That's Mr Ryan Walker leaving the NATO conference
to go AWOL with the Russian Foreign Minister.
No official car. No PPOs.
And no Special Adviser, Melissa Morris.
Does Ryan often go AWOL?
Does he shut you out of things?
That's not why I got into politics.
Why are you working with Ryan Walker, then?
There is always room for someone like you in our office.
Can we leave the cross-questioning to the journalists, please?
Your colleagues say to me that you should resign.
I won't be resigning any time soon.
Did you leak my meeting with
- Dimitri Krimsov to the press? - No.
Do not meddle with the democratic process.
It is my great pleasure to announce my campaign
to be the next leader of our party and of our great country.
The man in the Merc was Lev Amatov,
our cuddly British oligarch.
There's plenty of dirty money in Montenegro, you know.
Why would Imogen accept
a 200-grand donation from a man like Lev Amatov?
She spent an awful lot of time
- horsing around with her aide. - Joshua Long?
Do you think Imogen's ever been unfaithful?
No, not that I know of. Why?
What, a sex video of Imogen Conrad?
How do you know it's gonna leak?
I don't. Been tipped off that it might.
When did you last hear from Echo?
It's possible Moscow knows we're watching Igor.
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Your little Lenochka was spying on us.
Can you authorise a team to extract her?
It's too risky, Kate.
I'm not leaving her there, Rose.
I'm really sorry, but I have to go away again tomorrow.
It's a potentially hostile environment.
Everything is in place.
Now you are going to find out what Henderson knows.
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- 'Sorry.' - No need.
I told you it was your choice.
'Sorry that I'm late. I made the cab stop for a coffee.'
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You're a good girl, Lena.
Going to morning mass.
Right?
Say it for mic.
I'm a good girl going to morning mass.
Perfect. Let's go.
Clear sky.
OK...
- 'How's the weather?' - It's still cloudy here.
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- ETA? - Minutes.
I hope.
Hostile in church.
- _ - Yes.
Get in! All right.
We're in business. Clear sky.
Exit street clear
but assume hostile still in church.
In position and clear.
Amber position in five.
Car approaching.
Market place location.
Car parked in the usual place.
Lena.
You know what to do.
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Eyes on Echo. She's on the approach.
Possible tail, blue shirt.
Oui, bonjour. J'appelle Sylvia.
Tail has dropped off.
Second tail. Red baseball cap, on foot.
Following her up Republic.
Confirm tail two.
'Green positions.'
Take out tail two in five seconds.
Lena. Come on, I've got you.
Get in.
Fuck.
You're safe.
Come on! Come on, come on.
Fuck!
Oh, fuck.
'Are you all right? The team?'
Yeah. We made it to Sicily.
I'm sorry.
'I know what it's like to lose an agent.'
We'll talk when you're back.
Hello, you.
Looks like you've been in a war.
- I have. - What, something bad happened?
- I lost someone. - Oh, my love.
I'm so sorry.
So am I.
What, do you wanna... do you wanna talk about it?
Can you talk about it?
No.
But you OK?
- I'm alive. - Yeah.
Come here. Come here.
There you go.
All right. Got you now.
You look rested.
Ditto.
I've got something to show you.
I've found the Russian ops team.
They flew Moscow to Istanbul on their real passports
the day before we arrived in Malta.
Used three different credit cards,
but they're all linked to the same billing address,
which is a known SVR back office.
- Well, they're not as clever as they think. - No.
No, I figured they'd switch to aliases once they got to Istanbul,
so I looked up anyone who paid in cash.
Simonov, Smirnov.
Palachnikov, Kuznetsov.
That's more than stupid. That's totally reckless.
- What is? - They travelled on old aliases.
It's unheard of for Moscow Centre
to take risks using worn passports.
- Unless you're in a massive rush. - Yeah.
So... bottom line.
They didn't know about our op until the day before yesterday.
