All language subtitles for Spooks.S05E06.Hostage.Takers.Part.1.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

Is there a problem?

Yes, Ruth, I think there is.

Harry, you're covering for someone.
Ruth is the person we should be
looking for. You admitted to murder!

Tell me a better solution if you
can, cos I'll tell you how I see it.

Harry goes, and what happens to MI5?

Goodbye, Harry.

Goodbye, Ruth.

Selling nuclear power
to an Arab state.

A lot of people
are going to be against this,
including our cousins in Tel Aviv.

We've had a lot of pretty heated
debates about it in Cabinet.

I can imagine.
It was worse, believe me.

But the Prime Minister's
determined to make it happen.

What about the public?
We managed to sell them a
war based on a fairy tale.

Half a million of
them marched against it.

It didn't change a thing.
At least this will actually
be for their benefit.

People can be surprisingly
open-minded when it comes to making
sure their cars don't run dry.

Still.
I wouldn't want to be in your shoes
once you announce the deal.

We're trying to guarantee the
economic stability of a whole new
generation. It's worth a fight.

Well, if you insist on sticking
with this "democracy" concept.

Without a credible opposition,
I think we've got the best
of both worlds, don't you?

Thank you, Daniel.

Both our countries
will be stronger for it.

From your lips to God's
ears, Mr Ambassador.

'Thank you, Daniel. Both our
countries will be stronger for it.

'From your lips to God's ears,
Mr Ambassador.'

Intruders, intruders on pier six.!

Please help me! Stop, please, stop!

ALARM SOUNDS

PHONE RINGS

I'm on my way in.

Daddy.

What are you doing up? Go on.

Go back to bed. Go on.
There's a good boy.

Be up in a minute. Thanks, Jenny.

Another software emergency?
Yeah, system's down again.

I can't do this any longer.

What, what are you talking about?
You.

I mean, come on, Adam. I'm not
stupid. "Software specialist"?

There isn't a programming
book in the house,

you only have one laptop
and none of the toys I'd expect
a real computer geek to have.

You wake up in the middle of the
night, screaming like a man on fire.
You leave at the drop of a hat.

And the worst part of it is
how you keep Wes at bay when all he
wants is to be with you. Jenny...

I don't know what the
hell you're involved in
and I don't want to know.

Part of me wants to call Social
Services, for Wes's sake, but then
I see that when you are around,

you're a great dad.
When you're around.

Jenny, everything's fine.
Enough, Adam - enough lies.

Look, there really is an emergency,
and I really do have to go.

We can talk about this when I
get back - you won't have called
Social Services by then, will you?

BLEEP

..You know where to find me.
Preliminary feedback from the
crime squad boys isn't good.

The inside of the containers are a
mess. Food, water bottles, what you'd
expect. Nothing significant yet.

Make sure Forensics let us know
the minute they've got something.

Anything from the roadblocks?
Yeah, the police have mobilized
everyone they can,

but there are too many roads to
cover, given the amount of time
that's passed. ..I'm still here.

GCHQ is going through all the recent
chatter to see if the name of the
port of entry or the ship comes up.

What about the watch list?
I'm just getting it updated.

I'll have it to you in ten minutes.

Can I help you with something,
or are you having some
kind of mystical revelation?

Well, an update would be welcome.

Well, since the last time you asked,
which was all of seven minutes ago,

we're still running the faces
through facial recognition.

They were wearing hats.
Well, that is unusual in a dockyard.

Well, that explains it.

We're working on some filtering
tweaks to try and
see their faces more clearly.

We've got them on bloody tape!
And this is before they blow
themselves up, for once.

So can we please try and do something
with that little stroke of luck?

It only happened three hours ago.
We've got them on bloody tape.

Tell me something uplifting. The
best I can do right now is bleak.

Do your worst. I've spoken to a
couple of mates in Special Ops.

They confirm what we've been
thinking. These men are trained.

Military.

