Spooks s05e05 Episode Script
The Message
This programme contains some violent scenes.
My problem is grief - ordinary common grief.
What right do you have to make judgements on my personal life? Your own isn't exactly a shining example, is it? It isn't your fault, Harry.
About Ros.
I'd love to have dinner.
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together.
Are you in love with Ruth, Harry? Ruth has many wonderful qualities.
Don't let this opportunity pass you by, Harry.
Excuse me, have you got any change? It's not taking notes.
Hang on.
Um.
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no, nearly.
Not, not quite.
That'll do.
No, no, no.
I've got some more somewhere.
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Don't worry.
No, no, here we are, excuse me.
Hello? Excuse me, your change? BRAKES SCREECH SIREN SOUNDS SCREAMING AGH.
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! Harry? There's nothing on it.
Are you sure? It has the feel of a classic drop.
That's the trouble with spies, always looking for meaning in everything.
Are you OK? Yes.
Are you certain? It's silly.
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It's just a stranger, but.
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I just can't quite get the image out of my mind.
It all happened so quickly.
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Oh, God.
Sorry.
Sweet tea.
That's what you need.
There was something in his manner.
Tea bags? Um, second shelf down.
His face was, um, I wish I could describe it.
It's like he was trying to tell me something.
He was about to kill himself.
I'm not sure how much you could read from his face.
Yeah, I know.
And your imagination, especially after a shock like that, it could play tricks.
Promise me you'll take the morning off.
How very English.
Sweet tea.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS Yes? Yes.
I've got to go.
I'm late already.
Look, I'll be fine.
Harry! Well, I expect the Home Secretary will want this to be handled discreetly.
Do we know any more? The formal ID hasn't been done.
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Informally? Yes, it's him.
GUN CLICKS SCREAMING Oh, Christ! Sorry.
Sorry.
Shit.
Shit.
I'll get some locks for the doors.
It's OK.
It's unprofessional.
I should've knocked.
You were up in the night again.
I am a person, you know, you could talk to me.
It's just the odd nightmare.
I could help.
Couldn't I, maybe? It's got to be worth a try.
Sorry, I'm running late.
Alternatively, we could put you in a straitjacket and lock the door.
I'll keep the mad ravings to myself.
See you later, mate.
Still think it's a depressive coincidence? I see you're doing what you were told, taking it easy.
I've asked around, Harry.
He's Mik Maudsley, Head of Security for South East Prisons.
Wife, family, everything to live for.
Nothing to suggest he was depressed or suicidal.
Oh, apart from this - he was at Cotterdam the night of the fire.
Cotterdam? Yeah seems so, but.
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no mention of it in the Special Branch report.
I thought that wasn't due out until later today.
I managed to get a sneak preview.
It's a cover-up, Harry.
It's 360 pages of fiction.
It concludes the fire was an accident.
Cotterdam an accident? Exactly.
And Maudsley's suicide on the day the report comes out? It can't be a coincidence.
What would be gained by Special Branch concealing the truth? Depends what the truth is.
Now, moving onto Item.
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Harry.
Good of you to join us.
Before we start, a question for you, Oliver.
What happened at Cotterdam? Cotterdam? And before you point me in the direction of the Special Branch report.
I have a copy.
I read it.
It's not even published yet.
Just as well, as it tells me nothing.
An accident.
Accidents do happen.
Yes, but accidents inside secure units that kill seven of the country's most wanted men? It's a whitewash, Oliver, and I, for one, would like to know why the truth is being buried.
There is no burial of anything.
That is a serious accusation, Harry.
Maudsley.
What? Mik Maudsley.
Is that supposed to mean something? The name of the man who was Head of Security for South East Prisons.
The same man who threw himself under a train this morning.
That is unfortunate.
I'll say.
I'm sorry you have so little faith in your colleagues.
No-one wants this dragged through the press, so Special Branch were told to lance the boil at source.
Anyone else support Mr Pearce's vote of no-confidence? I thought not.
Shame.
Well, then, gentlemen? Shall we move on? Page four.
Harry, Harry.
You're normally the first to stick your neck out over this sort of thing.
And I do, I have.
But not this time, it seems.
I choose my battles - that's the difference.
If we start saying what we're told, we become an instrument of the state, a puppet force.
Look at Hutton! Yes, but Cotterdam, Harry? Cotterdam is unimportant.
Seven terror suspects died.
Whether it was an accident or not, it was seven lives.
And the intelligence lost? Oh, we pick ourselves up and we go on.
My advice.
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Save your energy for other terrors on the horizon.
Cotterdam Prison.
I want to go back over everything concerning the fire.
I thought Special Branch were taking care of that? So did I.
It appears they've done nothing more than write what they were told to.
I think those terrorists were murdered and someone's protecting their killers.
We could be sleepwalking into vigilantism.
Get everyone assembled.
Ruth, have you told anyone what you witnessed this morning? No.
Or logged a report, as I asked? Not yet.
Good.
What do you mean? I thought you'd.
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Anything back on the ten pound note? Malcolm's still looking at it.
Why? Let's just call it an uncomfortable feeling.
Do nothing.
Cotterdam Prison.
This was filmed two weeks ago, when a fire all but destroyed the building.
All 240 inmates were evacuated except seven.
These seven died in the fire.
All were members of the extremist group " Acts of Truth" and were planning an attack.
Examples of their handiwork.
Bombs without warnings.
Maximum fatalities.
Which we were keen to avoid on UK soil.
But the fire intervened and all our intelligence died with them.
Special Branch have completed their investigation, but their report reads like a thinly disguised cover-up.
Someone knows why these men lost their lives and hasn't come clean.
And then there is Maudsley.
Mik Maudsley.
Head of Security for South East Prisons.
Now he was in Cotterdam the night of the fire, and threw himself in front of a train this morning.
If these seven men were murdered, Maudsley may be the only man who knew by who.
We need to find out who visited the prison on the day of the fire.
But their computer firewall means we can't hack in, we have to do this one on site.
Ros, I'd like you to go in and Zaf back her up, please.
Our presence in Cotterdam is extremely sensitive.
You'll need to be careful.
So, you agree with me now? About the drop.
No.
I am undecided either way.
But if there was a drop and it was targeted at you, I don't want to leave an official trail, until we know what it was.
OK.
Even Adam? You can tell Adam.
I don't have to.
It's up to you.
I'm not saying you should keep things from the team, I'm just saying.
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Don't tell anyone.
Yes.
I mean, no.
Not until we know what it is.
Exactly.
Right.
Ruth.
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Maudsley was being paid by someone.
Six months ago, he was bankrupt and since then, he's had his debts paid.
He died with a healthy bank balance.
No mention of it in the Special Branch report either? No.
Sorry, am I.
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No.
Hi.
Nothing on it, sorry.
Oh.
Are you sure? I've scoured it, put it through a scanner.
There's nothing at all.
It's just an ordinary tenner.
There's no other tests you can run? Well, I could blow it up if you like, set light to it? No, it's OK, thanks.
I still don't understand how it links to our investigation.
Just routine.
Oh, OK.
I need another favour from you, actually.
