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Botswana's police chief

said that a number of
bodies had been recovered.

A report has just reached
us of a major explosion

at the American embassy in Ankara.

We are going over immediately

to our correspondent Jonathan Fuller.

The scene here
is one of utter devastation.

American and Turkish emergency teams

have been working throughout the night

to rescue victims still
trapped in the rubble.

At the moment, it's estimated

that at least 50 people have been killed.

So far, no group has
claimed responsibility

for the attack.

However, a Pentagon spokesman
confirmed earlier today

that all air, ground, and sea forces

have been placed on full alert.

Shit!

Right, gentlemen.

Decision time.

Do we run it?

Legal department?

Well, there's no firm evidence

the two men have actually met.

They're sharing the same tart.

It's circumstantial.

Circumstantial?

It's about as circumstantial
as Pearl Harbour.

Look, we've got two men turning up

at the same house on the same evening.

That's all.

And there's the problem

of Harry's unidentified source.

It's never been a problem before.

Yes, but if Markham brings an action,

he's not gonna be turning up

as defence witness in a hurry, is he?

Let's buy up the girl.

She'll want 25 grand up front at least.

Well, what's wrong with
talking to the man himself?

Another night, another show.

Hmm.

My idea of Heaven is eternal nights

with Jack Macleod spiking my stuff.

Ah, Vernon, good to see you.

Stick close to him.

He's been in newspapers
long enough to own one.

Is that right, Vernon?

Hell, come on.

Let's walk.

It's only five floors.

Good for the heart.

"My journalists are free to
write anything I please."

- Vernon!
- Yes?

Reece wants to see you upstairs.

Nothing untoward, I hope.

- I'd take your coat.
- No peace for the wicked.

Well, we've missed
the pubs anyway, Vernon.

See you later.

How's it going, Nick?

Another sweet piece on the bingo winner?

Give me a break, Jack.

"Witty, debonair Caledonian news editor."

Seven letters, begins with M.

Cut it out, wise guy,

or you'll still stay in the bingo.

Oh, Christ, what did that
geranium ever do to you?

All I want is a reaction from Markham

to top up the story.

Tell Harry champion to
do his own dirty work.

Come on, be sensible.

You know as well as I do

this story's not gonna
lie down and be quiet.

Surely he'd rather hear it from you

than read it over the breakfast table.

My dear Vernon,

now, this had better be good.

I had to leave

just as the division bell was ringing.

The hell couldn't we meet in Annie's bar?

Because this time, it's more serious.

Come on.

We've had the build-up.

You'd better tell me.

Miranda Court.

Are you ta"ing to me as
a friend or a newspaperman?

Or is that a silly question?

Dennis, listen to me.

Are we on the record or not?

I'm trying to help you, for God's sake.

Reece thought-

- Reece thought he had the makings

of a juicy political scandal,

so he sent his pimp along to check it out.

Sorry, I shouldn't have said that.

Look, you can go back and tell him

that my private life is my business.

And if he tries anything,
I'll sue him and Kingsbrook

through every damn court in the country.

Dennis.

Do you know him?

What's this all about, Vernon?

Miranda Court has other clients.

He's one of them.

So?

His name is major Dietrich Kleist.

Officially listed as military attache

at the east German embassy.

There's been wide-ranging reaction

this morning to the newspaper report

which alleges the involvement
of Former Chairman

of the Commons Defence
Committee Dennis Markham

with a KGB agent.

In a recent report from
the police federation,

senior police officers
are reported as saying

that they needed better resources

to fight the rise in crime.

Nick.

Someone's up.

Hey, liven up, mate.

Someone's up and about inside.

- Mrs. Markham?
- Uh, no.

I just wanted to speak to Mrs. Markham

for a few minutes.

Mrs. Markham is unavailable for comment.

If I were you, I would move your foot.

Thank you.

You could've killed him!

Right.

Here we go.

Mrs. Markham, where is your husband?

Police, madam.

The press have gone.

Thank you.

It must have come as a bit of a shock.

I'm sorry?

I mean, all this, it
must have come as a shock.

Wouldn't you be shocked if your wife

had been carrying on behind your back?

Probably.

Separated myself, so-

- Oh, I'm sorry.

No, I meant the, uh, KGB man.

