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I have information
about a major KGB operation.

It has been named
Operation Glass.

Who's the first agent?
David Hexton.

David, this is an opportunity
to be a hero.

This isn't
a conventional war, Jim.

Do the Soviets want
to oppress us?
Without question.

How are you given the names?

A dead-letter drop.

In men's toilets.

They put adverts
in classified ads.

They say, "Cousin Andrew,
please visit us."

If Moscow know
he's working for us,

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

Daddy, we need a decision.

We assume Moscow don't know
about Arkady.

We let Arkady
collect the next name.

We endanger the few
to protect the many.

It could be a trap.

What if they are
waiting for me?

What if they shoot me?

And that's why I'm here.

Then I can arrest them.

What?

I'll take up position.
Wait five minutes,
then head for the drop.

What happened?

Sex. He wanted sex, Joe.

Well, I can always
come back later.

Yeah, this time he was no one.

Every conversation we have...

Every name I give you...

We'll protect you.

Is that what you told
David Hexton?

I told him it was his chance
to be a soldier, to be a hero.

My father fought
in Stalingrad.

He was awarded
the Order of the Red Banner.

That was a war
that made heroes, not this.

Would our fathers
be proud of us, Joe?

I don't know,
my father's dead.

Look, remember what you said.

If Operation Glass
is successful,
it changes everything.

All the horrors you've
seen in your own country,
they'll bring those here.

I don't care
about any of that.

And I don't think
you do either.

We join the game
for different reasons.

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

So, whatever made you join us
in the first place,

just remember that.

Come on.

I'm worried
about Daddy.

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

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

I mean...
The business with
the Chinese dancer?

Someone has to mind the shop,

the old man
is losing his...

As requested,
all meetings are recorded
for your reference.

We must have caught
this conversation by accident
before the tape was stopped.

Has anyone else heard this?

I brought it straight to you.

Bobby Waterhouse.

He really is the limit.

I'm sorry,
but I make no apology
for my language.

Bobby is who Bobby is.

Thank you, Alan,
for bringing this
to my attention.

We will say no more about it.

See you on the green.

-What's your name?
-Tom.

I'm Alice.

Hey, we're gonna be friends,
aren't we?

Hmm...

We're getting ahead
of ourselves.

-Who is this man?
Thomas Mallory.

Graduated from
the Royal Naval College '44,

six years on HMS Pioneer,
seven on HMS Eagle,

rising to Lieutenant,

desk job at the MOD
ever since.

And the message Arkady
is to give him?

Arkady has deciphered
his instructions
with his one-time pad.

He is to greet Tom
and hand over the message.

It's merely a name
and a phone number.

Valerie Parkwood. 019464980.

Who is Valerie Parkwood?

She's secretary
to the Prime Minister, Daddy.

Good God!

You don't think she's got snow
on her boots, too?

Anyone with
that level of access

would have been
thoroughly vetted,

but we can't rule it out.

It could be
that Mallory's task was
to reactivate her.

Well, then, why not have
Arkady contact her directly?

Information about
Operation Glass is released
on a need to know basis,

why involve someone else?

We'll monitor Tom Mallory from
the moment of reactivation,

follow him
to Valerie Parkwood and
see what they're cooking up.

But that brings us back
to our problem.

Tom Mallory
is in police custody.

He was arrested last night
for beating up a prostitute.

Now, this is something
of a habit with him.

But the last three times
he's wangled an acquittal,
or it never got to court.

On this occasion however,
the victim is determined
to press charges.

Sarah, I want you
running things.

Use Joe for all face-to-face.

Sarah? But I was
rather hoping...

Alan, we need to put ears
in Valerie Parkwood's flat
and on her work telephone.

Uh, Whitehall get
rather touchy about us
tapping their phones.

I'll talk
to the Cabinet Secretary.

Joe, return this to Arkady,
let him reactivate
Tom Mallory.

Bobby,
call the Police Commissioner,
get Mallory released on bail.

He can't teach us much
about Operation Glass
from inside a police cell.

