Original subtitles

I'm Kim Philby, Major.

That is, Colonel Philby, KGB, retired.

MALE VOICES

I think you'll find I have an appointment with General Govorshin,

the Chairman of the KGB.

General Govorshin left three hours ago.

But that's impossible.

I was summoned for an important conference with him.

I regret the Comrade General

charged me to make an alternative arrangement.

And what, pray, might that be?

Major Valeri Alexeyevich Petrofsky.

At ease.

You are a fortunate man, Major Petrofsky.

You have been chosen for a mission of the utmost importance.

If you are successful,

you will return to honours and promotions beyond your dreams.

As Chairman of the KGB, I am giving you a direct order.

You will accept my authority and my authority alone.

You will consult neither your camp commandant

nor the head of the Illegals Directorate.

Nor will you reveal details of this mission to anyone.

Major Pavlov here will be in charge of your briefing.

If you have any questions, you will direct them to him.

They tell me you are the star of the Illegals Directorate.

You'll need to be.

'Back here in London, it's 16 minutes to midnight

'and here in Trafalgar Square,

'huge crowds are already gathering to welcome in the New Year.

'Everyone's in good spirits.

'The crowd is cheerful, but orderly,

'and the police so far have had an easy time.

'St John's Ambulance have only had to deal with a few people fainting.

'Up in the studio in Glasgow, our Hogmanay party is in full swing,

'so let's go north of the border to join in the fun.'

'Nigel? I've got the reinforcements.'

Drunken sod. KNOCK AT DOOR

'It's Jeremy!'

BANGS ON DOOR Tell Nigel to open the bloody door!

James. Happy New Year.

What flat do you want, sir?

I've got the reinforcements for Nigel.

Yes, but what flat number, sir?

Don't worry. I'll follow the noise.

MUSIC: 'Alaska' by Susie Blue

BLEEPING

43, 42, 41...

..40...

..39...

..38...

37...

36...

BLEEPING VOLUME INCREASES

ALARM BLARES

ALARM STOPS

RAPID BLEEPING

RAPID BLEEPING STOPS, HE SIGHS

PARTY BLOWERS PARPS

ACCORDION FOLK MUSIC

FOLK MUSIC CONTINUES

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE ON TV

CLOCK CHIMES ON TV

MIDNIGHT BONG, CHEERING

EXPLOSION

BONGS CONTINUE

Happy New Year.

CHEERING AND CHATTER OUTSIDE

PARTYGOERS SING AULD LANG SYNE

Bingo.

Ah, Preston.

Come and sit down.

Preston, I have told the committee

that I did not authorise your action last night.

I've also told them that you needlessly alerted Berenson

to our investigations by recklessly blowing up his safe.

Presumably you have some explanation for this decision, Preston?

Well, we've got Berenson,

what we need now is the name of his controller.

If Berenson believes it was only a burglary,

he won't be afraid to contact him.

That still doesn't explain why you didn't ask for my authorisation.

You wouldn't have given it.

That'll be all, Preston. Berenson's away, I take it?

He's at a house party in Yorkshire with his wife.

Yes, but tomorrow is Saturday, Sir Anthony.

We don't expect him back until Monday.

We'll pick him up then.

But do you go along with that, Preston?

He has a girlfriend.

I'm sorry, what's that got to do with it?

Quite.

I wouldn't be surprised

if he found an excuse to leave the wife in Yorkshire,

come back early and start the New Year with a bang.

I see.

What do you want, Preston?

Round-the-clock surveillance,

three teams of watchers, phone tap, mail intercept.

Everything immediately.

24 men around the clock for an indefinite period?

That would mean wrecking at least three of our current operations.

Brian, I'm sure you'll agree

this Berenson business is of overriding importance.

Yes, well, of course, Sir Anthony.

All right, Preston, you've got it.

Gentlemen, I suggest we reconvene after lunch.

Preston? Got a moment?

Close the door.

Just what the hell do you think you're playing at?

First you have the unmitigated gall to proceed without my permission,

then you deliberately try to embarrass the service

in front of that shit Irvine.

Of course, I'm well aware that you somehow consider yourself

as outside the normal chain of command,

but let me remind you that this is a service,

not a free-for-all.

And when you've finished showing off, you come back to work for me.

And I, as Director General of the Security Service...

Acting Director General. Bernard Hemmings isn't dead yet.

Look, Preston, let's get this straight.

If, or rather when, I am confirmed as head of this department,

you are just going to disappear without trace.

I will bear that in mind.

Meantime, I want another report, complete in every detail,

on my desk before you go home.

Would that include this meeting, sir?

