Original subtitles

(calm music) (rain pattering)

(announcer murmuring)

- Excuse me, have you got any change?

It's not taking notes.

- Hang on.

No, nearly.

Not quite.

- That'll do.

- Oh, no, no, no.

Hang on.

I've got some more somewhere.

- Don't worry.

- No, no, here we are.

Excuse me!

(gate beeping)

Hello?

(calm music continues)

(train rumbling)

Excuse me, your change.

(body thudding)

(subway screeching)

(alarm blaring)

(people screaming) (announcer murmuring)

(calm music continues)

(siren wailing)

(tires squealing)

- Harry?

- There's nothing on it.

- Are you sure?

It has the feel of a classic drop.

- That's trouble with spies,

always looking for meaning and everything.

Are you okay?

- Yes.

- Are you certain?

- It's silly.

I know, it's just a stranger,

but I just can't quite get the image outta my mind.

It all happened so quickly and...

God.

Sorry.

- Sweet tea.

That's what you need.

- There was something in his manner.

- [Harry] Tea bags?

- Second shelf down.

His face was...

Gosh, how could I describe it?

It was like he was trying to tell me something.

- Well, he was about to kill himself.

I'm not sure how much you could read from his face.

- I know.

- And your imagination,

especially after a shock like that, could play tricks.

- Mm.

- [Harry] Promise me you'll take the morning off.

- How very English.

Sweet tea.

(phone ringing)

- Yes?

Yes.

I've got to go.

Late already.

- Yeah, I'll be fine.

(tense music)

(tools buzzing)

(announcer murmuring) (sirens wailing)

- Harry.

Well, I expect the Home Secretary will want

this to be handled discreetly.

- Do we know any more?

- Formal ID hasn't been done, so...

- Informally?

- Yes, it's him.

(tense music)

(Adam screaming)

(Adam panting)

- Oh, Christ!

(tense music)

- Still think it's a depressive coincidence?

- See you're doing what you were told, taking it easy.

- Asked around, Harry.

It's Mik Maudsley, head of security for Southeast Prisons.

Wife, family, everything to live for,

nothing to suggest he was depressed or suicidal.

Oh, apart from this.

He was at Cotterdam the night of the fire.

- Cotterdam?

- Yeah, it seems so,

but no mention of it in the Special Branch report.

- Thought that wasn't due out until later today.

- Well, I managed to get a sneak preview.

It's a coverup, Harry.

It's 360 pages of fiction.

It concludes the fire was an accident.

- Cotterdam an accident?

- Exactly.

And Maudsley's suicide on the day the report comes out,

it can't be a coincidence.

- What would be gained

by Special Branch concealing the truth?

- It depends what the truth is.

(tense music)

- Now, moving on to item...

Harry, good of you to join us

- Before we start a question for you, Oliver.

What happened at Cotterdam?

- Cotterdam?

- And before you point me in the direction

of the Special Branch report, I have a copy.

I read it already.

- It's not even published yet.

- Just as well as it tells me nothing.

An accident?

- Accidents do happen.

- Yes, but accidents inside secure units

that kill seven of the country's most wanted men?

It's a whitewash, Oliver.

And I, for one, would like

to know why the truth is being buried.

- There's no burial of anything.

That is a serious accusation, Harry.

- Maudsley.

- [Oliver] What?

- Mik Maudsley.

- Is that name supposed to mean something to me?

- Yes, it's the name of the man

who was the head of security for Southeast Prisons.

The same man who threw himself under a train this morning.

- Well, that is unfortunate.

- I'll say.

- I'm sorry you have so little faith in your colleagues.

- No one wants this dragged through the press.

So Special Branch were told to lance the boil at source.

- Anyone else support Mr. Pearce's vote of no confidence?

I thought not.

Shame.

Well then, gentlemen, shall we move on?

Page four.

Harry. Harry. Harry.

- You're normally the first

to stick your neck out over this sort of thing.

