All language subtitles for Spooks 205 VO

- Ever thought of jumping?
- Have you any idea of the trouble

suicides cause local authorities?

What a machine man's thought!
Machine man!

Stop it! Stop! Stop!

I've thought of jumping.

Not into a river but out of my life.
Out of the country.

Run away with me.

- I booked a hotel room. You don't mind?
- No, I love it.

Oh, no!

How dare you put an obbo team on me!

You didn't even say you were
seeing this man! For God's sake, Zoe!

- I don't want to see you any more.
- What?

I can't have my work compromised.

Let's go!

(Ruth) 'At dawn today, armed Special
Forces raided a warehouse in Kings Cross.

'Lnformation had been received
that a terrorist group

'was using it as a bomb factory.

'The building was unoccupied.

'There was, however,
evidence of an attack being planned.

'There were maps of Whitehall

'with CCTV camera positions
marked and dead spots calculated.

'The group's details are unknown.
Level of threat is Blue: AVA.'

(Man) This way!

(Ruth) 'Local people have heard firing

'on an abandoned army range
in the Brecon Beacons.

'Surveillance revealed
basic military training in progress.

'Those involved have been identified
as a militant animal rights group.

'Surveillance shows the target is
a research laboratory in Bristol.

'Level of threat - Blue: AVB.

'A van holding several drums has been
parked in an East End car park for 24 hours.

'Lt belongs to the group Patmos.
Their ideology is survivalist.

'Awaiting intel on precise destination of van.
Level of threat - Blue: B/B.

'A suspect connected to the sale
of sensitive nuclear information

'has been under surveillance
for three weeks.

'The interrogation of Christopher Jennings
by Ml5 Special Information Unit is ongoing.'

You are Christopher John Jennings.

You work as a maintenance engineer
at Sefton B Nuclear Power Station.

You recently received a transfer
in your bank account of �100,000.

We believe you sold information
about the plant

to terrorists operating out of North Africa.

Oh, God!

'Level of threat
from Jennings' activities - Red: A.

'Total number of listed threats - 27.

'This concludes the weekly report.'

Good morning, world.

Egypt.

The hotel's on an island
in the middle of the Nile,

near Thebes and the Valley of the Kings.

We can drive out into the desert

and spend the night under the stars
shagging ourselves stupid.

No way can I go to Egypt.

- You've got some leave.
- I cannot. I can't.

- Can't or won't?
- They'd never give me clearance.

Oh, the mysterious "they".
Your spooky bosses.

Take the tickets back.
If they're difficult, I'll go halves with you.

If you don't come to Egypt with me...

I'll break this window.

- Oh, Vicky, don't be ridiculous.
- (Bashes window)

You're gonna dump me, aren't you?

Look, let's go and have lunch
and talk about it.

OK? The Clock Tower.

- Yes?
- Expensive. Definitely a dumping lunch.

One o'clock.

Right, then.

Windows are safe until one o'clock.

Hey, Tom.
I saw that Jude Law film last night.

- And how was that for you?
- That'd be telling.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Have you ever been on a barge?
- A what?

Me and some mates are going to
East Anglia this weekend on the canals.

- You'll all fall in and get that rats' disease.
- Not coming, then?

Nah.

- What are you up to this weekend?
- Red flagged. Classified.

Harry's in early.

- He's got some people with him.
- The water cooler's half empty.

- (Rumbling)
- What was that sound?

The registry lift. The door bangs.

Maintenance here is poor.
Like half-empty water coolers.

- Got the weekly threat assessment?
- Yep. They like it dumbed down.

- Bike's waiting for it.
- Good.

Zoe, the employee at Sefton B.

- Can you check the interrogation...?
- I've just got in.

- Did Danny come in with you?
- Obviously not.

Tom, this is Bridget Sands and
Mark Woolly, quizzers from St Albans.

Bridget. Mark.

- They'll update us on the Sefton B suspect.
- How are things at St Albans?

Oh, there's pressure on us to break
what terrorist suspects we have.

- Break?
- Yes.

(Sighs)

Zoe, are you all right?

I suppose everybody heard what happened -

me and the love
of my life caught on camera.