Which means someone must have tipped them off about Echo.
- Yeah. Who? - Someone who knows about our op.
- Can you send this to Zak and Rose? - Yeah.
- Do you want a coffee? - Er, no, I'm good, thanks.
I warned you that going back might end in disaster.
I know you did.
We spent all night swimming in a river of Maltese ministry shit.
Next time we trigger a shoot-out around church-going civilians,
they'd rather we asked first!
I'm sorry.
But shouldn't they be blaming the Russians?
I know you wanted to save your agent.
But you were lucky to get out alive.
It wasn't just luck, Zak.
Can't we just agree this proves Moscow was trying to stop
our op to protect their asset in London?
Go on.
Igor rushed his team out on well-known aliases,
ignoring all their protocols.
That's a man that's desperate to protect a high-stakes operation.
You think he found out we bugged his villa. How?
Well, why would he be moving an ops team out in such a panic?
So he was tipped off?
- I think so. - From London?
It's a possibility.
And their aim was to kill you as well as Echo?
Reduce the Russia Desk to ground zero?
It's crude, but they might think it was worth it
if their London op was big enough, which it is.
It's a possibility.
But let's say Moscow fed you the idea
that they've got an asset here in the Cabinet.
Isn't this exactly what they'd do?
Set you up, aim close.
A near miss, just enough to make you believe
they were trying to kill you.
Or they were trying to take me out
to stop my op and get their asset into Downing Street.
It's plausible. We have to acknowledge that.
Look, this isn't just about what happened in Valletta.
Rav and I have found credible grounds
for suspecting both Ryan Walker and Imogen Conrad.
What? Are you serious?
The PM expressly forbade us
from investigating his ministers.
- I know, but I had to... - No buts! Jesus, Kate.
When you breach a direct order from the PM,
you put the entire service in jeopardy!
- He didn't leave us any choice! - He's the Prime Minister!
I will have to take this upstairs.
To the Foreign Secretary?
Right now, there's a strong chance
he'll be the next Prime Minister, Zak.
But a slim one he's a Russian asset.
And if he is, then it'll be too late to do anything about this.
Our democracy is more important than your suspicions.
We need to get Echo, Lena's brother, out of Russia.
We owe him that much at least.
I wasn't going to tell you today.
Our team lost Alexei in St Petersburg.
- Lost him? - Moscow got there first.
I'm sorry.
You did all you could.
But right now, we've got bigger problems.
We do if Zak keeps sidelining my intelligence.
If he won't do it, then I will talk to Sir Alan and...
and the PM myself.
You cannot go behind his back.
You're in enough trouble as it is,
and you're not thinking straight.
- You need time to process everything. - What time?
In a few days, we might have a Russian asset running the country.
For all we know, Igor's tip-off about Lena came from our side.
Get some rest. Then we'll talk.
He must resign, Anushka.
- But he won't, will he? - He must.
He met with our political enemy off the books,
without his protection officers or officials present.
That's the kind of naked corruption
we expect from the opposition.
It's inexplicable, and it's inexcusable.
So just to be clear,
are you accusing the Foreign Secretary
of collusion with the Kremlin?
I'm saying he has no principles,
and that populist rhetoric he's spouting
could have been written in Moscow.
- He's not fit for public office. - And what about you?
If you behaved inappropriately, would you resign?
I've not met with the Russian Foreign Minister
- off the record, have I? - That wasn't my question.
I'm trying to understand what your moral code is in the case of...
No, no. I'm sorry, Anushka.
I'm not gonna engage in hypotheticals.
Fucking ITV. They're worse than the Beeb.
What the hell was that "moral code" bullshit all about?
She was just trying to get under your skin.
Yeah, but with what? Felt like she had something on me.
No. Trust me,
if they thought they had anything on you, I would know about it.
Did you find out whether Kate and her team
were looking into this Krimsov business?
Nope. I haven't asked. And she wouldn't tell me anyway.
