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Hector's got a new plan.

We're gonna give them a bus,

gonna let them take the

hostages to Heathrow,

then we're gonna take the bus.

Piece of f***ing cake.

Clear! Go! Go!

go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

You're a dead man walking.

The army now appear

to be directly adjacent

to the iranian embassy,

although officials continue

to deny their involvement.

The police

haven't actually seen

any of the hostages so far.

They will say that

food has been taken in

but no personal contact has

been made between the police

and the hostages.

For their part,

the police feel that

as long as the government are

letting their deadlines pass,

then there's a strong hope that

their suicidal

fervour will wane.

That was sh*t.

Go! Go!

but in general, experience

suggests the longer it goes on,

the less likely it is to

end in tears, so to speak.

Nah, too slow.

Need to get it

down to six seconds.

We assumed that they

are going to break down

by certain techniques that we

know work on western people.

It's a false assumption.

So to sum up, I mean,

everyone involved there --

police psychiatrists

and psychologists

are facing perhaps

the trickiest situation

we've experience so far

in London, in your view?

Uh, that would be fair, yes.

Go! Go!

Get down! Get down!

Clear!

Last bullet.

Clear!

There will be no bus

assault at the airport.

It's ready. And workable.

It didn't work for

the Germans at Munich,

and this government will

not copy their failed plans.

The special projects team

are elite soldiers.

But they are not superheroes.

They have never been

used on British soil.

Certainly never assaulted

a six-storey building

filled with civilians...

And terrorists ready to blow

themselves up if we attack.

Are you saying your

men can't handle it?

I back them 100%. They know the

risks. But be certain you do.

Now, I would advise you to

seriously consider any plan

that avoids a

stronghold assault.

On the positive note,

the arab league have agreed

to help with negotiations.

Uh, there may be an

impediment to that.

The prime minister believes

it is vital that this country

is not seen as a soft

target for terrorism,

especially in light

of the troubles.

She has instructed me to make

it plain that the terrorists

will be subject to

the laws of this land.

And under no circumstances

will they leave this country.

So it's jail or a box?

Well, we're still talking

to the arab league

to see if they will help,

so it's not a total dead duck.

We need to give them

something tangible;

what they set out to do.

Then maybe they'll give up.

Well you'd better think of

it before noon tomorrow.

Because if they do start

shooting, the sas will go in,

and it'll be a

f***ing bloodbath.

All right. This is good.

Perfect point for

abseil tie-offs.

Watch it.

Oh my.

Looks like happy families

down there.

And that on the

green might well be the...

You all right, mate?

I need a word.

F***ing hell.

The, uh, the brass won't

sanction the bus plan.

Why?

politics.

F***'s sake.

The colonel's ordered us to

prepare a stronghold assault.

We've waited too long, then.

Roy, they're gonna be f***ing

waiting for us to set up--

no, no, no, no.

We've found, erm, a light well

on the embassy roof

that wasn't on the plans.

It leads all the way

down to a glass panel

on the second floor.

That's perfect for

a distraction charge.

Exactly.

Hector wants me to

detonate it, right?

So I want you to step up

and take my place

as assault team

leader with tom.

Don't you think it'd be

better to use one of them?

One of the older guys? I mean,

I'm only three years in--

I've thought it through.

Do you want

the f***ing job or not?

Yeah, I want it.

Call signs.

And rusty, mate, aggression's

good; Control's the key. Yeah?

This is how it will

go down, mark my words.

Mrs Thatcher's gone

in for a fight.

You're dreaming if you think

we're gonna go in there

and clean this up nicely.

We have an alternate plan

that will guarantee every

hostage comes out alive.

We

have entry into the embassy

through a skylight.

An assault squad could enter

under cover of darkness

with silenced weapons.

We could neutralise

the terrorists.

You can't be serious.

Who do you think

we are? John Wayne?

I can hear the sphincters

tightening in whitehall

as we speak, Mike.

And the headlines --

'sas assassination squad'?

I'm sure. But no

other plan comes close.

I'll take it to

the prime minister.

But I know what

the answer will be.

It's down to the negotiators

to break the deadlock...

Or your men will have

to storm the embassy.

I just wish the army would

hurry up and storm the place.

What?

'If it bleeds, it leads'. It's

gonna make our careers, Kate.

Are we really part of

the same profession?

I don't think we're part

of the same species.

When was the last time

you printed the truth?

'you wake me sing, make

it dance, make it up'.

Jimmy, omit emotion,

report the facts, remember?

It's not a football match.

That's boring, isn't it?

look, trust me, all right?

I've covered every

siege since Troy,

and the army are

not going to attack.

Oh yeah? How's that, then?

Look at it. The place

is a fortress.

Be an absolute slaughter.

Hassan! Hassan!

Faisal...

Faisal, calm down.

No more talk.

Get down!

Something's got them wound up.

Sit up!

Can't you see he's not well?

We have waited long enough.

What are we doing?

Quiet.

They lied to us...

They lied. One day they said...

...and the police would give in.

I don't want to die here.

Salim.

Salim.

There is an argument

between Salim

and this other

one called faisal.

Faisal says all

they do is talk.

They need to show

they mean their threats.

They have agreed they

will kill a hostage

unless their demands

are met today.

Max.

Can I have a word?

The arab league has refused

to be part of negotiations.

So, uh, no ambassadors.

Why?

The arabs want to give the

terrorists safe passage

out of the uk.

And our government refuses?

We trained him

to be a killer.

He's detached, professional.

Drop of a hat, he'll

pull the trigger.

He's my choice.

Isn't he up in court for

a drunken street fight?

Well, he works

hard, plays harder,

I'll give you that, boss.

That's not my point.

It's about leadership.

Boss, this is the sas.

We're not philosophers;

we're not warrior poets.

Once we let these dogs off the

leash, we know what they'll do.

It won't be pretty.

And when it comes time, we need

someone up front with a heart

of a lion and the brains

of a f***ing judge.

All right, sergeant.

But you'd better make sure

he doesn't go off grid.

Sir.

Max Vernon.

Where are the arab ambassadors

we asked for?

Why have you not brought

them to us? And the bus.

Salim, there's a problem.

We can no longer

wait for problems!

The ambassadors, they...

They're coming, but

it may take some time.

Your army is going

to attack us.

Nobody is going to attack you.

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