All language subtitles for Spooks S06E01 x264 RB58

GENERATORS POWER DOWN

HE SPEAKS URGENTLY

HE ACTIVATES ALARM

MAN COUGHS AND WRETCHES

TRANSLATION:

COUGHING CONTINUES

Ebrahim...

a nation his predecessor
refused to rule out invading.

The Home Secretary is with me now.

The Prime Minister's talked of a
turning point in Iranian relations,

it's been greeted with positive
noises, but with all the hostile
rhetoric and the near flash points

of recent months, can there
ever be lasting peace with Iran?

'Can it ever be achieved? Yes, yes,
it can.' I'll call you in a minute.

'The Prime Minister began a direct
dialogue with Tehran,

'something which no other
western politician has dared attempt
in recent years.

'Erm, Iran and Great Britain
are entering a new era

'I assume you mean
the Iranian hardliners who want to
derail the whole process,

'but can such strong internal
opposition ever be overcome?

'Britain and Iran have worked hard
to bring us to this point.

'Between us we have people in place
who's job is to ensure

'that this opportunity for
a lasting peace will not be
brought down by violence.'

ALARM BEEPS

TV ON

Come on, we've got a meeting
to go to. We'll be late.

You're late.

Sorry.

OK.

You're conversant with
unfolding events that we may be on
the brink of peace with Iran.

A brink to some is a precipice
to others.

The closer we get, the less we can
afford to let anything go wrong.

So what's the
weather like out there?

Zaf's reports from Tehran
only mention the expected
rumblings from local dissidents.

He's going to maintain
his position there.

Ros? The signs are, most Iranians
want the same accord as we do but I
have set up a meet with an asset.

He says he has something for us.
Any idea what?

For all I know, it could be an
invitation to his daughter's wedding.

But he is a good source.
Follow that up. Adam?

I'm maintaining watch and ward
on the Iranian Special Consul's
movements via his wife. It's...

quiet.

Long may it remain that way.

So, go to it.

Oh... Adam...

the Review Board have passed on
your latest psychiatric assessment.

You've made excellent progress
in the last few sessions.

Good, I'm glad to hear it.

Working in this field, it's
important to have some kind of...

equilibrium. Oh, come on, Harry,
who are you kidding?

No-one in this place
has time for real a life.

Adam, she's on her way.

She's not what I imagined.

She's half English. The Special
Consul met and married her in London.

She's not very popular in Tehran.

But he is. So she's tolerated.

Do you think anyone ever comes
in here to actually buy a book?

Please, my security
detail is outside.

When can I see you again?

You're seeing me now.

You know what I mean.

I wish I could...

but next week I have the glorious
total of one free evening

and that's only because
we're cancelling an engagement.

He plans to go to
the country on Thursday...

Adam. That's the night of
the Anglo Persian Forum.

Why would he miss that?

An attack in London.

Mehan Asnik. Iranian Intelligence.

A great deal of blood on his hands.

Iraqi, European.

And Iranian, naturally.
He's planning a trip to London.

I thought we were all friends now.

Under what name, by what route?

We don't know. What we do know...

if Asnik's leaving Iran,
atrocity is not far behind him.

I'm gonna need more on your source.

Look, intelligence on Asnik
isn't easy to come by.

What we've established is this -
tomorrow, he leaves Tehran.

We know what time. What train.

After that, it goes cold.

Here he is. The honey trap.

So how was your day?

It had its up and downs. You?

One of the Iranian die-hards
Zaf's been keeping tabs on is
planning a trip to London. Which one?

Asnik's tried to disrupt this
process inside Tehran. He's not
coming to London for the shopping.

Do we have times? Places?
His departure is imminent, inside
the next 24 hours.

Beyond that, nothing.
Your source, Ros?

Always reliable so far.
I met the Special Consul's wife,
sounding out Bakhshi's diary.

He's cancelled his appointment
on Thursday at the Anglo-Persian
development forum.

The first fruits of the peace process
which makes it a prime target.

But there's no evidence to link
Bakhshi with Asnik's cause.

