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♪ Plain gold ring

♪ On his finger he wore

♪ It was where
everyone could see ♪

♪ He belonged to someone

♪ But not me

♪ On his hand

♪ Was a plain gold band

♪ Plain gold ring
had a story to tell ♪

♪ It was one

♪ That I knew too well

♪ Plain gold ring

♪ On his finger he wore

- Mum? What do you want?
- I didn't think you'd pick up.

Listen, you know the deal.

I call you. You
don't call me here.

Are you ashamed to talk to me?

Listen, I don't have time
to talk, I'm going out.

Where are you going?

It doesn't matter.
Somewhere on the island.

I bet the weather
there's just fine.

- How's Billy?
- As if you care.

They say he doesn't even
ask about you anymore.

There's more money coming
at the end of the month.

That's why you called me, right?

I'm putting the phone down.

Just remember one thing, honey.

You're nothing
but a dirty whore.

Just a minute.

Come in.

Oh. Hey, I thought
you were your father.

- Dad says we need to go.
- I know.

I'm coming. You
just wait outside.

Okay.

- How do I look?
- You look very pretty.

Come on. Go.

I misunderstood him.

The fact remains you
and paella do not get on

to the point where basically
we're out 7 million

because Corky
doesn't like paella.

No, that's one version, chief.

One version? That
is theversion.

It's a matter of record. You
chaps better go on ahead.

There you are.

I was starting to think
you'd drowned in the bath.

Baby, I have terrible news. I
have a new date for tonight.

He's young and
he's seriously hot.

Well, I wouldn't
put it past him.

Alright, come on.
Let's go. I'm starving.

- Come with me, Dans?
- Okay.

Are we taking the boats?

Yes, sir. You might even
drive if you're lucky.

Yes, you lot. Come on, then.

- Nice to see you.
- You, too.

- Jorge, how are you?
- Mr Roper, how are you?

Very well, thank you. Still
doing the shellfish soup?

Yes, of course! The
recipe lives on.

We'll have that to start.

All except for Major Corkoran
who will have the paella.

Hi, how are you? Ja,
very good to see you.

Lovely to see you. Hi,
darling. How are you?

- Fine.
- Good to see you.

I think it is mad, no, I think
it's actually hypocritical.

If you like eating venison, you
ought to be able to kill a stag.

I think if you're
willing to kill a stag,

you have to be willing to admit
you just like killing stags.

Thank you, Jed, I now
officially love you.

Chief, is it okay to
baptise the princeling

in the ways of the grape?

I think that's a yes, isn't it?

Dicky, please tell Jed I
don't have "blood lust."

Beautiful fizzy liquid.

You've got so many lusts,
Sandy, that's why we love you.

Give the stag an M16,
Sandy. Then I'm interested.

Give him an M16?
Bollocks! Sell him.

Oi, oi, oi!

What do you think, Daniel?

He likes it,

- Oh, dear!
- See what you've done?

What if he turns
out like me, boss?

This a dark, dark road
you've embarked upon.

Thank you, Corky.

Go on then.

- Did you like the wine?
- Where are we going?

- It's a secret.
- Where are you going?

So you drink my wine,
you steal my woman.

Proud of you, Danny.

Bring her back in
one piece, will you?

Lord Langbourne is
a snob, basically.

Three generations of Eton
or you're not on the map.

I'm only one generation, Sandy.
So what does that make me?

You're paying the bill, Dicky.
Which means you are the map.

- To Ricardo! Good health.
- Cheers.

Slimy bloody arse-licking creep.

Excuse me, small
person, out of my way.

May I have this dance?

- Thank you so much.
- Of course.

Let's see what you've got.
Okay, okay, that's fine.

And again... and you
go round. Good, good...

- She wants to dance.
- Come on then, Corkoran.

Right, come on. I'll do it.

Tear it up, tear it up.

Oh, yeah. Come on, baby.

Very slow. Right and left.

That's it.

It's time to put
the children to bed.

- Oh, no.
- Thank you, great.

- Guys, good night. Sleep well.
- Ignore him.

Dance with me?

You have Chateaubriand
every single day.

