Episode 5 Spooks

We're getting into bed with Russia.

If we want this friendship to succeed,

we must put the past behind us.

Elena wasn't just an asset, we were lovers.

-Sasha?

-Because he's my son.

You're totally compromised with the Gavriks.

You can't expect complete trust from Harry. He can't even give that to himself.

-What brings you to London?

-Your deal with the Russians.

-How did you find out about that?

-I think I've figured out a way to get the proof against Jim Coaver.

-Tell me it's clean and simple.

We'd need Elena and Sasha.

The CIA want to destroy the Partnership between our two countries before it's even signed.

This is an attack on both our nations.

She's a deniable asset for a Central Intelligence Agency.

Coaver sent her to kill you.

24 hours, Jim, then I'm coming after you.

We'll create a new role for you.

Tell me to stay and I will.

Go as soon as you can. I don't want you involved in what's coming.

PHONE RINGS

It's Sasha.

We need to talk.

Today.

-So what are you doing about Jim Coaver?

-It's being taken care of.

That's what you came to ask me?

What happened with my mother in Berlin?

Whenever I ask her, she won't talk about it.

Changes the subject.

Elena didn't want to go back to Moscow with your father.

She begged me to extract her from Berlin.

But you didn't.

You abandoned her!

No! I was fully prepared to extract her.

We packed up the whole station.

As far as I was concerned, we were gonna collect her from the exit point at Treptower Park.

But Jim had other plans.

He said Elena's defection would compromise an ongoing operation

and possibly endanger the lives of innocent civilians.

He would kill me rather than allow that to happen.

-But why did Coaver do it?

-He was protecting his agents.

For him, Elena was just another burned asset.

And what was she to you?

A loss.

You could have tried again?

Taken her from Moscow somehow.

Sasha, I understand your need for answers. But what's done is done.

And leave Jim Coaver to me. He has more recent sins to atone for.

Besides, would you have really wanted to have grown-up British?

I would have wanted what my mother wanted.

Sasha.

You called.

Our American friend is scheduled to fly to Rotterdam at 11am.

Right, that decides it. We take Jim Coaver.

Do we have any official authorisation for this?

-From the Home Secretary, for example?

-Sadly, no.

Did we even try?

We did not. We assumed it would be futile.

What about Ruth? She must have him tied round her little finger by now.

Ruth's official title is security adviser to the Home Office.

She'll be liaising between them and us. She won't be disappearing.

Speaking of Ruth, are we gonna do anything? Bowling could be fun.

I'm sorry, we're about to kidnap a CIA Officer.

Why are we discussing Ruth's leaving do?

Erin's right, but I will take responsibility for whatever happens.

However, if anyone feels they can not fully commit to this operation...

Good. Calum, you're on mobile comms. Dimitri, I'll need you in a suit.

'Alpha Three, his car's arrived.'

Roger that.

RINGING

The driver's calling Coaver's phone.

No sign of security. You're clear to go.

PHONE RINGS

'Good morning, Mr Francis. Your car's waiting for you.'

Target's cover name is Francis.

-Car for Francis?

-That's me.

Let's go.

He's in the foyer.

'In position.'

Mr Francis?

Yes. Thank you.

Right.

What the hell is this?

-Morning, Jim. You leaving the country?

-Yeah, I'm going to the Hague.

Oh, you've got to be kidding.

I'm afraid you may have to postpone your mini-break.

Calum.

Ruth.

Back already?

Where is everyone?

Um...not sure.

Where's Harry?

Hey, you're the boss. Nobody tells me anything.

No. I'm not anyone's boss.

Listen, I'd better...

Sure.

PHONE RINGS

Home Secretary.

Are you with Harry?

'Er...no. Why?'

One of the CIA's bods didn't turn up for a flight.

They think he's been kidnapped. Or worse.

-Do you know the officer's name?

-Yes, I've got it here.

It's James Jeffrey Coaver. They're quite het up about it.

Some American foetus just said he'd get medieval on my backside, whatever that means.

Can you shed any light?

Not currently. But, um... I'll see what I can do.

Calum? You remember how I said I wasn't your boss?