What's his name, Kleist?

You know, the newspapers are saying

that your husband actually knows him.

You meet all sorts of people

when you're an MP.

But I'll tell you one thing, Mr.-

- Mullen.

My husband may be an adulterous bastard,

but he is certainly not a Soviet spy.

All the same, I mean,

you can see that they do have a point.

MP with access to defence secrets,

top KGB agent sleeping
with the same woman.

Not at the same time, I presume.

Probably not.

But you can see that
there is a security risk.

And these days, that's all you need

to prove someone's a traitor, is it?

Yes, but he's not exactly anti-Soviet.

I mean, he was in the communist party

at one stage, wasn't he?

You did know he was a member
of the communist party?

You're a bloody reporter!

Driver, stop the car!

Mrs. Markham, you
really would be better off

giving me a full statement.

Get out.

You said that your husband
was an adulterous bastard-

- Get out.

Trudy Markham,
wife of MP Dennis Markham,

spoke yesterday about
her marriage to the man

in the middle of "the
call girl spy scandal."

Okay, yeah.

Uh, rocked by revelations

about her husband's relationship
with a call girl, comma,

ashen-faced, uh, Mrs. Markham

dodged waiting newsmen

as she left the couple's 80,000
pound cottage for London.

With whom miss court
also had a relationship.

Later, the attractive
43-year-old blonde spoke-

No, sorry, Dixie.

I'll change that.

Later, the attractive 43-year-old blonde

broke down and spoke tearfully

about her 17 years of marriage
to the prominent left-winger.

All right?

That'll do for the intro.

Referring to her husband
as "an adulterous bastard,"

Mrs. Markham denied any possibility

of his being a Soviet spy.

It came as a complete shock to me

"that he was an acquaintance
of miss Court's,

and I can only describe-"

My involvement in the area of defence-"

Turn that up, Connors.

"Ended in 1979,

when the new government came to power.

I've never discussed defence secrets

with Miss court."

"My involvement in the area of defence

ended in 1979,

when the new government came to power.

I have never discussed defence secrets

with Miss Court,

nor anyone else, for that matter."

Is he a spy?

Is he a spy?

You know, that is a pearl
of a bloody story, that.

I don't want to see the opposition

coming up with any more like that.

We started ahead of the field,

and that is how we're
going to finish, right?

So, Nick, Nick, wakey, wakey, son.

Check out where the
Markhams go on holiday.

Any Soviet countries, Romania, Bulgaria.

Also check who he meets on holiday

and check if he attends
any official engagements.

Oh, and, Nick, very nice
piece you did on the wife.

Nick, call for Vernon Bayliss on 23.

Do you want to take it?

Come on, get off your ass.

Yep.

Can I speak to Vernon Bayliss, please?

No, he's not around.

News conference, Maggie?

News schedule?

Thank you.

Never mind the expenses.

Get the shagging story now.

It's George returning his call.

George.

Returning his call.

- Thank you so much.
- Okay.

- Good-bye.
- Bye.

Danny!

Vernon.

Well, I can see you're
pleased to see me.

- Mary.
- Yes.

Could we have another chair, please?

Are you going to eat something?

No, thank you.

I've eaten.

Look, I've been trying to get hold of you.

It's a bloody business.

I honestly didn't think the newspaper was-

- My dear chap, it's not your fault.

You did your all you could
in the circumstances,

and I don't want you blaming yourself.

I'm sorry.

I've got to go.

It's question time.

Look, Dennis, I-

- Vernon, I don't want to ta" about it.

The only thing I'm interested in now

is saving my marriage.

He's shattered.

Well, he brought it on himself in a way,

getting involved with that girl.

He's a fellow scribe.

I know.

I read that rubbish he wrote about Trudy.

Bloody disgusting.

A large couscous, please, Mary.

Thank you.

So, for what did you wish to tap

my superior knowledge, Nicky boy?

Who's the, uh,

who's the girl with Vernon?

Oh, that's Markham's secretary,

Nina Beckman.

What angle is Bayliss working on?

Do you know?

I don't know.

Of course, he's been
quite cut up about Markham.

You know, they were very good friends.

Both reds together.

Vernon never told
me he was a communist.

Oh, yes.

