All language subtitles for Spooks S09E07 x264 RB58

You have a name, a life
that were never meant to be yours.

You're not a real person.

- What's wrong?
- Michael's here.

- I'll come back later.
- Okay.

Who is it?

Michael, this is John from work.

Hello, John.

- What do you want?
I need that Albany file.

And you think that blackmailing me
is the best way to get it?

Do this for me and I'm gone.

Lucas?

Harry told me there was a file.
He thinks it could be leverage.

It's called Albany.

I found this.
Logging keystrokes from one terminal.

Who's terminal?
- Lucas'.

- I put it there.
- Why?

Harry, he can't be trusted.

- This is nothing!
I'm telling you, he's in trouble.

No! No!

So, what's up?

In 1995, the UK Embassy in Dakar
was bombed.

- Do you remember it?
- Yeah, I do.

Actually, I was there when it happened.

- In Dakar?
- Mmm-hmm.

It was the year before I joined.
I was finding myself.

Isn't India usually the choice
for that sort of thing?

Not if you're a rally enthusiast.

The bombing was blamed
on a nascent AQ cell,

but there was never any claim.

There were also rumours
of Egyptian involvement.

Why would the Egyptians
want to bomb a British Embassy?

In theory they wanted to expedite Western
involvement in the war against terror.

It's far-fetched,
but 17 people died on that day.

Five of them were British nationals.

It's a can of worms
I would take great pleasure in re-opening.

So, why are we're meeting here?

I believe it's called "old school."

- Is your source reliable?
- His information's usually good.

But I'd recommend an extremely long spoon.

Harry Pearce, how are you, old boy?

"Old boy"? That's a little outmoded.

Who's this serious-looking fellow?

Lucas North, my Section Chief.

I wasn't expecting company.
But the more the merrier.

What's the nature of your information
on the Dakar bomb?

Everything. How? Why?

And most importantly, who?

In return for?

Well, rather vulgarly,
this is a fund-raising venture,

so, half a million?

- That's not going to happen.
- I can live with that if you can.

- Give me something for leverage.
- You've been looking too far afield.

- What does that mean?
- That means that your bombers were British.

British?

That's impossible. It's been 15 years.
We'd have heard something.

Working for who?

You go and talk to daddy.

There's no rush,
except a week from now, the price goes up.

Seven-fifty and so on, and so forth.
Well, toodle-pip.

What now?

Now, I go to the Home Secretary
with a begging bowl.

Although given the great efficiency drive,

half a million pounds to expose
a national disgrace might be a hard sell.

I'll check out the Dakar files,
see if there's anything we've overlooked.

No, I don't want you tied up with that.
I'll give it to Beth.

I'll catch you up.

What the hell are you playing at?

I did tell you I was well-connected.

- To Harry Pearce?
- I'm just trying to refocus your mind.

Listen, if Harry starts digging into Dakar,
life gets more difficult for all of us.

I might even decide it makes sense to
come clean. And then where's your leverage?

Last I heard she was staying with you.

Leave Maya out of this!

- You wanted to see me?
- Yes.

This came for you via the Greek Embassy.

We set up a forwarding address
under your alias.

Standard procedure after an extraction.

It's about the house you owned with George.

His family need to sell it,
and they want your permission.

There's a letter in there, too.

- I'm sorry, Ruth. This must be...
- It's fine.

I'll take care of it.

Ruth, you busy?

We've got a walk-in downstairs,
says he's got some information.

- Since when do we deal with walk-ins?
- He's not a civilian.

He's the R.I.P. A Authorising Officer
for New Cross Council.

He's a Council snooper.

All right. You do the paperwork.

Keith Deery. New Cross Borough Council.

- Louisa Ramsey.
- Yeah, if you say so.

Why, I'm sure you don't go giving out
your real names, do you?

But then maybe I didn't give you
my real name either.

But I did. Obviously.

I'm told you have some information for us?

Right. Well, I don't know what they
told you, but I'm an R.I.P. A Officer.

- That's the Regulation of...
- Investigatory Powers Act. Yes, I know.

You probably don't approve,

but I can assure you that I don't authorise
the use of covert techniques lightly.

- Mr Deery.
- Yeah. Yes, yes.

This morning I had cause to survey
a young woman who was of interest to us.

But why was she of interest to you?

Well, we'd had reports that she was
allowing her dog to foul public areas.

Well, dog-mess is actually
a serious public health issue.

