All language subtitles for Spooks - 6x05 - The Deal.DVDRip.REWARD.en

Whatever happened in Tehran,

the United Nations is now aware
of Iran's illegal development of WMDs.

The Iranians are meeting a businessman
in London to buy a set of nuclear triggers

that will give Iran full nuclear capability.

- The CIA knew?
- And didn't tell us.

- I work for a group called Yalta.
- What do you want with someone like me?

We can help you,
as we want you to help us.

You mean you want me to be a traitor.

The Iranians,
how's your source there?

- Do you know how difficult it is to get here?
- You came anyway.

- She could tell her husband.
- She will not tell her husband.

Open the door!
Somebody's trying to kill you!

Ana, my darling, you're a mole
for the British Government.

Mm. Mm-hm.

- I don't normally do that.
- Neither do I.

- OK, as long as that's clear.
- Very clear.

- Want to do it again?
- I have to get to work.

- Let me make you breakfast.
- OK.

Oh, shit. No, I really have to go.

- Look, I'II... I'll call you.
- OK.

- Any sign yet?
- Still waiting for the flight to come in.

- Where have you been?
- Wes's housemaster called.

- Wanted me to go to the school.
- In the middle of the night?

He's homesick. Needed to see his dad.

Plus, I knew you'd have it covered.

Looks like our target.

It must be in the holdall.

Bingo.

Give us your wallet and your phone.

Come on, hurry up.

OK, OK!

Enough!

I said enough!

Ambulance. Landrock Lane. Head injury.

Sergei Valentino,
the Russian mule, seen this morning,

- with the blueprints for a nuclear trigger.
- In the holdall?

The Customs X-ray shows
it contains a small metal container.

They're inside the cigarette box.

- Can we see any details?
- No.

We only have scanned intel.

We don't know when, where
or how much money's changing hands.

In Iranian hands,

the blueprints can be translated
into the coding for a nuclear trigger,

and Iran becomes a nuclear power.

That will antagonise America and Israel.
This match could light the whole tinderbox.

America's allies on one side, the Russians,
Chinese and Arab nations on the other.

- World War III.
- Quite a lot for one scruffy Russian.

Our guess is that Valentino
doesn't know what he's carrying.

- Adam, Valentino's gone.
- What?

I just heard from Surveillance,
he's not at the hotel.

He found the tracker.

Even so, there were 14 people outside
that hotel. Get me Surveillance.

Adam, you and Ros weren't the only
people at the airport to meet Valentino.

He must have known.

Pray it's not our Iranian contact.

- Where did this man go next?
- Looks like him speeding off in a car.

We traced it to a warehouse.
It was hired three weeks ago, this address.

We need to meet. Things have changed.

Harry.

We widened the search
to foreign contacts.

- We got a match. He's not Iranian.
- The man following Valentino is KGB.

- FSB.
- Changes its name. The same wild beast.

Russian secret police
were waiting for Valentino as well.

Valentino worked for them as an informer.
Something happened. He fled the country.

He's been working against Russia,

arming Chechens with weapons
to use against his former country.

No wonder the Russians are after his blood.
Get Adam, tell him what he's dealing with.

Yeah. Thanks.

I've got it.

- It's a warning.
- The gist?

"Back off Valentino, he's our man",
and the rest is...

That's Russian for testicles, isn't it?

- Darling, you look flustered.
- Wouldn't you be?

He's being clever,
but we can be cleverer still.

- He vanished from right under our noses.
- It was impressive.

- You have something for me?
- I do, but it is a quid-pro-quo situation.

I need eyes and ears on the Grid.

You're joking. Malcolm's wired the Grid
with every detector known to man.

Nothing will pick up these little gems.

Valentino is half a mile from here
at TG 667412.

- How did you find him?
- I know how these Russians think.

Iran going nuclear will fuel US aggression.

We're all agreed Valentino must be stopped.

I think you'd better get on
with stopping him, don't you?

Harry, I've got him.

- Yes, Ros?
- OK, you've got a deal.

- Ros? Good work.
- Thanks.

Finding a Ione Russian
in a city of eight million.

