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Angela Wells is beyond help. We
could help her. How? Kill her.

I'm authorising shoot to kill. I want
to speak to the Home Secretary now.

GUNSHOT BREAKING GLASS

Get him inside! Get him inside!

Forgive me, Harry.

OK, that's the exit wound done. He's
tachycardic. His asystolic's now 70.

losing him. Can't find the bleed.

Got it. Right, clamping the artery.

He's arrested. Standby
for internal defib.

50 joules. Charging. Stand clear.

Jakarta is coming!

He's still VF. Increase to
75. Charging. Stand clear.

Are we dreaming, Daddy? Are
we in this dream together?

We'll always be together.
Is Mummy coming home?

Where's my mummy? No,
Mummy's not coming home.

REPORTER ON TV: '. .billowing into the night sky
from the UK's principal fuel depot right behind me.'

'Police are saying that this is
without question a terrorist attack.

'The emergency. . . Oh, my God!

'There's just been another huge
blast. Another explosion has. . .'

Is Mummy coming? Where's my mummy?
Keep Wes safe. Promise me you will.

REPORTER: '. .fear that
more explosions are imminent.

'Experts are already saying that the scale of the
damage will have an enormous impact on the supply

'of fuel and energy to homes and
businesses throughout Britain.'

'Interpol and the United Kingdom's
Intelligence Service MI6 have joined

'forces to apprehend an Al-Qaeda
terrorist cell based in Holland.

'The cell is believed to be
behind the recent attacks. . .'

'But the question has to be asked, is
Britain now becoming totally ungovernable?'

We're fighting a war on terror, and
we are losing that war, because. . .

'The Government
mishandled the crisis. . .

'They would like the Prime
Minister to resign. . .

'. .to push through
legislation. . .

'. .about a new breed of terrorism.
. . . .major fuel depots. . .'

'We're under attack. With an
increase in prices, I mean, how. . .

'. .terrorist attacks. .
. . .totally ungovernable.'

Is Mummy coming home?
Where's my mummy?

I don't believe it. Adam's back.

Miss me? No, no, we, er. . .
we hardly noticed your absence.

Good to see you, Adam. And
you. Are we going to do this?

This story the press have picked up on
- "Get ready, Britain, Jakarta's coming." It hasn't gone away. No.

The phrase started appearing about
three weeks ago on the internet

and in papers in the Arab world, and it's everywhere.
Must be connected to the bombings of the fuel depots.

The timing would suggest so. It's also the same
threat that was sent to the Prime Minister's son Rowan.

While at university, Rowan's vulnerable. If anything
happens to him we'll lose the PM's leadership

at the most critical moment. Jo stays
with him on close protection. Sure.

Adam?

Are you sure you should be back at work? Four
weeks away and look at the mess you get into!

A grim warning about what it will really
be like when fuel supplies do run out.

What's your take on it? Al-Qaeda.

OK. What? You think it could be
something different? No. Come on.

It's just. . .

it's not standard Al-Qaeda.

Threats to the Prime Minister's
son, "Jakarta's coming."

It strikes a discordant note.

Look, his eyes are red!

I'm at the Royal Eastern Hospital,
where angry scenes are unfolding

as anxious people are turned away due to lack of resources.
The third time I've tried to get my daughter seen!

You tell your viewers that.

There's no petrol, the supermarkets are running
out of food, we're being attacked by terrorists.

Where's the Prime Minister?
He's on bloody holiday, probably!

Sorry about the interruption there,
but, as you can see, this is clearly

an issue that people feel passionate about.
For now, though, back over to the studio.

"The agonising death of businessman
Terry Miles has led to speculation

"within the intelligence services that biological
warfare has already begun on mainland Britain."

Drop the death stare. It didn't come from us. Has
it begun? We're waiting for the autopsy results.

In the meantime, we're
re-interrogating everyone picked up

after the fuel attacks and also using back channels
to rule out any possible foreign state involvement.

If it's biological, there'll be footprints. They've
also picked up on this "Jakarta is coming" threat.

It's taking on a life of its
own. It's even appearing on walls.

