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Three months ago, I was approached

by an old agent of mine, Colin
Blakefield. He believed

Moscow was preparing
a major operation.

The KGB set Kate up.
She's innocent.

Whatever this is,
Kas is not the mastermind.

He's your weak link.

Obviously this isn't the
best time, but whatever it is that's
wrong... There's nothing wrong.

...I just wish you'd
talk to me about it.

'When Bogdan gave me
the name,

'he was trying to say that
Phoenix...'

is one of you.

You have a mole.

GUNSHOT

I don't get it. How the hell did
Odin know where you'd be?

Arkady.

He knew because one of us told him.

Wail! For the day of the Lord
is near.

It will come like destruction
from the Almighty.

All hands will be feeble
and every human heart will melt.

They will look aghast at one another
and their faces will be aflame.

And behold, the day of the Lord will
come with rage

and a fierce anger.
It will come like destruction...

What will you miss the most?
About England?

Magazines.

A washing machine.

Sherbet dips.

SANDWICH-BOARD MAN:
...And the heavens will melt...

What are you looking forward to?

At home?

My son Pyotr, of course. Erm...

...and the sinners will be removed...

My mother's... spice...
They will come from a far-off
country

and they will come from beyond
the heavens and they will destroy
the sinners...

...spice bread?

Gingerbread?
Gingerbread.

And you? What will you miss?

No-one. Nothing,

I mean, you know, like...

Music, maybe. Books.

Books.

We have Chekhov, Tolstoy,
Dostoyevsky, and you
have Agatha Christie.

Trust me, I'm doing you a favour.

I should, er... get to work,
you know.

Treat it like it's an ordinary
morning.

3pm at the station?

3pm at the station.

SANDWICH-BOARD MAN:
...at the wrath of the Lord of Hosts

in the day of the fierce anger.

Whoever is found will be thrust
through,

and whoever is caught will
fall by the sword.

SIREN BLARES

I can see the detonator.

Hold on.

There's a secondary.
I'm just going to disrupt the...

Wait.

Booby trap.

Mercury tilt.
Looks like these boys were thorough.

I'm taking care of the tilt.

One snip. Nearly there. Two.

All right.

Shit.

Why isn't the timer...

The timer hasn't stopped.

I'm breaking the connection now.

It's OK.

I've got it now.

It's OK.

THEY SHOUT

Roberto!

Edgar. What a treat.

In precisely three minutes, you'll
ask yourself, "How can I repay Edgar?

"How can I ever thank him?"

Well, don't worry. Like a sumptuous
meal, the bill comes at the end.

So...

We've been tapping the phone
of some IRA monkey.

Total waste of taxpayers'
hard-earned.

One nibble, though.

IRA monkey rings a number.
Chap answers, British accent.

"Philip, says IRA monkey,"
it's fixed.

"You're going to meet the big fella."

We trace the number,

and it turns out that "Philip"
is Captain Philip Denmoor

of the 321 Squadron,

bomb disposal.

He's a bloody war hero. Got his face
blown off by an IRA firecracker,

which makes this jaw-jaw
with the Mick all the more queer.

Could we possibly lurch forward
to the moment this concerns me?

Patience, Roberto.

We put a couple of shadows on him.
Thing is, he barely leaves the house.

Until yesterday, when he slips out
for a tete-a-tete with a friend of
yours.

That's Philip.

Looks like the bloody
Elephant Man under that scarf now.

And this fellow here...

Is Colin Blakefield.

Sarah's missing informant.

My God.

The moment we ID'd him, I thought,
"That's the chap Roberto's after!"

Anyway, your boy talks
to Philip for a minute

and then he hands over
a package about yea big.

And what happened to Colin?
Vamoosed.

We would have followed,
but Cap'n Denmoor was our quarry

and we've barely enough bodies
for a barbershop quartet.

Londonderry rather blotted our
copybook.

If this turns out to be gold,

you tell Daddy it was me
who brought it to school.

Deal?

Six months ago, Captain Philip
Denmoor was severely wounded

while defusing a bomb
in a car park in north Belfast,

but according to his commanding
officer, in the months leading up
to it,

he'd become prone to mood swings,
violent outbursts,

prompting speculation that
the accident was in fact
a botched suicide attempt.

