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- What is it?.
- What?.

Your name.

- You're running a phantom agent?. Why?.
- For the money.

Zoe, are you in there?.

- Why did you say you were Matthew?.
- It was a secret name.

We share a flat. We are not married.

- I work for MI5.
- MI5?.

(GUNFIRE)

Wilder! Maynard! Join the fun.

Our Russian friend's off his head.
Where did the sheik get him?.

His Highness chooses his friends with great care.

Once chosen, they're very well treated indeed.

Oh, God...

If certain colleagues in my party could see this...

There are killjoys in my lot too.
I simply lie about fun.

Your Highness. Everything to your liking?.

At last! A British weapon that works!

Tovarich.

- You're enjoying the desert?.
- Yes.

A lot to offer, eh?. Your Highness,
gentlemen, shall we?. Come on.

That's for you.

No show yet.

- What's keeping him?.
- Paying the governor.

- There he is.
- Here we go.

Hampton! Hampton! Hampton!

Mr Wilder!

Mr Wilder! What are you going to do now?.

- Mr Wilder, how did they treat you inside?.
- I want to apologize.

I've let down my colleagues, my friends...

..and my country,
but I have now paid for that mistake.

Mr Wilder!

Was the real reason for your conviction
illegal arms sales?.

I now go into private life.

Mr Wilder, sir.

Thank you very much.

We're in. Close the car park. Number one here.

- Hello, Harry.
- Hello, Hampton. This better be something big.

How about the fall of the government?.

- And you are?.
- I thought we'd talk somewhere congenial.

- Good Lord.
- Champagne?.

Why not?.

- You probably see through all this.
- You're poisoning me.

It's a new interrogation technique.
What do you think of it?.

I'm not here for an interrogation. I'm here
at my own request. Actually, I think I'll go.

You realize you remain a Category A security risk.

Oh, how I've missed tough women.
Thank you very much.

- Cheers.
- Thank you, Number Nine.

Oh...right.

You call yourselves by numbers?.

A fad. Some youth in an Armani suit
advising the Joint Intelligence Committee.

I don't want the waiter here.

- Thank you. We'll pour from now on.
- Yes, sir.

Before we talk seriously, would you mind
if we joined in a moment of prayer?.

- You're joking?.
- Will you do the honors?.

Of course.

Lord of all who sees all,
look down upon thy humble servants...

Harry has gone way overboard
after that seminar on disorientation effects.

- What are they doing?.
- Praying.

Amen.

Thank you for that, Hampton.

Now, could you possibly tell us
why you want to see us?.

My trial was a deal
with the government, of course.

If I went down for embezzlement,
I wouldn't be prosecuted for treason.

But when I was in "the prison system",

I was...consumed
by a wholesome burning hatred

for the hypocrites
who first couldn't get enough of me,

and then wouldn't come near me.

So I wrote my memoirs.

- Very full...very frank memoirs.
- And these memoirs tell?.

Everything. The parties,
who slept with who, that kind of thing.

But at a more profound level, I reveal...
how I tried to arrange a second supergun.

- Another?.
- Didn't work out. But a lot did.

The illegal trade in arms
is worth millions to this country.

Blind eyes are turned in all sorts of corners.

Of course, my main client was the royal family
of the Confederated Gulf States.

- You wrote about Sheik Rasul?.
- Indeed. He's a wonderful host.

In my memoirs, I recount - rather well, I think -

how one beautiful night in the desert,

I corrupted a fellow British politician
into the sheik's service.

- Ask me who.
- Who?.

Richard Maynard.

Oh, yes. He fell open like a ripe peach.

Squelch.

He's one of the most respected men
in Parliament.

He's the Prime Minister's favorite
and a bosom friend, certainly, but respected?.

Most of his party think he's a sanctimonious shit.

What exactly did you write about Maynard?.

How he continues my work.

How he's hand in glove
with the sheik's Mr Fix-It, Sergei Lermov.

- Do you know him?
- Lermov. That bucket of filth.

Ifyou wanted revenge...

why did you tell us this?.
Why don't you just print it?.

That was the plan, but as my sentence wore on,

Christ began...

..to work in me.

