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He came from an act of love between
us. It's neither stupid nor selfish.

What kind of a world
is he gonna know?

- You can't hesitate for a second.
- This is insane.

Fiona saw that list.
She knew he'd be there.

I've screwed up.

Where is she? Where is she?!

Fiona's ex-husband is still alive and was
a double agent all along, for the Syrians.

Adam!

Keep Wes safe.
Promise me you will.

Don't.

The countrywide crisis in
the NHS has been highlighted

by a leaked report of planned
emergency measures being put into action,

The report details £100,000,000
of debt owed by London hospitals,

A leading consultant claimed

at least three hospital trusts in the
capital are on the verge of bankruptcy,

Labour backbench
MP Malcolm Stackley

confronted Claire Stacey,
Junior Minister of Health,

in a heated session of the House of
Commons Select Committee on health,

There is no plan
to sell off hospitals,

Isn't that what the new
private/public initiative is all about,

flogging off bankrupt hospitals to private
firms who want to make a quick buck?

This is about free treatment
when people visit their local hospital,

It won't be "their hospital",

So, who are these firms buying
into hospitals? Are they foreign firms?'

It is an open, regulated market,

You mean hospital beds being
flogged off from barrow stalls?

♪ Arise, ye workers
from your slumbers

- ♪ Arise, ye criminals of want...
- For God's sake.

♪ For reason in
revolt now thunders...

♪ Oh, comrades, come rally

♪ And the last fight let us face

♪ The Internationale

♪ Unites the human race ♪

Oh, Hugo!

30 years, Hugo.

Now, what was I saying in 1975?

No gentlemen of the press?

- We don't count any more, Hugo.
- Don't bet on it.

- But there's other scum here.
- Oh, Hugo, no!

Oh, please, please, spare me.

Tell Harry Pearce
I haven't changed!

I haven't changed!

Keep on going over it. Seeing myself
standing there outside, doing nothing.

You can't blame yourself.
Fiona knew what she was doing.

Knew it was going
to get her killed?

- Jo, you can't think like that.
- I know.

Imagine what
Adam's going through.

I thought this
job would be cool.

Imagine that. Cool.

Look, you know, sometimes
it helps to stick together.

My flat. Why don't you
take that room after all?

- I don't know if I even want this job.
- Well, OK.

Look, Personnel have got the keys,
if you want to look the place over.

Thanks, Zaf.

You cannot stop the operation.

We've been told to end the
surveillance and to close the op down.

- No room for manoeuvre?
- None.

The deal was gonna happen in the autumn
but the Government brought it forward.

- To when?
- The end of next week.

- Can they do that?
- The Government can do what it likes.

This deal could wreck the economy.
It'll be a disaster for the NHS.

I agree.

- I'm afraid I do, too.
- Then you must go on.

Then MI5, in effect, would be conducting
a conspiracy against the Government.

Cometh the hour,
cometh the conspirators.

Now, let us
understand our position.

If we are to fail,
then a lot of...

unpleasantness
will come our way.

Then we mustn't fail.

Mr. Stackley. I'm a great
admirer. I hope we can help you.

Yes, or the whole thing
goes down the pan.

- What thing?
- The whole health service.

Flogging NHS hospitals to a foreign
billionaire? Selling off the family silver!

Shall we?

Adam, how was the obbo?

Just two old commies.
What's this about

selling hospitals?
What foreign billionaire?

- What's Harry cutting me out of?
- I can't say.

Adam, I'm sorry.

Look, should you be here?

Busy, busy, you know.
Keep the gremlins away.

Ruth! Jo! Zaf!

There was a message for you,
in the cover stories voicebox,

from Fiona's father.

He asks if Fiona's still coming
to see them this weekend.

You haven't told them yet.

Or Wes.

Adam, you've got to.

- And arrange a memorial service.
- I don't want that.

No, I understand, but
all of us here want to...

What? Have a good
cry over me and Wes?

Sorry.

Ruth! Come now!

