08x03 - Tycoons

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This programme contains
some violent scenes.

Your husband and the boy will die.
Harry! I can't... k*ll the man. No!
This is all your fault, Harry!

If you'd played by the rules,
none of this would have happened!

What do you want from me?
We've missed you, Ruth.

We've missed you badly.
But no-one more than Harry.

We need to talk.
I'm glad you said that.

What is that?
Malcolm's replacement.

I'm the agency's Liaison Officer,
so here we are...

liaising.

Hey, Lucas.

My boss. Samuel Walker.

I've been approached. By whom? An
American contact. Somebody high up.

He had great concerns
about a plot to challenge
the world order as we know it.

He was scared, Harry.

Follow me, sir.

What's Ros' status?

She's inside posing as part
of Ashenden's security.

What about the bug?
She's just about to drop it in.

Heading for main meeting room.

I always thought the Bendorf Group
was just a conspiracy theory.

Not only does it exist,
its meetings dictate policy to half
the governments on the planet.

Including ours. Between them,
the eight members control 75% of
the world's natural resources.

I don't think any of our votes
can compete with that.

I was thinking maybe I go
to law school or something.

I have to say I'm surprised, Nina.

Your wanting a desk job,
working for me.

Yes. As I said, uncle,
people change.

Your father would be proud.

DOORBELL RINGS

Oh, I think it's for me. I said
to my friends to pick me up here.

It could be my driver, Nina.
I'm nearly ready.

Yes, it's for me.

g*nshots

Mr Gevitsky.

Can I call you Leon?
Is it Lay-on or Lee-on?

Come, come... Nina? Relax, Leon.

Just think of this as
a chance to get to know your
little niece a bit better.

On se casse!

Go, go, go on. Get out.

Any news of Leon?

Er, he should be here shortly.

Bug in place.

Is it working? Clear as a bell.
Keep me updated.

I know, we've all been hit
by the recession, but...

The public may not like us,

but you can't have a global
economy without leadership.

g*nshots RING OUT,
PEOPLE SCREAM

Ros, what's going on?
We have a security breach.

At least five of them.
Heavily armed.

Everybody, down on your knees!

On your knees.

HE SHOUTS ORDERS

g*nsh*t

On your knees. I said everybody!

I'm going in. I'm losing comms.

Harry! Gunmen have stormed
the Bendorf, Ros has cut contact.

Get her back on the line.

Come, come, come.

Stop.

Anything?
She's gone. Shall I call back-up?

We can't. Officially
this meeting doesn't even exist.

Check everywhere.
Make sure we haven't missed anyone.

Come, come!

Get Lucas and Jo over there.

Lucas, we need you on the ground.
Code alert red.

Down on the floor against that wall.
Depeche-toi! Come on!

- What the hell is this place?
- Panic room.

Go on, sit! Sit!

Down! Sit! Rudy, the lift.

It's manually controlled.
There's no override.

Now the only way anyone can
get down here is if we let them.

You can thank your dear host
and his prophetic paranoia

which led him to getting
this splendid bunker put in place.

Not exactly what you had in mind
when you had it built, huh?

What do you want?

Why don't we all make
ourselves comfortable, hmm?

And play a round of Who Doesn't
Want To Be A Dead Billionaire?

It must be there somewhere.

Pull up old traffic camera footage
from around the building.

Jo.

ELEVATOR BEEPS THEN BUZZES

Yeah, well, find me
the Home Secretary and tell him
I'd like to speak to him urgently.

'Tariq, get me the plans
to this building.' I'm on it.

Whatever ransom they ask for
will make winning the lottery
look like small change.

We need to find out who they are.

You're all flustered.

Yes, well, that happens sometimes.
Such as when a group of armed th*gs

kidnap eight of the wealthiest
and most politically powerful men
on the planet.

And on my first day back.
You shouldn't have.

Either that or a basket of muffins.
Oh, no, you really shouldn't have.

Someone's grabbed
the Bendorf Group. Yes.

They've also got Ros. Is she OK?
We've no idea. We don't even know
where they are. Harry...

