04x02 - The Special (Part 2)

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This programme contains
some scenes which some viewers
may find upsetting.

You are holding our leader Michael
Munro pending his extradition.

Our only demand
is that you release him.

Until you do so, we will detonate
a b*mb every ten hours.

We are a stain on the planet
and we will destroy it.

Munro gave that speech
at Berkeley University. Ideology?

They believe humans as a species
are out of control,

need to be culled.

.Why, where am I going?
A village outside Oxford.

- You're familiar with the work of Steven Curtis?
- We know you have been in contact
with Shining Dawn leaders on the internet.

Is that a crime? Get everybody out!

'. .Three, two, one. . .

'Cut.'

Our next ten hours starts from now.
They have to be lucky all the time.

We've got a mole. That's not certain.
It was a head shot.

I fear we may have a security
breech, Home Secretary. Who?

I'm back. Juliet, you're supposed
to be in Washington.

It was felt I could help out.
Felt? By whom?

You'll have my
security restrictions removed

so I have the same authorities
as Adam Carter?

The b*mber bumps into a waitress.

If she can give us a face to go
with the voice-print, then
we're much closer to finding him.

I've picked up Natasha Scott.
Where are you?

'. .Early. Most people
won't have left for work.'

You're a dead man, Adam Carter.
Do I look like
my name's Adam Carter?

This won't happen again.

I won't let this happen again.

I'm an officer with the
British security services.

I need to speak to your boss.
You've made a big mistake, fellas.

I wouldn't want to be in
your shoes when he finds out.

Get him on the phone,

he knows who I am.

Look for a bottle.

There's one there. It's plastic.
So? So it has to smash.

Your mate isn't very loyal, is he.

He's buying time, which we don't
have much of, so look for a bottle.

Right, I want you to help me. How?

Distract them briefly.

Draw them towards you so
they're easier for me to hit.
It's not going to happen.

You saw the b*mb this morning.
That's going to happen
again. Tough. I don't want to die.

If you don't help me
that man in there will die
and a b*mb will go off.

Please, we really
don't have much time.

OK. Let's go, give me your lighter.

Oh, sorry.
I was just looking for a party.

Wrong place. . .

Erm.

Adam.

Get the g*n! Tash, get the g*n!
What am I supposed to do with this?

Give it to him.

Get up!

Painful?

Ahhh! God! God!

Not as much as that, though.

Time to do some talking.

I'm not afraid of death.

If that's true then you're
a very unusual individual.

I won't say another word.

Is that right?

Where is it? Where's the b*mb?

Where's the b*mb?

You're grinning for the last
time unless you tell me where it is.
Where's the b*mb?

Your friend seemed to think
I was fooling around.

Let's see if you make the
same mistake. Look down!

Look down. It's bad, isn't it,

what can happen to a human body.

But that's not nearly as bad as
what happens when a b*mb goes off.

So don't make the same mistake
as your friend.

It's in a tower block. Where?

I, I don't know.
Not good enough. Ah, ah, ah!

All I know is it's in East London.

That's all I know. I'm always sure
somebody's lying when they say that.

Ah! Who's been giving you
information about us? I don't know.

We were to come down here
and wait for Adam Carter.
Who gave you my name?

I don't know! I don't know!

This is your last warning.

I don't know.
Please, please. . . Please?

You want me to show you pity

when you plant a b*mb, in a block of
flats, filled with sleeping people?

No! The Winchester Estate.

I swear I'm telling you the truth,
please.

He just dropped him over
the balcony. He didn't.

I need you to do several things
for me.

Oh, really?
Then what did I just see?

He kicked at my
hand and broke loose.

He wanted to fall. Then why
did you say you dropped him?

I wanted him to think
I'd done it deliberately.

He wouldn't have fallen if you
hadn't hung him over the balcony.

Maybe that's true.

But somewhere,
there's a lot of people
sleeping above a massive b*mb.

If it was your family, wouldn't you
have wanted me to take that risk,
do anything to save them?

Tie him up.
We'll come back for him later.

'Wondered when you
might like a little chat.'

It's been a long time.
Operation Omega. . .

'Or I might start remembering
things about Operation Omega
you'd rather didn't resurface.'

Thank you for agreeing to
see me before the security
meeting, Home Secretary.

Richard Boyd's on his way
over, the others won't be long.

