All language subtitles for Spooks.s05e05

This programme contains
some violent scenes.

My problem is grief -
ordinary common grief.

What right do you have to make
judgements on my personal life?

Your own isn't exactly
a shining example, is it?

It isn't your fault, Harry.
About Ros.

I'd love to have dinner. . .

together.
Are you in love with Ruth, Harry?

Ruth has many wonderful qualities.

Don't let this opportunity
pass you by, Harry.

Excuse me, have you got any change?
It's not taking notes. Hang on.

Um. . .no, nearly. Not, not quite.

That'll do. No, no, no.

I've got some more somewhere. . .
Don't worry.
No, no, here we are, excuse me.

Hello?

Excuse me, your change?

BRAKES SCREECH
SIREN SOUNDS

SCREAMING

AGH. . . !

AGH. . . ! Agh. . . !

Harry?

There's nothing on it. Are you sure?
It has the feel of a classic drop.

That's the trouble with spies, always
looking for meaning in everything.

Are you OK? Yes.

Are you certain? It's silly. . .
It's just a stranger, but. . .

I just can't quite get the image
out of my mind.

It all happened so quickly. . .

Oh, God.

Sorry.

Sweet tea. That's what you need.

There was something in his manner.

Tea bags? Um, second shelf down.

His face was, um,
I wish I could describe it.

It's like he was trying
to tell me something.

He was about to kill himself.
I'm not sure how much you could read
from his face. Yeah, I know.

And your imagination, especially
after a shock like that,
it could play tricks.

Promise me
you'll take the morning off.

How very English.

Sweet tea.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Yes?

Yes.

I've got to go.

I'm late already.

Look, I'll be fine.

Harry!

Well, I expect the Home Secretary
will want this to be handled
discreetly. Do we know any more?

The formal ID hasn't been done. . .

Informally?

Yes, it's him.

GUN CLICKS

SCREAMING

Oh, Christ!

Sorry. Sorry. Shit. Shit.

I'll get some locks for the doors.
It's OK.

It's unprofessional.

I should've knocked.

You were up in the night again.

I am a person, you know,
you could talk to me.

It's just the odd nightmare.

I could help.

Couldn't I, maybe?

It's got to be worth a try.
Sorry, I'm running late.

Alternatively, we could put you in
a straitjacket and lock the door.

I'll keep the mad ravings to myself.

See you later, mate.

Still think
it's a depressive coincidence?

I see you're doing what you
were told, taking it easy.
I've asked around, Harry.

He's Mik Maudsley, Head of
Security for South East Prisons.

Wife, family,
everything to live for.

Nothing to suggest
he was depressed or suicidal.

Oh, apart from this - he was at
Cotterdam the night of the fire.

Cotterdam? Yeah seems so, but. . .

no mention of it in the Special
Branch report. I thought that
wasn't due out until later today.

I managed to get a sneak preview.

It's a cover-up, Harry.
It's 360 pages of fiction.

It concludes the fire
was an accident.

Cotterdam an accident? Exactly.

And Maudsley's suicide on
the day the report comes out?
It can't be a coincidence.

What would be gained by Special
Branch concealing the truth?
Depends what the truth is.

Now, moving onto Item. . .

Harry.

Good of you to join us.

Before we start,
a question for you, Oliver.

What happened at Cotterdam?
Cotterdam?

And before you point me
in the direction
of the Special Branch report.

I have a copy. I read it.
It's not even published yet.

Just as well, as it tells me nothing.
An accident. Accidents do happen.

Yes, but accidents inside
secure units that kill seven
of the country's most wanted men?

It's a whitewash, Oliver,
and I, for one, would like to know
why the truth is being buried.

There is no burial of anything.

That is a serious accusation, Harry.
Maudsley. What? Mik Maudsley.

Is that supposed to mean something?
The name of the man who was Head of
Security for South East Prisons.

The same man who threw himself
under a train this morning.
That is unfortunate. I'll say.

I'm sorry you have so little faith
in your colleagues.

No-one wants this dragged through
the press, so Special Branch were
told to lance the boil at source.

Anyone else support Mr Pearce's
vote of no-confidence?

I thought not.

Shame. Well, then, gentlemen?

Shall we move on?

Page four.

Harry, Harry. You're normally
the first to stick your neck out
over this sort of thing.

