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Excuse me, have you got any change?

It's not taking notes.

Hang on.

No, nearly.

Not quite.

That'll do.

Oh, no, no, no.

Hang on.

I've got some more somewhere.

Don't worry.

No, no, here we are.

Excuse me!

Hello?

Excuse me, your change.

Harry?

There's nothing on it.

Are you sure?

It has the feel of a classic drop.

That's trouble with spies,

always looking for meaning and everything.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Are you certain?

It's silly.

I know, it's just a stranger,

but I just can't quite get
the image outta my mind.

It all happened so quickly and...

God.

Sorry.

Sweet tea.

That's what you need.

There was something in his manner.

Tea bags?

Second shelf down.

His face was...

Gosh, how could I describe it?

It was like he was trying
to tell me something.

Well, he was about to kill himself.

I'm not sure how much you
could read from his face.

I know.

And your imagination,

especially after a shock
like that, could play tricks.

Mm.

Promise me you'll
take the morning off.

How very English.

Sweet tea.

Yes?

Yes.

I've got to go.

Late already.

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Harry.

Well, I expect the Home
Secretary will want

this to be handled discreetly.

Do we know any more?

Formal ID hasn't been done, so...

Informally?

Yes, it's him.

Oh, Christ!

Still think it's a
depressive coincidence?

See you're doing what you
were told, taking it easy.

Asked around, Harry.

It's Mik Maudsley, head of
security for Southeast Prisons.

Wife, family, everything to live for,

nothing to suggest he was
depressed or suicidal.

Oh, apart from this.

He was at Cotterdam the night of the fire.

Cotterdam?

Yeah, it seems so,

but no mention of it in
the Special Branch report.

Thought that wasn't due
out until later today.

Well, I managed to get a sneak preview.

It's a coverup, Harry.

It's 360 pages of fiction.

It concludes the fire was an accident.

Cotterdam an accident?

Exactly.

And Maudsley's suicide on
the day the report comes out,

it can't be a coincidence.

What would be gained

by Special Branch concealing the truth?

It depends what the truth is.

Now, moving on to item...

Harry, good of you to join us

Before we start a
question for you, Oliver.

What happened at Cotterdam?

Cotterdam?

And before you point me in the direction

of the Special Branch
report, I have a copy.

I read it already.

It's not even published yet.

Just as well as it tells me nothing.

An accident?

Accidents do happen.

Yes, but accidents inside secure units

that kill seven of the
country's most wanted men?

It's a whitewash, Oliver.

And I, for one, would like

to know why the truth is being buried.

There's no burial of anything.

That is a serious accusation, Harry.

Maudsley.

What?

Mik Maudsley.

Is that name supposed
to mean something to me?

Yes, it's the name of the man

who was the head of security
for Southeast Prisons.

The same man who threw himself
under a train this morning.

Well, that is unfortunate.

I'll say.

I'm sorry you have so little
faith in your colleagues.

No one wants this
dragged through the press.

So Special Branch were told
to lance the boil at source.

Anyone else support Mr.
Pearce's vote of no confidence?

I thought not.

Shame.

Well then, gentlemen, shall we move on?

Page four.

Harry. Harry. Harry.

You're normally the first

to stick your neck out
over this sort of thing.

And I do. I have.

But not this time, it seems

I choose my battles.

That's the difference.

If we start saying
what we're told to say,

we become an instrument of the state.

A puppet force.

Look at Hutton.

But Cotterdam, Harry.

Cotterdam is unimportant.

Seven terror suspects died.

Whether it was an accident
or not, it was seven lives.

And the intelligence lost?

We pick ourselves up and we go on.

But my advice?

Save your energy for other
terrors on the horizon.

Adam, Cotterdam prison.

I want to go back over
everything concerning the fire.

I thought Special Branch
were taking care of it.

So did I.

It appears they've done nothing more

than write what they were told to.

I think those terrorists were murdered

and someone's protecting their killers.

Could be sleepwalking into vigilantism.

Get everyone assembled.

Ruth, you told anyone what
you witnessed this morning?

No.

Or logged a report as I asked?

Not yet.

Good.

What do you mean, good? I thought you-

Anything back on the 10-pound note?

Malcolm's still looking at it. Why?

Let's just call it an
uncomfortable feeling.

Do nothing.

Cotterdam Prison.

This was filmed two weeks ago

when a fire all but
destroyed the building.

Now, all 240 inmates were
evacuated except seven.

These seven died in the fire.