In the meantime, the Prime
Minister's asked me to pass on

his congratulations for discovering
the station b*mb.

The clock's running down again.

And, erm,
my people haven't slept all night.

The t*rrorists won't
have done so either.

Hopefully, it will lead them
to make mistakes. Hopefully.

Harry?

I have to offer my resignation.

What? Obviously I'd like you to
hold it over until the operation
is complete. What's going on?

I'm being blackmailed

over something that
happened a long time ago.

An operation we ran
during the Cold w*r. Blackmailed?

It's a long story.

During the 1970s, I was involved in
a highly secret operation
called Omega. . .

I know about Omega.

t*rror1st atrocities were staged
in Europe to encourage a harder
line against left-wing groups?

Hmm, well it originated in
American military intelligence but

I sanctioned an operation against
a West German politician who was
seen as being soft on communism.

Lives were lost and I covered it up.

But you had sanctioned it?

Yes, against orders I
placed my faith in a rogue
agent who proved to be. . .

highly unstable.

PHONE RINGS

Richard Boyd's outside.
Would you show him through?

We'll discuss this at another time
when we're not in the middle
of a national emergency.

We can't stop this, can we?

Next one or the one after that. . .

Will go off. And each one we
foil, the next will be bigger.

What's your government's view
on this?

Sympathetic to your plight
but we want Munro back and you
can't give in to t*rror1st demands.

What about buying some time?
Do a Pinochet on Munro and delay
the extradition on health grounds?

Shining Dawn might buy it.

But quite certain my
government wouldn't.

We can't tell you
what to do, of course.

So we've nowhere to go.

We must find the people doing this
or we're all finished.

You're going with him. Yeah, right.

Look at him.

Does he seem dangerous to you?

He'll look after you
until we get back.

I'll break this to you
as gently as possible. . .

You have no choice in this matter.

We must identify the man
you saw at the station.

Welcome to the inner sanctum.

Let's grab some coffee and
see if we can find our b*mber.

'This morning the Prime Minister
is expected to visit'

'the site of the b*mb blast,
and has already spoken of his deep
outrage at the attack.

'Latest figures now put the
death toll at 31.

'The police have issued a
phone number. . .'

I'm, er, I'm worried about my cat.

I can't remember if I left
him any water.

I'm sure you will have done.

But if I didn't, he'll be thirsty.

Cats are very inventive when it comes
to getting what they need.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

OK.

They're going to transfer us
to Thames House later.

They may want you to speak to Munro.

Why?

To ask him to appeal to his
supporters to stop this madness.

You must be getting desperate.

Back-up teams are joining
you at the Estate.

b*mb disposal unit is disguised as
the gas board.

You're investigating a
suspected leak. Good.

OK, there are 90 flats in each
tower and we're assuming

at this time of night there is
around 200 people in each of them.

Each of them? Erm. . .yeah,
and here's the bad news.

There are five towers.

Shelley, Keats,
Wordsworth, Shakespeare and Blake.

There's five? Correct.

Emergency services,
ETA, five minutes.

Where do we start? Let's split up.

Here's the disposal team. They'll
have the sniffer dogs.

Have a look in there,
you two with me.

I'm in Wordsworth.

Take that block. . .there.
OK, we're on it.

Ah, stinks in here.

Probably rats.

Or worse, pigeons.

It's my Room 101, being trapped
in a confined space with a bird.
Always quite enjoyed it.

Where are you?

Keats. You?

Shelley.

It's clear.

They must have put the
expl*sives on the ground floor.

It has to be in one
of these somewhere.

Unless he was lying. He wasn't.

We need to evacuate the whole estate.

We got 30 minutes left. It'd
be chaos. If there's a b*mb here,
we need to find it and defuse it.

.Yes! Wordsworth.
Right, start evacuating that block.

The b*mb this morning. . .
was it the Muslims?

Er, yesterday, actually.

No, it's, er, about a man
that we have to extradite.

But his people have other ideas.

So they're going to go on planting
bombs unless you release him?

That's right.
Well, you can't stop them forever.

I mean, another one's
bound to go off soon.

So we have to catch the
people who are doing it.

'We are about to be enslaved. . .'

by technology and
genetic engineering.

We matter only insofar as we consume.

We are a stain on the planet.

and we will destroy it.

Or release the bloke that they want.
We won't do that. Why?

