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An urgency.

Wait your service.

A naked man running wild in the woods
south of Valley Road.

Suspect is armed with a knife.

Let's get him in!

Hello?

I'm on my way.

Ah, good. Yoni, please.

Thank you. Right.

Okay. One adult male brought up from A
&E found four hours ago in Ballywood.

Sprained uncle, minor cuts to the
rotors, but no serious injury. But

blood and glass. And it looks as if the
blood isn't his, but forensic potential.

And the casualty? No, not as yet.

And the patient's name? Unknown.

It's supposed to be an amnesia, that's
why we called you.

He hasn't said a word to anybody, but
the nurses have named him John West

because of the direction he's going in.

Anything else?

His medical notes.

He has healed scar tissues from old
wounds.

Some of them appear to be bullet wounds,
so the police are checking with the

military.

Okay, thank you.

Hello. I'm Elizabeth Townsend. I'm in
the psychiatric registrar.

And you are?

Your name?

How did you get here?

Ambulance.

Before then?

What?

Where?

There's blood.

Okay, 10 milligrams.

No.

You need to rest.

No! You need to rest. You hear me?

She's putting it on.

Is that a medical diagnosis?

A professional opinion based on 25 years
of policing the dregs for society,

Doctor. Inspector Barnes, CID.

And I know a con artist when I see one.

And I know when a man is in clinical
shock. I've been asked to escort you to

meeting. What kind?

Hospital management.

Lead the way.

Nice of you to join us, Dr. Watson.
Sorry.

Traffic was horrendous.

I'd be there all of the morning.

The police have closed the roads in the
valley.

I ordered the roadblocks set up in the
area where we found our man.

Let's get started.

Inspector Barnes, local CID.

Colonel Heddingham, Ministry of Defence.

Gentlemen,

our psychiatric consultant, Dr.

Watson. He's ready to start.

Dr. Hunter.

No identification as yet.

We're coming our records.

We've had the initial forensic reports
back. Now, there were three blood types.

His own and two related unknowns.

This incident has been coded high alert
pending identification.

The disarmament conference is imminent.

You think John West is a terrorist?

It's one option we can't disregard.

You alerted the military quickly.

Ordered. All unusual incidents are to be
referred to high above immediately.

Initial call from a member of the public
mentioned a man running with a knife.

He was armed?

The caller was mistaken, but we weren't
to know that at the time.

Did the caller say anything else? Didn't
even give his name. As I've said, we've

been ordered not to take any chances
while security remains on high alert.

How is West?

Sedated. Incapable of identifying
himself.

Feigning amnesia?

Well... There's no obvious head injury,
but emotional trauma can cause amnesia.

Does he have access to radio or
television?

Not in his room.

He's sedated.

There's a police officer outside his
door.

He's not had an opportunity to leave it.

Any objection to a military psychiatrist
examining him?

Do we have a choice?

Major Simmons is on his way. He will
appreciate your cooperation.

Well, I think that's everything covered.

Oakley, gentlemen.

We should hear something soon.

Oh, pardon?

The police have sent Almond's photograph
to all the TV channels.

National and local.

The amnesiac you had, missus?

Sorry, I was miles away.

You look how I feel.

The twins have been awake all bloody
night.

I've tried to escape.

Where's poor Anna escaping to?

Bed. I found the agency.

They're finding a nerve.

Consider it father.

Consider it bollock.

Anna's hard to live with when she hasn't
slept.

Have dinner with her tonight.

Thanks, I have paperwork to catch up on.

Liz, you can't keep this up.

We believe you're one of us, Mr. West.

I'm Major Thurman.

This is Colonel Heddingham.

You are?

Let's shed some light on this.

Enfield L85A1 SA80.

Known as a ball -pop SA80 assault rifle.

Calibre 5 .56mm.

Weight 4 .89.

Including four magazines in sight.

Effective range 300m. Fires 650 -800
rounds per second.

Muscle velocity 940m per second.

Slight, capable of semi - and full
-automatic fire.

Handy to use.

Ideal weapon for guerrilla and anti
-terrorist warfare.

C .R .W.

Explain.

