04x08 - The Russian

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It's neither stupid nor selfish.

What kind of a world
is he going to know?

You can't hesitate for a second.
You do that and we could be dead.

This is insane.

Fiona saw that list,
she knew he'd be there.

I think I've screwed up.

Where is she?

Fiona's ex-husband is
still alive and was a double agent
all along. Working for the Syrians.

Adam !

Keep Wes safe. Promise me, Will.

Don't.

CARTOON MUSIC PLAYS

'The country wide crisis in
the NHS

'has been highlighted by a leaked
report of planned emergency measures
being put into action immediately.

'The report details a "black hole"

'of £100 million
of debt owed by London Hospitals.

'Last night, a leading consultant
claimed that at least three

'hospital trusts in the capital
are on the verge of bankruptcy.

'The leaked report comes as Labour
backbench MP, Malcolm Stackley
confronted Claire Stacey,

'Junior Minister of Health,
in a heated session

'of the House of Commons Select
Committee on health last night.'

'There is no plan
to sell off hospitals.'

Isn't that what the new
private/public initiative
is all about?

'Flogging off bankrupt hospitals to
private firms who think they can
make a quick buck?'

'This is about people having
treatment free when
they visit their local hospital.'

'It won't be "their hospital".

'So who are these firms buying into
hospitals? Are they foreign firms?'

'It is an open, regulated market.'

'You mean hospital beds being
flogged off from barrow stalls?'

# Arise, ye workers
from your slumbers

# Arise, ye criminals of want

# For reason in revolt
now thunders. . . #

# Oh, comrades, come rally

# And the last fight, let us face

# The Internationale

# Unites the human race. #

Oh, Hugo.



Now, what was I saying in 1975?

No gentlemen of the press?

We don't count any more, Hugo.

Don't bet on it.

But there's other scum here.

Oh, Hugo no.

Oh, please, please, spare me.

Tell Harry Pearce I haven't changed!

I haven't changed!

Keep on going over and over
it, seeing myself standing
there outside, doing nothing.

You can't blame yourself.
Fiona knew what she was doing.
Knew it was going to get her k*lled?

Listen to me, Jo, you can't
think like that. I know!

Imagine what Adam's going through.

I thought this job would be cool.

Imagine that. Cool.

Look, you know, sometimes
it helps to stick together.

My flat, why don't you
take that room after all?

I don't know. I don't know if
I even want this job any more.

Well, OK. Well, um,

look, personnel have got the keys,
if you want to look the place over.

Thanks, Zaf.

You cannot stop the operation.

We've been told, in no uncertain,
terms to end the investigation,

to end the surveillance and
to close the whole Op down.

No room for manoeuvre? None.

I thought the deal would happen
in the Autumn but the Government

have brought
the whole thing forward.

To when? The end of next week.

Can they do that?
The Government can do what it likes.

This deal could wreck the whole
economy. It'll be a disaster for the
National Health Service. I agree.

I'm afraid I do too.

Then you must go on.

That means that MI5,
in effect, would be conducting a
conspiracy against the Government.

Cometh the hour,
cometh the conspirators.

Now let us understand our position.

If we are to fail, then a lot of. . .

unpleasantness will come our way.

Then we mustn't fail.

Mr Stackley, Adam Carter. I'm a great
admirer. I hope we can help you.

The whole bloody thing
could go down the pan.

What thing? The whole health service!

Flogging NHS hospitals
to a foreign billionaire?

Harold Macmillan called it selling
off the family silver. Shall we?

Adam, how was it?

It was just
a couple of boring old commies.

What's this about selling hospitals?

What foreign billionaire? Erm. . .

Come on, Ruth, what's
Harry cutting me out of?

I can't say.

Adam, I'm sorry.

Look, should you be here?

Busy, busy, you know.
Keep the gremlins away.

Ruth! Jo! Zaf!

There was a message for you,

in the cover stories voice box,
from Fiona's father.

He asks if Fiona's still
coming to see them this weekend.

You haven't told them yet. Or Wes.

Adam, you've got to.

