04x01 - The Special (Part 1)

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Happy Birthday.

- You wouldn't swap me for another girl?
- I wouldn't swap you for the whole world.

Something's wrong. Flash the
entire team and bring them all in.

We don't allow t*rrorists to change
Government policy. We must protect
my officers. They're not civilians.

Your wife and the other hostage
tried to escape. They k*lled a guard.

As a result of that, one of
them is going to be ex*cuted.

Please don't do this.

And you have to choose which one.

He won't make that choice.

Adam, I love you.

Choose! If I weren't
chained to this chair,

I would be right up in your face,
you death-worshipping fascist!

Danny, please don't.

And you know what my answer would be.

Danny.

There'll be time to grieve later.

I promise you,
there'll be time to grieve.

This programme
contains some strong language.

This programme contains scenes which
some viewers may find upsetting.

You sure?

I saw him die, Adam.
It should have been me.

It shouldn't have been anybody.

I can't look at the coffin.
Not after. . . That's fine.

I should go. I know.

Danny Hunter was a young man
who was deeply loved.

Here today in this house of God
we give thanks for his short life,

and we give our condolences
to his family,

to his friends, and to all of his
colleagues at the Department for the
Environment, Food and Rural Affairs.

We'll begin with hymn number 594,
The Lord Is My Shepherd.

# The Lord's my shepherd
I'll not want

# He makes me down to lie

# In pastures green, he leadeth me

# The quiet waters by. . . #

Let us pray.

Merciful Father,
hear our prayers and comfort us.

ELECTRONIC WHIRRING

LOW RUMBLE

Your Son,
whom you raised from the dead

strengthen our faith that all who
have died in the love of Christ. . .
PAGERS BLEEP

.shall share
in his eternal resurrection,

who lives and reigns with you,

in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and for ever. Amen.

No warning? . .Yeah.
Nine confirmed dead already
but it'll easily hit double figures.

It's expected to be around 50.
No sign of radiation or chemicals.

Let's pull up everything we've got.
Al Qaeda, Real IRA. . . Where's Ruth?

Zaf, come with me. Colin, get all
the CCTV footage of the b*mb site.

.Confident of his victory. . .

Didn't you say something about
there being a time to grieve?

Yes, well, there'll be a lot
of families doing that tonight.

I want to say goodbye properly.
I need you.

Who died and is alive and
reigns with you, now and for ever.

Amen.

We've had a call come in from
a group claiming responsibility.

We're patched in.

Codeword is Unicorn.

Communique number one
from the Shining Dawn Group.

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.

Be warned that our aim
will be maximum civilian casualties.

How much carnage do you think
public opinion will tolerate
for the sake of one man?

We've got ten hours.

I want to keep you with us
at least until this crisis is over.

You OK with that? Sure.

Update? The Grid's been designated
Command and Control Centre
with Harry as Gold Commander.

He'll like that title. Somebody's
sitting at my station. We've got
Special Branch, Anti-t*rror1st. . .

Even some Americans buzzing around.
Nobody knows
what anybody else is doing.

The Americans are here because Munro
is their citizen and, until now,
Shining Dawn has been their problem.

Harry wants everyone with Level
One clearance in the meeting room.

Who has Level One clearance?
Harry hasn't actually told me.

Looks like we're invited.

Death count's now 17.
Seems an entire family's been
wiped out apart from the dad.

I think Ruth's told you
I've been designated Gold
Commander for this crisis.

We have to grit our teeth
and bear the presence
of cousins from Grosvenor Square,

who will undoubtedly
bring their usual arrogance
and overbearing. . .willingness

to share their considerable
expertise on this subject. Richard,
it's great to have you on board.

These are Jim O'Shea and Patrick
Clacey - Shining Dawn specialists.
Glad somebody is.

They'll be with you for the duration
of the crisis. Tell me, how much do
you guys know about Shining Dawn?

We were tracking some of their
members who fled to this country
with Munro.

We picked Munro up almost
by chance when he was caught
using a false passport as ID.

They've always been low
on our threat rating - their main
animosity is towards America.

Our knowledge of their cadres
and cell structure is quite sketchy.

Sketchy?
Sketchy as in non-existent?