But he might have been ordered out of
the city next Thursday,

which suggests it could be the scene
of the attack.

Get me the Home Secretary.
A secure line.

The intelligence secured was
part of a foreign infiltration

which means it can't be subject to
independent corroboration.

It's in the nature of these things,
you can never be entirely sure.

Harry, the Prime Minister's
barely warmed his chair yet...

but he's made it abundantly
clear that he's the Peacemaker,
the waver of olive branches.

If this lunatic's a threat
to all of that, why hasn't
Tehran already stamped on him?

He's protected. Operation Green
Leaf has exposed the division
inside Iranian secret services.

The reactionary element,
the die-hards, are opposed
to the peace deal.

Whatever his personal motivation,
Asnik's still an agent
of the Iranian state.

If he attacks London, it
means Iran attacked London.

You know how close we are, Harry.

Mehan Asnik can't be permitted
to even step onto British soil

let alone unleash his carnage here.

Are we clear?

Asnik is about to destroy
the peace process with Iran.

So deal with him.

Over there.

Thanks to Zaf, we know that Asnik
has not visited

any of his known addresses in
the last 72 hours.

So our best intelligence points to
the train he's thought to be taking.

We're going to bomb a civilian train?

Why not a bullet through the head?
It must look like it's part of
Iran's internal power struggle.

A bomb on a train fits their MO.

We leave nothing that leads back
to us, not a single trace of
British involvement.

You liaise with Zaf
in Tehran tonight.

You're on the plane in one hour.

You courier the bomb
to Zaf personally.

Anything? Nothing.

If Asnik is on the move, he's
doing it in perfect silence.

Well, let's make it permanent.

TRAIN HOOTS

ADAM: Subject's boarding
the train now.

Positive ID and confirmation that
the subject's boarded the train.

'Adam,
how many people in Asnik's carriage? '

Just one or two, it's hard to be
sure. 'Stay on line.'

Have we re-tasked the satellite
over Tehran? Coming online.

We hit the train here,
outside the city to keep casualties
to the absolute minimum.

OK. It's pulling out of the station.

Hello. Michael Laws.
Geoff. Hi, yeah.

Actually, I was just
about to call you.

Excellent.
Well, it's looking good... Stand by.

OK. I'll hold.

Ros. The train's losing speed...

It's stopping.

What's its position?
Still inside Tehran.

There's a second train.
That's slowing down, too.

It's a passenger train,
coming in to Tehran. Re-routed.

This time of morning,
it'll be packed.

He's not taking any chances.
He's going to swap trains.

He's about to succeed
and if he disappears now
that's it until he attacks London.

Hw many people are on that train?

You're looking at 30 deaths, Harry.
Possibly 40. All of them civilians.

So we abort, right?

Harry Pearce. I want to speak
to the Home Secretary.

I don't care where
he is and what he's doing.
I need to speak to him NOW.

The train has stopped. 'It's nothing.
Hold your nerve.' I'm compromised.

'You're not. Maintain position.'

To enact an operation on foreign
soil is one thing. To kill civilians
in the process is quite another.

The alternative is much worse.
The loss of British lives?

The loss of the greatest opportunity
to put things right
in the Middle East.

By bombing your way to peace?

If I'm found with this
in my possession do you know what
they'll do to me?

'Stay with the vial until
it's time to make the switch.

'Just hold your nerve Mehan.'

Geoff?

This is not to be negotiated.

So you go ahead. You do your job.

'And you swallow it.'

Harry?

Proceed with the operation.

Zaf...

The train's only a few hundred
metres away. So get your head down

and go.

Everybody there's a bomb.
So get under your desks! Now!

Detonation confirmed.

PEOPLE SHOUT

I know this is not why any
of you joined the service.

Well, done, everyone.

PEOPLE CRY

FIZZING

DOOR OPENS

Casualties?

Nobody's getting close. It's like
Area 51 round there.

What's the story with the second
train? Intelligence was imperfect.

We think Asnik had planned
on making a switch.

