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Harry, get away. The police are outside.

- Hmm. - Quick.

What's a man like Mickey Karharias watching this for?

Can't stand the real thing any more?

The Feds watch the house.

What do you want with me?

A very powerful man wishes to hire your services.

- What's the job? - Killing an Englishman.

There's one thing, though.

- What? - We want you to do it dead.

What?

This place is so sordid.

Oh, downscale sordid hotels are traditional for affairs.

- Is this an affair? - Don't you know?

I've got a brute of a husband named CIA.

Actually, I'm married, too.

To an older woman called Ml5. - I've spied on the bitch.

Oh, I say let's live dangerously.

Let's blow a week's joint pay

on a Park Lane hotel room suite.

Jacuzzi, minibar, complimentary fluffy white robes.

What do you think? - Mm, well, not now.

The company's probably staking out all the big hotels

all over town. - Really?

They expecting someone big to arrive?

Look, if somebody's going down, then Five should know.

So just tell Zoe. - I can't do that.

Not officially.

There's a man called Mickey Karharias.

He's coming to London.

- Yeah? - He was an assassin.

He worked in organized crime in New York.

He killed, oh, 15 people at least.

The FBI were close, but could never get enough evidence

to put him away, so they gave him a pension.

The US government gave a hit man a pension?

It was a good deal.

He lived in Miami under surveillance, gambled, drank,

like any other good citizen.

Cheaper than having him in jail.

Then two weeks ago he disappeared, leaving his minder

floating dead in the swimming pool.

Well, isn't it still a matter for the FBI?

Well, this is where it gets freaky.

This morning a secure telex was sent to me by mistake.

It was flagged "Top secret eyes only."

If I show it to you,

there'll kind of be no going back on this.

You want me to choose?

From CIA headquarters eyes only.

Cland-ops. Clandestine operations.

Have you got clearance with this?

No, it's way above my level.

How did it come to you?

It was delivered to my desk by mistake. It, it happens.

Intercepted on Sat-Def 10. What's that?

That's a listening satellite concentrating

on cell phone calls in the Middle East.

Length of transmission, 11 seconds, two male voices.

Language, Arabic.

Translation reads, first voice,

"Shark arriving London Heathrow.

What news of money?"

Karharias is Greek for shark.

Second voice, the four million is in the mountains.

- Switzerland. - First voice,

"Please advise of the movements

of the British Eminence, next 48 hours.

Greetings from Algallah."

Second voice, "God is great."

Record of satellite interception ends.

Algallah is a small village on the outskirts of Baghdad.

Location of first caller, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

Location of second caller Wimbledon, London, UK.

Action decided, extreme weather.

Do not advise mice. Message ends.

So someone with an Iraqi connection is hiring

an American hitman to come to London to kill

an eminent man.

We haven't had a sniff of this, Christine.

Of course not.

What does extreme weather mean?

It's code for a CIA clandestine operation

to desensitize an individual on foreign soil.

- Meaning kill. - Yeah.

Okay, and who are the mice

who are not to be told about this?

MI5. Company joke, sorry.

No, feel free.

So you're telling me the CIA is sending a team

to stop an assassin on British soil without breathing

a word to our security services.

I had to tell you. It's wrong that you don't know.

I'm loyal, but sometimes I just hate what my country does.

- I know the feeling. - Tom, however you handle it,

you mustn't tell Harry that this info came from me.

You'd have to tell the company,

and they would cut off my head at the Washington Monument.

- Memorized this? - Yeah.

So the CIA are gonna take out a hitman in this country

and they had no intention of telling us?

- Seems not. - Why haven't we picked

anything up about this at Thames House?

Well, we weren't meant to.

As far as our CIA cousins are concerned,

Karharias is an American citizen.

It's their affair.

- So what does Harry say? - I can't tell Harry.

This came from Christine Dale, didn't it?

And you're protecting her. What do you see in her, Tom?

Californian, bright, hard bod.

- Yeah, thank you, Danny. - Zoe sometimes don't you

find you just want to turn this job inside out?

Just break all the rules just for the hell of it?

- No, I don't. - Heated debate?

Yes, Harry, we're just talking about pay.

