Waking the Dead (2000–…): Season 4, Episode 4 - False Flag: Part 2 - full transcript

Although the mummified body of the young Anglo-Irish man found in the garage with the car bomb is initially assumed to have been working for the IRA at the time of his murder, the team finds that he was actually working for the British, and Boyd has to uncover a tangled web of intrigue in order to discover who is responsible. He discovers that the crime was committed under a "false flag, " a crime committed by one government to make it appear that another one is responsible.

What's going on?

Counter surveillance.

I need a VCR and a monitor.
Not the old ones, they're gone.

And Frankie couldn't sweep them
anyway because they've got...

Electro-magnetic fields.

There's a bug in Boyd's car.

Who's bugging your car?
Who d'ya think? Not the Irish,
that's for sure. OK, come on then.

From now on...

..all strategy

is to be discussed in here.




There is only one language

the terrorists understand,

and we know what that language is.

The power-seeking personality, hey.

Duncan Sanderson.

Yes, a psychologist's nightmare.
Politicians? Mm.

My father's career has taught
me the value of not flinching

from political opinion...

What about detectives?

You answered all your questions.
Very good work, ten out of ten.

I skipped some stuff about
potty training.

Are you sure you didn't get anyone
to help you with this? I'm positive.

So how does an over-controlled,

young kid become an armed terrorist?


Can you work that out for me?

Yeah, I have.

There's Doyle.

There's Alice.

Grace! Yeah? I've got that letter...
MEL! ..that Doyle wrote to his
girlfriend when they split up. Mel!

Please, come on, yeah?


Yeah, let's, er...

Is this really necessary? Well,
let's stick to the plan, shall we?

I got the name A Taylor-Garrett and
the address from Doyle's coded diary.

Oh. I won't explain how it works
because it's really complicated.

A Taylor-Garrett and the bit
that goes on about Loyalist
oppression, 4 Leyton Mews, etc.

Oh, clever. Thanks, Spence.

You said Alice was not likely to be
a terrorist. No, she's too fragile.

I think she could be
suggestible, though.

So she could be manipulated by Doyle.
Could she provide shelter?

She's got a garage that belongs
to her. Bombers use garages.
Mm, so do mechanics.

I wanted you to meet her
and talk to her.

We've got a search warrant?
All dotted and crossed.

(OK, good.)

And remember, you know...

Walls have ears.



Take this.


Miss Taylor-Garrett?



Frankie. Yeah?


(Oh, God.)


My guess is it happened last night.
She used the stepladder.

Her hands were free, there's
no visible signs of a struggle.

It's classic self-strangulation.
All in white.


Oh, no. No. Oh, no.

Be calm. Are you monitoring
my unit's communications?

Your forensics people dismantled
a bomb. PERSON, there's only one.

It's more than any other unit has.
She felt it was safe to continue.
Well, standing orders are clear.

Terrorist matters
are for the Anti-Terrorist Unit.
You gave me the case.

You do not have a mandate
for Irish Terrorism.

That goes to MI5. If you want to
get Special Branch in on this, fine,

but till then, this is my case.

And who's this? Director-General
of the Security Service. Spence!

He wants a briefing.


Detective Superintendent Boyd?
Charles Stewart.

You asked for files
on Duncan Sanderson.

I did, sir, yes.

What happened here?

It's a crime scene.
What sort of crime scene?
Apparent suicide of a witness, sir.

I'd appreciate it
if you didn't go in there.

If you're investigating Sanderson,
you'll need us.

No-one ever arrested for the murder
of the most prominent politician

ever to be murdered in Britain -
that reflects on us all.

Mr Boyd is proprietorial.

That is to be expected.

I'm sure he's working on
a hypothesis. Yes, I am.


Sanderson's killers
could well be politicians by now.

Any arrest could be
embarrassing, sir.

Possible, under the peace process.

And it would be politically
inconvenient to arrest them.

