07x06 - Accidental Discovery

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Sugar Horse, what is it? No idea.

I promise you
I've never seen that before.

It's all right,
I know you had to do it.

When I told you I had never heard
of Sugar Horse, I was lying.

I need you to remember everything
that happened at the time that
it was mentioned. Who was present?

I was tortured for 17 days,
continuously.

Was Sugar Horse the reason?
I'm certain it was.

When I was meant to be out cold,
I kept hearing a word. Pilgrim.
So I checked it out.

The only link seems to be
to an MI5 officer.

Are you all right? You and me, eh?

The old team.

Just under 20 years ago
as the Berlin Wall was collapsing,

Richard Dolby, Hugo Prince and I

conceived the most complex
viral network of spies

ever to have infiltrated
the Russian political system.

We recruited young pro-Western minds
in all areas, with one aim.

To ensure that in 20 years,
we would have moles at the very
highest levels of Russian life...

..moles who could limit or destroy
the Russian nuclear threat.

We have that capability.

Operation Sugar Horse, which has
remained entirely uncompromised.

Until I told you that the Russians
had interrogated me about it. Yes.

And I didn't know how the Russians
knew about Sugar Horse until now.

I am waiting for some intel
from a Sugar Horse asset in Moscow

and then I will expose the identity
of a mole within MI5, a traitor,

who has tried to sabotage a 20-year
British Intelligence operation.

When I expose the mole,
all hell will break loose,
both here and in Russia.

I'll need both your support.

Whatever you need, Harry.
Anything at all.

Thank you. Thank you both.

MAN SPEAKS IN LOCAL LANGUAGE

SCREAMS

NEWSREADER: Last week's k*lling
of 325 Palestinian civilians

by an Israeli m*ssile in Gaza has
sent shockwaves through the region.

The announcement of an
emergency summit to be held
in London in two days' time

represents what surely must be the
last chance for both sides to stop
the cycle of attack and reprisal.

British Foreign Secretary
Rachel Beauchamp
and UN negotiator Claude Denizet

have both personally staked a huge
amount on the success of the summit.

TV: Well, we are dealing with
great historical complexity here,

with ownership rights
that go back thousands of years...

I've got the security details of
the Palestinian Fatah delegation.
They're staying at the Stanmore.

The Israelis are at the Haymarket
in Knightsbridge.

And Claude Denizet
and the UN negotiating team?

They're staying at the Asquith.

Can we get surveillance?
Not inside the hotel.

Each side will accuse the other
of spying on them and toys will
be thrown from diplomatic prams.

Ros, can I show you something?

I have a filter that alerts me
to expl*sive substances
or military equipment sold online.

It just flashed this up.
What is it? A limited issue


In English.
An assassin's best friend.

Point that at a moving vehicle,
all the electrics freeze up.

I thought these were
classified stock. They are.

So what's it doing in
the public domain two days before
a highly expl*sive political summit?

I want that in safe hands
before the Israelis
and Palestinians touch down.

I'm glad you said that. I just took
the liberty of buying it. Good.

PHONE RINGS

'Where are you?'

I've just seen the UN Special
Negotiator into his hotel.
Is he always that arrogant?

'I need you to pick something up
on your way in.' Croissants?

Not exactly.

RADIO: 'We must achieve it
to bring both sides together.

'This latest incident
cannot put us off the path
towards a lasting peace.'

'But Claude Denizet
is notoriously pro-Israel.

'Surely a special negotiator
needs to be completely impartial.'
DOORBELL RINGS

Don't worry, I'll get it.

Morning, Jake Carson.

Come about the auction item?

Dean? Come in.

All right? Upstairs.
You've got school in 20 minutes.

That's loads of time.

You haven't even had your breakfast.
How is that loads of time?

Stop hassling me.
All right, let me do my business.

This way.

There it is.

Where did you get it?
Look, do you want it or not?

Foreign Secretary.

"The Middle East olive tree is
almost stripped bare of its branches.

