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What is it? What? Your real name...
Running a phantom agent? Tessa, why?

The money.

Phil, you in there?

Why did you say you were Matthew?
A secret name.

We flatshare. We are NOT married.

I work for MI5. MI5...!

BURSTS OF AUTOMATIC FIRE

Wilder! Maynard! Join the fun!

Our Russian friend's off his head.
Where did the sheikh get him?

His Highness chooses his friends
with great care. Once chosen...

..they're very well-treated indeed.

God! If certain colleagues
in my party could see this.

Ooh!

There are killjoys in my lot, too.
I find it best to LIE about fun.

Ah, Your Highness,
everything to your liking? At last.

A British weapon
that actually works.

Tovarishch!

You are enjoying the desert?
Oh, yes. A lot to offer.

Your Highness, Gentlemen, shall we?

Come on! Come on!

Um...

That's for you.

No show yet.

What's keeping him? Paying
the governor his backhander(!)

There he is. Here we go.

Hampton! Hampton, look at me!
Hampton! Come on, come on!

ALL SHOUT

How did they treat you inside, sir?

I want to apologise.

I've let down my colleagues,
my friends...

..and my country. But I have
now paid for that mistake.

Mr Wilder! BBC TV. Was
the real reason for conviction

your illegal arms sales
whilst Minister?

I now go into private life.

The one shining thing for me,
from my time in prison,

is to have found that
the Lord Jesus is my saviour.

SHOUTING CONTINUES
Thank you. Thank you very much.

We're in. Close the car park.
Number one here.

Well, HELLO, Harry. Hello, Hampton.
This better be about something big.

How about the fall
of the Government?

And you are...? I thought we'd talk
somewhere congenial. Good Lord.

Champagne?

Why not?

You probably see through this.
You're poisoning me(!)

A new interrogation technique.

To disorientate the subject.
What do you think of it so far?

I'm not here for an interrogation.
I am here at my own request.

Actually, I think I'll go...

You must realise you remain
a category A security risk.

Oh, how I've missed tough women.
..Thank you very much.

Cheers. ..Thank you, number nine.

Oh. Right.

Yeah. You call yourself
by numbers now? The latest fad.

Some Armani-suited youth advising
the Joint Intelligence Committee.

I don't want the waiter here.

..Thank you. We'll pour from now on.
Yes, sir.

Before we talk seriously,

would you mind if we joined in
a moment of prayer? You're joking.

Will you do the honours? Of course.

Lord of all who sees all, look down
upon thy humble servants...

Harry's gone way overboard
after that Pysch Ops seminar
on disorientation effects.

What are they doing?
They're praying.

..Amen.

Thank you for that, Hampton.

Now... Could you possibly tell us
why you want to see us?

Well, my trial was a deal with the
Government, of course. If I shut up
and went down for embezzlement,

I wouldn't be prosecuted for
treason. But when I was IN what is
laughably called the prison system,

I was consumed by a wholesome,
burning hatred for those hypocrites

who couldn't get enough of me
as the rising star and wouldn't
come near me when I fell. So...

I wrote my memoirs.

Very full, very frank memoirs.
And these memoirs tell...?

Everything. Oh, the parties, who
slept with who, that kind of thing -

but at a more profound level,

I reveal how I tried to
arrange a second super-gun.

Another? It didn't work out.
But a lot did.

The illegal trade in arms
is worth MILLIONS to this country.

A blind eye is turned
in all sorts of corners.

And, of course, my main client

was the royal family of
the Confederated Gulf States.

You wrote about Sheikh Rasul?
Indeed. A wonderful host, you know.

In my memoirs, I recount -
rather well, I think -

how, one beautiful night
in the desert,

I corrupted a fellow
British politician into
the Sheikh's service...

Well, ask me who. Who?

Richard Maynard.

Oh, yes.
He fell open like a ripe peach.

Squelch(!)

Dick Maynard is one of the most
respected men in Parliament.

The PM's favourite,
bosom friend, certainly -

but respected?

Most of his party think he's
a sanctimonious little shit.

What exactly did you write about
him? How he continues my work.

How he's hand in glove with
the sheikh's Mr Fix-it, a Russian
by the name of Sergai Lermov.

'Do you know him?'

Lermov - bucket of filth.

'If you wanted revenge,'

why did you tell us this? Why not
just print it? That WAS the plan.

But as my sentence wore on...

Christ...began...

..to work in me.