Do it!

Yes, sir.

General Govorshin asked me to give you this.

Your final instructions.

OK. Could you put these in the car for me?

Thank you.

Argh!

Ow.

MUFFLED SCREAM

CRUNCHING

BARKING

Nigel.

Bernard. How are you?

Terrible.

But I'd rather you didn't mention it to Harcourt-Smith.

Or has that little shit already got me dead and buried?

Not quite, but he does seem pretty confident

he'll be your successor.

Has he got rid of all my people?

No. There are still a few flies in his ointment.

John Preston in particular.

Good man, John. What's he been up to?

Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

HORN TOOTS

Preston's caught that prick Berenson leaking NATO papers

and I'd appreciate a little chat about what we might do with him.

RINGING TONE

'Hello?' Julia?

'George.' How was your New Year?

'How was yours?' So-so.

How about tonight, then? 'Yes, lovely.'

Seven? 'OK.'

Fine. See you then. 'Bye.'

Bye.

MUSIC: 'Don Giovanni: Act II'

HE SINGS ALONG

HE WHISTLES

HE GASPS

Oh, my God!

RINGING TONE

'Hello?' 'Julia?

'I'm sorry, darling. Something's come up.

I'm afraid I'll have to skip tonight.

'Why? Is it Angela?' No, it's the bloody office.

'Oh, George. I'm sorry.'

So am I. I'll, er, I'll call you tomorrow. All right?

Bye. 'Bye.'

INAUDIBLE

♪ Drinking at home

♪ I like drinking at home

♪ H-H-Home

♪ Well, I don't have To listen to... ♪

MUFFLED POP MUSIC THROUGH HEADPHONES

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

Chummy has gone to ground. Pizzeria on Phillimore Walk.

'It's a long way to go for a pizza. I think we'll join him.'

Do you think Jimmy's overdoing it a little?

Gloria don't seem to be objecting.

DOOR OPENS

Well done, Charlie.

Hello, here we go.

Don't you like your pizza, Mr Berenson?

No... we don't go. It's a drop.

So what do we do about Berenson? Better give him the first team.

Oh, shit! What?

Takeaway pizzas in boxes.

William. The girl with the pizzas.

Manager again.

Who gets special service?

He does. We'll take this one.

ENGINE TURNS OVER

SHUTTER CLICKS

CLICKING CONTINUES

DOORBELL RINGS

Hello, Angela.

Nigel Irvine.

Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, of course.

How silly of me. Were we expecting you?

Not exactly. Do you mind if we come in?

No. Please do.

Is George in?

Yes, of course. Darling!

Hello, George.

Nigel.

How nice.

I wonder if we might have a quiet word?

Yes, of course.

Do sit down.

CHURCH BELLS RING OUTSIDE

Quiet New Year's holiday?

DOOR CLOSES Not missing something, are you?

What do you want, Nigel?

I thought you might be missing something.

Like this.

These are yours, I believe.

But these, beyond a doubt...

..never were.

I don't suppose there's much I can say, is there?

I don't know.

Try me.

All right.

Well, for years now, I've taken the attitude

that there was only one struggle on this planet worth a damn.

The fight against world communism.

And it has long seemed to me ridiculous

that the most committed anti-communists

in the southern hemisphere, the South Africans,

should be excluded from NATO planning

because of some unfashionable domestic attitudes.

So was this your idea, or did someone approach you?

I met someone at a party.

Or did he meet you?

Jan Marais.

Seems our secret service is up to scratch.

Just what exactly have you been passing him?

It would be awfully helpful to know.

I gave him any relevant documents to NATO that crossed my desk.

NATO?

Mm-hm.

Well, I hope they didn't pay you in cash, Berenson,

the rand's taken a bit of a dive lately.

I didn't do it for money.

I did it because I believed it was right.

A man of principle to the last.

You can bloody well sneer, Irvine,

but perhaps I'm more of a patriot than you are.

You may be interested in this.

It's an extract from the debriefing of a recent Soviet defector

which pinpoints a Soviet agent

in the South African foreign service.

And this is a summation

of the South African internal investigation,

which identifies the man as one Jan Marais.

Oh, my God!

What have I done?

You've betrayed your country.

You've passed untold numbers of secrets to Moscow

and endangered the lives of British men and women.

And, I'd say, you've weakened NATO.

Perhaps irretrievably.

HE INHALES SHARPLY Oh, my God!

Just you and your schoolboy politics

and your idiotically conceited faith in your own importance.

Now...

..some of our more muscular colleagues

favour taking you to a cell and going to work on you

with a carving knife and a pair of pliers.