Because we don't do
deals with t*rrorists.

We are a stain on the planet

and we will destroy it. . .

destroy it. . .along with all
the species that inhabit it unless
humans are dramatically culled.

Does anyone know what's going on?

They found it.
They won't find the next one.

Even if they do, I'll make sure
they can't defuse it.

It's defused.

Yeah, OK. We're done here anyway.

Harry wants us to pick
up Ruth and Curtis.

Appreciate the ride.

I get the impression you're not
a huge fan of your government.

No comment, of course.

And the rest of your team?

Do you know how they call
some of the crazies in the
administration Vulcans?

Let's just say some of my
boys have really pointy ears.

Think the 101st Airborne
should be saddling up to
liberate Teheran and Damascus.

That's an agenda well-served by
t*rror1st bombs. Right.

Like the most powerful
nation on Earth needs an
excuse to kick some a*s.

We've got a mole.

Yeah, I know. So?

So you know Colin's been
doing all that work on
technology and clothing?

We had an extra tracking device
sewn into the lining of your jacket.

My jacket.

Clever. Right. Because I'm a suspect?

I never thought you
were a mole, Zaf.

even when you were babbling
on about doing a deal with them.

Babbling?

Yeah, babbling.

'Ruth, this is your
early morning wake-up call.

'Curtis has gone walkabout.

'Golf six,
Curtis is leaving the safe house.

'Stop him and send him back inside.'

'Copy that, alpha three. The nutty
professor's going nowhere.'

Professor Curtis? I'm going home.
You need to come back.

You're not dragging me
to some place where I might
disappear without trace.

I know what you
people are capable of.

Wait! It's OK.

I'll take him back.
You can't force me.

You're up against
the British state.

Who do you think's going to
win this particular battle?

It's fine.

h*m*-sapiens in all its glory.

Yes, we're a horrible
blip in the process

of natural selection and hopefully
the spirit of Gaia will come down
very hard on the swinish multitude.

Listen, I had someone go
and make sure the cat had water.

It's fine.

g*nshots

I want to ensure that there is
sufficient expl*sive to blow the
back off the entire building.

These are the areas which will
make evacuation difficult and this
is what would really hurt them.

It's directly above the basement
so should take the full
force of the expl*si*n.

So how do you get
a job in this place?

These days you can just apply.

Look at the website.
Is that what you did?

No, I was recruited.
Most of my colleagues were.

Because you've
got a brain-shaped head.

That's why I never go undercover.

It would stand out too much.

What about you? Gadgetry.
Ah, show me something.

We can't. Go on.

Who am I gonna tell?

Well, the jacket can't hurt?

OK, put this on.

Now turn the collar
button clockwise.

That alerts me that you're
live and I can follow you
from any computer terminal.

So? Say something.

What? Tell us a joke.

There's this bloke who wants
to join the foreign. . .legion.

That's amazing.

The Americans aren't as advanced as
we are on this.

The tiny microphones are literally
stitched into the fabric,

undetectable to ordinary security.

The central problematic was
adjusting the frequency range of

the modulating code so it could
deal with the capacity of
the micro-processing unit.

You done? She's done very well.

Great. Send me that image I want
to cross-match it with some faces.

Er, I'm not sure. Shouldn't
we wait for Harry and Adam?

Before he went to his meeting with
the Home Secretary, Harry gave me
level one clearance, all right.

So just send me the image
of the b*mber, thanks.

The team is shattered. I'm going
to have some camp-beds put down
and start a sleep rota. Good idea.

We've had luck as well as hard work,
and the luck can't hold out forever.

And when they've finished counting
more bodies, the Home Secretary
will be the first to resign.

I wouldn't normally shed a tear for
a politician

but he's the first decent one
we've had in some time.

We have to uncover the mole
or we're never gonna find the bombs.

And, given the attacks on
every member of our team so far,

we're gonna lose someone.

You wanted to see me?

It was you that called over
the tip-off about going
over to the warehouse?

Yeah, is something wrong? No, no.

Who instructed you
to call me? Juliet Shaw.

We can't let this continue.

Who are you working for?

Are you completely insane?

You're a traitor. You
tried to lure me to the warehouse
so they could k*ll me.

I just passed on a tip given
to me by Special Branch.

Who in Special Branch? I don't know.
You tried to blackmail me.

You wanted to raise your
clearance so you could continue
to sabotage our operation.

