Spooks s04e10 Episode Script
Diana
You cannot override the White House and expect no repercussions You're out Harry.
I may not be your boss any more, Ruth, but there's no need to be insulting.
I have something for you.
Wahtever happend in the past, our job is to deal with the present danger.
We won't get a second chance to find this weapon.
It has to be this way.
Nancy offered me your job.
What did you say? Told them they couldn't afford me.
It's good to have you back.
It's good to be back.
If we fail, then a lot of unpleasantness will come our way.
FAINT VOICES GUNSHOT Oh, no! Peter.
Oh, Peter! What have they done to you? What have they done to you? Ruth, it's all right.
It's me.
Angela.
Put the light on.
Thought I'd wait for you in the warm.
I said put the light on! I could have injured you with this.
Why you so jumpy? You ARE a burglar! How did you get in? If I were you I'd get Malcolm and his techies to up your security.
Malcolm is still at Thames House? Maybe.
We'll set him a test.
Get him to upgrade and see if I can still get in! What do you want? You've forgotten the date, haven't you? Oh no.
I'm so sorry.
Peter killed himself a year ago tomorrow.
Oh, Angela.
I wanted to marry him, you know.
I proposed to him! After they fired him from the Royal Protection Unit.
I thought you broke up after that? We pretended to.
It was his idea.
To protect my career in MI5.
What did he say? No.
We saw each other though.
Like spy lovers avoiding the spies.
Why didn't you help him, Ruth? How? You know how tight they are about Royal Protection.
You were his sister.
Stepsister.
You were in GCHQ.
At the nerve centre.
You could've helped him.
He was protecting Princess Diana! When they found out how bad his drinking was, they fired him.
He couldn't go on being near her.
They fired him because he found out about the plot.
What plot? The plan by the security services to assassinate Diana.
Which succeeded.
That is insane.
You know it is.
Peter was fired on 1st August 1997.
On the 31st August, they killed her.
The nation's heart.
No.
It was a car crash.
An accident.
No, it was murder.
And I can prove it.
We'll need to get an MD viewer.
Well, actually Bring work home do you? When did you get that done? Undercover with the INLA in '92.
That was a great operation.
The Contingent Events Committee.
This is a "no eyes" document.
It's meant to be destroyed after it's read.
How did you get it? It was in Peter's things.
How did he get it? From Diana herself, of course.
And how did she get it? She was a very clever woman.
Angela, you could go to jail for having this.
Why do you think I microfilmed it and hid it in my tooth? It's not funny.
Read the next page.
PD? Princess Diana.
Harry? Oh, yes.
I've never heard of the Contingent Events Committee.
Of course you haven't.
File number 954396G130497.
The last six numbers must be the date 13th April 1997.
You can start by looking to see if Harry's diary for then still exists.
Can start what? Our investigation! We've got to get details of how they organised the crash in Paris.
And murdered her.
This is just one more crack-pot conspiracy theory.
Think, Ruth.
A "no eyes" document.
The security forces killed the People's Princess! It's the greatest scandal of the age.
Your brother killed himself because he couldn't prove it.
You can.
And you want to, I know you do.
Stop it.
Stop it! Do it for Peter.
No.
Then do it for the country.
It's madness.
All right, I'll go.
But I know the spook inside you is saying, "What if?".
What if, Ruth? Home time soon.
Do you fancy a drink? Erm, don't know, maybe.
You seem a bit down today.
Oh, it's a funny throat.
Want a lozzy? No.
No I'm fine.
I'm going to send this back to registry.
You done with that one? Not quite, no.
Did Steinberg show? No, no sign.
Nine days of obbo and not a whiff.
You coming to The George tonight? Yes, please.
Ruth? What? George? Tonight? No Er, Adam! Yes, Ruth? I, er, no, it doesn't matter.
I just came across something.
Have you heard of the Contingent Events Committee? Can't say that I have.
What is it? That's what I was going to ask you.
It could be clandestine.
You mean attached to Anti-Terrorism? I don't know.
Anti-Terrorism Sub Committees are top secret but they're listed.
Ask Harry.
He loves clandestine.
Yeah, but don't mention it to him.
I mean, I'll talk to him.
No need for you to.
What's the matter? Nothing.
Isn't that? Hello everyone, I've got a special treat for you.
Angela Wells.
Oh God.
Miss Wells.
Zafar Younis, Field Officer.
Very, very pleased to meet you.
And I you, Mr.
Younis.
Ah this is Jo Portman, Junior Field Officer.
Jo.
Glad to meet you.
You're a legend.
Am I? Sweet of you to say so.
We've never met.
Adam Carter, Intelligence Officer.
I joined after you left.
Recruited from MI6, weren't you? Yeah.
I heard.
Old spies don't die, they just sit with their ears to the wall.
I'm very sorry about your wife.
Accept my sympathy for your loss.
Thank you.
Hello, Ruth.
Hello, Angela.
To what do we owe this visitation? Thought I'd come and see you, Harry.
I smuggled her in.
Since she's retired and doesn't have any passes.
Tut, tut.
I've got to be at Downing Street five minutes ago! Learn from this woman.
She's got a lot to give.
Harry.
Juliet.
Glory, Miss Wells! So long.
Is the tooth? Still operational.
Tooth? One of Malcolm's greatest ideas.
Spectacular dentistry.
Ruth? Harley Street dentist did it, under the Official Secret's Act.
And anaesthetic, of course.
What tooth? Microdots.
For when Angela went on the INLA op in '92.
Those were the days.
Oh, that op's famous, they use that in training.
Come into my office, you can tell tall tales to the troops later! No! Get her out! What? Get her out of here, now! Ruth, what's the problem? Oh, I don't think I'm going to leave this early, do you, Ruth? I think you better do what she says.
Do you, pretty boy? What? Please.
All of you.
Do pay attention to me.
This is a trigger.
It sends a signal to there.
The explosive's concentrate 34, plastic explosive, developed by the Ministry of Defence.
It's concealed in the sides and bottom.
This trigger, and the detonator which I can operate with the flick of my thumb, is an old but reliable Czech system called a Seva Gola.
It has a range of 100 metres.
Malcolm, explain what this means.
Oh.
Well, concentrate 34 is very powerful, it's a very sweet explosive.
Sweet? I mean effective Effective, yes.
One ounce is equivalent to at least a kilo of TNT.
I have five ounces.
Do go on.
TheSevo Gola remote detonation system was developed by the Czech Secret Service way back in the '70s.
It's never been bettered for reliability.
Tell us what the effect would be if I pressed this button.
It would kill all of us.
And probably many more people in the building.
Actually, the building itself probably wouldn't survive.
Well, Harry, looks like you've been hand-bagged.
What do you want us to do, Angela? I want you to order a lock-down.
If I order a lock-down now, the whole building will know we've got a problem.
Don't pretend to be thick, Harry.
Not a real one.
Tell the switchboard you're calling a lock-down exercise, to isolate the Grid.
Intruder containment? Tell them it's an exercise when it's the real thing? Neat, eh? You! Lock the pods.
Right.
How do I do that? Don't be a smart-arse.
Do it.
Done.
Now, Harry, call the switchboard.
Lock-down exercises are usually called by the Harry! All of you! You have got to co-operate! I AM prepared to die! Understand that! This is Harry Pearce, Section D.
I am ordering a spot lock-down commencing in 15 seconds.
Disconnect all telephones and communication lines.
You'll be contacted by messenger when to reconnect.
Now, Angela, can we? Wait! You! Cut the top off that water cooler.
Right, all mobile phones in there.
You know what this is about, don't you? No talking! No talking! Right, briefing.
Tell them, Ruth.
