All language subtitles for Betrayal (2026) - 01x02 - Ordinary Milk Bone.

Seven years ago, John had
an affair with a woman at work.

I've been offered
voluntary redundancy.

I need to do more at work or Martin
is never gonna make me a partner.

It could be good for us.

You need to do the handover to
the officer who'll wrap up this case.

Fine. Who is he?

She.

Before he died, I heard him arguing
with someone about "the General".

That's Fatemah Feyzi.

'There'll be casualties.

'That's what you want.
Isn't it? To make a splash.'

So, the first
question is "appreciation".

- Well, do you wanna go first?
- OK.

So, I appreciate that you're
considering the redundancy.

Your turn.

I appreciated that blow job
you gave me back in 2014.

You're meant to be
taking this seriously.

All right.

I appreciate you always
giving me a second chance.

I mean it, really.

This was a good idea. What's next?

A puzzle.

Something that puzzles you

or that you don't understand
about your partner.

Do you wish that you'd married
someone a bit more like Martin?

The idea of someone else, it's...

..it's complicated.

What?

It's OK to say that sometimes I
do wish we had a more normal life.

I thought you'd say "No".

Would you rather I just lied?

Mummy?

I'll go.

Come on, mate, let's get you dressed.

So, I've decrypted
everything on Ehsan's laptop.

We have numerous
documents in English and Farsi.

Lots of imagery,
video imagery, pictures,

social media screengrabs,
weblinks, you name it.

In every single one,
as far as I can see,

Fatemah Feyzi is the subject.

It does looks like Ehsan
Taremi was surveilling her.

We know the Iranian
army used criminal gangs,

like that run by Craig Beeston,
to carry out attacks on dissidents

and media organisations
that speak out against them.

Thanks for the brief.

But I don't hear any apology
for going behind my back again.

I was in Manchester with John.

I understood he was onto something
and so I backed him. It's on me.

I see.

You're new, so it may be worth you
knowing that John and I go way back,

and I can smell the blag
from a hundred paces.

Ehsan Taremi warned me
that there are many lives at risk.

Fatemah Feyzi is giving a talk next week

at a university in
Liverpool to 200 people.

Now, we know there
are hardliners in Iran

who are opposing the UK's involvement

in the denuclearisation talks.

They wanna make a stand by
attacking more than one person.

Thank you, Emily.

This would all need sign
off from senior management.

- Why? Why?
- Come on.

We'll look ridiculous sounding the alarm

about an Iranian terror plot
without any actual evidence.

You look thirsty, John.
Shall I be mother?

Why not? You're only missing the pinny.

You still having sugar, John?

Two please, Gregory,
with a drop of ordinary milk.

Ordinary milk? Now, it's not a biggie,

but we do know cow no longer
assumes the mantle of normative privilege

over oat milk or soya?

Do you know, I find
it deeply problematic,

the way that you've deliberately
excluded almond milk from that.

Then tell me, Gregory,

who'll speak for the humble
and oppressed coconut?

Sorry.

What about your informant?

Mona Taremi gave us a lead on
somebody called "the General".

We were gonna speak to
Jordan about it. Thank you.

OK, you can keep going
with this for the time being,

but Mehreen is running the show.

Go and talk to Fatemah. And
you keep in touch with me, yes?

- Will do.
- Thank you.

'What do you think about Greg?'

- Ordinary Milk Guy?
- Hmm.

He's obviously not your best friend.

I put evidence on the table
and he's still nit-picking.

I mean, does he hate me
or is this something else?

I think hate's a strong word, John.

What if someone on the
inside of the organisation

gave Beeston my address?

Gangsters don't get people
inside the security service.

- My God, you are trouble.
- Yeah, but what if?

It's no wonder they're trying to
manage you out of the organisation.

Woman, Life, Freedom is, to this day,

the rallying cry for the
right to self-determination.

And this is a struggle

we must all be prepared to
continue for as long as necessary.

We must be prepared to lead. And I will.

Back off!

I had my first Threat To Life Warning

from the police ten years ago.

I'm sorry, but if I stop every
time my life is in danger,

I'd never say anything.

This isn't only about a
potential threat to YOUR life.

We believe that they're
targeting your talk

at the Liverpool Central University.

What's your evidence?

We can't share that
information right now.

If I don't see evidence,
I am not cancelling.

I will not be intimidated and
neither will my supporters.

We've been fighting for decades!

And finally, the West
is hearing our voice.