Wouldn't be the first disaffected
serviceman to be approached by
Moscow. Any Communist sympathies?

As far as we can see, his only
connection with Sov personalities is
this meeting with Colin Blakefield

when he was handed a package,
contents unknown.

Sorry, I'm, er... lagging behind
a bit here. Who's Colin Blakefield?

A petty thief
and a black marketeer.

Runs a dismal import-export
business,

smuggling Western goods
behind the Iron Curtain.

Does the odd scrap of work for us,

carrying documents and equipment
to our people in the USSR.

Hm. Overall, the sort of chap
one keeps at arm's length,

thereupon realising
he's swiped your wristwatch.

Several months ago, he approached me
with rumours of
a major KGB operation,

an operation we now know
to be Operation Glass.

We've searched all his usual haunts,

questioned all his associates,

all without any joy.

This is the first anyone
has seen of him for weeks.

Then refocus on Blakefield.

He's our last living lead.

You turned the city over for
him once.

Do it again.

But we should find out
what's in that package.

Now, it says here, Denmoor gets daily
visits from a nurse. Send Wendy in.

Get us access to the house.

Daddy, shouldn't... You trained
with St John's, didn't you?

Well... well... I know some first aid,
but I'm not sure...

Well, then, it's settled.

Someone in the infirmary
has talked you through Philip's
treatment?

Yes. And we've been over
how best to swipe the keys.

Don't rush, and don't ever
assume he's not watching me.

Exactly.
Even if you think you're alone,
you still go through the motions.

Oh.

Take me through your legend.

Er... Grace Hopkins, 21. Libra.

I live in Hendon. I have
three older sisters,
Poppy, Susan, Bridget.

Both my parents, Leonard,
a surveyor and local councillor,

and Elaine, also a nurse,
likes a drink, are still alive.

I'm engaged to Tim, though I'm
starting to have second thoughts.

He's training to be a vet.

One day, I hope to travel to India.

I play the trumpet.

Well, that's...

No, no, full marks
for... for thoroughness.

But the secret is to keep it
as simple and close to the truth
as possible.

You don't want to get caught out.
All right?

Don't worry. It becomes
second nature after a while.

I never know whether that's
a good thing.

Wendy? Look at me.

You're ready for this.
You'll be there an hour maximum.

Bonne chance.

I hope Daddy knows what he's doing.

SHE SIGHS

Look, we work with these people.
They're our mates. Well, sort of.

You really think one of them is
a mole? Someone told Odin where to
find Arkady.

SHOP BELL RINGS

So, why bring me in on this?

Couldn't I be Phoenix?

You were only assigned to 5
after Arkady approached us.

Also, I trust you.

Anyway, isn't this what you do?
Suspects, motives?

Yeah, every day,
just like The Mousetrap.

No lighter.

Cheers.

So, I'm going to go through
everybody one by one and eliminate
them.

Yeah.

Alan.
No. I can't see it.

That would kind of be the point.

If you wanted someone who you
wouldn't suspect who had access to
everything,

Alan would be your man.

Bobby.

Bobby, the worker's friend?

First time I shook his hand, I'm sure
he wiped it on his jacket afterwards.

Well, he's ambitious, devious.

No doubt frustrated that Daddy shows
no sign of retiring.

Maybe...

he joined the enemy, when he
realised we wouldn't give him the
plaudits he wants.

Wendy.

As Daddy's secretary,
she's at the very heart of 5.

She knows his every move.
She sees his every vulnerability.

Yeah, I thought she was all prim
and...

you know, like your sister.

Well, not like my sister.

Then she moves in with Bobby, so then
she's got more access, more status.

Sarah.
It's unlikely.

Every suggestion she's made, every
idea she's had, she's been right.

But wasn't everything pushing
towards the false version of
Operation Glass?

Yeah, but we were all taken in by
that. Yeah, but she's supposed to be
the clever one.

Daddy was younger than me
when he joined 5.

He ran agents, broke up networks.

He's given his life to this country,

but here we are, 20 years later...

...fighting the same war,

and Whitehall treat him like
a clown.

There's no-one in the world who
knows even half of what he's done.

But if he turned KGB mole...

Yeah, he'd be looked after. Valued.

The greatest agent they've ever had.

You haven't excluded anyone.

We look at all five again,
properly, one by one.

Six.

Me.

