All language subtitles for MI-5 S05E05 The Message.NonHI.en.BBC

My problem is grief,
ordinary common grief.

What right do you have to make
judgements on my personal life?

Your own isn't exactly
a shining example, is it?

It isn't your fault,
Harry. About Ros.

I'd love to have
dinner... together.

- Are you in love with Ruth?
- Ruth has many wonderful qualities.

Don't let this opportunity
pass you by, Harry.

Have you got any change?
It's not taking notes.

Hang on.

Um... no, nearly.
Not, not quite.

- That'll do.
- No, no. I've got some more somewhere...

- Don't worry.
- No, no, here we are, excuse me.

Hello?

Excuse me, your change?

Harry?

- There's nothing on it.
- Sure? It feels like a classic drop.

That's the trouble with spies, always
looking for meaning in everything.

- Are you OK?
- Yes.

Are you certain?

It's silly... It's just
a stranger, but...

I just can't quite get the
image out of my mind.

It all happened so quickly...

Oh, God. Sorry.

Sweet tea. That's what you need.

There was something
in his manner.

- Tea bags?
- Um, second shelf down.

His face was, um... I
wish I could describe it.

It's like he was trying
to tell me something.

He was about to kill himself. I'm not sure
how much you could read from his face.

Yeah, I know.

And your imagination, especially after
a shock like that, it could play tricks.

Promise me you'll
take the morning off.

How very English. Sweet tea.

Yes?

Yes.

I've got to go.
I'm late already.

Look, I'll be fine.

Ladies and gentlemen,
due to an earlier accident

this station is now closed...

Harry!

Well, I expect the home secretary
will want this to be handled discreetly.

- Do we know any more?
- The formal ID hasn't been done...

- Informally?
- Yes, it's him.

Oh, Christ!

Sorry. Sorry. Shit. Shit.

- I'll get some locks for the doors.
- It's OK.

It's unprofessional.
I should've knocked.

You were up in the night again.

I am a person, you
know, you could talk to me.

It's just the odd nightmare.

I could help.

Couldn't I, maybe?

- It's got to be worth a try.
- Sorry, I'm running late.

Alternatively, we could put you
in a straitjacket and lock the door.

I'll keep the mad
ravings to myself.

See you later, mate.

Still think it's a
depressive coincidence?

I see you're doing what
you were told, taking it easy.

I've asked around, Harry.

He's Mik Maudsley, head of
security for South East Prisons.

Wife, family,
everything to live for.

Nothing to suggest he
was depressed or suicidal.

Oh, apart from this - he was at
Cotterdam the night of the fire.

- Cotterdam?
- Yeah, seems so, but...

no mention of it in the
Special Branch report.

That's not due out
until later today.

I managed to get
a sneak preview.

It's a cover-up, Harry.
It's 360 pages of fiction.

It concludes the
fire was an accident.

- Cotterdam an accident?
- Exactly.

Maudsley's suicide the day the
report's out? It can't be a coincidence.

What would be gained by Special
Branch concealing the truth?

Depends what the truth is.

Now, moving onto item...

Harry.

Good of you to join us.

Before we start, a
question for you, Oliver.

- What happened at Cotterdam?
- Cotterdam?

Before you point me to
the Special Branch report.

- I have a copy. I read it.
- It's not even published yet.

- It tells me nothing.
- An accident

Accidents do happen.

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

It's a whitewash, Oliver, and I would
like to know why the truth is being buried.

There is no burial of anything.

- That is a serious accusation, Harry.
- Maudsley.

- What?
- Mik Maudsley.

Is that supposed
to mean something?

The man who was head of
security for South East Prisons.

He threw himself under
a train this morning.

- Well, that is unfortunate.
- I'll say.

Sorry you have so little
faith in your colleagues.

No one wants this in the press,
so Special Branch were told

to lance the boil at source.

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

I thought not.

Shame. Well, then, gentlemen?

Shall we move on?

Page four.

- Harry...
- You're normally the first to stick

- your neck out over this sort of thing.
- I do, I have.

