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Any sign of him Danny?

No.

How long since the wire went down?

Ah, 15 minutes.

What's this boy doing here?

I am upbraiding him.

His studies are poor.

Boy, is that true?

Yes.

Learning should be a delight, not a punishment.

What do you think, Danny?

I think they're onto him.

Is this standard issue from MI5 for their creatures?

Please, they made me do it!

I didn't want to do--

Spy for the West and you are spying for Satan.

That is what you did, my son.

No.

You embraced him with all your wretched,

corrupt, withered soul.

And what is the name of the intelligence

officer you report to?

Please, please.

I didn't want, no!

No!

No.

Take it off.

No backup?

We can't have Special Forces barging into a mosque.

Says who?

We have got to get him out of there.

Stop it!

No!

Please.

They could be doing anything to him in there.

All right, Danny, you and me.

Great.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna walk up to the front door

and say can we have our friend back please.

His wire's back on.

Johnny?

Please!

Johnny?

Oh please!

Shit.

Where is Johnny now?

I've sent him to 5's clinic in Truro.

He was tortured?

Falaka, beating his feet.

Broke almost every bone.

Our intelligence suggests

this mosque has been taken over by extremists.

We need to find out if there is a threat here.

Yet the only agent we're able to drum up is a callow youth.

Were you able to talk to him?

No, he was too far gone.

They put the fear of God into him.

Yes, thank you, Danny.

Meeting room, half an hour.

Her name is Vicky Westbrook.

What?

The doc who patched me up who's got the hots for you.

Did I notice her?

She noticed you.

Danny.

You don't mind me saying this, do you, after Ellie,

but you have got to ride the bicycle again, Tom.

I do mind you saying it.

Yeah.

Tom, meeting.

We've just received this from Christine Dale.

Why is CIA London station suddenly sharing with us?

Christine Dale is a very nice young woman.

I doubt that's the reason.

Americans always want you to do something.

Oh, you're in here.

Oh, sorry, sorry.

Everyone, this is Ruth Evershed, joining us from GCHQ.

She's going to be handling intelligence

analysis in this department.

Sorely needed.

Tom Quinn.

You didn't know I was coming?

Well, ah--

Introductions later.

Ruth, I want you up to speed on this.

Oh, am I late?

Well, you're our intelligence expert, you ought to know!

Right, we are briefing Ruth and reviewing the situation.

Ruth, we are struggling with Islamic extremism.

Problems in three London mosques

have been resolved thanks to their own communities.

But our greatest concern is a mullah in a community

mosque in Birmingham, his name is Mohammed Rachid.

He came from Afghanistan, when we saw that country

as a friendly place wrecked by Soviet Russia.

How one forgets.

Our government gave him an extended Visa

and then permanent leave to remain.

There was a shortage of religious leaders

and the government was anxious to help.

Must have done well but Mohammed Rachid has,

over the years, become, well.

Zoe?

Here's an excerpt from one of his sermons.

And when a plane turns above a city in the West,

what passenger will not think of the flight

of the martyrs into the Twin Towers?

It is a blessing that there are young

among us who stand ready for martyrdom.

Satan may lash out at them but they are ready

for the bliss of their reward in paradise.

CIA station London, have just told us

they found documents in Kabul naming Rachid

as an Afghani intelligence officer

who has strong links with the Al Qaeda.

We let a wolf into the fold.

The mosque is bitterly divided between the supporters

of Rachid and the followers of this man.

Fazul Azzam, the original founder of the mosque.

Mr. Azzam came to Birmingham in the early '60s

but while Rachid may be something of a thug,

Fazul Azzam has so far stop

any official compliant from being laid.

Increasingly, Rachid and his group appear

to have the run of the mosque.

Every religion has it's crooked priests.

Our question is, is this one a threat to national security?

Why don't we close the place down?

Home Office directive,

community sensitive policy parameters.

In real speak, they don't want a riot.

Bugger the Home Office.

If only.

If we are to bring this man to justice,

we need evidence that will stand up in a court of law.

All of you, find me another agent.

