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I have information about a major KGB operation.

It has been named Operation Glass.

My God.

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

I'm worried about Daddy.

The business with the Chinese dancer?

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

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

We let Arkady collect the next name.

How are you given the names? A dead-letter drop.

Arkady said the history of counterintelligence

will be split into before and after Operation Glass.

Well, that to me suggests a sequence of events,

not just bombs flattening London.

You are putting your personal agenda ahead of the mission.

That has nothing to do with it!

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

-I bet there's a woman involved somewhere.

Will I be safe?

Trust me.

Let me help.

Hmm.

Your home is very...

Ah, it's basic. I don't need much.

I was meaning to say boring.

It's like hotel.

Nothing is you.

Do you want me to go?

No. Stay.

Please.

Christopher, it's okay.

Joe.

My name's Joe.

My real name.

Joe, please tell me this is about today's crossword.

A new name makes sense.

Mallory called Operation Glass

"A constellation of the stars."

The two activated agents? That's not a constellation, that's a start.

Why would they still trust Arkady?

They bought the story of Mallory's suicide.

He had a history of violence, they must have known he was a risk.

Or they didn't buy it

and this is a trap.

Daddy?

We can't very well sit on our hands.

Brief the others.

Let Arkady collect the name and reactivate the agent.

The game is still on.

I understand that Arkady's instructions were different this time?

He was told she'd be at The Bird of Happiness at 1:00 p.m.

Hello?

My friend should be there sitting alone.

Yes...

Can you pass on a message?

It's very important she gets it immediately.

If she was rattled at being activated, she didn't show it.

She was running a cleaning route.

Doubling back on herself, checking for shadows.

Trained? Hmm.

She's good, too.

Her name is Katharine Wilkinson, Kate.

36, unmarried, no living relatives.

PA to the manager of a women's clothing importer.

No links to Moscow, at least not on paper.

Arkady's message meant something to Kate.

It triggered a new stage in the operation.

And the message itself?

"Detained by..."

What?

"Bears."

"Detained by bears."

We followed her to a hotel where she met an American man.

Her lover apparently.

Well, the man is none other than Hank Chambers.

Uh, Katharine, you know the...

US Defence Attache, only in the job three months.

He's across all US activity on UK soils,

military bases, joint nuclear defences,

interception of Soviet communications...

That's not the most worrying thing.

As I said, this doesn't read like a first liaison.

I mean, it appears they have been lovers for some time.

John's wife,

she mentioned some big do you're all off to tomorrow evening.

A reception for your work?

It's fine, truly.

You must have a string of girls you invite to things like this.

Younger, nicer manners.

Family names and all that.

You think that matters to me?

You guys are the ones who are obsessed with names.

You can't tell me there's no one else.

I can see what you're doing.

Now, we talked about this.

I got to get clearance, it's not easy.

I don't care about some tedious work thing.

I just want to spend Friday night with you.

I'll see you next week and it'll be just grand!

Damn it! Come.

It's Friday night.

And I should be spending Friday night with my girl.

So, the question is, what's so important about tomorrow night?

Tap her phone. Shadows round the clock.

Do what you can without alerting Chambers.

The last thing we need

is the cousins getting wind of this before we know her plan.

French, German,

Russian...

Oh, she's got one over you, my love.

She reads Italian, too.

Anch'io leggo italiano.

Are you getting competitive with a Soviet spy?

-You started it.

How do they do it, do you think?

Joe, this girl,

jumping in and out of beds like it's another day at the office.

Best get a wriggle on, love. We don't know when she'll be back.

I'm done.

What makes a girl like that turn on her country?

And she's so...

Normal looking.

Pretty, you mean. -No.

Well, yeah. Maybe.

A girl like that'd have life on a plate.

What makes her wake up one morning and think,

"Sod all this! Sod the Queen, sod Harrods, sod football,

"and these nice clothes I'm wearing,

"tear it all down, let the Reds have at it."

Well, perhaps she's never had anyone explain patriotism to her quite so persuasively.

Look out, you're up.

Detective Inspector James Fenchurch.

Thirty pence.

She bought a return ticket to Lakenheath via Cambridge.

2:30 train.

There's an RAF base in Lakenheath, right?

