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There's got to be a catch somewhere.
There's things... I know. You don't.

That the real CCR database? Yep.
That is a REAL credit rating.

Why will you address the issue
that your real name is Tom Quinn
and you're a spy?

I need to know...who ARE you?

'Protesters against President Bush's
forthcoming visit to London
are today clashing...'

'The demonstration has attracted
protesters of all kinds...'

'President Bush arrives in London
later this week...'

JUMBLED NEWS REPORTS

I spy.

Come on.

I'm sure it's him. ..Yep.

Mark Develeaux of Green Action.

Rock and roll.
Let's not lose this guy.

Tango X, what's happening?

Tango X? A group of civilians broke
the cordon. I'm with them now.

Stay with them. Sorry?

Don't! ..He's touched his earpiece!
You can't get the staff these days.

He's a cop. He's a cop! He's a cop!

We report that, his balls
will be busted. They already are.

Guy in flaming helmet. Delta Blue,
this is X-ray Red. Subject
with penguin on head is friendly.

Infiltrator! He's an infiltrator!

That joker knows we're observing!

Oh, marvellous(!) Perfect second-row
loose-maul technique. Hmm? Rugby.

Didn't know you liked rugger
buggers. Let's stay focused. Oh, yes!

Hold up, hold up.

What IS this?

That's not...? It is.
The famous Peter Salter.

'Hello, X-Ray. This is Delta Blue.'
X-ray Red receiving.

'We have a suspect who claims
he's friendly. Can you confirm?'
What do we do?

Pull him. You can't pull
Peter Salter! He's a legend.

Maybe he's on an op. If we're runnin
surveillance, we'd have been told.

We weren't, were we?

If he was undercover, we'd have
known, wouldn't we? Oh, no.

We haven't screwed up here, have we?
Oh, please, please.

'X-ray Red, what action?'

You're senior. Wimp.

X-Ray Red to Delta Blue,
release suspect.

Repeat, release your suspect.

Roger that. ..OK, go.

I'll get a shot of the girl.

Don't take your mask off! They'll try
and get a shot. How do you know?

..What are you? I'm a bloody hero,
darling. Come on.

What did we just do?

This programme contains
some strong language,
some violent scenes

and scenes which some viewers
may find upsetting.

Oh, my God!

Huh!

It's not as bad as it looks.
DOOR SHUTS

Peter William Salter.
Born 1954, Chelmsford... Essex boy.

Father an NCO, 23rd Middlesex Rifles,

killed by a bomb,
Famagusta, Cyprus 1958.

Four when he lost his dad. Family
poor. Mother worked as a cleaner -

she campaigned for increase
in Army widows' pension rights.

His mum had a security file! She must
have really got up noses in the MOD.

She died two years ago. >

Peter an only child. Brilliant.
Scholarship to local grammar,

scholarship to Oxford University.
Rugby blue...

Well spotted there, our Zoe.

Wow, wow, wow. First-class degree
maths and philosophy.

What a clever bastard. We MUST have
had a briefing paper... Danny.

Fun on the Bush demo? A doddle.
I want a report. In one hour.

What did you say you did again?

Fell on a stapler.

An industrial-strength stapler?

It's a whopper, yeah.

It's a gun wound, isn't it?

Someone shot you.

Don't be silly.

Once I tell you...
there's no going back.

So what are you? A gangster?

I'm a spy.

I work for MI5.

MI5? ..Jesus.

Well, it's a job,
with an office, and a pension.

It's got a canteen. It's not out
of the ordinary. You just got shot!

Well, there are perks(!) What?
Why don't we have a cup of tea? Eh?

Why were you at the restaurant? You
were always there. Cos I fancied you.

No, why did you come in the first
place? Because there was an op.

What, some spying thing?
At my restaurant? What was it about?

I can't tell you that. Secrets(!)

You can't expect me to go
against my training, right?

Your training? I am what I do.
But I don't KNOW what you do.

Matthew, why didn't you tell me?
I couldn't. Why? Vetting.