Sketchy as in your knowledge of Al
Qaeda when they were learning to fly
and sunning themselves in Florida.

I'm happy for a little Q and A.
What's their ideology?

They believe that humans
as a species are out of control,
need to be culled.

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,

along with all the species
that inhabit it,

unless humans
are dramatically culled.

Michael Munro delivered that speech
at the University of Berkeley.
Two weeks afterward, this happened.

LA. Blast in a burger bar. Followed
by the Baltimore movie theatre b*mb.

After which he fled here and
we were lucky enough to catch him.
And now everybody wants Munro.

And who's planting the bombs?
We're guessing they have around


But your real problem
is the b*mb maker.

All we have is a voice fragment.

The return was satisfactory
but should be increased next time.

That's him talking to Munro after
the Baltimore b*mb. He's English?

Shining Dawn are a United Nations
when it comes to membership.

And, contrary to received wisdom,
we're not responsible for everything
that's wrong in the world.

We'll get the voice specialists on
it. The return was satisfactory
but should be increased next time'

What does he mean? Is he talking
about the b*mb technology?
He's talking about this.

This is a problem for Special Branch.
Why are they bothering me with it?

Ruth, there's a car waiting.
Why, where am I going?
Just outside Oxford.

You're familiar
with Professor Stephen Curtis?

He wrote The Future Does Not
Need Us. Thinks that humanity
as a species is coming to an end.

Making him a guru for Shining Dawn.
He might have even have met Munro.

I'm guessing brains will beat brawn
in finding out if and where
the meeting took place.

But what, what shall I. . . ?
No time for strategy briefings.

Use your natural cunning.

Colin! Where's that CCTV footage?

Working on it. Not now.

Tell Commander Pearson
safe houses are out of bounds,
they'll have to use Paddington Green.

Hello, Harry.

Juliet.
You're supposed to be in Washington.

I'm back.

Given Fiona Carter is still
indisposed after her recent trauma,
it was felt I could help out.

Felt. By whom? By the DG, I assume.

Commiserations, by the way,
on not making the post.

I'm learning to live with it. Well,
you're used to that I suppose.

You're not needed here. Really?
As I understand it a death cult
you know virtually nothing about

is going to detonate another
massive b*mb in a matter of hours.

Which is why we need
no further complications. Adam!

You remember Juliet Shaw? Adam.
Juliet. What can I do to help?

You can come and look
at some CCTV footage.

Give me five.

Take it back a bit.

They're our bombers.
No faces though.

The CCTV distorts just at the point
we might have got face recognition.

UK Central Maintenance.

We've gone through their records.
What about the van? Look at this.

A broken brake light.
We've got a report of a van
colliding with a Mondeo yesterday.

And? Before the van drivers
left to change the plates,

Mr Mondeo took their number
and called it in.

Excellent. You and Colin find out
where the van came from. Juliet!

NEWSREADER:
This morning the Prime Minister will
visit the scene 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. . .

Foxtrot four. Pease confirm
target's still at home.

Affirmative, Charlie Two.

Nice to get out of London.

It's beautiful countryside,
Oxfordshire. Yeah.

Did you see the news? Yes.

Shocking, wasn't it?

No.

Just another spasm from a species
hell-bent on its own destruction.

Sit.

What's his name? Chuang.

Oriental name. Is it really?

We know you've been in contact
with Shining Dawn leaders
on the internet.

Is that a crime?

Some legislation probably covers it.
It's not my department though.

To be honest,
none of this is really,

but with the b*mb and everything. . .

They sent you.

Very flattering.

I have a cat.

Not a Burmese though.

Just a normal old moggy
with a less exotic name.

What's it called? Fidget.

I can see I'll need my wits about me
for this ruthless interrogation.

Yes, hang on. Yes, we're keeping
the major airports open but
Category A targets are on alert.

The PM's back from the Kuwait summit
tonight. We need a press lockdown.

They can do
the human tragedy angle.

The editors will understand their
national duty and if they don't
we'll spell it out for them.

We've traced the van and got
a credit card match. Stolen?

It's in the name
of a man called Carl Mortimer. So?

He's an Operations Manager
for UK Central Maintenance.

The uniforms of the bombers?
Exactly.

