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Urgent telephone call

from Downing Street, Mr. Mace.

Ah.

National emergency.

National emergency!

Mr. Pearce, lay down.

No, no, no.

Just let me take this in.

Tom Quinn shot the chief of the defense staff,

then shot Harry Pearce to escape?

You know this is our chance.

Then take it.

Call an air ambulance to London.

I am as near as I can get

to the scene of the assassination

of the chief of the defense staff,

Air Chief Marshal Sir John Stone.

Do you wanna pull over, Danny?

It is complete pandemonium

down here. - I'm okay.

There are police

and emergency services everywhere.

Oh god, this is going too fast!

We have got to get back to London!

I do have the Prime Minister's backing,

I can rely on that absolutely?

Absolutely.

Right. I'm going to move very fast.

In connection with the shooting.

He's described as white, tall, dark hair-

- They're describing Tom. - Around 30 years of age.

He is armed and dangerous.

Anyway, Tom's dead.

No! We don't know that!

Stop the car, Danny!

There's speculation

that the suspect drowned on the Suffolk coast

while trying to escape.

Police have cordoned off all nearby beaches.

Who's given you authority to...

Would you get your hands off my files.

Ruth?

You and Danny had better get back her.

Hey, hey, hey!

Special Branch plods are turning the place over.

What? On whose authority?

They say the Joint Intelligence Committee

have launched an investigation,

but can the JIC do that so fast?

Ruth, tell Harry.

You do realize you just-

No, don't take that with you.

- Ruth? - Oh, no.

What?

The chairman of the JIC just walked in.

Listen, Doghouse now!

No more phone calls, please.

Danny, doghouse, we've go to go!

I'm launching an investigation

sanctioned by Downing Street,

so you are all suspended.

This is going to be something of a blood bath.

Thank you.

Gentlemen.

I aim to finish the investigation at MI5

in the next few days.

The whole culture at Thames House is rotten,

so we are cleaning the stables.

What about Harry Pearce?

Harry will retire on medical grounds.

The rest of his department will be dismissed, or,

if evidence is there, prosecuted.

Are you sure this is in the interests

of national security?

Absolutely.

So could I have a vote to authorize the investigation?

Which is nearly over.

Did the prime minister personally order this?

He is fully informed.

Not the same thing.

Hugo, I know you're an old pal of Harry Pearce,

so I take your judgment to be clouded.

Oh!

Clouded, am I?

Anyone against?

Then I proceed.

So did we all shake our tails?

They have three on me.

I had to do the taxi trick.

I biked all over.

The chairman of the JIC is stumping around Thames House

looking through all our files,

down to old apple cores in our desks,

and we've got to sneak off here just to talk?

I mean, what the hell is going on?

What's Oliver Mace doing?

Maybe he thinks you all helped Tom.

That's really stupid, Sam.

Maybe not stupid.

Maybe that's what this is about.

What do do we know about Oliver Mace?

Has he ever done any real spying?

MI6 before he crossed over to join chair the JIC.

Reputation as a desk spook.

Oh, no! The worst!

I also heard he's got a hidden past as quizmaster,

Northern Ireland.

I heard worse, that he steps over the line.

When he was in Kosovo, three Serb agents died in detention.

Now, he's a very dangerous man.

He's treating us like traitors,

suspending us, having us followed.

I smell the stench of deep politics.

The question is: What do we do about him?

Tail him, get some dirt on him.

He's untouchable.

We'd never get near him.

Then we'll take his big stick away.

What do you mean?

Prove Tom was innocent.

Yeah, but he wasn't.

I mean, God forgive me, but he wasn't.

I mean, he's accused of murder, treason.

He shot Harry trying to get away!

We don't know why he shot Harry, not really.

I think we speak to Christine Dale,

maybe Tom talked to her.

Hey, hey, can you spare some change?

Will you give a guy- - Would you please go away.

Will you give me some change

for a cup of tea or- - Look, just-

- Look. Come on, man. - I just want

a wee bit of change- - Please go away.

