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Harry, I want to retire.
I'm too old for this.

Then go home, Malcolm.
Go home and rest.

Sarah Caulfield.

Libby McCall's replacement
at Grosvenor Square?

If you really are the new broom,
it's time to sweep away the rubbish.

- Where's the uranium?
- I won't tell you.

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

- She doesn't know.
- Sometimes...

it's the pain of others
that can make people break.

Get in the car!

What have you done with my family?

Your husband and the boy
are about to die.

- I can't.
- Please!

The uranium will be used
to build a dirty bomb.

It could kill thousands of children.

But I can only see mine
in front of me.

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

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

or if you don't.

Kill the man.

This is all your fault, Harry!

The boy? Your...

- Nico.
- Yes.

His aunt came to take him home.

- But you're the...
- No, I'm not.

I'm not anything.

George was your husband.

We were never formally married.

There was no ceremony.
We talked about it,

laughed about who
we wouldn't invite.

Couldn't you go back?

What kind of a welcome party
do you think they'll throw for me?

You would have let him die.

- I'm not asking for forgiveness.
- What are you asking for?

I came to tell you that...

I will sort something out for you.

Sort something out?

With regard to your status
in this country.

You have a knighthood, Harry
and I'm dead. There's our status.

I want to make it better.
And if you need work...

- God.
- Ruth, I'm trying!

I'm trying.

With all my limitations,
which you know better than anybody.

Yes.

Yes, you know, thanks for that.

Thanks for trying.

Welcome, children, to Western Sands
and our presentation on energy.

Britain used to have its own gas
from the North Sea.

But when that ran out, we had to start
buying it from other countries.

We get our gas in two forms -

either through pipelines
from Europe and Scandinavia,

or in liquefied form on tankers
from countries like Qatar.

This brand-new processing...

They look so bored.

Beats school.

... gas that go straight
to your homes,

or fuels the turbines
in our power stations

that produce electricity.

... which is why this plant is helping
to save the Earth from overheating.

What the hell's going on?

So you can be sure,

your future is safe with us.

Please evacuate by the nearest exit.

Please evacuate by the nearest exit.

The explosion that rocked
the Western Sands Gas Processing Plant

has raised serious questions
about Britain's energy suppliers.

The Home Secretary, in a statement
to the House of Commons,

has said there is no reason to panic and
that alternative supplies are on hand.

There were no reported casualties
in the explosion

and the emergency services were on site,
assessing the scale of the damage.

Did you see that American financier
on Newsnight?

Said Britain wasn't worth
investing in any longer.

I pay no attention to the witterings
of the rentier class, Ros.

- Good.
- Home Secretary.

- Ms Myers.
- Home Secretary.

The blast at Western Sands was not
terror related. It was an accident.

Despite every Tom, Dick
and Osama claiming responsibility.

Our whole energy policy
is based on importing

and processing liquefied gas
supplies.

The plant will be closed
for at least six months.

We will only have enough gas to supply
20% of our power station needs.

- We will have to increase piped supply.
- Norway.

Harry loves the Norwegians.
The Christmas Tree.

I make no apologies for appreciating

the stability of a Scandinavian
energy supplier.

They're already supplying
most of our remaining piped gas.

Can't meet such a big increase
in the short-term.

- The Russians?
- Impossible.

Their demands are not just financial,
which leaves us Tazbekstan.

Christ, the Tazbeks?

We have little choice.

The Tazbeks are already in London.
It will need your close attention.

They have a new government,
anxious to make friends.

They came to power on a coup.
Their idea of good governance is to

drop their political opponents
into boiling water.

They might just be on to something
with that last one.

How soon before we see
the impact of the gas shortage?

Our reserves won't last more
than a week.

That must be kept from the press.

Without a quick deal, the immediate
future is both very dark and very cold.

No lights on that tree
this year, Harry.

Spoken to Ruth?

Right now my most urgent business
is the gas crisis.

- Can't believe they let that happen.
- Bloody disgraceful,

we didn't build up reserves
when we produced the stuff.

Hey, Jo, wait up.

Tariq, are you OK?

Have you got a death wish?

- Came out of nowhere.
- Well, you look all right.

Unlike your bike
which is a write-off.

That's my social life sorted
for the next two weeks.

Come on, wanna walk in
with somebody on my first day.

What is that?

Malcolm's replacement.
Jo's been showing him the ropes.

