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I'm Kim Philby, Major.

That is, Colonel Philby
KGB, retired...

I think you will find I have
an appointment with General Govorshin

The Chairman of the KGB General
Govorshin left three hours ago.

But that's impossible.

I was summoned for
an important conference with him.

I regret,

the Comrade General charged me
to make an alternative arrangement.

And what, pray, might that be?

Major Valeri Alexeivitch Petrofsky?

At ease.

You're 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 director order.

You will accept my authority,
and my authority alone.

You will consult neither your
Camp Kommandant

nor the head of
the Illegals Directorate.

Nor will you reveal details
of this mission to anyone.

Major Pavlov her 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 will need to be.

Thank you, London! It's fifteen minutes
to midnight and here

in Trafalgar Square huge crowds
are already gathering to welcome

in the New Year everyone's
in good spirits.

The crowd is cheerful but orderly
and the police so far,

have had an easy time.

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

in the studio in Glasgow
our Hogmanay party is in full swing

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

Nigel!

I've some reinforcements...

Drunkard sod!

It's Jeremy!

Tell Nigel to open the bloody door!

James... Happy New Year.

What flat do you want, sir?

I've got the reinforcements for Nigel!

Yes. But what flat number, sir?

Don't worry

I'll follow the noise.

Happy New Year.

Bingo...

Ah! Preston.

Come and sit down.

Preston, I have told the Committee
that I did not authorise

your action last night.

I have also told them
you have needlessly alerted Berenson

to our investigations by
recklessly blowing up his safe!

Presumably you have some explanation
for the decision, Preston?

Well, we've got Berenson.

What we need now is the name
of his controller.

If Berenson believes
it was only a burglary

he won't be afraid to contact him.

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

You wouldn't have given it.

That will be all, Preston.

Berenson's away, I take it?

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

Yes, but, er, tomorrow is Saturday,
Sir Anthony

we don't expect him back until Monday
we will pick him up then.

But do you go along with that, Preston?

He has a girlfriend.

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

Quite.

I wouldn't be surprised if he found
an excuse to leave the wife

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

I see.

What do you want, Preston?

Round the clock surveillance.

Three teams of watchers.

Phone tap. Mail intercept.

Everything, immediately.

Twenty four men round the clock
for an indefinite period!?

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

Brian, I'm sure you'll agree that
this Berenson business

is of overriding importance.

Yes, of course, Sir Anthony.

Alright, Preston, you've got it.

Gentlemen,
I suggest we reconvene after lunch.

Preston.

Got a moment?

Close the door.

Just what the hell do you think
you are playing at!!!

First, you have the unmitigated qall
to proceed without my permission.

Then you deliberately try to embarrass
the service in front of that shit,

Irvine!

Of course,

I'm well aware that
you somehow consider yourself

as outside the normal chain
of command but let me remind you that

this is a SERVICE not a free-for-all!

And when you've finished showing off,

you come back to work for me
and I as Director General

of the Security Service...

Acting Director General...

Bernard Hemmings isn't dead yet.

Look, Preston let's get this straight.

If, or rather when,

I am confirmed as head
of this department you are just going

to disappear.

Without trace.

I will bear that in mind.

In the 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.

Okay. 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 does seem pretty confident
that he will be your successor.

Has he got rid of all my people?

No there are still a few flies
in his ointment.

John Preston, in particular.

Good man, John.

What's he been up
to?

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

Perston's caught
that prick Berenson leaking NATO papers

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

Julia?

George.

How was the New Year?

How was yours?

So, so.

How about tonight, then?

Yes, lovely.

Seven?

Okay.

Fine.

See you then.

'Bye.

'Bye.

Oh my God!

Hello?

Julia. I'm sorry, darling,

something's come up
I'm afraid I'll have to skip tonight.

Why? Is it Angela?

No. It's the bloody office.

Oh, Geroge, I'm sorry about that.

So am I.

I'll, er, call you tomorrow. Alright?

Bye.

Bye.

Chummy's gone to ground.