Hence the passion.

She shouldn't have told you. I'm her official contact now.

Christine saw something way above her clearance.

She couldn't have told you, Zoe.

You'd have had to report it.

Yeah, like we should now.

Not until we've got independent confirmation

that Karharias is in this country.

Christine cannot be identified as the source.

Sorry, Tom, but I don't like this.

- I don't like lots of things. - I found a pic

of Karharias on the web.

www.glamourofcrime.com.

I'll help you stake out arrivals

at Heathrow from the States.

Watch and wait.

Nothing?

Spotting the proverbial needle in a haystack.

Look, Danny, we have to tell Harry about this.

The target could be the prime minister.

Let's trust Tom.

What's this flight coming through?

Chicago. On time, too.

Tom, we're having to tell Harry all sorts of lies

about this, all right, and it has been going

on for two days. - Hey, I spy spies.

- How do you mean? - Woman in blue

by the barrier.

The guy in the suit, I recognize him.

Definitely CIA. - How do you know?

- Tailing Christine. - Hell, Tom.

Guy with the Coke. Not drinking it.

They've sent a surveillance team to receive him.

And that has got to be Karharias.

What do we do now?

Tail him, find his hidey-hole,

call Harry and send in the cavalry.

Snatch him from under the CIA's noses? I like that.

Go get the car, Danny.

Tom, Zoe, you're not gonna believe this.

The car, the tires are slashed.

My skin is starting to crawl about all this.

Are we really going to war with CIA Cland-ops

and not telling anyone?

Look, I don't want to bitch about this behind Tom's back.

No, no, fine.

It's time for my meeting with Christine Dale.

That's a tracking device?

Nanotechnology is with us.

The drill is you touch the pad with the tip of your finger

and then touch anything on the target.

Clothing, skin, doesn't matter.

That's the control device.

- We developed this? - Sadly, no. It's CIA.

I, uh, got hold of it.

- You stole it? - Repayment of a favor.

- Nice bag. - Thank you.

- New? - Oh, not really.

Great for smuggling telexes out of the American embassy.

- Is this being recorded? - Danny's listening.

But we're not recording it, no.

What's happening? What's Tom doing?

You know the hotel where you and Tom met?

- Right. - Well, this guy

was standing outside.

We observed him taking a surveillance team

into Heathrow this morning.

They hooked him to a man who we think was Michael Karharias.

Well, that's great.

You know, we do have a database

of active CIA agents in this country.

We are not total hicks. - Yeah, I know that.

Well, I can't seem to find anything

that connects him to you. - He's Cland-ops.

His cover will be deep.

You know, when they mistakenly sent the telex to you,

why didn't you just pass it on to someone more senior?

Does Tom know that you're leaning on me?

I need something concrete.

Something like the secure telex that started this.

- I can't. - Why not?

Tom burnt it.

I didn't want the telex to be traced back to Christine.

That was the only evidence, Tom-

- Of what? - Of any of this is real.

- Zoe. - You know what I think?

I think Christine Dale's setting you up.

This stops, right?

Malcolm told me about his latest toy.

- Oh, that nano thingy. - He's lost it.

He's lost it?

You haven't seen it, have you?

No. Why?

- Tom. - What?

Zoe and I are getting itchy feet about this op.

We're acting like a clandestine operation ourselves.

Yeah, my skin's crawling about it too.

It's a feeling we come to rely on in this job.

Yeah...

Where the hell are we going, Tom?

Tom's preparing a legend illegally?

Irish passport with an old visa in it for Slovakia.

- And you saw this? - Yes.

Why would he do that, Danny?

There could be only one reason.

- One reason for what? - Harry?

The last two days there have been comings and goings

and whisperings at my office.

Why haven't the company pulled me in about seeing you?

Why is nothing happening? - What's it like at work?

Everything's normal but horrible.

I feel like any second security's gonna come for me.

This is gonna destroy us, isn't it?

No. No way.

Do you know the meaning of what you have told me?

You have accused a respected officer in whose hands

you have at times trusted your lives of treason.

- Treason, uh- - What's your word for it?

- I don't know. - You don't know.

We don't really know where Tom's at anymore, Harry.

