All language subtitles for The.Game.2014.S01E05.720p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-NTb_track3_eng

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.

The KGB set Kate up.
She's innocent.

Whatever this is,
Kas is not the mastermind.

He's your weak link.

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.

When Bogdan gave me
the name,

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

You have a mole.

I don't get it.
How the hell
did Odin know where you'd be?

Arkady.

He knew because one of us
told him.

Wail,
for the day of the Lord
is near.

It will come like destruction
from the Almighty.

All hands will be feeble

and every human heart
will melt.

They will look aghast
at one another

and their faces
will be aflame.

And behold the day
of the Lord will come,

with rage and a fierce anger,

it will come
like destruction...

What will you
miss the most?

About England?

Magazines.

A washing machine.

Sherbet dips.

What are you looking
forward to?

At home?

My son, Pyotr, of course.

Erm, my mother's...

And they
will come from a far
off country.

...spice.

And they will come
from beyond the heavens

and they will destroy
the sinners...

-Spice bread?
-Gingerbread?

Gingerbread. And you?
What will you miss?

No one.

Nothing, I mean, you know,
like, uh...

Music, maybe. Books.

Books.

We have Chekhov,
Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky,

and you have Agatha Christie.

Trust me,
I am doing you a favour.

I should get to work,
you know.

Treat it like
it's an ordinary morning.

3:00 p.m. at the station?

3:00 p.m. at the station.

...at the wrath
of the Lord

in the day
of the fierce anger.

Whoever is found
will be thrust through

and whoever is caught
will fall by the sword.

I can see
the detonator.

Hold on, there's a secondary.

I'm just going
to disrupt the...

Wait.

Booby trap.

Mercury tilt.

Looks like these boys
were thorough.

I'm taking care of the tilt.

One snip. Nearly there...

Two. All right.

Shit.

Why isn't the timer...

The timer hasn't stopped.

I'm breaking
the connection now.

It's okay.

I've got it now.

It's okay.

Roberto!

Edgar. What a treat.

In precisely three minutes,
you'll ask yourself,

"How can I repay Edgar?
How can I ever thank him?"

Well, don't worry.
Like a sumptuous meal,
the bill comes at the end.

So...

We've been tapping the phone
of some IRA monkey.

Total waste of taxpayers'
hard-earned.

One nibble though.

IRA monkey rings a number,
chap answers, British accent,

"Philip?", says IRA monkey,

"It's fixed. You're gonna meet
the big fella."

We trace the number,
and it turns out that Philip

is Captain Philip Denmoor
of the 321 Squadron,

bomb disposal.

He's a bloody war hero.

Got his face blown off
by an IRA firecracker.

Which makes this jaw-jaw
with the mick
all the more queer.

Could we possibly lurch
forward to the moment
this concerns me?

Patience, Roberto.

We put a couple of shadows
on him.

Thing is, he barely leaves
the house,

until yesterday,
when he slips out

for a tete-a-tete
with a friend of yours.

That's Philip.

Looks like the bloody
Elephant Man
under that scarf now.

And this fellow here...

Is Colin Blakefield.

Sarah's missing informant.

My God.

The moment we ID'd him,
I thought, "That's the chap
Roberto's after."

Anyway, your boy talks
to Philip for a minute

and then he hands over
a package about yea big.

-And what happened to Colin?
-Vamoosed.

We would have followed,
but Captain Denmoor
was our quarry

and we've barely enough bodies
for a barber's shop quartet.

Londonderry rather blotted
our copybook.

If this turns out to be gold,

you tell Daddy it was me
who brought it to school.

Deal?

Six months ago,
Captain Philip Denmoor

was severely wounded
while diffusing a bomb

in a car park
in North Belfast.

But according to his
commanding officer,

in the months leading
up to it, he'd become prone

to mood swings,
violent outbursts,

prompting speculation
that the accident

was in fact a botched
suicide attempt.

He wouldn't be the first
disaffected serviceman
to be approached by Moscow.

Any Communist sympathies?

Well, as far as we can see,
his only connection
with Sov personalities

is this meeting
with Colin Blakefield,

when he was handed a package,
contents unknown.

