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- Home Secretary. - I am no longer Home Secretary.

You're leaving? Letting them win?

I'm finished.

A record of the conversation. An MI6 asset in Islamabad

referring to something called Nightingale,

connected to a group that met in Basel.

The account that we found in DeWitt's. The six billion dollars.

It's a CIA account. Sarah was at the meeting in Basel.

Walker was on his way to finding that out. He's dead.

I need to talk to her.

What is it that they're doing that needs six billion dollars?

Nightingale have operatives in Intelligence all over the world.

It's the Nightingale account. All of the money has gone to Pakistan.

You're with them.

- They'll kill me. It's you or me. - Who are they?

You have no idea how big they are. They are taking over.

Goodbye Lucas.

Who is your contact?

Who has infiltrated the group?

.:: LA FABRIQUE ::.

A Cup Of Team Team River Thames

kiry, olaola.

This often fuelled by events beyond our borders.

A Pakistani intelligence officer was stabbed in South London this morning.

Dickie wants to talk.

Dickie?

Pakistani Intelligence.

Mother had a crush on Mountbatten.

Hamid Ahmed,

head of Pakistani Inter Services Intel. Division in the UK. AKA Dickie.

- Ros Myers. - Pleased to meet you.

So who killed your officer?

Before you point the finger at the Indians, they're generally more nuanced.

In the past, maybe.

The far right in India is growing.

The RSS, VHP.

The leader of the Shiv Sena in Mumbai

has called for Hindu suicide bombers to target Muslims.

Those organisations are nationalist movements.

None of them have actually taken root outside of India.

Are you saying they're bringing the fight here?

Times are hard in your country.

Views becoming more polarised.

Hindu and Muslim conflict in Asia is sending shock-waves here

and Britain's streets are fertile ground for violence.

What was your man working on?

An asset of his had infiltrated a group of Hindu Nationalists.

Over here?

We've got no intelligence on this. Who is your asset?

A student.

Ashok Veerkal.

It's Hindu name,

but he's an Indian Muslim.

So this Hindu group, took Ashok as one of their own?

Exactly.

They are led by a young man,

Harish Dhillon.

Dhillon is planning some kind of terror event,

aimed at the Muslim community in London.

You didn't think we should know about this?!

There are two million Muslims in this country and over half a million Hindus.

An event like this could precipitate the kind of unrest

unseen on these shores since the English Civil War.

Your asset is now ours.

I have to brief the Home Sec.

Get the team together, find out whatever you can about Harish Dhillon.

Could the six billion be linked to the dead Pakistani intelligence officer?

Let's keep an open mind, shall we?

Sarah?

Officially? Back at Langley.

Unofficially?

On the run. Could be anywhere in the world.

No point asking the cousins

cause if she is Nightingale, anyone over there could be.

Whoever this organisation are, they've got more reach,

influence and financial clout than most nation-states.

- Ros? - Anything at Sarah's?

We've been through the flat twice. There's nothing.

Leave it. We have a situation.

Got you!

Home Secretary.

Sir Harry. Great to meet you.

- Please, take a seat. - Thank you.

They said it was urgent.

It is rather.

We believe there is a high profile attack being planned

on the Muslim community in this country.

This can't happen.

The pressure the country's been under over the past two years

has exposed its fault lines.

If an attack like this were to be allowed to take place...

It won't be, Home Secretary.

No.

Not if everything my predecessor told me about you and your team is true.

He is a generous and a good man.

Then neither of us believe he was corrupt.

- Good. - So who's planning this attack?

The far right?

Not as we know it.

Then who?

Pakistani Intelligence have given us this man.

Harish Dhillon. British born. 32 years old. Graduate.

Sold on his own small IT company last month.

Got himself a job as a manager of a sports centre.

Couple of arrests in his early twenties for violent assaults. Both on Muslims.

Got a temper, then.

Dhillon's flirted with nationalist views since he was a teenager.

But now he's developed into a full-blown extremist.

It was the beating of his 12 year-old sister by a group of Muslim youths

two months ago in Wimbledon that appears to have pushed him over the edge.

She's still on life support.

It's touch and go whether she'll live.

What do we have on the man that killed the Pakistani intel officer?

