09x02 - Oil Baron

[bunniefuu]

Get away from me.

Whatever it is you want, Vaughn,
you're not getting it.

Marry me, Ruth. It's the
funeral, it's made you emotional.

No. It's made me see clearly.

I can't, Harry.

Sir, I could've
taken care of this myself.

Dimitri, stop calling me sir. You're
not a soldier anymore, you're a spy.

Home Secretary. I do hope
we're going to get on, Sir Harry.

We're in the same field, buddy.
You think?

You're a profiteer.
You exploit death, violence
and misery for money.

You don't remember me, do you?
Actually I do, Miss Bailey.
You were an excellent candidate.

But at the time,
you were overly self-interested
and potentially arrogant.

I was thinking of reapplying.

I'm going to offer Beth a job.

This is for you. Just tell me
one thing, what's it been like?

What's what been like?

Well, being Lucas North, of course.

Good to see you, John.

This programme contains
some violent scenes.

Hello, Grace Lloyd. Sandhurst Oil.
I'm here to see Robert Westhouse.

Ah, yes, have a seat over there.

Here to see Robert Westhouse.
Jacob Chapman, IMK Consultants.

Number five is here. One more to go.

Number six arriving.
Another carbon copy.

James Vine. UK Oil Construction.

Five of them may work
in the oil industry
and live in the Surrey Hills,

but one of them is a trained assassin
hired to k*ll Robert Westhouse.

We need to know which one.

Good morning.
Thank you all for coming.

Mr Westhouse is waiting
for you in the Penthouse.

First, if you wouldn't mind
my colleague carrying out the usual
checks, we'd be very grateful.

Please.

Tariq, we've got scanning equipment.

The earpiece is OK, it's made of
natural fibres. Lose the lapel mic.

Follow me. We still don't know
who the assassin is.

But he's getting in the lift
with you.

The lift will take you
straight to the penthouse suite.
You'll be met there.

Beth, you can hear us,
but we can't hear you.

'Doors closing.'

I'm walking up.

The lift's stopped. 25th floor.

Try the alarm.

No, it's dead.

They're making their move.

Electrics have gone down.

Harry!

They've cut the power.

What the hell are they doing?

Beth, be ready for anything.

'Beth, be careful.'

Hello, darling. Look, listen,
I'm stuck in the lift in the
Maybury Hotel. Can you call them?

'Doors opening.'

It's OK.
g*n CLICKS

Beth!

Esta muerta?

Beth! Vamos!

'James, what's happening?

'James! James, can you hear me?

'James! James! Are you OK?'

Beth?

Beth! It's Lucas.

Have they gone?

Are you hurt? No.

You sure? Dimitri, can you hear me?

sh*t! Someone's tried to
k*ll everyone in the lift.

We need ambulances, now.

And lock down the area, no-one goes
in or out of this hotel.
'How's Beth?'

Harry. 'How's Beth?'

Yeah. She's OK.

Can you stand? OK.

MAN MOANS

It's OK, it's OK.

The survivor is called Jacob
Chapman. He's a corporate fixer
based in Dubai. Is he wounded?

No. Make sure the police
bring him straight to us.

Harry, there's one other man.

It's James Vine, he's in a coma,
he probably won't survive the day.

Four, maybe five m*rder*d.

At 8.00am we received intelligence

that the Nigerian government had
hired an assassin to k*ll Robert
Westhouse at the Maybury Hotel.

We were tasked with intercepting
the assassin without Westhouse
discovering what was going on.

He must have found out and
had the people in the lift k*lled.

Ruth. Robert Westhouse.

British oil billionaire. And since
the BP disaster, increasingly
important to our economic recovery.

He lives in a huge pile in
Berkshire, almost never leaves it.

His security is legendary.

He made his millions in Nigerian
oil, bringing massive investment
into the area.

For years, he's been Nigeria's
best friend.

Now it seems they want to k*ll him.

The assassin they hired
was one of these men.

He was within seconds
of getting to Westhouse.

Beth, how many gunmen were there?

Two, I think. It was dark.

Did you see anything else?
Did you hear anyone speak?

No. They just sprayed
the lift with b*ll*ts and left.

CCTV above the 15th floor
was disabled ten minutes
before the sh**ting.

