All language subtitles for Spooks.S03E09.Frequently.Asked.Questions.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

Adam Carter's here? I've drafted
him in. He's a loose cannon. Good!

Mave has ordered me to Thames
House. No way! I'm going to Harry.

I want it. You can question our
methods, but not our motives.

If I come over to Five I can have
a life with you and Wes.

Post 9/11, we made a decision that
nothing, no-one was off-limits.

We can't say any more,
"This, we do not do."

When Mr Morgan gets home,
then you can leave him be.

Do you mind if I don't stay until
the bitter end? A tail car will
follow him into the village

and then there's a covert team
lined up for the overnight watch.

You go on. Ooh! Harry's
got a car booked for eight.

If there are any problems...
It's fine, honest.

You out tonight? Maybe.

See you tomorrow. Ruth...

our man here lives off junction...?
Junction five.

So...why is he coming off at four?

No. No, please don't do this...

SHE SIGHS

Better get Harry. 'Robert Morgan...'

Ex-Army.
And known trafficker in illegal
arms, under routine surveillance.

But up till now nothing different?
No. Today's timing and route fits
the pattern of the last few days.

His activity has been dull as ditch
water, until this deviation.

Police? One tail car.
How long's he been stopped there?

Ten minutes. He's right
beside a disused RAF base.

What's he doing? I think I know
what he's doing there.

Harry, what is this?

This is a map of all the old
Soviet KGB weapons hides

scattered across the country in
the good old days of the Cold War.

I didn't know these existed.
No, not many people do.

Robert Morgan's one of them.

For reasons best known to himself
he's chosen now to visit this one.

Keep a very close eye on this man.

GUN SHOT
'Get down!' Harry!

'Don't move!'
Someone's fired a shot.

'Hold still.'

Red-flash Adam.

Accidental discharge from one
of the police weapons teams.

Any of them hurt? Not seriously.
Pity.

So they're holding Morgan? Yes.

I've sent Colin and Malcolm to
check the hide. What do you think?

'If we allow the police to question
him they'll let him go.'

And now he knows we're onto him,
he's lost his value as an asset.

He won't put a foot out of place.

There is another option Harry.

We could bring him in.

A man closely connected with
illegal arms trade is hanging
round weapons hides.

I want to ask him a few questions.

OK. We just have to conceal
the fact that we've got him.

The police? I'll deal with them.

When you have your little chat,
only tell me what I need to know.

Don't worry, Harry. I understand
the principle of deniability.

Just don't give me too much to deny.

Don't let him sleep. And watch
him, he knows what he's doing.

ADAM: 'Well, you can
be pretty sure Morgan's not'

setting up a shooting gallery.
This man is a civilian contractor.

Mercenary is nearer the mark.
Finance, friends and family.

Everybody has a weakness.
What's our time frame?

Morgan's disappeared so whoever's
hired him will have to assume that
an unfriendly force has taken him.

And he'd be right about that.

It's a three-dimensional jigsaw.
The weapons hide?

You need to look at it as though
it's a three-dimensional jigsaw.

We were using the ultra-sound
to check for booby traps

but instead right in the middle
of the container, we found a space
where a weapon used to be.

Morgan must have taken something.
So what was it?

A laser target designator.
One of these.

This one we found in the hide,
one is missing.

You pre-sight it, plant it in
the ground somewhere and then

it can be automatically triggered
to guide a missile to its target.

The, laser beam hits the target
and causes an invisible
cone to rise above it.

The missile then uses the cone
as a kind of funnel to find its
way to where it needs to go.

The beauty of this system is that
it enables the control team

that fires the missiles to remain
miles out of the way.

I don't think "beauty" is the word
if Number Ten that went up in smoke.

Erm, rather disturbingly this ties
in with information from E-Section.

We scan the air above our cities
for unusual radio activity.

Umm, last week one of our scanners
picked up something strange.

An untraceable flash. At the time
we didn't know the exact cause,

but it looks like it a laser
designator having a trial run.

Where was this? London.
This changes things completely.

If the designator has already
been pre-set and tested,

then we can probably assume
that an attack is imminent.

If I was running the op,
I'd bring things forward.

The information on this attack
will have a shelf-life of, what?
48 hours, 72 maximum.

