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The police investigation
continues

at Trent Hamilton Agricultural College
in Shropshire,

after one of its students was arrested
for membership of the IRA.

The authorities are concerned
that Kevin Barry, 22, from County Tyrone,

may have been part of a wider IRA cell
operating in the area.

Just drive on through, sir.

There's a trick that spies use.

He told me they learn it
on their first day of training.

If you want to make
an instant connection with someone,

look into their eyes,

just long enough
to register their eye color.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Uh… I'm here about the job.

-Yeah. Come in.
-Thanks.

He said it works every time.

He learned how to hide in plain sight.

How to read people.

Thank you!

Thank you so much!

Are you sure I can't buy you a drink?

I don't drink.

Uh…

He learned how to recruit
the right people.

Listen, Ian.

There is something
I've been meaning to talk to you about.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

You and your friends.

Uh…

Not here, though.

How to persuade them.

You're a spy?

I… I'm an officer
in the British security services.

The IRA cell have been installed
here at Trent Hamilton for over a year.

They are posing as students.

Stealing fertilizer to create bombs.

As you know,

one of them was recently caught
back in Ireland,

trying to blow up a police station.

And the others are still here,
on active service.

Bloody hell.

Can't believe this is happening.

But…

Sorry.

What can we do about it?

Plenty.

Get close to them in ways that I can't.

Find out things
that could really help our investigation.

No.

I'm sorry, no.

Sophie.

Sit down.

Sit.

If you help me do my job,

it will save lives.

I promise you that.

Men.

Women.

Children.

Just read…

-Hey.
-Hey.

-Hey.
-How you doing?

- Grand. You?
- Good.

He said
that espionage is storytelling.

Sláinte!

And everyone has a story
they want to be told.

Never heard of it.

Tonight is the night.

Tonight, we put into practice
everything I have taught you.

over the last three months.

And remember, this is not a test.

There is no room for failure.

Okay?

Sophie, Mae.

What's your role?

To clear the house.

Get everyone out.

-But there's a moment you have to act.
-Well, listen!

-And that is the moment of maximum risk.
-On that note, I have an announcement.

So I think we should all go
across the road to the Swan,

where I'll buy everyone a round.

Yes!

And that's an offer
we can't refuse. Let's go!

Let's go!

Come on!

In that world, duplicity is a necessity.

Niall, I'm gonna use your toilet.

-Go in the pub.
-Mate, I'm bursting.

-I'll follow you over in a sec.
-Fine. It's upstairs.

-Cool. Ready?
-We ready?

-Let's go, guys!
-Let's go.

- I left my jacket here.
- You're paranoid.

I don't like that, there's no surprise.

-Then I can surprise you.
-Surprise me!

-Nah, I'm not doing that.
-Oh, yeah!

Can you get me a pint of water?

But the greater the ruse,
the bigger the risk.

Oh shit. I forgot my wallet.

-Doesn't matter. I'm buying.
-I'll just be a minute.

-You can just get it later.
-It's fine, honestly.

Oh, come on.

See you.

You didn't take a shit, did you?

Yeah, there was nothing there.

Thank you.

-Cheers, everyone.
-Cheers.

His world was thrilling and mysterious.

But it came at a cost.

Sophie.

Sophie.

Sophie, get up. Get up!

-What?
-We've been compromised.

We're extracting. You need to get up.

-What?
-They know about us.

About you. Okay? They know.

-Sophie---No!

You do not have a choice.

They could be here any second.
Get up. Come on.

A cost to him…

and to others.

-What happens now?
-I don't know.

- You don't know?
- I don't know.

I never had an agent compromised before.

But I promise you, I will protect you.

I will keep you safe.

Anyone who entered that world
left behind the lives they had before.

People they once were.

That was the price they had to pay.

So you have it?

And what does it say?

Perfect.

Oh, yeah. Usual place.

No, she's a beautiful car.

Beautiful. She won't let you down.
She's simple, elegant.

-You've made the right decision.
-Mmm.

Believe me.
It's a whole new world.

Thank you.

So, Andrew, where is she?

You know what the trains are like.

- Come on.
- She travels by train?

Alice, welcome.

Nice of you to join us.

There's been a development.

An email chain
between senior managers at the bank

proving they did indeed
verbally agree with you

to waive the security over the assets.

An agreement
that they not only failed to disclose,

but it now seems,
have actively tried to cover up,

which is potentially criminal
on their part.

Certainly, it blows their case
out of the water.

How did we…

Aaah!

I rather feel a celebration is in order.

I must say, Alice, I'm most impressed.

Thank you.

And you're also not a bad lawyer.

I'm joking! I'm joking!

Sam! More drinks.

- Another bottle of Bollinger.
- Are you okay?

Hi there.

I saw you walking past this morning.

In fact, I see you most mornings.

Oh, fuck off, mate.

Oh God.

Hi.

-Hi.
-Look.

I wanted to apologize for last night.

-I was rude.
-No, no, it was, uh… it was my fault.

You must get completely fed up with men
coming up and talking to you all the time.

I apologize. It won't happen again.

Okay.

Well,

good.

On a scale of one to ten,
how hungover are you?

Fourteen.

And you're gonna get the Tube
on a hot summer's day like today?

-Hey, I'll give you a lift.
-What?

I'll tell the manager
you want a test drive.

No, no, I-- I really don't think that--

I'll put the roof down.

If you wanna puke,
you can just do it over the side.

Preferably on a cyclist.

Take the BMW.

Thanks.

My card.

In case you wanna buy a car.

Or have dinner.

Robert Hansen.

