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Just under 20 years ago as the Berlin Wall was collapsing,

Richard Dolby, Hugo Prince and I

conceived the most complex viral network of spies

ever to have infiltrated the Russian political system.

We recruited young pro-Western minds in all areas,

with one aim.

To ensure that in 20 years, we would have moles

at the very highest levels of Russian life,

moles who could limit or destroy the Russian nuclear threat.

We have that capability,

Operation Sugar Horse,

which has remained entirely uncompromised.

Until I told you that the Russians

had interrogated me about it.

Yes.

And I didn't know how the Russians

knew about Sugar Horse until now.

I am waiting for some intel

from a Sugar Horse asset in Moscow

and then I will expose the identity of the mole within MI5,

a traitor who has tried to sabotage

a 20-year British Intelligence operation.

When I expose the mole, all hell will break loose,

both here and in Russia.

I'll need both your support.

Whatever you need, Harry.

Anything at all.

Thank you. Thank you both.

Last week's killing

of 325 Palestinian civilians by an Israeli missile in Gaza

has sent shock-waves through the region.

The announcement of an emergency summit

to be held in London in two days' time

represents what surely must be the last chance

for both sides to stop the cycle of attack and reprisal.

British Foreign Sec. Rachel Beauchamp

and UN negotiator Claude Denizet have both

personally staked a huge amount

on the success of the summit.

Well, we are dealing

with great historical complexity here,

with ownership rights that go back thousands of years.

I've got the security details

of the Palestinian Fatah delegation.

They're staying at the Stanmore Hotel in Mayfair.

The Israelis will be at the Haymarket in Knightsbridge.

And Claude Denizet and the UN negotiating team?

They're staying at the Asquith.

Can we get surveillance?

Not inside the hotel.

Each side will accuse the other of spying on them

and toys will be thrown from diplomatic prams.

Ros, can I show you something?

I have a filter that alerts me to explosive substances

or military equipment being sold on-line.

It just flashed this up.

- What is it? - A limited issue

7.2 VHI immobilizer.

In English.

An assassin's best friend.

Point that at a moving vehicle, all the electrics freeze up.

I thought these were classified stock.

Think they are.

So what's it doing in the public domain

2 days before a highly explosive political summit?

I want that back in safe hands

before the Israelis and Palestinians

so much as touch down on our tarmac.

I'm glad you said that.

I just took the liberty of buying it.

Good.

If you'll excuse me Monsieur Denizet.

Where are you?

I've just seen the UN Special Negotiator into his hotel.

Is he always that arrogant?

I need you to pick something up on your way in.

- Croissant? - Not exactly.

We must achieve it

to bring both sides together.

This latest incident cannot put us off the path

towards a lasting peace.

But Claude Denizet is notoriously pro-Israel.

Surely a special negotiator

needs to be completely impartial.

I can assure you the British government-

Don't worry, I'll get it.

All means possible

to bring both sides to agreement.

Morning, Jake Carson.

Come about the auction item?

Dean! Come in.

Here it is.

Where'd you get it?

Look, do you want it or not?

Foreign Secretary.

"The Middle East olive tree

is almost stripped bare of its branches.

Only one remains and the London summit will either nurture

that branch or the tree will surely die."

Today's Times leader.

So, no pressure then.

If I may I introduce my section chief, Ros Myers.

She'll be in charge of the security operation

for yourself and the UN Special Negotiator.

I wanted to talk about that.

Claude Denizet has enemies on both sides.

I want a minor army protecting him.

That'll make the taxpayer wince.

We've already given him double team protection,

sealed off all the areas around the negotiations

and all staff and media personnel have been vetted.

You will be talking within a proverbial fortress.

Thank you, Ms. Myers.

It's the possible arrows from within I'm concerned about.

Excuse me, Foreign Secretary.

I have to deal with this.

Anything I should worry about?

Nothing at all.

Ros, did you send backup?

No, I rather thought the Israeli Prime Minister

had a greater need.

So why have the cavalry arrived at our door?

Looks like someone else is interested in our little toy.

Yeah, well make sure they don't get it.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

Downstairs.

Don't let me down.

This summit is critical.

- What is it? - A piece of errant tool-kit.

Lucas is mopping up but there appears to be other interest.

Well lock it down.

The world's watching this summit.

I don't want any surprises.

Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?

Making it seem to the gentlemen sitting outside

that you're on the phone.

Don't worry, it's a gas complaint line,

you'll be on hold for hours.