And arrange a memorial service.
I don't want that.

No, I can understand,
but all of us here, we want to. . .

What?
Have a good cry over me and Wes?

Sorry.

Ruth! Come now!

I'll handle it.

Yeah, it's Adam Carter,
Miss Evershed just sent a file
to you. Operation Songbird.

She meant for me to see it, could
you send it to my station please?

Eyes only.

I haven't changed anything.

Thank you.

Is he alive?

No, Hugo.

He died in 1985.

I should have been told.

We thought you had enough to bear.

Vodka.

To comrade Boris Kandinsky!

Comrade Boris Kandinsky!

Go and say goodbye to Daddy.

Bye-bye, Daddy.

Bye-bye. I'll see you on Saturday.

Will we go on Frencham ponds? Yes.

Will Mum row the boat with me?

Wes, I told you. Mummy's away.

In Egypt. So she won't be
back to go on the ponds?

No. Come on you.

Up to bed.

Wes, Wes.

I love you.

Bye-bye, Daddy.

Bye-bye.

Come on.

So Fiona won't be
here at the weekend?

No.

We have had Wes for
a whole week already.

I really appreciate it, honestly.

You and Fiona all right?

Clive, please, just
take him for a couple more days.

Please, do it for me. OK.

Give her a big hug.

So how erm. . .

How do. . .

Are you trying to ask me how I feel?

Numb.

You know we're all upset
beyond anything we can say.

Yeah, yeah. Well. . .

Why have you got
me doing chores, taking
snaps of some burnt out old traitor?

Hugo Ross was one of the biggest
spies for the Soviet Union
ever jailed in this country.

When I was a young officer I had the
job of going to see him in jail,
once a month.

Never gave me anything.

I came to admire him.
A very dangerous man, of course.

Did you let him spot you?

Yeah, yeah he shouted at me. "Tell
Harry Pearce I've not changed. "

Hugo Ross,
keeper of the communist faith.

Harry, you've got me doing slops and
I know there's something big on. . .

I'm afraid it's slops or go to
Tring. I don't need the psych tank.

What's the thinking here?
My wife died and I'm going bonkers?

Adam, calm down, Adam, I blocked it.

I need something to fill the day,
fill my mind.
Not this Mickey Mouse stuff.

Adam, stick with Hugo Ross
for the moment, please.

Did you get the bug in his house?

Yeah, Malcolm's taking care of it.

What is it with you
and this old red anyway?

OK, OK.

Oleg Korsakov's life is one of
the most extraordinary stories
to come out of the new Russia.

Mr Korsakov never gives press
interviews, but it's believed he
never knew his father and mother.

He was brought up in a
state orphanage
in the Russian city of Gorki.

But recently, the American
magazine Wealth Watch

placed him as the third
richest man in the world.

After the collapse of Soviet
Russia, he suddenly emerged
as a brilliant entrepreneur.

He was accused by some of
using brutal and ill*gal means.

But for a while he was feted
as a hero of the new Russia.

In 2001, the Kremlin launched
an investigation
into his business empire.

He was charged with fraud
and massive tax evasion.

Then last year the charges
were suddenly dropped.

Mr Korsakov came to live in Britain.

World Russia analyst, Roger Vintner,
is with me in the studio.

Roger, one foreign investor
owning so much in Britain.

Good or bad for the country?

Anything interesting?

Just an old movie.

Dog house. Two hours.

Adam, you look terrible.

Ask Harry for a few days off.

Go home.

Operation Songbird. Oleg Korsakov.

God, Adam, how do you know?

You know me.
Things pass in through my skin.

You want to tell me. You know you do.

We were given a tip-off.

Oleg Korsakov may be running
a mole at GCHQ Cheltenham.

Who's the tip from? Malcolm Stackley.

How does he know?
He's obsessed with Korsakov.

He had a suspicion.
Which turned out to be true.

Looks likely. Who's the mole?

Her name is Sally Curtis. She's
an analyst on a commercial desk.

What's she like?

Single. Likes clubbing,
though she's in her early 30s.

