"Is there a problem?" "Yes, Ruth, I think there is." "Harry, you're covering for someone." "Ruth is the person we should be looking for." "You admitted to murder!" "Tell me a better solution if you can, cos I'll tell you how I see it." "Harry goes, and what happens to MI5?" "Goodbye, Harry." "Goodbye, Ruth." "Selling nuclear power to an Arab state." "A lot of people are going to be against this, including our cousins in Tel Aviv." "We've had a lot of pretty heated debates about it in Cabinet." "I can imagine." "It was worse, believe me." "But the Prime Minister's determined to make it happen." "What about the public?" "We managed to sell them a war based on a fairy tale." "Half a million of them marched against it." "It didn't change a thing." "At least this will actually be for their benefit." "People can be surprisingly open-minded when it comes to making sure their cars don't run dry." "Still." "I wouldn't want to be in your shoes once you announce the deal." "We're trying to guarantee the economic stability of a whole new generation." "It's worth a fight." "Well, if you insist on sticking with this "democracy" concept." "Without a credible opposition, I think we've got the best of both worlds, don't you?" "Thank you, Daniel." "Both our countries will be stronger for it." "From your lips to God's ears, Mr Ambassador." "'Thank you, Daniel." "Both our countries will be stronger for it." "'From your lips to God's ears, Mr Ambassador.'" "Intruders, intruders on pier six. !" "Please help me!" "Stop, please, stop!" "ALARM SOUNDS" "PHONE RINGS" "I'm on my way in." "Daddy." "What are you doing up?" "Go on." "Go back to bed." "Go on." "There's a good boy." "Be up in a minute." "Thanks, Jenny." "Another software emergency?" "Yeah, system's down again." "I can't do this any longer." "What, what are you talking about?" "You." "I mean, come on, Adam." "I'm not stupid. "Software specialist"?" "There isn't a programming book in the house, you only have one laptop and none of the toys I'd expect a real computer geek to have." "You wake up in the middle of the night, screaming like a man on fire." "You leave at the drop of a hat." "And the worst part of it is how you keep Wes at bay when all he wants is to be with you." "Jenny..." "I don't know what the hell you're involved in and I don't want to know." "Part of me wants to call Social Services, for Wes's sake, but then I see that when you are around, you're a great dad." "When you're around." "Jenny, everything's fine." "Enough, Adam - enough lies." "Look, there really is an emergency, and I really do have to go." "We can talk about this when I get back - you won't have called Social Services by then, will you?" "BLEEP" "." ".You know where to find me." "Preliminary feedback from the crime squad boys isn't good." "The inside of the containers are a mess." "Food, water bottles, what you'd expect." "Nothing significant yet." "Make sure Forensics let us know the minute they've got something." "Anything from the roadblocks?" "Yeah, the police have mobilized everyone they can, but there are too many roads to cover, given the amount of time that's passed..." "I'mstillhere." "GCHQ is going through all the recent chatter to see if the name of the port of entry or the ship comes up." "What about the watch list?" "I'm just getting it updated." "I'll have it to you in ten minutes." "Can I help you with something, or are you having some kind of mystical revelation?" "Well, an update would be welcome." "Well, since the last time you asked, which was all of seven minutes ago, we're still running the faces through facial recognition." "They were wearing hats." "Well, that is unusual in a dockyard." "Well, that explains it." "We're working on some filtering tweaks to try and see their faces more clearly." "We've got them on bloody tape!" "And this is before they blow themselves up, for once." "So can we please try and do something with that little stroke of luck?" "It only happened three hours ago." "We've got them on bloody tape." "Tell me something uplifting." "The best I can do right now is bleak." "Do your worst." "I've spoken to a couple of mates in Special Ops." "They confirm