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The boy?

Your...

Nico.

Yes.

His aunt came to take him home.

But you're the...

No, I'm not.

I'm not anything, Harry.

George was your husband.

We were never formally married.

There was no ceremony.

We talked about it, laughed about who we wouldn't invite.

Couldn't you go back?

What kind of a welcome party

do you think they'll throw for me?

You would have let him die.

I'm not asking for forgiveness, Ruth.

What are you asking for then?

I came to tell you that I will sort something out for you.

Sort something out?

With regard to your status in this country.

You have a knighthood, Harry and, er, I'm dead.

There's our status.

I want to make it better.

And if you need work...

Oh, God.

Ruth, I'm trying!

I'm...

I'm trying.

With all my limitations, which you know better than anybody.

Yes.

Yes, well, you know, thanks for that.

Thanks for trying.

Welcome, children, to Western Sands

and our presentation on energy.

Britain used to have its own gas from the North Sea.

But when that ran out,

we had to start buying it from other countries.

This brand-new processing plant-

They look so bored.

Beats school.

Gas that goes straight to your homes.

Which is why this new plant

is also helping to save the earth from overheating.

What the hell's going on?

So you can be sure,

your future is safe with us.

Please evacuate by the nearest exit.

Please evacuate by the nearest exit.

The explosion that rocked

the Western Sands Gas Processing Plant

has raised serious questions

about Britain's energy suppliers.

The Home Secretary, in a statement to the House of Commons,

has said there is no reason to panic

and that alternative supplies are on hand.

There were no reported casualties in the explosion

and the emergency services were on site,

assessing the scale of the damage.

Did you see that American financier on "Newsnight?"

He said that Britain wasn't worth investing in any longer.

I pay very little attention

to the self-interested witterings of the rentier class, Ros.

- Ah, good. - Home Secretary.

- Ms. Myers. - Home Secretary.

The blast at Western Sands was not terror related.

It was an accident.

In spite every Tom, Dick

and Osama claiming responsibility.

Our whole energy policy is based on importing

and processing liquefied gas supplies.

The plant will be closed for at least six months.

We will only have enough gas to supply 20%

of our power station needs.

We will have to increase piped supply.

Norway.

Harry loves the Norwegians.

The Christmas Tree.

I make no apologies for appreciating the stability

of a Scandinavian energy supplier.

They're already supplying most of the piped gas

that remains to us.

Can't meet such a big increase in the short-term.

The Russians?

Impossible.

Their demands are not just financial.

Which leaves us Tazbekstan.

Christ.

The Tazbeks?

We have little choice.

The Tazbeks are already in London.

It will need your close attention.

They have a new government, anxious to make friends.

They came to power in a coupe,

and their idea of good governance

is to drop their political opponents into boiling water.

Might just be on to something with that last one.

How soon before we see the impact of the gas shortage?

Our reserves won't last more than a week.

That must be kept from the press.

Without a quick deal, the immediate future is both very dark

and very cold.

No lights on that tree this year, Harry.

Have you spoken to Ruth?

Right now my most urgent business is the gas crisis.

I can't believe they let that happen.

Bloody disgraceful we didn't build up reserves

when we produced the stuff.

Hey, Jo, wait up.

Tariq, are you okay?

Have you got a death wish?

Came out of nowhere.

Well, you look all right.

Unlike your bike, which is a write-off, I think.

That's my social life sorted for the next two weeks.

Come on, I wanna walk in with somebody on my first day.

What is that?

Malcolm's replacement.

Jo's been showing him the ropes.

Lighten up, Ros, service modernization.

Tell him to lose the T-Shirt,

we're not the bloody NME awards.

Okay, Rustam Urazov

is the Tazbek Trade and Industry Secretary

and our biggest potential headache.

From now on, his codename will be Thumper.

We have intelligence that Thumper's gonna spice up

his visit by taking out this woman.

Bibi Saparova, she's an exiled poet

from a prominent Tazbek family

that Thumper waged a personal vendetta against.

Why?

Well, they're everything he's not.

Educated, liberal, arty and half-Russian.