That's how long we've got to stop
a guided missile falling in London.

Danny, you're
with me in the interrogation.

Ruth, check with Echelon for any
chatter and get in touch with GCHQ.

He left his car near the weapons
dump. You and Colin pull it apart.

I'll get on to those three Fs.
Start with Finance.

This guy'll have spent his life
doing anti-interrogation courses.

And I've spent half my career
devising them.

He'll reveal enough information
to keep us interested. After three
days, he can tell us what he likes.

By then his team will have
had time to change their plans or
carry out the attacks without him.

Exactly. This guy will hold out
until his information's obsolete.

How do you want to play this?
Let's see how cooperative he's
being. And if he isn't?

Your current address?

That's not such an
easy question to answer.

Give it a whirl. OK...

there's two.

43 Kenilworth Road, Derby,
and 32 St David's Road, Hereford.

And would you prefer it if
we called you Ken Johnson,
Robert Morgan or Rick Garbut?

Take your pick. In my line of work,
I need more than one name.

You know the score. How would
you describe your line of work?

HE INHALES AND EXHALES
Do I get a phone call?

We're not holding you
on a speeding charge.

We're holding you under the 2000
Terrorism Act, under which we
can detain you for seven days

and longer if the friendly in-house
magistrate agrees.

Which after careful consideration
of each case, he usually does.

But tell us what we want to know
and then you can be home in time
for tea and crumpets.

At either 32 St David's Road,
Hereford, with the wife Nancy,
or at 43 Kenilworth Road, Derby,

with the girlfriend, lovely Lucy.

It's not a criminal offence
to be having an affair. It's not.

Storing hi-tech weaponry
in an old Soviet arms dump is.

Who's running you? Why should I say?
I don't even know who you are.

If you don't co-operate, this isn't
going to be nice. Take your time.

But think very carefully about
the choices you're making.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to
put an additional burden your way.
Of course, Harry.

The Lord High Executioner, our
Director General, is retiring
at the end of the Summer.

Personal reasons.
Exactly. Personal reasons.

And they've asked me
to apply for the position.

Well, that's, that's great,
congratulations.

It's not just me,
there's a short list, but they
want me to go for an interview.

And when they invite you, they
make it very hard to say no.

But why would you
want to say no, Harry?

When there's a mercenary using his
skills to help terrorists fire
a missile at central London,

I'd rather be here. I can help you
prepare for the interview.

Umm, likely questions,
stuff like that.

Obvious things about the future
of the service, plans, past
operations, failings, threats...

Thank you Ruth, but... Not at the
expense of our current operation.

And I'd appreciate it
if you kept this to yourself.

Of course. Isn't that
what we're meant to be good at?

This was just another job.
If I've got you right,

your job was moving
weapons from one place to another.

Pretty much. You were just using
those dumps as a convenient place
to store the weapons. Yes.

Guess what my next
question's going to be.

Who was I working for? Correct.

I mean, it isn't that different
on the outside than it
is here on the inside...

working for Her Majesty's
Government.

You're on a job, you don't ask about
the before and after parts.

It's easier and safer. So, you just
don't think about it.

Did you make any sense of that?

How many
arms dumps have you visited recently?

Fascinating history,
those places have.

Soviets built them near to British
air force bases during the Cold War.

We did it to them, of course.

And you were one of the guys crawling
around Siberia setting them up.
We know that.

Look, if I had to hazard a guess
as to the terms of my employment,
I'd say that it were something

to do with running an operation
against elements with a terrorist
structure.

So you're saying this was a black
op? That you were working for the
government on a deniable operation?

It had that feel. OK, this is
important, cos if it was,
we need to know right away

so that if I knock on the door
of the JIC, Six or UKN, whoever,

then they'll tell me exactly what's
going on. Not necessarily. You said
this was a government operation.

I said it had that feel. So, someone
in government must know about it.

Operations don't come out of nowhere
sanctioned by whoever feels like it.
At my end, we don't ask.

I've been involved in a
number of operations whose -

what did my old colonel like to call
it? - whose provenance was unclear.

You jump out a plane at night
with 120lbs strapped to your feet,

knowing that when you
land there'll be
people trying to kill you.

