- Home Secretary... - I'm no longer the Home Secretary.
- You're going to leave and let them win? - I'm finished.
A record of a conversation, an Ml6 asset in Islamabad referring to Nightingale.
Connected to a group that met in Basel.
The account that we found in DeWits, the $6 billion.
It's a CIA account. Sarah was at the meeting in Basel.
Walker was on his way to finding that out. He's dead.
I need to talk to her.
What are they doing that needs six billion dollars?
Nightingale have operatives all over the world.
It's the Nightingale account. All the money has gone to Pakistan.
- You're with them. - They'll kill me. It's you or me.
- Who are they? - You have no idea how big they are.
They are taking over.
Goodbye, Lucas.
(Car horns toot)
(Horn toots)
- Aagh! - (Gunshot)
Who is your contact?
Who has infiltrated the group?
Ugh! Aah...
(Siren wails)
(Horn blares)
(Mobile phone rings)
(Still ringing)
(He ends call)
(TV) '... often fuelled by events beyond our borders... '
A Pakistani intelligence officer was stabbed in South London this morning.
- Dickie wants to talk. - Dickie?
Pakistani Intelligence. Mother had a crush on Mountbatten.
Hamid Ahmed, head of Pakistani Inter Services Intelligence Division in the UK.
- AKA Dickie. Ros Myers. - Pleased to meet you.
So who killed your officer?
Before you blame the Indians, they're generally more nuanced.
In the past, maybe. The far right in India is growing.
The leader of the DLU and PLG in Mumbai
has called for Hindu suicide bombers to target Muslims.
Those organisations are nationalist movements.
None have taken root outside India. You say they're bringing the fight here?
Times are hard in your country, views becoming more polarised.
Hindu-Muslim conflict in Asia is sending shockwaves here.
Britain's streets are fertile ground for violence.
What was your man working on?
His asset infiltrated a group of Hindu nationalists.
Over here?
We've got no intelligence on this. Who is your asset?
A student. Ashok Veerkal.
It's a Hindu name, but he's an Indian Muslim.
This Hindu group took Ashok as one of their own?
Exactly. They are led by a young man.
Harish Dhillon.
Dhillon is planning some kind of terror event,
aimed at the Muslim community in London.
And you didn't think we should know about this?
There are two million Muslims in this country and over half a million Hindus.
An event like this could precipitate the kind of unrest
unseen on these shores since the English Civil War.
Your asset is now ours.
I'll have to brief the Home Secretary.
Get the team together. Find out what you can about Harish Dhillon.
Do you think the six billion could be linked to the dead Pakistani officer?
Let's keep an open mind, shall we? Sarah?
- Officially, back at Langley. - Unofficially?
On the run. Could be anywhere in the world.
No point asking the cousins. If she is Nightingale, anyone over there could be.
This organisation has more influence and financial clout than most nation states.
(Mobile phone rings)
- Ros? - Anything at Sarah's?
'We've been through the flat twice. Nothing.'
Leave it. We have a situation.
(Water dripping)
(Sound of water gushing)
Got you.
(Door opens)
- Ah! - Home Secretary.
- Sir Harry. Great to meet you. - How are you?
- Please, take a seat. - Thank you.
- They said it was urgent. - It is rather.
We believe a high-profile attack is being planned
on the Muslim community in this country.
This can't happen. The pressure the country's been under for two years
has exposed its fault lines. If such an attack were allowed to take place...
It won't be, Home Secretary.
No. No, not if everything my predecessor told me about you and your team is true.
Well, he's a generous and a good man.
Then neither of us believe he was corrupt.
Good.
So who is planning this attack? The far right?
Not as we know it.
Then who?
Pakistani Intelligence have given us this man.
Harish Dhillon, British-born, 32,
graduate, sold on his small IT company last month.
Got himself a job as a manager of a sports centre.
Couple of arrests in his early 20s for violent assaults, both on Muslims.
Got a temper then.
Dhillon's flirted with extreme nationalist views since he was a teenager,
but now he's a full-blown extremist.
But it was the beating of his 12-year-old sister by Muslim youths two months ago
that has pushed him over the edge.
She's on life support. It's touch and go whether she'll live.
What do we know about the man that killed the Pakistani intelligence officer?
Victor Chatterjee. Mid-level operative for hire.
More of a facilitator/ organiser than the kind of man to get his hands dirty.
