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(BIRDS CHIRPING)

I'll give you information about my missions, about my tradecraft,

but nothing about the people I work with...

I won't endanger anyone.

MAN: Then why are you defecting?

For that?

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING ENGLISH) So what did she tell you, this traitor?

Details, that's all.

She was just a chef working for the embassy.

And I recruited her.

I approached her.

Say goodbye.

You and the traitor will be debriefed separately.

(WHISPERING) It's a trap. Run.

(GRUNTING)

(GUN SHOT)

I need to go.

Report from Katia M, secretary to Oleg Dornin, Soviet trade envoy.

Questioned in character for 11 hours

but did not retrieve any notable intel.

Instead have obtained pictures of appointments diary

covering January and February 1972.

Also enclosed are copies of family photographs.

Registry currently cross-referencing

in case any subjects are persons of interest.

Report ends.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

And, let me tell you, I worshipped that man.

But confidence is on the floor.

And in our game, insecurity can cost lives.

Now, my chief concern... My only concern,

is what's best for the department, the country,

the memory of that once great man.

Now...

-Call for you, Mr Waterhouse. -Wait!

Now, some have suggested that I take the reins. I...

All I can say is, the thought's never occurred to me...

It's not my mother, is it?

(TYPEWRITERS CLACKING)

NEWSREADER: The strategic arms limitation talks continue in Helsinki.

However, proceedings were delayed today when the U.S. delegation

refused to attend the morning session

after hearing reports that the U.S.S.R.

had, in fact, stepped up production of anti-ballistic missiles

instead of freezing it.

Domestic news. As the miners' strike enters its fifth week,

power cuts and other restrictions are being introduced across the country.

Here's a report from our correspondent, Martin Bell.

The first effect of the emergency will be seen

in the darkening of city centres.

In fact, it's already started...

Sarah, do you need this one?

All yours.

With me.

...for from then it becomes an offence to use electricity

for advertising or floodlighting.

The penalty for such an offence...

...a £100 pound fine, or three months in jail, or both.

The emergency regulations will also relieve

the electricity authorities of their responsibility

to maintain uninterrupted supplies.

So, they'll be able to economise

where they have to, and to keep the power flowing where it's needed.

What was she talking to you about?

-What? -Her.

Sarah. Daddy's girl. What was she saying?

Nothing.

She was watching the news.

I went in to watch it with her.

Thick as thieves, you two.

So, Arkady Malinov.

Since '62, he's been a lecturer

at Reading University, for his sins.

Pure as the driven, so we thought, until today,

when he drinks a bath full of vodka

and punches a policeman.

But once in custody, he lets it be known

that he is in fact, Colonel Arkady blah-blah

of the Committee for State Security and wishes to parley.

So, we've released him, told him to roll up

at the Olympic Hotel in Earls Court later today.

There he shall have the dubious pleasure of being debriefed by you.

-Why me? -Oh. Don't look at me.

It was Daddy's idea.

After that fiasco in Poland, I was lobbying for you to get your P45.

That's what they call it, isn't it?

We had to give up three of our most prized catches to get you back.

I mean, what were you even doing there?

I'll give you information about my missions, about my tradecraft,

but nothing about the people I work with...

I won't endanger anyone.

I was following up on a possible defection.

Well, we are a merciful bunch, apparently.

Hence, this chance to redeem yourself.

Look, chances are, he just wants to defect.

So, convince him to stay on the Kremlin's payroll and work for us.

Take Alan with you, he'll be your ears.

Chin up!

It'll make a nice change from bedding secretaries and forgotten wives, no?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

So, Joe. How do you like to spend your free time?

Are you a member of a team or club?

Maybe you enjoy more solitary pursuits...

Ah, like model-making or canoeing?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Yeah, as you know, small talk isn't my strong suit.

So, actually, Sarah thought that a list of prepared topics might help.

Um, "Mutual friends." Bit sticky.