The rest would like to feed you to the newspapers

and throw what's left into prison for 20 years.

It's a tricky choice, isn't it?

However, this is what you will do.

You will resume your special relationship with Moscow,

only this time I shall be supplying the papers.

Understand?

Then later, when we've finished...

..we can decide what to do with you.

I'm very grateful, Nigel.

Good operation. Damn good.

The turning of Berenson?

No. The false flag recruitment.

The way he was run. Very clever.

I've been thinking, it reminds me of someone.

Who?

General Yevgeny Sergeyevich Karpov. Deputy Head, KGB.

Sort of your opposite number, then?

You could say that, yes.

I shall enjoy feeding him a few wrong turns for a change.

TV: 'From the ruling Politburo,

'Geoffrey Stern, a well-known Kremlin watcher.

'We also have with us Colonel K,

'who quit Moscow to come to the West last year.

'Colonel, who's now the leader

'of the minority hard-line group in the Politburo?

'Certainly it will be the KGB chief, Govorshin.

'How secure would you say he is?

'General Govorshin is in delicate situation.

'Unless comes some change in world power balance

'to justify his hard-line policies.

'You talk about a hard line, I...'

VIDEOTAPE WHIRRS

'KGB chief, Govorshin.'

'How secure would you say he is?'

'General Govorshin is in delicate situation.

'Unless comes some change in world power balance to...'

SWITCHES TAPE OFF

HELICOPTER WHIRRS

KNOCK AT DOOR

General Karpov, General Borisov on line one.

General Borisov. 'General Karpov.'

THEY LAUGH

Pavel Petrovic, how are you? 'Fine. I need to talk to you.'

Yes? 'It's serious. Can we meet today?'

Where are you? 'I'm not in town. I'm fishing.'

All right, I'll drive out this afternoon. 'Good. Good.'

Natasha, I won't be back after lunch.

'I'll call your driver.'

No. I'll drive myself.

Karpov, my friend! That was quick.

How are you? I'm good. I'm good.

BARKING

Nostrovya.

Yevgeny Sergeyevich.

How long have we known each other?

Get to the point, Pavel Petrovic.

TRAIN WHISTLE

Why are you stripping my department?

Why am I what? Stripping me clean.

Every day, something new is taken from me.

First, the very best agent we have specialising in Britain.

Major Valeri Petrofsky.

And then a forged life story

meticulously maintained over the years.

A legend that fits Valeri Petrofsky like a glove.

Where do you want me to start?

Couriers, the documentations,

radio men and then the coding crystals for a sleeper transmitter

you yourself planted when you were head of the KGB in London.

What the hell are you mounting over there?

Whose authority has been on all these transfers?

Govorshin?

But Comrade General Chairman Govorshin

knows nothing about Western Europe.

That's why I was sure that you knew of this.

Pavel Petrovic, old friend, I give you my word...

..I'm not the one who's wrecking your department.

Then what the hell is going on?!

Yevgeny Sergeyevich, I'm sorry, I thought that you... No. No.

In your position, I would have thought the same.

So.. who is advising Govorshin on England, apart from ourselves?

You think he's trying to embarrass you?

Maybe remove you?

Not as far as I know.

Though he and I have not had any, er...

..fireside chats lately.

Something's wrong here, Yevgeny.

Take care. Hm?

Take care.

I'll look into it.

Stay well, old friend.

BARKING OUTSIDE

And stay silent.

By the way... what's the name?

Mm?

What's the name, the legend? The name of the legend?

Ross, James Edward Ross.

Mr Ross? Yes?

I'm so sorry I'm late.

I'm Jill Dunkley.

How do you do? Absolute bloody mayhem out there.

I'm sorry? It's the traffic. Quite frightful.

I got stuck for half an hour

behind some motorised carrot pulper or something.

Anyway, I gather you're looking for a three-month let?

Yes, that kind of thing.

Are you a single man, Mr Ross?

My wife will be joining me as soon as we sell our house in Plymouth.

Oh, well, that's nice. This is the attic upstairs.

Mm-hm. I see. Thank you.

Then there's the bathroom.

And this is the second bedroom.

JET ENGINE WHISTLES

ENGINES ROAR

One does hear the occasional sound

from the Baywaters American airbase, but I hope it doesn't bother you.

No. It doesn't bother me at all.

PRINTER TAPPING

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Yes? General.

Tell the first courier to proceed. Yes, sir.

TANNOY: 'Will passengers arriving on Swissair flight 307

'please collect their luggage from roundel two?'

Hey! You must be our new neighbour.

I suppose I must be. Jim Ross.

Tom McWhirter.

