05x09 - The Criminal

[bunniefuu]

Adam, it's Ros. Can you hear me?
Are you hurt?

My problem, if I have a problem,
is ordinary common grief.

I can't fight!

Adam's collapsed. He seems to be
having some kind of fit.
He's not responding.

Are you OK? I'm fine. Which way?

KNOCKING

Shortly before dawn local time
Special Forces penetrated

the stronghold of Serbian
General Marko Tezlia,

apprehending the
alleged w*r criminal. . .

. .some as young as nine
were rounded up and ex*cuted.

Where the hell is he?

BIRD SQUAWKS

You scared the hell out of me.

You think I'd waltz into
the spotlight like Liberace?

Anyway.

So, hop in.
It's a long way home to Blighty.

Sorry.

Old habits.

Put the kettle on, Harry. You know,
sleeping in a Saville Row suit
can undermine the desired effect.

I've got a chap who knocks them up
for me in Hong Kong.

And sleep has been a
low priority recently.

Operation on the boil. Bit tricky.

Can't it wait?

Minister's orders, I'm afraid.

You'll know that Serbia's
terribly keen to join the EU.

But Europe won't have it - not until
Serbia's given up her w*r criminals.

Which she can't. Because after
the w*r, the old warlords
reorganised into Mafia gangs

feeding off the chaos.

Marko Tezlia was
the worst of the lot.

So we picked Tezlia up,
direct from his stronghold.

Special Forces, in and out,
and served him up to the Hague.

It is what the Serbs want, Harry.

To put this w*r, these th*gs,
behind them. And they deserve it.

And I suppose Britain deserves
all those contracts from a
grateful new Euro-Serbia.

Come on! Tezlia wasn't just
a mobster - he was a genocide.

And his trial is a mockery.

Protected witnesses,
key witnesses, are being sold out.

k*lled.

You know what it's like at the
Hague. They think security's
anti-European.

More chaotic scenes at the Hague
today where the trial of
the alleged Serbian w*r criminal

General Marko Tezlia
is close to collapse.

It follows the m*rder of
yet another key prosecution witness

in an alledged Serb
Mafia style assassination.

Human rights groups are stressing
the need to see the trial through
to a successful conclusion. . .

Tezlia's organisation isn't like
a conventional criminal syndicate.

It's essentially a private army,
most of them veterans who've been
with Tezlia since before the w*r.

Niko Grecic.

Tezlia's colonel during the w*r.
Tezlia's colonel now.

Yes, I know Grecic. The worst kind
of psychopath. And our key witness.

Strategically, he's small fry -
another maniac who obeyed orders.

So we picked him up.
Made him an offer. He walks

in exchange for his testimony.

So why are we discussing this, John?

I presume you're not
simply craving my approval.

He's in England.

And the rest.
Come on, John. Spit it out.

I see.

Where's Harry?

Moving in mysterious ways.

OK. Look, um. . .

You're all aware that, on the last
mission, I had a. . .a bad moment.

That I froze.

And you know that I've
been having some. . .

personal issues lately.

So you should also know that I've
decided to do something about it.

Meanwhile, I give you my word
that my ability to do my job
is in no way compromised.

While that's still the case,
I'd appreciate it if this just,
you know, this stayed in the team.

I don't think Harry needs to know.
Of course not. No need to ask.

Well, it's nice to see
some keen faces.

Niko Grecic is scheduled to
give evidence in five days.

General Tezlia's organisation wants
him dead before he gets the chance.

Richard Dempsey. MI6 traitor.

Posted to Serbia in '92.

Sold out to the Great Cause.

Five days ago, Dempsey crossed into
Hungary and m*rder*d two MI6

field operatives who'd been
sent to intercept him.

Mozambique Drill, two to the chest,
one to the head.
A Dempsey speciality.

And yesterday, MI6 tipped us off.

He sneaked into Waterloo
in disguise.

He's come home to m*rder his former
comrade Niko Grecic before he can
testify. Where's Grecic being kept?

