Spooks

We're a team. We'll pull together. Give them a chance to rescue you. Please. Don't let them take me.

Your life doesn't matter, neither does mine, hers, his, hers or his.

Adam! I will pursue with vengeance anyone who acts against my people

but I will not risk losing anyone else and nor will you.

I need you.

I need you. No you don't.

Harry! Look at me, you are my outstanding officer. Don't be afraid.

Sometimes we have to give each other up. We just have to.

I don't know what to do this time.

Whichever way somebody's being sentenced to death.

Take me away from them.

Every time we offer our people up as a sacrifice,

well not this time, Harry. Not this time.

You've always been a good person, just help me now.

The whole arm had broke! LAUGHTER

Right guys, I'd like to make a toast, so to Callie Sullivan -

eight pounds, seven ounces, the most beautiful girl, on God's green earth.

Cheers. Cheers... To Callie.

Right, mate, I'm gonna call my wife.

So, good to see you... OK mate.

Thanks for coming. Good to see you again. And you man.

Hey call me tomorrow. Will do.

Take care.

Hey baby, it's me...

Yeah, I've had a couple...

No I promise I won't, I'll sneak in... quiet as a mouse.

I just want to stand there and look at her whilst she's sleeping,

my little girl. See if she's making that funny little face.

Now, bruv, now!

Welcome to the jihad, soldier boy.

Please, read.

I've got a wife...

..and a baby.

A daughter, Callie.

The people you slaughtered were other men's wives and children.

Were you thinking about them when you dropped your filthy bombs?

You don't know what you're talking about.

You don't know anything.

Have you been there... have you ever been where I've been?

Read it.

No.

Read it or you die here and now.

Look, don't you think that I'm not scared?

Read it!

What about my daughter, eh?

If that was all she knew about her dad.

I don't mind her growing up, saying, "My dad was a soldier and he died."

I'd be proud for her to say that.

I won't have her growing up knowing, that I read out

the propaganda for some mad man before they cut off my head.

And posted it on the internet

so's all his mad man mates could toss themselves off over it.

So you wanna show something on the internet, mate?

You show this.

You show me...

..saying, "No."

I'm not gonna read this crap.

I'm just not gonna do it.

PANTING AND RUNNING FOOTSTEPS

'I'll get away from them. I have to.'

'It's just what they do to you.

'It's what they do.

'I'm scared, Adam, I'm so scared.'

'Remember when we first met?'

'I had poise, and gravitas.'

'They're coming for me I can hear them getting ready.'

SOBBING

'They'll pay for this. Don't do this to me.'

SCREAMING

Play dead, just play dead.

'I promise, give them a chance to rescue you.'

'Don't let them take me, Adam.'

Oh.

Stop. You can't hurt her now.

Stop!

Get back, get back.

Get back!

I swear to God I will spill his brains. Get back!

Jo...

That's enough.

That's enough.

That's enough.

Things are very bad with the Russians

at least they're not teetotal like many of our opponents.

Why have they agreed to this spy swap?

Maybe they have a pressing need for their man Boklov.

In this case the return package is so much of a prize,

we don't need to worry over much.

I assume you trust the new man in London? Insofar as...

Let's just see if Kachimov keeps his word on the exchange.

It's a sign of his status that he's able to authorise it.

I assume we've got a player in Moscow going through his back pages.

An officer called Rangefinder.

Any good? Above competent I'd say.

Jo.

Go to her. The exchange...

It's fine. You're the only person she really trusts.

Jo?

I still see Boscard, hear him.

You'll never see or hear from Boscard again. Nobody will.

I feel like...

nothing matters,

I don't matter.

Patience has never been one of my strong points

and all this traumatised running is starting to really annoy me.

No, that's good. That's good.

The day you get soppy this country will be in grave danger.

'With their families, after a six month tour of duty in Afghanistan.

'The reunion was particularly emotional for one soldier.'

'Yeah. Yeah it's good to be back home for a bit. See the family.

'This is actually my second tour, so yeah.

'Yeah I mean it's great timing too,

'I'm about to become a dad...'

No...

No...

No! Get off me, what are you doing? Shhhh.

If this isn't him, Eduard, this'll be the shortest walk you ever took.

Hello, Harry.

Welcome home, Lucas, how are you feeling?

Fine... good.

Cold.

Welcome to London, Arkady.

Of course, you'll be working hard to replace the spy we're sending home.

Isn't that the dance?

You look after Lucas, now he's home.

He's weak, he's tired.

You tell him, "Eat broccoli."

I think he's suffered enough, don't you?

You know when you sent Lucas to Moscow, he paid an appalling price.

You might wish to ensure such a thing does not happen again in the near future.

Is this a message, Arkady, or merely a homily?

I am making conversation like an Englishman.

How did they treat you?

Sometimes well.

Sometimes not.

They told me, I could come home if I spied for them.

What did you say?

I said yes.

Do you think we can stop for some fish and chips? I've got a craving.

Adam Carter. Lucas North.

Welcome home. Thank you.

Chip? Cheers.

Lucas North, I presume. Welcome back. Thank you.

Connie. Connie James. Connie James? The stuff of legend.

The stuff of nightmares, possibly.

Malcolm!

Good to see you. How's your mum?

Adam, how's Jo?

Oh, she's very well. Very well.

You look, er...

Is there anything I can get for you? Hot soup?

No, I had chips. Thanks. But I tell you what, though.

I haven't had a decent cup of tea in eight years.

What?

Is it really eight years?

Oh, it flew by! These Russian prisons are like holiday camps,

they've got mattresses and everything.

I know you're exhausted. But would you mind

waiting a moment before we begin the initial debriefing? Of course.

How is he? Who can tell?

Damaged.

Broken? I don't know.

You did everything you could. You got him back.

How about our friends from the KGB? FSB.

Still maintaining that a resurgent Russia is no threat to us,

that the Kremlin's intentions toward the West

are both honourable and peaceful.

Still denying the slide into another Cold War.

After the handover, I had a little, "getting to know you" chat with their new man in London.

Arkady Kachimov. He dropped a few hints.

What kind of hints? Sniffing after possible MI5 assets in Moscow.

I'm concerned he knows Rangefinder's after him. He was fishing. Possibly.

Possibly, it was a genuine warning.

If Kachimov knows about him, it makes Russia a dangerous place.

You need to consider Rangefinder blown. Pull him out of Moscow.

I think you may be right.

Ben! Get Harry!

Sorry. But, er...I think we might be in for a long night.

Connie.

Contact Rangefinder. Burn the Moscow operation.

'What's your status Rangefinder?' Active.

I'm about to acquire some FSB documents which appertain

to a high level Russian asset being sent into play in London.

I have the asset's codename Tranquility.

The dossier will give me the rest including Tranquility's identity.

Things are getting tetchy with the Russians. Consider your operation burned.

I've been here six months, I'm five minutes away

from my biggest hit so I make this rendezvous.

Negative Rangefinder. Pull out.

I'll go in quick and I'll be out quicker.

Hold off, Control and let me do my job.

Remembrance Sunday must be cancelled.

It is an affront to the Muslim brothers

and sisters murdered by infidel forces in Iraq and Afghanistan.

If the media fails to run this story

and Remembrance Sunday is not cancelled...

..then the head of this infidel will be sent to his wife and child.

Who is he? Private Andrew Sullivan. Andy.

Second Battalion, Royal York regiment.

Home on leave from Afghanistan. This is in London?