07x02 - Split Loyalties

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Lucas paid an appalling price in
Moscow. They said I could come home
if I spied for them.

And you said? Yes. Nothing matters.
Everyone matters, or no-one.

Harry, this car. It's just one
colossal b*mb. Kachimov.

He knew the attack was coming,
and did nothing to stop it.

TYRES SCREECH

Adam, you won't make it. Ditch the
car. No. If I do that, people die.

Adam! He'll make it. It's not far.

Come on, come on, come on.
TYRES SCREECH

In some ways this
a preferable outcome.

ENGINE REVS

They will be unbalanced by shock.

Kachimov was behind the attack.

Then I feel Mr Kachimov should
be made to feel some of our pain.

We will have revenge.

TV: In the wake of yesterday's
aborted terror plot, the opposition

have been swift to question the
Government on the impact

of its anti-terror legislation.

Other than a brief statement

in which it gave thanks to the
police and emergency services

for their part in averting "an
unthinkable catastrophe",

the Government
has yet to officially comment.

No details have been released

about the identities of the
suspected t*rrorists involved.

KNOCK ON DOOR
It is believed one of the
would-be bombers died in the attack.

There were no other casualties.

So you're not going home?
They sold my house,

given that I was
inconveniently dead. It's a house!

I know that you and Adam...

Adam and I were never
going to be, Harry.

That's why I stayed dead in the
first place, to let him move on.

And you? Me, too.

To let me move on.

Adam was gonna die, Harry. To know
him at all, was to know that.

He knew it. It didn't frighten him.
It exhilarated him.

It gave him purpose.

Yes.

I've had a lot of time and I've
done a lot of thinking, Harry.

I made my choices. I made them
a long time ago and as it turns out,

they were the right ones.

This is what I am.

I want it back.

Give me Section D.

Ros, nobody's more capable of
running the section. I know that...

But you think because Adam died,
I'm going to go to pieces.
Well, I'm not, I'm ready.

You might be. You might be
ready to leap into the fray, Ros.

But I'm not even sure I can trust
my own judgement at the moment.

My friend is dead and I want
nothing more than revenge.

I want to take the Russian
operation in Britain,

sh**t it through the heart
and watch it bleed to death.

Am I to be allowed that indulgence?

I'm going to ask Dolby for
authorisation

to target Kachimov, directly.

Go to bed, Harry.

We're not doing each other any good.

TV: News just in, six crew members
are feared dead,

after a fishing vessel sank off the
Norfolk coast earlier this evening.

No distress signal was sent.

Coastguards will continue
their search through the night.

Anxious families have gathered
at the community hall

as they await further news.

Go home, Malcolm.

I'm too angry to go home.

So what are you doing?

Displacement activity.

Surfing the frequencies.

Don't stay all night.

Absolutely.

Good night.

COMPUTER BEEPS

FREQUENCY CHANGES

HELICOPTER HOVERS

CAR HORNS BEEP

CLOCK TICKS LOUDLY

POLICE SIRENS WAIL

HE SIGHS

SHE SCREAMS

MIRROR SMASHES

SHE CONTINUES SCREAMING

SHE SOBS

SHE SCREAMS AND WAILS

Just let me see that
I have you all right.

Your contention is that

the Kremlin is sponsoring Al-Qaeda
in London, yes?

By sponsoring terrorism on these
shores, Russia is demonstrating

the price Britain is paying for
her wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.

And thereby for her reliance
upon Middle Eastern oil.

Rather than, one supposes,
the cuddly Russian variety.

The Kremlin is attempting
to destabilise this country.

Which is a stepping stone on
Russia's path towards becoming the
world's first energy super power.

Moved as I am by the clarion call,
I am bound to say that you haven't

given me enough to authorise the
targeting of a senior Russian figure.

Especially since the relationship
between Britain and the Kremlin

is already at a 30-year low.

The security service doesn't
base its strategic policy on one

officer's desire for revenge,
however eminent the officer.

You do see that, Sir Harry?

How's the promotion looking,
Richard? Rosy, is it?

We are all upset, Harry.

But let's not forget ourselves.

After all these years, it would be a
pity if either of us

said
anything we might later regret.

Just let's be clear, Harry.

