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Harry, I want to retire. I'm too old for this.

Then go home, Malcolm. Go home and rest.

Sarah Caulfield. Libby McCall's replacement at Grosvenor Square?

If you really are the new broom, it's time to sweep away the rubbish.

Where's the uranium? I won't tell you.

There is a woman, though, who also knows what I want.

She doesn't know. Sometimes it's the pain of others that can make people break.

Get in the car! What have you done with my family?

Your husband and the boy are about to die.

Harry! I can't.

Please! The uranium will be used to build a dirty bomb.

It could kill thousands of children.

But I can only see mine in front of me.

If you kill the child, it will be for gratification but not for any purpose, because

I won't tell you if you do or if you don't.

Kill the man. No!

This is all your fault, Harry!

The boy? Your... Nico. Yes.

His aunt came to take him home.

But you're the... No, I'm not. I'm not anything, Harry.

George was your husband.

We were never formally married.

There was no ceremony.

We talked about it,

laughed about who we wouldn't invite.

Couldn't you go back?

What kind of a welcome party do you think they'll throw for me?

You would have let him die.

I'm not asking for forgiveness, Ruth.

What are you asking for then? I came to tell you that...

I will sort something out for you.

Sort something out?

With regard to your status in this country.

You have a knighthood, Harry and, er, I'm dead. There's our status.

I want to make it better. And if you need work...

Oh, God. Ruth, I'm trying!

I'm trying.

With all my limitations, which you know better than anybody.

Yes. Yes, well, you know, thanks for that.

Thanks for trying.

'Welcome, children, to Western Sands and our presentation on energy.

'Britain used to have its own gas from the North Sea.

'But when that ran out, we had to start buying it from other countries.

'We get our gas in two forms - either through pipelines

'from Europe and Scandinavia,

'or in liquefied form on tankers from countries like Qatar.

'This brand-new processing...'

They look so bored.

Beats school.

'..gas that go straight to your homes or fuels the turbines in our power stations

'that produce electricity.' PHONE BEEPS

'..which is why this new plant is helping to save the earth from overheating.'

SIREN WAILS What the hell's going on?

'So you can be sure, your future is safe with us.'

SIREN WAILS AND ALARM SOUNDS 'Please evacuate by the nearest exit.

'Please evacuate by the nearest exit.

'Please evacuate by the nearest exit. Please evacuate by the nearest exit.

'Please evacuate by the nearest exit. Please evacuate by the nearest exit.'

The explosion that rocked the Western Sands Gas Processing Plant

has raised serious questions about Britain's energy suppliers.

The Home Secretary, in a statement to the House of Commons, has said

there is no reason to panic and that alternative supplies are on hand.

There were no reported casualties in the explosion

and the emergency services were on site, assessing the scale of the damage.

Did you see that American financier on Newsnight? Said Britain

wasn't worth investing in any longer. I pay no attention to the witterings of the rentier class, Ros.

Ah, good. Home Secretary.

Ms Myers. Home Secretary.

The blast at Western Sands was not terror related. It was an accident.

Despite every Tom, Dick and Osama claiming responsibility.

Our whole energy policy is based on

importing and processing liquefied gas supplies. The plant will be closed for at least six months.

We will only have enough gas to supply 20% of our power station needs.

We will have to increase piped supply. Norway.

Harry loves the Norwegians. The Christmas Tree.

I make no apologies for appreciating the stability of a Scandinavian energy supplier.

They're already supplying most of our remaining piped gas.

Can't meet such a big increase in the short-term. The Russians?

Impossible. Their demands are not just financial. Which leaves us Tazbekstan.

Christ. The Tazbeks? We have little choice.

The Tazbeks are already in London. It will need your close attention.

They have a new government, anxious to make friends.

Their idea of good governance is to

drop their political opponents into boiling water.

They might just be on to something with that last one.

When will we see the impact of the gas shortage? Reserves will last a week.

That must be kept from the press.

Without a quick deal, the immediate future is both very dark and very cold.

No lights on that tree this year, Harry.

Have you spoken to Ruth? The gas crisis is more urgent.

Can't believe they let that happen. Bloody disgraceful we didn't build up reserves when we produced the stuff.

Hey, Jo, wait up. CAR HORN

TYRES SKID

Tariq, are you OK?

Have you got a death wish?

Came out of nowhere. Well, you look all right. Unlike your bike, which is a write-off.

