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- I've been approached.
- By whom?

Somebody high up.

He had great concerns about a plot that
challenge the world order we know it.

He was scared.

Sit!

An underground bunker.
That must be where they're holding them.

Don't shoot. I'm unarmed.

I send her in there because of something
the Home Sec. asked to look into.

Attends, attends, attends !

Just tell him.

Just tell him, get me vetted
and cleared. No one will mind.

Which of course you've done
with your boss.

Yeah, but I'm not thinking about my boss
when I should be asleep.

What is it with you and
Harry Pearce, anyway?

Harry and me?

It's a sexual thing.

Now...

You're getting me jealous.

They've killed him.

They've killed him.

Those bastard guards
have killed him.

Lucas.

Lucas North.

Lucas North.

.::LA FABRIQUE::.
A Cup Of Team

kiry, olaola.

She convinced me to come back.

I know.

She really believed in it...

what we're doing.

- More than any of us.
- More than you?

Was she the only reason
you returned?

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Wasn't there something you wanted
to talk to me about.

I asked you here today because
I needed to talk about Jo to someone.

But there was something else, too.

There'll always be
something else, Ruth.

Are you OK?

I'm waking at 5am, seeing her.

That'll go on for a while.

Her parents want a quiet funeral.
Just friends and family.

I'd want the same.

- Cleared the desk already.
- Yup, that's HR for you.

Unbeatable efficiency.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah. I'm fine, thanks.

Harry has already done
the pastoral care.

Thought you were keeping
your Boston beauty a secret.

- Poetry?
- Not exactly.

Need you to see this.

There was a riot
at Clarksdale Immigration Centre

in north Kent earlier this morning.

One detainee dead, one escaped.

- Who escaped?
- This man.

Came into the country a week ago
as "Maxim Szell",

had a Hungarian passport
but no visa.

Now watch this.

What's he saying?

- I think it's someone's name.
- Whose?

Mine.

Who is he, Lucas?

Grebe.

Lucas, who is he?

Oleg Darshavin.

Russian military officer,
decorated for bravery in Afghanistan.

His reward was to be given the role
of FSB chief interrogator

at the Lushanka Interrogation Camp,
2005 to the present day.

Tasked with interrogating you.

So, what is he doing here?

He wants to see me.

That's what Grebe means.
It's a bird.

Lushanka was surrounded by
in marshland.

He used to take me for walks
between sessions.

I told him about the Thames Estuary,
used to go there with my father.

He joked that one day,
we'd go bird watching together

by the Tilbury Water Tower.

I'm not delivering you
into an FSB trap.

If Oleg Darshavin has come
to the UK without FSB approval,

We don't know that he's here
without approval.

But if he has?

If Darshavin is chief interrogator,
he would have interrogated

Russian dissidents, Chechen terrorists,
Al Qaeda suspects.

He'll report directly to the FSB
inner circle in Moscow.

He'd be our most valuable
intelligence catch in twenty years.

Go together.

I know why you're worried.

I'll look after him.

Tell me about Oleg Darshavin.

Well, he's quite the Anglophile.

Loved the Victorian
social novelists,

put me to shame of my knowledge
of Anthony Trollope.

- He won't see me, if you're there.
- I know.

Tell him you lost me.

Undress and put on the boiler suit.

What now?

Now, we talk.

I came alone.

So, this is Dickens' country.

Reminds me of my home.

We don't have long
before they come to find me.

Three weeks ago,

there was a new arrival in Lushanka,
an African.

We caught him on the north-east
Chechen border,

- training for a terror attack.
- An attack where?

Here, in UK.

After a little chat,
we discovered the details.

A major attack, on British soil.

Already in final stages
of preparation.

A team of five operatives.

All Sudanese born,
but living in Britain.

And recruited one year ago through
a Muslim charity in North London.

What's the target?

I relayed the intelligence
to my superiors in Moscow.

And awaited further instructions.
None came.

Three days later...

My Sudanese prisoner...
had disappeared.

As you and I both know,

no one escapes from Lushanka.

