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Do you remember Juliet Shaw? Adam.
Juliet. You used to be really good.

I was too, but I lacked something
that you had. Integrity.

Any news from Adam? Just awaiting
his status report. Oh. I thought it
would have come in by now.

Fiona? He'll be all right.

Sometimes
I think how selfish I was. . .

to have a child.

This programme contains some scenes
which some viewers
may find upsetting.

BANGS ON DOOR

Morning.

This is Phillip Norton,
he's an MI6 Officer stationed
at our Embassy in Istanbul.

I've had him flown here
to brief us personally.

It was Ali Mohamed Yazdi
who killed my man in the souk.

Mr Norton, please,
tell us from the beginning. . . Yes.

We picked up information
about an illegal immigration network
in the cafe talk. Cafe talk?

Yeah, a major source in Istanbul.
It's surprising what you
can piece together.

Have you checked out the cafe talk?
Yes, and it's true. . .

there's an illegal immigrant route
into the UK that starts in Istanbul.
A British truck's involved.

They go through Bulgaria into Serbia,
then into Austria
and across the Channel by ferry.

So you put a local agent
in undercover?

I baby-sat him at the souk.

The contact came.

Then I saw Yazdi.
You sure it was him?

Yeah. And he killed your man
without any provocation?

Took a look and didn't like him.
.That's in Yazdi's profile.
Impulsive. Sudden decision-making.

Do the chattering cafe classes
know who runs this network?

The word is it is run as a sideline
by a Middle Eastern prince. Name?

All we could get is that he is called
"The prince who eats diamonds".

Hmm. . .

What do you conclude? That Mohamed
Yazdi planned to enter this country
using an illegal immigrant route.

That's way under our radar.
And for what purpose?

To lead a major terrorist
attack, of course.

In the UK.

And it's MI5's responsibility
to stop it.

The real thing. Dead right.
Yazdi is special, though.

Born Iranian, trained as a doctor
in the early 1990s, Kent University.

On his way to his first-class degree
and then drops out. September 1997.

That was when the Taliban took Kabul.

The bright lights of Al Qaeda
training camps beckoned.

Why? Intellectuals everywhere
can get bowled over by extremism.

Change the world or burn it.
It's a powerful thought.
I had it too for a while.

Don't worry, it passed.

He began his career in 1998.

Walked into a Cairo hotel
and opened fire on a heavily guarded
Israeli delegation.

Four killed, eleven wounded.

Next operation, killed 70 people
with a bomb in Islamabad.

Fell out with Bin Laden.
Set up a splinter group, Al Kahf.

The cave, where the
soldiers of the Jihad shelter.

His last operation, six months ago,
went horribly wrong. Morocco.
Car bomb at a government office.

A school bus was passing.

Twelve children were killed,
eighteen badly injured.

He rang a newspaper, claimed the
bombing, and shouted, "Do no harm !"

We think what? This maniac's
bringing Al Kahf to Britain?

It's our turn for 9/11?
No, there's no chatter about
a major terrorist attack.

That's even more scary. "Do no
harm. " Six have got all the watchers
they have out in Istanbul. Nothing.

He'll have bolted. Think so?

The prince who eats diamonds.

Sheik Abd Al Gawaad
Ahmed bin Wali al Hakim.

Eldest son of King Ahmed
bin Wali al Hakim,
ruler of the Gulf state of Bahar.

Prince Hakim will become king
when his father dies.

So if he's running an illegal
immigrant network into this country,
things could go pear-shaped. . .

diplomatically. Sod diplomacy.
Our job's to find out what
Yazdi wants to use the network for.

There could be a major threat to the
UK. Britain's a big ally of Bahar -
oil, building contracts. . .

We've sold them 32 harriers.

If we're going to wreck British
Foreign policy in the Arabian Gulf,

let's make sure we've got the right
prince. It's him. He's notorious for
mixing ground diamonds into his food.

- Why does he do that?
- To increase his potency.

- Does it work?
- I really wouldn't like to know.

He has a permanent suite in the
Regal Hotel, Park Lane.

What does he get up to there?

Oh, nothing out of the ordinary -
drink, sex, gambling.

So what's the link between Yazdi
and the prince? Ask him. I'll do it.

Your Royal Highness, I am from the
immigration service. I wonder if you
could help me with a serious matter.

