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I AM the interests!

What is it this time? Spain, Morocco?

You want to reduce 5 to a group of decorators for a whitewash. You're on dangerous ground, Harry.

Don't you want to live like a real family? Please! My son doesn't know my real name.

My role is no longer operational. I just oversee. Precisely.

Everything goes across your desk. Harry, we're on the same side.

THEY PLAY ROCK MUSIC

# Realistic, nihilistic

# Yeah

# Twisting my views

# On the six o'clock news

# Light up the skies

# Fourth of July... #

Knight Bachelor...

to receive the honour of knighthood.

For services to popular music.

This way Sir Riff. Riff, Sir Riff.

Come a long way. Youngest man to be knighted.

Oh, he's still a rocker really. What did the Queen say to you?

She said that her Corgis were musically more intelligent than me.

She said, "My grandchildren really love your music."

Here he is, here he is, my son and heir.

Hey, what's it all about?

So Sir Riff, what's next? Uh, well I suppose we'll have a bit of a party. Yes!

MUSIC: "Ace Of Spades" by Motorhead

I warned you!

Don't do that again!

Babe.

All right, guys?

Shit!

ALARM SOUNDS Riff! Riff! Someone's taken Alfie.

Oh...

It's OK, we'll call the police. The police won't get him back.

We've been knighted! I want hard bastards, I want MI5.

Horrible experience.

Realistic Nihilistic is a jewel in the crown of British grunge. Is it? 15 million copies worldwide.

Beggars belief.

It's distressing about the child, but why does this service have to be involved?

Downing Street look on the recovery of Alfie as vital to National Security. They're playing politics.

And Sir Riff has done a lot for whales. He's Welsh?

No, WH-ales.

She does good works too.

Things for refugees.

What fashion shows in refugee camps?

Yes, she did one on the Congolese border.

100,000 women turned up. The photos went worldwide.

Downing Street insist, Harry.

And it won't do 5 any harm to be seen to be doing something cuddly. Cuddly?

Find the kidnappers, get the child back in time for the Sunday papers.

Then the country might love us too.

REPORTERS SHOUT QUESTIONS

Any word from the kidnappers? Not a squeak.

I take it we ignore the drugs we're finding.

Keep a note. I've never handled a kidnapping.

Abduction Procedures. The Police Kidnap Unit's Bible - read it and speedily digest.

This is police business. What are we doing? Kissing behinds.

Dreadful business. Has Malcolm put a tap in?

He's tried but the knight of the realm's lady doesn't like it.

The manual says the first stage

is to secure the co-operation of the kidnap victim's close associates or family. What are they like?

Erm... I did not agree to that! I understood... Then un-understand.

I don't want a black box bugging my grief.

Kidnappers usually make a ransom demand by phone and quickly.

When they do that we need to record them.

What, trace the call...? We'll do that.

But they'll use a public phone and be gone by the time we get there.

It's the tape that's really vital. That can tell us so many things - background sounds, accents... No.

I'm not having spies getting off on my private calls!

You use a mobile phone. We've detected an anti-scanning device in your house. State of the art.

Of course. Don't you get it? We're being snooped on the whole time.

We really need to record a call from these bastards.

Oh... OK. Plug it in.

So you're the boss spook? Absolutely.

You're no James Bond. Well, I'll get off then. >

Er, I'm a big fan by the way.

Thank you, that's really sweet.

Do you want some tea? Thank you very much.

I don't believe this. God, I'm sorry...

I'm sorry... I'm being a difficult cow.

I just...I want you to get him back. That's why I called Downing Street.

Well, we'll do our best. But this is really police work.

But you're secret police.

You've got to be better than the other lot.

Do you want a drink?

Actually it's a little early for me.

Perhaps we could talk to your husband?

Riff's unconscious from emotion.

Well, perhaps when he's feeling better.

But there are a few questions.

This girl who...er... distracted your security guard.

Any idea who she is? No, I don't know her.

Miss B, we have to find this girl. I don't know her!

Look please, call me B.

Miss B's so cold.

My real name's Brenda.

When I started modelling, they said I couldn't do anything with a name like Brenda.

It was the '90s. My image was everything.

Absolutely.

