- Bye, Grace. - Bye-bye.
Bye-bye.
Bye, Maksim.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
So, did you enjoy the party?
Oh, Anastacia, your shoelace!
(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)
(MUTED SCREAMS)
(MUTED YELLS AND SCREAMS)
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Go, go, go!
Get in. Go.
Go. Go. Go!
(GASPS)
(RAPID BREATHS)
(SIRENS WAIL)
♪ Testator silens
♪ Costestes e spiritu
♪ Silentium. ♪
Get a translator. I want statements from the two bodyguards.
Yes, ma'am.
DI Parks.
Nikki Alexander.
Jack Hodgson.
It's a large gunshot entry wound. Scalloping and satellite holes.
Do we know who she is?
Sofia Teplov.
Registered nanny.
According to the party hosts,
she looked after Anastacia Bazhanov, daughter of Maksim Bazhanov.
We believe he was the real target.
Well, the wound is central and close range.
Maybe she confronted the gunman.
And died protecting her charge.
What can you tell me about the gunman?
Well, he left two men injured,
one fatality.
Firing three cartridges from here.
- Professional hit man? - Could be.
The hit man received four gunshot wounds himself -
all small-arms fire.
And the blood trail shows that he moved this way...
...eventually collapsing here.
The shots stopped him, but they didn't kill him instantly.
He bled out where he fell.
OK, we got tyre marks here -
motorbike or moped wheelspin.
And there's blood here too, suggesting that the rider was also hit.
And here, too.
So the blood trail heads in that direction.
Into the heart of the City -
the most photographed square mile in Europe.
CCTV and numberplate recognition should do the rest.
- I'm impressed. - We aim to please.
But we've got two bodies, a gunman on the loose and no sign of the target.
So let's not congratulate ourselves just yet, eh(?)
(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO TRANSMISSIONS)
Close grouping of gunshot wounds over the cardiac shadow.
Almost certainly involving the heart.
Historic injuries to the abdomen...
left arm...
...and right thigh.
Probably also gunshot wounds.
- Gang member? - Could be military.
Blood type tattooed on his chest.
Standard practice for British troops, in case they need to be treated in the field.
Who's Parks's friend? Don't look!
Justine Greenwood.
Lady Chairman of the City Assembly.
Serving her third term and extremely influential in the Square Mile.
- She polices the police. - What's she like?
Iron fist in a velvet glove.
Multiple needle marks on the left arm.
Evidence of past infection.
The septum also shows signs of erosion.
- Drug addict? - Looks like it.
There's extensive scarring between the fingers
- and the toes. - Mm. Looks like scabies.
- Sleeping rough? - Possibly.
Whoever he was...
he'd fallen a long way.
Have you found the second gunman?
We tracked him to Hackney. Then he disappears.
Any working theories?
Oligarchs attract a lot of interest - not all of it good.
We have several lines of inquiry open.
And I've every confidence you'll bring it to a swift conclusion.
Your record speaks volumes, Sarah.
Thank you.
I don't need to tell you that Mr Bazhanov is an important figure in the City.
This needs to be handled...
sensitively.
Sensitively?
As far as the press are concerned, we'll take the line
that today's incident was random and unprovoked.
We avoid talk of hit men, soft-pedal Russian involvement
and no mention of Maksim Bazhanov.
Kristina!
Kristina?
(SIGHS)
Thank God you're OK. I was so worried.
Where's Anastacia?
I've just put her on a jet to New York.
Kolya will look after her.
What's going on, Maksim?
It's not safe for her here.
Maksim?
What do you mean?
Maksim!
So we're moving to New York?
- You could have warned me... - We are not moving.
What do you mean?
(HE SIGHS)
I want a divorce.
Anastacia will live with me.
Are you serious(?)
There's not a judge in the country who'll grant you custody.
Well, perhaps when they hear about your affairs, drug-taking. Huh?
Misha, please. We can make changes.
- I really want this to work. - For Christ's sake,
Kristina, our marriage has been dead for years.
Today I nearly died too.
Meaning?
Well, nobody else knew I would be at Lev's party.
(SCOFFS) And you think I had something to do with it?