US Air Force.

Under their control.

Joe, you've got me and Sarah. Daddy's on his way down.

Her train leaves in three minutes.

Right. Lakenheath.

There's a reception at the base this evening.

A staff hand-over.

Dignitaries from over the pond, a few from our side, too.

It's likely she's looking to reel in...

-...a bigger fish than Chambers.

Joe, there's a reason for it.

Last week, Lakenheath took delivery of four new aircraft we're not meant to know about.

The Americans have nuclear weapons on our soil.

Joe?

Joe, did you hear me?

I heard you.

2:30 to Lakenheath...

Kate being activated, it can't be a coincidence.

No. I'm afraid not.

Joe, we gotta go.

Don't do anything rash now, okay?

Joe?

I'll get the American desk. Warn the cousins.

We're not meant to know about the new delivery.

Bobby, consider, they'll descend

the moment she gets off the train, guns blazing.

Is that not an appropriate response?

We're talking about nuclear weapons, you said it yourself,

she's a high level activation.

If they arrest her, this becomes an international news story.

What if she doesn't intend to act today?

It could be a scouting mission.

Get a discreet team out to Lakenheath.

We have to hope Joe has the measure of Kate by the time he gets there.

It'll be his call as to whether we intervene.

Enjoying it?

It's all right.

I thought I was the only one who hadn't read it.

What's your excuse?

Just unfashionable, I suppose.

I should doubt that.

Not a fan?

You could say that.

What exactly am I missing?

I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask.

You don't like it, either?

Excuse me.

She's doing a runner.

No, she's not. She's in there.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

-Sorry. -Watch it.

They're two men following me. Please stop them.

We've gotta get past...

Shit.

I was going to arrest you.

Arrest me?

I'm MI6, you bloody idiot!

What's the fuss about out there?

Are you...

Oh, shall I leave?

The season is closed because of blackouts.

We go back to Hong Kong.

You've been so kind to me.

So many gifts.

Far less than you deserve.

Are these...

Did you dance in these tonight?

I can get you new ones.

No, no.

Chen Mei, these are...

I am not good at asking for things.

I need your help.

My visa, I...

I want to stay.

-Chen Mei, I... -Mei.

You can call me Mei.

Mei, I...

I don't know who you think I am...

You're important.

You give money to the theatre.

I don't know what it is you think I can do for you.

Maybe you know people.

Important people.

You talk to them.

Don't make me go back.

Please.

Please.

Take that, would you?

Potential defection. Chinese girl.

Of course. Uh, who's it for?

For? No one.

You.

Liaise with the China desk.

You want me to run this?

You hardly need run anything.

It's an admin job.

I'm afraid you won't even leave the Fray.

Yes. No. Of course.

Why did you talk to me in Russian?

Who did you think I was?

Well, you assumed somebody wanted you dead.

I'm sorry, you've got somewhere else you'd rather be?

Yes, actually.

Instead, I'm stuck in Boy Scout's camp

with the president of a blasted book club.

No, I'm... I'm with you. Thank you.

She checks out.

She's south of the river.

6 are going to want blood for this.

She's free to go.

Everything needs to be cross referenced.

It's simpler than it looks. It's... It's the way you start to see patterns...

Brand new, top secret surveillance technology

that I really shouldn't be showing you...

He really should sell tickets.

-Yeah, we'd pay off the mortgage.

Right in the bottom of the box.

Bloody hell.

They've let one of the Parkers out of its cage.

Hope you've had your jabs, girls. This one looks positively feral.

Excuse me, ladies.

Hello, darling.

Makes you feel big, I presume.

Picking on someone who'd never dream of talking back.

Could never talk back without you having a word with your pals at the club,

putting a mark against his name.

Now, now, Sarah...

That man achieves more for this country in a morning

than you do in a year.

And those laughs he got? He earned them.

You got laughs because you could have those women fired.

-Sarah... -Best not make a scene, George.

They'll only say I hit a nerve.

Ah, Bobby.

Just the man.

That woman wants a bloody good seeing to.

Jumped up little harridan.

Mmm.

Right.

Could we have Wendy put this ballerina business on ice?

It's not a good time for stirring up the PRC.