I'll handle it.

It's Adam Carter, Miss Evershed just
sent a file to you. Operation Songbird.

She meant for me to see it. Could
you send it to my station, please?

Eyes only.

I haven't changed anything.

Thank you.

- Is he alive?
- No, Hugo.

He died in 1985.

I should have been told.

We thought you
had enough to bear.

Vodka.

To comrade Boris Kandinsky!

Comrade Boris Kandinsky!

Go and say goodbye to Daddy.

- Bye-bye, Daddy.
- Bye-bye. I'll see you on Saturday.

- Will we go on Frensham Ponds?
- Yes.

- Will Mum row the boat with me?
- Wes, I told you. Mummy's away.

In Egypt. So she won't be
back to go on the ponds?

No.

- Come on, you. Up to bed.
- Wes, Wes.

I love you.

- Bye-bye, Daddy.
- Bye-bye.

Come on.

So, Fiona won't be
here at the weekend?

No.

We have had Wes
for a week already.

I really appreciate
it, honestly.

You and Fiona all right?

Clive, please, just take
him for a couple more days.

- Please, do it for me.
- OK. Give her a big hug.

So, how...?

How do you...?

Are you trying to
ask me how I feel?

Er... numb.

You know we're upset
beyond anything we can say.

Yeah, yeah. Well...

Why have you got me doing chores,
taking snaps of some burnt-out old traitor?

Hugo Ross was one
of the biggest spies for

the Soviet Union ever
jailed in this country.

When I was a young officer, I saw him in
jail once a month. Never gave me anything.

I came to admire him. A very
dangerous man, of course.

- Did you let him spot you?
- Yeah, he shouted at me.

"Tell Harry Pearce
I've not changed."

Hugo Ross, keeper
of the communist faith.

You've got me doing slops.
Just let me get back into...

- It's slops, or go to Tring.
- I don't need the psych tank.

- That was the order...
- What's the thinking here? I'm bonkers?

- Calm down. I blocked it.
- I need some real work to fill the day.

Not this Mickey Mouse stuff.

Adam, stick with Hugo
Ross for the moment, please.

- Did you get the bug in his house?
- Yeah, Malcolm's taking care of it.

What is it with you and
this old red, anyway?

OK, OK.

Oleg Korsakov's life

is one of the most extraordinary
stories to come out of the new Russia,

Mr. Korsakov never
gives press interviews,

He never knew his
father and mother,

He was brought up in a state
orphanage in the Russian city of Gorki,

But the American
magazine Wealth Watch

placed him as the third
richest man in the world,

After the collapse of Soviet Russia,
he emerged as a brilliant entrepreneur,

He was accused by some of
using brutal and illegal means,

But for a while he was feted
as a hero of the new Russia,

In 2001, the Kremlin launched an
investigation into his business empire,

He was charged with fraud
and massive tax evasion,

Then last year the
charges were dropped,

Mr. Korsakov came
to live in Britain,

Russia analyst Roger
Vintner is with me,

Roger, one foreign investor
owning so much in Britain,

Good or bad for the country?

Anything interesting?

Just an old movie.

Right.

Dog house. Two hours.

Adam, you look terrible.
Ask Harry for a few days off.

Go home.

Operation Songbird.
Oleg Korsakov.

God, Adam, how do you know?

You know me. Things pass in
through my skin. You want to tell me.

We were given a tip-off.

Oleg Korsakov may be running
a mole at GCHQ Cheltenham.

- Who's the tip from?
- Malcolm Stackley.

- How does he know?
- He's obsessed with Korsakov.

- He had a suspicion.
- Which turned out to be true.

Who's the mole?

Her name is Sally Curtis. She's
an analyst on a commercial desk.

What's she like?

Single. Likes clubbing.
30s. Bit old for it.

Gets wasted on the weekends, but sees
Mum on Tuesdays. So, good girl, bad girl.

What's she selling?

Information on British and American firms
in the Health Sector. Financial analysis.

