Spooks

I always liked you Harry...

Your sure moral sense...

Thing is, though, that kind of certainty limits a man...

keeps him small.

Betrayal is a cancer. Let it eat your soul...

not mine.

Marry me, Ruth. I can't, Harry.

We couldn't be more together than we are right now.

My name isn't Lucas North. Damn you!

Time for someone else to stand on the wall. This isn't you talking.

Come and meet me.

He blames you, Harry. He'll kill you.

It's my turn.

If you're going to shoot me, shoot me now.

Shoot me now.

The buzzards are circling. You're the spy they want to kick back into the cold.

I'd start preparing for life after MI5.

Sir... Yes?

We're here.

Thank you.

Apologies for giving you the run-around this morning,

flattered as I am to be deemed worthy of a three-man unit.

It was just two officers.

Oh, yes. My mistake.

Sir.

Good luck today.

Sir Harry Pearce,

Over the last three days, this tribunal has had a full account

of your involvement in the Albany matter.

And the charges made against you are of the utmost severity.

The facts are not in dispute.

You traded a state secret to a foreign power

for the life of an officer with whom you have a personal relationship.

My personal relationships are not relevant.

Excuse me? I had a choice to make,

between two of this nation's intelligence assets...

the Albany deterrent and Ms Evershed.

There was a risk I would lose Albany.

But I knew the technology was worthless...

of little value to the nation.

My assessment of Ms Evershed was the reverse.

I've prepared a report...

detailing her key role in several Security Service operations.

The discovery of the 2009 Birmingham plot,

saving the life of a former section chief from far-right terrorists,

sacrificing her own freedom to ensure mine.

Hello. Her work has saved many lives,

often at grave cost to herself.

I did not put a personal relationship above our security.

The Home Secretary... I made an operational decision in the nation's interest.

Please excuse me.

The tribunal needs more time to examine your submissions.

In light of the eight weeks enforced leave that you have already had,

it seems unwise to further waste your expertise while we deliberate.

However, any return to work must be on a probationary basis.

Deviation from protocol will result in immediate suspension.

Erin Watts has been sitting in your seat.

You are required to retain her as section chief.

Do you accept the terms?

I serve my country in whatever capacity asked of me.

Someone jammed the guillotine.

Yes, whoever it was,

no doubt they'll want me to do something in return.

Dimitri heard from Six in Senegal this morning.

They found Lucas North's remains.

They were where John Bateman said they'd be.

I've had two months to go over it.

I can't figure out why he wanted me on that rooftop.

I think he wanted forgiveness.

So, can I see that report?

Not while I still draw breath.

No, ma'am.

I've been arguing for a long time we need to do something, er...

decisive about the situation there.

Britain has been our loyal friend,

but we can't let sentimentality stay our hand.

Not when action so clearly needs to be taken.

Absolutely.

I'll be on the next flight to London.

Thank you, ma'am.

Do I have you to thank, Home Secretary,

for intervening in my tribunal?

Of course it was me, Harry.

Who else is as fond of you?

Unfortunately, I could only

get you a stay of execution, not the full pardon.

They want you out, Harry. They'll get their way eventually.

No surprises.

I'm aware I have not played nicely with the other children.

Would it have killed you to pick up a golf club?

It may well have done, yes.

Well, pragmatism wins out for the moment.

We need our best security people now more than ever.

Bin Laden's death wasn't quite the panacea we'd all hoped for.

You've seen the recent JIC reports?

Yes. And for once, they've got it right.

If the turmoil in the Middle East sees hardline Islamists taking power,

we face a nightmare scenario.

If we do nothing and your nightmare scenario comes to pass

Britain will be the whipping boy.

We struggle to defend ourselves as it is, but...

if they have the backing of governments...

Is there a long-term strategy?

Yes, we reposition ourselves.

Start winning friends and influencing people.

Particularly the new big boys,

China, Russia, India, Brazil...

and, Harry, that includes your side of things.

Share our expertise. Build relationships.

I'm an intelligence officer. Not a diplomat.

We're all going to have to be diplomats in the new age, Harry.

Sir Harry.

Welcome back.

Erin Watts, I presume.

I hear you decommissioned Beth Bailey.

Her conduct during the Westhouse operation,

her links with the drug cartel, were unacceptable.

I expect higher standards.

It's an honour to serve in Section D, sir.

I've studied your career.

Just call me Harry.

I wouldn't associate too closely with me if I were you.

You're on the fast track to great things.

I'm on the opposite trajectory, wouldn't want any dirt to rub off.

Thank you for your concern.

But I've no interest in being a politician.

Excuse me.

Ruth,

I'd like to see any communiques that came in for me, please.

She'll loosen up after a few years.

How was your, um... break?

At one particularly dark moment, I actually considered gardening.

She's altered my bloody chair. It took me 10 years to get that right.

Well, I'll get Q branch to have a look at it.

You expecting something? Yes.

Who processed this?

Er...

I don't know. I...

Who processed this?

Calum Reed. Nice to meet you.

You filed it low priority?

Er, yeah.

It was sent to a defunct Five PO Box,

from former cut-out, Max Witt, codenamed Sharecropper.

Active during the '70s and '80s. Worked for us out of London and East Berlin.

I decoded it, nonsense. The guy had Alzheimer's.

Had?

Yeah. Died three days ago.

Sorry, did you know him?

Give me the abridged version.

Just said he needed to meet you.

He was 71.

Hadn't worked for us for 20 years.

Low priority, was I wrong?

No.

Just young.

What?

I think he likes me.

'Harry?'

Tariq.

Tell Calum to find out where they're holding Max Witt's body.

'I want a post-mortem.' Will do.

Max Witt.

Cold War cut-out.

MI6 officer.

Codenamed Sharecropper.

Murdered some time during the last 72 hours.

He was force-fed an overdose of his medication.

He'd been trying to contact me, first with the message here,

and then another to my home asking me to check a dead drop he used to use.

It had this message from Max.

What I'm about to tell you exceeds all your security clearances...

so, you didn't hear it from me.

Ilya Andreevich Gavrik.

Former KGB legend,

oligarch,

and Russia's new minister for international development.

And your opposite number in Berlin.

This is Elena Gavrik, Ilya's wife,

former MI6 asset, Codenamed Tourmaline.

She communicated via Max,

and became the best Soviet source of the whole 1980s.

We had Gavrik's wife?

CIA Deputy Director James Coaver.

We were stationed together in Berlin.

Jim and I turned her in '81, when I was with Six.

This is Cold War stuff. How come it isn't declassified?

Well, Tourmaline was never exposed, never extracted.

She's still in Russia with Gavrik.

Why?

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

If Max meant she was in danger of exposure,

the fallout will be catastrophic.

The wife of a senior Russian cabinet minister,

exposed as a Western spy.

Relations with the Kremlin would simply cease.

We need to find out what Max knew.

And why it got him killed.

Whatever this is, it can go no further.

Ok, Ruth, find out whatever you can about Ilya and Elena Gavrik.