Tell what? The reason I'm doing this! Angela, you will never get away with it.
I don't care.
I told you I couldn't help you.
No, you refused to help.
Different thing.
This won't bring Peter back.
This isn't about Peter.
It's about this profession, this country, that we're supposed to protect but which turns on its own.
Tell them.
Angela believes that Princess Diana was murdered by the British Security Services.
By us.
What's funny? Nothing.
You find that funny? No.
Funny? That your boss was on a committee that ordered the faking of the car accident which killed Diana? Angela, what are you talking about? I'm talking about you being chair of the Contingent Events Committee.
The what? The committee that organised then ordered the assassination.
This is madness.
You can't deny there was such a committee.
I can.
Angela, you must let us help you.
Peter Haigh.
Do any of you, apart from her, know who he was? You don't, do you, you bastards! Peter Haigh.
He was fired from the Royal Protection Unit attached to Diana.
Clever as well as pretty! What was he fired for? He had a problem.
Indeed he did.
He knew the truth! It was an alcohol problem.
He drank because of the truth.
Very good people often do.
I loved him.
She didn't, even though he was her brother.
Yes, I remember.
He was your stepbrother, wasn't he, Ruth? Yes.
Angela, if this is about family Peter knew what your committee was planning.
But they fired him before he could prove it, let alone stop it.
There never was such a committee.
Oh, yes, there was! No, Zaf! No! It's all right.
Karate kid? That it? Martial art training, didn't get it in my day.
It's a CIA fad.
Nearly got you all blown up, Harry.
And you.
And me.
You don't care about yourself? Me, I'd be pleased to join the hail of human mincemeat if I pressed this.
Right! New arrangement.
Someone get me some handcuffs.
Handcuffs! Come on, standard field issue, good old-fashioned bobby's handcuffs! Get me two pairs.
Put one cuff on her wrist.
And the other cuff on the handles of my so expensive, beautiful Italian leather handbag.
Bought it for a wedding, by the way.
The other pair on the desk.
Everyone back! Way back! NowGiggler.
We're going to go, quietly, into the meeting room.
These are my demands.
I want to know details of how Diana was murdered, with hard, incontrovertible evidence of the conspiracy.
I want documents on Royal Security, how it could have been breached, and how she was murdered.
Then I want the evidence taken to every newspaper and television room.
When that is done I will disarm my Italian handbag and surrender to you.
You can do what you want with me.
What if there is no conspiracy? Are you going to blow yourself up anyway and us along with you? Prove Peter wasn't lying, and live.
Put me be with the bag.
Jo is a junior officer.
Oh, stop being a leader, pretty boy.
I mean, I know you're a resourceful lot.
You'll go into a huddle and plot.
You're spooks, it's your nature.
But I've had the training too, remember, so don't be stupid.
I was better at the game than the lot of you.
Except perhaps you, Harry.
I couldn't have murdered Diana.
You've got until dawn.
And just to impress on you how serious I am I want to die, really.
I really do.
Come on, Giggler.
Every 30 minutes he reports to me.
Don't let me get too suicidal.
Would you like a coffee or tea, or something? I'm sure that someone Or some water? I joined the service because of you.
Not exactly but, you were held up to us.
You were a heroine.
Giggler, stop it.
I just always wanted to meet you.
Yes, dreamt of becoming my friend, haven't you, while being handcuffed to five ounces of plastic explosive? No.
You are trying to get into the first step of the hostage and siege procedural manual.
Personalise the situation.
So that I will break down and say, "Oh, I am sorry, I didn't realise you were a human being".
Listen.
The only human being I care about blew his brains out.
I cradled him in my arms, his blood all over me.
Now shut up! 'The trouble is it's an old device.
' It's operated by a radio signal.
Can't we neutralise it? Short-range high frequency.
If it was modern, maybe we could mess with it but it's old technology.
The best for this type of job.
Where the hell did she get it from? Agents do tend to build up private collections of equipment over the years.
Someone in here walked off with a micro-dot reader.
Treat this as an operation.
Adam, you're in charge.
I'll dig into the files, see if I can profile her.
Is there no physical way we can get to her? We've got mace and firearms, but with that Seva Gola, it's too risky.
We're into mind games, then.
Umm, don't underestimate this woman.
She mastered in psychological manipulation.
Keep it simple.
We'll prove that she was right.
Even if she's wrong? Absolutely.
And send a false story to the media? It won't be false though, will it? It'll be how MI5 murdered Diana.
Don't get you.
I want you to put together how MI5 could have murdered Diana.
The most convincing case.
And that's what we'll sell to her.
All right.
Malcolm, see if there's anyway you can knock her out in there, bearing in mind Jo's with her.
Will do.
Ruth, I want to talk to you.
Good.
But first, Colin, come with me.
Looks like Adam Carter's running the op.
As you'd expect.
Is he the wonder boy they say he is? Giggler, I asked you a question.
My name's Jo.
No, it isn't.
I'm de-personalising you to Giggler so that when you start telling me about your sick mother or your pussy cat at home, I don't break down in tears and say, "Sorry, sorry you can go.
" Adam's brilliant at his job, yes.
Mmm.
What do you think his game plan is? I don't know.
Guess.
As a promising spook.
You must make judgements about his decisions all the time.
Don't you want his job some time in the future? He's going to do what you want.
Is he? Yes.
I think not.
I suspect Adam Carter's deeply devious.
No? Can you warn them outside to clear the rest of the building? Not with a lock-down.
No way.
Short of digging our way out.
Could you do that? Well, the main ventilation shaft's on the other side of that wall.
Can you get through it? We can try.
OK, just one of you do it.
The rest of us will have to stay in view.
Colin? Right.
OK.
If you can get a hole big enough, go through it.
What's this? The tunnel in Paris, where she crashed.
To help us think.
Good.
You all right? This woman's a heavyweight.
I don't think we're anywhere near knowing what her real game is.
Mind games, Giggler.
That's what we're in for.
But Adam Carter could get you killed, along with all your friends.
But, you being so close to the explosion, there'll be hardly anything left of you for your poor sick mother to bury.
How do you know my mum's sick? Oh, is she? How did you know that? Mind-reading.
Like the psychics, the palm readers.
A simple technique, mention a few commonplace things, cat, mother, something's bound to be true.
What is it, cancer? You bitch.
Yes.
Circumstances can change you wonderfully.
We are what happens to us, don't you find that to be true? Looks like Ruth's about to own up.
Ruth? She's been a naughty girl.
I wanted to love her, you know.
She could have been my sister too.
You knew about this.
She came to see me last night.
She what? I sent her away.
I didn't have an inkling Well, why didn't you report it? Guilt? Yes, say guilt.
My stepbrother, Angela and me, it was complicated.
For God's sake, Ruth.
She gave me this.
It's MD film.
I got in early and blew it up.
PD.
Princess Diana.
Harry's name's attached.
Yes.
There's something else.
Harry's diary.
Entry for 13th April, 1997.
Look at the morning - meeting.
So? All the other meetings in the afternoon are marked.
This isn't.
The dates, his name - he must have been at the Contingent Events Committee.
This is nonsense.
You mean it's a fake? Of course it's a fake! Dreamt up by some spotty paranoid.
There's a whole snake-pit of Diana conspiracy theories out there.
Where did you get it from anyway? Let's just deal with the situation we have here.
Harry, are you sure this Committee never existed? Of course.
And you never served on it? Well, since it never existed, obviously I did not! Have you found anything we can use to get at this woman? I'm not past the basic biog details yet which are dazzling.
Newnham College Cambridge, double first in modern languages.
Athlete, University Blue in the 10, 000m, almost made the 1984 Olympics.