That's my social life sorted for the next two weeks.

Come on, wanna walk in with somebody on my first day.

What is that?

Malcolm's replacement. Jo's been showing him the ropes. Lighten up, Ros,

it's service modernisation. Tell him to lose the T-Shirt, we're not the bloody NME awards.

OK, Rustam Urazov is the Tazbek Trade and Industry Secretary and our biggest potential headache.

From now on, his codename will be "Thumper".

We have intelligence that Thumper's going to spice up his visit by taking out this woman.

Bibi Saparova, she's an exiled poet from a prominent Tazbek family that

Thumper waged a personal vendetta against.

Why? Well, they're everything he's not.

Educated, liberal, arty and half-Russian.

Thumper hates Russians, full stop.

Her father was imprisoned and tortured, her mother killed herself,

and her younger sister was murdered.

Bibi's the last of the Saparovas and the missing head in his trophy cabinet.

She's also the one organising protests at the Tazbek delegation's hotel. A good-looking exiled poet.

Goes down well in Hampstead. Yeah, I'm not having her disrupting such important talks.

How did she even know where the delegation was? She might be a pain,

but letting Thumper wipe out his enemies on our soil is taking hospitality a bit far.

So let's keep Bibi out of the picture.

I want to know everywhere she goes and everyone she talks to.

Nothing and nobody gets in the way of their signature on that document.

Thank you so much for coming. We are so pleased to see you.

Ochen rad s vami poznakomitsya. HE WHISPERS IN RUSSIAN

Er, my Prime Minister, he does not speak such good English.

Thank you for translating and please congratulate him on his new job.

Big step up from the cotton factory, I'd imagine.

This is Eliza MacFarlane, my assistant.

She'll be your point of contact here. Hello.

I am always happiest in the company of a beautiful woman.

You speak very good English, Mr Urazov.

It is the only language of the world, no?

I know that your banks are only kept afloat by the state,

you don't make anything any more, even the Polish plumbers have gone home.

But while the English language survives...

We're marginally better off than Tazbekstan?

Who is this? This is Sir Harry Pearce,

stalks the corridors of power spreading good cheer.

Yes, Sir Harry, a sense of humour is very important in time of crisis.

And you really do have a crisis.

The fact that we need your gas is not going to be something

we're trying to conceal in these negotiations, Mr Urazov.

Doing business with you will enrage the Russians.

They'd much rather we did a deal with them. Except they will demand every first-born British child

in return. We'd certainly rather deal with more reasonable people like yourselves.

Well, you know what they say about my enemy's enemy, Mr Home Secretary.

You know, we did have some protestors at our hotel.

I was surprised at this.

We'll find you a better hotel.

Why? Do you not have the Tower of London to throw your troublemakers in any more?

Still using it for our football team after the last World Cup.

Ah, football.

If only everything was so simple.

Look, I'm sorry about what happened to our deal with the uranium.

I was overruled.

Very ungrateful of Harry.

But I'm glad you didn't send Ros this time.

But I'm glad you're not holding a grudge.

Ooh, I didn't say that.

But I'm the agency's liaison officer so, here we are...

liaising.

So, what was it you wanted to liaise about?

Word is you've secretly flown in a delegation from Tazbekstan

to discuss an emergency energy deal. We were aiming for low-key rather than secret.

We don't like their regime or their human rights record.

Wow! A lecture from the Americans about ethical trade policy.

Hey, we're the good guys now. Why don't you go to the Russians?

The Russians will try to screw us on price.

The Tazbek Trade and Industry secretary is a rapist and a murderer.

We know all about Mr Urazov's past.

Watch Rustam Urazov.

One of our assets tells us he has plans for an old enemy over here.

'Visual on Bibi. Over to you, Echo Four.'

'Copy that.

'She's going back to the internet cafe, Comms are up.'

Hello. Bibi, thank you so much for coming. Thank you.

Please...

How come we couldn't meet at your house?

I am certain MI5 have me bugged.

My wife teases me, says I'm paranoid.

Just because you're paranoid...

What did you want to talk to me about?

I have it from a very good source that Rustam Urazov is going to try and kill you while he's here.

You may not get much protection from the British state.

I also hear that we're going to call for the lifting of

the EU weapons embargo against Tazbekstan in return for their gas.

Where's he getting this information? Do we have an ID on this guy, Bravo One?