Have you still got your contact at the mortuary? What were you trying to tell me? What am I supposed to notice? Angela Webster from the prison IT inspectorate and my assistant, Steven Bhan.
We're here to do a spot check of your IT systems.
There's nothing in the book.
Well, we don't actually make appointments for spot inspections.
But Steven did ring ahead to tell you that we would be in the area this week.
Actually, sorry, I might not have.
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Oh, for God's sake, Steven.
Just call the Governor's office and get this thing cleared up.
'Hello, Governor's office.
' I've got a Miss Webster here.
Apparently she's from the IT inspectorate.
Oh, God, not now.
All right, have her sent up.
But keep her sweet.
If you could place mobile phones, camera equipment and bags in the chute, please.
Thank you.
We want to make sure that you've backed up all your records for the last five years.
Of course.
We back up the information store and all the network drives daily on the DATs and you can see in the job monitor here.
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that there are alerts set up if anything goes wrong.
Tapes are kept off site and rotated on a weekly basis.
Angela, are you all right? It's stuffy in here.
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My asthma.
You OK? Is there anything I can do? My inhaler's in my bag.
She needs her bag.
Can you get it? It's at security.
I shouldn't really.
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I need to stay with her.
You all right? OK.
Breathe slowly.
OK, Jo, he's gone.
The tracker's in my bag.
Let us know when it's on the move.
Will do.
Wow, the level of paranoia these days.
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He's locked it! We need a code.
It has the same system as the civil service.
Put in CR and three asterisks.
How many two-letter combinations are there? HM, try that.
DA.
What was that? Governor's initials.
OK, day of the fire.
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Bingo.
The records are kept by the hour, so we have to do this in stages.
Malcolm, I'm sending over 6am till seven.
It's coming through.
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The IT inspector's bag, please.
The tracker's on the move.
He's on his way back.
I'll just keep sending them.
Jo, where is he now? He's on the stairs two floors away.
How fine are we cutting this? Until we find something.
He's ten feet away.
Only two more files to download.
He's outside.
Here you are.
Is she OK, then? I'm fine.
Yeah, just too many fags last night.
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Thanks.
We need some air.
Thanks.
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Thanks very much.
PHONE RINGS Yes? 'Harry, why are your people sniffing around Cotterdam Prison?' So you're still pursuing Cotterdam? Have you looked into it? A little.
I agree with you, the Special Branch report is shoddy.
I'll get on to it, get them to explain what is going on.
But I.
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The waves you are making are too big.
If we're going to approach this the official way, we need to tread softly.
Make smaller waves? You carry on the way you are and the whole thing will clam up.
We need to work together.
I thought you said you had something for me.
Politics is part of the job, Harry.
You know that.
Let's do this the right way.
The way that involves commissioning another report? A committee delaying the truth until Cotterdam is forgotten? You're not the only moral guardian.
There are others who care about the state of this country.
Then why are you looking in the other direction? I'm not.
Harry.
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Harry! Adam, I think you should see this.
Visitor's log book from the day of the fire at Cotterdam.
All the names check out, apart from this one, Klee.
An electrical contractor.
CCTV still of him entering the prison.
We couldn't find any record of him so we cross referenced this photo with our systems and Klee doesn't exist.
But Zakir Abdul does.
He's a known associate of Acts of Truth.
He's been on our radar for years.
Shit! You know what this means? Acts of Truth bribed Maudsley into letting Abdul into the prison.
No wonder he killed himself.
They killed their own men rather than let us interrogate them.
Where's Abdul? A warehouse in King's Cross.
Jo, let's go.
Malcolm, get Special Ops to meet us there.
If the fire was caused by Acts of Truth, why would Special Branch cover it up? To avoid a scandal.
It doesn't look good - a senior prison manager colluding with terrorists.
Ready? Ready.
Mr Abdul.
This is the British Security Services.
Please put your hands where we can see them.
Zakir Abdul.
You are surrounded by armed officers! Put your hands where we can see them! Abdul! Harry, Acts of Truth got here first.
Mr Abdul has been expended with, like the seven suspects.
They're tightening the net.
'They must be planning an attack.
'I'll raise the alert to level six.
Get back here, Adam.
' I know you're going to say I'm crazy, and maybe I am, but I just.
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don't think any of it makes sense.
What? Maudsley.
Ruth.
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No, just hear me out.
The way he looked, he wasn't a guilty man.
You saw him for a split second.
You couldn't possibly.
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I know, I know.
Rationally, I know that, but.
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Ruth.
Listen, you can relax.
Maudsley was the man on the inside.
Forensics have found DNA evidence which proves he visited Zakir Abdul at the warehouse.
But there was no drop.
You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Yes? I don't want you to get fixated on this.
Fixated? Well, no, not fixated.
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Sorry, that's the wrong word.
But I'm worried about you.
I'm fine.
You look exhausted.
Oh, Harry.
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Let me give you a lift home? No, I'm going to go on the tube.
Don't be such a stubborn old mule.
Mule? Well, I don't mean mule.
It's a phrase.
God, those two.
One minute, it's off, the next it's all on again.
I hadn't noticed.
This tracker should tell us.
If it's straight home for Ruth, then maybe not.
But if it's out for a Chinese or a curry, then maybe.
I'm really not interested.
Come on, there's not much else to smile about.
Ask Zaf - he's running a book.
See you in the morning, Harry.
Bye, Ruth.
Bye.
No date then.
I thought you said you were going home.
Maudsley's house.
What the hell are you up to, Ruth? Zaf, meet me at Mik Maudsley's house.
DOOR BUZZES Come on.
Phone Harry.
You must be joking.
She's his rose-tinted blind spot.
Adam, then.
Sure, when we find out what she's doing here.
I don't like spying on Ruth.
So don't.
What gun was Abdul shot with? It was a Chinese Type 67.
Bit unusual.
Very.
Made Malcolm's day.
Like this one? You're jumping to conclusions.
What conclusions? I've said nothing.
But what's she doing here? At Maudsley's house? And if this is part of the team's operation, how come we don't know anything about it? Hi.
Hello.
Just the apple, please.
Sorry, I've only got a tenner.
Thanks very much.
Ruth.
Oh, my God.
What the hell is going on? Thank God it's you.
Why are you acting alone? I'll tell you, but let's get back to Thames House.
I'll tell you there.
Is there a problem? Yes, Ruth, I think there is.
What's going on? We need to talk to you, Ruth.
Do I, do I need to sit down, Harry? It's going to be all right.
Let's go into Harry's office.
No, no whatever it is, let's.
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just do it here.
Are you sure? Yes.
What were you doing at Maudsley's house? Nothing, I mean I was.
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You don't deny you went there? No.
Authorised? No.
Luckily, you were reported.
At the Maudsley house, a Chinese Type 67 was found, the same one that killed Mr Abdul.
Know anything about it? No.
Of course she doesn't.
This is insane.
Maudsley was under suspicion of colluding with terrorists.
I didn't believe that.
Whether you believed it or not is immaterial.
You were at his house, you went to the mortuary, you were behind him when he committed suicide.
None of these events have been logged.
She was following my orders.
I thought he was making a drop.
You were working with him.
That is ridiculous.