I want to speak to Special Branch.

Could you please leave sir?

I'm not in this country to tolerate fools!

Come on, sir.

I am an agent from North Africa.

Armed police, stand still!

I can be of great use to your country.

So he's not said anything at all?

Is that surprising, after what you did to him?

I'm sorry, what did you say?

The Truro clinic's for victims

of torture, mainly refugees.

Some of us resent the debris from

your world being brought in here.

It's your world too, sadly.

It's my job to make it safer.

Yes, I have signed the Official Secrets Act.

He's in here.

It's all right, Johnny.

You did all right.

I'm so sorry.

Safe, you said I would be safe.

I really am sorry.

We'll look after you now.

You see, we don't get medals for what we do.

All we get is respect.

And respect, you have, Johnny, big time.

There are men twice your age

who couldn't have gone through what you've gone through.

You're one of us now.

That's what they said.

Sorry?

You're one of us now.

That's what they said.

They?

Who are they?

The, the, the nest.

Who are they?

The nest of angels, man!

They want to turn me into a bomb, man!

Bomb?

They want kids to be bombs, yeah.

They want me to be the one!

But then they found out I was one of you lot.

Suicide bombers?

Well, that's what they talk about.

How serious are they, Johnny?

Have they got explosives?

Have they got detonators, Johnny?

Get out of here.

Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, listen to me,

where do they want the bombers to kill themselves,

Johnny, where?

Where?

The center--

Center?

Center--

Center where?

Center!

Help me here!

Nest of angels.

Yes.

Extraordinary phrase.

I've heard it before.

It's what Hamas call their school for suicide bombers.

Suicide bomber attacks in the heart of England.

Any chance the boy can tell us more?

Not now.

He'll never speak again, he suffered a brain hemorrhage.

They told me it happens with victims

of that particular torture, blood clots.

Harry, we have got to find out if this is true.

Let me go and rattle Rachid's cage as hard as I can.

Be careful.

Don't talk to him.

Forgive me for keeping you, mister?

Anderson.

Anderson, Mr. Anderson, welcome.

This is my lawyer, Mr. Hussein.

You're from the Home Office Immigration Service,

Mr. Anderson?

Yeah.

Do you have identification?

Thank you.

I'll just make a note of this.

Do.

What can Mr. Rachid do for you, Mr. Anderson?

You have applied for citizenship.

I have to tell you your application will fail.

Mr. Rachid was granted permanent leave

to remain in the UK eight years ago.

After seven years, he's entitled to full citizenship.

Unless there is an impediment.

There is none.

Oh, yes, there is.

Criminal activity.

To be particular, kidnapping.

That is a very serious accusation, Mr. Anderson.

Whom, allegedly, did Mr. Rachid kidnap?

A young man.

Javaid Patel.

He's known as Johnny.

He was a spy.

And you are a spy.

Don't MI5 and the immigration services

readily exchange personnel?

We're gonna clear this mosque of nests.

You think we have mice?

We could get the health authorities to put traps down.

But mice are sweet, innocent creatures.

You can put them on wheels and make them go round and round.

Is that what you're doing to young men in your community?

We are going to throw you out of this country.

MI5, what a sad apology for an intelligence service.

Secret policemen in other countries can arrest,

beat, electric shock, even kill, but what can you do?

A smear in the press?

A meaningless threat?

Oh, the world I come from must

seem utterly uncontrollable to you.

And very dangerous.

Just a phrase from a brain-damaged boy.

Nest of angels.

This happened yesterday.

A tramp off the street it seemed making

trouble at New Scotland Yard.

And I've just twigged.

Twigged what?

At GCHQ, just before I left,

we picked up a signal about an Algerian.

Now, I've hacked into the aliens database

of the Secrétariat Général de la Défense Nationale--

You hacked into the French Security Service?

They do it to us, we do it to them.

This is the tramp the plods threw out onto the street.

Muhammad Ibhn Khaldun.

Poor man.

What a terrible story.

Yes?

He was a university lecturer, left wing-ish.