Sam, you've got a tracking device on you.

Get rid and get out now!

And I bet there's one on your bike as well.

- Oh! - Please be on your way.

Sorry, I'm so sorry!

Sam, Sam, you have to check your bike.

Sam, have you got it?

- I've got it! I've got it! - Go, go, go!

- Everyone move! Go! - Quick, quick, quick.

Go.

Who the hell was that?

Guardian angel?

Not here. Repeat, not here.

Device found.

Hey, boys! Hey.

Give us a wee bit of change for a cup of tea.

Go on, go on.

Can I help you?

We want to see Christine Dale.

She's not available at this time.

And you are?

A friend of the family.

CIA.

Top vintage.

Why are they leaning on her?

Well, she slept with our traitor.

Don't call Tom that.

God, I can't bear it!

Oliver Mace wants to see me.

Once more, have you seen Tom Quinn?

Again and again,

I'm loyal to the United States of America, so, no,

I did not help Tom Quinn.

No.

No!

No, no, no!

No! I didn't!

I never helped Tom Quinn!

So why does your computer reveal so many visits

to sites selling illegal arms?

Monitoring those sites is part of my job!

Should I tell you what I think, Miss Reynolds?

What?

You procured this gun for Tom Quinn.

How dare you accuse me!

A little career advice.

Let the waters close over your time in this service.

Okay, that's it!

What's behind this investigation?

Just what is the chair of the JIC doing down here

getting his hands dirty with the likes of us?

What are you doing?

Well, this is jolly.

Mr. Hunter, I'm reminded to have you arrested.

For what?

Oh, the Official Secrets Act

is a whole supermarket of offenses.

You have some kind of hidden agenda here.

If there is to be an agenda, it will be mine.

Oliver, we speak now,

or must I embarrass you before junior personnel?

The JIC will be recalled

so that I can defend this department.

There's a serious threat

to national security here.

I can't keep to niceties.

I like the niceties, they protect us from tyranny.

The moral high ground

is a bit of a sandbank for you, Harry.

The tide is coming in.

This department is still independent.

This department is rotten to the core!

If you want to prove that,

you'll have to do it by the book.

The JIC will meet again first thing in the morning.

I'll see you there, Oliver.

Hope you're feeling up to it.

What's going on, Harry?

Yes, at the station, there was this tramp.

Harry.

Yes, Ruth.

Adam, you come most presently upon your hour.

Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to your vagrant.

All right?

How are you doing?

This is Adam Carter.

I've bulldozed a few rules and seconded Adam from 6

to help us sort out this mess.

Yeah.

Well, we've got a hell of a situation here,

but there's a way to get the gremlins off our backs.

Oh, yeah?

What's that?

We prove Tom Quinn was innocent.

Yes!

Now, I'm sorry about this,

but looks like we're in for an all-nighter.

We need a heap of sandwiches, coffee, tea.

I'll get that.

Thanks, Sam.

Not still bugged, are you?

What?

Oh, no!

He wasn't innocent, though, was he?

Zoe.

Until we really know,

let's assume Tom was the man you knew.

We're going round and round in circles.

He shot Harry!

Yeah, but he was facing arrest for treason

with zero chance of proving his innocence.

He had to escape.

I mean, if it had been me,

I'd have pulled the trigger.

What about you, Harry?

If you'd been in Tom's position,

would you have shot you?

I don't want him to be guilty.

All right, let's take a break.

I shouldn't be talking to you.

Are the spooks too spooked to talk to each other?

Strange days, Harry.

You sure you ought to be out of hospital?

Do shut up, Hugo,

and just tell me what's going on.

There's a conspiracy

in the darker corners of government.

Oh, my prophetic soul.

They want to establish a unified,

single-track intelligence, hmm,

in a melded command structure.

That's Whitehall-speak for taking political control

of the intelligence services.

They want to run you, me,

MI6 from Downing Street

with a political head sitting in cabinet.

I've seen this coming.