Sorry, I'm lagging behind
a bit here.

Who's Colin Blakefield?

Petty thief
and a black marketeer.

Runs a dismal
import/export business,

smuggling Western goods
behind the Iron Curtain.

He does the odd scrap
of work for us,

carrying documents
and equipment to our people
in the U.S.S.R.

Overall, the sort of chap
one keeps at arm's length,

thereupon realising
he's swiped your wristwatch.

Several months ago,
he approached me

with rumours of a major
KGB operation.

An operation we now know
to be Operation Glass.

We've searched all
his usual haunts,

questioned all his associates,
all without any joy.

This is the first
anyone has seen of him
for weeks.

Then, refocus on Blakefield.

He's our last living lead.

You've turned the city over
for him once.

Do it again.

But we should find out
what's in that package.

Now, it says here,
Denmoor gets daily visits
from a nurse.

Send Wendy in,
get us access to the house.

-Daddy, shouldn't...
-You trained with St. John's,
didn't you?

Well... Well, I know some
first aid, but I'm not sure.

Well, then, it's settled.

Someone in
the infirmary has talked you

-through Philip's treatment?
Yes.

And we've been over
how best to swipe the keys.

Er, don't rush.
And don't ever assume
he's not watching me.

Exactly.
Even if you think
you're alone,

you still go through
the motions.

Oh.

Take me through
your legend.

Er, Grace Hopkins,
21, Libra.

I live in Hendon.
I have three older sisters,
Poppy, Susan, Bridget.

Both my parents,
Leonard, a surveyor
and local councillor

and Elaine, also a nurse,
likes a drink,
are still alive.

I'm engaged to Tim,
though I'm starting to have
second thoughts.

He's training to be a vet.
One day, I hope to travel
to India.

I play the trumpet.

Well, that... That's...

No, no, full marks
for thoroughness.

But the secret is to keep it
as simple and as close
to the truth as possible.

You don't want to get
caught out, all right?

Don't worry,

it becomes second nature
after a while.

I never know
whether that's a good thing.

Wendy, look at me.

You're ready for this.
You'll be there
an hour, maximum.

Bonne chance.

God, I hope Daddy knows
what he's doing.

Look,
we work with these people.
They're our mates.

Well, sort of.

You really think one of them
is a mole?

Someone told Odin
where to find Arkady.

So why bring me in
on this?

Couldn't I be Phoenix?

You were only assigned to 5
after Arkady approached us.

Also, I trust you.

Anyway, isn't this
what you do?
Suspects, motives?

Yeah, every day.
Just like The Mousetrap.

You got a lighter?

Cheers.

So, I'm gonna go through
everybody one by one,

and eliminate them.

Yeah.

-Alan.
-No, I can't see it.

Now, that would kind of
be the point.

If you wanted someone
who you wouldn't suspect,

who had access to everything,
Alan would be your man.

Bobby.

Bobby, the worker's friend?

First time I shook his hand,
I'm sure he wiped it
on his jacket afterwards.

Well, he's ambitious, devious.

No doubt frustrated
that Daddy shows

no signs of retiring.

Maybe,

he joined the enemy
when he realised we wouldn't

give him the plaudits
he wants.

Wendy. As Daddy's secretary,
she's at the very heart of 5.

She knows his every move,

she sees
his every vulnerability.

Yeah, I thought she was all
prim and...

You know, like your sister.
Well, not like my sister.

Then she moves in with Bobby.
Suddenly she's got
more access, more status.

Sarah.

Unlikely.

Every suggestion she's made,
every idea she's had,
she's been right.

But wasn't everything pushing
towards the false version

of Operation Glass.

Yeah, but we were all taken in
by that.

Yeah, but she's supposed to be
the clever one.

Daddy was younger than me
when he joined 5.

He ran agents,
broke up networks,

he's given his life
to this country.

But here we are,
20 years later,

fighting the same war.

And Whitehall treat him
like a clown.

There's no one in the world
who knows even half

of what he's done,
but if he turned KGB mole...

Yeah, he'd be
looked after. Valued.

The greatest agent
they've ever had.

You haven't excluded anyone.

