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Ah.

We haven't met.

I'm putting out
rubbish, obsessively.

Do you want me
to take it downstairs
for you?

No. No, no,
it's fine.
I'll do it later.

I've been living here
for a year and I've never
caught sight of you.

I'm Nancy Pierpan.

I'm wondering
if I could ask you
in for a drink.

But you seem
to have company.

Exactly.

That is why I am
asking you in.

So you started
a website?
That's right.

It's a place
where people
can make contact.

People find it easier
to talk to a machine
than they do direct.

Is that so?

Couples talk best
in the car

'cause they're side
by side,

they don't have to
look at each other.

Was it you
who noticed that?

That was my mum,
.actually.

Well, this has
been nice,

but bad news, Ralph,
I'm going to have
to throw you out.

What, do you mean
right now?

It's my fault.

I'd completely forgotten
that I promised to talk
to Johnny about his novel.

- Johnny writes novels?
- Yes.

Am I going
to see you soon?

Of course.
I'm going
to call you.

It was great to see
where you live.
Yes.

It was nice
for me, too.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry.
I want to apologize.

There's no need
to apologize.

I assume you asked
the young man back and
then changed your mind.

Yes, that's
what happened.

Whose novel is that?

I would love it if you
stayed and had a glass
of wine with me.

I can't. I've got
to go home.

It's because
I'm out of practice.

You'll have to explain.

Well, it's been a long time
since I asked anyone back.

And, um...
Has this ever
happened to you?

That you suddenly realize
you've made a mistake?

Huh.

And then, um...
I saw you on the
landing.

It was like you were
sent from God.

It's very strange
that I've never
seen you before.

Do you live
on your own?

I've got to work tonight,
if that's all right.

Oh, God,
I'm so sorry, l...

Call me if it
happens again.

It won't
happen again.

What are you
thinking, Johnny?

What have you
been thinking?

Why did you ask me
what was I thinking?
It's unbelievable.

Someone who's meant
to be responsible,

someone who's meant
to be my boss.

I thought it was funny.
No need to tell me.

Well, it isn't funny.
Not in a fucking lift.

Anger management,
Johnny.

I can send you on
a course if you like.

I don't ask you,
"What are you thinking?"

'Cause my mind's
a perfect blank,
that's why.

Things are that bad,
I got home last night
and watched The X Factor.

Yesterday was Tuesday,
X Factor's Saturdays,
so I know you're lying.

Not lying, testing.

Jill.
Morning, boys.

I'm coming your way
in half an hour.

Jill's office.

Morning, Muna.

So,
there's an awful lot
of stuff going on.

An awful lot of traffic.

What does that
mean? Intercept.

Among other things,

this building
is swimming
in information.

We have information
coming out of our ears.

So...

when someone
finally tells you
something important.

No reaction.

He thinks he can
be rude to me.

He thinks he can treat me
how he wants because
we had a wife in common.

In my case,
a long time ago.

All your wives are
a long time ago.

Is Jill need-to-know
on my wives?

Everyone knows about
your wives.

So my point is this.
I've called the two
of you together.

I want to share
a source.

Now, before we go
any further,
God's very excited.

Why is God excited?

I suppose like
all home secretaries,

God can't resist a file
marked "top secret".

You're going to read
this and you're going
to think, "Hold on.

"The Americans are
meant to be our allies."

I've never suffered
from that delusion.

And Johnny doesn't
believe in the special
relationship, do you?

They're not what you call
sharing partners, are they?

Even you can't claim
to have read it already.

I've seen certain words,
I gather we're back
in the Middle East.

We're always
in the Middle East.

I don't
like faith jobs.

I don't like anything
to do with faith.

Still no faith
yourself, Johnny?

The sun will rise
in the morning,

I'm going to have
a drink at 6:00.
That's my faith.

Really? A lot of people
in your church, are there?

Most people.
Most people
,are in my church.

You're going to want
to talk to me when
you've read it properly.

This country is under threat,
it's under serious threat.

Our problem is we can't
always tell you the
nature of the threat.

If we did, we'd be giving
away intelligence.

That's not something
I'm willing to...

This is
a bit close,
isn't it?

This place is
a bit close.
Rollo.

Thought this place
was crawling
with professionals.

That's why we're
eating at 11:30.

No one will see us,
except your friend.

How are you, Johnny?

And yourself?

I was hoping you could
help me with an inquiry.

What inquiry
is that?

She's called Nancy Pierpan.

Then she has
a beautiful name.

Do you know anything
about her?

Are we going to do
business before
we have lunch?

We're going to do
business over lunch.

You're not going
to let me have
a drink first?

He's putting on weight.
Well, you would know.

You haven't asked me
about my new job.

I read what you write,
but some of it goes
over my head.

Really? Don't you have
a double first?

I'm not really
clever, Rollo.

I don't have what they
call a first-class mind.
You were first class.

Sure. Look where
it got me.

I'm a journalist.

Do l?

What are the checks
gonna get me, huh?
A house in Tuscany?

When? With whom?
With the waiter?

Grazie.

Can't you go
and do some sort
of profile on her?

I work in
the foreign desk.

What possible interest
would I have
in Nancy Pierpan?

So you do know
who she is.

You were always
quick, Johnny.

Not too clever,
right enough,

but you are quick.

England's a small country,
isn't it?

You tell me.

I mean,
it's multi-cultural,
sure.

There's more chaps
named Shah, Patel.

But nothing's
really changed.

It's still run by
the same old crowd.

Is it? I don't know
who runs England.

The bankers did,
and look what
happened to them.

What I'm saying is
there's still an awful

lot of people named Baron,

and Worricker and Pierpan.

Nancy was born in Damascus.

Her father was an Arabist.

What sort of Arabist?
Romance of the desert,
that sort of thing?

Lawrence of Arabia?

Why do you need to know?

Because she's taking
an interest in me.

What sort of an interest?

Making a play?
Is she making a play?

She was putting out
the rubbish.

She pretended
it was a coincidence.

Well, aren't you flattered?

No.

What's the file?
Are you gonna
show it to me?

Do you know...

I don't think I am.

What is this?

They're saying
I need a new pass.

I was given a temporary.
What's going on?

Are you gonna
throw a wobbly?

Of course I'm not gonna
throw a wobbly.

When was the last time
I threw a wobbly?

Seven-seven.

Exactly. I threw
a wobbly because

suicide bombers killed
56 people on the
streets of London

and we had no idea
it was going
to happen.

I didn't throw a wobbly
because my pass
had been blocked.

No. You're really sweet.

Who changes the passes?

Who orders the passes
to be changed?

Who do you think?

Take this and
just make
sure it's done.

