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- The fingerprints weren't his.

- He didn't look like
a physicist to me.

What does a physicist look like?

- Wild hair, mustache.

- This may surprise you,

but I am interested to
know what you think.

- They weren't
trying to kill me.

Someone had gone to a lot of
trouble to recruit a double

to the extent of
matching his scars.

Plan was to kill him

and for me to escape and confirm
to you that Dawson was dead

so that you would
stop looking for him.

Housemartin was a decoy whilst
Dawson was somewhere else.

- You exhibit potential, Palmer.

- And that will be of
great comfort to me

as I scratch another line
on the wall of my cell.

- I've applied to extend
the duration of your release

on the basis that you
may continue to be of use

on a matter of
national security.

- Thank you.

- I have yet to receive a reply.

In the meantime, I expect
you feel this belongs to you.

Would you like it
changed into sterling?

- It's all right.
I know someone.

- I thought you might.

I understand you have
marital obligations.

- One way of putting it.

- What's your star sign?

- Where is he?

- He said half past
three, didn't he?

- I can't believe
it's come to this.

It's just for
the judge, darling.

Evidence in a court
of law and all that.

This is you being unfaithful.
- Yeah.

Thanks.

- Not enjoying it, then?

- At least you're
being paid, eh?

- Look, if you are
having second thoughts,

you better be quick

because Mr. Taylor
is very professional.

And once he comes
through that door,

he won't be hanging about.

It's gotta be done.

That's him.

Right. Just put your
own arm around me.

Here we go.

A little bit naughty for
the judge, my darling.

- Hello?
- Ms. Natalie Lewis?

- Yes.

- Council pest control.

We've had reports of
a rodent infestation.

I haven't had any-

Are you sure you've
got the right place?

- Really, nothing
to worry about.

- Just a few questions.

- Won't take long.

- Shall we all sit down?

- Look, who are you?

- We'd like to talk to
you about your boyfriend.

- My...

I'm gonna phone the police.

- Your telephone's been
temporarily disconnected.

- What have I done?

- We don't think
you've done anything.

Nothing that we're aware of.

Perhaps that'll change.

Do you call
him Gregor or Gregoriev?

- Gregor.

- Right.

Gregor Stok.

Third undersecretary
at the Soviet embassy.

- What's happened?

- We have some photographs.

Perhaps you'd like
to take a look.

These were taken in Moscow.

Here he is in Gorky Park.

And another one,
a little closer.

And here he is with his wife.

And another one
with his children.

In six months time,

his posting here
will be concluded

and he will return to Moscow.

I shouldn't think
you'll ever see him again.

- We just want you
to help us out.

Won't be difficult or dangerous.

You'll just be reporting to us

on things he might talk about,

people he meets,

and any suspicious activity.

- I don't understand.

What are you?

- Pest control.

- What am I gonna do?

Six months.

Six months.

What am I gonna do?

Natalie, have you
told him about the baby?

- We've been sharing
technical secrets

in relation to the creation
of the neutron bomb

with a team of
British scientists,

one of whom might
be in Soviet hands,

and you waited how
long to let us know?

This could not have
come at a worse time.

We feel insecure.

As of this day, we want full
sharing of all materials,

files, and investigative
findings, omitting nothing.

- Naturally you will enjoy
our fullest cooperation.

We all appreciate your anxiety.

I hardly want to
be blown up myself.

And I'm confident that
my political masters

will furnish me with
all necessary resources

to bring this to a close.

You should have told us.

We have told you.

- I mean sooner.

Now, do you have any idea
where this scientist is?

- No.

- But you assume he's
behind the Iron Curtain?

- Or on his way there.

None of our sources in the
Soviet Union have heard anything.

We're hoping our operation on
Stok might offer up a lead.

- We'll put the word out.

Belatedly.

On a personal level, I'm
sorry that you don't trust me.

- I promise you, it's not that.

- So dinner is still possible?

Or at least not impossible?

- We'd appreciate your help
in finding Professor Dawson.

Next up,
there's a touch of the...