Come on. Unsupervised contact
with the Russian Foreign Minister in the middle of a war?
Yeah, I agree, it fucking stinks.
Yeah, so can't she throw us a crumb?
If we knew Ryan was being investigated by SIS,
we could finally drive a stake through his heart.
Listen, I am not gonna push her on it.
She's under enough pressure as it is, OK?
With what?
- She can't say, can she? - And the alternative is what?
Ryan as Prime Minister?
Look, if we give the nod
that SIS are investigating Ryan's links with Moscow,
then it will land on Kate, won't it?
- I can't do it. I'm sorry, I can't. - All right.
Well, call all the cabinet SPADs.
You tell them Meg, Ted and I
are gonna release a joint statement tonight
calling for Ryan's resignation.
If we can get enough ministers to join us,
he'll have to resign.
- OK. - All right.
He's got no further comments.
Mel, is he gonna resign?
What do you think?
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Can you get that?
I don't want my morning face everywhere.
- Shit. - What's up?
Mylar might be headed for administration.
They just fired John.
Does it mention your investment?
No, thank God.
Please tell me you are bringing some good news this morning, Melissa.
I could really, really do with it.
I came to tell you I'm resigning.
Now? In the middle of my campaign?
I'm sorry. I just don't think our values align any more.
I assume you value honesty.
- Absolutely. - Good.
So did you tell the press about Ryan's meeting with Krimsov?
Of course I didn't.
I'm glad to hear it,
because nobody in Whitehall wants to hire a snitch.
Resignation accepted, then.
Maybe it's for the best.
Well, good luck.
I really hope it's a fair fight.
This is politics, there's nothing fair about it.
What, like ruining Imogen Conrad's life?
Oh, for... I'm not gonna use the video, Melissa.
He means we've got no idea what you're talking about.
But in case there's any doubt,
remember you're still bound by the NDA in your contract.
Tell me something.
Did Dmitri Krimsov really lose a child?
- Or did you make it up to save face? - Get out!
Oh, God.
It's OK. It's OK. It's OK.
We'll, erm...
We'll survive. I just need to weather this Mylar clusterfuck!
- Can't your dad help you out again? - I don't know. I don't know.
Maybe. I don't know. I just...
Sorry. It's just... It's just a lot, all at once.
Do people really think we'd use our son
as a get-out-of-jail-free card?
No. No. Come on.
Of course they don't.
You know I suffer too.
You've got a funny way of showing it.
Well, I had to put the story to bed.
- When we're in Number Ten... - That's your dream, it's not mine.
Well, we agreed it'd be a new chapter for us both.
Did we?
Or did you just assume that
we'd stumble on in the service of your career?
You know I'll wait.
For what?
For you to come back.
At least you've got your ambition.
That's something to hold on to.
I said I'd help to try to get us there.
Then we can think again.
So you'd better go and butter up your dad.
I've spoken to every single SPAD.
All of their ministers are complete cowards, bar none.
Thank you very much.
So, as of now,
all we have is you, Meg and dear old Ted.
Now, trust me...
three cabinet resignations does not a rebellion make.
Tell them if Ryan wins, he's gonna clean the stables.
So most of them won't have jobs... or a party to speak of.
Well, we definitely need more than three of you.
OK, try them again.
I'll call some of the principals myself.
We'll tell them Meg, Ted and I are gonna come out
just before the News At Ten tonight.
OK.
We need to know why Lev Amatov
wanted Imogen at the Montenegro conference.
'Right, and who she was hanging out with.'
According to Angela White, she was "horsing around" with Joshua Long.
'OK, so maybe he was the go-between?'
Or the honeytrap. Maybe Lev has some kind of hold on her,
and Long could be the reason why.
I'll see you later.
- Kate Henderson. - Yes.
Hi. I'm Joshua Long. How are you? You wanted to see me?
- Yes, I'm sorry to bother you. - It's all right.
