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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(SHOWER RUNNING)

* Plain gold ring
on his finger he wore

* It was where

* Everyone could see

* He belonged to someone

* But not me

* On his hand

* Was a plain gold band

* Plain gold ring
had a story to tell

* It was one

* That I knew too well

* Plain gold ring
on his finger he wore *

(MOBILE VIBRATING)

Mum, what
do you want?

MRS. MARSHALL: (OVER MOBILE)
I didn't think you'd pick up.

(WHISPERING)
Listen, you know the deal.

I call you,
you don't call me here.

(SCOFFS) Are you
ashamed to talk to me?

(SOFTLY) Listen, I don't
have time to talk to you.
I'm going out.

Where are you going?
It doesn't matter.

Some...
Somewhere on the island.

I bet the weather
there's just fine.

(SHAKILY) How's Billy?
As if you care.

(INHALES DEEPLY) They say
he doesn't even ask
about you anymore.

There's more money coming
at the end of the month.

That's why you
called me, right?

I'm putting
the phone down.

Just remember
one thing, honey.

You're nothing
but a dirty whore.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(BEEPS)
(VOICE BREAKING)
Just a minute.

(EXHALES)

Come in. (SNIFFLES)

Oh.

Hey, I thought
you were your father.

Dad says we
need to go.

I know.
I'm coming.

You just
wait outside.

(SOFTLY) Oh.
Okay.

(EXHALES)

How do I look?

You look very pretty.

Come on.

Go.

(SANDY LAUGHING)
CORKORAN: I misunderstood him.

ROPER: The fact remains,
you and paella do not get on.

To the point where,

basically, we're out
$7 million because Corky
doesn't like paella.

(ALL LAUGHING)
No, that's
one version, chief.

What do you mean,
"That's one version?"
That is "the" version.

It's a matter
of record.

You chaps better
go on ahead, I think.

It truly is...
There you are.

I was starting to think
you'd drowned in the bath.

Baby, I have
terrible news.

I have a new
date for tonight.

He's young and
he's seriously hot.
(CHUCKLING)

ROPER: Well, I wouldn't
put it past him.

All right, come on.
Let's go, I'm starving.

ROPER: You gonna come
with me, Dans? All right.
DANNY: Okay.

Are we taking the boat?
ROPER: Yes, we are, sir.

You might even drive,
if you're lucky.

SANDY: Yes, you lot.
Come on, then.

(INDISTINCT)

(SEAGULLS CAWING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

JORGE: Hello.

Nice to see you.
You, too.

Hi.
Jorge, how are you?

Mr. Roper,
how are you?

ROPER: Very well, thank you.

Are you still doing
the shellfish soup?

JORGE: Yes, of course!
(CHUCKLES)

The recipe lives on.
ROPER: Excellent.

We'll have
that to start.

All except for Major Corkoran
who will have the paella.

Hi Herr, how are you?

Ja, ja, very good to see you.

Very good to see you.
Hi, darling, how are you?

Fine.
Good to see you.

Very well.
Good to see you again.

SANDY: I think it is mad.
No, I think it's
actually hypocritical.

But if you like eating
venison, you ought to
be able to kill a stag.

Uh, I think if you're
willing to kill a stag,

you have to be willing
to admit you just
like killing stags.

Thank you, Jed,
I now officially love you.

Chief, is it okay to baptize
the princeling in the
ways of the grape?

I think that's
a yes, isn't it?

SANDY: Dicky, will you
please tell Jed, I don't have
"blood lust." I don't.

CORKORAN: (WHISPERING)
Beautiful fizzy liquid.

You've got so many
lusts, Sandy. That's why
we love you, isn't it?

Give the stag an M16, Sandy.
Then I'm interested.

Give him an M16?
Bollocks! Tell him.
JED: Wait, wait, wait, wait...

(LAUGHING)

ROPER: What do
you think, Daniel?

CORKORAN: He likes it.
(ROPER CHUCKLING)

Oh, dear!
ROPER: See what you've done?

