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I need you to find a way to
move to the Cabinet Office.

Why?

It's the heart of government.

Don't you want to be at
the centre of it all?

Priscilla Garrick.

I think she was having
an affair with Jarvis.

When I asked her she denied it,
but she did a little thing

that made me think she was lying.

She cleared her throat.

She does that when she's nervous.

But why would she be nervous?

Can I tell you a secret?

Russians have placed a
fellow in our department.

He doesn't want to say anything anyway,

and he's not on to me.

I'll take it from here.

Please.

It's nothing for you to worry about, comrade.

The politician you were dancing with...

- We're barely acquainted.
- Change that.

The Americans want us to
let 100,000 Jews into what

they allege is their homeland.

The Arabs, understandably,
would prefer we did no such thing.

I want to know more about her.

Compromise? Coercion?

Her brother's probably a homosexual.

I met someone today.

His name is Nicholas Sullivan.

He's MI5 and I want to
tell him what's going on.

We know the Russians
accessed information shared at

two private Cabinet Office meetings.

Someone who was at both of those
meetings is working for Stalin.

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A colleague was asking me about Jarvis.

Asking what? I

About my relationship with him.

You think he knows something?

Probably just office gossip.

But I'm looking into him.

Hello.

You were talking in your sleep.

Was I? What was I saying?

You were just mumbling.

Are you all right?

You were having a nightmare, I think.

I don't remember.

May I...

...distract you from your troubles?

I'm sorry. I have an early meeting.

I can't sit in the fucking back.

I need to be able to talk to
someone, connect with someone.

We both work for the same guy.

It would be nice to have a friend
who knows, you know, everything.

Generally speaking,,
my friends are more chatty,

but I'll take what I can get.

Good morning. I

Will you be joining me in the back,

or shall we all try to
squeeze in up front?

So, you wrote a long speech.

It should be enough to
keep her busy for a while.

Does it sound like a speech
a minister would say? Mm-hm.

Well, will she notice
if he never gives it?

She's just a secretary.

Mm, except likely not.

We know she has access.

Is she passing documents
on to a larger network?

I'll need to take a look in her flat.

Keep her there until eight.

I need you to work late tonight.

Tonight?

We're all working late.
There's a lot to do.

Then why are you standing around
and not helping to nationalise coal?

She needs me to work late
and I have an appointment.

Well, use Jane. I

I find Mrs Savitt
particularly efficient.

And there's so much to do,

we have to nationalise coal and steel.

Oh, all right.

Working late? Extra points for you.

Miss Garrick invited me to a
dinner party at her home next week.

She has these, you know, salons.

Were you invited?

I wasn't.

Well, you're new.

Goodnight.

Ah! I brought you a cup of tea.
I'm sorry to keep you so late.

This is taking longer
than I thought it would

and I actually need to go home now.

I'm sorry, but the minister
does need this for tomorrow.

It's inconvenient for me too.

There we are.

OK. Take your coat off.

And I'll get you something to eat.

Jacob! Get back!

Jackob, nazadt!

Thank you so much.

Where are you off to in such a rush?

My son's coming home tonight.

Tonight?

He's been...

You know.

He was evacueed.

How long was he away for?

Four years.

In America.

So, yeah, I gotta get back home.

I want to cook him supper.

I'm sorry. Go. Go.

Thank you.

What happened to you?

Burglar!

But the door's not broken or anything!

Jackob!

My mum says it's OK if I
don't really remember you.

Have you eaten?

What happened to your face?

The mother was supposed
to be out playing whist.

The mother came home early.

The mother did that to him!

Russian women are famously strong.
This one now has a broken nose.

I took some money.
She thinks I was a burglar.

You broke her nose? She's fine.
And what about her son? Is he hurt?

Everybody made it out alive.

Good. Because Miss
Savitt's not a Communist.

She's a Jew.

I'd say that makes her more likely.
Lots of Jews are Communists.

Some are Communists. Some are not.

And I have to assume the ones
who carry prayer books are not.

"Religion is the opium of
the people," said Marx.

