mr. almond doesn't seem to be answering his page, sir. i'm sure he's in the field.
what's all this, then, harper? i get a radio that a man's down and in need of assistance?
are you flat broke already?
what i wouldn't give for a piece of that.
aye. this nonsense has put a serious strain on my drinking. i think i was actually sober today.
well, it's good to know when the shit hits the fan who your real friends are.
you look lost.
can i buy you a drink?
well i didn't like the looks of you anyway --
bloody hell!
it's him! we got him!
yes, sir.
i, uh, appreciate your faith in me.
oh god, yes!
oh, don't stop.
i can't --
he asked me.  if i loved my country.
oh god.
then he asked me to do something.  oh, oh.
helen, i can't. i can't tell you.
my god?! how did you know that?
no way. i can't tell you that.
helen, please.
it was.  fi.  fi.  finch!
everything's set, sir. no worries.
tonight.
i'm here to arrest mr. finch for acts of treason and terrorism.
if i were you, boy, i'd shut my hole unless you want to start explaining why you didn't say nothing about mr. finch's secret identity.
yeah, i suppose it would.
bloody fuckin' hell.
don't just stand there! follow them!
but how does he know?
do you know what i want? i want you just like this.  bent over that black leather chair.
what about conrad?
use the finger? you mean like this?
but you like it?
that i am, misses. but i'm the pig that's gonna be running this country.