"Politics." Bit of a minefield.

"'Sport." Gosh, no.

"Leisure activities." That's all I have.

It's fine. We'll talk about work.

Thank you.

Right! That's one in the lamp, one in the showerhead in the bathroom.

I need to check the levels.

When I tap on the wall, you say something.

Like what?

-Oh, anything. A nursery rhyme. -I don't know any.

Everyone knows a nursery rhyme.

Frere Jacques?

Pease Pudding Hot?

Yesterday Upon the Stair.

-I know that one. -Capital.

JOE: Yesterday, upon the stair,

I met a man who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today.

I wish that man would go away.

More? Is that not enough?

(ONE KNOCK ON WALL)

We should have worked out a code. Does one knock mean, "Yes?"

(TWO KNOCKS ON WALL)

(SNORING)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

JOE: He's here.

Just you?

Yes, but who listens?

-How long have we got? -An hour.

You understand we cannot discuss payments

until your debrief has been completed.

JOE: This takes about six months

and your product assessed.

Colonel?

Yeah.

Though, of course, our rates of pay increase,

if you stay in situ and help us gather intel on a more regular basis.

Yes, this is what I want.

I am going to work for MI5.

Well, that's very nice of you.

So, you know the drill.

We'll start with your name and rank,

then move onto your war record.

There is no time.

I have information about a major KGB operation

about to take place on United Kingdom soil.

It has been named Operation Glass.

JOE: What are the objectives of this operation?

I don't know.

Well, how many people does it involve?

I don't know.

Why is it called Operation Glass?

-I do not know. -So exactly which bit of this plan

that you know nothing about has offended you so much

that you want to betray your country?

Years from now, the story of British and Soviet espionage

will be divided into before and after this moment.

Before and after Operation Glass.

They are going to tear everything down.

At this point, I paused the interview.

I needed to speak to Bobby.

I asked Alan to babysit Arkady. I went downstairs to phone The Fray.

For product of this quality, Arkady wanted £10,000

and a new identity.

BOBBY: I said not a penny more then 5,000

and a new identity would only be provided

if the veracity of this operation were proven.

JOE: He grumbled a bit but seemed generally satisfied

and told me everything he knows about Operation Glass.

I have a name.

As time goes on, I will have more.

Each a retired or inactive agent, a British citizen.

Each name come with an instruction

just for them.

I will approach them and give them their task.

How are you given the names?

A dead-letter drop.

The men's' toilets in Boston Manor Park.

I know to pick it up because they put advert

in classified ads in The Times.

It say, "Cousin Andrew. Please visit us."

Who's the first agent?

David Hexton.

He used to work in, er, Ministry of Agriculture.

You still haven't told me why you're turning.

Why am I turning?

I want to be a capitalist.

I want to read The Times

and see the Oxford and Cambridge boat race.

I want my children to go to Eton.

You should know more about this plan.

What aren't you telling me?

Understand this.

Operation Glass is a jigsaw.

No one sees all the pieces.

But all the world will see the finished picture.

"A jigsaw." I mean... "Planned in the shadows." What is he talking about?

I hate it when they try to be enigmatic.

JOE: Well, in terms of "why", this new desire for a Western life,

something about it doesn't sit quite right.

But as for, "Why now", it's as I said,

years of being ignored, denied significant operational responsibility,

he's lost loyalty to the cause.

Yes, but this Operation Glass, if it succeeds, if it's real,

won't that reflect well on him?

SARAH: I see what Joe's getting at.

Arkady is only a postman and he knows it.

He's finally been invited to the top table

and he's just dishing out the soup.

If he wrecks the whole thing, he's in control.

He's important, perhaps, for the first time in his career.

It all sounds damn fishy to me.

I mean, he's broken enough legs to make colonel in the KGB,

but he's going to turn his back on the whole lot

because he fancies a trip to Harrods? (SCOFFS)

Daddy, some sense, I implore you.

What is David Hexton doing now?