You stay away from Arkady Kachimov.

Best leave it there, I think,
don't you?

Good to see you.

The incident with the trawler is
unfortunate,

but everyone seems to
have accepted it as an accident.

They have no idea of the storm
that's coming.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Hello! Hello, there.

Moving in? I am. I'm moving in.

It's always such a mess, isn't it?
Such a pickle.

It is. Seeing your life in boxes.

Macaroons.
To welcome you to your new home.

Would you like to come
in for a cup of tea?

I'm sure I've got a
kettle here somewhere.

You've got more than
enough to be getting on with.

I'll take a wind check on the tea.

HE LAUGHS
Rain check. Quite.

I have not been authorised to target
the Russian operation in London.

So what do we do? We target the
Russian operation in London.

Led by this man, Arkady Kachimov.

I've been told we can't target
him directly,

but we have to
find out what his game is.

He's a real and present danger
to the British,

and let's not forget,
this is the man

responsible for the death of
Adam Carter.

Adam once said to me,
"Revenge is an expression of pain,

"pain is weakness.

"We never show weakness."

Well, Adam's dead, Jo.

Exactly how well
do we know Kachimov?

A file three inches thick.

It tells us where he's been,
what he's done and with whom.

But I want the smell of him, his
breath, his sweat. And to that end,

I'll be contacting Lucas North to
brief me, later today.

In addition to building a
file on Kachimov, we select

a key Russian player in London,
no-one with diplomatic status.

We don't want to give them
any reason to play the victim.

And then let's leverage that
asset until the pips squeak.

Find me a way to stop
Arkady Kachimov.

One more thing.

As of today, Ros assumes the
position of section chief.

So. Shall we?

PHONE RINGS

Good morning, Lucas.

Harry. How are you?

How's the team coping? Would
you mind coming on to the Grid?

I need you to brief
us about Kachimov.

I'll be there in two minutes.

Sorry.

HE DIALS HIS PHONE

PHONE RINGS

Da. Harry Pierce has
called me onto the Grid.

He wants to talk about you.

Well, pleased as I am to hear
from you, Lucas,

your standing orders are
never to make direct contact with me.

This is what handlers are for.

Well, I've yet to meet my handler,
Arkady, and this is a one-use phone.

What will you tell him?
That you're a p*ssy cat.

HE LAUGHS

You need to watch your back.

Harry's developed a particular
animus for you. He's jealous.

He worries for your loyalty.

He has to be, he's a spy.

But still this need to
worry, it wounds him.

He wants to trust you,
he yearns to trust you.

And therefore in his heart,
he has decided to trust you,

whether he is aware
of that fact or not.

You've got to feel sorry
for the poor b*stard.

I promise I will try.

You know given the chance,
he's gonna eat you alive. No.

Let us hope, if he ever gets the
chance, he has a hearty appetite.

HE LAUGHS

There can be no more
direct contact, Lucas.

We don't see each other,
we don't speak to each other again.

This is the nature of your life now.

You must live as though your friends
are your enemies,

your enemies are friends.

I must ask you to do this for me.

My operation will make
contact very shortly.

Over and out, then.

Over and out.

HE HANGS UP

TRANSLATION:

COMPUTER FREQUENCY BEEPS

Doughnut, Malcolm?

I ate the chocolate one. Sorry.

So, how are you...about Adam?

Well, to be honest,

I'm not quite sure.

It's a shock,

losing someone like that.

Someone that shines
brightly in your life and then

winks out.
Adam was...very admirable.

Drove like a lunatic, though.

HE LAUGHS
How are things with you?

Fine, I think.

You all right for food? The service
could arrange to stock you up.

You're kind, Malcolm. That's one
thing that hasn't changed.

But, er, I'll do my own shopping.

Lucas. If you would.

If you want to get inside the head
of Arkady Kachimov,

the first thing
you need to know is he's patient.

He spent years interrogating me.
He was always very...

..gentle, very playful.

No aggression, no impatience.

So he's a chess player. Yeah.

It was three years before he
even began to seed hints

about turning me, sending me home.

And how did he approach that?

Did he play on sexual anxiety,

the fear your ex might... No.

No, he never took that route.

He used my relationship
with you, Harry.