Do you know Ehsan Taremi?

You gave a talk at the
Persian Women's Action Group.

Did you see his wife,
Mona Taremi, there?

I gave the talk a few months
ago. I don't recall meeting her.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

Are you sure you don't
remember Ehsan? He knew you.

In fact, he took a great deal
of interest in your movements.

Ehsan Taremi was murdered recently

and we're trying to
establish a connection.

Take another look.

I'm sorry, I don't know him.

Five kilos of Beeston's
product is missing.

Mm-hm. I know. But I know
that this isn't a fallout over drugs.

But there's an obvious
motive for killing Ehsan.

Well, then what was
that shit with Beeston

where he took us
down to the warehouse?

They want their gear back
and they think Mona's got it.

- I think we need to speak to Mona again.
- I agree.

I think she's holding
something back from us.

Mm.

Must be miserable stuck in a
safe house for Persian New Year.

- How's she doing?
- Yeah, OK. Go through.

Hey, Mona, got you a coffee.

- Are we safe here?
- Yeah, yeah. I promise you, you are.

Look, I wanted to ask,

did Ehsan ever mention any concerns
about Fatemah Feyzi's security?

No, but everyone knows if you
speak against the government in Iran,

you may face danger.

We had some information that Ehsan

may have stolen five kilos
of Craig Beeston's heroin.

Ehsan... Ehsan wouldn't do that.

After Ehsan was killed there was
a thorough search of your property,

but I was wondering if
you had anywhere else,

perhaps in someone else's name.

A lock-up or a storage unit, a bedsit?

What is it?

Ehsan was a good man.
He wouldn't take that filth.

Forty-nine years. So, what's the secret?

You want an answer?

I'm not sure we do, actually, Dad.

Compatibility, shared interests,

and understanding who's in charge.

One also has to keep
the flame of passion...

- Oh, my God. No, Dad.
- Graham, the dining table!

No, no, you carry on, Graham.
Someone top his glass up.

How's your mother, John?

Oh, she's good. Thank you for asking.

How are her legs?

They're not so good.

But she's got one of
those mobility scooters

that she whizzes about on.

Honestly, I swear she
gets up to 60 miles an hour.

We really need to... get
up to see her with the kids.

It's been a while.

Claire was saying you're
thinking of a change of career.

No.

Well, I know you can't say anything.

And, er... I don't know
whether there's anything

to this offer of voluntary redundancy.

But you've given over 20
years of service to the country.

- Graham, don't interfere, darling.
- John's done his bit.

Why not go into the private
sector and earn some money,

and take some of the strain off Claire?

We always do things with your family.

Well, we do live in London.

We should invite my mum
down for Christmas this year.

Really?

Why not?

I don't mind her coming
down for Christmas.

But I end up running around after her.

The last time, you went off for work
and left me with her and the kids.

Kit was only three months old.

All right. Then we won't invite her.

Your dad really put
me on the spot tonight.

I'm sorry about that. But
he's worried about me.

You didn't tell me you're
not taking the redundancy.

Martin offered me partner today.

Did he?

Well, that's great. What did you say?

I said thank you very much,

but that I'd like to sleep on it
and discuss it with my husband.

It's a lot more responsibility,
and Kit's still young.

Yeah.

But, no, maybe I should
be a bit more like you.

Just out for myself.
Maybe my dad's right.

Well, your dad, he's
always right, isn't he?

Good relationships are
based on compatibility.

And maybe we're just... we're not.

And I'm sure your dad
would've been much happier

if you'd married someone like Martin.

Unfortunately, Ehsan Taremi
died because he stole heroin

with a street value of
maybe half-a-million pounds.

Which, in Craig Beeston's world,
certainly guarantees you an OBE.

- An OBE?
- One behind the ear.

Well, I hate to say it,

but I did mention you may have
been over-hyping this one. Congrats.

Thank you, Mehreen.

Your work's been first class on this.

I shall sing with an ever
greater joy at choir this evening.

Knock yourself out, Greg.

You should come along. I bet
you've a lovely singing voice.

Called Stella's Angels.
Established in the Rimington years.

Would you and Greg mind giving
John and I a moment alone, please?

This just doesn't feel right. I
think that heroin was planted.

Do you have any evidence
to back up this claim,

or is this another gut feeling?

What if Beeston was trying
to throw us off the trail?

He plants the heroin to distract

from the very real and present
threat to national security.

Your judgement's been
lacking all the way lately.

