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The countrywide crisis

in the National Health Service

has been highlighted by a leaked report

of planned emergency measures

being put into action immediately.

The report details a black hole of £100 million

of debt owed by London hospitals.

The leaked report comes as Labor back bench MP

Malcolm Stackley confronted Claire Stacy,

Junior Minister of Health,

in a heated session of the House of Commons

Select Committee on Health last night.

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 think they can make a quick buck.

This is about people

having treatment free

when they visit their local hospital.

Won't be their hospital anymore, will it?

So who are these firms buying into hospitals?

Are they foreign?

It is an open regulated market.

♪ Arise ye workers from your slumbers ♪

♪ Arise ye criminals of want ♪ - My goodness.

♪ For reason in revolt now thunders ♪

♪ So come comrades, come rally ♪

♪ And the last fight let us face ♪

♪ The Internationale unites the human race ♪

Hugo.

30 years, Hugo.

Now, what was I saying in 1975?

No gentlemen of the press?

We don't count anymore, Hugo.

Don't bet on it.

But there's other scum here.

Oh, Hugo, no.

Please, please spare me.

Tell Harry Pearce I haven't changed.

I haven't changed!

I keep on going over and over it.

Just seeing myself standing there outside, doing nothing.

You can't blame yourself.

Fiona knew what she was doing.

Knew it was gonna get her killed.

Listen to me Jo, you can't think like that.

I know, I know.

Just imagine what Adam's going through.

I thought this job would be cool.

Imagine that. Cool.

But you know, sometimes it helps to stick together.

My flat, why don't you take that room after all?

I don't know.

I don't know if I even want this job anymore.

Oh, okay, well um.

Look, personnel have got the keys

if you wanna look the place over.

- Thanks, Zaf. - Yeah.

You cannot stop the operation.

We've been told in no uncertain terms

to end the investigation, to end the surveillance,

and to close the whole lot down.

This deal could wreck the whole economy.

It'll be a disaster for the National Health Service.

I agree.

I'm afraid I do too.

Then you must go on.

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, Adam Carter.

I'm a great admirer.

I hope we can help you.

Well, you've got to or the whole bloody thing

will go down the pan.

- What thing? - The whole health service.

- You mean that the- - Flogging NHS hospitals

to a foreign billionaire.

Hal McMillan called it selling off the family of silver.

Shall we?

Adam, how was the obbo?

Oh, it's just a couple of boring old commies.

What's this about selling hospitals?

What foreign billionaire?

- Um. - Oh, come on, Ruth.

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 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.

Now I can understand you wanting to do the funeral alone,

but all of us here, we want-

What, have a good cry over me and Wes?

Sorry. - Ruth, come now.

I'll handle it.

Yeah, it's Adam Carter.

Ms. Evershed just sent a file to you,

Operation Songbird, she meant for me to see it,

could you send it from the station, please?

Eyes only.

I haven't changed anything.

Thank you.

He died in 1985.

I should have been told.

Thought you had enough to bear.

Vodka.

To Comrade Boris Kandinsky.

Comrade Boris Kandinski.

Go and say goodbye to daddy.

Bye-bye, daddy.

Bye-bye, I'll see you on Saturday, okay?

We'll go and fish in ponds?

Yes.

Will mom ride a boat with me?

Wes, I told you, mom is 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 the weekend?

No.

We have had Wes for a whole week already.

Really appreciate it, honestly.

You and Fiona are all right?

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

Please, do it for me. - Okay.

Give her a big hug.

So how-

Are you trying to ask me how I feel?

Numb.

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

Yeah, yeah, well.

Why have you got me doing chores

and taking snaps of some burnt out old traitor?

Hugo Ross was one of the biggest spies

of the Soviet Union ever jailed in this country.

When I was a young officer, I had the job

of going to see him in jail once a month.

Never gave me anything.

I came to admire him.

Hugo Ross, keeper of the communist faith.

Harry, you got me doing slops

and I know there's something big on.

Just let me get back into the-

Well, I'm afraid it's lops or go to Tring.

I don't need the psych tank.

That was the order from the DG-

What's the thinking here?

