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Code 9. A nuclear attack on London.

In bomb terms, the blast
was relatively small.

But the death toll wasn't.

Over 100,000 incinerated,

and many more given
a death sentence by radiation.

For some people outside
of the blast zone,
life continued almost as normal,

but after the attack...

nothing in our country would
ever be the same again.

British authorities have
commenced Operation Sassoon,

the mass evacuation of
London and surrounding areas.

Relocation Centres have
been set up by the government
in the North of England,

for all those made homeless
after the attack.

From its temporary base
in Manchester, the government

have introduced controversial
new security measures,

as well as ordering a complete
re-structure of security services.

Why would MI5 be interested
in recruiting somebody
with your criminal record?

Your straight guys didn't
exactly save the world, did they?

I've seen the reports,
terrorists are getting younger,

so you're probably
looking for younger spies.

Am I right?

I was going to be a doctor.
Then I realised I didn't
want to be a doctor any more.

And what? You want to be
some kind of action hero?

Well, now you mention it...!

Protect my country. That's got to be
what you want to hear, right?

Funnily enough,
it actually happens to be the truth.

I was far enough away from
the blast not to get burned.

But the radiation made me sick.

I just want to help while
I still have time.

I know the security services
have to change,
I want to be part of that.

Make sure no-one
does this to our country again.

Contact established.

Alpha Team status report, please?

She's on top of things.

Both our units are on the ground.

Alpha Team have made contact.
No news yet from Delta Team.

Ten days to the PM's visit, Rachel.

I have to assure
the Prime Minister's team
this region is safe.

Ow! Jesus!

Sorry. I get a bit carried away.

Haven't seen you here before.

You've not been looking hard enough.

Obviously not.

Gonna go powder my nose.

Don't you go anywhere.

Keep an eye on her.

Vik, give me some news. Running a bit
low on courgettes. Very funny.

I must have missed the scene where
Jason Bourne was stacking shelves.

Here's our man.

Target on the move.

Tip off about the warehouse is
coming good. Delta Team spotted
a major player. Good.

Don't men know how to floss?

Looked like your tongue
was doing it for him.

Gotta make it seem real.

Tongue?

OK, Got it.

Looks like you tore
him a bald patch.

SHE GASPS

Rachel, we're out.

Well done,
get the samples in for analysis ASAP.

We should have a positive ID tonight.

Excellent.
What's happening with Delta Team?

Status report due in one minute.

Why are you taking pictures of me?
Stock...

We're just monitoring stock.

Gatecrashers. Two. Get here now.

Delta Team report, please.

You been eyeing me up for a day
or two. You want my business,
you gonna have to do better.

Peppers? There supposed to be here.
They're not here. On you go!

Oh, OK. Right, sorry.

OK, just looking for...

On you go! On you go!

Vik, Jez, report please?

Delta Team - report?

I'm not getting any response.

No use looking at me.

Tonight, you're in charge.

Calm authority.

Remember, Rachel,

the person controlling the op
has to stay focused.

Urgent status report required now.

Vik, Jez come in, please?

Oh God! Have you killed him?

Let's hope so.
Don't just stand there!
He called for back up. Let's go!

Urgent status report required now.

Vik, Jez, come in, please?

What the fuck?!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Seems the infantry's already
arrived. There's more?

That was close!

Who the hell are you?

Charlie Green.

He's the final member
of Field Office 19.

I still can't work out
why you called.

How can a mathematician like me
help save the country?

You never even said
where you heard about me.

I've had Charlie tailing Delta Team

for the last few hours. Which was
kinda fortunate for them, really.

The ops tonight show that our fears
for the PM's safety are justified.

And it looks like there's
an attack team coming together.

Now, you did well tonight,

but you need to keep doing well.

So don't enjoy yourselves too
much welcoming your new colleague.

Let's reconvene at 0700 hours.
Sleep well.

Night.

OK, let's start the
initiation games. Yeah!

Got the blowtorch? I thought
sexual humiliation came first.

Or we could go back for beers and
you can tell us how you got here.

Sounds a much better idea.
Although I'm not much of a drinker.
What do you bring to the party?

Well, I can prove
Fermat's Last Theorem.

I'll get the party hats.

Really, look... Charlie, this
is the Union Jack Challenge.
You have to do it, all right?

It's not that I can't do it,
it's just I don't want to...

Come on!
Get some Britannia inside you!

Come on! Come on!

One!

THEY CHEER

Two!

Three!

That's easy.

There's my girl!

How are you, Hannah?

Dear me,
bit of a comedown from Thames House.

Oh, look!
They've made a little diagram!

