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You are not acting
in the interests of this service.

In this matter,
I AM the interests of this service.

What is it this time? Spain? Morocco?

You want to reduce 5
to some kind of firm of decorators,

only to be wheeled out
when you want a whitewash.

You're on very dangerous ground.

Aren't you curious to know what it'd be
like to live together, like a real family?

A real family... please. My own son
doesn't even know my real name.

My role is no longer operational.
I just oversee.

Precisely.
Everything goes across your desk.

Harry, we're on the same side.

THEY PLAY GRUNGE

# Realistic

# Nihilistic

# Yeah-eh!

# Twisting my views

# On the six o'clock news

# Light up the skies

# On the Fourth of July! #

MUSIC ENDS IN FEEDBACK AND DRUMS

Knight Bachelor.
To receive the honour of knighthood.

For services to popular music.

- MAN: This way, Sir Riff.
- WOMAN: Riff! Sir Riff.

Come a long way since your grunge days.
Youngest man to be knighted.

- Oh, he's still a rocker really.
- What did the Queen say to you?

She said that her corgis were
musically more intelligent than me.

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

Here he is. Here he is.
My son and heir.

Hey, what's it all about?

So, Sir Riff, what's next?

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

Yes!

MUSIC: "Ace Of Spades" by Motorhead

I warned you!

Don't do that again!

Babe.

All right, guys?

There you go.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Shit!

ALARM SOUNDS
Riff! Riff! Someone's taken Alfie.

Oh...

Baby...

- It's OK, we'll call the police.
- The police won't get him back.

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

Episode 8
'Celebrity'

FAINT GRUNGE MUSIC

Horrible experience.

Realistic Nihilistic
is a jewel in the crown of British grunge.

- Is it?
- 15 million copies worldwide.

Beggars belief.

It's distressing about the child, but why
does this service have to be involved?

Downing Street look on the recovery of
little Alfie as vital to national security.

Nonsense.
They're playing politics with us.

And Sir Riff has done a lot for whales.

- He's Welsh?
- No, wh-ales.

She does good works, too.
Things for refugees.

- What, fashion shows in refugee camps?
- Yes.

She did one on the Congolese border.

A hundred thousand women turned up.
The photos went worldwide.

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.

REPORTERS SHOUT QUESTIONS

- Any word from the kidnappers?
- ADAM: Not a squeak.

- I take it we ignore the drugs we found.
- Keep a note.

- I've never handled a kidnapping.
- In this we are all virginal.

Abduction Procedures -
the Police Kidnap Unit's bible.

Read it and speedily digest.

- It's police business. Why are we here?
- We're kissing behinds.

Dreadful business.
Has Malcolm put a tap in?

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

The manual says the first stage

is to secure the cooperation of the
kidnap victim's close associates or family.

- What are they like?
- Um...

- 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 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 won't have spies hearing private calls!
- You use a mobile phone.

We've detected an anti-scanning device
in your house. State of the art.

Of course. Don't you get it?

We're being snooped on the whole time.

We really need to record
a call from these bastards.

Oh... OK... Plug it in.

DEVICE BEEPS

- So you're the boss spook?
- Absolutely.

- You're no James Bond.
- Well, I'll... I'll get off then.

I'm a big fan, by the way.

Thank you. That's really sweet.

- Do you want some tea?
- Thank you very much.

I don't believe this.
God, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry...
I'm being a difficult cow.

I 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.

But you're secret police.

You've got to be better
than the other lot.

Do you want a drink?

Actually it's a little early for me.

Perhaps you could talk
to your husband as well.

Riffs unconscious... with emotion.

Well, perhaps when he's feeling better.

There are a few questions.

Um, this girl who, uh...
distracted your security guard -

any idea who she is?

- No, I don't know her.
- Miss B, we have to find this girl.

I don't know her.

Look, please, call me B.

Miss B's so cold.

My real name's Brenda.
But when I started modelling,

they said I 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 for me, John.

I'm dying inside.

RIFF SIGHS DEEPLY

Why haven't they rung yet?