Look, um…

I'm not trying to be an arsehole here,
but I should put my cards on the table.

I, uh… I don't usually--

You don't usually date guys
who sell cars for a living.

Have you had bad experiences
with car salesmen before?

Okay.

Well, top marks for persistence.

Tomorrow night works for me.

-Pick you up at eight?
-You don't know where I live.

A couple of doors down from the showroom.

You own a blue Mercedes.

It's not a bad car, that.

See you, tomorrow, Alice.

Prick.

It's really a question
of loan-to-value ratio

and whether we can roll
the wider assets into the case.

In my view, because the holding company
is named in the contract, we can.

If anybody disagrees, I'm all ears.

Alice?

We good?

Yeah.

All right. You know what to do.

Don't think so, mate.

Fuckin' idiot.

- Yeah?
- I'm so sorry about last night.

Okay, well, you don't get
a second chance, I'm afraid.

-Don't contact me again.
-My dad was taken to hospital.

Your dad?

That's why I couldn't call.

I was by his bedside all night.
They don't allow phones.

I'm-- I'm so sorry, I really am.

Is he okay?

Uh…

Yeah, yeah, I think so.

Uh, it was a bit of difficult evening,
to be honest.

Oh.

Okay.

Listen, I'm, uh… I'm outside.

You're outside?

Yeah, yeah

Can I come in?

No, you can't come in.
I don't even know you.

Oh, yeah. Um… Of course. Well…

Well, look, can I leave this
by the doorstep?

It's a present I got you
to say sorry about last night.

Bollocks. Okay.

Mmm!

It's delicious. Thank you.

No, um… it was only really enough for one.

It was great.

Really great.

Uh, are you sure you won't have…

No, I don't drink.

Oh.

Did you stop or…

I just never really started.

Mmm.

So, do you like it?

It's…

it's unique, isn't it?

I like its eyes.

So, where are you from, originally?

Um…

Well, the north of England, and then, um…

Catterick, Aldershot, then Belfast.

Everywhere and nowhere, really.

My dad was in the military,
so we moved every two or three years.

That must have been difficult.

You sort of get used to it, I guess.

And you weren't tempted
by the military life yourself?

No, God no.

No, at the end of the day,

put on a uniform,
you gotta be prepared to…

pull the trigger and end someone's life.

-I just don't think I could do that.
-Really?

Yeah.

So you sell cars instead?

I sell luxury cars.

-Right. There's a difference, is there?
-Oh, a huge difference.

If someone wants a luxury car,
they're looking for an idea of themselves.

-They're searching for a dream.
-Hmm.

If you think about it,
it's actually quite moving.

Well, I've met plenty
of barroom philosophers,

but you're the first showroom philosopher.

What about you? Do you like what you do?

Mmm…

Um… "Like…"

is a pretty strong word.

So why do you do it?

Well, uh…

I mean…

it's… it's my job, you know?

Well, thank you for dinner.
That was really… really lovely.

Oh-- Yeah, yeah, well…

-Uh…
-And sorry again about last night.

No, it's-- it's fine, honestly.

Uh… uh…

Oh. Um…

Uh, I hope your dad recovers quickly.

Yeah. Thank you.

Um…

Oh, yeah.

Take care, Alice.

What the fuck?

The file on the latest
Jeremy Ascott litigation.

Hello.

What are you doing now?

What, now now?

I'm working.

I'd like to show you something.

-What?
-It's a surprise.

- Where are we going?
- Be patient.

- Is this it?
- So full of questions. Trust me!

-Two, please.
-All right. Ten pounds.

-Thank you.
-What is this?

-Thank you.
-Come on.

Come on.

-Uh--
-Oh.

-Thank you.
-Pleasure.

What is it?

It's called Longplayer.

These are Tibetan music bowls.

They're playing a composition
that lasts for 1,000 years

without ever repeating itself.

It's controlled by a computer,

and it never, ever stops.

The plan is…

to just let it keep playing
without stopping.

Maybe, hopefully, for a thousand years.

You are…

so fucking random.

Do you not like it?

I do like it.

I've never seen anything like it.

Listen to that.

Hey, come with me.

Okay.

-Seriously, come on.
-All right.

I love lighthouses.

Wow.

Yeah.

This lighthouse was here
way before any of those skyscrapers were,

and it'll probably be here
long after they're gone.

You think so?

Yeah. I hope so.

Sophie?

Okay.

Right, I'm really sorry. I gotta go.

Uh, it's my dad.

I'll call you tomorrow, okay?

-Great.
-Great.

Oh!

Just a standard check?

Credit histories, mortgages,

and spouses?

-Thank you.
-I'll be in touch.

Hello, Sophie.

Rob.

Supply run.

How's it going?

Oh, well, um…

I have the guest logs
for the last two weeks.

I can't find a pattern.

Nothing's standing out to me.

I'll get the analysts to take a look.

Well done.

Oh. I got you some, uh… some proper grub.

Spaghetti

and…

bolognese.

Thank you.

No credit history at all?

Nothing.
And no marriage certificate.

In terms of public records,
Robert Hansen is a ghost.

And what does that tell you?

Nothing good.

Okay. Thank you.

Ooh, I think this is us.

Great.

How was work? I didn't see you
when I passed this morning.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Um…

Work… Uh, yeah,
I guess I was on a-- on a test drive.

-Sell many cars?
-Two.

Not a bad day at the office.

How about you?

The usual.

How's your dad?

He's better, thank you. Yeah.

He, um… he came home, which is great.
Such a relief.

Yeah.

Everything all right?