- I work for the Foreign Office. - Yeah.
I wanted to have a word with you
about your time working with Imogen Conrad.
What did Stuart tell you about it?
This has got nothing to do with him.
Oh, well, I left politics last year.
So I'm not sure how much help I can really be.
Not even in the interest of national security?
Right.
Let's start with your visit to Montenegro.
What about it?
Well, it's been alleged that you and Imogen were having an affair there.
What? Who the fuck told you that?
Who are you really?
SIS.
I've never been unfaithful in my marriage,
let alone with Imogen.
So why did you leave her office shortly after the trip?
Lev Amatov had been sniffing around her for a while.
He was the one who invited her to the conference.
- Why did he want her there? - No idea.
He kept her pretty busy with meet and greets,
so I wasn't invited.
After Stuart got ill,
I was the one who had to sit through all the conference talks,
which was a pointless exercise.
So this alleged affair...
Yeah, I've told you all I know.
So I've gotta go now.
- Well, if you "remember" anything else, just... - Yeah.
you know how to find me, yeah?
Jamie's come good.
That's six Cabinet rebels with a cause. Melissa?
Are you selling some intel, or are you suing for peace?
I've resigned.
Welcome to the Ryan Resistance Movement.
Please tell me you've got some dynamite in that bag.
Got some information, but... you're not gonna like it.
OK. Spit it out. I'm a big girl.
Ryan says that he's managed to get his hands
on some compromising footage of you.
What kind of footage?
Nobody's seen it.
Apparently, it was filmed in a hotel room.
And you're with a man who isn't your husband.
Look, assuming that it does exist...
what I'd do is I would get out ahead of it.
Warn the public that there's a fake porn video in circulation
before someone releases it and tries to claim that it's real.
Will it make any difference? Once it's out, it's out.
People can't un-see things, fake or not.
I know, I know, but I actually think that the public will sympathise.
I mean, Russia's well known for churning out crap like this.
Can't believe this is happening.
Look, I told Ryan that he'd be mad to leak it.
I mean, he'd be the first person that everyone will suspect.
And he... he claimed he agreed with me, guys.
But you think he'll do it anyway?
It depends how desperate he gets.
Well, I think he's gonna be pretty fucking desperate
when he finds out we're trying to oust him from the race.
Fuck.
Imogen, what are you thinking?
Phone Meg, Ted, the others.
Tell them we're gonna hold off on the joint statement
for 24 hours for tactical reasons.
OK. And then what?
I need to see Ryan.
Maybe he'll chose his humanity over his ambition for once.
OK, let's attack this one now.
Very nice. Very nice.
You can't even fucking call me yourself.
I just asked the campaign team to schedule a meeting in my diary, Dad.
I've heard the construction firm's about to go bust.
Yeah, well, it looked like a solid investment at the time.
Yeah, if you'd come and worked for me,
you wouldn't have had to go grubbing about in the margins.
What the hell do you know about property?
Look, is there any way that we could have this conversation face to face?
Oh, obvious bloody hindrance.
Look, I need to plug a hole in the deal.
If it gets out I'm involved, I'm finished.
It's not a good look for a Labour MP, is it?
Building luxury flats on a union car park.
Either way, I can't go into Downing Street bankrupt, Dad.
How much do you need?
A million. It's a loan. You'll get your interest.
You get into bed with the devil, son,
and he eventually fucks you so hard you can hear your teeth rattle.
So, what's the answer?
Well, come up for the ceremony, like I asked you.
I can't, I'm in the middle of a campaign.
Aren't they your voters?
If you want me to bail you out of a hole, you need to work for it.
Oh, fuck. How long was I out?
Long enough for me to find an agent report
from the Montenegro conference. Guess who was there?
- I don't know, Igor Borodin? - Close. Kyril Markov.
- What? At the same time as Imogen? - Yeah.
