"GENERATORS POWER DOWN" "HE SPEAKS URGENTLY" "HE ACTIVATES ALARM" "MAN COUGHS AND WRETCHES" "TRANSLATION:" "COUGHING CONTINUES" "Ebrahim... a nation his predecessor refused to rule out invading." "The Home Secretary is with me now." "The Prime Minister's talked of a turning point in Iranian relations, it's been greeted with positive noises, but with all the hostile rhetoric and the near flash points of recent months, can there ever be lasting peace with Iran?" "'Can it ever be achieved?" "Yes, yes, it can.' I'll call you in a minute." "'The Prime Minister began a direct dialogue with Tehran, 'something which no other western politician has dared attempt in recent years." "'Erm, Iran and Great Britain are entering a new era" "'I assume you mean the Iranian hardliners who want to derail the whole process, 'but can such strong internal opposition ever be overcome?" "'Britain and Iran have worked hard to bring us to this point." "'Between us we have people in place who's job is to ensure 'that this opportunity for a lasting peace will not be brought down by violence.'" "ALARM BEEPS" "TV ON" "Come on, we've got a meeting to go to." "We'll be late." "You're late." "Sorry." "OK." "You're conversant with unfolding events that we may be on the brink of peace with Iran." "A brink to some is a precipice to others." "The closer we get, the less we can afford to let anything go wrong." "So what's the weather like out there?" "Zaf's reports from Tehran only mention the expected rumblings from local dissidents." "He's going to maintain his position there." "Ros?" "The signs are, most Iranians want the same accord as we do but I have set up a meet with an asset." "He says he has something for us." "Any idea what?" "For all I know, it could be an invitation to his daughter's wedding." "But he is a good source." "Follow that up." "Adam?" "I'm maintaining watch and ward on the Iranian Special Consul's movements via his wife." "It's... quiet." "Long may it remain that way." "So, go to it." "Oh..." "Adam... the Review Board have passed on your latest psychiatric assessment." "You've made excellent progress in the last few sessions." "Good, I'm glad to hear it." "Working in this field, it's important to have some kind of... equilibrium." "Oh, come on, Harry, who are you kidding?" "No-one in this place has time for real a life." "Adam, she's on her way." "She's not what I imagined." "She's half English." "The Special Consul met and married her in London." "She's not very popular in Tehran." "But he is." "So she's tolerated." "Do you think anyone ever comes in here to actually buy a book?" "Please, my security detail is outside." "When can I see you again?" "You're seeing me now." "You know what I mean." "I wish I could... but next week I have the glorious total of one free evening and that's only because we're cancelling an engagement." "He plans to go to the country on Thursday..." "Adam." "That's the night of the Anglo Persian Forum." "Why would he miss that?" "An attack in London." "Mehan Asnik." "Iranian Intelligence." "A great deal of blood on his hands." "Iraqi, European." "And Iranian, naturally." "He's planning a trip to London." "I thought we were all friends now." "Under what name, by what route?" "We don't know." "What we do know... if Asnik's leaving Iran, atrocity is not far behind him." "I'm gonna need more on your source." "Look, intelligence on Asnik isn't easy to come by." "What we've established is this - tomorrow, he leaves Tehran." "We know what time." "What train." "After that, it goes cold." "Here he is." "The honey trap." "So how was your day?" "It had its up and downs." "You?" "One of the Iranian die-hards Zaf's been keeping tabs on is planning a trip to London." "Which one?" "Asnik's tried to disrupt this process inside Tehran." "He's not coming to London for the shopping." "Do we have times?" "Places?" "His departure is imminent, inside the next 24 hours." "Beyond that, nothing." "Your source, Ros?" "Always reliable so far." "I met the Special Consul's wife, sounding out Bakhshi's diary." "He's cancelled his appointment on Thursday at the Anglo-Persian development forum." "The first fruits of the peace process which makes it a prime target." "But there's no evidence to link Bakhshi with Asnik's cause." "But he