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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.

GUNSHOT 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.

HORN HONKS

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.

KNOCKING, DOOR OPENS

SIMONE CLEARS THROAT 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?

SIMONE CLEARS THROAT 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.

DOOR OPENS

'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.

CHUCKLES

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! BELL DINGS

CHATTER

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?

METAL DOOR RATTLES

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.

JOHN CHUCKLES

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?

TOILET FLUSHING

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.

CLEARS THROAT

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.

DISHES CLINKING

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.

HE KISSES Come on. Go to sleep.

FRONT DOOR OPENS

GLASS CLINKS, LIQUID TRICKLES

You could have told me you were going out.

SHE CHUCKLES 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 CHUCKLES 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.

DOOR OPENING

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.

HE EXHALES Will it be cash or card?

Card, please.

Thank you.

DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE

SIREN WAILS

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.

SCOFFS 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... CLEARS THROAT

...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.

FRUIT MACHINE BEEPING

KARLSON GROANS 'Come on. How much you lost?'

'Fucking hell, I just won now!' BANGING

'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?' LAUGHS

'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.' RADIO DISTORTS

'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.'

DISTORTION INTENSIFIES

'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?'

RADIO DISTORTS

'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.'

KARLSON TRILLS LIPS '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.'

CAR HORN TOOTS 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.'

RADIO DISTORTS

'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.

HE EXHALES 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?

JORDAN, SHAKILY: From my mum, I swear!

JORDAN WHIMPERS 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.

JORDAN STRAINS, CHOKES

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.

MARTA GIGGLES

I've gotta go.

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

THEY GIGGLE

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?

SHE CHUCKLES

Kit? Come on, mate. PHONE PINGS

Chloe? What?

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

I'm not getting out of bed.

RINGING TONE

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.

SHE CHUCKLES

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.

SHE LAUGHS 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.

PHONE PINGS 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.

RINGING TONE

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

RINGING TONE

'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.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

Who's that? Hmm. Security?

I think that's him.

John!

Fuck's sake.

CAMERA CLICKS

It's him.

The General's Qasem Asadi.

OK, come on.

Fuck is that?

Let's go. Oi!

Down! Fuck!

GUNFIRE

Fuck! GUNSHOTS

Move!

Fuck! Go! Go!

Come on. GUNFIRE CONTINUES

Hey!

SHOUTING IN FARSI

Fucking hell!

Come on.

Fucking them again!

SHOUTING

Shit!

GUNFIRE

Jesus. Women drivers! Oh, God!

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

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

PHONE BUZZING

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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