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Good morning.

This is Phillip Norton,
he's an MI6 Officer

stationed at our Embassy in Istanbul.

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

It was Ali Mohamed Yazdi

who killed my man in the souk.

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

Yes.

We picked up information

about an illegal immigration
network in the cafe talk.

Cafe talk?

Yeah, a major source in Istanbul.

It's surprising what
you can piece together.

Have you checked out the cafe talk?

Yes, and it's true.

There's an illegal immigrant route

into the UK that starts in Istanbul.

A British truck's involved.

They go through Bulgaria into Serbia,

then into Austria and
across the Channel by ferry.

So you put a local agent in undercover?

I baby-sat him at the souk.

The contact came.

Then I saw Yazdi.

- You sure it was him?
- Yeah.

And he killed your man
without any provocation?

Took a look and didn't like him.

That's in Yazdi's profile. Impulsive.

Sudden decision-making.

Do the chattering cafe classes
know who runs this network?

The word is it is run as a sideline

by a Middle Eastern prince.
- Name?

All we could get is that he is called

"The prince who eats diamonds".

- Mm-hmm.
- So what do you conclude,

Mr. Norton.
- That Mohamed Yazdi

was planning to enter this country

using an illegal immigrant route.

That's way under our radar.

And for what purpose?

To lead a major terrorist
attack, of course.

In the UK.

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

- The real thing.
- Dead right.

Yazdi is special, though.

Born Iranian, trained as a doctor

in the early 1990s, Kent University.

On his way to his first-class degree

and then drops out.

September 1997.

That was when the Taliban took Kabul.

The bright lights of Al Qaeda
training camps beckoned.

- Why?
- Intellectuals everywhere

can get bowled over by extremism.

Change the world or burn it.

It's a powerful thought.

I had it too for a while.

Don't worry, it passed.

He began his career in 1998.

Walked into a Cairo hotel

and opened fire on a heavily
guarded Israeli delegation.

Four killed, 11 wounded.

Fell out with Bin Laden.

Set up a splinter group, Al Kahf.

The cave, where the
soldiers of the Jihad shelter.

His last operation six
months ago went horribly wrong.

Morocco.

12 children were killed, 18 badly injured.

He rang a newspaper, claimed the bombing,

and shouted, "Do no harm!"

We think what?

This maniac's bringing Al Kahf to Britain?

It's our turn for 9/11?

No, there's no chatter about
a major terrorist attack.

That's even more scary.

"Do no harm."

Six have got all the watchers
they have out in Istanbul.

Nothing.

- He'll have bolted.
- Think so?

The prince who eats diamonds.

Sheik Abd Al Gawaad
Ahmed bin Wali al Hakim.

Eldest son of King
Ahmed bin Wali al Hakim,

ruler of the Gulf state of Bahar.

Prince Hakim will become
king when his father dies.

So if he's running an
illegal immigrant network

into this country, things
could go pear-shaped/

Well if we're going to
wreck British Foreign policy

in the Arabian Gulf,

then let's make sure we've
got the right prince.

It's him.

Prince Hakim is notorious

for mixing ground diamonds into his food.

Why does he do that?

To increase his potency.

Does it work?

I really wouldn't like to know.

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

What does he get up to there?

Nothing out of the ordinary,
drink, sex, gambling.

So what's the link between
Yazdi and the prince?

Ask him. I'll do it.

Your Royal Highness, I'm
from the immigration service.

I wonder if you can help me
with a rather serious matter.

Wait, now look, I should warn you.

- Well, that didn't work.
- Arrogant bastard!

The Bahar government have
made an official complaint

about the gross conduct
of an immigration official

in The Regal Hotel.

Apparently you were drunk.

What?

And as a result of this
disgraceful incident,

the prince will not speak
to any government agency

in this country.

We need to get this joker.

- Set up a rat trap?
- Good idea.

With Caroline as bait, I think.

Malcolm, bug the prince's suite.

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

- We did.
- Happy days.

Observing the
prince at table one.

Okay, Caroline moving into position.

Well done!

She's pulled him.

Camera one, flickering.

Can we adjust?

Wow!

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

Yes, and GCHQ have sent
over the phone numbers.

I'd better get going.

Hotel wire-free network. Go pix.