Add to that the fact that the
container they were in was taken
on board in Casablanca

and booked
by a shipping company in Beirut.

Well, they weren't sneaked
in here to pick cockleshells.

What about the weapons they used?

The guard was hit four times.

Automatic pistol, 9mm.

He didn't even flinch.

Juliet.

Great to see you back.
You look really well.
Oh, for God's sake, Harry.

You haven't been this nice to me
since you tried to seduce me.
Tried? I don't need your pity.

Well, in that case, the entire
security service is on high alert,

and I do not have time to baby-sit
a few Saudis just because they're...

Harry, this is not a request.
I'm not saying "please" - you know
your orders. Get on with them.

Six are sending Neil Sternin over,
he's been running with this
in Saudi.

Try not to make him
feel too uncomfortable.

I'll make sure he gets a
corner office and book him
a foot massage, shall I?

It's good to see you.

We're going to sell
nuclear plants to the Saudis?

The Saudis have oil right now, but
it'll run out and they're desperate
for an alternative energy source.

You're forgetting one small
detail - we're talking
about Saudi Arabia here.

It's hardly the
most stable place on the planet.

What if Bin Laden's merry men
decide to overthrow the royal family
after we give them the plutonium?

He's been pretty vocal about
it being his main aim in life.

The plants will be built in
the desert far from cities

and they'll have fail-safes
guarded by the British Army.

Oh, well that solves everything
because if the regime is overthrown,

Her Majesty's Fusiliers
will make a real difference.

I can't imagine the Israelis
will be too thrilled either.

The main points of the
deal are already in place.

These four Saudi princes
are flying in tomorrow to
sort out the fine print.

What does that have to do with us?
Let Special Branch look after them.

Six think one of them might be
providing information and funding
to Al-Qaeda.

They've been able to trace payments
made to the terrorists back to
accounts linked to one of these four.

They're just unable to pinpoint which
one of them is involved. Perfect(!)

Why don't we just FedEx a couple
of nukes over to Tora Bora and
save ourselves years of hassle?

They're here for 48 hours. The
Foreign Office need to know who the
sympathizer is as soon as possible.

We need to close this
deal before anyone else does.

I don't see why
you're so against it. It'll help
show commitment to the Arab world.

Show we support our
friends out there.

Our "friends" are unelected
dictators who are hanging onto
power by their fingernails.

You'd rather sell nuclear plants to
Hamas? Sooner or later, the royal
family's going to fall.

Why do you think they've
been buying up half of Beirut?

The very fact that they want to
be our allies means it's almost
impossible for them to survive.

We can't throw in the towel and not
support them as long as they're in
power!

So you won't mind
taking care of this then. What?

We've got six terrorists on
the loose, remember? What makes you
think I'd rather deal with this?

One of us has to deal with this,
and having suicidal whackos running
around should be top priority.

Adam.

Neil.

Do you two need a few minutes?

No. We're all sorted.
No, we are not "all sorted".

Have you met Ros Myers?
Hi. Harry's brought us up to speed.

I'm sorry we don't have more to go
with. It's getting harder for us
to operate in the desert.

The Americans aren't too keen on us
snooping on their coveted friends.

We'll do better with
a home advantage. I'm sure you will.

Their being
here is an opportunity for us to get
a closer look at them,

without worrying about our CIA big
brothers, but they're only here
for two days to secure the deal.

Now, if we can gain access
to their phones and laptops,

we can plant some trackers,
maybe open some back doors.

What are our options?

Very limited.
We've been able to get hold of their
schedule. It's pretty solid.

Meetings with the Foreign Office,
the PM, a visit to two nuclear
plants, formal dinners every night,

plus they're hosting
a reception at the Saudi
Trade Centre on Friday night.

Doesn't leave us much
room for manoeuvre.

They're being very
well looked after.

They still like to
party, don't they? Absolutely.

I don't need to remind you two
that we need to tread carefully.