There's been no point
at which you go,

"Oh, for God's sake... if
I eat that I will vomit"?

Nobody move! Nobody move!

This is a robbery!
Guns down! Guns down!

On the floor! Guns down! Why
you got guns? You police?

No, no. They're with me.

Put the guns on the floor!
Roper, please, goddamn it!

Frisky, Tabby, do what he says.

On the floor.

Everyone stay very, very calm.

We're going to do exactly what
this gentleman wants us to do.

And everything is gonna be fine.

- You a rich man?
- Yes, I am a rich man.

I'm gonna give you
all the money we have.

I'm gonna give you wallets,
jewellery, anything in the till.

And then you're
gonna leave. Right?

- Jorge, check the till, please?
- Tell him no alarms!

No alarms, Jorge, and slowly.

Everybody stay very, very calm.

Dad!

- Just keep looking at me.
- Back off. Back off.

Tabby, Tabby,
Tabby, step back...

- Is your boy?
- Yes. He's my boy.

Danny, it's fine, just keep
looking at me, it's fine.

Jewellery. Wallets

Just give them
everything we have.

In the bag!

It's all right, Danny.

That's all? Where
is the real money?

That's shit, man!
Where is the rest?

We can send for some money.

- How much do we have, Corks?
- About 100.

There you are, $100,000.

We can have it
here in 15 minutes.

All you have to do
is let the boy go.

It's alright, Danny.

We contact you. We contact you.

You bring the money to us.
We give you back the boy.

No, no, no. We will
give you money.

But you have to
leave the boy here.

- We contact you!
- No, no, no.

On the floor, on the ground!

- No, you take me instead!
- We contact you! Back off!

Down on the ground!
Everybody on the ground!

Everybody on the ground!

- We contact you.
- Dad!

Dad! Dad!

- No!
- Alright, alright, alright!

- Stay there or the boy dies.
- Dad!

Dad!

On the ground! On the ground!

- Down on the floor!
- Get down! Shut up!

Who's in there? Who's in there?

Good boy. Good boy. Good boy...

Mr Burr always wanted to
come to the Swiss Alps.

He likes the peace and
quiet, does Mr Burr.

You don't?

All this snow and silence
makes me want to scream.

Don't worry, I'm not going to.

Okay. How long have
you been together?

- 20 years, come November.
- Wow. Congratulations.

It's marriage, Jonathan.
It's not a state of bliss.

- Any children?
- First and last.

So there's no mention of
Cairo on your professional CV.

I checked.

Yeah, I took it
off after I left.

Why?

I had to.

So if Roper checked with
Meisters for a biography,

Cairo wouldn't come up?

- No.
- What about Freddie Hamid?

To him I was just
a man in a uniform.

He never knew my name.

So just a little bit of
airbrushing and you'd be clean?

Clean?

Do you handle cash in
that hotel of yours?

Yeah. Sometimes.

Suppose you stole some
of it or all of it.

Would anyone notice
straightaway?

Not if I was clever about it.

Ah. Well, luckily you
are clever, Jonathan.

- 'Cause I checked.
- Did you? 'Course you did.

Don't get many
visitors here, do you?

No.

Oh, T.E. Lawrence... of Arabia.

The lonely genius who
wished only to be a number.

Would you put that back, please?

Whose initials are these?

They're my father's.
It's private.

Oh, sorry. I didn't realise
it meant that much to you.

Yes, you did.

He was undercover in Belfast,
wasn't he, your father?

- Yes, he was.
- Same regiment as you?

Yeah.

I read that they had to
put his uniform back on

before they buried him.

What do you want, Ms Burr?

I want to make you an
offer. Come and work for me.

And afterwards, when it's all
over, I will look after you.

Resettlement, new name,
new identity... new life.

An offer to do what?

To bring down Richard Roper.

I've spent ten years of my
life going after that man.

I've had microphones
up his arse,

I've had GCHQ tapping
every bloody email.

I've had a thousand
satellites overflying him

and I can't get close to
him and do you know why?

'Cause he's too smart.

But that'll change.

I want to put you
inside his operation.

I will give you a legend
as thick as your arm.

You'll be in so deep, you'll
worry you'll never get out.