Zaf, let's go and get Carl Mortimer.

Please don't k*ll me!
Where's the next b*mb?

Don't k*ll me. Tell us about
your connection to Shining Dawn.

You've got the wrong guy.
You're Carl Mortimer.

You're Operations Manager
for UK Central Maintenance? Yeah.

You've been helping Shining Dawn.
You're a member.

I don't know what you're talking
about. Who are you? Are you police?

I want a solicitor. My wife. . .
You've seen the pictures?

Of Abu Ghraib and Guantanamo Bay?

That'll be you when we hand
you over to the Americans.
They're waiting for you, Carl.

I don't know anything.

The credit card, Carl?

The van rental? Oh, God.

I gave my credit card to my
girlfriend. She said she
was buying a dress on-line.

He was blubbing for his wife.
Why did she want uniforms?

Some kind of plan to help
immigrant workers get jobs.
I wasn't interested.

Mind on something else, was it?
Who's your girlfriend?

My wife can't find out.

Who's your girlfriend? ! Delphine.
She's French. We met recently.

But she's not the type. . . Address?
We always met in hotels.

We're bringing Mortimer in.
Get the ID specialists ready
and send a car to safe house BR12.

Get up.

We're coming out now.

No, no I can't see
the transport anywhere.

I'm sorry if I've caused
you any problems. If I can. . .
g*nsh*t

Zaf, where are you?
I'm here, by the tree.

You OK? I'm fine, fine.
OK. You hurt?

No, hit my pocket though.

Where's the transport?
Can you see Mortimer?

Yeah. He can't see me though.
High velocity r*fle.

Can you see anything? Blood.

Zaf, my phone's on the pavement.

Call The Grid.

sh*t, mine was in my pocket.

It's a bit like Mortimer's head.

I can get to yours.

No, no! Stay where you are.
Don't move, don't move.

OK? Fine, fine.

What I want to know is
how they knew we were here.

We've got a mole.
That's not certain.

It was a headshot, Harry.
We've lost our only lead.

Try the wife of the m*rder*d man.
Maybe she knew.
Maybe they'll get to her first.

What do you want? Call a halt
to the operation? Start
a full-scale search for the mole?

That'll take more than the few hours
before all hell breaks lose again.

They'll always be one step ahead.

I understand the bloody problem!

Look I understand the problem. But
we need all the people we've got.

I'll instruct Colin to put
additional surveillance devices
on all newcomers. Including Zaf?

It's not him. He was nearly k*lled.
Wouldn't be the first time

that's been used as a smokescreen.
We can't afford speculations.

We can't ignore them either.
Fine. We won't ignore them.

But your priority
must be to find the next b*mb.

Let me worry about the mole.
Get yourself cleaned up.

So Harry, how are you coping
with the Americans?

Not particularly happy
having them camped in my offices.

Oh, Richard Boyd's not that bad.

Six say that he has powerful
enemies amongst the Vulcans in
Washington and that's a good start.

And then Juliet Shaw
was a big surprise.

Yes, well, she was very popular
in Washington. And with the PM.

On that basis, we could
draft in Jamie Oliver.

I fear we may have a security breach.

Who? Well, any one of the new
faces we're currently housing.

I need to know
there's no hidden agenda.

I'm no more aware
of such an agenda than you are.

Then again, I only hold one
of the three great offices of state.

When I discover who is giving
Shining Dawn information and why,

then I'm going to need your
full support, Home Secretary.

You know, back in my days
as a student radical,

our dreams were all about
the glorious proletariat.

We've still got those dreams
on file.

Islamic Caliphates, Shining Dawns,
these blood-drenched Utopias.

Is this the future, Harry?

Is this what we've come to?

I give you my word, Harry,
that you have my full support.

OK, admittedly it's the word
of a devious, lying politician
but it's all I have right now.

It'll do for me.

Right. The police have confirmed
two more fatalities

and we've got 4 1/2 hours
until they hit again.

This may seem trivial but you're
no good to me if your blood sugar
levels are shot to pieces so,

keep hydrated
and don't overdo the caffeine.
Coffee here's undrinkable anyway.

That's the thanks we get for
putting our necks on the line
for this special relationship.