- And I do. I have.

- But not this time, it seems

- I choose my battles.

That's the difference.

- If we start saying what we're told to say,

we become an instrument of the state.

A puppet force.

Look at Hutton.

- But Cotterdam, Harry.

Cotterdam is unimportant.

Seven terror suspects died.

Whether it was an accident or not, it was seven lives.

- And the intelligence lost?

- We pick ourselves up and we go on.

But my advice?

Save your energy for other terrors on the horizon.

(tense music)

- Adam, Cotterdam prison.

I want to go back over everything concerning the fire.

- I thought Special Branch were taking care of it.

- So did I.

It appears they've done nothing more

than write what they were told to.

I think those terrorists were murdered

and someone's protecting their killers.

Could be sleepwalking into vigilantism.

Get everyone assembled.

Ruth, you told anyone what you witnessed this morning?

- No.

- Or logged a report as I asked?

- Not yet.

- Good.

- What do you mean, good? I thought you-

- Anything back on the 10-pound note?

- Malcolm's still looking at it. Why?

- Let's just call it an uncomfortable feeling.

Do nothing.

- Cotterdam Prison.

This was filmed two weeks ago

when a fire all but destroyed the building.

Now, all 240 inmates were evacuated except seven.

These seven died in the fire.

All were members of the extremist group Acts of Truth

and were planning an attack.

- Some examples of their previous handiwork

- [Adam] Bombs without warnings, maximum fatalities.

- Which, of course, we were keen to avoid on UK soil.

- But the fire intervened

and all our intelligence died with those men.

Now, Special Branch have completed their investigation,

but their report reads like a thinly-disguised coverup.

Someone knows why these men lost their lives

and hasn't come clean.

- And then there is Maudsley.

- Mik Maudsley, head of security for Southeast Prisons.

Now, he was in Cotterdam the night of the fire

and threw himself in front of a train this morning.

- If these seven men were murdered,

Maudsley may be the only man who knew by who.

- We need to find out who visited the prison

on the day of the fire.

But their computer firewall means we can't hack in.

We have to do this one on site.

Ros, I'd like you to go in and, Zaf, back her up please.

- Our presence in Cotterdam though is extremely sensitive.

You'll need to be careful.

- So you agree with me now? About the drop?

- No, I'm undecided either way.

I mean, if there was a drop and it was targeted at you,

I don't want to leave an official trail

until we know what it was.

- Okay.

But even Adam?

- You can tell Adam.

- Well, I don't have to.

- It's up to you.

I'm not saying you should keep things

from other members of the team,

I'm just saying...

- Don't tell anyone.

- Yes.

I mean no.

- Not until we know what it is.

- Exactly. - Right.

- Ruth?

Maudsley was being paid by someone.

Six months ago, he was bankrupt

and since then he's had all his debts paid off.

He died with a healthy bank balance.

- No mention of it in the Special Branch report either.

- No.

Sorry. Am I...

- No. - No.

(footsteps clacking)

- Hi.

- Ah.

Nothing on it. Sorry.

- Are you sure?

- I've scoured it.

Put it through a scanner.

It's nothing at all.

It's just an ordinary tenner.

- There's no other tests you can run?

- Well, I could blow it up if you like,

set light to it.

- No, it's okay. Thanks.

- [Malcolm] I still don't understand

how it links to our investigation.

- Just routine.

- Oh, okay.

- I need another favor from you actually.

(tense music)

Have you still got your contact at the mortuary?

(tense music continues)

(Ruth gasps)

(paper rustling)

What were you trying to tell me?

(tense music continues)

I must not have noticed.

- Angela Webster from the prison IT inspectorate,

and my assistant, Steven Barn.

We here to do a spot check of your IT systems.

- There's nothing in the book.

- Well, that would be because we don't actually

make appointments for spot inspections.

But I think you'll find Steven here did ring ahead

to tell you that we'd be in the area this week.

- Actually, sorry, I might not have.

