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Sometimes you have to send a message
in the only language they understand -

blood for blood.

Whatever you need, Harry

Anything at all.

I want nothing more than revenge.

I need to have a chips-down
conversation with Viktor Sarkisiian.

You are walking directly into the arms
of people who want you dead.

I spent eight years in a Russian cell,
because I stayed loyal to my country.

Harry sweated blood to get you back,
and rather die than let anything happen.

Your kill squad is trying to hit
my officers in London.

I'm a much bigger prize.

You can make a gift of me to your
superiors, as a senior British Officer.

I need to talk to Harry.

Harry?

Has anyone made contact with him?

You should eat.

This is as good as it gets.

What are you going to do with me?

I will sell you on, of course.

You should be proud
of the price you command.

There are some people who will be
concerned as to my whereabouts.

This place is heavily guarded.

Your people have no idea
where you are.

In the meantime,
I will stroll around the gardens

and reflect on my new-found
independence from Moscow

and the wealth that you will
bring me and my men.

Feel free to try and escape.

It will provide us all
with some entertainment.

Hello, old chap.

It's been a long time.

I hope they haven't
treated you too badly.

Mr Sarkisiian?

I told you I'd be missed.

- What is it?
- He thinks you've come to rescue him.

It's true. He does.

You're a fool, Harry.

This is the man who offered
such a high price for you.

He just doesn't want to pay it.

True again.

Wait.

Wait!

Cut off his ring finger. Send it to
Colonel Basukov at the Russian embassy.

Look around you, Harry.

This is the room
in which you are about to die.

Can I leave a message for my family?

No messages.

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Look around you, Harry.

This is the room
in which you are about to die.

Can I leave a message for my family?

No messages.

Posted on the internet
but we pulled it, straight away.

If it does get back
into the public domain,

the official line is that we're
studying it for authenticity.

What do we think
on its authenticity?

The insignia on the gunman...

belongs to the Sacred Army
of Righteous Vengeance.

OK, let's say that Sarkisiian did a deal
with an extreme Islamic group like SARV.

They certainly have the cash. Still
doesn't mean the execution is real.

What do you think, Malcolm?

It could be a sophisticated
cut and paste job.

The big question is why would
they go to all that trouble?

If SARV have got him, they'd milk it
for ages. He's a massive trophy.

You're just talking yourselves
into optimism.

What do you suggest?

Should we start discussing
the poem for his memorial service?

Don't you dare patronise me!

I've known him for far longer
than you have.

Sorry, Malcolm.

I was rude and my comment
was uncalled for.

All right, look. Going back
to Harry's trophy status,

- surely they'd want to interrogate him.
- Very quickly.

They'd know we'd have red-flashed our
assets and changed everything in hours.

They'd also know
we'd be on the hunt.

It's dangerous holding on
to a prize asset for too long.

All right, despite
our personal involvement,

we treat Harry
just like any missing asset.

And remember,
we still don't have a body.

What do you think, Malcolm? Really.

I think it's genuine.

Just seeing Harry like that,

even if it's fake,
it's just, the idea of it.

I know.

We have to proceed as if he's alive.

That video's not genuine.

You throw a ton of money
at a Russian turncoat,

you're gonna want to see a lot more
for your investment than one video.

Even if the video is fake,
one thing is sure.

When they no longer have any use
for Harry, they'll kill him.

Then we have to act fast.

Abdul Hussain. The guy 6 allege
have links to the SARV.

- First port of call, I'd say.
- Politically very sensitive.

He's claiming torture
at Guantanamo with our collusion.

I'll go direct to the Home Secretary,
get clearance to talk to him.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Sarkisiian's body's been found.

Identify the body, I'll go to
the Home Secretary about Hussain.

You cannot approach Abdul Hussain,

far less mount a covert operation
against him.

He might have information.

It's too sensitive.

This is Stephen Hillier from MI6.

They have a long-standing
interest in Mr Hussain.

- I've heard of you.
- And I you, of course.

- You've seen the video?
- Yes.

- What do you think?
- I think it's certainly the SARV.

Whether the execution is
real or not is less certain.

