All language subtitles for Spooks.S02E04.Blood.And.Money.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track03

This programme contains
some violent scenes,

some scenes of a sexual nature
and scenes which some viewers
may find disturbing.

Today in Moscow, President Bush
and President Putin met
for their economic summit.

$20 billion of aid to the Russian
Federation has been granted
by the International Monetary Fund.

Our correspondent Geoff Meade is in
Moscow for us. Geoff, $20 billion.

A huge amount of money? Kay,
it's a massive vote of confidence
in the Russian Federation.

And it's very much down to pressure
from Bush that this aid was given.

Patience.

HE SHOUTS

You are a clerk
in the Ministry Financo.

You have a password to an account.

I can't access it unless you enter
the password. ..Please do so now.

HE SOBS

What's the matter?
It's only American money.

Yes! ..Thank you.

GUNSHOT

ALL: Na Zdorovye!

Do we really have to involve them?

Can't MI6 do the job?

They want to keep a safe distance.

And the last thing we want
is the Fraud Squad. Dear God, no!

So we're stuck with these people.

Ah, Harry! Come in. Sir John. This
is Tom Quinn. Tom, Sir John Barry,
Governor of the Bank of England.

Pleased to meet you. Tom. This is
Sir Richard Bowman, head of the
bank, Bowman and Company. Hello.

How are you, Dicky?
Not quite in the pink, but well.

Dicky and I go back
a very long way. Right. So...

Shall we?
Actually, someone is joining us.

Here she is.

Running a little late!
Hope no-one's inconvenienced.
Please, sit down, everyone.

This is Amanda Roke
from the Chancellor's office.

Ms Roke, this is Harry Pearce
and Tom Quinn from MI5.

Pleased to meet you, Ms Roke.
You're a Treasury civil servant?

I'm the Chancellor's
political counsel. Ah.

Perhaps Sir Richard should...

Last night, one of our employees
stole one billion dollars from us.

This is our thief - John Lightwood.

- A young man I would've
trusted with my life.
- The Chancellor is very concerned.

Bowman and Co is more
than an old family bank.
It is a British institution.

This could send it to the wall,
and trigger a stock exchange crash,

even lead to a major economic
depression. We cannot allow that.

That is why we suggested that MI5
be called in to find John Lightwood
and recover the money he stole.

Surely this is a Scotland Yard job?
There is a sensitivity here.

Police would mean court cases,
and leaks to the press.
What sensitivity? Look...

All you have to do is do what
you're told. I beg your pardon?

It's all right, Tom.
The stock exchange may tremble,

but banks have failed before
and MI5 wasn't called.
What's so special about this?

Very well.

Bowman and Company handle
certain government accounts.

Ah. So you're the government's
dirty bank? This isn't helpful.

This is very adventurous of you,
Dicky. Thank you, Harry.

As far as MI5 is concerned,

this operation is strictly
on a need-to-know basis.

All you have to do is find
John Lightwood and the money.
..This is his file.

Right. Well...

You'd better get on
with playing at policeman.

You will liaise with my office.
Absolutely.

What'll they want next? Officers as
traffic wardens? It stinks! I know.
I've never seen Dicky so worried.

We could put someone in the bank
undercover. Good idea. Really?

Why not? We are spies.

We're doing all we can to find John
Lightwood - mobile, credit cards...
Probably in Barbados now.

I had Special Branch turn over
his flat, and the bank have
identified this man as Tim Prachett.

He's also a trader at Bowman's.
Seems like they were best friends.

Do I get the impression
you all hate doing this?

Well...I'm with you.
Enough playing at PC Plods.

We'll put an officer in the bank,
undercover. No-one fools us,

and no-one will be told, certainly
not Sir Richard. So who's going in?

Me?! Undercover in a bank? You've a
history of swindling credit cards.
I thought you'd be perfect for it.

Oh, yeah. Thanks(!)
They want to replace Lightwood.

We'll make sure you get it.
Malcolm will give you a great CV.
Ruth'll show you share trading.