Right, I need you to walk out of the back door

with me right now.

Go! - Who are you really?

Robert Wheeler, Security Services.

There are two cars parked on the street watching your house.

I have no idea who they are

But I think it has something to do with this.

- What is it? - I'll explain later.

Let's go. - Not until I know

what's going on. - Look!

Your choice is relatively simple.

It's me or them.

Tell them that you're on the phone

and you'll be there in a minute.

Loudly.

Do it!

I'm on the phone.

Just a second! - Go, go.

Lucas is on the move, with the kid and his mother.

They're a mile away.

What have you got on them?

Sarah Mitchell, single mother,

works in a customer care center.

She has six credit cards all at their limit.

Look, where are you taking us?

We need to ask your son some questions.

Whatever it is you're up to, we'll find out.

Her only son Dean is 16.

Talent for IT and an equally impressive history

of skipping school.

- Father? - He left over 10 years ago.

They're alone.

Lucas, where are you?

Nearly with you.

Park underground,

come straight up to the interrogation room.

Do we have any ID on the other men?

Not yet.

I'm hoping your young friend'll be able to help us.

Lucas, go past the gate.

Head for the store, don't talk to the servants.

Get your heads below the seats, please.

I don't understand.

Understanding's overrated.

Just do it.

They look official.

When's Asset K arriving?

Three o'clock this afternoon.

Uh huh, and you've no idea

what intel they might be bringing?

They're breaking 20 years' silence.

I trust it's more than a weather forecast.

Mm, you're hoping they'll tell you

who the Sugar Horse mole is.

Or confirm what we both suspect.

Connie James.

I'm sorry, Harry.

I know how hard this is for you.

Nobody else in your team has any idea about this, have they?

Only you and I are aware of the existence of Asset K.

Let's keep it that way.

I assume you'll go yourself.

After 20 years waiting I'm not anxious to delegate.

Good luck.

The Israeli and Palestinians delegations

are about to fly in two different airports.

How did they decide who goes where?

They tossed a coin and the Palestinians lost.

They got Heathrow.

I'm stuck on the grid for the next couple of hours.

Can you take these to Lucas for me?

I'll go.

Venue 7.

Yeah, is that BMB Technologies?

Sam Johnson, Trans Securities.

We handle your CCTV.

Can I speak to your head of operations?

Right, move.

I'll have the 300 back now.

Well I don't have it.

Put it in your sock on the upstairs landing.

Been watching the wrong cop shows, mate.

What are we doing here?

Please will you tell us what's going on.

I think your son's the one that can tell us that.

Right. Let's go.

Move it, we haven't got all day.

Look, I've got work to get to.

I can't afford to lose my job.

Your manager's been told that you've had a bereavement.

Just focus on getting your son to loosen his tongue.

He won't tell you anything.

Not if he thinks you're police.

Has he been in trouble before?

You try growing up where we live, see how you do.

Did he steal that thing?

Well I doubt it's part of a school science project.

Look, we may be away for a while.

Buy what you need.

Stay in my eyeline.

Go on, be quick.

So what is it you don't want your mum to know?

Nothing.

Come on, you're too smart for that.

I'm not saying nothing.

Just leave me alone .

Anyone playing it as cool as you are

must be scared of something.

Don't try to sweet-talk me.

If you're gonna arrest me, just do it.

I'm not afraid of you.

I done nothing wrong.

You had in your possession classified military hardware.

I found it on the street.

Well that was a bit of luck.

You bet.

This isn't a toy.

This is part of an assassin's tool kit.

This thing can take out a vehicle's electrics

with one click of the trigger.

You saw it being used!

Where?

When?

Now listen to me.

I can protect you and your mum.

But if you don't tell me exactly what happened,

I'm gonna walk outta here right now

and you can protect her yourself.

Now what did you see?

All right, look, I was cycling round the estate

the other day, okay?

And there was some guy there, I've never seen him before.

He had some sort of gun.

Where's the rucksack?

I dumped it.

There was nothing else in it.

What's gonna happen to me?

Dean, walk with me.

- What is it? - Nothing, just be

your usual skulking self, okay?

Where's my mum?

Go!

- Where's my mum? - Just keep moving.

Go, go, go, go.

Show Malcolm.

Wheels plus 412.

- Go! - Dean!

We got an upgrade.

From Lucas.

I also got a photo of one of them.

Oh, yes, it's one of those codes we used in the '90s.

Nice work.

