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(rhythmic drumming)

(exotic music)

(guns firing)

- Wilder! Maynard!

Join the fun!

- Our Russian friend's off his head.

Where did the Sheikh get hold of him?

- Well 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.

(chuckles)

- Yes, there are killjoys in my lot too.

I find it best simply to lie about fun.

- [Wilder] Ah, Your Highness.

Everything to your liking?

- At last, a British weapon that actually works!

(laughing)

- You're enjoying the desert?

- Oh yes.

- Yes, a lot to offer huh?

(chuckles)

Well Your Highness, gentlemen, shall we?

Come on! Come on!

- Um.

That's for you.

(tense music)

- No show yet.

- [BBC Man] There he is.

- [Hampton] Here we go.

(reporters crosstalk questions)

- [BBC Woman] Mr. Wilder, what are you going to do now?

- [BBC Man] Mr. Wilder, how did they

treat you inside, sir?

- 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, BBC Television.

What's the real reason for your conviction,

illegal arm sales, when you were minister?

- I now go into private life.

The one shining thing for me for my time in prison

is to have found that the Lord Jesus is my savior.

- Mr. Wilder, sir, in the back.

- Thank you very much.

(reporters crosstalk questions)

(tense music)

- [Danny] We're in. Close the carpark.

Number one here.

- Well hello, Harry.

- Hello, Hampton.

This better be about something big.

- How about the fall of the government?

(action thriller music)

(tense music)

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

to disorientate the subject.

- I'm not here for an interrogation.

I'm here at my own request.

Actually, I think I'll go.

(loud cork pop)

- You must 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. Yeah.

- You call yourselves by numbers now, do you?

- It's the latest fad.

Some youth in an Armani suit advising

the Joint Intelligence Committee.

- I don't want the waiter here.

- [Harry] 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.

- Harry has gone way overboard

after that psych ops seminar on disorientation effect.

What are they doing?

- They're praying.

- Amen.

- Thank you for that, Hampton.

Now.

Could you possibly tell us why you want to see us?

- Well my trial was a deal with the government of course.

If I shut up and went down for embezzlement,

I wouldn't be prosecuted for treason.

But when I was in what is laughably called

the prison system, I was consumed.

By a wholesome, burning hatred for those hypocrites

who couldn't get enough of me when I was the rising star.

And wouldn't come near me when I fell.

So I wrote my memoirs.

(tense music)

Very full.

Very frank memoirs.

- And these memoirs tell...

- Everything.

Oh, 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 super gun.

- Another?

- It 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.

And of course my main client was the royal family

of the Confederated Gulf States.

- You wrote about Sheikh Rasul?

- Indeed.

He's a wonderful host, you know.

In my memoirs I recount, rather well I think,

how one beautiful night in the desert,

I corrupted a fellow British politician

into the Sheikh's service.

Ask me who.

- Who?

- Richard Maynard.

Oh yes, he fell open like a ripe peach.

Squelch.

- Dick Maynard is one of the most

respected men in Parliament.

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

- What exactly did you write

about golden boy Richard Maynard?

- How he continues my work.

How he's hand in glove with the Sheikh's Mr. Fixit.

A Russian by the name of Sergai Lermov.

Do you know him?

- Lermov. That bucket of filth.

- If you wanted revenge, why did you tell us this?

Why didn'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.

And now I bitterly repent.

Writing that book.

- Then why didn't you burn it?

- I couldn't.

- Why not?

- 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 about this?

- Don't be absurd.

- Well you could have asked to see us when this happened.

- This is my first opportunity and I'm doing my duty.

I want you to find it.

And destroy it.

- Where exactly in the prison did you hide

this political neutron bomb?

- Well during my time behind bars

I became a very keen gardener.

(tense music)

- That what I think it is?

- [Prisoner] Fancy a spliff then?

(laughing)

- Jesus Christ.

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

Oh what the hell.

- You don't get it, Tess.

- Get what?

- It's not about whether Wilder's memoirs

are telling the truth about Richard Maynard,

or even if they exist.