The nightmare of a Ministry of State Security,

our very own KGB.

They also want to give

members of the security services the power to arrest people.

Why all this now?

They fear what's coming in the gulf,

Al-Qaeda's final push to take over Saudi Arabia.

And we all know what that means:

terrible onslaught of terrorism in the West.

And to counter it,

they want a secret service

that does exactly what the government wants

and gives the public positive intelligence.

Even if there isn't any.

Does the Prime Minister know about this?

The PM?

Bends his ear to anyone who whispers, "Modernization.,"

What are we going to do?

We?

I'm sorry, Harry.

I'm gonna let go, take retirement,

let them have their new world order.

I can't do that, Hugo.

You'll not stop these people, Harry.

They'll crucify you.

A crucifixion it is, then.

Harry.

Tom?

Are you all right?

Well, you perforated my shoulder

and damn near got my lung.

Apart from that, things are hunky-dory.

Couldn't let you bring me in.

Meet me.

No, I can't.

Why not?

Because I don't think you believe me, Harry.

I don't think you trust me.

Now, why would that be?

Could it be to do with the memory

of you holding a shotgun in my face?

I'm innocent, Harry.

I didn't assassinate Sir John Stone.

Well, you'd better be innocent for all our sakes.

What do you mean for all our sakes?

There are conspirators.

And your treachery is the perfect excuse they have

for destroying the service as we know it.

Tom?

I'll get you proof.

How?

I've got a way.

You are a dead man in the North Sea,

and will remain so until you prove otherwise.

Our Lady of the Sorrows,

forgive me for what I have done,

but my daughter loved you.

A man destroyed her,

now I have destroyed him.

Do you understand?

Joyce!

Joyce!

Hey, Tom.

Nice moves.

Shut up.

You're a bright fella knowing I'd come here.

So, what are you gonna do?

Take me in?

Yeah, that's the idea.

You remember my CV, who I am?

I spent a year in Lubyanka,

a prisoner of the KGB.

Do you think English gents in MI5

are gonna get me to confess

with a few sleepless nights

and psychological games?

Hell!

They'd have to burn my genitals off with red-hot metal.

And even then, I probably won't tell 'em how I set you up.

Get up.

Get up!

No.

I won't let you win

and I won't let you destroy me.

Look at yourself.

Get up or I'll kill you,

so help me, God.

God won't help you, Tom Quinn,

whatever you do.

I'm gonna send you straight down to hell.

Well, why don't you tell me what it's like?

Aren't you there already?

Hated by old friends,

hunted by your country.

When they pick you up,

what will they give you?

30 years?

You are gonna do exactly what I say.

No.

Now my daughter's lying in an asylum,

with her mind gone for ever.

I want you to go mad, too, Tom.

It can't be.

Danny, it can't be.

It is.

- Herman Joyce, the man Tom said set him up.

He's meant to have died five years ago.

More like five minutes ago.

This is the reason that nobody believed Tom.

Bit of a turnaround.

Is it the calling card of a drowned man?

Take him down to the medical room.

I'll ring the duty doctor.

Yes, sir.

The funeral of Herman Joyce,

hero of the CIA,

killed in a car crash 17th August 1999.

Official video from the Library of Congress.

I wish Tom was still here.

Well, he's not.

Right shoulder, arms.

Oh, well, there's the widow who survived the car crash.

Hold it there.

Carmen Joyce, ex-CIA field operative,

mourning for her husband.

Only it's not Herman in the coffin, is it?

One hell of a thing to fix.

Fake car crash, another body,

tricking the CIA into a hero's funeral.

The wife must have been in on it all the way.

They planned everything

that happened to Tom together.

Harry, Oliver Mace is on his way up.

Oh.

A fearsome hour to be awake, Harry.

Until this is resolved,

no one sleeps except the dead.

We are now in an entirely different kind of situation.

Quinn could have been working with Joyce anyway.

You would have needed a confession.

In its absence, this investigation continues.