Er, we've had shadows on him since I spoke to Arkady.

We're logging his movements, anyone he speaks to,

but we won't engage until you give us the go-ahead.

I shall need to speak to the Home Secretary first,

convince him to loosen the purse strings.

Daddy, am I to take it you believe in this

quote unquote plan?

DADDY: We are ancient nations, we both want this war to end.

Eventually, one of us would find a way to break the stalemate.

But the warrior who lifts his arm for the killer blow

leaves his heart exposed.

Bloody miners!

Yes, ignoring it may well be a risk

but so is ploughing money and manpower

into what might turn out to be a wild goose chase.

5 have had some notable fumbles of late.

One more and you'll be out on your ear,

and I'll be shuffled off to... Christ, I don't know,

Agriculture or something.

No, to release funds of those kinds,

I'm going to need more than the ramblings of some KGB also-ran.

You're right, Home Secretary. Of course.

We've allowed our imaginations to get the better of us.

No, I'm sure the chances of this plan

being as catastrophic as comrade Arkady implies,

such as giving Kalashnikovs to the Trade Unions, say,

are slim to say the least. Minister, I shall say adieu.

I go out through here, yes?

Er, no, no, let's... Let's not be hasty.

We mustn't let... (CLEARS THROAT)

...prudence compromise security.

Perhaps there's a, er... A middle ground we could explore?

What if I were to assemble a small committee of, er,

trusted officers to go through the list ourselves,

off the books, so to speak.

So should it turn out to be a Moscow trick...

Then we have kept wastage to a minimum.

And we could put it through our books as, er,

training.

That's a little dishonest, don't you think?

Said the politician to the spy.

HESTER: Working?

On a Sunday?

(SIGHS)

No. Er...

Yes, um, bit of a breakthrough at work.

Netted a big fish.

It's all very hush-hush, but, er, all hands to the pump.

Do they appreciate you, my darling?

-Shall I talk to them again? -No!

God, no. (CHUCKLES)

No, they're cock-a-hoop with me.

Really. Full of praise.

No, this, um...

Daddy's formed a special committee.

Asked for me personally.

Oh!

This could be the beginning.

I think so, too.

-My Hercules. -(LAUGHS)

You'll bring glory to our name once more.

-Won't you? -(GRUNTS)

Mother, really, you are too much!

Now, I will not stand for this!

You'll do as you're bloody well told, darling.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Moscow will give the names of the agents to Arkady

one by one via a dead-letter drop.

The first is David Hexton.

By now, Arkady will have activated him and passed on instructions.

Now, does any of this tally with any whispers we've heard?

-Well, funny you should ask... -Right, okay, before Sarah...

Three months ago I was approached by an old agent of mine, Colin Blakefield.

He had reason to believe that Moscow was preparing a major operation.

I passed this information to Bobby,

but he didn't think it was important enough to follow up.

I dismissed it because Colin's product is so...

(EXHALES) ...notoriously unreliable.

If he told me the sky was blue, I'd go outside and check.

Well, it turns out the sky is blue.

Joe,

you debriefed Arkady, you're inclined to believe him.

The only time that I thought Arkady was actually lying to me

was when I asked him why he was turning.

He moved the ashtray and placed it between us.

Liars often place objects between themselves and the person they're talking to.

I want to read The Times and see the Oxford and Cambridge boat race.

But you believe the operation is real?

And regardless of his motivations,

you believe Arkady is genuinely switching sides?

-Yes. -JIM: I'm sorry, I don't mean to, er...

I'm, I'm right in saying that

you don't know actually what Operation Glass is, do you?

Can I just ask who this chap is?

Sorry, it's just we haven't been introduced. Unless I missed it?

Did you all introduce yourselves while I was padlocking my bike?

This is Detective Constable Jim Fenchurch from Special Branch.

Jim will be joining us as our police liaison.

Jim, this is Bobby Waterhouse,

head of Counter-Espionage here at The Fray.