You don't have the time to worry
about who dreamt the whole thing up.
Stop. What?

I've already warned you about this.
You're just talking. Just talking
this into the ground.

We're not going to get bored and go
away. I'm saying I'm
just a private contractor.

Who counter-signed your contract?
What contract?
You're not doing this for charity!

Somebody with your expertise is being
paid a lot, and I don't believe that
you don't know who's paying.

That depends on the
nature of the operation.

The more deniable it is, the more
everybody involved has to be
overqualified,

even for
the most mundane job.

I was just doing the heavy lifting.

Morgan's bank statements make
interesting reading. He earns a
lot and clearly likes to spend it.

Our first option is to offer money.

If he's stupid enough to turn that
down, we'll start asset stripping.
He's a mercenary.

Let's try and do a deal with him
first. He definitely knows what's
going on, so why isn't he telling us

When we discover that, we're on our
way to finding out what this is all
about, what's in it for him.

Belief? Give me a break.

Money, then. OK, let's go after
that. Let's go for finance first.

Danny, offer him the deal and if he
doesn't take it get his signature
anyway and we'll drain his accounts.

You OK?

Of course. I like this stuff.

Just remember what
it's like on the other side.

I'm not likely to forget.

You should be
prepared to answer questions

on four main areas - the state
of readiness of the service,

your character and operational
experience, and, most importantly,
the nature of the present threat

and how far do we go to combat it?

How far do we go in all senses? "Is
there anything we shouldn't
be doing?" Yes, I like that.

Yeah how about the other candidates?
Do we know who they are?
Of course not.

Nor, Ruth, could I openly approve
of anyone trying to find them out.

But if a list of them happened...?
To find its way onto my desk?

Then I'd have to send it back to
its rightful owner, unopened.

When you've got your
circulation back, I'd like you
to sign for your belongings.

Where's my car?

We're having it valeted.

Help yourself.

Thanks, but I'm not hungry.

Something wrong?

No.

OK, look at this
from my perspective.

We find you next to an old Soviet
arms dump full of new kit.

In fact, so new that my technical
guys think Christmas has come early,

and still you claim that you're
just the water carrier.

I've told you all that I know.

We know how much you guys get
paid if a job like this works out.

Just tell us what this is about
and we'll match that figure.

We'll make sure that you're
not prosecuted and that you're
compensated to the full amount.

What's this? A deal for you to sign.

You don't believe me?

OK, well, as you know,
this is all being taped,

and if you still have doubts, we'll
get in that lawyer you asked for,
a witness, anyone you like.

OK, you've done anti-interrogation
stuff. We all know how this works -
you'll have to give us something.

This...is the best way of doing it.

Still not hungry?

No. OK.

Just tell us the nature of this
operation, and that deal still
stands whenever you want.

OK, I know you guys have a rather
sniffy attitude to the
Security Services,

because you're the glory boys,
aren't you?

I mean, we can't run up a hill
carrying a tree trunk

or score 20 out of 20 on the
pop-gun range, but then we always
find people to do that for us.

What we are capable of is a
very different type of operation -

in your case, making sure
that no area of your life
goes uncontaminated.

Everything that you have worked to
achieve we can unravel,

and if you don't believe me,
just watch.

I'll get the
signature to Ruth to deal with.

Good. Look, I'm dangling
carrots, and he is not biting.
We need to up the ante.

Let's put a siren loop in there.
Are you sure about that?

The more we turn up the heat, the
more effective your role becomes,
Danny.

Let's put him in the stress position
and have a guard on him 24 hours,

then I'll go in and give
him the bad news about his money.

I know what he's thinking...

I know exactly what's
going through his head. How come?

It's just one of the things I know.

SIREN BLARES

The human ear is
most sensitive to that exact pitch.

So it drives you slowly insane and
can lead to complete hearing loss.

Isn't that called torture?

I have accessed a list of all
Morgan's deposits and withdrawals.

Well, if he's clever he'll
have deposited all the cash
in small amounts. Exactly.

Thanks, Ruth.

Small amounts of money found in
Morgan's numerous bank accounts can
be traced back to one large deposit.

£100,000 was credited to an
account belonging to Ken Johnson,
one of Morgan's pseudonyms,

in Saffron Walden on
the 31st of last month. Any tie-up?

