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This is a priority, Harry.

We have no choice.

But the Americans are drowning us in paperwork,

Juliet, I mean, their paranoia knows no bounds.

To them, everyone is a potential terrorist.

You know as well as I do

that the PM values his relationship with the Americans

above all others.

So if the CIA want our...

But what they're asking for is so over the top

as to be ludicrous.

I mean, have you seen what they want?

Take a look at this list.

Their requests for assistance

would monopolize my entire staff.

That is what they're paid for, Harry.

We have more important things to do.

Tell that to the foreign office.

Adam.

She's not staying for a cup of tea then?

What are these?

Just couriered over by the CIA.

Latest updates and profiles on the people they're watching.

When can I tell them we'll give feedback?

Right, I think my phone's ringing.

The US military buildup

on the borders of Iran continued today,

this time with the arrival of the USS Enterprise,

which was used extensively during the Iraq war.

Despite the buildup, the president issued assurances today

that the US wants to avoid war at all costs.

They're going to run out of countries to invade.

I don't think the Americans or their president

have the appetite for another war.

Well, when did that ever stop it from happening?

There's another extradition.

Private Chopper, Isle of Dogs.

Oh, for God's sake.

Yeah, that's our guy, get him outta here.

Adam Carter, how can we help you?

A word of advice,

when you're out kidnapping a foreign citizen

from his home country,

make sure none of his neighbors see your goons

piling him into a van, kind of gives it away.

I'll remember that, next time.

There won't be a next time.

Not in this country.

You see, we have this pesky 1963 Act

which gives us the right to check all documents

relating to immigration and departure issues.

There won't be a problem then

since we don't have any documentation.

They can't keep getting away with this, Harry.

This is the third time in a month.

If you wanna extradite this man,

you go through the due process.

We'd love to.

Damn it, Adam, don't you see the news?

The world's on the brink of war.

If we let people like him spout off or worse,

all hell could break loose in Iran.

You're not taking him, Alex.

As long as you're standing on this soil,

you're under the UK Law.

No, I'm under US law

and that allows us to pick up anyone

who we believe to be a threat to our national security,

anywhere in the world.

Let's have coffee sometime.

Now listen to me, Alex, and listen carefully.

Harry?

I don't care if the man you holding

killed Abraham Lincoln himself,

you are not kidnapping any more British citizens,

not on my watch.

You're gonna hand him over to us, or so help me God

I'm ordering Adam to use whatever force necessary

to bring you and your cohorts

back here to sample the minimalist charms

of our basement holding cells.

Have you even seen the files on this guy?

You are missing the point.

Whatever you are accusing him of,

he is a British citizen, he still has rights.

Don't mess with us, Harry, not on this one.

Try me.

You getting this Adam? - Every word.

We're putting an end to this ridiculous roundup

here and now.

Louis Khurvin,

there's nothing in his report we haven't already seen.

It's your call, Harry, are we gonna detain him or not?

Well, he's no more dangerous

than any of the other hundreds

of disgruntled radicals out there.

I mean, I know these are difficult times,

but what are we supposed to do, lock them all up?

Just fuels their anger.

Let him go, keep him under surveillance.

If he steps outta line, pull him in like the others.

Subject's arrived

home at 5:47 PM.

Switching to internal surveillance.

- That's the log for the day. - Anything interesting?

I'll give it a U rating.

Well, I'm back to Thames House.

Give me a call if it gets more exciting.

Police reports are still coming in

about yesterday's murder of two government officers.

A leaked memo suggests that a British-Iranian man

suspected of terrorist activities could be involved.

There was nothing in Louis Khurvin's file

to suggest that he was a clear and present danger

to either this country or the US.

One of those officers had three-year-old twins.

I have read the personnel files.

You must see how this looks, Harry.

The CIA quite rightly feel vindicated.

You cannot override the White House

and expect no repercussions.

Just when did this country formally become a US colony?

Oh, for God's sake.

Louis Khurvin cold-bloodedly murdered

two of my officers in daylight, broad daylight.

I think he did that because whatever he's planning

is bigger, much bigger than a double murder.

My priority now is to track him down

and prevent him from perpetrating that act.