Oh, come on, Harry, it's not
like you've never used dirty
tricks to get where you are.

It was professional competition
between two people with more
secrets than that in their past.

Oh, or didn't he tell you that?

He mentioned lapses in judgement.

Just tell us who the b*mber is
and where they'll strike next

and we might be able
to cut you a deal.

Better than the deal I already have?

You couldn't possibly match it.
What's your deal?

Well, this bombing offensive
is part of a carefully
coordinated military-industrial

Zionist corporate conspiracy
designed to terrify the public
and persuade them the need to invade.

Well. . .pick any Middle East
country of your choice.

And the deal is that I'll be
rewarded by being made head
of a large multinational.

Oh, for Christ's sake. . .

any simpleton with a politics A-level
could have come up with that one.

Do you honestly think I could be part
of a plot to b*mb my own country,
Harry? Do you honestly think that?

I don't know what your motives are.

But you can't blackmail me any
more. I've told the Home Secretary
everything and I've resigned.

Resigned? Oh, Harry. . .

So brilliant in so many ways

and yet. . .do you really
think that's what I wanted?

We don't have time for these games.

Somewhere, another b*mb
is being planted.

Just tell us who the b*mber is.

All right.

I was going to tell you.

The b*mber is a man
named Owen Forster.

And that conclusion is based
on the image produced by

the waitress you dragged in here
and by spending the entire night

going back through records and doing
the kind of legwork that should
have been done by more junior staff.

And you call me a traitor again at
your considerable peril, Mr Carter.

We cross-matched the image
Natasha Scott produced,

to this one.

Owen Forster. He started life
in animal liberation.

He didn't care that much
for the cause, became
obsessed with planting bombs.

He's like one of those Nazis
who calculated
people-to-cattle truck ratio.

Anyway, he bailed to the States
when we got too close to him.
Where he met Munro? Aha!

Shining Dawn is the perfect
vehicle for him given their
emphasis on civilian casualties.

'The Americans pulled Forster in,'

just before the
bombing campaign started over there.

But he was released because
astonishingly,

he wasn't considered to be a serious
threat by the interrogating officer.

You want
to know something interesting?

Go on.

That very same officer
is currently helping us with
our own investigations.

I got you in for this job
because I trusted you.

I've never let you down before.

Still, to err is human,
to forgive divine.

Curtis will not remember you from
seeing you for a second.
Could be right, Joe, could be right.

I still need to know
where they've taken him now.

I'll deal with it when
you get me the new address.

Sorry to hear about the French girl,
you knew her from back home?

She's gone.

See, what I was hoping to achieve
in employing you for this one
quite simple mission

was reducing the number of people
able to link me to Shining Dawn.

You'd agree that's a
reasonable course of action, right?

Sure. Good.

Thought you'd understand.

You know, I just have to make a
phone call, so you guys go on ahead.

I've just seen somebody. Sorry?

A man I'd seen before.

You've seen someone in the building
who you also saw when you met Munro?

I think so.

Well, how can you be sure? I'm not.
But I do have an excellent memory.

He was wearing a suit

and he didn't say anything.

If you're right
then he'd certainly want you dead.

You could ID him. Munro would
never have approved my m*rder.

That's academic now, because someone
has tried to k*ll you twice.

How do I know what he's doing here?

I don't know who to believe
any more. I don't want
anything more to do with this.

You wrote the books from which
Shining Dawn drew their inspiration.

Time for you to take
some responsibility.

Come on, we'll go
back and look for him.

Adam, it's Ruth. It sounds weird
Professor Curtis
thinks he's just seen somebody

in the building he recognises.
Somebody from Shining Dawn.

Is this the man you saw at
your meeting with Munro?

Well, it's terribly hard to say.

It's not as if we were
actually introduced.

Where's your excellent memory gone?

Professor Curtis.

You've had the luxury of
working with my colleague for
the last 24 hours.

She's even sent people back to
check your cat had sufficient water,

overruling my suggestion
we introduced
its tail to a plug socket.

Think very
carefully about your next answer.

Yes, that's him.

Let's find him.

He's still in the building.
We're picking up the chip
in his visitor's pass.

Should be coming
through the pods now.

Where's Richard Boyd?
Gone to make a phone call.

Are you my driver?

That's right. Let's go.