Oh, yes.

Instructions were received that
day to go to Saffron Walden from...

A private bank in the City. Good.

Find out whose account
that money came from.

We've traced the account to a
subsidiary of Anglo-West African
Oil.

An oil company? A laser designator?
It doesn't add up. The payment trail
is very well hidden.

It's not the kind of
business strategy that's likely to
be announced in the Annual Report.

Multinationals have long used people
like Morgan for protection and
security in installations abroad.

Still, we can't overlook anything.

Ruth? Anglo-West African is
bidding for a pipeline contract
across the Ivory Coast

which could provide 30% of the
world's oil supplies, bypassing any
reliance on the Middle East,

and Her Majesty's Government is
paying for the pipeline with
taxpayer's money.

We need to get somebody at Anglo to
tell us what's going on. I've a list
of executives we might recruit.

Subject to the usual array
of human failings, I trust.

I prefer to work with more
positive aspects. Each to their own.

OK, I think Morgan
will be softened up enough by now.
I'm going to get back in there.

Just like to say how glad we are
to have you staying with us at Five.

We're lucky to have you.

I'll need Malcolm
to organise me a pool car.

Of course. Nothing too special.

What were you doing? You must have
seen me coming! Sorry, I didn't...
I just didn't...

Look, um, I don't know the
insurance company or anything. My
husband looks after all that,

but let me give you my card.

Have you got a pen? I'll write my
registration number on the back.

Thanks. Sorry.

Well, here's my
card and my insurers.

Are you going to be OK getting back?
I live just off the
Wellington Road, if it's any help...

Look, I want it repaired. Just call
me with the details. Sure.

Sorry!

Juliet Taylor.
38, lefty at university -

classic sell-out - had three crashes
in the last year,

which is why I thought a car
accident was the best form of
introduction. Good.

She'll want to settle
informally rather than through the
insurers. How did she take it?

Not well. Though she'll have to meet
me again if she wants to get her
money. Is she the right person?

Number two to the Director of
Finance. Weak spots?

Her daughter, Mattie,
whom she's rather desperate to
get into the local posh school.

Use that, although it could take
some time, which we don't have. We
need to find a more immediate way.

Also, I need somewhere to meet her.
Our place is still a bit of a tip.
Use Danny's flat. Won't he mind?

No. Why should he?

Harry!

I'd like to ask about your
personal strengths and weaknesses?

This isn't the right time, Ruth.
We're under some pressure.

Which is why this IS
the right time.

Do you think the end always
justifies the means in an operation?

I would review each case
on its individual merits.

It's better not to procrastinate on
these questions. Makes you sound like
a politician.

Perhaps they're looking for a
politician. You said you like to
know what's going on at ground level

Do you think you always do?

I think my strengths are that I
hold onto certain things that I
feel are important and good.

I'm referring to a certain
ethical dimension to our work.

We won't defeat terrorism
by destroying democracy.

That's all very high-minded,
but in practice, what does that mean?

Does it mean...
results aren't everything?

There's somewhere where you
draw the line, isn't there? I think
that's enough for now, Ruth.

I'm just enabling you to
fail gracefully, as requested.

For which I will be
eternally grateful.

Hypothetically, Harry,

you wouldn't forget
about us, would you?

When you're pacing the thickly
carpeted floor of your new office?

I didn't know I paced, Ruth.

Only in a...good way.

What?

Nothing.

Four years ago, I was
taken prisoner in the Yemen by a
group I was working with.

I was undercover as an aid-worker.

How long did they hold you for?

Long enough.

And...?

Did they torture me? Yes, they did.

And...? And nothing, Danny. That's
what they did.

You got your bottle?

We have to move it up a gear.

SIREN STOPS

What's the target?

This will go on until you tell me.

The physical stuff's just a sideshow,

you'll get over that.
This other stuff...

This will be with you forever.

We've got into your accounts...

Paid a visit to your bank.

Thank you, by the way,
for the signature.

You've been well paid recently, but
this morning, with our help, you
donated all your savings to charity.

That includes the £200,000 you hid
from the revenue

in your private
bank account in Geneva.

