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I have information
about a major KGB operation.

I have a name.
As time goes on,
I will have more.

Each a retired
or inactive agent.

How are you given the names?

A dead-letter drop.

You debriefed Arkady,

you're inclined
to believe him.

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?

Um... My period,
just now.

You never had any problem
shooting an unarmed woman.

She was a traitor.

Which reminds me,
what do they know
about you?

Sixty percent
of what's here is highly
accurate intelligence.

The other
forty odd percent
is fabricated.

They wanted to send us
on a wild goose chase.

They sacrificed
incomplete intel

to convince us
the name was real.

To distract us.

Unless,

what they're really
planning is far more
dangerous

than anything
we've imagined so far.

It was misdirection
from the start.

Comrade Arkady
feeds us some nonsense

about defecting and
a secret heinous plot
to keep us busy

while the real Operation Glass
plays out elsewhere.

Joe, you were
his first point of contact.

What were your observations?

He was disillusioned,
determined.

He was definitely
scared, you know,
but I... I don't know.

Maybe he was
afraid of us, not them.

A fairly crucial distinction.

What happened to,
"He tugged his
left earlobe,

"so we can
trust him implicitly?"

I can't be certain though.

-So we bring him in.
We have to.
-No.

Moscow don't yet know
we've uncovered
their deception.

As far as
they're concerned,

Arkady Malinov
is still in play.

But clearly
we can't trust him.

But we can use him.

Shadow him,
search his flat.

We need to know who
we are dealing with.

He was checking
a private mailbox.

Fourth row down,
fourth from the right.

Whatever he was expecting,
it wasn't there.

He's clearly been receiving
secret communications

via this mailbox.

While he was keeping us
busy with the ads
in The Times,

turns out he was getting
his real instructions
elsewhere.

Then it would seem
safe to assume

that Arkady has been
in on the deception
from the start.

He knew his role
was to create
a smokescreen.

But that may still be
all he knows.

And the flat?

The team looked at everything
in Arkady's flat.

We got copies of anything
potentially interesting

but on first glance
it all looks clean.

So, we use him
to lead us
to his handler,

the next step up
the food chain.

We use their own
tradecraft against them.

They've already established
the protocol of the
classified ads.

"Dear Cousin Andrew."

If we were to place
an advert ourselves.

Either he knows
Kate Wilkinson was supposed
to be the final name,

in which case he might try
to contact Moscow,

which could lead us
to his handler or...

Or he'll follow protocol,
contact us,

go to the dead-letter drop.

And we give him
a name and location.

To what end exactly?

Well, I can't pretend
it would be much more
than a fishing expedition.

But if Arkady thinks
he's meeting a fellow comrade,

he might be persuaded
to let something slip.

Something we might
be able to use.

Well then...
Go fish.

Arkady called in.

He's seen the advert.

He'll collect the name
at the dead-letter drop.

All good?

Yeah. A name,
meeting place
and a message.

What was the name?

Annabel Reeve.

Research chemist at UCL,

working on the
industrial application

of synthetic
organic compounds.

Recruited as a student by
a charismatic professor.

Father dead, mother ailing.

No siblings.

Unmarried,
but sexually promiscuous.

So not about to
settle down and
have babies, then?

I'd imagine she's too busy
bedding half of Unilever
on the orders of the KGB.

Rather her than me.

All set?

We want you in situ
before our friend arrives.

You don't have men
in the restaurant?

No. It'll just be you.

Because it is very small.
If anyone
looks out of place...

Don't worry.
I'll keep my distance.

It's time.

Ah, you'll be here?

-You'll be fine.
-Okay.

Subject sighted.

We're off.

-Miss Reeve?
-Yes.

I believe we once met
at the conference in Torquay.

Yes. I remember.
The weather was
unseasonably warm.

How nice to see you again.

Signor?

It's fine, Alfredo.
My friend isn't eating.

Well, I will leave you
to your lunch.

Was there nothing else?

I assumed you
would understand.

I do, but I was hope...
Hoping...

