All language subtitles for Spooks.S01E06.The.Lesser.Of.Two.Evils.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

This programme contains some scenes
of a violent nature.

In the Service,
dependence can be a risk.

Have you any idea...
how horrible these things sound?

Tessa's running phantom agents.

I think I'll kill him.

You've laid this on me -
now I'M involved.

You're despicable. I'm in love.

How are we doing?
Nearly there. She not happy, then?

I just want her to feel safe. You
think someone's gonna come for you?

Any of them can come for any of us.
Security's in the mind, isn't it?

You wanted Fort Knox - you got it.
What have you done to my front door?

Ah, well, now, you see...
Reinforced steel.

Works with a swipe card.
State-of-the-art, will not find this
in Banham any time soon.

No key code, it's in the strip. We'll
keep a spare set in case you lock
yourself out. This is the business.

Universal swipe. Central locking, all
doors and windows. Security glass.

Think BMW in Jo'burg.
Come inside a sec.

Right, check it out. Windows,
french doors, even the roof access.

All fail-safe, all through this key.
..I hope this works with her, Tom.
She's a great person.

I know. How reliable is the strip?
Ah.

Sorry, mate.

Watch this.

BEEPING
Would I give you anything
but the best?

Hold your nose back.
Oh, good girl. Ugh! That should help.

MAISIE COUGHS

I didn't mean to let you in.
My hand slipped. Look, take this.

New front door key.

At the Hilton now, are you(?) I know
how you feel about living with me
and being safe. I've changed things.

Come back, please.

You can't stay here.

Go and have a look...

please.

How does it...work?
Well, it's just like a key on the
outside. Swipe it through the slot.

Light goes green, you're in. Coming
out it's the same, swipe it like a
credit card. OK? Go and see. Please.

I'd rather you showed me.
I will, I will, but...

But...? But...I have a very importan
project on right now...

Mm-hm? So... What is it?
Are you gonna do some spying?

Be careful! I will.

HEAVY BREATHING

Right...

Go ahead. Hello, this is Jodie from
the Sovereign Guest House in Ealing.

I need an urgent credit-card check
on a Mr Patrick McCann.

One moment.

Encrypting Red channel.
This is really quite urgent.

McCann, Patrick. Section commander
in splinter Republican group, active
Service Unit leader for many years,

responsible for the murder
of 20 RUC policemen

and two Security Service operatives
in the late '70s. Why?

DOORBELL RINGS
Uh...he's ringing the doorbell.

You went over Tom's head on this?!
Tom wasn't here.

Tom handles McCann. You know that.
I had to act at once.

You let a known terrorist into a
safe house. He said Azabia, Harry.
Azabia. This isn't about Ireland.

The consequences could be
horrendous. Who knows how many safe
houses will have to be closed down,

housekeepers retired? This could
push the budget over the abyss!
You've called the cavalry?

Anti Terrorist Unit and Special
Branch will be six minutes. Are they
getting a tram(?) That's fast!

He'll be gone before then, and all
we'll be left with is the smell of
sulphur. ..Is this live? Yes, sir.

'Did you want a cup of tea?
I want to exchange information
and I want a favour in return.'

What's that?

A grenade.

I want a meeting with an officer
who knows enough about Azabia to know
THIS isn't a bunch of paddywhack.

If you want special terms, I'll have
to talk to the landlord. You will.

Tell him I know what
Azabia's been planning in the Sudan.
'I don't think he'd believe you.'

'Well, he'd better. Cos what they're
planning affects him and his employer
in a very big way!'

This is a SIM card.
Stick it in a mobile phone.

Call the number in the address book
between 11.51 and midnight tonight.
Nine minutes only.

You said you wanted a favour
in return. Brave woman.

'Do you want to say what it is?
That's for the landlord.

'Let me out of here. Now!'

How the hell did he know
about the safe house?
Never underestimate Patrick McCann.

This is information
from a highly suspect source.

Not all of you were need-to-know
about Azabia, for good reason. Tom.

Azabia is an ultra-extremist cell
hiding out in the Sudan, a
fragment from the Al Qaeda fallout.

The group has been yellow-tagged, so
MPs, Foreign Office, most of Downing
Street and the Press do not know,

repeat, do not know of the group's
existence. No knowledge, no leaks.

Azabia are Bin Laden's most loyal
followers, believed to be behind
both US Embassy bombings in 2000.