So what's your name, Mr Boss Spook?

John.

Find him for me, John.

I'm dying inside.

Why haven't they rung yet?

They will.

How many kidnaps have you handled? Dozens.

Right.

Want some of this? No, I'm working.

So am I.

Writing me new album. How's that going?

The sick thing is, you know I ain't had a lyric come in to me head for weeks and now,

as soon as they told me that Alfie had been snatched,

one came straight into me head.

What...

A song about him? Yeah.

Thought I... I thought I'd better write it about a girl, you know.

Thought it might be a bit tacky if people knew it was about Alfie.

# I weep on the phone

# Leave her alone

# Send her home

# Kidnap my heart, tear me apart Can't take it no more

# I'm on the floor Can't take the pain no more. #

It's great.

No it's not, it's crap.

It's just not there any more, my talent's left me.

That's not what your fans think. Fans?

I haven't got fans. I got people-eaters.

People who want to eat me.

D'you know what happened last week? D'you know what I got through the post?

A crisp packet full of pubic hair. What's all that about?

It's going to be all right.

I've gotta lie down.

SHE SNIFFS

HE SOBS

Shush. Don't cry. Shush. HE SOBS

Oh, where is he?

He must be starving by now? It'll be all right,

it'll be all right... Will it?

It'll be all right. Come on.

Everything working? It's all operational. Yes! What?

I'm through. We can listen to her mobile.

13 hours since the kid was taken. Contact's usually made in the first six hours. Stay sharp.

I've an informant to see.

Michelle. Adam. My salad. Madam.

I'll have the meatballs. Thank you, sir.

Tell me what you know about Riff and B.

His career's on the slide. Has been for ten years.

Since then it's you know, tracks with strings, Christmas novelty songs. He's lost his edge.

Her modelling career's lasted.

Some say it's bone structure some say she's a "strat shag". A what?

A Strategic Shagger. So why does the nation love 'em?

Fame and lust.

Riff and B are a mass sexual fantasy.

The danger for them is that at any moment it could turn into a bloodsport.

You can't run this. I'm your window into Fleet Street. You need my help. Help me in return.

You're in breach of the Official Secrets Act. Who isn't? I know all about what's going on.

I did an exclusive deal with Riff and B this morning.

Their baby goes out the window and they're on the phone to some... Trashy gossip magazine? Of course.

I'll hold that from the next edition if you talk to me.

Shred the hard copies and delete all the images from your computers. So MI5 are investigating?

Fantastic!

THEY SING: # Drinking all my love away, away... #

Excuse me. DANNY CONTINUES TO SING

I said, excuse me? Sorry, Harry...er...research.

Brilliant album. Bit of an oldie. Do you mind? This is my youth.

Um, what's B like, Harry? Beauty, damaged.

Harry, why are we investigating this? It's a police job.

Do you understand atomic theory? Quantum mechanics?

How there are six extra dimensions parallel to this one? No.

Nor do I. I don't understand politics, either.

PHONE RINGS

Yes. Harry!

It's, er, it's John Sylvester.

I'm trying to call in a favour here.

You remember I helped you out of that jam when I was in the Foreign Office?

That business with the Sheik from the Gulf and the casino? That was a while ago.

John, what's the problem? Well, fame. Fame!

That's the problem.

If I wasn't a Government minister, a TV face...

Money or a woman? I went with a girl in the park.

What park?

Kensington Gardens.

We were in a hotel and she said, "Let's do it in a park for fun."

She was fun.

But all along she knew who I was!

She made threats!

The tabloids.

Me, with my experience, suckered by a kiss-and-tell.

So you want me to find her?

She may be in hospital.

I lost control.

I hit her.

She fell,

she hit her head or something...

The way she was lying looked strange.

I panicked...

I ran...

How did you contact her?

The mobile.

Then I think it ought to be destroyed, don't you?

Professionally.

Sylvester's phone. Get Malcolm and Colin to take a look. Trace his life He was the hope of his party.

A high flyer. Now falling fast.

Mr Mace. Miss Evershed.

You were in Portcullis House. Are we spying on each other now?

Oh, come, we both have that place under surveillance.

Tracking MP's mistresses and drink deliveries.

Sylvester.

