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Is that what I think it is?

Sounds like it.

That was security, it's a coded warning.

We'll have to evacuate the floor.

There's been an explosion.

IED, South London.

I know and it's north London.

Wandsworth, grid reference MT 2051.

No, I was just on the bloody phone to him...

What the hell is going on?

Like I said, explosion, south London.

Could I ask you all please to evacuate the building?

We've just received a coded warning.

Danny, use my mobile.

Now walk, don't run!

It's ringing!

It's bloody ringing!

- Danny. - Tom.

Danny, I'm okay.

I'll have to talk later.

What happened?

Safe distance, please.

Nice and easy.

All right, Disposal.

Look, I spoke to him, he's alive.

But that's it, that's all I know.

Well, he's not answering now,. Danny.

Tom's okay.

What about the south London blast?

Looks like C4 plastic.

What's the target area?

Residential street, Wandsworth.

Who lives down there?

The secretary of state for Northern Ireland.

We're all clear, sir.

The detonator failed to ignite the explosive.

Thought you'd want to know.

Thanks.

Go away.

It failed.

36% of all detonators fail

on improvised explosive devices.

Sometimes the detonator goes off on its own,

sometimes nothing happens.

That's very reassuring, isn't it?

What's going on?

We're all just gonna go to the doctors now for a check-up.

- But I'm fine. - Tom, Tom

I need to get out of here.

They're just getting an overnight bag for you.

I need to get out of here now.

Will you just answer the bloody phone!

Mummy!

We're alive, all right?

I know you're alive, but are you okay?

Yeah.

Yes, thanks to McCann's shoddy workmanship.

He clearly can't build a detonator.

You're wrong.

A bomb just killed Michael Purefoy at home.

They think his kids were with him.

The car's just there, sir.

We know, stay on the line.

Stay close to me, okay?

Come on.

It's carnage Tom.

House was destroyed, no warning.

Well, how do we know it's McCann?

Because his group just claimed responsibility.

They're rebranding themselves The War For Irish Unity.

Recommend they double anti-terror units

on close protection duty.

Everyone on the blue list, not just cabinet members.

Get Zoe and a full team bringing the shutters downs.

Liaise with Customs at the ports,

fence them in and hunt them down.

Are you coming in?

No, I'm with my family,

I'll be on the phone and the pager.

Yeah.

Mr. Crockett.

Davy.

I'm here.

So you are.

Side-stepped our little surprise?

Glad to hear it.

Where are you?

To tell you the truth, I'm in a spot of bother right now.

I wondered if you could help me out.

You want me to do you a favor?

I want to come and work for you.

Is this a defection?

You could say that.

I don't believe you.

A little bird told someone about our chats, Davy.

And I need out before someone retires me permanently.

If you think you had a bad morning up to this,

it's about to get a hell of a lot worse.

I need more than that.

My branch chief's looking to change

more than just the logo Davy.

He's got big plans and things are gonna get pretty nasty.

The War For Irish Unity's first national campaign,

suffice to say, it just started.

And you've had a change of heart?

The terror game's changed, Davy.

I'm telling you.

It's scary.

Particularly right now, I must admit.

At this present moment my sphincter

is tightening at an alarming rate.

I warned you about the laptop, didn't I?

Use me and you can put a stop to this right now.

Let me send someone.

Is that a yes?

Tell me your location.

Is that a yes?

Yeah.

Underground car park, North Street...

The laptop was a diversion.

McCann's group had presumed that Tom would bring it here.

Lobby security scans would pick it up immediately.

Precisely.

They even threw in a coded warning

so we had to evacuate the building.

They wanted all resources pointed here.

Meanwhile, they're free to assassinate the real target,

Michael Purefoy.

McCann warned Tom about the laptop,

he called to warn him about the C4.

Why warn him if you're looking to cause disruption?

I don't know.

I do.

It was a sweetener.

McCann just agreed to a defection.

Is he here?

We're fetching him now.

Keep him away from me.

No sign.

