08x02 - Energy

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Harry, I want to retire.
I'm too old for this.

Then go home, Malcolm.
Go home and rest.

Sarah Caulfield. Libby McCall's
replacement at Grosvenor Square?

If you really are the new broom,
it's time to sweep away the rubbish.

Where's the uranium?
I won't tell you.

There is a woman, though,
who also knows what I want.

She doesn't know.
Sometimes it's the pain of others
that can make people break.

Get in the car!
What have you done with my family?

Your husband and the boy
are about to die.

Harry! I can't.

Please! The uranium will be
used to build a dirty b*mb.

It could k*ll thousands of children.

But I can only see mine
in front of me.

If you k*ll the child,
it will be for gratification
but not for any purpose, because

I won't tell you if you do
or if you don't.

k*ll the man. No!

This is all your fault, Harry!

The boy? Your... Nico. Yes.

His aunt came to take him home.

But you're the... No, I'm not.
I'm not anything, Harry.

George was your husband.

We were never formally married.

There was no ceremony.

We talked about it,

laughed about who
we wouldn't invite.

Couldn't you go back?

What kind of a welcome party do
you think they'll throw for me?

You would have let him die.

I'm not asking for forgiveness, Ruth.

What are you asking for then?
I came to tell you that...

I will sort something out for you.

Sort something out?

With regard to your status
in this country.

You have a knighthood, Harry and,
er, I'm dead. There's our status.

I want to make it better.
And if you need work...

Oh, God. Ruth, I'm trying!

I'm trying.

With all my limitations, which
you know better than anybody.

Yes. Yes, well,
you know, thanks for that.

Thanks for trying.

'Welcome, children, to Western Sands
and our presentation on energy.

'Britain used to have its own gas
from the North Sea.

'But when that ran out, we had to
start buying it from other countries.

'We get our gas in two forms -
either through pipelines

'from Europe and Scandinavia,

'or in liquefied form on tankers
from countries like Qatar.

'This brand-new processing...'

They look so bored.

Beats school.

'..gas that go straight to your homes
or fuels the turbines
in our power stations

'that produce electricity.'
PHONE BEEPS

'..which is why this new plant
is helping to save the earth
from overheating.'

SIREN WAILS
What the hell's going on?

'So you can be sure,
your future is safe with us.'

SIREN WAILS AND ALARM SOUNDS
'Please evacuate by
the nearest exit.

'Please evacuate
by the nearest exit.

'Please evacuate by
the nearest exit.
Please evacuate by the nearest exit.

'Please evacuate by
the nearest exit. Please evacuate
by the nearest exit.'

The expl*si*n that rocked the
Western Sands Gas Processing Plant

has raised serious questions
about Britain's energy suppliers.

The Home Secretary, in a statement
to the House of Commons, has said

there is no reason to panic and that
alternative supplies are on hand.

There were no reported
casualties in the expl*si*n

and the emergency services
were on site, assessing
the scale of the damage.

Did you see that American financier
on Newsnight? Said Britain

wasn't worth investing in any
longer. I pay no attention to the
witterings of the rentier class, Ros.

Ah, good. Home Secretary.

Ms Myers. Home Secretary.

The blast at Western Sands was not
terror related. It was an accident.

Despite every Tom, d*ck and Osama
claiming responsibility.

Our whole energy policy
is based on

importing and processing liquefied
gas supplies. The plant will be
closed for at least six months.

We will only have
enough gas to supply 20%
of our power station needs.

We will have to increase
piped supply. Norway.

Harry loves the Norwegians.
The Christmas Tree.

I make no apologies for
appreciating the stability of
a Scandinavian energy supplier.

They're already supplying
most of our remaining piped gas.

Can't meet such a big increase
in the short-term. The Russians?

Impossible. Their demands
are not just financial.
Which leaves us Tazbekstan.

Christ. The Tazbeks?
We have little choice.

The Tazbeks are already in London.
It will need your close attention.

They have a new government,
anxious to make friends.

Their idea of good governance is to

drop their political opponents
into boiling water.

They might just be on to
something with that last one.

When will we see the impact
of the gas shortage?
Reserves will last a week.

That must be kept from the press.

Without a quick deal,
the immediate future is both
very dark and very cold.

No lights on that
tree this year, Harry.

Have you spoken to Ruth?
The gas crisis is more urgent.

Can't believe they let that happen.
Bloody disgraceful we didn't build up
reserves when we produced the stuff.

Hey, Jo, wait up.
CAR HORN

TYRES SKID

Tariq, are you OK?

