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(CUCKOO CALLS)

(SEAGULLS CRY)

I'll give you information about
my missions, about my tradecraft,

but nothing about the people I work with.

I won't endanger anyone.

Then why are you defecting?

For that?

(SHE SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

So what did she tell you...

...this traitor?

Details, that's all.

She was just a chef
working for the embassy.

And I recruited her.

I approached her.

Say goodbye.

You and the traitor...

will be debriefed separately.

(WHISPERS) It's a trap.

Run.

- (SIGHS)
- (SHUTTER CLICKS)

(WHISPERS) I need to go.

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Report from Katia M,
secretary to Oleg Dornin -

Soviet Trade Envoy.

Questioned in character for 11 hours
but did not retrieve any notable intel.

Instead have obtained pictures
of appointments diary

covering January and February 1972.

Also enclosed are copies
of family photographs.

Registry currently
cross-referencing in case

any subjects are persons of interest.

Report ends.

And let me tell you,

I worshipped that man.
But confidence is on the floor.

And in our game,
insecurity can cost lives.

Now, my chief concern,
my only concern,

is what's best for the department,
the country,

the memory of that once great man.

Now...

Call for you, Mr Waterhouse.

Wait!

Now, some have suggested
that I take the reins.

I... All I can say is,
the thought's never occurred to me.

It's not my mother, is it?

(TYPEWRITER KEYSTROKES)

TV: The strategic arms limitation talks
continue in Helsinki.

However, proceedings were delayed
today when the US delegation refused

to attend the morning session
after hearing reports that the USSR

had in fact stepped up production
of antiballistic missiles

instead of freezing it.

Domestic news. As the miners' strike
enters its fifth week,

power cuts and other restrictions are
being introduced across the country.

Here's a report from our correspondent,

Martin Bell.

MARTIN BELL: The first effect of

the emergency will be seen
in the darkening of city centres.

In fact, it's already started...

Sarah, do you need this one?

...Signs at Piccadilly
were not illuminated tonight...

All yours.

With me.

...From then it becomes an offence
to use electricity

for advertising or floodlighting.

The penalty for such an offence -

a � 100 fine,
or three months in jail, or both.

NEWSREADER: The emergency
regulations will also relieve

the electricity authorities of
their responsibility to maintain

uninterrupted supplies.

So they'll be able to economise
where they have to

and to keep the power flowing
where it's needed.

What was she talking to you about?

- What?
- Her. Sarah.

Daddy's girl. What was she saying?

Nothing.

She was watching the news.

I went in to watch it with her.

Thick as thieves, you two.

So, Arkady Malinov.

Since '62 he's been a lecturer
at Reading University, for his sins.

Pure as the driven,

so we thought, until today,
when he drinks a bath full of vodka

and punches a policeman.

But once in custody, he lets it be known
that he is in fact

Colonel Arkady blah-blah
of the Committee for State Security

and wishes to parley.

So, we've released him, told him
to roll up at the Olympic Hotel

in Earls Court later today.
There, he shall have

the dubious pleasure
of being debriefed by you.

- Why me?
- 0h, don't look at me.

No, it was Daddy's idea.

After that fiasco in Poland,
I was lobbying for you to get your P45.

That is what they call it, isn't it?

We had to give up three of our most
prized catches to get you back.

I mean,
what were you even doing there?

I was following up
on a possible defection.

Well, we are a merciful bunch apparently,

hence this chance to redeem yourself.

Look, chances are he just wants to defect,

so convince him to stay on
the Kremlin's payroll and work for us.

Take Alan with you. He'll be your ears.

Chin up! It'll make a nice change
from bedding secretaries

and forgotten wives, no?

So, Joe...

How do you like to spend your free time?

Are you a member of a team or club?

Maybe you enjoy more solitary pursuits,

like model-making or canoeing?

As you know,
small talk isn't my strong suit,

so actually Sarah thought that
a list of prepared topics might help.

Erm... "Mutual friends."

Bit sticky.