This is our chance
to make amends

for what happened
to David Hexton.

No one else
is going to die today.

Daddy, sorry, quick word.

Um...
I'm a little piqued,
truth be told.

I'm the most senior
Cub Scout here,

but you're giving Sarah
the keys to the hut.

People are talking, Bobby.

They say "Old Waterhouse,
he's a confirmed bachelor".

And then they wink
and they snigger.

And I'm sure I've even seen
a nudge in the past.

Do you know
what I take that to mean?

I can't imagine.

Work can only ever be
a mistress, Bobby.

Mistresses are ravenous.

But a wife puts the world
in perspective.

Makes a fellow rounded.

I bet your mother is desperate
for grandchildren.

Well, you've met my mother,
haven't you?

Asking you to
be selfless is futile,

only an enforced separation
will suffice.

I want you to take a more
observational role.

Giving you space
to find yourself

and perhaps, someone else?

But, Daddy, my duty
is to the job, to you.

Be assured, I know exactly
where your loyalties lie.

Very good, Daddy.

Mr Mallory, I bring greetings
from your aunt in Somerset.

What?

I don't have an aunt in...

My aunt...

Well, well, well.

How is the old girl?

Arkady has reactivated
Tom Mallory.

We'll wait for him
to make contact
with Valerie Parkwood

and see where that leads us.

I'll speak to the prostitute,
get her to drop the charges.

The last thing we need
is a pending court case

when we're trying to keep him
under surveillance.

What?

You.

You're you again.

The agent that was killed
in Poland,

the man who killed her
is part of Operation Glass.

He's the man
that killed David Hexton.

His codename's Odin.

You've known about this
since David Hexton died?

Christ, Joe!

This is a major
conflict of interest.

You don't think
you should have told us?

-How is there a conflict?
-How?

We're engaged in
a delicate, volatile operation

and you're pursuing
a vendetta.

It's the same objective.
Find Odin, expose Glass.

Expose Glass, find Odin.

They may be
the same objective now,

but what if suddenly it's not?

How do I know
you'll do your job

instead of pursuing
some ridiculous quest
for vengeance?

Sarah, please.

Now, let me do this.

I told her I'd look after her.

What's that?

It's chalk.

-What does it do?
-"What does it do?"

It's chalk.

What does chalk do in Russia?

It's not secret spy chalk?

Oh, I don't think so.

-I bought it at WHSmith.
-Hmm.

This is how we're going
to communicate.

This...

This says there's a message
in the dead-letter drop.

Under the last bench,
the last pew
of St John's Church.

-Right.
-Mmm.

If you've left
a message there,
you draw a line here.

If you've picked up
that message or if I have,
you draw another line here.

What will the messages be?

I don't know.
It could be anything.

What if you just
want to say hello?

Yeah, we don't usually...
Look, any messages...

What if I want to
recommend a book?

I promise, I only use
for really good books.

Yulia, this is serious.

I know this is serious.

But you can smile.

You are allowed
to enjoy things.

One more signal.

-What's that?
-Danger.

This means you're in danger.

Alice?

Sorry to bother you.

My name is Tim Dawson.
I work for the government.

I'd like to talk to you about
the man who assaulted you.

Wondered when you'd show up.

It would be
very beneficial to us

if you could drop
the charges against him.

I can't give you
the details why,

but we need to keep him
under surveillance.

No.

That isn't to say
you wouldn't be compensated
for what you've suffered.

I'd like to give you £150...

I was thinking
about it afterwards,

I was thinking,
"It won't be easy, Alice.

"He's posh,
they won't like it."

And here you are.

He's part of a process.

It is for the good
of the country
he remains at liberty,

so we can monitor him.

It's nothing to do with class.

Of course it is.

Everything is.

If I carry on...

If I press charges,
what will happen?

To me.

-Would you lock me up?
-Steps would have to be taken.

For the good of the country,
you say.

Just who are you protecting?

'Cause you ain't
protecting me.

The top copy
goes to the Cabinet Secretary,

the bottom copy goes to me.