- How's she dropping the material?
- From her computer.

Through GCHQ
firewalls? Is that possible?

Korsakov can afford
the best IT in the world.

How did he turn our Sally?

Love.

Oh, that.

- So, what, Korsakov seduced her?
- No. No, he sent a pro. A real stud.

Picked her up in a club. They meet
in a London Hotel that Korsakov owns.

She's blown. Why
haven't you lifted her yet?

Oleg Korsakov is about to make
a huge investment in the NHS.

Not in his name, but
through companies he owns.

- The public don't know?
- Ministers assume people won't care.

- Flog it off to a crook?
- Adam.

- You suddenly don't recognise the country.
- Calm down.

- Can Korsakov do anything he wants?
- The Government see him as a saviour.

But Korsakov may do in
Britain what he did in Russia.

Asset strip, sell off.

Goodbye, NHS.

If he's the golden goose,

what does the Government think
about us trying to bring him down?

They've told us to stop.

- A direct order?
- From the Cabinet, yes.

- And Harry and Juliet...
- Have said carry on.

It's desperate. The Government will
sign a deal with Korsakov next week.

So, MI5 are deliberately trying
to wreck a Government policy?

Isn't that illegal or something?

So illegal, it's very
nearly treason.

- Why hasn't Harry told me this?
- Adam!

Oh, no!

- He shouldn't be here, should he?
- Let him in.

Friendly visit.

Doughnuts, anyone?

I know you're
running this in the field.

I'm just here out
of interest, that's all.

That's Korsakov. The
top floor's reserved for him.

He's turned the entire top
floor into a hi-tech paradise.

It's a very advanced Faraday cage. Can
stop any hostile signal getting in or out.

- You've found a way of getting through it?
- Theoretically.

- There's the boyfriend.
- He's gonna meet Oleg Korsakov.

He's switching the cage on.

- So he must know. Pick up Sally Curtis.
- It's not in our brief.

- I can't get through.
- Just pick her up!

Adam, step out. You're not
meant to be anywhere near this op.

Adam, I think Zaf's right.
You shouldn't be here.

Adam!

Adam.

- I'm sorry I spoke to you like that.
- No, no, you were right.

You should know, I'm
gonna resign from the service.

Why?

Because my wife died?

If I can still do this
job, so can you.

- How can you bear it?
- You just try to lead a normal life.

- Is this normal?
- Look, all I know is...

..if I left, I'd be nothing.

You're still an MI5 officer
on duty. Get back in there.

Oleg Korsakov left the
hotel an hour and a half ago.

- What about the boyfriend?
- He's still inside, Wait,

We've got an arrival
on Sally Curtis.

Harry, are you sure you
don't want us to lift her?

No. Repeat, no.
Continue to observe.

Will do, Delta Six out,

- Maybe Adam should be at Tring.
- He doesn't want to go.

We're running out of
time to crack Korsakov.

You need Adam.
You need his instinct.

Really? In his present condition,
can you really trust his instinct?

I know he's not his usual... charming
self. He needs to work to save himself.

Save himself? What, at the expense of
national security? I can't take the risk.

If this op fails, we
could all go to jail.

I'll always trust Adam.

He's a friend.

In this job, Ruth, none
of us have friends.

Colleagues who we'd
die for, but no friends.

It's Sally and her boyfriend.

Here they go.

No.

Oh, no!

Stay on it.

- What's he doing?
- Ask me another.

- Who the hell do you think you are?
- My name is John and I'm MI5.

Sally, you've been hit. That man
injected you with something. Listen!

- You're crazy!
- Listen!

You've been passing GCHQ product
on to Oleg Korsakov. Yes, Sally?

- You're MI5. Oh, God.
- It's all right, it's all right.

I'm sorry!

We can help you. Just tell
us what you know. All right?

Sorry, who did you say you were?

- My name's John and I'm MI5.
- Five what?

- Adam, what the hell are you doing?
- Ambulance, now!

Sally!

