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1 The blood of the innocent...

shed to enrich the powerful.

It is and always has been war.

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- What am I looking at? - Mass graves outside Tripoli.

According to who?

According to whoever risked his life to send us this.

Bloody hell, would you look at that?

Gaddafi is a butcher.

Maybe he'll finally get what he deserves.

Post it.

The United States have maintained

a set of core principles which guide our approach.

As said last week, we strongly condemn

the use of violence in Libya.

But in modern times,

war can be waged with money as surely as with guns.

And the casualties of war

are no longer counted only on the battlefield...

but at home.

From now on, I will take care of you.

It's okay.

You really believe she was murdered?

An inquest is held

only if there's a suspicion of violent death, Mr. Ruggero.

Could you tell if someone had deliberately given her an overdose?

Someone could have.

Or she could have overdosed herself

deliberately or accidentally.

There's simply no way to prove it.

You know, I always believed that you weren't like them.

That you were better.

- You're right, fuck you! I'm better off without you. - Fuck you!

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Please mind the gap

- between the train and the platform. - ... financial sector today.

Financial shares are higher for midday trade

as optimism sweeps the lower market...

... can't predict that American business will do well over time.

- Hey, watch it. - Sorry, sorry, sorry.

- Uh, hey. - _

- Hi. - Hey, apparently there's a pass for me somewhere.

It's my first day, so...

- Name? - Uh, Oliver.

- Harris. - Yes.

- This is cool. - Sir.

Oh, yeah, no, sorry. Thanks.

Basically acting the same way as China did years ago...

- What are you doing here? - It's my first day.

Massimo offered me a job.

Well, congratulations. You might as well take my desk.

A little bit of advice, yeah?

Watch your back around here.

Cockshit.

Time to go.

- Hey. - Well, see you later.

- See you. - Have a good one, man.

Yeah.

Look, I just want to say, I am...

really looking forward to being part of the team.

Hmm.

Coffee?

This is Oliver Harris reporting for duty.

"Dishonest," "corrupt," "greedy."

We've had these words shouted at us,

and the volume has only increased since the crisis in 2008.

Never mind that the banking industry

helps billions of people achieve their dreams.

There are too many people who only want to see the worst of us.

But today we are here to celebrate...

the best of us.

The life of our friend and colleague,

Edward Stuart.

Okay, boss.

- See you at the office. - Okay. Good.

Dominic told me about Carrie.

I'm so sorry.

I'm worried about you, Massimo.

Oh, I'm fine.

Whatever you think he's done,

Dominic's right.

If you try to retaliate against the bank,

you will only end up hurting yourself.

Excuse me.

Detective inspector Victoria Bale.

- My partner D.S. Winks. - Massimo Ruggero.

Do detectives have a habit of showing up at funerals?

Friend of mine used to work Mafia cases.

Told me it's where you learn about power relationships.

You're a tough man to pin down.

Is it true you and the deceased were rivals for the same job?

You really want to talk here?

We just want to piece together his state of mind,

seeing as we're unable to track his final moments.

Mr. Stuart chose to jump from the one place in the building

with no surveillance cameras.

Mr. Ruggero.

Mr. Morgan would like a word.

Yes.

We can continue this at the office, hmm?

So much loss.

First John, then Ed.

Now Carrie.

I'm sorry, Massimo.

Who told you?

Blame is hard to assign when someone dies.

Was it your fault for blowing up the Davenport deal

or mine for not seeing the hole Ed was digging?

I have to go.

Let go of the dead, Massimo.

Otherwise it will eat you up inside,

like it has Nina.

The wildfires of this morning

that swept across the Arab world

turned into an inferno in Libya today.

In a region ruled by some brutal dictators,

Muammar Gaddafi is proving to be the most ruthless of all.

But after 41 years of...

We sat at that pub forever.

You made me look ridiculous to my boss and to that reporter.

I'm sorry.

Now is not a good time.

What did you find out about Ed Stuart, huh?

- Oh, now you're keeping your fucking mouth shut. - My wife died.

