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I am confident
we will locate him.

I am confident that with
some modifications to the plan,

our operation can take place,

and I am confident
we will be successful.

Well, we are delighted
to hear of your confidence.

However, the fact remains,
the subject escaped,

and our primary concern is to
ensure that, should he surface,

there's no connection to us.

He should have no memory
of the treatment, General,

or the Chinese cover operation.

See you in London, Mr Maddox.

You can keep this one.
I know what he looks like.

Anything else you need?

I will find him.

Thank you.

Your Majesty.

Come on in.

Can I take your coat? Thank you.

Nice place.

Thanks.

Red or white? White, please.

Thank you.

Hope you're hungry.

You look great.

But I think you should
stand well clear.

Mind if look around? Be my guest.

Okay.

I pulled a lot of favours.

Got this from the base.

This here...

is American beef. Sounds delicious.

Jean, how do you
like your steak?

Medium, please.

Ready in five minutes.

So...

Miss Courtney...

what do you think?

It's a beautiful flat.

Apartment.

We have an induction team ready
to guide you through every step.

Six months' time, you could be
back here. We could work together.

On what?

Missions. Exciting stuff.

Defending civilization.

Like invading Cuba with
a bunch of mercenaries?

And no air cover.

You've done your research.

How did you feel?

Angry.

Let down by our president.

What do you think of him?

He's a good leader.

He pursues better relations
with the USSR and at home.

So far as I can tell,
he favours progress.

Progress?

Yeah. He does.

And about a week ago,
my best friend,

wounded in action,
shot himself in the head.

Is that progress?

This is a chance to get away
from what's going bad.

Dalby's outfit is an anomaly.

It has no future.

The ship is sinking.
It's time to jump.

What I really want right now is to
find out what happened to Harry.

Maybe it's time
to move on from Harry.

Operator,
I'd like to make a call.

Reverse charges.

There's the clothes
you asked for.

I'll make you a cup of tea.

I can't stay long.

Contrary to
the national interest?

Thank you.

I shall make my recommendation.

In doing so, sir,

I'd ask that you set
aside any other influences

or personal inclinations,

as I'm sure you would, sir.

I have great respect for everyone in my
department, but I do feel that in this case,

they may have perhaps
given too much weight

to intangible suspicions,
instincts, if you like,

at the expense
of objective criteria.

I believe we should accept
her application.

Your department
is being wound up.

What?

It's still to be
rubber-stamped at cabinet,

but as far as I can tell,
it's a fait accompli.

I don't understand.

Treasury, Home Office,
you can imagine.

I was outmanoeuvred, I'm
afraid. I had no ammunition.

Nothing I could point to and
say, "Look, here's the value."

I sat there and I could
no longer justify

the existence
of your department.

What does it mean?

It means I'll struggle to
deliver what Stok demands.

Then what? I don't know.

Perhaps I can find some
other job at the ministry,

but there's no guarantee I'll have access
to anything he doesn't already know.

Commander of the Royal Laundry?

Beefeater at
the Tower of London.

You could offer him
the crown jewels.

Yes.

But as a good communist,
do you think they'd suit him?

As a good communist, I would
say something will turn up.

Exhibit A, 1:33 a.m. last night.

You got him?

Good.

So, who was he talking to?

Exhibit B,
8:24 a.m. this morning.

How is it going?

Are you okay?

No, he won't remember much.

- No, that's just the programming.
- That's what he's trained for.

Mr Car swell, is it...

Now listen.

Maddox dialling out
starting with zero.

0-7-7-8-1-4.

Do you have an address?

Thank you, Mr Car swell.

And?

Short of anything
to do this morning,

I went to the German embassy.

Because I wondered if they
might have any information

on Dr Lavotchkin.

You never know.

Anyway...

they're a terribly
obliging bunch.

Well, they weren't in 1943.

Well, that was during
the war, Alice.

Gestapo.

Half of them went to work
for the Americans.

The others went home and
acted like nothing ever happened.

Not the ones who met you.

No.

Anyway...

turns out they did have a file.

My German isn't very good,
but even I can read that.

Her brother died in '47.

Are you going to tell him?
Or shall I?

Hello, Jean. Thought
you might turn up.

Thought you might be here
when I did.

You armed?

What do you think?

It's okay.

Miss Courtney won't shoot
anyone unless she absolutely has to.

Looking for Harry, right?

May as well come in.

He's all right.

But he's tired. He's been
through a lot. Most of it my fault.

But he'll be okay now.

Harry, are you all right?

I'm fine now.

You look just like
Professor Dawson did.

You used the same technique?

I owe you an explanation.