might have been ordered out of the city next Thursday, which suggests it could be the scene of the attack." "Get me the Home Secretary." "A secure line." "The intelligence secured was part of a foreign infiltration which means it can't be subject to independent corroboration." "It's in the nature of these things, you can never be entirely sure." "Harry, the Prime Minister's barely warmed his chair yet... but he's made it abundantly clear that he's the Peacemaker, the waver of olive branches." "If this lunatic's a threat to all of that, why hasn't Tehran already stamped on him?" "He's protected." "Operation Green Leaf has exposed the division inside Iranian secret services." "The reactionary element, the die-hards, are opposed to the peace deal." "Whatever his personal motivation, Asnik's still an agent of the Iranian state." "If he attacks London, it means Iran attacked London." "You know how close we are, Harry." "Mehan Asnik can't be permitted to even step onto British soil let alone unleash his carnage here." "Are we clear?" "Asnik is about to destroy the peace process with Iran." "So deal with him." "Over there." "Thanks to Zaf, we know that Asnik has not visited any of his known addresses in the last 72 hours." "So our best intelligence points to the train he's thought to be taking." "We're going to bomb a civilian train?" "Why not a bullet through the head?" "It must look like it's part of Iran's internal power struggle." "A bomb on a train fits their MO." "We leave nothing that leads back to us, not a single trace of British involvement." "You liaise with Zaf in Tehran tonight." "You're on the plane in one hour." "You courier the bomb to Zaf personally." "Anything?" "Nothing." "If Asnik is on the move, he's doing it in perfect silence." "Well, let's make it permanent." "TRAIN HOOTS" "ADAM:" "Subject's boarding the train now." "Positive ID and confirmation that the subject's boarded the train." "'Adam, how many people in Asnik's carriage?" "'" "Just one or two, it's hard to be sure. 'Stay on line.'" "Have we re-tasked the satellite over Tehran?" "Coming online." "We hit the train here, outside the city to keep casualties to the absolute minimum." "OK." "It's pulling out of the station." "Hello." "Michael Laws." "Geoff." "Hi, yeah." "Actually, I was just about to call you." "Excellent." "Well, it's looking good..." "Stand by." "OK." "I'll hold." "Ros." "The train's losing speed..." "It's stopping." "What's its position?" "Still inside Tehran." "There's a second train." "That's slowing down, too." "It's a passenger train, coming in to Tehran." "Re-routed." "This time of morning, it'll be packed." "He's not taking any chances." "He's going to swap trains." "He's about to succeed and if he disappears now that's it until he attacks London." "Hw many people are on that train?" "You're looking at 30 deaths, Harry." "Possibly 40." "All of them civilians." "So we abort, right?" "Harry Pearce." "I want to speak to the Home Secretary." "I don't care where he is and what he's doing." "I need to speak to him NOW." "The train has stopped. 'It's nothing." "Hold your nerve.' I'm compromised." "'You're not." "Maintain position.'" "To enact an operation on foreign soil is one thing." "To kill civilians in the process is quite another." "The alternative is much worse." "The loss of British lives?" "The loss of the greatest opportunity to put things right in the Middle East." "By bombing your way to peace?" "If I'm found with this in my possession do you know what they'll do to me?" "'Stay with the vial until it's time to make the switch." "'Just hold your nerve Mehan.'" "Geoff?" "This is not to be negotiated." "So you go ahead." "You do your job." "'And you swallow it.'" "Harry?" "Proceed with the operation." "Zaf..." "The train's only a few hundred metres away." "So get your head down and go." "Everybody there's a bomb." "So get under your desks!" "Now!" "Detonation confirmed." "PEOPLE SHOUT" "I know this is not why any of you joined the service." "Well, done, everyone." "PEOPLE CRY" "FIZZING" "DOOR OPENS" "Casualties?" "Nobody's getting close." "It's like Area 51 round there." "What's the story with the second train?" "Intelligence was imperfect." "We think Asnik had planned on making a switch." "Look, Zaf, I know it was a