We don't want a diplomatic melt-down
on our hands. No pun intended.

I think, I'm going to
need a few new outfits.

How long's it been? Three years?

Five. It was Beirut. Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry about Fiona.

Despite our differences,
she was very special.

Thanks.

How you getting on with Ros?

She's all set to get in there and
find our man. Just so we can sell
nuclear technology to the Arabs.

How insane can you get?

But then, you're probably OK
with that.

Actually, I'm not too
keen on the idea either.

What? You, the great
Arab apologist, changing his tune?

Of course.
Now you've seen first hand what
these savages are capable of.

It has nothing to do with
Fiona's death. Doesn't it?

Look, just because I don't want
an unstable regime getting their
hands on nuclear technology,

doesn't mean I'm as big a fan
of Israeli policy as you are.

And what do you think
our policy would be if we
had July 7s every week?

Harry, I need back-up. The
princes are only here for two days.

I'm sorry, Ros, I really can't spare
anyone and all the other sections
are also using up anyone available.

The terrorists have to be our
number-one priority. You'll just
have to do what you can. Shall we?

Aaah! What a beauty!

Russian.

Circa late-'70s. See that?

It's a motion sensor.

Saves battery. It's one of the
few missing from my collection.

You're in heaven,
aren't you, Malcolm?

Well, look at them.
Marvels of craftsmanship.

Minuscule testimony to the
boundless ingenuity of man.

OK, you're scaring me now.

Oh, well. Out with the old...

..in with the new.

There he is. His name's Firaz Ali.

How long has he been on the
terrorist watch list? Three years.

When was he turned?
After July 7 he couldn't cope.

He came to us. Let me handle this.
I'm breaking with our usual meeting
routine. It'll spook him.

Shit!

We need to talk, Firaz.

You're not supposed to come here.
We've got nothing to talk about.
Hey, listen to me.

Listen, I just want to
talk to you, that's all.
I haven't done anything, all right?

I'm not saying you have.
I just need to talk to you.

We need your help.
Is there someone we can talk?

I can't help you. I don't know
anything, all right? They'll kill me.

These people aren't stupid. They know
you've got people grassing on them.

I've risked my life for you
before - I'm not doing it again.

This is important.
I can't, I'm not...

Last night, six men were caught
coming into the country illegally.

And? I want to know what they're
planning and when they're
planning on doing it.

Ask around.
Talk to your little friends.

But get me something. If anything
goes off, anything at all,

we've got block bookings to a new
place that makes Guantanamo
look like Spearmint Rhino.

Adam,
what the hell is wrong with you?!

I don't know. Sometimes it just
feels like we're wasting our time.

PHONE RINGS

Joe. I've just got a lead
from customs in Folkestone.

The manifest of the ship's container

was deleted from the harbour
master's computer and there's no
paper copy.

The name of the officer on duty
last night was Renko Prosnik -
he's got a gambling problem.

Can you get me Prosnik's address?

It's on its way to your handset now.

BLEEP

BLEEP

Got it. Thanks. We're splitting up.
..Go on.

I know where it is.

OK, I'll see you then.

MUFFLED GUNSHOTS

Jo, have you got a description
of Prosnik? Yeah, here we go.

OK, he's white, five foot seven.

Early 50s, balding.

I've got a suspect coming
out of his house, heading
towards Cheapstead Road.

I'm going after him. Get back-up
to check out Prosnik's house.

Ah!

Agh-hhh!

SIREN BLARES

Oh, no.

Is everything all right?
My system's frozen.

Have you tried running a
re-draft protocol? It won't let me.

It's completely jammed.
What were you running?

Um, the face recognition
with beta update.

It's probably overloaded the system.
You might have to do a total reboot.

Oh, if I do that, I'll have to run
the program from the beginning.

Let me try something.
May I? Please!

This could take a few minutes.

Knock yourself out. I'll get myself
a coffee. Do you want one?