Five weeks ago,
I let Him into my life. And...

now I bitterly repent
writing that book.

Then why didn't you burn it?

I couldn't. Why not? I went to its
hiding place, but it had gone. Gone?

This may come as a surprise to you.

Prison's FULL of thieves(!)
You told the governor? Absurd!

You could've asked to see us then.

This is the first opportunity,
and I am doing my duty.

I want you to find it

and destroy it.

What you wrote - is it true?

Oh, yes.

Illegal arms sales in my day
was relatively innocent.

But now...! Weapons sold
by a cabinet minister
reaching terrorist groups...

being turned back on the
country of manufacture...?

Who could survive the scandal?

The Government would fall.

Where exactly in the prison did you
hide this political neutron bomb?

During my time behind bars,
I became a very keen gardener...

Is that what I think it is?

Fancy a spliff, then(?)
LAUGHTER

Jesus Christ.

Dope, five knives, and porn videos.
No deadly memoirs. They don't exist.

Why so sure? Wilder is a liar.

He got under your skin!
There's a sense of...evil about him.

MI5 doesn't DO evil,

just treachery, treason
and Armageddon.

The man lies as naturally
as the rest of us breathe.

Oh, what the hell!
You don't get it, Tess. Get what?

It's not what Wilder's memoirs say
on Maynard - or whether they exist.

It's about the damage the
very idea of them can do.

That's how scandal works.
Well, then, he's way ahead.

He's got us digging up
prison gardens

and fingering the PM's best friend.

Do you suggest we ignore it all?
We must check Maynard out. I know!

Routine MOD briefing tomorrow.

I've moved heaven and earth to get
Maynard there. I want you to sit in.

Stroke him, see if he meows.

Wilder and Maynard visited the
Confederated Gulf States nine years
ago. General goodwill business trip,

cross-party, sealing a deal on some
small British arms, nothing special.
And there was a night in the desert.

Maynard's file...

And Wilder's.

Ellie?

This is my daddy!

Matthew Archer. ..Hello, Tom. Hi.

Oh, yeah.

The man who fiddles with computers.
That's it.

And you're the oilman ex.
You just back from the Gulf?

Mmm.
It's a glamorous part of the world.

You should come out there, Ellie.
Gushes oil, doesn't it?

Just like you gushed
promises to Ellie.

Maisie, why don't we
go and do a drawing?
(Don't do this in front of my kid.)

You haven't been "in front of"
your kid for two years.

..Go on, cupcake,
do Mummy a drawing. OK.

I'll do one with a THICK crayon.

Cupcake.

I'm warning you...

chummy(!)

Thank you very much.

Ring me.

'Police Central. Traffic.'
Brian? It's Mark Hodd.

'Mark, you home again?'
Back in the land of the living.

Listen, Brian, I want to pull
a favour off you. A car number.

'Yeah, OK, just for you.'
You are brilliant.

Red Saab...

You said your name was Matthew.
Slip of the tongue. No, it wasn't.

It comes out of what is wrong.
It's your bloody job.

Look...I hardly know what
my name is myself, sometimes.

Boo-hoo, poor you!

And poor me. And poor Maisie.

Ellie... Don't speak.

Because anything you say
will be wrong, OK?

Maisie and I are going
to Di's old flat.

Where? Di's flat.

You can't leave.
You won't be secure.

If the door's still dodgy,
I'll get a deadlock...

No, you might not be safe
because of me.

What do you mean?

In the service, dependents can
sometimes be at risk. Risk?

Yeah. I'm talking generally.
I just...

What do you mean? Once you've lived
with a spy, you can't leave,

for reasons of national security(?)

There is a risk. It's why the
service doesn't like mixed affairs.

What? MI5 officers sleeping with...

Um...

real people.

Oh, so they want you
to sleep with each other(!)

Well, better go and find
yourself a little Mata Hari
the job approves of.

Have you any idea how horrible
these things sound?

"Dependents at risk",
"mixed affairs".

Maisie and I will pack our things.

This is so unfair.

Do you mean to me, or to you?

Tessa, Maynard's here.

Minister. How are you? Hello, Harry!

..Miss Tessa Phillips. How do
you do, Miss Phillips? Very well,
thank you, Minister. Well, Harry!

Never been briefed in the holy of
holies! You've been to Thames House,
surely? Never. Looks like an office.

I suppose it's all in the mind,
secrecy. Absolutely. Shall we?