Five weeks ago, I let him into my life.

- Now I bitterly repent writing that book.
- Then why didn't you burn it?.

- I went to its hiding place and it had gone.
- Gone?.

This may come as a surprise to you,
but prison is full of thieves.

- Did you tell the governor?.
- No.

- You could have asked to see us.
- This is my first opportunity.

I want you to find it and destroy it.

- What you wrote...is it true?.
- Oh, yes.

Illegal arms sales, in my day,
was relatively innocent.

But now, weapons sold by a cabinet minister...

reaching terrorist groups,
being turned back on the country of manufacture.

Who could survive the scandal?.
No. The government would fall.

Where did you hide this political neutron bomb?.

During my time behind bars,
I became a very keen gardener.

Is that what I think it is?.

Fancy a spliff, then?.

Jesus Christ!

- Dope, knives, pornography, but no memoirs.
- Because they don't exist.

- Why so sure?.
- Wilder's a liar.

- He got under your skin.
- There's a sense of evil about him.

MI5 doesn't do "evil",
just treachery, treason and Armageddon.

The man lies as naturally
as the rest of us breathe.

- You don't get it.
- What?.

It's not about whether Wilder's memoirs
tell the truth, or even if they exist.

It's about the damage
the very idea of them can do.

Then he's way ahead. He's got us digging up
gardens and fingering the PM's best friend.

- We've got to check Maynard out.
- I can see that.

There's a routine MOD briefing tomorrow.
I've got Maynard there and I want you to sit in.

Stroke him. See if he meows.

Wilder and Maynard did visit
the Confederated Gulf States nine years ago.

It was a goodwill trip, cross-party.

Sealed the delivery of some British arms
and there was a night in the desert.

Maynard's file.

And Wilder's.

Ellie?.

This is my daddy.

- Matthew Archer.
- Hello, Tom.

Oh, yeah. The man who fiddles with computers.

That's it.

And you're the oil man-ex.
Just back from the Gulf?.

Mm. It's a glamorous part of the world.

- You should come out there, Ellie.
- Gushes oil, doesn't it?.

Just like you gushed promises to Ellie.

- Maisie...
- Don't do this in front of my kid.

You haven't been near your kid for two years.

- Go on, cupcake. Do Mummy a drawing.
- OK. I'll do it with a thick crayon.

Cupcake?.

I'm warning you...chummy.

Thank you very much.

Ring me.

- Police Central, traffic.
- Brian?. It's Mark Hodd.

- You home?
- Yeah. Back in the land of the living.

I want to pull a favor off you. A car number.

- All right. Just for you.
- You are brilliant. It's a red Saab.

You said your name was Matthew.

- Slip of the tongue.
- No, it wasn't.

It comes out of what is wrong.
It's your bloody job.

- I hardly know what my name is myself...
- Boo hoo! Poor you!

And poor me. And poor Maisie.

- Ellie...
- Don't say anything.

Anything that you say will be wrong, OK?.

Maisie and I are going to Di's old flat.

- Where?.
- Di's flat.

You can't leave. It won't be secure.

- We'll get a deadlock put on...
- You might not be safe because of me.

- What do you mean?.
- Dependents can sometimes be at risk.

- Risk?.
- Yeah.

- I'm talking generally.
- What do you mean?.

Once you've lived with a spy,
you can't leave because of national security?.

The risk is real. That's why
the service doesn't like mixed affairs.

- What?.
- MI5 officers sleeping with...

..real people.

So they want you to sleep with each other?.

Then find yourself a little Mata Hari
that the job approves of.

Have you any idea
how horrible these things sound?.

"Dependents at risk, mixed affairs".

- Maisie and I will pack.
- This is so unfair.

Do you mean to me or to you?.

Tessa, Maynard's here.

- Minister, hello.
- Morning, Harry.

- Miss Tessa Phillips.
- How do you do?.

Very well, thank you.

- Haven't been briefed here before.
- You've been to Thames House, surely?.

Never. It looks like an office.
I suppose it's all in the mind, secrecy.

Absolutely. Shall we?.

This is about the illegal sale
of battlefield weapons.

We're eager to have interdepartmental input,
so I'd like to thank the minister for being here.