So far, they have been impenetrable.
They work in couples, family units.

How do you come between brothers
that write nothing down? A CIA
proxy agent got near, but was blown.

What was left of his genitals
was posted to the American Embassy
in Paris. Ouch! As far as we know,

Azabia has shown no interest in any
action in the UK yet. Mostly India,
Indonesia. The clock is against us.

I think this offer's real.
McCann wants to trade. Trade what?

Got to be big to do a walk-in.
Even with a grenade. If Azabia are
going to attack the UK, we must act

He went to a safe house. Must mean
he has something. And the fact he
knows Azabia exists! What do we do?

We do what he's asked us to do.
We try and deal with him.

Come on, come on, group dynamics!
It's too dangerous. Oh, is it?!
Why?

He's way ahead, calling the shots.
It's our job to catch up. I agree
with Tessa. I agree with Zoe.

So we do nothing? We do something.
We set up the meeting with McCann
and kill him. This isn't Guatemala!

Let me rephrase for faint hearts.
We bring about a curtailment of his
continuing existence through proxy.

Are you saying we hand McCann over to
the provisional IRA?! You know what
they do with people who leave them.

Let his ex-comrades beat the shit out
of him and get the truth on Azabia.

We liaise with the Provos
whilst they torture a suspect?!

- A Belfast officer is liaising now.
- This is grotesque!

Grotesque is taking McCann at his
word! You're out of your depth. He
wanted an officer who knows Azabia.

It'll be on the critical list. This
is not THE truth, it's THEIR truth.
We have no way of verifying it.

So I need to meet him. Not you. I
know enough about Azabia to confirm
his intentions. No-one else can.

I want a collective decision. We
must agree. I say burn him. McCann's
an old dog. You won't get near him.

I'm an old dog, too. ..Danny? Meet
him, see what info he's offering.
Even if the info is contaminated?

Tessa? Danny's right.
We can't afford not to. Zoe? Meet.

So be it.

Tom, if you get to McCann,

no deals. Nothing.

This is strictly
information-gathering.

I just hope you know what kind
of a bastard we're dealing with.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

MCCANN: 'Go north on the A11,
in a white Ford Mondeo,
till the meter reads 68.5.

'There's a works unit road, cross the
field and I'll meet you there. Dress
for the country, Davy Crockett.'

Tessa gave you money. I didn't know
what for. To shut you up! What do
you think it was for?! I don't know.

I can't get my head round it. Maybe
it's part of something bigger, an
op. A big op. Or she's testing me.

It's a scam! A senior officer,
sitting in this room, running false
agents and trousering the cash.

You have to pass it through Harry. I
know. So do it. Now! Well, I can't!
I've left it too long. Here we go.

Meet is rural, tomorrow afternoon.
Isolated. Complicated. Lots of open
ground, so no ambushes, no backup.

Send a messenger. Wire them. You can
hang back, listening. Prompt him
when the subject moves to Azabia.

He'll check for wires. Can you sort
out the transport? A white Mondeo.

THEY SPEAK IN IRISH

Keep it English. No use
drawing more attention to ourselves.

Anyone seeing this would think we're
in some fecky farmer's porn video.
YOU picked the spot. Let's walk.

Let's not.

I guess this wasn't easy for you,
Mr Crockett. Had to pull a few
strings? I know I certainly did.

Something like that. The secrecy's
for MY benefit, too. There's people'
fry my balls if they knew about this

Suddenly grown a conscience?!
I'll let you know what it feels like
when I've worn it in. Rich.

It's the same for us, you know.
I don't like breathing the same air
as YOU, either. D'you follow?

Azabia.

We've had a minor corporate cash-flow
problem, thanks to certain recent
events. So we've been freelancing.

Bit of management consultancy.
Few hard lads down in Columbia,
the odd mercenary in Somalia.

And then we get a call from
a couple of hard-nuts in the Sudan.

Needed a how-to on some anti-tank
weaponry they'd acquired.
State-of-the-art, the dog's bollocks.

So we sent a couple of our lads over,
but we weren't taking any chances.
So we had them checked out.

Those boys would kill you
as quick as look at you. ..Nothing
new to speak of. Till last week.

Another check.

And suddenly, there's
this very detailed aerial schematic
of a large-scale Brit facility.

A power station.

A nuclear power station.

Sefton B.