I'm your friend, but I must warn you,
things are not looking good for you.

It's out of my hands, so
there will have to be an inquiry

- into Ehsan and his killer's death.
- What for?

I can hold off senior management

as long as you're on
your way out the building,

- but if you're staying...
- Then what?

"You, Mr John Hughes, will
be taken to the village square

"and publicly flogged." Is that it?

You can't stay at State Threats.
I'll let you know your options.

Such as they are.

You OK?

Yeah, fine. You?

Huh. I was meant to be
discussing the handover

of the Taremi case with the police,

but the video conference was rescheduled.

- How annoying.
- Yeah.

What are you doing this weekend?

- I've got Ali with me.
- Your son?

Er, I won't be in on Monday, FYI.

- Cool. Have a nice day off.
- Huh! Hardly. I'm at family court.

- My ex wants to move abroad with Ali.
- Oh, shit.

Can't let that happen,
can I? I'll never see him.

Don't get divorced,
John. It's a nightmare.

- Evening.
- Hi.

Where's Claire?

Er, she's out for dinner with her boss.

Chloe's just gone up.

'It's nice to meet
you, sir. May I take your coat?'

Yes, thank you, and a
belated welcome to our home.

I hope you're happy here...
hope you WILL be happy here.

Very good. Shall we go to sleep?

- OK.
- Come on. Snuggle down.

Good night, sweetheart.

- Daddy?
- Yes-y?

Are you and Mummy getting a divorce?

No. Where did you hear that?

Mummy was talking to Grandma
and Grandpa G before you came home.

Mummy must have been
talking about one of her friends.

She said your name.

- Are we gonna live in different houses?
- No.

No, we're not gonna
live in different houses.

We're gonna live here, together.

Don't worry.

Hey.

- I love you.
- Love you too.

Come on. Go to sleep.

You could have told
me you were going out.

I've been worried.

It was a work dinner. My phone was off.

You don't have to teach
me a lesson, Claire.

I have accepted Martin's offer...

..to become a partner at the GP practice.

Congratulations.

- How was the dinner?
- Yeah, it was fun.

Good. Glad you had a nice time.

Martin's not actually that boring
once you get a drink inside him.

If it was a work thing, why did
you come home to get all dolled up?

Fuck off, John.

You look beautiful.

Oh, no, no, no.

You're not gonna charm
your way out of this one.

I bet he was licking his lips

offering you a new job and a pay rise.

I earned my promotion
through hard work and graft,

with two small children
and fuck-all help from you.

He's always liked you.

You know what I've
learned about your job?

It's that it's given you a
suspicious and paranoid mindset.

And it's only got worse as you got older.

- Why are you gaslighting me?
- Oh, I'm not gaslighting anyone.

- Do you want him?
- What?

Do you fancy Martin?

Why?

"Don't you trust me?"

'The Prime Minister is on his way

'to the White House again this morning

'as he steps up efforts to mediate
between the United States and Iran,

'as tensions rise again over
what Ayatollah Ali Khamenei claims

'is Iran's civilian nuclear
energy programme.

'It's been rumoured for some time now

'that hard-line elements have
been moving against officials

'and members of the Republican
Guard who survived the Israeli bombings

'and are suspected of
betraying the regime.

'They are labelled as enemies of...'

How are you getting along,

tidying up the Ehsan Taremi paperwork?

Swimmingly, Gregory.

I heard Simone's got
something else lined up for you.

I'm sure if she has,
I'd be the first to know.

Royal Palaces and Bollards.

There's an opportunity at Windsor Castle.

Well, I'll look forward to throwing
a ring of steel around His Majesty.

- Rudy, son?
- Chief.

Do you still keep any kit
in Technical Solutions?

- What are we talking?
- Tracker with a microphone.

Er, you'd have to go upstairs for that.

And management will
need to sign that off.

Oh... could you take a look
into a Dr Martin Leonard for me?

Leonard and Partners Medical
Centre. They're over in Balham.

He's linked to the Ehsan
Taremi investigation, is he?

Look, ask no questions, I tell no lies?

Right. OK.

I owe you a pint of that
shit hipster IPA you like.

It's all good. I'll let you know.

This should do it for
you, sir. Nice and discreet.

- Will that link to my phone?
- It will.

- How much is that?
- That's £212, please.

Will it be cash or card?

Card, please.

Thank you.

Do they call Craig Beeston "The General"?

- No.
- Who is he, then?

