MI-5 (2002–2011): Season 7, Episode 6 - Episode #7.6 - full transcript

- Sugar Horse, what is it?
- No idea.

I promise you
I've never seen that before.

It's all right,
I know you had to do it.

I'm afraid when I told you I had never
heard of Sugar Horse, I was lying.

I need you to remember

everything that happened
at that time.

- Who was present?
- I was tortured

for 17 days continuously.

- Was Sugar Horse the reason?
- I'm certain it was.

When I was meant to be out cold,
I kept hearing a word.

Pilgrim. So I checked it out.



The only link seems to be
to an MI5 officer.

Are you all right?

You and me!

The old team.

Just under 20 years ago
as the Berlin Wall was collapsing,

Richard Dolby, Hugo Prince and I

conceived the most complex
viral network of spies

ever to have infiltrated
the Russian political system.

We recruited young
pro-Western minds in all areas,

with one aim.
To ensure that in 20 years,

we would have moles at the very
highest levels of Russian life,

moles who could limit or destroy
the Russian nuclear threat.

We have that capability.
Operation Sugar Horse,

which has remained
entirely uncompromised.



Until I told you that the Russians
had interrogated me about it.

Yes.

And I didn't know how the Russians knew
about Sugar Horse until now.

I am waiting for some intel
from a Sugar Horse asset in Moscow

and then I will expose
the identity of a mole within MI5,

a traitor...

who has tried to sabotage a 20-year
British Intelligence operation.

When I expose the mole, all hell will
break loose, both here and in Russia.

I'll need both your support.

- Whatever you need, Harry.
- Anything at all.

Thank you. Thank you both.

Trancript by Chocolate

Team River Thames
Kiry

Spooks 706

Last week's killing
of 325 Palestinian civilians

by an Israeli missile in Gaza
has sent shock-waves through the region.

The announcement of an emergency summit
to be held in London in two days' time

represents what surely must be
the last chance

to stop the cycle
of attack and reprisal.

British Foreign Sec. Rachel Beauchamp
and UN negotiator Claude Denizet

have both personally staked a huge
amount on the success of the summit.

Well, we are dealing with great
historical complexity here,

with ownership rights
that go back thousands of years...

I've got the security details
of the Palestinian Fatah delegation.

They're staying at the Stanmore.

The Israelis are at the Haymarket
in Knightsbridge.

And Claude Denizet
and the UN negotiating team?

They're staying at the Asquith.

- Can we get surveillance?
- Not inside the hotel.

Each side will accuse the other
of spying on them

and toys will be thrown
from diplomatic prams.

Ros, can I show you something?

I have a filter that alerts me
to explosive substances

or military equipment sold on-line.
It just flashed this up.

- What is it?
- A limited issue 7.2 VHI immobiliser.

- In English.
- An assassin's best friend.

Point that at a moving vehicle,
all the electrics freeze up.

- I thought these were classified stock.
- They are.

So what's it doing in the public
domain 2 days before

a highly explosive political summit?

I want that in safe hands before the
Israelis and Palestinians touch down.

I'm glad you said that. I just took
the liberty of buying it.

Where are you?

I've just seen the UN Special Negotiator
into his hotel.

Is he always that arrogant?

I need you to pick something up
on your way in.

- Croissants?
- Not exactly.

We must achieve it
to bring both sides together.

This latest incident cannot put us
off the path towards a lasting peace.

But Claude Denizet
is notoriously pro-Israel.

Surely a special negotiator
needs to be completely impartial.

I can assure you the...

Don't worry, I'll get it.

Morning, Jake Carson.
Come about the auction item?

Dean? Come in.

- All right?
- Upstairs.

- You've got school in 20 minutes.
- That's loads of time.

You haven't even had your breakfast.
How is that loads of time?

Stop hassling me.
All right, let me do my business.

This way.

There it is.

- Where did you get it?
- Look, do you want it or not?

- Foreign Secretary.
- "The Middle East olive tree

is almost stripped bare
of its branches."