And here we have a revolutionary
new structure of field offices,

staffed by new recruits,
with only one year's experience.

It's never gonna work though, is it?

We know what we have to do -

be out there among the communities,
target the young.

We're already making it work.

Oh, of course, loyal.

Come on, though.

25% of officers
wiped out in the bomb.

Half the remainder
migrating to the private sector.

MI5's been gutted.

What do you want, Neil?

I've come to offer you a job.

Is that really why you're here?

Come on, Hannah, you're wasting
your time here, and your talent.

Training kids to do
the work of grown-ups.

By the time they're any good,
MI5 will be extinct.

You have no idea
how good they are...

Anyway, time was,
you defended the old ways.

Until I realised how good
the opportunities were outside.

That's why I got out.

You got to that point yet?

I'll triple what you earn.

Name your price.

Come on, Hannah.

You can't stay here.

Come over to the slightly darker
but much more fun side.

Your three minutes is up.

Never say I didn't try
and throw you a lifeline.

Oh, God. What am I doing?

Won't be the last time
you ask yourself that.

What were you doing
before your training?

Uni.

You came straight from college?

Well, I had two weeks in Tenerife
in between.

Not much experience
working in a team, then.

Chess Club doesn't count, right?

How about you?

Previous career, I mean.

Police constable. I was in my
third year when the bomb happened.

MI5 were recruiting.

Thought it was my chance to do
something more than catch burglars.

Although, I was pretty
good at catching burglars.

Even if you do say so yourself.

And what are you good at?

OK, without wishing
to come across as a nerd...

I think that's exactly how
you wish to come across.

It's a useful defence mechanism.

Applied statistics. Real-world use
of probability to forecast outcomes.

OK, you are a nerd.

And how are you useful to us?

I analyse risk, forecast scenarios,
outcomes, level of danger.

Life...

Life is just one long
probability question. You know?

You're in the blast zone.
You're not in the blast zone.

Life turns on a sixpence.

Is another way of looking at it.

Seems we've got a good team here.

Esprit de corps and all that.

Strange. If it weren't for the bomb
I might never have known any of them.

Jez, maybe...

But I'd have been smacking a
confession out of him in a cell.

What about Hannah?

Hannah's the best person
you could ever work for.

I'm glad you're joining us, Charlie.

Oh, thank you. You're nice.

I didn't know if
anybody would be nice.

I thought you'd all
be...tough spies.

Talking like...spy
code or something.

We're friendly enough.

Hey.

Sorry to interrupt.

You haven't. We were just chatting.
Come join us.

No, it's cool, I'm heading back in.

Kylie says it's another drink for
every minute you're out here, so...

There we go. No, that's my limit.

Wuss.

So, you all live here
together, then? Except Jez.

Thinks he's too good for us.

Actually, where is he?

Done his disappearing act again.
Doesn't even say goodbye.

He does that a lot.
We reckon maybe he fights crime
by night, using a secret identity.

Mrs Linda Cook?

Mr Steven Cook.

Sarah Cook.

Weren't you here last week?

I'm here every week.

All ID cards on display
with the picture clearly visible!

All ID cards on display
with the picture clearly visible!

Uh, I've lost my wallet.

Must be down your sofa.

Hand, now.

Last name Green. Charlie Green.

Sorry about that, sir.

He called me "sir".
How cool is that?

That's nothing.

Someone called me a "bloody Paki"
yesterday. How cool is that?

How exactly is that cool?

Old school insults are making
a comeback, which I find reassuring.

You should explain to your mum
that you find that term
completely unacceptable.

Why do they do it? Because they're
politicians. What's up now?

Wait till you hear what Central
Command have sprung on us.

How's the head?
Yeah, good, fine, raring to go.

How about you? On the pain killers
already? No. I'm fine.

The Prime Minister's visit has
been brought forward by ten days,
that gives us exactly...

Six hours.

Six hours to prepare. OK.

Update me on the DNA tests from the
club. Have we ID'd Kylie's squeeze?

Yeah, but it's not good news.
Theo Danakis.

Shit... Come on!

Do what ever it takes
to get that info.

Who is he? Arms dealer.

Specialises in supply and disposal
of arms for big hits.

The broker and the hoodie kid
from the warehouse?

Hospitals still given us nothing.

Flynn Dixon got quite a whack,
though, he's gotta be getting
some treatment for it.

I've spoke my assets.
There's crackle about
Jermain Lee arriving in town.

Jermain Lee is one of
the highest-paid
mercenaries in the country.

So, we know of three of those
involved in this conspiracy.

Kylie's little friend from the club
is Theo Danakis, the arms dealer.

Flynn Dixon hiding out
among the fruit and veg

is the broker organising the hit.