Only if it's from the canteen.
That muck is pure poison.

You're being generous.

What are you doing?
Just making sure none of the other
programs were corrupting the system.

The recognition software was the only
program running. Yes, I know that,

but I had to make sure the other
programs were shutting down
correctly to isolate the problem.

I think I better get this checked
out properly. Don't do that.

Why? Why not?

Sally, you've only been here
a short while, right?

So? And you were brought in after
the whole Ruth Evershed affair.

Yes. Why?

What I'm about to tell you
falls under your secrecy oath.

You're not to discuss this
with anyone. Are we clear?

What are you talking about? Are we
clear? Yes, we're clear, but...

I'm working for
the Attorney General.

We're running
an internal investigation.

What?!

Found any matches yet?

No. Nothing yet.

All right.

Who are you investigating?

Harry Pierce and Adam Carter
and their links to Ruth Evershed
and the Cotterden scandal.

I need you to keep quiet about this,
Sally.

We'll talk later.

Thanks for the coffee.

Is this your legend? Yeah.

Amanda Lowery.
Hotel's guest services supremo.

The girl that usually looks after
them is visiting her sick mother.

Let me guess. In Dorset?
No, Sydney, actually.

We couldn't get her on a plane
fast enough.

She gets them everything they need.
And I do mean everything.

So who should we start with, then?
These two.

Prince Wissam,
one of the king's favourites.

Shrewd investor, tough negotiator,
but a bit of a mystery
as to where his heart lies.

And Prince Khaldoon.

Rumoured to have the old man's ear.

Openly enjoys the trappings
of the Western world,

but resents the West over
its treatment of Palestinians.

Well, I don't remember the Saudis
ever helping them.

That's an argument Bin Laden uses
to demonise the royal family.

Good luck.

The ultimate hands-free kit.

Two-way communication.

We can hear you perfectly,
without ambient interference,
through the microphone

built into this stunning
four carat cubic zirconia.

Every girl's dream.

It works in conjunction
with a one millimetre microchip

in a saline solution -
like a bone-anchored hearing aid.

I'll insert it next
to the mastoid bone, the part of
your skull directly behind your ear.

Malcolm, I hate needles. Be brave.

The sound vibrations
pass directly to the cochlea,

bypassing the middle and outer ear.

You'll be able to hear us perfectly
and no-one else will.

And what about
the prince's computers?

Ah. You'll replace their computers'
hard drives with this.

This will give us remote access
without them knowing it.
How will I distract them?

Concentrated gamma hydroxybutyrate.

Otherwise known as liquid ecstasy
in its more mundane form. From
your former raving days, no doubt.

Well, this is slightly different.
It goes to the Persinger lobes -
the area that controls memory.

Two drops can knock them out
for half an hour.

As they wake up,
you can suggest anything you want

and they'll believe
it really happened.

And to think it's banned.

The MI5 watch list? Yes.

You did well. I agreed to keep you
informed about what was going on.

Don't ask me again.
It's too dangerous.

Believe me, the last thing we want
is to lose an asset like you.

Good.

They've turned a few of them.

That will make it easier
to distract your colleagues.

Use the ones
closest to the informants.

This way they'll pick up on it.

Anything changes, let me know.

What are you doing?

Jenny.

Jenny, I'm sorry.

I'm...

Too late. I'm...

Tell Wes I'll be round
to say goodbye. Jenny.

I work for the British
Security Services.

I'm a spy.

Jenny, I was going to tell you
eventually. I promise.

Honestly.

Have you had me checked out?

Now I feel sick. It's my job.

You know all about me.
I know nothing about you.
That's not fair, is it?

I'm sorry.
It's just facts and figures.

The service turns its eye, stamps
your file and moves on. That's it.

Your wife. Is she really dead?

Yes.

How did she die?

Fiona was shot.

Were you there?

We were on an operation together.
She died in my arms.

Is that what your nightmares
are about?

Yes, partly.