Victor Chatterjee.

Mid-level operative for hire.

More of a facilitator/organiser

than the kind of man to get his hands dirty.

He's also a bit of a linguist and self-styled intellectual.

- Hindu or Muslim? - Actually Protestant.

He's Anglo-Indian. The chameleon...

moves with ease between various religious, ethnic and linguistic groups

on the sub-continent and in the South Asian diaspora.

All things to all men.

Not for much longer.

- Onlookers say they heard a shot. - Have we checked A&Es?

Yep. And the quacks.

Have the police go over the area again. He can't have got far in that state.

What is that in his hand?

It Bagh Nakh, tiger's claw.

Traditional Indian weapon, in use since Medieval times.

You don't see many of them about these days, not outside of display cabinets.

Thanks.

So what's my way in?

Ashok Veerkal. Pakistani asset. Meet him.

Find how dangerous Dhillon is.

He's compromised if his handler gave him up to Victor.

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Anything on Sarah's memory stick?

Code protected. Tariq's working on it.

Why didn't she kill you?

I don't know.

I don't know anything about her any more.

Except that she was frightened.

- Didn't strike me as the type. - She isn't.

That's how serious these people are.

That's why we need to find her and stop them.

Remember why we're doing this...

1,000 years ago,

Muslim armies swept into India, Europe and the East,

imposed their empire and faith by sword and fire.

Since then,

they've been eating away at our Motherland like a cancer.

And now they're doing the same thing here.

Who doesn't live in fear of being shoved up against a wall

and searched under anti-terror laws?

Publicly humiliated in front of anyone who happens to be walking by.

Have pissed-up idiots call you Osama? Spat at you on the street?

Because of anything we, Hindus have done?

No.

- Bolo shri rama Chandra Ki. - Jai!

Because of what the Muslims are doing here and all over the world.

- Bolo shri rama Chandra Ki. - Jai!

Enough is enough.

- Bolo shri rama Chandra Ki. - Jai!

Muslims have to understand that they are not the only ones

who are prepared to give up everything for what they believe.

- Bolo shri rama Chandra Ki. - Jai!

You opened Sarah's memory stick yet?

I'm still working on it. It's a complicated password.

- A complicated girl. - Aren't they all?

Not that complicated.

She's the only member of Nightingale we know, and that is the only link to her.

- So, stay on it. - Right.

In the meantime, how do I contact this Ashok?

E-mail.

His handler opened an account.

Any time he needed to contact him he went on line, wrote his message.

Instead of sending, saved it to Drafts.

- Simple but effective. - All the rage with Al-Qaeda.

Go ahead.

Let's see if he bites.

- Ashok. - Who are you?

It doesn't matter who I am. I'm here to help you.

You're MI5.

Where's the Pakistani? He waved me off.

He was being cautious.

- I said, where is he? - He's on his way home. Long leave.

- You've been handed over to us. - I don't get a say in that?

Actually, no.

Right.

Interesting choice.

Right now, you're not in any trouble. Cooperate, you won't be.

All I wanted was a game of football.

These Hindu kids at the Sports Centre were the only who'll give me a game.

White kids won't play with me cos I'm Asian.

Pakistani kids won't hang out with an Indian.

Just a kick-about, that's all. I don't want to hurt anyone.

- How serious is Dhillon? - As a heart attack.

He wants to kill Muslims.

- Could be he likes to talk. - No. He's a doer.

- What's the target? - He plays it tight. Somebody calls him.

- Who? - No idea. They talk in Sanskrit.

Look, Dhillon's a nutter. Just go and arrest him before it's too late.

Someone's running him.

I need to know who that is. You need to find out for me.

You're joking, right?

No. No way.

Any second they could find out what I am,

who I really am. And kill me.

Do you really think I'd ask you if there was a chance Dhillon suspected you?

Yeah. I do.

I read all about what you lot get up to on the internet.

Lady Di, taking the minutes at torture sessions.

Look, I'm just a crap footballer.

A normal bloke, a nobody. I can't help you with this.

I think you can.

Come on, let's go.

Normal people like you are going to die

unless we find out when and where this attack is gonna take place.

Women, children. You're the only person who can stop this from happening.