What about Abdul Hussain?

I do have to agree
with the Home Sec. on that one.

He's political dynamite.

I count Harry as a friend,

as well as one of this country's
finest servants.

You must find another way, Ros.

We know quite a lot about
Hussain at our place.

A very devious individual.

I think you're right to consider him
a legitimate source of interest.

- Why didn't you say?
- It's politically difficult.

I didn't say that you were wrong
to be interested in him.

OK.

Thanks.

Viktor Sarkisiian.

Can't say we're too sorry
to see the back of him.

Yeah, this is daybreak.

Keep your warped fantasies
to yourself, big guy.

Yeah, I can confirm -
Sputnik is the stiff.

He should count himself lucky
that whoever did this

got to him before we did.

Certainly before Ros Myers did...

from what I've heard about her.

Sarah Caulfield.

Libby McCall's replacement
at Grosvenor Square, right?

Libby's going home to Texas.

Sit on his porch, eat hamburgers
and wait for the Rapture.

- Out with the old.
- And in with the new.

Libby McCall and his type
are history.

So who did this?

We don't know yet.

Sarkisiian went freelance,

Smebody's telling the Russians
not to bother going after him.

So some lucky FSB colonel
gets a finger in the morning post.

You, on the other hand, get a video.

You've seen it, then?

And?

What can you say? Looks real enough.

But then a decent forgery does.

I will say that we had an asset
taken by that group

and it was six weeks
before they killed him.

Yeah, an anomaly we also spotted.

Although the SARV have also
used guns in executions.

I hear anything at all,
you'll be the first to know.

I doubt that.

Keep me high on the list, at least.

The Home Secretary's vetoed
the operation on Hussain.

So we have nothing to go on.

I'm going to ignore
the Home Secretary.

I don't want either of you involved.

If there are consequences,
I'll take the blame.

How can you get near him?

He attends a clinic
for trauma counselling.

I'd like to know what goes on there.

Get caught and they'll
hang you out to dry.

Right now, Harry's either dead
or facing death.

I know we're scraping the barrel,
but it's all we can do.

Hello again, Harry.

You really think my team
will believe a faked execution?

I think they'll entertain
the thought, but I agree...

they'll probably discover
that you're alive.

We'll keep tossing them
curveballs though.

The SARV video'll keep them looking for
the wrong people in the wrong places.

Posing as a group of Islamic
terrorists must have been hard

for a dyed in the wool Indian
nationalist like yourself.

Omelettes and eggs, Harry.

But I have to admit,
it didn't come easily.

- What have you done with it, Harry?
- Done with what?

The very large quantity
of weapons-grade uranium

that you were supposed
to be safeguarding.

Doing exactly that, safeguarding it.

Come on, Harry,

we both know that everybody
breaks in the end.

It's only a question of...

when?

More than one way
to skin a cat, of course.

- Jo said you had something.
- The video is inconclusive.

I've done analyses.
There are some stutters

but it was done on a mobile
so that proves nothing.

The interesting thing
is in the sounds, the jeering.

We've done some sound-splitting and
redub to isolate each separate noise.

- No wonder you've been here all night.
- Most of it's just incoherent

but we got one word and put
wave-enhancement treatment on it.

What's that?

It's an insult.

If these people are SARV,

you'd expect to hear Arabic,
English, perhaps Punjabi, right?

But this is Malayalam.

The official language
of Kerala, in India.

Just one word.

Somebody forgot himself in the
excitement, but I'd be very surprised...

I'd be amazed if a foot soldier
in SARV was recruited in Kerala.

So why would someone from India
be involved in Harry's disappearance?

These are the psychiatric notes
on Abdul Hussain.

What do they show?

Hussain has no connection with
the SARV, nor any other terrorist group.

According to this he never has.

The notes do give us stuff.

He refers a lot to an agent
he knew as "Ronnie".

Alleges collusions with the Americans
in his torture.

- Who is "Ronnie"?
- Stephen Hillier.

From 6?

The same man who suggested
it was worth going after him.

He wanted us to smear him
and take responsibility for the fallout.