Don't worry. It's about
cheating people. Oh, right.

Zoe. I want you in there as well.

Search records and files!
We want records of Lightwood
transferring this money.

I want to know what they're not
telling us. We can see
who can make the most money.

You'll make zilch.
You'll be a cleaner.

Buy half a yard at 75. OK, done.

Zurich silver.
Selling half a yard at 82.

Too high, Danny. Look at Singapore.

Cripes! ..OK, done.

Ruth, what just happened?
Danny just made 50 grand.

Or he would've if we'd been trading.
How do you know about this stuff?

I was in love with a big swinging
dick. ..That's slang for a trader.

How's Danny measuring up?

Oh, he's a huge talent.
I was afraid of that.

So what news from our cousins
over the water?

Washington CIA
are hyperventilating about money.

$20 billion of aid
has gone missing in Moscow.
American money. 20...

It's goodwill to Russia, to get
them in step on the Middle East.
The money could come here.

If you hear anything at all,
you'll say? ..You'd gain much love
from the heart of America.

How could I refuse?

Tim, this is Joshua Ikoli.

Hi. Hi.

Joshua will do John Lightwood's
accounts. He's very hot stuff.

Blazing references.

Have to watch ourselves,
then, won't we? Indeed.

Tim will help you if you're
not familiar with the systems.
..All right, Tim? Yeah.

I look forward to your accounts
at the end of the day, Joshua.

The disgraced man's shoes.
I don't get you.

They say Lightwood stole money.
Success or theft -
it's a thin line in this game.

You could say that.
Did you know John Lightwood well?
Don't be crass!

None of us know each other
that well round here.
Why the hell should we?

Jazzer, Josh at Bowman's!
..Yeah, great.

Socking it
to the natives over here.

GCHQ says the German government is
manipulating the cost of its steel.

'They want the price up
five points.' No trade.

First day nerves?
Never piss on your own shoes.

True, true. This is
Joshua Ikoli, new at Bowman's.

..Yeah, hi.
Dusseldorf Steel - buy 100 at 67.

Thanks.

Did you just squeeze the price on
those options then sell them? Yeah.

Christ, you just made
250 grand minimum. Yeah.

This is Joshua Ikoli,
new at Bowman's...

Ah, Zoe!

You have delivered me shredding!
Delicious!

- 'How long will it take?'
- An artist cannot be hurried.

Oh, yes, he can, Malcolm.
MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

Tom. Hi. It's definitely your man.
He's in a right mess.

CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK

They crucified him. Looks like.

I want Special Branch on to all
the papers, all the media. No news,
no press, absolutely none. OK.

Someone's sending a warning.
"Mess with us, we'll crucify you."

I have an order
to buy at 52 and 100 million.

Can you improve on that?
..OK. No sale, no trade.

I'm Maxi Baxter. Josh Ikoli.

Nigerian? My dad.
I was born in Peckham.

That'll be good!
Go for it! ..Yeah! OK!

Welcome to the animal room,
Peckham boy.

Singapore? ..Lei Fing, it's Maxi.
I want 50 at market price.

I really can... ..I don't know.

..At 429. ..Come on! Come on!

..Yeah. ..I said that this morning.

BELL RINGS
PEOPLE CHEER

Bitch day! Bitch market!

Wrenched my testicles
just to keep even!

How about you?

Up 1.5 mil.

CHEERING

Animal room trader of the day.
A tradition.
And drinkies are on you.

Whoo! Oh! Oh, great!

Great! A greasy evening? Hmm.

All right.

Little girls'.

She...is a bad woman.

You want to find out how bad, sleep
with her. Johnny Lightwood did.

Noted. What's the rest of the
squeeze like around here? I'm off.

Girly club.

They lick you.
I'll have some of that. Good man.