OK.

In the dreams, I'm dying.

But that's...
that's not what it's about.

I'm worried about Wes.

I'm somewhere far away and, um...
I'm trying to get home. But it's...

I'm hurt and I'm bleeding.

It's just that I'm far away.

Look, if you...if you still want
to leave, I understand.

But I'd really like you to stay.

Let's talk about it more
in the morning.

Thank you.

'No! Wes!'

Wes!

NO!

ADAM SOBS

Adam? Adam!

Adam, wake up! Adam!
It's Jenny. Adam.

Adam, it's me, it's me, it's me.
It's OK, it's OK, it's OK.

You're at home. Wes is safe.

It's OK. It's OK.

HE SOBS

It's OK.

Hey.

Hello.

I've got to go to work.

I should probably
make you breakfast, or something!

I'm fine.

Don't worry. Go.

I've got to get Wes up anyway.

I'll see you when I get back.

PHONE BEEPS

PHONE RINGS

Hello? 'Mr Wise, I know you have
met with the Saudi Ambassador.'

Who is this?
'Call off the nuclear deal.'
How did you get this number?

'Do you consider yourself
a good Jew, Mr Wise?'

Who the hell are you? 'A good Jew
wouldn't put his people at risk.'

I'm not!
I could have you arrested for this.

'We'd like you to reconsider
your position on this issue.'

"We"? Who's "We"?

'Reconsider your position, Minister.
Before it's too late.'

He's a big boy.

Ex-SAS. Nothing but the best.

Sorry, I can't be with you.

Don't worry, Neil. We'll do your
dirty work for you. Good luck.

Oh, and Ros? Yeah?

Watch them. They might get overly
ambitious with your body search.

Oooh, I can't wait!

PHONE RINGS

'Minister Wise?' Who is this?

'Have you thought about my
request to stop the nuclear deal?'

You could go to jail for this,
you know.

'Answer my question.'

I'm warning you.
If you don't stop this harassment,
I'll have you found and locked up.

'We need you to reconsider your
position, before it's too late.

'Think of your children.'
Are you threatening me?

'I believe the threat
was addressed at your children.'

PHONE BEEPS

I have no doubts.

The government continues to kill
Muslims in Iraq.

The people elected the government.
They are responsible for the deaths
of our brothers and sisters.

Our words are dead until we give
them life with our blood.

Are you ready now to forsake
everything for what you believe?

We're at war and I'm a soldier.

Very well.
I have everything you need.

The targets, the equipment.

I just need you
to undertake your mission.

And to find me three others
ready for the final sacrifice.

When will this happen?

Our enemies are everywhere.
We need to move very quickly.

How quickly?

Friday night.

Have you enough time
to find three other martyrs?

I can find you a hundred.

Good.

Use this from now on. It's safe.

Did you say this was taken yesterday?

Yes. What do you think, Harry?
Should I be worried?

You knew this deal
would be unpopular.

Yes, but we have to make it happen.

It's the perfect barter deal.

We get our oil guaranteed
for the next 20 years
at a pre-agreed price -

they get nuclear power
when their oil runs out.

And ten years from now, when oil's
$500 a barrel and they're burning
cars in every capital in Europe,

we'll look back and thank God
we had a government with the vision
and courage to do this deal.

That's one outcome. The other is
that fanatics take over Saudi Arabia

after we've shipped over enough
enriched plutonium to make 100 bombs.

We're not the only
ones chasing this.

The Americans are selling
nuclear technology to India,

which isn't exactly a Shangri-la
of social harmony either.

Everyone's ready to do whatever it
takes to secure their oil flow.
The French, Germans, Russians.

They're all courting the Saudis
as we speak.

If someone flogs them nuclear
plants, it might as well be us.

Some people
are going to be against it.

The question is, to what lengths
are they prepared to go?

They threatened my family, Harry,
my children.

Can you protect me?
You're a public figure.

