Step aside, Major.
We'd all understand if you pulled that trigger.
But the lives of thousands of people are at stake.
Secure him.
Dress his wound.
John Porter, confess to the crime...
Blood.
Sit forward.
Enjoy your stay at the organ farm?
Actually, I thought the food was shit, so I discharged myself.
We're secure.
Careful.
He's clean.
Sergeant Richmond.
All your training to do this.
Woman's work.
Are we the transport as well?
Sergeant, we have a hit.
Target two, purchasing train ticket.
Where?
Big screen.
Kobánya Station, southeast suburb.
Satellite lock-on Kobánya.
Target's carrying a case.
Right, he's on the train.
Where is it going?
Arrives Nyugati main station in 12 minutes.
If there is a bomb in that case,
he'll need a trigger mechanism.
Something like a cell phone.
Remember, we're dealing with VX.
You will shoot to kill.
- Copy that. - Yes, ma'am.
- Is it just me? - What?
Sinclair.
You gotta wonder about a guy who's gonna step between a bullet and Latif.
General Ramiz's announcement is
expected to be welcomed by western leaders
attending the world Security Summit in Budapest.
The stability of Pakistan, which has nuclear weapons,
is high in the summit's agenda.
For us there, Jessica, what's the latest?
I report to you live from outside Buda Palace,
as behind me, more of the delegates from the world's most powerful countries
arrive to discuss security issues in the Middle East and elsewhere.
Now, although confidential...
...we suspect that Pakistan will be high up there on the agenda,
along with the staggered withdrawal of Western troops from Afghanistan.
Now, as you can see, a large crowd has formed...
Anything on the other target?
Nothing yet. Whatever transport he's using
is coming in under the radar.
And all the main delegates,
they understand the need for absolute secrecy?
Yes, sir. A discreet meeting room has been arranged
- just as you requested. - Good.
About time, Colonel.
Recognise it?
Should I be invoking my human rights?
Well, for that you need to be human.
Terrorising a peaceful city makes you something else.
How does a civilised, intelligent man become what you are?
You know better than anyone, Colonel.
How many deaths have you sanctioned?
Hmm.
As you can see, we're tracking your bomber.
We have face recognition software on every CCTV camera in the city.
Impressive.
He will be caught and he will be neutralised.
But if you thought there was only one, you would have killed me already.
Target has disembarked.
We have visual.
Suspect getting off train at Nyugati Station.
Yeah, copy that. We're approaching the station now.
See anything?
Got no visual.
Repeat, no visual.
Found him. Target's boarding a westbound subway.
It's rush hour. If he detonates down there,
he could kill tens of thousands.
He's heading under the river.
You need to intercept further down the line.
Copy that.
- We have you on visual. - Target still on train.
Next stop, Batthyány tér.
You're thinking about Delhi, aren't you?
When we shook hands.
And you gave me Mahmood.
You must long for that moment again.
It would have saved her life.
She had forfeited her life.
And what about Sergeant John Porter?
Captain Kate Marshall?
Are they just pawns in your game?
Pawns that you pushed into the centre of the board.
This will end today.
Finally, something we can agree on.
Target's off. Batthyány Station.
Yeah, copy that, we're en route.
He's going down. Go.
I think I got a visual on target.
Looks like he's coming up the riverside exit.
Target visual. In pursuit.
If you get a headshot, take it.
Negative. I got no clear shot.
It's a fucking sardine can in here.
Where's that tram heading?
Due south. Towards the palace.
Moving closer. I might have a chance.
Excuse me. Coming through. Excuse me.
Hey, hey, hey. Shh. Calm down. Calm down.
Fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck off. Move! Move! Move!
Get the fuck back!
Get the fuck out of my way!
He's got a phone! Drop it! Drop it!
Move, move, move.
Lay down! Move! Move! Get off!
Give me the fucking phone!
- What's happening? - Fuck! Get out!
- Scott, Stonebridge, report. - Fuck.
- I think he's armed it. Fuck! - Oh, shit.
Get the fuck up!
Fucker, stay there! Stay there.
Everyone get off the tram! Now!
I'm opening the briefcase.
How you doing, Michael?
Careful, Michael.
- It's fucking empty! - Where's the fucking bomb?
Where's the fucking... Where's the bomb?
Tell me! Where's the fucking bomb?
