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

You're not a real person.

What's wrong? Michael's
here. I'll come back later.

OK. 'Who is it?'

Michael, this is John from work.

Hello, John.

What do you want? I need that Albany file.

And you think 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. Whose terminal?

Lucas's. 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? Mh-hm.

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?

The theory was that 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 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? Tut-tut!

You go and talk to Daddy.

There's no rush, except a week
from now, the price goes up...750,

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, erm,

they...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, are 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 RIPA
Authorising Officer for New Cross Council.

Oh, he's a Council snooper.

Alright. You do the paperwork.

Keith Deery. New Cross
Borough Council. Louisa Ramsey.

Yes, if you say so. Well, 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 RIPA 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...

Yes, yes, yes... This morning, I had cause to
surveil a young woman who was of interest to us.

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. Mm, I'm sure.

Well, 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, erm...

intercept this communique,
and what do you think it said?

What? Nothing. Nothing?

Yes, the note was blank. Well,
at least, it appeared to be blank.

Obviously, my first thought that it was some sort of an
invisible writing technique, lemon juice and so forth.

So I decided to apply some heat to the note,
in the hope that it might reveal a message.

Did it? It did.

Less fortunately, it appeared
that the note was made of some

unusually flammable material. Erm...

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 MI5 in 2002.

Promising scores on the initial round.

But at the time he 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, 2007 and 2008.

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 my 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.

Oof!

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.

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 ciclosporin,

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 MI5.

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

And because of him,
your life is in danger.

Er... 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...

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 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 fifty million in laundered euros.

I'm going to 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 going
to do? Please, tell me.

What are you going to do, Michael, please?

What am I going to do?

Maya, if John had done what he was supposed to do,
you wouldn't be in danger. I'm trying to protect you.

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

Yeah. I had to say that.
It's, er, complicated.

Maya, you're alright... Argh! 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 nitrocellulose.

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. Alright, 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.

Agh... 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've followed Lucas to
a park. He's met someone.

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

John, listen...

Agh... 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... Argh!

Where is she?

She's... Where?!

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

Agh!

Something's happened. I'm going in.

Beth, no.

Agh!

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?

ARGH!

Michael?

Oh, God...

Mr Deery?

Agh...

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.

17 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 it!

Damn you!

God knows, I've had my share
of betrayal, 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 nine.

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.

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 MI5.

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

He'd already got through the first round.
All the background checks were clear.

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
this is uncool, John, but...

..you have to love something
greater than yourself.

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.

And you'd 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!

17 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've 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.

So he must have 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 MI5, 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 alright.

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 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
alright, 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.

Agh!

Who are you?

Uh... 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.

Agh... Liar!

You work for MI5?

Yes. Yes.

How much do you know? Everything.

More lies. Agh!

That was a stroke of luck. Not often you stumble
across a Mafia money launderer 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 hit man's French.

French?

L'homme et la femme sont a l'appartement.

I'm sorry. It's not your fault.

Ce n'est pas la meme chose.

Is, is he... Is he going to kill us?

Is that your wife?

Mm. You be brave for her.

Yeah, OK, 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.

Leave her alone!

RUN...!

GET OUT!

Ow! Oh...

Argh!

SHOOT HIM, SHOOT HIM! SHOOT HIM!

Shoot him, shoot him... SHOOT HIM DEAD!

< 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?

'Did you tell them that you didn't know?'

Oh, no... No, I know what you did.

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

Argh!

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.

'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.

Agh...

You should, er, 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.

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 did get 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? 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?

I want you, Harry. Just the two of us.