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East and West...

...do not mistrust each other
because we're armed.

We're armed because we mistrust each other.

Mr. Gorbachev...

...tear down this wall.

James fucking Gascoigne.

How did you find me?

Maybe you're not as good
at this spy shit as you think.

It was Satchel, wasn't it?
Satchel gave me up.

I always thought, if I got tagged,
it would be by the best.

But you're not the best, are you, Bakhtin?

You're the biggest fucking cunt in the KGB.

Sticks and stones, Jimmy.

That's a nasty black eye.

Where's C?

Given the scale of recent world events,
C will not be joining us.

Yes, of course.

The voices on record are the following...

...myself, Senior Directorate
Officer Eric Gray...

...our American guest, Emmett Kurzfeld
of the U.S. Central Intelligence Agency...

...and returning British Operational
Officer Lorraine Broughton.

Before we begin, sir, may I formally
request that Mr. Kurzfeld be removed...

- ...from the debriefing.
- Request denied.

What I have to tell you, sir,
is not for the CIA to hear.

Lorraine, you are the subject
of this debriefing, not...

- I understand that.
- I was there, in Berlin.

And I'm here with the full
executive authority of Langley.

If it'd make you more comfortable, I could
stand behind the mirror with everybody else.

But it's a little crowded back there.

Cocksucker.

What did you say?

- I didn't say anything.
- I'm sorry. Did you say something, Lorraine?

- Did you hear me say something?
- I thought you said something.

What did she say?

What?

Well...

...do you want to play the tape back?

Well, then...

...shall we begin?

Berlin.

- What happened?
- Yeah.

Berlin.

Fuck.

Lorraine. Sorry to bring you in
on such short notice.

- You know C.
- Yes.

We were just going over your file.
I see your Russian is excellent.

An expert in escape and evasion.

Proficient in intelligence collection
and hand-to-hand combat.

It's an impressive set of skills.

Knowing the Reds as I do, she'll need
to use every damn one of them.

I'll get straight to the point.

How well do you know James Gascoigne?

Enough to say hello.
We worked together in Istanbul in '85.

He's dead.

Gascoigne was killed last night
on a mission in Berlin.

The West German Police fished his body
out of the Spree this morning.

And the coroner extracted
a 7.62 Tokarev round...

- ...from the base of his skull.
- Soviets.

Yesterday, Gascoigne met with
a Stasi officer, code-named Spyglass.

We promised Spyglass immunity in
exchange for a document on microfilm...

- ...code-named "the list."
- Hidden in a Swiss watch, no less.

The list contains every active clandestine
officer, all their shady deals.

It's an atomic bomb of information
that could extend the Cold War...

...for another 40 years.

And we believe the man
that killed Gascoigne now has it.

Our sources point to Yuri Bakhtin...

...a KGB hatchet man with more
than a dozen confirmed kills.

- So you want me in Moscow?
- No. Bakhtin never got on the flight.

So he's still in Berlin, along with the list.

Everyone's hunting for it.
The Yanks, the Frogs.

- Soviets, of course.
- And our man, Percival.

- Who's Percival?
- David Percival.

He's our number one in Berlin.

He's your point of contact now.

Straight from the tit of the Virgin Mary.

- The Jordache wasn't easy.
- It's for my wife's birthday.

That's really nice.
Now, where's that fucking list?

I gave the microfilm to Gascoigne last night.

- James didn't show up.
- I did my part. I gave him the list.

You have to get me and my family across.
It's not safe for us anymore here.

- The Russians are onto me.
- No list, no deal.

- I risked everything.
- No list, no deal. You listen to me, Spyglass.

Without that list, why shouldn't I take you
outside and shoot you in the fucking head?

- You are going to kill a Stasi officer?
- One that's about to defect to the West? Yeah.

Without an embassy to look after him,
Percival has gone somewhat native.

Gone fucking feral. Berlin is the Wild West.

If that bloody wall comes crashing down,
we don't want to be under it.

If the Russians get that list,
we're all buggered sideways.

You're Elizabeth Lloyd.

A Cambridge-educated lawyer
sent by James Gascoigne's family...

