We're a team. We'll pull together. Give them a chance to rescue you. Please. Don't let them take me.
Your life doesn't matter, neither does mine, hers, his, hers or his.
Adam! I will pursue with vengeance anyone who acts against my people
but I will not risk losing anyone else and nor will you.
I need you.
I need you. No you don't.
Harry! Look at me, you are my outstanding officer. Don't be afraid.
Sometimes we have to give each other up. We just have to.
I don't know what to do this time.
Whichever way somebody's being sentenced to death.
Take me away from them.
Every time we offer our people up as a sacrifice,
well not this time, Harry. Not this time.
You've always been a good person, just help me now.
The whole arm had broke!
Right guys, I'd like to make a toast, so to Callie Sullivan -
eight pounds, seven ounces, the most beautiful girl, on God's green earth.
Cheers. Cheers... To Callie.
Right, mate, I'm gonna call my wife.
So, good to see you... OK mate.
Thanks for coming. Good to see you again. And you man.
Hey call me tomorrow. Will do.
Take care.
Hey baby, it's me...
Yeah, I've had a couple...
No I promise I won't, I'll sneak in... quiet as a mouse.
I just want to stand there and look at her whilst she's sleeping,
my little girl. See if she's making that funny little face.
Now, bruv, now!
Welcome to the jihad, soldier boy.
Please, read.
I've got a wife...
..and a baby.
A daughter, Callie.
The people you slaughtered were other men's wives and children.
Were you thinking about them when you dropped your filthy bombs?
You don't know what you're talking about.
You don't know anything.
Have you been there... have you ever been where I've been?
Read it.
No.
Read it or you die here and now.
Look, don't you think that I'm not scared?
Read it!
What about my daughter, eh?
If that was all she knew about her dad.
I don't mind her growing up, saying, "My dad was a soldier and he died."
I'd be proud for her to say that.
I won't have her growing up knowing, that I read out
the propaganda for some mad man before they cut off my head.
And posted it on the internet
so's all his mad man mates could toss themselves off over it.
So you wanna show something on the internet, mate?
You show this.
You show me...
..saying, "No."
I'm not gonna read this crap.
I'm just not gonna do it.
'I'll get away from them. I have to.'
'It's just what they do to you.
'It's what they do.
'I'm scared, Adam, I'm so scared.'
'Remember when we first met?'
'I had poise, and gravitas.'
'They're coming for me I can hear them getting ready.'
'They'll pay for this. Don't do this to me.'
Play dead, just play dead.
'I promise, give them a chance to rescue you.'
'Don't let them take me, Adam.'
Oh.
Stop. You can't hurt her now.
Stop!
Get back, get back.
Get back!
I swear to God I will spill his brains. Get back!
Jo...
That's enough.
Things are very bad with the Russians
at least they're not teetotal like many of our opponents.
Why have they agreed to this spy swap?
Maybe they have a pressing need for their man Boklov.
In this case the return package is so much of a prize,
we don't need to worry over much.
I assume you trust the new man in London? Insofar as...
Let's just see if Kachimov keeps his word on the exchange.
It's a sign of his status that he's able to authorise it.
I assume we've got a player in Moscow going through his back pages.
An officer called Rangefinder.
Any good? Above competent I'd say.
Jo.
Go to her. The exchange...
It's fine. You're the only person she really trusts.
Jo?
I still see Boscard, hear him.
You'll never see or hear from Boscard again. Nobody will.
I feel like...
nothing matters,
I don't matter.
Patience has never been one of my strong points
and all this traumatised running is starting to really annoy me.
No, that's good. That's good.
The day you get soppy this country will be in grave danger.
'With their families, after a six month tour of duty in Afghanistan.
'The reunion was particularly emotional for one soldier.'
'Yeah. Yeah it's good to be back home for a bit. See the family.
'This is actually my second tour, so yeah.
'Yeah I mean it's great timing too,
'I'm about to become a dad...'
No...
No! Get off me, what are you doing? Shhhh.
If this isn't him, Eduard, this'll be the shortest walk you ever took.
Hello, Harry.
Welcome home, Lucas, how are you feeling?
Fine... good.