You vetted me?

It's routine when officers
form liaisons. Great(!)

So, now you know that I'm not
Bin Laden's sister, you can tell me.

I was scared if I told you, you'd
leave. Everything flows from that.

No. Everything flows from,
"Can I trust you?"

Is Matthew your real name?

No.

What happened there?

Sorry, Harry, we had no idea
Peter Salter was undercover.

We weren't briefed. Let me tell you,
you did NOT see Peter Salter today.

You'd be in very hot water if it HAD
been him. It was him on the tapes.

I have viewed the tapes
and you are mistaken. Aren't you?

Oh... Yes.

And your operatives did well
in the crowd?
HE CHUCKLES

Poor young Jeff Catty...

with a penguin on his head.

Very well done.

Go and write it up.

That it? What do you want?

My tongue down your throat?

Matthew Archer got a tax demand
this morning. It's not real.
Don't spies pay taxes?

Inland Revenue run a special office
so no-one can trace us. Trace you?

Yes.

What is it?

What is what?

Your real name.

Tom Quinn.

'Matthew...

'Matthew...

'Ellie, I'm not like you.

'There are things... I know.
You don't know.

'Matthew...

'..I love you.'

'The brilliant Mr Salter.

'Recruited at Oxford to GCHQ.

'Training for advanced
computer code breaking.

'Volunteered for MI5 service, 1977.

'Commended for bravery -
Operation Burnt Field, Belfast, 1978.

'Seconded to MI6, 1985 to '89...

'Fly me to the Moon.

'Returned to us - 1992.

'Recruited following officers...'

Zoe, what's going on?
Why's Harry saying he wasn't there?

Salter recruited Tom. Tom doesn't
talk about how the Service got him.

How did you join?

Won't say?

Can't say?

All that matters is us...

here and now.

Great(!)

So in this "here and now", I stop
calling you Matthew and call you Tom?

I'll change MY name, too.
Call me...Pussy Galore.

I've told you I do a job
serving my country. Is that so bad?

What about Maisie?
Are you going to tell her?

Well, it can be difficult with kids.
I can't have her lied to.

Not after what she went through
with her father.

Tell Maisie...or I leave you.

MOBILE RINGS

Matthew? Chris. Fancy a quick drink?
Yeah. Fox On The Hill?

I've got to go. Was that "them"?
No, I'm just going for a drink.

There was no briefing
that he was on the demo?

No. Harry wanted us to forget it.

But it was odd. It was. It was odd,
Tom. Right. Nail everything down.

Oh, this could be tasty.

Why was Peter undercover without me
knowing? You are on sick leave.
I run Peter.

All right. I'm running Peter
on a special op. What op?

How is Ellie? Her vetting flagged
up positive. Don't do that, Harry.

What? Threaten me with career
damage. Ellie was on a Women Reclaim
The Streets march in 1992. Please!

Peter went off-piste on the demo,
didn't he? And you didn't know
he was going to blow his cover.

Turn him over to me. He's mine.
I run him because I know him.

I'm not giving you a choice here,
Harry. Oh, when shall we lay down
our burdens? ..All right.

That is Istvan Vogel?

That was in his Dusseldorfer Bank
days. Before he got religion.
If world anarchy IS a religion.

Istvan Vogel, anarchist.
Enemy of the state.

The wizard behind anti-American
riots around the world.

He has vowed to scorch the earth
and not leave a bank
or stock exchange standing.

He's here to strike against the
Bush visit? Like he did in Genoa?

That's the thought
browning trousers in Downing Street.

How could you keep me out of this?
You weren't in for a good reason -

which will shortly become apparent.

Get me Jools Siviter at MI6.
Oh, no.

Ah, gentlemen, a very good afternoon
to you. Jools, how are you?

Very well indeed, thank you.

And you brought terrier Tom with you.
..Good to see you, Tom. Jools.

Well, I thought it'd be rather jolly
if we walked about a bit.

Gives one a frisson, going amongst
the plebs talking of state secrets.

