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The analysis is that they are long -term sleepers. But it appears they've

assumed the botched radio contact from Moscow was an activation signal to start

their operation.

An operation that was secretly hatched off back in the Cold War.

They met again, sir. This time, they right -handed over what looks like a can

film.

I think it might be some sort of Soviet attempt to infiltrate the British media.

What I've seen on the box, they achieved that years ago.

Get in! Get in!

I told you this would happen.

They caught us cold.

I don't suppose you're any closer to figuring out what the hell is going on.

It's not another woman.

It's the right age, love.

There's plenty of young lasses down in that brewery. Wouldn't mind a ding -dong

with a married man.

Physically, he hasn't changed a great deal.

But agent Sergei Rublev.

First director at KGB has become Jeremy Cowart, executive director, Hamilton

Purchase Investment Bank.

One down, one to go, I think.

Sergey, I got an awful feeling this time it's not the DFF.

Bugger.

Looks like Dogba down near Ninth Bridge.

The plumbing is still apparently a nightmare.

A friend of mine told me the state of the lavatories, even in a top -class

in Moscow, is still quite deplorable.

And the food.

Yeah.

Here we go.

Changing cars.

Every two hours on the hour.

Professional watchers, for sure.

God. Christ.

I could kill you.

Stupid, stupid bastard.

Oh, give it a rest. Well, why else would the KGB be camped at my doorstep?

They're not normally there.

Innocence, you showed up.

Car 11.

Car 11.

I've arrived at the address.

No sign of the parcel yet.

Cast off his imposition.

I really don't understand why we are not making contact.

Bringing someone in from the field is a delicate operation. They have been out

there for 25 years. Now, patience, Major.

Patience.

Don't lecture me on patience, comrade.

This is precisely because of my patience that we actually located this man.

It's always the bloody same with you, isn't it, Sergei? Blame everybody but

yourself. For all we know, it could be you who traced me.

How the blazes could they have traced me? You must have led them here, you

cretin. For crying out loud. Does it matter?

They're here.

And that's what we've got to deal with. If you have any sense of decency, you

get the hell out of here. They follow you and give me a sporting chance to get

out of here.

All right, so go.

That's what you want.

Don't come back.

Dickhead.

I don't know why we don't pick him up now.

Because the I .D. does not go around London in the middle of the night

on people's doors and dragging them out of bed.

Might be considered incompatible with our status as trade officials.

You do intend to bring him in, don't you?

You lift him now, you might blow his cover.

As Jeremy Carr, Rublev has become an international financier. Think about

That could be invaluable to the Soviet Union right now. That's not for you to

decide. My orders are to find them and bring them in.

What's the matter?

Somebody there.

Who is it? How the hell should I know?

Is it one of them? I don't know.

He's not making a copy of property, but he wouldn't, would he?

We could rush him.

Don't be such an idiot.

I want him picked up.

You have no experience of dealing with an agent in the field.

Leave it to a professional. Oh, no.

I worked very hard on this.

You're obsessive.

Okay, so you found the guy. So learn to relax.

Go out. Get drunk. Get laid. But for Christ's sake, get off my back.

Oh, I see.

Just because I don't spend my time getting drunk and getting laid, I'm

obsessive, am I?

Well, the truth is, perhaps I'm only doing my job.

Then please allow me to do mine, Major.

Go in now.

There's a window in there. It leads to the car park.

Water of a century undercover.

It will be an honor to be there when we first say hello.

Push, man, push.

Stop, you fat fool. You bastard.

You're all right, sir.

This is something in my room you needed, sir.

No, I'm fine. Absolutely fine.

And look at that. That window is very small.

He's certainly dealing with a class act here.

You're not leaving without me. I'm staying right with you.

Open my side first.

He's got central locking, for God's sake.

Morris. Huh? We've forgotten Morris.

What? I promised Sharon. Go back and get him. You go.

You're leaving without me. I know you.

He, of course, had nerves of steel.

But at least he was English operating in England.

Rublev must be made of iron to tough it out all these years.

What the hell are you doing? We're in a hurry, aren't we?

Two of them.

Tower 11 here. We've got a high -speed delivery, but we have two parcels.

Repeat, two parcels.

Two parcels?

Identification. Mail.

Unknown.

Silence.

I've done my job.

I hope you really do know how to do yours.

Debacle.

Debacle is the word, George.

You get special branch to kick in the door of a television producer, haul him

off the third degree, seize his goods and chattels, and for what?

