09x07 - Dead Drop

[bunniefuu]

You have a name, a life.
They were never meant to be yours.

You're not a real person.

What's wrong? Michael's here.
I'll come back later.

OK. 'Who is it?'

Michael, this is John from work.

Hello, John.

What do you want?
I need that Albany file.

And you think blackmailing me
is the best way to get it?

Do this for me and I'm gone.

Lucas?

Harry told me there was a file,
he thinks it could be leverage.

It's called "Albany".

I found this... Logging keystrokes
from one terminal. Whose terminal?

Lucas's. I put it there. Why?

Harry, he can't be trusted.

This is nothing. I'm telling you,

he's in trouble.

NO! NO!

So, what's up?

In 1995, the UK Embassy in Dakar
was bombed. Do you remember it?

Yeah, I do.

Actually, I was there
when it happened.

In Dakar? Mh-hm.

It was the year before I joined.

I was...finding myself.

Isn't India usually the choice
for that sort of thing?

Not if you're a rally enthusiast.

The bombing was blamed on
a nascent AQ cell,
but there was never any claim.

There were also rumours of
Egyptian involvement.

Why would the Egyptians
want to b*mb a British Embassy?

The theory was that they wanted to
expedite Western involvement
in the w*r against terror.

It's far-fetched,
but 17 people died on that day,
five of them were British Nationals.

It's a can of worms I would take
great pleasure in re-opening.

So why are we meeting here?

I believe it's called "old school".

Is your source reliable?
His information's usually good,

but I'd recommend
an extremely long spoon.

Harry Pearce.
How are you, old boy?

Old boy? That's a little outmoded.

Who's this serious-looking fellow?

Lucas North, my Section Chief.

I wasn't expecting company,
but the more the merrier.

What's the nature of
your information on the Dakar b*mb?

Everything - how, why...

and, most importantly, who.
In return for?

Well, rather vulgarly, this is
a fund-raising venture, so...

half a million?

That's not going to happen.

I can live with that if you can.

Give me something for leverage.

You've been looking too far afield.

What does that mean? That means that
your bombers were British.

British?

That's impossible. It's been


Working for who? Tut-tut!

You go and talk to Daddy.

There's no rush, except a week
from now, the price goes up...750,

and so on, and so forth.
Well...toodle-pip.

What now?

Now, I go to the Home Secretary
with a begging bowl.

Although given
the Great Efficiency Drive,

half a million pounds
to expose a national disgrace

might be a hard sell.

I'll check out the Dakar files, see
if there's anything we've overlooked.

No, I don't want you tied up
with that. I'll give it to Beth.

PHONE RINGS
I'll catch you up.

What the hell are you playing at?!

I did tell you I was well-connected.

To Harry Pearce? I'm just trying to
refocus your mind.

Listen, if Harry starts
digging into Dakar, life gets
more difficult for all of us.

I might even decide
it makes sense to come clean,
and then where's your leverage?

Last I heard, she was staying
with you. Leave Maya out of this.

PHONE DISCONNECTS

PHONE RINGS

You wanted to see me?

Yes, this came for you
via the Greek Embassy.

We set up a forwarding address
under your alias, standard procedure
after...an extraction.

It's about the house you owned...

with George.

His family need to sell it,
and, erm,

they...they want your permission.

There's a letter in there too.

I'm sorry, Ruth. This must be...
It's fine.

I'll take care of it.

Ruth, are you busy?
We've got a walk-in downstairs,
says he's got some information.

Since when do we deal with walk-ins?

He's not a civilian.
He's the RIPA Authorising Officer
for New Cross Council.

Oh, he's a Council snooper.

All right. You do the paperwork.

Keith Deery. New Cross
Borough Council. Louisa Ramsey.

Yes, if you say so.
Well, I'm sure you don't go
giving out your real names, do you?

But then, maybe I didn't
give you my real name either.

But I did, obviously. I'm told
you have some information for us?

Right, well, I don't know
what they told you, but I'm an RIPA
Officer. That's the Regulation of...