They will.

- How many kidnaps have you handled?
- Dozens.

Have some of this.

No, I'm working.

So am I.

I'm writing the new album.

How's that going?

No.

The sick thing is...

you know, I ain't had a lyric
come in to me head for weeks.

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... I thought I'd better
write it about a girl, you know.

Thought it might be a bit tacky
if people knew it was about Alfie.

# I weep on the phone

# Leave her alone

# Send her home

# Kidnap my heart, tear me apart
Can't take no more

# I'm on the floor
Can't take the pain no more. #

It's great.

No, it's not. It's crap.

Oh, no, it's just not there any more.
My talent's left me.

- That's not what your fans think.
- Fans?

I ain't got fans, I've got people eaters -
people who want to eat me.

Do you know what happened last week?
Do you know what I got through the post?

A crisp packet full of pubic hair.
I mean, what's all that about?

It's going to be all right.

(I've gotta lie down.)

SHE SNIFFS

HE SOBS

Baby.

Shh. Shh. Don't cry.

Shh. Shh.
HE SOBS

Oh, where is he?

- He must be starving by now.
- It'll be all right.

It'll be all right.

- Will it?
- Yes.

Come on. Don't worry. Come on.

MONITORS BEEP

- Everything working?
- It's all operational.

- Yes!
- What?

I'm through.
We can listen to her mobile.

13 hours since the kid was taken.

Contact's usually made
in the first six hours. Stay sharp.

I've 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.

His career's on the slide.
Has been for ten years.

Since then it's, you know, tracks
with strings, Christmas novelty songs.

He's lost his edge.
Her modelling career's lasted.

Some say it's bone structure,
some say she's a "strat shag".

- A what?
- A strategic shagger.

- So why does the nation love 'em?
- 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.
- I'm your window into Fleet Street.

You need my help. Help me in return.

You're in breach of
the Official Secrets Act.

Who isn't?
I know all about what's going on.

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

Their baby goes out the window
and they're on the phone to some...

Trashy gossip magazine that I edit?
Of course. What else would they 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!

THEY SING:
# Drinking all my love away

# Away... #

Excuse me.
DANNY CONTINUES TO SING

- I said, excuse me.
- Sorry, Harry. Er, research.

- Brilliant album. Bit of an oldie.
- Do you mind? This is my youth.

- What's B like, Harry?
- Beauty. Damaged.

Harry, why are investigating this?
It's... it's a police job.

Do you understand atomic theory?
Quantum mechanics?

How there are six extra dimensions
and infinite universes parallel to this one?

- No.
- Nor do I.

I don't understand politics either.

PHONE RINGS

- Yes.
- 'Harry!

'lt's, er, it's John Sylvester.'

I'm trying to call in a favour here.

You remember I helped you out of 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?
- Fame. Fame!

That's the problem.

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

- 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 do it in the park for fun."

She was fun.

But all along she knew who I was,
and she made threats!

The tabloids.

Me, with my experience,
suckered by a kiss and tell.

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 or something...

The way she was lying looked strange.

I panicked.

I ran.

How did you contact her?

The mobile.

Then I think it ought to be destroyed,
don't you?

Professionally.

Sylvester's phone. Get Malcolm and Colin
to take a look, trace his life.

- He was the hope of his party.
- High-flier, now falling fast.

- Mr Mace.
- Miss Evershed.

- You were in 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 the SIM card on the phone.

Hard copies.

But who is she?

Why's there no progress
on the kidnapping of Alfie?

- I told you to run this personally.
- Adam Carter is running it, full stop.

All right!

(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.

Send someone in undercover, to make
sure she doesn't do anything stupid.

Not on my budget.

Oh, I'm sending
an officer over from 6.

- She'll be brilliant.
- She?

- Fiona!
- Hi.

What d'you think?

Very purple.

Very purple is what Wes wants.

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.

- To go undercover on the Riff and B op.
- No way...

- It's orders.
- I'm going 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!

Come on!
Let's just see how this goes.