- What's the target?
- Here's the deal.

We meet in Central London,
you bring me a UK passport,

with my photograph and a false name.

You bring me a million dollars,

in mixed currencies, all used notes,

- and I tell you the target.
- We don't do deals.

Then, you'll have to find the target
on your own.

Where do I go?

White Cube Gallery, one o'clock.

Come alone, Mr Gray, no tail.

Show me respect.

Your American source was right.

The Intercontinental Hotel in Basel
hosted this meeting earlier in the year.

It was 25 guests and all names
and passports on the booking are false.

We're hearing chatter that
intelligence agents were involved.

We don't know who was there.

Thank you, Ruth.
Keep this to yourself.

Dealing with Darshavin
is our priority at the moment.

I've to go. I'm pinking up
one of Malcolm old dead drops.

Samuel Walker, please.

We can't get much information.

Unidentified government agents
meeting in Switzerland,

talk of a new world order,
nothing confirmed.

But given that our intel came from
an American, I thought you should know.

I'll do some digging.

Just when we thought everyone was
at last getting on the same page.

So much for a united world
under a new leader.

Are you implying we may both have
some bad apples in our cart?

Implying nothing,
merely giving information.

You were always
a wise old bird, Harry.

That's why we are both still here.

I have to go.

I want everything we have on radicalism
amongst Sudanese Muslims in N. London.

We're looking for charity,
active six months ago

and recently gone quiet.

Raise security levels across London.
We may need to close transport networks.

What do we have on Sudan?

Islamic governments in Khartoum
have been known to arbour

terror groups connected
to Al Qaeda in the past.

Britain's also been
particularly aggressive

over ethnic cleansing in Darfur.

So lots of angry Sudanese looking
for a way to get back at us.

And Al Qaeda exploit that anger.

They recruit a British-based Sudanese
cell and train them in Chechnya.

It's a new cell. We're unlikely
to have intel on them.

- It's the perfect operation.
- If it exist...

- What do you mean, "if"?
- If Darshavin is telling the truth.

Harry, we're talking about the potential
for major British casualties, here.

We have to assume the worst.

Ros, information's just come in.

The One Light charity in North London
recruited volunteers earlier this year

for aid work
in Islamic North Africa.

It advertised in Sudanese papers. There
is no record of it the charity register.

- Nothing's been heard of it since.
- Let's get special ops done there.

I want a list of all the calls
that came out in the last six months.

OK, we have three hours
before Lucas meets Darshavin.

Let's proceed as if this is a credible
threat, establish all potential targets.

I'm glad to see you still like
to get your hands dirty.

- How's the op going?
- Slow.

But you know how it goes.
Have a sit.

Are you sleeping with Lucas North?

Firstly, I'm duty bond to give you
an official reprimand.

Consider yourself soundly chastised.

- And secondly?
- Keep the relationship going.

Harry Pearce has come to me
asking for help.

Some talk of a global conspiracy.

You don't suspect Lucas?

I suspect everyone,
it's in my nature.

Just keep close to him,
see what you can find, OK.

This is the raid
on One Light charity.

The office was deserted.

The phone in the office
was used repeatedly

to call five different "pay as you go"
mobiles over the last three months.

- All the lines are now dead.
- Five mobiles, five operatives.

Those Sudanese were using the One Light
office to coordinate the operation,

The attacks are about to happen.
They've closed them.

The office also called
this number last week.

- What is that?
- I've no idea. I can't trace this.

A Russian military phone, coded number.
No way of tracking the recipient.

Ruth, chase up any other leads
from that office.

Post, couriers, anything
that can help identify them.

Russia learns about
a Sudanese attack

and rather than alerting us,
it supports it. Why?

To keep them greater leverage to deal
with terrorists in their own backyard?

We make this public,
we risk diplomatic meltdown.

Get on to the FSB, see what they know.
I'll call the Cabinet office.

Tarik, I need a simulation of London
phone call, Sudanese to Sudanese.

It needs to mention
an attack on the UK.

