The blood of the innocent...
shed to enrich the powerful.
That is, and always has been, war.
Check out what just came in.
What am I looking at?
Mass graves outside Tripoli.
According to who?
According to whoever riskedhis life to send us this.
Bloody hell, would you look at that?
Gaddafi is a butcher.
Maybe he'll finally get what he deserves.
Post it.
United States has maintained
a set of core principles which guide our approach.
We said last week,
we strongly condemn the use of violence in Libya.
But in modern times,
war can be waged with money as surely as with guns.
And the casualties of war
are no longer counted only on the battlefield...
but at home.
From now on, I will take care of you.
It's okay.
You really believe she was murdered?
An inquest is held
only if there is a suspicion of violent death, Mr. Ruggero.
Could you tell if someonehad deliberately given heran overdose?
Someone could have.
Or she could have overdosed herself,
deliberately or accidentally.
I'm sorry.
There's simply no way to prove it.
You know, I always believed that you weren't like them.
That you were better.
-You're right, fuck you. -Fuck you.
I'm better off without you.
Please mind the gap between the train and the platform.
...financial sector today,
financial shares are higher than midday trade,
as optimism sweeps...
-Hey, watch it. -Sorry, sorry.
-Um, hi. Hi.
Hey, apparently there's a pass for me somewhere.
This is my first day, so...
-Name? -Oliver.
-Harris. -Yes.
-Sir?
Yeah, no, sorry. Thanks.
...basically acting the same way
as China did years ago...
-What are you doing here? -It's my first day.
Massimo offered me a job.
Well, congratulations.You might as well take my desk.
A little bit of advice, yeah?
Watch your back around here.
All right.
-Cocky, little shit. Paul.
Time to go.
Hey...
See you later.
-See you. -Have a good one, mate.
Yeah.
Look, I just want to say I am...
I'm really looking forwardto being part of the team.
Hmm.
Coffee?
...countries such as China,
Thailand and South Korea...
This is Oliver Harris reporting for duty.
Dishonest, corrupt, greedy.
We've had these words shouted at us.
And the volume has only increased
since the crisis in 2008.
Never mind that the banking industry
helps billions of people achieve their dreams.
There are too many people
who only want to seethe worst in us.
But today,
we are here to celebrate...
the best in us.
The life of our friendand colleague, Edward Stuart.
Okay, boss.
See you at the office.
Okay, guys.
Dominic told me about Carrie.
I'm so sorry.
I'm worried about you, Massimo.
No, I'm fine.
Whatever you think he's done, Dominic's right.
If you try to retaliate against the bank,
you will only end up hurting yourself.
Excuse me.
Detective Inspector Victoria Bale.
My partner, DS Winks.
Massimo Ruggero.
Do detectives have the habit of showing up at funerals?
Mate of mine used to workMafia cases.
Taught me it's where you learnabout power relationships.
[Bale]You're a tough man to pin down.
Is it true you and the deceasedwere rivals for the same job?
You really want to talk here?
We're just trying to piece together his state of mind.
Seeing as we're unableto track his final moments.
Mr. Stuart chose to jump from the one place in the building
with no surveillance cameras.
Mr. Ruggero?
Mr. Morgan would like a word.
Yes.
We can continue this at the office, hmm?
So much loss.
First John, then Ed.
Now Carrie.
I'm sorry, Massimo.
Who told you?
Blame is hard to assign when someone dies.
Whether your fault for blowing up the Davenport deal,
or mine for not seeing the holeEd was digging.
I have to go.
Let go of the dead, Massimo.
Otherwise, it will eat you up inside.
Like it has Nina.
The wildfires of reform
that have been sweeping across the Arab world
turned into an inferno in Libya today.
In a region ruled by some brutal dictators,
Muammar Gadaffi is proving to be the most ruthless of all.
But after 41 years...
We sat at that pub forever.
You made me look ridiculousto my boss and to that reporter.
I'm sorry.
Now is not a good time.
Where did you find out about Ed Stuart, huh?
Oh, now you're keeping your fucking mouth shut.
My wife died.
Because of this bank.