I can give you security,
put a tap on your lines,
try and run a trace.

I don't want to do a Rushdie.
I didn't think you did.

If I withdraw my support,
the opposition will seize the
momentum and we'll lose the deal.

I can't do that to the country.
Nor should you have to.
I'll arrange your security.

Don't let it get to you.
We'll get the bastards.

What were you doing on my computer,
Neil?

I didn't download this.

Good afternoon.
If you'd like to follow me.

I don't think so.
Not if you want to keep your job.

THEY TALK IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE

Good afternoon.

Forgive me.

It's no trouble. You're not here
solely for entertainment.

A common misconception.

So, where were we?

Well, I think we're about done,
actually.

I wanted to make sure you had
everything. I promised Elvira
I'd look after you.

Thank you,
I think I have everything I need.

Are you sure?
Because whatever it is, I can...

You're very kind. Thank you.

OK.

Nice boat.

Yes.
I bought one just this morning.

Oh, it's gorgeous!

Do you know what, we actually had a
client staying here a few days ago.

He does the interiors for yachts.

He doesn't like anyone to know,
but he's just done
Bill Gates's new jet.

And George Clooney's yacht. You
should see his work. It is amazing!

I could show you his website,
if you like? Please!

Oh, that's a bit embarrassing.

Battery's gone dead.

I really want you to see this.
I'm so sorry but do you have
access to the internet here?

Just a moment, OK.

I'm so sorry to trouble you.

Malcolm, I need an incredible
website address NOW.

I'm on it!

His card should be in my bag...
somewhere.

Oh, I know,
it'll be on my BlackBerry, won't it?

This bag is such a mess,
I'm telling you.

I was going to clean it out
but it only seems to get worse!

Go to tribaldidesign.com.

The designer you're pushing
is Enrico Tribaldi.

Enrico Tribaldi. That's it.

And he is at tribaldidesign.com.

Here's to safe sailing.

You said on the phone
you had something for me?

My friend's name is Hassan Khan.

I don't know the man who's asked him
to put together his team.
But he's not from here.

Where's he from? I don't know.

He said he'd just arrived and there
would be many more like Hassan.

When's this for? Tomorrow night.

If the guy who recruited Khan
is one of those seen in Folkestone,

what if each of the six
have recruited three others?

We're looking at 24
potential bombers. In one night.

The Armageddon Scenario.

No cell will know about any other.
Should we issue a public alert?

We'd gain nothing by doing that.
It would drive them into hiding.

They'd wait till things calmed down.
Well, we know about Khan's cell.

He lives in Surbiton.

We're looking for Hassan Khan.

Go through the place
with a fine-tooth comb.

Now,
this little lady is very special.

We thought you might like her.
Big on yoga. Very bendy.
Imagine the possibilities.

Now I've got a DVD of her.

She's nice. Tell her to come too. OK.
But tell me.

What about you?

Me? Yes.

Your Highness, I work for you.

Yes.

This wasn't in the script.
I can be very generous.

I'm sure you can.

The thing is...

Yes?

Well, the truth is...

I've done things in my past
that I'm not particularly proud of.

With other women.

Tell me more.

I can't believe
I'm telling you this.

Some of it's even on film.

Ah. Can I see them? No! No! Come on!

Well, there is this one website
that still has it. God knows why.

Please tell me you don't have
a computer with you. One moment.

We'll be more comfortable in here.

I told you, Your Highness.
I prefer women.

I can think of a few ways
to make you change your mind.

100,000 ways.

I'm sure this isn't
a very good idea.

I am.

'They've raided
Hassan Khan's house.' OK.

I need the map of the CCTV
camera positions to make sure they
can identify him when he turns up.

I'll send it as soon as we get it.

That thing you mentioned yesterday.
I'm not very comfortable with it.

Oh, Sally. You said this is
for the Attorney General?

I'd like to know more
about who sanctioned this

and who I can talk to because
I don't like working in the dark.

