Spooks

He may have broken a rib.

- Are you the boyfriend? - No.

Wow! There is a god.

Excuse me. Is anyone sitting here?

Er, no. Please... sit away.

- You're running a phantom agent? Why? - For the money.

I'm sorry, Tess. I'm going to throw you to the wolves.

- (Tom) 'Any sign of him, Danny? ' - No.

- How long since the wire went down? - 50 minutes.

- What's this boy doing here? - I am upbraiding him.

- His studies are poor. - Boy, is that true?

Yes.

Learning should be a delight, not a punishment.

'What do you think, Danny? '

I think they're onto him.

Is this standard issue from Ml5 for their creatures?

They made me do it! I didn't...

Spy for the West and you spy for Satan.

That is what you did, my son.

You embraced him with all your wretched, corrupt, withered soul.

And what is the name of the intelligence officer you report to?

Please... Please...

No! No!

No!

No.

- No backup? - Special Forces can't barge into a mosque.

We have to get him out of there.

No! Please...

Stop! Please!

They could be doing anything to him.

- All right, Danny, you and me. - Great.

- What are you gonna do? - Walk up and ask for our friend back.

- His wire's on. Johnny? - (Screaming)

'Johnny! '

'No! Please... ' (Screams)

'Where is Johnny now? '

- I sent him to Five's clinic in Truro. - He was tortured?

For luck. Beating his feet. Broke almost every bone.

It seems this mosque has been taken over by extremists.

We need to find out if there is a threat here. Yet our only agent is a callow youth.

- Could you talk to him? - No, he was too far gone.

- They put the fear of God into him. - Yes. Thank you, Danny.

Meeting room. Half an hour.

- Her name is Vicky Westbrook. - What?

The doc who patched me up who's got the hots for you.

- (Sighs) Did I notice her? - She noticed you.

Danny.

You don't mind me saying this, do you, after Ellie,

but you have got to ride the bicycle again, Tom.

- I do mind you saying it. - Yeah!

Tom, meeting.

We have just received this from Christine Dale.

Why is CIA, London suddenly sharing with us?

- Christine is a nice woman. - I doubt that's why.

Americans always want you to do something.

Oh, you're in here.

Oh, sorry!

Everyone, this is Ruth Evershed, joining us from GCHQ.

She'll be handling intelligence analysis in this department. Sorely needed.

- Tom Quinn. - You didn't know I was coming?

- Well... - Introductions later.

- I want you in on this. - Am I late?

Well, you're our intelligence expert, you ought to know! Right.

We are briefing Ruth and reviewing the situation.

Ruth, we are struggling with Islamic extremism.

Problems in three London mosques were resolved by the communities.

But our main concern is a mullah in Birmingham - Mohammed Rachid.

He came from Afghanistan, when we saw that country as a friendly place.

How one forgets.

Our Government gave him permanent leave to remain.

There was a shortage of religious leaders and they wanted to help.

Must have done well but Mohammed Rachid has become...

Well... Zoe?

Here's an excerpt from one of his sermons.

'And when a plane turns above a city in the West,

'who will not think of the flight of the martyrs into the Twin Towers?

'Lt is a blessing that there are young among us who stand ready for martyrdom.

'Satan may lash out at them

'but they are ready for the bliss of their reward in paradise.'

CIA, London, have just told us they found documents in Kabul

naming Rachid as an Afghani intelligence officer linked to Al Qaeda.

We let a wolf into the fold.

The mosque's divided between supporters of Rachid and the followers of this man.

Fazul Azzam. Original founder of the mosque.

Mr Azzam came to Birmingham in the early '60s.

While Rachid may be a thug, Azzam has made no official complaint.

But Rachid and his group appear to have the run of the mosque.

Every religion has crooked priests.

Our question is, is this one a threat to national security?

- Why don't we close it down? - Home Office directive.

Community sensitive policy parameters - in real speak, they don't want a riot.

Bugger the Home Office.

If only. But if we are to bring this man to justice,

we need evidence that will stand up in court.

All of you, find me another agent.

- I want to speak to Special Branch. - Could you please leave?

- I'm not in this country to tolerate fools! - Come on, sir.

