Aggression is over. Move to appeasement.
Go home, Dariush.
Negotiate for our two countries and I'll do everything I can to protect you.
If Iran wants a peaceful nuclear programme, we'll give it to them.
The plan is for an integral fast reactor. Bottom line -
these plants cannot be used to produce nuclear weapons.
Nobody has an excuse to bomb Iran, nobody has an excuse to invade Iran.
We owe you. I'm glad to have made the world safe once again from American aggression.
'Iran and Britain...
'have laid a foundation upon which our two countries and the world,
'can work to build a lasting peace.'
SPEAKS IN ARABIC
Up to 66 people, predominantly girls under the age of ten,
have been killed in an air strike by Israeli fighter jets
on the Gaza Strip this morning.
Israel expressed regret for civilian casualties,
but emphasised the targets of its raid
were planning attacks on settlements in Israel.
The Iranian government, claimed to be sponsors of Hamas,
have already condemned the attack targeting the group.
We heard from the Iranian Special Consul, Dariush Bakhshi earlier today.
Look who has crawled out of the woodwork. This is an unprecedented atrocity.
A violation of human values, an assault on the most sacred of principles.
Values and principles your regime upholds.
A crime against humanity which does nothing to improve prospects
for peace across the region,
and which will only strengthen the hand
of the very people Israel claims to be fighting.
Among the responses to the attack,
the Pentagon stated that the loss of life in Gaza was tragic,
but that Israel reserves the right to defend herself against any terrorist attack.
The Israelis didn't intentionally target the school.
But they were sending a message to Hamas and its sponsors.
There's going to be consequences.
Don't you wish these people would stop sending messages?
PHONE RINGS
Yes. 'How are you? ' I saw you on television.
'How did I look? ' Like any diplomat practised in the art of double standards.
Don't mistake the depth of my outrage.
This attack will make hardliners of us all.
Sadly, I think that may be the intention.
As this is a goodbye more than an au revoir, I thought I should warn you
that it may not be Israel who pays the price for the attack.
Whoever does pay, will reap a bitter harvest.
Noted. I hope so.
I have happy memories of London.
TRANSLATION:
Just when we've done a deal with Iran and think we've secured some sort of peace, then this happens.
We don't know for certain that we're going to be the target for a revenge attack.
Bakhshi knows. It was a strange kind of farewell gift.
We don't know who are our friends and who are our enemies any longer.
We don't know how or when we'll be hit, or even who by.
The Americans are angry with us, the Russians hate us.
Hardliners everywhere have us in their sights
and now this Gaza atrocity,
has just given everyone the excuse they need to start all over again.
We'd better take advantage of the warning we've been given.
Meeting room... Not you.
Yeah, yeah, course.
It was definitely a warning.
I'm sure he's doing his best to let us know we're about to be attacked.
Where? By whom? Excellent questions.
Luckily, he provided us with the date of the attack and the address of every member...
I meant - Hamas never operate outside the occupied territories,
and we've done a deal with Iran.
With the Iranian government.
"Happy memories of London". I'm sure he's trying to tell me something.
He's right that the attack has cemented unlikely alliances.
Hardliners in Iran working with Al Qaeda would have been unthinkable.
So right now, we're the fall guys.
Plenty of enemies and precious few friends.
Something the matter, Malcolm?
No. That CD case you've been holding and tapping rather irritatingly...
This? Yes, that. It's Beethoven's Seventh, A Venezuelan Revolutionary Youth Orchestra.
Splendid energy, actually.
Put the CD away. No, but... Just put it away for now. Fine.
PHONE BEEPS
DOOR KNOCKS Might we have a word? We might.
Is it about Beethoven? As a matter of fact it is.
This CD was actually sent to one of our press mailboxes. Our stringer passed it up.
Would you mind?
MUSIC: "7TH SYMPHONY" by BEETHOVEN
Well, it's certainly powerful. Right at the end,
there's a sequence of chords that weren't written by Beethoven. Who were they written by?
Somebody from DISIP.
The Venezuelan Secret Service?
What on earth do they want? The music's a code.
Once I'd tinkered with it, it revealed a message. Which says?
Which says, "We can help you prevent the slaughter of innocents."
What slaughter? How?
It doesn't say. As you know, the Venezuelan President
is due to visit at the invitation of the Mayor. There's a return address.
