03x01 - Project Friendly Fire

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We are dealing with the assassination
of the head of the British Armed Forces

and Tom Quinn is the only suspect.

We're interrupting this programme
for a special news bulletin.

There's been an attempt on the life
of the Chief of the Defence Staff.

As we speak, doctors
are fighting to save Sir John's life.

You don't know who I am, do you?

- Herman Joyce.
- This is about Lisa.

My daughter's in a facility in Maine,
in a catatonic state of withdrawal.

He did recruit a girl - Lisa Joyce -
but she didn't work out.

She went to pieces. He blames me.

You took everything from her.
Now I'm taking everything from you.

- What are you gonna do with me?
- The mother of all setups.

There'll be a sn*per r*fle at the scene
with my fingerprints on it.

I have been set up.
The man behind it is ex-CIA.

His name is Herman Joyce.

You're a liar.

Tom, Herman Joyce was k*lled
in a car crash. He died five years ago!

- Don't let Joyce win.
- It's over, Tom.

- I'm just trying to clear my name!
- You know what I must do.

HERMAN: 'I've destroyed
your very soul, Tom Quinn.'

'You're like Lisa now...

in your own personal hell.'

Urgent telephone call
from Downing Street, Mr Mace.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

National emergency...

- National emergency!
- Mr Pearce, lay down.

No, no, no.
Just let me take this in.

Tom Quinn shot the Chief of the Defence
Staff, then shot Harry Pearce to escape?

- You know this is our chance.
- 'Then take it.'

Call an air ambulance to London.

RADIO: 'I am as near as I can get
to the scene of the assassination of

the Chief of the Defence Staff...'

- Do you want to pull over, Danny?
- I'm OK.

- 'Police and emergency services...'
- We've got to get back to London!

I do hope the Prime Minister's backing
him? I can rely on that absolutely?

- 'Absolutely.'
- Right. I'm going to move very fast.

'..In connection with the sh**ting.
He's described as white, tall...'

They're describing Tom.

- 'He is armed and dangerous.'
- Tom's dead.

- No! We don't know that!
- TYRES SCREECH

Stop the car, Danny!

'There's speculation that the suspect
drowned on the Suffolk coast

while trying to escape.

'Police have cordoned off
all nearby beaches.'

Who's given you authority...?
Would you get your hands off my files!

MOBILE RINGS

- Ruth?
- You and Danny had better get back here.

Special Branch plods
are turning the place over.

On whose authority?

They say the Joint Intelligence Committee
have launched an investigation,

but can they do that so fast?

- Ruth, tell Harry.
- You do realise...

- Ruth?
- Oh, no.

- What?
- The Chairman of the JIC just walked in.

Listen, Doghouse now!

No more phone calls, please.

Danny! Doghouse - we've go to go!

I'm launching an investigation,
sanctioned by Downing Street,

so you are all suspended.

This is going to be
something of a blood bath.

Episode 1
'Project Friendly Fire'

Thank you.

Gentlemen.

- Can I help you?
- Er, I've come to see, um, Mr Pearce.

Sorry. No visitors today.

- This is ridiculous. He's my boss.
- No, come on. Off.

I aim to finish the investigation
at MI5 in the next few days.

The whole culture at Thames House
is rotten, so we are cleaning the stables.

What about Harry Pearce?

Harry...will retire
on medical grounds.

The rest of his department
will be dismissed,

or, if evidence is there, prosecuted for
helping the rogue officer amongst them.

- Excuse me? Can I talk to you?
- Sorry?

It's about Mr Pearce.

- You saying he's a spy?
- He is.

The thing is I work for him and I'm in love
with him and they won't let me see him.

- Could you give him a note?
- I don't think so. I mean, I'd...

I'll write it.

No, sorry.

I'm having his child.

OK.

Are you sure this is in
the interests of national security?

Absolutely.

We cannot have another Tom Quinn.

So could I have a vote
to authorise the investigation?

Which is nearly over.

Did the Prime Minister
personally order this?

- He's fully informed.
- Not the same thing.

I know you're an old pal of Harry Pearce,
so I take your judgment to be clouded.

Oh! Clouded, am I?!

Anyone against?

Then I proceed.

- So did we all shake our tails?
- They have three on me.

- I had to do the taxi trick.
- I biked all over.

The chairman of the JIC
is looking through all our files,

down to old apple cores in our desks,

and we've got to sneak off here
just to talk. What the hell is going on?