No.

Listen to me. When you found out what these boys were doing,

you could have walked away.

But you didn't. You stepped up. Why?

If I do this for, get what you want, then you cut me loose for good.

Make sure nobody else messes with me. Pakistanis, Indians,

bloody Martians. Nobody.

Deal?

Deal.

I need the names and numbers of the other boys in Dhillon's group.

It's all in there, under football.

When's the next meet?

Lunchtime. Sports centre.

Dhillon has a controller.

Someone who calls and speaks to him in Sanskrit. We need a translator.

We won't have anyone in-house who speaks it.

Sanskrit's a ceremonial language.

Only spoken in a handful of traditional institutions in India.

Try the pre-vetted list.

Names and numbers of the other boys.

If this Sanskrit guy calls, I want a team on stand by to pick him up.

Ruth, you said Victor Chatterjee was a linguist.

Yes.

You think Victor's the controller?

He killed Ashok's handler. It fits.

Question is, who's behind Victor? Who's controlling him?

Wait.

It's possible the handler gave Ashok up to Victor before he was killed.

The boy's cover could be blown.

You can't send him back. What if they challenge him?

He couldn't bluff his way out. He's just a boy.

- Let's put in one of our own people. - No time. The attack's imminent.

Bring Dhillon and the others in.

We can't. If Victor's the controller, we need to find him.

We have to send him in. Wear a wire, get the target from the horse's mouth.

- We have to take that risk. - Well, he has to take the risk.

A 17-year-old boy has to take the risk.

- Ruth? - It's nothing.

I'd forgotten what it's like here.

People as chess pieces, the mess,

- that's all. It's nothing... - It's no nothing, Ruth.

And I'm glad you're here to remind us of that.

To remind me.

Put this on.

There's a mic in the strap.

And this goes in your ear.

Means we can have a two-way conversation.

Won't be visible.

I've got the cavalry with me. First sign of trouble, we'll be in.

Ashok, try to get Dhillon alone.

Girl.

Eat with me.

- Where are you from? - Over there?

Punjab, yeah?

- Same. Kasur. - That's Pakistan now, right?

My family came over after Partition. They say it was beautiful.

You've never been?

Muslims live in my grandparents' house.

Sit at their tables. Eat rice from their fields.

This thing, it's close now. Yeah?

Easy.

- Scared? - Me?

Nah.

I mean, these Muslims, they have to be shown, right?

We have to make a stand. It has to be done.

You have doubts, though.

I see it in your eyes sometimes.

It's all right. I had them too.

Before...

what happened to my sister.

Even after what happened to Kiran,

I didn't know what to do with the way...

I felt.

But I was lucky.

I met somebody.

He showed me the way.

Destiny.

Right?

Your destiny too.

Come.

Let me show you the way.

See you next week, yeah?

Boys, come, we've got business.

Ruth, I'm not happy with this. Dhillon's on the move.

Copy that, Lucas.

Yes! Into Sarah's memory stick.

"Godse", open it.

- What is it? - Reciprocal cipher.

Substitution code. Thought this girl was complicated.

Each number's a letter but she's offset it by 13 spaces.

Victor, Dhillon's controller.

Pull everything else off the memory stick.

Victor's name.

It's on Sarah Caulfield's memory stick. Listed under Godse.

The Hindu nationalist who shot Gandhi.

Victor's working with Sarah.

Then Dhillon, these boys and the attack are all a part of Nightingale's plan.

They're provoking this race hatred, creating terrorists for their own ends.

OK. Right, this is the Steyr MP 69, 9mm.

Trespass trap. Crap.

No, no, no!

This clip holds 39 mil rounds,

the magazine's inserted in the pistol grip like so.

Watch out because...

the ejector cases spit out fast from the right.

Ashok. Don't piss yourself. The gun is not even loaded.

Get a feel for it. Pass it round.

Wait.

Stay calm, I've got your back.

Got something else.

These two shorter numeric codes, listed under Victor's name.

They're dates. The day of the attack and the day after.

Two dates.

Two attacks.

Victor's running two cells.

But only he knows the members of the 2nd cell and their target.

If we pull Dhillon now, we lose any chance of finding Victor.

