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Angela Wells is beyond help.

- We could help her.
- What do you mean?

Kill her.

I'm authorising shoot to kill. I want
to speak to the home secretary now.

Get him inside! Get him inside!

Forgive me, Harry.

- OK, that's the exit wound done.
- He's tachycardic.

- Where is he bleeding from?
- His heart rate's dropping.

- I can't find the bleed.
- Suction.

Got it. Right,
clamping the artery.

He's arrested.

- Standby for internal defib.
- 50 joules.

- Charging.
- Stand clear.

Djakarta is coming!

- He's still VF.
- Increase to 75.

- Charging.
- Stand clear.

- Are we in this dream together?
- We'll always be together.

Is Mummy coming home?

No, Mummy's not coming home.

..flames billowing into the sky
from the UK's principal fuel depot.

Police are saying that this is a terrorist
attack. The emergency services...

Oh, my God! There's just been another
huge blast. Another explosion has...

Is Mummy coming home?
Where's my mummy?

Keep Wes safe.
Promise me you will.

It is feared that more
explosions are imminent.

The scale of the damage
will have an enormous impact

on the supply of fuel and
energy to homes and businesses.

Interpol and the UK'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 on Britain's fuel stations.

But is Britain now becoming
totally ungovernable?

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

The government
mishandled the crisis...

They'd like the prime
minister to resign.

- ..to push through legislation...
- ..a new breed of terrorism...

- ..major fuel depots...
- We're under attack.

- Increase in prices...
- ..terrorist attacks...

..totally ungovernable.

Is Mummy coming home?
Where's my mummy?

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

- Miss me?
- No.

- We hardly noticed your absence.
- Good to see you.

- And you.
- Are we going to do this?

This story, "Get ready, Britain,
Djakarta's coming." It hasn't gone away.

No, it appeared three weeks ago on the
Internet and in papers in the Arab world,

and now it's everywhere.

It's connected to the
bombings of the fuel depots.

It's also the same threat that was
sent to the prime minister's son, Rowan.

At university, he's vulnerable.
If anything happens to him,

we'll lose the PM's leadership.

- Jo stays with him on close protection.
- Sure.

Adam?

- Should you be back at work?
- Four weeks away, and look at the mess.

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.
- You think it's something different?

- No.
- Come on.

It's just... it's not
standard Al-Qaeda.

Threats to the prime minister's
son, "Djakarta's coming."

It strikes a discordant note.

- God!
- You all right?

Did someone cough up blood?

- What's going on?
- He coughed on me!

Look, his eyes are red!

Driver! Stop the bus!

Let us out!

At the Royal Eastern Hospital, people
are turned away due to lack of resources.

This is the third time I've tried to
get my daughter seen by a doctor!

No petrol, 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 that but,
as you can see, this is

an issue that people
feel passionate about.

For now, though,
back over to the studio.

"The agonising death
of Terry Miles has led

to speculation in the
intelligence services

"that biological warfare has
already begun on mainland Britain."

- It didn't come from us.
- Has it begun?

We're waiting for
the autopsy results.

We're re-interrogating everyone
picked up after the fuel attacks

and using back channels to rule
out any foreign state involvement.

If it's biological,
there'll be footprints.

They've picked up on this
"Djakarta is coming" threat.

It's taking on a life of its
own. What's that about?

It's about adding to the panic, which
isn't hard when everyone with a cough...

- Most people at this time of year.
- ..is descending on their local hospital,

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

- The press are loving that little detail.
- They do the terrorists' job for them.

They just keep whipping up the panic.
The hospitals are close to collapse.

You should improve your
media-management skills.

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

It's a national crisis, Harry. You'd better
remind Millington what we expect of him.

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.

Not 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.

Yet hundreds will die,
because the panic is

putting such pressure
on health resources.

The public has a right to
be informed about the threat.

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

We're not the government's
propaganda arm.

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

I don't interfere with
editorial decisions.

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 did they poison them?

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

A passer-by inflicted the wound.

At least it's not
biological warfare.

- They knew it would cause mayhem.
- The press helped them achieve their goal.

Make sure the news is on the front pages.
"Doctors rule out biological warfare."

- You've been up all night. Slow down.
- Check the victims from the tube stations.

- Then home!
- All right!

The prime minister is working
round the clock to introduce measures

which will 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 suggesting
that this is not biological warfare,

so I would urge
people to remain calm.

Yep?

The anti-terror bill was defeated. Half the
government's MPs joined the opposition.

Well, it was full of holes.

The home secretary is demanding
inter-agency cooperation.

We're to host the meetings here.

- Put padlocks on the computers.
- Adam, it's Ruth.

Ruth told me to add she thinks it's time
you found someone permanent for Wes.

- I haven't got time to go...
- I'll do it, Adam.

- If 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.

Some blonde is having her breasts
shrunk, enlarged or re-treaded.

The news that we're not facing
biological warfare is on page five.

They could have stopped the panic and saved
lives. I gave Millington the evidence.