Morning, your Royal Highness.

One click on the computer in front of me

and the material goes out
on the world wide web.

If you are a common blackmailer

you have no idea of the power-

We're not blackmailers.

We're British Intelligence.

We need to have a conversation with you

in the strictest confidence.

Your Highness?

Very well.

Over to Harry.

I have here 432 photographs.

This CD is the master
disk for the video taken.

What do you want from me?

You run a network for immigrants

entering this country illegally
using a British truck.

The collecting point is in Istanbul.

That is ridiculous.

We know this because an MI6
agent penetrated the network.

- Ridiculous.
- He was killed.

I have no knowledge of this.

The name of the man
who killed the MI6 agent

is Ali Mohamed Yazdi.

Ridiculous!

What is your association
with Ali Mohamed Yazdi?

None.

How could there be an association?

Yazdi's a terrorist!

Six months ago, he killed
innocent children in Morocco.

He has sworn to destroy
the whole house of Hakim,

turn Bahar into an Islamic republic.

You know the insane
dreams of these people.

We strongly suspect that Yazdi himself

will try to use the network
to enter this country,

to mount an attack upon the British State.

I have no idea of that, Mr.

Forgive me, what is your name?

- Giles Farmer.
- No idea, none!

That the cave is using my...

little enterprise,

I am sick to my soul, Mr. Farmer.

Our two countries have long been friends.

I will co-operate with you fully.

Where does the route run from?

A house in a poor quarter of Istanbul.

How often is the route used?

The truck leaves on the
first Thursday of every month.

And that is all I can tell you.

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

You will not be allowed
to leave this hotel suite

until we say so.

This is outrageous!

I have diplomatic immunity.

I'm aware of that.

The prince
denies knowing anything.

But could be lying.

Yazdi wants to get into this country.

So he must have contacts
here, but where are they?

Special Branch did
three raids overnight.

They found nothing
to link anyone we know

to Al Kahf or to Yazdi.

I think he'll come.

I think he'll use the prince's truck.

But he knows that route's blown.

He thinks he's untouchable.

He thinks he can walk through walls.

We send Special Forces to Istanbul.

If he's spotted trying to use the network,

they take him out.

The Turks have offered full co-operation.

There is another way.

Adam!

Put someone in undercover in the truck.

Make contact with Yazdi, turn him.

- That's insane.
- Think!

Yazdi is a double agent.

One of the founder members of Al Kahf,

reporting straight to us.

He's a notorious
international terrorist!

Why in hell's name should he turn?

It's in his record.

He's all ego.

Each attack is more extreme than the last.

I know he can flip.

What's the greatest form of flattery?

To be desired by your enemies.

And do no harm.

It's the Hippocratic Oath.

Yeah, doctors swear to do no harm.

I think to him, being a
terrorist, being a doctor,

same thing.

What do you mean?

He can save people as a doctor,

or overthrow what he sees as
tyranny by blowing them up.

To him, the two extremes are the same.

Heal, change the world.

Anyway, we don't have an officer

who could get away with it.

Don't we?

I'll be a Circassian
from Northern Syria.

They have fair hair,
white skin, blue eyes.

DE Lawrence went
undercover as a Circassian.

I'll work up a good legend.

I'll be from Aleppo.

This is reckless.

Yeah, but doable.

Syrian identity card.

Your name is Ami Tlass.

Ami Tlass.

A Kuwaiti work permit.

Why Kuwait?

You're from Aleppo but
with a Kuwait residency.

Now that gives you a
middle-class background.

The comm device has a
range of one kilometer,

it's in your lapel.

And this magnetic GPS device.

Your plane leaves in 45 minutes.

Zaf's waiting by the car.

Great.

- Salam Alekem.
- Alekem Salam.

No Turkish, speak English.

Where are you from?

Kuwait, but I, um,
I'm here for the truck.

No talk! In!

Who's this?

Not 'til I say so, pal.

Please, sir...

I mean, what is he anyway?

He looks Circassian.

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

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

Come here.

White Arab.

Come on, get 'em in the truck.

Come on, up!

B to base.

B to base.

Zaf's on the satellite scrambler link.

We may have a no-show.

There's no sign of Yazdi.

Maintaining observation, over and out.

