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[BEEPING]

Come on!

[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[BEEPING CONTINUES]

[CAR ALARM SOUNDING]

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

But you realize
I know nothing
about politics?

You voted for him,
didn't you?

Adam Lang?
Of course I did.

Everyone voted for him.
He wasn't a politician,
he was a craze.

Well, there you go.

Look, it's a new
ghostwriter he needs,

not another
goddamn politico.

He was paid $10 million
for these memoirs,

but rumor has it
the manuscript's
a crock of shit.

Rhinehart's lending him
his house at the ocean
so they can fix it,

and the pressure
must have gotten
to McAra.

Pathologist said
his blood was, like,
three parts booze.

You mean he drowned
by accident?

Accident, suicide,
who cares?

It was the book
that killed him.

Well, that's
encouraging.

[CHUCKLES DRYLY]

Who is this McAra?
Should I have heard of him?

Yeah. He was some kind
of aide to Lang when
he was Prime Minister,

so don't admit that
you haven't. He was
with him for years.

[SIGHING]

I don't know, Rick.

This is a great
opportunity for you.

Plus the money is good.
Kids won't starve.

- I don't have any kids.
- I do.

Roy.

[BEEPING]

Who're you expecting to
bomb you, Random House?

We're publishing
Lang's memoirs.

That's enough to
make us a target, apparently.

Thank you.

How many have you seen?

Five. You're the last.

[CARD READER BEEPS]

I must be honest.

I don't think
you're the right man
for this assignment.

Then it's a good job
it's not your decision, Roy.

John Maddox,
chief executive of
Rhinehart, New York.

Sir.

Sidney Kroll, Mr. Lang's
Washington attorney.

Mr. Kroll.

And Nick Ricardelli
I believe you know.

All right, Rick.

JOHN: All right, I gather
from Rick you're aware of
the situation?

Perhaps you can
enlighten us

and tell us what exactly
you're gonna bring
to this project.

Nothing.

[LAUGHING]

No, I'm not gonna
pretend to be
someone I'm not.

You have my CV.

His last effort was
the autobiography
of a magician,

I Came, I Sawed, I Conquered.

Yeah, and it went
straight to
number one, so...

After you
turned it down, Roy.

Look, I don't read
political memoirs.
Who does?

And I gather you've spent
$10 million on this book.

How much of that are
you gonna see back?

Two? Three?

It's bad news for
your shareholders.

And it's worse news for
your client, Mr. Kroll.

Adam Lang,
he wants a place in history,
not in the remainder tables.

Oh, please!

It's because I know
nothing about politics

that I'll ask the questions
that get right to the heart
of who Adam Lang is.

And that is what sells autobiographies.

Heart.

Wow! That's nicely done.

What utter balls.

You think so?

John, of course.
Adam Lang's a world
historical figure.

His autobiography is gonna
be a world-publishing event.

Yeah, well, I got
warehouses filled with

world-publishing events
waiting to be pulped.

Sid?

Adam is obviously still
very upset by what happened
to Mike McAra.

He was irreplaceable.
Irreplaceable, and yet
he has to be replaced.

Adam can certainly
appreciate the benefits
of trying someone different.

In the end,
it's about chemistry.
Do you work out, maybe?

Not really.

That's a pity.
Adam likes to work out.

Actually, I know a good
writer on the Guardian
who uses a gym.

[RICK SCOFFS]

Okay, maybe we could just
run over the publishing
schedule, yeah?

We need to wrap
this up in a month.

- GHOST: A month?
- Yes.

You want the book
in a month?

We already have
a first draft.

Yeah, well,
it needs a lot of work.

That's why I like
your resume here.

You're fast,
and you deliver.

You name it,
he ghosts it.
[CHUCKLES]

And you're a Brit.

The ghost
should be a Brit.

[IMITATES BRITISH ACCENT]
To get the jolly old tone
right, right?

[CHUCKLING]

Do you have any
family commitments?

No, I have
no family. Why?

Adam is locked into
a US lecture tour,

also a fundraising program
for the Adam Lang Foundation.

It's a month
in the States.
That's okay.

Couldn't I bring
the manuscript
back here to work on?

I'm afraid not.
It's in a secure environment

in Marty Rhinehart's
own house.

Only a few people are
allowed to handle it.

Sounds more like
a bomb than a book.

[CHUCKLES]

I will need to see it
myself at some point.

I am supposed
to be editing it.

Yeah, in theory.
Actually, we need
to talk about that.

JOHN: How soon can
- you get over there?
- As soon as you want.

- He'll fly tonight.
- Rick.

[SOFTLY]
It's okay.

Okay, you're in.

Oh!

[GRUNTS]
- Congratulations.
- Thank you. Thanks.

- Rick.
- Thank you.

Actually,
I have something here

you might want
- to look at.
- Is that... Is that...

No, no, no,
this isn't Adam's book.

No, it's another
client of mine.

Yeah, perhaps
you can let me know
what you think.

Sure.

JOHN: Okay,
if you're gonna get
that evening flight,

we'd better talk
contracts with
Rick here.

Wanna show our friend
to the door? Would you?

Roy?

RICK: Call you
in an hour, buddy.

JOHN: Hey!

Remember...

[IMITATES BRITISH ACCENT]
Heart.

There's something
not quite right
about this project.

- What? Me, you mean?
- Obviously you.

And McAra. Suicide?

He didn't strike me
as the suicidal type.

Always nice
to see you, Roy.

ROY: Good luck.

Oh, God.

TAXI DRIVER:
Thank you.

[GRUNTING]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

- Yeah?
- RICK: Congratulations!

On what?

On having me
as your agent.

Yeah, I can hardly
believe my luck.

Are you packed?

I just got mugged.

Shit! Are you okay?

Yeah, all they took
was the manuscript that
Sidney Kroll gave me.

What? Why?

I don't know.
You tell me.

Are you hurt?

No, I'm fine. I think
they must have followed me
from Rhinehart's.

Why would they do that?

Well, maybe they thought
I had Lang's book.

I knew this whole thing
was a bad idea.

You're still okay to
fly tonight, right?

For God's sake, Rick,
I'm in shock.

Well, here's another
shock for you.

For one month's work
on a manuscript
that's already written,

Rhinehart Inc. is willing
to pay you $250,000,
plus expenses.

Window seat or aisle?

FEMALE NEWSREADER:
...Islam has issued
a statement

claiming responsibility.

We hope to bring you
more on that later
in the bulletin.

Meanwhile, former British
Prime Minister Adam Lang
is back in the news tonight.

According to leaked documents,
Mr. Lang authorized

the illegal use of
British special forces

to seize four suspected
al-Qaeda terrorists
in Pakistan

and then hand them over
for interrogation by the CIA.

The men, Nasir Ashraf,
Marwat Sayed, Salim Khan
and Faruk Ahmed,

all British citizens,

were seized
in the Pakistani city of
Peshawar five years ago.

All four were
allegedly transferred
out of the country

to a secret location
and tortured.

Mr. Ashraf is
reported to have died
under interrogation.

[PHONE RINGING]

Such an operation
would have been
illegal under...

- RICK: Yeah?
- Where are you?

Heathrow, like you.
Waiting for my
flight to New York.

Can you see the news?

The Lang story?
Yeah, I'm watching it now.

What have you
gotten me into?

I got you into a quarter
of a million bucks, pal,

that's what
I got you into.

They're calling my flight.
I gotta go.

Listen, I just realized

Sidney Kroll could have
given me that manuscript deliberately

so it would look like
I was carrying Lang's book.

Why the hell
would he do that?

I don't know.
To use me as
a tethered goat?

Get some sleep on the plane.
You're sounding weird.

[SCOFFS] "A tethered goat."
I'll call you next week.

