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Alpha 1, do you read me?

There's been a complication.

Don't tell me, wrong sort of leaves on the track?

Not quite. Are you in position yet?

All ears to the ground, stand by.

We've just discovered your meet

has extensive Al-Qaeda connections.

Consider him a level-one asset.

Copy.

What we are seeing is totally unacceptable,

the erosion of civil liberties,

in the name of the war on terror.

And the fact that the government

has created the legal framework

in which this can happen, is shameful.

His train's arrived.

Expect hostile intelligence services to be present.

Eye contact, I've got him.

Copy. Good luck.

Which platform for Southend?

Just behave normally and do exactly what I tell you.

Walk forwards towards the Underground.

Go.

Go left.

Wait.

Go back.

Go back, move!

Don't look back.

Keep moving.

Aram!

Aram.

Keep moving.

We need to get out of here.

Shit.

It's all right.

What is it? What have you got for me?

Khordad.

Muhammed Khordad?

Talk.

Wants to talk.

This is our most recent photograph of Muhammed Khordad.

Born in Afghanistan sometime in the mid-'60s,

educated in Pakistan and Cambridge.

2003, he was identified as leader

of a Pakistani terrorist organization, the Path of Light.

Two years ago, he resurfaced

as one of the brains behind Al-Qaeda.

The US rates him as their third most wanted.

Khordad has been linked to attacks in Spain, Algiers,

and Afghanistan,

and we can assume he was the paymaster for a lot more,

including the recent London bombs.

The man's ruthless and highly professional.

Ran circles around 6, then they lost him.

Yes, he tracked three MI6 agents in Pakistan

and personally tortured them to death.

Contact, Aram Beyda, was he trusted?

Damascus station vouched for him.

The SIM card:

It's a pay-as-you-go disposable.

It's available at any corner newsagents.

There's one contact number in it, UK registered,

never been used, impossible to trace.

Okay. Let's see what Khordad has to say for himself.

Malcolm? - Give me a couple of minutes.

Tracing now.

Hello.

Hello?

Hello?

Muhammed Khordad?

Who am I speaking to?

Is this Harry Pearce?

No, but Mr. Pearce-

Get me Harry Pearce.

Harry Pearce speaking.

I want to talk.

A senior MI5 officer and Al-Qaeda's number three?

I don't think that's going to be possible.

I have certain intelligence

that might be of interest to you.

You'll receive a text, in one hour.

Not long enough.

Question is, why approach us now?

Why not yesterday or next week?

Because three of their four bombs didn't go off.

Yes, but Al-Qaeda still think

last week was a success.

That call could have been anyone.

The whole thing could be a fake.

Why?

To throw us, confuse us, make us look the wrong way.

The fact is someone thought that SIM card

was worth killing for,

and that tells us all we need to know.

What have we got on the assassin?

Shamil Ossetic, Ukrainian.

No known political affiliations,

he's available to the highest bidder.

And the last sighting, Slovenia.

So he was brought in specially.

By who?

Take your pick. Syrians, Libyans, Iranians.

My money's on the Russians.

Your money's always on the Russians, Connie.

Has Aram said anything?

He's on the operating table, not at his most chatty.

Well, let's focus on Khordad now.

You're not considering talking to those bastards?

We can't trust them.

Sometimes you have to sup with the devil, Jo,

to find out what he wants.

In the meantime, pull up everything we've got on Khordad.

Can you trawl ferry and airline manifests?

If he's in the UK,

I want to know how the hell he got here

without being flagged. - Okay.

Lucas.

Contact Elizabeta, find out if the Russians are involved.

Elizabeta's not a spy.

No, but she can be manipulated.

I imagine Dolby

had something to say about this.

- Who? - Harry.

Well, you know what a worrier he is.

For the moment, we're keeping this strictly section D.

You can't expect me to sanction a meeting

with Muhammed Khordad.

Not after the last few days.

It's an opportunity we have to take.

It's an opportunity for the PM to cut my bollocks off.

Well, you can join the choir.

He's banging on about a catastrophic failure

of intelligence.

We neutralized three out of four bombs.

And the government's grateful.

But you know the policy:

We do not negotiate with terrorists, ever.