Do you know how they encrypted it? It wasn't sophisticated.
Then send them Pomp And Circumstance in return and find out what they want.
PHONE RINGS Yes?
Malcolm. Get Adam in here now.
The body was found by some kids playing football.
The van just drove up, dumped it and drove away again.
No, I'm on my way there now.
Yeah, he's wrapped in our flag which could be some kind of message.
This is bandit country after all.
Oh, you poor soul.
PHONE RINGS
Adam. 'Jo, can I come round? '
Sure.
A body's been found in Northern Pakistan.
Not so unusual in that neck of the woods.
A young male. Asian. He'd been badly tortured and his body was wrapped in a desecrated Union Flag.
It's our turn to get the message.
We've sent Zaf's dental records out there and I'm waiting for photos.
It can't be him. It's not possible.
They've got intel from a source among the local tribesman in the area.
Apparently, Islamic militia have been claiming to have purchased a British spy. Purchased?
That's all we know right now.
There are photographs of the corpse?
Yeah. And?
Inconclusive.
The face is apparently... disfigured.
There are some teeth left though so...
I want to see the pictures. You don't.
I want to see them.
If it turns out to be Zaf you'll remember those photos for the rest of your life.
They'll be in the corner of your room every night before you go to sleep.
Let me deal with this.
You don't want to see them.
Look at that... a college reunion.
How did I get from that to this?
You bumped into me.
I heard about Zaf and I'm sorry. It wasn't my fault. Yes, it was.
I knew about the mercenaries that snatched him.
We're aware of that. But nothing was supposed to happen to your officer.
Somebody else ordered a kill team to go in and take out the mercenaries.
What kill team? There's a group who call themselves the Redbacks.
They're operating their own version of extraordinary rendition.
They torched the mercenaries, but saw an opportunity with Zaf.
Are you telling me they're specifically focused on intelligence officers?
From anywhere in the world. They take them and first extract information for a primary client,
who gets to sit in on the interrogation.
And they're not fussed who the buyer is
and that group will sell them on
to whoever wants another crack of the whip. And so on. Who are they?
All I know is their leader is a guy named Jerry Townley, ex-marine corps.
You help me find these people. And it might begin to make up for your part in Zaf's death.
I'll contact you in six hours.
SCREAMS OF AGONY
At least the British officer lasted longer than this guy.
The final outcome is always the same though - they break, they die.
Elle est jolie, la fille.
When do we take her?
When the time is right.
Buenos dias, senores.
Good day.
My name is Fernando Torres.
I am the Venezuelan Secretary for Cultural Affairs.
Of course you are.
You said in your message you thought you could help us.
In preventing a terror attack. How?
We think the Americans plan to assassinate our President on your shores.
I consider that to be a terror attack.
Your expressions say, "Oh, is that all?"
Well, if your President wants to prop up the Castro regime
with oil supplies he's got to expect to take his lumps from the Yankee devil.
I had a pet monkey like this one in Venezuela one time.
Plenty of cojones. Afraid of nobody and nothing.
Very useful. Sadly, he was stabbed by a whore in a bar in Caracus.
An undignified way to go.
Especially when the whore in question was called Juanito
and had a dick the size of a baseball bat.
La vida no vale nada, as they say.
Not an expression we hear very much around these parts,
but then again, we did have rather more success in seeing off the Spanish than you.
How do you think we can help you?
SPEAKS IN SPANISH
Gracias.
This is the service file of Anibal Rodriguez, an ex-member of the Venezuelan Secret Service.
He was also known as El Lobo. The wolf.
He was a trained assassin and the CIA recruited him, he is now their agent.
He's here? Commissioned and ready to go.
Find him and I'll give you something in return.
Which would be?
Plans are being made to take revenge for the Gaza atrocity.
Yes, we know that. On a British school.
A British school?
The clock is ticking towards your very own Beslan.
Do you have connections? Las fotografias.
Gracias.
We are an oil-producing country
and a paid-up member of the rogue nation club.
I sit down with these gentlemen.
We shall consider your proposal. You give us the assassin,
and I will get you the intelligence you need to help you save the lives of your children.
He called me a monkey and questioned my sexuality. The monkey insult crossed the line.