what we've been thinking." "These men are trained." "Military." "Add to that the fact that the container they were in was taken on board in Casablanca and booked by a shipping company in Beirut." "Well, they weren't sneaked in here to pick cockleshells." "What about the weapons they used?" "The guard was hit four times." "Automatic pistol, 9mm." "He didn't even flinch." "Juliet." "Great to see you back." "You look really well." "Oh, for God's sake, Harry." "You haven't been this nice to me since you tried to seduce me." "Tried?" "I don't need your pity." "Well, in that case, the entire security service is on high alert, and I do not have time to baby-sit a few Saudis just because they're..." "Harry, this is not a request." "I'm not saying "please" - you know your orders." "Get on with them." "Six are sending Neil Sternin over, he's been running with this in Saudi." "Try not to make him feel too uncomfortable." "I'll make sure he gets a corner office and book him a foot massage, shall I?" "It's good to see you." "We're going to sell nuclear plants to the Saudis?" "The Saudis have oil right now, but it'll run out and they're desperate for an alternative energy source." "You're forgetting one small detail - we're talking about Saudi Arabia here." "It's hardly the most stable place on the planet." "What if Bin Laden's merry men decide to overthrow the royal family after we give them the plutonium?" "He's been pretty vocal about it being his main aim in life." "The plants will be built in the desert far from cities and they'll have fail-safes guarded by the British Army." "Oh, well that solves everything because if the regime is overthrown," "Her Majesty's Fusiliers will make a real difference." "I can't imagine the Israelis will be too thrilled either." "The main points of the deal are already in place." "These four Saudi princes are flying in tomorrow to sort out the fine print." "What does that have to do with us?" "Let Special Branch look after them." "Six think one of them might be providing information and funding to Al-Qaeda." "They've been able to trace payments made to the terrorists back to accounts linked to one of these four." "They're just unable to pinpoint which one of them is involved." "Perfect(!" ")" "Why don't we just FedEx a couple of nukes over to Tora Bora and save ourselves years of hassle?" "They're here for 48 hours." "The Foreign Office need to know who the sympathizer is as soon as possible." "We need to close this deal before anyone else does." "I don't see why you're so against it." "It'll help show commitment to the Arab world." "Show we support our friends out there." "Our "friends" are unelected dictators who are hanging onto power by their fingernails." "You'd rather sell nuclear plants to Hamas?" "Sooner or later, the royal family's going to fall." "Why do you think they've been buying up half of Beirut?" "The very fact that they want to be our allies means it's almost impossible for them to survive." "We can't throw in the towel and not support them as long as they're in power!" "So you won't mind taking care of this then." "What?" "We've got six terrorists on the loose, remember?" "What makes you think I'd rather deal with this?" "One of us has to deal with this, and having suicidal whackos running around should be top priority." "Adam." "Neil." "Do you two need a few minutes?" "No." "We're all sorted." "No, we are not "all sorted"." "Have you met Ros Myers?" "Hi." "Harry's brought us up to speed." "I'm sorry we don't have more to go with." "It's getting harder for us to operate in the desert." "The Americans aren't too keen on us snooping on their coveted friends." "We'll do better with a home advantage." "I'm sure you will." "Their being here is an opportunity for us to get a closer look at them, without worrying about our CIA big brothers, but they're only here for two days to secure the deal." "Now, if we can gain access to their phones and laptops, we can plant some trackers, maybe open some back doors." "What are our options?" "Very limited." "We've been able to get hold of their schedule." "It's pretty solid." "Meetings with the Foreign Office, the PM, a visit to two