In a secure location which
won't remain secure indefinitely.

Jo, Zaf, I want you to work
with Adam to track down and
apprehend Richard Dempsey.

And when you've done so
I want you to k*ll him.

Dempsey has no value. Captured, he'll
tell any lie that might help him.

And while he's at large,
he'll stop at nothing
in pursuit of his objectives.

And that includes k*lling
anyone round this table and anyone
in the street out there.

Collect your weapons from
the armoury on the way out.

Ros, would you stay behind, please?

This is John Russell, head of
the Special Balkan Executive. Hi.

And we're meeting in the car-park
because. . . ?

Boo! Oh.

Someone at the Hague, Ros,
has got a very big mouth.

We don't know who, we don't know how
high, nor do we know their network.

So we must consider this
operation compromised,

which means you must stay
absolutely under the radar.

No personnel. No official resources.
None of the usual safe houses.

Paper trails are dangerous things,
and bureaucracies always leave them.
You're on your own.

So where does he go?
Black cab to Ealing station.

Station CCTV? He never entered.

Moscow Rules.

It's a set of protocols set
up during the Cold w*r
for agents behind the Iron Curtain.

Dempsey will consider himself in
enemy territory, and he'll act
accordingly. He'll take buses, walk,

go beyond CCTV coverage.

He'll just. . .he'll evaporate.

So what's his next move?
Old contacts?

None that wouldn't k*ll him on sight.

But there is a sister.

Lucy Dempsey. 26. Divorced. No kids.

It looks like she
inherited the family home.

Were she and her brother close?
Very.

He'll know we're watching her.
She's the only one he can trust.

She's worth a look.

Harry. . .

Ros? Ah, Ros's
whereabouts are classified

and there's to be no direct
contact between you and her until
this operation is complete.

These safe houses. . .

So lifeless.

Actually, Niko, I live here.

Ah, very nice.

Hello, Lucy.

What a nice surprise.

This place hasn't changed much.

Would you like a drink, Adam?

No, I'm fine, thanks.
So good to see you!

How's Wes? He's good.

Give him a kiss from me. I will.

Um, Lucy, listen. I'm. . .

I'm actually here on a
professional matter.

We've had a report of an incident
in Serbia.

A sh**ting.

Richard's dead, Lucy. I'm sorry.

Do you remember what
mum used to sing?

Because you and Richard
were always playing wars.

Ambushing each other.

How was she?

He hasn't made contact yet.
Stay on her.

Can I get you anything?

A light.

Not in my house, I'm afraid.

I should smoke outside?

There are matches in the kitchen.

Hello, Luce.

My God. . . Sshh, sshh, sshh.

Adam said you were. . . No.

Not yet.

But I needed to see you.

Take this.

DOORS BEEP

Bye.

CLICK

Dempsey!

Dempsey!

It was a planned escape.
He led us down there.

But the car he torched -
the fuel tank was empty.

It was an obstruction, not a b*mb.

Adam.

The personal element of this
operation. . . There isn't one.

We failed to acquire the target.
End of story.

It's Zaf.

I just caught up with her
outside Oxford Circus.

She gave me something.

Thanks, mate.

Dempsey told his sister to keep
moving until we caught up with her,

at which point
she was to volunteer this.

He insisted I be the one to call it.

I don't think we should give him
everything he wants.

Richard Dempsey, I presume.
Get me Carter.

I'll try to arrange a conversation.
What do you want?

To come in. Am I safe?

Of course. You have my word.
Your word! Ha!

He's seeding doubt.
Enough to let him do his job and
then get out of the country.

He made a mistake, though. Traces
are faster than they used to be.

He's in Hyde Park. Two and a half
square kilometres of open parkland.

Exits too numerous to name.
Several thousand people moving in
several thousand directions.

He might as well have called
from the moon.

You lost him? !

Zaf and Jo are following
possible escape routes.

Malcolm's working every security
system in the capital.
We'll get him.