They do what I think they're
gonna do, and most of Ireland's
uninhabitable for the next 200 years.

Not to mention everything north
of Bristol. Not that we'd miss Wales.
..Oh, don't look at me like that.

This is a holy war. They're serious.
And when a man with my experience
tells you that, you should listen.

They scare the shite out of me.
You could..."disincentivise" them.
Kill them, you mean?

Great minds think alike, Davy. Sadly,
my branch chief had other ideas.

Wanted his money up front. But by
the time he realised he was an eejit,
they were already on their way.

And so I had to come crying to youse.
For help. You do what I ask,
and you'll get it all.

Names, routes, dates,
everything we've got.
We've got access. We've got trust.

Jesus, Mr Crockett, I'm your man
in the Sudan. When did they leave?

They're already here?

How much money do you want?
Money is not our only concern.

What do you want?
Today is Tuesday... I want a blind
eye kept till sunrise Thursday.

We're doing
a bit of business here, and we'd
rather you kept your noses out of it.

No police, no Special Branch, no
uniforms. 30 hours. Special offer.

This is a...technical matter, but
how can we trust you? We should just
let you commit a terrorist outrage?

Trusting your enemy's a fine art,
Mr Crockett. We're not planning
a "terrorist outrage"!

All right? You're forgetting it's
OUR country on the line here, too.

New SIM card.
Call the number in the address book
between 1651 and 1700 tonight.

Nine minutes only, then
I dump the phone. Why the rush? Why
d'you think?! You mean it's soon?

I mean you'd better get back
in your car. We have a deal?

Bit unfair, really. You know MY name,
and I know YOURS ain't
Davy bloody Crockett. Call me Dave.

How many times do I have to tell
you? This is contaminated truth!
It's a hook.

If we ignore the activities
of McCann's group for 30 hours,
you know what we'd be doing?

Trading an attack by a splinter
Republican cell for a fantasy
about Sefton B! I disagree.

Why? The stakes are high. Dissident
IRA commander comes alone to a safe
house. Follows up with a meeting.

Keeps to his word about backup
AND time and place. We know that the
word of the IRA, whatever faction,

is as permanent as a fart in a wind
machine. We've no choice. We have to
deal. We have four hours to agree.

We have a potential moral horror
here. I do not like moral horrors.
I prefer facts. Danny, Zoe,

how vulnerable is Sefton B? And
what anti-tank weapon could Azabia
have gotten hold of? Right. Right.

We have ONE ace in the hole.
..I've been dishonest, Tom. When
you met McCann, you DID have backup.

It worked rather well.
They followed you,
then followed him...to his hideaway.

Thanks to you, we have a dissident
IRA commander under surveillance.

He's over here on his evil business.
He must be stopped.

That's what's going to happen.
There'll be no deals with McCann.

NUMBER IS DIALLED

Zoe, call.

Where are you? Almost there. I need
an urgent appointment with the DG.
But cover for me for an hour.

You and Danny do exactly as Harry
told you, find out about the weapon.

When's Tom due back?
Not for an hour or so.

I've been to Sefton B. It's hard. Two
reprocessing plants, four reactors,
Britain's main plutonium stockpile.

They've not got a sign saying "Bewar
Of The Sheep"! It's protected. It's
not the main site I'm worried about.

Area D421. It houses about 20 tanks
containing liquid
high-level radioactive waste.

A leak would release a cloud
45 times as deadly as Chernobyl.
No wonder the Irish are up in arms.

They've concrete coming out of their
arses. You can't do anything except
from the air, and the RAF cover that.

Normally, half the tanks are empty.
But with increased capacity, the
stand-by tanks are almost all full.

Two intermediate level tanks
have thin concrete containment,
about a metre.

They're being refurbished,
especially their roof.

To hit the roof, you'd need something
to fly up, then strike straight down.

Most mobile anti-tank units
fire direct, they do not have
a top-attack mode. So SOME do, then.

I'll get the MOD on the blower.

Mr Quinn, the DG has asked me to say
that it's best he doesn't see you.

This is a matter of national...
Please let me finish.

Best he doesn't ACTUALLY see you.
However, at the moment,
there is a window.

Would you follow me?

I'll just take your blood pressure.
There'll be a little discomfort.

Yes, Doctor. Well, get on with it.
I haven't got all day!

SHE CLEARS THROAT

So, you are here to complain
about your superior in the Service?