And I do, I have. But not this time,
it seems. I choose my battles -
that's the difference.

If we start saying what we're told,
we become an instrument of the state,
a puppet force. Look at Hutton!

Yes, but Cotterdam, Harry?

Cotterdam is unimportant.

Seven terror suspects died.

Whether it was an accident
or not, it was seven lives.

And the intelligence lost?

Oh, we pick ourselves up
and we go on.

My advice. . .

Save your energy for other terrors
on the horizon.

Cotterdam Prison.
I want to go back over everything
concerning the fire.

I thought Special Branch were
taking care of that? So did I.

It appears they've done nothing more
than write what they were told to.

I think those terrorists
were murdered and someone's
protecting their killers.

We could be sleepwalking into
vigilantism. Get everyone assembled.

Ruth, have you told anyone
what you witnessed this morning?

No. Or logged a report, as I asked?

Not yet. Good. What do you mean?
I thought you'd. . . Anything back
on the ten pound note?

Malcolm's still looking at it. Why?

Let's just call it an
uncomfortable feeling.

Do nothing.

Cotterdam Prison. This was filmed
two weeks ago, when a fire all
but destroyed the building.

All 240 inmates were evacuated
except seven.
These seven died in the fire.

All were members of the extremist
group " Acts of Truth"
and were planning an attack.

Examples of their handiwork.

Bombs without warnings.

Maximum fatalities.

Which we were keen to avoid on UK
soil. But the fire intervened and all
our intelligence died with them.

Special Branch have completed
their investigation,

but their report reads like a thinly
disguised cover-up. Someone
knows why these men lost their lives

and hasn't come clean.
And then there is Maudsley.

Mik Maudsley. Head of Security
for South East Prisons.

Now he was in Cotterdam the night
of the fire, and threw himself in
front of a train this morning.

If these seven men were murdered,
Maudsley may be the only man
who knew by who.

We need to find out who visited
the prison on the day of the fire.

But their computer firewall
means we can't hack in,
we have to do this one on site.

Ros, I'd like you to go in
and Zaf back her up, please.

Our presence in Cotterdam
is extremely sensitive.
You'll need to be careful.

So, you agree with me now?
About the drop.

No. I am undecided either way.
But if there was a drop and
it was targeted at you,

I don't want to leave an official
trail, until we know what it was.
OK. Even Adam?

You can tell Adam.

I don't have to.
It's up to you. I'm not saying

you should keep things from the team,
I'm just saying. . . Don't tell anyone.
Yes. I mean, no.

Not until we know what it is.
Exactly. Right. Ruth. . .

Maudsley was being paid by someone.

Six months ago, he was bankrupt and
since then, he's had his debts paid.
He died with a healthy bank balance.

No mention of it in the
Special Branch report either? No.

Sorry, am I. . . ? No. No.

Hi.

Nothing on it, sorry.

Oh. Are you sure?

I've scoured it, put it through
a scanner. There's nothing at all.

It's just an ordinary tenner.

There's no other tests you can run?

Well, I could blow it up if you like,
set light to it?

No, it's OK, thanks.

I still don't understand how
it links to our investigation.

Just routine. Oh, OK.

I need another favour
from you, actually.

Have you still got your contact
at the mortuary?

What were you trying to tell me?

What am I supposed to notice?

Angela Webster from
the prison IT inspectorate and
my assistant, Steven Bhan.

We're here to do a spot check
of your IT systems.

There's nothing in the book.
Well, we don't actually make
appointments for spot inspections.

But Steven did ring ahead
to tell you that we would be
in the area this week.

Actually, sorry, I might not have. . .
Oh, for God's sake, Steven.

Just call the Governor's office
and get this thing cleared up.

'Hello, Governor's office.'
I've got a Miss Webster here.

Apparently
she's from the IT inspectorate.

Oh, God, not now.

All right, have her sent up.

But keep her sweet.

If you could place mobile phones,
camera equipment and bags
in the chute, please. Thank you.

We want to make sure that you've
backed up all your records for
the last five years. Of course.

We back up the information
store and all the network drives

daily on the DATs and you can
see in the job monitor here. . .

that there are alerts set up
if anything goes wrong.

Tapes are kept off site
and rotated on a weekly basis.

Angela, are you all right?

It's stuffy in here. . . My asthma.