Maybe if you're lucky, they'll
name a ward after you in some
godforsaken hospital in the Sudan.

What?

Think I'm bluffing?

You think you can always make it back
again, working for one of your old
friends, you old mates?

In about 15 minutes, you're
going to seriously regret that.

Shit.

Yeah. Yeah, there'll
be a lot of that.

Take this now.
Drink it before it gets worse.

There's an antidote in here.
It'll be effective in 10 minutes.
And if you're bullshitting me?

Fine. Don't tell me
anything until you're better.

Look, I'll throw in the money,
as well. What more can I say?

What is it with you? Why are you
making your life so impossible?

You have about five minutes
before it gets really nasty.

Just remember, you brought this on
yourself.

Did we need to make him so sick? Did
he need to aim a missile at central
London? There's no comparison.

Why is he resisting so hard?
Have you asked yourself that? Yes.
All the time.

He must have some very good reason,
and it doesn't seem to be money.

What's our next step? Let's continue
with friends. Then, I'll get very
specific about the laser designator.

But then he'll know he's getting
close to the finishing post. I can
make that seem like a long way away.

I haven't got long. Sure. I've
spoken to my husband about the
insurance and I have the details.

It's just that he's a bit
worried about our no-claims bonus.

I'm not thrilled at the prospect of
having to talk to mine. Would you
be happy to settle in cash?

That would suit me fine.
You've got my address.

You'll drop it round?
Of course. That's no problem.

My daughter's school is just round
the corner - Trinity House. Really?

I want to send my little girl there,
but everybody keeps saying how
impossible it is to get in.

Oh, you know, there are ways.
As with everything.

I mean, I'm on the PTA. If
there's anything I can do to help...
I'm not sure I could...

No, really, it's the least I can do,
considering the damage I've done.
Why don't I drop by your place?

Great, yeah, I'll tidy up.

OK, you get out of here - broke,
but in one piece.

Are you listening to me because I'm
predicting your future here for you.

Nod if you can hear me.

The one glimmer of light that
you can see at the moment is that
all the people you work with,

all the old boys from the army, all
your friends, you think they'll stick
with you, help you back on your feet.

But what if we tamper with
your military records?

My guess is that'll make
you virtually unemployable.

Let's say...

Let's say that you exaggerated
your success in the army...

Let's say that your main claim
to fame actually turned out
to be a series of botched operations,

where you were both
negligent of your men and cowardly
in the face of enemy fire.

The men I served with will know
that that's a load of old bollocks.

Let's have a look at the people you
served with and who you now work with
in the private security business.

All their companies have a very
important relationship, apart from
the one they have with you -

the one that they
enjoy with Her Majesty's Government.

Us.

Or, at the moment...me.

Now, if we present your friends with
a choice - "By all means use Morgan,

"but if you do, you'll never work on
another government contract again..."

What do you think they'll do? Is
their loyalty going to be to
the good old days

or will it be the future of their
companies, themselves, their
families?

I know who my friends are. Oh,
they'll still be your friends. They
just won't be offering you more work

not if they want to stay solvent.
You know why?

Because they won't be getting
any more business from us.

What's in this for you?

I mean, look at you.

You haven't slept or eaten for 36
hours, your guts are shot to pieces.

The longer you don't tell me
anything, the more I know
you're hiding something really big.

What's the operation?

What's the target?

Well, if it's the money, the
money's all gone. So, what's it for?
The old days?

All your colleagues who only just
made it back, but who are destined
to have a black strip

over their eyes in one of those kiss
and tell books with flames on the
outside that you lot keep writing?

What are you so frightened of?

What they'll do to you?

Is that it?

Is that it?

All that martial arts,
unarmed combat,

Jap slapping, or whatever you call
it, and that's all you can manage?

I know what you're thinking.

If I can hold out another 24 hours,
another 36...
if I can hold out that long.

I know what you've trained yourself
to think about, because
I devised the course.

We know you're using a laser
designator.

Ah. That got your attention.

Now, tell me what the target is
and when you're planning the attack

or I'll make things so bad
that everything that's happened to
you in the last few hours

will seem like a pleasant memory.

I think he's more frightened of what
his friends will do to him
than he is of us.

I'm not so sure about that.

Look, I think it's time we moved to
the third F.