Yes. I never thought I'd have to
talk about Harry like this. Why not?
If he's going doolally, needs must!

Please, sir, this is difficult for
me. Please don't emote. You're here
to gripe, so spit. I'm not here to..

It's never my policy to listen to
gripes. That's why this meeting isn't
taking place. Open wide. Say "Ah".

Ah-h-h-h. You believe the Irishman?
Yes. Why?

Three reasons. The personal risk
he's taking by even talking to us.

The credibility of his story and
the seriousness of what is at stake.

If they have no surveillance for 30
hours, what do you think they'll do?
I think they'll keep to their word.

No, that's what you WANT to happen.
But as the old KGB used to say, "Hope
for the best, expect the worst."

Hence I ask, what is your worst fear
in this scenario? They launch
an attack on the mainland.

In which case we prevent a greater
outrage, a possibility, by allowing
a lesser, a certainty? Yes.

A moral twister. Terrible to decide.
The art of dealing with your enemy
is a fine thing. Bend over, please.

Do you...enjoy such decisions?

No. Wrong answer. If you don't,
you have no business in the Service.

I'm going to overrule Harry on this
occasion. Go ahead. Call Rosie when
it's done, and I'll deal with Harry.

GLOVE SNAPS
Thank you, sir.

Now, it's finger-up-my-prostate time,
so I'd be grateful if you leave. Sir.

Work phone, we've put McCann's
SIM card in here, all teed up.
OK. How long do we have?

Four minutes to cut-off.
OK, stay close.

Recording. 'Davy Crockett, I
presume.' King of the wild frontier.
'Cutting it fine, aren't you?'

I'm going to give you a number,
mobile number. This is my number.
07700 900 002.

Confirm that. 07700 900 002.
No contact till sunrise Thursday.

Reckon they'll give us
the information on Sefton B? They
say... HE says. And I believe him.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

It's done. Thank you.

Brace for impact.

Tom Quinn!

You went over my head? I took a
decision. The wrong one! GCHQ picked
up a Pay As You Go mobile keyword.

Irish splinter group plans
to hit Broad Street Railway Station
tomorrow morning. Rush hour. A bomb!

MOD flash. 5lb of Semtex gone from
an arms shipment in Newcastle. MO has
McCann's group written all over it.

And this is the man in whom
you've put your trust! You went over
my head. Now I'm going over YOURS.

No more deals.
We're going to stop that bomb.

Smooth bureaucracy away from now on.
Total communication. We group-hug
this one or we all fall down.

'Davy, I said no contact!' There
hasn't been. 'So why tail me? Took
me a bloody hour to shake them!'

I didn't want it. Sadly,
my branch chief had other ideas.

'Problems upstairs, Davy(?)' You sai
no acts of terror. You're planning
to hit Broad Street Station.

Keep to the agreement.
You said no acts of terror.
'We're at war with Britain.

'There's no such thing as terrorism
in wartime. We're striking back.
We're back in business in a big way.'

No warning? 'The rules have changed,
Davy. The gloves are off.

'Try and stop our operation,
the deal is dead, and damn
the consequences for all of us.'

I know you think your boss
is a little...emotional
over Irish matters.

Well, I AM, and for the good of
this team, I'd like to explain why.

I was in Ireland in 1978. My best
friend was a man named Bill Crombie.

One day, we found ourselves
in a rebel pub looking for an IRA
brigade commander. Terrible mistake.

I left, he stayed.

Bravado. They shoved him in the boot
of a car. I could do nothing -
I had no field telephone, no weapon.

They dumped his body later. Hard
to identify a body, most of which
has been burnt away by a blowtorch.

The brigade commander's name
was Patrick McCann.

This has informed
my judgement on this matter.

I trust you'll all understand.
Yes. Yes, Harry.

Absolutely, Harry.

Yes.

Thank you.

Their side, we know. They'll blow up
one of London's busiest stations,
unless we stop them. We can't.

They haven't told us enough about
Sefton B. They could withdraw. If we
don't stop the bomb, it'll explode.

We've been in this situation before.
A source tips us off. Stopping
the bomb compromises the source.

Letting it explode could help stop
at least 20 others.
It's a balance sheet of risks.

Lesser evil stops greater evil.
Even when the greater evil
is a fiction?

It's a chance we have to take.
Not on MY watch. We move.
This bomb does not go off.