"Only one remains and the London
summit will either nurture that
branch or the tree will surely die."

Today's Times leader.

So, no pressure then.

If I may I introduce
my section chief, Ros Myers.

She'll be in charge of
the security operation for yourself
and the UN Special Negotiator.

I wanted to talk about that.
Claude Denizet
has enemies on both sides.

I want a minor army protecting him.
That'll make the taxpayer wince.

We've given him double team
protection, sealed off all
the areas around the negotiations

and staff and media personnel have
been vetted. You will be talking
within a...proverbial fortress.

Thank you, Ms Myers.
It's the possible arrows from within
I'm concerned about.

PHONE RINGS
Excuse me, Foreign Secretary.
I have to deal with this.

Anything I should worry about?
Nothing at all.

'Ros, did you send backup?'
No - I thought the Israeli
Prime Minister had a greater need.

So why have the cavalry
arrived at our door?

Looks like someone else is
interested in our toy. 'Well,
make sure they don't get it.'

What are you doing? Nothing.

Downstairs.

Don't let me down.

This summit is critical.

What is it?

A piece of errant tool-kit.
Lucas is mopping up but there
appears to be other interest.

Lock it down. The world's watching,
I don't want any surprises.

Excuse me, what do you think
you're doing?

Making it seem to the gentlemen
out there that you're on the phone.

Don't worry - it's a gas complaint
line, you'll be on hold for hours.

Right, I need you to walk out
the back door with me right now. Go!
Who are you really?

Robert Wheeler, Security Services.
There are two cars
watching your house.

I think it has something to do
with this. What is it?

I'll explain later, let's go.
Not until I know what's going on.

Look! Your choice is relatively
simple. It's me or them.

Tell them that you're on the phone
and you'll be there in a minute.
Loudly.

Do it!

I'm on the phone. Just a second!

Go, go.

CAR HORN BEEPS

Lucas is on the move, with the kid
and his mother. They're a mile away.

What have you got on them?
Sarah Mitchell, single mother,
works in a customer care centre.

Six credit cards, all at their limit.

Where are you taking us? We need to
ask your son some questions.

Whatever it is you're up to,
we'll find out.

Her only son Dean is 16. Talent
for IT and an equally impressive
history of skipping school. Father?

Well, he left over ten years ago.
They're alone.

I want to talk to the police.
Ah, Mum, just leave it, don't.

Be my guest. What? It's three nines.

'Sarah Mitchell?'
How did you know my name?

This is MI5 headquarters.
I called the police.

'I know. I also know the contents
of your mobile address book...
including your dentist, Dr Chen.

'Can we speak to our officer now?'

Go ahead.

Lucas, where are you?
Nearly with you.

'Park underground, come straight up
to the interrogation room.'

Do we have any ID on the other men?

Not yet. I'm hoping your young
friend will be able to help us.

Lucas, go past the gate.

'Head for the store,
don't talk to the servants.' Get
your heads below the seats, please.

I don't understand. Understanding's
over-rated. Just do it.

They look official.

We're bringing the Mitchell case
in-house. Our comms have been burnt.

They've listened to every word
we've spoken. Who are "they"?

Someone strong enough
to get into our codes.

It must be the summit. Someone's
trying to gain an advantage.

Mossad? Or a Hamas-funded
terror cell. Take your pick.

I'm getting the Grid swept,
changing all the encryptions.

It'll take a day to reconfigure.
For now, back to base level.

No comms. No hi-tech work. And Lucas
is off the map. He'll enjoy that.

I've checked Dean's e-mails,
no mention of the immobiliser.
He covered his tracks.

Ros, the 7.2 VHI immobiliser was
being developed by BMB technologies
in a factory in Eastbourne.

An advanced prototype was taken
from its research unit last week.

Find out who took it. Jo, cover
the Mitchells' disappearance.

I do not want the police sticking
their noses in this. Where's Harry?

I need permission to reconfigure
his phones. Just do it, Malcolm.
Harry's gone fishing.

When's, er, Asset K arriving?

