Spooks: The Greater Good Page #3

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operation. Just let me make a call.

Hands up! Lie down! Now! Now, now!

Hands behind your back!

Move! Out my way, out my way!

So you just let him walk away.

Calm down, Francis.

We wouldn't want you to have a stroke.

Not a fatal one, anyway.

MI5 is looking like

a complete liability right now

and I'm just about the last friend

left in government it has.

So you should really be nice to me.

Ignore them. What did Harry say to you?

He, er... He wanted to bring Qasim

in by himself, make amends.

In other words, he's lost the plot?

That wouldn't contradict

his last three psych evaluations.

He refused to attend them.

Well, he hasn't stopped

being Harry Pearce.

Even completely gaga,

I'd still take him over...

Well, this chap, for example.

- Why contact you?

- He thinks we still have a bond.

Asked me to help him disappear.

It didn't occur to you to agree

and then turn him over to us?

He's known me my whole life.

He'd see through that.

Just because your life hasn't been

worth a damn since Harry booted you,

don't think we can't very easily

make it even less satisfactory.

Since we're all threatening each other,

you three should be under no illusions

that you're not teetering on the edge.

Your whole organisation is looking

pretty bloody disposable right now.

Find Qasim. Find Harry. Today.

Fully loaded.

Bring the container to the side.

They are ready, brother.

Mmm-hmm.

I got burgled twice last year.

They got in the same way.

Qasim's escape. What really happened?

Who are you?

I've seen that name in a case study.

I thought they decommissioned you.

They did. Now, what really happened?

The escape may have been

set up by someone in the service.

Do you know anything about that?

- What are you looking for?

- Cigarette.

I only gave up six weeks ago.

There must be one here.

- Why did you join MI5?

- What?

Just tell me, why did you apply?

I didn't apply.

When I was 17, I went out with a guy

who did money transfers.

Had one of those dodgy shops.

You know, families sending cash back home.

K section were interested in some of

the people using it, so they approached me.

- So you started as an agent?

- Yeah. And I was good.

And when I was done,

they asked me to train as an officer.

My family laughed when I told them that.

So when I got through vetting,

I wasn't gonna let it go.

And I haven't.

I made my choice.

So the job means a lot.

And if someone you worked for

had helped Qasim to escape,

that would matter, right?

Okay.

Something did feel wrong that day.

Rob Vass, my team leader,

he was in the lead car with me.

He told me not to open

the weapons compartment.

He ordered me not to pursue.

Where does he live?

I think we got our man.

You take the bedroom.

Loaded.

Chinese made. Unauthorised.

Doesn't make him guilty, though.

This might. He's a neat freak.

Keeps all his statements nicely filed,

apart from this one, which he'd binned.

Check out March 17th.

W78 account prefix.

Panama City.

Service slush fund.

June, what the hell are...

Who are you?

- You told me not to pursue Qasim.

- What?

That's what you said to me

when I went for my weapon.

This is a wind-up, right?

An agent gave it to me. It's a souvenir.

June, whatever you're up to, it's over.

We swore an oath, Rob.

You sat in your car while Lansbury

was killed. For 65 grand?

I'm not saying anything

until we get to Thames House.

We're not going to Thames House.

Will, what have you found?

Qasim's escort was deliberately weakened.

The team leader was in on it.

He's just the errand boy.

Find out who gave the order.

No. If you want my help,

first tell me what you know.

The Americans think MI5 is a weak link

and I think somebody here agrees with them.

Qasim escapes, we're disgraced.

The CIA quietly take over.

He was...

He was going to fire.

Who paid you? Who set up the escape?

We could...

We could check his pulse. He might...

He's dead, he's dead. He's dead.

Listen. You have to go home.

You were never here.

Don't let anyone see you.

Don't take public transport.

Do you understand?

June! I'll deal with this,

but you have to go, now.

I've never heard a piece

murdered with such glee.

Who's Warrender batting his eyelashes at?

Landon Miller. Agency hawk.

He's trying to secure

their continued support,

hopefully without handing over

the keys to the kingdom.

Every time I see you, Francis, you seem

to be buried another inch or two deeper

in the recesses of some swivel-eyed

wonk from Langley or the Pentagon.

It's all for you, Oliver.

You lost their number one most wanted.

For goodness' sake.

If the Americans withdraw their support,

our entire intelligence apparatus

will completely collapse.

You don't have to tell me.

I just think, in times like these,

we all need to remember

which flag flies over our heads.

Francis.

Relax. It's Oliver. He sees someone

under pressure, he can't resist a push.

I'm trying to help and he practically

accuses me of moonlighting for the CIA.

Huh. Careful, Geraldine.

You almost got off the fence there.

Francis.

Do I know you?

Tonight, your generals,

your politicians, your spies,

met for a celebration.

Tonight, we struck back

at the heart of their power.

But to the British people,

I say you are not our enemy.

Our enemies are the politicians

who send your sons and

your daughters to die in illegal wars.

The spies who spy on you,

like you are the criminals.

This fight goes beyond

religious differences.

Stand with us. Cast off your rulers.

The video was posted

just moments after the explosion

ripped through the lobby of

the Albery Theatre in central London,

killing six people, including the Chair

of the Joint Intelligence Committee,

Francis Warrender,

and the suspected suicide bomber.

All flights out of the UK...

You had him. One call.

One call and those people would be alive.

Warrender would be alive.

This is the traitor's fault.

They set Qasim free.

Spy game's over. If you have a way

to get to Qasim, give it up, right now.

There's another way.

Qasim's wife.

Asma Shishani.

The FSB have her.

If I can work out where they're

holding her, he'll give up the traitor.

- You made a deal with him.

- Yes.

And if we see it through,

it'll lead us to him.

Come in now and we'll set it up.

If I come in now, the traitor will have

me killed. It has to be just you and me.

How do you know

the Russians have his wife?

We gave her to them. In exchange

for a blown CIA officer stuck in Moscow.

Oh, that's why he hates us.

That's why he's come here.

Her location is in a file on a

low-security GCHQ archive server.

I can remotely access it,

but I need you to open the back door.

This is an IP address.

You are joking.

It's the only way, Will.

If you're working another angle...

If you're lying to me...

Harry's getting help from somewhere.

I've ruled out old contacts,

but I need access to

personnel files to do it properly.

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