He was arrested by the Algerian secret service

and given a choice, death or the dangerous task

of penetrating an extreme terror group, the GAJ.

This he did, with success.

But in the end, they blew his cover.

A car bomb meant for him, killed his family.

Nasty.

He's from a nasty world.

But he's a crack agent, who didn't want

to talk to the French, he wanted to talk to us.

And Special Branch nearly chucked him out.

If you with the eyes have any authority,

make these fools understand,

I can be of great use to your country.

Release him.

Tell him to ring this number.

But he's an illegal, and a nutter.

We don't know what he is.

Bloody spooks.

♪ Peter Pan's a queer boy, a queer boy ♪

He's wearing a skirt.

♪ Peter Pan, Peter Pan, he's not a man, queer boy ♪

Mr. Muhammad Ibhn Khaldun?

Mr. John Steadman, Home Office?

They don't know who Peter Pan is, do they?

Why should they?

Peter Pan?

He's a part of English heritage.

What?

A story about a boy who didn't want to grow up?

No, a story about being safe in an eternal garden

where you can play in tree houses all day long.

Is that how you see this country?

How do you see mine?

Dusky maidens in desert tents,

offering dates on gold plates?

You have something to offer us.

No, you have something to offer me.

What?

A passport.

We can't just dole out British passports like sweets.

Why not?

Why have an immigration policy at all?

Why not let anyone in the world live where they want?

Shall we return to reality?

Certainly.

There is a terrorist organization in my country

called the GAJ, the Group for Algerian Jihad,

which finances extremists in Britain.

Yeah, we know about the GAJ.

Is that it?

Is that all you're offering?

There is a gentleman in a mosque in Birmingham

who has links with the GAJ.

His name is Mohammed Rachid.

Hell's bells.

Wait here.

Someone else will come and talk to you.

We are prepared to offer you a British passport.

As much as is within our power.

You know if you agree to become an agent run by us,

there'll be no going back.

Please.

You'll have to agree to a debriefing.

Bring on your lions.

Right.

Tom, a double espresso.

Harry, a latte.

Cinnamon not chocolate.

I hope that's all right.

With the sandwiches,

I went for cream cheese with chives all round.

Good for the soul to be tea boy now and then.

Shh.

Let's go through this one more time.

So, after your family died, you decided to leave Algeria.

How did you do that?

My life savings.

Meaning?

I bribed my way onto a boat.

And the Algerian secret services let you go?

Of course not.

So how did you escape your masters?

I disguised myself as a camel.

Mr. Khaldun--

You're worried that I'm still work for them.

Well, wouldn't you be, in our position?

When the extremists killed my wife and my daughters.

Anyway, I decided to leave

the nightmare my country had become.

I got to France.

I sent back fake reports that

I had infiltrated a GAJ cell in Paris.

My last report was that my cover

was blown and they were after me.

Then I disappeared to be reborn in England.

So, as far as the Algerian

secret services are concerned.

I am dead.

What do you think?

There is a terrible possibility

that we are being penetrated by a highly dangerous

double agent, working undercover

for God knows whom, the Algerian secret service?

The militant wing of the Pakistani intelligence service?

Even an Al Qaeda offshoot?

Could be a disaster for us.

Or he's simply is telling the truth.

Offering his services to a country

with which he has fallen in love.

That's what we want to believe.

Then we will.

So, now do I sing for my supper?

The Parkmount Mosque in Birmingham.

We want you to go in undercover

and infiltrate Mohammed Rachid's group.

But I told you, Rachid is financed by Algerian extremists.

They killed my family.

I'm sorry, it's a difficult thing to ask.

Why me, a stranger from abroad?

We don't have the personnel of the right culture.

You mean color.

Yeah.

What is concerning us is that

they are preparing suicide bombers.

In Birmingham?

Oh, yes.

Welcome, England, to the world at large.

We need to know everything they're doing, fast.

You may have to take risks.

My family is dead.

So now I will help you.

I want to speak to the office

of the vice-chancellor of the university.

Mr. Mulholland?

Hello, I understand that you are contractors

for refuse collection at the University

of West Midlands Campus.

