(street noises) - So they're gonna try you for a crime that you haven't committed?
- There won't be a trial.
I'll stay here until I get what I need and then I'll come home.
(crowd chatter) (Alec sighs) (crowd chatter) - I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore.
(dramatic music) - Well don't visit me, it's fine.
- No, I'm leaving you Alec.
We need money, the rent's overdue.
We've got no food.
You're children are hungry, Alec.
(dramatic music) - I'll work something out, send you some cash - Why don't they pay you properly?
Why do we have to live like this?
- It's my cover, you know that.
When I'm out of here, I'll sort it all out.
I promise you.
(dramatic music) Don't leave.
(dramatic music) I need you.
(dramatic soft music)