Because of this bank.

What?

No, no...

Yeah, Harris.

Two R's.

Don't say I always defend Massimo.

What should I say? That's what you're always doing.

Firing Paul was his only option.

That's literally and figuratively untrue.

So you think it's okay for Paul to inform behind our backs?

I'm just saying there's more likely to be two sides to the story.

Or you're just arguing with me for the sake of it.

- It's fun winding you up. - Even though you always lose.

That's not my recollection of events.

Paul betrayed Massimo, and he betrayed us.

- The end. - Really?

- What happened? - Why are you sitting there?

Oh, um, uh, Paul said...

Paul was a traitor. You're a trainee.

Your desk is...

there.

Okay, okay. Um, sorry.

Very sorry.

Get tough with the new guy, eh?

No tougher than Massimo was on me when I first started.

Assange describes WikiLeaks as

an uncensorable system for the mass

untraceable leaking of documents,

but your organization is a bit more specialized than that.

- Is that correct? - Well, you could say that. I mean,

Subterranea doesn't release information on war or political corruption

and no collateral murder footage, so to speak.

Our chief battleground is finance...

you know, investment banks, the IMF,

rating agencies, hedge fund managers,

all those who've anointed themselves as the new gods

and who don't worry themself about small things like, uh, democracy.

She was called Carrie Ruggero.

I don't know her. Sorry.

- Are you sure? - I'm sure.

Okay.

She may have worked under another name.

She didn't work for me.

I went to all three agencies that service the club.

Not one of them recognized Carrie.

Unless they were lying.

Why would they?

I don't know.

She was an addict, Max.

There's no one to blame,

least of all the one person who loved her.

I can stay the night,

if you'd like.

I need to be alone.

Do you mind?

Of course not.

Good night.

Any progress with Massimo Ruggero?

- I'm waiting for the right moment. - The right moment was immediately

- after I gave the order, wasn't it? - His wife just died.

Remember who you're dealing with here...

a shark.

If he's momentarily weak,

- we should strike. - I know.

- I think I can be straight with him. - Sofia,

this isn't a man who processes emotion

like the rest of the human race.

- He's... - I know that.

I just thought I could be...

Okay. Okay, I got it.

I didn't know about your wife. I'm so sorry, Mas.

Thank you.

If you don't mind, I'm not feeling like company.

Do you think her death had anything to do with Ed Stuart's?

I think I know why he died.

Have you seen this?

I watch the news, too, yeah.

What if I told you it wasn't Gaddafi's decision

to slaughter these people?

No? Then whose was it?

The LIA is Libya's sovereign fund...

Gaddafi's bank account.

We've intercepted hundreds of their emails.

A Libyan finance executive called Samir el-Maghrabi

is suspected of being corrupted by...

New York London Investment Bank.

They're setting up some kind of deal.

What kind of deal?

We don't know yet, but

we do know the name of the person el-Maghrabi deals with.

Your boss...

Dominic Morgan.

Dominic's many things,

but a warlord may be stretching it.

- Maybe you're not ready to hear this right now. - Maybe I'm not into conspiracy theories.

Dominic Morgan operates on a higher level than graves in Libya.

The LIA manages $70 billion.

Is that level high enough for you?

- You know, Sofia... - I think Ed Stuart was part of it,

but he couldn't live with the blood on his hands.

Could you?

This is proof of nothing.

The latest exchanges talk about a crucial meeting

between el-Maghrabi and Morgan

in London tomorrow night.

I think that's where there is proof.

Okay, let's say I'm buying any part of this.

How is it linked to Carrie?

Sh... she was a smokescreen.

Designed to draw away the attention of the one person

with enough power and access to

find out what Ed got himself into.

You.

- You... - I'm so sorry, Massimo.

It's late.

Our role in this,

is to shine a light where there's darkness.

And if you don't like what you see,

you have the power to change the world.

You just have to believe that you can.

But you do see the irony, no?

To shine that light,

but you yourself must remain in the shadows, in the darkness.

