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I always liked you Harry.

Your sure moral sense.

Thing is though,

that kind of certainty limits a man, keeps him small.

Betrayal is a cancer.

Let it eat your soul not mine.

Marry me, Ruth.

I can't Harry.

We couldn't be more together than we are right now.

- My name isn't Lucas North. - Damn you.

It's time for somebody else

to stand on the wall for a bit.

This isn't you talking.

Come and meet me.

He blames you, Harry.

He'll kill you.

It's my turn.

If you're going to shoot me, shoot me now.

Shoot me now.

The buzzards are circling.

You're the spy they want to kick back out into the cold.

I'd start preparing for life after MI5.

- Sir? - Yes.

We're here.

Thank you.

Sir Harry Pearce, over the last three days

this tribunal has had a full account

of your involvement in the Albany matter

and the charges made against you are of the utmost severity.

The facts are not in dispute.

You traded a state secret to a foreign power

for the life of an officer

with whom you have a personal relationship.

My personal relationships are not relevant.

- Excuse me? - I had a choice to make

between two of this nation's intelligence assets,

the Albany deterrent and Ms. Evershed.

There was a risk I would lose Albany,

but I knew the technology was worthless,

of little value to the nation.

My assessment of Ms. Evershed was the reverse.

I've prepared a report

detailing her key role

in several security service operations.

The discovery of the 2009 Birmingham plot,

saving the life of a former section chief

from far right terrorists,

sacrificing her own freedom to ensure mine.

Her work has saved many lives,

often at grave cost to herself.

I did not put a personal relationship above our security.

I made an operational decision in the nation's interest.

Please excuse me.

The tribunal needs more time to examine your submissions.

In light of the eight weeks enforced leave

that you have already had,

it seems unwise to further waste your expertise

while we deliberate.

However, any return to work must be on a probationary basis.

Deviation from protocol will result in immediate suspension.

Erin Watts has been sitting in your seat.

You are required to retain her as section chief.

Do you accept the terms? - I serve my country

in whatever capacity asked of me.

Someone jammed the guillotine.

Yes, whoever it was,

no doubt they'll want me to do something in return.

Dimitri heard from '6 in Senegal this morning.

They found Lucas North's remains.

They were where John Bateman said they'd be.

I've had two months to go over it.

I still can't figure out

why he wanted to get me on that rooftop.

I think he wanted your forgiveness.

So, can I see that report?

Not while I still draw breath.

No, ma'am.

I've been arguing for a long time

we need to do something decisive about the situation there.

Britain has been our loyal friend,

but we can't let sentimentality stay our hand,

not when action so clearly needs to be taken.

Absolutely.

I'll be on the next flight to London.

Thank you, ma'am.

Do I have you to thank Home Secretary

for intervening in my tribunal?

Of course it was me, Harry, who else is as fond of you?

Unfortunately, I can only get you a stay of execution

not the full pardon.

They want you out Harry

and they'll get their way eventually.

No surprises, I'm aware I have not played nicely

with the other children.

Well, pragmatism wins out for the moment.

We need our best security people now more than ever.

Bin Laden's death wasn't quite the panacea

we'd all hoped for.

You've seen the recent JIC reports I take it?

Yes, and for once they've got it right.

If the turmoil in the Middle East

sees hard-line Islamists taking power,

we face a nightmare scenario.

If we don't do anything

and your nightmare scenario comes to pass,

Britain will be the whipping boy.

We struggle to defend ourselves

against these people as it is,

but if they have the backing of their own governments.

Is there a long-term strategy?

Yes, we reposition ourselves.

Start winning friends and influencing people

and particularly the new big boys,

China, Russia, India, Brazil.

And Harry, that includes your side of things.

Share our expertise, build relationships.

Home Secretary, I'm an intelligence officer

not a diplomat.

Oh, we're all gonna have to be diplomats

in the new age, Harry.

Sir Harry,

welcome back.

Erin Watts I presume?

I hear you've decommissioned Beth Bailey.

Her conduct during the Westhouse operation,

her links with the Colombian drug cartel

weren't unacceptable.

I expect higher standards.

It's an honor to serve in Section D, sir.

I've studied your career.

Just call me Harry and I wouldn't associate

too closely with me if I were you.

You're on the fast track to great things.

I'm on the opposite trajectory.

Wouldn't want any dirt to rub off.

I have no interest in being a politician.

Excuse me.

Ruth, I'd like to see any communiques

that came in for me, please.

She'll loosen up after a few years.

How was your break?

