All language subtitles for The.Diplomap[t.2009.Part.1.WEBRip.x264-ION10

So, the meeting's in the warehouse.

Have we got no backup at all?

Not here.
Intel told us their HQ is in Staines.

Oh, fuck.

Those bloody Russians -
always changing their bloody minds.

What time's our ringleader
in at Heathrow?

Three hours.

Terry, ring CO19.

Get three units here, all right?
Keep the rest over at Staines.

Right, guv.

What are those kids doing there?

HQ, can we get some backup here?

Hey! Hey! Come here!

Hey, what are you doing?

- What'd we do?
- Get off me!

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

We're going in!

OK. All right.

I'm Chief Inspector Hales
from Scotland Yard.

Now, we have secured the building.

So put your weapons down.

Put your weapons down!

We have surrounded the building.

Just let--
let the kids go.

There's no need for this to escalate.

Just let the boys go.

You don't need them.
Just...

put your weapons down.

OK. OK.

- Robinson!
- What?!

Robinson, get down!

Hey, come here!

Ohh!

That's all. Thanks very much.

Thanks.

Forward, sir.

Mr. Porter, I'm Julie Hales,

Chief Inspector of Scotland Yard.

Would you come with me, please?

These men will escort you.

So, we have recovered
23 kilos of heroin from the warehouse.

It was all packed in those
little guitar things

that your colleagues took
out of a diplomatic container

that was sealed and signed for by you.

And your response to this?

"Somebody must've broken into my office

"in Dushanbe, Tajikistan,

"unlocked the safe,
taken the diplomatic seal,

"arranged to conceal
the drugs in my souvenirs,

"used the seal to verify their papers,

"broken back into my office,
reopened the safe,

"and returned the seal
without me realizing."

Is that crap the best you can do?

It's ten years.

You know, that's what you'll get.

Or maybe 12.

They ought to bring back
capital punishment for you, mate.

One of my team is in ICU.

She has second and third-degree burns
to 80% of her body.

She's going to be lucky to live.

I want to call my lawyer.

I want to cut your balls off.

Winston Beale, please.

Winston, we have a hiccup.

Somebody stumbled across the goods?

- Yeah.
- What quantity?

- 20 kilos.
- Good God!

Well, it had to be a credible amount.

Cock-up or conspiracy?

Bad luck.

How often do Customs send a sniffer dog
into diplomatic cargo?

You promised me no hiccups.

We can still salvage this.

A word in the right ear at the Yard?

It wouldn't work,
not in this situation.

They've got an officer on life support,
and the press are calling for blood.

It couldn't be done with a nod and a wink,
Charles.

Not now.
They'd want to ask too many questions.

And even then,
it'd be a long shot.

You may have to pull the plug.

Unless you can think of something else.

Congratulations on your promotion.

Well done.

Right place, right time.

Oh, I don't know about that.

I'm sure you're the man to watch.

Our club can always use a good man.

You are British?

Yes. Porter, British Embassy.

What you are doing out here
in the badlands, Mr. Porter?

The FO double-checked
with the embassy in Tajikistan.

It was First Secretary Ian Porter who
signed off on that shipment of guitar things.

That's you.
You knew what was in it.

This is your chance to make
a full statement while it still counts.

I didn't smuggle any drugs.

I don't like drugs.
I don't like what they do to people,

I don't need the money.
I am not a drug smuggler.

You know we're gonna find your
fingerprints all over that gear, don't you?

Juries just love DNA, mate.

You're gone, you're sunk,
you're finished.

But if you tell us the full story -

the whos, the hows, the whys--

Oh, just forget it, Neil.

He's obviously too greedy
and stupid to see sense.

Hi.

Charles Van Koors for Ian Porter.

I'd like to see my client
outside the interview room, please.

OK.

How are you holding up?

You're getting me out of this, yes?

That's the idea.

The Yard's digging their heels in.

You heard about the police officer?

Why are they so afraid of being overheard?

They're telling each other secrets.

Why am I still here, Charlie?

Couldn't you have had a quiet word
with someone?

The more people who know, the greater the
chance that Krousov will find out something.

And if he does, we're fucked.

We've got this far

because less than a handful of us
know what's really in play.

Don't blow it now.

I was doing what I was asked to do, Charlie.

Now these flatheads are telling me
I'm looking at 10 to 12.

- But that won't happen.
- Of course not.

Will it?

You'll get bail, Ian.

You're not a flight risk.

Just hold tight.

When they let you go,

we'll figure out our next step, yeah?

No. I'm sorry.

Have the key back.

The key stays where it is.

You're not gonna throw away all our work.

How's Porter?

Toughing it out.