Three o'clock this afternoon.
Uh-huh, and you've no idea
what intel they might be bringing?

They're breaking 20 years' silence.
I trust it's more than
a weather forecast.

You're hoping they'll tell you
who the Sugar Horse mole is.

Or confirm what we both suspect.

Connie James.

I'm sorry, Harry.

I know how hard this is for you.

Nobody else in your team
has any idea about this, have they?

Only you and I are aware of
the existence of Asset K.

Let's keep it that way.

I assume you'll go yourself.

After 20 years' waiting
I'm not anxious to delegate.

You know, I used to play rugger
for Cambridge,

back in the days
when the dinosaurs roamed the earth.

In those days, when you got
a penalty it was considered
un-gentlemanly to kick for goal.

That was the sort of thing
that Yorkshire men did.

Gentleman were supposed to
tap and run.

Go for glory!

Well, this is your tap and run,
Harry.

Good luck.

PHONE RINGS
Harry.

Give me a quick update
on the summit.

I'm in the middle of organising
the security detail
for the UN negotiating team.

'Excellent. Any problems?'
Monsieur Denizet is being demanding.

He's French. What did you expect?

Listen, I've got a little assignment
for you.

I'll fill you in when I get back.
I need someone I can trust.

The Israeli and Palestinians
are about to fly in.

Different airports. How did they
decide who goes where?

They tossed a coin
and the Palestinians lost.
They got Heathrow.

I'm stuck on the grid for the next
couple of hours. Can you take these
to Lucas for me? I'll go.

Venue seven.

Yeah, is that BMB Technologies?
Sam Johnson, Trans Securities.

We handle your CCTV. Can I speak to
your head of operations?

Right, move.

I'll have the 300 back now.
I don't have it.

You put it in your sock on
the upstairs landing. You've been
watching the wrong cop shows.

What are we doing here?
Please tell us what's going on.

Your son's the one
who can tell us that. Let's go.

Move it, we haven't got all day.

Look, I've got work to get to.

I can't afford to lose my job.

Your manager's been told
that you've had a bereavement.

Focus on getting your son
to loosen his tongue.

He won't tell you anything.
Not if he thinks you're police.

Has he been in trouble before?

You try growing up where we live,
see how you do.

Did he steal that thing?

I doubt it's part of
a school science project.

Look, we may be away for a while.

Buy what you need.
Stay in my eyeline.

Go on, be quick.

So what is it you don't want
your mum to know? Nothing.

Come on, you're too smart for that.
Just leave me alone...

Anyone playing it as cool as you are
must be scared of something.
Don't try to sweet-talk me.

If you're gonna arrest me, do it.
I've done nothing wrong.

You had classified
military hardware.

I found it on the street. Well,
that was a bit of luck. You bet.

This isn't a toy.

This is part of
an assassin's tool kit.

This thing can take out
a vehicle's electrics
with one click of the trigger.

You saw it being used. Where?

When?

Now listen to me.
I can protect you and your mum.

If you don't tell me what happened,
I'll walk out of here right now.

And you can protect her yourself.

Now what did you see?

All right look, I was cycling
round the estate the other day, OK?

And there was some guy there,
I've never seen him before.
He had some sort of g*n.

Where's the rucksack? I dumped it.
There was nothing else in it.

What's going to happen to me? Dean,
walk with me. What is it? Nothing.
Be your usual skulking self. OK?

Where's my mum?

Go!

Where's my mum? Just keep moving.

Go, go, go. Go!

Show, Malcolm. Wheels plus 412.

Go!

CAR BLEEPS
We got an upgrade.

TYRES SCREECH

From Lucas.
I also got a photo of one of them.

Oh, yes, it's one of those codes
we used in the '90s.

Nice work. It's a time and a place.

An estate in the White City area.



Well, there was an accident there
at 6.12am on Wednesday 27th.

Involving a motorbike, one fatality.
Cause of accident?

Complete... electrical failure
to the motorbike's systems.