Brilliant, even. How did you do it?

Just got lucky.
Surveillance missed something.

- Problem is...
- No holdall.

- Could the deal already have happened?
- No, or Valentino would have left.

Where would he put the blueprints?

We can't let the KGB get to him
before we find out.

- FSB.
- I know.

We don't have much time. The FSB
will work out his movements, as we have.

Can we do a deal?
With the Russians?

They give us 24 hours, we hand him over
or something. It's been done before.

- Why would they work with us?
- They're softening him up.

Playing cat-and-mouse to terrify him.

My guess is they need something from him
before they kill him.

So, what do we do?

We can offer him immunity.
That's all we can do.

If he's as scared as he seems,
he may take it.

- I've only got ten minutes.
- I've been thinking about you.

I don't know much about you.
You haven't even told me what you do.

Come on, Jo, let's cut the charade. You
didn't check me out first thing this morning?

- You're a journalist.
- And you're a spy.

- Am I part of some scoop?
- I nearly walked away from this thing.

You have to believe that. But it's too big.

Yes, there's something I've been working
on, but last night wasn't just about work.

- Don't.
- I need your help.

There's something big going on,
and I need someone on the inside.

Do you know this guy?

- Doesn't ring any bells.
- I'll take that as a yes.

I think the Government's
covering their tracks.

This man was on to them.
I want to know why he was silenced.

- It doesn't work like that.
- Look at these. What does it look like?

This man is now in hospital on a drip.

I could print what I have right now.
I just want someone to tell me it isn't true.

- Can I have a word?
- Yeah, what?

- You'll think I'm crazy, but there's a guy...
- What guy?

He calls himself a journalist.
I met him in a bar.

You were in north London this morning

and you silenced someone.

- This morning?
- Yeah. Just... to warn you.

I don't need warning. I've been at the airport
since the early hours. Ask Ros.

She already did.

- There you go. Who is this bloke?
- I told you. I don't know much about him.

- His name will do.
- Ben Kaplan.

He's a freelance journalist.

I'll look him up.

Thanks for the warning.

- Sorry, no visitors.
- I wanted to see him. I heard he was hurt.

- Are you family?
- Sort of. A close friend.

Expecting someone else?

Do you want to start talking?

She doesn't know I'm here.

- She had a fight with her husband.
- So she told you.

- She needed a place to stay for the night.
- So you oblige with an Ml5 safe house.

We got her into this. She's my responsibility.
She killed a man, on our errand.

Are you in love with her?

No.

You told me there was a crisis with Wes.
You lied about Wes.

- I was trying to protect her.
- She doesn't need protecting.

You're compromising the operation.

The man who attacked you
is a journalist. Tim Lehare.

- He was just a mugger after my wallet.
- Not true.

No. You listen to this.

Lehare was following a story about Ml5.
He approached you and you hit him.

- This is just fantasy.
- That's what's going to be written.

I punched a guy.
He hit his head. That's all.

- Have you heard of Ben Kaplan?
- Not until today, no.

- So you think you're being set up?
- Of course I am. Don't be so stupid.

Look, the mugger will wake up. They're
expecting him to come round today.

And if he doesn't wake up?

Then I'll need all the friends I've got.

You'll tell Harry?

Ros. Ros. Ros, wait.

Ros, please.

She... is not good for you.

- This situation is not good for you.
- She's an asset.

Adam?

Yeah, it's just me.

Let's try a different tack.
Tell him we know about his past.

And what he's got up to.

So either we call our old friends,
the Russians...

...or he can work with us.

Valentino's not in the interrogation cell.

And no one's raising the alarm.

- We got them?
- We got them.

Valentino will be heading
to a storage facility off Waterloo Road.

When we picked him up, we brought him
through the pods and detected a swipe card.

The card accesses
a locker at the storage facility.

He'll open his locker, pick up what he'll
assume is his holdall with the blueprints,

only it won't be his holdall,
it'll be an identical one we've put in its place.

We must maintain
surveillance on Valentino.

He'll receive a message as to when
and where the handover is. We'll swoop.