We look at all five again,
properly, one by one.

Six.

Me.

Moscow would never
recruit you.

You don't believe in anything.

Well, that's, erm...

Thank you.

I think.

I'll tell you
one thing, though.

They won't have got this far
without leaving a trace.

Mr Denmoor?

Captain Denmoor. Mr Denmoor.
Hi. Hello.

I... I'm Grace.

The nurse. A... A nurse.

Er, Julie is poorly,
so I'm filling in.

That's me.

Don't look at the picture,
it's ghastly.

This is nice,
just you, is it?

Oh, we've got those chairs
at home.

So, um, how would you like
to do this?

It's just cream
for your burns,
to keep the skin supple.

Oh, what am I saying?
You know how this works.

-It's me who's new.
This is actually my first...
-Stop.

You don't have to share
your life story to put me
at ease.

I don't want to know you.

I don't need to know anything
about you.

Do what you have to do
and get out.

I thought you would have been
let out by now.

Tomorrow. They let me out
of solitary, which is nice.

I can fraternise
with the murderers
and prostitutes.

It's just like being back
at 6.

You're here to keep up
appearances for the Soviets.

Moscow knew Arkady
was working for us.

They fed him
false information.

You and Mallory
were misdirection.

How did they know
he was working for you?

Maybe they had him
under surveillance,

maybe he blabbed to someone.

Or you have a mole.

For Moscow to set you up,
they must have had
inside help.

Kasimir was their route
to you.

So, Kasimir must have had
contact with the mole.

So...

We start with him.

"We"?

Go and recruit someone else,

your Hoover salesmen
are not top

of my Christmas list
at the moment.

It was the KGB
that targeted you

and it was the mole
that helped them set you up.

I think you have a score
to settle.

All right, boy scout,

be at the gates tomorrow
with my lipstick and a packet
of cigarettes.

You have a nurse in,
every day.

Must make it difficult
to make plans.

Do you manage to get out much?

Just Halloween.

Frighten the kids.

I thought you were
scared of me?

I was. I...
I still am.

Truth be told,
I'm a bit scared all the time.

This job, it's something
of a promotion.

Dream come true, in fact. I...

I don't want to botch it.

I'm doing it, aren't I?
The autobiography.

Just what you said
you didn't want.

No. Just ignore me.

Grumpy old bastard.

Could you, er, pass the paper?

Oh, shit.

Is something wrong?

You mind your own
damn business.

Haven't you done yet?

No, I, I'm sorry.
I'll just...

Nip to the loo before I go,
if that's okay?

The messages for Arkady
were all placed in person
at the offices of The Times,

paid for in cash,
different man each time.

Now, Wendy and I went back
through the classifieds

from the past week,
isolating the messages
that are new, today.

Of those, six were ordered
in person,

only one was paid for in cash.

"Aunty Jane and Uncle John.
Happy Anniversary for Friday."

That only gives us two days.

Assuming the date
means something.

Arkady's "Cousin Andrew"
message was arbitrary.

Well, like us, Moscow is less
likely to be opaque

with people outside
the industry, such as Philip.

I suspect Friday means Friday.

Whoever is communicating
with Denmoor, they are using
the same channel

that Moscow used to contact
Arkady about Glass,

so I think we can safely
assume there is a connection.

Agreed. Wendy, I need you
to return to Denmoor's.

It's imperative we find out
what's in that package.

Sarah and Joe will coordinate
with you and search the house.

We've finally been given
a lifeline

in this bloody investigation.

I thought we'd start
with Kas's house.

Haven't 5 already
turned it over?

Hello, by the way.
I'm fine!

He thinks you'll stand
a better chance
of finding something

'cause you know the layout
and where stuff is.

Right, and you are?

Er, Jim Fenchurch,
Special Branch.

We have met.

Of course. You look different
when you're not arresting me.

Oh, Joe.
You broke into my flat again.

That's so sweet.

I have somewhere I need to be,
so, I'll leave you in PC Jim's
capable hands.

You want me to go right now?

I just walked out of prison!

See, I told you she'd want
a bath, first.

I'm sorry, were you thinking
about me in the bath?