Now look, I should warn you. . .

Well, that didn't work. Arrogant
bastard! The Bahar government
have made an official complaint

about the gross conduct of
an immigration official in The Regal
Hotel. Apparently you were drunk.

What? ! And as a result
of this disgraceful incident,

the prince will not speak to any
Government agency in this country.

We need to get this joker.

Set up a rat trap? Good idea. . .

with Caroline as bait, I think.

Malcolm, bug the prince's suite.

Didn't we bug this suite
when Bill Clinton used it? We did.

Happy days.

Observing the prince at table one.

OK, Caroline moving into position. . .

Well done!

She's pulled him. Please use call
signs X-ray, Foxtrot, over and out.

You're not on the roster.

Charming, Mr. . .whoever you are.

I thought we could have
a drink together.

Sorry madam, I'm working.

You're thinking of going
after Yazdi.

Am I?

I want to say don't.

Don't.

If you're going to do what I think
you are, you'll be terribly exposed.

I'll look after myself.

Promise. It's like
pulling petals off a flower. . .

Who's going to get killed first?
You? Me? Come on, Fi.

If you could go after Yazdi,
you would. Wouldn't you?

Foxtrot. Bird's on the wing,
I repeat - bird's on the wing.

X-ray out.

Camera one, flickering.
Can we adjust?

Wow!

Eyes on the machinery, gentlemen.

Have you chosen the photos
you're going to use?

Yes, and GCHQ have sent over
the phone numbers.

I'd better get going.

PHONE RINGS

Internal phone off.
Is the mobile network disrupter?

Just the upper floors of the hotel.

Hotel wire-free network. . . Go pix.

PHONE RINGS

Morning, your Royal Highness.

One click on my computer, and the
material goes out on the internet.

I'm sure your father won't
be happy to see you humiliated.

If you are a common blackmailer
you have no idea of the power. . .

We are not blackmailers.
We're British Intelligence.

We need to have a conversation with
you in the strictest confidence.

Your Highness?

Very well.

Over to Harry.

I have here 432 photographs.

This CD is the master disk
for the video taken. . .

What do you want from me?
You run a network for immigrants
entering this country illegally

using a British truck.
The collecting point is in Istanbul.
Ridiculous.

We know this because an MI6 agent
penetrated the network. Ridiculous.

He was killed.

I have no knowledge of this.
The name of the man who killed
the MI6 agent is Ali Mohamed Yazdi.

Ridiculous!

What is your association
with Ali Mohamed Yazdi? None.

How could there be an association?

Yazdi's a terrorist!

Six months ago, he killed
innocent children in Morocco.

He has sworn to destroy
the whole house of Hakim,
turn Bahar into an Islamic republic.

You know the insane dreams
of these people.

We strongly suspect that Yazdi
himself will try to use the network

to enter this country to mount
an attack upon the British State.

I have no idea of that, Mr. . .

Forgive me, what is your name?
Giles Farmer.

No idea, none!

That the cave is using my. . .

little enterprise,
I am sick to my soul, Mr Farmer.

Our two countries
have long been friends.

I will co-operate with you fully.

Where does the route run from?

A house in a poor quarter
of Istanbul.

How often is the route used?

The truck leaves on the first
Thursday of every month.

And that is all I can tell you.

Please, if I can be of any further
assistance, Mr Farmer. . .

You will not be allowed to leave
this hotel suite until we say so.

This is outrageous!

I have diplomatic immunity.

I am aware of that.

The prince denies knowing anything.
But could be lying. Yazdi wants
to get into this country.

He must have contacts here,
but where?
Special Branch did three raids.

They found nothing to link anyone
we know to Al Kahf or to Yazdi.

I think he'll come. I think
he'll use the prince's truck.
But he knows that route's blown.

He thinks he's untouchable, he
thinks he can walk through walls.

We send Special Forces to Istanbul.
If he's spotted trying to use
the network, they take him out.

The Turks have offered full
co-operation. There is another way.
Adam. . .

Put someone in undercover
in the truck.

Make contact with Yazdi, turn him.

That's insane.

Think!

Yazdi is a double agent.

One of the founder members
of Al Kahf, reporting to us.
He's an international terrorist!

Why in hell's name should he turn?
It's in his record.

He's all ego. Each attack
is more extreme than the last.
I know he can flip.