MUSIC: "Just A Little" by Liberty X

# Get hot just a little
Meet me in the middle

# Let go just a little bit more
Just a little bit!

# Give me just a little bit more!
Just a little!

# I want to you to work it a little!

# Get hot just a little!
Meet me in the middle!

# Let go just a little bit more
Just a little bit!

# Give me just a little bit more
Just a little bit more!

# Work it a little
Get hot just a little

# Let go just a little bit more
Just a little bit!

# Give me just a little bit... #

LAUGHTER

Pleasure. Yeah!

I mean,
abusing your mind and your body.

It's short of an art form.

Was John Lightwood good at that,
was he?

Lightwood? Oof!

An artiste of the good times.
JOSH LAUGHS

He couldn't say no to nothing.
He'd a big thing going.

What thing?

Don't know if I ought to say.

Try me.

Johnny Lightwood was helping
dirty money through the bank.

Tasty! Very.

Money laundering today? If you've
got the bottle, why not? You know?

I mean, this is the mother
of bear markets, right?
But everything's in pieces!

A butterfly flutters in Tokyo,
millions are wiped off
the London, New York exchanges.

In times like these,
if you can't make money the right
side of the line, go over it.

And John was well over the line?

All the way to Lugano. Switzerland?
Is that where the money was going?

To the Banco Co-operativo.
HE BURPS

Whose name was the account in?
No idea.

You're not as pissed as me.
JOSH LAUGHS

Come on!
I wouldn't say that. You love it.

Come on! Oof!
LAUGHTER

Sorry about the early morning
debrief, Danny! Needs must.
Things are becoming murderous.

John Lightwood was tortured
to death. We must know why.

But, Danny, you and Zoe watch
your backs. Hear me? Sure. Right.

Money laundering. Understand it?
You wash the money.
See laundrettes. Right.

It's not laundrettes, it's banks.
You move the money around so fast
no-one knows where it came from.

And Bowman's is?
One bank on the way. It can be
there then not there in a second.

Don't think of cash,
coins and notes. It's...

It's like a cloud.
It can be blown around the world,

split into little clouds, and can
gather in a big storm in one place.
It's a very beautiful thing, money.

So do we have anything
on this bank in Lugano?

It's a Swiss bank. God Almighty
wouldn't get a statement,
and its computers are fire-walled.

You can't even get a staff list.
Do they have a London office?

Yes, they have a room
permanently booked

at the Royal Paramount Hotel,
Mayfair. A hotel suite?
To entertain clients discreetly.

Maxi Baxter. I think she slept with
Lightwood. Can we get info on her?

Yes. ..Ruth, look into this woman.
Let's put an obbo on the hotel.

Is all the security in the rooms
turned off? Don't worry, I checked.

This is a copy of the Official
Secrets Act. Please sign it.

For your own peace of mind.
My guests must not know.

They won't.
No-one sees us, we go through walls.

Just pop through the wall, get us
a cup of tea would you, Malcolm(!)

Sorry. Got a bit carried away there.

Right. Let's bug this place and go.

Tom!

It was Russian! What?
The way they crucified him. Look.

Here's a 16th-century Russian icon.

See?

Arms straight, feet not crossed.

A Russian did this. Russia.

It's right in the tradition
of the Russian mafia.

This was your father's room,
wasn't it? I should never
have got involved with you.

I approached you. Remember?

You were horrified,
but then you said yes.
For a handsome commission.

HE COUGHS

This boy - Lightwood.

You had no idea what he was doing?
I swear to you, no!

Greed must have overcome him.

But in the name of God, why leave
him on Hampstead Heath like that?

It was a warning...to you.

You genitally-shrivelled
English pant-pisser!

That is so much better in Russian.
If only you spoke my language.

You're insane.
No! Just free to do what I want.

The huge sums of money
make anything possible.

Listen, English banker.

The transfer
of one billion dollars was a trial.

Now we have to take the risk
of transferring the rest
of the money out of Moscow.

$19 billion. Oh, God!

The CIA, the Russian Federation
security services are looking
high and low for that money.

It must go in the next 48 hours.

Nothing will go wrong this time.
When the money
comes into your bank,

you will personally
make sure it gets to Switzerland.