He was taken out by the immobiliser,
an assassination.

Dean Mitchell saw it. That's why
they're after him. He's a witness.

Well, the dead man was Stephen
Fitzmaurice. Photographer?

Why k*ll a photographer?
Well, Fitzmaurice was paparazzi.

Mostly following C-list celebrities
to catch them with their bits out.

I doubt he was k*lled
for clicking someone's cleavage.

Jo, get down to the morgue, see if
there was anything on him. Sure.

TV: '..of the peace process
is slow and painstaking...

'but I believe tomorrow we will see
the beginning of a, er, consensus,'

because the vast majority
of both Israelis and Palestinians
want it to happen. What's going on?

Close the door.

A Russian sleeper asset
is coming to London to meet me.

Bringing vital intel on a MI5 mole.

How long has he been asleep?
It's a she.

She's been asleep for 20 years,
a Sugar Horse asset.

She's arriving in two hours
as part of the Russian media
delegation for the summit.

We need to meet unobserved
and the FSB are all over me.
You need to create a smokescreen.

Find me someone in the same
delegation who could be a suspect.

A fall guy. The dirtier the better.

Ros, this is the man who took the
immobiliser from the research unit.

Did he steal it? No.
He had Grade A authorisation.

So it's an inside job.
He signed out as Michael Smith.

No face or name matches.
We've nothing on him.

That's because his name's
not really Michael Smith.

It's Michael Sands. You know him?

Special Ops officer for MI6
for 20 years in the Middle East.

Headed up a covert cell specialising
in difficult completions
in Jordan, Syria and Israel.

Completions? An assassination unit.

Three years ago he was ordered
to eliminate two Hamas leaders
in the Syrian desert,

went missing in action.
His file was officially closed.
He went underground.

Malcolm, can you check that man from
the shopping centre against Sands'
profile. I think Sands went native.

He's just the type -
narcissist, violent dreamer.

And now he's back on British soil
on the eve of a major summit.

Ros, your man on the escalator.

He's MI6. He was a member
of Sands' Syrian unit.

It's a black op. Sands will know
all our modes of communication.

Keep Lucas moving. And be careful.

When a man like Sands is involved,
normal rules don't apply.

That way.

Not quite the Savoy, I'm afraid.

Right, I'll stay down here -
you two take the bedrooms.

What are you doing? It's either this
or we don't switch the lights on.

This place is supposed
to be derelict.
Mum, just leave the man alone.

Dean...do the front door.

Come on, where's your Blitz spirit?
Why don't you look in the cupboard,
see if there's some food.

I suppose a takeaway
is out the question.

Afraid so.

Listen, every night I phone
my mother. She's not well.

I, I just make a quick call.

Please. Sorry.

She's 82. She's all alone.
She just needs to hear my voice!

Just what did Dean see?

An accident. He was a witness and
we just need time to sort it out.

Nothing's going to happen to us, is
it? He's all I've got in the world.

And he's a pain in the arse
and I want to throttle him
about five times a day.

If anything happened to him...

Please tell me nothing's gonna
happen to him. I swear to you.

Everything's going to be fine.

This is your fall guy.

Dmitri Volyakov.

Middle East correspondent
for Russian State Television.

Arriving as part of the media
delegation. Criminal history.

Taking gangster cash and laundering
it through international connections.

I think if we tempt him with
more of the same he'll take the bait.

Then from now on, as far as
everyone else is concerned,
Mr Volyakov is our sleeper asset.

Oh, one more thing, Connie.
If I'm to meet Mr Volyakov,

I'll need someone
to meet the real Asset K.

Just tell me where.

Oh, madame, as we both know, the
Israelis will never talk to Hamas.

The world's media spotlight
is on us, Claude.

Let's not promise
what we can't deliver.

PHONE RINGS
'Harry?'

Asset K has arrived.

How is she? Remarkably calm.

Aged a little.

'Haven't we all. How's the fall guy?'

Suitably seedy. You chose well.
You're too kind.

PHONE RINGS

'Asset K has arrived.

