All language subtitles for Atomic Blonde (2017) Buztre

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 Gasciogne.

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.

FarangSiam thanks you. Enjoy!

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 US 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 its controller.
I understand that.

I was there, in Berlin.

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

Would it 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.

Ah... 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.

And 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 Gasciogne?

Enough to say hello.

We worked together
in Istanbul in '85.

He's dead.

Gasciogne was killed last night
on a mission in Berlin.

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

And a coroner extracted
a 7.62 Tokarev round

from the base of his skull.

Soviets.

Yesterday, Gasciogne 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
Gasciogne 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 there.

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 Gasciogne
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.

And 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 Gasciogne'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... Oh, fuck!

I'll be in touch.

Uh...

Ooh!

I'm so fucking late.

Miss Broughton,
Mr. Percival was running late.

He sent me to pick you up.

Checked bags?

No, they've been sent.

Please, follow me.

Docking in front

of the terminal is not permitted.

Passengers loading and unloading only.

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 Café
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.

For 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 303.

Disastrous Sinéad O'Connor hair.

Irish singer. Hmm.

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

"It's to blend in."

You 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
Gasciogne'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 a 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 attache.

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?

Do 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.

Ms. 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.

Hmm... 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 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 Gasciogne?

He's dead.

You need to be careful.

...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 Gasciogne's apartment.

You realize you were late to the party.

Percival, the Russians,

everybody must've 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 Gasciogne'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 Gasciogne's apartment.

And if I knew he was going
to call the police,

I would have worn a different outfit.

"Different outfit"?

Hey!

Halt!

With repeated calls
for change on the streets

and the protestors 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.

Hmm?

Let me take your coat.

Make yourself at home.

Fucking hell.

Do you want a pair of jeans?
Help yourself.

Hmm.

Your library includes Larry Flynt?

Champion of free speech.

Hmm.

What have you found on Bakhtin?

Look, if Bakhtin wanted the Russians
to have that list,

he would have 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 Gasciogne'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.

I must have forgot to.

Get your coat, love.

We're going for a walk.

Look, we're all exposed by that list.

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."

Niccolò 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.

Hmm.

French women.

What about the British?

Maybe we can 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?

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 waive the refugees

through checkpoints with few questions.

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

as the tide of loaded Trabants
continues to flow out.

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?

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.

The 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've 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 Gasciogne.

What do you know about Gasciogne?

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.

Oh, 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 gonna 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.

I hope you get a snapshot.

Next week, this will be
a whole different picture.

Satchel 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've 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.

Look, the KGB are gonna have some

very angry bastards out there
looking for Spyglass.

We can't trust any
of the old routes or 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.

Do we have a deal?

I'll take that as a yes.

Hmm.

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.

Oh, I'm very close to Satchel.

And no one thought to tell me?

Hmm?

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 mustache.

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.

You were 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 youth 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 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!

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 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.

No.

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!

We 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 in hell?

Fasten your seatbelt.

You all right?

Yeah.

We have to go...

It's so cold!

Open your door!

My foot is 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.
Whoa, whoa, whoa...

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.

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 has 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.

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.

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.

Oh, Lasalle, listen to me very carefully.

You have no idea
who you're dealing with.

You set me up.

Come on, love.
This is the game.

I know your secrets, David,

and I can play this game
better than you think.

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.

There is something
that I need to tell you.

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

Shh.

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 gonna take a quick 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.

Oh...

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 those 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 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.

Phew...

And you feature heavily.

It 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.

No!

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 Gasciogne

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 can make
some sort of arrangement.

You've got to know that
I'm the only man in this town

that can help you get that list.

Very impressive.

A dedication, a loyalty
is a rare thing 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 lap dog 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.

Oh, 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?

Hmm?

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

Before you die,

I want 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.