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Blessed who can unconcernedly find hours, days,

and years slide soft away in health of body, peace of mind,

quiet by day, sound, sleep by night,

study and ease together mixed, sweet recreation

and innocence, which most does please with meditation.

Thus, let me live unseen, unknown.

Thus unlamented, let me die.

Steal from the world

and not a stone tell where I lie.

Can't believe she chose this place.

Not really very, is it?

And enigma till the last,

She once told me that friends and lovers were overrated.

She only really liked colleagues.

Liked might be a bit strong.

I need to talk to you.

And I you, a turn around the grounds.

I feel like she's trying to tell us something,

like this is what was missing from her life.

Marry me, Ruth.

Harry, this is neither the time nor the place.

This is exactly the time and the place.

It's the funeral, it's made you emotional.

No, it's made me see clearly.

Roz gave everything to this country

and six people came to say goodbye to her,

six people Ruth.

I don't want that for myself and I don't want that for you.

Harry, God, your timing.

Timing is nothing.

Timing means everything, took you one second

to ask me to marry you.

Do you know that in the years gone by,

there have been thousands of moments

in which if you'd asked me the same question,

I'd have said yes, always.

But now after the choices you've.

I can't Harry.

What did you want to talk to me about?

No, it can wait.

No, we move on from this.

Nightingale conspirators,

they buried their trails deeper than I've ever seen.

But last night we came up with something.

He was part of the inner circle Harry.

He gave the order to bomb the hotel.

But they smeared him.

They forced him to resign.

It was a smoke screen, everything's in there.

Ever feel like you just can't go on Ruth.

Can't go on, must go on.

It's only 30 years old but should be quaffable.

This is a surprise, come in.

Forgive the haste, it's cold here.

Cold, remote and forbidding, bliss.

So you rattling around this place all alone?

Well, not along sadly.

Julia and her sister come up tomorrow.

How are you Harry?

I mean really.

I'll be all the better for this.

To Ross.

Ross.

Highly quaffable.

Well come on man, make yourself a home.

You still got your gloves on.

How did you find out?

Ruth.

That dogged brilliant bitch.

Will it hurt Harry.

Not for long.

My family?

It'll look like a heart attack, there'll be no disgrace.

Thank you.

You know I always liked you Harry.

I envied you actually, your sure moral sense.

The thing is though,

that kind of certainty limits a man,

keeps him small.

That's why you'll never have

what I had with Nightingale.

The chance, even for just one moment

to really change everything,

you'll never know what that's like.

I'm about to aboard.

Alpha one, I don't need to remind you

how dangerous this man is.

He's Al-Qaeda's, head of African operations, be careful.

Got you on the ship's GPS, bon voyage.

What's with the prostitute captain?

Did you like the blonde?

Oh mate.

Don't even get me started on blondes.

I was told no women and children on this boat,

trying to start riot or something?

Mr. Hair, I can't deny my men a chance

to make some extra money.

She'll fetch a couple of thousand at the other end.

Good luck.

Thank you, Sir Harry.

The man, the myth, the legend.

Home secretary,

Please.

Good lumber support, my only vice,

knife crime down 2%,

probably just the honeymoon period sadly.

I'll make the most of it.

Reintroduce slavery and invade Belgium.

I do hope we're going to get on Sir Harry.

Now, why do we have to raise the threat level?

Hussein Habib rising Al-Qaeda star,

former Somali war lord.

He's well resourced and enjoys a reputation for brutality

and we have intel that he's now planning

an attack in the UK.

His martyrdom video states that he wants

to strike at the heart of British power,

but we think we found him on a ship sailing out of Morocco.

We've decided to take a preemptive stance

and nip it in the bud.

I'm talking about a kill order.

Oh, good luck.

Of course you'll keep all of this

well away from UK territory.

Anything else?

Just this.

It's my resignation.

I know you were close to Ros Meyers.

Her death is just one of many reasons home secretary

and of course your appointment

has no bearing on my decision.

Feels like the appropriate moment.

Listen Harry, as I ease into my dotage,

I've realized that everything in life is about timing,

from sex to the golf swing.

So I'm not gonna pick up that envelope yet.

We'll just let it percolate for a few days.

As you wish Home Secretary.

Listen, everything's cool, everything's set.

Everything's fun, okay?

It's gonna be good fun, okay?

Yeah, all right.