The body proves we-

It proves nothing!

You're not acting in the interests of this service.

In this matter, I am the interests of this service.

You want to reduce 5 to a firm of decorators,

only to be wheeled out when you want a whitewash.

You're on very dangerous ground, Harry.

What's Adam Carter doing here?

I've drafted him in.

Carter's a loose canon.

You know his reputation.

Brilliant!

Carter won't help stop the change

that's coming to this building.

I'm going to remove any cause

for you to wreck this service.

I'm going to prove Tom Quinn innocent.

This is too big a game for you to win, Harry.

We shall see.

Do we really have to meet like this, Oliver?

We are taking on spies.

Old schoolboys putting bugs in people's trousers?

Dinosaurs!

All right, you wanted this.

What's so urgent?

Herman Joyce's body was delivered

to Thames House at midnight.

There's no doubt it's the man Tom Quinn

claimed set him up?

No doubt.

It raises the possibility that Tom Quinn was innocent.

Have they hard evidence, a confession, a tape?

No.

But the truth-

Truth is the intelligence services in this country

are not giving the government what it wants:

clear, unambiguous statements.

Raw intelligence is murky, never clear.

Time to dump the old-fashioned spy.

The government needs a service which will tell them

and the public who enemies of the state are.

And may arrest them at will?

Some fear- - Can we rely on you, Oliver?

Or have you still got

some of that old fuddy-duddy thinking?

Your mind gone soft

driving around in cars like this?

No, no. I'm fine.

I'll press on with the investigation.

Do that.

It's your head on the block over this.

There are no phone records,

emails back to us.

I'm quite good at the spy game too!

I think I'll call in a favor with the CIA,

get them to let me talk to their bad girl.

I- if Joyce was alive,

that, that would mean that, that Tom,

Tom was telling the truth.

Oh, dear God.

Tom is a traitor.

We must know what he and his friends are up to.

He won't meet me.

Christine, meet me, lunchtime tomorrow,

the old place.

Please, for me.

I won't meet him!

I won't!

You will

or I will give your masters a very hostile report.

You will be interrogated for months.

Hmm?

Oh!

Oh.

Okay.

Ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh.

You know my reputation, don't you, Christine?

Hmm?

I don't let people not do what I want them to do.

So choose.

They say that in American prisons,

traitors have a worse time than pedophiles.

Zoe.

Bastard, Tom!

Zoe, Zoe, Zoe.

You're really stinky.

Oh, I know.

It's the, uh, smell of the outside.

How could you do this to us, Tom?

Come on, please.

Tom.

Not dead, I see.

No, not dead.

I feel pretty dead inside,

but we don't wanna go there, do we?

Do you have any idea what we've been through

because of you?

Oh, look, Danny, I'm drained.

You wanna fight me, you win.

Danny, just...

Okay.

Okay.

Do you want a shower?

No. No, I need the dirt.

What happened to Herman Joyce?

Well, you see,

no matter how brilliant Joyce was,

he had to have a fatal flaw.

And it hit me, what was Herman Joyce's greatest virtue?

Family love for his daughter.

And Lisa was a devout Catholic,

she had a favorite church,

so I staked it out.

And I staked my life on her father

making one last sentimental journey

before he disappeared again

into his faked grave,

and he did.

Did you kill him, Tom?

Well, we'd never get a confession out of him,

just more lies.

So, what, the body was the best you could do?

Sort of, yeah.

Grotesque.

And that wasn't enough, either,

'cause while you've been playing king of the beggars,

Oliver Mace has been all over us.

He wants to sack us, Tom,

and wreck the service.

And you are the ammunition.

The body hasn't stopped this.

We've gotta have 100% proof that you're innocent.

Who else knows about Joyce's death?

I mean, his real death.

No one.

5 are holding the body at the mortuary in Croydon.

So nobody's told her.

Who?

His wife.

Joyce's phone.

They text each other.

I've analyzed the circuits in Joyce's phone.

He had a coding device for sending texts.