Everything's great.

Give me a chip.

One. No more.

You're not sure about me.

What?

You have reservations.

Questions.

I had you checked out.

You did what?

You know I'm a litigation solicitor.

We have people
who do client checks for us.

Credit history. That sort of thing.

Sorry, you put
a private investigator onto me?

Yes, I did.

And as far as he can see, you don't exist.

-Right.
-Yeah.

-Impressive.
-Yeah, isn't it?

Well…

technically,

that's right.

I don't exist.

Or rather, the name that
you have been searching for doesn't exist.

Alice, Robert Hansen is an alias.

My real name is Robert Freegard.

-Alice, wait.
-Get the fuck off me.

Wait. Jesus, give me a second.

-You're married, aren't you?
-No, I'm not married.

Alice, please.

I am an officer
in the British security services.

MI5.

-You work in a car showroom.
-That's my cover right now.

- I can't tell you any more than that.
- What? Come on.

No, I'm sorry, no. Bullshit.

-It's the truth.
-Well, then, who's Sophie?

How do you know about her?

She rang your phone
when you were in the shower.

She works with me.

I supervise her on a job.

She's undercover as well, like me, okay?
We're on the same investigation.

Alice, listen, I know this is a shock,
but it's the truth.

I-- I just…

A spy?

No. You-- you told me…
You said that you could never kill anyone.

I don't think I could.

I-- I never have, either.

-Do you have a gun?
-No, it's not like the movies.

Listen, now that I've told you all this,
I have to let my superiors know, okay?

Means you're gonna be vetted.

Vetted?

It just means they're gonna do
some basic inquiries into your life.

It's a pain in the arse,
but it won't take long.

All long-term partners have to be vetted.

- Where did you get this?

Borrowed it from the showroom.

They lease it to men
who are trying to impress beautiful women.

Oh my God.

It's true.

What are you doing?

Right.

-Your turn.
-What?

-No. Oh, no.
-What?

You can't drive?

-I-- I can drive.
-Well, then.

- Really?
- Really.

- Come on.
- All right, fine.

Shit!

Oh my God.

This is insane.

-Aah!
-What am I doing?

-You have to teach me.
-I'll teach you.

-How does it feel?
-Good.

-Nervous?
-Yes.

You can go a bit faster.

-We're already at 70.
-Yeah, exactly. Put your foot down.

Go on, put your foot down.

-Okay.
-Go on.

Oh, shit!

Come on!

-Oh my God!
-Whoo!

Yeah! The car's made to go fast.

- Oh my God!

Go for it!

-Go on! Go on!
-Oh my God!

Oh my God!

Look at this place!

It's ours for the weekend.

- Not bad, eh?
- I love it.

It's amazing.

You're amazing.

Whoo!

-Whoo!
-Whoo!

Wow.

You're so distracting.

How can you possibly be working?
Look at this place.

I'm starting to fall behind

because someone
won't stop texting me in the office.

- Oh.
- Mmm.

Stop it.

Have you thought
about doing anything else?

What do you mean?

I mean, if you weren't a lawyer,
what would you be?

I dunno. Um…

My own boss, ideally.

- Oh, like an entrepreneur?
- It's silly.

No, it's not.

What about kids?

Kids?

You wanna have kids?

Do you?

Yeah.

Five years' time, I wanna be running
my own business, with a kid.

Maybe two.

So you'd leave the service?

Mmm… Not straightaway.

But I think I've done my bit.

It's time for a change.

What kind of business?

Car leasing.

- Really?
- Yeah.

-Car leasing?
-Yeah, the rich don't buy cars anymore.

They do it on short-term rentals.

That way, when they get bored,
they can move on.

promise you, there is
a fortune to be made leasing cars.

-Look at you and all your plans.
-Mmm.

-Hey, a man has gotta have a plan.
-A man does.

-A man does.
-A man does.

God, you're so beautiful.

-Oh! Piss off!
-Mmm!

-Do you know what?
-No

- Goodbye!
- No!

So, Robert, you're a brave man

if you're willing to do battle
with our Alice on a daily basis.

Oh, hilarious.

I, uh… I think
I've got the measure of her.

So, how is the motor business these days?

You know, it couldn't be better.

It'll all end in tears.
You mark my words.

-Too much debt around.
-I don't know about that.

Make hay while the sun shines,
as they say.

Thank you.

And what are your plans
for the future?

-Mum!
-We're not asking him to marry you, Al.

We're just asking what his plans are.

- Dad!
- It's okay.

Uh, well, Madeleine, my plans are, um…

my plans are to make the most of things.

Right.

Actually, Alice and I are thinking
about starting a little business together.

Leasing cars.

What? No, Alice is a lawyer.
She's a bloody good one.

I'm not leaving my job, Dad.
It's just a side project.

Side project?

You're an entrepreneur, aren't you,
Richard? You can't blame us for trying.

Everyone always wants more
than what's in front of them, don't they?

You know, I don't think it is about
wanting more, at least not materially.

What is it about, then?

Oh, it's about…

Oh, it's about freedom.

Oh my God!

They hated me.

No, my mum liked you.

But, yeah, Dad hated you.

- Yeah. I talk too much.
- So does he.

- Two bloody stags in a clearing.
- Yeah.

My antlers are bigger than his, though.

Maybe he is right
about the business.

Maybe we should just stay in our lane, eh?

No!

We should do it.

We should.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Oh!

- Aah! Okay, we're doing it.
- Yeah. Don't listen to my dad.

-It's time to move on.
-Now?

Now.

-What about my stuff?
-Leave it.