We need vigilance on this one. Keep
a low profile until the moment of the deal.

As soon as he moves, I'll let you know.
We've got another tracker on him.

Hello, mate. Give me the usual, yeah?

Cute.

Adam, it's Tehran.

Your mugger
was investigating the Tehran bomb.

We'll look guilty as hell
if he doesn't wake up.

Destroy everything you can.
We need to buy some time.

I've just had a message.

Tim Lehare is dead.

- He was alive.
- He was in a coma.

- He was breathing.
- Well, he isn't now.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- It wasn't important. It was just a mugging.

Bullshit.

One word.

Ana.

Somebody's got it in for me.

Did you see her?

- Yes.
- In an Ml5 safe house?

A meeting outside of an operation?
With no agenda except your own?

- It was to shore her up as an asset.
- That's a new name for it.

You went there because
you couldn't help yourself.

It's probably immaterial now anyway.

We have a huge problem
right where we don't need it.

The man Tim Lehare, who apparently
mugged you, was a journalist.

- It's a fabrication.
- This is the accusation. Hear the charge.

I know the charge. The Tehran bomb.

The story we thought we'd buried.

It's your word against his.

He's dead, and no one speaks louder
than a dead body.

There's nothing definitive.

- So far.
- We've been monitoring the situation.

- Nothing's come up.
- Unless someone's been indiscreet.

No.

- Even half a sentence or a whisper.
- Absolutely not.

- A bug?
- Ana is not involved.

I'm sorry, Adam. In this case
your judgement is seriously flawed.

Let's hope there is no hard evidence.
Just speculation.

'Cause if there's an e-mail or a tape,
or the ghost of a fingerprint on the trigger,

the Government will fall, you realise that?

Either way,
it's now a murder charge against you.

- I can't run. What about Wes?
- Yes.

What about Wes, when you're serving life?

You're going to have to trust me.

Lie low, just for a few days.

Take it, for God's sake.

Being a spy
is not like being a journalist.

You creep around behind people's back,
try to catch them out to make some profit,

make some sort of statement about morality.

We creep around
to try and make the world a bit safer.

You have a job
where black and white looks so clean.

In mine it's not even grey.
It's patchy, mottled.

You can't even tell what's colour
and what's murk.

A call may or may not have been made
in Tehran, but someone had to make it.

And I would rather have the people
that are currently working in Ml5

than others who will sweep in
if this story breaks us all.

You know what you've done so far?

You've removed
one of the best officers from his job,

left the security services vulnerable
to becoming state-controlled.

If that makes you sleep safer
in your bed at night, then well done.

A good day's work, I'd say.

- Who's that?
- What the Home Office call...

damage limitation.

The Home Secretary's
grateful for your loyalty.

Only to be used if evidence comes to light.

- Of course. Where is Carter?
- I haven't seen him.

- You gave him a false passport?
- Not necessarily.

We are on the same team.
I don't want this either.

The media is already onto this story.
We need to contain the damage.

I'm going to move in some of my staff.

If Carter makes contact,
we will be here to take the call.

- Move in some of your staff?
- We won't interfere.

I need to have eyes and ears around.
You do understand, don't you?

- This is a secret service.
- Not today.

Today it is transparent.

I saw the papers. It's you, isn't it?

My colleagues think that you and your
husband set me up. That I can't trust you.

You knew I'd be walking
down that street at that time.

I wouldn't do that.

- I've been officially told not to see you.
- Adam, please don't say that.

Then give me something.

- You stink.
- Thanks.

No, really.

The Iranian contact in the nuclear deal
is called Massud Nazimi.

He'll make contact with Valentino in person.

Where did you get this?

The handover of the holdall
could happen today.

We can't trust her.
We've got to treat her like a mole.

He'll be using a mobile. This is the number
in case Valentino gives you the slip again.

- It's not reliable...
- Look, I don't question your sources.

The Iranian contact is her brother-in-law.

Tap into the mobile
and see what you can get.

OK.

- You had something for me.
- CCTV images.

Connie went back over Lehare's movements
the day he attacked you, who he met with.

- We lose him for about three hours.
- Where?