FEMALE NEWSREADER:
...and long-term
psychological trauma.

In other words, torture.

Hello, sir.
Would you like
a newspaper to read?

Have you got the
Evening Standard?

We do, yes.

Thanks. Thank you.

STEWARDESS: Hello, madam.
Would you like a newspaper
to read?

WOMAN: Yes, please.
Thank you.

[SHIP HORN SOUNDING]

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

Passport?

RUTH: This is
an absolute scandal!

Amelia Bly. Welcome.

[DOOR SLAMMING]

I'm Adam's assistant.

Adam's in New York, unfortunately,

and won't be back
until later
this afternoon.

RUTH: Actually,
forget I said that,
it's bloody ridiculous!

[DOOR SLAMS AGAIN]

[CHUCKLES] Oh, dear.
I'm so sorry.

I'm afraid Ruth's
having one of those days.

If this isn't a good time,
I could go to...

No, no.
She's keen to meet you.

Right.
Shall we make a start?

Right.

How was your journey?

Long.

- We're a small team.
- GHOST: Thanks.

AMELIA: This is Alice.

Lucy's traveling with Adam.

We need another
pair of hands,

but Adam couldn't bring
himself to replace Mike.

They were together
so long.

How long were
you with him?

AMELIA: Eight years.
I'm an attachment
from Number 10.

Ah. Poor Number 10.

Before I show you
the manuscript,

I need you to sign
this confidentiality agreement.

Sign here.

And here.

And here.

GHOST: Wow, quite a place.

Don't you get
lonely at night?

It's my husband
I miss the most.

Are you married?
I noticed you don't
wear a wedding ring.

I can't, sadly.
It's far too large.

It bleeps
when I go through
airport security.

Oh.

Here we are.

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

The manuscript is
not to be removed
from this room.

It's not to be copied.

You have six hours
before Adam gets in
from New York.

Can you finish by then?

I'll try.

I'll ask Dep
to bring you up
a sandwich for lunch.

Thanks.

Have fun.

"Langs are Scottish folk,
originally, and proud of it.

"Our name is
a derivation of 'long,'

"the Old English
word for 'tall,'

"and it is from
north of the border
that my forefathers hail."

Fuck.

"My great-grandfather,
Ebenezer Lang,

"was born in 1862
in Pitlochry, Scotland.

"One of nine children,
seven of them boys."

"The American President
was much taller than
I had expected."

[LAUGHING]

"This year's
European summit was
particularly interesting."

"I always found the Queen,
in private, to have a
delightful sense of humor."

Thanks.

[READING INDISTINCTLY]

"I've always been
an optimist.

"The present
is where we live.

"Ruth and I look
forward to the future,
whatever it may hold."

As bad as that?

Oh, hello.

Well? How bad is it?

You haven't read it?

Not all of it.

Well, let's just say
it needs some work.

How much work?

Well, all the words
are there. They're
just in the wrong order.

Come on.
You look like
you need a break.

You were my idea.

I was?

You wrote Christy
Costello's memoirs,
didn't you?

You read those?

We stayed at his
house in Mustique,
last winter.

The book was
beside the bed.

- I'm embarrassed.
- No, why?

It was brilliant,
in a horrible
sort of way.

How you turned his
ramblings into something
vaguely coherent.

I said to Adam,

"Here's the guy
to write your book,
not Mike."

[SIGHS]
God, I miss home.

It's like being married
to Napoleon on St. Helena.

Why don't you go
back to London?

I don't feel I can
leave him alone.

There's something not
quite right with him
at the moment.

Amelia told me he was
very upset at the death
of Michael McAra.

Oh, she did, did she?

Quite when Mrs. Bly became
the expert on my husband's
emotions, I'm not sure.

Losing Mike
was a blow,
of course,

but it's not
just that.

It's having to
relive everything,

year by year,
for this bloody book.

Oh, dear.

You must be wondering
what you've let
yourself in for.

Fine, fine.
I'll tell him.

They're just
about to land.

On Thursday,
he's in Chicago.

Actually, I think
I'll go and meet him.

Amelia can stay here
and polish her nails
or something.

Why don't you come,
say hello?

Fine. I'll travel
in the backup car.

I can do my nails
in there.

[CHUCKLING]

Hi, darling.

- How was New York?
- Short and sweet.

Hi, Barry.
Hi, Amelia.

Hello. Who are you?

I'm your ghost.

Right.

Don't worry.
He isn't always
such a jerk.

This place really
comes alive at night.

You'll be with us
for four weeks,
is that right?

I'm afraid so.

And the bill
goes directly to the
Rhinehart Corporation?

Good.

That doesn't include
the mini-bar.

[SNORING]

All right.
He's ready for you.

How's your hotel? Quiet?

Monastic.

That's nice.
No distractions.

Thanks, love.

Hi, man.
You ready to start?

Absolutely.

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

GHOST: Is the manuscript
- loaded on this?
- It is.

Can I have it?

AMELIA: I'm sorry,
that would be
a security risk.

You mean I've got
to retype the whole
manuscript?

Have you really
got my entire book
on that little thing?

We can get 100 books
on it, Adam.

And it can be
copied in a flash.
That's the trouble.

Amazing.

You know the worst
thing about my life?
You get so out of touch.

Everything's done for you.
You don't drive,
you don't carry money.

If I need cash,
I have to borrow it
from the protection boys.

This is the kind
of details we need
in the memoirs.

I couldn't put that in.
People would think I was
a complete idiot.

No, not at all.
No, this shows what it's
like being Prime Minister.

That's exactly
what the readers
want to know.

How does it feel
to run a country?

How does it feel
to be so cut off?

How does it feel
to be so hated?

Thanks a lot.

[STAMMERS]
And so loved.

Amelia, what do you think?

I think I should
leave you two alone.

[DOOR CLOSES]

So, how do we
go about this?

I interview you.

I turn your answers
into prose.

Here and there,
I'll add linking passages,
imitating your voice.

Okay.

You heard about Mike?

Yes. I'm sorry.

We should put in
something nice about him.

I think his mother
would like that.

Of course.

Well, um, the first thing
that struck me was,

you became such
a successful politician

precisely because
you didn't appear
to be a politician.

It's certainly not
something I wanted to do
when I was younger.

I thought most
student politicians
were complete nerds.

Well, I'm with you there.
So, what turned you on
to politics?

[CHUCKLES]

Turned me on, indeed.

Let's see, I was 23,
something like that,

a couple of years
out of Cambridge.

And I remember it was
a Sunday afternoon,
it was raining.

I was still in bed.
And someone starts
knocking at the door.

And, you know,
I'd been out
the night before

and had a few drinks
and what have you.

So, I get the pillow
and I put it over my head,
and it starts up again.

Knock, knock,
knock, knock!

And I get up, I'm swearing,
I go to the door and there's
this girl.

She's soaking wet,

but she just launches
into this speech about
the local elections.

And that's it.

I'm in love.

And this is Ruth?

This is Ruth.

And the only way
I can see her again

is to join the party
and hand out leaflets.

This is great.

You want to use this?

Use it?
I think we should open
the whole book like this.

"I went into politics
out of love,

"not love for a party
or an ideology,

"but out of love
for a woman."

Could you transcribe
this as quickly
as possible, please?

Of course.

- Thanks.
- How's it going?

Pretty well.
He keeps calling me "man."

He always does that
when he can't remember
someone's name.

There are sandwiches
in the kitchen.

[INAUDIBLE]

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

[METALLIC CLANGING]

[ALARM WAILING]

[GRUNTING]

Oh, shit.

It's awful.

I'm sorry, sir.
I didn't realize
there was anyone up there.

What on earth
is going on?

It's just
a security drill, sir.
We have it once a week.

So, there you are.
I'd rather lost
track of you.