- Oh, for God's sake, Steven.

Can you just call the governor's office please

and let's get this thing cleared up.

(tense music continues)

- [Jo] Hello, governor's office.

- I've got a Ms. Webster here.

Apparently she's from the IT inspectorate.

- Oh God, not now.

All right, have her sent up

but keep her sweet.

- Sorry.

If you could place all mobile telephones, camera equipment,

and bags in the chute here please.

- Thank you.

(door buzzing)

We just wanna make sure that you've backed up

all your records for the last five years.

- Of course.

We back up the information store

and all the network drives daily on the debts.

And you can see in the job monitor here

that there's alerts set up if anything goes wrong.

I mean, tapes are kept off site

and rotated on a weekly basis.

- Angela? Angela, are you are right?

- Asthma.

- You okay?

(Ros wheezes)

- Is there anything I can do?

- My inhaler's in my bag.

- She needs her bag.

Can you get it?

It's at security.

- Well, I shouldn't-

- Yeah, look, I need to stay with her. Are you all right?

- Okay.

(Ros wheezing)

- [Zafar] Breathe slowly.

- Okay, Jo, he's gone.

The tracker's in my bag.

Let us know when it's on the move.

- Will do.

(computer beeps)

- Wow, level of paranoia these days.

He's locked it.

We need a code.

- It's the same system as the civil service.

- Okay. Put in CR and then three asterisks.

- Yeah, how many two letter combinations are there?

- HM, try that.

DA.

- [Zafar] What was that?

- Governor's initials.

- Okay.

Day of the fire, bingo.

Records are kept by the hour,

so we're gonna have to do this in stages.

Malcolm, sending over 6:00 AM 'til 7:00.

- Yeah, it's coming through.

- The IT inspector's bag, please.

(tense music continues)

(door buzzing)

- The tracker's on the move.

He's on his way back.

- I'll just keep sending them.

- Jo, where is he now?

- [Jo] He's on the stairs two floors away

- How fine are we cutting this?

- [Ros] 'Til we find something.

- He's 10 feet away.

- [Zafar] Only two more files to download.

- [Jo] He's outside.

(Ros wheezing)

- Here you are.

Is she okay then?

- I'm fine.

- Yeah, just too many fags last night.

- Thanks.

- We're gonna get some air.

- Yeah. - [IT Worker] Yeah.

- Thanks. Thanks very much.

- [Zafar] Thank you.

(tense music continues)

- Adam, I think you should see this.

Visitor's logbook from the day of the fire at Cotterdam.

All the names check out, apart from this one,

Clee, an electrical contractor.

CCTV still of entering the prison.

Now, we couldn't find any record of him.

So we cross-referenced this photo with our systems.

Sure enough, Clee doesn't exist,

- [Jo] But Zakir Abdul does.

He's a known associate of Acts of Truth.

He's been on our radar for years.

- Shit. You know what this means?

- Acts of Truth bribe Maudsley into letting Abdul

into the prison.

It's no wonder he killed himself.

- They started the fire and killed their own men

rather than us interrogate them.

Where's Abdul now?

- A warehouse in King's Cross.

- Jo, let's go.

Malcolm, get special ops and meet us there.

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(door creaks)

Mr. Abdul, this is the British security services.

Please put your hands where we can see them.

Zakir Abdul, you are surrounded by armed officers.

Put your hands where we can see them.

Abdul!

(tense music continues)

- I know you're gonna say I'm crazy,

and I don't know, maybe I am,

but I just don't think any of it makes sense.

- Listen, you can relax.

Maudsley was the man on the inside.

Forensics have found DNA evidence

which proves he visited Zakir Abdul at the warehouse,

but there was no drop.

You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, yes?

I don't want you to get fixated on this.

- Fixated?

- Well, no, not fixated.

Sorry, that's the wrong word.

But I'm worried about you.

- I'm fine.

- You look exhausted.

- Oh, Harry...

