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Inner strength. Equality.

The recognition of the total freedom of the individual.

When you're free...

it's easy to take your liberty for granted.

'Course, I knew deep down I'd never be safe.

No matter where I went...

there was always a chance someone would find me.

From the start...

all I ever had was a wish to be free. And that...

can't be a crime, can it?

Thomas! Get in here! It's still in good shape.

My entire generation, driven to the front.

And sacrificed in a firestorm.

Listen...

Get over here now!

Rotten bastards!

Max!

And the red storm consumed us.

Stay strong! And you'll survive anything.

Loyal to new masters...

in debt for a life rebuilt.

Comrade Stalin... takes care of orphans.

Dedicated people with a strong sense of ideology

were needed.

Here. Breakfast.

Loyal people who could not be tempted.

I was one of these people.

Not a citizen but a soldier.

And I could be sacrificed.

Like my generation many years before...

when I got away.

I was unable to see the truth.

My whole existence was a lie...

and I thrived on persecuting the helpless and the workers.

I was deranged.

Believed in a man who was mentally ill.

On the orders of this man, I murdered and I looted.

I was an enemy of freedom.

I know this now...

and I want only to express my love and gratitude...

to our great leader Comrade Stalin.

I further declare myself...

a dedicated and loyal Socialist worker.

His name is Albert Steiner.

That was in 1950. Do you remember him?

It was the year I graduated from the Suvorov.

But it was discovered that he was an informer...

for the British Secret Police.

Your new identity.

A whole new life.

As you know we have a vast network of operatives...

and every instruction must be carried out to the letter.

We could well be at war...

with the Western Imperialists by the end of the year...

your part in the common struggle is vital.

Loyalty is at question here.

Details. Coded messages.

It was highly complex.

And for my part, I knew only where to go.

And for security. Knew no more.

62

Tally-ho.

Right on time, Sixty-two. Anything to report?

To the letter.

Good.

You rendezvous tomorrow. Midday.

Hyde Park.

Your contact will approach you.

Understood.

Your report with me...

will be at 10:00 on the following morning.

Tally-ho.

So, you got a name?

Edward. Edward Cook.

I'm Yvonne Are you from out of town, then?

Yes. Mr. Dailey won't mind me looking while he's not here?

No, Neville's my uncle. He's all right like that.

Well, don't surprise us. What do you think?

Just what I'm looking for.

Great. When are you moving in, then?

Uncle Neville wants someone in quickly.

Today? Here's one week's in advance.

Like it said in the paper.

That's all right, I trust you.

You can settle it with Uncle Neville. He'll be home soon.

Could I interest you in some blooms, sir?

You look like you're waiting for a young lady.

How many do you have for sale?

- How many would sir like? - Sixty-two.

Excellent. I think I can be of service, sir.

Good to meet you, Sixty-two. You can call me Dennis.

So what's the message?

Message? Oh, there's no message. Not today.

Just a simple face-to-face introduction.

My way of doing things.

I like to know who I'm dealing with.

You know, friendly face and all that.

You can tell Control, or what is known as Control...

that there is nothing to report as yet.

First, from here on...

all our meetings will be arranged by ourselves...

and strictly by no one else.

Second, if you are followed to a meeting...

break contact and reconvene...

one hour earlier the next day at St. Paul's.

What do you mean by "what is known as Control?"

Well, you know. Really...

we are all our own controllers, aren't we?

I don't follow you.

Well, it's words and their meanings.

Control is control by name...

but how far does that name, as a word...

stretch to a meaning?

I'm sorry, but I don't understand where this conversation leads.

And I'm sorry, it doesn't lead anywhere.

Unless you really want it to.

Just simple chat between passing friends.

So when do we meet next?

Okay. Things are moving pretty fast.

Let's say Friday...

one o'clock, Trafalgar Square.

- Thank you, sir. - Right

Have a nice day.

Loyalty. That was why Krivosheyev had sent me to London.

The KGB's theory of a link...

between ex-Nazi Albert Steiner's betrayal and Dennis,

his previous contact, had made me cautious.

But I didn't report my own suspicions of Dennis to Tally-ho.

I decided to watch.