What did you
think of the file?

What did I think of it?

I haven't finished it yet.
I haven't absorbed it.

I hardly need say,
on no account

is that file to leave
the premises.

Gold standard.

I didn't know if
you'd make it.

I promised
I'd make it,
didn't l?

I thought you
were abroad.

Who told you that?

Mum said that
she always knows
where you are.

Does she? Paranormal,
is she? Physic?

Hey, Dad.

You're going to
have to explain
these to me.

Do you
want to have
dinner afterwards?

I thought you'd
have lots of young
men attendant.

You don't want to
have dinner with me.
Don't l?

I hate these things
more than you do.

Hello, Johnny.

Goodness, what are
you doing here?

I collect.
I collect your
famous daughter.

If there's anything you
can do to get me
a family price...

You still where
you used to be?

Of course I am.
I like it.
Why would I change?

And you, Max?
Defense. Defense
procurement.

Mmm.

That's one business
that's never
going to suffer.

Recession-proof.

And these days
I also raise
a little money,

you know,
for the party.

Don't look at me,
I'm apolitical.

You're "a" everything,
aren't you, Johnny?

You'll have to choose
sides one day,
you know.

Remember, you will get
killed in the middle
of the road.

Did you get
my invitation?
Did l? Remind me.

I wrote you,
college reunion.

Oh, yes, I think
I did get something.

Give me your card,
I'll call you.

I don't have a card,
I have a website.

Wake up, Johnny.

Twenty-first century.

You again.

Why are you surprised?
It's my business,
knowing people.

Including your
daughter.

Beautiful.

That's what
I do, remember?
Put people in touch.

By the way,
how did Nancy
like your book?

How many novels
have you written?

Why do you
want to know?

Well, I'm asking you.
I'm asking you
a civil question.

It's my first.

So?

You haven't said
what you thought.
No.

Why not?

Don't look at me
like that.

Why not?

Because
I never could refuse you.

You could tell me
the truth.

For once in your life,
you might try
telling me the truth.

Only if you insist.

I insist.

All right. They look like
works of despair.

If the despair
isn't real,

then I don't like them
because they're fake,
they're unfelt.

They're avant-garde
protest and nothing more.

But if the despair
is real,

then that hurts,
too, because...

Because you're
my daughter,

and I don't want
you to suffer.

They're not fake.

So what bothers you?
If I'm unhappy,
then it's your fault?

They make you feel guilty?
The absent father,
the evasive father.

The pictures are morbid.

They're morbid,
Julianne.

Okay, I can see it may
be my problem to do
with getting older,

but why do you want
to piss on life before
you've even lived it?

I don't think you should
say any more.

I was wondering...

That young man
you were talking to.

Which one?

I think his name
is Ralph.
Ralph Wilson.

You're working.

Fuck. You're not even
talking to me,
you're working.

Oh, come on, let me
take you home.
No.

I don't want you
anywhere near me.

Do you have any honest
relationships at all?

How did I know?
How did I know this?

Know what?

That you would
come to my door.
You look unhappy.

Do you want
some company?

I'll come to your place.

I'm getting
red wine.

I'd prefer whisky.
Do you mind?

Mmm, you had
a rough day.

So how old's your
daughter, then?

She's... Let's see,
mid-20s.

I split up from her
mother when Julianne
was very young.

Here you go.

That's not true.

I'm going to tell
you the truth.

I split up with her
when she was pregnant.

Why did you do that?

Because I was in love
with someone else.

You fall in
love easily.

Perhaps that's why
my daughter
doesn't trust me.

It was hard for her,

watching her father
keep losing
his heart.

Hmm. Children don't
like that.
No.

Tonight, I felt I had
the right to say what
I thought about her work.

Clearly I didn't.

Same thing's true
with writers.

Well, you can say
what you like about
their personalities

because they think,
"Oh, I can change,
I can improve."

But work's different.

What about you?

Isn't your father
a writer?
Joseph Pierpan.

Writer and
activist. Yeah.

Must be odd,
having a famous father.

I'm actually surprised
you've heard of him.

Just how famous
can you be in Syria?

You were born
in Damascus?
Yes.

My brother was killed
by the Israelis.

When?

What was he doing?

Trying to stop the Israelis
from knocking down a house.

The Israelis were
building a wall through
the occupied territories

and the wall went
right through the house.

Been in that part
of the world?

What were you doing?

Oh, you know.

I don't know,
you're going
to have to tell me.

I was on holiday.

On the West Bank?

Where else do you
go on holiday?

Darfur? Afghanistan?

Maybe this is
the moment...

...to tell me
what's going on.

Nothing's going on.

My life was changed
when my brother was killed.

He was killed
by the Israeli
Defense Force.

Nothing they
say makes...

...any sense, we don't
believe a word of
the official inquiry.

So... It's hard enough
to grieve, isn't it?

I mean...

...grief is hard enough
anyway but...

...when you
don't know the truth...

...everything freezes
and you can't move on.

All right, let's just
forget about it.

I asked you
in for a drink,
that's all.

I'm like you,
I go to work,

I get through
the day.

Since Jake died,
I haven't
been interested

in making friends.

Please, it's nothing
dramatic.

I'm not asking
for anything, but...

You seem a nice man.

You see,
it's almost unbearable.

The way she looks.

She's so
desperately in love
with Lester Young,

she can scarcely bear
it when he plays.

♪ He wears high-draped pants ♪

All the same...

She doesn't forget
when it's her turn.

♪ He wears high-draped pants ♪

Julianne, I wish
I could find you.

I wish I knew
where you were.

I made a fool
of myself tonight.

And it's not
the first time.

You were right
to be angry.

All right, let's start
the bloody meeting.

God knows, you're hard
enough to get
hold of, Benedict.

You're far grander
than I am.

Would you
like me to get you

a cup of coffee,
Home Secretary?

Some mineral water?

I had no idea you
were going to be
invited, Johnny.

Well, I am.

This is going
to need long
hours, Minister.

It's going to
need expertise
and judgement.

As my mother used to say,
"A problem shared
is a problem halved."

So, what's your next move?
Give the whole thing

to the Daily Mirror?
Post it on the internet?

I'm trying hard
not to be offended,
Home Secretary.

Please try.

Home Secretary,
do you want to
come back in

and restart this
meeting at a lower
level of tension?

I don't know about
anyone else,

but I've got
a heart condition.

I've got fatty deposits
on my arteries.
I have a stent.

Benedict, I can take
this file out of the room,
across the river to SIS,

and your department
will be royally fucked.

The service has
been royally
fucked many times.

Usually by
your government
jumping on us

like Rover
with a hard-on,

and we've always
survived the experience.