What?
No, no, nothing yet.
Yeah, Harris. Two R's.
Don't say I always defend Massimo.
What should I say if that's what you always do?
Firing Paul was his only option.
That's literally and figuratively untrue.
So you think it's okay for Paulto inform behind our backs?
I'm just saying there's more likely to be two sides to the story.
Or are you just arguing with mefor the sake of it?
-It's fun winding you up. -Even though you always lose?
That's not my recollection of events.
Paul betrayed Massimo.
And he betrayed us.
The end.
Really? What happened?
-Why are you sitting there? -Oh, um...
No, Paul said--
Paul was a trader. You're a trainee.
Your desk is...
there.
Um...
okay, okay.
I'm sorry.
Really sorry.
"Get tough with the new guy" day?
No tougher than Massimowas on me when I first started.
[man]Assange describes WikiLeaks as,
"An uncensorable system
for the mass untraceable leaking of documents."
But your organization is a bit more specialized than that.
-Is that correct? -Well, you could say that.
I mean, Subterranea doesn't release information
on war or political corruption.
And no collateral murderfootage, so to speak.
Our chief backgroundis finance.
You know,investment banks, the IMF,
rating agencies,hedge fund managers.
All those who anointed themselves as the new gods,
and who don't worry themselves for about smaller things,
like democracy.
She was called Carrie Ruggero.
I don't know her. Sorry.
-Are you sure? -I'm sure.
Okay.
She may have worked under another name.
She didn't work for me.
I went to all three agencies that service the club.
Not one of them recognized Carrie.
Unless they were lying.
Why would they?
I don't know.
She was an addict, Max.
There is no one to blame,
least of all the one person who loved her.
I can stay the night if you'd like.
I need to be alone.
Do you mind?
Of course not.
Good night.
Any progress with Massimo Ruggero?
I'm waiting for the right moment.
The right moment was immediately after
I gave the order, wasn't it?
His wife just died.
Remember who you're dealing with here.
A shark.
If he's momentarily weak, we should strike.
I know. I think I can be straight with him--
Sofia, this isn't a man who processes emotion
like the rest of the human race.
-He's-- -I know that.
I just thought I could be...
Okay.
Okay, I got it.
I didn't know about your wife. I'm so sorry, Mass.
Thank you.
Now if you don't mind,I'm not feeling like company.
Do you think her death hadanything to do with Ed Stuart's?
I think I know why he died.
Have you seen this?
I watch the news too, yeah.
What if I told you it wasn't Gaddafi's decision
to slaughter these people?
No? Then whose was it?
The LIA is Libya's sovereign fund.
Gadaffi's bank account.
We've intercepted hundreds of their e-mails.
A Libyan finance executive called Samir Al Maghrabi
is suspected of being corrupted by...
New York London Investment Bank.
They're setting up some kind of deal.
What kind of deal?
We don't know yet.
But we do know the name of the person
Al Maghrabi deals with.
Your boss. Dominic Morgan.
Dominic's many things,
but a warlord may be stretching it.
Maybe you're not ready to hear this, right?
Maybe I'm not into conspiracy theories.
Dominic Morgan operates on a higher level
than graves in Libya.
The LIA manages $70 billion.
Is that levelhigh enough for you?
You know, Sofia--
I think Ed Stuart was part of it,
but he couldn't live with the blood on his hands.
Could you?
This is proof of nothing.
The latest exchangestalk about a crucial meeting
between Al Maghrabi and Morganin London tomorrow night.
I think that's wherethere's proof.
Okay, let's say I'm buying any part of this.
How is it linked to Carrie?
She was a smoke screen.
Designed to draw awaythe attention
of the one personwith enough power and access
to find out what Ed got himself into.
You.
-Yeah. -I'm so sorry, Massimo.
It's late.
Our role in this
is to shine a light where there's darkness.
And if you don't like what you see,
you have the power to change the world.
You just have to believe that you can.
But you do see the irony, though, to shine that light,
but you yourself must remain in the shadows, in the darkness?
You have to understand that the organizations
that we're battling here
will go to any measure to protect their secrets.
