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[People conversing in Russian
in background]

[Bell ringing]

[Man speaking in Russian]

[Speaking in Russian]

[Speaking in French]

[Sighing]

Your name is Maria
Andreyevna Ostrakova.

You were born in Leningrad
on May the 8th, 1 927.

Ostrakova,
l bring you greetings

from your daughter,
Alexandra, in Moscow.

Also from certain
official quarters.

[Speaking in French]

l wish to speak to you
concerning your daughter.

- Do not board this car.
- [Speaking in French]

Alexandra has
serious problems

that require the assistance
of a mother.

[Driver speaking in French]

ln 1 948, age 21 ,

you married the traitor

Ostrakov lgor.

ln 1 950, they said Ostrakov

traitorously defected to France

with the assistance
of reactionary émigrés,

leaving you behind in Moscow.

Despite the improbability,
your request would be granted,

you applied for
a foreign travel passport

to join your husband
in France, correct?

Ηe had cancer.

lf l had not made
the application,

l would have been failing
in my duty as a wife.

Monsieur, l would
prefer the citron.

Meanwhile...

Despite your
pretended concern

for your husband,
the traitor Ostrakov,

you nevertheless formed
an adulterous relationship

with Glikman Joseph,

a Jew with four convictions
for antisocial behavior.

ln consequence
of this adulterous union,

you bore a daughter,
Alexandra.

- Correct or false?
- Where is she?

Where is Glikman?

What have you
done with them?

ln January of 1 956,

as an act clemency,

you were granted a passport

on condition
that the child Alexandra

remained behind in Moscow.

You exceeded
the permitted time,

remained in France,
abandoning your child.

You have received
no communication from her.

I was advised only that she
had entered a state orphanage

and had acquired another name.

Unless the ways
of the authorities

have changed considerably,
for all she knows, l am dead.

But you're not.

lt is your lover-- the Jew, Glikman--
who is dead.

Concerning your criminal
daughter, Alexandra...

Criminal?

On November the 20th, 1 966,

for escaping from
the state orphanage,

six months
corrective detention

extended to one year

at corrective detention
by reason of bad behavior,

it has been decided.

What is your decision?

l didn't hear.

l'm sorry.

Kindly, will you repeat

what you just said?

Assuming it has been decided
to rid the Soviet Union

of the disruptive
and unsocial element,

how would you like
your daughter, Alexandra,

to join you here in France?

Alexandra? Ηere?

To me?

Do you wish formally
to apply for her?

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Tomorrow morning,
you will go to the Soviet embassy

and you will ask
for Attaché Kuznetsov.

Attaché Kuznetsov is authorized

to make certain reunions
of a compassionate nature.

You will not mention
this meeting.

You will give no indication
of special treatment.

Attaché Kuznetsov
will require you

to fill in certain forms.

Ηe will also supply you
with a photograph

of your daughter, Alexandra.

You will take these forms
with you

to the French Ministry
of the Interior,

where you will pledge yourself
to certain undertakings.

- Comrade Ostrakova.
- Madame.

Oh, Madame.
Please come this way.

Could you put here,
please,

your date
and place of birth,

here the names
of both your parents

and here the date
of your marriage

to your late husband.

And these are photographs
of your daughter.

- Τhis is my daughter?
- Mm-hm.

[♪♪♪]

Τhere have been times

when I have been
less than polite to you.

l apologize.

Τhere have been times also

when l doubted your existence.

But don't let me doubt
the existence of my daughter.

[Men conversing in Russian]

Τhere was a general whom
my husband used to know, Sergei.

Formerly of the Red Army.

Ηe came to Paris and started
an émigré organization here.

Vladimir.

What happened to him?

Ηe tried to start
a third world war.

Τhe French didn't like it.
Τhey banned his outfit.

Ηe went to London.

My husband said he was strong,
a man to trust.

Not with your wife, he wasn't.

Find him for me.
l want his address urgently.

Ask for yourself,
not for me.

Sure.

[Door opening]

Good morning, Mikhel.

Good morning,
my general.

WOMAN:
Bobchik.

Τhere you are. Τhere you are.

Madam,
l wish to call Ηamburg,

and afterwards to be advised
of the costs of this call.

Sit, Bobchik.

Ηerr Kretzschmar?
Τhis is Gregory, sir.

I must speak to
Otto immediately.

l'm sending you
a most important parcel.

[Speaking in Russian]

Letters delivered by hand
to your place of work.

And at your age.

C'est charmant.

[Doorbell ringing]

You received
my letter safely, madame?

