08x07 - Start a w*r

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I am no longer Home Secretary.
You're leaving? Letting them win?

I'm finished.

A record of the conversation.
An MI6 asset

in Islamabad referring
to something called Nightingale.

Connected to a group
that met in Basel.

The account that we found in
DeWitt's. The six billion dollars.
It's a CIA account.

Sarah was at the meeting in Basel.

Walker was on his way to
finding that out. He's dead.

I need to talk to her.

What is it that they're doing
that needs six billion dollars?

Nightingale have operatives
in Intelligence all over the world.

It's the Nightingale account. All
of the money has gone to Pakistan.

You're with them.

They'll k*ll me, Lucas.
It's you or me. Who are they?

You have no idea how big they are.
They are taking over.

Goodbye Lucas.

CAR HORNS BLARE

HORN BEEPS

Who is your contact?

Who has infiltrated the group?

SIREN WAILS

Taxi!

HORN BLARES

MOBLIE RINGS

RINGING CONTINUES

PHONE RINGS OUT

NEWS: 'This often fuelled by events
beyond our borders.'

A Pakistani intelligence officer
was stabbed in South London this
morning. Dickie wants to talk.

Dickie? Pakistani Intelligence.

Mother had a crush on Mountbatten.

Hamid Ahmed, head of Pakistani
Inter Services Intelligence Division
in the UK. AKA Dickie.

Ros Myers. Pleased to meet you.

So who k*lled your officer?

And before you point the finger
at the Indians, they are generally
more nuanced. In the past, maybe.

The far right in India is growing.
The RSS, VHP.

The leader of the Shiv Sena in Mumbai

has called for Hindu
suicide bombers to target Muslims.

Those organisations are
nationalist movements.

None of them have actually
taken root outside of India.

Are you saying that they're
bringing the fight here?

Times are hard in your country.

Views becoming more polarised.

Hindu and Muslim conflict in Asia is
sending shockwaves here

and Britain's streets are fertile
ground for violence.

What was your man working on?

An asset of his had infiltrated
a group of Hindu Nationalists.

Over here? We've got no intelligence
on this. Who is your asset?

A student. Ashok Veerkal.

It's Hindu name
but he's an Indian Muslim.

So this Hindu group, took
Ashok as one of their own? Exactly.

They are led by a young man,

Harish Dhillon.

Dhillon is planning some kind
of terror event,

aimed
at the Muslim community in London.

And you didn't think
we should know about this?!

There are two million Muslims
in this country and over
half a million Hindus.

An event like this, could
precipitate the kind of unrest

unseen on these shores
since the English Civil w*r.

Your asset is now ours.

I'll have to brief the Home
Secretary. Get the team together.

Find out whatever you
can about Harish Dhillon.

Could the six billion
be linked to this dead
Pakistani intelligence officer?

Let's keep an open mind, shall we?
Sarah?

Officially?

Back at Langley. Unofficially?

On the run.
Could be anywhere in the world.

No point asking the cousins
because if she is Nightingale,
anyone over there could be.

Whoever this organisation are
they've got more reach,

influence and financial clout
than most nation-states.

MOBILE RINGS

Ros?

Anything at Sarah's?

'We've been through the flat twice.
There's nothing.'
Leave it. We have a situation.

WATER DRIPPING

WATER GUSHES

Got you!

DOOR OPENS

Ah...

Home Secretary.

Sir Harry. Great to meet you.
How are you?

Please, take a seat. Thank you.

They said it was urgent.
It is rather.

We believe there is a high profile
attack being planned on the
Muslim community in this country.

This can't happen. The pressure
the country's been under over the
past two years

has exposed its fault lines.
If an attack like this were
to be allowed to take place...

It won't be, Home Secretary.

No. No.
Not if everything my predecessor told
me about you and your team is true.

He is a generous and a good man.

Then neither of us believe
he was corrupt.

Good. So who's planning this attack?

The far right?

Not as we know it.

Then who?

HOSPITAL MACHINES BEEP

Pakistani Intelligence
have given us this man.

