Rogue Cell

This is a false flag attack. Someone's making sure

- no one deals with us. - If anything,

we've been cozying up, trying to secure rare earth metals.

It's Viking.

Get OGC to bless this.

The Chinese delegate met with a Western woman.

I accessed her room and cloned her laptop.

I even recorded her voice.

- You've done well, Danny. - Send me back to Tehran, sir.

Valhalla smuggles diamonds

onto the world market through

this man, Mikkel de Bruyne.

Somewhere in this chain, we find a weak link

who puts us next to Viking.

- You want me to go to Africa? - Yes.

Give me a map of London

with 16 blinking red dots, including you.

This stays between us.

I have the result

of the voice analysis you asked for.

I know her.

She works under Richardson.

- We need to recall Gremlin. - Why would we do that?

Because her boyfriend is working for the Chinese.

- What are you doing? - You're under arrest

for sharing intelligence with the enemy.

I have all your conversations

since you arrived-- phone, email, text message.

I know everything.

And I smell bullshit.

Make a list of every target you recruited for the Chinese

or planned to approach.

I promise you'll get prison,

not the noose.

I work on geophysics.

My job is to conduct seismological research.

Write names...

and live.

Do you know Hassan Zamani?

Yes.

He was your target.

He's my boyfriend.

Well, in that case, you must miss him.

This is what happens

if you stick to your lies.

- - Now, either

I send him back to my expert friend upstairs

to finish this job,

or you can spare him.

Stop. Please stop.

Not you. Him.

Now you.

Write the names of your targets.

Save his life.

I don't know any names.

You have one minute to say goodbye.

- -

You got too close.

Two circles.

One for friends, one for targets.

They never mix. A target is an enemy

of you, of your country,

of the Agency.

Our enemies shut up, get out of the way or die.

I'll alert my embassy.

It's too late.

This is all some horrible mistake.

- I did this. -

I'm sorry.

There's a cost for doing this work,

a price.

Are you sure you want to pay it?

I love you.

- - I love you, too.

Stop.

No!

- - No!

Fuck.

I saw the cable. What's going on?

- No. - Tell me.

- Not now. - She's my agent.

I said no.

Oh, but Craig can brief? This is bullshit.

Craig is on Iran desk.

And no, he does not know the full picture.

Gremlin is in a cell.

I can't just sit at my desk doing nothing.

- - I know the feeling, trust me.

Listen.

I have a theory... involving Martian.

It's definitely not the time to be airing pet theories.

Henry, the time is now. If we both think that he--

I counsel you. Do not identify yourself, even to me.

If you're wrong, you jumped too soon.

If you're right, you become a target.

And it's not just careers that will end.

- You make one misstep-- - We'd be in danger?

You're hunting a predator.

Miss the kill shot,

it comes for you.

And I thought we were fucking this up when I got on the plane.

We got behind the eight ball in Bahrain,

so this is just a consequence.

Someone in this station has sold your product to the Chinese.

We don't know that.

Do we need to clean house to exclude that possibility?

- Yes, of course we do. - Fuck possibility.

I've seen the evidence. This is a fact.

Evidence? What evidence have you seen?

British intercepts.

Gremlin's field reports leaked to a Chinese asset.

Where did you hear that?

- - Show the SIS chief in.

- -

Morning, Jim.

Wish I were here under happier circumstances.

- Is this an ambush? - Far from it.

You're under attack, but I am the relief column.

Or the cavalry, as you like to say.

James, tell Jim what you told me this morning.

Our GCHQ has a SIGINT intercept which shows

that Gremlin's reports were being passed to the Chinese

by a senior officer in this station.

Bullshit.

We certainly hoped so.

I actually prayed.

You got a name for me?

Fuck off.

British evidence is clear.

Look,

I know... I know this is hard, but...

if that person put an agent in the field in danger,

I want them fucking burned at the stake.

If this is real, so do I.

We need to get this upstairs.

How much does Washington know

about us cleaning house?

Nothing.

They're politicians.

They want solutions, not problems.

Yeah. Well, let's keep it that way.

Tehran?

Uh, it's in the morning packet, so he probably hasn't read it.

Trust me. He's read it.

Viking was a category 1 target.

Why is he still breathing?

An attempt was made, sir, but we're dealing with

a more advanced counterintel setup than we anticipated.

The agent who lost a leg?

Yes, sir.

And this morning, JSOC lost two more operators.

- Good men. - Should I be worried

their identities may be used

to create further false flag attacks?

We have to assume

that this was the beginning of a campaign, yes.

The African Union meets in a week

to discuss rare earth metals.

If Viking attacks that

and makes it look like we did it--

Okay, so, what's the play?

We have a second fuse lit.

- Timeline? - Uh, sensitive.

- Matter of days. - See to it.

The White House is up my ass on this one.

- What's up? - We got a problem.