You have to understand that the organizations

that we are battling here,

would go to any measure to protect the secrets.

Chelsea Manning is now being arrested for breaking federal law...

Are you sure that the sources are safe?

Our donors and our supporters are in no danger.

Yes.

Good morning. Coming up,

the latest reports on the financial sector operations...

What have we got on LIA and NYL?

I checked with Compliance, and all the assets owned by LIA

are on some restricted list.

Restricted? What's that?

If they're on the list,

we're presumed to have inside information

and not allowed to trade them.

Dominic is setting up a meeting

for some of his most liquid clients.

- Where? - That I don't know.

Hotel, club, somewhere private.

They won't want publicity.

I suppose funding a dictator who kills his own people

doesn't exactly put a shine on your reputation.

Instruct Paul...

Jason or whoever to...

to short the ones you find listed.

I thought... I thought you just said

we weren't allowed to trade them.

Who are you, Compliance?

Uh, I don't get it.

When Dominic places shares on the open market,

the prices will be an impression and go down.

We get ahead of them by shorting the shares in a dark pool,

but I guess you don't know what that is, either.

Dark pool is a private exchange

where we can buy shares without the market knowing,

so, when the right shares go public,

we buy them back at a much lower price and make a killing.

What I don't get is all this LIA stuff.

It's just speculation, right?

Maybe this is the reason Ed Stuart turned down vice CEO.

The reason he was killed.

How did you know Dominic was involved with the LIA?

Long story. Why?

Could be just a coincidence, but,

when I was asking abut Carrie yesterday,

one of the agencies said

Dominic's office reserved two dozen girls

for a private function tonight.

Did they say where?

- I could find out. - Do that.

Thank you.

Why don't you just...

go to the police?

And tell them that Stuart died

because of a file with my name on it on his laptop?

A laptop that we stole?

I stole.

Don't stress.

If they suspect anyone,

it'll be me.

We meet again.

We've made an appointment with your secretary.

That's the team, is it?

Yes, it is.

Kalim Chowdrey,

- Eleanor Bourg and Paul McGuinnan. - That's Kalim and Eleanor.

Paul no longer works here.

Really? Since when?

Since yesterday.

So it's sudden, isn't it?

He decided to pursue other opportunities.

And who's that then?

- Oliver Harris. - Young, isn't he?

Does he earn more than me?

- That would be depressing. - Probably.

Do you happen to know if Oliver

was at Mr. Stuart's house the other day?

I very much doubt that.

The young man matches the description visiting the house

two days after Mr. Stuart died.

Detective, Oliver Harris started working here yesterday morning.

- I don't think so. - Is it just a coincidence?

Shall we go to my office and continue this?

I don't think we have anything further to ask.

Unless there's something you wanna talk about.

Thanks for your time, Mrs Ruggero.

You're welcome. Goodbye.

Where's the dinner being held?

At a hotel in London.

You have to get in there.

I'm not even meant to know what's happening.

I... I don't know.

Are you certain el-Maghrabi will be there?

You saw the email.

Who's your source on Libya?

A lady never tells.

Are you okay?

- I'll go. - No way.

I'm not putting you in danger.

I'll put myself where I want, thanks.

Don't worry. I'm not a lady.

The escort agency.

And that's the question... if Gaddafi goes,

will that be good or bad for America?

I'm popping out to get some lunch.

- I am Hank Marvin. - Huh?

Hank Marvin... starvin'.

You want anything?

Look around you.

What do you see?

Oh.

Never leave the compound. Got it.

We'll make an exception this time

if you get me a triple shot latte.

All right. You?

Cool.

What's wrong?

You only get one big fuck-up, right?

No matter who you are.

If his judgment is off about Libya,

that's our one fuck-up.

I don't see a problem.

Shorting LIA's portfolio is classic Max Ruggero.

Classic Max is months of research

before taking a position.

So he got a tip.

No, he's not thinking straight.

He feels guilty over Carrie,

so he's lashing out against Dominic and the bank.

Then think about Dominic Morgan levels of anger aimed at us.