What's that about? It's about adding
to the panic, which isn't hard when

you can see that every single person
with a cough or aching joints. . .

Most of the population at this time of year. Yeah. .
.is descending on their local hospital scared out of

their wits that they're going
to die in agony, weeping blood.

The press are also loving that little detail. They
shouldn't! They do the terrorist's job for them.

Now, I've gone on about this till I'm blue in the
face, but they just keep whipping up the panic.

The hospitals are close to collapse. Maybe your
people should improve their media-management skills.

I'm gonna do better than that. I'm going to the
mouth of the sewer and talk to Paul Millington.

It's a national crisis, Harry.

You better remind Millington
what we expect of him right now.

Harry! Good to see you.

And you. Don't get up.

How's the life of a media mogul?

Monopolies Commission treating you
well? Well, Harry, I can't complain.

I don't think you can after they threw in a TV
channel to go with the newspaper you were acquiring.

You know that only three people have
developed this bloody-eye syndrome?

So far. And yet hundreds will die, because the
panic is putting such pressure on health resources.

The public has a right to be
informed of the threat's nature.

Don't want to make the
situation worse, do we?

We're not the Government's
propaganda arm, Harry.

Well, I'm not asking you to mislead people.
I'm simply asking for a little restraint.

These are editorial decisions.
I don't interfere with those.

I'm sorry, that's the sound of
incredulous laughter being stifled.

Unless I see a very
good reason for doing so.

And avoiding mass psychosis
isn't a very good reason?

You show me some
evidence that we're not

under attack from biological weapons
and I'll pass it on to my editors.

Do you want some tea?

No.

How the hell did they poison them?

Each of the victims had a tiny puncture
mark on the lower half of their body.

It's consistent with a
passer-by inflicting the wound.

I wouldn't normally say that was good news,
but at least it's not biological warfare.

Smart terrorism, though. They
knew it would cause mayhem.

Shame, the press decided to help them achieve their
goals. They must plaster it all over the front pages.

Simple and stark
- "Doctors rule out biological warfare." You've been up most of the night. . . Zaf, wait.

Can you slow down? Make sure they check victims from
the tube stations? It's being done. Then home! Right!

'The Prime Minister is working
round the clock to introduce measures

'which ensure that we defeat the
terrorists who are attacking us.'

I would ask for greater
understanding for the difficult

situation that we face both
as a government and as a nation.

I would just like to add

that our latest intelligence
is strongly suggesting that this

is not biological warfare, so I
would urge people to remain calm.

PHONE RINGS

Yep? The anti-terror bill has
been defeated in the Commons, Adam.

Half the Government's MPs joined the opposition.
Well, that was to be expected. It was full of holes.

The Home Secretary is demanding inter-agency
co-operation to get to the bottom of the recent attacks.

We'll host the meetings here. Put padlocks on the
computers and hide the stationery. Adam, it's Ruth.

Ruth wouldn't allow
me to make this call

unless I added she thinks it's time
you found someone permanent for Wes.

I haven't got time to go. . .
No, no, no. I'll do it, Adam.

Leave it with me. As long as you
trust me to get the right person.

I trust you. Get some rest.

Thanks.

Why did you have to leave me?

What's Millington up to? Look at the
front pages of most of the red-tops,

I mean, this one
- some blonde I've never even heard of is having her breasts shrunk, enlarged

or retreaded, I don't know. And the news we're
not facing biological warfare is buried on page 5.

They could have stopped the panic
and saved lives! Bloody Millington.

He said if I gave him evidence. . . Well, I gave it
to him! Well, he's certainly not looking for a peerage.

We'd better go down
there. They'll be here.

'Hello, stranger.' I was calling
to see if a cheque had cleared.

Sorry, no. The Prime
Minister is under siege.

Nothing must happen to his son or he could break
completely. Guard him closely. I understand. OK.

I'll call again
tomorrow. Thank you.

No joy? Bloody banks.

Look.

It's strange.

I got the funny message again.

Tell your detective, Rowan.

Who's that? "That" is
Michael Collingwood from MI6.

Ah, your counterpart. I'll say one thing for him
- he can wear a suit.

A straight back. It's something
common to men of his class.

