I didnīt kill those giris, Vernon.
What leverage do we have with the Governor of Florida?
Itīs just that other ghosts are catching up.
The bomber was also known as Ibrahim Wahid...
Suspected of having links to the Islamist movement of Tyrgyztan.
This is from Luke.
Thanks.
- Eshan Borisvitch is in hiding. - What if I can get him to Washington?
- Secret talks. - Make the arrangements.
If there was any real knowledge out there, weīd already be headed for death row.
Iīll make sure Sinclairīs contained.
Concentrate.
Do you think these suspicions will affect US relations with President Usman?
This morning the State Department was still defending our support of Tyrgyztan
as a vital ally in the war on terror.
The administrationīs problem is the power vacuum that could be left if President Usman is removed.
The only other viable presidential candidate is Eshan Borisvitch.
He was forced to flee the country two years ago and remains in hiding.
What time does our guest arrive?
21:00, Andrews Air Force Base.
Secret Service are liaising with Embassy Security on the handover.
Thank you.
Clear.
Hello, Mark.
Theyīre back.
If thereīs anything you need at any time, contact me.
Jennifer will be looking after you during your stay.
I understand.
Iīve put you in the Lothian Suite, Mr Borisvitch, the window faces east.
Sir Mark told me to put a box of English Breakfast Tea in your room.
Jane, at 1544 Southwest 14th Street in Tampa,
a man named Alfonso Rivero is looking after a package for me.
Tell Al youīve come to collect my kit, heīll understand.
I make no excuses.
Just do the best you can with it.
Luke.
Hello.
Hello?
Is anyone there?
Okay. Iīm really sorry.
Um, I didnīt... Luke sent me. Luke Gardner.
Okay, Iīve made a mistake. Iīm really sorry. Iīm going to go now, okay?
What does he want?
His kit.
He sent me for his kit.
Jesus Christ, lady! What is it with you? You had me scared shitless!
I couldīve killed you!
Youīre scared? Jesus!
Thatīs the second time youīve nearly given me a heart attack.
- Bloody hell! - Sorry.
Christ.
- So youīre Al? - Yeah.
You want a drink of water?
No.
So, they killed him, huh?
Yeah.
Sorry.
Luke... Luke left this for me.
Thereīs a...
It says you have a package of his, his kit.
Yeah. I got a kit.
Whoa!
Whatīs in it?
I donīt know. Itīs none of my business.
Iīve arranged a lunch with Gordon Adair and Caroline Hanley.
And then Secretary Warner arrives at the Residence at 6:00 pm.
Itīll just be you, me, Warner and Undersecretary for Defense Intelligence, Christopher Styles.
Thank you.
All right, Iīll leave you in peace.
Caroline said you trusted me.
Why?
Am I wrong?
What was I supposed to do, Eshan? You were on the brink of civil war,
Usman was the only man with the strength to hold the country together.
- People risked their lives to show you that report. - Yes. I knew about the gassing.
I had to weigh that against the chaos.
Couldīve been another Chechnya, hundreds of thousands of people couldīve died.
The West needed me to endorse a candidate they could do business with.
It was meant to be an apology, not a monologue of self-justification.
I was wrong, and Iīm sorry.
I understand why you did what you did.
But itīs not my place to forgive you.
You asked me why I trust you. I trusted my sister.
Saida saw a good man in you.
Besides, who else do I know
who can get me to the same room as the US Secretary of State for Defense?
If youīre reading this letter, Iīm dead.
1999. I was employed by CMC Secure Operations in Tyrgyztan.
One of our assignments
was to provide counter-insurgency training for President Usmanīs Republican Guard.
On the 14th of June we were deployed to Bukek, northwest Tyrgyztan.
Come here! Come here!
Get out here! Bitch!
- Come on! - No!
On your knees. On your knees!
Give me that. Now!
Our objective was to assassinate key members of the opposition.
Tell me where Eshan Borisvitch is?
Eshan Borisvitch.
Tell me where your brother is.
I said tell me where your brother is.
Mama, mama.
Pritchard, you fucker. Heīs just a kid, whoīs he gonna tell?
On June 15th, President Usman made a statement on national televisión
denouncing the Islamic militant rebels,
blaming them for the massacre of 187 civilians in the village of Bukek.
Miss Caroline Hanley and Mr Gordon Adair.
- Caroline, Gordon, good to see you. - You, too, Mark.