It's a time and a place.

An estate in the White City area.

6:10 am, Wednesday the 27th.

Well, there was an accident there

at 6:12 am on Wednesday the 27th.

Involving a motorbike, one fatality.

Cause of accident?

- Complete - Electrical failure

to the motorbike's systems.

He was taken out by the immobilizer, an assassination.

Dean Mitchell saw it.

That's why they're after him.

He's a witness.

Well, the dead man was Stephen Fitzmaurice.

Photographer?

Why kill a photographer?

Well, Fitzmaurice was paparazzi,

mostly following C-list celebrities

trying to catch them with their bits on display.

Well I very much doubt he was killed

for clicking someone's cleavage.

Jo, get down to the morgue,

see if there was anything on him.

Sure.

Surprising that every stage of the peace process

is slow and painstaking,

but I believe tomorrow we will see the beginning

of a consensus, because the vast majority

of both Israelis and Palestinians

want it to happen. - What's going on?

Close the door.

A Russian sleeper asset is coming to London to meet me.

Bringing vital intel on a MI5 mole.

How long has he been asleep?

It's a she.

She's been asleep for 20 years, a Sugar Horse asset.

She's arriving in 2 hours

as part of the Russian media delegation for the summit.

We need to meet unobserved and the FSB are all over me.

You need to create a smokescreen.

Find me someone in the same delegation

who could be a suspect.

A fall guy?

The dirtier the better.

Ros.

This is the man who took the immobilizer

from the research unit.

- Did he steal it? - No.

He had Grade A authorization.

So it's an inside job.

He signed out as Michael Smith.

No face or name matches.

We've nothing on him.

That's because his name's not really Michael Smith.

It's Michael Sands.

You know him?

Special Ops officer for MI6

for 20 years in the Middle East.

Headed up a covert cell

specializing in difficult completions

in Jordan, Syria and Israel.

- Completions? - An assassination unit.

Three years ago he was ordered to eliminate

two Hamas leaders in the Syrian desert,

went missing in action.

His file was officially closed.

He went underground.

Malcolm, can you check that man from the shopping center

against Sands' profile.

I think Sands went native.

He's just the type, narcissist, violent dreamer.

And now he's back on British soil

on the eve of a major summit.

Ros, your man on the escalator, he's MI6.

He was a member of Sands' Syrian unit.

It's a black op.

Sands will know all our modes of communication.

Keep Lucas moving, and be careful.

With a man like Sands involved,

normal rules of the game don't apply.

That way.

Not quite the Savoy, I'm afraid.

Right, I'll stay down here, you two take the bedrooms.

What are you doing?

It's either this or we don't switch the lights on.

This place is supposed to be derelict.

Mum, just leave the man alone.

Dean, do the front door.

Come on, where's your Blitz spirit?

Why don't you look in the cupboard,

see if there's some food.

I suppose a takeaway is out the question.

Afraid so.

Listen, every night I phone my mother.

She's not well.

I, I just make a quick call.

Please.

Sorry.

She's 82. She's all alone.

She just needs to hear my voice!

Just what did Dean see?

An accident.

He was a witness and we just need time to sort it out.

Nothing's gonna happen to us, is it?

He's all I've got in the world.

And he's a pain in the arse

and I want to throttle him about five times a day.

If anything happened to him...

Please tell me nothing's gonna happen to him.

I swear to you.

Everything's gonna be fine.

This is your fall guy.

Dmitri Volyakov,

Middle East correspondent for Russian State Television.

Arriving as part of the media delegation.

He has criminal history.

Taking gangster cash and laundering it

through international connections.

I think if we tempt him with more of the same

he'll take the bait.

Then from now on, as far as everyone else is concerned,

Mr. Volyakov is our sleeper asset.

Oh, one more thing, Connie.

If I'm to meet Mr. Volyakov,

I'll need someone to meet the real Asset K.

Just tell me where.

Oh, madame, as we both know,

the Israelis will never talk to Hamas.

The world's media spotlight is on us, Claude.

Let's not promise what we can't deliver.

- Harry? - Asset K has arrived.

- How is she? - Remarkably calm.

Aged a little.

Haven't we all? How's the fall guy?

Suitably seedy.

You chose well.

You're too kind.

I've just got back from the morgue.

- Anything of interest? - The usual.

Phone, wallet, keys,

but I found this in Fitzmaurice's camera bag.

It's scratched, it could have been damaged in the crash.

Okay, get it to Malcolm.