Family. Perhaps we should have
just started with family.

I always hope we
won't have to go there.

But sometimes
we have no choice, sometimes we have
to behave worse than them.

We have to create the impression
that we're capable of behaving
worse. Or just behave worse.

Otherwise, we're not going to be
able to find out what we need
to find out.

Don't you see
what the danger is here?!

What, that something blows up in
central London and we don't stop it?
No, that we turn into them,

the people we're fighting.
People like Morgan.

Yeah. ..Yeah, that's the danger.

But at the moment, I
can't see any alternative.

I'm going home to wash.

You do your own
interrogations. Do you...

ever think about
what happened to you?

Yes. Do you think that's a good
thing?

An effective thing, maybe.

I know how they think.

Do you ever sympathise with him?

We're not the same.

He's a traitor who will use
his skills to kill innocent
people in return for money.

Still,
aren't some things just wrong?

Like torture?
I wouldn't call this torture.

I wouldn't call this torture
yet at all. But I'll let
you know when we get there.

Friends and finance aren't working.

I'm worried that when Adam moves to
family, things could get nasty. We
need something from Juliet Taylor.

My new best friend. Good, get her
to tell us why Anglo-West African
Oil are paying Morgan. I'm on it.

I see the covert entry boys are
doing their work on Morgan's life.

Harry, is there any area that
we don't touch?

Ethics? Here? I'm serious.

Say...to do with his family.

Morgan's daughter, Mary. She's eight.
She needs a liver transplant.
They're looking for a donor.

She has her mother's surname.
That's why we didn't find it before.
Look, he calls her all the time.

I mean, it's quite possible that
I just never came across this
particular piece of information.

Cos you don't trust what
Adam might do with it? We don't
know where this is all going.

Though we do know that it's
nothing to do with the sick daughter.

You don't think she's
got enough on her plate?

I mean, do you never draw
the line on this stuff?

Where's your little girl? She's
staying with her gran for the week.

I think this is all of it. Thank you
for doing this. We really appreciate
it. You were at Manchester?

My husband was. He loved it. So did
I. I did political science, which,
then, was a hotbed of radicalism.

Funny how your life changes.

Now, I find myself working for,
of all things, an oil company.

What do you think about that?

Well, a big mortgage to pay tends
to sharpen the senses a little.

MOBILE RINGS
Oh, sorry.

I really need to take this.
Can I use your hall? Sure... Thanks.

'Tom's at the rugby and Mattie's
playing with a friend. We'll have a
couple of hours. Where are you?

'Trying to sort out this nightmare
with the car, but I'm only five
minutes away. I'll be waiting.

'Dying to see you.'

Sorry about that. My mum.
She's not been well recently. Oh,
dear. Well, you do what you can.

You know how it is.

What do you think? Potentially,
it's dynamite. My thoughts exactly.

But we should...
Save it until the end?

Until we really need it. What's the
worst we can do with this
information?

Remove the daughter from
the list waiting for donors, or...

something more immediate?

Put her in danger? What I like about
you is you never say the "imagine if
it was your daughter" stuff.

Imaginative compassion may be
a very good thing, but it's
not always useful in this job.

The father-daughter relationship's
strong. Medical records indicate that
he's paid for all treatment.

They haven't got any insurance, but
he's taken her private.
And the mother? Remarried.

Other children. He's a good father.

Better than most.

Who found this stuff? Ruth.

She can't have been happy about the
uses we might put it to. I think she
very nearly didn't show me at all.

HE SLURS
I just get paid, I've told you.

I don't know where the money
comes from. Let me give you a clue.

Does the name Anglo-West African
Oil mean anything to you?

Well, I've heard of it.
Oh, come off it, that's the
company you're working for.

Look, you've done enough. We're
impressed. Now, give yourself a
break.

We found out who pays you, and we've
been transferring your money to all
your favourite charities,

particularly to Save The Children.
Which, with such a sick daughter,
must be a cause close to your heart.

You know how this works.

You know what the next
stage is, don't you?

Family.

Do you want us to go there?

Your daughter... Hasn't she
got enough to deal with without you
dragging her through all this?

Look at him.

You probably think this has been a
classic good-cop-bad-cop routine,
don't you?