In what way? Well, he implied that
you, personally,

didn't seem to be
in much of a hurry to get me back.

So however obliquely, he used
personal revenge as a motive?

Yes.

And what are your
personal feelings towards him?

HE SIGHS
What do you want me to say?

I spent eight years
getting to know the man.

He was good company.

He was my only company.
Your only company?

You had no other visitors?

No FSB interrogators?

Plenty,
especially in the first few months.

But I wouldn't
describe them as "company".

Thank you, Lucas. You're free to go.
Good luck with the unpacking.

Ros, could I just have a
word with Harry, please?

Naturally.

I know what you're gonna say. And
I'd like to say... I want to come
back. No. I'm ready. You are not!

Debriefing alone will take several
weeks. Then there's your physical
and mental health.

Of course, there's the question of
my loyalty. In my mind, there's no
question.

But that's my mistake, Lucas. It
will be wrong of me to trust you

because of where you've been, who
you've been with and the threat that

Russia currently poses towards this
country. Don't take this personally.

You're home.
Take the time, enjoy it.

HE LAUGHS
Home isn't where you live.

It's where people understand you.

If I don't have trust from MI5, from
you, then I'll never really be home.

I'll just be back in England.

We think we might have a
potential Russian asset.

What've you got? Well, if we're
looking at non-diplomatic targets,

then the oil company Christus
Oil's the go-to destination.

Several of its UK-based
employees are active Russian spies.

But the biggest fish by
far is this man.

Alexander Beletsky.

If anyone knows what
Kachimov is up to, it's him.

He's being mentioned
as a future Russian president.

His line to the Kremlin couldn't
be more direct or privileged.

So he'll know as much about
high-level Russian espionage

in Britain as Kachimov himself.

He's based out of Moscow
with a house, well,
a mansion, really, in Surrey.

Yeah, it looks like
Moscow-on-Thames.

He's got a wife, two kids,
both at private school,

both with 24-hour
security and surveillance.

The place is wired like a Swiss
bank and under constant watch. Dirt?

Well, for a man with presidential
aspirations,

he's got an unhealthy
fondness for fine art.

Not all of it kosher.

OK.

Well, if he's our big fish,
let's hook him,

land him, gut him.
Play dirty.

Mrs Beletsky.

Yes. May we come in? What's happened?

SHE EXCLAIMS
Quiet!

All right, get down, down,
down, down.

SHE MOANS
Keep quiet.

You're being watched, Mrs Beletsky.
So lie there, nice and still,
until your guard arrives.

Connie tells me you've been on the
Grid all night. That's not the way
to deal with it, Malcolm.

I was here because a GCHQ
listening station picked up an
anomaly on a frequency scan.

Ah, I see.

And am I going to understand the
next bit? It was a low power beam
at 532 nanometres.

A pulse of half a nanosecond.

I say again. I think it may be
a comms burst from a submarine.

What submarine? Exactly.

I've been liaising with GCHQ, Naval
Command and the Cousins, trying to

eliminate alternative explanations.
Alternative explanations to what?

To the fact there might
be an unidentified

Russian submarine in British waters.

It definitely didn't originate from
a British vessel? There were none

within 500 square kilometres of the
point of origin.

Other nations with subs
capable of a stealth incursion?

America. But it's not American.

And it's the wrong
strategic theatre for the Chinese.

Last known Russian deployment?
The St Petersburg,

but even she couldn't enter our
coastal waters entirely undetected.

Besides which, she's
currently in dock for a refit.

It's as if the Russians are
fluttering their eyelashes,
playing innocent.

If there's a Russian stealth vessel
operating in British waters,

I want to know what it's up to. I
need hard proof of its existence

and its purpose. Put the squeeze on
Beletsky.

HE SPEAKS RUSSIAN

SHE SOBS

I want you to find out who they are

and I want you to bring
me bits of them!

HE SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN

THEY SPEAK RUSSIAN

They want me to do what?!

HE SPEAKS RUSSIAN

Don't turn around.

Why not?

I've got split ends.

What do you want?

Money?

Just so you know what
we're talking about.

This is Saint Catherine Rising,

painted by Peter Paul Rubens
between 1609 and 1612.

You had it stolen from the Georgian
Peoples Public Museum 12 years ago.

