06x10 - The School

[bunniefuu]

Aggression is over.
Move to appeasement.

Go home, Dariush.

Negotiate for our two countries
and I'll do everything
I can to protect you.

If Iran wants a peaceful nuclear
programme, we'll give it to them.

The plan is for an integral
fast reactor. Bottom line -

these plants cannot be used
to produce nuclear weapons.

Nobody has an excuse to b*mb Iran,
nobody has an excuse to invade Iran.

We owe you. I'm glad to have made
the world safe once again from
American aggression.

'Iran and Britain...

'have laid a foundation upon which
our two countries and the world,

'can work to build a lasting peace.'

SPEAKS IN ARABIC

Up to 66 people, predominantly
girls under the age of ten,

have been k*lled in an air strike
by Israeli fighter jets

on the Gaza Strip this morning.

Israel expressed
regret for civilian casualties,

but emphasised the targets
of its raid

were planning
attacks on settlements in Israel.

The Iranian government,
claimed to be sponsors of Hamas,

have already condemned
the attack targeting the group.

We heard from the Iranian
Special Consul, Dariush Bakhshi
earlier today.

Look who
has crawled out of the woodwork.
This is an unprecedented atrocity.

A violation of human values,
an as*ault on the most sacred
of principles.

Values and principles
your regime upholds.

A crime against humanity which
does nothing to improve prospects

for peace across the region,

and which will
only strengthen the hand

of the very people
Israel claims to be fighting.

Among the responses to the attack,

the Pentagon stated that
the loss of life in Gaza was tragic,

but that Israel reserves the right
to defend herself against any
t*rror1st attack.

The Israelis didn't intentionally
target the school.

But they were sending
a message to Hamas and its sponsors.

There's going to be consequences.

Don't you wish these people
would stop sending messages?

PHONE RINGS

Yes. 'How are you?'
I saw you on television.

'How did I look?' Like any
diplomat practised in
the art of double standards.

Don't mistake
the depth of my outrage.

This attack will
make hardliners of us all.

Sadly, I think that
may be the intention.

As this is a goodbye more than an
au revoir, I thought I should
warn you

that it may not be Israel
who pays the price for the attack.

Whoever does pay,
will reap a bitter harvest.

Noted. I hope so.

I have happy memories of London.

TRANSLATION:

Just when we've done a deal with
Iran and think we've secured some
sort of peace, then this happens.

We don't know for certain that
we're going to be the
target for a revenge attack.

Bakhshi knows. It was a strange
kind of farewell gift.

We don't know who are our friends
and who are our enemies any longer.

We don't know how or when
we'll be hit, or even who by.

The Americans are angry
with us, the Russians hate us.

Hardliners everywhere have
us in their sights

and now this Gaza atrocity,

has just given everyone the excuse
they need to start all over again.

We'd better take advantage
of the warning we've been given.

Meeting room. ..Not you.

Yeah, yeah, course.

It was definitely a warning.

I'm sure he's doing his best to let
us know we're about to be attacked.

Where? By whom? Excellent questions.

Luckily, he provided us with the
date of the attack and the address
of every member...

I meant - Hamas never operate
outside the occupied territories,

and we've done a deal with Iran.

With the Iranian government.

"Happy memories of London". I'm sure
he's trying to tell me something.

He's right that the attack
has cemented unlikely alliances.

Hardliners in Iran working with
Al Qaeda would have been unthinkable.

So right now, we're the fall guys.

Plenty of enemies
and precious few friends.

Something the matter, Malcolm?

No. That CD case you've been holding
and tapping rather irritatingly...

This? Yes, that. It's Beethoven's
Seventh, A Venezuelan Revolutionary
Youth Orchestra.

Splendid energy, actually.

Put the CD away. No, but... Just put
it away for now. Fine.

PHONE BEEPS

DOOR KNOCKS
Might we have a word? We might.

Is it about Beethoven?
As a matter of fact it is.

This CD was actually sent
to one of our press mailboxes.
Our stringer passed it up.

