Britz (2007) s01e02 Episode Script

The muscles of mastication
Thank you.
Juvenile.
The large masseter muscle,
the pterygoid muscles which elevate,
depress or protract the mandible,
all are innervated
by the fifth
cranial nerve, the trigeminal nerve.
So
Make your incision
here.
Gross!
What?!
Bloody hell, what happened to you?
What was it you wanted, Sohail?
Can I have it back, please?
You're writing to Bush?
That's right.
It's about the treatment
of a detainee at Guantanamo.
What's the point?
The point is he's been detained
without trial for four years
in breach of the Human Rights
Convention, the Geneva Convention,
and any convention that defines
a civilised society.
The point is
he has no-one to speak up for him
and unless we show Bush and his gang
that someone is watching,
he'll probably just quietly disappear.
But they'll just bin it, Naz,
you know they will.
You have to try.
Hey, Rafl
Let's have a look.
I don't like that boy.
War wounds, mate.
Healing up pretty good.
No offence but your brother
really gives me the creeps.
Why does he dress like an Arab?
Because he's got a little dick?
- What Asian man has red hair?!
- He looks like such a prick.
Oh, man! Honestly,
I saw him and I said, "Abdul
what does your mum say about your hair?"
And he just looked at me
and he said, "Fuck off!"
And you snogged him!
- Snogged him?
- Yeah. I saw you!
Never, I have never ever
I have never ever snogged
that man in my life.
Yes, you have!
Bloody hell, he's pretty devoted.
I thought you had a ward round?
Yeah, but he just couldn't start
his day without seeing you.
Listen, I'll catch you later, yeah?
Jude
You can shove this shit
up your arse, Rashid.
Fucking crazy!
Who was that, in the corridor?
He's my cousin.
His mum used to walk us to school.
She got sick.
But of course, Rashid was too busy
doing God's work to go and visit her.
Too busy standing in corridors,
inviting people to his
stupid fucking classes.
God would look after her.
And did he?
He?
Yeah, he did actually.
She died.
Do you want to come and
help us at the mosque?
I don't think so.
Are you wimping out?
I'm not a Muslim, Naz.
Black men and Asian men
not a great combination.
Stand up to Bush and Blair.
Mobilise for the local elections.
Campaign against the police state.
Fight the demonisation
of Islam worldwide.
Demonstrate against detention
without trial on Sunday 15th.
- Stand up to Bush and Blair.
- Come on, love.
What do you mean, "come on"?
You shouldn't be talking about
this stuff outside the mosque, sister.
This is exactly where we
should be talking about it.
Why was the Committee inside discussing
charity law when the Iraq war broke out?
Where were you when the Bradford Six
were detained without charge?
We need leadership,
campaigning leadership,
not you lot wringing your hands.
- This is no place for a woman.
- Is that right?
Is that why you won't allow
a single woman onto your Committee?
How dare you
lay your hands on a young woman!
You should be ashamed of yourselves!
Haven't you read your Koran?
And we'll have those back too, please.
They're private property.
Sorry I'm late.
Stand up to Bush and Blairl
- Demonstrate on Sunday the 15th.
- Mobilise for the local elections.
"How dare you lay hands
on a young woman?"
I thought
he was going to crap a brick.
Wanker!
"Haven't you read your Koran?"
OK, I'll turn it down.
There's someone here.
What's all this about?
Do you have a warrant?
We don't need one.
Did you buy this?
Yeah, I did.
- I bought them.
- And you are?
Sabia lqbal.
Sabia lqbal, I'm arresting you under
Section 57 of the Terrorism Act
The Terrorism Act?
On what grounds?
You are in possession
of a substance in circumstances
which give me reasonable suspicion
that its possession is for a purpose
connected with terrorism.
We use that for curry.
Every house in this street has.
- It's just pepper.
- Tell them.
Not six packets!
We always buy it like that.
It's cheaper.
This is about my brother, isn't it?
Sab.
I'll get you out.