Sarah Montag, his deputy, but also what we like to call a reflector.

She has a genius for deducing motives and intentions.

You said The Fray. Well, what's The Fray?

Where we find ourselves now.

The central offices of MI5.

Alan, her husband,

one of our nosey parkers, in charge of bugs and wire-taps and

Joe Lambe.

A man of, er, obscure and formidable talents.

And of course, Wendy,

on loan from the Nannies.

So, Jim. You were saying.

(CLEARS THROAT) Yeah, you don't actually

know what it is you're investigating.

This isn't a conventional war, Jim.

The objectives, even our own, are unclear and ever-changing.

Do the Soviets want to oppress us?

Without question. But how?

Will they invade us?

Will they raise us to the ground with a nuclear strike?

Or will they infiltrate and destabilise us from the inside?

We don't know.

It is a war of variables and unknowns

and all we can do is watch, surmise, and react.

Bobby, talk to everyone in your legendary address book.

Alan, I want you to go through every inch

of recorded conversation, flagging the word "Glass."

Joe, take Jim, contact David, find out what his instructions are

and attempt to get him into bed with us.

Wendy.

Ah...

That must be wonderful, being able to read people's body language.

Like having x-ray vision.

It's terrible.

(TYPEWRITERS CLACKING)

Joe. A quick word. Um, I'm...

(SIGHS) ...worried about Daddy.

We all know his tenure has been, shall we say, lacklustre.

One more cock-up, he'll be getting his clock,

which will be heart-breaking, blah-blah, but may be a blessing.

Put the old dog out of his misery. I mean,

the business with the Chinese dancer.

People gossip, it's ghastly, but that's people for you.

Now what to do?

(EXHALES)

Perhaps you could keep an eye on him.

Talk to him, see what's going on in that once-great noggin.

And report back to you.

Someone has to mind the shop. The old man is losing his grip.

I'm not the right man for this.

-But Daddy trusts you. -Which is why I'm not the...

Forget it.

This is no time for sentiment, Joe.

We must look to the future.

It's just a game, Bobby. And this is why.

(DOG BARKING)

I didn't ask for this assignment. I want to make that clear.

I don't agree with you.

-You don't agree with us? -Why is he called Daddy?

It's childish. What's his real name?

No one knows.

What do you mean you don't agree with us?

I'm not impressed by this world.

-You're arrogant. -(EXHALES)

Not you.

-"You." -Yeah.

You think you're above the law.

I think this is a conversation for another time.

-I'm not impressed. -Yeah, yeah.

-You might have mentioned that. -(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Right, I need you to get us in there.

I don't have any jurisdiction.

After that, just stand there.

Be stoic. What you've been doing. Be unimpressed.

-And my name's Henderson. -I thought it was Lambe.

It is. It just isn't here.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-Who am I? -You're you.

(DOOR OPENS)

JIM: David Hexton?

I'm Detective Constable James Fenchurch. This is

Mr Henderson. We'd like to talk to you.

Oh, thank God.

Thank God.

I want to make it absolutely...

I've had no contact, no dealings with, uh,

with Russia for years. I thought it was over.

I thought they'd forgotten me, I want to make that absolutely clear.

Until yesterday, when one of their agents approached you.

Yes, yes, that's...

-That's right. -What did he give you?

It's encrypted in the same code I used when I was...

When I worked for them.

What does it say?

An address, a flat in Marylebone.

Underneath it is the name of a letting agent.

The instruction is to go to them and to lease that flat.

-And? -That's it.

-That's it? Lease a flat? -Yeah.

So you've done that already?

Yesterday. Straight away.

What are you supposed to do with these now

for the man who approached you yesterday?

Are you meant to give them to him?

No, he, uh, said he was just a messenger.

Someone was coming to pick them up today.

I thought you were them.

Right, when they come, this is what you say.

You tell them that the estate agent still hasn't given you the keys,

you're picking them up this evening.