With all due respect, Home Secretary,

we're not in the House now.

You know as well as I do,

we started talking to the IRA in 1972.

Don't quote history at me, Harry.

This is different and you know it.

If the Americans got whiff of this-

- They won't. - Or the press, God forbid,

it won't just be me out of a job,

the whole government could fall.

And I think you can guess who we'd take with us.

We cannot afford not to explore every avenue.

Oh, please.

Do you know what's going on out there?

Kids who played football together

are now fighting in the streets.

If this goes on, we could see the Balkanization of Britain.

And they say the government spins.

You want it without spin?

We cannot win the war against terrorism, ever.

We can contain it, we can prevent its worse consequences,

but we can never defeat it.

So when we get an offer to talk,

however tentative, however precarious, we take it,

we have to.

Total deniability, do you understand?

Total.

We haven't arranged to meet, Lucas.

This situation is becoming too dangerous.

I think I should leave.

Go somewhere safer.

You'd really leave?

Just for a while.

What happened to your hand?

Stroppy commuter.

A meet went wrong.

I was supposed to bring in a contact from Damascus,

we were hoping for significant intel.

Someone else had other plans.

Is he okay?

He never regained consciousness.

Could have been you.

No.

I need you to do something for me, Vyeta.

Find out if the FSB have anything on him.

His name is Aram Beyda.

I'm not due to meet them.

Well, you're gonna have to.

Tell them that you've seen me,

that things didn't go to plan with Beyda,

and that MI5 suspect Syrian involvement.

Do they wanna confirm or deny?

It will take a few hours.

I'll wait.

You'll be fine.

Khordad's texted.

The meet's on.

So, CO19 pick him up, right?

It's not as easy as that, unfortunately.

He's demanding an insurance policy.

Our famous pain-in-the-arse human rights lawyer.

Khordad wants him at the meeting, or it's a no-show.

There's no way Sam Stevens would agree to help MI5.

Oh, he will if you ask him nicely.

Ow!

I'm so sorry.

It's all right. It's all right.

I'm fine.

It's okay.

Mr. Stevens, we'd like a word.

And who are you?

A friend.

So this is it, the lion's den.

Just another office, Sam.

Where breaking the law is commonplace.

Thank you for coming in.

I had a choice?

So, which particular case do you want to intimidate me over?

The Tagirahni brothers?

The illegal detention and deportation of Hamid Kamir?

The US rendition of Asis Metanda

that had your fingerprints were all over it?

Ultimately, Mr. Stevens, you and I share a common aim.

To protect and uphold a free and democratic society.

Only I do it in court and you do it riding roughshod

over any legislation that doesn't suit.

We need you to sign the Official Secrets Act.

If I sign that,

then it gets into the public domain that I have,

my reputation-

We need your help.

We've been contacted by a senior figure within Al-Qaeda,

he wants to negotiate.

Why?

To be honest, we're not sure.

But we have to take the risk, that he's genuine.

And you need me because?

You are his insurance policy.

The human rights lawyer with the best track record

against MI5, who better to protect his interests?

I protect civil liberties, Sir Harry,

not the interests of terrorists.

I suspect he may not appreciate the legal nicety.

So what do I get for my cooperation?

That warm feeling of helping your country.

Be a new experience for you.

And who exactly are you?

Recently, two police officers

were blown apart by a terrorist bomb.

You and I both know they won't be the last.

This offer to negotiate could be nothing, probably is,

but it could be the first step

towards ending the war on terror.

Now, the question for you is, Sam,

do you want to be part of that,

or do you want to throw the opportunity away

because your civil liberties have been infringed?

It's your call.

You'll be carrying conventional GPS GSO tracker.

- Fine. - But we expect that

to get picked up, so you'll have these as well.

- Belt and braces. - Ah! Another belt.

Malcolm, we don't have time.

We have a meeting with Khordad in less than 20 minutes.

When you shake hands,

the ring transfers a microscopic layer of nanoparticles.

These mix with the natural oil of the skin

and become absorbed in the stratum corneum.

The pink bit.

- Malcolm! - Meaning you can track him.

The particles remain passive until they're activated

by a burst of microwave radiation from a satellite,

at which point, they reflect the signal back

for 10 milliseconds.