You are very small
for a general.

l am not
the General, madame.

l am his lieutenant.

Yes, that is him.

Who is he?

What does he want
with my daughter?

Ηow do you
know him so well?

You know what
we used to say in the camps?

"Questions are never dangerous,
only the answers."

OSΤRAKOVA:
Τhat was not her photograph.

Τhat was never Glikman's child.

l saw Glikman's child--
I bore her.

She looked like
three Jews at once.

Ηe said to me, "Be discreet.

Any indiscretion,
your daughter will not be released."

l've not been discreet.

I've written
to the General!

l am talking to you!

l am not used to conspiracy.
I hate it!

Listen...

Can't you tell me your name?

l want my child.

Τhat swine reminded me
that l am a mother.

Τhere's a part
of this old sinner

that longs to believe his lies.

- Tell me what to do.
- l told you too much already.

All that matters is that
you have identified him.

Listen, if there is a crisis,

you are to write the General
at this address in London.

Call him Miller, Mr. Miller.

On no account
use the telephone.

You understand?
Never.

Don't deceive yourself:

Τhe danger is not over;
it's just begun.

Don't open your door
to strangers.

Be alert.
Ηave courage.

- Who else is in danger?
- All of us.

All who have knowledge
of this affair.

And my daughter?

No, Alexandra
has no part in this.

She knows nothing.

l shall think of you
as the magician

and pray that
your tricks succeed.

Madame Ostrakova!

A gentleman
was inquiring for you.

Τhere were two,
very similar, official.

Τhey are still there.

[Church bell tolling in distance]

[Boat horn blowing]

[Speaking in German]

[Phone ringing in distance]

Ηello?

Τhis is Gregory calling for Max.

Please, l have something
very important for him.

Where are you calling from?

GREGORY:
lt doesn't matter. l have plenty of change.

l must speak to Max, urgently.

Please hold on.

Um, Max can't speak to you
at the moment.

l'm sorry.

lf you could call back...

at, 2:30,
yes, possibly then.

GREGORY:
Tell Max!

Yes, 2:30.

[Phone ringing in distance]

GREGORY:
Get me Max immediately!

Look, Max isn't here.
l'm sorry.

GREGORY:
Τhere must be a meeting.

Tonight!
A meeting or nothing.

l insist on Moscow Rules.

Tell Max l've been in touch
with certain friends,

yes, and through friends
with neighbors!

Tell this to Max.

MAN:
A meeting...

Yes, yeah, a meeting
can be arranged, yes.

Could you call back
in an hour, please?

MAN:
Ηello?

- Mr. Strickland, sir?
- Mm-hm.

Τhis is Mostyn
of Oddbins here, sir.

l hear you.

l have a requisition for
the safe flat in Ηampstead tonight.

Who's the lady?
Could he not come here?

No, sir, l'm afraid
he's insisting on Moscow Rules.

[Man speaking in Russian
over radio]

[Classical music
playing over radio]

[♪♪♪]

[Stick snapping]

[Gravel crunching]

[Bird chirping]

MAN:
George?

lt's Oliver Lacon.

George, are you awake?

lt's an emergency, George.

- [Clapping]
- Shh!

You remember the old general,
used to live in Paris?

We need someone from his past,

someone who knew his little ways,
can speak for him.

We need you, George.

[Chattering over radio]

DEΤECΤlVE:
Knew him personally
at all, sir?

Or shouldn't l inquire?

Ηe was somebody l worked with.

So l was given
to understand.

Well, most likely,
they started to search him

and then they were
probably disturbed.

lf l might take a look
at his face, Superintendent.

Are you sure about that, sir?

Yes. Yes, l am sure.

Ηall!

Sergeant Pike,
come down here.

Τurn him over.

[Grunting]

You'll have to try
harder than that, lad.

OFFICER:
Come on, lad,
put some muscle into it.

Oh, Christ!
Oh, bloody hell!

Get it away.
Take it away fast, now!

[Retching]

OFFICER:
Sorry about that, sir. Ηe's young.

SUPERlNΤENDENΤ:
Most people expect
to be shot in the chest.

Your neat round bullet
that drills a tasteful hole.

It's the television
that does it, l suppose.

Whereas your modern bullet
can tear off an arm or a leg.

You don't happen to know
what did this, do you?

l haven't seen a wound like that
in a long time.

I'm afraid
ballistics is not my province.

No, of course,
it wouldn't be, would it?

You, uh, seen enough, sir?

Did he have
a mustache?

My sergeant fancied a trace
of white whisker on the upper jaw.

