Programma Televisivo: Spooks - 6x8
Yalta wants Iran to be a global nuclear power.
Do you know her?
I work for a group called Yalta.
I need eyes and ears on the Grid.
You want me to be a traitor.
I've got someone on the inside of the security services who knows everything you're doing.
What happened between us was a stupid mistake.
You can deceive yourself like you deceive everyone else.
And who are you deceiving?
TRAIN TOOTS Morning.
So it is.
How utterly heavenly.
Not your best time of day?
Frankly, the afternoons aren't much better, either.
The evenings can be a bit Sorry.
Force of habit - work.
Let's just leave it outside for two minutes.
Tensions continue to mount in the Persian Gulf today following what the US State Department has termed "irresponsible, deliberately provocative comments" from the Iranian government.
Are fuelling Iran's burgeoning nuclear weapons programme.
Downing Street has refused to comment on reports...
HE GRUNTS AND GROANS NEWSREADER CONTINUES: American warships have fired at Iranian air force jets which flew low over the USS Saratoga.
The State Department described the incident as a warning shot...
of the apparent sudden death of the media magnate, Erik Glogauer.
As yet, we have no reports on the cause of death, only that Mr Glogauer was found dead in his office earlier this morning.
His press officer has made a very brief statement to say...
PHONE RINGS If that's Harry, tell him I'm dead.
Go on.
Myers.
Good morning.
Hi.
I hadn't expected you to call.
I had no choice.
We need to meet, Ros...
today.
Now.
Well, today could be a problem.
I've got a lot on.
And how is Adam?
Ros, you come and meet me now.
Or Ml5 and your lover will discover the extent of your involvement with us.
And then where will you find yourself waking up, I wonder?
Who was that?
No-one.
Well, it must have been someone.
Just something I've got to get sorted out.
An asset I've been cultivating.
Will you tell Harry for me?
Tell him I called.
Tell him...
tell him I'm having my nails done.
Are you sure you don't want me around?
No help required.
See you at the office.
Don't you ever presume to threaten me again, Magritte.
I'm not a performing seal who does somersaults when you clap.
The Americans know about Yalta.
Most of our London network, six men and women, have been assassinated in the last 36 hours.
There's a war coming, Ros, a war with Iran.
The Americans want to kill us, before we get a chance to stop it.
What do you mean, "stop it"?
Magritte...
what do you mean?
In 24 hours, America will launch air-strikes against targets in Iran.
When Iran responds, which it certainly will, we'll be looking at another war in the Middle East.
The situation's out of our hands.
So from now, our only duty is to prevent repercussions on British soil.
And the Yalta Group's anti-American, pro-lranian manifesto puts them at the top of our "to-do" list.
Since becoming aware of Yalta's existence, we've tried to establish the scale of its operation here.
In the last 36 hours, all these Yalta operatives have been taken out.
Dry jobs.
No mess.
Now we can add a sixth corpse to the list.
Erik Glogauer.
Owner of satellite TV stations, newspapers, websites.
So, who's killing them?
Bob Hogan knew of Yalta's existence when we did, which would suggest it's the Americans.
Since the Americans don't feel inclined to share, we need to establish a direct line into Yalta.
Most of these people are stringers.
Worker bees.
All of them made assignations with this woman.
Ana Beauchay.
Ben Kaplan led us to Beauchay.
We need to find out what else he has that could lead us to Yalta.
Yalta has been putting together an operation.
Floodland.
An attack on America.
What kind of attack?
The kind that will bring down their entire military machine.
That kind.
Nobody wants this war.
Not the Iranians.
Not the Europeans.
Not the Americans - not any more.
Not even the Republicans.
But they are giving us a war, anyway.
Forget the international consequences.
How much home-grown terrorism will it lead to, this new war?
How many more 7/7s?
How many British buses, trains, aeroplanes?
How many British dead?
I don't think you've been listening to me, Magritte.
I'm done with you.
But we're not done with you.
I'm not asking.
I want out!
If Floodland is successful, our objectives have been realised.
And then you can do as you will.
Go on.
Erik Glogauer was a senior member of Yalta.
The Americans murdered him.
What had he done to upset them?
He was in possession of something of very considerable strategic value.
A code - the Floodland activation code.
The Americans know about Floodland?
They know something's coming.
They're panicking.
Hunting down our network.
Then I can't help you, I'm afraid.
I can't even be seen with you.
Look, Ros, we're trying to stop these madmen.
Do you have any idea how many lives we'll be saving?
Including our own, perhaps.
We need you to obtain that activation code.
I need to know what the code activates.
I will not be party to a slaughter.
Magritte...
I need to know.
An activation code for what?
You do this for us, Ros, and then perhaps you get to walk away...
back to those you have betrayed.
Ros!
Ros, you have to stop him.
If he reports this to Ml5, you are blown.
And it's all over.
For all of us.
I'm blown already.
There are bigger things happening today.
If there is any part of your life that you value, you have to kill that man.
It's fast-acting and untraceable.
PHONE RINGS PHONE CONTINUES TO RING HER PHONE RINGS Come on.
REDIAL TONE PLAYS Yeah?
What do you want?
I wanted to thank you.
Thank me?
You wanted to shoot me is what you wanted.
You don't know what you saw.
I know the look I saw on Hogan's face.
Ben, you know I can't discuss this over the phone.
But please don't think you understand what you just saw, because you don't.
We need to talk.
We need to find a quiet place, a safe place for both of us and we can talk.
Kaplan?
Still nothing.
Maybe he's pulling a sickie.
Call him again.
PHONE RINGS Yeah?
Ben, it's Jo.
Can we meet?
OK, somewhere public.
And you explain to me, very carefully - No jargon, no spooky bullshit - exactly what's going on, OK?
Thanks for coming.
Thanks for coming?
Oh...
What are you lot like, eh? "
Thanks for coming"?
Ben, why do you think you're here?
We need that activation code and we need you to obtain it.
What the code activates.
I will not be party to a slaughter.