You OK? Is there anything I can do?

My inhaler's in my bag. She needs
her bag. Can you get it? It's at
security. I shouldn't really. . .

I need to stay with her.
You all right? OK.

Breathe slowly.

OK, Jo, he's gone.

The tracker's in my bag.
Let us know when it's on the move.

Will do.

Wow, the level of paranoia these
days. . . He's locked it!
We need a code.

It has the same system
as the civil service.
Put in CR and three asterisks.

How many two-letter combinations
are there? HM, try that.

DA.

What was that?

Governor's initials.

OK, day of the fire. . . Bingo.

The records are kept by the hour,
so we have to do this in stages.

Malcolm, I'm sending
over 6am till seven.

It's coming through. . .

The IT inspector's bag, please.

The tracker's on the move.
He's on his way back.

I'll just keep sending them.
Jo, where is he now?

He's on the stairs two floors away.

How fine are we cutting this?
Until we find something.

He's ten feet away.
Only two more files to download.

He's outside.

Here you are.

Is she OK, then?

I'm fine.

Yeah, just too many fags
last night. . .

Thanks. We need some air.

Thanks. . . Thanks very much.

PHONE RINGS

Yes? 'Harry, why are your people
sniffing around Cotterdam Prison?'

So you're still pursuing Cotterdam?

Have you looked into it? A little.

I agree with you, the Special Branch
report is shoddy.

I'll get on to it, get them
to explain what is going on.

But I. . .

The waves you are making
are too big.

If we're going to approach this
the official way, we need to tread
softly. Make smaller waves?

You carry on the way you are
and the whole thing will clam up.
We need to work together.

I thought you said
you had something for me.

Politics is part of the job, Harry.
You know that.

Let's do this the right way.
The way that involves
commissioning another report?

A committee delaying the truth
until Cotterdam is forgotten?

You're not the only moral guardian.
There are others who care about
the state of this country.

Then why are you looking
in the other direction?

I'm not. Harry. . .

Harry!

Adam, I think you should see this.
Visitor's log book from the
day of the fire at Cotterdam.

All the names check out,
apart from this one, Klee.

An electrical contractor. CCTV still
of him entering the prison.

We couldn't find any record of him
so we cross referenced this photo

with our systems
and Klee doesn't exist.

But Zakir Abdul does. He's a known
associate of Acts of Truth. He's
been on our radar for years. Shit!

You know what this means?
Acts of Truth bribed Maudsley
into letting Abdul into the prison.

No wonder he killed himself. They
killed their own men rather than let
us interrogate them. Where's Abdul?

A warehouse in King's Cross.
Jo, let's go. Malcolm, get Special
Ops to meet us there.

If the fire was caused by Acts of
Truth, why would Special Branch
cover it up? To avoid a scandal.

It doesn't look good -
a senior prison manager colluding
with terrorists. Ready? Ready.

Mr Abdul. This is the
British Security Services.

Please put your hands
where we can see them.

Zakir Abdul. You are surrounded
by armed officers!

Put your hands
where we can see them!

Abdul!

Harry, Acts of Truth got here first.

Mr Abdul has been expended with,
like the seven suspects.
They're tightening the net.

'They must be planning an attack.

'I'll raise the alert to level six.
Get back here, Adam.'

I know you're going to say
I'm crazy, and maybe I am,
but I just. . .

. .don't think any of it makes sense.
What?

Maudsley.

Ruth. . . No, just hear me out.
The way he looked,

he wasn't a guilty man.

You saw him for a split second.
You couldn't possibly. . .

I know, I know. Rationally,
I know that, but. . . Ruth.
Listen, you can relax.

Maudsley was the man on the inside.

Forensics have found DNA
evidence which proves he visited
Zakir Abdul at the warehouse.

But there was no drop.

You were just in the wrong place
at the wrong time. Yes?

I don't want you
to get fixated on this. Fixated?

Well, no, not fixated. . .
Sorry, that's the wrong word.

But I'm worried about you. I'm fine.

You look exhausted. Oh, Harry. . .

Let me give you a lift home?
No, I'm going to go on the tube.
Don't be such a stubborn old mule.

Mule? Well, I don't mean mule.
It's a phrase.

God, those two. One minute, it's
off, the next it's all on again.

I hadn't noticed.

This tracker should tell us.