Alright, in you get, come on.

Look, I even got you water.

Hey, old man...

Yeah, come on.

Chop-chop.

Target is present.

Repeat, target is present.

Yazdi.

Part of me wishes he hadn't shown.

The satellite's online.

Ruth, contact Juliet Shaw.

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

- Where are you from?
- Aleppo.

Where are they now?

An hour from the Bulgarian border.

- Has Zaf called in?
- Yes, he's following.

What about the raids?

Special Branch have houses
in North London, Manchester,

Bradford and Birmingham,
people known to us.

And there's nothing.

Right, I want all the trees shaken.

If there's an Al Kahf
cell in this country,

we've gotta find it.

I know Aleppo. Where was your house?

In Babel-Quinnisine.

What is your work?

I am an engineer.

The steel structure of buildings.

What have you built?

The Royal Bank of
Bahar, in Kuwaiti City.

If you are such an eminent engineer,

why are you in this truck?

Why not a passport, airline ticket?

My cousin, from my father's family,

he was martyred in Afghanistan.

The British think my
family all are terrorists.

What was his name?

Hussein bin Tlass.

You are Hussein bin Tlass' cousin?

And you want a new life in the West?

That is our destiny, don't you think?

To be something new?

Aleppo man, you were not
born to be a philosopher.

The truck's stopped.

Near the Bulgarian border.

Tell Zaf to pass him
and report what he sees.

Right, in the crate.

Come on!

My, my father is too ill!

Then he should have gone
on the Orient Express.

Bulgarians, they find you, they not nice.

Get him in the crate.

Come on!

What kind of life will
you have in England?

Maybe none.

We are doing this for a new life.

You are.

What?

And you are doing it for death?

Why are there so many people like you?

Why are you crammed
into a crate like this,

dreaming of, what?

Prostitutes on London streets?

Whisky bars?

How will you be cured of this poison?

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

Aleppo childhood.

Why do you think I wanted
to be a civilized man?

You think England is civilized?

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

What are you bunch of clowns playing at?

Has he gone and popped it?

Wrap it in that.

You've got half an hour.

You should go back to Aleppo.

Build beautiful buildings.

I will. When I am rich.

You are like the
prostitutes you dream of.

You are sneaking over borders

into the West to sell yourself.

Don't talk to me again.

Zaf.

Dead end.

Repeat, dead end.

Zaf's on the satellite link.

Put him on, put him on!

Signal from Adam.

Repeat, a signal from Adam.

Dead end. I repeat, dead end.

Bandits.

, move, move!

Open.
- There's nothing-

Open the door!

Open, open, open!

You. Out.

out.

Hurry up! Move!

Give us money.
- We haven't got any!

Hurry up! Hurry!

Hurry, yeah?

We take the truck!

No, you can't do that!

Oh yes.

Inside, inside.

Now, sit down and shut up!

We better find the others.

Forget them.

All that matters is I get to England.

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

No, no, no, aren't men from Aleppo

meant to be adventurers?

You will help me get to London.

But we have to get to the coast.

Steal a boat to England.

It's possible.

Everything is possible.

If I'm going to help you,

I want to know what you
are going to England for.

I'm from Al Kahf.

Help me or you're dead.

Alright! Alright!

I can understand what you want to do.

Really?

What do I want do?

Attack the great Satan of the West.

And will you join me in doing that?

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

You'd like me to do that.

If we are going to work together.

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

if I'm going to help you.

Shall we drop our masks?

What do you mean?

Please. Please.

British Intelligence.

It was the lorry driver, wasn't it?

Real bandits would have killed him.

We don't kill people.

Oh, I forget, your missiles don't kill.

We have Prince Hakim.

Are there men in the forest?

A few moments away.

Call your men.

I can make you an offer.

I said, call your men!

Come and work for us.

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

a double agent.

Which means you'll get to see both sides,

almost like God himself.

No.

You do it for two years,

then you can have any life you want.

No, I'd rather choose death.

It went wrong, didn't it?

The bomb in Morocco.

Call your men.

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

You can go back to medicine,
finish your training.

You can take the Hippocratic Oath.

No.

- You'd rather choose death?
- Yes.

I don't believe you.

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

You want to heal the Islamic world.

Use bombs as scalpels.