What if he turns
out like me, boss?

(LAUGHING)
ROPER: I can see this is a...

This a dark, dark road
you've embarked upon.

Thank you, Corky.

What do you want?
What do you think?

All right. That's all right.

Go on, then.

Come on.

DANNY: Where are we going?
JED: It's a secret.

CORKORAN: Where are you going?
(LAUGHING)

You drink my wine.
You steal my woman.

Proud of you, Danny.

(CHUCKLES)

Bring her back in
one piece, will you?

Lord Langbourne is
a snob, basically.

What?
Three generations of Eton,
or you're not on the map.

I'm only one generation,
Sandy. So what does
that make me?

You're paying the bill, Dicky.
Which means you are the map.

To Ricardo!

CORKORAN: Cheers.
SANDY: Good health.

(LAUGHING)
CORKORAN: Slimy, bloody,
ass-licking creep.

(SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUGHING)

(CHEERING)

SANDY: Excuse me,
small person.

Out of my way.

May I have this dance?
(GIGGLES)

Thank you, so much.

Of course. (CHUCKLES)

Right, let's see
what you've got.

Okay, okay, that's fine.
And again, and you go 'round.

Good, good.
(LAUGHS)

CORKORAN: Lucky for you,
she wants to dance.

ROPER: Come on
then, Corkoran.

Right, come on. I'll do it.

Tear it up,
tear it up.

CORKORAN: Oh, yeah.
Come on, baby.

Very slow.
Right and left.

That's it.
(CHUCKLES)

It's time to put
the children to bed.

CORKORAN: Oh, no...
I hate children.

Thank you, great.

Guys, good night. Sleep well.
Come on, ignore him.

Be good.

Dance with me?

ROPER: You have Chateaubriand
every single day.

There's been no point
at which you go,

"Oh, for God's sake,
if I eat that I will vomit?"

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Corky has smelt the...

MAN: (SHOUTING) Nobody move!
Nobody move!
This is a robbery!

(SCREAMING)
MAN: Guns down! Guns down!

On the floor! Guns down!

Why have you got guns?
You police? You police?

No, no. They're with me.

(DANNY WHIMPERING)
Put the guns on the floor!

On the floor!
Roper, please.
God damn it, Roper!

Frisky, Tabby,
do what he says.

(DANNY CRYING)

On the floor.

ROPER: Everyone
stay very, very calm.

We're going to do
exactly what this gentleman
wants us to do

and everything
is gonna be fine.

You a rich man?

Yes, I am a rich man.

I'm gonna give you
all the money we have.

JED: (WHISPERS) It's okay.
I'm gonna
give you wallets...

...jewelry. We'll give
you anything in
the restaurant till.

And then you're
gonna leave. Right?

Jorge, will you
check the till, please?

Tell him no alarms.

(WHIMPERING)
ROPER: No alarms, Jorge.

And slowly.

(GASPS)
Everybody stay
very, very calm.

(CRYING) Dad!

All right, just keep
looking at me.

THIEF: Back off! Back off!

ROPER: Tabby, Tabby,
Tabby, step back...
Back off!

This your boy?

Yes, he's my boy.

(GASPING)

ROPER: Danny, it's fine.
Just keep looking
at me. It's fine.

Jewelry! Wallets!

ROPER: Just give them
everything we have.
JED: Okay...

THIEF: In the bag!

It's all right, Danny.

(CRYING)

THIEF: That's all?

Where is the real money?
That's shit, man!

Where is the rest?

We can send
for some money.

How much do we have, Corks?
About 100.

ROPER:
There you are, $100,000.

We can have it here
in 15 minutes.

All you have to do
is let the boy go.

(CONTINUES CRYING)
It's all right, Danny.

(SHOUTS IN ALBANIAN)

We contact you.
(SOBBING) No.

THIEF: We contact you.

You bring the money to us.
We give you back the boy.

No, no, no.
We will give you money.