If it's straight home for Ruth,
then maybe not.

But if it's out for a Chinese
or a curry, then maybe.

I'm really not interested.

Come on, there's not much else
to smile about.
Ask Zaf - he's running a book.

See you in the morning, Harry.

Bye, Ruth.

Bye.

No date then.

I thought you
said you were going home.

Maudsley's house.

What the hell are you up to, Ruth?

Zaf, meet me at Mik Maudsley's
house.

DOOR BUZZES

Come on. Phone Harry.

You must be joking.

She's his rose-tinted blind spot.

Adam, then. Sure, when we find out
what she's doing here.

I don't like spying on Ruth.

So don't.

What gun was Abdul shot with?
It was a Chinese Type 67.

Bit unusual. Very.

Made Malcolm's day. Like this one?

You're jumping to conclusions.

What conclusions?

I've said nothing.

But what's she doing here?

At Maudsley's house?

And if this is part of the
team's operation, how come we
don't know anything about it?

Hi. Hello. Just the apple, please.
Sorry, I've only got a tenner.

Thanks very much.

Ruth. Oh, my God. What the hell is
going on? Thank God it's you.

Why are you acting alone? I'll tell
you, but let's get back to Thames
House. I'll tell you there.

Is there a problem?

Yes, Ruth, I think there is.

What's going on?
We need to talk to you, Ruth.

Do I, do I need to sit down, Harry?
It's going to be all right.
Let's go into Harry's office.

No, no whatever it is, let's. . .

just do it here. Are you sure?

Yes.

What were you doing
at Maudsley's house?

Nothing, I mean I was. . .

You don't deny you went there? No.

Authorised?

No.

Luckily, you were reported.

At the Maudsley house,
a Chinese Type 67 was found,

the same one that killed Mr Abdul.
Know anything about it? No. Of
course she doesn't. This is insane.

Maudsley was under suspicion
of colluding with terrorists.
I didn't believe that.

Whether you believed it or not
is immaterial.

You were at his house, you went to
the mortuary, you were behind him
when he committed suicide.

None of these events have been
logged. She was following my orders.
I thought he was making a drop.

You were working with him.
That is ridiculous.

And the two of you
were working for Acts of Truth.

When Maudsley died, you went to
his house to destroy the evidence.

That is not true. There was a drop.
Ruth. . . I found it.

So where is it?

OK, let's see it.

Let's see where this takes us.

Is there a problem? I'm not sure.

Malcolm?

It's blank.

What?

Are you sure?
Sorry, Ruth, there's nothing on it.

There was no drop, Ruth.
You and Maudsley were working
for Acts of Truth.

Things got out of hand,
you pushed him. That's not true.

I'm sorry, Harry.

You met Maudsley, followed him
to the platform and pushed him.

That's been tampered with.

It's a fake. Please, Zaf,

let's not make this any more
upsetting than it already is.

We have witnesses saying
they saw you push him.

What witnesses?

You were seen, Ruth.

Apart from the CCTV, you were seen.

I will sort this out, I promise,
Ruth. I will sort this out.

Harry, I've seen it before.
Too many times.

We've done it to too many people.

Sir, will you move. . . ?
Do not address me!

So do we back off Cotterdam?
Absolutely not. Cotterdam's the key.

Ros, next time you come to me
before you go to anyone else.

I was just reporting the facts.
You were striking back at Harry.

I know you all have this loyalty
to Ruth, but she's
pulling the wool over your eyes.

This isn't your father we're talking
about. No, it's more devious.

If it turns out to be wrong,
I'll be the first one to
celebrate with you, Harry.

My hands were tied,
you can see that.

What would you have done?

Turned a blind eye? I thought that
was your speciality.

Once a report has been made, Harry,
there's nothing one can do.

You know Ruth,
you know what she's capable of.

The Chinese Type 67?

Look, I don't pretend to know what's
really going on here but I'm asking
for your help. I need time, Oliver.

I'll give you a day.

I'll have her put
under surveillance,
one day and then she'll be arrested.

Don't ask me for more.

And no contact.

Any contact between you and her

and it's out of my hands. Thank you.

Adam.

Everything we say is going to be
scrutinised.

We need to re-group.

We need to stay calm, work out
how best to clear her name.

Was anyone followed here?
I think we're clear.
Surprised to see you here.