- What's Oliver Mace doing?
- Maybe he thinks you all helped Tom.

- That's really stupid.
- Maybe not.

What do we know about Oliver Mace?
Has he ever done any real spying?

MI6 before chairing the JIC.

- Reputation as a desk spook.
- Oh, no! The worst!

I also heard he's got a hidden past
as quizmaster, Northern Ireland.

I heard worse - he steps over the line.

In Kosovo, three Serb agents died in
his detention. He's a very dangerous man.

He's treating us as traitors -

- suspending us, having us followed!
- I smell the stench of deep politics.

- What do we do?
- Get some dirt on him.

We'd never get near him.

- Then we'll take his big stick away.
- What do you mean?

- Prove Tom was innocent.
- But he wasn't!

He's accused of m*rder, treason.
He shot Harry trying to get away!

We don't know why he shot Harry.

We need to speak to Christine Dale,
maybe Tom talked to her.

Hey! Spare some change?

Will you give us some change
for a cup of tea?

Go away!

You've got a tracking device on you.
Get rid, and get out now!

- I bet there's one on your bike.
- Oh!

I'm sorry!

Sam, check your bike.
Have you got it?

I've got it! I've got it!

Move! Let's go!

- Who the hell was that?
- Guardian angel?

b*stard...b*stard...

Not here. Repeat, not here.
Device found.

Oi!

SIREN BLARES

- Can I help you?
- We want to see Christine Dale.

- She's not available at this time.
- And you are...?

A friend of the family.

- CIA.
- Top vintage.

- PAGER BEEPS
- Why are they leaning on her?

- She slept with our traitor.
- Don't call Tom that. God, I can't bear it!

Oliver Mace wants to see me.

Once more, have you seen Tom Quinn?

Again and again, I'm loyal
to the United States of America,

so, no, I did not help Tom Quinn.

No.

No!

No, no, no!

No!

I didn't! I never helped Tom Quinn!

So why does your computer reveal so
many visits to sites selling ill*gal arms?

Monitoring those sites is part of my job!

- Some personal pornographic interest?
- No.

- Shall I tell you what I think?
- What?

- You procured this g*n for Tom Quinn.
- How dare you accuse me!

Little career advice - let the waters
close over your time in this service.

OK, that's it!

What's behind this investigation?
What is the chair of the JIC doing,

getting his hands dirty
with the likes of us?

- What are you doing?
- Well, this is jolly[!]

- I'll have you arrested.
- For what?

The Official Secrets Act is
a whole supermarket of offences.

You have some kind of
hidden agenda here.

If there is to be an agenda,
it will be mine.

Oliver, we speak now.

Or must I embarrass you
before junior personnel?

HARRY: The JIC will be recalled.

OLIVER: There's a serious threat to
national security. I can't keep to niceties.

I like the niceties.
They protect us from tyranny.

Moral high ground is a bit of
a sandbank for you, Harry.

- The tide is coming in.
- This department is still independent.

This department is rotten to the core!

If you want to prove that,
you'll have to do it by the book.

The JIC will meet again
first thing in the morning.

I'll see you there, Oliver.

Hope you're feeling up to it.

- DANNY: What's going on, Harry?
- Yes, there was this tr*mp.

- RUTH: Harry...
- Yes, Ruth. Adam!

You come most presently
upon your hour.

Everyone, I'd like to introduce you
to your vagrant.

All right? How are you doing?

This is Adam Carter. I've bulldozed
a few rules and seconded Adam from 6

- to help us sort out this mess.
- Yeah.

We've got a hell of a situation, but there's
a way to get the gremlins off our backs.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

- We prove Tom Quinn was innocent.
- Yes!

We're in for an all-nighter.
We need sandwiches, coffee, tea...

I'll get that. I mean, I don't have to.
I don't get tea usually.

- Thanks, Sam. Not still bugged, are you?
- What? Oh, no!

- He wasn't innocent, though, was he?
- Sorry.

Till we really know, let's assume
Tom was the man you knew.

We're going round in circles.
He shot Harry!

But he was facing arrest for treason

with zero chance of proving
his innocence. He HAD to escape.

If it had been me,
I'd have pulled the trigger.

What about you, Harry?
If you'd been in Tom's position,

would you have shot you?

I don't want him to be guilty.

Right, let's take a break.

Adam.

