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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

ROPER: Wanna know
how the trick is done?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

It's a straw man operation.
You are the straw man.

No offense.

Your name
is Andrew Birch?

Uh...
Merchant venturer.

Decent history in commerce,
no skeletons,
no murky deals.

Maybe you and I have
done deals together,
maybe we haven't.

Let them guess.

So, I go to the clowns,

the brokers, venture boys,
flexible banks and I say,

"This fellow Birch,
he's a very smart cookie,

"a brilliant plan,
just needs backing.

"Something to do
with agricultural hardware,

"quick profits
is my gift to you.

"He's clever, he's handsome,
he's good with
all the right people.

"Didn't want you
missing out.

"Company is called
Tradepass.

"Double your money
in four months max."

It's trust Dickie time.

And they do.

Well...
(CHUCKLES)

You register the company
in Cyprus, you have
a bank in Geneva.

No questions asked,
no accounts to be filed.

You are my lead actor.

You're my main man,
my star.

We make the deal,

no one really knows
what we're selling,
no one wants to know.

They don't care.
All they care
about is the money.

They don't want to know
what's really at stake,
because if they did,

they wouldn't
sleep at night.

No one can know
where the money
comes from.

Except you and me,
Andrew.

We know.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

It's 11 o'clock.

We're having
a business meeting, darling.
I thought I told you.

A business meeting
with Thomas?

Not Thomas.

Andrew.

Andrew is coming aboard.

Well, I'm not part
of your little venture,

so what do I call you?

Your son is leaving.
If you'd like to take him
to the airport.

Oh, bloody hell...

JED: (SOFTLY)
Come here, babe.

Hello, what's this?

It's a goodbye present.

My God!
Boy's got talent.

(CHUCKLES)

My son, the painter.

Very good, Danny.

ROPER: Certainly is.

That's terrific, Dans.
Thank you.

Now, we better get
a move on.

Aren't you coming?

ROPER: Can't, I'm afraid.
Work.

Give your old man
a hug.

So, Jed'll take you
to the airport

and your mother
will be at the
other end.

Come on now, chin up.

Goodbye, Thomas.

Goodbye, Danny.

JED:
But he's not
Thomas anymore.

He's Andrew.

Jed, darling...

But I'm still Jed.
And your Dad's
still your dad, so...

Is that right?

Come on, baby.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(TRAFFIC BUSTLING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(APOSTOL SPEAKING SPANISH)

Gracias.

What do you want?

Please, sit down.

Your girlfriend tells me
you're gonna
take her to Istanbul.

Very romantic.

I did what you asked.

And how's the sleeping?

Still bad.

You are not good
as a confessor at all.

"One good deed at a time."
Isn't that what the
good Lord says?

Where did you
get this?
Lucky dip.

Don't bullshit me.

Who got you this?

Someone on the inside?

Don't make trouble
with me, Juan.

I'd much prefer
to be your friend.

I think
you'd prefer it too.

Now, look here.
I've got code names,

and I've got numbers
and I've got pages
to cross-reference.

But what I don't have...

is someone to join
the dots for me

and tell me what the
bloody hell is going on.

Would you
leave me alone?

You have my word.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(CLICK)
(GASPS)

(EXHALES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DOOR OPENS)

(GASPS)

Jesus Christ.

What is wrong with you?
What the hell do you
think you're doing?

No one saw me.

You saw no one see you.
It's not the same thing.

Where's Roper?

He left last night
for a meeting in Geneva.

(SIGHS)

Jesus. (SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

I really don't think
this was a good idea.

I'm sorry
if my recklessness
upsets you.

Just tell me
what you were doing
in his private study?

Same as you.

I just wanted to find out
more about the man
who was employing me.

I'm not employed
by anyone.

No?

I'm in a relationship,
Andrew.

Business or pleasure?

Love.

Right.

Is this your son?

Why do you have that?

Is he your son?

Yes.

Where is he?

He lives with my sister,
she takes care of him.

Why isn't he here
with you?