Cut the disease of the West away.

But it's begun to sicken you

and I think, given the choice now,

you choose life, not martyrdom.

Life...

Two years as a traitor.

Then I'm free?

I believe in the House of Islam.

The whole of Arabia united
in an Islamic republic.

With its government in Damascus.

The holy sites protected,

America and you out of our lands.

And purity,

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

It's just,

that I begin to see the suffering.

What were you going to London for?

To take charge of the Al Kahf cell.

You have a cell in London?

You cannot discover it, can you?

Yes, there is a brigade of martyrs

ready to die in your capital.

My name's John Baxter.

So, Mr. Baxter, how do
you take me to England?

Go, go, go!

"Toys for the boys",

isn't that the phrase?

What are your true
feelings about Morocco?

I have wept, every
night, for the children.

Welcome return.

Don't put out the flags.

Do you buy Yazdi?

I don't know.

Some have, hook, line and sinker.

Brilliant operation, Mr. Carter.

It's not over.

Yazdi has informed me there's
a brigade of Al Kahf martyrs

in London, ready for action.

Then that-
- Yes, Miss Shaw,

the alert stays.

Now please, let us get on with our jobs.

Feel wonderfully alive, do you?

Like death, actually.

Where's Yazdi now?

Half an hour from Highbury Fields.

The VIP safehouse?

I thought, pamper him.

I want first crack at him.

No.

I haven't figured this guy out yet.

It's my right to quiz him.

No, Fiona will do it.

He won't be expecting
a female interrogator.

What we need from him now is
information we can check out.

Morning, sir.

Would you please, sit at the table.

I want to speak to John Baxter.

He knows me.

Please... Sir.

One-nil to Fiona.

Do you have everything you need?

I think so.

Can't read the body language.

Weeping because of what he's done?

I don't know.

First, I am authorized to thank you

on behalf of her Majesty's Government

for your offer of help.

I am aware of how deeply painful

this must be for you.

The pain of apostasy.

Of denying everything
you have believed in.

You have no idea what it is like.

You were sent to this
country by Al Kahf.

- Yes.
- For what purpose?

To give my life. As a martyr.

You were to be a suicide bomber?

That is a Western phrase.

Where were you to,
um, to martyr yourself?

In London.

What's the target?

The House of Commons.

How was this to be done?

Was?

I have to warn you,
the attack will happen.

Another will take my place.

It will be done by boat.

On the river.

The explosives have been
purchased and are being stored.

Who is your Al Kahf contact in London?

Mr. Yazdi, who are you
to contact in London?

The moment of betrayal.

The contact's name is Hussein Hadrami.

He lives in Walthamstow.

His address is 23 Dunning Street.

Go! Go!

- Stay down!
- Don't move!

Come on, get him out.

- Nothing?
- 15 hours.

Questioned non-stop.

Bit of muscle too. Nothing.

You have a go at Yazdi.

Treat him as a colleague.

Ask his help.

Not a word.

I wouldn't if I were in his place.

Would you?

Is there anything you can think of

that we could say to him?

As one spy to another?

Is the phrase, "I have to earn my spurs."?

How can we make him talk?

You can't.

But I could.

That will blow your cover.

Perhaps things are too urgent.

I think it's a brilliant idea.

I'm unhappy.

Mohamed Yazdi is fully co-operating!

- Adam?
- No. Too dangerous.

I think we should do it.

Leave us.

It's against all interrogation protocol.

And this operation is dangerously fluid.

- Fluid?
- We have no hard evidence

whatsoever of an attack!

Well, that's what we are trying to get!

What's the matter with you?

As security coordinator, I insist.

Put Yazdi and Hadrami together.

Sit down.

What, what's happening?

What are they doing to us?

You and I have never met.

No. Ali Mohamed.

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

Then you will trust me.

Yes.

Then sit down.

The prince warned you I was coming?

Prince Hakim of Bahar.

Yes.

The plans for the martyrdom
at the British Parliament.

They are well advanced?

The prince has told you
where the explosives are?

No.

He insists we act separately.

So the prince controls the cell?

- Yes.
- But Al Kahf

are sworn enemies of the
Royal House of Bahar.

How can the prince be
leading them in London?

This is a nightmare.