You go to all these parties. But not this one.
So what was so special about today?
(SHOUTS) Do you really believe I would put our own daughter's life in danger?!
- Damn you for even thinking that! - Then who?
- I don't know. - Then who else knew I'd be there?!
Your bodyguards, Sofia, Anastacia of course.
Just calm down.
Just calm down, let's talk.
Misha! Where are you going now?
Maksim!
(DOOR SLAMS)
Italian-made combat shotgun.
It's designed to drop your enemy with one shot,
so it's very popular with the special forces.
Even if you had that kind of training, why risk a full-frontal assault?
- You'd have to be crazy. - Or desperate.
We should send his mugshot to the MOD.
Already done it.
But if these guys are ex-SAS,
we're unlikely to get chapter and verse - trust me.
Then we push harder, don't we?
If we find out who the shooter is, odds are we find his accomplice, too.
If you think you can do better, you're very welcome to try.
What have you got?
We didn't get any matches for his prints or DNA.
He's no personal possessions, the labels have been cut out of his clothes,
which are second-, possibly third-hand at best.
He travelled light.
There's something here.
- Grab me some scissors? - Mm-hm.
Thanks.
Sewing valuables into your clothes!
That's an old soldiers' trick.
DI PARKS: '"MB52.'"
That's Subutex. It's a heroin substitute. Similar to methadone.
So he was trying to get clean?
Something like this would be prescription only, right?
He could have sourced it from the streets.
Possibly, but it's much more expensive than methadone, pretty rare.
We should check out drop-in clinics, homeless shelters,
British Legion, see if anyone knows him.
I'll get the boys on it. We're checking local hospitals too -
see if anyone's presented with gunshot wounds.
However we do it, the top priority now is to find the missing gunman.
(WINCES AND GROANS)
(WINCES AND PANTS)
(YELLS IN PAIN)
There's likely to be a lot of press interest in this case.
So any and all communication
comes through my office, OK? No talking out of school.
We've done this kind of thing before, you know.
I'm very glad to hear it.
Looks like we've got a live one.
(SIRENS WAILING)
(DETECTOR BEEPS)
DI Parks, to see Maksim Bazhanov.
We spoke.
Lewis Milton. Head of Security. Shall we?
LIFT: Penthouse.
DI Parks.
I'm afraid we have no idea where Mr Bazhanov is.
Like most of our residents, he only uses the apartment occasionally -
when he's in London on business, entertaining.
But he was here last night?
Yes, he's funding a new venture of ours in Bishopsgate.
We're supposed to be meeting him tomorrow to look over the architect's plans, but...
And he's not been in contact?
Amy's been trying to get hold of him ever since you called.
He's got properties in west London...
You'd know if he'd been in his apartment?
We don't have CCTV inside the building.
The residents don't like it. But I've got men on every floor.
He hasn't been in.
I'll need his mobile phone number.
Yeah, of course.
And I'll need to see his apartment.
You have a warrant?
Within the hour.
Well, then, you're more than welcome to come back.
Do you make a habit of obstructing police business?
The men and women who own these apartments,
they're some of the richest people on this planet.
They've made their fortunes in oil, gas, steel,
pretty dangerous businesses.
And when they come to London they require two things -
privacy,
security.
My sister and I, we make sure they get them.
Then it looks like we're done here.
We're not trying to be difficult, but we've made certain guarantees,
so discretion is vital.
Listen, I don't give a shitwhat goes on behind closed doors
but two people are dead.
And I want to ask Mr Bazhanov why.
Anything?
No exit wound.
Some pellets under the skin of her back where elastic recall finally stopped them.
Pellets would have expended their energy inside the body,
- causing massive internal trauma. - Rapid death?
Also, she was a mother.
From the shape of her cervix,
I'd say she gave birth some time in the last couple of years.
I found traces of Subutex on her fingers.
Really?
We've just found Subutex sewn into the shooter's jacket.
Was she taking it, too?
Urine's clear.
Could the bodies have been cross-contaminated?
No. No, we bagged them at the scene.
Transported them separately,
autopsied them separately after a deep clean.