- This is a 910 call...
- Just say something, Sally!

Sorry, who did you say you were?

The drug they injected her
with was an oxy-diethylamide.

It was developed during the cold
war. We made it at Porton Down.

It was assumed the Soviets did,
too, in the KGB's Minsk laboratories.

- A prototype for a battlefield weapon.
- And it...

Destroys the frontal lobe
memory centres of the cerebrum.

- They wiped her memory.
- Yes.

- A drug that wipes your mind?
- Is there any hope that...?

There is an antidote, but it's a
prototype and it's too late for Sally.

Adam was right, Harry.
We should have lifted her.

In the matter of Adam Carter, how did
he find out about Songbird and Korsakov?

One of you told him. I don't want to
know who, but it was misplaced loyalty.

This is a very dangerous
operation for the

country, and particularly
for this service.

I want no more indiscipline.

Office.

We all sympathise with you, but you joined
an operation without orders to do so.

Yes, I did.

- You are on compulsory leave in Tring.
- No!

Then the DG will dismiss you.

What does Hugo Ross have
to do with Oleg Korsakov?

Adam, give yourself
time. I beg you, as a friend.

You told me in this job
we can't have friends.

Juliet.

The Government granted
Korsakov British citizenship.

His application has
been fast-tracked.

The usual back channel from
the Home Secretary's Office.

- No time.
- Absolutely.

Are we anywhere
nearer hard evidence?

Running a mole at GCHQ and all
but murdering her is evidence enough.

We need a smoking gun, Harry.

Why is the Government so far up
the behind of this Russian billionaire?

- Have you picked anything up?
- Yes.

Well?

It's not new information, it's more
of a rethink after a heavy discussion.

With whom?

I was told, at a high
level, that the public

has no idea how bad
the NHS situation is.

Hospitals are gonna
have to close their doors.

The great unspeakable
truth at the heart of

British politics is the
NHS is collapsing.

- Why are you telling us?
- I now have to tell you that...

I agree with Downing Street.

I can't be party to
what you are doing.

We. What WE are doing. You told us about
Korsakov. You asked us to start Songbird.

But I was wrong. Korsakov has assured
the Prime Minister of his moral standing.

Now, he's the only hope for
the NHS. That's clear to me.

Is it?

What have they offered
you, you shabby little man?

Don't take that tone with me.

I'm an elected representative.
You two are just servants.

Stop the operation, as you were
told to do, and leave Korsakov alone.

And don't be reckless.

Breathtaking.

- What are you gonna do?
- Be reckless.

We've got 48 hours at the most, before the
JIC start checking up on what we're doing.

You're gonna have to
entrap Korsakov. Fast.

I've been thinking of a way.

- What can you possibly want from him?
- This is a courtesy call.

Courtesy?

From British
counterintelligence?

Harry, what am I doing here?

- I want your fresh eyes and ears.
- Why?

You're going to work with him.

- Harry Pearce.
- Hugo.

Ha! The sight of enemies embracing each
other embarrasses your young companion.

- Oh, forgive me, this is Zafar Younis.
- Mr. Younis.

You must understand

that during the cold war we could salute
each other across the ideological divide.

- And sometimes kill each other.
- Well, it was a war.

I enjoyed your visits.
Why did you stop coming?

- You ceased to be of importance.
- Oh!

- Vodka?
- I think so.

Fascinated by the size of the
dinosaur let out of his cage, Zafar?

- I read up about you.
- Did you indeed?

A house on Hampstead Heath this
size? Got to be worth, what, two million?

The housing market is
disgusting, deeply immoral.

I don't know. Houses have to
be bought and sold somehow.

Oh, no, they don't.
Shelter is a human right.

Housing should be held in
common and given when needed.

You mean concrete
council tower blocks for all?

Great!

Well, this is very entertaining,

but did you really come
to talk housing policy?

- Boris Kandinsky.
- Yes.

- Boris Kandinsky...
- Was Mr. Ross's control.

My KGB contact at
the Russian Embassy.