If the cousins are going to use a deniable asset to murder
a foreign head of state on our soil we need to be across that,
whether or not the Venezuelans can help us.
So find me this Rodriguez.
I'm going to speak to Hogan.
This is the Venezuelan service file, for the potential assassin.
See if there's anything in it we can use.
It might be a school. What? We might be looking at an attack on a school.
I want you to work on any possible targets.
Schools with children of politicians, military personnel. What about him?
Not yet. Adam... Not yet.
I know the British sometimes set too much store by manners,
but I consider a plan to assassinate a visiting head of state on our soil to be extremely impertinent.
What can I tell you, Harry, everybody hates you.
I know the Venezuelan regime is a thorn in your side, but you can't do this here.
You did a deal with the Iranians behind our backs - made us look stupid.
They're really pissed, Harry.
I have known happier times in the special relationship.
You'll be pleased to know it's a decision I've had nothing to do with.
I'm out of the loop.
Guilt by association, I'm afraid.
Sorry to hear that. What are you going to do?
Going freelance, might take a tour of Baghdad while there's still something left to see.
I hear you've been talking to Adam.
You know me, anything I can do to help, I will.
And that includes finding your assassin.
The education secretary wants an urgent conversation, he fears a British Beslan.
A school. A bloody school.
How can people? I suppose they'd argue we're sampling a bitter harvest they've already tasted.
We're still chasing shadows. But we do have a lead, the Venezuelans are offering help.
It very clear,
we cross the Americans at our peril.
Then you must decide if it's worth the price
for saving the lives of British children.
A British school. That's all we've got.
There isn't a whisper of it from our usual sources.
Our thousands of leads are all dead ends.
Port authority, plus all London airports and stations are doubling their security sweeps.
And the JIC are meeting with the Education Secretary
to discuss the comprehensive closure of schools.
While they dither... We won't find the target school like this.
We must find the assassin and get the Venezuelans acting on our behalf.
Call me old-fashioned, I don't think it's on for the Americans to kill a foreign head of state here.
A word of caution by the way - that image of Rodriguez is 20 years old.
What about the rest of his file? Cigarette burns, coffee stains all over it.
It's in Spanish. They don't even know how to use the subjunctive.
When does the Venezuelan President arrive? Two days.
His code name from now on will be Pato. Means duck.
He's going to be very high profile, it'll be tricky. Anything else to go on?
A Chinese restaurant called the Fei Meng - known CIA hang-out.
This morning I received an invitation, supposedly from the restaurant,
to a lunchtime buffet for Chinese New Year.
But it isn't Chinese New Year. Or the Year of the Wolf.
So who was the message from?
Venezuelans probably. It's in the same style as the CD.
They can't exactly go there, they'd stand out.
So would any KNOWN British officer. Maybe...
Not Kaplan. Use him or lose him.
It's a good introduction, he sits there with a camera and he watches.
Come on, Adam, give him a chance.
She has a point.
He'll make a mistake. We learn through mistakes. Or die...
There's something about him I like. You're opposites.
Is that a compliment(?) We need different types. He's got brains.
This just gets better(!) You know what I mean.
His psych appraisal tests were phenomenal. This kid's razor sharp.
He's not dim. But we've got Malcolm to do crosswords in Swahili. He needs training.
Then give him some.
Very bling. Best way to use it, chin in hand, like so. Or...
You don't have to point it too directly.
OK, I'll be in the surveillance van.
Malcolm will be monitoring images. You'll have a female companion.
And when does she have to be returned?
Sorry?
I said, "When does she have..." Do you think this isjust a big joke?
I was just...
Yeah, it was just a joke.
Make sure this is all up and running, Malcolm.
Don't worry, his bark's a... No, actually that's not true.
He's fine, he just takes some getting used to.
Chin up.
The Venezuelan President arrived in London today
?? On Mayor.
He'll be in London for three days, making a series of high profile speeches
in which he is expected to launch a fierce attack on US policy towards both
his own country and the Middle East.
'Echo three, there's a tall bald guy entering now.
'Looks like he could be CIA.'
Good afternoon, sir. Just get me a beer.
That's got to be a handler.
I've never seen him before, but he's got CIA written all over him.
Malcolm? Crosschecking.
Ryan Miller. Better known as Skinny Dog.
Who says the Americans don't do irony.