I'm a big boy now.
Can't keep your eye
on me all the time.

Don't wander around
on your own.

The security boys
don't like it.

Gotcha.

Did you win?

Didn't play tennis. Gym.

Gym? What's he
in training for?
The Olympics?

Here's your transcript.

[COMPUTER CHIMES]

Cambridge.
Let's talk about that.

Sorry? Um...

Cambridge?

It was
such a long time ago,
I can hardly remember.

You did a lot of acting?

Some.

It must have been
good training for
politics, acting?

It was a good way
to meet girls.

Let's not put that in,
by the way, okay?

Still, acting must have been
very important to you.

Okay, let's say
I enjoyed it.

You know, you go on
the stage, pretend
to be somebody else,

and people actually
applaud you for it.

Good, that's more like it.
Let's put that in.

- No.
- Why not?

Because these are
the memoirs of
a Prime Minister.

And whenever my opponents
were stuck with something
to hit me with,

they always said
I was a bloody actor!

Do you know
what the Times of London
said the day I resigned?

"Kindly leave the stage."

So, no, we won't dwell,
if you don't mind,

on my student days
as an actor.

We leave it exactly
the way Mike wrote it.

Would you like to take
a break for a minute?

Actually, that would be
a good idea, thank you.

I need to make a call.

[DOOR OPENS]

AMELIA: What a bastard.

Look at this.

"Former British
Foreign Secretary
Richard Rycart

"has asked the International
Criminal Court in The Hague
to investigate allegations

"that the former
British Prime Minister
Adam Lang

"ordered
the illegal handover
of terrorist suspects

"for torture by the CIA."

[PHONE RINGING]

Don't!

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

The pack is
on the move.

Unplug all the phones.

Is Ruth still out walking?
Shit! She is, isn't she?

- Barry! Barry!
- Yeah.

Would you please find
Mrs. Lang and get her back
here as soon as you can?

- Right.
- Let's go.

Rycart has made
- a statement.
- Yes, I know.

- He just called me.
- It's unbelievable.

He wanted very much
to let me know it was
nothing personal.

He wanted very,
very much to tell me
that it was only

because of his
well-known stand
on human rights

that he couldn't
keep quiet any longer.

"His well-known stand
on human rights."
Dear God!

Sorry to lose
my temper earlier.

Forget it.

And have you told her?

ADAM: Yes.
- Just called her.
- And how did she take it?

Sorry, Adam.
This is running on AP.

"According to sources
in The Hague,

"the prosecutor's office
of the International
Criminal Court

"will issue a statement
in the morning."

AMELIA: Oh, Adam.

Thank you, Alice.

Why weren't we given
some warning of this?
Where's Downing Street?

The phones
are disconnected.

Switch is probably trying
to get through now.

Now?
What freaking use is now?
What are you people doing?

I mean, you're not
telling me that

the Cabinet Office
didn't know
this was coming?

The war crimes court
doesn't warn a suspect
who's under investigation.

That's what Adam
is now, a suspect?

You need to
call Sid Kroll.

I think we should
call London first.

Adam! If it suits them,
they will hang you out
to dry.

You need a lawyer.
Call Sid.[SIGHS]

Get Sid on the line.

What about the media?

Issue a holding statement,
something short.

This is when
we need Mike.

I'll write something.

Let him do it.
He's supposed
to be the writer.

- Hang on a minute.
- ADAM: I should
sound confident.

Not defensive,
that'd be fatal.

But I shouldn't be cocky.

No bitterness, no anger,
and don't say

I'm pleased at this
opportunity to clear my name
or any balls like that.

So, you're not defensive,
but you're not cocky.

You're not angry,
but you're not pleased?

ADAM: That's it.

Then what exactly are you?

[LAUGHING]

Told you he was funny.

I've always been
a passionate supporter...

No, scrub that.

I've always been
a strong, no,
committed supporter

of the work
of the International
Criminal Court. Has he?

You're the writer.

The struggle against
terror is too important

to be used for
the purposes of
personal revenge.

Very good.
You could be
the new Mike McAra.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

- Hello?
- JOHN: John Maddox.

This is gonna be big.
This can only be good
for us.

Could be.

Here's the first
chapter right here.

Okay.

What've you
covered so far?

Um...

The early years,
childhood, university.

All right, forget that crap.
Get him focused
on the war crimes.

And he can't talk to
anybody else, all right?

Right. It's gotta be
our exclusive.

Any chance of you
finishing the
manuscript sooner?

Sooner?

Yeah, yeah, sooner.

Well, how much sooner?

I'm thinking two weeks.

Jesus.

Look, I know it's tough,
but if anyone can do it,
you can.

I'm relying on you.
We'll talk.

[DISCONNECTS]

Shit.

I'd never have guessed
you smoked.

I only allow myself one
at times of great stress
or contentment.

And which is this?

Very funny.

Maddox just called.
He wants the book in
two weeks instead of four.

Christ. Good luck.

Yeah, I wouldn't mind
a lift back to my hotel.

I could get on
with some work there.

You're not planning on
taking that manuscript

- out of here, are you?
- Course not.

Because you do realize
how serious this is
getting, don't you?

You can search me,
if you like.

That won't be necessary.

All right. Fetch your stuff.
I'll get one of the boys
to take you.

Mr. Lang insisted
he had always been
a committed supporter

of the work of
the International
Criminal Court.

Mr. Lang added, quote,

"The struggle
against terror
is too important

"to be used
for the purposes
of personal revenge."

Same again, sir? This is being widely
interpreted as...

Yes, thanks. ...an attack on
the former British

Foreign Secretary
Richard Rycart,
who has asked...

Could we change
the channel?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

At issue is the practice
of so-called waterboarding,

an interrogation technique
considered a war...

[MALE ANNOUNCER CHATTERING]

Something to eat?

What've you got?

Club sandwich.
Clam chowder.

Chowder will be fine.

MAN: You're English?

GHOST: And so are you.

Indeed I am.

You here on a holiday?

No, I'm working.

So, what's your line?

Just this and that.
Excuse me.

I hear Adam Lang's
on the island.

Is he?

So I hear.

You don't happen to know
his whereabouts, do you?

No.

No, I'm afraid not.
If you don't mind.

MALE ANNOUNCER:
Raymond to Naslund
and to Mattias Ohlund.

A slap pass
to Lukas Krajicek.
He's in trouble against

Barret Jackman
and the referee...

Asshole.

...and Ohlund
can't hold it in again,

and this power play
is just about over.

Keith Tkachuk almost
set to come back on.

Hello?

[DINGS BELL]

- Can I help you?
- Hi.

[STAMMERING]
Yeah, can you tell me,

has anyone gone up
to my room?

No, sir.

Did anyone ask for me?

No.

What about that
other guest?
The, um...

There's an Englishman.

You're the only guest
in the hotel, sir.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Hello? AMELIA:
You need to check out

of the hotel immediately.

Things have changed.
A car is on its way.

What?

See you then.

Hello?

[CAR HORN HONKING]

[DIAL TONE SOUNDS]

[TRUCK BEEPING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

- MAN: Okay.
- Just check on that. Okay?

It's getting big, huh?

So I see.

Who're you with?

I'm on my own.

Oh, sod it.
Here we go again.

[PEOPLE CLAMORING]

[PHONE RINGING]

RICK: You've reached the
office of Rick Ricardelli.
Leave a message.

Hi, Rick. Now they want
the book in two weeks.

Thanks for getting me
this job.

Can't talk.
Some peace protestors
are trying to kill me.

You're working
for a murderer!

WOMAN: Liar! Liar! Liar!

[EXHALES]

Are you ill?

No, I'm aging.

This place is
Shangri-La in reverse.

AMELIA: I tried to call you
several times last night.

You didn't answer.

I forgot to charge
my mobile phone.

