06x07 - The Broadcast

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We can't trust her, Adam.

Harry's told us we've got
to treat her like a mole.

You seduced her, we used her.

You fired a shot to make Adam
believe that Anna was dead.

It sounds like
a pretty solid plan to me.

g*n FIRES

This morning, a man whose life
we saved, assured me Iran was
years from full nuclear capability.

Turns out it's more like hours.

If Iran goes nuclear,
Israel will escalate the stand-off

and America will be forced
into a pre-emptive strike.

Once in Iranian hands,
the blueprints can be

translated into the technical coding
for a nuclear trigger,
and Iran becomes a nuclear power.

That man has a trigger for
a nuclear warhead in his bag!

Stop!

In the past few hours,
hopes have been renewed

for a lasting peace
in the Persian Gulf

after a binding trade agreement
between the United States and Iran.

The BBC has learned that the ink
has been put to paper

on a new bilateral agreement.
Signifying the confidence
of all three governments,

tonight's special broadcast of
Ask The Question will give a studio
audience the chance to interrogate

the panel, and gauge whether
this deal ushers in a new dawn
in Western-Iranian relations.

Steven Wright. A press release
just issued by the government
states that Iran and the US

have been working towards this deal
behind the scenes under
British Government stewardship.

'Recent reports that Iran had been
developing biological weapons

'meant moves towards
strong diplomatic relations

'in the shape of
the Regional Charter for Stability
had stumbled...'

What time does the plane leave?
The transit team are arriving
straight after the transmission.

I hear Vancouver's
pretty this time of year.

'..London and Washington
are all seeking a new agreement
on peace in the region.

'Tonight's broadcast...'

MACHINE BEEPS

I've got a phone in this pocket,
is that all right?

'..to debate the qualification
of this agreement

'which has been heralded
as a diplomatic triumph
for the Government,

'in particular for
the Foreign Secretary
Ruth Chambers.'

Afternoon, Julia.

'Where've you been?'

I got a lead from an asset.
Red herring. Are we on schedule?

Here comes our hack.

'Late, of course.' Yeah.

So long as he writes the story.

I thought
you were writing it for him.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

'Can we just check
the panel's microphones?

'Check done. John, camera two.

'Philip, camera one. Hurry, please.'

Welcome everyone, and thank you
for coming at such short notice.

Could those of you asking questions
please raise your hand?

Thank you very much.

Three minutes.
I'm bringing in the guests.

Will you give our guests
for this evening a very warm welcome,
ladies and gentlemen.

'Wide shot on the panel, please.
Let me just see the panellists
in singles.'

How is Bakhshi looking?

For someone announcing the most
important political agreement

of the decade,
pretty chilled.

He'd better play ball.

OK, everyone. Ten seconds.

That's five, four, three...

'Roll VT.'

THEME MUSIC PLAYS

'Good evening,
and welcome to a unique
International Ask The Question.

'In 1863,
Abraham Lincoln wrote,

'"Peace does not appear
so distant as it did.

'"I hope it will come soon,
and come to stay...'

"and so come as to be worth
the keeping in all future time."

In the last six months, I doubt
many of us thought that peace
between Iran and the West was close.

Something's up with Kaplan.
What is it?

Tonight, things are about to change.

Beside me are three people

instrumental
in developing this agreement.

The British Foreign Secretary,
Ruth Chambers.

APPLAUSE

Harry.

Check out seat B3.

Special aide to the Ambassador
of the United States of America,
Robert Hogan...

I'm checking the list.

Caroline Bell.

Office manager from Crawley,
no political history.

And the Iranian special consul,
Dariesh Bakhshi.

APPLAUSE

This evening, an audience selected
by the BBC and drawn from voters...
Seat C, 10.

..have a unique opportunity
to ask the question to our guests,

'"Is this agreement the start
of a new era of collaboration'

"between the Islamic
and the western worlds?"

Robert Styles from Birmingham.
No connection to the first woman.

Now I'm going to hand you over
to the panel. Foreign Secretary.

Thank you.
As British Foreign Secretary...

A7.

Jason Trinder from Glasgow.

No connection with the other two.

What the hell's Kaplan playing at?

This has been
a sensitive process....

There must be a connection.

..despite our differences...

Malcolm, face-match them
with our records.

..ensuring lasting peace
between our countries.

Thank you, Mr Hogan.

Let's have the first question,
please. Jason Trinder from Glasgow.

Does Iran have a nuclear b*mb?