Because my wife died I'm going bonkers.

- Oh, Adam, calm down. - I need some real work-

- I blocked it. - Something to fill the day,

fill my mind, you know, gimme a, gimme a buzz.

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?

Okay, okay.

Oleg Korsakov's life is one of the most

extraordinary stories to come out of the new Russia.

Mr. Korsakov never gives press interviews,

but it's believed he never knew his father and mother.

He was brought up in a state orphanage

in the Russian city of Gorki,

but recently the American magazine "Wealth Watch"

placed him as the third richest man in the world.

After the collapse of Soviet Russia

he suddenly 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.

Then 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 suddenly dropped.

Mr. Korsakov came to live in Britain.

Well, Russia analyst, Roger Viner is with me in the studio.

Roger, one foreign investor owing so much in Britain,

good or bad for the country?

Anything interesting?

It's an old movie.

Right.

Doghouse, two hours.

Adam, you look terrible.

Ask Harry for a few days off, go home.

Operation Songbird, Oleg Korsakov.

My God, Adam, how do you know?

You know me, things passing through my skin.

You wanna tell me, you know you do.

We were given a tip off.

Oleg Korsakov may be running a mole at GCHQ, Cheltenham.

Her name is Sally Curtis.

She's an analyst on a commercial desk.

What's she like?

She's single, likes clubbing,

though she's in her early 30s,

getting a bit old for it.

Gets wasted on the weekends,

but sees her mother on Tuesdays.

So, good girl, bad girl.

What's she selling?

Information on British and American firms

in the health sector.

Deep financial analysis.

How's she dropping the material?

Electronically from her computer

Through GCHQ files?

Is that possible?

Korsakov can afford the best IT in the world.

How did he turn our Sally?

- Love. - Oh, ah.

So what, Korsakov seduced her?

No, no, he sent a pro, 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 directly in his name, of course,

but through various companies he owns.

So the public don't know?

Treatment's free, ministers assume people won't care

who owns the hospitals.

Flog great chunks of it off to a crook?

- Adam- - It's just...

you could suddenly not recognize

the country you're living in.

Calm down.

Can this Korsakov do anything he wants?

Government see him as a savior.

But the nightmare is that Korsakov

may do in Britain what he did in Russia.

Asset strip, sell off.

Goodbye NHS.

Ruth, if Korsakov'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 are going to sign a deal

with Korsakov next week.

So, MI-5 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.

Donuts, anyone?

Look Zaf, I know you're running this in the field,

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

That's Korsakov.

The whole top floor of the hotel's reserved for him.

His technology's a nightmare.

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

It's a very advanced version of a Faraday cage,

can stop any hostile signal getting in or out.

You found a way of getting through it though, yeah?

Theoretically. Practically, I have no idea.

It's the boyfriend.

He's gonna meet Oleg Korsakov.

This should be interesting.

He's switching the cage on.

So you must know we're bugging.

- Not necessarily. - But you can't risk it,

you've gotta pick up Sally Curtis.

It's not in our brief.

The neutralizers are outta place-

Just pick her up and turn her.

Adam, I need you to step out.

You and I both know 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?

All I know is, if I left I'd be nothing.

Right now, you're still an MI-5 officer on duty,

get back in there.

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?

With Adam in his present condition,

you think you can 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.

It's Sally and her boyfriend.

Here they go.

No, no.

Stay on it.

What's he doing here?

Ask me another.

Who the hell do you think you are?

My name is John and I'm MI-5.

Oh God.

Sally, Sally, you've been hit.

The man you were with has injected you with something.

I've gotta get to a hospital.

Listen, listen, listen to me.

You've been passing GCHQ product onto Oleg Korsakov.

Yes, Sally?

You're- you're MI-5. Oh God.

It's all right, it's all right,

it's all right, Sally. - I'm sorry.

What have I done? - It's all right,

we can help you.

Just tell us what you know, all right?

Sorry, who did you say you are?

My name's John and I'm MI-5.

Five what?

What the hell are you doing?

She's been hit. Ambulance now.

Sally, Sally.