Gets wasted on the weekends,
but sees her mother on Tuesdays.

So good girl, bad girl.
What's she selling?

Information on British and American
firms in the Health Sector.
Deep financial analysis.

How's she dropping the material?

Electronically. From her computer.

Through GCHQ firewalls?
Is that possible?

Korsakov could afford
the best IT in the world.

How did he turn our Sally?

Love.

Oh, that.

So what, Korsakov seduced her?

No. No, he sent a pro. A real stud.

Picked her up in a club.

They meet in a London Hotel
that Korsakov owns.

She's blown.
Why haven't you lifted her yet?

Oleg Korsakov is about to make
a huge investment in the NHS.

Not in his name,
but through companies he owns.
The public don't know?

Ministers assume people won't care
who owns the hospitals.

Flog great chunks of
it off to a crook? Adam.

You could suddenly not recognise
the country you're living in.

Can this Korsakov do anything
he wants? The Government see him
as a saviour.

But the nightmare is that
Korsakov may do in Britain
what he did in Russia.

Asset strip, sell off.

Goodbye NHS.

Ruth, if Korsakov's the golden goose,
what does the Government think
about us trying to bring him down?

They've told us to stop.

A direct order?
]From the Cabinet, yes.

And Harry and Juliet. . .
Have said carry on.

It's desperate.

The Government are going to sign
a deal with Korsakov next week.

So MI5 are deliberately trying
to wreck a Government policy?

Isn't that ill*gal or something?

So ill*gal it's very nearly treason.

Why hasn't Harry told me this? Adam!

Oh, no!
He shouldn't be here, should he?

Let him in.

Friendly visit.

Doughnuts anyone?

Look Zaf, I know you're running
this in the field. I'm just here
out of interest, that's all.

That's Korsakov. The whole top floor
of the hotel's reserved for him.

He's turned the entire top
floor into a hi-tech paradise.

It's a very advanced
version of a Faraday cage.

Can stop any hostile
signal getting in or out.

You've found a way of getting
through it? Theoretically.

Practically, I've no idea.
There's the boyfriend.

He's going to meet Oleg Korsakov.
This should be interesting.

He's switching the Cage on.

He must know we're bugging him.
Not necessarily.

You've got to pick up Sally Curtis.
Not in our brief.

Just pick her up and turn her!
Adam, step out.

You and I both know you're not
meant to be anywhere near this Op.

Adam, I think Zaf's right.

You shouldn't be here.

Adam !

Adam.

I'm sorry I spoke
to you like that.

No, no you were right.

You should know,

I'm going to resign
from the service.

Why?

Because my wife died?

If I can
still do this job, so can you.

How can you bear it?

You just try to
lead a normal life.

Is this normal?

Look, all I know is. . .

. if I left I'd be nothing.

Right now you're still an MI5
officer on duty. Get back in there.

Oleg Korsakov left the
hotel an hour and a half ago.

What about the boyfriend?
He's still inside. Wait.

We've got an arrival
on Sally Curtis.

Harry, are you sure you don't
want us to lift her after all?

No. Repeat, no. Continue to observe.

'Will do. Delta six out.'

Maybe Adam should be at Tring.
He doesn't want to go.

We're running out of
time to crack Korsakov.

You need Adam.

You need his instinct. Really?

In his present condition,
can you really trust his instinct?

I know he's not his usual. . .

charming self.

He needs to work to save himself.
Save himself?

What, at the expense of national
security? I can't take the risk.

If this Op fails,
we could all go to jail.

I'll always trust Adam.

He's a friend. In this job,
Ruth, none of us have friends.

Colleagues who we'd die
for, but no friends.

It's Sally and her boyfriend.

Here they go!

THUMPING HOUSE MUSIC PLAYS

No!

Oh, no!

Stay on it.

What's he doing here? Ask me another.

Who the hell do you think you are?

My name is John and I'm MI5. Oh, God.

Sally! Sally, you've been hit.

That man injected you with something.
Listen!

You are crazy. Listen, listen to me.

You've been passing GCHQ product
to Oleg Korsakov. Yes. Sally?