difficult call." "But the point of the operation was to fabricate an inside job." "Make it look like Iranian spies killing Iranian spies." "But you warned that whole office what was coming." "If that gets back to the wrong people, this operation's blown." "The consequences of that... if the Iranians discover what we've done..." "What would you have done, Adam?" "SHOUTING" "That's Mehan Asnik." "He's still alive." "THEY SHOUT" "My name is Mehan Asnik." "I'm here to defect." "I am here to defect!" "SHOUTING CONTINUES" "My name is Mehan Asnik." "I am here to defect." "They lied to you, I never made an atrocity." "Your intelligence is gravely in error." "Why would I detonate a bomb in London?" "Your country and mine, we actually seem to be getting somewhere." "Why should I undermine that?" "Because peace doesn't interest men like you." "Men like us, you mean?" "If so, know yourself for a liar." "Because men like us, you know what we are." "We are peacemakers." "We betray those we love in order to save them." "I know you know this." "I'm a traitor." "A double agent." "I've been leaking intelligence." "Iran's missile acquisition, her nuclear programme." "Working for who?" "The Russians?" "The Americans?" "Israel?" "For peace." "And for money." "Whose money?" "My handler is codenamed Copenhagen." "Copenhagen instructed me to be on that train." "As it turns out, there was a bomb on it." "Intended for you." "No." "My death was to be entirely incidental." "Copenhagen had another motive for destroying that train." "What do you mean, Mehan?" "Who's Copenhagen?" "Take me to London." "Today." "Now." "And I will explain." "I don't think Asnik had any intention of attacking London." "Somebody used us to take him out." "'Why?" "' I don't know." "But if he's running to us... 'then he's scared.' Of whom exactly?" "'He claims his handler is codenamed Copenhagen.'" "Let's assume that he's not lying." "That means Copenhagen was able to manipulate Ml5 into doing his dirty work." "'Which means we urgently need to establish who he's working for.'" "And his agenda. 'We're not going to achieve that without bringing him in." "They've already closed... all the airports and the official border crossings." "Zaf's organised a plane from Turkey." "Bring him in." "TV:" "Scenes of panic and confusion are at the streets of Tehran today." "It is proving unusually difficult to get any hard information about the blast." "The army have cordoned around the entire area and are preventing access to both the press and the public." "From my position here on the roof of my hotel I can see fleets of ambulances streaming away from the site of the explosion where a huge plume of smoke still hangs in the air." "The unusual way that the army are dealing with this catastrophe does mark it out as unique." "The question is why are the authorities treating this incident so differently, why the news blackout?" "Ros, sit down." "Mani's intel was bad." "Asnik had no intention of attacking London." "Harry, if I screwed up..." "We all screwed up." "But it seems we may also have been set up." "I need you to pull in Mani." "Find out about his source in Iran." "Done." "'Mani." "It's Miriam.'" "If you're not here in five minutes, I'm coming looking for you." "Do you understand what that means?" "Harry." "Thanks for coming along." "Please, sit." "GLASSES CHINK" "Trust me..." "you're going to need a drop." "They've thrown a massive cordon sanitaire around the train." "They're erecting field hospitals." "Far more capacity than can be explained away by a modest bomb blast." "Old friend, I think we've got a big problem." "'This is ears only, OK?" "'" "I'm stretching my discretionary powers to the limit here." "Mid 1980s." "We sold bio-weapons to Saddam." "A little deniable doomsday package for use on Tehran, if it should become expedient." "What sort of bio-weapons?" "Strain E-34." "This is bad stuff." "Incubates in 18 hours." "After that, the carrier coughs up blood." "He infects anyone he comes near." "All this stuff does, it kills people." "And I think... maybe your guy in Tehran just blew open a case of it." "THUD!" "ENGINE SPUTTERS" "Zaf." "Zaf." "The comms are down." "We must have been hit by a magnetic pulse weapon." "It's knocked out the electrics." "Turn around!" "Turn