All language subtitles for The Game-1x6

ARKADY: The story of British and Soviet
espionage will be divided into

before and after Operation Glass.

BOBBY: Colin Blakefield runs a business

smuggling Western goods behind
the Iron Curtain.

Why would you betray our country?

Yulia!

- What's wrong?
- You shouldn't have come here.

You should have waited for me
at the rendezvous.

JOE: 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 M0D 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.

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(DO0R 0PENS)

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.

Headline rather writes itself,
don't you think?

(SIGHS)

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're 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.

DADDY: 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 Ml5 nosy 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.

It's...

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, eh?

It must be six o'clock 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.
- Hm?

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, 11 th 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.

Mm, Alan must have heard his name,
cut it out,

re-recorded the edited version
onto a new tape.

Thanks, Wendy.

(INAUDIBLE)

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.

Cos 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 ten 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.

(STATIC 0N RADIO)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(STATIC 0N RADIO)

(BANGING)

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 ceiling,
then tie it into noose.

Do this now.

Does Sarah know this is happening?

No.

Nyet.

(GROANS)

(GR0ANS AND C0UGHS)

(GASPS)

MAN: What's going on down here?

(GROANS)

(CHOKES)

(GASPS)

(WHEEZES)

Oh, Bobby. Colin Blakefield...

No joy? Well, I can't say I'm surprised.
Let me go and see if I...

No, he's 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.

(DO0R 0PENS)

(SCOFFS)

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.

(JIM CLEARS HIS THROAT)

Look at me, Colin.

Look at me.

(DO0R SHUTS)

You seem to have changed
your modus operandi, Colin,

from ferrying denims and perfumes
to Moscow to vaporising 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, OK?

Make it look good.

- Talk.
- OK.

- 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 Ml5

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

And who was this man?

- Don't know.
- (THUMPS DESK)

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, 0K? 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?

OK, 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've 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!

(DO0R SLAMS)

Joe told me his father was dead.

Then he lied to you too.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

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.

(CHUCKLES)

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

And as fusty as that sounds, we must
believe in the country we're fighting for.

It was as if Joe were
running from something,

and he'd 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.

Hmph. 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.

Ml5 already think he's a traitor.

But how do we reach him now?

- How do we get him into position?
- Already done it.

SARAH: 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?
- (STONE SPLOSHES)

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!

(HER VOICE ECHOES)

(TRANSLATION)

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.

- (KNOCK AT D00R)
- Mm?

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.

Erm... 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.

WENDY: 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.

So, someone's working for the police
using a false identity.

What did you say that name was?

Erm... 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.

Um...

Happy there's no-one else here?

Thank you.

What's going on, Sarah?

PC 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.

OK.

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... 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 0din,

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.

- (MUSIC 0N RADIO)
- (SINGS ALONG)

♪ It's just another day... ♪

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

♪ ... So sad

♪ So sad

♪ Sometimes she feels so sad... ♪

(RASPING BREATHS)

(CROCKERY CLATTERS DOWNSTAIRS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

- Yes?
- JIM: 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?

(SCOFFS) 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
at all, call the police, all right?

(GASPS) What? Him dangerous, this fella?

No, no, no, no. It's just, erm... well,
we just really want to talk to him.

- All right, I'll let you know.
- 0K.

(DOOR OPENS)

- JIM: Thanks, love.
- Take care.

(DO0R CLOSES)

(CROCKERY CLATTERS DOWNSTAIRS)

(RASPING BREATHS)

- (GASPS)
- Shh.

What are you scared of, Dad?

It's just a game.

- (MOANS)
- That's what you used to say.

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

Don't tell anyone.

(WHISPERS) It's our secret.

Don't tell anyone

or I'll come back tonight.

You know...

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.

(RASPING BREATHS)

No.

(MOANS)

Live.

- (GASPS)
- 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.
- 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're 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?

(SIGHS) Joe, I really don't think...

- (GUN COCKS)
...even you would do...

And that?

I'm sorry, but I can stop Operation Glass.

Please trust me.

I've got him!

Er... Terence Clarke.

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, um...

...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.