Did Beale ask where I was?

I told him you had to stay home
for an hour or so

to let some tradesmen in,
plumbers.

Happy birthday, Lara.

Cheers, thanks.

Porter hasn't said anything?

No. He's not happy, though.

We could just tell them what he's doing.

I mean, in a general sense.

No mention of Krousov--

Are you mad? We tell them what he's doing,
they'll take over the operation.

We haven't worked on this all year

to have those muppets
steal all the credit, have we?

They couldn't let him go
without asking questions, maybe. But...

Is every other little thing on track?

Hmm?

Yeah.

And when he's out on bail,
it'll all be fine.

Tajikistan has become the most
important corridor for drugs, mostly heroin.

Produced in Afghanistan,

intended for markets in Europe.

The bottom line is that 90% of all heroin
hitting European veins comes via Tajikistan.

Who's the main players?

Well, the major profit-taker
is a Russian called Sergei Krousov.

He's Cossack, ex-Russian Army,
deals in anything that will turn a profit -

weapons, pharmaceuticals, organs.

He's been on Interpol's list for years.

Where'd you get this stuff?

Got a pal in Ceausescu Towers.

A friend of a friend.

MI6?
Jesus, what are we really dealing with here?

All right, look,
if Porter is mid-level in the Krousov empire,

it means we cannot
convict him in isolation.

All that's gonna do
is give someone like Krousov

in-service training
on how to avoid our detection.

And from all reports,

Krousov is looking at making
Britain a major market.

Right. OK, well, let's roll Porter,

work with the Tajik police,

and see if we can break Porter's empire
before that happens.

OK?

Um, have we established any links
between Krousov and Porter yet?

- No.
- Why not?

What's the hold-up?

You know, for a moment there, I thought
I might've earned myself a pat on the head.

Ah, bet they never warned you
it'd be like this, did they?

Your mates in Tajikistan.

Well, jail's a hundred times worse.

I'm sorry about your colleague,
but it's got nothing to do with me.

Right. Yes, and it couldn't happen
to a nicer person.

You know, I'm innocent, and I take exception
to being treated like a criminal.

Well, you'd better get used to it, toots.

OK.

Just tell me who you're working for.

Give me a name, the right name,

this nightmare, it could all be over.

Guv?

It wasn't your fault, guv.

Sometimes good ops go bad.

Yeah, I know.

Just--

I was just thinking about Porter, you know.

Night.

A routine search, that's what
the Guardian website says.

I don't give a shit about Ian.

What about my key?

Where is he now?
Scotland Yard?

Helping police with their inquiries.

Sergei, he won't talk--

What if they cut him deal?

"Give us Sergei Krousov,
you can walk out the door, Mr. Porter."

No.

So, we do what?

We contact his wife, little bear.

He always spoke very fondly of her.

Although you have to bear in mind

that they were the minority of the minority.

OK, so, um...

think Ken Livingstone...

taking complete power

after a series of crippling tube strikes.

I have a feeling some of you
would probably support that.

Well, unlike the former mayor,

they were highly organized,
motivated,

and very lucky.

- Pippa Porter?
- Uhh!

Next time, not so lucky.

Go to Scotland Yard.

Tell your husband to keep his mouth shut.

Victor, davay.

He's never done
anything illegal in his life.

Well, most people
keep something secret.

Well, I can assure you,
I'm not blinded by love.

We've been divorced three years.

Right. Well, you don't want to see him
go to prison, do you?

So, look, just see if you can
get him to talk to me.

Pippa.

They say that you're trafficking drugs.

It's a mess.

My mess.

What happened to your face?

Hmm.

Uh...car accident.

Someone--

Someone ran into me.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I just came here to tell you to be careful.

So...

be careful?

Yeah. OK.

OK.

What the fuck was that all about?

Your mate at Ceausescu Towers
come up with any other little nuggets?

Apparently Porter has a free membership
at Tajikistan's hottest nightspot,

Cafe Moskau.

Have a guess what
the name of the owner is.

Sergei Krousov.

The very same.

I can't help you.

I don't even know him anymore.

Yeah, but you came to visit him. Why?

Old habits.

Look, I think I--

It's just, I think,
I think he knows that...

the only chance he's got of a...
of a light sentence

is to make a full statement.

But I think he's terrified of the people
he's mixed up with.

Well, I can't make him change his mind.

I never could. OK?

Well, you know, the smart thing to do
would be to get him out of London.

You know, get him somewhere safe.

I mean...

what do you know about
the witness protection scheme?

I'm sorry,

but why are you telling me all of this?

Because there is no point
in putting him in quarantine

while you are still in London,

catching a bus,
going to work, just--

You know, when you're just
doing the things that you do.

