03x02 - The Sleeper

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I'm innocent, Harry.
I didn't assassinate Sir John Stone.

You are a dead man in the North Sea, and
will remain so until you prove otherwise.

I won't let you win,
and I won't let you destroy me.

I probably won't tell them
how I set you up.

How could you do this to us, Tom?

TOM: 'We lie a lot. What's frightening is
when someone lies about you.'

HARRY: 'This is Adam Carter. I bulldozed
a few rules and seconded Adam from 6

to help us sort out this mess.'

- Harry, it's my right to do this!
- You're involved - you'll blow it.

- I'm going in.
- You are not!

- You've got my life.
- It's not about your life, is it?

I'm out of your world now.

Nah! Come on, no-one resigns
from what we do.

It nearly destroyed me.

It IS destroying you.

Maybe there's a lottery committee
somewhere,

throwing a dice to decide
what we'll be day by day.

Spy, tr*mp, hero, traitor,...

DISTANT SIRENS

BABY CRIES

Well, that should get
somebody's attention.

Episode 2
'The Sleeper'

- I was lucky to get a 2.1 .
- Yeah, so was I, actually.

PEOPLE CONVERSE,
CONVERSATION PARTLY INAUDIBLE

- Let me! Let me!
- Would you...? Just look, Sophie!

MAN: This is a wonderful day!

- Hello, Fred.
- Harry.

"In the flesh,
though that flesh be older."

- Erm...
- This is my family. My wife Helen.

- Darling, this is Harry...
- Pearce.

Pearce.

- Pleased to meet you.
- How do you do?

- My daughter Jemma.
- Ah, the graduate. Congratulations.

- Liz, Sophie.
- Hi.

Would you excuse us for a moment?

- HE LAUGHS "Activate" me?
- You knew this would happen some day.

- But, Harry, that was 20-odd years ago!
- 24 years!

It was bravado, saying yes to you.
I didn't take it that seriously.

I did - young MI5 officer,
you were the first sleeper I recruited.

I never heard from you!

We never contact sleepers
till we wake them.

Ah, no, no. Whatever it is
you want me to do, no.

My life's...set.

Nobel Prize winner,
but did you really deserve it?

- What the hell are you suggesting?
- The work that won you the Nobel.

Discovering the chemical imbalance
between neurons in the brain.

That basic research came from
nerve gas experiments at Porton Down,

which we made sure you were given.

What?

You're saying MI5
manufactured my whole career?

We opened doors for you, and to
your credit, you barged through them.

That was the agreement. We'd help
you become an expert in your field,

and if we ever wanted
to call on you, we would.

What am I? Faust?!

I've sold my soul to the Devil
for my success?!

Sold your soul to your country.
What's wrong with that?

- Are you coming to our party, too?
- Yes, please!

'The expl*si*n destroyed
an entire floor of a residential block

in the East End of London.

'Footage from an eyewitness
and security cameras

'shows the impact of the blast.
Due to the extent of the damage,

the building faces demolition.

The deputy assistant commissioner,
head of the Anti-t*rror1st Branch,

Greater London Police,
made this statement earlier.

All the indications are that the device
exploded at about 8.15 this morning.

Two people are believed
to have perished in the expl*si*n.

- MAN: So this is a b*mb?
- First indications are yes.

'The remains of two people
who were in the flat

at the time of the expl*si*n

'have not yet been identified.
No-one else was injured...'

Thanks, sweetheart.

Mum, where's Dad?

He's upstairs
still talking to that vile man.

I thought maybe he'll ask me.
At first, I was prepared.

Then, as the years went by, I forgot.

- Harry, I retire next year!
- You're one of the most famous

chemists in the country.

- People will believe you've done it.
- Done what?

- Made red mercury.
- Oh...

Red mercury is a scientific
impossibility - it doesn't exist.

- There are rumours it does.
- I've heard that stuff.

It's poppycock!
It's science fiction!

It's meant to be
an expl*sive trigger that can fire

a nuclear reaction in plutonium.

Incredibly efficient and totally impossible!
Is MI5 reading comics?

- You can't believe this!
- I don't, but there are others who do.

- What others? Schoolboys on the net?
- Serious people.

- What do you mean? t*rrorists?
- Yes, and you're going to pretend

to make it and sell it to them.

Oh, this is laughable.

No, it's a deadly serious operation
of vital importance to national security.

You can't make me. Go away!