Have you got a death wish?

Came out of nowhere.
Well, you look all right. Unlike
your bike, which is a write-off.

That's my social life
sorted for the next two weeks.

Come on, wanna walk in
with somebody on my first day.

What is that?

Malcolm's replacement.
Jo's been showing him the ropes.
Lighten up, Ros,

it's service modernisation.
Tell him to lose the T-Shirt,
we're not the bloody NME awards.

OK, Rustam Urazov is the Tazbek
Trade and Industry Secretary
and our biggest potential headache.

From now on, his codename
will be "Thumper".

We have intelligence that
Thumper's going to spice up his
visit by taking out this woman.

Bibi Saparova, she's an exiled poet
from a prominent Tazbek family that

Thumper waged a personal
vendetta against.

Why? Well, they're
everything he's not.

Educated, liberal, arty
and half-Russian.

Thumper hates Russians, full stop.

Her father was imprisoned and
tortured, her mother k*lled herself,

and her younger sister was m*rder*d.

Bibi's the last of the Saparovas
and the missing head
in his trophy cabinet.

She's also the one organising
protests at the Tazbek delegation's
hotel. A good-looking exiled poet.

Goes down well in Hampstead.
Yeah, I'm not having her
disrupting such important talks.

How did she even know where the
delegation was? She might be a pain,

but letting Thumper wipe out
his enemies on our soil
is taking hospitality a bit far.

So let's keep Bibi
out of the picture.

I want to know everywhere she
goes and everyone she talks to.

Nothing and nobody gets in the way
of their signature on that document.

Thank you so much for coming.
We are so pleased to see you.

Ochen rad s vami poznakomitsya.
HE WHISPERS IN RUSSIAN

Er, my Prime Minister, he does not
speak such good English.

Thank you for translating and please
congratulate him on his new job.

Big step up from
the cotton factory, I'd imagine.

This is Eliza MacFarlane,
my assistant.

She'll be your point
of contact here. Hello.

I am always happiest in the company
of a beautiful woman.

You speak very good
English, Mr Urazov.

It is the only language
of the world, no?

I know that your banks are only
kept afloat by the state,

you don't make anything any more,
even the Polish plumbers
have gone home.

But while the English language
survives...

We're marginally better
off than Tazbekstan?

Who is this? This is
Sir Harry Pearce,

st*lks the corridors of power
spreading good cheer.

Yes, Sir Harry, a sense of humour
is very important in time of crisis.

And you really do have a crisis.

The fact that we need your gas
is not going to be something

we're trying to conceal
in these negotiations, Mr Urazov.

Doing business with you will
enrage the Russians.

They'd much rather we did a deal
with them. Except they will demand
every first-born British child

in return. We'd certainly rather
deal with more reasonable people
like yourselves.

Well, you know what they say about
my enemy's enemy, Mr Home Secretary.

You know, we did have some
protestors at our hotel.

I was surprised at this.

We'll find you a better hotel.

Why? Do you not have
the Tower of London to throw your
troublemakers in any more?

Still using it for our football
team after the last World Cup.

Ah, football.

If only everything was so simple.

Look, I'm sorry about what happened
to our deal with the uranium.

I was overruled.

Very ungrateful of Harry.

But I'm glad you didn't
send Ros this time.

But I'm glad you're
not holding a grudge.

Ooh, I didn't say that.

But I'm the agency's liaison
officer so, here we are...

liaising.

So, what was it you
wanted to liaise about?

Word is you've secretly flown in
a delegation from Tazbekstan

to discuss an emergency energy deal.
We were aiming for low-key
rather than secret.

We don't like their regime
or their human rights record.

Wow! A lecture from the Americans
about ethical trade policy.

Hey, we're the good guys now.
Why don't you go to the Russians?

The Russians will
try to screw us on price.

The Tazbek Trade and Industry
secretary is a r*pist
and a m*rder*r.

We know all about Mr Urazov's past.

Watch Rustam Urazov.

One of our assets tells us he has
plans for an old enemy over here.

'Visual on Bibi.
Over to you, Echo Four.'

'Copy that.

'She's going back to the
internet cafe, Comms are up.'

Hello. Bibi, thank you
so much for coming. Thank you.

Please...

How come we couldn't
meet at your house?

I am certain MI5 have me bugged.

My wife teases me,
says I'm paranoid.

Just because you're paranoid...

What did you want
to talk to me about?

I have it from a very good source
that Rustam Urazov is going to
try and k*ll you while he's here.

You may not get much protection
from the British state.

