07x08 - Nuclear Strike

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'Russian leaders reacted to
the announcement of US plans

'to place m*ssile defence bases
in eastern Poland.'

The world is on the edge
of an abyss.

I need you to meet a contact
in Moscow.

I had to plant the package.
This is too important to lose.

Connie is the mole.
She is a Russian mole.

Almost made it. Almost?

We remain at a state of heightened
alert, ready for imminent
Russian reprisals.

Then we need to deal with this.

"Tiresias wakes 3pm tomorrow."

What the hell is Tiresias?

RUSSIAN RADIO TALK

RUSSIAN RADIO TALK CONTINUES

RUSSIAN RADIO TALK CONTINUES

We have a serious problem.

What's this?

Tiresias.

METAL DETECTOR BEEPS

DETECTOR BEEPS RAPIDLY

GEIGER COUNTER CLICKS

Sugarhorse is an MI5 operation
in place for 20 years.

It was designed to
warn us of any forthcoming
Russian attack on Britain.

We've just ascertained
that the Russians have
an equivalent operation

but it's bigger and better.

For perhaps 25 years,
the Kremlin has had a network

of sleepers, high-level assets, in
place throughout the United Kingdom.

The Russians call this operation
Tiresias. "Tiresias wakes."

Exactly how big is this?

It's everywhere. All political
parties, civil service,

police service, armed forces,
security service, M15 and 6.

All of them infiltrated? How is that
possible? It was there, all the time

Everything we ever did, everything
we gave. This was waiting.

Operation Tiresias, like a node
of cancer, biding its time.

There could be hundreds of sleepers,
motivated by greed,

ideology, hatred,
all unknown, even to each other.

And now Tiresias wakes.
What does that mean?

Tiresias has a single purpose -
to wait until activated,

and then cr*pple the United Kingdom.

What kind of attack
can we anticipate?

We don't know
but we're about to find out.

Tiresias wakes at 3pm today.

That's it. That's all we've got.

The fact is, if the Russian's
have sleepers spread that wide
and buried that deep,

we have no way of knowing
who we can trust.

If we sound the alarm,
we let Tiresias know we're on to it.

If that happens, best case -
they change their plan.

Worst case -
they bring things forward.
Which is why we need Connie.

She's a traitor.
She knew the day was coming

when her cover would be blown
and she'll have prepared,

stashing intelligence gathered
from various Russian operations
including Tiresias.

We need a way inside Tiresias,
quickly. She's our best hope.

But Connie's in custody,
awaiting due process.

Given the circumstances,
we have to assume Tiresias
will be watching her. No choice.

We make it look like the
Russians took her. Where is she?

Awaiting transportation
to Nemworth Interrogation Unit.

She knows what goes on at Nemworth.
She'll cooperate. OK.

Do it. Pick her up. I'll meet you
later at Ottawa Bravo.

Home Secretary?

I know you.

George Redman. Counter-espionage.

Ms James, I'm here as a courtesy -
to inform you that the service

is determined to prosecute you
to the full extent of the law.

You'll be charged with treason...

And the m*rder of Ben Kaplan, yes.

But first, you'll be transferring
me to Nemworth for interrogation.

Can I finish my tea? I'm sorry. No.

SPEAKS RUSSIAN:

Harry, I think you've yet

to meet Marina Connolly.

US Defence and Intelligence Liaison.

Congratulations and welcome
to London. Thank you.

Sir Harry, isn't it? Just Harry.

Harry, I hope
we can work together

to improve the relationship between
our two intelligence communities.

In the spirit of which, Marina...
Absolutely. This meeting is
by way of a heads-up.

Today the Russians will call
an extraordinary session
of the UN Security Council,

where they will announce that,
in 1996, a portable nuclear device
went missing

from an American Air Force base
in England and has since fallen into
the hands of t*rrorists.

The American response would be?
Come on, gentleman, we all
know this is an absolute crock.

The Russians, in your view,
stand to gain...?

What they want - they want
America gone by any means necessary,

so they discredit the US military
presence on European soil,

force us to withdraw.

So, you're assuring me,
without equivocation,

that there is no such
missing weapon?

Categorically. What we're talking
about here, back in the day,

the KGB call 'dezinformatsia'.

Disinformation
and it's gonna cause trouble.

So don't let them capitalise on it.

Just don't let them.