But not this time, it seems.

I choose my battles.

If we start saying what we're told,
we become an instrument of the state.

- Look at Hutton!
- Yes, but Cotterdam, Harry?

Cotterdam is unimportant.

Seven terror suspects died.

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

And the intelligence lost?

Oh, we pick ourselves
up and we go on.

My advice...

Save your energy for
other terrors on the horizon.

Adam. Cotterdam Prison. I want to go
back over everything concerning the fire.

Aren't Special
Branch doing that?

They've done nothing more
than write what they were told to.

I think those terrorists were murdered
and someone's protecting their killers.

We could be sleepwalking into
vigilantism. Get everyone assembled.

Ruth, have you told anyone
what you witnessed this morning?

- No.
- Or logged a report, as I asked?

- Not yet.
- Good.

- What do you mean?
- Anything on the money?

- Malcolm's still looking at it. Why?
- We'll call it an uncomfortable feeling.

Do nothing.

Cotterdam Prison. This
was filmed two weeks ago,

when a fire all but
destroyed the building.

All 240 inmates were evacuated
except seven. These seven died in the fire.

All were members of the extremist group
Acts of Truth and were planning an attack.

Examples of their handiwork.

Bombs without warnings.

Maximum fatalities.

Which we were keen
to avoid on UK soil.

But the fire intervened and all
our intelligence died with them.

Special Branch have completed
their investigation, but their report

reads like a cover-up. Someone
knows why these men lost their lives

- and hasn't come clean.
- And then there is Maudsley.

Mik Maudsley. Head of
security for South East Prisons.

Now he was in Cotterdam
the night of the fire,

and threw himself in
front of a train this morning.

If the men were murdered,
Maudsley may be the only man

who knew by who.

We need to find out who visited
the prison on the day of the fire.

Their computer firewall means we can't
hack in, we have to do this one on site.

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

Our presence in Cotterdam is extremely
sensitive. You'll need to be careful.

So, you agree with me
now? About the drop.

No. I'm undecided either way. If
there was, and it was targeted at you,

I don't want to leave an official
trail, until we know what it was.

- OK. Even Adam?
- You can tell Adam.

- I don't have to.
- It's up to you.

I'm not saying keep things
from members of the team, just...

- Don't tell anyone.
- Yes. I mean, no.

- Not until we know what it is.
- Exactly.

Maudsley was being paid by someone.
Six months ago he was bankrupt.

He's had all his debts paid. He
died with a healthy bank balance.

No mention of it in the
Special Branch report either?

No.

- Sorry, am I...?
- No.

Hi.

Nothing on it, sorry.

Oh. Are you sure?

I've scoured it, put it through a
scanner. There's nothing at all.

It's just an ordinary tenner.

There's no other
tests you can run?

Well, I could blow it up
if you like, set light to it?

No, it's OK, thanks.

I still don't understand how
it links to our investigation.

- Just routine.
- Oh, OK.

I need another favour
from you, actually.

Have you still got your
contact at the mortuary?

What were you trying to tell me?

What am I supposed to notice?

Angela Webster, prison IT inspectorate,
and my assistant, Steven Bhan.

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

There's nothing in the book.

Well, we don't actually make
appointments for spot inspections.

But Steven did ring ahead to tell you
that we would be in the area this week.

- Sorry, I might not have...
- Oh, for God's sake, Steven.

Just call the governor's office
and get this thing cleared up.

- Hello, governor's office.
- I've got a Miss Webster here.

Apparently she's from
the IT inspectorate.

Oh, God, not now.

All right, have her sent up.

But keep her sweet.

If you could place mobile
phones, camera equipment

- and bags in the chute, please.
- Thank you.

We want to ensure you've
backed up all your records

- for the last five years.
- Of course.

We back up the information
store and all the network drives

daily on the DATs and you
can see in the job monitor here...

that there are alerts set
up if anything goes wrong.

Tapes are kept off site and
rotated on a weekly basis.

Angela, are you all right?