Who's that with him?
I don't recognise her.

Well, she'll get the attention
of the red-blooded males.

Michael. Harry!

And this is. . . ? Rosalind
Myers. Pleased to meet you.

This is Juliet Shaw. Hello.

This cannot go on. We're
getting hit after hit.

We've had some
considerable successes.

Most of those involved in
the attacks on the fuel depots

have been detained. You had far less
success your end, Home Secretary.

If you're referring to the anti-terror legislation,
Michael, I sweated blood to get that through.

There's always an excuse. You've got problems with
your backbenchers, you've got problems with the Lords,

problems with the Opposition, problems in
Cabinet, problems with the civil-liberties lobby.

This bill was meant to help us fight fire with fire.
Sorry, but democracy can be bloody awkward sometimes. Yes.

OK, let's not waste
time with recriminations.

You see, the problem is. . . Don't interrupt me,
please. Our task is to plan inter-agency coordination.

You see, the problem is we cannot defend the
country unless you give us the weapons to do so.

Are you listening to me?

Have you listened to a word I've just said? Yes,
I have, and I'm hearing the same old rubbish.

That is enough! I don't give a damn what you think of
me, but I hold one of the three great offices of state

and you will treat it with respect!

Hasn't the Prime Minister's
special policy adviser

been doing some behind-the-scenes work with more
moderate opponents of the anti-terror bill? Yes.

With a few minor amendments, Gerry Houghton
thinks we can get through the measures we need.

The cell that attacked the depot and
the gas pipeline came from Holland.

Don't we have any intelligence on
them? Chaff. Nothing significant.

I want the mastermind of these
attacks and I want it dealt with.

And that includes the threat
to the Prime Minister's son.

How's the Prime
Minister really coping?

The Cabinet's restless.

Gerry Houghton's really the only
one who's keeping him going. And you.

But I wasn't there from the beginning like
Houghton was. Collingwood's a difficult bastard.

He's an old warrior. I doubt if he voted for you,
but his manner's always been somewhat abrasive.

I'm relying on you, Harry.

There are voices in Cabinet urging
the PM to incautious measures.

At the moment Houghton, is a voice of
reason, and there aren't many of those about.

One more terror attack and
he'll be drowned out completely.

Morning.

Hello, Mr Houghton.

The death of the MP Gerry Houghton

may have been linked to
images found on his computer.

Police officers are refusing
to confirm an investigation into

a paedophile ring but confirm that Mr Houghton was
recently released on police bail after being questioned

about images found on the
hard disk of his computer.

He was my godfather.

It's horrible.

It doesn't make sense.

Gerry wasn't a paedophile.

You know, I've known him my whole
life, and he was not a paedophile.

I just don't understand why nobody's
getting up and saying something, you know?

My dad could go on the television and just tell
everyone it's not true, and then it'd be fine.

I don't understand what's going
on at all! With everything.

Harry, sorry to interrupt,
but this has just come in.

Six had high-grade intelligence on the
Rotterdam cell - knew it was planning a hit soon,

knew it was likely to be Britain, even
mentioned the fuel depot as a possible location.

But it was marked as low priority.

Who received this information?

It came over from the Dutch
to a desk officer at Six.

She didn't sit on it
- it went straight to Michael Collingwood.

"Chaff. Insignificant."
You heard him.

He's a bloody liar covering his mistakes.
There's something else that's a little strange.

The Latin American specialists have
seen "Jakarta is coming" before.

Latin American? "Ja viene Jakarta."

Used in Chile in the 1970s to warn
that a great massacre was coming.

What's that got to do with an
Al-Qaeda bomb attack in Britain?

Michael Collingwood was based in
Latin America around the same time.

It could be that the similarity and phraseology
is a coincidence, but that's highly unlikely.

So we had intel on the Al-Qaeda bomb
attack but did nothing, turned away,

and somebody is supplying Al-Qaeda
with a highly sophisticated poison.

Add that to the threats against
Rowan and now Houghton's death -

somebody is running a
parallel agenda. Somebody?

Somebody being Michael Collingwood?

Except, why? I don't know, but from now on, we keep
Collingwood and his team under tight surveillance.

