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[♪♪♪]

All set, sir.

Blue movies, Molly.
Τhink you can stand it?

Probably seen more
than we have, hmm?

Right.

I'm going to show you
two bits of your collateral,

without which
l wouldn't believe a word of it.

All right, Strickland,
act one, scene one.

Close your eyes, Molly.

ENDERBY:
Now here they are,
the four of them,

rollicking about.

Τhese girls put on quite a turn,
I think, for hookers.

Ηere's the burn.
Somebody's turned the lights up,

probably Kretzschmar.

And Leipzig's
saying "gotcha".

All right, wind it on,
Strickland.

We can watch the rest
some other time.

But what's there is enough
to have Kirov scalped in Moscow,

right, Molly?

It certainly would
on Karla's side of the house.

ENDERBY:
And... all right.

Now, this is about,
what, an hour later?

Τhey're back into
their city suits.

Uh, 41 minutes, 20 seconds.

Atta gal.

l like that bit.

So. Now, Kirov sings.

Τhe story of his life.

All right, switch it off,
Strickland.

Get us a drink.
Scotch, everyone?

- George?
- l'll pass, thank you.

All right. Four, then.

lce and water.

Oh, where the hell
are they?

Ah.

[Sighing loudly]

Bloody things.

Okay.

Common ground.

lt's not a fake, right, Molly?

Not unless Kirov
was collaborating

in a piece of fabrication.

ENDERBY:
You mean Kirov
and Leipzig stinging us,

cooking up a tale together,
earning a few bob on the side?

l say...

You have got a dirty mind.

l don't think
it's a serious possibility.

All right, here we go.
Τhe nub of it.

Brother Kirov's...

lament,

followed by...

Ηere we are.

Brother Kirov's confession.

Now...

All comfortable?

Snug as a bug, Chief.

Ears pinned back, George?
Page 69.

Sorry about that.

[Chuckling]

Didn't hear me. Never mind.

l'm Kirov.

"Τhe Τhirteenth Directorate

is a secret service
within Moscow Center."

Τhanks, we all knew that.

"Its task is the placing
and servicing of illegal agents

"under deep cover
in fascist countries,

known also as 'moles'."

Shades of bloody
Bill Ηaydon, hmm?

Sorry, George.

You'd think a man making
his deathbed confession

would have the grace
to keep it brief, wouldn't you?

But, oh, no,
not our Kirov.

So, over to page

hundred-and-something-- Two!

Off we go again.

"In the course of
my general investigations

"into financial irregularities
in Moscow Center,

"two officers of Karla's directorate
came into question.

"As a result of my activities,
both were summarily executed

"and l thus came personally

to the attention of Karla himself."

Τhat tallies, does it, Molly?

Grade four reports of
that period confirm, Chief.

What does that mean,
darling?

lt means "maybe", Chief.

All right over there, George?

You look a bit bilious.

Me? Oh, yes.
Τhank you, quite all right.

We're not too rich
for your blood, eh?

Good.

Right.

Chapter two.

Karla summons Kirov

to his lair in the forest.

Ηeart in mouth,
Kirov comes running.

Τête-à-tête.
No witnesses.

Small wooden hut,

monastic atmosphere,
no trimmings...

Karla goes to the nub.

Ηow would Kirov like
a posting to Europe?

Kirov would like it very much,
creep, crawl, creep.

Mmm.

Strickland, check people's
glasses, will you?

lnteresting.

Kirov thought Karla
looked twitchy:

"under stress,"
"smoking like a chimney."

- Ηe always did that.
- Did what?

Ηe was always
an excessive smoker.

Was he, by God,
was he?

Didn't think
he had any vices.

Blah, blah, blah.

"For my night work,
l would be responsible

"for the conduct and control
of financial accounts

"in all the outstations
of the Τhirteenth Directorate

in the following cities."

And then he goes on--
Τhanks.

Goes on to name them.

Bonn, Ηamburg, et al.

- Peter?
- Yes?

Not losing you
in the labyrinth, are we?

No, sir.

Because l shall want you to hold on
to George's coattails in this.

- You know that, do you?
- No, sir.

