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Frau Hennig?

Liesl.

I don't suppose you'd remember me now.

Oh, she asked after you.

You bloody kids.

You're a shuffling lot, the whole lot of you.

One half of a dango football team. Aye, but only when your dad was the referee.

See the new governor here?

Terrible man for protocol.

He'd run permission to take a leak these days.

Listen, Ted, I'm sorry to land you with an invalid.

That's all right.

I'll have a wee bit extra to do for a change.

And freewheeling all winter.

Just the odd residential training course and anarchy, and that's all.

What do you think about Mr.

Trent? Foreign office, isn't he?

Well, if you ask me, I think he's a whining wee man who has lost his bottle.

Do you know he spent all day yesterday crying?

Do you think he'll give me a written confession?

Well, if you just... You let me have a go at him, he bloody soon will.

After you.

I'll tell you something else, son.

He'd be far better doing what you want him to do than hand it over to Five.

I'll visit for you, Mr. Tramp.

I do wish you'd stop trying to pretend this was some kind of luxury hotel.

You've got a nerve. This is bloody kidnapping. I don't care what Dickie

says.

You're taking an overdose of sleeping tablets, and I am very upset.

You're a sardonic bastard.

I warn you, I shall throw habeas corpus at you with a vengeance.

Oh, ordinary citizens don't get habeas corpus these days, right? I wouldn't

much for your charges.

Don't play policeman with me, Tapson. I'm an undersecretary at the Foreign

Service.

You're a spy.

A rather grubby little spy.

If I was playing policeman, I'd be telling you that Tessa has made a full

frank confession.

Tessa? Yes, Tessa.

Kaczynski, my sister -in -law.

And you're currently humping.

Don't be so bloody offensive.

You spend your life humping other men's women and never taking responsibility

for a partner yourself. I find that rather offensive.

What has Tessa told you?

As far as I'm concerned, she's not involved.

You'd do well to remember that.

I demand access to a lawyer.

Fart in a thunderstorm, Trent.

You gave up what citizens' rights you have when you signed the Official

Act.

I can do anything I bloody well want with you, and nobody will ask any

questions. I have a family.

You have one sister who's heavily implicated in this mess.

She's not involved.

But you are.

What precisely do you suppose you're going to get out of me?

The truth.

Anything that seems less than the truth and your sister will be pulled in.

It wouldn't be difficult to build a case against her.

Whatever I did, it amounted to very little.

What were your contact procedures?

A phone call when I had something to hand over.

And the drop?

A pay phone on Liverpool Street Station.

And the chess club?

Sometimes.

Usually when he wanted to specify.

Information they needed.

His name was Kolesnikov.

He worked as a driver for the Soviet trade delegation.

Oh, don't make jokes like that, Trent.

You'll have me falling off my chair with laughter.

Like Cherubino.

Who?

The marriage of Figaro.

I discovered your sister has no interest whatsoever in opera, and yet you said

she'd met Kolesnikov at the opera.

She liked him, not Mozart.

You're seriously telling me...

That you've been trading classified information with the Russians to keep

sister serviced by a KGB guerrilla.

She was in love with him.

She is in love with him.

It may sound odd to you, but that's the truth.

To me, it sounds rather silly.

Let's call it.

But I do have to warn you that to MI5, he will sound comically implausible.

Who said anything about MI5?

How can I keep my sister out of this?

I don't know.

Perhaps by pretending nothing had happened.

You stay where you are at your foreign office desk.

And carry on leaking selected items to Koleshtikov. Selected. By us, of course.

But I go home.

Under surveillance.

And what if they find out?

Who, the Russians?

They'll be very angry.

And unpredictable.

What happens if I refuse to cooperate?

I end up at the old Bailey?

You're too far up the ladder for a public trial.

It would be too much water, wouldn't it? The newspapers would crucify us. So

what happens?

I imagine you'll end up in the ambulance with a blue flashing light that doesn't

quite make it to the emergency warden time.

Oh, lunchtime.

Give it some thought over the tin carrot.

Somebody knows where you are.

Now, you smile at Mr. Ransom, Mr. Sampson, and you'll maybe get to ride in

nice big motor car.

Don't suppose he picked that up on a department salary, eh?

His family owns a bank, too.

It's rather out of our league, I'm afraid.

Help yourself.

No, thanks.

Brahms One is out.

Out how, where?

Took Frankfurt a day and a half to get one of our own people from West German

Red Tape to talk to him.

He's going on and on about a leak.

Seems to be terrified.

Well, you'd be terrified after 15 years of waiting for the knock on the door at

midnight.

It's still classified.

He had to be very frightened, didn't he?

To abandon his wife and children.

We need to break this Trent, Bernard.

Break? A confession.