Is it money or a woman? Neither.

Really?

No memory on a chip is ever deleted.

Not even in a politician's phone. Tags are left to hidden files. Digital ghosts.

We've retrieved these photos from the sim card on the phone. Hard copies.

But who is she?

Why's there no progress on the kidnapping? I said to run this personally.

Adam Carter is running it, full stop All right!

There is another dimension to this.

Downing Street are wondering whether, after all, the knighthood was...appropriate.

Downing Street had him kneel 'neath the royal bread knife because an election's coming.

Anything for votes.

Now they want to un-knight him?

It's the wife that's worrying us.

I want someone in there undercover, to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. Not on my budget.

Oh, I'm sending an officer over from 6.

She'll be brilliant. She?

Fiona! Hi.

What d'you think?

Very purple.

Very purple is what Wes wants. Eight year-olds make great interior decorators.

You don't mind then? Yeah, great.

What did you really text me for?

Oliver Mace has ordered me over to Thames House.

I'm to go under cover on your Riff and B op. No way... It's orders. I'm going to Harry.

Adam, I want it. If I come over to 5 I can have a life with you and Wes, in this house...

I don't want you working in the field! Let's just see how this goes.

I need to be in the field, Adam.

It'll get you killed one day. I know it.

Look, I've got to do this.

Is the cocaine here? Malcolm's got it.

Cocaine? Yeah, it's bait.

Customs and Excise went potty but I bent them to my will. Better be good stuff, B will know.

Malcolm, do you have a substitute for the cocaine in case get myself in a situation.

Section G have concocted this. It'll give you a convincing nasal discharge.

Lovely. Harry...

Adam...

Look I'm here, and that's that.

Did you get these from the police?

Off someone in the Greater London Murder Squad.

I know an IT girl working as a researcher in the incident room.

She wants to get into GCHQ, I've said I'll put a word in for her.

So she e-mailed this to me without her superiors knowing.

Is any institution in this country safe from you?

I like to think not.

Poor girl, will we ever know her name?

This is the girl Sylvester snapped. They were in Kensington Gardens.

Breaking and entering, Harry?

Her body's in the Kensington mortuary.

The police have been unable to identify her.

They think she may be an illegal.

I didn't kill her, I swear...

Recognise her? Familiar pose?

Not so pretty now, is she?

"Dear Prime Minister, I resign..."

You describe what happened. You sign it.

Write.

I'll put that in the internal mail for you.

Perhaps you'd like to help the police with their enquiries.

You Spooks walk through walls or what?

Your letter did not arrive.

You intercepted a letter from me to the PM?

I hope you haven't done anything stupid, like ringing the police.

I must resign. And you will.

But not for the real reason.

I can't get away with the old family chestnut - missing my children's childhood. You can...

if we have a good day to bury bad news.

There's this Riff and B story running.

Oh, you mean when they find the baby?

You will be buried on the inside pages.

Timing is all.

I will let you know exactly when.

Um...what about the...uh...?

The girl will be recorded as a possible illegal, found dead.

Ten days in the mortuary, then they'll cremate her.

I'll always suffer with my conscience.

All that concerns me

is that the Government does not fall because of your disgusting little sin!

By the New Year, we could be at war with Iran.

Now, please...

pull yourself together!

We've giving you a legend with a French firm. Vita Nuova. Do I get free make-up?

We'll see what we can do when this is over. So how come such a big firm lets us use it?

French Security Services use them as cover. Free make-up for ambassadors' wives...

it gets the French into lots of places.

Harry's called in a favour to let us run you as a rep.

Research on Brenda Rawlings, known to us as B. Anything I can use?

Or is she sickeningly perfect? Um, she's had liposuction on her bum.

Really?

Thanks. And the next customer, please.

Just been sent over from Vita Nuova's Bond Street shop. You'll have to sign for it.

And they would very much like you to give it to B.

She gets all this free? For a woman like that, everything is free.

You think so? Here are your drugs. Here's the fake.

Ring with a secret compartment.

And here is the real stuff.

Bolivia's finest. That should impress the Knight and his lady.

Why thank you, kind sir.

Any news about the baby?

REPORTERS SHOUT QUESTIONS

I'm here to see B. Andrea La Rouche from Vita Nuova cosmetics.