Fast-tracked to the Home Office and to us.
And to cap it all, her father was the Bishop of Norwich.
The makings of a heroine.
Or a serious lunatic.
Why didn't you show him the diary? Because I think this committee really existed.
An MI5 committee? That organised the death of Princess Diana? So, Angela's right? What kind of organisation are we working for? State assassins? You know we've killed people.
Terrorists! Where do you draw the line? You draw the line with her, a woman the people loved.
It's like a coup against the nation's heart.
Calm down.
We'll take it step by step.
To confront Harry, we need proof, confirmation from another source.
The trouble is because of the lock-down, we can't make e-mail enquiries, even internally.
We can't access the records of other departments, MI6 We can get into our own data banks though? Yes.
So work with that.
Right.
Now what are YOU up to? Take the cutting arm off? Use it as a knife? Great.
You OK? Don't talk to her.
She's roughing you up so that we worry about you as a hostage.
Oh, Adam Carter.
Don't let her do it.
What is Malcolm doing with a guillotine? Planning to cut off your head! He's making a chart display.
Really.
So apart from putting up a few pictures, what else have you achieved? We've only had a half an hour.
Bring me everything on Royal security protocol.
Somehow in Paris MI5 got around security measures.
I want all the documents, every scrap.
Maybe I'll find out how MI5 did this before you do.
Sure.
Get on with it.
Any sign of them? Sign of what? Don't play the silly billy! Minutes of the meeting where they decided to kill her.
That's what I need.
What if they don't exist? They exist! Security protocols? That's all we can find.
Who's working my profile up? Harry? I'll lose my patience.
Suddenly.
I'm very impulsive, you see.
I'm in despair, you see.
That much.
Bear that in mind.
But you must know it's not true.
You must.
You know what this country lacks? A culture of death.
We used to have one of those, when we were Christian.
OK, I'm ready.
Now don't forget we're only playing "what if?".
You mean what if Harry organised the assassination of Princess Diana? I think he could have.
You don't mean that! Don't I? It's the conspiracy theories, they suck you in.
Yeah, they do.
Some say it was caused by Satanists because Diana's Mercedes crashed into the 13th pillar in the tunnel.
Or that the limo was stolen by the Israeli Secret Service.
The steering was modified so it could be controlled by a remote radio signal.
Now Mossad did it? No.
MI5 and MI6 did it in a joint operation.
And I'll show you how.
The British Embassy in Paris denied ever knowing that Diana had arrived in Paris.
But they did.
And the night before she arrived at the Ritz, two very high-ranking MI6 Officers arrived at the Embassy.
Do you know who they were? Yep, Mace and Siviter.
The heavy brigade.
The point is, everything at the hotel was orchestrated.
Look at this.
What do you see? It's a classic stake-out procedure.
Everything can be observed and overheard, but everything looks natural.
What's this? How we killed the Princess.
At the front of the hotel were paparazzi.
They were in a frenzy to get quotes and photographs.
But were they all really journalists? Three of them, leading the jostling and shouting, can never be traced.
And British security officers had been picked up on the hotel's CCTV loitering around all day.
So what's going on? MI5 wanted Diana's party to switch cars.
The Mercedes S600 parked at the front of the hotel, was heavy and armoured.
But the alternative car, parked at the rear of the hotel, is a light Mercedes S280.
A much, much easier target.
And driven by Henri Paul, head of Security at the Ritz but not the regular driver.
And he was drunk.
No, no he wasn't.
Now that's the MI5/MI6 cover story, "Diana killed in drunk-drive accident.
" Henri Paul reported for duty at 10pm.
No-one reported him drunk.
On CCTV his movements are normal.
The autopsy after his death in the crash showed his liver was normal.
The police say the car left the Ritz at great speed.
CCTV footage shows it left at normal speed.
And a few days earlier he passed a rigorous medical exam to renew his pilot's licence.
He flew light aircraft.
Yeah, but the police found high alcohol content in his blood.
Yeah, but it wasn't his blood! His family claim the samples were mixed up or even switched.
The sample that was supposed to be Henri Paul's contained a large amount of carbon monoxide.
It belonged to a suicide who'd drunk a lot before he killed himself by car exhaust fumes.
OK, so an MI5/MI6 field team get Diana out of her usual car and into a more vulnerable one with a less experienced driver.
What then? Then they assassinate her by staging the accident and they do it like this.
The road by the Seine goes into a tunnel.
Henri Paul accelerates to get away from the paparazzi who are following on motorbikes.
Behind, is a big white Mercedes.
This is the control vehicle for the operation.
Behind that, is a small, white Fiat Uno.
The Fiat Uno overtakes first the control vehicle and then, when Diana's car is deep inside the tunnel and most at risk, it pulls alongside.
It was driven by agents to distract Henri Paul at the crucial moment.
The Fiat Uno pulls away and behind there comes a motorbike with a pillion rider and this pillion rider is carrying a hand-held strobe light.
This strobe, smaller than a cigar, is tuned to a cycle of 12 hertz per second.
The strobe blinds Henri Paul, just for a moment, but that's all it takes.
The car crashes.
The People's Princess dies.
At the 13th pillar.
And Satan has his way.
I'm believing it.
Oh God.
OK, if we have to, that's the story we'll give to Angela.
Story or truth? Protect the heart of the nation - that's what we're meant to do in this job.
Instead did we rip it out? I've found a trace of the committee.
Look.
These are registry files cached on our system.
It's a backup.
When you delete a file a tag remains.
The file's still on the hard drive? No, it's been over-wiped manually.
But? BUT back in the '90s, a hacker got into the Thames House system.
You mean that nine year-old from Macclesfield? Yes.
Well, he used a keystroke virus.
And it's still filed in a quarantine folder and on it there's a log of file names.
So the file existed.
So did the committee.
And Harry's on it.
What are we going to do? They've discovered something.
Your big idea, Pretty Boy? Dig a hole, your idea! I felt the vibrations in the wall.
Ah, every man's dream - escape from Stalag 13! All right, I'm stopping.
There's steel bars in the bloody way anyway.
Get out! Dawn! You've got till dawn! Harry.
You denied it to Angela's face.
Tactical reasons, I can see that.
But I have to ask you again, did you ever serve on something called the Contingent Events Committee? This is a print-out from the registry computer.
The record of the committee meeting was overwritten.
I have retrieved a mention of it.
Also this is your diary, from 1997.
there is an entry for a morning-long meeting.
This is the same date as that on the micro dot document.
Yes.
Yes, what? Yes, the committee existed.
And I was a member.
You mean you planned Diana's death in Paris? Yes.
Why? The woman was unstable.
There were fears she was being manipulated by undesirable influences.
She was causing untold damage to the very central pillar of the British State, the Royal Family itself.
It was felt if an accident could be arranged, there would be outpourings of grief which would, paradoxically, unite the nation.
We were right in that.
You killed her.
What are you going to do? Tell Angela.
Er, lift the lock-down.
Call Special Branch, to arrest you for conspiracy to murder.
Better do it, then.
It will defuse this terrible situation.
Unless, after all it's not true.
Of course it's not true.
I should bloody well think not! Have you two lost your reason? The committee was there to operate worse-case-scenario exercises.
Imagine the worst to be able to prevent it.
We had to look at Diana being murdered.
The Government were terrified about what might happen.
She was a loose cannon.
Out at all hours, all over the world, with men.
She was an irresistible target to the loonies who are swarming across this planet.
We had to look at it.
What did you fear the most? An attack in a car, being pursued by paparazzi.
Probably overtaken by a motorcyclist.
A pillion rider could easily shoot out the car tyres using a 5.
7.