It's stuffy in
here... My asthma.

- You OK? Is there anything I can do?
- My inhaler's in my bag.

Can you get her bag?

- I shouldn't really...
- I need to stay with her.

OK.

Breathe slowly.

OK, Jo, he's gone.

The tracker's in my bag. Let
us know when it's on the move.

Will do.

Wow, the level of paranoia these
days... He's locked it! We need a code.

It's the same system
as the civil service.

Put in CR and three asterisks.

How many two-letter
combinations are there?

HM, try that.

DA.

- What was that?
- Governor's initials.

OK, day of the fire... Bingo.

Records are kept by the
hour, We'll do this in stages.

Malcolm, I'm sending
over 6am till 7.

It's coming through...

The IT inspector's bag, please.

The tracker's on the
move. He's on his way back.

- I'll keep sending them.
- Jo, where is he now?

He's on the stairs
two floors away.

- How fine are we cutting this?
- Until we find something.

- He's ten feet away.
- Two more files to download.

He's outside.

Here you are.

Is she OK, then?

Mm... I'm fine.

Yeah, just too many
fags last night...

- Thanks.
- We need some air.

- Thanks... Thanks very much.
- Thank you.

Yes?

Harry, why are your people
sniffing around Cotterdam Prison?

So you're still
pursuing Cotterdam?

- Have you looked into it?
- A little.

I agree with you, the Special
Branch report is shoddy.

I'll get on to it, get them
to explain what's going on.

But I...
- I need you to back off.
- Why?

The waves you are
making are too big.

If we're going to approach this the
official way, we need to tread softly.

Make smaller waves?

Carry on as you are and
the whole thing will clam up.

We need to work together.

I thought you said you
had something for me.

Politics is part of the
job, Harry. You know that.

Let's do this the right way.

The way that involves
commissioning another report?

A committee delaying the truth
until Cotterdam is forgotten?

You're not the
only moral guardian.

Others care about
the state of this country.

Why are you looking
in the other direction?

I'm not. Harry... Harry!

I think you should
see this. Visitor's log

book from the day of
the fire at Cotterdam.

All the names check out,
apart from this one, Klee.

A contractor. CCTV of
him entering the prison.

We cross-referenced this photo with
our systems and Klee doesn't exist.

But Zakir Abdul does, an Acts of
Truth associate, been on our radar years.

You know what this means?

They bribed Maudsley
into letting Abdul into

the prison. No wonder
he killed himself.

They killed their own men rather than
let us interrogate them. Where's Abdul?

- A warehouse in King's Cross.
- Jo, let's go.

Malcolm, get Special
Ops to meet us there.

If Acts of Truth caused
the fire, why cover it up?

It doesn't look good. A senior prison
manager colluding with terrorists.

Ready? Ready.

Mr. Abdul. This is the
British Security Services.

Please put your hands
where we can see them.

Zakir Abdul. You are
surrounded by armed officers!

Put your hands where
we can see them!

Abdul!

Acts of Truth got here first.

Mr. Abdul has been expended
with like the seven suspects.

They're tightening the net.

They must be planning an
attack. I'll raise the alert to level six.

I know you're going to say I'm
crazy, and maybe I am, but I just...

- ..don't think any of it makes sense.
- What?

- Maudsley.
- Ruth.

No, just hear me out.
The way he looked...

He wasn't a guilty man.

You saw him for a split
second. You couldn't possibly...

Rationally, I know that...

Ruth. Listen, you can relax.

Maudsley was the
man on the inside.

Forensics found DNA evidence proving
he visited Zakir Abdul at the warehouse.

But there was no drop.

You were just in the wrong
place at the wrong time. Yes?

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

Well, no, not fixated...
Sorry, that's the wrong word.

- I'm worried about you.
- I'm fine.

- You look exhausted.
- Oh, Harry...

- Let me give you a lift home?
- I'm going by Tube.

Don't be such a
stubborn old mule.

- Mule?
- Well, I don't mean mule. It's a phrase.

God, those two. One minute
it's off, the next it's all on again.

