All language subtitles for The Fourth Protocol French Bluray

1963 - Top British agent
Kim Philby defected to Moscow

1968 - America, Britain, Russia signed an
agreement to halt the spread of nuclear weapons

this treaty contained four secret protocols

today - only one remains...

I'm Kim Philby, Major.

That is, Colonel Philby, KGB, retired.

I think you'll find I have an
appointment with General Govorshin,

the Chairman of the KGB.

General Govorshin left three hours ago.

But that's impossible.

I was summoned for an important
conference with him.

I regret the Comrade General

charged me to make an
alternative arrangement.

And what, pray, might that be?

Major Valeri Alexeyevich Petrofsky.

At ease.

You are a fortunate man, Major Petrofsky.

You have been chosen for a mission
of the utmost importance.

If you are successful,

you will return to honors
and promotions beyond your dreams.

As Chairman of the KGB,
I am giving you a direct order.

You will accept my authority
and my authority alone.

You will consult neither
your camp commandant

nor the head of the Illegals Directorate.

Nor will you reveal details
of this mission to anyone.

Major Pavlov here will be in charge
of your briefing.

If you have any questions,
you will direct them to him.

They tell me you are the star
of the Illegals Directorate.

You'll need to be.

Back here in London,
its 16 minutes to midnight

and here in Trafalgar Square,

huge crowds are already gathering
to welcome in the New Year.

Everyone's in good spirits.

The crowd is cheerful, but orderly,

and the police so far
have had an easy time.

St Johns Ambulance have only had
to deal with a few people fainting.

Up in the studio in Glasgow,
our Hogmanay party is in full swing,

so lets go north of the border
to join in the fun.

Nigel?
I've got the reinforcements.

Drunken sod.

Its Jeremy!

Tell Nigel to open the bloody door!

James. Happy New Year.

What flat do you want, sir?

I've got the reinforcements for Nigel.

Yes, but what flat number, sir?

Don't worry. Ill follow the noise.

43, 42, 41...

40...

39...

38...

37...

36...

Happy New Year.

Bingo.

Ah, Preston.

Come and sit down.

Preston, I have told the committee

that I did not authorize
your action last night.

I've also told them
that you needlessly alerted Berenson

to our investigations
by recklessly blowing up his safe.

Presumably you have some explanation
for this decision, Preston?

Well, we've got Berenson,

what we need now is
the name of his controller.

If Berenson believes
it was only a burglary,

he won't be afraid to contact him.

That still doesn't explain why
you didn't ask for my authorization.

You wouldn't have given it.

That'll be all, Preston.
Berenson's away, I take it?

He's at a house party
in Yorkshire with his wife.

Yes, but tomorrow is Saturday, Sir Anthony.

We don't expect him back until Monday.

Well pick him up then.

But do you go along with that, Preston?

He has a girlfriend.

I'm sorry, what's that got to do with it?

Quite.

I wouldn't be surprised

if he found an excuse
to leave the wife in Yorkshire,

come back early
and start the New Year with a bang.

I see.

What do you want, Preston?

Round-the-clock surveillance,

three teams of watchers,
phone tap, mail intercept.

Everything immediately.

24 men around the clock
for an indefinite period?

That would mean wrecking at least
three of our current operations.

Brian, I'm sure you'll agree

this Berenson business
is of overriding importance.

Yes, well, of course, Sir Anthony.

All right, Preston, you've got it.

Gentlemen, I suggest
we reconvene after lunch.

Preston? Got a moment?

Close the door.

Just what the hell
do you think you're playing at?

First you have the unmitigated gall
to proceed without my permission,

then you deliberately try
to embarrass the service

in front of that shit Irvine.

Of course, I'm well aware
that you somehow consider yourself

as outside the normal chain of command,

but let me remind you
that this is a service,

not a free-for-all.

And when you've finished showing
off, you come back to work for me.

And I, as Director General
of the Security Service...

Acting Director General.
Bernard Hemmings isn't dead yet.