I also hear that we're going to
call for the lifting of

the EU weapons embargo against
Tazbekstan in return for their gas.

Where's he getting this information?
Do we have an ID on this guy,
Bravo One?

Thanks.

Matthew Plowden,
he's a freelance journalist.

You should think about
lowering your profile.

He destroyed my family.

I have nothing left to lose.

Your life?

I'm not frightened any more.

You're brave. I'm not frightened.

But that isn't the same as brave.

It's a disgrace that we're
rolling out the red carpet
to these murderers.

But I'm going to make sure everybody
knows what's going on.

We'll have to deal with this.
He could cause real problems.

Thank you for your help, Mr Plowden.
I'm only doing what's right.

Bye. Bye.

'Visual on Bibi,
heading west on Clements Street.

'She's picked up a tail.'
'Description.'

'White male, blue jacket.' You take
the journalist, I'll deal with Bibi.

'She's turned south on Drummond.
The tail's still with her.

'He's closing on her, Alpha One.

'This looks like a hit.'

Are you all right?
Don't worry, I'm a nurse,
I'll deal with it, it's fine.

Tell me who you're working for.

Go near Bibi again and I'll
bring my people next time.

Can I have a word? Who are you?

Quick chat in the diary room, Mr
Plowden? Why are you harassing me?

They'll be dying of envy over at
the New Statesman. Badge of honour.

You've had a file on me for years.

Think of the satisfaction
in telling your wife she was wrong!

It was only your last conversation.

Come on, let me in, I just
want to talk to you. We'll
talk over there, if you don't mind.

All right.

Watch out for sn*pers.

Nobody wants to be
cosying up to the Tazbeks,

but the energy situation is dire.
Not as dire as
the Tazbek human rights record.

But who cares when cheap gas
is at stake, right? If our
power stations stop running,

we can kiss goodbye to economic
recovery and people will die. People
who MATTER will die, you mean.

British people, as opposed to foreign
people from some faraway place.

Well, luckily my job description
means I only have to worry about
British deaths, Mr Plowden.

I'm advising you not to interfere
any further in this matter.

Or I'll get a midnight
knock on the door?

No, I think her Majesty's
Revenue and Customs tend to
call during office hours.

Hopefully, it will be
a real charmless jobsworth.

So, who's been feeding you
information on Tazbekstan?

Reveal my source to M15,
of course I will[!] OK,

good time to organise
your receipts box

and every single income statement.

I shall be posting this conversation
on my blog as soon as I get inside.

Bloody internet.

You know he's going
to k*ll her, don't you?

Bibi Saparova. I want to know where
Plowden is getting his information,

I want Bibi to shut up and I want
leverage over the Tazbeks.

We have things in this country that
they don't have in Tazbekstan.

Giving them up for gas, it offends
my sense of national dignity.
The gas running out will lead to

more deaths than any terror attack
Al Qaeda have mounted so far.

No campaigning journalist, nor poet
with a grudge is going to threaten
our energy security

while you and I have anything to do
with it. Are we in agreement on that?

Absolutely.

Who was tailing Bibi Saparova?
A Tazbek hit team? It looks like

they were trying to abduct her
rather than k*ll her.

I'm assuming they wanted to
deliver her to Thumper personally.
We can't let that happen.

Have you seen Harry's mood recently?

He'll see protecting Bibi
as a luxury the nation
can't afford right now.

Ros, Harry's always troubled.
He chooses his frown
with his tie in the morning.

No, this is different.

He still hasn't resolved the
situation with Ruth. Until he does,

he'll take an even grimmer view
of any human rights activists

or lefty journalists that get in the
way of energy crisis talks than me.

Oh, come on, it can't be that bad?

The Government has described as
malicious tittle-tattle rumours

that it's to call for the lifting of
an EU arms embargo in Tazbekstan.

Campaigning journalist
Matthew Plowden, however,

told us earlier that
the Tazbek human rights record

won't go away just because
"we've messed up our energy policy
and need their gas".

Bloody hell. What is it? Some
awkward-squad MP is putting down

an Early Day Motion about our
deal with Tazbekstan. Saying what?

Setting out a general marker
about a concern for human rights

in any agreement. This is
that journalist, isn't it?

I've got that internet cafe
on a permanent pick-up now.

Why does he log in there? He's using
his own computer. Makes him feel
Woodward and Bernstein probably.

Even though it's miles easier for us
to monitor him in a public place.

Who told him about us getting
the EU arms sanctions lifted?

He uses social networking sites
a lot - the source must be an
online friend. Find out who that is.