Edward, are you in? It's me, Yvonne.

Hello, Yvonne, what can I do for you?

We just wondered if you fancied a bite of dinner with us tonight.

Oh, you paint!

- A bit. - I was at art college.

It's not professional, just a pastime.

Do you mind?

Wow. How long you been doing it?

Started yesterday.

No. How long you been painting?

As long as I can remember.

You got a cool style.

Real simple and cool.

Ah. This stuff your inspiration?

No, I like the illustrations.

The style. Bought them at the shop earlier.

We didn't really have very much of that stuff when I was growing up.

So where were you brought up then?

Well, my family were British, but I grew up in India.

So, what, you've got family you're looking up or something?

No, none to my knowledge.

I was a merchant seaman for quite a few years in the Far East.

Thought I should see England...

maybe try and find work on dry land.

Right, so, so you're an artist, then?

What do you think?

Your work is fantastic.

Thank you.

Is he eating or not?

I want to know how much rice to put on.

Yes, Uncle Nev, he's coming.

Good!

My friend's having a party at the weekend.

You should come.

You'd love it, be full of all sorts.

Yvonne's energy made me want to know more about her.

About life. And about me.

A side of me that had been lost for years.

The real me.

'Morning, young man. You well?

- Yeah. - Yeah, I'm great.

My team won yesterday, two-nil.

- Your team? - Yeah.

Two-nil. It's a football score, not a code.

Yeah. Of course.

Right, down to business.

I need to know the reason T plus Zed equals T.

And what FQ means to XX.

Okay. Should we meet tomorrow?

Ten o'clock. Tomorrow night.

Prescot Street on the docks. There's a little pub.

Oh, before you go...

About the other day.

I know you're the keen type.

I am staunch.

But I'm also old.

Life's too short, eh?

So, how long you been involved, anyway?

Oh. Most of my life.

One form or another.

How 'bout you?

Pretty much the same.

When I was young I was committed to the common...

cause an old school idealist.

I had a blind loyalty to the struggle.

But things are not so simple now.

In order to understand loyalty, you need to experience betrayal.

When were you betrayed?

I don't remember.

It was too long ago.

Sixty-two, it's important that you remember who you are...

not what you are.

See you at the football.

- Sixty-two. - Tally-ho.

How are you, Sixty-two?

Fine. Requisition for reason why T plus Z equals T.

For my part, a soldier, the code itself meant nothing.

Its answer, even less.

Yeah.

Now, listen carefully. You've got a zero.

But a zero I did understand.

A killing.

Every instruction to be carried out to the letter.

Yeah.

And once given information on a target...

that knowledge made you the greater danger.

You were then accountable.

Okay. We'll speak then.

Execute the order, or else.

British agent, KGB spy, who knows?

But to the world, a rich man died at the hands of a burglar.

Are you with me?

Oh, you! Hey, baby.

This's my friend Edward.

Oh, you must see Charlie.

- So you like Charlie's paintings? - Yeah, very much.

It's not right or wrong.

It just is what it is.

Beholden to no one.

It's a way of life, too.

What about you? What's your way of life?

I'll never conform.

Strength that comes from the happiness within.

A time seemingly untainted.

A golden time of youth and promise.

And of my heart.

Don't use up all the hot water!

I won't! What's the problem?

I might like you to inherit. the antiques!

- Did you turn off the stove? - Yes, I did, mom.

Sorry. Is it okay?

If you don't feel too guilty.

It's your mom who could do with some help.

We were all very upset to hear the news about your father.

The planes are coming back.

It didn't hurt.

It looks beautiful!

What are you doing tonight, Thomas?

Go home.

You want to have a cigarette?

I don't smoke.

Would you please?

There you go.

Times have been much harder.

You look like a real gentleman.

Thank you. It's wonderful.

Staying real kept us alive.

Stay strong! And you'll survive anything.

If you want to smoke, you should smoke.

Make your own decision.

That's the best way.

Believe me.

It's the only way.

Melanie's boyfriend on home leave.

But with all the men and all the boys conscripted...

All right!

A fourteen-year-old could take form.

"Relaxation for the collection of strength for more work."

That's our motto.