I'm sorry.
I am only the messenger.

No, I know, of course.

But please,
if I could just talk to you,

just for a moment?

Please?

All right.
For a moment.

I won't ask anything
I shouldn't.

I couldn't answer
you if you did.

No. Of course.

It's just... It's just...

My dedication and...

And conviction
are as strong as ever

but I'm finding,
I'm finding it hard...

The waiting
and the isolation...

I mean, I know
it has to be this way...

I know the less each of us
knows, the safer it is,

but, still...

You just need to hold on.
It won't be for much longer.

It won't?

You mean?

Because I was told that,
that when you made contact,

-it would be the endgame.
-Yes.

The operation is
progressing as planned.

And you know what
that means, don't you?

You've seen the whole picture.

I'm afraid that's all
I can tell you.

But trust me...

Everything is
about to change.

And when it does,
we will all be rewarded.

I have to go now.

Do you think...
Might we be able
to meet again?

I'm afraid that
won't be possible.

Goodbye, Annabel.

Goodbye.

Shit!

Everything go okay?

Yes. It was fine.

You were gone
for quite a while.

There was a waiter,
so I had to stay.

There were no problems, no?

No, no. Let's just go,
shall we?

Sure.

Waterhouse.

Shouldn't you be holed up
somewhere tapping
Bolshie phone lines?

A man has to eat, Andrew.

Erm, actually I'm glad
I ran into you.

Saves me a phone call.

Erm, need you to put
a team on standby for me...

Think we may need a spot
of back-up in the
not so distant.

Mmm, I'm afraid that may not
be possible.

How so?

There's the small matter
of a major vice operation,
for one thing.

I take it you've
heard about this?

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Now our liaison chappy,
Fenchurch

was pulled in to
lend a hand. Oops.

By the by, we'll need him
with us full-time

till further notice,
if you can pass
that down the line.

No can do, I'm afraid.

We need all the manpower
we've got right now.

I don't see why,
if the raid's
already taken place.

It's the mere tip
of the iceberg,
old boy.

There are witness reports
to examine, leads
to follow up.

Erm, you live up that way,
don't you, Waterhouse?

No, dear boy.
The mater and I
are in Belgravia.

Oh? My mistake.

For some reason
I always associate you
with that area.

Er, listen, Andrew.
Now, this is from on high.

So do what you have to,

but just make sure we have
a dozen officers ready to go.

You can't just
commandeer my men.

If you need back-up,
you make an official
request.

You go through
the proper channels.

Yes, because that
worked out so well
last time, didn't it?

We requested a team
to monitor Kasimir Surikov.

You, however, took it
upon yourself to recall them.

As a result our man
wound up with a knife
in his guts.

For God's sake...

Now, I haven't shared
that particular nugget
with Daddy

or your superiors.

But I imagine it'd result
in a very black mark

against your name,
would it not?

Might rather
put the kibosh
on your promotion.

Might even mean a demotion,

knowing how dear
old Malcolm does love
a scapegoat.

So let's continue in a spirit
of cooperation, shall we?

There's a good chap.

Yes, I'll tell Fenchurch
he's with us from now on.

How did it go?

Yeah, he stuck
to the party line.

"The end is in sight.

"You'll be rewarded
for your sacrifices."

Bully.

He's hiding something.

One thing's certain,
whatever they're up to...

It's about to happen.

-Did he say that?
-Yeah.

Shit.

When did the
postal strike end?

Er, midnight.

Oh, damn. I was supposed
to post out Carol's mum's
birthday card.

Good afternoon, sir.

I'm here on behalf
of Customs and Excise.

Yeah?

We have reason to believe
that a Russian national

has been having black
market goods delivered
to this address.

I don't know
nothing about that.

But I'm going to need to ask
you to open those mailboxes
over there for me.

Boxes is locked.

Owners have keys.

-You don't have a copy?
-Mm-mm.

What happens if you place
something in
the wrong box by mistake?

Don't make mistakes.

Okay.