I hadn't noticed.

This tracker should tell us.

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

But if it's out for a Chinese
or a curry, then maybe.

I'm really not interested.

Come on, there's not much else to
smile about. Ask Zaf - he's running a book.

Hey.

See you in the morning,
Harry. Thank you.

Bye, Ruth.

Bye.

No date, then.

I thought you said
you were going home.

Maudsley's house.

What the hell are
you up to, Ruth?

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

- Come on.
- Phone Harry.

You must be joking.

- She's his rose-tinted blind spot.
- Adam, then.

Sure, when we find out
what she's doing here.

I don't like spying on Ruth.

So don't.

- What gun was Abdul shot with?
- It was a Chinese Type 67.

- Bit unusual.
- Very.

- Made Malcolm's day.
- Like this one?

You're jumping to conclusions.

What conclusions?

I've said nothing.

But what's she doing
here? At Maudsley's house?

If this is part of
the operation,

how come we don't
know anything about it?

Hi. Just the apple, please.
Sorry, I've only got a tenner.

Thanks.

- OK.
- Thanks very much.

- What the hell is going on?
- Thank God it's you.

- Why are you acting alone?
- I will tell you.

Let's get back to Thames
House. I'll tell you there.

Is there a problem?

Yes, Ruth, I think there is.

- What's going on?
- We need to talk to you, Ruth.

- Do I... do I need to sit down, Harry?
- It'll be all right.

- Let's go into Harry's office.
- No, no whatever it is, let's...

- Let's just do it here.
- Are you sure?

Yes.

What were you doing
at Maudsley's house?

- Nothing, I mean...
- You don't deny you went there?

- No.
- Authorised?

- No.
- Luckily, you were reported.

At the Maudsley house, a
Chinese Type 67 was found,

the same one that killed
Mr. Abdul. Know anything about it?

- No.
- Of course she doesn't. This is insane.

Maudsley was under suspicion
of colluding with terrorists.

I didn't believe that.

Whether you believed
it or not is immaterial.

You were at his house,
you went to the mortuary,

you were behind him
when he committed suicide.

None of these events
have been logged.

- She followed my orders.
- I thought he was making a drop.

- You were working with him.
- Ridiculous!

And the two of you were
working for Acts of Truth.

When Maudsley died, you went to
his house to destroy the evidence.

- That is not true. There was a drop.
- Ruth...

I found it.

So where is it?

OK, let's see it.

Let's see where this takes us.

- Is there a problem?
- I'm not sure.

Malcolm?

- It's blank.
- What?

- Are you sure?
- Sorry, Ruth, there's nothing on it.

There was no drop, Ruth. You and
Maudsley were working for Acts of Truth.

- Things got out of hand, you pushed him.
- That's not true.

I'm sorry, Harry.

You met Maudsley, followed him
to the platform and pushed him.

That's been tampered with.

- It's a fake.
- Please... Zaf?

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

We have witnesses saying
they saw you push him.

What witnesses?

You were seen, Ruth.

Apart from the
CCTV, you were seen.

I will sort this out, I promise,
Ruth. I will sort this out.

Harry, I've seen it
before. Too many times.

We've done it to
too many people.

- Sir, will you move...?
- Do not address me!

- So do we back off Cotterdam?
- Absolutely not. Cotterdam's the key.

Next time come to me
before you go to anyone else.

- I was just reporting the facts.
- You were striking back at Harry.

I know you all have
this loyalty to Ruth.

She's pulling the
wool over your eyes.

This isn't your father
we're talking about.

No. It's even more devious.

If it turns out to
be wrong, I'll be

the first one to
celebrate with you, Harry.

My hands were
tied, you can see that.

What would you have
done? Turned a blind eye?

I thought that was
YOUR specialty.

Once a report has been made,
Harry, there's nothing one can do.

You know Ruth, you
know what she's capable of.

The Chinese Type 67?

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

but I'm asking for your
help. I need time, Oliver.

I'll give you a day.

I'll have her put under surveillance.
One day and then she'll be arrested.