"Politics." Bit of a minefield.

"Sport." Gosh, no.

"Leisure activities" is all I have.

It's fine.

Let's talk about work.

Thank you.

Right! That's one in the lamp, one
in the showerhead in the bathroom.

I need to check the levels.

When I tap on the wall, you say something.

Like what?

- 0h, anything. A nursery rhyme.
- I don't know any.

Everyone knows a nursery rhyme.
Fr�re Jacques?

Pease Pudding Hot?

Yesterday Upon The Stair.

I know that one.

Capital.

Yesterday upon the stair

I met a man who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today

I wish that man would go away.

More? Is that not enough?

(KNOCK)

We should have worked out a code.
Does one knock mean yes?

(TWO KNOCKS)

(SNORES)

(KNOCKING)

He's here.

Just you?

Yes, but who listens?

- How long have we got?
- An hour.

You understand
we cannot discuss payment

until your debrief has been completed -

this takes about six months -
and your product assessed.

Colonel?

Yeah.

Though, of course, our rates of pay
increase if you stay in situ

and help us gather intel
on a more regular basis.

Yes, this is what I want.

I am going to work for Ml5.

Well, that's very nice of you.

So, you know the drill.

We'll start with your name and rank,
then move on to

- your war record.
- There is no time.

I have information about
a major KGB operation

about to take place
on United Kingdom soil.

It has been named Operation Glass.

What are the objectives of this operation?

I don't know.

Well, how many people does it involve?

I don't know.

Why is it called Operation Glass?

I do not know.

So, exactly which bit of this plan
that you know nothing about

has offended you so much
that you want to betray your country?

(ARKADY SIGHS)

Years from now, the story of British
and Soviet espionage will be divided

into before and after this moment.

Before and after Operation Glass.

They are going to tear everything down.

At this point, I paused the interview.

I needed to speak to Bobby.

I asked Alan

to baby-sit Arkady and went
downstairs to phone the Fray.

For product of this quality,
Arkady wanted �10,000

and a new identity.

BOBBY: I said, not a penny more

than 5,000,
and a new identity would only be provided

if the veracity of this operation
were proven.

J0E: He grumbled a bit, but seemed
generally satisfied and told me

everything he knows about Operation
Glass.

I have a name.

As time goes on, I will have more.

Each a retired or inactive agent.

A British citizen.

Each name come with an instruction,

just for them.

I will approach them
and give them their task.

How are you given the names?

A dead letter drop.

The men's toilets in Boston Manor Park.

I know to pick it up because they put
advert in Classified Ads in The Times.

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

Who's the first agent?

David Hexton.

He used to work in, er,
Ministry of Agriculture.

You still haven't told me
why you're turning.

Why am I turning?

I want to be a capitalist.

I want to read The Times

and see the Oxford and Cambridge
boat race.

I want my children to go to Eton.

You should know more...

about this plan.

What aren't you telling me?

Understand this.

Operation Glass is a jigsaw.

No-one sees all the pieces.

But all the world
will see the finished picture.

"A jigsaw"? I mean, "planned in the
shadows." What is he talking about?

I hate it
when they try to be enigmatic.

In terms of why,
this new desire for a Western life -

something about it
doesn't sit quite right.

But as for why now,

it's as I said -

years of being ignored, denied significant
operational responsibility,

he's lost loyalty to the cause.

Yes, but this Operation Glass,
if it succeeds, if it's real,

- won't that reflect well on him?
- I see what Joe's getting at.

Arkady is only a postman, and he knows it.

He's finally been invited to the top table

- and he's just dishing out the soup.
- (SCOFFS)

If he wrecks the whole thing,
he's in control.

He's important,
perhaps for the first time in his career.

It all sounds damn fishy to me. I mean,

he's broken enough legs
to make Colonel in the KGB,

but he's going to turn his back
on the whole lot because

he fancies a trip to Harrods. I...

Daddy, some sense, I implore you.

- What is David Hexton doing now?
- J0E: Er...