I've not Ultra light weapon, fires a frangible bullet.
Blow out the tyres, car crashes, preferably in a closed space.
Dear God.
You predicted her death.
Yes.
But it was an accident.
We were terrified.
We tried to cover all traces of the scenario document.
But bureaucracy always leaves a slime trail.
I've got to go and give her something.
Zaf's faking the document, I could make her buy that.
No.
We've got to get her to surrender to us.
And you shouldn't do it.
No, there's too much between her and me.
You mean Peter Haigh.
I'm sorry, Ruth, I've been busy looking at the psychiatric assessment reports.
Hers and yours.
My file? The key is your stepbrother.
There is something you can tell her, isn't there, Ruth? No.
Let me take her Zaf's material.
You try and sell her a pup, this building will be rubble in seconds.
Don't forget, we're talking about Angela Wells! Ruth Ruth What do you want? Let her go and I'll tell you.
No, no.
There was a committee.
Harry sat on it.
He worked out how to kill Diana.
Oh, my God.
Let her go and I'll tell you more.
Go.
The plan to kill Diana was to fire a disintegrating bullet from the pillion of a passing motorbike.
The front tyre bursts, the car crashes.
Peter was right.
No, he wasn't.
Harry's committee was examining worst-case scenarios.
The horrible thing is they nearly predicted the crash.
But they didn't cause it.
There was no motorbike assassin, no plot.
Just fate.
Are you trying to get us all killed? No, Angela.
I've got to tell you something.
About something that happened when he was 20 and I was 18.
You slept with him.
Is that what you're trying to tell me? You see, there were rows.
His father wasn't getting on with my mother, we saw they were going to break up and Peter and I, we got close to each other.
No.
We We fell in love.
We ran off together.
For a mad week.
To Blackpool.
Blackpool It was winter.
The town was all shut up, it was it was oddly beautiful.
We stayed in about the only B&B that was still open.
You see, it shouldn't have been my mother and his father who met.
It should have been me and Peter.
When we went back, there were terrible scenes.
Strangely it patched things up between our parents.
And I I just left.
That's why you never got on with me.
You were still in love with him.
Yes.
He always drank, Angela.
Most of the time in Blackpool I was drunk with him.
He was a dreamer.
And in love with me.
Always.
Never with you.
No.
Don't.
CLICK Well done.
You think so? You broke her.
Maybe I broke me, too.
That's adrenaline withdrawal.
Is it? Good.
Thank you.
Ruth I lied.
I told her I'd slept with my stepbrother.
I sold myself, my feelings, to manipulate her.
You think I'm a limited man.
You think I don't understand the emotional side.
Self control, self denial, these are the things which keep us together in this job.
You told a huge lie about your personal life.
I can't bear that I did.
Aren't you proud you had the nerve to do it? It was horrible.
Aren't you proud you told the lie? Aren't you proud you talked Angela out of that room? Oh, God forgive me.
You're a born spook, Ruth.
I stole the MD reader.
Then return it.
There IS plastic explosive.
But no mechanism.
I've had an idea.
So we're all agreed.
This is our decision.
I'm sorry but I hate it.
She was vicious to me.
Jo, you and I never knew this woman.
In her time she saved many, many lives.
We have a debt to her.
It could be any one of us sitting in that chair.
Angela, we've got a proposition for you.
We're going to treat you as a victim in the field.
You mean that? Thank you.
Thank you.
ANGELA: I've ruined everything I believed in.
I've destroyed myself.
It's OK.
No, this is wrong, you can't just let her go! It's a spook tradition.
If one of us goes to pieces during an op in the field, we get them out of trouble.
But this wasn't an op.
To her, it was.
There are conditions.
Silence.
Yes.
You leave the country.
We never see you again.
If we do, we throw you to the wolves.
Yes.
Thank you.
I lost my way so badly.
I must smarten up before I leave.
Without your handbag, I'm afraid.
Zaf, get a messenger down to Control.
Tell them to lift the lock-down.
How do we explain a hole in the wall to Internal Services? Mice.
Jo? Steep learning curve.
I feel like I'm on one, too.
The trouble is it's curving down, not up.
Angela was the last person I expected to see in pieces.
Hiya.
You two look like death, you been out late with Angela? No, after she left, we had a night-long lock-down exercise.
Did you? That's very keen of you.
General sharpening up, I thought.
Excuse me.
I'm glad Angela's visit inspired such dedication to staff training.
Bit late in the day Harry! There's a document missing.
What document? I made a list of all the papers we showed to Angela, and they're all here but for one.
Has she taken something? Yes.
It's the report we did last year on the new security measures at Buckingham Palace.
It was a blind.
It's her MO, she twists and turns so we don't see her real target.
Which is? The Royal Family.
Adam Carter.
A woman's just left the building, stop her! Her Majesty is at Buckingham Palace.
I want a double A national alert.
Get me Sir Petrie Meacham.
I'm moving the Royal Family to Pegasus.
Pegasus? Top-security royal protection bunker.
Sorry, will someone tell me what's going on? I fear we may have a situation.
SIRENS WAIL Yes, yes, we're fully up to speed.
The family will be with us in three minutes.
Nothing.
We've got 250 officers in and outside the palace.
She can't have slipped through that.
Maybe she's waiting.
No, she'd move at once in case we got onto her.
Which we did.
Did Princess Diana ever go to Pegasus? Yes, in 1987.
Was Peter Haigh assigned to the princess in '87? Yes.
Are you thinking? He could have told her about Pegasus.
This is the most secret installation.
There's no way a lunatic could get in here.
You mean a lunatic like her? You mean this is her? When did you employ her? Seven months ago.
As an electrician.
You let that woman get at the electrical system? She passed all the vetting.
Where's your LEX control panel? Down here.
Ruth, get Malcolm over here! What do you think she's done? In seven months, with her know-how? Something nasty.
We have to get the Royal Family out of there.
I don't think that's possible.
What do you mean? I must call the bomb squad.
No time.
Malcolm? There's strong readings for explosives but I can't see Oh, no.
She's coated the wires themselves and replaced the casings.
It must have taken her months.
The entire building's rigged to explode.
Adam, speak to me.
Malcolm You had no idea which wire to cut.
Well, it was one of them, why not all of them? Have you any idea how dangerous that was? Not as dangerous as standing here and waiting for the clock to hit zero.
Yes, I know.
I froze.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
All secure? Yeah.
The Royals got to Scotland yet? On their way.
Malcolm? I sent him back to Thames House in a car.
He OK? Fine.
Malcolm! Nice work, Malcolm.
Adam told us how you cut the wires, stopped the device with seconds to spare.
Terrific, Malcolm.
He said that? When he phoned in his field report.
He was full of praise.
I see.
We couldn't protect the Queen in our most secure bunker.
We stopped the bomb.
Not the bomber.
We'll find her.
If we don't, hell will have to be paid.
Malcolm? Adam's report was wrong.
I panicked.
He covered for me, I can't let him do that.
Yes, you can.
No.
You see, bravery's something I dread.
This is the Coriolanus nightmare.
The greatest fighter in your army turns against you to destroy all you stand for.
She staged the whole thing just so that we'd put the Royal Family into Pegasus.
I hate the fact that she knew we'd let her go.
She knew we'd treat her as a victim in the field and let her walk out of the building.
We had no choice, it's the code.
Time to get rid of it.
You can't! What if one of us goes to pieces in the field? Angela Wells is beyond any code now.
There is still a way we could help her.
PHONE RINGS What do you mean? Kill her.
Yes.
I want the anti-terrorist committee to declare special powers.
INAUDIBLE Get me the Home Secretary now.