I need to be in the field. It's what I do.

It'll get you killed one day.
I know it.

Look, I've got to do this.

- 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. B will know.

Um, Malcolm, do you have
a substitute for the cocaine,

something I can take
in case I get myself in a situation?

Section G concocted this. Harmless but
it'll give a convincing nasal discharge.

Lovely.

Harry.

Adam.

Look, I'm here and that's that.

HARRY: Did you get these
from the police?

RUTH: Off someone in the
Greater London Murder Squad.

I know an IT girl working as
a researcher in the incident room.

She wants to get into GCHQ.
I've said I'll put a word in for her.

So she e-mailed this to me
without her superiors knowing.

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.
They were in Kensington Gardens.

Breaking and entering, Harry?

Her body's
in the Kensington mortuary.

The police have been
unable to identify her.

They think she may be an illegal.

I didn't kill her, I swear...

Recognise 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.

Perhaps you'd like to help
the police with their enquiries.

You Spooks
walk through walls or what?

Your letter did not arrive.

You intercepted 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 get away with
"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.

Oh, 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.

Um... what about the, uh...?

The girl will be recorded as
a possible illegal, found dead.

Ten 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've giving you a legend
with a French firm. Vita Nuova.

- Do I get free make-up?
- We'll see what we can do when it's over.

So how come such a big firm
lets us use it?

The French security services
use them as cover.

Free make-up for ambassadors' wives...
It gets the French into lots of places.

Harry's called in a favour
to let us run you as a rep.

Research on Brenda Rawlings,
known to us as B.

Anything I can use?
Or is she sickeningly 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?

REPORTERS SHOUT QUESTIONS

I'm here to see B. Andrea La Rouche
from Vita Nuova cosmetics.

- Sorry, Miss, I will have to search you.
- Right, OK.

- What are you?
- From Vita Nuova.

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

- Vita Nuova?
- I'm Andrea La Rouche.

Babe, it's OK.

- Get out!
- Just wait.

What are you doing?

I'm responsible for your security.

Miss, I will 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, um...
I can come back later if you like.

No. Doing business
will take my mind off Alfie.

- How's Henri?
- Our managing director's in love with you.

He's a fag.
You saying I'm some kind of gay icon?

No.

Are you?

If it sells.

Are you cool?

Sure.

I've got some Bolivian, actually.
Special sample.

KNOCK ON DOOR

- 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 can't do it.

Why is that?

I'm just not used to it -
it's all the touring in the early days.

Doing all the small festivals,
sleeping on floors, I mean...

it's how my world began, you know.

If I can't sleep...

B's chopping out some Charlie in there.
Want some?

Riff, I know I'm just
a security man and everything,

- but can I say something like a friend?
- Yeah.

Stay straight today.
You've got to get Alfie back.

Yeah, you're right.
I'll just... I'll just do vodka.

Andrea La Rouche. You French, then?

Nah... I'm from Bromley.

I'm from Bromley, too.
Are you saying that just to suck up?

No, I'm a Bromley girl.
I went to Wantage Road School.

- The all-girls'.
- What about you?

- The Grange.
- Ooh, private!

Daddy had shops.

- Do you get on?
- He died.

- Sorry.
- No, it's all right. Bromley girls.

People I went to school with wouldn't
dream of some of the things I get up to.

What do you get up to?

Botox... everywhere.

Lipo on my bum.

- You've had that, have you?
- After I had my baby.

The thing that worried me was that
they wouldn't get it equal each side.

Yeah, I know.

I did that after Alfie. I love him,
but he wrecked my body.

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

I fought too hard.

Ten years ago,
I was too short for the shows.

It was all supermodels.
We were the waifs.

Now, one baby in,
and I'm gonna ruin my bum cheeks.

PHONE RINGS
It's tragic!

DISTORTED VOICE: 'You want Alfie
back, this is what you do.

'Three million in a holdall -
non-sequential notes.

'Do this, or you 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 little Alfie NOT cut up.