Well, of course,

he probably wanted to
keep it under his hat.

I mean, not exactly appropriate

for the Kingsbrook newspapers, is it?

Come on, let's eat.

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Well, do you have any
record of any holidays

they might have taken abroad separately?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, I see.

Sorry I can't be of more help.

No, no, no.

You've been most helpful, Ms. Thomas.

So I'll see my name in the paper?

Could well.

I mean, you never know.

Okay.

Bye.

Yourself a new toy, then?

Yes, I thought it was about time

I joined the age of technology.

Congratulations, by the way.

I hear you beat everyone to the post

with your Trudy Markham story.

Oh, did you get that message yesterday

from that guy called, uh, George?

Yes, thank you.

He didn't leave a surname.

Oh, bloody hell, Vernon.

"Age of technology," eh?

You haven't even caught up

with the industrial revolution.

I understand you know Markham pretty well.

Where did you hear that?

No secrets on the
street of shame, dear boy.

I thought you might give me a few tips.

No, here.

The other one.

They've got you at it,
as well, then, have they?

Yeah.

What's your angle?

Somebody left a cutting behind

on the photocopier, and I thought-

- Look, Nick, no offence, okay,

but why don't you do your story,

and I'll do mine, all right?

Please yourself.

Nick, uh...

- Hello?
- Vernon, it's George.

Oh, hold on a minute, will you, please?

Uh, hello, George.

I'm sorry I wasn't in.

- Is it safe to talk?
- Thank you.

Uh, yes, go ahead.

It's going to be very difficult.

Well, I didn't
think it was going to be easy.

How was Grimsby, then?

After 48 hours in that place,

you could forget what
your appendage is for.

I thought you'd forgotten already, Leo.

Ha ha.

Very funny.

Yes, dear boy, I am.

84 quid for dinner for two.

Do you think they'll buy that upstairs?

Not if it was Grimsby, mate.

Okay, I'll be there.

Yep.

Nick Mullen.

I have some information to give you

regarding Dennis Markham.

Oh, yeah?

Have a look at the 1979

World Peace Council in Prague.

Who is this?

I know what I'm talking about.

I've already looked at it.

There is a photograph.

Anybody just put a call through to me?

If it's not in that little lot,

we haven't got it.

Mullen.

Let's have them back, will you?

Terry, have I ever let you down, eh?

Nope.

I could have another look

under "Prague" if you like.

I might have missed something.

No, no, no.

It's okay.

Let's have a look at the cutting.

Brezhnev.

From the first day,

the conference was attended
by Leonid Brezhnev.

Have a look through this.

You better take a look at that, Vernon.

Okay.

So what does that prove?

It proves that your friend was lying.

He said categorically

that he'd never met Kleist before.

Well, isn't it possible that Kleist

could just have been
another face in the crowd,

that Markham didn't know who he was?

Come on, Vernon.

There's Markham.

There's Kleist.

That doesn't prove that
Markham's a Russian spy.

You can't use it, Nick.

You'll be crucified.

All right.

For dour and a half years,
this guy was Chairman

of the Commons Select
Committee on Defence,

during which time he had access

to our most important secrets.

No, no.

Let me finish.

He shares his lover
with a known KGB agent.

Vernon, please, let me finish.

They then meet in Czechoslovakia

and are seen laughing and ta"ing

at a conference.

I mean, I've got to use it.

Dennis Markham is not a traitor.

Oh, I see.

Hmm.

One old comrade sticking
up for another, eh?

- What?
- You heard.

I left the party in
1956, for god's sake!

Well, then you're in no bloody position

to be objective!

Oh, objectivity being the hallmark

of this great and honourable newspaper!

Spare me the humbug, dear boy!

Give me a break, Vernon.

You know how it is.

It's a bloody good story!

Well, don't let the truth
get in the way of a good story.

Do you know something I don't know?

Because if you do, you better tell me now.

I can't.

Not yet.

I need a few more days.

A few more days.

Jesus Christ, Vernon.

I can't sit on it.

Even if I wanted to, I can't.

Hey!

Today's daily
dispatch, in an exclusive story.

Meeting with
Kleist was published today.

Has published a
photograph which claims to show-

- The story about
Markham goes on to say-

Nick, Nick, that was a splendid piece.