All were members of the
extremist group Acts of Truth

and were planning an attack.

Some examples of
their previous handiwork

Bombs without
warnings, maximum fatalities.

Which, of course, we were
keen to avoid on UK soil.

But the fire intervened

and all our intelligence
died with those men.

Now, Special Branch have
completed their investigation,

but their report reads like
a thinly-disguised coverup.

Someone knows why these
men lost their lives

and hasn't come clean.

And then there is Maudsley.

Mik Maudsley, head of
security for Southeast Prisons.

Now, he was in Cotterdam
the night of the fire

and threw himself in front
of a train this morning.

If these seven men were murdered,

Maudsley may be the only
man who knew by who.

We need to find out
who visited the prison

on the day of the fire.

But their computer firewall
means we can't hack in.

We have to do this one on site.

Ros, I'd like you to go in
and, Zaf, back her up please.

Our presence in Cotterdam
though is extremely sensitive.

You'll need to be careful.

So you agree with me
now? About the drop?

No, I'm undecided either way.

I mean, if there was a drop
and it was targeted at you,

I don't want to leave an official trail

until we know what it was.

Okay.

But even Adam?

You can tell Adam.

Well, I don't have to.

It's up to you.

I'm not saying you should keep things

from other members of the team,

I'm just saying...

Don't tell anyone.

Yes.

I mean no.

Not until we know what it is.

- Exactly.
- Right.

Ruth?

Maudsley was being paid by someone.

Six months ago, he was bankrupt

and since then he's had
all his debts paid off.

He died with a healthy bank balance.

No mention of it in the
Special Branch report either.

No.

Sorry. Am I...

- No.
- No.

Hi.

Ah.

Nothing on it. Sorry.

Are you sure?

I've scoured it.

Put it through a scanner.

It's nothing at all.

It's just an ordinary tenner.

There's no other tests you can run?

Well, I could blow it up if you like,

set light to it.

No, it's okay. Thanks.

I still don't understand

how it links to our investigation.

Just routine.

Oh, okay.

I need another favor from you actually.

Have you still got your
contact at the mortuary?

What were you trying to tell me?

I must not have noticed.

Angela Webster from the
prison IT inspectorate,

and my assistant, Steven Barn.

We here to do a spot
check of your IT systems.

There's nothing in the book.

Well, that would be
because we don't actually

make appointments for spot inspections.

But I think you'll find
Steven here did ring ahead

to tell you that we'd be
in the area this week.

Actually, sorry, I might not have.

Oh, for God's sake, Steven.

Can you just call the
governor's office please

and let's get this thing cleared up.

Hello, governor's office.

I've got a Ms. Webster here.

Apparently she's from the IT inspectorate.

Oh God, not now.

All right, have her sent up

but keep her sweet.

Sorry.

If you could place all mobile
telephones, camera equipment,

and bags in the chute here please.

Thank you.

We just wanna make sure
that you've backed up

all your records for the last five years.

Of course.

We back up the information store

and all the network
drives daily on the debts.

And you can see in the job monitor here

that there's alerts set
up if anything goes wrong.

I mean, tapes are kept off site

and rotated on a weekly basis.

Angela? Angela, are you are right?

Asthma.

You okay?

Is there anything I can do?

My inhaler's in my bag.

She needs her bag.

Can you get it?

It's at security.

Well, I shouldn't-

Yeah, look, I need to stay
with her. Are you all right?

Okay.

Breathe slowly.

Okay, Jo, he's gone.

The tracker's in my bag.

Let us know when it's on the move.

Will do.

Wow, level of paranoia these days.

He's locked it.

We need a code.

It's the same system
as the civil service.

Okay. Put in CR and
then three asterisks.

Yeah, how many two letter
combinations are there?

HM, try that.

DA.

What was that?

Governor's initials.

Okay.

Day of the fire, bingo.

Records are kept by the hour,

so we're gonna have to do this in stages.

Malcolm, sending over 6:00 AM 'til 7:00.

Yeah, it's coming through.

The IT inspector's bag, please.

The tracker's on the move.

He's on his way back.

I'll just keep sending them.

Jo, where is he now?

He's on the stairs two floors away

How fine are we cutting this?

'Til we find something.

He's 10 feet away.

Only two more files to download.

He's outside.

Here you are.

Is she okay then?

I'm fine.

Yeah, just too many fags last night.

Thanks.

We're gonna get some air.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Thanks. Thanks very much.

Thank you.

Adam, I think you should see this.

Visitor's logbook from the
day of the fire at Cotterdam.

