这个节目包含 一些猛烈场面
世界新秩序的谈话。 那是多么严肃这些人是。
那就是为什么我们需要 找到她并阻止他们。
你只是打算离开 让他们赢? 我写完了。
'在内政大臣辞职的 和信赖的贪污指控,
'我们问,安全 服务的一部分,掩盖了吗?”
南丁格尔是激动人心的事情 起来。 但什么是地狱呢?地狱是他们的比赛吗?
如果我们进去,它会猛增 他们有Ros。迈尔斯
这是正确的决断。
我唯一遗憾的是关于死亡的不 被周围知道是什么感觉。
英国内政大臣和 巴基斯坦总统仍
该建筑物内，我们不能 实际上，移动，并让他们出来？ 有我们没有点都死于。
Not really part of the job description.
我要回到罗斯
布莱斯特谁可以unconcern'dly 找到几个小时，几天，
和年幻灯片软了， 身体健康，平和的心态，
安静的一天，
健全夜间睡眠;
研究和易用性一起mix'd ; 甜美的休闲，和天真，
Which most does please, with meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world,
and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
I can't believe she chose this place.
It's not really very Ros somehow, is it?
An enigma till the last.
You know, she once told me that friends and lovers were overrated. She only really liked colleagues.
"Liked" might be a bit strong.
I need to talk to you. And I you.
A turn around the grounds?
I feel like she's trying to tell us something.
Like this is what was missing from her life.
Marry me, Ruth.
Harry, this is neither the time nor the place...
This is exactly the time and the place. It's the funeral.
It's made you emotional.
No, it's made me see clearly.
Ros gave everything to this country.
And six people came to say goodbye to her.
Six people, Ruth.
I don't want that for myself.
And I don't want that for you.
Oh, Harry, God, your timing...
Timing is nothing. Timing means everything.
It took you one second to ask me to marry you.
Do you know that in the years gone by, there have been,
thousands of moments in which if you'd asked me the same question, I'd have said yes, always.
But now, after the choices you've...
I can't, Harry.
What did you want to talk to me about?
No, it can wait.
No.
We move on from this.
Um...Nightingale conspirators.
They buried their trails deeper than I've ever seen.
But last night, we came up with something.
He was part of the inner circle, Harry.
He gave the order to bomb the hotel.
But...they smeared him, they forced him to resign.
It was a smokescreen. Everything's in there.
Ever feel like you just can't go on, Ruth?
Can't go on...
must go on.
DOORBELL RINGS
It's only 30 years old, but it should be quaffable.
This is a surprise! Come in.
Forgive the haste.
It's cold here.
Cold, remote and forbidding. Bliss.
So are you rattling around this place all alone?
Not for long, sadly.
Julia and her sister come up tomorrow.
How are you, Harry?
I mean, really? I'll be all the better for this.
To Ros.
Mmm, highly quaffable.
I wanted to ask you.
Was there anything I could do for Ros?
Some recognition I could procure for all the work she did?
Well, come on, man, make yourself at home.
You've still got your gloves on.
I don't suppose it's worth my calling for help,
making myself sick, anything like that.
How did you find out?
Ruth.
That dogged, brilliant bitch.
Will it hurt, Harry?
Not for long.
My family?
It'll look like a heart attack.
There'll be no disgrace.
Thank you.
I'm truly sorry about Ros.
Even if the plan had worked, I would have regretted her sacrifice.
And...
You know, I always liked you, Harry.
I envied you, actually.
Your sure moral sense.
The thing is, though,
that kind of certainty limits a man.
Keeps him small.
That's why you'll never have what I had with Nightingale.
The chance, even for just one moment, to really change everything.
You'll never know what that's like.
HE WHEEZES
I'm about to board.
'Alpha One,'
I don't need to remind you how dangerous this man is.
He's Al-Qaeda's head of African Operations. Be careful.
Got you on the ship's GPS.
Bon voyage.
What's with the prostitute, Captain?
Do you like the blonde? Oh, mate, don't even get me started on blondes.
I was told no women and children on this boat. Are you trying to start a riot or something?
Mr O'Hare, I can't deny my men a chance to make some extra money.