Can I have a word?
You had better say it to everyone.

I'm not sorry, I was doing my job.

But you were wrong?

I agree she has been set up.

Why frame Ruth, though, what
do they gain? They get to me.

How is she?
No-one's allowed to speak to her.

How do you think?
Scared out of her wits.

We need to find whatever it was that
Maudsley was trying to get to Ruth.

So we all agree that Maudsley made
a drop? I think it's time
to trust Ruth.

I should have done that in the first
place. Let's assume Maudsley's
innocent. He's in prison that night.

He knows Special Branch are
hiding something.

He identifies Ruth as the person to
get information to Harry,

it's a good choice,
close but not too close.

Why not go straight to Harry?
Too risky. What the hell is it?

Pandora's box. Something worth
dying for to expose.

What about Maudsley? Military
background. Before prisons, he had
intelligence training.

The drop could be anywhere.
It'll be specific.

Somewhere Ruth can uncover.
He will have laid it with care.

Zaf, check the satellite images
of Cotterdam that night.

We can't rely on any official
evidence. Harry. . .

I know, stay level-headed.

Ros, I need you to
do something for me. . .

DOOR SHUTS, SMASH UPSTAIRS

Adam wants to see you.

Usual place. How can I get out?

Same way I got in.
I'll stay here and be you.

I never apologise, by the way.

But if you did?

Four hours, Cinderella.

Then you turn into a pumpkin.

PHONE RINGS

Yes. It's time to talk.

I thought we were talking.
No, talk properly.

Come for lunch.

Without your disciples.

Anyone? Not yet.

What are those? Zaf's contact at
the Russian Embassy passed them on.

They look like satellite photos.
It's Cotterdam
the night of the fire.

Oh, my God. What? What is it? There.
I don't. . .

What?

Seven people are being
removed from the prison.

It's two hours before the fire.

This isn't Acts of Truth.

We've been looking in the wrong
direction. Well, who removed them?

The Intelligence Services?

Who else could have pulled it off?

It explains the Special Branch
rushed report, the attempted
cover-up, even framing you.

Harry. Oliver.

Take your jacket off.

Oh, for goodness sake. Yourjacket,
Harry. You could be wearing a wire.

Is it allowed?
They'll make an exception.

Thank you, sir.

Good.

Now we can talk.

They remove them,
they fake their deaths. . .

No-one ever hears from them again.

Adam, they're being tortured.
That's what this is about.

We have to find that drop. Maudsley
might have had the only evidence.

We can't do things
the old way, Harry.

You know that,
we play by the book, and what?

Do you think anybody else does?
Look at the Americans.

Oh, please, don't start
talking about the Americans.

Everybody wants you to come on
the inside of the circle. Join us.

You must be joking?

Now you may doubt our methods,
but see if this persuades you.

The planned attack
from Acts of Truth?

A major sports stadium.

Several devices capable
of inflicting mass murder.

What, would you have preferred
that we never found out?

Two-thousand-odd lives,
for a little discomfort?

Discomfort?

50, 000-volts-through-your-body
discomfort?

Or is it dogs, Oliver,
is that your preferred method?

Alsatians biting at men's genitals?
What gets them talking?

I'm not saying that it's ideal,
but what else can we do?

Sit back and let this country
take hit after hit?

We find civilised ways
as we have before.

Harry, you know as well as I do. We
were torturing people in Kensington
during the Second World War.

So what is my choice?

Join in this new nightmare

or watch Ruth be thrown to the lions?

Think of it as an invitation.

An opportunity.

Save Ruth and join a club.

Offa. Adam there's a picture
of Offa in the window. I can't
believe I didn't see that before.

He is? An obsession of mine. He was
King of Mercia in the 8th century.

I wrote a thesis on him and
the site of his palace,
now known as Wood Street.

That's the drop
Maudsley left for me.

Go round the back.

It could be anywhere.
No, no, not anywhere. Not anywhere.

It's here, here.

I've got it, I've got it.

Come on.

There's a microfiche reader
under the passenger seat.

OK. Minutes from a meeting.

What's on the agenda? Hang on,
hang on, I'm just trying to. . .

"Top Secret. Eyes Only."

Bloody hell.

You were right.

"Extradition and
"special interrogation measures."

Otherwise known as torture.

Cotterdam's mentioned.
There's other places.