I'm going to have to come back
here with a police officer
and a search warrant.

Okey, dokey.

Thank you.

You needed me?

Come in, Bobby. Please sit.

Andrew has some information
he wishes to share with us.

Oh, yes?

As I say, this is strictly
off the record.

We've been given a statement

by one of the rent boys
from the Heath raid.

In it he refers to
a regular punter

who works as some
kind of civil servant.

Now apparently this chap
likes to brag that his work
is of national importance.

Very hush, hush,

"Tell you,
I'll have to kill you,"
sort of thing.

Now of course,
this may be complete fantasy

but the thing is, he has
given us a very detailed
description of this man.

And, I'm afraid to say
he sounds rather
like you, Bobby.

Does he really?

But now, of course,
this may come
to nothing but...

Well, given
the inevitable
security concerns

that will be raised...

Well, I can of course
assure you

I am not the man
he is describing.

Anyhow, I just wanted
to give you
the lie of the land.

I will leave you with
the information to do
with what you will.

Thank you, Andrew.

Oh, and on the other matter,

Kasimir Surikov,
I'll make sure you
get a formal report.

It was a bit of
an operational breakdown
but it won't happen again.

Mmm-hmm.

For the record,

I wish to state that I have
never met this person

and should he provide
times and dates

for these alleged
encounters,

I shall be able to
categorically disprove
his allegations.

I'm sure you shall.

Trouble is, once these
things are out there,

it's not so easy to put
them back into
their box now,

is it?

So all these other cards
were in Arkady's flat?

Uh-huh. Search team
found them in a drawer.

They were blank,
just thrown in with
some other stationery.

I didn't think they
were significant
till I found the other one.

And they were all checked
for hidden writing?

Mmm-hmm.
There was nothing.

You said the envelope
in the mailbox
had a French postmark?

Rouen. Sent five days ago.

What do you think?

Well, obviously
we don't know the order
they arrived in,

but, if memory serves,
we have

Six Tuscan Poets,

The Five Senses
by one of the Bruegels,

the elder or possibly
the younger,

Cezanne's Four Bathers,

Three Dancers by Degas,

two of Raphael's angels.

You said it was
a Delaunay in
the mailbox?

Premier Disque.

It's a countdown.

Certainly looks that way.

It's hardly usual
KGB protocol.

Apart from anything else,
the Party doesn't approve
of abstract art.

Joe, Arkady's on the move.

The cards are a countdown.

Our man at the hotel
just called in,

Arkady's picked up
the last one.

Where is he now?
At a petrol station in
Elephant and Castle.

So whatever the cards
are counting down to,
this must be it.

We still have
no idea what it is.

The most obvious scenario
is a rendezvous
or exchange of some kind.

The French postmark
might indicate another

KGB agent
entering the country.

Or Arkady leaving.

If his work's done here,
maybe they've told him,
"Head for the Continent."

Daddy, I hate
to be repetitive,

but the man is our only lead.

We should bring him
in now, get him to talk.

Three cars,
three teams of two.

But don't let him
out of your sight.

Bobby, you'll provide
intelligence support
from this end.

Assuming he has a full tank,
there's no knowing
where he's headed.

But whatever happens,
we cannot lose him!

Are we set?

Just waiting
for the radio link.

Good. Well, make sure
we can talk to all three cars.

Do you think he's heading
for the coast?

Well, he got a message
from France

and now we're headed
southeast, so...

Sarah, he's taking
the next right.

He's all yours.

Roger that.

Subject now headed
west onto B2070,

so we can rule out
Dover or Folkestone...

Or he could be running
a cleaning route.

Either way, the words
"wild" and "goose"

are starting
to spring to mind.

It could be Lydd.

Hmm. Sorry?

Lydd. He could be heading
for the airport.

I thought they'd stopped
running the air ferries.

They still have
the passenger service.

My aunt flew from
there to Le Touquet.

-Sarah, can you hear me?
-Receiving.

He's currently
on course for Lydd Airfield.