Let me know if he manages to open it.

Sure.

I've managed to retrieve part of a photo

from the Fitzmaurice's CD Rom.

I'm afraid the disc was a bit scratched,

but still, look familiar?

Claude Denizet, Special Negotiator for the United Nations.

Why was a C-list pap like Fitzmaurice

taking photos of a UN negotiator?

It doesn't make sense.

Denizet's arguing with someone.

We need to find out who.

When was this photo taken?

He saved the file on April 3rd.

According to Fitzmaurice's credit card receipt,

on 3rd of April he checked into a hotel in Central London.

Yeah, it was the Barclay.

Get down there, Jo.

Find out where he was pointing his camera.

I've hacked into the list of guests

staying at the Hotel Victoire on April the 3rd.

They include the television actress Eva Longoria.

She was staying in one of the luxury suites.

Fitzmaurice must have been trying to get secret shots of her

when stumbled upon the person

booked into the room next door, Mr. Michael Smith.

Michael Sands' legend.

That's who Denizet was arguing with.

Sands must be pressurizing Denizet

to alter the peace process in some way.

Who is he working for? Israel, Hamas?

Either way, Stephen Fitzmaurice was killed

because he saw Sands threatening Denizet.

Why go after Dean Mitchell?

Because Dean Mitchell witnessed the assassination.

But he couldn't possibly know what it meant.

Unless Dean Mitchell has something else

we don't know about, some other evidence.

The full photograph.

And he's too scared to say.

Keeping the voice of Hamas out of discussion

and refusing to talk to terrorists,

unless everyone is at the table, how can talks begin?

Peace wasn't achieved until Sinn Fein-

Delegation are claiming

they are being denied a voice.

You're up early.

I never got to sleep in the first place.

Why are there no proper beds in this dump, man?

Not why you didn't sleep, though, is it?

Why did that guy kill the man on the bike?

That's what we're trying to find out.

Is that why you're looking after me, like,

witness protection or something?

In the shopping center,

were they, were they trying to kill me?

If they were, you'd be dead by now.

So, why did you want me to cover for you last night?

My mum don't like me cycling round that estate block.

She thinks it's dangerous.

She'd go crazy if I told her, so...

I don't think that's the only reason.

I think you're protecting her.

You think she's fragile,

and if she finds out the truth, she'll break.

I just don't want her frettin'.

Gets on my nerves.

Is that why you sold that thing online?

Make a bit of extra money, take the pressure off?

You seen her purse.

She got more credit cards than Beyonce.

Yeah but her credit limit's

not as high as Beyonce's, though, is it?

You're not wrong.

So, where'd you grow up?

Bet it was some big house in London.

Why do you say that?

Just look like that.

Like private school and shit.

Actually, I grew up in the middle of a Cumbrian field.

My father was a minister.

What, like government?

No, like Methodist.

What's that?

A church.

He was a good father.

What was his name?

I can't tell you that, Dean,

and I don't want to lie to you.

Bet your name's not really Robert, either.

No, it's not.

I'd make a good spy.

I lie quite a lot, too.

It's okay.

What is it, like a free paper or something?

Not exactly.

That's him!

That's the guy with the laser gun.

That's him.

What about this man here?

Don't know.

Come on, Dean. Help me out.

Why do they want you alive?

How am I supposed I know?

Well you must know something.

Why are these people so scared of you?

- I don't know! - Think!

Why don't you believe me?

Did you see anything else that morning?

- Nothing. - Did you find anything?

No! Honest!

I checked the rucksack for money and everything.

They think you've still got the rucksack.

- What is it? - Wasn't at the house,

they didn't find it there.

No, I told you, I dumped it.

- What's going on? - Where did you dump it?

It's all right, Mum.

It was in the middle of some scrapyard.

Right, take me there now.

- What? - Dean?

Sarah, you stay here.

Do not answer the door to anyone.

Stay here, Mum.

Dean!

Hello?

Mr. Volyakov, welcome to London.

Our friends in Estonia tell us you have a love of business.

I have a proposition for you.

Meet me in the bar.

Be reading a newspaper.

Coffee.

Mind if I have a look at your newspaper?

Lost touch with the cricket.

Well, middle-order collapse.

Terrifyingly predictable.

I've got the pictures.

That should keep the FSB happy.

Thanks for this, Connie.

By the way...

I'm sorry I doubted you.

It's forgotten.