Mmm, I'm sure.

Anyway, during the course of
this surveillance, something odd happened.

This woman took the envelope
from her handbag,

placed it inside a newspaper,

put the newspaper on a bench
and walked away.

Well, it's quite obviously a dead-drop.

A dead-drop?

A message left by one agent
to be secretly retrieved by another.

- That's a dead-drop, isn't it?
- Yes, yes, it is.

So, I took it upon myself
to intercept this communiqu�,

and what do you think it said?

- What?
- Nothing.

- Nothing?
- Yeah, the note was blank.

Well, at least it appeared to be blank.

Obviously, I thought that it was some
sort of an invisible writing technique,

you know, lemon juice and so forth.

So, I decided to apply
some heat to the note

in the hope
that actually it might reveal a message.

- Did it?
- It did.

Less fortunately it appeared that the note

was made of
some unusually flammable material.

But I think you can see
that there are... Oops!

One or two words that
are clearly visible.

"Jet" and "Archon."

I wonder if that's some sort of
a military reference?

Jet, archon.

I ran a background check on our walk-in.
It's interesting, to say the least.

Keith Deery. First applied to Ml5 in 2002.

Promising scores on the initial round.

But at the time he'd applied,
he'd recently suffered a bereavement.

His wife had died.

His application was rejected on the grounds
that he was psychologically unfit.

He didn't tell me any of this.

Re-applied in 2006, '07 and '08.

All applications turned down
on the same grounds.

He's got a history of clinical depression.
And check this out.

He was admitted to hospital, March last year.
Suspected suicide attempt.

That's what we in the trade
call "an unreliable source."

- Well, he did lose his wife...
- Eight years ago.

What's the time limit on grief?

What, for normal people or for us?

You're calling the bluff, then?

To what bluff do you refer?

Sorry, I thought you were someone else.

I see. But perhaps
your question applies equally to us.

Perhaps, you are bluffing all sides
in this arrangement?

Your English is really coming on, Yimou.

I'm not in the mood for your jokes,
Mr Edwards.

Where is Albany?

We're close. It's just a matter of time.

You've had time.

If you can't deliver it,
we'll find someone who can.

Now, you're the one who's bluffing.

It's my business
to know every piece on the chessboard.

The woman's a great beauty.
Hard for any man to resist her.

Bring us Albany. Bring it today.

Or I will have my colleague here
rape her, and cut off her head.

Some new information has come to light
on the Dakar bombing in '95.

I want you to collate
everything we have on it.

- I'll look into it.
- Yes.

No. Just collate the information
and give it to Beth.

Don't you need an analyst on this?

Ruth, our personal history does not mean you
can question everything I ask you to do.

No. But it doesn't mean
you can freeze me out either.

You conducted unauthorised surveillance
on a fellow officer.

Now, forgive me if I suffer a slight loss
of confidence in your judgement.

What I did was unethical.
But it doesn't mean I'm wrong about Lucas.

- I didn't say you were.
- But it's business as usual?

Ruth...

Look, neither of us are what you
would call, emotionally forthright.

But this morning,
when I saw how you reacted to that letter,

a lot of things suddenly made sense.

I think you still blame me for George.

For not protecting the boy.

I think you believe
that had it come to a choice

I would have let you die too.

I don't see what this has to do with Lucas.

Maybe you feel I'm protecting him
in a way I failed to protect you.

And maybe that is making you over-zealous.

I'll deal with Lucas, Ruth.

For the record, it's not true.

I'd do the same for you.
A thousand times over.

And you'd be wrong.

Get inside!

Yeah, that's right, Mrs Wynn-Jones.

She's on a regular prescription
of Cyclosporine,

I just need to know
when and where she last collected it.

And do you have
a temporary address for her?

I could never believe
that Lucas would betray his own country.

No one's suggesting that.

But if Lucas is in trouble,
we need to be ready to help.

Find out why he was in Dakar, Beth.

I'm busy.

I need to talk to you.

- Will you get in the car?
- I don't think that's a good idea.

There are things you need to know.
About me. About John.

- What things, Michael?
- Oh, come on.

You really don't have any questions
about what we do?

Or does it suit you not to ask them?

Please, just give me a moment.

Look, I know that I've hurt you, Michael,
and I am so sorry, I am,

but I have made my choice.

Maya.

You don't know
the meaning of the word "hurt."

My name's not Michael, it's Vaughn.

