Spooks: The Greater Good Page #2

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Did he?

If there's something else, Mace,

I have a right to know.

Oh, I don't think it's up to me...

If you're not going to actually murder him,

I think you've made your point.

Find Harry

and you can ask him about Berlin yourself.

Who are you?

Who...

Are you?

Sir Harry Pearce. Although I doubt

I'll take that title to the grave.

Until recently, Head of Counter-Terrorism

for Her Majesty's Security Service.

Funny, but who are you really?

Someone who knows

what these two words mean to you.

Asma Shishani.

Go.

How did you find me?

Alone?

I still have a trick or two.

So what do you want?

I want to know who helped you escape.

I know it was someone on my side.

They never told me who they were.

Of course they didn't,

but you must have had a contact.

A phone number, that's all.

A phone number will do nicely.

And in return, I'll give you what you want.

There is no way you could get that.

It'll take a few days, but as I said,

I still have a trick or two.

She said she was a human rights lawyer.

Helped two of my brothers after they

were imprisoned by your government.

But after I was freed,

she became too curious.

She's how you found me. She's your agent.

I don't know this woman.

If she's a spy, she's not one of ours.

Now, do we have a deal or not?

If this woman is no one,

she's still a witness.

She has to die.

Just so I'm clear again,

tell me she's nothing to you.

All right. She's my agent.

You keep her alive, she's your guarantee

that I'll keep my word.

I don't need guarantees.

Get her to a hospital now,

or the deal's off!

She doesn't need a hospital. It's too late.

What she needs is mercy.

Her death will take so

much longer, otherwise.

So much pain.

No!

She has a daughter.

And still, you sent her after me?

You put her in danger

and then you refuse to spare her the pain?

What sort of a man are you?

Spare her family from the video.

Harry...

I don't want her to see me die.

I'm sorry, Erin. I can't.

You've got a deal.

The BBC understands

there has been no breakthrough

in the hunt for escaped

terrorist Adem Qasim.

The national threat level

has been raised to critical,

indicating an attack is imminent.

MI5, already under intense scrutiny,

today suffered further embarrassment

as a leaked memo from the American embassy

claimed that the US

is demanding greater control

over joint intelligence

initiatives with the UK

due to an increasing lack of faith

in British security capabilities.

In business news,

the FTSE 100 fell again this morning

and sterling continued to slide

against the dollar,

the euro and other major

trading currencies.

Anything on those files

we sent you?

Not yet.

We have fresh intel on Harry.

He bought a pay-as-you-go phone

that we tracked to the Kent Coast.

Holloway, this is classified.

Qasim had been there, too.

Smuggling in weapons from North Africa.

Harry found him.

- He didn't call it in?

- No.

We found traces of explosive there, too.

Qasim's planning an attack.

London, we think.

You've known him

longer than any of us.

Do you think it's at all possible

Qasim might have got to Harry somehow?

Turned him?

I don't know.

Regardless, find Harry, we find Qasim.

Anything for Holloway?

There you are.

Glad you remembered

the umbrella drop.

We have to meet.

Tomorrow, 12 pm. Heathrow, Terminal Five.

Park in short stay one, row A, bay one.

Then, keep your eyes open.

I hope you'll come alone.

Wait.

Look in the glove compartment.

For protection only.

If you can't bring in one loopy

Cold War relic without shooting him,

We really are in trouble.

No promises.

- Got an envelope.

- Open it.

It says not to yet.

We play this Harry's way

until we've got eyes on him.

Alpha Team, be advised,

Alpha One is wearing a white hooded top.

It's a spotlight. Our target's watching.

Roger that.

Doors opening.

Level three.

Go.

Level zero.

Doors opening.

Open sightlines, multiple exits.

Say again, Holloway.

They're Harry's requirements

for running a meet.

Morning. Are there any messages

for Will Holloway?

Uh, let me see.

Yes, Mr. Holloway, your uncle said

he'd meet you at the coffee shop.

He left his mobile at home.

Thanks. That's so Uncle Harry.

Guy in the car park, get rid of him.

He might as well be wearing an MI5 T-shirt.

Listen to me. Stop underestimating Harry.

You do that, we lose him. Don't think

he won't put your people in danger.

All right. What now?

We wait for him to make his...

What is it, Alpha One?

Holloway? What is it?

Holloway? Holloway, where are you going?

He's Terminal 5B. The shuttle's leaving.

Wait. No, we're not set up there.

Stand down. Holloway, stand down!

Alpha Team, get after him.

Go, go! Wrong building. Move! Now!

Terminal 5B.

Doors closing.

He's booked me on a flight.

PA309 to Glasgow. Gate B34.

Will, do not get on that plane.

We have to clear this.

You do.

I'm going to Glasgow.

Call the Glasgow office.

Get me the airport police ops command.

Priority code Sigma Nine. Police request

a clearer path to the terminal.

And get us cleared by Heathrow security.

All remaining

passengers for flight PA309 to Glasgow...

I have to go dark or I won't get through.

He's dry-cleaning me.

Holloway, do not go airside.

Do not go dark. Do you hear me...

PA309 to Glasgow.

The departure gate is now closing.

What am I doing here, Harry?

I need to find someone

outside the service that I can trust.

It's a short list when you take off

the drunk, the mad and the dead.

It's quite telling, the fact that

the closest thing I have to a friend

is someone who thinks I ruined his life.

You're finished. You're coming in.

Qasim's escape was sanctioned by someone

at the very top of the service.

By one of the people who asked you

to track me down.

That's why I had to disappear.

You had Qasim.

- You let him go.

- I had no choice.

He's our only connection to the traitor.

Once he's in the system, he'll be silenced.

He's planning an attack.

If they can't stop him, it'll be on you.

This is bigger than Qasim, Will.

Someone wants to destroy

the service itself.

You've lost it.

- Ruth's death...

- Don't!

I don't expect you to trust me.

Look at it yourself, that's all I'm asking.

What do you expect, Harry?

Loyalty? Gratitude because you helped

my mum with the rent

and dropped by twice a year

to give me a f***ing lecture?

MI5 was all I had

and you took it from me, for nothing.

Hate me all you like,

but I think you believe in the service.

What it stands for.

Just like your father did.

What happened in Berlin?

So that's how they got to you?

This may not pan out

as you'd hoped.

I'm afraid I had to tip them off that there's

something in the lining of your jacket.

Nothing there of course,

but they'll have to check.

I'm going to send you a number.

Call me in 24 hours, please.

Sir, please stay there. I'm afraid

we're going to have to search you.

Listen to me.

I am Security Services.

That man there is the target of an MI5

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