07x07 - The Mole

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You and me. The Kremlin's trying
to find out who your assets are.

Somebody talked to the Russians.

I stake my life it's not you, Harry,
but you've got a mole
in your organisation.

Sugarhorse, Sugarhorse,
the best-kept secret we ever had.

Who at 5 knows? Hugo Prince,
Richard Dolby...and me.

This programme contains some
violent scenes.

'Lucas?' Harry.

Look in your bedside drawer.

'I'm being set up.
We've got a mole in section D.'

I need you to meet a contact,
in Moscow.

Maria Korachevsky.

I'm sorry, Lucas.

By the time you get there,
she'll have the information
we need to pinpoint the mole.

I'm on my way.

One other thing...
when you see Maria,

tell her I'm sorry it took this
for me to get in touch.

She'll understand.

PHONE RINGS

Yes? Sorry for the late-night call,
Harry.

But I need to brief you on something
that can't wait till morning.
Are you alone? Yes. Good.

Heard of a Polish village
called Walily-Stacja?

It's five miles from
the old Soviet border,

and the Americans have decided
it's the perfect spot
for their m*ssile defence shield.

When the news breaks, they'll go
ballistic. Literally, for all we
know, but we have no choice.

I just saw the US intelligence on
the Syrian Nuclear Weapons
programme.

The m*ssile defence shield
could be the only thing between
us and an airborne strike.

I need to know your assets are in
place and that none of your Russian
networks have been compromised.

I need to know that you
still have Sugarhorse.

'Is Sugarhorse secure?'

I can assure you...

I can assure you our position is
just as strong as it ever was.

Thank you, Harry.

MUSIC PLAYS: "Chorus Of
The Hebrew sl*ves" by Verdi

HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRR

GLASS SMASHES

MEN SHOUT

'There were angry scenes in Moscow
this morning as Russian leaders

'reacted to the US plans to place
m*ssile defence bases
in Eastern Poland.

'One senior minister called it
"the greatest act of aggression
since the end of the Cold w*r".

'Meanwhile, The Prime Minister
backed the White House's statement

'that the US plans are purely
defensive, aimed to offer
protection from rogue states.

'The Prime Minister
also paid tribute'

to Alexander Borkhovin, the Russian
Foreign Minister who died overnight

'following his collapse from
a suspected heart attack...'

Why are you fixing a mobile listening
device to our wall while we are
dealing with a diplomatic flare-up?

The short answer
is that I suspect your boss

of the most serious betrayal
in the history of this organisation.

Harry is being investigated under
suspicion of being an FSB mole.

That's impossible.
That is entirely possible.

And in his absence,
I'm taking control of this section.

I expect all officers to observe
protocol, you work as normal
and you will report directly to me.

And while we continue
investigations,

all your communications will be
recorded and analysed
by internal security.

This team is loyal to Harry.
We can't hear that and carry on
as if nothing's happened.

I do not believe that Alexander
Borkhovin died of a heart attack!

The Russians are up to something.
And until you find out what it is,
I don't want another word!

Harry's been arrested. Do they
have any evidence? I doubt it.

We'll be under surveillance. We are
to carry on as normal and report
to Richard Dolby. That's ridiculous!

We need to work
out what the Russians' next move
is before they know it themselves.

Find out if his death has anything
to do with this. Malcolm,
the hospital and his office.

Ben, the archive, get
every document on Borkhovin.

Connie, tell me what the local media
say. ..Jo, I want his phone
and email records.

I want to know everything he thought
in the last month. Co-operate with
MI6 on this, everyone.

Their contacts
will be invaluable to us.

Where is Lucas, is he in
trouble too? I have no idea.

But if anyone hears from Lucas,
they let me know
immediately. Right.

'I've just left Cobra.
The Russians are even less
amused than we expected.'

They think
the m*ssile defence shield is
nothing more than a cover

for the installation of US weapons
aimed at their country.