You sold him information that
cost the lives of British agents.

And saved many others.

You were a fast-tracked civil
servant in the Ministry of Defence,

and you gave Kandinsky the names of
agents in the Soviet missile programme.

The KGB executed them.

What I did helped to keep the nuclear
stalemate between West and East.

The KGB executed
the men you betrayed.

Terrible times... require
terrible things to be done.

Forgive me, Mr. Ross.

To my generation, communism is
all propaganda and gobbledegook.

- 1985 when he died, wasn't it?
- Yes.

- Did you know he had a son?
- No, Boris never married.

He felt that as a KGB officer
in the field he was vulnerable.

He married.

His wife was kept away from Moscow.
They never appeared in public together.

She died about a
year after he did.

- And the son?
- Had a cover story as an orphan.

He's hugely successful.
Oleg Korsakov.

The entrepreneur?

The man who stole half the
Soviet shipbuilding industry?

That rabid young dog of
a capitalist is Boris's son?

He's acquired many
businesses in this country.

Amongst them, a chain of hotels.

He has his London headquarters
in one, The Excelsior.

You should give him a call.

Why do you think that I would
do anything that MI5 suggested?

Well, aren't you fascinated?
I mean, once a spy...

Morning, sir.

- Welcome. I'm Diana Jewell.
- Yeah, head shrink. I know.

If we could just do the formalities,
we can show you to your room.

- Formalities?
- Any reading material? Laptop?

- Yeah.
- You'll have to surrender them.

We don't want you
to have distractions.

- You're fond of Jane Austen?
- Yeah, she noticed things.

And do you have a mobile phone?

Good. Jonathan will
show you to your room.

- Can I call you Adam?
- Familiarity, first step?

Tell me, what's the most
attractive thing about being a spy?

You won't get anywhere with me. I helped
devise the MI6 interrogator's course.

Good. We fit.

Fit?

You're the mind breaker,
I'm the mind healer.

The most attractive thing
about spying is telling lies.

- Did you just tell one?
- No.

And how deep does your lying go?

- How do you mean?
- Do you lie to yourself?

Of course. Every time you go in the field
you have to leave your real self in a box.

- But do you lie to yourself?
- About what?

Your love for your dead wife.

I don't lie about that.

- How do you know?
- I don't lie about that.

Are you sure?

I don't lie about that!

Good.

But you lie to yourself
about her being dead.

- What about his blocking device?
- Not turned on yet. It's common protocol.

It gives people like
me less time to crack it.

Air, air? What is this air? What are
these stupid little pumps in the heels?

It's not necessary!

Stupid products! It is
built-in obsolescence!

- What's he talking about?
- Trainers, I think.

He's meant to be the financial master of
the universe, who's gonna rescue the NHS.

Which is why we've been
told not to do what we're doing.

I mean, of course, I will break the fingers
of little children in Taiwan any day,

but for good product,
useful product,

like rubber chickens.

No, don't laugh. I have sold
rubber chickens in Siberia, unfrozen!

Here we go.

Hugo Ross. He's in. We'll patch
the surveillance through to you.

Two thousand dollars a pair.

Hugo.

I am so glad you called me.

You're kind, Mr. Kandinsky.

No, no, no, no. You
must call me Korsakov.

You old reds knew all
about false names, hmm?

Trotsky's name wasn't
Trotsky. Lenin's wasn't Lenin.

- The new Russia.
- The Soviet Union.

Past and present
glories of the motherland.

I can drink to that.

When you telephoned
and asked to see me,

I had something
sent from Moscow.

The highest battlefield
honour of the Soviet Union.

You were awarded it in 1975,
when you were sentenced to jail.

It could not be
announced, of course.

The Soviet authorities never
acknowledged their agents publicly.

The Order of The Red Banner.

Please. Sentimental old
men? Harry, what are you after?

Please.

So, Hugo, now that you are a
free man, what are you going to do?

What can I do?