Would you mind?

MUSIC: "7TH SYMPHONY"
by BEETHOVEN

Well, it's certainly powerful.
Right at the end,

there's a sequence of chords
that weren't written by Beethoven.
Who were they written by?

Somebody from DISIP.

The Venezuelan Secret Service?

What on earth do they want?
The music's a code.

Once I'd tinkered with it,
it revealed a message. Which says?

Which says, "We can help you
prevent the slaughter of innocents."

What slaughter? How?

It doesn't say. As you know,
the Venezuelan President

is due to visit at the invitation
of the Mayor. There's a return
address.

Do you know how they encrypted it?
It wasn't sophisticated.

Then send them Pomp And Circumstance
in return and find out what
they want.

PHONE RINGS
Yes?

Malcolm. Get Adam in here now.

The body was found by some
kids playing football.

The van just drove up,
dumped it and drove away again.

No, I'm on my way there now.

Yeah, he's wrapped in our flag which
could be some kind of message.

This is bandit country after all.

Oh, you poor soul.

PHONE RINGS

Adam. 'Jo, can I come round?'

Sure.

Six have put a call in to Harry.

A body's been found
in Northern Pakistan.

Not so unusual in that
neck of the woods.

A young male. Asian. He'd been badly
tortured and his body was wrapped
in a desecrated Union Flag.

It's our turn to get the message.

We've sent Zaf's dental records
out there and I'm waiting for photos.

It can't be him. It's not possible.

They've got intel from a source among
the local tribesman in the area.

Apparently, Islamic militia have
been claiming to have purchased
a British spy. Purchased?

That's all we know right now.

There are photographs of the corpse?

Yeah. And?

Inconclusive.

The face is apparently...d*sfigured.

There are some
teeth left though so...

I want to see the pictures.
You don't.

I want to see them.

If it turns out to be Zaf
you'll remember those photos
for the rest of your life.

They'll be in the corner of your room
every night before you go to sleep.

Let me deal with this.

You don't want to see them.

Look at that...a college reunion.

How did I get from that to this?

You bumped into me.

I heard about Zaf and I'm sorry.
It wasn't my fault. Yes, it was.

I knew about the mercenaries
that snatched him.

We're aware of that.
But nothing was supposed
to happen to your officer.

Somebody else ordered a k*ll
team to go in and take out
the mercenaries.

What k*ll team? There's a group
who call themselves the Redbacks.

They're operating their own
version of extraordinary rendition.

They torched the mercenaries,
but saw an opportunity with Zaf.

Are you telling me they're
specifically focused on
intelligence officers?

From anywhere in the world.
They take them and first extract
information for a primary client,

who gets to sit in
on the interrogation.

And they're not fussed
who the buyer is

and that group will sell them on

to whoever wants another crack
of the whip. And so on.
Who are they?

All I know is their leader
is a guy named Jerry Townley,
ex-marine corps.

You help me find these people.
And it might begin to make up
for your part in Zaf's death.

I'll contact you in six hours.

SCREAMS OF AGONY

At least the British officer
lasted longer than this guy.

The final outcome is always the same
though - they break, they die.

Elle est jolie, la fille.

When do we take her?

When the time is right.

Buenos dias, senores.

Good day.

My name is Fernando Torres.

I am the Venezuelan Secretary
for Cultural Affairs.

Of course you are.

You said in your message
you thought you could help us.

In preventing a terror attack. How?

We think the Americans plan
to assassinate our President
on your shores.

I consider that
to be a terror attack.

Your expressions say,
"Oh, is that all?"

Well, if your President wants
to prop up the Castro regime

with oil supplies he's got
to expect to take his lumps
from the Yankee devil.

I had a pet monkey like
this one in Venezuela one time.

Plenty of cojones. Afraid of nobody
and nothing.

Very useful. Sadly, he was stabbed
by a wh*re in a bar in Caracus.

An undignified way to go.