- I need an ambulance. - Just say something,

just say something, Sally, anything.

Sorry, who did you say you are?

The drug they injected her with was anoxide 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.

It was a prototype for a battlefield weapon.

And it?

Destroys the frontal lobe memory centers of the cerebrum.

- It 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 Oleg 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.

Adam, you know how much we all sympathize with you,

but you joined an operation without orders to do so.

Yes, I did.

You are on compulsory leave in Tring.

No, I don't need the psych tank.

Then the DG will dismiss you from the service.

What does Hugo Ross have to do with Oleg Korsakov?

I know there's a connection somewhere.

Adam, give yourself time.

I beg you, as a friend.

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

Juliet?

The government have granted Korsakov British citizenship.

His application has been fast tracked,

the usual back channel from the home secretary's office.

- No time. - Absolutely.

Why is the government so far up the behind

of this Russian billionaire?

You picked anything up?

Yes.

Well?

It's not new information,

it's more of a rethink after a heavy discussion.

With who?

It was put to me at a very high level

that the public has no idea how bad the NHS situation is.

Hospitals are gonna have to close their doors

right across the country.

The great unspeakable truth at the heart

of British politics is the NHS is collapsing,

we know that, so why are you telling us?

Because 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.

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.

You'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

after all these years?

- 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 gonna work with him.

What?

- Harry Pearce. - Hugo.

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 so-called Cold War,

we could salute each other across the ideological divide.

And sometimes kill each other.

Well, it was a war.

Vodka? - I think so.

Fascinated by the sight of the dinosaur

led out of his cave, Zafar?

I read up about you.

Did you indeed?

House in Hampstead Heath this size,

gotta be worth what, 2 million?

The housing market is disgusting.

Deeply immoral.

Oh, 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.

To whom you sold information

that cost the lives of British agents.

And saved many others.

You were a fast tracked civil servant

in the Ministry of Defense

and you gave Kandinski the names of agents

in the Soviet missile program.

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 gobbledygook.

1985 when he died, wasn't it?

- Yes. - Yeah.

Did you know he had a son?

No, Boris never married.

He always felt that as a KGB officer in the field

he might make himself vulnerable.

Oh, 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?

Took another name, had a cover story as an orphan.

He's hugely successful, Oleg Korsakov.

The entrepreneur?

That rabid young dog of the 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 MI-5 suggested?

Well, aren't you fascinated?

I mean, once a spy.

Morning, sir.

Mr. Carter.

Welcome, I'm Diana Jewell.

Yeah, head shrink, I know.

If we could just do the formalities

and then we can show you to your room.

Formalities?

Do you have any reading material with you?

Laptop? - Yeah.

You have to surrender them.

We don't want you to have distractions.

You fond of Jane Austin?

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, you know.

I help devise the MI-6 interrogators 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 a 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.

Now what is this here?

What are these stupid little pockets?

It's not necessary,

but, 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.

$2,000 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,

Lennon's wasn't Lennon.

The new Russia. - The Soviet Union.

Best and present glories of the motherland.

I can drink to that.

Please, sentimental old man.

Harry, what are you after?

Now that you're 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 don't mean to offend you,

but I know what you've done to Russia.

The asset stripping of the state owned industries,

the corruption. You've stolen Russia.

You have become the enemy your father sought to destroy.

The old man's got guts.

Beautiful, this is exactly why you're here.

Hugo, I have job for you.

Moment. - Malcolm.

I've adjusted the phasing this time we'd-

Oh no.

Oh come... no!

Damn it.

Anyone fancy a beer?

Adam.

Freddy?

Freddy Frost. - How are you doing?

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.

You fancy that beer?

Sorry. My drug regimen, you know?

Yeah.

I'll see you later.

See you.

Why am I shut up with nutters?

You're not shut up, you're free to leave.

But not free to go back in the service.

Also, the guests here are all distinguished

intelligence officers like yourself.

My problem, if I have a problem,

is grief, ordinary, common grief.

And how are you dealing with it?

It doesn't concern you.

But it does concern the service.

Right, 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?

So, Korsakov has got the better of you

and the wiz 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, Adam.