And John doesn't work for some
security firm, he works for Ml5.

- What are you talking about?
- He's a spy.

Because of him, your life is in danger.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

This is not appropriate.
To approach me in public like this.

I know and I apologise
and I would never do such a thing normally,

- except that I found out something else...
- Mr Deery.

Except that I went to her house,

the woman who left the dead-drop,
and she's gone.

With three months to go on the lease.

Just upped and left,
without even telling the landlady.

- Now, what do you make of that?
- Nothing.

You're making connections
where there aren't any.

Well, you don't think it's odd?

Lots of things are odd. Lots of people too.

- Now, if you'll excuse me.
- Hey, just...

Just stop. Sorry. For a second.

I mean, what about the note?
The words on the note?

I passed it through GCHQ. No matches.

So, that's that?

We have a huge amount of intel every day.
Now, we don't have the resources to...

No, no, no, no, Miss... Whatever
your name is, look, I work for the Council.

I mean, I know a fob-off
when I hear one and that's a fob-off.

Come with me to the woman's house.
I mean, she might have left something.

What is it that you want, Mr Deery?

That I want?

I know about you.

I know that you've applied to us
on four separate occasions.

And that each time you've been turned down

on the grounds
that you're psychologically unfit.

That you've got a history of depression
and mental health problems.

Is that not true?

I had a few problems after my wife died.
But I'm not...

They're not going to let you in.
If that's what this is about.

Sounds like you've spent more time
investigating me than the note.

Don't approach me in public again.
If you do, I'll report you, do you understand?

Listen...

I miss my wife.

But that doesn't make me wrong about this.

I've just been door-stepped by our friend
from the Council.

- Deery?
- Yeah, I feel bad about it.

What, he doorsteps you
and you feel bad about it?

No, I was cruel to him.

- You're too soft, Evershed.
- It isn't that.

I mean, we've had cranks before,

but the messages
are always cod-Russian or Islamic.

Now, those words look French to me.

And if he's trying to impress us,
then why bring an incinerated note?

Look, personally, I wouldn't pursue it.

But your instincts are good.
You should follow it up.

I don't suppose
you're up for some facial recognition?

I'd love to.
But I'm about to meet my first Mafia boss.

They just pulled him off a boat in the Thames
with about 50 million in laundered euros.

I'm gonna pick him up. Ask Tariq.

You're driving.

This isn't convenient.

We're out of time, John.

Listen, I'm doing everything I can,

but I've hit a brick wall,

and we need to work together
to get out of this.

I'm sorry to hear you say that.
But there's someone who'll be sorrier.

Hello?
- Maya?

John. John, he's got a gun.

Maya, listen to me...

John, he says that you're a spy.
Is that true?

You know these tactics
are repulsively crude to me,

but this is what you've brought us to.

You're not going to hurt her.

I won't have to. It's the Chinese, John.

I'm working for the Chinese.
I'm taking her to them.

- They'll decide what happens.
- Vaughn...

Please don't do that.

Finish this. Now. For all our sakes.

This is from the files of a fitness club
in Dakar in 1995.

Look at the name.

- Tariq, where's Lucas?
- I don't know.

He just left.

No!

Michael, what are you gonna do?
Please tell me.

What are you going to do, Michael. Please!

What am I gonna do?

Maya, if John had done
what he was supposed to do,

you wouldn't be in danger.
I'm trying to protect you.

You said you were going to
give me to someone, to the Chinese.

I had to say that. It's complicated.

Maya, you're all right.

Hey!

You're safe with me.

I promise.

How long does it take?
It varies.

What's this?

- A dead-drop. Supposedly.
- Cool.

You don't see that much.

Paper?

That's not paper. That's nitro-cellulose.
Goes up in a flash. Proper spy stuff, that.

Is it hard to get a hold of?

Well, they don't sell it in Ryman's.

When Dimitri gets back,
tell him to call me.

- Where are you going?
- To see a man from the Council.

- John.
- All right, Vaughn, you win.

What does that mean?

I was bluffing. I've got the file.

I don't believe you.

I don't see that you've got a choice.
Where do we meet?

Southwark Park.

- Where is she?
- She's safe.

Give me Albany and I'll have her released.

Not here.

John, the whole purpose
of meeting in a public place

is so that you can't torture me
into telling you where she is.

Stop taking me for an idiot.

You're working with the Chinese,
I'd say you qualify.

They've certainly got
better at surveillance.