And if you're very good,
I've got a bit of a treat for you.

Fine.

No, you should have asked ME
if Tom here was to be briefed or not.

It is my decision to use
whatever officers I want.
It is NOT your decision.

Do we have to potty-train
all you people? MI6 runs operations
abroad, MI5 at home.

English Channel, Calais, foreign bods
and Johnnies South - WE take care.

White Cliffs of Dover,
all British and Irish - YOUR concern.

But in this case, the undercover
officer was from OUR Service. He is
seconded to us. He is not... Moment.

Ah. A jolly bit of news.

You were saying? He is not seconded
to you. It is a joint operation...

The operation concerns a foreign
national. So WE are prima mobile.
You are what?

Oh, Tom, you spoke. So good to see
you working on your skills(!)

Afternoon, gents. Great day for it.

Absolutely. Do not discuss this
in the street, Jools.

I agree. Don't worry,
I know where we can get a drink.

All quiet on the Western Front,
Mr Patel? All quiet, Mr Siviter.

Good. Shut up shop now, I think.
Yes, Mr Siviter.

The joy of an obbo post
is the great powers can't see
how much you're drinking.

What is this? This is the treat.

We've been bugging an anarcho's flat,
but something else has wandered in.

So they're home?
Yes, sir.
Talking? Rumpty-tumpty?

AMOROUS GASPING

Thank you. What is going on?

The girl your Peter Salter is making
waves with has been using the flat
of a comrade of hers - German.

Where Peter's been giving her
the benefit of his vast experience.

You're conducting surveillance
on one of my officers
without my authorisation?

The mikes were already there.
You want his intelligence product
for yourself!

Well, there's no real product yet.

GASPING

You're MI5.

Why am I doing this?! Shit!

PETER SALTER:
'It's the danger. It's sexy.

'Oh, yeah? I've just discovered I've
been shagging a spy for two months.'

Andrea... No! Just...

Who's the girl?
Please can we all be up to speed?

Andrea Chambers, 25. No college.
Sushi bar co-owner - mother's money,
bar failed.

Then It girl around town.
Weekend on a Yorkshire commune
and never looked back since.

Anarchists these days get their totty
from Cheltenham Ladies' College.

I trusted you. I told myself
I was in love with you.

You've got to believe me.

I'm the thing
the security service fears the most.

The spy who goes through traitor's
gate and embraces everything
he's been trained to destroy.

I want to be with you.
I want to be one of you.

I've learnt from you.
There is a world elsewhere.

Is that a quote from something?
Shakespeare - Coriolanus.

One hell of a pitch, I must say.
He is very good.

'Just hold me.'
How do these bastards do it?

Tell Istvan I want to meet him.
No. He won't. Yes, he will.

Tell him I've got a dead-ground map.
For the whole country.

What's a dead-ground map?

All the major government buildings,
communications, military sites...

The map shows
where CCTV cameras miss.

You could raid anywhere
in the country.

Did he clear this with you?
Absolutely. He's right on game plan.

Bloody imaginative for YOU, Harry.
I hope you've thought it through.

We just lost a bug.

What's happening?

Goodnight, sweet ladies. Goodnight.

If YOUR officer wrecks one of our hot
houses, it comes out of YOUR budget!

Peter.

Peter...

Go to this address.
You'll be safe there.

I'll come and get you.

Now, we'd better get out of
this place - separately. Old habits.

I still don't know
if I can trust you.

I'll prove it to you.

I love you...so you'd better.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello.
Hello. Is Ellie there, please?

Who is it? It's Tom.

Someone called Tom.

Sorry, she's tied up.

Just tell her that, er...

Never mind. Don't worry.

Hello, Tom.

So you moved Harry over, did you?
Something like that.

Don't you get too clever at the
office politics! "Look out, not in."

Salter's rule for the officer's
sanity. I remember. I hope you do.

After all, I perverted you
to the service of the Crown.

So where's the girl?

Camden B&B.