So it's a possibility
she came into contact with the shooter prior to the attack?
I'd say that's a distinct possibility.
Nikki?
Why would you swallow your SIM card?
Unless you had something to hide?
Serial number 0087-485-062.
We'll need a full call history.
Thank you.
'"A botched carjacking brought chaos to the streets of London today.'"
- How do you want me to react? - No mention of Bazhanov.
No mention of any Russians, in fact.
Who do you think owns the paper you're reading?
They protect their own.
Perhaps.
- But you sense another force at work? - Don't you?
Parks seems keen on keeping this thing as contained as possible,
she doesn't want us
- asking the awkward questions. - You don't know that.
'"Leave Bazhanov to me. Leave the press to me.'"
It's a high-profile career case.
What? Do you think she asked the MOD about the shooter?
The MOD has a duty to protect former soldiers,
particularly if they've been involved in covert ops.
(KNOCKING)
I'm looking for Dr Alexander.
Come in.
Nikki.
Hi.
Maksim Bazhanov.
I've been asked to formally identify Sofia Teplov.
She was our nanny.
She has no family here, so...
This way, please.
Call Parks.
That's Sofia.
I'm very sorry.
She's been with us since the day Anastacia was born.
She saw more of our daughter than she did her own.
She has a little girl -
Marcia -
back in the Ukraine.
Did she have a boyfriend over here?
No, not that I know of.
Had she made any new friends recently? Had any problems?
It was Sofia, wasn't it?
She betrayed me.
- Huh? - It's one line of inquiry.
I trusted her with my daughter's life.
They were so close.
Do you know who killed her?
Not yet.
How much would it cost for you to tell me what you know, huh?
We're going to have to end this conversation now.
The attack was no surprise. I've been targeted for months now.
Targeted how?
Vandalism, death threats, a constant campaign of harassment.
From business rivals? Russian gangs? Anticapitalists?
It's possible.
What about the Russian state?
Why not? The attack has all the hallmarks of modern Russia -
bribery and thuggery.
You've managed to fight extradition to Russia three times in as many years.
- They accuse you of fraud. - Trumped-up charges.
But you did acquire ownership of state utilities in rigged auctions, right?
Oil and gas companies worth billions of dollars.
It was all perfectly legal.
It hasn't made you very popular with the Kremlin.
They don't hate me because of what I have.
They hate me for what I do.
The current regime is so corrupt
that only men with resources can make difference.
So I fund opposition parties,
I bankroll newspapers critical of the government.
I even pay for a limousine to drive round Red Square with billboards on the roof,
denouncing the President as a crook and a terrorist.
And you're paying the price now?
You tell me.
(ENTRY SYSTEM BEEPS)
- (KEY RATTLES) - (LOCK CLICKS)
My apologies, Mr Milton.
I should have contacted you at work.
But I wanted to talk to you alone.
If you were after a private chat, then you should've left the monkey at home.
Now you, too, sweetheart.
(SCOFFS)
I've come a long way.
Don't you want to know who I am?
Well, I know what an FSB thug looks like.
Then...
I'll get to the point.
There is something, someone,
I need access to in The Elysium building.
I'd like youto help me.
No chance.
I am willing to pay.
$200,000 in cash.
Half upfront, half on delivery.
More than enough for a deposit for a new home.
Or do you like it here in Lambeth?
(SIGHS) Of course.
You have a family near here, don't you?
Perhaps we should talk to them.
What, my toxic ex-wife and a kid that hates me?
$400,000.
There is nothing you can say that will make me betray my employers.
So, why don't you take your badhair
and Uncle Josef here...
...and piss... right... off?
LIFT: Penthouse.
Thank God you're OK.
Hey...
(WOMAN SOBS)
I'm OK. Don't worry, I'm OK.
Hey. Ssh.
I should've come straight to you.
I had to see Anastacia off. Sorry.
How is she?
She loved Sofia.
To see her gunned down like that...
Sofia was like family.
I can't believe it.
We trusted her and she turned on us.
I should be dead.
Hey. Don't say that.
Well, after today, things will have to be different. You know that, don't you?
