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♪ Realistic ♪

♪ Nihilistic ♪

♪ They ♪

♪ Twist around news ♪

♪ On six o'clock news ♪

♪ Light up the sky ♪

♪ Like the 4th of July ♪

Knight Bachelor

to receive the honor of knighthood

for services to popular music.

This way, Sir Riff.

Riff, Sir Riff, come a long way since your grunge days.

Youngest man to be knighted.

Oh, he's still a rocker really.

Aren't you babe?

What did the queen say to you, Sir Riff.

She said that her corgi were musically more intelligent

than I would ever be.

I was very upset.

That is such a lie.

She said, "My grandchildren really love your music."

I know, I said.

Here he is, here he is.

My son and heir.

Hey, what's it all about?

Alfie, look.

Sir Riff, what's next?

Well, I suppose we'll have a bit of a party.

Oh yes.

Don't bloody.

Baby.

Bye.

Goodnight.

Shit.

Riff, Riff, someone took Alfie.

Oh.

Baby.

It's okay, it's okay, we'll call the police.

The police won't get him back.

We've been knighted, I want hard bastards, I want MI5.

Horrible experience.

"Realistic Nihilistic" is a jewel

in the crown of British grunge.

Is it?

15 million copies worldwide?

Beggars belief.

Look, it's distressing about the child being taken.

But why does this service have to be involved?

Downing Street insists Harry.

And it won't do 5 any harm

to be seen to be doing something cuddly.

Cuddly?

Find the kidnappers,

get the child back in time for the Sunday papers,

then the country might love us too.

Any word from the kidnappers?

Not a squeak.

Take it, we ignore the drugs we're finding.

I'll keep a note.

I've never handled a kidnapping before.

In this we are all virginal.

Abduction procedures please kidnap unit's bible,

read it and speedily digest.

Harry, this is police business, what are we doing here?

Kissing behinds.

Dreadful business.

Has Malcolm put a tap in?

He.s tried but the knight of realm's lady doesn't like it.

The manual says the first stage

is to secure the cooperation

of the kidnapped victim's close associates or family.

What are they like?

I did not agree to that.

- I understood. - Then un-understand.

I don't want a black box bugging my grief.

Kidnappers usually make a ransom demand

by phone, and quickly.

When they do that, we need to record them.

What, trace the call?

We'll do that.

But they'll use a public phone

and be far gone by the time we get there.

It's the tape that's really vital,

that can tell us so many things.

Background sounds, accents.

No, I'm not having spies getting off on my private calls.

You use a mobile phone.

We've detected an anti scanning device in your house,

state of the art.

Of course.

He gets it.

We're snooped on the whole time.

We really need to record a call from these bastards.

Oh, okay.

Plug it in.

So you're the boss Spook.

Absolutely.

You're no James Bond.

Do you want some tea?

Thank you very much.

I can't believe this.

God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

I'm being a difficult cow.

Just, I want you to get him back.

That's why I called Downing Street.

Well, we'll do our best.

But this is really police work, you know.

But you're secret police,

you've gotta be better than the other lot.

Do you want a drink?

Actually, it's a little early for me.

There are a few questions.

This girl who distracted your security guard,

any idea who she is?

No, I don't know her.

Ms. B, we have to find this girl.

I don't know her.

Look, please call me B.

Ms. B is so cold.

My real name is Brenda.

But when I started modeling,

they said they couldn't do anything with a name like Brenda.

It was the '90s, my image was everything.

Absolutely.

So what's your name, Mr. Boss Spook?

John.

Find him from John.

I'm dying inside.

Why haven't they rung yet?

They will.

How many kidnaps have you handled?

Dozens.

Want some of this?

No, I'm working.

So am I.

I'm writing a new album.

How's that going?

Well the sick thing is, you know,

I ain't had a lyric coming to me for weeks

and then as soon as they told me

that Alfie had been snatched,

one came straight into me head.

What, a song about him?

Yeah.

I thought I thought I better write it

about a girl, you know.