- Hello. - Hey, can I get a triple shot latte?

Thank you. See you again.

- Mr. Harris. - I'm kind of in a hurry.

Oh. I, uh,

I saw you talking to my... to my boss.

We know you took Edward Stuart's laptop, Mr. Harris.

Say what?

Why... Why would you think...

Uh, did, uh, did Massimo tell you that?

No need to fret.

We don't want you.

Uh, I don't...

I don't know anything about a laptop.

Is that your official statement?

Uh, do I need a lawyer or something?

You tell us.

Lying to a police officer is a serious offence.

Why don't you sleep on it?

Come and see us tomorrow at 9:00.

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Thank you.

You said the agency was sending two dozen escorts.

One more.

They'll have ways of detecting that.

Then you want to know what's going on in there?

Yes, I do.

I find el-Maghrabi,

I make the connection with NYL,

I get out.

Her name is Jana.

Hi Jana, it's Nicolas from Butterfly Escorts.

I'm sorry for the late notice but the night's off.

You know bankers.

They cancelled the whole event.

Uh, next time, we're charging double, right?

Thank you so much.

Is there something you're not telling me about your past?

Be careful.

- Name? - Jana.

- Sign there, please. - Is everyone signed in?

Thank you.

Don't worry, Jana. You'll be fine.

Let me say now,

if a client asks you up to the bedroom, that's your decision.

But of course there are bonuses for those who accept.

Anything not clear?

Mobile phones go in here, they'll be returned when you leave.

That's everything, ladies, except have fun.

Ahem.

Wow.

Ahem. Excuse me. Habibi. Where are you from?

Nowhere. Everywhere.

That's not really an answer.

I know, so guess where.

- Oh, you want to play games, huh? - Mm-hmm.

- Well, let's say, um... - Wait.

You have to hold this for me for a minute.

- Sure. Just one minute. - Okay.

- Just 60 seconds. - I'm counting.

- 1... 2... - 2...

3.

Ahem.

What were you doing in there?

Um, I was with my date...

- Samir el-Maghrabi. - Hmm.

- So where is he? - He's inside.

He's getting me champagne.

- Come with me. - I can't.

- Just for a chat. - You're kidding me.

- I... - Let's go.

And there you are.

- I... - Ahem.

One minute.

Mr. el-Maghrabi, do you know this lady?

Sure, I do. And obviously she thinks I'm her waiter.

No, just...

- Excuse us. - Yes. Excuse us.

- Have a good evening. - Bye.

Very much.

You know, I swear I smelled alcohol on Tyrone's breath

when I got home.

♪

♪

His eyes were really bloodshot.

Like, he's 14. It's not right.

Latoyah, babe, you're the best,

the way you're always looking out for my little brother.

Sorry, what?

- Hi. - Yeah.

Now that I have your attention.

- You got it. - Yeah?

It's about that computer, isn't it?

I have to go to the police station in the morning.

I don't know what to tell them.

You tell them the truth.

And then what?

Never get a chance like this again?

Chance to get us out of this?

Babe, blokes like Massimo

only care about money and fucking people over.

If it's not this time you get fucked over,

it will be the next one.

- Yeah, but... - No, we're done talking.

- Ah. - Mm-hmm.

I hope it's been made clear to you

that your attendance here tonight

is really vital to our success.

And, uh, I have a club down in Pall Mall. You may be...

Ahem.

All right. Enough work.

Now it's time to play.

I'm going to fuck you...

I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before.

All right, uh?

Wait, wait, wait.

Okay.

- Oh, I got to play again, huh? - Yeah.

Ahem.

Now don't you fucking move.

- Okay. - Okay?

I said don't you fucking move.

What happened?

Do you know him?

- This guy. - Yes.

Chris Bailey.

Took over from Ed Stuart.

Now he's next in line for vice CEO.

He said something about Pall Mall.

The Pall Mall Club.

Hmm. Maybe.

I have to clean up the sound when I get back to my computer.

Could be where Dominic's selling the LIA shares.