Have we been compromised?

-I was so careful.
-No.

No, you, uh…

you got the place.

- On the field officer training program.
- What?

- You've been selected.
- What?

- Oh my God.
- Your days of being a freelancer are over.

Now, listen.
It doesn't start for a little while.

I'll find you
somewhere to stay until then.

It is happening.

Hey. Come on.

Sorry.

Congratulations, Sophie.

Nobody deserves this more than you.

Oh my God.

Come on. Let's go.

-I didn't wanna talk over the phone.
-Okay.

This guy you asked me
to check out, the ghost.

Oh, yeah. No, that's all been resolved.

Oh. Well, I managed to do
a little bit more digging.

Go on.

So, we know Robert Hansen
doesn't exist, not officially.

But I did find, in the court records,

a couple of minor judgments
against a Robert Hansen-Freegard.

Nothing serious, mind you, but, well,

I like to do a thorough job,
so I ran all the iterations.

Robert Hansen,

Robert Hansen-Freegard,
and Robert Freegard.

Court documents?

Sealed court documents, no less.

They're relating to someone
called Robert Freegard.

Date of birth, May 21st, 1967.

1991, he had a brush with the court.

Up in front of a judge, on the receiving
end of a non-molestation order.

A few years later,
he successfully had that set aside.

Or somebody did.

Wh-- what was it about?

The allegation was for stalking
and harassment of a young woman.

Julie Harper. Wouldn't leave her alone.
Made her life hell, it seems.

I couldn't find the girl,
but I managed to get a phone number

for a Bridget Harper,
who I'm pretty sure is her mother.

Anything else?

No.

No, thank you.

-How was work?
-Good. Good

Is everything okay?

Great.

Have you heard from my employers yet?

-Your employers?
-Yeah.

They haven't tried
to shit-test you, have they?

"Shit-test"?

Throw some crap at you.
Something unexpected.

See if it sticks.

It helps them draw up
a psych profile of you.

What do you mean, throw some crap?

Pfft. I don't know.
They can be pretty creative.

They don't always do it,
so, uh… forget I said anything.

No, um… I mean, what-- what kind of crap?

Um…

I don't know. Some bullshit about me.

Something to throw you off guard.
Test your loyalty to me.

Honestly,
they probably won't do it.

And even if they did,
I know that you would handle it perfectly,

so forget I said it.

Ready. Here we go.

-Try this.
-Mmm!

There was actually one more thing
I wanted to say to you.

-Yeah?
-Yeah. Um…

I love you.

Right, let's eat.

This is the best bolognese
that you have ever eaten.

I promise you that.

Mmm.

Uh

Okay, then. Shit-test me.

- Hello?
- Hello. Mrs. Harper?

That's right. How can I help you?

Hi, uh, my name's Alice Archer.

I'm sorry to bother you. Uh--

I need to talk to you
about someone your daughter used to know.

His name is Robert Freegard.

Mrs. Harper?

Hey, babe.

Ooh, you look incredible.

This is nice.

I was speaking to someone
that used to know you today.

She told me the most extraordinary story.

Oh?

Bridget Harper.

Mother of Julie Harper?

She told me that, years ago,
you and Julie had a whirlwind romance.

She borrowed 20 grand off her parents
to get married, but it never happened.

-I did tell you this was gonna happen.
-Oh, fuck off.

There was a court case. You harassed her.

-Are you telling me this is all made up?
-Not all of it, no.

Ahem…

Julie was my first girlfriend.

Thought I loved her.
Maybe I did. I don't know.

Uh… She drank, a lot.

At first, I excused it,
thought it was normal, but it wasn't.

She was, uh… she was an alcoholic. It was…

It was horrible. She's actually
the reason I gave up drinking.

Eventually, I persuaded her
to go into rehab.

We found a place.
It was private, expensive.

She borrowed the money off her parents,
but she never told them why she needed it.

Then the night before she was meant to go,
she just disappeared.

I guess she really didn't want
to give up drinking.

I tried to find her, of course I did.

And yeah.

Yeah, she complained to the police
to keep me away.

I went to court.

Judge threw it out
in about five minutes flat.

This came out in my clearance interviews
when I applied for the service.

That's why it's coming up.

They use this
when they do this kind of thing.

-But the woman I spoke to--
-Is Bridget, and, yes, she's real.

This is what she really thinks.
I can't change her mind. No one will.

Oh, and by the way, the person
who gave you all this information?

They're working for us.
I imagine, as a freelancer.

But why?

-I mean, why?
-To see if you'll trust me in a crisis.

Where are you going?

Uh, I'm gonna work out
if I wanna spend the rest of my life

with someone whose job has turned them
into a cynical, entitled bitch.

Hello?

Hello. Is this Alice Archer?

Yes.

I'm sorry to bother you, but I was given
your number earlier today

by Bridget Harper.

I'm calling
in relation to Robert Freegard.

Who is this?

My name is Paul Jones.

Robert Freegard has…

well, he has kidnapped
my daughter, Sophie.

I'm sorry, but you need to stop this now.

This is an infringement of my privacy
and that of my partner. This is obscene.

That's just before
she went to college.

Before it all happened.

And so she just disappeared?

Her, another girl,
and a young man called Ian Preston.

His people are from Burley Vale.

He came home, eventually.

Sophie didn't.

Obviously, we involved the police.

After a few days, she called.

She said that she was safe,

that they were doing something important,
and that they would be gone for some time.

The police lost interest after that.

So why do you say she was kidnapped?

Do you think
she was making the call under duress?