Chelsea Manning has now been arrested
for breaking federal law.
Are you sure that these sources are safe?
Our donors and our supporters are in no danger.
Yes.
Good morning. Coming up,
the latest reports on the financial sector.
What have we got on LIA and NYL?
I checked with compliance,and all the assets owned by LIA
are on some restricted list.
Restricted? What's that?
If they're on the list, we're presumed to have
insider information and not allowed to trade them.
Dominic is setting up a meeting
for some of his most liquid clients.
-Where? -That, I don't know.
A hotel, club. Somewhere private.
They won't want publicity.
I suppose funding a dictator who kills his own people
doesn't exactly put a shine on your reputation.
Instruct Paul--
Jason, or whoever, to--
to short the ones who finally stitch.
I thought you just said we weren't allowed to trade them.
Who are you, compliance?
I don't get it.
When Dominic places shares on the open market,
the prices will be under pressure and go down.
We get ahead of them by shorting the shares in a dark pool.
But I guess you don't know what that is either.
A dark pool is a private exchange
where we can buy shares without the market knowing.
So when Dominic's shares go public,
we buy them back at a muchlower price and make a killing.
What I don't get is--
Is all this LIA stuff.
It's just speculation, right?
Maybe this is the reasonEd Stuart turned down vice-CEO.
The reason he was killed.
How did you know Dominic was involved with the LIA?
Long story. Why?
It could be just a coincidence,
but when I was asking about Carrie yesterday,
one of the agencies said Dominic's office
reserved two dozen girlsfor a private function tonight.
-Did they say where? -I could find out.
Do that.
Thank you.
Why don't you just... go to the police?
And tell themEd Stuart died because of a file
with my name on it on his laptop?
A laptop that we stole?
I stole.
Don't stress.
If they suspect anyone, it'll be me.
We meet again.
We made an appointment with your secretary.
That's your team, is it?
Yes, it is.
Kalim Chowdhrey, Eleanor Bourg and Paul McGinnan?
That's Kalim and Eleanor.
Paul no longer works here.
Really? Since when?
Since yesterday.
That's a bit sudden, isn't it?
He decided to pursue other opportunities.
And who's that then?
Oliver Harris.
Young, isn't he? Does he earn more than me?
That would be depressing.
Probably.
Do you happen to knowif Oliver
was at Mr. Stuart's house the other day?
I very much doubt that.
A young manmatching his descriptionvisited the house
two days after Mr. Stuart died.
Detective, Oliver Harris started working here yesterday morning.
I don't think so.
Probably just a coincidence.
Shall we go to my office and continue this?
I don't think we have anything further to ask.
Unless you have something you want to talk about?
Thanks for your time, Mr. Ruggero.
You're welcome. Goodbye.
Where's the dinner being held?
At a hotel in London.
You have to get in there.
I'm not even meant to know it's happening.
I... I don't know.
Are you certain Al Maghrabi will be there?
You saw the e-mail.
Who's your source on Libya?
A lady never tells.
Are you okay?
-I'll go. -No way.
I'm not putting you in danger.
I'll put myself where I want,thanks.
Don't worry. I'm not a lady.
The escort agency.
if Gadaffi goes,
will that be good or bad for America?
The rage against the tyranny of Muammar Gaddafi
is sweeping the land.
All right, I am popping out to get some lunch.
I am Hank Marvin.
What?
Hank Marvin. Starvin'.
You want anything?
Look around you.
What do you see?
Oh.
Never leave the compound.
Got it.
We'll make an exception this time...
if you get me a triple shot latte.
All right.
You?
Cool.
What's wrong?
You only get one big fuckup,right?
No matter who you are.
If his judgment's off on Libya,
that's our one fuckup.
I don't see the problem.
Shorting LIA's portfolio is classic Max Ruggero.
Classic Maxis months of research
before taking a position.
So he got a tip.
Or he's notthinking straight.
He feels guilty over Carrie.
So he's lashing outagainst Dominic and the bank.
Then think about Dominic Morganlevels of anger, aimed at us.
Hello. Hey.