You're saying that
you want me to go, too?

- Mrs. Porter. Pippa--
- Is that what you're saying?

Look, we are talking about
a very high level of organized criminals

who will stop at nothing
to protect their interests...

up to and including murder.

How'd you get this bruise?

If Ian keeps his mouth shut,

he will go to jail for over a decade.

Soft guys like him,
they don't survive, Pippa.

Ah. Heh.

Is that your son?

He's got a beautiful smile.

He died.

Are--Are we finished?

- Yeah.
- OK.

- Sorry.
- OK.

Who volunteers to go
into witness protection?

You've got to be more than angry,
you've got to be dead frightened.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, God.

Well...

you are a lucky bastard, aren't you?

No jail for you just yet.

You're gonna go on a little holiday first.

And they're bringing your wife.

And you are going to tell us
everything we want to know.

Whether you like it or not.

My understanding was
he'd be bailed as a matter of routine.

We'd have a clear 12-month operational
window before he went to court.

The good news,
he obviously hasn't given up Krousov.

Did this friend of a friend
of a friend say where?

No, except it's overseas somewhere.

Fuck.

Australia. Hmm.

Fancy a holiday in the sun, do you, Julie?

No, it's just it's as far away from
Tajikistan and London as we can get.

And they haven't lost
a protected witness in years, so...

That's true.

Although I think the Australians
might balk a bit

at hiding a man who's wanted
by the Russian mafia.

Oh, do we have to tell them that
he's wanted by the Russian mafia?

Well, we've got to tell them something.

Mr. Porter, he looks like an official
from the World Bank, do you think?

Yeah. But believe it?

An accountant who might
have some information

about corruption in
African aid programs?

I think we could sell that.

Keep them all happy.

We let the situation play itself out.

We let Porter go overseas.

It doesn't matter in the long run.

He won't turn Queen's evidence.

If he spills his guts about Krousov,

he'll be signing his own death warrant.
He knows that.

So, he'll say nothing.

Scotland Yard won't get anything
on Krousov.

And in a few months' time,

when the spotlight of public outrage
is shining on something else,

we can convince the Yard
to quietly drop the charges.

Operation back on track.

We send him back to Tajikistan
with his credibility enhanced.

There's a police officer in Intensive Care,
something I find extremely regrettable.

All the more reason to shut Krousov down
before he gets involved in anything bigger.

We have to find out where he is.

But quietly.

Keep Beale out of it.

Don't you start, mate.
Four more.

Don't I know you?

I do, don't I?

I don't think so, mate.

Cross, Foreign Office.
You're Neil Trent.

I am, but I still don't think
we've had the pleasure.

Well, we can remedy that.
May I buy you a drink?

Two beers.

We have a friend in common.

Ian Porter.

They tell me you've squirreled him away
into witness protection.

He's quite the talking point, is our Ian.

We're running a book.

I'm going for South Africa.
Am I warm?

Buy you two drinks
if you give me the big tip.

Well, you'd have to do
a fair bit better than that, old son.

Neil.

Pack a bag.

Before I follow Porter to Australia,

you and I have a date in Dushanbe.

- Sally, hi.
- Hi, Charles.

How's your grandmother?

Is she any better?

Oh, afraid not.
She, um--

She passed away.

My condolences.

Uh...

Look, Sally, I won't beat around the bush.

I've got a bit of a problem,

and I think you might be the one person
in the world who can help me out.

I need to locate an agent of mine.

Doesn't sound too difficult.

The only people who know where he is
are Scotland Yard, and they're not telling.

I need someone very clever
to have a sniff around the Yard

and see if they can pick up the scent.

You're asking me to hack into
the Scotland Yard secure database.

It is a matter of national security.

That's why I've come to you,
because I know your loyalty's unquestioned.

Who else would I turn to?

It was the forensic pathologist
who killed all of the prostitutes.

Initially, it was just to cover up
a murder that his brother committed,

but then he got a taste for it, and...

Ah, refill, thanks...

Sue.

Why don't you just ask for the whole bottle?

Or better yet, save yourself some time
and ask for the crate.

Have you met my ex-wife?

- Women's Temperance League.
- Heh!

Your first time down under, sir?

Oh, yeah.

I'm looking forward to it...immensely.

Um...

I'm going for a piss.

If I was him,
I'd throw that key in the ocean.

Right now, it's the only thing in his life
that means anything.

It's probably what's keeping him alive.

To Australia.

24 hours from everywhere.

I've got a cousin in Melbourne.

He's in women's fashion.

Designs it, doesn't wear it,
far as I know.