I know my apartment's bugged and the car,
but I'm damned if I can find them.

What did you expect?

I wouldn't get too smug.

Looks like we could both do
with some pest control.

The Chinese are watching both of us.

It's funny.

It's hard for me to see those.
I must be getting old.

You were always good
at manipulating people, Vaughn.

But there's one thing
that you never accounted for.

- What's that?
- Passion.

Don't make a fuss.
I'm inches away from your main artery.

Any sudden movement
would be very bad for you.

Now, tell me where she is.

- Harry?
- Beth, where are you?

I followed Lucas to a park.
He's met someone.

I'm going to send back-up.
Tell me where you are.

John, listen...

You've overplayed your hand, Vaughn.

Maya means more to me
than my job or my reputation.

Now, tell me where she is.

You don't understand,
I'm trying to protect her!

By handing her over to the Chinese?

She's not with the Chinese.

But they're going to
kill her if we don't...

Where is she?

- She's...
- Where?

She's in a safe house,
but they don't know about it.

- Something's happened. I'm going in!
- Beth, no!

Vaughn! Vaughn! No!

Lucas!

- Beth, get out of the way!
- Lucas, put the gun down.

- Get out of the way!
- I said put the gun down.

You idiot!
You have no idea what you've done.

Tell me. Tell me what I've done!

Whatever's going on, we want to help.

Harry will help you, like he helped me.
Now, please, put the gun down.

Lucas, you have to...

You won't kill me, I know you won't.

- You don't know anything about me.
- Maybe not.

But I've seen you risk your life
to save others.

And I believe in you. We all do.

Mr Deery!

Mr Deery!

Michael?

Oh, God.

Mr Deery!

Beth!

If you wouldn't mind waiting outside?

- Harry...
- If you don't mind.

One Lucas North in Dakar I can accept.

Two is stretching credibility.

Who is he, Lucas?

- Listen, Harry, I know this looks suspicious.
- Somewhat.

Let me be clear.

The Dakar bombing happened on my watch.
Seventeen people were killed on that day.

And for 15 years,
they've gone without justice.

So, you do not leave this room

until you explain the full extent
of your involvement in that atrocity.

Do you understand?

My name isn't Lucas North.

My name's John Bateman.

Damn you! Damn you!

God knows I've had my share of betrayals.
But not you.

I'm sorry.

Why were you in Dakar?

At University, I fell in with a guy

that fancied himself
as a big-time drugs dealer.

He was shipping cannabis
from Dakar to Hamburg.

He asked me to go with him.

- Which you did.
- Which I did.

Of course, idiots that we were,
we got caught.

Luckily, the military police
were open to persuasion.

They took the drugs, they took everything.

I was stranded in Dakar
with no ticket home, no passport.

I needed to pay my way back

and I'd done some croupier work in the UK,
so I got a job in a casino.

Place your bets.

And that's where
I met Vaughn Edwards.

- He was a regular.
No more bets.

He said he worked
in the export business.

He was always lucky.

Red number 9.

It's for you.

He seemed to have everything.
I admit I was impressed.

We met by chance a few times.

Or at least I thought it was by chance.

John, join me.

He took an interest in me.

Eventually, he told me what he really did.

Well, what governments say and what they do
are two different things.

Now they pay ransoms when they have to,
they negotiate with terrorists.

That's where I come in.

Small, deniable errands
for the British government.

He asked me if I wanted in. I said yes.

What sort of errands did
you run for Vaughn?

Courier work, mostly.
Taking briefcases to people, places.

I never asked what was in them.

It was exciting, at first,
and very well paid.

And you had no qualms
about what you might be doing?

Vaughn told me that we were working
indirectly for the UK government.

- I believed him.
- It suited you to believe him.

Yeah, maybe.

In those days, my morality was fluid.

But then there was Lucas North.

He worked in the casino bar.

He was the only other Brit on the staff.

I think he'd had a tough life,
but he was clever, funny.

And we became friends.

I thought he was just another drifter,
but he was in Dakar for a reason.

Which was?

Spies.

Spies?

Yeah, spies.

The place is crawling with them.

If Graham Greene was writing today,
he'd be writing about Dakar.

That's why I'm here.
I want to get the smell of it.

Why? What was the interest?

Vaughn.

He knew all about Vaughn.

He knew he was a mercenary,
he told me to walk away from him.

- I didn't want to hear that.
- You're evading the question.