No! No, no, no.

Have fun.

Well, avert your eyes, PC Jim.

If I can't have a hot bath,
I'm at least getting out
of these clothes.

It was fine when it was just
meant to be in and out

but somebody else should be
doing this now.

Three nurses in three days?

He'll get suspicious.

All you've got to do is get
him out of the house.

Take him for a walk.

Even into the yard is fine.

All we need is 10 minutes.

And remember,
when you get him outside...

Put my bag in the window.
I know.

Wendy, you did
great yesterday.

You kept a cool head.

You'll be fine.

Captain Denmoor,
it's W... Grace.

Er, shall we get started?

Captain Denmoor,
this is silly.

Look. I'm sure you have
100 things
you'd rather be doing.

I'd rather be getting
a foot massage

from Paul Newman,
but here we are.

So, let's just agree
to be civil for the next

half hour and then
I'll be gone

and you can go back
to glaring at the furniture.

There. Wasn't so hard, was it?

We're wasting our time.

This mess is KGB.

Junior officers
trying to impress.

What are we even looking for?

I don't know.

A name?

Oh, like a piece of paper
with "The mole is called Dave"
written on it?

How long did you know Kasimir?

Eh?

What, 10 years?

Joe's right.

If anybody can find something,
it's you.

His coat.

His coat. Was it on the body?

-I don't remember a coat.
-It was a big, ugly thing,

a million inside pockets.
He kept his life in that coat.

I helped pull him out
of the water.

He definitely wasn't wearing
a coat.

You need fresh air.

I need you to leave me alone.

Come on, let's go for a walk.

Look, you're done here.
You can go.

Just into the yard, then.
Get some Vitamin D.

When does my regular nurse
get back?

She doesn't make me do
stuff like this.

Good girl.

There. Isn't this nice?

Would you like a cigarette?

You don't smoke.

A trick-of-the-trade
my ward sister taught me.
To placate difficult patients.

So I'm difficult, am I?

Goodness me, yes.

-What shall we do with it?
-We can't take it with us.

He'll notice.

He could panic, do a runner.

Well, we should disable it.

Joe, he's a bomb expert.
You think he's not
gonna notice?

Hopefully, by the time
he does,

it'll be too late.

My father was in the army too.

I saw your medals
when I was clearing up.

You don't have them out
on display?

You know how people
used to make sacrifices
to the gods?

Well, war is like that.

You see, grown men
in Whitehall

sitting in smokey rooms
above pubs.

They take the working
class boys,

they get them drunk on lies

and then they send them out
to be sacrificed.

There aren't any heroes.

There's just

meat.

We need to go.

Now.

Well, that's me.

You're really going to make me
finish this on my own?

All right, you win.

It's a remote detonator.

You press that button there,
it transmits a signal
and, well, bang.

Isn't it a bit advanced
for the IRA?

Yes, they use timers
or booby traps
to trigger their devices.

Whereas, this is more
the sort of thing

armies use to blow up bridges
or railway lines.

You're saying it's military?

Most likely Red Army.

Which would suggest
some kind of

accord between Moscow
and the IRA.

Liaise with the Cabinet
Secretary, Buckingham Palace
and the MOD.

Put together a list
of possible targets.

Then run them past Sarah.

See what her instincts say
would be the most likely.

Very good, Daddy.

I was thinking
about you today.

About the debt I owe.

You brought me up
from the watch-makers.

If not for you, I'd never have
met Mrs Montag.

I'm frightened of the man
I might have become
without you.

Betrayal isn't easy.

I imagine.

We are taught to think of it
as craven and glib.

For some, I'm sure it is.

But for others,
I suspect it's exhausting,

heart-breaking

and at least
they believe, noble.

Are you quite all right, Alan?

Oh, yes. Quite well.

Thank you.

I don't know what to tell you.

I can't help
what I don't know.

You must remember it.
He wore it all the
time, even in summer.

Oh, I remember
that old coat of his.

I just ain't seen it since...
Well, you know.

What? Since he was murdered?

Here, since, er,
we pulled his body out
of that bathtub over there?

You took it, didn't you?
I think you went
through his pockets.