Understand?

What is it?

It's beautiful!

I had no idea your father
owned an icon by Dionysius.

15th-century. It's incredibly rare.

Do you know what Dostoevsky said?

"Beauty will redeem the world."

Please. Take it as a gift.

Why, thank you, Dicky.

I'll see myself out.

TELEPHONE RINGS

PHONE BEEPS
Speak!

- Shvitkoy wants to launder
the rest of the money.
- When does he want to do it?

- In 48 hours time.
- Well, terrific.
- I don't see anything "terrific"!

- It'll work.
- It's too dangerous.

Same as before.
..Who'll handle the money this time?

I don't know! I can't think!

- OK, I will.
- No! You must be deniable in this.

- I am very unhappy!
I want to talk to the Chancellor!
- This matter is too sensitive!

- But if it goes wrong...
- Sir Richard!

- We are all aware of the risk
you are taking for the government.
- It's not for the government!

- I'm taking it for the country!
- Yes, of course.

Just find someone to do it.
..Sir Richard?

So, what do we have? An amazing
thing. Richard Bowman opened
an account for John Lightwood,

with a balance of £500,000
the day the one billion dollars
went missing. A bonus?

No. They're paid at the end of the
year. This was done by Sir Richard,

with a copy sent to Lightwood, and
someone destroyed any record of it.

Or thought they had. Until our
Leonardo of the dustbins got it.
Well... Thank you, Harry.

So what does this mean?
John Lightwood was paid to steal
from the bank? We need more.

Tell Danny to get friendly with the
Maxi girl. As friendly as it takes.

A carrot and coriander cocktail.

They say back in the '80s young city
bloods like us drank two bottles
of champagne for lunch. Heroic days.

But where are they now?
In alkie clinics.

Though some get away with it still.
Like John Lightwood.

Really?

And what is it you think
he got away with?

Well, the jungle drums
say he nicked a billion dollars.
There's a true modern hero.

He was a friend of yours,
wasn't he? Maybe.

What are you saying?
Do you want to try what he did?

Well, you know this male thing
we have - recklessness.

I don't think
that's just a male thing.

Tim said you were a bad woman.

Do you think he's right? He said
there's a way I could find out.

Are you going to try it?
Would I be allowed?

That depends on the strength
of your market penetration.

Of course.

Does Downing Street
WANT to know what's going on?!

It does not want you accusing
Sir Richard of laundering money!

Close the door! You went too far!
Oh?! You put a mole in the bank.

We must know what's been going on
at Bowman's. You're interfering
in matters that aren't your concern!

You are to withdraw your officer!
Are you ordering us? Absolutely!
And who are you to do that?

Are you from the Joint
Intelligence Committee? No.
Are you a member of government? No!

Did someone elect you? No!
Are you a civil servant? No!
So what are you?!

Take this seriously, gentlemen.

Very seriously.

How come our gremlin in Downing
Street knows Danny's undercover?

If there's a leak here,
we must plug it now!

Colin...

I'm gonna have to trust you.

I just have to take that leap
in the dark. What do you mean?

Someone has been passing on
the details of the bank operation.

I want you to monitor
all the computers on the grid.

You want me to snitch?!
I don't want to do that, Tom.

(This job asks difficult things
of us sometimes, Colin.)

HE TYPES

I suppose you have evidence?

Computer traffic
from your station, yes.

I coded it good.
Colin uncoded it good.
You've betrayed us.

MI5 is a government department.
I only told Downing Street.

The government can't betray
itself to itself, can it?

Don't be naive, Ruth.
You know exactly what's going on
here. GCHQ planted you on us.

Tom, I so much wanted to join MI5.

To be a real spy.

They said I could have the transfer
if...

very occasionally, I reported
what you were doing. I mean,
this is the first time I've done it.

Reported directly to Amanda Roke?

Well,
now you're a classic double agent.

How does real spying feel?

The horrible thing is,
it's rather exciting.