I thought I might be a bit tacky if people knew

it was about Alfie.

♪ God phoned ♪

♪ Leave alone ♪

♪ Skimmed a whole new room ♪

♪ Come home, Danny and pa can't take no more ♪

♪ I'm on the floor ♪

♪ Can't take the pain no more ♪

That's great.

That song's crap.

It is gonna be all right.

I've got no idea.

Baby.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, don't cry.

No, where is he?

He must be starving by now.

It'll be all right, it'll be all right.

Really?

Yeah.

Everything working?

It's all operational.

Yes.

What?

I got through the scanning device,

we can listen to her mobile.

13 hours and 24 minutes since the kid was taken.

The book says contacts usually made in the first six hours.

So we need to stay sharp.

I have an informant to see.

Michelle.

Adam.

My salad.

Madam.

I'll have the meatballs.

Thank you, sir.

Tell me what you know about Riff and B.

Well, his career's on the slide.

The great album was 10 years ago.

Since then, it's, you know, tracks with strings,

Christmas, novelty songs.

He's lost his edge.

Her modeling career has lasted longer than most.

Some say it's bone structure,

some say she's a strat shag.

A what?

A strategic shagger.

So why does the nation love her?

Fame and lust?

Riff and B are a mass sexual fantasy.

The danger for them is that at any moment

it could turn into a blood sport.

You can't run this.

Look, I'm your window into Fleet Street.

You need my help.

Help me in return.

You're in breach of the official Secret Act.

Oh, who isn't these days?

Anyway, I know all about what's going on.

I did an exclusive deal with Riff and B this morning.

What, their baby goes out the window

and they're on the phone to some.

Trashy, gossip magazine that I edit.

Of course, what else do you expect them to do?

Look, I'll hold that from the next edition

if you talk to me.

Shred the hard copies and delete all the images

from your computers.

So MI5 are investigating the kidnapping.

Fantastic.

♪ Digging all my love away ♪

♪ Away ♪

Excuse me.

I said, excuse me.

Sorry, Harry, research.

Brilliant album, bit of an oldie.

Do you mind?

This is my youth.

Yes.

Harry, it's, it's John Sylvester.

Trying to call in a favor here.

Look, you remember I helped you outta that jam

when I was in the foreign office.

That business with the Sheik from the Gulf and the casino.

That was a while ago.

John, what's the problem?

If I wasn't a government minister, TV face.

What is it, money or a woman?

I went with a girl in the park.

What park?

Kensington Gardens.

We were in a hotel and she said,

"Let's go do it in the park for fun."

She was fun.

But all along she knew who I was.

She made the threats,

the tabloids.

So you want me to find her?

She may be in a hospital.

I lost control.

I hit her.

She fell.

She hit her head on something.

The way she was lying looked strange.

How did you contact her?

The mobile.

Then I think it ought to be destroyed,

don't you?

Professionally.

You are at Portcullis House.

Are we spying on each other now?

Come on Harry, we both have that place under surveillance.

Tracking MPs, mistresses and drink deliveries.

Sylvester,

is it money or a woman?

Neither.

Really?

No memory on a chip is ever deleted.

Not even in a politician's phone.

Tags are left to hidden files.

Digital ghosts.

We retrieved these photos from a sim card on the phone.

Hard copies.

But who is she?

Why is there no progress

on the kidnapping of baby Alfie?

I've told you to run this personally.

Adam Carter, is running it, full stop.

All right.

There is another dimension to this.

Downing Street are wondering whether, after all,

the knighthood was appropriate.

Downing Street had him kneel 'neath the royal bread knife

because an election's coming.

Anything for votes.

Now they want to what, un-knight him?

It's the wife that's worrying us.

I want someone in there, undercover,

to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid.

Not on my budget.

I'm sending an officer over from six.

She'll be brilliant.

She?

Fiona.

Hi.

What do you think?

Very purple.

Well, very purple is what Wes wants.

Walls, floor and ceiling.

Eight-year-olds make great interior decorators.

You don't mind then?