Two years ago,
I was an angry man.

We got shot to hell 'cause
our president lied to us.

I hated him and I
didn't care who knew it.

I mixed in circles that
were talking about revenge.

Then one day, out of nothing,

I get a call.

They get me on the line and
they connected me to someone.

It was Bobby Kennedy.

He was straight.

No apologies, no excuses,

but he spoke to me
about the vision

he and his brother
had for America.

It was a vision
that I could share.

As you put it, progress.

And then he spoke to me about
people who wanted to destroy that vision.

A loose conspiracy of men
who did not want progress.

He asked me to join
a deep-cover operation

to infiltrate that conspiracy.

I got in. Then they came to
me with this plan for Palmer.

What was Harry supposed to do?

If he hadn't escaped, he'd have
been on the roof of the airport

taking out JFK on the tarmac.

And now?

Harry isn't going
to kill anyone.

His programming was incomplete.

But my instructions
are to stick to my contact

and his people
for as long as I can,

learn as much as possible and
gather evidence for future proceedings.

What have you done with Harry
since you brought him here?

We've tested him.

There's some memory loss
from the treatment,

but he's getting better
every day.

I'm taking him away.Good.

And we will inform Dalby of
everything that has taken place.

Jean, this works for me.

I stay undercover,
you guys blow the plot.

Just here
to collect some things.

Were you in Vienna for her?

Yes.

Good. I mean...

I'm happy for you.

In that case,
I won't mention it.

Mention to whom?

The people who pay me.

Which people?

British?

Yes, of course they are.

Government, Home Office,
MI something or other.

They sat me down
and went all through it.

Told me what you do
for a living.

Asked me if I wouldn't mind
reporting on your activities.

And since you'd been
lying to me, I thought it was...

fair enough.

£18 a week, by the way.

Into an account
at Barclays on Park Lane.

I like that.

Gives me a sense
of independence.

Like a modern woman.

What sort of information?

Your comings and goings.

Phone calls.

Tittle-tattle, that's all.

We've lived a lie.

Each in our own way.

And now it's over for both
of us, and thank God for that.

So I won't tell them
about your other woman.

It's none of their business,
I'd say.

I don't trust you.

I could hardly expect you would.

So what are you going
to settle for?

I don't understand the question.

I mean, you can have revenge,

or you can have what you
were promised on that phone call.

But you know
you can't have both.

So I just wonder
which one you want more.

Take Harry back.

He's safe now.

Dr Lavotchkin's brother
goes on trial

in Moscow at the end
of this month.

He will be found guilty
and sentenced.

After that, his family will get
evicted from their apartment

and they will have nothing.

And the winter is cold.

I need more time.

Our agreement depends on your
accessing confidential information.

Now, I hope that is not
going to be a problem.

Over the years, I've done
so much for my country.

Turns out they never
trusted me anyway.

Thanks.

No problem.

Maddox...

Even though I'm freed, it
doesn't mean he's not lying.

No. It's just a question
of how much.

Or else he doesn't know
the full story.

Whoever recruited him may
well have other plans still in place.

There's just too much
we don't know.

Did he show you the gun?

No. Why?

It's a Mauser C96.

Semi-automatic,
9-millimetre Parabellum.

Detachable stock
to increase the effective range.

- Fits inside a small case.
- Harry.

Just came into my head, that.

They kept it
in a sort of cupboard.

Under a seat,
next to the window.

Why did they do that?

Don't know.

All right, Harry?

Get yourself inside, mate.

General.

Welcome back.

How was the flight? Not bad.

The president is fine company.

So I hear.

Are we okay, Paul?

We're good, General.

Good man.

Sir?

He's read the report.
Let him do the talking.

Any questions,
save them for after.

Actually, sir...

when I was missing, were you...

What?

...concerned?

I assumed that the Americans,

having uncovered your purpose,

had either taken you
into custody or...

killed you.

I see.

And that is what happened.

Yes.

It's a hard game, Palmer.

Harder than you can imagine.

So, a cabal
of senior military officers,

disgruntled intelligence agents,

and other shadowy figures,

sought to assassinate
the elected head of state?

Yes.

And they begin by running a
secret program of brainwashing,

which they use to control the
scientists from their closest ally.

And then to cover this up,
they frame our friend here

with murder and espionage

and apply
similar practices to him?

Yes? And I'm
expected to believe this?

Yes.

Mr Palmer, would you
excuse us for a moment?

Of course.

He won't try to escape, will he?

This is highly sensitive,
William, so nothing in writing.

The prime minister
must be informed,

as must the president
of the United States.