What is going to happen
is going to happen.

- What do you mean?
- First, you'll get a visit from the police.

Go back into the woodwork,
you...spook!

With pleasure.

SIRENS BLARE

I've been in a cell all night!

No explanation. No solicitor.
I'll say nowt without a lawyer.

Oh... So you're saying nowt, too.

Right!

Put that thing on!
I want to make a protest!

BUZZER SOUNDS

Am I in England?!

GATES OPEN

My name's Michael.
This is Sally. And John.

- Hi.
- Hello.

We'll give you backup
throughout Operation Flytrap.

I told Harry Pearce
I'm taking part in no operation!

Don't you think you owe it to the service
to at least let us brief you?

Really?!

What, after I've had policemen
drag me out of my house

in front of my family and friends?!

All right... Brief away.

An expl*si*n took place yesterday
in Mortimer Street, EC22.

- We caused it.
- That b*mb on the news?

- Two people died.
- It's the top story for public consumption.

So no-one died? It was big lie.

No, the big lie is the bottom story
we put out as a rumour -

left-wing magazines, the net...

I had no idea lying had such
a complex molecular structure.

- What's the bottom story?
- That the two dead bombers...

Who never existed.

Yeah. ..had an accident
handling red mercury.

Red mercury is a myth!

- But plutonium isn't.
- COMPUTER BEEPS

Five weeks ago, some kids playing at
the back of a house in Fulham found this.

One of them took it home. And
three days later, this happened to him.

Radiation burns. He's critical.

The street was evacuated,
the public told it was a gas leak.

But expert analysis later concluded
that a quantity of plutonium

was discovered in the basement.
There was an accident

- and whoever was responsible had fled.
- Plutonium.

A t*rror1st organisation in London
are trying to make an atomic b*mb.

Puts cosy family parties
into perspective, doesn't it?!

The technical people have gone over
the bits and pieces we've found.

They conclude that those
behind this are having trouble

making a trigger
to set the device off.

- So who's doing this?
- We don't know.

You don't know?

None of the groups we're monitoring
has nuclear material.

- These people are off our radar.
- We're blind.

God!

We staged the expl*si*n to create
a rumour on the t*rror1st underground.

Red mercury has been made.

The perfect trigger for an atomic b*mb
is up for sale...by you!

But...

Even if it were possible
to make this vile material,

I'd never sell it to t*rrorists.

- Why would anyone think I would?
- Your gambling habit.

You owe Park Lane Casinos PLC
£600,734 and 42 pence.

- I've never been in a casino.
- You do the gee-gees and dogs, too.

And your wife doesn't know it,
but you've taken out a second mortgage.

We have papers to prove it.

Er, your latest bank statements.

As you can see, your two
savings accounts are cleaned out

and your current account is rocky.

£1 1 ,052...

Your money and savings'll be transferred
to a special account at the Treasury.

- It's routine for agents in the field.
- I am a citizen in a democracy.

The security services can't go
rummaging through my bank accounts!

We can.
And so can the t*rrorists.

Your cover has got to be perfect.

You're selling the red mercury
to get out of a desperate position.

That's why we've made it look like

you've been questioned
under the Anti-Terrorism Act.

- No, no, I'm walking away from this.
- Come on, Professor!

You let Harry Pearce recruit you.

Don't you fancy it?
Famous scientist? Famous spy?

Oh, is that what's on my file?
"Vain, susceptible to flattery"?

You can do this.

We'll be with you
every step of the way.

Catch these b*stards.
You'll be a hero.

If I don't...what'll happen?

Well, we made you -
we can destroy you.

Your reputation'll be mud.

Sign the Official Secrets Act.

- REPORTERS SHOUT AT ONCE
- Stand back! Stand back!

This man has been helping us
with our enquiries on a serious matter.

But no charges have been brought
and he's not under arrest.

- That is all I can say at this stage.
- Was it red mercury?

No comment.

Well, you've really re-arranged
the furniture in his life. Brave guy.

He's an idiot.
He lived a lie, now he's paying.

- We could use you on obo.
- Excellent.

- Danny, time to hit the wife.
- Right.

CAMERAS CLICK, PEOPLE CHATTER

They're in the garden! They're
actually in the garden watching us!

Oh, Fred...

- Talk to me!
- Helen, you've got to trust me!

You were arrested,
in front of our children!