These are the floor plans
for Ashenden's house.

Look at this -
there's no tunnel going anywhere.

Just this big space here. I think
he's got an underground rumpus room.
Rumpus room? Panic room.

An underground bunker. That must be
where they're holding them.
Get the plans to Lucas and Jo.

If Ros is down there, she'll be
without comms or support.

Who else knows? Just us. Good.
Cos once this gets out, you'll get

a lot of angry calls from some very
powerful people. You come with me.

Take a seat.

Open it.

Welcome back to the world
of the living.

It's a bit odd

being back here.

After everything that's happened.

Yes. I know. I'm sorry.

I hadn't intended this to happen
on your first day.

But Ros? Ros wasn't put in there
because of any perceived threat.

We had no idea anything
was in the offing.

I sent her in there because of
something the Home Secretary
asked me to look into quietly.

Which is?

Some rumblings he heard
from an American contact.

Dangerous rumblings.

A high-powered meeting
in Switzerland.

Talk of the need for change.
Change can be good.

Not this change.

I thought the Bendorf Group
might be involved.

Hence Ros. Hence Ros.

Although she has no idea of the
exact reason she was put in there.

As does no-one else here. Except you.

I'm going to need you today, Ruth.

I damn well hope so.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

The fun begins.

'Harry.' Home Secretary, we have
a situation with the Bendorf Group.

What do you mean, a situation?
They've been taken hostage by armed
t*rrorists. What, all of them?

We believe so, yes.
Ros Myers is with them.

You do realise who we're dealing
with? Those men have the power

to influence political decisions
that can affect the country.
We're doing everything we can.

A DRILL WHINES

Whoa! Whoa! Calm down, huh?
You'll get your chance, Ninotchka.

I don't know how much they're
paying, but look around!

Whatever you're getting,
we can do much better.

We can double it. Triple it.

Watch and learn, Leon.

Today, you will see the true cost
and the true value of money.

The world is changing.

We are not all for sale any more.

Some of us have woken up.

Rudy, how are we doing?
Almost ready.

DRILLING CONTINUES

'Tell me about this lift.'

It goes 15 metres down into
a panic room, which is sealed
in reinforced concrete.

'The lift's the only way in or out.'
We need to know who's in there.

Get Harry to authorise a satellite
thermal sweep of the building. Tariq,

there must be a phone to call out.
Some kind of emergency secure line.

Tariq's running a GPS on telecoms.
We'll pick up every line
within 100 yards.

Let's get set up.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Yeah? Hey. You left early.

Well, you know how it is.
Evil masterminds to defeat.

Shame.

I was hoping you could
come play hooky with me?

Listen, maybe now's not the time.
'Why? What's going on?'

I've gotta go.

So the thermal image should
tell us who's alive.

We know there are eight
Bendorf members.

There's Ros, the security staff.
There are at least


What are they doing? Tariq,
can you enhance screen right?

Looks like
they're drilling something
into the structural columns.

They're rigging the building
with expl*sives.

Harry, I've managed to break the
encryption around Ashenden's CCTV.

The footage shows who arrived
for the meeting.

That's BS Cheng,
China's $60 billion man.

Then we get Simeon Tarasovich,
Russian steel magnate,

Thomas Mickelson...
Ah, yes. New York's finest.

Big player in oil and gas.
Are all eight members of
the Bendorf accounted for?

Yes. Gevitsky was the last
to arrive. Do we know
how the t*rrorists got in?

Yeah. Through Gevitsky.
More specifically his niece, Nina.

The others? I've ID'd the leader
as Finn Lambert. 32. French origin.

He doesn't care whether
we see who he is or not.

Never a good sign.
Lambert's been on file for years.

Cautioned at the G20 protests.
Arrested last year for vandalising
the property of a disgraced banker.

A regular anti-capitalist crusader,
then? He's more than that.

His parents were involved
with a French left-wing terror
group called Action Directe.

He's been going to protests
since he was in nappies.

At 17, he won scholarships
to Oxford and the Sorbonne,

but was thrown off every course for
arguing with tutors. His sidekicks?