"Agent recognised Kyril Markov in audience
"at delegate welcome address.
"Identification verified."
It's a hell of a coincidence.
Yeah. I mean, do we think Imogen knew who he was?
I've no idea.
But if she didn't then, she might do now.
Oh, I've gotta go and see Stuart and the kids.
- I'll see you, yeah? - Yeah.
- Hello, my love. - Hiya.
Your priest says that you must drink before your confession.
Confession or absolution?
Depends what you need, I suppose.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
That helped.
Do you know what? I actually nicked a cheeky packet of fags
from an intern at work.
Got a lighter here somewhere.
- Was that cigarettes? - Absolutely not.
You two are such fucking hypocrites.
- Don't swear, Fiona. - See what I mean?
You OK?
I'll survive.
Yeah?
Do you wanna talk about what happened on your last trip, or...?
I was trying to extract an agent...
and she was killed on the way out.
OK.
- Were you hurt, or...? - Not physically.
But are you safe now here? Are we safe?
- The kids and everything? - OK, listen.
Moscow has never tried to take out a British agent
on home turf, OK?
Let alone their families.
Are you sure?
That convention has been in place since the Cold War.
There is nothing to suggest that they would breach it, right?
It's just that you recently said
that the rules of the game have changed, so I'm just a little...
I've gotta go. Sixth-floor summons.
- I'm sorry, love. - All right. All right.
Evening.
Evening. Take a seat.
I'm very sorry for the situation I created.
But I hope you can agree I had no choice.
Kate...
you've been suspended.
On what grounds?
Do we really need to spell it out?
Yes, please.
Ignoring a direct instruction.
Putting your team at risk without due cause.
The Foreign Secretary is insisting you stand down.
In two days' time, we might have a Russian asset
- in Downing Street... - Nobody doubts your integrity.
But, what, we're going to just let it happen
in case their exposure damages our democracy?
The only fact here is you ignored a direct order from the PM.
I'm afraid you put us in a very difficult position, Kate.
First, the Krimsov leak.
Now this diplomatic firestorm around Malta.
The Foreign Secretary is furious.
So the minister that might be working for Moscow wants me gone,
and we'll just roll over?
Bury my intelligence because it's too inconvenient?
I hope you know me better than that. This is a temporary measure.
But we'll follow our own line of enquiry from here.
So Echo was just collateral damage?
The life of a vulnerable young woman
was an incredible stake to gamble with.
God, you can be a heartless bastard, Zak.
It's the truth, and you know it.
I need my Head of the Russia Desk
to know where to draw a bloody line
and when to see the bigger picture.
Enough, both of you.
You'll have the opportunity to make your case
at the board of inquiry, both you and Rav.
Not Rav. He was following my orders.
Your orders weren't authorised.
Is there anything else you want to say?
No.
I'll save it for the inquiry. Good night.
I've told security to sign you out.
Thanks for coming in.
It's all good. What happened?
We're both suspended.
I think Zak would have fired me then if C hadn't stayed his hand.
I'm sorry.
Man, fuck them.
All right? While you was up there talking to the suits,
I did some more digging around the Montenegro conference.
Those are the flight logs from all the closest airports
over the two days before the conference started.
You wanna guess who else was rubbing shoulders with the delegates?
Our very own Zak Hussein.
Can... Can you place him in Portonovi?
He flew to Dubrovnik, and then hired a car with Hertz.
I even tracked his office phone IP
to a little cafe near the conference centre on the day it started
cos his stupid little VPN dropped out.
- Zak in situ with Imogen and Kyril Markov? - Yeah.
Could be. I mean, do they know each other, Zak and Imogen?
Fuck knows. She's never mentioned him.
Well, if he's there, then theoretically, it could be Imogen, not Ryan,
in Moscow's pocket.
With Zak helping her?
The man who learned of our op
the day Echo's cover was blown?
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Well, that confirms it, then.
We're on our own.
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