around!" "Back to the airport." "Now!" "What happened?" "The electronics are dead." "A pulse weapon." "EMP." "HMP, maybe." "It must be Copenhagen's men trying to recover Asnik." "How the hell did Iran get hold of it?" "Come on, the border's like the wild west." "Some Iraqi general wants to retire to Dubai." "Some scientist's got it buried in his back yard, he's after making a buck." "How can you be sure it's E-34?" "Who's sure?" "We're applying Ockham's Razor, here." "You've got a cordon sanitaire in Tehran." "You got NBC suits." "No sign of radiation leakage." "So we got to be looking at bio-weapons." "Who supplied the only known bio-weapon in the area?" "We did." "Run down the checklist." "Chances are this is our baby." "How very proud you must be." "I..." "I need to say something." "Not now." "Yes." "Now." "I think I'm sick." "I think I'm very sick." "As far as we're aware, we picked up every last cubic ounce of E-34." "So, smart money says, the Iraqis managed to culture the strain, and if they did that they probably also pimped it a little." "Pimped it?" "Tinkered around." "Modified it." "Modified it how much?" "Enough." "When the train exploded." "I'd planned to be in quarantine long before I became infectious." "How long before that happens?" "I'm not infectious until I cough blood." "Are you telling me you don't have a cure for this thing?" "Harry, I'm telling you... the chances are, no-one does." "This thing, it's an abomination." "Turn left here..." "We've got to get to a safe house." "Ros?" "'Harry, my source..." "Mani.'" "There's no sign of him." "Not at the rendezvous, at home, work." "He's either disappeared or... '... been disappeared." "The point of all this wasn't to assassinate Asnik.'" "Asnik's a patsy." "Somebody used him, and us, to release a biological weapon in Tehran." "A what?" "'Somebody wants to comprehensively wreck any prospect of long-term peace with Iran.'" "Asnik wasn't supposed to survive the train bomb, but he did." "He may be infected with the virus." "'18 hours after exposure, he becomes contagious.'" "That gives us two hours to prevent an outbreak that will kill thousands of people." "So contact Adam and Zaf and get Asnik into Quarantine." "Immediately." "ASNIK COUGHS" "THUD!" "COUGHING CONTINUES" "Lost power." "Shit." "The car's armour-plated." "We stay inside." "Armour plating is no good against a rocket-propelled grenade." "Yeah, thanks for that, Mehan." "We stay, we go..." "Neither option's perfect." "Scott, try to make it back to the others." "See if you can call it in somehow." "DOUBLE GUNSHOT" "That was a double tap from an automatic weapon." "Classic Special Forces." "He's down." "We've got a serious problem." "We know they're due south." "Take Asnik." "Head north." "Get back to the airport." "We'll go south." "OK." "You ready?" "Let's go." "GUNSHOT ECHOES" "ASNIK COUGHS" "Get up!" "It's self-corrected." "Oh, God." "GUNSHOT" "CAR DOOR SLAMS" "TYRES SCREECH" "Get yourself checked out by a medic before reporting back here." "That's an order." "Where are they?" "They were ambushed." "Both Asnik and Zaf were taken." "By who?" "Some kind of snatch squad." "Well equipped, well trained." "Possibly Copenhagen working this end." "Now putting aside our concerns for our fellow officer, we know that Asnik is carrying a highly contagious virus." "If we don't find him within the next few hours, then that pathogen will break free from its host and start spreading across London." "And the only option will be national quarantine and burial pits." "We need to find Asnik." "Special Consul, thank you for meeting me." "Pleased to meet you again, Mr Pearce." "Harry, please." "And likewise." "This catastrophe..." "The nature of it is somewhat of an embarrassment to Tehran and less than fortunate, given the improving relationship between our two countries." "You have to face the fact that there'll be a lot of rhetoric from the United Nations and the United States." "Rhetoric?" "There'll be renewed sanctions and weapons inspections." "And the intelligence services, yours, ours, all of them on high alert." "But it's due in no small part to your own efforts that we came very close to something momentous." "And I'd like to suggest that you and I try to minimise this new tension and avoid any