Can I get a triple shot latte?
There you go. -Thank you. See you again.
Mr. Harris?
I'm kind of in a hurry.
Oh, I...
saw you talking to my-- To my boss.
We know you took Edward Stuart'slaptop, Mr. Harris.
Say what?
Why would you think...?
Did Massimo tell you that?
No need to fret.
We don't want you.
But, uh, I don't...
I don't know anything about a laptop.
Is that your official statement?
Uh, do I need a lawyer or something?
-You tell us. -Lying to a police officer
is a serious offense.
Why don't you sleep on it.
Come and see ustomorrow at 9:00.
Okay.
Thank you.
You said the agency were sending two dozen escorts.
One more.
They'll have ways of detecting that.
Don't you want to know what's going on in there?
Yes, I do.
I find Al Maghrabi, I make the connection with NYL,
I get out.
-Her name is Jana.
Hi, Jana, it's Nicolasfrom Butterfly Escorts.
I'm sorry for the late notice, but tonight's off.
You know bankers.
They canceled the whole event.
Next time, we charge them double.
Right?
Thank you so much.
Is there something you're not telling me
about your past?
Be careful.
-Name? -Jana.
-Sign there, please. Has everyone signed
their confidentiality agreements?
Thank you.
Don't worry...
Jana. You'll be fine.
Let me say now, if a client asks you up to the bedroom,
that's your decision.
But, of course, there are bonuses
for those who accept.
Anything not clear?
Mobile phones go in here.
They'll be returnedwhen you leave.
I believethat's everything, ladies,
except have fun.
Wow.
[clears throat]Excuse me.
Habibi,where are you from?
Nowhere. Everywhere.
That's not really an answer.
I know, so...
guess where.
-You want to play games, huh? -Mm-hmm.
Well, let's say--
Wait. You have to hold this for me for a minute.
Sure. Just one minute.
Okay. Sixty seconds.
-I'm counting. -One...
-Two... -...two...
...three.
What were you doing in there?
Um, I was with my date, Samir al Maghrabi.
Mm.
-So where is he? -He's inside.
He's getting me champagne.
Come with me.
-Where are we going? -Just for a chat.
You're kidding me? I--
-Let's go. And there you are.
-One minute.
Mr. Al Maghrabi, do you know this lady?
Sure I do. And obviously she thinks I'm a waiter.
Don't just...
-Excuse us. -Yes, excuse us.
-Have a good evening. -Bye.
You know, I swear I smelled alcohol on Tyrone's breath
when I got home.
Probably been drinking Henny with those fucking roadmen.
And on the spliffs.
His eyes were really bloodshot.
Like, he's 14.
It's not right.
"Latoyah, babe, you're the best.
The way you're always looking out for my little brother."
Sorry, what?
Yeah, now do Ihave your attention?
-You're getting it. -Yeah?
It's about that computer,isn't it?
I have to go to the police station in the morning.
I don't know what to tell them.
You tell them the truth.
And then what?
Never get a chance like this again?
A chance to get us out of this?
Babe, blokes like Massimo only care about money
and fucking people over.
If it's not this timeyou get fucked over,
it will be the next one.
-Yeah, but-- -No, we're done talking.
-Oh. -Mm-hmm.
Well, I hope it's beenmade clear to you
that your attendancehere tonight
is really vital to our success.
And, uh, I have a club down in Pall Mall you maybe...
All right. Enough work.
Now it's time to play.
I'm going to fuck you.
I'm going to fuck you
like you've never beenfucked before, all right?
-What's wrong? -What are you doing?
Wait. Here.
Oh, you want to play again, huh?
Yeah.
-Don't you fucking move.
-Okay. -Okay?
Listen, don't you fucking move, all right?
What happened?
Do you know him?
-This guy? Yes.
Chris Bailey.
Took over from Ed Stuart.
Now he's next in line for vice-CEO.
He said somethingabout Pall Mall.
The Pall Mall club?
Mm, maybe.
I have to clean up the sound
when I get back to my computer.
Could be where Dominic's selling the LIA shares.
You need to release the stills before he does.
What for?