Uh, if I may interrupt the
expert for a minute, I'm the one

who's been to Miss Savitt's
house and there I confirmed - A,

she's Russian, B, she stashes away
more money than a secretary should

have and C) - and this is definitive
- she has two pills hidden.

Cyanide pills, suicide pills.

What agents take when their cover
is blown. I must get you one.

We need to figure out if the
secretary is working with Miss Garrick.

I think she is.

Jarvis came to me a terrified man.

We were supposed to meet
again. He was killed.

Why was he killed?
He must've confided in someone.

But, like I said,
he was a terrified man, meaning...

Meaning? Meaning? He would only
confide in someone he loved,

Miss Garrick, and she had him killed!

Look, I think it's very unlikely.

That's because you've been at
this job five fucking minutes!

Sentiment's clouding your judgement.

You need proof.

Exactly.

The big five get here next week.

Maybe you should be taking this
secretary for a ride and using some...

"special methods of questioning.

I would be so grateful...

...if the two of you would stop
telling me how to do my job.

Who are the big five?

You don't need to know yet.

Do they approve of torture?
The Russian army raped women, you said.

You said they were barbarians
and now Jimmy's talking about

"special methods of questioning"?

He misspoke. Don't worry about Jimmy.

I don't want to do this any more.

Excuse me?

Honestly...

...I don't think Miss Savitt's the mole.

I don't think Miss Garrick's a
killer, and I don't think I can

possibly be of any use to you -

any good for you and your mission
- when I don't believe in it.

This is... absolutely my fault, but...

...I only got into
this because of Peter,

and to be honest with you it
hasn't felt right since then.

No offence... to you.

A needlepoint on the wall
of my grandparents' house.

"Know thyself.".

Exactly.

And you have a whole agency behind you.

You must have people with
more experience than me.

I understand.

Shall we shake hands or something?

Thank you.

Jackson.

Bye.

See ya.

Go and get my insurance policy.

You're in an awfully good mood!

My good mood? It's awful!

What's wrong? Did I hurt you?

No, um...

Just... just go slowly, OK?

OK.

No, stop, stop, stop.

I'm sorry. It's OK. I'm sorry.

It's OK.

It's OK.

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

I don't know what's wrong.

It's OK.

Who's that?

It's me, Dad.

Is it tea-time?

I have to make it first, don't I?

Can I have a biscuit?

There aren't any biscuits.
You can have a butcher's rusk.

My... bum hurts!

Come on. All uncooked joints
off the table, soldier.

Sullivan.

You're working late.
Hm, I'm going away for a few days.

I feel guilty about it.

Well, I just wanted to ask you
about Fiona Symonds, the new girl.

A couple of things.

For a start, I'm pretty sure
she lied about why

she wanted to work in the
Cabinet Office.

She's not who she seems.

Hey...

OK... Who's he?

Have you heard from your husband?

Just to say he made
it and it's beautiful.

Oh, also, I swapped with Jane.

I'm taking notes for
the Palestine Committee.

They still haven't got a clue about me.

That's all?!

I know, we were burgled.

Need to find a better hiding place.

I will.

I can off-load a triple share this week.

I found another shopkeeper.

Anything to do with women's
clothing he'll buy. Instant cash.

Good. Because they are fleecing us

on submachine guns and explosives.

Maybe he's her handler.

Follow him.

Find out who he is.

And give the girl the photographs.

Be sweet.

She trusts you.

Talk to your people in New York.

We need more stockings in
London. Yeah, you got it.

You reckon at some point
the post office will realise

it's no longer Passover?

No.

I tell you, these Jews are terrorists!

They're freedom fighters!

I thought we agreed to
approach this calmly!

That was before Jewish
terrorists disguised themselves

as British soldiers,
bombed British intelligence offices

and killed seven policemen!

They're fighting a British
police state! Curfews, cordons...

Booby traps, ambushes...
..raids, arbitrary arrests!

..snipers, IEDs, shootings.

The real truth is you British
are deliberately causing

conflict between the Jews and
the Arabs to prolong your rule

in the Middle East.