Tell you what mate, if she's clean,

I'll give you 50 for a couple of hours with her.

Hey, you don't talk to her, eh?

She's clean and she stays clean.

Come on mate.

Can't bring a woman on board

and expect to keep her all to yourself.

Please.

Oh, I think she's got a soft spot for you.

The former home secretary's autopsy

came through Harry, heart attack.

How sad.

Not really.

Harry, I've got Lucas.

Go ahead Alpha One.

Habib's on board.

Eyeball confirmation, are we go?

Complete the operation.

And Lucas, the assassination has to happen

whilst you're in international waters.

Understood.

Captain.

Fresh from the captain's table.

What's that woman doing on board?

Your orders were to keep crew and passengers to a minimum,

we can't afford any collateral if things turn bad.

The crew get a cut of the sale.

The old captain allowed it.

If I'd have said no, they may have rejected me

as skipper, I don't like it,

but that's the way it works out here.

Fine, but after we've done this,

I want that girl off the ship.

Of course, extra ammo,

suppressor, they're in cabin six, upper deck sea.

I'll call a crew meeting in two minutes.

Make sure you don't run into anybody.

You'll have time to get rid of the body.

You know sir, I could have taken care of this myself.

Well before you can run Dimitri.

And Habib had a container loaded on board.

I tried to check it but it's been welded shut.

Can't be good, right?

Let's deal with Habib first.

I think that's everything.

No.

It's all right, I'm not gonna hurt you.

What are you doing down here?

Speak English, Russian?

Please, please, I run.

No, no, no, no.

Listen, you need to go back to your cabin now.

Shit, down, down.

Pirates, let's go back, come on.

Our company will pay good money for us,

as long as you don't hurt us.

Who are these people?

No one, just passengers.

You had a gun, why?

Why do you think?

Protection from people like you.

A gangster and his whore,

do not waste ammunition.

Cut them, throw them off overboard.

You first.

Who are you?

Private contractor.

I'm assuming you're security services.

Help me conceal these bodies.

There's only one thing on this quote worth tracking.

I'm assuming you and your pimp are onto Habib.

So how do you think these guys fit in?

They're just pirates.

Let's hope so, you're coming with me

and you're gonna do exactly what you told, is that clear?

I just saved your life.

Let's move.

You can't seriously be thinking about taking them on.

There's too many of them.

I need you to go back to my cabin, B deck.

Cabin three.

There's a cell phone under the bunk mattress.

Do hash hash star zero five.

Whoever picks up, give them the emergency contact protocol

Cobalt seven, ask to speak to Harry Pearce.

Get him to assess and advise.

Why don't you go?

Because I'm not taking my eyes off my colleague

and you're slightly less likely

to be shot than I am, bring the phone back with you.

Why do you need the crane?

Are you opening a container?

Harry, emergency contact from the Hannover staff.

Lucas or Demetri?

Neither.

This is Harry Pearce.

Mr. Pearce, my name is Beth Bailey,

I'm a private security contractor

surveilling Hussein Habib's organization.

The Hanover Star has been boarded by pirates.

It's not yet clear if there's any connection with Habib,

your lead operative is trying

to rescue his colleague who's being held at gunpoint.

Do we trust this?

Well, she used all the right protocols.

Miss. Bailey, tell my officer

to abort his primary mission,

then I want all of you off that boat.

We'll alert the relevant Navy.

Thank you for your assistance.

Understood.

It'll be all right Harry.

That'll be all Ruth.

Habib, my brother.

Shalom.

I spoke to your people.

You're to abort bought the primary mission

and get off the ship.

We need captain and engineer only.

If you kill any more of my men,

I won't pilot the ship, I swear to you.

And I swear to you, I kill someone every minute

you do not do your job, starting with this passenger.

Okay, okay.

You killed him, not me.

Lock them up.

Turn off the GPS and bring me the satphone.

Once I've finished, activate the signal jammer.

Whoa, GPS signal just died.

Red flash Lucas on the SAT phone.

Signal's blocked.

Alert the admiralty.

We're too low in the water.

I need to go and check something.

What is it?

The ballast pump must have failed.

I need to fix it or we could capsize.

Come on, I need to do it now.

I need my tools.

Don't touch anything in the engine room.

The ballast pumps are very dangerous.

This is it.

Hey, what's happening down there?

Why did they kill those men?

What's she doing here?

It's okay, they're not pirates.