You're, you're MI5, oh, God.

It's all right, it's all right.
I'm sorry, what have I done?

We can help you. Just tell
us what you know. All right?

Sorry, who did you say you were?

My name's John and I'm MI5.

Five what?
Adam, what the hell are you doing?

She's been hit. Ambulance, now!

Sally! Sally!
This is a nine ten call. . .

Just say something, just say
something Sally, anything.
Sorry, who did you say you were?

The drug they injected her
with was anaoxide diethylamide.

It was developed
during the cold w*r.

We made it at Porton Down.

It was assumed the Soviets did too
in the KGB's Minsk laboratories.

It was a prototype for
a battle field weapon.

And it. . . Destroys the frontal
lobe memory centres of the cerebrum.

They wiped her memory. Yes.

A drug that wipes your mind?

Is there any hope that. . .

There is an antidote,
but it's a prototype
and it's too late for Sally.

Adam was right Harry,
we should have lifted her.

In the matter of Adam Carter,
how did he find out about
Songbird and Oleg Korsakov?

One of you told him.

I don't want to know who,
but it was misplaced loyalty.

This is a very dangerous
operation for the country,
and particularly for this service.

I want no more indiscipline.

Office.

Adam, you know how much we
all sympathise with you,
but you joined an operation

without orders to do so. Yes, I did.

You are on compulsory leave in
Tring. I don't need the psych tank.

Then the DG will dismiss
you from the service.

What does Hugo Ross
have to do with Oleg Korsakov?

Adam, give yourself time.

I beg you, as a friend.

You told me once in this
job we can't have friends.

PHONE RINGS

Juliet.

The Government have granted
Korsakov British citizenship.

His application has
been fast-tracked.

The usual back channel from
the Home Secretary's Office.

No time. Absolutely.

Are we anywhere
nearer hard evidence?

Running a mole at GCHQ and all but
murdering her was evidence enough[ !]

We need a smoking g*n, Harry.

Why is the Government so far up the
behind of this Russian billionaire?

Have you picked anything up?

Yes.

Well?

It's not new information, it's
more of a rethink after a
heavy discussion. With whom?

It was put to me, at a very high
level, that the public has no idea
how bad the NHS situation is.

Hospitals are going to
have to close their doors
right across the country.

The great unspeakable truth
at the heart of British politics

is the NHS is collapsing.
We know that.

I now have to tell you that. . .

I agree with Downing Street.

I can't be party
to what you are doing.

We. What WE are doing.

You told us about Korsakov.

You asked us to start Songbird.

I was wrong.

Korsakov has assured the Prime
Minister of his moral standing.

Now he's the only hope for the NHS.

That's clear to me.

Is it?

What have they offered
you, you shabby little man?

Don't take that tone with me.

I'm an elected representative.
You two are just servants.

Stop the operation as you were
told to do and leave Korsakov alone.

Don't be reckless.

Breathtaking. What're we gonna do?

Be reckless.

We've got 48 hours at the most
before the JIC start checking
up on what we're doing.

You're going to have to
entrap Korsakov. Fast.

I've been thinking of a way.

What can you possibly want
from him after all these years?

This is a courtesy call. Courtesy?

]From British counterintelligence?

Harry, what am I doing here?

I want your fresh eyes and ears.

Why? You're going to work with him.

Harry Pearce. Hugo.

The sight of enemies embracing
each other embarrasses
your young companion.

Oh, forgive me,
this is Zafar Younis.

Mr Younis.

You must understand
that during the so-called cold w*r

we could salute each other
across the ideological divide.

And sometimes k*ll each other.
It was a w*r.

I enjoyed your visits.

Why did you stop coming?
You ceased to be of importance.

Vodka? I think so.

Fascinated by the size of the
dinosaur let out of his cage, Zafar?

I read up about you. Did you indeed?

A house on Hampstead
Heath this size?

Got to be worth what, two million?

The housing market is disgusting,
deeply immoral.

Oh, I don't know. Houses have
to be bought and sold somehow.

Oh, no, they don't!

Shelter is a human right.