Er, d'you have any, you know, plan?

- No, not really.
- Right.

I did something once
when I was stationed in Damascus.

I made up a story to discredit
a high-ranking intelligence officer

in the Syrian Secret Service.

The guy was a torturer, a real pig.

He was about to find out that
his wife was an agent I was running.

I had to stop him, so I put it about
that the "pig" was not a pig,

but a mole working for
the Israeli Secret Service.

And d'you know what?

It turned out to be true.

- What happened?
- The Syrians hanged him.

Israelis went ape, of course.

- What about the agent?
- I married her.

- Right.
- You'll meet her. She's gorgeous.

Don't plan too much, Danny.

Let things just crinkle out.

I shouldn't be talking to you.

Spooks too spooked
to talk to each other?

Strange days, Harry.

You sure you ought to be out of hospital?

Do shut up, Hugo,
and just tell me what's going on!

There's a conspiracy...
in the darker corners of government.

Oh, my prophetic soul!

They want to establish
a unified, single-track intelligence...

in a melded command structure.

Whitehall speak for taking political
control of the intelligence services.

They want to run you, me, MI6
from Downing Street

with a political head sitting in Cabinet.

I've seen this coming. The nightmare
of a Ministry of State Security!

Our very own KGB!

They also want to give members
of the security services

the power to arrest people.

Why all this now?

They fear what's coming in the Gulf -

al-Qaeda's final push
to take over Saudi Arabia.

And we all know what that means -
an onslaught of terrorism in the West.

And, to counter it,
they want a secret service

that does exactly
what the Government wants

- and gives the public positive intelligence.
- Even if there isn't any!

Does the Prime Minister
know about this?

The PM?
HE SNORTS

Bends his ear to anyone
who whispers "modernisation".

What are we going to do?

We?

I'm sorry, Harry.

I'm going to let go. Take retirement.
Cottage near Newmarket.

Sip of malt on a frosty morning,
watching the horses on the gallops.

Let them have their new world order.

- I can't do that, Hugo.
- You'll not stop these people, Harry.

- They'll crucify you.
- A crucifixion it is, then!

MOBILE RINGS

'Harry.'

Tom?

You all right?

Well, you perforated my shoulder
and damn near got my lung.

Apart from that,
things are hunky-dory[!]

- I couldn't let you bring me in.
- Meet me.

- No, I can't.
- Why not?

Because I don't think you believe me.
I don't think you trust me.

Could it be to do with the memory
of you holding a shotgun in my face?

I'm innocent, Harry.
I didn't assassinate Sir John Stone.

- You'd better be innocent.
- What do you mean?

There are conspirators.

And your treachery is the perfect excuse
for destroying the service as we know it.

Tom?

I'll get you proof.

- How?
- I've got a way.

You are a dead man in the North Sea, and
will remain so until you prove otherwise.

SIREN BLARES

Our Lady of the Sorrows,
forgive me for what I have done...

but my daughter loved you.

A man destroyed her.

Now I have destroyed him.

Do you understand?

Joyce!

- Joyce!
- Agh!

Hey, Tom.

- Nice moves.
- Shut up.

You're a bright fella,
knowing I'd come here.

So, what are you going to do?

Take me in?

Yeah, that's the idea.

You remember my CV? Who I am?
I spent a year in Lubyanka,

a prisoner of the KGB.

Do you think English gents in MI5
are going to get me to confess

with a few sleepless nights
and psychological games?

Hell! They'd have to burn
my genitals off with red-hot metal!

And even then, I probably
won't tell them how I set you up.

Get up! GET UP!

- No.
- HE c*ck g*n

I won't let you win,
and I won't let you destroy me.

Look at yourself.

Get up or I'll k*ll you,
so help me, God.

God won't help you, Tom Quinn...
whatever you do.

I'm going to send you
straight down to hell.

Why don't you tell me what it's like?
Aren't you there already?

Hated by old friends,
hunted by your country.

When they pick you up,
what will they give you? 30 years?

- You are going to do exactly what l say.
- No...

No...

No...

Now my daughter's lying in an asylum,
with her mind gone for ever...

..I want you to go mad, too, Tom.

TYRES SCREECH

It can't be.

- Danny, it can't be.
- It is.

Herman Joyce -
the man Tom said set him up.

- He's meant to have died five years ago.
- More like five minutes ago.

This is the reason
that nobody believed Tom.