Don't ask me for more.

And no contact.

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

Thank you.

Adam.

Everything we say is going to be
scrutinised. We need to re-group.

We need to work out
how best to clear her name.

- Was anyone followed?
- I think we're clear.

Surprised to see you here.

- Can I have a word?
- Say it to everyone.

- I'm not sorry, I was doing my job.
- But you were wrong.

I agree she has been set up.

- Why frame Ruth? What do they gain?
- They get to me.

- How is she?
- No one's allowed to speak to her.

How do you think? Scared.

We need to find whatever it was
that Maudsley was trying to get to Ruth.

So we all agree.
Maudsley made a drop.

- It's time to trust Ruth.
- I should have done that.

Assume for a moment
that Maudsley's innocent.

He's in the prison that night. He knows
Special Branch are hiding something.

He identifies Ruth as the
person to get information to Harry.

A good choice, close
but not too close.

- Why not go straight to Harry?
- Chances are he's being watched.

- What the hell is it?
- I don't know. Pandora's box.

Something worth
dying for to expose.

What do we know about
Maudsley? Military background.

Some intelligence training.

- The drop could be anywhere.
- It'll be specific.

Somewhere only Ruth could uncover.
He'll have laid the drop with extreme care.

Zaf, check all the satellite
images of Cotterdam that night.

We can't rely on any
official evidence. Harry...

I know, stay level-headed.

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

Adam wants to see you.

- Usual place.
- How can I get out?

Same way I got in. I'll
stay here and be you.

I never apologise, by the way.

- But if you did...?
- Four hours, Cinderella.

Then you turn into a pumpkin.

- Yes.
- It's time to talk.

- I thought we were talking.
- No, talk properly.

Come for lunch.

Without your disciples.

- Anyone?
- Not yet.

- What are those?
- From Zaf's Russian Embassy contact.

They look like satellite photos.
It's Cotterdam the night of the fire.

- Oh, my God.
- What? What is it?

- There.
- I don't... What?

Seven people are being
removed from the prison.

It's two hours before the fire.

This isn't Acts of Truth.

We've been looking
in the wrong direction.

Well, who removed them?
The Intelligence Services?

Who else could have pulled it
off? It explains the Special Branch

the attempted cover-up,
even framing you.

- Harry.
- Oliver.

- Take your jacket off.
- Oh, for goodness' sake.

Your jacket, Harry. You
could be wearing a wire.

- Is it allowed?
- They'll make an exception.

- Thank you, sir.
- Good.

Now we can talk.

They remove them,
they fake their deaths...

No one ever hears
from them again.

Adam, they're being tortured.
That's what this is about.

We have to find that drop. Maudsley
might have had the only evidence.

We can't do things
the old way, Harry.

We play by the book, and what?

Do you think anybody else
does? Look at the Americans.

Oh, please, don't start
talking about the Americans.

Everybody wants you to come
on the inside of the circle. Join us.

You must be joking?

Now you may doubt our methods,
but see if this persuades you.

The planned attack
from Acts of Truth?

A major sports stadium.

Several devices capable
of inflicting mass murder.

Would you have preferred
that we never found out?

Two-thousand-odd lives,
for a little discomfort?

Discomfort?

50,000-volts-through-your-body
discomfort?

Or is it dogs, Oliver, is
that your preferred method?

Alsatians biting at men's genitals?
What is it that gets them talking?

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

Sit back and let this
country take hit after hit?

We find civilised ways,
as we have before.

Harry, you know as well as I do.

We were torturing people in
Kensington during the Second World War.

So what is my choice?

Join in this new nightmare

or watch Ruth be
thrown to the lions?

Think of it as an invitation.

An opportunity.

Save Ruth and join a club.

Offa!

There's a picture of Offa. I
can't believe I didn't see it before.

- And he is?
- He was King of Mercia in the 8th century.

I wrote a thesis on the site of his
palace, now known as Wood Street.

That's the real drop
Maudsley left for me.

Go round the back.