May I introduce Eshan Borisvitch. Eshan, this is Caroline Hanley,
Central Asia and Russian Specialist at the Lowenberg Institute.
And this is Gordon Adair, CEO of Armitage.
How do you do?
Name?
My name is Mehmet Saleh.
- Where were you born? - Karaz.
- What year were you born? - 1977.
- So, youīre 23. - No, 22.
Name?
Ibrahim Wahid.
Oh, come on, Hassan, accent.
Ibrahim Wahid.
Shit.
- This lot? - No.
It was Markīs idea to visit the villages in the mountains.
He somehow neglected to mention we were right on the Afghan border.
- The hills were alive with Ghilzai bandits. - My God, Ghilzai are dangerous, but so sexy.
- Not the way I remember them. - No.
Well, I was young
and I thought that the people in the British Foreign Office knew what they were doing.
Next thing we know, a Land Rover has pulled over, guns right in our faces.
Maybe it was his designer stubble but they took an instant dislike to Mark.
Told them I wasnīt worth the price of a bullet.
What I actually said was they would be doing me a favour by shooting you.
I was banking on the fact that Ghilzai never do anyone any favours.
Oh, excuse me.
Thereīs a phone call for you.
Forgive me.
So, what exactly were you doing in Tyrgyztan, Mark?
Oh, keeping my head down mainly.
Line 1.
- Eshan. - Hello, James.
Iīve got someone here who wants to speak to you. Azzam.
Uncle Eshan.
Howīs my special man?
Dad says I might be able to see you.
I would like that very much.
Hand me back to your father. Weīll talk about it.
Hi.
You shouldnīt have told him I was here.
Itīs been two years, Eshan.
How long before you have another chance to see each other again?
- Jane. - Nicholas.
Iīve got us a secure room.
Bitch!
- Come on! - No!
On your knees!
Give me that. Now!
Tell me that isnīt the man the FBI arrested.
Luke left these, too. Copy of a contract.
It appears CMC wasnīt employed directly by Usman.
Theyīre actually working for the Armitage Corporation.
Firstly to protect Armitage assets in Tyrgyztan,
secondly to provide special military advisers to the government of President Usman.
For special advisers, read hired killers.
Oh, the punch lines over the page.
Look at the signatures at the bottom.
For CMC, Colonel Charles MacIntyre.
On behalf of the Armitage Corporation, the then CEO,
Lynne Warner.
Nasty, isnīt it?
Have you shown anyone this? Did you discuss it with Matthew Weiss?
Iīm not stupid.
It gets worse.
- Madam Secretary. - Sir Mark.
No, Phil.
Not today.
- Sir Mark. - Undersecretary.
Madam Secretary, will you please follow me?
Dagan, at the border of Kazakhstan.
Lukeīs letter describes CMC training sleepers to infiltrate Jihadi and Islamist militant groups.
Hassan Khan, aka Ibrahim Wahid, seven years ago was working for CMC.
The elephant in the room,
was he still working for CMC when the plane went up?
- There is no hard evidence... - It looks bloody suspicious to me.
Stop right there.
These tapes link the Secretary of Defense not only to a massacre
but, by association, to the bombing of a civilian plane on US soil
resulting in the deaths of hundreds of British and American citizens.
The entire credibility of Western government is at stake.
- What do we do? - You do nothing.
You leave the tapes with me.
Youīre going to tell the Ambassador?
Sir Mark has to be kept clean.
If he knows and is forced to deny it later, heīs compromised
and by default, our government.
What, we bury it?
This makes Watergate look like a parking violation.
This information cannot leak.
Are you threatening me?
Do I have to?
No.
Good.
Thank you.
How do you intend to tackle the Muslim extremists?
By bringing them into the democratic process.
They brought down a plane full of civilians,
I donīt think they share your enthusiasm for democracy.
You have my deep-felt sympathy for the atrocity committed here.
I was surprised to learn they were in any way linked to Tyrgyztani militants.
Their fight has always been with Usman.
As you know, my administration is very keen to promote democracy in the region.
Should you gain our support, there would be conditions attached.
Itīs paramount for the security of both your country and ours
that we maintain a military presence in Tyrgyztan.
I would need your guarantee that our airbases remain.
Your airbases are a matter of great unease for many Tyrgyztanis.
They fear US presence will draw them into conflicts that are not of their making.