What's the greatest
form of flattery?
To be desired by your enemies.

And do no harm.

It's the Hippocratic Oath.

Yeah, doctors swear to do no harm.

I think to him, being a terrorist,
being a doctor. . . Same thing.

What do you mean? He can save people
as a doctor, or overthrow what he
sees as tyranny by blowing them up.

To him, the two extremes are
the same - heal, change the world.

Anyway, we don't have an officer who
could get away with it. Don't we?

I'll be a Circassian
from Northern Syria.

They have fair hair, white skin,
blue eyes. DE Lawrence went
undercover as a Circassian.

I'll work up a good legend. I'll be
from Aleppo. This is reckless.

Yeah, but doable.

He'll just get himself killed.

It's a big prize.

Will his legend hold up?
We'll do everything to make it work.

But I'll need
a special dispensation.

Syrian identity card.

Your name is Ami Tlass. Ami Tlass.

A Kuwaiti work permit. Why Kuwait?
You're from Aleppo
but with a Kuwait residency.

That gives you
a middle-class background.

Construction engineer, you
said you're up to speed on that?

The comm device has a range of
one kilometre, it's in your lapel.
And this. . .

magnetic GPS device.

Your plane leaves in 45 minutes.

Zaf's waiting by the car.

Great.

Salam Alekem. Alekem Salam.
HE SPEAKS TURKISH

Not Turkish, speak English.
Where are you from?

Kuwait,

but I, er,

I'm here for the truck.

No talk! In!

Who's this?

Not till I say so, pal.
Please, sir. . .

I mean, what is he anyway?
He looks Circassian.

Yeah well,
I don't want him in my truck.

White-looking Arab? I don't like it.

Come here.

I don't want any trouble. Do you
understand? No trouble, no trouble.

White Arab!

Come on, get them in the truck.
Come on, up!

Beta Base.

'Beta base. ' Zaf's on the
satellite scrambler link.

'We may have a no-show.

'There's no sign of Yazdi. '

Maintaining observation,

over and out.

All right, in you get, come on.

I even got you water.

Hey, old man. . .

Yeah, come on,

chop-chop.

Target is present. Repeat,
target is present. Yazdi.

Part of me wishes he hadn't shown.

The satellite's online.
Ruth, contact Juliet Shaw.

I want to go
to a category-one terrorist alert.

Brother, do you speak English?

A little.

When do you think we can pray?

When the English idiot of a driver
stops.

Where are you from? Aleppo.

Where are they now?
An hour from the Bulgarian border.

Has Zaf called in? Yes, he's
following. What about the raids?

Special Branch have houses
in North London, Manchester,
Bradford and Birmingham.

And there's nothing.
Right, I want all the trees shaken.

If there's an Al Kahf cell in
this country, we've gotta find it.

I know Aleppo. Where was your house?

In Babel-Quinnisine.

What is your work?

I am an engineer.

The steel structure of buildings.

What have you built?

The Royal Bank of Bahar,
in Kuwait City.

If you are such an eminent engineer,

why are you in this truck?

Why not a. . .
passport, airline ticket?

My cousin,
from my father's family. . .

he was martyred in Afghanistan.

The British think my family all
are terrorists. What was his name?

Hussein bin Tlass.

You are Hussein bin Tlass' cousin?

And you want a new life in the West?

That is our destiny,
don't you think?

To be something new?

Aleppo man,

you were not
born to be a philosopher.

The truck's stopped.
Near the Bulgarian border.

Tell Zaf to pass them
and report what he sees.

Right, in the crate.

Come on!

My father is too ill!

Then he should have gone
on the Orient Express.

Bulgarians. . .
They find you, they not nice. . .

Get him in the crate.

Come on!

What kind of life will you have
in England?

Maybe none.

We are doing this for a new life.

YOU are.

What?

And you are doing it for death?

Why are there so many people
like you?

Why are you crammed into a crate
like this, dreaming of, what?

Prostitutes on London streets?

Whisky bars?

How will you be cured of this poison?

Where did you learn
to break a man's neck?

Aleppo childhood.

Why do you think
I want to be a civilised man?

You think England is civilised?

Right. . .

This is a quick break.
We're not here long, so hurry up.

They're moving again.

Do you want me to pass them? No,
stay behind. Anything from Adam?

Nothing.

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

What are you bunch of clowns
playing at?