Veteran of Honduras and El Salvador. Sensitive soul then(?)
He's all the credentials to be Rodriguez's handler.
Don't let him out of your sight until we've got a fix on Rodriguez.
PHONE BEEPS
What's he up to?
He's gonna leave the restaurant.
Echo three, try and get outside the restaurant before him.
Excuse me, sir, no smoking.
Not bad. OK, Echo three, if he leaves, report his direction, but do not follow him.
Echo three, I said do not follow him.
Echo Three! I said do not... Christ!
Arrgh! Ha ha ha!
If I say stay put, you stay put. I thought I could get a visual.
Are you listening? There was a second operative. You got decoyed.
Your mistake doesn't just affect your security. I didn't make a mistake.
No, I did. Thinking you were in any way ready to do something as simple as follow instructions.
You mess up and we don't find Rodriguez,
You'll be the one fetching dead children out of their school.
PHONE RINGS Harry... I'm coming.
PHONE RINGING We're ready when you are.
We're just waiting for that bonus ticket we promised you.
This will rather change the original estimate.
Excellent.
The autopsy's over. Zaf?
Final cause of death was some kind of ligature.
God help anyone who falls into their hands. We need to review our security.
We've got terrorists planning an attack that might involve children,
the Americans trying to kill the Venezuelan head of state on our territory.
We must be vigilant, but we cannot take our eye off the ball.
Then we'd better start thinking more than one move ahead.
GONG CHIMES
Zaf's body will arrive at Northolt.
His family have requested that we stay away so we'll respect that.
He was taken by a group calling itself The Redbacks.
They work by extracting information for a primary client and then selling on down the food chain.
Pakistan? We think he was drugged and taken out of the country.
The question is, what he might have revealed about us under torture.
The autopsy threw up an interesting detail.
At some point one of his guards must have given him a soft drink in a can.
He used the ring pull to scratch something on his foot.
LV2 something. Some kind of car registration maybe?
You all right?
Come to read me the lecture about the greater good? No.
It's pretty convenient for you though, isn't it?
Lets you just bail out when the going gets tough
and abandon your officers to their fate.
I didn't... We left Zaf to die, in fear and agony.
And you left me on my own. Remember that?
I've got to go back into the meeting.
Have a drink of water. Come back when you've calmed down.
LV2, Adam?
My guess would be "Love to".
He knew he was gonna die
and he wanted to send a last message of love to somebody.
That's what people do.
Gracias.
Is your President comfortable? Mucho. Trabajo.
I greatly enjoyed the speech describing his host country as a tired and impotent lap-dog,
and asking what we've ever given back to Latin America.
You don't think that's a fair question?
That's Scottish. Nobody has a problem with the Celtic race.
Probably because it's a myth - there's no such thing as a Celt.
Anyway, don't idealise the Scots, they were the most brutal and enthusiastic of empire-builders.
Some of them are still at it.
Well? The logistical cell is made up of the usual home-grown fanatics,
but the attack cell is special and will come in from France just before they strike.
What about the school?
We don't know that yet.
But we can continue helping, if you bring us Rodriguez.
I'm to believe your leverage is that great?
Venezuelan exports.
Oil, rum, cocaine, beautiful senoritas.
Even fundamentalists are susceptible to at least one of those.
So, what have you got for me?
They're here. The Redbacks.
They're here and they're gonna hit you again.
Shit.
I cannot tell you how unwelcome that news is to me.
Malcolm, red flash the entire section, tell them to go to a Code 9.
Up security is all we can do. I can't pull any officers off their cases.
Well, at least you've got a heads up.
Bit of a sweet and sour mission the other day.
More sour than sweet, right? I don't know what you mean.
You don't have to tell me everything, I guess.
What a shame, I was just about to(!) Ha ha!
We can cooperate though.
Despite my country's attempt to off rogue foreign leaders on your soil.
And carve up the Middle East for their own ends.
We can still work together, despite the crazy politics.
Get me to the Redbacks. We'll give you the freedom of Rochdale(!) Just help us out here.
Hello.
What are you doing here? Can we talk?
Ros once said to me, if she wanted to be popular she'd have become a vet.
Yes, that sounds like Ros.
I was meant to go to a college reunion tonight.
There'll be people there that became vets.
And you'll envy them? I don't know.
Dance, drink cheap wine.