The other cameras picked up nothing.
So how did they get out?

PHONE RINGS
Hello?

Tariq, check out street CCTV,
anything you can find.

Dimitri, spin a story to the media,
the sh**ting was g*ng-connected.

Jacob Chapman has been
brought in for interrogation.

Why did Chapman survive?

I hit the floor before they
opened fire. Maybe he did the same.

Or maybe that's what
he was trained to do.

But Westhouse must be responsible.

I need to know what's going on,
Home Secretary.

The Nigerians have been threatening
to cancel all our oil deals.

Since the Gulf of Mexico we've lost
our friends in the American oil
industry. We can't lose Nigeria, too.

Westhouse is the only one with
enough dirt on them to ensure
that we keep our business.

So Nigeria tried to k*ll him
and you got wind of it.

And asked you to sort it out.

Then I'll need to get
closer to Robert Westhouse.

Find out what the hell he's been
up to. No, no, no.

No, Harry. Give him space.
He's important to us.

More important than
four m*rder*d civilians.

Give Westhouse space.
That's an order.

You don't work in the oil industry.
How do you know Robert Westhouse?

I don't know him. I was called three
days ago by one of Westhouse's
UK team. What's going on here?

What was on offer? He said that
Westhouse was opening up more
oil opportunities in Nigeria.

And how would he do that?

Look, I was just trying
to make some money. Business.

What happened in the lift?
That wasn't business.

That's got nothing to do with me.
You survived.

And that makes me guilty?

It makes you interesting.

I... I was standing near her.

The lift doors opened. She fell
to the floor, and I copied her.

And then?

I don't remember. It...

Just g*nshots. Lots of them
and then, er...

What?

They just left.

I think that's right, isn't it?

What if I told you
that we had intelligence

that someone was
trying to assassinate
Robert Westhouse this morning

and that the gunmen were there
to take out the assassin?

And you think I'm the assassin?

I have no idea who you are.

I'm a witness. That's what I am.

I've been shot at and
I'd appreciate some protection.

Oh, don't you worry. We have
no intention of letting you go.

Do you trust him? No.

I would never trust anyone
wearing a suit like that.

Dimitri, take Chapman to
a safe house. 24-hour watch.

No, Lucas, let me deal with Chapman.

I'll use the feminine touch.

Get something out of him. OK.

Lucas, I have something.

Five of the businessmen's
stories check out perfectly.

But one doesn't. Let me
guess, Chapman? No. No, this man.

He claimed on arrival to be a Martin
Strickland of Vitex Petroleum.

But Martin Strickland doesn't exist.

This man is Benoit Delarue.
Ex French Marine.

Vitex Petroleum employed him
two weeks ago as a consultant.

Consulting on what, exactly?
It's not clear. He has no
business experience whatsoever.

He knows how to k*ll people.

So if the Nigerian Government were
looking for a non-black operative to
m*rder Westhouse. He'd be perfect.

Except he had no weapon on him.

The Nigerians could've planted a
weapon for the assassin to pick up.

In which case,
it would still be at the hotel.

So Benoit Delarue reaches
the penthouse apartment.
He has no weapon.

Where did they leave it for him?

After you.

PHONE RINGS

Ruth, it's Lucas. Can you check
if Westhouse has any health issues?

Hang on. Just checking.

Yes.

Don't tell me, some kind of pain.

Migraines. It's very heavy.
Requiring constant...

Medication. Thanks. Don't take
these if you've got a sore throat.

The Nigerians were
planning to poison Westhouse.

They couldn't get
to him at his mansion.

The hotel meeting
was their only chance.

LIFT DINGS
'Doors closing.'

I thought this floor was sealed off.
It is.

Looking for these?

How is Lagos this time of year?

HE SPRAYS THEM

Ah!

'Doors closing.'

'Doors closing.'

'Doors opening.'

TYRES SQUEAL

Good morning, Mr North. Who are you?

Felix Osuba.
Nigerian political attache.

I'm sorry to perform such
a reckless driving manoeuvre
in your great city.

I'm more interested in your
manoeuvres around Robert Westhouse.

May I have the bottle, please?

What bottle?

Give it to me.

All right. Only if you tell me why.

Why do you want Westhouse dead?