Thanks.

Matthew Plowden, he's a freelance journalist.

You should think about lowering your profile.

He destroyed my family.

I have nothing left to lose.

Your life?

I'm not frightened any more.

You're brave. I'm not frightened.

But that isn't the same as brave.

It's a disgrace that we're rolling out the red carpet to these murderers.

But I'm going to make sure everybody knows what's going on.

We'll have to deal with this. He could cause real problems.

Thank you for your help, Mr Plowden. I'm only doing what's right.

Bye. Bye.

'Visual on Bibi, heading west on Clements Street.

'She's picked up a tail.' 'Description.'

'White male, blue jacket.' You take the journalist, I'll deal with Bibi.

'She's turned south on Drummond. The tail's still with her.

'He's closing on her, Alpha One.

'This looks like a hit.'

Are you all right? Don't worry, I'm a nurse, I'll deal with it, it's fine.

Tell me who you're working for.

Go near Bibi again and I'll bring my people next time.

Can I have a word? Who are you?

Quick chat in the diary room, Mr Plowden? Why are you harassing me?

They'll be dying of envy over at the New Statesman. Badge of honour.

You've had a file on me for years.

Think of the satisfaction in telling your wife she was wrong!

It was only your last conversation.

Come on, let me in, I just want to talk to you. We'll talk over there, if you don't mind.

All right.

Watch out for snipers.

Nobody wants to be cosying up to the Tazbeks,

but the energy situation is dire. Not as dire as the Tazbek human rights record.

But who cares when cheap gas is at stake, right? If our power stations stop running,

we can kiss goodbye to economic recovery and people will die. People who MATTER will die, you mean.

British people, as opposed to foreign people from some faraway place.

Well, luckily my job description means I only have to worry about British deaths, Mr Plowden.

I'm advising you not to interfere any further in this matter.

Or I'll get a midnight knock on the door?

No, I think her Majesty's Revenue and Customs tend to call during office hours.

Hopefully, it will be a real charmless jobsworth.

So, who's been feeding you information on Tazbekstan?

Reveal my source to M15, of course I will(!) OK,

good time to organise your receipts box

and every single income statement.

I shall be posting this conversation on my blog as soon as I get inside.

Bloody internet.

You know he's going to kill her, don't you?

Bibi Saparova. I want to know where Plowden is getting his information,

I want Bibi to shut up and I want leverage over the Tazbeks.

We have things in this country that they don't have in Tazbekstan.

Giving them up for gas, it offends my sense of national dignity. The gas running out will lead to

more deaths than any terror attack Al Qaeda have mounted so far.

No campaigning journalist, nor poet with a grudge is going to threaten our energy security

while you and I have anything to do with it. Are we in agreement on that?

Absolutely.

Who was tailing Bibi Saparova? A Tazbek hit team? It looks like

they were trying to abduct her rather than kill her.

I'm assuming they wanted to deliver her to Thumper personally. We can't let that happen.

Have you seen Harry's mood recently?

He'll see protecting Bibi as a luxury the nation can't afford right now.

Ros, Harry's always troubled. He chooses his frown with his tie in the morning.

No, this is different.

He still hasn't resolved the situation with Ruth. Until he does,

he'll take an even grimmer view of any human rights activists

or lefty journalists that get in the way of energy crisis talks than me.

Oh, come on, it can't be that bad?

The Government has described as malicious tittle-tattle rumours

that it's to call for the lifting of an EU arms embargo in Tazbekstan.

Campaigning journalist Matthew Plowden, however,

told us earlier that the Tazbek human rights record

won't go away just because "we've messed up our energy policy and need their gas".

Bloody hell. What is it? Some awkward-squad MP is putting down

an Early Day Motion about our deal with Tazbekstan. Saying what?

Setting out a general marker about a concern for human rights

in any agreement. This is that journalist, isn't it?

I've got that internet cafe on a permanent pick-up now.

Why does he log in there? He's using his own computer. Makes him feel Woodward and Bernstein probably.

Even though it's miles easier for us to monitor him in a public place.

Who told him about us getting the EU arms sanctions lifted?

He uses social networking sites a lot - the source must be an online friend. Find out who that is.

And Jo, can you go and visit Bibi and keep her quiet before she gets herself killed.

Try and persuade her to take

a long holiday or something until these negotiations are concluded.

Sure.