- I'll pay the lawyer for
what he's done so far.

He wants an advance on the rest.

I'll get a receipt.

You can check everything.

- Debs, it's all
right. I trust you.

You are my wife after all.

Right, send my regards to Pete.

- You come back another day.

Yeah, I will.

- Harry, what are you up to?

- Good question.

If you happen to find
out, be sure let me know.

- He wants you to go to the
Atomic Weapons Research Center

at Aldermaston to interview
all relevant personnel.

And reexamine the
professor's abduction.

- They've already been
interviewed by MI5.

- To interview them again.

- What about the Stok
surveillance operation?

- Well, Chico can continue
to supervise that.

- So I go on my own?

- No.

- So what's wrong?

- What makes you think
anything's wrong?

You have no experience or
training in interrogation.

- That's what I
said to Mr. Dalby.

He said you'd show me the ropes.

Apparently I'm a quick learner.

Mr. Dalby said my
kind often are.

- As I've told
everyone who's asked,

I was in the front seat.

Lucky to be alive.

I watched this chap missing
one finger drug the professor,

take him away.

Didn't recognize the driver.

That's the lot.

- Thank you.

- And I can answer all
your other questions.

Nothing strange has
happened around here.

Nothing suspicious.

Everything just
as it ought to be.

And that is that, frankly.

Nothing to add.

- In your statement
to the police

immediately after the event,

you mentioned the professor
had been under stress recently.

- Did I?

- It's written there.

- I don't remember.

You have to understand, I'd
just been in a car smash.

I was shaken, confused probably.

In those situations, any
of us might talk nonsense.

- Yes.

- So if that's all...

- You went up to
Cambridge in 1938?

- That's right. Yeah.

- And is that where you
joined the Communist Party?

What?

- The Communist Party.

You were a member, I believe.

- How did you know?

- I was guessing.

Yes. That's very
good, very clever.

Well, it's nothing
to be ashamed of.

I was young. I was idealistic.

We all were.

After they invaded
Poland, I tore up my card.

- How about the professor?
Was he a Communist too?

- We haven't discussed politics.

- Have you been working for
the Soviet Union, Morris?

- My political past is a
matter of record with MI5.

Although I have to conclude

you're clearly
not trusted enough

to be privy to their
confidential files.

So for your information,
they concluded correctly

that I'm a patriot, loyal
to queen and country.

- There's something
he's not telling us.

And I get the feeling we're
gonna be very unpopular

around here by the
end of the day.

- Doesn't bother me.

I was unpopular at school.

- Were you?

Mostly.

- Too clever, too beautiful.

- Too stuck up.

I know this must be
a very difficult time

for you, Mrs. Dawson.

- Darling, do I look to
you like a grieving widow?

- Not exactly.

- Then perhaps we can skip
the sentimental drivel.

- Where do you think he's gone?

- No idea.

- Was there anything
in his recent behavior

that caused you any concern?

- Yes.

He left his socks
all over the place.

Toenail clippings
in the bedroom.

- Did he ever talk to you
about his work on the bomb?

- My dear, I can barely
change a light bulb.

- Politics?

- You mean, was he a Communist?

Of course he was.

We all were back then.

- I don't mean to be rude,

but your husband,

he couldn't have just run
off with someone could he?

- Wonderful idea.

Unfortunately, the
only thing he'd run off

with is a textbook.

- What about his health?

Any particular signs of stress?

- Look, all I want to
know is that he's safe.

Isn't that what I'm
supposed to say?

- Marry in haste,
repent at leisure.

- Yes.

- Some people are just
wrong for one another.

What do you think
we'll get for dinner?

We'll be back.

- You're too late for dinner.

Breakfast at seven.

Separate rooms and
no shenanigans.

- He's a married man.

- They're the worst, young lady.

Now sign there.

- Monastic order
enjoys breakfast.

Eggs Benedict.

I'm starving.

All right.

The most important thing is
to keep whisking the eggs

while you pour in the butter.

Be my guest?

Think we need something with it.

Not too loud!

Hello.

- August 9th, 1945.