We will give you money,
but you have to leave
the boy here.

THIEF: We contact you!
JED: No, no, no.

On the floor,
on the ground!

No, you take
me instead!

We contact you! Back off!

Down on the ground!
(SCREAMING)

Everybody on the ground!
No! God!

Everybody on the ground!
(SCREAMING)

We contact you.
Dad!

(SHOUTS IN ALBANIAN)
Dad! Dad!

Dad!
(SCREAMING)

All right, all right,
all right...

Stay there, or the boy dies!
DANNY: Dad!

DANNY: (SCREAMING) Dad!

On the ground! On the ground!

Down on the floor!
Get down! Shut up!

(DANNY SOBBING)

(CLATTERING)

Who's in there?
Who's in there?

Good boy. Good boy.
Good boy.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Mr. Burr always wanted
to come to the Swiss Alps.

He likes the peace
and quiet, does Mr. Burr.

You don't?

All this snow and silence,
makes me want to scream.

(CHUCKLES)
Don't worry,
I'm not going to.

Okay.

How long have
you been together?

Twenty years,
come November.

Wow.
Congratulations.

It's marriage, Jonathan.
It's not a state of bliss.

(CHUCKLES)

Any children?

First and last.

So, there's no mention
of Cairo on your professional
CV, I checked.

(EXHALES SHARPLY) Yeah, I...
I took it off after I left.

Why?

I had to.

So, if Roper checked
with Meisters for a biography,

Cairo wouldn't come up?

No.

What about Freddie Hamid?

To him, I was just
a man in a uniform.

He... He never
knew my name.

So, just a little
bit of airbrushing
and you'd be clean?

Clean.

Do you handle cash
in that hotel of yours?

Yeah, sometimes.

Suppose you stole
some of it, or all of it.

Would anyone
notice straightaway?

Not if I was
clever about it.

Ah, well, luckily you
are clever, Jonathan.
'Cause I checked.

Did you?

Course you did.

(WIND HOWLING)

Don't get many
visitors here, do you?

No.

Ooh, T. E. Lawrence...

Of Arabia.

The lonely genius
who wished only
to be a number.

Would you put
that back, please?

Whose initials
are these?

They're my father's.

It's private.
Oh.

Sorry, I didn't realize
it meant that much to you.

Yes, you did.

He was undercover in Belfast,
wasn't he, your father?

Yes, he was.

Same regiment as you?

Yeah.

I read that they had
to put his uniform back on
before they buried him.

What do you want,
Ms. Burr?

I want to make
you an offer.

Come and
work for me.

And afterwards,
when it's all over,
I will look after you.

Resettlement,

new name,
new identity, new life.

An offer to do what?

To bring down
Richard Roper.

I've spent 10 years of my life
going after that man.

I've had microphones
up his ass,

I've had GCHQ tapping
every bloody email.

I've had 1,000 satellites
overflying him

and I can't
get close to him.

And do you know why?

'Cause he's too smart.

But that'll change.

I want to put you
inside his operation.

I will give you a legend
as thick as your arm.

You'll be in so deep,
you'll worry that you'll
never get out of it.

There's not a scrap of you
that won't get used,

there's not an hour
that will go by you
won't be scared.

But you will nail him.

You will nail him
for Sophie Alekan.

You will nail him
for your country.

And you will nail him
for the man that
owned that book.

Or you can go back to
the hotel of non-existence.
It's up to you.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(EXHALES)

BURR: I think
he's gonna do it.

What do you need?

I need to give him
a criminal history,
something for Roper to find.

It's gotta be West Country
and it needs to be real.

I need the Home
Office on board.

And I need you to take out
at least three Devon
police officers,

take them to lunch,
get them to play the game.

No half
measures then, eh?

And not a word to
the River House, Rex.

Do you understand me?
Not a word.

I do hope I'm not about
to regret the soft spot that
I have for you, Angela.