-Ballerina? -Potential defection. Are you not across that?

Ah, yes.

Um...

Hong Kong ballet, isn't it?

Yeah, that's it.

I mean, it's all right and tight on paper,

but things are a bit delicate with Beijing,

what with Nixon's visit on the cards.

So, you'll tell her?

Yes, of course. Let me handle this.

Right.

I trust you're comfortable in the attic room. At home?

Very comfortable, thank you.

Only I'm not sure I can accept your hospitality for much longer.

Why ever not? You're very welcome.

Well, the thing is,

I suspect your mother might suspect you and I are...

You know.

She keeps asking about my parents and smiling at me.

Yes. Ah! Um...

Mother worries, you see.

She badly wants to see me settled and married.

The truth is I'm not sure I'm cut out for all that.

Uh, anyways, what goes on here, that's what's important.

Oh, gosh, yes!

I mean, babies, a wedding, maybe one day.

But this is where I want to be.

It's all I want.

So, you understand?

It takes the pressure off, you see, you being in the house with...

-With Mother. -I'm sorry, Bobby.

I'd really prefer not to give an impression that might be dishonest.

Well, no rush to decide.

Um, more pressing is this dancer of yours.

Uh, I assume it was Daddy who got the ball rolling?

And you're running all the standard checks?

You'll want a sense of her loyalties, who she talks to.

Uh, trail her.

Get ears into the dressing room.

Daddy said this was an admin job.

Ordinarily, yes.

But apparently this Chen Mei is something of a name.

That changes matters. Puts the spotlight on us.

Use Alan if you have to, but don't bother Daddy with this again.

Oh!

I didn't expect to see you till home time.

Is the proverbial not hitting the fan with 6?

It is.

I, um...

My period, just now.

Sorry.

No, no, no, no, my love, no.

Oh, this is not what you deserve...

No, I won't listen to this.

Um...

For all we know it's me.

Too much squatting.

Have a think about it.

Putting microphones behind skirting boards,

drilling through walls.

Perhaps my spermatozoa are all flat.

At school, were you away the day they did reproduction?

Oh, possibly. I was a sickly child.

We'll weather this.

We're pals.

Worst case scenario,

I get you all to myself.

That's not too shabby.

You devastate me.

Every day.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, no, Wendy, come in. I was just going.

Right.

Here we are. The mic's well-hidden.

And you're sure it'll last over night?

It's just... I'll have to leave it in the dressing room rather early

and the dancers won't arrive...

You're nervous.

Oh, God, is it that obvious?

Oh, no, no, no.

It's just, usually it's only Muggins here with sweaty palms.

Nice to find a kindred spirit.

A regrettable day.

I'm sure we can both come to a better understanding of what went wrong.

You will drop whatever absurd notions you have against my officer

and I won't take this any further.

With all due respect, her behaviour over the last 24 hours...

Her behaviour is none of your concern.

Whatever this Operation Glass is,

Kate has nothing to do with it.

She's one of my best.

Does the Foreign Secretary know

that you've been plying the trade with Chambers?

The Secretary knows that as far as our relationship with the US is concerned,

forewarned is forearmed.

That explains Lakenheath, too, does it?

Today's friends could be tomorrow's enemies.

You know that.

If my girl gets so much as another sideways glance from one of your Hoover salesmen,

I shan't report it to the Secretary.

I'll go straight to the PM.

I don't give a damn where she clocks in of a morning.

She accepted that activation without blinking an eye.

What do you mean? We're staying on her?

Daddy, C will have your head.

Not if I'm right, he won't.

If Glass has anything to do with the B41s at Lakenheath,

I have to side with Daddy. We can't take any chances.

And if she's being set up?

Then we'll send her flowers.

Until that's proven, we assume she's Red.

Stick to her like glue.

Bugger the risk.

Hello?

Ah!

Thank you!

They're beautiful.

I missed the first half, I'm afraid.

There was an almighty bloomer at work.

That or a breakthrough, I'm not quite sure which.

Are you okay? Oh, yes, yes, yes.

At least I got to see you take your bow.

I think that might be my favourite part.

Bobby.

He put you up to this?

I haven't taken it to him.

-I don't want to. -No?