- Bit of a turnaround.
- Is it the calling card of a drowned man?

Take him down to the medical room.
I'll ring the duty doctor.

MAN: Yes, sir.

The funeral of Herman Joyce,
hero of the CIA, k*lled

in a car crash, 1 7th August 1999.

Official video
from the Library of Congress.

- I wish Tom was still here.
- Well, he's not.

Well, there's the widow
who survived the car crash.

Hold it there.

Carmen Joyce, ex-CIA field operative,
mourning for her husband.

Only it's not Herman in the coffin,
is it?

One hell of a thing to fix -
fake car crash, another body,

tricking the CIA into a hero's funeral.
The wife must have been in on it.

ZOE: She worked with him in Lebanon.
They were notorious, ruthless together.

They must have hunted together

and they planned everything
that happened to Tom together.

- Harry, Oliver Mace is on his way up.
- Oh...

A fearsome hour to be awake, Harry.

Until this is resolved,
no-one sleeps...except the dead.

It's a different situation.

Quinn could have been working with
Joyce. You'd have needed a confession.

In its absence,
this investigation continues.

- The body proves...
- It proves nothing!

- You're not acting in the interests of this...
- In this matter, I AM the interests.

You want to reduce 5 to a firm of
decorators, only to be wheeled out

when you want a whitewash.

You're on very dangerous ground,
Harry.

- What's Adam Carter doing here?
- I've drafted him in.

- You know his reputation!
- Brilliant!

Carter won't help stop the change
that's coming to this building.

I'm going to remove any cause
for you to wreck this service.

I'm going to prove Tom Quinn innocent.

- This is too big a game for you to win.
- We shall see.

HE SIGHS

OLIVER: A bit of privacy, Don, please.

- Do we really have to meet like this?
- We are taking on spies.

Old schoolboys putting bugs
in people's trousers? Dinosaurs!

All right, you wanted this.
What's so urgent?

Herman Joyce's body
was delivered to Thames House.

There's no doubt it's the man
Tom Quinn claimed set him up?

No doubt.

It raises the possibility
that Tom Quinn was innocent.

Have they evidence?
A confession? A tape?

No. But the truth...

The truth is the intelligence services are
not giving the Government what it wants -

clear, unambiguous statements.

- Raw intelligence is murky, never clear.
- Time to dump the old-fashioned spy.

The Government needs a service which
tells them who enemies of the State are.

And may arrest them.

Can we rely on you, Oliver?

Or have you still got some of that
old fuddy-duddy thinking?

Your mind gone soft
driving in cars like this?

No, no. I'm fine. I'll press on
with the investigation.

Do that.

It's your head on the block over this.

There are no phone records,
e-mails back to us.

I'm quite good at this spy game, too!

I think I'll call in a favour
with the CIA.

Get them
to let me talk to their bad girl.

If Joyce was alive,
that would mean that Tom...

Tom was telling the truth.
Oh, dear God.

Tom is a traitor. We must know
what he and his friends are up to.

He won't meet me.

ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS

'Christine, meet me.
Lunchtime tomorrow. The old place.

Please... For me.'

I won't meet him!

I WON'T!

You will...or I will give your masters
a very hostile report.

You will be interrogated for months.

Drinking out of a toilet bowl
in a CIA facility.

Standing up all night
in a freezing cell.

Hmm?

Oh!

Oh...

Ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh!

You know my reputation,
don't you, Christine? Hmm?

I don't let people NOT do
what I want them to do.

So choose.

They say that in American prisons traitors
have a worse time than paedophiles!

Zoe!

b*stard!

Zoe, Zoe, Zoe!

You really stink.

I know.
It's the smell of the outsider.

How could you do this to us, Tom?

How could you do this?!

Tom?

Not dead, I see.

No, not dead. I feel dead inside,
but we don't want to go there.

Do you have any idea
what we've been through?

Danny, I'm drained.

- If you wanna fight me, you'll win.
- Danny, just...

OK.

OK.

- Do you want a shower?
- No. No, I need the dirt.

It's amazing living rough. There's
a market economy, even down there.

Clothes are all.

You steal a few and trade your way up.

I am the king beggar!

What happened to Herman Joyce?

Well, you see, no matter how brilliant
Joyce was, he had a fatal flaw.

What was his greatest virtue?
Love for his daughter.

Lisa was a devout Catholic, and had
a favourite church, so I staked it out.