- It could be anywhere.
- No, not anywhere. Not anywhere.

It's here, here.

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

Come on.

There's a microfiche reader
under the passenger seat.

OK. Minutes from a meeting.

- What's on the agenda?
- Hang on, hang on, I'm just trying to...

"Top Secret. Eyes Only."

Bloody hell. You were right.

"Extradition and special
interrogation measures."

Otherwise known as torture.

Cotterdam's mentioned.
There's other places.

- Who's on the guest list?
- Erm...

Maudsley, MI6, Special Branch,
Military intelligence. Erm...

..someone from the
government. Oh, my God.

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

- Who?
- It's a codename. Our department.

It says..."Section D - Fox".

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

What do we do with it?

We can't do anything
without calling Harry.

Where the hell is he? We can't
move with all this surveillance.

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

That's it.

We'll get you arrested.

- Zaf, you still there?
- Yep.

Get a message to Ros.

Subject leaving the house,
moving towards Cherry Road.

All units apprehend on sight.

Subject wearing long
overcoat, hat and black boots.

- Armed police, stand still!
- Armed police, stand still!

Keep your hands where I
can see them. Do not move!

- There's no answer.
- Try him again.

No, still no answer.

God, where is he?

- He was supposed to be meeting Mace.
- OK. Mace's club.

They'll be there.

Good.

Thank you.

Ruth's been arrested
trying to escape.

She's been charged with murder.

Twelve years.
Ten if she's lucky.

Were you so afraid of
being passed over, Oliver?

Thought you were
braver than that.

This character deconstruction
is all very interesting.

But you still haven't
answered my question.

- How far is it?
- We're nearly there.

What if I play neither strategy?

What if I say Ruth
did push Maudsley,

but I asked her to do it?

What if the rogue officer is me?

- It doesn't add up.
- Doesn't it?

Ruth would get a slapped wrist,
that's all. She was following orders.

But me?

A rogue agent at my grade?
Wait till the press hear.

Don't be so bloody stupid.

I just need to get the
waiter to call the police.

Make enough fuss as I go down.

Smash a few tables
as I tell my tale.

There must be three or more journalists
within shouting distance of this building.

I left my real
name at reception.

Try silencing that.

You don't think I will, do you?

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

Frankly, no.

Can't take the heat.
Better cool you down.

You need the
police to be called.

Not simply Security to put you
out on the street like a drunkard.

Very well, then
the police it is.

- What's happened?
- Harry's been arrested.

- Why?
- He's attacked Mace.

Looks like he's taking the rap for
Maudsley's murder, trying to save Ruth.

Tell me you're kidding.

Oh, my God.

No one's been able to
reach him all afternoon.

The stupid, stupid man.
I can't believe it. Adam.

Go back to mine. I'll
try and get in to see him.

Harry?

We had no option, they
had every avenue covered.

Ruth would have spent
the rest of her life in prison.

We found Maudsley's
drop. We got the documents.

A secret meeting exposing
the whole torture scandal.

- Use them. Find a way.
- We can't, not without implicating you.

There's a codename,
Fox. It's an insurance policy.

- Use me.
- I can't do that.

We're caught whichever way.

You'll go to prison
for condoning torture.

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

- You must expose those documents.
- You don't...

Sir. I'm afraid there's now a murder charge
been brought against you, Mr. Pearce.

I'm going to need
you to leave, sir.

You're still one of my operatives. I want
those documents exposed. It's an order!

You are under suspicion of murder,
that makes your orders null and void.

I can't do it, Harry.

- I've got the answer.
- There's nothing we can do.

I step back into the frame.

It just says someone from
Section D, so let it be me. I was Fox.

You discovered I was there,
you bring the documents to light.

Discredit Harry's confession as
someone looking after a friend, a lover.

- I pushed Maudsley 'cause they told me to.
- Do you know what you are doing?

I'm making sure we can still
expose the torture scandal

without Harry being
buried with the blame.

What about you?

- We can't think about that now.
- This is madness. We can't let you.