Because I left him.

I was 17,
I couldn't be a mother.

My sister had a kid already
and her husband's
a really nice guy.

He doesn't do meth
for breakfast.

So, I think I made
the right call.

Does Roper know?

He wasn't supposed
to know.

Why?

Because that's not
what he bought
on the Upper East Side.

I'm young and beautiful.

Remember?

So, why are you here,
why'd you come
and see me?

You know,
I actually have no idea.

What do you
want from us?

Jed, I'm not
your way out of this.

That's not
what I'm asking.

I think you should go.

Go home
along the beach.

Make sure...

If anyone asks,

say you couldn't sleep
and you went
for a nighttime stroll.

(DOOR OPENS)

Make sure they see you.

Be nice to Roper.

Make him happy.

Make him believe it.

Why the hell
would I listen
to you?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

Come on, mate.

Unbelievable.

What are you...

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Jesus.

BURR: All right, look.

Investors in Tradepass.

Translated by the Spaniard.
Names on the left.
Numbers on the right.

So, Roper buys
MOD-certified weapons
for $300 million,

is cash-flowed by people
who know nothing about
what they're trading in.

But the investors
are guaranteed 20% profit
at the end of 12 months.

So, Roper pays back
$360 million at the
end of the deal.

But look
what he sells it for.

ROB: What's that?

"Estimated sale price."
His dad was an auctioneer.

That's a profit
of 240 million.
Yeah.

It's not bad
for a year's work
and look at this.

Who are
Halo and Felix?

(PHONE RINGING)

There we are.
Rob Singhal. IEA.

ROB: Course.

It's Mayhew.
I think he's on
the warpath.

An unmarked van
forcing me off The Mall.

(DOOR SLAMS)
Is this what
it's come to?

This is London
for Christ's sake!

They were probably
just trying
to scare you.

Yeah. Well, they picked
the wrong man.

They're going to get
a Whitehall knife-fight
like they've never seen.

Your budget is tripled,

don't ask me
where I got it from,
best you don't know.

How many more
people do you want?

Um, intelligence gathering
and analysis.
Six minimum.

Uh, people I can trust.
Well, you choose them.

You choose everything.
Get Steadman back here.

Tell him
we're joining forces.

You get a new kit.
New everything.

Okay. Rex, you need
to sit down. Can I show
you something?

Where did you get this?

Rex. Who are
Halo and Felix?

I don't know.

Could you make a guess?

Good trip?

It was all right.

"It was all right?"

Two days of meetings
with Swiss bankers,
Corky.

It wasn't
exactly Babylonian.

Andrew! I didn't get you
a snow globe,

if that's what
you're wandering.

How's the
homework coming?

Ah, it's pretty good,
I think.

Well, better be.

I'm going to be
testing you.
(CHUCKLES)

Where's Jed?

I don't know actually.
I haven't seen much of her,
to be honest.

Ah. Thar she blows.

Jed, darling.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

Come on, I wanna show you
how much I missed you.

Andrew.
Top floor. One hour.

CORKORAN:
So, you're joining up?

Send the kid back to Mummy
and then it's off
to work we go.

Right?

Thanks to some very clever
footwork by some queens
unfriendly to the cause.

You're going
in my place.

Uh, Corky, I have
no idea what you're
talking about.

You see, the chief,
though he'll deny it,

is an incurable romantic.

Whereas Corky here,
is a skeptic.

And my professional
and personal view is,
you are poison.

But you saved
his little boy's life.
So, you're Mr. Untouchable.

I think,
one's becoming
a tad deranged, Corky.

Then of course,
there's the case
of the nighttime naughties

while Roper was away.

''Barefoot she walked
along the beach,

"To the old cottage
where the hero awaits."

Now, if that isn't
an airport novel
waiting to be written.

She came for advice.
That's all.

Do you have any idea
what he'd do to her
if he knew?

The damage he would do
to that beautiful
sweet face?

Even Dr. Shimon,
Mr. Plastic Fantastic

might find that
a bit of a challenge.