Housing should be held in
common and given when needed.

You mean concrete council
tower blocks for all?

Great!

Well, this is very entertaining,

but did you really come to talk
housing policy?

Boris Kandinsky. Yes.

Boris Kandinsky. . .
Was Mr Ross's control.

My KGB contact at
the Russian Embassy.

To whom you sold information that
cost the lives of British agents.

And saved many others.

You were a fast-tracked civil
servant in the Ministry of Defence.

And you gave
Kandinsky the names of agents
in the Soviet m*ssile programme.

The KGB ex*cuted them.

What I did
helped to keep the nuclear stalemate
between West and East.

The KGB ex*cuted
the men you betrayed.

Terrible times

require terrible things to be done.

Forgive me, Mr Ross.

To my generation, communism is all
propaganda and gobbledegook.



Yes, yes. Did you know he had a son?
No, Boris never married.

He always felt that as a KGB
Officer in the field, he might
make himself vulnerable.

Oh, he married. His wife
was kept away from Moscow, they
never appeared in public together.

She died about a year after he did.

And the son? Took another name.

Had a cover story as an orphan.

He's hugely successful.

Oleg Korsakov.

The entrepreneur?

The man who stole half the Soviet
ship-building industry?

That rabid young dog of a
capitalist is Boris's son?

He's acquired many
businesses in this country.

Amongst them, a chain of hotels.

He has his London headquarters
in one, The Excelsior.
You should give him a call.

Why do you think I would
do anything that MI5 suggested?

Well, aren't you fascinated?
I mean, once a spy. . .

Morning, sir.

Mr Carter, welcome.
I'm Diana Jewell.

Yeah, head shrink, I know.

If we could do the formalities,
then we can show you to your room.

Formalities? Do you have any reading
material with you? Laptop? Yes.

You'll have to surrender them. We
don't want you to have distractions.

You're fond of Jane Austen?

Yeah, she noticed things.

And do you have a mobile phone?

Good.
Jonathan will show you to your room.

Can I call you Adam?

Familiarity, first step?

Tell me,

what's the most attractive thing
about being a spy?

You won't get anywhere with me.

I helped devise the MI6
interrogator's course.

Good. We fit.

Fit?

You are the mind breaker,
I am the mind healer.

The most attractive thing
about spying is telling lies.

Did you just tell one?

No.

And how deep does your lying go?

How do you mean?
Do you lie to yourself?

Of course. Every time you
go in the field you have to
leave your real self in a box.

But do you lie to yourself?

About what?

Your love for your dead wife.

I don't lie about that.

How do you know?

I don't lie about that.

Are you sure?

I don't lie about that!

Good.

But you lie to yourself
about her being dead.

What about his blocking device?

Not turned on yet.
It's common protocol.

It gives people like me
less time to crack it.

'Air air? What is this air?

'What are these stupid little
pumps in the heels?

'It's not necessary!

'But it is beautiful commerce!
It is built in obsolescence!'

What's he talking about?
Trainers, I think.

This guy's meant to be the
financial master of the universe,

the guy who's gonna rescue the NHS.

Which is exactly why we've been
told not to do what we're doing.

I mean, of course, I will
break the fingers of little children

in Taiwan any day, but for
good product, useful product,
like rubber chickens.

No, don't you laugh,
I have sold rubber chickens
in Siberia, unfrozen!

Here we go.

Hugo Ross.

He's in. We'll patch the
surveillance through.

$2, 000 a pair.

Hugo.

I am so glad you called me.

You're kind, Mr Kandinsky.

No, no, no, no, you must
call me Korsakov.

You old reds knew all
about false names, hmm?

Trotsky's name wasn't
Trotsky, Lenin's wasn't Lenin.

The new Russia.

The Soviet Union.

Past and present
glories of the motherland.

I can drink to that.

When you telephoned
and asked to see me,

I had something sent from Moscow.

The highest b*ttlefield
honour of the Soviet Union.

You were awarded it in 1975,
when you were sentenced to jail.

It could not be announced,
of course.

