Spooks

A special relationship with Russia? Get your head out the Cold War.

Ilya Gavrik, former KGB legend. And your opposite number during your time in Berlin.

He asked for you. It's why you were reinstated.

Britain has been our loyal friend.

But we mustn't let sentimentality stay our hand.

My goodness, diplomacy in action. I know about my mother.

We had Gavrik's wife?

Plans were made for her defection but never came to fruition.

You tell her that her work for you is complete. 'We have to meet.'

Call this number. Wait for ten seconds if the meeting's on, then hang up.

This is a kill order. They're going to move on Gavrik tonight.

We have to deal with Sasha Gavrik.

We can't... Why not? Because he's my son.

Hello?

Calum, work out who has the resources to do this and why.

Dimitri, brief the retrieval team. Get them on the ground

scanning for the laptop tracker. We need it back

and we need it back now!

Calum. You all right?

What have we lost?

There's five mission-critical documents on the hard drive.

Part of our weekly intel-share with Six. They're personnel files.

Five assets. All A-grade or above.

They all work for multinationals, all vital to UK interests.

One of them's relevant to the Partnership. Martha Forde.

A high-level analyst in an oil company that was bought five years ago by a Russian firm.

Didn't take her long to discover the corrupt policies they brought with them...

polluting, bribery, illegal drilling.

But here's where it gets complicated...

Minister Gavrik owns 7%.

Who recruited her? I did. Three years ago.

When she found out, she wanted to blow the whistle.

I convinced her she'd do more good to stay quiet and start working for us. How's her product? Reliable?

Triple A. She'd spy for us even if she wasn't on the payroll.

She believes what she's doing is right.

How very old-fashioned.

That was a red flash from GCHQ.

News organisations are getting anonymous reports that we've lost a computer.

It's already cropping up on the internet.

Mainstream media won't report it, not without confirmation.

Jesus. That's it. Whoever has the laptop claims that they know what's on the hard drive.

They'll decrypt the files one by one, then release them.

They can break my encryption?

Nice one. What was the password? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5? Calum!

We need to pull the assets.

If they're exposed, their lives are at risk. These are valuable grade As.

We extract them only as a last resort.

Ruth, pull what you can from the websites and hand it over to Tariq.

Harry...

did Elena contact you?

Yes, I'm meeting her this afternoon.

What about Sasha?

He threatened you, Harry. We need to talk about him.

No, we don't.

Sasha?

Sasha?

Dead. Poisoned umbrella.

Classic.

Kuzin's given me some pointless new detail.

You're taking over surveillance coordination.

What's the detail? Scanners picked up a suspicious call this morning.

An unregistered mobile phone at our delegation hotel.

It's probably just a staff member forgotten to register their phone with us.

Exactly. They didn't say anything anyway. Ten seconds of silence.

It's a complete waste of time.

I'd complain if I had any pride.

Retrieval teams briefed and deployed.

I want you with them.

We're too late.

John Grogan. Freelance engineer,

works for the Iranian government, who he spies on for us.

Recruited by Ros Myers, now handled by Section A.

His file's all over the net.

He's blown. Contact his handler, get him safe, bring him in.

Barely took three hours to break the first file's encryption. Then the clock's ticking.

We stop this before any other names are released. Erin...

I want Martha Forde to get everything she can on Ilya Gavrik before we pull her out.

We might not get this opportunity again.

We shouldn't tell her she's in danger of exposure,

not until we get the intel. Agreed.

Be ready to extract her at a moment's notice

if her file is released, but don't tell her the truth for now.

We need to keep her focused on getting what we need.

Does that make you uncomfortable?

It wouldn't matter if it did.

Martha Forde. 'Green fields.'

Hello, Mum. Everything OK?

Everything's fine. I just need to talk. Can you get away at lunchtime?

OK.

Which scarf do you mean?

You know, you are weirdly good at this.

Come on, Mum, you're only 63.

'Meeting place five. Midday.'

Yeah.

See you at the weekend.

Harry, who's doing this?

We don't know. But they broke highly sophisticated MI5 encryption,

which would indicate a nation state.

But with no clear demands or motive...

we have to assume it's an attack on MI5 itself.

I know we're spying on them, they know we are, but do you have the faintest conception

of what it might mean if it got out?

For God's sake, Gavrik's not exactly chuffed about the attempt on his life.

How do you think he's going to take a British spy being publicly unmasked in his own bloody company?!

Did I fail in some way to make it clear how vital this partnership is?

Your concern for the assets is touching.

You'll be pleased to hear they're being brought in.

Emotional blackmail, eh, Harry?

Get this squared away.

My waiting room isn't big enough for all the toe-tapping ambassadors.

And if this scares the Russians off...

well...

Do this for me, darling.

Did you make a call?

To Harry Pearce?

What?

I know...

What are you talking about, Sasha?

You're a spy.

You have been for 30 years.

Betraying our country,

my father... since before I was born.

What are you going to do?

Give me the phone. What are you going to do, Sasha?

Look, just give me the phone!

Leave the hotel now.

Don't come back until this evening.

Sasha...

don't put yourself in...

in danger.

You put me in danger when you became a traitor.

Now you're... Now you're making me one too.

Tariq, Grogan's handler called. He hasn't been able to get hold of him

for ten minutes. Trace his phone.

Mr Grogan?

John?

'Dimitri?' Grogan's dead.

Strangled. Recently.

The Iranians got to him before we did.

'I need you to change the crime scene.

'Make it look like a suicide.'

If it's reported as a murder, it'll confirm he's a spy

and take the story straight to the front pages.

'We can't allow that right now.'

He's got other injuries. We'll be found out at the post-mortem.

We have a sympathetic pathologist at the Home Office for times like this.

'I'll send Calum to help.'

Understood.

Call me.

'Hi.'

I heard about that computer. I'm not in it, am I?

'I need you to do something for me.'

Look below you, as if you've dropped something.

'It's a data spike.'

What do you want me to do with it?

'Minister Gavrik, your shareholder. We have a situation developing and urgently need intel on him.

'We need his protected files.

'You just need to log on as Gavrik, and the spike will do the work.'

How long will it take?

It's hard to say - depends on the size of the data.

I'm really not that brave, you know.

'You're a lot braver than you think.'

This could really hurt them, could it?

'Yes. It could. Martha, this is the right thing to do. Trust me.'

All right, then.

Thank you.

You tucked his shirt in?

Might as well look smart.

Here. Go and clean up the blood in the bedroom.

Why do I get all the body fluid jobs? Because you're the new boy.

Gee, why the hurry? Is it pay day already?

The mobile call from the hotel... I traced the number dialled.

J Qualter Ltd. A timber merchant. It must be a shell,

a contact substation. I think someone at that hotel called MI5.

Did you trace the phone? No signal.

Whoever has it must have stripped it or destroyed it.

I'm telling Kuzin now.

Hey, wait, wait, wait.

He'll take this away from you. It's too big.

Now, if we brought in a traitor, ah?

There might be a medal in it.

What do you need a medal for, Sasha Ilyich?

Borrow one of your old man's.

It's against procedure.

Kuzin won't care when we bring the bad guy right to his door.

You rich kids get bored so easily.

24 hours. Then we report it.

See what else you can get on this.

I'll find the mobile.

Key logs will tell us who was in the hotel at the time. Shouldn't be difficult.

Might even be fun.

You go first. Check it's clear.

Turn right, take the far stairs.

I'll meet you by the car in ten minutes.

Come on.

Martha? Andrei, there you are. I...

We need to talk about Buranzal. It'll have to wait.

Do you know Minister Gavrik?

No. Nice to meet you, Minister.

Martha is my best analyst.