C .R .W.

Gone through Revolutionary Warfare.

Prantic bar 15, 12 gauge, semi
-automatic.

Range 50 meters, angle sharp.

SSG.

69.

Sniper.

That's enough, Major Simmons.

Enough, Major.

I barked in all the right places, but I
still don't know my sodding name.

I don't blame you for not eating that.

What's your favourite food?

Chewbone steak.

Salad.

Onion rings.

Garlic bread.

Subbing questions is part of the
technique.

They can occasionally kick -start the
memories.

I'd have to ask permission.

Don't bother.

I know what the answer will be.

Do you prefer the countryside or the
city?

Would you like tea?

There might be cake.

I don't like sweet things.

Apart from dark chocolate.

Everyone says they can't leave a bar in
sight.

Everyone?

No, I said that.

It's a thin veil. We'll tear it down.

We?

I'm on my way to a military facility.
Not if you want to stay here.

The decision was made when I saluted
those officers, Dr. Santa.

You took your time, Dr. Santa.

John was distressed.

Colonel Haddingham is taking custody of
our patient.

You're arresting John?

Protective custody.

Every private NCO and officer in the
armed services, fitting his description,

has been accounted for.

As has every man between the age of 26
and 40 who've left the services within

the last 10 years.

Whoever West is, he's not a past or
present member of our armed forces.

Inspector Barnes has confirmed that his
fingerprints are not on foot.

So he's not a criminal?

Not one with a record.

You can't take a man into custody
because he has amnesia. Neither can we

discount the possibility that he's a
terrorist.

Until we find out who he is, he will be
detained in a secure unit. That's

monstrous. National security is
paramount, Dr. Stanton.

West may look, talk and act like a
British officer, But his mannerisms and

diction could be the result of terrorist
training.

The police guard will be replaced by
military personnel until transfer.

You will, of course, be furnished with
the necessary documentation.

Explain.

See Adam.

Counter -revolutionary warfare.

Counter -revolutionary warfare.

Liz, he's not our patient anymore.

Did you hear Ray John's accent?

English? Middle class?

The Welsh Lord.

Liz, I'm on your side.

The men in brass buttons aren't.

They're moving him out in an hour. In an
hour, I could know who he is. He might

remember. You can't seriously think
John's a terrorist.

I think it's time we were in clinic.

Can you manage without me, just this
once?

I'll give you half an hour.

Bless you.

John, I want you to look at these.

Postcards.

And then you want to send one too.

Please look at them.

Father.

Son's here.

That's the castle that was left of it.

Captain... Michael.

Captain Chaloner reporting for duty,
sir.

Very good.

Captain Chaloner will take you from here
now, Inspector.

There's a promenade that runs alongside
the river.

It's pretty but crowded in summer.

The Wellington statue by the Wellington
pub. St. Mary's Church.

The hook on the side of the church that
used to hang people.

Uncle Dave, we're so close. I'm about to
be moved.

There's my car.

Hold on.

A guard's been shot in John's room.

We're on our way.

Trist's overseeing the evacuation of
patients and staff. We've covered the

perimeter and exits.

West isn't getting out.

Chaloner, make sure that he doesn't.
Pass down the command.

Shoot to kill.

Sir? That's an order, Captain.

We can't afford another dead soldier.

Killing hand -to -hand.

No sighting. Shoot on my command only.

Why do you want me dead?

I don't.

Amanda tried to kill me.

Who sent him?

I don't know.

Take off your coat.

Hostage situation.

Hold your fire.

The next one goes in her head.

Okay. Okay.

Clear the area.

Elizabeth!

Hostage situation. We have lost visual
on the target. All units, search

buildings and grounds in vicinity of
Ward 2.

Move.

Don't you move.

Quick little bounce back.

Fancy? Yeah.

Critical burns patient transferring to
county with military escort.

Do not stop at the gate.

Repeat, do not stop at the gate.

I need your keys.

10, 30 to 35 years of age, with green
eyes and short black hair, possibly

travelling with a female hostage.

Police believe the suspect to be armed
and dangerous and should not be

approached by the public. If sighted,
please telephone the police.