Huh? Where is it? Where is it?
What the fuck is that?
What?
Jesus. The bomb's in him.
Get off the train! STONEBRIDGE! Get the doors, move!
Move away! Move back! Move!
Everybody get back!
Now! Move!
Shit!
Back up! Back the fuck up!
- Scott! Scott! - Everyone back!
- Lady, back! Back! - Get away from the tram!
Get away from here!
Scott, report.
Yeah, the police are gonna need decontamination units,
Hazmat suits, the works.
Is he using the VX?
Yeah. It's nasty shit.
And you're okay?
Yeah. Thanks for asking.
The explosion was contained within the tram.
No civilian casualties that I know of.
That shit is leaking out.
Hey, back up. Back up.
- Are you at a safe distance? - Affirmative. We're upwind.
This entire area needs to be sealed off.
All right, Mike. Looks like the cavalry's here. Let's go.
Scott, can you confirm how the device was detonated?
You really want to know?
It was inside the son of a bitch.
Alert the Hungarians. Let them know what we're dealing with.
- Got it. - There's no keeping a lid on this now.
We need to find that other bomber, and fucking quick.
Colonel.
The bomber triggered a device on board a tram.
Scott and Stonebridge managed to get everyone clear
and contain most of the blast.
The device was carried inside the bomber's body.
It's been a potential terrorist M.O. For a while now.
A bomb in a cavity created by the removal of the spleen.
It seems Major Sinclair appreciates the measure of my achievement.
- It's an obscenity. - Then it is just one of many.
- Thank you, Major. - Colonel.
We'vejust received a report that there's been
a large explosion in the city.
Now, we're all the way up here at the Buda Palace,
and we heard a really loud bang.
There is still no indication as to what has caused that explosion.
But as you can see behind me, the riot police have been drafted in.
And they were quite calm,
but now they are starting to get very, very anxious indeed.
Exposing innocent people to this poison is meaningless slaughter.
I'm not a nihilist, Colonel.
Everything I do has a purpose.
And what is that purpose?
If word of my presence here gets out,
our enemies at home will undermine my presidential campaign.
And with it, our chances for peace.
Yes?
- I'm sorry, sir, we have to turn around. - Why?
We've been given a new location.
Well, what is happening?
Some incident at the summit.
Incident?
No, please...
So what are you hoping to achieve?
Becoming the poster boy for Islamist jihad?
- A new bin Laden? - Oh, please.
You insult me by comparing me to these religious fanatics.
- Oh, and you're not? - I'm a pragmatist.
- A Pakistani patriot. - You disgrace your country.
I honour my country, as I always have.
I have no regrets.
Can you say the same?
I'm not going to let this happen.
My will is greater than yours.
Then you know nothing of my will.
Mr Laszlo, this is Major Sinclair.
Come on, guys. What the fuck are we waiting for?
Return to base. Still awaiting intel on the second target.
That was not our intention.
...running scans on every subway station...
Mr Laszlo, Colonel Grant cannot come to the phone.
Tell me.
Have you told Sergeant Scott that you framed him?
Does he know of your role in Trojan Horse?
We understand that an order has been given
to evacuate all of the world leaders.
What's more worrying is that the entire area surrounding
the explosion has been sealed off,
and Hazmat decontamination teams have been called to the site.
Emergency services are asking people
to stay inside, to close their doors and...
We intercepted a local police radio call.
Mmm-hmm?
A VIP convoy was ambushed en route from the airport.
Ambushed?
Strange. I thought all the leaders had arrived.
- They have. - So who's this?
- Lost power on bank one. - Lost comms.
Everybody down!
- Shit, you okay? - Give me my gun.
- Julia, look, you're injured... - I'm not dying without my fucking gun!
One, two, three.
Fuck!
Clear! Fuck.
Sinclair, Richmond, you all right?
Here.
Julia, you all right? What happened?
Colonel.
Colonel!
They've gone.
Oh, shit.
Thank you.
- How the fuck did they find us? - I don't know.
You don't know? How convenient.
Enough!
I haven't betrayed anyone.
I haven't compromised anyone.
So if you want to beat some kind of confession out of me,
you're gonna have to wait until there are no more
terrorists running around the city
with chemical bombs stitched inside their fucking bodies.
Fine.
Good.