Especially when the wh*re
in question was called Juanito

and had a d*ck
the size of a baseball bat.

La vida no vale nada, as they say.

Not an expression we hear very much
around these parts,

but then again, we did have rather
more success in seeing off
the Spanish than you.

How do you think we can help you?

SPEAKS IN SPANISH

Gracias.

This is the service file
of Anibal Rodriguez, an ex-member
of the Venezuelan Secret Service.

He was also known as El Lobo.
The wolf.

He was a trained assassin
and the CIA recruited him,
he is now their agent.

He's here?
Commissioned and ready to go.

Find him and I'll
give you something in return.

Which would be?

Plans are being made to take revenge
for the Gaza atrocity.

Yes, we know that.
On a British school.

A British school?

The clock is ticking
towards your very own Beslan.

Do you have connections?
Las fotografias.

Gracias.

We are an oil-producing country

and a paid-up member
of the rogue nation club.

I sit down with these gentlemen.

We shall consider your proposal.
You give us the assassin,

and I will get you the intelligence
you need to help you save the lives
of your children.

He called me a monkey and questioned
my sexuality. The monkey insult
crossed the line.

If the cousins are going
to use a deniable asset to m*rder

a foreign head of state on
our soil we need to be across that,

whether or not the Venezuelans
can help us.

So find me this Rodriguez.

I'm going to speak to Hogan.

This is the Venezuelan service
file, for the potential assassin.

See if there's
anything in it we can use.

It might be a school. What? We might
be looking at an attack on a school.

I want you to work on any
possible targets.

Schools with children of politicians,
military personnel. What about him?

Not yet. Adam... Not yet.

I know the British sometimes set
too much store by manners,

but I consider a plan to assassinate
a visiting head of state on our soil
to be extremely impertinent.

What can I tell you, Harry,
everybody hates you.

I know the Venezuelan regime
is a thorn in your side, but you
can't do this here.

You did a deal with the Iranians
behind our backs -
made us look stupid.

They're really pissed, Harry.

I have known happier times
in the special relationship.

You'll be pleased to know it's
a decision I've had nothing
to do with.

I'm out of the loop.

Guilt by association, I'm afraid.

Sorry to hear that.
What are you going to do?

Going freelance,
might take a tour of Baghdad while
there's still something left to see.

I hear you've
been talking to Adam.

You know me,
anything I can do to help, I will.

And that includes
finding your assassin.

The education secretary wants
an urgent conversation, he fears
a British Beslan.

A school. A bloody school.

How can people? I suppose they'd
argue we're sampling a bitter
harvest they've already tasted.

We're still chasing shadows.
But we do have a lead, the
Venezuelans are offering help.

At a price. Hogan's just made
it very clear,

we cross
the Americans at our peril.

Then you must decide
if it's worth the price

for saving
the lives of British children.

A British school.
That's all we've got.

There isn't a whisper of it
from our usual sources.

Our thousands of leads
are all dead ends.

Port authority, plus all London
airports and stations are doubling
their security sweeps.

And the JIC are meeting
with the Education Secretary

to discuss the comprehensive
closure of schools.

While they dither... We won't find
the target school like this.

We must find the assassin and get
the Venezuelans acting on our behalf.

Call me old-fashioned, I don't think
it's on for the Americans to k*ll
a foreign head of state here.

A word of caution by the way - that
image of Rodriguez is 20 years old.

What about the rest of his file?
Cigarette burns, coffee stains
all over it.

It's in Spanish. They don't even know
how to use the subjunctive.

When does the Venezuelan President
arrive? Two days.

His code name from
now on will be Pato. Means duck.

He's going to be very high profile,
it'll be tricky. Anything else
to go on?

A Chinese restaurant called
the Fei Meng - known CIA hang-out.

This morning I received an
invitation, supposedly from
the restaurant,

to a lunchtime
buffet for Chinese New Year.

But it isn't Chinese New Year.
Or the Year of the Wolf.

So who was the message from?

Venezuelans probably.
It's in the same style as the CD.