'American tactical nuclear weapons,'

stolen from British bases? Unlikely.

Tactical nuclear weapon is the holy
grail of international terrorism.

Such a prize would lead to chatter.
There's been no such chatter.

So...best guess?

Misdirection.

Russians make a big noise over here,
we all look towards the noise.

But we're looking the wrong way.
What do you know?

What do I know?

As yet, not enough.

I urgently need you to establish
what Russia's going to pull
out of its hat. Of course.

I'll be in contact.

SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN

MI5.

LAUGHTER

Tiresias.

A seer,

condemned by Dante to spend all
eternity with his head twisted round.

A prophet who could
only look backwards.

I'm tired of the dance, Connie.

What do you want?
Somewhere temperate.

Too much heat is intolerable.
It dulls the wits.

New Zealand sounds nice.
I'll see what I can do.

I thought the dancing had stopped.
Don't see, just do.

Alternatively, I could always
break your fingers one by one.
You don't have the ba*ls.

You don't think so?

Judging by the way you snatched me,
this is a black op.

Which means you don't trust MI5.

Which means you've grasped the
scale of Tiresias, and you're
very frightened. So don't be coy.

What do you have for us?

All of it. All of it?

I've had 25 years
to put it together, Ros.

On and off, bits and bobs,
here and there.

And of course,
all the motivation in the world.

You know what I want in return.

I spent eight years
in a Russian cell.

Eight years! Because I stayed
loyal to my country.

I still chew it over,
when I'm lying awake at 3am,

wondering was it worth it?

But, yeah. It was.

Because I look at you,
with all your brilliance

and all your treachery,

and I see everything that
I've ever fought against.

Your situation is more precarious
than you realised,

so stop pressing buttons
and give us something.

Threats don't work with a person
who has nothing to lose.

Oh, you're too ingenious to think
that I'm threatening you.

I'm offering you a simple choice.

Help us or don't.

I'll leave you to compute
the implication.

Has Tiresias gone live?
We believe so.

Then have you checked
the number stations?

PHONE RINGS

Malcolm, do we still check
the number stations?

GCHQ does, yes,
as a matter of course.

But it's years since they
broadcast anything germane.

Check them. Tread lightly.
No-one should know you're looking.
Get back to me as soon as you can.

I've never heard of number stations.

They're a curio,
a hangover from the old days.

They're codes broadcast daily
on civilian radio frequencies.

Snippets of music, random words,
number combinations,

meaningless to anybody
except the recipient.

All you need to pick them up
is a short wave radio.

They've been repeating the same 20
or 30 messages since, the mid-'80s.

Hang on... What?

That's a new one.

What is "rain from heaven"?

A ticket to New Zealand,

a new identity, protection.

"Rain from heaven", Connie.
What is it?

If it's big and you give us it,
you'll get what you want.

And protection from the Russians.
I'll need it. It's yours.

Because one is familiar with the
benefits of Russian hospitality.
What is it, Connie?

What is rain from heaven?

When the KGB knew
the Soviet Empire was falling,

it put in place
certain contingencies.

One of them, rain from heaven,
involved secreting portable nuclear
devices around the United Kingdom

for use in future deployment.

I beg your pardon?
Portable nuclear bombs.

Whatever happened in Russia,
whoever was running it, the KGB knew

they could strike with devastating
force at the heart of Britain.

With a nuclear weapon?

All they had to do was broadcast
the right code to the right sleeper.

Rain from heaven is the "go" code
for a nuclear attack on London.

If the sleeper received
the "go" code this morning,

you have a matter of hours
before tens of millions of people
are annihilated. How many hours?

We have till 3pm.

Even if we could evacuate London
in time... It's not possible.



If we sound the alarm, the panic
alone could k*ll thousands.

We need to locate this device
without signalling to Tiresias

that we know of its existence.
For that I need to hear the
number station broadcast. No.

Have you have any idea
what time it is?

Tick, tick... TICK.

MOBILE VIBRATES

RUSSIAN RADIO TALK

Each sleeper is assigned
a six-digit reference.



Finland red, Egypt white
is a status code.

Followed by a time
and location modifier.

It's twice blest? This is a specific
instruction to a specific sleeper

to place the b*mb in a specific
place to detonate at a specific time.

I happen to know "rain from heaven"
is a nuclear suitcase b*mb

because that's the kind of thing one
finds hard to forget. And the rest?