'I'm meeting him at 9am tomorrow,
The Asquith Hotel.'

Good luck, Harry.

Harry Pearce just called.

The asset is in London.

And I know where they're meeting.

We can begin.

I've just got back from the morgue.

Anything of interest? The usual.

Phone, wallet, keys, but I found
this in Fitzmaurice's camera bag.

It's scratched, it could have
been damaged in the crash. OK.

Get it to Malcolm, let me know
if he manages to open it. Sure.

I've managed to retrieve
part of a photo from the CD Rom.

I'm afraid the disc
was a bit scratched, but still...
Look familiar?

Claude Denizet, Special Negotiator
for the United Nations.

Why was a pap like Fitzmaurice
taking photos of a UN negotiator?

It doesn't make sense.
He's arguing with someone.

We need to find out who.
When was this photo?

He saved the file on April 3rd.
Well, according to Fitzmaurice's
credit card receipt,

on 3rd April he checked into
a hotel in Central London.
It was the Barclay.

Get down there, Jo. Find out
where he was pointing his camera.

I've hacked into
the list of guests staying
at the Hotel Victoire on April 3rd.

They include the television actress
Eva Longoria. She was staying
in one of the luxury suites.

He must have been trying to get
shots of her when he saw the person

booked into the room next door,
Mr Michael Smith.

Michael Sands' legend.
That's who Denizet was arguing with.

Sands must be pressurising Denizet
to alter the peace process
in some way. Who is he working for?

Israel? Hamas? Either way,
Stephen Fitzmaurice was k*lled

because he saw Sands threatening
Denizet. Why go after Dean Mitchell?

Dean Mitchell witnessed
the assassination. But he couldn't
possibly know what it meant.

Unless Dean Mitchell has something
else we don't know about, some other
evidence. The full photograph.

And he's too scared to say.

Officer Myers.

I'm told you're the stuff of legend.
I'm not Greek, and I'm not dead.

Oh, you'll never be Greek.

How did you get in here?
Don't go calling for help.

That wouldn't be wise.

We want Dean Mitchell.

Drop him off. Any police station.

Why are you so interested
in Dean Mitchell?

Nothing to do with an accident
he saw? It's not important why.

It is to me. He's a British citizen.
He's a thief. And will he get
a fair trial to prove that?

Much as the political rights of
the modern teenager fascinate me,

my concern remains security
in the Middle East.

Is that what you've been working on
for the last three years?

You've been in the desert too long.
You've got sand in your shoes.

Trust me, I'm pretty much the only
hope this peace process has left.

And how is Dean Mitchell
jeopardising that?

Stop protecting him, Myers,
for your own sake.

Are you threatening me? No.
I'm proposing that we work together.

Well then, next time you wanna meet,
try the telephone,

put a date in the diary
and we can discuss the fruits
of our collaboration.

You really do
live up to your reputation.

How rare that is these days.

There's the number.

You have 24 hours to deliver him.

Then I stop being
so understanding.

TV: 'Come on, Jeremy,
keeping the voice of Hamas

'out of discussion and refusing to,
as he put it, talk to t*rrorists...'

'Unless everyone is at the table,
how can talks begin?'

'Look at Northern Ireland. Peace
wasn't achieved until Sinn Fein...'

'..claiming they are being
denied a voice.' You're up early.

I never got to sleep
in the first place.

Why are there no proper beds
in this dump, man?

That's not why you didn't sleep,
though, is it?

Why did that guy k*ll the man
on the bike? That's what
we're trying to find out.

Is that why you're
looking after me, like,
witness protection or something?

In the shopping centre...

Were they, er,

were they trying to k*ll me?

If they were, you'd be dead by now.

So, why did you want me
to cover for you last night?

My mum don't like me
cycling round that estate block.

She thinks it's dangerous.
She'd go crazy if I told her, so...

I don't think
that's the only reason.

I think you're protecting her.

You think she's fragile

and if she finds out the truth,
she'll break.