They're with a Habib, he's their leader.

Hijacking the ship is part of a plan

and I found out what was in his container.

Explosives, a lot.

Shit, I need to notify the grid.

Can't, they've jammed all the signals

and turned off the GPS, we're invisible.

You need to get off the boat and get out of jammer range.

I'll stay.

No, no way, we all go.

If we all go, we lose the boat

and we leave Habib alone with a floating bomb.

Look, if I stay, I may have a chance to stop the ship

before it gets anywhere near land.

You go get help, besides, then you need to sail this thing.

They're not gonna hurt me, not yet.

You know this is the right option, cause a diversion.

Get Habib's men off the deck

and I'll release the lifeboat locks.

All right.

One more thing.

I overheard Habib on the phone to someone.

Towar, sounded like someone important.

Habib told him he could begin.

I think they're mounting an operation, go.

I'm done.

Fire, the engine room.

You want to die?

Go again, you stay here.

Quickly.

The passengers.

Why did you help them skip?

Don't look at me.

Sail the ship, anything else you die.

The pirates are loyal to Habib

and that ship is now packed with explosives.

Headed for the UK?

It's likely given his previous threats,

look, with the navigation systems offline,

it will be impossible to tell where she's heading.

And Dmitri said he overheard Habib

talking on a cell phone to someone called Talwar.

I think they're planning some sort of coordinated attack.

We'll look into it, Tariq,

cross-reference everything we have on a be with this Talwar.

Look, Harry, Dmitri's still on board.

We couldn't have escaped without him.

He's gonna try and scuffle the ship,

but there's a patrol leaving shortly.

I wanna go back for him.

No, let the Navy do their job.

If there's the chance of an attack here,

we need you, thumb a ride on a Hercules.

I need you back on the grid Lucas, be safe.

We need a list of possible targets along the South coast.

Start with the naval bases.

That ship gets into Harbor, it could destroy a whole city.

And our newest recruit is on board.

Talwar is a code name

of a high level Al-Qaeda computer hacker

thought to be behind the breach

of the Pentagon mainframe last year.

The CIA have been trying to flush him out

the SWAT Valley since February

And he's working with Habib.

Is he running this op?

Impossible to say, but I've got a potential target,

new aircraft carrier being launched

by the Queen in Plymouth tomorrow.

Thousands of people, head of state, military significance.

It's Habib's dream target.

GCHQ's been intercepting all Habib's

communications for the last 15 months.

And the problem is Habib's private communications

are always heavily coded so it takes weeks to break them.

We don't have weeks, if Tariq's write about Plymouth

thousands are at risk.

We need to know what these two are saying to each other.

It's the only way we'll find out

if that's where the ship's heading.

But don't worry about Dimitri.

He was SBS.

They fight sharks for fun.

Does it ever stop?

It's not your fault, Harry.

Any chance of a lift back to London?

Look, I'm sorry about your colleague,

but it's exactly why people like you

shouldn't get involved with things like this.

My company has 30 years experience.

Please stop patronizing me.

We're in the same field, buddy.

You think, right now my colleague is alone at gunpoint,

risking his life to protect his country

on a ship loaded with explosives.

You, you are a profiteer.

You exploit death, violence and misery for money.

I reckon you can afford your own plane ticket.

I've just been undercover as a penniless prostitute.

Thank you.

Stop the ship.

Come.

You too.

Have you cracked the code?

Not exactly.

Each message between a Habib

and tower has a different dynamic signature.

I have to trawl the non index deep web

to construct a cipher, requires a lot

of computing power, takes time.

And you're waiting for?

Well I could send out a worm

to temporarily hijack 1000

of the public's personal computers.

Harness their power together and we can do it.

Downside?

Besides massive illegality,

computers across the country will grind to a halt

and we may corrupt up some files here and there.

So the country will have to struggle on

without pornography and Minesweeper

for a couple of hours, do it.

Harry, I've been reading Talwar's

unsecured public posts on known AQ forums.

I might have found something.

Sometimes his Arabic is really off,

odd phrases consistent

with someone translating from English.

Well, we don't even know his nationality.

Well, he talks a lot about the mountains,

having to move,

avoiding the the CIA.

Well nothing specific obviously,

but twice he mentions watching the sunrise,

usual dawn of a global Islamic caliphate bit.

And?

Well the sunrise times don't corroborate

with the Middle East, they're Greenwich meantime.

