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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

JONATHAN:
What's The Haven?

You were in the army,
weren't you?

Iraq.

Well, then, you should
feel very much at home.

What's this?

That is a coded
account summary

of the entire operation.

A complete list of people
cash-flowing the deal,

a summary of expenses,
names of consultants,

profit margins,
the whole shooting match.

And yet somehow

this found
its way into the hands

of a British enforcement
official called Angela Burr.

Now, here's the problem.

There are only two
people in the world

who have that list
in their possession.

Sandy Langbourne, and me.

So how did Angela Burr get it?

There's, um, Sandy.

He'd never betray you.

Anyone can betray

anyone, Jonathan.

You should know that.

Whose handwriting is this?

Apostol.

Our Spanish lawyer friend.

It's why he's no
longer with us.

You should
call off the sale.

Oh, they would love that.

Whitehall pricks in the foyer.

I'm not gonna
give up that easy.

I'll just have
to plug the leak.

Is it Langbourne? Corkoran?

Jed.

Or you.

Is it you, Jonathan?

No.

Well, whoever it is,

they are living
on borrowed time.

Good trip, sir?

Very good, Jasper,
thank you, yes.

May I introduce
Mr. Andrew Birch,

Director of Tradepass.

We will be facilitating
Mr. Birch's sale.

JASPER: Pleasure to
meet you, Mr. Birch.

ROPER: I assume
Mr. Birch's merchandise
got here safely?

JASPER: The trucks
arrived this morning.

You missed a hell of
a storm last night, sir.

It is not a fair world.

No, it isn't.

JASPER: Syrian border's
200 miles to the south.

Refugee camps are
all around us here.

ROPER: They come here
with nothing,

lives ripped apart,
homes destroyed.

JONATHAN:
Who are the
taxis for?

ROPER: The Western aid
workers who can't get to
the airport fast enough.

Still, we do our bit,
don't we, Jasper?

JASPER: Yes, sir.

ROPER: This is our
little contribution.

A safe haven for
the wretched of the Earth.

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

ROPER: Hello, hello.
How are you? How are you?

(ROPER GREETING
PEOPLE IN ARABIC)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Hello, how are you?

How are you?
How are you, young man?

(SHUTTER CLICKING)

Assalam alaikum.
Let's see
what we have here.

There we go.

(SHUTTER CLICKING)

Oh, my goodness!
See if we can get a picture.

Let's smile at the camera,
shall we? Excellent.

Can you carry
a box all on your own?
You stay there.

You see if you can
carry this all on your own.

There you go.

All right,
very nice to see you.

Justifies us being here.

Means no one
asks any questions

about our other activities.

(CAR DOORS CLOSING)

Right, Tabby,
collect all the phones.
No calls in or out.

Frisky, see if you
can get Mr. Birch
some suitable gear.

Site been cleared?

JASPER: Happening
as we speak, sir.

Firework display.
You're in charge.

You've got a lot
of homework to do.

Make sure you know
what you're selling.

JASPER:
Sir, this way.

Welcome to The Haven.

(METAL CLANGING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Er, you asked to see me.

Rex.
(DOOR CLOSES)

The royal household
have been in touch.

Informally, so don't
go spreading it around.

The palace do tend
to get rather edgy

about that sort of thing.
(CHUCKLING)

They're looking for
a new private secretary.

Some rookie's made
too many mistakes

and they want someone
with tact and experience

to take over the position.

Tea with the Queen.
(CHUCKLES)

Nice work if you can get it.

And I'm...
I'm going to get it, am I?

Well, only if you want it.

Of course.

GRACE: The private jet
left Istanbul at 8:20 a.m.,

but we have no satellite
information after that.

Why not?

GRACE: The Turks say
they need a higher-level
request for all flight intel.

BURR: So get me one.

GRACE: I've tried, ma'am.
They said no.

I've lost my boy
and I need to
know where he is!

Right,
so this is what we know.

A British ship
called the Leila Jane

docked in
Istanbul two days ago.

It's got no right to be
anywhere near Istanbul,
it should be in the Azores

and it should be
full of crop sprayers.

Now it's gone again.

But cargo was
taken off in Istanbul
and her cargo was this.

British and American arms.

Seven new deals
in the last month.

Now, they're selling
to a no-go customer
somewhere in the Middle East

and the middle man
is Richard Roper.

He is going to Turkey
to meet the buyer at
a place called The Haven.