Sab outl Sab outl Sab outl
- When do we want it?
- Now!
- What do we want?
- Sab out!
- When do we want it?
- Now!
Are you Nasima?
Right, you need
to disperse this lot right now.
No, you need to release Sabia lqbal.
You've held her for 24 hours
without charge.
She's being held under the Terrorism
Act. We don't need to charge her.
Then we're not going anywhere.
OK, I'm officially
Stop pushingl
I'm officially informing you that
the area around this station
is a Designated Area under the terms of
the Anti-Social Behaviour Act of 2003,
and I'm directing you to leave.
The Anti-Social Behaviour Act?
This is a demonstration, not a bunch
of kids intimidating their neighbours.
If I believe the presence or
behaviour of two or more people
is likely to result in harassment,
alarm or distress
to a member of the public,
I can direct you to leave.
Which member of the public
are we alarming or distressing?
If you fail to comply,
you will be arrested
and may face
up to three months in prison.
We're just exercising
our legal right to protest.
The only harassment here is the arrest
and detention of an innocent student.
You comply now
or face the consequences.
- What do we want?
- Sab out!
- What do we want?
- Police out!
- Have you seen her?
- No. They won't let anyone in.
What are you doing here?
Y'know, there are other ways to do this.
Oh, yeah, what ways are they, Imran?
Stop pushingl
Get off!
Fuck off!
Take her downstairs.
Whoa not in here, mate.
Sorry.
Put her down there.
I want to see the senior officer
I saw outside.
We're looking for Imran lqbal.
Any idea where we might find him?
This protest is about Sabia lqbal,
not her brother.
We're not leaving till
you release her.
Are you hungry?
Because if you don't shut up,
I'm going to ram this
down your gobby throat.
And wash it down with
a pint of lager.
OK, you're free to go.
- That's it?
- That's it.
- Where've you been?
- Never mind. Where's Mum?
She went out hours ago
down the station, looking for you.
Yes, love, what can I do you for?
You were going to find out
about my mum,
whether she came in looking for me?
Oh, yeah.
What was the name again?
Shahnaz Wahid,
Mrs Wahid.
Right. There was a Mrs Wahid.
She didn't mention you so
I didn't make the connection.
Is she still here?
She had a bit of a funny turn
so we sent her down to Casualty,
just as a precaution.
Is this where you work?
They don't let first years
work in Casualty.
- What is it?
- Jude, hi.
This is my brother, Rafiq.
Jude's someone I see in
lectures occasionally.
- Hi.
- Hi.
I think you might have
my mother on the ward.
There she is.
How is she?
It's an anterior infarction,
it's fairly minor, but the Regi
- wants to admit her for observation.
- Oh, God.
I didn't realise it was your mum.
You didn't tell me your daughter
was a fellow student, Mrs Wahid.
Yes, and we're very proud of her.
- How do you feel, Ammi?
- I'm fine.
A lot of fuss over nothing.
And you're not to tell your brother.
- Ammi, he'd want to know
- Absolutely not.
It's OK.
It's gonna be all right.
What?
What am I doing here?
My mum's in hospital,
my best friend's in prison.
My dad's at home,
wondering where the fuck I am.
All because of the cops.
It's got nothing to do with the cops.
They don't write the laws,
they just enforce them.
It's that arsehole Blair.
And the arseholes
that keep electing him.
It's not funny, Jude. OK?
- It's not funny.
- Sorry.
I'm trying to campaign
against this stuff politically,
but it's pointless.
They arrested me under
the Anti-Social Behaviour Act,
which is supposed to be for thugs
who hang around on street corners.
By the time I got inside, it was
the Prevention of Terrorism Act.
Sabia's being held under
the Terrorism Act.
We're fucked whatever we do.
And you don't understand
because you're not Muslim.
Come here.
Never noticed this before.
It's only revealed
by the light of the full moon.
What does that make you, a werewolf?
No
a vampire.
Get off!
I can't wear that, Jude.
Keep it secret, like I do.