Investigatory Powers Act, yes,
I know. You probably don't approve,
but I can assure you that

I don't authorise the use of covert
techniques lightly. Mr Deery...

Yes, yes, yes... This morning,
I had cause to surveil a young woman
who was of interest to us.

Why was she of interest to you?
Well we'd had reports that
she was allowing her dog

to foul public areas.

Well, dog-mess is actually a serious
Public Health issue. Mm, I'm sure.

Well, anyway,
during the course of this
surveillance, something odd happened.

This woman took the envelope from her
handbag, placed it inside
a newspaper,

put the newspaper on a bench
and walked away.

CAMERA CLICKS
Well, it's quite obviously

a dead-drop.
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

A dead drop?
A message left by one agent
to be secretly retrieved by another.

That's a dead-drop, isn't it?
Yes, yes, it is.

So, I took it upon myself to, erm...

intercept this communique,
and what do you think it said?

What? Nothing. Nothing?

Yes, the note was blank. Well,
at least, it appeared to be blank.

Obviously, my first thought that it
was some sort of an invisible writing
technique, lemon juice and so forth.

So I decided to apply some heat
to the note, in the hope that
it might reveal a message.

Did it? It did.

Less fortunately, it appeared that
the note was made of some

unusually flammable material. Erm...

But I think you can see...

that there are... Oops.

..one or two words
that are clearly visible.

"Jet" and "Archon".

I wonder if that's
some sort of a military reference?

Jet. Archon.

I ran a background check
on our walk-in.

It's interesting, to say the least.

Keith Deery.
First applied to MI5 in 2002.

Promising scores
on the initial round.

But at the time he applied, he'd
recently suffered a bereavement.

His wife had died.

His application was rejected
on the grounds that he was
psychologically unfit.

He didn't tell me any of this.

Re-applied in 2006, 2007 and 2008.

All applications turned down
on the same grounds.

He's got a history of
clinical depression.

And check this out - he was admitted
to hospital, March last year.
Suspected suicide attempt.

That's what we in the trade call
"an unreliable source".

Well, he did lose his wife.
Eight years ago.

What's the time limit on grief?

What, for normal people? Or for us?

You're calling my bluff then?

To what bluff do you refer?

Sorry, I thought
you were...someone else.

I see. But perhaps your question
applies equally to us.

Perhaps YOU are bluffing
all sides in this arrangement?

Your English is
really coming on, Yimou.

Oof!

I'm not in the mood for your jokes,
Mr Edwards. Where is Albany?

We're close.
It's just a matter of time.

You've had time.

If you can't deliver it,
we'll find someone who can.

Now, you're the one who's bluffing.

It's my business to know
every piece on the chessboard.

The woman's a great beauty.
Hard for any man to resist her.

Bring us Albany,

bring it today,

or I will have my colleague here
r*pe her...

and cut off her head.

Some new information has come
to light on the Dakar bombing in
'95.

I want you to collate everything
we have on it.

I'll look into it.

Yes. No, just collate
the information and give it to Beth.

Don't you need an analyst on this?

Ruth, our...

personal history does not mean
you can question everything
I ask you to do.

No. But it doesn't mean you can
freeze me out either.

You conducted unauthorised
surveillance on a fellow officer.

Forgive me if I suffer a slight loss
of confidence in your judgement.

What I did was unethical,

but it doesn't mean
I'm wrong about Lucas.

I didn't say you were. But it's
business as usual? Ruth, look,

neither of us are what you would
call...emotionally forthright.

But this morning,

when I saw how you reacted
to that letter,

a lot of things suddenly made sense.

I think you still blame me
for George.

For not protecting the boy.

I think you believe that
had it come to a choice,

I would have let you die too.

I don't see what this
has to do with Lucas.

Maybe you feel I'm protecting him
in a way I failed to protect you...

and maybe that is making you
over-zealous.

I'll deal with Lucas, Ruth.

For the record, it's not true.

I'd do the same for you...
a thousand times over.