Codes, the lot. Good enough
to fool with the FSB.

You want the FSB to know
that we know about the attack?

Yeah. Let's see if we can
drawn them out.

And you need to lose
Nancy Drew for a few days.

What?

It's too sensitive. She's a risk.

- May I have a word?
- Yeah.

It's about that asset of Malcolm's.

A computer-obsessed recluse
called Nick Manning.

Yes, the geek patriot.

Manning spends his entire life hacking
into various British security systems.

And pointing out
our various weaknesses.

Yes. He's missed
his monthly dead drop.

He's been an asset
for last eleven years.

I look up his address on the archives
and went round there.

But he's disappeared.

- Is that unusual?
- Very.

He's never missed a drop.

I found this stuck to his computer.

The number doesn't exist.

I think he's telling us something.

Given that we have a major terror
threat, Mr Manning will have to wait.

Manning is an expert
on African terrorism.

What if he's warning us
about the Sudanese attack.

- Any proof?
- No.

Then let's work with what we have.

So the major issue is,

do we install an IT system
so complex

that no terror cell would ever
be able to infiltrate our comms,

but have the small problem that we
may never be able to understand it?

Course, Langley are being
told to cut budgets,

so we could be building the biggest
digital white elephant since....

... I undressed and danced naked
on the tables at Kuala Lumpur.

- Just checking you're still with me.
- Sorry.

What's bugging you?

I have to cancel this evening.

Something's come up
and I have to go away. I'm sorry.

Well...

that's a waste of shellfish.

Thank you for finding
the time to help us, Boris.

That's why Moscow sent me to London.

To cement relations between our
two countries in this brave new world.

And we appreciate it very much.

I know that Russia has
some influence over Sudan.

This was recorded
from a London payphone.

There is a transcript.
It mentions an attack on London.

Tomorrow.

Just to be clear, you are not accusing
Russia of any involvement in this?

- None whatsoever.
- Good.

Because I can assure you,
it has nothing to do with us.

May I, in the spirit of collaboration,
ask a question in return?

Of course.

A friend of a friend
has disappeared.

They want him back.

- Another FSB Adonis.
- You don't know him?

I could discreetly ask around.

He claimed the Russians know
nothing about the attack.

They're lying to us.

He also showed me a photo
of Oleg Darshavin.

Tried to elicit
a response out of me.

Poor fool.

The Russians want him back. Badly.

Harry, I know you don't trust Darshavin.
But we're not getting anywhere.

We have to let Lucas meet him again.

Right, let's go.

One British passport.

I've installed satellite encryption in
the coding so we can track him anywhere.

- It's like having his own sat nav.
- Take it out. He'll know.

- Not with this one, he won't.
- Tariq. Trust me. He will know.

- What about the money?
- No money.

Not until the target is confirmed.
Non-negotiable.

He tortured you for four years...

I'm fine.

Be careful.

I'm at the White Cube.

Hi. I'm supposed to be
meeting someone here.

- Are you Mr Gray?
- Yes.

Mr Wilde left a message for you.

Thank you.

He's leaving the gallery.

- He's dropped his wire.
- What are you playing at, Lucas?

I'm with you Mr Wilde.
It's just you and me.

Alpha team, we've lost comms
with Echo One.

Visual on echo one.

Maintain eyeball.

He's entering Waterstones
in Piccadilly.

OK, don't crowd him.
Tariq, get me the bookshop CCTV.

Entering Waterstones now.

Ground floor, lost eyeball.

Come on...

Ground floor clear.
Heading for level one.

- Found you.
- Good.

You need to lose your tail.
Go to exit 5.

Three floors up.
Use the fire escape.

Make your way to the street.

First floor clear, still no visual.

Check out all floors.
He's deliberately trying to lose us.

- Heading to second floor.
- Where the hell are you?

I'm out.

Building clear. I've lost him.

He won't risk meeting in the open.
Check out all safe houses.

We need to find him, we're running
out of time. We need another lead.

The One Light office received
a recorded delivery two weeks ago.