Sholto...
I'm blown.
I'm busted wide open.
I need you to pull me out of the UK.
That won't be possible.
It's absolutely bloody necessary.
You must go in.
Face it out.
No, it's gone beyond that.
Then you must set aside what you've already lost, and continue.
You have no idea what I have lost.
Ros, the choices you make today may prevent a war.
Peace or war?
The choice is yours.
My own team will see me dead for this.
You know them, you play them.
Turn them.
Besides, the way things have turned out, I rather think we're your team now, aren't we?
'Nice girl.
' Somewhat tense.
Adam?
We've got a very, very serious problem.
What kind of problem?
Adam?
You OK?
If we are to contain this situation and deal with the Ros problem in our own way, we need to convince the Americans that Ros is in the wind.
If Hogan thinks Ros will go to Thames House, he'll be waiting to pick her up, and we'll never speak to her.
Ever again.
Mm-hm.
We need to find her.
Ros?
Good morning.
If you would?
There's nothing to it, don't worry.
You betrayed everyone who ever trusted you!
I used Yalta.
And I agreed with some of their objectives but I was used...
You were used by them!
They provided outstanding intelligence.
So you bugged the Grid, you laid us wide open, you traitor!
It got complicated.
That does not make me a traitor.
What does it make you when you try and shoot a civilian?
Who said anything about shooting?
If I wanted him dead, he'd be dead.
I don't know who you are.
I don't know...
who I'm looking at.
Then look closer.
Don't get clever.
I know all your faces, Ros.
And you know what your face is telling me now?
Go on.
Illuminate me.
You're scared.
This is your last chance.
Facing us, standing there - now.
You don't know if you're gonna walk out of here alive.
It's just a roll of the dice.
You know, in all the excitement, I'd forgotten I was in the presence of such an expert on women.
Oh, for God's sake!
You lay a finger on me, I'll kill you.
Enough!
For what it's worth, Ros, l think Adam's right.
I think you came back here because you've got no choice.
Your cover's blown wide open.
And I think you're scared.
Harry...
Shut up!
Now, you tell me everything.
If you don't, do I need to itemise the consequences?
Yalta's planning an operation.
A big one.
Some kind of direct strike against America.
What kind of attack?
That's unclear.
Their aim is, apparently, to prevent the attack on Iran.
May I sit?
You may not.
Please continue.
Glogauer had ownership of something which made this attack possible.
An activation code.
An activation code for what?
A bomb, missile?
I don't know.
But whatever it was, the Americans took it seriously enough to kill Glogauer and wipe out every Yalta operative in Britain.
Without the activation code, Yalta can't execute the attack.
So I've been ordered...
I have been ordered to acquire the activation code.
And deliver it to them.
You think what you like.
The fact is, if I'd never infiltrated this organisation...
Been turned by them!
...we'd never have known that they were planning an attack.
Not until it was too late.
Now we do.
Thanks to me.
If you want to learn what form this attack's going to take and if you want to stop it, you need me.
You have to send me in there.
Harry...
I know you're there.
I want Myers.
Soon.
Preferably in the trunk of your car.
I'm gonna kill her.
No, you're not.
I'm going to use her, because she's right.
If Yalta's planning a big attack, she's our best hope of intercepting it.
We'd have to send her in unsupported.
She couldn't wear a wire.
Harry, we can't trust her.
So we stick to her, I need to stay as far as I can from Bob Hogan.
I don't trust you to be out there, working alone with her.
This is no time to be questioning my authority.
What are you thinking?
We send her in.
Empty handed, on a bluff.
Meanwhile we find the activation code.
We get it to Ros.
She determines the nature of the attack, then reports back.
We then utilise all our resources in intercepting the attack, and we also disembowel the rest of Yalta's operation.
Malcolm, Harry and I are going to be leaving soon.
Can you get me some TTX2?
Synthetic tetrototoxin.
Measure the dose for Ros's bodyweight.
Do you know what that'll do to her?
Yes, Malcolm.
Just get it for me.
And not a word to anyone.
Yeah, I've got them working on it now.
They're employing all resources, and keeping the Americans clear.
But it's gonna take time.
Do you think I'm enjoying being here, doing this?
I'm working on it.
That'll have to do.
The activation code?
How did you locate it?
I didn't.
Ml5 did it for me.
What is this, an interrogation?
And your colleagues?
Trust me.
They have absolutely no idea what's going on here.
What does that mean?
Who's she lying to?
And Kaplan?
Dealt with.
Then give it to me.
The code.
I don't think so, no.
Because you'd walk away and I'd never see you again.
And then where would I be?
Meet at TG 221442.
Adam, it's in East Anglia.
Middle of nowhere.
We need that activation code...
...or we're dead in the water.
Thanks, Harry.
Look, I know how you must be feeling about Ros.
Frankly, it doesn't compare with how we feel about her.
Milk, sugar?
No.
This operation isn't about Ros.
It's about stopping that attack.
Now, you must have friends who worked for Glogauer.
What was he like?
He set the editorial agenda.
But after that, he mostly let the editors run the papers the way they saw fit.
Mostly?
Well, there was the Liam Fairfax thing...
Liam Fairfax invented SilicoNation.
Four million players worldwide, made him a very rich boy.
But not, it seems, a happy one.
Two weeks ago, he took his own life.
His company...
Was owned by Glogauer.
Before he became an internet entrepreneur...
...Liam Fairfax was a hacker, one of the best we ever produced.
So Liam stumbles across something, some secret, and he passes it on, or sells it, to Erik Glogauer.
Now, we know the activation code wasn't in Glogauer's office or on his personal computer.
So we assume that Fairfax must have held on to it.
In my experience, if a teenage boy wants to hide something...
He'll hide it in his room.
Thanks.
But Ml5 went over everything and they found nothing.
Then I suggest we look again...
with a different eye.
You know she's not gonna live through this.
No.
No, she's not.
How long does the thing last?
It's good for an hour.
We're off.