Look, Preston, lets get this straight.

If, or rather when, I am confirmed
as head of this department,

you are just going to
disappear without trace.

I will bear that in mind.

Meantime, I want another report,
complete in every detail,

on my desk before you go home.

Would that include this meeting, sir?

Do it!

Yes, sir.

General Govorshin
asked me to give you this.

Your final instructions.

OK. Could you put these
in the car for me?

Thank you.

Nigel.

Bernard. How are you?

Terrible.

But Id rather you didn't mention it
to Harcourt-Smith.

Or has that little shit
already got me dead and buried?

Not quite, but he does
seem pretty confident

hell be your successor.

Has he got rid of all my people?

No. There are still a few flies
in his ointment.

John Preston in particular.

Good man, John.
What's he been up to?

Well, that's what I
wanted to talk to you about.

Preston's caught that prick
Berenson leaking NATO papers

and Id appreciate a little chat
about what we might do with him.

Hello?
Julia?

George.
How was your New Year?

How was yours?
So-so.

How about tonight, then?
Yes, lovely.

Seven?
OK.

Fine. See you then.
Bye.

Bye.

Oh, my God!

Hello?
Julia?

I'm sorry, darling.
Somethings come up.

I'm afraid Ill have to skip tonight.

Why? Is it Angela?
No, its the bloody office.

Oh, George. I'm sorry.

So am I. Ill, er, Ill call you tomorrow.
All right?

Bye.
Bye.

Chummy has gone to ground.
Pizzeria on Phillimore Walk.

Its a long way to go for a pizza.
I think well join him.

Do you think Jimmys overdoing it a little?

Gloria don't seem to be objecting.

Well done, Charlie.

Hello, here we go.

Don't you like your pizza, Mr Berenson?

No... we don't go.
Its a drop.

So what do we do about Berenson?
Better give him the first team.

Oh, shit!
What?

Takeaway pizzas in boxes.

William. The girl with the pizzas.

Manager again.

Who gets special service?

He does.
Well take this one.

Hello, Angela.

Nigel Irvine.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Yes, of course.

How silly of me.
Were we expecting you?

Not exactly.
Do you mind if we come in?

No. Please do.

Is George in?

Yes, of course.
Darling!

Hello, George.

Nigel.

How nice.

I wonder if we might have a quiet word?

Yes, of course.

Do sit down.

Quiet New Years holiday?

Not missing something, are you?

What do you want, Nigel?

I thought you might be missing something.

Like this.

These are yours, I believe.

But these, beyond a doubt...

never were.

I don't suppose there's
much I can say, is there?

I don't know.

Try me.

All right.

Well, for years now,
I've taken the attitude

that there was only one struggle
on this planet worth a damn.

The fight against world communism.

And it has long seemed to me ridiculous

that the most committed anti-communists

in the southern hemisphere,
the South Africans,

should be excluded from NATO planning

because of some
unfashionable domestic attitudes.

So was this your idea,
or did someone approach you?

I met someone at a party.

Or did he meet you?

Jan Mara is.

Seems our secret service is up to scratch.

Just what exactly have
you been passing him?

It would be awfully helpful to know.

I gave him any relevant documents
to NATO that crossed my desk.

NATO?

Mm-hm.

Well, I hope they didn't pay you
in cash, Berenson,

the rands taken a bit of a dive lately.

I didn't do it for money.

I did it because I believed it was right.

A man of principle to the last.

You can bloody well sneer, Irvine,

but perhaps I'm more
of a patriot than you are.

You may be interested in this.

Its an extract from the debriefing
of a recent Soviet defector

which pinpoints a Soviet agent

in the South African foreign service.

And this is a summation

of the South African
internal investigation,

which identifies the
man as one Jan Mara is.

Oh, my God!

What have I done?

You've betrayed your country.

You've passed untold
numbers of secrets to Moscow

and endangered the lives
of British men and women.

And, Id say, you've weakened NATO.

Perhaps irretrievably.