Not duress exactly. More like…

More like what?

He brainwashed her.

-Where are we?
-One last mission.

- But I thought--
- Hey.

No questions.

Of course I tried to find them.

I traced her credit card withdrawals
all over the country.

But I was always two steps behind.

I thought,
if only I could see her face-to-face,

I could jolt her out of this madness,

but I never could.

It was a phone call here, a letter there.

Never asking how we were.
Never saying she missed us.

-Just only ever asking for money.
-Money?

That's all she ever wanted.

In the end, she asked for her share
of the inheritance. She wanted it now.

Before we died.

And did you give her the money?

Yes.

I realize now
it was the wrong thing to do.

How much did you end up giving her?

About £300,000.

If there's any way
you could get him to lead you to her,

any way at all…

Ah… I mean, I…

I don't really…

- How?
- You're still close to him.

If you could keep it that way
a while longer,

maybe he could tell you where she is.

Find something out, anything.

I, uh-- I can't promise anything.

I've got so much to think about.

Thank you.

And…

I'm sorry.

Do you believe in God, Miss Archer?

And the devil?

I, uh… I don't really think about it.

Well, I do.

I believe that some people
have been put on this Earth

to be the agents of one or the other.

Robert Freegard is such an agent,

and he's not the Lord's.

Alice Archer.

Alice Archer.

Oh.

-Hey.
-Hi.

I called you at work today.
They said you were out.

I was.

Where were you?

I was at a meeting.

We need to talk.

I'm sorry.

What for?

Sorry I doubted you.

I had a choice.

To believe you, to put my faith in you,
or to let you down.

And I let you down.

It won't happen again.

I love you.

I'm here for you.

Always.

-Why are we doing this?
-It's need-to-know.

Oh God, I don't think I can.

You do not question me
in the middle of a mission.

Can't decide
whether to buy them or sue them.

What do we think? A takeover?

Or do we go to war with them?
Just crush them in litigation?

Alice? What course of action?

Um…

Sorry.

I pay a lot of money for your advice.

The very least I expect is your attention.

Of course.

Oh, you bastard.

You fucking bastard.

- Alice!

Miss Archer. DC Sonny Chandra,
Greater London Police.

Yeah. Come in.

We, uh checked with our colleagues
in security services.

He's not one of theirs. Never has been.

No, of course not.

-In terms of the money he's withdrawn--
-Stolen.

Well, on that point, because he was
a joint signatory on the business account,

it makes it a bit more complicated.

What do you mean?

We need to hear his side of the story
to establish if a crime's been committed.

You're not serious?

I'm sorry.

Try not to feel too bad.
This kind of thing happens all the time.

More often than you think.

He knew I knew. Then he moved first.

I'm a fucking idiot.

-You don't have to agree.
-Wh-- No,  no, I was…

Sorry, I was just…

- Mr. Freegard?
- Yes.

This is DC Sonny Chandra
with the Greater London Police.

I need to speak to you about alleged fraud
perpetrated against the bank accounts

of a Miss Alice Archer.

Is that what she told you?

Look,

we've had a couple of disagreements
about how to proceed with our business.

Uh, I've withdrawn a sum of money,
which I'm legally entitled to do,

in order to purchase a fleet of cars.

But I can assure you,
there is no fraud.

Would you be willing to attend
a police station to discuss it?

Yeah, of course.

Uh… I'm back in London on Wednesday.

-Say, four p.m.?
-Okay.

Yep, fine. It's the Notting Hill station.
Ask for me at the front desk. Chandra.

Great. I'll see you then.

I'm looking forward
to straightening this out.

What have I been training you for
all these years?

-To be a field officer.
-And what is the role of a field officer?

To blend in and survive
over a long time in any environment.

Inconspicuous, self-reliant, tough.

Stay in this postcode.

Someone will find you
and take you to the program.

-When?
-Will you ask that question in the field?

Well, consider yourself in the field.

This is in case I need to contact you.

There's no credit on it.
Incoming calls only.

If you put credit on
or try to make a call, you have failed.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Please leave a message after the tone.

You'll probably never hear this message,

but I want you to know
that you haven't broken me.

It's important that you know
that you haven't broken me.

-How are you?
-Good. Fine.

You look tired.

You know you should
never say that to a woman.

I'm saying it to an employee.

What are you getting at, Andrew?

I mean, look at yourself.

You're a mess.

Okay, look.

We think you should take some time off.
Couple of weeks.

-We?
-The partners.

-Really?
-Really.

Andrew, tell me straight.

Should I look for another job?

If you think you'd be happier
somewhere else,

yes, sure.

Alice?

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

Yeah. I'm truly sorry.

For everything.

For the lies. For taking the money.

Listen, I-- I know you think
it was all one big lie, but it wasn't.

I love you.

I think you are the only person
I've ever really loved.

In my whole life.

Only you.

I just…

I just want you to know that.

Goodbye, Alice.

The number you have dialed
has not been recognized--

Can I buy you a drink?

- Sorry, I'm not--
- Hear me out.

One minute of your time.
Not a second more.

So, I was just thinking--

You were just thinking…

You were just thinking…

"She's hot.

-Yeah.
-"Definitely hot."

"She looks to be at least 30, though,

which means she's probably
one of those working women

that's starting to get
just a teensy bit desperate."

No, I was--

"She's just been sittin' here,
drinkin' alone,

which means she's probably upset."

"Maybe about a man."

"Which means she might be in the market
for an anger fuck."

Or a revenge fuck."