I'll fill you in on everything
as soon as I get clearance, OK?

Let's go, baby.

Shit!

Oh, my God. 'Malcolm?'

What's happened?

His pulse. How fast is his pulse?
Malcolm, he's tachycardic.

GRUNTS COME FROM ROOM

Maybe he's taking some medication
that's reacting badly with it.

Malcolm, what do I do?

Check out the room -

drawers, cupboards, anything.

Look in his briefcase -
maybe he's got prescription drugs.

Phinedrine. Batrium. Ploxenol.

Ploxenol. That's the one.
He's got a heart murmur.
Why did no-one tell me about that?

Malcolm. What. Do. I. Do?

He needs sugar, lots of sugar.
Lemonade, anything with sugar.

It'll neutralize
the acidic reaction.

Drink. Drink.

Prince Khaldoon. Is everything
all right? Prince Khaldoon?

Are you all right in there?

Let's go.

Could we have a little privacy,
please?

Seen enough, boys?

Oh, bloody hell!

Ros, I really think you should
get out of there.

We've got nothing on him, Malcolm.
What's he doing tomorrow night?

He's down to attend a reception
at the Trade Centre.

Great. Look, he's coming round.

Remember he'll be suggestible
for 30 seconds.

OK, right.

That was just...amazing.

No. I have to go, but I'll see you
tomorrow at the reception.

What reception?

Tomorrow night. You invited me
to a reception at the Trade Centre.

Oh, great!

I'll see you then.

Oh, great.

I look forward to it.

Been through Khan's computer. This
is what he was Googling last night.

West End nightclubs. Yeah.
He checked out six of them.

We're picking up increased chatter.
References to Friday. Tomorrow.
Three more assets are missing.

Why weren't they watched? They were.
But there were too many of them.

We know possible targets. They can't
be bait. They must be told.

We can't go public.
They'll just attack somewhere else.

We have CCTV surveillance
and eyes on the ground. We'll use
them to take out the bombers.

I'm not letting Armageddon happen.
I want every police officer, camera,

every snitch, everything we've got,
I want totally focused on the target
locations. Find them and stop them.

They'll be looking for backpacks.
With these you will go unnoticed.

You need to arrive to your targets
early, when it's quiet.

Once you're inside,
you choose your place carefully.

You understand?

IN ARABIC:

Yeah, all clear.

We've got one.

Who is it?

Hassan Khan.

Charing Cross.
He's going to the Corvette.

Zaf, let's go. ..Jo, tell the SFOs
to hold. We must find the others.

PEOPLE CHAT IN QUEUE

CHATTING AND LAUGHING GET LOUDER

MUSIC BOOMS FROM CLUB ENTRANCE

Simon, why don't you come over?

CROWD AND MUSIC FALL SILENT

Have any others been sighted?
One more at Holborn.

Where's Khan?
He's very near the club.

The SFO's have visual contact,
and are awaiting your arrival.

He's ahead of us.

CROWD SCREAMS

PEOPLE SCREAM

VOICE ECHOES: Don't do this.

Please.

You don't have to do this.

Adam.

Just stay calm.

Please, don't do this.

Adam, stay back.

It's putty.

It's what?

It's just putty!

PEOPLE SCREAM, MACHINE GUNS FIRE

Mobile, mobile, mobile!

Mobile.

Mobile, Mobile!

Mobile.

Mobile, Mobile. Mobile!

HE FIRES, PEOPLE SCREAM

IN ARABIC:

Mazel Tov.

The Trade Centre's been taken over
by armed terrorists. Do you copy?

Do you copy?

Ros? Ros, what's happening?

Ros, talk to me! I'm really sorry.
I was looking for...

They knew exactly
who we were watching.

The only way to get that information
is from someone on the inside!

What are you doing?

I really need to talk to your boss.
You'll get yourself killed!

No!

That's not anyone working here but
someone here lead us to the trough!

She's next.