What have we got?
Well, the mainframe's fucked.
With a laptop, we should be able to hook up to London.
Let me help you.
The first terrorist only tried to detonate when he was confronted.
If it was just about killing people, he would have done it on the subway.
Laszlo.
That train was headed towards the palace.
Major Sinclair, I demand to speak with your superior right now.
She's not here.
As you can see, our unit came under attack.
Your unit has no mandate or authorisation...
With respect, we have already stopped one suicide bomber in this town.
We saved the lives of God knows how many people.
We think there's another.
And he's on his way to the palace.
So please, either help us, or get out of our way.
- Is this your suspect? - Yes, sir.
Do you think you can recognise this man in a crowd?
Yes, I could.
Is struggling, but his condition is critical.
My officers will escort you back to the palace.
We'll have tactical support.
Thank you. Major, what about the Colonel?
The terrorist threat first. Besides, we have no idea where she is.
We do if she's with Latif.
- How? - I put a tracker in his dressing.
Nice work.
Just getting a signal now.
Tura, 38 kilometres from here.
Okay. Michael, you take the bomber. Scott, you take the Colonel.
What the hell happened here?
Carnage.
By the way, Sinclair, you hit like a girl.
I don't know. He kind of hit you pretty good, didn't he?
Fucking hurt, but don't tell him.
- Let's go. - Yeah.
- Bring her back. - Shall do, buddy.
So what can you tell me about this man right here?
- Thank you. - We know that he's Chechen.
But we have no name, no date of birth.
Major, I'm sorry to interrupt.
Just before she was killed, Sally intercepted a communication
between Hungarian security and Pakistani intelligence.
It refers to the VIP convoy that was ambushed.
The car that was ambushed.
He was in it.
General Akmal Ramiz.
Akmal.
The Pakistani presidential candidate?
And our best hope for peace in Pakistan.
Latif.
Your invitation to the summit was not as secret as you thought, General.
You have John Allen to thank.
You endanger the lives of thousands
with chemical weapons for one man.
As ever, Colonel, you see things so one-dimensionally.
General Ramiz is a liar and a charlatan.
But this is not a mere abduction.
You are witness to a moment in history.
And I'm honoured to have such distinguished guests.
As the two principal architects of Operation Trojan Horse.
Trojan Horse was only ever supposed to be an intelligence operation.
Falsifying evidence of WMDs in Iraq
made the case for war.
But the road to hell is paved with good intentions,
isn't that right, Colonel?
Intelligence wasn't enough.
Which is where ATAT and the Pakistani military proved so helpful.
So the weapons were made and transported to be placed inside Iraq.
Sergeant, the comms are back on.
- Thank you. - Sir.
Scott, what's your position?
- ETA in 10. - Copy that.
Trojan Horse was necessary at the time.
We had to justify the action of our
Western allies to our own people.
This is ancient history.
But its relics survive.
It is those relics that I have sought and obtained.
The very cache of VX that you intended to plant inside Iraq.
They were supposed to be destroyed.
The temptation to keep them was too strong.
However, ATAT didn't hide them well enough.
So today, I deployed them.
While the future of my nation
is casually sealed over lunch by foreign imperialists,
and you grovel at their feet.
I came here to save Pakistan.
You want a craven Pakistan.
A Pakistan laden with American bases.
A Pakistan that will give away its nuclear weapons...
I'm trying to preserve my country
against extremist traitors who would tear it apart!
Traitors?
Like you.
I need you to get me inside this crowd.
Right.
You're going to confess to Trojan Horse.
Let the people of our country see you for the hypocrite you really are.
What do you hope to achieve?
The truth about these weapons will shatter your credibility,
awakening a new Pakistan,
a strong Pakistan,
unafraid to use its nuclear weapons against its enemies in the West.
And why should I do your bidding?
In that crowd,
a martyr is ready to detonate a bomb containing your VX gas.
He is awaiting my order to proceed.
Or if you comply, I can call him off.
You have to release this crowd.
Do you hear me?
I can't. Not until all the delegates are evacuated.
They are my absolute priority.
Somebody's gonna get crushed to death!
You have to let them out now!
I'm sorry.
You will kill those people whether I talk or not.
Akmal.
My men will intercept him.
We've already stopped one bomber.
You can take that chance, General.
But the questions remains.