Harish Dhillon. British born.
Thirty-two years old. Graduate.

Sold on his own small IT company
last month.

Got himself a job as a
manager of a sports centre.

Couple of arrests in his early
twenties for violent assaults.
Both on Muslims.

Got a temper, then.

Yep. Dhillon's flirted with
extreme nationalist views
since he was a teenager.

But now he's developed
into a full-blown extremist.

But it was the beating of his
of Muslim youths

two months ago in Wimbledon,
that appears to have pushed him
over the edge.

She's still on life support. It's
touch and go whether she'll live.

What do we have on the man
that k*lled the Pakistani
intelligence officer?

Victor Chatterjee.

Mid-level operative for hire.

More of a
facilitator/organiser than the
kind of man to get his hands dirty.

He's also a bit of a linguist
and self-styled intellectual.

Hindu or Muslim?
Actually Protestant.

He's Anglo-Indian. The chameleon,
moves with ease between various
religious,

ethnic and linguistic groups on the
sub-continent and in the South Asian
diaspora. All things to all men.

Not for much longer by
the looks of it. Onlookers say they
heard a shot. Have we checked A&Es?

Yep. And the quacks. Have the
police go over the area again.

He can't have got far in that state.
What is that in his hand?

It Bagh Nakh, tiger's claw.

Traditional Indian weapon,
in use since Medieval times.

You don't see many of them about
these days, not outside of
display cabinets. Thanks, Ruth.

So what's my way in?

Ashok Veerkal.

Pakistani asset. Meet him.

Find out how dangerous Dhillon is.

Could be compromised if his
handler gave him up to Victor.

We'll cross that bridge
when we come to it.

Anything on Sarah's memory stick?

Code protected.
Tariq's working on it. Lucas?

Why didn't she k*ll you?

I don't know.

I don't know
anything about her any more.

Except that she was frightened.

Didn't strike me as the type.
She isn't.

That's how serious these people are.

That's why we need to
find her and stop them.

Remember why we're doing this...



swept into India,
Europe and the East,

imposed their empire and
faith by sword and fire.

Since then, they've been eating away
at our Motherland like a cancer.

And now they're doing
the same thing here.

Who doesn't live in fear
of being shoved up against a wall
and searched

under anti-terror laws?

Publicly humiliated in front of
anyone who happens to be walking by.
In front of your girl.

Have pissed-up idiots call you
Osama? Spat at you on the street?

Because of anything we Hindus have
done? No. Bolo shri rama Chandra Ki.

Jai! Because of what the Muslims are
doing here and all over the world.
Bolo shri rama Chandra Ki. Jai!

Enough is enough.

Bolo shri rama Chandra Ki. Jai!

Muslims have to understand
that they are not the only ones

who are prepared to give up
everything for what they believe.

Bolo shri rama Chandra Ki!

Jai! Jai! Jai! Jai! Jai! Jai!

Jai! Jai! Jai! Jai! Jai! Jai!

You opened Sarah's memory stick
yet?

I'm still working on it.
It's a complicated password.

She's a complicated girl.
Aren't they all?

Not that complicated.

She's the only member of Nightingale
we know about and that memory stick

is the only link to her.
So, stay on it. Right.

In the meantime, how do I
contact this Ashok? E-mail.

His handler opened a standard
e-mail account. Any time he needed
to contact him, he went on line.

Wrote his message. Instead of
sending it, he saved it to Drafts.

Simple but effective.
All the rage with Al-Qaeda.

Go ahead.

Let's see if he bites.

Ashok. Who are you?
It doesn't matter who I am.
I'm here to help you.

You're MI5. Where's the Pakistani?

He waved me off. Something was
wrong. He was being cautious.

I said, where is he?
He's on his way home. Long leave.

You've been handed over to us.
I don't get a say in that?

Actually, no.

Right.

Interesting choice.

Right now, you're not in any trouble.
Cooperate, you won't be.

All I wanted was a game of football.

These Hindu kids at the
Sports Centre were the only
ones who'll give me a game.