I don't know, but it's not Craig.

Why was Ehsan Taremi following
that dissident, Fatemah Feyzi?

How do you know about that?

You're not the only person
I'm speaking to, mate.

That's hurtful, that is.

- Is Craig planning a hit on Fatemah?
- I wouldn't know anything about that.

You'd better start
earning this 500 quid, son.

- I am.
- You're not. You've given me nothing.

Ehsan was definitely asked
by Craig to watch Fatemah.

That's all I know.

And what about The General?

That's gonna cost you, that is, mate.

You're not getting any
more money out of me.

Tell you what...

..he's not even English.

Is he Iranian?

It's possible they wanna do Fatemah.

But only Craig and Karlson and
Wesley would know about that.

'The Fear' by Lily Allen

Fuck!

Jesus fucking Christ.

All right, go on, then. Suit yourself.

'Ere you are, big man.
Get that down you.

Cheers, mucker.

- Ah. You lose again, did you?
- Shut up, mate. I was up before.

'Come on. How much you lost?'

'Fucking hell, I just won now!'

'There's 20 quid, that.
Just done 20 quid, lad.

'See you in a bit, then.'

- 'Laters, Dave, yeah?'
- 'Yeah, all right.'

'It has gone fucking dodgy
in there, mate. Hasn't it?

- 'Yeah, mate, hundred percent.'
- 'Yeah, it's fucking rough.'

- 'How much you down this week, then?'
- 'Fuck off. I'm up, I told you.'

'Good thing another
shipment's coming in.'

'That Iran stuff? Yeah. Balkan.

'Gotta go down fucking Hull for that.'

- 'Aw, I fucking hate Hull.'
- 'That's shit.'

'Going the game, then, or what?'

'Yeah, I might do, actually, if
you've still got that box going.'

'Are you still banging that
GILF from Levenshulme?'

'Fucking cheeky bastard! GILF?'

- 'Well, she is a GILF, mate.'
- 'How is it a GILF?'

'Because she's a fucking grandmother.'

'Yeah, fair enough, actually.

'Who the fuck are you shagging, then?'

'No-one, mate. Just
been focussing on myself,

'getting my grounding and that.'

- 'Is that it, yeah?'
- 'Mm.'

- 'What, doing the yoga and that?'
- 'Yeah, mate, it's just, you know...

'being at one with myself.'

'Fuck off, lad. Are you serious?'

'Lad, you can't even fucking
touch your toes. You on about?'

- 'No, but I can touch my heels.'
- 'Touch your heels, yeah?

'Gonna get into the yoga
studio, try fucking chai latte?'

'I might do, mate.

'Think about it, it's a good
place to clean the money to.'

'Could be, actually.

'Not bad.'

'Maybe I'll get one, then. Fuck it.'

'You know Craig's had me up till
three o'clock in the morning, mate.'

'So what, you lazy shit? What's up?'

'Fucking chemical
supplies again. It stinks.'

'He trusts me. He doesn't trust you.'

'Course he fucking trusts
me. What you talking about?'

'He doesn't. Or he'd have you there

'till three o'clock in
the morning, would he?'

'You're a fucking liability.'

' 'Ey, shall we get a bucket or what?

'A bargain bucket?'

'Aw, we're meeting Nico at Shere Khan.'

'Fuck's sake, mate. I
fancied some chicken as well.'

'The Khan do a top
butter chicken, mate.'

'They do, actually.'

- 'Can you just...?'
- 'Fucking hurry up?

'Do you have the bread in?

' 'Ere, you got that new bread
that they put it in the thing?'

'Oh, mate, yeah.
Fucking mint, that, innit?

- 'Mint.'
- 'Sick.

'From, er, a tandoor. Tandoor oven.'

- 'Yeah, it's well boss.'
- 'Ah, it's class.

'So, who's gonna do
that removal job, then?'

'Tell you what, mate,
I don't fucking want it.'

'Oh, yeah? You don't want
in on, er, Team GB an' all?

'It's gonna be one
for the books, that, lad.

'Craig'll bounce you to
fuck as well, you little pussy.

'What you on about?'

'Do you really wanna get
anywhere near that Team GB shite?'

'Why the fuck not?'

Do you actually know what
GB is, what it stands for?

'I don't wanna be anywhere
near it when it goes off, mate.'

I tell you something for nowt,
Jordan's not gonna be anywhere near it.

Some gob on that lad.

That boy ain't got two
brain cells to rub together.