"Only one remains
and the London summit

will either nurture that branch
or the tree will surely die."

Today's Times leader. So,

no pressure then.

If I may I introduce
my section chief, Ros Myers.

She'll be in charge
of the security operation

for yourself
and the UN Special Negotiator.

I wanted to talk about that. Claude
Denizet has enemies on both sides.

- I want a minor army protecting him.
- That'll make the taxpayer wince.

We've given him
double team protection,

sealed off all the areas around
the negotiations and staff

and media personnel have been vetted.
You will be talking within a...

- proverbial fortress.
- Thank you, Ms Myers.

It's the possible arrows from within
I'm concerned about.

Excuse me, Foreign Secretary.
I have to deal with this.

- Anything I should worry about?
- Nothing at all.

- Ros, did you send backup?
- No,

I thought the Israeli Prime Minister
had a greater need.

So why have the cavalry
arrived at our door?

Looks like someone else
is interested in our toy.

Well, make sure they don't get it.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

Downstairs.

Don't let me down.

This summit is critical.

- What is it?
- A piece of errant tool-kit.

Lucas is mopping up
but there appears to be other interest.

Lock it down. The world's watching,
I don't want any surprises.

Excuse me, what do you think
you're doing?

Making it seem to the gentlemen outside
that you're on the phone.

Don't worry, it's a gas complaint line,
you'll be on hold for hours.

I need you to walk out the back door
right now. Go!

Who are you really?

Robert Wheeler, Security Services.
There are two cars watching your house.

I think it has
something to do with this.

- What is it?
- I'll explain later, let's go.

- Not until I know what's going on.
- Look!

Your choice is relatively simple.
It's me or them.

Tell them you're on the phone
and you'll be there in a minute. Loudly.

Do it!

I'm on the phone. Just a second!

Go, go.

Lucas is on the move, with the kid
and his mother. They're a mile away.

- What have you got on them?
- Sarah Mitchell,

single mother,
works in a customer care centre.

6 credit cards, all at their limit.

- Where are you taking us?
- We need to ask some questions.

Whatever it is you're up to,
we'll find out.

Her only son Dean is 16.

Talent for IT and an equally
impressive history of skipping school.

- Father?
- He left over 10 years ago.

They're alone.

- I want to talk to the police.
- Mum, just leave it, don't.

- Be my guest.
- What?

It's three nines.

- Sarah Mitchell?
- How did you know my name?

- This is MI5 headquarters.
- I called the police.

I know. I also know the contents
of your mobile address book...

including your dentist, Dr Chen.

Can we speak to our officer now?

Go ahead.

- Lucas, where are you?
- Nearly with you.

Park underground, come straight up
to the interrogation room.

Do we have any ID on the other men?

Not yet. I'm hoping your young friend
will be able to help us.

Lucas, go past the gate.

Head for the store,
don't talk to the servants.

Get your heads below the seats,
please.

- I don't understand.
- Understanding's overrated. Just do it.

They look official.

We're bringing
the Mitchell case in-house.

Our comms have been burnt. They've
listened to every word we've spoken.

Who are they?

Someone with connexions
to get into our codes.

It must be the summit. Someone
is trying to gain an advantage.

Mossad?

Or a Hamas-funded terror cell.
Take your pick.

I'm getting the Grid swept,
changing all the encryptions.

It'll take a day to reconfigure.

For now, back to base level. No comms,
no hi-tech work, Lucas is off the map.

He'll enjoy that.

I've checked Dean's e-mails,
no mention

of the immobiliser.
He covered his tracks.

Ros, the 7.2 VHI immobiliser
was being developed

by BMB technologies
in a factory in Eastbourne.

An advanced prototype was taken
from its research unit last week.

Find out who took it.
Jo, cover the Mitchells' disappearance.

I do not want the police
sticking their noses in this.

Where's Harry? I need permission
to reconfigure his phones.

Just do it, Malcolm.
Harry's gone fishing.