No good reason that I can see now, sir.

Whatever the Russians are up to, I think we're agreed that it will hardly

involve interminable footage of the 1966 World Cup final. I would have to

concede that, sir, yes.

So shall I return the film to the studio, sir?

Of course not.

They're threatening legal action, sir.

Apparently, this is the only footage that shows whether Jeff Hurst's disputed

goal was in or not.

I sometimes wonder what you have between your ears, George.

They've paid a fortune for it. They're very anxious to get it back. What?

MI5 says, sorry, here's your film back.

Good Lord, men, the press would have a field day. I told the Home Office that

was priority A1. So burn the bloody thing in the national interest.

Right, sir.

And George?

If you want to stay in counter -espionage, you better shape up and find

what the Russians are really up to.

Richfield, you're an asshole.

You put a major dent in my covert operations budget and look what you come

with.

This Major Grishnow is still the key to it, sir. So you keep telling me. What, a

top -notch electronics expert sent in to pick up this heap of junk? It's okay, I

goofed there, sir.

Bet your sweet ass you goofed. That radio's so old it probably still picks

Tokyo Rose from World War II.

You better find out what these reds are really up to, or here I'm at your rack.

I probably won't be in the office for a couple of days.

No, no, no, I'll call in.

Okay. Bye.

Oh, Serena, look, bring Alison, will you, and say I'm very sorry, but I can't

make it this evening.

Yeah, OK, bye.

Where are we heading for?

The place I've got tucked away.

Is this one going to be Morris Mouse?

Just a minute, love.

We've had rows, but who hasn't?

Nothing that should lead to this.

He loves the kids.

He always has.

What do you make to this deception business mentioned in the letter?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

Mrs. Robinson, I don't want you to waste your money.

Now, to be brutally frank, if your husband has simply walked out and left

it's most likely for another woman.

Yes, well, that's what everybody reckons.

But I know him.

I've got a feeling there's something to it. It's past.

He was an orphan.

Oh, was he?

Well, why is past particularly?

I mean, has something come up?

Well, it's just that it's always been very truthful, but...

He lied to me about why he went to London recently.

Mum, I want him to find Morris.

Morris? A monkey.

My husband took him to London and lost him.

Oh, you've got a monkey, have you? He's not a real monkey. He's a toy.

Ah.

Ta -da!

Meet Max.

Max, Serena, Serena, Max.

Very smart.

Ready for JC.

He collects cuddly toys.

Is he in?

No, Ali, not today.

And he's left a message for you.

Dinner's off, I'm afraid.

Oh, that's good.

That's really good.

I'll get that clutch looked at if I were you.

Hey, there's a photograph of this woman in your flat as well.

Is that out of France?

Reservations, please.

Who isn't, sirs?

What flights do you have to Paris this afternoon, please?

She's an old friend.

I'd like to reserve two first -class seats, please.

I haven't got a passport.

Yes, the names Coward and Robinson.

I still need a passport, whichever flight we take.

For God's sake, I'm laying a false trail.

Yes, sure.

We'll be to do.

What are we doing then?

You must know we're going there.

Still there?

Yep.

They've stopped somewhere in the village.

The labs have just rushed these up.

Well, except that second guy is Zelensky.

No kidding.

Looks like we panicked these guys and they've gone on the run.

So, change of plan.

We're going to make contact now.

What the hell are they doing with a toy monkey?

Perhaps he's the third man.

Why don't we go and ask them?

Sergei!

Sergei, there's someone at the door!

Forgive the intrusion. We rarely observe the formalities in the village. A

bankrupt David Bancroft.

Dave.

Albert Robinson.

Nice piece, that. Used to warm the old Bishop of Oxford's bed.

Oh.

Don't tell me it's the roof again.

Pardon? Are you here for the thatched roof?

No, no. I'm a friend of... Oh, sorry.

I saw the car.

Is he around?

He's upstairs.

Rumbling noises about the bypass again, I'm afraid. Getting up a petition.

Would you care to stick your moniker on it?

Strictly speaking, of course, you should be a resident, but the DOT are hardly

playing fair.

Oh, hello, Dave. How are you?

This is Albert Grimsdyke. Used to open the bowling for Eccles.

Looked North -like.

Really? Hmm.

Eccles.

Is that Lancashire League standard?

Just about.

I've been asked to skip at the village site again next season, rather hoping

that Thrasher Coward will be around a bit more to prop up the middle order.