At one particularly dark moment,

I actually considered gardening.

She's altered my bloody chair.

It took me 10 years to get that right.

Well, I'll get Q branch to have a look at it.

You expecting something?

Yes.

Who processed this?

I don't know

Who processed this?

Calum Reed, nice to meet you.

You filed it low priority.

Yeah, it was sent to a defunct '5 PO box

from a former cutout Max Witt, code named Sharecropper.

Active during the '70s and '80s.

Worked for us out of London and East Berlin.

Look, I decoded it, it was nonsense.

Guy had Alzheimer's. - Had?

Yeah, died three days ago.

Sorry, did you know him?

The message? Give me the abridged version.

Just said he needed to meet you.

He was 71. Hadn't worked for 20 years.

Low priority. Was I wrong? - No. Just young.

Harry?

Tariq,

tell Calum to find out where

they're holding Max Witt's body.

I want a postmortem. - Will do.

Max Witt, Cold War cutout, MI6 officer,

code named Sharecropper.

Murdered sometime during the last 72 hours.

He was force fed an overdose of his medication.

He'd been trying to contact me recently,

first with the message sent here,

and then another to my home asking me

to check a dead drop he used to use.

It had this message from Max.

What I'm about to tell you

exceeds all your security clearances,

so, you didn't hear it from me.

Ilya Andreevich Gavrik, former KGB legend, oligarch

and as of last year, Russia's new minister

for international development.

And your opposite number during your time in Berlin.

This is Elena Gavrik, Ilya's wife,

former MI6 asset, code named Tourmaline.

She communicated via Max

and became the best Soviet source of the whole 1980s.

We had Gavrik's wife?

CIA deputy director James Coaver,

we were stationed together in Berlin.

Jim and I turned her in '81 when I was with '6.

This is Cold War stuff.

How come it isn't declassified?

Well, Tourmaline was never exposed, never extracted.

She's still in Russia, still with Gavrik.

Why?

Plans were made for her defection,

but it never came to fruition.

If Max meant she was in danger of exposure,

the fallout will be catastrophic.

The wife of a senior Russian cabinet minister

exposed as a western spy.

Relations with the Kremlin would simply cease.

We need to find out what Max knew.

And why it got him killed.

Whatever this is, it can go no further.

Okay, Ruth, find whatever you can

about Ilya and Elena Gavrik.

Dimitri sweep all dead drops

that we could've used, obsolete or otherwise.

Calum work with Tariq.

Focus on his house.

Find out who visited him in the last three days.

CCTV in Witt's street went down the day before he died.

How about private cameras nearby?

One step ahead of you.

Building opposite his has one that faces the street.

And have you checked it from three days ago?

Yep. Lots of mums with prams.

Blue rinse brigade.

And then this guy.

Takes CCTV out, keeps his head down.

- He's been trained. - There's no chance

of IDing him at that distance though.

Could try motion analysis filter.

Tariq, you prepare the match fields if I do the model?

Should I be getting my hopes up?

They're rolling it out at airports.

Everyone moves uniquely.

Footfall, weight distribution, pace,

your walk's like a fingerprint.

Okay.

Ready to scan for matches.

I'll start with a tight sample first,

just the surrounding streets.

Well, yeah.

Got a possible motion match getting into a car a mile away.

It's a hire car, registered to a Richard Costa,

flat one, 8 Park Walk, Lambeth.

Hopefully Mr. Costa will have some answers.

Come on.

Get Dimitri to meet us there.

Okay, ghost sweep.

Leave everything as you find it.

I've got a laptop.

I can copy the hard drive.

Won't leave a trace.

How long will that take?

This bad boy can rip two GBs a second, under a minute.

Damn it! - What?

There's a countdown on the password.

Enter the right one in 10 seconds or get locked out.

Move!

You okay?

Fine.

It's like we were never here.

Are they all right?

Yes, but I take it personally

when somebody tries to blow up my officers.

I called in a favor at '6.

They have someone on the inside at a housekeeping service

who cleans for Moscow's great and good,

and the word is that Ilya and Elena Gavrik

left Russia over a week ago, on the quiet.

No one's meant to know they're gone.

Gone where?

Here, they're in London.

That's impossible, he's a Russian minister.

We'd have been briefed, it would be on the news.

So, he doesn't want us to know he's here.

Gavrik sneaks into the country doing something

he doesn't want us to know about.

His wife, your former asset wants to warn us.

The only way she knows how to contact you is via Max Witt

like she did in the '80s.