There's plenty of sandwiches
and fresh fruit available

and if need to call home and make
childcare arrangements, do so now.

None of us are gonna
get any sleep tonight.

We have a list of possible targets
on a high state of alert,

but this is nothing
but a list of guesses.

Shining Dawn
don't care about symbolic value -

they'd blow up a pool hall
if it had enough people in it.

Can I take that?

I don't know if I can be bothered.
Yeah, but you say that all the time.

Come on, babe, it'll be a laugh.

Don't you sometimes
wish you had a g*n? Yeah!

Don't spend it all at once.

I got it. . .

Republica de Bolivia.

Yeah, funny!
Go there in your gap year, did ya?

I've gotta find a different job.

So, do you consider yourself to be
a sympathiser of Shining Dawn,
Professor Curtis?

I think they're heroic. Heroic?

They're prepared
to face up to the fact

that we are a plague on the Earth.

Don't you think if humans
think that other humans
are a plague on the Earth,

and I don't agree with that
of course, that they're. . .

that they're kind of special
just for thinking it.
If you see what I mean?

A special capacity
for rapacious destruction perhaps.

But great achievements as well.

Mozart, Michelangelo. . .

Rather obvious examples.

The Big Mac?

Andrew Lloyd Webber?

The mobile phone?

I rather enjoyed Les Mis.

And mobile phones are very useful.
Mobile phones are very useful[!]

What's going on?
We have to get out.

What are you talking about? There's
a man with a g*n. In the garden.

What? My colleague's outside.

No, this way, my car is just down
there. Straight through there.

Please just get straight
in the back of the car.

Nice and quiet.

Mark, there's a man
in the back garden with a g*n.

Mark! Oh, my God. . .

Just drive the car. He's dead.

The keys? Where are the keys?

Here.

Wrong keys,
we need to get out of here!

Get out of the car nice and quietly!

Don't slam the door.

Get down, get down. Quickly.

Why would they try to k*ll me?

I've got no signal.

OK, we need to hide. We need
to hide until I can get help.

It's Kennedy. They're not here.
Of course I looked.

I know they can't be far but the
area's hot and there's a dead body
in the car I should get rid of.

- At least the deadline means
we know the timing of the bombs.
- The next one's due at 7.30. Thanks.

- Sorry, Level One clearance only.
- What? Written communication must
go through Adam first. Harry says.

PHONE RINGS
Hello?

.Yeah, thanks.

OK, Carl Mortimer's widow
has just left the morgue.

Do I have clearance
to go and talk to her?

TANNOY:
This is a security announcement.

Please do not leave luggage unattended.

Oh, my feet. I know, it's been so
busy this morning. We ain't stopped.

Thank you very much.

I'm so sorry about your
terrible loss, Mrs Mortimer.

I don't understand.

No, no, I know. That's why I'm here.

To talk things through with you.

Who are you?

We believe your husband may have
been involved in something criminal.

Carl? No.

No way. The only thing Carl
was interested in was rugby

and younger women.

Younger women?
Was he having an affair?

I really don't want
to talk about it.

No, no, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I understand.
I know it's very painful.

All those. . .sordid images.

Has it happened to you?

Oh, my husband
he doesn't even know I know.

I used to say if it was living
he'd have a go at it.

Now, I think he'd consider a pulse
an optional extra.

Get her to hurry up!
We need a gear change, Capulet.

Why do they do it?
I keep myself fit,

keep into shape,

I cook his favourite food,

I watch the rugby with him.

And when he wakes me up at night
and says he can't sleep

I say, "There, there".

And for what?

So that he can take some sl*t

to the same hotel

that we stayed in
after we were married.

The same hotel? That's terrible.

Didn't even bother
to lose the receipts.

No hotel payments on the credit
card so get the name of the
hotel from her. Do you. . .

Do you still have those receipts?

Why? Well, the suspicion
is that your husband was
involved in drug trafficking.

No. No, way. I mean
my husband would go crazy on an
extra spoonful of instant coffee. . .

Drugs! No, but the receipt might
help us rule that out as a theory.

If you knew he was meeting. . .
The sl*t?

Yeah, it would help.

OK.

Great - the Marceline Hotel,
Belgravia.