Kennedy will be
with us. For 48 hours.

Meet the queen,
tour of the house.

Then down to Mac's place
at Birch Grove.

Now, let's say I invite you
to give a confidential briefing

to the president's
private secretary.

We will get this information
to where it matters.

And, very possibly, save your
neck while we're at it, Dalby.

It's good news.
I think everything is gonna be all right.

I'll come by later.

Perhaps we could
go out for dinner.

- What time?
- Eight o'clock.

Wonder how I did that?
When you were escaping?

Nah, it was before that.

Sort of comes back,
but never completely.

So much I don't remember.

Or at least,

I don't know if what I
remember is real or imagined.

Or put there by them.

I'm still under their
control, aren't I?

We don't know that.

It's crossed your mind.

You told me about the gun.

Gun?

They kept it in the seat
by the window, you said.

I want to know
what else there is.

I want to know what else
they've left inside my head.

Maybe it's better to leave it.No.

Whatever it takes...

I want to know.

Brigadier General Henry Graham
arrives to tell the governor,

"It's my sad duty
to ask you to step aside

on orders of the president
of the United States."

Five minutes
after the governor leaves,

James Hood is the first
of his race to become

a University of Alabama student.

This nation was founded by men
of many nations and backgrounds.

It was founded on the principle
that all men are created equal.

I knew the father,
you know, before the stroke.

A bootlegger, right? Sure, but a patriot.

So when his son was elected
president, I naturally assumed...

We all make mistakes, I guess.

But ours
is the privilege of atonement.

Sometimes, Paul, I think
you ought to take more interest

in your place in world history.

My place in world history didn't
do me any favours last time.

Now I just make things happen.

That girl, the smart one...

You sold her the story about
infiltrating, about Bobby calling you up?

Yeah, I did.

And she bought it? Maybe it's true.

Yeah.

Maybe it is.

Maybe those scars
you got from Cuba

are just figments
of your imagination.

I wonder if
I could talk to you, sir.

Perhaps tomorrow, Chico.
I'm just on my way out.

It's about Dr Lavotchkin, sir.

I was expecting Mr Dalby.

He won't be coming.

Her brother died in 1947, sir.

Must be a mistake.

I don't think so, sir.

Alice has translated the
entire file, if you'd care to read.

I hope you're proud, deceiving
a decent man like that.

You don't think
I have any feeling?

What, for him, or in general?

Will I see him again?

I've been a fool.

Right from the beginning.

I met him.

The brother.

She introduced me.

I remember thinking
he seemed a decent sort.

You have to admire
their patience, don't you?

They waited ten years.

That's what I call
good intelligence work.

So, what would you have done
if we hadn't found out?

I would have stayed with him.

With a man you didn't love?

I'm a patriot.

And who are you to say
who I do or do not love?

That'll be the officers.

I'll be leaving you now.

I have a gift.

You can give it to him.

As you wish.

It is the name of a traitor.

A man who betrayed your country.

What, to the Russians?

No. Not to us.

Go on.

No, sorry. What?

I don't feel good about this.

Well, it worked on
Dawson, didn't it?

That was different. He had been
damaged. I don't want to damage you.

No, no, no.

Things have happened to me.
I can't remember them.

He wanted you
on the roof of an airport.

You were going to kill.
Isn't that enough?

W-What else?
What else is in there?

Would you open someone's mind?
Would you open mine with all of this?

I'm sorry.

It's selfish of me.

Are you going to stay?

She seemed quite certain
of it, sir.

Alice.

Thank you.

Mr Dalby?

I'm sorry to arrive
so early and uninvited,

but I wonder if I might have
a word with your husband.

Thank you, darling.

I understand
that you're in the employ

of the intelligence service
of the United States of America.

I understand that you
regularly submit to them copies

of all confidential
communication

between yourself
and the prime minister,

minutes of all cabinet meetings,
financial information, and so on.

And that, in return for this,

you receive in the region
of $30,000 per annum.

Of course, I may be wrong.

Dalby's here.

Very good.

Very good.

Am I?

Wrong, that is?

No, on the contrary, your
information is perfectly accurate.

Your source is to be commended.

I will pass that on.

My great-grandfather
settled in Kenya, a farmer.

He worked hard,

as did his son
and his grandson after him.

And, of course, yes,
we reaped the rewards.

But then we had
the fiasco of Suez.

Made us look weak,
unfit to rule.

And now Macmillan, a prime
minister who has lost his nerve,

bleating on about "a wind of
change blowing across Africa,"

or some nonsense like that.

We have lost everything.

"We" being?

Our nation.

I see.