Sorry, Miss, I have to search you. Oh, right, OK. What are you?

From Vita Nuova...

Have you got any idea what is going down in this house?

Vita Nuova? I'm Andrea La Rouche... Babe, it's OK.

Get out! Just wait.

What are you doing?

I am responsible for your security.

Miss, I will have to search your bag. Ignore him. He's a tosser. Come and have a drink.

You, downstairs.

(She's in.)

I think my boss left a message...

I wasn't sure whether to come. I'm so sorry about what's happening to your family.

It's got nothing to do with you, has it? Look, um...

I can come back later if you like. No, doing business will take my mind off Alfie.

How's Henrie?

Our managing director's in love with you. He's a fag.

You saying I'm some kind of gay icon?

No.

Are you?

If it sells.

Are you cool?

Sure.

I've got some Bolivian, actually. Special sample.

How am I gonna get through today?

You should get some sleep. I can't, not with a stranger in there.

Well, why not a bed...? I can't, I just can't do it.

Why is that?

I'm just not used to it - it's all the touring in the early days.

Doing all the small festivals, sleeping on floors, I mean,

it's how my world began, you know.

If I can't sleep...B's chopping up some lines of Charlie. Want some?

Riff, I know I'm just a security man and everything...

but can I say something like a friend?

Yeah. Stay straight today.

You've got to get Alfie back.

Yeah, you're right. I'll just...I'll just do vodka.

Andrea La Rouche? You French, then?

Nah...I'm from Bromley.

I'm from Bromley too. Are you saying that just to suck up?

No. I'm a Bromley girl, I went to Wantage Road School. The all-girls'.

What about you?

The Grange. Ooh, private!

Daddy had shops.

Do you get on? He died.

Sorry. No, it's all right. Bromley girls?

People I went to school with wouldn't dream of some of the things I get up to. What do you get up to?

Botox...everywhere.

Lipo on my bum. You've had that, have you? After I had my baby.

The thing that worried me was that they wouldn't, you know, get it equal each side. Yeah, I know...

I did that after Alfie.

I love him, but he wrecked my body.

It's not like I can go back to work with a saggy arse.

Fought too hard.

Ten years ago, I was too short for the shows.

It was all supermodels who were the waifs.

Now one baby in,

and I'm gonna ruin my bum cheeks.

It's tragic! PHONE RINGS

DISTORTED VOICE: You want Alfie back, this is what you do -

Three million in a holdall - non-sequential notes.

Do this or you get little Alfie sent to you in the post... Contact!

..bit by bit. Put the money in a tan leather bag. Take it to The Hole.

Put the bag in the cloakroom.

Stick the cloakroom ticket behind the pipe of the last toilet in the gents. Do it tonight.

And you get little Alfie...

not cut up.

Tell the cops, if they follow us he dies. MACHINE BLEEPS

Do you torture people? No. We don't.

You should - that bastard! What's The Hole? It's a club. It's where Riff started.

I want to pay them. That's not how to play it. What are you talking about?

It's my money, my kid! I must advise you... How much did he say? Three million.

Yeah, yeah. We can do that. We can do that.

I can cut off both me arms and stick 'em in the bag, if that's gonna help get Alfie back. You can't stop us.

All right but I run this, all the way. Action man!

Here's the cloakroom.

That's my money!

Get back my kid!

I'm going to wait for these bastards No, no, you're not.

I want to see their faces. Get back in the car - now.

I'm taking you back home.

His Sirness is losing it.

Ticket in the loo, bag in the cloakroom. Doesn't make any sense.

The kidnappers must know we'll be watching them.

Malcolm? Are you getting this?

All operational systems at optimum. Over.

Just tell me if you can see the hole in the wall.

Cameras at optimum, roger and over.

Great! Get one of your "optimum" cameras on the street outside.

You're really sweet and everything but...I should probably go.

No, stay. Overnight if you like.

I need someone to be with me for this. Well, you know my boss...

Your boss will cream his panties if he knows you're staying with me. He'll be dreaming endorsements.

Well, if you're sure? It's nothing.

I've decided I like you. I'm good at people.

All right?

Yeah, great.