The guy with the heavy arms is
Rudy Korn. He's a prodigy.

Won gold at the Moscow
Maths Olympiad two years ago.
He and Lambert have been

inseparable since university.
We're running checks on the others.
Lambert may be bright,

but it doesn't explain how he went
from small-time protester to storming
the Bendorf in under than a year.

What about the room? One way in,
the lift, which they've disabled
and control from the inside.

They didn't skimp on the specs -
carbon fibre doors, reinforced
springing. Rock solid. The walls?


concrete all around.

Picture them in one of those big
walk-in safes in a Swiss bank.

That's what we're dealing with.

Hang on. The phone line in the
bunker. We have the number.

DRILLING CONTINUES

That's the last one? Yes.

How long? Three minutes. Good.

Bye-bye Hampstead, hey?

DRILLING RESUMES

TELEPHONE RINGS

RINGING CONTINUES

My name's Simon Rose.
I'm authorised to speak to you on
behalf of the British Government.

What do you want?
How do you know we want anything?

You're holding innocent people.
I guess it's not a slumber party.

Innocent.

Is that what you would call them?
Well, what would you call them?

Have you ever heard of a village
in Somalia called Marwandjama?

No, I haven't.

That's a shame.

Because a year ago,


because someone in this room
decided that their lives
were worth less than it cost

to build a waste treatment plant
at his refinery up river from it.

You call that innocent?

'I'm sure it's more complicated
than that.' No, it's simple.


controls 95% of its wealth

and, for 40 years, nobody's had
the ba*ls to do anything about it.

Why don't you tell me what you want?

Maybe some pizzas later. In the
meantime, if we need anything...
you'll be the first to know.

We're good to go.

Mr Mickelson...

..if you would like
to join us, please?

Please, join us!

Harry. Some of the blogs
we've been monitoring.

Protest blogs, anti-globalisation
rants, you know the spec.

They've been going haywire
the last 10 minutes. Saying?

About staying tuned for...
Hang on, there's another one.

It's directing traffic
to a website.

OK, not exactly Facebook numbers,
but impressive nevertheless.

Everyone's posting links and they
all connect to the same web cast.

OK, it's loading.

OK.

A lot of you will be familiar
with this gentleman.

Our first guest, Thomas Mickelson.

Born 17th of November 1951
in Rye, New York.

Graduated from Yale,
summa c*m laude, 1972,

followed by an MBA from Wharton
three years later.

Currently ranked by Forbes as
number 23 in the world's rich list.

Interests ranging from...

Well, pretty much everything. Oh.

This is his mansion
in Greenwich, Connecticut.

This is his yacht
and his other yacht and...

Yes, this is another yacht.
What the hell are they doing?

They're putting him on trial, Harry,
with the whole world watching.

Can you stop this? I'm still trying
to figure out how they're doing it.

Can't you disable them?

These guys are smart.
They're server-jumping.

They set up thousands of mirror
websites around the globe
using hundreds of different servers.

Every time you shut down one
IP address, the website's
already active using another.

Can we shut down the servers?
They're shuttling the connection
five times a second.

You'd need to close the web.
I didn't think it was possible
on that scale.

And this is his personal plane,
which he uses to get
from one to the other.

But Mr Mickelson's boy's toys and
other trappings of ultra-wealth

are not what we are here
to talk about. No.

We are more interested in
how Mr Mickelson makes the money
to keep himself so amused.

And what the consequences
of his actions are on
the mere mortals of this world.

Shall we begin?

How about we start
with...cobalt mining

and its role in keeping
the murderous civil w*r
raging in central Africa,

causing the deaths of hundreds and
thousands of innocent civilians

and your company's relationship
to a militia which goes by

the very deceptive moniker of
The Free Africa Militia?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I don't have any relationship with
these people. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy...

Are you really going to do that?

Are you really going to lie
through your teeth with all these
thousands of people watching?

I know, wait...

Don't answer that.

Have a look at Exhibit A. These
reports from human rights groups

and this one from UNIFIL's regional
director for central Africa.