And I staked my life on her father
making one last sentimental journey

before he disappeared again
into his faked grave. And he did.

Did you k*ll him, Tom?

We'd never get a confession
out of him - just lies.

- So the body was the best you could do?
- Sort of.

- Grotesque.
- It wasn't enough, either,

cos while you've been
playing King Of The Beggars,

Oliver Mace has been all over us.
He wants to sack us.

And you are the ammunition.

The body hasn't stopped this. We've
got to have proof that you're innocent.

Who else knows about Joyce's death?
I mean, his real death.

- No-one.
- The body's at a mortuary in Croydon.

- So nobody's told HER.
- Who?

His wife.

Joyce's phone.

They text each other.

I've analysed the circuits in the phone.

He had a coding device
for sending texts. Very natty.

- What did they say?
- Well, there's a lot of sex... Sorry.

Use the mobile to text the wife.
A message that seems

to have come from Joyce,
to get her to come to London.

- And we pick her up?
- Yep.

We squeeze the whole story out of her.

On the record, cut and dried.
Wham, bam, thank you very much.

We lure a United States citizen here
and force a confession out of her?

That is an ill*gal, madcap scheme.

- I like it. Great idea, Adam.
- It's not mine, it's Tom's. We'll tail her.

- She's ex-CIA. She'll spot a tail.
- So we'll go to the movies.

Use CCTV all the way.

- When she gets to the hotel, we'll lift her.
- Will she come?

- I've got a feeling she's like her old man.
- How?

She's addicted to danger.

Hey.

You always lunch in this square -
prawn and wheat germ salad.

Just because you know what someone
eats doesn't mean you know them.

You're being tailed.

They've taken the minders off me.
I've been reinstated.

- I'm free.
- Free of what?

- What do you want, Tom?
- I was set up.

- And I'm on my way to prove it.
- Great.

So you think you can just
reappear in my life?

My life, your life...

Maybe there's a lottery committee
somewhere, throwing dice,

deciding who I'm gonna be, day by day.

Spy, tr*mp, traitor, hero...

How about this
for a 1 4-million-to-one?

Dead man died yesterday.



Herman Joyce.

- You know?
- Someone told me.

- Who, CIA?
- Yeah.

- D'you know if they've told his wife?
- Is that what you want from me?

- Yeah, that and...
- What? To make up?

ON TAPE: I need to know
about Carmen Joyce.

Why?


to London and lift her.

- When?
- She's already left.

This will only work if she thinks
Herman Joyce is still alive.

- I'll see what I can find out.
- OK. Contact Danny or Zoe.

Once you get her to London,
where are they planning to lift her?

I need some details to help you.

Are you...?

What? Wearing a wire?!

You're losing it, Tom.

Portman Hotel, Westminster.

We can get through this, Christine.

We can be together again.

If that's what you want...

- ..and you wash.
- Yeah! No, it's against my new religion.

I love you.

SIREN BLARES

Oh, I love you too, Tom.

She arrived at Gatwick on schedule,
then disappeared for a while.

She did the monorail
from the North Terminal,

then went for the Gatwick Express.
We had it covered.

Last one off. CCTV -
wherever they go, wherever they are.

Then she got a cab.

- She should be here soon.
- OK. She's coming here.

Let's go and get her.

- The plan is?
- She goes to her room, I pay her a visit.

'She's getting out the cab early
at Parliament Square.

She should be


I have a reservation
in the name of Hall.

- The mark is in. Repeat, the mark is in.
- 'We see her.'

Alpha One,
there are g*ons everywhere.

- I repeat, g*ons everywhere.
- Oh, sh*t.

Looks like they're moving in on her.

They're Mace's men. He's trying to
snatch her so we can't question her.

Don't let them lift her.

We've got to distract them.
Zoe, flirt! Now!

- Hey! Dennis!
- Sorry?

It's Louise!

- Do I know you?
- I met you at...

- Oi!
- I met you at, um...

What are you up to?!

- I can do anything I want.
- You do, with anyone.

I don't know you any more!

'She gone out the front!
Someone track her!'

She's gone.

Gone away?!

Wait.

PHONE BEEPS

- Harry...
- You ordered them

to interfere with an operation
being run by my officers!

- She is to be delivered to Immigration.
- We've lost her. Oops[!]

- She texted him. I decoded it.
- What does it say?

- "Meet at the safe house."
- The safe house? Where?