Craig's sick of it.

What's The General's itinerary?

'Well, I heard he's flown
into Frankfurt from Tehran.

'Think he's coming in tomorrow.'

Mate, fucking Nico's here already.

'Aw, he's in that shit car again.
Fucking hate that car.

'Fucking shit, innit?'

'Aw, Karl, I'm not getting in the back.'

'Fucking get in the back, lad.

- 'What you on about?'
- 'Fuck off. You're a dickhead, mate.'

'I go in the front, you
go in the back - always.'

- 'No, not always, mate.'
- 'Yes, always.'

'This is Penelope.
Please leave a message.'

Sorry to be in touch,
Pea, but can we meet?

It's urgent. I just need a couple
of hours to get back to London.

I've got quarter of an hour, John.

- How are you?
- Fine.

You look really well.

You look older.

Come on.

There's no need to be like
that. We had something special.

In the end, it was a
year of half-decent sex

and some overheated texts and emails.

I got far too emotionally
involved, as did you.

You told me it was the
best sex you ever had.

I've said that to every man
I've ever been to bed with.

Oh, that's cold!

What do you want, John?

I mean, frankly, I can't
believe you're still in the game.

So glad I got out when I could.

I am investigating the links

between the Manchester
drugs trade and Afghan heroin

being moved along the northern
route through Iran and on to Turkey.

I'm looking for a man who
uses the alias "The General".

I think he might be flying
in in the next few days.

I focused more on the
southern route from Herat.

There's no-one in the
intelligence community

who has a better handle on the
Iran-Afghan border than you, Pea.

Don't call me Pea.

I'm afraid anything I could
tell you is... is rather out of date.

Does "GB" mean anything to you?

It's the military designation
for the chemical weapon sarin.

And what if I was to tell you

that this senior Iranian
government official

wants to use GB on UK soil?

Now, I can't have a proper
conversation with my boss

unless I can present her with some names

of the people who might
be running this operation.

'Do you really want to get
anywhere near that Team GB shite?'

'Why the fuck not?'

'Do you actually know what
GB is, what it stands for?

'I don't wanna be anywhere
near it when it goes off, mate.'

'I tell you something for nowt,

'Jordan's not gonna be
anywhere fucking near it.'

Beeston's probably diversifying
his narcotics business

and importing the party drug GHB.

It's GB. It's sarin.

You honestly think they'd
use a chemical nerve agent

as toxic and lethal as sarin?

All three of these senior figures
are involved with drug trafficking

along the Iranian-Afghan border.

It's reasonable to believe that any
one of them could be in business

with Craig Beeston and
the Langley Hill Crew.

Why? Why would he do this?

Well, perhaps there are
hardliners at the top in Iran

who survived the bombing,
don't want peace with the West

and want to undermine the President.

There's only one diplomatic
flight out of Tehran tomorrow -

into Frankfurt.

And an unscheduled chartered private jet

flying into Blackpool
later on in the afternoon.

We think that's The General's
most likely connection.

Tomorrow, the counter-terrorist
team will go to Blackpool.

And you will be meeting your
new colleagues at Royal Protection.

- You can't take this off me now.
- I can do whatever I like.

This is the appreciation I get?
Royal Palaces and Bollards?

What a fucking joke.

I'm sorry to say this,

but this attitude
proves my point exactly.

Where did you
get that cash from, Jordan?

From my mum, I swear!

I can smell the shite.

You've been talking
to that journalist guy.

The same one Ehsan spoke to.

I haven't, Craig.

Don't lie.

How many out of ten would
you rate your marriage right now?

I would say five. Honestly.

A solid five.

- Two.
- Two?

What's happened?

I went out for dinner with my boss,
to celebrate being made partner.

And I didn't tell him.

Yeah, but did you see
what you were wearing?

Left nothing to the imagination. No bra.

It was like two coat
pegs on a chapel door.

Have you any idea what
a sexist dick you're being?

Oh, I'm sorry that I'm
not middle class like you.

Sometimes I say things
and I make myself cringe.

I'm sorry.

God, I feel like all I do is
apologise for myself at the moment.

It makes me feel like shit.

Why did Claire going out for
dinner make you feel insecure?

I don't feel insecure.

I know what side my bread's buttered.

He was unfaithful to me.

You said that you would let it go.

You said that you
would try and forgive me.

Why didn't you tell
John you were going out?

Because I want him to
understand how I feel.