A military mustache.

Well, most likely
you'd like to know

how the old gentleman
got down here,

- as far as we can tell.
- Τhank you, Superintendent, yes.

SUPERlNΤENDENΤ:
Sergeant Pike.

PlKE:
Sir!

Cover him up.

And tell
young Constable Ηall

I may not be able
to stop him sicking up,

but I will not tolerate
irreverent language.

Will do, sir.

SUPERlNΤENDENΤ:
Right, l shall now give you
the authorized version.

Are you ready, Mr. Smiley?

Ηere he comes,
down the hill.

Easy pace, nice and easy
toe-and-heel movement.

Everything above board,
see, Mr. Smiley?

Τhe stick marks
in his left hand,

whereas it was in his right hand
when he was shot.

You saw that,
too, l noticed.

Ηave you any idea, um,
which leg was the bad one?

Τhe left.

So he probably would have
carried his stick in his left.

And how old
did you say he was, sir?

I didn't,
but he owned to 70.

Plus a recent
heart attack, l gather.

Τhen suddenly, he stops.

Now, my guess is that he heard
something behind him.

l mean, notice
how the pace shortens,

notice the distance
between his feet

as he makes
a sort of half turn,

probably looking
over his shoulder.

Τhen he decides
to make a dash for it.

An entirely new print.

Ηe's going
for all he's worth.

Unfortunately,
whatever killed him

was in front of him,
wasn't it?

Not behind at all.

Now, how do you
explain this?

Stops again-- Not a total stop,
just a sort of stutter.

Τhen off he goes.

With the stick
in his right hand.

Exactly.

Now, why, when
you're running for your life,

why pause, do a sort
of duck shuffle, change hands,

and then run straight into the arms
of whoever shot him?

SUPERlNΤENDENΤ:
Any explanation

from your side of
the street, Mr. Smiley?

lf l might see the content
of his pockets, Superintendent.

Certainly, sir.

Uh, one receipt for £1 7.85

from the Straight and Steady

Minicab Service
of lslington North.

May l see that?

SUPERlNΤENDENΤ:
One stick
of school chalk, yellow,

overcoat left.

One handkerchief
with chalk powder.

Τhere were some chalk powder
marks on his left hand too.

We did wonder
whether he might be

in the teaching line,
actually.

SUPERlNΤENDENΤ:
Oh, and a couple
of dog biscuits.

No maker's name.

l did notice bite marks
on his walking stick.

Funny, I never thought
of foreigners liking dogs.

Did you, sir?

Uh, no, l don't suppose l did.

- Crime and Ops on the air, sir.
- Oh, right.

Excuse me.

You're a specialist
of some sort, sir?

No, l'm afraid not.

Ηome Office, sir?

Alas, not the
Ηome Office either.

My superiors
are a little worried

about the press,
Mr. Smiley.

Apparently they're
heading this way.

Τhank you.

You've been very kind.

Privilege.

Sergeant!

PlKE:
Sir?

- Get this lot wrapped up.
- Yes, sir.

Uh, no, Chief, not yet, no.

Perhaps he's lost his way.

No, Chief, no,
not like old George.

[Doorbell ringing]

Any compromising materials
on the body, George?

Anything to
link him with us?

My God,
you've been a time.

Oh, you'd like to
refresh yourself, l imagine.

Τhe bathroom's...

Τhank you, Oliver,
l remember.

Yes, Chief, yes,
he is with us at this moment, Chief.

l shall
tell him that, Chief.

LACON:
George, you look worried.

Don't be.
We're all in the clear on this.

Ηow did the police behave?

lmpeccably, thank you.

SΤRlCKLAND:
lndeed...

Sir, I shall convey to him
that message, sir. Uh-huh.

MOSTYN:
Will you have tea,
Mr. Smiley?

Or something stronger?

Ηe'll have tea only,
thank you, Mostyn.

After shock,
tea is a deal safer.

With sugar,
eh, George?

Sugar replaces lost energy.

l've hardly said hello.

George, old friend.
My goodness.

Ηello, Oliver.

George! Sir Saul sends

his warmest personal
salutations, George.

At a quieter moment, he'll express
his gratitude to you more fittingly.

lt is still Enderby
in charge, is it?

LACON:
Yes, yes, it is still
Sir Saul Enderby.

Ηe's doing marvels.

Well, not quite
your style, of course.

Ηe's an Atlantic man.

Mostyn, where's tea?

We seem to have been
waiting forever!

SΤRICKLAND:
Τhe point about the press is

not to play him down
too far, hm?

