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I am confident
we will locate him.

I am confident that
with some modifications
to the plan,

our operation
can take place,

and I am confident
we will be successful.

Well, we are delighted
to hear of your confidence.

However, the fact remains,
the subject escaped,

and our primary concern
is to ensure that,
should he surface,

there's no connection
to us.

He should have no memory
of the treatment, General,

or the Chinese
cover operation.

See you in London,
Mr Maddox.

You can keep this one.
I know what he looks like.

Anything else you need?

Mmm.

I will find him.

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Thank you.

Your Majesty.

Come on in.

Can I take
your coat?Thank you.

Nice place.

Thanks.

Red or white?White, please.

Thank you.

Hope you're hungry.

You look great.

But I think you should
stand well clear.

Mind if look around?Be my guest.

Okay.

I pulled a lot of favours.

Got this from the base.

This here...

is American beef.Sounds delicious.

Jean, how do you
like your steak?

Um, medium, please.

Ready in five minutes.

So...

Miss Courtney...

what do you think?

It's a beautiful flat.

Apartment.

We have an induction team
ready to guide you
through every step.

Six months' time,
you could be back here.
We could work together.

On what?

Missions.
Exciting stuff.

Defending civilisation.

Like invading Cuba with
a bunch of mercenaries?

And no air cover.

You've done
your research.

How did you feel?

Angry.

Let down
by our president.

What do you think
of him?

He's a good leader.

He pursues better relations
with the USSR and at home.

So far as I can tell,
he favours progress.

Progress?

Hmm.

Yeah. He does.

And about a week ago,
my best friend,

wounded in action,
shot himself in the head.

Is that progress?

This is a chance to get away
from what's going bad.

Dalby's outfit is an anomaly.

It has no future.

The ship is sinking.
It's time to jump.

What I really want
right now is to find out
what happened to Harry.

Maybe it's time
to move on from Harry.

Operator,
I'd like to make a call.

Reverse charges.

There's the clothes
you asked for.

I'll make you a cup of tea.

I can't stay long.

Contrary to
the national interest?

Thank you.

I shall make
my recommendation.

In doing so, sir,

I'd ask
that you set aside
any other influences

or personal inclinations,

as I'm sure
you would, sir.

I have great respect
for everyone in my department,
but I do feel that in this case,

they may have perhaps
given too much weight

to intangible suspicions,
instincts, if you like,

at the expense
of objective criteria.

I believe we should accept
her application.

Your department
is being wound up.

What?

It's still to be
rubber-stamped at cabinet,

but as far as I can tell,
it's a fait accompli.

I don't understand.

Treasury, Home Office,
you can imagine.

I was outmanoeuvred,
I'm afraid.
I had no ammunition.

Nothing I could
point to and say,
"Look, here's the value."

I sat there and I could
no longer justify

the existence
of your department.

What does it mean?

It means
I'll struggle to deliver
what Stok demands.

Then what?I don't know.

Perhaps I can find
some other job
at the ministry,

but there's no guarantee
I'll have access to anything
he doesn't already know.

Commander of
the Royal Laundry?

Beefeater at
the Tower of London.

You could offer him
the crown jewels.

Yes.

But as a good communist,
do you think
they'd suit him?

As a good communist,
I would say
something will turn up.

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Exhibit A,
1:33 a.m. last night.

You got him?

Good.

So, who was he talking to?

Exhibit B,
8:24 a.m. this morning.

How is it going?

Are you okay?

No,
he won't remember much.

- No, that's just the programming.
- That's what he's trained for.

Mr Carswell, is it...

Now listen.

Maddox dialling out
starting with zero.

0-7-7-8-1-4.

Do you have an address?

Thank you, Mr Carswell.

And?

Short of anything
to do this morning,

I went to
the German embassy.

Because I wondered
if they might have
any information

on Dr Lavotchkin.

You never know.

Anyway...

they're a terribly
obliging bunch.

Well,
they weren't in 1943.

Well, that was during
the war, Alice.

Gestapo.

Half of them went to work
for the Americans.

The others went home
and acted like
nothing ever happened.

Not the ones who met you.

No.

Anyway...

turns out
they did have a file.

My German isn't very good,
but even I can read that.

Her brother died
in '47.

Are you going to tell him?
Or shall I?

Hello, Jean.
Thought you might
turn up.

Thought you might be here
when I did.

You armed?

What do you think?

It's okay.

Miss Courtney
won't shoot anyone
unless she absolutely has to.

Looking for Harry,
right?

May as well come in.

He's all right.

But he's tired.
He's been through a lot.
Most of it my fault.

But he'll be okay now.

Harry, are you all right?

I'm fine now.

You look just like
Professor Dawson did.

You used
the same technique?