RINGING

Ruth.

Harry, what are you doing?

By your tone, I'd say you already know.

Then let him go before it's too late.

I'll take the consequences if I'm wrong.

How did you sell it to Erin and Dimitri?

That this is about justice for Tariq?

This is about Elena Gavrik and you know it.

You're still in love with her. And it's clouding your judgement.

I have to go.

Then I have to tell Towers what I know.

So be it.

Whoever that was, Hal, you should've listened to them.

You Brits!

Who do you think formulates CIA policy? Scooby-Doo?

The only reason we give a rat's ass about your country

is because you let it be a breeding ground for fanatics.

Are we happy that you're cuddling up to the Russians? No.

It's one more foot hole in Europe for them.

But if we wanted to stop you,

we wouldn't have to resort to scare tactics to do it.

That includes taking out your office boy.

Tariq was a bit more than that.

No offence.

Some taken.

So you don't know this woman?

No.

Do you often solicit girls from parked cars?

Is that a trick question?

I will speak to you alone.

Harry has kidnapped a CIA Officer?

Yes.

Do you know where he's taken him?

Yes.

Ruth, you're my adviser.

Advise me.

All right.

I'm acquainted with this woman.

She's not CIA, she's a private contractor, Israeli-trained.

Nom de guerre is Veronica Duran.

What's your business with her?

We use Duran for deniable ops in the UK.

That's why I was meeting with her.

Now if you think she's connected to this other stuff,

that is a matter of concern for both of us.

Don't you ever get tired of lying, Jim?

What?

Two days ago, Elena contacted you. She arranged to meet you.

You turn up near the meeting point, this woman approaches your car.

You talk. Straight after you leave, she attempts to kill Elena.

Now whoa, whoa, whoa! It was Duran, she fixed up the meeting place.

She had information for me, she told me, and I left.

Are you telling me, after that, she tried to kill Elena Gavrik?

-I don't believe you!

-God damnit, Harry, if that's true, it's gotta be a set-up.

What have I done to earn your distrust?

I lie when I have to.

But I consider you a friend.

And you remember,

I have sat on everything I know about you

and Elena Gavrik for 30 years.

In our business, that practically makes me a saint.

I think that's the least you could do.

Oh, oh, I see.

You still blame me for that, huh?

Well, you believe what you need to believe, Harry.

What's that supposed to mean?

We lied to her, then we left her to rot.

Yeah, you see, I can't feel guilty about that.

Lying is how we turn people. That's what we do.

Falling in love with them, that's the cardinal sin.

Harry, we've got a problem.

Sir Harry Pearce?

-Yes?

-Agent Lindsey Glenn, CIA.

We have reason to believe that you're holding one of our directors, Mr James Coaver, against his will.

-Is that correct, sir?

-He's helping us with an inquiry, yes.

Mr Coaver has diplomatic status.

It's an offence to hold him without charge. Please surrender him into our custody.

If you don't comply immediately, we will use force.

Erin.

Mr Coaver.

-Well, the cavalry's here, huh?

-Are you all right, sir?

Yeah.

-You are?

-Glenn, sir. Special Activities Division.

SAD, huh? Well, that makes me feel important.

All right, Agent Glenn, at ease.

Maybe this situation isn't as bad as it seems.

I have orders to get you back to the Embassy.

Safely. Pearce is now regarded as a rogue officer.

Fine. So let's go.

This was a pretty dumb move, Harry.

I'll smooth things over.

And we'll figure this mess out.

Together.

OK, got it.

It was Ruth.

She told the Home Secretary. He told CIA.

How did Ruth find out?

Calum told her. He said she pulled rank.

-Harry Pearce?

-That's me.

Agent Tom Defoe. I work with Jim Coaver.

-Where is he?

-What do you mean?

What I mean is you're holding him. Where is he?

You're CIA?

No, the Mickey Mouse Club.

Where is Coaver?

-Oh, my god!

-We've got to move. Trust me!

-All right, got it. It's a grey van.

-Where is it?

-Searching now.

Come on, Cal, I'm driving blind here.

They could have gone full circle and be heading the other way by now.

