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I'm acting CA. Anything I can do? Tell him I said, "Hello."

Hey, stranger. Hey.

You look tired. You look great.

I don't care how. I do care when. The next time I see you, you're single.

I'm worried by what I'm seeing, Tom. Don't let this happen.

TV: Harry, get away! The police are outside. Quick!

What's a man like Mickey Karharias watching this for? Can't stand the real thing any more?

The Feds...watch the house.

What do you want with me? A very powerful man wishes to hire you.

What's the job? Killing an Englishman.

There's one thing, though.

What? We want you to do it dead.

HE LAUGHS What? This place is so sordid.

Downscale sordid hotels are for affairs.

Is this an affair? I've got a brute of a husband whose name is CIA.

Actually, I'm married, too. To an older woman called MI5.

I've spied on the bitch.

Oh, let's live dangerously. Let's blow a weeks' joint pay on a Park Lane hotel in a suite -

Jacuzzi, minibar, complimentary white robes, what d'you think?

Mmm...well, not now. The company's probably staking out the big hotels all over town.

They expecting someone big to arrive?

If something's going down then Five should know, so just tell Zoe. I can't do that. Not officially.

There's a man called Mickey Karharias. He's coming to London.

Yeah? He was an assassin. He worked in organised crime in New York. He killed, oh, 15 people at least.

The FBI were close, but could never quite get enough evidence to put him away. So they gave him a pension.

They gave a hit man a pension? It was a good deal. He lived in Miami, under surveillance - gambled, drank.

It was cheaper than having him in jail. Two weeks ago he disappeared -

leaving his minder floating dead in the swimming pool. Well, isn't it still a matter for the FBI?

Well, this is where it gets freaky. This morning a secure telex was sent to me by mistake.

It was flagged Top Secret Eyes Only.

If I show it to you...

..there'll kind of be no going back on this. You want me to choose?

From CIA HQ - Eyes Only Cland-ops. Clandestine Operations? Have you got clearance for this?

No, its way above my level. How did it come to you? It was delivered to my desk by mistake. It happens.

Intercepted on Sat-Def 10. What's that? A listening satellite for cellphone calls in the Middle East.

Length of transmission: 11 seconds. Two male voices. Language - Arabic. Translation reads...

First voice: "Shark arriving Heathrow. What news of money?" Karharias is Greek for shark.

Second voice: "The four million is in the mountains." Switzerland.

First voice: "Advise of the movements of the British Eminence next 48 hours. From Algallah."

Second voice: "God's great." Record of interception ends. Algallah is a village on the outskirts of Baghdad.

Location of first caller - Riha, Saudi Arabia.

Location of second caller - Wimbledon, London, UK.

Action decided: Extreme weather. Do not advise mice. Message ends.

So someone with an Iraqi connection is hiring an American hitman to come to London to kill...

an eminent man. We haven't had a sniff of this, Christine. Of course not.

What does "extreme weather" mean? It's code for a CIA clandestine operation

to desensitise an individual on foreign soil.

Meaning...kill? Yeah. OK. Who are the mice who are not to be told?

MI5. It's a company joke, sorry.

No, feel free. So you are telling me the CIA are sending a team to stop an assassin on British soil...

without breathing a word to our security services? I had to tell you. It's wrong that you don't know.

I'm loyal, but sometimes I just hate what my country does.

I know the feeling.

Tom, however you handle it, you musn't tell Harry that this info came from me. He'd tell the company,

and they would cut off my head at the Washington monument.

Have you memorised this? Yeah.

So the CIA had no intention of telling us? Seems not. Why haven't we picked up anything about this?

We weren't meant to. Karharias is an American. It's their affair.

So what does Harry say? I can't tell Harry. This came from Christine.

You're protecting her. What do you see in her? Californian, hard bod.

Yes, Danny! Zoe, don't you just want to turn this job inside out?

Break all the rules, just for the hell of it? No.

Heated debate? Harry, we're talking about pay. Hence the passion.