That's the fire
you're dealing with.

Or don't you care?

Huh?

Of course, I care.

Well, good.

Well, then don't ever
go near that girl

again.

TAILOR: Waist to floor, 45.
Please, turn around, sir.

Thigh 23.
Please, turn around, sir.

(CHUCKLES)

Chest 41.

Waist 32 and a half.
Please, turn around, sir.

I do believe the tree trunk
has filled out a little.

You been raiding
the fridge
while I was gone?

Well, uh, I was
laying in supplies.

All right.
So, we'll take
two of those,

one of the
bird's eye,

Prince of Wales
and then one in the gray,
what was that called?

Uh, Super 100, sir.

ROPER: Super 100. Yes.

Now, can you do all that
by Wednesday?
Because Mr. Birch

is embarking
on a very important trip.

Of course, Mr. Roper.

Ah, Jed, darling.
Come and see our boy.

Doesn't he look
grown up?

Very nice.

Thank you.

All right.

Time to pay
the man, Andrew.

Uh, we can charge
all this to your account,
Mr. Roper...

No, no, no.
Mr. Birch will pay
for his own clothes.

Won't you,
Mr. Birch?

Voila!

(JONATHAN CHUCKLES)

ROPER: This is
a farewell
to my love,

who after
a night of wine,

song and assorted
pleasures of the flesh

will be returning
to the villa
with Corky here.

While we continue
with our journey,

with our new friend
and colleague,
Andrew Birch.

Andrew Birch.

JED: Andrew Birch.
Thank you very much.

Andrew Birch.

Who's hungry?

TABBY: I am, boss.
I can see that.
Yes.

(ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Where are you
going tomorrow?

I don't know.

HEAD WAITER: Sir,
would you like to order?

ROPER: Uh...
Why don't you just bring us
a mass of seafood?

Uh... Clams, squids,

oysters, et cetera.

And get rid of these
bloody flowers, will you?

Yes, of course.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

I'd like
a lobster salad,
please.

Oh, I'm afraid
we don't have
anymore lobster, madam.

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

What do you mean
there's no lobster?
It's fine.

Sir, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry,
so you so should be.

What is this out here?
This is the sea.

This is
a seafood restaurant.

There many lobster
living out here,

very happy,
laughing at your
three Michelin Stars.

Corky, do shut up.

It's fine.
I'll have the fish,
thanks.

Do you have fish
in your fish
seafood restaurant?

Yes. We do, sir.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Oh, I would like
to make a toast.

To the lovers.

Perfect pairing.

Beauty and
elegance entwined.

To the lovers!

The lovers!
ALL: To the lovers.

Let no man
tear them asunder.

JED: What's wrong, baby?

Nothing.
Business?

Of course,
it's bloody business.

Will you miss me?

Yes, I will miss you.

JED: Why don't you
take me with you?

What the hell is that?
What is this?
What is this?

Corky, sit down.

It's for
another table, sir.

I'll tell you what it is,
my naughty little
grease ball.

This is a lobster
sodding salad.

Yes, sir.

So, why did your
ugly friend over there
just tell me that this

beautiful lady
couldn't have
a lobster sodding salad?

They pre-ordered
this morning.

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
Only the lobster salad
for pre-orders.

Take your hand
off my lobster.

(BOTH GRUNT)

Jesus, Corky.

Come on, come on,
come on.

Come on, come on, come on.
CORKORAN: Andrew Birch
to the rescue.

JONATHAN:
Come on, come on,
come on.

Where you taking me?
Where you taking me?

Corky. Corky.
Come on.
Sit down, sit down.

Sit down, okay?

It's okay.
(SHUSHING)

I am so sorry.
(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

MAN: What the
hell's going on?
Andrew Birch.

I must apologize
for my friend's
misbehavior.

I think you
bloody well should.

Allow me
to buy you lunch.

Perhaps I could re-order
the entire meal and another
bottle of champagne.

MAN: What about
your friend there?

