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Take the time to make something of what you want to say.

I'll find the house for you.

Yes. God bless you all.

Did you tell anyone that you were meeting me?

No.

So what is it you've got for me?

What I've got, it's big.

There's a lot of people that could get hurt in this.

Hundreds of people killed.

There's someone I can point you towards as well, someone pulling all the

strings.

Who's pulling the strings?

But what I need...

It's a guarantee on my family's safety.

For my wife and my girls.

You pay me for good information, right?

Why?

Doesn't the drug trade pay anymore? I'm not in that part of the business. What

do you do then?

I'm a translator.

In my experience, people in the drug trade fall out all the time.

Now... You've made up some threat to national security nonsense and you

within five minutes MI5 to provide you with a safe house and a new identity.

Is that it? I'm not trying it on.

It's not about the drugs.

What's it about then?

Huh? Me and my family need to be safe. You thought that and I'll talk.

You've got to believe me.

Ah! Ah!

Good news is your car will be dropped off tonight.

Bad news is you're going to get a bollocking of your life at a shit show

there.

There's a gang down here up remotely in my five business.

And personally, I think you performed a public service.

Why on earth did you go on your own, though?

Honestly, what were you thinking, you dickhead?

Better get going, mate. I'm waiting for you upstairs.

Good luck.

You're gonna need it.

Where are you? I'm not going to make it.

You've got to have a bloody good excuse this time.

You promised me.

Um, my husband's being held up at work.

We'll have to rearrange.

How does that make you feel?

How does it make me feel?

Makes me feel like walking into a club, downing two with breath of martinis and

shagging the barman.

Tommy, you were taking a day's leave to go and see your mum. Tommy, you're a

bare -faced lie.

Service liaison at Greater Manchester Police told me that Ehsan tipped them

about a threat to national security.

They passed it on to you, so you'd be the one to go and embarrass yourself.

Ehsan was of Persian heritage.

He had links to a gang trafficking heroin through Iran.

Ehsan hinted at a mass casualty event.

My gut told me he was the real deal. We all know your gut is good.

But we have to prioritise using our resources carefully. I told you not to

follow that lead.

Instead, what do you do?

You go behind my back, use your personal phone to communicate with a potential

source. You went on your own, without any backup, and you were horribly

And now two people are dead. We had to send in a team to clean up your mess.

This is the third poor lead you've escalated up in as many months.

We all know you want to prove you've still got it, John.

But this is just...

You don't get killed if you're a shit lead.

I spoke to you, Greater Manchester Police. Word in Stockport is Craig

had five kilos of his heroin go walkabout.

I think you got yourself caught up in the fallout over some missing drugs.

We've not identified the gunman yet, but it's what these people do, John.

They're like rats in a sack.

The Manchester drug trade's a police matter.

If there's an inquiry, you'd be in very serious trouble.

It may be a disciplinary matter.

Most of you both to ask how I am.

I thought mental health was a priority these days.

You've experienced a deeply traumatic event. You need to take some time off. I

don't need some time off. You've killed someone.

I'm looking up your mental health, John.

Was that only a play?

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I know what your work can be like, John. Well, obviously I don't.

Fucking official.

Fucking secret act. Fucking bastard fucking secret act. I know, I know, I

I really believed you when you said you'd be there this time.

I know.

I am sorry.

Can we reschedule?

You've got it down to the lock code already. Oh, come on, don't say that.

We're OK.

I do get where you want us to go.

Do you?

Really?

It's fine. It's done.

I'm not in a mood.

We'll reschedule.

Why are you wearing those clothes?

I got a bit messed up.

At work.

All my stuff had to go into an evidence bag.

What happened?

You know what I can't tell you.

Do the kids have a nice tea?

Er, yeah.

Chloe asked if you could take her to football on Saturday.

As long as I don't have to go in.

How is your arse?

It's very painful.

Do you want me to have a look?

That's the best offer I've had all day.

All right, then.

Sexy time. Come on.

You know, you hit the jackpot with my peachy ass.

Oh.

You're black and blue.

Yeah, I told you, shit went down at work.

I'll go.

You okay, mate?

Come on. Come here. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Come on.

Daddy? Yes, sweetheart?

Do you think I'm a striker or defender?

Striker. Top bins.

That's a hero.

Hattrick heroin, right?

Yeah, Clary, you tell him that's right.

We're not going in tonight.

We're set to take it easy for a few days. So Daddy's picking you up tonight.

Yeah, you need to run. Are you all right?

Yeah, fine.

What's on the to -do list?

Can you pick up these groceries?

and maybe make an appointment with your own GP, you need to have confirmation

that it is just piles. Hey, Marta. Morning.

How was the date?

Great. You'll have to tell me about it later. Yeah, I will. She was lovely. Oh,

do you still want me to babysit? Yes, please.