The illegal export
of battlefield weapons...

We're keen to have interdepartmental
input on this, so I'd like to thank
the Minister for being here.

I would like us all to look
at this man. Sergai Lermov.

Ex-cultural attache at the Russian
Embassy - that is, ex-KGB. Yes,
where are all the old comrades now?

Well, some, like Mr Lermov
have become powerful men.

At present resident in London, works
for a charity, Hope For Chechnya -
which gets food and medicine

to that wretched part of the planet,
no doubt wrapped in the odd
rocket-grenade launcher(!)

Sometimes, you have to remind
yourself of the reality
with which you're dealing.

He is an arms dealer and a spy.
We have had him under surveillance.

We believe he informs on Chechnyan
contacts to Russian Intelligence.

His immigration status? We can throw
him out any time. Why don't we?

He's a middle-man for a gun-running
cartel run out of the Confederated
Gulf States - a "friendly" country.

Indeed. What we need, Minister,
is to liaise closely.

It would help us enormously
if you could authorise a thorough
audit of all weapons stocks.

A massive task.

We suspect weapons are being stolen
and sold through this man. Dear God!

Well, of course,
we will co-operate fully.

Thank you, Minister.
..Well, that concludes things.

Then, on behalf of my colleagues,
I'd like to thank you for this
briefing. So reassuringly alarming.

Very informative, Harry.

I... I think I met him. Lermov.
On a trip a few years ago.

Unsavoury bastard, I thought.
I told MI6, of course. Of course.

Would you like a personal
tour of the more sensitive
areas of Thames House?

Well, that would be very exciting.

There are cameras. Where? Tiny.
State of the art. See? Good Lord!

It's a new security drive. Since the
war on terrorism began, there's been
much more money for everything.

Oh, yes. Not perfect.

There's a dead spot just
beyond the doors. Oh, dear.

They're out to get to you.

What do you mean? Oh, Dick...

What are you involved with?

Well...

with you.

Yes.

I don't think so... I do.

SHE MOANS
(Oh, Tessa!)

(Tessa!)

(TESSA!)

Shh!

(Tessa!)

(Tessa, you are completely mad!)

Well, a bonk in the MI5 building,
it's got to be worth some Air Miles.

For God's sake, let's just...

We've got to talk. Somewhere safe.

PHONE RINGS

Oh, Brian. Yeah. What you got?

'Mark, that number
you gave me is LISTED.'

What's "listed" mean? 'Listen,
I don't know you, I don't want to,

'I never have. I've got to go.'
What?

TYRES SCREECH

Good evening, sir. You what?
Could we ask you a few questions?

What about? The phone call
you just made.

What do YOU know about my calls?
Not going to be stupid, are you?

That's Lermov.

Where is it?
Back of the bowling-green hut.

Orders from Moscow, eh, Sergai?

We are not lifting you, OK?
This is not a lift.

You're not MI6. Why not?

You have bad manners. Never mind the
messenger. Message is, you're blown.

You're '5!
You've been blown for months.

You're very confident,
aren't you? Yeah, very much.

You think you're safe because you've
the powers of the State behind you.

But the State can disappear -
like that! I know. I've seen this.

Cold War. We won, you lost.

What is it you want? Your contact
in the Ministry of Defence,

helping you with illegal
weapons procurement.

He's in jail.
But he has a successor.

Really? Well, you must introduce me.
Sergai, we won't touch you.

You're simply a window through which
we see the filthy world you live in.

But you must try to keep open.

We own you now, Sergai.

I have friends
more powerful than you.

OK, Bill.

Just like the good old days, hmm?

The name you want
is Richard Maynard.

Are you taking kickbacks from
illegal arms sales in the Gulf?

What?!

Dick, they're going to
crawl all over you.

How well do you know Sergai Lermov?
I told Harry. I met him once.

Where's this coming from?

Hampton Wilder came to see us
the moment he was released.

Hampton Wilder?
You believe...? You must be joking!

Are you involved in ANY deal?

Do you for a moment believe...?

Believe that you're an unpatriotic,
lying bastard? I don't know.

You can cheat on your wife, maybe
you can cheat on your country.

Oh, God!

I can help you.

But you've got to tell me.

There is nothing to tell.

I want my solicitor.

Don't be a wusser.

What is this?

You made a phone call to a Sgt Brian
Malhorn at Metropolitan Central.

You asked him as a favour
to trace the car of this man.