Has he gone and popped it?
You're going to have to get him
out of there, chuck him. Come on!

This boy is this man's son.
Well, that's not my problem, is it?

Wrap it in that.

You've got half an hour.

You should go back to Aleppo.

Build beautiful buildings.

I will.

When I am rich.

You are like the prostitutes
you dream of.

You are sneaking over borders
into the West to sell yourself.

Don't talk to me again.

Zaf.

Dead end.

Repeat, dead end.

Zaf's on the satellite link.
Put him on, put him on!

'Signal from Adam.

'Repeat, a signal from Adam. . . '

Dead end. I repeat, dead end.

GUNFIRE

Bandits.

Come on then, move, move!

Open. . . There's nothing. . .
Open the door!

You, out!

Hurry up! Move!

Give us money. I haven't got any!

Hurry up! Hurry!

We take the truck!
No, you can't do that!

You people, go!

Please, look. . .

Inside, inside.

Now, sit down and shut up!

We better find the others.
Forget them.

All that matters is I get to England.

Look, better we just walk back
into Turkey. Eh?

It's a Muslim country.
We will get a lift back to Istanbul.

No, no, no, aren't men from Aleppo
meant to be adventurers?

You will help me get to London.
But they took our money.

We will have to get to the coast.

Steal a boat to England.
It's possible.

Everything is possible.

If I'm going to help you,
I want to know
what you are going to England for.

Once you know, you'll be cursed.

My people are used to curses.

I am from Al Kahf.

Help me or you're dead.
All right! All right!

I've a martyr in my family,
remember. I can understand
what you want to do.

Really?

What do I want do?

Attack the great Satan of the West.

And will you join me in doing that?

If you tell me
what you're going to do.

You'd like me to do that.

If we are going to work together.

I mean, not, not together, but. . .

if I'm going to help you.

Shall we drop our masks?

What do you mean?

Please. . . please.

You're a spy.

British Intelligence?

It was the lorry driver, wasn't it?

Real bandits would have killed him.
We don't kill people.

Oh, I forget,

your missiles don't kill( !)

We have Prince Hakim.

The prince?

Why did you still try
and get through?
You must have known you were blown.

Danger is addictive.

Don't we both know that?

Are there men in the forest?

A few moments away.

Call your men then.

The Moroccan school bus.

You did no harm? You want to discuss
the morality of Jihad with me?

You will never understand.

You wanted to be a doctor.

You've taken an oath to do no harm.

Call your men.
I can make you an offer.

I said, call your men!
Come and work for us.

You'll be the most important agent
in the world. . .

a double agent.
Which means you get to see both
sides, almost like God himself. No.

You do it for two years,
then you can have any life you want.
No, I'd rather choose death.

It went wrong, didn't it?

The bomb in Morocco.

Call your men. After two years, you
can have a new name, new identity.

You can go back to medicine, finish
your training. You can take the
Hippocratic Oath. No.

You'd rather choose death? Yes.

I don't believe you.

You see yourself as a healer,
don't you?

You want to heal the Islamic world.
Use bombs as scalpels.
Cut the disease of the West away.

But it's begun to sicken you
and I think, given the choice now,
you choose life, not martyrdom.

Life. . .

Two years as a traitor. . .

.then I'm free?

I believe in the House of Islam.

The whole of Arabia
united in an Islamic republic.

With its government in Damascus.

The holy sites protected,

America and you out of our lands.

And purity. . .

and the rule of God's law
giving us peace.

It's just. . .

.that I begin to see the suffering.

What were you going to London for?

To take charge of the Al Kahf cell.

You have a cell in London? Ha!

You cannot discover it, can you?

Yes, there is a brigade of martyrs
ready to die in your capital.

My name's John Baxter.

So, Mr Baxter. . .

. how do you take me to England?

Go, go, go!

"Toys for the boys". . .

isn't that the phrase? What are
your true feelings about Morocco?

I have wept,

every night, for the children.

HELICOPTER APPROACHES

A welcome return.
Don't put out the flags.

Do you buy Yazdi? I don't know.
Some have, hook, line and sinker.

Brilliant operation, Mr Carter.

It's not over.

Yazdi has informed me there's
a brigade of Al Kahf martyrs
in London, ready for action.

Then that. . .
Yes, Miss Shaw, the alert stays.