Think of a better solution. Harry
goes and what happens to MI5?

This is only round one
in an ongoing battle.

He has to keep fighting.

The authorities in this country cannot
be allowed to intimidate and torture.

Harry is the only one
that can take it on.

There's no choice. If I
can save him, then I will.

You're admitting to murder.

A murder you didn't do.

- You don't have to do this.
- Yes, I do.

Ruth...

Don't even try to talk me
out of it. You know it's right.

We need to Photoshop the
meeting between me and Mace.

Almost done.

Easy, isn't it?

To throw your whole life away.

Wonder how I will be remembered.

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

Conspirator. Betrayer.

- Daddy!
- All right, Wes?

- Guess where we went?
- Jenny, give us some privacy.

I was just going to...

Don't worry.

Come on, Wes, let's go upstairs.

One last thing. The
witness at the Tube station.

- That's the flat.
- You are sure?

Jo tracked her down.
She was on the platform.

She couldn't have seen what
she said she did. She was bought.

Bought to give a false witness statement.
She is one of the bastards that set you up.

Can you, um...?

Can you say that again?

- Look, you're going to be fine. OK?
- Where's the gun?

Here.

- And they're definitely blanks?
- Definitely.

OK. Now is your moment.

Shut up!

I said... shut up!

Look at me.

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

Do you understand?

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

That should have done it.

Yeah, there she goes.

Straight on to the police.

- You were brilliant.
- Lady Macbeth.

Sixth form play.

- Did I wake you?
- No.

Yes.

Good night.

You awake?

- Didn't sleep.
- No, neither did I.

I'll have to remind myself of
why I did this for the rest of my life.

You know why.

How much longer?

- Only a few hours now.
- And then?

- And then it's up to you.
- Yeah.

If we ever bump into
each other again...

..either here or abroad,

I know what you
are trained to say,

but if we do...
- I'll smile.
- Promise?

Of course.

I smile at every
pretty woman I pass.

Harry, you're
covering for someone.

Ruth Evershed is the person
we should be looking for.

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

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

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

So where is Ruth?

She disappeared.
Went under our radar.

I'm not stupid, Zaf.

It's all right, I
don't need to know.

I just hope she's well-hidden.

There's going to be
a full-scale witch-hunt.

Just hope she's
got a broomstick.

Have you heard the news, Oliver?

No, is it good?

The defence secretary is
with the PM now, resigning.

The PM himself is going
to have to face parliament.

God knows what they're
going to do with you.

I'll get my wrists slapped.

They'll re-invent my post.

- You can't stop the inevitable.
- Oh, I think we can.

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

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

Oh, and by the way,

the seven from Cotterdam
have been found in Egypt

and they're being brought back
to Britain for proper questioning.

Proper questioning?

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

You know that,

even if Harry refuses to see it.

Oh...

..tell him good
luck with it from me.

The prime minister has refused to comment
on resignations of the defence secretary

and members of the intelligence
services including Oliver Mace.

Commentators say this is the
end of dark days for the services.

Yes.

Thank you.

- They've found her.
- Where?

Dragged from the
Thames this morning.

Yes, that's Ruth.

So, where is she?

I told Adam not to tell you.

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

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

What are you...?

- You take good care, yes?
- Yes.

- And you. Don't get shot.
- I won't.

Will you feed my cats?
Actually, take them to your house.

Will you adopt them?

Of course.

- Goodbye, Harry.
- Goodbye, Ruth.

There is something I have to tell
you. I should have told you years ago.

Harry, please don't.

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

- Come on!
- I'm coming.

Please don't say anything.

Leave it as something that was
never said. Something wonderful...

that was never said.

Let me go, Harry.

We're going to sell nuclear
plants to the Saudis?

You knew it would be unpopular.

Someone's going to
flog them nuclear plants.

It's the perfect barter deal.

Good to see you.

Enough, Adam -enough lies.

Last night six men came
into the country illegally.

I want to know what
they're planning. Ask around.

The terrorists are our
priority. Do what you can.

I'm going after him.