I'm her official contact! Christine saw something above her clearance. Zoe, you'd have had to report it.

Yeah, like we should now! Not until we've got confirmation that Karharias is in this country.

Sorry, Tom, but I don't like this. I don't like lots of things.

I found a pic of Karharias on the web. WWW.glamourofcrime.com.

We'll stake out arrivals at Heathrow from the States. Watch and wait.

Nothing?

Spotting the proverbial needle in a haystack.

We have to tell Harry. The target could be the PM. Let's trust Tom.

What's this flight coming through? Chicago. On time, too.

Tom, we're having to tell Harry all sorts of lies about this, and it has been going on for two days.

Hey, I spy spies! How do you mean? Am I going bonkers or is that a surveillance team down there?

HE LAUGHS Woman in blue...by the barrier.

The guy in the suit - CIA. How do you know? He was tailing Christine.

Hell, Tom. The guy with a coke. Not drinking it.

They've sent a surveillance team to receive him. That has got to be Karharias.

What do we do now? Tail him, find his hidey-hole, call Harry and send in the cavalry.

Snatch him from the CIA? I like that. Get the car.

'Tom, Zoe, you'll not believe this. The car - the tyres are slashed.'

My skin is starting to crawl. Are we really going to war with CIA Cland-ops and not telling anyone?

Look, I don't want to bitch about this behind Tom's back. No, fine.

It's time for my meeting with Christine Dale. Will you come with me? Just listen in. OK.

That's a tracking device? Nano technology.

Touch the pad with your finger. Then touch the target - clothing or skin.

That's the control device.

We developed this? Sadly, no. It's CIA. I...um...got hold of it.

You stole it? Repayment of a favour.

Nice bag. Thanks. New? Not really. Great for smuggling telexes out of the American embassy.

Is this being recorded? Danny's listening. We're not recording it.

What's happening? What's Tom doing?

Y'know the hotel where you and Tom met? Right. This guy was outside.

He took a surveillance team into Heathrow.

They hooked a man who we think was Karharias. Well, that's great.

We do have a database of active CIA agents. We are not total hicks!

I know. Well, I can't find anything that connects him to you. He's Cland-ops. His cover will be deep.

When they sent the telex to you, why didn't you pass it on? Does Tom know that you're leaning on me?

I need something concrete. Something like the secure telex that started this. I can't.

Why not? Tom burnt it.

I didn't want the telex to be traced. It's the only evidence. Of what? That this is real. Zoe.

I think Christine Dale's setting you up. This stops. Right now. Tell Harry, then! I will. Soon.

What's got into you? I'm afraid that he'll drag me into lots of trouble.

Us into trouble. That's what I meant. Give him another day. Right.

Can I have a word? Sure.

Malcolm told me about his latest toy. Oh, that nano thingy.

He's lost it. He's lost it? You haven't seen it, have you?

No. Why? Tom... What?

Zoe and I are getting itchy feet. We're acting like a clandestine op. My skin's crawling about it, too.

It's a feeling we come to rely on in this job.

Yeah.

Where the hell are we going, Tom?

Tom's preparing a legend? Illegally? Irish passport. With an old visa in it for Slovakia.

And you saw this? Yes! Why would he do that, Danny? There could be only one reason.

One reason for what? Harry. The last two days there have been comings and goings and whisperings.

My office.

Begin. There's nothing to begin with.

Tom's protecting Christine Dale. Why?

Come on. Tell me all.

You briefed Danny and Zoe. I had to. I needed backup.

I showed you that damn telex out of misguided love for your stupid country. I wish I'd thrown it away.

I won't let it be traced. I don't know if I can trust you to do that.

Right, we should get out of here. Why? We were being shadowed. That's what's driving me crazy.

Why haven't they pulled me in about seeing you? What's it like at work?

Everything's normal, but horrible. I feel like any second security's going to come for me.

This is going to destroy us, isn't it? No.

No way.

Stand up!

Do you know the meaning of what you have told me?

You've accused a respected officer, in whose hands you've trusted your lives, of treason. Treason? Um...