What?

Juliet?

You let the guy go for God's sake.

- It was a judgment call. - It was the wrong one.

So what?

If there was something I could do, I would.

You are out, Harry,

I'm sorry.

Look, I'm prepared to stick my neck out for my friends,

but not when the odds are stacked

so heavily against them that it's pointless.

I'll try to remember that.

Yes, you do that

'cause I'm not gonna be here babysitting you lot forever.

So the sooner they figure out who's gonna run this place,

the better, and that could well be you.

Don't you think you should at least wait for the outcome

of the disciplinary hearing

before you start redecorating his office?

Adam, the outcome is a foregone conclusion.

The PM and the Americans...

Gimme a break, Juliet, it's such an utter bollocks.

If every politician who's screwed up got the sack,

there wouldn't be any left.

Harry is finished.

So, if you play your cards right...

You've been sitting behind a desk for way too long.

Louis Khurvin is a highly dangerous terrorist

and I want him found, anything else can wait.

What about the CIA's assistance requests?

They're still coming in by the dozen.

I've always heard you're particularly good

at multitasking, Ruth.

That's what Harry would've said,

but somehow it sounds better coming from him.

You'll get used to it.

Look, I know this is very unfortunate.

You are all fiercely loyal to Harry and I respect that,

but we have a job to do

and I'm sure that finding Louis Khurvin

is what Harry would want most.

More important, it's what I want.

Do I make myself clear?

Now do remember that Harry is still under investigation,

which means that he's strictly off limits

in case any of you were thinking otherwise.

Is it just me or does anyone else feel

like strapping her to a car battery?

- She had a point though. - Excuse me.

Well, Harry made the wrong call

and because of that,

two men I was talking to just minutes earlier are dead.

Yeah, well maybe if the Americans didn't think it was okay

to go around grabbing people off our streets

indiscriminately, it wouldn't have come to this.

Well, obviously not so indiscriminate

considering what Khurvin's just done.

Well, it doesn't matter anyway.

Harry wouldn't have stayed on,

not after something like this.

I'm sure he was thinking of resigning,

they just beat him to it.

No, he would've known better.

Okay, that's enough.

We have to find Khurvin.

- And meanwhile... - And meanwhile, nothing.

Look, if Khurvin launches an attack,

it could light the blue touch paper

that sends us into an all-out conflict with Iran.

We find Khurvin.

I'm ready.

Louis Khurvin, 27, born in Tehran.

Father Iranian, mother Irish, hence Louis.

Family moved here when he was six.

He's also not a fan of the Americans.

Our cells would be pretty full

if we detained everyone sharing that sentiment.

He was, however, a fan of Mushta Islam,

which in Farsi means...

Fist of Islam.

If Khurvin had those kind of connections, then...

Mushta Islam specialize in smashing cars

filled with high explosives into government buildings

and police stations.

Okay, I wanna make sure we've got security increased

at all high profile targets, especially around Westminster,

Scotland Yard, and the embassies.

It gets worse, you better take a look at this.

This has just been sent over from our friends at the CIA.

According to the Americans,

this is Khurvin at a Mushta Islam training camp, last July.

Well, why wasn't this in the file

they originally sent over?

We did know there was a two month gap in the file.

How convenient these should just pop up now?

I'm sorry, this has got fake backstory all over it.

They wanted him, we let him go.

This is just their way of getting carte blanche

the next time.

Pretty clever though if they can fake

two men with their brains all over the walls.

We always have to come back to that question, Ruth.

He killed two MI5 officers

just so that he could slip back under the wire.

What's he gonna do next?

Okay, I want every single connection chased down,

starting with the neighbors who called us about his arrest.

I want that photo pulled to pieces

to check its authenticity.

I'm off to inform Juliet

that we have a substantial lead on Khurvin's whereabouts.

Find me one.

Can Ollie do it?

Two more questions between you and 50,000 pounds.

Ollie, geography.

What is the current name of the country

formerly known as Portuguese West Africa.

Angola.

- Tanzania. - No, Angola.

Last chance, entertainment.

Who played the role of Sheriff Wyatt Earp

in the 1946 John Ford movie,

"My darling Clementine?"