Really?
And the hotel phone?

I'm a heavy sleeper.

Well, you can do your
heavy sleeping here
from now on.

- Here?
- We're under siege.

You can't run
the media gauntlet
every day.

Eventually,
they'll discover
who you are.

And that would be
horrid for you.

So, this is where
you put the granny.

No.

This is where
we put Mike McAra.

We haven't had a chance
to clear it yet.

The sheets have been
changed, though.

Actually, I make it
a rule never to stay
in a client's house.

But now you can have
constant access
to the manuscript.

Isn't that
what you want?

Besides, Sid Kroll
will be arriving
any minute.

Why don't you settle in,
and then come up
and join us?

You're practically
one of us now.

I am?

You drafted the
statement yesterday.

That makes you
an accomplice.

[DOOR CLOSES]

So, here's the score.
You're not being charged,
you're not being arrested.

None of this
is gonna amount
to a hill of beans.

The only thing
the prosecutor
is asking for

is permission to launch
a formal investigation.

Investigating me
for what?

Connie?

Either crimes
against humanity
or war crimes.

Well, that's absurd.
It's not exactly genocide.

"Under Article 25,
a person shall be
guilty of a war crime

"if that person
facilitates the commission
of such a crime

"or aids, abets
or otherwise assists
in its commission."

That's rather sweeping.

Well, if it's any comfort,

you're in no jeopardy
as long as you stay here,
among friends.

Are you saying
I can't leave
the United States?

As your attorney,
I strongly advise you
not to travel to any country

that recognizes
the jurisdiction

of the International
Criminal Court.

Well, just about every
country in the world
recognizes the ICC.

America doesn't.

- Who else?
- SIDNEY: Josh?

Iraq, China, North Korea,
Indonesia, Israel.

And that's it?

JOSH: There are
some parts of Africa.

Wait!

I wish to make
a short statement.

I won't be
taking questions.

This morning,
I was granted power
to investigate

the former
British Prime Minister,
Mr. Adam Peter Bennett Lang,

under Articles 7 and 8

of the 1998 Rome Statute
of the International
Criminal Court.

I shall shortly be
contacting Mr. Lang
and the British government

to ask for their
full cooperation.
Thank you.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Oh, God.

Okay, we need to get you
to Washington, Adam,
right away.

My plane is
at the airport.

We can get you in
to see the Speaker of
the House at lunchtime

and have a photo-op with
the Secretary of State
in the afternoon.

Won't it look
as if I'm panicking?

No, they'll both say
that the meetings
were fixed weeks ago.

Well, what the hell
are we supposed to be
discussing?

SIDNEY: AIDS? Poverty?
Climate change?

Who cares? The important
thing is to show the world
it's business as usual.

What do you think, Ruth?

I think it's
a terrible idea.

You'll look as though
you're America's
whipping boy,

running crying
home to daddy.

So, what would you do?

RUTH: Fly to London.

The government
will support you.

"The British government
will cooperate fully
with the investigation."

Really? And what
makes you think that?

I'm not thinking it,
Ruth, I'm reading it.

...believe we can now go
live to the UN in New York,

where the former
British Foreign Secretary,
Richard Rycart,

is about to make
a statement.

I watched the announcement
in The Hague today with
great shock and sadness.

Adam Lang was and is
an old friend of mine.

You cheeky bugger!

I regret that he's chosen
to bring this down
to a personal level.

This isn't personal.
This is about justice.

This is about making sure
every political leader knows

when they make a decision,

they will be held to account
by international law.

Thank you.

MALE REPORTER: If you're
called to testify, sir,
will you go?

RICHARD:
Certainly, I'll go.

Of course you will,
you little shit!

That settles it.
Washington it is.

RUTH: I still say
it'll look bad.

Not as bad as being led away
from Heathrow in handcuffs.

It would show
you had some guts.

Well, then why the hell
don't you just fly back
without me?

If the British government
wants to hand me over
to this kangaroo court,

then sod them!

I'll go where
people want me.

Amelia, tell the boys
we're leaving.

Have one of the girls
pack me a bag.

You'd better pack
one for yourself.

Why don't you
share a suitcase?

It's so much
more convenient.

I'll see you tomorrow.
I'm sorry to abandon you.

At least this might
help sales.

Perhaps
Rhinehart's PR department
organized the whole thing.

[LAUGHS]

Well, tell them to
stop it, will you?

Okay, people, remember,
happy, happy faces.

MALE REPORTER:
So, just to summarize
what we know so far,

it's now official,

the special prosecutor
of the International
War Crimes Court

is to launch
an investigation...

...the special prosecutor announced

she was going to
investigate Mr. Lang,

well, there was a big cheer,
I can tell you.

So, let's talk to
some of these protestors.

You, sir, you're English,
I believe.

I am.

So, what brings you
so far from home?

My son. He was killed
in one of Mr. Lang's
illegal wars.

Lang's never
visited the injured.
He's never apologized.

I was in the British Army
for 30 years. It's a disgrace!

Thank you.
Can I ask you
the same question?

[PROTESTERS CLAMORING]

You're a murderer, Lang!
You're a war criminal!

CROWD: [CHANTING]
Liar, liar, liar!

WOMAN: [OVER BULLHORN]
Lang, Lang, Lang!

CROWD:
Killer, killer, killer!

WOMAN: Lang, Lang, Lang!

CROWD: Liar, liar, liar!

WOMAN: Lang, Lang, Lang!

CROWD:
Killer, killer, killer!

MALE REPORTER 1:
Over here, Mr. Lang!

I apologize for
keeping you waiting
so long in the cold.

MALE REPORTER 2:
What's your reaction
to Mr. Rycart's statement?

I'd like to say
a few words in response
to the news from The Hague.

These are strange times
when those who stand
for freedom and justice

are accused of
being criminals,

while those who incite hatred
and seek to destroy democracy

are treated as victims.

WOMAN: War criminal!

Let me make one thing
perfectly clear.

While I have breath
in my body,

I shall fight terrorism...

MAN: Liar!

...whether it's
on the battlefield

or, if necessary,
in the courts.

Thank you very much.

FEMALE REPORTER:
Have you spoken to
the President, Mr. Lang?

[SWITCHES TV OFF]

[RUTH SOBS]

[SOBBING CONTINUES]

Oh, for God's sake.

God.

Shit!

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

One minute!

Yes?

Sir? You want lunch?

That would be great.
Give me five minutes, thanks.

P. Emmett?

[DIALING]

[PHONE RINGING]

RICHARD:
Richard Rycart.

Who is this?

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

[SIGHING]

- Dep?
- Sir?

Is there a map
of the island
that I could borrow?

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Look. It's rain soon.

I don't know.
I think it will be
all right.

Why don't you
take the car?

It's for guests.
Here's the key.

For our guests,
it's very nice car.

Oh. Yes.

Mr. McAra loved this
car very, very much.

Do you know...
I'm gonna take the...

I'm gonna take
the bicycle. Thanks.

This is...
Just a moment,
just a moment.

It's rain. I give...
I give you my hat
and my gloves.

That's very kind,
- thank you.
- Good luck for you.

Thank you.
- Thank you, yeah, bye.
- Bye-bye.

Just one moment.

[CAR HORN HONKING]

[THUNDERING]

God, you frightened me.

You're British.

I am, yeah.

It's okay,
you can shelter.
Sheltering's free.

[DOG BARKING]

No, no, no, no!
Rosie, Rosie!

In you go. In, in.

Here.

So, you're British, huh?

Yeah.

You anything to do
with this fellow, Lang?

In a way, yes.

Seems intelligent.

Now why did he go
and get himself mixed up

with that damn fool
in the White House?

Well, that's what
everyone wants to know.

What brings you to this
part of the island?

I'm sightseeing.