Who's on the guest list?

Maudsley, MI6, Special Branch,
Military intelligence.

Someone from the government.
Oh, my God.

There's someone here from MI5 too,
our section. Who? It's just
a codename. Our department.

It says Section D - Fox.

That's impossible, somebody
must have put that in
to stop us exposing it.

What do we do with it? We can't do
anything without calling Harry.
DIALS PHONE

Where the hell is he? We can't
move with all this surveillance.

The surveillance won't
stop until I'm arrested.

That's it.

Let's get you arrested.

Zaf, you still there? 'Yep.'

Get a message to Ros.

'Subject leaving the house,
moving towards Cherry Road.

'All units apprehend on sight.

'Subject wearing long overcoat,
hat and boots.'

SIREN IN DISTANCE

SIREN BLARES

CAR TYRES SCREECH

Armed police, stand still!
Armed police, stay still!

Keep your hands where I can see them.
Do not move!

RINGING TONE ON PHONE

There's no answer. Try him again.

No, still no answer.

God, where is he?

He was supposed to be meeting Mace.

OK. Mace's club.

They'll be there.

Good.

Thank you.

Ruth's been arrested
trying to escape.

She's been charged with murder.

Twelve years.

Ten if she's lucky.

Were you so afraid of being
passed over, Oliver?
Thought you were braver than that.

Harry, this character deconstruction
is all very interesting.

But you still haven't
answered my question.

How far is it?

We're nearly there.

What if I play neither strategy?

What if I say Ruth did push Maudsley,

but I asked her to do it?

What if the rogue officer is me?

It doesn't add up. Doesn't it?

Ruth would get a slapped wrist,
but that's all because she was
only following orders. But me?

A rogue agent at my grade?

Wait till the press hear.

Don't be so bloody stupid.

All I need to do is get the
waiter to call the police.

Make enough fuss as I go down.

Smash a few tables as I tell my tale.

There must be three or more
journalists within shouting
distance of this building.

I left my real name at reception.

Try silencing that.

You don't think I will, do you?

You don't think. . .

I've got it in me?

Frankly, no.

Can't take the heat.
Better cool you down.

You need the police to be called.

Not simply Security to put you
out on the street like a drunkard.

Very well,

then the police it is.

What's happened? Harry's been
arrested. Why? He's attacked Mace.

Looks like he's taking
the rap for Maudsley's murder.

He's trying to save Ruth.
Tell me you're kidding.

Oh, my God.

No-one's been able to
reach him all afternoon.

The stupid, stupid man.

I can't believe it. Adam. Go back
to mine. I'll try and get in
to see him.

Harry?

We had no option,
they had every avenue covered.

Ruth would have spent the
rest of her life in prison.

We found Maudsley's drop.
We got the documents.

A secret meeting exposing
the whole torture scandal.

Use them. Find a way. We can't,
not without implicating you.

There's a codename, Fox.
It's an insurance policy.

Use me. I can't do that.
We are caught whichever way we turn.

You will go to prison for condoning
torture. If you don't stop them
they will go on.

You must expose those documents.
You don't. . .

Sir, I'm afraid there's now
a murder charge been brought
against you, Mr Pearce.

I'm sorry I'm going to
need you to leave, sir.

You are still one of my operatives.
Expose those documents.
It's an order!

You are under
suspicion of murder, that makes
your orders null and void.

I can't do it, Harry.

I've got the answer.
There is nothing we can do.

I step back into the frame.

OK, it just says someone from
Section D, it doesn't say who,

so let it be me. I was Fox.

You discovered I was there, you
bring the documents to light.

Discredit Harry's confession
as someone looking after a friend,
a lover.

I pushed Maudsley
cos they told me to.

Do you know what you are doing?

Yeah, I'm making sure that we can
still expose the torture scandal

without Harry being
buried with the blame.

What about you?

Life in a different direction. No,
Ruth this is madness.

We can't let you.

Think of a better solution.
I tell you how I see it.

Harry goes. What happens to MI5?

This is only Round One
in an ongoing battle.

He has to keep fighting.

The authorities in this country
cannot be allowed to
intimidate and torture.

Harry is the only one
who can take it on.

There's no choice.
If I can save him, then I will.

You are admitting to murder.

A murder you didn't do.

You don't have to do this.

Yes, I do. Ruth. . .