DOORBELL RINGS

Miss Saparova? Yes. I'm Gaby Fuller from the Metropolitan Police.

Can I have a quick word?

Yes. Thank you.

You could be at risk if you continue to campaign against Rustam Urazov's presence in this country.

Britain's new best friend. I'm trying to help you. I don't need your help.

I need justice. I understand that... You understand nothing.

BANGING

Boys from the estate.

They sometimes come and do this because they know I live alone.

If you keep following Urazov around, your life will be at risk.

And if he had killed every member of your family...

would you just shut up and go away?

We're running on empty now, Harry.

A few days at best.

What will you do? We'll start with a programme of rolling power cuts.

Three to five hours in different places. It's been costed?

Billions off the economy, a huge blow to investor confidence.

The deal is going ahead though. Slowly.

But it's our last hope now.

The Tazbeks can sense our desperation and have started to up their demands.

Time's running out, we must take the initiative so I want to know what

the Tazbek delegation are saying outside of the negotiations.

Bugging the hotel isn't an option - we're looking at other possibilities. Strip joints.

Taking one for the team there, Lucas?

The Tazbeks are using the strip club for post-negotiations R & R. We know that it's a mafia haunt

so it's likely that we'll find Thumper's hitman there. OK, I'll go and take a look.

Check out the possibility of fitting listening devices.

MUSIC BLARES

Tariq's pretty good with the tech stuff.

He built a miniature high-resolution camera into my watch.

Yes, we've got it now. The hitman is Gosguly Garadanow.

He runs drugs and girls out of the club. Old army buddy of Thumper.

I think we'll know him as Flopsy.

He was the one who was tailing Bibi.

They're lining something else up. Thumper had a copy of the newspaper Plowden writes for.

I said to shut that bloody journalist up. We're MI5, not the Stoke Newington branch of the Green Party.

I'd like to think we can play dirty sometimes. Thumper's the one playing dirty.

He thinks because we need his gas, he can do what he likes.

Yeah, well, up to a point he's right. I'll go lean on Plowden harder.

Let him know the score. Threaten his career and livelihood.

Often does the trick with soft-centred media types.

Shall I warn Thumper off? You're supposed to be Special Adviser to the Home Secretary.

He knows what I am. He's not stupid. All right.

But very, very delicately, Ros.

Let me be absolutely clear, our energy security trumps everything at this point.

You might want to take a look at this. What is it? Lip-reading software from the strip club.

It's giving us a live translation from the Russian by typing the code in.

They're talking in euphemisms.

Because of Plowden's press campaign against them...

..They're gonna take him out. Where is he now?

We're running a tracker on his mobile and playing it through CCTV feeds.

Do it quicker!

He's going to the internet cafe. Maybe he wants to meet with Bibi?

They're starting to pick off their targets. Stay in contact.

Lucas, Plowden's back in the cafe.

Keep a visual on him. I'm nearly there.

Yeah, will do. He's erm... Hold on a minute...

Flopsy's in the cafe!

Get him out of there now! Warn him!

'Lucas, you're too late.'

Do you have any plans for tonight, Mr Urazov? Do YOU?

I'm not really one for the nightlife.

You are worried for me, no?

Why do you say that? The way your eyes keep looking to the door.

You think the Russians will send somebody after me.

It's a distinct possibility, yes.

I like to think it is because you have erm,

what is the expression, you have, er, you have "taken a shine" to me.

I'm married. You know...

..I did hear about the journalist that was killed.

The one spreading lies about me.

Yes. And his widow is saying that it was the British security services.

We don't usually kill troublesome journalists.

Yeah, not everybody has the freedoms we have in my country.

You don't have carte blanche, Mr Urazov. Why, what will you do?

Send us home and say you no longer need our gas?

Of course I know I don't have carte blanche.

Good. But I would also expect you not to pay too much attentions to my business activities here,

at such a...

delicate time in talks.

I must take them out...

..entertain them.

Find them girls.

Would you like any additional security?

Don't you worry about the Russians.

We know them a lot better than you do.

Good evening.

The point is, Matthew Plowden was a British citizen.

Plowden stood up and painted a massive target on himself.

Sometimes you get a press award and sometimes something quite different.

The person who had him killed is openly gloating about it.

It'll be Bibi next. I know that, Jo. And I have told Thumper that he does not have carte blanche.

Thumper is making it quite clear what the price of keeping him on board is.