...to retrieve the body and effects
of their recently deceased son.

Your mission is to connect with Percival and
do whatever it takes to get that list home.

And remember, Lorraine,
this is highly sensitive.

Trust no one.

Follow me! Come, come, come!

Quickly! This way.

- Tell me you made a copy.
- I memorized it.

Memorized it?
Every single agent on that list?

Every Wednesday, you visit the Penny Lane
brothel. Your favorite girl is Margot.

- Her real name is Maria.
- Maria?

- All right, I'll get you across.
- You're a good man, Percival.

Fuck off. I just want the list.
Once I've... Oh, fuck.

- Halt!
- I'll be in touch.

Document. Document. Oh, gee...

Oh, I'm so fucking late.

Welcome to Tempelhof International Airport.

Miss Broughton,
Mr. Percival was running late.

He sent me to pick you up.

- Checked bags?
- No, they've been sent.

Please, follow me.

So... is this your first time in Berlin?

Yes.

Well, it's a remarkable time to be here.

Wonderful music, superb nightlife,
marvelous restaurants.

You must try the Central Cafe for a drink.

You'll need it later.

You remember Mr. Bremovych, don't you?

Of course you do.

Well, he's very curious
what you're doing here in Berlin.

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?

Welcome to Berlin. I'm David...

- Where the fuck were you?
- Don't shoot. I've got your shoe.

Let me help you with your bags.

Come on.

- Fuck's sake.
- Russians are fucking heavy.

Five minutes on the ground,
and I'm already made.

- You're not made, I hope.
- They knew my name.

- That's troubling.
- And yours.

That's hardly surprising.

Great fucking start, Percival.

So, what was your first impression?

Of David? Well...

...he was handsome. Late 30s.

Disastrous Sinead O'Connor hair.

Irish singer.

I asked him what the deal
was with that, and he said...

"It's to blend in."

Want to touch it?
It's to blend in, in the East.

That was the Brandenburg Gate,
by the way. I mean, how the fuck...

...do the suits think that you're going
to be able to help me find that list?

As soon as you pick up Gascoigne's body,
they'll null and void your visa...

- ...and you'll be on the first flight back home.
- I'll figure it out.

That's Checkpoint Charlie.
My office is just back there.

I'm not here to collect postcards, Percival.

Just drop me at my hotel.
It's around the corner.

I thought you said you'd
never been to Berlin before.

I can read a fucking map.

This will just take a minute.

- What are you doing?
- Sending a message to that fascist pig.

Say hello to Comrade Bremovych for me.

Bremovych...

Tensions are high in East Berlin tonight...

...as civil disobedience
continues to build momentum.

East Berlin's youth leaders shout out their
protests through tear gas and water cannons.

And there are numerous reports of police
beating peaceful demonstrators with batons.

I've been sent to arrange
the return of a British subject.

The body was identified by your attaché.

Yes, I believe so.

This was not a question. It was a statement.

- He was your colleague?
- Different department.

- Which department?
- A different one.

You have the transfer papers?

You know those movies where
the picture just starts to slow down...

...and melt?

Then catch fire?

Well...

...that's Berlin.

The passport number is incorrect.

I will not release this body
without the correct information.

It's a simple mistake.

Miss Lloyd, in Germany,
we don't make simple mistakes.

I'm not going to lie, I'm impressed.

You've got some balls breaking in here.

You should see my balls.
Then you'd be really impressed.

- I'll take your word for it.
- I see you found a way to stay.

You wrote "16" when it should have said "76."

That's right. I'm not going anywhere.

- I'm here for at least another week.
- Lucky fucking me.

They won't release the body now until
they've investigated that red-tape nightmare.

How the fuck did you get in here?

You know, I've been in Berlin a long time,
and I think I know every doorman...

...of every decent shithouse,
borderline decent flophouse...

...both sides of the wall.

Well, then you must know Spyglass.

Never met the fellow.

He was James's.

What do you know about this woman
who's been following me since Tempelhof?

I'd say that you're an attractive woman...

...and you should do the math.

You know, if I was to follow you, I mean,
properly, you'd never fucking know.