Peter, the game plan Harry gave you
was to be undercover. Work the girl.
You have gone way, way off-piste.

These may be anarchists, but they're
as tight as an old Leninist cell.

A normal cover game won't give me any
chance of getting near Istvan Vogel.

We're all con men, aren't we?

What's the hook that I've got
to con Istvan? It's ME, my soul.

And offering him the dead-ground
map? It's the cherry on top.

Where did you get it from? A pretty
girl I know in Ordnance Survey.

You'll have to turn it in.

Am I under some sort of cloud?

Yep. Let me guess - Harry's getting
grief from Vauxhall Cross cos I'm no
playing it by the book? No, no.

You've started a turf war, but they
are dazzled by Istvan Vogel as the
prize. You're the hero of the hour.

So what's the problem? Me.

It's me.

You're in love with the girl.
You blew your cover for her.

You weren't acting
back in that flat. Yeah, well.

I hear YOU'VE got a new girl.

Have you told her yet? Yeah.

Yeah, you have to in the end,
don't you?

The big difference is Ellie
is not a target on an operation.

She's a believer, Tom. That's what
makes her so beautiful. Her purity.

Oh, Peter, please! How many in
our trade have fallen for that one?

I've not fallen, I'm just in love.
Oh, Peter, Peter... Believe me, Tom.

Look, I am SO close.
When I DO bust Istvan Vogel,

then Jools and Harry, all of you,
will be buzzing round the honey pot.

Then the service can put me in
a dead file and retire Andrea and me

to a little fruit farm or something.

OK.

OK. OK. I can operate independently?
My style?

When have you ever not?

Great! There has to be an end to it
somewhere.

To what? Obedience to the state.

I'm closing this operation down.

You can't do that. We'll go back
to Thames House. Now. Fuck you!

They'll get to Bush.
You are stood down.

What's happened to you?

Ambition? You're losing it, Peter.

Maybe we all do in the end.

Tom, I need to see her tonight.

I can't let that happen.
Before she ruins her life.

Come on. A favour for the master?
I love her, Tom.

First thing tomorrow morning, Thames
House. Expect to be there all day.

Jawohl mein Gruppenfuhrer.

Tom...

Thanks.

How did the debriefing go?
I pulled him. You what?

He's not reliable.
The great Peter Salter not reliable?

It was the way he said,
"Obedience to the state."

What way? Like a believer.

I hope I'm wrong. So do I.

Where is he now?

He's at the Camden B&B.
Zoe and Danny are watching.

Good.

Tell me everything
that he said to you.

Earl Grey teabags. What?

You didn't get any. Why would
I get YOU Earl Grey teabags?

I like them.

No. ..Look, we have a flatshare.
We are not married.

Is Earl Grey teabags married? Yes.

Was there a cashpoint back there?
What is it with you and plastic?

Every time I'm unhappy,
I have this urge to get money.

He's going in to the girl.

KNOCKS

It's me.

What time did they say
they'd pick us up? 1.30.

Right. Call 999. Ask for the police.

Say there's a man and a woman having
sex in a BMW in Horlworth Road,
Camden, and there's children about.

Just do it.

SIREN WAILS

Sod it!

RAP ON WINDOW

We've had a complaint, sir.
There ARE children about, you know.

What, at one o'clock at night?
Now, don't get funny. Danny.

Please arrange your clothes and get
out. My clothes aren't unarranged!

Shit! You shit! Right, that's it!
Get out of the vehicle NOW!

GERMAN ACCENT:
Andrea, get in the front.
Peter, in with me.

Mobile?

Thank you.

If you were I, what would you
ask me to ask you to do now?

Thank you.

So are we going to kill him, then?

The President of the United States,
when he visits in five days' time?

We going to pop him or what?
We have a long way to go.

RINGS

Hello? Hello. Is Matth...?
Is Tom there, please?

Who wants to know?
Could you tell him it's Harold?

No.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Was that the phone? Dunno.