'Tell the cops, if they follow us he dies.'
MACHINE BLEEPS

- 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 want to pay them.
- That's not how to play it.

What are you talking about?
It's my money, my kid!

I must advise you...

- How much did he say?
- Three million.

Yeah, yeah. We can do that.
We can do that.

I can cut off both me arms,
stick 'em in the bag,

if that's gonna help get Alfie back.

You can't stop us.

- All right, but I run this all the way.
- Action man!

Here's the cloakroom.

That's MY money!

Get back my kid!

- I'm going to wait for these bastards!
- No, no, you're not.

- I want to 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 cloakroom.
Doesn't make any sense.

The kidnappers must know
we'll be watching them.

'Malcolm, are you getting this?'

All operational systems at optimum.
Over.

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

Cameras at optimum. Roger and over.

'Great! Get one of your "optimum"
cameras on the street outside.'

It's 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.

Well, you know my boss...

Your boss will cream his panties
if he knows you're staying with me.

He'll be dreaming endorsements.

- Well, if you're sure?
- It's nothing.

I've decided I like you.
I'm good at people.

All right?

Yeah, great.

HEAVY GRUNGE MUSIC FROM THE CLUB

No! No, you were supposed to stay there!

- We've got things under control.
- Shut up! You're just the hired help.

- Go away. I'm talking to my husband.
- Baby, he's trying to get our kid back.

- You still here?
- I should go.

Andrea, stay.
You I need, HIM I don't.

I'll let you know.

You promised! You promised me
you'd stay with the money!

- You promised!
- B! They've got it covered, all right?

The kidnappers are gonna ring here.

- B: Where did you put the bag?!
- Where you told me, up against the wall.

- Danny.
- Adam.

Please use call signs.

How's the famous couple?

Having a marital conversation.
Anything happened?

Minor scene in the gents,
but, um, nothing.

Wait! We've got a visual.

- Trackers?
- All six devices are operational.

He's masked. He knows he's on camera.

ADAM: 'OK. He's not stupid. All units, stay
well back and let the trackers do their job.'

DANNY: He's got the bag.
I repeat, he's got the bag.

Here we go.

- He's turning off the road.
- Grid reference 19-5, 8-13.

- Some sort of scrap yard.
- CCTV?

Matton Security Systems.

I'll access their cameras.

DANNY: OK.

- What's he doing with the bag?
- An electromagnet.

DANNY: All units, intercept
at grid reference 19-5, 8-13.

COLIN: All the trackers stopped working.

All units, do you have a visual?
I repeat, does anyone have a visual?

- 'Negative.
- Negative.'

- Damn it! We've lost them!
- B: So you lost them and the money?

They took it to a scrap yard, put it
under a magnet, knocked out the trackers.

They know what they're doing.
You don't!

Wait. They've got the money,
so we get Alfie back. That's good, isn't it?

- We want to catch these people.
- That's your gig. We want our kid back!

Look, I apologise,
but we've got to move on...

- Bullshit!
- B...

B, don't give up.

B...

Bathroom!

- Oh, sod...
- Put your head back. Put it back!

- What d'you think?
- It's a dangerous game.

- I mean, 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. Her reaction's false.

She told him to put the bag against the
wall - she knew that's how it'd be lifted.

She got someone she trusts to snatch
Alfie, who knows what they're doing.

Then when they get the kid back
the whole nation will rejoice.

- All for publicity.
- All for fame.

- The coke, it's dangerous.
- It's the only way I can stay with her.

- What about the substitute stuff?
- She's too sharp.

- It's OK, I'm taking an antidote.
- What antidote?

- Valium.
- Valium?!

Look, you've got to stop this.

I can handle it.

Back in the field - the best team ever, eh?

- Flush it.
- What?

- The loo.
- Oh, yeah.

Only someone really heavyweight
would think of this.

You really think B set it up - had her own
child kidnapped, stole her own money?

Fi thinks so, too.

- We're all part of her publicity machine?
- Not any more. 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. The
pathologist thinks his neck's broken, too.

- They dropped him?
- Probably coming out of the window.