The Joy Division is an admirable organization...

and a shining example of honest, practical socialism.

People gain strength through experiencing happiness

and again become strong!

To achieve this goal, you the youth,

must chase your desires, Art, Craft...

Sport, whatever it may be.

Strength through joy gives you new life interest...

and placements will help you understand...

the meaning of comradeship hard work, and reward.

Did Hans give you the bracelet?

Yes. And I never take it off.

Yes, you do.

I've seen you.

Every worker has the right to vacation...

see the beauty of nature, and rise to a higher standard of culture.

Vacationing for renewed strength...

our numbers would stretch 54 times around the world and...

twice from Earth to the moon and back.

We have strength in numbers.

Your strength will come from the happiness within yourself.

Strength through joy...

is the recognition of total freedom of the individual.

Thomas! Where you going?

What's that? Can I see it?

Hans Shaffer sent it to me.

He swapped a packet of cigarettes for it...

with an American prisoner he caught.

This is fantastic.

Can I borrow it?

No, but you may have it.

So long as you've got something to swap for it.

Melanie...

There's this dance at the weekend.

I know.

Would you like to come with me?

Of course I would.

And when I was alone, my inspiration could take form.

I'd paint.

That was my "strength through joy"...

the source of my inner strength through happiness.

You really like her, don't you?

You've loved her all your life. It's no secret.

This came for you.

Better read it before mom comes up.

Where are you going?

To the factory.

There's a war on.

If this thing can only fire once...

what will happen once you fire it?

If you shoot it right, it won't need to do anything else.

Oh, Father. You must admit, it is a bit silly, isn't it?

The Russians won't get as far as Warsaw like the last time.

We beat them before, we'll do it again.

Good evening.

What are you wearing?

That's not Youth Movement!

No. It's the People's Army.

All able-bodied men between 16 and 60 have been conscripted.

But you're only fourteen.

A couple of years makes no difference.

You know yourself that all the 16 have gone already.

Melanie, listen, I have to go to a training camp for the weekend.

But I brought this for you.

As a swap for the book.

Thomas, that's wonderful.

When did you paint it?

After I saw you the other day.

We can put it up in here.

Let's go.

I must be going.

Thomas, shouldn't you be going with us into the shelter?

I'll see you after the weekend!

Melanie, close that door! The bombers will see the light!

My house took a direct hit.

My mother and sister, both killed.

But far worse was to dawn upon our town.

But I wasn't to be there.

1944 drew to a close.

The whole world was about to change.

Thomas! Get in here. It's still in good shape.

Good strong walls.

The vision's clear.

We'll see those bastards as they come in.

You've not said a word for days.

But last night I heard you whispering her name.

Get a grip of yourself.

Listen, the tanks! Come get over now!

Max!

Get down!

Down!

How far are the Soviets?

How far are the Soviets?

Quick! Get undressed.

If they catch you in that uniform they'll kill you!

Don't you want to survive?

For Christ's sake. Put this on.

Come on, let's go.

Astrid was a medical student.

Taking to the road weeks earlier,

she'd managed to keep just ahead of the Soviet spearheads.

If she hadn't, I'd not be here now.

Astrid became the mother and sister I'd lost.

And an inspiration for survival.

Come on!

Excuse me. Where does this road lead?

It leads westward, to Frankfurt, I think.

Thank you.

I've got relatives in Leipzig, Thomas.

I think so long's we head west, we'll be safe.

Even if we fall into British or American hands.

For God's sakes, move!

Jump up and down.

Lads, lads. Wait. Hold up, listen.

Sergeant Harry Stone, right, of the British Free Corps.

We're calling on you as white men to other white men.

Forget about the war Between Brithish and Germany.

It serves no British interest.

This is the last chance for the civilized world to unite...

and push the Bolshevik hordes out of our homelands...

and back into central Asia!

Wait here. I'm going to go round and find more clothes for you.

Why are you doing this? I mean, you don't have to.

Why is anyone doing it?

To survive.

Keep warm.

There's a love.

Join us now!

We'll fight side by side and we'll stop the Reds right here!

'Cause you mark my words...

if Germany falls to the red scum...

the rest of Europe will be under Stalin's boots!