But there is no hit
without an assassin,
we must get a visual on Jermain Lee.

The PM's definitely the target?

It's rumours of a hit on the PM
that's put us on to our
targets in the first place.

Jez - go and work your assets.

What should I do? Come on,

you can be my lucky charm.

Thought you were inside.
Does it look like it?

Who's that? Don't worry about him.

And don't look at him.

He likes to fuck people up
if they look at him.

Serious? Jermain Lee... The hitman.

I told you, I know
nothing about the geezer.

You're lying...

He can shoot the head off a
matchstick from a mile away.

We know that, obviously.
What else have you heard?

He's Mr Particular.
Especially about food.

Any other useful stuff?
Favourite colour, maybe?

He's like, proper obsessed.

Only eats burgers like,
and only a certain type.

Organic meat, cooked for X amount of
minutes, no sesame seeds on the bun,

see what I'm saying?
So how much is that worth, then?

We'll let you off with a slap.

We had such a connection last night.

I think we need more time together.

So, in brief -
who did you last supply a weapon to?

What?

OK. Look normally, this would be fun.

But today, we're in a rush.

I'm gonna ask you again.

And if you don't tell me, my friend
is gonna shoot you in the big toe.

Was it Jermain Lee?

Who? You fuck!

You shot me! You fucking shot me!
In the big toe. Yep. I did.

Sorry. It's my fault, I mustn't have
been clear enough.

You can't do this! Can't we?
Didn't anybody tell you?

New world, new rules.

Next he'll shoot you in the bollocks.
No. Really?

You wouldn't. He's my bitch.
He does what he's told.
You're bluffing!

You thought I wouldn't shoot you in
the toe. Look what happened there.

So I'd take that into account
when assessing your next move.

It's a very simple question.

Did you supply a great big gun to an
assassin called Jermain Lee recently?

Five seconds.

Four.

Three.

Two...

Danakis just got talkative.

He provided Jermain Lee with
an AK47 Takedown Sniper Rifle.

Organic meat. Cheese on the relish.
No sesame seeds on the bun?

I hate to sound impatient but
could we guarantee the PM's safety
before thinking about lunch?

Jermain's anal about his food.

Mr Particular, my asset called him.

And do you deliver yourselves?
Right. Right.

Great. I'll tell the DFO
we're following a cast-iron lead.

One second. I've got a take-away
company that has delivered a burger

of exactly this description
for the last couple of nights.

To a kid. No more than 15.

The hoodie!

From the food warehouse?

The hoodie is Jermain Lee.

One of Britain's most feared
assassins is a 15-year-old kid
with a burger fetish?

Let's find him.
I'll talk to the DFO. Let's go.

Hmm, DFO?

Sarah Yates, Director of
Field Operations. Hannah's boss.

OK. Does my expression say to you
I'm about to pick up the phone
and cancel the PM's visit?

Just because one of my
Field Offices isn't up to the job
of protecting him from a teenager?

The age of the finger
that pulls the trigger

makes little difference to the
impact of a high-velocity bullet.

24 hour delay, that's all we need.

In 24 hours he will be in Edinburgh.

They seem quite confident
they can protect him.

If you'd stuck to the original
schedule, we'd have them by now.

If you don't think I'll ask them
to cancel - a correct assumption,
aren't we rather wasting time here?

I want it recorded that
I urged you to postpone the visit.

Do you know how many
threats to the PM we receive?

Yes,
but I believe this is different.

Everyone believes
their fears are different.

Don't try and convince me
to cancel the visit.

PHONE RINGS
That's not going to happen. Take it.

It's bound to be more important
than this redundant conversation.

You're making a mistake, Sarah.

It's on the record, Hannah.
Now do your job.

Yes? It's Rachel.
We've got a location on Jermain Lee.

Hotel room, paid in cash, food
delivery matching his tastes...

Vik's cross-referenced the hotel CCTV
with a picture from the compound.

Which hotel? The Laurant.
On the square.
Which square? This square.

It's part of the convoy route. Lee's
in the room now.

He's casing the shot.
Dry run. I'm on my way back.

You need to secure
the hotel premises. Discreetly.

Jermain Lee is not to know
we're onto him.
We can't afford to lose him.

PHONE RINGS

Hello? 'Hannah, we need to talk.
You have to listen to me.'

I'm done listening to you, Neil.

'It's really in your interest
to meet me again. Don't just...'

Stopped listening to you
a long time ago.

The fire escape stairs at rear,

my colleague'll take you
down the external stairs.

In position in 306.

In position.

Third floor secure.

There's movement
in the window of 307.
He's opening the window.