Well, he's certainly not
looking for a peerage.

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

Hello, stranger.

I'm calling to see if a
cheque has cleared.

No. The prime
minister is under siege.

Nothing must happen to his
son, or he could break completely.

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.

Yes, 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 had successes. Most of those involved
in the attacks on the depots were detained.

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

I sweated blood to get the
anti-terror legislation through.

There's always an excuse. Problems
with your backbenchers, with the Lords.

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

This was supposed to
help us fight fire with fire.

- Sorry, but democracy can be awkward.
- Yes, it can.

OK, let's not waste
time with recriminations.

- The problem is...
- Don't interrupt me, please.

Our task is to plan
inter-agency coordination.

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

Have you listened
to a word I've said?

- Yes, the same old rubbish.
- That is enough!

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 work

with opponents of
the anti-terror bill?

Gerry Houghton thinks we can
get through the measures we need.

The cell that attacked the oil 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 that includes the threat
to the prime minister's son.

How's the prime
minister really coping?

The Cabinet's restless. Gerry Houghton's
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
somewhat abrasive.

I'm relying on you. Voices in Cabinet
are urging the PM to incautious measures.

At the moment, Houghton
is a voice of reason.

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

Morning.

Hello, Mr. Houghton.

Houghton's death may have been
linked to images found on his computer.

Police are refusing to confirm an
investigation into a paedophile ring,

but confirm 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.

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.

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

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

Harry, this has just come in.

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

knew it was likely to be Britain, 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.

It went straight to
Michael Collingwood.

"Insignificant." He's a bloody
liar covering his mistakes.

And the Latin American specialists
have seen "Djakarta is coming" before.

- Latin American?
- "Ya viene Djakarta."

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

What's that got to do
with Al-Qaeda now?

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

The similarity and phraseology could be
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 sophisticated poison.

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

somebody is running
a parallel agenda.

- Somebody?
- Somebody being Michael Collingwood?

- Except, why?
- We keep Collingwood under surveillance.

I'll work on Ros, keep
her where we can see her.

We'll invite her to
some ad-hoc meetings,

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

If Collingwood's MI6 boys are helping
Al-Qaeda, we need to find out the reason.

Tread carefully. MI6
don't take prisoners.

- Miss Myers? Adam Carter.
- Call me Ros.

- Here's your briefing.
- So, how's the state of Denmark?

We're trying to find
out if the French secret

service are linked
to Houghton's death.

I'm not even going
to take a swing at that!

That's a shame. It could be a
straight ball disguised as a curveball.

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

You look well for a man
who's just taken a bullet.

You look well for a woman who's
uncovered informers in Baghdad.

Good. We both look well.

Listen, do you want to
go for some dinner tonight?

You don't waste
your time, do you?

We're bound to be
intrigued by your reputation.

You could be trying
to get me into bed.

No, I'd be more direct. I'd be just as
satisfied getting into your address book.

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

The Arab world is my area. We should
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,

when the centre
ground is disappearing,

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

which requires a more energetic
response from the 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.

That's at the Centre
for Freedom Studies

after the breakdown of the
first IRA ceasefire, in 1996.

We're one attack
away from a breakdown.

There shouldn't be any more. We mopped
up most of Al-Qaeda's logistical units.

What if Collingwood 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 postbox.

We profiled the most active delivery men.
Collingwood's team have been very busy.

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

- We've got a drop, Alpha One.
- Roger that.

There's the pick-up. Lima One, I need
you to send over the ID as soon as you can.

Colin, stay on this guy.
Keep a close eye on him.

Sure.

- And I'll have the coconut soup.
- Thank you, sir.

- Do you think the attacks have finished?
- Hard to say.

- Al-Qaeda like to hit twice. They have.
- If there was a third attack...

It would put the country
under intolerable pressure.

I'll tell you what concerns us.

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...

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

On the board of Gas Stream. But you'll
have to ask him about price increases.

That's disappointing.

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.

Sorry. It's the babysitter.
I'm gonna have to...

Never heard Harry
Pearce called that before.

Hello?

Yeah, is he OK?

Where's Colin?

He's got a pass. 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.

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.

They're focusing on two flights, simulating
taking them off their normal flight path.

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

Malcolm, are you still there?

Zebra Three?

Zeb... Colin, can you hear me?

What's wrong?

Nothing. Just lost
Colin. Comms are down.

Alpha One? This is Zebra Three.

Hello, Zebra Three.

Spying on your own side.

It's nothing personal. We're just
keeping tabs on everyone 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 there. Is it the Bostok model?

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

My name's Colin.

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.

We're gonna have to let our
boss have a chat with you.

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.

- You don't have to be gay to get into MI5?
- 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.

Please, 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 running and jumping.

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.

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! Please!
- You're doing really well.

You're doing really well, Colin.

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 underway

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,

and took out the
prime minister's ally,

who was about to secure a deal on
a 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, a transmitter linked
to the alarm 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.

Only routine
business on the Grid.

Check your 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?
- We can't do much.