What's your word for it? I don't know. You don't know?

We don't know where Tom's at any more, Harry.

Right. This is what I am ordering.

ORDERING you to do.

You will discuss these accusations with no-one - not even yourselves.

You are to take no further part in this op. Your futures in this department are hanging by a thread.

Do I make myself clear? Yes, Harry. Yes, Harry. Now get out.

DOORBELL RINGS

Mr Tom Quinn. And you are? The name is Herb Ziegler.

Can we talk?

Look, the company's fine about you and the lovely Christine.

We don't mind Romeo and Juliet affairs with the other services. You may let slip more than she does.

Carry on in hotel rooms all around London. We think it's kinda sweet.

What kind of fool are you? I'm a fool for my country.

Yeah. Well, maybe that fits both of us.

The man you picked up at Heathrow - that was Mickey Karharias.

You weren't meant to see that. Karharias is our concern.

A notorious assassin is very much our concern, too.

Walk away. This operation is off limits to you. Karharias is a clear and present threat to this country.

If you don't let this go... I am telling you...

Christine Dale will be jailed for leaking a top-secret communication.

You would crucify one of your best officers to stop British security?

Let the big boys do what they've got to do, Tom... and Christine won't get hurt.

Do I have a choice? ..No.

MOBILE RINGS

I've got to take this. Feel free.

Hello?

Yeah. ..OK. ..Yeah.

Thanks.

So who's the target? Who hired Karharias?

Live the illusion, Tom.

DOORBELL RINGS

MOBILE RINGS Hello?

Come for a drink. It's Tom. Tell him to go to Thames House. Tom...

I'm at Cannon Street station. At a service area. Get here now!

He's at Cannon Street.

Tom, what on earth? Let me get you up to speed.

I had a visit from our staring, waving friend - Herb Ziegler.

What? Ziegler came to my flat. I put a tracking device on him. He made a drop. I'm waiting for the pick-up.

Should we peek? I did. It read, "Our friend's warned. Where's the meet?"

He warned you? He said, "Christine would go to jail for treason." Why don't we all go for treason(?)

We can't do this on our own. We've got to ring in. Harry will send in the cavalry. They might scare off

whoever will make the pick-up. God, this is the only link we've got to stop an assassination! Come on!

Nights like this... you love it! You know you do. That's why we do the job.

OK. Let's wait for the pick-up.

Yeah, all right. Good. Coffee?

You came prepared.

I had a field kit ready. A man ahead of the game. I think so.

Three hours.

Here we go.

Writing a reply? Yeah.

I'll go.

Tom, Tom, you are going to tell Harry about this, aren't you?

Tom? We'll see.

Salter's Farm, Feniston, Sudbury. Anyone know Feniston? Sudbury's in Suffolk. Zoe, have you got a car?

Oh, no. What the CIA is doing is espionage as rape.

They're trying to destroy MY life with Christine! Why should I trust them with my country?

Are you for me or against me?

Nothing?

No.

Well, let's wait till nightfall and have a closer look.

Don't ring in. Hit me if you want to stop me.

Just when we're on top of this. Interference. There shouldn't be.

There's a mast over there. Probably an electronic interference field.

Nothing's happening. I say we go out of range of the interference and report.

You still ringing them? Yes. And? Nothing, they're not home. Mobiles?

All three not available. Every 10 minutes ring Tom's flat, Zoe and Danny's and all three mobiles. Yes.

Oh, Harry, I've been onto the FBI. And this American criminal? Michael "The Shark" Karharias -

amazing what they call themselves - well, he's dead.

The FBI had a tip-off. His body was found in Miami three days ago.

So Tom saw a dead man arrive at Heathrow.

Come. Now.

I think Tom Quinn's on the blink.

Not Tom. He's been running an op for his own purposes. And I'm having nightmares about what they are.

Are you saying he's acting against the interests of the service? Yes.

Tom Quinn is your brightest and best.

It's the brightest and the best who can go bad so spectacularly.