- Did you see the tapes, Sam?
- Tom told Colin to destroy them.

- Not before everybody had a good letch.
- No.

Do you know what really gets me?
It's the feeling that all those people...

- (Alarm blares)
- Oh, shit!

Can we all just pay attention?
The major incident alert has sounded!

As I was saying,
the major incident alarm has sounded.

The book states when the alarm
sounds no one shall leave or enter.

- (Whispers) This is a glorified fire drill.
- More than that. Terrorist attack!

Bali, Kenya, the Moscow Theatre.
At any minute, it will happen here.

- So we need Danny.
- You're Em-Ex Officer.

- Malcolm. Can we open this?
- There's a manual override.

- Do we have to be here?
- Sorry. Everyone must take part.

- We've got to brief the home secretary.
- Can't help.

We knew an EERE exercise would be
sprung on us some time this month.

- And EERE is?
- Extreme Emergency Response Exercise.

Good. The first rule is all officers
will respond

to any situation
thrown at them professionally.

- We treat this as real.
- Oh, what fun.

- (Alarm blares)
- You're late.

Tom is Em-Ex Officer.
Will somebody close that bloody thing?

- What's that?
- A drill.

- A big one?
- Dunno.

Listen, do you fancy
coming up the canals tomorrow?

- A barge trip?
- Booze barge.

- OK.
- Oh. Can I come after all?

- It is the countryside.
- Yeah, makes it cheaper.

Can we get this moving? Tom is Em-Ex.
That's Emergency Executive Officer.

He will coordinate all our efforts.

Somewhere in the building an EERIE team
tells us about an emergency.

- As it unfolds, they assess our response.
- What about our work?

We put aside everything until it's over.
Folks, we take this seriously.

Imagine a major incident is in progress.

- Remember what we do...
- We gather, identify and destroy.

Thank you. We gather what we can
about threats to national security,

identify enemies of the state

and send in the appropriate forces
to close them down.

That's what we do in emergencies like this.

- Colin, Malcolm, you're the technical team.
- Techies of the day.

Zoe, monitor radio broadcasts.
Try and see what's happening. Yes?

Yes.

- Sam, Ruth - research team.
- Goody.

Danny, you're liaison officer
and my second in command.

The rest, including our guests - sorry,
Mark and Bridget - muck in as required.

- Rock'n'roll.
- Let's talk to the Duty Room.

I suppose we go along with this.

Yes, but if it is an emergency,
then we can't be stuck here.

Patching her through... now.

'There's been an explosion
in Parliament Square.'

- Do we know what kind?
- 'Not yet.

'But I'm duty room officer and the drill is to
seal everywhere in Thames House, in case.'

- Of what?
- If it was nuclear we wouldn't be here

but it could be a radioactive dirty bomb.

People will get radiation poisoning
then cancers, deformed children...

This is in Parliament Square?
Half a mile away?

Latest intelligence says about ten
are being made somewhere in London.

It was in my briefing two weeks ago.

What are the emergency services doing?

'I don't know.
There's a lot of confusion here.'

- (Rumbling)
- Oh, God.

- What?
- C section and the Registry!

- I can't lock them down.
- Why not?

- The system's not working!
- Why is it that nothing here works?

- I can't get a signal.
- The damper cage must be down.

- What does that mean?
- Our phones and mobiles won't work.

- We're totally cut off.
- I must call the hospital! My daughter's...

- Immigration? Section A and D?
- Sorry. The locking switches won't work.

Is it just the grid and the control room
that are locked down?

'At the moment.'

- It's on Radio 4.
- Put it on the speakers.

Dot, lock down the building.

(Man on radio) 'We'll know more
as this unfolds.

'To repeat - a bomb has exploded
in Parliament Square.

'Reports are sketchy but police are asking
traffic to avoid Parliament Square,

'the area around Westminster
and the Embankment.

'We have our reporter Ed Hadley
on the scene in Central London.

'Ed, what can you tell us? '

(Ed) 'I'm near the Cenotaph.
Police are asking drivers to evacuate

'and people are leaving their cars
and running past me up Whitehall.'

- 'And this is because...? '
- 'There is the fear of another explosion.'