We've had shadows on him
since I spoke to Arkady.

We're logging his movements,
anyone he speaks to,

but we won't engage
until you give us the go-ahead.

I shall need to speak to
the Home Secretary first,

convince him to loosen the purse strings.

Daddy, am I to take it
you believe in this quote-unquote "plan"?

DADDY: We are ancient nations,
we both want this war to end.

Eventually, one of us would find
a way to break the stalemate.

But the warrior who lifts his arm
for the killer blow...

...leaves his heart exposed.

(POWER CLICKS OFF)

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

BOBBY: Bloody miners!

Yes, ignoring it may well be a risk,
but so is ploughing money

and manpower into what might
turn out to be a wild goose chase.

5 have had some notable fumbles of late.

One more and you'll be out on
your ear, and I'll be shuffled off to,

Christ, I don't know,
Agriculture or something.

No, to release funds of those kinds,

I am going to need more than the ramblings

of some KGB also-ran.

You're right, Home Secretary, of course.

We've allowed our imaginations
to get the better of us.

No, I'm sure the chances of this plan

being as catastrophic
as Comrade Arkady implies,

such as giving Kalashnikovs
to the trades union, say,

are slim, to say the least.
Minister, I shall say adieu.

I go out through here, yes?

Er, no, no, let's... let's...

not be hasty. We mustn't let, erm...

(CLEARS THROAT)
...prudence compromise security.

Perhaps there's a, er, a middle ground
we could explore?

What if I were to assemble
a small committee of, er, trusted officers

to go through the list ourselves,
off the books, so to speak?

So, should it turn out to be
a Moscow trick...

Then we have kept wastage to a minimum.

And we could put it
through our books as, er, "training".

That's a little dishonest,
don't you think?

Said the politician to the spy.

Hm...

W0MAN: Working?

On a Sunday?!

(SIGHS)

No. Er...

Yes, erm, a bit of a breakthrough at work.

Netted a big fish.

It's all very hush-hush,
but all hands to the pump.

Do they appreciate you, my darling?

Shall I talk to them again?

No! God, no.

Ha-ha...

No, they're cock-a-hoop with me.
Really. Full of praise.

No, this, erm...

Daddy's formed a special committee.

Asked for me personally.

Oh!

This could be the beginning.

I think so, too.

My Hercules.

You'll bring glory to our name once more.

Hm... Won't you?

Mother, really!

You are too much!

Now, I will not stand for this.

You'll do as you're bloody well told,
darling.

Moscow will give the names
of the agents to Arkady

one by one via a dead letter drop.

The first is David Hexton.

By now, Arkady will have activated him
and passed on instructions.

Now, does any of this tally
with any whispers we've heard?

- Well, funny you should ask.
- Right, OK, before Sarah...

Three months ago I was approached by
an old agent of mine. Colin Blakefield.

He had reason to believe that
Moscow was preparing a major operation.

I passed this information to Bobby,

but he didn't think it was
important enough to follow up.

I dismissed it
because Colin's product is so...

notoriously unreliable.

If he told me the sky was blue,
I'd go outside and check.

Well, it turns out the sky is blue.

Joe...

...you debriefed Arkady,

you're inclined to believe him?

The only time that I thought
Arkady was actually lying to me

was when I asked him why he was turning.

He moved the ashtray
and placed it between us.

Liars often place objects
between themselves

and the person they're talking to.

I want to read The Times and see
the Oxford and Cambridge boat race.

But you believe the operation is real?

And regardless of his motivations,

you believe Arkady
is genuinely switching sides?

Yes.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to, er...
I'm... I'm right in saying that

you don't know actually
what Operation Glass is...

do you?

Can I just ask who this chap is?

Sorry, it's just we haven't been
introduced. Unless I missed it?

Did you all introduce yourselves
while I was padlocking my bike?

This is Detective Constable
Jim Fenchurch from Special Branch.

Jim will be joining us
as our police liaison.