We need to get into that flat first.

Tell them to meet you there tonight at 9:00 p.m.,

no earlier, to hand over the keys, have you got that?

But you'll be there instead.

JOE: No, we'll be there as well.

You'll give them the keys,

you'll act as if nothing's wrong.

I thought you'd come to help me...

By the way, Operation Glass, does that mean anything to you?

Er... No. I...

Or perhaps someone mentioned it when you were working with the Soviets?

Never. Look, about tonight, I really...

JIM: Why did you do it?

Betray your country. Hmm?

I'm curious.

Look, I only worked for the Ministry of Agriculture, I couldn't give them anything,

I don't know, crucial.

(SCOFFS)

It's my wife.

She's East German.

The Soviets allowed her to emigrate in exchange for information.

I did it for her.

I did it to be with her.

9:00 p.m. Don't forget.

So that's it?

That's it.

He's a criminal.

Well, once this is over, feel free to arrest him.

So, you're exploiting him, then abandoning him.

Oh, that's even worse.

Let's take the stairs.

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

-Who is it? -Them.

(WHISPERING) The KGB?

(KNOCKING)

(SHUSHING)

They're here.

You are joking?

Welcome to MI5.

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING)

RUSSIAN: Hello, David.

RUSSIAN: You are alone? DAVID: Yes.

RUSSIAN: It is done? DAVID: Yes, yes.

DAVID: But the, uh, the thing is,

the letting agent hasn't given me the keys yet.

I'm, uh, picking them up this evening.

So I thought I could meet you there and hand them over.

About 9:00?

RUSSIAN: You're not lying to me, are you?

DAVID: (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Of course not.

Is there anything else?

It's just, my wife's due back from work any minute.

RUSSIAN: No, no, no, no.

RUSSIAN: See you later.

That's it.

I'm sorry, I can't do this.

I can't, can't go through with it.

I'd fall apart, I know it, I'd, uh, say the wrong thing.

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(GUN SHOT)

No! No! Get off me!

DAVID: Couldn't someone pose as the letting agent, say, or even...

Shut up.

You passed information to a hostile government.

Harmless info...

Crop yields, the efficiency of certain fertilisers...

A regime that might be about to put our entire country under siege.

You told them how much food we have.

You told them how to make chemical weaponry!

Now you're going to do this.

You are going to serve the country you betrayed

or I'll make sure your wife gets deported

and you spend the rest of your life in prison.

Is that clear?

What?

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

David, this is an opportunity.

Not just to repay your debt, but to be a hero.

To be a soldier.

To fight for something greater than us.

See you tonight.

COMEDIAN: Listen, a scouser goes to a prostitute

and she says to him, "Do you fancy a blow job?"

He says, "I don't know. Will it affect me dole money?"

(CROWD LAUGHING)

So Paddy, right, Paddy gets arrested for rape.

And they put him in a line up with ten other blokes

and they escort this woman in,

and Paddy yells out, "That's her! I'd recognise her anywhere!"

(CROWD LAUGHING)

Listen, two monkeys in a bath...

So what have you got?

So I ask around the immigrant clubs.

I hate those places, full of foreigners.

I speak to Sergei. He's the caretaker.

"Sergei, what do you know about a Moscow hood,

"ruthless bastard, peels apples?"

And he goes pale

and he says, "You mean Odin?"

-Odin? -Mmm.

Anyway, then he get all scared and he says,

"Shut up. What do I know about Russian hoods? Leave me alone."

This is all I get.

But listen to Kitty...

I got a bad feeling about this.

When Sergei talk about this Odin,

he's scared.

I'm saying be careful.

You're too beautiful to die.

-Goodbye, Kitty. -Goodbye.

Why are you putting the microphone there?

Oh, uh, because it's where we'd stand.

It's the door, window.

JOE: Why this flat?

I don't understand.

What's so special about this flat?

