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I'm Kim Philby, Major.
That is, Colonel Philby, KGB, retired.

You'll find I have an appointment
with General Govorshin,

the Chairman of the KGB.

General Govorshin left three hours ago.

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 need to be.

'In London it's 16 minutes
to midnight and here in Trafaigar 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 have had an easy time.

'St John's Ambulance have had
only 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.

It's Jeremy! Tell Nigel to open
the fucking door.

James. Happy New Year.

- What flat, sir?
- I've got the reinforcements for Nigel.

Yes, but what flat number, sir?

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

43, 42, 41...

40...

39...

38...

37...

36...

Happy New Year.

Bingo.

Ah, Preston.

Come and sit down.

I've told the committee
I did not authorise your action last night.

I've also told them
that you needlessly alerted Berenson

by blowing up his safe.

Presumably you have some explanation
for this, Preston?

We've got Berenson but we need
the name of his controller.

If Berenson believes it was a burglary,
he won't be afraid to contact him.

But why didn't you 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.

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 a way
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, phone tap, mail intercept.

24 men around the clock
for an indefinite period?

That would wreck three
of our current operations.

I'm sure you'll agree this Berenson
is of overriding importance.

Yes, of course, Sir Anthony.

All right, Preston, you've got it.
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 try to embarrass the service
in front of that shit lrvine.

I'm aware you consider yourself
outside the normal chain of command

but let me remind you
that this is not a free-for-all

and when you've finished showing off,
you work for me.

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.

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's 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?

That's why I wanted to talk to you.

'Preston's caught that prick Berenson
leaking NATO papers

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

- 'Hello?'
- Julia?

- 'George.'
- How was your New Year?

- 'How was yours?'
- So-so.

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

- Seven?
- 'OK.'

- Fine. See you then.
- 'Bye.'

Bye.

Oh, my God!

- 'Hello?'
- 'Julia?

'Sorry, darling. Something's come up.
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 call you tomorrow.

- Bye.
- 'Bye.'

" I like drinking at home..."

" Uh-huh..."

Chummy has gone to ground.
Pizzeria on Phillimore Walk.

'Long way to go for a pizza.
I think we'll join him.'

Do you think Jimmy's overdoing it?

Gloria don't seem to be objecting.

- Well done, Charlie.
- Hold on, here we go.

Don't you like your pizza,
Mr Berenson?

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

- 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.

Hello, Angela.

Nigel lrvine.

I'm sorry. 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.
- Might we have a quiet word?

Yes, of course.

Do sit down.

Quiet New Year's holiday?

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.

There's not 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.

It has long seemed to me ridiculous that
the most committed anti-Communists,

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.

I hope they didn't pay you in cash.
The rand's taken a dive lately.

I didn't do it for money.
I did it because it was right.

A man of principle to the last.

You can bloody sneer but perhaps
I'm more of a patriot than you.

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.

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 won. 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.

'..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 hardline 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 hardline policies.'
- 'You talk about a hard line...'

'..KGB chief, Govorshin.'

'How secure would you say he is?'

'General Govorshin
is in delicate situation.

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

General Karpov,
General Borisov on line one.

- General Borisov.
- 'General Karpov.'

- 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.'

- 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.

Nostrovya.

Yevgeny Sergeyevich.
How long have we known each other?

Get to the point, Pavel Petrovic.

Why are you stripping my department?

- Why am I what?
- Stripping me clean.

Every day something new
is taken from me.

First, the best agent we have
specialising in Britain.

Major Valeri Petrofsky.

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 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 Govorshin
knows nothing of 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...
- 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, eh...

fireside chats lately.

Something's wrong here, Yevgeny.

Take care.

I'll look into it.

Stay well, old friend.

And stay silent.

By the way, what's the name?

- What's 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 up there.

- I'm sorry?
- The traffic. Quite frightful.

I got stuck behind some motorised
carrot pulper or something.

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 join me
as soon as we sell our house.

That's nice.
This is the attic upstairs.

I see. Thank you.

Then there's the bathroom.

And this is the second bedroom.

There's the occasional sound
from the American airbase,

but I hope it doesn't bother you.

No. It doesn't bother me at all.

- Yes?
- General.

- Tell the first courier to proceed.
- Yes, sir.

'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. Anytime you feel like,
drop around, huh?

I'll do that. Thank you.

'You're a problem, Preston.'

While you've been away, Mathers
has been heading up your section

and he's done an excellent job.

So it would be unfair to push him back
to his second slot.

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 you could look on it
as a real career move.

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

I expect your talents will be equally
appreciated in airports and ports.