And stopping Nightingale.

And assuming the second attack is a public place, like the first.

- God knows how many lives are at risk. - Call off CO19.

- Tomorrow morning. - Ashok, we need the target.

We leave from here at ten.

- Ashok? - What's the target?

- That'll wait. - Burton Street mosque.

OK, Ashok, we're coming in.

Lucas, there's a second cell.

Pull back! Pull back!

Change of plan, we're standing down. Keep your nerve.

We're all committed now.

No wonder we're suddenly facing totally unprecedented

action by Hindu Nationalists.

- Nightingale's been stirring things up. - What the hell is their game?

Attacks in the UK, six billion transferred

to an unknown destination in Pakistan.

Chinese involvement. The Home Secretary forced from office.

- And we're still missing pieces. - That's what worries me.

What's next?

We need to find Victor. If he's still alive.

Tariq?

Everything on the memory stick, annihilated.

What's this?

It's possible I can pull off enough fragments of the file

I was opening as the trap kicked in to reconstitute it.

- Ruth, anything from GCHQ? - No.

No chatter about an attack. We're not dealing with the usual suspects.

Victor?

Still nothing from the hospitals. Or the morgues.

If he wants to cash the fat cheque he must be getting from Nightingale,

he has to be looking for medical attention.

The police're searching the area.

Anyone that could have helped him?

Victor Chatterjee. Only child. Both parents dead. No property here.

Family had land in India, but they lost everything when we pulled out in '47.

As Anglo-Indians, they were associated with British rule.

Nationalists saw them as collaborators.

He's a loner. Nothing to live for and nothing to lose.

So where the hell is he?

Anyone in here?

You all right, mate? Tell me what's happened.

Sanskrit expert's here.

Let's put the translator through his paces.

He references the Age of Kali.

"A time in which...

"the right hand will deceive the left, and the left, the right."

"When men of lies teach truth and the old betray the innocence of the young."

Eight years reading sabbatical.

- What else? - He tells the younger man

there is something wrong with one of his people.

- Name? - No name.

Does he have any clue as to his identity?

- I don't think he knows. - What do you mean, think?

This language is like a woman,

a thing of beauty, many shades.

Charming.

Lucas.

Dhillon's got five boys to choose his traitor from.

So we send your boy in blind or...

Tell him there's a 1/5 chance he's going to cut his throat,

and ask him nicely if he minds risking it? He's scared to death as it is.

But if they expose him, he close down and run for cover.

We'll lose Victor and any chance of preventing the second attack.

I'll have to go back to Ashok.

Ashok. Don't look round.

I need you to go back in there.

You said you were taking them in.

You're busting in on Asians and dragging them away.

We need to find what's wrong,

- to find out who's controlling him. - Something's wrong.

He suspects me, I know he does. Dhillon called.

He wants to meet. He never calls himself.

He's on to me.

- Could be anything. Go. - Go?

Are you for real?

I got other plans. Like staying alive.

You know the target. The time.

- We had a deal. - If you don't show up, he'll know.

He's going to kill me.

I live with my parents. Shit. I'm 17. I haven't done anything yet.

I'm out of here.

You'll be at that sports center one hour from now.

- Yeah? Or what? - Or I'll see Asians dragged away.

Starting with your mum and dad.

You know what?

You, the Pakistani, Dhillon. You're the same.

Different flag, different god, same game.

Playing with people's lives. Who do you think you are?

Who I need to be to get the job done to save lives.

And my life? What about that?

In the big balance of things that ain't worth shit.

I won't let him hurt you. You have my word.

That means something, does it? The word of a liar.

If anything happens, I will know. You will be wearing a wire.

And then what? You come charging in to save me?

- Like before? - Yeah.

Like the Lone Ranger.

If you're the masked white hero, what does that make me?

Tonto?

Thousands of lives are at stake.

Be there.

Tariq, I need you to hijack a mobile phone.

You'll never have to pay for your calls again.

You out there, liar man?

- You better have my back on this. - I have it.

- All good? - No worries.

What's up?

Problem.

Yeah?

Somebody's playing both sides.

No way.

Kamlesh thinks it's you.

Know what?

He's right.