-If they want out of here fast, they'll head to an arterial road.

-Got it! Heading north on Edgware Road.

55 seconds ago.

Heading northwest. Got it locked in.

Er, you've got a CIA car 100 yards behind you.

-Want me to keep them updated?

-Yes. Good work.

All right, you should have an eyeball on the vehicle...

now.

Got it.

Come on, Dimitri, we've got our seatbelts on.

Can you get a shot on the tyres?

-Take the shot, Erin!

-Harry, if he loses control!

Shoot. That's an order!

Sons of bitches! Whoa!

-We need an ambulance, now!

-Jim.

-You keep still. There's an ambulance on its way.

-Why? D'you think I need one(?)

Harry, listen.

In my hotel room...on my laptop... there's a file.

Get to it before someone else does.

What's on it, Jim?

Harry, I would never have done it, you know.

-What?

-In Berlin. I would never have shot you. You know that, don't you?

I know that, Jim.

What the hell happened?

Mr Pearce, I'm going to have to ask you to come with me.

And, with regret, I'm going to have to decline.

Stop right there!

You killed a CIA officer. You don't walk away from that.

I didn't kill anyone. He was thrown from a moving van.

I know you kidnapped Jim Coaver and now he's dead.

I understand your anger, son. I feel it too.

But, contrary to what you may believe, you are on UK soil,

subject to British laws and we do not allow foreign agents to wave their guns around.

You want to call me to account, go through established channels. Is that clear, Agent Defoe?

OK, let's get back to Jim Coaver's hotel.

Are you sure?

Yes, thank you.

-Jim Coaver is dead.

-What happened?

Unclear, so far. Only one thing is certain.

If Coaver had caught that plane, he'd still be alive.

'Elena didn't want to go back to Moscow with your father.

'We were going to collect her from the exit at Treptower Park.'

DISTANT MURMUR OF VOICES

-Ah, you are awake.

-I wasn't asleep. I was thinking.

You should think less and sleep more. Tell him, Ilya.

He sleeps. But not in beds, like a normal person.

-Still, you'll be in your own bed in a week, with luck.

-Will we?

If this morning's session goes well, we're on track to sign in seven days.

-Isn't that good news?

-Mmm.

-So, I might go shopping.

-Oh, no.

I think there are some shops in London I have yet to see.

-Should I come with you?

-No, no. You will just be bored.

Go with your father. I'll be fine.

Sasha, have the car come.

-What happened?

-The CIA have moved his stuff to the American Embassy.

-So what now?

-We have to retrieve that laptop, one way or another.

-By retrieve, do we mean steal?

-From the American Embassy?

Why do we need to get it before they do?

-Surely they'll share any information they find?

-We can't rely on that. Not after today.

-That's not my point.

-What's on that laptop that we need to get to first?

-That laptop is our only lead.

-If we let the Americans get to it first, they will bury it.

-A CIA Director is dead

because of what we did this morning. Now you want to steal evidence from the American Embassy?

No. I am Section Chief. I will not condone another illegal and hostile act toward our allies.

Not without proper authorisation and certainly not without knowing why.

You're right, of course. Go back to the grid.

Find the people that killed Jim Coaver.

Thanks for the support(!)

He deserves our trust.

Even if it buries us all?

DOOORBELL RINGS

Thank you for coming.

-Tell me you don't live here.

-Nobody lives here. Well, nobody real.

Best not. We're not supposed to be here.

Elena. Jim Coaver is dead.

-He was murdered this afternoon.

-By whom?

-I don't know. Yet.

-I can't feel sorry. He did try to kill me.

-He denies that.

He says... He SAID...that he wasn't the person that's been running you.

-And you believe him?

-I'm inclined to.

But who would be so desperate to kill the partnership as America?

If it was not Jim then who, Harry?

Who?

Any luck on the recog.

Only one returned match. Jovan Milic. Serbian.

-Of course. The Serbs.

-After the war in Bosnia, he became a mercenary.

Spent some time in Sierra Leone, Colombia.

-Doesn't exactly narrow down who hired him.

-Anything on the van?

They found it in Lewisham in a lay-by.