Ruth...

I've got two officers in the field
at high risk.

Do you want to get Danny or Zoe
crucified on Hampstead Heath?
Don't...

I'll have to tell Harry.

I'm so bloody good at this job.

You know I am.

Well...

..that's that, then.

Of course,
double agents can be turned.

Oh, Tom.

You're on probation.

Oh, thank you.

No, it's not a thing
I should have done. As a banker,
I am ashamed of myself.

Why? What have you done?
I've booked a hotel room.

Well... You don't mind?

No, I love it.

Is it...?
Round the corner, Park Lane.

Oh, you are not thinking
"greasy Italian man"?

Oh, yes, I am.

Shall we...?
It's the Royal Paramount.

Mm, posh. Of course.

But if you don't like...
No, no, I like.

Oh, no!

This feels so decadent.
I'm glad you like it.

Oh, and there is this.

No, no!

How dare you put an obbo team on me!

We rigged that room to see
what we could get. Well, I hope
you all had a good gawp! Oh, Zoe!

Who was on obbo duty?

Colin.

You didn't sign in you were seeing
him. I'm not the first to do that.

Zoe, he took you to rooms used
by a Swiss bank, the same bank the
laundered money was destined for.

Please, God, no!

You know what's
going to have to happen next.

What?

Are you going to tell me
I can carry on sleeping with him
if I inform on him?

I'm sorry, Zoe, I have to tell you.
He's married.

No, he's not. Her name's Maria.

She's the daughter of the Italian
finance minister, Antonio Gustino.
He married very advantageously.

For God's sake, Zoe,
you didn't even look him up!

Mm?

I...

I just wanted...
a little bit of space,

just for my own life, you know?

I will get Colin
to lose that section of the tape

and I will shut him up, but we need
to know if this man is involved.

OK?

Yes.

Tom, something wonderful.

Death certificate.
Maxime Anne Baxter.

Died in Victoria Gardens, Farnham,
31 March 1979, aged 3 months.

Birth certificate. Maxime Anne
Baxter. Born Victoria Gardens,
Farnham, 31 December 1978.

This birth certificate used to get
a minor's British passport in 1990.

My God! What about schools?
On her CV from the bank...

Enrolled Salehill Boarding School
at 13. Good place for an oddball.
Before that, she was meant to go to

Farnham Park - has no record of her.
And there are no records at all -
doctors, anything - before 1990.

So she just appeared in London with
a complete CV? A puzzle, isn't it?

Ruth, great work.

Tom, I'm so glad you think so.

Come with me.

A wild guess.

Try me. Daughter of a powerful man.

Wants her safe in England
and has the clout to get her
a new identity. In 1990.

When the Soviet Union collapsed.
Ex-KGB, turned businessman. I can
see him in the shadows. Can't you?

So?
Can we set up a trap for this girl?

All right. But the budget won't run
to the Docklands shag-pad of
Danny's dreams. His flat will do.

Get a team to erase
Danny's identity and tart it up.

So, er...

we walk round to the hotel?

My lunch time's almost over.
I'd better get back.

But lunch time was your idea.

Emma, have I offended you?

I don't want to see you any more.

What?

It's because of work.

What?

You're a banker and, er...

we're doing some work with the bank.

So?

So there's a conflict of interest.

Dear God, you're talking
like some middle-aged bureaucrat.

I can't have my work compromised.

I'm very ambitious.

I love my work.

It's just this thing I've got.
Hey, don't do this.

Mr Carlo Franceschini.

Who are you? We work for
a government department.

Why should I believe you?
You could be common muggers. Your
father Alberto was born in Milan,

your mother Margherita, maiden name
Pollini, is Italian Swiss.

What is this about?

$1 billion was stolen
from a British bank.

The money was placed in an account
in the bank you work for.
We want the name of its user.

How about the secret name of God
too? The men who stole this money
are major criminals. They kill.

Look, for a bank,
money is morally neutral.

Mr Franceschini, think carefully
about the situation you're in here.