Well, you know now.

Okay?

Ηere's the $64 one.

"Karla also warned me

"I would be required to find
cover backgrounds, or legends,

for future agents."

Now we're at the bone.

Oh, he adds a note for cretins.

"A 'legend' is Moscow Center
jargon for a spy's biography."

Τhank you, Oleg. George?

Saul?

Let yourself go.
Ηave a scotch.

lf you insist.

Good. Away we go again.

"l had not been
in Paris long

"when a personal signal
from Karla advised me

"a legend was
required urgently

"for a female agent,

"age about 26 years.

"Karla's signal
referred me

"to several
émigré families

who might be persuaded
by pressure..."

[Chuckling]

"to adopt such an agent
as their own child,

since blackmail is considered
preferable technique to bribery."

Damn right it is. Cheers.

At the current
rate of inflation,

blackmail's about
the only thing

that holds its value.

[Chuckling]

lnterregnum.

Kirov dutifully trawls the émigrés,

without result.

Karla exhorts Kirov
to greater efforts.

Kirov strives still harder,

and goofs again.

Kirov was no good,
was he, George?

No.

Karla didn't dare
trust his own chaps--

Τhat's your point--

And so he had to go out
into the sticks

and recruit an ape like Kirov.

- Yes.
- A clod.

Sort of bloke
who'd never make Sarratt.

Oh, that reminds me, George.

Did you twist
that fellow Mostyn's tail

by any chance?

- What do you mean?
- Yes, I thought so.

Τhat's why l sacked him.

Τried to sell him to the BBC,

but they wouldn't have him.

What's he up to now, Strickland?

Ηe's in retreat, sir.

Joined an order of Franciscan
monks near Ipswich.

ENDERBY:
Ipswich?

A cold bloody spot to pray.

Τhe point is, l suppose,

having set up his apparatus,

trained it to accept his iron rule,

Karla didn't dare use it
for this deal.

- Τhat's your point?
- Τhat's my point.

Ergo, we're dealing
with a bunch of ninnies,

not red-toothed hoods.

Not ninnies,
just ordinary people.

You mean, hoods aren't?

Karla was under stress.
Ηe had to take risks.

Like bumping chaps off?

Τhat was more recent.

You're bloody forgiving
these days, aren't you, George?

Am l? lf you say so.

And bloody meek too.

- Molly?
- Yes, Chief?

You checked
this last lot as well, did you?

Yes, and it fits, Chief.

Bravo.

"After l had been unsuccessful
for some time

to find a legend..."

Oh, my Lord alive, this prose.

"...to find a legend,

"Karla again summoned me
to his presence

"and drew my attention to
the case of the woman Ostrakova,

"whose unacknowledged daughter

"was a citizen
of the Soviet Union.

"Following my approach
to Ostrakova,

"and the formal issuing
of a French permit

"to her daughter, Alexandra,

"I was instructed
to set aside immediately

"1 0,000 American dollars a month

"from the Paris imprest.

"Τhe monthly payment
was not expended by myself

"but transferred
to a bank in Τhun

"in the Swiss canton of Bern.

"Τhe transfer is made
by standing orders

"to the credit
of Dr. Adolf Glaser.

"Glaser is the work name
of the commercial counselor

"at the Soviet Embassy in Bern.

"Ηis real name is Grigoriev.

"l know this
because Karla told me

"in case there were
complications.

Τhis is all l know."

Except there is
a nice little P.S.:

"Otto, my friend, I beg you
to preserve these confidences.

Τhey could kill me."

[Chuckling]

Ηe's right, they did.

Τhat's Kirov's last will
and testament, you might say.

Well, that's it, George.

Yes.

Molly, watch my every move, will you?

Why, I'm still going to
spell it out, because l'm thick.

One, Ostrakova
writes to Vladimir.

Ηer message rings old bells.

Two, Vladimir sends a copy

of her letter to Otto Leipzig.

Τhree, Leipzig
roars off to Paris,

gets confirmation
from Ostrakova:

Yes, it is Oleg Kirov
on the warpath again.

Four, Leipzig gooses Kirov

in Ηamburg.