Oh, my God!

Just you and your schoolboy politics

and your idiotically conceited faith
in your own importance.

Now...

some of our more muscular colleagues

favour taking you to a cell
and going to work on you

with a carving knife and a pair of pliers.

The rest would like to
feed you to the newspapers

and throw what's left
into prison for 20 years.

Its a tricky choice, isn't it?

However, this is what you will do.

You will resume your
special relationship with Moscow,

only this time I shall
be supplying the papers.

Understand?

Then later, when we've finished...

we can decide what to do with you.

I'm very grateful, Nigel.

Good operation. Damn good.

The turning of Berenson?

No. The false flag recruitment.

The way he was run.
Very clever.

I've been thinking, it
reminds me of someone.

Who?

General Yevgeny Sergeyevich Karpov.
Deputy Head, KGB.

Sort of your opposite number, then?

You could say that, yes.

I shall enjoy feeding him
a few wrong turns for a change.

From the ruling Politburo,

Geoffrey Stern, a
well-known Kremlin watcher.

We also have with us Colonel K,

who quit Moscow to
come to the West last year.

Colonel, who's now the leader

of the minority hard-line
group in the Politburo?

Certainly it will be the
KGB chief, Govorshin.

How secure would you say he is?

General Govorshin is in delicate situation.

Unless comes some change
in world power balance

to justify his hard-line policies.

You talk about a hard line, I...

KGB chief, Govorshin.

How secure would you say he is?

General Govorshin is in delicate situation.

Unless comes some change
in world power balance to...

General Karpov, General
Borisov on line one.

General Borisov.
General Karpov.

Pavel Petrovic, how are you?
Fine. I need to talk to you.

Yes?
Its serious. Can we meet today?

Where are you?
I'm not in town. I'm fishing.

All right, Ill drive out this afternoon.
Good. Good.

Natasha, I won't be back after lunch.

I'll call your driver.

No. Ill drive myself.

Karpov, my friend!
That was quick.

How are you?
I'm good. I'm good.

Nostrovya.

Yevgeny Sergeyevich.

How long have we known each other?

Get to the point, Pavel Petrovic.

Why are you stripping my department?

Why am I what?
Stripping me clean.

Every day, something new is taken from me.

First, the very best agent we have
specializing in Britain.

Major Valeri Petrofsky.

And then a forged life story

meticulously maintained over the years.

A legend that fits Valeri
Petrofsky like a glove.

Where do you want me to start?

Couriers, the documentations,

radio men and then the coding
crystals for a sleeper transmitter

you yourself planted when you were
head of the KGB in London.

What the hell are you mounting over there?

Whose authority has
been on all these transfers?

Govorshin?

But Comrade General Chairman Govorshin

knows nothing about Western Europe.

That's why I was sure
that you knew of this.

Pavel Petrovic, old
friend, I give you my word...

I'm not the one who's
wrecking your department.

Then what the hell is going on?!

Yevgeny Sergeyevich, I'm sorry,
I thought that you... No. No.

In your position, I would
have thought the same.

So.. who is advising Govorshin
on England, apart from ourselves?

You think he's trying to embarrass you?

Maybe remove you?

Not as far as I know.

Though he and I have not had any, er...

fireside chats lately.

Somethings wrong here, Yevgeny.

Take care.
Hm?

Take care.

Ill look into it.

Stay well, old friend.

And stay silent.

By the way... what's the name?

Mm?

What's the name, the legend?
The name of the legend?

Ross, James Edward Ross.

Mr Ross?
Yes?

I'm so sorry I'm late.

I'm Jill Dunkley.

How do you do?
Absolute bloody mayhem out there.

I'm sorry?
Its the traffic. Quite frightful.

I got stuck for half an hour

behind some motorized
carrot pulper or something.

Anyway, I gather you're looking
for a three-month let?

Yes, that kind of thing.

Are you a single man, Mr Ross?

My wife will be joining me as soon
as we sell our house in Plymouth.