There's not a scrap of
you that won't get used,

not an hour that
you won't be scared,

but you will nail him.

You will nail him
for Sophie Alekan.

You will nail him
for your country.

And you will nail him for
the man that owned that book.

Or you can go back to the
hotel of non-existence.

It's up to you.

I think he's gonna do it.

What do you need?

I need to give him a criminal
history for Roper to find.

It's gotta be West Country
and it needs to be real.

I need the Home Office on
board and I need you to take

at least three Devon
police officers to lunch

get them to play the game.

No half measures then, eh?

And not a word to
the River House, Rex.

Do you understand
me? Not a word.

I do hope I'm not
about to regret

the soft spot that I
have for you, Angela.

All right?

This is Rob Singhal, my deputy.

Hello.

You up for it?
You sure, are you?

Yeah.

Right. Sit down and
have a cup of tea.

You make me feel nervous.

Thanks.

No.

All you've said so far is yes.

Do you want me to say no?

Well, now would be the moment.
Now or forever hold your piece.

You're too bloody
perfect, Jonathan Pine.

I don't want you perfect.
Have a biscuit, eat it.

You are gonna put on the
performance of your life.

There is half a psychopath
lurking in there, Jonathan.

I want you to find
him and stick to him.

Once you get down to
Devon, you are the world's

second worst man, first
place already taken.

There is no right or
wrong for you down there.

Do you hear me?
It's all me, me, me.

Don't give anyone an inch.

Anyone pisses you
off, you smack 'em.

Anyone crosses
you, God help them.

Scare the shit out of
everyone and that includes me.

Richard Roper must know you're
in the same league as him.

Laws don't apply to him, and
they don't apply to you either.

He sees that, we get him,
he comes to the table,

we get him over a
barrel, skewer him.

Are you comfortable with that?

Yes.

Right, this is our insurance.

To say that you jumped,
we didn't push you.

Tell me what you saw when
you got to the cottage.

Uh..

The... the kitchen was a mess...

and there is blood on the floor.

Did he kill him?

- Hi.
- You alright?

I've, uh... taken
Rosum's cottage.

I was told to leave
the rent here.

I'll be here for a while.

Is this your place?

No, it's my mum's. I'm
just looking after it.

- Right.
- You're from up country?

- Yeah, that's right.
- What you doing down here?

- He's a big lad.
- Yeah.

- Is he yours?
- Yeah.

Well...

What was the name?

Jack Linden.

- Who are you?
- Get out.

- Nobody even lives here.
- Well, I do now.

What do you want?

Police, right?

- Nah.
- Whatever you are, get lost.

- I've got an offer for you.
- I'm not interested.

You deaf? I told
you to get lost.

Now listen to me, okay?

I don't know who you're buying
off but things have changed.

I have a delivery coming
in a few weeks' time.

- You'll buy it off me now, okay?
- Piss off.

I would advise a different
business language from now on.

Okay?

Try it. Try it.

No!

Shh, shh, shh, shh...

Who was that?

You okay?

Let's try a little
thought experiment here.

Take all the things you
own... clothes, house, car,

and ask yourself
what part of all that

did not depend on commerce
and free movement of capital?

For the benefit of the hard
of thinking in the room,

I'll give you the answer,
the answer is none. None.

My Safe Haven
project for refugees

is not funded out of
love or a bleeding heart.

I do it because it benefits me

to have the communities
in which I wish to operate

sympathetic to my interests.

The truth which no one
dares admit these days

is that only by freeing capital

do you free the world.

Right.

Hey. Pint of Blue
Anchor, please.

That's him.

Cheers.

- Hey.
- You alright?

Yeah.

My mother says you
want mineral water.

Uh... I don't think so.

Oh.

Well, I've brought them now.

- Coffee?
- I wouldn't say no.

I Googled you, Jack Linden.

And what did you find?

Bugger all.

So you like it here,
do you, on your own?

- What you do here all day?
- Bit of cooking.

- I can cook.
- Oh, yeah?

Mmm. I was good. I won prizes.
I was gonna be a famous chef.

- Well, what happened?
- I stopped.

Why?