Harry, something's not right here.

Harry.
That man's not who he says he is.

PANICKED SCREAMS

Don't move! Do not cut transmission!

Stay on air!
Stay on air!

Please!

Answer the question!
Does Iran have a nuclear b*mb?

Do not cut transmission!

If you cut transmission,
I will sh**t her.

You look pale and interesting.

I've just left
an all-night session at the JIC.

And? The decision was unanimous.

The triggers were successfully
smuggled to Iran yesterday.

Somewhere in the middle
of the Persian desert,

a scientist is connecting them
to nuclear missiles.

For decades we've had the ultimate
deterrent. Now they have it too.

When Israel finds out,
they won't see it as a deterrent
so much as a declaration of w*r.

Which is exactly
why Israel must not find out.

Are you suggesting
I lie to my closest ally?

Second closest ally. And that's
exactly what I am suggesting.

The time for aggression
is over, Bob.

We have to move to appeasement.

How the hell do we do that?

Oh, come on.

You're in early.

Yesterday I gave Iran the power
to destroy the planet. So, for some
reason, I found sleep a stranger.

And then just when I thought
things couldn't get any worse,
we ran out of coffee filters.

I managed to find some
blotting paper in Connie's desk.

Where's Harry?
He's with Hogan, trying to find
a way from stopping Iran

telling the world
about their new toy.

They wouldn't survive the day.
They need to do a deal.

Let's hope they realise that.

Dariush Bakhshi at the helm,
I somewhat doubt it.

Is that a slight bitterness
at being stitched up by his wife?
Thanks for reminding me.

So your taste in women hasn't always
been impeccable. I don't know.

I've had my moments.

Glad to see I'm not the only one
losing sleep. How are we?

Fine. Just don't ask for coffee.

How was Hogan?

We think we have something
to offer Iran.

I need to speak to Bakhshi,
off the record. Arrange it for me.

He's coming towards you now.

Got him.

Oh.

Look at the memorial. Lose
the muscle. We need to talk alone.

Thanks.

Apologies for disturbing your run,
Special Consul.

You try anything foolish with me,
and the consequences will be severe.

Actually we have a deal
to offer you.

Why can't it wait
until working hours?

Because, by then,
you might already have several
Israeli cruise missiles

exploding
in the heart of Tehran.

You don't want that. We made them.

That would be
a grave mistake of Israel.

As it would be for your government
to issue any press release
about your nuclear capability.

The people who need to know, know.

So when do our presidents meet?

You know it can't work like that.

Ashamed to be seen talking to us?

I've spoken to a couple
of friends in Washington.

My president wants a way out
of this, but it has to be

without 90% of his administration
knowing what's going on.

There are people in the Pentagon
who, if they found out

what you've now got,
would press the red button
without a second thought.

We have to work behind the scenes.

So, what are you offering?

The PM and the President
are willing to propose
a full retreat from your waters,

and a cessation of
military operations against you.

We'll also make Iran a primary trade
partner and restore full diplomatic
relations with immediate effect.

And what do you want from us?

To denounce Hezbollah
and the insurgents within Iraq.

And to keep your nuclear capability
quiet.

Brave new world, Dariush.

The creation of
a peace process so real

that Israel and the warlords would
have no option but to play ball.

They'd be international pariahs
if they didn't.

And no-one will even ask
about nuclear weapons.

No-one will believe it.
We say we've been working
on a deal for six months,

so sensitive that only
the top level of governments
on both sides knew anything about it

We make it real by making it public.

But we need to make it public fast.

And how do you propose
on doing that?

Television.

Is he biting?

They're still talking.

Do we trust him to deliver?

Well, there's every chance
some Iranian hardliner's

going to want to boast about
their nuclear capacity today,
so we don't have much choice.

Unless you were planning
on a one-man mission
to Tehran by tea-time?

Don't put it past me.

We put out a one-hour
BBC special tonight

announcing the seeds of a unique
peace agreement, and a possible
process for the signing of the deal.

Who's on the programme?

A high-level American government
official, a senior British
Cabinet minister...

And?

And you.

Whatever has passed between us,
Dariush, none of us want to go down

in history
as men who caused world w*r.

You're holding all the aces.

The question is,
how are you gonna play it?

Put the g*ns down!

Please, don't sh**t her.
Shut up! Hands on heads!

Do not cut transmission or we sh**t!

THEY SPEAK IN DIFFERENT LANGUAGES

'We're hearing reports of an armed
siege right here at the BBC.