They can't exactly go there,
they'd stand out.

So would any KNOWN British officer.
Maybe...

Not Kaplan. Use him or lose him.

It's a good introduction, he sits
there with a camera and he watches.

Come on, Adam, give him a chance.

She has a point.

He'll make a mistake.
We learn through mistakes. Or die...

There's something about him I like.
You're opposites.

Is that a compliment[?]
We need different types.
He's got brains.

This just gets better[!]
You know what I mean.

His psych appraisal tests were
phenomenal. This kid's razor sharp.

He's not dim. But we've got Malcolm
to do crosswords in Swahili.
He needs training.

Then give him some.

Very bling. Best way to use it,
chin in hand, like so. Or...

You don't have
to point it too directly.

OK, I'll be in the surveillance van.

Malcolm will be monitoring images.
You'll have a female companion.

And when does
she have to be returned?

Sorry?

I said, "When does she have..."
Do you think this is just
a big joke?

I was just...

Yeah, it was just a joke.

Make sure this
is all up and running, Malcolm.

Don't worry, his bark's a...
No, actually that's not true.

He's fine, he just
takes some getting used to.

Chin up.

The Venezuelan President arrived
in London today

for a controversial visit
as the guest of the London Mayor.

He'll be in London for three days,
making a series of high
profile speeches

in which he is expected to launch
a fierce attack on US policy
towards both

his own country
and the Middle East.

'Echo three, there's a tall
bald guy entering now.

'Looks like he could be CIA.'

Good afternoon, sir.
Just get me a beer.

That's got to be a handler.

I've never seen him before, but he's
got CIA written all over him.

Malcolm? Crosschecking.

Ryan Miller.
Better known as Skinny Dog.

Who says the Americans
don't do irony.

Veteran of Honduras and El Salvador.
Sensitive soul then[?]

He's all the credentials
to be Rodriguez's handler.

Don't let him out of your sight until
we've got a fix on Rodriguez.

PHONE BEEPS

What's he up to?

He's gonna leave the restaurant.

Echo three, try and get outside
the restaurant before him.

Excuse me, sir, no smoking.

Not bad. OK, Echo three,
if he leaves, report his direction,
but do not follow him.

Echo three, I said do not follow him.

Echo Three! I said do not... Christ!

Arrgh! Ha ha ha!

If I say stay put, you stay put.
I thought I could get a visual.

Are you listening? There was
a second operative. You got decoyed.

Your mistake doesn't
just affect your security.
I didn't make a mistake.

No, I did. Thinking you were
in any way ready to do something
as simple as follow instructions.

You mess up and we don't
find Rodriguez,

You'll be the one fetching
dead children out of their school.

PHONE RINGS
Harry...I'm coming.

PHONE RINGING
We're ready when you are.

We're just waiting for that
bonus ticket we promised you.

This will rather
change the original estimate.

Excellent.

The autopsy's over. Zaf?

Final cause of death
was some kind of ligature.

God help anyone who falls into
their hands. We need to review
our security.

We've got t*rrorists planning an
attack that might involve children,

the Americans trying to k*ll
the Venezuelan head
of state on our territory.

We must be vigilant, but we cannot
take our eye off the ball.

Then we'd better start thinking more
than one move ahead.

GONG CHIMES

Zaf's body will arrive at Northolt.

His family have requested that
we stay away so we'll respect that.

He was taken by a group
calling itself The Redbacks.

They work by extracting information
for a primary client and then selling
on down the food chain.

Pakistan? We think he was drugged
and taken out of the country.

The question is, what he might
have revealed about us under t*rture.

The autopsy threw up
an interesting detail.

At some point one of his guards
must have given him a soft drink
in a can.

He used the ring pull to scratch
something on his foot.

LV2 something. Some kind of car
registration maybe?

You all right?

Come to read me the lecture
about the greater good? No.

It's pretty convenient
for you though, isn't it?

Lets you just bail out
when the going gets tough

and abandon
your officers to their fate.