And the two of you were working for Acts of Truth.
When Maudsley died, you went to his house to destroy the evidence.
That is not true.
There was a drop.
Ruth.
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I found it.
So where is it? OK, let's see it.
Let's see where this takes us.
Is there a problem? I'm not sure.
Malcolm? It's blank.
What? Are you sure? Sorry, Ruth, there's nothing on it.
There was no drop, Ruth.
You and Maudsley were working for Acts of Truth.
Things got out of hand, you pushed him.
That's not true.
I'm sorry, Harry.
You met Maudsley, followed him to the platform and pushed him.
That's been tampered with.
It's a fake.
Please, Zaf, let's not make this any more upsetting than it already is.
We have witnesses saying they saw you push him.
What witnesses? You were seen, Ruth.
Apart from the CCTV, you were seen.
I will sort this out, I promise, Ruth.
I will sort this out.
Harry, I've seen it before.
Too many times.
We've done it to too many people.
Sir, will you move.
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? Do not address me! So do we back off Cotterdam? Absolutely not.
Cotterdam's the key.
Ros, next time you come to me before you go to anyone else.
I was just reporting the facts.
You were striking back at Harry.
I know you all have this loyalty to Ruth, but she's pulling the wool over your eyes.
This isn't your father we're talking about.
No, it's more devious.
If it turns out to be wrong, I'll be the first one to celebrate with you, Harry.
My hands were tied, you can see that.
What would you have done? Turned a blind eye? I thought that was your speciality.
Once a report has been made, Harry, there's nothing one can do.
You know Ruth, you know what she's capable of.
The Chinese Type 67? Look, I don't pretend to know what's really going on here but I'm asking for your help.
I need time, Oliver.
I'll give you a day.
I'll have her put under surveillance, one day and then she'll be arrested.
Don't ask me for more.
And no contact.
Any contact between you and her and it's out of my hands.
Thank you.
Adam.
Everything we say is going to be scrutinised.
We need to re-group.
We need to stay calm, work out how best to clear her name.
Was anyone followed here? I think we're clear.
Surprised to see you here.
Can I have a word? You had better say it to everyone.
I'm not sorry, I was doing my job.
But you were wrong? I agree she has been set up.
Why frame Ruth, though, what do they gain? They get to me.
How is she? No-one's allowed to speak to her.
How do you think? Scared out of her wits.
We need to find whatever it was that Maudsley was trying to get to Ruth.
So we all agree that Maudsley made a drop? I think it's time to trust Ruth.
I should have done that in the first place.
Let's assume Maudsley's innocent.
He's in prison that night.
He knows Special Branch are hiding something.
He identifies Ruth as the person to get information to Harry, it's a good choice, close but not too close.
Why not go straight to Harry? Too risky.
What the hell is it? Pandora's box.
Something worth dying for to expose.
What about Maudsley? Military background.
Before prisons, he had intelligence training.
The drop could be anywhere.
It'll be specific.
Somewhere Ruth can uncover.
He will have laid it with care.
Zaf, check the satellite images of Cotterdam that night.
We can't rely on any official evidence.
Harry.
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I know, stay level-headed.
Ros, I need you to do something for me.
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DOOR SHUTS, SMASH UPSTAIRS Adam wants to see you.
Usual place.
How can I get out? Same way I got in.
I'll stay here and be you.
I never apologise, by the way.
But if you did? Four hours, Cinderella.
Then you turn into a pumpkin.
PHONE RINGS Yes.
It's time to talk.
I thought we were talking.
No, talk properly.
Come for lunch.
Without your disciples.
Anyone? Not yet.
What are those? Zaf's contact at the Russian Embassy passed them on.
They look like satellite photos.
It's Cotterdam the night of the fire.
Oh, my God.
What? What is it? There.
I don't.
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What? Seven people are being removed from the prison.
It's two hours before the fire.
This isn't Acts of Truth.
We've been looking in the wrong direction.
Well, who removed them? The Intelligence Services? Who else could have pulled it off? It explains the Special Branch rushed report, the attempted cover-up, even framing you.
Harry.
Oliver.
Take your jacket off.
Oh, for goodness sake.
Yourjacket, Harry.
You could be wearing a wire.
Is it allowed? They'll make an exception.
Thank you, sir.
Good.
Now we can talk.
They remove them, they fake their deaths.
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No-one ever hears from them again.
Adam, they're being tortured.
That's what this is about.
We have to find that drop.
Maudsley might have had the only evidence.
We can't do things the old way, Harry.
You know that, we play by the book, and what? Do you think anybody else does? Look at the Americans.
Oh, please, don't start talking about the Americans.
Everybody wants you to come on the inside of the circle.
Join us.
You must be joking? Now you may doubt our methods, but see if this persuades you.
The planned attack from Acts of Truth? A major sports stadium.
Several devices capable of inflicting mass murder.
What, would you have preferred that we never found out? Two-thousand-odd lives, for a little discomfort? Discomfort? discomfort? Or is it dogs, Oliver, is that your preferred method? Alsatians biting at men's genitals? What gets them talking? I'm not saying that it's ideal, but what else can we do? Sit back and let this country take hit after hit? We find civilised ways as we have before.
Harry, you know as well as I do.
We were torturing people in Kensington during the Second World War.
So what is my choice? Join in this new nightmare or watch Ruth be thrown to the lions? Think of it as an invitation.
An opportunity.
Save Ruth and join a club.
Offa.
Adam there's a picture of Offa in the window.
I can't believe I didn't see that before.
He is? An obsession of mine.
He was King of Mercia in the 8th century.
I wrote a thesis on him and the site of his palace, now known as Wood Street.
That's the drop Maudsley left for me.
Go round the back.
It could be anywhere.
No, no, not anywhere.
Not anywhere.
It's here, here.
I've got it, I've got it.
Come on.
There's a microfiche reader under the passenger seat.
OK.
Minutes from a meeting.
What's on the agenda? Hang on, hang on, I'm just trying to.
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"Top Secret.
Eyes Only.
" Bloody hell.
You were right.
"Extradition and "special interrogation measures.
" Otherwise known as torture.
Cotterdam's mentioned.
There's other places.
Who's on the guest list? Maudsley, MI6, Special Branch, Military intelligence.
Someone from the government.
Oh, my God.
There's someone here from MI5 too, our section.
Who? It's just a codename.
Our department.
It says Section D - Fox.
That's impossible, somebody must have put that in to stop us exposing it.
What do we do with it? We can't do anything without calling Harry.
DIALS PHONE Where the hell is he? We can't move with all this surveillance.
The surveillance won't stop until I'm arrested.
That's it.
Let's get you arrested.
Zaf, you still there? 'Yep.
' Get a message to Ros.
'Subject leaving the house, moving towards Cherry Road.
'All units apprehend on sight.
'Subject wearing long overcoat, hat and boots.
' SIREN IN DISTANCE SIREN BLARES CAR TYRES SCREECH Armed police, stand still! Armed police, stay still! Keep your hands where I can see them.
Do not move! RINGING TONE ON PHONE There's no answer.
Try him again.
No, still no answer.
God, where is he? He was supposed to be meeting Mace.
OK.