What are we now? A second-rate
power. No navy to speak of.

Can't afford our own bombs.

Reduced to begging De Gaulle
for a place at the EEC,

and he says, "non."

What humiliation!

The future lies across
the Atlantic,

as any man can see.

So what I do, I do for
the benefit of our nation.

And $30,000 a year.

Yes, of course, because
I'd be a pauper without it!

How else am I to pay for
all this? The staff I employ.

The pile in the country. 10,000
square feet of dilapidating stone.

Who keeps the lights on?
The Americans do.

So you assign my unit

to investigate the disappearance
of Professor Dawson

so that you could block
the investigation

if it got too close
to your friends.

The cavalry? CIA, actually.

Two gentlemen to look
after you for a little while.

You don't, of course, have to
agree to go with them, William,

but then there will be
blood on the carpet,

and neither of us
would wish for that.

Hello. Jean, Car swell here.

I think you ought to listen
to the tapes from last night.

- Gavin can meet you at Portland Street.
- I'll be as quick as I can.

So, what's it gonna be?
Gunshot to the back of the neck?

You look like a strong chap.
How about strangulation?

Ah.

Alice. Chico.

Are you all right, Mr Dalby?

Sir.

Birch Grove.

What, sir?

Macmillan's residence.

According to Maddox,
they'd abandoned the plan

to carry out the
assassination at the airport.

But Birch Grove, that's
the place. You see?

The minister was never gonna bring
me there. That was a lie, an excuse.

No, not me, but Palmer.

Hello. Mr Palmer?

Car for you, sir.

For me? To Birch Grove, sir.

The minister's arranged it for you
to meet him and Mr Dalby there.

I don't think
anyone's there, sir.

Thank you.

And a friendly wave there
from the president

as his motorcade
sweeps through the gates

of the prime minister's
residence at Birch Grove.

Mr Palmer.

So glad you could join us.

Follow me, please.

After lunch, there's
a photo call out front,

during which I will arrange for the
president's chief of staff to meet you.

Now, you won't have long,

so be clear, concise, polite,

and be prepared to answer
any questions he may have.

You will wait here.

Where's Dalby?

Mr Dalby will be
joining you later.

Harry?

Hello, Paul.

She knows.

Then soon everyone will know.

You have to cancel
the operation. It's too late.

You're not with us any more,
Paul, I know that.

But that doesn't matter,
because your work is done.

You cancel it
or I'm calling security.

Your spirit is weak.

And I cannot abide weakness.

To your very good health.

That girl, the smart one...

You sold her the story about
infiltrating? About Bobby calling you up?

Yeah, I did.

And she bought it?

Maybe it's true. Yeah.

Maybe it is.

Maybe it's true.

Home Office Security. I have an urgent
call for the minister of defence, please.

Telephone call
for you, Minister.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Hello, Harry.

It's been a while.

When you are ready to kill
the enemy, the pain will stop.

Hello.

Get help.

Paul. Where is Harry?
What have you done with him?

Get help now. Paul!

Paul!

Hello.

Mr Dalby for you, sir.

What?

No!

Where's Palmer?

Do you see your enemy, Harry?

When you kill the enemy,
the pain will stop.

Palmer.

Palmer.

This is not you.

That man is not your enemy.

You do not have to do this.

Harry. Harry.

- Do you see your enemy, Harry?
- Harry.

Listen to me.

Why don't I take that for you?

Back to Birch Grove
and those talks.

The main achievement,
agreement to go all out

for a test ban treaty
with Khrushchev.

America had hoped at best
for a partial ban.

But Macmillan
has convinced Kennedy

that the chances of a complete
ban are better than they have been.

And on the question of a mixed-crew
NATO fleet of nuclear survey ships,

everything in the garden
is less lovely.

I didn't expect to see you.

Thought I'd say goodbye.

I'm sorry.

No need.

Perhaps we will
meet again one day.

Perhaps we will.

Did you bring your gun
this time?

I seem to have forgotten.

You must learn, Palmer.

Someday you will pay
for your naivety.

I can't believe you would
ever harm anyone, Colonel.

Then you are mistaken.

We came to this place
once, the girl and I.

Some film or other.

And I find that
I have some sadness.

Memories I didn't expect.

I used her as cover
to engage in espionage.

She meant nothing.
Or so I assumed.

Yet...

our heart surprises.

Inside we are weak.

Human.

Like Mr Dalby.

I took advantage of her.

Such is our business.

Right.

It's not complete.
That would be too much.

Consider it a token of
gratitude from Mr Dalby.

A professional courtesy?

Exactly.

Let's go for dinner.
I know just the place.