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My darling daughter!

The most beautiful girl in the world!

- A marvellous necklace from Paris!
- Ooh!

The most expensive necklace!

Enjoy the party!

Thank you.

What about austerity, apo?

This is austerity.

You should have seen
our country five years ago.

Tomorrow's business...
By the way, my arab friend

is concerned you can't deliver
the merchandise you promised.

I wouldn't worry about
that, apo, it'll be fine.

I hope so.

- Mr barghati.
- Sandy.

How good to see you.

My goodness! Lord!

Lord! What's happening here?

Qué pasa? Qué pasa?

Qué pasa?

- Jesus!
- Help her! Help me, please!

Elena! Elena!

Elena! Elena! Elena!

She must've been in so much pain.

Yeah, well, she's caused a
lot of other people pain, too.

We had to reschedule that meeting.

Still, the canapes were good.

What do you want to
do about our arab chum?

Bring him out to the villa?

I don't much like that,

it's too risky if someone's
got a watch on him.

Invite him to the children's party.

There'll be lots of people there,

you can do your magic tricks.

Try and get them right.

- Fix it up, will you?
- Ok.

Sorry, darling, I don't
know what I was thinking,

it was a crass thing to say.

Ok...

Let's go, dream boy.

Come on.

Go left.

Up the stairs.

So the silly sod is insisting on
10% and he is digging his heels in.

All right, we'll let him
enjoy that for a week,

and then we'll take it away from him.

Yeah, that's fine.

I'm happy to go with that.

There he is.

Dans, you're on.

Thank you very much, sir,

for rescuing me.

I hope you're feeling better.

You're very welcome.

All right, now scram.

See if you can catch us
some mackerel for supper.

And take the dogs, will you?

Go on, Shirley. Go on,
you foul-smelling creature.

You'll call him, will you?

Yep. Leave it with me, I'll deal with it.

Don't waste any energy
trying to sweet-talk him,

- just lay it out, let him sweat.
- All right.

All right, frisky, no more interruptions,

no-one on the terrace.

- What the hell is that noise?
- Javier is blowing leaves.

Well, tell him to knock it off, will you?

Cease and desist.

How's the face?

- It's fine.
- We'll be all right.

- So, what do you want?
- I'd like to...

To go back to the
restaurant, if that's all right.

That's not what I meant.

What do you want... from the world?

I don't know.

I haven't got a plan.
I'm taking some time out.

Don't believe you.

You've never relaxed in your life.

If you say so.

Just sit down.

Everyone assumes

that I was born with a
silver spoon in my mouth.

It's balls.

My father was an
Oxfordshire auctioneer,

taught me the price of everything,

but the drive to create all of this,

that comes from me and me alone.

Where does it come from in you?

I'm not sure I have what you describe.

Ok, you patched me up,
I'm very grateful for that,

and now I'd like to go.

Corky can't make you out, you see.

Suspicious chap, corks.

He's got bad vibes about you.

Why did you kill that fellow in Devon?

It's all over the wire.

We had to call the police, no choice.

They'll be here any minute.

You are a cool cucumber, aren't you?

He cheated me.

And you didn't like that?

- No, I didn't.
- Quite right.

The MacArthurs have
confirmed for dinner, so...

That makes 12 tonight.

Or 13.

Come and tell us why you think
this one's a bad apple, corky?

Well, his references aren't too clever.

Luckily for you, old Jorge was
so desperate for a sous chef,

he didn't bother to check them.

You faked them, pine?

I needed the job.

I needed it fast, I didn't
have time for formalities.

Where'd you get the passport?

I met a girl... in Devon.

Didn't we all.

Pretty little thing.

Who's quince?

Her ex.

He'd never been abroad, he'd never
had a passport, so I took his name.

You've taken a lot of
names, haven't you?

It makes a man wonder
who you really are.

So, father killed in Belfast,

no close relationship with mother,

married once for six months,
we can assume not a triumph.

Two tours in Iraq, distinguished service.

And on return, what?
Despair, depression,

and then five years as a
night owl in the hotel business.