(SIGHING)
(DISTANT CLATTERING)

(SAFE CLATTERS)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

BURR: All right.

This is Rob Singhal,
my deputy.

ROB: Hello.

You up for it?

You sure, are you?

Yeah.

Right, well, sit down and have
a cup of tea for God's sake.

You're making
me feel nervous.

Thanks.

No.

All you've said
so far, is yes.

Do you want
me to say no?

Well, now would
be the moment.

Now, or forever
hold your peace.

Oh, you're too bloody perfect,
Jonathan Pine,
that's your trouble.

I don't want you perfect.
Go on, have a biscuit, eat it.

(TABLE THUDS)

You are gonna put on
the performance of your life.

There is half a psychopath
lurking in there, Jonathan.

I want you to find him
and stick to him.

Once you get
down to Devon,

you are the world's
second worst man,
first place already taken.

There is no right, or wrong,
for you down there.

Do you hear me?
It's all me, me, me.

Don't give
anyone an inch.

Anyone pisses you off,
you smack 'em.

Anyone crosses you,
God help them.

I want you to scare
the shit out of everyone
and that includes me.

Richard Roper must
know that you're in the
same league as him.

Laws don't apply to him,
and they don't
apply to you either.

He sees that,
we get him.

He comes to the table,
we get him over a barrel
and we skewer him.

Are you
comfortable with that?

Yes.

Right, this is
our insurance.

(SIGHS) To say
that you jumped,
we didn't push you.

(SIGHING)

(WATER DRIPPING)

OFFICER: Tell me what you saw
when you got to the cottage.

MARILYN: Uh, the...

The kitchen was a mess...

And there was blood on the...
On the floor.

Did he kill him?

(ENGINE ROARING)

(SHOP BELL CHIMES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

JONATHAN: Hi.

You all right?

I've, um, taken
Rosum's Cottage.

I was told to leave
the rent here.

I'll be here for a while.

Is this your place?

Uh, no, it's my mum's.
I'm just looking after it.

Right.

You're from up country?

(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, that's right.

What you doing
down here?

(BABY BURBLING)

He's a big lad.
(CHUCKLING)

Is he yours?

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES) Well...

What was the name?
(SHOP BELL CHIMES)

Jack Linden.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(MOTORBIKE REVVING)

(MOTORBIKE REVVING)

(WOMAN MOANING)

(KISSING)

(MOANING CONTINUES)

(GASPING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(EXHALES) Who are you?

Get out.

Nobody even lives here.

Well, I do now.

(MOTORBIKE APPROACHING)

(SNIFFING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(SNIFFING CONTINUES)

What do you want?

Police, right?
Nah.

Whoever you are, get lost.

I've got an offer for you.
No, I'm not interested.

(CLEARS THROAT)
You deaf?

I told you to get lost.

(SCOFFS)
(GRUNTING)

Now, listen
to me, okay?

I don't know who
you're buying off,
but things have changed.

I have a delivery
coming in a few weeks' time.

You'll buy it
off me now, okay?

Piss off.

(GRUNTING)

I would advise
a different business language
from now on.

(CLATTERING)
(GRUNTING)

Okay?

(CHOKING)

No! (GASPING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Try it.

(PANTING)

Try it.
(GRUNTING)

No!

(SHUSHING)
(GASPING)

(COUGHING)

(GASPING)

(PANTING)

(COUGHING)

Who was that?

You okay?

(CONTINUES PANTING)

ROPER: Now, let's try a little
thought experiment here.

Think of all the things
you own, clothes, house, car,

and ask yourself
what part of all that

did not depend on commerce
and free movement of capital?

For the benefit of
the hard of thinking
in the room,

I'll give you the answer.
The answer is none.

None.

My Safe Haven
project for refugees

is not funded out of love,
or a bleeding heart.

I do it because it benefits me

to have the communities
in which I wish to operate

sympathetic to my interests.

The truth, which no one
dares admit these days,

is that only by
freeing capital...

...do you free the world.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Right.