There's a knack to it, isn't there?

It's like walking a tightrope
or playing the bagpipes.

You can either do it or you can't.

Knock yourself out.

I'd like to purchase a watch.

I need access to a network in East Berlin.

Come back tomorrow before closing.

East Berlin is on
a short fuse again tonight...

...as Communist Party officials
struggle to maintain order.

- How well do you know James Gascoigne?
- He's dead.

- You need to be careful.
- The coroner extracted a 7.62...

...Tokarev round from the base of his skull.

- Soviets.
- We know who Satchel is.

You need to run.

You expected to find the list
in Gascoigne's apartment.

You realize you were late to the party.

Percival, the Russians... everybody
must have already ransacked the place.

Yes.

But the list wasn't our only problem.

Before I left, he told me one last thing.

This is exactly why
I didn't want the CIA present.

Spyglass revealed that this list...

...would expose a double agent
by the name of Satchel.

I want Satchel, dead or alive.

This traitor has been
a thorn in our side for years.

He's a black eye to the Crown.

And the single biggest
intelligence leak in MI6 history.

You expose this bastard, Satchel...

...and we'll hang him for treason.

You might find yourself
taking tea at Buckingham Palace.

So no...

...I wasn't just looking for the list
in Gascoigne's apartment.

Percival and I seem to have
a different definition for collaboration.

What's that supposed to mean?

He was the only one who knew
I was going to Gascoigne's apartment.

And if I knew he was going to call the
police, I would've worn a different outfit.

Different outfit?

Hey! Halt!

With repeated calls
for change on the streets...

...and the protesters growing
ever more confident...

...time is running out
for the East German government.

Popular opinion has it that the
Communists' claim to leadership...

...can't be upheld much longer.

And if rapid change is not forthcoming,
today's relatively calm protests...

...could be seen as the calm
before the storm.

It's not just new faces
that are called for...

...but perhaps a complete
demolition of the wall.

Let me take your coat.

Make yourself at home.

Fucking hell.

You want a pair of jeans? Help yourself.

Your library includes Larry Flynt?

Champion of free speech.

What have you found on Bakhtin?

If Bakhtin wanted the Russians to have that
list, he would've given it to them by now.

We just have to wait
for him to make his move.

We can't afford to wait.
This is your city, Percival.

Or do you only know doormen and bellhops?

So, what did you find
in Gascoigne's apartment?

Some Deutsche Marks...

...empty passports, travel visas...

...and a picture of the two of you
together a few years back.

Did I not mention that we were friends?

- No.
- No? No, I must have forgot to.

Get your coat, love.

We're going for a walk.

Look, we're all exposed by that list.

And saving the world is cool and all that,
but my main objective is staying alive.

I've been head
of Berlin Station for 10 years.

You've got to know that I'm the only man
in this town that can help you get that list.

Yes, I've read your file.
I've also read your dog file.

So let's cut the crap, shall we?

This whole hungover, show-up-late,
don't-know-which-way-is-up act...

...I'm not buying it.

I trust you about as far as I can throw you.

"It's a double pleasure
to deceive the deceiver."

Niccolo Machiavelli.

- It was on your shelf.
- Oh, my God, I think I fucking love you.

That's too bad.

If Percival was telling
the truth about Bakhtin...

...I needed to figure out
what the Russians knew.

Stoli on ice.

I'm not speaking German tonight.

So, you're British?

Very impressive.

This can't be your only talent.

Talents can be overrated.

A dedication...

...a loyalty is very rare these days.

Everyone here is searching for something.

What are you looking for?

Well, when all's said and done,
wouldn't you say deep down...

...we're all just searching
for the same thing?

I leave you alone for only a moment,
and already you are attracting admirers.

Monsieur, three is not always a crowd...

...but tonight it is.

French women.

What about the British?

Maybe we could make
some sort of arrangement.

We haven't seen each other in a long time,
and we really need to catch up.

Alone.

Ladies, Berlin is a small place.

I'm sure our paths will cross again.

Sorry. You looked like you needed saving.

Well, I appreciate the gesture, Miss...