Why was he so interested
in the intelligence community?

Because he was going to join Ml5.

Oh, please tell me
this isn't going where I think it's going.

He'd already got through the first round.
And all the background checks were cleared.

The only thing left was the face-to-face.

He really loved his country, you know.

I used to laugh at him for that.

But he already knew something
that it took me 15 years to find out.

I suppose you'll think it's uncool, John,

but you have to love something
greater than yourself.

A God, a country, an ideal,
it doesn't matter what.

That's what makes us human.

I'd made more than enough money.

I was all ready to come back to the UK.

But Vaughn asked me to do one more job.

It was more money
than all the others combined.

You trust me with this?

Yeah.

What was the job?

- Harry...
- What was the job?

To take a package.

To deliver a package

to the British Embassy in Dakar.

I saw them

walking out of the dust like ghosts.

- You don't know what it's like...
- Don't you dare feel sorry for yourself.

Seventeen people were massacred
on that day.

Look at the faces of the people you killed!

Mothers, fathers, daughters.

And all the hundreds of people around them,
lives ruined.

You sit there whining about your
conscience? Conscience is a bloody luxury.

- It means you're alive.
- You think I don't know that?

How do you think you get through eight
years in a Russian prison?

Eight years of beatings,
torture and humiliation?

How do you think
you bear the simple physical pain of it?

You bear it because you deserve it.

So, Vaughn Edwards is behind this?
He set you up?

Look, truthfully, I don't know.

I went back to the hotel,
I accused him of that, he denied it.

He said we'd both been set-up.

- By who? Who was he working for?
- He said he didn't know.

- Come on!
- He said nobody knew.

He said we were
just at the end of a chain of people,

so far from the source
that we could never be traced.

- Absolute deniability.
- And you believe that?

A man like Vaughn,
I don't think he asks that many questions.

Well, he's not alone in that, is he?

So, you'd been set-up.

You're supposedly horrified
at what you've done.

- Why didn't you turn yourself in?
- Vaughn was scared.

Don't tell me about Vaughn!
Tell me about yourself!

He was really scared.

He said whoever set us up would
want to cover their tracks, eliminate us.

Even if we were taken into custody,
they would get to us.

- We'd never live to stand trial.
- Then he must've known who was behind it.

I don't know, that's what he told me!

All I know is we had to get out of Dakar
and quickly.

There was a boat leaving for Europe
in a couple of hours.

He said that we would be on that boat and he
would get me a passport, whatever it took.

And what did it take?

He killed Lucas North
for a passport for you?

It all happened so quickly.

I told Lucas
that I would just borrow the passport,

that I would send it back to him.

Or that he could report it stolen.

But he wouldn't do it.

And at that moment I was
ready to walk away.

I knew what he wanted from his life,
he was going to join Ml5.

He couldn't get involved in this.

And I explained that to Vaughn.

That's when he shot him, Harry.

Vaughn was convinced
that he would tell everything that he knew.

And if I hadn't said, he
might still be alive.

He killed your friend and you did nothing?

Come on, what do you want me to say,
Harry? I'm trying to be honest with you.

Yes, I'd like to tell you
that I felt something as normal as anger.

That some sudden surge of nobility
meant that I didn't take that passport,

I didn't go to the docks and I didn't get
on that boat and run for my miserable life.

I'd like to say anything that would take that
look of utter contempt out of your eyes.

So, please, don't tempt me.

Michael, you need to get to a hospital.

I'm all right.

You know what they say, it isn't when
the knife goes in that the damage is done.

It's when they take it out.

Well, let me take a look at you, please.

You're losing a lot of blood.

You know what's funny?

I'm wondering if you're saying that because
you care or because you want to escape.

- Is there any way back from this, Harry?
- Honestly, I don't know.

Your only hope is Vaughn.
He's the prime mover in this sorry tale.

We need to bring him in.

- Let me do it.
- Out of the question.

I can find him, Harry.

There are people who can help.
But they won't talk to you.

You're asking me to trust you?

All you have to do is trust

that I want to get out of this mess,
and this is my only chance.

By finding Vaughn.

Now, this may not mean much,

but you know that I've put my life on the
line for this country, you know that.

I've tried to do all the good
that Lucas would have done if he'd lived.

That's never been a lie.

That's the deal that I make with him
every single day.

Beth.

Give me Lucas's side-arm.

- What are you going to do?
- It's all right, just give it to me.