I'd like us to take a look at this man.
Sergei Lermov.

Ex cultural attach�
at the Russian Embassy. Ex KGB.

Where are all the old comrades now?. Some,
like Mr Lermov, have become powerful men.

At present, he's resident in London,
working for a charity called "Hope For Chechnya"

which gets food and medicine there
and, no doubt, the odd rocket grenade launcher.

Sometimes you have to remind yourself
of the reality with which you are dealing.

Mr Lermov is not only an arms dealer.
He's also a spy.

We believe he's been feeding information
about Chechnyan contacts to the Russians.

What's his immigration status?.

- We can throw him out.
- Why don't we?.

He's the middle man for a gunrunning cartel

in the Confederated Gulf States -
with whom we are friendly.

Indeed.

What we need, Minister, is to liaise closely.

It would help if you could authorize
a thorough audit of all weapons stocks.

That's a massive task.

We suspect weapons
are being stolen and sold abroad.

Dear God. Well, of course.
We will cooperate fully.

Thank you, Minister. That concludes things.

On behalf of my colleagues,
I'd like to thank you for this briefing.

So reassuringly alarming.

That was very informative, Harry.

I think I met him. Lermov. On a trip
a few years ago. Unsavory bastard.

- I told MI6.
- Of course.

Would you like a personal tour
of the more sensitive areas of Thames House?.

That would be very exciting.

- There are cameras.
- Where?.

- Tiny, state of the art. See?.
- Good Lord.

It's a new security drive. Since the war
on terrorism began, there's been more money.

It's not perfect. There's a dead spot
just beyond these doors.

Dear, oh dear.

- What are you doing?.
- They're out to get you.

What do you mean?.

Oh, Dick... What are you involved with?.

Well...you.

Yes.

(UNDOES ZIPPER)

- I don't think so.
- I do.

Oh, Tessa...

Oh, Tessa. Tessa.

Sshh! Tessa. Tessa, you are completely mad.

A bonk in the MI5 building
has got to be worth some air miles.

For God's sake. Let's just...

We've got to talk. Somewhere safe.

(MOBILE RINGS)

Brian. What you got?.

- That number is listed.
- What's that mean?.

- Listen. I don't know you. I've got to go.
- What?.

(CAR APPROACHES AT SPEED)

- Mr Hodd?. Mr Mark Hodd?.
- Yeah.

- We have a few questions.
- What about?.

- That phone call.
- What about my phone calls?.

Don't be stupid, now.

That's Lermov.

- Where is it?.
- Back of the bowling green hut.

Orders from Moscow, Sergei?.

We are not lifting you. This is not a lift.

You're not MI6.

- Why not?.
- You have bad manners.

Never mind the messenger. You're blown.

- You're 5.
- You've been blown for months.

- You're very confident.
- Yeah.

You think you're safe
because you have the state behind you,

but the state can disappear...Iike that.
I've seen it.

Cold War. We won, you lost.

- What is it you want?.
- Your contact in the Ministry of Defence.

- Helping you with weapons procurement.
- He's in jail.

- He has a successor.
- You must introduce me.

Sergei, we won't touch you.

You are simply a window through which
we see the filthy world we live in

but we must try to keep open.

We own you now, Sergei.

But I have friends more powerful than you.

All right, Bill.

Just like the good old days.

The name you want is Richard Maynard.

Are you taking kickbacks
from illegal arms sales in the Gulf?.

What?.

They're going to crawl all over you.
How well do you know Sergei Lermov?.

I told Harry. I met him once.
Where's this coming from?.

Hampton Wilder came to see us.

Hampton Wilder?. You've got to be joking.

Are you involved in any kind of deal?.

Do you for a moment believe...?.

That you're an unpatriotic lying bastard?.
I don't know.

You can cheat on your wife.
Maybe you can cheat on your country.

I can help you...but you've got to tell me.

There is nothing to tell.

I want my solicitor.

Don't be a wuzza.

What is this?.

Earlier you phoned a Sergeant Brian Malhorn
at Metropolitan Central.

You asked him to do you a favor -
to trace the car of this man.