I'm Muslim,

MI5 are listening to every word we say.

You're all under arrest. Assume the position.

You were the one interested in the target.

Why was that, Ashok?

If I'm going to die, I want to know where, what for.

There's one way we can sort this out.

If he's Muslim, he's cut.

Anyone seen that boy in the shower?

- Drop your pants. - I don't want to scare anyone.

Drop 'em.

- He's circumcised. - They'll kill him.

- Tariq, I need that phone, now. - Nearly there.

Turn your phones off.

Get him to answer it.

- Turn it off. - I'm trying, it won't shut down.

Make him answer it or you going to die.

Nerves is it, Kamlesh?

- Something you're hiding from us? - Answer it.

- This damn thing's busted. - Answer it!

Got it.

- On speaker. - Ashok

Let's all have a listen.

- Do it. - Dhillon, look...

Do it.

- Hello? - What happened at the meet?

- Give me that. - You've the target yet?

- Give me that. - Listen, this is a set-up.

Now!

Who's this?

What's this?

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know what this is? This is your mobile!

You should know what's in this, Kam!

This is you mobile!

It's your mobile phone!

I shouldn't have doubted you.

We stay here tonight.

We killed him.

We had no choice. It was him or Ashok.

They were going to kill innocent people.

- Where are we on the mosque? - Board have been briefed.

- I was suitably vague. - CO19 will be in place.

We have eyes on Dhillon. When they move, we'll be waiting.

Good.

I want you on them with a team when they'll leave the sports center.

You or a cover with the Professor

overnight in case Victor contacts Dhillon.

We've got nothing till he makes that call.

Why don't I take the first shift with the professor?

Anything on Victor?

Dhillon's 12-year-old sister, Kiran.

One of the boys that did it.

He wanted to be seen.

Victor Chatterjee.

Was sitting in a car parked when the attack on the girl took place.

Now, if I was a less moral woman, I mean if I was looking for

a right-wing Hindu, somebody prepared to carry out

an atrocity here and there wasn't one...

You'd make one.

Dhillon's been manipulated from the start.

Nightingale's played him.

We can use that.

We can't risk pulling in Dhillon.

We're still totally unsighted on the second attack.

If we don't find Victor, hundreds, thousands of people will die.

Nightingale knows that an attack of this nature

will have repercussion that will lead to chaos and even more deaths.

We have to let this one run, Ruth.

It's the right call.

Really.

Coffee?

No, thank you.

My brother

fought with the Indian National Army during the last World War.

- Against the British? - He was manipulated by the Japanese

into thinking that by fighting the British,

they could liberate India.

In that sense, he is not so very different from this Dhillon.

If I had been there, when he took his commitment,

perhaps I...

could have persuaded him to take another course.

Dhillon's a terrorist.

Your brother wore a uniform.

And yet you executed him.

Do not underestimate this Victor.

He is a Bengali.

They are many things, but above all they are poets,

for whom love and hate are worth dying for.

- Anything yet? - Nothing.

Dover four?

No. Nothing.

Still no communication from Victor.

They're late.

Out.

- What's with the bags? - You'll see.

They're on the move.

If Victor calls. I'll be with the professor.

- Keep me updated. - Sure.

Victor's at Hellsdene Street.

That's close as I could get.

What did he say to Dhillon?

They are to visit another place.

Lucas, Burton Street Mosque is no longer the target,

you have to maintain visual.

Shit! Ros, we've lost them.

The target's changed.

- Take Victor. - He's mine.

Evacuate every mosque within a mile radius of Burton Street.

Talk to me, Ashok.

He switched the attack, I need you to get the new target.

What's going down?

Nothing to worry about.

Be patient, bruv.

Shit!

Tariq, I'm on Hellsdene Street. Can you give me any more?

North end.

Dropped your potato peeler.

I want both targets.

What's so important to you that you couldn't go to hospital?

What's worth dying for?

Not Nightingale,

you're just the hired help.

Not the money.

That's no good to a dead man, is it?

This is about revenge, isn't it?

Half my family's lands

were left in East Pakistan,

half in India.

Muslims on one side,

Hindus on the other.

Both sides tore everything from us.

This is about justice.

