The Honourable Woman

'Who do you trust?' Samir Meshal. He's dead. Suicide.

'How do you know?'

The Israeli Government has, er, had no hand in this.

Nessa Stein.

Not quite the woman she appears to be.

'By how they appear?'

Kasim!

'What they do?'

Seven years ago, The Stein Group launched its first phase

of the telecommunications roll-out into the Palestinian territories.

How come it was Ephra Stein that launched it and not his sister?

Lay the cable. And when they're down,

there's something else we want you to do.

How come he was in the lead back then,

but now their roles are reversed?

If it gets your sister out,

you'll have to step down as head of the company

and then you have to put Nessa in your place.

What does she want Nessa Stein to achieve?

Equality of opportunity between Palestine and Israel.

Jalal El-Amin. To what do I owe this honour?

Your third-phase cabling contract into the West Bank.

We're now in a position to bid for this.

Your sister's kidnapping, the child's kidnapping, your academy -

I think it's all connected.

It's a wiretap, Mr Zahary.

You asked me to trust you!

And you should, you should!

Not this time.

For Christ's sake, Nessa.

One thread to pull it all together. And all I have to do is find it.

'So, when you think about it like that...'

Nessa Stein's leaving her house.

Alone.

'..it's a wonder we trust anyone at all.'

and some scenes of a sexual nature from the start.

Do you have a bed at least?

Not for you.

OK, I'm used to a sofa.

How about the floor?

You might have to warm me up a bit first.

Maybe I want you cold.

Aah...

Now I want you to try and get out.

I don't know if I want to play this game.

Who said it was a game?

I know you.

I knew you the minute I first saw you.

OK.

So how do you think you're going to look on TV

after I've broken your nose?

Don't break my nose.

Not a good look for all those good deeds?

I said the fucking floor.

I bet you've been doing this for years, haven't you?

And you've always got away with it...

..because people didn't know who you were.

But now they do...

..and you didn't think about that, did you?

Big, clever girl.

Still, I bet it won't happen again, will it?

So I'd better make the most of it.

Let me go.

Baroness Stein...

Let me go.

No!

Modeh ani l'faneykha.

Don't be afraid.

I'm safe.

I can't do this.

If it's the price... for a nation.

Hello?

Nessa Stein?

Er, my, my name's Max Boorman, we need to get you to hospital.

Go away.

You need help.

I know who you work for. Go away.

You need help. You think(?)

We need to get you to a hospital.

No hospitals.

No, no, no, no. Somewhere private. I can take you somewhere private.

Ah, so what, they'll sell the story to The Telegraph instead of The Sun?

No-one's selling any stories.

Why? Are they bound by the Official Secrets Act?

Er, something like that.

It owns them.

And not a damn thing they can do about it.

Baroness Stein.

His name's Tom Crace.

He's an accountant with two HMRC investigations pending.

Married 11 years, two children - youngest, two, a girl, Melanie.

The flat he attacked you in belongs to his company.

There's a culture of casual sex and blind eyes.

But not for rape.

That's off books -

even for a bent accountant.

He's tidying up now. A blood sample's been taken.

He says he's not got HIV or Heps

or anything.

You arrested him?

Do you want us to?

No.

Sure?

Mm-hm.

So, you'll be given a number to call in 48 hours

for the full plethora of results.

You need to give me a code word.

Fucking idiot.

Atika.

A-T-I-K...

Doesn't matter - you just have to say it when you phone.

A-T-I-K-A.

OK.

Let's get you home.

I know what happened...

..in Gaza...

..to you and Atika.

Can I ask you a question?

You're going to anyway, so just do it.

What happened tonight, has it happened before?

Did it happen then?

What does it say in my file?

It doesn't.

Why do you need to know?

I want to help.

You want to help me or you?

Both of us.

All you spies need to co-ordinate better.

Co-ordinate with who?

With your colleague - Monica Chatwin.

I wouldn't say she's a colleague.

More a competitor.

Ah.

So she wants your job.

Unless, maybe...

you help me out a little.

Why would I want to do that?

Oh, my God!

I was hit by a car.

Deliberately?

What?

Who hit you?

Frances, aren't you supposed to be in Tel Aviv?

What?

OK.

Thank you.

It's been claimed.

Who by?

Samarian Defence League.

Yaniv Levi.

You've heard of him?

Horrible...

..horrible Israeli terrorist.

Mm, he's a very bad boy.

Why did they kill him?

Pro-Palestinian statements to the press

intent on exposing Israeli corruption.

Our institution's not corrupt.

Except that's not what he found, is it?

But it isn't.

Who told you that?

Your brother?

Because he runs that side of things now, doesn't he?

Has done for, what, seven years?

And do you trust him?

He's my brother.

That's not what I asked.

Yes, it is.

So you think if he'd been targeted covertly by the Israeli military,

he'd have had the strength to stand up to them?

All on his own.

He's not on his own.

Mmm... He's got me.

Couldn't that be the problem?

What if he wishes he was?

What if he wanted to feel he was in control of things again,

like he used to be, before his little sister took his job?

He didn't want it.

And why was that?

Are you trying to help?

Oh, yeah, I really am.

Doesn't feel like it.

Feels like you're trying to put a split

right in the heart of this business.

Unless it's already there.

Oh, I need to rest.

What about the press?

I'll do it.

Looking like that?

Give it to your brother.

Although, be careful,

that's a lot of pressure.

Are you sure he can take it?

What are you trying to prove? My point.

But you don't have to answer.

I'll just wait until I see who you decide to put in front of the camera.

Kasim's kidnappers... What?

You don't think this is connected?

Do you?

When it comes to Israel and Palestine...