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I'll give you information
about my missions,
about my tradecraft,

but nothing about the people
I work with...

I won't endanger anyone.

Then why
are you defecting?

For that?

So what did she tell you,
this traitor?

Details, that's all.

She was just a chef
working for the embassy.

And I recruited her.

I approached her.

Say goodbye.

You and the traitor
will be debriefed separately.

It's a trap. Run.

I need to go.

Report from Katia M,
secretary to Oleg Dornin,
Soviet trade envoy.

Questioned in character
for 11 hours

but did not retrieve
any notable intel.

Instead have obtained pictures
of appointments diary

covering January
and February 1972.

Also enclosed are copies
of family photographs.

Registry currently
cross-referencing

in case any subjects
are persons of interest.

Report ends.

And, let me tell you,
I worshipped that man.

But confidence
is on the floor.

And in our game,
insecurity can cost lives.

Now, my chief concern...
My only concern,

is what's best
for the department,
the country,

the memory
of that once great man.

Now...

-Call for you, Mr Waterhouse.
-Wait!

Now, some have suggested
that I take the reins. I...

All I can say is,
the thought's never occurred
to me...

It's not my mother, is it?

The strategic arms
limitation talks continue
in Helsinki.

However, proceedings
were delayed today
when the U.S. delegation

refused to attend
the morning session

after hearing reports
that the U.S.S.R.

had, in fact,
stepped up production
of anti-ballistic missiles

instead of freezing it.

Domestic news.
As the miners' strike
enters its fifth week,

power cuts and other
restrictions are being
introduced across the country.

Here's a report
from our correspondent,
Martin Bell.

The first effect
of the emergency will be seen

in the darkening
of city centres.

In fact,
it's already started...

Sarah, do you need this one?

All yours.

With me.

...for from then it becomes
an offence to use electricity

for advertising
or floodlighting.

The penalty
for such an offence...

...a £100 pound fine,
or three months in jail,
or both.

The emergency regulations
will also relieve

the electricity authorities
of their responsibility

to maintain
uninterrupted supplies.

So, they'll be able
to economise

where they have to,
and to keep the power flowing
where it's needed.

What was she talking
to you about?

-What?
-Her.

Sarah. Daddy's girl.
What was she saying?

Nothing.

She was watching the news.

I went in
to watch it with her.

Thick as thieves, you two.

So, Arkady Malinov.

Since '62,
he's been a lecturer

at Reading University,
for his sins.

Pure as the driven,
so we thought, until today,

when he drinks
a bath full of vodka

and punches a policeman.

But once in custody,
he lets it be known

that he is in fact,
Colonel Arkady blah-blah

of the Committee
for State Security
and wishes to parley.

So, we've released him,
told him to roll up

at the Olympic Hotel
in Earls Court later today.

There he shall have
the dubious pleasure
of being debriefed by you.

-Why me?
-Oh. Don't look at me.

It was Daddy's idea.

After that fiasco in Poland,
I was lobbying for you
to get your P45.

That's what they call it,
isn't it?

We had to give up
three of our most prized
catches to get you back.

I mean, what were you
even doing there?

I'll give you information
about my missions,
about my tradecraft,

but nothing about the people
I work with...

I won't endanger anyone.

I was following up
on a possible defection.

Well, we are
a merciful bunch, apparently.

Hence, this chance
to redeem yourself.

Look, chances are,
he just wants to defect.

So, convince him to stay
on the Kremlin's payroll
and work for us.

Take Alan with you,
he'll be your ears.

Chin up!

It'll make a nice change
from bedding secretaries
and forgotten wives, no?

So, Joe. How do you like
to spend your free time?

Are you a member
of a team or club?

Maybe you enjoy
more solitary pursuits...

Ah, like model-making
or canoeing?

Yeah, as you know,
small talk
isn't my strong suit.

So, actually,
Sarah thought that a list
of prepared topics might help.

Um, "Mutual friends."
Bit sticky.

"Politics."
Bit of a minefield.

"'Sport." Gosh, no.

"Leisure activities."
That's all I have.

It's fine.
We'll talk about work.

Thank you.

Right! That's one in the lamp,
one in the showerhead
in the bathroom.

I need to check the levels.

When I tap on the wall,
you say something.

Like what?

-Oh, anything.
A nursery rhyme.
-I don't know any.

Everyone knows
a nursery rhyme.

Frere Jacques?

Pease Pudding Hot?