Cold.
Welcome to London, Arkady.
Of course, you'll be working hard to replace the spy we're sending home.
Isn't that the dance?
You look after Lucas, now he's home.
He's weak, he's tired.
You tell him, "Eat broccoli."
I think he's suffered enough, don't you?
You know when you sent Lucas to Moscow, he paid an appalling price.
You might wish to ensure such a thing does not happen again in the near future.
Is this a message, Arkady, or merely a homily?
I am making conversation like an Englishman.
How did they treat you?
Sometimes well.
Sometimes not.
They told me, I could come home if I spied for them.
What did you say?
I said yes.
Do you think we can stop for some fish and chips? I've got a craving.
Adam Carter. Lucas North.
Welcome home. Thank you.
Chip? Cheers.
Lucas North, I presume. Welcome back. Thank you.
Connie. Connie James. Connie James? The stuff of legend.
The stuff of nightmares, possibly.
Malcolm!
Good to see you. How's your mum?
Adam, how's Jo?
Oh, she's very well. Very well.
You look, er...
Is there anything I can get for you? Hot soup?
No, I had chips. Thanks. But I tell you what, though.
I haven't had a decent cup of tea in eight years.
What?
Is it really eight years?
Oh, it flew by! These Russian prisons are like holiday camps,
they've got mattresses and everything.
I know you're exhausted. But would you mind
waiting a moment before we begin the initial debriefing? Of course.
How is he? Who can tell?
Damaged.
Broken? I don't know.
You did everything you could. You got him back.
How about our friends from the KGB? FSB.
Still maintaining that a resurgent Russia is no threat to us,
that the Kremlin's intentions toward the West
are both honourable and peaceful.
Still denying the slide into another Cold War.
After the handover, I had a little, "getting to know you" chat with their new man in London.
Arkady Kachimov. He dropped a few hints.
What kind of hints? Sniffing after possible MI5 assets in Moscow.
I'm concerned he knows Rangefinder's after him. He was fishing. Possibly.
Possibly, it was a genuine warning.
If Kachimov knows about him, it makes Russia a dangerous place.
You need to consider Rangefinder blown. Pull him out of Moscow.
I think you may be right.
Ben! Get Harry!
Sorry. But, er...I think we might be in for a long night.
Connie.
Contact Rangefinder. Burn the Moscow operation.
'What's your status Rangefinder?' Active.
I'm about to acquire some FSB documents which appertain
being sent into play in London.
I have the asset's codename Tranquility.
The dossier will give me the rest including Tranquility's identity.
Things are getting tetchy with the Russians. Consider your operation burned.
I've been here six months, I'm five minutes away
from my biggest hit so I make this rendezvous.
Negative Rangefinder. Pull out.
I'll go in quick and I'll be out quicker.
Hold off, Control and let me do my job.
Remembrance Sunday must be cancelled.
It is an affront to the Muslim brothers
and sisters murdered by infidel forces in Iraq and Afghanistan.
If the media fails to run this story
and Remembrance Sunday is not cancelled...
..then the head of this infidel will be sent to his wife and child.
Who is he? Private Andrew Sullivan. Andy.
Second Battalion, Royal York regiment.
Home on leave from Afghanistan. This is in London?
This, is in London.
My great grandfather was sixteen
when he signed up to fight for his country, just a boy from Brentford,
a nobody really, just a kid lying about his age.
He was given a medal which was passed down to me
for serving from 1914 to 1915.
There's not many of those around for obvious reasons.
A shell took half his back away at Ypres but at least he made it home.
Since then plenty more have been killed or maimed,
including friends and loved ones we can't even publicly acknowledge.
So no fanatic with a sword is going to stop us from honouring our dead.
And we're going to bring Andy Sullivan home.
Well, if we're going to do face and voice recognition
of every Al Qaeda suspect, I think I'll need to monopolise the system.
Do it.
'Control?'
Rangefinder? What do you have?
My contact appears to be indisposed. How long?
A couple of minutes. 'You need to get out of there.'
They'll be coming for you. I know.
But if that intelligence was worth killing for
it's worth knowing. 'You're blown, Rangefinder.
