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You cannot override the White House and
expect no repercussions. You're out, Harry.

I may not be your boss any more,
Ruth. There's no need to be insulting.

I have something for you.

Our job is to deal with
the present danger.

We won't get a second
chance to find this weapon.

- You know she offered me your job.
- What did you say?

They couldn't afford me.

- It's good to have you back.
- It's good to be back.

If we are to fail, then a lot of
unpleasantness will come our way.

Photo, Di! Di!

Oh, no!

Peter.

Oh, Peter! What
have they done to you?

What have they done to you?

Ruth, it's all right.
It's me, Angela.

- Put the light on.
- Thought I'd wait for you in the warm.

I said, put the light on.

- I could have injured you.
- Why you so jumpy?

Well, you are a burglar.
How did you get in?

If I were you I'd get Malcolm
and his techies to up your security.

- Malcolm is still at Thames House?
- Maybe.

We'll set him a test. Get him to
upgrade and see if I can still get in.

- What do you want?
- You've forgotten the date, haven't you?

Oh, no.

I'm so sorry.

Peter killed himself
a year ago tomorrow.

Oh, Angela.

I wanted to marry him, you know.

I proposed to him. After they fired
him from the Royal Protection Unit.

I thought you
broke up after that.

We pretended to. It was his
idea. To protect my career in MI5.

What did he say?

No.

We saw each other, though.
Like spy lovers avoiding the spies.

Why didn't you help him, Ruth?

How? You know how tight
they are about Royal Protection.

- You were his sister.
- Stepsister.

You were in GCHQ.
You could've helped him.

He was protecting
Princess Diana.

When they found out about his drinking,
they fired him. He couldn't be near her.

He found out about the plot.

What plot?

The plan by the security services to
assassinate Diana. Which succeeded.

That is insane. You know it is.

Peter was fired on 1st August
1997. On 31st August, they killed her.

The nation's heart.

No.

It was a car crash. An accident.

No, it was murder.

And I can prove it. We'll
need to get an MD viewer.

Well, actually...

Bring work home, do you?

- When did you get that done?
- Undercover with the INLA in '92.

That was a great operation.

The Contingent Events Committee.

This is a no-eyes document.

It's meant to be
destroyed after it's read.

It was in Peter's things.

- How did he get it?
- From Diana herself.

- How did she get it?
- She was a clever woman.

You could go to jail.

Why do you think I microfilmed
it and hid it in my tooth?

- It's not funny.
- Read the next page.

- PD?
- Princess Diana.

- Harry?
- Oh, yes.

I've never heard of the
Contingent Events Committee.

Course you haven't. File
number 954396G130497.

The last six numbers must
be the date 13th April1997.

You can start by looking to see
if Harry's diary for then still exists.

- Can start what?
- Our investigation.

We must get details of how they organised
the crash in Paris, and murdered her.

This is just a crackpot
conspiracy theory.

Think, Ruth.

A no-eyes document.

The security forces killed
the People's Princess.

It's the greatest
scandal of the age.

Your brother killed himself
because he couldn't prove it. You can.

- And you want to, I know you do.
- Stop it!

- Do it for Peter.
- No.

- Then do it for the country.
- It's madness.

All right, I'll go.

But I know the spook inside
you is saying, "What if?"

What if, Ruth?

Home time soon.

- Do you fancy a drink?
- Er... don't know. Maybe.

- You seem a bit down today.
- Oh, it's a funny throat.

- You want a lozzy?
- No. No, I'm fine.

I'm gonna send these back to
registry. You done with that one?

Not quite, no.

- Did Steinberg show?
- No.

Nine days on obbo
and not a whiff.

- You coming to The George tonight?
- Yes, please.

- Ruth?
- What?

- George, tonight?
- No. Adam!

Yes, Ruth?

I, erm... No, it doesn't matter.

I just came across something.

Have you heard of the
Contingent Events Committee?

- Can't say that I have. What is it?
- That's what I was gonna ask you.