There is a new generation
of Nigerians who wish to
own our own resources.

Mr Westhouse and his kind
will never understand that.

Yeah, you thought you'd
make that clear to him? Who was
your assassin? Benoit Delarue?

You don't need to know that.

Well, then,
you don't get your poison.

I don't want to force you.

The bottle. Please.

Go.

The pill you found contained
a lethal mix of cyanide and
a pollutant, ethomorbitol.

That's impossible to trace in a
body, but it would have k*lled
Westhouse within 12 hours.

Thanks, Ruth.

Harry, we need to talk about
Robert Westhouse.

Yes. I'm receiving significant
pressure from above
regarding Westhouse.

They're telling me I have
to tread lightly around him.

However, I think
we should pay him a visit.

To discuss his...
security arrangements.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Beth.

I'm taking Chapman
to the safe house.

I tried but I didn't get
anything useful from him.
I think he's secretly g*y.

Look, he may be a red herring
in all this, but check out his
history, just to be sure.

And then go home, you need some rest.

Yes, sir.

Do I detect the seeds of a
constructive working relationship?

I can report an improvement
in Miss Bailey's general
approach to her work.

Look at that,
the spoils of the oil industry.

Are you telling me that
an attempt on my life

was planned in my own capital city
and the British Government
didn't think to inform me?

As I'm sure you're aware, your role
in the Nigerian oil trade is viewed
as crucial to British interests.

And you thought I'd be
scared off if I found out
that my life was under threat?

The Government believe your work
is vital to the UK oil industry.

And asked me to deal with
the threat quietly and discreetly.

Did a good job, didn't you[?]

We would have dealt
with the assassin.
But someone got there before us.

And massacred a lift
full of innocent people.

You accusing me?

Someone was acting to protect you.

Were you aware in the last few
weeks of any threat to your life?

None whatsoever.
So why all the security?

You barely leave this mansion.

We work in Africa, Mr Phillips.

It would be unwise
not to take precautions.

What was the hotel meeting about?

I was looking after
British interests.

The Nigerians are considering
turning off their oil tap to
the West. There's a higher bidder.

China? If that happens, it will
be catastrophic for the UK economy.

Today's meeting was intended
to create business strategies

to, er, persuade the Nigerians
to reconsider their position.

Strategies? Financial incentives.

Bribery.

Welcome to the world of oil.

Somebody in Nigeria did not want
that meeting to be successful. Why?

The Nigerians have always
been my friends, even in more
pressing times than these.

Then why did they try to k*ll you?

Tomorrow I want you to get
into Westhouse's private files.
Find out what's really going on.

You don't think
he's telling us everything. Do you?

And the pressure from above?

Leave me to deal with that.

Let me out here.

Hi. Hey, just seeing how you are.

I'll survive. Thanks for the TLC.

Any time.

PHONE RINGS

Did you open the suitcase?

How did you get this number?

Still got a few tricks in me.

John, I've got myself in a...
in a terrible mess.

Things are difficult for me.

Think about what I've been
doing for the past 15 years.

Think about how difficult
I could make things for you.

Don't contact me again.

PHONE RINGS

Yes? Sorry, it's me.

I know it's late. Listen.

Given what you said,
re: what I said,

I don't think we should be
sharing late night tete-a-tetes.

Let's just stick to work.

This is work. Good.

Um, something's bothering me
about the g*nman.

'Hold on, Beth's just coming back.'

Hi. Hi.

Sorry. They couldn't escape
down the fire exit because
Lucas was coming up it,

plus we had that
hotel cordoned off in minutes.

Harry, they can't have left that
building. So what did they do?

I think they had a room booked.
We checked all the rooms.

Anyone with African connections was
taken by the police for questioning.

Well, I have a guest list
on my computer, I'll go
through it in the morning.

Anything else?

No.

Good night, then.

OK, and down.

Swollen around here.

You'll be fine. I'll get the
nurse to have a look at it, OK?

Right.

Right, who have we got here?

You're alive.

Maya.

Leave me alone.

I can't.

Maya!

Meet me tonight,
seven o'clock, Mayfair Square.

Please?

You're an early bird.

Couldn't sleep.

Nightmares?

It happens to all of us. Even you.

You don't look so good yourself.