Thumper hates Russians, full stop.

Her father was imprisoned and tortured,

her mother killed herself,

and her younger sister was murdered.

Bibi's the last of the Saparovas,

and the missing head in his trophy cabinet.

She's also the bloody nuisance organizing these protests

at the Tazbek delegation's hotel.

Good-looking exiled poet, goes down well in Hampstead.

Yeah, I'm not having her disrupting such important talk.

I mean, how did she even know where the delegation was?

Okay, she might be a pain, but letting Thumper wipe out

his enemies on our soil is taking hospitality a bit far,

I'd have thought.

So let's keep Bibi out of the picture.

I want to know everywhere she goes

and everyone she talks to.

Nothing and nobody gets in the way

of their signature on that document.

Thank you so much for coming.

We are so pleased to see you.

Er, my Prime Minister,

he does not speak such good English.

Thank you for translating,

and please congratulate him on his new job.

Big step up from the cotton factory, I'd imagine.

This is Eliza MacFarlane, my assistant.

She'll be your point of contact here.

Hello.

I am always happiest in the company of a beautiful woman.

You speak very good English, Mr. Urazov.

It is the only language of the world, no?

I know that your banks are only kept afloat by the state,

you don't make anything any more,

even the Polish plumbers have gone home.

But while the English language survives...

We're marginally better off than Tazbekstan?

Who is this?

This is Sir Harry Pearce, stalks the corridors

of power spreading good cheer.

Yes, Sir Harry, a sense of humor is very important

in time of crisis.

And you really do have a crisis.

I think the fact that we need your gas

is not going to be something we're trying to conceal

in these negotiations, Mr. Urazov.

Doing business with you will enrage the Russians,

of course they'd much rather we did a deal with them.

Except they will demand

every first-born British child in return.

We'd certainly rather deal

with more reasonable people like yourselves.

Well, you know what they say about my enemy's enemy,

Mr. Home Secretary.

You know, we did have some protestors at our hotel.

I was surprised at this.

We'll find you a better hotel.

Look, I'm sorry about what happened to our deal

with the uranium.

I was overruled.

Very ungrateful of Harry.

But I'm glad you didn't send Ros this time.

But I'm glad you're not holding a grudge.

Ooh, I didn't say that.

But I'm the agency's liaison officer

so, here we are, liaising.

So, what was it you wanted to liaise about?

Word is you've secretly flown in a delegation

from Tazbekstan to discuss an emergency energy deal.

We were aiming for low-key rather than secret.

We don't like their regime, or their human rights record.

Wow!

A lecture from the Americans about ethical trade policy.

Hey, we're the good guys now.

Why don't you go to the Russians?

Because the Russians will try to screw us on price.

Well the Tazbek Trade and Industry secretary is a rapist

and a murderer.

We know all about Mr. Urazov's past.

Watch Rustam Urazov.

One of our assets tells us he has plans

for an old enemy over here.

Visual on Bibi.

Over to you, Echo Four.

Copy that.

She's going back to the internet cafe,

Comms are up.

Hello.

Bibi, thank you so much for coming.

Thank you.

Please...

How come we couldn't meet at your house?

I am certain that MI5 have me bugged.

My wife teases me, says I'm paranoid.

Just because you're paranoid...

What did you want to talk to me about?

I have it from a very good source

that Rustam Urazov is going to try and kill you

while he's here.

You may not get much protection from the British state.

I also hear that we're going to call for the lifting

of the EU weapons embargo against Tazbekstan

in return for their gas.

Where's he getting this information from?

Do we have an ID on this guy, Bravo One?

Thanks.

Matthew Plowden, he's a freelance journalist.

You should think about lowering your profile.

He destroyed my family.

I have nothing left to lose.

Your life?

I'm not frightened any more.

You're brave.

I'm not frightened,

but that isn't the same as brave.

It's a disgrace that we're rolling out the red carpet

to these murderers. But I am going to make sure

that everybody knows what's going on.

We're gonna have to deal with this,

he could cause us some real problems.

Thank you for your help, Mr. Plowden.