If even my colleague doesn't know how
far I'm prepared to go...

..how comfortable are you feeling
right now?

You know I'm not speaking
to you officially, Harry.

I've gathered that.
Your sudden desire to take in the
view was a bit of a giveaway.

I'm just pointing out that Adam's
background means that, well... His
experiences in the Middle East? Yes.

Make me... I don't know,
make me worried about...
How far he'll go?

Well, it's not so much that as the
fact that he loses himself in this.

It's like he's paying Morgan
back for what happened to him.

I feel awful going behind his
back like this.

What with all the urgency... We
have to find a more informal way.

Is there anything specific I can do?

Anything that would help?

I suppose it's the daughter
I feel most uneasy about.

If it was possible, I'd like you to
call that one, before we directly
involve her.

OK.

I don't have a problem with that.
I was simply trying to keep you...
above it all.

So much for deniability! I did say
that, but I'm willing to take my
share of the responsibility,

so I suppose now I'm
saying something different.

You're not going to weaken on me, are
you, Harry? I've never been known to.

Fi, you have to close on her.
He's still holding out on us.

I can't appeal to Juliet's lefty
past. There's no ethical dimension
to her life.

But she's having an affair.

Use it to blackmail her.
She tells us who Morgan's working
for or we tell her husband.

How do you know this?
I listened to a conversation
she had with her lover.

And then I followed her and saw
them. Blackmail's not healthy for a
long-term relationship with a source

but it can be
highly effective in the short term.
We all do things we'd rather not.

You bitch.
Anglo-West African Oil is employing
someone called Robert Morgan.

I want you to find out what he's
doing for you. I can't access
information like that.

I think you can. What do you mean?
Why would they talk to me? Juliet,
I wanted this to be amicable.

I strongly suggest that
you help us and then
everything will be forgotten.

Forgotten? What are
you talking about?

Some of us have some principles
that don't include spying
on our own companies.

How do you sleep at night?

Not as well as you,
especially after your long
afternoons with your friend Simon.

Or do your principles
include screwing around
behind your husband's back?

I want that information. And I
want it this afternoon.

Tell me. I am never betraying my
team.

You will. We'll make sure that
there's no fallout from the people
you work with.

How are you gonna do that? By
making it look like we
discovered all this another way.

You know about this shit, don't you?

What do you mean?

I mean, you know.

Not just from training. You've
been through this, haven't you?

A lot worse. Thought so.

And I'm prepared to go there again...

just to show you what it's like.

'Robert Morgan IS employed by
Anglo-West African Oil.'

Yes, that much we know. That's why
you're in this awkward position.

He's paid by a department called
External Development,

who look into any opposition to our
plans for strategic growth. Things
like the pipeline contract?

Opposition from within
African countries? Eventually.

But also...
Rivals for the contract.

That's it, isn't it?

I don't know any more than that.

Who are you calling?

Your home. I've got tapes as well.

If your husband sees how much
more you're enjoying yourself
with your afternoon lover... OK.

External Development is mostly
concerned with our rivals over
the African pipeline contract -

the Oil and Petroleum Corporation.

All I know is that something major
is planned. Something that will
remove them as a player.

Please, I've told you everything.
I'm not calling your husband.

I'm calling mine.

Anglo-West African are going to use
Morgan's team to guide a missile
onto the HQ of their biggest rival?

But make it look like a terrorist
attack. Where's the missile coming
from? We don't know.

Clear the building to minimise
civilian casualties. We can't have
bombs raining down on our capital.

We must find that designator. What
will you do? Take Morgan on a boat
trip. Danny, I need your help.

You're gonna take someone on a short
tour of an oil company headquarters.
Better not be who I think it is.

Where's the designator
and the rest of your team?

A laser beam is targeting a
bomb onto that building there,
just as you planned.

Why don't you take a look,

see where your bomb's going to land
when your mission is successful?

We told your daughter that this
was a special-sight seeing trip

that you'd organised for her
to apologise
for not being in contact recently.

She thinks
she's going to meet you there.

Where's the designator?

I'll need a new identity.

For me and my family.

Can you guarantee my safety?

Danny, leave her. Leave the girl
and get out of there.