It'll prove NYL and the Libyansare connected.
No.
It would just prove they were talking at a party.
After the massacre in Tripoli, that's plenty.
You need to get the photos onto your website.
Okay.
Stop it.
Stop looking at me like that, okay?
I'm all right.
Hmm? Yeah, coming.
Don't tell me he already quit after three days.
If you want to learn how to manage money,
you have to learn how to handle pain.
You get yourself a proper tie.
This is offensive.
-Consider it done. -That's all.
I have to go to the police station in an hour.
They want to question me about Ed Stuart's laptop.
They know I took it.
How can they?
Did you speak to anyone?
The lady who gave me the computer.
They didn't get anythingfrom Nina.
Yes. Then someone else must have seen me,
or how would they have my description?
I knew this was wrong.
They said they won't prosecute me if I tell the truth.
Okay, okay, listen to me.
They want to use you to get to me.
Where is the laptop now?
Okay.
So...
So, what should I tell them?
You do what youthink is right for you.
Hmm.
I've been trying to reach you all night.
We're on the move. What's up?
Didn't you get the Al Maghrabi footage?
Yeah, I got it.
Well, seems like the bank's meeting
with the LIA investors this morning.
Ruggero asked me to put those pictures on the website first,
and I know it's not conclusive proof, but--
But the publicity would still be enough
to stop Morgan in his tracks, right?
Look, Sofia,
you're too eager.
It only takes one thing like this to backfire,
and all our credibility is lost.
I'm too eager?
Am I too eager, or you're too timid?
I know how personal this is to you,
so I'm going to let that slide, okay?
But I'm spending way too much valuable time
trying to cool you down.
Look, Daniel,
I'm really getting somewhere with Massimo.
If we ran the footage, it would solidify the trust,
-and that's what we---We strike when I say we strike.
Okay?
Keep your eyes on the prize.
Personal scores can be settled later.
Here.
You want to shut this off, please?
Thank you.
Which way? This way?
Let's go.
...a club down in Pall Mall...
Hello, theGuardian.
Uh, Hilary Mason, please.
Good morning, Mr. Harris.
-Good morning.
Interview started 9:04.
Detective Inspector Bale and DS Winks present.
So, did you have time to think about our question yesterday?
Yeah.
Yeah, I did.
Do you admit to taking the laptop
from Ed Stuart's house?
I'm sorry, but I really don'tknow what you're talking about.
You do understand that the housekeeper
can positively identify you?
She saw you from the window.
Yeah, she must be mistaken.
I've never been to Edward Stuart's house.
I get it.
Job of your dreams.
Massimo Ruggero is your ticket to a better life.
But you perjure yourself in a police investigation,
and you're just another kid from the street who ends up inside.
I think I've answered your question.
Can I go now?
Interview terminated, 9:06.
I want to thank you all for being here on time.
I know, it was a late night,
and a long night for some of you.
We're going to proceed with the details of the sale.
But before we do...
Chris is going to give you a little bit
of a background on the fund.
Chris.
Well, as you know,
the Libyan Investment Authoritywas founded in 2006
to create a diversified sourceof income for future generations
-by investing... -What is it?
This.
Just broke onthe Guardianwebsite.
From last night.
Someone got through.
Who's the reporter on the story?
Hilary Mason.
Mr. Morgan, would you like to make a statement?
No comment from the NYL chief, Dominic Morgan,
about photographs suggesting the bank is in league
with Muammar Gaddafi,
the Libyan strongman condemned for having killed
thousands of his own people.
Bank shareshave dropped ten percentsince we've been standing here.
I love watchingmy wages evaporate.
How much did you know about this?
I hope you know what you're doing.
We're not happy about this,Dominic.
I'm not exactlydoing backflips here, Margaret.
People connecting us with Gaddafi's money
would be suboptimum.
I know that. I'm going to take care of it.
-When? -Now, of course.
Thank you, Janet. See you later.
Hey.
[Massimo]What the fuck were you thinking?
You said to get the story out. That's what I did.
On Subterranea,your website,
not in the bloody Guardian.
Who cares? People know the truth now.