White kids won't play with me
cos I'm Asian. Pakistani kids
won't hang out with an Indian.

Just a kickabout, that's all.
I don't want to hurt anyone.

How serious is Dhillon? As a heart
attack. He wants to k*ll Muslims.

Could be he likes to talk.

No. He's a doer.

What's the target?
He plays it tight.
Somebody calls him. Who?

No idea. They talk in Sanskrit.

Look, Dhillon's a nutter- just go
and arrest him before it's too late.

Someone's running him.

I need to know who that is.
You need to find out for me.

You're joking, right? No. No way.

Any second they could find out what
I am, who I really am. And k*ll me.

Do you seriously think I'd ask you
to do this if there was the slightest
chance Dhillon suspected you?

Yeah. I do. I read all about what
you lot get up to on the internet.

Lady Di, taking the
minutes at t*rture sessions.

Look, I'm just a crap footballer.

A normal bloke. A nobody.
I can't help you with this.
I think you can.

Come on, let's go.

Normal people like you
are going to die - unless we find out

when and where this attack
is going to take place. Women.

Children. You're the only person
who can stop this from happening.
No.

Listen to me. When you found out
what these boys were doing,
you could have walked away, right?

But you didn't. You stepped up. Why?

If I do this for, get what you
want, then you cut me loose.

For good. Make sure nobody
else messes with me.

Pakistanis, Indians, bloody
Martians. Nobody. Deal?

Deal. I need the names and numbers
of the other boys in Dhillon's group.

It's all in there. Under football.

When's the next meet?

Lunchtime. Sports centre.

Dhillon has a controller.

Someone who calls and speaks to him
in Sanskrit. We need a translator.

We won't have anyone
in-house who speaks it.

Sanskrit's a ceremonial language -
it's only spoken in a handful of
traditional institutions in India.

Try the pre-vetted list.

Tariq. Names and numbers for the
other boys in Dhillon's group.

If this Sanskrit guy calls, I want a
team on stand by to pick him up.

Ruth, you said Victor Chatterjee
was a linguist. Yes.

You think Victor's the controller?
He k*lled Ashok's handler. It fits.

Question is who's behind
Victor, who's controlling him?

So it's possible that the
handler gave Ashok up to
Victor before he was k*lled;.

Well, the boy's cover
could be blown.

You can't send him back.
What if they challenge him?

He couldn't bluff his way out.
He's just a boy.

We have to put in one of our
own people. The attack's imminent.

So bring Dhillon and the others in.

We can't. If Victor's the controller,
we need to find him.

We have to send him in there.
Wear a wire, get the target
from the horse's mouth.

We have to take that risk.
Well, he has to take the risk.

A 17-year-old boy
has to take the risk.

Ruth?

It's nothing.

I'd forgotten what it's like here.

People as chess pieces, the mess,
that's all. It's nothing...

It's no nothing, Ruth, and I'm glad
you're here to remind us of that.

To remind me.

Put this on.

There mic in the strap.

And this goes in your ear. Means
we can have a two-way conversation.

Won't be visible.

I've got the cavalry with me.
First sign of trouble, we'll be in.

Ashok, try to get Dhillon alone.

Girl, huh?

Eat with me.

Where are you from?

Over there? Punjab, yeah?

Same. Kasur.
That's Pakistan now, right? Mmm.

My family came over after Partition.

They say it was beautiful.
You've never been?

Muslims live in my grandparents'
house. Sit at their tables.
Eat rice from their fields.

This thing, it's close now. Yeah?

Easy.

Scared?

Me? Nah. These Muslims,
they have to be shown, right?

We have to make a stand.

It has to be done. Mmm.

You have doubts, though.

I see it in your eyes sometimes.

It's all right. I had them too.

Before...what happened to my sister.

Even after what happened to Kiran,
I didn't know what to do with the
way I felt.

But I was lucky.

I met somebody.
He showed me the way.

Destiny, right?

Your destiny too.

Come, let me show you the way.

See you next week, yeah?

Boys, come, we've got business.

