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We're getting into bed with Russia.

If we want
this friendship to succeed,

we must put the past behind us.

Elena wasn't just an asset,
we were lovers.

Sasha? Because he's my son.

You're totally compromised
with the Gavriks.

You can't expect complete trust
from Harry. He can't even give that
to himself.

What brings you to London?
Your deal with the Russians.
How did you find out about that?

I think I've figured out a way to get
the proof against Jim Coaver.
Tell me it's clean and simple.

We'd need Elena and Sasha.

The CIA want to destroy
the Partnership between our two
countries before it's even signed.

This is an attack
on both our nations.

She's a deniable asset
for a Central Intelligence Agency.

Coaver sent her to kill you.

24 hours, Jim,
then I'm coming after you.

We'll create a new role for you.

Tell me to stay and I will.

Go as soon as you can. I don't want
you involved in what's coming.

It's Sasha.

We need to talk.

Today.

So what are you doing about Jim
Coaver? It's being taken care of.

That's what you came to ask me?

What happened with my mother
in Berlin?

Whenever I ask her,
she won't talk about it.

Changes the subject.

Elena didn't want to go back
to Moscow with your father.

She begged me to extract
her from Berlin.

But you didn't.

You abandoned her!

No! I was fully prepared
to extract her.

We packed up the whole station.

As far as I was concerned,
we were gonna collect her from
the exit point at Treptower Park.

But Jim had other plans.

He said Elena's defection would
compromise an ongoing operation

and possibly endanger
the lives of innocent civilians.

He would kill me
rather than allow that to happen.

But why did Coaver do it?
He was protecting his agents.

For him,
Elena was just another burned asset.

And what was she to you?

A loss.

You could have tried again?

Taken her from Moscow somehow.

Sasha, I understand your need for
answers. But what's done is done.

And leave Jim Coaver to me. He has
more recent sins to atone for.

Besides, would you have really
wanted to have grown-up British?

I would have wanted
what my mother wanted.

Sasha.

You called.

Our American friend is scheduled
to fly to Rotterdam at 11am.

Right, that decides it.
We take Jim Coaver.

Do we have
any official authorisation for this?

From the Home Secretary, for example?
Sadly, no.

Did we even try?

We did not.
We assumed it would be futile.

What about Ruth? She must have him
tied round her little finger by now.

Ruth's official title is
security adviser to the Home Office.

She'll be liaising between them
and us. She won't be disappearing.

Speaking of Ruth, are we gonna
do anything? Bowling could be fun.

I'm sorry,
we're about to kidnap a CIA Officer.

Why are we discussing
Ruth's leaving do?

Erin's right, but I will take
responsibility for whatever happens.

However, if anyone feels
they can not fully commit
to this operation...

Good. Calum, you're on mobile comms.
Dimitri, I'll need you in a suit.

'Alpha Three, his car's arrived.'

Roger that.

The driver's
calling Coaver's phone.

No sign of security.
You're clear to go.

'Good morning, Mr Francis.
Your car's waiting for you.'

Target's cover name is Francis.

Car for Francis? That's me.

Let's go.

He's in the foyer.

'In position.'

Mr Francis?

Yes. Thank you.

Right.

What the hell is this?

Morning, Jim.
You leaving the country?
Yeah, I'm going to the Hague.

Oh, you've got to be kidding.

I'm afraid you may have to postpone
your mini-break.

Calum.

Ruth.

Back already?

Where is everyone?

Um... not sure.

Where's Harry?

Hey, you're the boss.
Nobody tells me anything.

No. I'm not anyone's boss.

Listen, I'd better...

Sure.

Home Secretary.

Are you with Harry?

'Er... no. Why?'

One of the CIA's bods
didn't turn up for a flight.

They think he's been kidnapped.
Or worse.

Do you know the officer's name?
Yes, I've got it here.

It's James Jeffrey Coaver.
They're quite het up about it.

Some American foetus
just said he'd get medieval
on my backside, whatever that means.

Can you shed any light?

Not currently. But, um...
I'll see what I can do.