Well that could place him in any other

English speaking country in our time zone.

Yes, of course.

But then look here March 11th.

Now Talwar apologizes for not posting, his internet was down

because of a thunderstorm

and the only place with a localized thunderstorm

that afternoon was the southeast of England.

I think he's here Harry in London.

I think he's always been here.

Preparations are already well underway

in Plymouth for the launch of HMS Endurance,

the newest edition to the Royal Navy's fleet.

The type 45 Destroyer.

It's good to have you back.

Any news on Demetri?

No, Navy patrols are still searching,

sky full of satellites

and yet a 30,000 ton cargo ship full of explosives

and heading this way can apparently disappear

into the Atlantic Ocean.

We're onto Talwar though, the Al-Qaeda

computer hacker who's Habib's contact.

We think he may be in London

coordinating this end of the operation.

Tariq.

The cypher's working

but they've been cautious

even within this encryption, Habib and Talwar

Don't talk about the operation explicitly.

This is my, I want some good news face.

Talwar's servers are somewhere in the Middle East.

He accesses them using a super shadow proxy.

This is cutting edge stuff is very cool.

It masks where he really is

by bouncing his communications across the world.

Untraceable, but this thing's data packet is pretty unique.

If we can get a new message direct from Talwar,

I think I can find him.

Contact Talwar using Habib's private code.

Pose as a friend, get him to respond.

Tell him the success of the attack

is dependent on that response.

Theo, I'm not a ship's captain.

I'm British Security Services.

What?

We need to take control of this ship.

But to do that, I'm gonna need your help.

They are your enemies, not mine.

Put them on.

Did Talwar bite?

It's been 12 minutes, no reply yet.

We posed as one of the pirates,

told him Habib was injured

during the hijacking and needs

to pass on an urgent message about the ship's payload.

Come on you bastard.

Need to stop that ship.

Where did all your friends go?

This journey is not for them.

Set a new course.

What's at Plymouth?

You think they will let you

get anywhere near the port?

You do not speak.

All this effort to be blown out of the water

five miles off the coast.

That's not the Martyr's death.

Not even a coward's death.

It's a idiot's death.

What do you know about dying for the cause captain?

We've got a reply.

It's Talwar, tracing the data packet.

Forcing a reverse IP reveal,

IP resolves to West London.

Let me narrow it down.

It's registered to Graham Francis Hall.

44, IT consultant.

Born in Leeds, no criminal record.

Not your typical Al-Qaeda profile.

Ah, he converted to Islam in 92.

Wife Helida born Pakistan, daughter Aala, age 17.

That's all we've got.

He's being careful.

Well you would.

Tariq, get me the address.

64, Lintel Street, West 12.

Our scrambler level seven armed response team.

Tell C 19 I'll meet them there.

Okay, you here.

Kneel.

All unbelievers cry in the face of death.

Wait, this plan is already over.

How many innocent people have you killed

for this failure?

And all the innocents your godless leaders have killed

across the Muslim world.

What was the point of their deaths captain?

I don't know, maybe none, but why do this?

You are a man of faith, aren't you?

I am, but I'm also a father who watched

his homeland abandoned by the west.

Left to rot.

Do you want us in your country or not?

You don't even know do you?

Who are you?

Stop the ship.

Protocol six, cloud six.

Give me Harry Pearce.

The Hanover Star back online.

Harry, it's Dimitri.

Alpha Two.

Habib's dead.

Hanover Star is stopped 26 miles south,

southwest of Plymouth.

Navy should be with us any minute.

Ruth, tell Lucas and CO 19 to stand down.

Talwar is now the most valuable

AQ intelligence source we've had in years.

Put a triple A full surveillance package on it,

then double it.

What about the other pirates Alpha Two.

They seem to have gone.

I need to search a ship, check that there's explosives

aren't gonna go off anytime soon.

You all right?

Yeah, just a scratch, I'll be fine.

Glad to hear it.

Liaise with the Navy, then get back here.

What's the matter, worked out?

It's danger averted, Dimitri's safe.

What about next time?

What about when it doesn't work out.

We deal with it like we always do?

Is it ever time to stop dealing with it?

To just say no, I don't want to go to any more funerals.

What's this about?

I've handed in my resignation.

I know that Ros.

It's not that.

It's everything, I just don't want

to feel like I'm covered in blood anymore.