Splendid.

You deserve a drink.

What are you having?

Whiskey?

Anyway, anyway, to get
back to the story, right?

I'm covering this thing,
you remember this.

Sure.

Aye.

This guy's been in for six months.

She claims he's innocent.

Big campaign, right?

I'm sitting opposite
her on the couch, right?

And she says, "I think I'll go

and slip into something more comfortable-"

And we understand that Dennis Markham-

- Leo, Leo, Leo, Leo.
- Comes back in, right?

Shut up, Leo.

Who's covering this, by the way?

Big Gus.

Arnold.

Come in.

Help yourself to a drink.

Ladies and gentlemen,

thank you very much for
coming this morning.

I have prepared a brief statement.

Well, that's a nice change, eh?

In spite of my repeated and emphatic-

- Just got the circulation
figures for this month.

Concerning the alleged relationship

with major Kleist-

- We're up nearly 200,000.

Press speculation and
innuendo has continued unabated,

culminating in an article

which appeared in a national
newspaper this morning.

- Yeah!
- Yes!

Bravo!

In view of the damage

which this has caused and is causing-

- Do you think he'll sue?

No.

He hasn't the guts.

He's got a lot of influential friends.

I know.

I have therefore decided
to inform the speaker

of my decision

and resign my seat in the house.

- Nice.
- On the cards.

Well done.

- I'm afraid I have no more-
- Lunch.

How does it feel, Nick?

Feeling good?

Anyway, to get back to my story.

She comes back in, right?

She's wearing this negligee.

It's completely transparent, right?

And she's got these fabulous tits.

Nipples like organ stops.

Mind if I join you?

It's a free country,

I think.

You're doing all right.

Let us give praise for
this splendid beverage.

Vodka and Coca-Cola.

Detente in a glass.

That, dear boy,

is our friendly neighbourhood spook.

Special branch, you know.

Been following me around for days,

haven't you, old cock?

Cheers!

Shh!

Keep it down.

Oh, come on!

Come on.

Time for exercise.

Mustn't sit around all day, must we?

Come on, Vernon.

I don't need your help!

Somewhat of a regular
event nowadays, isn't it?

Yeah.

Vernon.

You better come and have a look.

Shouldn't we call the police

before you go touching anything?

They've been and gone, the bastards.

Look.

It's a gold watch.

It was my father's.

A present for my grandson.

It's funny.

Vernon, will you please tell me

what the hell is going on?

If you're in some kind of
trouble, I want to help.

Your help has been invaluable.

I'm sure Dennis Markham appreciates-

- Look, Vernon-

- Nick, please, do me a favour.

Leave me alone, okay?

Ah, good, Nick, come in.

I've got some bad news, I'm afraid.

Vernon was found dead this morning.

What?

Yeah.

Looks like a heart attack.

I just heard.

Yes.

Uh, Arnold Reece, sergeant Ross.

How do you do?

Sergeant Ross would like

to ask you a few questions
if that's okay, Nick.

Is that okay, Nick?

Yeah.

I understand that you
took Mr. Bayliss home

from the pub yesterday.

Yeah.

- How was he?
- He was fine.

Absolutely fine.

He'd been drinking?

- Yeah.
- He had been drinking?

Yes.

We all had.

Did anything unusual happen?

No.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Fine.

Thank you very much.

Sorry, Nick.

- Forgot my contact book.
- Ah.

Night.

Night, Tom.

Uh, yes.

Go ahead.

It's going to be very difficult.

Well, I didn't
think it was going to be easy.

I'm not sure that
it's possible, that's all.

Well, if you managed
to clap your eyes on it-

You're aware that this could mean

not just a section II charge,

but a section I, as well?

If you managed to clap your eyes on it-

Clapping eyes on it is one thing.

Getting a copy out is another.

Well, I didn't
think it was going to be easy.

I'm not sure that
it's possible, that's all.

Well, if you managed
to clap your eyes on it-

Clapping eyes on it is one thing.

Getting a copy out is another.

Hello?

Nick, it's Roger Messiter.

Roger.

I've checked my old notebook,

and Dyce and Parker were definitely

on that escape together.

Did you check if Parker
was at the inquest?

Yeah.