- It could be clandestine.
- Attached to Anti-Terrorism?

I don't know.

Anti-terrorism subcommittees
are top secret, but they're listed.

- Ask Harry. He loves clandestine.
- Yeah, but don't mention it to him.

I mean, I'll talk to him.
There's no need for you to.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

Isn't that...

Hello, everyone.
I've got a treat for you.

Angela Wells.

- Oh, God.
- Miss Wells.

- Zafar Younis. Very pleased to meet you.
- And I you, Mr. Younis.

- This is Jo Portman, junior field officer.
- I'm glad to meet you. You're a legend.

Am I? Sweet of you to say so.

Miss Wells. We've
never met. Adam Carter,

Intelligence Officer.
I joined after you left.

- Recruited from MI6, weren't you?
- Yeah.

I heard. Old spies don't die, they
just sit with their ears to the wall.

I'm very sorry about your wife.
Accept my sympathy for your loss.

Thank you.

- Hello, Ruth.
- Hello, Angela.

- To what do we owe this visitation?
- I thought I'd come and see you, Harry.

- I smuggled her in. Since she's retired.
- Tut, tut.

I've got to be at Downing
Street... five minutes ago!

Learn from this woman.
She's got a lot to give.

- Harry.
- Juliet.

Glory! Miss Wells!

- So long. Is the tooth...?
- Still operational.

Tooth? One of
Malcolm's greatest ideas.

Ruth?

Harley Street dentist did it,
under the Official Secrets Act.

- And anaesthetic, of course.
- What tooth?

Microdots. For when Angela
went on the INLA op in '92.

- Those were the days.
- That op's famous.

The youth are dazzled.

Come into my office. You can
tell tall tales to the troops later.

- No. Get her out.
- What?

- Get her out of here, now!
- Ruth, what's the problem?

I don't think I'm going to
leave this early, do you, Ruth?

- I think you better do what she says.
- Do you, pretty boy?

What?

Please, all of you.
Do pay attention to me.

This is a trigger. It
sends a signal to there.

The explosive's concentrate
34, plastic explosive,

developed by the
Ministry of Defence.

It's concealed in
the sides and bottom.

This trigger, and the detonator which I
can operate with the flick of my thumb,

is an old but reliable Czech
system called a Seva Gola.

It has a range of 100 metres.

Malcolm, explain
what this means.

Oh. Well, concentrate 34 is very
powerful. It's a very sweet explosive.

- Sweet?
- I mean effective.

One ounce is equivalent
to at least a kilo of TNT.

I have five ounces.

Do go on.

The Seva Gola remote
detonation system

was developed by the Czech
secret service in the '70s.

It's never been
bettered for reliability.

Tell us what the effect would
be if I pressed this button.

It would kill all of us. And probably
many more people in the building.

The building probably
wouldn't survive.

Well, Harry, looks like
you've been handbagged.

- What do you want us to do, Angela?
- I want you to order a lock-down.

Lock-downs are ordered when an intruder
gains access. If I order one, they'll know.

Don't pretend to be thick,
Harry. Not a real one.

Tell the switchboard you're calling a
lock-down exercise, to isolate the Grid.

Tell them it's an exercise
when it's the real thing?

Neat, eh? You! Lock the pods.

Right.

- How do I do that?
- Don't be a smart-arse. Do it.

Done.

Now, Harry...

- Call the switchboard.
- Lock-down exercises are usually...

Harry! All of you!

You have got to cooperate. I am
prepared to die. Understand that.

This is Harry Pearce, Section D.

I'm ordering a spot lock-down

commencing in 15 seconds.

Disconnect all telephones
and communication lines.

You'll be contacted by
messenger when to reconnect.

- Now, Angela, can we...?
- Wait.

You! Cut the top
off that water cooler.

Right, all mobile
phones in there.

- You know what this is about, don't you?
- No talking! No talking!

Right, briefing.

- Tell them, Ruth.
- Tell what?

The reason I'm doing this.