Get a date. Tuesday of last week.

Send the police to the Marceline
Hotel in Belgravia. We need all
the CCTV footage from last Tuesday.

We've crossmatched the face to a
French citizen, one Jeanette Sechard.

The Americans have a file on her.
Wealthy family,
extremely clever, talented cellist.

She had a scholarship to study in
the States where she became
involved with Shining Dawn.

Used the alias Delphine Lapin
over there. Carl Mortimer told us
he knew her as Delphine.

So, if we can cross-match
an address then that
little rabbit will be snared.

Munro would never have authorised
a hit on me.

Just tell me where you met Munro.
I'm not going to ask you to
explain your theoretical debates.

Well, that's probably for the best.

Look at me.

I am the son of a great man.

A goddess was my mother.

I don't understand.
Is that from something Greek?

Yes, the author was
from around those parts.

"Yet death and inexorable destiny
are waiting for me".

Will you please just tell me
where you met Michael Munro?

Perhaps I was giving you
a little clue to the address.

Well, having read Classics
only a few miles from here

I'm actually on nodding terms
with Homer, Professor Curtis.

Colin, check out
all London addresses
with Achilles in the street name.

Chuang Tzu! What?

The oriental mystic
after whom you named your cat.
But you don't appear to know. . .

I was at a funeral this morning
of a m*rder*d colleague.

I couldn't say goodbye to him 'cos
of them. The other man in the car?

His wife's expecting their baby.
He blushed when he talked about it.
I don't support violence!

No, you glorify the "heroes"
who blow up teenagers.

Your intellectual pessimism is
nothing more than vicious snobbery.

Hey, you were just acting
the dumb desk clerk!

Don't worry, you won't be the
last person to patronise me.

Got it! 27B Achilles
Avenue, London SE16 2XC.

Drop the bag. We need her alive.

Drop the bag, Jeanette.
I won't let you take me.

Come on,

come on, Jeanette. It's OK.

We know you were only
involved with logistics.

We can help you.

You'll t*rture me.

That's what you do now.

No, it isn't.

We know all about you.

You. . .

You played the cello once, right?

All I know is the Elgar concerto.
I'm afraid I'm a bit Classic FM.

Stay back.

It's OK,

we just want to talk to you.

Do I look like a torturer to you?

Zaf. . .

Give me the g*n.

Life is pointless for me now anyway.
Life is never pointless.

She's dead. There's no weapon.
She knew we'd have to sh**t.

No SIM card. Check the building
and the area beneath the windows.
It can't have gone far.

The death toll must
be as high as possible.

The more painful their losses
the more likely their capitulation.

Somebody bloody warned her.
I don't care what Harry says,
we have to find the mole.

We've got the SIM card.
And the location of the next b*mb.

It's in a mainline station.

What else? Several earlier calls
to National Rail Enquiries.

They were all about arrivals.
They want maximum casualties.

She was checking to see if
the trains will be unloading
passengers when the b*mb goes off.

TANNOY: This is a security alert.

We are closing the station.

Would all passengers
please leave in an orderly fashion
by the nearest exit.

They've got to get everyone out.
Are you OK? I can't find my mum.

Well, don't panic. what does she
look like? Is she over there?

No, I can't see her. Well, come
this way. I'll find her, OK?

Terminate the trains at Reading
and Ealing Broadway. Hold the rest.

Anything already too close,
get the passengers onto the track
and walking away from the station.

Speed it up, this is no hoax.

What the hell is going on?
Why aren't they evacuating?

A Shining Dawn warning's
been called in. There's a b*mb
outside the station.

It's a decoy,
Shining Dawn don't give warnings.
Where are we supposed to go?

There's a b*mb outside in the van.
I thought the b*mb was in
the coffee shop? !

Police are stopping people leaving.
They're sending them back in.

They're trying to cause confusion
so that we direct people
straight back into the blast.

Countermand the order to push
people back into the station.
Get everybody out.

Anything out of the ordinary
at the station? Maintenance work
to the roof this afternoon!

The roof! The b*mb's in the roof.
Get the disposal team into the roof.

We've identified two devices, one
in the roof and one at ground level.

They may well be linked,
which is a major problem for us.

Hurry those people along!