Long enough to get a fix,

but too short to get picked up by a scanner.

What's the accuracy?

Eight feet.

The only down side, interrogations restricted

to every 10 seconds, or there's the risk of a trace.

You can't have too many belts.

Should we be doing this?

Second thoughts?

Could just take him out, bring in CO19.

Be great PR.

Since when were we led by PR?

That'll be Khordad with the co-ordinates.

Can you read them out?

51.50295 north.

0.142264 east.

He's taking you into the center of town.

It's 0.65378 east.

Lucas.

Elizabeta's just found out

who paid Ossetic to make the hit:

A faction within Al-Qaeda.

They're trying to stop you from meeting Khordad.

Where did this come from?

Ossetic himself, with a little help from the FSB.

Be careful, Harry, they could try again.

Thank you, Lucas.

Harry?

100 meters west.

We can't let them go in there.

It's okay, they're not alone.

Keep close.

Eyes.

Check.

They've been taken, lost visual.

Ben?

Confirm.

Confirm, lost visual.

Switching to GPS tracker.

Empty your pockets, please.

Mr. Khordad's orders.

Malcolm, update?

Malcolm?

75 meters north, sharp left.

As predicted, we've lost communication.

Lost them?

Temporarily.

Once Harry activates the ring, we'll be back on.

Is this really necessary?

Yes, it is.

The watch, too.

This way, please.

We're 10 yards away, proceeding with caution.

I think we've got them.

Stand by.

What happened back there?

I thought I saw Boscard.

Just now.

Boscard's dead, Jo.

Yeah, I know.

- He's dead. - I know he's dead.

Don't worry.

- You sure? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's fine.

You watch the door.

Welcome to the front line.

Multi-frequency radio interceptor,

long-range, very effective.

No one will hear us.

None of us can afford to be too cautious.

Mr. Stevens, I'm a great admirer of your work.

It is not reciprocated.

Mr. Pearce, I assume.

And?

A colleague.

Ros Myers, I believe.

We do our research, too.

What do you want?

One step at a time, Mr. Pearce.

First, we need to establish trust.

With a terrorist, dedicated to destroying the West?

It's going to be a stretch.

One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.

Not in the British government's book.

That'd be the book without the French Resistance

or the International Brigade in the Spanish Civil War?

Didn't your grandfather

volunteer to fight fascism, Miss Myers?

I seem to remember reading he died near Valencia.

That was totally different.

Young people, prepared to die for their ideals.

Not so very different.

The anti-fascists had clear political objectives,

you just want chaos.

Are you a religious man, Mr. Stevens?

I am, and my religion does not sanction

the use of violence for its own sake,

despite what you might like to believe.

And yet you kill innocent people!

All wars have victims.

These people are prepared to sacrifice their lives

because they want to achieve specific political objectives:

Justice for Palestine.

An end to the corrupt regime in Saudi Arabia.

America out of the Middle East.

Are these such evil aims?

Yes, if you're willing to kill indiscriminately, they are.

Two dead in London a couple of days ago.

4,000 Palestinians murdered since 2000.

37,000 injured.

3,500 permanently disabled.

900 children slaughtered.

But not to mention the 85,000 Iraqi civilians

killed since the US invasion.

You're winning.

We both know I am not afraid of killing

and you're right not to trust me.

It's your job, so I propose reciprocal tokens of sincerity.

Today, at three o'clock,

a cell will carry out a military operation in London.

A terrorist attack.

Let's not fall out over semantics.

Who's behind it?

I've no idea.

If I did, what's to stop you forcing it out of me?

No disrespect, Mr. Stevens,

but I imagine even you wouldn't be adequate protection.

If I wanted you dead, Miss Myers,

your throat would already have been cut.

I need more details.

Get me what I want

and the bomb's location will be posted on this website.

And in return?

A statement from the home secretary

on Ahmid Tajin and Hamit Tahjur.

The two released from Guantanamo Bay last month.

Thanks to Mr. Stevens.

An agreed statement

confirming they were wrongfully arrested,

illegally incarcerated, and tortured.

And a guarantee that they will face

no further charges in the UK.

That is not within my power.

Deliver the statement, Mr. Pearce,

and I'll deliver peace on the streets.