'In the studio for Ask The Question,
two men and a woman,

'all armed with hand g*ns...'

VOICE ON WALKIE-TALKIE:
'Hold your positions.'

Keep filming!
Point the camera towards me!

I want the bodyguards to leave!
Leave, or I pull the trigger!

We have to send the bodyguards out.

I will not give in
to t*rror1st intimidation!

I will not see a member
of the British public
k*lled for my sake!

Adam, if that lunatic kills a woman
on live TV, it will destroy
the entire agreement.

You have to get Bakhshi
to calm down.

'I order my detail to leave.'

Who are they?
Why are they doing this?

I'll order my men to leave
if you let some of these people go.

You don't need them all.

You're not the one in charge here!

Nonetheless, that is my offer.

This section only, stand!
Hands on heads! To the door, go!

Hands on heads. Out the door, go!

Keep your hands on your heads.
Go! Move!

Can you let that woman go, please,
she's old? Shut up and get out!

That's pathetic.

For that, you can replace her.

Keep moving, come on, quickly.

Come on! Move!

Now get your men out of here!

And yours too!

Please, Special Consul.

No. I'll give you three seconds,
and then she dies. No!

Three! Two!

Adam, stop him!
Please. Don't sh**t her.

Now! Or they both die!

WOMAN SOBS

All right.

And you! Tell them to lock the door!
Lock the door, please.

HEAVY DOOR ENGAGES

Now we can begin.

Connie, the BBC website's
close to collapsing.

Sit on your seats.

Quickly!

Cameras on me.

Read this.

Camera on him.

"Tonight's Ask The Question
tackles the question of whether

"Islamic power is
taking over the planet,

"and to what extent
western governments are
timidly letting it happen.

"It also asks what lies
behind today's apparently
historic agreement.

"Is there more than meets the eye?"

Ask him the first question.

"Special Consul Bakhshi,
how far progressed

"is Iran's
uranium enrichment programme?"

Camera on him. And tell the truth.

We have begun
a uranium enrichment programme.

And have you completed it? Enough
to run a nuclear power station, yes.

And enough to power
a nuclear m*ssile?

To power a nuclear m*ssile requires
an infinitely more refined uranium.

And do you have that?
No. Next question.

The Director-General of the BBC
has agreed to the transmission.

Apparently keen
to "sex-up a tired format".

The PM wants the Foreign Secretary
to represent Britain.

I'm briefing her at midday.
And the Americans?

Bob Hogan's sending the only person
in the world he really trusts.
Himself. Any news on Bakhshi?

We've heard nothing. It's been
nearly three hours, you know.

Yes, thanks to the excellence
of my grammar school education,
I am able to tell the time myself.

We'll go ahead as if he's agreed.

Connie, we need to vet
a small studio audience.
No political affiliations.



Shia or Sunni Muslim?
Pacifist Sunni poets, preferably.

The politicians will have
their own bodyguards.

Ros and I will be in the audience.
Hopefully my presence will encourage
Bakhshi to stick to the script.

I want complete control.
I want you to be able to cut
the studio feed from here.

BBC will love that.
Don't tell them.

What about press? I'm meeting
with Ben Kaplan in one hour.

Let's keep this to ourselves.
I don't want anyone outside these
four walls to know what's going on.

Well, that was a text
I didn't expect.

Is it business or pleasure?
The answer's right behind you.

Morning.

SHE VOMITS

You're asking me to take part
in a piece of shameless
government propaganda.

I'm offering you the inside story
of the year, mate. Why me?

I need some honest reporting
untinged by modern cynicism.

You need a pro-Iranian piece
to please the mullahs.

We want them to get
the credit they deserve.

I'm disgusted
by this attempt to compromise
my journalistic integrity.

You'll find a way to live with it.

I want something in return.

What's this? Just something I've
been working on. Why? D'you know her

No, but I can ask around.

You said no, I suppose?

Very funny.

What you doing after?
Post-op debrief.

And after that?

Thank you.

My government is ready
to listen to your proposal.

There is, however, a condition.

There are currently, as you know,
six permanent members of
the United Nations Security Council.

We would like there to be a seventh.

You got to be kidding me.

You seriously think
I'd get that through?

It is a necessary sign of faith
in us. It is impossible!

It's cloud-cuckoo-land!

Bob. Forget it, Harry.

We're wasting our time here.

This broadcast is not gonna happen.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

'Where do you want to meet?'