The Soviet authorities never
acknowledged their agents publicly.

The Order of The Red Banner.

Please. Sentimental old men?

Harry, what are you after?

Please.

So, Hugo, now that you are a
free man, what are you going to do?

What can I do?

I'm 73, and what the Americans
call an ex-con.

Who will employ me?

I will. Hello.

I can always find work
for ruthless men.

I don't mean to offend you, but I
know what you've done to Russia.

The asset stripping
of the State-owned industries,
the corruption.

People unemployed in their millions.

Under Socialism,
unemployment was unknown in Russia.

Yes, six men to open one hotel door.

You Russian capitalists,

so-called masters of the world.

You're gangsters!

You've stolen Russia!

You have become the enemy
your father sought to destroy.

The old man's got guts.

Beautiful, beautiful.

This is exactly why you're here.

Hugo, I have job for you.

Moment.

Malcolm. . . I've adjusted
the phasing. This time. . .

Oh, no!

No!

Anyone fancy a beer?

Adam !

Freddy?

Freddy Frost! How you doin'?

I didn't know you were in here.

Yeah,
it was after the Beirut business.

But that was. . . Yeah, a while ago.

But I'm doing well.

Look, there
is a grapevine even in here.

Fiona. . .

I was gutted when I heard.

Do you fancy that beer?

Sorry, my drug regimen, y'know?

I'll see you later.

See ya.

Why am I shut up with nutters?

You're not shut up,
you're free to leave.

But not free to go back in the
service. The guests here are all
distinguished intelligence officers.

Like yourself.

My problem, if I have a problem,
is grief! Ordinary, common, grief!

And how are you dealing with it?
That doesn't concern you.

But it does concern the service.

The security of the
state depends on my state of mind.

Doesn't it?
That's too much to lay on me.

But your job does lay it on you.

Adam,

have you told your
son his mother's dead?

Have you told her parents?

Korsakov has got the better of you
and the techies of C department?

At this point in time, this
is the worst day of my life.

Well, it's not over yet. Fix it!

You're not ready to leave, Adam.
Stay here and I never will be.

I'll end up babbling about
some bar in Beirut. Adam.

How do you know if I'm over it.
If, anyway?

Only you will know that.

And you don't, do you?

Do you? So long, Diana.

Thanks for the rest. Adam?

You went to see Oleg Korsakov.

Meaning you listened to our
conversation in the hotel room. Yes.

Ah, like the old days.

Enter an empty room and say,
"Hello. "

What did you think of the job
he offered me? We didn't hear.

His anti-bugging devices
defeated us. Really? !

Just like his father.

Always one step ahead of the game.

Sensitive. Impeccable manners.

Secretly, a brute.

Very attractive.

He, er, wants me to write his
father's biography. Did you agree?

Certainly not!

He offered me an advance
of $100, 000.

These Westernised, they
think they can buy anyone.

I want to buy you, Hugo.

But not with money.

I've got something very
urgent to talk to you about.

I should ask you to sign the
Official Secrets Act really but. . .

These are highly
sensitive documents.

Go back to Tring.

What's the link between Boris
Kandinsky and Oleg Korsakov? Adam.

Come on,
this is me, this is what I do.

Oleg's father

was Boris Kandinsky.

The KGB agent who
recruited Hugo Ross? Yes.

So Harry's had Hugo in mind all
along, just in case he became useful?

Harry, the fox.

I want you to persuade Harry to
take me back on the Op. Talk to him.

Do this for me.

I need this.

Hospitals.

We have no time. He is going

to sign a contract with the
Government in three days.

He is going to
totally destroy the NHS.

Why don't you sh**t him in the
back of the neck? Oh, sorry.

The veneer of bourgeois
democracy doesn't permit that.

What we need is information that
will completely discredit him,
something concrete, final.

Hugo, I'm asking you to
fight the good fight against
capitalism, as you always have.

I need you to bring down Korsakov.

You are recruiting me
to work for MI5? !

All right.

I'll do it.

Oleg Korsakov is a disgrace
to his father's memory.

Let's just see how
rusty I am at the game.