And do you?

John?

You seem to live such separate lives.

But what is it you have in common?

Erm...

I empathise with what
Claire does, being a doctor.

Her integrity...

..wanting to help people, public service.

That... That sort of thing.

What was it that drew you
to each other when you met?

We had a laugh.

And there was a strong
physical connection.

What can I say? I'm a magnet.

He's always got to
make a joke of everything.

It's really annoying.

Claire's kind.

And smart.

And beautiful.

I still think she's the most
beautiful woman I know.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Well, good luck with your second date.

Oh, thank you.

Yeah, we're gonna have a midnight picnic,

and I'm really excited.

Oh. OK.

Good night. I'll see you tomorrow.

I've gotta go.

- Spoil sport.
- I've got to go to work.

- Did you book to see your GP?
- I will.

John, I'm worried about you.

You need to take it seriously
and get yourself checked out.

Do we need to have
haemorrhoids chat right now?

Kit? Come on, mate.

- Chloe?
- What?

- Time to get up.
- Oh, I don't wanna get out of bed.

I'm not getting out of bed.

- Chief.
- 'All right? It's Jordan.

'Leave a message after the beep, yeah?'

When's your meeting with
the Royal Protection team?

Oh, this afternoon. Look,
whatever happens with me,

can you keep a track on Jordan's phone?

I can't get through, and
it's making me nervous.

Yeah, consider it done.

I'll miss you, Chief.

Ooh, er, that doctor you
asked me to have a look at?

Shh!

A female patient made a
complaint of sexual harassment.

And he's also got form with
the Revenue over rental income

from some properties
he owns over in Spain.

Right. Thank you, Rudy, son.

I've got FOMO.

- FOMO?
- Oh, I'm a deeply FOMO person.

The only place in the world I
wanna be now is Blackpool.

I heard what you did yesterday.
You did it. You nailed it.

You proved every single one of us wrong.

Hm.

And managed to bag myself
a new job because of it.

Nice. What is it?

Apparently, I'll be spending the
rest of my career at Windsor Castle

making sure that nobody
poisons the King's muesli.

- No!
- Mm.

How did it go in court?

It was a shitshow.

The judge gave me short shrift

because I wouldn't detail
my work commitments.

- What?
- Exactly.

I told him I would be breaching
the Official Secrets Act,

but he didn't get it.

Said family hearings are private.

Said I should be candid
about my work commitments.

- The judge just didn't get it?
- And he was all over my ex.

Indicated he had sympathy
Ali would be better off

moving and living full time with his dad.

More stability, reliability.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

I feel like the worst
mother in the world.

Come on. Come here.

It's all right.

Thank you.

Oh, God.

Bet they're all in
Blackpool now, ready to go.

I feel like I might actually puke.

Are we getting out of here or what?

- John?
- The tracker that I put on Beeston's man

is in Essex, not in Blackpool.

I think The General might be
coming in to a different airport.

'This is Simone Grant.
Please leave a message.'

- 'To what do I owe the honour?'
- Greg, we've got the wrong place.

The General's coming
in to an airport in Essex.

Epping Airfield.

That can't be right.

I've tracked one of Beeston's men there.

We need back-up, and
we need to call the airfield.

- Just do it, now.
- No, John, what...

What a dick.

- Rudy, son.
- 'Chief.'

- Go on.
- 'The code is 7-8-6-3.

- 'You want hangar 4.'
- Thank you.

Let's go.

- Who's that?
- Hmm. Security?

I think that's him.

John!

Fuck's sake.

It's him.

The General's Qasem Asadi.

OK, come on.

Fuck is that?

- Let's go.
- Oi!

- Down!
- Fuck!

Fuck!

Move!

- Fuck!
- Go! Go!

Come on.

Hey!

Fucking hell!

Come on.

Fucking them again!

Shit!

Jesus. Women drivers! Oh, God!

- Is that a service weapon?
- It's a souvenir.

Souvenir? Fucking hell.
Where'd you go on holiday?

It's my ex.

Yeah. We're OK.

We think we've positively IDed
The General as Qasem Asadi,

but we need your help.

Can you look at everything
leaving the airfield

that ANPR picks up on the A113?

Particularly westbound towards the M11.

- 'We have a problem.'
- We can't lose him.

- 'John got a tracker on them.'
- Yes. Shots were fired.

'John got eyes on Asadi,
so we're compromised.'

But don't worry.

He can still be stopped.
There's no problem.

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