Ruth, I'm not happy with this.
Dhillon's on the move.

Copy that, Lucas.

Yes! Into Sarah's memory stick.

Open it.

What is it? Reciprocal cipher.
Substitution code.

Thought this girl was complicated.

Each number's a letter but
she's offset it by 13 spaces.

Victor, Dhillon's controller.

Pull everything else
off the memory stick.

Victor's name.

It's on Sarah Caulfield's memory
stick. Listed under Godse. The
Hindu nationalist who shot Gandhi.

Victor's working with Sarah.

Then Dhillon, these boys
and the attack, are all
a part of Nightingale's plan.

They're provoking this race
hatred, creating t*rrorists
for their own ends.

OK. Right, this is the
Styer MP 69, 9mm.

Trespass trap. Crap.

No, no!

This clip holds 39 mil rounds,
the magazine's inserted in
the p*stol grip like so.

Watch out because the ejector cases
spit out fast from the right.

Ashok. Don't piss yourself.
It's not loaded.

Get a feel for it. Pass it round.

Wait. Stay calm, Ashok.
I've got your back.

I've got something else.
These two shorter numeric codes,
listed under Victor's name.

They're dates. The day of the
attack and the day after. Two dates.

Two attacks.

Victor's running two cells. But only
he knows the identity of the members
of the second cell and their target.

If we pull Dhillon now, we lose
any chance of finding Victor.

And stopping Nightingale.

And assuming the second
attack's a public place

like the first, risk God knows
how many lives are at risk.
Call off CO19. Tomorrow morning.

Ashok, we need the target.

We leave from here at ten. Ashok?
What's the target? That'll wait...

Burton Street mosque.

OK, Ashok, we're coming in.

Lucas, there's a second cell.

Pull back! Pull back!

Change of plan, we're standing down.
Keep your nerve.

We're all committed now.

No wonder we're suddenly
facing totally unprecedented
action by Hindu Nationalists.

Nightingale's been stirring things
up. But what the hell is their game?

Attacks in the UK, six billion
transferred to an unknown
destination in Pakistan Yep.

Chinese involvement. The Home
Secretary forced from office.
And we're still missing pieces.

That's what worries me. What's next?

We need to find Victor.
If he's still alive.

Tariq?

Everything on the memory stick.
Annihilated. What's this?

It's just possible I can pull
off enough fragments of the file

I was opening as the trap
kicked in to reconstitute it.

Ruth, anything from GCHQ?
No. No chatter about
an attack on either day.

I flagged up we're not dealing
with the usual suspects. Victor?

Still nothing from the hospitals.
Or the morgues.

If he wants to cash the fat cheque he
must be getting from Nightingale,

he has to be looking for medical
attention. The police are searching
the area by the market.

Anyone that could have helped him?
Victor Chatterjee. Only child.
Both parents dead. No property here.

Family had land in Eastern India,
but they lost everything when we
pulled out in '47.

As Anglo-Indians, they were
associated with British rule.

Nationalists saw
them as collaborators.

He's a loner. Nothing to live for
and nothing to lose.

So where the hell is he?

Anyone in here?

You all right mate?
Tell me what's happened.

Sanskrit expert's here. Lucas let's
put the translator through his
paces.

PHONE CALL PLAYS BACK

He references the Age of Kali.

A time in which the right hand
will deceive the left, and the....

The left the right. When men of
lies teach truth and the old
betray the innocence of the young.

Eight years reading sabbatical.

What else? He tells the younger
man there is something wrong
with one of his people.

Name? No name.

Does he have any clue
as to his identity?

I don't think he knows.
What do you mean, think?

This language is like a woman,
a thing of beauty, many shades.

Charming. Lucas.

Dhillon's got five boys to choose
his traitor from. So we send
your boy in blind or...

Tell him there's a one in five chance
Dhillon going to cut his throat,

and ask him nicely if he minds
risking it? He's scared to death as
it is.

But if they expose him,
he close down and run for cover.

We'll lose Victor and any chance
of preventing the second attack.
I'll have to go back to Ashok.