- Explosion of what, stupid man?
- It's the Downing Street scrambler.

Zoe, monitor the radios. Mary, stay with Dot.

- 'Ls this Five? '
- Yes. Who's this?

'Paul Dunbarton, Downing Street Em-Ex.
Who are you? '

Tom Quinn, Em-Ex at Thames House.

- Where are you?
- 'DeFen D-Ten.'

- The Cabinet Office bunker.
- The PM and Cabinet are off to Turnstile.

- Downing Street's been evacuated?
- 'Lt's the new post-9/11 procedure.

'Helicopters land on Horse Guards.
The PM and Cabinet

'will be at Turnstile in 50 minutes.
We need to know who's behind this.'

Could be one of ten or more groups.
We'll get back to you.

- And the royal family?
- 'They were at Sandown.

'They're being taken to the nuclear bunker
at Windsor Castle.'

Keep this line open.
Sam. In the contingencies file

is the London Emergency Services Liaison
Major Incident Procedure Manual.

- Distribute copies, please.
- Right. What's Turnstile?

- Let's all slide along the learning curve.
- It's an alternative seat of Government.

It's under the Cotswold Hills
in between Bath and Corsham.

In an attack, the Cabinet and 250 officials
and scientists would go there.

- Would you go?
- Just the director general. We make do.

What if we die
and they have no country to run?

A country with no people
is a politician's dream.

Danny, get the big map set up.

Zoe, something else I want you to do.

- Keep a log of events and our responses.
- If I must.

- Colin, break out the EPCUs.
- EP...?

Emergency Protective Clothing Units.

In the lockers at the back
of the forgery suite.

(Chattering and giggling)

- Get in your protective gear.
- It's loose and smells.

Put it on!

- You too, Zoe.
- These suits are totally...

Take it off.

These suits are totally inadequate.

They're low-level anti-radiation
with iodine filters in the masks for dust.

They'd be useless! We should have
integrally-sealed barrier suits

- with breathing apparatus...
- Malcolm!

Sorry. If we're going
to take this seriously...

All right. Forget it. Take 'em off.
Take 'em off. Danny, come here.

- Is your boss on top of this?
- Absolutely.

- Radio 4's just gone off air.
- Submarine warning.

- What's that, Ruth?
- It's for nuclear submarines at sea.

If the country's under threat of attack,
Today will go off air.

I don't think it's that.

- Tom, the woman in the duty room.
- She's pulling the comm circuits.

- Dot!
- Everything goes through there.

She could cut us off completely.

'Don't worry. I'm sorting it out.'

Dot, what is happening
on other floors? Section C?

We need to be connected to the
Metropolitan Police Central Control Room.

Can you put us through, please?

No.

Dot?

Dot, I'm losing you. Dot?

- Don't...!
- Dot, don't touch anything!

We have to keep the channels open.

Do not touch anything! Stop!

Look, I don't want to, but...
What if this isn't a drill?

The telly.

(Man) 'People are running!
Something's happened! '

What's happening out there?
What's doing this?

It's got to be technical.

- I'll check the circuit breakers.
- I'll give you a hand.

What the hell is going on?

I've got it. I've got it.

- OK?
- Yeah, put it there.

- Anything?
- Nothing.

- Tom, we've got something!
- On the cable link?

- Somehow.
- Right! Everyone, in here!

Get Harry for me, will you?

- Can we talk to him? Can we?
- I don't know if he's got a mic.

- Where is he?
- Looks like a vehicle.

How do we communicate with him?
It looks like a sort of van.

- A mobile incident control room?
- Zoe, what do we know about that?

It's always sent to the site
of a major incident.

A small lab for analysis,
radios and Computer Aided Despatch.

That's how they're reaching us -
via satellite to the cable network.

- P...?
- Parliament Square.

VX.

- Not the gas.
- Dear God.

- Lost it...
- Get it back!

VX...

Ahem.

- Sorry.
- It's all right, Ruth.

- It's the thought...
- Sam, you've been working on this.

Let's be absolutely clear
about what this stuff does.

Well, it's one of the deadliest
nerve agents ever developed.

- This is its formula.
- Look at the chlorine bonding in that.