There'll be a reckoning on this one,
wasting our time on a personal vendetta.

This makes the whole SARV
connection more tenuous.

To waste our time, while they
try to get information from Harry.

But what information?

I'm not a psychopath, Harry.

The sound of screaming
actually sets my teeth on edge.

Especially women.

There is a woman, though,
who also knows what I want.

The one who was with you in Baghdad.

She's dead.

You can't get to her.

She's very much alive,
as both you and I know.

- She doesn't know.
- I think she does.

But even if I'm wrong,

sometimes, it's the pain of others

that can make people break.

Are you coming in?

Not if you want to eat tonight.

- Looks good.
- We need wine.

It's OK, I got a few bottles in
on Friday.

And we finished them on Monday.

Would it be so wrong
to send Nico to get more?

Why bother having children if you
can't make them do stuff for you?

I'm quite happy without it.

Me too, obviously.

Good, so we'll just have water.

All right, I'm going.
See you in ten.

Nico, get out
and go and wait by the car!

- What, now?
- Yes, now!

Why?

Because, I feel bad about making
your dad walk on such a hot day.

Come on, we'll surprise him.

Come on.

Get in the car!

You all right?

You'd better hope
she returns to Britain now.

If you're lucky, she'll turn for help
to the only place she really knows.

- I've got it.
- Got what?

Sarkisiian was close to a millionaire
with a house in Moscow-on-Thames.

- Go on.
- Massive place, secluded,

plenty of space to land a helicopter and
empty at the time of Harry's abduction.

Brilliant, Malcolm.
Let's get a team down there.

Someone was killed there -

more than one person, actually.

They did a pretty good cleaning up

but we found microscopic traces
of three different types of blood.

One matched Sarkisiian's.

He was executed there.

But none of the blood was Harry's.

They used the Russian's blood
to simulate the pool at Harry's head.

Then he's alive.

Echo. Foxtrot. Lima.

Lady Lazarus.

- What is it, Malcolm?
- I've just had a Code 10...

from Ruth.

She's in trouble,
she needs our help.

I don't like it here.

I just want to go home.

We can't go home.

Why not?

Go upstairs and play, Nico,

I'll be up in a minute.

Any ideas, Ruth?

How best to explain this to him?

I'm so sorry.

You couldn't tell me?

I thought there'd never be any need.

Truth is an end in itself.

It requires no other justification.

How much you have to learn.

I don't want to learn
your moral values.

Hello, Malcolm.

I didn't think
I'd ever see you again.

No.

I was happy, Malcolm.

Life was...

Calm?

It's like one of those scary dreams.

When you're taken back to a time
and place you'd left completely behind.

I'm so glad to see you again.

I left some fresh fish
out on the side.

It was so hot,
they'll be completely...

Doesn't really matter
any more, I suppose.

There's a car waiting. We'll take
you straight back to the grid.

How is he, Malcolm?

What's happened?

Harry's in great danger, Ruth.

Ruth.

I'm Lucas North.

I'm sorry we have to meet
under these circumstances.

Why was I attacked?

Hypothesis - whoever has Harry
went after Ruth as well.

The South Asian appearance of her
attackers would certainly suggest that.

Why?

They're holding him
because they want information.

The SARV red herring was
just to buy them time.

- Information that you and Harry share.
- I don't know what it could be.

What did Harry ever share with you
that was for your ears only?

That no-one else could ever know,
that would be worth all this effort?

Baghdad.

I think this might be about Baghdad.

What happened in Baghdad?

Harry came across a clandestine
operation there.

What was it?

To smuggle weapons-grade uranium
into the country

and then "discover" it.

Vindicate the war.

Harry was involved in that?

Harry stopped it.

Who else was involved?

Elements of the CIA,
some cowboys from 6,

and a freelance chap from
the Indian Intelligence Bureau.

It was completely below the radar.

When Harry discovered it,
he went straight to the top,

- and it was quickly stopped.
- But why now?

What do they want from Harry now?

The uranium, I should think.

The uranium actually got there.

- It was in Iraq already?
- Whole thing was a very close call.

There were voices in the States
who wanted to green light it.