All the names check out,
apart from this one,

Clee, an electrical contractor.

CCTV still of entering the prison.

Now, we couldn't find any record of him.

So we cross-referenced this
photo with our systems.

Sure enough, Clee doesn't exist,

But Zakir Abdul does.

He's a known associate of Acts of Truth.

He's been on our radar for years.

Shit. You know what this means?

Acts of Truth bribe
Maudsley into letting Abdul

into the prison.

It's no wonder he killed himself.

They started the fire
and killed their own men

rather than us interrogate them.

Where's Abdul now?

A warehouse in King's Cross.

Jo, let's go.

Malcolm, get special
ops and meet us there.

Mr. Abdul, this is the
British security services.

Please put your hands
where we can see them.

Zakir Abdul, you are
surrounded by armed officers.

Put your hands where we can see them.

Abdul!

I know you're gonna say I'm crazy,

and I don't know, maybe I am,

but I just don't think
any of it makes sense.

Listen, you can relax.

Maudsley was the man on the inside.

Forensics have found DNA evidence

which proves he visited
Zakir Abdul at the warehouse,

but there was no drop.

You were just in the wrong
place at the wrong time, yes?

I don't want you to get fixated on this.

Fixated?

Well, no, not fixated.

Sorry, that's the wrong word.

But I'm worried about you.

I'm fine.

You look exhausted.

Oh, Harry...

Let me give you a lift home.

No, I'm gonna go on the tube.

Don't be such a stubborn old mule.

Mule?

Well, I don't mean mule.

It's a phrase.

God, those two.

One minute, it's off,

the next, it's all on again.

I hadn't noticed.

This tracker should tell us.

If it's straight home
for Ruth then maybe not,

but if it's out for a Chinese

or a curry, then maybe.

I'm really not interested.

Come on. There's not
much else to smile about.

Ask Zaf, he's running a book.

Okay.

See you in the morning, Harry.

Thank you.

Bye, Ruth.

Bye.

No date then.

I thought you said you were going home.

Maudsley's House.

What the hell are you up to, Ruth?

Ros?

Zaf, meet me at Mik Maudsley's house.

Come on.

Phone Harry.

You must be joking.

She's his rose-tinted blind spot.

Adam then.

Sure, when we've found
out what she's doing here.

Look, I don't like spying on Ruth.

So don't.

What gun was Abdul shot with?

It was a Chinese Type 67.

Bit unusual.

Very. Made Malcolm's day

Like this one?

You're jumping to conclusions,

What conclusions?

I've said nothing.

But what was she doing
here at Maudsley's house?

And if this is part of
the team's operation,

how come we don't know anything about it?

Hi.

Hello.

Just the apple please.

Sorry, I've only got a tenner.

Thanks.

Okay?

Thanks very much.

- Ruth?
- Oh my God.

What the hell is going on?

Oh God, it's you.

Why are you acting alone?

I will tell you,

but let's get back to Thames House.

I'll tell you there.

Come on.

Is there a problem?

Yes, Ruth. I think there is.

What's going on?

We need to talk to you, Ruth.

Do I need to sit down, Harry?

It's going to be all right, Ruth.

Let's go into Harry's office.

No, no, whatever it is,
let's just do it here.

Are you sure?

Yes.

What were you doing at Maudsley's house?

Nothing.

I mean, I was-

You don't deny you went there?

No.

Authorized?

No.

Luckily you were reported.

At the Maudsley house,

a Chinese Type 67 was found,

the same one that killed Mr. Abdul.

Do you know anything about it?

No.

Of course she doesn't.

This is insane.

As you know, Maudsley
was under suspicion

of colluding with terrorists.

I didn't believe that.

Whether you believed
it or not is immaterial.

You were at his house.

You went to the mortuary
to search his body.

You were behind him when
he committed suicide.

None of these events have been
logged or officially trailed.

She was following my orders.

I thought he was making a drop.

You were working with him.

That is ridiculous.

And the two of you together

were working for Acts of Truth.

When Maudsley died,

you went to his house
to destroy the evidence.

That is not true. There was a drop.

- Ruth...
- I found it.

So where is it?

Okay, let's see it.

Let's see where this takes us.

Is there a problem?

I'm not sure.

Malcolm?

It's blank.

What?

Are you sure?

Sorry, Ruth. There's nothing on it.

There was no drop, Ruth.

You and Maudsley were
working for Acts of Truth.

Things got out of hand. You pushed him.

That's not true.