Maybe he's right. Or he's flipped.
Do not talk about Harry like that.

What happened in Belfast could warp
his judgement. Drop it! If Sefton B
is gonna happen, we have to stop it.

Even if there's the remotest chance.
We're going to. ..Zoe, every hour,
you are going to rewrite Special Ops

on how we're supposedly stopping
McCann's bomb...for Harry's eyes.

Fiction? Harry must think we're
stopping the bomb. Look at old
ops cables and strategy if you like,

but make it watertight. Harry is not
easy to lie to. I can imagine.

Danny, find out which weapon Azabia
plan to use. I've been screaming at
the MOD, but they're snobby bastards

Then scream louder,
pull files on their wives.
We have to know the weapon.

Are we running an MI5 inside MI5?!
Two projects in tandem.
The real one and the decoy.

Decoy goes to Harry, reality stays
here. We have the DG's blessing.
Let's get this done quickly, OK?

Anything, anything at all, call my
mobile. Say the word "bureaucracy",
I'll know Harry's in earshot.

If we stop the blast, McCann
will cut us off. We won't stop it,
we'll smother it. No overt action.

It can be done, we've all seen it
done before. McCann won't believe
it. I don't need him to believe it.

I just need doubt in the equation
for a barefaced denial. We're giving
him craters, not corpses. Get busy.

I need a roof collapse
at Broad Street Station.
Think Heathrow tunnels in '94.

All trains divert to London Bridge
or Clapham.

The roof will go at Broad Street.
Never mind how I know.

It's '60s architecture - of course
it's fallen down! Tarpaulin on the
ceiling, cladding on the concourse...

Tubes must stop. Customer action.
It has to look and sound perfect.

It's national security. You're going
to sign the Official Secrets Act.

By courier from Special Ops. Thanks.

Double the watchers on the station.
I've spoken to Security, and they'll
use the conduit under the platform.

When they leave the package, they'll
tell us what time it's set for,
so start clearing the place.

'We regret to announce
that all trains have been re-routed.
Thank you.'

Infrastructure's fine, pedestrian
routes fine, Station Road's closed.

Apart from bureaucratic wranglings.
Absolutely.

Latest ops? Yup. Zoe?

For the record,
I hate this as much as you do.
Is that the REAL record, is it?!

PHONE RINGS

Yup? 'Device set for 7.30. Shall
we lock it down?' Yes. 'Confirmed.'

So far so good.

Sorry, sir, you'll have to go...

Yeah.

That's just come in from the MOD.

Thanks.

Structural damage...no casualties.

We're in the clear.

Tom...

Mmm?

That anti-attack weapon...
It's a Scimitar missile.

A batch of six
were stolen back in the mid-'90s.

That's why the MOD were clammed up.
I had to tell them. When I said the
magic word "Sefton B", bowels opened.

A Scimitar. I've fired one of these.
Not good. We were thinking lorries.
This can be operated by two people.

My hourly report tells me
the bomb has not been placed,
yet the station is in pieces!

Somebody speak!

Right...

You lot.

Meeting room...NOW!

My department faked a cover-up.
YOUR department?

You were fed false reports. And it's
not in pieces - part of it's faked,
the rest was them. Damaged one side.

Who was aware of this?

Harry, I'm sorry.
I saw a mushroom cloud
over the bloody country. I didn't...

You always taught me
to keep personal issues away
from judgement. YOU didn't.

I'm sorry. ..The attack on Sefton B
is looking real. We even know
the weapon they're going to use.

Shall we brief you?

Oh, well... Needs must.

I did a similar thing
myself once to the DG.

No corpses?

You were lucky.

What weapon? What...?

Oh, uh, right. The Scimitar
was actually a prototype built
for the... Did you say Scimitar?

Mmm. ..built for the LFATGWS program,
a horrible acronym for...

Light Forces Anti-Tank Guided
Weapons System. ..Well, go on!

It's a variation on the Milan or the
Javelin, with two parts - the command
launch unit and the round itself.

Can be carried by two people. Range
is just under 1.9km. This was filmed
in Kosovo. Two warheads - correct?

One to breach reactive armour, one
to pulverise base armour - in this
case, concrete and the steel tank.

How did they find about D421?
An Irish website monitors building
at the plant. It's open source.