She'll fetch a couple of thousand at the other end.
Good luck.
Thank you.
Sir Harry.
The man, the myth, the legend.
Home Secretary. Please.
Good lumbar support.
My only vice. Amongst others. I trust you can provide a receipt.
Yes.
It does makes one rather nostalgic for the days
of lining one's office with mink at the taxpayer's expense.
Still, knife crime down 2%.
Probably just the honeymoon period, sadly. Well, make the most of it.
Reintroduce slavery and invade Belgium.
I do hope we're going to get on, Sir Harry,
despite your links to the Ancien Regime.
I have no political affiliations, Home Secretary.
I have greater matters in hand.
Ah, well. The ship has been righted, at long last.
Our noble coalition at the helm.
Now, why do we have to raise the threat level?
Hussein Abib.
Rising Al-Qaeda star.
Former Somali warlord.
He's well resourced, and enjoys a reputation for brutality.
And we have intel that he's now planning an attack in the UK.
His martyrdom video states that he wants to
"strike at the heart of British power."
But we think we've found him on a ship sailing out of Morocco.
We've decided to take a pre-emptive stance and nip it in the bud.
I'm talking about a kill order. Well, good luck.
Of course, you'll keep all of this well away from UK territory.
Anything else?
Just this.
It's my resignation.
I know you were close to Ros Myers...
Her death is just one of many reasons, Home Secretary.
And of course, your appointment has no bearing on my decision.
It feels like the appropriate moment.
Listen, Harry. As I ease into my dotage, I've realised that everything in life is about timing,
from sex to the golf swing.
So I'm not going to pick up that envelope yet.
We'll just let it percolate for a few days.
As you wish, Home Secretary.
Yes, everything's cool, everything's set, everything's fun, OK?
It'll be good fun, OK?
Yeah, all right.
Tell you what, mate, if she's clean I'll give you 50
for a couple of hours with her.
Hey! You don't talk to her, eh? She's clean. And she stays clean.
Come on, mate. You can't bring a woman onboard and expect to keep her all to yourself.
No, please.
Oh, I think she's got a soft spot for you.
HE COUGHS
The former Home Secretary's autopsy came through, Harry.
Heart attack.
How sad.
Not really.
Harry, I've got Lucas.
Go ahead, Alpha One. Abib's on board.
Eyeball confirmation.
Are we a go? Complete the operation.
And Lucas, the assassination has to happen whilst you're in international waters.
Understood.
Captain.
Fresh from the Captain's table.
What's that woman doing on board?
Your orders were to keep to a minimum.
We can't afford any collateral.
The crew get a cut of the sale. The old captain allowed it.
If I'd have said no, they may have rejected me.
I don't like it, but that's how it works.
Fine, but after we've done this, I want that girl off this ship.
Of course. Extra ammo and suppressor.
They're in cabin six, upper deck C.
I'll call a crew meeting in two minutes to make sure you don't run into anybody.
You'll have time to get rid of the body.
You know, sir, I could have taken care of this myself.
Walk before you can run, Dimitri.
Er, and Abib had a container loaded on board.
I've tried to check it, but it's been welded shut.
Can't be good, right?
Let's deal with Abib first.
I think that's everything.
No, please. I'm not going to hurt you.
What are you doing down here? Do you speak English? Hmm? Russian?
HE SPEAKS RUSSIAN
Please, please, I run, I go...
No, listen. You need to go back to your cabin. Now.
SPEAKS RUSSIAN
SHOUTING
Shit! Down, down.
Pirates. Let's go back. Come on.
Our company will pay good money for us. As long as you don't hurt us.
Who are these people? No-one, just passengers.
You had a gun.
Why? Why do you think?
Protection from people like you.
LAUGHS
A gangster, and his whore.
Do not waste ammunition.
Cut them. Throw them overboard.
What are you doing?
It doesn't make any sense to kill him.
If he's a gangster, there's money in it for you.
You first.
Who are you?
Private contractor.
I'm assuming you're security services?
Help me conceal these bodies.
There's only one thing on this boat worth tracking.
I'm assuming you and your... pimp are onto Abib.