Yeah, great.

What did you really text me for?

Oliver Mace has ordered me over to Thames House.

I'm to go undercover on your Riff and B op.

No way.

It's orders.

I'm going straight to Harry.

Adam, I want it.

If I come over to 5, I can have a life

with you and Wes in this house.

I don't want you working in the field,

here or anywhere.

Come on, let's just see how this goes, all right.

Is the cocaine here?

Malcolm's got it.

Cocaine?

Yeah, it's bait.

Customs and Excise went potty

but I bent them to my will.

Better be good stuff, B will know.

Malcolm, do you have a substitute for the cocaine?

You know something harmless I can take

in case I get myself in a situation?

Section G have concocted this.

Harmless, but it'll give you a convincing nasal discharge.

Lovely.

Did you get these from the police?

Of someone in the Greater London Murder Squad?

I know an IT girl working as a researcher

in the instant room.

She wants to get into GCHQ.

I've said I'll put a word in for her.

So she emailed this to me without her superiors knowing.

Dear God, Ruth,

is any institution in this country safe from you?

I like to think not.

Poor girl.

Will we ever know her name?

This is the girl Sylvester snapped.

He told me they were in Kensington Gardens together.

Breaking and entering, Harry.

Her body's in the Kensington mortuary.

Police have been unable to identify her.

They think she may be an illegal.

I didn't kill her, I swear.

Recognize her?

Familiar pose?

Not so pretty now, is she?

"Dear Prime Minister, I resign."

You describe what happened.

You sign it.

Write.

I'll put that in the internal mail for you.

And now perhaps you'd like to help the police

with their inquiries.

You Spooks walk through walls or what?

Your letter did not arrive.

You accepted a letter from me to the PM.

I hope you haven't done anything stupid

like ringing the police.

I must resign.

And you will, but not for the real reason.

I can't do the old family chestnut,

missing my children's childhood.

You can if we have a good day to bury bad news.

There's this Riff and B story running.

What, you mean when they find the baby?

You will be buried on the inside pages.

Timing is all.

I will let you know exactly when.

What about the?

The girl will be recorded as a possible illegal,

found dead.

10 days in the mortuary then they'll cremate her.

I'll always suffer with my conscience.

All that concerns me is that the government

does not fall because of your disgusting little sin.

By the new year, we could be at war with Iran.

Now please pull yourself together.

We're giving you a legend with a French firm, Vita Nuova.

Oh, do I get free makeup?

Well, we'll see what we can do when this is over.

So how come such a big firm let's us use it?

The French Security Services uses them as cover,

free makeup for the wives of foreign ambassadors,

girlfriends of UN delegates.

It gets the French into lots of places.

Harry's called in a favor to let us run you

as one of their reps.

Research on Brenda Rawlings, known to us is B.

Anything I can use?

Or is she's sickening perfect.

She's had liposuction on her bum.

Really?

Thanks.

And the next customer please

just been sent over from Vita Nuova's Bond Street shop.

You'll have to sign for it.

And they would very much like you to give it to B.

She gets all this free?

For a woman like that, everything is free.

You think so?

Here are your drugs, here's the fake.

Ring with a secret compartment.

And here is the real stuff,

Bolivia's finest.

That should impress the knight and his lady.

Why, thank you kind sir.

Any news about the baby?

I'm here to see B, Andrea LaRouche

from Vita Nuova Cosmetics.

Sorry Miss, I will have search you.

[Fiona[ Oh right, okay.

Who are you?

From Vita Nuova.

Have you got any idea what is going down in this house?

Vita Nuova, I'm Andrea LaRouche.

Babe, it's okay.

Get out.

Just wait.

It's okay.

What are you doing?

I'm responsible for your security.

Yes, so we'll have to search your bag.

Ignore him, he's a tosser.

Come and have a drink.

You downstairs.

She's in.

I think my boss left a message.

I wasn't sure whether to come.

I'm so sorry about what's happening to your family.

It's got nothing to do with you, has it?