In other news, a diplomatic row was
broken out in advance of the

Disarmament Conference.

Hmm.

You never lost your memory, did you?

It's like the dark chocolate.

I don't know how I know.

I just know.

I'll be right here.

Get some sleep.

You're not living up to your commanding
officer's appraisal of you, Chaloner.

Any sightings? None, sir.

A box of photographs of Welsh towns was
found in West's room.

The Ward 50 said Dr Santa used them to
prompt patients' memories.

It's possible she succeeded.

The Brecon file was out. I've ordered a
search of the town. Discreet search, I

trust. Civilians can be very peculiar
about military presence, even when we're

there to protect them.

One thing's for certain, West is long
gone from here.

There's no point in us remaining.

I want you to set up a new command
center, Chaloner.

Pirate headquarters is as good as
anywhere.

Report any sightings.

Simmons.

Accompany Chaloner.

Our man may need a shrink if he's taken
alive.

Come.

Stand easy, Ferdinand. What's up?

Keep in close contact.

Sir.

You've organised the Brecon operation,
Sergeant?

Yes, sir. But the men are trainees.

They're not up to much.

You say that about every intake.

Even the one I came in on.

I found some women's clothes.

I'll get one for you.

Bathroom.

Unknown man nicknamed John West, because
he was running in a westward direction,

is wanted to assist police with their
enquiries in connection with six

three dead soldiers, Private Sean Thomas
and Rhys Jones, Corporal Andrew

Edwards, Nurse Julie Adams, David
Watson, consultants for characters, all

from gunshot wounds.

Paramedic Joe Benedict was found shot
dead in the back of an ambulance.

West was apprehended last night after
police received anonymous calls from a

member of the public saying he was armed
with a knife.

West is yet to be identified by police.

who say they are not ruling out
terrorism.

He was admitted to hospital and
diagnosed with amnesia by Dr. Elizabeth

who is presumed to have been taken
hostage.

Members of the public are warned not to
protest.

If you're excited, please call 999.

We'll have more on the top story at the
end of the programme. In other news

today...

Murder. It had nothing to do with you.

The paramedic was fine when we left.

My neck.

I'd say run as fast and as far away from
me as you can.

But that still might not be enough to
keep you alive.

He can't have disappeared into thin air,
sir.

He has brandy and hypothermia blankets.

He's holed up, sir.

Stuff and nonsense.

You don't want to admit that he slipped
through your net.

We've searched the beacon, sir.

Wherever he is, he's not on the move.

I want you to extend the search 20 miles
from the point where he last jumped.

Simmons, liaise with local police.

Contact National Forces.

You were close to Dave Watson.

I worked with him for three years.

He was so special.

His wife's just our twins.

You married?

You were killed last year.

We can't change the past.

But as the saying goes, you'll be no use
to anyone.

Where's that come from?

Given my saluting skills.

It's an old army adage.

This place, what does it belong to?

I don't know.

Children's door rings on the walls.

If we look, maybe we'll find something.

After everything I've done to you, you
want to help me?

Given the trailer parties, I have a
feeling it wouldn't last long without

Do you recognise anything?

Feels familiar, but...

I don't feel like any of it's mine.

Not even the pictures?

Furnished like a second home or a
holiday let.

Are you saying it's useless in looking?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

There must be something here that will
tell us who you are.

You remember the photograph of Brett
that I showed you?

You said Michael.

Didn't you see the plaque as we walked
down the lane?

We're in St Michael Street.

Well, there must be a connection between
you and this place.

What's the first thing you remember?

Running in the woods.

Further back.

We could try hypnosis.

I'm not a good subject.

How do you know?

The same way I know how to steal cars
and use guns.

You drove straight here.

You knew where the key was kept.

You must know someone in the town.

You suggesting we do door -to -door
inquiries?

If we go out after dark, you might
recognise something.

Given the media coverage, I wouldn't get
as far as the corner.

I can't go out.

But you can.

I'm not the one who needs a memory,
Charles.

You can buy him things.

I'll give you a lift.

And what if someone recognises me?

We'll make sure they don't.