- Makes it almost indestructible.
- VX was first developed by us,

at Porton Down, Wiltshire in 1952,
where it was first tested.

- It's a grade double-A weapon.
- That means devastating.

The British traded the technology with
the US for information on the H-bomb.

- Oh dear.
- It is odourless. Its molecules are adhesive.

It's virtually impossible to remove them
from suffaces they stick to.

As a liquid, it's a green, viscous slime.

It stops nerve endings
communicating with each other.

VX is absorbed through the skin
or the eyes and acts almost immediately.

It takes between one and two hours
to result in death.

- The LD...
- LD?

Lethal dose.

The lethal dose is as little
as ten milligrams for humans.

The only known countries to possess VX

are the US, France, Russia and Iraq,
according to the coalition.

Britain, after inventing it, abandoned stocks
in favour of thermonuclear weapons.

- Is there an antidote?
- Yes. Atropine.

It is itself highly toxic.

For it to work, it has to be
injected directly into the heart.

One sweet weapon.

I was thinking technically.

Now we know it's VX gas,
we need to seal the Grid as best we can.

The air conditioning's down,
so the air's ours.

What about the water in the loos?

The water's in tanks on the roof.

The stuff could get in up there,
if we're going to get picky.

So we shut the loos down
and set up emergency toilets.

- I didn't mean...
- Patch me back to Parliament Square.

I must talk to him, come on.

- Try the backup router.
- I tried that but...

- (Low roar)
- Whoa!

Can you hear me?

OK, what exploded? A car?

Bigger than a car?

Er, a van? We need to know more.
Can you look at the wreckage?

- What's he mean?
- He's linked to air in the vehicle.

- His cylinder must be empty.
- What's going on?

We must find out more
about who did this

and we must know more about
their vehicles. Do you understand?

- You've asked her to breathe the air?
- Shh. What's your name?

'Stephanie Mills. Steph.

'My air cylinder was half-full.
I've used the fixed supply. It's a farce!

'The tube doesn't reach the driving seat,
so I haven't been able to...

- 'Nothing bloody well works! '
- Absolutely!

- What's your job?
- 'I'm a firefighter.'

- And your major incident training's done?
- 'Course! '

- Stephanie, the van.
- 'You're thinking, what's in it? '

'Yeah. Anything that can
help us find out who did this.'

It's part of my job, isn't it?

- Investigate the causes of the incident.
- 'You're the only one who can.'

- Who are you, anyway?
- I'm the Em-Ex at Thames House.

Ml5! James Bond behind a desk.
Getting others to do the dirty work.

That's me.

See you, then.

You've just asked someone
to go to their death.

Yeah. Let me know when she gets back.

(Sighs)

- Can the database help us with this gas?
- Not really. It's available everywhere.

There are a lot of old
Soviet stocks on the market.

(Man) What's going on?
(Woman) What's happening?

All right, don't panic!
There are more hand lamps.

She's back!

Stephanie?

'They're dead. They're lying about, dead.'

- Did you see the vehicle that exploded?
- 'Lt was white, I think.

'The top and one side was blown out

'but it had a sign on it - planets -
and said Pluto Removals.'

Oh, heaven.

Thanks, Stephanie. Put the rest
of your suit back on now, please.

- 'I don't think there's any point.'
- Of course there is.

'The House of Commons is outside.
If they're all dead, I can go in for a drink.

'They're all drunks in there,
so there are lots of bars.'

Put your mask back on now, Stephanie.

- 'What's your name? '
- Tom.

'Want to come
and have a drink with me, Tom? '

No.

- 'Scary place, the House of Commons.'
- I think it is today.

Protect yourself as best you can.

- Be professional.
- 'Like you? Sending me out to breathe VX?

'Do your best for people.'

We will.

'I'm off for that drink.

'I'll raise a glass to say
good luck to you, Tom.'

(Ruth) It was in the loony file.

It showed up on the weekly Level A routine
Special Branch trawl of websites.

We mentioned it in the weekly report
just to keep the numbers up.

- But then it struck me. Do you see?
- (Tom) Do I see what?

The group signed itself Patmos -

the Greek island
where St John wrote Revelation.

- The book of the end of the world.
- What threat did they make?