- They just wanted to interview me.
- Yes, about an expl*si*n

in which two people died!

You're all over the news!

Fred... Tell me what this is!

- TELEPHONE RINGS
- Don't answer that!

I've got to read over
tomorrow's lecture notes.

- Hello?
- 'Mrs Roberts?'

- Yes?
- 'I'm ringing about your Visa card.'

Oh, yes.

Joint account with your husband?
I'm afraid there's a problem.

Problem?!

'If I could take you through
some security checks...'

'From your password, could I...?
..£7,612 and 45 pence in debt.

'I'm afraid charges will be levied
for exceeding your overdraft.'

SHE SOBS

- What was the point of rattling the wife?
- A test.

If he tells her about the gambling debts,
we're on. Do you approve?

- You're gamekeeper in this op.
- Yes, I am, aren't I?

Malcolm! Am I patched through
for image and sound?

Insert jack plugs into line three.

Thank you very much, Malcolm.
Inserting now.

SHE SOBS

Tell me!

Fred?! ..Tell me!

I...

I gamble.

YES! Yes! Game on! We're game on!
HE LAUGHS

- Where you going?
- Work for flies!

OK, great.

- 'When would you gamble?!
- I'd tell you I was in a faculty meeting.'

And you'd be at the casino?

Oh...

And the card being over its limit?

Oh, no, no, no!
You've not touched...

Not the Nobel money
and the girls' trust funds!

It's going to be OK.

- Oh, Fred...
- SHE SOBS

If you love me at all, then tell me
what it is you're involved with!

I gave up my career for you!
For the children, this house...

Then after all these years,
you suddenly...!

Get away! I beg you!
I can't bear the sight of you!

Well...I'll go to Aunt Julie's
house in Leeds.

Good.

Right, then.

- All right?
- Yeah. Yeah. Dandy.

Listen, Adam Carter?

I've asked him to stick around. There's
nothing for him over at 6 at the moment.

Flytrap.
How's Fred Roberts bearing up?

- He's playing the cover story to his wife.
- I mean emotionally.

Er... I, er... Fine.
I dunno. Yeah, good, fine.

Tom, this is a vital and a dangerous
operation. Are you happy running it?

You mean am I up to running it?

After what happened with, er,
Herman Joyce? Why wouldn't I be?

Good, then.

Tom...

did you put another team
on the house?

I think we've got our first flies.

- They look professional.
- The car had false number plates.

- Surveillance means organisation.
- We must know who these people are.

- Lift them and ask them.
- No!

They can see
we're crawling all over Fred.

Our interest makes it seem like
he can make the red mercury.

Do we get the family in Leeds
to a safe house?

No, we hang them out to dry.

- Don't we, Tom?
- Yes, that's the trap.

Good. Now we wait, we watch.

You'd think we'd blown a hole big
enough to get someone's attention.

But nothing - nothing at all.

No.

- Photographed them?
- Yeah.

Don't look like the local branch
of al-Qaeda to me.

No, that's the trouble these days.
Anyone could be anyone.

- SHE SIGHS
- How do you think Tom is?

Oh, let's not even go there.

How do YOU think he is?

- He kind of sets my teeth on edge.
- Yeah.

Hello?

Who's this?

It's more press.

- Mmm.
- What?

Oh... I think he's spotted us.

- No, can't have that!
- I'll go!

- I will...
- No, no! I'll go!

Call of the wild, Zoe.

Ahem...

- Oh, she's mad!
- HE SNIGGERS

- I'm afraid I can't let you do that, sir.
- Why not, miss...?

- Are you accredited?
- Agence Presse Français.

- Why France?
- POOR ACCENT: Because I am French!

Well, I freelance there a lot.
I'm going to Paris this weekend.

You could come.

- Just give me the camera.
- What are you - 6?




picky about their glamour shots[?]

- The camera.
- How will I get it back?

It'll be returned
to Presse Français tomorrow.

I could come to Thames House
tomorrow to pick it up.

- Just give me the camera!
- Or what?

You'll karate chop
my sensitive parts[?]

Be gentle with it.
My camera is part of my body.

We'll submit it to routine tests.

- For red mercury?
- Really.

Come on! That's what
this is about, isn't it?

Sites about red mercury
are being pulled off the net!

- You're just a fund of information!
- Yes, I know.

What's your name? ..I mean,
obviously, give me a false name.

Just one that I can think of.