'Cause I married a loser, had
a brat, and screwed up my life.

Right.

Um, and the father is...?

He ain't been Charlie's father
since he was three days old.

He came to the hospital with
a box of Cadbury's chocolates

and tuckered all the nice ones.

- He couldn't wait to flee.
- Where to?

Don't ask me.

- Is he abroad or...?
- Tom Quince?

- Sorry, say again.
- Tom Quince.

It's Charlie's father's name.

Nah, he's never had a
passport in his life.

He's probably somewhere round
Bude, smoking a ton of pot,

and trying to sleep
with the weekend talent.

It's a great pleasure to
introduce the chief officer

at the US Directorate of
Defence Trade Controls,

Joel Steadman.

- Firstly, gentlemen and lady...
- Sorry.

I want to thank you for
inviting me to London

to share a little of what I know

about the global arms
trade in the 21st century

and how to confront it.

There's about 3,000 years
of wisdom in this room

and I represent about
six weeks of it.

But hell, those odds never
stopped an American before.

There's two philosophies

on how to confront
international arms smuggling.

You can exploit or
you can enforce.

I'm an enforcer and
I'll tell you why.

You go down the exploitation
path, this is what happens.

You identify a bad
guy, you watch him,

get all kinds of dirt on
him and you approach him.

And then what do you do?
Well, then you recruit him.

You recruit him to
get to the next guy.

Then you watch him,
you recruit him,

and so on and so forth.

And pretty soon the
lines get blurred,

your enemy becomes your friend.

And hey, the devil has
all the best lines, right?

Now I'm an enforcer.

I go after someone
and I bring 'em down.

And the reason
why I'm here today

is to ask you folks
for a little help.

- Joel.
- Mr Dromgoole.

- Excellent to see you.
- Thank you.

- You know these guys?
- Palfrey.

Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.

I enjoyed your speech.

Let's keep the channels
open at all times.

Absolutely. Particularly when
it comes to the Middle East.

Anything you have at all.

I have money and people
to work with you.

- Sure will, Geoffrey.
- Speak to you later.

Thank you.

- Joel, good to have you with us.
- Nice to see you.

- Angela.
- Hello, Joel.

What do you think of the ale?

Jury's out. I see
you're not drinking.

You didn't tell me
you were flying in.

You didn't tell me something a
lot more important than that.

Why were you in
Madrid two weeks ago?

It's an operation called Limpet.

We're going after
Richard Onslow Roper.

His people are meeting with
a Spanish lawyer in Madrid.

- Juan Apostol.
- Yeah. Also known as Apo.

We think there's a new
deal in the pipeline.

- But you can't get close.
- Can anyone?

They're phone records
from the mobile phone

of Lance Corkoran,
Roper's front man.

They show calls to
London, Beirut and Madrid.

How the hell did you get this?

I've got a new asset.

I want to get him on the
inside of Roper's set-up.

You got any idea how
dangerous that is?

Does River House
know about this?

It's got to be a
church mouse operation.

Then why did you call me?

'Cause I need your money.

Joel, I'm on my own in
this and I don't like it.

I'm doing something no one has
done and I'm scared shitless.

I need a friend.

I've got some more stuff
coming on Tuesday night.

You got the money? Good.

- Hi.
- Harlow.

Right...

From London.

Is that what you wanted?

Well...

Yeah.

It's a funny old gig this one.

I shall expect a lavish funeral.

I'm sure they'll
do what they can.

Well, then, Tom
Quince. Are you ready?

We need to wait for the stuff.

It'll come and
it'll all be okay.

- Yeah. It'll be okay.
- Okay.

It's gonna be okay.

- Now get out!
- Okay, okay!

What?

Jack?

Jack?

Tell me what you saw when
you got to the cottage.

The kitchen was a mess...

and there was
blood on the floor.

Here you go.

Did he kill him?

The man he attacked in the pub?

Yes. Why did you
go to the cottage?

I was fetching empties.

- Had you been there before?
- Yeah, once or twice.

Why?

To deliver for my
mother, that's all.

Did he ever mention
his previous life?

No.

- Ever mention Switzerland?
- No. Why?