Wait.

Executed for collaboration.

Oh the irony!

Saving Tom's life to try and save his own.

He didn't save anyone, Tom was lucky, that's all.

The bomb didn't go off and he was just lucky.

I told you McCann was not to be trusted and I was right.

If he was attempting to defect,

we must regrettably take what he told Tom to be the truth.

We cannot presume that this attack

is anything but the beginning.

Urgent incident report, sir

but I don't have clearance to read it out.

It's on a screen for you now.

Another explosion.

Longcross.

Get Tom back here now.

Did you say...

The bloody hell's going on?

Is it the military base?

Chief of defense staff.

- Tom? - No, Danny, I'm sorry!

Tom, the sky is falling.

My family need me right now.

This is from the top,

there is no negotiation on this mate, I'm sorry.

Tom?

They're staying with me one way or another Danny.

You make some space on the third floor.

If I'm coming in, so are they.

I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?

They'll get you anything you need.

We need you.

Can you give us a moment alone please?

Yeah, of course.

Hey, come on.

What are we doing here?

Just give me a chance to clear everything up here

and then I'll be with you.

I thought you'd want to feel safe

and I thought this was the best option.

I'm not the target Tom.

You are.

This isn't for me, it's for you.

Fill me in.

You're not gonna like it.

Try me.

Cabinet minister and his two daughters

assassinated by a Republican splinter group.

Explosion at Longcross.

But that's Special Forces property,

it's a weapons-testing center.

It's a bloody military base.

Multiple casualties.

Two pieces of two different puzzles.

Could be connected.

The only definite so far is that

McCann's old group have claimed responsibility

for Michael Purefoy.

They've denied the other explosion completely.

What's McCann saying?

McCann's dead, Tom.

They got to him before we could.

These passports pitched up this morning

in a forgery raid near Heathrow.

We ran the pictures through airport security

and Miroslav Gradic entered the UK last week.

What do you know about Miroslav Gradic?

He's been on the run for six years.

He's a war criminal with a taste for genocide.

During the conflict, Gradic was a major Serb commander.

He holds the UK centrally responsible

for NATO attacks on Yugoslavia.

NATO holds him responsible for massacres in Bosnia.

No reason to come here and raise merry hell.

I mean he's angry but he's putting himself

at risk with all this.

His two sons were killed

in NATO bombing raids over Belgrade.

They were porters in a hospital

the British bombed with a direct hit.

I think he's long past caring about his own safety.

Yeah but he can't know about Longcross.

I mean I hardly know about that myself.

I'm still not convinced McCann isn't linked to Longcross.

We both have personal issues with this matter.

Too bloody right I do.

Which is why this Irish matter

is now the concern of Section C.

For my sake as well as yours.

We need our attentions here.

Just because McCann's denying the blast,

it doesn't mean that he's not involved.

Tom!

Republican terror groups take credit for whatever they can.

They've said nothing in this case.

We have to presume this is nothing to do with them.

The Longcross incident constitutes a military attack

on the security of this nation.

Finding whoever is responsible

is now officially job number one.

It was definitely a mortar around a Barak Block

and Gradic is a big fan of mortars.

He's used them on Muslim hospitals,

and schools, mosques, houses.

Zoe?

Gradic will have a fan base

in the Serbian Mafia over here.

Last time I looked, we're running

five different Serbian surveillance operations.

You review current Serb surveillance.

You source all Serbian contacts in non-Mafia operations.

Pincer movement.

Tom.

Yeah?

Are you sure you want to be here?

I don't think I have a choice, do I?

Police and neighbors were greeted by scenes

of destruction following the blast,

which damaged several houses.

Michael Purefoy had only recently taken up the position

of secretary of state for Northern Ireland,

following a period as secretary of state

for the Department of Trade and Industry.

The War For Irish Unity issued a statement

apologizing for what it called

"the regrettable involvement of innocent bystanders"

but defended its actions,

asserting that the secretary of state

was "a legitimate target".