Now please,
let us get on with our jobs.

Feel wonderfully alive, do you?

Like death, actually.
Where's Yazdi now?

Half an hour from Highbury Fields.
The VIP safehouse?

I thought, pamper him.
I want first crack at him. No.

It's my right to quiz him.
No, Fiona will do it.

He won't be expecting a female
interrogator. What we need from him
is information we can check out.

DOOR OPENS

Morning, sir.

Please, sit at the table.

I want to speak to John Baxter.
He knows me.

Please. . . Sir.

One-nil to Fiona.

Do you have everything you need?

I think so.
Can't read the body language.

Weeping because of what he's done?

I don't know.
First, I am authorised to thank you

on behalf of Her Majesty's
Government for your offer of help.

I am aware of how deeply painful
this must be for you.

The pain of apostasy.

Of denying everything
you have believed in.

You have no idea what it is like.

Try to tell me.

I can't.

You're a woman.

After you've lived here
for a while, you may find
that you soften towards us.

All I want, after I've worked
for you, if I'm still alive. . .

. is to go back to medicine.

I've killed. Now I'll heal.

John Baxter understands.

You were sent to this country
by Al Kahf. Yes. For what purpose?

To give my life.

As a martyr.

You were to be a suicide bomber?

That is a Western phrase.

Where were you to, um,
to martyr yourself?

In London.

What's the target?

The House of Commons.

How was this to be done?

Was? I have to warn you,
the attack will happen.

Another will take my place.

It will be done by boat.
On the river.

The explosives have been purchased
and are being stored. Who is
your Al Kahf contact in London?

Mr Yazdi,
who are you to contact in London?

The moment of betrayal.

The contact's name
is Hussein Hadrami.

He lives in Walthamstow.

His address is 23 Dunning Street.

Go! Go!

May God be with him.

THEY ALL SHOUT

Don't move!

Come on, get him out.

Nothing?
Fifteen hours. Questioned non-stop.

Bit of muscle too. Nothing.
Not a word.

BLEEP
'Harry, Juliet Shaw on line three. '

Harry? The Prime Minister says
to abandon Parliament will be
a public relations disaster.

It could be a bigger disaster!
He won't do it.

It's the Churchill thing
with the PM, Harry.

You're going to have to break
Hadrami quickly.

Adam, you have a go at Yazdi.

Treat him as a colleague.
Ask his help.

Not a word.

I wouldn't if I were in his place.

Would you?

Is there anything you can think of
that we could say to him?

As one spy to another? Is the
phrase, "I have to earn my spurs"?

How can we make him talk?

You can't.

But I could.
That would blow your cover.

Perhaps things are too urgent.

'I think it's a brilliant idea. '

I'm unhappy.
Mohamed Yazdi is fully co-operating!

Adam? No. Too dangerous.
I think we should do it.

Leave us.

It's against all interrogation
protocol. And this operation
is dangerously fluid.

Fluid? We have no hard evidence
whatsoever of an attack!

Well, that's what we are trying
to get! What's the matter with you?

As security co-ordinator, I insist.

Put Yazdi and Hadrami together.

Sit down. What's happening?
What are they doing to us?

You and I have never met.

No. Ali Mohamed.

But you know who I am.
Yes, of course, brother!

Then you will trust me.

Yes.

Then sit down, and listen
to everything I say to you.

Burn it into your mind. . .and answer.

The prince warned you I was coming?

Prince Hakim of Bahar.

Yes. But how can the prince
be involved with Al Kahf?

He denied knowing anything about them
using his network. So he did.

The plans for the martyrdom
at the British Parliament.

They are well advanced?

The prince has told you
where the explosives are?

No. Nor the other members
of the London Al Kahf brigade?

He insists we act separately.

So the prince controls the cell?

Yes. But Al Kahf are sworn enemies
of the Royal House of Bahar.

How can the prince be leading them
in London? This is a nightmare.

And I suspect we're far from being
awake yet. When were you all
to be brought together?

When you. . .when you arrived.
When you arrived to lead us.

Here I am.

But. . .

but these are British. . .Secret. . .

Police.

Oh, my brother!

We live in terrible times.

Maybe I'm not your leader any more.

No.

No, you are a traitor.

You have betrayed us.

You have betrayed the prince.

You have betrayed
the Islamic Revolution
and you will burn in hell for this.