Sorry, Harry.

You met Maudsley, followed
him to the platform,

and pushed him.

That's been been tampered with.

It's a fake.

Please, Zaf.

Let's not make this any more
upsetting than it already is.

We have witnesses saying
they saw you push him.

What witnesses?

You were seen, Ruth.

Apart from the CCTV, you were seen.

I will sort this out.

I promise, Ruth.

I will sort this out.

Harry, I've seen it
before too many times.

We've done it to too many people.

Sir, will you move?

Do not address me!

Sir, do we back off Cotterdam?

Absolutely not.

Cotterdam's the key.

My hands were tied, you can see that.

Once a report has been made, Harry,

there's nothing one can do.

You know Ruth. You know
what she's capable of.

Chinese Type 67.

Look, I don't pretend to know
what's really going on here,

but I'm asking for your help.

I need time, Oliver.

I'll give you a day.

I'll have her put under surveillance.

One day and then she'll be arrested.

Don't ask me for more.

And no contact.

Any contact between you and
her and it's out of my hands.

Thank you.

Adam.

Everything we say is
going to be scrutinized.

We need to regroup.

We need to stay calm, work
out how best to clear her name.

Was anyone followed here?

I think we're clear.

Surprised to see you here.

Can I have a word?

I think you'd better say it to everyone.

I'm not sorry. I was doing my job.

But you were wrong.

I agree, she's been set
up if that's what you mean.

Why frame Ruth though?

What do they gain?

They get to me.

How is she?

No one's been allowed to speak to her.

How do you think she is?

Scared out of her wits.

We need to think quickly.

Find whatever it was that Maudsley

was trying to get to Ruth.

So we all agree?

Maudsley made a drop?

Yeah, I think
it's time to trust Ruth.

If I hadn't been so pigheaded,

I would've done that in the first place.

Let's assume for a moment
that Maudsley's innocent.

He's in the prison that night.

He knows Special Branch
are hiding something

in their report.

He identifies Ruth as the right person

to get information to Harry.

It's a good choice.

Close but not too close.

Why not go straight to Harry?

Too risky. Chances
are he's being watched.

What the hell is it?

A Pandora's box?

Something worth dying for to expose.

What do we know about Maudsley?

Military background.

Before working in prisons,

he had some intelligence training.

So the drop could be anywhere.

No, it'll be somewhere very specific.

Somewhere that only Ruth
will be able to uncover.

He'll have laid the
drop with extreme care.

Zaf, I want you to check
all satellite images

of Cotterdam that night.

We can't rely on any official evidence.

And Harry.

I know. Stay level-headed.

Ros, I need you to do something for me.

Adam wants to see you.

Usual place.

But how can I get out?

Same way I got in.

I'll stay here and be you.

I never apologized, by the way.

But if you did?

Four hours, Cinderella,

then you turn into a pumpkin.

Yes?

It's time to talk.

I thought we were talking.

No, talk properly.

Come for lunch

without your disciples.

Anyone?

Not yet.

What are those?

Zaf's contact at the Russian
embassy passed them on.

They look like satellite photos.

Is that Cotterdam the night of the fire?

Oh my God.

What? What is it?

There.

I don't...

What?

Seven people who've been
removed from the prison.

It's two hours before the fire.

This isn't Acts of Truth.

We've been looking in the wrong direction.

Well, who removed them?

The intelligence officers?

Well, who else could have pulled it off?

- Harry.
- Oliver.

Take your jacket off.

Oh, for goodness sake.

Your jacket, Harry.

You could be wearing a wire.

Is it allowed?

They'll make an exception.

Thank you, sir.

Good.

Now we can talk.

They remove them.

They fake their deaths.

They become the living dead.

No one ever hears from them again.

What? Meaning we can do
what we like with them?

Adam, they're being tortured.

That's what this is about.

We have to find that drop.

Maudsley might have had the only evidence

that can stop them.

Everybody wants you to come
on the inside of the circle.

Join us.

You must be joking.

Now, you may doubt our methods.

Let's see if this persuades you.

The planned attack from Acts of Truth,

a major sports stadium,

several devices capable
of inflicting mass murder.

What would you have preferred?
That we never found out?

2,000 odd lives for a little discomfort.

Discomfort?

50,000 volts through your body discomfort?

Or is it dogs, Oliver?

Is that your preferred method?

Alsatians biting at men's genitals.

What is it that gets them talking?

I'm not saying that it's
ideal, but what else can we do?

Sit back and let this
country take hit after hit?