Probably take a completely inappropriate man to bed.
A vet maybe.
Do you think a vet would make a good one-night stand?
Uncharted waters for me, I'm afraid.
Maybe I'll go and see Harry.
"Harry, I know Al Qaeda are planning on attacking a school
"and the Americans are planning on killing a head of state.
"I was wondering if it would be OK if I took some time off to go to a party."
What do you think he'd say?
Oh, I think the vet might swing it for him.
I know what you're feeling.
And I'm sorry if I sounded callous.
Thank you.
Adam... Sorry.
About the restaurant and not getting it right.
Lighting a cigarette to get outside the restaurant was good - instinctive.
It doesn't excuse your stupidity in wandering off against instructions.
The sorry at the beginning of this conversation? It was for that.
If we don't find Rodriguez we may not find out about this school in time.
This Pato visit's nearly over, just one last stop.
Rodriguez is a marksman, it's his MO and he can shoot the wings off a fly...
I get the point. ...lf I was gonna take a headshot from a tall building,
I'd hide out some place with plenty of Latin American cleaners.
They have the advantage of being able to access all areas.
And nobody ever notices them. That's not your worst idea.
Get the rosters from the cleaning company.
And go through his files again, see if there's anything we missed.
PHONE RINGS
You're where?
Jo! Come on... Come on... Please!
I can't, I can't, I can't.
It's gonna be so much fun. I've got so much work to do.
Thanks anyway.
Thanks anyway. Have a good time... It isn't fair...
Well, then come! I can't. See ya.
You got a minute? This is Rodriguez's last medical file.
I saw that. A few psoriasis flare ups, inflamed gall bladder. Slightly raised blood pressure.
Some allergies to go with the skin problems.
Leche. That's milk? Yes. And gato is cats.
He's allergic to milk and cats?
Adam, what do you think, our Venezuelan's... Not now!
OK...
I can't believe they've taken Jo. Adam, calm down.
OK, they broke in through the back.
Everything else was untouched.
We've got hours to find her otherwise she's lost.
We also have a school under threat, and some Carlos the Jackal wannabe on the loose.
Every time, we offer our people up as a sacrifice.
Well, not this time, Harry. Not this time!
You don't even know where to start. Wrong.
We've got Hogan.
He has a link to them. He can do a deal without them knowing it's us behind it.
We put a tracker on the money, we go in,
we take these bastards out.
Our security's compromised anyway,
but we don't need to make that argument here. We get Jo back.
No debate.
Nobody knows.
I'll need Malcolm to sort the trackers. He mustn't know what it's for.
He must think you're paying for information about Zaf.
And Adam... You're on your own, if you take too long I'll haul you back in.
There's about 50 moggies condensed into this. Just spray it on. Your health and safety credentials.
Cleaners have a break every four hours. What?! On top of the minimum wage?
Cleaners are also usually assigned a floor.
If he's after a headshot, we assume he's on one of the upper levels. OK.
Out! Malcolm I need several things. I need them very fast.
I need to see you. 'Usual place? '
No, no, you'll have to come here.
Put the call in to your contact. I'll try and keep the fee down.
We'll get it back anyway.
Call me the minute you hear something.
Hi. Tom Macavity from the Health and Safety Executive,
here to talk to your cleaning staff.
I'll need to speak to your supervisor. Sure.
Oh, and, er, save him some time.
Tell him to bring timesheets and a duty roster. Yes, sir.
PHONE RINGS
'We've got a meeting with the Redbacks in one hour.' Right. Where?
'The Venezuelan President's controversial visit
'comes to an end today with a banquet hosted by the Mayor.
'At the event he is expected to renew his attack
'on the British support for American foreign policy,
'and urge Britain to adopt a more independent stance in world affairs.
'It will be his last engagement before flying back to Venezuela this evening.'
Excuse me... Excuse me...
We're doing Health and Safety checks on working times and statutory breaks.
Do you have your national insurance number?
Como? No te entiendo.
Have you had a break at all this morning, sir?
Cuatro horas - tea-break?
SHE TRANSLATES IN SPANISH
HE SNEEZES
Bless you.
PHONE RINGS
Yeah... OK.
Good. Good.
What's happening?
He's on his way. He's bringing her now?
Not sure. Just some insurance.
You've put a tracker on the money, right? Of course.