Lighten up, Ros,
it's service modernisation.

Tell him to lose the T-Shirt,
we're not the bloody NME awards.

OK, Rustam Urazov is the Tazbek
Trade and Industry Secretary,

our biggest potential headache.

From now on, his codename
will be "Thumper".

We've intelligence that Thumper
is going to spice up his visit

by taking out this woman.

Bibi Saparova, she's an exiled poet
from a prominent Tazbek family

that Thumper waged
a personal vendetta against.

- Why?
- They're everything he's not.

Educated, liberal, arty
and half-Russian.

Thumper hates Russians, full stop.

Her father was imprisoned and tortured,
her mother killed herself,

and her younger sister was murdered.

Bibi's the last of the Saparovas and
the missing head in his trophy cabinet.

She's the nuisance organising protests
at the Tazbek delegation's hotel.

A good-looking exiled poet.
Goes down well in Hampstead.

I'm not having her disrupting
such important talks.

How did she even know
where the delegation was?

She might be a pain, but letting Thumper
wipe out his enemies on our soil

is taking hospitality a bit far.

So let's keep Bibi
out of the picture.

I want to know everything.

Nothing and nobody gets in the way
of their signature on that document.

Thank you so much for coming.
We are so pleased to see you.

My Prime Minister, he does not
speak such good English.

Thank you for translating and please,
congratulate him on his new job.

Big step up from the cotton factory,
I'd imagine.

This is Eliza MacFarlane, my assistant.
She'll be your point of contact here.

Hello.

I am always happiest in the company
of a beautiful woman.

You speak very good English,
Mr Urazov.

It is the only language
of the world, no?

I know that your banks are only
kept afloat by the state.

You don't make anything any more,

even the Polish plumbers
have gone home.

But while the English language
survives...

We're marginally better off
than Tazbekstan?

- Who is this?
- This is Sir Harry Pearce,

stalks the corridors of power
spreading good cheer.

Yes, Sir Harry,

a sense of humour is very important
in time of crisis.

And you really do have a crisis.

I think the fact
that we need your gas

isn't going to be something we're trying
to conceal in these negotiations.

Business with you
will enrage the Russians.

They'd rather us deal with them.

Except they will demand

every first-born British child
in return.

We'd certainly rather deal with more
reasonable people like yourselves.

You know what they say about
my enemy's enemy, Mr Home Secretary.

You know, we did have
some protestors at our hotel.

I was surprised at this.

We'll find you a better hotel.

Why? Do you not have
the Tower of London

to throw your troublemakers in
any more?

Still using it for our football team
after the last World Cup.

Football, if only everything
was so simple.

I'm sorry about what happened
to our deal with the uranium.

I was overruled.

Very ungrateful of Harry.

But I'm glad you didn't
send Ros this time.

But I'm glad you're not
holding a grudge.

I didn't say that.

But I'm the agency's
liaison officer,

so, here we are...

liaising.

So, what was it you wanted
to liaise about?

Word is you've secretly flown
in a delegation from Tazbekstan

to discuss an emergency deal.

We were aiming for low-key
rather than secret.

We don't like their regime
or their human rights record.

A lecture from the Americans
about ethical trade policy.

Hey, we're the good guys now.
Why don't you go to the Russians?

Because they'll try
to screw us on price.

The Tazbek Trade and Industry secretary
is a rapist and a murderer.

We know all about Mr Urazov's past.

Watch Rustam Urazov.

One of our assets tells us he has plans
for an old enemy over here.

Visual on Bibi.
Over to you, Echo Four.

Copy that.

She's going back to the internet caf�.
Comms are up.

- Hello.
- Bibi, thank you so much for coming.

- Thank you.
- Please...

How come we couldn't meet
at your house?

I am certain MI5 have me bugged.

My wife teases me,
says I'm paranoid.

Just because you're paranoid...

What did you want
to talk to me about?

I have it from a very good source
that Rustam Urazov

is going to try and kill you
while he's here.

You may not get much protection
from the British state.

I also hear that we're going
to call for the lifting

of the EU weapons embargo
against Tazbekstan

in return for their gas.

- Where's he getting this information?
- Do we have an ID on this guy, Bravo 1?

Thanks.

Matthew Plowden,
he's a freelance journalist.

You should think about
lowering your profile.

He's destroyed my family.