Any time you feel like, drop around, huh?

I'll do that. Thank you.

'You're a problem, Preston.'

You see, while you've been away,

young Mathers has been heading up your section

and he's done an excellent job. Very thorough.

So, of course, it would be grossly unfair

to push him back to his second slot now.

But as luck would have it, a vacancy has suddenly appeared.

In C-5.

C-5?

That's airports and ports, isn't it?

Do you know, I do believe it is.

But I think you could look on it as a real career move.

Well, you can't keep a good man down, can you, Mr Smith?

Well, I expect your talents will be equally appreciated

in airports and ports.

John, this telex just came in for you.

Give it to young Mather.

I don't work here any more.

Where are you working, then?

Airports and bloody ports!

Hey! Wee man, where's your pass?

Are you deaf or something? I want to see your pass.

SIREN WAILS

Gold fillings. Lily-white hands.

Soft palms.

So, what we've got is a deck hand from a Russian trawler,

who looks like he's never handled anything harder than a bar of soap,

coming out of Glasgow docks at 2am in the morning.

No forged papers? Nothing unusual at all.

I think we'd better have another look at these effects.

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

WOMAN: The junction of Western Crescent and Railton Road.

Request assistance.

TELEPHONE RINGS

It's polonium. What's polonium?

Well, combined with lithium, the two together form an initiator.

That's... that's a detonator for a bomb.

A bomb?

An atomic bomb.

Pull over, Gregoriev, will you?

Yes, sir.

I understand you've been driving Comrade Colonel Philby lately.

Yes, Comrade General. Up to Christmas.

Where have you been driving him?

Gregoriev, do you know who I am?

So tell me. Where did you drive him?

Comrade General, I've been forbidden to...

Gregoriev, you have a wife and two children.

You think they will like you driving an open Jeep in Afghanistan?

So... where did you drive Colonel Philby?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Comrade Professor Krilov? Yes.

My name is General Karpov.

May I have a word?

Come in.

Professor Krilov... in the interests of the state...

..I want you to tell me the plan

that you and Philby have been discussing with Govorshin.

What authority have you got for this?

My authority is my rank and my service.

If you have no signed authority from the Comrade General Chairman,

you have no authority at all.

In fact, I might draw his attention to your line of questioning.

That might not be a very good idea.

Did you know that Philby has already gone missing?

What do you mean, gone missing?

Disappeared.

The rumour is that he is dead.

Shot on Govorshin's orders.

Well, that is not my concern.

The man is reckless and weak.

No doubt he has overstepped the mark.

That mark is easily overstepped.

You have a son, for instance.

But...

..this can't be.

You know we do not...

tolerate these "golden boys".

Five years in a labour camp.

Not everyone survives that.

The dirt, the beatings...

..sodomy.

I regard this report as alarmist,

irresponsible and supported by insufficient evidence.

Evidence?! Can't you read?

That metal disc can only be used

as part of a trigger for an atom bomb!

That remains to be seen.

Don't think I don't know what's going on, Preston.

You're trying to worm your way back into favour

by dreaming up some far-fetched drama,

of which you yourself, naturally, are the hero.

And you're kicking out anybody

who doesn't make themselves available to kiss your arse.

But if you were to look at this thing straight,

just for a moment, you might see

that there is something going on out there.

It is my prerogative, as head of this country's security service...

Acting head, sunshine!

And if you ask me, you're acting like a complete arsehole!

"No... further... action."

And you are suspended for insubordination.

Indefinitely.

MAN: Fucking hell, Bazza, look what we got 'ere.

Think it'll bite me if I feed it?

What you stinking out this carriage for, you bloody wog?

Yeah, fuck off back to the jungle.

Look at me when I'm talking to you, come on, bitch!

Just go and die somewhere! Fucking hell.

Why don't all you black bastards just fuck off back to the jungle?

And take your commie fucking bastard mates with you.

What's your problem, toerag? You two related, eh?

ARCHERS THEME PLAYS ON RADIO

Hello, Joan. Hello.

I'm staying in tonight.

You can take the evening off if you want.

Thanks, Mr Preston.

Hi, Dad. Hi, Tiger.

HE MAKES BATTLE NOISES

Who's winning? I am.

TV: 'And police reports indicated

'that rioting continued today in the black townships

'outside Johannesburg, Pretoria and Cape Town.'

Come on, Tiger.

Bed.

'Scuffles broke out today between demonstrators and police

'as a further squadron of American F-111 strike bombers

'arrived at the US Air Force base at Baywaters.

'The F-111s, constituting the backbone

'of the American nuclear capability strike force in Britain,

'had flown non-stop from Texas, refuelling in mid-Atlantic.'