But Harry won the argument
and we got it out again.

Brought it here.

And Harry knows where it is,
and he told you as back-up.

Harry was the only person other than
the Americans who knew where it was.

So yes, he told me.

You carry on. I'm going to go
and see the Home Secretary.

- What did you know about it?
- Virtually nothing.

It's a delicate matter.

And the Indian contractor involved?

The one who stole the uranium
in the first place.

A man called Amish Mani.

Ex-Indian Intelligence Bureau.

He's here now.
And we think he's got Harry.

You must go to the Americans.
They were driving the operation.

The CIA guy was Libby McCall.

Horrible man.

He's been here for a few years.
He's now on the point of retiring.

He sided with Harry, in the end.

Once it became clear the
plan wouldn't go ahead

there was a lot of shape-shifting
taking place.

- And the MI6 guy at the dinner?
- Didn't know him.

Used the name Ronnie.

Also wriggled around afterwards,
suggesting he'd never supported it.

That Ronnie?

- That's him.
- Stephen Hillier.

I'm so bored.

There're some games here.

I had this as a boy.

My grandfather
taught me how to play.

It's a game involving
both skill and luck.

I've never been one for luck,
but I always find that...

a thorough assessment
of possible dice combinations

allows for a more precise
risk analysis.

It's quite simple. It's all about
understanding the laws of probability.

He's ten.

Last birthday he got a train cake
on chocolate finger rails.

Sorry.

I'm not so used to children.

Wouldn't it be possible to get
a house with a garden at least?

So the boy can play.

I'll try. In the meantime,
Nico, let's have a game.

But perhaps without
mastering probability.

Takes all the fun out of it.

Stephen Hillier from 6.

Libby McCall from the CIA.

Amish Mani from the Indian IB.

Our three musketeers.
All of them knew about the plan.

OK, let's say
Mani wants the uranium.

He knows Harry
can give him its whereabouts.

Is one of these two working with
him? Have they reunited as a team?

McCall can't be involved.
He knows where the uranium is.

He's had time to get it.

Maybe he wants Harry and Ruth removed
cos they're the only British elements

that would know if he wanted to take it
Stateside as a retirement present.

Surely he'd have just killed them,
save himself all this trouble.

True.

I just don't think there are
only two musketeers in all this.

It's not strong enough.

There's something else
going on here.

Talk to Sarah Caulfield.
Shake the tree, see what flies out.

I wanted to find out what you knew
about an MI6 officer whose codename

- out in Cuba was "Ronnie".
- You think I know more than you?

There are allegations about him,
maybe a press story about to blow up.

He's trying to put
all the blame on you guys.

- What's your interest?
- Knowing who he deals with at your end.

OK, I'll try and find out for you,
although obviously I'm sceptical

that you'd mind him
putting all the blame on us.

I'm not enjoying this handover period
any more than you,

so I'll get to the point.

MI5 are asking questions about
our relationship with one of their guys.

What about him?

Something to do with Camp Delta.
Thought I should warn you.

And why would you
of all people want to do that?

Because while I can't wait for the day

that you haul
your sorry fat ass back to Texas,

I don't want something to come out
that further damages my country.

Thanks for the heads-up.

Last one you'll get.
Your days are over, Libby.

I wouldn't count on that.
Nothing lasts forever.

You've only got
the White House on loan.

Malcolm, where's Ruth?

Gone home to be with her husband
and step-son.

- I've just changed her location.
- Why?

The boy was so bored.

I've organized her a new safe house
with a garden at least.

Did you put that through the system?

- Was there any reason I shouldn't?
- You're being extra cautious.

Nobody told me
there was an internal risk.

There may not be.
All the same, we should call her.

Where have you been?

I had to go and talk to some people,
about what's been happening.

Please, not now!
We need to talk, Ruth.

Turn that thing off.

You still owe us
a little of your time.

Yes. Yes, I do.

- No answer.
- I'm going over there. Keep trying her.

Lucas?
Hillier might have compromised us.

We can't stay here!

In this little flat,
practically next to a motorway.

They've already got us
a new location sorted.