I have nothing left to lose.

Your life?

I'm not frightened any more.

- You're brave.
- I'm not frightened.

But that isn't the same as brave.

It's a disgrace that we're rolling out
the red carpet to these murderers.

But I'm going to make sure
everybody knows what's going on.

We'll have to deal with this.
He could cause real problems.

- Thank you for your help, Mr Plowden.
- I'm only doing what's right.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Visual on Bibi,
heading west on Clements Street.

- She's picked up a tail.
- Description.

White male, blue jacket.

Take the journalist,
I'll deal with Bibi.

She's turned south on Drummond.
The tail's still with her.

He's closing on her, Alpha One.

This looks like a hit.

Are you all right?

Don't worry, I'm a nurse,
I'll deal with it, it's fine.

Tell me who you're working for.

Go near Bibi again
and I'll bring my people next time.

Can I have a word?

Who are you?

Quick chat in the diary room,
Mr Plowden?

Why are you harassing me?

They'll be dying of envy over
at the New Statesman. Badge of honour.

You've had a file on me for years.

Think of the satisfaction in telling
your wife she was wrong!

Only your last conversation.
Let me in, I just want to talk.

We'll talk over there,
if you don't mind.

All right.

Watch out for snipers.

Nobody wants to be cosying up to the
Tazbeks but the energy situation's dire.

Not as dire as the Tazbek
human rights record.

But who cares when cheap gas
is at stake, right?

If our power stations stop running,
we can kiss goodbye to economic recovery

- and people will die.
- People who MATTER will die, you mean.

British people, as opposed to foreign
people from some faraway place.

Luckily, my job description means I only
have to worry about British deaths.

I'm advising you not to interfere
any further in this matter.

Or I'll get a midnight knock
on the door?

No, her Majesty's Revenue and Customs
tend to call during office hours.

Hopefully, it will be
a real charmless jobsworth.

So, who's been feeding you
information on Tazbekstan?

Reveal my source to M15,
of course I will.

OK. Good time to organise
your receipts box,

and every single income statement.

I shall be posting this conversation
on my blog as soon as I get inside.

Bloody internet.

You know he's going to kill her,
don't you?

Bibi Saparova.

I want to know where Plowden is getting
his information, I want Bibi to shut up

and I want leverage
over the Tazbeks.

We have things in this country
that they don't have in Tazbekstan.

Giving them up for gas,
it offends my sense of national dignity.

The gas running out
will lead to more deaths

than any terror attack
Al Qaeda have mounted so far.

No journalist, nor poet with a grudge
is going to threaten our energy security

while you and I have anything to do
with it. Are we in agreement on that?

Absolutely.

Who was tailing Bibi Saparova,
a Tazbek hit team?

Looks like they were trying to
abduct her rather than kill her.

I'm assuming they wanted to deliver her
to Thumper personally.

We can't let that happen.

Have you seen Harry's mood recently?

He'll see protecting Bibi as a luxury
the nation can't afford right now.

Harry's always troubled. He chooses
his frown with his tie in the morning.

No, this is different.

He still hasn't resolved
the situation with Ruth.

Until he does, he'll take a grimmer
view of any human rights activists

or lefty journalists that get in the way
of the energy crisis talks than me.

Come on, it can't be that bad?

The Government has described
as malicious tittle-tattle rumours

that it's to call for the lifting
of an EU arms embargo in Tazbekstan.

Campaigning journalist Matthew Plowden,
however, told this program earlier

that the Tazbek human rights record
won't go away

just because "we've messed up
our energy policy and need their gas".

Bloody hell.

What is it?

Some awkward-squad MP
is putting down an Early Day Motion

- about our deal with Tazbekstan.
- Saying what?

???? setting out a general marker about a concern for human rights in any agreement.

This is that journalist, isn't it?

I've got that internet caf�
on a permanent pick-up now.

Why does he log in there?
He's using his own computer.

Makes him feel Woodward
and Bernstein probably.

Even though it's miles easier for us
to monitor him in a public place.

I want to know who told him about us
getting the EU arms sanctions lifted?

He uses social networking sites a lot -
the source must be an on-line friend.

Find out who that is.

Jo, go and visit Bibi and keep her quiet
before she gets herself killed.

Try and persuade her to take
along holiday or something

until these negotiations
are concluded.

Sure.

- Miss Saparova?
- Yes.

