Conspiracy thriller. Harry returns from Paris in a desperate attempt to figure out who he can trust and how he can save himself, but he is forced to confront his past head-on.
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I have a client. I want you to find someone for him.
How much do you know about Gina?
-A lot less than I'd like to.
-She's my daughter.
to kill me, Gina, the day after you walk into my life.
This woman's got a file on me.
There's an email on this Blackberry I swiped at the doctor's surgery.
"We'll raise a glass of Cockburn's on 10th July."
Did I tell you about the people who chased us? Special forces types.
I retire in a couple of years.
Before I pack it in, I'm going to clear up the Braddick case.
Michael's been arrested. He was caught with drugs.
What do we want to achieve?
The end of Brian Worsley.
Right, there's a bloke called Dean Stubbs. I want you to follow him wherever he goes.
-Don't come to Paris, Mr Venn.
-My train gets in at 8:05 at the Gare du Nord.
-You be there to meet me.
Hello, Harry. Hillman.
-Did you kill Stevie?
-It was a help desk job.
"That virus has been successfully cleansed."
-You let the girl go.
-She's the one they want dead.
Why didn't he kill us?
Tell me this, Gina,
-have you any idea who wants to kill you so badly?
-I don't know.
What do you mean, you don't know?
Whoever it is, you must have pissed them off real bad.
-I said I don't know!
-What about the help desk?
-I don't know.
-Why don't you try telling me something you do know?!
This is the man who murdered my mother.
-Hang on, what's he saying?
Styles, not Steels. Styles.
How does he know about Jason Styles?
Oi, how do you know Jason Styles?
Hey, how do you know about Jason Styles?! How do you know?
Translate. Ask him Gina!
Comment connaissez-vous Jason Styles? Vous m'entendez? Savez-vous?
Here, do you mean this man? Yeah you recognise him?
-Est-ce que vous connaissez cet homme?
That's great, he's dead.
Why would the man who killed your mother
know about Jason Styles?
-Talk to me, Gina!
-Where did you get that photograph?
Your hotel room.
You tell me what's going on.
Jason Styles set my brother up. I've been looking for him for 20 years! 20 years, Gina!
Now what do you know about Styles?
What do you know about Hillman?
Did you know he was still alive?!
No. Before I met Stevie Quirke I never heard of Paul Hillman.
I never heard of Braddick. I never heard of your brother or you.
"This is the help desk, may I have your client ID?"
"Whisky bravo 082019."
"One moment, please."
You've got a file on the Braddick case. I've seen it.
Yeah, I put it together after Quirke asked me to find you.
Why? Why would you go to all that trouble?
I wanted to know who I was talking to.
This is bullshit!
When are you going to be straight with me, Gina?
What are you doing in my life?!
My parents were murdered 20 years ago and I want to know why.
-Your mother and your father?
Well, that's funny because I had lunch with your father
this afternoon and for a dead man he looked very bloody well to me.
-Yes, Nigel, Nigel Fountain.
He's not my father.
He became my guardian after they were killed.
You still haven't answered my question.
What are you doing in my life?
Twenty years ago, Styles ordered the execution of my parents.
A week ago, he hired Quirke to kill me.
I've been looking for Styles all my adult life.
We're looking for the same man, Harry.
We need to get out of here.
"Thank you for waiting. You are secure. How can we help?"
"The programme encountered a fatal error.
"We're now sending out more engineers to resolve the issue."
Quirke told me that you could find Joe Collins.
Joe Collins has something belonging to Styles.
It's a laptop.
Styles wants it back. If we can get it before he does, we get Styles.
Rue du Grand Prieure, s'il vous plait.
-So where are we going?
This is my friend Nadine. This is Harry.
-Nadine is an artist.
Sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but do you think could I get a drink?
-A large one?
-Est-ce que tu as quelque chose de fort?
-Du vin, ca ira?
-Wine's great, thank you.
-"Gina, thank God."
I've been so worried. Didn't you get my calls?
Yeah, I'm so sorry, I've been busy.
Well, where are you? Are you all right?
Yes, I'm fine. I'm in Paris.
Do you know this Harry Venn?
-He's been trying to get in touch with you.
-I know. I've spoken to him.
-Did he tell you Quirke was murdered?