Jim, this is Bobby Waterhouse,

Head of Counter-Espionage
here at the Fray.

Sarah Montag, his deputy,
but also what we like to call a reflector.

She has a genius
for deducing motives and intentions.

You said "the Fray".

- Well, what's the Fray?
- Where we find ourselves now.

The central offices of Ml5.

Alan, her husband -

one of our nosy parkers,
in charge of bugs and wire-taps.

And Joe Lambe -

a man of, er, obscure
and formidable talents.

And of course, Wendy,
on loan from the nannies.

So, Jim, you were saying?

Yeah, you don't actually know
what it is you're investigating.

This isn't a conventional war, Jim.

The objectives, even our own,
are unclear and ever-changing.

Do the Soviets want to oppress us?
Without question. But how?

Will they invade us?

Will they raze us to the ground
with a nuclear strike?

Or will they infiltrate
and destabilise us from the inside?

We don't know.

It is a war of variables and unknowns,

and all we can do is watch,
surmise and react.

Bobby, talk to everyone
in your legendary address book.

Alan, I want you to go through
every inch of recorded conversation

flagging the word "glass".

Joe, take Jim, contact David,
find out what his instructions are

and attempt to get him into bed with us.

Wendy...

Uh-uh.

That must be wonderful,

being able to read people's body language,

like having X-ray vision.

It's terrible.

Joe. A quick word.

Erm, I'm... (SIGHS)

...worried about Daddy.

We all know his tenure has been,
shall we say, lacklustre?

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

which will be heartbreaking, blah-blah,
but may be a blessing.

Put the old dog out of his misery.

I mean, the business
with the Chinese dancer...

People gossip.
It's ghastly, but that's people for you.

Now what to do?

(SIGHS)

Perhaps you could keep an eye on him.

Talk to him, see what's going on
in that once great noggin.

And report back to you.

Someone has to mind the shop.
The old man is losing his grip.

I'm not the right man for this.

- But Daddy trusts you.
- Which is why I'm not the...

- Forget it.
- This is no time for sentiment, Joe.

We must look to the future.

It's just a game, Bobby.

And this is why.

I didn't ask for this assignment.
I want to make that clear.

I don't agree with you.

You don't agree with us(!)

Why is he called "Daddy"?

It's childish. What's his real name?

No-one knows.

What do you mean you don't agree with
us?

I'm not impressed by this world.

- You're arrogant.
- Ooh...

Well, not you. You.

- Yeah.
- You think you're above the law.

I think this is a conversation
for another time.

- I'm not impressed.
- Yeah, yeah.

You might have mentioned that.

Right, I need you to get us in there.

I don't have any jurisdiction.
After that, just stand there.

Be stoic.

What you've been doing.

Be unimpressed.

And my name's Henderson.

I thought it was Lambe.

It is. It just isn't here.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Who am I?

You're you.

(DOOR OPENS)

David Hexton?

I'm Detective Constable James Fenchurch.
This is...

Mr Henderson.

We'd like to talk to you.

Oh, thank God.

Thank God.

I want to make it absolutely...

I've had no contact, no dealings with...

with Russia for years.
I thought it was over.

I thought they'd forgotten me.
I want to make that absolutely clear.

Until yesterday,

- when one of their agents approached you.
- Yes,

yes, that's... That's right.

What did he give you?

It's encrypted in the same code
I used when I was...

...when I worked for them.
- What does it say?

An address, a flat in Marylebone.

Underneath it is the name of
a letting agent.

The instruction is to go to them
and to lease that flat.

And?

- That's it.
- That's it?

Lease a flat?

Yeah.

So, you've done that already?

Yesterday. Straight away.

What are you supposed to do
with these now?

The man who approached you yesterday,
are you meant to give them to him?

No, he, er, said he was just a messenger.

Someone's coming to pick them up today.

I thought you were them.

Right, when they come,
this is what you say.

You tell them that the estate agent
still hasn't given you the keys,

you're picking them up this evening.
We need to get into that flat first.