Oh, well, that's nice.
This is the attic upstairs.

Mm-hm. I see. Thank you.

Then there's the bathroom.

And this is the second bedroom.

One does hear the occasional sound

from the Bay waters American airbase,
but I hope it doesn't bother you.

No. It doesn't bother me at all.

Yes?
General.

Tell the first courier to proceed.
Yes, sir.

Will passengers arriving
on Swissair flight 307

please collect their
luggage from roundel two?

Hey! You must be our new neighbour.

I suppose I must be. Jim Ross.

Tom McWhirter.

Any time you feel like, drop around, huh?

Ill do that. Thank you.

You're a problem, Preston.

You see, while you've been away,

young Mathers has been
heading up your section

and he's done an excellent job.
Very thorough.

So, of course, it would be grossly unfair

to push him back to his second slot now.

But as luck would have it,
a vacancy has suddenly appeared.

In C-5.

C-5?

That's airports and ports, isn't it?

Do you know, I do believe it is.

But I think you could look on it
as a real career move.

Well, you cant keep a good man
down, can you, Mr Smith?

Well, I expect your talents
will be equally appreciated

in airports and ports.

John, this telex just came in for you.

Give it to young Mather.

I don't work here any more.

Where are you working, then?

Airports and bloody ports!

Hey! Wee man, wheres your pass?

Are you deaf or something?
I want to see your pass.

Gold fillings.
Lily-white hands.

Soft palms.

So, what we've got is a deck hand
from a Russian trawler,

who looks like he's never handled
anything harder than a bar of soap,

coming out of Glasgow docks
at 2am in the morning.

No forged papers?
Nothing unusual at all.

I think wed better have
another look at these effects.

The junction of Western
Crescent and Railton Road.

Request assistance.

Its polonium.
What's polonium?

Well, combined with lithium,
the two together form an initiator.

That's... that's a detonator
for a bomb.

A bomb?

An atomic bomb.

Pull over, Gregoriev, will you?

Yes, sir.

I understand you've been driving
Comrade Colonel Philby lately.

Yes, Comrade General.
Up to Christmas.

Where have you been driving him?

Gregoriev, do you know who I am?

So tell me.
Where did you drive him?

Comrade General, I've been forbidden to...

Gregoriev, you have
a wife and two children.

You think they will like you driving
an open Jeep in Afghanistan?

So... where did you drive
Colonel Philby?

Comrade Professor Krilov?
Yes.

My name is General Karpov.

May I have a word?

Come in.

Professor Krilov...
in the interests of the state...

I want you to tell me the plan

that you and Philby have
been discussing with Govorshin.

What authority have you got for this?

My authority is my rank and my service.

If you have no signed authority
from the Comrade General Chairman,

you have no authority at all.

In fact, I might draw his attention
to your line of questioning.

That might not be a very good idea.

Did you know that Philby
has already gone missing?

What do you mean, gone missing?

Disappeared.

The rumor is that he is dead.

Shot on Govorshins orders.

Well, that is not my concern.

The man is reckless and weak.

No doubt he has overstepped the mark.

That mark is easily overstepped.

You have a son, for instance.

But...

this cant be.

You know we do not...

tolerate these "golden boys".

Five years in a lab our camp.

Not everyone survives that.

The dirt, the beatings...

sodomy.

I regard this report as alarmist,

irresponsible and supported
by insufficient evidence.

Evidence?! Cant you read?

That metal disc can only be used

as part of a trigger for an atom bomb!

That remains to be seen.

Don't think I don't know
what's going on, Preston.

You're trying to worm
your way back into favour

by dreaming up some far-fetched drama,

of which you yourself,
naturally, are the hero.

And you're kicking out anybody

who doesn't make themselves
available to kiss your arse.

But if you were to look
at this thing straight,

just for a moment, you might see

that there is something going on out there.

It is my prerogative, as head of
this country's security service...

Acting head, sunshine!

And if you ask me, you're
acting like a complete arsehole!