I'll work on Ros, keep her where we can see her.
We'll invite her to some ad-hoc meetings on the Grid

to make inter-agency cooperation more.
. . . .proactive. Exactly. Proactive.

If Collingwood and his MI6 boys are helping Al-Qaeda,
we need to find out the reason. Tread carefully.

MI6 don't take prisoners.

Miss Myers, we've not
been properly introduced.

Adam Carter. Call me Ros.

Here's your briefing.

So, how's the state of Denmark?
Pretty rotten, as usual.

We're trying to find out if the French secret service
had anything to do with Gerry Houghton's death.

I might want to take a swing at that one. Shame.
Could be a straight ball disguised as a curveball.

Yeah, or it be utter bollocks,
and I know which one I favour.

You look very well for a man who's
just taken a high-velocity bullet.

And you look very well for a woman who's
just uncovered a nest of informers in Baghdad.

Good. We both look
well. Listen, do you, um,

do you want to go for
some dinner tonight?

You don't waste your time, do you?
You're the new kid on the block.

We're bound to be intrigued by your reputation.
Or you could just be trying to get me into bed.

No, I'd have gone for
the more direct approach.

I think I'd be just as satisfied
getting into your address book.

Oh, I wouldn't be too sure of that.

Seriously, the Arab
world is my area.

We should get together, see if
we have any mutual acquaintances.

OK.

Find a restaurant.

'There are circumstances when a country
reaches a critical breakdown point.

'This point is approached
when the economy is screaming

'and centre ground
is disappearing,

'and in concrete terms, when there
is a significant external threat

'which requires more energetic
response from security services.

'Now, how serious
does this need to be?

'Well, we believe that
three major terror attacks

'by the IRA would provoke
such a breakdown and require

'a different kind of government,
at least temporarily.'

He made that speech at the Centre for
Freedom Studies after the breakdown

of the first IRA ceasefire, in 1996. So we're one
attack away from a breakdown. Shouldn't be another one.

We've mopped up most of Al-Qaeda's logistical units.
What if he were to stage the last attack himself?

No, that's not possible.

This reference to centre
ground. . . What about it?

Gerry Houghton was the voice of
compromise on the anti-terror bill.

Collingwood knows that in a time of chaos
the voice of compromise must be extinguished.

I think he killed Gerry Houghton.

I think he wants the
centre ground to disappear.

We've been snooping around Six's
central post box. Have you got in?

Impossible, I'm afraid. What we have done
is profiled the most active delivery men.

Michael Collingwood's
team have been very busy.

Step up surveillance. Collingwood and Myers
won't be the ones getting their hands dirty. Sure.

We've got a drop, Alpha One.

Roger that.

CAMERA WHIRS

There's the pick-up.

Lima one, I need you to send
over the ID as soon as you can.

Copy that. Colin, stay on this guy.

I need you to keep a
close eye on him. Sure.

Do you think the
attacks have finished?

Hard to say. Al-Qaeda like
to hit twice. They've done so.

If there was a third attack. . .

It would put the country
under intolerable pressure.

I tell you what concerns us -

the way the gas
companies hiked the prices

after the attack on the pipeline.
You know who my father is.

Who?

It wasn't a question, Adam.

You know who my father is.

Now you mention it. . .

Mm. Yes, Sir Jocelyn Myers.
Yes, ex-Ambassador to Russia.

Yes, on the board of GAS-STREAM.

But you'll have to ask
him about price increases.

You see, that's disappointing,

because I know it's considered cool to
denigrate the little foibles in one's profession,

but I love my job, and show and
tell is one of my favourite games.

Well, you should practise more.

Because you're rubbish at it.

MOBILE RINGS

Sorry.

It's the baby-sitter.
I have to. . .

Never heard Harry Pearce
called that before.

Hello?

Yeah, is he OK?

Where's Colin? Er, he's
got a pass for the day.

He's on surveillance watching
one of Collingwood's men.

"Enthusiastic about goal
celebration"? Zebra three?

Hello, Big Bird.

It's tricky, this five across.

BLEEPING

That's strange.

It's giving them access to
flight numbers and airlines.