I'm Gaby Fuller
from the Met. Police.

Can I have a quick word?

Yes.

Thank you.

You could be at risk
if you continue to campaign

against Rustam Urazov's
presence in this country.

Britain's new best friend.

- I'm trying to help you.
- I don't need it.

- I need justice.
- I understand that...

You understand nothing.

Boys from the estate.

They sometimes come and do this
because they know I live alone.

If you keep following Urazov around,
your life will be at risk.

And if he had killed
every member of your family...

would you just shut up and go away?

We're running on empty now, Harry.

- A few days at best.
- What will you do?

We'll start with a programme
of rolling power cuts.

Three to five hours
indifferent places.

It's been costed?

Billions off the economy,
a huge blow to investor confidence.

The deal is going ahead though.

Slowly,

but it's our last hope now.

The Tazbeks can sense our desperation
and have started to up their demands.

Time's running out,
we must take the initiative.

I want to know what the Tazbek
are saying outside of the negotiations.

Bugging the hotel isn't an option.
We're looking at other possibilities.

Strip joints, basically.

Taking one for the team there,
Lucas?

The Tazbeks are using the strip club
for post-negotiations R & R.

We know that it's a mafia haunt so
we should find Thumper's hitman there.

OK, I'll go and take a look.

Check out the possibility
of fitting listening devices.

Tariq's pretty good
with the tech stuff.

He built a miniature high-resolution
camera into my watch.

Yes, we've got it now.

The hitman is Gosguly Garadanow.

He runs drugs and girls out of the club.
Old army buddy of Thumper.

I think we'll know him as Flopsy.

He was the one who was tailing Bibi.

They're lining something else up.

Thumper had a copy of the newspaper
Plowden writes for.

I said to shut
that bloody journalist up.

We're MI5, not the Stoke Newington
branch of the Green Party.

I'd like to think
we can play dirty sometimes.

Thumper's playing dirty.

He thinks because we need his gas,
he can do what he likes.

- Yeah, well, up to a point he's right.
- I'll go lean on Plowden harder.

- Let him know the score.
- Threaten his career and livelihood.

Often does the trick
with soft-centred media types.

Shall I warn Thumper off?

You're supposed to be Special Adviser
to the Home Sec.

He knows what I am. He's not stupid.

All right, but very,
very delicately, Ros.

Let me be clear, our energy security
trumps everything at this point.

You might want
to take a look at this.

It's a Lip-reading software
from the strip club.

It's giving us a live translation
from the Russian by typing the code in.

They're talking in euphemisms.

Because of Plowden's press
campaign against them...

They're gonna take him out.
Where is he now?

We're running a tracker on his mobile
and playing it through CCTV feeds.

Do it quicker!

He's going to the caf�,
to meet with Bibi.

They're starting to pick off
their targets. Stay in contact.

Lucas, Plowden's back in the caf�.

Keep a visual on him.
I'm nearly there.

Yeah, will do. He's...

Hold on a minute.

Flopsy's in the caf�!

Get him out of there now! Warn him!

Lucas, you're too late.

Do you have any plans
for tonight, Mr Urazov?

Do you?

I'm not really one
for the nightlife.

You are worried for me, no?

Why do you say that?

The way your eyes
keep looking to the door.

You think the Russians
will send somebody after me.

It's a distinct possibility, yes.

I like to think it is because
you have...

what is the expression,
you have "taken a shine" to me.

I'm married.

You know...

I did hear about the journalist
that was killed.

The one spreading lies about me.

Yes.

And his widow is saying
it was the British security services.

We don't usually kill
troublesome journalists.

Yeah, not everybody

has the freedoms
we have in my country.

You don't have carte blanche,
Mr Urazov.

What will you do?

Send us home and say
you no longer need our gas?

Of course I know
I don't have carte blanche.

- Good.
- But I would also expect you...

not to pay too much attentions
to my business activities here,

at such a... delicate time in talks.

I must take them out...

entertain them.

Find them girls.

Would you like
any additional security?

Don't you worry about the Russians.

We know them
a lot better than you do.

Good evening.

The point is, Matthew Plowden
was a British citizen.

Plowden stood up and painted
a massive target on himself.

Sometimes you get a press award,
sometimes something quite different.

The person who had him killed
is openly gloating about it.

- It'll be Bibi next.
- I know that, Jo.