Now you cannot
let him get on a plane.

Head him off
at the departure gate
if you have to,

but I repeat, do not
let him get on a plane.

If worse comes to worst,
couldn't we just ask
the French

to pick him up
at the other end?

Have you ever tried
asking the French
to do anything?

Besides, God knows
what passport
he's using.

They'd never bloody find him.

Hmm! Sarah?

I need you to
monitor the exits.

Are you sure?

Because he did only
meet me the once.

Perhaps I could...

Excuse me.

Were there any men flying
alone on this flight?

I'll check.

-No single men, I'm afraid.
-Thank you.

Jim?

Nothing.

Excuse me, excuse me.

He hasn't gone through yet.

There's no men
flying alone on
the manifest.

Well, then he must be
meeting someone.

Papa!

Celine and Sylvie Dumarc.

Arkady was a guest lecturer
at the University of Lille
six years ago.

Celine was teaching
Art History there.

According to Arkady,
they found out
she was pregnant

just before he was
ordered by the KGB
to return to Britain.

So they got married in secret.

She stayed in France
with the baby,

he tried to find a way
for them to be together
without fear of KGB reprisals.

It could be true.

Let's find out.

This is madness.

You lied about your family.

So why should we believe
anything else you've told us?

Because everything
I've told you

has played out
just as I said it would.

Why were you following me?

The meeting in the restaurant,
what was that?

Some kind of test?

We'll come to that.

Yes, but...
Why test me at all?

What changed?

What made you think
I couldn't be trusted?

We found out Operation Glass
was a fake.

I'm sor...
No, no, I don't understand.

Operation Glass,

the operation you
led us to.

It was never meant as anything
more than a distraction,

something to keep us
busy while the real business
went on elsewhere.

No, no, no, no.

This... That makes no sense.

You're saying Moscow
wanted you to know
about Operation Glass.

But how could they?
They couldn't have known
I would defect.

That's rather my point.

It was only after
they briefed me.

Once I knew about
the operation,
about David Hexton.

That's when I decided.

When I knew I had
something to offer you.

And then what?
Moscow simply changed
their plans?

You turned and the KGB
spontaneously engineered

an entirely
new fictitious operation?

No, no, no, no.
I don't know.

Maybe they were
watching Hexton,

maybe that led them
to your people,

maybe that led them to me.

Or maybe you've been
working for Moscow all along

and it's time
to stop the pretence.

You know what this means?

If they have known
from the beginning...

If they have known

I was betraying them...

I'm dead. I'm already dead.

And yet you appear to be
very much alive.

When you thought
I was a KGB agent,

you assured me
this was the endgame.

That everything would
soon be over and
we'd all be rewarded.

You were panicking.

I said what I had to.

You know how it works.

The car's here.
They're ready to go.

-Sylvie.
-Papa!

Kasha?

They've been taken
to a safe house.

I'll make sure they get
looked after properly.

MI5 aren't gonna let you
see them until you
give me something.

I've told you.
I have nothing to give.

Is there nothing
you've held back?

A piece of information,
a contact?

Somebody inside the KGB
who you could talk to?

What? I would be dead
as soon as I left this house.

You know, they have
a man who deals
with traitors overseas?

Grown men are
so afraid of him,

they won't even call him
by his name.
They just call him Odin.

Odin?

And now
they say he's here.

-Where did you hear this?
-From a friend working
at the embassy.

An old comrade
from the army, Bogdan.

He drinks too much,
sometimes,
talks too much.

He said Odin is here.

Wendy, I just wanted to say,
excellent job earlier.

Oh, thank you.

I mean,
it was just luck really.

I mean, if my aunt
hadn't been to Le Touquet...

Quite, quite, but still.
Bit of quick thinking
saved all our bacon.

Um, speaking of, er,
of which...

Erm, no...

I wondered if I might buy you
a spot of supper
when we're done here.

-Oh, I...
-Just as a thank you.

And, er, well, I know Mother
tends to glower rather

whenever you try to use
the kitchen.