No, no - you were supposed to stay there!

We've got things under control. Shut up! You're just the hired help. Go away, I'm talking to my husband.

Baby, he's trying to get our kid back. You still here? I should go.

Andrea, stay. You I need, him I don't. I'll let you know.

You promised me you'd stay with the money! You promised! B, they got it covered, all right?

The kidnappers are gonna ring here. Where did you put the bag?! Where did you put the bag?!

Against the wall. You don't know what you're talking about! Danny. Adam. Please use call signs.

How's the famous couple?

Having a marital conversation.

Anything happened?

Minor scene in the gents, but erm, nothing.

Wait! We've got a visual!

Trackers?

All six devices are operational.

He's masked. He knows he's on camera.

OK. He's not stupid. All units stay well back and let the trackers do their job.

He's got the bag. I repeat, he's got the bag.

Here we go.

He's turning off the road. Grid ref 19-5, 8-13.

Some sort of scrap yard. CCTV?

Matton Security Systems.

I'll access their cameras.

Clear.

What's he doing with the bag?

An electro magnet.

All units intercept at grid referenc 19-5, 8-13. The trackers have stopped working. All of them.

All units do you have a visual?!

I repeat - does anyone have a visual Negative. Negative.

Damn it! We've lost them! B: So you lost them and the money?!

They took it to a scrap yard, knocked out the tracking devices under a magnet.

They know what they're doing - you don't!

Wait, they got the money now so we'll get Alfie back. That's good isn't it?

We want to catch them. That's your gig. We want our kid back!

Look, I apologise. But we've got to move on... Bullshit! B...

Babe... Don't give up.

B...

Bathroom!

Oh, sod... Put your head back. Put it back!

What d'you think? It's a dangerous game.

I mean what they're up to. The kidnap's a fake. She did it. He's afraid for the kid she's not at all.

Her reaction's false. She knew how the bag was going to be lifted.

What's she doing? She'll have got someone she trusts to snatch him.

Someone who knows what they're doing. Then when they get the kid back the whole nation will rejoice.

All for publicity. All for fame. The coke, it's dangerous.

It's the only way I can stay with her. Don't worry. What about the substitute stuff? She's too sharp.

It's OK. I'm taking an antidote. What antidote? Valium. Valium!

Look, you got to stop this.

I can handle it.

Back in the field? Best team ever?

Flush it. What? The loo. Oh, yeah.

Only someone really heavyweight would think of this.

You really think B set this up - had her own child kidnapped, stole her own money? Fi thinks so too.

We're all part of her publicity machine? Not any more. I'm pulling Fiona out.

Don't do that. Everything's changed.

A very shallow grave. Dug in a hurry.

It's only a few hundred yards from the house.

The baby's got a head injury and the pathologist thinks his neck's broken too. They dropped him?

Probably coming out of the window. Dear God...

No, no... No, no, it's not.

No, that's wrong. Why's this happening to us? They took the money

Where is he? Where is he? He's at the police mortuary. No! I want to see my son!

I want to see him, I want to see my son. You've got to help me...

We'll arrange that. You can't go. I want to see him... I want to see my son! Someone's gotta help me...

Help me. We will help you, we want to, whatever it is you've done.

What do you mean whatever it is that WE'VE done?! B?

Whatever you've done... What's he talking about?

I'm throwing him out, him! I want this lying, manipulative piece of filth out of my house!

You should consider the seriousness of your predicament. Don't talk. Get a lawyer. You are...?

A friend. Well, friend, don't meddle.

Don't you stand in her house without a warrant!

RIFF SOBS

Danny, look at this.

My officers tangled up in a sordid cocaine-fuelled fantasy of the sick and rich!

Harry, calm down.

Knock!

I want my wife out of that house.

Our masters want this op to succeed.

Fiona's in there without backup! It's out of control. Pull her out.

We cannot afford that! Fiona reports that B's dangerously near the edge.

Fiona reports? She's reporting to you now? She's on Six's payroll.

I'm running her! Stop this!

The nation's awash with emotion over Riff and B's little baby. It must end well, or look to end well!

In the Sunday papers! Ruth's turned this up.

Keep me informed.

I talked to an old contact. We worked on Italian drug routes.