It's probably them now.

This whole thing
is only temporary.

They'll have found us somewhere
much nicer.

She's ours this time.
Who's looking after them?

Had to use my people
or she'd have suspected something.

Once the husband and son are alone,
the Indians will take over.

We're on a limited time frame.

Now we have the woman,
things will move fast.

And I'm making retirement plans

so I'd appreciate
it if you'd speed up on that front.

Don't worry.

Everybody gets paid here.

As long as you deliver the uranium.

Good.

- Lucas!
- Their bags have gone.

- No sign of a struggle or forced entry.
- So where the hell are they?

Hillier's up to his neck in this.
Only he could have penetrated

- our safe-house system.
- I think McCall's in on this.

I still don't see why,
if he knows where the uranium is.

We should ask him.

Hold fire. At least until I've
heard back from Sarah Caulfield.

OK, in the meantime
I'll go and talk to Hillier again.

Friends reunited.

What have you done with my family?

Were you two just friends back then?

There was an obvious connection

and everybody else out there
was at it like rabbits.

Adrenaline, I suppose.

You two, though...?

You know it wouldn't surprise me
if it was all quite chaste

in a frightfully outdated.

Brief Encounter kind of way.
I wouldn't speculate about it too much.

It's probably a bit beyond
your vulgar little mind.

One or both of you knows
where the uranium is.

I shall be back shortly
to find out...

..which one of you

breaks first.

It's all a bit midlife crisis
round here, isn't it?

It probably impresses
the younger woman more.

You crazy bitch,
you wouldn't dare.

This is about the uranium.

You know that, I know that.

It is about the uranium,
but it's more than that.

Who are you working for?

Harry Pearce only has himself
to blame for this predicament.

Why?

Because he double-crossed everybody.
If he hadn't moved the uranium,

there would be no need for this.

And he didn't trust the other people
who knew where it was.

And when they found out they didn't
know where it was any more...

they got very upset.

You betrayed Ruth Evershed
and her family. Where are they?

All right, but...

I do want assurances.

Talk!

Evershed's family
are in another safe house.

One of ours. As for Harry...

You got married out there?

George is a doctor.

At the local hospital
where I worked for a while.

Worked?

Clerical work.

You were made for
more than that, Ruth.

I loved it.

I did my job correctly

and when it was finished
I went to the market,

or swimming.

It was simple.

Everything about my life was simple

and elegant, for once.

And George?

He's a good and kind man, Harry.

Do you love him?

I feel...

- very guilty.
- That wasn't my question.

He doesn't deserve to be in danger.
I'll not discuss my feelings about him.

Not with you.

OK... Time to get serious now.

- Where's the uranium?
- Don't hurt her. You dare to hurt her!

Calm down,

no need to go
all Shakespearean on us.

They think they are
in their nice new house with a garden

and that the men with guns
are looking after them.

Which of course they are,
for the time being.

Please, don't do anything to them.

If you cooperate with me,

then I shall have no need to do so.

They are in one of Hillier's
safe houses.

Tap into their system,
find out where it is.

You were right.

- McCall's involved.
- How?

Harry moved the uranium, he's
the only one who knows where it is.

So it is Baghdad Reunited.

He realized what Harry had done
and put the original team back together.

He's not sentimental either.

One guy has just been splattered
over the roof of his car.

If he killed Hillier,
we won't get near him.

Caulfield may still have access to him.
I want a tracker on him.

See if he can lead us to Harry.

- How do I persuade her to do that?
- Any means necessary.

I'd try charm first.

How nice,

a bit of father son bonding.

See, there's no need for torture.

You think this isn't torture?

They will first shoot your husband

and then the boy if you do not tell me
where the uranium is.

Please, I'm begging you!

Tell me where the uranium is.

- She doesn't know.
- We'll see.

You're wasting your time.
She doesn't know where it is.

Tell me, Ruth. She only thinks
she knows where it is.

Your husband and the boy
are about to die.

I'm sorry, Harry.

I can't.

It's in Norfolk.

An abandoned nuclear shelter
from the Cold War years.

Oh, dear, Harry.