Yesterday Upon the Stair.

-I know that one.
-Capital.

Yesterday,
upon the stair,

I met a man who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today.

I wish that man would go away.

More? Is that not enough?

We should have
worked out a code.
Does one knock mean, "Yes?"

He's here.

Just you?

Yes, but who listens?

-How long have we got?
-An hour.

You understand
we cannot discuss payments

until your debrief
has been completed.

This takes about
six months

and your product assessed.

Colonel?

Yeah.

Though, of course,
our rates of pay increase,

if you stay in situ
and help us gather intel
on a more regular basis.

Yes, this is what I want.

I am going to work for MI5.

Well, that's very nice of you.

So, you know the drill.

We'll start with your name
and rank,

then move onto
your war record.

There is no time.

I have information
about a major KGB operation

about to take place
on United Kingdom soil.

It has been named
Operation Glass.

What are the objectives
of this operation?

I don't know.

Well, how many people
does it involve?

I don't know.

Why is it called
Operation Glass?

-I do not know.
-So exactly which bit
of this plan

that you know nothing about
has offended you so much

that you want to betray
your country?

Years from now,
the story of British
and Soviet espionage

will be divided
into before and after
this moment.

Before and after
Operation Glass.

They are going to tear
everything down.

At this point,
I paused the interview.

I needed to speak to Bobby.

I asked Alan to babysit
Arkady. I went downstairs
to phone The Fray.

For product of this quality,
Arkady wanted £10,000

and a new identity.

I said not a penny more
then 5,000

and a new identity would only
be provided

if the veracity
of this operation were proven.

He grumbled a bit
but seemed generally satisfied

and told me everything
he knows about
Operation Glass.

I have a name.

As time goes on,
I will have more.

Each a retired
or inactive agent,
a British citizen.

Each name come
with an instruction

just for them.

I will approach them
and give them their task.

How are you given the names?

A dead-letter drop.

The men's' toilets
in Boston Manor Park.

I know to pick it up
because they put advert

in classified ads
in The Times.

It say, "Cousin Andrew.
Please visit us."

Who's the first agent?

David Hexton.

He used to work in, er,
Ministry of Agriculture.

You still haven't told me
why you're turning.

Why am I turning?

I want to be a capitalist.

I want to read The Times

and see the Oxford
and Cambridge boat race.

I want my children
to go to Eton.

You should know more
about this plan.

What aren't you telling me?

Understand this.

Operation Glass is a jigsaw.

No one sees all the pieces.

But all the world will see
the finished picture.

"A jigsaw." I mean...
"Planned in the shadows."
What is he talking about?

I hate it when they try
to be enigmatic.

Well, in terms of "why",
this new desire
for a Western life,

something about it
doesn't sit quite right.

But as for, "Why now",
it's as I said,

years of being ignored,
denied significant
operational responsibility,

he's lost loyalty
to the cause.

Yes, but this Operation Glass,
if it succeeds, if it's real,

won't that reflect well
on him?

I see
what Joe's getting at.

Arkady is only a postman
and he knows it.

He's finally been invited
to the top table

and he's just dishing
out the soup.

If he wrecks the whole thing,
he's in control.

He's important,
perhaps, for the first time
in his career.

It all sounds
damn fishy to me.

I mean, he's broken
enough legs to make colonel
in the KGB,

but he's going to turn
his back on the whole lot

because he fancies a trip
to Harrods?

Daddy, some sense,
I implore you.

What is David Hexton
doing now?

Er, we've had shadows on him
since I spoke to Arkady.

We're logging his movements,
anyone he speaks to,

but we won't engage
until you give us
the go-ahead.

I shall need to speak
to the Home Secretary first,

convince him to loosen
the purse strings.

Daddy, am I to take it
you believe in this

quote unquote plan?

We are ancient nations,
we both want this war to end.

Eventually, one of us
would find a way
to break the stalemate.

But the warrior who lifts
his arm for the killer blow

leaves his heart exposed.

Bloody miners!

Yes, ignoring it may well be
a risk

but so is ploughing money
and manpower

into what might turn out
to be a wild goose chase.

5 have had
some notable fumbles of late.

One more and you'll be out
on your ear,

and I'll be shuffled off to...
Christ, I don't know,

Agriculture or something.

No, to release funds
of those kinds,

I'm going to need more
than the ramblings
of some KGB also-ran.

You're right, Home Secretary.
Of course.

We've allowed our imaginations
to get the better of us.