I didn't... We left Zaf to die,
in fear and agony.

And you left me on my own.
Remember that?

I've got to go back into the meeting.

Have a drink of water.
Come back when you've calmed down.

LV2, Adam?

My guess would be "Love to".

He knew he was gonna die

and he wanted to send
a last message of love to somebody.

That's what people do.

Gracias.

Is your President comfortable?
Mucho. Trabajo.

I greatly enjoyed the speech
describing his host country
as a tired and impotent lap-dog,

and asking what we've ever
given back to Latin America.

You don't think
that's a fair question?

That's Scottish. Nobody has
a problem with the Celtic race.

Probably because it's a myth -
there's no such thing as a Celt.

Anyway, don't idealise the Scots,
they were the most brutal and
enthusiastic of empire-builders.

Some of them are still at it.

Well? The logistical cell is made
up of the usual home-grown fanatics,

but the attack cell is special
and will come in from France
just before they strike.

What about the school?

We don't know that yet.

But we can continue helping,
if you bring us Rodriguez.

I'm to believe
your leverage is that great?

Venezuelan exports.

Oil, rum, cocaine,
beautiful senoritas.

Even fundamentalists are susceptible
to at least one of those.

So, what have you got for me?

They're here. The Redbacks.

They're here and they're
gonna hit you again.

sh*t.

I cannot tell you how
unwelcome that news is to me.

Malcolm, red flash the entire
section, tell them to go to a Code 9.

Up security is all we can do. I can't
pull any officers off their cases.

Well, at least
you've got a heads up.

Bit of a sweet and sour
mission the other day.

More sour than sweet, right?
I don't know what you mean.

You don't have to tell
me everything, I guess.

What a shame, I was just about to[!]
Ha ha!

We can cooperate though.

Despite my country's attempt to off
rogue foreign leaders on your soil.

And carve up the Middle East
for their own ends.

We can still work together,
despite the crazy politics.

Get me to the Redbacks.
We'll give you the freedom
of Rochdale[!] Just help us out here.

Hello.

What are you doing here?
Can we talk?

Ros once said to me,
if she wanted to be popular
she'd have become a vet.

Yes, that sounds like Ros.

I was meant to go
to a college reunion tonight.

There'll be people
there that became vets.

And you'll envy them? I don't know.

Dance, drink cheap wine.

Probably take a completely
inappropriate man to bed.

A vet maybe.

Do you think a vet would
make a good one-night stand?

Uncharted waters for me, I'm afraid.

Maybe I'll go and see Harry.

"Harry, I know Al Qaeda
are planning on attacking a school

"and the Americans are planning on
k*lling a head of state.

"I was wondering if it would
be OK if I took some time off
to go to a party."

What do you think he'd say?

Oh, I think the vet
might swing it for him.

I know what you're feeling.

And I'm sorry if I sounded callous.

Thank you.

Adam... Sorry.

About the restaurant
and not getting it right.

Lighting a cigarette to get
outside the restaurant was good -
instinctive.

It doesn't excuse your
stupidity in wandering off
against instructions.

The sorry at the beginning of this
conversation? It was for that.

If we don't find Rodriguez we may not
find out about this school in time.

This Pato visit's nearly
over, just one last stop.

Rodriguez is a marksman, it's his
MO and he can sh**t the wings off
a fly...

I get the point.
..If I was gonna take a headshot
from a tall building,

I'd hide out some place with
plenty of Latin American cleaners.

They have the advantage of being
able to access all areas.

And nobody ever notices them.
That's not your worst idea.

Get the rosters
from the cleaning company.

And go through his files again,
see if there's anything we missed.

PHONE RINGS

You're where?

Jo! Come on... Come on...Please!

I can't, I can't, I can't.

It's gonna be so much fun.
I've got so much work to do.

Thanks anyway.

Thanks anyway. Have a good time...
It isn't fair...

Well, then come! I can't. See ya.

You got a minute? This is
Rodriguez's last medical file.