Might I remind you chaps that in
1941, Britain was fighting alone?

Is Britain willing to concede
she's finally too weak to make

the Middle East her military monopoly?

Exactly, John. Will she share control?

Or is she conspiring to get
all that oil for herself?

Says the oil man.

Oh, very funny!

How can we put the
humanity back into labour?

Why should drudgery and
exploitation be inevitable?

I want to encourage all of you to...

Welcome, friend.

I encourage all of you to
look at Marx's early writings.

His starting place was very relatable.

He's asking basic questions
about how to make the world

a better place.
Then he offers some solutions.

John. What brings you here, friend?

Looking for some answers,
I guess. Right.

The world's a bastard, isn't it?

You know that, don't you?

If you want to fix it,
you came to the right place.

Have a cup of tea, comrade.

Have a sandwich.

Zoe, get John something
to eat and drink.

Relax.

You're with friends.

Excuse me.

Good weekend?

Well, I worked through most of it.

Although I did take the time
to listen to a lovely symphony

on BBC. Mm. I'm more of a jazz girl.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

The National Trust is a
repellent institution.

Pris, the minister wants to go
over the Bank of England speech.

He's concerned the phrase "state
control" sounds too Soviet.

Well, then I'll take it out.

He's the one who said he wanted
to lay out to the public exactly

what we were trying to do.

You doing this to everyone? Yes, sir.

We've been instructed to issue
bag checks, pocket checks.

Please form a queue.

We're trying to get through
this as quickly as we can.

Oh.

Oh, is this because of the
Russian they caught in Canada?

Excuse me. Presumably.

What's the hold up?

They're checking bags.

So sorry for this, everybody.

Just a precaution.

Thank you. Next, please.

Oh, it's silly.

What?

I've forgotten my umbrella
and it's supposed to rain.

Oh, fuck.

Could you put me through
to Nicholas Sullivan?

MI5

What do you want?

It's not me.

I don't want anything.

Freddie.

Oh, Freddie, Freddie, Freddie.

You fucking idiot, Freddie.

I'm sorry.

Freddie!

You were right. It's Miss Garrick.

She panicked at a bag check.
She pretended to go back

to get an umbrella.
She returned with no umbrella.

And it wasn't even raining outside.

Now, I want the fucking negatives.

Miss Garrick wasn't at the meetings.

Someone gave her those documents.

Presumably, the secretary.

Jackson found out nothing following
her handler, so you're all I have.

Just help me find a link, Then go.

If you want.

With the negatives.

I love my brother.

Yes. He's your twin.

I have to go to work.

Yes, you do.

The Jews went to the West
and came back something else.

We're not quarrelling with
anybody who comes from the West.

But our old Jewish cousin has
come back with imperialistic ideas

and is trying to enforce them,
first by British pressure...

...then by American pressure.

And now by terrorism.

Nearly 30 years ago,
the British Government have promised to

facilitate the establishment of
Jewish national home in Palestine.

The Nazi plan

to exterminate the Jewish
population of Europe have given new

urgency to this promise.

He pretends he has a particular
civilising mission for our

"degenerate race".

Well, that has been the pretension
of every power that wanted to

colonise, that aimed at domination.

My father,

my mother...

...my wife and my three
children were gassed in Belsen.

You think we could ever
again think of Europe as home?

Jews are from Palestine.

And we will return.

With or without your permission.

The excuse has always been
that the people are backward.

That one has a human
mission to elevate them.

But we stand here and say no.

It is hypocrisy to try to
alleviate the suffering of one people

at the expense of another.

Well, chaps, I think we'll
have this solved before lunch.

Oh, it's funny? It's fucking funny?

I don't know who you
think you are, Miss,

but I know what you're going to do next.

Get your things, and get out.

And I don't just mean out of the
room, I mean out of the building.

Now, hang on a second.

I think perhaps just apologise.

Yeah, just let her apologise.

It's been a long day.
We've heard horrible stories.

It's tough for a woman to take, right?

I will not bloody apologise.

You're in charge of this whole...

You men.

You're just waiting for
lunchtime, aren't you?