Look, I can come back later if you'd like.

No.

Doing business will take my mind off Alfie.

How's Henry?

Our managing director's in love with you.

He's a fag.

Saying I'm some kind of gay icon.

No, you are?

If it sells.

Are you cool?

Sure.

I've got some Bolivian actually.

Special sample.

How am I gonna get through today?

You should get some sleep.

I can't, not with a stranger in there.

Well why not a bed?

I can't, I just, I just can't do it.

Why is that?

I'm just not used to it, it's all,

it's all the touring in the early days.

Doing all the small festivals, sleeping on floors.

I mean, that's how my world began you know.

Well if you can't sleep.

B's chopping lines in there, do you want some?

Riff, I know I'm just a security man.

But can I, can I say something like a friend?

Yeah.

Stay straight today.

You've gotta get Alfie back.

Yeah, you're right.

I'll just, I'll just do vodka.

Andrea LaRouche, are you French then?

Nah, from Bromley.

I'm from Bromley too.

You saying that just to suck up?

No, I'm a Bromley girl.

I went to Wantage Road School.

Ooh, all girls.

What about you?

The Grange?

Ooh private.

Daddy had shops.

Did you get on.

He died.

Sorry.

No, that's all right.

Bromley girls.

People I was at school with wouldn't dream

of some of the things I get up to these days.

What do you get up to?

Botox, everywhere.

A lipo on my bum.

You've had that, have you?

After I had my baby.

I did that after Alfie.

I love him to death but he wrecked my body.

It's not like I can go back to work with a saggy ass.

Fought too hard.

10 years ago I was too short for the shows,

it was all supermodels over the waves.

Now one baby in and I'm moving my bum cheeks.

It's tragic.

You want Alfie back, this is what you do.

Three million in holder, non-sequential notes.

Do this, or you'll get little Alfie sent to you

in the post. - Contact.

Bit by bit.

Put the money in a tan leather bag.

Take it to the Hole, put the bag in the cloakroom.

Stick the cloakroom ticket behind the pipe

of the last toilet in the gents.

Do it tonight and you get a little Alfie not cut up.

Tell the cops if they follow us, he dies.

Do you torture people?

No we don't.

You should that bastard.

What's the Hole?

It's a club.

It's where Riff started.

I wanna pay them.

That's not how to play it.

What are you talking about?

It's my money, it's my kid.

I have to seriously advise you that that's.

How much did he say?

Three million.

Yeah, we can do that, we can do that.

Look they can cut off both of my arms,

you know, stick 'em in a bag,

if that's gonna get Alfie back.

You can't do nothing to stop us.

All right, but I run this all the way.

Action man.

Here's the cloakroom.

It's my money.

Give back my kid.

I'm gonna wait for these bastards.

No, no, you're not.

I wanna see their faces.

Get back in the car, now.

I'm taking you back home.

His Sirness is losing it.

Ticket in the loo, bag in the cloak,

doesn't make any sense.

Kidnappers must know we'll be watching him.

Malcolm, are you getting this?

All operational systems at optimum, over.

Just tell me if you can see the hole in the wall.

Cameras are optimum, roger and over.

Great.

I'll get one of your optimum cameras on the street outside.

Been really sweet and everything but I should probably go.

No stay overnight if you like.

I need someone to be with me for this.

You know my boss.

Your boss will cream his panties

if he knows you're staying with me.

I'd be dreaming endorsements.

Hopefully. - Sure it's nothing.

I've decided I like you.

I'm good at people.

All right.

Yeah, great.

No, no you were supposed to stay there.

- Sorry. - We've got things

under control. - Shut up.

You're just the hired help.

In fact, go away, I'm talking to my husband.

Baby he's trying to get,

I'll keep back.

Are you still here, right?

Maybe I should go.

No, Andrea stay, you I need, him I don't.

I'll let you know if he's.

You promised me.

You promised me you'd stay with the money.

You promised me. - Brenda.

I've got it covered, all right.

Kidnappers are gonna ring here, right?

Where did you put the bag?