Excuse me.

Yeah, sure.

I understand I am to be
withdrawn from the case.
Well, it's fine by us.

I'll talk to the Commissioner,

see what help we can give you.

Thank you, sir.

Thanks, Spence.

Are you OK? Suits and uniforms.

Crap mix.

She's wearing a wedding ring.

9th March, 1979.

Alice Imogen Taylor-Garrett

marries Andrew Edward Collins,
company director.

Didn't she say she worked
for a business man?

Yeah, who was based abroad. The name
in Doyle's book was A Taylor-Garrett?

Not Alice. Yep, just the initial.
So what if Collins was using
the name A Taylor-Garrett

cos she'd lived here a long time and
it'd look like he had too, there'd
have been bills, legal letters.

You're saying he used her as a
cover? Yes, a cover upon a cover.


So Doyle went missing in...January?

80. 80. That's just a few months
after they were married.

Well, ten months after.

Yeah, so March '79 to January...
And he went missing in January.

I wonder if Collins...
disappeared at the same time.

In January? If she was abandoned,
that would explain all this.

I've spoken to all the neighbours
I could.

She kept herself to herself.

Nobody mentioned a husband? No.

They called her the recluse.

Andrew Edward Collins,
born Bermondsey, May 20th 1939,
died in Whitechapel 1946.

He stole a seven-year-old's ID.

From a gravestone. Layers
and layers. So he WAS a ghost.

Through there. Thank you.

Guess who? Oh, hi.

We've go to stop meeting like this.

Thank you.

Thanks a lot.

So, a little present for you.

I was hoping we'd
spend some time alone.

The next thing I write you
should be my resignation.

I should have seen the risk with
Alice, I should've taken more time.

You're a forensic psychologist,
not a mind-reader.

Yeah, but all the same.

Did you read
my question and answer thing?

Yes. Wh...

Why won't you tell the team the
truth about the disciplinary thing?

You CAN trust people with the truth.

Or is it something
we have to sort out?

We won't be able to sort it out
if you resign on me. True.

I'd like to withdraw
my report on Doyle.

I think I need more time. That's OK.


"One day, you'll understand
that I had to risk my life
for what I believe in."


I need help. At last.

I've got an e-mail thingy.

Yeah. It's called an e-mail.

Yep, but it's asking me something.

You've got an attachment. It's
saying - do you want to open it?

Do I?


Oh, I know what this is.

OK, print.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Thank you.



What's this? Sir Martin
Havering's office in Belfast.

It was firebombed during
his enquiry in the late '70s

into police collusion
with Loyalist terrorists.

Oh, my God.

Who sent us this?

He did.

Why? Well, he gave us the case.

I think he wants to make
sure that we stay with it.

Isn't it about time we started
assessing the risks we're taking?


I've had my promotion knocked back.

What about this letter, Grace?

Doyle wrote the letter
breaking off the relationship
with his girlfriend.

He phrased things with some cunning.

Like, "One day, you'll
understand I had to risk my life
for what I believe in."

Clearly not stating
what he believed in.


He wrote this stuff
in the diaries and the letter

to establish
an identity for himself.

Are you saying
this isn't his real identity?

It's Gerald Doyle,

playing a role.

Did you describe this lady
as a married woman? Yeah, why?


Alice Taylor-Garrett was a virgin.

I'll get Grace. OK.

If she was strongly inhibited,
then maybe he fed into that and
told her it didn't matter to him.

What, he was patient
and loving, you mean?

Yeah, and then he abandoned her.

And disappears into thin air.

Shall I continue?

Oh, yes, thanks. Thank you.

Thanks, Frankie. OK. Thanks.

He was shot in Ardoyne. Correct.

And another one.

Also shot dead. So that's
two out of the four people shot dead,

according to him, as reprisals
for his murder.

Yeah, and he knew about all of them.

Suppose him,

him and him

are a three-man active unit
doing the bombings.

