Hourglass Hunted

Cafe Khalil, four o'clock. There's something I have to tell you.

-I was set up.

-You think it was me?

-Do you expect to come back to work?

-I'm your best operative.

Target is Jack Turner.

Mr Turner is currently bidding to acquire the Upper Khyber Dam.

Eddie!

-Hey!

-Dad!

Dad, this is Alex Kent, she saved Eddie.

Something's going on.

-Hello, Eddie.

-Have you come to stay for a bit?

You're somewhere that you don't belong. You're dead.

Keel says there's a mole on the team.

Someone betrayed me. Someone on the team.

Removal is authorised.

Kill me and you will never find out who wants you dead.

What are you talking about?

We're going to be late.

Calm down, Lars.

We've got plenty of time.

Great.

Just great.

Help me!

Help me, please! He's going to kill me! Please!

Please, look he's coming, he's got a knife.

Please help me, please!

-Police, we get the police...

-There's no time!

Please, please just open the door. He's going to kill me!

Thank you.

Oh, my God. Go drive, drive!

TYRES SCREECH

-You hurt?

-Pull over.

-I said, pull over.

-Lars!

-Count of three, Lars.

He sent you, didn't he?

-One...

-Jack Turner!

-Two...

For God's sake, put that down!

No!

I said, pull over!

Lars!

You wasn't supposed to crash it, you wanker.

No.

-Eddie?

-Get away from me.

No!

Eddie? EDDIE GASPS

What is it, Eddie?

I might be able to help if you tell me.

I keep seeing his face.

Who?

That man. The one who tried to take me.

It was scary, wasn't it?

He looked so angry.

You don't need to be afraid.

That man won't ever bother you again.

How do you know?

I just do.

No hurry.

Sam's not here yet.

Miss Morgan, what are you doing sitting all alone in the dark?

Hoping for a word with you, actually.

Sounds serious.

Keel says we have a mole.

So I gather.

Thoughts?

Present company excepted?

Well, Fowkes is new to the team. No-one really knows him.

I know he's loud, rude

and opinionated with no command of the facts whatsoever.

Unless it's all an act, in which case he deserves an Oscar.

Deacon?

Religious, a family man with a brilliant career at Byzantium.

Not the likeliest suspect either.

Which just leaves Sam.

I'd never have suspected her.

But she still won't talk about why she disappeared.

Keel could be wrong. Maybe there isn't a mole.

Yeah, that occurred to me, too.

-But?

-Hasan.

He was too careful to get pinched like that.

Someone had to have set him up.

-You looking for someone?

-I'm just going for a run.

Eddie finally settle down?

He's still pretty upset.

Thanks for coming tomorrow.

It's important I keep him close right now.

You're late.

Yeah, well, Edward's been having nightmares about Hasan.

That's unfortunate,

but that boy's distress got you invited into the house.

And to the conference this weekend.

Which is what we're here to discuss. Sam - report, please.

Jack's been working round the clock.

Those men that I saw when I first went to the house, one of them

had a meeting privately with Jack about half a dozen times this week.

Yeah, we've seen him coming and going. That's Patrik Lindberg.

He's the head of KPEK.

He's second in command to the chairman Lars Holm.

KPEK is the Norwegian firm that will operate the dam if Turner wins.

Their support is vital. Without KPEK's signature the Turners cannot

submit their financial bid.

They had a big row two days ago.

-About?

-Lindberg was saying he couldn't sign the deal,

not without his chairman's approval.

And the financial bid?

They've been putting it together on Jack's laptop.

It's complicated. It must run thousands of pages.

All we need is the total.

What's Turner prepared to pay for the dam?

When he's not at the laptop,

Jack stores the data on a memory stick in his pocket.

I'm going to need a duplicate.

Corrupted, so it appears the data's been lost.

I'll swap it out with the original.

OK.

You're aware we have 32 hours only in which to acquire the bid?

-I'm aware.

-Zoe.

OK. There are four bidders including the Turners.

Ceuxron, Chinese Industries Group, Prohurst and JTRP.

The Chinese are considered the favourites.

The meetings with the bidders

and their technical partners take place tomorrow.

The tenders will be unsealed at 08:00 hours this Saturday.

The highest bidder wins.

Byzantium has acquired all the other bids.

But we need the Turner bid to ensure our client prevails.

So our client must be one of the other bidders.

But you're not going to tell us which one.

You know what you need to do your job.

Anything else, Sam?

Nope.

Nothing like team spirit, eh?

The killed her to get to you, didn't they?

I said, "Who do you work for?"

This is the story of the Snow Maiden.

Where is it you're from again, Miss Kent?