I want authorisation to shoot to kill.
SCREAMING Get inside! Get inside! DVB Conversion by reirei
I may not be your boss any more, Ruth, but there's no need to be insulting.
I have something for you.
Wahtever happend in the past, our job is to deal with the present danger.
We won't get a second chance to find this weapon.
It has to be this way.
Nancy offered me your job.
What did you say? Told them they couldn't afford me.
It's good to have you back.
It's good to be back.
If we fail, then a lot of unpleasantness will come our way.
FAINT VOICES GUNSHOT Oh, no! Peter.
Oh, Peter! What have they done to you? What have they done to you? Ruth, it's all right.
It's me.
Angela.
Put the light on.
Thought I'd wait for you in the warm.
I said put the light on! I could have injured you with this.
Why you so jumpy? You ARE a burglar! How did you get in? If I were you I'd get Malcolm and his techies to up your security.
Malcolm is still at Thames House? Maybe.
We'll set him a test.
Get him to upgrade and see if I can still get in! What do you want? You've forgotten the date, haven't you? Oh no.
I'm so sorry.
Peter killed himself a year ago tomorrow.
Oh, Angela.
I wanted to marry him, you know.
I proposed to him! After they fired him from the Royal Protection Unit.
I thought you broke up after that? We pretended to.
It was his idea.
To protect my career in MI5.
What did he say? No.
We saw each other though.
Like spy lovers avoiding the spies.
Why didn't you help him, Ruth? How? You know how tight they are about Royal Protection.
You were his sister.
Stepsister.
You were in GCHQ.
At the nerve centre.
You could've helped him.
He was protecting Princess Diana! When they found out how bad his drinking was, they fired him.
He couldn't go on being near her.
They fired him because he found out about the plot.
What plot? The plan by the security services to assassinate Diana.
Which succeeded.
That is insane.
You know it is.
Peter was fired on 1st August 1997.
On the 31st August, they killed her.
The nation's heart.
No.
It was a car crash.
An accident.
No, it was murder.
And I can prove it.
We'll need to get an MD viewer.
Well, actually Bring work home do you? When did you get that done? Undercover with the INLA in '92.
That was a great operation.
The Contingent Events Committee.
This is a "no eyes" document.
It's meant to be destroyed after it's read.
How did you get it? It was in Peter's things.
How did he get it? From Diana herself, of course.
And how did she get it? She was a very clever woman.
Angela, you could go to jail for having this.
Why do you think I microfilmed it and hid it in my tooth? It's not funny.
Read the next page.
PD? Princess Diana.
Harry? Oh, yes.
I've never heard of the Contingent Events Committee.
Of course you haven't.
File number 954396G130497.
The last six numbers must be the date 13th April 1997.
You can start by looking to see if Harry's diary for then still exists.
Can start what? Our investigation! We've got to get details of how they organised the crash in Paris.
And murdered her.
This is just one more crack-pot conspiracy theory.
Think, Ruth.
A "no eyes" document.
The security forces killed the People's Princess! It's the greatest scandal of the age.
Your brother killed himself because he couldn't prove it.
You can.
And you want to, I know you do.
Stop it.
Stop it! Do it for Peter.
No.
Then do it for the country.
It's madness.
All right, I'll go.
But I know the spook inside you is saying, "What if?".
What if, Ruth? Home time soon.
Do you fancy a drink? Erm, don't know, maybe.
You seem a bit down today.
Oh, it's a funny throat.
Want a lozzy? No.
No I'm fine.
I'm going to send this back to registry.
You done with that one? Not quite, no.
Did Steinberg show? No, no sign.
Nine days of obbo and not a whiff.
You coming to The George tonight? Yes, please.
Ruth? What? George? Tonight? No Er, Adam! Yes, Ruth? I, er, no, it doesn't matter.
I just came across something.
Have you heard of the Contingent Events Committee? Can't say that I have.
What is it? That's what I was going to ask you.
It could be clandestine.
You mean attached to Anti-Terrorism? I don't know.
Anti-Terrorism Sub Committees are top secret but they're listed.
Ask Harry.
He loves clandestine.
Yeah, but don't mention it to him.
I mean, I'll talk to him.
No need for you to.
What's the matter? Nothing.
Isn't that? Hello everyone, I've got a special treat for you.
Angela Wells.
Oh God.
Miss Wells.
Zafar Younis, Field Officer.
Very, very pleased to meet you.
And I you, Mr.
Younis.
Ah this is Jo Portman, Junior Field Officer.
Jo.
Glad to meet you.
You're a legend.
Am I? Sweet of you to say so.
We've never met.
Adam Carter, Intelligence Officer.
I joined after you left.
Recruited from MI6, weren't you? Yeah.
I heard.
Old spies don't die, they just sit with their ears to the wall.
I'm very sorry about your wife.
Accept my sympathy for your loss.
Thank you.
Hello, Ruth.
Hello, Angela.
To what do we owe this visitation? Thought I'd come and see you, Harry.
I smuggled her in.
Since she's retired and doesn't have any passes.
Tut, tut.
I've got to be at Downing Street five minutes ago! Learn from this woman.
She's got a lot to give.
Harry.
Juliet.
Glory, Miss Wells! So long.
Is the tooth? Still operational.
Tooth? One of Malcolm's greatest ideas.
Spectacular dentistry.
Ruth? Harley Street dentist did it, under the Official Secret's Act.
And anaesthetic, of course.
What tooth? Microdots.
For when Angela went on the INLA op in '92.
Those were the days.
Oh, that op's famous, they use that in training.
Come into my office, you can tell tall tales to the troops later! No! Get her out! What? Get her out of here, now! Ruth, what's the problem? Oh, I don't think I'm going to leave this early, do you, Ruth? I think you better do what she says.
Do you, pretty boy? What? Please.
All of you.
Do pay attention to me.
This is a trigger.
It sends a signal to there.
The explosive's concentrate 34, plastic explosive, developed by the Ministry of Defence.
It's concealed in the sides and bottom.
This trigger, and the detonator which I can operate with the flick of my thumb, is an old but reliable Czech system called a Seva Gola.
It has a range of 100 metres.
Malcolm, explain what this means.
Oh.
Well, concentrate 34 is very powerful, it's a very sweet explosive.
Sweet? I mean effective Effective, yes.
One ounce is equivalent to at least a kilo of TNT.
I have five ounces.
Do go on.
TheSevo Gola remote detonation system was developed by the Czech Secret Service way back in the '70s.
It's never been bettered for reliability.
Tell us what the effect would be if I pressed this button.
It would kill all of us.
And probably many more people in the building.
Actually, the building itself probably wouldn't survive.
Well, Harry, looks like you've been hand-bagged.
What do you want us to do, Angela? I want you to order a lock-down.
If I order a lock-down now, the whole building will know we've got a problem.
Don't pretend to be thick, Harry.
Not a real one.
Tell the switchboard you're calling a lock-down exercise, to isolate the Grid.
Intruder containment? Tell them it's an exercise when it's the real thing? Neat, eh? You! Lock the pods.
Right.
How do I do that? Don't be a smart-arse.
Do it.
Done.
Now, Harry, call the switchboard.
Lock-down exercises are usually called by the Harry! All of you! You have got to co-operate! I AM prepared to die! Understand that! This is Harry Pearce, Section D.
I am ordering a spot lock-down commencing in 15 seconds.
Disconnect all telephones and communication lines.
You'll be contacted by messenger when to reconnect.
Now, Angela, can we? Wait! You! Cut the top off that water cooler.
Right, all mobile phones in there.
You know what this is about, don't you? No talking! No talking! Right, briefing.
Tell them, Ruth.