Stay here and I never will be, I'll only-

- Adam- - How do you know

if I'm over it? If, anyway.

Well 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.

Meaning you listened

to our conversation in the hotel room?

Yes.

Ah, 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 wants me to write his father's biography.

Did you agree?

Certainly not.

He offered me an advance of a hundred thousand dollars.

These Westernizers, 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- - Ruth, come on.

This is me, this is what I do.

Oleg's father was Boris Kandinsky.

The KGB agent that 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?

What we need is information

that will completely 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're recruiting me to work for MI-5.

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'll babysit? - Zafar.

I'm going to 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.

All right, ask him to come up.

You need me to go in undercover with Ross.

Zaf's doing that.

He's not experienced enough.

- Adam. - All right,

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.

Very well.

Time is of the essence, get up to speed.

Thanks.

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

All right, we screw this up

and part of England disappears.

Who's this?

This is Sikanda Kahn, we met in jail.

Mr. Kahn is going be my secretary.

Very bright boy.

What were you in prison for Sikanda?

Identity theft.

State of the art criminal.

Forgive this natural caution.

A mobile.

Comrade Ross is catching up with the modern world.

So, we have material here.

The family archives go right 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 organize the book.

Chapter one of my childhood and my father, please.

The ego explodes.

My mother told me on the night Stalin died

my father wept, the great helmsman was dead.

That man has talked seven hours nonstop.

Should deport him for yapping.

That's all we've got on him so far.

Hugo and Zaf have gotta get him

to blow off about the NHS takeover.

- I want him hero. - Which he was.

Good, good. Good day's work.

A 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 doesn't that fly in the face

of everything your father believed in?

I told you my father is hero to me.

How can that be?

I am continuing his work.

This is 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 army's

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 you want to discuss?

I think 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, hmm?

- Is there nothing we can do? - Yeah.

Ross's mobile number,

you got it? - Yeah.

- Thank you for- - Dial it now.

Excuse me.

- Yes? - Mr. Ross,

this is your estate agent here.

It's about the quote we gave you.

I'm afraid it's not working.

We're gonna have to double it, yeah?

Double it.

- Yes, you're absolutely sure? - Absolutely.

I'm in a meeting at the moment

so I'll return your call.

Let's See if he got the message.

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 organization.

Hugo, I don't think-

I have something to sell.

Wait, wait.

Here comes the cage.

Theory become reality, please, please.

Is it working?

I always get this quiet,

but I had doubts about a backup system.

What?

I've done it, success is with me.

Yes, Hugo?

This man is an MI-5 officer.

Adam, they'll kill him.

What is this?

MI-5 gave me no alternative.

They sent me in here with this boy to mind me,

this child.

I want to join you because I'm 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.

And what use can you be to me?

I can be your mole in MI-5,

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.

MI-5 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 the molecules in the air I breath.

You're nothing but a cheap criminal.

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

Your father thought he could change the world.

Democratic governments stopped him.

Democratic government, thieves and pygmies.

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 that be casino, 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 them 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.

Zaf.

Zaf, all right?

He's been hit with a needle.

- Hold still. - What?

What is it? - Antidote, antidote.

Great work, thanks.

I'll just have a look around.

Sir.

Adam, MI-5 agent, estate agent.

It's great. Great work.

Welcome back.

Thanks, thanks Harry.

Malcolm, will you wipe that last bit of tape?

So, how's Adam Carter?

Back to his old self?

I'm not so sure.

Although Diane Jewell

has given him a clean bill of health.

Oh good.

Actually, she was rather gushing about him.

Yeah.

And Korsakov?

Well, 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.

But now the Korsakov deal has fallen through,

money to save the NHS has to come from somewhere.

So, they're gonna put five p

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?

Oh, it's for her.

- How's Zafar? - Fine.

Yes, 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 all members of the cabinet.

There is a general shock.

The Minister of Health's career is looking,

shall we say, 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.

You know, 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.

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.

Hugo, what is the first line of the communist manifesto?

"A specter is haunting Europe.

A specter of-"

Look straight ahead now.

Four liters of O2, nurse.

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'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.