misunderstanding." "Thank you for your message." "But you will forgive me if I have no assurances to offer in response." "Not today, when we're still counting the dead." "Adam?" "I'm fine." "When I was with Asnik he was asymptomatic which won't be true for long so we need to find him before he infects Zaf." "What have you got?" "Nothing." "Special Branch is searching all buildings in a five-mile radius." "There's no CCTV footage." "Nothing from the speed cameras." "All we've got is this." "Zaf's phone self-corrected and rebooted for a few moments." "This operation was put together in a hurry." "The tactics, the equipment." "These men were mercenaries." "Go in close on the final image." "I've already tried." "The Ghillie suit's standard." "He's wearing camo paint under the ski-mask." "There's nothing to go on." "What's that?" "It's a grenade." "How close can you go?" "Centre on the firing pin." "This here look." "Can you clean that up?" "It'll take some time." "Not too much time." "This is only link to the mercenaries, which means the only way to Zaf." "Ana?" "Peter?" "I've just seen the news." "How are you?" "How do you think?" "To see Iran get so close." "And then to see it thrown away again by men of violence..." "Do you think it could be true?" "Germ warfare?" "It hardly matters, does it." "All that matters is more people are dead." "I hate to hear you like this, but... it's really busy for me here at work." "Could we meet, maybe later?" "I mean we need to talk about this." "How can I?" "OK." "I understand." "But if you change your mind..." "Just call me, OK?" "The mood she's in, she'll tell me anything." "The trouble is Adam, she doesn't know anything." "And Mr Bakhshi?" "They don't know what the hell happened." "They don't know how the virus got on the train or that we blew it up." "Well, that's something." "Because if the world learns we unleashed a bio-weapon in Tehran, the consequences will be catastrophic." "But God help us if anyone discovers you brought that virus back with you thousands lying dead on the streets of Britain." "You gave the order which killed 40 people and now your sole concern is to pass the blame?" "My sole concern is the people of this country!" "Home Secretary." "Intelligence gathering is a game of imperfect information." "We can't be sure we've made the right guess until the game is over." "Oh, this game is over now, Harry." "You run this thing into the ground." "Stop it dead." "Before it stops us." "Malcolm?" "I've got it." "It's a smoke grenade." "Manufactured in Switzerland." "The main batch was brokered in Helsinki, via bogus companies in Chicago and Delaware." "But the end user is this man." "Nick Ronson." "Owner of Strategic Force." "A Private Security Company." "DOOR LOCK RATTLES" "ALARM SIGNALS ERROR" "Katie?" "Katie, you...?" "Hope you don't mind." "Don't go tripping any alarms, I won't be here long enough." "Come on." "Be nice." "I made coffee." "Who are you?" "No names, no pack-drill." "Security services, then." "What flavour?" "Friendly." "For the moment." "Late yesterday, or early today, you chartered out a snatch team." "Rush job." "I need you to contact them, and I need you to bring them in." "Come on!" "I don't have time for niceties." "Contact your team." "Bring them in." "Look, all I do, is I mediate between buyers and sellers." "I put people in contact." "I'm a... broker." "I know every war criminal, petty dictator, assassin, scumbag and warlord you ever brokered for Nick." "Well, then you'll know I'm an asset." "I've given Ml6 a lot of useful material, over the years." "I'd imagine that's exactly the thing you'd like to keep from the clients you so quietly sold down the river." "Because if any of them were to find out, Nick, well..." "You wouldn't blow an Ml6 asset." "I would if it was worth it." "OK." "MAN COUGHS" "It's a weaponised virus." "It mimics pneumonic plague." "You're all infected." "And it's going to kill you." "The team's being led by Angus Leonard." "Special forces." "Good man, actually." "Yesterday I got a call." "By whom?" "An old contact." "Albanian." "I assumed it was a... you know," "Albanian thing." "But this isn't an Albanian thing, is it?" "Contact Leonard." "Bring him in." "Straight in." "He and his team stay in that truck." "They contact nobody." "You