No, I will be in paradise

with you.

You'll burn in hell for this!

How long is this imprisonment
to continue? !

We have information that you knew
very well Al Kahf were using
your Istanbul network.

That is nonsense.
More, we have information you are
actively involved with Al Kahf.

And that you were facilitating
the organisation of
a terrorist attack in this country.

Terrorist attack?
On the Houses of Commons.

I am being totally maligned and
slandered! I demand the right to
leave this paranoid country at once!

As of this moment, Your Royal
Highness, you are detained
under the Anti-Terrorism Act.

You think we are all terrorists,
don't you?

We are all just wogs to you!

Poor immigrant in a truck, prince in
the most expensive hotel in London.

All wogs! You have no idea
of our history! Of what we are!

I demand to speak
to your Foreign Office and the
Bahar Embassy here in London! Now!

The prince. Prince Hakim of Bahar.

Yes. What did he tell you?

He told me. . .

he told me to wait for you.

Here I am. But these are British. . .

Secret. . . Police. Oh, my brother!

We live in terrible times.

Maybe I am not your leader any more.

You have betrayed
the Islamic Revolution and you will
burn in hell for this. No,

I will be in paradise with you.

You'll burn in hell for this!

I've been watching the recording
of Yazdi interrogating Hadrami.
Have you indeed?

There's something in his voice.
What do you mean? A false note.

Doesn't it make you uneasy the way
he suddenly fingered the prince?

Saving the best nugget till last?
As a turncoat he has to sell to us.
Maybe.

The questions, they're all leading.
He's not
a professional interrogator.

He's telling him what to say. Why?
I don't think Hadrami knew
about an attack on London.

You think he's an innocent?
He's like any student
who flirts with extreme ideas.

He half means it, he half doesn't.

But he was an Al Kahf contact.
Yeah, but you know what happened.

He got sick of the college binge
drinkers. The values of Al Kahf
attract him, they seem. . . pure.

He gets on their list as
a sympathiser and suddenly he's
in a room with Yazdi, mesmerised.

His brain burned.

Good afternoon.

I want Yazdi to interrogate
the prince. Absolutely not.

He was successful with Hadrami.
Why do you believe Yazdi?

We don't know who to believe. So
let's put them in a room together
and see. That's unprofessional!

Parliament is still sitting
and time is running out! We are
about to make a terrible mistake.

And if I could just sit still for a
while, then I would know what it is.

I'm overruling you, Harry.

I have the authority of the
Home Secretary to order
that this interrogation takes place.

I protest. Noted.

Invite Prince Hakim into the room.

I have agreed to this
to denounce this man.
That is why I have agreed to this.

Your Royal Highness.

Would you please sit.

No. Get him out of there!
Get him out of there!

The body
of the Crown Prince of Bahar,

Sheik Abd bin Wali al Hakim
was today flown back to Bahar City,

the capital of his country,
by RAF plane from Brize Norton.

Prince Hakim died early this morning
of a heart attack in his suite
at the Regal Hotel, in London.

In a personal message to the
Prince's father, King Ahmed,

the Queen has sent her profound
condolences at the loss of his son.

I was thinking of. . . Neither of
us ever, ever resigns. Let's make
that a ground rule between us, OK?

But it was a disaster.

Yes.

You're an assassin.

Yes.
Your mission was to kill the Prince.

Always. Why here, why not in Bahar?
To send you a message.

Have nothing to do
with these old corrupt kingdoms.

We are going to destroy them.

Next we are going to destroy
the king himself.

The people will rise in a holy war.

Al Kahf will lead them
to the House of Islam.

What did you really think
about the children you killed
in that school bus?

They are in Paradise.

You know, in all the countries you
terrorise, there's no sign at all
of the people rising in a holy war.

That is because they are corrupt.
All of them?

Yes.

So, in this republic run by Al Kahf,

what would you do
with this vast corrupt majority?

Re-educate them.
And if they don't learn?

Kill them?

One line about a sexed-up
intelligence report nearly
brought the Government down.

This is a whole book's worth -
the story of a lifetime.

A very short lifetime
if you carry on like this.
This could be a disaster.

I want the bastards who did this.

SCREAMING

Putting your life on the line
based on nothing more than a guess.

Subtitled by BBC Broadcast.
Conversion for the forom by reirei.