He wasn't there.

The only witnesses were the local copper

investigating the hit-and-run

and the police doctor.

- Are you sure?
- Absolutely positive.

If you want to talk to Parker,

he's in Greenmont Detention Centre,

but you'll have a hell of a job

getting in there.

Right.

I need to speak to Dyce's mum and dad.

Okay.

Got a pen?

Next Tuesday's council meeting.

A home office official today confirmed

that a senior civil servant

has been suspended from his duties

pending an investigation
into a suspected leak

of highly confidential
documents to the press.

The name of the civil servant involved

has not been released.

Davis!

Williamson!

Brannigan!

Look, you keep
your eye on her, all right?

Look after her for me.

- Give us a fag, then.
- Don't say a word.

Your mum fixed it up for me, okay?

My name's Nicky Mullen.

I'm a reporter.

Won a million quid on a bingo, have I?

I want to ask you some questions

about your friend Steven Dyce.

Why, what's he gone and done now?

Robbed a bank?

Didn't you know?

He's dead.

It's all in there, Micky.

Accident.

Those bastards.

They told me he was still on the run.

Tell me about the escape.

What escape?

We nicked a motor in Thetford, right?

And then about 15 minutes later,

the old bill caught up with us.

So we pulled up and done a runner.

Only I weren't quick enough out,

and they nicked me.

What about Steven?

He climbed over a fence.

He got away.

See, it says here that he was found

on the morning of the 11th,

but that he'd only been dead

for 36 hours.

He died on the 9th of August.

No belongings on the table, sir.

You said that Steven
climbed over a fence.

Do you know where it was?

I don't know.

It all happened so quick.

It was south of Thetford.

Time's up.

On some poxy side road.

What kind of fence was it?

Was it-
- It was massive.

Come on, son.

Round a building site.

Do me a favour, all right?

Get my mum to write to me.

Don't forget.

Base security here.

I have a Mr. Nick Mullen
for Colonel Lehane.

Do we have clearance?

I'm sorry, Mr. Mullen.

Colonel Lehane's been called away.

He asks that you write to
him with any inquiries.

Sorry about that.

Have a nice day now.

Hello, Pentagon.

Press office, please.

Army, Navy, or air force?

Air force.

- Quinlan.
- Hi.

My name is Gordon Carey.

I'm doing a piece on the F-111 aircraft

for War Monthly here in London.

I was wondering if you'd help me.

That's why we're here, Mr. Carey.

Good.

Um, well, first of all,

am I correct in saying that F-111 aircraft

stationed at main United States

operation bases in the UK

are on continuous alert?
- QRA.

Quick reflex alert.

Yes, you would be correct, Mr. Carey.

Does that mean the aircraft

are armed with nuclear weapons?

- Yes, it does.
- Sorry?

I said yes, it does.

Can you tell me
under what circumstances

would a quick reflex alert aircraft

go on a flying mission?

I would have
thought that was self-evident.

- You mean a full alert?
- Yes.

Can you tell me what would happen

if, hypothetically, an aircraft crashed

with its nuclear payload still on board?

Are you writing for War Monthly

or Peace Monthly, Mr. Carey?

Surely you can't expect me-

Hello?

Am I correct in saying that F-111 aircraft

stationed at main United States

operation bases in the UK

are on continuous alert?

QRA.

Quick-

And if there is
one word that could sum up

the life and work of Vernon Bayliss,

it must be the word "professional."

He was a dedicated newspaperman,

resolute in the pursuit of truth,

hunting it down without fear or favour.

And in a humble way,

I'm proud to have worked with such a man.

May he rest in peace.

You haven't got enough,

but when you do, it'll be dynamite,

and that old bugger will be laughing

all the way to his urn.

Does that mean I've got the go-ahead?

No guarantees.

Ah, Nick Mullen, isn't it?

Victor Kingsbrook.

How do you do?

I just wanted to congratulate you

on that marvellous piece

about Kleist and Markham.

Terrific.

What are you working now?

Anything exciting?

Uh, well, it's early days yet.

Nevermind.

I'm sure we'll read it when you're ready.

I know about the 9th of August.

Look, I know you've got
absolutely no reason

to trust me, but-

- You give me one good
reason why I should.

I know about the base.