Well, you sure picked
a heck of a day for it.

Someone I knew
was found washed up
on the beach there.

You mean the British guy
from the ferry?

That's right.

Now that was
a funny business.

What do you mean?

No way should that
current have carried
him that far west.

- No?
- No way!

Are you sure?

I've lived here 54 years.

Did you mention that
to the police?

The police? At my age,
I've better things to do,
young man.

Annabeth's the one
dealing with the police.

Your wife?

Annabeth Wurmbrand,
Mars Wurmbrand's widow.

She's the one
who told them
about the lights.

Lights?

The flashlights
on the beach.

When?

The night the body
was washed up.

Could, could you, um...

Could you point me
in the direction of
Mrs. Wurmbrand's house?

Oh, sure.
You just...

Here. Follow it down
the beach there.

It's the house
nearest the ocean.

But she won't
talk to you.

Why not?

She's in a coma.

Fell down stairs
a week ago.

Been in a coma ever since.

RUTH: Come down!

Come down!

Dep told me
you were here!

What?

I said Dep told me
you were here.

We came to get you
before the storm came.
What are you doing?

- Just taking the air.
- No, really.

I wanted to see
where Mike McAra
was found.

Why?

Adam's asked me
to write something
about him in the book.

Where's your bike?

Up there.

Barry, will you come
around with the car?

We'll meet you
out by the road.

I can't do that,
I'm afraid, Mrs. Lang.

Have to stay with you
at all times.

For God's sake!

If we meet any terrorists,
I'll text you.

All right, well,
stay on the path.
Don't speak to anyone.

We won't talk to a soul,
Officer, I promise.

Poor Mike.

I can't bear the idea of him
ending up so far from home.

I wonder if we'll ever know
whether it was accident
or suicide.

Can't help you.
I never met him.

I suppose it doesn't
really matter.

He was drunk.
He drowned.
End of story.

What was he doing
on the ferry?

No idea.

Funeral's on Monday,
in London.

I'm thinking of going.

One of us should
put in an appearance,

and it doesn't seem likely
to be my husband.

I thought you didn't
want to leave him.

Rather seems as
though he's left me,
wouldn't you say?

[EXHALES]

[DOOR OPENING]

- Hello?
- Sorry. I did knock.
It's just me.

I brought you
some dry clothes.

That's all right.
I can manage.

Dinner's in
an hour, okay?

Fine, thanks.
For God's sake.

[DISTANT THUNDERING]

GHOST: "It was at the time
of the London elections

"that I first
got to know Ruth.

"She had gained
a First at Oxford

"and then done a year's
postgraduate research
as a Fulbright scholar."

Ruth.

Mmm.

Perfect fit.
Now all you need
is a drink.

What are we having?

Biodynamic white wine
from the Rhinehart Vinery
in the Napa Valley.

Rhinehart. He doesn't
own a distillery,
I suppose?

[CHUCKLES]

Mmm. Evening news.

FEMALE NEWSREADER:
...for war crimes.

Our political editor
has more.

Christ, we're
the lead story.

Pour us some more wine,
will you?

I may have to get
drunk for a change.

MALE NEWSREADER:
In Washington,

Mr. Lang received
firm promises of support,

both from
congressional leaders
and the Secretary of State,

before going on to
a private dinner tonight
with the Vice President.

Adam Lang has
stood by America's side
in the war against terror,

and I'm proud to
stand by his side
this afternoon.

Adam, good to see you.

ADAM: Thank you.

Thank you very much, indeed.
It's good to see you.

Don't grin.

MALE NEWSREADER:
In Iraq,
a suicide bomber...

For God's sake!

[SWITCHES TV OFF]

[RUTH SIGHS]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Adam.

Calling to find out
how I think it went.

Let him sweat.

Does he always ask
for your advice?

Yes,

and always
usually takes it.

Until lately.

Are you married?

Certainly not.

Gay?

No.

Did you have a... I had a... Um...

What? Girlfriend?

Well, a bit
more than that.

Partner?

A bit less than that.

I don't know,
40,000 years of
human language

and there's no word to
describe our relationship.

It was doomed.

[CHUCKLES]

Come on. Let's eat.

How's it going?

The book?

Well, it's not,
to be honest.

Sit there.

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

I find it difficult to
understand certain things.

What things?

Well...

I can't understand
why this good-looking lad

who goes to Cambridge
without the slightest
interest in politics

and who spends
his time acting
and chasing girls,

suddenly ends up... Married to me?

Oh, no, not that.
No, not that, at all.

No, what I don't get

is why, at 22,
he's suddenly
a political activist.

I mean, where does
- that come from?
- Didn't you ask him?

He said he
joined the party
because of you.

Told me a great story
about you turning up
at his place in the rain.

I was gonna start
the whole book with it.

And now you're not?

No, I can't.
It's not true.

- Isn't it?
- Well, you know it's not.

He'd been a member
for two years before
he met you.

How do you know that?

I've got a copy
of his original
party membership card.

Mike McAra found it
in the archives.

Typical Mike,
to ruin a good story
with too much research.

Did he find
anything else?

Not much.
Cambridge stuff mainly.

You were more political
than he was.

I was certainly
a change from his
Cambridge girlfriends.

All those Jocastas
and Pandoras.

And so his marriage to you
must have been pretty vital,

your knowledge
and your contacts
in the party.

And I thought
he married me
for my body.

Did you ever want to be
a proper politician
in your own right?

Of course.
Didn't you want to
be a proper writer?

Ouch.

I'm sorry.
I've hurt your feelings.

I suppose even ghosts
must have feelings.

We are sensitive spirits.

Talking of spirits,
could you...

Let me get you
a proper drink.

White wine,
never really seen
the point of it.

That's the sort of thing
Mike used to say.

Ah! At last,
something in common.

Do you know the coroner
reckoned he'd drunk
nearly half a bottle?

That's convenient.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

You think his death
was suspicious?

Don't you?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

Today at the beach,

I met a man, an old timer
who was familiar with
the currents.

And he said that
there was no way

that a body from the
ferry could have washed
ashore on that spot.

You're kidding.

He also said that
there was a woman

who saw flashlights
on the beach that night.

And then
she fell down the stairs,
and now she's in a coma.

That's all I know.

That's all you know?
Jesus.

Can I borrow
your phone?

Why?

I need to call Adam.

- What?
- Nothing.

Aren't you
gonna call him?

Later. I'm going out
for a walk.

But it's pitch black.
It's pouring with rain.

- It'll clear my head.
- Well, I'll come with you.

No. Thanks, but I need
to work this one through
on my own.

Stay here.
Have another drink.
Don't wait up.

[DOOR OPENING]

Are you awake?

Well, I am now.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.
Hang on.

What time is it?

I don't know.

I called Adam.

And?

Can I come in?

The day before Mike died,

he and Adam had
a terrible row.

I've never told
anyone this before,
not even the police.

- What about?
- I don't know.

But it was furious.
They never spoke again.

[DISTANT THUNDERING]

When I asked Adam about it,
he refused to discuss it.

After what you just said,
I felt I should
ask him again.

And what did he say?

He was having dinner
with the Vice President.

That bloody Bly woman
wouldn't even give him
the phone.

[SOBBING]
Oh, God. Oh, dear God.

What's he got himself
mixed up in?

It's all right.
Everything'll be
all right.

I'm scared.

I've never been scared
in my life before,
but I am now.

[CRYING]

Your hair's all wet,
you're drenched.
Let me get you a towel.

[SOFTLY] Bad idea.

Do you mind?

Course not.

The modesty of
the morning after?

I'm sorry.
I thought you were asleep.

You mean you thought
I'd be gone?

You've taken out
the family tree.

He's very proud
of the Langs.

You know, if you
want a family tree,
go to a garden center.