-"Or maybe just a plain old sad fuck."
-Listen, I wasn't gonna--

"But if I do get lucky and fuck her.

oh, I'd better make sure
not to leave any contact details

'cause this is the last kind of girl
I want trackin' me down in the mornin'."

"That would be an absolute train wreck."

Is that what you were "just thinkin'"?

Fucking…

Fucking bastard.

Fucking bastard!

Fucking bastard.

I need you to help me find him.

-Alice, I don't think that's a good idea.
-I need you to help me, Phil.

Going after this guy is not the answer.

-The money's long gone.
-It's not about the money anymore.

Well, then, what is it about?

Revenge? I mean,
that's not gonna happen, Alice.

He's still in here.

In my head.

And he won't get out
until I look him in the eye one last time.

Okay, listen.

I was a copper for 18 years.

When you're doing that job,
you deal with three types of people.

Mad, sad, and bad.

"Mad" are people
with everyday mental health problems.

They get in trouble without wan

"Sad" are people who've had shit lives.
It's obvious why they end up criminals.

Those two are your vast majority
of perpetrators, but…

"bad" is a different story.

Sociopaths, psychopaths,
fantasists, manipulators.

They spend their entire lives
destroying other people.

They're smart,
they're always one step ahead,

and they all have one thing in common.

What's that?

They can't change.

They do what they do again,
and again, and again,

and they never, ever stop.

The only thing you can do is try
to stay as far away from them as possible.

The last thing you wanna do
is ever see him again.

Try to find a way
to put things back together.

-Loads of firms need people like you.
-No, that's all over now. I'm done.

Phil.

Alice.

Would it surprise you
if I don't take your advice?

Course it bloody wouldn't.

But for God's sake,

be careful.

You're not gonna get better
than nine grand.

You can-- Daniel will attest to it.

-Right-oh.
-Mmm.

Right-oh. So…

-Wanna take a test drive?
-Yeah.

-Hi.
-Hello.

Any idea what you're looking for?

-Ian Preston?
-Yes.

Hi. I'm Alice Archer.

I need to talk to you
about Robert Freegard.

For two years,
we lived on the run from the IRA.

We used fake names,
always moving from one place to the next.

He told us the IRA wanted to kill us
to make an example of us.

He said if we ever went home
to our families, we'd put them in danger.

As time went on, he told us
we were candidates for a special program.

A program?

A recruitment program to join MI5.

To make us officers like him.

But to qualify,
we'd have to pass these tests.

What kind of tests?

Spy stuff.

Delivering an envelope somewhere.
Following someone in the street.

To prove you were good enough.

And how long did all this go on for?

For me, it was…

four years.

I know it sounds ridiculous,

but he just has this way
of making you believe…

you know, anything.

It doesn't sound ridiculous to me.

He told me something once.

It was a… a throwaway thing,
but I never forgot it.

He said everybody's got a story
that they wanna be told.

What was your story?

Well, look around you.

I'm a farm boy.

A simple life. Boring, mostly.

He gave me the opposite of boring.

What was the story you wanted to hear?

That I could be free.

Ian, can I ask you,

how did you get away?

Um…

Well, I-- I didn't.

Mmm…

Yeah, one day, I woke up,
and-- and they were just gone.

Yeah, I-- I didn't leave Freegard. Um…

He left me.

Him and Sophie and Mae
were-- were just gone.

Mae?

Yeah, Mae Hansen.
Yeah, she was with us for years.

Hansen?

Kidnapping?
He hasn't kidnapped anyone!

In 1993, he takes three students
from Trent Hamilton University.

Two of them, young women,
haven't been seen since.

-They got in touch with their families.
-To ask for money.

Sonny, for fuck's sake.

Okay, look.

All right. This is the legal definition
of kidnapping. Read it. Come on. Read it.

I know what the legal definition is.
This is ridiculous.

"Kidnapping is the taking of one person
or another by force or fraud."

Fraud is what he's doing.
This is a common-law indictable offense.

-We can make this stick.
-We? Are you a CPS lawyer now?

No, but I'm more of a lawyer than you are.

I'm sorry.

Sometimes I get a bit carried away.

Yeah, you don't say, yeah.

You say he's been using
Mae Hansen's name?

Sometimes he uses Robert Hansen.

Sometimes Robert Hansen-Freegard.
Sometimes just Robert Freegard.

Well, why would he do that?

Use her name in particular?

Okay, I'm gonna run Mae Hansen
through the PNC.

If she ever contacted emergency services,
there'll be an address.

It's not much, but it's worth a try.

But I'm warning you, the chances
of this going anywhere are…well…

Thank you.

Have you always lived here alone?

Mmm--

I still haven't been down the aisle,
if that's what you mean.

You?

Yes, unfortunately.

Wasn't pretty.

Sorry.

What did you do in America?

Um… I was an academic, in psychology.

-Psychology?
-Yeah.

So you better be careful.

I can read you from a mile off.

Oh, I will.

So go on, then. Hmm?

What's your secret?

-My secret?
-Yeah.

A guy like you. Lives all alone.

Doesn't talk much about his past.

Makes a mean spaghetti bolognese.

What are you hiding?

- Wow, you are good.
- I am!

Phew. Uh…

Well, Jenny…

I had been meaning to--
to tell you something.

Uh… it's about my job.

I'm not really a car salesman.

Mm. I love this place.

Yeah, me too.

Have you ever considered
doing something completely different?

What do you mean?

I mean, like a new career.

Like what?

Well, this is gonna sound
completely crazy…

Go on.

Uh…

Well, there's a recruitment round
coming up.

At work.

For intelligence analysts.

What?