They succeed with him,
and their next target is...

Yeah. Badda-bing.

Badda-bing. But they stopped.

Him and him are tracked down
in Ireland and shot.

And he's shot in London. Covertly.
No arrests and no-one pursues this
case as... There's no-one to pursue.

No-one to pursue.

So, why is he then entering...
this data in code

in a political testament?


Ah, sticking to the plan now,
are we?


He needs to record
the information to pass on.

To pass on. Doyle's an informer.

The journals, what have you got?

We know the journals contain data,
but they also expose a political
philosophy of violent subversion.

So if anyone saw them, they'd
think he was a radical Republican?

Mm. We made assumptions
about this boy.

We thought he'd rebelled
against his upbringing
and shifted his allegiance

to the repressed side of his
family background, his Catholic
side. But what if he hadn't?

You're saying he used his mother's
Catholic background as cover?

To penetrate a terrorist group.
"One day, you'll understand I had to
risk my life for what I believe in."

The opposite of what we've
been thinking he believed in.
Yeah. So whose mole is he?

Mr Taylor-Garrett.
Whoever the hell he is.

Would you say your son
sought your approval?

I used to think he did.

Was there any conflict
between the three of you?

Mrs Doyle, for instance,
did she think differently?

She hated terrorism
even more than I did.

Mr Doyle, is there something
you're not telling us?


After we left Ireland,
a long time after,

well... Maraid's family
hadn't been very happy that she'd
married a British serviceman.

Lots of Catholic girls did the same,

but when the conflicts
got going in earnest,

they were expected to show
which way their loyalties lay.

What happened?

Well, we don't have any details.

Maraid had a brother.

We think that he may have
refused to help the cause.


He was found with a bullet
in the back of his head

on some wasteland
on the Ardglass peninsula.

Your son, Mr Doyle,

might not have been what he seemed.

We think it's possible that he was
employed by British Intelligence
to infiltrate a terrorist group.

And you knew nothing about this?

He could have been recruited
while he was at university.

If he got himself arrested
for any reason after he was involved
in Nationalist politics,

even if he was just detained for
questioning, he'd have been a prime
target for British Intelligence.

We think he only joined these
groups to make himself interesting
to the Intelligence community.

We know about the uncle.

That could have been
an important motivating factor.

So, perhaps he was following
in your footsteps rather than
rebelling against you.

My footsteps?

You have the George Cross.

You would have been a hero to him.

Mr Doyle, I'd like to show
you some photographs if I may.

This is the original.

It's defaced but there's
a reflection in the mirror.

Does that male image

mean anything to you?

Here are the enlargements.

And this is a specific blow-up
of the male image.


When Gerald came back
from university, he worked
for a man called Andrew.

And could this be Andrew?

It could be.

Do you remember his last name?


Andrew Collins? Andrew Collins.

As a matter of fact, I might
have a recording of his voice.


In 1978, I bought an answering
machine, one of the first ones.

Big thing, electro-mechanical,
cost a fortune.

It was really so that if
Gerald rang home, we'd know.

Maraid thought the tapes
were for keeping. She didn't
realise you recorded over them.

What, so you kept buying new tapes?

Well, it seemed
a reasonable thing to do.

Gerald was our only child.

It was hard for Maraid,
him going away for the first time.

And keeping the tapes was
a bit like keeping his letters.

I haven't told you why I've come.

I want to see my son's body.

All right.

(I'm ready.)


Still keeping your hand in,
are you, eh, Dougie?

And I thought you were ignoring me.
No lock strong enough Tim,

you remember that.

People tell me
you've been making calls.

They should have locked you up
for all this, you know.

Listen to me.

We know what this is about.

You thought Sanderson
was a great protector for
the regiment, didn't you?



The security challenges
we face today

will haunt us forever,

unless we meet them

with firmness and resolve.

There is only one language
the terrorists understand.

And we know what that language is.


