Surveillance 24\7

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It's easy now -

CCTV everywhere.

You could pick up on a target

getting on train at, I don't know,

Glasgow, and track him all the way

down to a shop on Oxford Street.

Give us a day or so and we could

find anyone, anywhere.

London.

It's the best city in the world.

I love it.

I love the clubs.

I love the people.

I love the whole vibe, man.

That's how I met Jake.

- Hi.

- Hi.

I'm Adam.

What's your name?

Jake.

Smile, Jake.

F***ing phones will be

the death of us.

I'm just messing, man.

I should go.

No, no, no.

Stay.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to...

Shall we go again?

My playtime is precious to me.

Mine too.

Let's not waste another minute.

- Amy.

- Adam?

The very same.

It's been a while.

You got there, huh?

Big smoke, big job in telly.

Something like that.

What did I tell you?

Look, Adam, it's getting late.

Can we cut to the chase?

What's this all about?

OK, listen.

It's about a guy

called Jake Raven.

Ned.

You little work slave.

It's way past your bedtime.

They still wasting your brilliance

on cutting edge rock profiles?

No rest for the wicked, aye?

Tell me about it.

I need a favor.

Oh, you little horror.

Here's me thinking you were calling

for a late night heart-to-heart.

No, your security clearance, actually.

Go on then...use me.

I need everything you can give me

about a guy called Adam Blane.

And why can't you look up

this Adam Blane yourself?

He's come to me

with some crazy story.

I just want to see

what he's been up to.

He's an ex.

You kept that

to yourself, didn't you?

It wouldn't look good.

No, no.

You're quite right.

They'd sack you.

It's a nice pic.

I'm assuming you know

about the boys, Amy.

Ah, the boys.

Look, uh...Adam--

Not a problem.

I'm a bit like that myself.

Fine.

What time is it?

F***.

I'm really sorry l--

Honestly, it's not a problem.

If I can just jump in

for a quick wash,

I'll be out your way.

You take this job,

and yeah, it's true -

a tiny little piece of you thinks

it's gonna be like James Bond.

But you don't think--

What they definitely don't

tell you is that the reality

is much, much worse than any story.

In the real world

people do go missing.

They do have to be...terminated.

I didn't sign up

for any of that sh*t.

Where is it, Jake?

Where's the f***ing film?

Snap.

The same phone.

I had to take it straight back.

If it's a thriller you go diving in there,

guns blazing and you never get hit.

But when it happens

to you in real life,

right in front of your very eyes...

I can't tell you -

you just sh*t yourself.

You just get out of there fast...

just in case you're next.

the photographer son of media

magnate Lord Raven,

has been drowned.

In a statement, Jake Raven's

family say he has not

been seen since yesterday

when he boarded the family yacht.

Crew members report

that he was drunk

and had clearly taken drugs.

It is believed that

Jake Raven fell overboard

and was unable

to save himself.

Good night?

Sorry?

You look like you haven't slept.

I haven't, really.

Good for you.

Quite fond of clubbing myself.

Really?

My stop.

You okay?

Yeah.

Sorry.

Can't be helped.

It's easy now -

CCTV everywhere.

You could pick up on a target

getting on train at, I don't know,

Glasgow, and track him all the way

down to a shop on Oxford Street.

Give us a day or so and we could

find anyone, anywhere.

Can you get me evidence?

We're talking hard evidence -

tapes, photographs, transcriptions.

Sure, yeah,

I can get it.

But it's got to be

totally anonymous.

I do this for you and this is it.

Do you understand?

I get you.

I'll post it.

Anything I get, I'll post.

Snail mail -

safest way these days.

Its the one thing we can't monitor.

What goes on is, well,

the left hand doesn't understand

what the right hand's

doing half the time.

One unit might have been

briefed about the hit on Jake,

while another knew nothing about it.

That's what went on there.

Except no one knew who

the f*** had ordered this,

or what was going on.

This guy, Adam, were we meant

to be shaking him down

scaring him off,

or just keeping a watching brief?

No one really knew.

No one knew what Adam knew.

That's what made him dangerous.

OK, well, I'm Adam -

Adam Blane.

I'm a teacher these days.

Have been for a while,

and I enjoy it.

I teach l.T. at a private school.

It's a good school.

And, yeah...I'm bloody lucky.

I got a great life.

So the way I see it is this.

I work really hard.

So when I have my free time,

that is it - it is mine.

I have to be able

to do my thing.

Hello, class.

It's not very funny, is it?

What does Sir do at weekends?

Where does he go?

Who does he see?

Are you safe with Sir?

Who did this?

Nice tie, Sir!

Well, of course, I told him

to pay no attention to it.

Just some juvenile nonsense.

If you react to it -

any response at all -

that's it, you've lost everything -

your stature, your discipline,

your command of the class.

Do you understand?

I must say I was surprised that

Blane let a thing like this

get to him - unless there was

something in it, of course.

Yeah.

I recall it very clearly.

I said to him, excuse me, sir.

What I want to say to you is that

what I choose to do in my own time

is a matter for myself

and only myself.

What is more important here

is who the hell would do this.

Who could do this?

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