We find civilized
ways, as we have before.

Harry, you know as well as I do,

we were torturing people

in Kensington during the Second World War.

So what is my choice?

Join in this new nightmare

or watch Ruth be thrown to the lions?

Think of it as an
invitation, an opportunity.

Save Ruth and join a club.

Offa.

Adam, there's a picture
of Offa in the window.

I can't believe I didn't see that before.

And he is?

An obsession of mine.

He was king of Mercia in the 8th century.

I wrote a thesis on him
and the site of his palace,

now known as Wood Street.

That's the real drop Maudsley left for me.

Go around the back.

It could be anywhere.

No, no, no. Not anywhere. Not anywhere.

It's here. Here.

I've got it. I've got it.

Come on.

There's a microfiche reader
under the passenger seat.

Okay.

Minutes from a meeting.

What's on the agenda?

Hand on, hang on, I'm just trying to...

Top secret.

Eyes only.

Bloody hell, you were right.

Extradition and special
interrogation measures,

otherwise known as torture.

Cotterdam's mentioned.

There's other places.

Who's on the guest list?

Maudsley, MI6,

Special Branch, military intelligence.

Someone from the government.

Oh my God.

There's someone here from
MI5 too. Our section.

Who?

It's just a code name. Our department.

It says Section D, Fox.

That's impossible.

Somebody must have put that
in to stop us exposing it.

What do we do with it?

We can't do anything
without calling Harry.

Where the hell is he?

We can't move with all this surveillance.

The surveillance won't
stop until I'm arrested.

That's it.

We get you arrested.

Zaf, you still there?

Yep.

Get a message to Ros.

Subject leaving the house,

moving towards Cherry Road.

All units apprehend on sight.

Subject wearing long overcoat,
hat, and black boots.

Armed police!

Stand still.

Armed police.

Stand still!

Keep your hands where I can see them.

Do not move.

No answer.

Try him again.

No. Still no answer.

Oh God. Where is he?

He was supposed to be meeting Mace.

Okay. Mace's club.

They'll be there.

Good.

Thank you.

Ruth's been arrested trying to escape.

She's been charged with murder.

12 years. 10 if she's lucky.

Are you so afraid of
being passed over, Oliver?

Thought you were braver than that.

Oh, Harry, this character deconstruction

is all very interesting

but you still haven't
answered my question.

How far is it?

We're nearly there.

What if I play neither strategy?

What if I say Ruth did push Maudsley,

but I asked her to do it?

What if the rogue officer is me?

It doesn't add up.

Doesn't it?

Ruth would get a slapped
wrist, but that's all

because she was only following orders.

But me, a rogue agent at my grade.

Wait 'til the press hear.

Don't be so bloody stupid.

All I need to do is get the
waiter to call the police.

Make enough fuss as I go down,

smash a few tables as I tell my tale.

There must be three or more journalists

within shouting distance of this building.

I left my real name at reception.

Try silencing that.

Hmm.

You don't think I will, do you?

You don't think I've got it in me.

Frankly, no.

Can't take the heat?

Better cool you down.

You need the police to be called,

not simply security to put you out

on the street like a drunkard.

Very well, then the police it is.

What's happened?

Harry's been arrested.

Why?

He's attacked Mace.

Looks like he's taking the
rap for Maudsley's murder.

He's trying to save Ruth.

Please tell me you're kidding.

Oh my God.

No one's been able
to reach him all afternoon.

Stupid, stupid man.

I can't believe it. Adam?

Go back to mine.

I'll try and get in to see him.

Harry?

We had no option.

They had every avenue covered.

Ruth would've spent the
rest of her life in prison.

We found the drop. Maudsley's drop.

We've got the documents.

A secret meeting exposing
the whole torture schedule.

Use them. Find a way.

We can't, not without implicating you.

There's a codename, Fox,
someone from Section D.

They put it in as an insurance policy.

Use me.

No, I can't do that.

Look, we're caught
whichever way we turn.

You'll go to prison
for condoning torture.

If you don't stop them,
they'll go on and on.

You must expose those documents, Adam.

You don't seem to understand.

Sir, I'm afraid there's
now a murder charge

being brought against you, Mr. Pearce.

I'm sorry, I'm gonna
need you to leave, sir.

You are still one of my operatives.

I want you to expose those documents.

Adam, it's an order!

You're in police custody
under suspicion of murder.

That makes your orders null and void.

I can't do it, Harry.

I've got the answer.

He's ready to sell
himself down the river.