And I have told Thumper
that he does not have carte blanche.

Thumper is making it quite clear what
the price of keeping him on board is.

A price that keeps going up.

Without the Tazbek gas
we'll pay a much higher price.

Besides, Bibi Saparova
is not a British citizen.

The Tazbeks have started
to stall at the talks.

We need their gas.
We do not need more obstacles.

Is Bibi is a price worth paying?
That we should just look the other way?

Operational matters are down to you,
but I do not want the talks jeopardised.

Still waiting to hear what the Tazbek
are saying away from the negotiations.

These are your priorities,

not some bloody poet who's ignored
every warning we've given her.

Can I have a word?

I went through all Plowden's on-line
friends and kept his status open.

Posted things to suggest he's still
alive, carry on drawing in his contacts.

Nice. Any response?

There was only one I couldn't hack into.
Violet Franklin.

Her status was protected
with encryption devices

you wouldn't expect
on a social networking site.

Violet Franklin.

But once I'd hijacked his status
I was able to get a location

from which she posted, even though
I couldn't read the message.

The American Embassy.

Nice work, Tariq,
I'll set up a meet.

You fed the journalist.

Franklin was my favourite
American President of course.

And Violet?

I just like the name,
and the flower.

Why did you do it?

Cos you needed a lesson
for double-crossing me.

I made it a bit hard for you
to catch me but not impossible.

- I like our meetings.
- This isn't a game.

- Urazov had the journalist killed.
- Now you know what you're dealing with.

All this because you're just
a bit pissed off with us.

Britain's on the brink
and you're playing out a grudge.

I could never have done
this unsanctioned.

Nobody wants your sordid
little deal to go through.

On this one, we are in total
agreement with the Russians.

That's good to know.

The world's gone bi-polar, again.

You think the Russians
are gonna allow

a hardline nationalist regime
to flourish in Tazbekstan?

You think we're just gonna let them
cosy up to Iran and China?

You stay out of this!
If you interfere again I will...

I will do such things,
what they are yet I know not,

but they shall be
the terrors of the earth.

Come on, Lucas, stay. Let's talk.

Don't ignore a friend's request.

It is with great regret
that I must inform the House

that the rolling power cuts
will be from three to five hours.

I can't pretend there is a solution

to the problem that faces us,

although I can promise this House

that this Government is pursuing
every option available to us

and I hope to have good news
to bring to the House very shortly.

The Tazbeks are stalling. These power
cuts will weaken our position.

We'll be over a barrel.

So how do we square this circle?

The proposed cuts
could begin within 48 hours.

OK, let's start by giving Harry
what he wants.

Get the intelligence on what the Tazbeks
are doing behind the scenes.

I'll get back to the club.
It's swept for bugs

but Tariq thinks he can beat that.

And Bibi?

Jo, I'm sick
of hearing about Bibi Saparova.

If you want to make her
your personal cause celebre

then you go right ahead,
but you definitely

do not have my blessing

and I definitely do not want
to hear another word about it.

Do you understand?

All right.

Matthew Plowden
was a really good man.

He cared about a country that is
more fashionable to make jokes about.

We tried to warn him, Bibi,

- just like we're trying to warn you.
- And do you feel proud?

That Urazov is able
to do this on your soil?

This isn't as straightforward
as you're making out. We need the gas.

And I'm trying to protect you, Bibi.

I can't do that though
unless you lower your profile.

Stop being so stubborn!
It's as if you want to be his victim.

I'm already his victim.

My sister's name was Altyn.

It means golden.

And she was...

the golden girl in our family.

She's beautiful.

Urazov held her for a week.

Raped.

Tortured.

Raped again.

More torture.

You cannot imagine such things.

Then she was killed

and her broken body was left
at our doorstep.

I found it.

I know that feeling.
My name's Jo Portman.

I work for MI5.

I won't let him hurt you.

Thanks for coming.

How's it all going?

How's it all going?

Well, the gas negotiations
are underway.

I saw the Home Secretary on TV.

We're in a very bad place right now.

The hidden price for our salvation
is that we have to turn away,

while a rapist and murderer gets
to pick off his opponents on our soil.

Harry OK'd that?

Harry's not himself right now.

What do you want from me?

Talk to Harry.

Isn't that a rather insulting idea
to Harry?

You think he makes policy decisions
based on his emotional state of mind.

No, I'm not saying that.