That's the most important thing.
Dominic knows I was going to meet Hilary Mason.
He is not stupid.
Well, I gave you what I promised.
A major fucking headache.
No, no. Proof that NYL has enough blood on its hands
to fucking drive a man to suicide.
-I have to go. -Massimo?
Massimo?
-What's going on? -Dominic's about to hold
a press conference.
Good morning, everyone.
Thank you for taking the time to come in here.
The rumors and reckless allegations in the press this morning
are deeply disturbing to me, my bank and to my family.
Far from supportingthe Gaddafi regime,
my meetingswith Samir al Maghrabi,
a courageous executive from the Libyan Sovereign Fund,
have been for the opposite purpose.
I'm not taking Massimo's side anymore.
To ensure that Libya has a free
and democratic prosperous future.
Are you saying that Mr. El Maghrabi
has broken with the regime?
Mr. El Maghrabi has long been
secretly disassociated from the Gaddafi regime.
We've been working to ensure that resources are available
for reconstruction when this horrible war comes to an end.
Mr. El Maghrabi and this bank are committed to the future
of a free Libyan people.
Any questions?
Yes, Mr. Morgan. Yes?
Would you like to elaborate on that a bit?
I think I'm very clear that my statement stands.
Thank you very much for your time.
Declaring in a joint statement that Gaddafi's reign must end,
American and French military jets
launched a bombing campaign this morning
against the embattled dictator.
Sofia.
-What is this? -Nothing.
Nothing?
Conviction to the cause.
The cause?
This has got nothing to do with the cause.
This is you being obsessive
with revenge againstDominic Morgan,
and it's impairingyour judgment.
Bullshit.
You can't tell meMorgan's the saint
they are painting him asin the press.
Well, what matters is perception.
You are the one who made him look good...
because you disobeyed my orders.
I wonder what Massimo Ruggero
will make of this.
I see.
Months of work just--
I have a relationship with him now.
-I still can talk-- -What did I say?
What did I fucking say?
You do not go after a man like Dominic Morgan
with a knife or a gun.
You go with an army, or you stay the fuck home.
I'm sorry.
-Oh, you're sorry? -Mm-hmm.
Oh! Well, I mean,
the US freezes $32 billionin Libyan assets,
and Dominic Morganprobably makes millions
selling sharesto his investors.
But, I mean, as long as you're sorry.
I'll have to reassess your valueto Subterranea.
Daniel...
If ever there was a man
as skilled at turning a situation to his advantage,
I have yet to meet him.
Every crisis is an opportunity.
We're all very impressed. And grateful.
And eager that nothing like thishappens ever again.
It won't.
Merciful Lord,
you know the anguish of the sorrowful.
You are attentive to the prayers of the humble.
Hear your people, who cry out to you in their need,
and strengthen their hope in your lasting goodness.
We ask this through Christ, our Lord.
Amen.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
I'm truly sorryfor your loss.
Are you?
I know you shortedthe LIA shares.
There is a reason Ed Stuart died.
I don't know what's going onin your mind,
but I'm not the enemy.
I hope you know that now.
I've already lost one son.
I don't want to loseanother one.
I'm not your team. We are not a team.
I don't want you on my team.
-No, no, no. -Fuck you. Fuck you.
The courier dropped these off.
They finally found it at his office.
Care of Claire Stuart.
Good. Get it analyzed ASAP.
What does the postmortem say?
The deceased presents with breaks to the radius,
distal ulna, and a fracture to the distal radius
of the left hand.
All of the above, plus the broken humerus
and fractured scapula on the right.
They broke his arms.
It's how he broke them.
Combined with the angle at which the body landed
suggests his arms were out to protect from impact.
He was pushed.
Yeah.
Why? What did you think was your job?
It's your job. It's your team. I'm not your team.
-We are not a team. I don't want you on my team.
-No, no, no. Fuck you. Fuck you.
You can see it for the first time.
A dazed and confused Gaddafi,
bleeding heavily from the wound on his head,
from his arm, and apparently from other injuries
to his neck and torso,
staining his tunic red with blood.