Tell what? The reason I'm doing this! Angela, you will never get away with it.
I don't care.
I told you I couldn't help you.
No, you refused to help.
Different thing.
This won't bring Peter back.
This isn't about Peter.
It's about this profession, this country, that we're supposed to protect but which turns on its own.
Tell them.
Angela believes that Princess Diana was murdered by the British Security Services.
By us.
What's funny? Nothing.
You find that funny? No.
Funny? That your boss was on a committee that ordered the faking of the car accident which killed Diana? Angela, what are you talking about? I'm talking about you being chair of the Contingent Events Committee.
The what? The committee that organised then ordered the assassination.
This is madness.
You can't deny there was such a committee.
I can.
Angela, you must let us help you.
Peter Haigh.
Do any of you, apart from her, know who he was? You don't, do you, you bastards! Peter Haigh.
He was fired from the Royal Protection Unit attached to Diana.
Clever as well as pretty! What was he fired for? He had a problem.
Indeed he did.
He knew the truth! It was an alcohol problem.
He drank because of the truth.
Very good people often do.
I loved him.
She didn't, even though he was her brother.
Yes, I remember.
He was your stepbrother, wasn't he, Ruth? Yes.
Angela, if this is about family Peter knew what your committee was planning.
But they fired him before he could prove it, let alone stop it.
There never was such a committee.
Oh, yes, there was! No, Zaf! No! It's all right.
Karate kid? That it? Martial art training, didn't get it in my day.
It's a CIA fad.
Nearly got you all blown up, Harry.
And you.
And me.
You don't care about yourself? Me, I'd be pleased to join the hail of human mincemeat if I pressed this.
Right! New arrangement.
Someone get me some handcuffs.
Handcuffs! Come on, standard field issue, good old-fashioned bobby's handcuffs! Get me two pairs.
Put one cuff on her wrist.
And the other cuff on the handles of my so expensive, beautiful Italian leather handbag.
Bought it for a wedding, by the way.
The other pair on the desk.
Everyone back! Way back! NowGiggler.
We're going to go, quietly, into the meeting room.
These are my demands.
I want to know details of how Diana was murdered, with hard, incontrovertible evidence of the conspiracy.
I want documents on Royal Security, how it could have been breached, and how she was murdered.
Then I want the evidence taken to every newspaper and television room.
When that is done I will disarm my Italian handbag and surrender to you.
You can do what you want with me.
What if there is no conspiracy? Are you going to blow yourself up anyway and us along with you? Prove Peter wasn't lying, and live.
Put me be with the bag.
Jo is a junior officer.
Oh, stop being a leader, pretty boy.
I mean, I know you're a resourceful lot.
You'll go into a huddle and plot.
You're spooks, it's your nature.
But I've had the training too, remember, so don't be stupid.
I was better at the game than the lot of you.
Except perhaps you, Harry.
I couldn't have murdered Diana.
You've got until dawn.
And just to impress on you how serious I am I want to die, really.
I really do.
Come on, Giggler.
Every 30 minutes he reports to me.
Don't let me get too suicidal.
Would you like a coffee or tea, or something? I'm sure that someone Or some water? I joined the service because of you.
Not exactly but, you were held up to us.
You were a heroine.
Giggler, stop it.
I just always wanted to meet you.
Yes, dreamt of becoming my friend, haven't you, while being handcuffed to five ounces of plastic explosive? No.
You are trying to get into the first step of the hostage and siege procedural manual.
Personalise the situation.
So that I will break down and say, "Oh, I am sorry, I didn't realise you were a human being".
Listen.
The only human being I care about blew his brains out.
I cradled him in my arms, his blood all over me.
Now shut up! 'The trouble is it's an old device.
' It's operated by a radio signal.
Can't we neutralise it? Short-range high frequency.
If it was modern, maybe we could mess with it but it's old technology.
The best for this type of job.
Where the hell did she get it from? Agents do tend to build up private collections of equipment over the years.
Someone in here walked off with a micro-dot reader.
Treat this as an operation.
Adam, you're in charge.
I'll dig into the files, see if I can profile her.
Is there no physical way we can get to her? We've got mace and firearms, but with that Seva Gola, it's too risky.
We're into mind games, then.
Umm, don't underestimate this woman.
She mastered in psychological manipulation.
Keep it simple.
We'll prove that she was right.
Even if she's wrong? Absolutely.
And send a false story to the media? It won't be false though, will it? It'll be how MI5 murdered Diana.
Don't get you.
I want you to put together how MI5 could have murdered Diana.
The most convincing case.
And that's what we'll sell to her.
All right.
Malcolm, see if there's anyway you can knock her out in there, bearing in mind Jo's with her.
Will do.
Ruth, I want to talk to you.
Good.
But first, Colin, come with me.
Looks like Adam Carter's running the op.
As you'd expect.
Is he the wonder boy they say he is? Giggler, I asked you a question.
My name's Jo.
No, it isn't.
I'm de-personalising you to Giggler so that when you start telling me about your sick mother or your pussy cat at home, I don't break down in tears and say, "Sorry, sorry you can go.
" Adam's brilliant at his job, yes.
Mmm.
What do you think his game plan is? I don't know.
Guess.
As a promising spook.
You must make judgements about his decisions all the time.
Don't you want his job some time in the future? He's going to do what you want.
Is he? Yes.
I think not.
I suspect Adam Carter's deeply devious.
No? Can you warn them outside to clear the rest of the building? Not with a lock-down.
No way.
Short of digging our way out.
Could you do that? Well, the main ventilation shaft's on the other side of that wall.
Can you get through it? We can try.
OK, just one of you do it.
The rest of us will have to stay in view.
Colin? Right.
OK.
If you can get a hole big enough, go through it.
What's this? The tunnel in Paris, where she crashed.
To help us think.
Good.
You all right? This woman's a heavyweight.
I don't think we're anywhere near knowing what her real game is.
Mind games, Giggler.
That's what we're in for.
But Adam Carter could get you killed, along with all your friends.
But, you being so close to the explosion, there'll be hardly anything left of you for your poor sick mother to bury.
How do you know my mum's sick? Oh, is she? How did you know that? Mind-reading.
Like the psychics, the palm readers.
A simple technique, mention a few commonplace things, cat, mother, something's bound to be true.
What is it, cancer? You bitch.
Yes.
Circumstances can change you wonderfully.
We are what happens to us, don't you find that to be true? Looks like Ruth's about to own up.
Ruth? She's been a naughty girl.
I wanted to love her, you know.
She could have been my sister too.
You knew about this.
She came to see me last night.
She what? I sent her away.
I didn't have an inkling Well, why didn't you report it? Guilt? Yes, say guilt.
My stepbrother, Angela and me, it was complicated.
For God's sake, Ruth.
She gave me this.
It's MD film.
I got in early and blew it up.
PD.
Princess Diana.
Harry's name's attached.
Yes.
There's something else.
Harry's diary.
Entry for 13th April, 1997.
Look at the morning - meeting.
So? All the other meetings in the afternoon are marked.
This isn't.
The dates, his name - he must have been at the Contingent Events Committee.
This is nonsense.
You mean it's a fake? Of course it's a fake! Dreamt up by some spotty paranoid.
There's a whole snake-pit of Diana conspiracy theories out there.
Where did you get it from anyway? Let's just deal with the situation we have here.
Harry, are you sure this Committee never existed? Of course.
And you never served on it? Well, since it never existed, obviously I did not! Have you found anything we can use to get at this woman? I'm not past the basic biog details yet which are dazzling.
Newnham College Cambridge, double first in modern languages.
Athlete, University Blue in the 10, 000m, almost made the 1984 Olympics.