Lasalle. Delphine Lasalle.

Pleased to meet you.

So, what do you do, Delphine?

I'm a part-time translator
who really wants to be a poet.

Maybe a rock star.

My friend owns a club nearby.
Want to come check it out?

- Now?
- Sure.

I can't.

Well, I'll give you the address anyway.

Come meet me there tomorrow night?

Will you come?

Maybe?

You're relentless.

Oui.

David Hasselhoff's in town.

Lucky us.

Berlin is truly doomed.

Your watch is ready.

It's on the counter in that plain envelope.

I think you'll find my contact very useful.

Your watch is ready.

It's on the counter in that plain envelope.

I think you'll find my contact very useful.

East Berliners stormed the West
German embassies in Czechoslovakia...

...earlier this week, as the Czech government
has begun to wave the refugees...

...through checkpoints with few questions.

One has to ask how long the East
Berlin government can hold on...

Bakhtin and the list
had not yet surfaced in the West.

I needed to meet my new contact
and see what I was up against in the East.

You should have applied
for a visitor's permit.

- What kind of work do you do?
- Legal affairs.

If you do not return before 6:00...

...you will be arrested. Do you understand?

I understand.

Right now I'm not feeling very confident
about this story of yours.

Why not use Percival's
connections in the East?

He told me...

...to trust no one.

Hello?

Go there.

You are late.

And you were followed.

I'm late because I was followed.

I lost them 20 minutes ago
near the Palast der Republik.

You're as good as your reputation.

Are you sure this is the best place to meet?

Keep your enemies close.

I'm a permanent fixture for them now.

The Watchmaker says there has
been great interest in this list...

- ...on the black market the last few days.
- Any sign of Bakhtin?

No.

This Satchel character has people
worried on both sides of the wall.

Yeah.

What kind of network have you assembled?

There's a lot of... dissatisfied youth...

...on this side of the wall.

They're like a...

...tinderbox.

If you find the right spark...

Keep talking.

I am interested in selling a watch.

What are you selling?

It is extremely valuable.

Finest quality and...

...filled with secrets.

Would you mind if I inspect the merchandise?

Fuck yes, I mind.

Just tell potential buyers
Bakhtin is open for business.

Ladies, Berlin is a small place.

I'm sure our paths will cross again.

Sorry. You looked like you needed saving.

My friend owns a club nearby.
Want to come check it out?

I didn't think that you would show.

Stoli on the rocks?

You pay attention.

I look for pleasure in the details.

Speaking of which...

...I have been dying to ask you a question.

Let's go someplace quiet.

Why the gun, Delphine?

You're not as well-disguised
as you may think.

I know who you are.
You're Lorraine Broughton, MI6...

...and you're here because
of the death of Gascoigne.

What do you know about Gascoigne?

Nothing.

But if someone is killing Allied officers,
shouldn't we all care?

Whatever is in that list
has people willing to kill for it.

This is my first assignment
with the French intelligence.

I've only been here a year.

I'm scared, okay?
I got into this because it was exciting.

But it's never been like this in Berlin.

You should have become a poet.

Or a rock star.

So you made contact
with the French operative?

Obviously.

Why?

I believed she had information
I could exploit.

Nothing more.

And did she?

Did she have any information, Lorraine?

There is something I need to tell you.

It has to do with your friend
Percival. He's...

Lorraine?

Did she have any information, Lorraine?

Did she give you information?

She gave me nothing.

David fucking Percival.

Are you following me?

Maybe you're not as good
at this spy shit as you think.

That was for James, you fucking prick.

Now, give me that fucking list.

We needed to get you a message, Lorraine.

We're several days into a mission
without a single lead.

And plenty of distractions.

You have to be reminded
of the course at hand.

I received your message.

That's quite a view.

70 miles of barbed wire, 310 guard towers...

...65 anti-vehicle trenches...

...40,000 Soviet-trained,
heavily armed frontier troops.

All that...

...and 5,000 GDR citizens
still had the brass balls to escape.

You've got the MI6 so worried,
they called the CIA to talk sense into you.

Eric Gray called me.

Of course he did.