Mace's club.
They'll be there.
Good.
Thank you.
Ruth's been arrested trying to escape.
She's been charged with murder.
Twelve years.
Ten if she's lucky.
Were you so afraid of being passed over, Oliver? Thought you were braver than that.
Harry, this character deconstruction is all very interesting.
But you still haven't answered my question.
How far is it? We're nearly there.
What if I play neither strategy? What if I say Ruth did push Maudsley, but I asked her to do it? What if the rogue officer is me? It doesn't add up.
Doesn't it? Ruth would get a slapped wrist, but that's all because she was only following orders.
But me? A rogue agent at my grade? Wait till the press hear.
Don't be so bloody stupid.
All I need to do is get the waiter to call the police.
Make enough fuss as I go down.
Smash a few tables as I tell my tale.
There must be three or more journalists within shouting distance of this building.
I left my real name at reception.
Try silencing that.
You don't think I will, do you? You don't think.
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I've got it in me? Frankly, no.
Can't take the heat.
Better cool you down.
You need the police to be called.
Not simply Security to put you out on the street like a drunkard.
Very well, then the police it is.
What's happened? Harry's been arrested.
Why? He's attacked Mace.
Looks like he's taking the rap for Maudsley's murder.
He's trying to save Ruth.
Tell me you're kidding.
Oh, my God.
No-one's been able to reach him all afternoon.
The stupid, stupid man.
I can't believe it.
Adam.
Go back to mine.
I'll try and get in to see him.
Harry? We had no option, they had every avenue covered.
Ruth would have spent the rest of her life in prison.
We found Maudsley's drop.
We got the documents.
A secret meeting exposing the whole torture scandal.
Use them.
Find a way.
We can't, not without implicating you.
There's a codename, Fox.
It's an insurance policy.
Use me.
I can't do that.
We are caught whichever way we turn.
You will go to prison for condoning torture.
If you don't stop them they will go on.
You must expose those documents.
You don't.
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Sir, I'm afraid there's now a murder charge been brought against you, Mr Pearce.
I'm sorry I'm going to need you to leave, sir.
You are still one of my operatives.
Expose those documents.
It's an order! You are under suspicion of murder, that makes your orders null and void.
I can't do it, Harry.
I've got the answer.
There is nothing we can do.
I step back into the frame.
OK, it just says someone from Section D, it doesn't say who, so let it be me.
I was Fox.
You discovered I was there, you bring the documents to light.
Discredit Harry's confession as someone looking after a friend, a lover.
I pushed Maudsley cos they told me to.
Do you know what you are doing? Yeah, I'm making sure that we can still expose the torture scandal without Harry being buried with the blame.
What about you? Life in a different direction.
No, Ruth this is madness.
We can't let you.
Think of a better solution.
I tell you how I see it.
Harry goes.
What happens to MI5? This is only Round One in an ongoing battle.
He has to keep fighting.
The authorities in this country cannot be allowed to intimidate and torture.
Harry is the only one who can take it on.
There's no choice.
If I can save him, then I will.
You are admitting to murder.
A murder you didn't do.
You don't have to do this.
Yes, I do.
Ruth.
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Adam, don't even try to talk me out of it.
You know it's right.
We need to Photoshop the meeting between me and Mace.
Almost done.
Easy, isn't it? To throw your whole life away.
Wonder how I will be remembered.
Actually erase that thought.
I don't wonder.
Murderess.
Conspirator.
Betrayer.
Daddy! All right, Wes? Guess where we went? Jenny, give us some privacy.
I was just going to.
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Don't worry.
Come on, Wes, let's go upstairs.
One last thing.
The witness at the tube station.
That's the flat.
You are sure? Jo tracked her down.
She was on the platform.
She couldn't have seen what she said she did.
She was bought.
Bought to give a false witness statement.
She is one of the bastards that set you up.
Can you, um.
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can you say that again? Look, you are going to be fine.
OK.
Where's the gun? Here.
And they're definitely blanks? Definitely.
OK.
Now is your moment.
SIREN IN DISTANCE Aggh! Shut up! Aggh! I said.
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shut up! Look at me.
If you go talking to anyone again, I will kill you.
Do you understand? Listen, you have no idea what you've got yourself into.
That should have done it.
Yeah, there she goes.
Straight on to the police.
You were brilliant.
Lady Macbeth.
Sixth Form play.
Did I wake you? No.
Yes.
Good night.
You awake? Didn't sleep.
No, neither did I.
I'm going to have to remind myself of why exactly I did this for the rest of my life.
You know why.
How much longer? Only a few hours now.
And then? And then it's up to you.
Yeah.
If we ever bump into each other again.
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either here or abroad, I know what you are trained to say, but if we do.
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I'll smile.
Promise? Of course.
I smile at every pretty woman I pass.
Harry, you're covering for someone.
Ruth Evershed is the person we should be looking for.
We've proof of a covert committee she's been working for.
Bringing you down was just a small part of their plan.
Please tell me you've got all of this worked out? So where is Ruth? She disappeared.
Went under our radar.
I'm not stupid, Zaf.
It's all right, I don't need to know.
I just hope she's well-hidden.
There's going to be a full-scale witch-hunt.
Just hope she's got a broomstick.
Have you heard the news, Oliver? No, is it good? The Defence Secretary is with the PM now, resigning.
The PM himself is going to have to face Parliament.
God knows what they're going to do with you.
I'll get my wrists slapped.
They'll re-invent my post.
You can't stop the inevitable.
Oh, I think we can.
The Prime Minister is saying he had nothing to do with it.
You'll be buried, Oliver, along with all the blame.
Oh, and by the way, the seven from Cotterdam have been found in Egypt and they're being brought back to Britain for proper questioning.
Proper questioning? If you play fair, you should expect to lose, Adam.
You know that, even if Harry refuses to see it.
Oh.
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tell him good luck with it from me.
'The Prime Minister refused to comment 'on the resignations of the Defence Secretary 'and members of the intelligence services including Oliver Mace.
'Commentators say it's the end of dark days for the services.
' PHONE RINGS Yes.
Thank you.
They've found her.
Where? Dragged from the Thames this morning.
Yes, that's Ruth.
HE CRIES So, where is she? I told Adam not to tell you.
I told him I'd give him the sack if he didn't.
I don't know what I'll do without you, Ruth.
What are you.
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? You take good care, yes? Yes.
And you.
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don't get shot.
I won't.
Will you feed my cats? Actually, take them to your house.
Will you adopt them? Of course.
Goodbye, Harry.
Goodbye, Ruth.
There is something I have to tell you.
I should have told you years ago.
Harry, please don't.
If I don't tell you now, I never will.
Come on! I'm coming.
Please don't say anything.
Just leave it as something that was never said.
Something wonderful.
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that we've never said.
Let me go, Harry.
We're going to sell nuclear plants to the Saudis? You knew it would be unpopular.
Someone's going to flog them nuclear plants.
'It's the perfect barter deal.
' Good to see you.
Enough, Adam - enough lies.
Last night six men came into the country illegally.
I want to know what they're planning.
The terrorists are our number one priority.
Do what you can.
'I'm going after him.