Your mum seemed like a nice lady.
I want to be honest about
our relationship, Nas.
I want you to introduce me
to your parents.
It's never going to happen.
Why not?
I want to help.
Play a proper part in your lives.
You've got no idea what
you're talking about, OK?
My father would literally kill me
if he found out
I was sleeping with anyone,
let alone a non-Muslim.
Sab, it's me.
- I can't talk to you.
- What've I done?
You haven't done anything.
I'm under a Control Order.
You're on the list of people
I'm not allowed to meet.
You're insane.
- Did they see you?
- I don't think so.
- Sab, I've got to talk to you.
- Keep your voice downl
My mum will totally freak
if she finds you here.
What's that?
It's my tag. I'm under curfew.
I have to be indoors
between 7pm and 7am.
I have to touch the tag to that thing
before I go to bed and
when I wake up in the morning.
I'm not allowed to use my mobile
or the Internet.
I have to send my bank statements
in to the Home Office
every month to be checked.
I have to get the Home Secretary's
personal permission
if I want to meet anyone
outside the house.
And there's this long list of people
I'm never allowed to meet.
With me at the top?
All because your mum
bought some pepper?
Apparently, I've given support to
"individuals who are believed to be
"involved in terrorist-related
activity".
They're trying
to get at Imran through me.
Where is he?
I don't know, Nas.
I've been in prison.
You know they locked me up as well?
Why?
We had this demo, outside
where they were holding you.
I probably wasn't there any more.
They moved me almost straight away.
Did they hurt you?
It was pathetic. They threatened
to make me eat a bacon sandwich.
These three women officers
searched me.
You know, stripped me,
searched me inside,
with rubber gloves.
They wouldn't turn the lights off
so I couldn't really sleep.
Every time I was dozing off,
these men would hammer on the door
and tell me what they were
going to do to me,
leer at me.
They were weird.
Tell me.
When they searched me
I bled.
- I'm not a virgin any more.
- Of course you're a virgin.
I won't pass the test.
No husband's family will accept me.
- My parents will disown me.
- Don't be silly.
They finger-printed me.
like I were a common criminal.
It's OK.
I've got you.
- I'm really sorry, I have to go.
- She'll be here.
I'll boil the kettle.
Hi, come in.
Sab, this is Rachel Stein.
She's agreed to represent you.
Thanks.
- The hearing's in two weeks?
- That's right.
And you can get the Control Order
lifted at that hearing?
Theoretically, it could be
lifted at the hearing,
but I'm afraid I won't be doing it.
I thought you were
going to be my lawyer?
I am, if you want me.
It's complicated.
The Control Order is a very
unusual piece of legislation.
It's designed to prevent you
committing a crime in the future
rather than punishing you
for the one you committed in the past.
They can issue it without
revealing the grounds,
to you or to your legal
representative.
In this case, the Home Office
haven't revealed
- the grounds.
- But they'll be at the hearing?
Probably not, in fact.
They're not required to do so
and usually, they don't.
And the hearings are
almost always closed.
What does that mean?
They take place without the subject
of the order or their lawyer attending.
You mean they're examining
my case but I can't be present?
- That's right.
- Why?
Because sensitive matters
may need to be discussed.
Classified matters.
But surely if Sab's on trial,
she has a right to be represented?
She will be represented, by
Richard Crake, QC.
- Who's he?
- He's a Special Advocate.
They're appointed by
the Attorney General
to represent defendants
in closed proceedings.
- So, when does she meet him?
- She doesn't, I'm afraid.
He's not working for Miss lqbal.
He's working for the State.
- This is insane.
- You're actually quite lucky.
In some Control Order cases, defendants
aren't being represented at all.
So Sab's on trial but the charges
against her can't be disclosed.
She's not allowed to be present
and neither is her lawyer.
And she's being represented
by someone she's never met
and who isn't working for her.
- It's a fucking joke!
- No, it's not.
There's nothing
funny about this at all.
It's one of the scariest pieces
of legislation on the statute book.