The second attack's Muslims on Hindus.

Send him over.

What do you threaten a man with who isn't afraid to die?

Over here, Dickie.

Pakistani Intelligence.

I believe you murdered one of his officers yesterday?

Dickie will make sure you get to see a doctor.

Of course.

You need to be in a tip-top condition to survive in Karachi Central Jail.

There you have it.

You tell me the targets,

I leave you here to die.

Don't tell me,

I make sure you live.

A Protestant in Karachi jail? A fate worse than death.

All yours, Dickie.

Wait.

- You can't stop the first attack now. - Where is it?

Taverstock Park College.

The Muslim sixth form college on Wavell Road.

- Lucas? - On my way.

And the second cell?

Come on, Victor.

You'll get everything you want from the first attack.

You've got your revenge.

A rented house.

17 Hastings Way.

Ruth, the second cell's at 17 Hastings Way.

Take him away.

- You said he was ours. - Well, I lied.

Goes with the territory.

Next time you get wind of something like this,

make sure you have Harry Pearce on speed dial.

- ETA, Lucas? - Two minutes away.

CO19 won't go into the college,

they're only dealing with the second cell.

Get me the Home Secretary.

Home Secretary.

Home Secretary, we have a problem. CO19...

I know, Harry.

I gave the order not to intervene.

We're going to negotiate.

We believe Dhillon's intention is to kill those girls.

I'm sorry, I can't risk a British Beslan.

Home Secretary, if Hindu nationalists murder those girls,

the repercussions will tear this country apart.

You're right, but if those girls are caught

in the crossfire, cut down by CO19 bullets,

Muslim teenagers murdered by British

police officers on the order of the Home Secretary, what then?

Move it!

Either way we play this, people will die.

If the Government is responsible for the deaths of those girls,

we'll lose the trust of every ordinary Muslim in this country.

Once we lose that, we lose any chance of stopping the bloodshed

once it begins.

CO19 are dealing with the Muslim cell at Hastings Way.

I'm doing as much as I can, Harry.

Trust me.

CO19 say you have a man in there?

He's en route, yes.

- Stop him and wait for negotiators. - Absolutely.

Where the hell is CO19?

-They've been stood down, Lucas. - I'm going in.

No, Lucas.

Dhillon's going to kill Ashok, he's going to torch them all.

Harry, I gave him my word.

Get up.

Get up!

Leave her alone!

- What do you think you're doing? - Shut up!

No, let her speak.

Whatever your problem is, it's nothing to do with us.

You're full of it! But you let them make you wear this.

Because I'm proud of who I am!

- Say it again! - Let her go!

I said, let her go.

What?

This is wrong.

Whatever you believe, this has to be wrong.

You betrayed us.

You let Kamlesh die in your place. Who are you?

A Muslim.

You shared my food, you ate with me!

These girls, they've done nothing. Let them go.

Open up the other bags.

In a short time from now,

when the world is watching and this place burns,

we die with them in a purifying fire. Brothers, are you with me?

Easy!

Stay there.

I want to talk to Dhillon.

See?

I'm unarmed.

Stay there! I will shoot.

- No, you won't. - Get back, I said.

I will shoot you! I'm not joking!

I will shoot you, I'll shoot you!

I'm not going to stop.

I'm going to walk right past you, you're not going to fire that weapon.

Get back!

By our offering,

everybody will know that we, the Hindus,

are their ally in the fight against the evil plague of Islam.

Stay calm, I'm unarmed. MI5.

- What do you think you're doing? - Making a stand.

- Against schoolgirls? - Against Muslims!

He's not with us, but our enemy's the same.

Is that what he told you?

We hate Hindus as much as we hate Muslims.

What the hell is he doing? Is he goading him?

Come on, don't tell me you've forgotten the Raj? Divide and rule.

As like dogs,

Hindu against Muslim, Muslim against Hindu.

Islam has been the enemy of the Hindus for 1,000 years.

Still at it.

We did a bang-up job, don't you think?

Drop your weapons!

Please tell me you're not buying what he's selling!

So, what is this master plan? Torch a few Muslim schoolgirls,

and we embrace you as our brothers in the crusade against Islam?

- He knows nothing! - How about this for something?