For one so concerned about
our association, you're increasingly
lax in your methods of contact.

I don't have time for protocol.

Thanks to you,
Iran's now fully nuclear.

Thanks to us? Don't belittle
your own role in the success.

It'll only be a success if
the endgame's played out correctly.

Is that why you're here?

The US is offering
an olive branch.

They know what they're dealing with
and they're scared.

They'll offer Iran a place
at the top table
if they keep their mouths shut.

America has returned
to the negotiating table?

It's not a negotiation now,
it's a direct deal. They've
capitulated, just as Yalta wanted.

So we just need Tehran to accept
the offer? Which may not be easy.

Bakhshi's asking for too much.

Then use what else you have on him.

Isn't there a reason he might
play ball, sitting in a safe house
somewhere in London right now?

Ros. Do you recognise her?

No. Why?

It's just something
that Kaplan's working on.

I'll give it to Connie. She can run
it through the system. OK. Ros.

How long
are you going to keep me here?

I want to talk to my family.

Answer me.

Answer me!

Have you thought about
what to do with Ana?

Leaving it until after I've
averted global catastrophe. Why?

I thought we could k*ll
two birds with one stone.

Encourage Bakhshi to play ball.

Deal with the Ana problem forever.

Offer her as a reward?

Give her a new life,
far away from here
which only Bakhshi would know about.

Tehran and Adam
would think she was dead.

She stays safe and
in Bakhshi's reach.

Could just be the carrot we need.

You enjoy casting yourself
in the role of victim, don't you?

You do realise you could get


Do you think I wanted to k*ll Adam?

I have no idea what you wanted.
My husband is a jealous man.

He lost his mind when
he found out about us.

He threatened to expose me and
hand me over to Iranian intelligence

Do you know what they do
to adulteresses in Tehran?

To Western wh*res?

And that was justification
to poison your lover?

What do you care about it anyway?

Or maybe you're jealous too?

Can I get you anything?

Yes...

but you have to go out.

You're kidding.

Special Consul,
we have to find a way round this.

Mr Pearce,
please don't waste my time.

I have already told you my terms.

What if I were to make you
another offer? What?

There's a plane leaving tonight
for Vancouver. Your wife could be
on it with a new identity.

And later, in a different world,
in a more peaceful world,

who knows?
You could even be with her.

I can make that happen
with one phone call.

But only if tonight's
television programme goes ahead.

Only if you make that happen.

Do another test.

It's not wrong.

I know.

Do you know whose it is?

My husband's.

He wants a child so much.

Let's keep it to ourselves...

MOBILE RINGS
..until everything is sorted out.
OK?

Harry?

Vancouver. Tonight.

What is it?

You ever been to Canada?

Ana's flight to Canada.
It leaves at what time?

Assuming the broadcast goes ahead,
ten o'clock.

And you will keep
Adam Carter out of the way?

He'll be with you in the studio.
I'm sure you'll enjoy his company.

If Tehran knows she's alive
and in your hands...?

Only a handful of people in my unit
have any idea of her whereabouts.

Even Adam thinks she's dead.

Please, Harry.
Make sure she gets that plane.

Bakhshi has agreed.

We have a green light.
Issue the press release.

This is the BBC's list of audience,
we've vetted all of them.

I've created legends.
Adam, you're Stephen Wright,
ex-soldier. Lifelong Tory voter.

Where's Ros? I've no idea.

Who can I tell? No-one.

My mother? My sister?

Think of the benefits. A new life.

A new start. And with a chance
that one day your husband
can come back to you and your child.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Where are you going?
To make sure your husband
keeps his side of the bargain.

Good luck.

I'm on my way.

'She's ready to go.'

No hitches?

She's pregnant. Good God.

Adam must not find out. Let's
get her out of there, and quickly.

Yep.

I'm here to make sure the transit
happens smoothly. Have you packed?

Not exactly the luggage
of a diplomat's wife.

'A studio audience the chance
to interrogate the panel,

'and gauge whether this deal
ushers in a new dawn
in Western-Iranian relations...'

What time does the plane leave?

The transit team are arriving
straight after the transmission.

I hear Vancouver is pretty
this time of year.

Next question.

"Foreign Secretary...

"How long have the talks
with Iran been going on?"

Just over six months.

Is that right?

Think very carefully. Yes.

And you were at those talks,
were you?

'Some of them, yes.
And where were they?

'Mostly in the Balearic Islands
but also here in London.'

Harry, he knows something.