- When's... Asset K arriving?
- Three o'clock this afternoon.

And you've no idea
what intel they might be bringing?

They're breaking 20 years' silence.

I trust it's more
than a weather forecast.

You're hoping they'll tell you
who the Sugar Horse mole is.

Or confirm what we both suspect.

Connie James.

I'm sorry, Harry.

I know how hard this is for you.

Nobody else...

in your team has any idea
about this, have they?

Only you and I are aware
of the existence of Asset K.

Let's keep it that way.

I assume you'll go yourself.

After 20 years waiting
I'm not anxious to delegate.

You know, I used to play
rugger for Cambridge,

back in the days
when the dinosaurs roamed the earth.

In those days,
when you got a penalty

it was considered ungentlemanly
to kick for goal.

That was the sort of thing
that Yorkshiremen did.

Gentleman... were supposed
to tap and run.

Go for glory!

Well,

this is your tap and run, Harry.

Good luck.

- Harry.
- Give me a quick update on the summit.

I'm in the middle of organising

the security detail
for the UN negotiating team.

- Excellent. Any problems?
- Mr Denizet is being demanding.

Well, he's French.
What did you expect?

Listen, I've got a little assignment
for you.

I'll fill you in when I get back.
I need someone I can trust.

The Israeli and Palestinians are about
to fly in 2 different airports.

How did they decide?

They tossed a coin and the Palestinians
lost, they got Heathrow.

I'm stuck here for the next hours.

- Can you take these to Lucas?
- I'll go.

Venue 7.

Yeah, is that BMB Technologies?
Sam Johnson, Trans Securities.

We handle your CCTV. Can I speak to
your head of operations?

Right, move.

- I'll have the 300 back now.
- I don't have it.

Put it in your sock
on the upstairs landing.

Watching the wrong cop shows, mate.

What are we doing here?
Please tell us what's going on.

Your son's the one
who can tell us that. Let's go.

Move it, we haven't got all day.

Look, I've got work to get to.
I can't afford to lose my job.

Your manager's been told
you've had a bereavement.

Focus on getting your son
to loosen his tongue.

He won't tell you anything.
Not if he thinks you're police.

Has he been in trouble before?

You try growing up where we live,
see how you do.

Did he steal that thing?

I doubt it's part of
a school science project.

Look,

we may be away for a while.

Buy what you need. Stay in my eyeline.
Go on, be quick.

So what is it you don't want
your mum to know?

Nothing.

- Come on, you're too smart for that.
- Just leave me alone...

Anyone playing it as cool as you are
must be scared of something.

Don't try to sweet-talk me.

If you're gonna arrest me, do it.
I done nothing wrong.

- You had classified military hardware.
- I found it on the street.

- That was a bit of luck.
- You bet.

This isn't a toy.

This is part of an assassin's tool kit.
It can take out a vehicle's electrics

with one click of the trigger.

You saw it being used! Where?

When?

Now listen to me.
I can protect you and your mum.

If you don't tell me what happened,
I'll walk out of here right now.

And you can protect her yourself.
Now what did you see?

All right, look, I was cycling round
the estate the other day, OK?

And there was some guy there,
I've never seen him before.

He had some sort of gun.

Where's the rucksack?

I dumped it.
There was nothing else in it.

- What's gonna happen to me?
- Walk with me.

- What is it?
- Just be your usual skulking self, OK?

Where's my mum?

Go!

- Where's my mum?
- Just keep moving.

Go, go. Go!

- Show Malcolm.
- Wheels plus 412.

Go!

We got an upgrade.

From Lucas.
I also got a photo of one of them.

Oh, yes, it's one of those codes
we used in the '90s.

- Nice work.
- It's a time and a place.

An estate in the White City area.
6.10am. Wednesday 27th.

Well, there was an accident there

at 6.12am on Wednesday 27th.

- Involving a motorbike, one fatality.
- Cause of accident?