I owe you an explanation.

Two years ago,
I was an angry man.

We got shot to hell
'cause our president
lied to us.

I hated him
and I didn't care
who knew it.

I mixed in circles
that were talking
about revenge.

Then one day,
out of nothing,

I get a call.

They get me on the line
and they connected me
to someone.

It was Bobby Kennedy.

He was straight.

No apologies,
no excuses,

but he spoke to me
about the vision

he and his brother
had for America.

It was a vision
that I could share.

As you put it, progress.

And then he spoke to me
about people who wanted
to destroy that vision.

A loose conspiracy of men
who did not want progress.

He asked me to join
a deep-cover operation

to infiltrate
that conspiracy.

I got in.
Then they came to me
with this plan for Palmer.

What was Harry
supposed to do?

If he hadn't escaped,
he'd have been on the roof
of the airport

taking out JFK
on the tarmac.

And now?

Harry isn't going
to kill anyone.

His programming
was incomplete.

But my instructions
are to stick to my contact

and his people
for as long as I can,

learn as much as possible
and gather evidence
for future proceedings.

What have you done
with Harry since
you brought him here?

We've tested him.

There's some memory loss
from the treatment,

but he's getting better
every day.

I'm taking him away.Good.

And we will inform Dalby
of everything
that has taken place.

Jean, this works for me.

I stay undercover,
you guys blow the plot.

Just here
to collect some things.

Were you in Vienna
for her?

Yes.

Good. I mean...

I'm happy for you.

In that case,
I won't mention it.

Mention to whom?

The people
who pay me.

Which people?

British?

Yes, of course they are.

Government, Home Office,
MI something or other.

They sat me down
and went all through it.

Told me what you do
for a living.

Asked me if
I wouldn't mind reporting
on your activities.

And since you'd been
lying to me,
I thought it was...

fair enough.

£18 a week,
by the way.

Into an account
at Barclays on Park Lane.

I like that.

Gives me a sense
of independence.

Like a modern woman.

What sort of information?

Your comings
and goings.

Phone calls.

Tittle-tattle, that's all.

We've lived a lie.

Each in our own way.

And now it's over
for both of us,
and thank God for that.

So I won't tell them
about your other woman.

It's none of their business,
I'd say.

I don't trust you.

I could hardly expect
you would.

So what are you going
to settle for?

I don't understand
the question.

I mean,
you can have revenge,

or you can have
what you were promised
on that phone call.

But you know
you can't have both.

So I just wonder
which one you want more.

Take Harry back.

He's safe now.

Dr Lavotchkin's brother
goes on trial

in Moscow at the end
of this month.

He will be found guilty
and sentenced.

After that,
his family will get evicted
from their apartment

and they
will have nothing.

And the winter is cold.

I need more time.

Our agreement depends on
your accessing
confidential information.

Now, I hope that is not
going to be a problem.

Over the years,
I've done so much
for my country.

Turns out they never
trusted me anyway.

Thanks.

No problem.

Maddox...

Even though I'm freed,
it doesn't mean
he's not lying.

No. It's just a question
of how much.

Or else he doesn't know
the full story.

Whoever recruited him
may well have other plans
still in place.

There's just too much
we don't know.

Did he show you
the gun?

No. Why?

It's a Mauser C96.

Semi-automatic,
9-millimetre Parabellum.

Detachable stock
to increase the effective range.

- Fits inside a small case.
- Harry.

Just came into my head, that.

They kept it
in a sort of cupboard.

Under a seat,
next to the window.

Why did they
do that?

Don't know.

All right, Harry?

Get yourself inside,
mate.

General.

Welcome back.

How was the flight?Not bad.

The president
is fine company.

So I hear.

Are we okay, Paul?

We're good, General.

Good man.

Sir?

He's read the report.
Let him do the talking.

Any questions,
save them for after.

Actually, sir...

when I was missing,
were you...

What?

...concerned?

I assumed that
the Americans,

having uncovered
your purpose,

had either taken you
into custody or...

killed you.

I see.

And that is
what happened.

Yes.

It's a hard game,
Palmer.

Harder than
you can imagine.

So, a cabal
of senior military officers,

disgruntled
intelligence agents,

and other shadowy figures,

sought to assassinate
the elected head of state?

Yes.

And they begin by running
a secret programme
of brainwashing,

which they use
to control the scientists
from their closest ally.

And then to cover this up,
they frame our friend here

with murder
and espionage

and apply
similar practices to him?

Yes?
And I'm expected
to believe this?

Yes.

Mr Palmer,
would you excuse us
for a moment?

Of course.

He won't try to escape,
will he?

This is
highly sensitive, William,
so nothing in writing.

The prime minister
must be informed,

as must the president
of the United States.