I need more money,
I need personnel
on the ground.

And I need somebody
to tell me where the
bloody hell my agent is!

Listen. Listen.

(CLEARS THROAT)

The Permanent
Secretary has requested

that I no longer manage
enforcement agencies.

As of the end
of this week,

I'll be reassigned.

The Permanent Secretary leaked
my intelligence to Dromgoole.

She's part of it.

Her job is to
preserve the status quo.

Whatever it takes.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

ROPER: When a continent
enters into chaos,

that's when
opportunities open up.

The British knew it in China,
the Yanks in South America.

I'm doing the same here.

We can train armies
to fight in deserts,

mountains, we can teach them
anti-guerrilla tactics,

how to deal with
political insurgency.

And for a small surcharge,

we can even send
in teams of our own

to deal with specific targets.

Assassinations,

fake terror plots,
even the odd coup.
Can't we, Jasper?

Yes, sir.

Jasper looks like
a teddy bear,

but don't let him near
your neck on a bad day.

Good to see you, sir.

How are you, Aiden?

Good. Looking forward to
playing with the new toys.

ROPER: Boys keeping fit?

Not a bad set-up,
is it?

It's unbelievable.

He's got his own country.

Not just a country,
old boy.

This is a kingdom.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(FRIENDLY CHATTER)

Look sharp!
Mr. Roper on deck!

(SOLDIERS GREETING)

SOLDIER 1: Morning, sir.
SOLDIER 2: Morning.

All right.
All right. All right.

You fellows been busy
while I've been gone?

(ALL AFFIRMING)

All ready for you, Chief.
Spic and span.

Glad to hear it.
Andrew, come here.

'Cause Mr. Birch, here,

wants to put on a good show
for our guests tonight.

So I want you to give him
all the help he needs.

He has worn
khaki himself,

so don't feel you
need to talk pretty.

(ALL LAUGH)

Andrew Birch.
Which regiment
were you in?

First Battalion,
Fusiliers.

You lost two men
in Basra, 2005.
I was there.

Yes, sir.
Good friends of mine.

Why'd you leave?

Same as you, I'd imagine.

I'd done three tours.
Time to cash in the chips.

And become a mercenary.

Every soldier
fights for money, Andrew,
if he's got half a brain.

(SOLDIERS AGREEING)

You were paid in Iraq,
weren't you?

These men are
selling their skills,
same as anyone else.

SOLDIERS: Yeah!

Actually, no, not the same.

What you're looking at here
is the real United Nations.

SOLDIERS: Yes!

You've got Americans,
Russians, Ukrainians,
Serbs, Croats, Angolans...

Latvian, come on!

One Latvian,
but a very loud one.
(ALL LAUGH)

All living,
working together.

One big happy family.

(CHEERING)

Aye, but with no mum!

(ALL LAUGH)

Well, in that case,
I will be mother.

ROPER: Don't be a tit, Sandy.

These men are about
to operate some extremely
heavy machinery.

Besides,
they wouldn't be anything
like cold enough.

(ALL LAUGH)

How have you been, Alexei?
Leg all right?

Good. Glad to hear it.

Something's wrong.

He's treating me like
I just shot his mother.

He thinks there
might be a rotten apple.

What d'you mean?

(LAUGHS)

Don't be ridiculous.

(SOFT BUZZING)

(SOFT BUZZING)

JONATHAN: Mr. Barghati.

(JONATHAN GREETING IN ARABIC)

Walaikum assalam,
Mr. Birch.

Just this way.
Please have some tea.

Okay, Jasper,
let's start the show.

JASPER: Yes, sir.

Frisky, you're
gonna need these.
Cheers, Jas...

Mr. Langbourne, sir.
SANDY: Thank you.

Mr. Barghati, sir.
Thank you.

Will it be loud?

I certainly hope so, sir.

(ALL LAUGH)

This is Guy Fawkes.
All players on
the flare in 10.

MAN OVER RADIO:
Copy, Guy Fawkes,
on the flare in 10.

Mr. Barghati,
would you care
to do the honors?

Why not. Thank you.

Forty-five degrees
straight into the sky.

It has little
bit of a kick.

Thank you, sir.

Ah... We appear
to have a visitor.

Friend of yours,
Mr. Barghati?

It's very hard to tell.

Unless biometric software
identifies enemy contact.

The FGM Javelin
light anti-tank missile.

A fire-and-forget system
with an effective range
of up to 2,500 meters.