Next question. "Mr Hogan...

"What has America agreed to?"

In principle,
the US is prepared to offer Iran
a withdrawal from the Gulf region.

That is correct. I didn't ask you!

Why has America suddenly agreed
to make peace with Iran?

The United States has always
wanted peace in the region.

The Iranians are now able
to give us the assurances we need
concerning terrorism, Hezbollah...

You're lying!
Tell them the real reason.

Why are they doing deals with you?
How far down the uranium
enrichment process are you?

As I said, we have an extended
uranium-enrichment programme.

And what does a b*mb with
sufficiently enriched uranium require
for it to be detonated?

I don't understand the question.
What else do you need
apart from uranium?

I am not a scientist.

You need triggers, don't you?

Maybe, yes.

And do you have those?

He knows. Cut transmission.

If you cut transmission,
he'll k*ll someone.

We'll have British blood
on our hands.

'Harry, cut transmission!

'What happened two days ago?'

What's going on?
They've cut the broadcast.

Why are the great superpowers
of the world

bowing to your every whim? Why?

MOBILE RINGS

What?

They've cut the feed! Call them
and tell them to put it back on.

One minute, or I k*ll someone.

I don't have a phone.

He could use mine.

Hello.

This is MI5.
Please talk to me

'as though I were
Head of Technical Services.'

They want the feed restored.

You have one minute
or they say they'll k*ll someone.

Tell them we're working on it
but we need longer.

They say they need longer.

What did you mean, they lied to us?

Quiet!

He received a call.
Someone told him the feed was cut.

They've got somebody
on the outside. Find who.

They came in under false names.
Their real names are Paul Mills,
Sharon Carson and Carl Reid.

They were members of the BNP,
but left to form a splinter group,
Whites Against Islam.

Their false identities
were given complete security
clearance by our services. Meaning?

Well, someone from the security
services must have helped them.

Do you recognise her?

SHE WHISPERS:
Harry. The security on the door.

I recognised him from somewhere.

Who was talking?

Was somebody on the phone?

Search them! Everybody stand!

Take out your phones!

I have security on CCTV.

I know him,
his name's John Richardson.

MI5. Unit Vectra. He's one of us.

What's he doing with BBC security?!

Tracking him on all available CCTV.

I'm bringing up his file.

What's in that pocket?
Empty your pockets!

All phones in the bags.

Empty them.

Take the veil off.

Please.

- You've got no right...!
- Quiet.

I said take it off!

Give me that phone,
it must go in the bag.

Put all your phones in the bag now.
Everyone back in their seats.

I've lost contact with Adam and Ros.
The cameramen and
the director's gallery?

Closed circuit,
we weren't anticipating this.

MOBILE PHONE BLEEPS

Oh, my God. What?

What?

What?! It's OK.

'Jo?' Harry. Kaplan just texted.

'He's still in the studio.'
Ask if Adam knows he's there.

Doing it now.

What's going on? It's OK.

Call them. Tell them
they've got one more minute.

PHONE RINGS

'You have one more minute.'
You need to delay.

Would you please tell us
what all this is about?

Yesterday, this man smuggled
nuclear triggers out of London.

Iran is now capable of launching
a nuclear attack on the West.

You expect any of us
to believe that?

Well, as a key agent of the CIA, Bob,
I expect you to.

You tried to stop it...
and you failed.

Richardson left Television Centre
and turned up Wood Lane
to a row of terraced houses.

I'm getting the studio recon van
over there now.

Where is he?
In the last three years,
Richardson's been deep undercover.

Doing what? Nothing on file.
No-one's seen him for three years.

How the hell
did he know about tonight?

PHONE RINGS

Jo?

Harry, he's texted back.

'Ros and Adam have no idea
he's in the studio with them.'

Tell him to make contact
with them now.

Think.

Where have you seen
the guy from security before?

I can't remember.

Where is he?

Got him.
He's in a ground floor flat.

Malcolm, we need to restore
the TV feed to that flat only.



We can transmit a direct satellite
signal to the recon van, cable it
to the box outside the flat.

And we can also send a high
frequency satellite signal here
so we can see what's going on.

How long do you need? Two minutes.

He won't give us two minutes.

Time's up.

Is it broadcasting?

OK, call me if that changes.

It's still not on.
They're working on it.

You just flick a switch!
I'll call again!

Please give them more time. ]

No. I'm going to send them a message.

PANICKED CRIES

No, wait!
Get out of my way!