- Did he say he was leaving?
- No.

Name Jonathan Pine
mean anything to you?

No.

So he never told
you his real name?

No. He said his name
was Linden. Jack Linden.

He never told you who he was?

He never said who he was.

Who's in there?
Who's in there?

Go. Go back to your mother.

Go. Go!

You bastard.

You were supposed
not to hurt him!

It needed to look real.

You want it real?
I'll show you real!

We'll show you real!

- Oh, Jesus! Danny!
- Just wait here.

- Danny, come on, big man...
- Danny.

- He's alright.
- Oh, God, Danny...

Are you alright?

What... What happened?

They ran off. He scared
them. He saved me.

- Who saved you? What...
- Who is he?

He's our seasonal
sous-chef from England.

He was working in that kitchen.

We need to call the police.

Chief, we doing
medical attention?

I know him.

What's his name?

Thomas Quince. He's
from Devon in England.

No, he's bloody not. You're
Pine from Switzerland.

- What are you doing here?
- We need the police.

No police.

No police.

Hold on, Jorge. Just
hold on a second.

How's his pulse, Frisky?

Frisky: Quite sporting,
chief, all things considered.

You hearing me, Pine?

We're gonna get you out of here.

Corky, get the boats
ready, will you?

- And call the hospital.
- Which one?

Our one, not the death
trap on the main drag.

Tell them to get
ready to operate

and get ahold of
that Israeli fellow.

- Dr Shimon.
- Drag him away

from whatever Russian
party he's currently at.

You must have given them
the fright of their lives.

No police. No police.

Jorge, I think we can keep
this between us, can't we?

I'll pay for any damage done,
Corky can sort the bill.

Anyone you want us to
call? A girlfriend? Family?

Still alone, are we?

Well... we're gonna
take care of you.

- Thank you.
- Hey.

Hey.

Any sign of him?
What went wrong?

Let me get this.
He went off-script.

Way off-script.

He broke an agent's
arm in three places.

What's he playing at?

He said he wanted it real.

They think they might
have killed him.

Killed him?

Roper didn't call the cops
so we don't know where he is.

Goddamn it, Angela, this thing
was perfectly choreographed.

He knew exactly
what we had to do.

Hector, do you remember
Angela Burr from Baghdad?

Sure do. Welcome, ma'am.

You two still working together?

Yeah. No one's more
mystified by that than me.

- Sir. You should hear this.
- Come on, sit down.

Corkoran's calling a
number in Gloucestershire

from his mobile phone.

Tony? Lance Corkoran here.
Pressing matter, I'm afraid.

Chief needs your good
offices. Got a pen?

The name is Pine, like the tree.

First name Jonathan.

Goes under the name of Thomas
Quince, like the fruit.

Head-to-toe background
check, all avenues.

All perfectly mum.

360 degrees. Ta.

Well, he's alive. They
wouldn't check on a dead man.

Rob Singhal. IEA.

Rob, put his name
out, splash it large.

I want an international
warrant for the arrest

of Thomas Quince, Jonathan
Pine, Jack Linden.

Er, murder, multiple theft,

dope-running, obtaining a false
passport and identity theft,

and whatever else
you can think of.

- All right, do it now.
- He's crossed the bridge.

Yeah. Now we're burning it.

Thomas. Thomas, I'm not
sure if you can hear me.

They say your face
is mending well.

But you've also
cracked several ribs.

You're so brave. But
you're gonna be fine.

Dr Shimon's the best, otherwise
Roper wouldn't use him.

Listen, is there anyone you
want us to call? A loved one?

When you were sleeping, you
mentioned someone called Sophie.

Should we call her?

Just raise your finger,
if you can't speak.

Roper is away on business,
but he'll be back soon

and he can't wait to see you.

Where... am... I?

Are you awake?

My father says I'm to thank
you for saving my life.

I'm sorry I ran away from the
table, I won't do it again.

Do you want me to read
to you about squid?

"This slow-moving
alien-like squid

lives at depths of
up to 200 meters..."

Piss off, would you,
Frisky, old love?

Well, that's a better
colour. Lovely deep purple,

better than the blue
baboon look of last week.