Nigel, please don't worry.
I'm fine. Really.
I'm coming back to London tomorrow and... and I'll call you then.
-And you're sure you're all right?
Please be careful.
I will be.
What happened to your real father, Gina?
My father's name was Jeremy Hawkes.
My mother was Jennifer Moscati. They were corporate lawyers.
My mother was visiting a client here in Paris.
She was killed in the street,
by Mezwar Tanzir.
A random murder by a petty criminal and drug user, according to the police.
My father was on business in Brussels when he got the phone call from the police.
He set off to Paris at once, but his car came off the road near Lille.
-And you don't believe it was an accident?
I do not.
Styles ordered it.
Harry, we are so close to getting Styles.
Over twenty years,
when I wake up every morning
-and I say to myself, "Today's the day I'm gonna get Jason Styles."
-And what stops you?
I don't think you are afraid of anything, Harry.
Don't you want to know the truth about what happened to your brother?
Well, they say the truth sets you free,
or in my case, the truth is going to send me to prison.
What was Mark like?
Mark was a bad boy.
He was unpredictable,
he was a thief.
Couldn't believe a word he said to anybody.
There was something about him,
I wanted him to respect me the same way I respected him.
But I never got the chance.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Is the room OK?
Yes, it's fine. Perfect. Thank you.
How about if you stayed here with me?
Oh, Jesus Christ!
-Tu veux un cafe?
-Yeah, coffee would be great. Thank you. Merci.
Is Gina up?
Gina up yet?
Elle est partie deja.
London? What she's gone to London?
-What, did she leave a note? Did she say anything?
Thanks for the wake-up call.
Ah. Cometh the hour, cometh the man!
-How are the numbers shaping up?
-153 confirmed. And rising.
There'll be even more after the press conference.
Double that, at least.
-I think you'll like the coverage.
-I have no doubt.
Ah, these are Lee and Jeremy. My...my guardian angels.
-So have there been threats?
That speaks well of you.
Lunch is going to be served in a minute. It's all very informal.
There's no standing on ceremony.
You are here to meet Alex.
Alexander Wentworth does not need an introduction but I'm going to give him one anyway.
He was elected to parliament at the age of 24
and since then his rise has been nothing less than meteoric.
He's earned the reputation as one of the finest debaters in
the House and has already twice been named Parliamentarian of the Year.
He's here to talk to us about the crisis.
Our country is, I'm sure you'll be pleased to hear, currently mounting
a very serious challenge to the world title record currently shared by Belgium and Iraq...
for not actually having a government.
Belgium and Iraq.
Exalted company indeed.
I've got some news for Brian Worsley.
Just because you occupy Number Ten doesn't make you prime minister.
To be prime minister, I'm sure most of us would agree, you should at the
very least have a government to run, even if it's a bad one.
So from now on, I think we should dispense with the fiction
that Brian Worsley is any kind of prime minister, except in the warped imagination.
-No Brian Worsley is a non-prime minister...
-She got away.
I have the entire help desk focused on finding her.
She's proving very elusive.
The engineers weren't expecting Venn in Paris.
-He must have been armed.
-You've been running the help desk for what, 22 years now?
Ever since Teddy set it up.
It's difficult work, I know.
It's messy but, Jason, this is very bad timing.
Everything's in play for tomorrow.
Conditions are perfect. We have our man.
Teddy taught us to play a long game, but if we lose this chance we may never get another one.
Find Gina Hawkes and Harry Venn...and kill them.
Now, tomorrow, I will go before the world's media
to reveal the true, unscrupulous and shocking nature of Brian Worsley the man and the politician.
You'll understand that I can't give you specifics at this time
but I can assure you that, come this time tomorrow,
Brian Worsley will not, even in his own twisted mind,
-be able to call himself a prime minister.
The stakes for this country could not be higher.
We have to be bold.
We have to be fearless.
We have to be thorough.
And above all,
we have to get it right.
Did I tell you that Tigger's on board?
I'll spare you the details of what I had to do to get him
but it turns out he's very keen on you. Always has been, apparently.
You do know how boorish, bigoted and quite frighteningly reactionary Tigger is?
He completes the picture for a lot of my supporters.
It's all up to you now, Alex.