DOOR CLOSES

Hey.

You looking for someone? No, not really.

You got a room here?

No, but I've got my car.

Let's go, then.

What do you wanna do?

MAN GROANS

MAN STRAINS

MAN WHIMPERS

MAN SCREAMS

MAN GAGS

TV: 'And very soon, I would say.

'They don't like this one bit, as you can see,

'but Daddy's in now, whether he likes it or not

'and I don't think any referee could stop him.

'Technically, his real name is Akiro.

'Getting the worst of it at the moment.

'He's taking it all out on him.

'There's the splash. There it is, the full splash.

'He'll never get up from that.' BELL RINGS ON TV

DOORBELL RINGS

'Not with that weight on him.

'And just eight minutes 49...

'..of this 20-minute tag contest

'has Daddy and Lee the winners, three falls to one.'

Hey, Jim.

Me and Eileen have been figuring you could use a little entertainment.

Well, actually, I'm rather busy at the moment.

Hell, you ain't too busy to be watching TV.

Why don't you come out to the base for a few beers?

Yes, all right, thank you. That would be lovely.

Erm, just give me a couple of minutes, OK?

♪ Any time they tear down Your symbols

♪ And they're burning you In effigy

♪ Yet the time that they're living You know it's made for themselves

♪ And of another eternity... ♪

You ever done any bowling, Jimmy?

♪ Oh, America, baby... ♪

Goddamn!

You're pretty good, Jimmy. Yeah, too damn good.

I'm gonna have to find something I can beat you at.

MUSIC: 'Wake up, Little Susie' by The Everly Brothers

♪ What are we gonna tell your pop?

♪ What are we gonna Tell our friends

♪ When they say ooh-la-la... ♪

Bartender!

Oh, now, don't tell me you've reached your limit, Jimmy boy?

I usually try and stop after a gallon or so.

No shit. You need vodka.

Marty, come here.

Give us two large Moscow mules, pronto.

Maybe that'll kick a hole in that famous British reserve.

♪ Wake up, little Susie, wake up

♪ Wake up, little Susie Wake up... ♪

Nostrovya. That's Ruskie for "up yours".

Nostrovya.

♪ Wake up, little Susie Wake up, little Susie

♪ Well, what are we gonna Tell your mama?

♪ What are we gonna tell your pop? ♪

MUSIC: 'Stand By Your Man' by Tammy Wynette

♪ Sometimes, it's hard To be a woman

♪ Giving all your love... ♪

Cool.

You British are real cool.

Most of these boys are just all hat and no cattle.

Sounds painful.

But I ought to be getting back, Eileen.

Yeah? Mm-hm.

♪ But if you love him... # OK.

♪ You'll forgive him... ♪

Yeah, you get real bored around here.

These people treat us like such dopes.

To tell the truth, I sometimes wonder what we're doing here at all.

Yes, I can understand that.

Do you get bored, too, Jimmy?

Bored stiff?

I ought to be getting back.

WHIRRING

Come to fly a kite, sir?

Now I'll land it.

Very good.

Go and get it, Tim.

It's an interesting report, John.

You're pretty sure about this, I take it?

That somewhere out there

there's a Soviet agent assembling an atomic bomb?

Yes.

I don't suppose you heard.

A sleeper transmitter has just gone active in East Anglia.

Sent two messages.

The first two weeks ago,

but the second soon after your Glasgow incident.

So he's already asked for a replacement disc?

And if you were still on the case, how would you track him down?

Well, we know he's at least one component short.

I would start by working on the recent immigration records

of all Soviet bloc citizens, try to pick out the courier.

All right.

I can get you those records.

I'll have them brought round to your flat.

OK.

Just keep Harcourt-Smith off my back.

Oh, he's much too busy working on his knighthood.

THEY CHUCKLE

Timmy!

BLEEPING

First of all, there'll be a core of uranium,

probably round and about five inches in diameter.

Now, there'll be a two-inch diameter hole right through the centre.

Over here, we have a two-inch diameter rod,

also uranium-235.

Now, when the rod is rammed into the heart of the fissionable core,

the mass of the two together rises beyond the critical threshold

and that's when things start to get exciting.

The fissionable core will explode only if

at the moment of criticality

it's bombarded by a blizzard of neutrons,

and the blizzard is created by the initiator -

lithium and the polonium.

What is it that sends the plug down the tube into the mass?

Any old plastic explosive. I believe you know about that.

So, what we're looking for is some plastic explosive, detonator,

two small discs, a tube,

a round metal case and a rod of uranium.

'And the uranium ball.