Oi, out.

With respect, Minister,
politicians come and go.

I've counted them
in and I've counted
them out.

And if you want
to get rid of me,
you can.

That's on the record,
by the way.

I'd like to go walking
in Patagonia.

I've heard
the wildlife there
is extraordinary.

- Johnny went.
- I did.

He loved it.

So if you want
a new DG,
go ahead, get one.

I'll gather up
my whole family
and take them

on a packet boat
to Antarctica.

And a double bonus,
I won't be around
for the end

of the Atlantic Alliance.

Anthea, it won't have
happened on my watch.

Okay, what are the
Americans up to?

The Americans are up
to what we've always

suspected they were up to.

This is different.
This is proof.

If this is true.
They have prisoners

all over the world who
don't officially exist
on black sites.

Hmm.
So it appears.

Unknown sites that
don't exist either.

Not officially.

And these prisoners
are telling them things

which they then
don't have the
courtesy to tell us.

Well, worse than that.
Specifically,
the Americans

are failing to keep
us abreast

of things that
are happening
on our own doorstep.

Dangerous things.

If we're willing to
trust intelligence
obtained by torture.

Quite.

Where did
you get this?

Well,
I thought that might
be your next question.

It is my
next question.

Thought it
might be.

And don't give me
any of that
Jesuitical bullshit

about not revealing
your sources.

I can't reveal
my sources.

Benedict, you and I can
play the game...

Seems like
we've already begun.

But at the end
of the road,
you work for me.

Remember, the people
don't vote for you,
they vote for me.

They don't like
the people who
work in the dark.

They don't know the people
who work in the dark.

If they did,
would they be
reassured?

My view is we go
to the Americans.
No.

We speak to the
Americans direct.

No.

We tell them we know
what they know.

That they have
a network of sites

where they're illegally
detaining and torturing
prisoners.

We frighten them by
naming the sites.

Thailand, Afghanistan,
Morocco, Poland,
Romania.

Show them
we're not idiots.

Why not?

Because what?

that they've been
lying to you.

You have to think
through
the implications.

Are you saying
I haven't?

You also have to remember
that going back
to the Americans

might endanger my source.

You'd need
my permission.

What would you
prefer me to do?

Right now?

If it were my call?

Right now, I'd prefer
you to do nothing.

If you want me to
do nothing, why did
you give me the file?

Because I don't want
you to be able to say
I didn't give you the file.

Further down the road?

You gave me the file
so that I would
do nothing?

I gave you the file
so that you would
know everything.

Makes sense.

Johnny Worricker
thinks it makes sense.

Johnny's an
excellent judge.

Weak on tactics occasionally,
but strong on strategy.

Is that what you think?
You back Johnny, do you?

Johnny's my best friend
since Cambridge.

Well, then perhaps best
friend can tell us

what the argument
for doing nothing is.

The argument for doing
nothing, Minister,

is that as yet you
know so little.

And you shouldn't move
until you know more.

Continue.

One simple thing:
Her Majesty's
Government

has always denied
complicity in torture.

You've stood
up in Parliament
many times,

you've said it
in the press.

Changing the story
is going to be
embarrassing.

Well, it's only going
to be embarrassing
if people find out.

Oh.
How will they find out?

Why would this intelligence
leave this room?
Who here would leak it?

I hope that question
answers itself.

- I hope it does.
- I hope so, too.

And anyway, remember,
I thought the claims
were true at the time.

When I made the claims,
I didn't know
they were untrue.

That may or may not be
sufficient defense.

These things can
get messy, politically.

- And...
- What?

You said
"one simple thing".

What's the second
simple thing?

Oh. I haven't talked
to Benedict about
this, Minister.

So? Does best friend
need permission to speak?

Very well, it's this.
Has anyone actually
read this thing?

I don't mean cast
your eye over it,
I mean, read it.

Jill?

Home Secretary,
you say you
didn't know

the Americans had
these prisoners.

I didn't know.

And you had no proof
they'd been
torturing them.

I take your word.

But perhaps someone else
in your government did.

Someone else?

Take another look
at the bottom
of page eight.

- Page eight?
- Yes.

What's on page eight?
You haven't
read it, have you?

I thought not.

Page eight, please.

American source
quoted saying,

"Downing Street already
knows about this."

I imagine that's what
bothering Benedict.

There are two
possibilities,
aren't there?

Either our source is wrong

and the Americans lied
to all of us...

In which case,
Downing Street is
going to be furious...

Or our source is right,

and the Prime Minister
knew everything all along,

he just didn't bother
to tell you.

Now, I'm not sure
which of those two
possibilities you prefer.

It's been an
interesting meeting.

Thank you.
It has indeed.

I'm going to do as
you suggest and leave
this for a day or two.

Fine.

Johnny?

We'll reconvene.
Anna will be in touch.

You keep staring
at that painting.

It's from the government
art collection.

Don't blame me,
I didn't choose it.

Actually,
it was painted
by my daughter.

Christ, then you're
in more trouble
than I am.

Thank you.

I'm glad
you said that.

I'm sorry?
About page eight.

I was hoping someone
would say it.

Glad it was you.

Oh, okay.

I wasn't sure.
I wasn't sure
whether to speak.

No, that was
a good move.

It means the
game's in play.

You. Need
to talk to you.
Need a word, urgently.

Not here.
Somewhere discreet.

Traditionally, it's the
stationary cupboard.

What were you doing?

At that meeting.
What were you up to?

What was I up to?

I was doing my job.
I'm an intelligence
analyst,

I was analyzing
intelligence.

What's wrong
with that?

First thing wrong,
you never mentioned it.

You blurt out this
extraordinary allegation

before you talk to us,
before you tell us.

What's happened to you?
Suddenly you
can't speak? Well?

Do you know the source?
Do you trust the source?

Of course I don't
know the source.
I don't need to.

You don't need to?

Come on, Jill.
If Ben says it's good,
it's good.

Oh, right.
I forgot you were at
college together.

That just about sums up
this whole fucking place.

What's the problem, Jill?
I don't get the problem.

When are you
gonna wake up?

There's a revolution
going on. You don't
seem to have noticed.

What sort of
revolution is that?

You live in the past.

You still think there's
something called pure
intelligence.

The world's changed.
Brits are been
killed by Brits.

They're being killed
on British streets.

Oh, fuck.

If you don't know
what I'm saying,

I'm not gonna spell it
out for you.

Why don't you
spell it out?

Get your hands off me.
I'm not one of
your conquests.

What are you gonna do?
Charge me with assault
in a cupboard?

You asked me in,
remember?

I'll counter-sue
for enticement.

Sure, if you're still
here next week.