Pretty sophisticated kit.

Oh, my God.

They're mapping the heavens.

Malcolm, I've hacked
into their computer,

and you're not gonna believe this.

They're focusing on two
flights in particular,

simulating taking them off
their normal flight path.

It's a dress rehearsal for crashing two
passenger planes into each other over London.

Malcolm, are you still there?

Zebra Three?

INTERFERENCE CRACKLES

Zeb. . .

Colin, can you hear me?

What's wrong?

Nothing. Just lost Colin.

Comms are down.

Alpha One, what's your
status? This is Zebra Three.

Hello, Zebra Three.

Spying on your own side.

It's nothing personal.

We're just keeping tabs on
everyone and everything these days.

Yeah, well, I suppose it figures.

Not a hanging offence, but I
imagine some wrists will be slapped.

It's a pretty impressive
piece of kit you've got.

Is it the Bostock model?

Well, there's no flies
on you, Zebra Three.

My name's Colin.

Well, it's a murky old
world up there, Colin -

CIA rendition flights, drug
deliveries, ghost planes.

Got to keep an eye on it all.

Sure.

What happens now, Colin, is we're gonna have
to let our boss have a quick chat with you.

Well, he should really
speak to my boss.

Let's let him hear it
from the zebra's mouth.

Keane.

What? "Enthusiastic about goal
celebration." It's Robbie Keane.

"Enthusiastic"
- "keen".

I must tell Malcolm.

Who's Malcolm? Is
that your boyfriend?

No.

So it's not true you have to be
gay to get into MI5, then? No!

But are you gay, Colin?
That's none of your business!

No need to get touchy. We're
just messing about with you.

You do seem quite on edge, Colin.

Pull over, Lee.

I'm bursting for a piss, having
sat in that car all afternoon.

Colin, get out of the car,
stretch your legs a bit.

Please, just get your
boss to speak to mine.

Come on, Colin, get out of the car.

Easy, Colin. You look a bit lost.

That's enough running for today.

You dropped these, Colin.

I'm not strong enough to fight you.

I was never any good at this
running and jumping thing. I was. . .

To be honest, I'm not meant
to be out in the field.

It's just that we're
very overstretched.

So just get on with whatever
it is you're gonna do to me,

because I might be smaller
and weaker than you,

but you can hurt me but
you won't humiliate me.

Problem is, Colin, the world is not made
for small and weak people any longer.

Oh, God. Oh, no.

Please don't, no.

Please. Oh, God! Please!

Stand up for me, Colin.

Don't make me hurt you.
Don't make me hurt you, Colin.

If you struggle,
it'll hurt more. OK?

Please!

You're doing really well.

You're doing really well, Colin.

ROPE CREAKS

He always wants me to
read a chapter of his book.

I don't understand.

How could somebody
do that to Colin?

Nobody would have dared do this
without high-level authorisation.

They're telling us they'll
stop at nothing. "They"?

We keep talking about
"they". Who's "they"?

We believe there's a conspiracy
which is using the terrorist onslaught

as a cover for an
attack on the Government.

So, Michael Collingwood certainly.

Perhaps Millington. He's been
putting his press at their disposal.

They ignored intelligence
about terror attacks,

spread the panic and took out
the Prime Minister's closest ally,

who was about to secure a
deal on an important bill

regarding homeland security.
Now they've killed one of us.

Do you know the last thing he did?

It was an MP3 for
Jo. It's very clever.

It's got a tiny transmitter
linked to the alarm system

warning her of an intruder.

And if she's asleep, it sends
a signal to her wristwatch,

making it vibrate.

Simple but smart.

That's how he does things.

From now on, only routine
business on the Grid.

Everyone needs to check
their personal security

and, Zaf, you must
warn Jo immediately.

They want us to know
how confident they are.

What are we going to do now?

There's not much we can do.
Because he wasn't important enough.

We could take out one of theirs in
return, but what would that get us?

Our satisfaction. Our satisfaction will
come from defeating their conspiracy.

Oh, shut up, you pompous old fool! He wasn't
just some geek who did crossword puzzles!

He was my bloody best friend!