What are you going to do? Issue a warrant for Tom Quinn's arrest.

The police will pick him up on an anti-terrorism charge. This is going to be so ugly. I know.

You stand by me on this, Ruth?

Yes.

Are you two all right? Oh, yeah, great(!)

Man, they were good coming out of the wood.

Aren't we meant to be on the same side? Not any more.

Here we go.

Ah! It's all right, Danny. Don't worry, it'll be OK!

We're not going to get out of this, are we? You are.

You're Herb Ziegler.

First try and you... ticked a box. Well done.

- I thought... - What? Come on, Danny...

share. Share. Now just how incompetent are you people?

You're blundering around in a dangerous and difficult op of ours, thinking we're the bad guys.

- Is this what the good guys do(?) - Did you tell Harry Pearce that Tom was preparing a legend...

as an Irishman...with a Slovakian visa in his passport?

What's the matter, Danny?

Surprised that I knew that?

- Did you tell Harry? - I don't know what you're talking about.

What do you know about Tom's plans in Slovakia?

Nothing!

You're sure about that?

I don't know what you are talking about!

Ah, well.

Aah!

< Aah!

< Aah!

What are they doing to him, Tom?

No! Zoe, Zoe, Zoe, just tell them you know about the legend! Zoe, tell them you know about the legend!

What legend? Yours. To go to Slovakia.

What are you talking about? Brick Lane. The leather shop...

Danny, it was a lead that went nowhere - on Ziegler's carrier bag.

What carrier bag? Ziegler had a carrier bag. A-Z Leather was on it. I checked out a shop.

Stop playing games! What did you find? You know. No, I don't know!

An Irish passport in the name of Conners. What? With your photograph.

You went to the shop to check if your forger was doing the job! I have NOT been preparing a legend...

in the service or illegally, Danny. I don't believe you. How can I?!

I admired you, Tom.

I would have gone to the ends of the earth for you.

This is not what it seems. No?

No.

What are you doing? What's in Slovakia? Some love nest for you and Christine Dale?

Danny, I haven't got the cash for that! You know me, I'm broke.

There are ways of getting unbroke in our line of work. What have you got yourself mixed up in? Tell me, Tom!

Danny, there's no time. You tell me you trust me. I don't.

I don't.

Zoe?

This is smoke and mirrors, Danny. Someone's spinning an illusion.

Yeah...you!

No! no, please. Please, no!

Ah!

Please, stop!

Danny? It's OK.

I've got a signal.

We go in. Agreed? Yeah.

How are the two of you feeling?

The answer should be - "Victimised, taken for suckers, betrayed." I can't believe that. No.

Danny? Yeah.

I didn't believe it. I still don't. But it's all coming together in my head and I hate it.

Share your thoughts with us, Danny. Tom staged the whole thing.

He spotted Karharias... or claims it was him.

The whole thing at Heathrow, the CIA team, the whole thing, was a fake. So Ziegler was Tom's collaborator?

His right-hand man. The thing at the farm - Tom set that up, too? Yes.

No, not Tom. Zoe...

..I want you to accept this. If you don't, you will eat your heart out.

Why did he have the Irish passport made? So he could disappear. Yes. And what about the assassination?

I believe there is indeed a team of killers and Tom is running it. How can you possibly believe THAT?!

Money, Zoe. In the end, in this world, it is often money which finally reveals the truth.

Ruth did a banking check of accounts recently opened in the name of Paul Connors.

The legend on the false passport? And?

The London branch of the Slovakian National Bank. Three days ago - a deposit of four million dollars.

We have to accept this awful truth about somebody we have worked with and admired.

Well, I can't. And I won't. Zoe, he was going to fake his disappearance to pass himself off as a hero!

Traitors are often vain. They want us to admire them. This is wrong.

There's a full national alert in place. All engagements of cabinet members and prominent MPs are being

ring-fenced with extra security. If Tom's friends are going to strike - the next 24 hours are crucial.

We don't have a blind idea where they are or who they are going to hit. So...all hands to the pumps.