Bye.

Oh, you're home.

Bye. Bye.

Are you ill?

You're never home at this time.

You've got the cover over.

Hey, come on.

Good lad.

Can you see the ducks?

What noise do the ducks make?

Good lad.

Good lad.

Hey, Simone, it's John.

I've just got your charming email.

You can fuck right off.

Yeah, fuck off.

I'm going nowhere.

Do you hear me?

the yellow maybe.

Do you want to draw a little face on the T -Rex?

Marco,

how about you do a quick wash?

One second.

There you

go,

easy.

What are you doing?

Hey, what are you doing?

I was only looking for a place to get down. Have you been following me? No.

are you fucking doing? I swear I wanted somewhere to get me head down.

Are you from Stockport?

Do you work for Craig Beasley?

How the fuck does he know where I live? Was that a red fan trying to sell you

Craig's five kilos?

No.

Where do you think I've got stash in?

You don't seem like a dealer.

Most interesting thing I've seen you do is pick your nose.

Craig wants to know who you are.

I'm a journalist.

I'm writing about the Manchester drugs trade.

Ethan said he had a story for me.

Have you got any idea what he wanted to tell me? No.

I don't know shite about anything you're talking about.

What's your name, mate?

Jordan. Jordan.

OK, Jordan.

If you want to make some real money, I can pay you for information.

What sort of information?

Why did Craig have Hassan killed?

I don't know anything about that, mate.

All I know is no one trusted Hassan.

John?

All right, well, look, I'll give you my number, and if you do think of anything,

then give me a shout, OK?

I'll pay you.

I'll pay you double whatever Beastman's paying you.

Martha said some strange man was in our garden today. Can you create that?

Oh, that was nothing.

Oh? Why was he in our garden?

Just a rough sleeper looking for somewhere to bed down tonight. He was a

Nothing to worry about.

What's wrong?

I've been offered voluntary redundancy.

Voluntary redundancy?

Why?

Are you okay?

20 years and they did it by email. Can you believe that?

I've been off for two years, Valerie.

Two years?

Bloody hell.

You must be really upset.

I am.

Yeah, I'm good with it, actually.

But it could be good for us, don't you think?

Claire loves a silver lining. Yeah, Claire does love a silver lining.

A change of career and lifestyle could help us make a fresh start.

What do you mean?

Well, I need to do more at work or Martin is never gonna make me a partner

could be a stay -at -home dad and it's really good for your relationship with

the children at home dad Not forever obviously just

That's why you find your feet

Promise

I'll think about it

and I were the new generation of intelligence officers.

To be brutally honest, nothing changed.

All that happened was the public school boys went and in came the equally dick

-swinging working -class lads.

Except instead of Wagner, they were listening to Oasis.

I was in the same cohort as you.

I didn't belong.

I didn't feel very welcome.

This organisation had... To change, and thank God it did.

It is not acceptable to leave an abusive message on my phone.

I apologise.

I hope you're sincere in that. I am, I am.

Have you spoken to Claire?

About the redundancy offer?

She wants me to take it and to walk away.

Look, John. I get it, you're an MI5 -er to your core, but don't...

Fear change.

Take two weeks leave and think about it. It's a generous offer.

Now you need to do the handover to the officer who'll wrap up this case.

Fine. Who is he?

She.

This is Marine Ascari Evans, Marine's own secondment from MI6.

John Hughes?

Your reputation goes before you.

Pleased to meet you, Marine.

So why the move from six?

Personal reasons.

Intriguing. Maybe one for next time.

Where are you from?

Where am I from?

Yeah. Yeah, where's your accent from?

Made in Cornwall, Welsh mother, Iranian father. Where are you from? The

Cotswolds?

Anyway, I think the casework on Ethan Toremi's shooting is fairly

straightforward.

Is there anything else?

What was Ethan like?

We only texted a couple of times before we met.

He seemed genuine enough.

Are you heading up to Stockport?

Stockport? No.

I've been told to get all my ducks in a row before handing the case on to the

police.

Disappointing.

It does sound like you got caught up in some bad gangland shit.

Yeah, or senior management don't want Iran hitting the fine mile number 10 to

plug in its regional peace talks.

Oh, come on.

The intelligence services are politically neutral. Yes, when it suits

when it suits Whitehall.

I wouldn't mind sharing your personal number.

You know, in case I need to quickly confer.

Oh, don't worry.

Married men are definitely not my kink.

Perhaps you'd like to begin by telling me why you're here.

To be honest, I don't know.

We've been married for 14 years.

Who'd have thought till death do us part would take so long?

Humour can be useful, but let's try and give this its due weight.

Perhaps we don't talk as much as we should.

I agree, but it's not...

Sorry, one minute.

Work?