Malcolm. . .

. .What do you think
they want us to do next?

I don't know. Well, I do.

They've done this deliberately.

They're expecting us to
go looking for revenge

and take our eye off the ball.

But we're not gonna play
by the rules that they set.

It isn't a game! Yes, it is!
That's exactly what it is!

It's a big elaborate game.

The question we always
have to ask ourselves is,

what do they want us to do?

How do they want us to react?

What do we do, Malcolm?

The opposite. That's right.

If we kill one of
Collingwood's men in revenge,

if we even kill Collingwood
himself, we'll have achieved nothing.

We have to wait. We have
to wait until we're ready

and then, in our
time, when we decide,

we'll strike, and we'll
finish them once and for all.

But until then, we
have to act normal.

We have to carry on as if
the hanging was a suicide,

which the police report
will inevitably say it was.

They'll know we know,

but we'll smile at them.

And we'll carry on smiling at them.

And if you can't deal with
that, then you're no good to me.

So smile. Adam. . .

I can't.

Adam. . .

I can't.

Smile.

Would you have smiled
at your wife's killers?

Yes.

I would have smiled at Fiona's
killers, if it had been necessary.

Yes, I believe you would.

That's good.

Work on it.

Colin found something out in his
van. We need to know what it was.

KNOCKING

If this is one of those
charity people. . .

Yes?

I'm Jenny. What?

The new nanny for Wes.

I was told to come
at seven for a chat.

Have I come at a bad time?

Not at all.

BLINKING

BUZZING

CREAKING

CREAKING

What the. . . ?

BANGING

What's going on?

This way!

Through here.

OK, what's going
on? You are not. . .

I'm an officer of the
British security services.

I've been working
undercover to protect you.

Where's my detective? I've no idea.

Who are those people back there?

Possibly officers of the
British security services.

What is going on? ! There's
a plot against the Government.

It's being fought on several
fronts. You're one of them.

What do they want from
me? We're working on that.

Where are you taking
me now? Somewhere safe.

I don't want you to use your phone
- we're going somewhere we can't be traced. But I can call my dad?

No. No non-essential communications.
He's the Prime Minister!

I'm sorry, right now that
doesn't guarantee anything, Rowan.

Jo? She's found a bolt
hole. That's all we know.

MOBILE RINGS

Ros!

Dinner? I tell you what,
I've got a better idea.

Why don't you come over to mine?

No, I'll make sure he's asleep.

OK, great. I'll see you then. Bye.

Malcolm, e-mail me Jo's
location details, would you?

Right!

'The Prime Minister
issued a statement. . .'

DOORBELL RINGS

'. .biological warfare,
but some predict. . .'

Hi.

Hello.

Come in.

How did you get
into this? Into what?

Your job. I was recruited.

No, why did you want to do it?

It was exciting, I suppose.

I like the thought of
serving my country. Hm.

Except what is our country?

You know, is it the
people trying to kill me,

the people plotting against my dad?

Well, maybe it's more of
a personal thing, then.

I don't know. It's home.

Fulfilling your promise, having
certain freedoms and choices.

Except they're being
eroded, aren't they?

Bit by bit.

Even my dad's.

Oh, I don't know.
No, what about him?

It's that he has to
make choices, you know,

that lead to the deaths
of innocent people

and families and
children and things.

He's the Prime Minister, Rowan.

He doesn't always get the
easy decisions. I know, I know.

It's just it's hard to
reconcile him sometimes

with the man who took us
to the camp site and things.

I don't know.

Sorry to hear about your officer.

Yeah. Yeah, it was
a shock for everyone.

Especially with what's
going on right now.

Country's in a real mess.

There are people who want change.

It's not our job to
change governments.

Who said anything about
changing governments?

You know what's coming.
Climate change, terrorism,

energy shortages that'll make what's
just happened look insignificant.

There'll be social
and economic mayhem.

And what will we do about it?

Set up a parliamentary commission?

Call in the ombudsman?

You talk as if you share that view.

No, but I don't think we can
close our eyes to the threat.

The people that do hold
that view hold it sincerely.

They have the country's
best interests at heart.

