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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(?)