Their analysis and timing are
accurate. Azabia may have someone
on the inside, too - we can't be sur

till we re-vet the plant. We're only
halfway through. The concrete should
maintain integrity under blast.

The reinforcement may be corroded.
I feel sick. Can't we shut it down?
You can't shut down nuclear waste!

How will they deliver the ordnance?
Don't know. That's where
Patrick's information comes in.

IF it comes in. ..Surely even McCann
wouldn't screw us on the timing,

which means tomorrow, sunrise,
the clock starts ticking and only
he knows when the alarm's set for.

Meantime, we need a buffer zone.
Cleanse the area. Set up a scare.

Lean on every known extremist
sympathizer on the critical list
within 100 miles.

Presumably we've touched up every
agent in the north-west? Didn't
you mention a source in Bradford?

Well-placed, but sympathies unstable
Don't care. You'll know his buttons.
Push them. Money. How large? Large.

Throw it. Call the Anti-Terrorism
Committee, get the PM on stand-by.

You'll forgive me if I don't hug
you all(!) Get onto the news room.

Harry, I know this might not
be a good time but... Office.

Tessa has been running agents
that do not exist? Yes.

How long have you known this?
For, um...

For...

I was too frightened to tell.
But you ARE telling.

She gave me money.

It's in a safe place.

I'm sure it is. How much?

£10,000!

SHE SOBS

It's just that, uh...in the current
situation, anything that she brings
to the table from her agents...

Well, we can't know
if it's the truth. You're
at the frontier of this job, Zoe.

Because of what we are,
we have to watch each other, painful
though that can sometimes be.

Now, leave this office,
go straight over to Tessa and chat,
all bright and shiny.

Chat about what? Oh, me losing it?

You've done very well.
Now get yourself together.

BEEP!

(You're here!)

Didn't you believe me? I didn't want
to believe it till I saw it!

You look terrible!
That's cos I'm a terrible man.

No, you're not. Not really.

God, I'm glad to see you!

I'm never gonna let you go.
Do you understand me?

Never.

I understand.

'We are just getting reports
of an isolated outbreak

'of foot-and-mouth disease on a farm
in Holywell, very close to the
nuclear power facility, Sefton B.

'If confirmed, this would be
a devastating blow to the
farming community. A spokesman says

'the situation will be monitored...'

Definitely sunrise out there - five
minutes ago. He said he'd call at
sunrise! Foolish youth! He'll call.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

I understand.

He wants to deliver by hand.
No backup. Naturally(!)

This is not what we agreed!
Keep your mouth closed!

HE GRUNTS

Agh!

Come on - get him over here!

Come on, get him in here.

Agh! You messed up our operation.
I dunno what you're talking about!

Sit him down there.
You've got balls, Davy Crockett!

I'm not gonna shoot you. I'm keeping
our end of the bargain. Lucky for you
both our countries are at risk!

Give it to him.

Untie his hands!

All information on the attack is on
the hard drive. Hidden camera record
of our meeting with the bastards.

Headshots, scanned shots,
a map of the area. The whole shebang.
This is one patriot to another.

HE PANTS
Right...
Now, we must move.

We could be friends in another life.

We'll just have to wait till then.

Come on, come on, come on...

Jesus...

Danny, I've got it. It's today. It's
all here. I'm mailing it to you now.

McCann found these three reccy shots
of Sefton B, with D421 in clear shot.

PHONE RINGS

Understood. Boundary's secure.
They're flushing out civvies
from inside the buffer zone.

Face-matching from the laptop IDs
check out. CCTV at a local Outward
Bound Centre saw them. They're there.

They're actually there.

From the reccy shots and map, there's
three possible locations for firing.

We need three teams to watch for
movement, and move when they find it.

'Delta 1, Charlie 6 - what's your
sit rep? Over. Charlie 6, Delta 1,
moving to grid-scanning area.

'Say again! Over.
Area scanning - access farm gate.
Three o'clock, 500 metres.

'Roger, Delta 1.

'Delta 2, Charlie 6,
engagement is green.
Repeat, engagement is green. Over.'

Get this area secure -
I nearly shot a bloody farmer!

'Charlie 6, Delta 3. Enemy located.
Request ROE, over.

'Delta 3, Charlie 6,
ROE is green - over.

'Charlie 6, Delta 3.
ROE confirmed. Engaging.'

Yes.

Look, um, correct me if I'm wrong,
but did we just stop
half the country from being nuked?