You fucking wankers!

You fucking wankers!

Plane! Plane, plane! Run!

It's not the planes we should worry about.

We can hear them coming.

Get back! Back!

Back off!

I'm sorry, but this is transport is for only!

All civilians make your way to Dresden.

Please! Please take this man!

He's fought for his country but he'll die unless you take him.

There's no room. Please back off.

I'm a nurse and I've taken care of this man for weeks on the road.

- He needs help! - We don't have a medical orderly!

Come on! What's the holdup?

- Look, here's my ID. - It's a nurse!

Thomas! Thomas!

Come. You, too.

Thomas!

Get in. We need a nurse.

The enemy was destroying with fierce speed across Silesia.

And the choice?

Hope was to recapture a town that had been overrun.

The hope that others could have stayed.

Hold back. Hold back!

You all right, son? Eh? Do you hear me?

Are you with me?

We're going over there, all right?

Come on, get up! Come on, get up!

Move! Move!

Get ready.

Now!

But genuine hope was in vain.

The red hordes had engulfed the home front...

and nowhere was safe.

An unstoppable force of nature swept through my heart.

Melanie and the others left our town.

They followed the tanks that had destroyed them...

hoping to keep ahead of the next wave.

Melanie ran and she walked and she ran.

But the next wave caught up.

It's amazing.

Makes you wonder.

What must he have been through to paint something like this?

I don't know.

Hey, let's go see something else.

I hope you know I'm not in the habit of sleeping with stray lodgers.

I hope not.

How long were you at sea for?

10 years, what about you?

You must have liked it, though.

It's a job. Simple.

And plenty of time to yourself.

As one emotion tumbled into another...

like an unstoppable force...

one lie became another.

I hated keeping the truth from Yvonne...

but I believed it protected her. From what I was...

and from my past...

both of which were bound together.

But when two people find each other...

some things refuse to stay hidden.

Happened a long time ago.

There was someone I liked very much and...

Well, you know how things can happen when you're a kid.

I had to pass on code from Tally-ho to Dennis...

something which Dennis was waiting for.

And we met in the old German Quarter of East London...

in the warmth of the "Princess of Prussia"...

the security of the public place.

You look well.

- Ta. - Cheers.

So, how'd it go?

T times T equals ZT.

Good. And what about the rest?

Sorry, they couldn't tell me. Said you'd have to wait.

Right.

Well, I suppose that's that, then.

I'll contact you as soon as I know the answer.

Yeah, I know you will.

So, what's your story?

Your tongue is sharp, I reckon you're from Europe somewhere.

And like me, you're in up to your neck.

But unlike me...

you haven't got a clue what's going on.

Right.

So what are you then, an idealist?

I was a Suvorov student.

After the war...

That was such a time, the war.

Where I grew up then there was nothing left.

No home, no family, no future.

But then I was scooped up by Mother Russia...

and delivered to a Suvorov military school.

And then my life was rebuilt.

So what about you, then? What's your story?

Well, like I said, I was an idealist.

But that was then.

There were good reasons then.

I mean, what's going on?

Two world orders locked in conflict.

But are we preventing or creating a war?

And whichever one it is...

is that what you and I live for?

I mean, would you want to see all that again?

The deaths?

All this, destroyed?

Are we the leaders?

Or are we the led?

Or are we neither?

It's a lot to think about.

Not really. This is simple.

D'you want your freedom or not?

Well, I want freedom for the people from imperial capitalism...

through revolution.

Freedom for another lot of dictators to come...

and do as they see fit?

Do you really want to go through all that again?

And anyway, what about us? The tools?

What's supposed to happen to us?

I mean, what do we do, we just disappear?

The men with no identity.

The men with no further use.

Good spies are not moral philosophers.

Ours is the secret war of the individual.

She's Stephanie Pfeiffer, KGB.

Confirmed.

And they're the network observers. Recruiters, fixers.

And the conspiracy?

Steiner was convinced...

that one person controls the entire network in the UK.

Dennis Bergman is definitely our man.

If this is a coup, a British coup...

Budapest in reverse then it's going to be soon, going to be big.