OK, she's bitten down.
Gotcha.
This is her last known position.
A single approach road.
It's not good.
We'll stop short.
Go the rest of the way on foot.
Do you have it?
I'm here, aren't I?
So before you get a thing from me, l want my safety guaranteed.
There's no witness protection programme for dirty spies, Ros.
What exactly are we looking for?
We'll know it when we see it.
And that's a quote, is it?
From the Spy Handbook?
Because it's not massively encouraging.
Whatever happens here now, whether you execute the attack or not, I'm dead.
And I don't want to be.
There are books I want to read and I still hate my kitchen.
So I get a way out of this, or you get nothing.
One guard visible.
Almost certainly armed.
Almost certainly not alone.
Full surveillance west and east.
Which means they're probably scanning for transmissions.
Effective to what?
Half a kilometre?
Which means these listening devices are useless - they'll know we're here if we flick the "on" switch.
We need information on Operation Floodland.
If we can't listen in, Ros is our only source.
Yeah, and we can't trust a word she says.
I'm gonna have to go in.
I'm gonna have to do it blind.
You'll need a diversion.
Tea?
She's arrived.
We're running out of time.
Wait.
What?
Malcolm, does this look right to you?
Could he have hidden the code Well, Ros.
We do have ways of making you talk.
Yes, and we all know the calibre of intelligence obtained under torture.
Quite.
Do you know which weapon played the most crucial role in the invasion of Iraq?
Enlighten me.
Satellites.
It's a technology you don't even notice.
Sugar?
No, that war was decided by the constant flow of battlefield information from weather satellites, spy satellites...
Instant intelligence enables instant reaction - what they call "shortening the kill chain".
The entire American military machine is reliant on this technology.
If we pull the plug on it, it's rendered helpless.
Ros, in order to prevent an unnecessary and absurd war, we will take down their satellites and we'll send the Americans home to think again.
And nobody dies.
Get me a laptop.
It's on my server.
The periodic table's been re-arranged.
The elements are in the wrong order.
You saw that?
Wow.
Geek.
It's called steganography - hiding something in plain sight.
That is in the Spy Handbook.
Malcolm.
If we've guessed incorrectly, Ros dies.
If we don't guess at all, Ros dies.
She's got the code.
How do we get the code to Ros?
Email dead drop.
We've set up an account on a free email site.
Instead of sending the email, we save it as a draft.
No email is actually sent.
That way all Ros has to do is log on to the "drafts" folder, and there it is, by magic.
OK, RB37.
She's logging on.
SN...
SM50.
OK...
PU14.
She's entering her password.
TB65...
GA3.
Quickly, she's in.
Last one, BE4.
One last question.
How do we know we can trust you?
Oh, give me one good single sodding reason why I'd lie!
Because some people just can't help themselves.
The trouble with you, Ros, is that you're a serpentine bitch.
You wouldn't know the truth if it coiled round and kissed you on the lips.
Nice to see you, too, Juliet.
How's the spine?
So...
are you to be trusted?
Well, that's a redundant question, isn't it?
You're perfectly aware l agree with your aims, even if I don't approve of your tactics.
But even if that weren't the case...
where's left for me to go?
No, not nearly enough.
Not even the right postal district.
What happens when I enter this code?
Will Floodland be launched?
Or have you cooked up something artful?
What do you want me to say? "
No"?
I can't prove a negative.
Then prove a positive.
Prove you're playing this side of the fence.
That you're not here on behalf of Harry Pearce.
Harry followed me here.
So did Adam.
They're surveilling us now.
I needed to convince them l was still working for Ml5.
I needed their resources.
I used them to locate the activation code.
Where are they now?
I have no idea.
But I planted a tracker on Harry.
It'll lead you straight to him.
Good, we're getting somewhere, at last.
Feel free to leave, but, um, like you say, where have you got to go?
Aagh.
Don't.
Just don't.
You should have let me drown when you had the chance.
What would you have done, Adam?
What would Harry have done?
Sometimes we have to give each other up.
Sometimes we just have to.
Of course, I always thought you a lunatic, Juliet.
But I thought you a lunatic on behalf of America.
Deep cover, Harry.
Remember that?
Where's Adam?
He'sjust popped out for some milk and a packet of biscuits.
If you don't bring Adam in, we'll have to track him down and kill him.
I hope you know how much l don't want that to happen.
Juliet.
What on earth are you doing?
We're preventing a catastrophic war.
And how many lives do you intend to take in the process?
The point is to save lives.
This is a really big, empty house, Adam.
Sound travels really easily.
You'd be dead before you opened your mouth.
You sure about that?
You really think you can depress that plunger all the way?
Go on, then.
If you're going to do it, just do it.
Pretty soon, they're going to work out where you are.
If we're going to stop this attack, we have to do it together.
Do you know, I can't believe l actually trusted you.
It's time to decide, Adam.
Time to make up your mind what's going on here.
Between us.
Arsehole.
Don't be too grateful.
The day's not over yet.
By what divine mandate are you elected to do this?
It's our duty to stop them!
My dad used to send me to my room when I was a teenager.
It didn't work then, either.
And how do you intend to do that?
Like this.
Is this it?
Apparently.
Malcolm, you ready?
Patched, ready.
Oh, Liam, you clever boy.
Malcolm?
Fairfax hid something in the game.
The activation code downloads it!
Am I to believe you're a communist now?
A born-again Marxist?
A democrat.
First, last and always.
There was a hacker called Liam Fairfax.
He found a back door into the American defence network.
Through that back door, we uploaded what Liam would have called a "logic bomb".
When the logic bomb hits home, America's satellites go off line.
The United States will be blind and deaf, which means they won't be attacking anybody.
Not for a long time.
So why are you telling me all this, Juliet?
To recruit you, Harry.
You know you're one of us.
And you're so confident that I won't try to stop you?
Well, how could you?
It's already done.
BOMB BLASTS OUT Malcolm?
The logic bomb, it's spreading.