What was that? Hibernation?

Burying yourself alive?

And then a sudden moment of madness.

Thieving, narcotics...

Murder.

This is bloody chaos, Jonathan.

Do you even know who you are?

Those two chaps you smashed up
in the restaurant, did you know them?

No.

They hadn't eaten there before?

Did they look like they'd
eaten there before?

- Ever sailed a boat for them?
- Is this some kind of interrogation?

Let's pretend it is.
Did you cook for them?

No.

The mussels were
marvellous, by the way.

So you weren't the lookout guy?

- You didn't switch roles halfway through?
- No.

That's another one of
corky's little theories.

Listen, I haven't asked
for anything, all right?

I don't expect a reward,

I certainly don't appreciate this
investigation into my personal life.

And, frankly, I'm bored of your hospitality.

Maybe I'm not squeaky-clean,

but nor, I suspect, are you
and your little friend here,

so maybe we just leave it at that.

- Little friend!
- I know! Charmant!

- Where are you going?
- I'm leaving.

What are you going to do for a passport?

I have a passport in the
name of Thomas quince.

Where is it?

Corky, sock him the bad news.

The passport's gone, old love.

Thomas quince had to be shredded.

- What are you talking about?
- It's no good getting in a panic, my dear.

Your cover's blown sky-high.

Tom quince is on every
wanted list on god's earth.

Murder, theft, sadly not
buggery, but we'll work on that.

That was my passport. That was mine!

Well, you're going to have to learn
to be someone else, aren't you?

I said no-one in here!

Sorry, baby, I didn't know. Jesus!

Sorry, my darling, I
didn't know it was you.

It's actually good news.

Thomas is going to
be staying for a while,

till he's fighting fit again.

That's great.

You want to come for a swim?

Go on. Corky can
lend you some speedos.

I'd like to.

Corky, why don't you put him

in the fisherman's cottage
at the end of the estate...

- While we work out what to do with you.
- All right, boss.

And what am I
supposed to do until then?

Well, you can keep dans company.

We were supposed to have a
school friend here for the holiday,

but the bugger stood him up.

His mother doesn't approve of me.

One more thing...

I run a tight ship here.

You're right,

we do a little swashbuckling
every now and then,

but we play straight with each other.

Now, you saved my boy and I'm grateful,

but if you step out of line...

We'll make you howl for your mother.

What size feet have you got?

12.

Now, house rules.

No phones, no postcards
to Devon dumplings.

No messages in a bottle.

The chief values privacy... as do we all.

All the way down to the beach,

as far as you can go,
and it's on the right.

Alternatively, fill your
pockets with stones,

walk into the sea...

And keep going.

Anything?

No.

Bloody hell! I hate this bit.

Off every tree you may freely eat...

Maids, serving wenches,
cooks, typists, masseuses,

even the lady who comes
to clip the canary's claws.

But if you lay one hand
on that precious fruit,

then like the Belgians in the Congo,

we'll chop it off.

And I don't mean the hand.

Senor roper.

Morning.

I was wondering if I might
take Danny into town?

What for?

A change.

- He likes you, doesn't he?
- I hope so.

I like him.

Frisky and tabby will go with you.

Pine...

thank you.

It's me. They're on the move.

Do you always have this
much company, Danny?

Since the restaurant.

- It's a bit boring, isn't it?
- Yeah.

Oi!

It's ok. It's all right.

- Danny?
- Yeah.

What do you say...

To an ice cream?

- Yeah? Great.
- Yeah.

Actually...

why don't you ask frisky and tabby

if they want an ice cream as well?

Ok.

- Would you like an ice cream?
- No.

- Really? Would you?
- No.

They didn't want one.

- They don't want one?
- No.

They are very strange,
aren't they, those two?

Yeah, especially on a day like this,

who wouldn't want an ice cream?!

What's your favourite flavour, Danny?

- Pistachio.
- Dos pistachios, por favor.

Para mi.

- Danny?
- Yeah?

Do you know who's... coming
to the party on Sunday?

It's a select group, around 25.

Senior, por favor...