Tell them to meet you there tonight
at 9pm, no earlier,

to hand over the keys. Have you got that?

But you'll be there instead.

No, we'll be there as well.
You'll give them the keys.

You'll act as if nothing's wrong.

- I thought you'd come to help me.
- By the way, Operation Glass,

does that mean anything to you?

Ye... No.

Perhaps someone mentioned it when
you were working with the Soviets?

Never. Look, about tonight, I really...

JIM: Why did you do it?

Betray your country?

I'm curious.

Look, I only worked for
the Ministry of Agriculture.

I couldn't give them anything...
I don't know, crucial.

It's my wife.

She's East German.

The Soviets allowed her to emigrate
in exchange for information.

I did it for her.

I did it to be with her.

9pm. Don't forget.

(DO0R OPENS)

(DO0R CLOSES)

So that's it?

That's it.

He's a criminal.

Well, once this is over,
feel free to arrest him.

So you're exploiting him,
then abandoning him.

Oh, that's even worse.

Let's take the stairs.

(FOOTSTEPS AND VOICES)

- Who is it?
- Them.

(WHISPERS) The KGB?!

(KNOCKING)

Sh! They're here.

You are joking?!

Welcome to Ml5.

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING)

(DOOR OPENS)

- MAN: Hello, David. You are alone?
- DAVID: Yes.

- It is done?
- Yes, yes.

But the, er... the, er... the thing is,

the letting agent hasn't given me
the keys yet.

I'm, er, picking them up this evening.

So I thought I could meet you there
and hand them over.

About nine o'clock?

MAN: You're not lying to me, are you?

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) 0f course not.

Is there anything else?

It's just... my wife's due back
from work any minute.

MAN: No, no, no, no.

See you later.

(DO0R CLOSES)

(DOOR OPENS)

DAVID: That's it.

Er, I'm sorry, I can't do this.

I can't... can't go through with it.

I'd fall apart, I know it. I'd, um,

say the wrong thing.

No! No!

Get off me!

Couldn't someone pose as
the letting agent, say, or even?

Shut up.

You passed information
to a hostile government.

Harmless infor... Crop yields,
the efficiency of certain fertilisers.

A regime that might be about to put
our entire country under siege,

you told them how much food we have.

You told them how to make
chemical weaponry.

You're going to do this. You are going
to serve the country you betrayed

or I'll make sure your wife gets deported
and you spend the rest of your life

in prison. Is that clear?

What?

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

David, this is an opportunity.

Not just to repay your debt,
but to be a hero.

To be a soldier.

To fight for something greater than us.

I'll see you tonight.

(DOOR OPENS)

COMEDIAN: Listen,
a Scouser goes to a prostitute.

And she says to him,
"Do you fancy a blow job?"

He says, "I don't know.
Will it affect me dole money?"

(LAUGHTER)

So, Paddy, right,
Paddy gets arrested for rape.

And they put him in a line-up
with ten other blokes

and they escort this woman in

and Paddy yells out, "That's her!
I'd recognise her anywhere!"

(LAUGHTER)

Listen, two monkeys in a bath...

So, what have you got?

So I ask around the immigrant clubs.

I hate those places, full of foreigners.

I speak to Sergei. He's the caretaker.

"Sergei, what do you know about
a Moscow hood,

"ruthless bastard,

"peels apples?"

And he goes pale

and he says, "You mean Odin?"

- 0din?
- Hm.

Anyway,

then he get all scared
and he says, "Shut up.

"What do I know about Russian hoods?
Leave me alone."

This is all I get.

But listen to Kitty.

I got a bad feeling about this.

When Sergei talk about this Odin...

...he scared.

I'm saying, "Be careful."

You're too beautiful to die.

- Goodbye, Kitty.
- Goodbye.

Why are you putting
the microphone there?

Oh, er, because it's where we'd stand.
It's the door... window.

Why this flat?

I don't understand.

What's so special about this flat?

Erm, do we have a coffin...

...to put David in...

when he's shot

by the KGB?