Any chance that you might be able to pop down with him for the odd fixture?

Oh, I've not played for ages. I'm afraid we're nothing special, but old Smudger

Smith can still make him fizzle up off the length.

I'd like to see you two in tandem.

Oh, sorry.

Urgent message on the car phone.

Come on.

Come on!

Surely it's quite simple.

We walk up to the front door, ring the bell and say, Good morning, we are from

the KGB, remember us?

For Christ's sake, will you let me handle this? Yes, if you'll get on with

Take the next one to the right.

The right on top of it.

Same house on the right. I got it.

You wait here.

I help you at all.

For God's sake, what's going on?

They bugged the car.

Can't be far away.

Oh, Christ.

All right, relax. I got shot of it.

I bowed them a bit of a googly, actually.

We needed eight off the last over, and it was just the sawbones and me.

Well, he's well over 60. I'm not so nippy on his pins. Aye, they'll say,

So I just gave it the old heave -ho and out it popped.

Yeah, they're terrific, aren't they, until you lose them.

Yeah, yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you know?

Here it is.

Lucky.

No, don't put it in. Come inside and we'll give it a rinse. No, I'll be fine,

I'll be fine.

No, honey, I really think you ought to clean it.

He's always losing things, aren't you, dear?

The 1979 team was a vintage side.

Do you know it took the chipping Norton second 11 to beat us? He does say.

Oh, look, honey.

Isn't that Jeremy?

Do you know Jeremy?

Old Thrasher coward?

Well, blow me.

Yes, in fact, he's the reason we're here.

He's a very old friend of ours.

Oh, and a good friend of the village, too.

Largely due to Jeremy that we still have a roof on the church. He took the

restoration fund and tripled it in some city deal. Oh, we were in the area.

Thought we'd drop in on old Thrasher and see him. But we haven't got his

address. Problem solved.

He's got 90 ,000 pounds worth of precision engineering for this.

It stands to reason. If they booked you back there after, they'd know what it

looks like.

Yes, I knew it. I knew it.

From the first moment you got in touch, no messing.

I should have killed you. Oh, stop mulling.

It's tax.

It's got six months of multi.

What more do you want?

In fact, they were put in much later, after Cromwell had knocked it about a

There is, however, one surviving Norman arch round the back.

Come on, lots to see.

Right, Dave, thanks.

Now, I really can't let you go without seeing the nave, quite unique of its

period. I'm sure it is, Dave, but we are most keen to see Jeremy.

I'm sorry, Dave, we're on a bit of a tight schedule, but this sure is one

of a historic village.

Indeed, but one under threat from the new motorway, I'm afraid.

I wonder, would you care to sign my petition?

Yeah.

I haven't been to Scotland before.

I'm looking forward to it. Yes, so am I.

I had rather hoped I might be up there sometime this year.

Give over.

I'm throwing them right off the fence.

Yes, yes, all right.

Surely you could have struck a better deal than this. I mean, a Jag or a Merc

something.

Never going to speak of it.

Better to be late in this world than early in the next.

Hey, look.

They're not Scotland.

Let's give them a lift.

Don't be idiotic.

It's more Califlan.

Four in this wreck and we'd never get there, would we, you clown?

Er, Bonnie Scotland, is it, girl?

No. Sorry.

It's not on our roof. Of course it is.

Hey, girl!

Girl! Come back.

Hop in.

As I say, he dashed off in a bit of a hurry.

Obviously not back yet.

I guess you're right, Dave.

Oh, well.

Can't be helped.

Many thanks, Dave.

A pleasure to have met you.

Indeed. I hope to see you another time.

Any friend of Jeremy's? Sure, sure.

Thanks a lot, Dave. Bye.

Bye. Bye.

You wasted weeks of painstaking work.

You had them, and you let them go.

You are the professional.

What do you suggest we do now?

I suggest that we take a look inside this place.

Afternoon.

Good afternoon.

I'd say it was related to half the guys in East Kilbride.

Well, holidays aside, we don't want you three getting up to any monkey business.

If you want me to.

Your Auntie Edie's had an electric blanket and half of her kitchen has her

The most important thing to tell her is that if she sees anyone watching the

house, she's to go straight to the police.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

Running off, taking up with this crowd?

Yeah, well, it's a bit difficult to explain, really.

Tell her I love her.

Oh, God.

I forgot to give him Morris.

That just makes the perfect end to a perfect day.

Yeah, Albert George Robinson.