-Prints? DNA?

-Burnt out.

Ilya. Has he changed over the years?

How do you mean?

As a man. As a...husband.

It took me many years to see him as that.

To begin with I felt like he was...my captor.

But after a while, I realised he and I were both trapped in our own ways.

Me, by my betrayal. Him, by his duty.

For a man you betrayed so completely, you speak fondly of him.

For all I hated his beliefs, his system that he defended.

He was a good man then and he's a good man now.

He never left me standing in Treptower Park with Sasha,

waiting for an extraction that never came.

Why are you asking about Ilya?

I don't believe Jim Coaver was behind what's been happening.

-Which only leaves Ilya.

-No. I don't believe it.

Ilya is a modernist, a politician. He has put all that behind him.

You can't put it behind you. Look at us.

It can't be Ilya.

I share his bed. I would be able to tell.

-Maybe he kept it from you most of all, Elena.

-What are you saying?

-That he might know about us?

-We cannot underestimate him.

Elena.

-Kiss me. It is the least that you can do.

-Elena.

I'm sorry.

I could have done so much more.

Please...please, don't let it be him.

If you think we'll gift-wrap him and drop him at Grosvenor House, you've got another think coming.

Well, this clearly warrants a face-to-face. Today at five?

Good.

Why the hell am I defending Harry?

The Americans want a scalp, I don't blame them.

PHONE RINGS Oh, er...

-I'm sorry, I have to take this.

-Is it Harry?

No, it's er... It's my mother.

Just like old times.

-You look tired.

-I feel tired.

I don't know who to trust any more. That includes myself. What?

Elena Gavrik said the same thing about you.

That you couldn't even trust yourself.

I didn't know what she meant.

You have the wrong idea about Elena and I. I don't blame you.

Guilt can look a lot like love.

I did try to extract Elena and Sasha from Berlin.

I wanted to bring them here, to Britain.

It was Jim Coaver that stopped me.

But the reason I didn't tell you about her wasn't heartbreak.

It was shame.

Shame of my own cowardice.

Really, she's a stranger to me.

But I feel this sense of duty to protect her. And him.

The boy, most of all.

Well, er...

..guilt is something I understand.

And jealousy, too, it would seem.

But both of them can blind you to the truth.

-The truth?

-You said yourself...

whoever's behind this knows about your shared history with Jim and Elena.

'This is beginning to positively reek of Ilya Gavrik.

'Before Coaver died, he said it was all in a file on his laptop.

-'What?

-They've taken that laptop to the American Embassy.'

Someone with a high level of diplomatic clearance might be able to lift it.

Oh, bloody hell. No, you are not serious.

-We'd give you the full backing of the Grid.

-Harry, I'm a civil servant now. I have a PA called Margot.

I don't work for the security services any more.

This will be the last time.

And I will take full responsibility for all my actions

and that includes everything I've asked you to do.

I'm going to stand down after this mess.

-I'll resign my commission, whatever happens.

-I'm not asking you for that.

I know. But we both know it's time.

OK, so I find this laptop, then what?

'Bring it straight to me.

'I need to see Jim's files before anybody else does.'

All right, we're up and running.

I want to be kept updated every step of the way.

-Not staying for the big show?

-I have some thoughts to follow up on.

A "you're so amazing, Calum" would have been nice.

-'Celeste, do you hear me?'

-Copy, Chimera. Approaching the Embassy now.

-Are you sure this earpiece won't set off any alarms?

-'Absolutely.'

Plastic fantastic.

I do appreciate you coming along to this, Ruth. You didn't have to.

I need to learn the ropes, don't I?

Oh, well. Into the Valley Of Death.

Home Secretary.

Good afternoon, this is Ruth Evershed, my Security Adviser.

OK, did we know she was coming?

Miss Evershed has the highest security clearance. It's all been OK'ed.

-By who, sir?

-By the Ambassador.

All right, sir. If you'd like to follow me, I'll take you up.

Hearing everything loud and clear, Celeste.

Now first we need to locate Coaver's laptop.

'Get the USB device I gave you into any computer on the Embassy network.'