- A linguist and self-styled intellectual. - Hindu or Muslim?
Actually, Protestant. He's Anglo-lndian. The chameleon.
Moves with ease between various religious, ethnic
and linguistic groups in South Asia.
- All things to all men. - Not for much longer by the looks of it.
- Onlookers heard a shot. - Have we checked A&Es?
- Yeah. And the quacks. - Have the police go over the area again.
- What is that in his hand? - A bagh nakh, tiger's claw.
An Indian weapon in use since medieval times. Don't see many these days.
- Not outside of display cabinets. - Thanks, Ruth.
So what's my way in?
Ashok Veerkal, Pakistani asset. Meet him. Find out how dangerous Dhillon is.
What if his handler gave him up to Victor?
We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
- Anything on Sarah's memory stick? - Code protected.
- Tariq's working on it. - Lucas!
Why didn't she kill you?
I don't know.
I don't know anything about her any more.
Except that she was frightened.
- Didn't strike me as the type. - She isn't.
That's how serious these people are, why we need to find her and stop them.
Remember why we're doing this!
A thousand years ago...
Muslim armies swept into India, Europe and the East,
imposed their empire and faith by sword and fire.
Since then, they've been eating away at our Motherland like a cancer
and now they're doing the same thing here.
Who doesn't live in fear of being shoved up against a wall
and searched under anti-terror laws?
Humiliated in front of anyone walking by, in front of your girl!
And pissed-up idiots call you Osama, spit at you on the street.
Because of anything we Hindus have done? No.
- Bolo shri rama Chandra Ki. - Jai!
Because of what Muslims are doing all over the world.
Bolo shri rama Chandra Ki!
- Jai! - Bolo shri rama Chandra Ki!
Jai!
Muslims are not the only ones who will give up everything for what they believe!
- Bolo shri rama Chandra Ki! - Jai!
(All) Jai! Jai! Jai! Jai! Jai! Jai!
Jai! Jai! Jai! Jai! Jai! Jai!
- You opened Sarah's memory stick yet? - I'm still working on it.
- Complicated password. - Complicated girl.
- Aren't they all? - Not that complicated.
She's the only member of Nightingale we know about.
- So stay on it. - Right.
How do I contact this Ashok?
Email. His handler opened an email account.
To contact him, he went online, wrote his message and saved it to "drafts".
- Simple, but effective. - All the rage with al-Qaeda.
Go ahead.
Let's see if he bites.
- Ashok? - Who are you?
- Doesn't matter. I'm here to help you. - You're Ml5.
Where's the Pakistani? He waved me off. Something was wrong.
- He was being cautious. - Where is he?
On his way home. You've been handed over to us.
- I don't get a say in that? - Actually, no.
Right.
Interesting choice.
Right now, you're not in any trouble. Co-operate, you won't be.
All I wanted was a game of football.
These Hindu kids were the only ones who'd give me a game.
White kids won't play with an Asian.
Pakistani kids won't hang out with an Indian.
Just a kickabout. I don't want to hurt anyone.
- How serious is Dhillon? - As a heart attack.
He wants to kill Muslims.
- Could be he likes to talk. - No, he's a doer.
- What's the target? - Plays it tight. Somebody calls him.
- Who? - No idea. They talk in Sanskrit.
Dhillon's a nutter. Arrest him before it's too late.
Someone's running him. I need to know who that is. You need to find out for me.
You're joking, right?
N o N o wa y
Any second, they could find out what I am,
who I really am and kill me.
You think I'd ask you to do this if there was a chance Dhillon suspected you?
Yeah, I do. I read all about what you lot get up to on the internet -
Lady Di taking the minutes at torture sessions.
I'm just a crap footballer, a normal bloke, a nobody. I can't help you.
I think you can.
Come on, let's go.
Normal people like you will die unless we find out
when and where the attack will take place. Women, children.
- Only you can stop this from happening. - No.
When you found out what these boys were doing, you could have walked away.
But you didn't. You stepped up. Why?
If I do this for you, get you what you want, you cut me loose for good.
Make sure nobody else messes with me, Pakistanis, Indians, bloody Martians!
Deal?
Deal. I need the names and numbers of the other boys in Dhillon's group.
It's all in there. Under "football".
- When's the next meet? - Lunchtime. Sports centre.