That's a price that keeps going up. Without the Tazbek gas we'll pay a much higher price.

Besides, Bibi Saparova is not a British citizen.

Harry? The Tazbeks have started to stall at the talks.

We need their gas.

We do not need more obstacles.

Are you saying that Bibi is a price worth paying? That we should just look the other way?

Operational matters are down to you. I do not want the talks jeopardised.

And I'm still waiting to hear what the Tazbek delegation are saying away from the negotiating table.

These are your priorities, not some bloody poet who's ignored every warning we've given her.

Er, can I have a word?

I went through all Plowden's on-line friends and kept his status open.

Posted a few things to suggest he's still alive, carry on drawing in his contacts. Nice. Any response?

There was only one I couldn't hack into. Violet Franklin.

Her status was protected with encryption devices

you wouldn't expect on a social networking site. Violet Franklin.

But once I'd hijacked his status I was able to get a location from which she posted,

even though I couldn't read the message.

The American Embassy.

Nice work, Tariq, I'll set up a meet.

You fed the journalist.

Franklin was my favourite American President of course. And Violet?

I just like the name, and the flower.

Why did you do it?

Cos you needed a lesson for double-crossing me.

I made it a bit hard for you to catch me but not impossible. I like our meetings.

This isn't a game. Rustam Urazov had the journalist killed. And now you know what you're dealing with.

All this to make a point that you're just a bit pissed off with us.

Britain's on the brink and you're playing out a grudge.

I could never have done this unsanctioned.

Nobody wants your sordid little deal to go through.

On this one we are in total agreement with the Russians.

Oh, well, that's good to know.

The world's gone bi-polar, again.

You think the Russians are gonna allow a hardline nationalist regime to flourish in Tazbekstan?

Sarah... You think we're just gonna let them cosy up to Iran and China?

You stay out of this! If you interfere again I will...

I will do such things, what they are yet I know not,

but they shall be the terrors of the earth.

Come on, Lucas, stay. Let's talk.

Hey, don't ignore a friend's request.

'It is with great regret that I must inform the House

'that the rolling power cuts will be from three to five hours.

'I cannot pretend there is an early solution to the problem that faces us,

'although I can promise this House that this Government is pursuing every option available to us

'and I hope to have good news to bring to the House very shortly.'

The Tazbeks are stalling. These power cuts will weaken our position. We'll be completely over a barrel.

So how do we square this circle?

'The proposed cuts could begin within 48 hours. But I'd like...'

OK, let's start by giving Harry what he wants.

Get the intelligence on what the Tazbeks are doing behind the scenes. I'll get back to the club.

It's swept for bugs but Tariq thinks he can beat that.

And Bibi? Look, Jo, I'm sick of hearing about Bibi Saparova.

If you want to make her your personal cause celebre then you go right ahead, but you definitely

do not have my blessing and I definitely do not want to hear another word about it.

Do you understand?

All right.

Matthew Plowden was a really good man.

He cared about a country that is more fashionable to make jokes about.

We tried to warn him, Bibi, just like we're trying to warn you.

And do you feel proud?

That Urazov is able to do this on your soil?

This isn't as straightforward as you're making out. We need the gas right now

and I'm trying to protect you, Bibi.

I can't do that though unless you lower your profile.

No.

Stop being so stubborn! It's as if you WANT to be his victim.

I'm already his victim.

My sister's name was Altyn.

It means golden.

And she was...

the golden girl in our family.

She's beautiful.

Urazov held her for a week.

Raped.

Tortured.

Raped again.

More torture.

You cannot imagine such things.

Then she was killed

and her broken body was left at our doorstep.

I found it.

I know that feeling.

My name's Jo Portman.

I work for MI5.

I won't let him hurt you.

Thanks for coming.

How's it all going?

How's it all going?

Well, the gas negotiations are underway.

I saw the Home Secretary on TV.

We're in a very bad place right now.

The hidden price for our salvation is that we have to turn away,

while a rapist and murderer gets to pick off his opponents on our soil.

Harry OK'd that?

Harry's not himself right now.

What do you want from me?

Talk to Harry.

Isn't that a rather insulting idea to Harry?

You think he makes policy decisions based on his emotional state of mind. No, I'm not saying that.

But no-one's better than you at putting across a different perspective. It doesn't always work,

believe you me.

He's hurting. About what happened...

And I'm not?

I lost my family,

my home.