She's not in the car.
Give me the tracker.
What? Give me the mobile and the tracking device that's on the money.
You're working with them? When you go freelance it's to the highest bidder.
Nothing personal, just the marketplace.
The girl was worth something but much more as bait for you.
So here we are, not just Adam Carter,
but Adam Carter with a big briefcase of money,
which will bolster my fee considerably.
The tracker...
Something's wrong. What? The tracking device on the briefcase.
If you remove it by twisting to the right,
it's a Mayday signal. It's gone now!
So has the tracker on Adam's mobile. So what's that?
I got rather fussy in case they insisted on swapping bags.
One of the bank notes has a tracker on the security strip.
So we still know where Adam is.
As long as he remains with the cash, we know where he is. Get Harry.
Why? Crazy times, Adam.
Nobody knows who's with who any more.
Me... l-I just want a retirement, somewhere hot.
People will come for you.
They're not gonna stop.
Wherever you go... you'll never be safe.
I'll just have to live with that, I guess.
Que tal?
GUNFIRE
Where are they heading? It's got to be Pellington airfield.
Can we get people there? Re-routing now.
We don't intercept until they're certain of the target.
'Control, we've got a visual. Target is entering the airfield.
'No support. Alpha one is not, I repeat, not, with the target. Over.'
Hogan's made off with the money, he's leaving Adam to the Redbacks.
Detain the target - unharmed. He's our only link to Adam and Jo.
'Roger that.' Jo?
What's she got to do with this?
'We've got company. Pretty sure it's the Americans.
'Target is down, I repeat, target is down.'
What's going on down there? 'We're outnumbered. Target is with the Americans.
'We have to pull out. All units are withdrawing. I repeat withdraw.'
Ben called. Rodriguez has been captured and sedated.
Grosvenor House is already on the line.
The Americans are pretty mad, Harry. They know we've captured their assassin.
Have they hurt you?
The group that have Adam and Jo are professional torturers.
They will extract information, probably for Al Qaeda's British affiliates.
Then they'll either kill them or trade them on.
Quite apart from the consequences for our friends and colleagues,
this would be catastrophic for all our operations.
Hogan must know where they are. He must want to do a deal.
Yes. He's already proposed a deal.
Well, then... The Americans won't allow it.
Why?
Because we've got their assassin. Yes.
If we give Rodriguez to the Americans?
We have a deal. Then we'll have defied the Venezuelans.
We can forget about their intelligence about the school attack,
which could happen any minute.
What if the school attack's a false alarm?
If the Venezuelan intelligence is wrong? Or it's not.
We get our officers back and there's a Beslan-type siege
which ends with scores of dead children?
Who was it who said that thing about God not playing dice with the universe?
Einstein. He was wrong.
I don't know what to do this time.
One of you decide, toss a coin.
I don't know - whichever way,
somebody is being sentenced to death.
We work out what all the players want.
Then we load the dice in our favour. How?
You're right that somebody has to die.
We must make it somebody we don't care about.
They haven't tortured you? No.
They were going to, but I made a strong moral case against it,
pointing to the fine example we've been setting the world recently.
Our enemies don't exactly play by the Queensbury rules.
We allowed rendition and legitimised torture.
Not even taboo any more.
This is what happens when it becomes the norm, when everybody does it.
Nobody cares any more.
Please don't start up with "We bring it on ourselves".
I think NOT torturing people is the closest to a moral absolute there is, actually.
At the very least it's the norm that we should aspire to.
You're wrong.
Jo, they didn't do anything, you're OK?
Well, I'd prefer not to be here right now.
Hogan's got a tracker on him.
They'll pick him up, then they'll come and get us.
Well, Bob. How pleasant it is to finally make the acquaintance of the real you.
Yeah, the real me.
The problem here appears to be Rodriguez.
Give the CIA back their assassin and I can tell you everything you need to know.
We won't, of course, accept that.
I couldn't do that even if I wanted to.
None of you can have him.
Rodriguez is dead.
He died this morning from head injuries sustained in his struggle with my officer.
We will return the body as soon as we've completed our own autopsy.
Then we've got no deal.
See you around, Harry. Wait!
Whilst I'm sorry for the death of your agent,
I feel I must point out that we are less than happy that he, with your
approval, was intending to kill this man's President on our soil.