And I want clearance to bring him in now...

so that we can avoid the whole bloody mess.

His network will break contact and go straight into a Plan B.

I think we can offset that risk...

with the greater advantage of infiltrating Soviet Control.

So, you have good reason to believe that Dennis Bergman will defect?

Yeah. Okay.

- 62 - Tally-ho. The information...

previously requested is denied.

You have an immediate zero.

As Edward, I'd fallen in love with Yvonne.

As 62, I had shared a dream of freedom with Dennis.

I'd found new life interest.

But for me, Thomas...

to disobey Control would mean counter-conspiracy...

hunted to the death by scores of loyal agents like myself.

But counter-conspiracy was exactly what I wanted...

the day that Tally-ho ordered me to kill Dennis.

They didn't trust him anymore.

I know why you're here.

Been through it all myself.

The other night in the pub...

I didn't fully fill you in on your role as a spy's operative, did I?

No, you didn't.

Well, it's like this.

You're here to spy on me.

And, you do that by taking coded messages from me...

from me to your contact at Control.

And finally when Control begin to mistrust me...

you get the unenviable task of killing me.

And then taking over my post.

I really don't understand this.

Any of it.

I don't take it personally.

Coded messages. Hidden agents.

It's almost impossible to understand...

unless you're a key player.

If you ever reach that point.

Why don't you just run?

They've got people in every country.

I'm too well known.

And I've been running too long in here.

So what of this uh, this situation... with you?

The British Secret Police believe...

that there's a Soviet coup being planned, here.

Between KGB agents and British revolutionaries.

I don't know what you know, but as far as I understand it...

it's simply a push...

orchestrated by double agents to eliminate leftist groups.

There's no coup being plotted.

Before I left for England...

I was briefed about a man called Steiner.

Albert Steiner. Steiner wasn't a conspirator or a revolutionary.

He was just a lonely defector...

the lowest form of currency in this war.

A man in denial.

I don't know whether he's alive or dead.

But as long as his fate remains unknown...

the concept of Steinerism is a threat.

The enemy within. Which both sides crave.

Maybe that makes me an agent of Steiner.

Shall I tell you something?

It's quite possible right now...

that you and I could both be working for the other side...

and not realize.

Accept that, and it naturally follows...

that the whole Cold War could be a farce.

And that we're all ruled by one central Control...

a kind of new world order.

The powers that be want me to disappear...

and so I shall.

But if I don't...

then the messenger and I both shall.

My final performance.

But the show goes on, eh?

My family are asleep.

It's wonderful.

The Secret Police got Dennis.

When did you find out?

Time is not on our side.

Find out from Control the arrival time of XZ...

and meet me tonight. Nine o'clock...

at the underground ticket office, London Bridge.

This is absurd. I'm a tourist.

And your passport states that you're one Annalise Keitel from West Germany.

That's correct, Mr. Harris.

And I would like to know why I've been brought here.

Just answer the questions.

You see?

There's really not much that we don't know about you, Stephanie.

People's responses can be controlled by conditioning.

It's all very simple.

It has to do with the connection between...

physical reflexes and mental stimulation.

Right now, we know the correct answers.

Whenever you fail to give those answers...

we shall begin the process of conditioning.

Now this man, as you well know, is Dennis Bergman.

What could you tell us about his involvement with the coup...

prior to his death?

Coup? I have no idea what you're talking about.

I do not know this man!

Could you please stand up?

Now remove all your clothes.

Lies will not protect you here.

I demand to see your superiors!

This is Commander Bothringaye. He's my superior.

Now do as I say or we will do it for you.

You people are mad.

On several occasions you were followed from hotel rooms...

where you had stayed with this man.

He was murdered in his home.

One occasion you were followed directly to a meeting with...

the head of a left-wing pressure group the Workers Lobby.

What can you tell me about that meeting?

It is impossible for me to answer your question...

as I do not know what it is you talk about.

Will you please turn round?

Lean over and touch your toes.

Hold that position.

Both these men were murdered...

by an agent of the war criminal Albert Steiner.

And we know that you are a direct link.

Trust. In a darkened world of deception...

where loyalty meant obedience...

the individual was lost.