We have to show our people that the leak has been plugged. Otherwise, Brahms'

network is going to dissolve in front of our eyes.

Is he cracking?

Brett, we're leaking out of the top of the bucket. What access could Trent

possibly have had? He's an undersecretary at the Foreign Office.

That's high enough for me.

And for the newspapers when we subpoena him.

But you and I know it's not high enough.

It's too bloody neat, Brad.

I mean, if we discover a leak, and hey, presto, there's Giles Trent, ready,

plucked, and trussed like a quail with his legs in the air.

And if it's not him?

Well, it could be any one of us, couldn't it?

I'd like your assurance that in the event, you'd be prepared to go over and

with Brahms IV.

But wait him to stay.

At least until we can manage to maneuver another source into position.

Seems you're the only one he's prepared to talk to.

After all, you set the network up.

You and Yuri Rostov.

You're going to abandon them all?

Five years ago, I abandoned Yuri Rostov in a minefield to protect your Brahms

network.

You bust me from the field, remember?

Why don't you suppose I'll go back to do you a favor?

How many contacts did you have?

With Kallistikoff.

He was the only one?

Did he leave you a phone number to ring in case anything went wrong?

We never discussed the possibility of my being caught.

They gave you no goodbye codes?

No.

Better be out of here.

Hmm?

Oh, well, that depends.

When's your next meeting scheduled?

Tomorrow evening.

Tell him you're writing a report on the Berlin system.

The whole Berlin network.

Every damn thing we do over there.

Never even heard of the Berlin system.

Oh, you will.

And it'll make Comrade Kolestikov happy.

Na, du alter gangster?

So long

as Brahms

funktioniert, hab ich noch ein Geschäftlicher zu erleben.

Let's talk about 1980.

December 1980.

I was in Berlin.

Yes.

Remember something called the Karlshorst Intercept?

We were interrogated about it for nearly a week.

Of course I remember.

There was a Warsaw Pact flap on.

Poland or something.

Apparently we nobbled their radio traffic for a couple of nights. Until

novel was leaked back to Moscow.

Foreign office knew nothing about the intercept.

We weren't even allowed into operations.

Didn't stop you visiting each evening, though, did it?

Not that evening.

Perhaps you've forgotten the sight and sound of Frank Harrington in full flap.

could hear him from the other side of the compound. I went nowhere near the

place that night. I was... told that you were seen there that night? Look, I

played this scene out a dozen times with that CIA missionary Frank pulled in on

it. Joe... Brody.

Brody. Ask him. It'll still be on file. I went nowhere near the place that

night. All right, off the record.

Off the record, on the record. It makes no difference. I didn't go up to

operation. Whoever told you I did has either forgotten or is lying.

Darling. Hello.

Fiona.

George, darling.

How's the Pope?

Did he sell you absolution?

Ten years since paid, courtesy of American Express.

He's a useless client for Rome, darling.

He never does, then.

George, let me buy you a drink.

How long have you been screwing Giles Trent?

I don't know what that's all for.

You're the biggest child of all, Trent. How long has it been going on?

A few weeks.

Where did you meet him for the first time?

Darling, I don't know. I can't remember.

It was years ago.

An eight -week party at Oxford.

All part of the same group?

Fiona as well.

I only knew the Oxford gang because she was there.

When did you actually sleep with him for the first time?

Barney.

Listen, he's under surveillance.

You can end up at the witness box with the old Bailey answering some very

embarrassing questions the only time you see him. Bye -bye.

Okay?

Any minute now.

Whee!

What on earth did you say to Tessa?

She looked like you'd hit her with a snake.

I only said talk to her, darling.

Cheers, sweetie.

Charles Trent.

Doesn't have any good bycodes.

So? Well, the Russians always like to gather agents in an emergency exit.

If things go wrong, they like to get him home. That's the way they work.

You mean you think he's not a Russian agent?

I mean Moscow has no intention of getting him out.

Did you get someone at the restaurant?

Who's that?

Did you?

Did you? Bernard.

A German voice. He won't say who he is.

What the hell are you doing here?

Take it easy, Bern.

Did you bring the money? You have no authority to be out of Berlin.

Money, Bern. Save your lecture for young Werner.

If Brahms' ball goes kaput, we will be closed down.

The Brahms network is the best in Berlin.

Maybe the network's falling apart because you're a load of bloody

Oh, you have no feelings anymore.

Maybe you've been running the network, using it, for black market deals on the

other side and the poppers are getting tired of you all.

You think we don't know about the KGB spy here in London going to blow us any

minute?

400 pounds, I asked Bernd.

Why?

To buy someone off.

You want to save the Brahms network? I know a way of doing it.

With 400 pounds?

Dropping Bernd out.

Hilton and smoked salmon.