- Let me give you a lift home.

- No, I'm gonna go on the tube.

- Don't be such a stubborn old mule.

- Mule?

- Well, I don't mean mule.

It's a phrase.

- God, those two.

One minute, it's off,

the next, it's all on again.

- I hadn't noticed.

- This tracker should tell us.

If it's straight home for Ruth then maybe not,

but if it's out for a Chinese

or a curry, then maybe.

- I'm really not interested.

- Come on. There's not much else to smile about.

Ask Zaf, he's running a book.

- Okay.

(door beeps)

(traffic whooshing) (birds chirping)

(computer beeps)

- See you in the morning, Harry.

Thank you.

- [Harry] Bye, Ruth.

- Bye.

(car rumbling)

(computer beeps)

- No date then.

(tense music)

(car chirps)

(car rumbling)

(computer beeping)

I thought you said you were going home.

(tense music continues)

(traffic whooshing)

(door buzzing)

(computer beeping)

Maudsley's House.

What the hell are you up to, Ruth?

(keys jingling)

(tense music continues)

(keys jingling)

(phone ringing)

- [Zafar] Ros?

- Zaf, meet me at Mik Maudsley's house.

(tense music continues)

(door buzzing)

(tense music continues)

- Come on.

- Phone Harry.

- You must be joking.

She's his rose-tinted blind spot.

- Adam then.

- Sure, when we've found out what she's doing here.

- Look, I don't like spying on Ruth.

- So don't.

(tense music continues)

What gun was Abdul shot with?

- It was a Chinese Type 67.

- Bit unusual.

- [Zafar] Very. Made Malcolm's day

- Like this one?

(tense music continues)

- You're jumping to conclusions,

- What conclusions?

I've said nothing.

But what was she doing here at Maudsley's house?

And if this is part of the team's operation,

how come we don't know anything about it?

(traffic whooshing) (siren wailing)

(tense music continues)

- Hi.

- Hello.

- [Ruth] Just the apple please.

Sorry, I've only got a tenner.

- [Shopkeeper] Thanks.

Okay?

- Thanks very much.

- Ruth? - Oh my God.

- What the hell is going on?

- Oh God, it's you.

- Why are you acting alone?

- I will tell you,

but let's get back to Thames House.

I'll tell you there.

- Come on.

(tense music continues)

(door beeps)

- Is there a problem?

- Yes, Ruth. I think there is.

- What's going on?

- We need to talk to you, Ruth.

- Do I need to sit down, Harry?

- It's going to be all right, Ruth.

Let's go into Harry's office.

- No, no, whatever it is, let's just do it here.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

- What were you doing at Maudsley's house?

(tense music)

- Nothing.

I mean, I was-

- [Oliver] You don't deny you went there?

- No.

- [Oliver] Authorized?

- No.

- Luckily you were reported.

At the Maudsley house,

a Chinese Type 67 was found,

the same one that killed Mr. Abdul.

Do you know anything about it?

- No.

- Of course she doesn't.

This is insane.

- As you know, Maudsley was under suspicion

of colluding with terrorists.

- I didn't believe that.

- Whether you believed it or not is immaterial.

You were at his house.

You went to the mortuary to search his body.

You were behind him when he committed suicide.

None of these events have been logged or officially trailed.

- [Harry] She was following my orders.

- I thought he was making a drop.

- [Oliver] You were working with him.

- That is ridiculous.

- And the two of you together

were working for Acts of Truth.

When Maudsley died,

you went to his house to destroy the evidence.

- That is not true. There was a drop.

- [Harry] Ruth... - I found it.

- So where is it?

(tense music continues)

Okay, let's see it.

Let's see where this takes us.

(tense music continues)

- Is there a problem?

- I'm not sure.

- [Harry] Malcolm?

- [Malcolm] It's blank.

- What?

- [Harry] Are you sure?

- Sorry, Ruth. There's nothing on it.

- There was no drop, Ruth.