Very nutty.

We use the mobile to text the wife, you know,

a message that seems to have come from Joyce,

something to get her to come to London at once.

And then what?

We pick her up? - Yep.

We squeeze the whole story out of her,

the whole plot against Tom,

on the record, cut and dried.

Wham, bam, thank you very much.

So we lure a United States citizen to this country

and force a confession out of her?

That is a totally illegal, madcap scheme.

I like it.

Great idea, Adam.

It's not mine, it's Tom's.

We'll tail her from the airport.

She's ex-CIA.

She'll spot a tail.

So we go to the movies,

use CCTV all the way,

wait till she gets to the hotel, then lift her.

Will she come?

I've got a feeling Carmen Joyce is like her old man.

In what way?

She's addicted to danger.

Hey.

What do you want, Tom?

I was set up,

and I'm on my way to prove it.

Great.

So you think you can just reappear in my life?

Oh, my life, your life...

Maybe there's a lottery committee

somewhere underground throwing dice,

deciding who I'm gonna be day by day:

spy, tramp, traitor, hero.

How about this for a 14-million-to-one?

Dead man died yesterday, 5 have the body.

Herman Joyce.

You know?

Yah, someone told me.

Who? CIA?

Yeah.

Do you know if they've told his wife?

That's what you want from me, is it?

Yeah, that and...

That and what?

To make up?

I need to know about Carmen Joyce.

Why?

5 are planning to get her to London and lift her.

When?

She's already left.

This will only work if she thinks Herman Joyce

is still alive.

I'll see what I can find out.

Okay. Contact Danny or Zoe.

And once you get her to London,

where are they planning to lift her?

I need some details to help you.

Are you...

What? Wearing a wire?

You're losing it, Tom.

Portman Hotel, Westminster.

And we can get through this, Christine.

We can be together again.

If that's what you want

and you wash.

No, it's against my new religion.

Hey, I love you.

Oh, I love you too, Tom Quinn.

Now, she arrived at Gatwick on schedule,

then disappeared for a while.

She did the monorail from the North Terminal.

She did the classic U-turn

and went through the Gatwick Express,

but we had it covered.

The last one off.

CCTV, wherever they go, wherever they are.

Then she got a cab.

She should be here in a couple of minutes.

Okay. She's coming here.

Let's go get her.

So the plan is?

She takes into her room and I pay her a visit.

She's getting out the cab early

at Parliament Square.

She should be about 100 yards from the hotel.

I have a reservation in the name of Hall.

The mark is in.

Repeat, the mark is in.

Yeah, we see her.

Alpha One,

Alpha One, there are goons everywhere.

I repeat, goons everywhere.

Oh, shit.

Looks like they're moving in on her.

I bet you they're Oliver Mace's men.

The bastard's trying to snatch her

so we can't question her.

We mustn't let them lift her.

We've got to distract them.

Zoe, flirt now!

Hey! Dennis!

- Sorry? - It's, it's Louise!

Do I know you?

- I met you at- - Oi! Oi!

- I, uh, met you at, um- - Oi!

You son of...

What are you up to?

I, I can do anything I want.

Yeah, you do, don't you, with anyone-

Hey, hey, hey!

I don't know you any more, you bastard!

She gone out of the front entrance.

Track her. Someone track her!

She's gone.

- Got away? - Yeah.

Wait.

Harry-

You ordered Special Branch

to interfere with an operation

being run by my officers.

The woman is to be delivered to Immigration at once.

Oh, dear, we've lost her.

Oops.

She just texted Joyce's mobile.

I decoded it.

What does it say?

"Meet at the safe house."

They've got a safe house all of their own?

Where? - She's in one of our cabs.

What cabs?

We had a spook taxi outside the hotel,

Carmen hired it.

Spook taxi?

I, I, I've been recruiting taxi drivers.

It, it's cheaper than having our own cars.

Should I have cleared that with-

No, no, initiative.

Uh, the driver texted me.

They, they're on the way

to something called the New Concorde in Peckham.