Kennedy will be
with us.For 48 hours.

Meet the queen,
tour of the house.

Then down to Mac's place
at Birch Grove.

Now, let's say I invite you
to give a confidential briefing

to the president's
private secretary.

We will get this information
to where it matters.

And, very possibly,
save your neck
while we're at it, Dalby.

It's good news.
I think everything is gonna be all right.

I'll come by later.

Perhaps we could
go out for dinner.

- What time?
- Eight o'clock.

Wonder how I did that?When you were escaping?

Nah, it was before that.

Sort of comes back,
but never completely.

So much I don't remember.

Or at least,

I don't know
if what I remember
is real or imagined.

Or put there by them.

I'm still
under their control,
aren't I?

We don't know that.

It's crossed your mind.

You told me about the gun.

Gun?

They kept it in the seat
by the window, you said.

I want to know
what else there is.

I want to know what else
they've left inside my head.

Maybe it's better to leave it.No.

Whatever it takes...

I want to know.

Brigadier General Henry Graham
arrives to tell the governor,

"It's my sad duty
to ask you to step aside

on orders of the president
of the United States."

Five minutes
after the governor leaves,

James Hood is the first
of his race to become

a University of Alabama
student.

This nation was founded
by men of many nations
and backgrounds.

It was founded on the principle
that all men are created equal.

I knew the father,
you know, before the stroke.

A bootlegger, right?Sure, but a patriot.

So when his son
was elected president,
I naturally assumed...

We all make mistakes,
I guess.

But ours
is the privilege of atonement.

Sometimes, Paul,
I think you ought to
take more interest

in your place
in world history.

My place in world history
didn't do me any favours
last time.

Now I just
make things happen.

That girl,
the smart one...

Uh-huh.

You sold her the story
about infiltrating,
about Bobby calling you up?

Yeah, I did.

And she bought it?Maybe it's true.

Yeah.

Maybe it is.

Maybe those scars
you got from Cuba

are just figments
of your imagination.

I wonder if
I could talk to you, sir.

Perhaps tomorrow, Chico.
I'm just on my way out.

It's about
Dr Lavotchkin, sir.

Oh. I was expecting
Mr Dalby.

He won't be coming.

Her brother died
in 1947, sir.

Must be a mistake.

I don't think so,
sir.

Alice has translated
the entire file,
if you'd care to read.

I hope you're proud,
deceiving a decent man
like that.

You don't think
I have any feeling?

What, for him,
or in general?

Will I see him again?

I've been a fool.

Right from
the beginning.

I met him.

The brother.

She introduced me.

I remember thinking
he seemed a decent sort.

You have to admire
their patience, don't you?

They waited ten years.

That's what I call
good intelligence work.

So, what would you have done
if we hadn't found out?

I would have stayed
with him.

With a man you didn't love?

I'm a patriot.

And who are you to say
who I do or do not love?

That'll be the officers.

I'll be
leaving you now.

I have a gift.

You can give it
to him.

Oh, as you wish.

It is the name
of a traitor.

A man who betrayed
your country.

What, to the Russians?

No. Not to us.

Go on.

No, sorry.What?

I don't feel good
about this.

Well,
it worked on Dawson,
didn't it?

That was different.
He had been damaged.
I don't want to damage you.

No, no, no.

Things have happened to me.
I can't remember them.

He wanted you
on the roof of an airport.

You were going to kill.
Isn't that enough?

W-What else?
What else is in there?

Would you open someone's mind?
Would you open mine
with all of this?

I'm sorry.

It's selfish of me.

Are you going to stay?

She seemed quite certain
of it, sir.

Alice.

Thank you.

Mr Dalby?

I'm sorry to arrive
so early and uninvited,

but I wonder if I might have
a word with your husband.

Thank you, darling.

I understand
that you're in the employ

of the intelligence service
of the United States of America.

I understand that
you regularly submit
to them copies

of all confidential
communication

between yourself
and the prime minister,

minutes of all cabinet meetings,
financial information,
and so on.

And that,
in return for this,

you receive in the region
of $30,000 per annum.

Of course,
I may be wrong.

Dalby's here.

Very good.

Very good.

Am I?

Wrong, that is?

No, on the contrary,
your information
is perfectly accurate.

Your source
is to be commended.

I will pass that on.

My great-grandfather
settled in Kenya, a farmer.

He worked hard,

as did his son
and his grandson after him.

And, of course, yes,
we reaped the rewards.

But then we had
the fiasco of Suez.

Made us look weak,
unfit to rule.

And now Macmillan,
a prime minister
who has lost his nerve,

bleating on about
"a wind of change
blowing across Africa,"

or some nonsense like that.

We have lost everything.

"We" being?

Our nation.

I see.