We can however make the CIA an offer, which we hope will more than make up for his death.
I'm listening.
Remember when we first met...
I was a postman, no, the gasman.
You were just a kid.
I had poise and gravitas.
(Jo... ) I had promise, though. You saw that, right?
Has one of them...?
Have they...?
Have they hurt you? Done anything?
DISTANT CRIES
Who's that?
It's just a recording, they're just trying to terrorise us, soften us up.
They're succeeding.
Adam!
Block it out. Just block it out. Do all you can to block it out.
That's Zaf. It isn't. That's Zaf on the tape.
It isn't. It isn't Zaf.
DOOR IS UNLOCKED
At night, alone in here, he made less noise.
He just used to cry for his mother.
Funny how many men do that.
Ca va, mon ange?
It's all right, Adam.
No... No, it isn't.
There are men like this one in every war there's ever been.
He's part of every war that's being fought around the world right now.
It's just what they do to women they capture.
Like sick, incontinent dogs.
I can't say anything.
No. No, you can't.
Make it quick and remember,
the Americans think he sustained injuries during a struggle.
No problem.
We should play golf some time.
On the Isla Margarita. I invite you.
Tanto tiempo, Anibal. Un abrazo, hombre.
Did I ever tell you about my parents? No.
What are they like?
You know, normal, really.
My dad was a management consultant, he's retired now.
Lucky him.
He spends his time watching the birds in the garden from the conservatory.
"Oh, look, Joanna, it's a greenfinch.
"Oh, good, the robins are back."
There are cats round our house,
the worst thing is when they catch a bird but leave it injured.
Yeah, that's not nice.
My dad showed me how you have to kill a wounded bird like that.
Yeah, break its neck, I imagine.
No.
You just sort of hold it quite firmly...
and after a while the bird just dies quietly, without any fuss,
without pain or further suffering.
Have you got the water there?
Lucky for the bird if there's someone around who knows how to do that.
Can you pass me the water?
I won't be tortured, Adam. They're going to use electricity, they took me to the room.
We're gonna be rescued. And then I'll be passed on to a new group.
To be raped and tortured again.
You have to try and stay...
Positive? I know my fate, Adam.
We know from Zaf what they do.
You owe this to me.
I can't. Oh, you can.
You know you can. You have to.
The Venezuelans have accepted the terms of the deal.
Torres gave us what we need to locate the school. And the Americans?
Not happy. But we've offered them a deal -
It's all taking too long. Well, it's all we've got.
Everything's on stand-by.
It's not as if you haven't been trained for it.
No. Then you're sentencing me to a terrible nightmare.
What's happened so far is just the start. You know that.
I'm not...
You can't ask for this.
I'm scared, Adam. I'm so scared.
Hold out. Just try and hold out for a little while at least.
I can't. I know I can't.
I'll give up the names of others and then they'll have to go through this, too,
and there's nothing I can do to stop it, Adam.
I have to help those people as well. I have names, Adam.
This isn't just about us.
DOOR IS UNLOCKED
Help me.
Help me get away from them, you have to help me.
Two Ml5 officers.
As you can see they haven't been touched yet, as per our agreement.
This is the important one.
If you would like to step back in the other room
we can finalise the terms, then we can get straight to work.
We should start with the junior officer, the girl, if you don't mind.
'We've got an eyeball on Herod.
'Only one transport but manned up.'
'Stand by. Can you give me a numbers estimate? '
'Two in front. Unknown in back, could be up to five.'
'On my command... Go! '
SCREAMING
Sir, face-checked a couple of them.
PHONE RINGS
Yes? Harry, is your car ready? Yes.
We've got an address. Malcolm, scramble Special Forces.
SLIGHT BANG
They're coming for me, I can hear them getting ready.
Jo, wait! Look at me, look at me.
They won't just leave us here, I promise.
Just try and hold out for as long as you can.
Please... I can't. Give them a chance to rescue you.
I can't. Please... I know I can't.
You can. You can. Don't let them take me, Adam.
Adam!
I won't let them hurt you. I won't let them hurt you.
I won't let them.
(Take me away from them!) (Take me away from them!)
I'm sorry for everything.
I'm sorry you bumped into me.
I'm sorry... No need. No need.
You've always been a good person.
Just help me now.
Please...
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