Waterloo Bridge.

Connie, can you patch into this mobile,
please? Let me know if anything comes up.

- Where's Harry?
- Media Liaison.

- Valentino's come out of hiding.
- Get Harry out of there.

Can you get out of my way, please?

- Can I have a translation?
- Who's he calling?

International, unknown number.
Something's changed.

- We have details of the handover.
- When?

Today, three o'clock. The call was made on
Massud Nazimi's mobile, just as Ana said.

- And it checks out?
- It seems so.

- Excuse me, have you seen this man?
- No.

- I'm looking for this man. Can you help me?
- No.

- You sure?
- No!

Have you seen this man?
Excuse me, I'm looking for this man.

- Have you seen this man?
- No.

How about you?

No chance.

You didn't even look.

We don't do missing people.

- Are you from the police?
- No.

- Private detective?
- No, I just met him once. I want to find him.

- Have you seen him?
- He isn't here.

- But you know him?
- No.

And we don't need your money.

Money? Who said anything about money?

I thought you had money like the last man.

What happened?

He fell.

- It's definitely your friend?
- No mistake.

I think he's been the victim of identity theft.

Amen.

I'm sorry.

Tells his wife, "Take the kids to the border."

Instructions about who to stay with.
Sounds final.

Oh, man's voice. He's shouting,
telling them to get down.

They're already under arrest.

And Valentino heard this.

Shit!

God's pity!

God's pity!

Harry, I've got evidence that
Lehare's a construct. We need to meet...

Are we tracing that call?

Why did you hang up?

We'll be arresting you next.

We've traced him. I've told the police.

Oi, watch it!

Get in. Get down.

He's gone.

I had a visit from one of your colleagues.
She made me think.

I got sent the photos anonymously.
I didn't know who and I didn't ask.

But when I did ask, it sent me on a strange
trail. I thought you should see 'em.

- Why should I trust you?
- You probably shouldn't.

Uh! Oh!

Uh!

Thanks.

I'm calling about your dry-cleaning.
It's been switched with someone else's.

Someone called Hogan.

- I take it you weren't just passing?
- Two minutes.

- You're a wanted man.
- I picked up the trail. The photos, fake ID.

- It all leads back to you.
- It does?

There never was a Tim Lehare.

You paid a drunk to attack me,
with a camera to record it.

- Why, Bob?
- You think we're stupid?

You can steal classified CIA intel from
under our noses with no repercussions?

We wouldn't, if you let us know
what was going on.

You've been letting the politicians get to you,
Sir Harry. There is no special relationship.

- You're useful, or you're in the way.
- I'll make a note of that.

Do you happen to know who's brokering
the Iranian nuclear arms deal?

You and your bellicose country want Iran
to arm itself so you can wipe them out.

- It's a theory.
- We intercepted. We have the blueprints.

- Meddling idiots. Are you wearing a wire?
- No.

Are you?

You have to let this handover go through.

We fingered Adam to get you off our backs,
but this deal, there's a load more at stake.

You're talking as if this is your deal.
You set it up.

Yes. We heard Iran wanted nuclear triggers,
so we thought, "They'll get 'em anyway."

What, you're saying America's arming Iraq?

No, we're selling them
a set of blueprints that has an error,

a tiny miscalculation that'll set
their nuclear programme back a decade.

You put a stop to this charade.
Undo the Tim Lehare story.

We could still let this deal go through.

There isn't much time.
The designated handover's within the hour.

Ros, I need you to get
the blueprints out of the safe

and back to Valentino before the deal.

- We can't do that.
- Everything's changed.

No, Adam, we can't give
anything to Valentino any more.

We can't let Valentino's suicide
stop the handover from happening.

We have to find a replacement quickly.

- A replacement for Valentino.
- Somebody with no identity.

Somebody who, if interrogated,
would know nothing.

And most importantly,
would disappear again afterwards.

I've got a coffee and five grand.

Which d'you want first?

Are you my guardian angel or something?

That'll be the something.

Please don't be a hallucination.

Just drink your coffee.

You're presuming Massud
never met with Valentino.

