All language subtitles for The.Game.2014.S01E06.720p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-NTb_track3_eng

The story of
British and Soviet espionage

will be divided into before
and after Operation Glass.

Colin Blakefield
runs a business smuggling
Western goods

behind the Iron Curtain.

Why would you
betray our country?

What's wrong?

You shouldn't have come here,

you should have waited
for me at the rendezvous.

What, just to blow up
a Conservative Party office?

This alone can't be Glass.

Alan's confessed.
He's said he's the mole.

-He's said he's Phoenix.
-What?

He must have
worked out it was me

and when he thought
I was about to be exposed,

confessed to save me.

Such loyalty you inspire.

Isn't that what you intended?

How will this affect me?

The plan, I mean,
or at least my part
in it anyway.

You must disown him. Publicly.

Had he taken another
woman to his bed,

you will say you might have
forgiven him.

But not this, never this.

What about him?
We have to get him
out somehow.

They're bringing in
specialist interrogators.

Where is he being held?

An MOD safe house
in the country.

I can tell you where it is,
but we must hurry.

Alan doesn't
have our training.

I don't know how long
he'll be able to hold out
before he tells them the lot.

Then we must intervene.

-Prime Minister. Daddy.
-Home Secretary.

He wants me
to visit the bomb site.

Says it demonstrates defiance,

but I know he's thinking
about the picture on the
front page of The Times.

Me, surrounded by rubble.

The headline rather
writes itself,
don't you think?

The figure in the shadows
hankering after your job.

They come with
every position of power,

like a piece
of ugly furniture.

No doubt you have one, too.

You are supposed to be
our night watchman.

Put your house in order.

This operation you've
been following, end it.

And then cut the cancer out.

Yes, Prime Minister.

Bobby.

I want you and Wendy
to go through Alan's diaries,

his files,
his reports,
his notes.

Who did he break bread
with outside of the Fray?

Who sticks out?

Anyone an MI5 nosey parker
has no business meeting.

And what exactly
are we doing with
Comrade Montag?

The specialists begin
their interrogation
at 1100 hours.

Now, are we any closer
to locating Colin Blakefield?

Well, Sarah's been
searching high and low
to no avail.

Pound to a penny,
he's as dead as the rest
of our star witnesses.

Then drain the bloody Thames
if you have to,

but I want him found.

Jim, Colin operates in a world

more familiar to the police
than us spooks.

Perhaps you'll have better
luck smoking him out.

Daddy...

Sarah, my love,
you can't be here.

I can't be at home, they're...

They have to search the house.

All my things.

So, I thought I'd pop in,
see if there was anything
I could do.

Let's have a cup of tea.

Might pop in
a wee dram too, hey?

It must be 6:00
somewhere in the world.

There's something I want...

I am not my husband!

It's important to me
that you know that.

That you all know that.

I am not my husband.

Joe, might I have
a quick word?

I suppose it's academic now,

but I've been searching
for all recorded conversations

with references to Phoenix,
and all I could find
was this one

between an unknown
man and an embassy typist,

timed at 22:27,
11th of May 1971.

The man is calling
from a club in Baker Street.

It's clear from
the tape he's sloshed,

which would explain
why he's discussing
such sensitive issues.

It says "jump" here.

Yes, you see, I think
Mr Montag may
have beaten us to it,

because when I listened
to the recording,

I couldn't find any reference
to Phoenix after all.

At first I assumed
it had been filed incorrectly,

but when I listened again,

I noticed tiny jumps in
the background music.

Alan must have
heard his name,

cut it out and re-recorded
the edited version
onto a new tape.

Thanks, Wendy.

Cheers.

I'm looking
for Colin Blakefield.

I hear he sometimes uses
the back rooms here
for business meetings.

I don't know who that is.

No, course you don't.

You know that
bomb that went off yesterday.

Colin provided
some materials for it.

The press are
saying that it was IRA,
but it wasn't.

And the funny thing
about the IRA

is that they don't like
people taking
their name in vain.

So, if you do happen to
meet someone called
Colin Blakefield,

tell him that some
Irish blokes are
looking for him

and he should
come and talk to me.

'Cause I'll give him
a cup of tea and a cigarette

and they'll drill holes
in his kneecaps.

Do I look like your messenger?

It took me 15 minutes
to find out that you were
one of Colin's contacts

and for 10 of those minutes

I was on the khazi
reading the newspaper.

I'm saying those same boys
could walk in this room
right now.