You're one of the Americans.
How comes you're driving me?
Don't ask questions, hurry up.

I've spent the entire night helping
you guys out. I'm knackered

and I'm pissed off. I'm not having
you talking to me like that.

I'm sorry, honey.
Guess we're all a little tired,
what with everything going on.

So we're going straight to
Kentish Town then, yeah?

That's right, Kentish Town.

Car park's this way.

He's in the building,
we just have to find him.

Gremlins! It keeps turning itself
on for no reason.

Tash probably wants another coffee.

Yeah, we'd better just check. Colin,
I need to get into the armoury.

I don't live in Kentish Town,
by the way. Just keep walking
and you won't get hurt.

You haven't got a g*n.

Believe me, I won't need one.
Use your pass.

Adam, he's got Tash! Stay on him.

They can hear us.
Everything we say.

What? There's mikes in this jacket,
stitched in.

Even you guys
don't have this technology.

The frequency code wouldn't
modulate so they had to
recharge the microprocessor.

This button controls it all.

I activated it earlier when we left
because I knew that you
weren't a driver.

Stairway, going down.

You've got ba*ls, I'll give you that.

Where are they, Colin? Hang on.
Now moving down a floor.

He's on stairway eight,
repeat stairway eight, going down.

Where are they, Colin?
Cleaner's cupboard. . .

Behind the stairs.

We've got Tash but Boyd's gone.

He took my pass. It's all right.
Colin, where's Tash's pass showing?
Stairway. . .nine now.

Going up.

He's exited on floor. . .six.

Moving down corridor L.

Sorry.

Where is he?
He's right in front of you.

Stop! We need to see your passes!

Who's Natasha Scott?
What's your name? Eddie Gaskell.
Colin, he's switched again.

Inform security to close all exits.
Where's. . .

Eddie Gaskell showing?
Stairway. Five.

Stay there. Heading down.

He's trying to fool us again,
this guy spent 20 years in the CIA,
so he knows all the tricks.

First. Adam, he's headed
for the basement.

Let's split up.

Think you can get the g*n
and still hold onto me?
I don't need the g*n.

Get me to the car park or I'll snap
your neck faster than you can blink.

Faster than a b*llet, Mr Boyd?

Codeword is unicorn.

Shining Dawn
communique number three.

You've won a few small battles
but not the w*r.

The next b*mb is being prepared
and will be impossible to
defuse without a code.

Give us Munro and we will
give you that code, leave you
alone and return to America.

Failure to do so will result
in massive casualties.
We'll never find this b*mb.

But now we have Boyd we can
use him to get the bombers.
Don't speak too soon.

What's going on? Posse of Americans
are screaming diplomatic crisis.

It's just bluster. They're
embarrassed about one of
their guys being the mole.

Well, I do enjoy a good
bluster with the Americans.

Get me the Home Secretary.

Secure a line.

We're ready.

Boyd told me they have a witness
who saw us at the station yesterday.

She worked in the cafe and
can identify me.

I want you to find out
where she lives.

I can go home? Yeah, but we'll need
to talk to you again.

And you'll have to give evidence.

Oh, you don't want much.
It's not me asking.

This is for your country.
What's the country ever done for me?

Educated you. Provided you with
opportunities to find employment.

Offered financial assistance
if you can't.

Ensured you were clothed,
housed and fed.

Protected rather than persecuted you
and allowed you to choose
your own government.

You're one of the
luckier citizens of this planet.
Where did they get this one from?

Actually I get paid a minimum wage,
lectured on binge-drinking,
bombarded with bills and final

demands, won't fix the tube so I
can't get to work in time, lies
about what's going on in the world

and treats me like sh*t unless
it thinks it can get something
out of me. OK, deuce, deuce.

Go home and get some rest.

Yes, thank you, Natasha.
Yeah, thanks.

Ah-ha, our distinguished guests
have arrived.

I think we should
bring her in on this.

She's good with the Americans.

You have to give us Boyd.
He's a traitor. We'll look into it.

He has given information to
Shining Dawn that threatens
my officers' lives.

There'll be a full investigation
but we're conceding nothing.

We want Boyd back. He's our problem.
He's our solution.

Through him we can get to
Shining Dawn and capture Forster.

You can't seriously expect us
to hand over our most senior. . .

Commercial Liaison Officer,
when your evidence is largely
circumstantial.