Mr. Purefoy leaves his wife Carol of 23 years,

who is still in a critical condition in a London hospital.

She is yet to be told about the death of her husband

and of her two daughters, Holly and Sarah,

aged eight and 13.

About ten minutes ago, sir.

I just got a package from Six.

Gradic had three narrow escapes from KFOR troops.

And you only do that with a tip-off.

He got those tip-offs from somewhere.

Tom? - Well, presumably

sympathizers in the Serbian authorities on the ground.

Yeah, and who tips them off?

Exactly.

So, guess who came to work

at the Serbian Embassy three months ago.

This is Sam, by the way, she's just joined the team.

- First day? - Yeah.

Bad luck.

Radovan.

Rado for short.

He worked in Belgrade for the then Yugoslav government.

in signals intelligence.

He's a known Gradic sympathizer.

Well, the Serbs are anti-Gradic now.

They'd hardly sanction a supporter in-house.

Some people find lying quite easily I'm told.

You think there's a link between Gradic and Rado?

Yeah.

If you're gonna make an approach, do it quickly.

Get a full profile now.

I can do that for you if you like.

I did TC10.

I'm good, honest.

All right.

Call me at home.

If I don't get some sleep soon, I'm going to pass out.

It is you, isn't it?

Zoe!

Oh my god, that is so mad!

Sarah?

So what's been up with you, I've not seen you for years.

So come on, fill me in.

Last I heard you were at Oxford or something?

- Yeah- - Married?

Sprogs?

No, no.

Just single, two cats.

Pushing paperclips mostly.

Civil service.

I think this is me actually.

Oh, this is my stop too!

Excuse me.

Listen, Sarah, I'd love to go for a drink

but, to tell you the truth, I've had a bitch of a day

and I feel like I'm coming down

with something actually so...

Ah, well, see you soon.

All right.

Oh!

We should swap numbers.

Hello.

Danny, I need you to get a number for me.

Unlisted.

Surrey.

Sure, who?

Jane Simm.

Ellie's mum.

Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?

Er, no.

Please, sit away.

Sitting.

Well sat.

Hi there, sorry to call so late.

I was just wondering if Ellie was there?

It's a friend.

Matthew.

Oh, yes.

Tom, one minute.

Ellie, it's Tom...

She doesn't want to speak to you, I'm sorry.

Are you, um, with anyone?

I mean, here?

I'm waiting for a friend, actually.

He's just finishing up at work so...

Oh, and here he is.

Jamie, what took you so long?

Sorry, boss made me work late.

Sorry I just got a round of drinks in.

Oh, don't worry.

Hey.

Boyfriend of six months,

you work in the City, I'm a legal secretary.

So, Jamie, you work in the City?

Yeah, trader.

You?

Corporate finance.

Oh.

I've got a call.

I have to take it.

Excuse me.

It was nice chatting to you.

Yeah, and you.

Hey, thanks for the drink.

Hello.

Er, so what put you off exactly?

His looks, his charm, his money?

Too single, was he?

I don't know.

It just gets to me sometimes, Danny.

Look at Tom and Ellie.

They were perfect for each other

and this job's made mincemeat out of them.

If they can't make it,

what chance have the rest of us got?

What chance have I got?

Danny...

I didn't leave those on.

Sorry, I let myself in.

No problem, Tom.

One minute they're innocent,

they're just innocent and safe,

then you open your mouth, a few words come out,

"I'm a spy",

and suddenly they're a target, they're a liability for life

and it's all your fault.

They've been branded.

It's like a hex.

It's no one's fault, Tom.

It's just the job and we chose it.

I nearly got them killed, Zoe.

Their lives have been ruined and it's all because of me.

It's not true.

Where is she now?

Her mother's.

I want to be there for them.

I want to be there and I can't.

Look, that's what they said.

When the dust cleared at Longcross, they did an inventory

and there is a massive shortfall

in one of the munitions stores.

The explosion was a diversion, it's got to be.