I'm checking it out now.

- Have you lost them?
- Affirmative.

Go to the Eros statue.

Someone is following you.

Oleg, I lost my tail. I know I did.

A mistake, Lucas.

Did you speak to the Russians?

Nobody spoke to the Russians.

I'm disappointed.

The deal is off.

Oleg, we can't stop now.

Oleg talk to me.

All right, fine,

you wanna abort,

we'll abort.

Ros.

- Still nothing?
- I shouldn't have let him go.

Darshavin wouldn't have
trusted anybody else.

Or been able to manipulate them.

You are lucky I chose to trust you.

Where are we?

- My flat.
- That's risky.

It's the one place
they'll never think to look.

We've confirmed that the FSB...

are involved in
the Sudanese operation.

Fast work.

Thank you.
That must have been hard to get.

- What's the target?
- Where's the money?

Of course.

You give me the target,
then you get your money.

I give you the target,
you can let me hang.

- I won't do that.
- Just a reminder, Lucas,

I supervised your interrogation
for four years.

You tortured me.

- Are you playing a game with me?
- Are you?

You have to trust me.

I'll get you the money.

I'll get you a whole new life.

But I need information on
the Sudanese terrorists.

And I need the target.

- Who is she?!
- She's just my girlfriend, Oleg!

- What is she doing here?
- I don't know. I told her I was away.

I didn't... believe he was going.
I thought he was having an affair.

So I came to check. I'm sorry.

Do you know

what job he does?

Yes, of course,
he's Police Special Branch.

Why don't you believe he goes away?

I'm sorry,
we're still quite new to this.

Can you please just let me go?

- It's my fault.
- What job does she do?

She's a lawyer.

Prove it.

Call the number.

Carver Adams, Vanessa Fitzgerald's
office. How can I help?

I would like to speak to
Vanessa Fitzgerald, please.

Vanessa's in court this afternoon.
Can I take a message?

I'll get rid of her.

No-one need know she was here.
We can continue with this.

She's just my girlfriend!

Come on,
you know me better than this.

It's a big mistake Lucas,
to play games with me.

Remember...
I know every inch of your mind.

If you go now

MI5 will think you're playing me.

They already suspect.

You have to give me something.

The prisoner I interrogated.

His operational name is

Omar Salim al Khaled.

- How will I find you?
- I'll find you.

- Take off your shirt.
- What?

Do it!

Jesus, Lucas.

Put it back on.

Why are you here?

I told you that I was away.

You were going to bug the flat.

- Lucas, wait...
- Who knows you are here?

- No-one.
- Who!

I've been told to keep
an eye on you.

- Who by?
- Who d'you think?

Because someone in the CIA
suspects you of being a double agent.

- What?
- There's something going down.

All sorts of rumors,
stuff I don't even know about.

Someone might be involved.
And they think you are.

They think you've got Harry Pearce
in the palm of your hand.

When you meet weird Russians in your
flat, I don't know what to think.

- So you think I was a double agent?
- I never did.

That's why I agreed to
this. I thought they were wrong.

I didn't want them
crawling all over here.

All over us.

That's why you're with me.

That's not true.

Isn't it?

Who is him?

No. You do not get
to know who he is.

Go on.

Go back to your bosses

to tell them that I'm a bit too busy

to be a traitor right now.

Who is he?

What is he doing to you?

Get out.

I've hit some trouble
with Lucas North. I couldn't do it.

OK, forget Lucas North for now.

I've got some intel on Harry Pearce's
possible global conspiracy

Get to the tower ASAP.

Yeah. Will do.

Drive.

You went off comms.
Where are you?

- Sorry about that.
- You told me you were in control.

At least tell me
you've got the target.

Listen.

The prisoner
that Darshavin interrogated

is using the name
Omar Salim al Khaled.

- Where was he calling from?
- He met him in his flat?

Omar Salim al Khaled is flagged
as living in a squat in Bethnal Green.

It's a renowned drugs house.

We've already got an asset in there.

I'm going to make contact.

Thank you.