Look, Zaf,
I know it was a difficult call.

But the point of the operation
was to fabricate an inside job.

Make it look like Iranian spies
killing Iranian spies.

But you warned that whole office
what was coming.

If that gets back to the wrong
people, this operation's blown.

The consequences of that...

if the Iranians
discover what we've done...

What would you have done, Adam?

SHOUTING

That's Mehan Asnik.
He's still alive.

THEY SHOUT

My name is Mehan Asnik. I'm here
to defect. I am here to defect!

SHOUTING CONTINUES

My name is Mehan Asnik.
I am here to defect.

They lied to you,
I never made an atrocity.

Your intelligence
is gravely in error.

Why would I detonate
a bomb in London?

Your country and mine, we actually
seem to be getting somewhere.

Why should I undermine that?

Because peace doesn't
interest men like you.

Men like us, you mean?

If so, know yourself for a liar.

Because men like us, you know
what we are. We are peacemakers.

We betray those we love in order
to save them. I know you know this.

I'm a traitor. A double agent.

I've been leaking intelligence.

Iran's missile acquisition,
her nuclear programme.

Working for who?

The Russians?

The Americans? Israel?

For peace.

And for money. Whose money?

My handler is codenamed Copenhagen.

Copenhagen instructed me
to be on that train.

As it turns out,
there was a bomb on it.

Intended for you. No.

My death
was to be entirely incidental.

Copenhagen had another motive
for destroying that train.
What do you mean, Mehan?

Who's Copenhagen?

Take me to London.

Today.

Now.

And I will explain.

I don't think Asnik had any
intention of attacking London.
Somebody used us to take him out.

'Why? ' I don't know.
But if he's running to us...

'then he's scared.' Of whom exactly?

'He claims his handler is codenamed
Copenhagen.'

Let's assume that he's not lying.
That means Copenhagen was able to

manipulate Ml5 into
doing his dirty work.

'Which means we urgently need to
establish who he's working for.'

And his agenda. 'We're not going to
achieve that without bringing him
in. They've already closed...

all the airports and the official
border crossings. Zaf's organised
a plane from Turkey.

Bring him in.

TV: Scenes of panic and confusion are
at the streets of Tehran today.

It is proving unusually
difficult to get any hard
information about the blast.

The army have cordoned around the
entire area and are preventing access
to both the press and the public.

From my position here on the roof
of my hotel I can see fleets of
ambulances streaming away from the

site of the explosion
where a huge plume of
smoke still hangs in the air.

The unusual way that the army are
dealing with this catastrophe does
mark it out as unique.

The question is why are the
authorities treating this incident so
differently, why the news blackout?

Ros, sit down. Mani's intel was bad.

Asnik had no intention of attacking
London. Harry, if I screwed up...
We all screwed up.

But it seems we may also have been
set up.

I need you to pull in Mani. Find out
about his source in Iran. Done.

'Mani. It's Miriam.'

If you're not here in five minutes,
I'm coming looking for you.
Do you understand what that means?

Harry. Thanks for coming along.

Please, sit.

GLASSES CHINK

Trust me...
you're going to need a drop.

They've thrown a massive
cordon sanitaire around the train.

They're erecting field hospitals.

Far more capacity than can be
explained away by a modest
bomb blast.

Old friend, I think we've got
a big problem.

'This is ears only, OK? '

I'm stretching my discretionary
powers to the limit here.

Mid 1980s.

We sold bio-weapons to Saddam.

A little deniable doomsday
package for use on Tehran,
if it should become expedient.

What sort of bio-weapons?

Strain E-34.

This is bad stuff.

Incubates in 18 hours.

After that, the carrier
coughs up blood.

He infects anyone he comes near.

All this stuff does,
it kills people.

And I think...

maybe your guy in Tehran
just blew open a case of it.

THUD!

ENGINE SPUTTERS

Zaf. Zaf.

The comms are down. We must have
been hit by a magnetic pulse weapon.
It's knocked out the electrics.

Turn around! Turn around!

Back to the airport. Now!