Moscow would never recruit you.

You don't believe in anything.

Well, that's, erm...

Thank you.

I think.

I'll tell you one thing, though.

They won't have got this far
without leaving a trace.

Mr Denmoor? Captain Denmoor?

Mr Denmoor. Hi. Hello.

I-I'm Grace, the nurse. A...a nurse.

Er... Julie's poorly so I'm
filling in.

That's me.

Don't look at the picture.
It's ghastly.

LOCKS CLICK

This is nice. Just you, is it?

Oh, we've got those chairs at home.

So, um... how would you like
to do this?

It's just cream for your burns,
to keep the skin supple.

What am I saying? You know
how this works. It's me who's new.

This is actually my first...
Stop.

You don't have to share
your life story to put me at ease.

I don't want to know you.

I don't need to know anything
about you.

Do what you have to do and get out.

I thought you would have
been let out by now. Tomorrow.

They let me out of solitary,
which is nice.

I can fraternise with the murderers
and prostitutes.

It's just like being back at 6.

You're here to keep up appearances
for the Soviets.

Moscow knew Arkady was working
for us.

They fed him false information.

You and Mallory were misdirection.

How did they know he was working
for you?

Maybe they had him under
surveillance.

Maybe he blabbed to someone.
Or you have a mole.

For Moscow to set you up,
they must have had inside help.

Kasimir was their route to you,

so Kasimir must have had contact
with the mole.

So...

...we start with him.

We?

Go and recruit someone else.

Your Hoover salesmen are not top of
my Christmas list at the moment.

It was the KGB that targeted you,
and it was the mole that helped
them set you up.

I think you have a score to settle.

SHE SIGHS

All right, Boy Scout,

be at the gates tomorrow with my
lipstick and a packet of cigarettes.

You have a nurse in every day.

Must make it difficult to make
plans. Do you manage to
get out much?

Just Halloween.

Frighten the kids.

SHE LAUGHS

I thought you were scared of me.

Oh, I-I was. I still am.

Truth be told,
I'm a bit scared all the time.

This job, it's something of
a promotion.

Dream come true, in fact.
I...I don't want to botch it.

I'm doing it, aren't I?
The autobiography, just what you
said you didn't want.

No, just ignore me.

Grumpy old bastard.

Could you, er... pass the paper?

Oh, shit.

Is something wrong?

You mind your own damned business.

Haven't you done yet?

No, I-I'm... I'm sorry. I'll, erm...

just nip to the loo before I go,
if that's OK.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

FOOTSTEPS DEPART

The messages for Arkady were all
placed in person at the offices of
the Times.

Paid for in cash.
A different man each time.

Now, Wendy and I went back through
the classifieds from the past week,

isolating the messages that are
new today.

Of those, six were ordered in person.
Only one was paid for in cash.

"Aunty Jane and Uncle John.
Happy anniversary for Friday."

That only gives us two days.
Assuming the date means something.

Arkady's cousin Andrew message
was arbitrary.

Well, like us, Moscow is less
likely to be opaque with people
outside the industry,

such as Philip.

I suspect Friday means Friday.

Whoever's communicating with
Denmoor, they're using

the same channel that Moscow used to
contact Arkady about Glass,

so I think we can safely assume
there is a connection.

Agreed. Wendy,
I need you to return to Denmoor's.

It's imperative we find out
what's in that package.

Sarah and Joe will coordinate with
you and search the house.

We've finally been given a lifeline
in this bloody investigation.

I thought we'd start with
Kas's house.

Haven't 5 already turned it over?
Hello, by the way. I'm fine

He thinks you'll stand a better
chance of finding something, cos you
know the layout and where stuff is.

Right, and you are?
Er... Jim Fenchurch, Special Branch.
We have met.

Of course. You look different
when you're not arresting me.

Oh, Joe. You broke into my flat
again. That's so sweet.

I have somewhere I need to be so
I'll leave you

in PC Jim's capable hands.

You want me to go right now?
I just walked out of prison!

See, I told you she'd want a bath
first.

I'm sorry, were you thinking
about me in the bath?

No! No, no, no.

Have fun.

Well, avert your eyes, PC Jim.

If I can't have a hot bath, I'm at
least getting out of these clothes.

It was fine when it was
just meant to be in and out,

but somebody else
should be doing this now.