ALAN: Um, do we have a coffin?

To put David in.

When he's shot.

By the KGB.

To put his dead body in?

It's humour to lighten... Lighten the mood.

(SIGHS)

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

JOE: Okay.

You'll be fine.

Stay calm.

Remember, we're just down the corridor.

The man that came to your flat this morning,

one of them peeled an apple with a knife, do you remember?

Yeah.

JOE: If he is one of the men you let in,

I want you to say,

"I almost bought some vodka, but I thought it was a bit of a cliche."

Say it over there, by the microphone.

What?

"I almost bought some vodka,

"but I thought it was a bit of a cliche."

I almost bought some vodka, but I thought it was a bit of a cliche.

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

If...

If it's the man who peeled the apple.

Yeah.

DAVID: It's quite a walk.

Another three floors up.

Multiple movements in the corridor.

The door is opening.

David has moved to the centre of the room,

two men have entered behind him,

one heavy set,

the other lithe,

there's no sound of the impact of their shoes on the floor,

just the creak of the boards,

so they're wearing rubber soles.

The heavy one is still in front of the door.

ODIN: (WITH STATIC) This is excellent, David, you've done very well.

I can't hear what they're saying.

DAVID: Do you...

Do you want something to drink?

I almost, uh...

(CLEARS THROAT) I almost bought some vodka,

but I thought it was a bit of a cliche.

(ODIN LAUGHS)

Now the other one's crossing quickly to the window.

He's closing the blinds.

Why's he closing the blinds?

What's going on?

(STATIC)

JOE: What's he saying?

DAVID: Jesus... (MUFFLED GROAN)

JOE: Shit!

Stay here.

All right.

(FOOTSTEPS)

(COCKS GUN)

(GRUNTS)

-Do you think he's all right? -JOE: I doubt it.

You just hit him with a plank.

(CHUCKLES)

Come on.

It's not him.

It's not who?

(WHISPERING) Joe? Hey!

You go that way.

Hey, how come you get the gun?

Joe!

JIM: Joe!

ODIN: Hello, Joe.

Drop the gun or I'll shoot.

ODIN: If you do, the muscles in my arm will spasm,

I pull the trigger, and your friend will die very messily.

Let us try to avoid that.

-Joe don't shoot. Joe! -(SHUSHING)

If you wanted to shoot him, you would have done it by now.

You never had any problem shooting an unarmed woman.

She was a traitor.

Which reminds me,

what do they know about you?

They know everything.

Liar.

ODIN: Joe, when you imagine this moment, as I'm sure you have,

what happens?

I kill you.

Then, what are you waiting for?

If he dies, you can say he was caught in the crossfire.

No one will know.

Come on, Joe.

Joe, please!

Please!

Goodbye, Joe.

This must be hard.

But don't worry. Soon everything will become clear.

(PANTING)

Oh, shit.

(GRUNTING) No!

(SHOUTING) Yulia!

Yulia!

Yulia!

No!

(INAUDIBLE)

Bad show.

(BLOWS)

SARAH: The geese fly south in winter.

Ah, yes.

But the gander is, um... No.

The gander tends to...

SARAH: (CHUCKLES) What? "The gander"?

And their eggs are most plentiful

-when the... -SARAH: Please stop.

(CHUCKLING) This is painful.

I heard what happened.

ALAN: Mmm.

Oh, my love.

I'm fine.

Joe and that Jim chap engaged.

I'm ashamed to say I hid.

I'd have been furious if you hadn't.

I want to have the conversation.

-Oh, Sarah. -No, not that one.

The Marconi one.

Someone died tonight.

Yards away from you.

All I'm saying is, with your skills you could walk...

BOTH: ...straight into somewhere like Marconi.

Is this really about my safety?

You're destined for great things,

and a husband who tinkers with wires and microphones is hardly...

Is that why you think I want you to get a different job?

To make you more suitable for me?

People talk, Sarah.

Because they don't understand us.