Gavrik finds out and has Witt silence

by the owner of our exploding laptop,

who now knows that we're onto him.

Gavrik worships Elena,

but if he's found out she betrayed him, she's already dead.

We need to find Gavrik.

Get surveillance on him. - No.

I know this man, he's too good.

He'll see you coming.

We have one person dead already.

We have to tread carefully, this is a senior politician.

So, no direct surveillance on Gavrik.

You heard him.

The classified diplomatic flight from Moscow

landed at RAF Brize Norton nine days ago.

Passengers unnamed, one male, one female,

picked up by a car with government plates.

All other details redacted.

We smuggled him in.

We could track him from that.

If Harry had the balls to let us.

Calum, a word.

Inside or outside this building,

you represent this nation's security services.

And since I brought you here you also represent me.

Show some respect.

When you brought me here you knew I wouldn't be

doffing my cap to dead white males

who still think they can run it all from their armchairs.

If you think Harry Pearce is one of them,

you need to do your homework.

Not another one. Come in.

Knocking isn't customary around here.

Someone helped Gavrik into the country.

Opened the back door for him and then covered it up.

We've pulled GPS data from the official car

that picked him up at Brize Norton.

We can track it, find him.

Harry, let us gather live intel on Gavrik.

Find out what he's doing here.

You say that he's good, so are you team.

So am I.

You get the merest inkling

that he or his people are onto you, you pull back.

Movement by the entrance.

Receiving your image Alpha 2.

Probable negative, a woman on her own.

Leningrad rules, never exit a building together.

Old spies are creatures of habit.

Stay on the woman, we need to see her face.

Come on love, give us a twirl.

Confirmed, that's Tourmaline.

Alive and well.

No one else coming.

No, hang on.

White male.

It's Gavrik. Positive ID.

You are a go Alpha 3.

Always when I'm on my break.

Alpha 1, stay two streets away.

Do not let them see you.

They're stopping.

They seem to be heading towards the Denham Club.

Okay, I'm pulling over.

I'm gonna follow on foot.

It's Towers.

Control, they're meeting the Home Secretary.

Harry, my cardiologist will swing for you.

What the hell are you doing skulking around in my drive?

You smuggled a senior member of the Russian cabinet

into this country without briefing the security services.

I'd quite like to know why.

How dare you challenge me like this.

My God, after I supported you, stood up for you.

I couldn't say anything, damn it.

They were the terms. - Terms?

You were about to be told.

We're getting into bed with Russia, Harry.

Secret, high-level talks over the next few weeks.

The aim is nothing short of a new special relationship.

A special relationship with Russia?

America is getting more isolationist by the day.

We need a new friend and Russia doesn't have

quite the same image problems in the Middle East.

Gives us a chance to seem a little more chummy

with whatever new regimes pop up there.

Oh, get your head out of the Cold War, Harry.

Gavrik is their lead negotiator.

That man has personally executed British assets.

- He asked for you. - What?

He admires you greatly.

That's why he wants you involved

on the security operation during the talks.

That's why you were reinstated.

Now, there's a bash for the Russians tomorrow night,

diplomatic reception doo-dah

to give them a cover reason to be here.

I want you there making nice with the old enemy.

Can I rely on you, Harry?

You can rely on me, Home Secretary.

I know you and Gavrik were intertwined.

Anything I should know?

Nothing springs to mind.

Good.

There are people already on their way.

I've triggered an alarm.

No you haven't.

I didn't expect you to recognize me.

The last time you saw me I was a child.

I know about my mother, Tourmaline.

Sasha?

That's a Stechkin.

You're FSB.

Tell me one thing before I kill you.

Do you ever think about the lives you ruin?

I don't know what you mean.

Stop.

She's a spy for the west.

Turned by you to spy on her country,

on her husband, my father.

Your best Russian asset since '81.

Someone spun you quite a yarn.

I found this six weeks ago.

She'd hidden it.

A request for information from you.

Your codes, your cipher, your MI5 code name.

It led me to everything else.

Do you deny you wrote it?

I don't think I can.

You could have shot me the moment I came in here,

which makes me think that perhaps killing me

is not your only option.

No, just the most attractive.

And of course, you're not stupid enough to believe

that I'm the only person who knows

that your mother is still active.

You burn her file, sever all contact,

and then you can leave.

I told no one else what I know, yet.

If you've discovered a spy,

you really should report it to your superiors.

I am part of my parents' protection detail.

I'll be watching you.

And you send her a message.

You tell her that her work for you is complete

and you say goodbye.

She's given you 30 years.