Three nurses in three days?

He'll get suspicious.

All you've got to do is
get him out of the house.

Take him for a walk.
Even into the yard is fine.

All we need is ten minutes.

And, remember, when you get him
outside...

Put my bag in the window. I know.

Wendy, you did great yesterday.

You kept a cool head.

You'll be fine.

DOOR BELL RINGS

Captain Denmoor, it's We... Grace.

Shall we get started?

Captain Denmoor, this is silly.

Look, I'm sure you have a hundred
things you'd rather be doing.

I'd rather be getting a foot massage
from Paul Newman, but here we are.

So, let's just agree to be civil
for the next half hour

and then I'll be gone and you can go
back to glaring at the furniture.

There. Wasn't so hard, was it?

SHE SIGHS

We're wasting our time.

This mess is KGB.

Junior officers trying to impress.

What are we even looking for?

I don't know. A name?

Oh, like a piece of paper with
"the mole is called Dave"
written on it?

HE SIGHS

How long did you know Kasimir?

Eh?

What, ten years?

Joe's right. If anybody
can find something, it's you.

His coat?

His coat? Was it on the body?
I don't remember a coat.

It was a big ugly thing, a million
inside pockets. He kept his life in
that coat.

I helped pull him out of the water.
He definitely wasn't wearing a coat.

You need fresh air.
I need you to leave me alone.

Come on, let's go for a walk.

Look, you're done here. You can go.

Just into the yard, then.

Get some vitamin D.

When does my regular nurse get back?

She doesn't make me do stuff
like this.

Good girl.

There. Isn't this nice?

Would you like a cigarette?

You don't smoke.

Trick of the trade my ward sister
taught me,

to placate difficult patients.

So, I'm difficult, am I?

Goodness me, yes.

FLOORBOARD CREAKS

FLOORBOARD CREAKS

What shall we do with it?
We can't take it with us.

He'll notice. He could panic,
do a runner.

Well, we should disable it.

Joe, he's a bomb expert.
You think he's not going to notice?

Hopefully...

...by the time he does,
it'll be too late.

My father was in the Army too.

I saw your medals when I was
clearing up.

You don't have them out
on display?

You know how people used to make
sacrifices to the gods?

Well, war is like that.

You see grown men in Whitehall

sitting in smoky rooms above pubs.

They take the working-class boys...

...they get them drunk on lies...

...then they send them out
to be sacrificed.

There aren't any heroes.

There's just...

...meat.

We need to go.

Now.

Well, that's me.

You're really going to make me
finish this on my own?

HE SCOFFS

All right, you win.

It's a remote detonator.
You press that button there,

it transmits a signal and... well, bang.

Isn't it a bit advanced for the IRA?

Yes. They use timers or booby traps
to trigger their devices,

whereas this is more
the sort of thing armies use

to blow up bridges or railway lines.

- You're saying it's military?
- Most likely Red Army.

Which would suggest some kind of...
accord between Moscow and the IRA.

Liaise with the Cabinet Secretary,
Buckingham Palace and the MOD.

Put together a list of
possible targets

then run them past Sarah.

See what her instincts say
would be the most likely.

Very good, Daddy.

I was thinking about you today.
About the debt I owe.

You brought me up from the
watch-makers.

If not for you,
I'd never have met Mrs Montag.

I'm frightened of the man
I might have become without you.

Betrayal isn't easy...

I imagine.

We're taught to think of it
as craven and glib.

For some, I'm sure it is.

But for others, I suspect it's
exhausting,

heartbreaking...

...and, at least they believe, noble.

Are you quite all right, Alan?

Oh, yes. Quite well.

Thank you.

I don't know what to tell you.

I can't help what I don't know.

You must remember it. He wore it
all the time, even in summer.

Oh, I remember that old coat of his.
I just ain't seen it since... well,
you know.

What, since he was murdered here?

Since, er... we pulled his body
out of the bathtub over there?

You took it, didn't you?
I think you went through his pockets.

I beg your pardon? Listen, love.
If I was interested in the
whereabouts of Kasimir's wallet,

I'd get a team down here and go
through every last nook and cranny
of the place,

interview every last customer.
In fact, sod it,
I'd get the Inland Revenue down.

You'd be amazed what they can
turn up.