"No... further... action."

And you are suspended for insubordination.

Indefinitely.

Fucking hell, Bazza, look what we got ere.

Think it'll bite me if I feed it?

What you stinking out this carriage
for, you bloody wog?

Yeah, fuck off back to the jungle.

Look at me when I'm talking to you,
come on, bitch!

Just go and die somewhere!
Fucking hell.

Why don't all you black bastards
just fuck off back to the jungle?

And take your commie
fucking bastard mates with you.

What's your problem, toerag?
You two related, eh?

Hello, Joan.
Hello.

I'm staying in tonight.

You can take the evening off if you want.

Thanks, Mr Preston.

Hi, Dad.
Hi, Tiger.

Who's winning?
I am.

And police reports indicated

that rioting continued today
in the black townships

outside Johannesburg,
Pretoria and Cape Town.

Come on, Tiger.

Bed.

Scuffles broke out today
between demonstrators and police

as a further squadron
of American F-111 strike bombers

arrived at the US Air
Force base at Bay waters.

The F-111's, constituting the backbone

of the American nuclear
capability strike force in Britain,

had flown non-stop from Texas,
refueling in mid-Atlantic.

Hey.

You looking for someone?
No, not really.

You got a room here?

No, but I've got my car.

Lets go, then.

What do you wanna do?

And very soon, I would say.

They don't like this
one bit, as you can see,

but Daddy's in now,
whether he likes it or not

and I don't think any
referee could stop him.

Technically, his real name is Akiro.

Getting the worst of it at the moment.

He's taking it all out on him.

There's the splash.
There it is, the full splash.

Hell never get up from that.
BELL RINGS ON TV

Not with that weight on him.

And just eight minutes 49...

of this 20-minute tag contest

has Daddy and Lee the winners,
three falls to one.

Hey, Jim.

Me and Eileen have been figuring you
could use a little entertainment.

Well, actually, I'm rather
busy at the moment.

Hell, you ain't too busy to be watching TV.

Why don't you come out to the base
for a few beers?

Yes, all right, thank you.
That would be lovely.

Erm, just give me a couple of minutes, OK?

You ever done any bowling, Jimmy?

Goddamn!

You're pretty good, Jimmy.
Yeah, too damn good.

I'm gonna have to find something
I can beat you at.

Bartender!

Oh, now, don't tell me you've
reached your limit, Jimmy boy?

I usually try and stop
after a gallon or so.

No shit.
You need vodka.

Marty, come here.

Give us two large Moscow mules, pronto.

Maybe that'll kick a hole
in that famous British reserve.

Nostrovya.
That's Ruskie for "up yours".

Nostrovya.

Cool.

You British are real cool.

Most of these boys
are just all hat and no cattle.

Sounds painful.

But I ought to be getting back, Eileen.

Yeah?
Mm-hm.

Yeah, you get real bored around here.

These people treat us like such dopes.

To tell the truth, I sometimes
wonder what were doing here at all.

Yes, I can understand that.

Do you get bored, too, Jimmy?

Bored stiff?

I ought to be getting back.

Come to fly a kite, sir?

Now Ill land it.

Very good.

Go and get it, Tim.

Its an interesting report, John.

You're pretty sure about this, I take it?

That somewhere out there

there's a Soviet agent
assembling an atomic bomb?

Yes.

I don't suppose you heard.

A sleeper transmitter
has just gone active in East Anglia.

Sent two messages.

The first two weeks ago,

but the second soon after
your Glasgow incident.

So he's already asked
for a replacement disc?

And if you were still on the case,
how would you track him down?

Well, we know he's at
least one component short.

I would start by working on
the recent immigration records

of all Soviet bloc citizens,
try to pick out the courier.

All right.

I can get you those records.

Ill have them brought round to your flat.

OK.

Just keep Harcourt-Smith off my back.

Oh, he's much too busy
working on his knighthood.

Timmy!

First of all, there'll
be a core of uranium,

probably round and about
five inches in diameter.