Dhillon has a controller, someone that calls and speaks to him in Sanskrit.
- We'll need a translator. - There's no one in-house.
Sanskrit's only spoken in a handful of institutions in India.
Try the pre-vetted list.
Names and numbers of the other boys in Dhillon's group.
If the Sanskrit guy calls, trace it and get a team on stand-by to pick him up.
- Ruth, you said Victor was a linguist? - Yeah.
You think Victor's the controller?
He killed Ashok's handler. It fits.
The question is, who's behind Victor? Who's controlling him?
Wait. So it's possible the handler gave Ashok up to Victor before he was killed.
The boy's cover could be blown. You can't send him back.
What if they challenge him? He's just a boy.
We have to put in one of our own people.
The attack's imminent.
Bring Dhillon and the others in.
If Victor's the controller, we must find him.
We have to send him in, get the target from the horse's mouth.
- We have to take that risk. - HE has to take the risk.
A 17-year-old boy has to take the risk.
- Ruth? - It's nothing.
I'd forgotten what it's like here.
People as chess pieces, the mess. That's all. It's nothing.
It's not nothing, Ruth, and I'm glad you're here to remind us of that.
To remind me.
Put this on.
There's a mic in the strap.
And this goes in your ear.
It means we can have a two-way conversation. It won't be visible.
I've got the cavalry with me. First sign of trouble, we'll be in.
Go on.
(Whistle blows)
(Blows full-time whistle)
(Applause)
Well done.
Ashok, try to get Dhillon alone.
Good game. Well done, lads.
Good game.
Girl, huh?
Eat with me.
- Where are you from? - Over there? Punjab. You?
'Same. Kasur.
- 'That's Pakistan now, right? - Hmm.'
My family came over after Partition. They say it was beautiful.
- You've never been? - Muslims live in my grandparents' house.
Sit at their tables, eat rice from their fields.
This thing, it's close now, yeah?
Easy...
- Scared? - Me? No.
I mean, these Muslims, they have to be shown, right?
We have to make a stand. It has to be done.
You have doubts, though.
I see it in your eyes sometimes.
'Lt's all right. I had them too.'
Before...
...what happened to my sister.
Even after what happened to Kiran,
I didn't know what to do with the way I felt.
But I was lucky.
I met somebody. He showed me the way.
'Destiny.'
Right?
Your destiny too.
Come. Let me show you the way.
All right, lads, see you next week, yeah? All right.
Boys, come. We've got business.
'Ruth, I'm not happy with this. Dhillon's on the move.'
Copy that, Lucas.
Yes! I'm into Sarah's memory stick.
"Godse." Open it.
- What is it? - Reciprocal cipher. Substitution code.
I thought this girl was complicated.
Each number is a letter, but she's offset it by 13 spaces.
Victor - it's Dhillon's controller.
Pull everything else off the memory stick.
Victor's name. It's on Sarah Caulfield's memory stick, listed under "Godse".
- The Hindu nationalist who shot Gandhi. - Victor's working with Sarah.
Then Dhillon, these boys and the attack are all part of Nightingale's plan.
They're provoking this race hatred, creating terrorists for their own ends.
OK, this is a Steyr MPi 69, 9-millimetre.
Trespass trap. Crap!
No, no, no!
(Beep)
The clip holds 39-mil rounds.
The magazine's inserted in the pistol grip like so.
Watch out because the ejector cases spit out fast from the right.
Ashok, don't piss yourself, man. The gun ain't even loaded.
(Dhillon) Get a feel for it. Pass it round.
(Clicks)
Pow!
Wait...
'Stay calm. I've got your back.'
I've got something else:
These two numeric codes under Victor's name are dates.
- The day of the attack and the day after. - Two dates?
- Two attacks. - Victor's running two cells.
But only he knows the members of the second cell and their target.
(Clicks)
If we pull Dhillon now,
we lose any chance of finding Victor or stopping Nightingale.
If both attacks are in a public place, God knows how many lives are at risk!
Call off CO19.
- Tomorrow morning. - 'Ashok, we need the target.'
- We leave from here at ten. - What's the target?
- That'll wait... - Burton Street mosque.
'OK, Ashok, we're coming in.'
(Ruth) 'Lucas, there's a second cell. Pull back. Pull back.'
(Lucas) 'Change of plan. We're standing down. Keep your nerve.'
We're all committed now.