- Henry Fonda. - Kevin Costner?

Costner wasn't even born then.

- No, Ollie... - Bonehead.

US Military buildup

on the borders of Iran continue today,

this time with the arrival of the USS Enterprise,

which was used extensively during the Iraq war.

Despite the buildup, the president assured us

that the US wants to avoid war at all costs

and has repeated his request for talk.

I'm sorry.

Well, please do give us a call

if you remember anything relevant?

Yeah.

Talk about a sense of belonging,

you'd think Khurvin lived in a bubble.

It's the same story all along the street.

Nobody wants to admit seeing anything.

If someone was concerned enough to dial 999

and tell us Khurvin was being kidnapped,

why wouldn't they talk to us now?

Come on, let's go.

So you have no target, you have no weapon,

and you say from looking at Khurvin's file,

you have no idea of what he's planning.

Do you call that headway?

We've hit a brick wall.

Suddenly, nobody wants to know the guy.

What about the neighbor?

We've traced the 999 call

to a pay-as-you-go mobile, paid in cash.

I've spoken to everyone in Khurvin's street,

but no one wants to own up to having made that call.

I spoke to our man at special branch 10 minutes ago.

They're not making any headway either.

Plus I've got the Secret Service

swamping us with more requests.

Tell them to take a number and wait.

We've completed the preliminary analysis

of the training camp photo.

You want the bad news first?

We cross-matched the topography

of the mountain range in the background.

It's near Farah, close to the Afghan-Iran border,

a Mushta Islam stronghold.

Do we know when the photo was taken?

Yeah, well, using the date on this newspaper

and the position of the sun,

we have a time and a rough date of when the shot was taken.

Which was?

July the 28th of last year,

give or take a week because we can't be sure

that this newspaper was of that same day.

Well, that fits with the months that Khurvin was missing.

If he was at the Farah camp, then he was...

Extremely highly trained and he was released.

Good news?

Actually, it's just worse news.

The photo's genuine.

Now we looked at matching the resolutions

of the shadows and the area around the ears and the neck,

those are the usual weaknesses

when people are Photoshopping,

but there was nothing out of place.

So Khurvin was definitely there.

Well, either he was there

or this is an incredibly well made fake.

Why don't we run his file through link analysis?

It's a radical new way of accessing organizing data

known as the waterfall.

Look, Kevin, I know exactly what it is.

The problem is that throws up too many links.

We just haven't got time.

In the absence of the 40 odd thousand analysts

that they have at the NSA,

I have to say that I agree of Ruth.

I agree, of course, you are right.

Only you see we've managed to tweak their software somewhat.

- Tweak it? - Yes.

We've layered a waiting algorithm onto it

so that it doesn't just throw up a ton of links

for us to check out,

it lists them according to importance,

relevance, if you like.

And it's Colin.

Huh?

So what are you waiting for Colin?

So the Americans were right about Khurvin.

And we let him go.

A secret report leaked today in Washington

claims that Lewis Khurvin, the Iranian terrorist

thought to be responsible for the deaths

of two government officials

was originally flagged as a security risk by the CIA

up to three months ago. - Scarlet.

Downing Street has refused to comment

on the... - Come on.

Morning, Mark.

Thank you.

It is been chewing up his bank details,

credit cards, travel movements,

college classmates and tutor lists,

mobile phone records and cell positioning, NHS...

Won't the Americans have done all this?

Yes, but we have access to information

from our surveillance that they don't have.

By marrying the two, we can find new links that they won't.

Anyway, so far it hasn't found anything

hugely out of the ordinary except for this.

He used this cash point in Paternoster Square

three times in the last month.

We can pinpoint which route he took to get there

from his underground travel pass.

Interestingly, he never took the most direct route.

So he took three trips to the city

and he always took an odd route, and...

The cash point's nowhere near anywhere

he would normally need to go to.

Not his college, not his mosque, no friends or work.

It's something.

Ruth, let's get down there.

Keep running it.

Why was Khurvin using this particular cash point?

Why was he here?

What do you see?

Well, they're all here 'cause it's where they work.

There are no outsiders.