No, I'm sure the chances
of this plan

being as catastrophic
as comrade Arkady implies,

such as giving Kalashnikovs
to the Trade Unions, say,

are slim to say the least.
Minister, I shall say adieu.

I go out through here, yes?

Er, no, no, let's...
Let's not be hasty.

We mustn't let...

...prudence
compromise security.

Perhaps there's a, er...
A middle ground
we could explore?

What if I were to assemble
a small committee of, er,

trusted officers to go through
the list ourselves,

off the books,
so to speak.

So should it turn out
to be a Moscow trick...

Then we have kept wastage
to a minimum.

And we could put it through
our books as, er,

training.

That's a little dishonest,
don't you think?

Said the politician
to the spy.

Working?

On a Sunday?

No. Er...

Yes, um, bit of
a breakthrough at work.

Netted a big fish.

It's all very hush-hush, but,
er, all hands to the pump.

Do they appreciate you,
my darling?

-Shall I talk to them again?
-No!

God, no.

No, they're cock-a-hoop
with me.

Really. Full of praise.

No, this, um...

Daddy's formed
a special committee.

Asked for me personally.

Oh!

This could be the beginning.

I think so, too.

-My Hercules.

You'll bring glory
to our name once more.

-Won't you?

Mother, really,
you are too much!

Now, I will not
stand for this!

You'll do as you're
bloody well told, darling.

Moscow will give the names
of the agents to Arkady

one by one via
a dead-letter drop.

The first is David Hexton.

By now, Arkady
will have activated him
and passed on instructions.

Now, does any of this tally
with any whispers we've heard?

-Well, funny you should ask...
-Right, okay, before Sarah...

Three months ago I was
approached by an old agent
of mine, Colin Blakefield.

He had reason to believe
that Moscow was preparing
a major operation.

I passed this information
to Bobby,

but he didn't think it was
important enough to follow up.

I dismissed it because
Colin's product is so...

...notoriously unreliable.

If he told me
the sky was blue,
I'd go outside and check.

Well, it turns out
the sky is blue.

Joe,

you debriefed Arkady,
you're inclined
to believe him.

The only time that
I thought Arkady was
actually lying to me

was when I asked him
why he was turning.

He moved the ashtray
and placed it between us.

Liars often place objects
between themselves and
the person they're talking to.

I want to read The Times
and see the Oxford and
Cambridge boat race.

But you believe
the operation is real?

And regardless of
his motivations,

you believe Arkady is
genuinely switching sides?

-Yes.
I'm sorry,
I don't mean to, er...

I'm, I'm right in saying that

you don't know actually what
Operation Glass is, do you?

Can I just ask
who this chap is?

Sorry, it's just we
haven't been introduced.
Unless I missed it?

Did you all introduce
yourselves while I was
padlocking my bike?

This is Detective
Constable Jim Fenchurch
from Special Branch.

Jim will be joining us
as our police liaison.

Jim, this is Bobby Waterhouse,

head of Counter-Espionage
here at The Fray.

Sarah Montag,
his deputy, but also what
we like to call a reflector.

She has a genius for deducing
motives and intentions.

You said The Fray.
Well, what's The Fray?

Where we find ourselves now.

The central offices of MI5.

Alan, her husband,

one of our nosey parkers,
in charge of bugs and
wire-taps and

Joe Lambe.

A man of, er, obscure
and formidable talents.

And of course, Wendy,

on loan from the Nannies.

So, Jim. You were saying.

Yeah, you don't actually

know what it is
you're investigating.

This isn't
a conventional war, Jim.

The objectives,
even our own, are unclear
and ever-changing.

Do the Soviets want
to oppress us?

Without question. But how?

Will they invade us?

Will they raise us to the
ground with a nuclear strike?

Or will they infiltrate
and destabilise us
from the inside?

We don't know.

It is a war of variables
and unknowns

and all we can do is watch,
surmise, and react.

Bobby, talk to everyone in
your legendary address book.

Alan, I want you to
go through every inch

of recorded conversation,
flagging the word "Glass."

Joe, take Jim, contact David,
find out what
his instructions are

and attempt to get him
into bed with us.

Wendy.

Ah...

That must be wonderful,
being able to read
people's body language.

Like having x-ray vision.

It's terrible.

Joe. A quick word.
Um, I'm...

...worried about Daddy.

We all know
his tenure has been,
shall we say, lacklustre.