Why does
this very simple concept
continue to elude you?

Valerie Parkwood.

Valerie, it's Tom.
Tom Mallory.

Tom?

Goodness, it's been a while.

Yes, sorry about that.

Something...
Something came up,
all very hush-hush.

You know how it is.

Um, but a day
didn't go by that I...

I didn't think of you.

And...

I was wondering if we might
get reacquainted.

In fact, looking
at the old diary, I...

Yes. I'm free this evening.

I could pop over.
7:00 all right?

Well,
I suppose I could move
a few things around.

Well, that's lovely.
Listen, must dash. Ta-ta.

Do you want a sandwich?

Sarah's gone slightly
overboard on the provisions.

I think it's her way of saying
you look undernourished.

Oh, dear.

Uh, we're trying
to get pregnant,

so I'm insisting
she eats lots of oily fish,
which she loathes.

Corned beef!
I can't stand the stuff!

That's revenge.

Remarkable woman.

Curtain up.

Hello.

Sit down.

One of the duties
of each new Prime Minister

is to write a letter
of last resort.

It states his decision
about whether to retaliate

in the event
of a nuclear strike.

You typed that letter
for him, Valerie.

You know what it says.

Now you're going to tell me.

How can you
ask such a thing?

This is treason, Tom.

Valerie, Valerie,
ours is not to reason why...

No, Tom.

This will not do. Get out.

Get out of my flat
this minute.

And here was me
thinking you were
the decent sort.

-Now what do we do?

Joe!

Let's try that again,
shall we, Valerie?

What is in the Letter
of Last Resort?

We have to stop this,
we can't let him
access that information.

We'll lose our advantage.
He'll know we're onto him.

She's resisting him,
she's not
telling him anything.

It said...

I was really
surprised by this.

It said...

"Piss off, Tom."

I had a feeling
you'd be like this.

Luckily I came prepared.

Take a seat.

Your nephews,
Mark and Adam, yes?

Ahh.

You see, Valerie,
I will do terrible things
to Mark and Adam,

unless I find out
what's in that letter.

Stop! Please, stop.
Stop! Stop, please!

Valerie, my name's Joe.
I work for MI5.

I told him. Oh, God.

He threatened my nephews
so I told him everything.

No! Please...

I thought my work
would be a privilege.

I thought I would spend
my days in the company of

gallant and charming men.
But instead we shovel shit.

And when we get home,

our clothes are stiff with
blood and sweat and grease.

I miss the war.

The other one.

A chap knew where he stood.

Why on earth
didn't we have someone
stationed outside?

For all we knew
it was just a standard
reactivation.

There was nothing to
make us think...

So, where is he now?

We don't know.
We've searched his house,
there's nothing.

Let's not panic just yet.
What's in the letter?

If the Prime Minister
says we'll retaliate,

the stalemate remains intact,
it doesn't matter
if they know.

Valerie said it's "no".

No strike back.

No retaliation.

So this is it?

My God.

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

Sorry, can we
just go back a bit?

The Prime Minster said "no"?

That if they attack us,
we won't fight back?

Are you serious?

Right, so we're
completely vulnerable.

Everything you,
the whole bloody
Cold War, everything,

it's, it's nothing,
it's, it's bluff.

Which is why
that information cannot be
allowed to reach Moscow.

Mallory's only
point of contact with Moscow

is Arkady,
so for the time being,
it's contained.

But Arkady wasn't
recruiting Tom,
he was reactivating him.

He must have been working
with someone before.

He could have contacts,
handlers, safe houses,

an entire network
from back then.

Bobby's right,
we need to move on this
quickly.

Tonight.

If Tom's already passed
the information to Moscow,

they could be preparing
an attack as we speak.

Bobby,
I want you monitoring
the situation overnight.

Open lines with 6,
the FO, the MOD.

The Red Army start
amassing on borders,

residents start packing,
I want to know.

Well, if you think
I'm up to it.

I could help.
I mean, I don't mind.

Extra pair of hands
and all that.

What do we do about Tom?