The horrible thing is...I can believe it. I can see him doing it.

We have to stick together, Danny. We can't let it happen to us. Ever.

No.

You're not helping us, Miss Dale. Why did Tom destroy the telex?

To protect me. Your employers have been enormously helpful.

There is no record of any such telex being sent by CIA Cland-ops...to anyone.

Nor any record of a satellite intercepted call made from Riha, Saudi Arabia to Wimbledon, London.

- But... - CIA registry does have a record of you receiving a telex -

sent from a commercial firm in Islington. Our technical side have retrieved the content of the telex

from the firm's database.

Is this the document that you showed Tom?

(Yes.) Speak up. This conversation is, of course, being recorded.

Yes. This man.

What have you done?

Have you destroyed one of my best men? No! What are you?! Some kind of old-style honey trap?!

I swear! Mr. Pearce, please honour the parameters we have agreed for this interview or we'll terminate.

I thought it was wrong that we didn't tell you that there was an assassin here. I love your country.

And, for your mikes in this place, I love Tom Quinn.

Michael Karharias.

His body was found in a Miami storm drain three days ago.

There is no American assassin. There's no mystery CIA man. Your family's Czechoslovakian.

What? Well, not Czech. Slovakian, actually. Dale - originally Dallich, wasn't it?

My grandfather was from Bratislava. What is this?

Christine...if you and Tom were planning to flee and hide, tell me.

I look on Tom as a friend. I'll do everything to help you both.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I'm so very sorry that you don't.

Kindly thank your head of station for allowing us to have first bite at the rotten apple.

Haven't you seen a Gepard M1 12.7 millimetre rifle?

Armour-piercing rounds, uranium tipped. A sniper's dream.

And now we have our little talk.

You don't know who I am, do you? You know, I didn't think you would. You're too...

arrogant.

Hermann Joyce. ..Yeah.

One of the living dead.

So...this is about Lisa?

Of course it's about Lisa.

So be the polite Englishman...

and ask how she is.

She is not good, Tom.

Not good at all. My daughter is in a facility in Maine...

in a catatonic state of withdrawal.

She doesn't speak... she doesn't see.

There are times when she begins to scream.

She doesn't stop screaming until sedatives are injected into her.

Lisa Joyce.

Alison, Jane, Sara, Lucy, Jessica.

And you must be Lisa. Hello, Lisa. Nice to meet you.

I'm not responsible for what happened.

Of course you are responsible! You were fellow students. You were a friend of hers.

I had no idea what she got mixed up in. But I came to you for help. You were a graduate,

already an MI5 officer, undercover at the London School of Economics.

I couldn't talk to her, I was CIA. She called me a fascist.

I looked to you to get her out.

And I tried. I...I tried. I warned her off them.

Don't be so disingenuous, you little shit! You recruited her! You turned her into a Five asset.

An untrained girl of 19! You sent her undercover

to penetrate a European hard-core anarchist cell!

Hermann Joyce, veteran agent

of a four-year tour... undercover in the Soviet Union.

An unsung hero. The spy's spy. I was so flattered when you asked me to help Lisa.

And you were so pleased when she agreed to go undercover.

She was coming back to the family tradition. But she couldn't do it.

She couldn't handle the fear you subjected her to. What are you going to do with me?

You took everything from her.

Now I'm taking everything from YOU.

I heard about this Iraqi family -

once all powerful, and now with a consuming hatred for your country. You set me up.

The MOTHER of all setups.

I have destroyed your very soul, Tom Quinn.

You're like Lisa now.

In your own personal hell.

And that's just. Just(?)

I have to move on now.

The great moments of pleasure pass quickly into memory, do they not?

Flat bit of England here.

I'm thinking of taking in Ipswich.

Is that...an historic British town?

TV PLAYS LOUD

Hello, I need to use your phone. I'm sorry. Hello?

Phone?

PHONE RINGS Hello? This is an open line, but I've got to use it. Tom.

Where are you? Tom, it's Zoe.