And these internal emails from
executives in your company that...

Whoa! ..leave very little
to the imagination.

For those of you watching,
the links now on your screen

will take you to where you can
download these documents and more
for you to read for yourselves.

So what do you say, Tommy-boy?

Do you want to take another stab
at answering my question?

I'm a businessman operating
in an unstable region.

My company run development
and education programmes.

We have an outstanding record
sheltering civilians from
the worst of local conflicts.

We are part of the solution.

Bullshit!

Not all documents are
coming through - heavy traffic.
Many people want to see them.

They've e-mails between Mickelson
and the US state department.

One practically authorises
backing a coup in central Africa.

Who could've got Lambert
that information? I don't know.

I wouldn't want to be
in CIA headquarters when
the White House calls.

SIRENS BLARE

I thought you should know, the whole
of Washington has ground to a halt.
Everybody is watching.

'The President has ordered me
to work with you...'
We're already doing all we can.

You'll see me in five minutes.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Home Secretary. 'We have to find
a way to end this, Harry.'

This is a highly sophisticated
act of terrorism.

I know, but you need to end it.
The CIA called. They know
it's happening on British soil.

Every skeleton in the Pentagon's
cupboard is being exhumed and
paraded for public consumption.

We can't take the rap for that.
'I understand.'

'Why don't we move on to another
one of your little ventures?'

One in which your
very generous involvement is not
something you'd want advertised.

I'm talking about The Foundation
for a Greener Planet, hmm?

It's kind of bizarre
that it's being funded by you,

considering he is one of the world's
biggest oil and gas barons.

But the name doesn't
quite reflect what your little
foundation does, does it?

Does it?! Well, the Foundation
for a Greener Planet is committed

to clarifying the debate
on climate change.

Your group pumps out disinformation
that discredits global warming
and does everything it can

to frame it as theory rather
than fact. It IS a theory!

Not that long ago, people were saying
we were heading for another ice age.

Climate change will cost
millions of lives and all you
can think about is money?

Can you not see the obscenity
of this, huh?!

I checked immigration databases.
And? Lambert has been out of
the country a lot over this year.

Most notably, two long stints in
Russia, where, not surprisingly,

the trail ends, thanks to
a spectacularly unhelpful FSB.

Not an unusual pilgrimage
for an aspiring Bolshevik.
He flew First Class. Ah.

So these are the antics
of a rebel trustafarian?

He doesn't have a penny to his name.
Then what? A benefactor.

An offshore company, of course.
Of course.

But the lawyer who set it up is
based here. Look into it.

And Ruth? Yes, Harry?

Good to have you back.
It's good to be back.

So...there you have it.
The case for the prosecution.

The life and times
of a modern-day robber baron
laid out in all its glory.

Does the defendant
have anything to add?

This is insane. What about our
Malaria immunisation programmes -

all the work we've been doing getting
anti-virals to the population?

You know how much money we
lose by subsidising the drugs
we hand out over there?

Just because you help an old lady
to cross the road does not give you
the right to r*pe somebody else!

You have heard our evidence
and Mr Mickelson has
given his point of view.

It is now for you to decide...

whether this man is innocent
or if he is guilty.

Of mass m*rder.

Of profiteering.

Of basically trampling
over everything and anyone that

gets in the way of his insatiable
desire for power and money.

There should be two voting buttons
appearing on your screen right now.

One says guilty.
The other not guilty.

You have 20 minutes to review
the evidence and cast your vote.

You can be the jury for once.

My God, they're doing it.
People are actually voting.

If we can't stop this,
can't we at least hack in
and change the outcome?

The voting software is
virus-protected.

When I try to intercept, it fires
off a shut-down code to my terminal.

If that gets into my hard-drive,
it could destroy the MI5 mainframe.

OK...there are some
early figures coming in.

Guilty - 2,153.

Not guilty - 174.

Guilty - 3,892.

Not guilty - 984.

'Guilty - 17,341.

'Not guilty - 4,015.

'Guilty - 42,191.
Not guilty...'