Will you move those police
out of the way, they're
making this ten times worse!

There's still people in the station.

The roof's gonna come down on
them in five and a half minutes.

Timer is booby-trapped
at ground level.

No time to tread carefully.

Either we cut the wires
or the roof is coming in.

We're getting the operative
into the roof space. Do you copy?

Affirmative.

The cut must be simultaneous.

Wait for my count from three
until the command to cut.

OK, in position.

Three, two, one,

cut!

Cut successful, we're clear.

Well done, everybody.
Our next ten hours starts from now.

Remember the old saying -

they have to be lucky ALL the time.

We need to call in
another communique.

Which college did you attend?

Corpus Christi.

Hum, I should have guessed. . .

you look like a classicist.

I won't take that as a compliment.

What was the funeral you
mentioned this morning?
I don't want to talk about it.

Munro told me he drew inspiration
from the Chechens.

They had stopped fearing death.

And?

Schools, theatres,

tower blocks.

All possible targets,
I would imagine.

Come on, this is Round Two.

Where's your fighting spirit gone?

Tell me about the
funeral this morning.

Codeword Unicorn, communique number
two from the Shining Dawn Group.

Your good fortune with the b*mb
at the station only
renews our determination.

The next b*mb is scheduled
for 5.30 tomorrow morning.

Release Michael Munro or the nation
will once again wake up to carnage.

Wondered when you
might like a little chat.

Yeah, it's been a long time.

Operation Omega,
different era when we had to worry
about the communist threat.

Battle-lines were clearer.

The principle of Omega.

What about it? Stage t*rror1st
provocations in Europe, which would
justify a government crackdown.

Well, I think we did rather well.
Don't tell me that you didn't have

fun in Paris, when you weren't
worried about your wife finding out.

Why are you here, Juliet?
What do you want?

Well, now, that's what
I wanted to talk to you about.

I'm in line for the job of
National Security Coordinator.
Over my dead body.

And I thought this would
be a great opportunity

to show that I still had what it
takes at an operational level.

Though I'm tired of taking orders
from Adam Carter.
He's the best there is.

He's all right in a One Man
And His Dog sort of way.

Usually gets the sheep
doing what you want.

It's a pity the old shepherd's
looking a bit tired. Been losing
too many members of your flock.

Don't push your luck, Juliet.

Hah, you used to be really good,
I'll give you that. I was, too.

But I lacked something that you had.

Integrity? No, I was thinking more
of the XY chromosome combination.

Ah, those old chestnuts.

You will recommend me for the post
when they consult you?

Of course I will. And have my
clearance restrictions removed

so I'll have the same authorities as
Adam Carter? Consider it done. Good.

Anything else before I
call Security and have you
escorted from the building?

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

Oh, love, love,
careless love, Harry.

Makes you say things you shouldn't.

Delphine's dead.

Our friend on the inside
wants us to take revenge
on the person responsible.

We don't have time.

We'll get our revenge
tomorrow morning.

Except this is
one of their very best people,
so removing him would help us.

You two will carry that out.

Lydia, move somebody
across to replace Delphine.

She's a significant loss.
Replaceable though.

I meant. . . We must always have
a higher pain threshold than them.

I've got to give Juliet
Level One Clearance on The Grid.

What? Or in her eyes at least. Why?

It's a long story. You remember
the Russian w*r strategy?

Dismantle your factories, retreat
to the Urals and wait for the winter?

I'm going to talk to the Home
Secretary. I don't understand. Well,
you will, later. Trust me, Adam.

Wes wants to say goodnight.
Got time?

Yeah, yeah, yeah - put him on.

We saw some swans. Did you?

On the lake. Some boys were
throwing things at them and
Mummy told them off. I bet she did.

There were two of them.

What, boys or swans?

Swans.
Well, that's what they're like.

See, when one swan meets another
one, they decide to hang out.

They, er, they glide around together
for the rest of their lives. Why?

They're happy that way.

Are you going to come tonight?

No, I can't tonight,
mate, I'm working.

Listen, sleep well.

Put on your mum on. Bye-bye.

Bye.

I love you.

You, too.

The Level One clearance files
you requested.

Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.

Early in the morning,

most people won't
have left for work.