So Khurvin was here to meet someone

and whoever it was will work close by.

Colin, look for a link between Khurvin

and all the officers within a hundred meters of this spot.

Calls, fax, email, anything.

Adam, there are a lot of offices around.

What if we can't find anything?

If we don't find anything,

we'll expand the radius to 200 meters and keep going.

He had to be here for a reason.

Who's that?

Thank you very much.

- What was that all about? - Harry.

Interesting choice for a doghouse, Harry.

I thought you'd appreciate the irony.

Next trial's in five minutes.

Trial, what's that?

It's how they work out their grading,

how fast they go,

whether they run better on the rail, off it.

It's also a good opportunity to inspect the form.

Right.

You okay?

Eating well?

Ruth's just worried about you, you know,

she's worried that you're living off crisps and canned tuna.

Sweet.

No, the food she sent was more than enough.

She'll be pleased.

So any luck tracking down our elusive Mr. Khurvin?

I can't talk about that, Harry, you know how it is.

Thanks for coming.

You'll get a bollocking when you get back.

The wonder is they can afford the manpower

to keep me under so much surveillance.

I mean, what do they think I'm gonna do?

I guess it's standard procedure

for someone in your position.

You're living under a cloud right now.

Don't come down here checking up on me, have you, Adam?

- Harry. - Sorry.

How's Wes?

You should bring him down here, you know?

Father-son bonding, all that.

He'd like that.

It's hard for him without his mum.

How are you doing?

It feels like something's broken that can never be fixed.

I'm selling the house.

Wes and I need a clean start.

Come on, let's walk.

You need to get me a copy of Khurvin's file,

everything we've got.

Right.

I'm missing something.

I dunno what it is, but I know that we are, we've got to be.

Well, I'm gonna miss working with you.

The feeling's mutual.

The strongest connection

the link analysis software found is this,

Cardassia Financial Services.

They buy bad debt.

When you default on your credit card,

they come after you for twice the amount.

And Khurvin owed money on his credit card?

Cards.

He had three of them with over 11 grand outstanding

and paid Cardassia several visits.

That doesn't seem right.

Mushta Islam are not short of wealthy sponsors.

Why would they leave one of their leading lights

with a load of bad debt?

Well, surely the point of a debt recovery agency

is that they come after you.

Which is all very promising because we like unusual.

There's something else that doesn't seem quite right.

They've got state of the art firewalls.

Well, which you'd hope for

from a company that has financial and personal details

of maybe thousands of people.

Yes, but you wouldn't really expect them

to also have E-beam.

Oh, well, you've lost me there.

A computer that isn't linked to the outside world

via a phone line presents certain problems

for us to hack into.

We tried using transient electromagnetic pulse emanation

surveillance technology, TEMPEST,

a technique which recognizes the pattern of characters

on the screen by the tiny amounts of radiation

they let off.

But Tempest couldn't read Cardassia's computers?

No, because they have E-beam,

which disguises the screen with a cloud of radiation.

Somewhat over the top for a debt recovery company.

So, who is Khurvin's bailiff at Cardassia?

This man,

Mr. Nick Pollard.

He's American, been in the country for nine months,

came here to set up Cardassia.

We're running background checks on him,

and GCHQ are monitoring his calls, but he seems clean.

Seems clean?

A terrorist, with credit card debts

and a debt collection company with technology

out of all proportion to their daily activities.

We focus all our attention on this Mr. Pollard.

Jo, you and I are gonna break into his office

and find out whatever he is hiding

behind his little cloud in Cardassia.

Ruth, I need you to copy the whole Khurvin file

onto a memory card for me discreetly, very discreetly.

- Why? - For Harry.

- How is he? - Later.

You're contract cleaners

working for a maintenance company.

Here are your IDs.

Electronic swipe card.

We programmed it to allow you up to the sixth floor

where Pollard's offices are.

Bear in mind, every doorway in this building

is equipped with a scanner so that security can see

where everyone is at any given moment.

If you go anywhere a cleaner isn't supposed to be,

you'll trip an alarm.

So memorize your route and stick to it.

Adam, how are you doing?

We're ready to go.

Zaf?