Yeah, well,
nothing a coffee won't fix.

I am re-checking everyone staying
at the hotel. Looking for
any connection to Westhouse.

What about Chapman?
His story's watertight.

He does work for IMK Consultants
and he has no connection to
Nigeria or to Westhouse.

OK, I want to shift the focus. How
do we get inside Westhouse's mansion?

I thought we were steering
clear of Westhouse? Not any more.

Somewhere in that mansion is where
he does his deals. I want to be
listening in when he does them.

The house has a 60 camera Hawkeye
computer-controlled security system.

If we're to disable cameras,
we have to it from within.

The drivers have an area
round the side of the house.

It may have a computer. Good.
Set it up. We've got three hours.

And let's keep this strictly
amongst ourselves, shall we?

Lucas, see if you can find
any connection to the Ukraine.

Westhouse has been there more
often in the last three months
than I consider entirely healthy.

Ruth, we're missing something.
Could there have been any other
witnesses to the sh**ting?

Only James Vine.
And he's still in a coma.

Mrs Vine?

I've spoken to the police already.

I just wanted to say that
if your husband should wake up,
I will need to talk to him.

He isn't going to wake.
He's 90% brain-dead.

They've asked me to consider
switching off the machine,
but I'm not quite ready yet.

Did your husband have any previous
contact with Robert Westhouse? None.

He just got a call three days ago.

He's been trying to tap
the Niger delta for years.

I'm disturbing you.

I can still hear the shots.
Sorry? On his phone.

Ruth, James Vine was on the
phone when the attack took place.

See if the mobile phone company
can retrieve it.

Will do.

Darling, I won't be late, we've
got the Bedfords for dinner tonight.
Right.

I'll be back soon, bye, sweetie.

Bye, darling. Michael, have the car
pick me up from the front, will you?

Mr Phillips. I'm here to
check your security systems.

Then you'd better come through.

Mrs Westhouse asked to be picked
up from the front entrance.
Yeah, OK.

We have 60 colour dome cameras
with remote monitoring

and CCTV alarm verification. Six
board cameras, with microwave links.

We've also installed in
our security centre the latest
multiplexers and quad displays.

And our computer system
has the strongest firewall.

Outside and inside, we have
the facility to activate
high-resolution motion detection.

What's in there?

Those are Mr and Mrs Westhouse's
private quarters.

Even I do not go in there.

So I hope you'll agree that
Mr Westhouse is quite safe here

and all our systems
are more than adequate.

But thank you for your concern.

Michael will see you out.

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

This is PC Joy Hayden,
your liaison officer from
Surrey Hills Police Control Room.

We've a report of an unmarked
white van outside your back gates.

OK, we'll check it out.

Let's check out the back, yeah?

There's an unmarked van parked
outside your back gates.

Someone may be trying
to breech your security wall.
Get Mr Westhouse immediately.

Hold on... I said immediately!

Wakey-wakey, Tariq. Bug in place.

I'm like a shark,
Lucas, I never sleep.

'Lucas, they're on their way back.
Hurry.'

Come on, Lucas, get out of there!

What is it?

Someone just tried to crash
your security cameras. But we
managed to get them back online.

Take this SIM card back to the Grid.
Find out what's on it.

PHONE RINGS

OK, listen. The police never
recovered James Vine's phone.

They assumed he didn't have one.
Right, but we know he did.

Someone must have taken it from
the lift before they got there.

I never saw Vine's phone.

And anyway, the police searched me
immediately after we left the lift.

So how could I have taken it?
Well, then who did?

Why don't you ask the people
who tried to k*ll us?
Maybe they took it.

But you have no memory of
anyone entering the lift.
Well, maybe they did.

It was dark.
It's possible, I suppose.

Why did Westhouse call you out
of the blue for this meeting?

I have absolutely no idea.

I went to Westhouse
because it was an opportunity to
make millions of dollars.

Now you tell me,
why is that a crime?

It's the same with the others.
Westhouse just called them.

No previous contact.
It doesn't make sense.

Unless the meeting was a set-up.

So, Westhouse knew about the
Nigerian plot to k*ll him?

Set up a meeting
to lure the assassin.

PHONE RINGS

Oh, go ahead, I have to take this.