Calum? You remember how I said
I wasn't your boss?

Ruth.

Harry, what are you doing?

By your tone,
I'd say you already know.

Then let him go
before it's too late.

I'll take the consequences
if I'm wrong.

How did you sell it to Erin
and Dimitri?

That this is about justice for Tariq?

This is about Elena Gavrik
and you know it.

You're still in love with her.
And it's clouding your judgement.

I have to go.

Then I have to tell Towers
what I know.

So be it.

Whoever that was, Hal,
you should've listened to them.

You Brits!

Who do you think formulates
CIA policy? Scooby-Doo?

The only reason we give
a rat's ass about your country

is because you let it be
a breeding ground for fanatics.

Are we happy that you're cuddling up
to the Russians? No.

It's one more foot hole in Europe
for them.

But if we wanted to stop you,

we wouldn't have to resort
to scare tactics to do it.

That includes taking out
your office boy.

Tariq was a bit more than that.

No offence.

Some taken.

So you don't know this woman?

No.

Do you often solicit girls
from parked cars?

Is that a trick question?

I will speak to you alone.

Harry has kidnapped a CIA Officer?

Yes.

Do you know where he's taken him?

Yes.

Ruth, you're my adviser.

Advise me.

All right.

I'm acquainted with this woman.

She's not CIA, she's a private
contractor, Israeli-trained.

Nom de guerre is Veronica Duran.

What's your business with her?

We use Duran
for deniable ops in the UK.

That's why I was meeting with her.

Now if you think she's connected
to this other stuff,

that is
a matter of concern for both of us.

Don't you ever get tired of lying,
Jim?

What?

Two days ago, Elena contacted you.
She arranged to meet you.

You turn up near the meeting point,
this woman approaches your car.

You talk. Straight after you leave,
she attempts to kill Elena.

Now whoa, whoa, whoa! It was Duran,
she fixed up the meeting place.

She had information for me,
she told me, and I left.

Are you telling me, after that,
she tried to kill Elena Gavrik?

I don't believe you!
God damnit, Harry, if that's true,
it's gotta be a set-up.

What have I done
to earn your distrust?

I lie when I have to.

But I consider you a friend.

And you remember,

I have sat on everything
I know about you

and Elena Gavrik for 30 years.

In our business,
that practically makes me a saint.

I think that's the least
you could do.

Oh, oh, I see.

You still blame me for that, huh?

Well, you believe
what you need to believe, Harry.

What's that supposed to mean?

We lied to her,
then we left her to rot.

Yeah, you see,
I can't feel guilty about that.

Lying is how we turn people.
That's what we do.

Falling in love with them,
that's the cardinal sin.

Harry, we've got a problem.

Sir Harry Pearce?

Yes? Agent Lindsey Glenn, CIA.

We have reason to believe that
you're holding one of our directors,
Mr James Coaver, against his will.

Is that correct, sir? He's
helping us with an inquiry, yes.

Mr Coaver has diplomatic status.

It's an offence to hold him
without charge. Please surrender him
into our custody.

If you don't comply immediately,
we will use force.

Erin.

Mr Coaver.

Well, the cavalry's here, huh?
Are you all right, sir?

Yeah.

You are? Glenn, sir.
Special Activities Division.

SAD, huh?
Well, that makes me feel important.

All right, Agent Glenn, at ease.

Maybe this situation
isn't as bad as it seems.

I have orders to get you back
to the Embassy.

Safely. Pearce is now regarded
as a rogue officer.

Fine. So let's go.

This was a pretty dumb move, Harry.

I'll smooth things over.

And we'll figure this mess out.

Together.

OK, got it.

It was Ruth.

She told the Home Secretary.
He told CIA.

How did Ruth find out?

Calum told her.
He said she pulled rank.

Harry Pearce? That's me.

Agent Tom Defoe.
I work with Jim Coaver.

Where is he? What do you mean?

What I mean is you're holding him.
Where is he?

You're CIA?

No, the Mickey Mouse Club.

Where is Coaver?

Oh, my god! We've got to move.
Trust me!

