(BIG BEN CHIMES)
(PEOPLE CHEER)
(EXPLOSION)
(MAN) Code 9, a nuclear attack on London.
In bomb terms the blast was relatively small.
But the death toll wasn't.
Over 100,000 incinerated.
Many more given a death sentence by radiation.
For some people outside of the blast zone,
life continued almost as normal.
But after the attack,
nothing in our country would be the same again.
(TV) Authorities have commenced Operation Sassoon,
the mass evacuation of London and surrounding areas.
Everyone move back.
Relocation centres have been set up by the Government
in the north of England for those made homeless.
From its temporary base in Manchester, the Government have introduced
controversial new security measures...
... as well as ordering a complete restructure of security services.
(WOMAN) Why would Ml5 recruit somebody with your criminal record?
Your straight guys didn't exactly save the world.
I've seen the reports. Terrorists are getting younger.
So you're probably looking for younger spies.
Am I right?
(MAN) I was going to be a doctor,
and then I realised I didn't want to be a doctor any more.
And what?
You want to be some kind of action hero?
Well, now you mention it...
(MAN) "Protect my country". That's what you wanna hear, right?
Funnily enough, it actually happens to be the truth.
I was far enough away from the blast not to get burned...
...but the radiation made me sick.
I just wanna help while I still have time.
(KYLIE) The security services have to change and I want to be part of that,
and make sure no- one ever does this to our country again.
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)
Contact established.
Alpha Team, status report.
She's on top of things.
(RACHEL) Both our units are on the ground.
Alpha Team have made contact. No news yet from Delta.
Ten days to the PM's visit, Rachel.
I've got to assure the PM's team this region is safe.
(MUSIC PUMPING)
Ow, Jesus!
Sorry. I get a bit carried away.
I haven't seen you here before.
You have not been looking hard enough.
Obviously not.
I'm going to go powder my nose. Don't you go anywhere.
Keep an eye on her.
- Vik, give me some news. - Running a bit low on courgettes.
Very funny.
I must've missed the scene where Jason Bourne stacked shelves.
(VIK) Here's our man.
Target on the move.
Tip-off is coming good. Delta Team have spotted a major player.
Good.
(MAN) What d'you want, love?
Don't men know how to floss?
- Your tongue was doing it for him. - (CHUCKLES) Gotta make it seem real.
Tongue.
OK, got it.
You tore him a bald patch.
(GASPS)
(SCREAMS)
(SMASHING)
(MIRROR SMASHES)
(KYLIE RETCHES)
(ROB GASPS FOR BREATH)
(MAN GASPS)
(PANTING)
- We're out. - Get the samples in for analysis ASAP.
- We'll have a positive ID tonight. - Excellent. What about Delta Team?
Status report due in one minute.
(MOUTHS)
Why're yous taking pictures of me?
Stock. We're just monitoring stock.
Gatecrashers. Two. Get here now.
(COCKS GUN)
Delta Team, report, please.
You want my business, you'll have to do better.
Red peppers? Should be here somewhere.
- They're not! On you go. - Right, sorry. Er...
- Go on. - Just looking.
On you go.
Vik, Jez. Report, please.
Delta Team, report.
- I'm not getting any response. - Tonight you're in charge.
Calm authority.
Remember, Rachel,
the person controlling the op has to stay focused.
Urgent status report required now.
Vik, Jez. Come in, please.
(SCREAMS)
- Have you killed him? - Let's hope so.
- Come on. He called for back-up. - Let's go.
Urgent status report required now.
Vik, Jez. Come in, please.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!
- The infantry's already arrived. - What, there's more?
(WHIMPERS)
(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)
That was close.
- Who are you? - Argh!
Um...
Charlie Green.
He's the final member of Field Office 19.
I still can't work out why you called.
How can a mathematician like me help save the country?
You never even said where you heard about me.
I've had Charlie tailing Delta Team for the last few hours,
which was kind of fortunate for them, really.
The ops tonight show that our fears for the PM's safety are justified,
and it looks like there's an attack team coming together.
Now, you did well tonight
but you need to keep doing well.
So don't enjoy yourselves too much
welcoming your new colleague.
Let's reconvene at 0700 hours. Sleep well.
- Night. - Night.
(ROB) The initiation games. (VIK) Yeah!
- Have you got the blow torch? - Sexual humiliation comes first.
Or we could have a few beers, and hear how you got here.