To put his dead body in?

It's humour.
To lighten... lighten the mood.

(DOOR BUZZER)

OK. You'll be fine. Stay calm.

Remember, we're just down the corridor.

(DOOR OPENS)

The man that came
to your flat this morning,

one of them peeled an apple
with a knife. Do you remember?

Yeah.

If he's one of the men you let in,

I want you to say...

"I almost bought some vodka,
but I thought it was a bit of a cliche."

Say it over there by the microphone.

- What?!
- I almost bought some vodka,

but I thought it was a bit of a cliche.

I... almost bought some vodka,
but I thought it was a bit of a cliche.

(DOOR BUZZER)

if...

If it's the man who peeled the apple.

(DOOR OPENS)

- (FOOTSTEPS)
- DAVID: It's quite a walk.

Three floors up.

Multiple movements in the corridor.

(DOOR OPENS)

The door's opening.

(FOOTSTEPS)

David has moved to the centre of the room.

(DOOR CLICKS)

Two men have entered behind him.
One heavy-set,

the other lithe.

There's no sound of the impact
of their shoes on the floor...

(FLOOR CREAKS)

...just the creak of the boards.

- So they're wearing rubber soles.
- (FLOOR CREAKS)

The heavy one
is still in front of the door.

MAN: This is excellent, David.
You've done very well.

- (CRACKLING)
- I can't hear what they're saying.

DAVID: Do...

Do you want something to drink?

I, almost, erm...

almost bought some vodka,
but I thought it was a bit of a cliche.

- (MAN LAUGHS)
- (FOOTSTEPS)

The other one's
crossing quickly to the window.

- (RATTLING)
- He's closing the blinds.

Why's he closing the blinds?

(RATTLING)

- What's going on?
- (CRACKLING)

- (INDISTINCT V0ICES)
- What's he saying?

DAVID: Jesus Ch...

Shit!

(UNDER BREATH) Stay here.

Right.

(WIND GUSTS)

- Do you think he's all right?
- I doubt it.

You just hit him with a plank.

Come on. It's not him.

It's not who?

(WHISPERS) Joe? Hey.

You go that way.

Hey, how come you get the gun?

Joe.

Joe?

(HEAVY BREATHING)

ODIN: Hello, Joe.

Drop the gun or I'll shoot.

If you do,
the muscles in my arm will spasm,

I'll pull the trigger
and your friend will die very messily.

Let us try to avoid that.

- Joe, don't shoot. Joe...
- Sh.

If you wanted to shoot him,
you would have done it by now.

You never had any problem
shooting an unarmed woman.

She was a traitor.

Which reminds me.

What do they know about you?

They know everything.

Liar.

Joe, when you imagine this moment,
as I'm sure you have,

what happens?

I kill you.

Then...

what are you waiting for?

If he dies, you can say
he was caught in the crossfire.

No-one will know.

Come on, Joe.

Joe, please...

Please.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Goodbye, Joe.

This must be hard.

But don't worry.

Soon everything will become clear.

Oh, shit.

No!

Yulia!

Yulia!

Yulia! No!

(INCIDENTAL MUSIC
DOMINATES AUDIO)

Bad show.

(DOOR OPENS)

(PUFFING)

SARAH: The geese fly south in winter.

Ah, yes.

But the gander is, erm...

The... The gander tends to...

(SARAH LAUGHS)
What? "The gander"?

And their eggs
are most plentiful when the...

SARAH: Please stop.

This is painful.

I heard what happened.

Oh, my love.

I'm fine.

Joe and that Jim chap engaged.

I'm ashamed to say, I hid.

I'd have been furious if you hadn't.

I want to have the conversation.

- 0h, Sarah.
- Not that one.

The Marconi one.

Someone died tonight.

Yards away from you.

All I'm saying is,
with your skills you could walk...

BOTH: Straight into somewhere
like Marconi.

Is this really about my safety?

You're destined for great things.

And a husband who tinkers with wires
and microphones is hardly...