And you'd be wrong.

Get inside!

DIALLING TONE

WOMAN SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE

WOMAN HANGS UP

Yeah, that's right. Mrs Wynn-Jones.

She's on a regular prescription
of ciclosporin,

I just need to know
when and where she last collected it.

And do you have
a temporary address for her?

I could never believe that Lucas
would betray his own country.

No-one's suggesting that.

But if Lucas is in trouble,
we need to be ready to help.

Find out why he was in Dakar, Beth.

I'm busy. I need to talk to you.
Will you get in the car?

I don't think that's a good idea.

There are things you need
to know...about me, about John.

What things, Michael?

Oh, come on. You really don't have
any questions about what we do?

Or does it suit you not to ask them?
Please, just...give me a moment.

Look, I know that I've hurt you,
Michael and I am so sorry,
I am, but I have made my choice.

Maya...

you don't know the meaning of
the word "hurt".

My name's not Michael, it's Vaughn.

And John doesn't work for some
security firm, he works for MI5.

What are you talking about?
He's a spy.

And because of him,
your life is in danger.

Er... I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.

This is not appropriate,
to approach me in public like this.

I know, and I apologise.
And I would never do such a thing
normally, except...

I found out something else.
Mr Deery. Except that...

I went to her house - the woman who
left the dead-drop - and she's gone.

With three months to go on the lease.
Just upped and left,
without telling the landlady.

Now, what do you make of that?
Nothing.

You're making connections
where there aren't any.

Well, you don't think it's odd?

Lots of things are odd.
Lots of people too.

Now, if you'll excuse me.
Hey, just...

Just stop... Sorry. ..for a second.

I mean, what about the note?

The words on the note?

I passed it through GCHQ.

No matches. So that's that?

We have a huge amount of intel
every day.

Now, we don't have the resources
to... No, no, no, no, Miss...

whatever your name is.
Look, I work for the council.

I mean, I know a fob-off when
I hear one, and that's a fob-off.

Come with me to the woman's house.
I mean, she might have left
something.

What is it that you want, Mr Deery?

That I want?

I know about you.

I know that you've applied to us
on four separate occasions,

and that each time, you've been
turned down on the grounds that
you're psychologically unfit.

That you've got a history of
depression and mental health
problems. Is that not true?

I had a few problems after
my wife died, but I'm not...

They're not going to let you in,
if that's what this is about.

Sounds like you've spent more time
investigating me than the note.

Don't approach me in public again.

If you do, I'll report you,
do you understand? Listen...

..I miss my wife, but that
doesn't make me wrong about this.

I've just been door-stepped by
our friend from the council. Deery?

Yeah, I feel bad about it.
What, he doorsteps you
and you feel bad about it?

No, I was cruel to him. You're
too soft, Evershed. It isn't that.

I mean, we've had cranks before,
but the messages are always
cod-Russian or Islamic.

Now, those words look French to me.
And if he's trying to impress us,
then why bring an incinerated note?

Look, personally, I wouldn't pursue
it, but your instincts are good.

You should follow it up.
I don't suppose you're up for some

facial recognition?

I'd love to, but I'm about to meet
my first Mafia Boss.

They just pulled him off
a boat in the Thames with about
fifty million in laundered euros.

I'm going to pick him up. Ask Tariq.

PHONE VIBRATES

You're driving.

DIALLING TONE

PHONE RINGS

This isn't convenient.
We're out of time, John.

Listen, I'm doing everything I can,

but I've hit a brick wall and we need
to work together to get out of this.

I'm sorry to hear you say that,

but there's someone
who'll be sorrier.

'Hello?' Maya?

John. John, he's got a g*n.

Maya, listen to me. John, he says
that you're a spy, is that true?

'You know these tactics
are repulsively crude to me.'

But this is what
you've brought us to.

'You're not going to hurt her.'

I won't have to.
It's the Chinese, John.

'I'm working for the Chinese.

'I'm taking her to them.'

They'll decide what happens.
'Vaughn.'

Please don't do that.