Harry wasn't the one who lost them for you. He did the right thing under intolerable pressure.

Maybe he's doing the right thing now, then.

No. This is different.

But I think that he's locked in to thinking it's the same.

And you want me to explain that?

We've missed you, Ruth.

We've missed you badly. But no-one more than Harry.

We shouldn't be sacrificing this girl, no matter how bad the crisis.

Please talk to him.

Er, we need to talk.

I'm glad you said that.

I'm sorry.

That I blamed you for what happened.

It wasn't fair.

And I'm sorry too, Ruth.

I'm sorry for everything, really.

Truly sorry.

'More trouble for the Government today as the Home Secretary

'admits the gas shortages may be more serious than we originally thought.

'The Opposition has accused him of misleading the House of Commons and taunted the Government as being

'more empty and exhausted than our gas reserves.

'Meanwhile, health experts are warning that the death toll could reach into the high thousands

'as homes are deprived of heat and light.'

Turning to the Tazbeks was a bitter pill.

But one we were prepared to swallow because we thought we would get cheap gas fast.

You said the talks would be a formality. What's the obstacle?

Every time we get close that smarmy little shyster makes a new demand. Smarmy little shyster being?

Urazov, of course.

He's following his own agenda. Why aren't your people doing their job and finding out what that is?

I think he has several agendas. We can't have come this far to end up with nothing.

In 36 hours the lights go out.

And that will make the banking crisis look like a walk in the park if we don't get it sorted.

Fast.

(What's the time, Mr Wolf?)

That is an unbelievably clear reception.

The club is swept for fixed bugs but I think we have a good chance with this one. Excellent. Well done.

I'm one of the lucky ones. I love my job. Good. If you want to keep it, lose the T-shirt.

HE LAUGHS

I've got Thumper in view.

'Nu, chto, moy drug? Po chem ty by khotel pogovorit?'

Please, er, speak in English.

I don't want my delegation to understand.

Hey...you want a girl?

What, some Moldovian peasant girl just off a track?

No, before I leave, I pluck myself an English Rose.

'How are the negotiations going?'

If my Prime Minister have his way, we sign tomorrow. And you?

The British are arrogant.

'I like to make them squirm right up to the last moment.'

The journalist was not problem.

Good.

You will be well paid.

But you know the real prize, yeah?

The last Saparova.

Take your time with her

and...bring me something for my home-movie collection.

DISTORTION

DISTORTION What's happening?

What's happening?

Po krainy mery...

DISTORTION

Pozhaluista.

'You know, you should come home soon.'

Things are going to get very interesting.

When it all starts, I will come home.

That bastard sitting alone over there.

He is Russian, you think?

'FSB?' Lucas, they're discussing your presence. Duck out of there fast.

So...there will be war back home.

There will be a conflict with our autonomous region.

Six months maybe before they force us to stop the fighting.

Then in that time people like you will make a lot of money,

kill a lot of peasant trash, enjoy their wives and daughters.

And when they force us to stop? Then I will become Prime Minister.

A man of peace and reconstruction.

And all the international aid will flow into all the right places.

The Russians? One must always watch the Russians.

They also want our gas.

'But they will be pragmatic in the end, especially now we have friends in European Union.'

This man is a Central Asian Hitler in the making.

It will be a bloody horrible mess.

Paramilitaries, looting, raping, there'll be massacres on both sides.

I underestimated him and I made the wrong call on Bibi Saparova.

We still have the problem of needing their gas.

Then we take him out.

We take out the Tazbek visiting Trade and Industry Secretary?

You want to go back to Plan A? Let him kill the girl?

I always prefer not to play off the back foot, you know that. He's the fly in the ointment.

He's the one stalling the negotiations in order to obtain the maximum advantage for his war.

The Tazbeks would have signed 48 hours ago without Urazov in the way.

We still have a chance of getting our gas supplies and stopping the carnage he wants to unleash.

It can't be seen to be us.

Not by the Tazbeks and not by our own government.

The Tazbek delegation have already refused our protection, right? That's true.

Thumper specifically told me that they could deal with the Russians.

If we obviously had nothing to do with it, why would they blame us?

It's very risky.

No, it's brilliant.

You'd have to explain that there'd be consequences though, if it's to be done properly.

You know what I'm thinking, then? I have a fairly good idea, yes.

There would be a trial afterwards?

There would have to be, I'm afraid.