Now, there'll be a two-inch diameter
hole right through the center.

Over here, we have a two-inch diameter rod,

also uranium-235.

Now, when the rod is rammed into
the heart of the fissionable core,

the mass of the two together rises
beyond the critical threshold

and that's when things
start to get exciting.

The fissionable core will explode only if

at the moment of criticality

its bombarded by a blizzard of neutrons,

and the blizzard is
created by the initiator -

lithium and the polonium.

What is it that sends the plug
down the tube into the mass?

Any old plastic explosive.
I believe you know about that.

So, what were looking for is
some plastic explosive, detonator,

two small discs, a tube,

a round metal case and a rod of uranium.

And the uranium ball.

The thing about uranium,
its heavy, twice as heavy as lead.

That ball alone would take
a strong man to lift two-handed. Mm.

But in size, its about as big
as a small football?

Yeah. A child's football.

If an atomic bomb explodes
on an American base,

they'll be blamed for a nuclear accident

and the British will kick them out.

That will destroy NATO.

But if Petrofsky is caught
with those components,

Russia will be blamed
for breaking the Fourth Protocol.

Govorshin will have forced us
back into the Cold War.

Denounce him to the President.

On what evidence?

What about this professor,
er... Kirov?

Krilov?
Krilov.

Krilov would change
his story in five minutes

if he lived that long.

And then Govorshin would simply destroy me.

He'd destroy us all!

Govorshin need not last forever.

I want to die in my bed.

No. I cant.

So... what will you do?

Watch.

Wait.

- Hiya.
- Good evening.

Next, please.

May I have a look at your ticket, please?

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.
Danke.

Hi, Tiger.

Haven't you finished playing yet?
Not yet.

Can I have a go?
Mm-hm.

Press one of those there.

Charne is from East Germany.

Dussiaux. Wheres he from?
Yugoslavia.

Duskie... pfft... wicz is from?

Czechoslovakia.

And Dutz... ch... zzch is from?

Poland.
Poland.

And they all came into Heathrow
in February and March

and nobody could pronounce their names.

Mrs Vadenan?

How was your journey from Finland?

Very comfortable, thank you.

Mr Ross.

Let me take your bags.

Irina Vassilievna, Soviet Army
Artillery, Research Directorate.

Specializing in the design

and construction of atomic shells, I know.

Valeri Petrofsky.
How do you do?

How do you do?

Unfortunately, we have a problem, though.

Were still missing one component.

We got your message.

Yeah?
John, we've got a break.

Barry, what is it?

Its the lead we've been looking for.

Yeah?
I'm on my way.

Ill be ready.

This way.

Here we are.

And where are you sleeping?

Were husband and wife, remember?

I think not, Comrade Major.

So what have we got?
Austrian, name of Winkler.

He had a duff visa, so immigration
checked out the passport.

Its forged all right.

And Winkler was the name of a spy

the FBI busted three
years ago in California.

We ran it through the computer,

found out his real name
was Ivan Timoshenko -

a KGB agent specializing
in radio equipment.

The transmitter in East Anglia.
Yes.

And we've just heard he's booked on
the 6:30 to Colchester tonight.

We've got 15 minutes.
Wed better get a move on.

I'm doing my best, John.

Platform six
for the 18:30 to Clacton.

Calling at Shenfield, Chelmsford,
With am and Colchester.

Where will I be working?
Upstairs, in the attic.

So...

how about a drink?

- Mind out!
- Oi!

Here is an announcement.

The 18:35 from Norwich
will now arrive at platform three.

At platform three.

Don't!

Keep that away from the ball.

How big is this bomb gonna be?

One and a half kilotons.

It should devastate about two square miles.

That's a lot of damage.

I imagine it'll kill somewhere
between 2,000 and 5,000 people.

Hand me that battery.

Tighten those struts, will you?

There we are.
Armed and primed.

Now... you'll have two hours.

To detonate, turn the
key 90 degrees clockwise,

press the button, then the timers running.