- It's a calculated risk. We've got 15 minutes.
- It'll take more like 20.

- We don't have 20.
- I can't make it fly.

I have got a headache.

- You're getting paid, aren't you?
- Yeah.

Well, so what's the problem?

I hate coffee.

It's number 35.

- There's no sign of Connie and the holdall.
- What time is it?

It's one minute past.
One more minute and we missed it.

If anybody asks... your name is Valentino.

Right? That's all you know.

Take this to number 35, OK? Nothing else.

Is it... drugs?

Something like that.

Is this the point where I get arrested
and take all the shit?

Just come back here afterwards.
We'll be waiting for you.

The Iranians are no fools, Adam.

- It's a chance we had to take.
- It's a flawed plan, Adam, and you know it.

There could be a sniper at any moment.

When the surveillance
on that holdall is activated,

we should be able to see
where those blueprints are taken,

right down to which underground lab in Iran.

Adam was the victim of a smear campaign
run by an ex-Ml5 officer with an axe to grind.

- Have you got everything you need?
- Sure.

- The link with Tehran was fabricated...
- I've got it.

Bye.

Bye.

So typically arrogant,
such a typically American plan.

- The press have a watertight story?
- Yes, we have Hogan's balls in a vice.

Only five people know about their scheme,
two in our office.

He came up with a case about an ex-officer
with an axe to grind. Ben Kaplan did the rest.

Plus, this evening's news. The world
has something else to think about.

A footballer has adopted twins.
Sorry, you're yesterday's story.

- You going home?
- Er... yeah.

- Fancy a drink? I'll admit you were right.
- As tempting as that sounds, I can't tonight.

- Why? You got a better offer?
- Maybe.

- What?
- You can't carry on seeing her, you know.

She proved herself.
I'm grateful for your help...

Adam, do yourself a favour, OK?
Get out of there.

- I don't need baby-sitting.
- Fine.

You're on your own.

- I'm not a fool. I know I've got to walk away.
- As I said, you're on your own.

- A good day.
- You got what you wanted.

We all benefit from working together, Ros,

which is exactly why I'm getting in touch.

There's something
I thought you'd want to know.

It was really easy before.

My life was easy.

I wasn't torn in any direction.

I was occasionally bored, but I didn't mind.

This is the last time
we'll see each other, isn't it?

Then I should go.

It will only get more difficult.

Her minder's in the building.
They must all know.

Adam, you've got to get out of there.

Goodbye.

You OK?

Too much champagne.
You need some water.

You've poisoned me!

You poisoned me! I'm not stupid!

Don't.

Don't do this.

Don't!

No, no, don't! Please!

Please!

Ana!

Which room is he in?

Which room's he in!

I said, which room's he in?

Where is he?!

You...

Adam! Adam!

Adam!

Adam!

Please! Adam, speak to me!

Adam!

Adam!

Adam! Adam!

Adam! Adam!

Adam!

You! What did you give him?

- What did you give him?
- I don't know! A drug!

My husband told me to use it. I don't know.

Oh... I had to.

My husband found out. I...

I... I had no choice.

What d'you want me to do with her, Adam?

Not exactly leaping to your defence, is he?

You give me one good reason
why I shouldn't pull the trigger.

I...

I still have information that you need.
I could still be useful.

Please. We have heard it all before.

- No, it's true, I promise you.
- Don't listen to her. Don't listen to her.

What information?

About the deal for the technical drawings.

The blueprints that were sold today.
My husband found out they were fake.

Go on.

So when he knew they were false,
he set up another deal.

You were looking in the wrong direction,
you missed it.

My country just obtained a real firing set.

We are now a nuclear power.

The blueprints were useless fakes.
The real circuit boards fly today.

- Get to the airport.
- Everyone's boarded.

81 are cleared. Mostly Iran nationals.

The circuit boards are in there with you.

You must not proceed to Tehran!

Without the flame arresters,
this thing isn't a plane, it's a bomb.

They've been smashed.
Could she fly without them?

There's nothing
to protect the fuel vapour.

If she flies through an electrical storm,
she's a sitting duck.