'If you don't get out of Russia right now, you never will.
'Do you copy?'
'Do you copy Rangefinder?'
'Rangefinder...'
'Rangefinder do you copy?'
Rangefinder?
'Are you there?' Copy that, Control.
Put the kettle on, I'm coming in.
The Prime Minister is unwilling to risk going ahead
with the Remembrance Day service.
He'd sooner give these jumped-up fanatics what they want.
By cancelling the service? The precedent that would set!
We can't let it happen.
He is the Prime Minister. I don't think there's anything we can do.
What about the Queen? The Prime Minister will inform Her Majesty
of his decision when she wakes. Surely, she should be fully briefed?
If she knew what was going on, she would never allow
the Remembrance Service to be cancelled. That's certainly an interpretation.
Then let the Queen take that decision.
It is Her Majesty's prerogative. And if this young soldier dies?
If they cut off his head and post a picture of it on the internet.
At whom does the British public direct its wrath? At Her Majesty.
The Prime Minister is unwilling to take such a risk.
No-one's going to kill Andy Sullivan.
And if you're wrong? Lord knows, I'm praying for this young man.
But when one does the cold calculation...
There's only one calculation. Everyone matters. Or no-one matters.
Is this just empty rhetoric, Mr Carter,
or is it an assurance from Her Majesty's Security Services?
It's an assurance. We have solid intelligence
pointing us to where they're keeping Andy Sullivan
and a good idea of who's got him.
He's gonna be all right.
Then I might be able to make a quiet call to a discreet ear.
I'll see to it that Her Majesty is fully appraised of the situation.
Her Majesty will be at the Cenotaph tomorrow with the Prime Minister.
Thank you, Henry.
I feel obliged to point out to you,
that you have absolutely no idea where Andy Sullivan is.
I'm pretty sure he's in London.
It's a start.
And is this the first time you've manipulated the will
of Her Majesty the Queen? Probably.
'Remembrance Sunday must be cancelled.'
If we don't ID the kidnapper soon, there's an excellent chance
I'll spend the rest of my life in the Tower of London.
Things are a bit stretched. We like to keep busy. Can I help?
The operating systems have moved on, but I can still push a mouse. Lucas...
Being in a Russian prison is like spending eight years in a physical training camp...or at Eton.
I'm as mentally and physically fit, as I ever was. Fitter.
It's been a really long day and from what I hear,
you spent most of it in the boot of a car. All right look,
the soldier, Sullivan. He's out there somewhere, terrified that his country's forgotten him,
that he'll never see his home again. And I know how he feels, all right?
I know what it's like for him. So let me help.
How long have you been in those clothes?
Since they were in fashion.
Go and get yourself cleaned up. I'll speak to Harry.
He was an excellent field officer
but that was then, things are different now.
He needs to prove himself... to MI5, to himself,
but I think most of all, to you. So why not let him do that?
Cos I'm responsible for his physical and mental well-being.
You can't just bring him in and then leave him out in the cold.
He's given everything to this job.
Dum spiro spero.
While I live I hope.
Tattooing's part of the culture in there.
You don't do it, you don't belong - you don't belong, you're dead.
They all mean something.
There's a specific iconography.
Fascinating, really.
So, how did Tom Quinn work out?
He took early retirement.
How did you get me back, Harry?
We caught one of their top men accessing confidential files from the British Power Consortium.
This is ahead of a substantial oil-supply deal
between the UK and Russia. Very embarrassing for them.
I used their embarrassment as collateral.
You horse-traded.
You need rest.
Welcome home to a safe house with a stained mattress and nylon sheets.
You're malnourished, running on adrenaline. Close to exhaustion.
So where do I go?
You want me to go and watch pay-per-view in a Holiday Inn?
Catch up on eight years of Coronation Street?
Where do I go, Harry? What am I supposed to do when I get there?
Just tell me and I'll go and I'll do it.
I'm giving you clearance till midnight on Sunday.
After that, you rest. Then we'll talk some more.
Properly.
Have you seen her?
She's well...and happy.
Meaning?
It's good to see you, Lucas.
You were missed.
'Remembrance Sunday must be cancelled.'