Take the boy inside.

Now, kill the man.

No! No what are you doing?
I told you what you wanted to know.

Please...!

No! Oh, God!

My God!

This is all your fault, Harry!

If you'd played by the rules,
none of this would have happened!

The uranium would already be
in the hands of terrorists.

OK, let's see how far
your duty will go.

You were right.

You told the truth,
for which I commend you.

But we've already looked
in that place that you said.

Now Harry will have to do
a whole lot better

or the boy will meet the same fate.

Fetch me a new laptop.

Did you tell Libby McCall
that we were looking into Hillier?

I might have done.

Hillier's now dead.
So much for the new broom.

Still, it's not a completely
disastrous outcome, as it confirms

- McCall's behind kidnapping.
- You're crazy.

He was part of a conspiracy to plant
weapons-grade uranium inside Iraq.

Harry hid it from him.
If he gets his hands on it,

it will be sold,
could be turned into a bomb.

Might be London that gets it,
or just as easily lower Manhattan.

He's not going to care.

Waiting in Texas for the Lord

to come riding over the
hill blowing a trumpet.

- Your mess.
- No, our mess.

Come on, Sarah,
let's work together on this one.

What do you want me to do?

We think McCall
will lead us to Harry.

I want a track on him,

and in return

you get his co-conspirator,

the uranium...

anything you want.

If you are the broom, it's time
to start sweeping away the rubbish.

I've found the safe house,
it must be where they're holding them.

- Keep a watch on the house.
- We can't just leave them there.

We can't go charging in there
with Ruth and Harry still captive.

If I hadn't moved them,
maybe they wouldn't have been found..

Malcolm, stop blaming yourself,
Hillier would have found Ruth anyway.

Organize a surveillance team.
We're close to Harry.

I was the one
who put them in danger!

No, Malcolm.

Get some rest,
we're dealing with this.

One...

two...

- You'd kill a child?
- Of course I would.

Children are the first casualties
of every conflict.

- three...
- Harry!

four... He doesn't know
his father's dead yet, of course.

We'll bury them together, though.

- I can't.
- Please!

five...

It will be used
to build a dirty bomb.

It could
kill thousands of children.

- I can only see mine in front of me.
- I can't tell him.

Listen to her, Harry,
listen to the voice of compassion.

You know nothing about compassion.

six...

- seven, eight, nine...
- Please, don't kill him!

If you have any feelings at all,

if you have any feelings for me...

- ten...
- Harry!!

- All right...
- Stop!

Good.

Listen to me, Mani.

I won't tell you.

And if I won't tell you now, killing
the child is totally pointless.

What would you have then?
A dead child and no uranium.

You heartless bastard.

- You're calling my bluff?
- No.

I'm making a cold statement of fact.

If you kill the child, it will be
for gratification not for purpose,

because I won't tell you
if you do...

or if you don't.

Come on, Mani,
you're an intelligence officer,

you know when a man is bluffing.

All right.

We'll see how strongly
your will holds out,

when the child's with us.

A child in pain
is a very distressing sight.

You promised the CIA both Mani
and the uranium?

Huge propaganda coup.

Sarah Caulfield finds an ex-contractor
from Iraq with stolen uranium.

- How good does she look?
- Harry will never agree.

If she doesn't help us,
he won't have a say in the matter.

But if we save him,
he'll countermand the deal.

It's the flaw in my plan, but we only
cross the bridge once he's safe.

Double-crossing
the new CIA liaison officer

on practically her first day,
I like your style, Lucas.

She likes you.

She's got a tracker on McCall.

Let's keep an eye on him.
Coordinate the teams following him.

We've got surveillance up on the house
but we can only hear the boy.

- Keep monitoring it
- He's alone.What about Ruth's husband?

I don't know, but we can't go in.
We have to get to McCall first.

He's the only link we have
to Harry now.

My name's Malcolm Wynn-Jones.
I'm an MI5 officer

with a great deal of knowledge
of how things work at Thames House.

I'm unarmed, my superiors
don't know I'm doing this.

I've come to offer myself
for the child you're holding here.