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

That's how a scandal works.

- Well then he's way ahead.

He's got us digging up prison gardens

and fingering the Prime Minister's best friend.

- What do you suggest we do?

Ignore the whole thing?

We've got to check Maynard out.

- I can see that.

- There's a routine MO debriefing tomorrow.

I've moved Heaven and Earth to get Maynard there

and I want you to sit in on it.

Stroke him.

See if he meows.

- Hampton Wilder and Richard Maynard did go on a visit

to the Confederated Gulf States nine years ago.

It was a general goodwill business trip, cross party.

And it sealed the delivery of some small British arms,

but nothing spectacular.

And there was a night in the desert.

Maynard's file.

And Wilder's.

- Ellie!

(tense music)

- This is my daddy!

- Matthew Archer.

- Hello Tom.

- Oh yeah.

The man who fiddles with computers.

- That's it.

And you're the oilman ex.

You just back from the Gulf?

- Mmm.

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 sweetheart, why don't we go...

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

- You haven't been "in front of" your kid for two years.

- Go on, cupcake. Do mommy a drawing.

- Okay.

I'll do it with a thick crayon!

- Cupcake?

- I'm warning you.

Chummy.

- Thank you very much.

- Ring me.

(door slams)

- [Brian] Police Central. Traffic.

- Brian?

It's Mark Hodd.

- [Brian] Hey, Mark. You home again?

- Yeah, back in the land of the living.

Listen, Brian, I want to pull a favor off you.

A car number.

- 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.

- Look, I hardly know what my name is myself.

- Oh well boohoo, poor you!

- Ellie -

- Look, don't say anything.

Because anything that you say will be wrong, okay?

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

- Where?

- Di's flat.

- You can't leave.

Won't be secure.

- What you mean?

Once you've lived with a spy you can't leave

because of reasons of national security?

- There is a risk.

It's real.

That's why the service doesn't like mixed affairs.

- What?

- MI5 officers sleeping with...

Um.

Real people.

- Have you any idea how horrible these things sound?

"Dependents at risk," "mixed affairs."

(dramatic music)

Maisie and I will pack our things.

- This is so unfair.

- Do you mean to me or to you?

- [Harry] Tessa, Maynard's here.

Minister. How are you?

- Hello, Harry. Good to see you.

- Ms. Tessa Phillips.

- How do you do, Ms. Phillips?

- Very well. Thank you, Minister.

- Well Harry, haven't been briefed

in the holy of holies before.

- [Harry] You've been to Thames House surely?

- Never.

Just looks like an office.

I suppose it's all in the mind, secrecy.

- Absolutely.

Shall we?

- This is a briefing about the illegal sale

of battlefield weapons out of this country.

We're very eager to have interdepartmental input on this,

so I'd like to thank the Minister for being here.

Now I'd like all of us to take a look at this man.

Sergai Lermov.

Ex Cultural Attache at the Russian Embassy.

That is ex-KGB.

- Yes, where are all the old comrades now?

Well some of them, like Mr. Lermov,

have become powerful men.

He has moved around the world,

but at present he's resident in London.

He works for a charity called Hope for Chechnya.

Which is trying to get food and medicine

to that wretched part of the planet.

No doubt wrapped up in the odd rocket grenade launcher.

- What's this man's immigration status?

- Oh we can throw him out anytime.

- Why don't we?

- Because he's also the middle man

for a gun running cartel run out of the Middle East.

Confederated Gulf States.

A country with which we are friendly.

- Indeed.

- What we need, Minister, is to liaise closely.

It would help us enormously if you could authorize

a thorough audit of all weapon stocks.

- It's a massive task.

- We suspect weapons are being stolen

and sold abroad through this man.

- Dear God.

Well of course we'll cooperate fully.

- Thank you, Minister.

- Well that was very informative, Harry.

I think I met him.

Lermov.

On a trip a few years ago.

Unsavory bastard, I thought.

I told MI6 of course.