You and Maudsley were working for Acts of Truth.

Things got out of hand. You pushed him.

- That's not true.

(tense music continues)

- Sorry, Harry.

You met Maudsley, followed him to the platform,

and pushed him.

- That's been been tampered with.

It's a fake.

- Please, Zaf.

Let's not make this any more upsetting than it already is.

We have witnesses saying they saw you push him.

- What witnesses?

(tense music continues)

- [Oliver] You were seen, Ruth.

Apart from the CCTV, you were seen.

- I will sort this out.

I promise, Ruth.

I will sort this out.

- Harry, I've seen it before too many times.

We've done it to too many people.

- Sir, will you move?

- Do not address me!

(tense music continues)

- Sir, do we back off Cotterdam?

- Absolutely not.

Cotterdam's the key.

(tense music continues)

- My hands were tied, you can see that.

Once a report has been made, Harry,

there's nothing one can do.

- You know Ruth. You know what she's capable of.

- Chinese Type 67.

- Look, I don't pretend to know what's really going on here,

but I'm asking for your help.

I need time, Oliver.

- I'll give you a day.

I'll have her put under surveillance.

One day and then she'll be arrested.

Don't ask me for more.

And no contact.

Any contact between you and her and it's out of my hands.

- Thank you.

- Adam.

- Everything we say is going to be scrutinized.

We need to regroup.

- We need to stay calm, work out how best to clear her name.

- Was anyone followed here?

- I think we're clear.

Surprised to see you here.

- Can I have a word?

- I think you'd better say it to everyone.

- I'm not sorry. I was doing my job.

- [Adam] But you were wrong.

- I agree, she's been set up if that's what you mean.

- Why frame Ruth though?

What do they gain?

- They get to me.

- How is she?

- No one's been allowed to speak to her.

- How do you think she is?

Scared out of her wits.

- We need to think quickly.

Find whatever it was that Maudsley

was trying to get to Ruth.

- [Zafar] So we all agree?

Maudsley made a drop?

- [Adam] Yeah, I think it's time to trust Ruth.

- If I hadn't been so pigheaded,

I would've done that in the first place.

- Let's assume for a moment that Maudsley's innocent.

He's in the prison that night.

He knows Special Branch are hiding something

in their report.

He identifies Ruth as the right person

to get information to Harry.

It's a good choice.

Close but not too close.

- Why not go straight to Harry?

- Too risky. Chances are he's being watched.

- What the hell is it?

- A Pandora's box?

Something worth dying for to expose.

- What do we know about Maudsley?

- Military background.

Before working in prisons,

he had some intelligence training.

- So the drop could be anywhere.

- No, it'll be somewhere very specific.

- Somewhere that only Ruth will be able to uncover.

He'll have laid the drop with extreme care.

Zaf, I want you to check all satellite images

of Cotterdam that night.

We can't rely on any official evidence.

And Harry.

- I know. Stay level-headed.

- Ros, I need you to do something for me.

(tense music)

(glass tinkles)

- Adam wants to see you.

Usual place.

- But how can I get out?

- Same way I got in.

I'll stay here and be you.

I never apologized, by the way.

- But if you did?

- Four hours, Cinderella,

then you turn into a pumpkin.

(upbeat rock music)

(traffic whooshing) (tense music)

(phone rings)

- Yes?

- It's time to talk.

- I thought we were talking.

- No, talk properly.

Come for lunch

without your disciples.

(tense music continues)

(siren wails)

- Anyone?

- Not yet.

- [Ruth] What are those?

- Zaf's contact at the Russian embassy passed them on.

- They look like satellite photos.

Is that Cotterdam the night of the fire?

- Oh my God.

- What? What is it?

- There.

- I don't...

What?

Seven people who've been removed from the prison.

- It's two hours before the fire.

This isn't Acts of Truth.

We've been looking in the wrong direction.

- Well, who removed them?

The intelligence officers?

- Well, who else could have pulled it off?