The Prime Minister,
Alec Beasley, today described

Britain and America as two
countries with shared
values and common purposes.

"Nothing, " he said,
"could divide
our two countries

"in the worldwide fight
against terror."

The Prime Minister is
visiting Washington at
the request of the President.

Well, it's great to be here.
For me, it's home from home.

- Oh, I see.
- What?

You're just
gonna go home.
Yes, do you mind?

I was thinking
of going home.

It's choir practice
in 40 minutes,
and the M4 is hell.

And you're not
gonna tell me
what you're up to?

Me?

Yes, Ben.

That's my question.

It's pretty obvious,
I would have thought.

I put a bomb
in the water

and I'm waiting
to see where
the dead fish land.

And you didn't
think it best
to warn me first?

Or am I one of the fish?

If you don't trust me, Ben,
who do you trust?

Distrust is
a terrible habit.

Do you find that?

There's a fine line,
isn't there, between
calculation and deceit?

Must do better.

You're right,
I should have shown
you page eight.

Johnny, I'm sorry.

Good. Tomorrow,
we're gonna talk
it over, you and l.

And we won't do it
on the fourth floor,

because this is
about the survival
of the department

and the prime minister.

The coffee shop
in Ebury Street?
When?

Ten o'clock.

The old team.

Well,
I think, um...

So, what did
you call it?

Emma?
Yes.

It's me.

Do you have any idea
what time it is?
I knew you'd be up.

I'm feeding the chickens.

The point is this.
I've had a row
with Julianne.

Yes, she told me.

She had every right
to be angry.

She asked you to stay
because she wanted
to tell you something.

What did
she want to tell me?

That she's having a baby.

- I don't believe you.
- It's true.

She's pregnant.

Do you know
who the father is?

I don't.
She hasn't told me.

She hasn't told you?

Johnny, it's the
21st century.

How many more times?
People keep saying that

like it justifies
everything,

every piece of stupidity.

Julianne isn't being stupid.
She knows what she's doing.

She wouldn't take
it on if she couldn't
see it through.

Well, is she all right?

She was.

When will I see her?

Johnny, you need
to watch out.

Who was that?

So you gave him
the news?

One egg, or two?

I'm sorry.

I wanted to see you
were all right.

I'm all right.

It's funny,
I came to find
you last night.

Sounded as if
you had company.

Why did you come
looking for me?

Oh, because
I bought you a CD.

Can I come in?

Yes. Yes, you
can come in.

Wow.

I know.

It's a little
overwhelming.

I started collecting
years ago.

Believe it or not,
I started with 100 pounds.
It grew from there.

You've got
good taste.

That's Christopher Wood.

There's no plan.
And I've just always
bought what I've liked.

It must be worth
a fortune.

Yeah. But that's not
why I do it.

My second wife had
very good taste.

How many wives
have you had?

Fewer than five.

Do you really
have it?
What?

The CD.

Of course. Why...
Why would I lie to you?

Lester Young.

Thank you.

My daughter's
pregnant.

It turns out
that's what the row
was about.

I thought
it was about art,
but it wasn't.

She knew I was going
to be upset because

I don't think
the father's around,

so she was frightened
that I'd judge her.

I don't really know
what is it you do.

I assume you're some sort
of Secret Service.

On the other
night I was
pissed off

because you
wouldn't tell me.

What makes you think
I'm in the security services?

Because most people
can tell you why they
visit the Middle East.

And, uh, the person
I was with last night
was my dad.

Oh, I see. He's in London?

Did you just
work that out?

Was that your
professional training?

No, it's more my nerves.

Why are you nervous?

Because I find myself
confiding in you.

Do you?
Do you really?

Or are you
just pretending?

Well, I think
it's brilliant,

because I can tell
everyone I know

I live opposite
a spy.

I'd rather you
didn't, but...

Don't you
think we have
to be honest?

You and l?

I mean,
isn't it important
at this point?

- Yes?
- Johnny.

Emma.

It's not about Julianne.

Then what is it about?

Yesterday,
stock exchanges
reacted sharply

to demonstrations
throughout the Arab world.

The chancellor said,
"These are volatile times."

You should
come down right away.

The sooner
you get here,
the better.

Fine.

Hold on.
Worricker's here.

Okay, I've got
to go. Goodbye.

What's the verdict?

There's a coroner coming.

Of course,
real coroner.

Oh, you're going
to examine him,
are you?

That's going
to help, is it?

Who did you call first?

Downing Street.

Are you from
Downing Street?

I was asked
to take charge.

You're not taking
charge, I am.

Where's Julianne?

I'm not sure.

Have you
rung her yet?

I might
have guessed.

You're going
through his stuff.

Not going through it,
taking it away.

Then you'll go
through it.

Do you think with
his podgy fingers,

he could work
that thing?

I was there when he had
his first heart attack.

I was there
for the second.
They were identical.

The doctor warned
him, he said,

"You're living
an injury time."

So you're not going
to tell me there's
anything suspicious.

I don't want
a circus.
I know.

And I most certainly
don't want
a territorial spat

with that woman
downstairs.

Had he talked
about dying?

He was worried
about the future.

But he said
whatever mess
he left behind,

he could trust you
to clear it up.

Benedict was honest
and hard-working.

And he looked
things in the eye.

So I'd say it's
important that you
don't let him down.

Julianne,
it's your father.

I've got bad news.

Can you call me?

Or call your mother.

I may be
hard to get
hold of for a while.

Did he say he'll
take over?

You must be
Mr. Worricker?

Joseph Pierpan.

My daughter's told me
so much about you.
How is she?

Nancy says you
know a lot of
influential people.

You work at
the Home Office.

Oh, she told you.

My son was murdered.

Can you imagine?

And I am daily mocked
by people who refuse

to admit who
did it and why.

Do you have children?

A daughter.

I'm not going
to detain you.

But it would mean
the world to us
if you could help.

This is kind of you.

Why is it kind of me?

Don't you think
it might be what
I want as well?

What are
they saying
up your way?

Well, they're saying
it was a heart attack.

Do you have any reason
to think differently?
You went up there.

Yeah, I saw
the guilty egg.

We were at
university together.

Ben was my tutor.

We even went
on the Vietnam
marches together.

He recruited me.

First, it was
counter-espionage,

then counter-terrorism.
There's no difference.

He still said it was
dishonorable work

you could do
in an honorable way.

The better man?

I betrayed my wife
and he married her.

I never knew if
he did it for her
or if he did it for me.

Whichever.

I'm in his debt.

He was an all-round
decent person.

When's your husband
getting back?

He's not getting back.

Because we had
a disagreement.

Yeah, I'm up
the Swanee.