'The thing about uranium, it's heavy, twice as heavy as lead.'

That ball alone would take a strong man to lift two-handed. Mm.

But in size, it's about as big as a small football?

'Yeah. A child's football.'

If an atomic bomb explodes on an American base,

they'll be blamed for a nuclear accident

and the British will kick them out.

That will destroy NATO.

But if Petrofsky is caught with those components,

Russia will be blamed for breaking the Fourth Protocol.

Govorshin will have forced us back into the Cold War.

Denounce him to the President.

On what evidence?

What about this professor, er... Kirov?

Krilov? Krilov.

Krilov would change his story in five minutes

if he lived that long.

And then Govorshin would simply destroy me.

He'd destroy us all!

Govorshin need not last forever.

I want to die in my bed.

No. I can't.

So... what will you do?

Watch.

Wait.

ORCHESTRA PLAY

WOMAN: Hiya. MAN: Good evening.

LAUGHTER AND MUSIC

MUSIC CONTINUES

TICKING

HE GROANS

MAN: Next, please.

May I have a look at your ticket, please?

Thank you.

SHUTTER CLICKS

Thank you, sir. Danke.

Hi, Tiger.

Haven't you finished playing yet? Not yet.

Can I have a go? Mm-hm.

Press one of those there.

Charne is from East Germany.

Dussiaux. Where's he from? Yugoslavia.

Duskie... pfft... wicz is from?

Czechoslovakia.

And Dutz... ch... zzch is from?

Poland. Poland.

And they all came into Heathrow in February and March

and nobody could pronounce their names.

JOHN CHUCKLES

Mrs Vadenan?

How was your journey from Finland?

Very comfortable, thank you.

Mr Ross.

Let me take your bags.

Irina Vassilievna, Soviet Army Artillery, Research Directorate.

Specialising in the design

and construction of atomic shells, I know.

Valeri Petrofsky. How do you do?

How do you do?

Unfortunately, we have a problem, though.

We're still missing one component.

We got your message.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Yeah? 'John, we've got a break.'

Barry, what is it?

'It's the lead we've been looking for.'

Yeah? 'I'm on my way.'

I'll be ready.

JET ENGINE WHOOSHES

This way.

Here we are.

And where are you sleeping?

We're husband and wife, remember?

I think not, Comrade Major.

TYRES SQUEAL

BRAKES SCREECH

So what have we got? Austrian, name of Winkler.

He had a duff visa, so immigration checked out the passport.

It's forged all right.

And Winkler was the name of a spy

the FBI busted three years ago in California.

We ran it through the computer,

found out his real name was Ivan Timoshenko -

a KGB agent specialising in radio equipment.

The transmitter in East Anglia. Yes.

And we've just heard he's booked on the 6:30 to Colchester tonight.

We've got 15 minutes. We'd better get a move on.

TYRES SQUEAL I'm doing my best, John.

TANNOY: 'Platform six for the 18:30 to Clacton.

'Calling at Shenfield, Chelmsford, Witham and Colchester.'

Where will I be working? Upstairs, in the attic.

So...

..how about a drink?

MAN: Mind out! MAN 2: Oi!

TYRES SCREECH

SCREECHING INTENSIFIES

TANNOY: 'Here is an announcement.

'The 18:35 from Norwich will now arrive at platform three.

'At platform three.'

SHE GASPS Don't!

Keep that away from the ball.

How big is this bomb gonna be?

One and a half kilotons.

It should devastate about two square miles.

That's a lot of damage.

I imagine it'll kill somewhere between 2,000 and 5,000 people.

Hand me that battery.

Tighten those struts, will you?

There we are. Armed and primed.

Now... you'll have two hours.

To detonate, turn the key 90 degrees clockwise,

press the button, then the timer's running.

Is that clear?

THUNDER CLAPS, RAINFALL PATTERS

OK, let's move this.

Good. When do I get the go signal?

The Radio Moscow English newscast's at nine.

When you hear the words "Colonel Gaddafi" in the third item.

Colonel Gaddafi. OK.

Wait. Now I have to give you this.

Is everything all right?

Yes.

Just confirming your instructions.

I turn the key clockwise, press the button...

then I have two hours before detonation.

Yes. Two hours.

I suppose I ought to tell Moscow we're ready.

But before I go...

I thought you'd get to that.

THUNDER CLAPS, RAINFALL PATTERS

Press down. That's it, now press down.

SHE GROANS

SHE LAUGHS

Don't.

The key... GUNSHOT

JET ENGINE ROARS

Your friend's arrived, Mr Hardcastle.

Oh, thanks.

