Slow Horses

This is the pre-boarding announcement

for Lusit Airways flight LLT154 to Marrakech.

We are now inviting those classified as small children…

Come on. Where are you?

Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Thank you.

-ETA? -Less than a minute.

-Has there been a handover? -Negative.

Eyes on Dogs.

Why is he airside? Intel said target was inbound.

He made visual contact, ma'am.

Reconfirm.

Second Desk requests we reconfirm visual.

You're looking for an Asian male, 20s, backpack, blue shirt, white tee.

Yes, confirmed, and I have Dogs on standing by.

Shit.

Lost visual. Possible handover.

What does he mean "possible handover"?

-Cartwright, clarify. -Did you catch anything on CCTV?

Negative, that's what you're there for. Repeat, clarify.

He has a visual. Did he see a handover or not?

Lost visual momentarily.

Repeat, possible handover.

-Come on. Get out of the way. -Blocked by the cleaner.

Lusit Airways are pleased to announce boarding

for flight LLT154 to Marrakech.

We would like to invite families and those requiring assistance

-to come forward first. -Move, move, move.

Please have your passports and boarding card ready.

Okay, have full visual on target again,

but something has definitely gone in or out of that backpack.

Tell him to hold.

Cartwright, hold your position. Do not intercept.

-Target is on the move. -We have eyes on target. Hold.

Ma'am?

Hold your position, Cartwright. Hold your position. We are assessing.

Target is joining the queue to board. Standing by.

Keep the channel clear, please.

Come on.

Second Desk says, "Do not intercept."

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

-Push the button. -Dogs are standing by, ma'am.

At least he's heading downstairs. There's 300 bodies up there.

Yes, but he's headed to a plane loaded with fuel.

First passengers are on the tarmac, ma'am.

-Authorize. -Apprehend suspect.

Dogs, go.

Move!

-Out of the way! -Move!

-Down, down, down! -What the fuck?

Get the fuck off me!

Disperse if you can. Keep calm.

-Get back! -Get off me!

-What the fuck? -Relax!

-What are you doing? -No trigger.

-This is fucking harassment! -No wires here.

-Clear. -Bag.

-Get off! Get off me. -Over.

Somebody film this! Fuck!

-Get off me! Nothing on me! -Stop moving!

He's clean.

Repeat. Repeat!

He's clean. There's no device, no weapon. Nothing.

-Ma'am? -He has the wrong suspect,

or we have the wrong intel, and we don't have the wrong intel.

-Ma'am, he reconfirmed visual. -Reconfirm again.

Cartwright, confirm suspect description.

Asian male, 20s, backpack, blue shirt, white tee.

I said, "white shirt, blue tee."

You--

No, no, no, no, you said-- you said, "blue shirt, white tee."

Webb.

Yeah.

Shit. Put it on the main screen.

White shirt, blue tee. Suspect is inbound.

Inbound, headed to immigration, main terminal.

Stand Cartwright down. He's done.

Second Desk says stand down, Cartwright.

Oh, shit.

-Stand him down. -Cartwright, where are you going?

You tailed the wrong suspect. You're stood down.

Get me CCTV on that escalator now.

-Should we have immigration hold him up? -Not with a bomb on his back.

-Get SO15 on standby. -Ma'am.

SO15, standby.

-He'll be through in two minutes. -Duffy, where are your Dogs?

Still airside with Cartwright's suspect.

Jesus Christ! If you can't get your guys there,

get SO15 on the ground now.

We got something behind immigration?

Excuse me.

Hey! Hey!

-How long? -Three minutes.

He's through.

There. He's headed to baggage reclaim.

Stay on him. I need eyes at the end of that concourse.

-Yep. Coming up now. -Head to the carousel.

He's headed to baggage reclaim.

Give me cameras at the end of baggage reclaim.

I want eyes there.

Not a Dog in sight.

Duffy, those are your guys?

No. No, ma'am. They're en route.

Duffy, surely we've got transport police on that concourse.

Waiting. Inbound, two minutes.

Thank you!

He's not waiting for luggage.

What? He's walking straight out.

Get out of the way! Move!

Move, move, move, move!

Sorry.

I'm service, I'm service.

I'm service! Move now!

-I need an image. Why is it dark in there? -There's no cameras, ma'am.

-I want eyes now! -Confirm with Stansted.

Dogs, intercept! Suspect's now landside. Where are you?

-There. -He swapped backpacks.

That's the handover.

Smash the glass.

This is an emergency. Please evacuate.

Ladies and gentlemen, please evacuation the terminal!

Evacuate the terminal all the way…

-…this exit. This exit. -Work out the safe areas.

Keep them safe. Don't let anyone pass.

This way please. Ladies and gentlemen, this way. Quick as you can.

Move, move, move, move!

Move!

Move! Aside!

Move! Out of the way! Now!

He's headed for the Stansted Express.

Get out of the way!

Move! Get to the side.

Come on!

Get it cleared. Full evacuation.

Evacuate the entire train station.

I want any trains coming into Stansted halted.

Any trains that are in-bound, I need to know about it.

Move, move, move!

Move, move, move!

Move, move, move!

-Move, move, move, move, move! -This way!

Keep moving, guys. Come on.

Place is closed! Stop! Stop!

What are you doing?

Stop! No! Step away now! Step away! Don't do it!

No?

Yeah? Great!

Standish.

-Are you all in? -All except River and Sid.

Yeah, well, the last one in can clean my lav.

I thought spooks were supposed to be stealthy.

Another day dawns on MI-Fucking Useless.

Morning, Max.

The usual, Mr. Hobden?

Yes, Max. The usual.

His name isn't Max.

Well, it says "Max" on the front of the shop.

Yeah, but I heard the staff call him Theo, short for Theodosios.

I'll stick with "Max." Shorter.

There you go.

Thank you, Max.

What are you looking for?

A reason not to blow my brains out.

He hasn't told me yet what I'm looking for.

Dumping the rubbish this side of the room.

Do you think Sid will find this as amusing as you do?

-Hello, Catherine. -Morning.

Morning.

Bradford driving license applications,

addresses, council tax records. Cross-check.

Well, these are from 2005.

The lending list from Luton libraries in the last year.

At least yours is topical.

Flag any borrowing that suggests money laundering.

Really? Someone looking that up in the library

probably doesn't have that much money to launder.

Parking tickets from the Euston area.

From the '90s?

No stone unturned, eh?

Oh, Catherine!

Catherine, before you go, these two stick-in-the-muds

are giving my idea of a pub quiz team a big thumbs down.

Actually, I gave it a fat middle finger.

Come on, guys! What about team spirit? Catherine?

No.

-"No," as in "Ask me later," or no-- -As in, "no."

Tough nut to crack, that Catherine, but I'll get there.

-Forget it. She never lightens up. -Would you?

If I was Lamb's lackey, no.

No, I meant what happened before. Before she came here.

Yeah, well, I wish Lamb would go that way.

Is today the day you finally give me something remotely challenging?

Flight inquiries to Syria from the previous decade.

No, it isn't.

Well, I'll set up an algorithm for that

and treat the remaining nine hours of the day as my own time.

Jed? Transport police are asking

if you can stop scaring people away from that bus stop.

-They could be watching us. -Or they could be waiting for a bus.

Also, Lamb says there's a new hire

-at the Chinese down-- -Oh, fuck me!