What are we now?
A second-rate power.
No navy to speak of.

Can't afford our own bombs.

Reduced to begging De Gaulle
for a place at the EEC,

and he says, "non."

What humiliation!

The future lies across
the Atlantic,

as any man can see.

So what I do,
I do for the benefit
of our nation.

And $30,000 a year.

Yes, of course,
because I'd be
a pauper without it!

How else am I to pay
for all this?
The staff I employ.

The pile in the country.
10,000 square feet
of dilapidating stone.

Who keeps the lights on?
The Americans do.

So you assign my unit

to investigate
the disappearance
of Professor Dawson

so that you could block
the investigation

if it got too close
to your friends.

The cavalry?CIA, actually.

Two gentlemen
to look after you
for a little while.

You don't, of course,
have to agree
to go with them, William,

but then there will be
blood on the carpet,

and neither of us
would wish for that.

Hello. Jean, Carswell here.

I think you ought to listen
to the tapes from last night.

- Gavin can meet you
at Portland Street.
- I'll be as quick as I can.

So, what's it gonna be?
Gunshot to the back
of the neck?

You look like a strong chap.
How about strangulation?

Ah.

Alice. Chico.

Are you all right,
Mr Dalby?

Sir.

Birch Grove.

What, sir?

Macmillan's residence.

According to Maddox,
they'd abandoned the plan

to carry out
the assassination
at the airport.

But Birch Grove,
that's the place.
You see?

The minister was never
gonna bring me there.
That was a lie, an excuse.

No, not me,
but Palmer.

Hello.Mr Palmer?

Car for you, sir.

For me?To Birch Grove, sir.

The minister's arranged it
for you to meet him
and Mr Dalby there.

I don't think
anyone's there, sir.

Thank you.

And a friendly wave there
from the president

as his motorcade
sweeps through the gates

of the prime minister's
residence at Birch Grove.

Mr Palmer.

So glad
you could join us.

Follow me, please.

After lunch,
there's a photocall
out front,

during which I will arrange
for the president's
chief of staff to meet you.

Now,
you won't have long,

so be clear,
concise, polite,

and be prepared
to answer any questions
he may have.

You will wait here.

Where's Dalby?

Mr Dalby will be
joining you later.

Harry?

Hello, Paul.

She knows.

Then soon
everyone will know.

You have to cancel
the operation. It's too late.

You're not with us any more,
Paul, I know that.

But that doesn't matter,
because your work is done.

You cancel it
or I'm calling security.

Your spirit is weak.

And I cannot abide weakness.

To your very good health.

That girl, the smart one... Uh-huh.

You sold her the story
about infiltrating?
About Bobby calling you up?

Yeah, I did.

And she bought it?

Maybe it's true. Yeah.

Maybe it is.

Maybe it's true.

Home Office Security.
I have an urgent call for
the minister of defence, please.

Telephone call
for you, Minister.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Hello, Harry.

It's been a while.

When you are ready
to kill the enemy,
the pain will stop.

Hello.

Get help.

Paul. Where is Harry?
What have you done with him?

Get help now.Paul!

Paul!

Hello.

Mr Dalby for you, sir.

What?

No!

Where's Palmer?

Do you see your enemy, Harry?

When you kill the enemy,
the pain will stop.

Palmer.

Palmer.

This is not you.

That man is not your enemy.

You do not have to do this.

Harry. Harry.

- Do you see your enemy, Harry?
- Harry.

Listen to me.

Why don't I take
that for you?

Back to Birch Grove
and those talks.

The main achievement,
agreement to go all out

for a test ban treaty
with Khrushchev.

America had hoped at best
for a partial ban.

But Macmillan
has convinced Kennedy

that the chances
of a complete ban are better
than they have been.

And on the question
of a mixed-crew NATO fleet
of nuclear survey ships,

everything in the garden
is less lovely.

I didn't expect
to see you.

Thought
I'd say goodbye.

I'm sorry.

No need.

Perhaps we will
meet again one day.

Perhaps we will.

Did you bring your gun
this time?

I seem
to have forgotten.

You must learn, Palmer.

Someday you will pay
for your naivety.

I can't believe you would
ever harm anyone, Colonel.

Then you are mistaken.

We came
to this place once,
the girl and I.

Some film or other.

And I find that
I have some sadness.

Memories I didn't expect.

I used her as cover
to engage in espionage.

She meant nothing.
Or so I assumed.

Yet...

our heart surprises.

Inside we are weak.

Human.

Like Mr Dalby.

I took advantage of her.

Such is our business.

Right.

It's not complete.
That would be too much.

Consider it
a token of gratitude
from Mr Dalby.

A professional courtesy?

Exactly.

Let's go for dinner.
I know just the place.

♪♪