Sounds like a better idea. I'm not really a drinker.
So what DO you bring to the party?
Well, I can prove Fermat's last theorem.
I'll get the party hats (!)
Really, look...
This is the Union Jack challenge and you have to do it.
(CHEERING)
Um, it's not that I can't do it,
it's that I really don't want to.
Come on, get some Britannia inside of you.
(ROB) Come on!
Come on.
(ALL) One!
(ALL) Two!
Three!
(CHEERING AND LAUGHING)
That's easy.
There's my girl. How are you, Hannah?
Dear me, bit of a comedown from Thames House.
Oh, look. They've made a little diagram.
And here we have a revolutionary new structure of field officers,
staffed by new recruits with only one year's experience.
It's never going to work, though, is it?
We know what we have to do.
Be out there among the communities, target the young.
We're already making it work.
Of course. Loyal.
Come on, though. 25o/o of officers wiped out in the bomb.
Half the remainder migrating to the private sector.
Ml5's been gutted.
What do you want, Neil?
I've come to offer you...
...a job.
Is that really why you're here?
Come on, Hannah. You're wasting your time here. And your talent.
Training kids to do the work of grown-ups?
By the time they're any good, Ml5 will be extinct.
You have no idea how good they are.
Anyway, time was, you defended the old ways.
Until I realised how good the opportunities were outside.
That's why I got out.
Have you got to that point yet?
I'll triple what you earn. Name your price.
Come on, Hannah. You can't stay here.
Come on over to the slightly darker but much more fun side.
Your three minutes is up.
Never say that I didn't try and throw you a lifeline.
Oh, God, what am I doing?
Won't be the last time you ask yourself that.
- What did you do before your training? - Uni.
You've come straight from college?
W-well, I had two weeks in Tenerife in between.
Not much experience working in a team, then.
Chess club doesn't count, right?
Er, how about you?
- Previous career, I mean. - Police constable.
I was in my third year when the bomb happened.
Ml5 were recruiting.
I thought it was my chance
to do something more than just catch burglars.
Though I was pretty good at that.
Even if you do say so yourself.
(CHUCKLES QUIETLY)
What are you good at?
OK, erm, without wishing to come across as a nerd...
I think that's exactly how you wish to come across.
It's a useful defence mechanism.
Applied statistics, real-world use of probability to forecast outcomes...
OK, you are a nerd.
And how are you useful to us?
I analyse risk.
Forecast scenarios, outcomes, level of danger.
Life... Life is just one long probability question, you know?
You're in the blast zone, you're not in the blast zone.
Life turns on a sixpence.
Is another way of looking at it.
Seems we've got a good team here.
Esprit de corps and all that.
It's strange. If it weren't for the bomb,
I might never have known any of them.
Well, Jez, maybe.
But I'd have been smacking a confession out of him in a cell.
And, um, what about Hannah?
Hannah's the best person you'll ever work for.
I'm glad you're joining us, Charlie.
Oh. Oh, thank you.
Um...
You're nice.
I didn't know if anybody would be nice.
I thought you'd all be tough spies talking, like, spy code or something.
We're friendly enough.
(DOOR OPENING)
Hey.
- Sorry to interrupt. - You haven't.
Come and join us.
It's cool. I'm heading back in.
But Kylie said it's another drink for every minute you stay out here so...
- Oh no, that's my limit. - Wuss.
Um, so you all live here together, then?
- Except Jez. - He thinks he's too good for us.
Actually, where is he?
He's done his disappearing act. Doesn't even say bye.
He does that a lot. We reckon he fights crime by night using a secret identity.
Mrs Linda Cook.
Mr Stephen Cook.
Sarah Cook.
Weren't you here last week?
I'm here every week.
(MAN) All ID cards on display with the picture clearly visible.
All ID cards on display with the picture clearly visible.
Um, I've lost my wallet.
It must be down your sofa.
Hand, now.
Last name Green. Charlie Green.
Sorry about that, sir.
He called me "sir". How cool is that?
That's nothing. I was called "Paki" yesterday.
How cool is that?
(CHARLIE) How is that cool?
Well, old-school insults are making a comeback, which I find reassuring.
You should explain to your mum
that you find that term completely unacceptable.
(ROB) They do it because they're politicians.
What's up now?
Listen to what Central Command have sprung on us.
- How's the head? - Yeah, good, fine.