Sorry, I need to hear the complete list,

all the names of all your ice creams.

Gracias.

Sorry.

That's all right.

I think Sandy and Caroline will
probably be there, won't they?

I don't know who's coming.

You see, I've got this problem,

it's major corcoran.

I don't think he likes me very much.

- Why not?
- I don't know.

But he's trying to find out
everything he can about me.

All the way back to the
time of the ancient Egyptians.

Muchos gracias.

Right, waiting's over.

We've got a spot of work
to do, - all right, come on.

Thank god.

- So, how often do you come here?
- Only in the summer.

It must be nice to see dad, though?

Do you play tennis with him?

I have lessons with Lewis.

- Roper's not here much.
- Well, I expect he works hard?

- That's why he has such a big house.
- I bet you've counted the rooms.

23.

There's three kitchens
and a big office by the pool.

And there's roper's secret
study in his bedroom,

but no-one's allowed in there.

- Except you? Special guest?
- I'm not.

He calls it the citadel.

And there's one key...

And he hides it.

Do you know what's inside?

He says it's full of peppermints.

Well, I'd lock it up too if I were him.

Plus, there's an alarm.

They test it every day at 11.

You have to be really careful.

Why?

This is where I cut my foot last year.

Roper made me stand in
the sea for about half an hour,

because of the salt.

Ever since his daughter killed
herself, he comes here every day.

And that's not all. Yesterday afternoon,

he calls the hotline of the
Madrid public prosecutor's office,

says he has information regarding
a world-class illegal arms deal.

Operator asks his name, he hangs up.

Assumption, a priest's
advice only goes so far.

- Gracias, padre.
- Gracias.

Mr apostol?

Who are you?

I'm your guardian angel, mr apostol.

I can't sleep.

Every night...

I ask myself the same question.

What I could have done?

Now you're having a child...

you can understand how I feel.

I can, Juan.

When you called the Madrid office,

you had blood on your hands.

And I'm here to wash it off.

How?

- You know Richard roper?
- Yes.

- He's a friend.
- Juan, he's not a friend.

He dragged you down and he
dragged your daughter down too.

If roper wasn't in your life, I
think she'd still be alive today.

Sorry.

Now, god knows how you
bear it, I... I don't think I could.

Listen, I'm on the side of the angels.

We're good people,

we play it straight and
we keep our promises.

Ok?

But I need your help.

Do you know Lance corcoran?

Yes.

He's dicky roper's right-hand man.

Right, well, that's what needs to change.

Are you pink?

Socialist, left-wing, march
of history, that sort of thing?

It wouldn't bother me if you were,

it's another one of corky's bugbears.

He seems to have a few.

Yeah.

Been in a lot of foxholes, me and corky.

Once spent a week together
in a police cell in Delhi.

I don't think I've ever laughed
so much in my whole life.

Was he drinking then?

Well, now, that is a
deeply odd thing to say.

What business is it of
yours how much he drinks?

When my father was serving in Belfast...

a sergeant in his platoon
got drunk one night,

told a local girl what the
next day's operation was.

The man I loved most in the world

was dead for five pints of lager
and the promise of a quickie.

Right, so you don't drink and
you're not pink, what are you?

Me, I'm a free man.

Free to think, free to work,

free to climb a mountain or lie in
bed all day eating peppermint creams

without any bugger telling me how.

Then I'm a free man.

That's the free part, the
man part's a little different.

See, children grow up
thinking the adult world

is ordered, rational, fit for purpose.

It's crap.

Becoming a man is realising...

That it's all rotten.

Realising how to celebrate
that rottenness, that's freedom.

Here we are.

Out we go.

Come on. Chop chop. Let's go.

Mademoiselle.

- Merci, monsieur.
- Ok.

Senor?

The bags, please. Thank you so much.

Thank you so much for
coming. Have a wonderful day.

Caro, divine as ever.

- Sandy, sort of acceptable.
- There you go.

Apo, my dear old friend.

- I'm so terribly sorry for your loss.
- Thanks.

How are you? I can't even imagine.