I've never heard you feel sorry for yourself before.

I don't think I do, it's just the realization

that I make a negligible difference.

That's not true.

I think it is.

The bodies keep falling away on both sides.

The enemy strikes, we strike back.

I think it's time for somebody else

to stand on the wall for a bit.

This isn't you talking.

I am leaving, I want to feel clean.

That's enough Ruth.

There's someone here to see you.

She's been swept and scanned in the interrogation room now.

Who is it?

Don't know, she knew your protocols though

and she said she was retaining your 50.

Thanks Tariq.

I was adjusting extremely well to the concept

that I was never gonna see you again.

I have a present for you.

Do you remember the South American on the boat,

the one sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the Somalis?

Well at the time I thought I recognized him

so I started checking files and eventually I found him.

Jose Fontes Aroyo, Colombian engineer and shipbuilder.

He works for the drug cartels designing new ways

to transport their wares.

Anyway, look, I wondered

what the hell a Colombian drug smuggling boffin

was doing on an AQ mission.

So I dug a bit.

This is Arroyo's pride and joy.

They're remote semi-submersibles which travel fast and low.

They're totally undetectable by radar

and can carry 10 tons of cocaine

or they could carry 10 tons of explosive.

The HVA Star's been neutralized.

My colleague killed Habib, it's over.

It's not to say this isn't interesting.

I wanna know what this man was doing on the boat,

but I get the impression you might want something in return.

I'd like to talk to Harry Pearce.

You don't remember me, do you?

Actually I do Miss. Bailey, very well.

You were an excellent candidate.

But at the time it was felt by some of the recruitment panel

that you are overly self-interested

and potentially arrogant.

Ouch.

How have the intervening years been?

Well, I suppose I've been proving the panel right mostly,

making large amounts of money in the private sector.

I worked in South America first and then the Middle East.

So why are you here?

I was thinking of reapplying.

Well run dry?

No, but the water's dirty.

The private sector's flooded with amateurs now.

And you're suddenly stirred once again

to the defense of the realm.

Look, I'm fully prepared

for all the self-righteous bullshit that I'm gonna get here

because of the choices I've made.

But I'm ready for that, I want this.

I want to get clean.

And I encourage your reapplication

Miss. Bailey, but it's not me you'll have to convince,

come back in a couple of weeks

and I'll put in a good word for you

with whoever is sitting here.

Harry, it's Dimitri, something's wrong.

Thank you Miss. Bailey.

Go ahead Alpha Two.

I've searched the ship.

The explosives Habib brought on board are gone.

All of them, there must be another plan.

Another target.

Submersibles.

Miss Bailey, a moment please.

Our man on the boat is saying

the explosives are no longer on board.

Could the submersibles have already launched?

May I talk to him?

- Go ahead. - Alpha Two.

Did the boat stop at any point?

Did you see anything unusual?

Yeah, we stopped in the middle of nowhere.

I was locked up below but I heard the crane

and two boats lowering the water.

I assumed it was the pirates leaving.

All right, patch yourself up and come home Alpha Two.

The boat run at Plymouth was a diversion.

The submersibles were in the container

along with the explosives.

What's the submersibles range?

About five, 600 miles.

Christ, they could be anywhere.

Ruth, Tariq start searching for potential targets.

Alert the RN and the Coast Guard.

We have to assume the UK is a target again.

I'll red flesh the naval bases.

They wouldn't even get close.

Aerial patrols, minefields.

Well same goes for coastal power stations.

They're far too well protected.

What about commercial ports?

Not high profile enough.

They wouldn't go

to all these trouble to blow up Southampton docks,

to strike at the heart of British power.

How big are these things?

Could they fit through the Thames barrier?

Yeah.

The Thames Defense system, it should be able

to detect and neutralize anything like this.

Tell them what to expect.

Beth, how fast do the submersibles to travel?

Fast, 40 knots.

So given the current location of the Hannover Star,

if they launched six hours ago

within a 50 mile radius of here.

God, they could be in the river by now.

Century is offline, it went down this morning.

Now there's no chance of getting a missile look on them.

- Must have been hacked. - Talwar.

Okay Tariq, get onto the Thames barrier.

Tell them to close it now.

Habib launches the submersibles.

Talwar takes out the defense system.

Houses of Parliament.

Well they've been looking for a way to combine cyber

and physical attacks for years.

We need to shut him down, now.