Something's wrong.

What're you talking about, Charlie?

He's in position too early.
He's casing the shot. Stay focused.

It's not right, why open the window,
if he's only casing?

We're in the middle of a grab.
I don't want any dissent.

Yep?

It's Charlie. Charlie Green.

I know who you are.
Something isn't right.

What d'you mean? I'm at check point.
Where are you? I can see you...

Hannah! Charlie! Status report!

She's been shot! Let me through!
Let me through!

Charlie... I've called an ambulance.

Stand back, please!

Rob, get out to her! Jez, Kylie, go!
Make sure you take him alive!

Charlie!

It's OK, it's gonna be OK.
Charlie...

Excuse me, please.
I'm a doctor, let me though.

It's all right, she's OK.

Gimme your hand!
Jermain. listen to me!

Give me your hand!

I can't...!

Hold on.

Jermain we can work it out.
We can work it out.

Give me your hand. Hold on. Hold on.

Shit!

It's all right. She's OK...

Rob?

No, no, no, she can't be!

Hannah...! Hannah...

PHONE RINGS

OK.

Yates is waiting for us inside.

The assassin fell off the roof
while you were in pursuit?

Yes. We tried to save him.

Who hired the assassin?

We don't yet have
that information yet.

We'd assumed that the hit
was focused on the Prime Minister.

We recovered Hannah's photo
and details of the square
from Jermain Lee's bag.

She was the intended
target the whole time?

Yes.

Right.

The PM's visit has
obviously been cancelled.

An officer from Central Command
is coming to lead the investigation
into Hannah's death.

When he arrives, I want you
to give him a full briefing.

No.

I'm sorry? No.

You're wasting time.
We are wasting time discussing this,

and we'll certainly be wasting time
briefing another officer
to get him up to speed.

MI5 created this new structure.

Don't you believe in it?

We can deal with this.

All we need is time.

How long? Five and a half hours.

Five and a half. 330 minutes.

You sound very sure. I am.

All right.

That's how long
it'll take me to find somebody
in long trousers anyway.

Get on with it.

Oh, God,

what did I just say?

That's the Director
of Field Operations.

Hannah's dead
and I just backchatted her.

Not sure I can take
much more of this.

Just while we're on it, why not
six hours? Or, I dunno, longer?

She wouldn't have given it to us.

Five and a half put
her on the back foot.

She was thinking more about
the "half" than the "five".

Why would somebody shoot her?

Why did he do that?

OK, what have we got? Danakis...

I don't think blowing off another
toe will get much more out of him.

He only supplied the weapon.

To Jermain Lee,
who can't talk now either.

There is the other guy
from the warehouse.

Flynn Dixon - if he is the broker,
he's done the deal with somebody.

Find him we can follow the money
trail.

We can't find him. That's the
problem.

You need medical attention.
You can't check use your real name,
they'll nab you. What do you do?

We checked out other staff.
No IDs were been used.

Who else? Whose ID was there and
readily available?

The security guards.
When the heavies came down,
they killed the two guards.

Let's find out their names
and go back to the hospitals.

Bingo. Pete Grainger. One of the
security guards.

Went to A&E last night then
checked into the Wellstone Clinic.

I've heard very good things
about that place.

It's the go-to clinic when
you've been blown to
smithereens with a shot-gun.

Gotta be our guy.

Fancy playing Doctors and Nurses?

Not again.

I'm here to run a few tests.

Wait... What you doing?
That's got liquid in it!

That's all right, just relax.

Let the sedative do its job.
Get off me!

Good to see you've not
forgotten your medical training.

Who are you? What do you want?

Get up! Stand up!

Down there.

I'm here to collect
what's owed to us.

I hear you're holding the final
instalment of Jermain Lee's
payment and I want that money now.

Look at me. You fucking keep looking
at me and you'll stay alive. Where's
the money?

I haven't got it.
I just set up the deal.

I'm not interested.

I want you
to go and get me the remaining fee,

plus 50 grand compensation
for Jermain Lee's death.

What do you mean - Lee's dead?

You've got yourself in
way too deep here, Flynn.

His target was an MI5 officer.

They got to Lee
and they threw him from a building,

and my people want compensating.

But I don't have the cash.

There's one number
stored in this phone.

You are going take it,

you'll get me the remaining fee
plus the 50 grand compensation.

You run...

..you die.

Tracking device is in the phone -
you should be receiving the signal.

The rest of the team
are en route for backup.

Charlie, will you stop
bloody pacing?!

Sorry. One hour and 42 minutes till
we have to report back to Yates.

All units stay tight on Flynn Dixon.

He'll take us to whoever
commissioned the hit on Hannah.