Until we hear otherwise,
we assume
he's still in the country.

We find him, question him.

The time to protect
our advantage is past,

we need to get him
and that intel
out of circulation.

Interview
the prostitute again.

Perhaps Tom mentioned
somewhere he was going.

Speak to her, Joe.
Tell her what
she needs to hear.

Thank you, everyone.

Daddy, Bobby,
can I have a quick word?

Even if we find Tom before
he hands over the intel,

even if we put him in prison,

such a simple piece
of information to pass on.

I wouldn't be doing my job

if I don't suggest we prepare
a couple of contingency plans.

Agreed.

But I need to know
how absolute you want
these plans to be.

Tom Mallory
cannot be allowed
to contact Moscow.

Your list of options
should be comprehensive.

Brief Joe accordingly.

I want him prepared,
in every sense.

The man who assaulted you
has gone missing.

Did he talk about someone?

Did he mention any trips
he had planned?

If you still want
to press charges,

we would now be in
a position to help you.

If we could locate him,
entice him here,

-then we could...
-You'd bring him here?

He wouldn't expect
us to be here,

then we could arrest him.

He left this.

It's a private club
on Piccadilly.

Just a posh strip club really,

but he wouldn't have this
unless he was a member.

Alice, this is great,
thank you.

But I've got one more
favour to ask.

Go to the club,

tell them
you've been contacted
by two Russians.

They want the information that
he got from Valerie Parkwood.

They'll meet him here
tonight, at 11:00.

I'm looking for
one of your members,
he's Tom Mallory.

-Yeah, lovely.
-Can you make sure he gets it?

-I'll make sure he gets it.
No problem.
-Thanks.

Soviet tanks are
carrying out manoeuvres along
the Finnish border.

This is a monthly event,
so probably nothing
to worry about.

And the embassy residents?

We've placed all but five,

but the outstanding ones
are low level,

so not the sort
to be smuggled out first
as a matter of priority.

Hmm.

Should we tell them?

It feels wrong,

us knowing what's about
to happen and not them.

No. I know it's hard,
but we can't.

Daddy's just promoted me,

so it would be absolutely
rotten luck if it was
the end of the world.

Daddy's promoted you?

I'm assistant to his
permanent secretary.

No, hang on, that's
a political thing, isn't it?

I'm assistant
to his permanent sec...

Oh, I said it again.

-When did this happen?
-Yesterday.

I'm just mucking in
while Joyce has her baby.

You know, I'm not sure
I'll even get a rise,

but just some
luncheon vouchers,
but I'm jolly thrilled.

Least surprising thing
I've heard all day.

But if this is close of play,
should I call anyone?

I wouldn't tell them
anything, obviously.

I just want to
hear their voices.

My little brother, my nana.

Well, I'm sure
they'd be very happy
to hear from you.

Hello.
-Mother Goose, Bobbington Bob.

Where are you?

Your bovine cleaner
knocked the aerial
pushing a j-cloth around.

I swear, I've never seen
a more torpid individual.

She makes Eisenhower's corpse
look like something
out of Oh! Calcutta!

Look, Daddy asked me
to stay behind.

"Something's going down" as...

...the cousins say.
Absolute top level stuff.

And he asked for you?
Interesting.

Says he couldn't
trust anyone else.

Uh, anyway, look,
I just wanted to say, um...

I know we have our
ups and downs,

but I really am
jolly fond of you.

Are you drunk?

And we make
a good team, don't we,

you, you silly package?

Are you dying?
Christ, am I dying?

Good God, woman,
I just wanted to talk to you,
tell you how I felt.

Well don't! We're not Spanish.

Now, get off the line.

Clarissa Mountview
has just discovered

her husband's
screwing a dental nurse,

and if she can't
get through to me,

someone else
will get all the details.

In the event of
a nuclear attack,

control of
all television channels
and radio stations

will be given to the British
Wartime Broadcasting Service.

If an attack is imminent,
you will hear
the attack sound like this...

If you are at home when
you hear the warning signal,

send any children to
the fallout room immediately.