"There was renewed unrest last night between police and rioters
"as the violence spread from the centre of the capital to residential areas.
"But the Prime Minister on his way back from Hackney earlier today insisted that the protests
"were nothing to do with the political instability at Westminster."
"The looters and thugs who were on the streets last night have nothing to protest about.
"They are not interested in politics, they just want a new television set
"and don't want to save up for one like the rest of us."
"Well, that was the Prime Minister this morning and he won't be cheered by the news that's just come in,
"and I'm reading here from the news wires from the Press Association -
"Alexander Wentworth has announced he'll be holding a press conference tomorrow
PHONE RINGS "at which he promises more scandalous revelations
"about the Prime Minister.
"The Prime Minister himself, back at Westminster this afternoon,
"is yet to respond, casting serious doubts..."
Are you sure you don't want something stronger?
You all right?
What were you thinking of?
The man who murdered your mother said he would meet you
in an abandoned factory in the middle of nowhere and you went?
-And you found him dead?
Someone clearly did not want him to talk to me.
You don't know that.
There are lots of reasons why someone wanted Tanzir dead.
People like him -
lots of reasons
and lots of people.
Do you think I should go to the police?
They've never taken you seriously before.
No reason they'll start now.
-They'll just get in the way.
Me! Finding out the truth, everything.
How can I not worry?
You've been so understanding.
I suppose they could give you some protection, the police. I mean, you are in danger.
I should be safe here.
Well, if an armed man broke in here now... I certainly couldn't protect you against that.
But there is someone I know. And obviously, with your permission,
I'd like to talk to him and get his advice.
-Who is he?
-He's called Christie.
And I do, I really think I should call him.
Yeah, all right.
You should get some rest.
I wonder, could you come over?
I won't pretend this is a social call.
How much this time?
You still got that file on Mark you used to have?
-I wouldn't ask unless it was important but I need to see it.
You decided to do something after all these years?
You look terrible.
Well, I've had a rough few days.
Did nobody tell you my office blew up?
Yeah? Were your clothes in there as well?
I had a call from Lauren.
Michael was in court this morning.
-I'm sure you had better things to do.
Where were you?
I was in Paris.
Oh, yeah. Of course.
Your boy's up in court but you're in Paris.
Have a good time, did ya?
-How'd he get on?
They like to pretend it's all nice and friendly, but of course it ain't,
not when you're going away to get banged up.
Remember what you look like after a night in the cells, Harry, eh?
That's the way Michael looked.
He looked dirty and sweaty, he looked tired and confused and scared.
You remember that feeling, Harry?
So he looks round for a friendly face.
He sees me, he sees his mum
and we smile at him.
And then he says, "Dad?"
Did he get bail?
He was sobbing, Harry, when they took him back down.
I couldn't get there.
There's things going on...
-It's really complicated.
-Maybe in my time I wasn't that great a father either,
but any time you or Mark needed me, I came running, didn't I?
-Yes. You came running.
I'm gonna go and try and get to see Michael.
I need Mark's file.
-I can't tell you.
-You can't tell me?
I think it would put you in danger.
This is new, Harry.
Concern? For someone else?
When you saw Mark's body...
-it was definitely him?
-what you asking me that for?
-Was it Mark?
What are you on? Yes, it was Mark.
Do you think I wouldn't recognize me own son?
-What about Hillman?
-What about him?
That bastard. Never liked him. Never trusted him.
-You should never have let Mark go near him.
-Mark was my older brother, he didn't listen to me.
If you'd stuck by Mark, he'd still be alive today.
-If I'd stuck by Mark, we'd both be dead.
-What's the difference?
-Did you see Hillman's body?
-Yes, I saw it.
-And it was definitely him?
-What the fuck?!
-Was it Hillman?
I saw him! Hillman! Dead!
I don't want you to come here again.
Don't call me.
I don't want to see you or talk to you ever again!
Always a pleasure, Dad.
Always a pleasure.
-Kevin. My computer guy.
What the fuck have you got me into?!
-Where are ya?
-"At the shop."
All right. Stay where you are, I'm on my way.
Frank, what happened?!
I couldn't get Kev on the phone so I went round to his place last night.
Apparently, he suddenly saw no good reason to carry on.
I found him hanging in his living room.