All right, got it. It's a grey van.
Where is it? Searching now.

Come on, Cal,
I'm driving blind here.

They could have gone full circle
and be heading the other way by now.

If they want out of here fast,
they'll head to an arterial road. Got
it! Heading north on Edgware Road.

55 seconds ago.

Heading northwest. Got it locked in.

Er, you've got a CIA car
100 yards behind you.

Want me to keep them updated?
Yes. Good work.

All right, you should have
an eyeball on the vehicle...

now.

Got it.

Come on, Dimitri,
we've got our seatbelts on.

Can you get a shot on the tyres?

Take the shot, Erin!
Harry, if he loses control!

Shoot. That's an order!

Sons of bitches! Whoa!

We need an ambulance, now! Jim.

You keep still.
There's an ambulance on its way.
Why? D'you think I need one?

Harry, listen.

In my hotel room... on my laptop...
there's a file.

Get to it before someone else does.

What's on it, Jim?

Harry, I would never
have done it, you know.

What? In Berlin. I would never have
shot you. You know that, don't you?

I know that, Jim.

What the hell happened?

Mr Pearce, I'm going to have to
ask you to come with me.

And, with regret,
I'm going to have to decline.

Stop right there!

You killed a CIA officer.
You don't walk away from that.

I didn't kill anyone.
He was thrown from a moving van.

I know you kidnapped Jim Coaver
and now he's dead.

I understand your anger, son.
I feel it too.

But, contrary to what you may
believe, you are on UK soil,

subject to British laws
and we do not allow foreign agents
to wave their guns around.

You want to call me to account,
go through established channels.
Is that clear, Agent Defoe?

OK, let's get back to
Jim Coaver's hotel.

Are you sure?

Yes, thank you.

Jim Coaver is dead. What happened?

Unclear, so far.
Only one thing is certain.

If Coaver had caught that plane,
he'd still be alive.

'Elena didn't want to go back
to Moscow with your father.

'We were going to collect her
from the exit at Treptower Park.'

Ah, you are awake.
I wasn't asleep. I was thinking.

You should think less
and sleep more. Tell him, Ilya.

He sleeps. But not in beds,
like a normal person.

Still, you'll be in your own bed
in a week, with luck. Will we?

If this morning's session goes well,
we're on track to sign in seven days.

Isn't that good news? Mmm.
So, I might go shopping. Oh, no.

I think there are some shops
in London I have yet to see.

Should I come with you? No, no.
You will just be bored.

Go with your father. I'll be fine.

Sasha, have the car come.

What happened? The CIA have moved
his stuff to the American Embassy.

So what now? We have to retrieve
that laptop, one way or another.

By retrieve, do we mean steal?
From the American Embassy?

Why do we need to get it
before they do?

Surely they'll share any information
they find? We can't rely on that. Not
after today. That's not my point.

What's on that laptop
that we need to get to first?
That laptop is our only lead.

If we let the Americans get to it
first, they will bury it.
A CIA Director is dead

because of what we did this morning.
Now you want to steal evidence
from the American Embassy?

No. I am Section Chief.
I will not condone another illegal
and hostile act toward our allies.

Not without proper authorisation and
certainly not without knowing why.

You're right, of course.
Go back to the grid.

Find the people
that killed Jim Coaver.

Thanks for the support!

He deserves our trust.

Even if it buries us all?

Thank you for coming.

Tell me you don't live here. Nobody
lives here. Well, nobody real.

Best not. We're not
supposed to be here.

Elena. Jim Coaver is dead.

He was murdered this afternoon.
By whom? I don't know. Yet.

I can't feel sorry. He did try to
kill me. He denies that.

He says... He SAID... that he wasn't
the person that's been running you.

And you believe him?
I'm inclined to.

But who would be so desperate to
kill the partnership as America?

If it was not Jim then who, Harry?

Who?

Any luck on the recog.

Only one returned match.
Jovan Milic. Serbian.

Of course. The Serbs. After the war
in Bosnia, he became a mercenary.

Spent some time
in Sierra Leone, Colombia.