What do you want, Wendy?

I'm not...

I want you to take care of it.

Don't you think I had her vetted from the start?

She's not Red.

She fled China in fear of her life.

Daddy...

One day, not too far off,

I shall get up out of this chair and go,

never to cross the threshold again.

And do you know what's awaiting me on the other side?

Tennis

and garden parties

and afternoons that stretch out for weeks.

I shall become the man my wife thinks she's married to.

I won't give her up.

I don't care what they're saying.

You can do with that what you will.

Hello?

This is from last night?

Daddy was right.

She's meeting her handler.

Her handler is Kasimir Surikov,

a Soviet trade delegate of three years standing.

Why wasn't he on our radar?

He was, of course, but he checked out.

No meaningful ties to the KGB. He was a drunk, incompetent.

Was? Hmm.

Seems we've missed a trick somewhere along the line.

Sarah, get what you can with Kasimir.

Joe, the girl... Get under her skin, turn her double agent.

-Daddy... -We can't accuse her again without definitive proof.

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

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

Whatever it is you do to them.

Should you have told me your name?

No.

Then why did you?

Because...

Because this, it has nothing to do with what I do.

Wait.

I tell people what they want to hear all the time,

all day.

I'm good at it.

But this...

That's not what this is.

Joe.

I know.

I trust you.

Boy Scouts. Book Club President.

I like your flat.

What, you...

Won't even have a drink first?

Give me a chance to apologise?

Really? That's your angle?

Hmm.

What on earth do you lot think you have on me that you'd risk this?

Do you know what's about to come down on your heads?

I don't think you've dialled enough numbers.

I'm John, by the way.

"John."

How refreshingly straightforward.

Hmm. I suppose so, Kate.

Katharine. With an "a". Like Hepburn.

You trust me with a bottle?

Brave.

I'll say this for blackouts, they make shadowing easier.

I wish you hadn't spoken to George.

I'm sorry if you feel...

I didn't mean to undermine you.

Undermine me? For goodness sake, Sarah, I couldn't care less.

I want you to think of yourself.

You're on the fast track.

Daddy won't be around forever, and men like George...

-Oh, darling... -No. The man's a plum, but he has influence.

You must be more careful.

You deserve their respect.

-You should have their respect.

He's on the move.

What made you start following me?

We saw you with Chambers.

You were watching Hank? Why?

I've been seeing Hank for two months,

you've been following me two days.

What changed?

On the train the other day,

what did I do that spooked you so badly?

You talked like you were flirting,

but your body language, your gaze...

I know what a man looks like when he's keen, John.

You thought I was KGB because I didn't leer at you?

Truthfully, it was mostly the book.

I've used the same trick myself.

Difference is, I always remember to crack the spine a little first.

Why did you meet with Kasimir Surikov today?

I met Kas in Moscow, years ago now.

The product's never been stellar, but he's easy to maintain.

-And you run him as an agent? -God, no, he has no idea.

I'm surprised 5 are interested. He's not KGB.

He can barely manage the job he has.

Or do you know something I don't?

We're interested in Kas because you met with him.

That's all.

And your interest in me is?

Boundless.

John.

Really?

I'm sure it would be good.

You're very pretty and we are both professionals, after all.

Then what happens?

I'm so dazzled by you I forget my training?

Tell you everything?

Chambers.

Were you sleeping with him because 6 told you to?

They never tell you to.

Not in so many words.

Were you told to screw me tonight?

Not in so many words.

Here's a suggestion.

Take the night off.

Just ask me what you want to ask me.

Are you a Soviet agent?

No.

Can you tell me why you think I am?

No.

Sarah.

Wait, there's something here.

So, I see this ending one of two ways.

We find proof, you become an international headline,

and spend the rest of your life in prison.

Or...

You turn double agent.

You give us Odin.

Who?

You give us everything.

You end this

and you end this a hero.

There's a third way.

You don't find proof.

Daddy loses this gamble and with it, his job,

but I put in a good word for you,

because you're such good company.

Hope you don't mind, I saw you pull up.

My car's packed it in and...

You couldn't give us a jump start, could you?

Uh, I do not have wires, sorry.

Oh, jump leads?

I've got them. I just need you and your car.