Raring to go. How about you? On the painkillers already?
No, I'm fine.
The PM's visit has been brought forward by ten days.
- That gives us exactly... - Six hours.
Six hours to prepare. OK, update me on the DNA test from the club.
- Have we ID'd Kylie's squeeze? - Yep, but it's not good news
- Theo Danakis. - Shit.
(ROB) Come on. (HANNAH) Do whatever it takes to get info.
Um, who's he?
Specialises in supply and disposal of arms for big hits.
What about the broker and the hoodie kid from the warehouse?
Hospital's still given us nothing. Dixon got quite a whack on the head.
- He must be getting treatment. - I spoke to one of my assets.
There's been a crackle about Jermain Lee arriving in town.
Jermain Lee is one of the highest-paid mercenaries in the country.
So, we know of three of those involved in this conspiracy.
Kylie's little friend from the club is Theo Danakis, the arms dealer.
Flynn Dixon hiding out among the fruit and veg
is the broker organising the hit,
but there's no hit without an assassin.
We must get a visual on Jermain Lee.
You sure the PM's the target?
It's rumours of a hit on the PM that put us onto our targets.
Jez, go work your assets.
What-what should I do?
Come on. You can be my lucky charm.
(MAN) Thought you was inside. (JEZ) Does it look like it?
Wh-who's that?
Don't look at him.
He likes to fuck people up if they look at him.
- Are you serious? - (JEZ) Jermain Lee, the hit man.
(SIGHS) I told you, I don't know him.
You're lying.
Shoot heads off matchsticks from a mile.
We know that, obviously. What else have you heard?
He's Mr Particular, like, especially about food.
Any other useful stuff? Favourite colour maybe(!)
Er, he's, like, proper obsessed.
He only eats burgers, like, and only a certain type.
Organic meat cooked for X amount of minutes.
No sesame seeds on the bun. See what I'm saying?
So how much is that worth, then?
I'll let you off with a slap.
We had such a connection last night.
I think we need more time together.
(KYLIE) So in brief, who did you last supply a weapon to?
(DANAKIS) What?
(LAUGHS)
OK, look, normally this'd be fun
but today we're in a rush.
So I'm going to ask you again, and if you don't tell me,
my friend here is going to shoot you in the big toe.
Was it Jermain Lee?
Who?
(GUNSHOT)
(SCREAMS) Ah! You fu...
You shot me! You fucking shot me in the...!
- Yes, I did. - Sorry, it's my fault. I wasn't clear enough.
- You can't... - Can't we?
Didn't anyone tell you? New world, new rules.
Next my friend's going to shoot you in the bollocks.
- No, really? - He wouldn't.
- Oh, he's my bitch. He obeys me. - You're bluffing.
You thought I wouldn't shoot you in the big toe and what happened there?
Take that into account when assessing your next move.
It's a very simple question.
Did you supply a great big gun
to an assassin called Jermain Lee recently?
(KYLIE) Five seconds,
four,
three,
two...
Danakis just got talkative.
He provided Jermain Lee with an AK 47 takedown sniper rifle.
It's organic meat, cheese on TOP of the relish,
no sesame seeds on the bun.
I hate to sound impatient, but could we guarantee the PM's safety before lunch?
Jermain's anal about his food. "Mr Particular", my asset called him.
Do you deliver yourselves? Right, right.
Great. I'll tell the DFO we're following a cast-iron lead (!)
One second. I've got a takeaway company
that's delivered a burger of this description
for the last couple of nights
to a kid, no more than 15.
The hoodie? From the food warehouse?
The hoodie IS Jermain Lee.
The UK's most feared assassin is a kid with a burger fetish?
Let's find him.
- Let's go. - I'll talk to the DFO.
Um, the DFO?
Sarah Yates. Director of Field Operations. Hannah's boss.
OK, Hannah, does my expression say to you
I'm about to pick up the phone and cancel the PM's visit
just because one of my Field Offices isn't up to the job
of protecting him from a teenager?
The age of the finger that pulls the trigger
makes little difference to the impact of a high-velocity bullet.
24-hour delay. That's all we need.
In 24 hours the Prime Minister will be in Edinburgh.
They seem confident they can protect him.
If you'd stuck to the original schedule we'd have them.
If you don't think I'm going to cancel, a correct assumption by the way,
aren't we rather wasting our time here?
I want it recorded that I urged you to postpone the visit.