nuclear plants, formal dinners every night, plus they're hosting a reception at the Saudi Trade Centre on Friday night." "Doesn't leave us much room for manoeuvre." "They're being very well looked after." "They still like to party, don't they?" "Absolutely." "I don't need to remind you two that we need to tread carefully." "We don't want a diplomatic melt-down on our hands." "No pun intended." "I think, I'm going to need a few new outfits." "How long's it been?" "Three years?" "Five." "It was Beirut." "Yeah." "Look, I'm sorry about Fiona." "Despite our differences, she was very special." "Thanks." "How you getting on with Ros?" "She's all set to get in there and find our man." "Just so we can sell nuclear technology to the Arabs." "How insane can you get?" "But then, you're probably OK with that." "Actually, I'm not too keen on the idea either." "What?" "You, the great Arab apologist, changing his tune?" "Of course." "Now you've seen first hand what these savages are capable of." "It has nothing to do with Fiona's death." "Doesn't it?" "Look, just because I don't want an unstable regime getting their hands on nuclear technology, doesn't mean I'm as big a fan of Israeli policy as you are." "And what do you think our policy would be if we had July 7s every week?" "Harry, I need back-up." "The princes are only here for two days." "I'm sorry, Ros, I really can't spare anyone and all the other sections are also using up anyone available." "The terrorists have to be our number-one priority." "You'll just have to do what you can." "Shall we?" "Aaah!" "What a beauty!" "Russian." "Circa late -'70s." "See that?" "It's a motion sensor." "Saves battery." "It's one of the few missing from my collection." "You're in heaven, aren't you, Malcolm?" "Well, look at them." "Marvels of craftsmanship." "Minuscule testimony to the boundless ingenuity of man." "OK, you're scaring me now." "Oh, well." "Out with the old..." ". .in with the new." "There he is." "His name's Firaz Ali." "How long has he been on the terrorist watch list?" "Three years." "When was he turned?" "After July 7 he couldn't cope." "He came to us." "Let me handle this." "I'm breaking with our usual meeting routine." "It'll spook him." "Shit!" "We need to talk, Firaz." "You're not supposed to come here." "We've got nothing to talk about." "Hey, listen to me." "Listen, I just want to talk to you, that's all." "I haven't done anything, all right?" "I'm not saying you have." "I just need to talk to you." "We need your help." "Is there someone we can talk?" "I can't help you." "I don't know anything, all right?" "They'll kill me." "These people aren't stupid." "They know you've got people grassing on them." "I've risked my life for you before" " I'm not doing it again." "This is important." "I can't, I'm not..." "Last night, six men were caught coming into the country illegally." "And?" "I want to know what they're planning and when they're planning on doing it." "Ask around." "Talk to your little friends." "But get me something." "If anything goes off, anything at all, we've got block bookings to a new place that makes Guantanamo look like Spearmint Rhino." "Adam, what the hell is wrong with you?" "!" "I don't know." "Sometimes it just feels like we're wasting our time." "PHONE RINGS" "Joe." "I've just got a lead from customs in Folkestone." "The manifest of the ship's container was deleted from the harbour master's computer and there's no paper copy." "The name of the officer on duty last night was Renko Prosnik - he's got a gambling problem." "Can you get me Prosnik's address?" "It's on its way to your handset now." "BLEEP" "BLEEP" "Got it." "Thanks." "We're splitting up..." "Goon." "I know where it is." "OK, I'll see you then." "MUFFLED GUNSHOTS" "Jo, have you got a description of Prosnik?" "Yeah, here we go." "OK, he's white, five foot seven." "Early 50s, balding." "I've got a suspect coming out of his house, heading towards Cheapstead Road." "I'm going after him." "Get back-up to check out Prosnik's house." "Ah!" "Agh-hhh!" "SIREN BLARES" "Oh, no." "Is everything all right?" "My system's frozen." "Have you tried running a re-draft protocol?" "It won't let me." "It's