You have absolutely no idea
where he's gone, do you?

Just stay put.
He's got no way of finding you.

Oh, yes, very droll.

You think I'm a coward?

For agreeing to this deal.

A deserter?

I think you're a coward for
burning women and children to death.

It was w*r.

No, Niko. It was m*rder.

There's a difference.

CAR DOOR CLOSES

[Get back there.]

GLASS SMASHES

It's tear gas. Get out. Take this.

expl*si*n

Get out those doors, get out!

Go!

CAR BRAKES SQUEAL

Use that as a compress.
Call an ambulance!

Can you stand?

Come on.

Niko, stand.

Harry, he found us. My God. Grecic?

He's still breathing.
Keep it that way.

Tear gas to flush out personnel
from the structure.

Then g*n them down outside.
That's not tradecraft.

That's a message.
A postcard to Serbia.

How did Dempsey know he was there?

Get me the files of the officers
who delivered Grecic to Ros.

Andrew Faulks,
low level officer, MI6.

£30, 000 paid into an offshore
account in his name.

A new account. Opened last week.
OK, let's bring him in.

Ros. Simon.

Simon, I need help.

Liv, get the children.
Take them to Heather and Allan's.

No, you stay here.

Please take a seat, Kevin.

Oh, for God's sake, he said SIT!

How did you contact him, Kevin?

Contact who?

Where is he? Adam!

Where's Dempsey? Adam!

MAN SCREAMS
A word.

MAN SCREAMS AGAIN

So you're not allowing your
personal feelings to interfere
with this operation.

He's our only route to Dempsey!
Which is why he's here.

But remember this - you are
torturing a British officer.

Does that remind you of anyone,
Adam?

You're no good to me
in this condition.

Go home. Sleep. Go for a run.
Do whatever it takes.

I need you at your best in the
morning. Rested. Calm. Objective.

[He needs a hospital.]

He can't have one.

I'm not a b*ttlefield surgeon, Ros.
I help to get people pregnant.

I'm not asking you, Simon.
Keep this man alive,

or anything you've got to lose will
be taken from you. Is that clear?

You know your trouble?
You enjoy this too much.

You always did.
Oh yeah, look at me, having fun[!]

Come on!

Here, use that to compress it.

Ros! Yeah?

What should I do? Just scrub!

Jenny?

I heard something.

What? I don't know. A noise.

Whatever that is, it wasn't there
when I went to bed.

£30, 000 into an offshore account.

It's all a bit tacky, isn't it?

How many times can I say it?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Come on, Andrew,
we know Dempsey contacted you.

HE SOBS

sh*t!

sh*t!

Ros. . .

I can't do this. I'm sorry.
. .Get out, Liv.

How's he looking?

He's dying.

He isn't trained for this. I am.

For God's sake!

Go on.

Simon, whatever happened between you
and this woman, I don't care.

Whoever this man is, I don't care.

I just want them gone.

Because our children are upstairs.

So take a step back, assist me,
and let's get this over with.

The first shot was through and
through. Very little fragmentation.

I extracted what I could
from the second wound and
arrested the bleeding. So?

Shock and sepsis are
both likely to k*ll him.

But most urgently, he needs blood.

No, I can't just go
and steal blood, Ros.

Or get it back in time
even if I could.

Harry, he needs a hospital.

Not until we've got
this mess pinned down.

OK, what's his blood group?

O positive.

Your blood sugar's already low.

And we'll be taking a lot more
blood than you can really afford.

Well, that answers one question.
What's that?

How does she sleep at night?

Why do you do it, Ros? Do what?

This. To yourself.

It's a living.

Last time.

The chaotic w*r crimes trial of
General Marko Tezlic

continues to hang
in the balance today.

In London the Metropolitan
police have confirmed that a body
found in a South London park

yesterday evening was that of the
Serbian poet, journalist and human
rights campaigner, Milan Dobshovic.

Last week he failed to appear as
a key prosecution witness at General
Tezlia's trial at the Hague.