Why have you
underlined my name
every time?

I was surprised
there wasn't more
about you.

Why? I'm just the wife.

Yeah, even so.
You ought not to be
written out of history.

Why not?
Most women are.

Then I'll reinstate you.

I'll put in
all the occasions
that he's forgotten.

How kind.

Like the boss's secretary
that remembers his
wife's birthday for him?

Something like that.
But then, like you say,
I'm not a proper writer.

What are you
planning to do?

Leave.

It's not necessary,
as far as I'm concerned.

I'm afraid it is,
as far as I am.

Where will you go?

Back to the hotel.

Look, I'm sorry.
I should never have stayed
in a client's house.

It always
ends up with...

With you screwing
the client's wife?

No, not always.

But it does make it hard
to maintain a professional distance.

And the thing
we discussed
last night?

What do you propose
to do about that?

That's none
of my business.

Well, you can't
just ignore it.

Look, I'm his ghostwriter.

I'm not
an investigative reporter.

What are you
gonna do about it?

Perhaps I'll write
my own memoirs.

Ex-Prime Minister's Wife
Tells All.

Well, if you ever
decide to do that,
give me a call.

You think I need
someone like you
to produce my book?

I don't want to be
in his bloody memoirs.

He's on his own.
I'll get a divorce.

And she can do
the prison visits.

Morning, sir.
Finished for the
night, have we?

Why don't you just
piss off?

[AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE]
BMW ConnectedDrive.

Traffic is clear
to your destination.

Join the road
when possible.

In 200 yards, turn left.

Sorry, lady,
but the hotel is right.

Turn around
when possible.

This is getting ridiculous.

Turn around
when possible.

All right, you win.

In 50 yards, turn left.

Turn left.

You've got to be joking.

Single or return?

Return. I hope.

Forty bucks, please.

- Have a good one.
- Ta.

Okay, come on.
Come on, keep coming.

A little more. Stop.

In 50 yards, turn left.

Please proceed to
the indicated road.

In 200 yards,
take the next exit.

In half a mile,
make a sharp right turn.

Turn left.

In 200 yards, you will have
reached your destination.

You have reached
your destination.

Paul Emmett?

Professor Paul Emmett?

"Professor Paul Emmett
of Harvard University

"has written
of the unique importance of
the English-speaking peoples

"in the spread of democracy
around the world.

"As these nations
stand together,

"whenever they have
faltered, tyranny has
gathered strength."

[RINGING]

NANCY: Hello?

Is that Mrs. Emmett? Who is this?

I wondered if
I might have a word
with Professor Emmett.

Do you have
an appointment?

It's about Adam Lang.
I'm assisting him
with his memoirs.

Just a moment, please.

PAUL: This is Paul Emmett.
I think you must have made
a mistake.

But you were
at Cambridge
with Mr. Lang?

We were contemporaries,
yes, but I can't claim
to know him.

I have a photograph
of you together.

Come on up
to the house.

I make it a rule
never to see anyone
without an appointment.

But your mention of
a photograph rather
tickled my curiosity.

Please, come in.

Thank you.

Yes, he's here now.

May I?

Sure.

NANCY: Yes.
Yes, he's on his own.

He didn't say.

British, about 40.

Well, well.
I literally have no
recollection of this.

- But that is you?
- Yes, it is.

I was on the board
of the Dramat.

I had quite a time of it,
as you can imagine.

The Dramat?

I'm sorry. The Yale
Dramatic Association.

I maintained my
theatrical interests

when I went to Cambridge
for my doctoral research.

- Could I keep this?
- No, I'm afraid not.

I'm sure I could
get you a copy.

Would you?
That would be kind.

Maybe you could tell me
how you came by it.

I'd be happy to.

Come into my study.

Yes, the wall of ego.

We all have one.
It's our equivalent of
the dentist's fish tank.

[CHUCKLING]

Have a seat.

So, the picture.

Um...

I've been working
with Adam Lang
on his memoirs.

Yes, I know,
you told me.

Yes, poor Lang.

It's bad business,
this posturing
by The Hague.

As for Rycart, the worst
British Foreign Secretary
since the war.

Lang was right
to fire him.

How well
do you know Lang?

Hardly at all.

You seem surprised.

He mentions you
in his memoirs.

Oh, really?

Well, now it's my
turn to be surprised.
What does he say?

[CLEARING THROAT]

[READING INDISTINCTLY]

That's very decent of him.

As Prime Minister,
he always had
good instincts.

But that doesn't
- mean I know him.
- But the...

That. That was taken
at a reception in London

to mark the
10-year anniversary
of the Arcadia.

- Arcadia?
- Yeah, it's a little
organization that I ran.

Very highbrow.
No reason why you
should have heard of it.

The Prime Minister graced us
with his presence.

What can you remember
of him from Cambridge?

I'm sorry,
you don't mind,
do you?

No, not at all.
Go ahead.

It's just that
I'm rather bewildered.

No one's mentioned
the Cambridge connection
between us in all these years.

But you performed
together?

In one production.

It was the summer revue.
I can't even remember
what it was called.

Can I show you
something else?

If you must.

[CLEARING THROAT]

Oh, my.

[CHUCKLING]

Is that what
I think it is?

Let's hope
he didn't inhale.

But that is you
standing behind him,
isn't it?

I do believe it is.

And I do believe I'm
on the point of issuing
a stern warning to him

on the perils
of drug abuse.

Is Mr. Lang really
going to use these
pictures in his memoirs?

If so, I would prefer
it if I weren't named.

My children
would be mortified.

They're so much
more puritanical
than we were.

Can you tell me about
any of the others?

No, I'm afraid not.

The whole summer is a blur,
a very happy blur.

Now, you were
going to tell me
about these pictures.

I got them from
Michael McAra.

And he is whom, exactly?

My predecessor
on Lang's memoirs.

He resigned?

No, he died.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Yes, a couple of weeks ago.
He drove up here to see you.

And he died
a few hours afterwards.

He drove up to see me?
No, I'm afraid
you're mistaken.

How did he die?

He drowned.

Poor fellow.

I've never really believed the
myth that death by drowning
is painless, have you?

Seems to me
it must be agonizing.

And the police never
said anything to you
about this?

I've had no contact
with the police.

But were you here
that weekend?

This would have been
January, the 11th and 12th.

[CHUCKLES]

A less equable man than I
might start to find your
questions impertinent.

Nancy?

Nancy?

Our visitor wishes
to know where we were

on the 11th and
12th of January.

Do we possess
that information?

That was
the Colorado weekend.

Yes, of course,
the Aspen Institute.

Bipolar relationships
in a multi-polar world.

Sounds fun.

Yes, it was.
I was the main speaker.

Look, just to return
to Cambridge...

No, if you don't mind,
let's not return
to Cambridge.

I've said all I have
to say on that subject.

I'm an avid reader
of political memoirs.

I'll get hold
of Mr. Lang's
when they appear.

Perhaps he'll
send you a copy,
for old time's sake.

I doubt that very much.

The gate will
open automatically.

Be sure to make a right
when you get to the end
of the drive.

If you turn left,
the road will take you
deeper into the woods

and you may
never be seen again.

[AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE]
BMW ConnectedDrive.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

When is the last ferry?

You're just in time.

Here, I've got a return.

All right.

[SHIP HORN SOUNDING]

- FERRY MAN: Ticket?
- Uh...

- Okay.
- Okay.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Shit.

Hey, Jesus, buddy!

Goddamn fucking moron!

Come back here, you creep!

MAN: Hey, you! Stop!

Don't do that!
Where you going?

WOMAN: Man, get out of here!
Get out of here, asshole!

Shit!

[DIALING]

[PHONE RINGING]

RICK: You've reached the
office of Rick Ricardelli.
Leave a message.

Piss off.