completely jammed." "What were you running?" "Um, the face recognition with beta update." "It's probably overloaded the system." "You might have to do a total reboot." "Oh, if I do that, I'll have to run the program from the beginning." "Let me try something." "May I?" "Please!" "This could take a few minutes." "Knock yourself out." "I'll get myself a coffee." "Do you want one?" "Only if it's from the canteen." "That muck is pure poison." "You're being generous." "What are you doing?" "Just making sure none of the other programs were corrupting the system." "The recognition software was the only program running." "Yes, I know that, but I had to make sure the other programs were shutting down correctly to isolate the problem." "I think I better get this checked out properly." "Don't do that." "Why?" "Why not?" "Sally, you've only been here a short while, right?" "So?" "And you were brought in after the whole Ruth Evershed affair." "Yes." "Why?" "What I'm about to tell you falls under your secrecy oath." "You're not to discuss this with anyone." "Are we clear?" "What are you talking about?" "Are we clear?" "Yes, we're clear, but..." "I'm working for the Attorney General." "We're running an internal investigation." "What?" "!" "Found any matches yet?" "No." "Nothing yet." "All right." "Who are you investigating?" "Harry Pierce and Adam Carter and their links to Ruth Evershed and the Cotterden scandal." "I need you to keep quiet about this, Sally." "We'll talk later." "Thanks for the coffee." "Is this your legend?" "Yeah." "Amanda Lowery." "Hotel's guest services supremo." "The girl that usually looks after them is visiting her sick mother." "Let me guess." "In Dorset?" "No, Sydney, actually." "We couldn't get her on a plane fast enough." "She gets them everything they need." "And I do mean everything." "So who should we start with, then?" "These two." "Prince Wissam, one of the king's favourites." "Shrewd investor, tough negotiator, but a bit of a mystery as to where his heart lies." "And Prince Khaldoon." "Rumoured to have the old man's ear." "Openly enjoys the trappings of the Western world, but resents the West over its treatment of Palestinians." "Well, I don't remember the Saudis ever helping them." "That's an argument Bin Laden uses to demonise the royal family." "Good luck." "The ultimate hands-free kit." "Two-way communication." "We can hear you perfectly, without ambient interference, through the microphone built into this stunning four carat cubic zirconia." "Every girl's dream." "It works in conjunction with a one millimetre microchip in a saline solution - like a bone-anchored hearing aid." "I'll insert it next to the mastoid bone, the part of your skull directly behind your ear." "Malcolm, I hate needles." "Be brave." "The sound vibrations pass directly to the cochlea, bypassing the middle and outer ear." "You'll be able to hear us perfectly and no-one else will." "And what about the prince's computers?" "Ah." "You'll replace their computers' hard drives with this." "This will give us remote access without them knowing it." "How will I distract them?" "Concentrated gamma hydroxybutyrate." "Otherwise known as liquid ecstasy in its more mundane form." "From your former raving days, no doubt." "Well, this is slightly different." "It goes to the Persinger lobes - the area that controls memory." "Two drops can knock them out for half an hour." "As they wake up, you can suggest anything you want and they'll believe it really happened." "And to think it's banned." "The MI5 watch list?" "Yes." "You did well." "I agreed to keep you informed about what was going on." "Don't ask me again." "It's too dangerous." "Believe me, the last thing we want is to lose an asset like you." "Good." "They've turned a few of them." "That will make it easier to distract your colleagues." "Use the ones closest to the informants." "This way they'll pick up on it." "Anything changes, let me know." "What are you doing?" "Jenny." "Jenny, I'm sorry." "I'm..." "Too late." "I'm..." "Tell Wes I'll be round to say goodbye." "Jenny." "I work for the British Security Services." "I'm a spy." "Jenny, I was going to tell you eventually." "I