Apparently, they'll have
recalled their Washington and
London ambassadors within the hour.

There are rumours
they might even send an aircraft
carrier to patrol US waters.

I doubt the Americans thought
things would escalate so fast,

so I've assured the White House that
you can compromise Russian military
planning at the highest level.

I'm afraid that may not
be true any more, sir.

I believe that Harry Pearce has
been passing secrets to the FSB.

Are you sure? I've sent you a
dossier; it should be with you now.

I think you'll agree
the evidence is irrefutable.

But this goes back years.

I spoke to him last night. I told
him exactly what our position was.

'We're meant to be briefing
the CIA at 12.30.'

I'm sorry, sir. I acted as soon
as I received the intelligence.

I'm now doing everything
that I can to isolate him,
identify and pull back his assets.

And the least we can do is debrief
them and get whatever information
they have on the Russian plans.

I can't believe Harry Pearce
is a traitor.

There must be some other
explanation.

Richard... You've betrayed
Sugarhorse to the Russians.

You must know,
I would never do such a thing.

Alexander Borkhovin is dead!

The Russians claim
he had a heart attack.

What really happened to him?

I know as little as you do.

Only three people knew Borkhovin was
a Sugarhorse asset...me, you
and Hugo Prince.

I have done nothing except protect
and cultivate Borkhovin for our use.

That dossier was faked.
Probably by Bernard Qualtrough.

It's part of the same attempt
to attack Sugarhorse just at
the point we need it most.

Look, Harry, I want the names
of all the Sugarhorse assets
that you passed to the FSB.

Can't you see? You're being
manipulated into demanding my names,

because once they go into
circulation, the FSB will
get their hands on them.

Give me the names of your assets.

You've already made your betrayal.

You've already
destroyed the network.

If you have a shred of humanity,
you'll let me pull out your assets

with my own and debrief whatever
intelligence we can from them.

Sugarhorse is our only insurance
against a resurgent Russia.

If things escalate over the m*ssile
shield, my network in place
may be our only hope.

I think you know Charles
Grady...at least, you're
familiar with his work.

I want those names.

So, perhaps you'll give me
a different response?

CAR HORN BEEPS

PHONE RINGS

I thought MI6's leads sounded
quite strong,

but the Russians have shut
down every avenue we could explore.
Are you surprised?

I can't quite believe what
he's accusing Harry of, can you?

Don't be absurd! I'm surprised
they're taking so long
to realise their own stupidity.

I found something interesting.
Borkhovin's a hard-living type,

been complaining about angina-like
symptoms for two months.

Maybe he wasn't such an unlikely
candidate for a heart attack.

I found nothing suspicious
from the few people that haven't
hung up on me. Malcolm? Nothing.

I was trying to
get into Borkhovin's IT systems.

I found out that he had them
upgraded by an Indian firm that
has its European office in Swindon.

I called to talk to the
consultant they'd sent over,
a man called Chandra Paturi.

A colleague told me he'd
died three days ago. What of?

Heart attack. Coincidence? You can
induce a heart attack. Adenosine.

You can dose the victim by putting
it in a pillow case
or a phone receiver.

We won't see Borkhovin's
blood report, so we'll walk
back the cat on this.

Find out where Chandra Paturi was
treated, get hold of his postmortem,

see if he was given toxicological
analysis. I'll get onto it.
No, Jo, you do it.

Connie, get this downstairs.
Make sure Dolby doesn't see it.

Adenosine is naturally occurring.
There's no reason for a pathologist
to find it suspicious.

It might not show if the postmortem
was more than a day after death.
We'll just have to hope it wasn't.

Swindon General are sending over
Chandra Paturi's postmortem report.

You don't believe
any of this, do you?

What do you think?

Betrayal is a lonely business,
isn't it, Harry?

I wouldn't know.

That secret feeling of power
fades so quickly.

And the only thing that can
bring it back is more betrayal.