So how do you think these guys fit in? Are they just pirates?
Let's hope so.
You're coming with me and you're going to do exactly what you're told, is that clear?
I just saved your life.
Let's move.
(You can't think about taking them on. There's too many).
I need you to go to my cabin.
B Deck, cabin three. There's a Satphone under the bunk mattress.
Dial ##*05.
Whoever picks up, give them the emergency contact protocol - cobalt seven.
Ask to speak to Harry Pearce.
Get him to assess and advise.
Why don't you go? Because I'm not taking my eyes off my colleague.
And you're slightly less likely to be shot than I am.
Bring the phone back with you.
Why do you need the crane? Are you opening a container?
Harry. Emergency contact from the Hanover Star.
Lucas or Dimitri? Neither.
This is Harry Pearce.
'Mr Pearce, my name is Beth Bailey'.
I'm a private security contractor surveilling Hussein Abib's organisation.
'The Hanover Star has been boarded by pirates.
'It's not yet clear if there's any connection with Abib.
'Your lead operative'
is trying to rescue his colleague, who's being held at gunpoint.
Do we trust this? Well, she used all the right protocols.
Ms Bailey, tell my officer to abort his primary mission.
'Then I want all of you off that boat.
'We'll alert the relevant navy. Thank you for your assistance.' Understood.
They'll be all right, Harry.
That'll be all, Ruth.
Abib, my brother.
Shalom.
I spoke to your people. You're to abort the primary mission and get off the ship.
We need captain and engineer only.
Wait! If you kill any more of my men, I won't pilot the ship.
I swear to you. And I swear to you.
I kill someone every minute you do not do your job.
Starting with this passenger.
OK, OK! You killed him.
Not me.
Lock them up.
Turn off the GPS and bring me the Satphone.
Once I've finished, activate the signal jammer.
Whoa! GPS signal just died.
Redflash Lucas on the Satphone.
Signal's blocked. Alert the Admiralty.
We're too low in the water. I need to go and check something.
What is it? The ballast pump must have failed. I need to fix it.
Or we could capsize.
Come on. I need to do it now.
I need my tools.
Don't touch anything in the engine room.
Ballast pumps are very dangerous.
This is it.
Hey. What's happening down there? Why did they kill those men?
What's she doing here? It's OK.
They're not pirates. They're with Abib. He's their leader.
Hijacking the ship is part of a plan.
And I found out what was in his container. Explosives. A lot.
Shit.
I need to notify the Grid. You can't. They've jammed all the signals and turned off the GPS.
We're invisible. You need to get off the boat and get out of jammer range.
I'll stay. No. No way. We all go.
If we all go, we lose the boat and we leave Abib alone with a floating bomb.
Look, if I stay, I may have a chance to stop the ship before it gets anywhere near land.
You go, get help. Besides, they need me to sail this thing.
They're not going to hurt me.
Not yet. You know this is the right option.
Cause a diversion, get Abib's men off the deck, and I'll release the lifeboat locks. All right.
One more thing. I overheard Abib on the phone to someone. "Talwar".
Sounded like someone important.
Abib told him he could "begin".
I think they're mounting an operation. Go!
I'm done.
BEEPING
Fire. The engine room.
You want to die?
HE SPEAKS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE
You stay here.
Quickly!
The passengers, why did you help them escape?
Don't look at me.
Sail the ship.
Anything else, you die.
The pirates are loyal to Abib,
and that ship is now packed with explosives.
Headed for the UK? It's likely, given his previous threats.
With the navigation systems offline, it will be impossible to tell where she's headed.
And Dimitri said he overheard Abib talking on a Satphone to someone called "Talwar".
I think they're planning some sort of coordinated attack.
We'll look into it. Tariq, cross-reference everything we have on Abib with this "Talwar".
Dimitri's still on board.
We couldn't have escaped without him. He's going to try and scuttle the ship.
But there's a patrol boat leaving shortly. I want to go back.
No. Let the Navy do their job.
If there's the chance of an attack here, we need you.
Thumb a ride on a Hercules. I need you back on the Grid, Lucas. Be safe.
We need a list of possible targets along the south coast.