Would you like it back?

Yes.

What is Russia planning?
I have no way of knowing this.

SHE SIGHS

Of course, you may choose
to let me keep the painting.

In which case, I'll
reveal its provenance.

Do you think there'll be a
President Beletsky

if you've been imprisoned for
theft?

HE GASPS
So I'll ask you again,

because I was brought
up to be polite

and because I'm in a good mood.

What is Russia planning?

HE GROANS

Yesterday...

A coded damage report was
relayed to an FSB safe house

from a Russian submarine
in British waters.

It was damaged

in a collision of some kind.

What else?

Nothing.

Oh, there's always something.

Tell me and I'll let you keep them.
HE SPEAKS RUSSIAN

All I know is, I've been ordered

to shut down Christus Oil's computer
servers today. When today? 3.58pm.

Why? Because I do as I'm told to do.

That everything?

Ow!
HE SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN

Congratulations.

Your testicles are yours to take
home with you.

Harry. I think we got what we
wanted. There is a submarine out
there.

There's also something happening
at 4pm.

Beletsky's been ordered to
shut down his company servers.

Are you all right? Yeah, good. Why?

You just seem very...chipper.

Well, I'm a very chipper person.
Ask anyone. I thought...you know...

People die, Ben.

Anyone you ever met,
anyone you ever will meet. They die.

Would you like me
to get out and push?

Yeah. Sorry.

Last night a fishing boat
sank off the east coast.

Now if it sank as a result of a
collision with the submarine, that
would explain the damage report.

The damage report would explain
Malcolm's rogue comms signal.

So the submarine's still in British
waters? As of last night, yes.

We also know Beletsky was personally
ordered to take the Christus Oil
servers offline at 3.58pm today.

I've been thinking about this ever
since we picked up the comms burst.

Beletsky's intel
seems to corroborate it.

I think they might be planning to
tap a cable. What does that mean?

Electronic data travels through
fibre-optic cables which cross
the ocean floor.

There are thousands of them, passing
phone calls, emails, electronic
files,

travelling through a strand of glass
as thin as a human hair.

They run uncovered at depths in
excess of 1,000 feet.

Making them accessible to a
specially equipped submarine.

And making it the perfect location
from which to launch a cyber attack.

Because from the deep ocean
nobody could prove they
were responsible.

Cyber warfare?

Estonia, early 2007. A cyber attack
almost took out the entire country.

The attackers send a tsunami of
information. It clogs up computer
servers, brings them down.

Sort of kills them, in the end. It's
called Distributed Denial of Service

A sophisticated attack would shut
down every computer system in
Britain.

The damage would be on a scale
otherwise achieved only through
all-out nuclear strike.

We have less than four
hours to pre-empt it.

We better call the JIC.

Harry, what have you come here to
propose? Shut down the internet.

Oh, shut down the internet,
of course.

You know for a moment I thought
you were about to suggest
something altogether absurd.

If this country does not have
internet connectivity, then
the attack cannot happen.

So, shut it down.
Can we even do that?

We do have a provision in place, yes.

But this notion is certifiably
insane. It is a drastic contingency.

But it's the only
contingency left open to us.

It's not a contingency, it's an error
that would cost the economy billions.

You have no concrete
evidence whatsoever.

This is entirely circumstantial and
one has to assume, Harry, that you
are being motivated emotionally.

I'm sorry, Harry, I have to agree.

You're wrong. Richard, for once
put departmental politics aside and
listen to what I'm actually saying.

What you're saying is that we should
take a medicine that's as bad as the
malady. k*ll or cure, is that it?

Harry, this is just too much to ask.

Even if I was of a mind to help
you, Number Ten would...COULD never
allow it.

Then Number Ten is about to watch
this country stumble and fall.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Hello, mate, I've got a
package for Lucas North?

HE SIGHS

SIREN WAILS

In all these years of knowing him,
I never understood why the
fascination for William Blake?

Blake was a visionary.

He distrusted systems.

Lucas is the same.

So how does it make you feel,
to think of seeing him?

A little sick.

This is a normal reaction.
It will pass.

How will I contact him?

Contact has already been made.

I don't understand.

Who better to be your handler,
than your ex-wife?

What?

You were...

Always?