Can't have you wasting away,
now, can we?

Well, I manage pretty well
on tea and toast.

But, er...

All right.
Supper would be lovely.

Capital.

And you still think
Arkady can be trusted?

Well, he's just trying
to protect his family.

Do you agree?

Nothing Arkady
has said or done

contradicts
that interpretation.

But the fact remains the man's
lied to us consistently.

Now, I, for one,
would like Mr Malinov

to prove himself a great deal
more worthy of our trust

before we take his word
for anything.

He's given us the name of his
source inside the embassy.

Bogdan Rodchenko.

He's a senior
telecommunications officer.

They fought together
on the Eastern Front.

He's the man who told Arkady
about Odin.

Then have Arkady make contact.

This man Bogdan's
compromised himself already.

Let's see what else he can
be persuaded to divulge.

If Bogdan is his friend,

Arkady won't want to put him
in that kind of danger.

Then we tell him
we'll no longer
provide protection

for him and his family.

What, you want
to blackmail a man

using the lives
of his wife and child?

I'm sorry if that offends
your sensibilities.

Well, intel obtained
by coercion is never reliable.

If the alternative is
no intel at all...

Arkady is all we've got.

We must ensure
his total cooperation.

You do
whatever you have to do.

Bogdan is a good man.
He's a loyal man.

If I do this, if I ask him
to betray his country,

you know what they
will do to him.

I wouldn't ask
if there was any other way.

Me, I am as good as dead,
but to do this to my friend...

You're right.

You are as good as dead.

And right now we're the only
thing standing between you
and a bullet from the KGB.

Same goes for your family.

This is meant to encourage me?

It's meant
to help you understand.

If you help us
to stop this operation,

if we can bring in Odin,

then you, your wife,
your daughter,
you'll finally be safe.

And if I don't do this?

Then MI5 would have
to consider our association
to be at an end.

She is six years old.

Well, then, please,

help us.

Bogdan.

Arkasha.

A couple of chaps at the club
mentioned this place.

Said the food was rather good.

Er, I hadn't expected it
to be quite so...

Yes. Yes, it is rather...

We may as well have something
as we're here, though,
don't you think?

Yes, of course.

Who's that?

Er, no one.

I think he's something
in accounting, um...

Yes, the bouillabaisse looks
quite good, hmm?

Mr Rodchenko,
your friend here...

His family is in great danger.

Now, if you do this,

I might be in a position
to persuade my superiors
to help him.

Tell him what you need.

We need all information
linked to the operative
codenamed Odin.

I work only
in telecommunication.

I am not cleared.

But you knew
he was in the country.

There was a call
on a secure line.

I could tell
it was from a local number.

Find us that number.

Find out
who he was talking to.

Look for any other
communications
he's sent or received.

And names, get us names
of anyone he's met with

or anyone he's spoken to.

Anything you can
give us will be of help.

I am so sorry, my friend.

I wish there was another way.

It's Bobby.

That's Russell Woodbridge
from A Branch.

Is it?

Oh, yes, so it is.

There are at least
four other desk officers here.

All with women who appear
to be not their wives.

What?
That's appalling.

Is that why we're here?

I'm not sure I...

Please don't insult
my intelligence.

I made it perfectly clear
I would only stay
at the house,

on the condition that our
situation remained private.

Yes, I realise that.

Now, here I am being paraded
like a prize heifer.

-Oh, my dear, now, really I...
-It won't do, Bobby.

It really won't.

I know things
are rather tricky for you
at the office at the moment,

but this isn't fair.

We had an agreement and...

You broke it.

-I'm going to go.
-No, Wendy, please,
at least drink your soup.

I shall start looking
for new lodgings
in the morning.

Bugger!

Do you know what happened
to me tonight?

I was blanked
by Malcolm St George.

Malcolm bloody St George!

And do you know why?

Mother...

Because there's a rumour
going around

that my son
has been buggering boys
on Hampstead Heath!

Could we not discuss this now?

You're not even going
to deny it?