But if they knew
Colin was in custody,

they'd have no reason
to come looking
for him, would they?

He should ask
for DC James Fenchurch.

Any police station will do.

We're like Woolworths,

we've got branches everywhere.

Right. Hello.

What are you doing?

Tie this up in ceiling.

What?

Shouldn't we just...
I mean, the longer
you're here.

Tie this up in the ceiling.

Then tie it into a noose.

Do this now.

Does Sarah know
this is happening?

No.

Nyet.

Ah!

What's going on
down here?

Oh, Bobby. Colin Blakefield...

No joy? Well, I can't say
I'm surprised.

Let me go and see if I...

No, he just handed himself in
at Paddington Green
Police Station, asking for me.

I just thought one of you
might want to be there
when I question him.

Now, another man
is going to join us

and he's going to sit
in that chair behind you

and you're not going
to look at him, all right?

That should give you
an idea of where he's from.

Which should also
give you an idea

of just how deep
a barrel of shit you are in.

Yeah.

Hmm.

Look at me, Colin, look at me.

You seem to have changed
your modus operandi, Colin,

from ferrying denims
and perfumes to Moscow,
to vapourising taxpayers.

Was it something we said?

No, I didn't know they
were going to hurt people.

No, they said it was
just to damage property.

And who is "they"?

Right, you can go.

What?

Yeah, well, you're
not going to help us,
you might as well go.

What about the IRA?

Yeah, you should
watch out for them.
Come on.

All right, all right, just...

Put me in a cell
or something after, okay?

Make it look good.

Talk.

-Okay.
-Talk!

All right.

A while back, I was approached
by some bloke.

He obviously knew
I sometimes do
business for you,

because he wanted me
to set up a meeting

with my contact at MI5

and say I'd heard
about some big KGB thing
that was going to happen.

And who was this man?

-I don't know.

I'd never met him before.

All right?

Russian. Short, but scary.

Gave me the creeps.

Anyway, the message was,

something big
is about to happen.

I was to say I'd heard it
from one of my customers.

And then you switched sides
and started working
for the comrades.

-Switch...
-Look at me!

I didn't tell them anything.

I'd never do that.

It was a business transaction,
that's all.

What was?

The detonator?

Colin, do you know
the nursery rhyme
Ten Little Indians?

Well, you are the
last little Indian.

The KGB have
eliminated everyone

with even
the haziest connection
to their plan.

So trust me when
I say the IRA are the
least of your problems.

Was... The detonator... Next?

No.

No, then it was the passport.

What passport?

They needed
a passport for
one of their men.

All I did was
source the forger.

Who was the passport for?

I don't know. One of your lot.

Our lot? A policeman?

His lot.

They gave me his file.

Obviously, the name
on the passport

was gonna be made up.

But the forger needed
the file for the photo,
for the details.

And we had
to work quickly, all right,

it was the real file, okay?

It couldn't be out
of the building
for more than an hour.

Who was the
passport for, Colin?

What was the name
of their man?

The name on the file
was Joe Lambe.

Christ, would anyone
who isn't a Soviet agent

please raise their hand?

Okay, we should
just hold off on
the accusations.

I can see that this is,

you know, compelling,

but he deserves
a fair hearing.

No, it isn't just this.

There have been
other irregularities.

Things I have overlooked
and forgiven.

Well, no more!

Jim, get me Joe Lambe.

Send a team to
pick him up at his flat.

Then talk to his friends,
his father,

his agents, leave no one out.

I want him brought here
and questioned

and if he proves to be Red,

I want his heart,
on a platter,
on my desk.

Joe told me
his father was dead.

Then he lied to you, too.

And now he's disappeared?

He must have intuited
we were coming for him.

You knew Joe better than most.

Was there anything
in his behaviour,

anything that he said to you,

that might have
given us a clue?

Oh, this may sound strange.

I always felt he would
engage with our operations

but never the
philosophy behind them.

-He was not a patriot.
-He was not a patriot.

And as fusty as that sounds,

we must believe in the country
we are fighting for.

It was as if Joe
were running from something,

and he would bury himself
in work as a means of escape.

We all knew he
could be unpredictable,

distant, stubborn.

But we tolerated it

because it was precisely
this dysfunction that made
him a bloody good spy.

And thus ended my career.

Sarah, Joe must
have told Moscow

where Alan was being held

because yesterday evening,
two KGB hoods

stole into the cottage
and tried to kill him.

But this, erm, this hangs
a question mark over
any allegiance, surely?