I loved you. But I love Russia, too.

How many years did I waste?
You lied to me, too. I never lied.

Did you tell me what you were?

I thought of you.

All that time.

Eight years.

I thought of nothing but you.

You lied to me and now your lie is
turning round and coming back at you.

What we have left is this.

Well, I can't do this.

The point of me being
your handler is that there's
every reason for people

who were once...together,

who have not seen each other for
so long, occasionally to catch up.

Drink coffee.

What do you need to know?

An encrypted communication
was sent last night
from international waters.

Has MI5 identified
the source of this signal?

There's no way that I can access
that kind of information.

The trust isn't there. Not yet.

Well, you're the spy.

I need you to report by 3.30pm.

After that, no phones.

Why no phones?

All I know.

No phones.

Malcolm, we need a plan
of attack, we need to get
onto the offensive.

Anything from the JIC?
The Joint Intelligence Committee
won't take the political risk.

They're sending us a couple
of naval technicians. We've got
three hours to avert this attack.

The only thing I can come up with
is that to launch the attack,
the submarine needs

to physically link to the fibre-optic
communications cable.

If we can find a way of talking
to the sub, computer to computer,

I could launch a Zero Day attack -
effectively bouncing the cyber attack
back onto its source.

It would take out the sub's
computer system, its navigations.

Would you have time to prepare
the attack? Well, yes,
but we need to identify

which cable the sub's planning to
lock onto. Out of several thousand.

And even then, I'll still need the
submarine's remote access protocols.

We need somebody with access
to Arkady Kachimov.

DISTORTED VOICES

I ate all the chocolate ones. Sorry.

So, how are you?

BEEPING

I ate all the chocolate ones. Sorry.

I ate all the chocolate ones.

Sorry.

DISTORTED: I ate all
the chocolate ones. Sorry.

I ate all the chocolate ones. Sorry.

I ate all the chocolate ones. Sorry.

To foil the cyber attack,
we have to use the asset we have
who is closest to the Russians.

Lucas? He has a relationship
with Kachimov.

Kachimov was responsible
for Adam's death. And I said
we will have revenge.

This is the start.
Lucas is damaged goods.

You want to put him up against a
man like Kachimov? I said before...
Yeah, he was one of the best. Was.

If this submarine attack takes
place, it's not just the economy
that will scream.

There will be civilian casualties.
We've only got two hours and I'm
running short of options, Ros.

Do you trust him?

Bring him in. Let's talk.

He left his house ten minutes ago.

You've had the place under
surveillance? Of course.

Do you know where he is now?
No, you can try his ex-wife,
Elizabeta Starkova.

I'll get Jo onto it,
I'll go to Lucas' flat.
See what he's done with it.

PHONE RINGS

Harry? 'Ros?' Either Lucas
is a very mucky puppy -

unlikely for someone
who's spent eight years
under prison discipline -

or everything in this room
has been carefully positioned.

Either way, I'm not searching it.

That's her, Elizabeta.

'Yeah.' She's leaving the building.
No sign of Lucas.

Thanks, Jo. Stay on her.

Pest control.
Anything on the video surveillance?

They used to send a nice young man.

Any movement of note?

There was something earlier.

Oh, crap.

PHONE RINGS

Ros? Harry. I'm afraid we've gone
bobbing for a bad apple.

Lucas is a double agent.
You were right to be cautious.

On this occasion,
I'd be happy to have been wrong.

So, it turns out actually
doing this is more difficult
than I thought it was gonna be.

Anyone who sells themselves
was a virgin once.

And you didn't sell yourself cheap.

Eight years.

What if it had been five years?

Four years? Two?

What conversation would
we be having now?

This one.

Lucas.

It's for the best.

MI5 never helped you. These people,

you owe them nothing.

You gave them all those years of
solitude and darkness. In comparison,

this...little bit of information.

It's nothing.

Thank you.

Betochka.

Are you happy?

Happiness isn't about
getting what we want.

It's about appreciating what we have.

So yes,

I'm happy.

One day, you'll be happy too.

You didn't believe all
that happiness crap, did you?

Ah!

How's the nervous system?

Twitchy.

This is a mistake.

I'm glad you didn't waste
those years trying to
memorise convincing excuses.