I am an agent from North Africa.

Armed police, stand still!

I can be of great use to your country.

So he's not said anything at all?

Is that surprising, after what you did to him?

- I'm sorry? - The clinic's for victims of torture.

Mainly refugees. Many resent the debris from your world being brought here.

It's your world too... sadly.

It's my job to make it safer.

Yes. I have signed the Official Secrets Act. He's in here.

It's all right, Johnny. You did all right.

I'm so sorry.

Safe.

- You said I would be safe. - I really am sorry.

We'll look after you now.

You see, we don't get medals for what we do.

All we get is respect.

And respect, you have, Johnny - big time.

There are men twice your age who couldn't have gone through what you have.

You're one of us now.

- That's what they said. - Sorry?

"You're one of us now." That's what they said.

They? Who are they?

- The nest. - Who are they?

The nest of angels, man!

- They want to turn me into a bomb, man! - Bomb?

They want kids to be bombs, yeah.

They want me to be the one! Then they found out I was one of you lot.

- Suicide bombers? - That's what they say.

How serious are they? Have they got explosives?

Have they got detonators?

Where do they want the bombers to kill themselves, Johnny?

Where? Where?

- The centre... - The centre?

- Where? - Centre! Centre!

Help me here.

- "Nest of angels." - Yes.

- Extraordinary phrase. - I've heard it before.

It's what Hamas call their school for suicide bombers.

Suicide bomber attacks in the heart of England.

Any chance the boy can tell us more?

Not now. He suffered a brain haemorrhage.

They told me it happens with victims of that particular torture - blood clots.

Harry, we have got to find out if this is true.

Let me go and rattle Rachid's cage as hard as I can.

Be careful.

What do you think?

Bonkers.

But brilliant.

Do you think I'll be bonkers when I'm older?

- Aren't you now? - Could be.

Oh! Thing!

Don't talk to him.

- Forgive me for keeping you, Mr...? - Anderson.

Mr Anderson, welcome. This is my lawyer, Mr Hussein.

You're from the Home Office lmmigration Service, Mr Anderson?

You have identification?

- Thank you. I'll just make a note of this. - Do.

What can Mr Rachid do for you, Mr Anderson?

You have applied for citizenship. I have to tell you your application will fail.

Mr Rachid was granted permanent leave to remain in the UK eight years ago.

After seven years, he is entitled to full citizenship.

- Unless there is an impediment. - There is none.

Criminal activity. To be particular, kidnapping.

That is a very serious accusation, Mr Anderson.

Whom, allegedly, did Mr Rachid kidnap?

A young man. Javaid Patel. He is known as Johnny.

He was a spy.

And you are a spy.

Don't Ml5 and the immigration services readily exchange personnel?

- We're going to clear this mosque of nests. - You think we have mice?

- The authorities can put traps down. - Mice are innocent creatures.

You can put them on wheels and make them go round.

Is that what you're doing to young men in your community?

We are going to throw you out of this country.

Ml5 - what a sad apology for an intelligence service.

Secret policemen in other countries can arrest, beat, electric shock, even kill,

but what can you do?

A smear in the press? A meaningless threat?

The world I come from must seem utterly uncontrollable to you.

And very dangerous.

You don't get on with your father?

He took us to that new hamburger joint on the Ross Bridge Road.

What is wrong with that?

- It's American shit. - Don't swear, Abu. We are in God's house.

Forgive me, Rachid Sahib.

Why do you hate American things?

- America is the enemy of Islam. - That is true.

But I hope you are not at odds with your father.

- He doesn't pray. - It is not for you to judge your parents.

- He drinks tins of lager. - He lives in England.

We should live as if we live in the House of Islam.

- Who taught you that? - The Book.

You are an exceptional student, Abu Hassan.

Shall I tell you a secret?

One day, England will become the House of Islam.

No hamburgers, no tins of lager.

All the people of this island will honour God and follow His prophet, peace be upon him.

But how could that happen?

By the blood of martyrs, my son.

We need another agent in that mosque. Have we got anyone?

There is someone who could help.

- Don't even think it. - Tessa ran excellent Asian agents.