- She's in one of our cabs.
- What cabs?

We had a spook taxi outside the hotel.

- Carmen hired it.
- Spook taxi?

I've been recruiting taxi drivers.
Cheaper than having our own cars.

- Should I have cleared that with...?
- No. Initiative.

The driver texted me. They're going
to the New Concorde in Peckham.

This could be a hornets' nest.
Full back-up - now!

- What are you doing?
- Texting Tom.

Don't send that.
I don't want him here.

- BEEPING
- Oh, damn.

- What?
- It went when we bumped.

MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYS

Don't worry - it'll be fine.
Just come with us.

The walls are crumbling.

Victorian.

- What a hell hole.
- Joyce chose it. Perfect cover.

Great. Right room.

'This is Red Four.
Visual denied.'

Great!

What's she doing?

I'm sending in Special Forces.

If we have a sh**t-out,
we could lose her. Let me go in alone.

KNOCKING

It's Tom. Buzz him.

- Harry.
- Face to face.

- Certain of the situation, are you?
- Yeah, hope so.

Adam Carter. I've been brought in
as a kind of fire engine round here.

Right.

- Carmen's gonna run.
- We're gonna snatch her.

She won't be taken - she's looking at life
in jail. Let me talk to her.

- She's armed. We can't expose you.
- Wheel's turning.

- Wheel?
- Lottery wheel. This is our chance!

- We need her story to clear me!
- I should do it.

Who do you think you are?!

An officer who didn't get suckered
by a con artist.

That's it!

- This must be down to me.
- She'll k*ll him.

- I'll go with a legend.
- She'd spot you in seconds.

- You'll be dead.
- It's my right to do this!

- You're involved - you'll blow it.
- Adam, it's you.

- Come on!
- I've given an order.

- I'm going in.
- You're not!

You've got my life.

It's not about your life, is it?

Don't worry.

What's happened?

- Music's stopped.
- Get that music back on!

There was music on. Reinstate it!

- KNOCKING
- Mrs Joyce?

- Your husband sent me.
- Who are you?

My name's Ted Baxter - landlord.

MUSIC STARTS

Come in.

- Hi. I...
- Shut up.

This is unnecessary.
I'm just a messenger boy.

No, you're not.

I recognise you. You were in the hotel,
bawling at your girlfriend.

- But I do have a message.
- Then deliver it!

Your husband's dead.

What does he think he's doing?!

- Stand by, Special Forces.
- Wait! It's good. That's what I'd have said.

- You know what I am, don't you?
- Yes.

I think you'd better review
your options, don't you?

OK.

Get up!

Sit on your hands.

- They're all over the place, I suppose.
- Oh, yeah. This room's...

- ..the last bit of freedom you'll have.
- Last bit of freedom you'll have too.

Maybe.

How did Herman die?

He was spotted coming out of a church
in the city. It was a sh**t-out.

- What?!
- Dazzling liar.

- 'Did he take many of you with him?
- 'Tell her he k*lled three, four.

Five.

Good for Herman.

Now there's nothing left to do.

You've achieved a lot.

Setting up Tom was a great scam.

More.

It had elegance.

- Are you getting this?
- It's running to two tapes.

- 'Are we bugged?'
- Course.

- You're asking me to confess?
- Yeah.

Praise her.

It was a masterpiece.
How long did it take to set up?

From when our daughter Lisa
went to pieces ten years ago -

because of Tom Quinn.

- That's why you wanted revenge?
- He got hold of her...

She couldn't stand the pressure.

She broke down.

She's still in a facility in Maine,

doped most of the time,
when she isn't screaming.

Herman wanted to k*ll himself
at first, you know.

- He'd cry in my arms like a baby.
- But you got him through that.

I wasn't going to lose him too.

The first task
was to fake Herman's death.

- You staged the...?
- It was like a movie set.

Who was in the coffin?

Oh...street person.

- A nothing.
- What did you tell Lisa?

I want her taken care of,

- whatever happens in this room!
- Absolutely.

- Tell the Company that!
- We will, we will.

How did you set up
an operation like that?

- It was financed out of Damascus.
- Fun town[!]

Who was paying?

Iraqi Ba'athists.

They wanted a big assassination
in England and...we saw the chance

to finger Tom Quinn as the k*ller.

ZOE: She said it!

We're saved.

Yes.

We all misjudged you so much.