- Complete... electrical failure
- ... to the motorbike's systems.

He was taken out by the immobiliser,
an assassination.

Dean Mitchell saw it. That's why
they're after him. He's a witness.

Well, the dead man
was Stephen Fitzmaurice.

- Photographer?
- Why kill a photographer?

Well, Fitzmaurice was paparazzi,

mostly following C-list celebrities
to catch them with their bits out.

I very much doubt he was killed
for clicking someone's cleavage.

Jo, get down to the morgue,
see if there was anything on him.

... that every stage of the peace
process is slow and painstaking...

but I believe tomorrow we will see
the beginning of a...

consensus,

because the vast majority
of both Israelis and Palestinians

- want it to happen.
- What's going on?

Close the door.

A Russian sleeper asset
is coming to London to meet me.

Bringing vital intel on a MI5 mole.

- How long has he been asleep?
- It's a she.

She's been asleep for 20 years,
a Sugar Horse asset.

She's arriving in 2 hours as part of

the Russian media delegation
for the summit.

We need to meet unobserved

- and the FSB are all over me.
- You need to create a smokescreen.

Find me someone in the same
delegation who could be a suspect.

- A fall guy.
- The dirtier the better.

Ros. This is the man who took the
immobiliser from the research unit.

- Did he steal it?
- No. He had Grade A authorisation.

- So it's an inside job.
- He signed out as Michael Smith.

No face or name matches.
We've nothing on him.

That's because his name's
not really Michael Smith.

- It's Michael Sands.
- You know him?

Special Ops officer for MI6
for 20 years in the Middle East.

Headed up a covert cell
specialising in difficult completions

in Jordan, Syria and Israel.

- Completions?
- An assassination unit.

3 years ago he was ordered
to eliminate 2 Hamas leaders

in the Syrian desert,

went missing in action.
His file was officially closed.

He went underground.

Malcolm, can you check that man from the
shopping centre against Sands' profile.

I think Sands went native.
He's just the type,

narcissist, violent dreamer.

And now he's back on British soil
on the eve of a major summit.

Ros, your man on the escalator,

he's MI6. He was a member
of Sands' Syrian unit.

It's a black op. Sands will know
all our modes of communication.

Keep Lucas moving, and be careful.

When a man like Sands is involved,
normal rules don't apply.

That way.

Not quite the Savoy, I'm afraid.

Right,

I'll stay down here,
you two take the bedrooms.

What are you doing?

It's either this or we don't
switch the lights on.

- This place is supposed to be derelict.
- Mum, just leave the man alone.

Dean... do the front door.

Come on, where's your Blitz spirit?

Why don't you look in the cupboard,
see if there's some food.

I suppose a takeaway
is out the question.

Afraid so.

Listen, every night
I phone my mother.

She's not well.
I, I just make a quick call.

- Please.
- Sorry.

She's 82. She's all alone.
She just needs to hear my voice!

Just what did Dean see?

An accident. He was a witness
and we just need time to sort it out.

Nothing's going to happen
to us, is it?

He's all I've got in the world.

And he's a pain in the arse and I want
to throttle him about five times a day.

If anything happened to him...

Please tell me nothing's
gonna happen to him.

I swear to you.

Everything's going to be fine.

This is your fall guy.

Dmitri Volyakov,

Middle East correspondent
for Russian State Television.

Arriving as part of the media
delegation. He has criminal history.

Taking gangster cash and laundering it
through international connections.

I think if we tempt him with more
of the same he'll take the bait.

Then from now on,
as far as everyone else is concerned,

Mr Volyakov is our sleeper asset.

One more thing, Connie.
If I'm to meet Mr Volyakov,

I'll need someone
to meet the real Asset K.

Just tell me where.

Oh, madame, as we both know,
the Israelis will never talk to Hamas.

The world's media spotlight
is on us, Claude.

Let's not promise
what we can't deliver.

- Harry?
- Asset K has arrived.

- How is she?
- Remarkably calm.