Listen, mate, I'm ex-army.

I know these people are born liars,
but you do that, you lose me and
half the country who agree with you!

Well, then you call them and you tell
them to put that feed right back on!

Hello, this is Stephen Wright.

Hello, Adam. 'He's going to sh**t
a member of the audience.

'A Muslim.' I'm creating
a false feed to his accomplice.

Well, what he's...

Stop pissing us around
and flick the switch.

Flick the switch! Do it now!

Hello. This is
the Head of Technical Services.

I'm afraid when an emergency cut
in transmission occurs, there are

several security procedures
that need to be cleared.
We need a little more time.

Bollocks!
I'm gonna k*ll this man!

Get out of my way, soldier,
or I'll put a b*llet in you too.

Would you do that
to one of your own?

Out of my way!

You've got ten seconds to get
that feed back on.

Ten...nine...eight...seven...

six...five...four...

three...two...one...

We've done it!

I don't believe you.

We have. Connection restored.

MOBILE RINGS

Yeah?

You sure?

Stick that camera on me!
Can you see me now? OK.

Just in time.

Get him in here, now.

Armed police! Don't move!

'Suspect detained and in transit.'

Well, what we know
is three armed people

stormed the studio, seemingly intent
on disrupting the agreement...

Two men and a woman held g*ns
to the heads of the studio audience

and demanded that the transmission
should not be cut.

How long do you think that will take?

Right. Same security guard.

'..or an anti-Islamic group.
The British and American
representatives...'

Find out if they are OK.

Trust us. Do you have any idea
what my husband must have risked
to appear on this programme?

And you can't even
guarantee his safety!

Ana, we're doing the best we can.

Like you always do.

'There are fears
for the safety of the hostages

'but we really don't know

'what's going on
in that studio at the moment.'

'Camera on
the Iranian Special Consul.

'And this time, the truth.'

How developed
is your nuclear programme?

Our programme is fully developed.

Enough for a nuclear weapon?

Yes.

And the triggers?

We smuggled them
out of Britain yesterday.

And that's why the Americans
came to you with this agreement?

Yes.

So, this whole deal has been a sham?

It appears you've achieved what
you wanted. World w*r, probably.

Three years ago you disappeared
off the intelligence radar.

Where have you been?

Come on, John. You've won.

The whole world is watching this.

At least fill me in.

There's a secret organisation
called Yalta.

I've never heard of them.

They've embedded themselves
right across European intelligence.

They want Iran
to be a global nuclear power,

a bulwark against America.

It's liberalism gone crazy.

The kind of insane mindset
that thinks

McDonalds is as great a human rights
violator as Osama Bin Laden.

Three years ago I infiltrated Yalta.

I thought it was a dead lead.
Nothing happening.

But recently they've woken up.

They've got someone on the inside
of the security services
who knows everything you're doing.

They're pushing
this bogus peace deal,

pushing Iran to the top table.

They had to be stopped.

This was the only way.

I don't trust anyone, Pearce.

Not newspaper editors,
not politicians,
not intelligence officials.

You could all be Yalta.

But I do trust Paul Mills
and his crazy r*cist g*ng of th*gs.

I trust the British people. And I
trust what I see with my own eyes.

'He intends this siege to continue.

'This is of course,
now a crisis situation...

'..to see
how the situation will develop...'

What is Yalta?

Answer the question!

Yalta is a secret organisation.

And they've got sources
right inside the British
intelligence services, haven't they?

And high up, from what I understand.

What is all this about?
Keep your mouth shut!

Harry, look at this.

Malcolm, can you zoom in?

LX? Lighting rig?

Are there ladders up
to the lighting rig?

There's a ladder on the east wall.

Text him!

MOBILE VIBRATES

MOBILE BEEPS

What does he say? "I'm a journalist,
not a sodding action hero."

We've got enough of those,
give me that.

What have Yalta helped you do?

Strategic political assistance,
nothing more.

Such as...

helping you threaten to poison
London's water supply?

The truth, Bakhshi.

Yes. You're Islamic t*rrorists.

We are a democratically
elected body!

You intend to bring
sharia law to the west.

The Quran insists upon jihad
against all non-believers.

The Quran was written in
precise time in history
in reaction to terrible oppression.

You intend to take over the planet!

Do you seriously expect us to trust
these lunatics with a nuclear weapon?

We won't stand by and
let you sign away all our power,
all our control to these freaks.

This man is a m*rder*r.
Put the camera on him.