If it's connected or even if it's just inventoried,

we'll be able to find that laptop.

I'll can only speak to you in between security sweep cycles so don't panic if comms go dead.

-Clear your throat if you understand.

-RUTH CLEARS THROAT

-Is she in?

-I thought you weren't condoning this.

Thought I'd best see what was going on.

Save me those awkward silences in the witness box.

They're sweeping for bugs, Celeste. We're going dark. Stand by.

If you'd like to take a seat, I'll see if they're ready for you.

-Hello, Richard. Ruth, Richard Croft from the Foreign Office.

-Minister.

-Ruth Evershed, my security adviser.

-Pleased to meet you.

-So, where are we?

Word is they're going to kick a few of our people out of Washington.

Sorry, excuse me one minute.

Hi. I'm sorry to bother you.

-I don't suppose you've got any paracetamol, have you?

-Oh, er...

-paracetamol. You know what, I... I don't. Let me ask around.

-Thank you.

Sure. No problem.

-RICHARD CROFT:

-Word is you've got some maverick running amok in Five.

-She's done it.

-Well done, Celeste.

-She can't hear you.

-How will she know when to remove it?

-She won't, until we're back on line.

Jane, do you have any paracetamol around? OK, thank you.

Come on, where are you?

Thanks.

-This is taking too long.

-Thanks. That's a big help.

I found some for you.

Oh, here's something.

No, it's logged in on the wrong date. It's not Coaver's.

-You're from California?

-Oh, yes.

-I spent an exchange semester there, way back when.

-Oh, really?

-Where were you?

-Er, Berkeley.

-Mm-hmm.

Got it! Storage room C266.

-What d'you study?

-International relations.

-Comms are back open.

-Er, Celeste,

we have the information. You're free disconnect.

-Crikey! Are these Brit-proof?

-Here. D'you want me to try.

-Thanks.

You have to line up the arrows...

-Pop. Yeah. There you go.

-Thanks.

-Find the main corridor that leads to the stairs.

-'Er, do you have a water cooler around here?'

'End of the corridor, turn left.'

'This place is crawling with cameras.'

'It's all right. I'm in complete control.'

Very clever.

-'I'm on the third floor, top of the stairwell.'

-Take the first right.

'Now through the door, right in front of you.'

It's alarmed.

Disengaging it...now.

It's a storage room.

It needs a manual combination.

OK, give me a minute.

-All right, it's one, seven, seven, six.

-1776?

That's unbelievable!

-Argh, it's huge. It's a warehouse.

-Well, it's in there somewhere.

OK, right it's names. Names and dates.

OK, I've got a crate. It's today's date.

-Do you see the laptop?

-Yeah, it's Coaver. Got it.

-Home and dry, Celeste.

-She's wasted on the Home Office.

-Now for the hard drive.

DOOR OPENS

FOOTSTEPS

DOOR CLOSES

The screws have been stripped down. They're not turning.

Towers is being called into the meeting!

-If you don't get back, they'll start looking for you. Get out of there!

-OK, we'll resort to plan B.

'It's a risk. The laptop's been inventoried.'

-They'll know it's missing.

-Yeah, but by then it'll be too late.

'This scan shield better work, like you says it does.'

We'll find out when you walk through security.

That's reassuring. Thank you.

Going dark, Chimera.

Ah, Ruth, we were beginning to think you'd been extraordinarily rendered.

-I'm sorry, this is Ruth Evershed, my Security Adviser.

-Pleased to meet you, Mr Ambassador.

Er, listen, could you do without me on this one?

-What? Why?

-Sorry, I'm not feeling very well.

-Of course, of course.

SECURITY SCANNER BEEPS

Ms Evershed.

-'It's done.'

-You have it?

-'Yes.'

I don't know. I feel like I've been manipulated.

-What?

-'I feel like you told me all those things.'

And they were good things to hear and brave things for you to admit

and then you ask me to do this, to lie to the Home Secretary.

Am I just another asset to you, Harry? Like Elena was?

'Maybe all you feel for me is guilt.'

They look the same, you said so yourself.

You're reading too much into this. I'm not exactly known for my tact.