As a British prisoner of war,

a Captain William
Urquhart Dalby,

digging ditches on the outskirts

of the Japanese
city of Nagasaki.

When he witnesses the
explosion of a fission bomb

at an altitude of
around 1,600 feet,

killing 30 to 40,000
people immediately.

Two years later,

Caption Dalby is now
an intelligence analyst

at the War Office.

At this point,

the Americans project it'll
take the Soviets 15 years

to develop their own bomb.

Dalby thinks that's complacent.

He convinces his superiors

to oblige all British
civilian aircraft

to carry photographic
plates and filters

to collect atmospheric dust.

The plates reveal a
burst of radiation

and the filters collect
Plutonium blown in

from Central Asia.

Stalin has a bomb.

- And it's Dalby
who worked it out.

- His bosses took
credit, of course.

But Dalby wasn't finished.

He told them he wanted to
start an new intelligence unit.

- And MI5 and MI6 have
never forgiven him.

- She will notice.

- But not before we leave.

You sure we're
allowed to do this?

- I always carry a spare pair.

- Looks to me most likely he
did just run off with someone.

Like to think they'd
both be much happier

and live to look back

with a joy mingled with sadness.

Down!

- What on Earth do you
think you're doing?

- Sorry.

I thought for a
moment there was-

Eggs Benedict?

- Yes.

The most important thing is
to keep whisking the eggs

while you pour in the butter.

- But you don't put sherry
in eggs Benedict, do you?

Or maybe you do in the East End?

- No, not even there.

- Then?

- Well, we had to drink
something with it.

- Alice spent 30 minutes
soothing the temper of this woman.

We've sent a replacement bottle,

the cost of which will be
deducted from your wages.

- As it happens, I have some
expenses of my own to submit.

- I've given Jean a
couple of days off.

Nasty injury.

- We were lucky.

- As I understand it, you
saved her life and yours.

- It was just an instinct.

I thought I saw a radio antenna.

You probably did.

- Who do you think's
behind all this, sir?

- I like to keep an open
mind on these things.

- I've noticed that.

- But it's possible Dawson is
closer to home than we think.

In your view, are we to assume

that Dawson's previous
Communist sympathies

indicate a likely defection
to the Soviet Union?

- If only life was that simple.

- Very good, Palmer.
You're learning.

Let's rule the
Russians in or out.

Keep our eyes on Colonel Stok.

Chico will brief you.

Meanwhile, the Special Branch

will investigate the explosion.

And I want you to
go to Scotland Yard,

where they have a fine
collection of mugshots.

See if anyone
resembles your friend

with a radio transmitter.

- The Yard, sir?

- Yes.

Not wanted for
something else, are you?

- I mean, it's outrageous.

Should be the safest
place to work.

- It's all right, really.

It could have been much worse.

It's my own stupid fault.

- Is there's something wrong?

- No, nothing.

- It's just, you've been hard

to get hold of recently.

Working late.

- Exactly.

I've just been working a lot.

- Hello, Harry.

- You all right, Pete?

Not wearing your uniform?

- Did Debs not say?

I'm a detective now.

- Suits you.

- Cup of tea?

So, thanks.

- I've done nothing for you.

- But for Deborah.

- It's for the best.

And if she's gonna
marry someone else,

there's no one I'd
sooner it was than you.

Straight up.

- Dunno if I'd feel that way.

- We were young.

Too young would be
the general view.

And it might have
worked out even then.

But when I went off to Korea...

You know?

It's like it all
ended in that moment.

- At least she's got
a better future now.

Thanks for that.

- When he comes to meet
someone, you contact us

and press the switch.

All right?

- I need help.

Please.

I can't go on with this.

- Don't ask him his name.

Don't tell him yours.

And don't tell him who sent you.

Yes?

Yes. Put her through.

- Someone's just arrived.

Another man.

I pressed that button
just like you showed me.

Good.

Now don't do anything
to arouse suspicion.

Do whatever you
would normally do.

- I rang that number.

The one you gave me.

- Did you go?

- I couldn't go.