Police report that Mr Dobshovic had
been shot three times at close range

in an apparent
execution-style k*lling.

g*n CLICKS

Don't worry.

Nothing to report.

So. Who is this man. . .

that you should do
all this on his behalf?

Who could possibly
mean so much to you?

Actually, I'd just as rather
see him swinging from a
rope, but there you go.

Wes will be up soon.
Don't let him see that thing.

Jenny. . .

Jenny.

Soon I'm going to have to leave.

When I'm gone, you stay in the flat.

You keep the windows shut and locked.
You close the curtains.

You turn off the lights.
You don't answer the phone.

If anybody comes to the
door that you don't know

even if it's somebody that
you DO know but you're not expecting,
you don't answer it.

You keep quiet. You keep quiet
and you hide.

PHONE RINGS

Harry. Adam.

Is everything all right?
I told you I wanted you here fresh.
First thing.

I'm sorry, there's something
I have to check out first.

Well, I want you on the Grid
in 30 minutes. That's not a request.

In 1992, Adam was assigned to Serbia

to assassinate General Marko Tezlia.
The operation was blown.

Adam was captured and
tortured by Richard Dempsey.

As proof of life,
the Serbs sent us this.

DRILLING AND SCREAMING

SCREAMING

Yesterday,
Adam's operational decisions were
downright questionable.

Today, he's taken off to
God knows what, where and why.

So I'm asking you once again. . .
What is Adam Carter's
operational fitness?

Oh!

You're absolutely sure it's him?
Faulks? He was the delivery boy.

He had money that
couldn't be accounted for.

But he didn't know what he was
delivering. He found out. Stupid boy

Stupid, stupid boy.
Where's Grecic now?

Well, John under the circumstances,
I. . .

Come on, Harry! This is my operation
too. Where the hell is he?

Ros has taken him to see a friend.

He's a doctor. He's safe.

What a God-almighty mess this is.

g*n CLICKS

I'm a British officer!
You're an assassin.

It was a black operation. Sandpiper.

I infiltrated one of General
Tezlia's militia units. . .
a unit led by Niko Grecic.

I fed intel on troop movements.
Atrocities.

After the w*r, it was drug
shipments, assassinat. . .

Enough! All you have
to do is LISTEN.

I had to let them t*rture
you, it was my only way in.

Whatever happened to Grecic,
it wasn't me.

Come on, then!

Do it!

Two to the chest!

One to the head!

Do-not-MOVE!

Do it!

sh**t me.

Because, mate, I've got nowhere
left to go. I'm finished.

Why else would I come to you?
You botched the attempt on Grecic.

You want to find him
and finish it. You think I'm
the best means to that end. No.

I'm your best hope
for keeping Grecic alive.

It's because there's
something rotten, Adam,

right in the guts of your
operation. I'm the proof of that.

I'm not here to k*ll Grecic, Adam.
I don't care about Grecic.

I just want to come home.

You. . . You. . .

My handler was Charlie Holland.

All communication with him was
limited to dead drop, and book code.

It's a robust form of
transmission. . .

. .so long as you're
working from identical books.

Modify the code with a
basic shift pattern,

and it's all but unbreakable.

Moscow rules, Adam.

Technology will always let you down.

Keep it simple. If a message is
intercepted, it can't be traced,
either to source or destination.

And it can't be decoded without
the right shift pattern and
the exact source text. . .

not just the right book, Adam. . .

. .but the exact edition.

When Tezlia
was captured, I was ordered to
set up Grecic for extradition.

So I did. Grecic was picked up.

I crossed into Hungary.

And then two men
were sent to k*ll me.

Get in.

Who was Charlie's Control?

Only Charlie knew both
ends of the operation.

That's what Control exploited.
To what benefit? Money.

There's an intelligence
w*r going on in Serbia, Adam,

between organised criminal gangs.

