Unlocked

Watch your backs!

When Mr Westicott fired you, did he tell you why?

He said his wife is afraid of me.

Did you ever speak to his wife?

I praise her.

I tell her she has hips. Good for many children.

Large, like my best sheep.

You told her this?

Just tell him to not speak to his boss's wife.

I'll straighten this out with Mr Westicott and you can go to work tomorrow.

My cousin, he hates his new neighbours. Egyptians. My age, mostly.

Nine blokes in one flat. Nine.

- Well, he should talk to his landlord. - Yo, it's a council estate, innit?

Housing office then.

Yo. He already did that and they sent Immigration round.

And?

And nothing. They were out that day.

Ooh, la la. I've never been to Paris before. Beautiful, no?

- Yeah, it is. Will you put that down, please? - Relax. I'm not gonna break it.

OK.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Your minicab licence expires in a week.

I need you to fill in this form for me.

- Your tea is cold. - Sorry I'm late.

You get my email?

Nice to see you too, Alice.

How are the salt mines treating you?

My email, Emily.

MI5 raided the flat an hour ago.

- And? - Empty.

Nine Egyptian nationals cleared out this morning.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

We have a good lead, though.

- Should have them in custody shortly. - Shortly?

- If these guys are who I think they are... - But we don't know that yet, do we?

But, as I said, the lead is solid.

- You'll call me? - Of course.

- Soon as you have them. - I promise.

Hello, can I get...

Henry, come.

Emily?

CIA intel is always welcome, Alice,

and your cover is brilliant.

But those Egyptians...

- They're students. - Students? Really?

Yes. Undergrads at UCL. The past three years.

Are you sure? They really fit the profile.

Complete background checks.

- They're absolutely clean. - Okay.

Well, thanks for looking into it.

Dogcatcher, Dogcatcher, engage now.

Copy that. We see him.

Shut up!

Stay down! Give me your hands.

Jim McAllister. We'd flown him in from Ramstein to interrogate a prisoner.

St Thomas' Hospital is saying heart attack.

Our own docs are en route, but...

He's dead, right?

Sir?

Are we expecting that to change between now and after lunch?

I'm asking because my wife

is sitting alone at Chez Francois on our anniversary.

Why was I called in?

The prisoner McAllister was supposed to unlock.

He's a courier for Imam Yazid Khaleel.

- Khaleel has prison time left. - He got a new lawyer.

Oh, how nice for him.

The Brits have inner-circle assets saying that he just gave a go order

for an attack on an American target in the UK.

And we believe the courier to be carrying it, sir.

American target?

All we have, sir.

- Who is the go order for? - David Mercer.

Mercer? Trust-fund jihadi of Bloomfield Hills.

He goes by his conversion name now. Mohammed al...

Fuck his conversion name. What is his connection with Khaleel?

The imam's his spiritual authority.

Mercer won't lift a finger without Khaleel's blessing.

Khaleel gives him credibility.

One more thing, sir. The ordered attack... It's thought to be biological.

Send a car for my wife and flowers.

And by flowers, I mean whatever it takes to keep me off the couch tonight.

Please, take a seat.

- Thank you. - Good evening.

Mr Lasch, please.

- Yes. Please, go through. - Thank you.

- Thank you. - Hello, Al.

So good to see you.

- You look great. - Thank you.

So the bus driver says, Lady, I'm sorry,

you cannot bring a live chicken on the bus.

So she apologises, snaps its neck and gets on.

I've told this story before, OK?

Just a few times.

But it keeps getting better.

The whole feather thing, that was new.

Now you're picking on me.

What is that? New toy from Langley?

Dedicated sat feed of local intercepts.

Here.

- This is live? - They're beta testing 'em.

I want one.

Come on back to the field and I'll get you one.

I'm not ready for that.

- I lost my nose for it. - Bullshit.

You don't have the network you're used to.

Community embed posts in allied countries are dead zones.

See, you don't do good with boredom.

I can manage.

All right, look, I'm an asshole. But we need your skill sets.

We need you on the front line.

Last time I was there, 24 people died.

Not everything is that bridge in Paris, Alice.

- So how is your divorce coming along? - OK.

All right, we're gonna change the subject.

Oh, people do that when they don't wanna talk about something.

It was not your fault.

I was your chief back then. I know.

It was not my fault but...

If you want me to make peace with losing people...

I don't. I want you to make peace with those you saved.

No, it was me. I lost them, Eric. Not Agency. Not Paris station. It was me.

I was too slow and too late and you're crazy to trust me with that again.

I've got 30 years in the craft, so do me a favour...

Don't ask me to cover what you can't bear to face.

- I wasn't doing that. - Yes, you were.

It's understandable. Nobody wants to face that pain again.

Let the past go.

Or it's gonna get in the way when it counts.

Good night.

Marburg virus is a Category A bio-threat threat agent

that may just trump Ebola for the nightmare trophy.

Intercepts are flagging Russia as the most likely source.

The Soviets produced a weaponised strain in the '80s called Variant K.

It's on every jihadi's wish list.

And the courier?

We snatched him last night. We have him waiting.

It's not what he knows, sir. It's that Mercer won't have met him yet.

The imam never uses the same courier twice.

So if we crack the courier for any recognition measures needed for the meet,

switch him out with one of our guys,

we can change the message to whatever we want.

And if Mercer buys it, we can shut him down.

It was all going beautifully until our interrogator's ticker gave out.

Are you telling me we don't have another interrogator in the UK?

Our best people are in the sandbox.

There is another case officer with London station.

Alice Racine. But...

But what? Call her.

Actually, sir, she's had a rocky couple of years.

Who's her COS?

I am, sir.

Background?

Racine was a teen runaway.

European born, her mother brought her to the States when she was 12.

A year later, Child Protective Services found her on the street.

Multiple foster homes. Six different schools.

She broke her teacher's arm when she was 15.

Suspected he was touching her classmates.

- He was. - Born a bloodhound.

The cops on her case got her into the Police Athletic League.

Three years later, she had a full athletic scholarship to Northwestern.

Now we recruited her because she

scored off the charts on the Kolbe Index and Special Activities needed interrogators.

What's the rocky part?

The mastermind of the 2012 bridge bombing was her interrogation.

She broke him, too late to stop it.

The death toll was a fraction of the 2015 attacks but she took it hard.

She tried to quit after that, but her chief at the time

talked both her and the agency into a transfer

to a cover job in East London in a jihad-prominent community.

Which is why we didn't consider her.

It's been two years since she's been in the booth,

and just wasn't enough time to knock the rust off.

But given the circumstances, do you have a better idea?

Anyone?

Alice?

Frank Sutter, London station.

Some good reading in there.

Page 12.

The courier's Moroccan.

Some trips to Frankfurt in 2014 for terror training.

The Germans picked him up once, but they considered him low value and let him go.

No English. Speaks tribal Moroccan Darija.

I got an interpreter for you.

He won't know the meet site until Mercer pings him,

so focus on getting the recognition protocol.

That's what we're counting on from you.

Problem?

You do know my history, right?

If you want me to say you were HQ's first choice...

I don't.

That's the point, I don't wanna be anyone's choice.

Except that's not how it works, is it?

You're being called up.

Now your reluctance is noted, but this is priority red.

And the chief of Europe division has made his call.

It's not a request.

All right.

Can you make this thicker?