This could be a hornets' nest.

Full back-up now!

There's an emergency.

Don't worry. It'll be fine.

Just come with us.

The walls are all crumbling.

Victorian.

What a hell hole.

Joyce chose it. Perfect cover.

Great. Right room.

What's she doing?

Uh, I'm sending in Special Forces.

If we have a shoot-out,

we could lose her.

Let me go in alone.

It's Tom. Buzz him.

Harry.

Face to face.

Certain of the situation, are you?

Yeah, I hope so.

Adam Carter.

I've been brought in as a kind of fire engine round here.

Right.

Carmen's gonna run.

We're gonna snatch her.

My guess is she won't be taken.

She's looking at the rest of her life in an American jail.

Let me go in, let me talk to her.

She's armed. We can't expose you.

Harry, wheel's turning.

Wheel?

Lottery wheel. This is our chance!

We need her story to clear me!

I should do it.

Who the hell do you think you are?

Actually, mate,

I'm an officer who didn't get suckered

by an American con artist.

That's it!

This must be down to me.

- She'll kill him. - I'll go with a legend.

You know she'd spot you in seconds.

- You'll be dead. - Harry, it's my right

to do this! - You're involved, mate,

you'll blow it. - All right, Adam, it's you.

Come on, Harry, come on!

I've given an order.

I'm going in.

You're not!

You've got my life.

It's not about your life, is it?

Don't worry.

What's happened?

Music stopped.

Collin, get that music back on now!

XO Two, there was music on.

Reinstate at one.

Mrs Joyce, your husband sent me.

Who are you?

My name's Ted Baxter, landlord.

Come in.

- Hi, I- - Shut up!

This is a bit unnecessary.

I'm just a messenger boy.

No, you're not.

I recognize you.

You were in the hotel bawling at your girlfriend.

All right, but I do have a message.

Then deliver it.

Your husband's dead.

What does he think he's doing?

This is Blue Reader.

Stand by, Special Forces.

No, no, no, no, wait.

It's good. That's what I'd have said.

You know what I am, don't you?

Yes.

I think you'd better review your options, don't you?

Okay.

Get up!

Sit on your hands.

You're all over the place, I suppose.

Oh, yeah.

This room's,

well, it's the last bit of freedom you're ever gonna have.

Last bit of freedom you'll have too.

Maybe.

How did Herman die?

He was spotted coming out of a church in the city.

It was a shoot-out.

- What? - Dazzling liar.

Did he take many of you with him?

Tell her he killed three, four.

Five.

Good for Herman.

Now there's nothing left to do.

You achieved a lot, though.

Setting up Tom was a great scam.

More.

It had elegance.

Are you getting all this, Danny?

Don't worry.

It's running to two tapes and a digi disc.

Are we bugged?

Of course.

And you're asking me to confess?

Yeah.

Praise her.

It was a masterpiece.

How long did it take you to set up?

From when our daughter Lisa

went to pieces ten years ago

because of Tom Quinn.

That's why you wanted revenge on Tom?

He got a hold of her.

She couldn't stand the pressure.

She broke down.

She's still in a facility in Maine,

doped most of the time,

when she isn't screaming.

Herman wanted to kill himself at first, you know?

He'd cry in my arms like a baby.

But you got him through that.

I wasn't going to lose him too.

The first task was to fake Herman's death.

- You staged the- - It was like a movie set.

Who was in the coffin?

Oh,

street person,

a nothing.

What did you tell Lisa?

I want her taken care of,

whatever happens in this room!

- Absolutely. - You tell the company that!

We will, we will.

How did you set up an operation like that?

It was financed out of Damascus.

Fun town.

Who was paying?

Iraqi Ba'athists.

They wanted a big assassination in England,

and we saw the chance to finger Tom Quinn

as the killer.

She said it!

We're saved.

To step up the patriotic English spy

as an assassin. - Yes.

We all misjudged you so much.

- Herman was a loner. - I'm so very sorry.