Maybe Kachimov should add
that to his curriculum.

We should be following Elizabeta.
We are following Elizabeta.

Come on, Lucas.
Impress me with your ability
to talk your way out of this.

I agreed to be Kachimov's agent
in London. Of course I did.

But just to get back.

To come home.

God knows I couldn't rely
on you to do it for me.

You failed to mention
this earlier. Why?

I told you in the car.

You joked about it in the car.

You suspected it.
You as good as told me.

If I admitted it officially,
you'd lock me in a cell
and debrief me for months.

I've seen enough cells.

So I decided to prove myself,
by bringing Kachimov to you.

This is actually rather good.
It has the advantage of being true.

You passed on deeply sensitive
information to the head of the FSB

in London in order to
bring him down. Yes, I did.

Explain to me how that works.

Kachimov ordered me to find
out about a message that
you may have intercepted.

Something originating
from the ocean. And you decided
to find it and tell him.

I did. Why? Because he knows
what the message is.

He knows where it came from and
he knows that you've intercepted it.

He's testing me.

Sending me out to get something
that he already knows.

It's the only way he can prove
my worth as an asset. And Kachimov
really, really needs to trust me.

It's his greatest vulnerability.

He's embarked on a major operation,
and in the chaos that follows, he's
going to need a man on the inside.

Because that way, he can
stay one step ahead of
any possible retaliation.

He wants you - he wants all of us -
dancing to his tune.

If you're lying to me,
you won't get so much as a funeral.

I sent Elizabeta to meet
Kachimov because I had to
get him out of that embassy.

I have to get him out and on
his own if I'm going to turn him.

I know you want him, Harry.
Well, so do I.

This is your chance.
Your one chance.

Take it now, right now...

or let him go.

We need you to get the submarine's
remote access protocols.

They'll be inside
the Russian Embassy.

How much time do we have?
Less than an hour.

OK, it looks like she's
making a rendezvous.

I tell you this, Elizabeta.

You go now and pick up your child
and buy bottled water

and canned food. Enough to last
for one week, at least, er...two,
perhaps three, to be safe.

What's happening?

There will be unrest for a while.

So you go now.

Get your child. Be safe.

She went that way.

Ah, I'll catch her later.

So what is this? Surprise party?

Music and dancing girls?

Oh, I think there've been enough
surprises for one day. Anyway...

I've got something for you.

Please. Go on.

There's a submarine,
a spy submarine in British waters.

Today, it will be used to launch
a cyber attack on Britain.

And this is what MI5 has learned?
This is what MI5 has learned.

And how do they know these things?

They have a mole...

in the Russian Embassy.

Very high level. Who?

You.

Don't be so... It's you, Arkady.

Like it or not, it's you.

Look at the pair of you.
So old-school, it's as if
the wall never fell.

So your whole strategy is
rather dependent on one thing.

Which one of you am I loyal to?

It should be an easy decision.

With our control over energy,
your country is finished.

Yeah, but if I were to make
a decision

based on something
more than self-interest,

I could expose you as a traitor.

This is not true.

No? You cannot make it look...

Yes, I can.
No, you can't. Not true enough.

Well, we know about the submarine
attack and we know because
you told me and I told MI5.

They'll never believe you.
Depends what they want to believe,
because your bosses are certainly

gonna want a scapegoat when
we publicise this aggression.
If I were you,

I'd keep a Geiger counter handy,
because they're gonna light you up

like Litvinenko
for making them look stupid.

If, however, you give me the sub
codes and we foil this little plot

with nobody any the wiser, wouldn't
that be better for everyone?

What delicious irony.

You are trying to turn me,

my own spy.

Well, let's just call it a
strategic retreat on your part.

Live to fight another day.

Still, it doesn't really matter
if I'm not your spy, Arkady.

What matters is whether
you get lost in the fallout.

HE SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN

They've got eight minutes
till the attack is due.

As soon as I access this,
it'll set off alarm bells in
the embassy. They'll come.

Just do as you're asked.
Leave the worrying to me.

MOBILE BEEPS

PHONE RINGS

HE SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN

Yeah, this is an emergency call
from MI5, Agent ID PLM29/8818181.

Code word rhino,
repeat code word rhino.