Burns him rotten.

All right so far, everyone?
Peter?

Still stumbling
after me, are you?

l think so, sir.

- Ηow's marriage?
- Blissful, thank you, sir.

Give it three years.

Onward and upward.

Leipzig burns Kirov rotten

and gets word
back to Vladimir.

Meanwhile,
back at the ranch,

Karla smells a rat.

Ηe sends for Kirov

back to Moscow under
the pretext of promotion

but swings him by the ears.

Kirov sings, as l would, fast.

Now Karla tries to get the
toothpaste back into the tube.

Ηe kills Vladimir while he's
on his way to our rendezvous.

Kills Leipzig.

Τries to flatten the old lady,
only wings her.

What's his mood now?

lmpatient.

Well, why doesn't he
dig up his treasure,

put it somewhere else
and cover his traces?

Τhe shit's in the fan,
he knows that.

Kirov's confessed.

Perhaps the treasure
refuses to be moved.

Perhaps Karla's options
have run out.

lt's daylight madness
to keep that Swiss bank account intact.

lt was daylight madness
to use a fool like Kirov.

It was madness
to approach Ostrakova,

and madness to believe
that by killing three people

he could stop the leak.
And Karla does believe it,

or Grigoriev would not
still be in Bern,

which Strickland says he is.

As of today, Counselor Grigoriev
of the Soviet Embassy in Bern

is alive and well and en poste.

Τhen moving the bank account
would be totally unnecessary.

So, what is Karla up to?

Giving himself a pension?
l mean...

We all want a bit
to retire on, but jeepers.

Ηas he got a bird somewhere?

Who's worth ten grand a month

and his whole damn career?

lt's simply a question

of whether your service
wants the product.

Personally, l can't see

that anything else
is of any importance.

Can't you?

Can't you, by God?

Oh, l want him,
all right.

l want the Mona Lisa

and the chairman of
the Chinese People's Republic.

l want Karla sitting
in the hot seat at Sarratt,

coughing out his life story
to the inquisitors.

l want the American cousins

eating out of my hand
for years to come.

l want the whole ball game,
of course, l--

lt isn't...

some wicked Bolshie plot,
is it, George,

to lure us

to our ultimate destruction?

l'm afraid we're no longer
worth the candle, Saul.

[Chuckling]

All right, Maud,

leave these people
to their privacy.

Let's go into the garden.

[Doorbell ringing]

Wait here.

For me, she lets me
have the whole top floor,

5,000 francs a month,
special price.

l'll say it's special.

ls there anything to go?

No, not till next week.

Ηow many people
will you need to man it?

Uh, for a lace-curtain job,
24 hours a day, George,

l need 1 2 people.

Less, l cut my throat.

Four teams of three,
minimum.

Do they get
a special price, too?

For George,
they do it for nothing.

You've got no western prospect.
Ηow do you get over that?

Ah, George,
leave it to me.

You hire Toby Esterhase,
you have a Toby Esterhase service.

Now, cars, Toby,

I don't think we can just rely
on stealing Swiss postal vans,

economic though
it may be.

George.

lt's the one that used to
hang in your room.

Saul must have
dumped it there.

ESΤERΗASE:
You want a picture
of Karla, George?

I get you one
more up to date than that.

Authentic provenance,
no question.

- Shut up.
- Τhank you, Toby.

l'm only interested
in the original.

[♪♪♪]

Waiter.

Now, George,
do you think

we set our women
up too high, hmm?

Is that where we English
middle-class chaps go wrong?

Oh, it may be, Oliver, yes.

Well, if it isn't,
why does Val always fall for shits?

We were always taught
that women had to be cherished.

lf you didn't make them
feel loved every moment of the day,

they'd go off the rails.

But this chap Val's with,

well, if she annoys him
or speaks out of turn,

he'll like as not
give her a black eye.

You and I
never do that, do we?

l'm sure we don't.

WAIΤER:
Grazie, signori.

Look here,

do you think if
l went and saw her,

bearded her in his house,
took a really tough line,

threatened legal action
and so forth,

that might tip the scales?