Victor Chatterjee, your recruiter,

and the man who put your sister on a life-support machine.

Same person.

Lies. Don't listen. He's lying.

A few days between the attack and the time he first contacted you,

coincidence?

We've got him on CCTV smiling

as those kids beat the shit out of her.

No, you don't! No, you don't!

Victor planned the whole thing, Dhillon.

So... are you going to stake your lives on this man's say-so?

Or their lives?

Face it,

you've all been played.

- Go, get out! - Ashok, no.

Do it!

Let her go!

You've no time to light that before it impacts your brain.

Wait! Stay out of this.

Let me speak to him.

Go on.

When I started playing football with you guys...

- Stay away! - Do as he says.

... I felt I belonged.

Then I found out all this other stuff, all this hate.

We're from the same place,

- same blood. - You're Muslim.

My people chose to pray a different way because they believed

that was the right way, they wanted to get to who knows?

We're still brothers.

All I'm saying is,

see this for what it is.

Destiny...

Take the shot, Lucas.

Strike that and you're no different to kids who strap on bombs.

You've become what you hate.

Whoever this Victor is,

he chose you because you care.

He saw that was your weakness.

But caring,

that can be a strength, too.

This girl's, what...?

Two, three years older than your sister?

Open your eyes.

Those guys who did your sister in, you do not want to be like them.

You don't want to be like them. Just let her go.

It's OK.

You don't.

It's OK.

OK, wait! You wait there, you wait there!

Don't do it, brother!

I will do it, I will do this!

- Don't do it, please! - I will, I will do it!

Don't brother!

You stay there!

It's over.

Thank you, Lucas.

Thank you.

The Home Secretary wants to see you.

Thank you.

Victor played him like you played me.

Liar man.

We've known that a boy involved

in the attack was dating a girl there.

And the second cell,

the Muslim extremists that Victor had set up for the attack tomorrow?

In custody.

We're letting it play that it was an Al-Qaeda-sponsored attack.

They believed it themselves.

- Do you know what the target was? - A Hindu temple.

We had a close shave today.

You believe that Victor Chatterjee was behind the whole thing?

We're looking into it, but,

yes, I believe so, Home Secretary.

Good.

Any particular reason you lied about all this being down to Victor?

I prefer to think of it as an equivocation.

I think Nightingale drove his predecessor from office.

You think Lawrence could be theirs?

Anything can happen.

Never trust an overnight success.

Not trusting the boss, not a position we can sustain for a long time.

Can't take any chances. Not against an enemy like this.

We're seeking to confirm initial reports

a series of global terror attacks by isolated groups

of Muslims and Hindus in both the US and continental Europe,

attacks that appear to have already provoked...

There have been simultaneous attacks in the US and Holland.

Riots have been widespread, police have arrested

a Muslim terror cell in what could be a connected event.

Tensions are high because of recent attacks...

This was never about the UK, this is global.

Nightingale, the final pieces falling into place.

Following the unexpected death

of Pakistan's Chief of Military Command, Jaffar Hasni,

in a road accident yesterday, his replacement, General Azim Ali,

has already been outspoken

in his condemnation of the attacks on Muslim targets...

It's him. He's on Sarah's memory stick.

... concern in some quarters in the light of his right-wing,

- some would say outspoken... - Then he's theirs.

Nightingale's man is running the Pakistani army.

They're forcing India and Pakistan into open conflict.

Or worse.

Nuclear war.

... 1999 Nuclear Doctrine, stating India will not be the first

to initiate a nuclear strike, but will respond

with punitive retaliation should deterrents fail.

These talks represent our last chance to end this crisis peacefully.

That's more important than my relationship with any politician.

I want peace. I came here for peace, Andrew, believe me.

Clock on the laptop - it's a detonator.

I need to see Sir Harry Pearce now.

We have no word on the precise whereabouts

of the Pakistani president,

or the British Home Secretary, both believed to be in the building.

If the Pakistani president dies, it's war.

- Get me the Met commander. - It's chaos down there.

We've got a security situation, no idea who's friend and who's foe.

- Any sign of Ros and Lucas? - None.

You have to bail.

Ros? Lucas? Speak to us.

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