I just don't want her fretting.

Gets on my nerves. Is that why
you sold that thing online?

Make a bit of extra money,
take the pressure off?

You've seen her purse.

She's got more credit cards
than Beyonce.

Yeah, but her credit limit's not as
high as Beyonce's, though, is it?

You're not wrong!

So, where did you grow up?

Bet it was some big house in London.

Why do you say that?

Just look like that.

Like private school and sh*t.

Actually, I grew up in the middle
of a Cumbrian field.

My father was a minister.

What, like government?

No, like Methodist.

What's that? A church.

He was a good father.
What was his name?

I can't tell you that, Dean,
and I don't want to lie to you.

Bet your name's
not really Robert, either.

No, it's not.

I'd make a good spy.

I lie quite a lot, too.

LETTERBOX CLATTERS

It's OK.

What is it, like a free paper
or something? Not exactly.

That's him. That's the guy
with the laser g*n. That's him.

What about this man here?

Don't know. Come on, Dean.

Help me out.

Why do they want you alive?
How am I supposed I know?
You must know something.

Why are these people so scared
of you? I don't know! Think!

Why don't you believe me?
Did you see anything else
that morning? Nothing.

Did you find anything? No! Honest!

I checked the rucksack for money
and everything.

They think you've got
the rucksack. What is it?
They didn't find it at the house.

I told you, I dumped it. What's
going on? Where did you dump it?

It's all right, Mum. In the middle of
some scrap yard. Take me there now.

What? Dean? Sarah, you stay here.

Do not answer the door to anyone.

Stay here, Mum.

Dean!

PHONE RINGS

Hello?
'Mr Volyakov, welcome to London.

'Our friends in Estonia tell us
you have a love of business.

'I have a proposition for you.
Meet me in the bar.

'Be reading a newspaper.'

Mind if I have a look
at your newspaper?

I've lost touch with the cricket.

Now...

Middle-order collapse.

Terrifyingly predictable.

'I've got the pictures.'

That should keep the FSB happy.

Thanks for this, Connie.

By the way...

I'm sorry I doubted you.

It's forgotten.

Dean, look, I know doing what you're
told isn't your favourite pastime.

But if we hit trouble,
you do exactly what I tell you.
Is that clear? Yeah. Let's go.

I hid it.
I didn't want no-one finding it.

Government issue.

What does that mean?

It means I know its secrets.

This is what
they've been after you for.

What's it got on it?

Let's find out, shall we?

Dean, move.

How fast can you run? I don't know.
Probably faster than you. Prove it.

Are they with you?

Afraid not. Move.

You ARE faster than me.
It's cos I'm not old like you.

PHONE RINGS
Yep?

'What have you got for me?'

How did you get this number?

'Time's run out, Myers.

'I gave you a chance
to give us Dean Mitchell.

'Now we have to
go and get him ourselves.'

You don't know where he is.
'Then you underestimate me.'

Here. Try the memory stick.

It's encrypted.

Whoever did this was in a hurry.

SHE SCREAMS

Told you I was good.

Who's that woman?

Turn it off.

I swear I've seen her
somewhere before.

You didn't see anything.

Is that understood?

Dean, is that understood?

PHONE BEEPS

What are you doing?
We're not going back to the house.

What about Mum? Where is she?

Right, tell me the truth -
where is she? I don't know.

Ros? Lucas, who's with you? Dean.
We left his mother at the house.

I have what you need. I'm heading to
the old stomping ground. Ask Harry.
See you there.

Seriously, where is she?

Sands has taken
Dean Mitchell's mother.

Lucas has gone to the old stomping
ground. Said you'd know where.

A place in Bow. We used to meet
gangland assets there.

Who are they? It's OK.
They're friends. You can trust them.

I'll trust them
when they find my mum.

This is what it's all been about.

What's going on?
I'm stuck with a terrified teenager
while an MI6 renegade runs amok.

Sands k*lled Fitzmaurice.
He tried to k*ll Dean Mitchell.