Pizzeria on Fillimore Walk.

It's a long way to go for a pizza.

I think we'll join him.

Do you think Jimmy's overdoing
it a little?

Gloria doesn't seem to be objecting.

Well done, Charlie.

Alright.
Here we go.

Don't you like your pizza, Mr Berenson?

No we don't go...

It's a drop.

So what do we do about Berenson?

Better give him the first team.

Oh, shit!

What?

Take away pizzas in boxes!

William...

The girl with the pizzas.

The Manager again.

Who gets special service?

He does.

We'll take this one.

Hello, Angela.

Nigel Irvine.

Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, of course.
How silly of me.

Were we expecting you?

Not exactly.

Do you mind if we come in?

No. Please do.

Is George in?

Yes, of course.

Darling!

In North Wales, severe blizzards...

Hello, George.

Nigel.

How nice.

I wonder if we might 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.

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

I don't know.

Try me.

Alright.

Well for years now I have taken
the attitude that there

was only one struggle
on this planet worth a damn

the fight against world communism.

And it has long seemed to me ridiculous
that the most committed anti communists

in the southern hemisphere
the South Africans should be excluded

from NATO planning because

of some unfashionable

domestic attitudes.

So was this your idea?

Or did someone approach you?

I met someone at a party.

Or did he meet you?

Jan Marais...

It 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 taht crossed my desk.

NATO?

Mmm-huh.

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

Berenson the Rand's taken a bit
of a dive lately.

I didn't do it for money.

I did it because I believed
it was right!

A man of principle to the last.

You can bloody well sneer,

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

You may be interested in this.

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

which pinpoints a Soviet agent
in the South African Foreign Service.

And this is a summation of the South
African internal investigation

which identifies the man
as one Jan Marais.

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 your
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 suplying
the papers. Understand?

Then later when we're finished
we can decide what to do with you.

I'm very grateful, Nigel.

Good operation. Damn good.

The turning of Berenson?

No. The false flag recruitment,
the way he was run.

Very clever.

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

Who?

General Yevgeni Sergeivitch 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.

The well-known Kremlin watcher
we also have

with us Colonal K who quit Moscow
to come to the West last year Colonel,

who's now the leader
of the minority hard line group

in the Politburo?

Certainly it would be a KGB chief,
Govorshin.

How secure would you say he is?

You know, Govorshin is in
a very delicate situation unless comes

some change in world power balance
to justify his his hard line policies.

You talk about a hard line, I...

KGB Chief, Govorshin.

How secure would you say he is?

Govorshin is in

a delicate situation unless comes
some change in world power balance...

General Karpov?

General Borisov on line one.

General Borisov.

General Karpov.

Pavel Petrovich, how are you?

Fine. I need to talk to you.

Yes?

It's serious. Can we meet today?

Well, where are you?

I'm out of town. I'm fishing.

All right,
I'll drive out this afternoon.

Good. Good.

Natasha, I won't be back after lunch.

I'll call your driver.

No. I'll drive myself.

Karpov my friend.

That was quick.

How are you?

I'm good. I'm good.

Bistovia.

Yevgeni Sergeivitch how long have
we known each other?

Get to the point Pavel Petrovitch.

Why are you stripping my department?

Why am I what?!

Stripping me clean.

Everyday something new is taken from me

First, the very best agent
we have specialising

in Britain Major Valeri Petrofsky.

And then, a forged life story
meticulously maintained over the years

a legend that fits Valeri Petrofsky
like a glove.

Where do you want me to stop?

Couriers,

their documentations radio men
and then the coding crystals

for that sleeper transmitter
you yourself planted when you were head

of the KGB in London.

What the hell
are you mounting over there?

Whose authority has been
on all these transfers?

Govorshin!

But Comrade, General Chairman Govorshin
knows nothing about Western Europe.

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

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

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

Then what the hell is going on?

Yevgeni Sergevitch, I'm sorry.
I thought that you...

No. No. In your position
I would have thought the same.