I'm only doing what's right.

Bye.

Visual on Bibi, heading west on Clements Street.

She's picked up a tail.

Description.

White male, blue jacket.

You take the journalist, I'll deal with Bibi.

She's turned south on Drummond.

The tail's still with her.

He's closing on her, Alpha One.

This looks like a hit.

Are you all right?

Don't worry, I'm a nurse, I'll deal with it, it's fine.

Tell me who you're working for.

Go near Bibi again and I'll bring my people next time.

Can I have a word?

Who are you?

Quick chat in the diary room, Mr. Plowden?

Why are you harassing me?

They'll be dying of envy over at the "New Statesman."

Badge of honor.

You've had a file on me for years.

Well, think of the satisfaction you can have telling

your wife she was wrong.

It was only your last conversation, honestly.

Come on, let me in, I just wanna talk to you.

We'll talk over there, if you don't mind.

All right.

Watch out for snipers.

Look, nobody wants to be cosying up to the Tazbeks,

but the energy situation is dire.

Not as dire as the Tazbek human rights record.

But who cares when cheap gas is at stake, right?

If our power stations stop running, we can kiss goodbye

to economic recovery and people will die.

People who matter will die, you mean.

British people, as opposed to foreign people

from some faraway place.

Well, luckily my job description

means I only have to worry

about British deaths, Mr. Plowden.

I'm advising you not to interfere any further

in this matter.

Or I'll get a midnight knock on the door?

No, I think her Majesty's Revenue and Customs tend to call

during office hours.

Hopefully, it will be a real charmless jobsworth.

So, who's been feeding you your information on Tazbekstan?

Reveal my source to M15, of course I will!

Okay, good time to organize your receipts box,

and every single income statement.

I shall be posting this conversation on my blog

as soon as I get inside.

Bloody internet.

So who was tailing Bibi Saparova then?

Tazbek hit team?

It looks like they were trying to abduct her

rather than kill her.

I'm assuming they wanted to deliver her

to Thumper personally.

Well we can't let that happen.

Have you seen Harry's mood recently?

He'd see protecting Bibi as a luxury

the nation can't afford right now.

Ros, Harry's always troubled.

He chooses his frown with his tie in the morning.

No, this is different.

He still hasn't resolved the situation with Ruth,

and, until he does, he'll take an even grimmer view

of any human rights activists or lefty journalists

that get in the way of energy crisis talks than I do.

Oh, come on, it can't be that bad?

The Government has described as malicious tittle-tattle

rumors that it's to call for the lifting

of an EU arms embargo in Tazbekstan.

Campaigning journalist Matthew Plowden, however,

told this program earlier

that the Tazbek human rights record won't go away

just because, "we've messed up our energy policy

and need their gas."

Bloody hell.

What is it?

Some awkward-squad MP is putting down an Early Day Motion

about our deal with Tazbekstan.

Saying what?

Cleverly worded, setting out a general marker

about a concern for human rights in any agreement.

This is that journalist, isn't it?

I've got that internet cafe on a permanent pick-up now,

and I know every time he logs in here.

Why does he log in there? He's using his own computer.

Makes him feel all Woodward and Bernstein probably,

even though it's miles easier for us to monitor him

in a public place.

Keep a close eye on him, Tariq. I wanna know who told him

about us getting the EU arms sanctions lifted?

He uses social networking sites a lot,

and I'm guessing the source is one of his online friends.

Find out who that is.

And Jo, can you go and visit Bibi and keep her quiet

before she gets herself killed.

Miss Saparova?

Yes.

I'm Gaby Fuller from the Metropolitan Police.

Can I have a quick word?

Yes.

Thank you.

You could be at risk if you continue to campaign

against Rustam Urazov's presence in this country.

- Britain's new best friend. - I'm trying to help you.

I don't need your help.

I need justice.

I understand that-

You understand nothing.

Boys from the estate.

They sometimes come and do this

because they know I live alone.

If you keep following Urazov around,

your life will be at risk.

And if he had killed every member of your family,

would you just shut up and go away?