24 hours by plane, maybe,
but the bomb has to travel by--

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Charles, do you mind giving me a hand?

Certainly, my love.

What if it takes too long for them?

Why must you always
look for the negatives?

To counterbalance
your ridiculous optimism.

How does Porter notify Krousov
where he is?

Well, if I were Porter--

for the moment, I will be Porter--

I'd do what everyone else does.

I'd send Krousov a text.

Why don't you help Yasmin
with the dinner?

Kolya.

Nikolai Sergeyevich,
chto takoye?

Translation, please.

Yeah, it's from Porter.

They put him in witness protection
in Austria.

Austria?

Heh. Australia.

Attention to detail, little bear.

Wars are won and lost on a detail.

Hmm?

How long have you been here, Rona?

Dushanbe? All in all, six years.

Yeah, I love it.
Just love it.

My favorite posting.

Mm. How long has Ian been here?

A year or two.

Easter before last, I think.

Hmm. Who do you think he's close to?

No one, really, but everyone liked him.

He's one of the most decent people
I've ever met, certainly ever worked for.

He's very popular here.

Runs several UN humanitarian programs.

Sounds like a saint.

I won't say a word against him.

You won't find anyone here
to say a word against him.

This drug trafficking nonsense is just--

It's nonsense.
That's not Ian.

Well, we'll be taking statements
from all of you.

You know,
just so you know.

Welcome to Tajikistan.

Thank you.

It's an honor to be here.

..Sherlock Holmes, The Sweeney, The Bill.

They love Sherlock Holmes,
they love The Sweeney,

they think The Bill is the bee's knees.

Why are you here?

Well, to ask for your help
from the Tajik police.

In order to build our case
against drug trafficker Ian Porter,

we need your help
investigating his movements here...

in the last few months.

And, in return,

we will happily share with you
any information that we learn...

about Mr. Porter's criminal associates.

Such as, we suspect,
Sergei Krousov.

They will cooperate fully.

Leave your contact details
with the secretary.

Spasibo.

Spasibo.

You think Krousov calls the tune?

As a member of the British Embassy,
I didn't hear that.

Oh, please. We all know
the country runs on drug money.

Or that.

I'm sure they'll have a very close look
at Mr. Porter's movements.

And report nothing of consequence.

Hmm. Well, not for now, anyway.

Waste of fucking time then,
this trip, isn't it?

Not really. We've still got
to hammer out a relationship.

Well, besides,
we have got an expense account, so...

Hey, what's the best restaurant
in town for us to go to, Rona?

Ha ha. You wouldn't like it.

It's owned by you-know-who.

Perfect.

The drugs had to be planted.

Who by?

Someone who wants to frame him.

And who'd throw away a million quid's
worth of drugs just to frame someone?

Well, the police, obviously,
because then they can confiscate it

and sell it straight back
onto the streets again.

The Tajik police?

I thought you said everyone liked him.

They do.
He's a gentleman.

Which is why he rarely came here.

Hmm. Is Krousov here?

Actually, you don't see him
down on the floor much.

This is but one little corner of the empire.

Look, all I'm saying,
Ian Porter is incapable of a devious act.

A scorpion will always be a scorpion.

You know,
the story of the scorpion and the frog.

I might go take in the sights.

He could've been anything.

He could've...
had Washington.

You fancy him, don't you?

No. God, don't be daft.

Yes! I do.

If things had been different...

if I'd been a little more Keira Knightley

and a bit less Bridget Jones--

But then if things had been different,
he wouldn't have ended up here.

You mean when he lost his son?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

That's why the marriage fell apart.

What happened there?

Not something one asks, is it?

It is my job, so...

I'm not sure.

I got the impression Ian blamed himself.

You have to understand,

he's not interested in money.

That's Krousov's brother Nick. Nikolai.

- Where?
- There.

You were asking questions
about my brother?

Yeah, I was.

He would like to meet you.

Uh...Chief Inspector,
I think it's a bit late for--

Please, follow me.

Julie...

OK, wait a minute.
OK, OK.

Don't. Just wait--

Hey! Hey! Aah!

Help!

I need help!

Aah! Hey!

Help!

Help!

Somebody!

Oh!

Don't ask questions about Mr. Krousov.

Forget about him.

Go back home.

Stay healthy, huh?

Tony Morelli, Mark Wilson. Australian
Federal Police. How was your flight?

Bloody long.

You're here now.
We're here to look after you.

It's just the two of you, is it?

Welcome to Sydney.

Do you like our airport?

Very nice.

Where did you get that from?

My bag.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Porter.

No calls.

I have to call my sister.

If you make a call,
you're advertising where you are.