Fast-tracked to the Home Office and to us.
And to cap it all, her father was the Bishop of Norwich.
The makings of a heroine.
Or a serious lunatic.
Why didn't you show him the diary? Because I think this committee really existed.
An MI5 committee? That organised the death of Princess Diana? So, Angela's right? What kind of organisation are we working for? State assassins? You know we've killed people.
Terrorists! Where do you draw the line? You draw the line with her, a woman the people loved.
It's like a coup against the nation's heart.
Calm down.
We'll take it step by step.
To confront Harry, we need proof, confirmation from another source.
The trouble is because of the lock-down, we can't make e-mail enquiries, even internally.
We can't access the records of other departments, MI6 We can get into our own data banks though? Yes.
So work with that.
Right.
Now what are YOU up to? Take the cutting arm off? Use it as a knife? Great.
You OK? Don't talk to her.
She's roughing you up so that we worry about you as a hostage.
Oh, Adam Carter.
Don't let her do it.
What is Malcolm doing with a guillotine? Planning to cut off your head! He's making a chart display.
Really.
So apart from putting up a few pictures, what else have you achieved? We've only had a half an hour.
Bring me everything on Royal security protocol.
Somehow in Paris MI5 got around security measures.
I want all the documents, every scrap.
Maybe I'll find out how MI5 did this before you do.
Sure.
Get on with it.
Any sign of them? Sign of what? Don't play the silly billy! Minutes of the meeting where they decided to kill her.
That's what I need.
What if they don't exist? They exist! Security protocols? That's all we can find.
Who's working my profile up? Harry? I'll lose my patience.
Suddenly.
I'm very impulsive, you see.
I'm in despair, you see.
That much.
Bear that in mind.
But you must know it's not true.
You must.
You know what this country lacks? A culture of death.
We used to have one of those, when we were Christian.
OK, I'm ready.
Now don't forget we're only playing "what if?".
You mean what if Harry organised the assassination of Princess Diana? I think he could have.
You don't mean that! Don't I? It's the conspiracy theories, they suck you in.
Yeah, they do.
Some say it was caused by Satanists because Diana's Mercedes crashed into the 13th pillar in the tunnel.
Or that the limo was stolen by the Israeli Secret Service.
The steering was modified so it could be controlled by a remote radio signal.
Now Mossad did it? No.
MI5 and MI6 did it in a joint operation.
And I'll show you how.
The British Embassy in Paris denied ever knowing that Diana had arrived in Paris.
But they did.
And the night before she arrived at the Ritz, two very high-ranking MI6 Officers arrived at the Embassy.
Do you know who they were? Yep, Mace and Siviter.
The heavy brigade.
The point is, everything at the hotel was orchestrated.
Look at this.
What do you see? It's a classic stake-out procedure.
Everything can be observed and overheard, but everything looks natural.
What's this? How we killed the Princess.
At the front of the hotel were paparazzi.
They were in a frenzy to get quotes and photographs.
But were they all really journalists? Three of them, leading the jostling and shouting, can never be traced.
And British security officers had been picked up on the hotel's CCTV loitering around all day.
So what's going on? MI5 wanted Diana's party to switch cars.
The Mercedes S600 parked at the front of the hotel, was heavy and armoured.
But the alternative car, parked at the rear of the hotel, is a light Mercedes S280.
A much, much easier target.
And driven by Henri Paul, head of Security at the Ritz but not the regular driver.
And he was drunk.
No, no he wasn't.
Now that's the MI5/MI6 cover story, "Diana killed in drunk-drive accident.
" Henri Paul reported for duty at 10pm.
No-one reported him drunk.
On CCTV his movements are normal.
The autopsy after his death in the crash showed his liver was normal.
The police say the car left the Ritz at great speed.
CCTV footage shows it left at normal speed.
And a few days earlier he passed a rigorous medical exam to renew his pilot's licence.
He flew light aircraft.
Yeah, but the police found high alcohol content in his blood.
Yeah, but it wasn't his blood! His family claim the samples were mixed up or even switched.
The sample that was supposed to be Henri Paul's contained a large amount of carbon monoxide.
It belonged to a suicide who'd drunk a lot before he killed himself by car exhaust fumes.
OK, so an MI5/MI6 field team get Diana out of her usual car and into a more vulnerable one with a less experienced driver.
What then? Then they assassinate her by staging the accident and they do it like this.
The road by the Seine goes into a tunnel.
Henri Paul accelerates to get away from the paparazzi who are following on motorbikes.
Behind, is a big white Mercedes.
This is the control vehicle for the operation.
Behind that, is a small, white Fiat Uno.
The Fiat Uno overtakes first the control vehicle and then, when Diana's car is deep inside the tunnel and most at risk, it pulls alongside.
It was driven by agents to distract Henri Paul at the crucial moment.
The Fiat Uno pulls away and behind there comes a motorbike with a pillion rider and this pillion rider is carrying a hand-held strobe light.
This strobe, smaller than a cigar, is tuned to a cycle of 12 hertz per second.
The strobe blinds Henri Paul, just for a moment, but that's all it takes.
The car crashes.
The People's Princess dies.
At the 13th pillar.
And Satan has his way.
I'm believing it.
Oh God.
OK, if we have to, that's the story we'll give to Angela.
Story or truth? Protect the heart of the nation - that's what we're meant to do in this job.
Instead did we rip it out? I've found a trace of the committee.
Look.
These are registry files cached on our system.
It's a backup.
When you delete a file a tag remains.
The file's still on the hard drive? No, it's been over-wiped manually.
But? BUT back in the '90s, a hacker got into the Thames House system.
You mean that nine year-old from Macclesfield? Yes.
Well, he used a keystroke virus.
And it's still filed in a quarantine folder and on it there's a log of file names.
So the file existed.
So did the committee.
And Harry's on it.
What are we going to do? They've discovered something.
Your big idea, Pretty Boy? Dig a hole, your idea! I felt the vibrations in the wall.
Ah, every man's dream - escape from Stalag 13! All right, I'm stopping.
There's steel bars in the bloody way anyway.
Get out! Dawn! You've got till dawn! Harry.
You denied it to Angela's face.
Tactical reasons, I can see that.
But I have to ask you again, did you ever serve on something called the Contingent Events Committee? This is a print-out from the registry computer.
The record of the committee meeting was overwritten.
I have retrieved a mention of it.
Also this is your diary, from 1997.
there is an entry for a morning-long meeting.
This is the same date as that on the micro dot document.
Yes.
Yes, what? Yes, the committee existed.
And I was a member.
You mean you planned Diana's death in Paris? Yes.
Why? The woman was unstable.
There were fears she was being manipulated by undesirable influences.
She was causing untold damage to the very central pillar of the British State, the Royal Family itself.
It was felt if an accident could be arranged, there would be outpourings of grief which would, paradoxically, unite the nation.
We were right in that.
You killed her.
What are you going to do? Tell Angela.
Er, lift the lock-down.
Call Special Branch, to arrest you for conspiracy to murder.
Better do it, then.
It will defuse this terrible situation.
Unless, after all it's not true.
Of course it's not true.
I should bloody well think not! Have you two lost your reason? The committee was there to operate worse-case-scenario exercises.
Imagine the worst to be able to prevent it.
We had to look at Diana being murdered.
The Government were terrified about what might happen.
She was a loose cannon.
Out at all hours, all over the world, with men.
She was an irresistible target to the loonies who are swarming across this planet.
We had to look at it.
What did you fear the most? An attack in a car, being pursued by paparazzi.
Probably overtaken by a motorcyclist.
A pillion rider could easily shoot out the car tyres using a 5.
7.