And Jo, can you go and visit Bibi
and keep her quiet
before she gets herself k*lled.

Try and persuade her to take

a long holiday or something until
these negotiations are concluded.

Sure.

DOORBELL RINGS

Miss Saparova? Yes. I'm Gaby
Fuller from the Metropolitan Police.

Can I have a quick word?

Yes. Thank you.

You could be at risk if you continue
to campaign against Rustam Urazov's
presence in this country.

Britain's new best friend.
I'm trying to help you.
I don't need your help.

I need justice. I understand that...
You understand nothing.

BANGING

Boys from the estate.

They sometimes come and do this
because they know I live alone.

If you keep following Urazov around,
your life will be at risk.

And if he had k*lled
every member of your family...

would you just shut up and go away?

We're running on empty now, Harry.

A few days at best.

What will you do? We'll start with
a programme of rolling power cuts.

Three to five hours in different
places. It's been costed?

Billions off the economy,
a huge blow to investor confidence.

The deal is going ahead though.
Slowly.

But it's our last hope now.

The Tazbeks can sense
our desperation and have
started to up their demands.

Time's running out, we must take the
initiative so I want to know what

the Tazbek delegation are saying
outside of the negotiations.

Bugging the hotel isn't an option -
we're looking at other
possibilities. Strip joints.

Taking one for
the team there, Lucas?

The Tazbeks are using the strip club
for post-negotiations R & R.
We know that it's a mafia haunt

so it's likely that we'll
find Thumper's hitman there. OK,
I'll go and take a look.

Check out the possibility of
fitting listening devices.

MUSIC BLARES

Tariq's pretty good with
the tech stuff.

He built a miniature high-resolution
camera into my watch.

Yes, we've got it now.
The hitman is Gosguly Garadanow.

He runs drugs and girls out of the
club. Old army buddy of Thumper.

I think we'll know him as Flopsy.

He was the one who was tailing Bibi.

They're lining something else up.
Thumper had a copy of the newspaper
Plowden writes for.

I said to shut that bloody journalist
up. We're MI5, not the Stoke
Newington branch of the Green Party.

I'd like to think we can
play dirty sometimes.
Thumper's the one playing dirty.

He thinks because we need his gas,
he can do what he likes.

Yeah, well, up to a point he's right.
I'll go lean on Plowden harder.

Let him know the score.
Threaten his career and livelihood.

Often does the trick
with soft-centred media types.

Shall I warn Thumper off? You're
supposed to be Special Adviser
to the Home Secretary.

He knows what I am. He's not stupid.
All right.

But very, very delicately, Ros.

Let me be absolutely clear,
our energy security trumps
everything at this point.

You might want to take a look at
this. What is it? Lip-reading
software from the strip club.

It's giving us a live translation
from the Russian
by typing the code in.

They're talking in euphemisms.

Because of Plowden's press campaign
against them...

..They're gonna take him out.
Where is he now?

We're running a tracker on his mobile
and playing it through CCTV feeds.

Do it quicker!

He's going to the internet cafe.
Maybe he wants to meet with Bibi?

They're starting to pick off
their targets. Stay in contact.

Lucas, Plowden's back in the cafe.

Keep a visual on him.
I'm nearly there.

Yeah, will do. He's erm...
Hold on a minute...

Flopsy's in the cafe!

Get him out of there now! Warn him!

'Lucas, you're too late.'

Do you have any plans for tonight,
Mr Urazov? Do YOU?

I'm not really one
for the nightlife.

You are worried for me, no?

Why do you say that? The way your
eyes keep looking to the door.

You think the Russians
will send somebody after me.

It's a distinct possibility, yes.

I like to think it is
because you have erm,

what is the expression, you have,
er, you have "taken a shine" to me.

I'm married. You know...

..I did hear about the journalist
that was k*lled.

The one spreading lies about me.

Yes. And his widow is saying that it
was the British security services.

We don't usually k*ll
troublesome journalists.

Yeah, not everybody has the freedoms
we have in my country.

You don't have carte blanche,
Mr Urazov. Why, what will you do?

Send us home
and say you no longer need our gas?

Of course I know I don't have
carte blanche.

Good. But I would also expect you
not to pay too much attentions
to my business activities here,

at such a...

delicate time in talks.

I must take them out...

..entertain them.

Find them girls.

Would you like any
additional security?

Don't you worry about the Russians.

We know them a lot better
than you do.

Good evening.

The point is, Matthew Plowden was
a British citizen.

Plowden stood up and painted
a massive target on himself.

Sometimes you get a press award and
sometimes something quite different.