And if I can't?

Blackmail.

Negotiation.

You have three hours.

They're alive.

The ring's been activated.

Now we can keep tabs on Khordad.

Visual confirmed.

Okay.

We've got intel from Khordad of a bomb attack in London

at 3:00 p.m. today.

Do you want us to move in?

Not yet, I need you to maintain a visual.

Ascertain who he's meeting and how contact's made.

Connie, chatter trawl from GCHQ.

All communication from known targets

over the last three weeks. - Yup.

- Lucas. - Yep.

Find out what's happening at three o'clock.

State visit, sporting events, conferences.

Anything that can be a target.

And get the PM's office,

we need diaries of the cabinet and shadow cabinet.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Thanks for your co-operation.

That's it?

We'll put the medal in the post.

It won't float, Harry.

I'm prepared to issue a statement to the effect that,

in MI5's view, these men no longer pose a threat.

Well, that's very big of you,

but I'm the one who'll have to stand up in Parliament

and read this out, without being lynched.

And the Americans will go ballistic.

I mean, it's tantamount to saying they lied.

We can't say it, Harry.

I thought disengagement was number 10 policy now.

Drawing a line in the sand

between Her Majesty's government and the White House.

A line, not a bloody great chasm.

If Khordad is genuine,

and there's an outside chance he could be,

this is a unique opportunity.

You could go down in history, Home Secretary.

If it ever got out that we caved in to blackmail-

This is a secret service.

That's what Burgess said.

On the other hand, if it got out

that we could have prevented a terrorist attack,

yet did nothing,

then history might not look so kindly on any of us.

We don't have much time.

Do you think he'll deliver?

I think he will, he has to.

Pearce.

Harry, Qualtrough.

We need to meet.

That might be difficult.

It's important.

I think I found the leak.

There's someone else who knows about Sugar Horse.

Okay.

Ros, you take the car, I'll meet you back there.

I need a breath of fresh air.

Khordad's on the move, heading west.

Cromwell Road, approaching junction with Exhibition Road.

Target's entered the V&A.

What's he doing there?

Could be a meet or just the best place to disappear.

Holiday crowds. Multiple exits.

Smart choice.

He's heading north.

You'll get visual any second.

Nothing yet.

What do you mean?

Where are you?

The sculpture room.

You should have him by now!

He's not here.

Cover all exits.

No eyeball.

Jo?

Follow procedure.

Checking northeast wing.

Do you have visual?

For you.

Please keep up.

I'm relying on MI5 to keep me alive.

Muhammed.

An amazing building.

Fitting epitaph to Prince Albert, don't you think?

What's your view on the new education center?

What's your view on killing innocent people?

And blowing up husbands, fathers?

You know, 90% of the antiquities in Baghdad

were destroyed during the invasion.

Meanwhile, the Iraqi artifacts under this roof

are handled so gently.

You bomb with one hand and serve with the other.

Why's that, do you think?

You disgust me.

Of course.

Word of advice.

Let it get personal, and it'll devour your soul.

This is not a good time, Bernard.

We've been sniffing at the wrong dog.

I've been checking Richard Dolby's old files,

and there's no way that he could have leaked Sugar Horse.

Would have meant compromising missions

which went on to be successful.

Double bluff?

No. Document's clear and so's Dolby.

Doesn't make any sense.

Everyone else is either dead or accounted for.

Not quite.

There is someone

who was working with Hugo Prince at the time:

Connie.

There was a rumor that they were close.

Nobody took it seriously, just the usual gossip.

Connie and Hugo?

He cut quite a dash in those days.

We all did.

I really don't believe it was Connie,

but we have to check.

Firstly, towards our own.

Don't worry, I'll make the necessary inquiries.

Hm?

We need to meet.

Harry, no news from the Home Secretary

and Khordad's website's still blank.

Connie, anything interesting from GCHQ?

The internet tirades, but they're getting smarter.

They know we monitor every website,

so they keep the noise down.

Lucas, what have you got?

Right, the PM's going to Chequers at 2:00,

the cabinet will be in the constituencies

and the shadow cabinet are de-camping to Brighton

for a mini-conference,

and the leader of the Lib Dems

is opening a shoe factory in Leyton.