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

Do you think he's trying
to embarrass you?

Maybe remover you?

Not as far as I know.

No... He and I have not had any,
er fireside chats lately.

Something's wrong here, Yevgeni.

Take care.

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?

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?

It's absolute bloody mayhem out there!

I'm sorry?

The traffic. Quite frightening.

I got stuck for half
an hour behind

some motorised carrot pulper
or something.

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

Yes, that kind of thing.

Are you a single man, Mr Ross?

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

Oh, well that's nice.

This is the attic, upstairs.

I see. Thank you.

Then there's the bathroom
and this is the second bedroom.

Of course one does hear
the occasional sound from

the Baywaters American Airbase.

But I hope it doesn't bother you.

No.

That doesn't bother me at all.

Yes?

General...

Tell the first courier to proceed.

Yes sir.

Would passengers arriving
on swiss Air Flight 307,

please collect their luggage...

Hey...

You must be our new neighbour.

I suppose I must be. Jim Ross.

Tome McWhirter.

Any time you feel
like dropping around, huh?

I'll do that. Thank you.

You're a problem, Preston.

You see, while you've been away,

young Mayhurst has
been heading up your section.

And he's done
an excellent job very thorough so

of course it would be grossly unfair
to push him back to his second slot now

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

In C5.

C5!

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

Do you know, I do believe it is.

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

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

Well, I expect your talents
will be equally appreciated

in airports and ports.

John this telex just came in for you.

Give it to 'young Mayhurst'.

I don't work here anymore.

Where are you working then?

In airports and bloody ports.

Hey, seaman?

Where's your pass?

Did you forget something?

What's in your bag?

Gold fillings.

Lily white hands.

Soft palms.

So what we've got is a 'deckhand' from
a Russian trawler who looks like

he's never handled anything harder
than a bar of soap coming out

of Glasgow docks at two a.m.
In the morning.

No forged papers?

Nothing unusual at all.

I think we better have another look
at these effects.

It's polonium.

What'a polonium?

Well combined with lithium
the two together form an initiator.

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

A bomb?

An atomic bomb.

Pull over, Gregoriev.

Yes sir.

I understand you have been driving
comrade Colonel Philby lately.

Yes, comrade general. Up till christmas

Where have you been driving him?

Gergoriev, do you know who I am?

So tell me, where did you drive him?

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

Gregoriev, you have a wife
and two children.

Do 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
been discussing with Govorshin.

What authority have you got for this?

My authority is my rank and my service.

If you have no singed authority
from the Comrade General Chairman

you hve no authority at all.

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

That might not be a very good idea.

Did you know that Philby
has already gone missing?

What do you mean "gone missing"?

Disappeared.

The rumour is that he is dead.

Shot.

On Govorshin's orders.

Well, that is not my concern.

Then 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 endure

it the beatings the sodomy...

I regard this report
this report as alarmist,

irresponsible and supported
by insufficient evidence.

Evidence? Can't you read!?!

That metal disc can only be used
as part of a trigger for an ATOM BOMB.

That remains to be seen.

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

You're trying to worm your way back
into favour by dreaming

up some far fetched drama
of which you yourself,

naturally, are the hero.

And and you're kicking out anybody
who doesn't make themselves available

to kiss your arse!

But if you were to look at
this thing straight just for a moment,

you might see that
there's something going on out there!

It is my prerogative, as head
of this country's Security Service...

Acting head, sunshine...

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

No further action and you are suspended
for insubordination.

Indefinitely.

Look what we've got here!

Nah!

What, you think I'll get out of
this bloody carriage for you bloody wog

Yeah! Fuck off back to the jungle!

Want to go somewhere?

Get out!

Wake up all you black passengers!

Fuck off back to the jungle then!

And take your
Commie fucking brass mates with you.

What's your problem, toerag?

You two related?

Eh?

Hello, Joa.

Hello.

I'm staying in tonight.

You can take the evening off
if you want to.

Hi, Dad.

Hi, Tiger.

Who's winning?

I am!