Please be advised MI5 has
a credible threat. There is
a b*mb in the building.

Repeat, there is a b*mb
in the embassy.

ALARM RINGS

Do it now.

NOW!

PEOPLE BUSTLE ANXIOUSLY

Come on, Lucas.

ALARM RINGS

That one there.

Malcolm, it's on its way. OK.

OK.

It's a modified T-class spy sub,
the Alexi Leonov.

IN RUSSIAN:

They've breached the cable.
We've got 30 seconds.

It's launching from cable number
ARD 392, the deep North Atlantic.

I'm launching the Zero Day attack.

That's their tertiary
firewall infected.

Nearly, nearly, nearly...

That's the secondary firewall.
Malcolm... Wait.

Malcolm, quickly.

ALARM RINGS

Got them!

NEWSREADER: 'And this evening
the Kremlin has thanked

'the Royal Navy for its speedy
assistance after a Russian
submarine on an oceanographic survey

'sank off the coast of Britain,
following what's been described
as catastrophic engine failure.

'Naval rescue boats raced to the
scene after the submarine sent out

'a distress signal
earlier this afternoon.'

Excellent news.

We've sent them a huge message.

So long as it buys me out
of a six-month debrief.

It's bought you a return
to this section.

If that's what you want.

Of course I do, Harry.

What happens to Kachimov?

He belongs to us now.
That's our revenge.

Well, it seems to me the punishment
doesn't fit the crime.

Kachimov's a big prize.
Don't underestimate his importance
in future battles.

Exactly what Adam would have said.
Well, as you said to me, Ros,
Adam's dead.

And Kachimov is responsible.

Harry, he was worth more.

DOOR OPENS

I'm not sure I like what
you've done with the house.

My tastes have changed.

I'm sure they have.

We have your boss, Elizabeta.

Your boss, too.

No.

You weren't FSB
when we were married.

When did Kachimov turn you?

He approached me
a little over a year ago.

He told me you'd been arrested,
but you were alive.

And that you could come home,
if I helped him.

Why did you say yes?

Why put yourself at risk?

He showed me photographs
of you in that place.

Your skin.

He said it would be
easier on you if...

you believed I had
always worked for him.

Well, he's a very
clever man, Elizabeta,

but he's not a good man.

So now?

You arrest me?

I can tell you now,
I know nothing of value.

My friends want to
throw you to the lions.

But it would be so easy
to implicate you.

To make it look like
you and Kachimov were
working together for MI5.

Because that's what I am.

I'm MI5.

I was MI5 when we married,
MI5 all those years in
prison, and I'm MI5 now.

Whatever your reasons for working
with Kachimov, you need to think
about protecting your family.

So let me help you.

How?

Work for us.

Were you always this cold...

..under the skin?

Was that man I knew just a lie?

If you don't let me do this,

they will take everything away
from you. This life. This happiness.
It will all be gone.

I know what that's like.

And there are no words to
describe how terrible it is.

DOOR OPENS

My husband is home.

You were Rangefinder, no?

The British asset in Moscow.

I ordered your execution.

Well, silly old you.

It's all over, Arkady.

Done and dusted.

Your escort will be here in a moment
or two. I know you won't mind if I
don't wait around to wave goodbye.

So...this is it. This is it.

You won't be free,
not for some time. But we'll make
you as comfortable as possible.

Until you have squeezed from me
the very last piece of intelligence
that I have. You know the game.

And I bow to the better player.

I congratulate you on your victory.

God save me from any more
victories like this one.

It's a pity about your man.

Carter, was it? He's dead.

That's not a pity. It's a crime.

And I did what I had
to do for my country.

I'm not seeking forgiveness.

You'll find none.

And you will never find rest, Harry,
until you have forgiven yourself.

Men like us,

there is no room for remorse.

Carter was a very courageous fellow.

But he was a resource,
and resources can be replaced.

There's always another
courageous fellow waiting
to step into the breach.

No!

Into what dangers would you lead me?

Harry sweated blood to get you back.

He'd rather die than let
anything happen to you.

DEVICE BEEPS

Just one doll inside another...
Pow! ..inside another.

Tell me about it. The best
kept secret we ever had.

No idea.

Clear the area! This man
has a b*mb! Police!

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