Ashok. Don't look round.

I need you to go back in there.

But you said you were taking them
in. What's he problem?

You're always busting in on
Asians in the middle of the night
and dragging them away.

We need to find out who's
controlling Dhillon.

Something's wrong. He suspects me,
I know he does. Dhillon called.

He wants to meet.
The centre, an hour from now.

He never calls himself.
He must be on to me.
Could be anything. Go. Go?

Are you for real? I got other plans.

Like staying alive. Come on.

You know the target. The time.

We had a deal. If you don't show up,
he'll know we're on to him.
He's going to k*ll me.

I live with my parents.
sh*t. I'm 17. I haven done anything
yet. I'm out of here.

You're going to be at that sports
centre one hour from now.
Yeah? Or what?

Or I'll see a few Asians are
dragged out of their beds tonight.
Starting with your mum and dad.

You know what?

You, the Pakistani, Dhillon.
You're all the same.

Different flag, different god, same
game. Playing with people's lives.
Who the hell do you think you are?

Who I need to be to get the job done
to save the lives you don't seem to
care about.

And my life? What about that?
In the big balance of things
that ain't worth sh*t, yeah?

I won't let Dhillon hurt you.
You have my word. Your word?

That means something, does it?
The word of a liar.
If anything happens, I will know.

You will be wearing a wire.

And then what? You come charging
in to save me? Like before?

Yeah. Like the Lone Ranger.

If you're the masked white hero,
what does that make me? Tonto?

Thousands of lives are at stake.
Be there.

Tariq, I need you to hijack a mobile
phone. Stick with me, you'll never
have to pay for your calls again.

You out there, liar man?
You better have my back on this.

I have it.

Tariq?

All good? No worries.

THEY ARGUE

Hey, hey, hey.

What's up? Problem.

Yeah? Hmm.
Somebody's playing both sides, bruv.

No way.

Kamlesh thinks it's you. Yeah?

Yeah.

Know what? He's right.

I'm Muslim, MI5 are
listening to every word we say.

You're all under arrest.
Assume the position.

You were the one
interested in the target.

Why was that, Ashok, huh? Hmm?

If I'm going to die,
I want to know where, what for.

There's one way we can sort
this out. If he's Muslim, he's cut.

Anyone seen that boy in the shower?

Drop your pants.
I don't want to scare anyone.

Drop 'em.

He's circumcised. They'll know
he's Muslim. They'll k*ll him.

Tariq, I need that phone, now.
Nearly there.

PHONE RINGS

Turn your phones off.

Ashok. Get him to answer it.

Turn it off. I'm trying to
turn it off, it won't shut down.

Make him answer it or you
going to die. Nerves is it, Kamlesh?

Something you're hiding from us?

Answer it. This damn thing's busted.

Answer it! Tariq!

Got it.

On speaker. Ashok.
Let's all have a listen, hmm?

Do it. Dhillon, look...
Do it.

PHONE RINGS

Hello? As-salamu alaykum, brother.

What happened at the meet, huh?

Give me that.
You have the target yet?

Give me that. Bruv, listen,
this is a set-up... NOW!

Who's this?

PHONE GOES DEAD

What's this, Kam? I
don't know what that that is, bruv.

What do you mean you don't know
what this is? This is your mobile!

You should know what's in this, Kam!

This is you mobile!

It's your mobile phone!
g*nsh*t

I shouldn't have doubted you.

We stay here tonight.

We k*lled him. We had no choice.

It was him or Ashok. Still, I...

Tariq. They were going
to k*ll innocent people.

Where are we on the Burton Street
Mosque? Board have been briefed.

I was suitably vague. CO19 will
be in place.

We have eyes on Dhillon overnight.
When they move in the morning,
we'll be waiting.

Good.

Lucas, I want you on them with a
team from the moment they leave
the sports centre.

Tariq, you or suitable cover
with the Professor overnight in
case Victor contacts Dhillon.

We've got nothing till
he makes that call.

Why don't I take the first shift with
the Professor? You get some rest.