MOBILE BEEPS

Hi. My mobile was off. Tom, we've
lost Peter Salter. Get in here.

Right. Thanks.

God, Ellie, look... What?
I've got to go. It's 6.20.

When time did you get in? Two?
You said you went out for a drink
with a friend. I've got to shower.

Who is Harold?

If someone calls with a message,
it will be important.

So please, tell me what they say.

You're going to have to tell me...

once...

in detail, all of it. Just once.

Then maybe we'll be in with a chance.

Where are we, then? Wales?

Why do you think that? Sense
of geography. Goes with my trade.

The English secret pig policeman.

The loony anarcho enemy
of the world order, I presume.

Mr Salter, secret agents have tried
to penetrate our group before.

We have dealt with them.

Did they all bring gifts?

Ah, yes,
the legendary dead-ground map.

Very impressive.

So...what's the plan
for the Bush visit?

Tell him.

We're going to occupy the Mall,
so Bush can't drive up it
to the State Banquet.

Special Forces will mash you to bits
We are not afraid of a fight.

What good...? We've found out
where the gas main crosses the Mall.

We just need to hold out long enough
to dig down and set it alight.

And you think
this is a wonderful wheeze?

The disruption will be bigger
than Stockholm.

< ANGRY SHOUTING

Not you! Get out!

(What's going on?)

They're going to blame us.

Tom, sorry about last night...
Harry wants you. What about? Now!

Right.

KNOCK ON DOOR
Come in.

About losing Salter... It's not abou
that. Have you got them on you?

Your credit cards.

I wanted you to work it out, Danny,
this thing you have with money,

particularly money that you don't
have. We all have our little quirks,

and breaking into computers
to set your own credit rating
isn't such a sin in our trade -

it's an impulse that,
creatively channelled,
could be used to brilliant effect.

Sadly, in your case it has not -
yet. But I AM going to protect you.

Now, because of Mr Salter,

during the next few days
we will all be in the spotlight

and the menders will be sent in
to vet us to the very backs
of our eyeballs.

So you are now owning up.
Aren't you?

Yeah. Then give me the cards,
you bloody idiot.

Punishment.

Office. Staff. Training.

No, Harry, not that. For as long
as it takes. Punishment reforms...

or the kind I dish out does.

You've got the balls to do it, but
what will you achieve? We will raise
consciousness...in the public mind.

Oh, sorry! Since you come so fresh
to the cause, what do YOU suggest?

If you want to change the world,
REALLY give the powers that be
a fright.

And how do we do that, Peter?

Let me amaze you with the
vulnerability of the modern world.

Use the dead-ground map
as a tool for greater things.

Blind spots on the security coverage
of Medway University.
Its Ordnance Survey department

has computers that are linked to
the mainframe of air-traffic control.

I'm the same rank as Tom.
Why wasn't I included in the loop?

Oh, career, career, Tessa!
Careering along faster and faster,

straight over the edge of the
bloody cliff! Harry! Stressful day.

I'll brief you on anything you've
not learnt in the ladies'. But first
things first. You have a source -

one Billy Turner. He lies in
a home-grown British anarchist group
called Trashers. He's not reliable.

He looks terrific to me.
Spent enough on him too.

I don't think he's anywhere near
Istvan Vogel. We'll take anything
we can get. We're desperate, right?

I'll meet him. No. Zoe will.

You have more senior tasks.
Where's the dead drop for Billy?
Hampstead Heath, but...

What?! Fine.

So! We doing something today?

Like...driving up to Alton Towers?
Alton Towers!

Matthew! Matthew!

I need to talk to you first, Maisie.

OK. Go and sit over here.

Now...

..my real name's not Matthew.

Do I have to call you Tom now?
Do you mind?

Why did you say you were Matthew?
Because...

Matthew was a secret name. It wasn't
a secret name, cos I know it.

Tom's your secret name.

I'm a spy.

Do you know what that is? Someone
who watches someone when they
don't know they're being watched.

Yes.

Hello, Zoe. What's happened?
Where's Billy Turner? He's here.

