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NICK: Philby didn't escape.

I let him go.

Why did I let him go?

Because I'm trained in,
shall we say, exigent circumstances,

to consider myself above the law.

You can come in now, Mrs Thomas.

Because all of us at SIS
have been raised since the year dot

to believe we belong
to a higher order.

A different set of rules.

Tell Sir Roger that.

A higher order?

The aim is to draw Sir Roger out
and force him to defend himself,

so tell them I let Philby go

to save SIS from a public trial
that would've...

..that would've inflicted
more harm on the country than good.

And then wait for them
to address the elephant in the room.

It's a nice day.
Lovely.

And what if they don't?

They will.

Sir Roger will.

We believe Elliott
has found out about Blunt.

We believe Elliott
has found out about Blunt.

You believe or know for certain?

Did you know they had lunch
at Elliott's club yesterday?

No, I did not.

SHE CLEARS THROAT

While I'm doing this,
what are you gonna be doing?

The time has now come for us to use
Jim Angleton to our advantage.

How do you know
Elliott found out about Sir Anthony?

How do you not know?
SIS must have told him.

SIS have no idea.

The source was Michael Straight,
to the Americans,

who passed it on to us at MI5,
and us alone, not SIS.

You seem sceptical, Mrs Thomas.
Of the Americans?

Unless, of course, it was...

Unless, of course, it was...

..Philby who told Elliott
about Blunt in Beirut.

Possible.

How do you not know that Elliott
and Blunt met for lunch yesterday?

I'm a debriefer, sir, not a watcher.

Wasn't it you who suggested
we let him off the lead,

I think is the phrase you used,
so that we... You could watch him?

Mrs Thomas?

Yes.

He wants to meet in person.
Urgent, he said.

DOOR OPENS

Tozhe ona, tozhe ona.

Chto s ney budete delat'? Ey!

Ciao, Poppi.

Nicholas?

I was told this is urgent.

Bad news, I'm afraid. From Moscow.

GUNSHOT

Budet sneg.

In English, please.

Sneg.

Snow.

It's going to snow.

Spasibo.

POURING

BELL CHIMES

Thank you so much for coming
all this way. Beyond the call.

So sorry for your loss, Kim.
Cicely sends love and condolences.

Keep it.

CHORAL MUSIC

SPEAKS WITH LISP: Let us pray.

CHORAL MUSIC

MUSIC DROWNS OUT SPEECH

MUSIC DROWNS OUT SPEECH

KNOCKING

What are you doing here?

You didn't answer the bell so
we hopped over the garden railings.

You didn't answer the bell so
we hopped over the garden railings.

Or more accurately, I hopped.
Jim made a bit of a meal of it.

We figured that you might like
some company.

Jim's heading back to America
in the morning

so we thought we could,
you know, make a night of it.

Between us, I'm off to Rome
for a few days first.

Lovely service today,
don't you think?

Very.

Old Reverend Bob's lisp always did
make Mother giggle, though.

Old Reverend Bob's lisp always did
make Mother giggle, though.

"Asheth to asheth, dutht to dutht."

Poor old thing...
She died all alone in here.

I knew you'd do this.
Cirrhosis, they said.

You cannot blame yourself, Kim.

The sad truth is...

..both you chaps know me far better
than she ever did.

No, I doubt that.

As a matter of interest...

..who, outside our small circle
of friends,

have you ever revealed
your real self to?

"Shall I part my hair behind?"
Oh, God, here we go.

"Do I dare to eat a peach?"

You two and your bloody poetry!

Heathen.
We're to lift his spirits, remember?

Heathen.
We're to lift his spirits, remember?

Rome, eh?

Business or pleasure?

The Bolsheviks
have discovered gelato.

Come on. I'm not taking no
for an answer and nor would you.

A higher order?

His words, not mine.

Late night?
Early morning.

Do you ever wear make-up?

Er, not really, no.
Hm.

Any particular reason?

Er, I just never have.

Why?
Hm.

As a matter of interest,
why is it, do you suppose,

As a matter of interest,
why is it, do you suppose,

that of all
the debriefers in the building

you were the one
assigned to Nicholas Elliott?

I don't know.
To get under his skin, I suppose.

Because you're a woman.

Er, the opposite of posh.

An affront
to the gentlemen spies of SIS.

I told Sir Roger that you were
the right person for this

because you're good at what you do.

Thank you.

And I thought Nick Elliott
might find you intriguing.

And I thought Nick Elliott
might find you intriguing.

Hm. Intriguing.