Sergeant Malhorn has been suspended

and is, at this moment, having
a nasty experience with Special Branch.

You can't do this.

We can't do everything we'd like with you,
but we can do a great deal.

- Everything OK?.
- Fine.

The money from that agent of mine - is it safe?.

- It's important.
- You mean the agent that doesn't exist?.

It's a deep operation, Zoe. Be careful.

Right.

The money's safe.

Oh, no. Zoe, please!

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYS)

What are you drinking?.

Your vodka.

Go and have a look.

One, two, three.

I knew you were pulling my leg.
Fancy a real drink?.

- What is that?.
- Cold tea.

Mr Lermov up top.

Thank you, Gabriel. Show him down.
Make sure anyone else goes to the upstairs bar.

Yes, sir.

Ah, Sergei. I'm just having a drink
before the opera.

Help yourself...to a drink.

Get rid of those imbeciles.

- You'll have to be precise.
- You are MI6. I talk to the real toffs, not MI5.

Ah, those imbeciles.
What have they been doing to you?.

They are threatening me.

They want to own me. Me!

Every security service in the world
claims to own you.

We should have a special tie.
The "I Ran Sergei Lermov" Club.

- You are taking me seriously?.
- I'll always take you seriously.

Remember how we first met?. In Moscow.
That dead boy in the Hotel Ukraine?.

- I saved you from your masters over that.
- Yeah.

- We go back.
- We certainly do.

So what did the children want?.

- A name.
- They certainly seem to have you rattled.

Don't prick-tease, you Russian baboon!
What name?.

They wanted to know if I had dealings
with Richard Maynard.

Did they now?.

- I admired Maynard. I thought he was good.
- He is. Lermov is probably lying.

- Why?.
- It's in our nature.

Yes, but there's a question mark.
Get Special Branch to pull Maynard.

- That's not wanted.
- What do you mean?. What?.

- Downing Street?.
- They don't want to destroy him.

Is it up to MI5 to protect a politician
from embarrassment?.

If Maynard goes down in an illegal arms
sale scandal, the government could collapse.

We are crossing a line. We are not protecting
the country, but a political party!

- There is no line.
- Is that official?.

As far as you're concerned, yes. But
we find out everything. Knowledge is power.

Is there something else?.

Lermov said he had powerful friends.

- I think he's being protected.
- By who?.

Oh, God!

(DRAMATIC CLASSICAL MUSIC)

(BLEEPER)

(TENOR SINGS)

(PHONE BEEPS AS HE TEXTS)

Do you mind awfully not doing that?.

- Are you a Nazi, madam?.
- Pardon?.

I mean, we Wagner fans are a rum lot.

I myself bugger skinheads.

So kindly don't tell me what I can or cannot do.

- Danny?.
- Mm.

I'm scared.

Why?.

Because I don't know whether to tell or not.

They should give us training -
how to decide decisions when you are drunk.

A pissed spooks course. I'll drink to that.

Tessa's running phantom agents.

How do you know?.

Because I went to meet one
and she turned up and she told me.

Coffee. Now.

(FAINT OPERA SINGING)

This is irritating.

Gentlemen, thank you for coming.
It's "Die Walk�re." I've been waiting for it all year.

- Was it worth it?.
- You're not Wagner.

Isn't it the most repugnant music ever written?.

It is a bit of a closet thing.
People can't handle the dark side.

- So what can I do you for?.
- Have you turned Sergei Lermov?.

Yes. Terrific agent.
We noticed you'd been all over him.

- We've had to have a word with him.
- Why?.

- Smearing a government minister.
- Sergei will say anything about anyone.

I assume we're talking about
the Dick Maynard thing.

Jools, what is going on?.

- I'll send them over in the morning.
- What?.

Hampton Wilder's memoirs.

- That's what you want.
- They exist?.

Of course. We dug 'em up
as soon as he put them in the rose bed.

You really aren't on top of this one.
We put an agent inside the prison as an inmate.

MI6 had an agent inside the prison?.

Did Dick Maynard and Lermov
do business together?.

- Not outside the memoirs.
- So this is slander?.

Looks that way.

(ARIA REACHES CRESCENDO)

All right. I'll tell you. It was Dick Maynard
who shopped Hampton Wilder to us.