promise." "Honestly." "Have you had me checked out?" "Now I feel sick." "It's my job." "You know all about me." "I know nothing about you." "That's not fair, is it?" "I'm sorry." "It's just facts and figures." "The service turns its eye, stamps your file and moves on." "That's it." "Your wife." "Is she really dead?" "Yes." "How did she die?" "Fiona was shot." "Were you there?" "We were on an operation together." "She died in my arms." "Is that what your nightmares are about?" "Yes, partly." "OK." "In the dreams, I'm dying." "But that's... that's not what it's about." "I'm worried about Wes." "I'm somewhere far away and, um..." "I'm trying to get home." "But it's..." "I'm hurt and I'm bleeding." "It's just that I'm far away." "Look, if you... ifyoustill want to leave, I understand." "But I'd really like you to stay." "Let's talk about it more in the morning." "Thank you." "'No!" "Wes!" "'" "Wes!" "NO!" "ADAM SOBS" "Adam?" "Adam!" "Adam, wake up!" "Adam!" "It's Jenny." "Adam." "Adam, it's me, it's me, it's me." "It's OK, it's OK, it's OK." "You're at home." "Wes is safe." "It's OK." "It's OK." "HE SOBS" "It's OK." "Hey." "Hello." "I've got to go to work." "I should probably make you breakfast, or something!" "I'm fine." "Don't worry." "Go." "I've got to get Wes up anyway." "I'll see you when I get back." "PHONE BEEPS" "PHONE RINGS" "Hello?" "'Mr Wise, I know you have met with the Saudi Ambassador.'" "Who is this?" "'Call off the nuclear deal.' How did you get this number?" "'Do you consider yourself a good Jew, Mr Wise?" "'" "Who the hell are you?" "'A good Jew wouldn't put his people at risk.'" "I'm not!" "I could have you arrested for this." "'We'd like you to reconsider your position on this issue.'" ""We"?" "Who's "We"?" "'Reconsider your position, Minister." "Before it's too late.'" "He's a big boy." "Ex-SAS." "Nothing but the best." "Sorry, I can't be with you." "Don't worry, Neil." "We'll do your dirty work for you." "Good luck." "Oh, and Ros?" "Yeah?" "Watch them." "They might get overly ambitious with your body search." "Oooh, I can't wait!" "PHONE RINGS" "'Minister Wise?" "' Who is this?" "'Have you thought about my request to stop the nuclear deal?" "'" "You could go to jail for this, you know." "'Answer my question.'" "I'm warning you." "If you don't stop this harassment, I'll have you found and locked up." "'We need you to reconsider your position, before it's too late." "'Think of your children.' Are you threatening me?" "'I believe the threat was addressed at your children.'" "PHONE BEEPS" "I have no doubts." "The government continues to kill Muslims in Iraq." "The people elected the government." "They are responsible for the deaths of our brothers and sisters." "Our words are dead until we give them life with our blood." "Are you ready now to forsake everything for what you believe?" "We're at war and I'm a soldier." "Very well." "I have everything you need." "The targets, the equipment." "I just need you to undertake your mission." "And to find me three others ready for the final sacrifice." "When will this happen?" "Our enemies are everywhere." "We need to move very quickly." "How quickly?" "Friday night." "Have you enough time to find three other martyrs?" "I can find you a hundred." "Good." "Use this from now on." "It's safe." "Did you say this was taken yesterday?" "Yes." "What do you think, Harry?" "Should I be worried?" "You knew this deal would be unpopular." "Yes, but we have to make it happen." "It's the perfect barter deal." "We get our oil guaranteed for the next 20 years at a pre-agreed price - they get nuclear power when their oil runs out." "And ten years from now, when oil's $500 a barrel and they're burning cars in every capital in Europe, we'll look back and thank God we had a government with the vision and courage to do this deal." "That's one outcome." "The other is that fanatics take over Saudi Arabia after we've shipped over enough enriched plutonium to make 100 bombs." "We're not the only ones chasing this." "The Americans are selling nuclear technology to India, which isn't exactly a Shangri-la of social harmony either." "Everyone's ready to do whatever it takes