But I don't think it's going to come
to that.

Because I think
you just remembered something.

SHE SIGHS

All right.

Mmm?

What's that?

Do you mind doing this?

He was the sentimental one.
That's why he's dead.

Never opened.

What is it?

It seems to be a letter from
his sister.

Kas and his sister hadn't spoken
in years.

It's instructions for
a dead letter drop.

Can you translate it?

To declare a drop,
he was to place a bouquet of flowers

in the back window of a car parked
on...

Wardour Street.

The drop itself would be at the...
What's that word?

Paragon. ..Paragon Hotel,
underneath the middle something.

The telephone in the middle booth.
God, your Russian is atrocious.

We don't know this is from the mole,
though, do we?

Kate, translate that word at
the bottom, where you'd sign off.

Zhar-ptitsa.
There isn't really a literal...

It's, erm... bird of fire.

Firebird.

Phoenix.

So, what now?

We set a trap.

LOW CHATTER

On the day...

...I'll stay in the lobby.

You two watch the street.

As soon as you see somebody you
recognise,

go to the phone box outside,
one ring, then hang up.

When they see you, won't they just
turn round and walk straight back
out again?

It'll prove nothing.

On your call,
I'll go into the left-hand booth.

We have to let Phoenix enter the
booth and look for the message.

We have to catch him red-handed.

When do we do this?

When do you normally check
your drops?

On the way to work.

I'll put the signal out
first thing tomorrow.

We've tried to narrow down
potential targets.

The PM's scheduled to be in
Edinburgh so, er... that's something,

but most of the Cabinet and a host
of royals will be out and about,

appointments and visits and so
forth, but too many to close down.

We won't be closing down
a damn thing.

The moment we start cancelling
engagements is the moment we've lost
the war.

Do we put more resources
into finding Colin Blakefield?

No, we keep eyes and ears on Denmoor.

Whatever he's planned for Friday,
he'll lead us there.

Philip's on the move. They've
tracked him as far as the docks.

Why here?

Do you think he realised he was
being watched? Is this an escape?

He could be meeting someone.

Or maybe he stores something here.

Maintain a radius.

Keep your positions.

VEHICLE APPROACHES

ENGINE STOPS

DOOR SLAMS

All right?

This the big fella?

Jeez, what happened to you?
Sunburn.

Is that it?

We've met. Maybe. Not the sort of
face you forget.

This enough?

It's just a car
you wanted to do, isn't it?

Something like that.
Christ, be careful with it.

Where did you say you were from?

I didn't.

It's coming to me now.

I've seen your picture in the paper.

Shit, he's military!

LOUD SHRIEK

Who the hell...?

You stay where you are.

Now, I can go quietly...

...or I can put a bullet
into the contents of this bag.

You understand what that means?

You can go.

Just leave her.

No fuss.

SARAH GASPS

ENGINE STARTS

CLATTER

Oh...

SHE GASPS

Are you OK?
I'm OK.

Shit. I'm OK.

Get back in the bloody car.
We can't lose him.

SHE GASPS

The second unit's taken Sarah home.

Edgar's got men at the hospital
ready to question
the surviving witness.

And Denmoor's house?
Police waiting.

Initial search suggests
he's travelling light,

a change of clothes, his various
medicines and the detonator.

Er... Daddy?
We've found Philip's car.

Abandoned, I'm afraid.

Get me the Home Secretary.

Coordinate a search with Special
Branch and Northern Ireland.

That bomb is scheduled
to detonate tomorrow,

and we haven't a bloody clue where!

Damn!

I told you.
None of the blood was mine.

Truly, I'm fine.

I very nearly lost you.

But you didn't. I'm here.

Erm...

...the other day... in my workshop,
your bag...

...fell to the floor, and I saw
the...

...the contraceptive pills.

I think I've always known I would

make a discovery like this one day.

It was silly of me to think
that I could ever call you mine.

Alan, please, let me explain.

Since I found the pills,
I have been anticipating...

...nothing less than the...

than the end of our marriage.

But then I...

...but then I almost lost you tonight
and that...

that thought was...

...too much to bear.

I've asked myself what I would be
willing to endure for you,

and the answer, it appears...

is... is an awful lot.

But another lover...

...one who's still on the scene...

...that's something I could not
endure.