And I suspect we're
far from being awake yet.

When were you all to
be brought together?

When you, when you arrived.

When you arrived to lead us.

Here I am.

But, but these are British Secret Police.

Oh, my brother!

We live in terrible times.

Maybe I'm not your leader any more.

No.

No, you are a traitor.

You have betrayed us.

You have betrayed the prince.

You have betrayed the Islamic Revolution

and you will burn in hell for this.

No, I will be in paradise with you.

You'll burn in hell for this!

How long is this imprisonment to continue?

We have information
that you knew very well

Al Kahf were using your Istanbul network.

That is nonsense.

More, we have information

you are actively involved with Al Kahf.

And that you were facilitating

the organization of a terrorist
attack in this country.

Terrorist attack?

On the Houses of Commons.

I am being totally
maligned and slandered!

I demand the right to leave

this insane paranoid country at once!

As of this moment, Your Royal Highness,

you are detained under
the Anti-Terrorism Act.

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

We are all just wogs to you!

Poor immigrant in a truck,

prince in the most
expensive hotel in London.

All wogs!

You have no idea of our
history, of what we are!

I demand to speak to your Foreign Office

and the Bahar Embassy here in London!

Now!

- The prince.
- Prince Hakim of Bahar.

- Yes.
- What did he tell you?

He told me, he told me to wait for you.

Here I am.

But these are
British Secret Police.

Oh, my brother!

We live in terrible times.

Maybe I am not your leader any more.

You have betrayed
the Islamic Revolution

and you will burn in hell for this.

No, I will be in paradise with you.

You'll burn in hell for this!

Harry, I've been watching the recording

of Yazdi interrogating Hadrami.

Have you indeed?

There's something in his voice.

- What do you mean?
- A false note.

The questions, they're all leading.

He's not a professional interrogator.

He's telling him what to say.

Why should he do that?

I don't think Hadrami knew anything

about an attack on London.

You think he's an innocent?

He's like any student anywhere

who flirts with extreme ideas

whether they're religious,
political, whatever.

He half means it, he half doesn't.

But he was an Al Kahf contact.

Yeah, but you know what happened.

He got sick of the college binge drinkers.

The values of Al Kahf
attract him, they seem pure.

He gets on their list as a sympathizer

and suddenly he's in a room
with Yazdi, mesmerized.

His brain burned.

Good afternoon.

I want Yazdi to interrogate the prince.

Absolutely not.

He was successful with Hadrami.

Why do you believe
Yazdi and not the prince?

We don't know who to believe.

So let's put them in a
room together and see.

No, that's
totally unprofessional!

Parliament is still sitting
and time is running out!

Look, I know in my bones

we are about to make a terrible mistake.

And if I could just sit still for a while,

then I would know what it is.

I'm overruling you, Harry.

I have the authority of the Home Secretary

to order that this
interrogation takes place.

- I protest.
- Noted.

Invite Prince Hakim into the room.

I have agreed to this,
to denounce this man.

That is why I have agreed to this.

Your Royal Highness.

Would you please sit?

No. Get him out of there!

Get him out of there!

The body of the Crown Prince of Bahar,

Sheik Abd bin Wali al Hakim

was today flown back to Bahar City,

the capital of his country,

by RAF plane from Brize Norton.

Prince Hakim died early this morning

of a heart attack in his suite

at the Regal Hotel, in London.

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

the Queen has sent her
profound condolences

at the loss of his son.

- I was thinking of-
- Neither of us

ever, ever resigns.

Let's make that a ground
rule between us, okay?

But it's a disaster.

Yes.

You're an assassin.

Yes.

Your mission was to kill the prince.

Always.

Why here, why not in Bahar?

To send you a message.

Have nothing to do with
these old corrupt kingdoms.

We are going to destroy them.

Next, we are going to
destroy the king himself.

The people will rise in a holy war.

Al Kahf will lead them
to the House of Islam.

What did you really think
about the children you killed

in that school bus?

They are in paradise.

You know, in all the
countries you terrorize,

there's no sign at all of the
people rising in a holy war.

That is because they are corrupt.

All of them?

Yes.

So, in this republic run by Al Kahf,

what would you do with
this vast corrupt majority?

Re-educate them.

If they don't learn?

Kill them.