No wonder we're facing unprecedented action by Hindu nationalists.
- Nightingale's stirred it up. - What's their game?
Attacks in the UK, six billion transferred to an unknown destination in Pakistan.
Chinese involvement, the Home Secretary forced from office.
- And we're still missing pieces. - That's what worries me. What's next?
We need to find Victor. If he's still alive.
(Groans)
Agh, agh!
Tariq?
- Everything on the memory stick deleted. - What's this?
Maybe I can pull off enough fragments of the file I was opening to reconstitute it.
- Anything from GCHQ? - No chatter about an attack.
- I said it wasn't the usual suspects. - Victor?
Still nothing from the hospitals or the morgues.
To cash the fat cheque from Nightingale, he has to look for medical attention.
- The police are still searching the area. - Friends, family, anyone could help him?
Victor Chatterjee. Only child.
Both parents dead. Family had extensive lands in India
but they lost everything when we left in '47.
As Anglo-lndians, they were associated with British rule.
Nationalists considered them collaborators.
He's a loner. Nothing to live for and nothing to lose.
So where the hell is he?
(Door bangs open)
Anyone in here?
(Glass cracks)
All right, mate, tell me what's happened.
Agh!
Ugh... Ugh! Ah!
(ln Sanskrit)
The Sanskrit expert is here.
Lucas, let's put him through his paces.
(Conversation in Sanskrit plays)
He references the age of Kali,
a time in which the right hand will deceive the left and the left the right...
When men of lies teach truth and the old betray the innocence of the young.
- Eight years' reading sabbatical. - What else?
He tells the younger man there is something wrong with one of his people.
- Name? - No name.
- Does he have a clue as to his identity? - I don't think he knows.
What do you mean, "think"?
This language is like a woman, a thing of beauty, many shades.
Charming.
Lucas!
Dhillon's only got five boys to choose his traitor from,
so we send in your boy blind or...
Tell him there's a one in five chance Dhillon is going to cut his throat.
He's scared to death as it is. But if they expose him, they'll run for cover.
We'll lose any chance of preventing the second attack.
I'll have to go back to Ashok.
Ashok...
Don't look round. I need you to go back in there.
You said you'd take them in. What's the problem?
You're always busting in on Asians during the night!
We need to let this run for a bit longer. Find out who's controlling Dhillon.
Something's wrong. He suspects me. He wants to meet at the centre in an hour.
- He never calls himself. - Could be anything. Go.
Go? Are you for real? I've got other plans, like staying alive!
You know the target, the time. We had a deal.
If you don't go, he'll know we're on to him.
He's going to kill me. I live with my parents.
Shit, I'm 17, I haven't done anything yet! I'm out of here...
You'll be at that sports centre in one hour.
Or what?
Or a few Asians will be dragged out of bed tonight,
starting with your mum and dad!
You, the Pakistani, Dhillon, you're all the same.
Different flag, different god, same game, playing with people's lives.
Who the hell do you think you are?
Whoever I need to be to get this job done, to save those lives.
What about my life? In the big balance of things, that ain't worth shit, yeah?
I won't let Dhillon hurt you. You have my word.
That means something, does it, the word of a liar?
If anything happens, I will know. You'll wear a wire.
Then what? You come charging in to save me? Like before?
Yeah. Like the Lone Ranger.
If you're the masked white hero, what does that make me? Tonto?
Thousands of lives are at stake. Be there.
I need you to hijack a mobile phone.
Stick with me, you'll never pay for calls again.
(Ashok) 'Are you out there, Liar Man? You'd better have my back on this.'
I have it.
Tariq? All good?
No worries.
(Whispering)
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What's up?
Problem.
Yeah?
Somebody's playing both sides, bruv.
N o wa y
Kamlesh thinks it's you.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Know what? He's right.
I'm Muslim.
'Ml5 are listening to every word we say.'
You're all under arrest. Assume the position.
'You were the only one interested in the target.'
Why was that, Ashok, huh? Hmm?
If I'm going to die, I want to know where, what for.
There's one way we can sort this out. If he's Muslim, he's cut.
- Anyone seen that boy in the shower? - Drop your pants.
- I don't want to scare anyone. - Drop them.
He's circumcised. They'll know he's Muslim and kill him.
- Tariq, I need that phone now. - Nearly there.