- Aged a little.
- Haven't we all?

How's the fall guy?

- Suitably seedy. You chose well.
- You're too kind.

Asset K has arrived.

I'm meeting him at 9am tomorrow,
The Asquith Hotel.

Good luck, Harry.

Harry Pearce just called.

The asset is in London.

And I know where they're meeting.

We can begin.

I've just got back from the morgue.

- Anything of interest?
- The usual.

Phone, wallet, keys, but I found this
in Fitzmaurice's camera bag.

It's scratched, it could have
been damaged in the crash.

OK. Get it to Malcolm,

- let me know if he manages to open it.
- Sure.

I've managed to retrieve
part of a photo from the CD Rom.

I'm afraid the disc was a bit scratched,
but still... Look familiar?

Claude Denizet, Special Negotiator
for the United Nations.

Why was a pap like Fitzmaurice
taking photos of a UN negotiator?

- It doesn't make sense.
- He's arguing with someone.

We need to find out who.
When was this photo?

He saved the file on April 3rd.

According to Fitzmaurice's
credit card receipt,

on 3rd April he checked into a hotel
in Central London. It was the Barclay.

Get down there, Jo. Find out
where he was pointing his camera.

I've hacked into the list of guests
staying at the Hotel Victoire the 3rd.

They include the television
actress Eva Longoria.

She was staying
in one of the luxury suites.

He must have been trying to get shots
of her when he saw the person

booked into the room next door,
Mr Michael Smith.

- Michael Sands' legend.
- That's who Denizet was arguing with.

Sands must be pressurising Denizet
to alter the peace process in some way.

Who is he working for?
Israel, Hamas?

Either way, Stephen Fitzmaurice
was killed because he saw Sands

- threatening Denizet.
- Why go after Dean Mitchell?

Dean Mitchell
witnessed the assassination.

But he couldn't possibly
know what it meant.

Unless Dean Mitchell has
something else we don't know

- about some other evidence.
- The full photograph.

And he's too scared to say.

Officer Myers.

- I'm told you're the stuff of legend.
- I'm not Greek, and I'm not dead.

Oh, you'll never be Greek.

- How did you get in here?
- Don't go calling for help.

That wouldn't be wise.

We want Dean Mitchell.

Drop him off. Any police station.

Why are you so interested
in Dean Mitchell?

- Nothing to do with an accident he saw?
- It's not important why.

- It is to me. He's a British citizen.
- He's a thief.

And will he get a fair trial
to prove that?

Much as the political rights
of the modern teenager fascinate me,

my concern remains security
in the Middle East.

Is that what you've been working on
for the last three years?

You've been in the desert too long.
You've got sand in your shoes.

Trust me, I'm pretty much the only hope
this peace process has left.

And how is Dean Mitchell
jeopardising that?

Stop protecting him, Myers,
for your own sake.

- Are you threatening me?
- No.

- I'm proposing that we work together.
- Yeah, well,

then next time you wanna meet,
try the telephone,

put a date in the diary and we can
discuss the fruits of our collaboration.

You really do live up to your
reputation. How rare that is these days.

There's the number.

You have 24 hours to deliver him.
Then I stop being so understanding.

Come on, Jeremy,
keeping the voice of Hamas

out of discussion and refusing to,
as he put it, talk to terrorists...

Unless everyone is at the table,
how can talks begin?

Look at Northern Ireland. Peace
wasn't achieved until Sinn Fein...

... claiming they are being
denied a voice.

You're up early.

I never got to sleep
in the first place.

Why are there no proper beds
in this dump, man?

That's not why you didn't sleep,
though, is it?

Why did that guy
kill the man on the bike?

That's what we're trying
to find out.

Is that why you're looking after me,
like, witness protection or something?

In the shopping centre...

Were they...

- were they trying to kill me?
- If they were, you'd be dead by now.

So,

why did you want me
to cover for you last night?

My mum don't like me
cycling round that estate block.