I don't have to remind you
of how fast the clock is ticking.

If this thing gets out,
a lot of good, hard-working folks...

...brave men and women
are going to show up dead.

You and I included.

I swear to God, the last few weeks,
I dread even waking up in the morning.

I understand the severity
of the situation, sir.

And the time imperative.

Listen, I didn't climb all the way up here
just to give you some rousing pep talk.

So I'll cut to the chase.

Last night, you met a woman.

Delphine Lasalle is out of her depth.

Given the climate, I'd hate to see
an executive order come down the line...

...that falls in her disinterest.

Her disinterest?

What do you mean, her disinterest?

Don't insult my intelligence, Lorraine.
You know exactly what I fucking mean.

Hope you get a snapshot.

Next week, this will be
a whole different picture.

Central has been compromised.

Meet me at the Rough
Trade Bar at Oranienstrasse.

We need to talk.

Look at all these hedonists.

It's like a beautiful woman
gone wrong. I fucking love it.

Word is Bakhtin has resurfaced.

Cops found him with a homemade lobotomy.

Either way, we have to deal with Spyglass.

Thinking it through, he doesn't
have much time over there.

Our priority is the list.
We can't make mistakes.

Come on. He's hardly the most
trustworthy person I ever met.

- Or the fucking brightest.
- Wait. You said you hadn't met him.

I lied.

And he claims to have
memorized the entire list.

He's ready to make the jump.

You believe he committed
the entire thing to memory?

Everything.

Had I known earlier,
I would have prioritized Spyglass.

His knowledge made him
as valuable as the list.

I could have grabbed him at any moment.
Instead, Percival kept it a secret...

...putting us in a precarious position.

The KGB are going to have some very angry
bastards out there looking for Spyglass.

We can't trust any of the old usual methods.

It's not that difficult to drive
across the border these days.

It is when you're wanted like Spyglass is.

We have to walk him across personally
to ensure his safety in plain sight.

We'll use the demonstration
tomorrow at Alexanderplatz.

- That's insane.
- All those protesters...

...will make a great distraction.

Spyglass is my guy.
We're going to do it my way.

Fine. But we use my contact
to get all our papers in order.

All right.

We have a deal?

I'll take that as a yes.

You see...

...I received a call from David Percival
that evening, Lorraine.

He said he had the list.

I'll need a little time to wrap it up.

And he knew the identity of Satchel.

I'm very close to Satchel.

And no one thought to tell me?

Fuck.

You brought a lot of friends.

I heard Bakhtin had a little accident.

I heard he slipped and fell on an ice pick.

- Berlin's a cruel mistress.
- Especially for traitors like Bakhtin.

Don't be such a fucking Communist.
You've got a problem.

Yeah, I know. You have the fucking list.

We've been in the trenches long enough
to know that at times like this...

...Berlin has its own set of rules.

I can give you information
that will keep the balance.

Now, are you in or out?

Percival's trying to set me up.

Are you surprised?

Not really.

These relationships aren't real.
They're just a means to an end.

When you tell the truth, you look different.

Your eyes change.

Thanks for the warning.

- What do you mean?
- I mean, I better not do it again.

Why?

'Cause it's going to get me killed one day.

Well, I am impressed. I thought Merkel
here was just a good bartender.

You smell like a Stasi officer.

Shave off that moustache. Use that
soap and cologne. It's from the West.

- You can't take anything from the East.
- Merkel will give you some clothes.

Right this way, Mr. Spyglass.

It should have been easy.

The plan was sound. Whatever went wrong
did so because someone wanted it to.

- Someone from the inside.
- Were you betrayed by a fellow agent?

You mean Satchel?

Would that be unheard of?

Per your request.

You won't be needing that.
It will be worse if they find it on you.

- Everything else ready?
- Yes. Everything you requested.

I'm ready.

What do you think of his shirt?

I wouldn't be caught dead in it.

But for him, it's perfect.

Stand over here.

Now look like a free man.

East Berlin peace leaders have
organized a demonstration this week...

...at Alexanderplatz.

Did he tell you I memorized the whole list?

Yes.

I realize I may not be
as valuable to some people and...