One more cock-up,
he'll be getting his clock,

which will
be heart-breaking, blah-blah,
but may be a blessing.

Put the old dog
out of his misery. I mean,

the business with
the Chinese dancer.

People gossip,
it's ghastly, but that's
people for you.

Now what to do?

Perhaps you could
keep an eye on him.

Talk to him,
see what's going on in
that once-great noggin.

And report back to you.

Someone has to mind the shop.
The old man is
losing his grip.

I'm not the
right man for this.

-But Daddy trusts you.
-Which is why I'm not the...

Forget it.

This is no time
for sentiment, Joe.

We must look to the future.

It's just a game, Bobby.
And this is why.

I didn't ask
for this assignment.
I want to make that clear.

I don't agree with you.

-You don't agree with us?
-Why is he called Daddy?

It's childish.
What's his real name?

No one knows.

What do you mean
you don't agree with us?

I'm not impressed
by this world.

-You're arrogant.

Not you.

-"You."
-Yeah.

You think
you're above the law.

I think this is a conversation
for another time.

-I'm not impressed.
-Yeah, yeah.

-You might have
mentioned that.

Right, I need you
to get us in there.

I don't have any jurisdiction.

After that, just stand there.

Be stoic.
What you've been doing.
Be unimpressed.

-And my name's Henderson.
-I thought it was Lambe.

It is. It just isn't here.

-Who am I?
-You're you.

David Hexton?

I'm Detective Constable
James Fenchurch. This is

Mr Henderson.
We'd like to talk to you.

Oh, thank God.

Thank God.

I want to make it
absolutely...

I've had no contact,
no dealings with, uh,

with Russia for years.
I thought it was over.

I thought they'd
forgotten me, I want to
make that absolutely clear.

Until yesterday,
when one of their agents
approached you.

Yes, yes, that's...

-That's right.
-What did he give you?

It's encrypted in the same
code I used when I was...

When I worked for them.

What does it say?

An address,
a flat in Marylebone.

Underneath it is the name
of a letting agent.

The instruction is to go to
them and to lease that flat.

-And?
-That's it.

-That's it? Lease a flat?
-Yeah.

So you've done that already?

Yesterday. Straight away.

What are you supposed to do
with these now

for the man who
approached you yesterday?

Are you meant
to give them to him?

No, he, uh, said
he was just a messenger.

Someone was coming
to pick them up today.

I thought you were them.

Right, when they come,
this is what you say.

You tell them
that the estate agent still
hasn't given you the keys,

you're picking them up
this evening.

We need to get
into that flat first.

Tell them to meet you
there tonight at 9:00 p.m.,

no earlier, to hand over
the keys, have you got that?

But you'll be there instead.

No, we'll be there
as well.

You'll give them the keys,

you'll act
as if nothing's wrong.

I thought you'd
come to help me...

By the way,
Operation Glass, does that
mean anything to you?

Er... No. I...

Or perhaps someone
mentioned it when you
were working with the Soviets?

Never. Look, about tonight,
I really...

Why did you do it?

Betray your country. Hmm?

I'm curious.

Look, I only worked for
the Ministry of Agriculture,
I couldn't give them anything,

I don't know, crucial.

It's my wife.

She's East German.

The Soviets allowed
her to emigrate
in exchange for information.

I did it for her.

I did it to be with her.

9:00 p.m. Don't forget.

So that's it?

That's it.

He's a criminal.

Well, once this is over,
feel free to arrest him.

So, you're exploiting him,
then abandoning him.

Oh, that's even worse.

Let's take the stairs.

-Who is it?
-Them.

The KGB?

They're here.

You are joking?

Welcome to MI5.

Hello, David.

You are alone?
Yes.

It is done?
Yes, yes.

But the, uh,
the thing is,

the letting agent hasn't
given me the keys yet.

I'm, uh, picking them up
this evening.

So I thought I could meet you
there and hand them over.

About 9:00?

You're not lying
to me, are you?

Of course not.

Is there anything else?

It's just, my wife's due
back from work any minute.

No, no, no, no.

See you later.

That's it.

I'm sorry,
I can't do this.

I can't,
can't go through with it.

I'd fall apart, I know it,
I'd, uh, say the wrong thing.

No! No! Get off me!

Couldn't someone
pose as the letting agent,
say, or even...

Shut up.

You passed information
to a hostile government.

Harmless info...

Crop yields, the efficiency
of certain fertilisers...

A regime that might be
about to put our entire
country under siege.