I think in these sessions we need to switch our phones off. Oh, I'm sorry, I

can't switch my phone off.

Why? Because John works for the security services, MI5.

Please. And that is the problem.

In a nutshell. No one was supposed to say that.

He has never been able to talk about anything connected with work.

So time's gone on, we just...

We just don't talk at all.

Just kids, chores, arrangements.

But there are things I have wanted to talk about for years.

Seven years ago, when Chloe was two, John had an affair with a woman at work.

That was years ago. That was water under the bridge. John?

Let her speak.

I could tell.

And he admitted it and promised he'd end it. But I have never been able to

know what happened, who she was.

I've simply had to take it on trust that it is over. For all I know, he might

still work with her. I don't. I don't.

Don't you trust me?

He hid behind his job.

And we... we moved on.

Deep down, I've never been able to forgive him.

And it's such a head fuck, because virtually everything that he does in a

working week just looks like he's up to something.

And I... I need to know who I'm married to.

You said that you forgave me.

I have tried to forgive you.

And after a gap, we had another child, a son, Kit.

But I don't think I can get past it while you're still doing the job that

do.

Dad, are you taking me to school today?

Oh, I can't now, sweetheart.

I've got a work thing.

But I thought you were having a break.

Just a couple of loose ends.

When will you be back?

I won't be late.

I'll call you later and let you know.

Bye, Dad.

Bye -bye, sweetheart.

Morning. Morning, Martha.

Hi.

Oh, my God.

Don't spend it all at once.

Not with my mother.

She's alcoholic, diabetic and agoraphobic.

If it's got an ick, she's got it.

And Muggins here runs around after her, picking up a fucking tab.

So what have you got for me?

I've got some info on Etan's wife.

Crater, everyone looking for her.

He's had me on it, third and seventh.

Why's that?

Boss said.

Ethan and his wife used to hang out and do stuff there.

What did Ethan do for you, boss?

He were a fixer.

Odd job, man.

Iranian, weren't they?

Had the lingo.

Translated things for Craig.

What? What stuff did he translate?

Listen up, lad.

I'm Skippy on the beans, not Pop Dog in Baudry.

People want to know where I am.

What?

Yeah, I'm away.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

Fancy seeing you here.

I saw you texting about Stockport.

Smart of you to track my personal phone.

Was that signed off?

No. I had a pallet count them do me a favour.

No warrant? Off books?

My kind of girl.

There's me thinking you wanted my number so we could be friends.

This is my case now.

My responsibility.

I'm carrying the can. So I do actually need to know what you've got yourself

into.

You're a terrible liar, you know. Yeah, but I don't want to be responsible for

missing a terrorist attack. Do you?

Who was that young guy? That guy has got information on the whereabouts of F

-Gun's wife.

So where did you link with him?

You should be following Lee. This is your case now.

Look, we're not supposed to be here. I just want to find F -Gun's wife to see

she's got anything to tell us about the threat to national security.

But I promise you, if she even suspects her husband's stolen Beaston's drugs,

then I'll walk away.

Okay, fine.

But I'm in charge.

Yeah?

You got your press pass?

May

I

help you?

Yes, we're from the Guardian.

Looks like you've created a real focus for the community here.

We've tried to make a home for those who fled the regime in Iran.

What do you want?

We're working on a story about the murder of Ehsan Taremi.

I know nothing of Ehsan Taremi. I tell everyone who comes.

Has Craig Beetham been in here?

No, not him.

I wonder what a family man like Ehsan Taremi would be doing.

Working for Beeston.

Everyone knows why Beeston needs Iranians. He needs men that speak Farsi.

needs officials on the Iranian border. They get a cut and Beeston gets a more

direct, secure supply of his Afghan product.

There are some who think that this may be about more than just the drugs trade.

You know his wife, Mona Tremi, has gone missing.

If Mona could shed some light on Beeston's criminal operation, it may

bring some justice to her husband.

Anything that cares to you.

Would you give me a ring?

We've got company.

Do you have another way out?

You ready?

Hot office.

Hot office.

Get in the car.

Get in the fucking car now!

In.

So who are you then, eh?

Sniffing about, causing an instance for yourself?

You've got our ideas, you know where we are.

Oh, yeah, yeah, but we know all the crime reporters in the North.

We even know some of them down South.

Why are you meeting up with our lesson?

We're from the Guardian. We're writing a story about the drugs trade in the

North West.

I can smell the shite.

You fucking dibble, then.

Are you fucking devil? Honestly, we're writing about heroin coming from

Afghanistan over the Iranian border into Turkey and then on to England.

I don't know what you think I know about that.

Is he around here?

Belongs to us.

It's ours.

This is our patch.

I'm sorry, it's rude of us. We apologise.

I can't hear you. I'm sorry, it's rude of us. We apologise.

What do you think, George?