The recorded delivery to One Light.

It was a delivery of stationery.

The stationery company is
emailing me copies now.

Here it is.

There's no such company.

It's a front.

Are they using the Rencon paperwork
to get into somewhere

they wouldn't otherwise be able
to access?

Rencon.

Rencon.

I think Nick Manning found out

about the cover
used by the Sudanese...

Rencon Solutions.

He knows the target?

That's what's so frustrating.

He's hiding
what he knows out of fear.

But I'm sure
he knows about the attack.

Then prove it.

I don't have much.

But it's really, really good.

- How old are you?
- 28.

Why?

You look like
someone I used to know.

What do you mean,

"Used to know"?

She died.

That's a bad feeling.

There's a room
at the end of the corridor.

On the first floor.

666.

There's a Sudanese guy in there.

He never leaves the room.

I need to get a bug in there.

There's a dealer
in the room next door.

His name's Tom.

Be careful.

- If you were a computer genius...
- If?

Right of course, sorry...

And you were in hiding

but you wanted to give me
a crucial piece of information

in a way that was untraceable,
how would you do it?

I'd hide it. On the web.

How?

There'll be a key,
through a search engine.

Something only you would know.

For example,

the telephone number on this card.

That's it!

It must be the time
and location of the attack.

Nick Manning, you clever boy.

I'm looking for Tom.

You took him to your flat.

He wasn't trusting me,
I had to show faith.

That breaks every protocol.

- Move house.
- Never liked the place.

Anything else, then?

No nothing. Why?

You invited a man who tortured you
into your private space.

What a psychologist would say?

No idea but it might be in Latin.

They'd say that you suffer
from Stockholm syndrome.

You are somehow
still in love with your captor.

They'd be wrong.

- Why didn't he give the target?
- Why didn't we offer the money?

It's all about trust, isn't it?

If he contacts you,
you bring it through me,

no more unilateral decisions.

You do everything by the book,
is that clear?

You must be Tom.

Bug going in now.

- Are you getting anything?
- Doing frequency check.

Ros, we're good. Bug active.

Let me know if you hear anything.

- Hello, Lucas.
- Where is she?

She called CIA HQ,
made a report on you.

Said she had to split from you.

- I'm very sorry to hear that.
- What have you done with her?

She's tied up alone with me.

Remember how that feels, Lucas?

Let me talk to her.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

I'll get you out of there.

Could you hurry up?

- Tell me where you are?
- Enough.

If you touch her, I will kill you.

I trusted you!

I will get you your money
but I need the target!

What you need is
no longer important to me.

- Wait.
- No. You wait.

The plan's been changed,

a new directive. Go to the window.

Ros, get in there now!

Al Khaled's dead.

He knew we were coming.

Bring Gulyanov in now.

Where the hell are you?

He got Sarah Caulfield as a hostage.

There's something you're not saying.

I've lost control of him
and I don't know what to do.

Al Khaled is dead. Get in here now,
we're taking the direct route.

What you have done is an outrage!

You can't just drag me in here
and not expect consequences.

Spare me the righteous indignation.

We don't have time.

The plan's been changed.

There's a new directive.
Go to the window.

A Sudanese terror cell, trained by
al-Qaeda and sponsored by the FSB.

That is not true!

We have it on that tape.
That is an FSB satellite phone.

A Russian voice.

The plan's been changed.

There's a new directive.
Go to the window.

It has nothing to do with us.

Why did you show me a photograph
of Oleg Darshavin?

You know who he is?

Darshavin was almost killed
by FSB operatives

because he'd interrogated
a Sudanese terrorist inside Lushanka.

A terrorist you then released!

- Not true.
- Yes, true!

Maybe not. Play that again.

The plan's been changed.

There's a new directive.
Go to the window.

That's Oleg Darshavin.

- I don't understand.
- You were right, Harry.

He's played us all along.

Darshavin did interrogate
the Sudanese prisoner.

He did discover a terror attack
planned for British soil.

He didn't tell his superiors.

He saw a way out.