She thinks it's dangerous.
She'd go crazy if I told her, so...

I don't think
that's the only reason.

I think you're protecting her.

You think she's fragile, and... if she
finds out the truth, she'll break.

I just don't want her fretting.
Gets on my nerves.

Is that why
you sold that thing online?

Make a bit of extra money,
take the pressure off?

You seen her purse. She's got
more credit cards than Beyonce.

Yeah but her credit limit's not as high
as Beyonce's, though, is it?

You're not wrong!

So, where did you grow up?

Bet it was some big house in London.

- Why do you say that?
- Just look like that.

Like private school and shit.

Actually, I grew up
in the middle of a Cumbrian field.

- My father was a minister.
- What, like government?

No, like Methodist.

- What's that?
- A church.

- He was a good father.
- What was his name?

I can't tell you that, Dean,
and I don't want to lie to you.

Bet your name's
not really Robert, either.

No, it's not.

I'd make a good spy.

I lie quite a lot, too.

It's OK.

What is it, like a free paper
or something?

Not exactly.

That's him! That's the guy
with the laser gun. That's him.

- What about this man here?
- Don't know.

Come on, Dean. Help me out.

- Why do they want you alive?
- How am I supposed I know?

You must know something.
Why are they so scared of you?

- I don't know!
- Think!

- Why don't you believe me?
- Did you see anything that morning?

- Nothing.
- Did you find anything?

No! Honest!

I checked the rucksack for money
and everything.

They think you've got the rucksack.

- What is it?
- They didn't find it at the house.

- I told you, I dumped it.
- What's going on?

- Where?
- It's all right, Mum.

- In the middle of some scrapyard.
- Take me there now.

- What?
- Sarah, you stay here.

Do not answer the door to anyone.

- Stay here, Mum.
- Dean!

- Hello?
- Mr Volyakov, welcome to London.

Our friends in Estonia tell us
you have a love of business.

I have a proposition for you.

Meet me in the bar.
Be reading a newspaper.

Mind if I have a look
at your newspaper?

I've lost touch with the cricket.

Now...
Middle-order collapse.

Terrifyingly predictable.

I've got the pictures.

That should keep the FSB happy.
Thanks for this, Connie.

By the way...

I'm sorry I doubted you.

It's forgotten.

Dean, I know doing what you're told
isn't your favourite pastime.

But if we hit trouble, you do exactly
what I tell you. Is that clear?

- Yeah.
- Let's go.

I hid it.
I didn't want no-one finding it.

Government issue.

What does that mean?

It means I know its secrets.

This is what they've been
after you for.

- What's it got on it?
- Let's find out, shall we?

Dean, move.

- How fast can you run?
- Don't know. Probably faster than you.

Prove it!

Are they with you?

Afraid not. Move.

- You ARE faster than me.
- It's cos I'm not old like you.

- Yep?
- What have you got for me?

- How did you get this number?
- Time's run out, Myers.

I gave you a chance
to give us Dean Mitchell.

Now we have to get him ourselves.

- You don't know where he is.
- Then you underestimate me.

Here. Try the memory stick.

It's encrypted.

Whoever did this was in a hurry.

Told you I was good.

Who's that woman?

Turn it off.

I swear I've seen her
somewhere before.

You didn't see anything.
Is that understood?

Dean, is that understood?

- What are you doing?
- We're not going back to the house.

What about Mum? Where is she?

- Tell me the truth, where is she?
- I don't know.

- Lucas, who's with you?
- Dean. We left his mother at the house.

I have what you need. I'm heading
to the old stomping ground. Ask Harry.

See you there.

Seriously, where is she?

Sands has taken Dean's mother. Lucas
has gone to the old stomping ground.

- Said you'd know where.
- A place in Bow.

We used to meet
gangland assets there.

- Who are they?
- It's OK, they're friends.

- You can trust them.
- I'll trust them when they find my mum.

This is what it's all been about.

What's going on? I'm stuck
with a terrified teenager

- while an MI6 renegade runs amok.
- Sands killed Fitzmaurice.