What happened? The electronics are
dead. A pulse weapon.

EMP. HMP, maybe. It must be
Copenhagen's men trying to
recover Asnik.

How the hell did Iran
get hold of it?

Come on,
the border's like the wild west.

Some Iraqi general
wants to retire to Dubai.

Some scientist's got it
buried in his back yard,
he's after making a buck.

How can you be sure it's E-34?

Who's sure?
We're applying Ockham's Razor, here.

You've got a cordon sanitaire
in Tehran. You got NBC suits.

No sign of radiation leakage.

So we got to be
looking at bio-weapons.

Who supplied the only
known bio-weapon in the area?

We did. Run down the checklist.

Chances are this is our baby.

How very proud you must be.

I... I need to say something. Not now.

Yes. Now.

I think I'm sick.

I think I'm very sick.

As far as we're aware, we picked
up every last cubic ounce of E-34.

So, smart money says, the Iraqis
managed to culture the strain,

and if they did that they probably
also pimped it a little.

Pimped it? Tinkered around.

Modified it. Modified it how much?

Enough.

When the train exploded.

I'd planned to be in quarantine
long before I became infectious. How
long before that happens?

I'm not infectious
until I cough blood.

Are you telling me you don't
have a cure for this thing?

Harry, I'm telling you...

the chances are, no-one does.

This thing, it's an abomination.

Turn left here...
We've got to get to a safe house.

Ros? 'Harry, my source... Mani.'

There's no sign of him. Not at
the rendezvous, at home, work.

He's either disappeared or... '... been
disappeared. The point of all
this wasn't to assassinate Asnik.'

Asnik's a patsy. Somebody used him,
and us, to release a biological
weapon in Tehran.

A what? 'Somebody wants to
comprehensively wreck any prospect
of long-term peace with Iran.'

Asnik wasn't supposed to survive
the train bomb, but he did.

He may be infected with the virus.

'18 hours after exposure,
he becomes contagious.'

That gives us two hours to prevent
an outbreak that will kill
thousands of people.

So contact Adam and Zaf and get
Asnik into Quarantine. Immediately.

ASNIK COUGHS

THUD!

COUGHING CONTINUES

Lost power.

Shit.

The car's armour-plated.
We stay inside.

Armour plating is no good against
a rocket-propelled grenade.
Yeah, thanks for that, Mehan.

We stay, we go...

Neither option's perfect.

Scott,
try to make it back to the others.

See if you can call it in somehow.

DOUBLE GUNSHOT

That was a double tap
from an automatic weapon.
Classic Special Forces. He's down.

We've got a serious problem.

We know they're due south.

Take Asnik.

Head north. Get back to the airport.

We'll go south. OK.

You ready?

Let's go.

GUNSHOT ECHOES

ASNIK COUGHS

Get up!

It's self-corrected.

Oh, God.

GUNSHOT

CAR DOOR SLAMS

TYRES SCREECH

Get yourself checked out by a medic
before reporting back here.
That's an order.

Where are they?

They were ambushed.
Both Asnik and Zaf were taken.

By who? Some kind of snatch squad.
Well equipped, well trained.

Possibly Copenhagen
working this end.

Now putting aside our concerns
for our fellow officer,

we know that Asnik is carrying
a highly contagious virus.

If we don't find him within the next
few hours, then that pathogen will

break free from its host
and start spreading across London.

And the only option will be
national quarantine and burial pits.

We need to find Asnik.

Special Consul,
thank you for meeting me.

Pleased to meet you again, Mr Pearce.
Harry, please. And likewise.

This catastrophe...

The nature of it is somewhat of
an embarrassment to Tehran

and less than fortunate,
given the improving relationship
between our two countries.

You have to face the fact that
there'll be a lot of rhetoric

from the United Nations
and the United States. Rhetoric?

There'll be renewed sanctions
and weapons inspections.

And the intelligence services,

yours, ours,
all of them on high alert.

But it's due in no small part
to your own efforts that we came
very close to something momentous.