Anything on Victor? Dhillon's


One of the boys that did it.

He wanted to be seen.

Victor Chatterjee. Was sitting in a
car parked across the street when
the attack on the girl took place.

Now, if I was a less moral woman,
I mean if I was looking for
a right wing Hindu,

somebody prepared to carry
out an atrocity here
and there wasn't one...

You'd make one.

Dhillon's been manipulated from
the start. Nightingale's played him.

We can use that.

We can't risk pulling in Dhillon.

We're still totally unsighted
on the second attack.

If we don't find Victor,
then hundreds, possibly thousands
of people will die.

Nightingale knows that
an attack of this nature

will have repercussion that will
lead to chaos and even more deaths.

We have to let this one run, Ruth.

It's the right call. Really.

Coffee?

No, thank you.

My brother fought with
the Indian National Army
during the last World w*r.

Against the British? Oh,
he was manipulated by the Japanese

into thinking that by fighting the
British, they could liberate India.

In that sense, he is not so
very different from this Dhillon.

If I had been there, when he took
his commitment, perhaps I...

could have persuaded him
to take another course.

Dhillon's a t*rror1st.

Your brother wore a uniform.

And yet you ex*cuted him.

Do not underestimate this Victor.

He is a Bengali.

They are many things, but above
all they are poets, for whom love
and hate are worth dying for.

- Anything yet?
- Nothing.

Dover four? No. Nothing.

Still no communication from Victor.

They're late.

They're out.

ENGINE STARTS

What's with the bags?

You'll see.

They're on the move.

If Victor calls, it'll be soon.
I'll be with the Professor.
Can you keep me updated? Sure.

PHONE RINGS

Tariq.

Got it. Victor's at Hellsdene Street.
Thats close as I could get.

I'll keep working on it.

What did he say to Dhillon?

They are to visit another place.

Lucas, Burton Street Mosque
is no longer the target,
you have to maintain visual.

sh*t! Ros, we've lost them.

The target's changed.
Take Victor. He's mine.

Evacuate every mosque within
a mile radius of Burton Street.

Talk to me, Ashok.
He switched the attack,
I need you to get the new target.

What's going down?

Nothing to worry about.

Be patient, bruv.

sh*t! Tariq, I'm on Hellsdene Street.

Can you give me any more?

North end.

Dropped your potato peeler.

I want both targets. What's so
important to you that you couldn't
risk going to hospital, Victor?

Hmm? What's worth dying for?

Not Nightingale, you're just
the hired help. Not the money.

That's no good to a dead man, is it?

This is about revenge, isn't it?

Half my family's lands were left
in East Pakistan, half in India.

Muslims on one side,
Hindus on the other.

Both sides tore everything from us.

This is about justice.

The second attack's muslims
on Hindus.

Send him over.

What do you threaten a man with

who isn't afraid to die?
Over here, Dickie.

Pakistani Intelligence.

I believe you m*rder*d one of
his officers yesterday?

Dickie will make sure
you get to see a doctor.

Of course. You will need to be
in a tip-top condition to survive
in Karachi Central Jail.

There you have it. You tell me the
targets, I leave you here to die.

Don't tell me, I make sure you live.

A Protestant in Karachi jail?
A fate worse than death.

All yours, Dickie.

Wait.

You cannot stop
the first attack now.

Where is it?

Taverstock Park College. The Muslim
sixth form college on Wavell Road.

Lucas? On my way.

And the second cell?

Come on, Victor.

You'll get everything you want
from the first attack.

You've got your revenge.

A rented house. 17 Hastings Way.

Ruth, the second cell's
at 17 Hastings Way. Take him away.

You said he was ours. Well, I lied.
Goes with the territory.

Next time you get wind of something
like this, make sure you have
Harry Pearce on speed dial.

ETA, Lucas? Two minutes away.

PHONE RINGS

CO19 won't go into the college,
they're only dealing
with the second cell.

Get me the Home Secretary.

MACHINE g*n FIRE

Home Secretary.