No-one's better than you at putting
across a different perspective.

It doesn't always work,

believe you me.

He's hurting. About what happened...

And I'm not?

I lost my family,

my home.

Harry wasn't the one
who lost them for you.

He did the right thing
under intolerable pressure.

- Maybe he's doing the right thing now.
- No. This is different.

But I think that he's locked in
to thinking it's the same.

And you want me to explain that?

We've missed you, Ruth.

We've missed you badly.
But no-one more than Harry.

We shouldn't be sacrificing this girl,
no matter how bad the crisis.

Please talk to him.

We need to talk.

I'm glad you said that.

I'm sorry.

That I blamed you for what happened.

It wasn't fair.

And I'm sorry too, Ruth.

I'm sorry for everything, really.

Truly sorry.

More trouble for the Government today
as the Home Secretary

admits the gas shortages

may be more serious
than we originally thought.

The Opposition has accused him
of misleading the House of Commons

and taunted the Government as being
more empty than our gas reserves.

Meanwhile, health experts

are warning that the death toll
could reach into the high thousands

as homes are deprived
of heat and light.

Turning to the Tazbeks
was a bitter pill.

But we were prepared to swallow

because we thought
we would get cheap gas fast.

You said the talks would be a formality.
What's the obstacle?

Every time we get close
that smarmy shyster makes a new demand.

- Smarmy shyster being?
- Urazov, of course.

He's following his own agenda.

Why aren't your people doing their job
and finding out what that is?

I think he has several agendas.

We can't have come this far
to end up with nothing.

In 36 hours the lights go out.

And that will make
the banking crisis

look like a walk in the park
if we don't get it sorted.

Fast.

What's the time, Mr Wolf?

That is
an unbelievably clear reception.

The club is swept for fixed bugs
but we have a chance.

Excellent. Well done.

I'm lucky. I love my job.

Good. If you want to keep it,
lose the T-shirt.

I've got Thumper in view.

Please, er, speak in English.

I don't want my delegation
to understand.

You want a girl?

What, some Moldovian peasant girl
just off a track?

No, before I leave,
I pluck myself an English Rose.

How are the negotiations going?

If my Prime Minister have his way,

- we sign tomorrow.
- And you?

The British are arrogant.

I like to make them squirm

right up to the last moment.

The journalist was not problem.

Good.

You'll be well paid.

But you know the real prize, yeah?

The last Saparova.

Take your time with her

and... bring me something

for my home-movie collection.

What's happening?

You know, you should come home soon.

Things are going to get
very interesting.

When it all starts,
I will come home.

That bastard
sitting alone over there.

He is Russian?

FSB?

Lucas, they're discussing your presence.
Duck out of there fast.

So... there will be war back home.

There will be a conflict
with our autonomous region.

Six months maybe before
they force us to stop the fighting.

Then in that time people like you
will make a lot of money,

kill a lot of peasant trash,
enjoy their wives and daughters.

- And when they force us to stop?
- Then I will become Prime Minister.

A man of peace and reconstruction.

And all the international aid
will flow

into all the right places.

- The Russians?
- One must always watch the Russians.

They also want our gas.

But they will be pragmatic
in the end,

especially now we have friends
in European Union.

This man is a Central Asian Hitler
in the making.

It will be a bloody mess.

Paramilitaries, looting, raping,
there'll be massacres on both sides.

I underestimated him

and I made the wrong call
on Bibi Saparova.

We still have the problem
of needing their gas.

We take him out.

We take out the Tazbek
visiting Trade and Industry Secretary?

You want to go back to Plan A?
Let him kill the girl?

I always prefer not to play off
the back foot, you know that.

He's the fly in the ointment.

He's the one stalling
the negotiations

in order to obtain
the maximum advantage for his war.

The Tazbeks would have signed
48 hours ago without Urazov in the way.

We still have a chance
of getting our gas supplies

and stopping the carnage
he wants to unleash.

It can't be seen to be us.

Not by the Tazbeks
and not by our own government.

The Tazbek delegation
have already refused our protection.

That's true. Thumper told me
that they could deal with the Russians.

If we obviously had
nothing to do with it,

why would they blame us?

It's very risky.

No, it's brilliant.

You have to explain
that there'd be consequences,

if it's to be done properly.

- You know what I'm thinking, then?
- I have a fairly good idea, yes.