And I'd like to suggest that you and
I try to minimise this new tension
and avoid any misunderstanding.

Thank you for your message.

But you will forgive me if I have
no assurances to offer in response.

Not today, when we're
still counting the dead.

Adam? I'm fine.

When I was with Asnik
he was asymptomatic which won't be
true for long

so we need to find him before
he infects Zaf. What have you got?

Nothing. Special Branch is searching
all buildings in a five-mile radius.
There's no CCTV footage.

Nothing from the speed cameras.
All we've got is this.

Zaf's phone self-corrected
and rebooted for a few moments.

This operation was put together in
a hurry. The tactics, the equipment.

These men were mercenaries.

Go in close on the final image.
I've already tried.

The Ghillie suit's standard. He's
wearing camo paint under the
ski-mask. There's nothing to go on.

What's that?

It's a grenade.

How close can you go?

Centre on the firing pin.

This here look.
Can you clean that up?

It'll take some time.

Not too much time.

This is only link to the mercenaries,
which means the only way to Zaf.

Ana? Peter? I've just seen the news.

How are you? How do you think?

To see Iran get so close.
And then to see it thrown
away again by men of violence...

Do you think it could be true?
Germ warfare?

It hardly matters, does it.

All that matters is
more people are dead.

I hate to hear you like this, but...

it's really busy for me here at
work. Could we meet, maybe later?

I mean we need to talk about this.

How can I?

OK. I understand.

But if you change your mind...

Just call me, OK?

The mood she's in,
she'll tell me anything.

The trouble is Adam,

she doesn't know anything.

And Mr Bakhshi?

They don't know what
the hell happened.

They don't know how the virus got on
the train or that we blew it up.

Well, that's something.

Because if the world learns we
unleashed a bio-weapon in Tehran,

the consequences
will be catastrophic.

But God help us if anyone discovers
you brought that virus back with you

thousands lying dead on
the streets of Britain.

You gave the order which killed 40
people and now your sole concern is
to pass the blame?

My sole concern is the people of
this country! Home Secretary.

Intelligence gathering is a game
of imperfect information.

We can't be sure we've made the
right guess until the game is over.

Oh, this game is over now, Harry.

You run this thing into the ground.
Stop it dead.

Before it stops us.

Malcolm? I've got it.

It's a smoke grenade.

Manufactured in Switzerland.

The main batch was
brokered in Helsinki, via bogus
companies in Chicago and Delaware.

But the end user is this man.

Nick Ronson.
Owner of Strategic Force.

A Private Security Company.

DOOR LOCK RATTLES

ALARM SIGNALS ERROR

Katie?

Katie, you...?

Hope you don't mind.

Don't go tripping any alarms,
I won't be here long enough.

Come on. Be nice. I made coffee.

Who are you?

No names, no pack-drill.

Security services, then.

What flavour? Friendly.

For the moment.

Late yesterday, or early today,
you chartered out a snatch team.

Rush job.

I need you to contact them,
and I need you to bring them in.

Come on! I don't have time for
niceties.

Contact your team.

Bring them in.

Look, all I do, is I mediate between
buyers and sellers.

I put people in contact.

I'm a... broker.

I know every war criminal,
petty dictator, assassin, scumbag and
warlord you ever brokered for Nick.

Well, then you'll know I'm
an asset.

I've given Ml6 a lot of
useful material, over the years.

I'd imagine that's exactly the thing
you'd like to keep from the clients
you so quietly sold down the river.

Because if any of them were
to find out, Nick, well...

You wouldn't blow an Ml6 asset.

I would if it was worth it.

OK.

MAN COUGHS

It's a weaponised virus.

It mimics pneumonic plague.

You're all infected.

And it's going to kill you.

The team's being led
by Angus Leonard.

Special forces. Good man, actually.

Yesterday I got a call.

By whom?

An old contact. Albanian.

I assumed it was a... you know,

Albanian thing.

But this isn't an Albanian thing,
is it? Contact Leonard.

Bring him in. Straight in.

He and his team stay in that truck.

