The Fixer

in Helmand&

And the truth

They were murdered by a heroin trafficker

for trying to wreck his crop. Sorry.

Afghanistan's a little off my patch

We're certain that he's British and operates from the UK.

We need to deal with him.

Can't do anything public.

Can't let the muesli brigade get hold of this.

And the only way that these boys get justice

is if you step up to the penalty spot.

The answer's still no.

You're MI6 - you deal with it.

Don't you think you owe me?

For Mercer disobeying my request in prison.

You know, it's a strange thing...

that some debts bother me less than others.

Len...let me put this another way...

Bowland is gone...

and a lot of people never accepted the need for a deniable unit.

They've been waiting for something like this to happen

and they can't wait to take you down.

So unless you are willing to win a few new friends...

..your future is looking very brief.

Hold tight for the rewind!

Turn the music down, Calum! Down?!

I'm in the middle of a mix, mate!

I'm on a musical voyage. I'm going out to the edge of the...

You can't prove it was me. Open your mouth.

You're overreacting, John.

Stop eating my stuff!

Girls, girls... Final warning.

You need to find an outlet for that anger, mate.

Perhaps this'll help.

His name's Gideon Stone.

Until recently, nobody knew anything about him.

Rumours were starting, though, about a new Mr Big in the drugs trade.

Then three months ago, he turns up in Afghanistan,

having reinvented himself as the biggest wholesaler in the UK heroin market.

Now there's this. Stone's different.

He handles everything. From the poppy crop through to transport trucks...

..right down to the Turkish dealers in London.

His number one is Hakan Celil.

He made this two weeks ago and sent it to army intelligence

as a warning to leave his operation alone.

Tell me we're not going to touch this.

Times are tricky, Rose.

Vultures are circling. We need allies.

But we don't need to be doing dirty work for some jumped-up public schoolboy. This time we do.

You're the one who said you wouldn't touch Symmonds with a barge pole.

And I wouldn't.

But whoever Gideon Stone is, I'm very keen to meet him.

That's him. He's the one running Stone's distribution?

Yeah. Hakan.

You think you can handle it? Of course.

Well, if you're not out in five minutes, I'm coming in.

Calum's in.

As soon as you getting sighting of Stone, call.

And do I have final orders of what to do if we find him?

Just follow and observe. Just watch him, John. Nothing else.

We need to know how he operates.

Boys...

What can I do for you, Calum?

Responsibilities, Hakan.

My John Travolta days are over.

From now on it's about going out there and showing I can provide.

Sources tell me you're the man with the product everybody wants. Maybe.

Why the hell would I do business with you?

Easy, lads.

You'd better take a seat.

Now let's see if he meets with Stone.

What was it Bowland said about Symmonds?

Beware of admirers?

Hold your nerve, Rose. Mercer knows what he's doing.

He was in my regiment.

The first one of us to get his stripes.

Wrote to me in prison once.

John...

This better be good.

That's only half of what they want.

Who's they? This kid called Calum.

Thinks he's a player. I think we can milk him.

So he just walked in and dumped the money on your desk. Yeah.

Right.

You sure you weren't followed? Absolutely.

Get the other half and we've got a deal.

That's him. That's Stone.

What are you doing? I'm gonna take him out.

We're supposed to be watching them. The plan has changed.

You haven't got a sniper rifle.

Then I'd better get closer, hadn't I? John!

Wait here.

Who sent you?

Three dead soldiers.

Whoever Stone is, he's had military training.

What are you going to say to Lenny and Rose? Symmonds is lying.

Stone's more than just a dealer. Soldier!

John! John!

John... Shit!

John! Come on, come on. Got to get you in.

It's all right, mate! We're nearly there! Stay with me, mate!

Get him in. We need to get him to hospital.

Just get him in.

John, can you walk? Can you walk?

Rose!

Calum? Get her out of here!

What's happened? Just go, babe, please!

OK. Careful.

He needs a hospital, Lenny. Doctor's coming here.

Lie down. We can't just fix him up here!

The doctor's coming here!

Hi.

I know, I know. Just... Just see what you can do. OK.

Calum...

Calum, get cleaned up.

It's all right, John. It's all right now.

You're in safe hands.

So what the hell was she doing here?

It gets hectic up there. I gave her a key.

Well, you go round there and you tell her she saw nothing.

Make sure he tries everything before he leaves.

How is he?

9mm rounds.

I saw a lot of these in the army.

These came out easily enough.

But the third one is lodged in his brachial plexus.

It's a vital nerve centre.

Operating under these conditions, I'd risk paralysing him completely.

So what if we took him to hospital?

They might have been able to do something if you'd taken him there immediately.

The bullet will either work itself out or it won't.

And if it doesn't?

He'll lose his arm or he'll die of an infection.

I'll see myself out.

Come to pay your respects?

I've come for answers. About what?

Gideon Stone.

According to you, a complete unknown,

but according to us, a trained army professional.

I'm sorry, Lenny. You don't seem to be on the same page.

All right, why don't I walk over there and tell Tommy Clifton's mother who really killed him?

All right, why don't I walk over there and tell Tommy Clifton's mother who really killed him?

And that I'm the man you've hired to deal with it?

It'd be worth it just to wipe that smug grin off your face.

Gideon Stone is ex-SAS. I gathered that much.

This stuff is classified, Lenny - I didn't have to tell you any of it.

Apparently he was tasked to the MI6 in Afghanistan

to help co-ordinate local opposition to the Taliban.

God knows who was running him but they had no idea how cosy he'd got with the poppy growers.

Three months ago, he deserted and turned to trafficking.

And your solution was to tell me some sob story about British soldiers not getting justice?

And your solution was to tell me some sob story about British soldiers not getting justice?

All that is true.

Look, unless someone does deal with him,

more soldiers are going to get killed on his fields

and more of his cheap smack will flood into London.

OK, I've thrown you a curve ball.

But unless you send it into the stands...

Stone will wreak havoc that'll make this...

..look like a garden fete.

How long have I been sleeping? Days.

I'm sick of doing your shift on the cleaning rota.

Eugh!

It's fine, it's fine - I'll deal with it.

I know what you're going to say, Lenny.

Oh, do you, do you?

Good, because if you ever disobey me again,

then I shall tell Calum not to bother bringing you back!

Lenny!

The only mistake I made was not getting the first shot.

John, you've got to take it easy.

You've still got a bullet in your shoulder. What?

Well, why didn't you get me to hospital?

Because in case you've forgotten, we don't exist.

Doctors report gunshot wounds.

So the bullet stays in until it comes out or I die of gangrene?

I'd have more sympathy for you if you hadn't brought it upon yourself.

As it is, we're gonna have to pick up the slack to get the scumbag.

That's why you two are going after her: Talia Jade, Stone's wife.

Symmonds is lying to us.

Get into Stone's house and find out what's really going on.

I bet they didn't teach you that in cop school.

Now for my party trick.

He's just lying there, brooding.

So anything you can do to get him out of bed, do.

Perfect.

What are you doing?

Mind over matter.

If you can put a pair of these on, you can work that bullet out your shoulder.

They'd love you on the NHS.

Come on...you can do this.

Let me see if I can help you.

This is agony for you, isn't it? What?

The Florence Nightingale routine.

I can be nurturing, when I want to be.

When Stone fired those bullets, I thought that was it.

Yeah, but it wasn't. You're still here.