' MACHINE-GUN FIRE - 2006
My problem is grief - ordinary common grief.
What right do you have to make judgements on my personal life? Your own isn't exactly a shining example, is it? It isn't your fault, Harry.
About Ros.
I'd love to have dinner.
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together.
Are you in love with Ruth, Harry? Ruth has many wonderful qualities.
Don't let this opportunity pass you by, Harry.
Excuse me, have you got any change? It's not taking notes.
Hang on.
Um.
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no, nearly.
Not, not quite.
That'll do.
No, no, no.
I've got some more somewhere.
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Don't worry.
No, no, here we are, excuse me.
Hello? Excuse me, your change? BRAKES SCREECH SIREN SOUNDS SCREAMING AGH.
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! Agh.
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! Harry? There's nothing on it.
Are you sure? It has the feel of a classic drop.
That's the trouble with spies, always looking for meaning in everything.
Are you OK? Yes.
Are you certain? It's silly.
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It's just a stranger, but.
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I just can't quite get the image out of my mind.
It all happened so quickly.
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Oh, God.
Sorry.
Sweet tea.
That's what you need.
There was something in his manner.
Tea bags? Um, second shelf down.
His face was, um, I wish I could describe it.
It's like he was trying to tell me something.
He was about to kill himself.
I'm not sure how much you could read from his face.
Yeah, I know.
And your imagination, especially after a shock like that, it could play tricks.
Promise me you'll take the morning off.
How very English.
Sweet tea.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS Yes? Yes.
I've got to go.
I'm late already.
Look, I'll be fine.
Harry! Well, I expect the Home Secretary will want this to be handled discreetly.
Do we know any more? The formal ID hasn't been done.
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Informally? Yes, it's him.
GUN CLICKS SCREAMING Oh, Christ! Sorry.
Sorry.
Shit.
Shit.
I'll get some locks for the doors.
It's OK.
It's unprofessional.
I should've knocked.
You were up in the night again.
I am a person, you know, you could talk to me.
It's just the odd nightmare.
I could help.
Couldn't I, maybe? It's got to be worth a try.
Sorry, I'm running late.
Alternatively, we could put you in a straitjacket and lock the door.
I'll keep the mad ravings to myself.
See you later, mate.
Still think it's a depressive coincidence? I see you're doing what you were told, taking it easy.
I've asked around, Harry.
He's Mik Maudsley, Head of Security for South East Prisons.
Wife, family, everything to live for.
Nothing to suggest he was depressed or suicidal.
Oh, apart from this - he was at Cotterdam the night of the fire.
Cotterdam? Yeah seems so, but.
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no mention of it in the Special Branch report.
I thought that wasn't due out until later today.
I managed to get a sneak preview.
It's a cover-up, Harry.
It's 360 pages of fiction.
It concludes the fire was an accident.
Cotterdam an accident? Exactly.
And Maudsley's suicide on the day the report comes out? It can't be a coincidence.
What would be gained by Special Branch concealing the truth? Depends what the truth is.
Now, moving onto Item.
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Harry.
Good of you to join us.
Before we start, a question for you, Oliver.
What happened at Cotterdam? Cotterdam? And before you point me in the direction of the Special Branch report.
I have a copy.
I read it.
It's not even published yet.
Just as well, as it tells me nothing.
An accident.
Accidents do happen.
Yes, but accidents inside secure units that kill seven of the country's most wanted men? It's a whitewash, Oliver, and I, for one, would like to know why the truth is being buried.
There is no burial of anything.
That is a serious accusation, Harry.
Maudsley.
What? Mik Maudsley.
Is that supposed to mean something? The name of the man who was Head of Security for South East Prisons.
The same man who threw himself under a train this morning.
That is unfortunate.
I'll say.
I'm sorry you have so little faith in your colleagues.
No-one wants this dragged through the press, so Special Branch were told to lance the boil at source.
Anyone else support Mr Pearce's vote of no-confidence? I thought not.
Shame.
Well, then, gentlemen? Shall we move on? Page four.
Harry, Harry.
You're normally the first to stick your neck out over this sort of thing.
And I do, I have.
But not this time, it seems.
I choose my battles - that's the difference.
If we start saying what we're told, we become an instrument of the state, a puppet force.
Look at Hutton! Yes, but Cotterdam, Harry? Cotterdam is unimportant.
Seven terror suspects died.
Whether it was an accident or not, it was seven lives.
And the intelligence lost? Oh, we pick ourselves up and we go on.
My advice.
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Save your energy for other terrors on the horizon.
Cotterdam Prison.
I want to go back over everything concerning the fire.
I thought Special Branch were taking care of that? So did I.
It appears they've done nothing more than write what they were told to.
I think those terrorists were murdered and someone's protecting their killers.
We could be sleepwalking into vigilantism.
Get everyone assembled.
Ruth, have you told anyone what you witnessed this morning? No.
Or logged a report, as I asked? Not yet.
Good.
What do you mean? I thought you'd.
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Anything back on the ten pound note? Malcolm's still looking at it.
Why? Let's just call it an uncomfortable feeling.
Do nothing.
Cotterdam Prison.
This was filmed two weeks ago, when a fire all but destroyed the building.
All 240 inmates were evacuated except seven.
These seven died in the fire.
All were members of the extremist group " Acts of Truth" and were planning an attack.
Examples of their handiwork.
Bombs without warnings.
Maximum fatalities.
Which we were keen to avoid on UK soil.
But the fire intervened and all our intelligence died with them.
Special Branch have completed their investigation, but their report reads like a thinly disguised cover-up.
Someone knows why these men lost their lives and hasn't come clean.
And then there is Maudsley.
Mik Maudsley.
Head of Security for South East Prisons.
Now he was in Cotterdam the night of the fire, and threw himself in front of a train this morning.
If these seven men were murdered, Maudsley may be the only man who knew by who.
We need to find out who visited the prison on the day of the fire.
But their computer firewall means we can't hack in, we have to do this one on site.
Ros, I'd like you to go in and Zaf back her up, please.
Our presence in Cotterdam is extremely sensitive.
You'll need to be careful.
So, you agree with me now? About the drop.
No.
I am undecided either way.
But if there was a drop and it was targeted at you, I don't want to leave an official trail, until we know what it was.
OK.
Even Adam? You can tell Adam.
I don't have to.
It's up to you.
I'm not saying you should keep things from the team, I'm just saying.
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Don't tell anyone.
Yes.
I mean, no.
Not until we know what it is.
Exactly.
Right.
Ruth.
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Maudsley was being paid by someone.
Six months ago, he was bankrupt and since then, he's had his debts paid.
He died with a healthy bank balance.
No mention of it in the Special Branch report either? No.
Sorry, am I.
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? No.
No.
Hi.
Nothing on it, sorry.
Oh.
Are you sure? I've scoured it, put it through a scanner.
There's nothing at all.
It's just an ordinary tenner.
There's no other tests you can run? Well, I could blow it up if you like, set light to it? No, it's OK, thanks.
I still don't understand how it links to our investigation.
Just routine.
Oh, OK.
I need another favour from you, actually.