JONATHAN:
You'll have no trouble
from him, sir.

Would that be all right?

Thank you so much.
MAN: I can take
your word for it?

Yes, sir. Thank you.
Okay.

All right.

Isn't he a charmer?

So smooth.

To the victor.

And to the blind man,

who cannot see
the human bloody
hand grenade

in front of his
bloody eyes.

(CUTLERY CLATTERS)

Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Nice and prompt, Harry.

What are you doing
contacting me like that?

I was in a hurry.
Do you want
to see why?

Where did you
get these?

Who are Halo and Felix?

It's all right,
I'm on my own.

Richard Roper is buying
arms under the counter

from British and American
arms companies.

And people on the inside
are aiding and abetting.

And getting paid
to do so.

Five million dollars.

(SCOFFS)
I shouldn't be here.

Sit down, Harry.

Listen to me, Harry.

I like you.
I've always liked you,

ever since I was
in the River House.

You're a decent man.

You're just
too easily led.

I didn't want
to be a part of it.
I swear.

Who is Halo?

Dromgoole.

So, it's, money to cover
all the River House
expenses, yeah?

Including you?

And who's Felix?

Langley in London.

Barbara Vandon.

So, what's Dromgoole
doing for his money?

Falsifying MOD
end-user certificates.

And are you
helping him to do that?

Oh, Harry.

That's corruption.
It's...

serious fraud
and it's a gross abuse
of government.

And it's a very long
custodial sentence

and a humiliating end

to a decent career.
Is that what
you really want?

Now, unless...

King's College Library.
Pick them up
tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.

ROPER:
Looking forward to it?

JONATHAN: Very much.

Although, I'm not
quite sure what ''it'' is yet.
(CHUCKLES)

That's half the fun.

All the fun,
come to think of it.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

Nicely dealt with
at lunch,
by the way.

ROPER:
Yeah, not yet.
Uh-huh...

Thank you.

I suppose drunken guests
were meat and drink to you
in the hotel trade.

(CHUCKLES)

Yes, uh...

Among other things.

SANDY: I'm sure,
the mind
positively boggles.

(SANDY LAUGHS)
(SCOFFS)

(SIGHS)

Everything all right?

Never better.

We fly tomorrow
at 10:00.

Listen,
I need to talk to Sandy.

Can you entertain Jed?
We might be a while.

Jed, darling.
The old codgers
need to talk.

Andrew's gonna
buy you a drink

in that beautiful bar
up on the terrace.

If I were you,
I would accept quick.

Looks like
there might be
a lot of takers.

(CHUCKLES)

When are you back?

I don't know.

Who are you?

You come
into our lives,

disrupt our balance.

Everyone's attracted
to you.

Who are you?

Are you Andrew Birch?

Are you Thomas Quince?

Are you Jonathon Pine?

Tell me.

I can't.

How long do we have?

He said a while.

Where's your room?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(JED MOANS)

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

(BOTH MOANING)

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

SANDY: No way,
I don't think they can
have a damn thing.

It doesn't matter what he has,
it matters what he thinks
he has.

He, who's he?

A fella called
Mayhew. (SIGHS)

Tight arse Foreign Office
creep trying to make
a name for himself.

River boys got him
pegged as a nuisance.
They don't know what he has,

but they're
definitely spooked.

What do you wanna do?

Call the Haven,
bring the
whole thing forward.

Will do.

(SANDY CLEARS THROAT)

So, what do you make
of our new front man?

Oh, I like him.

He drinks less than Corky,
but doesn't have
the same elan.

Still swings
in roundabouts.

You are such a bloody snob,
Lord Langbourne.

Yeah, it's me.
Just a small change
of plan.

ROPER: Ah!
There you are.

Thought you might
have eloped.

I had a little headache.

My gallant found me
a Nurofen though.

ROPER: Did he really?
JED: Hmm.

Well, that is very
decent of him.

No, no, no.

I am for my bed.
And you are
for my bed, too.