The East End's safe, then.

There's a Romanian trade mission at the DTI at 3:00,

second-leg FA semi-final at Tottenham,

and the Vienna Phil are doing a matinee at the Barbican.

Apart from that, it's a normal London afternoon.

Doesn't have to be a high-profile target,

any bus, any Tube will do.

We're fighting blind.

He's on!

Following a thorough investigation

by the security services, I am therefore now satisfied

that there is insufficient evidence that either Ahmid Tajin

or Taghur Hanini pose a threat to the United Kingdom.

Consequently, I have instructed the CPS

to drop further legal action with immediate effect.

However, I reserve the right

to pursue further investigations

in the light of any new evidence that may be forthcoming.

Order!

Is that enough?

He's gone as far as he could.

Malcolm, anything on the website?

Nothing.

Pearce.

You've let me down, Mr. Pearce.

It's Khordad.

I thought we had a deal.

They're not facing any further charges,

that's what you asked for.

No mention of their innocence, or their abduction,

or their illegal imprisonment by the CIA.

He's gone further than any politician ever has.

It's not what we agreed.

I was hoping it would be close enough.

I've kept my side of the bargain, Khordad.

Identify the target.

Sorry. Too late.

95 minutes.

Pick him up.

Ben, status?

We have visual.

Connie, can you mobilize CO19?

I need them there ASAP to pick up.

Three exits to cover.

If we choose the wrong one, Khordad will have disappeared

before CO19 get to the right one.

I've got eyeball.

Ros, we can take him, Ben and I.

No, Jo, hang back.

We can't take any chances on this one.

Understood.

CO19 are two minutes away, they want to know which exit.

Target heading

for Exhibition Road exit.

Okay, CO19 will pick up

as soon as Khordad hits the street.

Your orders are to maintain visual but to make no approach.

Confirmed.

Target due to arrive at street level

in approximately five seconds.

No, sir.

What's this? What's going on?

In the car.

Target has been successfully picked up.

Returning to base.

CO19 hasn't arrived yet, they're 90 seconds away.

Ben, are you sure the target was picked up?

Confirmed.

Malcolm, where is he?

The signal's gone.

Well, how can that be?

Well, either he's somewhere microwaves can't reach,

or else they've chopped his hand off!

We've got 90 minutes to detonation

and the only person who can help us has just vanished.

Someone snatched him.

Who knew he was there?

Al-Qaeda. FSB.

Can you get on to Elizabeta, squeeze hard?

Malcolm, I want every inch of museum footage,

likewise street coverage.

I wanna know who was following him, starting where.

Do you really think it could be FSB?

Well, we have to hope so,

at least we've got some leverage with them.

Vyeta!

What are you playing at, Lucas?

You lied to me.

Sorry?

- You said Beyda died. - He did.

Not according to the man

who cut you at the station.

Ossetic?

He came to the FSB,

gave them everything in exchange for safe passage.

He says Beyda couldn't possibly be dead.

Well, he's wrong.

They have someone at the hospital, Lucas.

They know he survived.

It was better that you didn't know.

Because you don't trust me.

Don't play me, Lucas, not again.

Trying to protect you.

Thank you.

Now they know you lied and they think I did too.

What else did Ossetic tell them?

He told the FSB there's going to be a bomb,

here in London.

And?

They're ahead of us, Lucas, they have been the whole time.

An FSB officer contacted the bombers,

persuaded them to bring the time forward by 10 minutes.

And they just told you this.

Why?

It's a test, to see if they can still trust you.

If only you know the real time,

you have to decide do you tell MI5 or not.

If the bomb goes off, you're one of theirs.

If it doesn't, you're one of Harry's.

You know what they'll do if they think that.

They'll kill you, they'll kill us both.

What will you do, Lucas?

Ros.

Khordad.

It's faint but still operative.

Are you sure?

There's only one way to find out,

that's to ramp up the radiation burst.

The only drawback is it will destroy the particles.

We've got one shot.

Do it.

Oh, my God.

They've got him.

- Werner. - Laurie.

Harry Pearce.

What can I do for you?

You know the station MI5's not supposed to know about?

Well, we're outside. We'd like our asset back.

Tell the reception committee we're expected.