We're running on empty now, Harry.

A few days at best.

What will you do?

We'll start with a program of rolling power cuts.

Three to five hours, in different places.

It's been costed?

Billions off the economy,

a huge blow to investor confidence.

The deal is going ahead though.

Slowly.

But it's our last hope now.

The Tazbeks can sense our desperation

and have started to up their demands.

Time's running out,

we must take the initiative,

so I want to know what the Tazbek delegation

are saying outside of the negotiations.

Bugging the hotel isn't an option,

but we're looking in to other possibilities.

Strip joints basically.

Taking one for the team there, Lucas?

We know the Tazbeks are using the strip club

for post-negotiations R & R.

We know that it's a mafia haunt

so that it's likely that we'll find Thumper's hitman there.

Okay, I'll go and take a look.

Check out the possibility of fitting some listening devices.

Tariq's pretty good with the tech stuff.

He built the miniature high-resolution camera into my watch.

Yes, we've got it now.

The hitman is Gosguly Garadanov.

He runs drugs and girls out of the club.

Old army buddy of Thumper.

I think we'll know him as Flopsy.

He was the one who was tailing Bibi.

I think they're lining something else up.

Thumper had a copy of the newspaper that Plowden writes for.

Did I not say to shut that bloody journalist up?

We're supposed to be MI5, not the Stoke Newington branch

of the Green Party.

I'd like to think we can play a little dirty sometimes.

Okay, I'll go lean on Plowden a lot harder.

Let him know what the score is.

Threaten his career and livelihood,

that often does the trick with soft-centered media types.

Shall I speak to Thumper, warn him off?

You're supposed to be Special Adviser

to the Home Secretary.

He knows what I am, he's not stupid.

All right.

But very, very delicately, Ros.

Let me be absolutely clear,

our energy security trumps everything at this point.

You might wanna take a look at this.

What is it?

The lip-reading software from the strip club.

It's giving us a live translation from the Russian,

but I think they're coding.

They're talking in euphemisms.

Because of Plowden's press campaign against them.

We need to delete the virus.

They're gonna take him out.

Where is he now?

We're running a tracker on his mobile

and playing it through CCTV feeds.

Do it quicker!

He's going to the internet cafe.

Maybe he wants to meet with Bibi?

They're starting to pick off their targets.

Stay in contact.

Lucas, Plowden's back in the cafe.

Keep a visual on him, I'm nearly there.

Yeah, will do.

He's erm...

Hold on a minute...

Flopsy's in the cafe!

Get him out of there now!

Warn him!

Lucas, you're too late.

Do you have any plans for tonight, Mr. Urazov?

Do you?

I'm not really one for the nightlife.

You are worried for me, no?

Why do you say that?

The way your eyes keep looking to the door.

You think the Russians will send somebody after me?

It's a distinct possibility, yes.

I like to think it is because you have erm...

What is the expression, you have, er, you have

"taken a shine" to me.

I'm married.

You know, I did hear about the journalist that was killed.

The one spreading lies about me.

Yes.

And his widow is saying

that it was the British security services.

We don't usually kill troublesome journalists.

Yeah, not everybody has the freedoms

we have in my country.

You don't have carte blanche, Mr. Urazov.

Why, what will you do?

Send us home and say you no longer need our gas?

Of course I know I don't have carte blanche.

Good.

But I would also expect you not to pay too much attentions

to my business activities here,

at such a delicate time in talks.

I must take them out.

Entertain them.

Find them girls.

Would you like any additional security?

Don't you worry about the Russians.

We know them a lot better than you do.

The point is, Matthew Plowden was a British citizen.

Plowden stood up and painted a massive target on himself.

Now sometimes you get a press award,

and sometimes you get something quite different.

The person who had him killed is openly gloating about it.

It'll be Bibi next.

I know that, Jo.

And I have told Thumper that he does not have carte blanche.

Thumper is making it quite clear

what the price of keeping him on board is.

Yeah, and that's a price that keeps going up.

But without the Tazbek gas we'll pay a much higher price.

Besides, Bibi Saparova is not a British citizen.