Now let's make it difficult
for them even if they find it.

They've pinpointed the member of
the team they think planted
the b*mb. Face recognition?

No, they bumped into a waitress
in the coffee shop.

If she can give us a face, then
we're much closer to our b*mber.

He's English, so he has to be on
file. Find out where our waitress
lives, and I'll pay her a visit.

Not there? No. No-one in.

So what now? We find her.

OK. Had a snoop around and
listened to the answer machine.

She's meeting a mate called Holly
and they're going to a party,
somewhere on the estate.

PHONE RINGS

Go on.

All right, send it through.

Special Branch had a tip-off
about some unusual deliveries.

I'm going to check it out,
you get the girl.

Yeah, or I could do the warehouse.
No, I'm doing it.

Adam, look, you really need
to stop trying to hold my hand.

Take the car
and get the girl back to base.

Well, how you gonna get there?
There's a cab office
on the main road.

I'll ask backup to come and
collect me later. All right.
I'll text you the address.

Oh, and, er, watch the accelerator
because it's got a 280-brake
horsepower twin turbo. Enjoy.

Right.

LOUD HIP-HOP MUSIC

She's over there.

Natasha Scott?
Ooh, who wants to know?

I'm a special investigations
officer working for the government.

Oh, yeah?
And I'm the president of Bolivia.

HER FRIEND LAUGHS

I'm afraid you'll have to come with
me. Are you going to subject us to
an intensive debriefing, officer?

It's about the incident at the
train station earlier today.

So how did
you know where to find me?

Not that difficult.
They put brains as well as charm
on the job description.

Yeah, so you still managed to fool
them at the job interview, right?

How much have you had to drink?
Just one or two.

Maybe three.

Pills? Coke?

Sure? Yeah.

I'm not bothered, it's just that
we need an image of our suspect
and not a giant smiley face.

Yeah, well, I haven't. Good.

Oh! Cool car.
Yeah, its owner thinks so, too.

Don't you? It'll really make you
stand out in a crowd.

Which some might consider
a drawback in our line of work.

So what kind of coppers
are you again?

Special ones. Where are we going?

A place called Thames House.

Why, what's there?

Some people.

They'll help you remember the
face of the man you talked to
at the station today.

PHONE RINGS

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

This place is enormous. You all
right there until I've dropped
her off, and then I'll join you?

PHONE BEEPS
Zaf? Damn!

[Adam? Adam!]

sh*t!

It's not here.

PHONE RINGS

Now it's gone to voicemail.

What are we doing now?
Picking up my colleague.

How long are we gonna be?
As long as it takes.

What's that? Tricks of the trade.

Stay in the car. No way.
I'm just going to find out
what my colleague's up to.

I'm not staying here.

Another top night out[!]

Sit your butt down now!

You're a dead man, Adam Carter.

Do I look like my name's
Adam Carter to you?

So where's Carter? I don't know.
I've never heard of him.

I was just looking around for stuff,
that's all.

If he's just a thief
let's k*ll him now.

If you're not Adam, who are you?

You talk for us.

ZAF GRUNTS IN PAIN

Come on, tell me how you got here!

You want us to send pieces of you
back to Adam? You want that?

Oh, there you are!
[I asked you to stay in the car!]

Yeah, because it's really nice
me on my own. . . Be quiet!

What kind of stuff? Look,
somewhere another b*mb is hidden
which will k*ll a lot of people

and I should be dealing with it.

But they're about to
sh**t my colleague
and we have to do something.

Are you serious? Yes.

Oh. You're my hero, really,

but I'm getting the f*ck
out of here. I'm not going!

Ssh!

What's the story?

Who are you? Who the hell are you?

I'm gonna put a b*llet in your head.
All right, all right.

This won't happen again.

I won't let this happen again.

Listen to me - this is important.

I'll tell you who I am.

Talk.

Just tell us who and where and
we might be able to cut you a deal.

Better than the deal I already have?

Where's the b*mb?

So they'll go on planting bombs
unless you release him? Right.

You chose this job, you chose!

I just went to work yesterday
and got caught up in all of this.

This isn't fair. . . Aaargh!
What happened this morning,

that's going to happen again
unless we stop it.