I put it where you told me, up against the wall.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Adam please use call signs.

How's the famous couple?

Having a marital conversation?

Anything happen?

Minor seen in the gents but nothing.

Wait, we've got a visual.

Trackers?

All six devices are operational.

He's masked and his is on camera.

Okay, he's not stupid.

All units stay well back and let the trackers do their job.

He's got the bag.

I repeat, he's got the bag.

There we go.

He's turning off the road.

Grid reference, 19, 5, 8, 13.

Some sort of scrap yard.

CCTV?

Nothing.

Security systems will access their cameras.

Okay.

What's he doing with the bag?

An electromagnet.

All units

intercept at grid reference, 19,5, 8, 13.

Trackers are not working, all of them.

All units, do you have a visual?

I repeat, does anyone have a visual?

Negative.

Damn it, we've lost him.

So you lost them and the money.

They took it to a scrap metal yard,

put the bag under a magnet,

knocked out the tracking devices.

They seem to know what they're doing and you don't.

Wait, wait, wait.

So, so well they've got the money so we get Alfie back,

so that's good isn't it?

We want to catch these people.

No, no, if you want catch 'em then that's your gig.

We want our kid back.

Look, I apologize, but we've gotta move.

Bullshit.

B, B, sorry.

B.

Bathroom.

Oh sod.

Put your head back, put it back.

What do you think?

I think you're playing a dangerous game.

No, what they're up to.

The kidnap's a fake.

She did it, not him.

He's afraid for the kid, she's not at all.

The way she's reacting, everything, it's false.

She told them to put the bow against the wall.

She knew that's how it was gonna be lifted.

What's she doing?

She's got someone she trusts to snatch Alfie,

someone who knows what they're doing, the whole thing,

hooks and ropes then have lowered him down in a bag

and then they get the kid back,

the whole nation will rejoice.

All for publicity.

All for fame.

The coke, it's dangerous.

That's the only way I can stay with her, don't worry.

What about the substitute stuff?

She's too sharp.

It's all right, I'm taking an antidote.

What antidote?

Valium.

Look, you've gotta stop this stuff.

I can hardly it.

Back in the field, best team ever, eh?

Flush it.

What?

The loo.

Oh yeah.

Only someone really heavyweight would think of this.

And you really think B set this up.

Had her own child kidnapped, stole her own money?

Fi thinks so too.

So what, we're all just part of her publicity machine?

Not anymore.

I'm pulling Fiona out.

Don't do that.

Everything's changed.

A very shallow grave, dug in a hurry.

It's only a few hundred yards from the house.

The baby's got a head injury

and the pathologist thinks he's neck's broken too.

They dropped him?

Probably coming out the window.

Dear God.

No, no, it's not.

No that's wrong, that can't be, it's wrong.

Why's this happening to us?

They took the money, that's wrong.

Where is he?

He's at the police mortuary.

No, I want to see my son.

I wanna see my boy, I wanna see.

I wanna see my son.

We'll arrange that.

You can't go.

I wanna see him.

I wanna see my son.

I wanna see my son. - Who's gonna help me.

We'll help you, we want to,

whatever it is you've done.

What do you mean, whatever it is that we've done?

B, whatever you've done.

What's he, what's he talking about, what's he saying?

I'm throwing him out?

Him.

I want this lying, manipulative piece of filth

out of my house.

I think you should consider the seriousness

of your predicament.

Don't tell them anything, get a lawyer.

And you are?

A friend.

Well friend, don't meddle.

Don't you stand in her house without a warrant.

My office is tangled up in a sorted cocaine-fueled fantasy

of the sick and rich.

Harry, calm down.

Knock.

I want my wife outta that house.

Our masters want this op to succeed.

Fiona's in there without any proper backup.

It's running out of control, Harry, pull her out.

We cannot afford that.

Fiona reports that B's dangerously near the edge.

Fiona reports?

What, she's reporting to you now?

She's on Six's payroll.

I'm running her.

In heaven's name, stop this.