Just in case
you had forgotten,

you and I are not gonna
see each other
for quite a while.

We'll see you
in the morning, Andrew.

I won't wake
to see you off.
So, best of luck.

Thank you.

Good night.

Okay, so, we are looking
at seven arms deals,
all in the last six months.

Fake MOD
end-user certificates,
fast-tracked by the River.

You can see
on the certificates the
end users of the governments

of Italy and Bulgaria.
We now know
that not to be the case.

They're being exported
by a company called
Farrago Holdings.

Export licenses granted,
they can ship
whenever they want.

GARDENER:
Where did you get these?

A boatman
gave them to me.

Okay, so,
the toys are in transit.

The questions is,
where are they really going?

And how the hell
are they getting there?

We're focusing
on three ships.

The Nemesis,
The Marquis,
The Leila Jane.

All three
were registered
in Cyprus.

To Farrago Holdings.

Farrago is a front company,
it's impossible
to trace the directors.

What's the cargo?

ROB: Crops
and farm machinery.

All three ships have already
gone off their bearings
in the Atlantic Ocean.

I'd say two
are a smokescreen
and one's the real thing.

And what
about Roper, Grace?

GRACE: Well, he was in Palma.
He left on a private-jet
this morning.

Plane's registered
to Tradepass Holdings.
Director is Andrew Birch.

Birch? Who's that?

GRACE: We've run
searches on him,
nothing's come back.

Who's on the plane?

GRACE:
Birch, Langbourne
and Richard Roper.

Where's it going?

GRACE: Istanbul.

That's where
Apostol's going,
the Spanish lawyer.

We need to split units.
You need to get
to Istanbul, now.

Take Pearl
and a team with you.

What am I looking for?

BURR: A familiar face.

I think Andrew Birch
is someone closer
than we think.

Sir, we'll be
approaching Istanbul
in around 10 minutes.

Thank you, Mags.

Ready to shine?

(CHUCKLES)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

REX: Come.

Rex, how are you?

Pamela, what are you...

I'm fine.

Good.

Angela Burr from the IEA.

You know her personally?

Uh... A little, yes.

And do you know
what she's up to?

Um, aside from the fact
that she's working on Limpet,
not really. Um...

Micro-management
isn't my style.

Well, she's been ruffling
an awful lot of feathers.

I think we should appoint
a new head of the IEA.

I have some
suitable candidates.

I particularly
like this one.

Are you serious?

Yes.

Angela Burr is closer
than anyone's ever been

to cracking Richard Roper's
off-shore operation.

You really believe that?

I know it. I know it.

I've seen it
with my own eyes.

What is it you're not
telling me, Rex?

Pamela, if I show you this,
it has to be
for your eyes only.

This is
operational material.

You know,
there are lives
at stake.

(SIGHS)

Oh, God.

We know
who Halo and Felix are.

All right, then.

Keep Angela Burr
where she is.

(DOOR OPENS)

Yes. Geoffrey,
it's Pamela.

(MUEZZIN CALLING)

SANDY: Dickie,
remind me the name
of that belly dancer.

Never knew her.

No.

Andrew Birch.

I have three suites
and two rooms
booked in my name.

HOTEL MANAGER:
Of course, sir.
(SANDY CLEARS THROAT)

JONATHAN: Thank you.
Excellent.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Here, we are ready for you.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.

ROPER: All done?

All done.

Boss' office. Now.

(RAYMOND SIGHS)

Angela Burr
has got hold of these.

(SCOFFS) How the hell...

GEOFFERY:
We suspect
a Spanish involvement.

Which means...

(SCREAMS)
That we have
a problem!

What's the matter, Harry?
Why the flare?

Dromgoole's got
the Tradepass papers.
He knows they came from you.

How does he think
I got them?

He thinks
the Spanish lawyer
helped you.

Is that what he said?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Steadman.
BURR: Joel.

Need to get a message
to the Spanish lawyer
in Madrid.

Tell him to re-divert
to London. Now.

Sure.