So...

he helped the prisoner escape.

Killed his fellow interrogator.

Faked his own death
and made his way here. To me.

Why you?

Because I have access to money,

that would set him free from his past.
And because he trusts me.

- And he doesn't now?
- I don't know.

He's continuing with the operation.

We're studying CCTV
for between 9 and 9.30 this morning.

Ros is heading into the city
and special ops are standing by.

Then once we know the target,
we'll give the green light.

Nothing overt till my say-so.

- I'm heading back to the marshes.
- Where are you?

I'm in the Square Mile.

Ros, I think he may try to play me.

Take the money, disappear,

- and let the attack happen.
- Why would he do that?

He wants to punish me
for lying to him about Sarah.

He thinks he owns me.
This would be his ultimate victory.

Then prove him wrong.

I'm waiting.

Lucas is just about to arrive.

Harry, look at this.

Rencon solutions-
the bomb must be in the truck.

Find out what that building is.

Northfield Insurance.
There's the address.

Ros, it's Northfield Insurance,
12 Dublin lane.

Hurry, Ros. Thousands of people
work in that building.

I've got the money.

- Where is it?
- In the car.

Don't be stupid.

If I give you the money,
you'll kill her

to punish me.

If you don't give me the money,
I kill her

and thousands of other people.

Trust me.

Lucas. I'm at Northfield
Insurance Building.

I've located a multiple thermo device.
There's no time to evacuate.

The only way to stop it
is to get the code from Darshavin.

I need the code.

- Three thousand people, Oleg.
- Give me the money.

- You owe me!
- I owe you nothing!

Sixty seconds.

Four years you kept me in solitary.

- Four years of torture.
- That was not my decision.

Days of beatings, then weeks alone.

I'd crave the beatings
to know that someone was there.

I was always there for you.

Making sure that you were
the one I could talk to.

Pushing me to break, being the one
to come and pick up the pieces.

- I saved your life!
- You destroyed me!

And then you chose to let me live!

But that does not mean that
I owe you. I owe you nothing!

- 40...
-The deal is still on the table.

The money. A new life.

But you give me the code.

30 seconds, Lucas.

One

RB

- 74HO9.
- 74HO9

The Sudanese have been arrested
at Paddington

They're being taken
for interrogation.

Lucas is in the car.

Is everything in place
for Darshavin?

As planned.
What about Sarah?

She's safe.

Good.

This is not the way to the airport.

I have something for you.

Information.

A covert meeting
in Basel, Switzerland.

Something you should be aware of.

A world summit
of rogue intelligence.

Agents from the West.

- Even a Chinese presence.
- Why are you telling me this?

Be careful who you trust.

Goodbye, Oleg.

I have to say this.

Sarah Caulfield should have been
formally vetted through me.

I know.

Now is not the time for a post mortem
on Darshavin, I know.

He told me something

about a secret meeting
in Switzerland.

Western intelligence agents
and the Chinese.

He told me to trust no-one.
Why would he say that?

I have no idea.

You get some rest.

This meeting in Switzerland
troubles me.

Because...

Western elements. South Asians.

Chinese. A strange kaleidoscope.

Is Lucas North involved?

To be honest, I don't know.

When I looked into flight bookings

I discovered
a US credit card was used.

You suspect one of our guys?

The new administration isn't
as popular as you might think.

Now the card wasn't
traceable so I can't be sure.

What's the next move?

I've asked Swiss immigration
for photographs of all passengers

flying into Basel that week.

I should get
the information tonight.

I just wanted to see how you were.

I'm sorry.

I'm so, sorry.

I just haven't been able
to feel anything

for a long time.

Look. I don't really know
where we stand, so...

If you want me to leave...

Stay.

I love you so much.

- Did Walker say what he wanted?
- Just that it was about Basel

and that it went to the heart
of the Intelligence services.

Less than an hour later he was dead.

We need to find out what
went on inside that building.

Do you recognise the
man who did this to you?

Contact all serving officers.
We're all at risk.

Goodbye, Ros.

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