-I'm sorry?

-Bloomington, is it? Indiana?

Yeah, that's right.

I guess school teachers from Bloomington, Indiana,

don't get to stay in luxury hotels very often.

No. I guess we don't.

Well done, then.

I'm here to help Edward.

Course you are.

Doesn't keep you from helping yourself, though, does it?

-Alex?

-Eddie, come on.

And they're off.

Sam spends the weekend in a bloody five-star hotel,

while we're locked up in this shit hole, staring at an empty house.

-We've got a problem.

-What's that?

You now that tracking device I planted on that case that

Turner gave Dave Ryder?

-Yeah, I've lost the signal.

-Do you think Ryder found it?

-I don't know. It could just be a bad transponder.

-You planted it wrong.

I know how to plant a tracking device.

After all the trouble I went to, getting banged up on that bike...

-I planted it correctly.

-Sure you did.

Right...there?

-Mr Turner.

-Thank you.

-No problem.

-Just on the second floor.

-Great.

-OK.

-Mr Bingham.

-Do you have everything ready for us?

See that, Eddie? Putting on fireworks especially for you.

Grandad had a word with the manager, didn't he, Stevie?

I don't believe you.

People always do what Grandad tells them.

Didn't have fireworks when I was your age.

Caught a blaze once - huge.

Flames as tall as trees.

-A bonfire?

-No - a paint factory down the road.

I knew the boys who started it.

One of them was still inside.

Eddie doesn't need to hear this story, Dad.

Thank you.

OK.

If you could scan your thumb, Mr Bingham.

Your laptop will go right in there.

Eddie! Come on, you shouldn't be doing that here.

It's OK, I've got it.

Sorry.

This must be yours.

What do you say?

Thank you.

Everything OK here?

Yeah.

PHONE BEEPS

I have to go.

What's the matter?

It's nothing.

You've been on edge lately.

I think you know why.

-How did Keel find out?

-That's a question for you to answer.

I'm the only one who knows it's you, Aidan.

I promise you that. No-one in MI6 has your name.

Once Keel has the scent,

he won't lose it until he finds out who the mole is.

-You think you're being watched?

-I know I am.

You want to stop seeing each other, is that it?

Listen.

We have to.

Are you sure Keel's the reason?

Of course. What other reason would there be?

Alex? Dad said you can take me to the fireworks.

Ah, yeah, Dad did say that. But as you're missing school,

I expect you to get some work done today.

The meeting will take a few hours. I'll be back in time for dinner.

-Have fun, you two.

-Sounds like Dad's got a good plan.

What will it be then, history or math?

Maths.

-Where's Lindberg?

-He'll be along.

It's not good going in there without our technical partner.

Look, I'll bring him in as soon as he gets here.

Well, you go on. Don't keep the Pakistanis waiting.

See if you can finish these two pages, then I'll come back

and check your answers, OK?

OK.

Oui.

If you're going to kill me, just get it over with.

I won't kill you - not when you can still be helpful to me.

How could I be helpful to you?

You're spying on the Turners.

I want their bid.

You're not listed as a bidder.

After the damage you did to me last year,

I thought it wise to keep my name out of it.

I don't...I...I don't have their bid.

You're going to have an envelope delivered to me

by eight o'clock tomorrow morning.

The Turner bid will be inside it.

Now get out of my sight.

You're late, Patrik.

-I can't reach Lars.

-What, and that's bad news?

He's the chairman of the board, Mr Turner.

I can't sign the documents, not without his approval.

Here's what you're going to do - you and me,

we're going to walk through that door.

You're going to smile, you're going to tell Mr Soomro how pleased

KPEK is to be in business with Jack Turner.

And then you're going to sign on the dotted line.

You want me to act like everything is fine, when I know it's not?

Look at it this way...

..what choice do you have?

MANGLED AUDIO

Deacon? How many times you going to watch that?

Someone called Turner twenty minutes before Hasan got grabbed.

You think the caller told them how to find him?

They must have.

If I could just make out what they were saying.

It still wouldn't tell you who the mole is. You know that.

It would get me one step closer.

I don't like casualties on my watch.

You don't seriously think it was Aidan?

What makes you think that?

Just the way you were looking at him before.

-Hello.

-What?

-They're chucking something out.

Well, it's not the recycling, is it?

-What, then?

-Hasan.

Surprised it took them this long.

Where were they taking him?

They'll probably dump him somewhere.

-Bollocks to that.

-What are you gobbing on about now?

A man's dignity.

Or did we sign that away in our contracts too?

Go.

What? You're not serious?

See where they dump him. Could be useful information.

You coming?

I'm driving.

-Anything?