He must know
something about Glass,

else they wouldn't
have tried to kill him.

Anyway, the specialists
return tomorrow.

One more push should do it.

Can I speak to him?

I know it's not protocol
but it may do some good.

Carrot before
the stick and all that.

Take Bobby with you.

We use Joe as planned.

MI5 already
think he's a traitor.

But how do we reach him now?

How do we get him
into position?

Already done it.

We have a signal,

it's not included in our
tradecraft notes,
it's just between us.

Surely he will
think it's a trap.

Not necessarily.
He trusts me.

What about us, Sarah?

Should we trust you any more?

Your paper husband
has discovered your identity

and our principal player
is being hunted by the police.

I'm sorry, is this
a discussion about
professionalism?

When I told you
where Alan was,

it was so you could
get him out of there,

not so you could kill him.

I said you should
distance yourself from him.

What greater distance
could there be?

Then you tell me!

It didn't work anyway.

Do not send boys
to do a man's job.

Well, they've doubled
the guard, so you'll
never get in now.

Anyway,
I'm seeing him tomorrow.

What are you going to do?

Give him a cover story.
Something to offer
the interrogators.

He only needs to hold on
for another day or so,

by which time they'll
have other things
to worry about.

And if that fails?

Do whatever
is necessary, Sarah.

We have come
too far to fail now.

-Mmm-hmm?

I was looking through
Alan's assignments,

trying to find persons
of interest and well,

strictly speaking, this isn't
somebody unconnected to
the Fray,

but it's jolly queer
nonetheless.

Um, in 1968, an officer
was going undercover
in the National Front.

They were putting together
his legend and, as you know,

officers sometimes
use the names of children
who have passed away.

In this case, a child
who died of tuberculosis
in 1922.

But, that identity had
already been taken.

Well someone at 6
or Special Branch

was using it for one
of their missions.
Happens all the time.

But I double-checked with
their registries and
no one they knew of

had used or was
using that identity.

So I dug a little deeper

and he doesn't show up
in the 1931 census and
he doesn't have a war record.

In fact, well I couldn't find
anything until somebody

of that identity
joins the police
force in 1947.

Someone is working
for the police,
using a false identity.

What did you say
that name was?

Um, Duncan Mercer.

Duncan Mercer is the
Deputy Assistant Commissioner
of the Metropolitan Police.

Well, maybe
it isn't what it seems,

maybe he's really working
for us and it's just
a super-secret mission.

Dig out the membership
of the, er, Workers
Revolutionary Party,

the Socialist Labour League,

see if any of their
unwashed brethren

fall off the map
around the time
Mercer appears.

"Unwashed..."

Happy there's
no one else here.

Thank you.

What's going on, Sarah?

DC Jim managed to track down
Colin Blakefield.

Moscow had asked him
to source a fake passport...

For you.

I don't know anything
about that.
Nothing at all, I swear.

Okay.

It isn't me, Sarah.

-They're framing me
for something...
-Yeah, I can join the dots.

If it isn't you, it's,
it's more likely
Alan is involved after all.

Will you speak to Daddy?

Will you tell him
it's a trick?

He'll listen to you.

To be honest,
until I saw you just now

I wasn't sure you were
innocent myself.

Even if I do talk to him,

I'm not sure
it'll do any good, he's...

It hit him really hard.
He adored you, Joe.

Then I'll turn myself in.
I'll talk to him,
I'll explain...

No, wait, you listen to me.

We were getting precisely
nowhere with Glass.

Moscow have been a move ahead
from day one.

But now we have an advantage,

now we know that somehow,
you are integral to
the whole thing.

What are you saying
I should do?

If you want to find Odin

you need to keep Glass active,

and the way to do that
is stay free.

Otherwise, Moscow might
abandon the whole thing

and start again
in a few months.

Except then we won't have
an in like Arkady.

No, Moscow need you,

let the KGB come to you.

Yes?

Oh, hi, love.
Sorry to bother you.

DC James Fenchurch.

I'm looking for Dennis Lambe?

Yeah, he lives here,
what is it?

Can I have a quick word
with him?

That's not really
possible, darlin'.

He's upstairs, but he ain't
exactly chatty, you know.

Oh, I see.
Well, maybe you can help me.

We're looking
for his son, Joe.

Has he, er, had any contact
with Mr Lambe?

I've only been
here half an hour.

I feed him, clean him
and then I've got to go
to my next patient.

All right. Well, if anyone
comes round to talk,

call the police, all right?

What? Him dangerous,
this fella?