Everything I've ever learned in this wretched
business is telling me not to do this.

Betrayal is a cancer.
Let it eat your soul, not mine.

Who are you?

- What do you mean?
- What has he told you?

Told me about what?

Don't lie to me!

I'm not, I'm not.
I work at the Council with Keith.

Liar! You work for Ml5.

Yes. Yes.

- How much do you know?
- Everything.

More lies.

That was a stroke of luck.

Not often you stumble across a Mafia
money laundry sailing down the Thames.

Not much luck involved. He gave himself up.

- Reckons he's safer with us.
- Safe from who?

He says
someone's got a contract out on him.

It kind of goes with the
territory, doesn't it?

Yeah, but not an Italian.
Says the hitman's French.

French?

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

Is he going to kill us?

Is that your wife?

Mmm.

You be brave for her.

Yeah, okay. We'll send over
everything found on the vessel.

Let's have a look at that.

Harry, have you spoken to Ruth?
- No, she's not answering her phone.

I think there might be a problem.

There's a French assassin in London
right now.

His target is an organised crime boss.

How does that relate to Ruth?

I think she may have
just crashed the party.

Call CO19.

Tariq, get me Keith Deery's address, now.

Run! Run!

Get out!

Shoot him! Shoot him!

Shoot him!

Shoot him. Shoot him.

Shoot him dead!

Die! Die!

Vaughn! Don't.

John!

- Did he hurt you?
- No.

They'll have followed you.

Get those handcuffs off her.

Maya go outside, wait for me there.

What are you going to do, John?

- John, he needs to get to a hospital.
- Maya, outside. I'll be there in a minute.

Maya?

Maya!

If you kill me, John, your life is over.

It's already over.

- I told them.
- You told them?

Everything.

Oh, I doubt that.

I doubt that very much.

What did you tell them, John?

Or did you tell them you didn't know?

Oh, no.

No, I know what you did.

You told them it was me. Didn't you?

I wonder if you can even remember the truth

of what you were?

You're a killer, John.

Who fell asleep, dreamed he was a hero.

But, now, it's time to wake up
and remember the truth.

The dream is over now.

And the killer

is awake.

How are you?

You were very brave, you know.

I've seen field agents be less brave.

You should... You should try and sleep.

- Ruth, what are you doing?
- I'm leaving.

- I'm fine.
- Are you?

Better than Keith Deery.

What do you mean?

Well, he hasn't spoken since last night
and they've put him on suicide watch.

But me, I'm fine.

Ruth, you mustn't blame yourself.
He was already unstable.

Exactly. Unstable. Weak.

Not like us.

No chance of us
mourning our loved ones for years.

No chance of us killing a man,
having his blood spray in our faces

and being struck dumb
by the sheer horror of it.

Far better to be like us.
Strong and stable and dead inside.

- Ruth...
- You think I haven't forgiven you for George.

That I still grieve for him, for Nico's
loss, for the life I left behind.

But the truth is much worse.

- What is the truth?
- That I'm fine.

That I'm ready to go back to work.

That's what's worse.

That I killed a man, last night.

And I'm fine.

Harry, there's someone to see you.

- Malcolm.
- Hello, Harry.

What are you doing here?

Sorry. Be bit dramatic to turn up in person,
I wasn't sure if comms were secure.

Why wouldn't they be?

- I had a visit.
- From who?

From Lucas, I'm afraid. He wanted a file.

Gave me a story about you being in trouble.
Didn't ring true.

- When was this?
- Three days ago.

- And you're only coming to me now?
- I was following your protocol.

Not easy to stay on the move for three days,
although I got to see the Highlands at last.

You're talking about Albany.

Harry.

Lucas, where are you?

- You were supposed to stay in contact.
- Let's not pretend, Harry.

I'll get you a deal.

Whatever it takes.

Now, who's the liar?

No. You were foolish,

but you're invaluable to me.

I'm sorry, Harry. I really am.

Don't do this, Lucas. Please.

Lucas North

is dead.

Lucas! No! No!

A straight swap. Albany for Ruth.

Today. Or you'll never find the body.

- Harry won't give you Albany.
- I really hope that he does.

You'd really kill me, would you?

- Lucas, there's no way out of this.
- Let us take you in.

- Just give yourself up.
- Don't make us open fire.

I'm at London Bridge Station.
So, a lot of people will die.

- What do you want?
You, Harry. Just the two of us.