If I don't call her, she'll get frantic.

We speak every day.

Give me the phone, please.

Oh, let her phone her sister, for God's sake.

No calls.

Someone from the Met will visit your sister,
Mrs. Porter.

They'll give her a plausible explanation.

Good at plausible explanations, the Brits.

Just look at the test team.

Phone, please.

Don't be a smart-arse, Porter.

Can we make a deal

for at least Mr. Porter,

if there's a law against first names?

Did you hear that, Mr. Morelli?
It's "Mr. Porter."

Received loud and clear, Mr. Wilson.

Are we on a budget or something?

Were you expecting a stretch limo
with tinted windows?

Yeah, we've got one of those,
with a bull's-eye painted on the roof.

You want to hide a tree,
put it in the forest.

♪ 'Cause you don't need a broken heart ♪

♪ To know a heart can be broken ♪

♪ You just need to open your eyes ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ We don't need a TV show ♪

♪ To show us which way to go ♪

♪ We just need to do what we know ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh,
oh oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh,
oh oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh,
oh oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh,
oh oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

OK. I'm Bill Murray,

the policeman, not the comedian.

Now, I know you two are probably rooted
and dying to put your heads down,

but there's one or two things
you need to know first.

Our international
witness protection program

has never been breached in 35 years,

and I'm not about to have it happen now.

Could you just step out here
for a minute, please?

Excuse me, sir.

Would you mind stepping out here
for a minute, please?

Now, we've done police checks
on your neighbors

and all the property owners in the area,

and you are totally secure.

None of your bank mates within cooee.

Now, look...

I know that you don't want to be here.

But I'm asking for your cooperation.

You help us to help keep you secure,
and we'll all have a much better time of it.

Deal?

Yep, looks like we've got a deal.

I'll take you through to your bedroom,
Mr. Porter.

Mrs. Porter's through there.

And you're in here.

Does that door lock?

No, no locks.

If your door's shut, we'll just knock.

Why would you want to lock the door?

Make yourself at home.

Oh. Sorry.

It's OK.

It's OK. Stop acting like we're strangers.

Ohh.

I'm sorry that I got you into all this.

Not as much as I am.

How long do you think we'll be here?

Till I tell them what they want to hear.

So...

why don't you?

It's a mess...like I said.

I'll explain it some other lifetime.

Are you, um--

Are you, um...seeing anyone?

None of your business.

Sorry.

No. No, no, no.

I'm not seeing--

Well, I'm not...

seeing, really, no.

Just having frequent sex with?

There's never been anyone except you.

Anyone who mattered.

Can we--

Can we please be kind to each other?

Please?

Pippa!

- Hey!
- Fuck!

- Hey!
- Shit!

Fuck.

Get in!

Go!

Jump off, jump off!

Ohh!

Yeah?

I'm in Sydney. Sydney.
Still on mission.

Still got the key.

Good man. I knew you would.

- I've gotta go, Charlie.
- We've got him.

Tell Krousov that the handover
can happen here.

Ian, I need an address.

42 Bay Road, Newport.

Don't move!

What do you think you're doing, hey?

Listen, I can't go out for a walk.

I can't go to a restaurant.
I can't fucking breathe!

I just need some space,
just for 20 minutes.

Please, it's driving me fucking crazy!

Hey, you listen to me.

You pull another stunt like this,

I'll post your whereabouts
on the bloody internet myself!

Now get in the bloody car!

- Fuck this.
- Calm down.

Hey.

Mmm.

I don't have an on/off switch, you know.

I know, I know, I know.

It was going to be a good one, too.

Ohh.

I have an audition at 9:00.
Had you forgotten?

No, of course not.

It's very important I'm nice and relaxed.

It's the only way I can do it.

Ohh.

- Unless you want me to take drugs.
- No, don't take drugs.

Don't take drugs.

Just hold me.

I will.

In a minute.

What is in middle of Australia?
Nothing.

Great sandy desert.

Just sand?

Simpson Desert.

It's perfect for opium poppy.

Little sandy desert.

Let off bomb, no one knows.

No one cares.
I want you to go.

Now we have address,

Porter will be free soon.

No.

Ian has the key.
He is down there,

so you will do the deal.

I've got to get back to Manchester
for the third term.

What do you learn at university, hmm?

How to grow hydroponic ganja?

I'm not going to Australia
with a bomb in my bag.

This is fucking family business.

This is not fucking Mickey Mouse Club.

This is what pays for the food you eat,

the car you drive,

the shirt on your back.

So, this is what we do.

Guv, what time is it down there?

You up before sparrows?

How's Robinson?

Yeah, things are looking up.

She's out of the burns unit
and breathing on her own.