The person who had him k*lled
is openly gloating about it.

It'll be Bibi next. I know that, Jo.
And I have told Thumper that
he does not have carte blanche.

Thumper is making it quite clear what
the price of keeping him on board is.

That's a price that keeps going up.
Without the Tazbek gas
we'll pay a much higher price.

Besides, Bibi Saparova
is not a British citizen.

Harry? The Tazbeks have
started to stall at the talks.

We need their gas.

We do not need more obstacles.

Are you saying that Bibi is a
price worth paying? That we
should just look the other way?

Operational matters are down to you.
I do not want the talks jeopardised.

And I'm still waiting to hear what
the Tazbek delegation are saying
away from the negotiating table.

These are your priorities,
not some bloody poet who's ignored
every warning we've given her.

Er, can I have a word?

I went through all Plowden's on-line
friends and kept his status open.

Posted a few things to suggest he's
still alive, carry on drawing in
his contacts. Nice. Any response?

There was only one I couldn't
hack into. Violet Franklin.

Her status was protected with
encryption devices

you wouldn't expect on a social
networking site. Violet Franklin.

But once I'd hijacked his status
I was able to get a
location from which she posted,

even though
I couldn't read the message.

The American Embassy.

Nice work, Tariq,
I'll set up a meet.

You fed the journalist.

Franklin was my favourite American
President of course. And Violet?

I just like the name,
and the flower.

Why did you do it?

Cos you needed a lesson
for double-crossing me.

I made it a bit hard for you
to catch me but not impossible.
I like our meetings.

This isn't a game. Rustam Urazov
had the journalist k*lled. And now
you know what you're dealing with.

All this to make a point that you're
just a bit pissed off with us.

Britain's on the brink
and you're playing out a grudge.

I could never have
done this unsanctioned.

Nobody wants your sordid
little deal to go through.

On this one we are in total
agreement with the Russians.

Oh, well, that's good to know.

The world's gone bi-polar, again.

You think the Russians are gonna
allow a hardline nationalist
regime to flourish in Tazbekstan?

Sarah... You think we're just gonna
let them cosy up to Iran and China?

You stay out of this!
If you interfere again I will...

I will do such things,
what they are yet I know not,

but they shall be
the terrors of the earth.

Come on, Lucas, stay. Let's talk.

Hey, don't ignore
a friend's request.

'It is with great regret that I
must inform the House

'that the rolling power cuts will be
from three to five hours.

'I cannot pretend there is
an early solution to the problem
that faces us,

'although I can promise this House
that this Government is pursuing
every option available to us

'and I hope to have good news
to bring to the House very shortly.'

The Tazbeks are stalling. These
power cuts will weaken our position.
We'll be completely over a barrel.

So how do we square this circle?

'The proposed cuts could begin
within 48 hours. But I'd like...'

OK, let's start
by giving Harry what he wants.

Get the intelligence on what the
Tazbeks are doing behind the scenes.
I'll get back to the club.

It's swept for bugs but
Tariq thinks he can beat that.

And Bibi? Look, Jo, I'm sick
of hearing about Bibi Saparova.

If you want to make her your
personal cause celebre then you
go right ahead, but you definitely

do not have my blessing
and I definitely do not want to
hear another word about it.

Do you understand?

All right.

Matthew Plowden was
a really good man.

He cared about a country that is more
fashionable to make jokes about.

We tried to warn him, Bibi,
just like we're trying to warn you.

And do you feel proud?

That Urazov is able to
do this on your soil?

This isn't as straightforward
as you're making out.
We need the gas right now

and I'm trying to protect you, Bibi.

I can't do that though
unless you lower your profile.

No.

Stop being so stubborn! It's as
if you WANT to be his victim.

I'm already his victim.

My sister's name was Altyn.

It means golden.

And she was...

the golden girl in our family.

She's beautiful.

Urazov held her for a week.

r*ped.

Tortured.

r*ped again.

More t*rture.

You cannot imagine such things.

Then she was k*lled

and her broken body was left
at our doorstep.

I found it.

I know that feeling.

My name's Jo Portman.

I work for MI5.

I won't let him hurt you.

Thanks for coming.

How's it all going?

How's it all going?

Well, the gas negotiations
are underway.

I saw the Home Secretary on TV.

We're in a very bad place right now.

The hidden price for our salvation
is that we have to turn away,

while a r*pist and m*rder*r gets to
pick off his opponents on our soil.

Harry OK'd that?

Harry's not himself right now.

What do you want from me?

Talk to Harry.

Isn't that
a rather insulting idea to Harry?