Doesn't exactly narrow down
who hired him. Anything on the van?

They found it in Lewisham
in a lay-by.

Prints? DNA? Burnt out.

Ilya. Has he changed over the years?

How do you mean?

As a man. As a... husband.

It took me many years
to see him as that.

To begin with I felt like
he was... my captor.

But after a while, I realised he and
I were both trapped in our own ways.

Me, by my betrayal.
Him, by his duty.

For a man you betrayed so
completely, you speak fondly of him.

For all I hated his beliefs,
his system that he defended.

He was a good man then
and he's a good man now.

He never left me standing
in Treptower Park with Sasha,

waiting for an extraction
that never came.

Why are you asking about Ilya?

I don't believe Jim Coaver
was behind what's been happening.

Which only leaves Ilya.
No. I don't believe it.

Ilya is a modernist, a politician.
He has put all that behind him.

You can't put it behind you.
Look at us.

It can't be Ilya.

I share his bed.
I would be able to tell.

Maybe he kept it from you most
of all, Elena. What are you saying?

That he might know about us?
We cannot underestimate him.

Elena.

Kiss me. It is the least that
you can do. Elena.

I'm sorry.

I could have done so much more.

Please... please,
don't let it be him.

If you think we'll gift-wrap him
and drop him at Grosvenor House,
you've got another think coming.

Well, this clearly warrants
a face-to-face. Today at five?

Good.

Why the hell am I defending Harry?

The Americans want a scalp,
I don't blame them.

Oh, er...

I'm sorry, I have to take this.
Is it Harry?

No, it's er... It's my mother.

Just like old times.

You look tired. I feel tired.

I don't know who to trust any more.
That includes myself. What?

Elena Gavrik said the same
thing about you.

That you couldn't even
trust yourself.

I didn't know what she meant.

You have the wrong idea about Elena
and I. I don't blame you.

Guilt can look a lot like love.

I did try to extract Elena
and Sasha from Berlin.

I wanted to bring them here,
to Britain.

It was Jim Coaver that stopped me.

But the reason I didn't tell you
about her wasn't heartbreak.

It was shame.

Shame of my own cowardice.

Really, she's a stranger to me.

But I feel this sense of duty
to protect her. And him.

The boy, most of all.

Well, er...

guilt is something I understand.

And jealousy, too, it would seem.

But both of them can blind you
to the truth.

The truth? You said yourself...

whoever's behind this
knows about your shared history
with Jim and Elena.

'This is beginning to positively
reek of Ilya Gavrik.

'Before Coaver died, he said it
was all in a file on his laptop.

'What? They've taken that laptop
to the American Embassy.'

Someone with a high level
of diplomatic clearance
might be able to lift it.

Oh, bloody hell.
No, you are not serious.

We'd give you the full backing of
the Grid. Harry, I'm a civil servant
now. I have a PA called Margot.

I don't work for
the security services any more.

This will be the last time.

And I will take full responsibility
for all my actions

and that includes everything
I've asked you to do.

I'm going to stand down
after this mess.

I'll resign my commission,
whatever happens.
I'm not asking you for that.

I know. But we both know it's time.

OK, so I find this laptop, then what?

'Bring it straight to me.

'I need to see Jim's files
before anybody else does.'

All right, we're up and running.

I want to be kept updated
every step of the way.

Not staying for the big show? I have
some thoughts to follow up on.

A "you're so amazing, Calum"
would have been nice.

'Celeste, do you hear me?' Copy,
Chimera. Approaching the Embassy now.

Are you sure this earpiece won't
set off any alarms? 'Absolutely.'

Plastic fantastic.

I do appreciate you coming along
to this, Ruth. You didn't have to.

I need to learn the ropes, don't I?

Oh, well.
Into the Valley Of Death.

Home Secretary.

Good afternoon, this is
Ruth Evershed, my Security Adviser.

OK, did we know she was coming?

Miss Evershed has
the highest security clearance.
It's all been OK'ed.

By who, sir?
By the Ambassador.

All right, sir. If you'd like to
follow me, I'll take you up.