Oh, my God.
Is that what you've been thinking?

There's no-one.

No-one.

Then why?

Because I lie awake at night

and I think of all the ugly things
that have crossed my desk that day,

and I know, I know in my bones,
this is not a world I want to bring
children into.

Not yet.

I want to stay in that building.

I want to make things better...

or at least try.

If we had a baby now...

I'm sorry. I...I'm so sorry.

I should have told you.
I know how much you want...

Shh.

I love you.

I always have.

Tomorrow is what I'm scared of.

Always have been.

That tomorrow everything
will be taken away.

No, my love, you can't live
like that.

Here, now...

...that's what matters.

OK, signal's in place. The phone's
working. We're good to go.

Shouldn't we be looking
for Philip Denmoor?

For all we know, the mole's briefing
Philip right now,

telling him where we're looking,
keeping him out of our reach.

We find the mole,
we get Philip, solve Glass.

Cut them off at the root.

Joe...

You are ready for this, aren't you?

Of course I am.

Why wouldn't I be?

No.

Who? Who is it?

PHONE RINGS

Is anyone in danger right now?

I don't...

What... what do you mean?

Has information you've passed
to Moscow

put any officers or agents
in immediate jeopardy?

No.

No, not that I know of.

You have my word.
Your word.

'When did they recruit you?

'In my first year at
British Aerospace.

'Before I joined 5.'

Does Sarah know?

No.

I mean, she didn't. I...

I assume she does now.
Is she next door?

I installed these speakers
and microphones, you know.

SARAH SOBS

'Is she listening?

'Sarah, I'm sorry, my love.

'This must be such a shock.'

Are they looking after you?

SHE SOBS

Alan, what is Operation Glass?

How do you fit into it?

Philip Denmoor is building a bomb
and today is the day it detonates.

Unless you help us.

This isn't you, Alan.

Apparently, it is.
Why?

Why would you, of all people,
betray our country?

Do you have something you believe in,

so deeply, so passionately,

it... it goes beyond simple loyalty?

It lives in your blood,

your heart...

...your bones.

Because if you do,
then you'll understand...

...that all this...

...is an inconvenience,

nothing more.

What are we going to do with him?

Bring in the specialist interrogators
and question him further,
of course.

Daddy, if we bring in
outside people,
we'll just start a paper trail.

Let me and Bobby interrogate him
some more, then we can arrest him.

What he did was an attack on all
of us.

This... nostalgia is what he
exploited.

It's exactly how he did it.

HE WHISPERS

Daddy, what is it?

Philip Denmoor called the hospital

and asked to speak
to Grace Hopkins, his nurse.

They gave him a number here.

He's calling back in ten minutes.

PHONE RINGS

Third floor, Rehab. Grace speaking.

TRAFFIC RUMBLES

Hello?

Captain Denmoor, is that you?

Er... I'm sorry I missed you.
I was on another home visit.

HE MOUTHS

Where are you? It... it doesn't sound
like you're at home.

Have you finally left the house?

I had to tell you something.

Oh?

People are going to say things
about me...

...and I want you to know
that I'm not like that.

Like what? What will people say?

'That I'm a murderer.'

But it's not as simple as that.

Philip,

you're scaring me. Tell me where you
are so I can come and get you.

What I'm doing...

...it's to stop people from dying,

it's to save lives.

'They came to me after my accident.
They said I could make a difference.'

They? Who... who's they?

'They have a plan to end conflict
with a minimum loss of life.

'They've given me a purpose.'

Philip, if... if you're so...

if you're so sure you... you want to
do whatever it is

you're going to do,
why did you ring me?

You looked at me like...

You're honest.

You're kind.

'I can't remember the last time
someone looked at me like that.

'After I've gone...'

...I want to be remembered
by somebody kind.

What do you mean, after you've gone?

Turns out I have to have a more
hands-on role in this than I'd
planned.

Look, you're...
you're not making any sense.

Look, tell me where you are.

He's about to set off the bomb.

But then you know that already,
don't you?

Innocent people are going to die,
Alan.

I've known you for years.
You're not the kind of man who'd let
that happen.

You keep telling me
what kind of a man I am.

Perhaps you're not quite
the judge of character you imagine.
They lied to you.

Pardon? Whatever Operation Glass is,
they told you they were doing it
for the greater good.