If Liam Fairfax found a back door into an American satellite, the logic bomb will copy itself to the entire network.
Take them down, one by one.
Like it or not, the defence of the realm is linked to America.
If they're blind, so are we.
If they're helpless, so are we.
What do we do now?
If we can find the back door, we can shut it.
Stop the logic bomb spreading.
But to do that I need access to the logic bomb.
I need the computer code.
It won't allow itself to be copied, or to be forwarded, or to be downloaded.
I need to get my hands on that computer.
That actual computer.
Fine, Malcolm, I'll get it to you.
You and Jo get a helicopter to Wisbech.
Special Forces will escort you then.
You'll be there in half an hour.
Adam, wait, they have a point.
They're just trying to stop a pointless war.
Isn't peace what we're fighting for?
Time to make a choice, Ros.
Here and now.
Make a choice.
You might want to look upstairs.
You had a visitor...
Adam Carter.
In the house?
Of course he was.
Doing what?
Playing around in your operations room.
Contacting the Grid.
Don't worry - he's down.
He'll be all right, Harry.
I went easy on him.
Considering.
I'd like Harry to stay, if you wouldn't mind?
Let's have a quiet talk with Adam, if he's in any condition.
And I think we'd better make our preparations to leave.
Job's done, Harry.
Your boy was too late.
Would you apologise to him for me?
That's assuming...
Do it yourself.
Send him a postcard.
Cough drop?
Oh, very clever.
Get the keys.
They're not here.
WALKIE-TALKIE BUZZES There's no time, you have to go.
Go now!
Ros, come on.
Go!
Go!
Ros!
GUNSHOTS This side.
OK.
We found Pearce south of the house.
Head in that direction.
It's not far to the car.
Good.
Are you ready?
I can't.
What?
We have to get this laptop to Malcolm.
Ros, you...
Ros, you can't go back there.
Because it's too risky or you don't trust me?
Of course I trust you.
Special forces are on their way.
Harry will be dead before they get there.
Juliet won't let him live.
If you go back there, you'll die.
I can't let that happen, l can't let you go.
I'm not asking you for permission.
You go and put right what you have to.
Let me put right what I have to.
I can't let you walk away, not without...
This isn't right.
Me and you.
It's not right.
Me and you is broken.
It has been since day one.
We could try.
We could...
No, we can't.
Because even if it could be fixed, you wouldn't be you and I wouldn't be me, so what would be the point?
We could try, we could...
No, we couldn't.
And we don't want to.
Not really.
We'll talk about this later.
No, you see, there's our problem, Adam.
We lie to each other.
It's in our blood.
GUNSHOTS We've lost them.
This operation is concluded.
Pull out.
SIREN BLARES TYRES SCREECH Can you stop it?
If I can identify how the logic bomb got itself uploaded and into the satellites.
I need to find the back door, before I can close it.
The back door's a civilian comms satellite.
It's very smart and very sophisticated.
Can you stop it?
I don't know!
HE GRUNTS Don't be such a bloody moron, Harry.
Ros, they're...
It's done some damage, but I've uploaded a flash worm.
Now...
we just have to wait.
I'm sorry.
No need.
I'm enjoying myself.
The world's about to change, Harry.
It's time you chose sides.
I know you have no love for the American imperium.
I have no love for self-appointed saviours, either.
All I've done is all we've ever done - put Britain first.
Oh!
I gave you the opportunity to walk away and you didn't take it.
You betrayed this operation and you betrayed Harry's.
You never found your place in this world, did you, Ros?
I'm sorry.
Oh, come on, Juliet.
Juliet, don't do this.
Ros, look at me!
Harry...!
Look at me!
Ros!
You are an outstanding officer.
You are my outstanding officer, don't be afraid.
Do not be afraid!
Now is not the time to start patronising me.
Don't you know any good jokes?
Juliet!
Harry!
ROS SHRIEKS SHE GASPS AND MOANS Goodbye, Harry.
SHOUTING INDISTINCT VOICES We lost eight per cent of our satellite capacity.
Back on line and fully operational in four weeks...
six, maybe.
We owe you, Harry.
Well, I'm only glad to have made the world safe once again for American aggression.
I'm sorry about your officer, but I will need verification that your leak has been plugged.
I am the resurrection and the life, sayeth the Lord.
He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall live, and whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die.
Unto Almighty God we commend the soul of our sister departed...
I'm sorry.
But you understand.
I don't care what she did.
You could at least allow her some dignity.
Look, for what it's worth...
Don't say it.
She's dead.
Whatever you say about her now, it means nothing.
Ros...
Ros...
Oh, thank God.
SHE GASPS AND MOANS Shhhh!
You have to be quiet!
Please, you have to be quiet!
SHE GASPS Shhh!
Shhh!
Shhh!
I switched syringes.
You were injected with a synthetic nerve agent.
It slows respiration.
Heart rate.
Brain activity.
Simulates death.
TTX2?
Why would you do that?
I knew they'd want you dead.
I knew how they liked to do their killing.
I thought I'd save you by getting there first.
That's fatal twenty per cent of the time.
Twenty five.
Drink.
I did kill you, Ros.
You're dead.
The Americans won't hear any excuses, so you're dead.
Inside this bag, there's clothes, a passport and money.
You walk away and you don't look back.
Not ever.
If I came with you, they'd know.
If they know, they'll come after you.
I can't let that happen.
Ros, we don't have time for this.
There's never any time, is there?
There's never enough time.
Not for us.
Not for us.
Don't go missing my funeral.
DOOR BANGS Your story could topple the government.
Section D has been suspended pending investigation of the Myers affair.
It's all my fault.
I went to Kaplan.
People have a right to know.
It's not your right to inform them, Adam.
It's certainly not your job.
It's not my job any more.
I'm done with it.
That's not a spy talking.
I'm not a spy any more.
Our team is under imminent threat of assassination.
He's got a bomb.
Are we talking al-Qaeda, lran, what?
We're talking a walking ghost with a death wish.