Finish this, now, for all our sakes.

This is from the files of
a fitness club in Dakar in 1995.

Look at the name.

Tariq, where's Lucas?

I don't know. He just left.

NO!

Michael, what are you going to do?
Please, tell me.

What are you going to do,
Michael, please?

What am I going to do?

Maya, if John had done what he was
supposed to do, you wouldn't be in
danger. I'm trying to protect you.

But you said that you were going to
give me to someone, to the Chinese.

Yeah. I had to say that.
It's, er, complicated.

Maya, you're all right... Argh! Hey!

You're safe with me.

I promise.

How long does it take?

It varies.

What's this? A dead-drop,
supposedly.

Cool.

You don't see that much.

Paper? That's not paper.
That's nitrocellulose.

Goes up in a flash.
Proper spy stuff, that.

Is it hard to get a hold of?
Well, they don't sell it in Ryman's.

When Dimitri gets back, tell him
to call me. Where are you going?

To see a man from the council.

PHONE RINGS

John. All right, Vaughn, you win.

What does that mean?
I was bluffing. I've got the file.

I don't believe you.

I don't see that you've got a choice.

Where do we meet?

Southwark Park.

Where is she? She's safe.

Give me Albany
and I'll have her released.

Not here.

John, the whole purpose of
meeting in a public place

is so that you can't t*rture me
into telling you where she is.

Stop taking me for an idiot.

You're working with the Chinese,
I'd say you qualify.

They've certainly
got better at surveillance.

I know my apartment's bugged,
and the car, but I'm damned if
I can find them.

What did you expect?

I wouldn't get too smug.

Looks like we could both
do with some pest control.

The Chinese are watching both of us.

It's funny,

it's hard for me to see those.

I must be getting old.

You were always good at
manipulating people, Vaughn.

But there's one thing that
you never accounted for.

What's that? Passion.

Agh... Don't make a fuss.

I'm inches away from your
main artery. Any sudden movement

would be very bad for you.

Now...

tell me where she is.

PHONE RINGS

Harry. Beth, where are you?

I've followed Lucas to a park.
He's met someone.

I'm going to send back-up.
Tell me where you are.

John, listen...

Agh... You've overplayed your hand,
Vaughn.

Maya means more to me than my job
or my reputation.

Now, tell me where she is.

You don't understand,
I'm trying to protect her.

By handing her over to the Chinese?

She's not with the Chinese,

but they're going to k*ll her
if we don't... Argh!

Where is she?

She's... Where?!

She's in a safe house,
but they don't know...about it.

CHILD SCREAMS

Agh!

g*nsh*t, FOLLOWED BY SCREAMING

Something's happened. I'm going in.

Beth, no.

Agh!

Vaughn! Vaughn! No!

Lucas!

Beth, get out of the way! Lucas,

put the g*n down!
Get out of the way!

I said, put the g*n down!

You idiot!
You have no idea what you've done!

Tell me. Tell me what I've done.

Whatever's going on,
we want to help.

Harry will help you, like he helped
me. Now, please, put the g*n down.

Lucas, you have to...
g*n CLICKS

You won't k*ll me,
I know you won't.

You don't know anything about me.

Maybe not.

But I've seen you risk your life to
save others, and I believe in you.

We all do.

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

DOORBELL RINGS

Mr Deery?

Mr Deery?

ARGH!

DOOR OPENS
MAYA?!

Michael?

Oh, God...

Mr Deery?

CLOCK TICKS

Agh...
MUFFLED SCREAMING

Beth.

If you wouldn't mind
waiting outside?

Harry... If you don't mind.

One Lucas North in Dakar,
I can accept,

two is stretching credibility.

Who is he, Lucas?

Listen, Harry, I know this looks
suspicious. Somewhat.

Let me be clear,

the Dakar bombing happened
on my watch.


and for 15 years, they've
gone without justice.

So you do not leave this room until
you explain the full extent of your
involvement

in that atrocity. Do you understand?

My name isn't...Lucas North.

My name's John...Bateman.