Right.

This is what I'm ordering, ordering you to do.

You will discuss these ridiculous accusations with no one.

You will not even discuss them again amongst yourselves,

and you are to take no further part

in this operation whatsoever.

At this time, both your futures in this department

are hanging by a thread.

Do I make myself clear?

- Yes, Harry. - Yes, Harry.

Now get out.

- Mr. Tom Quinn. - And you are?

The name's Herb Ziegler. Can we talk?

Look, the company's fine about you and the lovely Christine.

We don't mind Romeo and Juliet affairs

with the other services.

You may let slip more than she does.

So, uh, carry on in hotel rooms all around London.

We think it's kind sweet.

What kind of fool are you? - I'm a fool for my country.

Yeah, well, maybe that fits both of us.

The man you picked up at Heathrow.

That was Micky Karharias.

You weren't meant to see that.

Karharias is our concern. - A notorious assassin

who arrives in the UK is very much our concern too.

Walk away, Tom. This operation is off limits to you.

Karharias is a clear and present threat to this country.

If you don't let this go, I'm telling you,

Christine Dale will be jailed

for leaking a top secret communication.

You would crucify one of your best officers

to stop British security.

Why? - Let the big boys

do what they've gotta do, Tom,

and Christine won't get hurt.

- Do I have a choice? - No.

I've gotta take this. - Feel free.

Hello?

Yeah.

Okay.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay, great. Yep, thanks.

So who is the target? Who hired Karharias?

Live the illusion, Tom.

- Hello? - Mr. Thompson,

come for a drink. - It's Tom.

Tell him to go to Thames House.

Listen, Tom-

I'm at Cannon Street Station.

There's a service area. Upper 10th Street.

Get here now.

He's at Cannon Street.

Tom, what on earth? - Let me get you up to speed.

I had a visit from our staring, waving friend.

He was going by the name of Herb Ziegler.

- What? - Ziegler came round

to my flat this evening.

I planted a tracking device on him.

- Right. - He made a drop.

I'm waiting for the pickup.

- Should we have a peek? - I did.

It read, "Our friend is warned off. Where's the meet?"

That's what he said? He warned you off.

He said Christine was gonna go to jail for treason.

Oh, great, why don't we all go to jail for treason?

Tom, we can't do this on our own anymore.

Yeah, we've gotta ring in.

Harry will send in the cavalry.

They might scare off whoever's gonna make the pickup.

For God's sake, this is the only link we've got

to stop an assassination.

Come on! Nights like this.

You love it. You know you do.

That's why we do the job.

Okay, let's wait for the pickup.

- Yeah. All right. - Good. Coffee?

- You came prepared. - I had a field kit ready.

- A man ahead of the game. - I think so.

Three hours.

Oh, here we go.

- Writing a reply? - Yeah.

I'll go.

Tom, Tom, you are gonna tell Harry

about this, aren't you?

Tom? - We'll see.

"Salter's Farm, Feniston near Sudbury."

Anyone know Feniston? - Sudbury is in Suffolk.

Okay. Zoe, have you got your car?

- Oh, no. - What the CIA is doing

is espionage as rape.

They are trying to destroy my personal life with Christine.

Why should I trust him with my country?

Are you for me or against me?

Look, nothing's happening.

I say we go back to the car

out range of the interference and report.

- You're still ringing them? - Yes.

- And? - Nothing.

They're not home. - Mobiles?

- All three not available. - Right.

Every 10 minutes you ring Tom's flat,

Zoe and Danny's flat and all three mobiles.

- Yes, Harry. - Oh, Harry.

I've been on to the FBI, like you asked me.

Uh, this American criminal, Michael "The Shark" Karharias,

amazing what they call themselves.

Well, he's dead. The FBI had a tip off.

His body was found in a storm drain in Miami three days ago.

Come. Now.

I think Tom Quinn's on the blink.

Not Tom. What are you going to do?

Issue a warrant for Tom Quinn's arrest.

- This is going to be so ugly. - I know.

- You two all right? - Oh, yeah. Great.

Here they come.

I'm sorry, Danny.

Don't worry. Don't worry, it'll be okay.

We're not going to get out of this, are we?