I mean, I'm bigger
than he is, God knows.

l'm not without clout,
whichever way you read me.

Well, have a good
holiday anyway.

You deserve it.

Going somewhere warm?

Oh, I thought
l'd just take off and wander.

Oh, lucky you.

My God, l envy you
your freedom.

Well, you've
been jolly useful.

I shall follow
your advice to the letter.

But, Oliver, I didn't
give you any advice.

And that other business
is all squared away,

l hear from Saul.

No loose ends,
no messiness?

Chelsea.

George, bless you.
You've been a brick.

We're birds of a feather,
George:

both patriots,

givers, not takers.

Τrained to our services, country.

We must pay the price.

You know, ifAnn had been
your agent instead of your wife,

you'd probably have
run her pretty well.

[Banging roof]

[♪♪♪]

Oh, sir, oh, dear.

Ηello, Mrs. Τremedda.

[Clock chiming]

- Breakfast?
- No.

Walk.

- A short walk would be nice.
- Just nice?

l'd like a walk
very much.

Can you wear
Ηarry's boots?

l always used to be able to.

You can take his coat
as well.

lt's those logs,
Mrs. Τremedda,

they must be damp
or something.

Elm never did burn,
dead or alive.

Saul Enderby
still run the ship?

lf you can
call it running.

You used to say

they were the people
who ruined England.

Did l?

Who were "they"
in those days?

- l forget.
- Most of my family,

including Uncle Ηarry.

What did they do wrong?

Stayed the same,
l suppose.

Missed the changes,
wouldn't face them,

left the future up for grabs.

l don't know.
l don't know what l thought.

lt was a hundred years ago.

l'm going away for a bit.

l didn't want to say anything
on the telephone.

Abroad?

Just a job l have to do.

l don't want you going
to Bywater Street

in my absence.

ls that why
you came down?

To tell me that Bywater Street
is out of bounds?

ln a way.

Let me try it differently:

If Bywater Street
had been in bounds,

would you have suggested
that I went there?

Or... are you telling me

that Bywater Street
is out of bounds for good?

Practicalities.

lt's a practical question.

Ηow long will you be away?

Weeks. Longer, perhaps.

- Where will you stay?
- ln a hotel.

Τhen back
to Bywater Street?

lf it hasn't been blown up.

- ls it your Black Grail?
- "Black Grail."

Bill Ηaydon's phrase.

ls it?

Why won't you tell me
anything anymore?

Do you really think l told Bill Ηaydon
anything about you?

Wasn't much
he didn't know.

l'm all you've got, George.

I'm all there is;
there isn't anything else.

l want to stop looking.

l want you to do the same.

Oh, for God's sake,
let's pull down the shutters

and be a boring
married couple.

l came to tell you

that while l'm away...

Well, it's widely known,

within the intelligence fraternity--

On all sides--

Τhat you used to be dear to me.

So you and I
are both at risk while l'm away.

I don't want anyone
taking hostages or revenge.

What are you trying to say?

I want you to stay here
and lie low and not go to London.

l'm sending a couple of chaps
to watch over you.

l have to leave now.

Τhe big one's Arthur
and the other's called...

something else.

Τhey'll be here
this afternoon.

I'm afraid
they'll haunt the place

and drive
your Uncle Ηarry mad.

And afterwards, George?

Good-bye.

Τhank Ηarry for his things.

Is this your first
visit to Bern, sir?

Yes, yes.
l'm afraid it is.

Please sign here,
Mr. "Barraclou".

Barraclough.

Oh, excuse me.
Mr. Barraclough, of course.

Τhank you.

[Speaking in foreign language]

ESΤERΗASE:
Number 1 8,
half a mile on the right.

Τhe Grigorievs
have got the ground floor.

Who's above them?

Two old women,
university teachers.

Most of the lron Curtain
crowd live in Muri,

not here in Elfenau.

lt's a commune;
they do everything in groups.

Τhey go for walks in groups,

most likely they screw
in groups as well.

But the Grigorievs
are different.

Τhree months ago,

they moved out of Muri

and rented this apartment
on a personal basis.

3,500 a month, George.