- (♪ DEEP PURPLE: Black Night)
- (CHATTER)

♪ Black night is not right

♪ I don't feel so bright

♪ I don't care to sit tight

♪ Maybe I'll find on the way
down the line... ♪

(MUSIC MUFFLED)

(MUSIC PLAYS)

(CONVERSATION IN RUSSIAN)

(RECORDING STOPS)

♪ ... Free to be me

♪ Black night is

- ♪ A long way from home... ♪
- (TAPE REWINDS)

(MUSIC MUFFLED)

(MUSIC PLAYS)

(CONVERSATION IN RUSSIAN)

(THUNDER ROLLS)

(GASPS)

(THUNDER CRACKS)

Jesus! J-Joe!

What the hell are you doing here?

I told you no more contact.

Just because your career's 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 have got to it first, because
some of the words had been taken out.

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

Anyway, I'm 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.
- (THUNDER RUMBLES)

Alan had also taken out
all the pronouns,

all the hes.

What's incriminating about that? Hm?

Nothing.

Cos 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 0din 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.

- (RINGING)
- It's ringing.

(SIGHS) You'll get arrested.

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

- (THUNDER ROLLS)
- You'll never find 0din now.

(RINGING)

We've got Yulia.

She didn't die.

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

- Now hang up.
- (RINGING)

(SHOUTS) Hang up!

(RECEIVER CLICKS)

I don't believe you.

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

- Where is she?
- (WHISPERS) She's safe.

We don't want to kill her...

...and we don't want to kill you.

Be at this address tomorrow,
three o'clock.

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.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

BOBBY: 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,

Controller 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're placed,

they can influence
Britain's attitude to the USSR,

pave the way for 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,

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, 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.

(SIGHS) Indeed.

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

Could I have ten 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.

(DO0R CREAKS)

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.

(GASPS)

And I was the lucky chap.

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

Someone from British Aerospace here
or 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're 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.

(KN0CK AT DO0R)

MAN: Prime Minister, it's time.

Tonight you'll be interrogated again.
I'm going to tell you what to say.

- Ah...
- 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.

- (KNOCK ON DOOR)
- 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.

(CHUCKLES) 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 are 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 while I wasn't looking?

Well, I'll save you the bother.

There are two endings to this.

You confess. 0r...

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!

(SOBS)

(GASPS)

My God.

That's it.

That's Operation Glass.

(LOW CHATTER)

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?

Er... 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 set-up. I'll be blamed.

It will be the end of Joe Lambe, yes.

Which reminds me...

(GUN COCKS)

That's it.
What is that advertisement?

Let your fingers do the walking?

(CHUCKLES)

Don't look so downcast, Joe.
Finally, you will be free.

One gunshot.

A twitch of a finger. That's all.

And you will step from the chains,
like Houdini.

(PEOPLE CHATTER)

Move back.

(CROWD CLAMOURS)

(TRANSLATION)

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.

(ORDERS SHOUTED)

- (SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
- J0E: Yulia, get behind me!

J0E: Put the gun down!

(TWO GUNSHOTS ECHO)

J0E: I'm all right.

Sniper down.

Odin's injured. He's fled.

I'll pursue.

(SHOUTING OUTSIDE)

- I have to find him.
- No, no. Please...

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

- I have to.
- Please.

- I have to.
- JIM: Clear the area!

(SIRENS WAIL)

- Go! Go! Go!
- (SCREAMING)

(SIRENS WAIL)

(GASPS)

(GASPS)

(GASPS)

We are here again, Joe.

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

For David Hexton?

For Tom Mallory?

(ODIN GROANS)

You're more use alive.

(GRUNTS)

I'm sorry, Joe.

The game is over...

(COIN CLATTERS)

...but my secrets...

are my secrets.

(GASPS)

(GASPS) I must tell you something.

Yulia...

(C0UGHS)

...was working for us all along.

Takes a whore to catch a whore.

No, that's not true.

(GRUNTS)

But how can you...

be sure?

Hm?

Doubt.

(C0UGHS)

It will kill you as sure...

...as any bullet.

(C0UGHS)

Bang.

(CHUCKLES) I win.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

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 Ml5 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?

(DO0R SHUTS)

BOBBY: It has hit us all,

but few more than you, I'm sure.

I know Sarah was your...

(SIGHS) 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 re-united 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.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

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?