And police reports indicated
that rioting continued today

in townships outside Johannesbourg,
Pretoria and Cape Town...

Come on, Tiger.

Bed.

Scuffles broke out today between
demonstrators and police

as a further squadron of American
F1-11 Strike Bombers

arrived at the US Airforce Base of
Baywaters had flown non stop from Texas

refuelling in mid Atlantic.

Hey!

You looking for someone?

No. No, not really.

You got a room here?

No. But I've got my car.

Let's go then.

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

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

Well, hell you ain't too busy
to be watching TV

why don't you come down
to the Base for a few beers?

Yes, alright. Thank you,
that would be lovely.

Um just give me a couple
of minutes, okay?

Ever done any bowling, Jimmy?

Goddamn!

You're pretty good, Jimmy.

Yeah, too damn good.

I think we'd better find something
I can beat you at.

Push another?

Oh! Now don't tell me
you've reached your limit, Jimmy boy!

Well, I usually try and stop after
a gallon or so.

No shit.

Marty come here.

Give us two large Moscow Mules Pronto!

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

Na zdrovye that's rusky for "up yours".

Narza drovier.

Cool you British are real cool.

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

Sounds painful.

I ought to be getting back, Eileen.

Yeah?

Okay.

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, Tim.

It's an interesting report, John.

You're pretty sure about this, I take it

That somewhere out there

there's a soviet agent assembling
an atomic bomb?

Yes.

Don't suppose you heard

a sleep transmitter has
just gone active in East Anglia.

Sent two messages.

First, two weeks ago.

But the second soon after
your glasgow incident.

So he's already asked for
a replacement disc.

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

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

I would start by working
on recent immigration records

of all Soviet Block citizens.

Try to pick out the courier.

Alright I can get you those records.

I'll have them brouth round
to your flat.

Okay.

Just keep Harcourt Smith off my back.

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

Timmy!

First of all,
there'd be a core of uranium.

Probably round and about five inches
in diameter.

Now there'd be a two inch diameter hole
right through the centre.

Over here we have
a two inch diameter ord.

Also uranium 235.

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

the mass

of the two together rises beyond
the critical threshold.

And that's when things start
to get exciting.

The fissionable core will explode only
if at the moment of criticality

it's bombarded by a blizzard
of neutrons and the blizzard

is created by the initiator...

Lithium...

And polonium...

what is it that wends the plug down
the tube into the mass?

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

So what we're looking for
is some plastic explosive

a detonator tow small discs a tube...

A round metal case and a rod of uranium

And the uranium ball.

The thing about uranium, it's heavy.

Twice as heavy as lead.

That ball alone would take
a strong man to life two handed.

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

Nearer a child's football.

If an atomic bomb explodes on
an american base they'll be blamed

For a nuclear accident.

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?

Well, what about this professor,
er, Krilov?

Krilov.

Krilov.

Krilov will change his story
in five minutes.

Will he live that long?

And then Govorshin
would simply destroy me.

He can 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.

Dunker.

Hi, Tiger.

Haven't you finished playing yet?

Not yet.

Can I have a go?

Press one of those, there.

Charne is from East Germany Dussiaux,
where's he from?

Jugoslavia.

Is from...

Czechoslovakia.

And from Poland.

Poland.

And they all came into Heathrow
in Frebruary and March

and nobody can pronounce their names...

Mrs Vatanen?

How was your journey from Finland?

Very comfortable, thank you.

Mr Ross.

Let me take your bags.

Irina Vassilievna
of the soviet Army Artillery,

Research directorate...

Specialising in the design
and con struction of atomic shells.

I know.

Valeri Petrofsky. How do you do?

How do you do?

Unfortunately we have a problem though.

We're still missing one component.

We got your message...

Yeah?

John. We've got a break.

Barry. What is it?

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

Yeah.

I'm on my way.

I'll be ready.

This way.

Here we are.

Where are you sleeping?

We're husband and wife, remember.

I think not, comrade Major.

So what have we got?