This is the man who proposed to you at a funeral, remember?

Yeah, that's true. You do have the most awful timing.

'That is true.'

-Er, should I bring it to the Grid?

-No. To my house.

Your house? No, no, it'll be encrypted.

'Come on. All those years at Cheltenham?'

You can read whatever there is to be read.

Let's just keep it contained, all right?

All right. I'll see you there.

The van used to transport Coaver was bought with cash from a second-hand dealership in Coventry.

-You got CCTV?

-This is Sanzo Morales.

He's a legend in the bomb-making world. Cut his teeth with Forma, trained up the Basques.

Did some work for Mossad too. Another mercenary.

Looks like someone hired a small private army.

-What have you dug upon our mystery kidnappers?

-Not much on two of them.

We don't even know who number three is.

We're assuming he's a mercenary, like the rest of them.

-You pulled everything you can get from other agencies?

-Yes.

-Cross-referenced the two names you do have on our systems?

-Yeah.

Cross-referenced them with index-linked global military databases, both active and defunct?

No? What do you people do all week?

Oh!

Rustam Ilescu.

-Hello, Agent Glenn.

-Moldovan-born merc, US educated.

-The whole gang is there.

-Gang is right. Seems like he's the ringleader of this lot.

Recruited the other two in Kosovo, training the Liberation Army.

Then again for assassination missions in Chechnya. Oh.

-That's not good.

-What is it?

In between leaving the Moldovan army and becoming a mercenary,

Ilescu spent three years as a private bodyguard.

For Ilya Gavrik.

Start running image traces on all the CCTV we can. Dimitri, double-check the border agency.

Nothing's flagged up so far but we need to be certain these people aren't still in the country.

And find out where Gavrik is.

No, it's not right.

You're stalling for time.

-You have five more attempts before I kill you.

-You won't.

You don't know me and you don't know who I've killed.

Now open these files!

-D?

-Got passport data for everyone fitting the bill who's left the country since the kidnapping.

They're still here.

Credit card activity linked to the same address registered to Morales' forged driving license.

Chuck it to my screen. Transaction's only just been processed.

400 quid spend at... SGH Motor Sales. Three hours ago.

I think they just bought another vehicle.

-Are we going to be there on time, Christopher?

-Yes, sir.

-Shame.

Still. Bad form to keep the PM waiting, I suppose.

CAR BRAKES SCREECH

-Bloody hell!

-Stay in the car, sir!

-That was a bomb.

-No.

-I know the sound...

-Keep working!

Sasha, please. Sasha, listen to me!

PHONE BEEPS

Home Secretary, how are you?

You'll have to speak up. I can hardly hear a thing.

Do you even know who's responsible?

My driver is dead. He has three daughters, Harry. Three!

I mean, what bloody use are you if this can happen?!

PHONE RINGS

-Erin?

-'The people who planted the bomb are the ones who took Jim Coaver.

'Hired mercenaries, top level, no political affiliation.'

But Harry...the ringleader used to be Gavrik's personal bodyguard.

Harry?

-It's gone.

-What?

-The hard drive. I'm so sorry.

-Gone?

-I couldn't stop him.

-Who?

-Sasha. He took it. I'm so sorry.

The Prime Minister has cancelled his trade trip to the Far East

following today's car bomb attack on Home Secretary William Towers

in which his driver, 33-year-old Christopher Waverly, was killed.

The minister himself sustained only minor injuries.

As yet, no group has claimed responsibility for the attack.

The BBC understands that there is concern at Downing Street

that the incident could affect the ongoing strategic partnership discussions

between Russia and the UK.

The Partnership, which would see British trade, defence

and energy interests allied closely with their Russian counterparts...

DOORBELL RINGS ..is seen by the government as key to...

I come in peace.

But I am, of course, prepared for war, should you prefer it.

We have houses like this in Russia.

Old soldiers of the Cold War live in them.

They are smaller than this and yet still too big.

It's very good of you to come all this way just to give me tips on home decor, Ilya.

I say it so you understand. I do not live in a house like this.

I have a wife and a son.

I have a tortoise in the garden, if you can believe that.

We have friends and relatives.