Who will baby-sit? Zafar.

I'm gonna leave him with you.

Welcome back.

Where is he now? In the canteen.

I've had Diana Jewell on the phone.

She wants her star inmate back.

All right. Ask him to come up.

You need me to go in undercover
with Ross. Zaf's doing that.

He's not experienced enough.

All right, if Zaf's
undercover, who's riding shotgun?

You know it should be me.

You need me to do this
and I need to do it.

Do you know what will
happen if we fail on this?

We are acting against the explicit
instructions of the Cabinet.

Harry.

Very well. Time is of the essence.

Get up to speed. Thanks.

We have visuals, we have audio.
Game plan on.

Right, we screw this up and
part of England disappears.

Who's this? This is Sikandar Khan.

We met in jail.

Mr Khan is going to be my secretary.

Very bright boy.

What were you imprisoned for?

Identity theft.

State of the art criminal.

Forgive this.

It's natural caution.

A mobile?

Comrade Ross is catching
up with the modern world.

What is this for?

Personal use.

Violent man, are you?

When it's personal.

Interesting company you keep, Hugo.

You know where you
are with criminals.

Lenin liked bank robbers. Indeed.

So! We have material here.

The family archives go right back
to my great, great grandfather.

He was in the Tsar's secret police.

See. The blood that flows in
me, it will flow in your book!

I have cleared the whole day.

We will organise the book!

Chapter one, of my childhood
and my father, please.

The ego explodes.

My mother told me of the
night Stalin died, my father wept.

The great helmsman was dead!

That man has talked
seven hours non-stop.

Should deport him for yapping.

That's all we've got
on him so far.

Hugo and Zaf have got to get him
to blow off about the NHS takeover.

I want him hero. Which he was.

Good, good!

Good days work.

Drink.

Mr Ross tells me you're one
of Moscow's sharpest operators.

Stole half of Russia? Yes, Oleg.

Why aren't you in prison?

Most of the other "robber barons"
of the 1990s are.

Ah.

My father had. . .close friends.

Close?

To the Kremlin.

Doesn't that fly in the face of
everything your father believed in?
My father is hero to me.

How can that be?

I am continuing his work.

Is this it?

Go on.

Go on, tell us!

My father wanted to change the West.

So do I.

Change, in what way?

Ironic, isn't it?

What my father and all the
communist armies, institutions
of the state, KGB could not do,

I can.

Exactly what do you mean?

No, no, no.

I have gone far enough.

Hugo, this session has been delight.

Oh, no.

Are you sure there's nothing
else you want to discuss?

I think we have covered nearly
everything, for first day.

Get writing, my friend!

It will be more than biography of my
father, it will be the great Russian
novel of our time, but a real story!

Hmm? Is there nothing we can do?

Have you got his mobile number? Yes.

Dial it, now.

Excuse me.

Yes? This is your estate agent.

The quote we gave you is not working.

We're going to have to
double it, yeah? Double it.

Yes, are you absolutely sure?
'Absolutely.'

I'm in a meeting at the moment,
so I'll, er, I'll return your call.

See if he got the message.
Message, what message?

Pushy estate agent.

I'm selling my house.

Joining the world of property
speculation? Welcome to the club.

Hugo Ross. You are a born field
agent. What have you done?

There's something else
I want to join. What?

Your organisation.

Hugo, I don't think. . .

I have something to sell.

Wait. Wait.

Here comes the cage.

Theory become reality.
Please, please. Is it working?

I always kept this quiet but I had
doubts about a backup system.

I've done it. Success is with me.

Yes, Hugo.

This man is an MI5 officer.

Adam, they'll k*ll him !

What is this?

MI5 gave me no alternative.

They sent me in here with this
boy to mind me.

This child!
I want to join you because I am sick
of what your father represented.

I've paid my dues,


It's a new world. New delights.
I want a decadent old age.

And what use can you be to me?

I can be your mole in MI5. I can
walk out of this room your creature.

And what about your minder?
He can walk out too.

Put him in a car. Drive him
somewhere quiet, then lose him.