Oh no, no, no, no,
it's just, erm,

well, we just really
want to talk to him.

-All right, I'll let you know.
-Okay.

Thanks, love.
Take care.

What are you scared of, Dad?

It's just a game.

That's what you used to say.

It's just a game.
We're just playing a game.

Don't tell anyone.

It's our secret.

Don't tell anyone
or I'll come back tonight.

You know, I've thought
about this every day.

What do you think I should do?

What is it? Cancer?

Well, it looks like
we're both on our way out.

Nearly done, Mr Lambe!
Do it.

What?

Please...

Look at me...

It's what you want.

No.

Live.

We all have to.

Joe.

You said your dad was dead.

Jim, don't do this, please.

Come on. Let's keep it tidy.

I'm being framed.
Think about it.

I don't care.

-You don't care?
-It's not my responsibility.

You're wanted for questioning.
Plead your case to
the next fella.

Now, listen.

I can solve Operation Glass
by myself.

Odin's the key.
They're framing me.

And when he comes for me,
I'll catch him.

And I'll kill him.

But you have to
let me go first.

-I can't do that.
-You can.

You really can.

Christ, it's all so
bloody optional to you.

There has to be
a rule of law, Joe.

We don't get to
choose which ones we stick to.

You are wanted for questioning
and I'm taking you in.

For what it's worth,
I don't believe you're guilty.

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

Joe, I really don't think
even you would do that.

And that? I'm sorry.

But I can stop
Operation Glass.

Please trust me.

I've got him.

Er, Terence Clark.

Fully paid-up member
of the Revolutionary
Cooperative

and Socialist
Workers Alliance.

Various arrests for vandalism
and causing affray,

before suddenly
disappearing in 1947.

No death certificate,
he hadn't emigrated,

he just vanishes
into thin air,

at the same time
as Duncan Mercer
joins the police force.

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

Arkady and Mallory talked
about a network.

We need to dig deeper.

Imagine what Moscow's
Christmas list would be.

Look for men in positions
of subtle but strategic power,

but with colossal gaps in
their work history.

Chop, chop, Wendy!
The game is afoot!

Actually, er, no.

Er, sorry.

Er, two ticks, erm...

We, erm...

...should also consider
how we present this to Daddy.

How we present it?

But surely we just show him
what we've found.

Wendy, this is such stuff
as careers are made on.

We box clever,

it'll be honey for tea
for us both from here on in.

We are defending the nation.

That is a privilege,

not a means
to accelerate one's career.

Show Daddy the file,

say you sourced
all the information,

take all the glory
for yourself,
I really don't care.

I have done my duty.

That is reward enough for me.

Jesus! Joe!

What the hell are you
doing here?

I told you, no more contact.

Just because your career
is in free-fall,

you're not gonna take me
with you.

After we discovered
the code name for the mole,

I asked Wendy to search
for any reference

she could find
with the word, "Phoenix".

Did anyone see you
come in here?

I cannot believe
you've done this,

I can't believe
you'd be so selfish.

There was only one,
Alan must've got to it first,

because some of the words
had been taken out.

He was probably taking out
all mention of his name...

Anyway, I am not having
this conversation
in my bloody nightie.

But even taking into
account the translation,

what the guy said
doesn't make sense,

no one talks like that.

Alan had also taken out
all the pronouns.

All the "he's".

What's incriminating
about that, hmm?

Nothing.

'Cause what he'd cut out
was every use
of the word "she".

My God...

You're serious.

You actually believe this,
don't you?

Who else knew where
to send Odin to kill Arkady?

Who else would Alan
sacrifice himself for?

I've had enough of this.

Get out!

I'm gonna call Daddy.

I'm gonna show him
the transcript.

-I'm gonna tell him
about Alan.

Let's see what he has to say
about it all.

No one will believe you,
but fine, go ahead.

-It's ringing.

You'll get arrested.

Our one chance to expose Glass
and you're blowing it.

You'll never find Odin now.

We've got Yulia.

She didn't die.

But turn me in now,
you'll never see her.

Now hang up.

Hang up!

I don't believe you.

And your instincts about me
have been really accurate
so far.

Where is she?

She's safe.

We don't want to kill her

and we don't want to kill you.

Be at this address
tomorrow, 3:00.

But you tell anyone,
you bring anyone with you...

They'll kill you both.

It's a trap.

I suppose there's only one way
to find out.

Duncan Mercer...

Deputy Assistant Commissioner
of the Metropolitan Police.