To bomb ten British cities.

London, Edinburgh, Cardiff,
Leeds, Nottingham, Birmingham,

Bath, Coventry, Manchester, Newcastle.

It's the usual survivalist fantasy -

destroy the cities,
the pure in heart will survive in the hills.

- Did they mention gas?
- Oh, yes.

Here's the text.

"The British Whore's Last Breath."

It's real, isn't it?

After all the warnings about
an attack on Britain, it's happened.

We knew it was coming.
The Government knew.

Smallpox injections,
regional disaster centres set up.

All too bloody late.

The moment it happened, I didn't believe it.

I've bypassed the system,
got into the London Transport cameras.

It's a bit... unstable.
The link could go at any time.

- That's the Embankment!
- I had a coffee there four hours ago.

- The signal's coming and going.
- We could know people out there.

We must contact our families.

I didn't say, but it's my little girl.
She's in Guy's Hospital.

- Let's see if it's been affected.
- No.

Don't you understand?
Her daughter's out there!

My dad lives in Battersea. Can't I just see...?

- Let us reach our families!
- Maybe it doesn't matter.

We may as well just walk out.
Get home before the VX affects us.

We should be with our loved ones.
Even if we've only... got a cat.

No. We don't discuss this again.

It was a normal Friday morning,
then suddenly it wasn't.

Danny.

- What about your family?
- My mum's away singing. Edinburgh.

I didn't know she was a singer.

- Yeah, gospel choir. Your folks in Scotland?
- Morningside. The posh bit of Edinburgh.

Danny! Now!

Right, everyone, focus! Comments! Ruth?

The security risk couldn't be worse.

- We know who did it.
- How do we get them?

We're stuck here.

We need communications.
What's our status?

- Something Dot pulled or turned on.
- Like?

All phone lines are out
and the satellite link has gone.

So, we can't...?

Can't talk to anyone
or contact anyone by email or the net.

- The control room?
- It'll be locked down.

And anyway, no one leaves the Grid.

- What's the matter with Harry?
- How do you mean?

- He's so distant.
- What comms do we have left?

- The cable link, but it's dodgy.
- Keep working at it.

We need to move
to an ops room that works.

- And how would we do that?
- Wait another hour?

- Hope that the gas has dispersed.
- Ruth?

- That would be too dangerous.
- Right...

So we keep working.
First thing - brief Paul Dunbarton.

- So this is real?
- 'Of course it's real.'

- I'm sorry, I...
- 'Quinn, what's the matter? '

I thought this was an EERIE exercise.

'Well, make someone else Em-Ex Officer.'

Nail on the head.

There's a serious threat
to cities throughout the country.

The group are called Patmos.

Their weapon is VX gas.
We need to contact Turnstile...

'Tom, listen...

'The Prime Minister's party
didn't make it to Turnstile.

'We got reports of three helicopters
crashing near Chipping Norton.

- 'This gas must've got to them.'
- What about the royal family?

'We think they may be lost too.

'The helicopter left London
to pick them up.

'The pilot must've been infected.'

The country's like a body with no head.

Did the Government
declare a state of emergency?

'That was gonna happen
when the PM got to Turnstile.'

So one hasn't been declared?

- 'I'm sorry, I... '
- Paul? Paul, what's the matter?

- Paul?
- 'I think I'll take a walk in St James's.'

No. Don't do that.
He's infected and he knows it.

Other cities are in danger. We need
a decision about whether a state of...

'Bye.'

Paul!

So what the hell do we do now?

We must contact the other cities. Malcolm?

The cable link runs to Cardiff, Edinburgh.

OK, do what you can.

- That's pathetic.
- You two...

Get hold of any food - anything.
Divide it up into rations.

I don't think lunch is our immediate problem.

The Prime Minister being presumed dead

and this secret service being incapable of
doing anything is what matters.

Just collect what we have to eat!

(Danny) Just do it, Mark.

I usually bring in a salad
but I didn't have time this morning.

Healthy girl.

I can't understand.
If these all come from a computer...

- So, we are half a mile from the explosion.
- Ground zero.

- Has this gas been used before?
- No.

Except for the Sarin on the Tokyo subway
but Sarin's much weaker.

