Spooks: The Greater Good Page #6

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Is that supposed to stop me?

It's okay.

Stop!

Why did you bring him here?

I made a choice. To stop the attack

on London. To expose the traitor.

- With no backup plan.

- I had a backup plan. You.

Why do you think

I kept you out of that room?

People are still dead, Harry.

Far fewer than would have died

in the bombings.

How do you make a choice like that?

It's my job.

Auntie G,

can you come outside to play?

I'm still feeling a bit poorly.

Maybe I'll come out later.

- Okay.

- Come on, sweetheart!

Hello, Geraldine.

In the end, it comes down

to who can tell the best lie longest.

Don't you think?

If we'd had cover that morning,

Qasim would never have got away.

You sent a secret directive

to the Met's Air Unit

ordering them to decline

all MI5 requests, didn't you?

Emerson was trying to protect you.

When he confessed, you looked...

Relieved.

You're a lone maniac.

Even if you had something,

you could never make it stick.

That's the advantage of being a lone

maniac. I don't need to make it stick.

Sacrificing your own service so

it could be absorbed by a foreign power.

The Americans would have made you

Director General, no doubt.

How many more lives

was that promotion worth?

What was it you think

you accomplished, Harry?

The service is dying.

All you did was buy it a little more time.

Oh, I know.

But if I'd given up the fight the moment

I realised I was on the losing side,

my career would have been a short one.

So what's your plan? Blow my brains out

for my 10-year-old niece to find?

No. I simply want to offer you...

A way out.

This came from you, I take it.

What is it?

It's new. Perforates the small bowel

over six hours or so,

causing irreversible haemorrhaging.

Leaves no trace.

How clever.

You're madder than you look.

Shoot me or get out. I'm not taking that.

I was afraid that would be your answer.

That's why I've taken the decision

out of your hands.

It's not your pub lunch

that's making you queasy.

I had the rib of beef, too.

Tell me you're lying, Harry.

Please.

Tell me you didn't betray your country.

It's been four hours already, Geraldine.

You can spend the last

two in a hospital bed,

but if I were you, I'd go and play

with that beautiful niece of yours.

I hear Mace offered you a job.

Are you taking it?

Thinking about it.

Your message said

you had something to tell me.

They've put surveillance on Ruth's grave.

You can't go there any more.

I have something which, by rights,

should be yours.

Your father was wearing

it the night he died.

The Stasi stripped his body

of everything that could be useful

and it found its way

into an FSB archive somewhere.

He was wearing a wedding ring

on the night of his op?

Ordinarily, he wouldn't have.

But he'd just found out

he was to have a son.

I didn't decommission you

because you weren't good enough.

After your father, I couldn't...

I had to protect you.

The good ones tend not to last, Will.

Then who does?

The ones like me.

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