Harry, we've been meaning to tell you about this place.

Where is he?

Excuse me?

Don't act dumb, Laurie, it really doesn't suit you.

You've just snatched Muhammed Khordad

off a London street in public.

He is now in, what I believe you call

your hospitality suite.

We'd like him back immediately.

Harry, I have no idea what you are talking about.

The thing is, Laurie, there's gonna be a bomb,

right here in London, in the next half an hour,

and the only person who can stop it

is in your DIY dungeon downstairs.

So we'd kind of like to have a chat with him,

if that's okay with you?

If we had him, and I am not saying that we do,

we would, of course,

share any intelligence which we would get.

Do you know what will happen if another bomb goes off,

apart from innocent people dying, of course?

London will go into free fall, City and all.

Jeopardizing this operation is not acceptable.

I'll tell you what's not acceptable, Harry:

Knowing that there's a key terrorist in town

and not telling your closest ally.

Do you have any idea

how many US deaths Khordad's been responsible for?

If it's deaths you're concerned about, hand him over!

We'll get what you need from him, trust me.

Amazing device, even gets video.

The vehicle that abducted Khordad.

One of yours, I believe?

That proves nothing.

Networks will love it.

British security services confirm

the vehicle was registered to the US embassy,

CIA involvement is suspected.

We'd deny everything.

And who will they believe?

Us or the squeaky clean CIA?

You're bluffing.

Get me the number for Reuters.

Okay, okay, okay.

You can sit in on the interrogation.

What, while you stick his head in a bucket of water?

I don't think so, no.

You really want to be tomorrow's headline, Laurie?

Okay, just you.

I might have guessed.

If you don't mind.

I trusted you.

You still should.

I can get you out of here.

Good cop, bad cop.

I had nothing to do with this, I give you my word.

And that's worth a great deal.

Listen to me, I leave here with nothing,

you will never see anything except the inside of a cell

for the rest of your life.

And I assure you, it will make this

look like a luxury hotel suite.

We all make sacrifices.

You wanted to negotiate, we still can.

What do you want?

Respect.

We're leaving, uncuff him.

This man is illegally detained.

Uncuff him!

You are making a big mistake, Harry.

For both our sakes, I hope not.

- 38 minutes. - 28 minutes.

Time's just been brought forward, a reliable source.

Malcolm, any news on the bomb's location?

Nothing!

Emergency services on full alert?

- Done. - Bomb squad?

Three teams on standby.

If it's Central London

they can be on scene in under 10 minutes.

Let's hope they don't fancy the suburbs.

We're running out of time, Khordad.

I need to know the bomb's location.

Pull over.

The way I look at it,

you're either serious about working with us or you're not.

You want respect, you're free to go.

Think I'm crazy?

That, or a genius.

Lucas!

We're on! Khordad sent the details.

Target's a restaurant called Quartermaines.

Victoria Street, SW1.

Device under counter.

That's a division bell place, it'll be packed with MPs.

Malcolm, get Harry on the phone.

Do we have a problem?

If we stop the bomb, Lucas's cover is blown,

the Russians will kill him.

If we don't, then dozens of people will die.

Well, that's no choice at all

We cannot let the Russians have the advantage.

Of course, there's a third way.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the police.

Please don't panic, we have a gas leak in the kitchen,

we need you to evacuate the building as soon as possible.

Good news is there is no charge

for what you've had so far.

Sir, if your table could leave

via the main entrance that would be fantastic.

Quick as you can. Thank you.

Everybody else, if you follow my colleague, please.

As quick as you can, please.

Thank you, madam.

Follow my colleague, please.

Straight down the back.

Quick as you can, ladies and gentlemen.

Evac complete.

So then, what are you best at?

Real thing or faking it?

What do you think?

You beauty.

Ros.

Found it.

It's not an IED, it's commercial.

Have you dealt with anything like this before?

No, I know a man who has.

Malcolm, take a look at that.

It looks like an IMZ 43.

Plastic landmine.

Italian design, later licensed to the Chinese.

Fascinating.

Any idea how to stop it going pop?

Is there anything on top of it?

A weight of any sort?

- No. - Are there any wires

coming out?

Two wires, leading to something square.