- Without him, Wilder would have got away.
- It's revenge?.

Whistle-blowers do tend to play their own tune.

- Do you distrust Maynard?.
- To my mind, there's an ambiguity there.

- Do you do ambiguity, Tom?.
- No. In the end a thing's a lie or it's true.

What an admirable point of view.

Mustn't miss the "Ride of the Valkyrie".
Nice to see you working late.

Glad someone's running the country
while we're at the opera.

- Why is he being so nice to us?.
- I do not know.

So Tessa's been taking you into her confidence?.

- She gave me money.
- The ten grand behind the socket?.

- I swept your room. Part of the game.
- I don't want to play anymore.

- So what's Harry say?.
- I haven't told him.

- Oh.
- What if it's a real op Tessa's running?.

She's given you ten grand. She must be bent.

- It's just Tessa's...
- What?.

She's what I've always wanted to be.
I thought she was fantastic. I still do.

She's eating you alive. Go to Harry first thing.

- Now I'm involved.
- This is my problem.

He said I could be
one of the brightest and the best.

He said that to me too.

Well, then, we are both great spooks.

You think?.

You are. You got at my vodka.

Look, Zoe, don't let Tessa mash you up.

You're too...

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(DOORBELL)

Go.

- I have decided to say yes.
- Oh...great.

Wow.

Nice flat.

You must be Sally.
Celestine told me about you.

- Did he?.
- Yeah.

So what's going on?.

- My cat died.
- Yeah.

- I got a bit pissed.
- What was it?.

Oh, just a tabby. Claws.

So sad.

Don't worry. We can get you another pussy cat.

- Where is rest room?.
- Oh. Just...

- Speak.
- I asked her to spend the weekend.

Oh, did you?. Without one word to me?.

- You're not my mum.
- Have you cleared this?.

- I didn't think it would happen.
- What about cover stories?.

- I'm a dealer in the City.
- Oh, are you?. What am I?.

- You're a cleaner.
- A what?.!

She asked me what you did and that's what I said.

- For God's sake, Danny!
- Celestine!

Take a shower?.

- Where are you from?.
- Vladivostock.

- Ah, the mysterious east of our country.
- Sexy far east.

Do you miss Russia?.

My motherland is anywhere I'm getting shagged.

(LERMOV LAUGHS)

Like here.

Why not?.

In the heart of what used to be the British Empire.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

- They say you're a party animal.
- Who say?.

Who say I'm a...?.

Death to the traitor of the motherland!

(RINGING)

Mm?. OK.

(MOBILE RINGS)

What is going on?.

- Got to go into work.
- In the middle of the night?.

- Crisis on the Singapore market.
- Sally, why are you dressed?.

Er...early office cleaning.

- You go back to bed, love.
- Maybe I will. Maybe I won't...Iove.

- Danny and Zoe are coming in.
- No.

- This is not for lower ranks.
- You going army on us?.

- You can't leave her here.
- We've got to.

There's stuff with our real names on
all over this flat.

- She won't notice.
- It's terrible tradecraft. Just throw her out.

- But I like her.
- Well, throw her out nicely!

- (RINGING)
- Yeah.

- It's me.
- Rodney.

- You can go back to bed now.
- Right.

It's off.

- I'm coming back to bed.
- What about Singapore?.

- It went away.
- What about the cleaning?.

It wasn't that bloody dirty.

- Look, don't go.
- You want to sleep with her and with me?.

You are insane.

- I just want a normal life.
- Yeah, I know.

Knifed by a bit of rough.
I thought Lermov was a pro.

He enjoyed a fumble in the dark.
How many pros have we seen destroyed by that?.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?.

Within hours of fingering a minister,
Lermov is murdered.

- Maynard has a guardian angel...
- (ALARM WHINES)

Turn that thing off, someone!

- What's going on?.
- The pod stopped someone.

(ALARM STOPS)

- Some sort of infantile joke?.
- Thank you, Tess, Jed.

Jolly japes in the playground, Tom.
You won't be bloody laughing long.

There is someone in this building
who is seriously disloyal.

We could be looking at him or her now.

A serious allegation to your sister service.