Because of
the threat of radiation,

you and your family
may need to live

in the fallout room for
14 days after an attack.

So, you must make it
as safe as you can

and equip it
for your survival.

If you are at work
or elsewhere

and cannot reach home
within a couple of minutes,

take cover in
any nearby building.

If a death occurs
while you're confined
to the fallout room,

place the body
in another room

and cover it
as securely as possible.

Attach identification.

Hello? How may I help you?

Uh, I need to speak
to Henderson.

That's Mr Henderson.

Hold on a minute, please.

Listen to me, it's urgent.

Um, I must talk to him
about the shoes he ordered.

It's ready a day early.
He must come to collect it.

And what does that mean?

An emergency meeting
to be held
an hour after the contact.

Joe is at the... The place
where they're hoping
to meet Tom Mallory.

We'll go ourselves.

What? We can't do that.
He's a protected source.

He's Joe's agent.

This is no time for protocol.
Arkady could be telling us

that the comrades
are about to rain hellfire
down on London.

Besides, I want Joe
interrogating Tom Mallory.

Where's their rendezvous?

First, the Olympic Hotel.
Fall back, the bar underneath
the Phoenix Theatre.

Wait! You're head
of counter-espionage!

He can't see your face!

It's for your own protection.

He's here.

Mr Gibson, we spoke
on the telephone.

Please come in.
It's an honour to meet you.

Where's Henderson?

I assure you
I have been authorised
to have this conversation.

Not by me.

I talk only to Henderson.

This was agreed.

Who is in there?

Mr Gibson!

Mr Gibson, you can trust me.

We're very concerned
about the information
Tom Mallory has acquired.

Please.

This is so important,
it's so terrifying.

Moscow want to meet
Tom tomorrow morning.

Grand Union Canal under
the Westway at 6:00 a.m.

If Moscow are still
passing messages
to Tom through Arkady,

that would suggest
they don't know
where he is either.

And that they
don't have the intel.

Good, but we still
need to decide

what to do with him
when he turns up here.

If he turns up here.

We'll question him.
Find out everything
he knows about Glass.

Then what?

He still has the intel,
we can't let him
out of our sight.

Throw him in prison
or throw him
in the Thames, I say.

Either way Moscow will
know that we're onto them,
we lose our advantage.

Well, better that
than them finding out

we've got our knickers
permanently round our ankles.

Come along, Wendy.

What did you tell Alice?

She might ask me.
We need to be consistent.

I told her we'd help
her press charges.

What will you say when
she realises we can't?

I don't know. Lie to her.

I've gotten
pretty good at that.

Sarah, Joe, he's here,
he's at the end of the street.

Alice, he's here.

Right, me and Jim
will go downstairs with you.

Just open the door,

tell him the Russian
gentlemen have arrived,
get him inside.

No, he might see you.

Stay here, I'll bring him up.

Sorry, go on.

Are they here?

Wait.

I want you to
look me in the eye.

Was there a knife
on that plate?

Oh, Jesus!

Come on! Come on!

-Get up against the wall.
-I haven't done anything!

Shut up.
-Get him upstairs.

Give me that.

You all right?

What happens next
as this country faces
its worst industrial crisis

since the General Strike
of 1926?

-In panorama, some
of the striking miners...

Some of those
whose job it is to run
Britain's industry

and the government
and opposition...

Excellent,
marvellous news.

What comfort
can you offer the people
of this country tonight?

How serious...

Wendy?

It's, uh, Bobby.
Are you decent?

I thought
we should celebrate.

Joe and Sarah have managed
to locate Tom Mallory
and you've been promoted.

Deserves a glass
of sherry, don't you think?

Oh, I, I was just
about to, to turn in...

Excellent, um...

So, assistant to Daddy's
permanent secretary?

Um, hmm. Hmm.
Unfettered access
to the great man.

Yes, I'm sure
I'll learn heaps.

Mmm, and quite
an achievement,

considering you've
only been here,
what, six months?

-Uh, four years.
-Four years.