Adam! We've found a match! I'm sorry, I'll call you back. Got him?
We've matched the executioner's
voice print to a known Al Qaeda member. Aaqib Faris.
Christ. How old is he? 19? 20?
Welcome to the future.
It's turned out to be something of a disappointment.
Do we have his current position? Nope. Well, you never know.
Known associates?
Munzir Hatem. Suspected Al Qaeda Commander. He'll be the Cell Leader.
Living as an upstanding member of the middle class.
Owns his home. Votes Conservative.
You're kidding. He drives a Focus, he's a chiropodist!
An absolutely ordinary life.
His wife and children have no idea of his involvement with the Jihad.
An unknown soldier.
So bring him in, shake him down.
If we do that, they'll know they've been compromised.
He'll have intelligence that will lead us directly to Andy Sullivan.
We need his phone. Where does he live?
Consistent with the nature of his cover,
he lives with only heavy domestic security.
You'll need a coat.
It's cold out.
Harry! Don't you ever sleep? Why are we here?
Your Government is stepping in to oppose the oil deal
between The British Power Consortium and Christus Oil.
British power stays in British hands.
Somewhere within that sentence lies the essence of my job description.
Oh? You refuse to trust our intentions.
It's not that I refuse, Arkady,
I just find myself incapable. I'm sorry.
It's hard for me to be jubilant about the idea that the Kremlin
controls oil supplies to Britain and her allies. Is that rude of me?
Oh, no, I find such honesty bracing in a spy.
So...
I offer you this, absolutely free of charge.
No obligation attached to the back of it. I'm listening.
We have become aware of increased communication traffic between
the Mujahadin in Chechnya and persons of interest in Britain.
Our Islamic terrorists are speaking to your Islamic terrorists.
About what?
Who knows?
But um...
the main British contact has been this man.
Munzir Hatem.
You know him?
We have several thousand persons of interest on our files, Arkady,
but I thank you for the alert.
You know I might like to access your files on this one.
Perhaps... if you find yourself of a mind.
The oil deal, between our two countries. You might wish to...
butter the wheels a little.
How long will it take?
We'll be as fast as we can.
Get some air. You've done what you can for the moment.
What's the point in that?
I'm dead anyway.
The point is, you're thirsty.
Drink.
Hm?
'Preparations are underway for what'll be, the 90th time that
'Britons come together to mark the two minute silence to remember
'those who've made the ultimate sacrifice for their country.
'Not just at the Cenotaph, but at hundreds of different services...'
'..across the nation people will stand and reflect on those who have laid down their lives.'
Adam.
Hi Jo, I just wanted to check in.
See how you're doing.
Well, I'm not running.
Good, that's a start.
Do you sleep at all?
No.
Listen, Jo, I've tried most of these so-called pain relievers.
All that therapy they forced me to do. You know the only thing that actually helped?
Pilates?
Yeah, that's the Jo I know and love. No...
Someone's in terrible danger
and we're fighting to save them.
Isn't that the only thing that makes sense of...
..well...
all of this?
'Flight AF2732 from Moscow has now landed.
'Passengers will be disembarking shortly.'
Could you drive into London.
And select the most difficult routes you can think of,
blind turnings, one-way streets.
Do that until I say stop, or the money runs out.
Your money, love. Actually it's the taxpayers'.
Welcome home, Rangefinder. Keep it brief.
I thought I'd shaken them in Moscow
but I've picked up another tail at Heathrow.
They're awfully tenacious, bless them.
I think they want to give me a polonium suppository.
The Russians are being cooperative
with a live operation. What do they want?
Who knows, we need to keep them onside, temporarily.
For the moment, that means keeping you deniable.
In other words, "Stay away from Thames House
"while we make nice with the Russians." Precisely. Charming.
I'm sending over the intelligence I got from my Russian source.
I'm afraid it's heavily encrypted. It's appreciated.
Adam know I'm back? Adam's not even aware you're working for us.
No, I'm afraid he's having rather a hectic day.
Plus ca change.
Be careful, Rangefinder.
But stay out of the way. If you'd be so kind.
On the Sim card Adam and Lucas copied there were several dozen phone numbers.