You'd have done anything to
avenge his death, wouldn't you?

He didn't survive all he survived
to be cut down by cheap criminals.

You'd stand up every time,
you'd take decisive action,

but this time, they were
pulling your strings. They
made a monkey out of you.

They found some body or other.

Yeah, the third member of
the ASU that did Sanderson.

They left him to rot
in a lock-up garage.

Somebody's mistake there.

What's your point?

Duncan Sanderson wasn't gonna
come down just on the Provos
like a ton of bricks.

He was gonna clean up at home.
He was gonna open up every file,
turn over every stone.

When someone starts
doing something like that,
nobody knows where it's gonna end.

You're talking shite.

Well, you cast
your mind back, Dougie,

to after Sanderson's death.

Four Provos were taken out.

They were assassinated,

cool as cucumber.

Every Prod shooter I know,
he gets really razzed up for
the violence, but these fellas,

no, no, no. They were drilled.
They were the best of the best.

Did you task them up for it, Dougie?

Were you one of them?

Because they were my boys, too!

We didn't brief you.

There was no need for you to know.
No, you were just putting on a show

to make everybody think that these
four Provos took Sanderson out,

but you're not thick!
You saw the intelligence.

You knew that something was wrong.

You've gotten away with it for 20
years. I'll still get away with it.

They won't arrest members of the
regiment for taking out terrorists.

No, because there's
no ASU to clean up for you.

Make it deniable.

And this policeman's going
to get to the bottom of it.

Now, someone gave you an order,

Now, come on, huh. Who was it?

I'm not selling out my muckers to
make you look like a flipping saint.

We never trusted you.

And we were right.





Could I speak to Detective
Superintendent Peter Boyd, please?

Sir, it's Spence. Can you call me
as soon as you get this? OK, bye.

'I think I found someone employed
to penetrate a terrorist cell,

'and I need to know
who he penetrated it for.'

And he was involved
in the Sanderson bombing?

I think he carried out
the Sanderson bombing.

You realise what you're suggesting?

We've all heard about undercover
agents running the operations
to cover, protect their cover.

Yes, but no-one has ever suggested a
terrorist cell penetrated by our side

could be used to assassinate
a leading British politician.

Whoever was involved thinks
it's dead and buried, because even
if we find the body in the garage,

it could be written off to terrorism.

It would have been if Martin
didn't have a Cold Case Unit.

Sanderson did have a lot of
political enemies.

The list of suspects
in his demise was very long.

Not that that justifies his murder.

Gentlemen, I do need
some specific help, here.


I can tell you something
that's not generally known,
isn't for public consumption.


Some of the shipments of weapons
and explosives in Northern Ireland

were intercepted, doctored.

Detonators had been tampered with?

Rendered harmless. Timers too.

Someone who was an agent in an
active unit - they could expect
to be using dummy detonators.

So in the case of the Sanderson
murder, he could've been misled? Yes.

Which is why in the bomb
in the car we found, he'd used
an improvised timer.

What was he using? A clock.

And he'd forgotten to, er...

sand down the hands
to make a contact.

Might not have forgotten
if he didn't trust his handler,

if he'd been misled
on the Sanderson bomb.

That's true.

So you're looking for an
agent handler from 20 years ago.

Well, someone must know him,
he was undercover.

Cover within cover.

If his cover was that good,
you won't have anything on him.

He made mistakes, he left traces.
It's only a matter of time.

Well, I'll do my best,
but our hand mustn't be shown.

I'll go through Martin.
Thank you, sir.

'Hello, Ma. It's me, I'll be home
at seven. I'll see you later.'

'Hello, Maraid,
it's Linda from the flower group.

'Um... could you call me back,
please. Thank you. Bye.'

'Mr Doyle, this is Pollock & Green.
We have your order for collection.'

'Hello Ma, it's Gerald.
I'll be home at six.'

'I'm calling for Gerald...'