The nations awash with emotion

over Riff and B's little baby.

It must end well or look to end well in the Sunday papers.

Ruth, turned this up.

Keep me informed.

I talked to an old contact,

we worked on Italian drug routes.

He recognized the girl who diverted

the security guard's attention

on the night of the kidnapping.

Her name is Maria Abbado

and she's an associate.

Of this man.

Rudolph Fino Ponti.

He runs a heroine trail,

Afghanistan to the Dalmatian Coast into Italy.

Any convictions?

It's rumored, he's got protection

in the Italian government.

You think Riff Bee know this Ponti?

He used to be Riff's road manager.

He toured with the band.

A dark pit opens.

So B arranged for the kidnapping to be staged

by her husband's old musical associate,

for the sake of publicity.

Yes.

Is Ponti wanted?

With lust by five European police forces.

Then we have a hole in the operation.

You're not gonna pull her out.

Finally, we have something meaningful to pursue.

We must catch this man.

Fiona is a major field asset.

Look.

- Knock. - Look.

Knock.

What do I have to do, beg?

But look, it's just out and I just got it

and we are in it.

Harry, the switchboard says we're getting lots of calls,

all about Mega mag.

Meatballs.

Somebody else said it was fine to publish it.

What someone?

Oh come on, Adam.

Downing Street?

The press office said they thought it showed MI5

in a good light.

Makes you look very now.

You rang the Downing Street press office

about a security service operation.

They rang me.

She said the Downing Street press office?

Thank you, Adam.

Downing Street have strings everywhere today.

Nothing on the news about Sylvester's resignation?

No.

Why are they meddling?

Hello.

X-Ray Tango Base receiving.

Please give call sign, over.

Repeat, X-Ray Tango base receiving.

Please give call. - Fiona, it;s Adam,

you set up?

I think so.

Can you hear this?

Fine.

We'll be able to hear you all the way okay.

Please use the correct procedures.

These call signs can save lives.

You okay?

Can I help?

I don't think so.

I don't trust you.

I don't trust anyone.

Do you want some coke?

Where did you come from?

Heaven?

Yeah, it's me.

I think we won't record this.

Yeah and you can wipe the last, yeah.

Terrible things officers have to do in the field,

all for liberty.

Right.

Listen, can I tell you something?

I wanna trust you.

You can have me fired if I let you down.

They were right.

It was my fault.

I killed my baby.

It's all right.

It's all right, it's all right.

I didn't mean to go this far.

It's okay.

Come on.

It's supposed to be so simple.

Take him to the house, he's gonna be safe there,

they take the money.

You set that up in the club.

300,000.

Then they give us back the rest.

And now.

But they took Alfie out the window.

Oh, what am I gonna do?

What am I gonna do?

Don't do anything.

Was that said to us?

Yeah.

Didn't use a call sign either.

Okay Fiona, take us to Ponti.

Have you heard from them?

Does Riff know about this?

No.

I love him, but

he's like when you blow the inside out of an egg,

it's a shell.

But the story's all right, isn't it?

Story?

Riff and B's baby boy dies during a kidnapping

and they never find out who did it.

That has to be the story.

It has to be left like that.

'Cause then the papers print that and people still love us.

Can you believe what she just said?

Where's he going?

Put the team on him.

Team was stood down for the Hounslow thing.

But we've got no babysitters?

Budget.

Riff, where's Alfie?

What about your son?

I am worried sick about Fi taking that stuff.

Other people's pleasures are so boring.

I wanna meet you, B.

Why would I want to do that?

Ponti's ringing her.

I want more money.

You killed my son.

Oh, and who's really de responsible?

Trace?

No, no way.

Oh God help us.

He'll tell the press.

They won't print it.

A story's like a stain, it won't go away.

Hello.

Babe.

Riff.

Listen, Ponti's just phoned.

Ponti.

Yeah, he says he wants to meet.

Don't do that.

I've got to.

He says he knows something about Alfie.

All right.

Where are you?

Listen, I don't wanna do this with them.