Start with the naval bases.
If that ship gets into harbour, it could destroy a whole city.
And our newest recruit is on board.
Talwar is a codename of a of a high level Al-Qaeda computer hacker,
thought to be behind the breach of the Pentagon mainframe last year.
The CIA have been trying to flush him out of the SWAT Valley since February.
And he's working with Abib? Is he running this op?
Impossible to say.
But I've got a potential target,
new aircraft carrier being launched by the Queen in Plymouth tomorrow.
Thousands of people, head of state, military significance. It's Abib's dream target.
GCHQ has been intercepting all Abib's communications for the last 15 months and the problem is,
Abib's private communications are heavily coded, so it takes weeks to break them. We don't have weeks.
If Tariq's right about Plymouth, thousands are at risk.
We need to know what these two are saying to each other.
It's the only way we'll find out if that's where the ship's heading.
Look, don't worry about Dimitri.
He was SBS. They...fight sharks for fun. Does it ever stop?
It's not your fault, Harry.
Any chance of a lift back to London?
I'm sorry about your colleague, but it's exactly why
people like you shouldn't get involved with things this. My company has 30 years' experience.
Please stop patronising me. We're in the same field, buddy.
You think?
Right now my colleague is alone at gunpoint, risking his life
to protect his country on a ship loaded with explosives. You?
You're a profiteer.
You exploit death, violence and misery for money.
I reckon you can afford your own plane ticket.
I've just been undercover as a penniless prostitute.
Thank you.
Stop the ship.
Go.
You too.
Have you cracked the code? Not exactly.
Each message between Abib and Talwar has a different, dynamic signature.
I have to trawl the non-indexed deep web to construct a cypher.
It requires a lot of computing power. Takes time.
And you're waiting for?
Well...I could send out a worm to temporarily hijack a thousand of the public's personal computers.
Harness their power together, and we can do it. Downsides?
Besides massive illegality, computers across the country
will grind to a halt, and we may corrupt some files here and there.
So the country will have to struggle on without pornography and Minesweeper for a couple of hours.
Do it.
Harry, I've been reading Talwar's unsecured public posts on known AQ forums.
I might have found something. Sometimes his, his Arabic is really off.
Odd phrases consistent with someone translating from English. We don't even know his nationality.
Well, um, he talks a lot about the mountains having to move,
avoiding the CIA... nothing specific, obviously.
But twice, he mentions watching the sun rise, the usual dawn of a global Islamic caliphate business.
And? Well, the sunrise times don't corroborate with the Middle East. They're Greenwich Meantime.
That could place him in any other English-speaking country in our timezone. Yes, of course.
But then look here. March 11th. Talwar apologises for not posting.
His internet was down because of a thunderstorm.
The only place with a localised thunderstorm that afternoon was the south-east of England.
I think he's here, Harry. In London.
I think he's always been here.
Shalom.
'Preparations are already well underway in Plymouth for the launch of HMS Endurance,
'the newest addition to the Royal Navy's fleet.
'The type 45 Destroyer...'
It's good to have you back.
Any news on Dimitri? No.
Navy patrols are still searching.
A sky full of satellites, and yet a 30,000 tonne cargo ship full of explosives and heading this way
can apparently disappear into the Atlantic Ocean.
We're on to Talwar, though, the Al-Qaeda computer hacker who's Abib's contact.
We think he may be in London, co-ordinating this end of the operation. Tariq?
The cypher's working. But they've been cautious. Even within this encryption,
Abib and Talwar don't talk about the operation explicitly. This is my "I want some good news" face.
Talwar's servers are somewhere in the Middle East.
He accesses them using a super shadow proxy. This is cutting-edge stuff, it's very cool.
It masks where he really is by bouncing his communications across the world, untraceable.
But this thing's data packet is pretty unique.
If we can get a new message direct from Talwar, I think I can find him.
Contact Talwar using Abib's private code.
Pose as a friend. Get him to respond.
Tell him the success of the attack is dependent on that response.
Theo, I'm not a ship's captain.
I'm British Security Services.
What?! We need to take control of this ship,
but to do that, I'm going to need your help.