Mr barghati, thank
you so much for coming.

Please come inside.

Let's see if we can feed and sustain
you before we get down to business.

And did you get the sweater?

Great.

Does it fit?

Ok.

Love you. Bye, honey.

I'm so sorry to interrupt.

The guests are arriving and
the party's going to start soon.

The story begins in
Egypt 4,500 years ago.

The ancient Egyptians
invented this game.

It is literally the oldest trick in the book.

Now, you start with a ball.

We have one, two, three cups.

You lay one cup like that, one
cup like that, one cup like that...

All right?

Now, I'm going to take the ball

and I'm going to place the ball in the cup.

Shake the cup.

Turn it over.

All right, now, you have
to watch very closely.

You have to watch the cups.

I'm going to move
these two round like that.

This one round like that.

Everybody clear on where the
ball is now? Danny, where's the ball?

You think the ball's here?

No, Danny, the ball's in the middle!

You're not watching the cups, Danny.

Thomas is watching the
cups, aren't you, Thomas?

You're a gym bunny,
aren't you? Aren't you?

A little cold gym bunny...

He can't stop his mouth... in every way.

Corky can get a little
overexcited when he's drunk.

Yes, that is what mr
barghati is worried about.

That little smile...

According to our friend, he has
been shooting his mouth off...

Talking about things he should not.

Barghati doesn't want him
involved... condition of the deal.

- Thanks for that, apo.
- Spit. Yeah!

Come... come with me...

And it's a funny thing, isn't it?

If you want to piss... I
am so sorry to interrupt,

but can I just borrow
the old man for a second?

- Of course.
- Thank you.

- Excuse me.
- Bye. Bye.

I have just spoken to apo, and he has a...

There you go, Danny.

Thomas.

For god's sake...

Roper,

Thomas and I are going
to go for a little stroll.

All right, darling.

Frisky, major corkoran is here
with some friends of Dorothy

that I would like to have
escorted from the premises.

You and tabby can make as
much noise as you like. All right?

- A pleasure.
- Tabbs.

If you need to relieve yourself,

it's good to do it into
a suitable perspective.

It's better than a urinal, isn't it?

- God's urinal, I call this.
- You've got to break it up.

You're giving the boss
indigestion with your buddies here.

- Come on, lads. The party's over.
- Frisky, go pee-pee.

Leave your drinks here.

Frisky, don't be too rough.

Who are all these people?

How should I know?

You're not curious?

Why should I be?

- It's business.
- Which is what?

Buying and selling
agricultural equipment.

Caro says Sandy tells her everything.

That would drive me insane.

You shouldn't have seen me
like that today, in my bedroom.

I'm sorry.

The door was open. I
thought you were dressed.

That's not what I meant.

I don't care who sees me naked.

I do care who sees me crying.

You tell no-one you
saw that, is that clear?

Of course.

I'm going swimming.

Want to come?

I don't think that would be wise.

There's no current.

That's not quite what I meant.

I know it wasn't.

There she goes,

beyond the ha-ha!

One day, Thomas, you'll live a little.

Come...

Rex, do you have a minute?

The permanent secretary
would love to see you.

Yes.

Is that a yes or a no?

Rex, come in.

You know Geoffrey
dromgoole, of course, - Geoffrey.

- And his team from the river.
- Rex.

Barbara vandon from
the American embassy.

Rex mayhew, my undersecretary.

- Good to see you, Rex.
- Barbara, how are you?

Rex, it's this limpet thing.

Limpet?

The Joel steadman
enforcement operation

with Angela burr on side-saddle.

Yes, I know what limpet
is... It's an enforcement case.

It's nothing to do with Langley...

Or river house.

Well, it's what Barbara feels
we ought to be discussing.

Rex, Langley has been
completely railroaded on this.

Currently, we have a joint
operation on foreign soil

between two extremely fringe outfits.

They're chasing international
arms in an area of the world

that is... way beyond
their comprehension.

It's crazy.

I have to say, I agree.

You know, limpet is operating
in a highly incendiary region,

and I would hate to see
that run out of control.