In fact, if you want peace and stability in the region,
I would advocate a phased withdrawal.
This will also remove one of the cornerstones of the militants bloody campaign.
I find that argument to be particularly naive and idealistic, Mr Borisvitch.
Western participation in your country, both military and corporate,
account for three quarters of your annual revenue.
Iīm flattered to be considered an idealist.
Only 16 years ago we were able to escape the yoke of the Soviet Unión.
It would seem we have slipped our head under another one.
We are grateful for any help and support, but not at the expense of our sovereignty.
Something you as an American citizen must understand.
I said that man wasnīt worth our time.
- You mustīve expected conditions. - I expected dialogue
not a lecture about what is best for both our countries.
Theyīre not exporting their burgers and fries for the sake of my nationīs health.
Do you believe that Iīm naive to think that we can operate as a free nation?
I think having principles is not the same as being naive.
That said, velvet revolutions donīt have the greatest track record.
Two weeks of celebrating on the streets, then back to partisan dissent and corruption.
What did I just do?
You just told the United States Secretary of Defense to take a hike.
Maybe Iīm the one whoīs arrogant.
Your people will be proud of you, Eshan.
Besides, it may well work in your favour.
Warner doesnīt respect weakness.
Come in.
What did I miss?
You okay, buddy?
Itīs good to see you.
Oh! Well, now I know youīre not okay.
I got something thatīs going to cheer you up, though.
- Guess what? - Youīve been posted to Tokio.
- Admit it, you missed me. - Hi, what can I get you?
I need a breakfast. Big breakfast.
Breakfast special number three, scrambled eggs, white toast.
- Okay. - Thank you, Susan.
Hereīs the thing. Who couldīve leaned on Luke Gardnerīs Pardons Board?
I have a connection. CMC didnīt work for President Usman of Tyrgyztan,
they were working for the Armitage Corporation.
Who is the chief executive at Armitage?
None other than esteemed Secretary of Defense, Lynne Warner.
Jeff Karpinsky, when he ran for governor eight years ago,
Armitage funded his campaign.
Now, what I canīt figure out is why would Lynne Warner want Luke Gardner dead?
And you donīt have to be enthusiastic, but Iīm telling you something.
This is a big story. I can smell it.
Drop it, Matt.
- What? - Just drop it.
Lukeīs gone.
- Yeah. - USA Now.
Iīm looking at it.
"UK Ambassador Sir Mark Brydon seen with James Sinclair
"enjoying a reunion in downtown Washington.
"Sinclair was relieved of his post as British Ambassador to Tyrgyztan five years ago."
"Personal reasons were cited..." Yeah, Iīve got it.
Go down to the third paragraph.
"Maybe they were celebrating the secret visit...
"to the city of Sinclairīs brother-in-law Eshan Borisvitch."
"Borisvitch, Tyrgyztanīs Democratic opposition leader
"is reportedly staying at the British Residence, home of Sir Mark.
"Inside sources say Borisvitch is to hold exploratory talks with the US administration. "
- Shit! - Sodding inside sources.
Less than a dozen people know. Itīs in no oneīs interest to leak this.
When was the picture of you and Sinclair taken?
Three nights ago, before Eshan got here.
- Has he seen the papers? - Not yet.
- I canīt hide it from him. - Iīm on my way over.
- Good morning. - No, Iīm sorry, it isnīt.
Not now, James. Iīll speak to you later.
Interesting development in todayīs press, maīam.
Did we get a response out of Usman yet?
- Were you drunk? - No.
Do you want me to issue an official denial?
- No. Do we know where the pictures came from? - No, the editorīs protecting his source.
Some opportunist shit waiting for Sinclairīs inevitable slide into the gutter
and, boy, did he hit pay dirt.
What the hell were you doing there?
You know Whitehall is denying talks took place, as is the US Administration.
Yes, Iīve spoken to the Foreign Secretary.
The agreed line is that Eshan is here as a private guest of mine.
His stay at the Residence is an unfortunate error of judgement on my part.
Usman wonīt be satisfied with that.
Not only is his enemy number one bunking down with you,
but youīre photographed arm in arm with enemy number two.
Itīs going to take some major toadying to restore UK credibility in Tyrgyztan,
not to mention your reputation.
I could arrange some interviews with Sinclair, have him tell the true versión of events.
Oh, for Christīs sake.
Donīt let that liability anywhere near a microphone.