Stay here at The Elysium for a while.
You'll be safe here.
Kristina might not like it, but...
I've asked her for a divorce.
I don't want to have to live a lie any more.
Life's too short.
(GUNSHOT ECHOES)
We had a visit from DI Parks earlier.
I've spoken to her.
She understands the situation.
International investors are extremely security-conscious people.
We can't have gunfights on the front pages.
I said I'll keep a lid on it.
- Any idea who's responsible? - It was a professional hit,
but beyond that...
We'll review our security protocols tonight,
change the access codes, hire more personnel.
We'll do our bit.
You do yours.
Find these shooters and shut this thing down.
We're moving heaven and earth.
You're a good ally, Justine.
Which is why our business and others like it guarantee your re-election.
But it's moments like this, our faith in you needs to be repaid.
Mm-hm.
Working hard?
Always.
That's my girl.
I know Daniel asks a lot,
but this job could open a lot of doors for you, so, er...
make the most of it, eh?
I'm trying.
I thought we could get a takeaway tonight. Watch some rubbish TV?
I'd love to, Mum. But I'm going to be here till midnight, if I'm lucky.
Hmm...
Another time, then.
Get a cab home.
Um, don't wait up.
I don't recognise this city any more.
I don't recognise you.
Isn't that the whole point?
Anastacia?
No, that's Marcia, Sofia's baby.
Her room in Bazhanov's Surrey pile was pretty sparse.
Photos, mementos, icons of Russian saints.
So she was religious?
And homesick.
Look at this. Nine one-way tickets from Kiev to London.
Booked two days ago. The same day, she gets a house in south London -
a year's rent paid in advance.
She was getting the whole family out of Ukraine.
Yeah, parents, grandparents, the lot.
Prepared to sacrifice one man's life to save nine more.
The shooters must have known this was her weak spot and worked on it.
They probably intended to kill her all along, when the time came.
The things we do for love.
Have you got kids?
A little girl - Lucy.
She's a terror.
- Hmm... - You?
No, I never met the right woman.
Lucy's father was gone before her first birthday.
I don't regret it.
And no, I haven't replaced him, if that's what you're really asking.
Just passing the time of day.
Of course.
(MUFFLED CRIES)
Come here! Get down on your knees!
Leave London or you'll be next.
- How many shall I run off? - 30 more.
Didn't have any plans tonight, did you?
- I think we should postpone. - No, this is Bazhanov's last chance.
They've changed the access codes of The Elysium.
So we change the plans.
He either leaves London or we attack.
Backing out now makes us look weak.
If we can't get to him at The Elysium, we hit him elsewhere.
We can't be the ones to blink first.
Death or glory?
I owe it to the other guys.
All those who did their bit,
then came home to find their city sold from underneath them.
Their neighbourhoods, their communities, even their bloody football teams -
all giftedto rich foreigners.
The politicians may have given London away,
but we're going to take it back. Piece by piece.
I love it when you talk dirty.
(CHUCKLES)
Can you stay?
No, my mum'll be waiting up.
I have to be a good little girl, don't I?
Now I've seen the errorof my ways.
You've neverbeen a good little girl.
That's always been my problem.
(SIGHS)
(BEEP)
- Ready to go? - Ready.
Got your packed lunch?
- Yes. - Book bag?
- Yes. - Cardigan on the right way round?
Come here, there she is.
Come on, let's do your hair.
There now.
How do I look?
Perfect.
(DOOR OPENS)
(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS)
Sofia made three calls yesterday, all to the same mobile number.
The timing fits with the shooting.
Then we can put a trace on them.
I know. Calling Parks now.
This is the third one in as many weeks.
One of my boys recognised the handwriting.
Brought it straight to me.
Is that Matreyashiev?
And his mistress. His wife was out of town at the time of the attack.
A week later,
Matreyashiev sells up and moves to Monaco.
Do you blame him?
Before them, it was the Nigerians. Then Mayfair.
Were they responsible for the attack on Maksim?
Could be.
The DVD came with another ultimatum,
warning Mr Bazhanov to quit London or... face the consequences.
We need to go to the police.