- I'm so very sorry.
- It's like it's stopped raining in my head.

Husband-and-wife team.
No friends in the world.

Something like that.

I know what it's like -
my wife's in MI6.

It can be...

so intimate.

Like you're locked in a room
together, forever.

Oh, you're good, aren't you?
Very good.

Not as good as Herman was.

What's happened to Tom Quinn?

He drowned himself.

- Tom Quinn is dead?
- Body turned up in a trawler's net.

Oh, I really want to believe that!

But I can't tell
if you're lying or not.

- What was it turned you and Herman?
- You mean, to the dark forces?

- It was more than Lisa's breakdown.
- Where's he going with this?

She's not holding the g*n. Send in
the heavies before he gets k*lled.

No, I know what he's trying.

Under cover in Russia,
fighting Communism,

this is the victory of democracy?!

- He should have been in our team.
- Thin line.

- Quinn is dead?
- Dogfish ate half his face away.

- There's a lot of dogfish in the North Sea.
- This guy!

Softly!
Softly, lie her down, softly.

- ZOE: What's going on?
- Tom...! We can't do this!

- No, I can't allow it.
- What, you want Oliver Mace to get to her

and make her change her story?

- Your op was a total success.
- But I'm about to be taken in the field.

You know what they say about that.

BOTH: Never be taken.

HARRY: Move your hand.

Go on, b*tch, do it!

- Cul-de-sac.
- Cops are all at the open end.

No fire escape hanging down.

- No leap to the roof across the street.
- No.

- No rescue, no door...
- There's a door.

Isn't there, Carmen?

Yes.

Go through that
and the cops will never get you.

No.

A kind of act of mercy...

to yourself.

- What's your real name?
- Adam Carter.

And how good are your reflexes?

- I could stop you doing it.
- But you won't.

Salut, Adam!

g*nsh*t

I thought everything would look
completely different.

- But it doesn't.
- Send a signal to the US Ambassador.

We have the bodies of two American
citizens - does he want them back?

Yes, Harry.

I couldn't have got it
out of Carmen Joyce.

Harry was right to let you do it.

Maybe.

Tom...how did Oliver Mace know
we'd lured her to London?

Tom...

Did you think
you were meeting Oliver Mace?

Miss Dale...pleased to meet you.

This is Adam Carter. He's sort of
doing the same job at the moment.

Really?

You wore a wire when we met. Why?

I was frightened. Sorry.

"Sorry"?!

That's enough, is it?

I resigned.

Nah! Come on, no-one resigns
from what we do.

I do.

This job is in us,
it's second nature.

Come on...

I'm out of your world now.

None of you can touch me ever again.

It nearly destroyed me.

It IS destroying you.

No, I'm fine.

Dandy! c*ck-a-hoop!

Goodbye, Tom.

- So where is this restaurant?
- South of the river - very secret.

Secret or not, I need a drink.

- It's good to have you back, Tom.
- Yeah, it IS good.

We lie about people a lot.
What's really frightening

is when someone lies about you.

- The trick is not to care.
- No, I don't.

..No, it went wrong when you let
Harry Pearce walk out of hospital.

- What could I have done, broken his legs?
- You've done worse.

- Don't be impertinent.
- Impertinent?

- I've been cut out of the loop cos of this.
- The loop?

- Oh, dear.
- Don't worry, you're going down with me.

Am I?
Ah, Harry, good to see you.

- D'you know Jason Belling?
- Only from certain tape recordings.

Forgive us, Mr Belling -
spook humour.

Convivial though this is...

sadly, Mr Belling
is not a member of this club.

Nor is he my guest.

Is he yours?

No.

So I think you'd better leave.

- You went over to them.
- Yes.

Damn near landed us with a Ministry
of Security running a secret police.

I was...perhaps,
somewhat blinded by ambition.

"SOMEWHAT blinded"?

You can't force my resignation,
you know.

This is only a...one-all draw.

James, same again for Mr Mace.
I'll have a large usual. Not on my tab.

Thank you, Mr Pearce.

HARRY: 'You're one of the most
famous chemists in the country.'

- "Activate" me?
- That was the agreement.

We'd help you become
an expert in your field,

and if we needed
to call on your expertise, we would.

The perfect trigger for an atomic b*mb
is up for sale...by you!

Fred!
Did you try to do something terrible?

Get the engineering right, you get over
two megaton b*mb the size of a football.

You're joking.