You are.

You're Herb Ziegler.

First try and you, uh, ticked a box. Well done.

I thought...

What? - Come on, Danny.

Share. Share.

Now just how incompetent are you people?

You're blundering around in a highly dangerous

and difficult op of ours thinking we are the bad guys.

And this is what the good guys do?

Did you tell Harry Pierce that Tom was preparing a legend

as an Irishman with a Slovakian visa in his passport?

What's the matter, Danny?

Surprised that I knew that?

Look, did you tell Harry?

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

What do you know about Tom's plans in Slovakia?

Nothing.

You're sure about that?

I don't know what you are talking about.

Very well.

What are they doing to him, Tom?

No! - Zoe. Zoe.

Zoe, just tell them you know about the legend.

Zoe! Tell them you know about the legend!

- What legend? - Yours to go to Slovakia.

- What are you talking about? - Brick Lane.

The leather shop. - Danny, it was a lead

that went nowhere on Ziegler's carrier bag.

What carrier bag? - At Heathrow,

Ziegler had a carrier bag.

It had A-Z leather was written on it.

I checked out the shop, it went nowhere.

- Look, stop playing games. - What did you find?

- You know what I found. - No, I don't, Danny!

I don't know what you found.

An Irish passport in the name of Paul Connors

with a Slovakian visa and your photograph.

You went to the shop to check

if your forger was doing the job.

I have not been preparing a legend

in the service or illegally, Danny, I swear to you.

I don't believe you. How can I?

I admired you, Tom.

I would've gone to the ends of the earth for you.

This is not what it seems.

- No? - No.

What are you doing? What's in Slovakia?

Some love nest for you and Christine Dale?

Danny, I haven't got the cash for that.

You know me. I'm broke.

There are ways of getting unbroke in our line of work.

What have you got yourself mixed up in, Tom? Tell me.

Tell me, Tom! - Danny, there's no time.

You tell me you trust me. - I don't. I don't.

Zoe?

Zoe.

This is smoke and mirrors, Danny.

Someone is spinning an illusion.

Yeah,

You.

Danny.

- No. - No.

Danny? - It's okay.

I've got a signal.

We go in. Agreed? - Yeah.

How are the two of you feeling?

The answer should be victimized,

taken for suckers, betrayed. - I can't believe that. No.

- Danny? - Yeah.

I didn't believe it. I still don't.

But it's all coming together in my head and I hate it.

Share your thoughts with us, Danny.

Tom staged the whole thing.

He spotted Karharias or claims it was him.

The whole thing at Heathrow, the CIA team,

the whole thing, it was a fake.

So Ziegler was Tom's collaborator.

His right hand man.

And the whole thing at the farm. Tom set that up too.

- Yes. - No, not Tom.

Zoe.

I want you to accept this.

If you don't, you will eat your heart out.

The Irish passport. Why did he have that made?

- So he could just disappear? - Yes.

And what about the assassination?

I believe there is indeed a team of killers

in this country and Tom is running it.

How can you possibly believe that?

Money, Zoe.

In the end, in this world, it is often money

which finally reveals the truth.

Ruth did a banking check of accounts recently opened

in the name of Paul Connors,

the legend on the false passport.

- And? - A London branch

of the Slovakian National Cooperative Bank three days ago,

a deposit of $4 million.

We have to accept this awful truth

about somebody we've worked with and admired.

Well, I can't and I won't.

Zoe, he was gonna fake his disappearance

to pass himself off as some kind of hero.

Yeah, traitors are often very vain people.

They want us to admire them. - This is wrong.

Well, there's a full national alert in place.

All engagements for cabinet ministers and prominent MPs

are being ring-fenced with extra security.

If Tom's friends are going to strike,

the next 24 hours are crucial,

and we don't have a blind idea where they are,

or who they're going to hit.

So all hands to the pumps.

You are not helping us, Miss Dale.

Why did Tom destroy the telex?

I don't know. To protect me.

Your employers have been enormously helpful.

There is no record of any such telex being sent

by CIA Cland-ops to anyone,

nor any record of a satellite intercepted telephone call

made from Riyadh, Saudi Arabia to Wimbledon, London.