I'm 73, and what the
Americans call an ex-con.

Who will employ me?

- I will.
- Hello.

I can always find
work for ruthless men.

I know what you've
done to Russia.

The asset-stripping of the
state-owned industries, the corruption.

People unemployed
in their millions,

Under socialism, unemployment
was unknown in Russia.

Yes, six men to
open one hotel door.

You Russian capitalists.

So-called masters of the world.

You're gangsters.
You've stolen Russia.

You have become the enemy
your father sought to destroy,

The old man's got guts.

Beautiful, beautiful.

This is exactly why you're here.

Hugo, I have job for you.

Moment.

- Malcolm.
- I've adjusted the phasing. This time...

Oh, no!

- How come...?
- No!

Damn it!

Anyone fancy a beer?

Adam!

- Freddy? Freddy Frost!
- How you doin'?

- I didn't know you were in here.
- Yeah, it was after the Beirut business.

- But that was...
- Yeah, a while ago. But I'm doing well.

Look, there is a
grapevine even in here.

Fiona...

- I was gutted when I heard.
- Yeah.

Do you fancy that beer?

- Sorry. My drug regimen, y'know?
- Yeah.

I'll see you later.

See ya.

- Why am I shut up with nutters?
- You're not.

- You're free to leave.
- But not free to go back in the service.

The guests here are all distinguished
intelligence officers. Like yourself.

My problem, if I have one, is
grief. Ordinary, common grief.

And how are you dealing with it?

- That doesn't concern you.
- But it does concern the service.

The security of the state
depends on my state of mind?

- Doesn't it?
- That's too much to lay on me.

But your job does lay it on you.

Adam, have you told your
son his mother's dead?

Have you told her parents?

Korsakov got the better of you
and the techies of C Department?

At this point in time, this
is the worst day of my life.

Well, it's not over yet. Fix it.

You're not ready to leave.

Stay here and I never will be. I'll end
up babbling about some bar in Beirut.

- Adam.
- How do you know if I'm over it, anyway?

Only you will know that.
And you don't, do you?

Do you?

So long, Diana.
Thanks for the rest.

Adam?

You went to see Oleg Korsakov.

- You listened to our conversation.
- Yes.

Ah, like the old days.

Enter an empty
room and say, "Hello."

What did you think of
the job he offered me?

We didn't hear. His
anti-bugging devices defeated us.

Really?

Just like his father.

Always one step
ahead of the game.

Sensitive. Impeccable manners.

Secretly, a brute.

Very attractive.

He, er... wants me to
write his father's biography.

- Did you agree?
- Certainly not.

He offered me an
advance of $100,000.

These Westernised, they
think they can buy anyone.

I want to buy you, Hugo.

But not with money.

I've got something very
urgent to talk to you about.

I should ask you to sign the
Official Secrets Act, really, but...

These are highly
sensitive documents.

Go back to Tring.

What's the link between Boris
Kandinsky and Oleg Korsakov?

- Adam.
- Come on. This is me, this is what I do.

Oleg's father... was
Boris Kandinsky.

- The KGB agent who recruited Hugo Ross?
- Yes.

So, Harry's had Hugo in mind all
along, just in case he became useful?

Harry, the fox.

I want you to persuade Harry to
take me back on the op. Talk to him.

Do this for me.

I need this.

Hospitals.

We have no time. He's signing a
contract with the Government in three days.

He's going to totally
destroy the NHS.

Why don't you shoot him in
the back of the neck? Oh, sorry.

The veneer of bourgeois
democracy doesn't permit that.

What we need is information that will
discredit him. Something concrete, final.

Hugo, I'm asking you
to fight the good fight

against capitalism,
as you always have.

I need you to bring
down Korsakov.

You are recruiting
me to work for MI5?

All right.

I'll do it.

Oleg Korsakov is a disgrace
to his father's memory.

Let's just see how
rusty I am at the game.

- Who will babysit?
- Zafar.

I'm gonna leave him with you.

Welcome back.