Home Secretary, we have a problem.
CO19... I know, Harry.

I gave the order not to intervene.
We're going to negotiate.

We believe Dhillon's intention
is to k*ll those girls.

I'm sorry, I can't risk
a British Beslam.

MACHINE g*n FIRE

SCREAMING

Home Secretary, if Hindu
nationalists m*rder those girls,

the repercussions
will tear this country apart.

You're right,
but if those girls are caught

in the crossfire,
cut down by CO19 b*ll*ts,

Muslim teenagers m*rder*d by British
police officers on the order
of the Home Secretary, what then?

Move it!

SCREAMING

Either way we play this,
people will die.

If the British Government
is responsible for the deaths
of those girls,

we'll lose the trust of every
ordinary Muslim in this country.

Once we lose that,
we lose any chance of stopping
the bloodshed once it begins.

CO19 are dealing with
the Muslim cell at Hastings Way.

I'm doing as much as I can, Harry.

Trust me.
CO19 say you have a man in there?

He's en route, yes.

Stop him and wait for negotiators.
Absolutely.

PHONE RINGS

Where the hell is CO19?

They've been stood down, Lucas.
I'm going in. No, Lucas.

Dhillon's going to k*ll Ashok,
he's going to torch them all.

Lucas... Harry, I gave him my word.

Get up. Get up!

Leave her alone!

What do you think you're doing?
Shut up! No, let her speak.

Whatever your problem is,
it's nothing to do with us.

You're full of it! But you let them
make you wear this.

I wear it because I'm proud
of who I am! Say it again!

Let her go!

I said, let her go.

What?

Go!

Go, go, go.

This is wrong.

Whatever you believe,
this has to be wrong.

You betrayed us.

You let Kamlesh die in your place.
Who are you?

A Muslim.

You shared my food, you ate with me!

Wait! These girls, they've
done nothing. Let them go.

Open up the other bags.

In a short time from now,

when the world is watching
and this place burns,

and we die with them in a purifying
fire... Brothers, are you with me?

Easy! Stay there.

'I just want to talk to Dhillon.'

See?

'I'm unarmed.'

Stay there! I WILL sh**t.

No, you won't. Get back, I said.

I will sh**t you! I'm not joking!
I will sh**t you, I'll sh**t you!

'I'm not going to stop.'

Get back! I'll sh**t you!

I'm going to walk right past you, and
you're not going to fire that weapon.

Get back!

By our offering, everybody
will know that we, the Hindus,

are their ally in the fight
against the evil plague of Islam.

Stay calm, I'm unarmed. MI5.

What do you think you're doing here?
Making a stand. Against schoolgirls?

Against Muslims! He's not with
us, but our enemy's the same.

Is that what he told you?

No. We hate Hindus
as much as we hate Muslims.

What the hell is he doing?
Is he goading him?

'Come on, don't tell me you've
forgotten the Raj? Divide and rule.'

We set you on each other
like dogs, Hindu against Muslim,
Muslim against Hindu.

Islam has been the enemy of
the Hindutva for 1,000 years.

And here you are, still at it. We
did a bang-up job, don't you think?

Drop your weapons!

Please tell me
you're not buying what he's selling!

So, what is this masterplan?
Torch a few Muslim schoolgirls,

and we embrace you as our brothers
in the crusade against Islam?
He knows nothing!

No? Well how about this
for something?

Victor Chatterjee, your recruiter,
and the man who put your sister on a
life-support machine. Same person.

Lies. Don't listen. He's lying.

A few days between the attack on
your sister and the time Victor
first contacted you, coincidence?

Dhillon, we've got him on
CCTV smiling as those kids
beat the sh*t out of her.

No, you don't! No, you don't!

'Victor planned the
whole thing, Dhillon.'

So, are you going to stake your lives
on this man's say-so?

Or their lives?

Face it, you've all been played.

Go, get out! Ashok, no.

Wait!

Do it!

g*nf*re

GIRLS SCREAM

Let her go! You've got less
than a second to light that

before this b*llet impacts your
brain. Wait! Stay out of this.