do as I say, you and Leonard walk away." "Fine." "He's dying." "And by now, so are we." "Whoever hired you..." "knew they were exposing you to this." "They were trying to kill you." "Pick your enemy." "The people who exposed you to this or Ml5." "Harry, I'm in Ronson's flat." "It was definitely his team." "So who hired them?" "Some go-between." "Albanian." "It'll be a little while before I can give you any more." "So what happened?" "Sniper." "Who?" "Could be the mercenaries, covering their tracks." "The Iranians." "Copenhagen." "The Mormon Tabernacle Choir." "Any news on the mercenaries?" "Looking into Angus Leonard." "I can tell you his Service record is excellent, and this isn't his usual kind of job." "Other than that, there's nothing of much use." "We can't get to the mercenaries directly so we need to get to the people who hired them." "That could be Copenhagen." "It could be the Iranians." "Malcolm." "We know Bakhshi is attending a charity event today." "Get me likely routes from the Embassy to the venue." "Got it." "No wait." "You'll lose your source." "The wife." "We have two priorities - getting Zaf back, and getting that virus off the streets." "We lose a few resources on the way." "So be it." "SIREN WAILS" "What's going on?" "Pull over down here." "Mr Bakhshi." "My name's Adam Carter." "I'm with the British Security Services." "Please open the door." "I have something to say." "Then get inside." "I'm asking you, for all our sakes, to return our officer, alive before you make a mistake that can never be undone." "You're in Iranian diplomatic territory." "This is Iran, Mr Carter." "Iran does not respond well to..." "invasion." "Now, please, leave." "Drive on." "You lost your source." "Was it worth it?" "Did you plant the device?" "Yup." "Then it was worth it." "They'll find it on the next sweep." "That's time enough." "PHONE RINGS" "Yes." "Apparently, there's been some kind of aggressive operation in London, something of strategic value has been stolen, and they've got an officer down." "It might have something to do with what happened in Tehran." "Yes, find out anything you can." "So it wasn't the Iranians." "No." "You blew your source!" "The Iranian Special Consul's wife now useless to us." "Worse!" "She's now a liability." "I know this is going to cause problems." "Problems?" "It was a studied risk." "You forced your way into Iranian diplomatic territory." "Best case, he wants your head on a stick." "Worst case, you may have linked us to the bomb in Tehran." "Which we can't afford." "We had to move quickly." "Precipitously." "Now we know it wasn't the Iranians." "It was Copenhagen." "Whoever Copenhagen might be." "Zaf and Asnik are still in play." "They're still out there, somewhere." "ASNIK COUGHS" "It's incubating inside you, right now." "In a few hours, you'll be wishing to God you'd listened to me." "The only way to survive this, is Ml5." "Do you have anything?" "Please!" "ASNIK SOBS" "You must have something..." "for the pain!" "I'll still need my money." "You'll get your money." "Ronson was about to access information from it." "This is a biometric security matrix." "It's fingerprint recognition." "It'll destroy the hard drive." "Which is why I brought this along." "To point you in the right direction." "I'll go and fetch some tweezers." "Ros, there's something you should see." "You've got one hour to free up £30 million and produce the vaccine for this disease." "Enough for eight men." "Don't waste time." "Don't try to find us." "We'll make contact in 60 minutes." "Jo, can we locate them?" "Source this message?" "They're too proficient." "I've isolated elements of the ambient soundtrack hoping for some positional indices." "AEROPLANE ENGINE ROARS" "Any idea which airport?" "None of them." "It's a recorded loop." "They know what we're looking for and which blind alleys to lead us down." "Asnik's lethal." "30 million is small change." "The money's not a problem." "The vaccine is." "We don't have it." "It doesn't exist." "They don't know that." "Let's give them a fake one." "They'll kill you when they find out." "Come on." "What choice do we have?" "Time's short Malcolm." "This thing's loaded with tripwires, one misstep and I erase everything." "And maybe lose a hand." "Adam's heading out into the