- Where is he now?
- In the canteen.

I've had Diana Jewell on the phone.
She wants her star inmate back.

Mm, all right. Ask
him to come up.

I should go in
undercover with Ross.

- Zaf's doing that.
- He's not experienced enough.

Adam.

If Zaf's undercover,
who's riding shotgun?

You know it should be me.

You need me to do
this, and I need to do it.

Do you know what
will happen if we fail?

We are acting against the
explicit instructions of the Cabinet.

Harry.

Very well. Time's of the
essence. Get up to speed.

Thanks.

We have visuals, we
have audio. Game plan on.

Right, we screw this up and
part of England disappears.

- Who's this?
- Sikandar Khan. We met in jail.

Mr. Khan is going to be my
secretary. Very bright boy.

- What were you imprisoned for?
- Identity theft.

State-of-the-art criminal.

Forgive this. It's
natural caution.

A mobile? Comrade Ross is
catching up with the modern world.

What is this for?

Personal use.

Violent man, are you?

When it's personal.

Interesting company
you keep, Hugo.

You know where
you are with criminals.

- Lenin liked bank robbers.
- Indeed.

We have material here. The family archives
go back to my great-great-grandfather.

He was in the
Tsar's secret police.

See. The blood that flows in
me, it will flow in your book!

I have cleared the whole day.

We will organise the book! Chapter
one, of my childhood and my father, please.

The ego explodes.

My mother told me of the
night Stalin died, my father wept,

The great helmsman was dead!

That man has talked seven hours
non-stop. Should deport him for yapping.

That's all we have. They've have got to
get him to blow off about the NHS takeover.

- I want him hero.
- Which he was.

Good, good!

Good day's work.

Drink,

Mr. Ross tells me you're one of Moscow's
sharpest operators. Stole half of Russia.

Yes, Oleg. Why
aren't you in prison?

Most of the other robber
barons of the 1990s are.

Ah.

My father had... close friends.

- Close?
- To the Kremlin.

But that flies in the face of
everything he believed in.

I told you, my
father is hero to me.

How can that be?

I am continuing his work.

Is this it?

Go on.

Go on, tell us.

My father wanted
to change the West.

So do I.

Change? In what way?

Ironic, isn't it?

What my father and all the communist
armies, institutions of the state, KGB,

could not do, I can.

Exactly what do you mean?

No, no, no. I have
gone far enough.

Hugo, this session
has been delight.

Oh, no.

Are you sure
there's nothing else?

We have covered nearly
everything for first day,

Get writing, my friend!

It will be more than
biography of my father,

it will be the great
Russian novel of our time,

but a real story!

Is there nothing we can do?

- You got his mobile number?
- Yeah.

Dial it, now.

Excuse me. Yes?

This is your estate agent. The
quote we gave you is not working.

We're gonna have to double it,

- Are you absolutely sure?
- Absolutely,

I'm in a meeting at the moment,
so I'll... I'll return your call.

- See if he got the message.
- What message?

Pushy estate agent.
I'm selling my house.

Joining the world of property
speculation? Welcome to the club.

- Hugo Ross, you are a born field agent.
- What have you done?

There's something
else I want to join.

- What?
- Your organisation.

- Hugo, I don't think...
- I have something to sell.

Wait. Wait.

Here comes the cage.

- Theory, become
reality. Please.

- Is it working?
- I had doubts about a backup system.

What?

I've done it.
Success is with me.

Yes, Hugo.

This man is an MI5 officer.

They'll kill him.

- What is this?
- MI5 gave me no alternative.

They sent me in here with
this boy to mind me. This child!

I want to join you because I am
sick of what your father represented.

I've paid my dues,
30 years in prison.

It's a new world. New delights.

I want a decadent old age.

What use can you be?

I can be your mole in MI5. I can
walk out of this room your creature.

- And what about your minder?
- He can walk out, too.

Put him in a car. Drive him
somewhere quiet, and lose him.

I'll say that he disappeared.