- It's Zoe.
- Zoe! Is your real name as pretty?

- Yeah!
- Don't you wanna know my name?

No, I'll find out your name.
And everything else about you.

Well, you do that.

Turn around.

Yes! Yes, yes, yes!

Result.

It'll be all right. It will.

What's he done?
What's all this about him gambling?

- I don't know.
- Tell me, Mum. I want to help.

I don't think you can.
Go on, get inside. It's cold.

Helen, Helen...

What am I doing?

- What is it?
- I don't know. There's someone...

- Come to collect Daddy's gambling debts.
- Oh, Jemma.

- She can't sleep.
- Oh, come on.

My mobile's still dead.

Well, I see the molecular transfer
of energy is suddenly wildly popular.

I'm sorry to disappoint anyone
who's here to be stunned

by details of my criminal career,

but in this lecture
we shall be considering questions

of solid absorption or...

OPERA MUSIC PLAYS

Where are they?
Why don't they contact me?!

They're waiting, like we are.

- Oh! I'm no good at this!
- No, you're doing very well.

Oh! Bugger! ..Resonance.

- Right, I'll get a...
- How do you live like this?

- How do you deal with the fear?
- You get to like it.

Destroy you, though, won't it?

- Perhaps.
- You know what Nietzsche said?

"If you look into the abyss...

"the abyss will look into you."

Pizza or lasagne?

Please yourself.

HE SIGHS

Will North? You really want
to go out with this man?

Yes.

Takes a good snap.
He's obviously troublesome.

Then again, if he wasn't,
you wouldn't like him.

Have you filled in your S24?

- Motion for Socialisation?
- Embarrassing form,

- but I'm glad you went through channels.
- Thank you, Harry.

- Any news on the op?
- No, not yet.

Well, while we're waiting,
you may as well live your life.

Er... I'll try. Thank you, Harry.

DOOR CLOSES, HE SIGHS

ALARM BEEPS

ALARM BLARES, TELEPHONE RINGS



- ALARM STOPS
- You'll have to change that now.

- Yeah. Because of you.
- HE SNIGGERS

So, Zoe...

What's your real name, then?

- Zoe.
- Yeah, right[!]

- Yeah, it is, William Regis North.
- How d'you know

my second name was...?

Oh... You've checked me out.

What, have you had me vetted?



- Oh!
- Very naughty.

Next you'll be telling me
that 5 searched my flat.

Oh, wow!

We've demonstrated already that
a layered distribution of active catalyst

is coupled with a diffusion barrier.

Therefore, one has to conclude,
we're looking at a novel biphasic process.

Immiscible when cold,
yet h*m* when heated,

allowing ascillation to take place.

Thank you all very much.

Er... Professor Roberts?

Yes?

Um... I'm worried about...

the molecular structure of the gas
under -21 4 Celsius.

He's talking to a student.
He'll be out in a mo.

- Enjoy your lecture?
- It was really good, yeah.

- I've just got one more question.
- Well...

Are MI5 running you?

We know they're watching you.
They're all over the campus.

If this is some kind of adolescent game
you're playing, I suggest you stop.

I have the honour of being
a messenger from the AI-F Command.

- We want to buy red mercury from you.
- That is a very serious request.

We're serious people.
What happened in the East End?

I, um...

I made a small quantity.

They ignored
simple handling instructions.

- But the red mercury was stable?
- As much as it ever can be.

- You really have made it?
- Oh, yes. The holy grail of terrorism.

If there was a Nobel Prize
for warmongering...

I'd pick that up as well.

- How much do you have?
- None.

- What do you mean?
- I use the university lab.

I'm not gonna pop it into a test tube
on a rack at the end of the day, am I?!

I want you to make us 5g.

You'll have to give me
a lot of money for that.

$5 million.

- I want my family's safety guaranteed.
- Of course.

And...I wanna disappear.

The casinos of the world
await you, Professor.

But if you are an MI5 trap,
be very afraid for your family.

# We know where they are! #

- 10 Elmet Crescent, Leeds.
- No... How do you know that?!

The revolution also has its spies.

Three days.

- Er... How will you take delivery?
- You'll get instructions.

DOOR OPENS

Thanks for the advice, Professor.

- There's something wrong.
- What's going on?

Tom, he's just standing there
against the column.

All right, leave it to me.

They know
where Helen and the girls are.

A student. Danny. ..Zoe.