Look, I know it's full of holes,

but that's why I want to
speak to Dennis Markham.

So you can get another tawdry front page

under your belt?

If you can't arrange a meeting,

let's forget about it.

Do you still think he's a spy?

Jesus Christ.

No, of course I don't.

Then why the hell

doesn't it say that there?

Because if he isn't,
it means he was framed.

If he was framed, I just don't know how.

You didn't have any problem

figuring out Prague.

All right, Prague was a mistake.

I should have listened to Vernon.

I need your help.

I need your help.

This is all I know.

Your newspaper broke the story

about Miranda Court and Kleist

just before Dennis was to have

an adjournment debate.

He was going to ask questions

about the Dyce affair,

which the government simply
couldn't have ducked.

The story breaks.

Dennis is forced to resign.

No debate.

What about Kleist, the KGB?

How does that all come in?

The only person who knew the answer

to that question was Vernon.

He had something,

or was about to get something,

which he said would prove beyond all doubt

that Dennis had been framed.

- Do you know George?
- George Paxton?

Posh voice, stammer.

Oh, no.

Damn!

Do you think Markham would know?

He might, but he's in a villa

in the middle of Tuscany with his wife.

There's no phone.

I could fly out.

Look, he just doesn't
want to know anymore.

I'm sorry.

I'm late.

I must go.

Thanks.

This is Nick Mullen.

I'm not home at the moment.

If you leave your name and number,

I shall contact you as soon as I can.

I'm sorry to keep you, Nick.

Put Muriel down and come in, hmm?

Hello?

Take a pew.

Congratulations.

Terrific story.

Strong.

Powerful.

But I'm afraid we can't run it.

Why not?

Official Secrets Act.

But the Official Secrets Act

is the whole bloody point of the story.

Kingsbrook doesn't wear it.

You showed it to Kingsbrook?

Oh, he knew about it even before I did.

How the hell did he know?

I don't know.

Obviously, I had to show him.

First thing he said was,

"There's a lot wrong with this country,

but it's not Bulgaria."

I thought Kingsbrook

didn't interfere in editorial decisions.

Yes.

Well,

it would seem that this is different.

What the hell do you expect them to do?

The man's into the
government for millions.

What?

Kingsbrook.

He owns Crozier Brown.

They build American bases.

Can't jeopardise that, old son.

Oh, come on.

It's not the first time

you've had a story spiked.

You just got to walk away from it

into the next one.

Take a couple of weeks off.

Think about it.

News desk.

Jack Macleod.

It's Nick Mullen.

Oh, hang on.

- Where are you?
- I'm at home.

Okay, hang on.

Nick, how are you feeling?

I feel fine.

- I'm coming in, Jack.
- You sure?

You sound a wee bit-

- Yeah, I'm sure.
- Oh, well, suit yourself.

See you later.

And the exclusion of reporters.

John Chillingham was outside the court.

George Rydell is
no ordinary civil servant.

He's in the highly secretive

home office department called F4,

whose function Rydell himself described

when called to give evidence

at a recent Commons
Select Committee hearing

on the activities of the special branch.

The department has, in essence,

a threefold responsibility.

It is responsible for public order.

Clapping eyes on it is one thing.

Getting a copy out is another.

For issues related

to the arming of the police,

getting a copy out is another.

And for liaison

with both special branch and MI5.

Getting a copy out is another.

From a statement issued

by Mr. Rydell's solicitors today,

there's an indication that a document

allegedly leaked to the press is involved.

In other-

What the hell are you doing here?

I heard about George Rydell.

Keep an eye on the stairs.

There's somebody in the flat.

Mullen!

My handbag.

You're shaking.

Someone will have to take it.

Not if Kingsbrook has his way.

It's got to come from someone

outside of Fleet Street.

I want to talk to you, Harry.

My dear chap, of course.

Now.

In private.

I want to know

where the Markham tip-off came from.

Markham?

Well, the world's moved
on since then, old bean,

in case you haven't noticed.

Don't patronise me, old bean!

Where did the tip-off come from?

Look, you know perfectly well

I've got to protect my sources.

Oh, yeah?

Well, from now on, nobody
is protecting anybody.

I'm sorry.

I can't tell you.

I want to know who
told you Kleist was KGB.