Adam, don't even try to talk me
out of it. You know it's right.

We need to Photoshop
the meeting between me and Mace.

Almost done.

Easy, isn't it?

To throw your whole life away.

Wonder how I will be remembered.

Actually erase that thought.
I don't wonder. Murderess.

Conspirator. Betrayer.

Daddy!

All right, Wes? Guess where we went?
Jenny, give us some privacy.

I was just going to. . .

Don't worry.

Come on, Wes, let's go upstairs.

One last thing.
The witness at the tube station.

That's the flat. You are sure?

Jo tracked her down.
She was on the platform.

She couldn't have seen what she
said she did. She was bought.

Bought to give a false witness
statement. She is one of the
bastards that set you up.

Can you, um. . .

can you say that again?

Look, you are going to be fine. OK.

Where's the gun?

Here.

And they're definitely blanks?
Definitely.

OK. Now is your moment.

SIREN IN DISTANCE

Aggh! Shut up!

Aggh! I said. . .shut up!

Look at me.

If you go talking
to anyone again, I will kill you.

Do you understand?

Listen, you have no idea
what you've got yourself into.

That should have done it.

Yeah, there she goes.

Straight on to the police.

You were brilliant. Lady Macbeth.

Sixth Form play.

Did I wake you?

No.

Yes.

Good night.

You awake?

Didn't sleep.

No, neither did I.

I'm going to have to remind
myself of why exactly I did this

for the rest of my life.
You know why.

How much longer?

Only a few hours now. And then?

And then it's up to you. Yeah.

If we ever bump into
each other again. . .

. .either here or abroad,

I know what you are trained to say,

but if we do. . .

I'll smile. Promise?

Of course.

I smile at
every pretty woman I pass.

Harry, you're covering for someone.

Ruth Evershed is the person
we should be looking for.

We've proof of a covert
committee she's been working for.

Bringing you down was just
a small part of their plan.

Please tell me you've got
all of this worked out?

So where is Ruth?

She disappeared.
Went under our radar.

I'm not stupid, Zaf.

It's all right, I don't need to know.

I just hope she's well-hidden.

There's going
to be a full-scale witch-hunt.
Just hope she's got a broomstick.

Have you heard the news, Oliver?

No, is it good?

The Defence Secretary is
with the PM now, resigning.

The PM himself is going
to have to face Parliament.

God knows what they're
going to do with you.

I'll get my wrists slapped.

They'll re-invent my post.

You can't stop the inevitable.
Oh, I think we can.

The Prime Minister is saying
he had nothing to do with it.

You'll be buried, Oliver,
along with all the blame.

Oh, and by the way,

the seven from Cotterdam
have been found in Egypt

and they're being brought back
to Britain for proper questioning.

Proper questioning?

If you play fair,
you should expect to lose, Adam.

You know that,

even if Harry refuses to see it.

Oh. . .

. .tell him good luck with it
from me.

'The Prime Minister
refused to comment

'on the resignations
of the Defence Secretary

'and members of the intelligence
services including Oliver Mace.

'Commentators say it's the end
of dark days for the services.'

PHONE RINGS

Yes.

Thank you.

They've found her.

Where?

Dragged from the Thames this morning.

Yes, that's Ruth.

HE CRIES

So, where is she?

I told Adam not to tell you.

I told him I'd give him the sack
if he didn't.

I don't know what I'll
do without you, Ruth.

What are you. . . ?

You take good care, yes? Yes.

And you. . .

don't get shot. I won't.

Will you feed my cats?

Actually, take them to your house.

Will you adopt them?

Of course.

Goodbye, Harry.

Goodbye, Ruth.

There is something
I have to tell you. I should have
told you years ago.

Harry, please don't.

If I don't tell you now,
I never will.

Come on!

I'm coming.

Please don't say anything.

Just leave it as something
that was never said.

Something wonderful. . .

that we've never said.

Let me go, Harry.

We're going to sell nuclear
plants to the Saudis?

You knew it would be unpopular.

Someone's going to flog
them nuclear plants.

'It's the perfect barter deal.'

Good to see you.

Enough, Adam - enough lies.

Last night six men came into the
country illegally.

I want to know what they're
planning.

The terrorists are our
number one priority.

Do what you can.
'I'm going after him.'

MACHINE-GUN FIRE

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