And my intelligence on Tezlia. . .

what g*ns he's moving,
what drugs he's selling, to whom,
what policemen, what politicians,

what journalists he's
got in his back pocket. . .

that has value to his rivals. . .

to the White Wolves, the Zemun Clan.

They'll pay money for it.
And I mean serious money.

So Control was selling it.

And with Charlie dead no-one
can stand witness for you.

Or identify Control.

Charlie was k*lled.
He was an old man. They die.

Oh, come on!

They were sent for Charlie
and for me too.

They'll keep coming,
until they've got what they want.

Me dead. Grecic dead. Tezlia free.

And all evidence of
Sandpiper gone forever.

OK, we'll look into Charlie Holland.

But for him, not for you.

Drive.

Your uncle never mentioned
any family.

Well, we weren't related by blood.

Um, so how did he. . . ?
Oh, very peacefully.

On his favourite bench.
It seemed very sudden.

Charlie was fit as a fiddle.

Always out and about. . .
if not the library, the gallery.
Running errands.

It was a shock to us all.

Thanks.

They k*lled him.

Richard, give me a phone.

Give me a phone.

As soon as I make this call,
they'll have a fix on my position.

And soon after that,
they'll work out who I'm with.

So whatever you're trying to do, once
I've made this call, it's over.

You're walking dead.

Your funeral.

Malcolm? I need you to dig up
some security footage for me.

It's an old people's home.

Rooksnest. Fine. Times and dates?

Yeah, OK. Got it.

It'll take a minute or two,
can I call you back on this number?

Harry, Adam just called,
a pay-as-you-go cell phone.

Give him what he wants.

Give nothing away. Stay on him.

Thanks, Malcolm.

I knew it, they're covering their
tracks. It'sjust a precaution. . .

in case a senile old man left
something that he shouldn't.

You know that's not true. They were
looking for the Sandpiper
cipher text. This is proof. . .

that Sandpiper existed.

What the hell is he up to?

Ignoring orders, endangering
himself and wrecking this operation.

Adam!

Malcolm, I need you to
look into something else for me.

Operation Sandpiper.

It's a black op.
Balkans. 1992 onwards.

Of course.

He's ditched the cell phone.

FAINT GROAN

HE GROANS

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Harry?

Have you been in contact with Adam?

No, of course not. What's going on?

Ros, I think we may have a problem.

I've never actually seen it.

By the time it was
built, I was in Serbia.

The strange thing about it. . .

. .Serbia. I'd left everything
behind.

Everything that
makes you who you are.

I became reliant on
Niko Grecic's friendship.

Half of me actually
quite liked him. . .

. .began to think of him
as my friend.

What's the name of the source text?

Two Cheers For Democracy.

E.M. Forster. First edition.

If you're not at the rendezvous. . .
Where would I go?

Be there. Or I swear to God. . .

Adam Carter. . . What brings you
to this side of the river?

Come along.

Progress on Dempsey?

He paid a visit to Charlie
Holland's nursing home.

Showed some interest in his things.
Charlie Holland? Why? I don't know.

Do you have Charlie's inventory?

He taught me too well, I'm afraid.

Assume nothing. So yes. . .

his things ARE in storage.

Deep in the bowels somewhere.

And this is it? This is everything?

It happens to us all, if we stay in
this job long enough.

We end up with nothing.

And no-one.

PHONE RINGS

HARRY: Hello.

What aren't you telling me, Harry?

John, I've been up all night,

my psychic powers are at a low ebb.
Please elaborate.

I've just had your boy in here.
Adam Carter.

To what purpose? Grave robbing.

Rooting around Charlie
Holland's things.

When, exactly? He just left.

I'll speak to him.

In the meanwhile, John. . . What?

. .do you remember an
Operation Sandpiper?

Black Op. Something Charlie
Holland might have been tied up in?

Not under my jurisdiction.

CAR ENGINE

You're late. I know.

Look, I don't care if you get shot.
Chances are, I'll do it
myself before the day's through.

But I'm not taking a b*llet for you.
So move.