Who was driving
that car?

Don't worry, sir.
Here he is.

ROPER: And would you
believe it, Mr. Barghati,

he doesn't even
have a driving license?

(ALL LAUGH)

JONATHAN:
It has a tandem warhead

fitted with two
shaped charges,

guaranteed for
penetration of surface
and base reactive armor.

They're using
four-to-one tracer
for our benefit, Mr. Barghati.

Of course in reality,
IR guidance would
render that unnecessary.

Pretty, though.

(AIRCRAFT APPROACHES)

FIM Stinger...

A man-portable
surface-to-air missile,

weighing only 15 kilograms.

The new 92F model
contains a rollover sensor

and modified
control software.

(GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSION)

ROPER:
You miss it, do you?

Being down there
with burnt cork
on your face,

dagger in your teeth.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

No, not at all.
I'd much rather be
up here watching,

thank you.

Quite right, too.

War as spectator sport.

We are emperors
of Rome, Andrew.

Blood and steel,
the only elements
that ever meant anything.

Now, Mr. Barghati,

we have taken
the liberty of assuming
neither you nor

the other members
of your consortium

are signatories to
the Oslo Convention.

UN takes a rather
dim view of cluster
munitions on the basis that,

and I quote, "They pose
an indiscriminate threat
to the civilian population."

We prefer to use
the term "democratic".

Do you agree
with my definition?

Yes.
Good.

Now, the grand finale.

Pay close attention.
We cleared a whole
village for this bit.

(AIRCRAFT APPROACHING)

Nothing quite as
pretty as napalm at night.

Hard to get hold of
these days, of course.

But then that's why
you come to us.

(APPLAUSE)

ROPER: Oh, you're very kind.
Thank you. Thank you.

JONATHAN: Mr. Barghati,
safe journey.

BARGHATI:
Goodbye, Mr. Birch.

I will be singing
your praises
to my consortium.

Well, do send them
my best wishes.

Where are you flying to, sir?

Ah, that's a question
you do not ask.

Just as I do not ask
where the goods came from.

It is a long and
noble tradition.

The supplier is silent,
the buyer is discreet,
and business is done.

I went to London
School of Economics.

I learnt everything
I know in your capital city.

Did you?

Do send in
my best wishes.

I will.

Mr. Barghati,
your carriage awaits.

Hope you have
a very pleasant,
safe journey.

My best to your family,
of course.

BARGHATI: Thank you.

Do you know I have, er,

a couple of tickets
for the French Open

later in the year
if you're interested.

If that, er...
I don't know if that's
something you would enjoy.

BARGHATI: That would be
absolutely wonderful.

ROPER: Splendid...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BARGHATI: Thank you.
ROPER: Have a safe
journey again.

I've left Pearl with
a small team in Istanbul,

in case our boy
makes contact.

Yeah. What chance of that?

Joel's advised that
we burn our boy completely.

He thinks Roper's turned him.

ROB: What do you think?

Well, he attacked
our own people.

Whether he wanted to
or he had to, I don't know.

And I've tried to
get access to those

bank accounts of the,
er, companies on
the Tradepass list.

Every request blocked.

I need a sodding warrant
and I can't get a warrant

'cause I don't
have the authority.

And...

I think I am being followed.

'Cause when I left
the house this morning,

there was a car at
the end of the road.

Might you
have imagined it?

I'm just saying,
you're tired.
Yeah, I'm tired.

I'm pregnant.
I'm emotional.

I saw a car.

STEADMAN: Yeah, all right.

God damn it.
(SLAMS DOWN PHONE)

BURR: What is it?

Limpet's been closed down.

Funding withdrawn.

Whose authority?

All I know is
we're being mothballed.

I'm being called back
to Washington this afternoon.

God damn it.
Back to chasing Mexican
gunrunners in Arizona.

Well, is there anything
you can do about it?

Not a goddamn thing.
I'm sorry.

There is just
too many people

who don't want us
doing what we're doing.

When was the last
time you got some rest?

(SCOFFS)

Why don't you go home,
get some sleep, huh?

Come on.

It's okay.

(SIGHS)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(GATES CREAKING)

It's not like him to mix
business with pleasure.

Jed, darling.
How was your trip?

It was fine.

Not too bumpy?

You look gorgeous.

Corky.
Sweetie.

Andrew, come and join us.

Having a drink to celebrate.
I've allowed Sandy to
unleash the Moet '73.