Hearing everything loud
and clear, Celeste.

Now first we need to locate
Coaver's laptop.

'Get the USB device I gave you
into any computer
on the Embassy network.'

If it's connected
or even if it's just inventoried,

we'll be able to find that laptop.

I'll can only speak to you in
between security sweep cycles
so don't panic if comms go dead.

Clear your throat if you understand.

Is she in? I thought you
weren't condoning this.

Thought I'd best see
what was going on.

Save me those awkward silences
in the witness box.

They're sweeping for bugs, Celeste.
We're going dark. Stand by.

If you'd like to take a seat,
I'll see if they're ready for you.

Hello, Richard. Ruth, Richard Croft
from the Foreign Office. Minister.

Ruth Evershed, my security adviser.
Pleased to meet you.
So, where are we?

Word is they're going to kick a few
of our people out of Washington.

Sorry, excuse me one minute.

Hi. I'm sorry to bother you.

I don't suppose you've got any
paracetamol, have you? Oh, er...

paracetamol. You know what, I... I
don't. Let me ask around. Thank you.

Sure. No problem.

Word is you've got
some maverick running amok in Five.

She's done it. Well done, Celeste.
She can't hear you.

How will she know when to remove it?
She won't, until we're back on line.

Jane, do you have any paracetamol
around? OK, thank you.

Come on, where are you?

Thanks.

This is taking too long.
Thanks. That's a big help.

I found some for you.

Oh, here's something.

No, it's logged in on
the wrong date. It's not Coaver's.

You're from California? Oh, yes.

I spent an exchange semester there,
way back when. Oh, really?

Where were you?
Er, Berkeley. Mm-hmm.

Got it! Storage room C266.

What d'you study?
International relations.

Comms are back open. Er, Celeste,

we have the information.
You're free disconnect.

Crikey! Are these Brit-proof?
Here. D'you want me to try. Thanks.

You have to line up the arrows...

Pop. Yeah. There you go. Thanks.

Find the main corridor that leads
to the stairs. 'Er, do you have
a water cooler around here?'

'End of the corridor, turn left.'

'This place is crawling
with cameras.'

'It's all right.
I'm in complete control.'

Very clever.

'I'm on the third floor, top of
the stairwell.' Take the first right.

'Now through the door,
right in front of you.'

It's alarmed.

Disengaging it... now.

It's a storage room.

It needs a manual combination.

OK, give me a minute.

All right, it's one, seven, seven,
six. 1776?

That's unbelievable!

Argh, it's huge. It's a warehouse.
Well, it's in there somewhere.

OK, right it's names.
Names and dates.

OK, I've got a crate.
It's today's date.

Do you see the laptop?
Yeah, it's Coaver. Got it.

Home and dry, Celeste.
She's wasted on the Home Office.
Now for the hard drive.

The screws have been stripped
down. They're not turning.

Towers is being
called into the meeting!

If you don't get back, they'll start
looking for you. Get out of there!
OK, we'll resort to plan B.

'It's a risk.
The laptop's been inventoried.'

They'll know it's missing. Yeah,
but by then it'll be too late.

'This scan shield better work,
like you says it does.'

We'll find out
when you walk through security.

That's reassuring. Thank you.

Going dark, Chimera.

Ah, Ruth, we were beginning to think
you'd been extraordinarily rendered.

I'm sorry, this is Ruth Evershed,
my Security Adviser.
Pleased to meet you, Mr Ambassador.

Er, listen, could you do without me
on this one?

What? Why? Sorry, I'm not feeling
very well. Of course, of course.

Ms Evershed.

'It's done.' You have it? 'Yes.'

I don't know. I feel like
I've been manipulated.

What? 'I feel like you told me
all those things.'

And they were good things to hear
and brave things for you to admit

and then you ask me to do this,
to lie to the Home Secretary.

Am I just another asset to you,
Harry? Like Elena was?

'Maybe all you feel for me is guilt.'

They look the same,
you said so yourself.

You're reading too much into this.
I'm not exactly known for my tact.

This is the man who proposed to you
at a funeral, remember?