Do you know how many threats to the PM we receive?
- Yes. But I believe this is different. - Everyone thinks their fears are different.
Don't try and convince me to cancel the visit.
- That won't happen. - (PHONE)
Take it. It's bound to be more important
- than this redundant conversation. - You're making a mistake.
It's on the record, Hannah. Now do your job.
- Yes? - Hannah, it's Rachel.
We've got a location on Jermain Lee.
Hotel paid in cash, food delivery matching his tastes,
and Vik's cross-referenced hotel CCTV with a picture from the food supplier's.
- Which hotel? - The Laurant over the square.
- Which square? - This one.
It's part of the convoy route.
- Lee's in there now. - He's casing the shot.
Dry run. I'm on my way back. Secure the hotel premises discreetly.
Jermain Lee is not to know we're onto him.
We can't afford to lose him.
(PHONE)
- Hello? - (NEIL) We need to talk.
You have to listen to me.
- I'm done listening to you. - It really is in your interests. Don't just...
(CUTS PHONE OFF) I stopped listening to you a long time ago.
(CHURCH BELLS)
Fire escape stairs are at the rear.
My colleague will take you down the external stairs.
Through here.
In position in 306.
(WHISPERS) In position.
Third floor secure.
There's movement in the window of 307.
He's opening the window.
- Something's wrong. - What do you mean?
Too early. He's in position too early.
He's casing the shot. Stay focused.
It's not right. Why open the window if he's only casing?
We're in the middle of a grab. I don't want dissent.
Yep?
It's me, Charlie. Charlie Green.
I know who you are, Charlie.
- Something isn't right. - What?
I'm just by the checkpoint. Where are you?
Oh, I can see you.
- (GUNSHOT) - (HANNAH CRIES OUT)
(PEOPLE SCREAM)
Hannah?
(URGENTLY) Charlie, status report?
She's been shot. Let me through! Let me through!
(HANNAH SOBS) Charlie! (CHARLIE) Can we stand back, please?
Rob, get out to her. Jez, Kylie, make sure you take him alive.
Charlie! Oh...!
- It's gonna be OK. It's all right. - Charlie.
Excuse me, I'm a doctor. Let me through.
(ROB) It's all right. Sh-she's OK.
No! Give me your hand.
Jermain. Jermain, listen to me. Give me your hand. I can pull you up.
(BOTH SHOUT)
(JEZ) Hold on. Hold on.
Jermain, we can work it out.
We can work it out. Give me your hand.
All right. Hold on. Hold on.
(WHISPERS) Oh, shit.
It's all right. Sh-she's OK.
Rob?
Oh, no, no, no, she can't be. She can't.
No, no, no, no, Hannah. Hannah?
Hannah?
(PHONE)
OK.
Yates is waiting for us inside.
(YATES) He fell off the roof while you were in pursuit?
- Yeah. - (KYLIE) We tried to save him.
Who hired the assassin?
(RACHEL) We don't know yet.
We assumed the hit was focused on the Prime Minister.
We recovered Hannah's photo and details of the square
from Jermain Lee's bag.
(YATES) So she was the intended target the whole time.
Yes.
Right.
The PM's visit has obviously been cancelled.
One of our officers from Central Command is coming over
to lead the investigation into Hannah's death.
When he arrives I want you to give him a full briefing.
No.
- I'm sorry? - No.
You're wasting time.
We are wasting time discussing this and we'll certainly be wasting time
briefing another officer to get him up to speed.
Ml5 created this new structure.
Don't you believe in it?
We can deal with this.
All we need is time.
- How long? - Five and a half hours.
- Five and a half? - 330 minutes.
- Well, you sound very sure. - I am.
All right. Five and a half hours is how long it would take me
to find someone in long trousers anyway.
Get on with it.
(EXHALES SHAKILY)
Oh, God. What did I just say?
That's the Director of Field Operations.
Hannah's dead and I just backchatted her.
I'm not sure I can take much more of this.
Just while we're on it, why not six hours, or... I don't know, longer?
She wouldn't have agreed. It put her on the back foot.
She was thinking more about the half than the five.
(CHARLIE SIGHS)
Why would somebody shoot her?
Why did he do that?
(RACHEL) OK, so what have we got? Danakis?
I don't think blowing off another toe will get much more out of him.
- He only supplied the weapon. - (KYLIE) To Lee, who also can't talk now.