Is it? Good heavens. Four...

Um, yes.

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

Yes, apologies
for the digs.

Just because we're
fighting the Soviets,

I don't see why we should
have to pay homage to
their interior design as well.

-Actually, I rather like it,

which is why
I volunteered to stay.

The flat where I live
is pretty ghastly.

The landlord lives upstairs
and he has this huge dog
and he practises flamenco...

Uh, the landlord,
not the dog.

And when I talk to him
he stares at my...

Well, my blouse,

and I have to share
the bathroom with
an Indian family

who are very sweet,
but goodness,
they do love a sing-song.

I'm going to give your knee
a jolly good squeeze now.

Right you are.

Goodness!

That was, um, thorough.

Sarah's jolly
clever, isn't she?

No, I... No, I'm sorry!
I have to call a halt!

Am I doing something wrong?

No, but, yes.

Is this part of the process?

Is this what I'm expected
to do? Am I a perk?

What? No!
This isn't about... No, no...

No, this is not
something like that.

I just thought
it would be pleasant.

No, no, it would,
but it's awkward.

Work.

This would cost you nothing.
But for me...

You can't court your boss and
expect people to respect you.

So, we have to choose.

Well, at least I do.
And I choose work.

-You're ambitious.
-That's not a crime.

No.

No, it certainly is not.

Let me make amends.
Now, you're having
trouble with your flat.

Well, there's a room
going in my house.

It's just me and
the mother ship there,

rattling around and
she's a sweet, gentle,
old soul.

That's very kind,
but doesn't it leave us
with the same problem?

A single chap
and a single girl
lodging together...

People will talk.

Oh, I'm sure they won't.

So...

This is what we know, Tom.

You've been spying
for the Soviet Union,

and through
violence and coercion
you managed to obtain

the contents of
the Letter of Last Resort
from Valerie Parkwood.

Now, that right there
is life in prison.

Well, people in prison
for treason, they exist
outside of the legal system.

It's endless.

It's maddening.

You'll wish
you'd never been born.

You'd be amazed
at the rumours that start up
about prisoners in solitary.

That they killed
their own children
and molested the bodies.

How fast can you run?

Tom,
is the Soviet Union planning
a pre-emptive nuclear strike?

Or is the Letter
of Last Resort part of
a bigger operation then?

Do you like it rough, dear?

Yes, Tom.

The rougher the better.

How will Moscow use
the contents of that letter?

Mmm, you look the sort.

I bet we'd have
an absolute scream.

I'm happily married,
thank you,

but it's nice to know
one can still turn heads.

Answer the question.

Do you know what the comrades
have promised me
for helping them?

A statue in Gorky Park,

a national holiday
in my name,

and a procession of pliant,
yet motherless girls

who bruise easily,
but don't fight back.

All that's null and void
if I cooperate with you.

Jim, can you
step in a moment?

Give me your belt.

What are you...
What are you doing?

That light fitting's
not strong enough,

but there's a decent drop
from the banisters,
so we'll use the stairwell.

What... What are you doing?

Well, the official version
will be that you came here
to plead with Alice

to drop the charges,
she refused and fled.

You couldn't deal
with the inevitable disgrace,

so you decided
to take your own life.

Jim, will you get his legs?

-Get his legs.
-No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Christ! Christ!
No, stop! Christ, stop!

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

Get in the chair.

Shall we start again?

Who have you told about
the Letter of Last Resort?

No one.

Before you were
approached the other day,

when was
the last time you had
any contact with Moscow?

-About a year ago.
-Why so long?

They were putting a lot of
their UK networks on ice.

They had an idea
they said, for something.

Uh, but they needed
to get certain things
in place first.

I don't know,
people, I think.

Who told you this?

It was a phone call.

Someone I hadn't
dealt with before.

He told me to imagine
a constellation of stars.

The axis had to shift
slightly and stars had to be
lined up in a certain way

before they could proceed.

What was his name?

They don't trade in real names
any more than you do.

He told me
he was called Odin.