Good.

Uh, can you just, um--

You just give her my best, all right?

Sure. Will do.

Fuck.

Chin chin.

I, um--

I don't understand
what's going on in your mind.

I mean, do you want to get yourself killed?

I remember when you were
a normal human being.

Oh, I gave that up on October 3rd, 2003.

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare use Louie as an excuse!

You fucked yourself up!

Pippa!

Jesus Christ.

Yeah, he's smashed.

How'd you manage to let him escape?

Hmm? You drinking as well?

Oh, I didn't realize he was a bolter.

He won't do it again.

You've got my personal guarantee.

What's your name?

- Mark.
- Mark who?

Mark Wilson.

Well, for your sake, Mark Wilson,

I really hope not.

According to my briefing notes,
he's some sort of accountant,

and now he's Action Man.

Right.

I know you're not a criminal.

I mean, you haven't got a criminal record.

Well, not until now.

But you haven't even got any
serious traffic offenses, have you?

I've got more form than you have.

But then what happened?

You just go off the rails?

Why?

Boredom.

An overwhelming sense of...

ennui.

- Ennui.
- Right.

Speaking of which...

I know about your son.

Look, what have these people got over you?

'Cause I can help.

I can help you deal with it.

You know, and...

in return, you could help me
destroy their organization.

Just tell me what's going on.

Is it OK if I--

Yeah.

You still love him, don't you?

Help me dig the truth out of him.

I've already told you,

I have absolutely no influence.

Jesus, you'd better work on it, then,
because if you don't,

he is gonna get himself killed.

And it'll be your fault.

- My fault?
- Yeah.

Why my fault?

It takes two to...

to wreck a marriage, doesn't it?

Jesus, isn't that why you're here?

I'd sleep better if we were
in direct control of the op.

Well, that's not gonna happen, is it?

I just don't trust the Russians.

They're ruthlessly efficient.

Exactly my point. They'll probably kill
everybody in five miles, including Porter.

If Beale finds out we let that happen...

and then if he asks what else
we haven't told him--

Our job is to protect
British interests abroad, Shannon.

Everything we do is for the greater good.

I sleep very well at night.

Good morning.

How's the hangover?

Would you, um--

Would you like to join me?

You think sex...

is the answer to everything?

Well, it beats drinking yourself to death.

And it's not about sex, Ian.

It's about intimacy.

Mum never wanted me to be a copper.

What was her idea, astronaut?

No, podiatrist.

She reckons a good podiatrist
is like a miracle worker.

She was only thinking of herself.

Oh, that's a peach.

Check it out.

Hey, how about doing your perving
on your own time?

She's advertising.

Telling me she's interested.

Yeah.
Everybody said you got tickets on yourself.

Oh, yeah?
Give me names.

Listen, dig,

I didn't ask for this babysitting job.

I'm used to working at the sharp end,
so whatever perks come my way...

happy days.

Well, don't get your hopes up.

Only got eyes for her old man.

Bullshit.

They can't stand each other.

Heh. You don't know a thing about women,
do you, Wilson?

That's why you're still single at 42.

Mate, I'm 36.

Right? And I'm single
because that's the way I like it.

You see, I play the field,

and I just pick the winners.

Hey, I got no problem if you're gay.

Just so long as you got the guts
to come out and say it.

OK?

I don't care who you kill.

But you keep Porter alive.

Mm-hmm.

This guy has to be protected at all times.
Pass these around.

Bye.

Stay in the car, Porter,
and get your head down!

Control, this is Security 320.

We need backup now.

Come on!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Fuck!

Are you from Krousov?

- Drop your weapons!
- Drop your weapons!

- All right!
- Hands where I can see them!

Get out! Get out!

Put the weapon down!

Get your fuckin' weapon off me! I'm a cop!

- You on the job?
- Of course I'm on the job!

Now, get after 'em!

Come on! Go!

Thanks for saving my arse.

If he was aiming at your arse,
I would've let him shoot.

Ah, Dimitri Abramovich...

Heh. Tell me good news.

Uhh!

You have cigarette?

Get packed.
We're on the move.

Security's been breached. Let's go.

Come on, let's go.

You're bloody lucky
we didn't lose an officer today.

This was to be a low-risk job.

Nobody mentioned the Russian mafia.

Since when have they
been involved in African aid fraud?

We're working on a revised
threat assessment,

I mean, Scotland Yard,
and it should be on your desk by--

Just explain to me right here, right now,

why the Russian mob were interested
in a bean counter from Brussels.

Well, what happened today was a--

Well, it was a complete shock
to all of us, so...

Please.

I know bullshit when I hear it.