...some people may even want me dead, but...

...what choice do I have?

You're no good to me dead.
And I've never lost a package.

I know.

Hey, hey, hey. It's his family.

- This was not part of the plan.
- Part of mine.

Please.

I'll take the wife and kid.
You just have to deal with Spyglass.

I don't know if I have enough passports.

Percival.

Your old golden boy.

We have to go.

See you in the West. Good luck.

- This was never part of the plan.
- It was part of mine.

Stay low.

In here.

I need to deal with this now,
or we'll never get across.

- I don't want to die.
- You're not going to die.

Stay here.

Fuck.

Two more. There's two more.

Go.

You need to stop that bleeding.

Search for anything. Alcohol, rags.

Am I a bitch now?

Get in.

Get in!

You need to work on your German.

It's horrible.

What the hell?

Fasten your seat belt.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

We have to go...

- It's so cold!
- Open your door.

My foot is... it's stuck!

Just breathe.

- You need a break?
- No.

So...

...yes, I think I understand everything.
You made your plan.

And you failed to get the high-value asset...

...safely across to the West.

You sent me into a fucking hornet's nest.

I was made by the KGB from the moment
my feet touched the ground.

Maybe even before.

But then you knew that, didn't you?

You had your doubts about Percival...

...and you used me to shake him down.

Ready when you are.

Hey, hey.

It's me. It's me.

He's dead. Spyglass is dead.

And you are alive.

They're all listening to me.

They knew.

The KGB knew everything.

I need to get across.

Jan.

Well, I expected more out of the Brits
than a royal goat fuck.

I know. We're sorry. No, wait. You lot don't
have your own private Stasi agent, do you?

Not one with a photographic memory.

We need to get with Broughton
and get on the same page.

We need that list... now more than ever.

Broughton?

She made it out.

Right.

You know, a beautiful Italian
girl once said to me, "David...

...you can't unfuck what's been fucked."

Women are always getting
in the way of progress, aren't they?

What no one in Germany believed
possible has happened tonight.

The wall is coming down. The wall is down.

People here have lived
with the wall since 1961...

...and I think now it's time to...
break the wall down, you know.

The wall is crumbling.

The sledgehammers in the hands of men
not born when it went up tear into it.

And behind it, the East German
soldiers tried to stop the tide.

Water cannons were brought out.
But the West Berliners were determined.

One West Berliner sprayed champagne back.

You know, if I was to follow you,
I mean, properly...

...you'd never fucking know.

It is the moment Berliners
have waited 28 years for.

Even the East Germans seem exhilarated.

A symbolic breach in the structure
that cost hundreds of lives...

...and separated friends,
families and lovers for decades.

I found a French UHF device
in my coat after Spyglass died.

I now believe it was Percival who planted it.

Made it look like Lasalle.

Why are you here?

You need to leave Berlin.

Well, when I didn't hear from you,
I got worried.

How naive can you be?

We chose this life, Delphine.

- This only ends one way.
- What are you talking about?

He set us both up.

You have to leave while you can.

- Yes?
- Don't underestimate me, Percival.

Lasalle, listen to me very carefully.
You have no idea who you're dealing with.

- You set me up.
- You... come on. This is the game.

I know your secrets, David, and I can
play this game better than you think.

Percival is trying to set me up.

- Are you surprised?
- Not really.

These relationships aren't real.
They're just a means to an end.

When you tell the truth, you look different.

- Your eyes change.
- Thanks for the warning.

- What do you mean?
- I mean, I better not do it again.

Why?

'Cause it's going to get me killed one day.

There is something that I need to tell you.

It has to do with
your friend Percival. He's...

I'm sorry, darling.

This is the game.

Fuck.

Celebrations continue in the streets tonight.

From the moment the first wave
of East Germans crossed into Berlin...

...they have been showered with champagne
and cheered by a crowd of thousands.

It is clear this will be one
of Berlin's most dramatic days.

East Berliners are overcome
as they cross the border...

...that has been closed to them for 28 years.

West Berliners are chipping away at the wall
that scarred their city and scaling it.

There is no more interference
from the police.

