- Will Holloway: [pointing gun at him] Why'd you bring him here?
- Harry Pearce: I made a choice; to stop the attack on London. To expose the traitor.
- Will Holloway: With no backup plan?
- Harry Pearce: I had a backup plan. You. Why do you think I kept you out of that room?
- Will Holloway: People are still dead, Harry.
- Harry Pearce: Far fewer than would have died in the bombings.
- Will Holloway: How do you make a choice like that?
- Harry Pearce: It's my job.
- [walks away from him]
- Harry Pearce: [to Will] It's quite telling the fact that the closet thing I have to a friend is someone who thinks I've ruined his life.
- Will Holloway: [by radio] They're nearing position. Anything?
- Malcolm Wynn-Jones: Not a sausage. The self-perpetuating algorithm I wrote last night is constantly updating, revising all potential vantage points.
- Will Holloway: Sudoku not cutting it then?
- Geraldine Maltby: So what's your plan? Blow my brains out for my ten-year-old niece to find?
- Harry Pearce: No, I simply want to offer you a way out.
- [He puts a small envelope on the table labeled "A Way Out."]
- Harry Pearce: This came from you, I take it. What is it?
- Geraldine Maltby: It's new. Perforates the small bowel over six hours or so, causing irreversible hemorrhaging. Leaves no trace.
- Harry Pearce: How clever.
- Geraldine Maltby: You're madder than you look. Shoot me or get out, I'm not taking that.
- Harry Pearce: I was afraid that would be your answer. That's why I've taken the decision out of your hands. It's not your pub lunch that's making you queasy.
- [He removes a small, empty plastic bag from the envelope]
- Harry Pearce: I had the rib of beef, too.
- Geraldine Maltby: Tell me you're lying, Harry. Please.
- Harry Pearce: Tell me you didn't betray your country.
- [Geraldine hurriedly starts dialing her mobile]
- Harry Pearce: It's been four hours already, Geraldine. You can spend the last two in a hospital bed, but if I were you, I'd go and play with that beautiful niece of yours.
- [last lines]
- Harry Pearce: Agents like you don't last long in this life.
- Will Holloway: So which ones remain?
- Harry Pearce: [looking back] The ones like me...
- Will Holloway: [From the trailer] You can either do good or you can do well... sooner or later they make you choose
- Harry Pearce: I have something which by rights should be yours.
- [gives Will a small envelope containing a wedding band]
- Harry Pearce: Your father was wearing it the night he died. The Stasi stripped his body of everything that could be useful and it found its way into an FSB archive somewhere.
- Will Holloway: He was wearing a wedding ring on the night of his op?
- Harry Pearce: Ordinarily he wouldn't have, but he'd just found out that he was to have a son. I didn't decommission you because you weren't good enough. After your father, I couldn't...
- [sigh]
- Harry Pearce: ... I had to protect you. The good ones tend not to last, Will.
- [He walks away]
- Will Holloway: Then who does?
- Harry Pearce: [stops and briefly turns around] The ones like me.
- [continues walking off into the horizon]
- Will Holloway: [noticing a white Persian cat when breaking into Robert Vass' apartment at 0:42:00] I think we've got our man
- [referencing Blofeld's cat from Ian Fleming's James Bond]
- Will Holloway: [Around 113.00 in darkened garage] Sorry... you would have brought back up otherwise
- Hannah Santo: Who says I didn't ?
- Harry Pearce: I do
- Will Holloway: We can get to Qasim, but we need help. Call it in and we disappear.
- [Hanna is about to make the call]
- Will Holloway: One clean choice Hanna... trust me, and help me... or walk away.
- Hannah Santo: Do good or do well hey?
- [lowers phone from ear and hangs up]
- Hannah Santo: sh_t... I thought you were going to kill him.
- Harry Pearce: One thing at a time Miss Santo.
- Harry Pearce: I need to find someone outside the service that I can trust. It's a short list when you take off the drunk, the mad and the dead.
- Harry Pearce: If I'd given up the fight the moment I realized I was on the losing side, my career would have been a short one.
- Geraldine Maltby: You're a lone maniac. Even if you had something, you could never make it stick.
- Harry Pearce: That's the advantage of being a lone maniac. I don't need to make it stick.
- [first lines]
- Robert Vass: I spy with my little eye, something beginning with - R. If you can't get it, you do a forfeit.
- June Keaton: Rain?