- You will never get away with it.
- I don't care.

- I told you I couldn't help you.
- No, you refused to help. Different thing.

- This won't bring Peter back.
- This isn't about Peter.

It's about this
profession, this country,

that we're supposed to protect
but which turns on its own.

Tell them.

Angela believes

that Princess Diana was murdered
by the British security services.

By us.

- What's funny? You find that funny?
- No.

That your boss
was on a committee

that ordered the faking of the
car accident which killed Diana?

Angela, what are
you talking about?

You, being chair of the
Contingent Events Committee.

- The what?
- They organised the assassination.

- This is madness.
- You can't deny there was a committee.

I can. Angela, you
must let us help you.

Peter Haigh.

Do any of you, apart from
her, know who he was?

You don't, do you, you bastards?

Peter Haigh. He was fired from the
Royal Protection Unit attached to Diana.

Clever as well as pretty.

- What was he fired for?
- He had a problem.

- Indeed he did. He knew the truth.
- It was an alcohol problem.

He drank because of the truth.

Very good people often do.

I loved him. She didn't, even
though he was her brother.

Yes, I remember. He was your
stepbrother, wasn't he, Ruth?

Yes.

Angela, if this
is about family...

Peter knew what you were planning. But
they fired him before he could prove it.

- There never was such a committee!
- Yes, there was!

- No, Zaf!
- No!

It's all right.

Karate Kid? That it? Martial art training,
didn't get it in my day. It's a CIA fad.

- Nearly got you all blown up, Harry.
- And you.

- And me.
- You don't care about yourself?

Me, I'd be pleased to join the hail of
human mincemeat if I pressed this.

Right! New arrangement.

Someone get me some handcuffs.

Handcuffs! Come on. Standard field issue,
good old-fashioned bobby's handcuffs.

Get me two pairs.

Put one cuff on her wrist.

And the other cuff on the handles of
my beautiful Italian leather handbag.

Bought it for a
wedding, by the way.

The other pair on the desk.

Everyone, back! Way back!

Now... giggler.

We're gonna go, quietly,
into the meeting room.

These are my demands. I want to
know details of how Diana was murdered,

with hard incontrovertible
evidence of the conspiracy.

How security could have been breached,
a full account of how she was murdered.

Then I want the evidence taken to
every newspaper and television room.

When that is done, I will surrender to
you. You can do what you want with me.

What if there is no conspiracy? Are
you gonna blow yourself up, anyway?

Prove Peter wasn't
lying, and live.

Put me with the bag.
Jo is a junior officer.

Oh, stop being a
leader, pretty boy.

You're a resourceful lot.
You'll go into a huddle and plot.

You're spooks, it's your nature.

But I've had the training,
too, so don't be stupid.

I was better at the game than the
lot of you. Except perhaps you, Harry.

I couldn't have murdered Diana.

You've got until dawn.

And just to impress on
you how serious I am...

..I want to die, really.

I really do.

Come on, giggler.

Every 30 minutes,
he reports to me.

Don't let me get too suicidal.

Would you like a coffee
or a tea, or something?

I'm sure that someone...

Or some water?

I joined the service
because of you.

Not exactly, but...
you were held up to us.

- You were a heroine.
- Giggler, stop it.

I just... always
wanted to meet you.

Yes, dreamt of becoming
my friend, haven't you,

while being handcuffed to
five ounces of plastic explosive?

No.

You are trying to
get into the first step

of the hostage and
siege procedural manual.

Personalise the situation.

So that I will break
down and say,

"Oh, I am sorry, I didn't realise
you were a human being."

Listen.

The only human being I
care about blew his brains out.

I cradled him in my arms,
his blood all over me.

Now, shut up.

It's an old device,

- It's operated by radio. Neutralise it.
- Short-range high frequency.

If it was modern,
we could mess with it

but this is old technology,
the best for this type of job.

Where the hell
did she get it from?

Agents tend to build up private
collections of equipment over the years.