MI5 are desperate to
have me close to you.

You want to be double agent?

Yes.

At my age!

Good, good.

I lived with security services
in Russia that close to me.

Spies are just molecules
in the air I breathe,

You're a cheap criminal.

I am new breed of merchant
which will change the world.

Your father wanted to change the world.
Democratic government stopped him.

Democratic government?
Thieves and pigmies!

What, they think my billions will save
their pathetic socialistic health service?

I will squeeze it for
profit, strip it bare!

If hospital is on valuable land,
sell it! Let there be casino, car park!

Let the market work!

I'll inject him.

I'll destroy his mind, Like I did
to the wretched girl at GCHQ,

That's it! Send 'em in!

Delta Six to Mercury
One. Activate all units.

Go, go!

What?

A triple agent,
Hugo? What ambition!

You're a disgrace to the memory
of your father and of your country.

And you are speck of dust
up the chimney of history.

Stop there!

Zaf!

- Zaf?
- He's been hit with a needle.

- What is it?
- Antidote. Antidote.

OK, great work, I'm just
gonna have a look around,

Adam?

MI5 agent, estate agent.

It's great, great
work, Welcome back,

Thanks. Thanks, Harry.

Adam!

Will you wipe that
last bit of tape?

So, how's Adam Carter?
Back to his old self?

I'm not so sure. Although Diana
Jewell's given him a clean bill of health.

Oh, good.

- She was rather gushing about him.
- Oh, dear.

And Korsakov?

He arrived back in Moscow three hours
ago, where he was arrested at the airport.

Bundled into an unmarked van.

Someone at the Kremlin must
have seen those hotel tapes.

Now the Korsakov
deal has fallen through,

money to save the NHS
has to come from somewhere.

So, they're gonna put 5p on
the basic rate of income tax.

- Oh, my God.
- I know, Harry. What have we done?

- We're selling the house.
- Excellent.

We want to live in France. Can you help us
with the French authorities? My record...

I'm sure.

I'll leave you.

- Why the change on the house?
- It's for her.

- How's Zafar?
- Fine.

He did well. A good little
bourgeois spy in the making.

- I'm pleased with him.
- What of our other friend?

The transcripts of your discussions
have been delivered to the Cabinet.

There is a general shock.

The Minister of Health's
career is looking sickly.

It is true that men make their own history,
but not always just as they please.

The dead past...

Lies like a nightmare
on the minds of the living.

I really thought, when you visited
me as a young man while I was in jail,

that I could turn you.

- But you turned me in the end.
- Not really.

You wanted Korsakov
destroyed, too.

Yes.

The minds of the living.

- Who said that?
- Karl Marx.

1956. Speech, to the 20th congress
of the party of the Soviet Union.

Yes.

It was that that
made me join them.

Speech.

- Who made that speech?
- Khrushchev. Nurse!

- Who?
- Nurse! The antidote, it's failing!

- Harry, why are you looking like that?
- Hugo, what is the...?

- I think I can remember.
- Remember?

Remember what
it was I believed in.

What is the first line of
the Communist Manifesto?

A spectre is haunting Europe,

a spectre of... of...

- Of what?
- Look straight ahead. Four litres of O2.

What is your name, sir? Can you
answer me? What's your name, sir?

I'm so sorry.

In God's name, what... what kind
of a world do you people live in?

We need to know
how she died, Adam!

I can't tell you much.

She died in the line of service,

protecting the people she loved.

Were you there?

Did she... say
anything before she...?

She said, "Look after Wes."

There... There'll be a memorial
service at the Foreign Office chapel.

It'll have to be private,
because of security.

Yes.

Yes. Good.

I'm going to tell him now.

- You let the guy go, for God's sake.
- So what?

Whatever he's planning is bigger,
much bigger, than a double murder.

- Find this weapon.
- Adam, 53 seconds.

You cannot override the White
House with no repercussions.

- 30, 20, 10 seconds.
- He's got a lock on.

Harry is finished.