Well, maybe you still believe that.
But killing people is not the way.

There's nothing I can do.

Then treat this
as your last chance to bargain.

You help me find Philip...

...and I'll make sure you have one
last farewell with Sarah

before they lock you away for good.

'I couldn't stand it any more.
Everyone's at war. Everyone.'

LOW CHATTER

What's going on?

Trust me.

'The atrocities, the lies.

'North versus South.
West versus East.

'Politicians versus unions.'
TRAFFIC RUMBLING

'You know, I've seen bodies lying
in...' A double-lane road.

TRAFFIC RUMBLES

FOOTSTEPS CLICK

Lot of footfall.

Could be a high street.

There's a bus stop. Bus is braking
as the rest of the traffic carries
on.

LOW CHATTER

Oh, wait, there's...
there's something else.

There's another man's voice.

'..shall destroy the sinners...'

It's the Bible, I think.

'The day of the Lord...'
The day of the Lord...

'..will come like a thief.'
...will come like a thief.

And then the heavens...

'And then the heavens
will pass away with a roar.'

The heavens will open...

'The heavens will open'

and the heavenly bodies will melt...

Wait. Wait, I know that man.

'..and the sky will vanish.'
He's in the same place every day.

And I looked and, behold, I saw
there was a great earthquake.

This will stop it.

This will end the war.

What will?

How will it end the war?

'The same way wars usually end.'

One side wins.

Daddy, he's not stable. As soon as
he sees the police, he'll set off
the device.

I have no choice, Joe.
We have to intervene.

Joe's right. It's the phone box
on Newhall Street.

I've got Special Branch
awaiting your word.

Evacuate the area.

Get everyone out of there now.

Philip, they're using you.

Whatever they've told you to do,
it won't end the war.
It won't do anything.

'You're just a kid.
You don't understand.

'I hope you never do.'

SIREN WAILS

Stop! Stop, stop!

'Philip?'

How?

How did they know where I was?

'Philip...'
Who are you?

I...I'm Grace. I'm your nurse.

No. You're not.

No, I'm not. But I'm not naive
either.

You didn't phone me
just to be remembered, Philip.

You wanted me to talk you out of
this, because you know
what you're doing is wrong.

The stars of the sky fell to
the earth,

as a fig tree sheds its winter fruit
whence it's shaken by a gale.

The sky vanished like a scroll
that is rolled up

and every mountain and island
was removed from its place.

And the stars of the sky
fell to the earth...

Philip.

Philip.

...desolation, and destroy its
sinners from it.

They come from a far country
from the end of heaven.

The Lord and his weapons of
indignation

shall destroy the sinners
and the whole land...

MUFFLED SHOUTING

MUFFLED SIRENS

SIRENS BLARE

WOMAN SCREAMS

SIRENS BLARE

Someone get help!

Hello? Is anybody in there?

Hello?

SIRENS WAIL

SCREAMS ECHO

'While no group has claimed
responsibility for the explosion,

'unconfirmed reports suggest that
the device was of IRA origin...'

He tried to warn me, you know.

Alan.

He talked about betrayal.

I thought he was talking about you.

'..that there aren't other devices
planted elsewhere.'

This alone can't be Glass.

The sleeper agents, the letter of
last resort, framing Kate.

Just to blow up a foyer
of a Conservative Party office?

'The Prime Minister is expected
to cut short his visit to
Edinburgh...'

It rumbles on.

Out of sight. Out of reach.

I have to see the PM.

HE SIGHS

We'll talk again tomorrow.

Assuming we still have jobs tomorrow.

Hey.

Joe, what happens next...

...with Alan?

We... we're moving him tonight.

Oh, God, his workshop.

I made him sandwiches. They'll go
off. Should I take them home?

Listen, Sarah, Sarah...
What should I do?

You... you can't touch anything.

Yeah. No, yes. Right.

Sorry, sorry, wasn't thinking.
No, listen, it's...

SHE GASPS

I got your message. What's wrong?

You shouldn't have come here.
You should have waited for me at
the rendezvous. Look, come inside.

Something's happened.

When sorrows come
they come not single spies

But in battalions.

How did this happen?

How could we have missed this?

Shit, Jim! Why did you
have to make me do this?

My God! That's it.

That's Operation Glass.

GUN COCKS