I can't go on my
own. I'm frightened.

I can't go on like this.

I can't trust anyone.

I dunno what to do.

- Natalie, I'll
call you tomorrow.

We can sort this,

but right now I need you to
go home, behave normally.

Natalie?

Natalie?

- I went to the
football last night.

I saw Tottenham
versus Wolverhampton.

- Good game?

Excellent game.

Two goals to one.

I like this player,
Jimmy Greaves.

He's very good. He's very fast.

He's a fine player.

I say that even though
I'm a Chelsea man, myself,

as you know.

- Tosser.

- Previously he played for
us before he went to Milan.

That didn't work out.

Should never have
left West London.

- But you have
good players still?

Yes.

Young Harris in particular.

- He's good.

- The best.

Brilliant in both
defence and attack.

- He's valuable?

Very, very valuable.

- And do you think
he will also leave?

- Well, I tell you what,

right now there's a lot
of interested parties.

But he's safe and
happy at Chelsea

and he won't leave
unless someone pays

an awful lot of money.

I suppose a bargain
could always be made.

And if you ever want
to pop down to Chelsea

to take a look at
some real talent,

I'll be only too happy
to meet you there.

- And I may well
accept your invitation.

Looks like your man.

- Be careful, Harry.

- Excuse me.

- Yes?

- I wonder if by any
chance you might happen

to sell insurance.

- That's an
interesting question.

- It's just you look
like a chap who might.

- How perceptive.

And would that be personal,
household, or holiday?

- Thinking of buying a car.

- Motor vehicle.

Fully comprehensive
or third party?

- Well, it's the third
parties I'm worried about,

to be honest.

- You have particular needs?

- What if someone were to
blow my precious new car up

with five pounds of TNT and
a radio-controlled detonator?

- That would be unfortunate.

- Yes, but would it be insured?

- There are some risks

that we bring upon
ourselves by our behavior.

Insurance is a poor substitute
for changing that behavior.

If you can do that, the risk
will take care of itself.

- Let say it's my line of work.

- In that case,

I regret that your
application must be declined.

Nevertheless, I have
enjoyed our meeting.

It's been a pleasure
to talk business.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

- It's not your fault.

- She asked me for help
and I didn't help her.

- You couldn't have known.

- Couldn't I?

She was alone.

There was no one
she could trust.

Can you imagine what it must
be like to be that woman?

I'll tell you a good
thing about you, Harry.

Sometimes you say nothing.

- You think she told him?

- About the bugs or the baby?

Both I'd say.

He knew we were listening.

I think she loved him.

- Here he is.

Name, Ian Randall.

Although he uses a
number of aliases.

Former Royal Marine
ordinance specialist.

Later field agent for MI6.

Eventually dismissed when
excessive gambling debts

were considered a security risk.

Before that, he served in Berlin

where he was briefly
MI6's link to Housemartin.

- And he met Colonel
Stok in Berlin?

That seems most likely, sir.

- A mercenary.

A chancer, a gambler,
and possibly a killer.

Whoever wanted
Dawson hired Randall

because that was safer

than sending one
of their own people

to operate inside the UK.

So Randall has the boffin
stashed somewhere safe

while he awaits payment
and further instruction.

Whilst also soliciting a
higher bid from Colonel Stok.

For a gambler, a man with debts,

this is an opportunity,
but he'll be edgy.

That's why he tried
to blow you up.

- Stok is gone, by the way.

Seen leaving the embassy
in the of the night,

followed to Biggin
Hill airfield,

where he was observed
boarding a private aircraft

which took him to Amsterdam

where a man using his
London alias was booked

to board a flight to Moscow.

- So our leads are slender,

our physicists is still missing,

and our allies are unhappy.

Jean, you will liaise
with the CIA case officer.

Chico, I want to see transcripts

of all the police
interviews at Aldermaston

and a list of all
Randall's known associates.

And, in the meantime,
if anyone has any ideas,

feel free to share.

- Mr. Palmer.

- I wonder if he loved her.

- He's a colonel in the GRU.

- We're all human.