Come armed or equipped in any way and I will detonate the bomb.
Do you know her?
I work for a group called Yalta.
I need eyes and ears on the Grid.
You want me to be a traitor.
I've got someone on the inside of the security services who knows everything you're doing.
What happened between us was a stupid mistake.
You can deceive yourself like you deceive everyone else.
And who are you deceiving?
TRAIN TOOTS Morning.
So it is.
How utterly heavenly.
Not your best time of day?
Frankly, the afternoons aren't much better, either.
The evenings can be a bit Sorry.
Force of habit - work.
Let's just leave it outside for two minutes.
Tensions continue to mount in the Persian Gulf today following what the US State Department has termed "irresponsible, deliberately provocative comments" from the Iranian government.
Are fuelling Iran's burgeoning nuclear weapons programme.
Downing Street has refused to comment on reports...
HE GRUNTS AND GROANS NEWSREADER CONTINUES: American warships have fired at Iranian air force jets which flew low over the USS Saratoga.
The State Department described the incident as a warning shot...
of the apparent sudden death of the media magnate, Erik Glogauer.
As yet, we have no reports on the cause of death, only that Mr Glogauer was found dead in his office earlier this morning.
His press officer has made a very brief statement to say...
PHONE RINGS If that's Harry, tell him I'm dead.
Go on.
Myers.
Good morning.
Hi.
I hadn't expected you to call.
I had no choice.
We need to meet, Ros...
today.
Now.
Well, today could be a problem.
I've got a lot on.
And how is Adam?
Ros, you come and meet me now.
Or Ml5 and your lover will discover the extent of your involvement with us.
And then where will you find yourself waking up, I wonder?
Who was that?
No-one.
Well, it must have been someone.
Just something I've got to get sorted out.
An asset I've been cultivating.
Will you tell Harry for me?
Tell him I called.
Tell him...
tell him I'm having my nails done.
Are you sure you don't want me around?
No help required.
See you at the office.
Don't you ever presume to threaten me again, Magritte.
I'm not a performing seal who does somersaults when you clap.
The Americans know about Yalta.
Most of our London network, six men and women, have been assassinated in the last 36 hours.
There's a war coming, Ros, a war with Iran.
The Americans want to kill us, before we get a chance to stop it.
What do you mean, "stop it"?
Magritte...
what do you mean?
In 24 hours, America will launch air-strikes against targets in Iran.
When Iran responds, which it certainly will, we'll be looking at another war in the Middle East.
The situation's out of our hands.
So from now, our only duty is to prevent repercussions on British soil.
And the Yalta Group's anti-American, pro-lranian manifesto puts them at the top of our "to-do" list.
Since becoming aware of Yalta's existence, we've tried to establish the scale of its operation here.
In the last 36 hours, all these Yalta operatives have been taken out.
Dry jobs.
No mess.
Now we can add a sixth corpse to the list.
Erik Glogauer.
Owner of satellite TV stations, newspapers, websites.
So, who's killing them?
Bob Hogan knew of Yalta's existence when we did, which would suggest it's the Americans.
Since the Americans don't feel inclined to share, we need to establish a direct line into Yalta.
Most of these people are stringers.
Worker bees.
All of them made assignations with this woman.
Ana Beauchay.
Ben Kaplan led us to Beauchay.
We need to find out what else he has that could lead us to Yalta.
Yalta has been putting together an operation.
Floodland.
An attack on America.
What kind of attack?
The kind that will bring down their entire military machine.
That kind.
Nobody wants this war.
Not the Iranians.
Not the Europeans.
Not the Americans - not any more.
Not even the Republicans.
But they are giving us a war, anyway.
Forget the international consequences.
How much home-grown terrorism will it lead to, this new war?
How many more 7/7s?
How many British buses, trains, aeroplanes?
How many British dead?
I don't think you've been listening to me, Magritte.
I'm done with you.
But we're not done with you.
I'm not asking.
I want out!
If Floodland is successful, our objectives have been realised.
And then you can do as you will.
Go on.
Erik Glogauer was a senior member of Yalta.
The Americans murdered him.
What had he done to upset them?
He was in possession of something of very considerable strategic value.
A code - the Floodland activation code.
The Americans know about Floodland?
They know something's coming.
They're panicking.
Hunting down our network.
Then I can't help you, I'm afraid.
I can't even be seen with you.
Look, Ros, we're trying to stop these madmen.
Do you have any idea how many lives we'll be saving?
Including our own, perhaps.
We need you to obtain that activation code.
I need to know what the code activates.
I will not be party to a slaughter.
Magritte...
I need to know.
An activation code for what?
You do this for us, Ros, and then perhaps you get to walk away...
back to those you have betrayed.
Ros!
Ros, you have to stop him.
If he reports this to Ml5, you are blown.
And it's all over.
For all of us.
I'm blown already.
There are bigger things happening today.
If there is any part of your life that you value, you have to kill that man.
It's fast-acting and untraceable.
PHONE RINGS PHONE CONTINUES TO RING HER PHONE RINGS Come on.
REDIAL TONE PLAYS Yeah?
What do you want?
I wanted to thank you.
Thank me?
You wanted to shoot me is what you wanted.
You don't know what you saw.
I know the look I saw on Hogan's face.
Ben, you know I can't discuss this over the phone.
But please don't think you understand what you just saw, because you don't.
We need to talk.
We need to find a quiet place, a safe place for both of us and we can talk.
Kaplan?
Still nothing.
Maybe he's pulling a sickie.
Call him again.
PHONE RINGS Yeah?
Ben, it's Jo.
Can we meet?
OK, somewhere public.
And you explain to me, very carefully - No jargon, no spooky bullshit - exactly what's going on, OK?
Thanks for coming.
Thanks for coming?
Oh...
What are you lot like, eh? "
Thanks for coming"?
Ben, why do you think you're here?
We need that activation code and we need you to obtain it.
What the code activates.
I will not be party to a slaughter.
Sholto...
I'm blown.