And I hear a lot of it
whenever your mob come knocking

with a witness protection request.

I don't like putting my officers' lives
at risk unless I know why.

So, if you've got anything to tell me,

tell me.

It's a miracle the Australians
didn't lose an officer.

The only way we can calm everyone down
now is to offer a mea culpa,

tell them exactly what Porter's been up to
and why we're calling it off.

If we call it off now,
what do you imagine is gonna happen?

We'll save some sort of face
with the Yard and the Aussies.

- And Krousov?
- There will still be Krousov.

Free to import shiploads of heroin
into Britain,

and tanks and rockets into Afghanistan,

all with us having lost
our best chance of stopping him.

You seriously believe we can retrieve this...

shambles?

Yeah. We have to.

I don't think we should be worried
about upsetting the Aussies a little bit.

There are a few blanks in Mr. Porter's story.

We hadn't picked him as one of yours.

The drugs thing was an attempt
to establish his bona fides.

Nothing more.

Deplorable business.

Since when has Six been permitted
to operate on British soil?

I mean, does Five know?

Shame on you, Winston.

Oliver, you've investigated Krousov.

You know how vital it is
we stop criminals like him

before they get a foothold in the UK.

I'm asking you to look at the bigger picture.

Release Porter.

Even if I thought you had a case,

he's under Australian Federal Police
watch now.

Can't you bring it back home?

As far as the Yard is concerned,
he's a drug trafficker in witness protection,

and that's the way he'll stay
until he testifies against his masters.

Aren't you scared?

God, I am.

I mean, yesterday,

what happened in London.

You're quite safe.

Yeah, with Laurel and Hardy over there
looking after us.

They could be out there right now.

- It's my fault, isn't it?
- What?

What are you talking about?

I shut you out.

I did.
When we needed each other the most--

Nothing, nothing is your fault, Pippa.

Ian, I want to help you.

Please let me. Please--

Pippa, I keep telling you,
I do not want you involved in my mess.

It's my mess.

Well, do you want me to go?

No, no.

I'm sure they can find me
another place to hide--

No!

I--

I'd prefer it if you were...

..nearby.

With you, or with--

Oh, God!

With me, yes!

With me, Pippa.

OK.

OK, then I'll be here.

I do wish you'd tell Hales
whatever it is she wants to know.

You're her secret weapon, are you?

Why didn't I take that bloody key
when the man offered it to me?

Porter's the only one who can put himself
in a position to pull this thing off now.

We're gonna have to find a way
to extract him.

We don't have a field team in Australia.

And, anyway, how would Krousov react
if Porter was freed by someone else?

He's like us.
He just wants Porter freed.

Charles, if we pull out now,
we can still limit the damage.

We've concealed the truth
from the head of Intelligence.

We've lied about a threat
to national security.

If we pull out now,
they'll call us traitors.

But if we hold our nerve,
get the result,

- we'll be heroes.
- At what cost?

One dead so far, one dying.

An officer doing her job
and a Russian criminal.

- He doesn't count, obviously.
- How many more, Charles?

Not a soul for 50 miles.

"Be a good chap and bring the bags, Morelli,
would you?"

"Bloody oath, Your Lordship.

"It'd be my honor."

If anybody comes snooping around, we're
just a bunch of bushwalkers on holiday.

You try anything smart,
I'll shoot you this time.

Not to kill,
just to incapacitate.

Are we clear on that?

You see--
Look, if Krousov's in jail,

he won't be able to
hunt you and Pippa down.

I can't believe that you're so naive.

I mean, why put Pippa through this?

You're the one who invited her here.

Yes...

because she was being threatened.

I picked this up at the house.

Banjo Paterson.
Have you heard of him?

I mean, what would Pippa want you to do?

What does she feel about this?

Australia's Poet Laureate, by all accounts.

It's strangely compelling,

riveting stuff.

What does she think about you, Ian?

"There was movement at the station,

"for the word had passed around

"That the colt from old Regret..."

- Jesus. Just who are you?
- "..had got away

"And had joined the wild bush horses,

"He was worth a thousand pound..."

- Just stop it.
- "So all the cracks...

"had gathered to the fray."

- It's very good.
- Yes.

"All the tried and noted riders

"from the stations near and far

"Had mustered at the homestead overnight,

"For the bushmen love hard riding

"where the wild bush horses are,

"And the stock-horse snuffs
the battle with delight."

Decoupage.

- Decoupage.
- Mm-hmm.

You ever heard of frottage?

Frottage? No, what's that?

It's when you rub up against someone
on public transport

for reasons of sexual gratification.

No, I can't say I actually do that myself.

Do you?