They are your enemies, not mine.
Put them on.
Did Talwar bite? It's been 12 minutes. No reply yet.
We posed as one of the pirates.
Told him Abib was injured during the hijacking and needs to pass on
an urgent message about the ship's payload. Come on, you bastard.
We need to stop that ship.
Where did all your friends go? This journey is not for them.
Set a new course.
What's at Plymouth?
You think they will let you get near the port?
You do not speak!
All this effort to be blown out of the water five miles off the coast?
That's not a martyr's death, it's not even a coward's death. It's an idiot's death!
What do you know about dying for a cause, Captain?
We've got a reply. It's Talwar.
Tracing the data packet...
..forcing a reverse IP reveal.
The IP resolves to West London. Let me narrow it down.
It's registered to Graham Francis Hall, 44.
IT consultant, born in Leeds, no criminal record.
Not your typical Al-Qaeda profile.
Ah, he converted to Islam in '92. Wife Khalida, born Pakistan.
Daughter Aala, aged 17. That's all we've got.
He's been careful. Well, you would.
Tariq, get me the address.
64 Lyntall Street, W12.
I'll scramble a level seven armed response team.
Tell CO19 I'll meet them there.
OK. You.
HE CLICKS HIS FINGERS Here.
Kneel.
All unbelievers cry in the face of death.
Wait!
This plan is already over. How many innocent people have you killed for this failure?
And all the innocents your godless leaders have killed across the Muslim world?
What was the point of their deaths, Captain? I don't know. Maybe none.
But why do this? You're a man of faith, aren't you?
I am! But I am also a father who watched his homeland abandoned by the West. Left to rot.
Do you want us in your country or not? You don't even know, do you?
Who are you?
GUN FIRES
Stop the ship.
Protocol six, cloud six egret.
Get me Harry Pearce.
The Hanover Star! Back online! Harry, it's Dimitri!
Alpha Two?
Abib's dead.
Hanover Star is stopped 26 miles south-south-west of Plymouth.
Navy should be with us any minute. Ruth...
tell Lucas and CO19 to stand down.
Talwar is now the most valuable AQ intelligence source we've had in years.
Put a triple A full surveillance package on him, then double it.
What about the other pirates, Alpha Two? 'They seem to be gone. I need to search the ship,'
check that those explosives won't go off any time soon.
You all right? Yeah, just a scratch, I'll be fine.
Glad to hear it. Liaise with the Navy, then get back here.
What's the matter?
It worked out. Danger averted. Dimitri's safe.
And what about next time?
What about when it doesn't work out?
Well, then we deal with it, like we always do.
Is it ever time to stop dealing with it? To just say no?
I don't want to go to any more funerals.
What's this about?
I've handed in my resignation.
Look, I know that Ros... It's not that.
It's everything. I just don't want to feel like I'm covered in blood any more.
I've never heard you feel sorry for yourself before. I don't think I do.
It's just the realisation that I make a negligible difference. That's not true.
I think it is.
The bodies keep falling away on both sides.
The enemy strikes, we strike back.
I think it's time for somebody else to stand on the wall for a bit. This isn't you talking.
I am leaving.
I want to feel clean. That's... That's enough, Ruth.
There's someone here to see you. She's being swept and scanned in the interrogation room.
Who is it? Don't know. She knew your protocols, though, and she said she was returning your 50 Dirhams.
Thanks, Tariq.
I was adjusting extremely well to the concept that I was never going to see you again.
That's a nice way to talk to an old shipmate.
You used MI5 codes to blag your way into the building. What did you expect?
I have a present for you.
Do you remember the South American on the boat?
The one sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the Somalis?
Well, at the time I thought I recognised him.
So I started checking files. And eventually...
..I found him. Jose Fontes Arroyo. Colombian engineer and ship-builder.
He works for the drug cartels, designing new ways to transport their wares.
You must have had to look through quite a few photos.
About 12,000.
There weren't any good films on the plane.
Besides, it was time well spent because it means I get to see you again.
Anyway, look. I wondered what the hell a Colombian drug-smuggling boffin was doing on an AQ mission.
So I dug a bit.