You'll need to go to St. Catherine's House, Kingsway. I need a copy of his

certificate, etc.

Men.

Bloody, bloody men.

They're all bastards.

All of them.

I'd go a bit easy if I were you.

You're genuinely such a sweet message on my answer machine.

It's not really him you see, it's me.

I'm a disaster area.

I terrify them.

Tell a man I care for them and they run a mile. Come on, honey.

Charles even left me to become a bloody Jesuit priest.

Well, I don't imagine Jeremy's done that.

No, I bet he's run off to New York.

Oh, God.

Oh, poor Jeremy.

Want some breakfast?

It's all in hard juice.

It's in there.

Polluting the river.

Bacon.

Eggs.

Black pudding.

Sausages.

Tomatoes.

Fried bread.

Fresh orange juice.

Crustle. Black coffee. Blue mountain, freshly ground.

How easy will it be to hide a boat up there? I know some people.

I've got the cash.

It's part of the problem.

What will we do when we get to Ireland?

I don't know about you, but I have to be going to America.

It's all right for some, isn't it? Oh, stop whinging.

If it wasn't for me, we'd be having red cabbage for breakfast.

Bye!

See you, mate! They're going.

Christ, left the money in the car.

Thank God.

You and your bloody money.

Not everyone's on the make, you know.

Out of a good Latin.

What it is to be young, eh?

Shut up, Amoris. There's a good chat.

Soon got a long way to go.

We will continue round -the -clock surveillance on his flat and on his

But low profile.

And I mean low profile.

I also want us to discreetly find out in the city everything that we can about

Jeremy Coward.

Okay, get on with it.

That all?

We were unlucky.

No, we weren't. We blew it.

Too much of this peace shit. We've lost our edge.

But those guys haven't. After 25 years, they're a razor sharp.

We still don't know whether they're loyal or they've been turned.

We don't know what kind of dangerous lunacy they're up to. We don't know jack

shit, Gustav.

Andrei Zorin.

What the hell was that old screwball up to?

He is now willing to stand a kilometer away from the bread.

Igor, do you respect me?

Yes, of course, very much so.

But do you think I'm obsessive?

Well, not really.

Victor thinks I am.

He probably means you make it obvious this operation is very important to you.

But surely it's important to all of us.

But work isn't everything.

What do you mean?

For instance, I'm always asking you out, but you never...

Perhaps you don't

respect me.

I do.

I think you're fine.

In that case, I've got tickets for the new Ekborn play.

But I bet you won't come.

I will.

I'll be delighted.

You call to Moscow on Scrambler's ready, Major.

Oh, well.

Back to work.

Bloody hell, slow down, Sergei.

God, there's arseholes on the road these days.

Dickhead.

I bet he's all right. He'll be laughing his chuffing socks off.

Ah, well, he just wanted Sandra to know, like, he's obviously very worried about

her. Worried about her? Don't make me sick.

He left her with three kids to clothe and feed.

I'll give him worried when I get hold of him.

Did you know this chap he was with?

No, never seen any of them before.

Them?

Who else was there?

Yeah, well, they were with a couple of lasses.

What do you mean, lasses, Percy?

Young girls.

Fancy hairdos, you know.

With these skirts and that.

What did I tell you?

And right.

by the sound of it.

Well, at least it looks like we might be getting to the bottom of this.

I think we're finally getting somewhere.

This vicar is a long -time member of TND. His wife was at Greenham Commons,

he's been stirring up trouble with this local motorway business.

And Playwright went up there with a team and spent over an hour with him. Yes.

Took three personnel and two cars.

I could have Chekov and the others flung out for this, but I'd like to know more

about this vicar, George.

No clogs smashing indoors this time, though. Right, sir.

I mean it, George.

I don't want any trouble with a blessed bishop.

Understood, sir.

And, George, you're certain that the cousins haven't got a sniff of this one?

Doubt it.

Expect they're in the dark, as usual.

Carl? Sir?

Soviet agents Grishna and Chekhov arrived in the village at 1327 hours.

They seemed to be looking for something.

They spent some time questioning this guy.

But what they were really interested in was this place.

Now, they were looking through the windows and they checked out the front

the back. Sir?

Thank you, Carl.

And thank you, Agents Schwartz and O 'Reilly for the happy snaps.

Now, the cottage is owned by an Englishman by the name of Jeremy Coward.

He's an executive director of an American investment bank.

So, we have a legitimate interest here.