Don't tell anyone, remember.
Can I tell you? You just HAVE.
Can I tell you again? Go on, then!

So...what now? Uh...drink, I think.
That's for sure.

You're shaking.
What if we hadn't stopped? No...

The Special Forces have
disincentivised the target, Harry.

"Disincentivised", Zoe? It's over.
Tom made the mistake of saying that
to me after his first probation.

I told him what I'll tell you. It's
never over. We may dance with the
devil, but it's always to HIS tune.

Hey, Danny, talk to me.

'Targets have been disincentivised,
Tom. It's over.'

Go home... You've earned it.

My place.

< Hello! Anybody home?

< Tom?

Ha! You got presents? Hello! We're
going to make Melting Moments! Are
you now? What are YOU doing home?

I took the afternoon off. Surprised?
You could say that! With chocolate!
What have you done to your head?

Fight with a car door. I'm going for
a shower, but first I wanna know the
secret recipe for Melting Moments.

I know.

Know what?

You are a brilliant woman.

If you wanted to get into treachery,
couldn't it be
something ideological,

something grand?

But to invent bogus agents
and pocket their payoffs?!

They WERE very good agents.

I know. They always told me
what I wanted to hear.

They could, um...retire.

Have unfortunate deaths.

I'm sorry, Tess.

I know the Service's
traditional approach to wrongdoers
is to smother them with kindness...

..but...I'm going to throw you
to the wolves.

You mean you only forgive sins...

if they're large?

Perhaps.

And that's how you forgave yourself
for cowardice in Ireland?

What are you talking about?

Bill Crombie...in 1978.

You saw him die. You did nothing.
Despite the pistol in your hand.

Not that you ever mention
that you HAD a gun, of course.

Until you buried it. Deep.

Are you threatening me?

You threatened me from way up there
on your moral high ground,

you hypocritical arsehole.

Sounds to me
like you have an ejector seat.

Let's just say it would be better
for you if I were to stay here.

Fair enough.

PHONE RINGS
George...

'Yes, Mr Pearce?' Miss Tessa Phillip
is to be paged to go to reception.

She is to be met and escorted from
the building at once, then she's
to be driven to safe house number 7

to await further instructions.
She is to be allowed no contact
with any other officer.

Do it immediately. 'Yes, sir.'

HER VOICE CANNOT BE HEARD

Fight...

Oh, goody.

Mmm, mmm, mmm! Look at these!

These are scrumptious. Look at those.

Mmm! Look at your nose.
I'll pop these in.

PHONE RINGS

It's for you!
Thank you very much, chocolate face.
Ah, thank you - chocolate phone!

Ugh...! Oh, Tom...!
Mmm? Oh, I'll take it outside.

Ugh! Let me do it!

PHONE RINGS

Thank you. ..Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

BEEP! BEEP!

Hello?
Davey...it wasn't me, all right?

What? 'It wasn't...'
Is that Patrick? What wasn't?

It was the other lads,
they found out... My branch chief...
You're breaking up.

The laptop's rigged.
The bastards put a slab of C4 in it.
..Repeat that.

The laptop has 6oz of explosive in
it. That's enough to take out half m
street! Your street?! I'm at home!

Sorry, they thought you'd take it
to work. Is it a timer? Aye, a timer.
Near the motherboard, on the left.

Stay on the line. No, I can't. Stay
on the line! I have to go. 'Patrick!

'Patrick!'

Ellie! Damn...

ELLIE!

Jesus, what?! Open the door!

Maisie, sweetheart, where's the...?

Oh, what have you done,
you messy pup? Come on! OK!

Come on! Bloody key, it won't work!
It's not... Try it slowly.

Still red, Tom.

OK, go to my jacket. My key's in the
left-hand pocket. That should do it.

Quickly!

KNOCKING
Hello? There's a gas leak.

What? Get everyone out of the house.

Still red, Tom!
OK, pass it out the letter box.

Is there anything IN the lock?
Can you see? Um...

Oh, there's... I made it sticky.
I'm not sure.

Ellie, listen to me. Get out of the
house now. Why? Just do as I say.

What's going on? There's a gas leak.
A gas leak? Get away from the area.

I'm a manager for the gas company
and I order you to leave the area!
Moderate your tone.

Tom! Tom!

We can't get out, it's all locked.
What the hell is going on?!
Try the attic, get onto the roof.