- Of course.

- Would you like a personal tour

of the more sensitive areas of Thames House?

There are cameras.

- Where?

- Tiny. State of the art.

See?

- Good Lord.

- It's a new security drive.

Ever since the war on terrorism began

there's been much more money for everything.

- Yes.

- It's not perfect.

There's a dead spot just beyond these doors.

- Dear oh dear.

What are you...

- They're out to get you.

- What do you mean?

- What are you involved with?

- Well.

(whispers) With you.

- Yes.

(moaning)

- Oh Tessa.

Tessa!

(Tessa laughs)

Shh!

Tessa.

Tessa, you are completely mad.

- Well a bonk in the MI5 building.

It's got to be worth some air miles.

- For God's sake.

Let's just...

- We've got to talk.

Somewhere safe.

(phone rings)

- Oh Brian, yeah. What you got?

- [Brian] That number you gave me is listed.

- What's listed mean?

- [Brian] Listen, I don't know you,

I don't want to, I never have.

I've gotta go.

- What?

- Mr. Hodd.

- You what?

- Mr. Mark Hodd?

- Yeah? - Good evening, sir.

Could we ask you a few questions?

- What about?

- The phone call you just made.

- Phone call?

What do you know about my phone call?

- Don't be stupid now.

(tense music)

- That's Lermov.

- Where is it?

- Back of the bowling green hut.

- [Tom] Orders from Moscow, eh Sergai?

(suspense music)

We are not lifting you, you understand?

This is not a lift.

- Shoot.

What is it you want?

- Your contact in the Ministry of Defense.

Helping you with illegal weapons procurement.

(Sergai chuckles)

- He's in jail,

- But he has a successor.

- Really?

Well you must introduce me.

- Sergai, we won't touch you.

You're simply a window through which

we see the filthy world you live in.

But you must try to keep open.

We own you now, Sergai.

- But I have powerful friends.

More powerful than you.

- All right then.

(Sergai chuckles)

- Just like the good old days huh?

The name you want is Richard Maynard.

(tense music)

- Are you taking kickbacks

from illegal arms sales in the Gulf?

- What?

- Dick, they're gonna crawl all over you.

How well do you know Sergai Lermov?

- I told Harry I met him once.

What is this? Where's this coming from?

- Hampton Wilder came to see us the moment he was released.

- Hampton Wilder?

You believe what - you've got to be joking.

- Are you involved in any kind of deal?

- Do you for a moment believe -

- 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.

- Oh God.

- I can help you.

But you've got to tell me.

- There is nothing to tell.

(door opens and closes)

- What is this?

- Earlier you made a phone call

to 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 from duty,

and at this moment in time, is 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 okay?

- Fine.

- The money from that agent of mine.

Is it safe?

It's important.

- (whispers) You mean the agent That doesn't exist?

- It's a deep operation, Zoe.

Be careful.

- Right.

The money's safe.

(gentle whistling music)

- Oh no, Zoe, please!

What are you drinking?

- Your vodka.

(snickers)

Go and have a look.

(action thriller music)

- One, two, three, four.

I knew you were pulling my leg.

Fancy a real drink?

(sighs)

(Zoe laughs)

- Ah, Sergai.

I'm just having a drink before the opera, but do join me.

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 want to own me.

Me!

- You seem to have every security service

in the world claiming they own you.

Maybe we should have a special tie.

The "I Ran Sergai Lermov Club."

- You are taking me seriously?

- Oh I'll always take you seriously, Sergai.

Remember how we first met?

In Moscow, that dead boy in the Hotel Ukraine?

I saved you from your masters over that affair.

- Yeah.

We go back.

- So what did the children want?

- A name.

- Well they certainly seem to have you rattled.

Well come on, don't pricktease, 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 a good man!

- [Harry] He is.

Lermov is probably lying.

- Why?

- It's in our nature whichever side you're on.

- Yes, but there is still a huge question mark there, Harry.

Get Special Branch to pull Maynard.