If it has reached here,
how wide is it spreading?

Well, the footprint would...

We are here. So, if we project
at least another... 20 miles beyond us?

The wind's from the northwest today.
I listen to the forecast... for the garden.

So at a conservative estimate,
the affected area will be at least...

Oh, hell!

It could be much bigger.

A VX canister of, say, 10kg
in a liquid state under pressure,

exploded properly
so it converts into a gas state...

would be as effective
as the atom bomb on Hiroshima.

Killing how many?

I'd have thought, this hour,
nigh on a million have been infected.

A million?

- How far could the wind blow it?
- By the end of the day...

three-quarters
of the southeast of England?

How are things unravelling?

The PM and the Cabinet are dead.

- The royal family could be lost too.
- Heroic times.

Harry?

Now that the disaster we've anticipated
for so long is with us, what's your strategy?

Until we hear to the contrary,
we'll have to be the command centre.

You'll be taking over the government.
How very Oliver Cromwell of you.

You may need this.

Is anyone out there feeling unwell?

No.

I went to the loo, before you closed it.

I won't ask who else did.
Morale may not take it.

Right.

Ruth, Danny, Zoe, speed-read this.

I want to know chains of command
when Turnstile fails. Fast as you can.

- Malcolm.
- Sorry, Tom, we can't get anything.

We have got to talk to the other cities.

We have to ration the water in the cooler.

Then do it.

She'll be somewhere safe.
I mean, whoever it is... will be.

Are you all right?

It's weird - you never
hear the traffic from in here.

- But now, you really can't hear it.
- Yeah.

I said I'd come on the barge
but the canals will have VX in them now.

According to Ruth's database,
it could be for years.

I only said I'd go on the barge
because of you.

Was that OK?

Yeah. Yeah, it's very OK.

- I'd better...
- Yeah.

So, who, at this moment,
is running the country?

No one. The regional Government Disaster
Centres are still in the planning stage.

- There's no obvious chain of command.
- It's a chaos of diagrams.

- There's one for moving the PM's car.
- It's the headless chicken scenario.

- No one to give orders.
- How do you declare martial law?

Tom! In here!

We just got this. Edinburgh section.

- Who am I speaking to?
- 'John MacLeish, Em-Ex. And you are? '

Tom Quinn, Em-Ex Thames House.

'We can't contact Downing St, Turnstile
or any of the London emergency services.

'BBC Radio has gone off the air.
There's panic. What can you tell us? '

There is a major threat
to Edinburgh and other cities.

- Evacuate the city centre.
- 'How am I to expedite that? '

Set up a Major Incident Control Room.

Coordinate emergency services
and the Army.

Arrest any suspects
belonging to a group called Patmos.

- 'On what authority? '
- Under the Anti-Terrorism and Crime Act,

article five of the European Convention
on Human Rights is suspended.

'A state of emergency can only be declared
by the government of the day.'

- A barrack-room lawyer.
- The government no longer exists.

'We must wait for
instructions from some authority,

'or else we will be descending into anarchy.'

We'll get back to you.

Edinburgh may be attacked at any time.
I need you to agree on this.

If it's between anarchy or death? Anarchy.

Declaring a state of emergency is treason.

- Who's the treason against?
- My mum's in Edinburgh. Do it.

We weren't allowed to let
personal life influence decisions.

What matters is that people believe us
when the orders are given.

- Yes.
- Are we for this?

- Absolutely not.
- You're fiddling while Rome burns.

Yes, the Emperor Nero.
Your Em-Ex is in the grip of a power fantasy.

- I don't think so.
- Dumb loyalty is not needed!

- Loyalty will get us through.
- No, it's clear thinking!

Taking over
the government ain't clear thought!

- Well, what do you say?
- I say fiddle on!

What else is there to do?

So, we have a state of emergency.

Yes.

- 'No way.'
- I outrank you.

'I beg your pardon? '

I'm Em-Ex London,
you're Em-Ex Edinburgh.

- London outranks Scotland.
- 'I don't accept that.'

Listen, you stone-headed bastard!
Declare the emergency, evacuate the city.

'On your head be it.'

Thank God.