Dean, look, I know doing what you're told

isn't your favorite pastime

but if we hit trouble, you do exactly what I tell you.

Is that clear?

- Yeah. - Let's go.

I hid it.

I didn't want no-one finding it.

Government issue.

What does that mean?

It means I know its secrets.

This is what they've been after you for.

What's it got on it?

Let's find out, shall we?

Dean, move.

How fast can you run?

I don't know. Probably faster than you.

Prove it!

Are they with you?

Afraid not. Move.

You are faster than me.

It's 'cause I'm not old like you.

Here.

Try the memory stick.

It's encrypted.

Whoever did this was in a hurry.

Told you I was good.

Who's that woman?

Turn it off.

I swear I've seen her somewhere before.

You didn't see anything.

Is that understood?

Dean, is that understood?

What are you doing?

We're not going back to the house.

What about Mum?

Where is she?

Now tell me the truth, where is she?

I don't know.

- Ros. - Lucas, who's with you?

Just Dean.

We left his mother at the house.

I have what you need.

I'm heading to the old stomping ground.

Ask Harry.

I'll see you there.

Seriously, where is she?

Sands has taken Dean Mitchell's mother.

Lucas has gone to the old stomping ground.

He said you'd know where.

It's a place in Bow.

We used to meet gangland assets there.

Who are they?

It's okay, they're friends, you can trust them.

I'll trust them when they find my mum.

This is what it's all been about.

What's going on?

I'm stuck with a terrified teenager

while an MI6 renegade runs amok.

Sands killed Fitzmaurice.

He tried to kill Dean Mitchell.

Whatever he's planning, Claude Denizet's the target.

Why?

There's one person who'll be able to tell us.

We should have a conversation with the Foreign Secretary.

No copies?

No copies.

We'll be in touch.

Thank you for making time to meet us, Foreign Secretary.

Is there a problem?

Something we'd like to alert you to.

A meeting took place in a London hotel room some days ago.

It's causing us some concern.

Where did you get this?

Have you been spying on me?

Not us.

A photographer called Stephen Fitzmaurice took those.

This could destroy the summit.

Find him.

He's already been found.

Who did this?

Michael Sands.

He's killing anyone who's seen the photos.

On your orders, I assume.

Not on my orders!

Maybe it's time you told us what's going on.

Three months ago, I received a phone call

using an MI6 password.

I was informed that one of their covert field officers

had something to tell me.

That officer was Michael Sands.

I met Sands secretly.

He told me that the Palestinians

were about to permanently pull out of talks

with the Israelis.

Why?

Because of a loss of confidence

in the UN Special Negotiator, Claude Denizet.

I thought Denizet was the glue

holding this process together.

Denizet is an ignorant UN liability

who is more interested in cementing his own position

than making any real progress.

The Palestinians think he's an Israeli stooge.

Sands knows these people the way Denizet never will.

He knows Israel is tired.

The people of Gaza are suffering.

This is a real opportunity.

But if the Palestinians pull out now-

So you and Sands met Denizet in a hotel room.

We tried to persuade him to resign, get out of the road.

And when Denizet refused to buckle,

you authorized Sands to do what?

Sands suggested that reasonable pressure be applied

to Denizet to get him out of the way of this peace process.

And how reasonable do you think Michael Sands is?

Foreign Secretary, do you think it's possible

that Sands could be planning an attack

on Denizet here at the summit?

Do you think he could be envisaging a permanent solution?

I never sanctioned that.

Come on, we've got work to do.

We have reason to believe that MI6 officer Michael Sands

will attempt to assassinate the UN Special Negotiator

tomorrow morning at the talks.

If Sands is running a black op,

he won't do it himself, he'll have someone on the inside.

He'll have security passes, ID, everything.

I want him extracted without anyone knowing we were there.

It's too late to try and vet all personnel.

Everyone's already here.

No look, we need to look at this differently.

We need to follow the target.

Ben, get onto Denizet's security team.

Jo, onto hotel staff.

And remember, the peace process is fragile,

built on paranoia.

This must be a silent operation.

No ripples.

I've re-encrypted it,

Sands will never know it's been opened.

Call him, Ros.

Yes?

I have what you want.

Where do I go?

Security is tight in Central London tonight

in advance of tomorrow morning's

emergency Middle East summit.

Foreign Secretary Rachel Beauchamp,

and UN Special Negotiator Claude Denizet...

That's very sensible of you.

I want the mother back.

She'll be returned to you tomorrow morning.