Do you really think Maksim wants the police crawling all over his affairs?
For God's sake, Daniel! His life is in danger.
We talk to Maksim first.
If we go to the police, the press will be all over it.
He'll be on the front pages looking like a man on the run.
He can't afford that, Yas. Nor can we.
He needs to show the world he's untouchable.
Yeah? And what if he's not?
What if they can get to him?
(SIGHS)
DI PARKS: The calls retrieved from Sofia's SIM card
were linked to a phone in this area.
A couple of illegals on the first floor
say there's a man sleeping rough in the basement.
POLICEMAN ON RADIO: Team in position.
OK. Permission to force entry.
Copy that.
OK.
Move in.
Go, go.
Gunshot wound to the shoulder.
The edges of the wound are puckered and there's some scabbing.
Also some aerated drying blood -
so this was recent,
but not immediately before death.
- The rider. - Mm.
No prizes for guessing what didkill him.
The line of the cut is jagged,
meaning that the skin and muscle was slack when it was cut.
If you pull someone's head back to cut their throat,
then the skin would be taut and the cut straight, so...
His head was pushed forward when his throat was cut.
If this was done by an amateur,
you might expect to see the head pulled back like you see in the movies.
I'd say whoever did this
has military training or experience in hand-to-hand combat.
Obviously his throat was cut in the bed.
Maybe he fell or perhaps he managed to lunge out of the bed when he was attacked.
Yeah, drag patterns in the blood indicate
he was trying to pull himself in this direction.
But if the entrance is over there,
then why go that way, if you're trying to escape?
Unless he wasn'ttrying to escape.
(JACK WHISTLES)
He was trying to protect himself.
Bazhanov's due back at The Elysium at 3pm.
I checked the garage and he left this morning in a grey Range Rover.
He ignored our warning - he's still here.
I'm sending you the details now.
The doors close in ten seconds, Maksim.
I've been here for three years and this is the first time I've been on this thing.
My kids bug me to take them,
but I've never seen the point of going from nowhere to nowhere.
You obviously like it here,
I can see the attraction...
...though it's a pity to see a Russian child being educated abroad.
We never regretted it.
Keep telling yourself that, Maksim.
An exile always has regrets.
I have never felt at home anywhere as much as I do in London.
Which is why I'm going to make you a one-time offer.
I know what's happening here.
And I want it to stop.
Youwill call off the dogs...
...and let me live my life in peace.
And in return, I will give the Russian state $1 billion.
You've always been a very generous man, Maksim,
and a decisive one.
I admire you much more than you realise.
There was a time, back in Moscow, when we were young...
...that I hoped that you and I might...
But you always had your eyes on the bigger prize.
Kristina had the connections.
She was a much more useful acquisition.
It was nota business transaction.
But there is a problem with always wanting more.
Greed is dangerous.
It encourages you to ever greater risks.
You knew the rules.
Make your money, pay your dues,
don't meddle in politics.
But your ego always gets the better of you.
So you ridicule the President.
You plot against him.
This is personal now.
I promised the President your heart on a plate.
And that is exactly what I am going to give him.
(WHISPERS) Thanks.
How many units have you sold?
All but four units.
Who said you can't sell thin air?
It's very impressive, Daniel.
Yeah.
It'll be the most expensive residential property in the world.
Not bad for a second-generation immigrant, huh?
I'm sure nobody thinks of you like that.
Not any more, they don't. Not any more.
It's me again.
The architect's here, so just wondering where you are.
Call me.
I'm sure he'll be here soon.
(SIRENS WAILING)
(CLARINET CONCERTO)
Get out of the car!
Get him!
Now hold him still.
You should have heeded our warnings, Maksim.
Get him!
(GROANS)
(PANTS)
Maksim.
Maksim, what the hell happened?
(SIGHS)
Based on the serial numbers,
the guns are definitely ex-British Army.
So the MOD has been a little more forthcoming.
Our shooter is Archie Grant, the rider is Graham Bowles.
Both former members of the 12th Airborne regiment.
The suspicion is, Bowles and Grant turned mercenary after leaving the SAS,
working for private military companies in Russia,
the Caucasus, the Ukraine, rescuing kidnap victims...