He tried to kill Dean.
Whatever he's planning,

Claude Denizet's the target.

Why?

There's one person
who'll be able to tell us.

We should talk to
the Foreign Secretary.

- No copies?
- No copies.

We'll be in touch.

Thank you for making time
to meet us, Foreign Sec.

- Is there a problem?
- Something we'd like to alert you to.

A meeting took place in a London
hotel room some days ago.

It's causing us some concern.

Where did you get this?
Have you been spying on me?

Not us. A photographer called
Stephen Fitzmaurice took those.

This could destroy the summit.

- Find him.
- He's already been found.

- Who did this?
- Michael Sands.

He's killing anyone who's seen
the photos. On your orders, I assume.

- Not on my orders!
- Maybe it's time you told us

what's going on.

Three months ago, I received
a phone call using an MI6 password.

I was informed that one of their covert
field officers had something to tell me.

- That was Michael Sands.
- I met Sands secretly.

He told me that the Palestinians

were about to permanently pull out
of talks with the Israelis.

- Why?
- Because of a loss of confidence

in the UN Special Negotiator,
Claude Denizet.

I thought Denizet was the glue
holding this process together.

Denizet is an ignorant UN liability
who is more interested

in cementing his own position
than making any real progress.

The Palestinians think
he's an Israeli stooge.

Sands knows these people
the way Denizet never will.

He knows Israel is tired.
The people of Gaza are suffering.

This is a real opportunity.
But if the Palestinians pull out now...

So you and Sands met Denizet
in a hotel room.

We tried to persuade him to resign,
get out of the road.

And when Denizet refused to buckle,

you authorised Sands to do what?

Sands suggested...
that reasonable pressure

be applied to Denizet to get him out
of the way of this peace process.

And how reasonable
do you think Michael Sands is?

Foreign Secretary, do you think
it's possible that Sands could be

planning an attack on Denizet
here at the summit?

Do you think he could be
envisaging a permanent solution?

- I never sanctioned that.
- Call him now and order him to stop.

I have no way of contacting him.

Come on, we've got work to do.

We have reason to believe
that MI6 officer Michael Sands

will attempt to assassinate the UN
Negotiator tomorrow at the talks.

If Sands is running a black op,
he'll have someone on the inside.

He'll have security passes,
ID, everything.

I want him extracted without anyone
knowing we were there.

- It's too late to vet all personnel.
- We need to look at this differently.

We need to follow the target.
Ben, get on to Denizet's security team.

Jo, on to hotel staff.

And remember, the peace process
is fragile, built on paranoia.

This must be a silent operation.
No ripples.

I've re-encrypted it, and Sands will
never know it's been opened.

Call him, Ros.

- Yes?
- I have what you want. Where do I go?

Security is tight
in central London tonight

in advance of tomorrow morning's
emergency Middle East summit.

Foreign Secretary Rachel Beauchamp,

and UN Special Negotiator Claude...

That's very sensible of you.

I want the mother back.

She'll be returned to you
tomorrow morning.

We know she saw nothing.

- What about the boy?
- Did he open the file?

It's encrypted.
None of us saw anything.

My job is to make sure that
Dean Mitchell's safe, that's all.

So glad you've seen reason.

Sarah Mitchell will be dropped off
at 0800 hours tomorrow.

Skirmishes have been reported
on Israel's border with Gaza

as tensions in the Middle East
escalated overnight

with Syria's threat to give military
assistance to the Palestinians

should the peace talks
in London fail.

- He's on his way.
- OK, Ben. I'm ready for him.

- ETA all cars.
- Just arrived.

Everything in place.

Coming round now.
Denizet travelling.

ETA 15 seconds.

Five seconds.

Final checks outside, please.

Denizet at the car.
Open security travel.

Yes?... I'm on my way.

Remember, I want everything arranged
exactly as I instructed.

Thank you.

Ros,

chauffeurs always walk
around the front of the car.