(Mobile phone rings)
- Turn your phones off. - (Lucas) 'Ashok, get him to answer it.'
- Turn it off. - I'm trying to. It won't shut down.
- 'Make him answer it or you'll die.' - Nerves, is it, Kamlesh?
- Something you're hiding? - Answer it.
- This thing's busted. - Answer it!
Tariq...
- Got it. - On speaker.
Ashok?
- Let's all have a listen, hmm? - Do it.
- Dhillon, look... - Do it.
Hello?
'As-salaam alaikum, brother. What happened at the meet? '
- Give me that. - Do you have the target?
Give me that.
- It's a set-up... - Now!
Who's this?
(Line goes dead)
- What's this, Kam? - I don't know what that is.
What do you mean, you don't know? This is your mobile!
(Both shout over each other)
This is your mobile! What do you mean, you don't know what this is?
(Gunshot)
I shouldn't have doubted you.
We stay here tonight.
- We killed him. - We had no choice. It was him or Ashok.
- Still, I... - Tariq!
They were going to kill innocent people.
Where are we on the Burton Street mosque?
The board have been briefed. CO19 will be in place.
We have eyes on Dhillon and the others overnight.
- When they move, we'll be waiting. - Good.
Lucas, I want you on them with a team when they leave the sports centre.
Tariq, you or suitable cover with the Professor in case Victor contacts Dhillon.
We've got nothing until he makes that call.
I'll take the first shift with the Professor. You get some rest.
- Anything on Victor? - Dhillon's 12-year-old sister Kiran.
One of the boys that did it.
He wanted to be seen.
Victor Chatterjee.
Was in a car parked across the street when the attack on the girl took place.
If I was a less moral woman, if I was looking for a right-wing Hindu,
somebody prepared to carry out an atrocity and there wasn't one...
You'd make one.
Dhillon's been manipulated from the start.
Nightingale's played him. We can use that.
We can't risk pulling in Dhillon. We're still unsighted on the second attack.
If we don't find Victor, hundreds, possibly thousands of people will die.
Nightingale knows an attack will have repercussions
that will lead to chaos and more deaths.
We have to let this one run, Ruth.
It's the right call. Really.
(He recites mantra quietly)
Coffee?
No, thank you.
My brother fought with the Indian National Army during the last world war.
Against the British.
He was manipulated by the Japanese
into thinking that by fighting the British, they could liberate India.
In that sense, he is not so very different from this Dhillon.
If I had been there when he took his commitment...
...perhaps I could have persuaded him to take another course.
Dhillon's a terrorist.
Your brother wore a uniform.
And yet you executed him.
Do not underestimate this Victor. He is a Bengali.
They are many things, but above all, they are poets
for whom love and hate are worth dying for.
- Anything yet? - (Tariq) 'Nothing.'
- (Lucas) 'Dover Four? ' - No, nothing.
(Ruth) 'Still no communication from Victor.'
They're late.
- They're out. - (Starts engine)
- What's with the bags? - You'll see.
They're on the move.
If Victor calls, I'll be with the Professor. Keep me updated.
Sure.
(Mobile phone rings)
Tariq...
(ln Sanskrit)
Got him. Victor's at Hellsdene Street. That's as close as I can get.
- What did he say to Dhillon? - They are to visit another place.
'Lucas, Burton Street mosque is no longer the target. Maintain visual.'
(Tyres screech)
Shit! Ros, we've lost them.
- The target's changed. - Take Victor.
Evacuate every mosque within a mile radius of Burton Street.
Talk to me, Ashok. He's switched the attack. I need you to get the new target.
What's going down?
Nothing to worry about.
Be patient, bruv.
Shit!
'Tariq, I'm on Hellsdene Street.
- 'Can you give me any more? - North end.'
Ugh!
You dropped your potato peeler.
I want both targets.
What's so important to you that you couldn't risk going to hospital, Victor?
Hmm? What's worth dying for?
Not Nightingale.
You're just the hired help.
Not the money. That's no good to a dead man, is it?
This is about revenge, isn't it?
Half my family's lands were left in East Pakistan.
Half in India.
Muslims on one side, Hindus on the other.
Both sides tore everything from us.
This is about justice.
The second attack is Muslims on Hindus.
Send him over!
What do you threaten a man with who isn't afraid to die?
Over here, Dickie!
Pakistani Intelligence.
I believe you murdered one of his officers yesterday.