Someone walked off
with a microdot reader.

Treat this as an operation.
Adam, you're in charge.

I'll dip into the files,
see if I can profile her.

- Is there no way we can get to her?
- We've got mace and firearms.

- But, with that Seva Gola, it's too risky.
- We're into mind games, then.

Don't underestimate this woman. She
mastered in psychological manipulation.

Let's keep it simple.
Prove she was right.

- Even if she's wrong?
- Absolutely.

- Send a false story to the media?
- It won't be false.

- It'll be how MI5 murdered Diana.
- Don't get you.

Put together how MI5 could have
murdered Diana. The most convincing case.

- And that's what we'll sell to her.
- All right.

Malcolm, see if there's anyway
you can knock her out in there.

- Ruth, I want to talk to you.
- Good.

But, first, Colin, come with me.

Looks like Adam Carter's
running the op. As you'd expect.

Is he the wonder
boy they say he is?

Giggler, I asked you a question.

- My name's Jo.
- No, it isn't.

I'm de-personalising
you to "giggler"

so that when you tell me about
your sick mother and your pussycat

I don't break down in tears and
say, "Sorry, sorry, you can go."

Adam's brilliant
at his job, yes.

- Mm. What do you think his game plan is?
- I don't know.

Guess. As a promising spook.

You must make judgements
about his decisions all the time.

Don't you want his job
sometime in the future?

- He's going to do what you want.
- Is he?

Yes.

I think not. I suspect Adam
Carter's deeply devious. No?

Can you warn them outside
to clear the rest of the building?

Not with a lock-down.

- Short of digging our way out.
- Could you do that?

Well, the main ventilation shaft's
on the other side of that wall.

Can you get through it?

We can try.

OK, just one of you do it. The
rest of us will have to stay in view.

Colin?

Right.

If you can get the hole
big enough, go through it.

What's this?

- The tunnel in Paris, where she crashed.
- Good.

Are you all right?

This woman's a heavyweight.

We're nowhere near
knowing what her real game is.

Mind games, giggler.

That's what we're in for.

But Adam Carter could get you
killed, along with all your friends.

But, you being so
close to the explosion,

there'll be hardly anything left of
you for your poor sick mother to bury.

- How do you know my mum's sick?
- Is she?

- How did you know that?
- Mind-reading.

Like the psychics,
the palm readers.

Mention a few commonplace things,
cat, mother, something's bound to be true.

What is it, cancer?

- You bitch.
- Yes.

Yes, circumstances can
change you wonderfully.

We are what happens to us.
Don't you find that to be true?

Looks like Ruth's
about to own up.

- Ruth?
- She's been a naughty girl.

I wanted to love her, you know.

She could have
been my sister, too.

- You knew about this.
- She came to see me last night.

She what?

I sent her away. I
didn't have an inkling...

- Well, why didn't you report it?
- Guilt?

Yeah, say guilt.

My stepbrother, Angela
and me, it was complicated.

For God's sake, Ruth.

She gave me this. It's MD film.

I got in early and blew it up.

- PD.
- Princess Diana.

- Harry's name's attached.
- Yes.

There's something
else. Harry's diary.

Entry for 13th April, 1997.

Look at the morning. Meeting.

- So?
- Other meetings are marked. This isn't.

The dates, his name. He must have
been at the Contingent Events Committee.

- This is nonsense.
- You mean it's a fake?

It is a fake. Dreamt up
by some spotty paranoid.

There's a lot of Diana conspiracy theories
out there. Where did you get it from?

Let's just deal with this situation. Are
you sure the Committee never existed?

Of course.

And you never served on it?

Since it never existed,
obviously I did not.

Have you found anything we
can use to get at this woman?

I'm not past the basic
details yet, which are dazzling.

Newnham College Cambridge,
double first in modern languages.

Athlete. University blue in the 10,000
metres. Almost made the 1984 Olympics.

Fast-tracked to the
Home Office, and to us.

And to cap it all, her father
was the Bishop of Norwich.