And prison, maybe ten years.

You already knew what my answer would be.

She agreed? She'll take the punishment to kill the man that did that to her sister.

She has a great motive for killing him and everybody will think the FSB were helping her.

She'll say anything we want her to say afterwards. No comeback on us. All right, but it won't be easy.

How do we set the trap and get him into a different hotel room?

You heard what he said about the English rose. Jo just about falls into that category.

Cheers, Ros(!) No worries.

Fine, but we'll also need eyes on the corridor keeping watch for the bodyguards.

Worth breaking him in with something simple? Gotta learn multi-tasking.

Young, scruffy, minimum wage written right across his forehead. Perfect.

Good day.

How are the negotiations?

Oh, as well as can be expected.

These things always take longer than you think.

I do hope you're not playing games with us, Mr Urazov.

Oh, you still don't want to play games? What a shame.

On that subject, there's a young lady across the bar who's making eyes at you.

Not my type.

No? A sexy blonde in a bar...

has Moscow all over it.

You think?

She's heading for Room 627.

And I assure you, Mr Urazov, the only Russian you'll find in Camilla Hamilton-Blythe's DNA

is likely to be Romanov and pre-date 1917.

And we like to keep our guests comfortable.

This is, er...

..very generous.

Thank you.

They're in the room. Copy that.

Take your dress off.

Leave everything else on.

Then...come here.

DOOR OPENS

What are you doing? Bibi...

Trap's sprung, Alpha One.

As soon as shots are fired, I'll let you know. Copy that.

What are you doing?

Bibi, listen. Bibi...

Bibi, this is crazy...

You can't do this.

Bibi, please...

I can't do it.

- OK. - I can't kill somebody.

Just give it to me, eh?

For your sister. Miserable whores!

GUNSHOT

THE GUN IS FIRED AGAIN

Shots fired, Alpha One. Send in the clowns.

SIRENS BLARE

'No...'

No. No, please, don't. Something's wrong! Jo's in trouble. Please...

GUNSHOT > Oh, no!

More shooting in the room, Alpha One. Something's wrong.

So we start the rumours that she was almost certainly being manipulated by the FSB.

That's already been put to the Tazbeks. So they're not blaming us?

Well, why would they? They knew what Thumper was like when it came to the ladies.

He was the one who told the bodyguards to stay downstairs.

Their Prime Minister is now very anxious to sign and get home before he meets a similar fate.

Well done, everybody, looks like we have our deal.

Awful news about the shooting of their chief negotiator by the Tazbek dissident.

We strongly suspect she was being manipulated by the Russians. Indeed.

I'd like to welcome everybody here today.

Our own Foreign Secretary would have liked to attend,

but has unfortunately been caught up in the latest...Middle East...

Who sent them the photos? Must've been the Russians.

They've got a photograph of Jo with Bibi inside the house.

How? We had a counter-surveillance team watching the whole time.

Play for time. Insist they're forgeries.

The Tazbeks will already have had the photographs checked out.

How did they get pictures of you inside the flat? Kids at the window.

I need justice.

It's the boys from the estate, they know I live alone.

What? Kids from the estate, hassling Bibi, they came banging on the window.

She said they always did it. I bet they're not there now.

FSB must have been watching Bibi in case they did decide to use her.

So, how do we get out of this one? We'll have to go to the Americans.

Last time I checked, there wasn't a gas pipeline across the Atlantic.

The Americans can broker a deal. The Russians are our only option.

It's what they wanted - a great big Cossack boot over our throat.

We can't even begin to negotiate with the Russians. This is what I mean.

We'll have to get the Americans to go to the Russians for us. With what? The intelligence we have.

That the Tazbeks are planning a war on their autonomous region. They probably suspect that.

But they don't know the details of Thumper's little plan.

We'll have to gild the lily, but it's an opening gambit.

The Russians will never just settle for that. Obviously not,

but we can get the ball rolling suggesting we can give them something.

All right, I'll go and talk to Sarah Caulfield.

See what they say at least.

Here we are.

Hey, Lucas.

My boss. Samuel Walker. Given the hard task of trying to keep an eye on this one.

I don't envy you. Hey, enough of the compliments.

So we've spoken to the Russians on your behalf.

Thank you, and? It was an audacious gamble taking out Urazov. Shame it backfired on you.

But they, like us, are not unhappy with his removal, so you haven't lost any friends that way.