The trucks are in
the Turkish mountains,

should be at the Syrian
border at 6:00 p.m.
tomorrow, give or take.

Great.

In the meantime,
I suggest a toast

to Tradepass and all
those who sail in her.

I think that's something
we can all drink to.

(SHOUTING) Can't we?

Good Christ,
what a miserable bunch.

We've just had
a triumphant opening night.

The reviews are in.
We're a big hit!

Here's to us!
JONATHAN: Here's to us.

Tradepass.
Tradepass.

ROPER: Corky,
why aren't you drinking?

I'm off it, Chief.

ROPER: Off it?
Taking a break.

Sandy... Better be
calling the brothers.
SANDY: Mmm-hmm.

How are you, Andrew?

Fighting fit. Thank you.

You seem very
at home here.

Do I?

Who can blame him, darling?
All these uniforms.

Still, it's not as pretty
as the seaside cottage, is it?

Not as romantic.

Did I say something untoward?

I should really,
uh, get some rest.

You can sleep
when you're dead.

I don't know if it
has occurred to you
why he brought her here.

I'm just an outside observer,
you've made sure of that,

but from where I'm sitting,

it doesn't look very good.

It doesn't look
very good at all.

(SCOFFS)

(DOG BARKING)

(YAWNS)

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

Angela Burr.

ON PHONE:
Dromgoole here.

I wondered if you were
free for a tete-a-tete?

Er, I'm asleep.

You don't look asleep.

I'm alone.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

You going to let me in?

We can talk just fine here.

I like you, Angela.

I admire your tenacity.

It was always a source
of regret to me that

we lost you from The River.

What do you want?

I wanted to ask where
you got those papers.

What papers?

The ones you
took to Apostol

that resulted in some Arab
cutting his neck open.

Oh, it was an Arab, was it?

They're doing business
with Richard Roper,

and well,
they don't appreciate
a lawyer they can't trust.

And you?
Are you doing business
with Richard Roper, too?

I'm looking after
the strategic interests

of my country, Angela.

And lining your pockets.

Where did you
get the papers?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You've been lying
to me about Limpet.

You've had someone on
the inside all along.

I need to know who.

This isn't
just about me.

There is a whole
system that keeps our
country where we want it,

amongst the elites,
punching above our weight.

Well, it's a state of being.

An ontology,
if you like.

And it has to be maintained.

You know...

We need Richard Roper.

America needs Richard Roper.

Whether you like it or not.

For your own safety,

do not get in the way.

Good night, Geoffrey.

I wouldn't close the door.

GORDON: Angela?
Yeah?

Who was that?

No, it's nothing, love.
Go back to sleep.

(ELECTRICITY SURGES)

What happened
to all the lights?

ROPER: They'll fix it.

Happens all the time.

Just relax.

How can I relax?

I'm in a goddamn
army base, Roper.

I'm the only woman here.

Do you any idea how
humiliating that is?

You see the way
they all look at me.

Thought you might
enjoy the attention.

Don't be stupid.

Just tell me
why I'm here.

You never
bring me anywhere
near your work.

You wanted to come.

Didn't you?

Well, now that you're here,

someone has been
prying into my affairs.

Perhaps you can
help me work out who.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Is it you?

(SCOFFS)

Listen, I really want to keep
this between you and me.

Why don't you start by
just telling me the truth?

(MUMBLES)

What did you do with the list?

What list?

Who did you show it to?

I don't know what
you're talking about, baby.

TABBY: Excuse me, Chief.
(ANGRILY) What?

There's a problem
with the genny.

I know there's a problem
with the genny, fix it!

No, it looks deliberate, boss.

Stay exactly
where you are.

JONATHAN: Psst!

Jed. (SHUSHES)
(GASPS)

Okay.

Get me out
of here, Jonathan.

I can't. Not now.

Tell me exactly
who you are.

I was sent in by
British Intelligence

to track Roper's
arms operation.

No. But you
saved Danny's life.

A set-up.

No, you were injured,
you almost died.

That was part of the plan.

And the list?

The list contains the names
of every single person

who's financially invested
in Roper's illegal deal

of standard and
chemical weapons.

That's what I was
doing in his office.

That's who I am.

What do you need me to do?

You let Corky take the hit.

I can't, Jonathan.
Corky's my friend.

Corky is
a trained killer.

Now, I need money.
As much as you have.

Notes. Doesn't matter which
currency, dollars are best.

That's all I have.
That's good.