The Letter
of Last Resort.

Is that the endgame?

I don't know.

Look, I mean, I really...
I really... I don't know.

They haven't told me.

The information you were given
was just a name
and a telephone number.

If you'd had no contact
with Moscow,

how did you know what to do?

The last task they gave me,
before it went quiet,

was to get the Letter of
Last Resort from Valerie.

I sought her out,
I screwed her,

they told me to stand down.

How did they recruit you?

They said Britain
didn't appreciate me.

Said warming a seat
at the MOD

was a criminal waste of
my skills and intellect.

So, this isn't
about an ideology,

this is about recognition.

I won't get so much as
a bloody MBE from you lot!

Christ, they give those
to lollypop ladies now.

So, if we made you
a better offer,

you'd consider
coming back on side?

-What?
-What?

-What?
-What?

Well, not threatening
to kill me would be a start.

Come and work for us
and you'd be surprised
how generous we can be.

Jim, will you
pop in for a moment?

In return all you have to do
is meet with the Soviets

and gather intelligence
on the wider operation
and on Odin.

Step outside.

Now!

He can't contact the Soviets.

He'll tell them
about the letter,
they'll attack straight away.

Arkady said the history
of counter intelligence

will be split into before
and after Operation Glass.

Well, that to me suggests
a sequence of events,

not just bombs
flattening London.

Then why did they want
the Letter of Last Resort?

Well, wouldn't we,
if they had an equivalent?

It's just a fail-safe
in case the wider operation
goes wrong.

They went to a hell of a lot
of trouble for a fail-safe.

Christ, I said
this would happen,

you are putting your personal
agenda ahead of the mission.

It has nothing to do with...

Look, if we arrest him,
if we silence him,

throw him in prison,
Moscow will know
that we're onto them.

They'll retreat
into the shadows,

the operation will still
go ahead as planned

but it'll be too late for us
to know anything about it.

Look, Tom will be wired,
we'll have shadows
on him, okay?

We won't let him
out of our sight.
Please, Sarah...

Let me do this.

He can lead us
to the heart of it,

then he can lead me to Odin.

And if you're wrong?
If he tries to escape?

Then I know
what I have to do.

The bridge is covered.

I just need
to test the levels.
Could you say something?

You have egg on your tie.

I'm in position. Over.

Right, it's time.

Whatever it said
in that letter,

you tell them
that the plan is that
the UK would retaliate.

Joe, make sure it's pointed
at Mr Mallory.

All right.

I think he's spotted someone.

Okay, curtain up.

All units stand by.

They know everything.

Shit!

Jim, watch the door.

You, check there's
no other way out.

Don't come inside.

Joe?

I've got a family.

You can't trust him.

Do what you have to do.

Please.

-I'm unarmed.
-Turn around.

Please,
you're better than this.

Apparently not.
Close your eyes.

I've met Odin!

I met him. Last year.

I can tell you everything
you need to know.

What's his real name?
Why is he here?

Come on,
let's not rush things.

Hmm? I tell you all that,
you won't need me any more.

No, let's think of this
as the beginning
of our relationship.

Hmm?

How can I trust you?

Double-crossing you
was a mistake,

I can see that now.

But we're starting again.

Hmm? Next time I'll lead you
right to the man himself.

And the Letter of Last Resort?

Oh, don't worry about that,

my lips are sealed,
scout's honour.

You've got a thing going
with Odin, haven't you?

I bet there's a woman
involved somewhere.

Don't worry, I won't pry.

But what do you say?

You scratch my back? Hmm?

It'll be our little secret.

That's the ticket.

You've got a thing going
with Odin, haven't you?

I bet there's a woman
involved somewhere.

Kate Wilkinson,
36, unmarried,
no living relatives.

Arkady's message
meant something to Kate.

It triggered a new stage
in the operation.

What makes
a girl like that
turn on her country?

She's so normal looking.

If we don't secure
her tonight, it's over.

She's doing a runner.

Turn her double agent, Joe.
Talk to her, charm her,

whatever it is you do to them.