Is that why you think
I want you to get a different job?

To make you more suitable for me?

People talk, Sarah.

Because they don't understand us.

Not in this world.

(SHE SIGHS)

Come on.

SARAH: Best-case scenario...

Moscow don't know Arkady has turned.

They think David approached us directly.

And that's why they killed him.

From Joe's report, he clearly didn't want
to be part of any operation...

...ours or theirs,
so it's not hard to imagine.

I want Arkady taken
into protective custody.

He can be debriefed later.
Just get him out of harm's way.

Wait.

Let's think about this.

Moscow will know Arkady won't
have used his real name with David,

any more than we would.

You think Moscow want to keep
Arkady as a go-between?

If this operation is as top secret
as we've been told,

they won't want to risk
bringing more people in.

We just won't know for sure

until they contact Arkady
with the next name.

Or his body is washed up on a beach.

(KNOCKING)

There is another possible explanation

as to why they killed David.

We have a mole.

Not just in Ml5, but in this group.

In this room.

Joe, Daddy, Bobby,

Alan, Wendy, Jim or myself.

One of us told Moscow about this.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DADDY SIGHS)

The signal has been given.

Another name has been left for Arkady
in the dead letter drop.

If Moscow know he's working for us,
it'll be a trap.

They'll be waiting for him.

I say get Arkady into a safe house,
wait for Moscow's next move.

Except Moscow's next move could be
the Red Army marching down The Mall.

Daddy, we need a decision.

We continue.

We assume Moscow don't know
about Arkady.

We assume there is no mole.

We let Arkady collect the next name.

We endanger the few...

...to protect the many.

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKS)

Come.

The agent that was killed in Poland,

I'd allowed our relationship to become...

...unprofessional.

She was killed by the same man
that David Hexton met at the flat.

David was...

scared...

unreliable...

...and vulnerable.

In my eagerness to expose this man...

...I convinced him to participate
in the operation that killed him.

If I reassign you, will you
abandon your search for this man?

- No.
- Then our objectives are the same.

Find him...

...and you find the truth
of Operation Glass.

You know what I was doing in Poland.

Yes, you were attempting to infiltrate

the Soviet security service.

Your cover was that
of a disaffected Ml5 officer.

Once you had gained their trust,
the plan was to relay intel back to us

and feed them prepared... misinformation.

But that's not true.

Really?!

Hm?

That's what it says in your file.

I should know.

I wrote it.

Why? Hm?

Why save me?

Oh...

It's not quite as altruistic
as it might seem.

This second chance I've given you
will pass unremarked -

we are Englishmen after all -

but I know...

...it will not be forgotten.

Could I rely on you
never to betray a country?

Perhaps not.

Could I rely on you never to betray me?

Yes.

I believe I could.

I'm sorry, Joe.

I have to trust someone,

and I've decided...

...it's you.

So, now that we are both
suitably embarrassed...

...I shall bid you good night.

I understand now...

...after I saw what they did to David.

I still don't think there's anything...

impressive or...

romantic about this.

But I now see you're necessary.

If the mission is all that this is about.

Who was the girl?

I forget.

This is an opportunity
for you to be a soldier.

To be a hero.

To fight for something greater than us.

Would I be safe?

Trust me.

Kitty?

Kitty?

Kitty?

(CLANKING)

Kitty?

(CLANKING)

(GROANING)

Kitty? Oh, my God.

Sh! Sh! Sh! Don't speak.

Don't speak.

- I'll get help.
- (GURGLES)

Why... you do this to me, beautiful?

What?

They said...

...you ordered it.

What are you saying?

You lied to me, Joe.

You're...

a traitor.

(SHE GASPS)

I'm so sorry.

J0E: We joined the game
for different reasons.

And whether you stay loyal
or you betray everything,

- only you know why.
- You are putting

your personal agenda
ahead of the mission.

That has nothing to do with it!

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

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

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

DADDY: I know...

exactly...

where your loyalties lie.

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