I can't do this, Angela.
I'm not sleeping.

Shut up
and listen to me.

How did he get them,
did he get them
from Galt?

They came direct
to Dromgoole.

I got the feeling
they came from above.

From above?
Is that what he said?

(SIGHS)

Are you sure
it was her?

Who else
could it have been?

I said no one, Rex.
I said not a bloody soul
to see those papers.

I was defending you.
She was going
to get rid of you, Angela.

What happens now?

I'm getting
Apo out quick-time,

give him a new ID,
new life,

put it all on him
to save Pine.

If it looks like Apo
was the only mole
in the operation,

we might
just be okay.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah, Joel?
What is it?

JOEL: The Spanish lawyer
booked a flight to Istanbul,
but never made it.

He's not answering his cell.
And nobody in his office
knows where he is.

I'm heading
to Madrid right now.

Okay, call me
when you get there.

(SIGHS)

(MUEZZIN CALLING)

(SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Jonathan.

What's wrong?

I just need to know
that you're there.

Jed, we have
to get off the line.

Where's, uh, Apostol?
Is he meeting us there?

Apo's crocked,
I'm afraid.

Most likely screwing
his tart somewhere.

We have
a Turkish substitute.

But we don't need Apo.
We don't need anyone.

We just need
you and me.

SWISS BANKER:
Mr. Ertun will sign
as representative

of Farrago Holdings,
full jurisdiction.

I will sign as witness
from the Private Members Bank.

Mr. Langbourne informs me
that Mr. Birch
will sign for himself

as director
of Tradepass Limited.

SANDY: That's correct, sir.

When would you
like to sign?

What's wrong with now?

(CHUCKLES)

I have not had time
to review these
documents properly.

It is a very complicated
process of sale.

The origin of the
machinery is unclear.

I am not even sure
when the transfer of goods
is going to take place.

Oh, you don't need
to concern yourself
with that now.

Mr. Langbourne, please.

I was brought on
at very late notice.

I need time to study
the documents.

Could you ask
Mr. Apostol

to give me a call
on the phone,

explain to me
the nature of the deal

and I will be
happy to proceed.

Uh, Mr. Apostol
is indisposed.

Which is why we're here
and why you're
being paid so well.

I'm sorry,
I cannot sign
a blank document.

They're not blank,
they're words
all over the place.

Look, mister...

Collins.

Mr. Collins,
it's blank to me.

JONATHAN:
Mr. Ertun,
let me explain.

And to be completely honest,
I haven't read
the documents either,

and I'm supposed to be
signing them. (CHUCKLES)

The choice that we have
is not to do the deal
today or next week.

The choice we have
is to do the deal today,
now, this minute.

Or we don't do
the deal at all.

All you need to know

is that Tradepass
is buying farm machinery
from Farrago Holdings.

Uh, Frisky.

You see,
ultimately, Mr. Ertun,

this is about trust.

I trust you, and, uh...

I'm asking you
to trust me.

It really is that simple.

We were told
you were the
right man for the job.

Perhaps we were wrong.

No, no, no, no.

Wait, wait.

You can trust me.

ROPER: Good.

Well, let's get those
documents signed,
shall we?

Mr. Birch is a busy man.

SWISS BANKER: Just before
we get to sign those papers,

to authorize the
transfer of funds from the
Tradepass account,

Mr. Birch will be subject
to a biometric verification.

It'll take a minute
to extract your iris scan.

(BEEPS)
You'll be able
to use this later on,

on your smart phone
and your computer.

Thank you very much.
Thank you.

If you sign here.

Do you think I might,
uh, take a look at the
current bank statement?

I don't see why not?
It's his company.

(CHUCKLES) Thank you.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

FRISKY: Ciao.

(SPEAKING LATVIAN)

FRISKY: Okay.

We go single file.
Yeah.

Keep your hands clear
and visible at all times.

Unbutton your jacket, Sandy,
they want to see
we're not carrying.

Okay? Right, Sandy,
come on.