I'm busted wide open.
I need you to pull me out of the UK.
That won't be possible.
It's absolutely bloody necessary.
You must go in.
Face it out.
No, it's gone beyond that.
Then you must set aside what you've already lost, and continue.
You have no idea what I have lost.
Ros, the choices you make today may prevent a war.
Peace or war?
The choice is yours.
My own team will see me dead for this.
You know them, you play them.
Turn them.
Besides, the way things have turned out, I rather think we're your team now, aren't we?
'Nice girl.
' Somewhat tense.
Adam?
We've got a very, very serious problem.
What kind of problem?
Adam?
You OK?
If we are to contain this situation and deal with the Ros problem in our own way, we need to convince the Americans that Ros is in the wind.
If Hogan thinks Ros will go to Thames House, he'll be waiting to pick her up, and we'll never speak to her.
Ever again.
Mm-hm.
We need to find her.
Ros?
Good morning.
If you would?
There's nothing to it, don't worry.
You betrayed everyone who ever trusted you!
I used Yalta.
And I agreed with some of their objectives but I was used...
You were used by them!
They provided outstanding intelligence.
So you bugged the Grid, you laid us wide open, you traitor!
It got complicated.
That does not make me a traitor.
What does it make you when you try and shoot a civilian?
Who said anything about shooting?
If I wanted him dead, he'd be dead.
I don't know who you are.
I don't know...
who I'm looking at.
Then look closer.
Don't get clever.
I know all your faces, Ros.
And you know what your face is telling me now?
Go on.
Illuminate me.
You're scared.
This is your last chance.
Facing us, standing there - now.
You don't know if you're gonna walk out of here alive.
It's just a roll of the dice.
You know, in all the excitement, I'd forgotten I was in the presence of such an expert on women.
Oh, for God's sake!
You lay a finger on me, I'll kill you.
Enough!
For what it's worth, Ros, l think Adam's right.
I think you came back here because you've got no choice.
Your cover's blown wide open.
And I think you're scared.
Harry...
Shut up!
Now, you tell me everything.
If you don't, do I need to itemise the consequences?
Yalta's planning an operation.
A big one.
Some kind of direct strike against America.
What kind of attack?
That's unclear.
Their aim is, apparently, to prevent the attack on Iran.
May I sit?
You may not.
Please continue.
Glogauer had ownership of something which made this attack possible.
An activation code.
An activation code for what?
A bomb, missile?
I don't know.
But whatever it was, the Americans took it seriously enough to kill Glogauer and wipe out every Yalta operative in Britain.
Without the activation code, Yalta can't execute the attack.
So I've been ordered...
I have been ordered to acquire the activation code.
And deliver it to them.
You think what you like.
The fact is, if I'd never infiltrated this organisation...
Been turned by them!
...we'd never have known that they were planning an attack.
Not until it was too late.
Now we do.
Thanks to me.
If you want to learn what form this attack's going to take and if you want to stop it, you need me.
You have to send me in there.
Harry...
I know you're there.
I want Myers.
Soon.
Preferably in the trunk of your car.
I'm gonna kill her.
No, you're not.
I'm going to use her, because she's right.
If Yalta's planning a big attack, she's our best hope of intercepting it.
We'd have to send her in unsupported.
She couldn't wear a wire.
Harry, we can't trust her.
So we stick to her, I need to stay as far as I can from Bob Hogan.
I don't trust you to be out there, working alone with her.
This is no time to be questioning my authority.
What are you thinking?
We send her in.
Empty handed, on a bluff.
Meanwhile we find the activation code.
We get it to Ros.
She determines the nature of the attack, then reports back.
We then utilise all our resources in intercepting the attack, and we also disembowel the rest of Yalta's operation.
Malcolm, Harry and I are going to be leaving soon.
Can you get me some TTX2?
Synthetic tetrototoxin.
Measure the dose for Ros's bodyweight.
Do you know what that'll do to her?
Yes, Malcolm.
Just get it for me.
And not a word to anyone.
Yeah, I've got them working on it now.
They're employing all resources, and keeping the Americans clear.
But it's gonna take time.
Do you think I'm enjoying being here, doing this?
I'm working on it.
That'll have to do.
The activation code?
How did you locate it?
I didn't.
Ml5 did it for me.
What is this, an interrogation?
And your colleagues?
Trust me.
They have absolutely no idea what's going on here.
What does that mean?
Who's she lying to?
And Kaplan?
Dealt with.
Then give it to me.
The code.
I don't think so, no.
Because you'd walk away and I'd never see you again.
And then where would I be?
Meet at TG 221442.
Adam, it's in East Anglia.
Middle of nowhere.
We need that activation code...
...or we're dead in the water.
Thanks, Harry.
Look, I know how you must be feeling about Ros.
Frankly, it doesn't compare with how we feel about her.
Milk, sugar?
No.
This operation isn't about Ros.
It's about stopping that attack.
Now, you must have friends who worked for Glogauer.
What was he like?
He set the editorial agenda.
But after that, he mostly let the editors run the papers the way they saw fit.
Mostly?
Well, there was the Liam Fairfax thing...
Liam Fairfax invented SilicoNation.
Four million players worldwide, made him a very rich boy.
But not, it seems, a happy one.
Two weeks ago, he took his own life.
His company...
Was owned by Glogauer.
Before he became an internet entrepreneur...
...Liam Fairfax was a hacker, one of the best we ever produced.
So Liam stumbles across something, some secret, and he passes it on, or sells it, to Erik Glogauer.
Now, we know the activation code wasn't in Glogauer's office or on his personal computer.
So we assume that Fairfax must have held on to it.
In my experience, if a teenage boy wants to hide something...
He'll hide it in his room.
Thanks.
But Ml5 went over everything and they found nothing.
Then I suggest we look again...
with a different eye.
You know she's not gonna live through this.
No.
No, she's not.
How long does the thing last?
It's good for an hour.
We're off.
OK, she's bitten down.
Gotcha.
This is her last known position.