There would be a trial afterwards?

There would have to be, I'm afraid.

And prison, maybe ten years.

You already knew
what my answer would be.

She agreed?

She'll take the punishment to kill
the man that did that to her sister.

She has a great motive and everybody
will think the FSB were helping her.

She'll say anything we want her
to say afterwards. No comeback on us.

All right, but it won't be easy.

How do we settle trap
and get him into a different hotel room?

You heard what he said
about the English rose. Jo is this one.

- Cheers, Ros.
- No worries.

But we'll also need eyes on the corridor
keeping watch for the bodyguards.

What about something simple?
Gotta learn multi-tasking.

Young, scruffy, minimum wage
written right across his forehead.

Perfect.

Good day.

How are the negotiations?

Oh, as well as can be expected.

These things always
take longer than you think.

I do hope you're not
playing games with us, Mr Urazov.

You still don't want to play games?

What a shame.

On that subject,

there's a young lady across the bar
who's making eyes at you.

Not my type.

No? A sexy blonde in a bar...

has Moscow all over it.

You think?

She's heading for Room 627.

I assure you,

the only Russian you'll find
in Camilla Hamilton-Blythe's DNA

is likely to be Romanov
and pre-date 1917.

And we like
to keep our guests comfortable.

This is...

... very generous.

Thank you.

- They're in the room.
- Copy that...

Take your dress off.

Leave everything else on.

Then...

come here.

What are you doing?

Trap's sprung, Alpha One.

As soon as shots are fired,
I'll let you know.

Copy that.

What are you doing?

Bibi, listen. Bibi...

This is crazy...

You can't do this.

Please...

I can't do it.

I can't kill somebody.

Just give it to me, eh?

- For your sister.
- Miserable whores!

Shots fired, Alpha One.

Send in the clowns.

- No. No, please, don't.
- Something is wrong! Jo's in trouble.

More shooting in the room, Alpha One.
Something's wrong.

So we start the rumors that she was
certainly being manipulated by the FSB.

That's already been put
to the Tazbeks.

- They're not blaming us?
- Why would they?

They knew what Thumper was like
when it came to the ladies.

He told the bodyguards
to stay downstairs.

Their Prime Minister
is now very anxious to sign

and get home
before he meets a similar fate.

Well done, everybody,
looks like we have our deal.

Awful news about the shooting
of the negotiator by the dissident.

We strongly suspect she was
being manipulated by the Russians.

Indeed.

I'd like to welcome
everybody here today.

Our own Foreign Secretary
would have liked to attend,

but has unfortunately
been caught up in the latest...

Middle East...

- Who sent them the photos?
- Must've been the Russians.

They've got a photograph of Jo
with Bibi inside the house.

How? We had a counter-surveillance team
watching the whole time.

Play for time.
Insist they're forgeries.

The Tazbeks will already have had
the photographs checked out.

- How did they get pictures of you?
- Kids at the window.

I need justice.

It's the boys from the estate,
they know I live alone.

What?

Kids from the estate, hassling Bibi,
they came banging on the window.

She said they always did it.
I bet they're not there now.

FSB must have been watching Bibi
in case they did decide to use her.

- So, how do we get out of this one?
- We'll have to go to the Americans.

Last time I checked, there wasn't
a gas pipeline across the Atlantic.

The Americans can broker a deal.
The Russians are our only option.

It's what they wanted
a big Cossack boot over our throat.

We can't negotiate.

We'll have to get the Americans
to go to the Russians for us.

- With what?
- The intelligence we have.

That the Tazbeks are planning a war.

They probably suspect that.

But they don't know
the details of Thumper's little plan.

We'll have to gild the lily,
but it's an opening gambit.

- They will never settle for that.
- Obviously not,

but we can get the ball rolling
suggesting we can give them something.

All right,
I'll go and talk to Sarah Caulfield.

See what they say at least.

Here we are.

Hey, Lucas.

- My boss.
- Samuel Walker.

Given the hard task
of trying to keep an eye on this one.

- I don't envy you.
- Hey, enough of the compliments.

We've spoken to the Russians
on your behalf.

Thank you, and?

It was audacious to take Urazov out
Shame it backfired on you.

But they, like us,
are not unhappy with his removal,

so you haven't lost
any friends that way.

Our offer?

They like it and are keen to talk
about what you know.

You can have gas from tomorrow
at a similar price the Tazbeks offered.