Lord Langbourne, welcome.

Long trip
on the high seas,
sailor boy?

Yes.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Uh, we got a little lost
in the ocean,

but we got here
in the end.
SANDY: You did.

Who is Mr. Birch?

This is Mr. Andrew Birch.

You are a great
enthusiast for tractors
and agricultural materials?

That's right, yes.
(CHUCKLES)

Want to feed the world?
Like Bono?

(ALL LAUGHING)

Let's get on with it,
shall we?

This way.

Could we open
this one, please?

Yeah, okay.

(SPEAKING LATVIAN)

Frisky and Tabby,

you want to pick
a couple each, make sure
they're bona fide?

(RIFLE COCKS)

(CLICKS)

Likey?

Very much.

ROPER: Wait till
you see the rest.

Everything all right
with you two?

Yeah, it is all good.

Right, well,
I think it's signing time.

Yes, good evening,
this is Sandy Langbourne.

Tradepass for authorization.
I'm handing the phone
to Mr. Andrew Birch.

(BEEPS)

Thank you.
SWISS BANKER: Please put
Jan on the line.

The purchase
has been authorized,

it's all gone through.
(CHUCKLES)

It's all yours,
my friends.

(SPEAKING LATVIAN)

And this is for you,
Mr. Birch,
to seal the deal.

This is the best Vodka
from my home town
Daugavpils, Latvia.

Yeah. But, shh.

This is contraband.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

JONATHAN:
Thank you very much.
Thank you.

Thank you,
I appreciate it.
Thank you.

(SPEAKING LATVIAN)

Right, let's get this stuff
ashore and on to the trucks,
shall we?

(LAUGHS)

ROPER:
So how does it feel

knowing that
for the next 24 hours

you own enough
weaponry to start a war?

It feels good.
(CHUCKLES)

You sure
you won't join me?

No, I'm fine.
Thank you.

Where are they going?

To the Haven.

We'll fly out there tomorrow.
The buyer will meet us there.

You know, I had
my suspicions about you.

Suspicion is,
unfortunately,
a tool of my trade.

Corky's jealousy
is very infectious.

Though it's not really
jealousy, it's lust.

What he'd give
for a night with you.

Actually, I know exactly
what he'd give.

Because he claims it
on expenses.
"Uncorking," he calls it.

(CHUCKLES)
Hundred bucks a time.

Probably get it for less here,
seeing as they more
or less invented it.

So what's your tipple?

Men? Women? Young? Old?
Get you anything.

I'm fine, uh,
thank you, though.

So, you don't drink,
you don't screw.

Not sure I can trust a man
with no appetites.

Well, uh...

You'll have
to trust this one.

Don't have to.

I choose to.

(SIREN BLARING)

GRACE:
It's gone midnight.

You should
really go home.

BURR: I'd rather be here.
Thank you.

GRACE: Doesn't your
husband mind?
Mind what?

You're always being here.
I mean, I know mine would.

My husband knows
why I do this.

He knows about
the school sports day.

I mean, he shouldn't.

Mr. Burr's not cleared
for anything more than

cooking risotto
and taking the bins out,

but I had to tell him
about the school sports day.

Uh...

I was in Baghdad
in 2003

and, um,
I was attached to

the United Nations
Monitoring, Verification
and Inspection Commission.

Catchy title.
And, um...

We'd had reports
of an incident in Rayat,

on the Iranian border,
Kurdistan.

And the, uh,
satellites couldn't make
anything of it.

So, the
Head of Station sent me.

That's not entirely true,
I volunteered actually.

Mr. Burr was
absolutely furious
when he found out. (CHUCKLES)

But you know,
what's the
point otherwise?

And, um...

When we got there,
it was a sports day.

Well, it had been
a sports day.

You know, running races,
long jump, picnics.

It looked like it had been
a really lovely day.

Until someone
had dropped two

gas shells
on the playing field.

One was sulfur mustard.

And one was
methylphosphonofluoridate.

I don't know how your
organic chemistry is.