Are you saying that Bibi is a price worth paying?

That we should just look the other way?

Operational matters are down to you,

but I do not want the talks jeopardized.

I am also still waiting to hear what the Tazbek delegation

are saying away from the negotiating table.

Now, these are your priorities,

not some bloody poet who's ignored every warning

we've given her.

Er, can I have a word?

I went through all Plowden's online friends

and kept his status open.

Posted a few things to suggest he's still alive,

and carry on drawing in his contacts.

Nice.

Any response?

There was only one of them I couldn't hack into.

Violet Franklin.

Her status was protected with encryption devices

you really wouldn't expect on a social networking site.

Violet Franklin.

But once I'd hijacked his status

I was able to get a location from which she posted,

even though I couldn't read the message.

The American Embassy.

Nice work, Tariq, I'll set up a meet.

You fed the journalist.

Franklin was my favorite American President of course.

And Violet?

I just like the name, and the flower.

Why did you do it?

'Cause you needed a lesson for double-crossing me.

I made it a bit hard for you to catch me,

but not impossible.

I like our meetings.

This isn't a game, Sarah.

Rustam Urazov had the journalist killed.

And now you know what you're dealing with, don't you?

All this to make the point

that you're just a bit pissed off with us?

Britain's on the brink and you're playing out a grudge.

I could never have done this unsanctioned.

Nobody wants your sordid little deal to go through.

On this one we are in total agreement with the Russians.

Oh, well, that's good to know.

The world's gone bi-polar, again.

You think the Russians are gonna allow

a hard line nationalist regime to flourish in Tazbekstan?

Sarah-

You think we're just gonna let them cosy up

to Iran and China?

You stay out of this!

If you interfere again I will-

You will do such things, what they are yet I know not,

but they shall be the terrors of the earth.

Come on, Lucas, stay.

Let's talk.

It is with great regret that I must inform the House

that the rolling power cuts

will be from three to five hours.

I cannot pretend there is an early solution

to the problem that faces us,

although I can promise this House that this Government

is pursuing every option available to us

and I hope to have good news

to bring to the House very shortly.

The Tazbeks are stalling.

These power cuts will weaken our position.

We'll be completely over a barrel.

So how do we square this circle?

The proposed cuts could begin

within 48 hours.

But I'd like-

Okay, let's start by giving Harry what he wants.

Get the intelligence on what the Tazbeks are doing

behind the scenes.

I'll get back to the club.

It's swept for bugs but Tariq thinks he can beat that.

And Bibi?

Look, Jo, I am sick of hearing about Bibi Saparova.

If you want to make her your personal cause celebre

then you go right ahead,

but you definitely do not have my blessing

and I definitely do not want to hear another word about it.

Do you understand?

All right.

Matthew Plowden was a really good man.

He cared about a country

that is more fashionable to make jokes about.

We tried to warn him, Bibi,

just like we're trying to warn you.

And?

Do you feel proud?

That Urazov is able to do this on your soil?

This isn't as straightforward

as you're trying to making out.

We need the gas right now,

and I'm trying to protect you, Bibi.

I can't do that though unless you lower your profile.

No.

Stop being so stubborn!

It's as if you want to be his victim.

I'm already his victim.

My sister's name was Altyn.

It means golden.

And she was the golden girl in our family.

She's beautiful.

Urazov held her for a week.

Raped.

Tortured.

Raped again.

More torture.

You cannot imagine such things.

Then she was killed,

and her broken body was left at our doorstep.

I know that feeling.

My name's Jo Portman.

I work for MI5.

I won't let him hurt you.

Thanks for coming.

How's it all going?

Well, the gas negotiations are underway.

We're in a very bad place right now.

The hidden price for our salvation

is that we have to turn away,

while a rapist and murderer gets to pick off his opponents

on our soil.

Harry okay'd that?

Harry's not himself right now.

What do you want from me?

Talk to Harry.

Isn't that a rather insulting idea to Harry?

You think he makes policy decisions

based on his emotional state of mind?

No, I'm not saying that.