Have you still got your contact at the mortuary? What were you trying to tell me? What am I supposed to notice? Angela Webster from the prison IT inspectorate and my assistant, Steven Bhan.
We're here to do a spot check of your IT systems.
There's nothing in the book.
Well, we don't actually make appointments for spot inspections.
But Steven did ring ahead to tell you that we would be in the area this week.
Actually, sorry, I might not have.
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Oh, for God's sake, Steven.
Just call the Governor's office and get this thing cleared up.
'Hello, Governor's office.
' I've got a Miss Webster here.
Apparently she's from the IT inspectorate.
Oh, God, not now.
All right, have her sent up.
But keep her sweet.
If you could place mobile phones, camera equipment and bags in the chute, please.
Thank you.
We want to make sure that you've backed up all your records for the last five years.
Of course.
We back up the information store and all the network drives daily on the DATs and you can see in the job monitor here.
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that there are alerts set up if anything goes wrong.
Tapes are kept off site and rotated on a weekly basis.
Angela, are you all right? It's stuffy in here.
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My asthma.
You OK? Is there anything I can do? My inhaler's in my bag.
She needs her bag.
Can you get it? It's at security.
I shouldn't really.
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I need to stay with her.
You all right? OK.
Breathe slowly.
OK, Jo, he's gone.
The tracker's in my bag.
Let us know when it's on the move.
Will do.
Wow, the level of paranoia these days.
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He's locked it! We need a code.
It has the same system as the civil service.
Put in CR and three asterisks.
How many two-letter combinations are there? HM, try that.
DA.
What was that? Governor's initials.
OK, day of the fire.
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Bingo.
The records are kept by the hour, so we have to do this in stages.
Malcolm, I'm sending over 6am till seven.
It's coming through.
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The IT inspector's bag, please.
The tracker's on the move.
He's on his way back.
I'll just keep sending them.
Jo, where is he now? He's on the stairs two floors away.
How fine are we cutting this? Until we find something.
He's ten feet away.
Only two more files to download.
He's outside.
Here you are.
Is she OK, then? I'm fine.
Yeah, just too many fags last night.
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Thanks.
We need some air.
Thanks.
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Thanks very much.
PHONE RINGS Yes? 'Harry, why are your people sniffing around Cotterdam Prison?' So you're still pursuing Cotterdam? Have you looked into it? A little.
I agree with you, the Special Branch report is shoddy.
I'll get on to it, get them to explain what is going on.
But I.
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The waves you are making are too big.
If we're going to approach this the official way, we need to tread softly.
Make smaller waves? You carry on the way you are and the whole thing will clam up.
We need to work together.
I thought you said you had something for me.
Politics is part of the job, Harry.
You know that.
Let's do this the right way.
The way that involves commissioning another report? A committee delaying the truth until Cotterdam is forgotten? You're not the only moral guardian.
There are others who care about the state of this country.
Then why are you looking in the other direction? I'm not.
Harry.
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Harry! Adam, I think you should see this.
Visitor's log book from the day of the fire at Cotterdam.
All the names check out, apart from this one, Klee.
An electrical contractor.
CCTV still of him entering the prison.
We couldn't find any record of him so we cross referenced this photo with our systems and Klee doesn't exist.
But Zakir Abdul does.
He's a known associate of Acts of Truth.
He's been on our radar for years.
Shit! You know what this means? Acts of Truth bribed Maudsley into letting Abdul into the prison.
No wonder he killed himself.
They killed their own men rather than let us interrogate them.
Where's Abdul? A warehouse in King's Cross.
Jo, let's go.
Malcolm, get Special Ops to meet us there.
If the fire was caused by Acts of Truth, why would Special Branch cover it up? To avoid a scandal.
It doesn't look good - a senior prison manager colluding with terrorists.
Ready? Ready.
Mr Abdul.
This is the British Security Services.
Please put your hands where we can see them.
Zakir Abdul.
You are surrounded by armed officers! Put your hands where we can see them! Abdul! Harry, Acts of Truth got here first.
Mr Abdul has been expended with, like the seven suspects.
They're tightening the net.
'They must be planning an attack.
'I'll raise the alert to level six.
Get back here, Adam.
' I know you're going to say I'm crazy, and maybe I am, but I just.
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don't think any of it makes sense.
What? Maudsley.
Ruth.
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No, just hear me out.
The way he looked, he wasn't a guilty man.
You saw him for a split second.
You couldn't possibly.
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I know, I know.
Rationally, I know that, but.
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Ruth.
Listen, you can relax.
Maudsley was the man on the inside.
Forensics have found DNA evidence which proves he visited Zakir Abdul at the warehouse.
But there was no drop.
You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Yes? I don't want you to get fixated on this.
Fixated? Well, no, not fixated.
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Sorry, that's the wrong word.
But I'm worried about you.
I'm fine.
You look exhausted.
Oh, Harry.
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Let me give you a lift home? No, I'm going to go on the tube.
Don't be such a stubborn old mule.
Mule? Well, I don't mean mule.
It's a phrase.
God, those two.
One minute, it's off, the next it's all on again.
I hadn't noticed.
This tracker should tell us.
If it's straight home for Ruth, then maybe not.
But if it's out for a Chinese or a curry, then maybe.
I'm really not interested.
Come on, there's not much else to smile about.
Ask Zaf - he's running a book.
See you in the morning, Harry.
Bye, Ruth.
Bye.
No date then.
I thought you said you were going home.
Maudsley's house.
What the hell are you up to, Ruth? Zaf, meet me at Mik Maudsley's house.
DOOR BUZZES Come on.
Phone Harry.
You must be joking.
She's his rose-tinted blind spot.
Adam, then.
Sure, when we find out what she's doing here.
I don't like spying on Ruth.
So don't.
What gun was Abdul shot with? It was a Chinese Type 67.
Bit unusual.
Very.
Made Malcolm's day.
Like this one? You're jumping to conclusions.
What conclusions? I've said nothing.
But what's she doing here? At Maudsley's house? And if this is part of the team's operation, how come we don't know anything about it? Hi.
Hello.
Just the apple, please.
Sorry, I've only got a tenner.
Thanks very much.
Ruth.
Oh, my God.
What the hell is going on? Thank God it's you.
Why are you acting alone? I'll tell you, but let's get back to Thames House.
I'll tell you there.
Is there a problem? Yes, Ruth, I think there is.
What's going on? We need to talk to you, Ruth.
Do I, do I need to sit down, Harry? It's going to be all right.
Let's go into Harry's office.
No, no whatever it is, let's.
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just do it here.
Are you sure? Yes.
What were you doing at Maudsley's house? Nothing, I mean I was.
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You don't deny you went there? No.
Authorised? No.
Luckily, you were reported.
At the Maudsley house, a Chinese Type 67 was found, the same one that killed Mr Abdul.
Know anything about it? No.
Of course she doesn't.
This is insane.
Maudsley was under suspicion of colluding with terrorists.
I didn't believe that.
Whether you believed it or not is immaterial.
You were at his house, you went to the mortuary, you were behind him when he committed suicide.
None of these events have been logged.
She was following my orders.
I thought he was making a drop.
You were working with him.
That is ridiculous.
And the two of you were working for Acts of Truth.