Reginald Pelham,
the Solicitor General.

Meredith Hill,
assistant to the keeper
of the Privy Purse.

Harry Cope, executive officer
of the Department
of Ordnance Survey.

Charles Wenby,
Comptroller General

of the Department
for the Reduction
of the National Debt.

Every one of them appearing
out of a clear blue sky,
aged 20 or so,

just as some Red
falls off the radar.

These men,
where they are placed,

they can influence
Britain's attitude
to the USSR,

pave the way for an invasion,

fan the flames of unrest.

How did this happen?

How could we have missed this?

They thought big, Daddy.

They hid their agents
in plain sight.

We would never have done that.
We'd have
thought it too vulgar.

This is it.

This is their
blasted constellation.

We've landed a blow at last.

Extraordinary work, Bobby.

Absolutely extraordinary.

I shall brief
the Home Secretary

and make sure he knows about
all you've achieved today.

Wendy, call his office,
tell them I'm on my way.

Look, erm, no need
to bother the Home Secretary
with the who-said-what.

Just, er, doing our bit
for Queen and Country.

Can't put a price on that.

What?

Oh, fine, fine, fine.

Don't gloat,
it's most unbecoming.

I know I should have tried
to interrogate him,

or even apprehend him,

but I was on my own
and frankly I just wanted
him out of the house.

No, of course, you poor thing.

I'm bringing this
to you because...

Well, we both know
Daddy's days are numbered

and it's time
we started thinking
of a world after him.

Indeed...

Look, I know
it's not strictly...

Could I have 10 minutes
alone with Alan?

The specialists
have drawn a blank.

I might be able to get
something out of him.

The minister will see you now.

How did you find out?

After I found your pills,
I followed you.

See, I thought
you were meeting a lover,

but you were going
to a dead-letter drop.

The message itself
wasn't especially...

Just an update
for your Moscow handler.

But it told me everything
I needed to know.

Who you are.

Do you know what I felt?

Relief.

My wife was a mole.

She was undermining
everything we stood for,

but she hadn't betrayed me.

Do you love me?

Because I love you,

you see, as much now
as the day we married.

Not at first, no.
I needed a husband
to add authenticity.

And I was the lucky chap.

Low-level infiltrations,
I mean, are to be expected.

Someone from
British Aerospace here,

a trade delegate there,
but these...

These people are...

Are pillars of society!

I know them!

There is nothing
about them to suggest
that they're traitors.

Nothing at all!

In a way, that's what
worries me the most.

They are all
conscientious, hard-working
and respectable citizens.

-So what have they been doing?
-Waiting.

We thought Operation Glass
started a few months ago.

I now think it started
as early as the end
of World War II.

Soviet agents were planted
and left to take root.

The endgame wouldn't commence
for decades.

But, here's something curious.

It's not only
positions of influence
they have in common.

Every one of them
was appointed,

recommended

or promoted...

By you.

Prime Minister,
it's time.

Tonight, you'll be
interrogated again.

I'm going to tell you
what to say.

We're going to shift the blame
onto Joe.

I won't do that.

The silent treatment
won't work with them.

They'll keep on at you until
you tell them everything.

But the KGB
won't let that happen,

they'll get to you somehow,
they will kill you, somehow.

Well, unless
you've got someone
secreted in your handbag,

right now you are the KGB.

Minister...

Dispatch have just called.

-He's on the move.
-What?

You said to tell you
when the Prime Minister
was on his way to the site.

Oh. Yes, thank you.

The bomb site?

The bomb site.

You were lobbying
for the Prime Minister
to visit the site.

Oh, my God, how tragic.

The lion of espionage
reduced to this.

You send a bomber.

A few days later you send
the Prime Minister. Why?

Losing your little whore
from the orient

has clearly sent you
off the deep end, old bean.

You're going to kill him,
aren't you?

But it has to look
like suicide, doesn't it?

Alan, please...

I don't have a gun or a knife

and even with my asthma

I'm pretty sure I could
stop you from trying
to hang me again.

So how are you going to do it?

I've carried this
everywhere with me,
for nearly ten years.

It was intended for me,
in case I was ever exposed.

What were you going to do?

Slip it in my cocoa
when I wasn't looking?

Well, I'll save you
the bother.

There are two endings to this.

You confess or...

Well...

But I don't think
you came here to kill me.

I've heard enough of this.
Get out.

It's a coup.

I shall speak to
the Prime Minister about this.

-A silent coup!
-I said get out.