This is Arroyo's pride and joy.
They're remote semi-submersibles which travel fast and low.
They're totally undetectable by radar
and can carry ten tonnes of cocaine, or...
they could carry ten tonnes of explosive.
The Hanover Star's been neutralised. My colleague killed Abib.
It's over.
Hmm.
That's not to say this isn't interesting.
I want to know what this man was doing on the boat.
But I get the impression you might want something in return.
I'd like to talk to Harry Pearce.
You don't remember me, do you? Actually I do, Miss Bailey.
Very well. You were an excellent candidate.
But at the time, it was felt by some of the recruitment panel
that you were overly self-interested and potentially arrogant. Ouch.
How have the intervening years been?
I suppose I've been proving the panel right, mostly.
Making large amounts of money in the private sector.
I worked in South America first and then the Middle East.
So why are you here? I was thinking of reapplying.
Well run dry? No.
But the water's dirty.
The private sector's flooded with amateurs now.
And you're suddenly stirred once again to the defence of the realm?
I'm fully prepared for all the self-righteous bullshit that I'm going to get here
because of the choices I've made, but I'm ready for that.
I want this. I want to get clean.
And I encourage your reapplication, Miss Bailey.
But it's not me you'll have to convince.
Come back in a couple of weeks, and I'll put in a good word for you with whoever is sitting here.
Harry, it's Dimitri. Something's wrong. Thank you, Miss Bailey.
Go ahead, Alpha Two. 'I've searched the ship'.
The explosives Abib brought on board are gone. All of them.
'There must be another plan, another target.' The submersibles.
Miss Bailey? A moment, please. Our man on the boat is saying the explosives are no longer on board.
Could they have already launched? May I talk to him?
Go ahead. Alpha Two, did the boat stop at any point?
We stopped in the middle of nowhere.
I was locked up, but heard the crane and two boats,
'low in the water. I assumed it was the pirates leaving.'
All right. Patch yourself up and come home, Alpha Two. The boat run at Plymouth was a diversion.
The submersibles were in the container, and the explosives.
What's their range? About 500-600 miles.
They could be anywhere. Ruth, Tariq, start searching for potential targets.
Alert the RN and the Coastguard. We have to assume the UK is the target.
I'll flash naval bases. They wouldn't even get close.
Aerial patrols, minefields. The same goes for coastal power stations, they're well protected.
What about commercial ports?
Not high profile enough. They wouldn't go to this to blow up Southampton Docks.
"To strike at the heart of British power..."
How big are they? Could they fit through the Thames Barrier?
Yeah. The Thames defence system, Sentry, it should be able to detect and neutralise anything like this.
Tell them what to expect. Beth, how fast do the submersibles travel?
Fast. 40 knots?
Given the current location of the Hanover Star, if they launched six hours ago...
Could be in the river by now. Sentry is offline. Went down this morning.
No chance of getting a lock on them. It must have been hacked.
Talwar. Tariq, get on to the Thames Barrier. Tell them to close it, now.
Abib launches the submersibles, Talwar takes out the defence system, the Houses of Parliament...?
They've looked to combine cyber and physical attacks.
We need to shut him down. Now.
You go with him. He may need your knowledge.
OK, let's make the calls. Evacuate the HP, Six and any other prominent government bankside buildings.
After 9/11, various last-resort measures were put in place,
only to be used in the darkest hour, when all other countermeasures have failed.
Sorry, what are we talking about?
Beneath the Houses of Parliament in a reinforced chamber, there's an electromagnetic pulse bomb.
Its conventional blast will be contained by the room,
but it will kill everything electrical within one kilometre.
Then we fire it. Now.
It's not that simple. There's a reason it's a measure of last resort.
It'll take out everything within that radius.
That's pacemakers, life support machines. Even aircraft are at risk.
Lucas, there's two people at the rear of the property, ground floor.
'One travelling upstairs.'
TYRES SQUEAL
CRASHING
Armed police! Stand still! Put your hands on your head!
Armed police. Put your hands on your head. Move.
Get down on the floor, get down now, get down!
Get Sentry online now. What are you talking about?