Damn it!

Damn you!

God knows, I've had my share of
betrayal, but not you.

I'm sorry.

Why were you in Dakar?
At university, I...

fell in with a guy

that fancied himself as
a big-time drugs dealer.

He was shipping cannabis
from Dakar to Hamburg.

He asked me to go with him.
Which you did?

Which I did.

Of course, idiots that we were,
we got caught.

Luckily, the military police
were open to persuasion.

They took the drugs,
they took everything.

I was stranded in Dakar with...

no ticket home, no passport.

I needed to pay my way back

and I'd done some croupier work in
the UK, so I got a job in a casino.

Place your bets.

'And that's where I met
Vaughn Edwards.

'He was a regular.'

No more bets. 'He said he worked in
the export business.'

'He was always lucky.'
CHEERING

Red number nine.

It's for you.

'He seemed to have everything.
I admit I was impressed.'

We met by chance a few times.

'Or, at least,
I thought it was by chance.'

John, join me.

He took an interest in me.

Eventually, he told me
what he really did.

Well, what governments say and what
they do are two different things.

They pay ransoms when they have to,
they negotiate with t*rrorists.

That's where I come in.

Small, deniable errands
for the British Government.

He asked me if I wanted in.
I said yes.

What sort of errands
did you run for Vaughn?

'Courier work, mostly.

'Taking briefcases to people, places.

'I never asked what was in them.'

It was exciting, at first.
And very well paid.

And you had no qualms about
what you might be doing?

Vaughn told me that we were working
indirectly for the UK Government.

I believed him.
It suited you to believe him.

Yeah, maybe.

In those days, my morality was fluid.

But then there was Lucas North.

'He worked in the casino bar.

'He was the only other Brit
on the staff.

'I think he'd had a tough life.
But he was clever. Funny.

'And we became friends.'

I thought he was just
another dr*fter, but...

he was in Dakar for a reason.

Which was? Spies.

'Spies?'

Yeah, spies.

The place is crawling with them.

If Graham Greene was writing today,
he'd be writing about Dakar.

That's why I'm here.
I want to get the smell of it.

'Why? What was the interest?'

Vaughn. He knew all about Vaughn.
He knew he was a mercenary,

he told me to walk away from him.
I didn't want to hear that.

You're evading the question.
Why was he so interested in
the intelligence community?

Because he was going to join MI5.

Oh, please tell me this isn't going
where I think it's going.

He'd already
got through the first round.
All the background checks were clear.

The only thing left
was the face-to-face.

He really loved his country,
you know? I used to laugh at him

for that. But he already
knew something that it took me


I suppose you'll think
this is uncool, John, but...

..you have to love something
greater than yourself.

God, a country, an ideal,
it doesn't matter what.

That's what makes us human.

I'd made more than enough money.

I was all ready to come back
to the UK.

But Vaughn
asked me to do one more job.

It was more money than
all the others combined.

And you'd trust me with this?

Yeah.

What was the job?

Harry...

What...was...the job?

To take a...package.

To deliver a package...

..to the British Embassy in Dakar.

I saw them,
walking out of the dust like ghosts.

You don't know what it's like. Don't
you dare feel sorry for yourself!


on that day. Look at the faces

of the people you k*lled.
Mothers, fathers, daughters,

and all the hundreds of people
around them, lives ruined.

You sit there whining about
your conscience?!

Conscience is a bloody luxury!

It means you're alive.
You think I don't know that?

How do you think you get through
eight years in a Russian prison?
Eight years of beatings,

t*rture and humiliation.
How do you think you bear
the simple, physical pain of it?

You bear it because you deserve it!

So Vaughn Edwards is behind this?
He set you up?

Look, truthfully, I don't know.

I went back to the hotel,
I accused him of that, he denied it.

He said we'd both been set up.
By who? Who was he working for?

He said he didn't know. Come on!
He said nobody knew.

He said we were just at the end of
a chain of people, so far from the
source that we could never be traced.

Absolute deniability.
And you believe that?