Yeah, like that.
Voices calling for Gerald.

'Hello Ma, I'm calling from
Dunmurry. I'll try again later...'

'There's a side of you
you seem to want to hide.'

You think leadership
requires deception.
It's a false flag you're flying.

Everyone knows what flag I'm flying.

No, they don't.

That's just the point.

They think you endangered the unit.

And they won't know why you did
until you tell them why you did.

So you think I should
tell everybody I lied?


Yes, I do. OK.

It's all right. Thanks, Frankie.

So, um...

Grace wants to say something.
No, no. You do.

I lied to Assistant
Commissioner Dyson.

The difficulty this unit
finds itself in

is as a direct result of that...lie.

Sorry, lied about what, though?
Can I?

The breach Boyd was
disciplined for was my breach.

I should have got a warrant,
but I didn't.

And he made me step
to the side and took it on the chin.

You said you had authority,

and that means responsibility.

He didn't want it
affecting my promotion.

So...he took my bullet.

No-one's jeopardised my career.
Quite the opposite.

Right, so that covers that, then.

It doesn't, actually,
because what happens now?

I shall be submitting my report
on Detective Superintendent Boyd,

underlining my view that far
from being a reckless risk taker
with no respect for authority,

he sees himself in a very different
way. Yeah, sort of touchy-feely.

I wouldn't go that far, but...

hmph, hey!

I apologise. I'm sorry.

You didn't know.


Spence, I think that's your phone.

Thanks very much, anyway. Well done.

Thanks. Spence.


Major Cooper's coming back in.





The tape has degraded over time.
A lot of frequencies have dropped
out but I've got a few like this.

'Hello Gerald? If you're there,
pick up the phone. It's Andrew.'

That's our guy. OK, I'll run a check
on the national recording database,
see if I can get any match. Thanks.

What are these? The original
Sanderson investigation files.

A waste of time. We're closer
to him than they ever got.

How do you know? He's killing
people. See you later.

Boyd, if I might have a word.

'Do we need armed protection?
It would be best.'

You have no solid evidence
from Cooper? No.

Do you have evidence that
the Intelligence community were
involved in Sanderson's murder?

Doyle was this man Collins' agent.

He was an engineer,
probably recruited as a bomb maker.

Collins tells him he's knobbling his
detonators so he won't hurt anyone.

Doyle says, "That wasn't dummy
detonators, I won't do this again."

Collins says, "You must do one more
or they'll become suspicious of you.

"We'll make sure they're dummy
detonators. Last time was a mistake."

So he sets him up with the Home
Secretary's private car, meets him
in the lock-up, one last meeting.

Shoots Doyle right through the heart.
Waits for the whole scene to
blow up, nothing happens.

He doesn't know Doyle's interfered
with the bomb to be doubly safe.

For a long time, I've been
convinced that Collins was dead.

Now I'm sure he's alive.

Can you close this case?

I'm very close.

I can only give you 36 hours.

The Security Service has issued an
alert of a possible revival of Irish
terrorist activity on the mainland.

36 hours.

OK, thank you, sir.

There's still a bit of a
shadow hanging over my team, sir.

I've dealt with Dyson.

No, it's Detective Sergeant Jordan.

He's had his promotion knocked back.
You recommend his promotion?

I do, yes, unequivocally.


I got my promotion.
Oh, good.

Ah, well done. Thank you.
Well done. Thank you.

I'm assuming you don't mind overtime.

Open the door.

'A little light reading for you.'

And that's heavy.

Excuse me!

What do you want?

No, it's all right,
I'm a police officer.

Go on, have a good look.

Detective Superintendent Boyd.
Yeah. Do you live here?

Yes. We tried to call on you before.
Well, I've been away.

What's your name?

Emma Grey.

Why do I recognise you?

Is Grey your married name?
Well, I'm divorced.

Are you Emma Sanderson?

I was.