- The makings of a heroine.
- Or a serious lunatic.

- Why didn't you show him the diary?
- I think this committee really existed.

An MI5 committee? That organised
the death of Princess Diana?

Angela's right? What kind of organisation
are we working for? State assassins?

- You know we've killed people.
- Terrorists.

- Where do you draw the line?
- You draw the line with her.

An innocent young
woman the people loved.

Just calm down. We'll
take this step by step.

If we're gonna confront Harry, we need
proof, confirmation from another source.

We can't make email enquiries. We can't
access the records of other departments...

We can get into our own
databanks, though, can't we?

- Yes.
- So work with that.

Right.

Now, what are you up to?

Take the cutting arm off?

Use it as a knife?

Great.

- You OK?
- Don't talk to her.

She's roughing you up
so that we worry about you.

- Oh, Adam Carter.
- Don't let her do it.

- What is Malcolm doing with a guillotine?
- Planning to cut off your head.

- He's making a chart display.
- Really.

So, apart from putting up a few
pictures, what else have you achieved?

We've only had a half an hour.

Bring me everything on
Royal security protocol.

In Paris, MI5 got round
the security measures.

I want all the
documents, every scrap.

Maybe I'll find out how
MI5 did this before you do.

- Sure.
- Get on with it.

- Any sign of them?
- Sign of what?

Don't play the silly billy. Minutes of the
meeting where they decided to kill her.

- What if they don't exist?
- They exist.

- Security protocols?
- That's all we can find.

Who's working my profile up?

Harry?

I'll lose my patience.

Suddenly.

I'm very impulsive, you see.

I'm in despair, you see.

That much.

Bear that in mind.

But you must know it's not true.

You must.

You know what
this country lacks?

A culture of death.

We used to have one, of
course, when we were Christian.

OK, I'm ready.

Don't forget we're
only playing "What if?"

What if Harry organised the assassination
of Princess Diana? I think he could have.

- You don't mean that.
- Don't I?

It's the conspiracy
theories, they suck you in.

Yeah. Yeah, they do. Some
say it was caused by Satanists.

Diana's Mercedes crashed
into the 13th pillar in the tunnel.

Or, the limo was
stolen by the Israelis.

Steering was modified, so it could
be controlled by remote radio signal.

Now Mossad did it?

No. MI5 and MI6 did
it in a joint operation.

And I'll show you how.

The British Embassy in Paris

denied ever knowing that
Diana had arrived in Paris.

But they did.

The night before,

two very high-ranking MI6
officers arrived at the embassy.

- Do you know who they were?
- Yep, Mace and Siviter.

The heavy brigade.

The point is, everything at
the hotel was orchestrated.

Look at this.

What do you see?

It's a classic
stakeout procedure.

Everything can be observed and
overheard, but everything looks natural.

- What's this?
- How we killed the Princess.

At the front of the
hotel were paparazzi.

They were in a frenzy to
get quotes and photographs.

But were they all
really journalists?

Three of them, leading the jostling
and shouting, can never be traced.

British security officers
were picked up on

the hotel's CCTV,
loitering around all day.

So, what's going on?

MI5 wanted Diana's
party to switch cars.

The Mercedes S600, parked at the
front of the hotel, was heavy and armoured.

But the alternative car, parked at the rear
of the hotel, is a light Mercedes S280.

A much, much easier target.

And driven by Henri Paul, head of security
at the Ritz but not the regular driver.

- And he was drunk.
- No, he wasn't.

Now, that's the MI5/MI6 cover story,
"Diana killed in drunk-drive accident."

Henri Paul reported
for duty at 10pm.

No-one reported him drunk.

On CCTV his
movements are normal.

The autopsy, after his death in the
crash, showed his liver was normal.

The police say the car
left the Ritz at great speed.

CCTV footage shows
it left at normal speed.

A few days earlier, he'd passed a rigorous
medical exam to renew his pilot's licence.

He had a passion
to fly light aircraft.