Alpha team set.

Alpha three and four in position and have vision.

We are go, repeat, we are go.

Eyes on, Pollard is on the move.

Adam, he's on the move.

Handing over visual to Alpha two.

Target heading for west exit.

Alpha two, in position.

Affirmative, scorpion.

Let's not crowd him, give him space, guys.

Got him.

The security system's logged you into the building.

Go to the end of this corridor and turn left.

Breaking off now.

Eyeball.

He's on course for the river.

Alpha three, moving to primary position.

He's crossing the road.

What's he doing?

Alpha five on alpha three, no visual on subject.

That guy's had counter-surveillance training.

You can tell by the way he ties his shoelace?

Show me that again, Malcolm.

Zoom in.

His shoelaces weren't undone.

Zaf, don't let your people get too close.

Pollard is on the lookout for a tail.

Adam, be careful in Pollard's office,

I think he's a professional.

Ah, one second, he seems to have changed the code.

You do surprise me.

- Try that. - Thank you, Malcolm.

I think we'll take it from here.

When the future lets you down...

Bravo one,

ready for handover on grid reference two, four, A.

Roger Bravo one.

37829.

Let's hope he hasn't changed it.

Wait, don't touch anything.

Look,

see?

Everything on the desk

is carefully arranged around them,

but to the naked eye, it just seems haphazard.

They sometimes use bits of cotton

and piles of clothing or papers.

Either way, if we move anything, he's gonna know about it.

How do you know which files to download?

I don't.

Subject is on the bridge.

Alpha team, proceed with caution.

Everyone be careful.

This bridge might be the best choke point in London.

Subject turned 180, alpha two compromised.

He's turned back.

Repeat, he's turned back.

My whole team is now redundant.

Adam, Pollard is on his way back.

Shit, how long?

Yeah, it took him 2:30 to get where he was,

so, say two minutes.

Bravo one to bravo two, stand down.

Repeat, stand down.

Adam, he's speeding up,

I think he must be onto us.

Get your stuff and go, go on.

If Pollard puts a thing outta place,

we're screwed.

Come on, come on.

Okay, pull out now.

We can't risk Pollard catching you.

No Juliet, we've got no leads to Khurvin

other than what's on this hard drive.

But if he catches you in there,

we'll have nothing.

He's crossing the square, 30 seconds.

He's coming through the front entrance, 20 seconds.

Got him, crossing the lobby, Adam.

Adam, pull out now, that's an order.

I'm gonna get as much as I can.

It's our only hope.

He's getting into the lift, 11 seconds.

First floor, second floor, third floor.

Adam, come on.

Sixth floor, he's on your level.

Nice night out.

Thought you were some weirdo.

I may not be your boss anymore, Ruth,

there's no need to be insulting.

How did you know I'd be here?

A couple of months ago,

I passed you standing at the bus stop in the pouring rain.

I was being driven home, and to my eternal shame

and now regret, I didn't stop.

It's fine.

I like the bus.

I have something for you.

Thanks.

Keep an eye on Adam for me, he still...

Thank you.

Adam.

Something terrible has happened.

What?

The plan of the office for the break-in,

I've just been going through everything,

I can't find it anywhere.

I think I left it on Pollard's desk.

Well, that's it,

we're dead, it's over. - Oh God.

You bastard.

Yeah, maybe, sometimes.

How are you getting on with Pollard's computer?

Not so good, I'm afraid.

There's one folder we can't crack yet.

The encryption is highly sophisticated,

unusual for a civilian.

I have put GCHQ on it.

The rest of his files are just personal information

needed for credit cards.

This debt collection agency

is a great way to recruit potential candidates.

What, you think Pollard's CIA?

Well, it would explain all this high-tech wizardry.

You said yourself,

the guy was using counter-surveillance techniques.

Well, why would the CIA recruit Khurvin

and then ship him off to Guantanamo?

Why don't you ask the CIA?

I ran him through our systems.

He's not one of ours.

You sure about that?

Juliet, we've never heard of this Pollard.

You want my advice?

Concentrate on Khurvin.

Why are you wasting your time on some American businessman

instead of getting your guys to work with us

on the stuff that really matters?