You told them how
much food we have.

You told them
how to make chemical weaponry!

Now you're going to do this.

You are going to serve
the country you betrayed

or I'll make sure
your wife gets deported

and you spend the rest
of your life in prison.

Is that clear?

What?

David, this is an opportunity.

Not just to repay your debt,
but to be a hero.

To be a soldier.

To fight for something
greater than us.

See you tonight.

Listen, a scouser
goes to a prostitute

and she says to him,
"Do you fancy a blow job?"

He says, "I don't know.
Will it affect me dole money?"

So Paddy, right,
Paddy gets arrested for rape.

And they put him in a line up
with ten other blokes

and they escort this woman in,

and Paddy yells out,
"That's her!
I'd recognise her anywhere!"

Listen, two monkeys
in a bath...

So what have you got?

So I ask around
the immigrant clubs.

I hate those places,
full of foreigners.

I speak to Sergei.
He's the caretaker.

"Sergei, what do you know
about a Moscow hood,

"ruthless bastard,
peels apples?"

And he goes pale

and he says,
"You mean Odin?"

-Odin?
-Mmm.

Anyway, then he get
all scared and he says,

"Shut up. What do I know
about Russian hoods?
Leave me alone."

This is all I get.

But listen to Kitty...

I got a bad feeling
about this.

When Sergei talk
about this Odin,

he's scared.

I'm saying be careful.

You're too beautiful to die.

-Goodbye, Kitty.
-Goodbye.

Why are you putting
the microphone there?

Oh, uh, because it's
where we'd stand.

It's the door, window.

Why this flat?

I don't understand.

What's so special
about this flat?

Um, do we have a coffin?

To put David in.

When he's shot.

By the KGB.

To put his dead body in?

It's humour to lighten...
Lighten the mood.

Okay.

You'll be fine.

Stay calm.

Remember, we're just
down the corridor.

The man that came
to your flat this morning,

one of them peeled
an apple with a knife,
do you remember?

Yeah.

If he is one of
the men you let in,

I want you to say,

"I almost bought some vodka,
but I thought
it was a bit of a cliche."

Say it over there,
by the microphone.

What?

"I almost bought some vodka,

"but I thought
it was a bit of a cliche."

I almost bought
some vodka, but I thought
it was a bit of a cliche.

If...

If it's the man
who peeled the apple.

Yeah.

It's quite a walk.

Another three floors up.

Multiple movements
in the corridor.

The door is opening.

David has moved
to the centre of the room,

two men have
entered behind him,

one heavy set,

the other lithe,

there's no sound
of the impact of their
shoes on the floor,

just the creak of the boards,

so they're wearing
rubber soles.

The heavy one is still
in front of the door.

This is
excellent, David,
you've done very well.

I can't hear
what they're saying.

Do you...

Do you want
something to drink?

I almost, uh...

I almost
bought some vodka,

but I thought
it was a bit of a cliche.

Now the other one's crossing
quickly to the window.

He's closing the blinds.

Why's he closing the blinds?

What's going on?

What's he saying?

Jesus...

Shit!

Stay here.

All right.

-Do you think he's all right?
I doubt it.

You just hit him with a plank.

Come on.

It's not him.

It's not who?

Joe? Hey!

You go that way.

Hey, how come you get the gun?

Joe!

Joe!

Hello, Joe.

Drop the gun or I'll shoot.

If you do, the muscles
in my arm will spasm,

I pull the trigger,
and your friend
will die very messily.

Let us try to avoid that.

-Joe don't shoot. Joe!

If you wanted to shoot him,
you would have done it by now.

You never had any problem
shooting an unarmed woman.

She was a traitor.

Which reminds me,

what do they know about you?

They know everything.

Liar.

Joe, when you
imagine this moment,
as I'm sure you have,

what happens?

I kill you.

Then, what are
you waiting for?

If he dies, you can
say he was caught
in the crossfire.

No one will know.

Come on, Joe.

Joe, please!

Please!

Goodbye, Joe.

This must be hard.

But don't worry.
Soon everything
will become clear.

Oh, shit.

No!

Yulia!

Yulia!

Yulia!

No!

Bad show.

The geese fly south in winter.

Ah, yes.

But the gander is, um...
No.

The gander tends to...

What? "The gander"?

And their eggs
are most plentiful

-when the...
Please stop.

This is painful.

I heard what happened.

Mmm.

Oh, my love.

I'm fine.