You have admitted to conspiring
to k*ll millions of British people.

Now our Government
may not care about that.

But I do.

I am here on behalf of the British
people to bring you to justice.

What does he mean by that?

Oh, for God's sake.
No, please. Let's talk about this.

The talking is over. This is justice
the only way these people understand.

Please. I am a Sunni Iraqi,
I am no friend of Iran.

But this is crazy what you're doing.
Crazy?

You.

Tell me one thing.
What we've been saying,
does it sound like the truth to you?

You see?

You have no friends here.

So why don't you sit down!

MOBILE BEEPS

Kaplan's on the rig.

Come on, Adam!
What do you want him to do?

If you k*ll him, this makes us
no better than them. Please stop!

I'm just taking a leaf out
of the Al-Quaeda textbook.

He's not even Arab.
He's Iranian for Christ's sake,

what the hell
has he got to do with Al-Quaeda?

'It's all connected.
It is NOT connected!'

He wants you to drop the lights.

It's an auto-drop system.
But I don't know if they're
in the right position.

Text him. Fast!

MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES

METAL CLANGS

What was that?

Let's get on with it.

Please. Don't do this.

On behalf
of the British government...

You're not my government.
Someone stop him!

Why should we stop him?
You've lied to us.

Our government has lied to us.

This man is scum!

Go on.

Roll him over.

Roll him over!
Oh, don't be so stupid!

You can't talk to people like that.

It's disrespectful.
This is meant to be a great country.

Sit down and shut up!

Nobody gives a sh*t!

Sit down! No, wait,
listen, wait, wait, right?

I'm on your side here.

We've been completely set up
by our government.

By you, you. You've treated us
with utter contempt.

That is no excuse
to revert to mob rule.

We fight their wars for them.
We have immigrants taking our jobs.
We have a right to know!

It's time we taught them not
to ignore the British public.

Adam. When can we drop it?

'Special Consul...'

On behalf of the British nation,
I send your government a message

that the period
of appeasement is over.

We also can declare a holy w*r.

Now! Now!

Uhhh!

PANICKED SCREAMS

Ugh!

Oh!

MI5. k*ll him, I k*ll you!

What difference does it make?
Put the g*n down. We can do a deal.

It's too late.

The whole world knows the truth.

I don't think so.

The ratings for the broadcast
weren't quite as high
as you might have hoped.

What do you mean?
We didn't reinstate the feed.

So, whatever you do,
we'll cover it up.

No-one will ever know.

You've lost, Paul.

Then at least he can lose too.

g*n FIRES

It's all right.

g*n FIRES

He's been shot in the stomach.
We don't know if he'll live.

The transit team are on their way.
Don't tell her anything. OK.

My husband?

He's fine. Oh, thank you.

Oh, thank you, thank you!

OK...now the transit team
will be here in 20 minutes. OK.

We're getting no word
at all from police

'or intelligence services
as to when it might end.'

The latest is that the siege
is still continuing.

'We have no word...'

Last year I was doing a story
on racism in south-east London.

I followed Paul Mills and
his mates for eight months.

This one guy...
We should talk about your article.

The moving account of how
white extremists

derailing a peace agreement,
and your own heroic role.

You can't possibly
be expecting me to sit on this story.

Unless you're intent
on unleashing WW3, then yes, I do.

Well, thank you for your advice,

I'll think about it.

It's not advice, Ben.

Come with me.

By the way, here's your photo back.
It drew a blank, I'm afraid.

That's the guy I was talking about.
The friend of Mills.

You know the woman?

Nothing came up. Sorry. Follow me.

Now what's going on? Debriefing.

Good evening.
Good evening, everyone.

I'd like to thank you on behalf
of the British Government

for your bravery
throughout this terrible ordeal.

The world outside does not yet
know that the siege has ended.

And it cannot know until we have
agreed what happened here tonight.

I have a job offer for you.

As of this moment, you are all
invited to become employees of
Her Majesty's Intelligence Service.

You will return to your
normal lives, but will remain
in our employ until the day you die.

You will experience huge pressure
to tell what you know.

But no-one must know
what was said in here tonight.

On the back of the paperwork
there is a copy of
the Official Secrets Act.

No-one leaves until
both the terms of the contract and
the Secrets Act have been agreed to.

We are in no rush.
But there can be no refusals.

We're all spies now.

Andy, I'm just getting unofficial
reports that the siege may be over.

The police are expected
to hold a press conference
within the next few minutes.