There is the other guy from the warehouse. Flynn Dixon.
If he is the broker, he did the deal with somebody.
We find him and follow the money trail.
Yeah, but we can't find him.
OK, you need medical attention. You can't use your real name.
What do you do?
We checked out the staff from the warehouse.
- None of their IDs were used. - So who else?
Whose ID was there and readily available?
Security guards. When the heavies came down they killed two guards.
Let's find out their names and go back to the hospital.
Bingo. Pete Grainger, one of the security guards,
went to A&E last night then checked himself into the Wellston Clinic.
I've heard good things about that place.
It's the go-to clinic when you've been blown to smithereens with a gun.
This has gotta be our guy.
You fancy playing doctors and nurses?
Not again!
I'm here to run a few tests.
Wait, what you doing?
- That's got liquid in! - That's all right. Relax.
- Get off me! Get off me! - Let the sedative do its job.
(FALLING)
Good to see you've not forgotten your medical training.
Who are you? What do you want?
Get up. Stand up.
I need to collect what's owed to us.
You have the final instalment
of Jermain Lee's payment, and I want that money now.
Fucking keep looking at me and you stay alive. Where's the money?
I 'aven't got it.
I just settle the deal.
I'm not interested. I want you to go and get me the remaining fee
plus 50 grand compensation for Jermain Lee's death.
What d'you mean, Lee's dead?
You've got yourself in way too deep here, Flynn.
His target was an Ml5 officer.
They threw Lee from a building and my people want compensating.
But I don't have the cash.
There's one number stored in this phone. You're gonna take it,
you're gonna go and get me the remaining fee,
plus the 50 grand compensation.
You run,
you die.
(ROB) Tracking device in the phone. You'll receive the signal.
The rest of the team are en route for back-up.
Charlie, will you stop bloody pacing?
Sorry. One hour forty-two minutes till we report back to Yates.
(RACHEL) All units, stay tight on Dixon.
He'll take us to whoever commissioned the hit on Hannah.
(FLYNN) We've got trouble.
(NEIL) What the hell are you doing here?
Getting my balls squeezed by Jermain Lee's people.
- They want extra money for his death. - What?
They're not messing about.
They say we didn't give enough information about the target.
Who've you been talking to?
(GROANS)
You fucking idiot. You've brought them here, haven't you?
I've got a problem. Ml5 have come for me.
You've got to get them off my back. I need an intercept team.
(ROB) Target's in Longford Arcade.
(RACHEL) Play this low key. We can't afford civilian casualties.
We surround the target, take him when it's appropriate.
This is possibly stating the obvious, but it's vital we take him alive.
He's our only link to Hannah's death.
(WOMAN SQUEALS)
Target heading upstairs.
There. There, there.
- (KYLIE) Anyone got visual? - Shit.
Do whatever you have to. Get him alive.
We've lost him.
Armed officers. Keep back.
(SHOUTS) Weapon on the ground.
(NEIL) I'm ex-Ml5. Trust me. You don't know what you're getting into.
- We know a lot more than you think. - I doubt that.
I advise you to walk away now.
Place your weapon on the ground and lie face down.
No way.
(SIGHS) Oh, God.
(YATES) Hannah and Mayhew had a history.
Personal and professional. I know he paid her a visit here last night.
You think this was personal?
Seeing as you didn't bring him in alive, we'll never know.
But I certainly intend to find out.
This brings me to Hannah's replacement.
Rachel. She's the obvious choice.
Well, luckily it's my choice and I don't do obvious.
Then, um...
No.
No. I mean...
I'm not... You need someone tougher.
You stood up to me.
Some might say that requires a certain level of steel in the balls.
- The others... - Good start,
referring to them as "the others".
If it makes you feel better, we can put "interim" in front of your job title.
I feel better with "interim", actually.
Interim Team Leader.
Never forget that, though.
You've got a good team.
I'm relying on you, Charlie.
So, what do you reckon?
I'd be lying if I said I'm not pissed off
I'm not getting to boss you about.
You don't need a promotion to do that.
But I'm not pissed off it's Charlie. I'm pleased.
Better the geek you know, right?
But we don't exactly KNOW him, though, do we?
If I'm gonna take orders from someone, I've gotta respect them.
(SIGHS)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
I want us to find Hannah's killer.
More importantly, I want to find out why she was killed.