-I beg your pardon!
-Listen, love,

if I was interested
in the whereabouts
of Kasimir's wallet,

I'd get a team down here,
go through every last
nook and cranny of the place,

interview every last
customer, in fact, sod it...

I'd get the
Inland Revenue down.

You'd be amazed
what they can turn up.

But,

I don't think it's
gonna come to that.

Because I think,
you just remembered
something.

All right.

What's that?

Do you mind doing this?

He was the sentimental one.
That's why he's dead.

Never opened.

What is it?

It seems to be
a letter from his sister.

Kas and his sister
hadn't spoken in years.

It's instructions
for a dead-letter drop.

Can you translate it?

To declare a drop
he was to place a
bouquet of flowers

in the back window of
a car parked on...

Wardour Street.

The drop itself would be
at the, um, what's that word?

-"Paragon."
-Yeah.

The Paragon Hotel,
underneath the middle
something.

The telephone in
the middle booth.

God, your Russian
is atrocious!

We don't know this is from
the mole though, do we?

Kate, translate that
word at the bottom,
where you'd sign off.

"Zhar-ptitsa."

There isn't really
a literal. It's, erm...

Bird of fire.

Firebird.

Phoenix.

So, what now?

We set a trap.

On the day,

I'll stay in the lobby,
you two watch the street.

As soon as you see
somebody you recognise,

go to the phone box outside,
one ring, then hang up.

When they see you,
won't they just turn round

and walk straight
back out again?

It'll prove nothing.

On your call, I'll go
into the left hand booth.

We have to let Phoenix
enter the booth and
look for the message.

We have to catch him
red-handed.

When do we do this?

When do you normally
check your drops?

On the way to work.

I'll put the signal out
first thing tomorrow.

We've tried to
narrow down potential targets.

The PM is scheduled to
be in Edinburgh, so, er,
that's something,

but most of the cabinet
and a host of royals
will be out and about,

appointments and visits
and so forth.

But too many to close down.

We won't be closing
down a damn thing.

The moment we start
cancelling engagements

is the moment
we've lost the war.

Do we put more
resources into finding
Colin Blakefield?

No, we keep eyes
and ears on Denmoor.

Whatever he has
planned for Friday,
he'll lead us there.

Philip's on the move.
They've tracked him
as far as the docks.

Why here?

Do you think he realised
he was being watched?
Is this an escape?

He could be
meeting someone.

Or maybe he stores
something here.

Maintain a radius.
Keep your positions.

All right?

This is the Big Fella.

-Jeez, what happened to you?
-Sunburn.

Is that it?

-We've met.
-Maybe.

Not the sort of face
you'd forget.

Is this enough?

It's just a car
you wanted to do, isn't it?

Something like that.

Christ, be careful with it!

Where did you say
you were from?

I didn't.

It's coming to me now.

I've seen your
picture in the paper.

Shit, he's military!

Shoot and...

You stay where you are.

Now I can go quietly

or I can put a bullet into
the contents of this bag.

You understand
what that means?

You can go, just leave her.

No fuss.

-You okay?
-I'm okay.

Shit.

I'm okay.

Get back in the bloody car!
We can't lose him.

The second unit's
taken Sarah home.

Edgar's got men
at the hospital

ready to question
the surviving witness.

-And Denmoor's house?
-Police waiting.

An initial search suggests
he's travelling light,

a change of clothes,
his various medicines
and the detonator.

Uh, Daddy.

We've found Philip's car.
Abandoned, I'm afraid.

Get me the Home Secretary.

Coordinate a search
with Special Branch
and Northern Ireland.

That bomb is scheduled
to detonate tomorrow

and we haven't
a bloody clue where!

Damn!

I told you.
None of the blood was mine.

Truly, I'm fine.

-I very nearly lost you.
-But you didn't.

I'm here.

Uh...

The other day,
in my workshop,

your bag fell to the floor.

And I saw the...

The contraceptive pills.

I think I've always
known I would

make a discovery
like this one day.

It was just silly of me

to think that I could
ever call you mine.

Alan, please,
let me explain...

Since I found the pills,
I have been anticipating

nothing less than the,
than the end of our marriage.