What are you not telling us, Lily?

Nothing...

..ma'am.

Hm.

It's not that a spot of rouge
and mascara

necessarily make one a better liar,

but... sometimes they can help
hide the truth.

Honestly, I'm not sure
what I know and do not know as yet.

Well...

..Sir Roger is taking you
off the case.

Why?

He says you look tired.

I've not been... It's barely been...

Er, and he couldn't tell me that
to my face?

So that's it?

Nothing more to be done?

Officially, no.

Unofficially?

They call that one Shimmering Rose.

Best bacon and egg roll in the land.

Do you mind?

First, as they say in cowboy films,
I come in peace.

How.

No need to explain
the bug in my house.

Kim did a bunk to Moscow, CIA
got wind and suspect I helped him,

so you said you'd come to London
and have a bit of a poke about.

It's all to be expected.
That's very sporting of you.

But I'll wager you skipped the part
about why you really came here.

To be in radio frequency range
with your people in Moscow.

I don't run joes in the field
any more, Nick.

I'm management now.

Hm. So I gather.

The KGB raided a flat in Moscow
last night.

The man surrendered
but the woman went down fighting.

Your people?

She's dead, Jim.

Kim is a traitor.

A double agent for the KGB.

Has been for 30 years.

Had me fooled
since we first met in 1940,

and you since right after
Pearl Harbor.

As painful as that is...

..it's important that we finally
come to terms

with the cold, hard fact
that one of our own,

whom we loved,
respected and admired,

to the point of, dare I say it,
hero worship...

..has done the unthinkable.

Hero worship?

Speak for yourself.

I am. Believe me.

Go back to Washington. Today.

Cover your tracks in Moscow
if you can...

..and destroy all evidence
of your blind faith in Kim.

..and destroy all evidence
of your blind faith in Kim.

And then we need
never speak of this again.

What about you, Nick?

What are you doing
to redeem yourself?

Fuck!

Give me a light.
What happened?

Do you have a fucking light or not?

Do you have a fucking light or not?

SPEECH ON RADIO

Do we know the name of the woman
they killed last night?

Well, here's to her, anyway.

And to my mother.

And Aileen,
the mother of my children.

God rest her soul.

Who knows, maybe you'll be next.

PHONES RING

SNEEZE

SNEEZE

Bless you.
Thank you.

Close the door, please.

I'm sorry, you'll have to remind me
of your name again.

Martin.

That's right, Martin. Martin what?

Arthur Martin.
Ah. Martin's your surname.

Arthur Martin.
Ah. Martin's your surname.

Mrs Thomas is no longer assigned
to your case.

May I ask why?

Not your concern.

Aren't you a tad senior
to be the messenger?

I've come to talk to you
about Sir Anthony Blunt.

Was it your decision
to replace Mrs Thomas?

Sir Roger's.

Women, eh?
Quite.

I wasn't aware I'm a "case."
Pull up a pew. Cup of tea?

I wasn't aware I'm a "case."
Pull up a pew. Cup of tea?

No, thank you, I'm fine.

Sit.

I'm sure Mrs Thomas
probably warned you,

I like to take a moment or two
to break the ice.

I understand you recently had lunch
with Sir Anthony Blunt.

At my club.

Beef Wellington.
Must have been... Thursday. Yeah.

What was the reason for this lunch?

What was the reason for this lunch?

Although I think
he ordered the fish.

Reason? Er, Vermeer.

Beg your pardon?

Artist. Dutch. Dab hand
with perspective, all that.

Mr Elliott,

may I remind you I'm here
under the authority of the minister.

Fine.

Sir Anthony Blunt. Formerly of MI5,
and now, as we know, the KGB.

Allegedly.
Are you defending him?

No. I'm just saying.
Because he's MI5.

No. I'm just saying.
Because he's MI5.

Ex MI5.

Just as when you, at MI5, took it
upon yourselves to investigate us

here at SIS
for our handling of Kim Philby...

As ordered by the Home Secretary.

..whom do you suppose
it might fall to

to examine MI5's handling of Blunt?

Let me be very clear,
whatever it is you are hiding,

whatever it is you are up to,

you are under no circumstances to go
anywhere near Sir Anthony again.

you are under no circumstances to go
anywhere near Sir Anthony again.

Ten years ago, when we shared
source intelligence with you

about a possible Soviet penetration
agent at MI5, you personally -

Of course I remember
your sodding name,

how could I fucking well forget it?
- were responsible for the inquiry

that completely overlooked
and missed Blunt.