Sergeant Malhorn has
been suspended from duty

and at this time, is having a nasty
experience with Special Branch.

You can't do this. We can't do
EVERYTHING we'd like with you,

but we can do a great deal.

Everything OK?

Fine.

The money from that agent of mine,
is it safe?

It's important. (You mean
the agent that doesn't exist?)

It's a deep operation, Zoe.
Be careful.

Right!

(The money's safe.)

Oh, no... Zoe, please!

What are you drinking?

Your vodka.

Go and have a look.

One, two, three...

I knew you were pulling my leg.
Fancy a REAL drink?

What is that! Cold tea.

A Mr Lermov up top.

Yes, thank you, Gabriel.
He's a guest. You can show him down.

Anyone else goes to
the upstairs bar. Yes, sir.

Ah, Sergai. I'm just having a drink
before the opera, but do join me.

Help yourself...to a drink.

Get rid of those imbeciles.

You'll have to be precise.

You are MI6,
I talk to the real toffs. Not MI5.

Ah, THOSE imbeciles.
What have they been doing to you?

They are threatening me.

Duraki!

They want to own me. Me!

You seem to have every
security service in the world
claiming they own you.

Maybe we should have a special tie.
The I-Ran-Sergai-Lermov Club.

You are taking me seriously? I'll
always take you seriously, Sergai.

Remember how we first met? Moscow -
that dead boy in the Hotel Ukraine?

I saved you from your masters
over that affair. Yeah. We go back.

We certainly do.

So, what did the children want?

A name. Well, they certainly
seem to have you rattled!

Well, come on, don't pricktease,
you Russian baboon. What name?

They wanted to know if I had
dealings with Richard Maynard.

Did they, now?

I admired Maynard.
I thought he was a good man. He is.

Lermov is probably lying. Why?!

In our nature, whichever side
you're on. Still a question.

Have Special Branch pull
Maynard and squeeze him.

That's not wanted.
What do you mean, not wanted?! What?

Downing Street? They want
to protect Maynard's reputation.

They don't want to destroy him.

Is it up to MI5 to keep a
politician from embarrassment?

If Maynard goes down in
an arms-sale scandal,

the floodgates open. The Government
could collapse. This crosses a line!

We are NOT protecting the country,
but a political party.

Christ's sake! There is no line.
That official?

As far as you're concerned, yes.

But we find out everything.
Knowledge is power.

Is there something else?

Lermov said he'd "powerful friends".

I got the impression
he's being protected. By who?

Aw, God!

MUSIC: Die Walkure
by Wagner

"MORSE CODE" PAGER BLEEPS

BUTTONS BLEEP

(Do you mind awfully
not doing that?)

Are YOU a Nazi, Madam?
I beg your pardon?

I mean, we Wagner fans
are a rum lot.

I myself bugger skinheads...

..so kindly don't tell me
what I can or cannot do.

Danny. Hmm?

I'm scared.

Why?

Because I don't know
whether to tell...

or not.

They should give us training,
shouldn't they? How To Decide
Decisions When You Are Drunk.

Eh?! A pissed...spooks'...course.

I'll drink to that.

Tessa's running phantom agents.

How do you know?

Because I went to meet one.
And she turned up and she told me.

SHE YELPS

Coffee. Now.

This is irritating.

Gentlemen, thank you so much
for coming out here.

Die Walkure - I've been waiting
for it all year. Was it worth it?
You're not "Wagner", are you?

Isn't it the most repugnant
music ever written?

Mmm, it is a bit of a
closet thing these days.

People can't handle the dark side.
So, what can I do you for?

Have you turned an SVR agent,
Sergai Lermov?

Sergai - terrific agent. We noticed
your Section A's been all over him.

We've had to have a word with him.

May I ask why? Trying to smear
a government minister.

Sergai will say anything of anyone.
That's his charm.

I assume we're talking
about the Dick Maynard thing.

Jools, what is going on?

OK, I'll send them over
in the morning. Send what over?

Hampton Wilder's memoirs.

It's what you're salivating for, no?

They exist? Of course they exist.

We dug them up as soon
as he put them in the rose bed.

You really aren't
on top of this, are you?

We put an agent in as an inmate.
To keep an eye.

MI6 agent in prison?

What do you have on Maynard?

Any trace that he and
Lermov did business?

Not outside the memoirs.
So, this is a straight slander.
It looks that way...