I mean, they cleaned the place out:

light arms, mortars, explosives,

and some cutting-edge automatic weapons.

It wasn't an attack it was a smash-and-grab raid.

Selling on or using?

I know what my money's on.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Well he's got to store it all.

Presumably close to home.

The Serb community's brought the portcullis down, Tom.

All sources are drawing blanks.

Either people don't know anything

or they're just not talking.

We start knocking on doors and they're gonna be

50 miles away before we've even finished a street.

Registry's come up with something.

This was taken in a UN safe house

just after Gradic's unit occupied it.

This the tail end of a diatribe-

What's he saying?

Zoe?

Erm...

He's vowing to strike back at the heart of the enemy.

"I will only strike military targets, as I've always done.

Only legitimate military targets."

All this from a man who's butchered

innocent civilians for the last ten years.

You wanted a full profile on Rado.

Look at this.

MI6 had him under surveillance in Belgrade

and, luckily for us, kept it up

when he came over here to work for the embassy.

If Rado is in contact with Gradic,

he's gonna do it in code

and, my guess is, direct from the embassy.

What's the way in?

He's a film buff.

He gets off the bus four stops early everyday

to go to the video shop.

He's new in town, he's lonely.

That happens.

You're gonna be his new best friend.

I guess I am.

Okay, Rado's taken the bait.

You're on, Zoe.

How long have you been open?

Not very long.

Hey, I've been trying to get this

at Blockbuster for months.

Wow!

So, how's business...

Kate?

First an army base, now a munitions transport,

both in highly classified locations,

they're not on any maps.

I've ordered a trawl of the MOD vetting files

plus the personnel records.

If this is coming from the inside,

then someone is getting paid for it big time.

All military sites are now on maximum alert.

Any word from Radovan?

No, nothing yet.

Let me know when his next communication arrives.

Not a moment later, yeah?

But we have enough weapons to start a war.

Who said we were starting a war?

Thank you very much.

Hello there.

How was the film last night?

It was very good.

A good day at work, I trust?

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

What was it you said you did again?

I never told you what I do.

Too much too soon, Zoe.

I thought you said you were in banking, no?

No.

I didn't.

Sorry.

Just trying to get to know customers, you know,

when they're new.

That's all right, I understand.

I'm a journalist, actually.

Right.

Nicely done, mate.

So, can't you work from home then,

if you just sit in front of a computer all day?

I don't have a computer at home.

Anyway, for my work, I sometimes need...

Well, it's a very special computer.

Oh, yeah?

All sounds very flashy.

I'm not a fan of spy stories.

They always make espionage seem so exciting.

And if you ask me, it's probably quite the opposite.

The actual job, I mean.

Can't be any more boring than this one.

I don't understand you.

You have a CV?

Not really.

You're kidding!

Well, then, we must change that at once.

You wanted black, didn't you?

Yeah, it's his favorite color.

Are you sure he's gonna wear them?

If a girl gave you something to wear,

would you put it on the next day?

- Yes. - She wasn't asking you.

Kate!

Hey!

You're running late, I think.

Don't tell anyone but I've been trying to get another job.

I just nipped out on my break to get the details and stuff.

You make me so proud!

Shh!

I'm sorry.

I'm very proud.

What do you think?

Um...

Well...

It's a good CV, but I mean, your presentation is just...

I'm not very good at layout and that kind of stuff but...

Well...

I could redo this for you at work if you like.

Would they let you do that?

Well...

In fact, I have a better idea.

What the hell's going on?

Old school friend, 12 o'clock.

What's going on?

That girl, the girl who just came in,

she's going out with my ex-boyfriend.

She's got it into her head that I'm, like,

the devil or something.

The last time I saw her she tried to throttle me.

If she sees me, I'm gonna be here all night.

All right, Sam?

Sam, come out front and be the manager.

Listen, listen, this better idea...

I was thinking, we could have a drink back at my flat

and I could go over your CV with you.

What do you say?

All right.

Were you looking for anything in particular?'