But then I...

But then I almost lost
you tonight and that,

that thought,
was too much to bear.

I've asked myself
what I would be willing
to endure for you

and the answer, it appears,
is an awful lot.

But another lover,

one who's still
on the scene,

that's something
I could not endure.

Oh, my God, is that
what you've been thinking?

There's no one, no one.

Then why?

Because I lie awake
at night and I think

of all the ugly things
that have crossed
my desk that day,

and I know,
I know in my bones,

this is not a world I want
to bring children into.

Not yet.

I want to stay
in that building.

I want to make things better.
Or, at least, try.

If we had a baby now...

I'm sorry. I'm...

I'm so sorry, I should
have told you.

-I know how much you want...
-Shh.

I love you.

I always have.

Tomorrow is what
I'm scared of.

Always have been.

That tomorrow everything
will be taken away.

No, my love,
you can't live like that.

Here, now,
that's what matters.

Okay,
signal's in place,

the phone's working,
we're good to go.

Shouldn't we be looking
for Philip Denmoor?

For all we know, the mole
is briefing Philip right now,

telling him
where we're looking,
keeping him out of our reach.

We find the mole,
we get Philip, solve Glass.

Cut them off at the root.

Joe.

You are ready
for this, aren't you?

Of course I am.
Why wouldn't I be?

No.

Who? Who is it?

Is anyone in danger right now?

I don't...

What, what do you mean?

Has information
you've passed to Moscow

put any officers or agents
in immediate jeopardy?

No.

No, not that I know of.

You have my word.

Your word?

When did they recruit you?

In my first year
at British Aerospace.

Before I joined 5.

Does Sarah know?

No.

I mean, she didn't.

I assume she does now.
Is she next door?

I installed these speakers
and microphones, you know.

Is she listening?

Sarah, I'm sorry, my love.

This must be such a shock.

Are they looking after you?

Alan, what is Operation Glass?

How do you fit into it?

Philip Denmoor
is building a bomb

and today
is the day it detonates,

unless you help us.

This isn't you, Alan.

-Apparently it is.
-Why?

Why would you of all people,
betray our country?

Do you have something
you believe in so deeply,

so passionately, it goes
beyond simple loyalty?

It lives in your blood,

your heart, your bones.

Because if you do,
then you'll understand

that all this...

It's an inconvenience,
nothing more.

What are we
going to do with him?

Bring in the specialist
interrogators

-and question him
further, of course.

Daddy, if we bring
in outside people,

we'll just start
a paper trail.

Let me and Bobby
interrogate him some more,
then we can arrest him.

What he did was
an attack on all of us.

This

nostalgia
is what he exploited.

It's exactly how he did it!

Daddy? What is it?

Philip Denmoor
called the hospital

and asked to speak to
Grace Hopkins, his nurse.

They gave him a number here.

He's calling back
in ten minutes.

Third floor rehab,
Grace speaking.

Hello?

Captain Denmoor, is that you?

Er, I'm sorry I missed you,
I was on another home visit.

Where are you?

It doesn't sound
like you're at home.

Have you finally
left the house?

I had to tell you something.

Oh?

People are going to
say things about me.

And I want you to know,
that I'm not like that.

Like what?
What will people say?

That I'm a murderer.

-But it's not
as simple as that.
-Philip,

you're scaring me.

Tell me where you are
so I can come get you.

What I'm doing,
it's to stop people
from dying.

It's to save lives.

They came to me
after my accident.

They said I could
make a difference.

They? Who's "They"?

They have a plan,

to end conflict with
a minimum loss of life.

They've given me a purpose.

Philip, if you're so...

If you're so sure you,
you want to do

whatever it is you're going
to do, why did you ring me?

You looked at me like...

You're honest.

You're kind.

I couldn't remember
the last time someone
looked at me like that.

After I'm gone...

I want to be remembered
by somebody kind.

What do you mean
after you've gone?

Turns out I have
to have a more

hands-on role
in this than I'd planned.

Look, you're,
you're not making any sense.

Look, tell me where you are!

He's about to
set off the bomb.

But then, you know
that already, don't you?