Whatever he's planning,
Claude Denizet's the target. Why?

There's one person
who'll be able to tell us.

We should talk to
the Foreign Secretary.

No copies? No copies.
We'll be in touch.

Thank you for making time
to meet us, Foreign Secretary.

Is there a problem?

Something we'd like to alert you to.

A meeting took place in a London
hotel room some days ago.

It's causing us some concern.

Where did you get this?

Have you been spying on me?

Not us. A photographer called
Stephen Fitzmaurice took those.

This could destroy the summit.
Find him. He's already been found.

Who did this? Michael Sands.

He's k*lling anyone who's seen the
photos. On your orders, I assume.
Not on my orders!

Maybe it's time you told us
what's going on.

Three months ago, I received
a phone call using an MI6 password.

I was informed that one of
their covert field officers
had something to tell me.

That was Michael Sands.
I met Sands secretly.

He told me that the Palestinians
were about to permanently pull out
of talks with the Israelis. Why?

Because of a loss of confidence
in the UN Special Negotiator,
Claude Denizet.

I thought Denizet was the glue
holding this process together.

Denizet is an ignorant UN liability
who is more interested
in cementing his own position

than making any real progress.
The Palestinians think
he's an Israeli stooge.

Sands knows these people
the way Denizet never will.

He knows Israel is tired.

The people of Gaza are suffering.

This is a real opportunity. But
if the Palestinians pull out now...

So you and Sands met Denizet
in a hotel room.

We tried to persuade him to resign,
get out of the road.

And when Denizet refused to buckle,
you authorised Sands to do what?

Sands suggested that reasonable
pressure be applied to Denizet

to get him out of the way
of this peace process.

And how reasonable
do you think Michael Sands is?

Foreign Secretary, do you think
it's possible that Sands could be

planning an attack on Denizet
here at the summit?

Do you think he could be
envisaging a permanent solution?

I never sanctioned that.

Call him now and order him to stop.

I have no way of contacting him.

Come on, we've got work to do.

We have reason to believe
that MI6 officer Michael Sands

will attempt to assassinate
the UN Special Negotiator
tomorrow at the talks.

If Sands is running a black op,
he'll have someone on the inside.

He'll have security passes,
ID, everything.

I want him extracted without
anyone knowing we were there.
It's too late to vet all personnel.

We need to look at this differently.

We need to follow the target. Ben,
get on to Denizet's security team.

Jo, on to hotel staff.

And remember, the peace process
is fragile, built on paranoia.

This must be a silent operation.
No ripples.

I've re-encrypted it, and Sands
will never know it's been opened.
Call him, Ros.

'Yes?'
I have what you want. Where do I go?

NEWS: 'Security is tight in central
London tonight in advance of

'tomorrow morning's
emergency Middle East summit.

'Foreign Secretary Rachel Beauchamp
and UN Special Negotiator...'

'That's very sensible of you.'

I want the mother back. 'She'll be
returned to you tomorrow morning.

'We know she saw nothing.'

What about the boy? 'Did he
open the file?' It's encrypted.

None of us saw anything.

My job is to make sure that
Dean Mitchell's safe, that's all.

'So glad you've seen reason.

'Sarah Mitchell will be dropped off
at 0800 hours tomorrow.'

NEWS: 'Skirmishes have been reported
on Israel's border with Gaza
as tensions in the Middle East

'escalated overnight with Syria's
threat to give military assistance

'to the Palestinians should
the peace talks in London fail.'

He's on his way.
OK, Ben. I'm ready for him.

'ETA all cars.' Just arrived.

Everything in place.

Coming round now. Denizet travelling.

'ETA 15 seconds.'

'Five seconds.'

'Final checks outside, please.'

'Denizet at the car.
Open security travel.'

PHONE RINGS
Yes? ..I'm on my way.

Remember, I want everything arranged
exactly as I instructed.

Thank you.

'Ros, chauffeurs always walk around
the front of the car. That's him.

'That's our man.
Ros, he's got a g*n.'