Not in this world.

(SIGHS)

Come on.

SARAH: Best case scenario.

Moscow don't know Arkady has turned.

They think David approached us directly,

and that's why they killed him.

From Joe's report, he clearly didn't want to be part of any operation,

ours or theirs, so it's not hard to imagine.

DADDY: I want Arkady taken into protective custody.

He can be debriefed later,

just get him out of harm's way.

Wait.

Let's think about this.

Moscow will know Arkady won't have used his real name with David,

any more than we would.

You think Moscow might keep Arkady as a go-between?

If this operation is as top secret as we've been told,

they won't want to risk bringing more people in.

We just won't know for sure until they contact Arkady with the next name.

Or his body is washed up on a beach.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

There is another possible explanation as to why they killed David.

We have a mole.

Not just in MI5, but in this group.

In this room.

Joe, Daddy, Bobby, Alan, Wendy, Jim or myself.

One of us told Moscow about this.

(DADDY SIGHS)

The signal has been given.

Another name has been left for Arkady in the dead-letter drop.

If Moscow know he's working for us,

It'll be a trap. They'll be waiting for him.

I say, get Arkady into a safe house,

wait for Moscow's next move.

Except Moscow's next move could be the Red Army marching down the mount.

Daddy, we need a decision.

We continue.

We assume Moscow don't know about Arkady.

We assume there is no mole.

We let Arkady collect the next name.

We endanger the few

to protect the many.

(KNOCKING)

Come.

The agent that was killed in Poland,

I had allowed our relationship to become...

...unprofessional.

She was killed by the same man that David Hexton met at the flat.

David was scared,

unreliable

and vulnerable.

In my eagerness to expose this man,

I convinced him to participate in the operation that killed him.

If I reassign you, will you abandon your search for this man?

-No. -Then our objectives are the same.

Find him and you find the truth of Operation Glass.

You know what I was doing in Poland?

Yes.

You were attempting to infiltrate the Soviet Security Service.

Your cover was that of a disaffected MI5 officer.

Once you had gained their trust,

the plan was to relay intel back to us

and feed them prepared

misinformation.

But that's not true.

Really?

Hmm.

That's what it says in your file.

I should know,

I wrote it.

Why? Hmm?

Why save me?

(CHUCKLES)

It's not quite as altruistic as it might seem.

This second chance I've given you will pass unremarked,

we are Englishmen after all.

But I know

it will not be forgotten.

Could I rely on you never to betray a country?

Perhaps not.

Could I rely on you never to betray me?

Yes.

I believe I could.

I'm sorry, Joe,

I have to trust someone,

and I've decided

it's you.

So, now that we are both suitably embarrassed,

I shall bid you goodnight.

I understand now.

After I saw what they did to David.

I mean, I still don't think there's anything

impressive or

romantic about this.

But I now see you're necessary.

If the mission is all that this is about.

Who was the girl?

I forget.

This is an opportunity for you to be a soldier. To be a hero.

To fight for something greater than us.

Would I be safe?

Trust me.

Kitty?

Kitty?

Kitty?

Kitty?

(KITTY STRUGGLING)

Kitty!

Oh, my God!

(GROANING)

(SHUSHING) Don't speak. Don't speak.

I'll get help... Okay.

Why you do this to me, beautiful?

What?

They said

you ordered it.

What are you saying?

You lied to me, Joe.

(GROANS) You're a traitor.

(SHOUTING) Yulia! Yulia!

Yulia!

No!

Yulia!

No!

I'm so sorry.

JOE: We joined the game for different reasons...

Whether you stay loyal or you betray everything, only you know why.

You are putting your personal agenda ahead of the mission.

That has nothing to do with it!

Um, I'm just going to pop that there for a moment.

All right, all right, all right, I'll talk, I'll talk!

SARAH: My God!

Operation Glass is a pre-emptive nuclear strike on the U.K.

I know exactly where your loyalties lie.