Half a mile downstream, attached to
the embankment wall just
before Waterloo Bridge.

And the team with the launcher?

She's still up there.

Crystal Palace. The park.

Rock's Hill's entrance.

Now, get her out of there.

Danny, you can bring her down now.

You know I'm a dead man,
don't you?

They'll find me wherever I go.

That's what
it does to you, doesn't it?

What?

The realisation that there are no
depths to which you wouldn't sink.

Because of
what happened to you before.

And you will always carry it
with you. Just you wait...

When they kick you out,
you'll be just like me.

Out on the open market,

and there's people who'd pay
a lot of money to employ a
private contractor like you.

You going to put in a good word
for me?

I serve my country,
not the highest bidder.

You remember what that was like?

Don't try and dignify what
you do with all that stuff
about private contractors.

Call it by it's real
name. You're a mercenary.

Is there anything you don't do? I
mean, does the present climate put
anything off limits,

or does the end always justify the
means?

I certainly believe
that as chief of an organisation,

you can't be involved in every
decision, but you can set the tone
for what is and isn't acceptable.

And on what isn't, is there a line
that you don't cross? Definitely.

What was it Patton said about being
permitted to walk with the devil
to enable you to cross the bridge?

But the end can never justify the
means entirely. You have to be
smarter than that,

otherwise what are we defending,
what are we fighting for?

You spoke about your job as one of
defending democracy from all sides.

Apart from the obvious ones, what
other threats were you thinking of?

It's too easy to always look abroad,
to think that's where the
main danger is coming from.

We need to look closer to home.
Give me a for instance?

I believe that corporate access to
the higher reaches of government is
far too easy

and that a great deal of foreign
policy can be traced back to the
boardrooms of our multi-nationals.

But hasn't it always been this way?

And surely these are just
theoretical threats?

No, they are not just theoretical
threats. These people will stop at
nothing to get their way.

It's difficult
to set your own limits
when dealing with those people,

to resist behaving like they do.

It's not always easy.

Did you use the daughter?

I had no choice. I'm sorry you
had to do that. Yes, so am I.

Made a decision about these colours?

Well, what about these two?
Cobalt blue or azure?

They both look the same to me.

Yeah, well, they're not.

Well, here's another cobalt blue,
but it's different.

I mean, how do I know? There must be
a book or something that tells you
what colour cobalt blue really is,

gives you a definitive colour.

I think you're taking this
truth thing a bit too far.

Stop being so literal-minded.

This is home. It's real life.

There has to be a viable standard,
a benchmark so everyone knows
what they're bloody doing.

I think we will probably leave the
paints for a while now, don't you?
I'm just saying, how can I decide

if I can't tell the difference?

I know. I can see that. I'm sorry.

Come on.
Come on, let's go get a drink.

I feel like we need to be
surrounded by people we don't know.

TV: 'Business news. Anglo-West
African Oil has taken a huge hit as
its share price tumbled by 40%.

'The London stock market is
predicting further falls in the next
few days following news

'that the company's been unsuccessful
in its bid for a significant pipeline
contract across the Ivory Coast.

'The company's managing director
resigned today with immediate
effect...' See?

Wrongs righted, evildoers brought
to heel, miracles performed. Is
there no end to our goodness, Ruth?

I got down to the final two,
and then they parachuted a
late contender into the job.

But that's what you wanted.

Yes, but it's still annoying
when the best man for the job is
passed over for a politician.

It seems you were right. Yes.
But I'm pleased. Yeah, well,
I'm not.

There's a
scratch on the floor of my flat.

It seems the removal men weren't
careful enough after Fiona
moved out. My point exactly.

I wouldn't be involved with any of
these crucial issues if I were DG.
Get Adam to call the removal men.

He'll get to the bottom of it if
anyone will. Off out, are we, RUTH?
Yes. I'm only three days late.

And if anything happens between here
and the pods, please don't tell me.

Ruth? I'm not listening.

You have brought chaos and anarchy
to Iraq.

Today, we will hold you to account.

They're not civilians, Harry. It
makes the moral dilemma less acute.

I'll be burned alive, together with
my spy colleague. One will be
executed. You choose which one.

They're going to kill us.

Tell me where you're holding my wife
I can't.

GUNSHOT