QUIET g*nsh*t

If you want the peace process
to succeed, this never happened.

Entendu?

This way.

Take a seat, Foreign Secretary.

Where's Sands now?

He's gone underground.

What do you want me to do?

This afternoon, Denizet
will resign from his position,

saying he's taken the process
as far as he can.

Go out there,
praise Denizet to the skies.

Make it clear the Government never
had any plans to support Sands.

We'll work the back channels,
then no-one need ever know
this has happened. Is that clear?

Thank you. Don't worry.

I know you'll return the favour
one day.

NEWS: 'The first day of the
Middle East summit ends positively,

'with both sides paying tribute
to UN Special Negotiator Denizet.

'The announcement of his resignation
came as a surprise to observers,

'but in a statement, Denizet said
that after months of preparing
the ground for negotiations,

'he was now confident that the
peace process was back on track.'

Don't try anything.

I have g*ns pointing at her head
from three different windows.

Walk to me, Sarah.
He's not going to hurt you.

Your road to peace
proved somewhat unorthodox.

It seemed to achieve its goal.
I understand Claude Denizet
will resign today.

A voluntary resignation's
slightly more elegant
than a b*llet in the brain.

Without the threat of one, we would
never have achieved the other.

It's the Middle East way.
You're taking credit for this?

We should both take the credit
for this. The perfect team.

Much as the idea thrills me,
I think our business is done.

A pleasure working with you,
Officer Myers.

We've always been absolutely honest
with each other. Haven't we?

Why are we here? Your mum
was dropped off an hour ago.

Unharmed.

Mum?

Oh, God! Ohhh!

Come on.

What's going on?

We can't go home, Dean, darling.

We can't go home.
I thought this was over.

There are people out there that
want to make sure that no-one else
ever finds out. What?

You know too much.

Two new identities, complete with
histories, bank accounts,

cash, passports, keys to
a new house, all your debts erased.

A real chance to start afresh.

What's going on? The train
leaves in ten minutes, Dean.

We have an arrangement with the
Spanish government. You'll be picked
up in Barcelona. This is bullshit!

We haven't done anything wrong!
Dean, we need to protect you.

This was your plan all along.
No. That's not true.

You can have more money than you've
ever had. We're not abandoning you.

OK, we need to get on the train now.

All you want is my silence.
Well, I know what I saw.

But I'm not going anywhere. I can
sell this to the paper right now.

We'll spin it. Grow up.
I am growing up!

I fell for your talk,
mate, I really did.

What's your real name? "Robert"?

Look, Dean, please, calm down.
No! Forget it.

I'm getting out of here.
Come on, mate. No, you're not.

Get away from me!
Dean, wait. Calm down.

This is our home!

This is where I was born,
this is what I know!

Sarah? Sarah, I really
know this is unfair,

but you need to explain, because
the truth is you have no choice.

Come back! Get away from me!

Dean, wait!

Everyone screws us.

Everyone. My dad. Credit companies.
It's not fair on either of us!

Dean, it's not safe here.

You have to get on the train.
Get off me.

I'm faster than you, remember?

Dean!

Dean!

Dean, wait! Dean...

NO!

No!

Dean!

Dean!

Dean!

Dean!

DEAN!

Dean!

SHE SOBS

No!

No... NO!

NO-O-O-O-O!

I'm heading off shortly.
Do you need anything else? No.

Thank you, Connie.
Good night, Harry.

Good night.

Nobody else in your team
has any idea about this, have they?

Only you and I are aware of
the existence of Asset K.

Let's keep it that way.

Harry's been arrested.

I believe that Harry Pearce
has been passing secrets to the FSB.

You've betrayed Sugar Horse
to the Russians.

Give me the names of your assets,
Harry,

and this can all be over quickly.

I know Lucas North is in Moscow.

What's he doing there?

A second Russian official
has been found dead.

When this is over,
you will be stripped of everything.

I've betrayed you
and the entire team.

I'm very sorry, Ros.

Goodbye, Harry.