I dusted a phone pad in Westhouse's
mansion. He's speaking to someone
from the Ukraine at 6pm today.

Come in. Close the door.

Take a seat.

What is it?

I've contacted James Vine's
mobile company and they've
retrieved the call to his wife.

Listen, I'm stuck
in the lift in the Maybury Hotel.
Can you call them...

Doors opening. It's OK...

g*nf*re

Esta muerta? Vamos!

"Is she dead?" In Spanish.

She? Now, there are no
Hispanics on my hotel list.

I double-checked with the hotel.

Two Colombians booked in two
days before and checked out the
morning after the shootings.

Their passports had fake
names but their real names are
Hector Cordoba and Carlos Garcia.

They have connections to
anti-US militia in Colombia.

Someone had deleted
them from my computer.

Any connections to Westhouse?

Seven years ago, this woman
was a member of their group.

PHONE RINGS

Marica.

Esta muerta? Beth! Vamos!

ON PHONE: 'James, what's happening?!
James?

'James, can you hear me?

'James! James! Are you OK?'

Beth.

Beth! It's Lucas. Have they gone?

Dimitri, can you hear me? sh*t!

Someone's tried to k*ll everyone in
the lift. We need ambulances, now!

And lock down the area, no-one
goes in or out of this hotel.

Yeah, she's OK. Can you stand?

Oh!

Someone's alive.

'Beth, how many gunmen were there?
Two, I think.'

But it was dark.

D'you see anything else?
Did you hear anyone speak?

No. They just sprayed the
lift with b*ll*ts and left.

I was standing near her.
The lifts doors opened. She fell to
the floor. And I copied her.

And then...what? They just left.

That's right, isn't it?

Lucas. Let me deal with Chapman.
I'll use the feminine touch.

Why didn't you tell him?

Tell who, what?
What you heard in the lift?

I'm sorry I don't know...
Don't bullshit me!

I'm taking
Chapman to the safe house.

I didn't get anything
useful from him.
I think he's secretly g*y.

There's no need to push me!

What are you doing?

Someone will find you later. And
by then you can say what you like.

Hi, what time's the next
Eurostar to Paris, please?

Hey!

Yeah, when's the next one?

Thank you.

Hey! Where are you going?

Hector Cordoba.

Get these off.

You're the assassin.

And my Spanish is excellent.

Who were they? I don't know.

I nearly died because of you.

I want some answers. So you talk!

When I was 22, I took off to South
America to piss off my father and I
got involved with the wrong people.

What was it, drugs? No, arms.

I supplied a Colombian
militia with g*ns and a*mo.

And their boss was this psycho
called Raul Cordoba.

And? I realised he was no
Che Guevara. And I wanted out.

But he said it wasn't an option,
so you shopped him.

To the Colombian army.
He was found in a ditch,
just outside Bogota.

Who were those geezers?
One of them is his brother.

You've been a naughty girl!

I should k*ll you.

Then you'd have three bodies, your
fingerprints all over the place
and no-one to help you.

If you tell MI5 who I am,
I'll take you down with me.

PHONE RINGS

It's my colleague.

Answer it.

Hi.
Hey, just seeing how you are.

I'll survive.

Thanks for the TLC. Any time.

Right, I want a clean exit to Dubai.
No questions asked.

Then I'll stay silent about
your little Colombian adventure.

How do I know I can trust you?
How do I know I can trust you?

You don't. Well, now that's sorted.
Let's start clearing this mess up.

Stop. Stop here.

Wait, wait.

What's that?

The businessman from
the lift's mobile. Smart.

Listen, find another assassin.

One of the dead men in the lift.
Make it look convincing.
Keep me out of it.

I've already taken care of that.
You know, I liked you
the moment I met you.

I want all evidence of
my involvement with
Raul Cordoba to disappear.

Why? So you can stay with MI5?

I look at you
and I don't see a civil servant.

I get you off this. And we go
our separate ways. Clear?

Get me to the safe house.
We'll do our deals later.

Now don't get too excited.
It only calls one number. Mine.

What other number would I want?

'Hold on, hold on.
Beth's just coming back.'

Hi. Hi.

Sorry. So the g*nman at the hotel.