Give him a good squeeze

- That's not wanted.

- What do you mean it's not wanted?

Downing Street?

- They want a ring of steel around Maynard's reputation.

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,

it will open the floodgates for all kinds of things.

The government could collapse.

- No, we are crossing a line!

We are not protecting the country.

We are protecting a political party, for Christ's sake!

- But we find out everything.

Knowledge is power.

Is there something else?

- Lermov said he had powerful friends.

I got the impression he's being protected.

- By who?

Oh God.

(operatic music)

(phone beeping)

(texting)

- (whispers) Do you mind awfully not doing that?

- Are you a Nazi, madam?

- I beg your 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.

- Tessa's running phantom agents.

- How'd you know?

- Because I went to meet one.

And she turned up and she told me.

(laughs)

(chuckles)

(shrieks)

- Coffee. Now.

- This is irritating.

- Gentlemen, thank you so much for coming out here.

It's Die Walkure, you know.

Been waiting for this all year.

- Was it worth it?

- You're not Wagner are you?

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

- It is a bit of a closet thing these days.

People can't handle the dark side.

So what can I do you for?

- Have you turned an SVR agent named Sergai Lermov?

- Sergai, yes.

Terrific agent.

Of course we noticed your section A has been all over him.

- We'd had to have a word with him.

- May I ask why?

- We think he's trying to smear a government minister.

- Oh Sergai will say anything about anyone.

It's part of his charm.

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

- Jools, what is going on?

- All right, I'll send them over in the morning.

- Send what over?

- Hampton Wilder's memoirs.

That's what you're salivating for, no?

- They exist?

- Well of course they exist.

We dug them up as soon as he put them

in the prison's rose bed.

You really aren't on top of this one, are you?

Now we put an agent inside the prison

as an inmate just to keep an eye.

- MI6 had an agent inside the prison?

- What do you have on Dick Maynard?

Did you have any trace that he and Lermov

did business together?

- Not outside the memoirs.

- So this is a straight slander.

- Looks that way.

All right, I'll tell you.

It was Dick Maynard who shopped Hampton Wilder to us.

Without him blowing the whistle,

Wilder would never have been brought down.

- So it's straight revenge.

- Well the trouble with whistleblowers

is they do tend to play their own tune.

- Do you distrust Maynard?

- To my mind, there's an ambiguity there.

Well, mustn't miss the Ride of the Valkyrie.

Nice to see you gentleman working so late.

Thank God someone's running the country

while the rest of us are at the opera.

Good evening.

- She gave me money.

- You mean the 10 grand next door, behind the plug socket?

Yeah, I was giving your room a sweep.

Part of the game.

- Yeah, I don't want to play that anymore, okay?

- So what's Harry say?

- (sighs) Well nothing. I haven't told him.

- Huh?

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

I can't just -

- What, that involves giving you 10 grand?

She's gotta be bent, Zoe.

- Well just, Tessa's...

- She's eating you alive.

Go to Harry first thing in the morning.

Look, you've laid this on me.

Now I'm involved.

- This is my problem, all right?

- Look, I've gotta keep - shit.

I've gotta keep squeaky clean with Harry.

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

- Yeah, he said that to me too.

- Well then we are both great spooks.

- You think?

- You are. You got at my vodka.

Look, I'm sorry.

Don't let Tessa mess you up.

You're too...

(doorbell rings)

- Go.

- I have decided to say yes.

- Great.

- Wow.

Nice flat.

You must be Sally.

Celestine told me about you.

- Did he?

- What's going on?

- My cat died.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- I got pissed.

- So sad.

Don't worry.

We can get you another pussy cat.

Where's restroom?

- Oh, just...

(door opens and closes)

- Okay, speak.

- I asked her to spend the weekend.

- Oh did you?

What, without one word to me?

- You're not my mum.

- It's pointless to ask if you've cleared this, I suppose.

- Well I didn't really think it would happen.

- What about our cover stories, Danny?

- Right, I'm a dealer in an exchange room in the city.