You need to release the stills before he does.

What for?

It'll prove NYL and Libyans are connected.

Mm, no. It would just prove they were talking at a party.

After the massacre at Tripoli, that's plenty.

You need to get the photos onto your website.

Okay.

Stop it. Stop looking at me like that. Okay?

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

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Mm. Uh, coming.

Don't tell me he already quit after three days.

If you want to learn how to manage men,

you have to learn how to handle pain.

And get yourself a proper tie. This is...

offensive.

Consider it done.

That's all.

I have to go to the police station in an hour.

They want to question me about Ed Stuart's laptop.

They know I took it.

How can they?

Did you speak to anyone?

The lady who gave me the computer.

They didn't get anything from you now.

Yes. Someone else must have seen me,

or how would they have my description?

I knew this was wrong.

They said they won't prosecute me

- if I tell them the truth. - Okay, okay, listen to me.

They want to use you to get to me.

Where's the laptop now?

Okay.

So, uh...

so what should I tell them?

You do what you think is right for you.

Mm.

I've been trying to reach you all night.

We're on the move. What's up?

Didn't you get the el-Maghrabi footage?

Yeah. I got it.

Wow. Seems like the bank's meeting

with the LIA investors this morning.

Ruggero asked me to put those pictures on the website first,

and I know it's not conclusive proof, but... but,

the publicity would still be enough

to stop Morgan in his tracks. Right?

Look, Sofia,

you're too eager.

It only takes one thing like this to backfire

and all our credibility's lost.

I'm too eager?

Am I too eager or you too timid?

I know how personal this is to you,

so I'm gonna let that slide, okay?

We're spending way too much valuable time

trying to cool you down.

Look, Daniel,

I'm really getting somewhere with Massimo.

If we run the footage, it would solidify the trust,

- and that's what we... - We strike when I say we strike.

Okay?

Keep your eyes on the prize.

Personal scores can be settled later.

Yup. Wanna shot this off, please? Thank you.

This way, this way.

Let's go.

... club down in Pall Mall. You may be...

- Hello. "The Guardian." - Uh, Hilary Mason, please.

Good morning, Mr. Harris.

Good morning.

Interview started 9:04.

Detective inspector Bale and D.S. Winks present.

So did you have time to think about our question yesterday?

Yeah, I did.

Do you admit to taking the laptop from Ed Stuart's house?

I'm sorry, but I really don't know what you're talking about.

You do understand the housekeeper can positively identify you.

She saw you from the window.

She must be mistaken.

Um, I've never been to Edward Stuart's house.

I get it.

Job of your dreams.

Massimo Ruggero's your ticket to a better life.

But you perjure yourself in a police investigation,

and you're just another kid from the street

who ends up inside.

I think I've answered your question.

Can I go now?

Interview terminated 9:06.

I want to thank you all for being here on time.

I know it was a late night

and a long night for some of you.

We're gonna proceed with the details of this sale,

but before we do...

Chris is gonna give you a little bit of a background on the fund.

Chris?

Well, as you know, the Libyan Investment Authority

was founded in 2006

to create a diversified source of income for future generations

- by investing in... - What is it?

This.

It just broke on the "Guardian" website.

From last night.

Someone got through.

Who's the reporter on the story?

Hilary Mason.

Mr. Morgan, would you like to make a statement?

No comment from the NYL chief Dominic Morgan

about photographs suggesting the bank is in league

with Muammar Gaddafi,

the Libyan strongman condemned

for having killed thousands of his own people.

Bank shares have dropped 10% since we've been standing here.

I love watching my wages evaporate.

How much did you know about this?

I hope you know what you're doing.

We're not happy about this, Dominic.

I'm not exactly doing backflips here, Margaret.

People connecting us with Gaddafi's money would be suboptimum.

I know that. I'm going to take care of it.

- When? - Now, of course.

Thank you, Janet. See you later.

- Hey. - What the fuck were you thinking?

You said to get the story out. That's what I did.

On Subterranea, your website, not in the bloody "Guardian."