- Harry. - Oliver.

- Take your jacket off.

- Oh, for goodness sake.

- Your jacket, Harry.

You could be wearing a wire.

- Is it allowed?

- They'll make an exception.

- [Server] Thank you, sir.

- Good.

Now we can talk.

- They remove them.

They fake their deaths.

- They become the living dead.

No one ever hears from them again.

- What? Meaning we can do what we like with them?

Adam, they're being tortured.

That's what this is about.

- We have to find that drop.

Maudsley might have had the only evidence

that can stop them.

- Everybody wants you to come on the inside of the circle.

Join us.

- You must be joking.

- Now, you may doubt our methods.

Let's see if this persuades you.

The planned attack from Acts of Truth,

a major sports stadium,

several devices capable of inflicting mass murder.

What would you have preferred? That we never found out?

2,000 odd lives for a little discomfort.

- Discomfort?

50,000 volts through your body discomfort?

Or is it dogs, Oliver?

Is that your preferred method?

Alsatians biting at men's genitals.

What is it that gets them talking?

- I'm not saying that it's ideal, but what else can we do?

Sit back and let this country take hit after hit?

- [Harry] We find civilized ways, as we have before.

- Harry, you know as well as I do,

we were torturing people

in Kensington during the Second World War.

- So what is my choice?

Join in this new nightmare

or watch Ruth be thrown to the lions?

- Think of it as an invitation, an opportunity.

Save Ruth and join a club.

(tense music) (traffic whooshing)

- Offa.

Adam, there's a picture of Offa in the window.

I can't believe I didn't see that before.

- And he is?

- An obsession of mine.

He was king of Mercia in the 8th century.

I wrote a thesis on him and the site of his palace,

now known as Wood Street.

That's the real drop Maudsley left for me.

(tense music continues) (footsteps clacking)

- Go around the back.

It could be anywhere.

- No, no, no. Not anywhere. Not anywhere.

It's here. Here.

I've got it. I've got it.

- Come on.

(tense music continues)

There's a microfiche reader under the passenger seat.

- Okay.

- Minutes from a meeting.

- What's on the agenda?

- Hand on, hang on, I'm just trying to...

Top secret.

Eyes only.

Bloody hell, you were right.

Extradition and special interrogation measures,

otherwise known as torture.

Cotterdam's mentioned.

There's other places.

- Who's on the guest list?

- Maudsley, MI6,

Special Branch, military intelligence.

Someone from the government.

Oh my God.

There's someone here from MI5 too. Our section.

- Who?

- It's just a code name. Our department.

It says Section D, Fox.

(tense music continues)

- That's impossible.

Somebody must have put that in to stop us exposing it.

- What do we do with it?

- We can't do anything without calling Harry.

(phone ringing)

Where the hell is he?

We can't move with all this surveillance.

- The surveillance won't stop until I'm arrested.

- That's it.

We get you arrested.

Zaf, you still there?

- [Zafar] Yep.

- Get a message to Ros.

(car rumbling)

(tires squealing) (tense music continues)

- [Officer] Subject leaving the house,

moving towards Cherry Road.

All units apprehend on sight.

Subject wearing long overcoat, hat, and black boots.

(helicopter whirring)

(siren wailing)

- Armed police!

Stand still.

- [Officer] Armed police.

Stand still!

- Keep your hands where I can see them.

Do not move.

(phone ringing)

- [Ruth] No answer.

- [Adam] Try him again.

(phone ringing)

- No. Still no answer.

Oh God. Where is he?

- He was supposed to be meeting Mace.

- Okay. Mace's club.

They'll be there.

- Good.

Thank you.

Ruth's been arrested trying to escape.

She's been charged with murder.

12 years. 10 if she's lucky.

- Are you so afraid of being passed over, Oliver?

Thought you were braver than that.

- Oh, Harry, this character deconstruction

is all very interesting

but you still haven't answered my question.

(tense music continues)

- [Ruth] How far is it?