Carl?

Carl!

Affirmative, sir.

It's becoming clear what the red game plan is.

In this new era, they're switching from military to financial and industrial

espionage.

And this guy, Coward, is obviously a prime target.

All we know is he said he'd phone in, and he hasn't.

He's not at any of his regular numbers, and his car phone has been discontinued.

Plus, last night he missed a very important dinner engagement concerning

transfer to the New York office.

He was moving to New York?

Yes.

He asked to go.

Look, I'm taking no chances here.

Roger, I want you and Allison to conduct an immediate internal audit of all his

portfolios.

I warned you.

It's not a Maserati.

You have to drive a car like this with care, Sergei.

Ferrari. It was a bloody Ferrari.

Stop calling me Sergei. My name is Jeremy.

Will you once and for all get that into your fat, stupid head?

I don't call you Vladimir.

If you call me Sergei just one more time, I'm going to strangle you with my

hands. All right?

We're not going to get it fixed like this, are we?

Can we expect the pleasure of your company again soon, Major?

That's a matter for the Directorate. My orders are to return to Moscow

immediately.

Sorry, I'll miss the theater, Igor.

They want me to make a full report.

You must send me a copy.

I can't wait to read it.

Fantastic. Bloody fantastic.

Are you sure?

Well, you've got nothing for that name and date of birth at all.

Yeah, okay, right, thanks.

One I owe you.

Well, we're just here for a couple of days, you know, I needed a break.

Aye, well, I expect I'll be seeing you for a couple of drums. Yeah.

I'll just find you a wee box, and your man here can carry them out to the car,

Mr. Jeremy.

Thinks I'll be a bloody servant. I really can't imagine why.

Where's the meat pie?

Save it for me. I'll be back in a minute. Yeah, all right.

Currents are treacherous out there this time of year. We only come 12 ,000 miles

before I fly a little current.

Us McKinleys are made of harder stuff than that. It's not your courage that's

question. It's the risk to the boat. Our ancestors came from that island.

Money's no object.

Oh, well, no.

We can't insult your ancestors, can we?

We don't hear a step.

Thanks, mate. See you then.

Well, well, Donald.

How's the trip around the bay business then, eh? Not exactly a bull market. How

are you, old gum bag? In the pink.

In the pink? Come on, I've got a little proposition for you.

Don't try anything.

I've called the fun.

Where do you think you're going to, my lovely? Wait a minute.

All right, Dave?

Gosh, you were quick.

Lucky for you, we were just passing.

Been a spate of break -ins tonight.

Just nicked another joker having a go at old Thrasher Coward's place.

Hi, George.

Yeah.

I've wasted your time.

I'm going to pop round tomorrow and pay you what I owe you.

It's pretty clear now why you left.

Yeah, maybe, but the reason I called by is that some rather surprising facts

have come to light.

The orphanage that your husband claimed to have been brought up in never even

existed.

Well, it would have done.

Are you sure?

I'm positive.

And I can find no record for him at any other orphanage in the whole region.

He's definitely an orphan.

He's got no family at all.

No other relatives whatsoever.

I reckon there's something very odd going on here.

Ironically, I'm just beginning to get rather fond of someone.

When this lot blew up.

C 'est la vie.

Shame.

But that woman in the photo...

She meant a lot to you, didn't she? Maybe.

It was a long time ago.

I don't mean to pry.

It's just that I noticed.

Actually, I was thinking of marrying her.

It's all right for you.

I told everyone you were an orphan.

People accepted it.

But Jennifer's family was minor aristocracy.

A potential husband had to have a background.

Breeding. What do his people do, Jenny, darling?

Well, his dad is awfully big in Siberia, and his mother drives a tractor in the

Ukraine.

Surely,

darling, gave you a good cover. Oh, yes, first rate.

Not one that would stand up to the scrutiny of the English upper classes.

You know, you're never really accepted, for they know precisely who you went to

school with.

Ah, I had no choice but to end it.

Yeah, but...

If you loved each other, then be naive.

Hey.

There's a light out there. It keeps flashing.

That's just one of the birds.

You know, in a lot of ways.

I wish I'd never been chosen by Zorin.

Stayed in Russia.

On the other hand, there'd have been no Sandra.

No kids.

They'd love it up here.

Look.

Why don't we stay?

They'd never find us here.

We're getting out of here, Comrade, and as soon as possible.

Fancy on a spud?

Yeah, why not?

Silly question.