I saw that. A few psoriasis
flare ups, inflamed gall bladder.
Slightly raised blood pressure.

Some allergies to go with
the skin problems.

Leche. That's milk? Yes.
And gato is cats.

He's allergic to milk and cats?

Adam, what do you think,
our Venezuelan's... Not now!

OK...

I can't believe they've taken Jo.
Adam, calm down.

OK, they broke in
through the back.

Everything else was untouched.

We've got hours to find
her otherwise she's lost.

We also have a school under threat,
and some Carlos the Jackal wannabe
on the loose.

Every time, we offer
our people up as a sacrifice.

Well, not this time, Harry.
Not this time!

You don't even know where to start.
Wrong.

We've got Hogan.

He has a link to them.
He can do a deal without them
knowing it's us behind it.

We put a tracker on the money,
we go in,

we take these b*stards out.

Our security's compromised anyway,

but we don't need to make
that argument here. We get Jo back.

No debate.

Nobody knows.

I'll need Malcolm to sort the
trackers. He mustn't know what
it's for.

He must think you're paying
for information about Zaf.

And Adam... You're on your own,
if you take too long I'll haul
you back in.

There's about 50 moggies condensed
into this. Just spray it on.
Your health and safety credentials.

Cleaners have
a break every four hours. What?!
On top of the minimum wage?

Cleaners are also
usually assigned a floor.

If he's after a headshot, we assume
he's on one of the upper levels. OK.

Out! Malcolm I need several things.
I need them very fast.

I need to see you. 'Usual place?'

No, no, you'll have to come here.

Put the call in to your contact.
I'll try and keep the fee down.

We'll get it back anyway.

Call me the minute
you hear something.

Hi. Tom Macavity from
the Health and Safety Executive,

here to talk to your cleaning staff.

I'll need to speak
to your supervisor. Sure.

Oh, and, er, save him some time.

Tell him to bring timesheets
and a duty roster. Yes, sir.

PHONE RINGS

'We've got a meeting with the
Redbacks in one hour.' Right. Where?

'The Venezuelan President's
controversial visit

'comes to an end today with
a banquet hosted by the Mayor.

'At the event he is expected
to renew his attack

'on the British support for American
foreign policy,

'and urge Britain to adopt a more
independent stance in world affairs.

'It will be his last engagement
before flying back to Venezuela
this evening.'

Excuse me... Excuse me...

We're doing Health and Safety
checks on working times
and statutory breaks.

Do you have your national
insurance number?

Como? No te entiendo.

Have you had a break at all
this morning, sir?

Cuatro horas - tea-break?

SHE TRANSLATES IN SPANISH

HE SNEEZES

Bless you.

PHONE RINGS

Yeah...OK.

Good. Good.

What's happening?

He's on his way.
He's bringing her now?

Not sure. Just some insurance.

You've put a tracker
on the money, right? Of course.

She's not in the car.

Give me the tracker.

What? Give me the mobile and the
tracking device that's on the money.

You're working with them?
When you go freelance
it's to the highest bidder.

Nothing personal,
just the marketplace.

The girl was worth something
but much more as bait for you.

So here we are, not just
Adam Carter,

but Adam Carter with
a big briefcase of money,

which will bolster my fee
considerably.

The tracker...

Something's wrong. What? The
tracking device on the briefcase.

If you remove it by twisting
to the right,

it's a Mayday signal. It's gone now!

So has the tracker on Adam's mobile.
So what's that?

I got rather fussy in case
they insisted on swapping bags.

One of the bank notes has a tracker
on the security strip.

So we still know where Adam is.

As long as he remains with the cash,
we know where he is. Get Harry.

Why? Crazy times, Adam.

Nobody knows
who's with who any more.

Me...I-I just want a retirement,
somewhere hot.

People will come for you.

They're not gonna stop.

Wherever you go...
you'll never be safe.

I'll just have to live
with that, I guess.

Que tal?

g*nf*re

Where are they heading? It's got
to be Pellington airfield.