Dear God...

- No, no... No, no, it's not.
- No, that's wrong.

- Why's this happening to us?
- They took the money.

- Where is he? Where is he?
- He's at the police mortuary.

No! I want to see my son!
I want to see him!

- I want to see my son!
- You've got to help me.

- We'll arrange that.
- You can't go.

- I want to see my son!
- Someone's gotta help me.

- Help me.
- We will. 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 talking about?

I'm throwing him out, him!

I want this lying, manipulative
piece of filth out of my house!

You should consider
the seriousness of your predicament.

- Don't talk. Get a lawyer.
- You are...?

- A friend.
- Well, friend, don't meddle.

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

RIFF SOBS

Danny?

Look at this.

My officers involved in a cocaine-fuelled
fantasy of the sick and rich!

Harry, calm down.

Knock!

- I want my wife out of that house.
- Our masters want this op to succeed.

Fiona's in there without backup!
It's out of control. Pull her out.

We cannot afford that! Fiona reports
that B's dangerously near the edge.

Fiona reports?!

- She's reporting to you now?
- She's on 6's payroll.

- I'm running her!
- Stop this!

The nation's awash with emotion
over Riff and B's little baby.

It must end well,
or look to end well.

- In the Sunday papers!
- Ruth's turned this up.

Keep me informed.

I talked to an old contact.
We worked on Italian drug routes.

He recognised the girl who diverted
the guard on the night of the kidnapping.

Her name is Maria Abbado
and she is an associate...

Of Rudolphino Ponti -
he runs a heroin trail.

Afghanistan to the Dalmatian coast
into Italy.

Any convictions?

Seems he's got protection
in the Italian Government.

HARRY: You think Riff and B know Ponti?

He used to be Riffs 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 associate

- for the sake of publicity.
- RUTH: Yes.

Is Ponti wanted?

With lust,
by five European police forces.

- We have a new 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! Look!
- Knock! What do I have to do, beg?

But look! It's just out
and I just got it and we're in it!

Harry, the switchboard says they're
getting lots of calls about Mega Mag.

I'd better have lunch.

- Meatballs.
- Yes, sir.

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 "now".

You rang Downing Street Press Office
about a security service operation?

They rang me.

She said the Downing Street
Press Office? Thank you, Adam.

Downing Street...
they have strings everywhere today.

- Nothing about Sylvester's resignation?
- No.

Why are they meddling?

The obbo van's in the street.
Here's your link.

- This isn't good trade craft.
- Sod trade craft! I had to see you.

Now be careful - Ponti's a killer.
B's in really deep.

I wanted to see you anyway.

- Get off me!
- You came onto me!

- What's going on?
- He tried to paw me!

Paw her?! I told you to get out.
You've ruined everything!

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

REPORTERS SHOUT QUESTIONS

Hello?

'X-Ray Tango base receiving.
Please give call sign, over.'

- Repeat, X-Ray Tango base receiving.
- Fiona, it's Adam, are you set up?

Think so. Can you hear this?
WATER GUSHES

Fine. We'll be able to
hear you all the way, OK?

Please use the correct procedures.
These call signs could save lives!

You OK?

Can I help?

I don't think so.

Can't trust you.

Can't trust anyone.

Do you want some coke?

Where did you come from?

Heaven?

Yeah, that's me.

I think we won't record this.

Yeah. And you can wipe the last...

The terrible things
officers have to do.

- All for liberty.
- Quite.

B: '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.

- B: 'I didn't mean it to go this far.'
- FIONA: 'lt's OK. Shh. Come on.'

It was supposed to be so simple.

They take him to a house.
He'll be safe there.

- They take the money...
- You set that up in the club?

Three hundred thousand, and then
give us back the rest. And now...

- When they took Alfie out the window...
- Oh!

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.

OK, 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?

The story?

Riff and B's baby boy dies during a kidnap
and they never find out who did it.

That has to be the story!
It has to be left like that.

Cos then the papers print that...

and then people still love us.