I don't know what you're talking about! Who is Talwar?
I don't know what you're talking about. Please!
Lucas! She's upstairs.
Get down on the floor! Get down now!
She's Talwar.
You can't stop it. No, but you can.
Do it, now.
DO IT!
'The Thames Barrier have reported the submersibles passed through.'
It gives us about five minutes before they reach the HP.
We can't guarantee complete evacuation in that time.
You have to get Sentry back up.
Understood.
Reactivate the system.
Do it now.
Don't think I won't kill you because you're a teenage girl.
She wants to be a martyr.
What would you suggest? Get her parents up here now.
If Lucas can't reactivate Sentry, we've no choice but to detonate the EMP.
We risk a few deaths to prevent thousands.
The subs could be duds. They could miss.
Abib could have made any one of a hundred tiny miscalculations.
This is your last chance to reactivate the system.
NO!
Please don't make me do this.
SHE PLEADS IN URDU
These are the choices I didn't want to have to make any more.
These are the choices we need you to make.
Aala!
Look at your mother!
We give Lucas as long as possible.
DON'T make me do this!
SHE PLEADS IN URDU
Harry, she's not budging.
This is Harry Pearce. Protocol 17872.
Stand by to detonate the EMP bomb on my mark.
Two torpedo-like objects approaching Westminster Bridge.
No time left.
Three, two, one. Mark.
It's over.
You failed.
Take her away. Move.
I'm really rather resentful about having to trot out all this nonsense about a chain reaction on the Tube.
I saw you on the Six. You were magnificent.
You made an extraordinarily difficult decision today, Harry.
I applaud you for it. I suppose that's the only thanks you'll ever get.
Unless a peerage tempts?
I am sufficiently enobled, thank you very much.
And...you can dispose of that letter, Home Secretary.
Glad to hear it. I mean that.
Well, I'm sure I'm due at Mumsnet or something.
Until the next catastrophe.
St Thomas's back-up generator kicked in just in time.
Thought you'd want to know.
So I only caused the deaths of nine people.
They're having to bring the submersibles up by night,
but the Navy divers have examined them and say they're legit.
So nine people died in the EMP, but you saved thousands.
Is it all just maths, Ruth?
I think sometimes it is.
I'm going to offer Beth a job.
We need different kinds of people here.
In fact, I'd like you to tell her.
I will.
I've been thinking about why I said,
um, no to, you know... Ruth, you don't have to...
Because it would be a lie, Harry.
Can you even picture it?
Us in a little house in...Sussex?
What would we do?
What we would talk about when the neighbours came round?
I think we've forfeited the chance for that sort of life, Harry, you and me.
Things we've seen together, things we've done.
And here, we can face all that in the open.
There, we'd have to hide it away.
We couldn't be more together than we are right now.
Will you sort out Beth's clearances?
I will.
Has Beth gone?
Yeah, she just left. You should catch her if you hurry.
I take it you're telling her the good news.
You're not pleased?
I'm not sure about her.
In fact, I plan on doing a bit of background research, starting tonight.
Actually, there is one thing. She doesn't have anywhere to stay in London.
You've got a spare room, right?
Oh, Lucas, I... Won't be forever. I want her kept close.
But I... Thanks, Ruth.
It's not really you, is it?
15 years, and you look just the same.
Seems terribly unfair.
Get away from me.
A stroke rather curtails one's plans for world domination.
Whatever it is you want, Vaughn, you're not getting it.
Our actions mar or make us.
We're the children of our own deeds.
I was marred by what we did.
Looks like you were made.
This is for you.
Now, I'll go.
Just tell me one thing, I'm too curious.
What's it been like?
What's what been like?
Being Lucas North, of course.
Oh, listen. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to upset you. I'll go.
Good to see you, John.
Deadly Soviet nerve agent used in Afghanistan
to obliterate entire towns.
That's tantamount to genocide. And all to keep the oil tap running.
Did you open the suitcase? How did you get this number?
Leave me alone.
It's me. Don't think we should be sharing late night tete a tetes.
You should have been honest with us both.
You've got nothing to hide, have you(?)
GUNFIRE AND SCREAMS
Beth!