My sister should get a good whack on the behind!

- That's not helpful.
- Helpful?.

You get an excellent asset of mine killed
and you want my help?.

Oh, well. Suffer the little children
to come unto the senior service.

I suppose you want to read Wilder's memoirs.

That would be useful.

I don't know that I can entrust
such sensitive material to this organisation,

but I am taking pity.

I suppose we are, after all, on the same side.

I expect your registry to monitor readings.

- Thank you.
- This has been a very long night.

The death of an agent and one of the worst
productions of Wagner I have ever seen.

Dear God, the Valkyrie
were all dressed in scuba gear!

Goodnight to you gentlemen.

- He's setting us up. I can feel it.
- How?.

I don't know. We'll read this in the morning.

You go at Maynard - hard.

- We need Downing Street clearance.
- Bugger Downing Street.

Dick!

How are you?. Let's have a walk.

This is a speed reading job.
You know the procedure.

Nobody leaves. All copies are numbered
and will be collected by Registry.

We're looking for inconsistencies -

anything that will discredit
this manuscript or, indeed, verify it.

Maximum concentration. Begin.

Christ!

Shit!

- Christ!
- Christ!

(LAUGHTER)

Margaret Thatcher, page 82.

(ALL) Christ!

The wonders at the end of the tube line, eh?.

You come out of a station and you're nowhere.

There's some woods up there. Let's take a look.

Why?.

So I can put a bullet in the back of your neck.
Why else?.

I only met Sergei Lermov once.

He was stabbed last night.

Stabbed to death.

I'm sorry. That's terrible, but nothing to do with me.

- Good for you though.
- How?.

- Lermov can't be a witness against you.
- Are you saying...?.

Illegal arms is a dangerous world
to be involved in.

I am not involved...! Dear God!
Does to say you're innocent prove you're guilty?.

It all began nine years ago, didn't it?.

That's you, Lermov,

Hampton Wilder.

A night under the stars.

All right, I'll tell you what happened.

Wilder made a proposal.
He wanted me to come in on a deal.

- A deal involving what?.
- The illegal sale of antitank weapons.

I was on the committee scrutinizing arms
procurement. He wanted me to hide it.

- And did you?.
- No. I went straight to MI6.

I shopped Wilder.

It was me who put them onto him.
I brought him down.

So why am I being persecuted?.

Who's doing this to me?.

- I think we'll all know soon.
- What do you mean?.

Harry?.

Oh, ship of state.
What are we on the great ship of state?.

The engine room?. Hardly.

I think we're the laundry - cleaning
disgusting stains from the officers' sheets.

- Um...
- I think that's everyone done.

- Can I read it?.
- Don't bother. It's trash.

The real meaning will become apparent soon.

Everyone, write up your notes ASAP.

For the moment, stay where you are.
Registry will collect every copy. Thank you.

Oh.

I er...

You er...what?.

Is there anything I can do?.
Help you settle in or...?.

- Is Mark in there with you?.
- Why?.

- I just thought...
- Did you do something to him?.

Like what?.

I don't know. His flat's empty. His mobile's dead.

- He got a mate to put a trace on my car.
- Your zombies frightened him off?.

- It could have been someone getting to me.
- It was the father of my child.

Yeah.

I didn't try and stop them giving him a hard time.

I'm sorry.

- You're despicable.
- I'm in love. Ellie...

(BOLT CLICKS)

Ellie?.

(HE KNOCKS)

Ellie!

- You've seen the spread?. Someone leaked.
- Danny, shut up.

- There is no way we leaked.
- I know. I was scrupulously paranoid.

- Who then?.
- Remain calm. Steer the ship onward.

- (KNOCKING)
- Come.

- Sorry, but...
- No. Danny?.

It's on the wires. Richard Maynard just resigned.

There we have it. Thank you, Danny.

Maynard's resigned. Spectacular, isn't it,
when politicians destroy themselves.

Go away, you nasty little man.

Sorry.

So if it's not us and it's not Downing Street,
it's... Are you there yet?.

- Jools Siviter.
- Go on.

The sisters are using the memoirs
to get rid of Maynard.