OK, final figures,
the polls are closed.

Guilty - 98,327...

Is this what you call justice!?
You sit! Shut up!

Stay down. You be quiet!

Guilty - 98,327.

Not guilty - 11,479.

The people have spoken.

It only remains for me
to...pass sentence.

Don't...

Please don't do this. I...

g*nsh*t

HE PANTS

HE LAUGHS

The choice...

Your fate is in your hands.

Lying...

Denying what we can prove
will not help your cause.

Tell the truth, on the other hand,

apologise,

lay it all out plain and use this
camera as your confession booth...

..and maybe,

just maybe these good people
out there will see fit...

Fit to forgive.

Stay tuned.

We'll be right back.

Don't.

Please don't do this, I...

They're going to k*ll them all.

I don't want this turning into
even more of a media frenzy
than it already is.

The fact that this is taking
place in London hasn't been made
public yet, has it? Er, no.

But, um, the press will figure it
out before the next trial kicks off.

What are you doing to stop this?
The situation is delicate.

The group have expl*sives.
What are you doing to stop it?!

We have an officer inside.

And?

Do you realise
how this is going down?

The anti-American lobby
is dancing a jig.

US policy in Africa is in tatters!

Our administration has been
doing everything possible

to improve America's reputation
and this is dragging us

right back into the Bush years!
With respect! We had nothing to do
with creating this situation

or the documents this group
are exposing. I don't give a sh*t!

It's happening on your patch!
If you're not competent enough
to deal with it, we will.

I'm confident we will halt
everything before the next trial.

Then let me be clear. If you can't,
and if the only way we can

is by locating and launching
an air strike on this outrage,
then that is what will happen.

I understand.

Moscow and Beijing feel
exactly the same.

Of course.

You didn't expect it
to feel like that, did you?

You don't know
what I was expecting.

Who's Gevitsky, Nina?

Is he your uncle?

My uncle will be fine.

Nothing will happen to him
as long as he tells the truth.

Right.

You really believe that?

Yes.

I know it.

Just like you know
you were delivering justice
on Thomas Mickelson.

Lambert says Thomas Mickelson

had more blood on his hands
than Idi Amin.

He wiped out whole villages
whenever it suited his interests.

He deserved to die.

And what about
my colleagues outside?

Those bodies that you stepped
over to get in here?

They were protecting
a corrupt elite.

Two of those bodyguards
had children, Nina.

The Bendorf Group have caused
misery on a global scale.

Because your courts and your
governments as so weak,

so easily bribed, so feeble,
we have had to act.

You heard the votes come in.
The whole world agrees.

They want this group to pay
for the mess we're in.

And...whatever harm we do,
it is a tiny fraction

of what these people have been
inflicting on us for years!

You keep telling yourself that,
Nina.

THEY TALK QUIETLY
AND LAUGH

Oh, la-la! Cherchez une chambre!

Home Secretary. Talk to me, Harry.
We've made a breakthrough. Something
which may help us shut this down.

The next trial is about to begin.

We can't allow it to go ahead.

What are you saying?
What do you think?

Storming would be suicide.
I won't do it.

I'm ordering you to do it.
There is one entrance.

It's a lift shaft, the room's
rigged with expl*sives.

If we go in, it'll be a bloodbath.
And I've got Ros Myers in there.

'I'm sorry, Harry.
This is hard for everyone.'

But if you won't order it,
I will do it myself.

Goodbye.

They're never going to let us
get out of here alive now.

Here. If they storm the bunker.

One click and we all go up together.

Let's just get through
the next three trials.

The whole planet will be watching.
They'll have to do whatever we ask.

We're making history, Rudy.

Just like we said we would.

Don't forget that.

My boss has spoken
to the Home Secretary.

Everybody agrees you've no choice
but to storm that building.

If we do that, everyone dies.

The only way to stop this is
to get to Lambert's backers.

Even if I knew, I doubt this is
the time to follow the money trail

and I don't have the authorisation
to give up assets.

Everyone seems very concerned
with the Bendorf Group, but not
about getting them out alive.