- Oh are you?

What am I?

- You're a cleaner.

I'm a what?

- Shh!

Hey, she asked me what my flatmate did

and that's what I said.

- Oh for God's sake, Danny.

- Celestine?

Take a shower?

(dramatic music)

- Where are you from?

- Vladivostock.

- Ah, the mysterious East of our country.

- Sexy far East.

(Sergai chuckles)

- Do you miss Russia?

- My motherland is.

Anywhere I'm being shagged.

(laughing)

Like here.

- Why not?

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

(laughing)

(speaking foreign language)

- They say you're a party animal.

- Who say?

Who say?

(suspense music)

- Death to the traitor of the Motherland.

(phone ringing)

- Hmm?

(phone ringing)

- What is going on?

- Just gotta go into work.

- In the middle of the night?

- Crisis on the Singapore market.

- Sally, why are you dressed?

- Early office cleaning.

- Danny and Zoe are coming in.

- No.

This is not for lower ranks.

- You going army on us, Harry?

- You can't leave her here?

- We've got to.

- (whispers) Danny, there are bills and 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.

(phone ringing)

- Yeah.

- [Rodney] It's me.

- Oh, Rodney.

- [Rodney] You can go back to bed now.

- Right.

It's off.

- Look, I'm coming back to bed.

- What happened to Singapore?

- It went away.

- What about the cleaning?

- Wasn't that bloody dirty.

- [Danny] Look, don't go.

- You want to sleep with her and with me?

You are insane.

- Within 12 hours of fingering a government minister

for corruption, Lermov is murdered.

- So maybe Maynard has a guardian angel.

(alarm blaring)

Turn that thing off, someone!

What's going on?

- The pod's stopped someone.

- Some sort of infantile practical joke?

- Thank you, Tess. Jed.

(Tom snickers)

- Oh jolly japes in the playground, Tom.

I don't think you'll be bloody laughing long.

There is someone in this building who is seriously disloyal.

We could be looking at him or her right now.

- That is a very serious allegation

to level at your sister service.

- Well my sister should be bent over

and given a good whack on the behind!

- I don't find that 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 Hampton Wilder's memoirs?

- That would be useful.

- I don't know that I can entrust

such sensitive material to this organization.

But I am taking pity.

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

Needless to say, I shall expect your registry

to monitor all readings.

- Thank you.

- It's been very very long night.

The death of an agent.

And possibly 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.

(door closes)

- He's setting us up.

I can feel it in my water.

- How?

- I don't know.

We'll read this in the morning.

You go at Maynard.

Go at him hard.

- He's a minister.

We'll need Downing Street clearance.

- Bugger Downing Street.

(tense music)

- Dick!

(car lock beeps)

How are you?

Let's have a walk.

- Everyone, this is a speed reading job.

You know the procedure.

Nobody will leave the grid until we're done.

All copies are numbered and will be collected by registry.

We're looking for inconsistencies.

And as a fact, anything that will discredit this manuscript.

Or indeed verify it.

Maximum concentration.

Begin.

- Christ.

- Shit.

- Christ.

(Jed laughs)

- Margaret Thatcher, page 82!

- [Everyone] Christ.

- [Maynard] The wonders at the end of the tube, eh?

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

(chuckles)

- Some woods up there.

Let's go take a look.

- Why?

- So I can put a bullet in the back of your neck.

Why else?

(Maynard chuckles)

- I only met Sergai Lermov once.

- [Tom] He was stabbed last night.

Stabbed to death.

- I'm sorry.

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

- [Tom] Good for you though.

- How?

- Lermov can't be a witness against you.

- Are you saying that I'm -

- [Tom] Illegal arms is a dangerous world to be involved in.

- I am not involved.

Dear God, what times are we living in?

Does just to say you're innocent prove you're guilty?

(tense music)

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

That's you.

Lermov.

Hampton Wilder.

A night under the stars.

(dramatic piano music)

- 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 anti-tank weapons.

I was on the commons committee

scrutinizing arms procurement.