I'll say that he disappeared.

MI5 are desperate
to have me close to you.

You want to be double agent?

Yes.

At my age!

Good, good.

I lived

with security services in
Russia that close to me.

Spies are
just molecules in the air I breathe.
You're nothing but a cheap criminal.

I am new breed of merchant
which will change the world.

Your father thought he could
change the world.
Democratic government stopped him.

Democratic government?

Thieves and pigmies!

What, they think my billions
will save their pathetic,
socialistic health service.

I will squeeze it for
profit, strip it bare!

If hospital is on
valuable land, sell it!

Let there be casino, car park!

Let the market work!

I'll inject him.

I'll destroy his mind. Like I did to
the wretched girl at GCHQ.

That's it! Send'em in!

Delta Six to Mercury
One, activate all units.

What?

A triple agent, Hugo?
What ambition.

You are a disgrace to the memory
of your father and to your country.

And you are speck of
dust up the chimney of history.

Stop there!

Zaf!

Zaf, all right?
He's been hit with a needle.

What? What is it? An antidote.

OK, Sergeant, great work. I'm just
going to have a look around. Sir.

PHONE RINGS

'Adam.'

MI5 agent, estate agent.

'It's great, great work.

'Welcome back.'

Thanks. Thanks, Harry.

Malcolm, will you wipe
that last bit of tape?

So how's Adam Carter?

Back to his old self?
I'm not so sure.

Although Diana Jewell's given him
a clean bill of health. Oh, good.

Actually she was rather
gushing about him. Oh, dear.

And Korsakov?

Well, he arrived back in Moscow
three hours ago, where he
was arrested at the airport.

Bundled into an unmarked van.

Someone at the Kremlin must
have seen those hotel tapes.

Now the Korsakov deal has
fallen through, the money to save
the NHS has to come from somewhere.

So they are going to put 5p
on the basic rate of income tax.

Oh, my God.

I know, Harry. What have we done?

We're selling the house. Excellent.

We want to live in France.

Can you help us with the
French authorities, my record. . .

I'm sure.

I'll leave you.

Why the change on the house?
Well, it's for her. How's Zafar?

Fine. Yes, he did well.

A good little bourgeois spy in
the making. I'm pleased with him.

What of our other friend?

The transcripts of your
discussions have been delivered
to all members of the Cabinet.

There is a general shock.

The Minister of Health's career
is looking, shall we say, sickly.

It is true that men
make their own history

but not always just as they please.

The dead past. . .

BOTH: ... lies like a
nightmare on the minds of the living.

I really thought, when you visited
me as a young man while I was
in jail, that I could turn you.

But you turned me in the end.

Not really.
You wanted Korsakov destroyed too.

Yes.

The minds of the living.

Who said that? Karl Marx.



Speech, to the 20th congress
of the party of the Soviet Union.

Yes.

It was that that made me join them.

Speech.

Who made that speech?

Kruschev. Nurse!

Who?

Nurse! The antidote, it's failing!

Harry?
Why are you looking at me like that?

Hugo, what is the. . .
I think I can remember. Remember?

Remember what it was I believed in.

Hugo, what is the first line
of the Communist Manifesto?

A spectre is haunting Europe,
the spectre of. . .

of. . .of what?

Look straight ahead now.
Four litres of O2, nurse.

What is your name, sir?
Can you answer me?

What's your name, sir?

I'm so sorry.

In God's name,

what kind of a world
do you people live in?

We need to know how she died, Adam.

I can't tell you much.

She died in the line of service,

protecting the people she loved.

Were you there?

Did she. . .

say anything before she. . .

She said, "Look after Wes. "

There. . . There'll be a memorial
service at the Foreign Office Chapel.

It'll have to be private
because of security.

Yes.

Yes.

Good.

I'm going to tell him now.

You let the guy go, for God's sake.
So what?

Whatever he's planning is bigger,
much bigger than a double m*rder.

We won't get a second chance to
find this weapon. Adam, 53 seconds.

You cannot override the White House
with no repercussions.


He's got a lock on.

Harry is finished.