Dickie will make sure you get to see a doctor.
Of course. You will need to be in a tip-top condition
- to survive in Karachi Central Jail. - There you have it.
You tell me the targets, I leave you here to die.
Don't tell me,
I make sure you live.
A Protestant in Karachi Jail? A fate worse than death!
All yours, Dickie.
Wait.
- You cannot stop the first attack now. - Where is it?
Taverstock Park College.
'Muslim Sixth Form College on Wavell Road.'
- (Ros) 'Lucas? ' - On my way.
And the second cell?
Come on, Victor. You'll get everything you want from the first attack.
You've got your revenge.
A rented house. 17 Hastings Way.
Ruth, the second cell's at 17 Hastings Way.
Take him away.
- You said he was ours. - I lied. Goes with the territory.
Next time you get wind of something like this,
make sure you have Harry Pearce on speed dial.
- (Ruth) 'ETA, Lucas? ' - Two minutes away.
(Phone rings)
Yeah. CO19 won't go into the college. They're only dealing with the second cell.
Get me the Home Secretary.
(Gunfire and screaming)
Home Secretary.
Home Secretary, we have a problem. CO19...
'I know, Harry. I gave the order not to intervene. We're going to negotiate.'
We believe Dhillon intends to kill those girls.
I'm sorry. I can't risk a British Beslan.
(Gunfire and screaming)
If Hindu nationalists murder those girls,
the repercussions will tear this country apart.
I know, but if those girls are caught in the crossfire, cut down by CO19 bullets,
Muslim teenagers murdered by British police officers on my order, what then?
M ove M ove
Out!
Move it!
(Screaming)
'Either way we play this, people will die.'
But if the government is responsible for the deaths of those girls,
we lose the trust of every ordinary Muslim in this country
and we lose any chance of stopping the bloodshed once it begins.
'CO19 are dealing with the Muslim cell at Hastings Way.'
'I am doing as much as I can, Harry.
'Trust me.'
CO19 say you have a man in there.
- He's en route, yes. - 'Stop him and wait for negotiators.'
Absolutely.
(Tyres screech)
- Where the hell are CO19? - 'They've been stood down, Lucas.'
- I'm going in. - 'No, Lucas! '
- Dhillon will kill Ashok. - Lucas...
Harry, I gave him my word.
Get up. Get up!
Leave her alone!
- What are you doing? - Shut up! Get back!
- No, let her speak. - Your problem has nothing to do with us.
- You let them make you wear this! - I'm proud of who I am!
- Say it again. Say it again! - Let her go!
I said, "Let her go."
What?
Go!
Go, go.
This is wrong.
Whatever you believe, this has to be wrong.
You betrayed us. You let Kamlesh die in your place. Who are you?
A Muslim.
You shared my food. You ate with me!
These girls have done nothing. Let them go.
Open up the other bags.
In a short time from now when the world is watching and this place burns
and we die with them in a purifying fire, brothers, are you with me?
- Easy! - Stay there!
(Lucas) I just want to talk to Dhillon.
See?
'I'm unarmed.'
Stay there. I will shoot.
- No, you won't. - Get back, I said. I will shoot you.
'I'm not joking. I will shoot you. I'll shoot you! '
- I'll not stop. I'll walk right past you. - I'll shoot you!
- You're not going to fire that weapon. - Get back!
By our offering, everyone will know that we the Hindus are their ally
in the fight against the evil plague of Islam.
Stay calm, I'm unarmed!
- Ml5. What do you think you're doing? - Making a stand.
- Against schoolgirls? - Against Muslims.
He's not with us, but our enemy's the same.
Is that what he told you? No.
We hate Hindus as much as we hate Muslims.
What the hell is he doing? Is he goading him?
'Don't tell me you've forgotten the Raj - divide and rule.'
We set you on each other like dogs.
Hindu against Muslim, Muslim against Hindu.
Islam has been the enemy of the Hindutva for 1,000 years.
And here you are, still at it. We did a bang-up job, don't you think?
Drop your weapons.
Please tell me you're not buying what he's selling. What is this masterplan?
Torture a few Muslim girls
and we embrace you in the crusade against Islam?
- He knows nothing! - No? How about this for something?
Victor Chatterjee, your recruiter
and the man who put your sister on a life support machine. Same person.
Lies. Don't listen. He's lying.