Let her go.

Or I'll be seeing you again.

You feeling too British for a hug?

Too American for a handshake?

- My goodness. - Diplomacy in action.

You look well, Jim.

Well, younger wife.

Gianna's 39.

I see her talking to guys her age, next thing you know

I'm on something called an elliptical trainer.

Now, I know it's early, but I am damned

if I'm gonna toast our reunion with pub coffee.

Single malt? - With water

as a concession to the youth of the hour.

I've missed that shit.

And a vodka tonic on the tab.

So, I was surprised to hear you were in London.

Has the interrogation begun already?

Not at all.

I'm just feeling slighted that you didn't look me up.

Ah, we're still buddies, hell.

Shall we?

Langley just doesn't want our hands

in each other's pockets anymore.

Middle East is turning itself inside out.

My bosses think you guys are too close to the action.

- That's ridiculous. - Yeah, maybe.

But Tripoli to London's only a three-hour flight.

So, what brings you to London?

I'm keeping an eye on your deal with the Russians.

That's all.

What do you think? - How did you

find out about that? - Hmm.

I'll pass on that one, Mr. Quizmaster.

Yeah, I don't know how much you know about this, Harry,

but this thing goes through,

you guys are gonna be more of a poodle to Moscow

than you ever were to us.

So, what's it to Uncle Sam?

I thought he wanted out of this relationship.

Well, it doesn't mean he wants you to start

seeing other people.

That's gonna knock the whole thing off balance.

Have the president call the prime minister.

He will, when the time's right.

Right now we're hoping your government's

gonna come to its senses on its own.

And we don't wanna play the bully boys.

Well, not this time anyway.

Now, why don't you stop flirting,

introduce me to the monkey you got on your back.

Elena Gavrik.

Now that is a blast from the past.

That's what I'm keen to ascertain.

Excuse me?

Have you had recent contact with her?

We burnt her file in '84.

And you were none too pleased.

Now, I don't recall there being

much of a consultation process,

but I wouldn't go back on it.

And hey, it was you that had the connection to her.

- I have to go. - Harry,

I really do still think of us as friends, you know.

I know.

You shaved two years of your wife's age.

Gianna is 41. You still trying to impress me, James?

Harry, I've reformed data

from the remains of the laptop.

It's Ilya Gavrik, his itineraries,

likely protection measures, blood type,

distinguishing features

All the information you need for an assassination.

This is a kill order.

Our target took out Witt and now he's coming for Gavrik.

This was on the drive too.

Architectural blueprints. Pull out.

I've just seen this.

I've just been reviewing the security schematic.

It's Bannon Hall, the venue for the Russian reception.

They're gonna move on Gavrik tonight.

Inform the FSB that this will be a joint security op.

Don't let 'em give you any jurisdiction bollocks.

This should be interesting.

There's a lot of people who want Gavrik dead,

but I still don't see where Max Witt fits in.

I think I do.

- You're still running Elena? - I'm not running Elena.

I didn't write that.

Someone posing as me contacted Elena via Max.

But that means they know all your codes.

That's all your MI5 communique protocols.

It's a breach at the highest level.

How did you get this?

Sasha Gavrik, Elena's son.

He's an FSB officer.

He was waiting for me at home last night,

put a gun in my face.

He found that message and believes what it suggests,

that I'm still running her.

He's demanded I break off all contact immediately,

which I'm powerless to do.

So, someone wants information from Elena

to get to her husband?

Max Witt realizes it isn't the real Harry Pearce,

tries to contact you and he gets killed for his trouble.

I have to talk to Elena.

See what other intel she's passed on to my impersonator.

Well, that's risky.

If she's exposed, the partnership falls through.

Well, what choice do we have?

Look, I have to go tonight as a guest.

It'll be a chance to talk to Elena.

I have a plus one.

Will you help? - Sure.

I'm sorry, I realize it's hardly

the perfect night out, but-

Well, we've had worse.

Very glamorous. - Yes.

We'll fit in perfectly.

- Report. - Perimeter secure.

Got you all on GPS.

Calum? - The Russians are vetting

the staff, on site scans are clear,

no trace of explosives or weapons coming in,

every guest and staff member cleared on a database.

- Okay? - I'm fine.

Ilya?

Harry Pearce, I thought we'd grow old

and die without ever meeting.

Thought or hoped?

Elena, I've been unfaithful to you.

I thought about this man every day, every night

for many years.

Am I supposed to know what my husband is talking about?

Forgive me, I'm Harry Pearce

and this was all a very long time ago.