Can we get people there?
Re-routing now.

We don't intercept until
they're certain of the target.

'Control, we've got a visual.
Target is entering the airfield.

'No support. Alpha one is not,
I repeat, not, with
the target. Over.'

Hogan's made off with the money,
he's leaving Adam to the Redbacks.

Detain the target - unharmed.
He's our only link to Adam and Jo.

'Roger that.' Jo?

What's she got to do with this?

'We've got company.
Pretty sure it's the Americans.

'Target is down, I repeat,
target is down.'

What's going on down there?
'We're outnumbered. Target is
with the Americans.

'We have to pull out. All units are
withdrawing. I repeat withdraw.'

Ben called. Rodriguez
has been captured and sedated.

Grosvenor House is already
on the line.

The Americans are pretty mad, Harry.
They know we've captured
their assassin.

Have they hurt you?

The group that have Adam
and Jo are professional torturers.

They will extract information,
probably for Al Qaeda's
British affiliates.

Then they'll either k*ll them
or trade them on.

Quite apart from the consequences
for our friends and colleagues,

this would be catastrophic
for all our operations.

Hogan must know where they are.
He must want to do a deal.

Yes. He's already proposed a deal.

Well, then...
The Americans won't allow it.

Why?

Because we've got their assassin.
Yes.

If we give
Rodriguez to the Americans?

We have a deal. Then we'll have
defied the Venezuelans.

We can forget about their
intelligence about the school
attack,

which could happen any minute.

What if the school
attack's a false alarm?

If the Venezuelan intelligence
is wrong? Or it's not.

We get our officers back
and there's a Beslan-type siege

which ends with scores
of dead children?

Who was it who said that thing
about God not playing dice with
the universe?

Einstein. He was wrong.

I don't know what to do this time.

One of you decide, toss a coin.

I don't know - whichever way,

somebody is being
sentenced to death.

We work out what
all the players want.

Then we load the dice in our favour.
How?

You're right
that somebody has to die.

We must make it somebody
we don't care about.

They haven't tortured you?
No.

They were going to, but I made
a strong moral case against it,

pointing to the fine example we've
been setting the world recently.

Our enemies don't exactly
play by the Queensbury rules.

We allowed rendition
and legitimised t*rture.

Not even taboo any more.

This is what happens when it becomes
the norm, when everybody does it.

Nobody cares any more.

Please don't start up with
"We bring it on ourselves".

I think NOT torturing people
is the closest to a moral absolute
there is, actually.

At the very least it's the norm
that we should aspire to.

You're wrong.

Jo, they didn't do
anything, you're OK?

Well, I'd prefer not
to be here right now.

Hogan's got a tracker on him.

They'll pick him up,
then they'll come and get us.

Well, Bob. How pleasant
it is to finally make the
acquaintance of the real you.

Yeah, the real me.

The problem here
appears to be Rodriguez.

Give the CIA back their assassin and
I can tell you everything you need
to know.

We won't, of course, accept that.

I couldn't do that
even if I wanted to.

None of you can have him.

Rodriguez is dead.

He died this morning from
head injuries sustained in
his struggle with my officer.

We will return the body as soon
as we've completed our own autopsy.

Then we've got no deal.

See you around, Harry. Wait!

Whilst I'm sorry
for the death of your agent,

I feel I must point out that we are
less than happy that he, with your

approval, was intending to k*ll
this man's President on our soil.

We can however make the CIA
an offer, which we hope will
more than make up for his death.

I'm listening.

Remember when we first met...

I was a postman, no, the gasman.

You were just a kid.

I had poise and gravitas.

[Jo...] I had promise, though.
You saw that, right?

Has one of them...?

Have they...?

Have they hurt you? Done anything?

DISTANT CRIES

Who's that?

It's just a recording, they're just
trying to terrorise us, soften us up.

They're succeeding.

Adam!

Block it out. Just block it out.
Do all you can to block it out.

That's Zaf. It isn't.
That's Zaf on the tape.