Which is why
with your permission,
we'd like to fight this as a test case,
take it all the way to the
European Court if necessary.
But that'll take years, won't it?
Yes, but
How long can they keep me on it?
This Order?
I'm afraid that, currently,
it can be renewd indefinitely.
I didn't know you wore a chain.
It was a present.
Who from? Jude?
Yeah.
Nas, I'm really sorry.
She's my best friend.
- I can't just abandon her.
- Of course you can't.
Not that anything I do makes
fuck-all difference.
Sab's still under curfew
and I'm still hiding in our garden
with a house full of fucking coppers.
Maybe Imran's right.
Maybe there is a better way.
Are you OK?
Yeah.
Thanks.
No problem.
You alright?
Yeah.
Come in.
Sorry, mate.
It's Muslims only.
- I'd like to watch.
- Will you convert?
I'm not going to convert
but I'm interested.
- I want to hear what he has to say.
- It doesn't work like that.
What are you scared of?
- Come on, let's go.
- Get off me!
Easy, mate. Let's go.
Don't make a scene.
Let's go.
Thanks, Nasima. Thanks a lot
To their joy,
she recognised their voices.
But to their despair,
they realised the bullet
had blinded her.
She wanted to be a schoolteacher.
She asked about her homework.
- She's worried about her homework.
- Homework.
And then the reality of her shattered
life suddenly seemed to dawn on her.
She said, dad, I want to die.
I give up this bed.
Why did this happen to me?
Why did this happen to me?
Your lives are comfortable, yes?
Compared to those in the video,
you have comfortable lives?
Yes.
You enjoy the riches
bestowed upon you by Allah?
Yes.
Then shame on you.
Shame on you for wasting your lives
watching American movies
and listening
to your crap American music
whilst your sisters
are being raped in Abu Ghraib
and your brothers
are being tortured in Guantanamo.
You who refuse jihad,
what excuse will you offer
almighty Allah for doing nothing
whilst your brethren are
beaten, raped
- and humiliated?
- So you're saying
it's a Muslim's duty
to go overseas and fight?
No, let her speak.
What about getting involved,
becoming politically active,
fighting injustice
from within the democratic process?
Don't you put any value on that?
So you're for fighting politically?
- Yes.
- And what have you achieved?
Name me one piece of legislation
the political action has over-turned.
Name me one new law,
designed to turn Muslims
into second-class citizens,
that you've even come close to denting.
You can't, can you?
No.
A million people marched
against the Iraq War.
Did the Government
withdraw their forces?
- No.
- No, that's right, they didn't!
They attacked.
They launched an all-out war
on the entire Muslim Umma.
They butchered and maimed us and they
are butchering and maiming us still!
Nasima, name me the one thing
about Islam that troubles you most.
That's easy.
The way men use it to hold
women back, to deny us our rights.
Women have no voice
at all in Islam today.
So, democracy and
Western liberalism give you
complete equality and freedom
of expression in Britain as a woman?
More or less, yes.
OK.
Try wearing the hijab
and jilbab for a day.
Just a day of your own free choice,
and see how much freedom
of expression you feel you have.
Nasima, breakfast!
Good morning, Abbu.
You can't wear that in here.
- Why not?
- It's not sterile.
It's freshly laundered.
It's just as sterile as the greens.
I have to keep my head covered.
It's part of my religion.
Mr Chapel. This student is refusing
to remove her religious clothing.
- Nasima Wahid?
- That's right.
I'm afraid you've got
a pretty simple choice.
Either remove your hijab now and dress
appropriately, or miss the operation.
Forcep.
Is there anything I can do to help?
I don't know, Miss Wahid. Is there?
Retractor.
Lister would be turning in his grave.
'With these laws, it's hard to say
what I'd wish to say.'
Let's just say I did
what was necessary,
what I'd been trained to do.
That preparation was the most
fulfilling experience of my entire life.
While I was in Iraq,
I was given the honour
to train with two women
destined for martyrdom
operations in Palestine.