unknown." "Now the data on here might give us some working knowledge of who the mercenaries are, where they're from." "We need any advantage we can get, however slight." "Send one officer." "Send more than one officer, and everyone dies." "Including me." "There's an alley off Kenburn Road." "In that alley you'll find a cell phone." "And then you'll receive further instructions." "Ros... tell Adam we've heard." "Good luck." "Thanks." "Are you scared?" "Do I look scared?" "Look, Adam..." "You couldn't have known about any of this Ros." "It's my job to know." "No." "It's your job to assess." "You assessed and we took appropriate action." "Besides I'm the one who brought this thing back." "How do you think that makes me feel?" "Embarrassed?" "Yeah..." "So I'm going to contain this thing." "I'm going to find Zaf." "I'm going to find Asnik and after that, we sit down... you and I." "And we work out who did this to us." "Fake antidote." "Good luck." "MOBILE RINGS" "RINGING CONTINUES" "RINGING STOPS" "GUN IS COCKED" "Your bag." "You're carrying no listening devices?" "No trackers?" "No." "OK, strip." "Shoes first." "The vaccine was loaded with SmartDust." "Tiny transmitters." "As soon as they inject themselves, we'll get a fix on their position." "So what's their effective life?" "About three minutes." "So until they inject themselves, we've no idea where they are." "None." "Out." "Move!" "Stand there." "Phone!" "Catch!" "I'm going to give you details to a bank account." "Into this account, instruct your boss to deposit the money." "Not without proof of life." "Asnik, is he alive?" "Just." "Give me the details." "PHONE RINGS" "Adam?" "Harry." "Transfer the money into the following account." "Right into the truck." "No." "No, that's not what we agreed." "You've got your money, now give me Asnik and my officer." "Look..." "I don't care who you are." "I just want to stop this virus from spreading." "Get up." "Up now!" "Move!" "I want to believe this is a vaccine, because I don't want to die." "Not like that." "Trouble is, you know that, don't you?" "So if I injected you with it..." "what would happen?" "You wouldn't die... would you?" "Got them!" "Jo, they're on the move." "They've turned into Bankford Road." "That's two miles from you, north east." "OK, Bankford Road." "There'll be at least seven of them." "So they'll either be in a van or truck." "Yes, I've got their signal." "What are you doing?" "Get out of the way!" "Get up." "What are you doing?" "Don't!" "He'll infect everyone he passes!" "We won't be able to control it!" "You'll be killing thousands of people!" "I'd rather have Ml5 out there looking for him, than looking for me." "Don't!" "Don't do this!" "Asnik needs to be quarantined." "Now." "RIGHT NOW!" "Jo, the signal's fading." "You've got about a minute." "OK, I'm half a mile away." "I warned you... not to make us your enemy." "You stupid bastard!" "You stupid, stupid bastard!" "Grenade!" "You shoot me... and I let go of the firing mechanism." "You go up... and so does the vaccine." "Zaf..." "It's all right, mate." "Back off." "Back off!" "Don't think I'll hesitate." "OK." "What now?" "You let him go." "Pull over." "You heard him." "Go." "We need Asnik off the streets and quarantined before it's too late." "Your priority is the safety of the people out there." "Go, Adam." "Go." "He lives... or I come for you." "We all come for you." "LOCKS FALL INTO PLACE" "Jo, can you trace them?" "They're turning into Northlight Road." "Asnik!" "Asnik!" "ASNIK!" "Malcolm, have we got the CCTV of Northlight Road?" "Northlight Road." "Here it is." "Adam's been injected with the SmartDust." "He's calling Asnik's name." "Asnik's free." "He's in the wind." "We've lost him?" "Asnik!" "Asnik!" "Asnik!" "So it's finally happened." "After 300 years, a plague is loose on the streets of London." "ASNIK!" "What are the projections?" "Half a million people dead inside a week" "We've got wild vectors - carriers we can't trace." "We need time." "We don't have time." "Just drive!" "It could lead us to Zaf." "That could lead us to Copenhagen." "It'll be spy on spy." "No matter what happens, in 12 hours you will be on this quarantine ward." "I need you." "No, you don't." "One of my officers is about to die so get them to call off their dogs!"