- Can you believe what she just said?
- Where's he going?

- Put the team on him.
- The team was stood down.

- No baby-sitters?!
- Budget.

REPORTERS SHOUT QUESTIONS
MAN: Riff, look at me!

WOMAN: Riff! What about Alfie?
What about your son?

I'm worried sick about
Fi taking that stuff.

Other people's
pleasures are so BORING.

PHONE RINGS

- MAN: 'I want to meet you, B.'
- Why would I want to do that?

- Ponti!
- 'I want more money.'

You killed my son!

'Oh, and who's really responsible?'

- Trace?
- No, no way.

- God help us, he'll tell the press!
- They won't print it.

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

PHONE RINGS

- 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 want to do this with them.

- And they're listening, aren't they?
- 'Riff, you've gotta give me a clue.'

It's the beginning of the world.

Ponti will tell him what I did.

- I've got to go.
- B? B, where?

Shh.

Oh, yeah. I'm coming with you.

The beginning of the world? Where?

And she's going with her - with no
back-up. We'll never keep up with them.

DOOR OPENS

Ponti.

Hello, mate.

B's not here?

B? No. No. She's... she's on her way.

So you know something about Alfie?

You don't know?

Don't know what?

DOOR OPENS

Red Ten to Tango X-Ray base.
I'm in The Hole Club. Acknowledge.

- PONTl: B?
- Acknowledge.

PONTl: 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.

On my heart.

I had the bag, 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 cool with that.

So you want some money now,
is that it?

I can sort that out right now.

Ponti, eh?

We were such good mates
in the old days - back in the day.

I mean, I was looking forward to seeing...
HE SCREAMS

Riff, listen to me!
I'm an MI5 officer.

Now, drop the...

- I've told them everything!
- I don't care! I just wanna 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.

B GASPS AND GROANS

Hey! Stars in suicide pact.
Shock, horror.

Riff!

Get the medics here, now!

You weren't in range.

The police picked up your message.
They knew it was from a 5 officer.

Medics!

DANNY: Ponti's still breathing.

'There has been a huge
outpouring of grief

'at what is believed
to have been the suicide pact

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

'lt seems they were overcome by grief
at the death of their baby son.'

HARRY: A national soap opera continues.

Will we get a crack at the Italian?
When he recovers,

Drugs Squad Intelligence want him
as an informant.

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

Next item - the sloppy disregard of call
signs in radio communications will stop.

I'd like to propose a complete overhaul
of call-signs procedure.

- How is Fiona?
- She's OK. She's 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...
- It's all right. Adam and I are going home.

Malcolm, leave your paper with me.

Meeting done.

TV NEWS: 'A boost for family values.

'The treasury minister John Sylvester
has resigned for personal reasons.

'No other reason. I've a young family
and don't want to 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 reflect on how worthless fame can be.

- REPORTER: 'And the Prime Minister?
- 'Oh, he was very kind.

'Said he fully understood,
and wished me and my family well.'

- Turn that off!
- 'Thanks very much.'

- 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 tartare.

Wow! What brought that on?

A little exploitation of the media.

Ah, well, I can afford it.

D'you know I've been offered
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, the suicide pact.

Will you ever print
what really happened?

Destroy the memory
of the nation's dream couple?

I don't think so.
Well, not yet, anyway.

You know,
a minister resigned today as well.

That pathetic man
and 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 Pearce.
Strictly non-attributable.

Send it to the police, print the story,
Sylvester goes to prison.

- Think you'll use it?
- Maybe.

Around election time.

Robert Morgan. Ex-army.
One of the contacts seen meeting with

a Belgian arms dealer.

- Who's running you?
- That's not an easy question to answer.

- They asked me to apply for the position.
- Congratulations.

- You've been through this, haven't you?
- And I'm prepared to go there again.

You wouldn't forget about us, when you're
pacing the floor of your new office?

What are you so frightened of?

- Don't you see what the danger is here?!
- Something blows up in London?

Even my colleague doesn't know
how far I'm prepared to go.

SIREN BLARES