Yeah, well, let's hope so.

Is that your son?

Yeah. He's sweet.

Some of the time.

You're a good father.

Some of the time.

No, you're a good father.

That's a very attractive quality.

I'd better go and
check he's all right.

You still awake?

Yeah.

I can't sleep.

Sorry, it's not exactly
five-star accommodation!

That's not why I
can't sleep. I know.

Just try and relax.

Is he OK? He's fine.

Good.

So. . .

So?

There's your more direct approach.

I can't. Yes, you can. No, I
can't. It's the same perfume.

What?

My wife used to wear that scent.

I'm so sorry. It's
OK. It's just I can't.

No, really. It's not that I don't
want to. Don't. . . I'm flattered.

Why don't you stay and
have another glass of wine?

You don't have to go.

Believe me, Adam, you have
nothing to apologise for. Ros!

Do not move! Do not
move! Drop your weapons!

Stay right where you are.

Drop your weapons!

You should check your sources more
carefully. Wrong cottage, boys.

Take their car to pieces and then
take them back to Thames House.

I think we need to
talk about Colin.

Since the last time we met,

certain very unpleasant
facts have come to light.

In the early hours of the morning,

an attack was launched
on a cottage in Kent.

The attackers thought we were holding
the Prime Minister's son Rowan there.

The original threats to Rowan

actually emanated from
Michael Collingwood,

who we also believe was behind
the murder of an MI5 desk officer.

What nonsense is this?

"Jakarta is coming"
- a phrase you picked up in Latin America?

Because, of course, only I
have been to Latin America(!)

The precise details of the cottage,
however, came from another source,

a source who stole my fingerprints
from a restaurant wine glass

and then turned up at my
flat fluttering her eyelashes,

wearing my dead wife's
perfume. Nice touch, by the way.

I've worn that perfume
since my sixteenth birthday.

The location of the decoy cottage
was only on my laptop computer.

You stole those details and accepted
the get-out clause I gave you.

I'm not gonna sit here
and listen to this.

Whatever you're
planning has got to stop.

I'm planning the security of the
nation. Do you want me to stop that?

Bluster might work on
the politicians, Michael,

but you and I have been in
this business for too long.

OK, we're done here.

Inter-agency collaboration is dead

because of your absolutely
outrageous suggestions.

Telephone call, sir.

Millington.

I understand.

Yes, everything's ready at my end.

We'll be ready to roll as
soon as the news comes in.

I'll tell him. Right.

Jocelyn? Paul Millington.

I've just had a message
from Michael Collingwood,

who wanted you to know that the
trip to Jakarta is now finalised.

Last chance to pull
out for all of us.

Good.

There were people in that room
I've worked with for years.

They just walked out on me. I
can't believe he has such support.

He was never gonna admit the man
we captured was one of his own men.

He just needed to observe protocol
for the duration of the meeting.

Spare the blushes and call into
his superiors for instructions.

MOBILE RINGS That'll be him. Yes?

Right.

He wants a meeting with
the Home Secretary present.

Collingwood's not their Mr Big.

He must have called in to somebody
who got him to arrange this.

Do we go?

We've got nothing to lose.

I think I've found something, guv.

We've cross matched DNA from skin
tissue on the back seat to Colin.

He was in that car. His fingerprints
are virtually seared into it.

Oh, God. Now, here's the thing.

The two men that Colin was watching
were Lee McKenzie and Steve Jensen.

McKenzie was captured at the cottage,
but the other man wasn't Jensen.

He's still out there
somewhere. Yeah.

We found a car pass down
the back of the dashboard.

From where? South East
Air Traffic Control Centre.

What if this is the third attack,
the third attack Collingwood knew

would send the
country over the edge?

Adam and Harry have gone to
the meeting with Collingwood.

Hello, Harry.

My daughter has greatly
enjoyed your hospitality.

The final piece in the jigsaw
- corporate power.

The rules are different now, Harry.

They changed the day our British
government accepted Guantanamo Bay

and admitted the torture chamber
as an instrument of state policy.

But that wasn't enough for you?

Britain needs a new
kind of leadership.

Sea levels are rising,
oil's running out,

terrorists are going nuclear.