I don't have it all memorised.
It's written down and stashed.

Your insurance policy.
We all need an exit plan.

The Tiresias dossier is mine.
Where is it?

Dead drop. London Bridge. Where?

Oh, most amusing.
Get me there, give me what I want,

and I'll give you
the whole of Tiresias,

I'll give you every
Russian spy in London,

and I'll tell you who is going
to detonate a tactical
nuclear weapon and where.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Do you think the Russians
don't know you've got me?

Do you think I haven't let them
know where every safe house is?

SILENT

He's speaking Russian.

MOTORBIKE APPROACHES

TYRES SCREECH

DOG BARKS

g*n SHOT

AUTOMATIC g*nf*re

Run! Go! Go!

AUTOMATIC g*nf*re CONTINUES

We need to split up. Rendezvous
at Catherine Wheel Alley.

How many? Six, heavily packed.

Maybe more on the way. Malcolm?

We've got some exigent
circumstances developing.

Exactly how exigent? On a scale
of what? I need an escape route.

That could be tricky. Six heavily-
armed moving in from our east.
A k*ll-squad.

Harry, it's a maze. There's half
a dozen ways they could cut you off.

So where do we go?

Move, Harry, move!

Keep heading west via Brushfield
Street. It's heavily populated.
That will afford the best cover.

'Do you copy?'

Harry?

Well, bring them back!
Yeah, I'm trying!

Stop. I'm gonna send in CO19,
special forces, anyone.

Harry said "no". Sod him.

Look, CO19, the police,
special forces, anyone,

they could, in complete ignorance,
be taking orders from Tiresias.

DISTANT SIRENS

We need to cross London
to get the Tiresias dossier.

If we do that, we need someone
to act on that intelligence.

We're not going to stop
this from happening

if you're not back on the grid.

We'll be fine. All we need to do is
cross London. How hard can that be?

They'll have people listening in.

Keep comms to a minimum
and watch the rooftops.

Don't worry, I've got
another route in mind. Good luck.

HE SPEAKS RUSSIAN

HE PLAYS THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER

CLOCK TICKS

HE SPEAKS RUSSIAN

Hmm, Harry Pearce.

RECORDER PLAYS

RADIO NOISE

HE SIGHS

WHIRRING, BOOT POPS OPEN

Anything yet?

No news. They're maintaining
comms silence.

Let's hope comms silence
is all it is.

They were in Spitalfields.

They need to get to London Bridge,
nearly a mile away.
What's their likely route?

It's the City, the highest density
of CCTV cameras in London.

Above or underground, they'll be
under constant surveillance.
Of the two?

They should go for the tube station.

Crowd cover and the possibility of
changing route at the last minute.

Our comms won't work underground.
They're alone.

You trained them.
I trained Connie, too.

Well, if anyone's going to survive,
it's that treacherous cow.

I need to speak to the Home
Secretary. The moment
you have anything... The moment.

Does "rain from heaven"
mean anything to you?

Should it?

The Russians are mounting
an attack on London

using a tactical nuclear device,
which the Kremlin will then claim

was stolen from a US base
within the UK.

Their thinking being,
that after such a catastrophe,

Europeans will no longer tolerate
US installations on their soil.

How long does it take
to evacuate Parliament?



There's a drill, a regular drill.

Then at 2.45 this afternoon,

you'll receive a call from me,
or one of my officers.

If that call comes,
you must evacuate the Government

and the Royal Family
into their deep-level shelters.

There will be no time
for a public warning.

NEWS REPORT: 'Unprecedented scenes
at the United Nations today,

'when a Russian delegation accused
the US of failing to report

'the loss of several
tactical nuclear weapons

'from an American air force base
in southern England.

'Russia claims the devices
may have fallen into the hands

'of t*rror1st organisations.

'The Government has been quick
to deny the allegations

'that any weapons
have gone missing in Britain.'

'Contrary to what the media would
apparently prefer to believe,

'communications between British
and American intelligent services

'are second to none.

'However vivid and newsworthy it is,
there is no substance whatsoever,

'to Russia's bizarre
and irresponsible accusation.'

Well, where is he? He'll be here.

We haven't got time for this.
He'll be here!

Why did you do it?

Why do you think?

People usually turn traitor for
fanaticism, or reward.