Have you got "Pretty Woman"?

We don't really do romantic comedies.

I'd try one of the larger chains.

Oh.

Well, thanks anyway.

Don't do that.

It's all clear.

So, um, I'll pick you up later, okay?

Okay.

Bye.

Okay, Danny, what's the position there?

Rado and Zoe are in.

Where are you?

Driving down to Ellie's parents' place.

She won't speak to me on the phone.

What makes you think

she'll speak to you in person?

Oh, reckless optimism.

Can you see the flat?

Yep.

Light is on and all is well.

All under control here.

Hang on a sec.

Can I help you?

Yeah.

What do you want?

Your phone.

Oi, what are you doing?

Danny.

Danny!

Danny!

Malcolm, get a paramedic crew

down to the following location,

12 Winton Terrace, SW9.

Yeah, okay, but I need to speak to you urgently.

Just get the ambulance, Malcolm,

and another sentry to Danny's old position.

On their way.

What's the problem?

It's not good, Tom.

It's not good.

Same to you.

It's Serbian brandy made from plums.

Try it.

Zivili.

To life.

Good stuff!

You can't buy it anywhere.

His brother's first wife had a son, okay?

Rado is Gradic's nephew.

He's not just a sympathizer, Tom, he's family.

He was a foot soldier for him in Croatia in the early 90s.

He's killed for him.

We need to tell Zoe before she goes anywhere with that man.

I mean, if he finds out who she is Tom...

Get someone down there now.

A few more of these and I'll be singing folk songs.

Well, that's what usually happens.

Oh, this country.

Always the same story.

You have this need to demonize.

Look at this.

I don't really read the papers.

Yeah.

Either we Serbs are monsters,

or everyone in the Balkans is as bad as each other.

Do I look like a monster to you?

Hm?

Look into my eyes.

Do I?

Of course not.

Well, you're wrong.

I am a monster.

We are all monsters

somewhere.

But we are no worse or better than anyone else.

We are human beings.

We contain multitudes.

I'm sorry.

Oh, now, before too many, let's get your CV.

Um...

What?

Well, I was gonna wait but you're being so nice.

It's not just for the CV,

you know, it's for everything, really.

You're the first person that's given me

any confidence in myself.

You're, you're the first person that's made me think

I could actually do something with my life.

Sorry, this is so embarrassing.

Well...

I don't know what to say.

They're fabulous.

I will wear them every day.

Yeah, right, you hate them!

No.

I love them.

Right, well,

I'd better be off.

So soon?

My sister's staying with me you see so

she'll be wondering...

You never told me you had a sister.

Well, there's lots you don't know about me.

You're wrong again.

I know a lot about you...

Kate.

Really?

How's that?

Because I have your CV.

I know everything about you!

Well, I don't know about that.

Most CVs are full of lies.

Only the good ones.

I'll have this for you tomorrow.

I promise.

Right.

They really were kids, Tom.

Nothing to do with Rado, I'm sure of it.

Okay.

Mr

Palmer?

He may have broken a rib.

You're the boyfriend, are you?

No.

Well, there is a God.

May I have a look, please?

Expecting anyone else?

Yeah, Queen of Sheba.

Yeah she's always in here.

Gammy leg.

I'm going to do some X-rays, get you checked out, all right?

Tough guy like you shouldn't get hurt like this.

Big lads, were they?

Huge.

What do you do, just go around in a big T-shirt

that says "Please Mug Me"?

The cufflinks should pick up

all the keystrokes as he's typing.

How's it gonna understand them?

Because he's typing something that we know.

Zoe's CV.

That's our control document.

Her CV's got every letter on a QWERTY keyboard covered,

plus symbols.

We had to give you a fairly colorful past, by the way.

It's nothing personal, it's just...

You know, the alphabet.

He's doing it.

When we know what the keystrokes sound like on his computer,

we can decode and read everything he types.

Simple really.

The PM's flying back from France.

He wants to convene Cobra

away from Whitehall and prying eyes.