All right, I'll tell you.

It was Dick Maynard who
shopped Hampton Wilder to us.

Without him, Wilder would
never have been brought down.
Straight revenge?

Well, whistle blowers do
tend to play their own tune.

You distrust Maynard?

To my mind, there's an ambiguity
there. ..Do you DO ambiguity, Tom?

No. In the end, a thing's
a lie or it's true.

..What an admirable point of view!

Well, mustn't miss
the Ride Of The Valkyrie!

Nice to see you gentlemen
working so late.

Thank God someone's
running the country while
we're all at the opera.

Why is he being so nice to us?
I do not know.

So, Tessa's been taking you
into her confidence?

She gave me money. The ten grand
next door, behind the plug socket?

Yeah, I was giving your room a
sweep. Part of the game.

I don't want to play that any more,
OK? What's Harry say?

Nothing. Haven't told him. Oh.

What if it's a real op
Tessa's running? I can't just...

That involves giving you ten grand?
She's got to be bent, Zoe.

It's just, Tessa's... What?!

I don't know, she... She was
what I always wanted to be.

I thought she was fantastic, Danny,
OK? Still do.

She's eating you alive.
Go to Harry in the morning.

You've laid it on me. Now I'M
involved. It's my problem...

I... Shit! I've got to keep
squeaky clean with Harry.

He said I could be one of
the brightest and the best.

Yeah. He said that to me, too.

Well, then we are both great spooks.

You think?

YOU are - you got at my vodka.

Look, Zoe...
Don't let Tessa mash you up.

You're too...

DOORBELL RINGS

SECOND RING

Go.

I have decided to say yes. Ah.

Great...

Wow!

Nice flat!

You must be Sally. Celestine
told me about you. Did he?

So, what is going on?

My cat died.

Yeah...

I got pissed. What was it?
Er, just a tabby.

Claws.

So sad!

Don't worry, we can get you
another pussycat.

Where's the rest room? Oh, just...

DOOR SHUTS
OK. Speak.

I asked her to spend the weekend.
Did you?! Not a word to me!

You're not my mum.
Pointless to ask if you cleared it?

I didn't really think it'd happen.
And cover stories?

I'm City exchange-room dealer.
Oh, are you? What am I? A cleaner.

A what?! Shh! Hey, she asked what
my flatmate did, and that's what
I said. For God's sake, Danny!

Celestine...? Take a shower?

Where are you from? Vladivostok. Ah,
the mysterious east of our country.

SEXY Far East!

Do you miss Russia?
My motherland is...

anywhere I'm being shagged.

LERMOV LAUGHS

Like here.

Why not?

In the heart of what used to be
the British Empire.

BOTH LAUGH

Prekrasnaia noch, ah?

They say you're a party animal.

Who say? Who say I am a...?

Death to traitors of the motherland!

Hmm...?

OK.

PHONE RINGS

What's going on?

Er...I've just got to go into work.

In the middle of the night?
Crisis on the Singapore market.

Sally, why are you dressed?
Er...early office cleaning.

You go back to bed, love.

Maybe I will,
maybe I won't..."love".

Danny and Zoe are coming in. No.
This is not for lower ranks.

Going Army on us, Harry?

You can't leave her here.
We've got to.

There are bills, stuff with our
real names on, all over this flat.

She won't notice. It's terrible
tradecraft! Just throw her out.

But I like her.
Well, throw her out nicely.

PHONE RINGS

Yeah? 'It's me.' Oh, Rodney...

'You can go back to bed now.'
Right.

It's off.
DOOR THUDS

I'm coming back to bed! What
happened to Singapore? It went away.

And the cleaning?

It wasn't that bloody dirty.

Look, don't go. You want to
sleep with her AND with me(?)

You are insane!

I just want a normal life.

Yeah, I know.

Knifed by a bit of rough?
I thought Lermov was more of a pro.

He had a fondness for
a fumble in the dark.

How many hardened pros
are felled by that?

You thinking what I'm thinking?

12 hours after fingering a corrupt
minister, Lermov is murdered. So...

ALARM WHOOPS
..maybe Maynard...has a guardian
angel. TURN THAT THING OFF, SOMEONE!

What's going on?
The pod's stopped someone.

Is this some kind of
infantile practical joke?
Thank you, Tess, Jed.

Jolly japes in the
playground, Tom(?)

I don't think you'll be
bloody laughing long!

There is someone in this building
who is seriously disloyal.