Zoe, listen. I'm certain the assassination will be in Ipswich.

There'll be a sniper rifle left at the scene - a Hungarian Gepard M1. It'll have my finger prints on it.

Tom, we know about the assassination. What?

Zoe, what do you mean? 'We're interrupting this programme. There has been an attempt on the life of

'Air Chief Marshal Sir John Stone. He was on his way to an RAF base near Ipswich.'

'Our reporter Simon Newton is at St Hilary's General Hospital.'

'Doctors are fighting to save Sir John's life. He arrived driven in

'the same car that was hit by a single bullet from a marksman.

'There been no official statement, but we understand...' Hello, Zoe. Um...I just heard. How is he?

Well, he's...he's dead, Tom.

He died about 20 minutes ago.

Right, you listen to me. I have been set up. The man behind it is ex CIA. His name is Hermann Joyce.

I recruited his daughter Lisa to penetrate the Neo Red Brigade.

She went to pieces. He blames me. Understand?

Hermann Joyce? Ruth, check it out.

Harry, Downing Street is on the phone. Zoe. Yeah?

Tom, come in to Thames House.

No. You come to me. Someone's wrecking my life. I have to explain. All right, we'll meet you.

The three of you. If I get a whiff of Special Forces I'll disappear.

Coo-ee! This telly o' yours!

I'm at Old Orchard Cottage. Near Shottaton. Two B roads cross - one to Woodbridge, one to Aldeburgh.

Postcode is IP34 4PC.

Your daughter's having you for the night, remember? Who's a lucky girl?

- Tom's file. He did recruit Lisa Joyce, but she didn't work out. - There's one part that's true.

I'll ask the CIA. We'll pick Tom up.

Send in the heavies and you won't see him for dust. We're dealing with an assassination. Malcolm!

Harry...? I'm not debating Tom Quinn with you.

Harry. I need a signal device. Coming up.

Danny, order a chinook to be five minutes away from this cottage

with Special Forces on board. Why do we need backup like that?!

Just do it! Signal device. Who will you want to signal? Special forces - Colchester detachment.

Danny will give you the code. The CIA won't tell us about Hermann Joyce. Hack into their database.

I'll give you a grid reference en route. Call us on the scrambler.

MOBILE RINGS

MOBILE KEEPS RINGING

Tom.

Don't worry. I'm OK. It was a bit rough, but no lasting damage.

What's the matter? You pulled my file on Lisa Joyce? We did that.

That's what this is about. That's why Joyce has done this. Tom... Shut up!

What is this? You met Joyce? Yeah. We all did! Danny and Zoe did. In a farm...where he held us.

For God's sake! Zoe, what's wrong?

You're a liar! It wasn't Joyce. Well, who the hell do you think it was? You tell us!

Hermann Joyce was one of the very BEST undercover agents the CIA ever had!

In God's name, what is WRONG? What's WRONG is that he died five years ago! What's happened to you?

Nothing has happened to me! I'm just trying to clear my name!

Oh, God! Tom, Hermann Joyce was killed in a car crash. He's buried in his hometown of Sefton, Maine.

Ruth has a picture of the funeral. His wife was there!

He doctored the files! It was a full-blown CIA funeral! A flag on the coffin, weeping widow!

OK. Let's think it through. He faked his own death, he staged the car crash. Oh! It's perfect cover.

All right. Tell him all of it.

We phoned his wife from the car. She lives in New York, Tom. She was with him in the car!

Then she's in it with him! Harry thinks this has been run by you.

Do you? I've seen the good go bad before. Even men as good as you.

You really believe this of me? Best not to believe anything.

Tom, give me the gun. It's over, Tom!

Don't let Joyce win. Don't you see what he's done to us?

Don't, Harry. What? You've got a signal device. It's nothing.

Raise your hands, Harry. There's no need. I need to get to Joyce, so then I can prove my innocence.

You know what I must do. Don't!

BANG!

You know what I must do. Don't, Harry!

MOBILE RINGS

On the beach?

OK.