Unified, Berliners lay symbols of peace.

Thousands of them looking east
and chanting, "Down with the wall."

There's only one question left to ask.

Who won?

And what was the fucking game anyway?

And I was thinking, the wall will never fall.

Germany's peaceful revolution is probably
the political and cultural story of 1989.

We're going to take a break, but we'll be back
with an in-depth look at the number-one...

...musical controversy of the year, sampling.
Is it art, or is it just plagiarism?

Don't go away.

To win, first you have to know
whose side you're on.

In our line of work...

...that's right up there with black holes
or "to be or not to be."

You fight the good fight, and then
one day you wake up and you realize...

...that all you were
was Satan's little helper.

Ironic.

The news will tell them
there will be no more secrets.

But you and I, we both know that's not true.

The world is run on secrets.

Whoever has that list has power.

And without it,
you're just another fucking target.

So, what have I learned after all this time?

After all the sleepless nights...

...lying to friends, lovers, myself?

Playing this crooked game
in this crooked town...

...filled with backstabbers
and four-faced liars?

I'll tell you what I've learned.
One thing and one thing only.

I fucking love Berlin!

- You didn't have to kill her.
- You what...

...you suddenly decided to develop
a conscience after all you've done?

Have you noticed how everyone you
get close to ends up fucking dead?

You gave Bremovych the details of the plan.

You went to the KGB to take me out.

You were too fucking scared
to do it yourself.

Too smart, more like.

If those KGB pricks had done their part,
I'd be on my way to a hand job...

...with the queen by now.

I've read that list, Lorraine.

And you feature heavily.

Turns out you've been a very naughty girl.

Spyglass was a liability to us all.

- I couldn't risk leaving him with you.
- Where's the list, David?

I don't have it.

It's en route to MI6, where it belongs.

Are you going to lie till the very end?

Truth and lies.

- People like us don't know the difference.
- No, we know the difference, David.

We choose to ignore it.

Isn't that right, Comrade Satchel?

So that's how you'll make it work.

"It's a double pleasure
to deceive the deceiver."

Well played.

You killed David Percival?

All the paperwork is in order for the bodies
of James Gascoigne and David Percival.

You killed our head of station,
an officer of the Crown.

You'd better have hard proof
and a damn good explanation.

- Who are you to judge my actions?
- I'm your superior.

My superior.

This was never about stopping the war.

It was about saving your ass.

You couldn't bear the embarrassment...

...of the sins that we committed
in the Cold War.

And I was stupid enough
to give my life for it.

Yes, well, that's your job, isn't it?

I did my job.

Despite your best efforts
and your incompetence...

I succeeded where you failed.

I uncovered your traitor, Satchel.

Brought him the only justice he deserved.

A bullet.

Percival meeting with Bremovych
the day before Spyglass was killed.

Maybe we could make some sort of arrangement.

You got to know that I'm the only man in
this town that can help you get that list.

Very impressive. Dedication.

Loyalty. They're rare things these days.

"It's a double pleasure
to deceive the deceiver."

We have a deal?

- What about the British?
- Do you trust Gray?

- No.
- What about C?

C is an arrogant lapdog
who understands precisely...

...fuck-all beyond the edge of his desk.

Percival was Satchel.

Where's the list?

Where's the list, Lorraine?

I don't know.

Bollocks. The prime minister is going
to have a difficult time with this.

We're choosing to bury this one, Broughton.

Your mission never took place.

This conversation...

...never happened.

I'm putting you on leave,
effective immediately.

We'll start the next decade well rested.

C?

What should I wear...

...for my tea with the queen?

Did you really think
I was going to give you that list?

Before you die, I want you to get this
through your thick, primitive skull.

I never worked for you.

You worked for me.

Every false intel I gave you,
a rip in the Iron Curtain.

Every piece of intel you gave me,
a bullet in my fucking gun.

I want my life back.

Safe travels.

Estimated flight time to Langley,
11 hours and 37 minutes.

Cleared for takeoff.

Let's go home.

That sounds good.

Let's go home.

"Cocksucker"?

Really?

I'm glad it was convincing.