We could be looking at
him or her right now.

A serious allegation about
your sister service.

My "sister" should be given
a whack on the behind!

I don't find that helpful. Helpful?!

You get an excellent asset of mine
killed, and you want my HELP?

Oh, well. Suffer the little children
to come unto the senior service(!)

I suppose you want to READ Wilder's
memoirs? That would be useful.

I don't know that I can entrust
such sensitive material to this
organisation, but I am taking pity.

I suppose we are, after all,
on the same side.

Needless to say, I expect your
registry to monitor all readings.

Thank you. It's been a very, very
long night. The death of an agent,

and possibly one of the
worst productions of
Wagner I've ever seen.

God, the Valkyries were
wearing scuba gear!

Goodnight to you, gentlemen.

He's setting us up.
I can feel it in my water. How?

I don't know.
We'll read this in the morning.

You go at Maynard. Hard.
He's a minister.

We'll need Downing Street clearance.
Bugger Downing Street.

Dick!

How are you? Let's have a walk.

Everyone, this is a speed-reading
job. You know the procedure.

Nobody to leave the Grid
until we're done.

All copies numbered, to be collected
by Registry. Look for inconsistency,

errors of fact, anything that
will discredit the manuscript

or, indeed, verify it.
Maximum concentration!

Begin.

Christ!

Shit!

Christ!

Christ! Christ!

LOUD LAUGH

Margaret Thatcher - page 82!

ALL: Christ!

The wonders of the end of
the Tube line, eh?

You come out of a station and
you're...sort of nowhere!

Some woods up there.
Let's go take a look.

Why?

So I can put a bullet in
the back of your neck, why else?

I only met Sergai Lermov once.

He was stabbed last night.

Stabbed to death.

I'm sorry - terrible,
but nothing to do with me.

GOOD for you, though. How?

Lermov can't be a witness against
you. Are you saying that I...?

Illegal arms is a dangerous world
to be involved in. I'm NOT involved!

God, what times we live in!

Does SAYING you're innocent
prove you guilty?

It all began nine years ago,
didn't it?

That's you, Lermov, Hampton Wilder.

A night under the stars.

All right,
I'll tell you what happened.

Wilder made a proposal.
He wanted me to come in on a deal.

Involving what?

The illegal sale of
anti-tank weapons.

I was on the Commons Committee
scrutinising procurement.

He wanted me to make sure no-one
got wind of it. And did you?

No, I went straight to MI6!
I SHOPPED Wilder.

Dear God, it was me who put them
onto him, I brought him down.

So why am I being persecuted?
I mean...

Who is doing this to me?

I think we'll ALL know soon.
What do you mean?

Harry? "O ship of state!"

What are we, on the great
ship of state? The engine room?

Hardly. I think we're the laundry -

cleaning disgusting stains
from the officers' sheets.

Um... Right, I think that's
everyone done. Can I read this?

Don't bother. It's trash.

I imagine their real meaning will
become apparent by tomorrow morning.

Everyone, please write up your notes
ASAP. For now, stay where you are.

Registry will collect and account
for each copy. Thanks for your work.

Oh.

I, um...

You "um" what?

Is there anything I can do?
To help you settle in, or...

Is Mark in there with you?

Why? Don't know, I just thought...

Did you do something to him?
Like what?

I don't know.

His flat's empty. His mobile's dead.

He got a mate of his in the Met
to put a trace on my car.

And your zombies frightened him off?

It could've been someone
trying to get to me.

But actually, it was
the father of my child. Yeah.

I didn't try and stop them
giving him a hard time.

I'm sorry.

You're despicable. I'm in love...

Ellie...

Ellie!

You've seen the centre spread?
Someone leaked, didn't they?

Danny, shut up.

There is no way the leak came
from us. I know. I was scrupulously
paranoid about copies. Who, then?

Remain calm. Steer the ship onward.

KNOCK
Come!

Sorry, but...

No, no... Danny. It's all over the
wires. Richard Maynard's resigned.

Well. There we have it.
Thank you, Danny.

Maynard's resigned.

Spectacular, isn't it, when
politicians destroy themselves?

Go away, you nasty little man.

Huh! Sorry(!)

So, if it's not us and
it's not Downing Street, it's...

Are you there yet?
Jools Siviter. Go on.

The sisters are using the memoirs
to get rid of Maynard. On...