MI6 got hold of Wilder's memoirs,
full of hatred for Maynard,

and are using them to destroy him.

- And blaming us for the leak to the press.
- Yes.

But Maynard shopped Wilder to MI6.
Why turn against him?.

- I think I may have drinkies with Mr Siviter.
- I think this thing stinks to high heaven.

- Have they just destroyed a good man?.
- Don't brood, Tom.

Politicians are conniving scum.
Don't have a fit of morals over them.

Harry. This is a surprise.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Look, you bastards, I...

Why, the secret policeman.

- Can I offer you something?.
- No, thanks.

I thought alcohol would welcome me back,
but she's turned against me.

You leaked about Maynard to the press.

Ah.

You lied about Richard Maynard, didn't you?.

- I don't think he'll ever forgive me.
- Nor do I. You destroyed his career.

I didn't mean him.

Did you throw Lermov to the wolves?.

No idea who did that. Good riddance, though.
He was getting much too big for his murky pond.

It's over. I'm done for.

You self-pitying bastard. Fight back.

Wake up, Tessa. I've been destroyed.

I can't stand this. Not after what I've done for you.

And what, pray, was that?.

I had a man killed for you.

Another?.

- Why?.
- Why what?.

Why did you destroy Maynard?.

Lermov?. You had him...?.

How could you do that?.

It was simple. I tipped off the Russians
he was two-timing them.

And why would you think, in any conceivable
twisted way, that his death would help me?.

He could have exposed you. It was a gift.

A gift?. But...a man's life?.

Dear God!

I know that secret services
can be ruthless, but...

Oh, well. From what I hear, he was a dog.

- Good riddance.
- From what you hear?.

You mean from what you know?.

- So was he bent?.
- I've no idea and don't really care.

I am going to sit here and drink your drink
until you tell me.

You think you can go one-to-one
in a drinking contest?.

Oh, yes.

You slandered Maynard. He was innocent.

I wanted revenge.

But I genuinely repent writing those memoirs.
I'd like you to believe that.

I was going to destroy them,
but they weren't there.

Someone else had need of them.

I never had any corrupt dealings with Lermov.

Then why did you resign?.

Political critical mass.
The rumors could have damaged the PM.

Even he had to ask me to go.
I agreed, of course. He's my friend.

- He's left you with nothing.
- Not exactly.

I've been offered a professorship
teaching politics at Harvard.

- It's been kept warm for me.
- You're going to America.

I'm being looked after. A new life.
No politics, no wife...no mistress.

Looking forward to it. Goodbye, Tessa.

All right, Harry.

Richard Maynard was fast-tracking
up through the government ranks.

With his Middle Eastern and MOD experience,

he would soon have made
a brilliant Foreign Secretary.

- No way were we going to let that happen.
- Why not?.

Because the white as snow Richard Maynard
was a CIA asset.

Could we really have a British
Foreign Secretary who was a CIA agent?.

- When did they recruit him?
- Years back.

- When did you find out?.
- Six months ago.

A conversation with an American in here.

- Didn't the PM...?.
- He's blind to the faults of his friends.

We needed to get rid of Maynard.
The memoirs were a godsend.

It's a good outcome all round, Harry.
Nasty foreigner dead. Dodgy Brit disgraced.

- Ship afloat.
- Absolutely.

I've been involved in a filthy trade.

Weapons I helped to be sold illegally

have almost certainly found their way to terrorists.

And I wrote lies that destroyed a good man.

You think I'm irredeemable, don't you?.

I think that's between you and your savior.

- If you really believe in him.
- Oh, I do.

- But he asks a heavy price.
- No doubt.

- Do you want to see?.
- I'm sorry?.

I can't live with myself, you see.

Not really.

Yeah.

I'll leave you to your prayers.

(DOORBELL)

Come in.

- I need a drink.
- We're way ahead of you, boss.

A nuclear power station.

If there's any danger of an attack
on the UK, we have to act.

A breach would release
a cloud more deadly than Chernobyl.

- Trusting your enemy's a fine art.
- It's not what we agreed!

- Are we running an MI5 inside MI5?.
- Who was aware of this?.

- You messed up our operation!
- And this is the man you trusted!