Who cares? People know the truth now. That's the most important thing.

Dominic knows I was going to meet Hilary Mason.

He's not stupid.

I gave you what I promised...

- A major fucking headache. - No, no.

Proof that NYL has enough blood on its hands

to fucking drive a man to suicide.

- I have to go. - Massimo.

Massimo.

What's going on?

Dominic's about to hold a press conference.

Good morning, everyone.

Thank you for taking the time to come in here.

The rumours and reckless allegations

in the press this morning are deeply disturbing to me,

my bank, and to my family.

Far from supporting the Gaddafi regime,

my meetings with Samir el-Maghrabi,

a courageous executive in the Libyan Sovereign Fund,

have been for the opposite purpose.

I'm not taking Massimo's side anymore.

To ensure that Libya has a free

and democratic, prosperous future.

Are you saying that Mr. el-Maghrabi

has broken with the regime?

Mr. el-Maghrabi has long been

secretly disassociated from the Gaddafi regime.

We've been working to ensure that resources are available,

uh, for reconstruction when this horrible war comes to an end.

Mr. el-Maghrabi and this bank are committed to the future

of a free Libyan people.

- Any questions? - Yes. Mr. Morgan.

Would you like to elaborate on that a little bit?

I think I've made it very clear that my statement stands.

Thank you very much for your time.

Declaring in a joint statement

that Gaddafi's reign must end,

American and French military jets

launched a bombing campaign this morning

against the embattled dictator.

Sofia.

- What is this? - Nothing.

Nothing?

Conviction to the cause.

The cause?

This has got nothing to do with the cause.

This is you being obsessive

with revenge against Dominic Morgan,

and it's impairing your judgment.

Bull-shit.

You can't tell me Morgan's the saint

- they're painting him as in the press. - Well, what matters is perception.

You're the one who made him look good.

Because you disobeyed my orders.

I wonder what Massimo Ruggero will make of this.

I see.

Months of work just...

I've a relationship with him now.

- I still can't talk... - What did I say? What did I fucking say?

You do not go after a man like Dominic Morgan with a knife or a gun.

You go with an army, or you stay the fuck home.

I'm sorry.

- Oh, you're sorry? - Mm-hmm.

Oh. Oh, I mean,

the U.S. freezes $32 billion in Libyan assets,

and Dominic Morgan probably makes millions

selling shares to his investors.

But, um, as long as you're sorry.

I'll have to reassess your value to Subterranea.

Daniel.

If ever there was a man as skilled

at turning a situation to his advantage,

I have yet to meet him.

Every crisis is an opportunity.

We're all very impressed and grateful

and eager that nothing like this happens ever again.

It won't.

Merciful Lord,

You know the anguish of the sorrowful.

You are attentive to the prayers of the humble.

Hear Your people

who cry out to you in their need,

and strengthen their hope in Your lasting goodness.

We ask this through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I'm truly sorry for your loss.

Are you?

I know you shorted the LIA shares.

There is a reason Ed Stuart died.

I don't know what's going on in your mind,

but I'm not the enemy.

I hope you know that now.

I've already lost one son.

I don't want to lose another one.

I'm not your team. I'm not your team. We're not a team.

- I don't want you on my team. - I work on my own.

♪

They finally found it in his office.

Care of Claire Stuart.

Good. Get it analysed ASAP.

What does the postmortem say?

"Deceased presents with breaks to the radius distal ulna

and a fracture to the distal radius of the left hand."

All of the above plus the, um,

broken humerus and fractured scapular on the right.

They broke his arms.

It's how he broke them.

"Combined with the angle at which the body landed.

Suggest his arms were out to protect from impact."

He was pushed.

Yeah.

- What's funny? - You are so funny.

- Why? - What do you think is your job?

You think it's your job... I'm not your team. I'm not your team.

We're not a team.

You can see it for the first time...

a dazed and confused Gaddafi bleeding heavily

from a wound on his head, from his arm,

and apparently from other injuries to his neck and torso,

staining his tunic red with blood.

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