Let me speak to him.

Go on.

When I first started playing
football with you guys...
Stay away! Do as he says.

..I felt I belonged.
Then I found out all this
other stuff, all this hate.

We're from the same place,
same blood. You're Muslim.

My people chose to pray a different
way because they believed

that was the right way, because
they wanted to get to who knows?
We're still brothers.

All I'm saying is, see this
for what it is. Destiny...

Take the shot, Lucas.

Strike that now and you're no
different to those kids who strap on
bombs. You've become what you hate.

Whoever this Victor is,
he chose you because you care.

He saw that was your weakness.

But caring, that can be a strength,
too, yeah?

This girl's, what...? Two, three
years older than your sister?

Open your eyes.

Those guys who did your sister in,
you do not want to be like them.

Do you?
You don't want to be like them.

Just let her go.

It's OK.

You don't. It's OK.

OK, wait, wait, wait!
You wait there, you wait there!

Don't do it, brother!

I will do it, I will do this!

I'll do it! Don't do it, please!
I will, I will do it!

Don't brother, please! Don't!

You stay there!

HE SOBS

'Ros? ..It's over.'

Thank you, Lucas.
PHONE RINGS

Thank you.

The Home Secretary wants to see you.

Thank you.

Victor played him
like you played me.

Liar man.

We've let it be known that one of
the boys involved in the school
attack was dating a girl there.

And the second cell, the Muslim
extremists that Victor had set up
for the attack tomorrow? In custody.

We're letting it play that it
was an Al-Qaeda sponsored attack.

Which is what they
believe themselves.

Do you know what the target was?
A Hindu temple.

We had a close shave today. Yes.

And you believe that
Victor Chatterjee was
behind the whole thing?

We're looking into it, but, yes,
I believe so, Home Secretary.

Good.

Any particular reason
you lied to him about all this
being down to Victor?

I prefer to think of it
as an equivocation.

I think Nightingale drove
his predecessor from office.

You think Lawrence could be theirs?

Anything can happen.

Never trust an overnight success.

Not trusting the boss,
not really a position we can
sustain for any length of time.

Can't take any chances.
Not against an enemy like this.

'We're seeking to confirm initial
reports of a series of global
terror attacks by isolated groups

'of Muslims and Hindus in both
the US and continental Europe,

'attacks that appear
to have already provoked...'

There have been simultaneous
attacks in the US and Holland.

'..riots have been widespread,
whilst here in London, police
have arrested what appears to be

'a Muslim terror cell
in what could be a connected event.

'Tensions are running high
in the wake of recent attacks...'

This was never about
the UK, this is global.

Nightingale, the final pieces
falling into place.

'Following the unexpected death
of Pakistan's Chief of Military
Command, Jaffar Hasni,

'in a road accident yesterday,
his replacement, General Azim Ali,

'has already been outspoken
in his condemnation of the
attacks on Muslim targets...'

It's him, Ali.
He's on Sarah's memory stick.

'...concern in some quarters
in the light of his right-wing,
and some would say outspoken...'

Then he's theirs. Nightingale's
man is running the Pakistani army.

They're forcing India and Pakistan
into open conflict.

Or worse.

Nuclear w*r.

'...1999 Nuclear Doctrine, stating
India will not be the first

'to initiate a nuclear strike,
but will respond with punitive
retaliation should deterrents fail.'

These talks represent our last
chance to end this crisis peacefully.

That's more important than my
relationship with any politician.

I want peace. I came here
for peace, Andrew, believe me.

Clock on the laptop,
it's a detonator.

I need to see Sir Harry Pearce, now.

We have no word on the
precise whereabouts of the
Pakistani president,

or the British Home Secretary, both
believed to be in the building.

We have to find them. If the
Pakistani president dies, it's w*r.

Get me the Met commander on the
ground. I've spoken to him,
it's chaos down there.

We've got a security situation,
no idea who's friend and who's foe.

Any sign of Ros and Lucas? No.

You have to bail. Aaargh!

Ros? Lucas? Speak to us.