I can't imagine
either applies to you.

No neither did.

After Gorbachev,
the humiliation of the Soviets,

we were expected to watch... While
America became a global hyper-power.

No wonder they called it Tiresias.
I'm no friend of the Russians.

You just hate America?

No, I just hate imbalance.
You and I both think the same, Ros.

Always have done.
It's why you hate me.

Not because I'm a spy. Because you're
looking in a mirror.

Did you lose the eyeball? If I did,
not for long. We need to move.

They'll be watching the station.
They're watching everything.

b*llet FLIES

TRAFFIC NOISE

This way.

London's riddled
with disused tunnels.

We can use them to get
to London Bridge undetected.

ELECTRIC CRACKLE

That way. How bad is it?

It's fine. It missed all the
important stuff. I'll live.

Don't speak too soon.

That's live.

SHE TALKS RUSSIAN

BOTH TALK RUSSIAN

HE WHISTLES

THEY TALK RUSSIAN

sh*t!

Whose idea was this? I forget.

ELECTRIC CRACKLE

Leave it alone! Leave it alone!

It's fine. We don't want your stuff.
We just want to pass.

It's not your stuff, it's mine.
Leave it alone! Here, take my watch.

Leave it alone. Whatever.

Move.

This is the service tunnel we need.

It'll take us directly
to London Bridge.

THEY TALK RUSSIAN

Malcolm?

Nothing yet. Right, well we're not
going to stand around here

and wait for this to happen.

The FSB came after us in numbers.
Their orders were to assassinate
Connie and the rest of us.

But do you think they know
what's about to happen?

Do you think they know
about "rain from heaven"?

An operation of this magnitude would
be classified above Top Secret.

Well above even a Station Head's
security clearance.

But the FSB are here in London
with us.

They have families,
people they love.

Can we arrange a parlez?

The handshake protocols
change weekly.

Can you access them
without alerting anyone?

I shouldn't be able to.
But you can. Of course I can.

What are you planning?
Truth or dare.

I need to have a chips down
conversation with Viktor Sarkisiian.

I've contacted the Russians
using the emergency handshake.
I've got a car waiting for you.

Harry, you're walking directly
into the arms

of people who want you dead.

Then I'll try my best
to be charming.

God, then we're in trouble.
Hmm. Come back.

Malcolm, I know I can rely on you.
Some things change, that never will.

Good luck.

CONNIE PUFFS AND PANTS

What time is it?

Half past.

You're not going to make it.

Your best chance of survival
might be... Might be what?

To go deeper. You'd do that, would
you? Burrow down here like a rat?

Like a mole.

And wait for Central London
to be annihilated? Yes.

And here's you
with no love for Russia.

What happens if they're waiting for
us when we surface at London Bridge?

Do they know where the dead drop is?
Of course not.

That dossier is my insurance.
Why would I let them see it?

They seem to know everything else.
Do you think I want this to happen?

A nuclear weapon in London?

I am what I am,
but I've done more for this country
than you'll ever know.

You ever hear of Bridget Driscoll?
Should I have?

First person ever to be run over
and k*lled by a car.

She was a daughter,
a wife, a mother.

But all that's faded away now.

All Bridget Driscoll is,
is a single moment.

Whatever you've done for this
country Connie, it's gone.
What's lost can never be found.

Agh! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!

g*n SHOT RINGS OUT

What would you do if you were them?

Send in a runner. So would I. Move!

What are you doing?

This circle represents a 1.5 mile
blast zone from central London.

All buildings within will be
destroyed, all life extinguished.

It's incredible, we have no more
protection now than we did then.

'..To the ground.
This is what is called fallout.

'So these are the two dangers.

'First heat and blast
which is followed by fallout.

'The heat and blast is so severe
that it can k*ll

'and can destroy buildings for up
to five miles from the expl*si*n.

'Start looking now for materials for
your fallout room and inner refuge.

'Here is a list of things
and some ideas to use.

'Bricks, concrete blocks, bags or
boxes filled with earth or sand.

'If you cannot get
hold of sandbags...'

Do you realise your k*ll-squad
is trying to hit my officers

before they can prevent a
nuclear weapon from being detonated
in London?

In an hours time, tens of thousands
of people will be dead.

If your officers succeed in
k*lling mine, you will have succeede

in nothing except k*lling yourself
and your family.