Yeah, that's true. You do have
the most awful timing.

'That is true.'

Er, should I bring it to the Grid?
No. To my house.

Your house? No, no,
it'll be encrypted.

'Come on. All those years
at Cheltenham?'

You can read whatever
there is to be read.

Let's just keep it contained,
all right?

All right. I'll see you there.

The van used to transport Coaver
was bought with cash from a
second-hand dealership in Coventry.

You got CCTV? This is Sanzo Morales.

He's a legend in the bomb-making
world. Cut his teeth with Forma,
trained up the Basques.

Did some work for Mossad too.
Another mercenary.

Looks like someone hired
a small private army.

What have you dug upon our mystery
kidnappers? Not much on two of them.

We don't even know
who number three is.

We're assuming he's a mercenary,
like the rest of them.

You pulled everything you can get
from other agencies? Yes.

Cross-referenced the two names
you do have on our systems? Yeah.

Cross-referenced them with
index-linked global military
databases, both active and defunct?

No? What do you people do all week?

Oh!

Rustam Ilescu.

Hello, Agent Glenn.
Moldovan-born merc, US educated.

The whole gang is there.
Gang is right. Seems like
he's the ringleader of this lot.

Recruited the other two in Kosovo,
training the Liberation Army.

Then again for assassination
missions in Chechnya. Oh.

That's not good. What is it?

In between leaving the Moldovan army
and becoming a mercenary,

Ilescu spent three
years as a private bodyguard.

For Ilya Gavrik.

Start running image traces on all
the CCTV we can. Dimitri,
double-check the border agency.

Nothing's flagged up so far
but we need to be certain these
people aren't still in the country.

And find out where Gavrik is.

No, it's not right.

You're stalling for time.

You have five more attempts
before I kill you. You won't.

You don't know me
and you don't know who I've killed.

Now open these files!

D? Got passport data for everyone
fitting the bill who's left
the country since the kidnapping.

They're still here.

Credit card activity linked to
the same address registered to
Morales' forged driving license.

Chuck it to my screen. Transaction's
only just been processed.

400 quid spend at...
SGH Motor Sales. Three hours ago.

I think they just bought
another vehicle.

Are we going to be there on time,
Christopher? Yes, sir. Shame.

Still. Bad form to keep
the PM waiting, I suppose.

Bloody hell! Stay in the car, sir!

That was a bomb. No.

I know the sound... Keep working!

Sasha, please.
Sasha, listen to me!

Home Secretary, how are you?

You'll have to speak up.
I can hardly hear a thing.

Do you even know who's responsible?

My driver is dead. He has
three daughters, Harry. Three!

I mean, what bloody use are you
if this can happen?!

Erin? 'The people who planted
the bomb are the ones
who took Jim Coaver.

'Hired mercenaries, top level,
no political affiliation.'

But Harry... the ringleader used to
be Gavrik's personal bodyguard.

Harry?

It's gone. What? The hard drive.
I'm so sorry. Gone?

I couldn't stop him. Who? Sasha.
He took it. I'm so sorry.

The Prime Minister has cancelled
his trade trip to the Far East

following today's car bomb attack
on Home Secretary William Towers

in which his driver, 33-year-old
Christopher Waverly, was killed.

The minister himself
sustained only minor injuries.

As yet, no group has claimed
responsibility for the attack.

The BBC understands that
there is concern at Downing Street

that the incident could affect
the ongoing strategic
partnership discussions

between Russia and the UK.

The Partnership, which would see
British trade, defence

and energy interests allied closely
with their Russian counterparts...

is seen by the government
as key to...

I come in peace.

But I am, of course, prepared
for war, should you prefer it.

We have houses like this in Russia.

Old soldiers of the Cold War
live in them.

They are smaller than this
and yet still too big.

It's very good of you to come
all this way just to give me
tips on home decor, Ilya.

I say it so you understand.
I do not live in a house like this.

I have a wife and a son.

I have a tortoise in the garden,
if you can believe that.

We have friends and relatives.

It is a place full of life.