What's his name? The student
who talked to you, what's his name?

I don't know him.

- I've got a visual.
- Want me to track him?

Tom?

- Do I track him?
- Uh...no. Back off.

- Repeat - back off.
- Are you sure?

I've still got a visual.

Yeah, we can't risk it.
Let him think he got away with it.

Come on, I'll take you home.

I haven't got a home.
I haven't got anywhere.

He must be a student somewhere.
Probably a postgrad.

Well, get on the network
and help me, people!

I tried to ring Helen.
The phone didn't work.

I tried her mobile, that didn't work
either. Is that you?

Yes.

Don't you think of us
as human beings at all?

Fred...I know
this is difficult for you,

but can we just go through what
this young man said to you again?

He wants the red mercury
in three days.

He'll let me know how it'll be collected.
What about my family?

- They'll be all right.
- Can you guarantee that?

- Yes.
- Liar! I can't go through with this.

We cannot stop this operation now.
The only way out now is to make it work.

I'm to go calmly into the lab and
pretend to make more red mercury[?]

Yes.

You know the really horrible thing?

I could almost enjoy this.

When I was talking to that young man,

I was this gambling,
criminal chemist.

I was this other self.

People in the field in a foreign country
have to do that for years.

Oh? And do they love it?

What, like you think you do? No.

I warn you, Fred -
that way madness lies.

No, you...

..you have to put your real self
in a box...

..and only when you come home...

..do you open up the box
and say, "Hello, real me."

What if the box got lost?

You'd have to reinvent yourself.

I think you lot are clinically insane.

- No, we're professional.
- Bollocks!

A spy's got to have a fatal flaw.

I think I'll make mine this.

He's asleep.

Look, I think we need to keep
Fred Roberts happy.

- I think we ought to move his family.
- You know we can't do that.

- He'll go to pieces.
- Then lie to him!

I'm destroying a man.

We still linked?

Not linked.
Not any more.

HARRY: 'Tom, are you with us?'

I can hear you.
What have we got on the student?

So he's got CCTV still coming in.
We'll talk later.

Oh!

Oh, I'm going to be sick!

Fred, I've had your family moved.
They're in an MI5 safe house.

- They're not in Leeds any more?
- No.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- Security rules.

- So they're safe?
- Yes, they're safe.

Thank God!

Oh! Oh, everyone, I've got him!

Lawrence Sayle. 24 years old.
Postgraduate chemistry student.

- His address is in Bristol.
- Well done, Sam.

Disappeared?

We don't want to alarm you, Mrs Sayle.
Lawrence is a brilliant postgraduate,

but sometimes students
are highly strung.

- Not Lawrence.
- Any idea where he'd have gone?

- Friends?
- No.

- He wasn't going anywhere?
- No. If he was going back to Asia,

- he would have told me.
- Asia?

- Yes. It sounds lovely.
- Where in Asia?

It's called Kyrgyzstan.
I think he's got a girlfriend there.

Look.

- Would you like a cup of tea?
- Very much, thank you.

Thank you.

Danny.

Chocolate biccies?

Uh...

Mrs Sayle...

..we have some very bad news.

Y Division have translated
the cards for us.

They're all signed "AI-F Command".

They're in two groups. Some make up
a handbook on handling expl*sives.

The others are ideological.
They look forward

to the overthrow of Saudi Arabia

and the establishment
of the House of Islam.

Al-Qaeda's stated aims.
These postcards...

They were sent from several towns
in the Fergana valley.

A number of al-Qaeda personnel
are known to have settled there.

- I've seen this postcard thing before.
- How do you mean?

The Syrian secret service use it.

This AI-F Command, I think it's new.
I think it's operating like us,

- surveillance teams...
- You mean, like a t*rror1st MI5?

Yeah. We've activated our sleeper.
They've activated theirs.

Lawrence Sayle.

OK, we let Lawrence contact Fred.

Don't pick him up till the money's paid.
Criminal evidence is the key.

The family, put Special Forces on
the house in Leeds but out of sight.

This is about waiting. Wide awake.

Hello, Professor.

These are the details of how to access
an account in the Cayman Islands.

The money will be in the account
one hour before I collect tomorrow night.

- Can I check that?
- Oh, they'll pay.

They're honourable. We want
to collect it from you personally.

He's tortured about his family, so
I told him we moved them to a safe house.

- Good.
- Well, we haven't.