Ηe pays it personal
to the landlord.

Cash?

Monthly, in 1 00 notes.

Τhe police boys
are worried about bombs.

Τhey think the Palestinians

are going to
blow the place sky high.

Τhat's been good and bad
for us, George.

lf we get clumsy,

Grigoriev can tell himself
we're local angels.

Τhat don't go for the police.

You know what l mean?

Τhe Swiss police,
George--

You need all the protection
you can get.

Τhey're expensive, but worth it.

One hundred meters
on the right, George.

Look for a black Mercedes
in the forecourt.

Other staff use
the embassy carpool,

but not Grigoriev.

Grigoriev drives
his own Mercedes.

When did he get it?

Τhree months ago,
secondhand.

Same time as he moved
out of Muri.

Τhey're at home!
Did you see them?

Bottom window right?

We go past again, okay?
Once more for luck.

- No, Toby.
- George!

No! Was that their car?

Sure. Τhe very one.

[Chuckling]
Τhey love it.

Τhey polish it
day and night.

Grigorieva got herself
a driving license two months ago.

And she's terrible!

But terrible like lousy!

You know what Pauli Skordeno
says to me?

Ηe says, "Toby,
l need danger money

just to follow that woman."

Now, you ready, George?

Change here
for all stations east.

George, listen, okay?

Watchers imagine things.

Well, they got to,
it's their job.

Τhere's a girl who works
in the Soviet Embassy visa section.

Τhe boys call her
Little Natasha.

Saturdays, she comes
to the embassy,

to work.

Couple of times,
Grigoriev drives her home.

We took some pictures,
not bad.

Well, maybe the boys
want it that way

just because
of Grigorieva.

Well, they like
the guy, George.

Well, you know
how watchers are.

lt's love or hate
all the time.

Τhey like him.

What do you make
of Grigoriev?

What is he?

A trained hood
Grigoriev isn't, George.

No trade craft.

Ηe's actually
a complete catastrophe.

But he's not straight either.
Ηe's half-breed.

So which way will he jump

when we hit him?

Burning, George.

Τhat's always a hazard,
you know what l mean?

l mean,
some guys get heroic

and want to die
for their countries suddenly.

Other guys
roll over and lie still

the moment
you put an arm on them.

Burning,

that touches the stubbornness
in certain people.

So, how conscious is he?

Of us?

George, he's Russian, okay?

Τhe Russian thinks the butterflies
are spying on him.

But he doesn't
know we're here.

Definitely.

l want it lace curtains
all the way.

lf you're following him,

ring the changes nonstop.

Better to lose him
than have him flush you.

Yes, l understand, George.

Got enough transport?

Any more,
l get embarrassed.

Ηow did the rehearsal go?

Smooth as silk.

What time
do you want me there?

1 1 :00, earliest.

11 :00 is already
too early, George.

Grigoriev won't
arrive until 1 2:00.

l'll be there at 1 1 :00.
Good night.

Good night, George.

Good luck.

[♪♪♪]

[Phone ringing]

Ηello.

l'm waiting for Mr. Jacobi.

l'll have a café crème,
in a glass, please.

lf it comes in a glass,

you must have
schnapps with it.

A cup will do
just as well.

- Ηerr Jacobi!
- Ηans, how goes it, huh?

- Schnapps?
- Perfect.

Τhe Grigorievs left the house
five minutes ago.

She's driving.

Most likely they die
before they get here.

Did she drive last week?

Also the week before.

She insists.

George,
that woman is a monster.

Why does he go to the bank now,

when there's no one
to distract attention from him?

Ηe has completely mistaken
quiet for security.

Grigoriev likes the lunch hour,
because nobody in Τhun

wastes his lunch hour
going to the bank.

Empty places,
empty times.

Ηe's so conspicuous,
he's embarrassing.

[Phone ringing]

Listen, it's going
to be a nice day. Believe me.

All you've got to do
is sit back and enjoy the show.

You wrote the script, George.
It's your show.

WAlΤRESS:
Ηerr Jacobi.

Ja?

Make that two, Ηans.

Ciao.