They contact nobody. You do as
I say, you and Leonard walk away.

Fine.

He's dying.

And by now, so are we.

Whoever hired you...
knew they were exposing you to this.

They were trying to kill you.

Pick your enemy.

The people who exposed you to
this...

...or Ml5.

Harry, I'm in Ronson's flat.

It was definitely his team.

So who hired them? Some go-between.

Albanian.

It'll be a little while
before I can give you any more.

So what happened? Sniper. Who?

Could be the mercenaries,
covering their tracks.

The Iranians. Copenhagen.
The Mormon Tabernacle Choir.

Any news on the mercenaries?
Looking into Angus Leonard.

I can tell you his Service
record is excellent, and this
isn't his usual kind of job.

Other than that, there's
nothing of much use.

We can't get to the mercenaries
directly so we need to get
to the people who hired them.

That could be Copenhagen.
It could be the Iranians.

Malcolm. We know Bakhshi is
attending a charity event today.

Get me likely routes from
the Embassy to the venue. Got it.

No wait. You'll lose your source.

The wife. We have two priorities -

getting Zaf back, and getting
that virus off the streets.

We lose a few resources on the way.
So be it.

SIREN WAILS

What's going on?

Pull over down here.

Mr Bakhshi.

My name's Adam Carter. I'm with
the British Security Services.
Please open the door.

I have something to say.
Then get inside.

I'm asking you, for all our sakes,
to return our officer, alive

before you make a mistake
that can never be undone.

You're in Iranian
diplomatic territory.

This is Iran, Mr Carter.

Iran does not respond well to...
invasion.

Now, please, leave.

Drive on.

You lost your source. Was it worth
it? Did you plant the device? Yup.
Then it was worth it.

They'll find it on the next sweep.
That's time enough.

PHONE RINGS

Yes.

Apparently, there's been some kind
of aggressive operation in London,

something of strategic value

has been stolen,
and they've got an officer down.

It might have something to do
with what happened in Tehran.

Yes, find out anything you can.

So it wasn't the Iranians.

No.

You blew your source! The Iranian
Special Consul's wife now useless to
us. Worse! She's now a liability.

I know this is going to cause
problems. Problems?
It was a studied risk.

You forced your way into Iranian
diplomatic territory. Best case,
he wants your head on a stick.

Worst case, you may have
linked us to the bomb in Tehran.

Which we can't afford. We had to
move quickly.

Precipitously. Now we know
it wasn't the Iranians.

It was Copenhagen.
Whoever Copenhagen might be.

Zaf and Asnik are still in play.
They're still out there, somewhere.

ASNIK COUGHS

It's incubating inside you,
right now.

In a few hours, you'll be wishing
to God you'd listened to me.

The only way to survive this,

is Ml5. Do you have anything?
Please!

ASNIK SOBS

You must have something...
for the pain!

I'll still need my money.

You'll get your money.

Ronson was about to
access information from it.

This is a biometric security matrix.
It's fingerprint recognition.
It'll destroy the hard drive.

Which is why I brought this along.

To point you in the right direction.

I'll go and fetch some tweezers.

Ros, there's
something you should see.

You've got one hour
to free up �30 million

and produce the vaccine
for this disease.

Enough for eight men.
Don't waste time.

Don't try to find us.

We'll make contact in 60 minutes.

Jo, can we locate them?
Source this message?

They're too proficient. I've isolated
elements of the ambient soundtrack
hoping for some positional indices.

AEROPLANE ENGINE ROARS

Any idea which airport?
None of them. It's a recorded loop.

They know what we're looking for and
which blind alleys to lead us down.

Asnik's lethal.
30 million is small change.

The money's not a problem.
The vaccine is.

We don't have it. It doesn't exist.

They don't know that.

Let's give them a fake one.

They'll kill you when they find out.

Come on. What choice do we have?

Time's short Malcolm.

This thing's loaded with tripwires,
one misstep and I erase everything.

And maybe lose a hand. Adam's
heading out into the unknown.