Yeah, but the police found
high alcohol content in his blood.

It wasn't his blood. His family claim the
samples were mixed up or even switched.

The sample that's supposed to be Henri's
had a large amount of carbon monoxide.

It belonged to a suicide, who'd drunk a
lot before he died from car exhaust fumes.

OK, so an MI5/MI6 field team
get Diana out of her usual car

and into a more vulnerable one
with a less experienced driver.

What then?

Then they assassinate her by staging
the accident, and they do it like this.

The road by the Seine
goes into a tunnel.

Henri Paul...

accelerates to get away from the
paparazzi who are following on motorbikes.

Behind is a big white Mercedes. Now, this
is the control vehicle for the operation.

Behind that is a
small, white Fiat Uno.

The Fiat Uno overtakes
first the control vehicle

and then, when Diana's car is deep
inside the tunnel and most at risk,

it pulls alongside.

It was driven by agents to distract
Henri Paul at the crucial moment.

The Fiat Uno pulls away, and behind there
comes a motorbike with a pillion rider

and this pillion rider is
carrying a hand-held strobe light.

This strobe, smaller than a cigar, is
tuned to a cycle of 12 hertz per second.

The strobe blinds Henri Paul, just
for a moment, but that's all it takes.

The car crashes.

The People's Princess dies.

At the 13th pillar.

And Satan has his way.

I'm believing it. God!

OK, if we have to, that's
the story we'll give to Angela.

Story or truth?

Protect the heart of the nation, that's
what we're meant to do in this job.

Instead, did we rip it out?

I've found a trace
of the committee.

Look. These are registry
files cached on our system.

When you delete a
file, the tag remains.

- The file's still on the hard drive?
- No, it's been over-wiped manually.

But?

But back in the '90s, a hacker
got into the Thames House system.

- That nine year-old from Macclesfield?
- Yeah. He used a keystroke virus.

And it's still filed in
a quarantine folder...

..and on it... there's
a log of filenames.

- The file existed.
- So did the committee.

And Harry's on it.

What are we going to do?

They've discovered something.

Your big idea, pretty boy?

Dig a hole, your idea!

I felt the vibrations
in the wall.

Ah, every man's dream.
Escape from Stalag 13!

All right, I'm stopping.

There's steel bars
in the way, anyway.

Get out!

Dawn!

You've got till dawn.

Harry. You denied it to Angela's
face. Tactical reasons, I can see that.

But I have to ask again. Did you ever
serve on the Contingent Events Committee?

This is a printout from
the registry computer.

The record of the
meeting was overwritten.

But I have retrieved
a mention of it.

Also, this is your diary,

from 1997.

13th April, there is an entry
for a morning-long meeting.

- This is the same date...
- As that on the microdot document.

- Yes.
- Yes, what?

Yes, the committee
existed. And I was a member.

- You planned Diana's death?
- Yes.

- Why?
- The woman was unstable.

There were fears she was being
manipulated by undesirable influences.

She was causing untold damage to
the central pillar of the British State,

the Royal Family itself.

It was felt if an accident
could be arranged

there would be outpourings of grief which
would, paradoxically, unite the nation.

We were right in that.

You killed her.

What are you going to do?

Tell Angela. Er...
lift the lock-down.

Call Special Branch to arrest
you for conspiracy to murder.

Better do it, then.

It will defuse this
terrible situation.

- Unless, after all, it's not true.
- Of course it's not true.

I should bloody well think not!
Have you two lost your reason?

The committee was there to
operate worst-case-scenario exercises.

Imagine the worst,
to be able to prevent it.

We had to look at
Diana being murdered.

The Government were
terrified. She was a loose cannon.

Out at all hours, all
over the world, with men.

She was an
irresistible target to the

loonies who are swarming
across this planet.

- We had to look at it.
- What did you fear the most?

An attack in a car, being
pursued by paparazzi.

Probably overtaken
by a motorcyclist.

A pillion rider could shoot
out the car tyres using a 5.7.