And sitting up.

Dare one hope we're on the mend?

Actually, I'd like
to go soon, please.

Absolutely, old boy. Soon
as the chief gets back.

What do we call you, by the way?

When I was doing the
forms at the hospital,

I had a conundrum.

"Well," I thought,
"This is a bit rum.

Is he a Thomas Quince, or
is he a Jonathan Pine?"

So I put Mordechai Phillips.

To this day I've no idea
why. Mind if I smoke?

Smoke ourselves, do
we? In better times?

A bit.

Nothing like a fag
when you're cooking.

Do you want one now?

No, thanks.

Bloody good grub at that
place you were working.

Were those saucy
mussels all your work?

- Mm-hmm.
- Well, I am blown away.

And did you cook at
that Swiss Hotel?

Or merely rob the place?

It's a tricky one, you see.

The chief is a
stickler for details,

so we called the Meisters
Hotel to ask for a reference

and it turns out you are nothing
more than a common thief.

40,000 euros swiped from
the safe, the police called,

Herr Meister's
positively seething.

No wonder the chief has
a few questions to ask.

But he says they can
wait until you're better.

Although I'm not so sure
we're quite as poorly

as we're making out.

In fact, I'm not sure
at all about you, Pine.

I think you might be
stringing us along.

Hmm?

And if that's the case,
when you're better,

I will hood you and hang you
up by those lovely ankles

until the truth falls
out of you by gravity.

Toodle-oo.

Frisky, piss off back
in again, would you?

Make sure our valued guest

doesn't try and
make a run for it.

You know the best way
to make a bloke talk?

Fizzy drink treatment.

Up the nose. Bung the mouth.

And if you've got a funnel
handy, oh, it's even better.

Hits you right in
the switchboard.

It's bloody diabolical.

- Apo, how are you?
- Good to see you.

- Very good to see you.
- Have a seat.

Thank you very much.
So have you eaten?

Are you sure you
know your lines?

I'll do my best.

So, tell us about Limpet.

Well, Limpet is an ongoing
anti-arms operation

based in Washington.

Standard tracer op. It's
been running about a year.

- Who are you going after?
- Richard Onslow Roper.

Director of Ironlast and we
think a lot more on the side.

That wouldn't surprise me.

I came here to see if
there were opportunities

for mutual collaboration
and intelligence sharing.

Angela was happy
to come on board,

and I was hoping you folks
would kind of do the same.

Alright. Where are
you at at the moment?

It's been going pretty
well, wouldn't you say?

- Yeah.
- We have some photographs

of a meeting that
took place in Madrid

between Alexander Langbourne,
Roper's money man,

and a Spanish
lawyer, Juan Apostol.

It's possible they were
discussing a future arms deal.

- Did you get any audio on that?
- Unfortunately not, no.

So it's possible
they were discussing

their children's
Christmas parties?

What about on the ground?
Got anyone close to Roper?

Uh, not right now, no.

In development?

Getting someone on the inside,
Harry, that's a long game.

- What I want from you...
- Let me stop you there, Joel.

Angela runs her own
modest enforcement agency,

and she can do what she likes.

Roper was an obsession of hers

when she was with us
here at the River.

I suspect he always will be.

But you understand I can't spend
the nation's intelligence budget

on an operation
whose current status

appears to be
somewhat catatonic.

I would need a little more.

Right, that's, uh...

that's disappointing.

Life's disappointing,
Joel. Just ask Angela.

Please, come back when
you have something.

Our door is always open.

Was that dull enough for you?

Are you kidding me? I
never knew an American

could sound so much like
a total bloody loser.

How do you stand it, Angela?

"Modest enforcement
agency." God!

He's not wrong, is he?

But they must never know
about our boy, Joel.

No mention of him in comms,
nothing written down,

nothing at all, yeah?

Keep River House on the
outside. It's too dangerous.

- Oh, my goodness.
- Daddy, I've got a lobster!

- You caught that?
- Javier helped me.

Did he? Good for
him. Good for you.

Hello, darling. How are you?
Well done, Danny. Well done.

How is the patient?

You sleep now.

Tomorrow we'll find
out who you really are.