Which could've put them into contact with the Russian state.
Exactly.
Hiring Grant and Bowles to hit Bazhanov would have been simple and discreet.
But isn't it strange to use British hit men rather than to use one of their own?
You mean, why take a chance using outsiders?
I was just finishing up and I was wondering
if you fancied going for a drink.
- Well, we could go for a drink. - Mm.
- And then a bite to eat. - Mm-hm.
And then some awkward chitchat as you walk me to the Tube.
(CHUCKLES)
Or we could just go to my place.
Don't think I'm easy, Jack. Just... very time-efficient.
OK.
(DOOR SLAMS)
Hello?
Hello, Kristina.
- Leave London or you'll be next. - Are you sure it was them?
He spoke with an English accent.
They wore balaclavas, had baseball bats.
They said I should have heeded their warnings.
I'm calling the police.
I have to leave London.
I can't fight on so many fronts.
You can't leave, not after everything you've achieved.
I'll call the police, we'll get in extra security.
You can't let them win.
It's not safe for me here any more.
For Anastacia's sake, we have to leave.
We can start over.
Hmm?
New York?
Los Angeles?
We can be together properly.
Live a normal life.
I can't just walk out on Daniel.
We haven't spent a night apart since we were 16.
Our lives are here, my life is here.
I won't change my mind, Yasmin.
I'm going to wind up my businesses, sell the properties,
finalise my divorce.
Come with me.
Come with me, please.
Why do you hate us so much?!
Because you stole from your country.
There is no greater sin, Kristina.
Please, you don't have to do this.
You stole from people like me -
ordinary citizens trying to better themselves.
Huh...
And you bought yourself this.
I can get you money.
I want Maksim.
No.
He's hiding in The Elysium.
He knows we are watching him.
I want you to draw him out.
You must be out of your mind!
If you do this for me,
you can keep it all.
Hmm?
The money, the houses, the planes, your daughter.
It can all be yours.
So think very carefully, Kristina...
...because I won't ask you again.
Do... we... have... a deal?
Go to hell!
I would never betray my husband to the likes of you.
(SCREAMS)
Oh, stop!
(SCREAMING)
DANIEL: Are you completely insane?!
- Daniel, please... - He's a married man, Yas.
He's divorcing Kristina.
- He wants to be with me. - This is nuts.
How long has this been going on for?
Nine months, give or take.
I love him, Daniel.
Yeah, clearly.
And what about Doshi & Doshi, hmm?
Oh, I can still help.
Oh, what, from a condo on Venice Beach?!
We always planned to expand, now we can.
It's taken us half our lives to beat that lot.
It's the same people that pushed Dad to bankruptcy,
said we'd amount to nothing. And now they're begging to invest in us
and you just want to walk awayfrom it!
I don't want that life any more.
I want a normal life,
the life we never had -
me, Maksim, Anastacia,
maybe kids of our own.
No-one could have done what we've done, Yas.
We were kids, we had nothing, and now we've got all this.
Yeah, and does it make you happy?
It made us both happy.
Why can't you give me your blessing?
Look, I love you...
...and I would never want to do anything to hurt you,
but things have changed.
What are you going to do when they come after you in the US, huh?
There are people out there that want Maksim dead.
Is that what you want, to be a fugitive for the rest of your life?
It wouldn't be like that.
And when they catch up with you, do you want to be buried over there
- or over here, hmm? - Don't.
You will never be safe, Yas.
Is he really worth it?
Yes...
he is.
Well, I hope he knows what he's taking on.
Hello.
I'm Jack.
You must be Lucy.
I'm six.
Are you?
Good. Good.
Erm...
...I'm a friend of your mum's.
Do you know where she is?
She's outside talking to Dad.
Huh.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Why are you wearing my mum's bathrobe?
Ah...
good question.
Dyadya Kolya vodil tebya v Tsentralny Park?
Da, ya lyublyu loshchadei.
My katalis v karete.
Hurrah!
(PHONE VIBRATES)
Khorosho, dorogaya. Ya lyublyu tebya.