- As we gather here
today to mourn the loss

of Natalie Lewis,

we hear these words of
comfort from the gospel

according to St. John.

Set your troubled
hearts at rest.

Trust in God always.

Trust also in me.

There are many dwelling
places in my father's house.

If it were not so, I
should have told you.

For I am-

- Do you always bring
a gun to a funeral?

To prepare a place.

And if I go and prepare a place-

- Don't you?

I shall come again
and receive you to myself.

So that where-

- I'm very sorry
for what happened.

My way there is known to you.

I am the way-

- So am I.

I am the truth

and I am the light.

- So my double
wasn't good enough?

- It was excellent.

Look.

Here you are getting to an
airplane yesterday morning.

- Yes.

So why do you come to be here?

- I wondered.

- What if I was
capable of feelings,

as one human for another?

- I don't meant to insult you

but everyone says
I'm terribly naive.

- Corporal Palmer, I've
heard of you, you know?

From Berlin.

For all I know, I even
sampled your wares.

They said you could get
just about anything.

Even Russian caviar.

Is that true?

- Sometimes.

- Wait, wait.

Which kind?

- Beluga.

- But even I couldn't get that.

But you...

- Yes.

That almost enough to give
me faith in capitalism.

- But not quite.

Because you never forget
that the proletariat

are oppressed by
a system designed

to maintain the status and
wealth of the bourgeoisie.

- Yeah, no. You're right.

You know, I never forget that.

How about you?

- I try not to think about it.

- Why don't you
come work for us?

- I would, but I don't
like the cold winters.

- Right. So what do
you want with me?

Humble diplomat on his
way home to Moscow.

- We've lost a man.

Ideally we would like
him back before it causes

an awful lot of
trouble for everyone.

- Well, I regret
I'm unable to help.

Perhaps this man preferred to
leave of his own free will.

Has that ever
occurred to anyone?

- In Marxism, though, free
will is an illusion, isn't it?

We're all tools of
historical imperative.

Even people like you and me.

- Well, yes, especially
like you and me.

Good day, Mr. Palmer.

And this time I really
have to go to Moscow.

And next time we meet,

you really should bring a gun.

Do we
know what they talked about?

- We had lip reader, but both
men are difficult subjects.

The scientist was discussed,

but it did not
appear conclusively.

- Do you pray, Mr. Maddox.

- No, General.

- I'll mention you in mine.

Thank you for sharing this.

We appreciate the
involvement of your office.

When the history of
this time is written,

your name will not be mentioned,

but nor will it be forgotten.

- I heard you were born again.

- I was pardoned by the Lord
for crimes you cannot imagine.

And entrusted by
Him with a mission

I could never have dreamed of.

- Jean, darling.

Would you bring
another bottle of red?

- The '48 please, Jean.

- Jean.

We've hardly talked.

- I know.

Should we talk later?

- I called last night.

- I'm sorry. I'm-

- Working.

I know.

Aren't you always?

So I thought that I'd give
you a little surprise.

Turned up at the BBC,
and asked to see you.

- They wouldn't let you up.

You should have let me know.

- You're right.

They wouldn't let me in.

But what's more, they'd
never heard of you.

- I'm not very important.

- They were very helpful.

Called up your department
and everything.

- That is strange.

- Isn't it?

What's going on, Jean?

- Nothing.

- I want to know.

If you're seeing someone else,

I would never
bloody forgive you.

- James, you are hurting me.

James, please.

Jean, dear. Could you get that?

Hello?

- I've been thinking about
the code Randall and Stok used

when being eavesdropped.

Randall was talking about a
valuable person named Harris.

Harris is Dawson's middle name.

- Right.

- Yeah, I know. It's not great.

Randall talked about
keeping Harris at Chelsea

until someone pays
a lot of money.

Randall is still on the
electoral role in Chelsea

at an address in
Danube Street, SW3.

- You think he's
keeping Dawson there?

- Yeah. No, probably not.

But I think it's possible.

Listen, I know
it's very unlikely.

We can talk to Dalby
about it tomorrow.