Sorry.

Mate, mate... Come and do us a favour.

It'll take a few seconds.

Thank you.

Sarah, come on!

Yes!

It's bank statements mostly.

An account in Georgia.

"All happy families are alike."

Oh, "But every..."

"...unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

Anna Karenina.

Might it point to a cipher?

-Something in the book? -Maybe.

I don't remember seeing a copy in the house.

-What is it? -Maybe Kate has a copy.

This could be for her flat.

Hello?

It's for you. Someone called Sarah.

You lot do realise you're a covert service?

-This had better be good. Check the bookshelves.

You're looking for a copy of Anna Karenina.

In the original Russian. Tell him.

Got it.

What the hell are you doing?

Check between the pages or maybe behind it on the shelf.

There's nothing here.

John, hang up the telephone right now.

I'm hanging up now.

Joe, wait! Get me the publication...

If you...

It's Kate. Put me through to Jerry.

Her intel is meticulous.

Every heartbeat at Lakenheath is accounted for,

every detail of the new delivery laid out.

The new delivery?

The cousins have nuclear warheads at Lakenheath.

Kate Wilkinson was close to collecting

all the intel needed to sabotage one of them.

Jesus, meaning what?

Set one off?

Had we not pursued her, had she been able to complete her operation,

well, the resulting disaster.

We're talking a death toll in the thousands.

Half the east coast written off for years

and it would have looked like nothing more than an accident.

American negligence.

Bloody hell.

Not a Soviet shot fired and we'd have been on our knees.

What would they have done?

Not invaded?

It's possible that that's what the "constellation" referred to, yes.

Chambers could not have had access to that much intel.

Plus, she'd been on him for two months, not two years.

So, if it wasn't from Chambers,

where did Kate get it all from?

Church gossip. Where do you think?

She's likely had half of Lakenheath in her bed.

We'll get to the bottom of that and the full extent of Glass.

Remarkable work, all of you.

Now, must dash.

I'm running late for what could be

the most satisfying meeting of my life.

Wendy, with me.

South of the river?

South of the river.

Quite a week for a bunch of Hoover salesmen.

Quite.

I wanted to reassure you about the matter we discussed the other day.

Oh, Daddy? Quick update on the defection situation.

Go on, then. Don't mind Wendy.

Well, I think you're right...

We can push on without rocking the boat before Nixon's visit.

-Good, good. -And it should be even more

straightforward with the husband.

The husband?

Yeah, well... He wasn't born in China. See, unlike the girl.

So, um, anyway, it's... It's all in there.

Oh, capital. Thank you, George.

Okay.

Hmm.

-Where's that going now? -This?

Under lock and key till MOD get someone over to consult.

She's being moved to the facility in Reading.

You know what that means, don't you?

And they won't stop until she starts talking about Glass,

whether she's KGB or not.

"Or not"? You think... What?

I think if there's any chance this is really a set-up, it could be me in that cell.

It could be Sarah.

Will you take another look?

All right.

Tell me about the message in the restaurant.

"Detained by bears."

Um...

When Kas and I started drinking together,

our favourite vodka had these big angry bears on the label.

We started using it as shorthand for a hangover.

"Detained by bears."

The message, it wasn't some sinister KGB code,

it just meant that he couldn't make lunch, he was passed out somewhere.

That intel in my flat...

I've never seen it before in my life.

Kas must have found out I was 6.

He helped set me up.

You trust me, John. I know you do.

Joe.

Not John.

Whatever this is, Kas is not the mastermind.

He's your weak link.

It's why I'm here. Kas has gone missing.

Something spooked him.

He switched cars with a neighbour, lost his shadows.

He's the only one who can prove

-I wasn't working with him and you... -Wait!

You bloody well lost him!

They're taking you to Reading.

All I can do is find Kas.

Help me.

Okay, okay. He... There are a couple of pubs,

he has friends, not many, but they might help him, let him hide out.

There's a... There's a bath house in the East End.

He knows the owners, he practically lives there and he's...

Right.

Give me every name you have.

Let's go.

It's the third wedding this year, and it's not even March.

Do you know what it's like at these things?

"Your Bobby will be next," they say.

But they don't mean it. They know!