Because his name came up.

Sounds like one of Harry Pearce's wild ideas.

It's not.

You wouldn't be trying to help him out

by finding a connection where there isn't one, would you?

You know me better than that, Alex.

I also know that Harry

isn't just another water cooler buddy to you.

- That's history. - You sure about that?

Run another check on Pollard.

He's American, for God's sake,

you must be able to find some dirt on him.

Morning, Mark.

Adam, you need to see this.

I was going over Khurvin's link analysis files.

He was prescribed painkillers last year,

so I followed that trail.

It turns out he had an infected tooth

that required several treatments over a three-week period.

It was in July of last year,

same month we have him posing for holiday snaps

in that training camp.

The photos are fake, probably the best we've ever seen.

We've been bloody played.

Has anyone seen Harry?

- Why? - He's disappeared.

Michael Gorman, you're a difficult man to track down.

Not difficult enough it seems.

The agency think you're in South America.

Well, it's a big enough place.

It ought to keep 'em occupied for a while.

- I want to pick your brains. - About Pollard?

He smells like agency.

Sure, but which agency?

Central Intelligence, National Security?

Things aren't black and white for men like this.

- Men like you. - I'm retired.

Your head of station brought you up on charges

for an illegal black op and you blew up his car.

Exactly what kind of pension plan do they give you for that?

It was only supposed to scare him.

I notice we're not talking in your cozy Thames House Office

over a glass of brandy.

It's very difficult to get a security pass

for someone who no longer exists.

Sure, that and you don't have an office anymore.

Word is out.

That weight you like to throw around,

seems like you've slimmed down, my friend.

Men like Pollard, Nixon used to call them the horribles,

Howard Hunt and Gordon Liddy.

- The Watergate burglars. - On a good day.

Freelancers, deniables.

You want something dirty done,

you don't want to get bit in the ass

somewhere down the line. - Government work?

Believe me, I'd love to point the finger at the agency.

This hasn't got their dirty paw prints on it.

May have trained 'em, they don't own 'em anymore.

Who does?

Want the who?

Look at the why.

Look at Iraq.

A lot of powerful people making a lot of money,

but Iraq wasn't too popular and nobody wants Iran next.

Not me, not you.

You need a catalyst.

What's gonna take for the British public

to get behind a war in Iran?

Fear and a lot of dead bodies in Britain.

You got a man like Pollard,

put him in London, have him look for disaffected Iranians.

Not terrorists maybe, not yet,

but men and women of extremist sympathies.

Maybe left to their own devices,

they're gonna make some speeches, write some articles,

go on to march, but lean in hard enough...

You turn them into soldiers.

Pollard already has his fall guy, his Lee Harvey Oswald.

Smart money says he's arming him up as we speak,

telling him what his target is,

when to pull the trigger.

The legend is prepared, patsy is ready.

Whatever Pollard and his masters have planned,

when it comes down, you get Pollard's boy handed to you

gift wrapped in an Iranian flag, a new face of terrorism.

And they shall have their war.

Did Roscoe know what was happening?

Is that why they tried to take Khurvin out of the picture?

Roscoe's a foot soldier.

He's told only what he needs to know.

You think Pollard set it up?

I don't think we'll ever know

how much influence Pollard and his superiors have.

Did Jo manage to trace the neighbor who made the phone call?

No.

Pollard? - Tipped us off,

stopped the extradition.

Whether it was an unlucky coincidence

or a daring ploy to get our attention,

he couldn't risk having Khurvin taken off the playing field.

If Pollard is setting Khurvin up

as the ultimate Iranian terrorist,

what better way of getting our attention

than two dead MI5 officers?

Colin's still trying to decrypt the files

on Pollard's hard drive.

Until then, we've got no way of knowing what he's up to.

Whatever he's planning,

it's gotta be something big enough

to drive this country into war.

Big enough to sway public opinion

behind an invasion of Iran.

Something catastrophic.

Lockerbie, Bali, World Trade Center.

It's on our doorstep and on our watch.

Bravo team, standby,

standby to take eyeball.

Alpha one, he's gone.

Repeat, he's gone.