I've not Ultra light weapon, fires a frangible bullet.
Blow out the tyres, car crashes, preferably in a closed space.
Dear God.
You predicted her death.
Yes.
But it was an accident.
We were terrified.
We tried to cover all traces of the scenario document.
But bureaucracy always leaves a slime trail.
I've got to go and give her something.
Zaf's faking the document, I could make her buy that.
No.
We've got to get her to surrender to us.
And you shouldn't do it.
No, there's too much between her and me.
You mean Peter Haigh.
I'm sorry, Ruth, I've been busy looking at the psychiatric assessment reports.
Hers and yours.
My file? The key is your stepbrother.
There is something you can tell her, isn't there, Ruth? No.
Let me take her Zaf's material.
You try and sell her a pup, this building will be rubble in seconds.
Don't forget, we're talking about Angela Wells! Ruth Ruth What do you want? Let her go and I'll tell you.
No, no.
There was a committee.
Harry sat on it.
He worked out how to kill Diana.
Oh, my God.
Let her go and I'll tell you more.
Go.
The plan to kill Diana was to fire a disintegrating bullet from the pillion of a passing motorbike.
The front tyre bursts, the car crashes.
Peter was right.
No, he wasn't.
Harry's committee was examining worst-case scenarios.
The horrible thing is they nearly predicted the crash.
But they didn't cause it.
There was no motorbike assassin, no plot.
Just fate.
Are you trying to get us all killed? No, Angela.
I've got to tell you something.
About something that happened when he was 20 and I was 18.
You slept with him.
Is that what you're trying to tell me? You see, there were rows.
His father wasn't getting on with my mother, we saw they were going to break up and Peter and I, we got close to each other.
No.
We We fell in love.
We ran off together.
For a mad week.
To Blackpool.
Blackpool It was winter.
The town was all shut up, it was it was oddly beautiful.
We stayed in about the only B&B that was still open.
You see, it shouldn't have been my mother and his father who met.
It should have been me and Peter.
When we went back, there were terrible scenes.
Strangely it patched things up between our parents.
And I I just left.
That's why you never got on with me.
You were still in love with him.
Yes.
He always drank, Angela.
Most of the time in Blackpool I was drunk with him.
He was a dreamer.
And in love with me.
Always.
Never with you.
No.
Don't.
CLICK Well done.
You think so? You broke her.
Maybe I broke me, too.
That's adrenaline withdrawal.
Is it? Good.
Thank you.
Ruth I lied.
I told her I'd slept with my stepbrother.
I sold myself, my feelings, to manipulate her.
You think I'm a limited man.
You think I don't understand the emotional side.
Self control, self denial, these are the things which keep us together in this job.
You told a huge lie about your personal life.
I can't bear that I did.
Aren't you proud you had the nerve to do it? It was horrible.
Aren't you proud you told the lie? Aren't you proud you talked Angela out of that room? Oh, God forgive me.
You're a born spook, Ruth.
I stole the MD reader.
Then return it.
There IS plastic explosive.
But no mechanism.
I've had an idea.
So we're all agreed.
This is our decision.
I'm sorry but I hate it.
She was vicious to me.
Jo, you and I never knew this woman.
In her time she saved many, many lives.
We have a debt to her.
It could be any one of us sitting in that chair.
Angela, we've got a proposition for you.
We're going to treat you as a victim in the field.
You mean that? Thank you.
Thank you.
ANGELA: I've ruined everything I believed in.
I've destroyed myself.
It's OK.
No, this is wrong, you can't just let her go! It's a spook tradition.
If one of us goes to pieces during an op in the field, we get them out of trouble.
But this wasn't an op.
To her, it was.
There are conditions.
Silence.
Yes.
You leave the country.
We never see you again.
If we do, we throw you to the wolves.
Yes.
Thank you.
I lost my way so badly.
I must smarten up before I leave.
Without your handbag, I'm afraid.
Zaf, get a messenger down to Control.
Tell them to lift the lock-down.
How do we explain a hole in the wall to Internal Services? Mice.
Jo? Steep learning curve.
I feel like I'm on one, too.
The trouble is it's curving down, not up.
Angela was the last person I expected to see in pieces.
Hiya.
You two look like death, you been out late with Angela? No, after she left, we had a night-long lock-down exercise.
Did you? That's very keen of you.
General sharpening up, I thought.
Excuse me.
I'm glad Angela's visit inspired such dedication to staff training.
Bit late in the day Harry! There's a document missing.
What document? I made a list of all the papers we showed to Angela, and they're all here but for one.
Has she taken something? Yes.
It's the report we did last year on the new security measures at Buckingham Palace.
It was a blind.
It's her MO, she twists and turns so we don't see her real target.
Which is? The Royal Family.
Adam Carter.
A woman's just left the building, stop her! Her Majesty is at Buckingham Palace.
I want a double A national alert.
Get me Sir Petrie Meacham.
I'm moving the Royal Family to Pegasus.
Pegasus? Top-security royal protection bunker.
Sorry, will someone tell me what's going on? I fear we may have a situation.
SIRENS WAIL Yes, yes, we're fully up to speed.
The family will be with us in three minutes.
Nothing.
We've got 250 officers in and outside the palace.
She can't have slipped through that.
Maybe she's waiting.
No, she'd move at once in case we got onto her.
Which we did.
Did Princess Diana ever go to Pegasus? Yes, in 1987.
Was Peter Haigh assigned to the princess in '87? Yes.
Are you thinking? He could have told her about Pegasus.
This is the most secret installation.
There's no way a lunatic could get in here.
You mean a lunatic like her? You mean this is her? When did you employ her? Seven months ago.
As an electrician.
You let that woman get at the electrical system? She passed all the vetting.
Where's your LEX control panel? Down here.
Ruth, get Malcolm over here! What do you think she's done? In seven months, with her know-how? Something nasty.
We have to get the Royal Family out of there.
I don't think that's possible.
What do you mean? I must call the bomb squad.
No time.
Malcolm? There's strong readings for explosives but I can't see Oh, no.
She's coated the wires themselves and replaced the casings.
It must have taken her months.
The entire building's rigged to explode.
Adam, speak to me.
Malcolm You had no idea which wire to cut.
Well, it was one of them, why not all of them? Have you any idea how dangerous that was? Not as dangerous as standing here and waiting for the clock to hit zero.
Yes, I know.
I froze.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
All secure? Yeah.
The Royals got to Scotland yet? On their way.
Malcolm? I sent him back to Thames House in a car.
He OK? Fine.
Malcolm! Nice work, Malcolm.
Adam told us how you cut the wires, stopped the device with seconds to spare.
Terrific, Malcolm.
He said that? When he phoned in his field report.
He was full of praise.
I see.
We couldn't protect the Queen in our most secure bunker.
We stopped the bomb.
Not the bomber.
We'll find her.
If we don't, hell will have to be paid.
Malcolm? Adam's report was wrong.
I panicked.
He covered for me, I can't let him do that.
Yes, you can.
No.
You see, bravery's something I dread.
This is the Coriolanus nightmare.
The greatest fighter in your army turns against you to destroy all you stand for.
She staged the whole thing just so that we'd put the Royal Family into Pegasus.
I hate the fact that she knew we'd let her go.
She knew we'd treat her as a victim in the field and let her walk out of the building.
We had no choice, it's the code.
Time to get rid of it.
You can't! What if one of us goes to pieces in the field? Angela Wells is beyond any code now.
There is still a way we could help her.
PHONE RINGS What do you mean? Kill her.
Yes.
I want the anti-terrorist committee to declare special powers.
INAUDIBLE Get me the Home Secretary now.
I want authorisation to shoot to kill.
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