You had a good look at him down in that London.

Didn't you?

Huh? He's not dibble.

He'd be so boring.

He's a journalist.

Did I have something to say out to you?

It didn't work for me.

I'd like to know who killed R .F.

He proves he's very important to me, Mr. and Mrs.

Journalist.

What did our essence say?

He was killed before he could say anything.

Nah.

I bet he was all blab.

Blab, blab, wasn't he?

See what happens to people who think they're bigger than they are, Jordan? Go

shooting their mouth off.

Really tragic things happen to them.

Sad things.

He speaks for our lesson's wife.

We'd like to, but we don't know where Mona Toremi is.

Go on, fuck off.

Fuck off!

I've seen you around there again.

You won't be fucking walking home.

Fucking journals.

Go on, fuck off back down south.

Last one's gone.

sure you're okay, Sharon.

Behave yourself.

I will if you will.

The last room's the last room, right?

Thanks for backing me today.

It's okay.

My brains are blowing all over my face.

You know, I need to know why.

It's a hard thing to take a human life.

Have you?

According to the philosopher Immanuel Kant, no human life may ever be taken

any reason, even if one's own life is threatened.

You calling me a cunt?

You recruited Jordan in London, didn't you?

Did you catch him surveilling you?

I'm wondering how Easton knew that I was in touch with Essan.

If your cover's been blown... My cover hasn't been blown.

Did you tell Ethan where you live? No, of course not. And a service team

securely got you out from the location where Ethan was killed? Yeah. So when

where did you understand Jordan was surveilling you? I wouldn't use that

He was more loitering in my backyard.

And that's a massive, massive deal.

It's a major fuck -up, John. Ethan was the real deal. But you don't know that.

Yes, I took a risk using my personal phone to contact Ethan.

John, you can't use your personal phone to communicate with a source.

So that's how we think about your address.

Can we just keep this between us?

At least until we get a better read of the situation.

What's dibble?

Slang for copper.

Officer dibble.

Top cut.

Not dinner.

It's a good show.

Must be an old show, right?

Cartoon.

No.

Hello?

Hello, it's Sardar from the Persian Centre. I know where Mona Taremi is.

Where?

Mona? Mona?

Mona? Well, we're not here to harm you. I was there when Ethel was killed. We're

here to protect you, okay? I'm the person who took down the man who married

husband.

Are you police?

No, we work for the security services.

Why were you with us when you died?

He had important information about an attack on this country, but he was

murdered before he could tell us what he wanted to.

So you were trying to do something good? Yes, I think so.

Have you any idea what it was he wanted to tell us?

He was vague.

He said we had to leave the area.

The day he died, he told me to pack to leave quickly.

What can you tell us about the way he did for Craig Beeston?

He wouldn't talk to me about it much because I didn't approve.

But before he died, I heard him arguing with someone about the General.

The General?

Mona, we're trying to find out who made the SN and bring some justice to you

and your daughters.

If there's any information you have which could help us with that.

Anything.

I don't know the password.

Bye.

Oh,

hi, John. You're looking for Claire? Oh, yeah.

She's just finished. Brilliant.

How are you?

How's that lovely wife of yours?

Oh, unfortunately, we separated.

She's living in our place in Spain.

Well, at least she's got the weather.

I know.

Don't stop.

I'm sorry. I get it.

I thought you were supposed to be taking some leave.

I am, but I was needed at work.

Were you on the job on your own or with a colleague?

I was with a colleague.

Was it the colleague you were texting during our marriage counselling session?

Yes, it was her.

A woman? Yes, I work with women. You work with men.

The last train to London had been and gone.

Where did you stay?

Oh, just in some crummy little hotel in Manchester.

Why are you being like this?

Did anything happen?

How are things meant to get any better if you don't trust me?

You have to earn my trust.

What are you doing here?

You're meant to be on leave. I've come in for a trauma mitigation workshop with

wellness.

Well, perhaps a letter does sometimes change your spouse.

You never know, Gregory.

Here. Now in the 21st century, a lot of young women can still be killed or

tortured. The British government must act. now against this tyrannical regime.

That's Fatima Fazi.

She runs Persia Live UK.

Yeah, Eslan's got loads more of her on here and it's all encrypted.

But why is a gangster's translator stalking a prominent Iranian dissident?

they're getting a fix on their whereabouts before they organise a

attack.

Well, the information Eslan Tarimi provided was about an event where a lot

people could get killed.

Fatima's giving a talk at a university in Liverpool next week.

What if they're targeted now?

General.

How are the preparations?

Any problems?

There's been one or two wrinkles, but nothing I can't handle.

I hear there was a problem with the journalist.

Don't fuck this up, Craig.

You won't get your ten million. I won't.

I'll do whatever I need to do.

It'll be casualties.

That's what you want, isn't it?