He wanted me to make sure that no one got wind of it.

- Did you?

- No, I went straight to MI6.

I shopped Wilder.

Dear God, it was me who put them on to him.

I brought him down.

So why am I being persecuted?

And.

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 officer's sheets.

- Um...

- Right, I think that's everyone done.

- [Tom] Can I read this?

- Don't bother. It's trash.

And I imagine their real meaning

will become apparent by tomorrow morning.

Everyone, please write up your notes ASAP.

For the moment, stay where you are.

Registry will collect and account for every copy.

Thank you for your work.

(door unlocking)

- Oh.

- I um...

- You um what?

- Is there anything I can do?

To help you settle in or...

Is Mark in there with you?

- Why?

- [Tom] Don't know. I just thought...

- Did you do something to him?

- Like what?

- I don't know.

His flat's empty.

His mobile's dead.

- You got a mate of his in the Met to put a trace on my car.

- And your zombies frightened him off.

- Could have been someone trying to get to me.

- Yeah, but actually 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.

(door locking)

Ellie!

(knocks)

Ellie!

(phone ringing)

- You've seen the center spread?

Someone leaked, didn't they?

- Danny, shut up.

There is no way the leak could have come from us.

- I know, I was scrupulously paranoid about the copies.

- Who then?

- Remain calm. Steer the ship onward.

(Danny knocks)

Come.

- Sorry, but -

- No no, Danny.

- It's all over the wires.

Richard Maynard just resigned from the government.

- Well 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?

- [Tom] Jools Siviter.

- Go on.

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

- [Harry] On?

- MI6.

Got hold of Hampton Wilder's memoirs,

full of hatred for Maynard,

and are using them to destroy him.

And they're setting us up to blame us

for the leak to the press.

- Ooh yes.

- But Maynard shopped Wilder to MI6.

Why would they turn against him?

- I think I may have drinkies with Mr. Siviter.

- And I think this thing stinks.

To high Heaven.

Have they just destroyed a good man?

- Don't brood, Tom.

Politicians are conniving, wheeler-dealing scum.

Don't have a fit of morals over them.

They wouldn't over you.

(dramatic music)

(Jools muttering)

- Harry.

This is civilized.

- Look you bastards, I...

- Why, a secret policeman.

(music intensifies)

- Can I offer you something?

- [Tom] No thank you.

- I thought alcohol would welcome me back, but.

She's turned against me.

- You leaked about Maynard to the press, didn't you?

- 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.

- [Maynard] It's over.

I'm done for.

- You self-pitying bastard.

Fight back.

- Oh 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?

(Jools sighs)

- Lermov?

You had him...

How could you possibly do that?

- Simple.

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.

- Gift?

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 have 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

with me 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,

I went to dig them up, and they weren't there.

- Someone else had need of them.

- No, I never had any corrupt dealings with Lermov, ever.

- If you're innocent, why did you resign?

- Political critical mass.

The rumors were too much.

They could have damaged the PM.

Even he in the end 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 for some time.

- 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 knowledge,

experience at the Ministry of Defense,

he would all too soon have made

a brilliant foreign secretary.

There was no way that we, or the Foreign Office,

were gonna let that happen.

- Why not?

- Because the white as snow Richard Maynard.

Was a CIA asset.

(dramatic sting)

Could we really have a British foreign secretary

who was a CIA agent?

(Tessa sighs)

- [Harry] When did they recruit him?

- [Jools] Years back.

- When did you find out?

- Six months ago.

A drunken conversation with an American cousin

in this very bar.

- Didn't the PM -

- The PM is blind to the faults of his friends.

We had to run another reason for getting rid of Maynard.

The memoirs were a godsend.

It's a good outcome all around, 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.

(tense music)

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?

(music intensifies)

- I can't live with myself, you see.

Not.

Really.

- Yeah.

I'll leave you to your prayers.

(doorbell rings)

- Come in.

- I need the drink.

- We're way ahead of you, boss.

(dramatic sting)