I work for an
unprincipled maniac.

God, she's as mean
as cat meat.

And meanwhile,
I am trying to
hold down

my pathetic
high-powered job.

You want to get out?

I don't have
the courage.

I don't have
the guts.

They're gonna
go after you,
you know that.

Tell me.

Jill Tankard took me
into a cupboard

and told me there
was no such thing
as pure intelligence.

Well, then.

They don't trust you.

They're gonna use
Benedict's death.

There's gonna be
a departmental
shake-up.

They've been
setting you up.

Setting me up? How?

They're gonna say
you put Benedict
up to it.

It was you that gave
Benedict the source.

I didn't. I didn't give
him his source.

I only saw the file
for the first time
this week.

I know that.

I'm sure.
But they don't care.

They are gonna
tie a tin can
around your tail

and run you out
of the building.

They don't like
you, Johnny.

It's personal.

Do they have a reason?

Well, the usual reason.
They think you're
anti-American.

I'm not.

All right, then,
they just feel

that you have more
fun than they do.

I've got a question.

I mean, I don't mind
if you don't answer.

Well, I don't mind.
I'll answer anything.

When I said,
"l only saw the file

"for the first time
this week,"

you said, "l know."

Oh, yeah, so?

It's important, Anna.
How do you know?

How do you know
I hadn't seen the file?

I know

because when
I started sleeping
with you,

I made a decision.

I decided
to trust you.

It's a bit arbitrary,
isn't it?

Yes.

But so far you've
never let me down.

North Utsire, northerly,

becoming cyclonic
four or five,

occasionally six in far north.
Becoming variable three later.

Fair, good.

South Utsire,
north-westerly
five or six,

veering easterly
or south-easterly,
four or five.

Becoming variable three
later. Fair, good.

Nothing if not
predictable.

Shit.

Johnny? Johnny?

Are you there?
It's Jill.

I'm answering.
Good morning, Jill.

Have you forgotten?
We're due to meet,

- we've got a meeting.
- Well, that's it.

Problem is, I've got that
tickle you get at the
back of your throat

when you know
you're gonna be ill.

Where are you,
exactly?

Aren't I at home?
I'm in Battersea, aren't I?

That's not what
it says here.

This is hardly the day
to go undercover.

Goodness,
you're playing
with the toys.

Are you playing
silly buggers?
No, not at all.

I thought it was you
that was playing silly
buggers, very much so.

After what
happened yesterday,
we're on amber.

Everyone's got
to open their safe.

I'm happy
to open my safe.

There's nothing in it
but half a bottle of brandy
and some shaving cream.

But I... I can't
do it today.

Not if the whole
department's
to avoid the flu.

You think with
Benedict gone,
you move up a peg.

But you don't,
you move down.

I hope to God you know
what you're doing.

Oh, Mr. Eliot,
I thought
I heard you.

Mrs. Ashanti.

It's been so long
since we saw you.

I've been travelling.
I'm only in this country
for a couple of days.

The death
has been announced
of Benedict Baron,

the director general of MI5.

Baron will be remembered
for his policy

of making the security
service more accountable.

Under his direction,
the secretive organization...

The Road House.
Rather a come-down,
isn't it?

Isn't this where
you used to meet
Gerry Adams?

Is it, Rollo?
You'd know better
than me.

So, who are you
this time?

My name's Eliot,
after the poet.

Mmm? Eliot who?

Tom Eliot, you idiot.

Never heard of him.
What does he do?
Christmas cards?

- Two coffees, please.
- Sure.

You vanished.

Good. Do I owe you?

No, it's fine.
The paper paid.

You can open it.

Well, she's perfect,
isn't she?
Is she? Tell me.

Well, if they'd
invented her,

they couldn't have
done a better job.

You gonna have
to tell me
who they are?

I'm assuming that
she is Nancy.

Is there anyone else
in your life?

Nobody at all?

Well, Nancy is
a perfectly
pitched creation.

Is she?
Is she a creation?

If you want
to know, yeah.
It all stacks up.

Yes, she did have
a romantic-looking
brother,

who was indeed killed.

And yeah, there was
one of those Israeli
Army inquiries

where they concluded
the Israeli Army never
does anything wrong.

Her father is indeed
an impeccable
Arab scholar,

living a quiet
and saintly life
in Damascus.

There she is, Johnny.
The wronged woman,
the grieving sister.

Waiting for you,
brilliantly rehearsed,

learnt her lines,
ready to go.

What are you saying?
Too good to be true?

I didn't ask you to
pimp for me, Rollo.

Nor did I ask you
to vet a girlfriend.

She's not a girlfriend,
she's a neighbor.

Oh, she's kind of
a fantasy neighbor,
,isn't she?

Perfect for an old spy
who's lost faith
in the old values.

I haven't lost faith.

Haven't you?

The purpose of
intelligence is
to find the truth,

not to confirm
what we already
believe.

We're meant to look
for what's there,

not for what we want
to be there.

Come on, Johnny.
Once they wanted
communists,

we gave them
communists.

Now they want Arabs,
we give them Arabs.

Thank you.

They decide what
they're looking for,
we find it for them.

What has really
changed? Nothing.

Look, I know what
you're going through.

You must be in
a tricky place, Rollo.

It was a bad day
for Ben.

It wasn't a great
day for me.

Ben ran his own agents
and he kept them close.

So there are quite
a few people waking
up in your position.

Benedict did a good
job on you.

The whole service
believes that you
leaked security secrets

to a newspaper in return
for money because that's
what Benedict told them.

There's a flap
going on,
isn't there?

A turf war,
that's what
I'm hearing.

Are you? Where are
you hearing that?

Don't give me that
"answer a question

"with a fucking
question" lark, Johnny.

I didn't go on the
interrogation course,
I wrote it, remember?

Sorry.

I just went to Israel
for you on what could
be a wild-goose chase.

All right, I dipped
into the Tel Aviv
beach scene,

I got tanned
on every inch
of my sexy body.

But even so,
you owe me this.

All right.
What this is about...

Benedict had proof
the Americans

have sites,
black sites.

Of course they do.

we can tell you exactly
where they are,

we can draw the map.

Why is that news?
That's not news.

You could hear the screams
for the last ten years.

Little bits
of intelligence,

we're so careful
not to enquire

too closely where
they came from.

They came from
torture chambers,
we knew that.

We guessed, we didn't
have evidence.

And this is
actually different.

Why? Why is it different?

Because it establishes
who knew.

Who's known all along.

So, who knew?
Who knew the sites?

Our prime minister.

Our prime minister knew.

I see.

Party of one, is it?
Dining alone?

Too right, table by
the fucking window.