Hey.

Pint of Blue Anchor,
please.

MAN: That's him.

JONATHAN: Cheers.

(GAME MACHINE BEEPING)

(GAME MACHINE BEEPING)

(BRAKES SQUEAKING)

Hey.
You all right?

Yeah.

My mother says
you want mineral water.

Uh,
I don't think so.

Oh.

Well, I've brought
them now.

Coffee?

I wouldn't say no.

I... Googled you...

Jack Linden.
(LAUGHS)

And what did
you find?

Bugger all.

So you like
it here, do you?

All on your own?

What you do
here all day?

Bit of cooking.

(CLICKS TONGUE)
I can cook.

Oh, yeah?
Mmm.

I was good.

I won prizes. I was gonna
be a famous chef.

Well, what happened?

I stopped.

Why?

'Cause I married a loser,
had a brat, and
screwed up my life.

Right, um...
(CHUCKLES)

And the father is...
No, he ain't...

He ain't been Charlie's father
since he was three days old.

He came to the hospital
with a box of Cadbury's
milk chocolates

and tuckered
all the nice ones.
He couldn't wait to flee.

Where to?
Don't ask me.

Is he abroad or...

Tom Quince?
(LAUGHS)

Sorry, say again.

Tom Quince.
It's Charlie's father's name.

Nah, he's never had
a passport in his life.

He's probably
somewhere round Bude,
smoking a ton of pot,

and trying to sleep
with the weekend talent.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

(BOTH PANTING)

REX: It's a great pleasure
to introduce...

(DOOR OPENS)
...the chief officer...

...at the US Directorate
of Defense Trade Controls,

Joel Steadman.

Firstly, gentlemen...

And, uh, lady...
(SOFTLY) Sorry.

JOEL: I want to thank you all
for inviting me to London

to share a little
of what I know

about the global arms trade
in the 21st century
and how to confront it.

And there's about 3,000 years
of wisdom in this room.

I represent about
six weeks of it.
(ALL LAUGHING)

But hell, those odds never
stopped an American before.

Now, there's two philosophies
on how to confront
internationals arms smuggling.

You can exploit,
or you can enforce.

Now, I'm an enforcer
and I'll tell you why.

You go down the exploitation
path and this is what happens.

You identify a bad guy,
you watch him,

get all kinds
of dirt on him.

Then you approach him,
and then what do you do?

Well, then you recruit him.

You recruit him
to get to the next guy,

then you watch him,
then you recruit him,
and so on, and so forth.

And pretty soon the lines
get blurred, your enemy
becomes your friend.

And hey, the devil has
all the best lines, right?

Now, I'm an enforcer.

I go after someone
and I bring 'em down.

And the reason
why I'm here today,

is to ask you
folks for a little help.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Joel.
Mr. Dromgoole.

Excellent to see you.
Thank you.

You know
these guys?

Palfrey.
Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

I enjoyed your speech.

Well, let's keep the
channels open at all times.

Absolutely.
Particularly when it comes
to the Middle East.

Anything you have at all.
I have money and people
ready to work with you.

Sure will, Geoffrey.

GEOFFREY: Speak to you later.
JOEL: Thank you.

Joel.
Ah.

REX: Good to have you with us.
JOEL: Nice to see you.

Angela.

Hello, Joel.

(CHUCKLING)

(SIPPING)

What do you
think of the ale?

Jury's out.

I see, uh,
you're not drinking.

You didn't tell me
you were flying in.

You didn't tell me
something a lot more
important than that.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Why were you in
Madrid two weeks ago?

It's an operation
called, "Limpet."

We're going after
Richard Onslow Roper.

His people are meeting
with a Spanish lawyer
in Madrid.

Juan Apostol.

Yeah. Also
known as, "Apo."

We think there's a new
deal in the pipeline.

But you can't get close.

(EXHALES) Can anyone?

BURR: They're phone records
from the mobile phone
of Lance Corkoran,

Roper's front man.

