Spooks, Series 5

Zaf:
Where's Jo?

Ros:
Death by mascara... it was horrible to watch. Ruth's agonizing over the fact that there are no more horses in modern-day warfare and Adam's on a course learning how to lift his knuckles off the ground, so... you'll have to make do with me I'm afraid.

Zaf:
Shouldn't you be in prison or something?

Ros:
This is the something. You okay?

Zaf:
My cover's still intact.

Ros:
No, I meant-

Zaf:
I'm fine. Hanif was talking about a bomb.

Ros:
It's going to be taken out of the game without them noticing. We've been given a lease of life to turn our recruit.

Zaf:
We?

Ros:
You and I are now the shock troops of waterfall. Admittedly I get to go home at night. How is life in the flat?

Zaf:
Claustrophobic, irritable, jumpy. Every noise outside is a possible raid.

Ros:
Group dynamics?

Zaf:
Samir's getting more envious of Michael since he became Hanif's right-hand man. I'm busy stoking the flames of discord.

Ros:
Okay, let's talk about sex.

Zaf:
Oh, yeah, hang on... Sorry it's just that it's been so long.

Ros:
We can use it to turn Michael Johnson.

Zaf:
You really think I'm his type?

Zaf:
You awake?

Ruth:
Didn't sleep.

Zaf:
No, neither did I.

Ruth:
I'm going to have to remind myself of why exactly I did this for the rest of my life.

Zaf:
You know why.

Ruth:
How much longer?

Zaf:
Only a few hours now.

Ruth:
And then?

Zaf:
And then it's up to you.

Ruth:
Yeah. If we ever bump into each other again... either here or abroad, I know what you are trained to say, but if we do...

Zaf:
I'll smile.

Ruth:
Promise?

Zaf:
Of course. I smile at every pretty woman I pass.

Ros:
Religion, the opium of the masses.

Zaf:
Really? I thought that was football.

Ros:
Yeah, except for ooh-ah cantona wasn't his last message to the world.