- They're still in this house in Leeds.
- He can't ring to check. We blocked lines.

You don't get my point. We are tearing
this man apart, putting his family at risk.

- We've got a unit 500 yards away.
- It was his choice to be a sleeper.

- He knew what he was doing.
- I don't think he did. I don't think he does.

- Part of him wants to play the spy...
- What's your point?

My point is
the service is exploiting him.

- We're crucifying a man here.
- Fred Roberts or you?

What?

Nothing.

- I think we should cancel the operation.
- Why?

- We're asking this man to walk off a cliff.
- What is wrong?

- I don't have faith in the operation.
- Then you don't have faith in yourself.

- What?
- Flytrap is working better than we hoped.

- We flushed out a vicious t*rror1st group.
- Have we?

Our only lead is a set of postcards.
Have we found their base? No.

Do we know when
they'll contact Fred again? No.

We're running a henhouse
waiting for a fox to call.

- The university lab is one huge flypaper.
- Exactly.

So we're using Fred Roberts as bait.

- Of course!
- Well, what are we?

We're just automatons...
scared to wake up.

Tom...

when did you last sleep?

- No!
- I'm relieving you for eight hours.

Go home, have a few glasses of decent
Médoc, sleep and be back in the morning.

Right.

You're doing a brilliant job.
We're going to have a great success.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Adam, when Tom's left the grid,
would you come in here, please?

BUZZER

Tom.

- Is Zoe here?
- She's at Thames House, of course.

- What's up?
- I think...

Harry's going to
take me off the operation.

- Probably put in Adam to run it.
- Why?

- Cos I wanna close it down.
- But it's going well.

No, it'll end with everything shot to pieces
and innocent people dead.

- I don't know what we're doing any more.
- Running an entrapment scam.

- It's immoral.
- We've done it often enough.

- No, it stinks.
- You were really hot for this!

You worked the professor hard.
Come on! Immoral? What is this?

All I want to know...

..is are you for me or against me?

Oh, Tom.

In doing what?

You are one of them.

You're not awake.
You think you're awake, but you're not.

You think you know what you're saying,
but you don't.

You're being really scary here, Tom.

I know. I know.

OK. It's brilliant, the op. It's brilliant.
You're doing great work.

Thanks.

- Oh, Mike.
- We've got to leave.

- What?
- Your family is still in Leeds.

- You said they were safe.
- We thought if we moved them

AI-F Command would suspect you.

- You b*stard.
- I'll take you to them.

- What?
- You can all go somewhere safe.

I...

I don't know.

Professor...

you and your family are at risk.
I'm closing this operation down.

- I want you to come with me now.
- Is this a crisis of conscience?

I thought you left all that in a box.

Please, I must do this for you.

Come with me. I'm begging you.

Now.

All right.

- Is everything all right?
- Yeah, we're just going for a cup of tea.

- Log yourself out, sir.
- OK.

- Maybe he took the professor home.
- No sign of him.

- Has he snatched him?
- This happened to someone at GCHQ.

- What?
- Their conscience exploded.

An exploding conscience? Tom?!
I don't think so.

Three agents got k*lled.

- Danny?
- I think Ruth may be right.

Right about what?

Look, I'll explain to your wife
what we asked you to do.

So you'll say, "Look, MI5 asked
your husband to pretend to be a t*rror1st,

but I personally don't think
that's a good idea."

And you, me, Helen and the girls are
gonna run away from everyone forever.

- Fred, I have to get you out of this.
- Maybe I don't want to.

You don't realise what lengths
the service will go to.

The w*r on terror
changed the way they think.

- Look, Mike...
- My real name's Tom.

Peeling the onion, are you?

Layer after layer of lies.

Yeah.

He's in a pool car.
He's trashed the tracker device.

- Went through four speed cameras.
- What's he doing?

Making the professor disappear.

- Is that a guess?
- A certain guess.

He's wrecking this operation.
What's the situation at the Leeds house?

- Two AI-F Command men are watching.
- Tom's going to blunder in.

When he arrives,
Special Forces lift everyone out.

No, sorry, Harry. Let's try and save this.
How long to get to the house?

- I want to go on with what we've started.
- No, you don't realise.

I realise a nuclear b*mb
could go off at any time.

The operation will go pear-shaped.

- They'll spit you out.
- Bloody hell!

g*nf*re

- They'll do anything. I told you.
- SIREN WAILS

Get out.