TYRES SCREECH

Well? It wasn't there.

They got to it. WHO got to it? WHO?
Whoever was running Sandpiper!

Where are we going?

We got to put some distance
between us and Thames House.

Hampstead Heath. Open ground.

PHONE RINGS

Adam?

I've got some idea of what
must be going on back there.

I'm sorry to do
this to you, but. . .

I need you to answer this question. . .

honestly.

Go on. Operation Sandpiper?

I've turned over every stone.

If there'd ever been a Sandpiper,

even a black op, it would have
left some trace, however faint,

some residue. But there's nothing.

Adam, he's lying to you. Thanks.

They're on Hampstead Heath. Jo, Zaf.
Get up there. Hunt Dempsey down.

sh**t him on sight. No questions.
No hesitation.

What about Adam?
Put all personal concerns aside.

You will not allow Adam to
jeopardise this operation.
Are we clear?

Are we clear?

We're clear.

You're an assassin, Richard.

The funny thing is,
you came to the wrong place.

I haven't got the faintest idea
where Grecic is, so I can't
lead you to him.

Are you seeking treatment? For what?

Well, I think nowadays they call
it 'post traumatic stress disorder'.

But I still prefer 'burn out'.

It sounds more noble.

I've seen a lot of it,
over the years.

The anxiety.

The long periods of detachment.

The erratic temper.
They're all classic symptoms.

Don't try and talk me down, mate.
I'm just saying.

g*n CLICKS

You're wrong, you know. No.

Don't do this Adam. Just give me
more time. You've had your time.

If Grecic's location is so
classified even you don't know,
then how did I find him?

Your insider. Faulks. He's admitted
this? By what means did
he communicate with me?

Did he leave a trail?
He must have left a trail.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Yeah.
Zaf, what did you get out of Faulks?

HE SCREAMS

Nothing. He gets an A-Star.

Even after the full audio treatment.
No.

No, he's not, he's not capable
of that kind of resistance.

If he's saying nothing
it's because he knows nothing.

Someone's setting him up.

Adam? Adam?

Jesus. Are you telling the truth?

You know I am. No, I don't
know! I don't know! I just. . .

OK, OK, OK.

So you feed intel to Charlie Holland,

who passed. . .who passes hard copies
on to his Control. Whoever that is.

But Charlie's old school. And
Sandpiper's a black operation,
on the dangerous edge of things.

So, so Charlie's, Charlie's
going to archive the files, isn't he?

To cover himself, if need be.
To prove he was acting on orders.

So where would he keep them?
I don't know.

It's your last chance, Richard!
For Christ's sake.

He's not going to leave them lying
round, lying round God's
waiting room is he?

So where? Come on think.

Look, Richard, look,

I'm running out of options here,
mate.

You know what that means?

I can't let you walk away from this.

So think.

Think. Where did Charlie
leave the Sandpiper files?

The book won't be in its right place.
Charlie would've stashed it
somewhere. Dead-dropped it.

Excuse me.

Do you remember an old man
called Charlie Holland
who used to come in here?

Charlie Holland? Yes.

Wore a hat? Overcoat. Yes, yes.

What do you remember about him? Did
he have a favourite spot? A chair?

OK, Malcolm. Got it.

It's a library? Yeah, left here.

Here we are. . .

It's a number. 940, point. . .









HARRY: Zaf, Jo, keep focused,
do not let Dempsey deceive you.

You ready for this? Yeah, you?

Dempsey! He's one of us, he's a
British Officer. Don't believe him.

He's telling the truth.
You said it yourself. . .

he'll tell any lie to keep himself
alive. I don't want to sh**t you.

Zaf, Charlie Holland used
this library as a dead drop.

He's archived the intelligence
Richard's fed him from Serbia.

Listen to yourself, mate.
Listen to what you're saying.

Dempsey tortured you. He had to.

To avoid compromising his operation.
You'd have done the same thing.

g*n CLICKS

Back to back.