Ellie, come on! Is there
a problem here? I'm Security Service
There's a bomb in my house.

You're the fourth I've met today. My
ID's inside. I'm locked out. Ring
the
bloody number. What number is that?

7946 0001.

Ellie, come on!

7946 0001!

Right. And get him out, too!
Right! Oi!

Battering ram, torches! Get a drill
team out here, now! Ellie... Ellie!

SHE PANTS
It's all blocked off, it's sealed.

We did that. Shit!
I'm not doing a thing till you
tell me what's going on! Listen...

There's a bomb in the computer
I brought home. Did you hear me?
Do you understand what I'm saying?

I heard you! I've locked the compute
in a filing cabinet in my office.
Listen to me... Go to my jacket.

In my jacket pocket are my car keys.
There's a red key on there. Get the
red key, go upstairs to the office.

It's the bottom right-hand drawer of
my filing cabinet... It's too much!
There's a box... Too much! Call me.

OK, I'm calling you now!
PHONE RINGS

Is it my fault, Mummy?

In the bottom drawer!

SIRENS WAIL

PHONE RINGS

Hello? 'Zoe, get me Danny.' Tom.

Hey. 'Danny, Patrick's rigged
the laptop. It's packed with C4.'

It's a Notebook, a year old. C4's
on a timer near the motherboard.
The internal clock's on a battery.

If they've set it up on that, you can
take the battery out. What? Great. On
the other hand, removing the battery

CAN break the connection and set it
off. What? As can a jarring movement
Shit! Conferences to my home line.

'Ellie, be careful with it.
Keep it flat, no sudden movements.'

NOW you tell me!

Tom? Tom!

Tom? Maisie, darling, we're going
to play a game. I want you to do
something. Piggy in the middle?

No, hide-and-seek. I want you to go
to the cupboard under the stairs, go
inside and get blankets and clothes

and overcoats, and wrap yourself up
then curl up like a little hedgehog.
Why? Because I'm telling you to!

If you tell me where to hide, you'll
know where to find me. Mummy's going
to try and find you. OK! OK? Go on.

Ellie?

Ellie? I'm here! Danny is on the
line. He'll talk you through it, OK?

'Ellie, do everything I say
and we'll be OK.'
Put it down gently, sweetheart.

'The bomb's on a timer,
so it should be safe to open it.
We need to get to the motherboard.

'Gently and slowly, OK?'

- Shall I turn it on?
- No!

Do exactly what he tells you. You
should be able to lift the keyboard.

'There should be insulation
under there. Lift it up.'

- There's a metal plate or something.
- Lift that, too.

Hey...!

'What is it?' What? There's no bomb.

- There's no bomb.
- There's... It's fine.

How do you know? I know a little
about computers. There's a hard
drive, memory chips, motherboard,

clock... It's all there.
No wires, Tom. No wires at all,
just a little LCD clock.

There's no clock on a motherboard.
Ellie, where's the clock?

Right beside the motherboard.
What does the clock say? It's just
a clock with the time - it says 1:15

14...

13...

12...

It's going backwards, Tom.

SIRENS WAIL
Tom, it's going backwards!

ALL TALK AT ONCE

OK, they're going
to bust the door down. Step back!

Do not touch that clock yet!

Let me move it. Stand back! Christ,
what's this made from?! Reinforced
steel. Where's the cutters?

Do the window bars! Next door! Get a
team next door. Two next door - now!

Danny, talk to me.
- Zoe's got something.
- It's on 46, Tom!

Stop counting! 45 seconds, we have
to clear the area. NO! Danny? If
that's C4, we HAVE to clear the area

The clock might have a separate
battery. Then she can disconnect it.

Ellie! Can you see a screw anywhere
on the clock? What screw? It'll have
a cover and the cover's got a screw.

There's got to be a screw somewhere!

We're clearing. NO! ..Ellie, a screw!
What screw? I can't see any screw!

Listen to me, sir. This goes off with
all these men here, that's 20 dead!
Pulling back, it's two. I'm staying.

Your choice, sir - we've got
to move. Pull back 50 metres,
everyone! Ellie...I love you!

There's got to be a screw! There
has to be a screw on the clock!

I can't see any screw on the clock!
Oh, no...

Why haven't you come to find me?

Subtitles by Annelie Beaton
BBC Broadcast 2002