And don't tell me it's late at night. I know that all London's inner staff have

500 pounds at home for emergencies.

I am an emergency.

There's no one there, Bootsticky.

No, I'm sorry. That was meant as a serious remark.

I think the Russians staged the whole thing.

Why should they stage it?

At Bailey altogether, weren't you, you and this Trent?

Yes. Not a good advertisement for the old establishment, is it?

Next time he's in debrief, you'd better go along and hold his hand.

We'll be able to talk about old chums together.

What about this Kles... Kles... How do you pronounce it? Klesnikov.

Klesnikov, sir.

Klesnikov.

He has the prearranged meeting with Trent tonight, sir.

You see, we're trying to hook them on the idea that Trent is preparing to leak

the Berlin system.

Samson running this show on his own.

German desk is running it. It's Bernard's file.

How's the sheriff?

Simpson?

Close the door.

Help yourself.

Thank you, sir.

Oh.

There's another Soviet sleeper in my department.

I didn't exactly say that, sir.

Care to meet his parents, please?

You believe the KGB fed us Trent in order to protect another, more important

source.

It's a possibility.

Sit down.

What's their next move?

They're making a heavy play for Brahms Network.

Whoever it is in London does not know the identity of Brahms 4.

I think whoever it is may soon have to step out of the shadows and be seen.

If we happen to be looking in the right direction at the right time.

Any idea in which direction we should be looking?

Anything you want to warn me about before you produce the next parrot out

your head?

Nasty things, Parrot.

Smell like rotting lilac flowers.

I didn't know you were on roster tonight, Bernie.

You waiting for the big bang?

I thought you might be working on her over there, Sprouts.

She had a sneeze and went home early.

Dickie.

Well, it usually means that something's cropped up he can't cope with.

Jay.

Testa! Testa!

I promise.

All that is over.

Giles, I told you it's finished!

You're from the KGB.

You're my goodbye contact.

Don't worry, Terrell, son. It's not your fault.

KGB?

No.

Made to look like KGB?

Something like that.

What do we do about Klastikov?

Pull him in.

Never know your luck.

Someone might loosen his tongue.

Show us who the other mole might be.

The transverse could be me.

Why not?

I'm no slur on your abilities, Dickie, but... I mean, I can't be you.

Why not?

You know the identity of Brahms for what the mole doesn't. Isn't that the whole

point of what's going on?

Giles Trent wasn't the mole.

No.

Brahms IV sent one final communication on the goodbye code.

He indicated he had the means to identify the second mole in London.

Oh.

The mole sent some handwritten reports. Old Bank of England stuff.

Something destined to end up on Brahms' desk.

Handwritten pages, right?

Deliberate.

The mole's shown himself, Bernie.

Now he's waiting for you to go in and get those sheets of paper and show in

who Brahms for is to the KGB.

You're going to have to go over the wire, whether you like it or not.

For your friend Brahms, Bernie.

Not for Brett.

On the strength of a hundred pages, Frank?

You'll hear from Ralph Mouser.

No.

Brahms One is out.

So how do you know?

Through Vulcan.

Through Zena, you mean.

I knew you tracked her down, Bernard.

She was hopping mad.

She was hopping mad? Oh, I'm not complaining. It was your job. I just

think that any business I have with Zena...

It's kept out of the official files.

Is that why you came over to London, to tell me that? Of course it bloody well

isn't.

I never breached security with anyone, Daddy.

You should damn well know that.

Pillow talk has the habit of saying things you don't even realise you're

Don't let's overreact.

I'm not overreacting, Frank.

I'm going to be the one that's on the wrong side of Charlie, right?

picking other people's chestnuts out of the fire.

And I just want to make damn sure that Mrs. Zahner -Volkman does not know my

travel plans, okay?

You're saying you don't trust me?

For God's sake, Bernard, this is Frank Harrington you're talking to.

I promised your father I'd look after you.

I promised that when you joined the department, I promised again at the very

end.

If you're going over the wire, it's the first time in six years.

You're going over my way or not at all.

I know that you don't say much about getting me back again.

You're going over the wall, aren't you?

Well, make them send someone else.

I haven't even been to bed yet.

Well, what happens now?

It's the old chess game, isn't it? Pieces on the board.

They are on peace work.

They never stop, and they are hardly ever checked, not at the crossing.

High wages for the driver, and hard currency for the East.

Uh -huh.

How long does it take to set up?

One phone call.

It's always been my private goodbye road, if anything went badly wrong.

Never been used before.

You're worried your mole in London might know about it, or you don't trust me

anymore.

Max Binder swam the river.

Winkel made a run for it, and Rolf Mauser disappeared.

Palm's network is folding up.

Rolf Mauser has been shooting people in London.

With the help of my money,

And no doubt your advice.