They show calls to London,
Beirut and Madrid.

How the hell
did you get this?

I've got a new asset.

I want to get him on
the inside of Roper's set-up.

You got any idea
how dangerous that is?

Does River House
know about this?

It's got to be a church
mouse operation.

Then why
did you call me?

'Cause I need
your money.

(SCOFFS)

Joel, I'm on my own in this,
and I don't like it.

I'm doing something
no one else has done before

and I'm scared shitless,
I need a friend.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(PANTING)

I've got some more stuff
coming on Tuesday night.

You got
the money?

Good.

(MOTORBIKE REVVING)

Hi.

Harlow.

JONATHAN: Right.

From London.

Is that what
you wanted?

Well?

(JONATHAN SCOFFS)

Yeah.

HARLOW: It's a funny
old gig this one.

I shall expect
a lavish funeral.

(GLASSES CLINKING)

I'm sure they'll do
what they can.

Well, then...

Tom Quince.

Are you ready?

(DOOR OPENING)

We need to
wait for the stuff.

It'll come
and it'll all be okay.

Yeah, it'll be okay.

It'll be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(GRUNTING)

(GASPING)

(GRUNTS)
(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

Now, get out!

(FOOTSTEPS RETREATING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

What?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Jack?

Jack?

OFFICER: Tell me what you saw
when you got to the cottage.

MARILYN:
The kitchen was a mess...

And there was
blood on the floor.

Here you go.

Did he kill him?

(SIRENS WAILING)

OFFICER: The man
he attacked in the pub?

Yes.

Why did you go to the cottage?

MARILYN:
I was fetching empties.

OFFICER: Had you
been there before?

Yeah, once or twice.

OFFICER: Why?
MARILYN: To deliver for
my mother, that's all.

(SOBBING)

OFFICER: Did he ever
mention his previous life?

No.
Ever mention Switzerland?

No, why?

Did he say
he was leaving?

No.

Name "Jonathan Pine"
mean anything to you?

No.

So, he never told
you his real name?

No, he said his
name was Linden.

Jack Linden.

OFFICER: He never
told you who he was?

No, he never
said who he was.

THIEF: Who's in there?
Who's in there?

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(WHIMPERS)
(THIEF GROANS)

JONATHAN: Go.
Go back to your mother.

(GRUNTS)
(SOFTLY) Go.

(SHOUTING) Go!

(BONE CRUNCHING)
(GRUNTING)

THIEF: You bastard.

You were supposed
not to hurt him!

It needed to look real.

(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)

You want it real?

I'll show you real!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(GROANING)

We'll show you real!

(GRUNTING)

ROPER: Oh, Jesus!
Danny. Danny!
SANDY: Just wait here...

Come on, big man.
ROPER: Danny!

He's all right.
Oh, God!

(CRYING)
Danny!

Oh!

Are you all right?
(DANNY SOBBING)

JED: What happened?
What happened?

DANNY:
(WHIMPERING) They ran off.

He scared them.

He saved me.

Who saved you? What...

SANDY: Who is he?
Where the hell has
he come from?

He's our seasonal
sous-chef from England.

(STAMMERS) He was
working in that kitchen.

(DANNY CRYING)

We need
to call the police.

Chief, we doing
medical attention?

I know him.

What's his name?

Thomas Quince.

He's from
Devon in England.

No, he's bloody not.

You're Pine
from Switzerland.

What are you doing here?
CAROLINE: Sandy, we need
to call the police.

No police.

(MOBILE DIALING)
JONATHAN: No police.

No, hold on, Jorge.

Just... Just hold
on a second.

How's his pulse, Frisky?

Yeah, it's quite sporting,
chief, all things considered.

ROPER: You hearing me, Pine?

We're gonna get
you out of here.

Corky, get the
boats ready, will you?

And call the hospital.

Which one?

Well, our one. Not the
death trap on the main drag.

Tell them to get ready
to operate, and get hold
of that Israeli fellow.