Our prime minister had access
to American intelligence

which might have helped
save British lives,

and he didn't tell us.

He didn't tell anyone.

Okay. Okay,
I'm getting
a picture here.

Good. I'm glad
you're getting
a picture, Rollo.

Presumably
our prime minister
didn't tell us

because he doesn't
trust us?

Correct.

And he didn't tell
his home secretary

because he doesn't
trust her either.

Correct.

is that right?

'Cause he stands alone,
the true savior
of his nation.

And everyone else,
except for him,

is a wishy-washy
liberal fuck.

They don't believe.

Then what happened?

How?

Yeah, but a source
of his own. A source's
name you don't know.

That's the
interesting bit.

What does Benedict do,
in that situation,
on discovering

that his prime minister
hides secrets from his
own security service?

Of all the things that
Ben could do,
what does he do?

Remember your
first day, Rollo.
First day in the service.

Of course, Monday morning,
10:00 a.m.,

you give
the first lecture.

And what did I say?

"Never share intelligence
you don't need to share."

Consider. Benedict is given
lethal information about
his prime minister.

And what does
he do with it?

He gives it to Anthea.
He gives it to you.

What was his plan, then?

Bring down
the government?

Weather's changing.

Certainly is.

Feels like the end
of an era.

As for me,
I'm fucked.

Live out my life
inventing stories

for a national
newspaper.

Can't even come
to the funeral.

Rollo. Rollo,
you have me.

Sure. How long are
you gonna last?

Mon dieu.

Oh.

I thought
it would be you.

Don't be
ridiculous. Why?

Because I dreamed
of you this morning.

I had my
Johnny dream.

Whoever taught you
to lie like that?

Who do you think?

So, how many years
since I saw you?

I guess five.

You sold me
a little Gertler,
remember?

You're sure?
You really want
to sell it?

Christopher Wood.
Died at 29.

Threw himself
under the train.

I wouldn't sell it,
if I were you.

I have to.

Bad times?

Why did you
bring it here?

There are places
in London you would
get much more.

Because you have a safe.

Because you
have cash.
How do you know?

Because you showed me.

Well, will you
take 60?

Do I have any choice?

Here.

Bel Ami by Hermes.

Well done.

That daughter of yours,
she's doing well?

Does she still
adore you?

I think she does,

she's just scared
of showing it,
that's all.

And you, Johnny?

Still winging it
on charm?

I'm late.
Thank you, Leona.

I've got to go.

Thanks, sir.

Hi.
Hi.

- Yes?
- Dad, it's me.

At last.
Where are you?

I've been
worried sick.

I know. I couldn't
leave Mum by herself.

Julianne, are you
at the farm?

Dad, a man came
to see me.

What man? Who?

I don't know.
He came to my studio.

He wanted to know
where you were.

What did you say?

I told him the truth.

I said I hadn't seen you,

then I packed a bag
and came up to Mum's.

Julianne, I'm going
to see you so soon,
I promise.

Stay at your mum's,
whatever you do.

I need to talk to you.

He said
they're looking for you.

Now, here's
a surprise.

Julianne,
I've got to go.
I'm sorry.

Stay where you
are, please.

Blow me down.
Thought the shy
boy wasn't coming.

I wasn't.

Oh, you know,
whim, caprice.

Good evening.

Amen.

Welcome.

Good evening.
Good evening,
Prime Minister.

The prime minister
will now say
a few words.

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

Well, I don't want to spoil
such a wonderful occasion
with a long speech.

As my daughter says,
"Daddy, you spoil
everything."

But I would like to say
a few words, if I may,
about liberal values

and the price of
defending them
in the modern world.

What do
you think?

What do you
think of him?

I don't know.
I've never known what
to make of him.

At least he believes
what he says.

Is that enough?

The prime minister
wants a word.

Not now.

Afterwards.

We'll tell
you when.

Sorry, it's past
1:00. He had
a long phone call.

The White House
doesn't admit

we're in a different
time zone.

Ah, Johnny.

It's been
a long time.
So it has.

I'm surprised you
could make it.

Why?

Really? Who told
you that?

Why? Isn't
it true?

Isn't it?

Oh, and having just
lost the DG,

I didn't think
you'd come.

I'm sorry, everyone,
but we're going to
need some privacy.

Please.

I remember when
peace first came
to Northern Ireland,

I took Ben for a drink.

In those days
I was just an MP.

Benedict said,
"The Cold War's over.
Northern Ireland's fixed.

"This could be
very bad news
for the service."

Well, all honor to Ben,
but it turned out
he was wrong.

On the contrary.

We're busier than ever.

That's the problem, isn't it?
There's so much intelligence.

Ceaseless intelligence,
and there's barely
time to consider it.

The difficult thing
being to decide
what's important.

That's right.

Basic point.

There are times
when the interests
of the government

and the interests
of the country
are coincident.

You can't put
a cigarette paper
between them.

Do you agree?

Do you agree?

So, I need to be clear.

I'm contemplating
reorganization.
Had you heard that?

As a matter of fact,
I had.

Oh, really. Who from?

Yes.

A department of
Homeland Security.

It'd be a popular move
after the failures
of the last ten years.

Let's have
a Royal Commission
to give us cover,

then let's reconfigure
the services entirely.

Why not?

I hardly need say
for everyone
already in place

it could mean
huge advancement.

Johnny?

Huge opportunity.

Or its opposite.

Right. You understand me.

There's one other thing
I'd like to discuss.

Before he died,
Benedict gave
you a file?

My own view is that
file should not have
been distributed.

And for that reason,
I'd like it returned.

Well?

I don't know
what to say.

I don't carry secret files
about my person,

so I don't have it
with me.

After all, I came
here tonight
for social reasons.

I find that very hard
to believe.

You don't strike me
as an overly sentimental
kind of person.

Didn't you come here
because you wanted
to talk to me?

I think we both
know we have a question
to answer, Prime Minister.

And what
question is that?

Why do you imagine
Benedict gave me the file?

You tell me.

Why did he do that?

I've no idea.

He showed it to
the home secretary.
Indeed.

What's your view,
given the sensitivity
of the subject matter?

My guess is Benedict
knew he was ill.

Sorry, he'd already
had a heart attack?

But also his arm
was dragging.
His arm?

I noticed at a meeting
with the home secretary.

It's a familiar sign.
He couldn't pick
up his papers.

What meeting was that?

He handed out the file
because he wanted
certain issues discussed.

He wanted everything
out in the open.

And so, whatever else,
we must respect
his wishes.

He was my friend.

So for me,
it's a matter of honor.

Honor?

Do you know the
famous saying about
the yellow box?

I've not
heard it, no.