Thank you.

Hi, Barry. What d'you find out?

The place is owned by two Greek Cypriots.

Entered the country in '76.

Must have been in deep cover ever since.

The KGB is really pulling out the family silver on this one.

Does Irvine think the transmitter's based here? Yeah.

How about Winkler? He's still in there.

Who'd you bring with you? George.

He's parked in a company Transit down the road.

Oh, well, you boys have everything covered,

so I think I'll go and get some sleep.

HE SIGHS

John. What is it?

Winkler's leaving. Let him go.

But he could be out of the country by tomorrow.

So he'll tell Moscow that the Maldon transmitter is secure.

And recently serviced.

Winkler's only small fry.

I think the jackpot's in that cafe.

And I feel lucky.

TV: 'Anti-nuclear protesters have continued to stream into Suffolk

'in preparation for tomorrow's demonstration at Baywaters,

'the American strike bomber airbase.'

PROTESTERS CHANT

'The organisers of the rally

'claim that by tomorrow attendance would top 50,000

'in protest at the tactical nuclear weapons

'carried by the F-111s based there.

'They said the demonstration would make its point peacefully...'

RADIO BUZZES 'John? Barry?

'There's a man standing at the end of the road.'

What does he look like?

'Tall, well-built, wearing a raincoat.

'He looks as though he's carrying something.

'He's moving towards the cafe.'

SHUTTER CLICKS

Got him. Let me see.

What's he carrying? I don't know.

It's a motorcycle helmet.

Get over to the chalet, George, and stand by the phone. Right.

'John?' Yeah.

'I've found the motorbike. Engine's still hot.'

Fix a bleeper and come back here.

BLEEPING

Yes?

A message from the transmitter in Britain, General Govorshin.

Everything in place, awaiting signal.

Very well. Sir.

ENGINE TURNS OVER

BLEEPING INTENSIFIES

George? 'Yes, John.'

Tell Irvine to hit the Greeks now. You guide them in.

You wanna take the next left.

And then right.

This guy's really moving.

Where are we now?

We're into Suffolk, and we're heading towards Ipswich.

MONOTONE BLEEPING

He's stopped... in the town.

And then right again at the next one.

He's still there.

That's over four minutes.

BLEEPING INTENSIFIES

This must be it.

SIREN WAILS

What's happening?

There's been a big accident. The main road's blocked.

HORN TOOTS

LOUDSPEAKER: '...stopping their work.

'Back, everybody. There could be danger.'

SIRENS BLARE

Hang on, Barry.

Right, keep moving.

Come on now, move it on now.

Barry! Pull out!

Pull out, quickly!

TYRES SCREECH, CLATTERING

You maniac!

Come on!

Come on.

It's him. Blue XR3. TYRES SQUEAL

Stop! Stop! Argh!

TRUCK HORN HONKS

TYRES SCREECH

BOTH: Argh!

HONKS HORN

SCREAMING You're mad!

PEDESTRIANS SCREAM

Who signed for this van? You did.

CHANTING: Ban the bomb!

RAF Baywaters.

It's the American nuclear base. That's where he's heading.

HORN HONKS

PROTESTORS CHANT

INTERMITTENT HONKING

He's turned off to the right.

Looks like a dead end.

Keep going for about half a mile.

I'll be in touch.

MAN: Ban the bomb!

HORN TOOTS

CHANTING CONTINUES

'Two people who are believed to have been responsible for the attack

'were later shot dead by soldiers.

'We'll have our next news at 11 o'clock.

'# All over the country

'# Always here with you... #'

RINGS DOORBELL

'# Radio 2. #'

Good morning, madam, I've come to read the meter.

What, now? My identification.

Jim Ross. That's right. How long has he lived here?

Two months. Does he live alone?

No, a woman arrived, day before yesterday.

I think it's his wife.

So what's all this about, then?

I want to borrow this house for a little while.

What?!

That's not his wife over there, you know?

He murdered his wife...

and three children, with a shotgun.

Oh, my God!

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO

WATCH CLICKS

'This is Tonight on the North American service of Radio Moscow.

'Just in case you tuned in late, I'm Nikolai Kornikov.

'And I'd like to remind you that with me in the studio

'are two Soviet jazz critics, Alexey Batashev and Dmitri Ukhov.

'And we are going to listen to some in-depth jazz,

'coming to you on your North American service of Radio Moscow.'

HE SIGHS DEEPLY

Our friend is in Cherry Haze Close, north-west of the airbase.

I'm in the house opposite, number 14.

It's the solar house at the end of the row.

Come in over the waste ground at the rear, the back door is open. Out.