Given Al Qaeda's fondness for superfluity,
we can assume that most are irrelevant.
But one number corresponds to a mobile purchased recently in North London.
The phones are owned by proxies, younger brothers or sisters, mostly.
We've identified this young man. as a friend of Kadar Mahmoud...
the sole person of interest on the sim card.
Mahmoud is a known Al Qaeda asset. Designated "Firefly".
Then Firefly's the go-between. His job is to liaise between
the Cell Leader and Sullivan's executioner. Where is he now?
We've just intercepted a text message
sent from the Cell Leader to Firefly.
Three words, "host and guest". It's the "go" signal.
It's becoming obvious that we won't give into their demands and cancel Remembrance Sunday.
Firefly's orders will be to wait until an agreed time
9, 9.30 maybe. If he receives no further orders by that time,
he'll phone in the order to execute. Let's follow his phone signal,
pick him up and make sure the kill order's never sent.
The executioner will have his standing orders, too.
If he receives no further contact,
he'll proceed immediately with the execution.
The death of Andy Sullivan is this cell's default setting.
If we make the wrong move, we'll just bring that forward.
It's catch 22. He'll make a cleaning run. Take a circuitous route
to shake off any surveillance. We can use that against them.
We follow Firefly, see who he meets, who he calls.
And if we intercept that kill order,
we'll get to Andy Sullivan in time.
He's out there somewhere, a soldier about to die and we can save him.
Let's get out there.
Firefly's left his house, Alpha 1.
All units, Firefly's on the move.
Be alert... he's a slippery fish.
He switched back on me.
He's heading underground I'll lose contact in less than thirty seconds.
Alpha 2, he's yours.
I've lost him. Don't worry, I'm on him.
He's out of contact. The comms won't work underground.
'This station is Archway.
'This train terminates at Morden via Bank.
'Please stand clear of the closing doors.'
Harry, can you read me? I had to take a gamble.
I don't know if he's behind me or not.
Firefly's our only link to The Executioner, Alpha 2.
Control, I have Firefly.
Firefly's making a call
from the phone box at the top of Duke Street Hill.
Got that, Alpha 2. Alpha 1 I'm patching you in...
Make him record the statement.
Adam! We've got them! East London.
Two miles from your current location.
You mean do it now? I mean kill him. Now.
Special Forces are en route. The house is booby trapped.
Everyone inside will die and Special Forces personnel with them.
The same applies to you, Adam. Well, let's give it a go though.
See how it crinkles out.
They didn't think you were worth it.
They send you out there,
to murder my brothers.
Then stick a bit of tin to your chest to thank you for doing it.
But when it comes down to it...
..you're nothing to them.
We don't know how many are in there, two at least.
Doors and windows will be booby trapped. Lend me your phone.
We know they've been in communication with Chechens, right?
Yeah... So... Do you think they speak Russian?
He's an electrician from Walthamstow. So I doubt it.
I bet he recognises the sound of it, though. I'll take the back.
This is how we bring death to the infidels,
and all the enemies of Islam...
You should just get on with it.
We should just do him man. Just do him!
We should see.
What?
Who's brother is this? Identify.
You know who this is. Who is it?
Speak English, gotta speak English bruv, English!
Get out of the house. Take the infidel and get out!
What's happening?
I don't think we should.
Don't think. Don't think. Just do.
What's going on?
We're leaving. Leave the gun. Leave it, leave it all behind.
Stand...up.
So who exactly are you guys?
Security Services. Spooks. Yeah, Spooks.
Well, you took your bloody time.
Sorry about that. But we got here.
Listen CO19 will be here in a minute.
They'll take you to your wife and daughter.
Connie!
We've decrypted the intelligence Ros brought back from Moscow.
A Chechen assassin called Tranquility
affiliated to Munzir Hatem is launching an attack on London.
When? Today. 11 am.
Kachimov!
We've become aware of increased communications traffic between
the Mujahadin in Chechnya and persons of interest in Britain.
Our Islamic terrorists are speaking to your Islamic terrorists.
You know him?
He was playing me. He wasn't... offering me intelligence.