So I beg to differ
that it's not my concern.

So I beg to differ
that it's not my concern.

In fact,
I'm rather glad you dropped by.

Are you sure I can't offer you
a cup of tea?

Would you get hold of Mrs Thomas
for me, please?

However, to many at the time

Francesco Borromini
was regarded as sacrilegious

in the world of early 17th century
Italian architecture,

and accused of suborning
the laws of the ancients

with chaos and disorder.

Such is art, ladies and gentlemen.

All I can say is thank God
for those few so-called heretics

All I can say is thank God
for those few so-called heretics

who insisted that Borromini,
and not, in fact, Bernini,

is the greatest genius
of Baroque architecture.

Bloody Yanks. Look at that.

You've gotta take your hat off
to them.

See, that's the difference
between you and me.

That I have genuine admiration
for American ingenuity?

Sometimes I think this is all
just some endless game to you.

You say that...

as though...

you've never been
a player of the game yourself.

That was in the war, when
things were anything but a game.

PHONE RINGS

Belgravia 4367?

I left a message at MI5
over two hours ago now,

and her home number is off the hook.

'All right. Never mind.
Go home now.' Thank you.

'All right. Never mind.
Go home now.' Thank you.

What's wrong?
Nothing.

I'm worried that in your desperation
to repair all the damage Kim's done,

you're in danger
of making things worse.

Desperation?

Only a minute ago you were saying
it was all just a game!

Kiss me.

What's that for?

Does there have to be a reason?

Did you have a good day?
Not too bad.

We had to give our vaccines
to King's Hospital, so...

You know.

You win some, you lose some. Hm.

You?

Yeah.

Fine.

HE CHUCKLES

All right, keep your radio on.

BREATHES HEAVILY

PHONE RINGS

Answer that and I'll murder you.

Go on, then.

'Angleton did exactly
what you hoped.'

When he got to the airport,
rather than fly back to America,

he gets in another car
that was waiting for him there,

and drives north
for an hour and a half.

North?

Where?

'Dear Nick,
I've been a bloody fool.'

NICK: "I like a Martini"
Said Mabel

"But I've learned to take two
At the most."

SMASHING

"For with three I'm under the table
And with four I'm under my host."

Now that is poetry.

'Dear Nick,

'bravo, old bean.

'You sold me a rope

'which I mistook for a lifeline...

'..rather than the noose that it is.

'Only you would have
pulled that one off.'

There once was a Yank named Jim...

Who swore by his old friend Kim.

Who swore by his old friend Kim.

And every time they drank...

They'd go for a wank.
Argh!

To the tune of their favourite hymn.

ALL LAUGH

'So...

'in the grand scheme of things,

'I do hope everything
that happened between us

'over the course
of our long friendship

'hasn't caused too
much discomfort and inconvenience.'

'hasn't caused too
much discomfort and inconvenience.'

It's all quiet.

He's just sat down to dinner
at The Connaught.

He's just sat down to dinner
at The Connaught.

MAN: 'I'm round the corner.'
Save me some tea.

Wait. Something's happening.

He's leaving. I need you here now!

Fuck's sake! Where are you?

HE CLEARS THROAT
Sorry.

You're a good 'un, Dr Thomas.
Too good for me.

Don't I know it!

And you're too good
for this bloody country.

I think someone
had a little too much wine!

My beautiful man.

What happened?
Just drive.

Fuck, he'll be halfway to Moscow
by now.

Sod it, this is pointless.

Sod it, this is pointless.

Pull over here. Pull over.

PHONE RINGS
Be one of your patients.

Sorry, yeah.

HE CLEARS THROAT

Dr Thomas?

'Mrs Thomas, please. It's urgent.'

For you. Emergency, he says.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?
'It's happened...'

Where have you been?
Who is it?

'They took him
at The Connaught hotel.' Mrs Thomas.

But there was some sort of cock-up

and we've lost them somewhere
near Grosvenor Square.

Give me your number.

'Norwood 3478.'

I'll call you back.

MI5 have lost Blunt.

MI5 have lost Blunt.

NICK: 'I once looked up to you, Kim.
My God, how I despise you now.

'I only hope you've got enough
decency left in you

'to understand why.

'You had to choose between Marxism
and your family,

'You had to choose between Marxism
and your family,

'and you chose Marxism!

'What, nothing to say?'

Marxism I can almost take,
but cowardice? That I can't stomach.

Not from you.
Now you're getting desperate.

Let's talk about Stalin.