Attacking my officers? He assures
me that was a misunderstanding.

You know that Boyd's a traitor
but you don't want to give him to us

because you know
he'll demand a deal in return.

Maybe you're right.
But he's our traitor.

Why should we give him up to you?

Because at 3.30 today, a b*mb will
go off somewhere in London k*lling
hundreds of innocent people.

Some while ago I seem to
remember a talk about us
standing shoulder to shoulder.

About friends through the
good times as well as the bad.

But one-sided friendships do tend
to fall apart.

OK, I'll walk you up.

I think I'll be OK now.
Cup of tea? No. . .

g*nsh*t

Hope this conspiracy bullshit is
over, Alex. I just need to explain. . .

I'm assuming you can
still contact Owen Forster?

You'll call him and say that
you have to meet him face to face.
Oh, yeah? And why would I do that?

Because you know what happens
to a man when he has his eyelids
taped open

and he's kept awake for a month?

Why did you do this, Richard?
You're an intelligent man.

The one thing my humanity
has given me

is an awareness of the nightmare
my species has become.

You believe. . . That human
history is almost at an end?

That we will be cloned
and turned into sl*ves?

That technology will
be used to oppress

rather than liberate us?

That we are a stain on this planet
and unless our numbers are
drastically culled we will destroy it

and all the species that
currently inhabit it?

You tell me the part of
the story that isn't true.

The part that says you can blow up
anyone who disagrees with you.

I've prepared some exit passports
for Forster and his team.

I can arrange to give
them to him personally

but only if I have a deal.

That's not up to us.

'Delta One, Two, Three, Four
in position.

'Standing by.

'Suspect's approaching.

'Copy that. Maintain position.'

Hold your fire. We have to keep
Forster alive to find the next b*mb.

It was a mistake to try and take
revenge for Delphine. She was. . .

important to me. It lost us
the tower block b*mb which would
have kept us in the driving seat.

We'd have been OK if your
people had done their jobs properly.

The next one'll have them reeling.

Where is it?

A hospital.

With a little
last-minute surprise attached.

Colin, warn all major hospitals.
Start nearest the estate
where we found today's b*mb.

No-one's to fire
without my command.

You got the passports?

When are you thinking of taking off
exactly? You don't need to know that.
Just give me the passports.

Hold your fire. What the hell is
going on? It wasn't one of ours,
sir.

It was an unknown sh**ter.

Must have been the Americans.

It would seem Boyd's deal with his
superiors has just fallen through.

The Royal Eastern is the nearest
hospital to the tower block
where we found this morning's b*mb.

Zaf. I'll take the basement, you go
upstairs and get ready to start
an evacuation

but only on my command,
all right?

You want to interrogate
Owen Forster? I'd love to.

Have you found the b*mb yet?

We will do.
Let us go and you can have the code.

The more time you keep me here,
the more time you waste.

So you can go and plant more bombs?

We won't do that. But we could make
things more comfortable for you.

I'm not interested in comfort.

I don't think you've experienced
real discomfort yet.

OK, I've got the device.
Zaf, evacuate section by section.

There's an evacuation in the entire
building, you got five minutes.

Start here, get everyone out.

Be warned,
there's enough expl*sives here
to take out the entire building.

He said if you release me
it'll countdown twice as fast.

But you can have the code
if you release his leader.

You've got to let me go now.

There's 25 minutes left on
the timer. It will take at least
that to evacuate the hospital. So?

We have to get as many people out of
here as possible. This isn't fair.
You chose this job, you chose.

I just went to work yesterday
and got caught up in all of this.
This isn't fair.

When the evacuation's done,
I'll get you out.

Walk, walk!

Do not run! Do not run!

CHILDREN CRY

Find your witness, did you?

They'll get the code, won't they?

Malcolm and Colin are good
at all that code stuff.

Yeah, yeah, of course they will.
Especially as it's you.

Say something.

That girl we saw earlier
is going to die if you don't.

Did I ever speak to you online?

We spoke.

I was never interested in you
and Munro showing off
how knowledgeable you were.

No mistaking your nationality!

Good old English contempt for ideas.

SHOUTING AND SCREAMING

Zaf. . .

Where's Adam? He's still in there,
he won't leave the girl.

Ruth, they can't disarm the b*mb.
We need that code.

Munro was Typhon. . .

.and you'd have used the handle. . .