The situation is,
I am sitting as a free man
in a pub in a free country.

Do you wish your wife to receive
copies in the post? Or we could
e-mail them to her. And her father.

You realise, for the Swiss,
a banker's confidence is as binding
as that of a doctor or a priest?

The account is held
in the name of Victor Shvitkoy.

Why did you let us come into this

without knowing one of the most
powerful psychopaths
in the Russian mafia was involved?

Did you know he has an agent
working in your bank?

Oh, no! Not Maxime Baxter.

She is one of our best.

Birth certificate, passport -
everything's false. We believe she
is Victor Shvitkoy's daughter. God!

I have two officers in the field.
One of them is going to meet
this woman in two hours' time.

So we must know, why is Bowman's
Bank involved with this money?

Governor.

Explain.

I have Downing Street's
authorisation?

When the $20 billion of aid
went missing in Moscow,

Victor Shvitkoy asked Sir Richard -
would he be interested in handling
a large sum of money very quickly?

When I reported Shvitkoy's approach
to MI6, they asked me to do
what Shvitkoy wanted. Sting him.

Yes. Steal the money from him.

I instructed John Lightwood
to move the $1 billion
into Shvitkoy's Swiss account.

That was a trial run.

Unfortunately,
Mr Lightwood stole it.

And Shvitkoy found him.

Yes.

What about the other 19 billion?

Shvitkoy is still
going to try to launder it.
He believes I am his creature.

He thinks I can be used.

You realise governmental proximity
cannot be acknowledged?

You mean the Treasury can't be seen
anywhere near laundered money. Yes.

This will be yellow-flagged "top
secret" all the way, have no fear.

An incredibly brave and dangerous
game, Dicky. Nature intended me to
sit behind a desk balancing books,

not go double-crossing
Russian gangsters.

All the more credit to you.
PHONE RINGS

Excuse me.

I must...concentrate.

The idea was...and is...

to steal the money back.
For the Americans?

FOREIGN VOICE: Sir Richard.

Dicky.

I like calling you
by your familiar name.

We are close to doing a famous
thing, a famous theft. You have
no choice but to move the money.

Do you understand?

Yes.

I understand.

Is there something you're still
not telling us? I can assure you...

Governor!

Richard.

Shvitkoy.

SLURRED VOICE: He's transferred
the rest of the money

from Moscow. He's had a stroke.

Account number...

5, 9...

9...

8, 7...

4...

9, 5.

The money will only be at the bank
for a few minutes.
Your man must divert it at once.

I know exactly what "my man"
must do and at what risk.

PHONE RINGS
Yep?

Right.
You look like a man getting a tip.

Something like that.
..Give me the numbers.

59987495.

Want me to repeat that?
Don't bother.

What did you do just then?

How do you mean?

Were you transferring something
in the main foreign accounts? Nah,
just taking a look. ..Taking five.

There is a problem. Speak.
Has the money reached Lugano?
I've not been advised.

Oh, God, no. It's happened again.

All right. Keep calm, CALM!

Listen to me.
Do you know who is responsible?

I think so...yes.

Right, stay with him, do anything
he wants to do. But get him
to tell you where the money is.

Maxime, anything.

Do what I say.

I have just nicked $19 billion!
Danny! What an amazing experience!
Danny, can you just concentrate?

What? Are you with me?

Your lady friend is the daughter
of a Russian hood called Victor
Shvitkoy. He killed John Lightwood.

What are Tom's orders?

Our lovely flat now has the
trappings of a luxury banker's pad.

Can't wait.

Whatever you do, stay with Maxi.
Do whatever you have to
to find out where her father is.

And...be careful, Danny.

Hope there's good booze
in the fridge. I'll do it tonight.

Ready? Dark side of the moon?
Ooh, yes, please.

They're leaving.

Good. Zoe, go after them.

- They're on their way. Black cab.
- I've got a signal.

Are we ready with the flat?
All concurrent surveillance systems
are operational.