They became friends of mine.
Better than anyone,
women are able to land
mortal blows on the enemy.
They can travel where a man cannot.
They can enter buildings
without arousing suspicion
in a way that a man cannot.
And they can conceal
in a way that a man cannot.
Yusuf al-Qaradawi
himself has issued a fatwa,
stating that it is a woman's duty
to seek jihad.
Even without the permission
of her husband.
- How was your day wearing the hijab?
- I felt like a non-person.
Like I wasn't myself.
But in another way, I felt safe.
Safe?
Islam is not about safety.
You are not a Muslim because
you put your head on a mat.
You are a Muslim because,
when people are suffering,
you do something about it,
you act.
I've got to go.
What are you doing here? I thought
you weren't allowed to do this?
God, I've just had Jude
going on at me.
- Yeah, I know but
- Fuck 'em, Nas!
I'm not going to let them do this.
They can do what they want,
I don't care.
I can't live like this, OK?
I have to try and fight back.
I've brought your stuff.
Fucking hell!
Sab, what the fuck have you done?
Sab can you hear me?
Help me, someone!
One, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, ten, 11, 12, 13, 14,
15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23,
24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30.
Someone help me!
We've got it now, love.
I'm a doctor.
- Are you Nasima Wahid?
- Yeah.
I'm sorry, love,
you're going to have to go.
She's not allowed to see you.
But she's unconscious.
Nasima is a student here
and this is her best friend.
She re-started her heart,
for God's sake.
You can go outside.
- Hey, Nas. What's up?
- Where are you?
I'm in London, what's the matter?
Sabia died.
What?
How?
She committed suicide.
Oh, God, Nas.
Why didn't you call me?
I did.
It went to voicemail.
I need to see you, Soh.
Can you come home?
What's that noise?
I can't talk right now.
Can I call you back in two minutes?
Nas? Are you OK?
I'm fine.
I'll call you right back, OK?
Sure.
Could you turn that off, Ammi?
I have something to tell you.
I want to be honest with you.
And I don't want to live a lie.
What is it?
I've got a boyfriend and I want
to bring him home to meet you.
Who is he?
His name's Jude.
He's one of my political friends.
Is he a Muslim?
No, he's Christian.
And he's black.
Nasima, what have you done?
We give you the freedom you beg for
and this is how you repay us?
Swear.
Swear on the Holy Koran
that you are still a virgin.
You will go upstairs
and you will pack your bags.
You and your mother will be on the
first plane to Pakistan in the morning.
We will find you a husband,
not this negro trash.
If that is your will, Father.
Go!
This is your contact in the city.
I thought you were my guide.
I am.
This is for just in case.
Let me do that, Ammi.
There!
You know, you can go to bed, Majid.
I'm not gonna run away.
You're making me nervous.
Here, let me.
I do know how to make
myself up, Parvin.
I know what he'll like.
What's he like?
He's a good catch.
You'll be lucky to get him.
- Can I?
- Yeah.
Razorlight?
We're not savages, you know.
Actually
He's a bit of a lazy shit
You can do better
Thank you.
Very good.
Shabir is studying at college,
like you, Nasima.
Really?
What are you studying?
Agricultural science.
When do you graduate?
Well, he's taken a year or two off
to help his father.
But he's hoping to start
the course in the autumn.
Yeah. They're holding
my place for me.
I need to find an internet cafe.
I left home in a bit of a hurry
and some of my friends and teacher
will be worried about me.
I'm not sure that would be
such a good ide.
It's a long way to the city.
Maybe Shabir could take me?
It would be a chance for us
to get to know each other better.
You are lucky
your family are so modern.
I would never let my sister
travel alone with a man.
Maybe it's because
they trust you, Shabir.
They know you are a man of honour.
- Are you OK?
- Sure. Why?
I'm gonna be back, OK?
But you won't be long?
You won't even know I've gone.
I need to pay.
No, I will pay.
Jude! What are you doing here?
How did you find me?