Yes.

We have an employee that we wish you to hire.

It doesn't matter who we are.

I've got your VAT returns in front of me

and I'm afraid that there's a problem.

Why do you want to stay at the university?

I'll want to come and go at the campus.

It's as good a place as any to be undercover.

If you want to hide, hide amongst the young.

Vicky.

And what are you here for?

Erm, I don't know.

Are you sick?

Well, if you don't want medicine, do you want dinner?

I'm sorry, this is wrong.

Five minutes.

Wait for me out in the front.

I've been looking for you.

Have you?

Were you looking for me, too?

No, um.

Yeah.

Are you alone?

Well, I don't usually drink on my own.

Usually.

No, a road to ruin.

Yeah.

Well, let's do it.

What?

Have a drink.

Oh, yeah!

Yeah, please.

Tom Quinn.

It's my real name.

Really?

Do you usually give a false name

to doctors who dine out and bed with you?

Sometimes.

There's something weird about you.

What is it?

Well, Tom Quinn.

Me CIA, you MI5.

I think the point of these meetings is that we liaise.

Informally.

Oh, informally.

Yeah.

So, Christine Dale, London Station,

Grosvenor Square, have the CIA anything for us?

There is one issue.

We've heard you've acquired a hot asset.

It's Algerian.

Really?

We want you to share Muhammad Ibhn Khaldun.

The name means nothing.

No?

The French told us they were tracking him,

he disappeared, they're sure he came to England.

No.

This will go all the way to Washington, Tom.

Islamic agents that can be trusted are gold dust.

Can't help you.

We haven't heard of a Khaldun.

You mean you don't want us to share him.

Look, Tom, we helped you out

with info on the mullah in Birmingham.

Oh, yes, Rachid.

Yeah, many thanks.

So?

Please?

Want some more coffee or anything?

Look, um, we could go for another coffee out of here.

I don't think so.

Shit.

Shit.

The CIA know we've got Khaldun.

We have this from?

Christine Dale.

Ah, fruitful liaison.

Not very.

Well, no way are the Yanks going to steal Khaldun from us.

Everything in place in Birmingham?

We go operational tomorrow morning.

Be aware, be very aware.

Think of this, as a martyr's shroud.

Dressed in this, he enters heaven.

Why not hold it?

Don't worry, it's not armed.

Not now.

How's he doing?

Making friends.

So what are you saying?

It is a religious community of poor people.

I could be anywhere in the world.

Have you seen Azzam and Rachid?

Oh, yes.

If Fazul Azzam is opposed to Rachid's operation,

he's not showing it anymore.

You think it's genuine?

How can we tell?

Have you talked to them?

I'm waiting to be asked.

Well, take care.

They tortured the only other agent

we managed to get in there.

Don't worry, I know their minds all too well.

I have a present for you, from the university bookshop.

I was pleased to see it on sale, actually.

Don't hang around the students.

It's strange,

in this country, where for so long I have dreamed of being,

I think more and more of the Book.

Aminah is studying mathematics for A levels.

Indeed.

I support the advancement of women.

God favors it.

Some think not.

They are sadly mistaken.

I try to tell the young of when, by God's will,

Islam was the most advanced civilization in the world.

How Greek mathematics and the works of Aristotle were

first translated in Italy in the 12th century, from Arabic.

The school of Salerno in Sicily.

You are an educated man.

In the sight of God, we are all ignorant.

Indeed.

Thank you, Aminah.

Yes, thank you.

Why did it fade?

This glorious Islam.

Why did we lose the moment when East

and West were coming together?

The school of Salerno was closed by the Catholic Church.

Yes, we blame the West throughout history.

With good reason.

Are you one of them?

You say you are from Morocco, I think you are Algerian.

Yes, I am.

You are one of them.

They sent you, those vipers, those extremists from abroad.

I have to appeal to your generosity Fazul Azzam,

I am an immigrant--

Go and talk to your own kind.

God tolerates enough of you in the mosque!

For His purpose, whatever it may be.

Aminah.

Aminah!

Our guest is leaving.