It is a miracle for anyone
to find love, Harry,

and especially people like us.

You cannot find
the same solace in ideology.

You have to take a hold of love
when you find it,

however imperfect, whatever
the compromise, whatever the cost.

So, whilst I still work for Russia...

I no longer have any dreams for
her, nor any enmity towards the West.

We are all of us faded empires.

Whether we sign this treaty or not
is of no personal interest. Me?

I have a tortoise in the garden.
And you know what's funny?

He looks a lot like you.
Sounds idyllic,

until you consider all the people
you've executed to get there.

And, of course,
you've never killed anyone, Harry.

The difference is, I changed my life.

It gets so much easier
to kill as we rise.

All we have to do is pick up
the phone. And I hate that.

I want the gun to be in my hand.
Not in some boy's I have ordered.

Sitting behind a desk, being God?

That way lies a black soul.

A cold heart.

I didn't want to be you.

What do you want, Ilya?

I know Elena spied for you.

The KGB took her, less than two years
after you fled from Berlin.

She was suspected of espionage,
interrogated.

I thought at first it was a mistake.
I soon realised it was not.

I felt betrayed, of course.

But I couldn't bear the thought
of losing her.

I did everything I could.

Pleaded her innocence,
even as I knew her guilt.

And... miraculously... it worked.

They let her go.

I never told her I was the one
who secured her freedom.

So, all this time, you knew.
That you had turned her.

That she had spied for you.

That she had loved you.
And that it had ended.

Not many people live with betrayals.

It may be the least I deserve.

And look at you. What do you have
to show for all these years?

I have a house and a wife and a son.

And a tortoise in the garden.

'Harry it's Towers.
This thing with Jim Coaver.

'The Americans are proving
difficult to appease
and want their human sacrifice.

'I'll see you later but I wanted to
send you an early smoke signal.

'give you a few hours, in case
there's anything you need to...

'wrap up.'

The Americans want you.

I'm afraid we're going to have to
give you to them.

Jim Coaver died in your custody.

Whatever he might have done,
he was a CIA Deputy Director

and you're at least
partly responsible for his death.

'They also seem to think you
purloined some laptop or other.'

We'll look after you
once you're over there,

make sure you're not in an orange
jumpsuit having country music
blasted at you day and night.

Will you go quietly
or are you going to make a stink?

I'll go quietly if you do one thing.

Bring forward the signing
of the Russian partnership to today.

Do it now to avoid any further
attacks. Are the terms in place?

Nearly. Then sign it today.

You wouldn't refuse my last request?

What happened to you, Harry?

I'll come and see you before you go.
And I'll give evidence,
I'll do whatever... No.

Sorry you got roped in again.

It's odd.

I've put in an offer on a house.

It's in Suffolk, on the coast.
It's lovely.

But the thing is...

I can't picture myself actually
living there. You keep trying.

If you manage to form a semblance
of a normal life after... everything,

it'll be your crowning achievement.

Wait, Harry, no, this can't be the
end. Well, let's pretend it isn't.

'This is Sabre One,
we're bringing him in.'

Jim Coaver served with my father
in the 82nd Airborne.

You appear to have suffered a fall.

Let us know if you feel
you require medical attention.

I have to see Harry.
I have new information.
I'm afraid that's impossible.

He's being taken to the US to answer
questions about Coaver's death.

There's a US Hercules flying out of
Welford. Secure diplomatic flight.
I'm betting Harry'll be on it.

We could try a direct extraction.
Stay where you are, both of you!

Jesus wept, Harry,
what are you playing at?!

Then we must resort to
the contingency plan, immediately.

There is a Russian ultra-nationalist
terrorist inbound to Heathrow.
God help us!

So leave the Service. With me.
While we still know who we are.

I speak with the full
authority of my government.
Reprisals will be immediate.

We're facing a terrorist threat.
You're threatening us
with an act of war!

Where is my son? Harry! He's with me
and so is your wife. You won't!
Then I'm coming to get my family.

You couldn't possibly get here
before she tells me the truth.

Harry, you better be
more certain about this
than anything you've ever told me.

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