Colonel Headingham wants an update.

We're not fully set up.

Information's just come in, sir?

Yes, sir.

Well, that depends on how you looked at
it, sir.

All nations are downsizing military,
casting highly trained operatives

Experts in espionage, sabotage,
assassination.

Relevance price.

Brass has reason to believe, sir, that
NATO ex -military are training these

operatives for Middle East terrorists.

Operatives, sir, who could be sent into
the disarmament conference.

Even ex -military officers have to eat.

Do we have proof of this?

No confirmation, sir, but neither can
the hypothesis be ruled out.

And in the meantime...

I have all available men on the ground.

Sit.

John?

Where did you get this from?

Turn left when you leave the yard.

Left at the road. You'll see the shop.

Okay. You too.

Hello. Hiya, I can have these please.

You were a long time.

About food?

Plenty in the freezer.

Not steak?

To get things hard for.

Yeah.

We might need them.

Found you a helmet.

Do I look like a biker?

So I won't be the first woman to ride on
the back of your bike.

It'll be though.

Is there a risk of me going out?

Aside from the obvious?

If your memory returns, there's no
predicting how you'll react.

I hate motorbikes.

You ever been on one?

Sir.

You're asking me to storm the place on
the basis of information received.

I understand you're giving me a direct
order.

No, sir.

Yes, sir.

Sighting?

We've been given an address in St.
Michael's Street.

Heddingham wants us to storm the place.

Tonight.

Did you recognise anything on the way?

I could draw you a map of this town.

I know every street.

And this pup.

Two lagers, please.

When would you come here?

After walking in the mountains.

Clearing the river.

You're thinking of the equipment in the
garage.

That's all I've got to go.

Excuse me.

Can you help me, please?

That depends what it is, miss.

I used to know someone who lived on St.
Michael's Street.

Oh, accountants took over all those
buildings ten years back.

Or converted it into a bloody awful
offer to the flats.

Not Old Man Davies' place, they did.

That's still a house.

Are you sure? Yes, I'm sure. But soon.

I don't know. Who owns it now?

Oh, Holiday Let.

Just like everything else around here.

We need to go.

Okay, thank you.

Come and go.

Thank you very

much.

John?

Are you alright?

We can do better than this.

I prefer Spanish red to French red.

That's strange.

I can remember that, but I can't even
remember my name.

I know.

Let's try hypnosis.

If I go crazy, lock me in here and run.

Just relax.

Place your hands by your sides.

Think your head deep into the pillow.

Push your hands against the floor.

Close your eyes.

Just relax.

Where are you?

What?

What are you doing?

Run.

Drift back.

half an hour, one hour.

John you're back Well

you Reckon

John not John I

was in pain What kind of pain

unbearable

It was a hand.

With a gun.

Your hand?

No.

It was a scar.

Puckered like a centipede.

Did you see a face?

I thought when I reached here I'd find
answers.

Not because of you.

Did I kill those people in the hospital?

Did you?

I have no memory of doing so.

I can't remember.

When you leave the infected, you will
remember.

Your memory will return.

You're my patient.

You're my hostage.

I'm going to have a bath.

Then I'm going to bed.

I suggest you do the same.

Amen.

Dear God.

It looks like you screwed up again,
Chaloner.

I believe they're on a motorbike, sir.

Together, really?

It would appear so, yes. Yes, it would
also appear he's got the best of you

again, wouldn't it?

West has claimed another victim.

You can issue the press release,
Captain.

Sir.

He talked to the police last night.

Sounded like Arabic.

Look at it.

Nothing but bloody sheep.

Well, he could be hiding among them.

Sheep run a bloody mile if anyone goes
near them.

We ate meffa last night next to a car.
We'll be in London by now.

Why would anyone want to go there?

Pop our pitpads? No!

Get a move on!

Bloody squazzy.

Therapy. You should.

I only recognised it because we have two
Arab doctors in the hospital.

I could be mistaken.

I never should have been involved in
this.

I could be a terrorist.

Someone who works for intelligence
services.

They would have hauled me in by now.

I'm sorry, sir, but no way.