A single approach road.
It's not good.
We'll stop short.
Go the rest of the way on foot.
Do you have it?
I'm here, aren't I?
So before you get a thing from me, l want my safety guaranteed.
There's no witness protection programme for dirty spies, Ros.
What exactly are we looking for?
We'll know it when we see it.
And that's a quote, is it?
From the Spy Handbook?
Because it's not massively encouraging.
Whatever happens here now, whether you execute the attack or not, I'm dead.
And I don't want to be.
There are books I want to read and I still hate my kitchen.
So I get a way out of this, or you get nothing.
One guard visible.
Almost certainly armed.
Almost certainly not alone.
Full surveillance west and east.
Which means they're probably scanning for transmissions.
Effective to what?
Half a kilometre?
Which means these listening devices are useless - they'll know we're here if we flick the "on" switch.
We need information on Operation Floodland.
If we can't listen in, Ros is our only source.
Yeah, and we can't trust a word she says.
I'm gonna have to go in.
I'm gonna have to do it blind.
You'll need a diversion.
Tea?
She's arrived.
We're running out of time.
Wait.
What?
Malcolm, does this look right to you?
Could he have hidden the code Well, Ros.
We do have ways of making you talk.
Yes, and we all know the calibre of intelligence obtained under torture.
Quite.
Do you know which weapon played the most crucial role in the invasion of Iraq?
Enlighten me.
Satellites.
It's a technology you don't even notice.
Sugar?
No, that war was decided by the constant flow of battlefield information from weather satellites, spy satellites...
Instant intelligence enables instant reaction - what they call "shortening the kill chain".
The entire American military machine is reliant on this technology.
If we pull the plug on it, it's rendered helpless.
Ros, in order to prevent an unnecessary and absurd war, we will take down their satellites and we'll send the Americans home to think again.
And nobody dies.
Get me a laptop.
It's on my server.
The periodic table's been re-arranged.
The elements are in the wrong order.
You saw that?
Wow.
Geek.
It's called steganography - hiding something in plain sight.
That is in the Spy Handbook.
Malcolm.
If we've guessed incorrectly, Ros dies.
If we don't guess at all, Ros dies.
She's got the code.
How do we get the code to Ros?
Email dead drop.
We've set up an account on a free email site.
Instead of sending the email, we save it as a draft.
No email is actually sent.
That way all Ros has to do is log on to the "drafts" folder, and there it is, by magic.
OK, RB37.
She's logging on.
SN...
SM50.
OK...
PU14.
She's entering her password.
TB65...
GA3.
Quickly, she's in.
Last one, BE4.
One last question.
How do we know we can trust you?
Oh, give me one good single sodding reason why I'd lie!
Because some people just can't help themselves.
The trouble with you, Ros, is that you're a serpentine bitch.
You wouldn't know the truth if it coiled round and kissed you on the lips.
Nice to see you, too, Juliet.
How's the spine?
So...
are you to be trusted?
Well, that's a redundant question, isn't it?
You're perfectly aware l agree with your aims, even if I don't approve of your tactics.
But even if that weren't the case...
where's left for me to go?
No, not nearly enough.
Not even the right postal district.
What happens when I enter this code?
Will Floodland be launched?
Or have you cooked up something artful?
What do you want me to say? "
No"?
I can't prove a negative.
Then prove a positive.
Prove you're playing this side of the fence.
That you're not here on behalf of Harry Pearce.
Harry followed me here.
So did Adam.
They're surveilling us now.
I needed to convince them l was still working for Ml5.
I needed their resources.
I used them to locate the activation code.
Where are they now?
I have no idea.
But I planted a tracker on Harry.
It'll lead you straight to him.
Good, we're getting somewhere, at last.
Feel free to leave, but, um, like you say, where have you got to go?
Aagh.
Don't.
Just don't.
You should have let me drown when you had the chance.
What would you have done, Adam?
What would Harry have done?
Sometimes we have to give each other up.
Sometimes we just have to.
Of course, I always thought you a lunatic, Juliet.
But I thought you a lunatic on behalf of America.
Deep cover, Harry.
Remember that?
Where's Adam?
He'sjust popped out for some milk and a packet of biscuits.
If you don't bring Adam in, we'll have to track him down and kill him.
I hope you know how much l don't want that to happen.
Juliet.
What on earth are you doing?
We're preventing a catastrophic war.
And how many lives do you intend to take in the process?
The point is to save lives.
This is a really big, empty house, Adam.
Sound travels really easily.
You'd be dead before you opened your mouth.
You sure about that?
You really think you can depress that plunger all the way?
Go on, then.
If you're going to do it, just do it.
Pretty soon, they're going to work out where you are.
If we're going to stop this attack, we have to do it together.
Do you know, I can't believe l actually trusted you.
It's time to decide, Adam.
Time to make up your mind what's going on here.
Between us.
Arsehole.
Don't be too grateful.
The day's not over yet.
By what divine mandate are you elected to do this?
It's our duty to stop them!
My dad used to send me to my room when I was a teenager.
It didn't work then, either.
And how do you intend to do that?
Like this.
Is this it?
Apparently.
Malcolm, you ready?
Patched, ready.
Oh, Liam, you clever boy.
Malcolm?
Fairfax hid something in the game.
The activation code downloads it!
Am I to believe you're a communist now?
A born-again Marxist?
A democrat.
First, last and always.
There was a hacker called Liam Fairfax.
He found a back door into the American defence network.
Through that back door, we uploaded what Liam would have called a "logic bomb".
When the logic bomb hits home, America's satellites go off line.
The United States will be blind and deaf, which means they won't be attacking anybody.
Not for a long time.
So why are you telling me all this, Juliet?
To recruit you, Harry.
You know you're one of us.
And you're so confident that I won't try to stop you?
Well, how could you?
It's already done.
BOMB BLASTS OUT Malcolm?
The logic bomb, it's spreading.
If Liam Fairfax found a back door into an American satellite, the logic bomb will copy itself to the entire network.