We got trouble.

What the hell are you doing here?!

Getting my balls squeezed
by Jermain Lee's people.

They're demanding extra
money for his death. What?!

We've gotta go back
to them with something -
they're not messing about!

They say we didn't give them
enough information about the target.

Who've you been talking to?

Oh!

You fucking idiot.

You've brought them here,
haven't you?

I've got a problem - MI5.
They've come for me.

Get them off my back.
I need an intercept team.

Target's in Longford Arcade.

We play this low-key. We can't afford
any civilian casualties.

We surround the target,
take him when it's appropriate.

This is stating the obvious,
but it's vital we take him alive.

He's our only link
to Hannah's death.

Target heading upstairs.

Anyone got visual?

Shit...!

Do whatever you have to.
Just get him alive. We've lost him.

Armed officers! keep back!

Put your weapon on the ground!

I'm an ex-MI5 officer. You don't know
what you are getting in to.

We know a lot more than you think.
I doubt that.

I advise you to walk away now!

Place your weapon on the ground
and lie face down.

No way!

Oh, God...!

Hannah and Mayhew had history
together, personal and professional.

I know he paid her
a visit here last night.

You think this was personal?

Seeing as you didn't bring
him in alive, we'll never know.

I certainly intend to find out.

This brings me the issue
of Hannah's replacement.

Rachel. She's the obvious choice.

Luckily, it's my choice.
And I don't do obvious.

Then...

No. No.

I mean, I'm not...
You need someone tougher.

You stood up to me.

Some might say that requires a
certain level of steel in the balls.

The others... Good. That's a start.

Referring to them as "the others".

If it makes you feel better
about it then we can put "interim"

in front of your job title?

I do feel better
with "interim", actually.

Interim team leader.

Never forget that, though.
You have a good team.

I'm relying on you, Charlie.

What do you reckon?

I'd be lying if I said I'm not pissed
off it I can't boss you about.

Yeah, but you don't need
a promotion to do that.

But I'm not pissed off it's Charlie.
I'm pleased.

Better the geek you know, right?

Yes, but we don't exactly
know him though, do we?

If I'm gonna take orders from
someone... I've gotta respect them.

I want us to find Hannah's killer.

More importantly, I want to find out
why she was killed.

Everyone involved is dead apart from
Flynn so I reckon we go back to him
and shake him about a bit more.

News came through
while you were with Yates.

Flynn's dead.

Topped himself before
we could ask a single question.

Somebody got to him as well.

Every possible tongue
has now been silenced.

So what now?

Charlie Green?

You know my name?

Hannah asked me to give you this.

She was killed today so unless
something weird is happening...?

She asked me to give
it to you if she died.

That makes me curious about who
you are. An old friend.

I don't know what this is.
I don't want to know.

I'm just doing what Hannah asked.

Now I have, I'm done.

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'Authorities have commenced the mass
evacuation of London.'

Didn't anyone tell you?
New world, new rules.

Vik, Jez, report, please?
Who the hell are you?

Charlie Green. He's the final
member of Field Office 19.

Hannah is the best person
you'll ever work for.

You all live here together then?
Except Jez. Actually where is he?

He's done his disappearing act.
GUNSHOT

Hannah!

Interim Team Leader.
I'm relying on you, Charlie.

Hannah asked me to give it to you if
she died.

This programme contains
some strong language and some scenes
of a sexual nature.

TAPS ON DOOR

Oh, shit! I've got to go.

We should go out some time?
Are we allowed?

What if someone sees us together?

No-one will see us
if we go out of town.

What would they do to you,
if they found out about us?

They wouldn't be happy.

It's against the rules, is it,
shagging an informer? Just a bit.

So why are you doing it?

Cos you've got beautiful eyes.

Come Saturday, we'll go out,
get off our faces.

I'll see you later.

DOOR CLOSES

In the event of a terrorist attack,
the security alert system will send

a warning to all phones and
computers in the target area.

The message will advise you
of the best course of action to take.
If you are instructed to evacuate...

Where have you been? You're late.
I had to see an asset.
Where's the new boss?

With Yates. Obviously not taking his
new role lightly.

It looks like he's been
here half the night.

You've got some pretty big
shoes to fill. Feeling confident?

Yes, I think so. I'll try my best.

I'm actually more
confident than that sounded.

You have the ability, I wouldn't
have chosen you otherwise.

Right. What about the investigation
into Hannah's death, any progress?

It's just I was thinking there
must be several lines of enquiry...

It's all in hand at Central Command.
I need you to focus on Field
Office 19. Nothing more.

But as we were handling the
initial investigation...
This is how it works.