A few days between your sister's attack and Victor contacting you. Coincidence?
Dhillon, we've got him on CCTV smiling as those kids beat the shit out of her.
No, you don't! No, you don't!
'Victor planned the whole thing, Dhillon.'
- Ssh... - No!
So are you going to stake your lives on this man's say-so?
Or their lives?
Face it.
You've all been played.
- Go, get out! - Ashok, no!
- Bal, Bal! - No, wait!
(Shouting and screaming)
Bal, do it, do it!
- (Gunfire) - Aaagh!
(Screaming)
Let her go! You've got less than a second to light it
before this bullet impacts your brain!
- Wait... - Stay out of this!
Let me speak to him.
Go on.
- When I first played football with you... - Stay away!
Do as he says!
...I felt I belonged.
Then I found out all this other stuff, all this hate.
We're from the same place.
- Same blood. - You're a Muslim.
My people chose to pray a different way
because they believed that was the right way.
Who knows? We are still brothers.
All I'm saying is see this for what it is.
Destiny.
Take the shot, Lucas.
Strike that now and you are no different to those kids who strap on bombs.
You become what you hate.
Whoever this Victor is, he chose you because you care.
He saw that was your weakness.
But caring, that can be a strength too, yeah?
This girl's, what, two, three years older than your sister?
Open your eyes.
Those guys who did your sister in, you do not want to be like them.
Do you? You don't want to be like them. Just let her go. It's OK.
You don't want to... It's OK.
OK...
Wait, wait, wait. Wait there! Wait there!
- Don't do it, brother! - I'm going to do it!
- Don't do it! - I will, I will!
- Brother, please, don't do it! - You stay there! I will, I will, I will!
(He sobs)
(Sobs uncontrollably)
(Lucas) 'Ros, it's over.'
Thank you, Lucas.
(Phone rings)
Thank you.
The Home Secretary wants to see you.
Thank you.
Victor played him like you played me.
Liar Man!
We've let it be known
that a boy involved in the school attack was dating a girl there.
And the second cell,
the Muslim extremists Victor set up for the attack tomorrow?
In custody. We're letting it play that al-Qaeda sponsored the attack.
- Which is what they believe. - What was the target?
A Hindu temple.
We had a close shave today.
Yes.
And you believe that Victor Chatterjee was behind the whole thing?
We're looking into it, but yes, I believe so, Home Secretary.
Good.
Any particular reason you lied to him about all this being down to Victor?
I prefer to think of it as an equivocation.
I think Nightingale drove his predecessor from office.
You think Lawrence could be theirs?
Anything can happen. Never trust an overnight success.
Not trusting the boss. Not a position we can sustain for any length of time.
We can't take any chances. Not against an enemy like this.
(TV) 'We're seeking to confirm initial reports
'of a series of global terror attacks by isolated groups of Muslims and Hindus
'in both the US and continental Europe... '
There have been simultaneous attacks in the US and Holland.
'Riots have been widespread whilst here in London,
'police have arrested what appears to be a Muslim terror cell
'in what could be a connected event. Tensions are running high... '
This was never about the UK. This is global.
Nightingale, the final pieces falling into place.
'Following the unexpected death
'of Pakistan's military chief Jaffar Hasni in a road accident yesterday,
'his replacement General Azim Ali
'has condemned the attacks on Muslim targets... '
It's him. Ali. He's on Sarah's memory stick.
'... concern in the light of his right-wing and outspoken... '
He's theirs. Nightingale's man is running the Pakistani army.
They're forcing India and Pakistan into open conflict.
Or worse. Nuclear war?
'... 1999 nuclear doctrine stating
'lndia will not be the first to initiate a nuclear strike, but will respond
'with punitive retaliation, should deterrence fail.'
These talks are our last chance to end this crisis peacefully.
That's more important than my relationship with any politician.
I want peace. I came here for peace, Andrew. Believe me.
The clock on the laptop. It's a detonator.
I need to see Sir Harry Pearce now.
We have no word on the precise whereabouts
of the Pakistani President or the Home Secretary, believed to be in the building.
We must find them. If the Pakistani President dies, it's war.
- Get me the Met Commander. - It's chaos down there.
I've got a security situation. No idea who's friend and who's foe.
- Any sign of Ros and Lucas? - No.
You have to bail!
(Screams)
Ros, Lucas? Speak to us.