He recognised the girl who distracted the guard on the night of the kidnapping.

Her name is Maria Abbado and she is an associate... Of Rudolphino Ponti -

he runs a heroin trail. Afghanistan to the Dalmatian coast into Italy. Any convictions?

Seems he's got protection in the Italian Government. You think Riff and B know Ponti?

He used to be Riff's road manager. He toured with the band.

A dark pit opens.

So B arranged for the kidnapping to be staged by her husband's old associate for the sake of publicity.

Yes. Is Ponti wanted?

With lust, by five European police forces.

We have a new operation. You're not gonna pull her out?

Finally we have something meaningful to pursue. We must catch this man.

Fiona is a major field asset.

Look! Knock! Look! Knock! What do I have to do, beg?

But look! It's just out and I just got it and we're in it!

Harry, the switchboard says they're getting lots of calls about Mega Mag.

I'd better have lunch.

Meatballs. Yes, Sir.

Someone else said it was fine.

What someone? Oh, come on Adam.

Downing Street?

The press office said they thought it showed MI5 in a good light.

Makes you look very "now". You rang the Downing Street Press Office about a Security Service Operation?

They rang me.

She said the Downing Street Press Office?

Thank you, Adam.

Downing Street, they've got strings everywhere today.

Nothing about Sylvester's resignation?

No. Why are they meddling?

The obbo van's in the street. Here's your link.

You should have set up a dead drop. I had to see you!

Be careful. Ponti's a killer, if B's in... I wanted to see you, anyway.

Get off me! You came on to me! What's going on? He tried to paw me.

I'll give you PAWED! I told you lot to get out! You've ruined everything!

Thanks.

Yeah.

Do you know anything about the kidnapping? You know Riff and B?

Hello? 'X-Ray Tango base receiving. Please give call sign, over.'

Repeat X-Ray Tango base receiving. Fiona, it's Adam, are you set up?

Think so. Can you hear this?

WATER SPLASHES Fine. We'll be able to hear you all the way, OK?

Please use the correct procedures. These call signs could save lives!

You OK?

Can I help?

I don't think so.

Can't trust you.

Can't trust anyone.

Do you want some coke?

Where did you come from?

Heaven?

Yeah, that's me.

I think we won't record this.

Yeah and you can wipe the last...

The terrible things officers have to do.

All for liberty. Quite.

'Listen, can I tell you something?'

I wanna trust you.

You can have me fired if I let you down.

They were right.

It was my fault.

I killed my baby.

It's all right. It's all right. It's all right.

I didn't mean for it to go this far.

'It's OK, shh, come on.'

It was supposed to be so simple.

They take him to a safe house.

They'd take the money... You set that up in the club?

Three hundred thousand and then give us back the rest.

But when they took Alfie out of the window... Oh! What am I going to do?

What am I gonna do?!

Don't do anything.

Was that said to us?

Yeah. Didn't use a call sign, either.

OK, Fiona, take us to Ponti.

Have you heard from them?

Does Riff know about this? No.

I love him but...

he's like, you know,

when you blow the inside out of an egg?

It's a shell.

But the story's all right, isn't it?

The story?

Riff and B's baby boy dies during a kidnap and they never find out who did it.

That has to be the story!

It has to be left like that,

cos then the papers print that...

..and people still love us.

Can you believe what she just said? Where's he going?

Put the team on him. The team was stood down for the Hounslow thing. We've got no baby-sitters?! Budget.

REPORTERS SHOUT QUESTIONS

Riff! What about Alfie? What about your son?

I'm worried sick about Fi taking that stuff...

Other people's pleasures are so boring.

PHONE RINGS

'I want to meet you, B.' Why would I want to do that?

Ponti's ringing her! 'I want more money.' You killed my son!

'Oh, and who's really responsible?'

Trace? No, no way.

God help us, he'll tell the press! They won't print it. It's a story, it's like a stain, it won't go away.

PHONE RINGS

Hello. Babe...

Riff.

Listen, Ponti's just phoned. Ponti?

'Yeah, he says he wants to meet.'

Don't do that! I got to. He says he knows something about Alfie.

All right.

Where are you?

Listen, I don't want to do this with them.