Now the data on here might give us
some working knowledge of who the
mercenaries are, where they're from.

We need any advantage
we can get, however slight.

Send one officer.

Send more than one officer,
and everyone dies. Including me.

There's an alley off Kenburn Road.

In that alley you'll
find a cell phone. And then
you'll receive further instructions.

Ros... tell Adam we've heard.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Are you scared?

Do I look scared?

Look, Adam... You couldn't have
known about any of this Ros.
It's my job to know. No.

It's your job to assess.
You assessed and we took appropriate
action.

Besides I'm the one who
brought this thing back.

How do you think that makes me feel?

Embarrassed?

Yeah...

So I'm going to contain this thing.

I'm going to find Zaf.
I'm going to find Asnik and after
that, we sit down... you and I.

And we work out who did this to us.

Fake antidote.

Good luck.

MOBILE RINGS

RINGING CONTINUES

RINGING STOPS

GUN IS COCKED

Your bag.

You're carrying no listening
devices? No trackers? No.

OK, strip. Shoes first.

The vaccine was loaded with
SmartDust. Tiny transmitters.

As soon as they inject themselves,
we'll get a fix on their position.

So what's their effective life?
About three minutes.

So until they inject themselves,
we've no idea where they are. None.

Out.

Move!

Stand there.

Phone! Catch!

I'm going to give you
details to a bank account.

Into this account, instruct
your boss to deposit the money.
Not without proof of life.

Asnik, is he alive?

Just.

Give me the details.

PHONE RINGS

Adam? Harry. Transfer the money into
the following account.

Right into the truck.

No. No, that's not what we agreed.
You've got your money, now
give me Asnik and my officer.

Look...

I don't care who you are.
I just want to stop this
virus from spreading.

Get up. Up now! Move!

I want to believe this is a vaccine,
because I don't want to die.

Not like that.

Trouble is, you know that,
don't you?

So if I injected you with it...
what would happen?

You wouldn't die... would you?

Got them! Jo, they're on the move.
They've turned into Bankford Road.

That's two miles from you,
north east. OK, Bankford Road.

There'll be at least seven of them.
So they'll either be in a van or
truck. Yes, I've got their signal.

What are you doing?
Get out of the way!

Get up.

What are you doing?

Don't!

He'll infect everyone he passes!
We won't be able to control it!

You'll be killing
thousands of people!

I'd rather have Ml5 out there
looking for him, than looking
for me. Don't!

Don't do this!

Asnik needs to be quarantined. Now.
RIGHT NOW!

Jo, the signal's fading.
You've got about a minute.

OK, I'm half a mile away.

I warned you...

not to make us your enemy.

You stupid bastard!

You stupid, stupid bastard!

Grenade!

You shoot me...

and I let go of the firing
mechanism.

You go up...

and so does the vaccine. Zaf...

It's all right, mate.

Back off. Back off!

Don't think I'll hesitate.

OK.

What now?

You let him go.

Pull over.

You heard him. Go.

We need Asnik off the streets and
quarantined before it's too late.

Your priority is the safety of
the people out there.

Go, Adam.

Go.

He lives...

or I come for you.

We all come for you.

LOCKS FALL INTO PLACE

Jo, can you trace them? They're
turning into Northlight Road.

Asnik!

Asnik!

ASNIK!

Malcolm, have we got the CCTV
of Northlight Road?

Northlight Road. Here it is.

Adam's been injected
with the SmartDust.

He's calling Asnik's name.

Asnik's free. He's in the wind.

We've lost him?

Asnik!

Asnik!

Asnik!

So it's finally happened.

After 300 years, a plague is loose
on the streets of London.

ASNIK!!!!

What are the projections?

Half a million people dead inside
a week

We've got wild vectors -
carriers we can't trace.

We need time. We don't have time.

Just drive!

It could lead us to Zaf.

That could lead us to Copenhagen.

It'll be spy on spy.

No matter what happens, in 12 hours
you will be on this quarantine ward.

I need you. No, you don't.

One of my officers is about to die
so get them to call off their dogs!