Incendiary Page #5

A chemical explosion a hundred times

worse than May Day.

That's what we were working towards,

but our mole got a message to us

an hour before

about the bomb at the stadium.

But if you'd had a warning,

you could have stopped it.

The message was that a football ground

would be targeted by a suicide bomber.

We didn't know which one. If we'd

stopped every game, then panic...

- My baby! My baby!

- There was no way to be sure.

But you felt sure enough not to go!

Your friend really has been doing

his homework, hasn't he?

If we'd acted to stop May Day,

the cell would've realised and changed

everything, their people, their places.

We'd have lost all insight

into what they were planning.

We couldn't let that happen,

do you understand?

The stakes were too high,

there were thousands of people,

years of intelligence,

and in this war, and it is a war,

intelligence is the only weapon

we've got, all right?

Oh! My baby!

This was a decision taken

at the very highest level.

My baby boy! My four-year-old

baby boy died in screaming agony!

I don't believe they died in vain.

Of course they died in vain!

- Ah!

- Please wait. Please wait!

(Sirens wailing)

(Car horns blaring)

(Sirens wailing)

(Tap dripping)

(Boy) 'Mummy! '

(Gasps)

(Breathes heavily)

(Boy) 'Mummy, I'm running.

I'm running really fast.

'You can't catch me! '

(Echoes of laughter)

(Dripping water)

(Boy) # 'La-la-lah, la-la-lah...

# 'La-la-lah, la-la-lah...

# 'La-la-lah... #'

(Echoes of laughter)

'Mummy! '

(Voices echoing)

Mummy, Mr Rabbit doesn't like

going in the dizzy machine.

Quick! Get him out, now!

Mummy, get him out, now!

OK. OK, let's do it.

- That's better.

- There he is.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Go!

Mummy, you blinked. I won.

Yes, you did.

Now, snuggle down.

Mr Rabbit doesn't like

going in the dizzy machine.

Then he doesn't have to,

cos he's perfect just as he is.

And he said you can come in here

if you're scared tonight.

Thank you.

You know what? Mummy would like that,

cos Mummy is scared.

Now move over.

'We soon got into a routine,

me and my boy, Osama.

'Life went on just like before.'

(Panting)

(She laughs)

(Woman) 'Where are you? Here I come.'

(She laughs)

'Are you there? Where are you?

'Where are you hiding?

I'm going to get you.

(Boy) 'Mummy, Mummy, quick!

There's something in my room.

(Woman) 'What is it? '

(Boy) 'Tricked you.'

(Boy) 'I'm not sleepy.'

(Woman) 'Will I have to fetch your dad? '

'My dad's the best daddy in the world.

He's better than monkeys and...

- '... Ribena! '

- (Woman) 'He's that good? '

- 'Is Granny arseholed again? '

- 'What kind of language is that? '

'We tape newspaper to the window

to keep out the cold.

'And we found a use

for all the unpaid bills.'

(Laughing)

- Do this.

- OK.

Oh!

(Retching)

It's all right, precious.

I'll be OK in a minute.

It's all right, don't worry, love.

Mummy's fine.

(Mimics engine noises)

Mummy, you look lovely.

Thank you, angel.

You stay put till Mummy gets back.

What shall I bring you?

- Chocolate fingers.

- Oh, that's a good choice.

(People chatting)

I'm sorry.

We were looking for your house.

Is there somewhere

we could talk to you?

Do you have time for...?

No, there isn't time. I've got to get back.

I left him by himself.

I...

Well, we wrote you a letter and

I wanted to make sure that you got it.

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