But no-one's better than you at putting across

a different perspective.

It doesn't always work,

believe you me.

He's hurting.

About what happened...

And I'm not?

I lost my family.

My home.

Harry wasn't the one who lost them for you.

He did the right thing under intolerable pressure.

Maybe he's doing the right thing now, then.

No.

This is different.

But I think that he's locked in to thinking it's the same.

And you want me to explain that?

We've missed you, Ruth.

We've missed you badly.

But no-one more than Harry.

Er, we need to talk.

I'm glad you said that.

I'm sorry.

That I blamed you for what happened.

It wasn't fair.

And I'm sorry too, Ruth.

I'm sorry for everything, really.

Truly sorry.

More trouble for the Government today

as the Home Secretary admits the gas shortages

may be more serious than we originally thought.

The Opposition has accused him of misleading

the House of Commons and taunted the Government

as being more empty and exhausted than our gas reserves.

Meanwhile, health experts are warning

that the death toll could reach into the high thousands

as homes are deprived of heat and light.

Turning to the Tazbeks was a bitter pill.

But one we were prepared to swallow

because we thought we would get cheap gas fast.

You said the talks would be a formality.

What's the obstacle?

Every time we get close that smarmy little shyster

throws in a new demand.

Smarmy little shyster being?

Urazov, of course.

He's following his own agenda.

Why aren't your people doing their job

and finding out what that is?

I think he has several agendas.

We can't have come this far to end up with nothing.

In 36 hours the lights go out.

And that will make the banking crisis

look like a walk in the park if we don't get it sorted.

Fast.

What's the time, Mr. Wolf?

That is an unbelievably clear reception.

The club is swept for fixed bugs,

but I think we have a good chance with this one.

Excellent.

Well done.

I've got a thumbprint for you.

Please, er, speak in English.

I don't want my delegation to understand.

Hey, you want a girl?

What, some Moldovian peasant girl just off a track?

No, before I leave, I pluck myself an English rose.

How are the negotiations going?

If my Prime Minister have his way, we sign tomorrow.

And you?

The British are arrogant.

I like to make them squirm right up to the last moment.

The journalist was not problem.

Good.

You will be well paid.

But you know the real prize, yeah?

The last Saparova.

Take your time with her, and bring me something

for my home-movie collection.

What's happening?

You know, you should come home soon.

Things are gonna get very interesting.

When it all starts, I will come home.

So there will be war back home?

Six months maybe before they force us

to stop the fighting.

Then in that time people like you will make a lot of money,

kill a lot of peasant trash,

then I will become Prime Minister.

A man of peace and reconstruction.

And all the international aid

will flow into all the right places.

The Russians?

One must always watch the Russians.

They also want our gas.

But they will be pragmatic in the end,

especially now we have friends in European Union.

This man is a Central Asian Hitler in the making.

It will be a bloody horrible mess.

Paramilitaries, looting, raping,

there'll be massacres on both sides.

I underestimated him,

and I made the wrong call on Bibi Saparova.

We still have the problem of needing their gas.

Then we take him out.

We take out

the Tazbek visiting Trade and Industry Secretary?

You want to go back to Plan A?

Let him kill the girl?

I always prefer not to play off the back foot,

you know that.

He's the fly in the ointment.

He's the one stalling the negotiations

in order to obtain the maximum advantage for his war.

The Tazbeks would have signed 48 hours ago

without Urazov in the way.

We still have a chance of getting our gas supplies,

and stopping the carnage he wants to unleash.

It can't be seen to be us.

The Tazbek delegation have already refused

our protection, right?

That's true.

Thumper specifically told me that they could deal

with the Russians.

If we obviously had nothing to do with it,

why would they blame us?

You'd have to explain that there'd be consequences though,

if it's to be done properly.

You know what I'm thinking, then?

I have a fairly good idea, yes.

There would be a trial afterwards?

There would have to be, I'm afraid.

And prison, maybe 10 years.

You already knew what my answer would be.

She agreed?

She'll take the punishment to kill the man

that did that to her sister.