Because he wasn't
important enough.

- We could hit them. What would it get us?
- Satisfaction.

That will come from
defeating their conspiracy.

Shut up, you pompous old fool!

He wasn't 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!

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.

Right. If we kill one of Collingwood's men
in revenge, we'll have achieved nothing.

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

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...

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.
We need to know what it was.

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.

Roger?

What's going on?

This way!

Move, move!

Through here.

Through here, come on!

Not much further! Come on!

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

I'm an officer of the British security
services. I'm here to protect you.

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

- Who are those people back there?
- Possibly British security services.

- What's 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?
- Somewhere safe.

Don't use your phone. Somewhere
where we can't be traced.

- I can call my dad?
- No non-essential communications.

- He's the prime minister!
- That doesn't guarantee anything now.

- Jo?
- She's found a bolt-hole.

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.
- Right!

The prime minister
dismissed rumours...

..about biological warfare,

but some predict...

- Hi.
- Hello.

Come in.

- How did you get into this?
- What?

- Your job.
- I was recruited.

- But 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?

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.

Except they're being
eroded, aren't they? Bit by bit.

Even my dad's...

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

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. He
doesn't always get easy decisions.

I know, I know.

It's hard to reconcile
him sometimes

with the man who took us
to the campsite 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 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.

What will we do? Set up a parliamentary
commission? Call in the ombudsman?

- You talk as if you share that view.
- No, but we can't close our eyes.

The people that do hold that view
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.
- Please, Adam.

I'm really flattered.

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

- Adam, you have nothing to apologise for.
- Ros!

Do not move! Drop your weapons!

Stay right where you are.

That's right! Drop your weapons!

You should check your
sources. Wrong cottage, boys.

Take their car to pieces.

I think we need
to talk about Colin.

Since the last time we met, certain
unpleasant facts have come to light.

Today, 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 believe was behind
the murder of an MI5 desk officer.

- What nonsense is this?
- "Djakarta is coming".

- A phrase you picked up in Latin America?
- Only I have been to Latin America

The precise details of the
cottage came from another source,

a source who stole my fingerprints
from a restaurant wine glass,

then turned up fluttering her eyelashes
wearing my dead wife's perfume.

I've worn that perfume
since my 16th birthday.

The decoy cottage was
only on my laptop computer.

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

- I'm not going to 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 won't work, we have
been in this business for too long.

OK, we're done here.

Inter-agency collaboration is dead
because of your 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.

A message from
Michael Collingwood,

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

Last chance to
pull out for all of us.

Good.

There were people there
I've worked with for years.

They walked out on me.

He wasn't gonna
admit we had his man.

- He just needed to observe protocol.
- And call his superiors for instructions.

That'll be him.

Yes?

Right.

He wants a meeting with
the home secretary present.

Collingwood's not
their Mr. Big. He 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 matched DNA from skin tissue on
the back seat to Colin. He was in that car.

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

Mackenzie was captured, but
the other man wasn't Jensen.

- He's still out there somewhere.
- Yeah. We found a car pass.

- From where?
- South East Air Traffic Control Centre.

Is this 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 changed the day our British
government accepted Guantánamo 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.

Is this current system
capable of dealing with that?

Spare me the Four Horsemen of the
Apocalypse. This isn't national security.

Not Al-Qaeda, either.

- This is a coup d'état, pure and simple.
- Not so simple.

The transition will be
managed quite carefully.

In the hope that people don't notice
the victims of the attacks you let happen?

What's next, Michael?

Or hasn't Djakarta arrived yet, the 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 take steps to ensure their safety?

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.

A system which men
have died to protect.

Nobody's taking to
the streets to defend it.

The argument against civil
liberties has been fought and lost.

- That's not for you to decide!
- You're assuming people will notice.

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

They put up with anything if you
serve it with a picture of Will Young.

You pronounce on the national character
while warming your feet at the club!

Since we've dispensed with the niceties
of theoretical debate, here's an ultimatum.

The prime minister has a week to
accept new terms of government.

During the time we've given you to
consider your ever-weakening position,

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. The escorts
know when to disappear.

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

It's 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 plan
which I warned you was likely to backfire.

I got you what you wanted. So 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 new
staff for airport control,

and one face
jumped out, Jensen's.

- Collingwood's man?
- Yes. And he's working this afternoon.

- This is the third attack, isn't it?
- It must be. I'll try Harry.

Filter in place.

- Stand by for re-route.
- Standing by.

Re-route complete.

Blue Wing 303 approaching
Bobbindons. Request further clearance.

Blue Wing 303, right on to
heading 130. Descent at 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!

- Adam?
- Juliet, get out of the car!

- Just do it!
- Stop the car. Stop the car now, please!

Juliet!

We're getting reports. One of the cars
returning from the meeting was 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 could get very bloody.
- As in crashing planes full of civilians?

- What's going on?
- A temporary detention order.

Harry! Djakarta is coming!

We'll be run by an
unelected committee

with the silhouette of
a hangman behind it.