- Should I introduce myself? - Oh, sorry.

Rachel Wallace, this is Ilya and-

- Rachel. - Elena Gavrik.

Lovely to meet you Rachel.

These two are making eyes at each other.

You and I should get a drink.

Leave them to their nostalgia.

You see the door in the corner of the room.

You need to go through it at exactly

two minutes past eight by the main wall clock.

Fresh peaches, that is the difference.

To your health.

It's been at least six months

since someone wanted to kill me.

I was beginning to feel underappreciated.

It's not too late to cancel.

Oh no, I won't be intimidated.

I never have been, I never will be.

I hear you've had problems recently, Harry.

I hope they're behind you. - Well, standing here

talking to you, I don't feel as if anything is behind me.

Hmm.

But you've done rather better Ilya.

Couple of hundred million, wasn't it?

Oh, I was lucky.

Like so many former KGB men.

Strange how the guardians of the Soviet state

were the first to loot its corpse.

Friends shouldn't judge each other.

And it looks like we are to be close friends.

Well, will you excuse me a minute?

Yes, of course.

- Ms. Evershed? - Ah, actually,

it's Ms. Wallace tonight, Home Secretary.

Oh, balls, have I ruined everything?

No, no, not at all.

Just speak normally, please. - Right, yes, of course.

I just wanted to say that report

our mutual friend prepared on you is impressive read.

It strikes me that you been somewhat under promoted.

Well, I've never really thought about it.

- Home Secretary? - Yes.

Once more to the breach.

Do think about it.

Sir, this area is off limits to guests.

Sorry, I'm looking for the bathroom.

It's this way.

All units, check in.

Oh my God, I am so sorry.

Sorry.

- We have to meet. - On Friday at the Opera House

for day rehearsals.

I can be there alone.

Don't try to contact me through the old method,

it's too dangerous.

Call this number using a clean phone.

Don't say anything.

Wait for 10 seconds if the meeting's on, then hang up.

- Am I in danger? - Yes.

I'm with the FSB team leader.

We've got non-responsive unit down here.

No exterior breaches.

Must be someone already on the inside.

I'm running guest and staff logs against CCTV.

All units, missing staff member is a wine waiter.

They're everywhere.

Pull all staff off the floor now.

- Mm. - Success?

Shall we?

There you are.

Let us have a drink together.

Now, who has a good toast?

- To old enemies. - New friends.

Nadia?

Code six. Get the minister and his wife out of here now.

Russian officer down.

Attack in progress.

He's not a waiter anymore.

Repeat, the assassin's changed clothes.

All units stop moving, I repeat, stand still.

Harry, behind Gavrik, right shoulder.

Drop the weapon.

Go, go, go.

- Are you all right? - I'm fine.

He's in the east wing service corridor.

Stop!

Target down.

It's me.

Collison's dead.

No, no trail.

Yes. Otherwise a complete success.

Marcus Collison, ex services, British-born mercenary

of the most expensive kind.

Whoever wanted Gavrik killed outsourced it.

The phone we found on him

had five recent calls from Chechnya.

So, in terms of exactly who ordered the hit,

it's a case of pick a warlord.

Well done, everyone, tonight, thank you.

Calum, '6 need a full debrief

before they can act in Chechnya.

Make sure they get everything we have on this.

Already done.

Gotta give it to him, he's good.

- Yeah. - I sort of hate him for it.

Why do we do it?

- Hmm? - This job.

You first.

I actually enjoy it,

but there's probably something wrong with me.

Probably?

Let me guess what your evening has in store.

You're gonna go home to your spotless, minimalist flat,

steam fish, and brush up on your Ukrainian economic history.

A quick thousand abdominal crunches,

and then your usual three-hour sleep?

Guess I must be pretty easy to read.

- Mommy! - Hey.

Hi, Mommy.

Hey, you been a good girl for granny?

- Yes. - Do you promise?

- Yes. - Come here, you.

- I love you, mommy. - Oh, I love you too.

They say the past is a foreign country.

One that's difficult to leave, it would seem.

I've been wondering how a contract killer

or his Chechen warlord employer

would go about obtaining the top level intel

that they would need to pose as you.

What aren't you telling me, Harry?

Elena wasn't just an asset.

We were lovers.

You burnt her because of your relationship?

Sounds simple when you put it like that.

Nothing about this is simple, Harry.

But we can unpick it together.

But the first thing we have to do is deal with Sasha Gavrik.

Put him out of action.

We can't.

Why not?

Because he's my son.