It is a place full of life.

It is a miracle for anyone to find love, Harry,

and especially people like us.

You cannot find the same solace in ideology.

You have to take a hold of love when you find it,

however imperfect, whatever the compromise, whatever the cost.

So, whilst I still work for Russia...

..I no longer have any dreams for her, nor any enmity towards the West.

We are all of us faded empires.

Whether we sign this treaty or not is of no personal interest. Me?

I have a tortoise in the garden. And you know what's funny?

-He looks a lot like you.

-Sounds idyllic,

until you consider all the people you've executed to get there.

And, of course, you've never killed anyone, Harry.

The difference is, I changed my life.

It gets so much easier to kill as we rise.

All we have to do is pick up the phone. And I hate that.

I want the gun to be in my hand. Not in some boy's I have ordered.

Sitting behind a desk, being God?

That way lies a black soul.

A cold heart.

I didn't want to be you.

What do you want, Ilya?

I know Elena spied for you.

The KGB took her, less than two years after you fled from Berlin.

She was suspected of espionage, interrogated.

I thought at first it was a mistake. I soon realised it was not.

I felt betrayed, of course.

But I couldn't bear the thought of losing her.

I did everything I could.

Pleaded her innocence, even as I knew her guilt.

And...miraculously...it worked.

They let her go.

I never told her I was the one who secured her freedom.

-So, all this time, you knew.

-That you had turned her.

That she had spied for you.

That she had loved you. And that it had ended.

Not many people live with betrayals.

It may be the least I deserve.

And look at you. What do you have to show for all these years?

I have a house and a wife and a son.

And a tortoise in the garden.

PHONE RINGS

ANSWERPHONE BEEPS

'Harry it's Towers. This thing with Jim Coaver.

'The Americans are proving difficult to appease and want their human sacrifice.

'I'll see you later but I wanted to send you an early smoke signal.

'give you a few hours, in case there's anything you need to...

'wrap up.'

The Americans want you.

I'm afraid we're going to have to give you to them.

Jim Coaver died in your custody.

Whatever he might have done, he was a CIA Deputy Director

and you're at least partly responsible for his death.

'They also seem to think you purloined some laptop or other.'

We'll look after you once you're over there,

make sure you're not in an orange jumpsuit having country music blasted at you day and night.

Will you go quietly or are you going to make a stink?

I'll go quietly if you do one thing.

Bring forward the signing of the Russian partnership to today.

Do it now to avoid any further attacks. Are the terms in place?

-Nearly.

-Then sign it today.

You wouldn't refuse my last request?

What happened to you, Harry?

-I'll come and see you before you go. And I'll give evidence, I'll do whatever...

-No.

Sorry you got roped in again.

It's odd.

I've put in an offer on a house.

It's in Suffolk, on the coast. It's lovely.

But the thing is...

-I can't picture myself actually living there.

-You keep trying.

If you manage to form a semblance of a normal life after...everything,

it'll be your crowning achievement.

-Wait, Harry, no, this can't be the end.

-Well, let's pretend it isn't.

'This is Sabre One, we're bringing him in.'

Jim Coaver served with my father in the 82nd Airborne.

You appear to have suffered a fall.

Let us know if you feel you require medical attention.

-I have to see Harry. I have new information.

-I'm afraid that's impossible.

He's being taken to the US to answer questions about Coaver's death.

There's a US Hercules flying out of Welford. Secure diplomatic flight. I'm betting Harry'll be on it.

-We could try a direct extraction.

-Stay where you are, both of you!

Jesus wept, Harry, what are you playing at?!

Then we must resort to the contingency plan, immediately.

-There is a Russian ultra-nationalist terrorist inbound to Heathrow.

-God help us!

So leave the Service. With me. While we still know who we are.

-ILYA:

-I speak with the full authority of my government. Reprisals will be immediate.

We're facing a terrorist threat. You're threatening us with an act of war!

-Where is my son?

-Harry!

-He's with me and so is your wife.

-You won't!

-Then I'm coming to get my family.

You couldn't possibly get here before she tells me the truth.

Harry, you better be more certain about this than anything you've ever told me.