Take them down, one by one.
Like it or not, the defence of the realm is linked to America.
If they're blind, so are we.
If they're helpless, so are we.
What do we do now?
If we can find the back door, we can shut it.
Stop the logic bomb spreading.
But to do that I need access to the logic bomb.
I need the computer code.
It won't allow itself to be copied, or to be forwarded, or to be downloaded.
I need to get my hands on that computer.
That actual computer.
Fine, Malcolm, I'll get it to you.
You and Jo get a helicopter to Wisbech.
Special Forces will escort you then.
You'll be there in half an hour.
Adam, wait, they have a point.
They're just trying to stop a pointless war.
Isn't peace what we're fighting for?
Time to make a choice, Ros.
Here and now.
Make a choice.
You might want to look upstairs.
You had a visitor...
Adam Carter.
In the house?
Of course he was.
Doing what?
Playing around in your operations room.
Contacting the Grid.
Don't worry - he's down.
He'll be all right, Harry.
I went easy on him.
Considering.
I'd like Harry to stay, if you wouldn't mind?
Let's have a quiet talk with Adam, if he's in any condition.
And I think we'd better make our preparations to leave.
Job's done, Harry.
Your boy was too late.
Would you apologise to him for me?
That's assuming...
Do it yourself.
Send him a postcard.
Cough drop?
Oh, very clever.
Get the keys.
They're not here.
WALKIE-TALKIE BUZZES There's no time, you have to go.
Go now!
Ros, come on.
Go!
Go!
Ros!
GUNSHOTS This side.
OK.
We found Pearce south of the house.
Head in that direction.
It's not far to the car.
Good.
Are you ready?
I can't.
What?
We have to get this laptop to Malcolm.
Ros, you...
Ros, you can't go back there.
Because it's too risky or you don't trust me?
Of course I trust you.
Special forces are on their way.
Harry will be dead before they get there.
Juliet won't let him live.
If you go back there, you'll die.
I can't let that happen, l can't let you go.
I'm not asking you for permission.
You go and put right what you have to.
Let me put right what I have to.
I can't let you walk away, not without...
This isn't right.
Me and you.
It's not right.
Me and you is broken.
It has been since day one.
We could try.
We could...
No, we can't.
Because even if it could be fixed, you wouldn't be you and I wouldn't be me, so what would be the point?
We could try, we could...
No, we couldn't.
And we don't want to.
Not really.
We'll talk about this later.
No, you see, there's our problem, Adam.
We lie to each other.
It's in our blood.
GUNSHOTS We've lost them.
This operation is concluded.
Pull out.
SIREN BLARES TYRES SCREECH Can you stop it?
If I can identify how the logic bomb got itself uploaded and into the satellites.
I need to find the back door, before I can close it.
The back door's a civilian comms satellite.
It's very smart and very sophisticated.
Can you stop it?
I don't know!
HE GRUNTS Don't be such a bloody moron, Harry.
Ros, they're...
It's done some damage, but I've uploaded a flash worm.
Now...
we just have to wait.
I'm sorry.
No need.
I'm enjoying myself.
The world's about to change, Harry.
It's time you chose sides.
I know you have no love for the American imperium.
I have no love for self-appointed saviours, either.
All I've done is all we've ever done - put Britain first.
Oh!
I gave you the opportunity to walk away and you didn't take it.
You betrayed this operation and you betrayed Harry's.
You never found your place in this world, did you, Ros?
I'm sorry.
Oh, come on, Juliet.
Juliet, don't do this.
Ros, look at me!
Harry...!
Look at me!
Ros!
You are an outstanding officer.
You are my outstanding officer, don't be afraid.
Do not be afraid!
Now is not the time to start patronising me.
Don't you know any good jokes?
Juliet!
Harry!
ROS SHRIEKS SHE GASPS AND MOANS Goodbye, Harry.
SHOUTING INDISTINCT VOICES We lost eight per cent of our satellite capacity.
Back on line and fully operational in four weeks...
six, maybe.
We owe you, Harry.
Well, I'm only glad to have made the world safe once again for American aggression.
I'm sorry about your officer, but I will need verification that your leak has been plugged.
I am the resurrection and the life, sayeth the Lord.
He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall live, and whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die.
Unto Almighty God we commend the soul of our sister departed...
I'm sorry.
But you understand.
I don't care what she did.
You could at least allow her some dignity.
Look, for what it's worth...
Don't say it.
She's dead.
Whatever you say about her now, it means nothing.
Ros...
Ros...
Oh, thank God.
SHE GASPS AND MOANS Shhhh!
You have to be quiet!
Please, you have to be quiet!
SHE GASPS Shhh!
Shhh!
Shhh!
I switched syringes.
You were injected with a synthetic nerve agent.
It slows respiration.
Heart rate.
Brain activity.
Simulates death.
TTX2?
Why would you do that?
I knew they'd want you dead.
I knew how they liked to do their killing.
I thought I'd save you by getting there first.
That's fatal twenty per cent of the time.
Twenty five.
Drink.
I did kill you, Ros.
You're dead.
The Americans won't hear any excuses, so you're dead.
Inside this bag, there's clothes, a passport and money.
You walk away and you don't look back.
Not ever.
If I came with you, they'd know.
If they know, they'll come after you.
I can't let that happen.
Ros, we don't have time for this.
There's never any time, is there?
There's never enough time.
Not for us.
Not for us.
Don't go missing my funeral.
DOOR BANGS Your story could topple the government.
Section D has been suspended pending investigation of the Myers affair.
It's all my fault.
I went to Kaplan.
People have a right to know.
It's not your right to inform them, Adam.
It's certainly not your job.
It's not my job any more.
I'm done with it.
That's not a spy talking.
I'm not a spy any more.
Our team is under imminent threat of assassination.
He's got a bomb.
Are we talking al-Qaeda, lran, what?
We're talking a walking ghost with a death wish.
Come armed or equipped in any way and I will detonate the bomb.