The irony is that each betrayal can
only lead deeper into the loneliness

you were trying to escape
from in the first place.

I'm here to help you, to release you
from your loneliness.

The only help I need is
in apprehending Bernard Qualtrough
and working out how he framed me.

I did make some enquiries
after you mentioned him earlier.

I learnt Bernard Qualtrough
has been a permanent resident in
Bangkok for the last 12 years.

Apparently, he loves the climate.
Either way, he hasn't set foot
in the UK since 1996.

No, he's in this country. He's
in this country because he forged
this dossier you've been reading!

Give me the names of your
assets, Harry, and this can
all be over very quickly.

You have to go to his bookshop!

There is no bookshop.

It's in Greenwich.
The names, Harry... Listen to me...
I can't give you the names!

If I give you the names, it will
destroy the network! It will
just lead the FSB straight to them!

HE DIALS HIS MOBILE

DIALLING TONE ON MOBILE

BEEPING

Hello?

Where's Ros?

I'm afraid she's with the in-laws.
They've rather taken up residence.

'Where are you, Lucas?

'Lucas, where are you?'

I'm on a little
antiques-buying jaunt.

Would you like some assistance
getting all the purchases back?

No.

WOMAN SPEAKS RUSSIAN

I'll be fine. Bye.

How do you feel now?
Do you feel the urge to talk to me?

Do you feel the urge to talk
to me about those names?

All right,
well, we can start off by talking
about something else if you like.

We could start by
talking about your son.

My son has nothing to do with this.

Hasn't he? What about your wife?

My ex-wife has nothing to do with
this. My... 'Daddy!' My family...

'Daddy, help me. Daddy.'
..have nothing to do with my work.

Of course, that's right. Given that
your work is your life,

that's meant your family has
had nothing to do with you.

I had to keep them apart.

You mean it was convenient to
create a veil of secrecy and lies

that they could never penetrate?

I had to protect them!
And what protection you gave.

The kind of protection that meant
that you would never be
available, you would never be there,

you would always be more
involved with things that were
more important to you.

The kind of protection that
meant that you betrayed every
single ideal and demand

they had of you as a husband
and a father.

'Daddy, help me. Daddy.'
You're right.

Betrayal is a pathology, Harry.

Just like your son's drug addiction,
just like your wife's depression.

They are symptoms. Hmm?

Failed relationships,

a tendency to anger quickly,
a preference for heavy
alcohol consumption.

You're describing half
the people in this organisation.

I'm describing a profile that many
people share features with.

But for which you provide
the perfect match.

Give me those names, Harry.

Give me the names of all
the assets you have betrayed.

You know you want to do it.

You know you want to tell me.

I want to reassure
the Home Secretary.

Aghhhhh!

Harry, you're never
going to see the Home Secretary.

You're never going to see
anyone ever again,

unless you give me those names.

Aghhhhh!

Aghhhhh!

OUTER DOOR OPENS

OUTER DOOR CLOSES

DOOR IS UNLOCKED

RUSSIAN SPOKEN ON RADIO

Are you ready?

I have been ready for 15 years.

But poor Harry, this must be
serious if it's come to this.

Harry asked me to apologise
for not being in touch. He said
he hoped you'd understand.

SHE SPEAKS RUSSIAN

"When you love someone,
everything is understood."

Gorky.

Do you have what we need?
I had to plant the package.

It is one thing if I get picked up,
but this is too important to lose.

Where will I find it?

I hope it contains what you need.

Cafe Bedouin.

You will find a friend there.

You will have to be on your guard. I
intercepted messages to my superior.

They're looking for you. They know
already that you're not in London.

The next thing they'll do is check
flight manifests. You cannot
leave Moscow under the same name.

Can you get another identity?
I've done that already.

My friend will give you
the documents to get out of Russia.

Harry said you were formidable.
We were well-matched.