Why's he convening now?

Any sooner would have been an overreaction.

Anymore would be avoiding the issue.

Fact is, two attacks have been made

on military bases and vehicles.

That's enough to convene in anyone's book.

I'd agree with that.

So do the Cabinet.

I need some good news to tell them, Tom.

Well tell them we're working on it.

Danny, how's the MOD?

Overworked and underpaid.

There's a lot of records, Tom.

If there is a mole, they'll be hiding

under a ton of paperwork.

I'll be in the meeting room.

You have to understand something.

I can and I will do anything to put things right.

Ellie, I love you.

I just...

I love you.

Tom.

Maisie's been having dreams, Tom.

Bad dreams.

Meet me.

I don't know.

I'm begging you.

Okay.

Okay.

What've we got?

This is the most likely message.

Rado typed it this morning.

"Short let wanted by nonsmoker in flat/houseshare.

Area NW10 preferred.

£180 a week."

Rado's communicating with Gradic

through the newspaper's classified ads.

The message has to be some sort of a code.

If a new message is going out today,

we have to presume an attack is not far behind.

What do you make a year?

Scale D, 32,000.

Not quite enough to afford a £300,000

mortgage with the Halifax.

Danny.

MOD vetting files, okay?

There's a lad here, Jim North.

Same pay scale as you

but if you look at his private banking,

he's getting a lot of washing done.

Cash.

He works in Defence Logistics.

Munitions support?

You look back further and the guy is in serious debt.

No family money either.

So, this cash is coming from somewhere.

I think I've found our leak.

Freedom of information's important.

These guys are putting together a map of secret Britain

and I'm sort of with them actually.

It's gonna get published

so there's nothing you can do about it.

That's what they told you?

Is it?

You just blindly handed over Government secrets

without giving a thought as to who you were handing them to?

I didn't think there was anything wrong

in what they wanted.

Shit.

How did they make the first approach?

Through my

friend.

- Who's he? - A Serbian dude

in Hammersmith.

His name's Radovan.

How did they make the exchanges?

Dead drops.

We never met in person.

We agreed on a code.

They put classified ads in the evening newspaper,

it included a fake phone number that we'd agreed upon,

then I knew the ad was for me.

So then I'd decode the ad.

The forst letter in each word, you'd write down a number,

put all the numbers together, you've got a page number

in the A-Z and a map reference.

That was the time and the place of the dead drop,

usually a public lav.

I'd leave the papers on the day, get the cash the next.

Simple but it worked.

What papers exactly?

Admin paperwork, like I said.

Army maps, arms shipments, transport, Whitehall itineraries.

Are you aware of any other people using this method?

'No.'

What's gonna happen to me?

Bad things.

I want a solicitor-

Shut up.

Somewhere in these "Evening Standard" ads

are coded messages.

Some of them have been used to communicate

the locations of dead drops with a mole in the MOD

but we think there are other messages.

In particular, between a Serbian contact

and Miroslav Gradic.

Now, we're probably looking for a grid reference,

a place and time, anything that could be used

to communicate a location on a map.

Okay?

Ignore any ad that does not conform

to the template we've given you.

Pass all your work on to Sam here.

Quickly now please.

Apologies for the delay.

Let's get started, shall we?

Bloody Nora!

We're presuming they use the same code

for Gradic as they did for Jim North, correct?

Yes.

But what if they're not dead drops?

What if they're targets?

Three of the ads decode to a grid system,

in addition to the ones you've indicated.

But they're not A-Z, they're not Ordnance Survey,

they're military!

Two letters, 10 digits.

And two of them decode

to the exact locations of the attacks.

What about the third?

It's today's.

It's the site of the Cobra meeting.

All along.

It's been building to this.

Strike enough military targets in the British Isles,

you can guarantee there's one group of people

who will get together...

Cobra.

Prime minister, Chief of Defense staff,

heads of all armed forces.

Secretary of State, heads of Five and Six.