I'd really like to talk to you
if that's possible.

Yes, come in.

We came to see you about your
neighbour, Miss Taylor-Garrett.

I scarcely know her.

I'm afraid she's dead.

What happened? She committed
suicide. I'm not surprised.

Sorry, I don't mean to sound... We
never spoke. I never thought of her
as much of a neighbour. That's OK.

How long have you lived here?

All my life.

Well, my parents lived here
when they were up in town. Oh, God.

What? I'm sorry, I'm just, um...

I'm just a little thrown here


I'd got no idea that you lived here.

I'm investigating
the death of your father.


Have you got new evidence?
I can't answer that.

But you have re-opened it? Yes.
Thank God. I should have looked at
the files. I just can't believe it.

You'd have known Miss Taylor-Garrett
a long time then.

I'd say I've NOT known her
a very long time.

Look, I can't help you about her.
I'm sorry to hear the news but...




This is my father's study.
I still use it as an office.

What do you do?
Oh, I'm a political lobbyist.


Do you mind if I...? No, go ahead.

What are you looking for?

When was this re-decorated? Oh,
it's done every four to five years.

Sorry, what are you looking for?

I'm not really sure
what I'm looking for, but...

I just think this room
might have been bugged.

I don't understand. My father
was murdered by Irish terrorists.

Well, I'm investigating
the possibility that whoever
murdered your father was...

using Irish terrorism as a cover.

I'm sorry, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Does this move? Yes. May I? Push it.


Thank you.

OK, Boyd, I'm in.

All right,
this is the first one, OK?

So I am...at the back wall,

17ft from the front door. 17ft gets
me just inside the hanging room.

All right, then into
the bookcase is another two.

Yep, 19ft. OK.

And then...

Which direction should I...?
No, wait a minute.

I'm 5ft from the ground.
Go towards the party wall.

OK, well considering
I've just taken two steps
into the room, I'll make that 4ft.

What have you got?

A very suspicious looking brick.

Will it come out? Yup, it's loose.

Just give me a sec.

Is it going to take long?
It'll take as long as it takes,
Boyd. All right. OK, OK.

It's coming out.

OK, it's out.

All right, what's there?

Oh, hello. What?

You're gonna love this. What is it?

Come and have a look.
What is it? Come and have a look.
Just tell me what it is.

I think it's a probe mic.

Duncan Sanderson had an office
next door, probe mic connection.

Emma, his daughter, still lives
there, but she never knew her
neighbour Alice Taylor-Garrett

because she was a recluse.

The tragic thing is that Andrew
Collins married Alice Taylor-Garrett

so he could get access to this space
here to bug Sanderson's office.

So, walls do have ears.
That's right.

So do cars.

We've got 24 hours left.

Who says? OK, thanks. Havering.

24 hours, then what? We lose it.

It's OK, you finish it.

Yes, we're very close now.

I expect to be making arrests
within 24 hours.

No, I can't tell you the targets.
The preservation of evidence is...


Ready? Yup.

'Are you gonna go
and do that in your own time?'

'Your own space,
your own environment.'

The businessman Alice
works for is Konstanides,
collector of classical antiquities.

She buys and sells for him.
No skimmed milk.

Sorry. No sk...

Thank you.

Andrew Collins could easily have
got to know who Alice was just by
watching the mews from the street.

But suppose he followed her to
the salesroom. Bids against her.

Maybe he beats her to a couple of
items, says he's made a mistake,

offers to let her have whatever it
is. Salesrooms have very detailed
records, they're for provenance.

So we have to check the salesrooms
catalogues for whatever address
Andrew Collins was using at the time,

true or false.

'I'm calling for Gerald. If you're
there, could you pick up the phone?

'Gerald, if you're there,
could you pick up the phone?
It's Andrew...' It's too long ago.

You can't say that this is his voice?

No, but this could be him, but...
I only saw him in the street or
when he was working in his garage.