I've not...

Ultralight weapon,
fires a frangible bullet.

Blow out the tyres. The car
crashes, preferably in a closed space.

Dear God.

- You predicted her death.
- Yes. But it was an accident.

We were terrified. We tried to cover
all traces of the scenario document.

But bureaucracy always
leaves a slime trail.

I've got to give her something.

Zaf's faking a document.
I could make her buy that.

No. We've got to get her to
surrender to us. And you shouldn't do it.

No, there's too much
between her and me.

You mean Peter Haigh.

I'm sorry, Ruth, I've been busy looking
at the psychiatric assessment reports.

Hers and yours.

- My file?
- The key is your stepbrother.

There is something you
could tell her, isn't there, Ruth?

No.

- Let me take her Zaf's material.
- This building will be rubble in seconds.

Don't forget, we're
talking about Angela Wells.

Ruth.

Ruth. What do you want?

Let her go and I'll tell you.

No, no.

There was a committee.

Harry sat on it.

- He worked out how to kill Diana.
- Oh, my God.

Let her go and
I'll tell you more.

Go.

The plan to kill Diana

was to fire a
disintegrating bullet

from the pillion of a
passing motorbike.

The front tyre bursts,
the car crashes.

Peter was right.

No, he wasn't.

Harry's committee was
examining worst-case scenarios.

The horrible thing is they
nearly predicted the crash.

But they didn't cause it.

There was no motorbike
assassin, no plot.

Just fate.

- Are you trying to get us all killed?
- No, Angela.

I've got to tell you something.

About something that happened,

when he was 20 and I was 18.

You slept with him.

Is that what you're
trying to tell me?

You see, there were rows.

His father wasn't getting on with my
mother, they were going to break up, and...

Peter and I, we got
close to each other.

No.

We... We fell in love.

We ran off together.

For a mad week.

To Blackpool.

Blackpool.

It was winter.

The town was all shut
up, it was oddly beautiful.

We stayed in about the
only B&B that was still open.

You see, it shouldn't have been...
my mother and his father who met.

It should have
been me and Peter.

When we went back,
there were terrible scenes.

Strangely... it patched
things up between our parents.

And I... I just left.

That's why you never got on with
me. You were still in love with him.

Yes.

He always drank, Angela.

Most of the time in Blackpool,
I was drunk with him.

He was a dreamer.

And in love with me.

Always.

Never with you.

No.

Don't.

- Well done.
- You think so?

- You broke her.
- Maybe I broke me, too.

- That's adrenaline withdrawal.
- Is it? Good. Thank you.

Ruth...

I lied. I said I'd slept
with my stepbrother.

I sold myself, my
feelings, to manipulate her.

You think I'm a limited man. You think
I don't understand the emotional side.

Self-control, self-denial, these are the
things which keep us together in this job.

- You told a lie about your personal life.
- I can't bear that I did.

- But aren't you proud you had the nerve?
- It was horrible.

Aren't you proud you told the lie?
You talked Angela out of that room.

I...

Oh, God forgive me.

You're a born spook, Ruth.

I stole the MD reader.

Then return it.

There is plastic explosive.

But no mechanism.

I've had an idea.

So, we're all agreed.

This is our decision.

I'm sorry, but I hate it.
She was vicious to me.

Jo, you and I never
knew this woman.

In her time she saved
many, many lives.

We have a debt to her. It could
be any one of us sitting in that chair.

Angela, we've got a
proposition for you.

We're gonna treat you
as a victim in the field.

You mean that?

Thank you.

Thank you.

I've ruined everything
I believed in.

- I've destroyed myself.
- It's OK.

- No, this is wrong, you can't let her go!
- It's a spook tradition.

If one of us goes to pieces during
an op we get them out of trouble.

- But this wasn't an op.
- To her, it was.

There are conditions.

- Silence.
- Yes.

Leave the country. We never see you again.
If we do, we throw you to the wolves.

Yes. Thank you.