Sir Nigel Irvine, please.

'And with that we end. From Radio Moscow.

'Hello, everybody.

'Today we'll announce the results of our Russian language contest.'

I'm in here, Barry.

Upstairs. Front bedroom. Number 12.

I think there's someone in the attic as well.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello, Chief.

Yes, he's in the house next to the American airbase at Baywaters.

Yeah, I think we should.

John, Bill, let's go!

Captain Lyndhurst, assault team commander.

Is Preston here? Through there.

I'm Julian Lyndhurst. John Preston.

Have they told you anything? Just that he's a terrorist.

Oh, he's more than just a terrorist.

He is a top Soviet agent. A pro.

Is he alone? Maybe there's a woman in there.

He's armed with a bomb.

How big a bomb?

Atomic bomb.

♪ Deep in my heart I do believe

♪ That we shall overcome someday. ♪

CLASSICAL MUSIC ON RADIO

QUIET THUD

SWITCHES RADIO OFF

SWITCHES RADIO ON

RADIO PLAYS THROUGH MICROPHONE

CLASSICAL MUSIC BLARES ON RADIO

'The time is nine o'clock.

'You are listening to the English language service of Radio Moscow.

'And here is the news. Your reader - Paul Koslow.'

'In Afghanistan today, democratic government forces,

'assisted by their Soviet comrades in arms,

'continued their sweep against fascist CIA-backed rebels...

'Our correspondent in Kabul

'reports that the government forces...'

WHITE NOISE

'Entering Cherry Haze, 15 seconds.'

Go ahead.

'And large areas of the valley have been liberated

'and restored to democratic control.

'The arrival of Government and Soviet forces

'have, everywhere, been greeted with jubilation...'

Ginger!

Hold position. There's a civilian on the street.

Ginger!

MEWING Ginger. Come on.

Ginger, come down from there.

'We're bloody exposed out here.'

'..while trying to escape to join the rebels...'

Here, Ginger!

Ginger, easy now. Ginger.

'..predicted further record grain harvests this year

'for Soviet agriculture.

'To a cheering crowd of farm workers...'

Easy. Easy.

MEWING

HE WHISPERS: Oh, for Christ's sake.

Ginger!

BUSHES RUSTLE

GRUNTING

'..fruit, hogs and corn,

'and thus setting an example to the whole nation.

'In Libya today, progressive Arab leaders

'invited by the Libyan leader, Colonel Gaddafi,

'met to discuss further measures

'in the continuing struggle against American and Zionist imperialism

'in the Middle East.' SWITCHES RADIO OFF

SWITCH CLICKS OVER EARPHONES

FOOTSTEPS OVER EARPHONES

RUSTLING OVER EARPHONES

BOY GRUNTS Let me go!

Let me go!

Shut up.

Now!

GUNSHOTS

DISTANT SCREAMING

HE GRUNTS

PETROFSKY GROANS

Don't shoot. It's me!

HE GROANS WEAKLY

GUNSHOTS

LOUDSPEAKER: 'Go back into your house and remain there.'

We needed to talk to him!

Sorry, boss. Orders.

SCREAMING OUTSIDE 'Stay away from the windows.'

JET ENGINE ROARS

TYRES SQUEAL

BRAKES SCREECH

BRAKES SQUEAL

I'll be a couple of minutes. OK, Dad.

We are gathered here today

to give thanks for the life of our friend, Sir Bernard Hemmings.

We are grateful for the privilege of having known him.

For all of us, I believe, have had our lives enriched and enhanced

by the example he has set us.

For Bernard conducted himself throughout his distinguished career

with unfailing cheerfulness,

with generosity of spirit and with charity.

In commemorating him today,

I do not think it is too much to say...

Excuse me. Thank you.

..that his passing marks the end of an era.

It is our fervent desire that he may gain here the peace...

Preston.

What do you want?

I've been trying to speak to you for two weeks.

I want to know why the Russian was killed.

I believe he was crawling towards an atomic bomb at the time.

No, he wasn't.

He was executed on your orders.

Or was it on yours, General?

Why did you send Winkler, your man with the obviously forged passport,

to lead us to Petrofsky?

You deliberately wasted the whole operation.

Why did you do that, General?

You and Irvine set it up, didn't you?

You gave us Petrofsky

in return for the evidence that you will use to destroy Govorshin.

You could well become the next Chairman of the KGB.

Preston, you're out of your depth.

It's all a game to you, isn't it?

You don't give a shit about anything except your lousy careers,

neither of you.

It's about time they put you in a fucking museum.

Do you think he'll talk?

Dad!

Where we going? Home.

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