I can't tell you.

It was the same source who rang me up

and gave me the Prague story, wasn't it?

I have no idea.

Come on, Harry.

Who was it?

Look, he's in the security services.

He's very, very high up.

I've used him for 15 years,

and he's never been wrong.

That's all I can tell you.

Yeah?

Well, you'd better get yourself

a new contact, Harry.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

Kleist is no more KGB
than Kim Philby was MI6.

He's a British agent.

Oh, that's very good.

Now, where did you get that from?

John LeCarre?

No.

I got it from George Rydell.

In black and white.

Now, I want a name.

Clegg.

Anthony Clegg.

Yes, sir.

Can I help you?

Anthony Clegg, is he in?

Yes, sir.

Who shall I say?

Reece.

From?

F-4, home office.

Yes, Victor Kingsbrook, please.

Urgent.

- Yes?
- Victor.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Anthony Clegg.

I think you'll find
him in the main lounge.

Anthony Clegg?

My name's Nick Mullen.

We talked on the telephone
earlier, remember?

I think there must be some mistake.

Oh, yeah?

Mr. Mullen?

Mr. Nicholas Mullen?

Can you send that
express for me, please?

Thank you.

Police.

Mr. Mullen.

This way, please.

Good evening, Mr. Mullen.

Please sit down.

Please, be seated.

May we apologise for the precipitant way

in which you were brought here?

- Am I under arrest?
- Lord, no.

Not yet.

Has no one explained the position to you?

No one has explained damn all.

Well, let me.

We are here to assess
your case and to make-

- What case?

And to make
recommendations as to action.

I might add that nothing

that is said within these walls

bears any legal weight-

- What case?
- So you may speak freely.

What bloody case?!

You're a very intriguing
person, Mr. Mullen.

No background of politics in your family.

No involvement with politics

during your youth,

apart from a brief fling in 1968.

Not even a member

of the campaign for nuclear disarmament.

If you don't mind my asking,

how did you vote in the
last general election?

- I didn't.
- May we know why?

No, you may not know why.

You felt yourself to be superior

to the general mob, did you?

From what we can gather,

you don't seem to have

any especially unpatriotic leanings.

Do you consider yourself
a patriot, Mr. Mullen?

A simple yes or no will do.

You would agree, would you not,

that certain things

bearing on the defence of the realm

are best left unsaid?

If you mean covered up,

no, I wouldn't.

From that, I take it,

you are a believer in
freedom of information.

Yes.

Yes, I am.

All information, freely
available over the counter?

No, of course not.

So, where would you stop once you embark

on this striptease of a government?

I don't know.

By all accounts, you are
a loyal subject, Mr. Mullen,

and yet it would appear
that you are perfectly happy

to impart information that
gives aid and sustenance

to our enemies.

You described, in some detail,

how a mere boy-

- The boy was killed!

Managed to break into a
highly sensitive air base,

which is there for our defence.

Do you really think it's
in the country's interests

that such a thing should be made public?

The boy was killed.

His body was dumped by the roadside.

I know.

I know what happened.

Descent to 4,000 feet,

altimeter two-nine.

Yep.

Okay.

We have a security condition, Amber.

Do we have a problem with that?

No, we don't.

It's over on the outer perimeter.

- Holy shit!
- Jesus Christ!

Overshoot, overshoot!

I know how close we came
to a nuclear disaster.

Are you going to stop me

the same way you stopped Markham?

Or are you going to dump my body

by the roadside, as well, eh?

Are we to understand

that you intend to pursue this story?

What did you say, Mr. Mullen?

I said yes, I intend
to pursue this story.

Thank you for your time, Mr. Mullen.

This gentleman will see you out.

Hey.

What really killed Vernon Bayliss?

This way, sir.

This way, sir.

Who is it?

Well?

Will the minister reply

to the allegations made today

in the domestic and international press

regarding the Markham affair?

Will he set up an inquiry

into the involvement of the
British security services

in this matter?

- Answer the question, sir!
- It is not customary-

- Answer!
- Answer!

It is not customary

for the government to
comment on any form of-

Order!

Order!

The reports,

the articles concerning Dennis Markham

which have appeared over the last few days

are flooded with rumour and innuendo.