You think he makes policy decisions
based on his emotional state of
mind. No, I'm not saying that.

But no-one's better than you
at putting across a different
perspective. It doesn't always work,

believe you me.

He's hurting. About what happened...

And I'm not?

I lost my family,

my home.

Harry wasn't the one who lost them
for you. He did the right thing
under intolerable pressure.

Maybe he's doing
the right thing now, then.

No. This is different.

But I think that he's locked in
to thinking it's the same.

And you want me to explain that?

We've missed you, Ruth.

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

We shouldn't be sacrificing this
girl, no matter how bad the crisis.

Please talk to him.

Er, we need to talk.

I'm glad you said that.

I'm sorry.

That I blamed you for what happened.

It wasn't fair.

And I'm sorry too, Ruth.

I'm sorry for everything, really.

Truly sorry.

'More trouble for the Government
today as the Home Secretary

'admits the gas shortages
may be more serious than
we originally thought.

'The Opposition has accused him of
misleading the House of Commons
and taunted the Government as being

'more empty and exhausted
than our gas reserves.

'Meanwhile, health experts
are warning that the death toll
could reach into the high thousands

'as homes are deprived
of heat and light.'

Turning to the Tazbeks
was a bitter pill.

But one we were prepared to
swallow because we thought
we would get cheap gas fast.

You said the talks would be
a formality. What's the obstacle?

Every time we get close that smarmy
little shyster makes a new demand.
Smarmy little shyster being?

Urazov, of course.

He's following his own agenda.
Why aren't your people doing their
job and finding out what that is?

I think he has several agendas.
We can't have come this far
to end up with nothing.

In 36 hours the lights go out.

And that will make the banking
crisis look like a walk in the park
if we don't get it sorted.

Fast.

[What's the time, Mr Wolf?]

That is an unbelievably
clear reception.

The club is swept for fixed bugs but
I think we have a good chance with
this one. Excellent. Well done.

I'm one of the lucky ones.
I love my job. Good. If you want to
keep it, lose the T-shirt.

HE LAUGHS

I've got Thumper in view.

'Nu, chto, moy drug?
Po chem ty by khotel pogovorit?'

Please, er, speak in English.

I don't want my
delegation to understand.

Hey...you want a girl?

What, some Moldovian
peasant girl just off a track?

No, before I leave, I
pluck myself an English Rose.

'How are the negotiations going?'

If my Prime Minister have his way,
we sign tomorrow. And you?

The British are arrogant.

'I like to make them squirm
right up to the last moment.'

The journalist was not problem.

Good.

You will be well paid.

But you know the real prize, yeah?

The last Saparova.

Take your time with her

and...bring me something
for my home-movie collection.

DISTORTION

DISTORTION
What's happening?

What's happening?

Po krainy mery...

DISTORTION

Pozhaluista.

'You know, you should
come home soon.'

Things are going to get
very interesting.

When it all starts, I will come home.

That b*stard
sitting alone over there.

He is Russian, you think?

'FSB?' Lucas,
they're discussing your presence.
Duck out of there fast.

So...there will be w*r back home.

There will be a conflict
with our autonomous region.

Six months maybe before they
force us to stop the fighting.

Then in that time people like
you will make a lot of money,

k*ll a lot of peasant trash,
enjoy their wives and daughters.

And when they force us to stop?
Then I will become Prime Minister.

A man of peace and reconstruction.

And all the international aid will
flow into all the right places.

The Russians?
One must always watch the Russians.

They also want our gas.

'But they will be pragmatic
in the end, especially now we have
friends in European Union.'

This man is a Central Asian
Hitler in the making.

It will be a bloody horrible mess.

Paramilitaries, looting, raping,
there'll be massacres on both sides.

I underestimated him and I made
the wrong call on Bibi Saparova.

We still have the problem
of needing their gas.

Then we take him out.

We take out the Tazbek visiting
Trade and Industry Secretary?

You want to go back to Plan A?
Let him k*ll the girl?

I always prefer not to play off
the back foot, you know that.
He's the fly in the ointment.

He's the one stalling
the negotiations in order to obtain
the maximum advantage for his w*r.

The Tazbeks would have signed 48
hours ago without Urazov in the way.

We still have a chance of getting
our gas supplies and stopping
the carnage he wants to unleash.

It can't be seen to be us.

Not by the Tazbeks
and not by our own government.

The Tazbek delegation have already
refused our protection, right?
That's true.

Thumper specifically told me that
they could deal with the Russians.

If we obviously had nothing to do
with it, why would they blame us?