An incompetent colleague
is trying to cause trouble.

But I'm dealing with it,
it's going to be...

You stupid,
disgusting little pervert.

Everything I've done for you
and you're so weak.

You let them take it all away!

Just like your father.

You repulse me.
Get out!

Go on, get out!

Hello?

Bogdan made contact
half an hour ago.

The meet's set for 12:30
in Bonneville Square.

Arkady is to go alone.

So, we're assuming Bogdan
has information to pass on?

Or he went straight back
to the embassy

and reported everything
to the KGB.

-Do we think it's a trap?
-It could be.

Well, then clearly we have
two possible outcomes.

Best case scenario,

Bogdan hands us intel
that cracks Operation Glass
wide open.

Worst case,

he's betrayed Arkady
to his superiors

and they're sending someone,

quite possibly Odin,
to get rid of him.

In which case,

we may have a chance to get
our hands on Odin himself.

Then we must be ready
for either eventuality.

Bobby, liaise with
Special Branch,

we're going to need
armed back-up

and as many bodies
as they can spare.

As soon as Arkady is in place,

we need to cover every exit.

Stay as close as you can
without blowing cover.

Yes, of course, Daddy.

No, Sergeant, I will not be
making a written request
in triplicate,

you were instructed to have
armed officers on standby
for just this eventuality.

I want a team in position
in exactly an hour and a half.

Well, you can inform
your commanding officer

that this comes direct
from the head of MI5

acting with the full authority
of the Home Office,
and if anyone...

Anyone in your
ramshackle organisation

wishes to question
that authority,

I suggest they take it up
with the Prime Minister!

Yes?

Er, we're still looking
for building plans,

but it's proving
rather difficult
to find out exactly...

Right, everyone!

Down tools.

Now I need to know
every rear exit,
every fire escape,

in fact, every blasted inch
of every building
in Bonneville Square.

So for the next two hours,
this takes full priority.

Is that understood?

Then get to it!

I'm sorry it's so bulky.

We just need to be sure
we get the conversation
on tape.

Just in case you don't...

Well, anyway.

You're all done.

-You okay?

You think Bogdan has talked?

Well, you said
you could trust him.

But you think I'm wrong.

So what am I?

Bait?

We'll have men everywhere.

We'll be watching
your every step.

If Odin makes an appearance,
we'll get to him. Trust me.

Trusting you is one thing.

It's the others.

How do you think
Moscow knew I had turned?

I don't know.

Maybe you made a mistake.

Maybe they were watching you.

Maybe.

Let him see his family.

Tell me about your son.
He's nine.

My mother adores him.

She spoils him very badly.

And my father,
he taught him to play chess.

Mmm-hmm.

But he won't play any more.
He says grandfather cheats.

I would like to meet
some of your family.

There's no one left to meet.

You were very young
when your parents died?

That is sad.

Well, yeah,
I hardly remember them, so...

But you have photographs?

A few of my mum.

What about your father?

Not any more.

He's just a blank.

We need to go.

Everyone's in place.

Ow!

Okay?

All right, obviously this
isn't the best time,

but whatever it is
that's wrong...

There's nothing wrong.

I just wish you'd decide
to talk to me about it.

Because this...

-This isn't us.

They're here.

Just be...

...careful.

Malinov?

Malinov, hi!

Martin. Hello.

Well, it's funny
seeing you here.

Yeah. I'm waiting
for a friend for lunch.

Oh! Oh, good. Very nice.

Oh, listen,
the department meeting
on Friday.

Now I hope I can count
on your support,

these timetable changes
don't work.

No, no, absolutely ridiculous.
Yeah.

Good. Okay, well I'll see you
on Friday then.

Oh, and enjoy your lunch.

I've got you. I've got you.
I've got you.

You're okay.

You did it.

-Odin didn't come.
-He didn't come.

I'm just sorry
you went through
all of that for nothing.

No. Not for nothing,
my friend.

Not for nothing.

Bogdan says
this is what you need.