Do you think this current system
is capable of dealing with that?

Spare me the Four
Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

This is nothing to do
with national security,

nothing to do with
Al-Qaeda, either.

This is a coup d'etat, pure and
simple. Not so simple, actually.

The transition will be
managed quite carefully.

In the hope that people
don't notice the corpses,

victims of the attacks
you allowed to happen?

Yes, what's next, Michael?

Or hasn't Jakarta arrived yet,

the third attack that will
bring this country to its knees?

I think all of us around this table
have children, even grandchildren.

How can we look at what's
coming and not tremble for them,

not take steps to
ensure their safety?

That is no reason to
dismantle our democracy.

I wonder why we fetishise
democracy so much.

It's a system that's a
blink in the eye of history.

It's a system which better men
than you have died to protect.

I haven't seen anybody taking
to the streets to defend it yet.

And the argument against civil
liberties has been fought and lost.

That's not for you to decide!

You're assuming that people
will notice the difference.

You're assuming the British people
care about abstract principles.

They'll put up with anything

as long as you serve it up with a
picture of Will Young in the shower.

You insufferable snob, pronouncing on the national
character while warming your feet at the club!

Since we've dispensed with the
niceties of theoretical debate,

let me give you an ultimatum.

The Prime Minister has a week to
accept new terms of government,

which will be delivered shortly.

During the time we've given you

to consider your
ever-weakening position,

I give you my word there
will be no further incidents,

and I expect the same
consideration from you.

Agreed.

Adam?

It was true about the perfume.

I'd never have done anything
so vulgar. Yes, you would.

It was a gift for my birthday.

From Daddy to his
little girl, was it?

I knew nothing about the
murder of your officer.

You have to believe that.

I don't have to believe
a single word you tell me.

Do you think they'll stick to it?

Improbable. Bloody Harry Pearce.

This isn't anything
to do with his beliefs.

He just loves a good fight.

Don't be so sure of that.

It frustrates me we
can't convince him.

It's too late now,
everything's in place.

The escorts know when to disappear.

The escorts? You've just agreed to
a week's cessation of hostilities.

It's really of very little
consequence. It IS of consequence.

Why?

It's beneath us. It's dishonourable.
You gave them your word.

You've let Adam Carter outwit
you once already, Rosalind.

Outwit me? That seduction routine
was a stupid and amateur plan

that underestimated the target and
I warned you was likely to backfire.

You overruled me. I got you what you wanted.
Don't blame me if they set a trap for you.

This type of decision
is not within my brief.

Michael has operational control.

I've checked all new staff for
airport control in the last month

and, erm, one face jumped out
- Jensen's.

Collingwood's man? Yes.
And according to the rota,

he's working this afternoon. This
is the third attack, isn't it?

It must be. I'll try
and get through to Harry.

Filter in place.

Stand by for
re-route. Standing by.

Re-route complete.

Control, Blue Wing 303
approaching Bobbindons.

Request further clearance. Blue
Wing 303, right on to heading 130.

Descend to 4, 000 feet.

Radar heading 130.

Control, Eagle 47 on a
Wellington 4G departure.

Climbing to 1, 000
feet. Then 3, 000.

What happened to our escort?

Stop the car! What's
going on? Get out now!

Come on, come on!

MOBILE RINGS

Adam? Juliet, get out of the
car! Get away from the vehicle!

Just do it! OK, stop the
car. Stop the car now, please!

Juliet!

We're getting reports.

One of the cars returning from
the meeting's been blown up.

Harry?

No news yet.

It's begun.

Radar contact, Eagle 47.

Climb and maintain 4, 000.

Eagle 47 climbing to 4,
000 feet on heading 050.

The scale of events has increased
dramatically in the last 24 hours

with an attack on
the Home Secretary.

Blue Wing 303, immediate climb
to 5, 000 feet and right turn.

Things have the potential
to get very bloody.

As in crashing planes
full of civilians?

What's going on? It appears I have
a temporary detention order for you.

HARRY! JAKARTA IS COMING!

Britain will be run by
an unelected committee

with the silhouette
of a hangman behind it.

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