An airplane ticket.

That's all I gave him.

Yes, well, I gave him 400 pounds. He needed to buy a gun. And if anybody in

London... We are all frightened your mole in London going to dump them.

Don't frighten your little black market racket that's about to be uncovered by

the status of Opus or the KGB.

Not my racket, Bernie.

By the time I found out about it, it was too late.

All I could do was try to keep them out of danger.

Is that why you pimped vain at the Frank Harrington?

To keep him off your backs?

Why didn't you tell me you knew where she was?

And have you think she was knocking off with Frank Harrington?

Zeno was doing an undercover job for Frank.

The place in Lubas is a safe house.

Is that what she told you?

She's come back to me, Bernie.

And it was you who got us back together. You frightened her.

Did you know she was in Lubos?

Okay, okay.

Who said that sometimes?

It's terrible to find an enemy and a friend.

But it's much worse not to find a friend and a friend.

Who's coming over?

It's a dustbin job.

They sent you back here for the garbage, do they?

Then why is Frank Harrington moving you east?

Is it Brahms' fault?

There's no need for you to know.

Oh, yes, there is.

That's my private road, buddy.

You only use a good one once.

I'd like to be sure it's for someone you really need to get out.

Brunsford.

But who's Brunsford?

Nobody knows.

You know.

So will you tomorrow.

It's your man.

He'll pull out of the run to change a wheel.

There's an overhead warehouse crane where he will stop.

The coffin gets dropped in there.

The sand loader's been paid.

He shoots the sand in over the coffin.

He also makes sure the sand gets watered down.

There's just one check about a mile before the wall.

If the sand's wet...

The infrared won't pick up body heat through the lead coffin.

How big's the coffin?

Will be a tight fit for two.

And only one oxygen mask.

Right, you're back on the payroll for 24 hours.

Whose authority is this?

Mine.

Your payroll again?

For the moment.

London? I want you back in East Berlin before the checkpoints close tomorrow

night.

The worst comes to the worst. Things are going to move very quickly over there

and I'm going to be on the wrong side of the wall.

I need your help, buddy.

You sure? Positive.

Heard a lot.

These German engineers, they're not armed, but they have a radio to talk to

up top.

That working party will be your key to the door.

What is that letter?

There's a maintenance shop up to the upper level.

The last man through will have been a little careless with the lock. What do

manage there?

Charm. And pretty young girls.

Thank you.

Point of no return, Bernard.

Careful up on top.

Cheers, Frank.

Good luck, laddie.

You should come here, you old striker.

Your papers.

Show me your papers.

Didn't take you long to catch up.

You're a brave and a stupid man.

What does it feel like to be back in the field?

How should it feel?

For you, dangerous.

How did you come over?

Forget I asked, but you're sweating still from the cold.

You come to see your Brahms whore to tell him it's all right now, yes?

I could have done that for you, Bernd.

If you're looking for the gun, I dropped it in the river.

I had to bring you Mr. Trent round the corner, Bernd.

He was going to blow the whole Brahms network.

You murdered him, Rolf.

He was going to betray all of us, the whole Berlin Hilton.

Garfin didn't know Brahms' network from a Mozart piano concerto.

Then why did Max Binder run?

Because he was on the game with all of you.

But why all the questions and checks?

Because someone guessed, or knew, that I'd set up the network.

Which, of course, is when they found out, whatever black market racket it

that you were all running together.

Max had bought, Rolf.

Trent was leaking to the KGB.

When he found me in his room, he thought I was his contact.

We wanted him to go on leaking.

It called disinformation, Rolf.

You killed the wrong bloody man and left your prince all over me.

I was trying to help you.

He was an agent. How was I to know that you turned him?

Charles Trent was nobody.

So I killed the wrong man.

Back to bed.

You're from the KGB.

You're my goodbye contact. That's what you said.

He wasn't even afraid of me.

Do you bait a lion in London?

Because you have a second spy?

Is that why you're here?

Because Brahms 4 will tell you who is the second spy.

You know what I think?

I think tomorrow, when you go to see your Brahms 4, you will find that he's

dead for ten years and the KGB have been pulling our legs all this time.

He was, wasn't he?

Carrying his messages for 15 years, never seeing his face.

You will need some help tomorrow, Bernd.

If you're going to tell me I've been away too long, sitting at a desk in

I'll strangle you.

But it's true.

Yes, well, thank you, everybody.

Boring old lunch at Santini's, dear.

Lubricating the home office.

Any news from Berlin?

Oh, do stop worrying, Fiona. He'll be all right.

He's got our full backup.

Oh, that makes me feel a whole lot happier.

Brian has done a bunk, Fiona.

He hasn't been over the wall for five years, Dickie.

That's what frightens me.

I'm a little bit...