Oh my God.

What? You think I should become a spy?

No, you wouldn't be a field officer,
you'd be an analyst.

You have a background in psychology.

You can read people,
work out their motivations.

I-- I think you'd be really,
really good at it.

-But I'm American.
-We recruit NATO allies all the time.

Robert,
I gotta tell you something.

Oh, God. Um, okay, here goes.

Um… I am actually on a…

pretty intense cocktail
of antidepressants.

Since my divorce.

So…

So? I don't see why
that would be a problem.

- And a mushy pea?
- Gross.

-Really?
-Yeah!

Listen, Jenny, uh…

-If you are gonna take this job…
-Mmm?

There are a couple of things
we need to discuss.

You mentioned you had
a lot of student debt?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

It might turn out
to be a bit of a problem.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Everyone who goes to college
in the States is in debt.

Yeah, I know.

In this country, uh, the security services
see large debts owed by members of staff

as a potential liability.

Yeah, like a blackmail risk.

-Really? Are you kidding me?
-No.

I know. It's ridiculous.

They're just--
they're just so set in their ways.

It's-- it's absurd.

How much is it, your student debt?

Shit, I mean,
last time I checked, about…

$80,000.

-Yeah. Wow.
-Yeah, that's America.

Um…

And you have, uh…
you have no way of paying it back?

I mean, let me check my pockets.

No.

Shit.

Um…

Well, listen,
if it really is a problem, I…

I guess I could ask my folks.

I mean…

maybe I could ask them.

Do you really think
this could be her?

Date of birth matches.

Thank you for bringing me along.

You just let me
take the lead, okay?

Mae Hansen?

Yes.

Did you attend Trent Hamilton University
with Ian Preston and Sophie Jones?

-Yes.
-I'm Detective Constable Chandra.

We're here about Robert Freegard.

-Or Hansen-Freegard, as he's also known.
-He's not here at the moment.

May we come in?

Oh, Jim!
Oh, the chickens are coming in the boat!

Thank you.

Depends. I'm going to the forest.

Please, Jim!

Who are these children?

They're our girls.

Mine and Rob's.

How often do you see him?

He comes and goes.

His work is very important.

But he looks after you?

You and the children?

Look, Mae.

Are you okay?

Can we help you?

If you ask for help, I can help you.

He said this would happen.

What?

He said you would come
and try to test me to see if I was loyal.

No, Mae.

This isn't a test.

-Unless you've something else to say, go.
-He's in danger.

What?

Rob may be in danger
because of the important work he does,

and we need to find him
because we need to warn him.

That's all I can say.

You understand? It's national security.

Now, do you know of anything
that can help us find him?

-An address, a-- a phone number, anything.
-Listen.

-I think we should--
-Mae, we need to find him.

We need to warn him.

Please.

There's a notebook.

In his sock drawer.
It has phone numbers in it.

I can't believe it you did that.
I could be fired.

It's just mobile phone numbers.
Line after line of them.

-Must be hundreds.
-It doesn't prove anything.

Doesn't prove anything? Are you serious?

-This could be how we track him down!
-Then what?

-Come on!
-I'm serious. Where's the crime?

Go on, you're the lawyer. Where?

And even if we did get all this to court,
what will a jury make of Mae Hansen?

-She's the mother of his children!
-Don't you see?

He never ever stops.

He goes on and on,
destroying people's lives,

until somebody stops him.

Look, I'm sorry, all right?
That must have been…

That must have been hard,
seeing the kids and that…

It's not enough.

None of this is enough.

Mum! You don't listen!

The number you have dialed
has not been recognized.

Please check and--

It is a bit strange
they still haven't called.

It's a lot of money, Robert.

Takes time.

Look, I don't have to apply for this job
this time round.

I can wait.

I mean, to be honest…

I'm not even really sure I should apply.

I don't think you realize
that there won't be a next time.

Oh…

Robert, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?

-You don't need those things.
-Those are my meds! I need my meds!

No, we're gonna get you off them,
starting today.

Those aren't drugs
you can quit, cold turkey.

-I can't do that.
-Yes, you can. You can.

Yes, you can. I'm right here, okay?

I'm right here. I'm not gonna let
anything bad happen to you.

I promise you, Jenny.

This is a good thing, okay?

It's a good thing. It's a good thing.

Hey.

-Out all night again?
-Piss off.

-You were right.
-What?

He never stops.

Can you come with me?

Where are we going?

To the American embassy.

Give me ten minutes.

Five.

Thank you for coming, Miss Archer.
Special Agent Harland.

Please, follow me.

Have a seat.

So,

I understand that you have
some experience of this guy.

What's all this about?

The FBI is concerned about the whereabouts
of an American citizen.

Jenny Jackson.

She's been here in the UK
for three months.

Usually, she calls her parents
several times a week,

but about three weeks ago,

she darn near fell off
the face of the Earth.

Then a couple of days ago,

she called her parents in Connecticut

and asked them for $80,000.

She said she needed to clear
her student debt in preparation for a job

that her boyfriend was providing for her.

The boyfriend goes by the name
of Robert Freegard.

Did you get
comms surveillance up on him?

We never got that far.

I have a notebook.

It's just numbers.
All his-- his burner phones.

I've called about half of them,
but they're all disconnected.

Can you show 'em to me?

-What?
-Agent Harland.

I don't want your people
calling those numbers.

Excuse me?

If we get through to Robert or Jenny

or any of his victims,
they could really screw this up.

We have just one shot at this. Just one.

My agents are trained investigators.
Negotiators.

But they don't know
Robert Freegard like I do.