It's very risky.

No, it's brilliant.

You'd have to explain that
there'd be consequences though,
if it's to be done properly.

You know what I'm thinking, then?
I have a fairly good idea, yes.

There would be a trial afterwards?

There would have to be, I'm afraid.

And prison, maybe ten years.

You already knew
what my answer would be.

She agreed?
She'll take the punishment to k*ll
the man that did that to her sister.

She has a great motive
for k*lling him and everybody will
think the FSB were helping her.

She'll say anything we want her to
say afterwards. No comeback on us.
All right, but it won't be easy.

How do we set the trap and get him
into a different hotel room?

You heard what he said about
the English rose. Jo just about
falls into that category.

Cheers, Ros[!] No worries.

Fine, but we'll also need eyes
on the corridor keeping
watch for the bodyguards.

Worth breaking him in with something
simple? Gotta learn multi-tasking.

Young, scruffy, minimum wage written
right across his forehead. Perfect.

Good day.

How are the negotiations?

Oh, as well as can be expected.

These things always take
longer than you think.

I do hope you're not playing
games with us, Mr Urazov.

Oh, you still don't want
to play games? What a shame.

On that subject,
there's a young lady across the bar
who's making eyes at you.

Not my type.

No? A sexy blonde in a bar...

has Moscow all over it.

You think?

She's heading for Room 627.

And I assure you, Mr Urazov,
the only Russian you'll find in
Camilla Hamilton-Blythe's DNA

is likely to be Romanov
and pre-date 1917.

And we like to keep
our guests comfortable.

This is, er...

..very generous.

Thank you.

They're in the room. Copy that.

Take your dress off.

Leave everything else on.

Then...come here.

DOOR OPENS

What are you doing? Bibi...

Trap's sprung, Alpha One.

As soon as shots are fired,
I'll let you know. Copy that.

What are you doing?

Bibi, listen. Bibi...

Bibi, this is crazy...

You can't do this.

Bibi, please...

I can't do it.

- OK.
- I can't k*ll somebody.

Just give it to me, eh?

For your sister. Miserable wh*res!

g*nsh*t

THE g*n IS FIRED AGAIN

Shots fired, Alpha One.
Send in the clowns.

SIRENS BLARE

'No...'

No. No, please, don't.
Something's wrong!
Jo's in trouble. Please...

g*nsh*t ]
Oh, no!

More sh**ting in the room,
Alpha One. Something's wrong.

So we start the rumours that
she was almost certainly
being manipulated by the FSB.

That's already been put to the
Tazbeks. So they're not blaming us?

Well, why would they?
They knew what Thumper was like
when it came to the ladies.

He was the one who told the
bodyguards to stay downstairs.

Their Prime Minister is now
very anxious to sign and get home
before he meets a similar fate.

Well done, everybody,
looks like we have our deal.

Awful news about the sh**ting of
their chief negotiator
by the Tazbek dissident.

We strongly suspect she was being
manipulated by the Russians. Indeed.

I'd like to welcome
everybody here today.

Our own Foreign Secretary
would have liked to attend,

but has unfortunately been caught up
in the latest...Middle East...

Who sent them the photos?
Must've been the Russians.

They've got a photograph of Jo
with Bibi inside the house.

How? We had a counter-surveillance
team watching the whole time.

Play for time.
Insist they're forgeries.

The Tazbeks will already have
had the photographs checked out.

How did they get pictures of you
inside the flat? Kids at the window.

I need justice.

It's the boys from the estate,
they know I live alone.

What? Kids from the estate,
hassling Bibi, they came
banging on the window.

She said they always did it.
I bet they're not there now.

FSB must have been watching Bibi
in case they did decide to use her.

So, how do we get out of this one?
We'll have to go to the Americans.

Last time I checked, there wasn't
a gas pipeline across the Atlantic.

The Americans can broker a deal.
The Russians are our only option.

It's what they wanted - a great
big Cossack boot over our throat.

We can't even begin to negotiate with
the Russians. This is what I mean.

We'll have to get the Americans
to go to the Russians for us.
With what? The intelligence we have.

That the Tazbeks are planning
a w*r on their autonomous region.
They probably suspect that.

But they don't know the details
of Thumper's little plan.

We'll have to gild the lily,
but it's an opening gambit.

The Russians will never just
settle for that. Obviously not,

but we can get the ball rolling
suggesting we can
give them something.

All right, I'll go and
talk to Sarah Caulfield.

See what they say at least.

Here we are.

Hey, Lucas.