It isn't. It isn't Zaf.

DOOR IS UNLOCKED

At night, alone in here,
he made less noise.

He just used to cry for his mother.

Funny how many men do that.

Ca va, mon ange?

It's all right, Adam.

No... No, it isn't.

There are men like this one
in every w*r there's ever been.

He's part of every w*r that's being
fought around the world right now.

It's just what they
do to women they capture.

It's what they do.

Like sick, incontinent dogs.

I can't say anything.

No. No, you can't.

Make it quick and remember,

the Americans think he sustained
injuries during a struggle.

No problem.

We should play golf some time.

On the Isla Margarita. I invite you.

Tanto tiempo, Anibal.
Un abrazo, hombre.

Did I ever tell you
about my parents? No.

What are they like?

You know, normal, really.

My dad was a management
consultant, he's retired now.

Lucky him.

He spends his time watching
the birds in the garden from
the conservatory.

"Oh, look,
Joanna, it's a greenfinch.

"Oh, good, the robins are back."

There are cats round our house,

the worst thing is when they
catch a bird but leave it injured.

Yeah, that's not nice.

My dad showed me how you have
to k*ll a wounded bird like that.

Yeah, break its neck, I imagine.

No.

You just sort of hold it
quite firmly...

and after a while the bird just
dies quietly, without any fuss,

without pain or further suffering.

Have you got the water there?

Lucky for the bird if there's
someone around who knows
how to do that.

Can you pass me the water?

I won't be tortured, Adam.
They're going to use electricity,
they took me to the room.

We're gonna be rescued. And then
I'll be passed on to a new group.

To be r*ped and tortured again.

You have to try and stay...

Positive? I know my fate, Adam.

We know from Zaf what they do.

You owe this to me.

I can't. Oh, you can.

You know you can. You have to.

The Venezuelans have
accepted the terms of the deal.

Torres gave us what we
need to locate the school.
And the Americans?

Not happy. But we've offered
them a deal -

we give them any captured
Al Qaeda from the school attack -
we can talk to Hogan.

It's all taking too long.
Well, it's all we've got.

Everything's on stand-by.

It's not as if you
haven't been trained for it.

No. Then you're sentencing
me to a terrible nightmare.

What's happened so far is
just the start. You know that.

I'm not...

You can't ask for this.

I'm scared, Adam. I'm so scared.

Hold out. Just try and hold out
for a little while at least.

I can't. I know I can't.

I'll give up the names of others
and then they'll have to go
through this, too,

and there's nothing
I can do to stop it, Adam.

I have to help those people as well.
I have names, Adam.

This isn't just about us.

DOOR IS UNLOCKED

Help me.

Help me get away from them,
you have to help me.

Two MI5 officers.

As you can see they haven't been
touched yet, as per our agreement.

This is the important one.

If you would like to step
back in the other room

we can finalise the terms,
then we can get straight to work.

We should start with the junior
officer, the girl, if you don't mind.

'We've got an eyeball on Herod.

'Only one transport but manned up.'

'Stand by.
Can you give me a numbers estimate?'

'Two in front. Unknown in back,
could be up to five.'

'On my command... Go!'

SCREAMING

Sir, face-checked a couple of them.

PHONE RINGS

Yes? Harry, is your car ready?
Yes.

We've got an address.
Malcolm, scramble Special Forces.

[ SLIGHT BANG

They're coming for me, I can hear
them getting ready.

Jo, wait! Look at me, look at me.

They won't just leave us here,
I promise.

Just try and hold out
for as long as you can.

Please... I can't.
Give them a chance to rescue you.

I can't. Please... I know I can't.

You can. You can.
Don't let them take me, Adam.

Adam!

I won't let them hurt you.
I won't let them hurt you.

I won't let them.

[Take me away from them!]
[Take me away from them!]

I'm sorry for everything.

I'm sorry you bumped into me.

I'm sorry... No need. No need.

You've always been a good person.

Just help me now.

Please...