Alan, please. Bobby will be
here in a moment.

We have to get
our stories straight.

Do this, implicate Joe
and you can come home!

No. Not like this.

We can start again.

I don't want to start again.

Not with you.

Not with this traitor.

The Prime Minister dies.

Heads roll. Including mine.

And everyone else,

all those agents,
shift up a place.

Including you,

Mr Deputy Prime Minister.

I want my Sarah back.

She was a fiction. I'm sorry!

Well, let's just put that
to the test, shall we.

-Bottoms up.
-No!

My God!

That's it.

That's Operation Glass!

Welcome to the end
of our story.

You don't have to do a thing.

Leave it all to us.

And ten minutes from now,
when our work is complete,

you and Yulia can go.

What are you going to do?

Forgive me
for being vulgar, Joe,

but we are going to blow
your Prime Minister's
brains out.

What happens to us?

There is a car downstairs.

There are passports
and visas and tickets.

Everything you need.

It's a setup,

I'll be blamed.

It will be the end
of Joe Lambe, yes.

Which reminds me...

That's it.

What is that advertisement?

"Let your fingers
do the walking"?

Don't look so downcast, Joe.

Finally you will be free!

One gunshot.

A twitch of the finger.

That's all.

And you will step
from the chains, like Houdini.

Get everybody back!

Get back now.

Move them back!

What have you done?

-Take the shot.
-What?

Take... The... Shot!

You heard the man,
take the bloody shot!

Put the gun down.

I'm all right.

Sniper down, Odin's injured,
he's fled.

I'll pursue.

I have to find him.

No, no, please...

-I have to.
-He'll kill you.

-I have to.
-Please.

I have to.

Go! Go! Go.

We're here again, Joe.

How will you repay me
for that year of torment, huh?

For David Hexton?

For Tom Mallory?

You're more use alive.

I'm sorry, Joe.

The game is over.

But my secrets are my secrets.

I must tell you something.

Yulia...

...was working for us
all along.

Takes a whore
to catch a whore.

-That's not true.
-Hmm.

But how can you be sure?

Huh?

Doubt...

...it will kill you
as sure as any bullet.

Bang.

I win.

How's Alan?

Will I ever get
to see him again?

No visits. No cell mates.
No parole.

Then, you knew that was
the price you were
going to have to pay.

Was it worth it?

I confessed to save Alan.
I've given them nothing else.

It wasn't a Damascene
conversion, Joe.

The establishment is rotten.

Democracy is
a confidence trick.

Now others
will take up the fight.

So what happened?

Last time I saw you,
you were on the run.

Well, I walked into
a KGB trap once before.

I wasn't about to make
the same mistake.

Were we ever friends?

My cover,

the loyal MI5 officer,
the loving wife,

the only way
I could sustain that

was to live it,

to believe it.

When I looked at you,
I saw my friend.

When I looked at Alan,
I saw my husband.

I thought of it as working
for the Resistance
in an occupied country.

When the world turns Red,
you'll be hailed as a hero.

Oh, I doubt that.
I had a job and I failed.

Because I was weak.

Yulia...

Can I trust her?

Can you trust an answer
from me?

It has hit us all,

but few more than you
I'm sure.

I know Sarah was your...

Well, that you thought
the world of her.

But I confess I was surprised
to see Alan welcomed back,

having shared a bed
with one of the biggest moles
in 5's history,

some might consider him
something of a security risk.

"The righteousness
of the righteous

"will be upon himself.

"And the wickedness
of the wicked

"will be upon himself."

Or, indeed, herself.

Besides, had I an army of men

with Alan Montag's
loyalty and mettle,

I could end this war
in a fortnight.

Well, if it's any consolation,

I'm not a Soviet spy.

I'm not going anywhere.

No.

You're not, are you?

We'll get your son
to the coast,

take him across the Black Sea
to Turkey,

you'll be reunited there.

Then you'll fly via New York
to Toronto.

And then you'll join us?

You said a month.

Yeah...

I just have a few things
I need to do first.

The year that we were apart,
where were you?

-I've told you.
-I know.

I just need you
to tell me again.

In hospital.

Then, a prison camp.

Then I was moved around a lot.

Joe, I spent the last year
being pushed down corridors

with a gun at my head.

But at the end,
they said I would have you.

And now I do.

You know, I dreamt about this,

you being alive
and me finding you again.

You are back, aren't you?

Yes.

Sometimes everything is
what it seems.

The year we were apart,

where were you?

Oh, Joe.

What have they done?