Then you're waiting for dinner
time, so you can go home.

And there are people,
skeletons, with no fucking homes.

And they've seen things,
they've lived things and...

Oh, what's the fucking point?

What's the fucking point of any of you?!

Go on, keep running the country.

Keep running the world. Keep laughing.

Don't stop fucking laughing!

Listen... No, you listen.

You don't know what the world is.

Every time you get up,
get dressed and tie your tie in front of

the mirror, just remember, the world
you move around in is imaginary.

You don't know anything at all.

Now what are we going to do for money?

I don't want to work for the bloody
government anyway. I could get work.

It would've been no better
in England, you know -

if the Nazis had landed.

We'd have had to take the
fucking cyanide pills, Mum.

You don't know that.

There were three Jews in
Guernsey, weren't there?

Three Jews in Guernsey.

And the Nazis got there, and

the good English
people of Guernsey said,

"Our three Jews live on this
street. Go and get them."

So, they're dead in
Auschwitz, aren't they?

Those fucking islanders
couldn't protect three women.

They fucking hate Jews here,
same as everyone else.

What did you do?

I don't want to die.

No-one is going to die.

She made me feel like a total idiot.

I mean, we were just
letting off steam, but...

I heard she got herself fired.

What does that mean?

Uh, if she'd apologised,
they'd have let her stay.

Oh. Lucky her, in a way.

Some people are just trapped.

I'm glad she's not one of them.

Are you...

..one of them?

Hugh...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

There is... something else we could try.

I mean, I mean, only if you want to.

It's... it's quite embarrassing.

Anything I can do for you?
I haven't quite finished

nationalising coal,
but hopefully by this afternoon.

Come into my office for a second.

You work so hard.

I could've used you during the war.

Where were you?

I was at Cambridge.
I think I've already mentioned.

I heard you trained with the SOE.
Who did you hear that from?

Mr Sullivan mentioned it.

Oh, I just...

They told us not to say
anything after the war, so...

We're not meant to
broadcast it, you know? Hm.

But MI5 know everything.

I hope.

It's just awfully
impressive, that's all.

I wanted to serve my country.

But in such an interesting way.

You must be very ambitious.

Well, why else would you have lied

about David Hennessey
making passes at you?

David likes boys.

I am ambitious.

I wanted to be in the
Cabinet Office. I'm very sorry.

All is forgiven.

OK.

Listen, I wonder if
you'd come to dinner?

I put together these
little evenings at my house,

and I'd love to include you.

We talk a little politics.

Not so neutral.

Get to know each other properly.

Well, I'd love to.

I feel her eyes on me.

Maybe she is just... ambitious.

Quite a few girls work for the SOE.
It doesn't mean anything.

Doesn't have to mean anything.

I'm probably just being paranoid.

Job makes you paranoid. I hate it.

God, I hate it.

Sick of it.

Though I joked with Sullivan,
"She's not one of yours, is she?"

He said she wasn't.

He wouldn't tell me if she was.

It's fine.

She'll come to dinner,
and if she's MI5, she won't be very

experienced
- she'll start snooping around.

And she'll slip up. And if she
slips up, I can tell him, can't I?

There's nothing wrong with that.

It's just... self-preservation.

It's preserving the cause.

Because you know the
minute I mention it to him,

he'll have no reservations
about getting rid of her.

Just like that.

And a whole...

...person...

...a whole characterful life and soul"

"will be utterly extinguished.

ls it time?

I'm making it, aren't I?

Can I have a biscuit?

My bum hurts.

Um, is your mum here?

What about your grandma?

She's sleeping.

Can you give your mum this? Yeah?

Yeah.

Um, there's some money for her too.

Severance pay. OK?

♪ There is mean things
happening in this land

♪ Oh, the rich man boasts and brags

♪ While the poor man goes in rags

♪ There is mean things
happening in this land

♪ There is mean things
happening in this land

♪ There is mean things
happening in this land

♪ Too much cotton in our sacks

♪ So we have none on our backs

♪ There is mean things
happening in this land. ♪

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