Your country, your own country
is about to k*ll you, Viktor,

and I'm here alone to tell you that.

If I'm lying...
Well, keep me, ship me to Russia.

If the best you can hope for from
this operation is Connie James,

I'm a much bigger prize. The FSB
can do with me whatever it is
it does with people like me.

Viktor, look at me!
We're short of time.

If I'm lying,
what's the worst that can happen?

You can make a gift of me
to your superiors - a senior
British intelligence officer.

If I'm not lying, your children
have less than an hour to live.

OK.

OK.

I believe you, Harry.

They've gone underground.

The old Tube tunnels.

Communication is impossible
so I need to know their destination.

Where are they headed?

Harry, come on.

You came to me for help,
so accept it.

What is their destination?

Get me a map.

BELL TOLLS

Service tunnels will take you
to the surface, that way.

What are you gonna do? Beretta


Two rounds expended.
I'll draw them off to the platform.

THEY SPEAK RUSSIAN

g*nsh*t

sh*t!

PHONE

SPEAKS RUSSIAN

Da?

It's your lucky day.

Which one is it?

This one.

It's fine.

It's fine. They're here to help.

How nice. What's the code?



It's all here. Every sleeper
they've got. The b*mber?


The b*mber's name is Walter Crane.

The b*mb's at Grosvenor Square.

Wait. By the time you've
mobilized the Broken Arrow Unit,
it'll be too late.

Even if they arrive in time, which
they won't, they're dealing with

a Cold w*r weapon they've never
experienced and don't know how to
work. Bring it to me, I'll do it.

What? I'll do it.

Have you got anyone
in Grosvenor Square?

It's the American Embassy.
We practically live there.

Bring us the b*mb. Are you insane?

No time to do anything else.

Bring us the b*mb,
we take it underground.

If the b*mb detonates, we
lose central London but we
minimise radioactive fallout.

And I need a working light
and a tool kit.

And a bottle of gin.

PHONE

'Mr Home Secretary.
This is MI5, Section D.

'Harry Pearce told
you to expect a call.

'This is that call.

'You know what to do.'

Very well. I'm sorry, sir,
but you do need to hurry.

Yes. Of course. I... Good luck.

And to you.

Anyone you need to call?

Well.

Mum'll be watching A Place In The Sun

and waiting for Countdown.
She loves Countdown.

Why spoil it, eh?

This is the Home Secretary.

I'm invoking protocol Landslide.

That's right, Landslide.

Now.

TANNOY: 'The major incident alert
has been activated.

'Please make your way to your
designated deep-level shelter.

'The major incident alert
has been activated.

'Please make your way to your
designated deep-level shelter.

'The major incident alert
has been activated...'

Come on, Harry.

Nervous?

Should I be?

Right.

You should both leave.

Hurry up, please.

I thought you weren't nervous.
I'm not. Fine. Stay.

Connie? This isn't an improvised
expl*sive device cooked up by
some halfwit undergraduate.

There are fail-safes and back-ups.

By cutting that wire, I've
initiated a secondary countdown.

A conventional expl*sive would
go off in less than two minutes.

If I haven't removed the uranium,
it will cause a chain reaction
and a nuclear expl*si*n.

I need to remove the shell
from the central housing

and separate the two isotopes.

When I do that,

the b*mb cannot reach critical mass
and will no longer be nuclear.

It will, however, go up in my face.

The b*mb kills whoever disarms it,
so go, please.

Both of you.

No.

What you've lost
can sometimes be found, Lucas.

I remove the uranium.

It's just a b*mb.

I'm not scared of bombs.

Connie.

Oh, Lucas.

At 3am, when you can't sleep and
the nightmares come, who do you
blame for what happened to you?

Eight years in a Russian hell?
Who do you blame?

I blame Harry.

Then it's time to let it go.
It wasn't Harry's fault.

Who was it, Connie? Who sold me out?

You have 10 seconds. Who was it?

Nine seconds. I need to know.

Eight seconds. Just say it!

Leave now.

It was me, always me.

I need a Broken Arrow Unit
with full Hazmat Containment
with probable radiation leakage.

London Bridge.

You OK?

They'll never know.

No. And that's a good thing, Lucas.
You know it is.

I need to talk to Harry.

SPEED DIAL TONES, RINGING TONE

Harry?

Has anyone made contact with him?