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you take him, yeah.

Heads up.

- What time is it?

- Midnight.

Give it a couple of hours.

If there's no movement, I'll go in.

It was Dan's idea,

to follow the bloke.

Dan, I need you to take care

of that thing for me, alright?

- Yeah. See you later.

- Yeah.

- Is that it?

- Not quite. Come with me.

Robert Miller,

Jerry is with the home office.

- Hello Sir, nice to meet you.

- Chris tells me you served in The Paras.

I heard about the ambush at Kajaki.

Very heroic.

Well, that depends

on your point of view, sir.

Very confusing,

this war on terror.

Our enemy does not make the distinction

between a civilian and combatant.

There are over 2000 suspected terrorists

operating in the UK alone...

and that number is increasing daily.

Please, sit down.

Thank you, sir.

Contest 2 Program.

A government initiative...

to deal with the terrorist threat.

Everyone from shopping center managers,

to security guards.

Chris and I, act as...

consultants to the program.

No disrespect,

I've put my time in, sir.

You did, without reservation.

And I'm gonna ask

you for your help, once more.

This is the business,

we've chosen.

Conolly's great game,

is still being played.

We need men,

with your particular skill set.

Until today we had no idea,

that the plot you uncovered, even existed.

But we should have.

Do you recognize this young woman?

Her name is Alayna Wallace.

- Yeah, I saw her with Abdullah.

- She's our informant.

Informant? We were told that

al-Qaeda never use women.

Every parasite adapts

to its host and evolves.

It's only a question of time.

Why her?

Why's she so special?

Because she bridges

two worlds,

east and west,

and she can move freely in both.

She met Abdullah, at the University

of London, as a student.

He, uh...

wanted to... radicalize her.

Instead she came to us.

We've been unable to make contact

with her, for the last three months.

We think there's another plot,

but what that is exactly,

we haven't been able to assertain.

- What does she do for Abdullah?

- Whatever he requires.

- Do you trust her?

- We want you to make contact with her.

And find out what's going on.

Fahad! Fahad! What the f*** you're doing?

That's Jones' drug hole.

- So what?

- You want to get yourself killed?

I'll burn his f***ing drugs.

You happy?

- Ramush.

- That's a big order my friend.

- I know.

- Are you planning a war?

It's necessary,

I'm starting an army.

Gotta get

my people trained up.

Where you training,

here, in this sh*t hole?

Wherever.

Stay away from Jones.

Yeah?

Oh...

Who'd you upset?

What is it Tse-tung says,

about warfare?

You never... let your enemy

impose his win on you.

You need any help, Miller...

you let me know.

This tracker is magnetised,

so it's great for use in all cars.

Just pop in the sim card

and call it from your mobile.

Black coffee, please, mate.

- Alana Wallace?

- Alyana.

- You're one of Turner's men?

- That's right.

- What's your name?

- Miller.

Interesting meeting place.

- You often hang around women's toilets?

- Yeah.

- What do you want?

- Information about Abdullah.

Your people seem to have

a good enough handle on that.

Tell Turner...

I don't know anything...

Miller.

- She's terrified.

- Abdullah stepped up her security too.

He's hired a bunch of Chechens.

They're not here for the Jihad,

they're here for the money.

Also, we have to consider

the possibility...

that she's been feeding us false intel,

maybe even from the start.

- You don't trust her?

- You earn trust.

What does she gain

by feeding us false intel?

She came to us two years ago.

Since then, she's been working

with these people non-stop.

Who knows

what effect that could have.

- And she's perfect cover for him.

- She came out of Ain al-Hilweh.

A refugee camp in Lebanon.

That's a tough town. She's dual nationality.

Her father was a British aid worker.

She speaks five languages.

That's perfect cover.

Hey, you know you're the

first bloke I've sent in...

who she didn't tell, to f*** off?

Good job.

You stay on her.

- Zero, this is Alpha 3-1 contact, over.

- Zero... over.

This is Alpha 3-1, large explosion,

We have three injured

and looks like two dead.

Request immediate medevac,

Roger so far? Over.

- Zero, roger.

- Alpha 3-1, enemy fire at the moment,

there are people

on the ridge to the east.

- Request overwatch air support.

- Zero, over.

- Contact right...

- Contact right.

Wait, wait, someone's

coming out of the building.

F*** me, it's a shelter!

Request air support.

Request air support.

Green smoke 300 meters west

of my location behind the building, over.

Zero, over and out.

Chris, they're dead, she's dead.

Dan, they're all dead.

Bobby, leave her. Leave her, she's dead.

We have to go now!

"She's dead.

She's dead, she's dead".

F***ing Chris got me running

all over,

otherwise I'd be able to help you out

with this bird.

Haven't had this much excitement

since Kajaki.

Just make sure we don't let this one

end up with a sign on her.

Well, let's do our job then,

won't we Dan?

Why dont you get some kip, man.

You look f***ed. I'll take this first one.

Yeah.

Do not turn around, just listen.

Whatever you know, you need to come clean.

They think you're feeding them sh*t.

They're getting impatient.

Hold out your hand.

Make contact.

- Don't turn around, just walk.

- Oh, f*** off you benders!

I'm going to ask you some questions.

You answer truthful, no more pain.

You understand?

- You understand?!

- Yes, I understand, alright?

Good.

- What is your name?

- Dave.

My name is Dave.

- You lie to me again, I'll open you up.

- Robert O'Neil.

Yeah, see?

- And what you do, Robert O'Neil?

- What do you mean what do I do?

- Unemployed, alright? I don't do sh*t.

- But today you do something, huh?

- Why do you follow that couple?

- Because they looked like they had money.

- Military, huh?

- I was.

That redundant now, huh?

You have no business in this country,

so you steal from people.

Where your troops serve?

Iraq? Afghanistan?

Afghanistan.

- Hm, stupid war.

- So I've heard.

You want me to kill him?

Dan! I've had f***ing nightmares.

Come and get me, will ya?

I'm down by the water, some f***ing place.

I'm gonna stand in the main road.

Alright! Alright!

- F***!

- Alright.

Okay.

Alright.

Pressure.

- Okay.

- That's good mate. I need to lie down, Dan.

- Okay. Alright. On the floor?

- Hm-hm.

Up.

Okay. Nah, nah, nah mate, this way,

right this way.

- Head up.

- Oh, f***...

Okay.

- Water?

- I need some water, mate, yeah.

Bobby?

I'm off.

Come on.

Yeah.

There, wipe your nose.

- No, it's no good.

- What?

You're still an ugly bastard.

Was it Jones?

- What about you?

- Was it Jones?

It was Ryan...

and his youths.

Bastards.

You could go up there...

with a strap.

Blow his f***ing head off.

- You could do that, you've killed people.

- Yeah.

I've got money.

What the f*** you want?

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