Tell Mullah Rachid I come to help the angels.

Remember, help the angels.

Azzam is a sick man and the girl was very tense.

Something is going to come to a head.

Will the girl help you get to Rachid?

She already has.

I've been asked to see him tonight.

So it's on?

Have you got the money?

You'll have to sign for this please.

Ah, money from the British treasury.

Like blood from a stone?

And what is that?

Transmitter.

It sends a scrambled signal via satellite.

We can record you and anyone

in a range of 10 feet around you.

And this?

Camera.

Activate.

It's digital.

The shots can be sent to us

via a secure internet link with ultra-light.

One layer of real chocs.

Beneath, a single purpose device with a net browser.

This ridiculous James Bondery, do we need it?

We have to gather evidence against Rachid.

If he's guilty, kill him.

I see.

Do we have a clash of cultures here?

Use them at your own discretion.

My discretion.

Good.

We did not expect to be honored by a brother from Algeria.

I thank you for your hospitality, Mohammed Rachid.

You came through the tunnel.

Yes.

How did you get work in the university?

My job was arranged for me

by the British intelligence services.

Indeed.

My instructions by our brothers

were to infiltrate British security.

It was, praise to God, disarmingly easy to do so.

You are either a very brave man or a fool.

In the holy cause we serve, aren't all both?

Ibhn Khaldun, I want to believe you

but you will have to prove yourself to me.

Then let me do so, Inshallah.

I bring greetings from our beloved Abu Innan,

founder of the GAJ, working for the creation

of an Algerian Islamic republic.

Abu Innan is dead.

You and I know that he is alive and well.

Forgive me, I will say where but for your ear only.

Khanu.

Did he give you something to say to me?

The fruit of the Zaqqum tree shall be the sinner's food.

Here are funds from your Algerian brothers.

Praise be to God, the most compassionate, the merciful!

Praise be to God!

No show.

Khaldun has now missed the last three meets with me.

The hostel he's staying at hasn't seen him.

No calls?

No messages at all?

Nope.

So we're blind.

Well, they could be arming a kid to blow up

the heart center of Birmingham right now.

Quite.

I'm coming out in hives on this one.

What if Khaldun's not what he says he is?

What do you mean?

What if he's been an extremist all along?

What if he's been very clever

and he's a bomb master come to coordinate the attack?

If you think that,

we've got to send Special Forces in now.

Well, the trouble is I don't know.

I just can't read him.

Well, Danny's right, we can't wait.

I'm going to give him 24 hours.

Don't turn on the light.

I got away from them for a few hours.

A lavatory window.

They think I'm sleeping.

Why did you--

Miss all my appointments with you?

They watch me all the time.

Everyone else is watching everyone else in there.

In where?

The martyrs' group.

They're going to do it, Tom.

A suicide bombing.

In the heart of the city.

Tomorrow.

And they really are capable of doing that?

Oh, yes.

Rachid holds a religious discussion group every evening

and every time, the same people are there.

And in the center sit six young men.

The evening starts easily enough

but things always end the same way.

What is it, to wear 150 pound American trainer shoes?

To put on jackets with a label from Milan in Italy?

What is it to drink alcopops, to go clubbing

and end up fumbling a slut of an English girl

on a canal path in the dawn, your mind wrecked with pills?

It is nothing but ash in the mouth,

the taste of the death of the soul.

For the West sells you the illusion

of an earthly paradise, it has to.

This is how the American Jews on Wall Street

make their money.

But despite all the pressures

of the West's gaudy promises in your schools,

on the television, in the cinema,

the way your British friends behave,

you have kept yourselves pure.

You have become the West's worst fear,

young people they cannot sell to, they cannot touch!

For you know the way to true paradise,

through a martyr's death.

Death to America and her allies!

Death to the unbelievers!

Death to the West!

It was after the meeting that he told me.

What do you think of our youth?

I think they are God-fearing, fine young men.

They live a difficult life in this country,

surrounded by the sorcery of America.

May God relieve them of their burdens

and of the shackles that weight upon them.

Oh, He will.