- Where are you?

Corner of
King's Way and the Strand.

- I'll pick you up.

- Dalby speaking.
How may I help you?

I see.

Thank you.

Yes, I'll meet you there.

Problem at the
office, I'm afraid.

New car?

- It's my mother's.

- Evening, Mr. Palmer.

- Coming with us, Terry?

- He's got the firearms.

- If you could just
sign there, Mr. Palmer.

- Thank you, Terry.

- Anytime.

Have a lovely evening.

- You ready?

- Yeah.

- If we have to, we shoot.

- Are you from the church?

- Six months ago?

- That's what she said, sir.

Always paid his rent on time.

No trouble to anyone.

- No forwarding address?

- No, sir.

- And you checked his room?

- It was empty, sir.

- Well, it seems
we've all come out

on a Thursday
evening for nothing.

- Now who's for a cup of tea?

- I, for one,
would be delighted.

- I'm sorry.

- Just 'cause you
were hopelessly wrong

doesn't make it a bad idea.

- We lost them.

Yes. Most likely.

For all we know,

our man was probably in Moscow

within 24 hours
of going missing.

Does that bother you, Palmer?

Go on. Tell me you
don't much care.

This is just a game, isn't it?

One for the officer class,
not for the likes of you.

All you want is to
stay out of Colchester

and get on with your life.

And why are you so good at this?

Truth is you do care,

whether you like it or not.

- Colonel Stok suggested I
should work for the Russians.

- Ah, well you see, I'm
not alone in my estimation.

As to our missing scientist,
it bothers me too.

Anything to do with nuclear
weapons makes me nervous.

One of those things goes
off, nothing matters.

Nothing at all.

- Four of them.

The young couple came first,

but they were all
looking for you.

- Thank you.

Bayswater 4268.

It's Randall.

Now, listen,

there's a lot of unwelcome
attention coming my way

and I'm fed up waiting while
you make your minds up.

So I'm picking up the
cargo and I'm getting out.

You know where to find me.

Get in touch when
you're ready to cough up

and the longer I have
to look after it,

the higher the
price is gonna be.

And don't try anything clever

or your precious commodity
might get damaged in transit.

- You're under
arrest, gentlemen.

- We do what needs to be done.

- Let's try again, shall we?

So tell me what you know

about the disappearance
of Professor Dawson.

- I'm afraid I'm
unable to help you.

- How long have
you been this way?

- You've no idea

what it is to be afraid.

To be ashamed.

- You'll lose your
job, you know?

We can prevent that.

- Maybe I don't care any more.

- Then there's the
young man in the cell.

- No, no.

- He's broken the law.

- His parents!

You don't understand.

- Where did you get these?

- Some fellow in the pub.

I don't even know his name.

- You're a Communist.

Ex-Communist. Maybe.

What's the difference?

You'll be up on charges of
homosexuality and of drugs.

And no one's gonna
read the small print.

You'll also be charged with
conspiracy to commit espionage.

So start talking, Morris,

and I can make all
of this go away.

- There's a psychiatrist

the professor visits for stress.

He's where I get the drugs from.

- This man?

Doctor Radley.

Yes.

- How did they meet?

- I introduced them
about six months ago.

- And whose idea was that?

- It was Radley's.

He asked to meet
Professor Dawson.

He was very insistent.

The professor would
go to Radley's house.

He runs a sort of
clinic in the countries.

The latest methods and so forth.

- How often did he go?

- About once a
week, I should say.

And were base security aware?

- Dawson never spoke of it.

He never talked to me.

And Radley swore
me to silence so...

But rumours from other people,

they say Radley can
change the way you feel,

the way you behave.

They say that if you
give him long enough,

if you're susceptible, you
can change who you are.

Phone
records from Randall's digs

in Chelsea list two
calls to Radley's clinic.

- Professor Dawson
attended the clinic

for six months without
knowledge of his wife

or security at Aldermaston.

- Okay.

We'll closed all routes out

and in under a national
security order.

- Set up a cordon.

Stop anyone who tries
to leave or enter.