Small mark-up, you hurt their feelings
not going straight to them.

They're very sensitive that way.

As always with the Russians,
though, the devil's in the detail.

They have one further requirement.

- And what would that be?
- They want the Tazbek Prime Minister.

What?

He leaves on a secret flight...
They want details of that flight.

So what, they're going to shoot
his plane down?

No, but they are going to explain
in their own good time what will happen

if he continues to follow
an agenda hostile to their interests.

So they hijack the plane.
Force it to land?

As I say, Lucas,
the devil is in the detail.

I'd leave that part to the Russians.

We had our backs against the wall.

You and the Russians were watching
and playing us the whole time.

Hey, you did the world
a great favor.

You did the right thing.

Everybody's happy.
Now you have gas and we...

- don't have Urazov.
- And we're all working together.

It's like Yalta all over again.

Dear Miss Portman.

I'm sorry that I couldn't get
to know you better.

I think in a different world
we might have even been friends.

But the sorrow in my heart

is too great for me to continue now.

I wanted you to know, however,

that I appreciate your efforts
on my behalf.

Thank you.

You went and spoke to Ruth,
didn't you?

What did you hope
to achieve by that?

I thought you were wrong
for turning a blind eye to Bibi.

There are some lines
we should not cross.

In my opinion.

You were right.
I didn't think it properly.

She should come back to us.
If you talk to her maybe...

She's extremely fond of you, Jo.

She thinks the service needs
more people like you.

I can try and sort

the logistical side of things out
with the Home Secretary, but...

- if you continue to meet her...
- I'm happy to try.

Good.

Don't go
behind my back again, though,

or I'll have you deported
to Tazbekstan.

Understood.

The energy crisis
may have eased slightly with reports

that an unexpected deal
has been agreed with the Russians

to provide
emergency short-term supplies.

Ministers
have dismissed opposition claims

of chaos at the heart of government.

The Prime Minister's says
he'll get on

with running the country
and insuring economic recovery.

Is it done?

The Russians forced the plane
to land about an hour ago.

They can be very persuasive
in these situations.

A plague on both their houses.
We have to look after ourselves now.

People have every right to be angry.

We've let too much slide
through our fingers.

Things will look better
in a year's time.

A lot of people who would have died
will now not die.

It's breathtakingly simple
sometimes.

It doesn't always feel that way.

I have to talk to you about something
that's not simple at all.

Do you remember Ruth Evershed?

I've never seen
London look so pretty.

Well, the gas is flowing again.

And we're laying
in some proper reserves this time.

Lights don't stay on
all by themselves.

You gotta work hard
at keeping a society going.

Didn't see that one coming.

So what happens now?

Now?

In the next few hours.

I was presumptuous enough

to book a hotel room
when you called and asked to meet me.

That was presumptuous.

I understand codes.
That's my job, really.

- Which hotel?
- Claridge's.

Good choice. My favourite.

We'll take separate cabs.

Probably nobody's watching,
but it'll add to the occasion.

What's the room number?

I forget.

Just ask for Violet Franklin.

Not often we see you this time of night.
Must be something important.

- You think you're being bugged here?
- Spies listening to spies?

Worried?

I've been approached.

- By whom?
- An American contact.

- Name?
- I can't, Harry, but somebody high up.

He had grave concerns about

about a plot to challenge
the world order as we know it.

- A plot, as in?
- He didn't go into specifics,

he talked about divisions
in their intelligence services

and a high-level meeting
in Switzerland.

He wanted me to warn somebody.

So here I am,

warning the somebody
that I trust the most.

We'll look into it.

My contact is not a man
prone to exaggeration.

Whatever that meeting was about,
whoever was involved,

he made it sound very big.

He was scared.

- What's going on?
- We have a security breach.

At least five of them...
heavily armed.

Everybody, down on your knees!

On your knees! I said everybody!

- Someone's grabbed the Bendorf Group?
- Yes. They've also got Ros.

Against that wall!

Use this camera
as your confession booth.

Every skeleton
in the Pentagon's cupboard

is being paraded
for public consumption.

We had nothing to do
with creating this situation.

If you can't deal with it, we will.

Storming would be suicide.
I won't do it.

I'm ordering you to do it.

You have to help me.

CO19 have arrived.
They're preparing to move in.

What about Ros?
She's still down there, Ruth.