- We're nearly there.

- What if I play neither strategy?

What if I say Ruth did push Maudsley,

but I asked her to do it?

What if the rogue officer is me?

- It doesn't add up.

- Doesn't it?

Ruth would get a slapped wrist, but that's all

because she was only following orders.

But me, a rogue agent at my grade.

Wait 'til the press hear.

- Don't be so bloody stupid.

- All I need to do is get the waiter to call the police.

Make enough fuss as I go down,

smash a few tables as I tell my tale.

There must be three or more journalists

within shouting distance of this building.

I left my real name at reception.

Try silencing that.

Hmm.

You don't think I will, do you?

You don't think I've got it in me.

- Frankly, no.

- Can't take the heat?

Better cool you down.

(Oliver sputters)

(Oliver laughs)

- You need the police to be called,

not simply security to put you out

on the street like a drunkard.

- Very well, then the police it is.

(glass tinkling)

(cutlery clattering)

(Oliver gasping)

(car whooshing)

(tires squealing)

- What's happened?

- Harry's been arrested.

- Why?

- He's attacked Mace.

Looks like he's taking the rap for Maudsley's murder.

He's trying to save Ruth.

- Please tell me you're kidding.

- Oh my God.

- [Zafar] No one's been able to reach him all afternoon.

- Stupid, stupid man.

I can't believe it. Adam?

- Go back to mine.

I'll try and get in to see him.

(siren wails)

(car rumbling)

(tires squealing)

(tense music)

(door clanging)

Harry?

- We had no option.

They had every avenue covered.

Ruth would've spent the rest of her life in prison.

- We found the drop. Maudsley's drop.

We've got the documents.

A secret meeting exposing the whole torture schedule.

- Use them. Find a way.

- We can't, not without implicating you.

There's a codename, Fox, someone from Section D.

They put it in as an insurance policy.

- Use me.

- No, I can't do that.

- [Harry] Look, we're caught whichever way we turn.

- You'll go to prison for condoning torture.

- If you don't stop them, they'll go on and on.

You must expose those documents, Adam.

- You don't seem to understand.

- Sir, I'm afraid there's now a murder charge

being brought against you, Mr. Pearce.

I'm sorry, I'm gonna need you to leave, sir.

- You are still one of my operatives.

I want you to expose those documents.

Adam, it's an order!

- You're in police custody under suspicion of murder.

That makes your orders null and void.

(tense music continues)

I can't do it, Harry.

- I've got the answer.

- He's ready to sell himself down the river.

There's nothing we can do.

- I step back into the frame.

- What?

- Well, okay, it just says someone from Section D.

It doesn't say who.

So let it be me.

I was Fox.

You discovered that I was at that meeting.

You bring the documents to light.

You discredit Harry's confession

as someone looking after a friend.

I don't know, a lover. Say what you like.

But I pushed Maudsley because Mace

and the others told me to.

- Wait a minute, Ruth.

You're running away with yourself.

Do you know what you're doing?

- Yeah, I'm making sure

that we can still expose the torture scandal

without Harry being buried with the blame.

(tense music continues)

- What about you?

- Something. Life in a different direction.

I don't know. We don't think about that now.

- No, Ruth, this is madness.

We can't let you do this.

- Well, think of a better solution if you can.

'Cause I'll tell you how I see it.

Harry goes and what happens to MI5?

This is only round one in an ongoing battle.

He has to keep fighting this.

The authorities in this country cannot be allowed

to intimidate and torture.

Harry's the only one that can take on that fight.

There's no choice, really, is there?

If I can save him, then I will.

- You're admitting to murder.

A murder you didn't do.

You don't have to do this.

- Yes I do.

- [Adam] Ruth.

- Adam, don't even try to talk me out of it.

You know it's right.

(tense music continues)

We need to Photoshop a meeting between me and Mace.

(footsteps clacking)

(birds chirping)

(computer beeping)

- Almost done.