John, this telex just came in for you.

Give it to Mathers.
I don't work here any more.

- Where are you working, then?
- Airports and bloody ports!

Hey! Where's your pass?

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

- 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 soap,

coming out of Glasgow docks
at two in the morning.

- No forged papers?
- Nothing unusual at all.

Let's have another look at these effects.

- It's polonium.
- What's polonium?

Combined with lithium,
the two form an initiator.

- 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?

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?

- 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 discussed with Govorshin.

What authority do you have?

My authority is my rank and my service.

If you have nothing signed
from the Comrade General Chairman,

you have no authority at all.

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.

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.

The report is alarmist, irresponsible
and backed by insufficient evidence.

Evidence?! Can't you read?

That 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.

You're trying to get back into favour
by dreaming up some drama,

of which you are the hero.

And you're kicking out anybody
who doesn't kiss your arse.

But if you were to look
at this thing straight,

you'd see that something is going on.

It is my prerogative,
as head of the UK's security service...

Acting head, sunshine! And you're acting
like a complete arsehole!

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

And you are suspended
for insubordination.

Indefinitely.

Fucking hell, Bazza,
look what got 'ere.

Will it bite me if I feed it?

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

Fuck off back to the jungle.

Look at me when I'm talking, bitch!
Just go away and die somewhere!

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?

- Hello, Joan.
- Hello.

I'm staying in tonight.
You can take the evening off.

Thanks, Mr Preston.

- Hi, Dad.
- Hi, Tiger.

- Who's winning?
- I am.

'Reports indicated that rioting
continued in the black townships

'outside Johannesburg,
Pretoria and Cape Town.'

Come on, Tiger. Bed.

'Scuffles broke out today

'as a further squadron
of American F-111 bombers

'arrived at the US Air Force base
at Baywaters.

'The F-111 s, the backbone
of the American nuclear capability here,

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

if you could pass me that, sir.

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 want to do?

'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's the full splash.

'He'll never get up from that.'

'Not with that weight on him.
In just eight minutes 49

'of this 20-minute tag contest

'has Daddy the winner,
three falls to one...'

Hey, Jim. Me and Eileen been figuring
you could use a little entertainment.

I'm rather busy at the moment.

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

Come out to the base for a few beers.

Thank you. That would be lovely.
Just give me a couple of minutes, OK?

" Anytime they tear down
your symbols."

" And they're burning you in effigy."

" Yet the time that they're living,
you know it's paid for themselves."

" And of another eternity..."

You ever done any bowling, Jimmy?

" Oh, America, baby..."

Goddamn!

- You're pretty good, Jimmy.
- Too damn good.

I'll have to find something
I can beat you at.

" What are we gonna tell our friends
when they say ooh-la-la..."

Bartender!

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.

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."

" 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.

Come to fly a kite, sir?

- Now I'll land it.
- Very good.

Go and get it.

It's an interesting report, John.
You're pretty sure about this?

That 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 asked for a replacement disc?

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

We know he's at least
one component short.

I'd start with the recent immigration
records of all Soviet bloc citizens

and try to pick out the courier.

All right. I'll have those records
brought round to your flat.

OK. Just keep Harcourt-Smith
off my back.

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

Timmy!

First, there'll be a core of uranium -
round and about five inches in diameter.

There'll be a two-inch diameter hole
right through the centre.

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

also uranium-235.

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 get exciting.

The fissionable core will explode

only if at 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.
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.
Uranium is twice as heavy as lead.'

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

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 would have forced us
back into the Cold War.

- Denounce him to the President.
- On what evidence?

What about this professor, eh... Kirov?

- Krilov?
- Krilov.

Krilov would change his story
in five minutes - if he lived that long.

- Then Govorshin would 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.

- Hi.
- Good evening.

Next, please.

May I have a look at your ticket, please?

Thank you.

- 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.

Mrs Vadna?
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.

- Valeri Petrofsky.
- How do you do?

We have a problem, though.
We're still missing one component.

We got your message.

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

- Barry. What is it?
- 'The lead we needed.'

- Yeah?
- 'I'm on my way.'

I'll be ready.

This way.

Here we are.

And where are you sleeping?

We're husband and wife, remember?

I think not, Comrade Major.

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

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

It's forged.

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 lvan Timoshenko -

a KGB agent specialising
in radio equipment.

- The transmitter in East Anglia.
- Yes.

He's booked on the 6:30
to Colchester tonight.

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

I'm doing my best, John.

'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?

Slow down! Oi!

'Here is an announcement.