I realise things
didn't turn out as planned.

Not exactly. No story,
nothing on the photo, and -

thank you - now I'm a spy.
What photo?

Richardson and one of his contacts.

Can I take a look? Sure.

Do you know her? No.

When I was following Mills and
his clan, they made regular contact
with this thug and he led me to her.

But I can't get a thing on her.

Can I keep this? Yeah.

Thank you.

A g*n to the head
of an Iranian diplomat,
live on British television.

It's being beamed around
the world as we speak.

We'll be lucky to salvage
any kind of peace after this.

How did Mills know
about the broadcast?

John Richardson
infiltrated Yalta three years ago.

How did Yalta know?

Richardson says Yalta
had someone inside MI5.

How is she? How is Ana?

She'll be fine.

Adam.

Before you came to the studio...

where were you?

You lied to me.

You were out of control.

Where is she?
You could not be relied upon.

Where is she?! She's safe.

Safe? Yalta infiltrated
the security services.
How do you know she's safe?

Only myself and key members
of my team have any idea
of her whereabouts.

The security people
have no idea who she is.

Isn't there a reason
he might play ball
in a safe house somewhere in London?

If Tehran want her dead,
they won't be able to find her.
The transit's on its way.

Ana will be out of the country
within the hour, and I forbid
either of you from getting involved.

She's at 26, Fournier Street.
I'm coming with you.

Why does it say
the siege is not over?

It's just protocol.
Don't worry about it.

MOBILE RINGS

Ros?

Is everything OK down there?

'Fine, transit team are on
their way.' We're coming over.

Why? 'Back-up.
Anything strange, call me.'

The car's here.

Perfect.

CAR HORN BEEPS

Have you any idea
what they'll do to her?

A female adulterer
with a western spy?
Maybe they don't know where she is.

They've known everything about us.
So what makes you so sure
they don't know about this?

God, this is just ridiculous!

MOBILE RINGS

Did you cancel the transit team?
No, why? What is it?

Someone called to cancel.
They gave a codename.

Ros! What is it?

MOBILE RINGS

Yeah, the transit team's arrived.
'They cancelled the transit!'

Get her out of there!

Ana, wait!

g*n FIRES

'One of the studio guests,
the Iranian Special Consul
Dariush Bakhshi,

'has been shot
during the siege.

'We understand he's been
taken to hospital where
his condition is stable.

'The effect this may have on
a day when there should have been

'vital diplomatic progress
between the West and Iran,
is anybody's guess.

'And we can now go to a statement
from the Foreign Secretary.

'Tonight's appalling events
must not hold us back

'on the path
to peace in the Middle East.

'Iran, the UK and the US
have been working for months
to create this agreement.

'We will not be put off
by t*rrorists...'

Why didn't you tell me?

We didn't think we could trust you.

You, trust me?

You were in love with her...
I was NOT in love with her!

Don't bullshit me. Look.
She k*lled someone because of me.

I was responsible. Didn't you take
those responsibilities seriously?

Whose idea was it to send her away?

No idea. Harry arranged it
with the Canadians.

Oh, come on, Ros!
I know you too well.

You arranged the whole thing. Why?

OK...

I saw an opportunity
to get Bakhshi onside

and deal with a residual problem.
Is that what she was?

Yeah, that's exactly what she was!

God, she really had you wrapped
round her little finger, didn't she?

With her big, beautiful brown eyes,
like a bloody deer!

I was not in love with her!
I did not leave you for her!

You didn't leave me at all,
this is not about us! Isn't it?

What happened between us
was a stupid mistake!

When I spoke to you about it,
why did I feel I was betraying you?

I did not encourage that.
Are you sure?

You're a spy, you can
deceive yourself just like
you deceive everyone else.

Yeah? And who are you deceiving?

Ros.

Ana was work.

Someone safe.

If we step over the line,

there is nothing to protect us.

I know.

We know too much about each other.
It's not safe.

I know.

In 24 hours,
America will launch

air strikes against
strategic targets inside Iraq.

There's a w*r coming. And
the Americans are trying to k*ll us

before we get
a chance to stop it.

Ros!

If there's any part of
your life that you value,
you have to k*ll that man.

I'm busted wide open, I need you to
pull me out. That won't be possible.

It's more than possible,
it's bloody necessary.

Adam, we've got a very, very,
serious problem. For God's sake!

If you lay a finger on me,
I'll k*ll you.

POLICE SIRENS

I'm sorry about your officer.