Right, they've replaced the pressure switch

with a detonator of some sort.

It may be on a timer, may be remote.

Whatever you do, do not pull those wires.

And there was I just about to yank them out.

Malcolm, we've got two minutes.

Can we make it?

Is there a microwave?

What?

Does the restaurant have a microwave?

Yes.

Okay, Lucas, you need to lift up the mine

and the detonator as gently as you can.

- Yep. Got it. - Ros, open the microwave.

Lucas, slide the mine and the detonator in.

Are we gonna cook it?

A burst of microwaves should zap the control mechanism.

"Should"?

Well, I have to admit, I've never actually seen it done.

Right, how long does your average Italian landmine

take on full power?

20 seconds should do it.

Shall we get on with it, then?

In the last hour,

there's been an explosion at a London restaurant.

The incident occurred in Quartermaines Westminster,

a favorite meeting place for MPs.

It's understood the restaurant was full at the time

but how many people were injured remains unclear.

One eyewitness saw three ambulances in attendance

and paramedics remain at the scene.

Initial reports are that the explosion

was caused by a faulty gas main.

However, sources at the scene

have privately questioned this version of events.

London remains on high alert after the recent bomb attack

in which two police officers died.

Our reporter, Angus Morley, has more.

Pearce.

You're a ruthless man, Mr. Pearce,

for letting the bomb explode.

We all have to make impossible decisions.

You and I are not so different.

We are completely different.

But unfortunately, we need each other.

You've earned my trust.

We need to meet.

Come alone.

You and I can do business, Mr. Pearce.

I think we've learnt that much.

The Tajr VI, third generation Iranian missile.

Payload 3,000 kilograms, launch system land or sea.

Meet your new enemy.

Professionally manufactured, high-spec missiles

capable of striking any target within the UK.

Who has these?

People.

And in return you want?

Nothing.

You're coming over?

I'm afraid not.

We can never be colleagues, Mr. Pearce,

but I hope, perhaps, we can be useful to one another.

I don't understand.

Let me be clear.

My mission remains the same.

Justice for Palestine, a corrupt-free Saudi Arabia,

the US out of the Middle East.

And I will do anything to achieve those aims.

Anything.

But if these are used, our cause will be put back decades.

May never recover, I can't let that happen.

So stop them.

I can't.

A man like you?

9/11 has galvanized a new generation, Mr. Pearce.

They think about tomorrow's headlines,

not the history books.

I can't stop them on my own.

I need your help.

You want me to eliminate elements

within your own organization?

That's why you've risked everything?

It's either that or all-out war.

A war we both know neither of us can win.

We both have dangerous friends.

Perhaps between us,

we can make sure they don't destroy the world.

The future.

Everything all right?

I'm fine.

It was just weird, that's all, a face in the crowd.

Yeah, well, if you ever want to talk,

I'm always here.

Thank you.

I'm fine, though, really, I promise.

Night, Ros.

Night.

Night.

What are we celebrating?

Saving the free world.

Well, don't stay up too late.

Saving the free world?

I'll drink to that.

You know, we might be able to work with Khordad.

It'll be a long bumpy road

but with a new resident in the White House, who knows?

This could be the beginning of the beginning of the end.

Hear, hear.

Do you know why people chink glasses before they drink?

Apparently, it's attached to an old fear

that an enemy might poison your drink.

So crashing tankards together

meant that a bit from either drink spilled into the other.

Hugo Prince told me that, back in the day.

You and he were quite close, weren't you?

Me and Hugo?

Hardly knew him.

I remember he was always very highly spoken of.

There's something you should see.

There's been a fatal plane crash in what American sources

are claiming to be a suicide bombing.

Airport security tapes picked up one man

suspected of being among the passengers.

Muhammed Khordad is thought

to have been traveling on the flight,

and has been under investigation

for a number of years. - Where did this happen?

The Ural Mountains, Northern Kazakhstan.

Where the Americans just happen to have an air base.

Why do we bother?

Because it would be a lot worse if we didn't.

- Would it? - You know it would.

And the Tajr missile's still out there.

Call Lucas, get Jo and Ben back on the Grid.

So, the Americans have done it again.

"God defend me from my friends,

"from my enemies I can defend myself."