If those trials aren't crushed,
it'll be like a green light to every
wannabe Che Guevara out there.

It'll be like '68 all over again,
except this time the radicals

had a ten-year master class from
al-Qaeda on how terror really works.
We have the money trail.

We know Lambert is connected
to this lawyer Benson, who doesn't
seem to be doing much lawyering.

And if we can come up
with this much information in such
a short time, I shudder to think

what the combined resources of
the world's media will find once
we tip them off about Benson.

Are you blackmailing us?

Ruth.

Sure.

Wait.

Tim Benson's a corrupt lawyer.

I think we deduced that.
He has one client. Who?

This guy's really important to us,
Harry. He's a major European asset.

He's also our only chance
of making sure no-one else dies.

His name's Vadim Robinov.

Thank you.

MOBILE VIBRATES
Harry.

Lambert is being backed
by Vadim Robinov.

Robinov? So what's a billionaire
oligarch doing in league with a
Marxist revolutionary like Lambert?

I don't know,
but you need to find out.

Now? This is our last chance,
Lucas, time's running out.

Go. I'm on my way.

Why would Robinov fund Lambert?

To wipe out the competition?

The man's already worth
more than 20 billion.

What if Robinov
wasn't just out to grab some
other oligarch's oil fields?

What if he was after
something much bigger?

Explain? If Lambert can make Gevitsk
and Tarasovich spill their guts...

embarrass their patrons like this...

It could cause a popular backlash
in Russia and even help
bring down the government.

Do you think Lambert's idealistic
crew know what this is really about?

I doubt it. But if they did, if they
knew they were being played...

They might turn against Lambert. How
do we get this information to Ros?

It would have to come straight
from the horse's mouth.

We've no time for
subtlety here, Ruth.

Speak to Jo
and tell her the situation.

CO19 have arrived.
They're preparing to move in.

But what about Ros?
She's still down there, Ruth.

CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS

So...what does everyone think?

Shall our good host go next? Hm?

Or, er, maybe, er, your uncle has
a few things to get off his chest?
That OK with you?

Fine.

What do you say, Leon?
Do you want to try your luck?

Stick to the original plan.

You. Up.

Sit, sit!

You've had your say.
Stop staring at me.

Where does a group of
revolutionaries get the money to pay
for all those g*ns and expl*sives?

Stop asking questions.

Where do they get the money?

One more word and I will tell
Finn to sh**t you and throw
you down beside Mickelson, OK?

It'll be your uncle next, Nina.

So?

So what?
He's just like the rest of them.

What're you going to do
when they're all dead?

That's not going to happen.

Nina...

Don't let Finn make
you do something you'll regret
for the rest of your life.

You're very pretty.
You don't speak Russian?

Harry, I'm in Robinov's.

This is our last chance, Lucas.
The next trial is starting.

Hey! Who the hell are you?!

I said, who are you?
WOMEN SCREAM

Tell me about the Bendorf Group
and Finn Lambert! Stop!

Stop!

Why are you backing him?
I don't know who you mean.

All right! All right. I'll tell you!

We have a mutual interest. In what?

Change.

Gevitsky, Tarasovich -
they are a virus destroying
Russia from the inside.

You want to take them out
to scramble a few more feet
up the greasy pole? No.

This is about progress,
democratisation.

What about Lambert?

All right. I met him at
a political seminar in Moscow.

We disagreed about what
should happen afterwards,

but we knew the old guard had
to go. How convenient for you.

No. For just making money, it's
better that things stay the same.

But I know that
someone needs to do something.

Argh!

Anyone can see the mess
our world is in.

You really think the men who
created it should stay in charge
to get us out of it?

HE SCREAMS IN PAIN

I doubt a Baader-Meinhof groupie
waving around the AK you gave him
will change anything!

Do not underestimate Finn Lambert.
He will not be stopped.

Let's put that to the test,
shall we? No, please!

Stop, please!

You set him up,
you can call him off.

HE TAPS MOBILE KEYPAD

Tariq, I'm with Robinov.
Patch me through to Lambert.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Speak. Finn, it's me.