Is that clear?

OK, lets move this.

Good.
When do I get the go signal?

The Radio Moscow English newscasts at nine.

When you hear the words
"Colonel Gaddafi" in the third item.

Colonel Gaddafi. OK.

Wait. Now I have to give you this.

Is everything all right?

Yes.

Just confirming your instructions.

I turn the key clockwise,
press the button...

then I have two hours before detonation.

Yes. Two hours.

I suppose I ought to
tell Moscow were ready.

But before I go...

I thought you'd get to that.

Press down.
That's it, now press down.

Don't.

The key...

Your friends arrived, Mr Hard castle.

Oh, thanks.

Thank you.

Hi, Barry.
What do you find out?

The place is owned by two Greek Cypriots.

Entered the country in 76.

Must have been in deep cover ever since.

The KGB is really pulling out
the family silver on this one.

Does Irvine think the transmitters
based here? Yeah.

How about Winkler?
He's still in there.

Who'd you bring with you?
George.

He's parked in a company
Transit down the road.

Oh, well, you boys have everything covered,

so I think Ill go and get some sleep.

John.
What is it?

Winklers leaving.
Let him go.

But he could be out of
the country by tomorrow.

So hell tell Moscow that
the Maldon transmitter is secure.

And recently serviced.

Winklers only small fry.

I think the jackpots in that cafe.

And I feel lucky.

Anti-nuclear protesters have
continued to stream into Suffolk

in preparation for tomorrows
demonstration at Bay waters,

the American strike bomber airbase.

The organizers of the rally

claim that by tomorrow
attendance would top 50,000

in protest at the tactical nuclear weapons

carried by the F-111's based there.

They said the demonstration would
make its point peacefully...

John?
Barry?

There's a man standing
at the end of the road.

What does he look like?

Tall, well-built, wearing a raincoat.

He looks as though he's carrying something.

He's moving towards the cafe.

Got him.
Let me see.

What's he carrying?
I don't know.

Its a motorcycle helmet.

Get over to the chalet, George,
and stand by the phone. Right.

John?
Yeah.

I've found the motorbike.
Engines still hot.

Fix a bleeper and come back here.

Yes?

A message from the transmitter
in Britain, General Govorshin.

Everything in place, awaiting signal.

Very well.
Sir.

George?
Yes, John.

Tell Irvine to hit the Greeks now.
You guide them in.

You wanna take the next left.

And then right.

This guys really moving.

Where are we now?

Were into Suffolk,
and were heading towards Ipswich.

He's stopped... in the town.

And then right again at the next one.

He's still there.

That's over four minutes.

This must be it.

What's happening?

There's been a big accident.
The main roads blocked.

Stopping their work.

Back, everybody.
There could be danger.

Hang on, Barry.

Right, keep moving.

Come on now, move it on now.

Barry! Pull out!

Pull out, quickly!

You maniac!

Come on!

Come on.

Its him. Blue XR3.

Stop! Stop!

You're mad!

Who signed for this van?
You did.

Ban the bomb!

RAF Bay waters.

Its the American nuclear base.
That's where he's heading.

He's turned off to the right.

Looks like a dead end.

Keep going for about half a mile.

Ill be in touch.

Ban the bomb!

Two people who are believed to
have been responsible for the attack

were later shot dead by soldiers.

Well have our next news at 11 o'clock.

Good morning, madam,
I've come to read the meter.

What, now?
My identification.

Jim Ross. That's right.
How long has he lived here?

Two months.
Does he live alone?

No, a woman arrived, day before yesterday.

I think its his wife.

So what's all this about, then?

I want to borrow this
house for a little while.

What?!

That's not his wife over there, you know?

He murdered his wife...

and three children, with a shotgun.

Oh, my God!

This is Tonight on the North
American service of Radio Moscow.

Just in case you tuned in late,
I'm Nikolai Kornikov.

And Id like to remind you
that with me in the studio

are two Soviet jazz critics,
Alexey Batashev and Dmitri Ukhov.