You know, believe it or not,

I'm actually
beginning to worry about you.

Of course, I understand

Of course, I understand

that we're trained to separate
thought from feeling,

but doing it with Stalin
is going too far.

It's like...
It's like rationalising Hitler.

I'm not gonna argue the difference
between Stalin and Hitler.

No? Why not? I'm fascinated.
They were both monsters.

Stalin was a monster.
Are you happy now?

You've got 24 hours to get back here
with a signed confession

or there's nothing more
I can do for you.

Because you've done so much
already (!)

I'm offering you a lifeline, Kim.

I'm offering you a lifeline, Kim.

Yeah. Goodbye, Nick.

And you'd be a fool not to take it!

Thanks, Jock.

What makes you
so sure this is where he is?

Because he's an old friend
and therefore somewhat predictable.

You mean like Philby?

Do try not to be a total pillock,
Desmond.

MEN ARGUE IN RUSSIAN

Argh!

Oh, fuck!

HE GROANS

HE GROANS

Ey!

Kakogo chorta...

sadish'sya na moyu estradu?

MAN SHUSHES

Idiot.

HE COUGHS,
MAN LAUGHS

Tebe nravitsya?

Oof. Country air.

Fuck off. Fuck off!

Fuck off! Go away!

Fuck off! Go away!

Sneg...

Do you mind stretching your legs
for a few moments, please, Desmond?

Need a pee anyway.

I was, of course,
going to bring you in on this.

On an illegal CIA abduction.

On an illegal CIA abduction.

Of a known communist agent.

This is not the way
to save yourself, Jim.

I'm the only friend
you've got right now,

and I've told you
what you need to do...

Go back to Washington
before it's too late...

..and leave Blunt to me.

Thank you, Nicholas.

In case you're wondering,
I didn't tell them a thing.

Wake me up when we get there.

Chudik. Vstavay, tebe govoryat.

Ey, vstavay.

Vstavay, tebe govoryat.

You remember Mrs Thomas.
Sir Anthony.

TOILET FLUSHES

I'll say good night, then.

Sit down, Tony.

I know what you're thinking.

Good. That ought to save us
some time, then.

I'm not the third man.

No. That'd be Kim.

You're the fourth man.

You're the fourth man.

You don't deny it, then?

I've been through all this already.

When?
Last night.

With whom?
Sir Roger. Hollis.

When you say you've been through
all of this already...

When you say you've been through
all of this already...

My conversation with Sir Roger
is confidential.

Have you told the Russians?

Tony?

Nicholas?

Have you told
the Russians your cover's blown?

No.

Oh, she stays.

I'm telling you this because I know
you care about what happens to Kim.

I thought I already told you
I wanted to kill him.

Why didn't you, then?

Why didn't you, then?

You're telling me what?

Do you think I might have
a glass of water?

Yep. I'll get it.

If the Russians
were ever to find out

that Kim blew my cover
to you in Beirut...

Your head would be the first to
roll, of that you can be certain.

What instructions were you given in
the event of your cover being blown?

I have no instructions.
There were none.

I have no instructions.
There were none.

I should warn you that in
the greater scheme of things...

..I don't give a damn how much
my exposing you as a Soviet spy

might embarrass the Queen.

I have had no contact with
Russian intelligence since 1945.

After you helped them defeat...
No glasses, I'm afraid.

You'll have to drink out of the tap.
It's fine.

Is Her Majesty aware of your work
for Russian intelligence?

I don't think
I need to dignify that.

No.

You absolutely do.

You absolutely do.

Or should I toss you back
to the Americans?

Of course she isn't aware.

My instructions
were to go to Hollis.

And do what?
Inform him that I was blown.

What's he supposed to do about it?
That I don't know.

But you were told he might help?
So I understood, yes.

How did he react when you told him?
Hard to say.

What did he tell you to do?

What did he tell you to do?

Nothing. He told me to do nothing
until he got back to me.

Who is your KGB handler?
I don't have a handler.

So who told you to go to Hollis?

Philby.

Fuck off, I said!

Come on, Kim. I'm taking you home.

Come on, Kim. I'm taking you home.

I have no home, thanks to you.

Kim. Come.

Kim!

Kim!

GRUNTING

Kim!

INDISTINCT

INDISTINCT

GROANING

PANTING

Silly arse.

NURSE: Mne nuzhno, chtoby ty yego
proveryala kazhdyye desyat' minut.

DOOR OPENS

What are you doing up?

Hello, Nick.

Sir Roger!

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