A man like Vaughn, I don't think
he asks that many questions.

Well, he's not alone in that, is he?

So, you've been set up.

You're supposedly horrified at what
you've done. Why didn't you turn
yourself in? Vaughn was scared.

Don't tell me about Vaughn! Tell me
about yourself. He was really
scared,

he said whoever set us up would want
to cover their tracks. Eliminate us.

Even if we were taken into custody,
they would get to us.
We'd never live to stand trial.

So he must have known who was
behind it. I don't know,
that's what he told me!

All I know is, we had to
get out of Dakar, and quickly.

There was a boat leaving for Europe
in a couple of hours, he said that

we would be on that boat and he would
get me a passport, whatever it took.

And what did it take?

He k*lled Lucas North
for a passport for you?

It all happened so quickly.
I told Lucas that

I would just borrow the passport,
that I would send it back to him,

or that he could report it stolen.

But he wouldn't do it. And at that
moment, I was ready to walk away.

I knew what he wanted from his
life, he was going to join MI5,
he couldn't get involved in this.

And I explained that to Vaughn.

That's when he shot him, Harry.

Vaughn was convinced that he would
tell everything that he knew,

and if I hadn't said,
he might still be alive.

He k*lled your friend
and you did nothing?

Come on, what do you
want me to say, Harry?

I'm trying to be honest with you.
Yes, I'd like to tell you that
I felt something as normal as anger.

That some sudden surge of
nobility meant that I didn't
take that passport.

I didn't go to the docks,
and I didn't get on that boat
and run for my miserable life.

I'd like to say anything
that would take that look of utter
contempt out of your eyes, so...

please, don't tempt me.

HE STRUGGLES WITH KNIFE

Michael, you need to get to
a hospital. I'm all right.

You know what they say -
it isn't when the knife goes in
that the damage is done.

It's when they take it out.

Well, let me take a look at you,
please.

You're losing a lot of blood.
You know what's funny?

I'm wondering if you're saying that
because you care,

or because you want to escape.

Is there any way back from this,
Harry?

Honestly, I don't know.

Your only hope is Vaughn. He's
the prime mover in this sorry tale.

We need to bring him in.

Let me do it. Out of the question.

I can find him, Harry.

There are people who can help,

but they won't talk to you.

You're asking me to trust you?

All you have to do is trust...

that I want to get out of this mess,

and this is my only chance.

By finding Vaughn.
Now, this may not mean much,

but you know that I've put
my life on the line

for this country, you know that.

I tried to do all the good that
Lucas would have done if he'd lived.

That's never been a lie.

That's the deal that I make with him
every single day.

Beth.
DOOR OPENS

Give me Lucas's side-arm.

What are you going to do?
It's all right, just give it to me.

Everything I've ever learned
in this wretched business
is telling me not to do this.

Betrayal is a cancer.
Let it eat your soul, not mine.

DOOR SHUTS

Agh!
SHE GASPS

IN FOREIGN ACCENT: Who are you?

Uh... What do you mean?

What has he told you?

Told me about what?

Don't lie to me. I'm not, I'm not.
I work at the council with Keith.

SHE SOBS

Agh... Liar!

You work for MI5?

Yes. Yes.

How much do you know? Everything.

More lies. Agh!
SHE SOBS

That was a stroke of luck. Not often
you stumble across a Mafia money
launderer sailing down the Thames.

Not much luck involved.
He gave himself up.

Reckons he's safer with us.

Safe from who? He says
someone's got a contract out on him.

It kind of goes with the territory,
doesn't it?

Yeah, but not an Italian.

Says the hitman's French.

French?

L'homme et la femme
sont a l'appartement.

I'm sorry. It's not your fault.

Ce n'est pas la meme chose.

Is, is he... Is he going to k*ll us?

Is that your wife?

Mm. You be brave for her.

Yeah, OK, we'll send over
everything found on the vessel.
Let's have a look at that.

PHONE RINGS

'Harry, have you spoken to Ruth?'