Everyone involved is dead, save Flynn,
so we go back to him and shake him about a bit.
(VIK) News has come through.
Flynn's dead. Topped himself before we could ask a single question.
Somebody got to him as well.
Every possible tongue has now been silenced.
(ROB) So what now?
Charlie Green?
- You know my name. - Hannah asked me to give you this.
Hannah was killed today, so...
She asked me to give it to you, if she died.
- That makes me curious about you. - I'm an old friend.
I don't know what this is and I don't want to know.
I'm just doing what Hannah asked me to do. Now I have. I'm done.
I need to show you something.
If you're watching this, I must be dead,
which probably means they got to me before I got to them.
And the investigation into Hannah's death? There must be several...
It's all in hand. I need you to focus on Field Office 19, nothing more.
(ROB) Julian Nelson, we trained as doctors.
I'm afraid he's dead.
What did you do, Hannah?
This is pentetate calcium trisodium.
This helps remove the radioactive elements of plutonium from my blood.
- The radiation is slowly killing me. - Doesn't it scare you?
Yeah, it fucking terrifies me. I'm not ready to die.
Oh, you had a visitor. A policeman, DS Philips.
He was asking a lot of questions about you. Are you a suspect?
(MAN) I've told them everything I know.
(WOMAN) Against the rules? Shagging an informer?
(JEZ) Just a bit.
(WOMAN) why are you doing it?
Cos you've got beautiful eyes.
What would they do to you if they found out?
You still think Julian's death wasn't suicide?
(MAN) Do you remember where you were between 12.30 and 1.00?
Everyone remembers where they were that day.
- Did you? Did you kill that man? - What? No!
- Did you? - Honestly, no!
(CHARLIE) We need to speak to this Dr Abid Malik.
(RACHEL) The scientist Blackwell was talking about.
He's been held in Camp Windsmere for ten months.
- If I get caught, they'll come for you. - Just don't get caught.
(CHARLIE) I need to ask you some questions.
Did you help plant the bomb that blew up London 11 months ago?
(HANNAH) There's a traitor at Ml5.
I believe this person is directly responsible for the attack on London.
- I work for Ml5. You? - I can't talk about it.
- (KYLIE) I'll go. - (ROBBIE) No.
I have radiation sickness. It makes sense.
I can't ask anyone else to go. Not to London.
I have to do this.
You're taking this seriously, aren't you? If anything goes wrong...
Piss off, Charlie. Stop acting like their dad.
Shut up, Rob. At least he cares.
(KYLIE) If he screws this up, he's gonna land us all in the shit.
(RACHEL) It can't be easy taking over like that.
- You fancy him! - We are not having this conversation.
Rob wouldn't be happy about it.
(ROB) I care for you, Rachel. (RACHEL) Leave it.
Of course. Charlie. D'you love him?
- (RACHEL) Who can we trust? - I trust you.
- (GLASS SMASHES) - (WOMAN SCREAMS)
Don't make me look like a dickhead. Ever.
We've got to wipe the bastards off the map.
Thousands of innocent civilians are in there.
We can handle a bit of collateral damage.
Go!
(RACHEL) Whoever set up Malik over the London bomb
also killed Hannah for finding out.
You messed up, Jez.
I'll do whatever I have to to put it right.
(JEZ SHOUTS) Tell me, where is she?
Where is she?
Don't ever lie to me again.
(SHOUTING)
(KYLIE) Who's funding you?
CIA? Al-Qaida?
Be very careful about threatening me.
(ROB) The next attack could be even worse.
They say the ringleaders were killed in the explosion. That's a lie.
(MAN) We're the Ml5.
(SCREAMS)
(YATES) Military action on UK civilians won't look good.
People will die.
(COUNTER SCRATCHES)
(VIK) Can you tell me who they are?
(ROB) Who gives up being a mathematician for Ml5?
It's a weird choice.
- So giving up being a doctor to join isn't? - Hey, I just wanna save the world.
(ROB) Ml5 mustn't find out that we know anything.
When we get to the admissions area, chew down.
They'll think they've got a real emergency.
(SHOUTS) You've got to let us through!
(ROB) Tomorrow's Memorial Day, and we lose the chief suspect from the bombings?
(CHARLIE) To have Malik broken out of Camp Windsmere now
is catastrophic.
(MAN) They cannot be underestimated. Everything that's happened.
Everything that's going to happen. They've been planning it for a long time.