That's him. That's our man.
Ros, he's got a gun.

If you want the peace process
to succeed, this never happened.

Entendu?

This way.

- Take a seat, Foreign Secretary.
- Where's Sands now?

- He's gone underground.
- What do you want me to do?

This afternoon, Denizet
will resign from his position,

saying he's taken the process
as far as he can.

Go out there,
praise Denizet to the skies.

Make it clear the Government
never had any plans to support Sands.

We'll work the back channels, then
no one need ever know this has happened.

Is that clear?

- Thank you.
- Don't worry.

I know you'll return the favour
one day.

The first day of the Middle East
summit ends positively,

with both sides paying tribute
to UN Special Negotiator Denizet.

The announcement of his resignation
came as a surprise to observers,

but in a statement, Denizet said

that after months of preparing
the ground for negotiations,

he was now confident that the
peace process was back on track.

Don't try anything.

I have guns pointing at her head
from three different windows.

Walk to me, Sarah.
He's not going to hurt you.

Your road to peace
proved somewhat unorthodox.

It seemed to achieve its goal.

I understand Claude Denizet
will resign today.

A voluntary resignation's slightly
more elegant than a bullet in the brain.

Without the threat of one,
we would never have achieved the other.

- It's the Middle East way.
- You're taking credit for this?

We should both take the credit
for this. The perfect team.

Much as the idea thrills me,
I think our business is done.

A pleasure working with you,
Officer Myers.

We've always been absolutely honest
with each other.

Haven't we?

- Why are we here?
- Your mum was dropped off an hour ago.

Unharmed.

Mum?

God!

Come on.

What's going on?

We can't go home, Dean, darling.

- We can't go home.
- I thought this was over.

There are people that want to make sure
that no one else ever finds out.

- What?
- You know too much.

Two new identities, complete with
new histories, bank accounts,

cash, passports, keys to a new house,
all your debts erased.

A real chance to start afresh.

What's going on?

The train leaves in ten minutes, Dean.
We have an arrangement

with the Spanish government.
You'll be picked up in Barcelona.

This is bullshit!
We haven't done anything wrong!

Dean, we need to protect you.

- This was your plan all along.
- No. That's not true.

You can have more money than you've
ever had. We're not abandoning you.

OK, we need to get on the train now.

All you want is my silence.
Well, I know what I saw.

But I'm not going anywhere.
I can sell this to the paper right now.

- We'll spin it. Grow up.
- I am growing up!

I fell for your talk,
mate, I really did.

- What's your real name? "Robert"?
- Dean, please, calm down.

Forget it.

- I'm getting out of here.
- Come on, mate. No, you're not.

- Get away from me!
- Dean, wait. Calm down.

This is our home!

This is where I was born,
this is what I know!

Sarah? Sarah,
I really know this is unfair,

but you need to explain, because
the truth is you have no choice.

- Come back!
- Get away from me!

- Dean, wait!
- Everyone screws us.

Everyone. My dad. Credit companies.
It's not fair on either of us!

Dean, it's not safe here.
You have to get on the train.

Get off me.

I'm faster than you, remember?

Dean!

Dean!

Dean, wait! Dean...

NO-O-O!

No!

Dean!

Dean!

Dean!

Dean!

DEAN!

Dean!

NO-O-O-O-O!

I'm heading off shortly.
Do you need anything else?

No. Thank you, Connie.

- Good night, Harry.
- Good night.

Nobody else in your team
has any idea about this, have they?

Only you and I are aware of
the existence of Asset K.

Let's keep it that way.

Harry's been arrested.

I believe that Harry Pearce
has been passing secrets to the FSB.

You've betrayed Sugar Horse
to the Russians.

Give me the names of your assets, Harry,
and this can all be over quickly.

- I know Lucas North is in Moscow.
- What's he doing there?

A second Russian official
has been found dead.

When this is over,
you will be stripped of everything.

I've betrayed you
and the entire team.