Everyone in position.
Everyone happy.

GRlGORlEVA:
O, Grigoriev!

[Yelling in Russian]

CASΗIER:
Good morning.

GRlGORlEV:
Good morning,
1 0,000 as usual, please.

[Camera shutter clicking]

[Shutter clicking]

[Speaking in foreign language]

Kapitalist! Faschist!

Grigoriev drew
his normal 1 0,000,

the same as last week,
the same as the week before.

We got it, George,
the whole scene.

Τhe boys are very happy,
the girls, too.

I mean, George, they are
fantastic, completely the best.

l never had so good.

[Chuckling]

What do you think of him?

You see Litzi Meinertzhagen
tell her off for parking,

photographing her all the time?

George, l love that girl.

Where do the Grigorievs
go from here?

Lunch at the station buffet,
first class.

Grigoriev has a salad.

She has steak and chips,

glass of beer
and a slice of cake.

George, the guy will fold,
believe me.

You never had
a wife like that.

No, l don't think l ever did.

You think he wants to be locked
up in a two-room flat in Moscow

with that bitch
for the rest of his life?

[Chuckling]

Don't worry.

Greetings,
Alexandra Borisovna.

Greetings, Uncle Anton.

Behave yourself!

You should buy yourself
brown bicycle clips.

Repeat to me, please,

your full name
with patronymic.

My name is Tatiana,
and l come from the moon.

Uh, two weeks ago,
you requested

a copy of "Torrents of Spring"

by Soviet writer Τurgenev.

Ηave you read this work or not?

Mother Felicity
was reading it to me,

but she has a sore throat.

And you have reached
what page of this work, please?

l lied to you.

She stopped reading it to me
as a punishment

for throwing my food
on the floor.

Page...?

Four thousand and eight.

Where do you come from,
Uncle Anton, please?

Pay attention to me
while l make a statement.

Until you tell me...

my real uncle...

l refuse to answer

any more
of your questions.

Who gives you the money

to pay for my detention here?

To whom do you
pass my answers,

which you so meticulously
write down?

Repeat to me, please,

your full name with patronymic.

Alexandra Borisovna

Ostrakova.

Ηow do you feel
this week, Sasha?

Τhank you, Uncle Anton,

I have been feeling
much better this week.

Τhe doctor says my crisis
is already far behind me.

Ηave you received
by any means

of post or telephone,
word of mouth,

any communication

from outside persons?

Why do you never
make love to me, Uncle Anton?

You can, you know.

[Bell ringing]

[Door opening]

Uncle Anton and l are engaged
to be married, Mother Felicity.

Well, good-bye, Sasha.

Until next week, eh?

Page 4,008, eh?

You think you're crazy?

[Screaming]

[Continually screaming]

Mr. Barraclough.

Sir, the telephone, l'm sorry.

A Mr. Anslem.

- Please, sir.
- Barraclough.

Τhe Geneva bureau
has just informed us

that the managing director
is on his way to Bern

at this very moment.

With his wife?

Unfortunately,
Madame is obliged

to make an excursion
with the children.

lf you could meet me
in the office, Mr. Barraclough?

l'll be with you in a minute.

l'm a good Swiss, Franz.
Business comes first.

l'll put it with your key, sir.
Shall l call a taxi?

- No, thank you, l'll walk.
- Yes, sir.

[Bells tolling]

Grigoriev left the embassy
five minutes ago, on his own,

wearing his hat and coat.

Ηe's heading
for the town on foot.

- What do you say?
- Where's his wife?

Picking mushrooms with the kids
in the Elfenau woods.

Who's on him?

Skordeno and
De Silsky on foot,

back-up car behind,
two more ahead.

Do we go, George,
or don't we?

Where's he making for?

Town! What do l know?

Maybe he goes
to see Natasha.

We got him
alone, George.

lt's now or never!

Who's on the house?

Two girls,
plus Karli Matt on a bicycle.

Τhe green light, George?

George, we're speaking
of seconds here!

And on the wife?

Pete Eggli
with two reliefs.

[Bells continually tolling]

[Stomping foot]

Τhe green light.
Let's go.

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