What can I do
for you, sir?

You wouldn't happen
to know if there are
any flights leaving

the airport tonight,
would you?

Not unless you've got
your own private jet.

I lent it to my butler.

[LAUGHING] You Brits!

There's a flight
to Boston

- 8:30 tomorrow morning.
- Shit!

- How much for a room?
- For you, $89.

- I'll pay cash.
- Who's got your card?
The nanny?

[CHUCKLING]

[DIALING]

[PHONE RINGING]

RICHARD:
You rang back.

Are you going to stay
on the line this time?

Yes.

I've been trying
to call you.

I know, I'm sorry...

It didn't seem right,
speaking to you.

Who are you?

I'm the new ghostwriter...

No names,
don't use any names.

How did you get
this number?

It was in my
predecessor's effects.

The...

The thing is,
I'm in trouble.

Is it because
of your client?

Yeah.

There's something wrong,
but I didn't know who to
talk to.

Where are you?
Without being too specific.
On the island?

I'm in the...
No, I'm on the mainland,
on the...

This motel by the ferry.

Room number?

201.

Have you got
the book with you?

Yeah.

Okay. Stay there.

Hatherton?

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

MAN: With $35 billion
of funds at its disposal,

the Hatherton Group
brings together
a family of companies

devoted to defense
and security.

And with unrivaled expertise
in the Middle East,

including the services
of two former Presidents,

three Prime Ministers
and two directors of the CIA,

Hatherton is proud to
stand at the forefront

of the struggle
against terror.

Hatherton,
a shelter from harm.

[MUSIC STOPS]

[TYPING]

[READING]

"According to
CIA whistleblower
Frank Molinari,

"Yale graduate Paul Emmett

"was reported to
have joined the Agency
as an officer in 1971,

"and was assigned to the
Foreign Resources Division
of the Directorate of..."

1971?

It's 1974.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

- Hello?
- RUTH: You're alive.

Yeah, just about.

I've been worried sick.

The police called to say
they'd found the car
on the ferry. Again!

I'm so sorry. I parked it,
and then, and then I got
off the boat.

What the hell were you
doing on the mainland,
anyway?

I drove to New York.

Why?

I needed to see
John Maddox.

And where are you now?

I'm still at
the ferry terminal.
I missed the last crossing.

You really are
bloody hopeless!

I just had Adam on the phone,
trying to get hold of you.

He's flying back tonight.
He sounds in a right state.

You didn't tell him
about us, did you?

God's sake, Ruth!

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

I've got to go.
I'll call you back.

Who is it?

Mr. Rycart sent me.

Hold on.

Just gonna do
a quick check,
if you don't mind.

Get your stuff together.
We're leaving.

Hey! That's private!

- He's clean.
- RICHARD: Thanks, Frank.

Sorry about that.
Please, get in.

You thought
it was a trap?

It crossed my mind.

You do work for Lang.

Yeah, for three days.
I hardly know the guy.

Who does? I worked
for him for 15 years,

till he fired me,
and I still can't
fathom him.

Yeah, his wife said
more or less the same.

There you go.

If someone as sharp
as Ruth can't get him,
what hope do we have?

Tough day?

Yeah, you could
say that.

You have the book?

FRANK: Yeah.

He's got it.

Before we go any further,
I wonder if I might take
a look at that book.

No. Before we go any further,
there's a few things
I'd like to know first.

Such as,
why did Mike McAra
have your number?

Okay. Sure.

He was helping me.

McAra? How?

Mike found the documents
linking Lang to the
torture flights.

What? It was McAra
who gave you
the documents?

Yeah, Mike McAra.
The loyalest of the loyal.

But why?

He didn't like discovering
he was working
for a war criminal.

Would you?

Oh, I forgot. You are.

The book?

Well, don't tell me
you're gonna read it now.

Not all of it.
Just the beginning.

There's something
very important about it.

Yeah. It's the cure
for insomnia.

There you go, guys.
Can I get you
anything else?

No, thanks, love.

Mike said
he'd discovered
something new.

It's the last time
he called me.

He said it explained
everything that had
gone wrong

when we were
in government.

What was it?

He wouldn't say
over the phone.

He just kept saying
if anything happened
to him,

the truth was
in Lang's memoirs.

"It's all there
in the beginning."

The beginning?

Then he means Cambridge.

What the hell's this?

That is Lang,
and that is Paul Emmett.

Emmett? The Arcadia guy.
So what?

On the day that
Mike McAra died,

he drove up
to see Emmett,

and I think
he was murdered
on his way home.

- What?
- I went to see Emmett today,

and two guys followed me
from his house. That's why
I called you.

At the time that this
photograph was taken,

Paul Emmett was
an officer in the CIA.

Emmett?

Foreign Resources Division.

Oh, my God.

You realize how
important this is,
don't you?

This explains why Lang
went into politics.

Everyone knows he didn't
have a political thought
in his pretty little head.

This is why he
rose so quickly,

with a little help
from his friends.

Well, do you think
it's possible... Okay, a quiz for you.

Name one decision
Lang made in 10 years
as Prime Minister

which wasn't in the
interests of the USA.

Well, come on,
it's not a trick question.

Iraq, Middle East policy,
Star Wars defense,

buying American
nuclear missiles,

support of
terrorist rendition.

The sacking of any minister
Washington didn't like,

including yours truly.

McAra was right.

This explains everything.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

It's Amelia Bly.

Answer it.

Hello, Amelia. Good evening.
I have Adam for you.

[SOFTLY] Lang.

ADAM: We're coming
to get you.

What?

Ruth tells me
you're stuck at
the ferry terminal.

We've just taken off
from New York.

Pilot says we can stop by
and pick you up.

Really? There's no need.

We've got a book
to write, remember?

Hold on a sec, Adam.

[SOFTLY] He said
he wants to pick me up
in his private jet.

- Say yes.
- What if it's a trap?

If you refuse,
he'll get suspicious.
Tell him yes.

That'd be great, Adam.
Yeah, thanks.
I'll get to the airport.

See you there.

He sounds worried.

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

You have no choice.

Emmett must have told Lang
that I'd been to see him.

So, what's he gonna
do about it? Dump you
in the ocean?

Well, it happened before!

Which means
it can't happen again.

He can't drown
two ghostwriters,
for God's sake.

You're not kittens.

All this is just theory.
We don't have any proof.

You'll get us
- the proof.
- Me?

You're his ghostwriter.
Presumably, he lets you
tape him.

- I use discs, actually.
- Discs, tapes.

You've got to
confront him with this.
Record his reaction.

Even if he denies it,
it's something.

I'm in a tricky
position here.

I signed
a confidentiality agreement.

It's a bit late
for that.

It means the discs
are his property.

The court can
subpoena them.

And what if I don't
record any discs?

Then you'll be subpoenaed
and forced to repeat this
whole story.

Then I'll deny it.

Then I'll give them this.

Frank is recording
every word.

Aren't you, Frank?

Oh! Come on!

Don't look so shocked.
What did you expect?

That I'd come into a meeting
with a man working for Lang

without taking
any precautions?

Except you're
not working for
Lang anymore.

You're working
for the good guys.

You know all this is
pointless, don't you?

In the end, he'll just
retire over here with
his CIA pension,

and he'll tell you and
the bloody war crimes court
to go and fuck yourselves.

Good evening, sir.
Hatherton welcomes
you aboard.

Thank you.

It's my first time
in a private jet.

Well, let's hope
it's not your last.

Hi, man.

- Take your seat.
- Thanks.

Hey, bring my ghost
a Calvados.

Yes, sir.

Do you mind?

Leave it off for now.

Ruth said you
were in New York
to see Maddox.

- That's right.
- How was he?

He was fine.

Full of energy?

- You know John.
- Yes, I do know John.