Would you be able to identify him?
Who's rubbed his face out?
Alice, we think.

He didn't plan to leave
any pictures. He went to great
lengths to protect himself.

You can turn this off now!

Thank you.

Do you remember anything
about your father's working life?

Yes, I remember some.

I remember him always working late
having meetings in his office,

my mother asking why he couldn't
hold them in the Commons.

Do you have any idea
what they were discussing?

He was preoccupied
with national security.

Ah, hence the late-night meetings.

He seemed to think...

there were people in the security
services who were...


And he was in a position to know.

Will you find him? Yes.

We'll find him.

Salesman confirmed lot 56,
a Sumerian cylinder seal,

knocked down to Andrew Collins,
32 Llewellyn Mansions, SW1.

And here, lot 167,

same buyer, a broken horse.

I know where this is.


Don't leave me now, will you?


The people who murdered Major
Tim Cooper were explosive experts.


You've always used a special
SAS detachment for security work
for years, haven't you? Correct.

Could you give me the names
of those men that you used when
you were in charge of G Branch?

If you do that sort of work
for the state, you expect
a lifetime's loyalty and anonymity.

I'm prepared to help you, but I
need to know what evidence you have.

Because, if you have none...

We have an eyewitness. Duncan
Sanderson's daughter. She lives
in the Sanderson house in London.

She remembers the circumstances
of her father's death very clearly,

and has information that's never been
brought forward before. Such as?

The remote monitoring
of her father's office.

The man who almost certainly
carried it out.

Will she recognise him?

Yes, she's certain of it.

The information that you're
requesting is very tightly held.

It will take time.

Well, I would appreciate that
information as quickly as you can
possibly get it, if that's all right.

You've known all along?

I had no evidence I could use.

Have you got evidence now?

Did you intervene to make
sure we were given the case?

You know I did.
Knowing it might go nowhere.

Be our historian, Boyd.
Keep us honest.

He's a very arrogant man. He
believes in his own infallibility.

You haven't given me
my answer about evidence.

I won the QPM in 1995.

I know, I awarded it to you.
In this office. Yes.

When did he give you this?

When you went to Belfast?


When I caught the Tower Bridge
bomber. A token of his regard.
What was his job at the time?

Head of G Branch
in the Security Service.






Armed police! Don't move!

You're under arrest for the murder
of Timothy Cooper. I should get
a medal for offing Cooper.

What were you expecting
for murdering Emma Sanderson?
People like you know nothing.

Some of us...make the sacrifices,

and some of us sit on our
arses and take the benefits.

I cut the red one this time, Boyd!

Prince was a former
contract agent of ours.

His contract has just ended, has it?

You know I'm entitled to arrest
you for conspiracy to murder.

You know, I've kept a close watching
brief on your investigation.

As you did with Duncan Sanderson.

Sanderson was actively planning
the use of the army to take civil

control in the event of things
going against him in an election.

You don't have to
take my word for it.

You can hear him yourself,
I've got the tapes.

Secret briefings.

Detailed orders
for a military takeover.

Who will be looking after
your democratic freedoms then?

Justice is a luxury.

Some of us have to fight to keep it.

So you murdered him.

No, I didn't.

Oh. A former contract agent
murdered him on your orders.

You've got proof of that, have you?

No, I haven't. Boyd. You don't think
they'll put him on trial, do you?

For God's sake.
He protects the state.

The state is in no position
to disown him for it.

You will resign though, won't you?

Promise me that.

Early retirement,
health reason, yeah?

And there'll be no trial?

Prince will be tried. There'll be a
Public Interest Immunity Certificate.

The trial will be in camera.

Behind closed doors,
justice not seen to be done.

Your son was not a terrorist.

In my heart,
I never believed that he was.

So justice is done, isn't it?

Some, I hope.

Bye. Thank you. Bye-bye.

You all right?


Subtitles by BBC Broadcast - 2004