You think he killed himself?
No, H. I do not.
I think someone strung him up and I think whoever it was did it because of our little visit to the doctor.
All right, I need to get on your computer.
What are you doing? Harry, what are you doing?
Frank just give me a second, all right?
Jennifer Moscati, aged 38, married. Lawyer. High flyer.
Who's Jennifer Moscati?
Gina's mother. Victim of a street mugging in Paris...
-She was mugged?
-No, she was murdered.
Husband Jeremy Hawkes, also a lawyer killed in a road traffic accident near Lille.
8th April 1989.
Same day the Braddick thing went down. Same day that Mark was killed.
What the hell's going on, H?
Stevie Quirke was murdered in Belmarsh yesterday.
He was stabbed.
You remember he told me that he'd seen Paul Hillman?
I remember Stevie was a drinker and an idiot.
Guess who I saw yesterday.
Frank, I like a drink as much as the next person, but it doesn't alter the fact that I saw Hillman.
I talked to him. It was Paul bloody Hillman.
-How is that possible?
-Well, he WAS alive... somebody shot him.
-H, who shot him?
-I don't know. He was wearing a mask.
Harry, I've been involved in some fucked-up stuff, but this is fucked up.
I need a drink.
You want to pour me one?
What are you looking for?
Cockburn... What's his first name?
-Who's Teddy Cockburn?
Born Harewood, Yorkshire...
Battle of Britain ace...
After war, elected to parliament... went into business...
-made his fortune.
-Why are we looking at this?
There were photographs of this fella Cockburn in the doctor's office.
So what are you saying?
Bottle of Cockburn's.
I swiped the bottle from the doctor's office.
Along with this Blackberry.
"We'll raise a glass of Cockburn's on 10th July."
You got your email, you got your photographs, you got your bottle of Cockburn's.
No, no, no, no, no, look, he died in 1996.
Teddy Cockburn's not who we're looking for.
Oh, man. No, don't go there. Are you out of your mind?
-I've just seen Joe Collins.
He's in a house off Tufnell Park Road.
All right, don't let him out of your sight until I get there. And, Matt,
"..you be careful."
Frank, I need your car.
I'm coming with you.
No, I need you to stay here and do something for me. Can you get me a gun?
-It's just never a good sign when your lawyer asks you for a gun.
Stay here. See if you can get a number for Ben Lander.
Frank, I'll be in touch.
Give me a minute, will you?
Who wrote this leader?
Ask Eliot to join us, would you?
Outrageous what happened yesterday.
Are you OK?
Are we Brian Worsley's fan club now?
-Then why does this read like a fanzine?
The Prime Minister is a disaster.
Thanks to him, we've had two weeks without a proper government.
The pound is falling through the floor
and, as I discovered for myself yesterday, there are mobs rioting in the streets.
Not to mention the nine million that Worsley has managed to accumulate for himself
in various offshore accounts.
Perhaps you're planning on running his defence campaign for him when he's finally arrested?
We may have been a bit over generous towards Worsley
but, Elspeth, we have talked about this. We cannot run...
"The Prime Minister has a lot to answer for
"but the responsibility for the pound's woes cannot be laid at his door."
How do you justify this statement?
Talk to anyone in the City.
They'll tell you it's not Worsley, it's the speculators.
Do you think I don't speak to people in the City?
Brian Worsley is, if in name only, prime minister.
This mess is his responsibility and our readers need to understand that.
-Tomorrow, Alex Wentworth will be appearing at a press conference.
My understanding is that he's going to make new allegations against Worsley which he won't survive.
We need Wentworth all over tomorrow's paper.
He's got young children, a very pretty wife, lots of nice family photographs.
'Alexander Wentworth, the man of the hour'.
Wentworth doesn't have anything like enough cross-party support to put a coalition together.
After tomorrow's press conference, he'll have more than enough support.
No, don't worry, James I've got it in hand.
There'll be blanket coverage of the press conference across RDO Media.
"Breaking news, schedules interrupted, the full works."
It will be unmissable and very dramatic.
It's been a long slog, but we're nearly there, Elspeth.
Just a shame Teddy isn't here to see it all come together.
Yes, he would have been very proud of you.
Well, I couldn't have done it without you.