I'm sorry.
I am going to get
you out of here.

I promise.

I took a photograph of
your list on my phone.

I'm sorry.

Why on earth did you do that?

Because I wanted to know what
the man I am sleeping with

does for a living.

Why didn't you ask me?

You'd never tell me the truth.

I just...
I thought I could
find out on my own,

so I took a photograph.

I was gonna ask
someone what it meant.

Who were you gonna ask?

I don't know.

I didn't do anything,
I promise.
I just deleted it.

How much later
did you delete it?

A week?

You didn't
show it to anyone?

No, no one.

I mean, I always
leave it lying around.

Corky told me not to
leave it lying around.

What do you mean, "Corky"?

He found it,
he gave it back to me.

I'm so sorry,

I've caused you
so much trouble.

It was so stupid of me.

(EXHALES)

It's all right.

It's nothing
we can't solve.

But you must never,
ever do that to me again.

No, I never will. Ever.

Good.

'Cause you know
I love you very much.

I love you, too.

(PANTING)

(DOG BARKING)

(CART CLATTERING)

Who are you?

I work at the camp.
Have you come
across the border?

MAN: No. We are
from the village.

JONATHAN: Which village?

They bombed it.

The British man
said we had to leave.

Come and see.

MAN: She was too old to leave.

We are going to the camp.

I am going to show her
to the man who did this.

Don't. For your
son's sake, turn around.
Go back the way you came.

(DRIVER SNORING)
(DOOR OPENS)

Airport?

It's a longer journey,
I'm afraid.

Wait here for
one minute, then drive
directly to Istanbul.

The Bosphorus Grand Hotel.

There'll be a woman
waiting for you,
Room 314.

You give her this note.

$200.

There'll be $200
waiting for you
when you get there.

No problem.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE STARTS)

MAN: (CRYING)
Not my boy!
Not my boy!

(BOY SCREAMING)

MAN: (SCREAMING) No!

(GUNSHOT)
(GASPS)

(BOY SCREAMING)
(GUNSHOT)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

CORKORAN: Been bunking
off again, old chap?

You can go to detention
for that, you know.

(JONATHAN PANTING)

It's your word
against mine.

That's a risk
I have to take.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

I'm gonna kill
you now, understand?
(BREATHING RAPIDLY)

CORKORAN:
I've been waiting
for this moment!

(GROANING)

(STRAINING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

MAN: Who are you?

I caught him coming
back through the fence.

Get the Chief!
We need him to talk.

(GRUNTING)

(JONATHAN PANTING)

(CHOKES)

(PANTING)

ROPER: Jesus.

(JONATHAN GASPS FOR BREATH)

What the hell happened?

I found him at the fence.

(PANTING) I... I don't know
how long he was outside.

He may have met someone.

Jesus.

We need to get
him buried quick.

No one can know
he was here.
All right?

Jesus. Corky, Corky, Corky.

That was the smallest
grave I've ever dug.

I could have got
you in there, big boy.

Hey! Puta madre.

(CHUCKLES) Hi, guys.

(BOTH SPEAKING IN TURKISH)

Who are you?
Madam, I drove all night.

I am to give you this.

He said you would
give me another $200

if I got here by 9:00.

Yes, I think
we can manage that.

BURR: (WITH MOUTH FULL)
Where is it?
ROB: Here.

Oh, my God.
He did it.
(CHUCKLES)

Get me Mayhew
on the phone.

It's southeast Turkey.
We think it's
somewhere near Kasimli.

The truck's heading
towards the Syrian border.

That's just over 200 miles.

Rough country.
Can't reach Mayhew.

Well, that gives
us three hours

to find the trucks and stop
them before the border.

It's his last day.
They're saying
he's not available.

(SIREN WAILING
IN THE DISTANCE)

BURR: I need to see Mayhew.

I am afraid he
is not available.

He is for me.

Hey! Hey!

I'm calling the police!

I am the bloody police.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Twenty aid trucks
going to the Syrian border.

All containing illegally
exported US and UK arms.

Roper's fingerprints
all over them.

This is real, Rex.

This is what we need
to take them down.
All of them.

I told you.

We can't do anything.

We have no allies.

I don't need allies.

I need a Foreign
Office mandate

confirming the illegal
cache of these weapons
is in those trucks.

I can take that
to Joel Steadman.

He can deploy US
troops at the border
to stop the convoy,

search the trucks,
and seize the weapons.