Only on Thursdays after tea.

Look who's here.

Have a nice day, dear?

Hello.

Wine?

Yeah, go on.

No, thanks.
We're on duty.

We'd be happy to share
a joint with you, though.

It's a joke, Morelli.

Mm-hmm.

Lovely lady.

Your wife.

Ex-wife.

Are you asleep?

Don't.

What's the matter?

Wilson turn you down?

I'm not interested in him.

Not anyone.

Except you.

Ian, I'm trying to work out
what happened to you.

How have you ended up
doing such stupid things?

I've tried to atone for my sins.

Oh.

Hmm. So, you're still claiming
all the blame for yourself.

Oh, God, Pippa. You know...

he'd still be here

if it wasn't for me.

I brought the dogs home.

It was me. Me.

- That's the truth.
- I don't blame you.

Ian, I never did.

I just hated you for ignoring me.

I didn't ignore you, Pippa.
I didn't fucking ignore you.

- Yes, you did.
- I was grieving!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Well...

Yes, you did.

You were so wrapped up in your own grief,
it was as if I didn't even exist.

I wanted to grieve with you.

I wish that we could have done that.

I miss him.

I miss him every day,

every moment, all the time.

I know.

I know.

I miss him every day.

And I miss you.

I miss you so much.

The buyers have the 100 million.

Now, Nicky, you must take it down there
and meet them.

450 counts per second is OK.

If it hits 700, then kaboom.

It's absolutely stable,

but don't get too close,
not if you want to make babies.

And you will sleep with her every night.

She is your new girlfriend.
Don't leave her alone.

When do I get the key?

Ian will call me again.

It will be fine.

- Wilson.
- Hmm?

Hmm.

Zoom in.

Turn the sound up.

Good one.

I need your help to get away from here,
to get out of this.

So you won't have to go to jail?

No, it's not about drugs. It was
never about drugs. I'm not a drug smuggler.

It was just a smokescreen,
a side thing.

- But you did know about them?
- Yes.

The problem is, what it's really about
is kind of out there.

Well, Ian, after the last couple of weeks,
I think I'm ready for "out there."

I'm only telling you this so
you'll understand why I have to go away.

It's not because I don't want to be with you.
Because I do. I really do.

OK.

It's about...

nuclear suitcase bombs
from the old Soviet arsenal.

What?

I know, it's fucking insane.

It's fucking insane.

But there is a suitcase nuke on its way
to Australia now, and we--

Morning.

Been looking everywhere for you.

And now you've found us.

Yes, I have.

OK, so how many of these things
did he say are out there?

I don't know.
I mean, it sounded like a lot.

And if they can fit in a suitcase--

- But what's Ian got to do with it, exactly?
- I'm not sure.

I think he's trying to help sell them
or something.

Did he say where they are?

One's on its way here.

Right. So, who's got them?

Has he seen them?

No. I don't know.

OK.
All right, he told you this this morning?

Yes.

And it was after you started
to feel close to him again.

And it was before he said
he needed your help.

You said that you would get him
a lighter sentence

if I got him to tell the truth.

Well, I think that I've done that, right?

So, what you do with it is up to you.

Had he been drinking?

What, this morning?

No. No, I don't think so.

And you believe him, do you?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

Did she, uh...

reveal anything useful?

Any, uh, juicy tidbits re Krousov?

No, I don't even think
she knows about Krousov.

But, um...

the one thing she did want
to talk about, sir, was--

Christ, it sounds absolutely mad, but...

Have you heard anything about, um,

about some suitcase bombs?

Give you a hand, shall I?

No, thanks. I'm fine.

What's wrong?

What you were saying out there...

was it true?

It wasn't, was it?

No.

It is true.

I've, um--

I've been working on it with, um...

a friend.

Charlie Van Koors.

Oh.

Charlie?

Yes. Charlie, as it turns out,

is MI6.

We've been working on it
for quite some time,

but everything that we've done,

all the groundwork, everything,

it'll all be for nothing
unless I can get out of here.

I need to get out of here,
so I need you to create some sort of--

I don't know. A diversion.

Can you do that?
Can you help me?

Mm-hmm.

Why you?

Ian, why you?

Why me?

Well, why me indeed? I don't--

Well, because...

I wanted to do one thing.

One tiny little thing...

to make some difference,

some...

miniscule difference...

in this fucking awful world.

It's an awful world, Pippa.

Every night, when I close my eyes

and I try to sleep,

I can see his face.

He's looking at me.

He's...staring at me.

He's watching me, and he's asking me

to do something.

So...

this is for him.

And for you.

Fuck!

No!

Fuck.

Porter?

Porter?!

Porter!

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