to secure their oil flow." "The French, Germans, Russians." "They're all courting the Saudis as we speak." "If someone flogs them nuclear plants, it might as well be us." "Some people are going to be against it." "The question is, to what lengths are they prepared to go?" "They threatened my family, Harry, my children." "Can you protect me?" "You're a public figure." "I can give you security, put a tap on your lines, try and run a trace." "I don't want to do a Rushdie." "I didn't think you did." "If I withdraw my support, the opposition will seize the momentum and we'll lose the deal." "I can't do that to the country." "Nor should you have to." "I'll arrange your security." "Don't let it get to you." "We'll get the bastards." "What were you doing on my computer, Neil?" "I didn't download this." "Good afternoon." "If you'd like to follow me." "I don't think so." "Not if you want to keep your job." "THEY TALK IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE" "Good afternoon." "Forgive me." "It's no trouble." "You're not here solely for entertainment." "A common misconception." "So, where were we?" "Well, I think we're about done, actually." "I wanted to make sure you had everything." "I promised Elvira I'd look after you." "Thank you, I think I have everything I need." "Are you sure?" "Because whatever it is, I can..." "You're very kind." "Thank you." "OK." "Nice boat." "Yes." "I bought one just this morning." "Oh, it's gorgeous!" "Do you know what, we actually had a client staying here a few days ago." "He does the interiors for yachts." "He doesn't like anyone to know, but he's just done Bill Gates's new jet." "And George Clooney's yacht." "You should see his work." "It is amazing!" "I could show you his website, if you like?" "Please!" "Oh, that's a bit embarrassing." "Battery's gone dead." "I really want you to see this." "I'm so sorry but do you have access to the internet here?" "Just a moment, OK." "I'm so sorry to trouble you." "Malcolm, I need an incredible website address NOW." "I'm on it!" "His card should be in my bag... somewhere." "Oh, I know, it'll be on my BlackBerry, won't it?" "This bag is such a mess, I'm telling you." "I was going to clean it out but it only seems to get worse!" "The designer you're pushing is Enrico Tribaldi." "Enrico Tribaldi." "That's it." "Here's to safe sailing." "You said on the phone you had something for me?" "My friend's name is Hassan Khan." "I don't know the man who's asked him to put together his team." "But he's not from here." "Where's he from?" "I don't know." "He said he'd just arrived and there would be many more like Hassan." "When's this for?" "Tomorrow night." "If the guy who recruited Khan is one of those seen in Folkestone, what if each of the six have recruited three others?" "We're looking at 24 potential bombers." "In one night." "The Armageddon Scenario." "No cell will know about any other." "Should we issue a public alert?" "We'd gain nothing by doing that." "It would drive them into hiding." "They'd wait till things calmed down." "Well, we know about Khan's cell." "He lives in Surbiton." "We're looking for Hassan Khan." "Go through the place with a fine-tooth comb." "Now, this little lady is very special." "We thought you might like her." "Big on yoga." "Very bendy." "Imagine the possibilities." "Now I've got a DVD of her." "She's nice." "Tell her to come too." "OK." "But tell me." "What about you?" "Me?" "Yes." "Your Highness, I work for you." "Yes." "This wasn't in the script." "I can be very generous." "I'm sure you can." "The thing is..." "Yes?" "Well, the truth is..." "I've done things in my past that I'm not particularly proud of." "With other women." "Tell me more." "I can't believe I'm telling you this." "Some of it's even on film." "Ah." "Can I see them?" "No!" "No!" "Come on!" "Well, there is this one website that still has it." "God knows why." "Please tell me you don't have a computer with you." "One moment." "We'll be more comfortable in here." "I told you, Your Highness." "I prefer women." "I can think of a few ways to make you change your mind." "100, 000 ways." "I'm sure this isn't a very good idea." "I am." "'They've raided Hassan Khan's house.' OK." "I need the map of the CCTV camera positions to make sure they can identify him when he turns up." "I'll send it as soon as we get it." "That thing you mentioned yesterday." "I'm not very comfortable with it." "Oh, Sally." "You said this is for the Attorney General?" "I'd like to know more about who sanctioned this and who I can talk to because I don't like working in the dark." "I'll fill you in on everything as soon as I get clearance, OK?" "Let's go, baby." "Shit!" "Oh, my God. 