They couldn't escape down the fire
exit because Lucas was coming up

plus we had that
hotel cordoned off in minutes.

I think they had a room booked.

Well, I have a guest list
on my computer, I'll go
through it in the morning.

You're an early bird.

Couldn't sleep.

I never saw Vine's phone.
And anyway the police searched me
immediately after we left the lift.

So how could I have taken it?

Well, then who did? Why don't
you ask the people who tried to
k*ll us, maybe they took it?

But you have no memory of anyone
entering the lift. Maybe they did.

Well, it was dark.
So it's possible, I suppose.

PHONE RINGS

Oh, go ahead, I have to take this.

OK, guys, take a break.

Let's makes sure
no-one's listening.

I've just heard from my
Nigerian employers. How the hell?

It doesn't matter. They want
me out of here or I'm a dead man.
What?

Look, you've got 12 hours to
get me on a flight to Dubai.

Better still,
get us both on a flight.

D'you want this
always hanging over your head?
Your dirty little secret?

I know you, you're like me. You
will never fit in with these people.

Anything else you want to tell us?
That's the truth. I swear.

You caused the death of five men.

We could have been
chasing their K*llers.

Instead of which we've wasted
valuable hours

pursuing false leads
while you deliberately
misled a criminal investigation.

I operated in a different world
back then. I just, I thought...

Thought? Thought what, Beth?

What did you think? I just
thought it would never come up.

Harry, we have noise from
the bug in Westhouse's mansion.

You stay here.

'The Ukrainians have landed.

'They have the VXD.
Tell them there's a new venue
for the handover.

'Six o'clock. They are nervous
after what happened at the hotel.

'Offer them an extra 100K.
That should calm them down a bit.'

We need to speed this up.
Fly to Lagos tonight.

Give Uchama the VXD and tell
him to attack immediately.

'After the attack, brief the press
that it was Islamic rebels

'from the North,
the usual African cliches.'

Then the army can
seize the presidential palace.

Then their priority is to secure
our pipelines and refineries.

VXD. A deadly Soviet
nerve agent used in Afghanistan
to obliterate entire towns.

What does Westhouse want this for?

He's going to attack Lagos. But why?
That's tantamount to genocide.

That's exactly what he wants.

He'll blame the attack on Islamic
militants provoking the Nigerian
military to roll in and take over.

A British-sponsored coup. Yeah,
and all to keep the oil tap running.
Harry, we have to stop this.

But quietly. Westhouse dines
with half of the British Cabinet.

If the world's media get the
slightest hint of what he's up to,

the UK will become
Africa's enemy number one.

We have no idea where
the transaction's taking place.

Lucas, the phone belonged
to Westhouse's wife.

The SIM card had 300 photos on it,
family and friends. And?
Look who's one of the friends.

Chapman.
He's in 12 different photos.

He must be working for Westhouse.

Chapman told you he was the assassin
hired by Nigeria to k*ll Westhouse?

Can you explain these to me?

He said he'd never met Westhouse.

Then we can assume he lied to you.

I don't understand.

Who is he?

This is the assassin.

When you reach this floor in
the lift, we will separate him from
the group. Do what you need to do.

Here to see Robert Westhouse.
Jacob Chapman, IMK Consultants.

Darling, listen, I'm stuck in
the lift in the Maybury Hotel.

Esta muerta? Vamos!

ON PHONE: 'James, what's happening?
James! James, can you hear me?'

It's you. You're the assassin.

My Spanish is excellent.

You're like me. You'll never
fit in with these people.

Chapman will know where
the transaction's taking place.

We need that information.

Do we bring him in?
He'll deny knowledge.

All we have are photographs.
It's not enough.
We have to deceive the deceiver.

Beth? Will you do it?

Yeah.

Just this once. Then she's gone.
There's no place here for betrayal.

PHONE BUZZES

I've arranged your release.
I knew you were good.

We'll pick you up
in half an hour and you'll be
taken wherever you wish.

And my offer to you?

I'm leaning towards accepting.
I thought you might.


If he or any of his men make
any move, we bring them in.

Let's go.

Get me Westhouse.
The Nigerians have found me.

Mr Westhouse is not available.
He says he's sorry. You set me up.

We've identified the assassin.
You're free to return home to Dubai.