Dr. Shimon.

Drag him away from
whatever Russian party
he's currently at.

(CHUCKLES)

You must have given them
the fright of their lives.

No police.

No police.

All right, Jorge,
I think we can keep this
between us, can't we?

I'll pay for any damage done,
Corky can sort the bill.

Anyone you
want us to call?

A girlfriend? Family?

Still alone, are we?

Well.

We're gonna take care of you.

(EXHALES)

BURR: Thank you.

JOEL: Hey.

Hey.

Any sign of him?
What went wrong?

Let me get this.

He went off-script.
Way off-script.

He broke an agent's
arm in three places.

BURR: What's he playing at?

JOEL: He said
he wanted it real.
So they made it real.

They think they
might have killed him.

What do you
mean killed him?

Roper didn't call the cops,
so we don't know where he is.

God damn it, Angela.

This thing was
perfectly choreographed.

He knew exactly
what we had to do.

Hector.

Do you remember Angela Burr
from Baghdad?

Sure do.
Welcome, ma'am.

You two still
working together?

Yeah. No one is more
mystified by that than me.

Sir, you
should hear this.

Come on, sit down.
Corkoran is calling
a number in Gloucestershire...

...from his
mobile phone.

CORKORAN: (OVER MOBILE)
Tony? Lance Corkoran here.

Pressing matter,
I'm afraid.

Chief needs your
good offices.

Got a pen?

The name is Pine,

like the tree.

First name, Jonathan.

(KEYPAD CLACKING)

Goes under the name
of Thomas Quince,
like the fruit.

Head-to-toe background
check, all avenues.
All perfectly mum.

360 degrees. Ta.

Well, he's alive.

They wouldn't check
on a dead man.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(PHONE RINGS)

Rob Singhal, IEA.

BURR: Rob, I want you to put
his name out. Splash it large.

I want an international
warrant for the arrest
of Thomas Quince,

Jonathan Pine,
Jack Linden.

Er, murder,
multiple theft...

Dope-running,
obtaining a false passport,
and identity theft.

And whatever else
you can think of.

All right?
Do it now.

He's crossed
the bridge.

Yeah, now
we're burning it.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

(MUFFLED VOICES)

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

JED: Thomas.

Thomas, I'm not sure
if you can hear me.

They say your face
is mending well.

But you've also
cracked several ribs.

You're so brave,
but you're gonna be fine.

Dr. Shimon's the very best,
otherwise Roper
wouldn't use him.

Listen, is there anyone
you want us to call?

A loved one?

When you were sleeping,
you mentioned someone
called Sophie.

Should we call her?

Just raise your finger,
if you can't speak.

Roper is away on business,
but he'll be back soon

and he can't
wait to see you.

(SLURRING) Where am I?

DANNY: (WHISPERING)
Are you awake?

My father says
I'm to thank you for
saving my life.

I'm sorry I ran away
from the table.

I won't do it again.

(IN NORMAL VOICE)
Do you want me to read
to you about squid?

"This slow-moving
alien-like squid

"lives at depths of up
to 200 meters."

(DOOR OPENING)

(SPLUTTERING)

Piss off, would you,
Frisky, old love?

Well, that's
a better color.

Lovely deep purple.

Better than the blue
baboon look of last week.

And sitting up.

Dare one hope,
we're on the mend?

Actually, I'd like
to go soon, please.

Absolutely, old boy.

Soon as the chief
gets back.

What do I call you,
by the way?

When I was doing
the forms at the hospital,

I had a conundrum.

"Well," I thought,
"This is a bit rum!"

"Is he a Thomas Quince,
or is he a Jonathan Pine?"

So I put
Mordechai Phillips.

(CHUCKLING) To this day,
I've no idea why.

Mind if I smoke?

Smoke ourselves, do we?
In better times?

A bit.

(EXHALES)

Nothing like a fag,
when you're cooking.

Do you want one now?

No, thanks.

Bloody good grub
at that place you
were working.