No, she's not answering her phone.

I think there might be a problem.

'There's a French assassin
in London right now. His target
is an organised crime boss.'

How does that relate to Ruth?

I think she may have
just crashed the party.

Call CO19.

Tariq, get me
Keith Deery's address, now.

TYRES SCREECH

PHONE RINGS

Leave her alone!
SHE SCREAMS

RUN...!

GET OUT!

Ow! Oh...

PHONE RINGS

SHE SCREAMS, RINGING CONTINUES

Argh!

sh**t HIM, sh**t HIM! sh**t HIM!

g*nsh*t, RINGING CONTINUES

g*nsh*t

sh**t him, sh**t him...
sh**t HIM DEAD!

g*nsh*t

SHE FIRES FOUR g*nshots

VAUGHN!

Don't! John!

Did he hurt you? No.
They'll have followed you.

Get those handcuffs off her.

Maya, go outside, wait for me there.

HE MOANS

What are you going to do, John?

John, he needs to get to a hospital.
Maya, outside! I'll be there
in a minute.

Maya?

Maya!

If you k*ll me, John,
your life is over.

It's already over.

I told them. You told them?
Everything.

Oh, I doubt that.
HE LAUGHS

I doubt that very much.

What did you tell them, John?

'Did you tell them that
you didn't know?'

Oh, no... No, I know what you did.

You told them it was me. Didn't you?

Argh!

I wonder if you can even remember

the truth of what you were?

You're a k*ller, John,
who fell asleep...

..dreamed he was a hero.

'Now, it's time to wake up
and remember the truth.'

PHONE BLEEPS

'The dream is over now...'

..and the k*ller...is awake.

How are you?

You were very brave, you know.

I've seen field agents
be less brave.

HE SOBS QUIETLY

Agh...

You should, er,
you should try and sleep.

Ruth, what are you doing?
I'm leaving.

I'm fine. Are you?
Better than Keith Deery.

What do you mean? Well,
he hasn't spoken since last night,

and they've put him on
suicide watch.

But me, I'm fine.
Ruth, you mustn't blame yourself.

He was already unstable. Exactly.

Unstable. Weak.

Not like us.

No chance of us mourning
our loved-ones for years.

No chance of us k*lling a man,
having his blood spray in our faces
and being struck dumb

by the sheer horror of it.

Far better to be like us. Strong
and stable, and dead inside. Ruth.

You think I haven't forgiven you
for George.

That I still grieve for him,
for Nico's loss, for the life
I left behind.

But the truth is much worse.

What is the truth?

That I'm fine.

That I'm ready to go back to work.

That's what's worse.

That I k*lled a man last night...

..and I'm fine.

Harry, there's someone to see you.

Malcolm. Hello, Harry.

What are you doing here? Sorry.

Bit dramatic to turn up in person,
I wasn't sure if comms were secure.
Why wouldn't they be?

I had a visit. From who?

From Lucas, I'm afraid.
He wanted a file.

Gave me a story about you being
in trouble. Didn't ring true.

When was this? Three days ago.

And you're only coming to me now?

I was following your protocol.

Not easy to stay on the move for
three days, although I did get
to see the Highlands at last.

You're talking about Albany.

HE DIALS A NUMBER

RINGING

'Harry.' Lucas, where are you?

'You were supposed to stay
in contact.'

Let's not pretend, Harry.

I'll get you a deal.

'Whatever it takes.'

Now, who's the liar?

'No. You were foolish...'

but you're invaluable to me.

I'm sorry, Harry.

I really am.

Don't do this, Lucas. Please.

Lucas North...

is dead.

Lucas! NO! NO!

A straight swap - Albany for Ruth.

Today, or you'll never find the body.
Harry won't give you Albany.

I really hope that he does.

You'd really k*ll me? Lucas,

there's no way out of this.

Let us take you in!
Just give yourself up.

Don't make us open fire!

g*nshots

I'm at London Bridge Station.
So, a lot of people will die.

What do you want?

I want you, Harry.
Just the two of us.