When Maudsley died, you went to his house to destroy the evidence.
That is not true.
There was a drop.
Ruth.
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I found it.
So where is it? OK, let's see it.
Let's see where this takes us.
Is there a problem? I'm not sure.
Malcolm? It's blank.
What? Are you sure? Sorry, Ruth, there's nothing on it.
There was no drop, Ruth.
You and Maudsley were working for Acts of Truth.
Things got out of hand, you pushed him.
That's not true.
I'm sorry, Harry.
You met Maudsley, followed him to the platform and pushed him.
That's been tampered with.
It's a fake.
Please, Zaf, let's not make this any more upsetting than it already is.
We have witnesses saying they saw you push him.
What witnesses? You were seen, Ruth.
Apart from the CCTV, you were seen.
I will sort this out, I promise, Ruth.
I will sort this out.
Harry, I've seen it before.
Too many times.
We've done it to too many people.
Sir, will you move.
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? Do not address me! So do we back off Cotterdam? Absolutely not.
Cotterdam's the key.
Ros, next time you come to me before you go to anyone else.
I was just reporting the facts.
You were striking back at Harry.
I know you all have this loyalty to Ruth, but she's pulling the wool over your eyes.
This isn't your father we're talking about.
No, it's more devious.
If it turns out to be wrong, I'll be the first one to celebrate with you, Harry.
My hands were tied, you can see that.
What would you have done? Turned a blind eye? I thought that was your speciality.
Once a report has been made, Harry, there's nothing one can do.
You know Ruth, you know what she's capable of.
The Chinese Type 67? Look, I don't pretend to know what's really going on here but I'm asking for your help.
I need time, Oliver.
I'll give you a day.
I'll have her put under surveillance, one day and then she'll be arrested.
Don't ask me for more.
And no contact.
Any contact between you and her and it's out of my hands.
Thank you.
Adam.
Everything we say is going to be scrutinised.
We need to re-group.
We need to stay calm, work out how best to clear her name.
Was anyone followed here? I think we're clear.
Surprised to see you here.
Can I have a word? You had better say it to everyone.
I'm not sorry, I was doing my job.
But you were wrong? I agree she has been set up.
Why frame Ruth, though, what do they gain? They get to me.
How is she? No-one's allowed to speak to her.
How do you think? Scared out of her wits.
We need to find whatever it was that Maudsley was trying to get to Ruth.
So we all agree that Maudsley made a drop? I think it's time to trust Ruth.
I should have done that in the first place.
Let's assume Maudsley's innocent.
He's in prison that night.
He knows Special Branch are hiding something.
He identifies Ruth as the person to get information to Harry, it's a good choice, close but not too close.
Why not go straight to Harry? Too risky.
What the hell is it? Pandora's box.
Something worth dying for to expose.
What about Maudsley? Military background.
Before prisons, he had intelligence training.
The drop could be anywhere.
It'll be specific.
Somewhere Ruth can uncover.
He will have laid it with care.
Zaf, check the satellite images of Cotterdam that night.
We can't rely on any official evidence.
Harry.
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I know, stay level-headed.
Ros, I need you to do something for me.
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DOOR SHUTS, SMASH UPSTAIRS Adam wants to see you.
Usual place.
How can I get out? Same way I got in.
I'll stay here and be you.
I never apologise, by the way.
But if you did? Four hours, Cinderella.
Then you turn into a pumpkin.
PHONE RINGS Yes.
It's time to talk.
I thought we were talking.
No, talk properly.
Come for lunch.
Without your disciples.
Anyone? Not yet.
What are those? Zaf's contact at the Russian Embassy passed them on.
They look like satellite photos.
It's Cotterdam the night of the fire.
Oh, my God.
What? What is it? There.
I don't.
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What? Seven people are being removed from the prison.
It's two hours before the fire.
This isn't Acts of Truth.
We've been looking in the wrong direction.
Well, who removed them? The Intelligence Services? Who else could have pulled it off? It explains the Special Branch rushed report, the attempted cover-up, even framing you.
Harry.
Oliver.
Take your jacket off.
Oh, for goodness sake.
Yourjacket, Harry.
You could be wearing a wire.
Is it allowed? They'll make an exception.
Thank you, sir.
Good.
Now we can talk.
They remove them, they fake their deaths.
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No-one ever hears from them again.
Adam, they're being tortured.
That's what this is about.
We have to find that drop.
Maudsley might have had the only evidence.
We can't do things the old way, Harry.
You know that, we play by the book, and what? Do you think anybody else does? Look at the Americans.
Oh, please, don't start talking about the Americans.
Everybody wants you to come on the inside of the circle.
Join us.
You must be joking? Now you may doubt our methods, but see if this persuades you.
The planned attack from Acts of Truth? A major sports stadium.
Several devices capable of inflicting mass murder.
What, would you have preferred that we never found out? Two-thousand-odd lives, for a little discomfort? Discomfort? discomfort? Or is it dogs, Oliver, is that your preferred method? Alsatians biting at men's genitals? What gets them talking? I'm not saying that it's ideal, but what else can we do? Sit back and let this country take hit after hit? We find civilised ways as we have before.
Harry, you know as well as I do.
We were torturing people in Kensington during the Second World War.
So what is my choice? Join in this new nightmare or watch Ruth be thrown to the lions? Think of it as an invitation.
An opportunity.
Save Ruth and join a club.
Offa.
Adam there's a picture of Offa in the window.
I can't believe I didn't see that before.
He is? An obsession of mine.
He was King of Mercia in the 8th century.
I wrote a thesis on him and the site of his palace, now known as Wood Street.
That's the drop Maudsley left for me.
Go round the back.
It could be anywhere.
No, no, not anywhere.
Not anywhere.
It's here, here.
I've got it, I've got it.
Come on.
There's a microfiche reader under the passenger seat.
OK.
Minutes from a meeting.
What's on the agenda? Hang on, hang on, I'm just trying to.
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"Top Secret.
Eyes Only.
" Bloody hell.
You were right.
"Extradition and "special interrogation measures.
" Otherwise known as torture.
Cotterdam's mentioned.
There's other places.
Who's on the guest list? Maudsley, MI6, Special Branch, Military intelligence.
Someone from the government.
Oh, my God.
There's someone here from MI5 too, our section.
Who? It's just a codename.
Our department.
It says Section D - Fox.
That's impossible, somebody must have put that in to stop us exposing it.
What do we do with it? We can't do anything without calling Harry.
DIALS PHONE Where the hell is he? We can't move with all this surveillance.
The surveillance won't stop until I'm arrested.
That's it.
Let's get you arrested.
Zaf, you still there? 'Yep.
' Get a message to Ros.
'Subject leaving the house, moving towards Cherry Road.
'All units apprehend on sight.
'Subject wearing long overcoat, hat and boots.
' SIREN IN DISTANCE SIREN BLARES CAR TYRES SCREECH Armed police, stand still! Armed police, stay still! Keep your hands where I can see them.
Do not move! RINGING TONE ON PHONE There's no answer.
Try him again.
No, still no answer.
God, where is he? He was supposed to be meeting Mace.
OK.
Mace's club.
They'll be there.