Truly, Mother, you mustn't concern yourself so much with how I'm perceived.

For a man in your position, you are tediously dense, Bobby.

Perception is everything. Everything!

As long as you have a wife on your arm in public,

behind closed doors, you can do

whatever ungodly things you like to whomever you like.

Mother!

Come in.

With all the excitement, we haven't had a chance

to touch base about your operation.

I knew it was too good to be true, getting my own assignment.

You chose somebody who wouldn't question you.

No, that is why Daddy chose you.

I chose you because you have proven yourself dependable

and we could afford to lose you from Glass.

Daddy left himself vulnerable, rendering the Service vulnerable

and by extension the country.

Someone had to step in.

You can bring any surveillance you collected to my office tomorrow.

Oh, I destroyed it.

I knew how badly it could have damaged him.

That is, if it had fallen into the wrong hands.

I see.

-Yes, quite right. -Perhaps, I should have kept it.

He's having her deported as "unfriendly," did you hear?

She won't be able to travel again.

She'll be sacked from the dance company.

He should have known better.

He sealed that girl's fate the minute he gave people cause to talk.

Because perception is everything.

Right?

I... I... I think I'd like to stay on here.

-At... At the house, if it helps. -Pardon?

Bobby, the way your mother talks to you...

Oh, there's been a misunderstanding, I think...

Bobby, I'd like to stay.

As long as it's kept quiet at work, I'd like to stay.

Goodnight.

Good night, my dear.

Kasimir knows the owners. They might be letting him lay low for a while.

-Come on. -Joe.

Joe?

Joe! Joe, it's me.

Jim, hold that.

Kasimir. Kasimir. Kasimir!

Now, if you want to live, you'll talk fast.

Were you Kate's handler?

Is she KGB?

Who are you protecting by not talking? Mother Russia?

'Cause Mother Russia just stabbed you and left you for dead.

Now, you helped set her up, but you're not KGB, are you?

No, you're too weak.

Odin knew he couldn't trust you.

He said...

I... I could go home if I did what he said.

He lied.

She was your friend and you helped them set her up.

MI6...

Bitch wasn't my friend.

She... She... She lied to me for 10 years.

-Ready to go, love? -Hmm.

What is it?

Something new?

Hmm. Sarah?

Joe, what happened?

Kasimir's dead. Where's Daddy?

Sarah!

Buggeration!

We need to consider how much faith we put in the word of a dying man.

A dying Soviet spy.

Daddy, Kate's innocent. The KGB set her up.

They've obviously been on to us ever since Mallory went off the rails.

Say that's true. Say they knew Arkady was compromised

and they wanted to send us on a wild goose chase.

Why sacrifice such hugely valuable intel to do it?

I agree.

They had the resources to sabotage Lakenheath, to devastate us.

No. They didn't.

Uh, sorry to barge in, I didn't mean to intrude.

It's fine. What is it?

Well, the first thing that seemed a bit off were the map notations.

Only tiny errors.

Not uncommon in Soviet maps charting British soil.

But this isn't of Russian origin, this is supposedly Kate's.

-But that's hardly enough to... Yeah, I agree.

But it was odd, so I took a closer peek at the schematics.

60% of what's here is highly accurate intelligence,

Lakenheath facilities, staff movements, the B41s themselves.

The other 40 odd percent is fabricated.

Highly sophisticated fabrication, sure,

but, nonetheless, it's codswallop.

So, they sacrificed incomplete intel

to convince us the name was real.

To distract us.

Sarah's right, they're gonna come after Lakenheath.

Not today perhaps, but soon.

So why give it up?

Unless, what they're really planning is far more dangerous

than anything we've imagined so far.

Moscow don't yet know we've uncovered their deception.

As far as they're concerned, Arkady Malinov is still in play.

But clearly, we can't trust him.

But we can use him.

We found out Operation Glass was a fake.

The meet is set for 12:30 in Bonneville Square.

Arkady is to go alone.

Do we think it's a trap?

Worst case scenario, they're sending someone to get rid of him,

quite possibly Odin, in which case we may have a chance

to get our hands on Odin himself.

This takes full priority! Is that understood?

Hi, Joe. It's nice to see you again.