In my view, it should be placed under

a purely intelligence jurisdiction,

acting on a political brief,

but, it's not my decision.

No, it's not.

I'm sure I don't need to
remind you or your team

that my recommendation,
accepted by the permanent secretary,

was that river house was overextended,

and that enforcement agencies
were urgently needed to prosecute

any areas of international
criminal activity that were,

for whatever reason, slipping
through the intelligence net.

In that context, I find the actions
of river house somewhat inimical

to the new era of parliamentary
accountability and transparency.

Does that answer your question?

- Why don't we leave it there for today?
- Thank you.

Have you got a moment?

Not much more than
that... Celia's cooking rabbit.

That's all it will take.

Good job in there.

You pressed all the right buttons...
Accountability, transparency...

I don't like being bullied, never have.

You see, the thing is, I'm
not sure that limpet's quite

the abject failure that Angela
burr would have us believe.

Really?

So, the day that the limpet case is ours,

you get an uncle in Switzerland
who has suffered an untimely death...

A rich uncle.

I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.

You're in over your head, Rex.

- It's...
- Don't answer now...

But think about it.

Enjoy the rabbit.

- Morning.
- Hi.

- Are you not swimming?
- I'm not in the mood.

I like you, Thomas...

You see everything and say nothing.

My husband is screwing our nanny.

What a cliché.

Jed said I should have hired an uglier girl

but the agency only had stunners.

Could you do my back?

Don't worry, I don't
want to sleep with you.

- Why is he keeping you here?
- I don't know.

Grooming you, is he?

For what?

You just be careful.

Roper's planning a big arms
deal to apo's Lebanese friend.

Weapons from seven British
and American companies...

Weapons no-one should be trading in.

Roper's using a company
called trade pass to fence the deal.

He pretends it trades
in agricultural equipment

and his investors pretend to believe him.

You can stop rubbing now.

Why are you telling me this?

I just want to be honest
with someone in this world.

Does jed know?

No, of course not!

Sandy screws everyone
and tells me everything.

Roper is steadfastly
faithful and tells jed nothing.

Do you think I should tell her?

Maybe.

If it's worry for your boy, forget it.

He knew what he was getting into.

Did he?

So, you and mr burr,

are you making a go of it?

Well, you know, like my mum says,
"you make your bed... you die in it."

No, Gordon's a decent man. It's
not his fault I'm not in love with him.

Listen...

Joel, let's not have that
conversation, please?

Well, you can't deny the past.

- Past is all it is.
- It doesn't have to be.

Joel...

You silly sod.

Hi, corky.

Frisky.

Hey, Danny.

Thomas, have you seen my phone?

I haven't. Sorry.

Dad'll be cross.

Everyone's cross and
jed's not talking to dad.

What's going on?

I don't know.

I'll tell you what,

why don't I come downstairs
and read you a bedtime story,

and we can look for your
phone in the morning?

Ok.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

What should we read?

I don't know. Which one's your favourite?

Three little pigs.

Ok, the pigs?

I can give you the Thomas
version... two little pigs.

No.

What's that?

That right there. Punch
that up. Punch that up.

What is it?

It's your boy.

"Seven tractor firms"... Seven
armament manufacturers?

"Home sale with best friend",
that's the UK and the us.

"Buyer in Beirut via worst man".

Well, worst man is roper.
Roper's the middleman?

- What's trade pass?
- I'm not sure,

must be a front organisation.

What I do know, though, is
roper's pressed the green light.

All right. Ok. Hey, guys...

Ok, so, just put the cases by
the taxi and then you can jump in.

Good girl. Pop in. Jump in.

Ok, put your seatbelts on, guys.

Ok...

Ok. Here we go.

Get in the taxi, you bloody whore!

- Caroline, for...
- You bitch!

Caroline, for Christ's sake, she's going.

She's going. She's go...

- Caro...
- Bitch!

- Whore!
- Caroline.

- Just shut up!
- All right.

Just shut up, Sandy, you shit!

What, you like the show?

You like the show, dicky?

Dicky roper?

See you later, guys.