He was watching me to see how I'd react, to see how much I knew.
He knew this attack was coming and he did nothing to stop it.
Andy Sullivan is just a side show.
Al Qaeda is planning a spectacular at a Remembrance Service.
A Chechen assassin codenamed Tranquility is launching an operation
at the St Augustus War Memorial today. 11 am.
They're going to kill the parents, the spouses,
and children of British soldiers
who died serving in Iraq and Afghanistan.
We'll be there in 10 minutes. Send the details.
Is it bad? When is it not?
Connie, I'm getting so bored leading these Russians around.
I'm tempted to get out and kill them, just to get it over with.
Have you got an update for me?
Your intelligence led us directly to a terrorist attack on London.
When? Less than half an hour. Have you got a team at the attack site?
They're en route.
Is it Adam?
Connie, is it Adam?
Yes.
Right well, I need to be there.
Send me the details. Ros... I said, I need to be there!
Can you pull over round this corner?
And we honour those who love them in death, as in life.
We feel their loss.
Car keys. Now!
Pocket.
Follow me again,
I'll get REALLY annoyed.
That's her. That's Tranquillity.
You take her down, I'll check out the car.
A poem composed over a century ago,
but which speaks to us still...
So that we can enjoy our today.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row.
We are the dead, short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Loved and were loved and now we lie in Flanders Fields
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands we throw...
The torch be yours so hold it high...
Adam. Harry, it's the car.
It's just one colossal bomb.
Can you disarm it? It's less than two minutes to 11.
It's a digital detonator...
There must be a code to disarm it but it's...it's way too elaborate.
If this goes off, it'll kill everyone in a range of...
Oh, my God...
There's no way I can evacuate the area, not in time.
It'll be a massacre.
..We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
in Flanders Fields.
Malcolm, get me Lucas.
Lucas, Tranquility may have a disarm code, get it.
Adam.
Ros!
Tranquility's that way.
Malcolm, I need to get away from any population centre. I need a location.
There's an open square less than a mile South East.
I'm sending through directions. You've got less than
a minute if Lucas doesn't get that code.
Yes.
Ah! Give me the code!
That's less than 30 seconds, Adam. Less than 30 seconds.
Adam, you're not going to make it. Ditch the car.
If I do that, then people die.
Ditch the car! No! Adam!
Look, he'll make it. It's not far.
Is that her, is that Tranquility?
Too late.
I hope not.
Come on!
Adam, you're almost there.
He's there.
'Malcolm?'
'Malcolm, did he make it?'
Adam Carter is dead.
'Early police reports suggest that the explosion of a car
'in central London this morning was the work of terrorists.
'However if it was a deliberate attack it seems to have failed.
'The sole casualty was the driver of the vehicle,
'believed to be the bomber. Government and palace sources are keen to stress
'that today's Remembrance services, such an important part
'of our national calendar have been entirely unaffected by the incident.'
You OK?
No.
The team are gathered outside.
I know.
Wes is playing rugby today,
expecting his dad to be there.
Somebody bears a terrible responsibility for this. Somebody?
Arkady Kachimov was behind the attack.
Then I think Mr Kachimov should be made to feel some of our pain.
There's no way of dressing this up, Ros.
And I don't care how long it takes or what temperature it's served.
We will have revenge.
I'm coming back to work.
I wish it weren't under these circumstances.
Maybe it had to be.
It's the only way I have to pay my respects.
It's a good way.
No. In some ways, this is a preferable outcome.
They will be unbalanced by shock.
But I think maybe, we should pull things forward a little.
Is it en route?
Good.
Go on, Wes!
In here! Inside!
Go on, Andrew!
Kachimov was responsible for Adam's death.
Here's your chance, take it, now or let him go.
I've tried to eliminate explanations but there might be
an un-identified Russian submarine in British waters.
The damage will be on a scale otherwise achieved only through a nuclear strike.
Adam once said to me revenge is an expression of pain,
pain is weakness, we never show weakness.
Given the chance he'll eat you alive?
He's jealous, he worries for your loyalty, he has to.
Gotta feel sorry for the poor bastard.
Do you trust him? Bring him in. Let's talk.
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