MI6 got hold of Wilder's memoirs -
full of hatred for Maynard -

and are using them to destroy him.

They're setting us up,
to blame us for the leak. Oh, yes.

Maynard shopped Wilder to MI6.
Why would they turn against him?

I think I may have drinkies
with Mr Siviter.

And I think this thing
stinks to high heaven.

Have they just destroyed a good man?

Don't brood, Tom. Politicians
are conniving, wheeler-dealing scum.

Don't have a fit of morals over
them. They wouldn't, over you. Mmm.

HE MUTTERS IN GERMAN

KNOCKS AT DOOR

Harry, this is a surprise.

..Ahem!

Look, you bastards, I...

Why, a secret policeman(!)

Can I offer you something?
No, thank you.

I thought alcohol would
welcome me back, but...

she's turned against me.

You leaked about Maynard
to the press, didn't you?

Ah.

You lied about Richard Maynard,
didn't you?

I don't think HE'LL ever forgive me.

Nor do I. You destroyed his career.
I didn't mean him.

Did YOU throw Lermov to the wolves?
No idea who did that.

Good riddance, though.

He was getting much too big
for his murky pond.

It's over. I'm done for.

You self-pitying bastard.
Fight back.

Oh, wake up, Tessa. I've been
destroyed. I can't stand this.

Not after what I've done for you.

And...what, pray, was that?

I had a man killed for you.

Another?

Why?

Why what?
Why did you destroy Maynard?

Lermov? You had him...?

How could you possibly do that?

It was simple. I tipped off the
Russians. He was two-timing them.

And why would you think,
in any conceivable, twisted way,

that his death would help me?

He could've exposed you.
It was a gift. "Gift"?

A man's life? Dear God!

Well, I know that secret services
can be ruthless, but...

Ah, well.

From what I hear, he was a dog.

Good riddance.

"From what you hear"?

You mean, from what you KNOW.

So, WAS he bent?

I've no idea, and don't really care.

I am going to sit here and drink
your drink until you tell me.

You think you can go one-to-one
with me in a drinking contest?

Oh, yes.

You slandered Maynard.
He was innocent.

I wanted revenge.

But I genuinely repent
writing those memoirs.

I'd like you to believe that.
I was going to destroy them.

I went to dig them up.
They weren't there.

Someone else had need of them.

No. No corrupt dealings
with Lermov, ever.

If you're innocent, why resign?

Political critical mass.
The rumours were too much.

They could've damaged the PM.
Even he had to ask me to go.

I agreed, of course. He's my friend.

He's left you with nothing.
Hmm...not exactly.

I've been offered a professorship,
teaching politics at Harvard.

It's been kept warm for me
for some time.

You're going to America?
I'm being looked after. A new life.

No politics, no wife...

no mistress. Looking forward to it.

Goodbye, Tessa.

All right, Harry.

Richard Maynard was fast-tracking
up through the Government ranks.

With his Middle Eastern knowledge
and Ministry of Defence experience,

he would all too soon have made
a brilliant Foreign Secretary.

There was no way we or the Foreign
Office would allow that. Why not?

Because snow-white Richard Maynard

was a CIA asset.

Well, could we REALLY have a British
Foreign Secretary who's a CIA agent?

'When did they recruit him?
Years back.'

When did you find out?
Six months ago.

Drunken conversation with an
American "cousin" in this very bar.

Didn't the PM...? The PM is blind
to the faults of his friends.

We ran another reason
for dumping Maynard.

The memoirs were a godsend. It's
a good outcome all round, Harry.

Nasty foreigner dead,
dodgy Brit disgraced.

Ship afloat. ..Absolutely!

I have been involved
in a filthy trade.

Weapons I helped to be sold
illegally have almost certainly
found their way to terrorists.

And I wrote lies

that destroyed a good man.

You think I'm irredeemable,
don't you?

I think that's between
you and your Saviour.

If you really believe in Him.

Oh, I do.

But he asks a heavy price.

No doubt.

Do you want to see?

I'm sorry?

I can't live with myself, you see.

Not REALLY.

Yeah.

I'll leave you to your prayers.

DOORBELL RINGS

Come in.

I need a drink.
We're way ahead of you, boss.

A nuclear post.

If there's any danger,
we must act now.

ONE is 45 times as deadly
as Chernobyl.

..Busting your enemy's a fine art.
No, we agreed!

..An MI5 inside MI5?
Who was aware of this?

This is the man in whom you trust(?)