Innocent people
are gonna die, Alan.

I've known you for years.
You're not the kind of man
who'd let that happen.

You keep telling me
what kind of a man I am!

Perhaps you're not
quite the judge of character
you imagine.

They lied to you.

-Pardon?
-Whatever Operation Glass is,

they told you they were
doing it for the greater good.

And maybe you still
believe that.

But killing people
is not the way.

There's nothing I can do.

Then treat this as your
last chance to bargain.

You help me find Philip,

and I'll make sure you have
one last farewell with Sarah

before they lock you
away for good.

I couldn't stand it any more.

Everyone's at war. Everyone.

-What's going on?
-Trust me.

The atrocities, the lies...

North versus South,
West versus East,
politicians versus unions!

You know I've seen
bodies lying...

A double-lane road...

...and it's
never going to stop.

Lot of foot fall.

Could be a high street.

There's a bus stop.
Buses braking as the rest
of the traffic carries on.

Oh wait, there's,
there's something else.

There's another man's voice.

...weapons of indignation
shall destroy the sinners...

It's the Bible, I think.

-The day of the Lord...
-"The day of the Lord...

-...will come like a thief...
-"...will come like a thief...

...and then the heavens
will pass away with a roar.

"...and then the heavens
will pass away with a roar.

The heavens will open...

-"The heavens will open...
-...and the heavenly bodies...

"...and the heavenly
bodies will melt..."

Wait! Wait, I know that man.

He's in the same
place every day.

...and the sky will vanish.

And I looked, and behold,

I saw there was
a great earthquake...

This will stop it.

This will end the war.

What will?
How will it end the war?

The same way wars usually end.

One side wins.

Daddy, he's not stable.

As soon as he sees the police,
he'll set off the device.

I have no choice, Joe,
we have to intervene.

Joe's right. It's the
phone box on Newhall Street.

I've got Special Branch
awaiting your word.

Evacuate the area.

Get everyone
out of there, now!

Philip, they're using you.

Whatever they've
told you to do,

it won't end the war,
it won't do anything!

You're just a kid.

You don't understand.

I hope you never do.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Philip?

How? How did they know
where I was?

Philip...

Who are you?

I'm Grace. I'm your nurse.

No. You're not.

No. I'm not.
But I'm not naive either.

You didn't phone me just
to be remembered, Philip.

You wanted me to talk
you out of this

because you know
what you're doing is wrong.

The stars of the sky
fell to the earth

as a fig tree sheds
its winter fruit whence
its shaken by a gale.

The sky vanished like
a scroll that is rolled up

and every mountain
and island

was removed from its place.

And the stars of the sky
fell to the earth...

Philip?

Philip?

...desolation and destroy
its sinners from it.

They come from
a far country from the
end of heaven.

The Lord and his
weapons of indignation

shall destroy the sinners
and the whole land...

Someone get help!

...while no group has
claimed responsibility

for the explosion,

unconfirmed reports
suggest that the device
was of IRA origin...

He tried to warn me, you know.

Alan.

He talked about betrayal.

I thought he was
talking about you.

This alone can't be Glass.

The sleeper agents,
the Letter of Last Resort,
framing Kate.

Just to blow up the foyer of
a Conservative Party office?

...the Prime Minister
is expected to cut short
his visit to Edinburgh...

It rumbles on.

Out of sight,

out of reach.

I have to see the PM.

We'll talk again tomorrow.

Assuming we still have
jobs tomorrow.

Hey.

Joe, what happens next?

With Alan?

We're moving him tonight.

Oh, God, his workshop.

I made him sandwiches,
they'll go off.

-Should I take them home?
What should I do?
-Listen, Sarah...

Sarah.

You can't touch anything.

Yes.

No. Yes, right.

Sorry, sorry, wasn't thinking.

No, listen, it's...

I got your message.
What's wrong?

You shouldn't have come here.
You should've waited for me
at the rendezvous!

Now come inside!

Something's happened.

When sorrows come,
they come not single spies
but in battalions.

How did this happen?

How could we have missed this?

Shit, Jim, why did you
have to make me do this?

My God!

That's it.

That's Operation Glass!