He'd have been proud of both of us.
Yes, I think he would.
Got the time?
Are you all right? What happened?
Someone jumped me.
It's the house over there.
-You're sure it was Joe Collins?
He used to come in the office a lot when he was up on that drugs charge.
What about who jumped you?
I didn't see him, sorry.
-Have you got anyone you can stay with? Abroad?
I've got a brother who married an Irish girl. They live in Donegal.
-You get on with him?
Good. Go and stay with him.
What's going on, Harry?
You don't come back till you hear from me.
And if you don't hear from me, you don't come back at all.
-I know who you are. What do you want?
-I want to talk about your son.
-Well, I don't want to talk to you.
I think he's in trouble. Serious trouble.
I believe his life's in danger.
Thanks for the tip.
-He needs help.
-And you're offering?
If it helps me to get to the bottom of something I want to know, yes.
You've lost one son, Mr Venn.
Do you want to lose both?
So how are you holding up?
What did you think you were doing?
The same thing you and your brother were doing at my age.
Yeah, well, we weren't going around selling crack.
You want to end up the same way as Mark?
I don't want to end up like you.
What about your mother? Have you got any idea what you being in here is doing to her?
And how about you, tough guy? What's it doing to you?
That depends on how you handle it.
-How are you going to handle it?
When you're in here, you don't trust anyone.
You don't tell anyone anything you wouldn't tell a copper.
Excuse me? Did I ask for your advice?
-I'm just trying to help you, Michael.
-Why start now?
You know you might end up doing time.
Are you prepared for that?
Thanks very much. What are you telling me that for?
Because you need to hear it.
You need to know what to expect in here.
So while you're in here you keep your head down.
You watch, you listen,
you work out who's who and how things work out.
You make sure that they know you can't be pushed around.
Even if it costs you time in solitary or the odd beating.
You stand your ground, Michael.
Michael, stop crying.
Michael, you don't let anyone see you cry.
Men aren't supposed to cry?
No, they don't. Not if they're going to survive in here.
Listen, there are some things,
you just have to see them through to the end.
That's all you can do.
Prison visiting time's over, everyone out.
You stand your ground, son.
I thought we weren't going to speak again.
I had another visitor after you left.
-"What did he want?"
He says you're in danger.
-"Well, why didn't you tell me?"
He said he thinks the man who ordered the Braddick hit wants you dead.
-"Any truth in that?"
He give me a number for ya. Do you want it?
Why don't you text it to me?
I wouldn't call him unless you're desperate.
He's after ya.
I saw it in his eyes.
OK, thanks, Dad.
How's the boy?
He's not doing too good.
Ah, don't worry. Nothing like the threat of anal rape to toughen you up.
What did you get?
Browning nine mil
and a .38.
Best I could do at short notice.
-You can get life if you get caught with a gun.
-I could lose a life if I'm caught without one.
Yes, hello. Am I speaking to Ben Lander?
-I'm a solicitor.
"A solicitor? What firm?"
Venn & Company.
We're in London.
"What can I do for you?"
-I wonder if it will be possible if I could come and see you.
It's something I'd like to discuss with you in person.
It is quite urgent.
"When would you like to come?"
-Tonight, if possible.
"Will you be coming alone?"
-"Let me give you the address."
-"Do you have a pen?"
-Yes, I do.
"It's on the A257, just west of Sandwich Bay."
OK, thank you. I'll find it.
-He's still living in the same house.
-H, tell me you're not serious.
Deadly bloody serious.
Braddick house is where it all started.
I'll drop your car off when I get back.
-I'm coming with you.
-You don't have to do that, Frank.
I want to make sure I get my car back, Harry.
Besides, you got me out of a few of scrapes in the past.
You're forgetting the two times you went down.
It was three... but who's counting?
-KNOCK ON DOOR
Mr Christie's here.
I'll be right there.
"Rumours are circulating in Westminster about just how damaging
"the material Alexander Wentworth is promising to reveal will be to Prime Minister Brian Worsley..."
-"..self destruction and accused his opponent..."
-TV SOUND OFF
Gina, this is Mr Christie.
-Mr Christie, this is my daughter Gina Hawkes.
She's been through quite a lot today.
And we have reason to believe her life is in danger.
Can you tell me about it?