Austrian by the name of Winkler.

He had a duff visa.

So immigration checked out pass port
it was forged all right.

And Winkler was the name of a spy
the FBI busted three years ago

in California.

We ran him through the computer
found out his real name

was Ivan Komishenko.

KGB Agent specialising
in radio equipment.

The transmitter in East Anglia?

Yes and we've just heard he's booked
on the six thirty

to Colochester tonight.

We've got fifteen minutes!

We'd better get a move on.

I'm doing my best, John.

Passengers with tickets for
the eighteen thirty

from Platform 9 calling at Shenfield,
Chelmsford and Colchester...

Where will I be working?

Upstairs. In the attic.

So how about a drink?

Don't!

Keep that away from the ball.

How big is this bomb going to be?

One and a half kilotons.

It should devastate
about two square miles.

That's a lot of damage...

I imagine
it'll kill somewhere between two

and five thousand people...

Hand me that battery.

Tighten those strutts, will you.

There we are. Armed and primed.

Now you'll have two hours.

To detonate turn
the key niney degress clockwise.

Press the button.

Then the timer's running.

Is that clear?

Okay let's move this.

And when do I get the 'Go' signal...?

The Radio Moscow English newcast's
at nine.

When you hear

the words 'Colonel Gaddafi'
in the third item...

Colonel Gaddafi, okay.

Wait. And I have to give you this.

Is everything alright?

Yes.

Just confirming your instructions.

I turn the key clockwise press
the button then

I have two hours before detonation.

Yes. Two hours.

It suppose to tell Moscow already

Before I go...

I thought you'd get to that.

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 must
have been in deep cover ever since.

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

Does Irvine think
the transmitter's based here?

Yeah. How about Winkler?

He still in there?
Who did you bring with you?

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

Ah, well.

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

John.

What is it?

Winkler's leaving.

Let him go.

But he could be out
of the country by tomorrow.

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

and recently serviced.

Winkler's only small fry.

I think the jackpot's in that cafe.

And I fell lucky.

Anti nuclear protesters have continued
to stream into Suffolk in preparation

for tomorrows demonstration
at Baywaters

the American Strike bomber Base.

Cruise Out! Yanks Out!

The organisers of the really claim
that by tomorrow attendance

would top 50,000 in protest at
the tactical nuclear weapons carried

by the F1-11's based there.

They said the demonstration would make
it's point...

John? Barry?

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

A Suffold Police Spokesman said
they were never...

What does he look like?

Tall. Well built. Wearing a raincoat.

He looks as though
he's carrying something.

He's moving towards the cafe.

Arrived by car, rail and on foot.

Many preparing to spend
the night at the Base...

Got him.

Let me see.

What's he carrying?

I don't know.

It's a motorcycle helmet!!!

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

Right.

John?

Yeah?

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

Fix a bleeper and come back here.

Yes?

A message 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.

Alright. Take the next left.

And then right.

This guy's really moving!

Where are we now?

We're into Suffolk
and heading towards Ipswich.

He's stopped. In town.

And then right again at the next one.

He's still there.

That's over four miuntes.

This must be it.

What's happening?

There's been a big accident!

The main road's blocked.

Hang on, Barry.

Alright. Keep moving.

Now come on through.

Move it!

Move along now.

Barry!

Pull out!

Pull out, quickly!

Come on!

Midblue XR3!

Stop!

Stop now!

Who signed for this van?

You did.

RAF Baywaters?

It's the American Nuclear Base.

That's where he's heading!

He's turned off to the right.

Looks like a dead end.

Keep trying for about half a mile.

I'll be in touch.

Two people who are believed
to be responsible

for the attack later shot dead
by soldiers we'll hve our next news

at 11 o'clock.

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

What, now?

My identification.

Jim ross that's right, yeah.

How long has he lived here?

Two months.

Does he live alone?

Er, no. A woman arrived
the day before yesterday.

I think it's his wife.

So what's all this about then?

I want to borrow this house
for a little while.

What?!