We'd have spotted him if he crossed Pen
Yvan. We've had patrols there all day.

Perhaps he stole a car.

I checked.

Organise a house -to -house search.

Talib wants as well.

West arrived in London from Frankfurt
five days ago.

He's travelling on a forged Chilean
passport in the name of John Arisman.

It's believed he's been briefed to
infiltrate the conference.

Arisman's definitely West, sir. No doubt
about it, according to intelligence.

I just wish we could be more certain
than believed he's about to infiltrate.

Still... We can only go on the
information we've been given.

Your brief, Challoner?

Yes, sir. It's come out.

The media conference has been called for
this morning.

Can I state that we're confident that
West will soon be apprehended?

Are you okay, sir?

Mm.

Perfectly well priced, thank you for
asking. I enjoy spending the odd night

up in a basement.

We found the vehicle, sir.

If you went out fully loaded... Which I
did.

Then there's some items of survival kit
missing, sir.

We've contacted HQ.

Oh, good.

I'm sure they're immune.

Not at all, sir.

He could have gone anywhere from here.

Llandudbury, Astragalus, Merthyr. Or he
could have gone for ground.

You think he may have returned to
Brecon, sir?

I haven't a bloody clue, Sergeant.

Ma 'am, thank you for your kind
hospitality and the delicious breakfast.

sorry to have troubled you.

You're welcome.

Hey, Captain, when you find him, ask him
did he enjoy the pasta.

We could have got six lunches out of
that.

Yes, I'm starving.

I'm afraid to ask where this has come
from.

There was a Mercedes in the drive.

They can stand the loss.

You do realise, sooner or later, they'll
catch up with us.

You've managed to avoid them so far.

Made me stupid.

We've been lucky.

You can't be thinking of giving up.

On my terms.

What if I wasn't with you?

I should never have dragged you into
this.

Well, you did, and we're here.

What happened between us?

I should never have touched you.

Do you regret it?

I might, if I knew who I was.

We could try hypnosis again.

Later.

Where are you?

Straight.

Well

done.

Head of Security, the conference is an
incredible honor.

How'd you know about the job?

The colonel in your regiment told me
when he helped me find this place.

You shouldn't know that.

It should be me helping you.

Hey, I got you guys some gifts.

Well, aren't you a lucky girl. Thank
you.

It's all for you.

Really? Oh, thank you.

Richard, this must have cost a fortune.

Move! Only known photograph of John
Harrison.

Five foot ten.

Green eyes.

Short black hair.

No distinguishing features.

Linguished mercenary.

Military trained.

This is our man.

He's killed seven, including three of
our own.

Shoot on sight.

Dismissed.

With respect, sir, you didn't sleep last
night.

The men are fresh.

And you are wounded, Sergeant.

Our man jumped here.

We had 200 men out within the hour and
came up with nothing.

Yesterday, we searched this area.

In the early hours, he's here.

Aside from me, no one's seen him or Dr.
Vance since they jumped from the

ambulance.

Between what Wes took from the pub and
my vehicle, he can hold up for days.

He has gone to ground.

Given the lack of sightings, I'd say
less than an hour's walk from where he'd

done with my transport.

He knows we'll soon have orders to move
the search on.

All he has to do is sit tight till he
feels us pull out.

What's our strength?

Forty men.

Eight NCOs, including me.

Four officers, including yourself, sir.

Thirteen four -man patrols. We
concentrate on a five -mile area from

led the transport.

Move out on the table.

It's okay, you're still all fine.

You're safe.

Show the hand with the scar again.

There was a hole.

Blood.

You see a face?

No.

I'm going.

This time you're not coming with me.

I need you to be safe.

You think I'd be safe without you?

But thanks to Dave, the paramedics, the
soldiers, they're all dead.

Put your thumb here.

I'm just going to take a look around,
okay?

Okay, boys, fan out. I want a 100 -yard
sweep.

Go.

I want two things.

Dr. Santa's safety.

An entrance into HQ.

Not a problem.

Dad!

I thought I said stay with the kids.

I know too much to be left behind.

I'm coming with you.

There are six dead.

Seven.

Give us a moment.