-I'm afraid we can't go into details just yet.
I assume that the people who pose this threat to Ms Hawkes are aware of this address?
Well, apparently not.
Even so, I think the first step is to take Ms Hawkes to a safe house
until we can identify and then neutralize the threat.
What do you think?
Yeah, just... just give me a minute to freshen up.
Excuse me. Hello?
Let me speak to him.
It's for you, sir.
They tried to kill her!
It was a cockup, Nigel.
Since when does the help desk make cockups?
"It's like any organization. There are occasional"
mistakes but the point is the mistake has been rectified.
"Mr Styles will take Gina to a safe, comfortable place."
And she won't be harmed? I have your word?
I know how much she means to you, Nigel.
You have my word. It'll be for a day or two only and then it will all be over.
I'm trusting you.
You've done the right thing. Protecting her from herself.
Put Mr Styles back on, would you?
Where is she?
Guess who signed Mark's death certificate.
-Duncan Sturgess. You remember him?
What kind of doctor is he if he can't even tell if you're alive or dead?
"Harry, are you in London yet?"
Thank you for finally returning my call.
-Are you in London?
I'm in trouble.
-Can you come get me?
-You're not in trouble, Gina, you ARE bloody trouble.
No, sorry, I'm busy.
Listen Harry, I've just seen Jason Styles.
Where are you?
-I'm outside Harrods.
-OK I'll be there in about...
-Ten, fifteen minutes.
-What's going on now?
OK, there she is.
What's with the disappearing act in Paris, Gina?
Don't you trust me, or something?
I'd say the answer to that is no.
-He's a friend.
-Is he trustworthy?
-I don't know. Shall we ask him? Are you trustworthy?
-There you go, he's trustworthy.
Where did you see Styles?
-At Nigel's house.
I told him what happened in Paris.
He called someone to protect me.
He introduced him as Christie.
But it was Styles.
-You're sure it was him?
Do you think Nigel knew who he was?
-I don't know.
OK, this is it.
You sure you want do this, H?
-I'll come too.
You want to take a piece?
Why has he got a gun?
I asked him for one.
No, this feels wrong.
I wouldn't go into that house without a gun, Harry.
Shoe's on the other foot now, isn't it?
I want to talk.
What would you like to talk about?
You want to talk about the night your brother and his friend came to visit?
Shall we talk about that?
You know what the police told me when they found the two dead bodies in the car?
There was a driver...
who got away.
I wonder who the driver was.
Who could it have been?
Do you have any idea, Mr Venn?
I'm sorry your uncle died
and I'm sorry...
and I'm sorry for...
for my brother and what he did here that night.
You were the driver.
The police know you were the driver.
-They just couldn't pin it on you.
-Somebody paid Paul Hillman and my brother to pull that trigger.
Now, I'm just trying to find out why.
I'm trying to find out why your uncle was murdered.
Look me in the eye and tell me you weren't the driver.
What goes through the mind of the getaway driver while he's waiting outside, hmm?
Is he thinking,
"I'm glad I'm not in there having to do what they do?"
Or is it...
"You know what,
"this is boring"?
"Next time I'm going in myself.
"I want to see some blood."
Oh, but I'm forgetting.
You saw plenty of blood,
Mr Lander, I just want to find out the truth.
Please, just put the gun down.
Put it down!
-I said put it down or I'll blow your head off.
Is that how you say hello to visitors?
You shoot them?!
-You want me to shoot you?! Do ya?!
Frank! That's enough. All right now just put the gun down.
All right, calm down.
OK, OK, no harm done, yeah?
That's where you're wrong, H.
Harry Venn and Gina Hawkes broke into the Braddick house twenty minutes ago.
You take care of this problem, Mr Styles.
-Can you help me out here, Harry? Can ya?
-Where's the laptop?
-There are rules!
-Yes, rules that have to be observed.
Wake up, Russell, you're a detective! This is all connected - the Braddick hit, Stevie Quirke,
-it all leads to here!
-He's a good guy, Harry.
He's in serious trouble. Someone's trying to kill him.
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Harry returns from Paris in a desperate attempt to figure out who he can trust and how he can save himself. But when he goes back to the place where it all started twenty years ago, he is forced to confront his past head-on.