How do you weigh up the lives of thousands
against your cherished reputation?
What, you feel sympathy for this man, Colonel?
Placed in this terrible position by a monster like me?
The man who killed John Porter?
I, John Porter,
confess to the crime of being a British spy.
But you must have asked the question,
who betrayed John Porter to me?
Why don't you tell her?
I would not lie to you, Eleanor.
His handler reported to me.
Porter was getting too close.
He learnt that the weapons were a hangover from the operation.
Knowledge of Trojan Horse would have torn Pakistan in half.
You gave him to Latif?
I...
allowed certain elements within ISI
to let his whereabouts be known.
A politician's answer.
But perhaps we shouldn't be too quick to judge.
I saw Porter's last report from Lahore.
He told you he stumbled across Trojan Horse, didn't he, Eleanor?
But did you tell him what you knew?
Let's be frank.
Mahmood, ATAT. You suspected the connection
- right from the start. - I...
But you hid it from your own section.
I tried to stop you.
But you only succeeded in helping me.
You didn't share your suspicions with the people who trusted you the most.
For what?
Your own ambition?
My only ambition has been to serve my country.
- For the sake of your career? - Career!
- Reputation? - Not my reputation.
- Then why? - Because I was ashamed!
I was ashamed of what I'd done.
Then your shame killed Porter.
And the others, as if you'd blown their brains out yourself.
Your silence meant the sabotage of your own mission.
And with it, you were my greatest ally.
Come on. Move through.
I see him!
Get down! Down! Get down!
Get down!
Don't shoot!
Look into the camera and confess.
Never.
I will not do your bidding.
- I'll do it, I'll do it. I'll confess. - No.
- It doesn't matter who says it. - No, Eleanor, you cannot confess.
If you confess to Trojan Horse, you will destroy...
Oh, fuck you.
No, no. Don't look at them.
Don't look at them! No, don't shoot! Don't shoot! You look at me.
It's okay.
We're gonna let some of these people go, all right?
Go. Go.
Now it's just you and me.
I need you to think.
It's a child.
It's a life.
Just give it to me.
It should have been my brother.
Put the phone down.
Give her here.
Seems for you, the lies have been difficult to live with, Colonel.
So why don't you unburden yourself?
I am Colonel Eleanor Grant,
British military intelligence.
Thank you, Colonel.
There's something else I'd like to say.
To my colleagues in Section 20.
Very well.
Shit. Run! Get out of here! Run! Run!
Mike.
Fuck. Someone's armed the bomb!
Get these people out of here!
Okay. Sinclair. Talk to me.
I'm going to pull out the detonator.
No. Don't touch the det, it's on a trip.
Okay. Okay. Then what do I do?
Which wire do I cut?
You have to cut the earth.
Which colour is the earth wire, Sinclair, which one?
It's the one that leads to the battery.
- The brown one? The brown one? - Um... I'm not sure.
Which colour is the earth wire, Sinclair, which one?
Wait.
Sinclair, the green? The brown? Tell me.
Sinclair.
- Fuck. - Green.
Finished?
That's very touching.
But I'll probably just edit that out.
Hey!
Colonel!
Damien, forgive me!
Colonel!
Latif!
Secrets are an occupational hazard in this job.
But I have kept too many for too long.
Perhaps the burden
led to my mistakes.
But everything I have done, I have done for my country.
For my involvement in Trojan Horse,
my failure to admit it,
and my part in John Porter's death, I have nothing but regret.
To Major Sinclair,
if you are still alive,
I wish you every success your doggedness and intellect deserve.
To Sergeant Richmond, for your
camaraderie and your courage, I thank you.
Damien Scott, amongst my effects,
there is a blue file.
I tried to tell you.
And to Michael Stonebridge,
you are the finest soldier I have ever known.
Serving with you all has been a privilege and an honour.
Colonel Grant.
- Colonel Grant. - Colonel Grant.
Colonel Grant.
What are you gonna do?
She did give me a second chance.
Guess I should be thankful for that.
You gotta make a decision, too, buddy boy.
Yeah, I know.
And?
I've already made it.
Well, fuck me.
Who's gonna make me look good now?
Shit.
- Daddy Stonebridge. - Yeah, I know.
- Up all night. - Yeah.
Not for the good reasons.
Fuck.