That's it, I'm afraid.

- How's it looking?
- About two cups each.

- Is that all?
- 'Fraid so.

OK. Monitor what people drink.
Quarter of a cup each.

- This saving the world?
- Every little bit.

Tom!

Things are true
Whatsoever, things are honest

Whatsoever things are just
Whatsoever things are pure

Whatsoever things are lovely
Whatsoever things are of good report.

Go back to your station and stay there.

Go.

I didn't think it was the real thing.

Forgive me.

It's all right, Harry.
Look, there is an antidote.

- If there's a way of getting it, I will.
- That's not possible.

And you know it.

I'm so sorry. I'm going to have
to quarantine your office.

I can't even shake your hand.

You'll need the keys...

to lock me in.

- So it's in here?
- Yeah.

Shall we tell?

No.

- We just leave Harry?
- What else can we do?

- It's a terrible decision, Mr Tom Quinn.
- Is it?

I can't tell any more.

They look at you and their eyes are
either full of dumb hate or dumb trust.

What am I gonna do?

On the head of the King,
let all the sorrows lie?

I'm Em-Ex Officer
and I don't know what to do. I don't!

Don't go all moody and sensitive. That's
for us. We're the troops, you're the leader!

And leaders don't have feelings,
as you well know.

You're trying to comfort me?

(Malcolm) Tom!

'There's been an explosion
in the Morningside area.'

Oh, no!

Isolate yourselves at once.
Get to the Disaster Centre bunker.

'They haven't finished building it! '

- Quarantine the city. Just do it!
- 'How am I supposed to...? '

MacLeish?

The cable link's dead.

Eight hours since we heard anything at all.

Saturday morning. I should be shopping.

- What about Harry?
- We leave him alone.

- Shouldn't we give him some water?
- We daren't break his quarantine.

No.

- How you doing?
- Nothing's live.

- Look, do something.
- How do you mean?

Invent something
to talk to the outside world.

- For morale?
- Shh. Do it now.

Right.

What do you think they're up to?

Well, we'll know now.

- We demand to talk to Harry.
- We've got to leave.

Maybe your superior will take control
of this situation.

Harry's sick.

He has the VX symptoms.

You mean, he's in there now... dying?

- Oh, no.
- Can't we help him?

- How contagious is it?
- It takes a few molecules through the skin.

- I saw Harry go to the loo.
- Yeah, it may not be that.

The breach could be Tom's fault.

- How do you work that out?
- He let Danny in through the pods.

- He could be contaminated.
- What?

Tom and Malcolm forced the pod open
after the alarm had sounded

cos you were so bloody typically late!

We get it cos big-shot, high-flyer Danny
couldn't get to work on time!

- All right, little man.
- Yeah, have some, then!

No!

Apologise.

I said apologise!

OK.

You're killing us all! What happens
when someone else falls sick?

They join Harry.
We quarantine each other.

- Until there's none of us left!
- What do you suggest?

- We make a run for it.
- Get out of London and regroup.

- Where?
- Ashford.

We must do this! We can't die in here!

Ashford's a command centre in itself.
All the links...

Ashford's south. With the westerly wind,
it won't escape the gas footprint.

- We stay here as a control centre.
- That's madness!

- We've got no link to the outside world.
- We'll get one.

There may be a line that works. We'll find it.

- We've got half the ceiling off already!
- Then we'll get the rest of it down. All of us!

Anyway, Malcolm's got an idea,
haven't you?

Yeah. Colin and I are
working on a communications device.

- What kind of device?
- It's a...

It's a robot... to contact the satellite
network... from the outside.

Zoe.

What?

- You're weapons-qualified.
- So?

There are firearms kept
at the back of the forgery suite.

These are people we work with.
We can't point guns at them.

No one must leave the Grid.

Tom, only the security unit can use arms.

It is forbidden to distribute
weapons to any other personnel.

Only we can say what is or isn't forbidden.

- Is this a fascist state?
- I don't care!

I'm not gonna let this group fall apart.

You'll shoot them before they do?

Your training gives you some seniority.

Just give me authority
to break out the weapons.

OK.

Hide it.

Everything in?

- Yeah.
- Right.

There.