Whatīs the betting heīs the one that blabbed.
Weīll sit it out. Thank you.
What does the PM have to say?
Heīs in meetings.
I warned you.
I think you should consider taking some leave.
Yes?
David Ewan Tegner, UK citizen, CMC employee,
detained during the chemical bust, has failed to honour his bail conditions.
A Matthew Weiss has been calling. Says itīs personal.
Itīs not personal, heīs Washington Press. Nasreen can handle it.
Itīs all right, Iīll take the call.
- Hi. - Hi.
- How are you? - Iīm fine.
Mark, I need to talk to you in your office now.
Excuse me.
What?
Itīs possible that whoever took the pictures of you outside the bar wasnīt following Sinclair,
they were following you.
- What? - Just a theory.
I want you to use this from now on.
And I need your old one.
Whatīs going on, Nicholas?
Someone takes a picture of James and I before Eshan arrives,
then his visitīs blown. Is this...
Could this be a set up?
Possibly.
So someone not only wants the talks with Eshan to fail,
they want Usman to learn about them.
Warner didnīt get what she wanted from the meeting
so the Pentagon spikes any chance of a rematch with Borisvitch.
Why risk provoking Usman? She could just kill the talks quietly.
Maybe weīre not being creative enough.
I mean, the leaks donīt have to come from the Pentagon.
- The Lowenberg Institute? Armitage? - Itīs not their interest.
Which leaves the Embassy.
Oh, God. Here we go.
... and angered to discover our so-called allies with the United States of America
have been in secret negotiation with Eshan Borisvitch,
a known criminal and enemy of this country.
As a consequence, I shall be asking my Senate
to vote for an instant withdrawal of all US personnel from Tyrgyztan
and the immediate closure of all US airbases.
I shall also be demanding full compensation for ecological damage
and inconvenience caused to the local population.
Can I help you, sir? Sir.
You canīt let Usman do this. We have contracts, international law.
Sweet Jesus, Gordon, youīre the one who wanted Borisvitch over here.
Youīre a goddamn businessman not a diplomat. What do you want me to do? Nuke the bastard?
- Oh, for Christīs sakes, no. - Well, what then?
The United States of America has been publicly ordered out of crucial central Asian bases
by a pumped up flea.
Armitage is about to lose major assets in Tyrgyztan,
assets which, by the way, I originally acquired.
- Russia and China must think itīs Christmas. - I did not blow this, Lynne.
Hey, youīre the one in bed with the Lowenberg Institute.
I donīt know what goes on in that brain of yours any more.
If youīre accusing Caroline...
At least Mark Brydon was man enough to take some of the fall for this.
Donīt worry, Gordon, thereīs always something in the works.
There will be reprisals.
Usman will have political prisoners lined up against the wall and shot.
- Then stay. - No.
Heīs overplayed his hand, we can turn this around.
I know Warner, sheīs not gonna allow her President
to remain allied to a regime thatīs publicly humiliated the US.
And the only viable alternative is you.
Listen to me, I know how this is gonna play out.
The administration, backed by the UK,
is gonna swing behind the human rights issue in Tyrgyztan.
Theyīll lobby the EU, the UN. Theyīll demand sanctions.
They will turn Usman into an international pariah.
This time itīs the US that needs Eshan Borisvitch.
Trust me.
This is what Iīm good at.
Get on to Warnerīs office. Try and arrange a meeting as soon as possible.
- Yes? - Secretary Warnerīs on the line.
That was quick.
- Did you get through to her personally? - No, she rang you.
- Mark? - Lynne, itīs good of you to call.
Listen, about the article in this morningīs paper.
I judge a man by what I know,
not what purveyors of gossip would have me believe.
- Borisvitch still with you? - Of course.
- You boys busy this afternoon? - No.
Good, Iīll see you in a couple of hours.
Bye.
Eshan.
- Jennifer. - Yes, Sir Mark.
- Have you seen Eshan? - No, Mr Borisvitch went out.
- Did he say where? - No.
- Iīll call his security detail. - No, security didnīt go with him.
- What do you mean? Why not? - It was Mr Borisvitchīs decisión.
He said it was a private matter, heīd be back for lunch.
Did he give you any clue where he might be going?
- Did ask the name of a very good toy shop. - Jesus.
Iīm sorry. I did suggest he ring you, but he was insistent that he go alone.