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

'At platform three.'

Don't!

Keep that away from the ball.

- How big is this bomb going to be?
- One and a half kilotons.

It should devastate two square miles.

That's a lot of damage.

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

Look who's here. All right, Tom?

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?

OK, let's move this.

- Good.
- When do I get the go signal?

Radio Moscow English
newscast's at nine.

When you hear "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.

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

Don't. The key...

Your friend's arrived, Mr Hardcastle.

Oh, thanks.

Thank you.

Hi, Barry. What did you find out?

The place is owned
by two Greek Cypriots.

Entered the country in '76
and been in deep cover ever since.

The KGB is really pulling out
the family silver.

Irvine thinks the transmitter's here?

- Yeah. How about Winkler?
- He's still in there.

- Who'd you bring with you?
- George. He's in a company Transit.

You boys have everything covered,
so I'll go and get some sleep.

- John.
- What?

- Winkler's leaving.
- Let him go.

But he could be out of the country soon.

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

Winkler's only small fry.

I think the jackpot's in that caf�.

And I feel lucky.

'Anti-nuclear protesters
are streaming into Suffolk

'for tomorrow's demonstration
at Baywaters, the American airbase.'

'The organisers claim
that attendance would top 50,000

'in protest at the tactical
nuclear weapons based there.

'The demonstration will be peaceful...'

'John. 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 caf�.'

- Got him.
- Let me see.

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

It's a motorcycle helmet.

- Get over to the chalet, George.
- Right.

- 'John?'
- Yeah.

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

Fix a bleeper and come back here.

Yes?

From the transmitter in Britain,
General Govorshin.

Everything in place, awaiting signal.

- Very well.
- Sir.

- George?
- 'Yes, John.'

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

You want to take the next left.

And then right.

This guy's really moving.

Where are we now?

Into Suffolk,
heading towards lpswich.

He's stopped. In the town.

And then right again at the next one.

He's still there.

That's over four minutes.

This must be it.

What's happening?

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

...stopping their work.

Get back, everybody.
There could be danger.

Hang on, Barry.

All right, keep moving.

Keep moving.

Barry! Pull out!

Pull out, quickly!

You maniac!

Come on!

It's him. Blue XR3.

Stop! Stop!

Ahh!

You're mad!

- Who signed for this van?
- You did.

Ban the bomb!

RAF Baywaters.

- The American nuclear base.
- He's going there.

He's turned off to the right.

Looks like a dead end.

Keep going for about half a mile.

I'll be in touch.

'Two people
believed responsible for the attack

'were later shot dead by soldiers.
We'll have our next news at 11 .'

" All over the country..."

" Always here with you."

" Radio 2."

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

- 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?

- I want to borrow this house for a while.
- What?

That's not his wife over there.
He murdered his wife.

- And three children. With a shotgun.
- Oh, my God!

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

'l'm Nikolai Kornikov.

'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.'

Our friend is in Cherry Haze Close,
northwest of the airbase.

I'm in number 14, opposite.
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 lrvine, please.

'- And with that we end...
- ..From Radio Moscow.'

'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.

Hello, Chief. 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. Preston?

Through there.

- I'm Julian Lyndhurst.
- John Preston.

- What have they told you?
- Just that he's a terrorist.

He's more than just a terrorist.
He is a top Soviet agent. Pro.

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

He's armed with a bomb.

How big a bomb?

An atomic bomb.

" Deep in my heart."

" I do believe."

" That we shall overcome some day"

'The time is nine o'clock.

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

'Here is the news.
Your reader - Paul Koslow.'

'In Afghanistan, government forces
assisted by their Soviet comrades

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

'Entering Cherry Haze,
15 seconds.'

Go ahead.

'The arrival of Soviet forces
has been greeted with jubilation...'

Ginger!

- Hold position. There's a civilian.
- Ginger!

Ginger. Come on.

Ginger, come down from there.

We're bloody exposed out here.

- '..While trying 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 farmers...'

Easy. Easy.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Ginger!

'..And corn, 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 struggle against American and
Zionist imperialism in the Middle East.

Let me go!

Shut up.

Don't shoot. It's me!

We needed to talk to him!

Sorry, boss. Orders.

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

We are gathered here today
to give thanks

for the life of 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.

Sir Bernard conducted himself
throughout his career

with unfailing cheerfulness,

with generosity of spirit and with charity.

- It's not 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 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.

He was crawling
towards an atomic bomb.

No, he wasn't.
He was executed on your orders.

Or was it on yours, General?

Why did you send Winkler
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 are we going?
- Home.