And they're listening, aren't they? 'Riff, you've gotta give me a clue.'

It's the beginning of the world.

Ponti will tell him what I did.

I got to go. B, where?

Shh.

Oh, yeah, I'm coming with you.

The beginning of the world? Where? We'll just go with her. With no back-up.

We'll never keep up with them.

Ponti.

Hello, mate.

B's not here?

B? No. She's...on her way.

So you know something about Alfie?

You don't know?

Don't know what?

Red ten to Tango X-ray base. I'm in The Hole Club. Acknowledge.

Acknowledge.

Who's this?

A friend. A friend? I don't want her here.

I've come to talk business. Tough. She goes, I go.

Babe, do you wanna go? There's nothing for you here...

Please.

She didn't tell you!

Perfidious wives.

It was an accident, Riff.

On my heart.

I had the bag,

a rope, I'm a good climber,

but he slipped

and for that I'm really sorry.

But people need to be paid more when the stakes are higher.

It was your idea! It was gonna be safe.

Well, I'm...I'm cool with that.

So you want some money now, is that it, yeah? I can sort that out, Ponti.

Ponti, huh?

We were such good mates in the old days - back in the day. I mean...

HE SCREAMS

Riff, listen to me! I am an MI5 officer. Now drop the...

I've told them everything! I don't care! I just wanna know why!

Why?

Did it to survive,

to be loved.

They don't like your new music, babe.

I'm too old to be a model.

We can have another baby.

Hey! Stars in suicide pact. Shock, horror. RIFF!

Get the medics in here, now!

You weren't in range. The police heard your message. They knew it was from a 5 officer.

Medics!

Ponti's still breathing.

There has been a huge outpouring of grief

at what is believed to have been the suicide pact

of two of the nation's most loved figures, Riff and B.

The speculation is that they were overcome by grief

at the death of their baby son. The national soap opera continues.

Are we going to get a crack at the Italian? When he's recovered.

Drugs Squad Intelligence Unit want him as an informant.

I'm glad we don't have to deal with him. Next item,

the disregard of call signs in radio communications will stop. Thanks, Harry.

I would like to propose a complete overhaul of call signs procedure... How is Fiona? She's OK.

Still in the hospital. I don't think so.

Oh, no.

Fi... You. Come.

I've put in a claim to special contingencies... I don't think... Adam and I are going home now.

Malcolm, leave your paper with me.

Meeting done.

TV NEWS: The boost for family values.

The treasury minister John Sylvester has resigned for personal reasons.

No other reason at all.

I have a young family, I don't want to miss their childhood.

So I'm saying goodbye to public life.

And with the tragedy that overcame baby Alfie and his parents on all our minds,

I reflect on how worthless fame can be. And the Prime Minister?

Oh, he was very kind, said he fully understood and...

wished me and my family well.

Turn that off! Thanks very much. >

You posted his full confession to the PM. It was intercepted.

Fiona...

Just lend him to me for one more job.

Meatballs, sir? Actually I'll have caviar - Beluga. And the steak tartar.

Wow! What brought that on?

A little exploitation of the media.

Ah, well, I can afford it.

D'you know I've been offered editorship of a tabloid?

The Tabloid. Yes, I do know.

Oh. No-one's meant to.

We too have our contacts in the Downing Street Press Office.

Terrible thing, death of the baby Alfie, the suicide pact.

Will you ever print what really happened?

Destroy the memory of the nations' favourite dream couple?

I don't think so. Well, not yet, anyway.

You know a minister resigned today, as well.

That pathetic little man and his whinging about his family.

It was buried by the Riff and B suicide.

Deliberately buried.

Downing Street covered it up.

This is a present from Harry Pearce. Strictly non-attributable.

Send it to the police, print the story, Sylvester goes to prison.

Think you'll use it? Maybe...

Round election time.

Robert Morgan, ex-Army - seen meeting Belgian arms dealer.

Who's running you? That's not easy to answer.

They've asked me to apply. Congratulations.

You've been through this. I'll do it again. You wouldn't forget us in your new office?

What are you frightened of?

Don't you see the danger? Something blows up in the middle of London.

My colleague doesn't know I'll go so far. LOUD SIREN

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