But I can't do that without
FCO top brass confirmation.

One letter from you, Rex,

representing
the Permanent Secretary.

One signature.

Please, Rex. As of today,
you're still in position.

We will never get
this chance again.

(PHONE RINGS)

(CONTINUES RINGING)

Steadman.

Joel, listen. I'm gonna fax
something through to you now.

It's from our boy.

Tell me what you
can do with it.

Take it straight
to the military.

No Langley involvement.
Is that clear?

Sure.

Okay.

(FAX MACHINE PRINTING)

Get me Commander
Nichols, please.

Thank you.

ETA?

The convoy should be through
the border in one hour, sir.

We have their signal
if you'd like to track them.

Yes, please.

(TRACKER BEEPS STEADILY)

Andrew?

Hi.

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

Yes?
STEADMAN: This is
your American friend.

What news?

Authorization received
by US military to
seize and search

the convoy of 20 aid trucks,
1800 hours local time

at the Syrian border.

You're a good man, Joel.

Yeah, I know.

The convoy
has been identified

and is being tracked by
US military satellites.

You want a visual?
'Course I do.

Grace, visuals
coming through.
Yeah.

Tabby, would you go
and fetch Jeds for me?

Thank you.

(WHISTLING TUNE)

Hi, Jed.
Hi.

ROPER: Darling.

You wanted to know
what I do for a living.

JASPER: Three minutes
to the border.

Go get 'em.

They're at the border, sir.

Now. Come on. Look inside.

I've got you.

(PHONE RINGS)

FRISKY: Hello.

US troops
at the border, sir.

Demanding to open the trucks.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

You been practicing
your magic tricks, Andrew?

(CHUCKLES)

Well?

Been let through.

I should think so, too.

They're delaying a convoy

carrying much needed
agricultural equipment.

It's an absolute scandal.

You are a very bad man.
(CHUCKLES)

They didn't watch
the cups, you see.

(HOLLOW LAUGH)

The convoy is on
the move, sir. (LAUGHS)

You're a genius!

Thanks to my mascot.

You should come
to work more often.

Where's Corky?

Never mind about Corky.

No, really, where is he?

Stomach bug.

He had to fly home.

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

What happened?
What happened?

I just licensed
a full US military swoop

on a bunch of
combine harvesters,
that's what happened!

I don't believe it.

Your intelligence
was bullshit, Angela.

That's not possible.

You never think your
boy could've been
playing both sides?

You never once think of that?

You know what I think
your boy's doing right now?

I think he's toasting one hell
of a piece of deception.

And what if he's not?
What if Roper
knows it was him?

Yeah, well, good luck to him.

'Cause there's
nothing we can do.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

Oh, my God.

Oh, no.

Gordon?

(GORDON MOANS)

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, Gordon.

Oh.
I'm okay.

Just a blow to the head.

Just wait there, love, okay?
Just don't move.

(GROANS)

Yeah, ambulance
and police, please.

10 Cranston Avenue.

As quick as you can,
there's been a burglary.

It's okay,
someone's coming round,
they're coming.

They're on the way.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's okay,
someone's coming.
(GROANS)

I'm sorry. (VOICE CATCHES)

What's going on?

We're clearing out.

What happened here?

Some local issue.
Had to be dealt with.
Chief's orders.

He doesn't like
to leave traces.

What do you mean
"dealt with"?

Souvenir for you.

I think it's vintage.

ROPER: Andrew!

Get your stuff together.
Time to go.

So have you worked out
how the trick was done?

The arms were never here.

ROPER: Just enough
for the fireworks display,

a little amuse-bouche.

But the main course...
Never left Istanbul.

You knew British
enforcement were on to you.

So you changed
the method of delivery.

Left them on the boat.

Now the Yanks
have pulled out,

Limpet is dead and buried.

(HORN HONKS)

So Corky was my Judas.

Who'd have thought it?

(BLEATING)

Come on,
get them out of here.

Mr. Hamid, please.

Richard Onslow Roper.
He will take my call.

Freddie? It's Dickey.

I am on my way with
my business associate.

See you soon.

Who was that?

Pal of mine.

From Cairo.

Where are we staying?

Freddie's putting us
up in one of his places.

Best in Cairo
is what I hear.

Cheer up, darling.

(IN FOLKSY ACCENT)
We're on 'oliday.

Time for a snooze
amongst the pharaohs.

Downstairs for
drinks later?

Fabulous.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)