Jo, if you sh**t from that range,
you'll k*ll us both, you know that.

Look, I know things
haven't been right.

And I know you've probably been
ordered to sh**t me if you have to.

But I'm not going to stand down.

So I'm asking you. Both of you.

Trust me. Just once more.

Trust me.

Tell us what to look for.
There's a book.

Lowest shelf.

Far corner. Jammed in the back.

Probably Two Cheers For Democracy.

E.M. Forster.

It contains the archive.

Jo.

Nothing. Look again.

Zaf.

So, now what?

I thought we'd agreed to elim. . .
Eliminate him?

Absolutely.

But first, let's see
what he's selling.

I went through Charlie
Holland's inventory today.

That old fossil! And I found this.

It's a Microdot camera. . .

an old spy's souvenir.

Used to capture documents onto film
so small it could only be read
with a microscope.

The film was about the size
of a full stop.

Sandpiper existed, John.

In the early days, it
was legitimate enough.

But then the Balkan w*r ended

and you decided to
keep Dempsey out there.

Why not?

You knew how things would unfold.

Warlords would form rival mafias.
Rival gangs.

And you'd have a mole right at
the centre of the biggest of them.

You could sell Dempsey's
intelligence to the highest bidder,

fomenting turf wars,
territorial clashes.

The more chaos there was,
the more money you'd make.

You're worse than a traitor, John.

You're a pimp.
There was no such operation.

The shutters came down on the
operation. But you didn't mind that.

You'd spent years preparing,
wiping out every trace.

All that remained
was to k*ll Charlie Holland,
and send your boys after Dempsey.

But Dempsey's still alive.
And Charlie left this behind him.

This book, which contains, FIFTEEN
YEARS of good intelligence.

Everything Dempsey did for you
is archived in here.

Microdots, John.

It's called a trade craft.

We know a Serbian hit squad
was hired to k*ll Grecic

after you sold them his position.

So, enough.

Where are they?

Fine. Then I leave you alone in this
room, this soundproof room,

for ten minutes, with these two men.

Parkhouse Hotel.
Seven Sisters Road.

Adam. Let's get them picked up.

Niko.
HE GASPS

HE GROANS

Relax, Niko. He's with us.

I should have known.
I should have known.

Petar Lozarad. . .

British agent! That's right, mate.

Still. Good times, eh?

Except one day, someone will
put you in the ground.

For the things you did.

Two to the chest, one to the head.

Your speciality.

Two to the chest.

One to the head.

But not today.

Because here you are, to save me.

Not today.

Because here I am. . .to save you.

It's nice. Being friends again.

NEWSREADER: A triumph for human
rights campaigners

in Serbia as Niko Grecic,
himself an indicted w*r criminal,

today directly implicated his
former general in the 1992 m*ssacre
of Bosnian Muslim men and boys.

Grecic's evidence is expected
to last at least a week,

but commentators speculate that
today's testimony alone may be. . .

Jenny. . .

. .I can't do this to you. Oh?

And what comes next. . .

"It's not you, it's me"?
But that's the point isn't it?

It's not you. And it IS me.

And this is my life. This is it. The
people around me risk getting hurt.

The difference is they've chosen
to do it. I can choose it, too.

For Wes, yeah. But not for me.

Come on, Jenny, you know this
isn't right, to allow. . .
to allow it to continue.

You're just scared.

Three people, in a flat, being
together. That terrifies you.

You spend weeks, months,
pretending to be other people.

Not because you're a spy. But
because it's all you're capable of.

You told me once. . .

question your methods,
but not your motives.

Well, guess what? I do.

I question your motives.

You coward.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Who is it?

It's Maria.

Petar. There is no need.

There's every need, Niko.

What we're doing
will change the world.

No! Move! Out!

A cold w*r scenario
for the environmental age.

Why did we not know this?

We're never going to do anything
with this man in charge!

We won't close the barrier gates
for the high tide

and at five o'clock this evening
London floods.