We're not questioning your sense of idealism.

We're talking about where you stand in relation to the Beast.

Side by side, or against it.

That's also idealism. Our idealism.

Loyalty. It's a very touching subject, for all of us.

But you must realize, Stephanie...

you've been betrayed many times before today.

We know that you met this man today...

because he led us to you.

Actually, he's an agent of Steiner.

But his betrayal of you is of quite a different nature.

Now, you too can make the same decision that he did.

But come over to work with us instead.

We simply want to know...

the attitude of the KGB toward certain British groups and...

and how far they intend to support that attitude.

The fact that my new contact...

didn't know what really happened to Dennis...

meant either that somebody didn't want her to know...

or she wasn't who she claimed to be.

Another Steiner, perhaps.

At best, if she was KGB...

it meant that the Secret Police... had got to her after our meeting.

If that was true...

I could only assume they were also onto me.

The only choice for me now was to go back or to run...

a choice similar to one I was forced to make...

many years before.

A town we had recaptured.

Genuine life interest.

An outpost of hope amidst the carnage.

The last of the westward exodus staggered into our fortress.

And the retreating convoy which had found women and children...

left for dead on the roads...

after being attacked by enemy tanks.

Melanie?

Melanie!

Melanie was a shell.

Empty.

You have no hope of escape.

You are now two hundred kilometers behind the front line.

Berlin has fallen. Hitler is dead.

We have encircled your town.

If you surrender now, no further harm will come to you!

Russians everywhere, everyone's dead. Get out!

Shit!

All you people need to go back inside!

The Russians are in the next street!

Move it!

Don't worry. Everything will be all right, okay.

Melanie, you hear me?

We declare unconditional victory!

You are now citizen of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic.

By decree of Comrade Stalin...

This is declared an open city!

We declare unconditional victory!

You are now citizen of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic.

By decree of Comrade Stalin...

This is declared an open city!

Thomas!

Let him go!

Let him go!

Let him go! No! Thomas!

Please don't kill him!

I'll go with you.

If you just leave him.

Okay.

Tanya. She was a commissar.

In denial of my crime, we headed to a military school...

for war orphans in Russia.

A place to be re-educated.

A home.

Something new to be loyal to.

Stalin's secret army.

And while Silesia was removed from history...

my people slain or herded east into slavery...

I was to escape.

62 reporting.

Tally-ho. The girl was deported.

You face immediate danger. Break contact.

Rendezvous on the runway at dawn...

if you want to survive.

- Thomas! - Krivosheyev!

Sir!

All right! All right, man. Hold on!

- You okay? - Fine. Thank you, Neville.

Well, you don't look it.

A man came for you earlier.

He left this.

Said his name was a Mr. Harris.

An old friend of yours.

Now you let me know if there's a problem, eh?

Come on, Neville. Hurry up, man.

I'm coming!

All right?

What's the matter?

I have to go away tonight.

- Back to sea, then? - No.

No, I was never in the merchant navy.

Okay. So why did you tell me you was?

"To Thomas Wagner.

"We'd like to meet to discuss your problem.

Waiting for your call on this number."

Who's Thomas Wagner?

It's me.

I have to leave here tonight.

As long as I'm here, it's not safe.

While I've been with you, you've made me feel real again.

Like I am somebody.

For seventeen years...

this was the only part of me that was real.

Take it.

Tally-ho.

So you're Tally-ho.

I nearly didn't come.

Krivosheyev is dead.

Umbrella gun. Poisoned bullet.

Who do they think is responsible?

Agents of Albert Steiner. Counter-conspirators.

You.

Deductions after the Dennis episode...

made the British Secret Police think...

that you are Soviet Control.

They've had followers on you since your arrival.

They want you to defect.

But you're not Control, are you?

Since the end of the war...

our policies in the west have been defensive, non-aggressive.

But this is fast changing...

due to a new form of ruthlessness.

One good turn deserves another.

New life interest.

Strength through experiencing happiness...

to again become strong.

The real me.

For the first time.

And Europe?

Long gone.

It's as free as it gets.

I remember what Dennis said...

"The secret war of the individual."

I have my own life now.

My own strength through joy.