- But I- - CIA registry does, however,

have a record of you receiving a telex

sent from a commercial firm in Islington.

The firm has been traced.

Our technical side have retrieved the content of the telex

from the firm's database.

Is this the document that you showed to Tom?

- Yeah. - Please speak up, Ms. Dale.

This conversation is of course being recorded.

- Yes. - This man.

What have you done?

Have you destroyed one of my best men?

- No. - What are you?

Some kind of old style honey trick?

- I swear! - Mr. Pierce,

please honor the parameters that we have agreed

for this interview or we will terminate.

I thought it was wrong we didn't tell you

there was an assassin here.

I love your country, and for your mics in this place,

I love Tom Quinn.

Michael Karharias.

His body was found in a Miami storm drain three days ago.

There is no American assassin. There is no mystery CIA man.

Your family's Czechoslovakian? - What?

Well, not Czech, Slovakian, actually.

Dale, originally Dalic, wasn't it?

My grandfather's from Bratislava. What, what is this?

Christine, if you and Tom were planning

to flee and hide, please tell me.

I still look on Tom as a friend.

I'll do everything in my power to help you both.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I'm so very sorry that you don't.

Haven't you seen a Gepard M112 .7 mm rifle?

Armour-piercing rounds, uranium-tipped. A sniper's dream.

And now we have our little talk.

You don't know who I am, do you?

You know, I didn't think you would.

You're too arrogant.

Hermann Joyce. Yeah.

One of the living dead.

So this is about Lisa?

Of course it's about Lisa.

So be the polite Englishman and ask how she is.

She's not good, Tom. Not good at all.

My daughter's in a facility in Maine

in a catatonic state of withdrawal.

She doesn't speak. She doesn't see.

There are times when she begins to scream

and she doesn't stop screaming

until the sedatives are injected in her.

Lisa Joyce. Alison, Jane, Sara, Lucy, Jessica.

And you must be Lisa. Hello, Lisa.

Nice to meet you.

I'm not responsible for what happened to her.

Of course you're responsible. You were fellow students.

You were a friend of hers.

I had no idea what she got mixed up in.

But I came to you for help.

You were a graduate, already an MI5 officer,

undercover at the London School of Economics.

I couldn't talk to her. I was CIA.

She called me a fascist. I looked to you to get her out.

And I tried. I, I tried.

I warned her off them.

Don't be so disingenuous you little shit.

You recruited her. You turned her into a Five asset.

An untrained girl of 19.

You sent her undercover to penetrate

a European hardcore anarchist cell.

Hermann Joyce, veteran agent

of a four year tour undercover in the Soviet Union.

An unsung hero. The spy's spy.

I was so flattered when you asked me to help Lisa,

and you were so pleased when she agreed to go undercover,

because she was coming back to you.

She was taking up the family tradition,

but she couldn't do it, could she?

She couldn't handle the fear you subjected her to.

What are you gonna do with me?

You took everything from her.

Now I'm taking everything from you.

You see, I heard about this Iraqi family. Once all powerful.

And now with a consuming hatred for your country.

You set me up.

The mother of all setups.

I've destroyed your very soul, Tom Quinn.

You're like Lisa now

in your own personal hell.

And that's just. - Just.

I have to move on now.

The great moments of pleasure pass so quickly into memory.

Do they not?

Flat bit of England here.

I'm thinking of taking in Ipswich.

Is that an historic British town?

The little town of Tetbury

in the UK Cotswolds holds

its world championship woolsack day.

Hello, I need to use your phone.

Listen, I'm really sorry. Hello?

With an enormous-

- Phone? - Wool

on their backs.

It's a date not to be missed in the country diary.

And even Prince Charles has given the event

his Royal seal of approval.

Woolsack racing hails back to medieval times.

Legend goes is the young drovers would demonstrate-

- Hello? - This is an open line,

but I've gotta use it. - Tom.

Where are you?

Tom? It's Zoe. - Zoe. Listen.

I am just about certain the assassination

will be tried in Ipswich.

There'll be a sniper rifle left at the scene.

It's a Hungarian Gepard M1 and it will have

my fingerprints on it. - Listen, Tom.