We know she saw nothing.

What about the boy?

Did he open the file?

It's encrypted.

None of us saw anything.

My job is to make sure

that Dean Mitchell's safe, that's all.

So glad you've seen reason.

Sarah Mitchell will be dropped off at 0800 hours tomorrow.

Skirmishes have been reported

on Israel's border with Gaza

as tensions in the Middle East escalated overnight,

with Syria's threat to give military assistance

to the Palestinians should the peace talks in London fail.

He's on his way.

Okay, Ben.

We're ready for him.

ETA all cars.

Yeah, just arrived.

Everything in place.

Coming round now.

Denizet traveling.

ETA 15 seconds.

Five seconds.

Final checks outside, please.

Denizet at the car.

Open security travel.

Yes?

I'm on my way.

Remember, I want everything arranged

exactly as I instructed.

Thank you.

Ros, chauffeurs always walk around the front of the car.

That's him.

That's our man.

Ros, he's got a gun.

You want the peace process to succeed,

this never happened.

Entendu?

This way.

Take a seat, Foreign Secretary.

Where's Sands now?

He's gone underground.

What do you want me to do?

This afternoon, Denizet will resign from his position,

saying he thinks he's taken the process as far as he can.

Go out there, praise Denizet to the skies.

Make it clear the government

never had any plans to support Sands.

We'll work the back channels,

then no one need ever know this has happened.

Is that clear?

Thank you.

Don't worry.

I know you'll return the favor one day.

The first day of the Middle East Summit

ends positively, with both sides paying tribute

to UN Special Negotiator Claude Denizet.

The announcement of his resignation

came as a surprise to observers, but in a brief statement,

Denizet said that after months

of preparing the grounds for negotiations,

he was now confident

that the peace process was back on track.

Don't try anything.

I've guns pointing at her head from three different windows.

Walk to me, Sarah.

He's not gonna hurt you.

Your road to peace proved somewhat unorthodox.

It seemed to achieve its goal.

I understand Claude Denizet will resign later today.

Well a voluntary resignation's

slightly more elegant than a bullet in the brain.

Without the threat of one,

we would never have achieved the other.

It's the Middle East way.

You're taking credit for this?

We should both take a credit for this.

The perfect team.

Yeah, well, much as the idea thrills me,

I think our business is done.

A pleasure working with you, Officer Myers.

We've always been absolutely honest with each other.

Haven't we?

Why are we here?

Your mum was dropped off an hour ago, unharmed.

Mum?

Oh God!

My baby.

Come on.

What's going on?

We can't go home, Dean, darling.

We can't go home.

I thought this was over.

There are people out there that want to make sure

that no one else ever finds out.

What?

You know too much.

Two new identities, complete with new histories,

new bank accounts, cash, passports, keys to a new house,

all your debts erased.

A real chance to start afresh.

What's going on?

The train leaves in 10 minutes, Dean.

We have an arrangement with the Spanish government.

You'll be picked up in Barcelona.

No this is bullshit!

We haven't done anything wrong!

Dean, we really need to protect you.

This was your plan all along.

No.

That's not true.

You can have more money than you've ever had.

We're not abandoning you.

Okay, we need to get on the train now.

All you want is my silence.

Well, I know what I saw.

But I'm not going anywhere.

I can sell this to the paper right now.

We'll spin it. Grow up.

I am growing up!

I fell for your talk, mate, I really did.

What's your real name, Robert?

- Dean, please, calm down. - No!

Forget it.

I'm getting out of here.

Come on, mate, no, you're not.

- Get away from me! - Dean, wait.

Calm down.

Well this is our home!

This is where I was born, this is what I know!

Sarah, Sarah, I really know this is unfair,

but you really need to explain to what we're offering him

'cause the truth is you have no choice.

- Come back! - Get away from me!

- Dean, wait! - Everyone screws us.

Everyone.

My dad, credit companies. - Dean, calm down.

It's not fair on either of us!

Dean, it's not safe here.

You have to get on the train.

Get off me.

I'm faster than you, remember?

Dean!

Dean!

Dean, wait!

Dean!

No!

No!

Dean!

Dean!

Dean!

Dean!

Dean!

Dean!

No!

No!

No!

No!

I'm heading off shortly.

Do you need anything else?

No.

Thank you, Connie.

Good night, Harry.

Good night.

Nobody else in your team

has any idea about this, have they?

Only you and I

are aware of the existence of Asset K.

Let's keep it that way.