"Do not enter the yellow box
unless your exit is clear."

I wonder where you
think your exit is?

I don't have
an exit, so I don't
have a strategy.

I'm not thinking
that far ahead.

I'm very conscious,
Prime Minister,

that I've been forced
into an area

closer to politics than
it is to security.

What I was
saying earlier...

In times of
national emergency,

the two are the same.

Nothing is more dangerous
than when people
make mischief

by trying to
separate them out.

But surely
that's something

you're going to have
to take up with
your home secretary.

Yes. I'm working
on that.

Right now,
I'm working on you.

All right.
If the file is correct,

it suggests that you
had intelligence which
you failed to share.

You knew the names
of potential
British terrorists,

but you failed
to pass them on

because you didn't
want to reveal where
you'd got them.

You risked lives.

And you knowingly
misled Parliament about
illegal practices.

Let's look
at the facts.

The man who compiled
that file is dead.

And with him died
the knowledge
of who his source was.

I don't know the source.
Do you?

You know as well as I do,
without a source,
your file is worthless.

The allegations
can't be corroborated.

Therefore, the allegations
can't be correct.

Is that what you're
telling me, sir?

It's false?

The allegations
are false?

What time is it?

Just gone 2:00.

All other copies
of the file have
been returned.

I want yours back
within 12 hours.

Two o'clock tomorrow,
shall we say?

You've been a loyal
servant to this country
for many years.

I'm not expecting you
to throw it all away.

No. Nor am l.

It's late. Can we get
you a room?

No, thank you.
I'm staying
at a friend's.

Goodnight, sir.

Goodnight, Max.
Goodnight, Ted.

How did it go?

All right?

Where are we going?

I love it.

Is this what you
do for a living?

Occasionally.

Wow.

Wow!

I had a feeling that
if I asked a favor,

you were the sort
of person who'd
come through.

You trust me.

Why on earth would
you trust me?

Because that's the job.
Deciding who to trust.

That's what
the job is.

Also, you told your
father that I work
for the Home Office.

I lied.

You trust me
because I lied.

Hmm.

Well, what were you
doing in Cambridge?

Why, seeing
the prime minister,
of course.

Mmm-hmm.

Anyone behind us?

Are we going back
to London?
No.

Two rooms, please.

Don't we need
to talk?

I don't want
to spoil the evening,
but I have a question.

The first time we met,
the young man...

Ralph.

Tell me, how did
you know him?

He came to the meetings.

He just turned up
out of the blue?

Said he was keen
to help.

Did he?

What's this about?

Something to thank
you for coming
to fetch me.

What is it?

It's the truth
about your
brother's death.

I got hold of
the Shabak report.

How on earth
did you do that?

It's powerful
stuff.

You were right.
Jake was killed
in cold blood.

There was
a cover-up.

You have a cast-iron
case for manslaughter.
You might get murder.

It's all in there.

Have you read it?

The problem is going
to be with using it.

Why shouldn't
I use it?

Because everyone
will know where
you got it.

How would they know?

You're not cut out
for this line
of work, are you?

Tell me what you mean.

I mean, you live
opposite me.

We share a landing.

I see.

Do you
want a drink?

Um...

Am I driving?

Not with me,
you're not.

Brandy.

They say you can only
begin to mourn once
you know the facts.

Do you think that's true?

I'm mourning, too.

Who?

Who are you mourning?

My oldest friend died

a couple
of days ago.

He made
an allegation.

An allegation that, as yet,
I've failed to make stick.

I see.

Must be tough.

Well, it is.

He left me a job to do.

And my life's not...

...worth living...

...till I see it through.

I just got my life back.

I don't suppose you'd
let me thank you.

I think I'd die
if you thanked me.

I think some people have
been quite surprised by
your new appointment.

Yes. Well, as you know
the prime minister
and I haven't

always seen eye-to-eye
on every issue,

but recently, events have
thrown us together.
And do you know what?

We've found
we actually like
each other.

You get on.
Extremely well.

We've always got on
on a personal level,
and now...

Didn't hear
you get up.

Good morning.
How are you?

Better, much better.

Do you know
the home secretary?

The one who says,
"We can't be free

"because we have
to be safe"?

That's her.

Thank you,
Mr. Eliot.
Thank you very much.

She's our deputy
prime minister.

I thought we didn't have
a deputy prime minister.

We do now.
Beasley is saying

he thinks of her
as his natural
successor.

She's been
bought.

We need to go to work.

Are you coming
with me?
Try and stop me.

Well, as you know,
some prime ministers

designate a deputy,
some don't.

Obviously, it's a mark
of how well we're now
working together

that the prime minister
has wanted to give me this
particular job title.

Emma.

How are you?

You haven't met,
have you?
This is Nancy Pierpan.

Okay.

She's my neighbor.

She's kindly
doing a stint
as my chauffeur.

Come in.

Go to the barn.
She's waiting
for you.

Do you think Nancy
could possibly have
a cup of coffee?

I'm so sorry.
I said terrible things.

It's my fault.
I've been stupid.

I'm a bad father.

Just put my mind
at rest.

It's not Ralph
Wilson, is it?

Ralph Wilson?

Why would it be Ralph?

Because I saw
you together.

Are you out
of your head?
Thank God.

Is that what you've
been thinking?

Is that what
you think of me?

I didn't know
what to think.

If you must know...

It was
a conceptual artist.

Oh.

Good. Well...

I'm glad conceptual
artists are good
for something.

How long
did it last?

It lasted a week.

A... A good week?

Well, then, your
daughter's in
with a chance.

How do you
know it's a girl?

Because
I had a girl.

I don't know why
I bothered to make
you all lunch.

God knows,
I've got
enough to do.

It's delicious.

Everyone says
Benedict knew
he was dying.

So why didn't he at
least leave us an
order of service?

Did he ask
for anything
in particular?

Oh, you know.
Stuff about...

...England.

So typical.
So typical of him.

I don't think Benedict
gave a damn about
England, did he? Except...

...as some version
of paradise.

Imaginary,
like all paradise.

I'm sure it's what
the Belgians
feel about Belgium.

I'm sure they do.

And the frigging
Albanians.

And you're no use.

You like jazz.

Johnny, can you
come with me,
please?

There was
a politician.

I'm sorry?

An American
politician came
here for lunch.

Couple of
weeks ago.

I don't suppose
you remember
his name.

He piloted his plane
to the local airfield.

You didn't mention
this before.

I was angry before.

Is the plane enough
of a clue?

It's not certain,

but there's
a fair chance

that I'm going
to have to leave
the country.

I have a feeling
this week may
not end well.

I'm running
out of rope.

They're not gonna
make me deputy
prime minister.