And our offer? They like your offer and are keen to talk about what you know.

You can have gas from tomorrow at a similar price the Tazbeks offered.

Small mark-up, cos you did hurt their feelings not going straight to them.

They're very sensitive that way. As always with the Russians, though, the devil's in the detail.

They have one further requirement. And what would that be?

They want the Tazbek Prime Minister.

What? He leaves on a secret flight from Britain. They want details of that flight.

So what, they're going to shoot his plane down?

No, but they are going to explain to him in their own good time what will happen

if he continues to follow an agenda hostile to their interests.

So they hijack the plane. Force it to land?

As I say, Lucas, the devil is in the detail.

I'd leave that part to the Russians.

We had our backs against the wall. You and the Russians were watching and playing us the whole time.

Hey, you did the world a great favour.

You did the right thing.

Everybody's happy. Now you have gas and we...don't have Urazov.

And we're all working together. It's like Yalta all over again.

"Dear Miss Portman.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't get to know you better.

"I think in a different world we might have even been friends.

"But the sorrow in my heart is too great for me to continue now.

"I wanted you to know, however, that I appreciate your efforts on my behalf.

"Thank you. Bibi."

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Harry.

You went and spoke to Ruth, didn't you? Yes.

What did you hope to achieve by that? I thought you were wrong for turning a blind eye to Bibi.

There are some lines we should not cross.

In my opinion.

You were right. I didn't think it through properly.

She should come back to us. If you talk to her maybe...

She's extremely fond of you, Jo.

She thinks the service needs more people like you.

I can try and sort the logistical side of things out with the Home Secretary, but...

if you continue to meet her... I'm happy to try.

Good.

Don't go behind my back again, though, or I'll have you deported to Tazbekstan. Understood.

'The energy crisis may have eased slightly with reports

'that an unexpected deal has been agreed with the Russians to provide emergency short-term supplies.

'Ministers have dismissed opposition claims of chaos at the heart of government.

'The Prime Minister's says he'll get on with running the country and insuring economic recovery.'

Is it done?

The Russians forced the plane to land about an hour ago.

They can be very persuasive in these situations.

A plague on both their houses. We have to look after ourselves now.

People have every right to be angry.

We've let too much slide through our fingers.

Things will look better in a year's time.

And a lot of people who would have died will now not die.

It's breathtakingly simple sometimes.

Hmm, it doesn't always feel that way.

Home Secretary, I have to talk to you about something that's not simple at all.

Do you remember Ruth Evershed?

I've never seen London look so pretty.

Well, the gas is flowing again.

And we're laying in some proper reserves this time.

Lights don't stay on all by themselves.

You gotta work hard at keeping a society going.

Didn't see that one coming.

So what happens now?

Now?

In the next few hours.

I was presumptuous enough to book a hotel room when you called and asked to meet me.

That was presumptuous.

I understand codes. That's my job, really.

Which hotel? Claridge's.

Good choice. My favourite.

We'll take separate cabs.

Probably nobody's watching, but it'll add to the occasion.

OK.

What's the room number?

I forget.

Just ask for Violet Franklin.

Not often we see you this time of night. Must be something important.

You think you're being bugged here? Spies listening to spies?

What are you worried about?

I've been approached.

By whom? An American contact.

Name? I can't, Harry, but somebody high up.

He had grave concerns about a plot to challenge the world order as we know it.

A plot, as in? He didn't go into specifics, but he talked about

divisions in their intelligence services and a high-level meeting in Switzerland.

I think he wanted me to warn somebody. So here I am,

warning the somebody that I trust the most.

We'll look into it. My contact is not a man prone to exaggeration.

Whatever that meeting was about, whoever was involved,

he made it sound very big.

He was scared, Harry.

Ros, what's going on? We have a security breach.

At least five of them, heavily armed.

Everybody down on your knees. On your knees, I said everybody.

Someone's grabbed the Bendorf group? Yes, they've also got Ros.

Down on the floor against that wall. - Use this camera as your confession booth.

Every skeleton in the Pentagon's cupboard is being exhumed and paraded for public consumption.

We had nothing to do with this! If you are not competent enough to deal with it, we will.

Storming would be suicide. I won't do it. I'm ordering you to do it.

You have to help me.

CO19 have arrived. They're preparing to move in.

But what about Ros? She's still down there, Ruth.

GUNSHOT