-Nothing. Thank you.

All his movements are consistent with the reports

he's been giving you.

If he is hiding something, he's extremely good at it.

What about that?

Right there.

He's just moving out of CCTV range.

How often does he do that?

All the time.

There might be 10,000 cameras in this city,

but that still leaves plenty of dead ground.

I'm interested in his longest absences.

-Aside from building interiors?

-Right.

Here. Suicide Bridge, two weeks ago.

Comes in here at 14:22:37

and goes out the other side at 14:28:54.

Six minutes 17 seconds.

Long time to spend walking across a bridge, isn't it?

Hmm.

Unless he was thinking of jumping.

He always runs late. It's kind of a thing with him.

Run back ten minutes. See who else shows up.

Stop!

Go forward.

Who is she?

A ghost.

-Would you like a hot chocolate?

-Yes, please.

-You stay where I can see you, OK?

-OK.

Hot chocolate, please. Thank you.

Good work. What's the problem?

I got a lovely surprise upstairs.

Bernard Faroux.

Did he see you?

Oh, yeah. We had a lovely chat. Caught up on old times.

Then he stuck a gun between my legs.

But he didn't expose you.

He's a stealth partner in another company. He wants the Turners' bid.

-We need to get you out.

-I'm going nowhere.

You think he ordered the hit in Tangier?

It's a possibility.

And all this time you were convinced it was me that was responsible.

I said it was a possibility.

You on your own, Master Turner?

No. Alex is around here somewhere.

Whereabouts?

-Sam. This isn't the bid.

-It has to be.

It's some kind of personal diary.

For Jack?

No. For Lars Holm. The Chairman of KPEK.

What's Jack walking around with this for?

And where's the bid?

It must be on the laptop. I saw Bingham take it somewhere.

The hotel vault probably.

-Problem.

-I'll take care of it.

-There you are.

-Oh, thank you.

-Something's happened.

-Yeah.

-I think I've seen one of those blokes before.

-Yeah? When?

Dragging Hasan into the house. Wearing a hoodie.

Not this time. Smile, boys.

Hey! Where do you think you're going?

See where they take him, of course.

Oh, no.

You're even heavier than you look, mate.

Shit.

-Come on.

-OK.

Stupid bugger. Where are you?

Bastards chopped him up. Burned all the bits and pieces.

Bits and pieces?

Yeah. They've got their own little crematorium down there.

Wasn't a total waste of time, though.

Waited for them to leave.

Snagged poor old Hasan's boot.

Yeah.

Hasan didn't wear boots.

Well done, Patrik.

-Thank you, Mr Soomro.

-Pleasure.

-If that's all?

-For now.

Thank you, Mr Lindberg. We're really looking forward to working with you.

-He seem OK to you?

-You don't you worry about him.

You did well, Stevie.

Well, it's not going to come down to technical specs though, is it?

-Soomro's all about the money.

-Aren't we all?

Dad, we're up against three of the biggest utility

contractors in the world.

The only ones we need to worry about are the Chinese.

What do you mean?

You've seen the other two bids?

We're higher. I've made sure of it.

That's why we're leveraged to the max on this thing?

£970,000,000, Dad.

Bingham tried to get the Chink bid, as well,

but they're more careful than the Europeans.

You've got to admire them for that.

Come off it, Stevie.

You don't think they're trying to steal our bid as well?

I was hoping I'd run into you two. You hungry?

-Starving.

-Good. Let's get ready for dinner, shall we?

I've just got to grab a couple of things first.

Sure. See you in a minute.

Denise said I don't have a daddy.

And what did you tell?

I told her I've a big strong daddy who's in London fighting bad men.

That's right.

That's what you have.

When am I going to see you again?

I don't know.

Before long.

-I have to go to work now, angel.

-OK.

-How much does Daddy love you?

-All the way to Hawaii.

And back. Tell Mommy I said hi.

I will, Daddy. Bye.

Bye.

-So no body, then?

-No, we couldn't retrieve it.

But I managed to get snaps of the guys that chopped him up.

Nice.

And I got this.

Hasan's boot.

Hasan didn't wear boots.

Yeah, he did.

PHONE RINGS

What?

I had to retire one of Turner's security men.

-Is it clean?

-Yeah...

-For now.

-What about the bid?

Sam thinks it's on the laptop, in the vault.

No way to access it. But she's got bigger problems.

-Such as?

-Bernard Faroux.

What are you talking about?

He's here. He's one of the other bidders.

Has it compromised Sam?

No, not yet. But he wants the Turner bid.

-I'll talk to Keel.

-We need to get her out of there - now.

Not until I've talked to Keel!