-Phoenix?
-That's what it said.

Is Phoenix a person,
an operation?

We don't know.

And there was no sign of Odin?

No, but Special Branch
assure me they conducted
a thorough search.

Alan, I want you to go back

through every recording
in the archive if necessary.

If there's reference
to the word "Phoenix"
we need to find it.

Yes, of course.

Wendy, the same
with the Registry,

start with all recent
communications, work back.

Yes, Daddy.

How about Arkady, huh?

He did everything
we asked of him.

We'll gain nothing
by putting him
back on the street.

Let's reunite him
with his family.

The new identities?

I'll check,
should be ready, steady, go.

We need to get them
out of London.

Somewhere safe.

Somewhere where
they'll be protected.

Take Mr Malinov
to the East Finchley
safe house.

He and his family
have an early start
in the morning.

What about Bogdan?

Pick him up as soon
as he leaves the embassy.

Let's see if we can
turn him officially.

Well, he was doing a favour
for a friend.

I don't really think
he's agent material.

I disagree.
I'd say he's proved himself
more than competent.

We need to exploit that.

Ah... Let's pick him up.

-Sarah, could we possibly...
-Sorry, Alan, not now.

Andrew, isn't it?

I'm an old friend
of your mother's.

Hester Waterhouse.

Oh, yes.

How is dear Phyllis?

Still dependent
on the tranquillisers?

I beg your pardon.

And what about your father?

Does he still keep
that little tart in Bayswater?

Oh, probably not.
It was years ago.

Of course,
no one told Phyllis.

Why put her through
pain like that?

But rumours
have a terrible habit
of resurfacing, don't they?

Oh! Cynthia.

This time tomorrow,
you'll be starting a new life.

That's got to feel
pretty good.

You okay?

I have to tell you something.

Go on.

When Bogdan gave me the name,

he said something else.

He said you should
look inside MI5.

I don't understand.

He was trying to say
that Phoenix is one of you.

You have a mole.

The Malinovs' passports
are all set.

I just need
final authorisation
for the payment and so forth.

Good.

One other thing.

Just to be clear.

I won't be forced out
by rumour and innuendo.

If allegations are to be made,
then I shall face them
head on.

I refuse to be shuffled off
on gardening leave

or any other
ghastly euphemism.

Well, that's not really
up to you now, Bobby,
is it?

Whatever else, I think
I've earned the right
to a fair hearing.

You owe me that, at least.

Oh? Do I, indeed?

Well, as it happens,

the young man seems to have
amended his description.

So,

unless you've
shrunk five inches

and acquired a limp,

you're in the clear.

Right.

Good. Well, I knew
it was only a matter of time.

Of course.

Anyway, I'll send Wendy across
with that authorisation.

Very good.

Mmm.

Once we are settled,
I shall buy her a puppy.

A little girl should have pet,
I think.

I always wanted a puppy.

Oh, maybe I'll buy one
for you too.

So, what now?

Now, we, er...

We wait.

-They'll be here any minute.
-Okay.

-Cup of tea?
-Yes, please.

Hi, Joe.
It's nice to see you again.

No, no, no.

Stay there, I think.

So, here I am.

Come to kill the traitor.

It's familiar, no?

Not to worry.

He is nearly dead.

I'll see you soon.

Arkady!

Hey, hey!

You're going to be okay.
All right, listen to me.

Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me!

-You're going to be fine.

I'm sorry...

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

They found Bogdan.

I don't get it.

How the hell did Odin know
where you'd be?

He knew
because one of us told him.

I'm gonna go through everybody
one by one.

And eliminate them.

Alan. If you wanted somebody
you wouldn't suspect,

then Alan would be your man.

Bobby...

He's ambitious, devious.

Wendy...

She's at the very heart of 5.

Sarah...

Every suggestion
she's made,

every idea she's had,
she's been right.

Daddy was younger than me
when he joined 5.

If he turned KGB mole,
he'd be the greatest agent
they've ever had.

There's one other possibility.

Me.