There's a taxi waiting. Thank you.
Thanks very much.

The answer's yes.
Heathrow Airport. Two hours.

He's on the move.

Tariq, anything happening
at the mansion?

Just the wife going
to her golf lesson. No sign of
Westhouse or his entourage.

Harry, we've got Nigerian
Intelligence following me and
Chapman. How did they find him?

Westhouse must
have leaked it to them.

He's setting Chapman up,
we follow Chapman while he
completes the transaction elsewhere.

So where's it happening?

Hang on. Tariq, was there
anyone else in the wife's car?
Just her and the driver.

In Iraq, we used to dress the
important dignitary as the driver.

Maybe Westhouse is driving that car.
Where's the wife's golf lesson?

Foxhills Golf Club.

Harry? Let's go.

PHONE RINGS

Home Secretary.

I wanted you to know that I'm about
to prevent a British-funded coup

in West Africa that could lead
to mass bloodshed

which your dear friend
Robert Westhouse is planning.

I didn't know.

Not that he'd go that far.

I assumed that was the case.

Deal with it, Harry. No noise.

That's why I'm going myself.

Ah-ah. You stay here.
What? What do you mean?

You're off the operation.
Harry's orders. Off the operation
or off the team?

You should've been
honest with us, Beth.

Whereas I'm sure you've got
nothing to hide, have you, Lucas?

I'm front man on this.

Diplomatic reasons. Understood.
We'll go round the back.

Pull over here, please.

I know where the nerve
agent is being handed over.

And for the right price,
I can tell you where it's happening.

What is the right price?

PHONE RINGS

Robert, lovely to see you.
Are you playing today?

No, no my, er, wife has a lesson.

How is Joanna?

She's good, she's fine. Thank you.

I hear you're thinking
of taking an African holiday.

Yes, that's right.

Hate to be the bringer of bad
news, but you may have to cancel.

The climate is no longer conducive.

Well, I'm sure I'll find
a way of making it happen.

You've taken your last safari,
Robert.

Why don't you and Joanna
have a nice consolation dinner?

There's a table booked, on me.

How kind.

Let me take your bag to the car.

Westhouse is white, in his early


He'll be carrying a sports bag.
sh**t him and take the bag.

Harry!

You said Heathrow Airport,
you naughty boy.

You never knew me.

And you never will.

Harry, I want Beth on our team.

I don't like liars.

It's our business, isn't it? Lying.
Not to each other.

Did you trust Ros?

Implicitly.

Could you afford me the same grace?

I'll accept the position
of Section Chief. But you have
to trust me in the same way.

I want complete clearance
on all my operations.

Grade A access and the freedom
to build the team that I choose.

Beth deserves a second chance.

Congratulations, Lucas.

Right, well, I'll see you
when I see you.

Yep.

How about eight o'clock
tomorrow morning?

What do you mean?

Call it a reprieve.

Eight o'clock it is then.

Don't think it's because I care.

Of course not.

Er... I know this is hard for you.

I just wanted to try and explain.

It's been 15 years, John.

Don't talk to me like you know me.

You don't know me.

I'm not the same person any more.

Neither am I.

So?

Maya, when I was in Africa,
something happened.

Something that I had to bury,
had to run from.

I couldn't risk
bringing it home to you.

I couldn't... I loved you too much.

If you loved me,
you wouldn't have disappeared.

If you loved me, John, you
would've found a way to come home.

If you knew how much I wanted to.

I can't listen to this.

I've got to go. Where?

To my boyfriend.

Yeah, I have one.

And I have friends
and family, a career.

I have a life...
and I don't need you.

So why are you here?

We've intercepted an e-mail
to the AFF cell in London.

We think they're trying
to acquire a WMD.

The Russians want a man on the Grid.
An FSB officer at Thames House?

That's absurd.
To many more co-operations.

What's going on? They're t*rrorists.

It appears I have allowed us
to be played by Moscow.

I want to see you again.
I don't want to see you.

I want to tell you everything.
Tonight.

I can assure you he won't
hesitate to use this weapon.

Security services,
clear the platform!

It's a w*r, Lucas.

If you don't like it,

look the other way.

We've done what was asked.

That's an end to it. Have you
told Harry Pearce what we did?

Don't make me use what I know.