You've already lost one of your team. Are you really willing to

-lose another?

-I'm still looking into how I lost the first one.

Vodka martini, dirty.

You have it already?

-I'm not here to give you the bid.

-Then what do you want?

Offering you a chance to save your life.

-You're offering me...?

-My employers know you're here.

But they haven't pulled me out.

Which means they're happy to see you dead.

Unless it is your life they're willing to risk.

But your boss, Mr Keel...

asked to meet with me last week.

-He didn't know you'd be here.

-No?

-Then why would he want to see you?

-You went missing in Tangier.

He wanted to know if I had anything to do with it.

-And did you?

-Your drink, sir.

Bring me the bid. Then we'll talk.

You tell me what you know...

..or I'll kill you.

You can't do anything to me until after the bidding.

Nor I to you.

Make sure I have the Turner bid by eight o'clock.

Aidan's requested an immediate exfil.

But Faroux hasn't exposed her?

He wants the Turner bid. He's a stealth partner with Ceuxron.

He was in London last week.

-How do you know that?

-I met him.

Sam disappeared immediately after she betrayed him in Tangier.

I thought there might be a connection.

Did he tell you anything?

He denied all knowledge. He was lying, of course.

-I'll pull her out and scrub the op.

-Let it play.

I believe Sam can handle Bernard Faroux.

And we might learn something about why she went missing.

All right.

-How long has our man been missing?

-Nearly an hour.

The bid secure?

It's in the vault. No-one's accessed it.

You bet your bollocks on that?

Of course.

Somebody's screwing with me. Or trying to.

Where's Lindberg?

-Found something.

-Tell me.

Those men chopping up Hasan - one's clean...

the other's on probation for assault.

He did community service out of a club in East London

less than a mile from where we lost the signal to that case.

I don't see the connection.

Well, it says here that

that club is owned by one David Ryder.

-Jack Turner's buddy.

-No need to thank me.

-For what?

-Finding that missing case.

You haven't found it yet.

Folks...

don't you still have a bone to pick with Dave Ryder?

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Alex?

Coming.

Would you mind?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Your father says that you should go to dinner without him.

Is something wrong?

He says he'll try to join you later.

Right, make friends. Find the case. Do you think you can manage that?

Come in with me. I'll buy you a drink.

Lager and lime girl, right?

Hello, mate, is Dave Ryder about?

Cheers, fella.

-What the hell are you doing here?!

-You should be surprised.

Lucky I can walk after your motor hit me.

You ran out in front of it, boy.

That's your memory playing you up, Grandad. Alzheimer's.

Terrible disease.

I'll give you ten seconds to walk away or you'll end

up in a wheelchair.

I'll give you five seconds to get my two grand.

Two grand, you say?

Get twice that if I went to a solicitor.

Cash or cheque?

How about a drink?

Mr Lindberg? Come with me, please.

Our worries always catch up to us late at night, don't they?

I brought you something.

My mother used to read it to me when I was little.

Did it make you feel better?

It did.

Then I'll read it too.

-Good night.

-Night.

You got a face on, Patrik. Not losing your bottle, are you?

Lars and Polly Holm were found this evening.

-They keeping well?

-I think you know how they're keeping.

They're dead.

Tragic.

Good job you didn't wait for him to sign.

Lars Holm was a man of conscience.

Well, you shouldn't let him

find out you were taking backhanders then, should you, Patrik?

Killing board members wasn't part of the deal.

I don't remember you moaning when you were getting paid.

Why did you bring me out here, Mr Turner?

One of my men has gone missing.

I don't know anything about that.

No-one's approached you? Asked questions about us? Our bid?

Of course not.

I just want out of this whole filthy business.

It's too late for that, Patrik.

You signed the deal.

KNOCK ON WINDOW

-I'm staying.

-What do you mean, you're staying? Did you find the case?

Not yet. Dave's not a bad old bugger, is he?

We're having a bit of a lock-in.

You're getting pissed with Dave? That's your big plan?

A few more bevvies may be necessary.

But I will find that case for you, don't you worry.

Who are you?

You were in financial trouble. Jack Turner offered you a way out.

-Is that it?

-You didn't answer my question.

I'm someone who wants to stop Turner. Just like you.

I'm calling security.

He's going to kill you, Mr Lindberg. You do know that?

Turner needs a technical partner.

Turner already killed Holm and his wife.

Do you think he'd hesitate to kill you?

You see, you know too much.

And you've already signed where Lars Holm refused.

I begged Lars to change his mind.

But I never thought Turner would hurt him...never.

I believe you.

No-one else will.

-You said you want to stop Turner.

-I do. But I need your help.

I told you we needed to stop.