Were those saucy
mussels all your work?

Mmm-hmm.
Well...

I am blown away.

And did you cook
at that Swiss hotel?

Or merely rob the place?

It's a tricky one,
you see.

The chief is
a stickler for detail,

so we called the
Meisters Hotel to ask
for a reference

and it turns out
you are nothing more
than a common thief.

40,000 euros swiped
from the safe,
the police called,

Herr Meister's
positively seething.

No wonder the chief has
a few questions to ask.

But he says they can
wait until you're better.

Although,
I'm not so sure

we're quite as poorly
as we're making out.

In fact, I'm not sure
at all about you, Pine.

I think you might be
stringing us along.

Hmm?

And if
that's the case,

when you're better,

I will hood you,

and hang you up
by those lovely ankles

until the truth falls out
of you by gravity.

Toodle-oo.

Frisky, piss off back
in again, would you?

(DOOR OPENING)
Make sure our valued guest...

...doesn't try and
make a run for it.

FRISKY: You know the best way
to make a bloke talk?

Fizzy drink treatment.

Up the nose.

Bung the mouth.

And if you've got
a funnel handy,

oh, it's even better.

Hits you right
in the switchboard.

It's bloody diabolical.

(BELLS TOLLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Apo, how are you?
Good to see you.

Very good to see you.
Have a seat.

Thank you, very much.
So, have you eaten?

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

BURR: Are you sure
you know your lines?

JOEL: (LAUGHS)
I'll do my best.

So, tell us
about Limpet.

Well, Limpet is an ongoing
anti-arms operation
based in Washington.

Standard tracer op.
It's been running
about a year.

Who are
you going after?

Richard Onslow Roper,

Director of Ironlast,
and we think a lot more
on the side.

That wouldn't
surprise me.

I came here to see
if there were opportunities

for mutual collaboration
and intelligence sharing.

Angela was happy
to come on board,

and I was hoping you folks
would kind of do the same.

All right. Where are you
at, at the moment?

Well, it's been
going pretty well.

Wouldn't you say?
Yeah.

Um... We have some photographs
here of a meeting that took
place in Madrid

between Alexander Langbourne,
Roper's money man

and a Spanish lawyer,
Juan Apostol.

It's possible they were
discussing a future arms deal.

Did you get any
audio on that?

JOEL: Unfortunately not, no.

So it's possible they were
discussing their children's
Christmas parties?

(BURR CHUCKLES)

Well...

What about
on the ground?

Got anyone
close to Roper?

JOEL: Um, not right now, no.

In development?

Yeah, no. (SIGHS) Getting
someone on the inside, Harry,

that's a long game.

What I want from you...
GEOFFREY: Let me stop
you there, Joel.

Angela runs her own modest
enforcement agency,

and she can do
what she likes.

Roper is an
obsession of hers.

He was when she was with us
here at the River,

I suspect that he
always will be.

But I hope you understand
that I can't spend the
nation's intelligence budget

on an operation whose
current status appears

to be
somewhat catatonic.

I would need
a little more.

Right, that's uh...
That's disappointing.

Life's disappointing, Joel.

Just ask Angela.

Please, come back
when you have something.

Our door is
always open.

Was that dull
enough for you?

Are you kidding me?

I never knew an American
could sound so much like
a total bloody loser.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

How do you
stand it, Angela?

"Modest enforcement agency."

God!
Well, he's not wrong, is he?

But they must never know
about our boy, Joel.

No mention of him in comms,
nothing written down,
nothing at all, yeah?

We keep River House
on the outside.
It's too dangerous.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

Daddy!
Oh, my goodness.

DANNY: I got a lobster!

You caught that?

Oh, yeah!
DANNY: Javier helped me.

Did he? Good for him.
Yeah.

Good for you.

Hello, darling. How are you?
Well done, Danny. Well done.

How is the patient?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

ROPER: You sleep now.

Tomorrow we'll find out
who you really are.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)