Good.
Thank you.
Ruth's been arrested trying to escape.
She's been charged with murder.
Twelve years.
Ten if she's lucky.
Were you so afraid of being passed over, Oliver? Thought you were braver than that.
Harry, this character deconstruction is all very interesting.
But you still haven't answered my question.
How far is it? We're nearly there.
What if I play neither strategy? What if I say Ruth did push Maudsley, but I asked her to do it? What if the rogue officer is me? It doesn't add up.
Doesn't it? Ruth would get a slapped wrist, but that's all because she was only following orders.
But me? A rogue agent at my grade? Wait till the press hear.
Don't be so bloody stupid.
All I need to do is get the waiter to call the police.
Make enough fuss as I go down.
Smash a few tables as I tell my tale.
There must be three or more journalists within shouting distance of this building.
I left my real name at reception.
Try silencing that.
You don't think I will, do you? You don't think.
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I've got it in me? Frankly, no.
Can't take the heat.
Better cool you down.
You need the police to be called.
Not simply Security to put you out on the street like a drunkard.
Very well, then the police it is.
What's happened? Harry's been arrested.
Why? He's attacked Mace.
Looks like he's taking the rap for Maudsley's murder.
He's trying to save Ruth.
Tell me you're kidding.
Oh, my God.
No-one's been able to reach him all afternoon.
The stupid, stupid man.
I can't believe it.
Adam.
Go back to mine.
I'll try and get in to see him.
Harry? We had no option, they had every avenue covered.
Ruth would have spent the rest of her life in prison.
We found Maudsley's drop.
We got the documents.
A secret meeting exposing the whole torture scandal.
Use them.
Find a way.
We can't, not without implicating you.
There's a codename, Fox.
It's an insurance policy.
Use me.
I can't do that.
We are caught whichever way we turn.
You will go to prison for condoning torture.
If you don't stop them they will go on.
You must expose those documents.
You don't.
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Sir, I'm afraid there's now a murder charge been brought against you, Mr Pearce.
I'm sorry I'm going to need you to leave, sir.
You are still one of my operatives.
Expose those documents.
It's an order! You are under suspicion of murder, that makes your orders null and void.
I can't do it, Harry.
I've got the answer.
There is nothing we can do.
I step back into the frame.
OK, it just says someone from Section D, it doesn't say who, so let it be me.
I was Fox.
You discovered I was there, you bring the documents to light.
Discredit Harry's confession as someone looking after a friend, a lover.
I pushed Maudsley cos they told me to.
Do you know what you are doing? Yeah, I'm making sure that we can still expose the torture scandal without Harry being buried with the blame.
What about you? Life in a different direction.
No, Ruth this is madness.
We can't let you.
Think of a better solution.
I tell you how I see it.
Harry goes.
What happens to MI5? This is only Round One in an ongoing battle.
He has to keep fighting.
The authorities in this country cannot be allowed to intimidate and torture.
Harry is the only one who can take it on.
There's no choice.
If I can save him, then I will.
You are admitting to murder.
A murder you didn't do.
You don't have to do this.
Yes, I do.
Ruth.
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Adam, don't even try to talk me out of it.
You know it's right.
We need to Photoshop the meeting between me and Mace.
Almost done.
Easy, isn't it? To throw your whole life away.
Wonder how I will be remembered.
Actually erase that thought.
I don't wonder.
Murderess.
Conspirator.
Betrayer.
Daddy! All right, Wes? Guess where we went? Jenny, give us some privacy.
I was just going to.
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Don't worry.
Come on, Wes, let's go upstairs.
One last thing.
The witness at the tube station.
That's the flat.
You are sure? Jo tracked her down.
She was on the platform.
She couldn't have seen what she said she did.
She was bought.
Bought to give a false witness statement.
She is one of the bastards that set you up.
Can you, um.
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can you say that again? Look, you are going to be fine.
OK.
Where's the gun? Here.
And they're definitely blanks? Definitely.
OK.
Now is your moment.
SIREN IN DISTANCE Aggh! Shut up! Aggh! I said.
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shut up! Look at me.
If you go talking to anyone again, I will kill you.
Do you understand? Listen, you have no idea what you've got yourself into.
That should have done it.
Yeah, there she goes.
Straight on to the police.
You were brilliant.
Lady Macbeth.
Sixth Form play.
Did I wake you? No.
Yes.
Good night.
You awake? Didn't sleep.
No, neither did I.
I'm going to have to remind myself of why exactly I did this for the rest of my life.
You know why.
How much longer? Only a few hours now.
And then? And then it's up to you.
Yeah.
If we ever bump into each other again.
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either here or abroad, I know what you are trained to say, but if we do.
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I'll smile.
Promise? Of course.
I smile at every pretty woman I pass.
Harry, you're covering for someone.
Ruth Evershed is the person we should be looking for.
We've proof of a covert committee she's been working for.
Bringing you down was just a small part of their plan.
Please tell me you've got all of this worked out? So where is Ruth? She disappeared.
Went under our radar.
I'm not stupid, Zaf.
It's all right, I don't need to know.
I just hope she's well-hidden.
There's going to be a full-scale witch-hunt.
Just hope she's got a broomstick.
Have you heard the news, Oliver? No, is it good? The Defence Secretary is with the PM now, resigning.
The PM himself is going to have to face Parliament.
God knows what they're going to do with you.
I'll get my wrists slapped.
They'll re-invent my post.
You can't stop the inevitable.
Oh, I think we can.
The Prime Minister is saying he had nothing to do with it.
You'll be buried, Oliver, along with all the blame.
Oh, and by the way, the seven from Cotterdam have been found in Egypt and they're being brought back to Britain for proper questioning.
Proper questioning? If you play fair, you should expect to lose, Adam.
You know that, even if Harry refuses to see it.
Oh.
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tell him good luck with it from me.
'The Prime Minister refused to comment 'on the resignations of the Defence Secretary 'and members of the intelligence services including Oliver Mace.
'Commentators say it's the end of dark days for the services.
' PHONE RINGS Yes.
Thank you.
They've found her.
Where? Dragged from the Thames this morning.
Yes, that's Ruth.
HE CRIES So, where is she? I told Adam not to tell you.
I told him I'd give him the sack if he didn't.
I don't know what I'll do without you, Ruth.
What are you.
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? You take good care, yes? Yes.
And you.
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don't get shot.
I won't.
Will you feed my cats? Actually, take them to your house.
Will you adopt them? Of course.
Goodbye, Harry.
Goodbye, Ruth.
There is something I have to tell you.
I should have told you years ago.
Harry, please don't.
If I don't tell you now, I never will.
Come on! I'm coming.
Please don't say anything.
Just leave it as something that was never said.
Something wonderful.
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that we've never said.
Let me go, Harry.
We're going to sell nuclear plants to the Saudis? You knew it would be unpopular.
Someone's going to flog them nuclear plants.
'It's the perfect barter deal.
' Good to see you.
Enough, Adam - enough lies.
Last night six men came into the country illegally.
I want to know what they're planning.
The terrorists are our number one priority.
Do what you can.
'I'm going after him.
' MACHINE-GUN FIRE - 2006