Oh, don't go wobbly on me, Zoe.
What, there IS no Billy Turner?

You're running a phantom agent?
Tessa, why? For the money.

I pocket the sweeteners. He's not
the only one. There are lots more.

That is so, SO dangerous. All in odd
corners. I thought Billy was safe -

no-one would notice
a stupid little anarchist group.

Then all this business came up.

Could I have a sandwich?

Oh, well...

..I think I'll kill him.

What's that?

Ten grand. Tell Harry
that Billy Turner didn't show.

What makes you so confident
that I'll go along with this?

I'm not.

Matthew's real name is Tom and he's
a spy. But we can call him Tom now.

He's promised he won't get shot
again. But we're not to tell. Ever.

We going to Alton Towers now?

DOOR SLAMS

Zoe, you in there?

I've had a bitch of a day
and this I can do without!

Zoe!

That's the plan, brought to us by
our new comrade. The moment's come.

For?

(Quickly. Less than ten seconds
before we lose the blind spot.

(Go! Go, go!)

Which machine?

This one's as good as any other.

What are you doing? Istvan said
the group never carries arms.

Private initiative.
Well, put it away. NOW.

Prat.

How much longer?
How long is a piece of string?

SHOUTS

I don't trust you to do this.
I've never trusted you to do this.

ALARM

Take the computers! Just the towers!
They'll think there's a break-in.

What about you? Just get out.

No! Don't let us down.

ALARM BLARES

And there you have it, you bastards.

Armed police! Let's not have
anyone hurt! No need to rush!

I'm coming out now!

Coming out!

Armed police! Stand still!

I'm putting it down!

Is he here yet? Special Branch
just brought him in to the basement.

Any idea where the girl is?
No. ..Oh, shag.

So, now your star officer gets caught
stealing computers from a university!
I'm quizmaster. Tom is quizzing him.

Tom? Little tinkering Tom here
is responsible for this mess.
If it's one of you, let it be Tessa.

Jools, till you and your Old Etonian
cronies get me the push, this is MY
department. Tom will be quizmaster.

I have viewing rights. Be our guest.

Lively this side of the river. Do yo
want him now or later? Right away.

Right! When our guest arrives,
no staring. He's a returning hero.

Zoe, when he passes,
say hello, normal as you can.

SALTER BREATHES HEAVILY

Tom.

INAUDIBLE

'I thought we'd use Harry's office.
Is he not here?

'No. He's at some function. He'd be
delighted to hear you're out.'

Bug your own office, do you, Harry?
Just for special occasions.

Are you OK? Yeah, I'm OK.

Tinnitus, you know,
with the bang-bangs.

'Harry's finest? Not for me.'

Got any smokes? No, sorry.

Anyway...a triumph.

Yeah? Yes. But you were so off-piste
you weren't even on the mountain!

So, let's do the details. It IS the
President's visit they're going for?

Yeah. Where's their HQ?
They had me blindfolded.

Any feelings? East Anglia.
East Anglia? Not much cover.

There were sheds.
Aircraft hangers? Could be.

Doesn't really matter.
We've got the girl. She'll tell us.

This university stunt. What was the
point of that? Theft to raise funds?

Yeah, right. They're...broke.

Yeah. We picked the girl up.

She got away from the university,
and then she hurt herself.

How? Broke her ankle.
Her comrades left her.

They would. Hard lot, are they?
They reckon so.

Shall I make a leap?
You always taught me to make leaps.

Be my guest. Wales.

A guess? East Anglia's the opposite
side of the country to Wales.

Thank you(!)

Have you just cracked me?

I don't know. You tell me.

Fuck you, Tom Quinn.

The old...Cernwyth Army Range...
north of the Black Mountains.

'I trained there when it was alive.

'The old faces,
old places come around.'

Cheeky, though, eh? Terrorists
holed up on a derelict MOD site.

They're in woodland...it was
called Red Alpha on the maps.

Go!

You really got Andrea?
Oh, yes. Paddington Green nick.