We're gonna have to try another one.

Very good...

Very good indeed.

So...

How's this thing supposed to work?

It sends and receives satellite signals.
It's just copper wire.

We got WAP chips from mobile phones
and the wheels are from VHS machines.

There's a radio and a speaker
to attract attention as it moves about.

It's powered by batteries
from our laptop.

- Moves about where?
- Outside.

We'll communicate with
it by a wire from the wall.

So how are we gonna get it outside?

Well... that's an executive decision.

Absolute rubbish.

Ruth.

I'm an analyst but there's nothing to analyse.
Just scissors to stab in the wall.

When the power comes back,
you'll be important.

I never realised, I'm just my job.
Nothing else.

- Without it, I go to pieces.
- You're much more important than that.

No, I'm happy with that.

We can't do much more here. We've hit
just about every possible power source.

OK.

How's the food situation?

A packet of crackers and half a banana.

- Water?
- Half a litre left.

OK. Don't let people know we're so low.

- Hey.
- Shouldn't we see how Harry is?

- We have to keep him isolated.
- But that's cruel!

- Yes.
- I really think we should...

Sam...

What are you doing?

- Going to Ashford.
- We all should.

Those suits are useless.

- They'll give us an edge.
- Ashford has a full communications array.

- We can monitor things from there.
- They have a point.

- We're going to Ashford.
- I don't think so.

- Stay where you are.
- Kent! Clean air!

Listen! The traffic is backed-up for miles.

How you gonna reach Ashford?
On foot, breathing contaminated air?

But the contamination is in here!

Your boss is almost certainly dead!

While we have healthy officers, we stay.
Malcolm and Colin...

That's Mickey Mouse morale building
and you know it!

- Have we got to die in here?
- If that is our fate.

Fate? You're losing it, my friend!

Zoe, Danny, your boss here is losing it!

- Let's vote on it.
- No vote.

- Hitler!
- Tom...

I'm giving you an order.

Release the door.

Don't touch that!

That's it, we're in.

That's it. It's moving. Come on.

I'm ordering you to do your duty.

What are you gonna do, Tom?

- Shoot a fellow officer in Thames House?
- If needs be, yes.

I don't believe you.

Zoe...

Yes...

Down on the floor! Both of you!
Down on the floor!

Down on the floor!

Both of you, down on the floor now!

You bastard!

Congratulations, Tom.

That was a superb display of leadership.

Thanks, Harry. Thank you.
How was your night?

Thoroughly satisfactory.

Zoe...

Full marks.

Tom... Tom!

- Did you think I was convincing?
- Oh, utterly, utterly. Yeah.

Hey, Daddy, it's Zoe.

Are you all right?

Very well done, Quinn.

You guessed we'd put dummy ammunition
in the firearms locker.

Uh, no, not really.

- So you were prepared to shoot me?
- Yes.

Does that get me good marks or bad?

Well, we'll... have to assess that.

I bet you will.

Sam, there's another
bottle of champagne in my office.

- Where the hell were you yesterday?
- 'I was held up.'

- Couldn't you have phoned?
- Er... not from where I was.

'I sat in that restaurant and they looked! '

I had a big sign over my head - "jilted!"

- I had a big sign over my head, too.
- What was that?

End of the world,
end of the world, end of the world.

Tom? Tom, are you there?

- What did you have?
- 'What? '

For lunch, what did you have?

A salmon mousse.

- Salmon mousse. A salmon mousse!
- 'What's the matter with you? '

Why have you spoilt everything?
What about me, you selfish bastard?

What about you, Vicky?

Sitting in a posh restaurant, thinking, "This
is the worst thing that can happen to me."

Why are we all so self-obsessed?

What are you talking about?

I can't go on seeing you.

It's not working. I want to finish it.

Vicky...

OK, so let's down these and head off
to the George for a liquid lunch.

The US President will arrive in seven hours.
Every target is a potential assassin.

- I called you.
- About 50 times.

- Appraisal time, huh?
- Who's getting the boot?

- I knew you were two-timing me!
- The President's gone walkabout.

The strength of the relationship
between our countries...

- You can't order us around.
- He's our president.

- It's our country.
- It's a very strong relationship.