We shall put you to the proof

and until we know the valiant

and the resolute among you

and test all that is said about you.

You want me to do this?

Would you?

With God's help.

You are too valuable.

It is a sad thing to say but

the best martyrs are dispensable.

We have chosen the boy.

And he told me.

The boy's name is Abu Hassan.

He's 16 years old.

And what is your role?

I am to tell him the target and to take him there.

And what is the target?

I won't be told until the last moment.

And why do they trust you to do this?

It's a test, of me as much as the boy.

And it's an old trick.

Get the stranger to do the filthy thing.

And if things go wrong, he can be blamed.

All right, I'm pulling you out of this operation now.

No, please, don't do that.

I'm thinking of the boy.

I can't allow you to be put in such high risk.

But the boy, if he gets arrested,

think what will happen to him.

He won't be dead, along with who knows how many others.

I want to talk to him, to persuade him

to give himself up, to save himself,

to save the decent worshipers at the mosque

from the shadow of this terrible thing.

Will they let you be alone with him?

Only at the end.

The end?

The last half-hour,

when I have to take him to the chosen place.

No way.

I cannot sanction that.

No.

I understand.

We'll have to go in mob-handed.

Harry will block that, you know he will.

Well, we'll need a cover story so we can go there legally.

No one leaves this room, no one makes a phone call.

Ah, the gentleman from Immigration.

Mohammed Rachid, I am arresting you

under the Charity Commission Act of 1967.

You're under suspicion of keeping false records.

Charity Commission?

See?

There are other ways of making people dead.

We have a warrant to search for hidden account books.

I wish to speak to my lawyer.

Where is the boy martyr?

Where is Ibhn Khaldun?

I'll speak to him alone.

What corrodes the minds of the young, Mr. Anderson?

How can they think this is a path to paradise?

Mr. Azzam, we have no time.

Do you know where they're keeping the boy?

No.

No, I don't.

Pull her in.

Pull her in!

Get off me, pig!

Pig!

Where are they keeping the boy from mosque, girl.

You have to tell me.

You have to--

Please leave us for a moment, Mr. Anderson.

Yes, of course.

No, wait.

Mr. Anderson, Warfield Street.

In this your first battle, God is in every move you make.

God is great!

Death to America and her allies!

Come, martyr of God!

Stand still.

You don't understand.

They are the real enemies of Islam.

So hold still while I take away this terrible thing.

The boy is armed!

Stand back!

He's armed!

Abu!

Abu.

Abu!

Abu, that's enough.

Everybody stay where they are.

That means you, too!

Tom!

Khaldun, Khaldun, we have procedures for this.

Abu, why do you want to do this?

To die in the face of oppression.

Why?

Why do that?

For freedom.

Aren't you free now?

There's no freedom outside the House of Islam.

The House of Islam will never

be built in this country with violence, Abu!

I'm a martyr.

I'm going to paradise.

It's a pointless death.

Do not interfere with a man who is going to paradise!

This shirt, it's Villa?

What?

The shirt you're wearing, it's Aston Villa.

In my country, some people say that football

goes against the teaching of the holy Koran.

What do you think?

I.

Football is one of the better things in life.

Don't leave the human race, Abu.

The Prophet himself, peace be upon him,

had to struggle with demons and angels, Abu.

There is no shame.

But the mullah said as a martyr,

on doomsday I can intercede for 72 loved ones.

The mullah is wrong.

You know it.

Just listen to yourself, listen to your heart.

I do!

I'm gonna send an unbeliever to hell then I'll see paradise!

The only paradise we will

see is the paradise we make here on Earth, Abu.

You know it.

You do.

He's gonna go, Khaldun!

I misread Khaldun.

I don't know if he was naive or a double agent or what.

Actually, he was a hero.

And you got him killed.

I'm sorry?

A cast-iron asset, a man who could have been

a great agent for us and for you, you got him terminated.

And that is the CIA line?

My superiors are so angry with you people,

they're in meltdown.

Well, sod your superiors.

Are you in meltdown too?

You bet.

You nearly got yourself killed.