Will I see you
at the funeral?

I'll try.

Try as in you will,
try as in you won't?

He's on his way.

You're going to
tell me what
you're doing?

I'm doing what you
do for a living.

Aren't you
in the surveillance
business?

Going through your things,
seeing what's there.

Don't worry.

I don't do
guns or violence.

How did you get in?

There's a dead-lock
in the combination.

We still have skills
in the public sector

you don't
in the private.

Contact, contact.

Nancy, you can
come up now.

This is an
expensive outfit.

I was wondering
who'd stake such
a serious investment.

And then
I saw the photo
on the fridge.

I had you marked
from the beginning.

I know you did.

I've been taking
photos of your
operation.

Are they on
that camera?

And sending them
to a computer.

You're Jill
Tankard's
little boy.

Nothing to say?

This is the man who
pretended to support
your campaign.

I can't believe
what you did.

I can't believe it.

How far would
you have taken it?

I'd have slept
with you.

For Queen and country,
I would have done it.

I was never
interested in you,

I was interested
in him.

I meant to believe
that it was
a coincidence.

An Ml5 man just happens
to live opposite
a known subversive.

I'm not a subversive.

Then what the fuck
are you?
Ralph.

It's time to have
a word with your mum.

I'm going to leave early.

Please cancel
all my appointments.

He's back in contact.

What made you
choose this place?

Best reason, because
the food is good.

Hello.
I've got whisky,

but my friend
usually drinks
white wine.

Whisky.

So, interesting choice.
How does it feel
to be unemployable?

What's in the bag?
Have you brought
me the file?

I've been trying
to calculate
how long

you've been working
this racket.

What racket
is that?

You're running
a cowboy unit out
of Downing Street.

Don't think you can
call it a cowboy unit.

We answer to
the prime minister.

Clearly you've forgotten,
so do we.
What's your point?

The prime minister
never liked
the security services

because we refused
to tell him what
he wanted to hear

and we were always
bothering him
with facts.

So he started his own
intelligence unit.
Am I right?

Dealing directly
with the Americans.

In traditional
practice,

the torturers are
meant to be held
at arm's length.

You have no proof.

Well, as a matter
of fact, I do.

I found Ben's source.

I've spoken
to Ben's source.

I don't believe you.

And will that source
go on the record?

Can you produce
that source?

That's a gamble
you're going
to have to take.

Johnny...

You're bluffing with
an empty hand.

Is the prime minister
willing to take
that risk?

I know the source.

Face it,
the world's changed.

What are the British
gonna do?
Get new allies?

Allies who behave better?

Benedict was onto you,
wasn't he?

He'd worked it out.
That's why he put
the file out.

Because he knew
you were betraying
your own department.

Reporting to
the prime minister
isn't betrayal.

You financed a piece
of private enterprise

and employed
your own son.

I've taken photographs
of his premises.

Fuck this. This isn't
the student union.

I'm not here to debate.

The world's moving on,
and it's time it did.

Because you guys,
with your public
school ties

and your,
"After you, old chap,"

didn't make much
of a job of it,
did you?

Last meeting
of the club, Johnny.

Last meeting
of the club.

In the last 48 hours,

you've broken
every rule in the book.

You're no longer
in the service.

You will never
work again.

Your pension's gone.

And if you blow
the whistle now,

you'll also go to prison.

Is that what you want?

Because that's
what lies ahead

if you don't
give me that file.

I'm willing
to cut a deal.

What's the deal?

No Royal Commission,
no reorganization.

Is that all?

Publication of the internal
Israeli report

on the death
of Jake Pierpan.

You're crazy.

The government admits
it's deeply concerned.

It's shocked
at the cover-up

in the occupied
territories.

That's the deal.

You know it's impossible.

Of course.

You give me something,
I give you something.

Think about it.

This is far worse.

Isn't the temptation
of heroism

coming a little late
in your career?

I've watched you work.
I always admired you.

I thought,
"Johnny's clever.

"Johnny... Johnny
keeps out of trouble.

"Johnny's a lucky man,
he's got a life."

Don't you have
a life, Jill?

It's the girl,
isn't it?

You're doing this
for the girl.

They come and go.
Don't they, Johnny?

They come and go.

Not this time.

Is the file in there?

Hello?

It is.

I believe
my friend Rollo gave
you a document.

He did.

Go ahead, broadcast.
You have my permission.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

Okay.

Looking for the next
great novel.

They don't seem
to understand that
feelings are interesting,

but the world
is interesting, too.

Want some coffee?

Goodbye?

Yeah.

What does goodbye mean?

If you want a Saab,
it's waiting
in Cambridge.

You'll have to
pay the parking
charges, but...

It's nicer than
your Peugeot.

This is a small
painting you
might like.

It's by the same
artist, but...

...not as good.

Couldn't possibly take it.

You can take it.

You're going to live
for many years
and be an old woman.

And this way,
you'll always have

something decent
on your wall.

Going to tell me why
you have to go?

I've cut a deal.

They've gone along with it,
but they don't like it.

They'll make my life
not worth living.

Would you like me
to come with you?

I couldn't ask you
to do that.

Couldn't or...

...won't?

I'm not really
used to the idea

of having feelings
again. It's...

It's dangerous,
isn't it?

Too dangerous
for you?

I'm frightened.
I fuck everything up.

Shh.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

We're heading north.

We're here today
to remember the life
of Benedict Baron.

The hymns and readings
have been chosen
by his family.

And the first hymn
by his oldest friend,
John Worricker.

"I Vow to Thee, My Country."

♪ I vow to thee, my country

♪ All earthly things above

♪ Entire and whole and perfect

♪ The service of my love ♪

The government today
responded officially

to the document
obtained by the BBC

which reveals that
the peace campaigner
Jake Pierpan

was gunned down
in the occupied
territories

when he was clearly
holding a white flag.

The prime minister,
Alec Beasley,

today visiting
his constituency,

acknowledged
the strengths
of public reaction

to the revelation.

Even at times
of national crisis,

certain basic human freedoms
have to be protected.

We must never stop
insisting on telling
the truth to our enemies,

but sometimes we have
to tell the truth
to our friends as well.

That's a difficult duty,
but between democracies
with shared values,

it's an essential one.

♪ And there's another country

♪ I've heard of long ago

♪ Most dear to them
That love her

♪ Most great to them
that know ♪

Politicians on all
sides in Britain

are today expressing
their shock at the news

that the Israeli Army
suppressed a highly
critical Shabak report,

which established the
truth about the death
of a British peace...

I wonder,
could we change
the station?

Anything
you want?

Concern about
its publication...
I'd like some jazz.

...was expressed by
the Israeli government...