What do you want?

I've been watching what you've
been doing. It's excellent work.

What?! We've only just started!

You've sent a message. The whole
world has seen. Now, I want
to rethink the rest of our plan.

'I can help
to get you out of there.'

D'accord.

Who put you up to this, Vadim?

MI5?

I funded you. I backed you, Finn.
Now I'm ordering you to stop!

You can tell them, we will not stop.

Tell them CO19 are going to storm
the place and everyone will die.

Listen to me, Finn.

I have been warned that there are
armed storm troopers above ground.

'Unless you back down now, everyone
in that bunker will be k*lled.

'Are you listening to me?!'

This is your last chance
to get out of there alive!

Tant pis.

What?! What was that?
What did they want?

They're scared,
they know we will never stop.

Are we ready? Yeah, go.

We will be moving a little more
swiftly through these trials.

Sir Robin. I know that I talk
for a lot of people when I say I am
in awe of your business methods.

TELEPHONE RINGS
Home Secretary.

I'm calling as a courtesy
to inform you that I have personally
ordered CO19 to storm the bunker.

You're signing the death warrant of
everyone in there. I have no choice!

..huge chunks of the South
American rainforest bulldozed.

Thousands of indigenous tribes
people forced into shanty towns.

Even the m*rder of troublesome
activists. Tell me...

..why do you even
deserve a proper trial?

You seem reticent, Sir Robin.

You should know that people
usually take silence
as an admission of guilt.

I may not have a perfect record,
but I will not dignify your
repulsive bullying with an answer.

How noble.

Now why don't we try again?

Something more simple. Did you
or did you not personally finance

the imprisonment and assassination
of people who obstructed your
business interests in South America?

You don't frighten me.

Now, Sir Robin. This is your final
chance to defend yourself. Allez!

It seems that your allotted time
has elapsed.

Jesus, Finn! What?!

Justice!

That is what you said!

Not m*rder!

This is the only justice
that these people deserve.

Are you going to stand in its way?

No, no, no. No.

'Harry, Robinov's lost control
of Lambert. The comms are down.'

Harry, it's over,
they're preparing to move in.

Nina. Nina, he is insane.
He's gonna do the same thing to
every single person here.

You have to help me. What can I do?
You have to help me.

I can't.
Reactivate the lift. Do it!

I can't! Do it!

Wait.

Something's happening to the lift.
The lift's working.
This is our chance.

Jo...go in there, tell them
what we know. Try to turn
Lambert's groups against him

before he blows the whole place up
and everyone with it. I'm moving in.

It is my unfortunate responsibility
to pass sentence on your crimes.

And as you know...
the sentence is death.

Stop!
g*nsh*t

Nina!

This isn't right.

LIFT WHIRRS
You activated the lift.

Ninotchka?

Don't sh**t! Don't sh**t!
I'm unarmed! I'm unarmed!

Finn's been working with Robinov
from the start.

All the money,
all the planning came from him.

Tell me that's not true.

Finn!

We had to fund this somehow.

We made it here.

We made it in here, didn't we?

How could you?
He's worse than they are. Robinov?!

We are using him.

To do what we want.

We can still do this. No, we can't.

No. That's it, we're done. It's over.

g*nsh*t

A SECOND g*nsh*t

g*nsh*t

Thank you.

Harry.

SHE SOBS

There was a riot in North Kent
earlier this morning.

One detainee escaped.

This man. What's he saying?

I think it's someone's name. Mine.

Lucas. He tortured you
for four years. I'm fine.

Was she the only reason
you returned?

What do you mean?
You know what I mean.

He's dropped his wire.
What is he doing?

He is deliberately
trying to lose us.

I'm out. Now we talk.

A b*mb. In London.

Estimated loss of life,


Someone in the CIA suspects you
of being a double agent!

A variation of Stockholm syndrome -
you're somehow still in love with
your captor, but no longer c*ptive.

Well, they'd be wrong!
What is he doing to you?

Lucas, you told me you were
in control of this.

Give me the money.
You give me the code.