Confirming that, no sign of him.

What do you mean he's gone?

He can't just disappear.

Shit, Ruth, Colin, CCTV, any sign?

Not yet.

If we lose him, we'll have nothing.

Team, change of horses.

Khurvin, Khurvin heading south.

Alpha two, I'm on him.

They made contact, the attack must be imminent.

Alphas one to three, stay with Khurvin, I'll send back up.

Four and five, stay and find Pollard.

What's the news on Khurvin?

He's hiding out in a cottage one hour outside London.

No sign of movement

and Colin's still trying to crack the encrypted folder

from Pollard's computer.

- Where is Pollard? - At the office, working late.

Without a weapon or a target,

we've got nothing.

We need a smoking gun.

Zaf, stand down.

Jo and I'll take the night shift.

Khurvin's on the move.

Take these. - What are you doing?

I want you to do the looking.

Better be quick, I can't see a thing.

Wait, slow, stop.

Which way?

Left.

Okay, left hander in a hundred yards, 50, now.

Left or right?

Quickly.

Break in 20, then sharp right.

Do you want this back now?

Nope, not until we find him.

Roger.

Zaf, I thought you'd gone home.

Yeah, I got bored, no one to play with,

20 minutes behind you.

Slow, left.

Break, then sharp right.

Okay, panic over.

We've got Khurvin's tail lights.

Well done.

Adam, GCHQ have cracked Pollard's encryption.

The file contains terminal blueprints

and air-traffic control data.

Now, according to your GPS,

you're two miles west of the airport.

Adam, you're directly beneath transatlantic flight approach.

He's marked out the approach zones to the runways.

He's gonna bring down a plane.

Khurvin's on the move.

- Adam, take him in. - Let's go.

Ruth, keep the armed response teams back

until my signal.

I don't want them scaring him off.

Adam, I'm calling in the team.

We have to find the missile,

Khurvin will lead us straight to it.

There could be hundreds of people on that plane.

I cannot have them bellying into one of the terminals,

God knows what the death count would be.

We won't get a second chance to find this weapon.

It has to be this way.

The first plane's coming in.

What was that?

A radar flash from a missile.

Adam, it's a surface to air missile.

You've got 53 seconds.

Before...

Before the battery fully charges and they can fire.

40 seconds.

30.

- He is got a lock on. - 20.

Khurvin!

I wouldn't.

10 seconds.

I don't think we've met.

Roscoe, I am sending the package over.

What the hell is this?

Where's Khurvin?

He was shot dead

whilst attempting to commit a terrorist act.

Which is why we were trying to extradite him

in the first place.

Except it wouldn't have happened without this man.

An American citizen who is being charged

under the Prevention of Terrorism Act,

with conspiracy and incitement

to commit an act of terrorism.

We'll be holding onto him too.

If he's an American citizen...

You want him back?

You'll have to go through the proper channels.

In the meantime, Alex,

inform your superiors to put their own house in order

before they even think about messing about in mine again.

I think we picked a sure-fire winner there, Wes.

What about you, Adam, what have you backed?

Sweet Juliet, had to be really, didn't it?

What about you?

You know she offered me your job.

I thought she might, what did you say?

Told her, they couldn't afford me.

Don't tell me that my one's the undersized one?

Trap five, Sweet Juliet, yes, it is.

I get the feeling I'm being set up here.

You're not part of some race-fixing syndicate or something,

are you?

You in on this with him?

Gimme one of those.

Come on, Harry, which one's yours?

It's a red coat.

The one in a red coat?

That's twice the size of mine.

What's happened to it?

Go on, Juliet!

That's bad luck, that's bad luck, Adam.

Come on, Jimmy's Lass.

Go on, my son, go on.

20 pounds on the nose, a winner, lovely.

Don't spend it all at once, Harry.

Can we have another go with the dogs, Uncle Harry?

I don't see why not.

Maybe this time we'll let your father choose the dog.

Dad doesn't know anything about dogs.

He's more of a cat man.

Says it all.

It's good to have you back.

It's good to be back.

I better get up to speed, lots of files to read,

wouldn't want to miss anything.

Don't work too late.

I'll get the last bus.