You go with him.

He may need your knowledge.

Okay, let's make the calls, evacuate the HP, Six

and any other prominent government bank side buildings.

After 9/11,

various last resort measures were put in place

only to be used in the darkest hour

when all other countermeasures have failed.

Sorry, what are we talking about?

Beneath the houses of Parliament

in a reinforced chamber,

there's an electromagnetic pulse bomb.

Its conventional blast will be contained by the room,

but it will kill everything electrical within one kilometer.

And we fire it, now?

It's not that simple.

There's a reason it's a measure of last resort.

It'll take out everything within that radius.

That's pacemakers.

Life support machines, even aircraft are at risk.

Lucas, there's two people at the rear of the property.

Ground floor, one traveling upstairs.

Armed police, stay still, stay still!

Armed police, get down!

Get Century back online now!

What are you talking about?

Are you Talwar.

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

Who is Talwar?

Don't know what you're talking about, please.

Lucas, she's upstairs.

Get down on the floor, get down now!

She's Talwar.

You can't stop it.

No, but you can, do it, now.

Do it!

Lucas, the Thames barrier have reported

that the submersibles pass through,

it gives us about five minutes

before they reach the HP.

We can't guarantee complete evacuation in that time.

You have to get Century back up.

Understood, reactivate the system.

Do it now.

Don't think I won't kill you

because you are a teenage girl.

She wants to be a martyr.

What would you suggest?

Get her parents up here now.

If Lucas can't reactivate Century,

we're no choice but to detonate the EMP,

we risk a few deaths to prevent thousands.

The subs could be duds.

They could miss, Habib could have made any one

of 100 tiny miscalculations.

This is your last chance to reactivate the system.

No!

Please don't make me do this.

These are the choices

I didn't want to have to make anymore.

These are the choices we need you to make.

Your mother.

We give Lucas as long as possible.

Don't make me do this!

Harry, she's not budging.

This is Harry Pierre.

Protocol 17872.

Standby to detonate the EMP bomb on my mark.

Two torpedo like

objects approaching Westminster Bridge.

No time left.

Three, two, one, mark.

It's over.

You failed, you failed.

Take her away.

Move.

I'm really rather resentful

about having to trot out all this nonsense

about a chain reaction on the tube.

I saw you on the Six, you were magnificent.

You made an extraordinary difficult decision today Harry,

I applaud you for it.

And I suppose that's that only thanks

you'll never get unless a temps.

I am sufficiently ennobled thank you very much.

And you can dispose of that letter home secretary.

Glad to hear it, I mean that.

Well, I'm sure I'm due at MumsNet or something

until the next catastrophe.

St. Thomas's backup generator kicked in just in time.

I thought you'd want to know.

So I only caused the deaths of nine people.

They're having to bring the submersibles up by night.

But the navy divers

have examined them and they say they're legit.

So nine people died in the EMP, but you save thousands.

Is it all just maths Ruth?

I think sometimes it is.

Going to offer Beth a job.

We need different kinds of people here.

In fact, I'd like you to tell her.

I will.

I've been thinking about why I said no to.

You don't have.

To because it would be a lie,

Harry, can you even picture it?

Us in a little house in Sussex.

What would we do, what would we talk about

when the neighbors came around?

I think we've forfeited the chance

for that sort of life Harry, you and me.

Things we've seen together.

Things we've done.

And here we can face all that in the open.

There we'd have to hide it away.

We couldn't be more together than we are right now.

You sort out Beth's clearances.

I will.

Is Beth gone?

Yeah, she just left.

You should catch her if you hurry.

I'll take it you're telling her the good news.

You're not pleased?

I'm not sure about her.

In fact, I plan on doing a bit

of background research starting tonight.

Actually, there is one thing.

She doesn't have anywhere to stay in London

and you've got a spare room, right?

Oh, Lucas.

Won't be forever, I want her kept close.

But I.

Thanks Ruth.

It's not really you, is it?

15 years and you look just the same.

Get away from me.

A stroke rather curtails one's plans for world domination.

Whatever it is you want, Vaughn, you're not getting it.

Our actions mar or make us,

we're the children of our own deeds.

I was marred by what we did.

Looks like you were made.

This is for you.

Well, I'll go.

Just tell me one thing.

I'm too curious.

What's it been like?

What's what been like?

Well, being Lucas North, of course.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, I'll go.

Good to see you, John.