Jed, darling... Don't even.

Where is everybody?

Monaco.

Two days of meetings.

Things are ramping up.

And you're not...

- You're not going too?
- Not me, no.

The girl was supposed to
go but she's blown him out.

I'm staying with her.
We're going riding instead.

Didn't she invite you?

Dear.

Very good. Well, have a nice time.

I'll just be a minute.

What are you doing in here?

I brought you some flowers.

Why didn't you give them to the maids?

- I have to change.
- Close the door.

You can't be in here.

This is our bedroom.

What is that?

I found it on the desktop.

You broke into his office
and you spied on his papers.

You have to be more careful.

Darling, angel, sweetie,
everyone's starving...

- He can't see you.
- Get rid of him.

Are you decent?

- What's going on?
- Nothing. I'm coming.

How was your trip?

Noisy. I hitched a ride on a c-130.

- Fun.
- How was yours?

Fine, thank you.

I'm not sure why we had to make it.

Is there a reason we're
doing this in person?

Well, halo is not too keen
on intermediaries just now.

And yet he's sent you?

There's an enforcement
operation called limpet.

We have to keep our eyes on it.

Halo says you need to be careful.

I am always careful.

How far have they got?

They've drawn a line between
langbourne and apostol.

- Jesus.
- How did they manage that?

A photograph of a meeting.

Are they after buyers or sellers?

We don't know. We assume both.

You can assure halo that we
have taken every precaution.

We have received
intelligence of our own.

We are changing the guard.

Good.

How was your meeting?

It was fine.

It was fine?

Don't be so bloody childish!
Look, caro was upset.

She wanted to get back at Sandy
so she started spreading manure.

That's it. End of story.

That's what it is... it's just a story?

Jesus, jed, what the hell
is the matter with you?

Tell me why I should believe you.

Why shouldn't you believe me?

- When have I ever lied to you?
- You... you don't lie to me.

You're much too clever
for that. You just hide.

- What? What do I hide?
- The truth, roper!

Well, what about your truth?

What about the things
you hide from me?

I don't hide anything from you.

You have a child, jed! You have a son.

Let's start with him.

Or don't you think he counts?

How do you know that?

We're not talking how, we're talking why.

Why would you hide that from me?

That was not included in the brochure.

Screw your brochure, roper.

You don't own me.

No-one is entitled to
know things about me

that I don't want them to know.

But you're entitled to spy on my life?

I can read a bloody bank statement.

I'm paying money to
raise another man's kid.

I know that...

and now anyone listening to
this phone call knows it too.

Apart from that, how was your day?

On your feet, soldier.

Where the hell did he get that?

- "Halo".
- Yeah.

They're back?

Apparently so.

The chief wants to see you.

Not you, him.

Present for you on the table.

Thank you.

I told them to put some visas
in it and make it look scruffy.

Never trust a new passport, in my view.

Always go with the old 'uns...

Like third world taxi drivers,
there's a reason they have survived.

"Andrew birch"?

We like the tree thing, we
thought we'd stick with that.

It's all official. You are reborn.

The visas are real.

If you want to renew, go to the
consulate abroad... less risky.

- What's up?
- I thought that was my present.

Well, it can be, if you
do something for me.

Right.

Sandy, papers.

We're going to need a witness...

Preferably Spanish so they
can't actually read the bloody thing.

I'll get Carlos.

- Is he 18?
- Yeah.

Wait, what is this? What am I signing?

Jesus, pine,

for a murderer on the run,
you're pretty bloody picky.

I am giving you your own company.

Look, I... look, I really...

I don't know anything
about running a company.

You don't have to.

All you have to do is
sign as Andrew birch.

Why don't you practise a few
signatures? Get the feel of it.

Andrew birch.

C for Charlie, h for hotel.

Go on. Manly one. Go for a manly one.

Andrew birch in a hurry.

Andrew birch. One more.

That's more like it.

Carlos, ven aqui.

Necesito que firmes esto.

There and there and one more there.

Carlos, here, right at the bottom.

Good lad.

Welcome to the family, Andrew.