Joe and that Jim chap engaged.

I'm ashamed to say I hid.

I'd have been furious
if you hadn't.

I want to have
the conversation.

-Oh, Sarah.
-No, not that one.

The Marconi one.

Someone died tonight.

Yards away from you.

All I'm saying is,
with your skills
you could walk...

...straight into
somewhere like Marconi.

Is this really
about my safety?

You're destined
for great things,

and a husband who
tinkers with wires
and microphones is hardly...

Is that why you think
I want you to get
a different job?

To make you more
suitable for me?

People talk, Sarah.

Because they
don't understand us.

Not in this world.

Come on.

Best case scenario.

Moscow don't know
Arkady has turned.

They think David
approached us directly,

and that's why
they killed him.

From Joe's report,
he clearly didn't want to
be part of any operation,

ours or theirs,
so it's not hard to imagine.

I want Arkady
taken into protective custody.

He can be debriefed later,

just get him
out of harm's way.

Wait.

Let's think about this.

Moscow will know
Arkady won't have used
his real name with David,

any more than we would.

You think Moscow might keep
Arkady as a go-between?

If this operation is
as top secret
as we've been told,

they won't want to risk
bringing more people in.

We just won't know for sure
until they contact Arkady
with the next name.

Or his body is washed up
on a beach.

There is another
possible explanation as to
why they killed David.

We have a mole.

Not just in MI5,
but in this group.

In this room.

Joe, Daddy, Bobby, Alan,
Wendy, Jim or myself.

One of us
told Moscow about this.

The signal has been given.

Another name
has been left for Arkady
in the dead-letter drop.

If Moscow know
he's working for us,

It'll be a trap.
They'll be waiting for him.

I say, get Arkady
into a safe house,

wait for Moscow's next move.

Except Moscow's next move
could be the Red Army
marching down the mount.

Daddy, we need a decision.

We continue.

We assume Moscow don't know
about Arkady.

We assume there is no mole.

We let Arkady
collect the next name.

We endanger the few

to protect the many.

Come.

The agent that was
killed in Poland,

I had allowed our relationship
to become...

...unprofessional.

She was killed by
the same man that
David Hexton met at the flat.

David was scared,

unreliable

and vulnerable.

In my eagerness
to expose this man,

I convinced him
to participate in the
operation that killed him.

If I reassign you,
will you abandon
your search for this man?

-No.
-Then our objectives
are the same.

Find him
and you find the truth
of Operation Glass.

You know
what I was doing in Poland?

Yes.

You were attempting
to infiltrate the
Soviet Security Service.

Your cover was that of
a disaffected MI5 officer.

Once you had
gained their trust,

the plan was to relay
intel back to us

and feed them prepared

misinformation.

But that's not true.

Really?

Hmm.

That's what it says
in your file.

I should know,

I wrote it.

Why? Hmm?

Why save me?

It's not quite
as altruistic
as it might seem.

This second chance
I've given you
will pass unremarked,

we are Englishmen after all.

But I know

it will not be forgotten.

Could I rely on you
never to betray a country?

Perhaps not.

Could I rely on you never
to betray me?

Yes.

I believe I could.

I'm sorry, Joe,

I have to trust someone,

and I've decided

it's you.

So, now that we are both
suitably embarrassed,

I shall bid you goodnight.

I understand now.

After I saw
what they did to David.

I mean, I still don't think
there's anything

impressive or

romantic about this.

But I now see
you're necessary.

If the mission is all
that this is about.

Who was the girl?

I forget.

This is an opportunity
for you to be a soldier.
To be a hero.

To fight for something
greater than us.

Would I be safe?

Trust me.

Kitty?

Kitty?

Kitty?

Kitty?

Kitty!

Oh, my God!

Don't speak.
Don't speak.

I'll get help...
Okay.

Why you do this
to me, beautiful?

What?

They said

you ordered it.

What are you saying?

You lied to me, Joe.

You're a traitor.

Yulia! Yulia!

Yulia!

No!

Yulia!

No!

I'm so sorry.

We joined the game
for different reasons...

Whether you stay loyal
or you betray everything,
only you know why.

You are putting
your personal agenda
ahead of the mission.

That has nothing
to do with it!

Um, I'm just going to
pop that there for a moment.

All right,
all right, all right,
I'll talk, I'll talk!

My God!

Operation Glass
is a pre-emptive
nuclear strike on the U.K.

I know
exactly where
your loyalties lie.