There's nothing we can do.

I step back into the frame.

What?

Well, okay, it just says
someone from Section D.

It doesn't say who.

So let it be me.

I was Fox.

You discovered that I was at that meeting.

You bring the documents to light.

You discredit Harry's confession

as someone looking after a friend.

I don't know, a lover. Say what you like.

But I pushed Maudsley because Mace

and the others told me to.

Wait a minute, Ruth.

You're running away with yourself.

Do you know what you're doing?

Yeah, I'm making sure

that we can still expose
the torture scandal

without Harry being buried with the blame.

What about you?

Something. Life in
a different direction.

I don't know. We don't
think about that now.

No, Ruth, this is madness.

We can't let you do this.

Well, think of a better
solution if you can.

'Cause I'll tell you how I see it.

Harry goes and what happens to MI5?

This is only round one
in an ongoing battle.

He has to keep fighting this.

The authorities in this
country cannot be allowed

to intimidate and torture.

Harry's the only one that
can take on that fight.

There's no choice, really, is there?

If I can save him, then I will.

You're admitting to murder.

A murder you didn't do.

You don't have to do this.

Yes I do.

Ruth.

Adam, don't even try
to talk me out of it.

You know it's right.

We need to Photoshop a
meeting between me and Mace.

Almost done.

Easy, isn't it?

To throw your whole life away.

Wonder how I'll be remembered.

Actually, erase that
thought. I don't wonder.

Murderous, conspirator, betrayer.

- Daddy!
- Oh, guests.

Hi, Wes.

Guess where we went!

Jenny, give us some privacy.

I was just going to...

Don't worry.

Come on, Wes.

Let's go upstairs.

One last thing.

The witness at the tube station.

That's the flat.

- You are sure?
- Yeah.

Jo tracked her down.

She was on the platform,

but there was no way she could have seen

what she said she did.

She was bought.

Bought to give a false witness statement.

She was one of the bastards

that set you up in the first place.

Can you say that again?

Look, you're gonna be fine, okay?

Where's the gun?

Here.

And they're definitely blanks?

Definitely.

Okay. Now's your moment.

Shut up!

I said shut up!

Look at me, look at me.

You go talking to anyone
again, I will kill you.

Do you understand?

Listen, you have no idea what
you've got yourself into.

That should have done it.

Yeah, there she goes.

Straight onto the police.

You were brilliant.

Lady Macbeth, sixth form play.

You awake?

Didn't sleep.

No, neither did I.

I'm gonna have to remind myself

of why exactly I did this
for the rest of my life.

You know why.

How much longer?

Only a few hours now.

And then?

And then it's up to you.

Yeah.

Harry, you're covering for someone.

Ruth Evershed's the person
we should be looking for.

We've proof of a covert
committee she's been working for.

Bringing you down was just
a small part of their plan.

Please tell me you've
got all this worked out.

You heard the news, Oliver?

No. Is it good?

The defense secretary's
with the PM now, resigning.

The PM himself is gonna
have to face Parliament.

God knows what they're gonna do with you.

I'll get my wrist slapped.

They'll reinvent my post.

You can't stop the inevitable.

Oh, I think we can.

The prime minister's saying
he had nothing to do with it.

You'll be buried, Oliver,
along with all the blame.

Oh, and by the way, the
seven from Cotterdam

have been found in Egypt.

And they're being brought back to Britain

for proper questioning.

Proper questioning.

If you play fair, you
should expect to lose, Adam.

You know that.

Even if Harry refuses to see it.

Oh, tell him good luck with it from me.

The prime minister
has refused to comment

on the resignations of
the defense secretary

and key members of the
intelligence services,

including JIC Chairman, Oliver Mace.

Commentators say this
is the end of dark days

for the services.

Yes?

Thank you.

They've found her.

Where?

Dragged from the Thames this morning.

Yes. That's Ruth.

So where is she?

Told Adam not to tell you.

I told him I'd give him
the sack if he didn't.

I don't know what I'll
do without you, Ruth.

What do you...

You take good care, yes?

Yes.

And you.

Don't get shot.

I won't.

And can you feed my cats?

Actually, take them to your house.

You adopt them.

Of course.

Goodbye, Harry.

Goodbye, Ruth.

There's something I have to tell you.

I should have told you years ago.

Harry, please don't.

If I don't tell you now, I never will.

Come on!

I'm coming.

Please don't say anything.

Just leave it as something
that was never said,

something wonderful that was never said.

Let me go, Harry.