Colin, when the word "yes" will do,
use it, right?

Yes. Let's try and stay
on top of this, shall we?

Come on, Danny.

Thought you'd be more upscale
than this, Josh. It does me.
I'm never here. Drinkies? Please.

Ah, shampoo.

Here we go.

What are we celebrating?

I don't know if I should tell you.

I've got some
unbelievably hot info. What?

You wouldn't believe it.

She's... We're OK.

'We're OK.'

Try me.

Good old Sir Richard Bowman's
family bank
is laundering dirty money.

Really?

And, er...I've nicked it.

You've what? It was going from
Moscow to Lugano through Bowman's,
so I put it in my little account.

Well, a very big account now.
How much?

19 billion smacks.

This is very risky.
He's trying to hook her.

Isn't that what John Lightwood did?

Lightwood? Disappeared, hasn't he?

I don't know if you're a brilliant
thief...or a fool or what.

Brilliant thief,
and in a celebrating mood.

Where's the bedroom?

I do love a corny man.

I mean, I'm not actually
stealing the money. No.

I want to return it to its rightful
owner. For a little commission?

Just two mil'.
Lucky I'm not greedy.

No. Little puritan, aren't you?

Trouble is,
I have to find the rightful owner.

Yes, you do, don't you?

Can you help me there?

What makes you ask that?

Instinct.

What happened to that champagne?

I'll be right back.

I think she's... The cleaners
didn't do their job! Everyone, hold!

I'm going. What?
I've left my inhaler. Back home.
Sorry, I'll have to go.

Shall we lift her? Wait.

I'll come with you.

Will you, now?

What do we do? Let them leave.
Danny will be at serious risk.
Yes...thank you.

Done the place up, have you?

It's a real bolt hole.

I got it for a song. Great.

Don't stand in the cold. Come in.

Oh! Bastards...!

So...

Mr Daniel Hunter.

My daughter tells me
she thinks you are very beautiful.

I don't think so.

No?

Well, if I put your eyes out,
you wouldn't have to look
at your face in the mirror.

Look, I'll do you a deal.

Excellent!

This is the deal I want.

Listen...

You have some money of mine
in an account at a bank
called Bowman's and Company.

Kindly tell me the codes,

the number of the account,

so I can enter the details
into this computer
and transfer the money.

Huh?

Listen...

my colleague is holding...

a knitting needle.

And he will now put it straight
through the cornea of your eye

into the optic nerve.

I found this in his clothes.

It's a toothpick.
That's what I thought.

You see, Victor,
tracker equipment's come on a lot
since you were in the KGB.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer
too has asked me to thank you.

It was a highly satisfactory
outcome.

Many thanks.
I do hope your hearing's better.

Sorry, what?

Sorry.

Well, I shall leave you
to your internal debrief. Certainly.

After the excitement, paperwork.
Written statements, then Tom and I
will do the personal debriefings.

Excuse me.

What about the money?

What?

The $19 billion. All of, what,
£13 billion? What happens to it?

The right thing.

Funny, you talking about money
the other day. No, YOU were.

Our Embassy economics analyst has
gone insane. That's nasty for him.

What's freaking him out
is a very strong rumour.

Rumour being...? That the British
Treasury have found a huge sum
to improve the NHS - £13 billion.

There's also a report from Moscow.
Blood-letting amongst the mafia.

$20 billion has disappeared
in London. World Trade Organisation
money, American money.

Rumours, reports. Yeah.

Take a brave thief
to steal from the Russian mob.

What will the American government
do? Give them another 20 billion.

I mean, we can't be seen to be
losing money like that. No, no.

You did a great service
to the country.

You confronted a most dangerous man
and did so with great courage.

We have recovered this.

We believe it belongs to you.

If WE don't go to Egypt, I'll break
this window. Don't be ridiculous!

Major incident alarm!
Treat this as real.

What threat did they make? To bomb
ten British cities. VX. A nerve gas.

What if it's not a drill?
Is anyone feeling unwell?