I'm not gonna reveal all my secrets.
I can't believe
you came all this way.
How did you afford it?
Don't do it, Naz.
What do you mean?
This isn't what Sabs
would have wanted.
If you want to marry someone,
marry me.
Or don't, it doesn't matter.
We can figure it out when we get home.
Just don't piss yourself away on
some arranged marriage out of guilt.
It wasn't your fault she died, Naz.
Come with me now.
I've got the tickets.
Get off himl
Fuck off!
Leave him alone!
Ammi, they're killing him.
Please!
Go inside, Nasima!
Go inside, now!
Did you bring your passport?
It's in my bag.
You need to change.
You'll find what you need in there.
You must leave behind everything,
not just your clothes.
Rings, jewellery, wristwatch, letters,
everything.
- Can't I keep anything of mine?
- Nothing.
Why?
Have you changed your mind?
No.
Sit down.
Your family loves you, yes?
Yes.
They will come looking for you.
- I suppose so.
- Who will come?
My brother, maybe.
And he will continue looking
for you until he finds you, yes?
So, of course, he must find you.
I'm sorry, I know I'm being stupid
but I don't understand.
How can he find me
if I'm miles away in a camp?
He will find your body.
The body he finds will be
badly burned, unrecognisable,
but it will have your clothes,
your papers,
all the things you had with you
when you left.
Your brother will wonder if it is you
but the Pakistan police
will carry out their tests,
and tell him that it is so.
Your family will bury you and go home
to mourn and you will be free.
How do you know the police
will say that when it isn't true?
So, let's go.
I've only agreed to train.
I haven't decided about the other.
It just happens that the camp is the
safest place for me to be right now.
Come.
Wait here. I will come for you.
I thought we were going to the border?
Stay or leave, Nasima.
You must decide now.
No, I won't decide now.
Don't talk to me like I'm a child.
I need to know what's going on.
- I was told I was going to the border.
- You were told? Who told you?
- Imran.
- And where is Imran now?
- I don't know.
- You do know.
The ISI have him.
He knew our plan. So maybe
we are right to change it, no?
- You need to turn your head.
- What?
You need to turn your head more.
It'll help.
I don't know if I'm allowed to
ask your name?
It's Aisha.
- Where are you from?
- Not Yorkshire.
Bloody hell!
Two brothers who do jujitsu!
- Finished.
- Finished!
Gol Gol
- Is it something we said?
- Arseholes.
Hounslow.
Sorry?
You asked me where I was from.
But my family's from Peshawar.
My brother went back to fight
when the Americans invaded.
Is he in Guantanamo?
No.
- Sorry.
- It's OK.
But I miss him.
Did you lose someone?
Take off your clothes.
Why?
Just your over-garments,
not your underwear.
The men are fatter.
It's heavy.
Put this dress on over the top.
Be carefull
It's not a dummy!
You see, it doesn't work.
You must choose your clothes carefully
when you wear this kind of vest.
Hold this.
- What's the second switch for?
- In case the first one fails.
This has been specially made.
Not something we've borrowed
from the men.
Try to walk.
You're carrying ten kilos
of extra weight.
You must learn to move
to disguise your burden.
You've never been pregnant?
No. Have you?
Of course.
Put your hand like this.
Practise.
Learn to walk as if you are
carrying a child inside.
Better.
Come.
The time has come
for you to choose, Nasima.
I don't understand.
When I brought you here, you told me you
had only agreed to train, nothing more.
Now you must decide.
- You mean my training's over?
- Yes.
You will leave this place tomorrow.
Either to re-enter the world
or to carry out the mission
for which you have been trained.
There is something
I've been asked to show you.
What is this?
It's your funeral.
Your family buried you in England
yesterday.
I want to do it.
Then cleanse yourself, Shahida.
Pledge, O Sister.
To the sister believer whose clothes
the criminals have stripped off.
To the sister believer whose hair
the oppressors have shaved.
To the sister believer whose body
has been abused by the human dogs.
Pledge, O Sister.