Kronos.

Am I correct? Who's Kronos?

Son of Gaia, the earth mother.

He violently defended
his mother by cutting off the
genitals from her assailant.

Shining Dawn believe that they are
agents for the spirit of Gaia.

You think
Kronos might be the code he uses?

Adam, try this word - Kronos.
Spell it for me.

K-R-

O-N-

O-S.

It's not Kronos, that's not it.

It's not the code.

Adam. . .you can't stop it,
there's no point in you both dying.

Don't leave me.
You said you wouldn't leave me here.

You're leaving me to die on my own.

I don't want this,
I don't want to die, please help me.

Adam. . . Adam. . .

Zaf, come in.

That's almost everyone out.
We need to do a final sweep.

You have to get out.
Go and find Adam now.

Adam.

Adam!

Adam, we're done.
We need to clear out.

I'm going to release the girl.
Harry's orders. It's too tight.

I'll come with you. No. . . I'm faster
than you. And you're faster than her
so it makes no odds.

Go.

I'm going to disconnect you.
You have to run really fast.
If you're not out in time,

I'll shout and you get yourself
under a door frame or something.
All right? Yeah.

You ready?

What is it?

It's accelerating too fast.

If I disconnect you now
we won't get out.

It's not enough time.
You can still get out.

I'm not leaving anyone behind.

Not this time.

Be brave for me.

I remember now.

I tended not to pay much
attention to what you had to say,

because of your place
in the hierarchy, I suppose.

Munro was Typhon 1.

And you. . .

were Kronos 2.

Adam! It's an alphanumeric code.

Try 2 for the missing character.

Try Kronos 2.

You still there, Juliet?

SHE LAUGHS

Where's Harry?

The Home Office. There's talk
of Juliet being promoted to
National Security Coordinator.

Oh, God, run for cover,
you faint-hearted liberals.

And Ruth's just taken Curtis
back to the University of Despair.

Maybe this will have changed him.
They won't recognise his sunny
disposition in the Faculty of Gloom!

Stranger things have happened.

When Harry gets back, I was going to
have a word with him about making
your stay here more permanent.

You all right with that?

I've been shot at, tied up,
accused of being a traitor.

If you promise me a desk next to
Ruth, I might just think about it.

The Prime Minister would like
to see you in a moment, Harry.

I judged it opportune not to
mention the resignation issue.

I can tell you that Michael Munro

has just been handed
over to the Americans.

He won't be seeing many more dawns,
shining or otherwise.

And Owen Forster?

Will be tried here first.
This won't be forgotten.

I'm a politician, so it's the nature
of my job that one day somebody
else will sit in this chair.

Not for a while, I hope.

When they do, I'd like to think
you'll still be here.

Erm, the Prime Minister

is minded to make Juliet the new
National Security Coordinator.

Do you have a view on that?

She's a ruthless, untrustworthy,
right-wing crazy who'll stop at
nothing. Hmm, I got that impression.

Rather a terrifying stare also.

Hmm, that can be quite
useful sometimes.

I would have no objections
to the appointment.

Hi. Hi. . .

I just wanted
to make sure you were OK.

Well,
I'm feeling better than you look.

So, what's next for Mad Dog?

Think I'll call Mrs Mad Dog.
We work together usually
and I want her back.

Well, who could refuse the
prospect of working with you?

You may mock, Natasha, but she
can't. That's why we get on so well.
Lucky woman.

I'm never gonna see you again,
am I?

Will you say goodbye to
Malcolm and Colin for me?

Sure.

RADIO: You've been very outspoken
about yesterday's events,
particularly in regards

to the role of the
security services, but isn't it
too early to be pointing fingers?

No, it's not.

In order to prevent this happening
again we have to ask questions now.

When that b*mb exploded,
the security services failed us,

people died. MI5 are simply not
doing enough and this Government. . .
SWITCHES RADIO OFF

DISTANT SIREN WAILS

Save your fear.

If he wins. . . He won't win.

The last infiltrator we uncovered
hasn't been seen in a while.

They're only using the democratic
process to destroy it. I will win!

Harry, Samson seems to be riding
very high. Then the fall will be
even more painful.

I am the voice
of every frightened. . .
APPLAUSE

.disillusioned. . .

.and angry person in Britain.

Someone's gonna pay.

FAINT APPLAUSE, THEN g*nsh*t