That's not his wife over there,
you know. He murdered his wife

and three children with a shotgun.

Oh my God!

This is serving
the North American service

of Radio Moscow just in case you tuned
in late I'm Nikolai Kornakov

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

are two Soviet jazz critics
Alexei Sattin

and Demetri Drkov and we're going
to listen to some in depth jazz.

Coming to you

on the North American Service
of Radio Moscow.

Our friend is
in Cherryhayes Close north west

of the Air Base.

I'm in the house opposite, number 14.

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

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

Out.

Sir Nigel Irvine,
please from Radio Moscow...

Hello, everybody. Today we 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.

Preston?

Hello, Chief.

So you found the man...

Yes. He's in the house next to
the American Air Base at Baywaters...

Well, we'll have to get him then.

Yes, I think we should.

Geroge. Bill. Let's go.

Captain Lyndhurst.
Assault Team Commander. Is Preston here

Through there.

I'm Julian Lyndhurst.

John Preston.
Have they told you anything?

Just that he's a terrorist.

Oh, he's more than just a terrorist.

He is a top Soviet agent.

A pro.

Is he alone?

Maybe there's a woman in there.

He's armed. With a bomb.

How big a bomb?

Atomic bomb.

Deep in our hearts I do belive that
we shall overcome some day.

The time is nine o'clock.

You are listening

to the English Language Service
of Radio Moscow.

And here is the news.

You're reader, Paul...

In Afghanistan today,

democratic government forces assisted
by their soviet comrades

in arms continued

their sweep against fascist,

CIA backed rabels
in the Panshir Valley...

You correspondent in Kabul reports
that the Government Forces...

Entering Cherryhayes fifteen seconds.

Go ahead.

Including large areas
of the valley have been liberated

and restored to the arrival
of Government and soviet forces

have everywhere been greeted
with dubilation by the liberated

the Afghanis army reported
the capture of...

Ginger?

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

Ginger...

Ginger.

Come on!

Ginger! Come on down from there!

We're bloody exposed out here.

While trying to escape to join
the rebels as lies and distortion.

Here, Ginger!

Continuing his tours
of collective farms

in the Maldazian Republic...

Ginger easy now. Ginger!

Politburo member,

predicted further record grain harvests
this year for soviet agriculture

to a cheering crowd of farm workers...

Eays. Eays.

For Christ's sake!

With the order of Heroes
of soviet labour...

Ginger!

Hogs and corn are not setting
an example to the whole nation...

In Lybia today progressive Arab leaders
invited by the Lybian leader,

Colonel Gaddafi met to discuss further
measures in the cntinuing struggle

against American and Zionist
imperialism in the Middle East.

Let me go!

Put me down!

Shut up!

Go!

Don't shoot it's me!

Stop!

Go back in your homes
and remain there...

We needed to talk to him!

Sorry, boss orders.

Stay in doors!

Stay away from the windows...

I'll be a couple of minutes.

Okay Dad.

We are gathered here today
to give thanks to the life

of our friend, Mr Bernard Hemmings
we are grateful for the privilege

of having known him for all of us,

I believe, have had our lives enriched
and enhanced

by the example he has set us.

For Bernard conducted himself
thorughout his distinguished career

with unfailing cheerfulness and with
generosity of spirits and with charity.

In commemorating him today
I do not think it is too much to say...

Excuse me. Thank you.

That his passing marks the end
of an era.

It is our fondest desire that
he may gain here...

Preston what do you want?

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

I want to know why
the Russian was killed.

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

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

Or was it on yours General?

Why did you send Winkler? Your man
with the obviously forged passport

to lead us to Petrofsky.

You deliberately wasted
the whole operation.

Why did you do that, General?

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

You gave us Petrofsky in return for
the evidence that you were using

to destroy Govorshin.

You could well become
the next Chairman of the KGB.

Preston you are out of your depth.

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

You don't give a shit
about any thing except

your lousy careers. Neither of you.

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

Do you think he'll talk?

Dad!

Where are we going?

Home.