An MI5 officer has turned up at the
house where the child is being kept.

They're closing in.

We'll take one last shot
at the woman. I'm coming over.

We're going to have
to really work them this time.

Don't think of double-crossing me
to save your own skin.

If it were to save my own skin,
I'd do it. But it's not necessary.

What about the child
and the MI5 officer?

We're running out of time
and they can't help us now.

Kill them both.

I want my dad.

- Do you want me to tell you a story?
- I just want my dad.

He's gone to see your st...

What do you call her?

- Ruth.
- He's gone to see Ruth.

Now listen, OK?
Here's a story I like very much.

It's about a little boy...

who wants a dog for his birthday.

But he doesn't get a dog,
he gets a picture of a dog instead.

Why?

Because adults often make
a mess of these things,

we don't always get what we want.

- This boy...
- How old is he?

He's about your age.

Anyway, he shuts his eyes
and he imagines things.

He imagines a dog

so very, very small,
that nobody else can see it.

Shut your eyes, Nico.

Imagine a dog.

It's your dog and nobody else's.

And while that dog's there...

everything else is OK.

Kill them.

Target's heading east
along Sutherland Street.

I'm joining
the Alpha intercept team.

So, after he's been hit by a car,
they give the boy a real dog.

But he doesn't want it.

- He tries to push it away.
- Why?

Well, because, you see,
he's grown to love

the dog that lives in his head
too much.

He has to learn to love
real things again.

If you are a human being,

if you have an ounce of humanity
or compassion in you,

then kill me
but do not harm the boy.

Just walk away from this.

Please.

I've got him in sight.

Jo, he's slowing down.
He must be close.

There's a disused warehouse
behind the flats on your left.

- He's pulling into the flats.
- We're on him.

Where are they?

McCall's been detained
by your officers.

They'll be downstairs cutting
a deal, and I'll be the fall guy.

Stop this now.

Close your eyes, Nico.

Think of your dog,
tell me what it's like.

It's a brown dog with a white bit
on the end of its tail.

It doesn't need to be that way.
We can do a deal, too.

I'm a dead man walking.

So I might as well finish

what I was going to do
at the end of this, anyway.

Where's Lucas?

Debriefing Libby McCall.

- What's gonna happen to him now?
- He goes home as planned.

Empty-handed, though.

I suppose a heart attack
might beat the Second Coming.

- And my side of the deal?
- Well,

Lucas jumped the gun there.

He didn't have the authorization
to offer you a deal.

- He promised me Mani.
- You're welcome to what's left of him.

And the uranium.

No. We might give that back
to the Indians.

Or keep it.

Still to be decided.

You bastards.

We'll give you something,
though, I promise you that.

We're incredibly grateful.
Gratitude doesn't really cut it, Ros.

I don't like being messed about.

I'LL decide on the payback.

She's just told the boy
that his father is dead.

- Is she going home?
- She is home.

- What will she do?
- I don't know.

Ruth is only alive now
because of the work you did here.

I think
when the grief is less raw...

she will remember that.

Ruth's angry with you.

- I know.
- You were right, though.

Perhaps.

You saved the boy, though, Malcolm.

Harry, I want to retire.

- What?
- I'm too old for this.

I'm dog-tired, really.

You can't retire.
What... what will you do?

I don't know.
Read books somewhere near the sea.

I'm ready, Harry.

Don't try and stop me. I want to go now,
otherwise I'll change my mind.

You've given such service.

Serving my country.

In spite of everything
that goes with it.

Then go home, Malcolm.

Go home and rest.

Did you have a poem planned for
my memorial service? I bet you did.

But I'll never ever tell you
what it was.

The plant will be closed
for at least six months.

It is with great regret
that I must inform the House

that the rolling power cuts
will be from 3 to 5 hours.

We will have to increase
piped supply.

- The Russians?
- Tazbekstan.

- The Tazbeks?
- We have little choice.

The Tazbek Trade and Industry
Secretary's a rapist and a murderer.

- You don't have carte blanche.
- Why, what will you do?

This man is a Central Asian Hitler
in the making. I underestimated him.

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