She has a great motive for killing him,

and everybody will think the FSB were helping her.

She'll say anything we want her to say afterwards.

There'll be no comeback on us.

All right, but it won't be easy.

For a star, how do we set the honey trap

and get him into a different hotel room?

You heard what he said about the English rose.

I think Jo just about falls into that category.

Cheers, Ros!

No worries.

Fine, but we'll also need eyes on the corridor

keeping watch for bodyguards.

Worth breaking him in with something simple?

Gotta learn multi-tasking.

Young, scruffy, minimum wage

written right across his forehead.

Perfect.

Good day.

How are the negotiations?

These things always take longer than you think.

I do hope you're not playing games with us, Mr. Urazov.

Oh, you still don't want to play games?

What a shame.

On that subject, there's a young lady across the bar

who's making eyes at you.

Not my type.

No?

A sexy blonde in a bar?

Has Moscow all over it.

You think?

She's heading for Room 627.

And I assure you, Mr. Urazov, the only Russian you'll find

in Camilla Hamilton-Blythe's DNA is likely to be Romanov

and pre-date 1917.

And we like to keep our guests comfortable.

Thank you.

They're in the room.

Copy that.

Take your dress off.

Leave everything else on.

Then come here.

What are you doing?

Bibi...

Trap's sprung, Alpha One.

As soon as shots are fired, I'll let you know.

Copy that.

What are you doing?

Listen.

Bibi...

Bibi, this is crazy...

You can't do this.

Bibi...

Please...

I can't do it.

Okay.

I can't kill somebody.

Just give it to me, eh?

For your sister.

Miserable whores!

Shots fired, Alpha One.

Send in the clowns.

No.

No, please, don't.

Something's wrong, Jo's in trouble!

Please...

Oh, no!

More shooting in the room, Alpha One. Something's wrong.

So we start the rumors

that she was almost certainly being manipulated by the FSB.

That's already been put to the Tazbeks.

So they're not blaming us?

Well, why would they?

They knew what Thumper was like when it came to the ladies.

He was the one who told the bodyguards to stay downstairs.

Their Prime Minister is now very anxious to sign

and get home before he meets a similar fate.

Well done, everybody, looks like we have our deal.

Awful news about the shooting of their chief negotiator

by the Tazbek dissident.

We strongly suspect she was being manipulated

by the Russians.

Indeed.

I'd like to welcome everybody here today.

Our own Foreign Secretary would have liked to attend,

but has unfortunately been caught up

in the latest Middle East...

Who sent them the photos?

Must've been the Russians.

They've got a photograph of Jo with Bibi inside the house.

How did they get that, we had a counter-surveillance team

watching the whole time?

Play for time.

Insist they're forgeries.

The Tazbeks will already have had the photographs

checked out.

And how did they get pictures of you inside the flat?

The kids at the window.

I need justice.

It's the boys from the estate, they know I live alone.

What?

Kids from the estate, hassling Bibi,

they came banging on the window.

She said they always did it.

I bet they're not there now.

FSB must have been watching Bibi

in case they did decide to use her.

So, how do we get out of this one?

We'll have to go to the Americans.

Last time I checked, there wasn't a gas pipeline

across the Atlantic.

The Americans can broker a deal.

The Russians are our only option now.

It's what they wanted all along,

a great big Cossack boot over our throat.

We can't even begin to negotiate

with the Russians.

This is what I mean, we'll have to get the Americans

to go to the Russians on our behalf.

With what?

What are we offering?

The intelligence we have,

that the Tazbeks are planning a war

on their autonomous region.

They probably already suspect that.

Yeah, but they don't know the details

of Thumper's little plan.

Obviously we'll have to gild the lily,

but it's an opening gambit at least.

The Russians will never just settle for that.

Obviously not, but we can at leas get the ball rolling

with the suggestion that we can give them something.

All right, I'll go and talk to Sarah Caulfield.

See what they say at least.

Here we are.

Hey, Lucas.

My boss.

Samuel Walker.

Given the hard task of trying to keep an eye on this one.

I don't envy you.

Hey, enough of the compliments.