No, just tell Tim to bring the car round.
Warnerīs expecting us at 2:00.
What about Borisvitchīs security?
He ditched them. I called reception at Sinclairīs hotel.
They said he and Azzam went out. The boy had a football with him.
The probability is Eshanīs gone to meet them. I think we should call the police.
His presence here has been deliberately exposed, now heīs gone walkabout without protection.
If you start asking questions in this town, youīll draw even more attention to him.
If he turns up for lunch, the Embassy will look completely ridiculous.
- I donīt care what we look like, Nicholas... - Leave it to me.
Itīs next left, Tim. Glen Echo.
Itīs me. Yeah, I need somebody out now.
Pull over.
Uncle Eshan. Uncle Eshan!
What happened to you? You grew so tall.
I bought a present, but now I need someone to give it to.
- James. - Itīs good to see you, Eshan.
- Dad, look what I got. - Oh, wow.
Oh, look at that.
Why donīt you show me and your father how to play this game?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Pull over. On the right, pull over.
Oh, good.
One more, just like that.
You got a strong bat.
Oh, good.
Oh! Good one, good one. One more, just like that.
Eshan!
Uncle Eshan. Uncle Eshan.
Azzam!
Call 911!
Hold on, hold on. Weīll get you out of here.
- Youīre all right. - Save your breath.
Call 911!
Donīt you die on me! Just stay here! You understand me?
Allah.
No, no. Stay alive. Stay with me!
Eshan. Eshan. Eshan!
Do you know the whereabouts of James Sinclair?
No.
Well, apparently Sinclair called Borisvitch at the British Residence yesterday.
Was that to arrange todayīs meeting?
I donīt know.
Could anyone else have known of the arrangement to meet in the park?
I canīt be sure.
Then itīs possible that only James and the sniper were party to the information
that Eshan Borisvitch would be in Rock Creek Park this morning...
James and Eshan were brothers-in-law.
James had Azzam with him, his 9-year-old son.
Did Sinclair have any hand in getting Borisvitch out of hiding and into this country?
Yes.
Well, weīll talk later.
And Iīm sorry for your loss.
Sir, madam, follow me, please.
Not only are Number 10 denying all official knowledge of Eshanīs trip,
but they are expecting a statement.
"Since the plane bombing I have been under considerable pressure.
"My professional judgement has become impaired, as demonstrated by my decisión
"to invite Eshan Borisvitch to Washington... "
Iīm having a nervous breakdown, am I? Itīs original.
"... and failing to provide adequate security to protect him. "
I have the manīs blood on my shirt, Phil.
Now be very careful what you say.
If we are to claw back influence with Usman, your head will be the first thing he demands.
If we open talks with the opposition party, you are the man who failed to protect their leader.
Either way, you are a liability.
Donīt think that your mate the Prime Minister is riding to your rescue.
They expect your resignation.
This is working out rather well for you, isnīt it?
What does that mean?
The question tumbling around my brain.
Is the person who leaked Borisvitchīs presence here part of the plan to murder him?
Hmm? Whatīs your take on that?
What about the FCO? Above or below the line to get rid of Eshan.
- Are you accusing me? - Iīm asking questions, Phil, practical questions.
I am not running backwards with my hands up.
If the Prime Minister wants me gone, heīs gonna have to fire me.
Name.
Ibrahim Wahid.
Where were you born?
Dagan, at the border of Kazakhstan.
Contract between CMC and Armitage.
Your bossī signature on the bottom.
Do you understand the significance of the material in my possessión?
I am warning you, if you intend to use...
Jesus, Christopher.
You think youīve got all the bases covered and thereīs an incendiary device like this out there.
Can you imagine what would have happened if these tapes had fallen into the wrong hands?
Iīm watching your back, sweetheart.
Whatever you and the boss are brewing stops right now.
Any more surprises like this, weīre all finished.
Youīre saying President Usman is implicated in the assassination...
Iīm not at liberty to discuss the facts of the case.
I will tell you this.
A few days ago, the Federal Bureau of Investigation
intercepted a chemical component of nerve gas on its way to Tyrgyztan,
a country whose brutal suppressión of any opposition party is well-known.
Today Eshan Borisvitch was murdered on American soil.
His only crime, to seek legitimate government for his people.
My message to President Usman. Stand down.
Implement immediate democratic reform or face the wrath of the civilised worid.