And we are going to
listen to some in-depth jazz,

coming to you on your North
American service of Radio Moscow.

Our friend is in Cherry Haze Close,
north-west of the airbase.

I'm in the house opposite, number 14.

Its the solar house at the end of the row.

Come in over the waste ground at the
rear, the back door is open. Out.

Sir Nigel Irvine, please.

And with that we end.
From Radio Moscow.

Hello, everybody.

Today well announce the results
of our Russian language contest.

I'm in here, Barry.

Upstairs. Front bedroom.
Number 12.

I think there's someone
in the attic as well.

Hello, Chief.

Yes, he's in the house next to
the American airbase at Bay waters.

Yeah, I think we should.

John, Bill, lets go!

Captain Lyndhurst, assault team commander.

Is Preston here?
Through there.

I'm Julian Lyndhurst.
John Preston.

Have they told you anything?
Just that he's a terrorist.

Oh, he's more than just a terrorist.

He is a top Soviet agent.
A pro.

Is he alone?
Maybe there's a woman in there.

He's armed with a bomb.

How big a bomb?

Atomic bomb.

The time is nine o'clock.

You are listening to the English
language service of Radio Moscow.

And here is the news.
Your reader - Paul Koslow.

In Afghanistan today,
democratic government forces,

assisted by their Soviet comrades in arms,

continued their sweep against
fascist CIA-backed rebels...

Our correspondent in Kabul

reports that the government forces...

Entering Cherry Haze, 15 seconds.

Go ahead.

And large areas of the
valley have been liberated

and restored to democratic control.

The arrival of Government and Soviet forces

have, everywhere, been
greeted with jubilation...

Ginger!

Hold position.
There's a civilian on the street.

Ginger!

Ginger. Come on.

Ginger, come down from there.

Were bloody exposed out here.

While trying to escape
to join the rebels...

Here, Ginger!

Ginger, easy now.
Ginger.

Predicted further record
grain harvests this year

for Soviet agriculture.

To a cheering crowd of farm workers...

Easy. Easy.

Oh, for Christs sake.

Ginger!

Fruit, hogs and corn,

and thus setting an
example to the whole nation.

In Libya today, progressive Arab leaders

invited by the Libyan
leader, Colonel Gaddafi,

met to discuss further measures

in the continuing struggle against
American and Zionist imperialism

in the Middle East.

Let me go!

Let me go!

Shut up.

Now!

Don't shoot. Its me!

Go back into your house and remain there.

We needed to talk to him!

Sorry, boss.
Orders.

Stay away from the windows.

Ill be a couple of minutes.
OK, Dad.

We are gathered here today

to give thanks for the life of
our friend, Sir Bernard Hemmings.

We are grateful for the privilege
of having known him.

For all of us, I believe, have had
our lives enriched and enhanced

by the example he has set us.

For Bernard conducted himself
throughout his distinguished career

with unfailing cheerfulness,

with generosity of spirit and with charity.

In commemorating him today,

I do not think it is too much to say...

Excuse me. Thank you.

That his passing marks the end of an era.

It is our fervent desire that he may
gain here the peace...

Preston.

What do you want?

I've been trying to speak
to you for two weeks.

I want to know why the Russian was killed.

I believe he was crawling towards
an atomic bomb at the time.

No, he wasn't.

He was executed on your orders.

Or was it on yours, General?

Why did you send Winkler, your man
with the obviously forged passport,

to lead us to Petrofsky?

You deliberately wasted
the whole operation.

Why did you do that, General?

You and Irvine set it up, didn't you?

You gave us Petrofsky

in return for the evidence that
you will use to destroy Govorshin.

You could well become
the next Chairman of the KGB.

Preston, you're out of your depth.

Its all a game to you, isn't it?

You don't give a shit about anything
except your lousy careers,

neither of you.

Its about time they put
you in a fucking museum.

Do you think hell talk?

Dad!

Where we going?
Home.