Ηow's Ann?
With you and so forth, l trust?

Not, uh, roaming, is she?

Fine, thank you.

God, how l hate autumn.

- Ηow's, um...?
- Abandoned me, damn it.

Run off with her pesky
riding instructor, blast her.

Left me with the children.

Well, the girls are farmed out
to boarding schools, thank God.

- I'm sorry.
- Why should you be?

Not your wife.

SΤRICKLAND:
Could you close
that window, please?

lt's bloody arctic over here.

What section are you in?

Oddbins, sir.
Since your day.

It's a sort of
operational pool.

l see.

l heard you lecture
at Sarratt, sir.

At the new entrants'
training course, sir.

lt was the best thing
of the whole two years.

Τhank you.

You, Mostyn.

Young Nigel.

Commit nothing
to paper whatever.

Do you hear me?
Τhat's an order from on high.

Τhere was no encounter,
so there's no call

to fill in an encounter sheet
or any of that stuff.

Mostyn was Vladimir's
case officer?

Only for this evening.
Two sugars.

You mean to say you farmed out
the old man to Mostyn?

Oliver, l wonder if you'd mind

telling me what l'm doing here.

LACON:
Τhree years ago, George.
Let's start there.

Soon after you left the Circus,

Saul Enderby,
your worthy successor,

under pressure
from a concerned Cabinet,

decided on certain
far-reaching changes

of intelligence practice.

Mostyn, you close
your ears to this.

l'm talking high,
high policy.

Now, one of the
far-reaching changes, George,

was the decision to form

an interministerial
steering committee,

placed between the intelligence
fraternity and Cabinet,

known as the "Wise Men."

SΤRICKLAND:
Wise, my Aunt Fanny.

Bunch of flannel
merchants.

Tell us how to run the shop.

Smack our wrists
when we don't do our sums right.

You don't like it, George.
I can tell by your face.

l'm out of it;
l'm not qualified to judge.

LACON:
Now, as a result of this,

certain categories
of clandestine operation

were ruled
ipso facto out of bounds.

Verboten, right?

SΤRICKLAND:
No coat trailing,

no honey traps,
no stimulated defections,

What's that?

Let's not be simplistic,
please, Lauder.

Τhe Wise Men
composed a catalogue

of proscribed
practices, right?

SΤRlCKLAND:
Τhe exile groups
have been dustbinned, George,

the lot of them.
Orders from on high.

No contact,
not even at arm's length.

Special two-key archive
for them on the fifth floor.

No officer access
without consent

in writing from the Chief.

Utter nonsense.

George, now steady.

SMILEY:
What utter nonsense.

Vladimir wasn't expensive.

Ηe wasn't an indulgence either.

You know as well as l do
what he was worth.

George, l admired the man.

Never his group,
certainly never his obsessions.

Now, there is
an absolute distinction here.

Τhe man, yes,
not the company he kept,

the fantasists, the down-at-heel
princelings, never.

Τhe Wise Men have a point,
George, and you can't deny it.

Vladimir was one of
the best agents we ever had.

- Because he was yours, you mean?
- Because he was good!

- Ηe was potty.
- Ηe was loyal and honorable.

ln a shifting world,
he held fast,

so, yes,
maybe he was potty.

- George...
- ln the Red Army

he fought the Germans
like a lion.

We used to admire that.

Ηe dreamed of the great
Russian liberalization.

Ηe got Stalin instead.

Ηe wanted Estonia set free.
It never happened.

One night, in despair,
he offered us his services.

Us, the British, in Moscow.

For five years after that,
he spied for us

from the very heart
of the capital.

Ηe refused
all payment.

Risked everything
for us every day.

George, this is history.

Τhis is not today.

Until he was blown
and fled to Paris,

Vladimir was
the best source we had

on Soviet capabilities
and intentions.

Ηe was close to their
intelligence community,

and reported on that too.

Damn it, George,
that whole era's dead.

And so is Vladimir!

And l wish to God
we'd got half his courage

and one-tenth of his integrity.

George, we are pragmatists,
we adapt.

We are not the keepers
of some sacred flame.

l ask you, l commend you
to remember this.

Oliver, tell me
what l am doing here.

All right, Mostyn, tell him.

MOSTYN:
Ηe was furious.

Shouting at me
down the phone:

"A meeting or nothing.
Tonight or nothing.

"Moscow Rules.

"l insist
on Moscow Rules.

Tell this to Max."

Tell what to Max?

Ηe meant...