So we've spoken to the Russians on your behalf.

Thank you, and?

It was an audacious gamble taking out Urazov.

Shame it backfired on you.

But they, like us, are not unhappy with his removal,

so you haven't lost any friends that way.

And our offer?

They like your offer and are keen to talk

about what you know.

You can have gas as from tomorrow,

at a similar price the Tazbeks were offering you.

Small mark-up, because you did hurt their feelings

not going straight to them.

Oh, they're very sensitive that way, aren't they?

As always with the Russians though,

the devil's in the detail.

They have one further requirement.

And what would that be?

They want the Tazbek Prime Minister.

What?

He leaves on a secret flight from Britain.

They want details of that flight.

So what, they're gonna shoot his plane down?

No, but they are gonna explain to him,

in their own good time, what will happen if he continues

to follow an agenda they consider hostile

to their interests.

So they hijack the plane,

force it to land?

As I say, Lucas, the devil is in the detail.

I'd leave that part to the Russians.

We've had our backs right up against the wall

and you and the Russians have been watching

and playing us the whole time.

Hey, you did the world a great favor.

You did the right thing.

Everybody's happy.

Now you have gas and we don't have Urazov.

Dear Miss Portman,

I'm sorry that I couldn't get to know you better.

I think in a different world

we might have even been friends.

But the sorrow in my heart is too great

for me to continue now.

I wanted you to know, however, that I appreciate

your efforts on my behalf.

Thank you.

Bibi.

Harry?

You went and spoke to Ruth, didn't you?

Yes.

What did you hope to achieve by that?

I thought you were wrong for turning a blind eye to Bibi.

There are some lines we should not cross.

In my opinion.

You were right, I didn't think it through properly.

She should come back to us.

If you talk to her-

She's extremely fond of you, Jo.

She thinks the service needs more people like you.

I can try and sort the logistical side

of things out with the Home Secretary,

but, if you continue to meet her...

I'm happy to try.

Good.

Don't go behind my back again, though,

or I'll have you deported to Tazbekstan.

Understood.

The energy crisis may have eased slightly,

with reports that an unexpected deal has been agreed

with the Russians to provide emergency short-term supplies.

Ministers have dismissed opposition claims

of chaos at the heart of government.

With the Prime Minister saying he'll get on

with running the country and ensuring economic recovery.

Is it done?

The Russians forced the plane to land about an hour ago.

They can be very persuasive in these situations.

A plague on both their houses.

We have to look after ourselves now.

People have every right to be angry.

We've let too much slide through our fingers.

Things will look better in a year's time.

And a lot of people who would have died will now not die.

It's breathtakingly simple sometimes.

Hmm, it doesn't always feel that way.

Home Secretary, I have to talk to you

about something that's not simple at all.

Do you remember Ruth Evershed?

I've never seen London look so pretty.

Well, the gas is flowing again.

And we're laying in some proper reserves this time.

The lights don't stay on all by themselves.

You gotta work hard at keeping a society going.

Didn't see that one coming.

So what happens now?

Now?

In the next few hours.

I was presumptuous enough to book a hotel room

when you called and asked to meet me.

That was presumptuous.

I understand codes.

That's my job, really.

Which hotel?

Claridge's.

Good choice.

My favorite.

We'll take separate cabs.

Probably nobody's watching, but it'll add to the occasion.

Okay.

What's the room number?

I forget.

Just ask for Violet Franklin.

Not often we see you this time of night,

must be something important.

You think you're being bugged here?

Spies listening to spies?

What are you worried about?

I've been approached.

By whom?

An American contact.

Name?

I can't, Harry, but somebody high up.

He had grave concerns

about a plot to challenge the world order as we know it.

A plot, as in?

He didn't go into specifics,

but he talked about divisions in their intelligence services

and a high-level meeting in Switzerland.

I think he wanted me to warn somebody.

So here I am, warning the somebody that I trust the most.

We'll look into it.

My contact is not a man prone to exaggeration.

Whatever that meeting was about, whoever was involved,

he made it sound very big.

He was scared, Harry.