I'm so sorry, Fred.

- Sir, can you go with these officers?
- He's not going anywhere!

- I'm collecting his family.
- Tom, this is wrong.

That will tell the t*rrorists
the professor is working for us.

- What's the matter with you?!
- I've woken up to this job!

I'll go back. I want to finish this.

- Thank you, Professor.
- They're right.

You'll have nothing!

- He knows his own mind.
- No, he doesn't, cos we've pushed him!

- Just stop it!
- This is your operation. Why wreck it?

- After all we've been through, please!
- You owe this to us.

Don't make me do something
I can't go back on.

You're a free man.
You don't have to do this.

- I want to. I've made my choice.
- Fred, please, don't!

- I'm de-commissioning you, Tom.
- Don't be ridiculous, Harry.

You are no longer an officer.

Danny! Zoe! Come on!

Just leave it.

Come on, back me up!

How exactly?

Because we understand each other!
We always have.

Not any more.

Zoe!

I'm really sorry.

INAUDIBLE

Are you armed?

I mean, I would have armed myself.

Don't get caught with a g*n, Tom.

Not again.

Take him back.

Do you understand?

No.

Sorry.

LAUGHTER

Oh, five! One, two,
three, four, five!

Come on, boy, where are you?
Come on.

Come on!

Come on, boy.

DOG YELPS

That's it?

Oh, yes.

MAN SPEAKS IN ARABIC

ARABIC CONTINUES

"It is written,
As for those that have done evil,

"evil should be rewarded
with like evil."

That's right, isn't it, Lawrence?

Chilli powder
mixed with a little oil.

You've been had, Lawrence.

It's a sting called Operation Flytrap,
and you've been well and truly stung.

It's your go.

Come on. Come on, boy,
where are you? Come on.

Come on. Come on, boy. Come on.

Come on, boy. Come on,
where are you? Come on now.

Whatever you say,
I won't betray my brothers.

We've got all the money
paid to the professor.

Will your brothers be pleased

when they know their $5 million
is safe in the British Treasury?

You're going to be OURS, Lawrence.

PHONE RINGS

Your compadres in Leeds?

ANSWER ME!

Yes.

Ringing to check you've got
the mercury at the agreed time.

If you tell them you have it,
they'll leave the area, yes?

If you don't...?

PHONE CONTINUES TO RING

Look at me! If your brothers
move against the professor's family,

Special Forces will sh**t them dead.

If you want to save lives,
tell them you've got the mercury.

- PHONE CONTINUES TO RING
- Take your phone out!

Phase two.

CHILDREN CHEER AS THEY PLAY

MAN: Get down!

Stay down!

It's all right. Calm down.
Everything will be all right.

- What's going on?
- Secure. Let them talk.

'Helen.

'Helen!

'You and the girls,
are you all right?'

- Are you hurt?
- No.

- They're here.
- 'So it's worked.

'I am so, so sorry'

I ever got you into this.

What?

I did it for MI5.

- MI...?
- 'I made them a promise years ago.'

I was what they call...a sleeper.

I don't know...

who you are.

'I don't know
why you did this to us.'

I did it for the country.

You did it for yourself.

'Because it was exciting.'
SHE WEEPS

- LINE GOES DEAD
- Helen?

Helen?

- It can be hard for the people around us.
- Yes.

She'll...

She'll...

Yes.

People.

Mike...or Tom...
what's going to happen to him?

- Sorry, Professor, classified.
- DOOR SHUTS

Everybody safe?

Fred's family?

What about Lawrence Sayle,
did you get him?

Of course, you can't tell me!
I'm a member of the public now.

You are.

I envy you.

- I doubt that.
- No, I mean...

- if this thing is really... grieving you...
- The spy thing?

The urge to be secret - to give
a false name, lead a false life.

You'll get the really very generous
special pension.

Payoff. For our own officers here.

You won't be disciplined, Tom.

Thanks for that.

Of course, you realise
we'll never meet again.

Yeah.

Good luck in the real world.

The source behind the photo -
she's willing to talk.

- A deep throat?
- She's a very senior government official.

This means category A
counter-surveillance.

No-one can know
this person has spoken to me.

Tell Six to put a team of watchers
on Harry Pearce's lot.

You don't know who he is.

- Adam, there's a problem.
- Danny!

Anyone running operations
in the UK without informing MI5

is playing a dangerous,
foolish game.