Spooks

We're getting into bed with Russia.

If we want this friendship to succeed,

we must put the past behind us.

Elena wasn't just an asset, we were lovers.

Sasha? Because he's my son.

You're totally compromised with the Gavriks.

You can't expect complete trust from Harry. He can't even give that to himself.

What brings you to London? Your deal with the Russians. How did you find out about that?

I think I've figured out a way to get the proof against Jim Coaver. Tell me it's clean and simple.

We'd need Elena and Sasha.

The CIA want to destroy the Partnership between our two countries before it's even signed.

This is an attack on both our nations.

She's a deniable asset for a Central Intelligence Agency.

Coaver sent her to kill you.

24 hours, Jim, then I'm coming after you.

We'll create a new role for you.

Tell me to stay and I will.

Go as soon as you can. I don't want you involved in what's coming.

PHONE RINGS

It's Sasha.

We need to talk.

Today.

So what are you doing about Jim Coaver? It's being taken care of.

That's what you came to ask me?

What happened with my mother in Berlin?

Whenever I ask her, she won't talk about it.

Changes the subject.

Elena didn't want to go back to Moscow with your father.

She begged me to extract her from Berlin.

But you didn't.

You abandoned her!

No! I was fully prepared to extract her.

We packed up the whole station.

As far as I was concerned, we were gonna collect her from the exit point at Treptower Park.

But Jim had other plans.

He said Elena's defection would compromise an ongoing operation

and possibly endanger the lives of innocent civilians.

He would kill me rather than allow that to happen.

But why did Coaver do it? He was protecting his agents.

For him, Elena was just another burned asset.

And what was she to you?

A loss.

You could have tried again?

Taken her from Moscow somehow.

Sasha, I understand your need for answers. But what's done is done.

And leave Jim Coaver to me. He has more recent sins to atone for.

Besides, would you have really wanted to have grown-up British?

I would have wanted what my mother wanted.

Sasha.

You called.

Our American friend is scheduled to fly to Rotterdam at 11am.

Right, that decides it. We take Jim Coaver.

Do we have any official authorisation for this?

From the Home Secretary, for example? Sadly, no.

Did we even try?

We did not. We assumed it would be futile.

What about Ruth? She must have him tied round her little finger by now.

Ruth's official title is security adviser to the Home Office.

She'll be liaising between them and us. She won't be disappearing.

Speaking of Ruth, are we gonna do anything? Bowling could be fun.

I'm sorry, we're about to kidnap a CIA Officer.

Why are we discussing Ruth's leaving do?

Erin's right, but I will take responsibility for whatever happens.

However, if anyone feels they can not fully commit to this operation...

Good. Calum, you're on mobile comms. Dimitri, I'll need you in a suit.

'Alpha Three, his car's arrived.'

Roger that.

RINGING

The driver's calling Coaver's phone.

No sign of security. You're clear to go.

PHONE RINGS

'Good morning, Mr Francis. Your car's waiting for you.'

Target's cover name is Francis.

Car for Francis? That's me.

Let's go.

He's in the foyer.

'In position.'

Mr Francis?

Yes. Thank you.

Right.

What the hell is this?

Morning, Jim. You leaving the country? Yeah, I'm going to the Hague.

Oh, you've got to be kidding.

I'm afraid you may have to postpone your mini-break.

Calum.

Ruth.

Back already?

Where is everyone?

Um... not sure.

Where's Harry?

Hey, you're the boss. Nobody tells me anything.

No. I'm not anyone's boss.

Listen, I'd better...

Sure.

PHONE RINGS

Home Secretary.

Are you with Harry?

'Er... no. Why?'

One of the CIA's bods didn't turn up for a flight.

They think he's been kidnapped. Or worse.

Do you know the officer's name? Yes, I've got it here.

It's James Jeffrey Coaver. They're quite het up about it.

Some American foetus just said he'd get medieval on my backside, whatever that means.

Can you shed any light?

Not currently. But, um... I'll see what I can do.

Calum? You remember how I said I wasn't your boss?

RINGING

Ruth.

Harry, what are you doing?

By your tone, I'd say you already know.

Then let him go before it's too late.

I'll take the consequences if I'm wrong.

How did you sell it to Erin and Dimitri?

That this is about justice for Tariq?

This is about Elena Gavrik and you know it.

You're still in love with her. And it's clouding your judgement.

I have to go.

Then I have to tell Towers what I know.

So be it.

Whoever that was, Hal, you should've listened to them.

You Brits!

Who do you think formulates CIA policy? Scooby-Doo?

The only reason we give a rat's ass about your country

is because you let it be a breeding ground for fanatics.

Are we happy that you're cuddling up to the Russians? No.

It's one more foot hole in Europe for them.

But if we wanted to stop you,

we wouldn't have to resort to scare tactics to do it.

That includes taking out your office boy.

Tariq was a bit more than that.

No offence.

Some taken.

So you don't know this woman?

No.

Do you often solicit girls from parked cars?

Is that a trick question?

I will speak to you alone.

Harry has kidnapped a CIA Officer?

Yes.

Do you know where he's taken him?

Yes.

Ruth, you're my adviser.

Advise me.

All right.

I'm acquainted with this woman.

She's not CIA, she's a private contractor, Israeli-trained.

Nom de guerre is Veronica Duran.

What's your business with her?

We use Duran for deniable ops in the UK.

That's why I was meeting with her.

Now if you think she's connected to this other stuff,

that is a matter of concern for both of us.

Don't you ever get tired of lying, Jim?

What?

Two days ago, Elena contacted you. She arranged to meet you.

You turn up near the meeting point, this woman approaches your car.

You talk. Straight after you leave, she attempts to kill Elena.

Now whoa, whoa, whoa! It was Duran, she fixed up the meeting place.

She had information for me, she told me, and I left.

Are you telling me, after that, she tried to kill Elena Gavrik?

I don't believe you! God damnit, Harry, if that's true, it's gotta be a set-up.

What have I done to earn your distrust?

I lie when I have to.

But I consider you a friend.

And you remember,

I have sat on everything I know about you

and Elena Gavrik for 30 years.

In our business, that practically makes me a saint.

I think that's the least you could do.

Oh, oh, I see.

You still blame me for that, huh?

Well, you believe what you need to believe, Harry.

What's that supposed to mean?

We lied to her, then we left her to rot.

Yeah, you see, I can't feel guilty about that.

Lying is how we turn people. That's what we do.

Falling in love with them, that's the cardinal sin.

Harry, we've got a problem.

Sir Harry Pearce?

Yes? Agent Lindsey Glenn, CIA.

We have reason to believe that you're holding one of our directors, Mr James Coaver, against his will.

Is that correct, sir? He's helping us with an inquiry, yes.

Mr Coaver has diplomatic status.

It's an offence to hold him without charge. Please surrender him into our custody.

If you don't comply immediately, we will use force.

Erin.

Mr Coaver.

Well, the cavalry's here, huh? Are you all right, sir?

Yeah.

You are? Glenn, sir. Special Activities Division.

SAD, huh? Well, that makes me feel important.

All right, Agent Glenn, at ease.

Maybe this situation isn't as bad as it seems.

I have orders to get you back to the Embassy.

Safely. Pearce is now regarded as a rogue officer.

Fine. So let's go.

This was a pretty dumb move, Harry.

I'll smooth things over.

And we'll figure this mess out.

Together.