Special Branch quizmasters
are with her. Those animals.
I want her here. Now. Sure.

Bring Miss Chambers
round to Thames House.

Right away, Tom.

'You, of all people.'

Why, Peter?

Boredom.

Crippling, chest-tearing,
bum-clenching boredom...

..with what this country's become.

Buy, sell, image,

credit-card nirvana.

When the Soviet Union was crap, you
thought, yeah, we've got something.

My father died for it - democracy.

Now, there's...nothing.
It's all gone...

dead.

No-one believes in anything
any more.

Then there was Andrea.

This...posh girl...
turning herself inside out...

for what she believes.

The passion for a new life...

it nearly broke her.

She's in good faith.

I always thought that about you, Tom.
You are in good faith.

So you're telling me you threw it
all away to go on a little robbery

for your new anarchist faith? Hmm?

It was a feint, wasn't it?

What WERE you doing there, Peter?
When Andrea gets here, I'll tell you

She WILL be here?

No, she won't.
Because you don't have her, do you?

The oldest trick in the book.

You trained me. You bastard.

'Come back to us, Peter.
You know we don't burn our own.

'You'll be given a desk job,
then retirement, pension, the perks.

'You can be with Andrea.

'She got away to Wales? We think so.'

Don't make us crucify you, Peter.
I need the bog.

Peter, I still respect you.
I want to keep that.

Don't kid me, Tom. You and I know
there's only one future for me -
as a double agent,

betraying her, her friends.

There'll be no dream
retirement cottage with garden.

Andrea picking roses
in a see-through chiffon dress.

No disgrace. You'd be serving your
country. That's what's SHE'S doing.

Can I ask you a personal question?

What? Would you give up your life
to protect what you believe in?

I would.

'We know the terrible cost
the service can wreak on all of us.

'And how the strong can be
proved weak because of its demands.

' "There but for the grace of God
go all of us." '

But don't lose sight of the fact
this was an extraordinary operation

and a great success.

A potentially dangerous extremist
group, stopped in its tracks.

Its leader facing extradition,
prosecutions at home,

and a point to the public well made.

Very, very well done.

APPLAUSE
And now, Jools Siviter
will eat his hat.

Well, little sisters...

..big sister says...
"A wake for Peter Salter".

Free drinks upstairs at the George.

Then we can all go out tomorrow
with clear heads

and welcome the President
of the United States to our shores,

unmolested
by assorted Euro-anarchists.

CLAPPING

Why bust into a geography department
in a university,
and kill yourself for it?

Geography. Name of towns,
rivers, valleys and hills...

It's mad.

So...
the three aims of the service are?

Guys, don't do this to me.

Tell us what REALLY goes on
up at the Grid, Danny.

Well, I'll tell you one scam
an officer was into.
Setting his own credit-card ratings.

Did they catch him? In the end.

Was it you, Danny?
Don't be cheeky. The three aims?

Come fly with me, Danny.

I want to fly away!
River deep, mountain high!
I know what Salter was up to!

Geography. National Ordnance Survey.
And the Survey's computers...

Air traffic control. They supply air
traffic control with information on
the height of aircraft flight paths.

The only way in to air traffic
control is direct to the mainframe.
Zoe,

the geography department work on
the Ordnance Survey. It's a way in!

MOBILE RINGS

Yeah?

He's put a virus in the mainframe to
down the system. The President lands
in 4 hours. We'll meet for a drink.

Tom! Seen the news?
Air traffic control's gone down.

Bush is having to land in Paris
and come by train. What happened?

Some obscure technical problem.
'..His safety is paramount.

'The DTI say the computer problem
at air traffic control was minor

'and the shutdown automatic.'

How was your day?

A man, who believed in a cause,

killed himself for love.

Totally pointless.

This better be about something big.
If my party colleagues saw this...

The fall of the government?

Illegal arms sales
were relatively innocent.

You mistrust Maynard?
Yes. An ambiguity there.

What are you involved with?