As a matter of fact,
I was just with him.

You never saw him today,
did you?

No.

Do you have something
to tell me?

I went to see Emmett.

[LAUGHING]
That windbag! Why?

I know about you
and Emmett.

- Me and Emmett?
- I know that he was your...

My?...handler, if that's
what they're called.

My handler?

Yeah, that he was your
handler in the CIA.

[COUGHING]

[LAUGHING]

Oh, my God.

You're serious,
aren't you?

When McAra found this,
he went to Boston
to show it to Emmett,

and he died on the way home,
and I think he was murdered.

I think you've
had a few too many
of those already.

It was McAra
who believed that

Emmett told you to go
into politics in the
first place.

Emmett?
- I barely knew the man.
- And that story of yours

about why you
joined the party

and Ruth and the canvassing,
well, the dates don't fit.

I got the dates wrong.
Big deal!

Then when he found
this photograph,

and he heard the rumors
about Emmett being
in the CIA...

- Rumors?
- It's on the Internet.

I've never heard
such utter balls
in my entire life.

Mike would never have
believed such crap.

He was too clever.
Too loyal.

Mike betrayed you
to Rycart.

- How do you know that?
- He told me.

Rycart?

He's lying.

This phone number on the
back of the photograph,
it's Rycart's.

The handwriting,
that's McAra's.

Mike.

Mike, Mike.

And you knew he
was disillusioned.

You had a big row with him
just before he died.

Yes, I know,
but he never
mentioned this.

This is just...
This is grotesque.

I've never taken
orders from anyone.

Whatever I did,
I did because I believed
it was right.

What, even supporting
illegal kidnapping
for torture?

Oh, for God's sake,
spare me the
bleeding-heart bullshit!

Do you know what I'd do
if I was in power again?

I'd have two queues
at airports.

One for flights
where we'd done
no background checks,

infringed on no one's
civil bloody liberties,

used no intelligence
gained by torture.

And on the other flight,
we'd do everything
we possibly could

to make it
perfectly safe.

And then we'd see
which plane the Rycarts
of this world

would put their
bloody kids on!

[SHOUTING]
And you can put
that in the book!

[PROTESTERS CLAMORING]

MAN: Go home!

WOMAN: Go home!

MAN: Here comes
the killer!

WOMAN: Prosecute
for torture!

FEMALE REPORTER:
Over here, Mr. Lang!

Mr. Lang! Mr. Lang,
will you live in America?

[PROTESTERS CLAMORING]

Mr. Lang, will you take
American citizenship?

[PROTESTERS BOOING]

When we get back to
the house, we need
to have a meeting.

[GUNSHOT]

- RUTH: Oh, my God!
- Murderer!

BODYGUARD:
Firing from the roof!

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

RUTH: Let me go to him!
No! No!

Move, move, move!

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

FBI AGENT 1:
How long had you
known Mr. Lang?

Couple of days.

In what capacity?

I was his ghost.

His ghostwriter.

Do you recognize
this man?

He was one of the protestors.
His son was killed in Iraq.

Did you ever
speak with him?

He was in the bar
one night in the hotel
where I was staying.

FBI AGENT 2:
But did you
speak with him?

He asked me if I knew
where Adam Lang was
staying on the island.

I told him
that I didn't.

Did you report
this conversation?

Sorry?

Did you report
this conversation to
Mr. Lang's protection team?

No.

What was Mr. Lang's
demeanor this evening?

He was...
He was fine.
He seemed fine.

One witness said
she thought she heard
Mr. Lang shouting at you.

No.

We're gonna need
your passport.

Why?

A serious crime
was just committed
in US territory,

and you're
the key witness.

We need to
keep you close.

MALE REPORTER:
Like a fallen soldier,
Adam Lang went home today,

home to a shocked
and grieving nation.

Not just his family,
but friends and political
opponents joined in tribute.

A great colleague
and a true patriot.

We had our disagreements,
but we always stayed friends.

My heart goes out
to Ruth and the family.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

And I would like to
say Adam will be...

[SWITCHES TV OFF]

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

Who is it?

RICK: Congratulations!

On what now?

Still having me
as your agent. Hmm?

They don't
need you anymore.

You're free to go.

You ready to
get back to work?

I don't think
I can, Rick.

I'm sorry.
Not after all this.

Don't be a jerk.

This is a hot book now.
It's Adam Lang's voice
from the grave.

The guy, he's a hero.

I just want to go home.

You can.

Go. Go home. And finish
the book from London.

I don't know, Rick.

Here we are.

Oh, here we are.

[SOBBING]

I'm sorry.

I think I'm over it,
and then suddenly
I realize I'm not.

Are you sure
this is all right?

Of course.
My invitation
said plus one.

Only I wondered if
you might've wanted
to bring your husband.

That didn't work out.

I hadn't appreciated
quite how bored he was
with being my plus one.

- Shall we go in?
- Yeah.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Amelia Bly, plus one.

Thank you.

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

That was a bit of a turn-up,
for the books, you calling me.

I heard you weren't
invited, and I thought
you should be here.

Ghosts are never invited
to the launch party,
as a rule.

We're an embarrassment.
Like a mistress at a wedding.

Sorry.

I brought you a present.

Thank you.

[CHUCKLES]
That's very funny.

I thought, seeing as
you were so keen
to hold onto it,

you might like it
as a souvenir.

Between you and me,
it wasn't us,
it was the Americans.

They thought the book
was a potential threat
to national security.

But there's
nothing in it.

Something about
the beginnings.

I think that's
what I heard.

The beginning?

No, beginnings.
The beginnings.

Beginnings?

You all right?

Do you know that man?
The one who's
speaking to Ruth.

Paul Emmett?

What's he doing here?

Well, he was Ruth's tutor
at Harvard when she was
a Fulbright scholar.

Why shouldn't he be here?

Do you mind
if I have that
back a second?

I'm...

- WAITRESS: Madam?
- WOMAN: No, thank you.

"Langs are Scottish folk,
originally."

"Wife and child in tow,
I decided to...

"I decided to settle."

MAN: Ladies and gentlemen,
if I could have your
attention, please.

Thank you. I'd like
to ask Ruth Lang
to say a few words.

[GUESTS CLAPPING]

I miss Adam
all the time.

But never more
than tonight.

Not just 'cause we're
meeting to launch his
wonderful new book

and he should be here
to share the joy of
his life story with us,

but because
he was so brilliant
at making speeches

and I'm so terrible.

"Langs are Scottish folk."

"Wife and child,
Langs are Scottish."

"Wife, Langs. Lang's wife."

"Lang's

"wife Ruth

"was recruited

"as a CIA agent

"by Professor Paul Emmett
of Harvard University."

RUTH: Well, you'll be
relieved to hear I'm not
making a speech this evening.

I just want to thank
our wonderful publishers,

Marty Rhinehart
and John Maddox,

and our attorney
and friend,
Sidney Kroll.

And finally,
but especially,
Mike McAra.

Mike, our thoughts
are with you.

In these very difficult
few months,

I've drawn
great comfort
from this book,

from knowing that,
despite the terrible

double tragedy of
losing both of them,

Mike and Adam
did at least live long
enough to complete it.

And I really believe that,
as people read these pages,

Adam's voice will
keep on coming through
for generations to come,

eloquent, strong
and full of hope.

Thanks to his words,
he is with us still.

If I've left out
anyone's name,
I hope you'll forgive me.

But now I must
make a toast.

To the memory
of a great man

and a great patriot,

a wonderful husband
and a devoted father.

To Adam!

ALL: To Adam!

[ALL CLAPPING]

You were marvelous.

MAN: Would you...

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[CRASHING]

[CAR LEAVING]

This one looks nasty.

Yeah, it's just
happened just now.
Yeah, if you could.