My boss. Samuel Walker.
Given the hard task of trying
to keep an eye on this one.

I don't envy you.
Hey, enough of the compliments.

So we've spoken to the
Russians on your behalf.

Thank you, and? It was an audacious
gamble taking out Urazov.
Shame it backfired on you.

But they, like us, are not unhappy
with his removal, so you haven't
lost any friends that way.

And our offer? They like your offer
and are keen to talk about
what you know.

You can have gas from tomorrow at
a similar price the Tazbeks offered.

Small mark-up,
cos you did hurt their feelings
not going straight to them.

They're very sensitive that way.
As always with the Russians,
though, the devil's in the detail.

They have one further requirement.
And what would that be?

They want the Tazbek Prime Minister.

What? He leaves on a secret
flight from Britain.
They want details of that flight.

So what, they're going
to sh**t his plane down?

No, but they are going
to explain to him in their own
good time what will happen

if he continues to follow an agenda
hostile to their interests.

So they hijack the plane.
Force it to land?

As I say, Lucas, the devil
is in the detail.

I'd leave that part to the Russians.

We had our backs against the wall.
You and the Russians were watching
and playing us the whole time.

Hey, you did the world
a great favour.

You did the right thing.

Everybody's happy. Now you have
gas and we...don't have Urazov.

And we're all working together.
It's like Yalta all over again.

"Dear Miss Portman.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't
get to know you better.

"I think in a different world
we might have even been friends.

"But the sorrow in my heart is
too great for me to continue now.

"I wanted you to know,
however, that I appreciate
your efforts on my behalf.

"Thank you. Bibi."

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Harry.

You went and spoke
to Ruth, didn't you? Yes.

What did you hope to achieve by that?
I thought you were wrong
for turning a blind eye to Bibi.

There are some lines
we should not cross.

In my opinion.

You were right.
I didn't think it through properly.

She should come back to us.
If you talk to her maybe...

She's extremely fond of you, Jo.

She thinks the service needs
more people like you.

I can try and sort
the logistical side of things out
with the Home Secretary, but...

if you continue to meet her...
I'm happy to try.

Good.

Don't go behind my back again,
though, or I'll have you deported
to Tazbekstan. Understood.

'The energy crisis may have
eased slightly with reports

'that an unexpected deal has been
agreed with the Russians to provide
emergency short-term supplies.

'Ministers have dismissed
opposition claims of chaos at
the heart of government.

'The Prime Minister's says he'll
get on with running the country
and insuring economic recovery.'

Is it done?

The Russians forced the plane
to land about an hour ago.

They can be very persuasive
in these situations.

A plague on both their houses.
We have to look after ourselves now.

People have every right to be angry.

We've let too much
slide through our fingers.

Things will look better
in a year's time.

And a lot of people who would
have died will now not die.

It's breathtakingly simple sometimes.

Hmm, it doesn't always
feel that way.

Home Secretary, I have to
talk to you about something
that's not simple at all.

Do you remember Ruth Evershed?

I've never seen London
look so pretty.

Well, the gas is flowing again.

And we're laying in some
proper reserves this time.

Lights don't stay on
all by themselves.

You gotta work hard at
keeping a society going.

Didn't see that one coming.

So what happens now?

Now?

In the next few hours.

I was presumptuous enough to
book a hotel room when you
called and asked to meet me.

That was presumptuous.

I understand codes.
That's my job, really.

Which hotel? Claridge's.

Good choice. My favourite.

We'll take separate cabs.

Probably nobody's watching,
but it'll add to the occasion.

OK.

What's the room number?

I forget.

Just ask for Violet Franklin.

Not often we see you this time of
night. Must be something important.

You think you're being bugged here?
Spies listening to spies?

What are you worried about?

I've been approached.

By whom? An American contact.

Name? I can't, Harry,
but somebody high up.

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

A plot, as in? He didn't go into
specifics, but he talked about

divisions in their intelligence
services and a high-level meeting
in Switzerland.

I think he wanted me to warn
somebody. So here I am,

warning the somebody
that I trust the most.

We'll look into it. My contact is
not a man prone to exaggeration.

Whatever that meeting was about,
whoever was involved,

he made it sound very big.

He was scared, Harry.

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, I said everybody.

Someone's grabbed the Bendorf group?
Yes, they've also got Ros.

Down on the floor against that wall.
- Use this camera
as your confession booth.

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

We had nothing to do with this!
If you are not competent enough
to deal with it, we will.

Storming would be suicide. I won't
do it. I'm ordering you to do it.

You have to help me.

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

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

g*nsh*t