-Let me make the calls.
-I can get a court order.

Actually, you'd need
an evidential retrieval order.

That's usually a High Court matter.

I see what you mean.

You make the calls. I listen in.

We work together.

Deal.

The number you have dialed
has not been recognized.

Please check and dial again.

The number you have dialed
has not been recognized.

Please check and dial again.

-Hey.
-The number you have dialed…

Yeah, get me purchase points
on every handset on this list.

Put 'em all on a map. Plot 'em out.

Get 'em right to me. Thanks.

-They going through on your end?
-All good.

Perfect.

Hello?

Rob? Hello?

Sophie?

Let me call you back.

Who's this?

Sophie…

Um… My name's Alice.

I'm a-- I'm a colleague of Rob's.
I work with him.

Where is Rob?

I can't discuss that on the phone, Sophie.

Listen. We're ready to bring you in.

Oh…

Have-- have I passed?

That-- that's right, Sophie. You have.

You've passed.

Rob said it would be him
that brought me in.

He's on a mission.
You'll see him very soon.

Okay.

Sophie, where are you?

What's your location?

Um…

Mom,

if you could send the money,

it will really help
with this new opportunity.

This means a lot to me,

and everything will go smoothly
once the debt has been cleared.

Mom?

I really need you
to send this money, okay? Please.

-I'm really not feeling very well, Robert.
-Sh.

Can you help me?

Okay, listen. This is important.

When we get to her,
we can't tell her the truth.

Wait. What?

If we want to find Jenny,
we can't tell Sophie Jones the truth.

- Not yet.
- Why not?

Because it would destroy her.

Robert.

I…

I need my meds.

Hello, Sophie.

I'm Alice.

Those are my colleagues.

Are you ready to go?

Sophie…

You've done so well.

Oh… It's okay.

It's okay.

Now, then…

There you are.

You can puke there all you want.

As part of your training with Rob,

you stayed in a lot of safe houses, yes?

Yeah, dozens.

And did any of them stand out to you?

What do you mean?

Do any of them feel different?

Like, maybe somewhere
that felt more like home.

Um…

Well, there-- there was one place I…

-I had to wear a blindfold on the way.
-Yeah, yeah. Exactly like that.

And do you remember,
even roughly, where it was?

Well, um…

Rob taught me that if…
if you're deprived of one of your senses,

you can learn what you need
to know from the others, so, um…

we came sou-- south out of Cambridge,

um, and then when we came off the M11,
that's when I put the blindfold on.

Um…

So, we went straight
for about ten minutes.

I counted the seconds. And then…

we turned left, up into the hills,
for about 30 minutes.

It fits.

There's a cluster of handsets that
were purchased right by Saffron Walden.

Well done, Sophie.

Well done.

So I would keep to the right…

I'm really sorry. I just…

-I can't remember exactly where.
-It's fine. Really.

You're doing great.

Hello? Jenny, honey, is that you?

Rob? Is this Rob?

Yes.

Can I speak to Jenny, please?

No, not right now. She's taking a bath.

Okay, look. We've transferred the money.
It-- it's all there.

Right.

-Can you tell her that, please?
-I'll let her know.

Thank you.

Well-- Rob, please, uh, tell me.
Is she okay?

Yeah, she's fine.

Uh…

-Okay--
-Talk soon, okay?

Wh--

It's gettin' dark.
We should come back tomorrow.

No.

Let's keep going.

Okay.

Jenny.

Jenny, I've got some good news.

Your folks have sent the money.

How great is that?

Hey, listen.

Uh, I think there might be
some of your medicine in the car.

I'll go and check, shall I?

Jenny.

Jenny, everything's gonna be okay now.

Alice.

You have to stop at some point, Robert.

This can't go on forever.

You're not alone.

-Come with me.
-What?

You didn't come here
'cause you wanted to catch me.

You came because you wanted to see
if what I said on the phone was true.

If you're the only person
I've ever really loved.

Well, Alice, it is true.

You know it's true. You're the only one.

Alice, look at me.

Look at me, Alice.

I think you're my last chance, Alice.

I can change. I can.

Come on. There's a life for us.

Me and you. Let's get out of here.

Just fuck it.
Let's get in the car. The keys are there.

Come on.

You run, they'll catch you.

No, they won't.

They won't.

Come on. Let's go.

Alice, this is it, okay?
It's now or never.

Alice, please.

- Alice?
- Fuck's sake.

Alice!

Sophie.

- Thanks.
- Right.

Right, we're taking the suspect
back now, sir…

She's gonna be okay.

Physically, anyway.

Oh!

I'm so happy you're safe.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Anyone entering that world
left behind the lives they had before.

The people they once were.

That was the price they had to pay.

And many of us in this room
have paid dearly.

He promised us freedom,
but actually, he took it away.

But we're standing here
as proof that there is a way out.

From now on,
we get to tell our own stories.

That's real freedom.

Thank you, Miss Archer.

And I also understand you're no longer
a practicing lawyer. Is that correct?

I'm a company director.

My company leases luxury cars
to corporate clients.

-Oh, we're closing in ten minutes.
-That's okay.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Sorry.

I've gotta ask.

Some of the screws are saying
that you're not really a lag.

They're saying you're MI5 or somethin'.

You're investigating the Bailey gang
down on the ones.

I can't talk about that.
And neither should you.

-That kind of talk could get me killed.
-Yeah, course.

Your secret's safe with me.

Now, if… if there's anything you need,
you just ask.

Yeah.

You all right?

You know, it goes on forever.

Never stops.

We'll see.