Natalie?

You think screwing me gives you a pass?

What are you talking about?

You didn't tell me she was back.

I should expose you to Keel right now.

You want to get me killed?

Just like you tried killing her?

What are you accusing me of?

You are the only person I told about meeting Sam at that cafe.

Tangier?

This whole time, you thought I put the hit on her?

I know I didn't.

You could've just asked, Aidan...

..instead of screwing me.

Like you'd have confessed.

You bastard.

You've just been using me.

Waiting for me to give something away.

And what have you been doing?

Blackmailing me to spy against my own employer.

I had nothing to do with the attempt on Sam Hunter's life.

Then someone else at MI6 did.

You love her, don't you?

That's what this whole thing's about.

This is over between us.

I decide when this is over.

Come on, you're needed.

Come on.

He wants it sorted this morning.

Keep it tidy this time, understand?

Mr Turner, I need to speak to you.

Not a good time, Patrik.

The Frenchman, Bernard Faroux. He says he has your bid.

He's bluffing.

You told me a man of yours went missing yesterday.

-What about him?

-Faroux said he paid him off.

Used him to access your hard drive in the hotel vault.

He has your bid, Mr Turner.

You can't win.

Bingham.

Monsieur.

-Fish is on the line.

-Standing by.

Hook, line and sinker. You getting this?

I got it. Turner's hard drive cloned.

Calling Keel now.

-Well?

-False alarm. Nobody's copied our bid.

How can you be so sure?

The laptop hasn't been touched.

The file can't be cloned unless the hard drive's been powered up.

It's powered up now, isn't it?

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

We will now open the financial bids.

Please pass your boxes to the ladies as they come round, thank you.

Just give me two minutes.

Mr Soomro, unfortunately my father is running a couple of minutes late.

Just two minutes, that's all I'm asking.

He's here.

The bids have been collected.

We will now open them in the order received.

Back in a minute.

The first bid is from Ceuxron Investments.

£940,000,000.

Excuse me, do you have the time, please?

-Yes, it's eight o'clock.

-Thanks.

Allons-y.

The second bid is from Prohurst Investments.

£875,000,000.

The bid from the Chinese Industries Group...

..is £980,000,000.

-It's over, Dad. We're finished.

-Wait.

And the final bid...

JTRP Holdings...

£1,000,000,000.

A billion? Our bid was £970,000,000.

I changed it.

You changed it?

They stole our bid. We were going to lose.

But it's fraud, Dad. We're short thirty million quid.

Then we'll just have to get it, won't we?

As the two final bids are within a tolerance margin...

Tolerance margin? What's a "tolerance margin"?

There will be a run-off between JTRP Holdings

and the Chinese Industries Group.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. We are adjourned for the day.

A run-off. Sodding run-off.

On your knees.

Cafe Khalil.

Was it you?

-And you think I'll tell you now?

-Answer me!

I didn't need to come looking for you, they already were.

Who?

You're going to die. They're going to kill you.

Who sent them?

Who?

Hourglass.

What's Hourglass?

You're already dead, you bitch.

Jack Turner's still in the bid. Despite your best efforts.

He's committed to paying £30,000,000 he doesn't have.

The Pakistanis won't check his finances until Friday.

By which time he'll have to forfeit the bid.

Unless he finds the money somehow.

You left behind three bodies.

That's a big clean-up operation, even for you.

It was your decision to leave me in.

Faroux tell you anything before you killed him?

You OK?

What's it going to take to get you to trust me again?

You want me to trust you?

Then you tell me what you know.

No more excuses. No more denials.

Just...

just tell me the truth.

There's nothing to tell.

Find what you're looking for?

One never knows.

This is excellent work, Natalie.

Thank you.

You look tired, George.

You should go home.

To face a garden full of weeds and a kitchen full of nothing

but ready meals? I think I'd rather stay here.

Something on your mind?

I was just wondering...

..these reports on Byzantium...

..where do they go?

What do you mean?

I mean...

..who do you share them with?

No-one...

obviously.

Just the Minister.

You're sure?

I give you my word. If that's still good enough for you.

Good night, Natalie.

Good night, sir.

-Jack will kill you.

-I said I can handle it.

You said last night you saw a woman and a man.

-Might not have been her.

-Might not.

Our mole can't be anyone else, it's got to be Aidan.

Have you met Natalie Thorpe. MI6's liaison officer for Byzantium?

The lives of my team are still in danger.

That's what we pay them for, Deacon, and you.

So what did you get me over here for?

-Still want a job?

-If you got one going.

Do you know anything about Hourglass?

-What's Hourglass?

-That's what I need you to tell me.

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