'Malcolm?" "'" "What's happened?" "His pulse." "How fast is his pulse?" "Malcolm, he's tachycardic." "GRUNTS COME FROM ROOM" "Maybe he's taking some medication that's reacting badly with it." "Malcolm, what do I do?" "Check out the room - drawers, cupboards, anything." "Look in his briefcase - maybe he's got prescription drugs." "Phinedrine." "Batrium." "Ploxenol." "Ploxenol." "That's the one." "He's got a heart murmur." "Why did no-one tell me about that?" "Malcolm." "What." "Do." "I. Do?" "He needs sugar, lots of sugar." "Lemonade, anything with sugar." "It'll neutralize the acidic reaction." "Drink." "Drink." "Prince Khaldoon." "Is everything all right?" "Prince Khaldoon?" "Are you all right in there?" "Let's go." "Could we have a little privacy, please?" "Seen enough, boys?" "Oh, bloody hell!" "Ros, I really think you should get out of there." "We've got nothing on him, Malcolm." "What's he doing tomorrow night?" "He's down to attend a reception at the Trade Centre." "Great." "Look, he's coming round." "Remember he'll be suggestible for 30 seconds." "OK, right." "That was just... amazing." "No." "I have to go, but I'll see you tomorrow at the reception." "What reception?" "Tomorrow night." "You invited me to a reception at the Trade Centre." "Oh, great!" "I'll see you then." "Oh, great." "I look forward to it." "Been through Khan's computer." "This is what he was Googling last night." "West End nightclubs." "Yeah." "He checked out six of them." "We're picking up increased chatter." "References to Friday." "Tomorrow." "Three more assets are missing." "Why weren't they watched?" "They were." "But there were too many of them." "We know possible targets." "They can't be bait." "They must be told." "We can't go public." "They'll just attack somewhere else." "We have CCTV surveillance and eyes on the ground." "We'll use them to take out the bombers." "I'm not letting Armageddon happen." "I want every police officer, camera, every snitch, everything we've got, I want totally focused on the target locations." "Find them and stop them." "They'll be looking for backpacks." "With these you will go unnoticed." "You need to arrive to your targets early, when it's quiet." "Once you're inside, you choose your place carefully." "You understand?" "IN ARABIC:" "Yeah, all clear." "We've got one." "Who is it?" "Hassan Khan." "Charing Cross." "He's going to the Corvette." "Zaf, let's go..." "Jo,telltheSFOs to hold." "We must find the others." "PEOPLE CHAT IN QUEUE" "CHATTING AND LAUGHING GET LOUDER" "MUSIC BOOMS FROM CLUB ENTRANCE" "Simon, why don't you come over?" "CROWD AND MUSIC FALL SILENT" "Have any others been sighted?" "One more at Holborn." "Where's Khan?" "He's very near the club." "The SFO's have visual contact, and are awaiting your arrival." "He's ahead of us." "CROWD SCREAMS" "PEOPLE SCREAM" "VOICE ECHOES:" "Don't do this." "Please." "You don't have to do this." "Adam." "Just stay calm." "Please, don't do this." "Adam, stay back." "It's putty." "It's what?" "It's just putty!" "PEOPLE SCREAM, MACHINE GUNS FIRE" "Mobile, mobile, mobile!" "Mobile." "Mobile, Mobile!" "Mobile." "Mobile, Mobile." "Mobile!" "HE FIRES, PEOPLE SCREAM" "Mazel Tov." "The Trade Centre's been taken over by armed terrorists." "Do you copy?" "Do you copy?" "Ros?" "Ros, what's happening?" "Ros, talk to me!" "I'm really sorry." "I was looking for..." "They knew exactly who we were watching." "The only way to get that information is from someone on the inside!" "What are you doing?" "I really need to talk to your boss." "You'll get yourself killed!" "No!" "It's not anyone working here but someone here led us to the trough!" "She's next."