And they're listening, aren't they?

Babe, you've gotta give me a clue.

That's the beginning of the world.

Ponti will tell him what I did.

I've gotta go.

B, B, where?

Shh.

Okay, I'm coming with you.

Beginning of the world, where's that?

God knows.

Bit she's going with her, with no backup.

And in this thing we will never keep up with her.

Ponti.

Hello mate.

B's not here?

B, no, no, no, she's, she's gone away.

So you know something about Alfie?

You don't know.

Don't know what?

Red 10 to Tango, X-Ray Base, I'm in the Hole club.

Acknowledge.

- B. - Acknowledge.

Who's this?

A friend.

A friend?

I don't want her here, I've come to talk business.

Tough.

She goes, I go.

Babe, do you wanna go?

There's nothing for you here.

Please.

She didn't tell you.

Perfidious wives.

It was an accident, Riff.

From my heart

Had the back, a rope, I'm a good climber, but he slipped.

And for that, I'm really sorry.

But people need to be paid more when the stakes are higher.

It was your idea?

It was gonna be safe.

Well, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm cool with that.

So you want some money now, is that it?

I can sort that out now.

Ponti, we were such good mates in the old days, eh,

back in the day.

I mean, it's not your fault you see.

Fuck.

No.

Riff, listen to me.

I'm an MI5 officer.

Now drop.

I told them everything.

I don't care.

I just want to know why.

Why?

I did it to survive,

to be loved.

They don't like your new music, babe.

I'm too old to be a model.

We can have another baby.

Hey, stars in suicide pact.

Get a medic now.

You weren't in range.

Police picked up your message.

The new it was from the Five office.

Medics.

Ponti's still breathing.

There's been a huge outpouring of grief

at what is believed to have been the suicide pact

to two of the nation's most loved figures, Riff and B.

The speculation is that they were overcome by grief

at the death of their baby son.

The national soap opera continues.

Are we gonna get a crack at the Italian?

When he is recovered from his wounds,

the drug squad intelligence unit

want to recycle him as an informant.

Personally, I'm glad we don't have to deal with him.

Next item.

The sloppy disregard of call signs

during radio communications will stop.

Thank you Harry.

I would like to propose a complete overhaul

of call signs procedure.

How is Fiona?

She's okay.

Still in hospital.

Uh, I don't think she is.

Oh no.

Fi.

You come.

I've put in a claim to special contingencies.

I don't think I can.

It's all right, Adam and I are going home now.

Malcolm, leave your paper with me.

Meeting done.

A boost for family values.

The Treasury Minister John Sylvester

has resigned for personal reasons.

No other reason at all.

No, I have a young, growing family.

I don't wanna miss their childhood.

So I'm saying goodbye to public life.

And with the tragedy that overcame baby Alfie

and his parents on all our minds,

I do reflect on how worthless fame can be.

And the prime minister?

Oh, he's very kind.

Said he fully understood

and we wished me and my family well.

Turn that off.

Thanks very much.

Thank you. - You posted

his full confession to the PM.

Obviously it was intercepted.

Fiona.

Just lend him to me for one more job.

Meatballs, sir?

Actually, I'll have caviar beluga and the steak tartar.

Wow, what brought that on?

A little exploitation of the media.

Oh, well I can afford it.

Do you know I've been offered the editorship of a tabloid,

the tabloid.

Yes, I do know.

Oh, no one's meant to.

We too have our contacts

in the Downing Street Press office.

Terrible thing, death of the baby Alfie

and the suicide pact.

Do you think you'll ever print what really happened?

Destroy the memory of the nation's favorite dream couple?

I don't think so.

Well, not yet anyway.

You know our minister resigned today as well.

Oh, that pathetic little man

in his whinging about his family,

it was buried by the Riff and B suicide.

Deliberately buried, Downing Street covered it up.

This is a present from Harry Pierce,

strictly non-attributable.

Send it to the police, print the story,

Sylvester goes to prison.

Think you'll use it?

Maybe,

around election time.