It's not just a national emergencies committee,

it's practically a war cabinet.

"Striking at the heart of the country."

Isn't that what he said on the surveillance video?

He's taking them all out.

Car!

I need a car!

If we could all quickly proceed to agenda one,

to the item marked Eyes Alpha 7, page 12...

Tom?

Tom, is your GPS working?

I can't get a trace on you.

Hang on, this'll take a minute.

Out.

Hello.

I stayed as long as I could.

Longer than I should.

Ellie...

You know, even if you'd turned up,

I would've asked you this-

Ellie, something really big is going down right now.

Well I would say so.

Okay, Tom, switching red channel Tetra,

frequency Bravo Five.

Yeah give me a second here, mate.

Listen, Ellie, I'll have to call you tomorrow.

And I need you to choose

now.

Are you driving?

You shouldn't be talking and driving.

The job or us, Tom.

It's the only way it can work.

Look, I know you're upset-

I'm well past upset!

But I love you, Tom.

Maisie and I love you.

And we need you to choose, to give us any chance.

Ellie...

Now, please.

I can't do that this second!

Then you've made your choice.

I'm sorry.

E-

Oh damn.

Tom, are you all right?

There are omissions in this report,

events considered too sensitive even for Eyes Alpha,

but I want you all in full possession of the facts.

Tom, what the hell's going on?

Close shave.

Have you found me yet?

Yeah, the turn-off's three junctions from now.

Did you call up ahead?

Yeah I spoke to Harry.

He says to put your foot down.

Whilst I agree with you Sir,

there is an urgent matter which takes precedence.

Kill him.

Sit down.

Apologies again for the last minute changes in plan.

They were unavoidable.

I hope you didn't find the new venue

completely disagreeable.

My sons died in their workplace,

from a bomb that knew its targets were innocents.

I remember being there.

Flesh smells so bad when it's burnt, you know.

Very strong.

It never leaves you.

Yes, I know.

So...

Tell me this,

how can you sit there and talk of war crimes?

I kill only my enemies.

I am an honest man.

The British soldiers you killed weren't your enemies.

Neither were the women and children

you bulldozed alive into mass graves.

They were collaborators.

They would have killed me when I turned my back.

Women

and children?

A woman or a child,

they are all the same to me if they are guilty.

If they are my enemy, then they deserve to die.

Sir, they're ready for you outside, sir.

Give me your weapon.

Your weapon.

I heard you, sir.

Give it to me, please.

I don't think I can do that sir.

Hand over your weapon!

There's no justice any more, Tom.

Not the way the world plays it.

Nuremberg, truth and reconciliation.

There's not been a single, unified,

successful prosecutions of international law.

They're sending Gradic to the Hague.

Hm.

The way the tribunal's going,

he could die of old age before his case comes up.

I heard about what happened in there.

And you're concerned about my emotional state?

Couldn't care less about your emotional state.

I care very much about whether you're able to do your job.

I am.

Well, then, that's good news.

What about McCann's group?

Still no word from Section C.

And no news is bad news where they're concerned.

We're going to have to brace ourselves

for the long game on that one, Tom.

Their petty little Irish war games will always be with us.

Have we still got Gradic's passport?

How long's the flight to Holland?

He's not going to the Hague.

Where's he going?

Egypt, via RAF Shoreham.

In the interests of justice,

we told them he was a pedophile on a British passport.

Know what the Egyptians do with sex offenders?

Would we want to know?

Can you check again, please?

The number is 07700 900 002.

That number is not valid on the network, sir.

But I've called it.

I've spoken to someone on it.

I'm afraid you must be mistaken, sir.

That number is yet to be allocated.

Kate.

Her name is Kate.

Goodbye, sir.

I'm sorry.

I just want to see her.

Do you know what time it is?

This is so unfair of you.

Please.

Tom, don't do this.

You'd do it.

Come on, you would.

One last time.

She's in bed.

She's asleep.

What are you going to tell her?

I'll tell her that you fell asleep, too.