Call off search.

Dr. Santa, good to see you looking so
well.

Mr. Simmons.

Dr. Santa, may I offer you an escort to
more comfortable quarters?

I haven't travelled this far with John
to abandon him, no.

Well done, Shalana.

I'll take it from here.

You'll be called if you're needed.

Sir, the prisoner surrendered to me on
condition I remain with him.

During debriefing. You are not
authorised to grant conditions,

Dismissed. With due respect, sir, not
until the prisoner's been debriefed.

Are you disobeying a direct order,
Chaloner?

Sir, I've already questioned the
prisoner.

This man is a psychopath, responsible
for the deaths of at least seven men

we know of. He hasn't killed anyone.

Dr. Sanford, don't you recognise your
own symptoms?

You have Stockholm Syndrome.

Well done, Colonel McKenna. Head of
Security, the conference is an

honour. How do you know about the job?

The Colonel in your regiment told me.
You shouldn't know that.

Situation under control.

Two wounded.

Three dead.

My name's Richard McKenna.

Colonel McKenna.

But you know that.

There'll be an investigation.

Not by you.

You get court -martialed for this, chum,
huh?

You'll get 30.

Who's taken my place as chief security
advisor at the conference?

Who's taken my place?

Aerosmith.

You paid a mercenary.

I'm indelible to be a fashion maker.

Why?

This conference will destroy our armed
forces.

Its politicians are bent on dismantling
our defenses.

They think they can fight wars by remote
control.

They think they can fight battles

By television.

The names of all involved.

We can do this all night.

He appointed me security advisor to the
conference.

Why does Wade Leicester still appoint
you?

I didn't recruit him.

He's too much of a coward for that.

Why me?

Qualifications. Experience.

Health. We fitted a general description.

We look alike.

No.

You've been in the Middle East for three
years.

No one's seen you recently.

Like all the people I came into contact
with.

How did it feel towards the killing of
an unarmed woman in Childhillingham?

I didn't kill them.

Your man fired the bullets.

Your wife rented a property.

There was a chance we could.

Where are the bodies of my wife and
child?

Pryce buried them in the gun.

Hand me on that list of stationed here.

One captain, two lieutenants, Sergeant
Pryce, four corporals, six privates

including the three dead.

However you are punished.

Wherever you go.

Keep looking at me, I'm sure.

One day I'll be there.

And it won't be a dream.

Delegates are making their way home from
the International Arms Conference,

which has been hailed as a great
success.

The Prime Minister prays that security
arrangements... Come in.

Dr. Thanta.

How's John?

No one will tell me anything.

The man you know as John West has been
taken good care of.

I trust your leg has healed?

It has.

I didn't need to be captured for a week.

Our doctors wanted to ensure that you'd
recovered mentally as well as physically

from your ordeal. I'm a psychiatrist.

So you appreciate their thoroughness.

John believed he'd be killed as soon as
he was taken into custody.

Colonel McKenna is not in custody.

If he's not in custody, why can't I see
him?

He's traumatised.

He witnessed the murder of his wife and
child.

He is receiving medical attention, Dr.
Senter. You are aware.

We can't release you until you find the
official secrets act.

I won't sign anything until I see him.

John West was shot while resisting
arrest.

Any resemblance between Colonel McKenna
and John West will be assumed to be

coincidental.

What about the rest, then?

For your own safety, please, forget that
name.

I'm not at liberty to say anything more
than to be released to the media.

The disarmament conference was a
success.

And Colonel Heddingham?

Has resigned his commission on medical
grounds.

Dr. Satter, please, come with me. You
have forms to fill in.

I won't sign anything until I see John.

No effort will be spared to fully
rehabilitate him.

You'll receive compensation for the
distress you've suffered.

But I talked to him.

I regret that's impossible.

Please.

Rasmus, nothing to report.

Sooner or later the fix on his location
will be the first to know.

24 -7 surveillance files for the past
year.

How did you get this?

Don't ask.

Since she left here, she's been living
like a nun.

Home to hospital, hospital to home.

Travel with Hannah.

We have a fix on his location.

You're flying east one hour.

On my way.