(computer beeping)

- Easy, isn't it?

To throw your whole life away.

Wonder how I'll be remembered.

Actually, erase that thought. I don't wonder.

Murderous, conspirator, betrayer.

(door clicking)

- Daddy! - Oh, guests.

- Hi, Wes.

- [Wes] Guess where we went!

- Jenny, give us some privacy.

- I was just going to...

Don't worry.

Come on, Wes.

Let's go upstairs.

(tense music continues)

- One last thing.

The witness at the tube station.

That's the flat.

- You are sure? - Yeah.

Jo tracked her down.

She was on the platform,

but there was no way she could have seen

what she said she did.

She was bought.

Bought to give a false witness statement.

She was one of the bastards

that set you up in the first place.

- Can you say that again?

- Look, you're gonna be fine, okay?

- Where's the gun?

- Here.

- And they're definitely blanks?

- Definitely.

(tense music continues)

Okay. Now's your moment.

(siren wailing)

(tense music continues)

- Shut up!

I said shut up!

Look at me, look at me.

You go talking to anyone again, I will kill you.

Do you understand?

Listen, you have no idea what you've got yourself into.

(victim groaning)

- That should have done it.

Yeah, there she goes.

Straight onto the police.

You were brilliant.

- Lady Macbeth, sixth form play.

(birds chirping) (gentle music)

- You awake?

- Didn't sleep.

- No, neither did I.

- I'm gonna have to remind myself

of why exactly I did this for the rest of my life.

- You know why.

- How much longer?

- Only a few hours now.

- And then?

- And then it's up to you.

- Yeah.

(tense music)

(door clattering)

- Harry, you're covering for someone.

Ruth Evershed's the person we should be looking for.

We've proof of a covert committee she's been working for.

- Bringing you down was just a small part of their plan.

(tense music continues)

- Please tell me you've got all this worked out.

(traffic whooshing)

- [Adam] You heard the news, Oliver?

- No. Is it good?

- The defense secretary's with the PM now, resigning.

The PM himself is gonna have to face Parliament.

God knows what they're gonna do with you.

- I'll get my wrist slapped.

They'll reinvent my post.

You can't stop the inevitable.

- Oh, I think we can.

The prime minister's saying he had nothing to do with it.

You'll be buried, Oliver, along with all the blame.

Oh, and by the way, the seven from Cotterdam

have been found in Egypt.

And they're being brought back to Britain

for proper questioning.

(Oliver laughing)

- Proper questioning.

If you play fair, you should expect to lose, Adam.

You know that.

Even if Harry refuses to see it.

Oh, tell him good luck with it from me.

- The prime minister has refused to comment

on the resignations of the defense secretary

and key members of the intelligence services,

including JIC Chairman, Oliver Mace.

Commentators say this is the end of dark days

for the services.

(TV beeps)

(phone rings)

- Yes?

Thank you.

(melancholy music)

They've found her.

- Where?

(melancholy music continues)

- Dragged from the Thames this morning.

Yes. That's Ruth.

(Harry gags)

(Harry panting)

So where is she?

(birds shrieking) (waves whooshing)

- Told Adam not to tell you.

- I told him I'd give him the sack if he didn't.

I don't know what I'll do without you, Ruth.

What do you...

You take good care, yes?

- Yes.

And you.

Don't get shot.

- I won't.

- And can you feed my cats?

Actually, take them to your house.

You adopt them.

- Of course.

(melancholy music continues)

- Goodbye, Harry.

- Goodbye, Ruth.

There's something I have to tell you.

I should have told you years ago.

- Harry, please don't.

- If I don't tell you now, I never will.

- [Boatman] Come on!

- I'm coming.

Please don't say anything.

Just leave it as something that was never said,

something wonderful that was never said.

(melancholy music continues)

Let me go, Harry.

(footsteps clanging)

(melancholy music continues) (boat engine rumbling)

(melancholy music continues)

(static sizzling)