Covenant, O Sister, to make their
women widows and their children orphans.
Covenant, O Sister,
to make them desire death
and hate appointments and prestige.
Covenant, O Sister,
to slaughter them like lambs
and let the Nile, Euphrates
and the rivers of the world
flow with their blood.
Covenant, O Sister,
to be a pick of destruction
for every godless and apostate regime.
Covenant, O Sister,
to retaliate against every dog
who touch you even with a bad word.
Is it real?
It belonged to the person
your family buried.
You will travel overland to Karachi,
then fly to Paris before taking
a connecting flight to London.
This phone only works in the UK.
When you arrive, you will receive
a call, telling you where to go.
- You're not coming with me, are you?
- No.
You must travel alone.
- But you haven't told me the target.
- You will be told in England.
What you don't know can't be
forced from you if you are arrested.
Spend the night in prayer, Shahida.
You must achieve a level
of faith and belief
that cannot be shaken.
God be with you.
Keep the change.
Are you sure you've taken them?
Well, do you remember
opening the box?
OK, it's cool, don't worry about it.
Look, I've got to go now, Mum,
but I'll be round later
to do the shopping. OK?
No, don't lift it.
OK? I'll do it when I get there.
OK, bye.
It's my mum.
She's a bit forgetful.
What's the target?
I'm not supposed to tell you
until nearer the time.
In case they, y'know
Would you like some breakfast?
Not really.
I'd rather get on.
I think we're supposed
to prepare the explosive first.
And?
I was told you'd know what to do.
You mean it's up to me to choose?
I'm sorry.
Don't keep apologising.
I'll need to know
the nature of the target.
Is it metal, wood, concrete?
Or is it flesh?
It's flesh.
It must be small and portable
but create a very large explosion.
And they've provided nothing?
Nothing.
I was told you'd know what we need.
Put a saucepan of water on to boil.
We need the humidity.
Stops us going pop.
The DLR stops here.
- You make your way along here
- Use this.
You're leaving DNA on the paper.
And you come out through here.
You make your way across the square
to the base of the tower.
One tower to commemorate
the two towers.
Have you phoned your mother?
No, I tried but she was out.
Probably no-one listening anyway.
Who'll be there?
At the concert?
Bankers. Most of the banks
have their headquarters there.
The concert's a bit of lunchtime
fun for them and their families
But if you can get
right into the middle of it,
we can take out a significant chunk
of London's financial traders.
It'll do actual damage
to Britain's economy.
It'll make foreign banks think twice
before sending their staff here,
using London as a base.
It's a real fight back.
And all on the sixth
anniversary of 9/11.
It's brilliant.
Who chose it?
The target?
Dunno.
Someone much cleverer than me.
I didn't realise
there'd be children there.
Just like there are children
when they drop their bombs on innocent
Muslims in Iraq and Palestine.
I'd better get going.
Hi, this is Sohail's phone.
Please leave me a message,
I'll get back to you
as soon as I can. Thanks.
Matloob?
You should dispose of this.
It shouldn't be found here.
I'll be downstairs, yeah?
Can you come in a minute?
I need some help.
- You're not fully dressed. I can't
- For God's sake, just get in here.
What difference does it make?
I'll be dead in an hour.
It'll be a longer journey
from here but
it will make the timings
work out right.
Thanks for your help.
Don't be sad, OK?
I believe in what I'm doing.
You will sit at God's right hand.
That's not why I'm doing it.
Nasima, don't.
Don't.
I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking, "We didn't do these
things, we didn't pass these laws.
"Why are you blowing up our families?
"Killing our innocent
women and children?"
You are not innocent, OK?
You are not innocent.
While you keep
electing this Government,
while you sit on your hands
and do nothing while they pass
these laws
that you know are wrong,
while you look away as they
butcher innocent Muslims in Iraq,
Afghanistan, Palestine and Lebanon,
and you do nothing
You are not innocent.
And you will continue
to be our target
till the last drop of our blood,
so help me God.