- Sir, a few questions... - Thatīs all, but thank you.
Sheīs paving the way for war, isnīt she?
Come in.
Late apology from Congressman Tillman. He has flu.
- Itīs very contagious. How many is that now? - Fifteen.
Thank you.
Iīm not such a hot date any more, Carl.
- Lf you want to duck out... - Iīm striking that last remark.
- Iīll catch up. - All right.
Hi.
The FBI are desperate to find James and Azzam.
Yeah, I know. Me, too.
How are you, Mark?
- Do you want to meet up? - Okay. Iīll call you later.
- How the hell did Brocklehurst get the tapes? - Iīm looking into it.
Jesus, MacIntyre, what were you doing letting your men video that shit?
- Is there any sign of Sinclair? - Weīve got the station and the airports covered.
Brocklehurst?
Heīs not the problem.
All right, Luke Gardnerīs address at time of arrest,
1544 Southwest 14th Street, Tampa.
His roommate, Alfonso Rivero.
- If I hadnīt asked him to come... - We asked him to come.
But I made him stay.
Eshan chose to stay, Mark. If this whole thing...
Sod the politics, I told him he could trust me.
Christ.
Has anybody heard from James?
- No idea where he is? - Hopefully heīll call.
He couldnīt possibly have had anything to...
- Could he? - I donīt know.
I donīt know any more.
Yeah.
Okay.
Excuse me. Weīre evacuating personnel from Tyrgyztan.
James left Eshan. He...
I donīt know, I thought he was taking cover or protecting Azzam or something.
The boyīs nine years old, for Godīs sake.
Heīs been through too much.
- As if you... Iīm sorry. - No, Mark.
So what happens now?
- I mean, to you. - Me?
I fall on my sword and then...
Mark, youīve got to stop blaming yourself for Eshanīs death.
I advised the British and American governments
to place their full support behind Usmanīs presidential bid.
Yeah.
I helped make the monster, Caroline.
I am to blame.
- Clear. - Clear.
Clear.
Closet.
Pull that away from the walls. Yeah.
Bag it.
Looks like they took the clothes from the closet. I guess he skipped town.
I was gonna let you guys in, but I ainīt got no rock and...
you know, if Iīm on your territory, if Iīm on your turf...
If Iīm on your turf...
I donīt deal that shit anyway.
Jesus Christ.
Come on, guys, do I look like the kind of guy whoīd have something youīd want?
Look at me, man.
The place is crumbling.
Iīve been meaning to fix it, you know, one thing at a time.
Oh, Jesus.
What are you doing, man? Whatever you want, man, itīs not here.
What are you doing with that, man?
Okay, man, all right, I had something, I had something but itīs gone.
Itīs gone. I swear to God, itīs gone.
Oh, my God.
Okay, I... I said Iīd watch it, but itīs gone.
I got robbed there, look at the fucking wall. Look at the wall.
Look at the wall, man. They punched a hole in the wall and they took it.
A lawyer!
A lawyer came, okay, a Brit lawyer. A chick. Her nameīs Lavery.
Okay, Jane Lavery, she came and she took the kit!
And I didnīt open it, I didnīt look at it, I swear to God!
Just put it away, man.
Oh, Jesus Christ, man!
Yes.
It caused a bit of a scare but itīs safe.
Yes.
Special Agent George Blake.
- Agent Blake. - Ambassador.
- Itīs good of you to see me. - Take a seat.
Have you heard from James Sinclair since we last spoke?
Iīm afraid I donīt know where he is.
That wasnīt my question.
The suspect working for CMC who jumped bail, I found a bullet with his DNA on it.
Eshan Borisvitch on a secret trip to Washington, shot by unknown gunman.
If I were Sinclair, Iīd be frightened for my life.
Have you found a connection between Eshan, James and CMC?
Other than Tyrgyztan...
So?
If youīve got some notion you can protect Sinclair, you canīt.
And actually maybe the person you should be worrying about is yourself.
Meaning?
The anonymous tip-off that led to the bust at the airfield came from this Embassy.
Youīve got a mole on your staff, Sir Mark.
Well, thanks for your time.
This needs concluding before the next phase.
This isnīt something you can fix. This is a bloodbath.
You have taken leave of your senses!
Say goodbye to both of them for me.
Oh, for Godīs sake, Mark. You know this could never come out.
- Weīll be watching you. - Hell, why not? Everyone else is.