Sarin.

Yeah, so...

The idea of the mixture
was, um, to stop people
from getting masks on.

The, uh, mustard gas
burnt the hands and faces
of the children.

Sorry.

Melted the skin and, um...

(CLEARS THROAT AND SNIFFLES)

Which allowed
the sarin

to attack
the breathing muscles.

And a lot of the kids had

lung tissue
around their mouths
and on their faces.

(CHUCKLES)

And that was the first time
I saw Richard Roper.

Roper supplied the gas?

No. (SNIFFLES)

No, sorry.
No, he had nothing
to do with it.

Uh, no, that's not
the point at all.

He started selling

sarin after that event.

Because of it.

He saw what I saw.

He saw 112 children

and 58 adults
and he thought,
"Business."

That's the
Richard Roper I know.

Yeah. So Mr. Burr knows
I'm married to him
and I will have his child.

But I have to be here.

(PHONE RINGING)

Grace speaking.

Yes.

It's Singhal.
There's a problem
in Istanbul.

(GASPS)
(PHONE RINGING)

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

Yeah.

(KNOCK ON THE DOOR)

Get in.
What the hell do you think
you're playing at?

(DOOR CLOSES)

JED ON LAPTOP RECORDING:
Jonathan.

What's wrong?

I just need to know
that you are there.

JONATHAN:
Jed, we have
to get off the line.

Well?

Well, what?

Well, are you
conducting a relationship
with that girl?

What business
is that of yours?

(SOFTLY) Oh, God.

Yes, he's here.

Yes, it's what we suspect.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Pine.

BURR: Now, you
listen to me, Jonathan.

This is what
you're going to do.

You are going to go
back to your room

and you are gonna
collect your money
and your passport

and that is it.
Do you hear me?

Then you're gonna go back
down to the foyer where you
will meet Rob and Pearl,

they will put you
in a taxi which will take you
back to the airport.

Why would I do that?

We're pulling you out
because you've blown it.

I don't think so.

His girlfriend calls you
from Roper's house phone
in the middle of the night

and you think
you're safe?

If I leave now,
you have nothing.

I will have you not
screwing up my operation,
that's what I'll have.

Without me you don't
have an operation.

The arms were
taken off a boat called
The Leila Jane

in Istanbul harbor
late last night.

They're now being taken
by road to a place
called the Haven.

If I stay on the inside,
I can take you
directly to the arms

and deliver you Roper
and whoever's buying them,
caught in the act.

Without me,
you got nothing.

You don't have Roper
in possession
of chemical weapons.

You can't arrest him
for corporate fraud,

his name's not connected
to Tradepass.

You have no phone taps,
no witnesses.

His deal will go ahead
and you'll be powerless
to stop it.

(JONATHAN BREATHING HEAVILY)

Am I wrong?

Just leave.
That's an order.

(SLAMS PHONE RECEIVER)

The foyer.
Five minutes.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

(BANGING THE DOOR)

What the hell
are you doing?

I need to speak
to the Chief, now.

He's asleep.
Then get him up.

FRISKY: I'm sorry, boss.

This better be good.

(SIGHS)

We're being watched.

What do you mean?

There is a British man
and woman in the foyer.

He's Asian, mid 30s,
she's 40s, I'd say,
but they're English.

And I'd lay good money
they're law enforcement.

How can you be so sure?

You've been on the run,
you notice these things.
Trust me.

Tabby, check them out.
Yes, sir.

Yeah?
TABBY: They're police,
all right.

Right. I want
full evacuation.

I want all of us
on the road
in 10 minutes.

Anybody home?

(SNIFFS)

Okay, guys you take
the front car with Tabby.

Yeah, Sandy,
you get in with me.

Dickie, what the
hell's going on?

Coppers, let's go.

That's the backup.

Get in the car.

(GRUNTS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

Go. Go, go, go.
(ENGINE REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

(GARDENER COUGHING)

He's gone.

(BANGS TABLE)

(SIGHS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)