Ya seichas govorit ne mogu.
V sleduyushchii raz my uzhe pogovorim ne po telefonu.
Ya lyublyu tebya, Papa.
Bye.
(PHONE VIBRATES)
(SIGHS)
Kristina.
I'd like to meet...
to go over the terms of this divorce you are insisting on.
But we don't need to meet.
That's what we pay lawyers for.
I would prefer, for our daughter, a more civilised approach.
As would I.
Meet me at Liverpool Street Station in half an hour.
Are you OK?
Anastacia says she tried to call you last night but couldn't get hold of you.
Hello?
(CLICK)
(LINE DEAD TONE)
We can't risk going after Bazhanov again.
- We have to. - Haven't you been hurt enough?
We've been on this guy for months. We hit him again tonight.
How? I can't be sure that we'll be able to get in and out cleanly.
It's never going to be handed to us on a plate.
There's always gonna be risks.
If you want to walk, I won't stand in your way.
Screw you.
This is as much my fight as it is yours.
Or perhaps you think you're the only one that's had to make sacrifices?
I had to beg my mum for forgiveness...
tell her that she was right all along.
I've lived with her lectures and insults
just so I could get this job, get close to Bazhanov.
Which is why we can't quit now, why we have to stay strong.
We need to drive these parasites from London.
Don't underestimate me.
I don't.
I've always believed in you...
...believed in this.
I'm worried about you.
Don't.
Help me.
Let's finish what we started.
(INDISTINCT PLATFORM ANNOUNCEMENTS)
My God, what did those cowards do to you? Huh?!
Forgive me, please.
Are they here now?
- I'm sorry, I didn't know... - It's OK,
just stay with me. Stay with me.
I won't let them win.
We'll be in touch, Mr Bazhanov.
Take this.
And go straight to Anastacia, OK?
Send her my love.
Tell her I'll see her soon.
Take care of yourself, Misha.
I'm happy to keep doing this all night,
so I'll ask you again -
when did you contact Grant and Bowles?
- How did you find them? - (CHUCKLES)
I'm glad you find it entertaining.
- I find youvery entertaining. - I'm sorry?
I'm a legal attaché in this country.
I have diplomatic immunity.
My embassy is instructing this police station as we speak
to release me immediately.
So, unless you don't want to commit career suicide,
I'd suggest we end this right now.
Sometimes it's better to say nothing
and look the other way, DI Parks.
Is that it?!
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SIRENS WAILING)
Hey.
- I missed you. - I missed you, too.
I've just got our travel arrangements confirmed.
I've got the details there.
Oh, you've been busy.
Before you look at that, I have something else for you.
I've been carrying it around for weeks.
Wow.
It's beautiful.
May I?
Well, this wasn't quite how I was imagining it, but...
(LIQUID POURS)
Are you OK?
I haven't been very honest with you.
What do you mean?
I've tried to be, but...
...but it's been hard, and now things are moving so quickly and...
I want you to know that it's you I love.
It'll always be you.
Please try to understand.
Well, please tell me what's wrong.
Well, I take my hat off to you, Sarah,
you've done a greatjob at keeping this quiet(!)
Wait till you see tomorrow's headlines -
oligarchs, spies, guns.
You've made London look like the Wild West.
I'm just doing my job.
People's lives are at stake.
I can't control what the press writes.
I told you to keep Bazhanov out of it.
I take my orders from the Chief Super.
And he takes hisfrom me.
Think very carefully about your next move, Sarah.
There's more than just your future at stake now.
(UNDER BREATH) Shit.
- (DING) - LIFT: Penthouse.
(LOCK BEEPS)
Maksim?
(PHONE RINGS FAINTLY)
(RINGING CONTINUES)
(RING VOLUME INCREASES)
(PHONE RINGS)
NIKKI: A young woman is dead!
Bazhanov is a crucial witness, if not a suspect.
We need to bring him in.
Whatever's going on, please call me.
Do this for me...
and I guarantee that by tonight
you'll have reached your £ 100,000 target.
JACK: You'll be in her debt for ever.
And Lucy lives.
Don't let a killer walk free.
They've got something!
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