We know about the assassination.

What do you mean?

We're interrupting this program

for a special news bulletin- - Zoe, what do you mean?

There's been an attempt on the life

of the chief of the defense staff.

Air Chief Marshal Sir John Stone was on his way

to talk to officers at an RAF base near Ipswich.

Our reporter Simon Newton

is at St. Hillary's General Hospital.

Simon, what news of his condition?

As we speak, doctors are fighting to save Sir John's life.

He arrived driven by special forces officers in the same car

that was hit by a single bullet from a marksman

on the outskirts of the town.

There's been no official statement yet, but we understand-

Uh, Zoe, um, I, I just heard. How is he?

Well, he's, he's dead, Tom.

He died about 20 minutes ago.

As far as I can tell, nobody else been injured.

Sir John's wife and son, who were on holiday in Scotland

were flown by helicopter to be by his bedside.

Right, you listen to me.

I have been set up. The man behind it is ex-CIA.

His name is Hermann Joyce.

I recruited his daughter Lisa, to penetrate one of the cells

of the Neo Red Brigade.

She went to pieces. He blames me.

You understand? - Hermann Joyce?

Ruth, check it out.

Harry, Drowning Street is on the phone.

- Zoe. - Yeah.

Tom, come into Thames House.

No, you come to me. Someone's wrecking my life.

I have to explain. - All right, we'll meet you.

Just the three of you.

If I get a whiff of special forces, I'll disappear.

Tom's file.

Now, he did recruit a girl, Lisa Joyce,

and she didn't work out.

There's one part of his story that's true.

I've asked the CIA about Joyce.

- We're picking Tom up. - You heard what the man said.

Send in the heavies and you won't see him for dust.

We are dealing with the assassination

of the head of the British Armed Forces.

Malcolm. - Harry.

What are you thinking?

I'm not debating Tom Quinn with you.

- Yes, Harry. - I need a signal device.

- Coming up. - Danny.

Order a Chinook from the Colchester Station

to be five minutes away from this cottage

with a detachment of special forces on board.

What do you need back up like that for?

This is Tom. - Just do it.

- Signal device. - CIA won't tell us

anything about Hermann Joyce.

Then hack into their database. I must know about him.

Tom.

Don't worry. I'm okay.

It was a bit rough, but no lasting damage.

What's the matter? You pulled my file on Lisa Joyce.

We did that. Yes.

Well, that's what this is all about.

That's why Joyce has done this.

- Tom, shut up. - What is this?

- You met Joyce? - Yeah.

Yeah, we all did.

Zoe and Danny did in the, in the farm where he held us.

- For God's sake. - What, Zoe?

What's wrong? - You're a liar.

That wasn't Joyce.

Who the hell do you think it was?

You tell us.

Hermann Joyce was one of the very best

undercover agents the CIA ever had.

In God's name, what is wrong?

What's wrong is that he died five years ago.

What's happened to you, Tom?

Nothing has happened to me.

I'm just trying to clear my name.

Oh, God.

Tom, Hermann Joyce was killed in a car crash.

He's now buried in his hometown of Sefton in Maine.

Ruth has got a picture of the funeral. His wife was there.

He doctored the files.

Tom, it was a full blown CIA funeral,

a flag on the coffin, weeping widow.

Okay, well, good. Look, great.

Let's, let's think it through. He faked his own death.

He staged the car crash.

It's perfect cover. - All right, all right.

Tell him all of it.

We phoned his wife from the car.

She lives in New York, Tom.

She was with him in the car.

Well, then she's in it with him!

Harry thinks this has all been run by you.

Do you?

I've seen the good go bad before, even men as good as you.

You really believe this of me?

Best not to believe anything.

Just what's in front of your eyes.

- Tom. Gimme the gum. - It's over, Tom.

Don't let Joyce win. Don't you see what he's done to us?

Don't, Harry. - What?

You've got a single device in your pocket, haven't you?

For backup. - It's nothing.

- Raise your hands, Harry. - There's no need.

I can't let you call them in, Harry.

I need to get to Joyce, so then I can prove my innocence.

- You know what I must do. - Harry, don't.

You know what I must do.

On the beach?