It's like it's stopped raining in my head.

Husband-and-wife team,

no friends in the world.

Something like that.

I know what it's like, my wife's in MI6.

It can be

so intimate.

Like you're locked in a room together, forever.

Oh, you're good, aren't you?

Very good.

Not as good as Herman was.

What's happened to Tom Quinn?

He drowned himself.

Tom Quinn is dead?

Body turned up in a trawler's net this morning.

Oh, I really want to believe that.

But I can't tell if you're lying or not.

What was it turned you and Herman?

You mean to the dark forces?

It was more than Lisa's breakdown, wasn't it?

Where's he going with this?

Why doesn't he just get out of there?

Harry, she's not holding the gun.

Send in the heavies before he gets himself killed.

No way, I know what he's trying to do.

I was under cover in Russia fighting communism,

and this is the victory of democracy?

You should have been in our team.

It's a thin line.

Quinn is dead?

Dogfish ate half his face away.

Apparently there's a lot of dogfish in the North Sea.

This guy.

Softly.

Softly lie her down, softly.

What's going on?

Tom, we can't do this!

No, I can't allow it.

What, save the service?

You want Oliver Mace to get to her

and make her change her story?

Your op was a total success.

But I'm about to be taken in the field.

You know what they say about that.

Never be taken.

Move your hand.

Go on, bitch, do it!

Cul-de-sac.

And the cops are all at the open end.

That's it.

No fire escape hanging down.

No leap to the roof across the street.

- No. - No rescue,

no door. - But there's a door.

Isn't there, Carmen?

Yes.

Go through that and the cops will never get you.

No.

A kind of act of mercy

to yourself.

What's your real name?

Adam Carter.

And how good are your reflexes?

I could stop you doing it.

But you won't.

Salut, Adam.

You know, I thought everything

would look completely different,

but it doesn't.

Tom, send a signal to the US Ambassador.

Tell him we have the bodies of two American citizens.

Does he want them back?

No need to be polite.

Yes, Harry.

I, uh, I couldn't have got it out of Carmen Joyce.

Harry was right to let you do it.

Maybe.

Tom, how did Oliver Mace know we'd lured her to London?

Tom.

Did you think you were meeting Oliver Mace?

Miss Dale, pleased to meet you.

This is Adam Carter.

We're sort of doing the same job at the moment.

Really?

You wore a wire when we met.

Why?

I was frightened.

Sorry. - Sorry?

That's enough, is it?

I resigned.

Nah.

Come on, no one resigns from what we do.

I do.

No, this job is in us, it's second nature.

Come on.

I'm out of your world now.

None of you can touch me ever again.

It nearly d- destroyed me.

It is destroying you.

No, I'm fine,

dandy, cock-a-hoop.

Goodbye, Tom.

So where is this restaurant, then?

South of the river, very secret.

Secret or not, I need a drink.

It's good to have you back, Tom.

Yeah, it is good.

We lie about people a lot.

What's really frightening is when someone lies about you.

Yeah, but the trick is not to care.

No, I don't.

Nah, it went wrong when you let Harry Pearce

walk out of hospital.

What could I have done, broken his legs?

You've done worse.

Don't be impertinent.

Impertinent?

I've been cut out of the loop cos of this.

The loop?

Oh, dear.

Now, don't worry,

you're going down with me.

Am I?

Ah, Harry, good to see you.

Do you know Jason Belling?

Only from certain tape recordings.

Forgive us, Mr. Belling, spook humor.

Convivial though this is, sadly,

Mr. Belling is not a member of this club,

nor is he my guest.

Is he yours?

No.

So I think you'd better leave.

You went over to them.

Yes.

Damn near landed us with a Ministry of Security

running a secret police.

I was perhaps somewhat blinded by ambition.

Somewhat blinded?

You can't force my resignation, you know?

This is only a one-all draw.

James, same again for Mr. Mace.

And I'll have a large usual, not on my tab.

Thank you, Mr. Pearce.