I lost my way... so badly.

I must smarten
up before I leave.

Without your
handbag, I'm afraid.

Zaf, get a messenger
down to Control.

Tell them to lift the lock-down.

How to explain a hole in
the wall to Internal Services?

Mice.

- Jo?
- Steep learning curve.

I feel like I'm on one, too. The
trouble is, it's curving down, not up.

Angela was the last person
I expected to see in pieces.

Hiya. You two look like death.
You been out late with Angela?

No, after she left, we had a
night-long lock-down exercise.

That's keen of you. General
sharpening up, I thought.

I'm glad she inspired such dedication to
staff training. Bit late in the day, Harry.

- Harry! There's a document missing.
- What document?

I made a list of all
the papers we showed

to Angela, and they're
all here but for one.

- Has she taken something?
- Yes.

It's the report on the new security
measures at Buckingham Palace.

It was a blind. It's her MO, she twists
and turns so we don't see her real target.

- Which is?
- The Royal Family.

Adam Carter. A woman's
just left the building. Stop her!

- Her Majesty is at Buckingham Palace.
- I want a national alert.

Get me Sir Petrie Meacham. I'm
moving the Royal Family to Pegasus.

- Pegasus?
- Top-security royal protection bunker.

- Will someone tell me what's going on?
- I fear we may have a situation.

Yes, we're fully up to speed. The
family will be with us in three minutes.

Nothing. We've got 250
officers in and outside the palace.

- She can't have slipped through that.
- Maybe she's waiting.

- No, she'd move in case we got on to her.
- Which we did.

Did Princess Diana
ever go to Pegasus?

Yes, in 1987.

Was Peter Haigh assigned
to the princess in '87?

Yes.

- Are you thinking...?
- He could have told her about Pegasus.

This is the most secret installation.
There's no way a lunatic could get in here.

- You mean a lunatic like her?
- You mean this is her?

- When did you employ her?
- Seven months ago. Electrician.

- You let her get at the electrical system?
- She passed all the vetting.

Where's your control panel?

- Down here.
- Ruth, get Malcolm over here!

- What's she done?
- In seven months, with her know-how?

Something nasty.

We have to get
everyone out of there.

- That's not possible.
- What do you mean?

- I must call the bomb squad.
- No time.

Malcolm?

There's strong readings for
explosives, but I can't see...

Oh, no. She's coated the wires
themselves and replaced the casings.

It must have taken her months.

The entire building's
rigged to explode.

Adam, speak to me.

Malcolm.

- You had no idea which wire to cut.
- It was one of them. Why not all of them?

Have you any idea how
dangerous that was?

Not as dangerous as standing here
and waiting for the clock to hit zero.

Yes, I know.

I froze. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- All secure?
- Yeah. The Royals got to Scotland yet?

- On their way. Malcolm?
- I sent him back to Thames House.

- He OK?
- Fine.

Malcolm!

Nice work. Adam told us you cut the wires,
stopped the device with seconds to spare.

Terrific, Malcolm.

- He said that?
- When he phoned in his field report.

He was full of praise.

I see.

- We couldn't protect the Queen.
- We stopped the bomb.

- But not the bomber.
- We'll find her.

Malcolm?

Adam's report was wrong.

I panicked. He covered
for me. I can't let him do that.

- Yes, you can.
- No.

You see, bravery's
something I dread.

This is the
Coriolanus nightmare.

The greatest fighter in your army turns
against you, to destroy all you stand for.

She staged the whole thing just so that
we'd put the Royal Family into Pegasus.

She knew we'd let her go.

- She knew we'd let her walk away.
- We had no choice. It's the code.

- Time to get rid of it.
- You can't.

If one of us goes to pieces
no one else is gonna help you.

- Angela Wells is beyond any code now.
- There is still a way we could help her.

What do you mean?

Kill her.

Yes.

I want the anti-terrorist committee
to declare special powers.

I want authorisation
to shoot to kill.

Get inside! Get inside!