"Tell Max I insist
it's Moscow Rules."

Whoever heard of Moscow Rules

in the middle of bloody
Ηampstead anyway?

"Bloody" Ηampstead's right.

What, um...
What are Moscow Rules?

Procedures to be observed
in territories of extreme risk, sir.

Going by the book
all the way.

Oh, Mostyn, wrap the story up.

MOSTYN:
Τhe encounter
was fixed for 1 0:20.

Τhere's a tin pavilion
on Ηampstead Ηeath,

five minutes' walk
from East Ηeath Road.

Τhe safety signal
was one new drawing pin

shoved high in the first support
on the right as you entered.

SMILEY:
And the countersignal?

A bloody hunting horn.

[Chuckling]

MOSTYN:
A yellow chalk mark.

l gather yellow was
the sort of group trademark

from the old days.

I put up the pin,
and came back here and waited.

l never met him.

Ηe was my first agent,

we used classic trade craft,

and he's dead.

lt's incredible.

I feel like
a complete Jonah.

Well, what's it to be, George?

You choose.

On the one hand, Vladimir asked
for a chat with you.

Retired buddies, chin wag
about old times, why not?

And in order to raise
a bit of a wind,

as any of us might,
he pretended he had

something for you.

- Ηe wouldn't do that.
- On this basis,

my minister would back us.

Ηe'll help us to bury the case.

Ηe may even decide
there's no point

in troubling the Wise Men
with it at all.

Amen.

lf, on the other hand,

things were to come unstuck

and the minister
got it into his head

that we were engaging
his good offices

in order to clear up traces
of some unlicensed venture,

which had aborted
and there was a scandal...

well, it would be just
one scandal too many.

Τhe Circus is a weak
child still, George.

At this stage of its rebirth,
it could die of the common cold.

lf it does,

your generation
will not be least to blame.

You have a duty, as we all do,

a loyalty.

And the weapon?
Ηow do you account for that?

What weapon?
Τhere was no weapon.

Ηe was shot, by one of
his own buddies, most likely.

Yes, he was shot,
in the face,

at extremely close range,

and cursorily searched;
that's the police diagnosis.

But our diagnosis
would be somewhat different,

wouldn't it, Lauder?

- No way.
- Well, mine would.

LACON:
Let's hear it, George.

For one thing, he was on his way
here to be your guest.

Self-invited.

SMlLEY:
For another,
the weapon used to kill him

was a standard Moscow Center
assassination device:

a soft-nosed bullet
fired at point-blank range

to obliterate, to punish

and to discourage others.

But, George, these people,
these émigrés,

don't they come from Russia?

Ηaven't half of them
been in touch with Moscow Center

with or without our knowledge?

A weapon like that...

l'm not saying you're right,
of course,

but a weapon like that,
in their world,

could be standard equipment.

Lauder, there's the question
of the D-notice to the press outstanding.

Perhaps you should
have another shot at them,

see how far it's got?

[Dialing phone]

[Grunting]

[Τires screeching]

LACON:
Uh, Mostyn,
perhaps you should take

these things
out into the kitchen.

We don't want to leave
needless traces, do we?

So you were his vicar.

Very well, l'm asking you
to go and read the offices.

Ηe wanted you,
George, not us.

ln that sense, l suppose,
it could even be argued

that you were
responsible for--

Forgive me,
that was unfair.

What do you want me to do?

l want you to bury him,
in both senses.

l want you
to pour oil on the waters,

not muddy them.

Tell me what
you want me to do, Oliver.

It's what
l don't want you to do.

Ηe was a man with an obsession.
So were you once.

You know who
his buddies are,

who he hunted with.

Speak to them.

If there's any
milk been spilt,

I trust you to get it
back into the bottle.

You're his executor, George.

Τidy him up,
keep us out of it

and don't wander.

[♪♪♪]

[Men chatting]

What else did Vladimir
say to you on the telephone?

Ηe said, "Tell Max
it concerns the Sandman."

"Tell him l have two proofs

and can bring them with me."

lt was on the tape,
but Strickland erased it.

"Two proofs."

Do you know what
Vladimir meant by that?

- Keep your voice down.
- No, sir.

Do they know
what he meant?

Strickland may,
I'm not sure.

Did Vladimir really
not ask for Ηector?

No, sir, just Max.

LACON:
George!

Good man!
Fare you well.

Uh, listen,
l want to talk to you

about marriage sometime,

l'm counting on you
to teach me the art of it.

We'll get together
sometime, later.

I can always
get you at home?

Yes, Oliver, always.

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