Be careful. They will be everywhere.
Maria, it won't take them long
to notice what you've done.

I will be on a flight to London.

THEY SPEAK RUSSIAN

OUTER DOOR IS BROKEN DOWN

INNER DOOR OPENS

THREE SILENCED g*nshots ARE FIRED

He was given a full postmortem
following the heart attack.

The pathologist had questions but
nothing to go on.

He had no idea that Paturi had been
in Russia six weeks before.
Er, what's going on?

We think we have a lead on what
happened to Borkhovin. Good, the
Home Secretary is on his way.

We have less than 20 minutes
to work out what the hell he can
tell the Americans

about what
Moscow are going to do next.

Adenosine triphosphate - four
times the normal level in
Paturi's bloodstream.

Why didn't anybody pick up on this?
Adenosine is naturally occurring.

It may look suspicious, but there's
any number of reasons why a person
might have raised levels.

So, the Russians are lying.
They did k*ll Borkhovin.

You need to see this. What
have you got? Alexander Borkhovin
used to get a lot of interest.

This file was signed out 25 times
between 1990 and 2003, every time
by a man named Hugo Prince.

Something else you should see.

A Russian news agency has just
released this image
from Borkhovin's postmortem.

Well, why would they do that?
It's a way of the Government leaking
information

they want
people to know, unofficially.

What's that mark on his shoulder?
Can you go in closer?

Closer still?

What the hell is that?

'Borkhovin was a Sugarhorse asset.'

At this stage, I should tell you that
Harry briefed me about Sugarhorse.

He was trying to save the operation.
By telling unauthorised
personnel about its existence?

Whoever leaked that image is
sending us a message that
they're onto our network.

If Harry was a mole, why would
he expose himself? The damage is
already done.

He's already leaked the names.

When Hugo died, Harry
and I split his assets.

We never knew each other's,
but we both knew Hugo's.

Now an asset Harry took on
has been m*rder*d,
just when we might have needed him.

That doesn't mean that
Harry's responsible.

Someone could have got to
the names through Hugo Prince.

I worked under Hugo for 20 years.
I knew him as well as I knew my
own family. He was not a traitor.

If you care to look at it,
I have proof of who was.

Anyone can fake a dossier.

Lucas North never arrived.
Caught up in traffic?

Wherever he is, I know he's not
a double agent. I debriefed him
with Harry.

Then I think you were party to
a piece of theatre performed
by two traitors for your benefit.

The first Sugarhorse asset has been
m*rder*d. Soon others will be, too.

By the time the US and Russia
sit down to thrash this out,

our intelligence on Russia will be
a joke,

unless you
can force Harry into giving up
his names before they're k*lled.

You want me to use Harry's team
to prove that he's a traitor?

I want you to salvage
what little remains of British
nuclear intelligence on Russia

before it's too late.

That's strange. I'm picking up
an unusual telecoms interference
pattern on my own monitors.

Someone on this floor
is using a phone scrambler.
That's possible, isn't it?

Not one I don't recognise.

Can we help you, sir?

I'd like to speak
with Richard Dolby.

I'm here, Home Secretary.

I've just had a call from MI6.

A second Russian official
has been found dead.

Her name was Maria Korachevsky.
She was a senior civil servant
in Russia's nuclear programme.

Was she a Hugo Prince asset?

I hope you all realise
how this makes us look.

The Americans were counting on us
to help push through

the single most important defence
project of the 21st century.

This was the chance to punch our
weight in the Atlantic alliance,

to prove what Britain
brought to the table.

Sir, if you want us to work out
what's going on,

the team would be more effective
if they had authorisation
to the information.

No! You're all tainted by your
association with Harry Pearce.

The Russians and
their friends were clearly far
readier than we expected.

Without good intelligence, we will
never outmanoeuvre them on this.

I've got less than three hours
before I have to tell the White
House
everything we know.

Sir.

OK, if we're going to continue,
there are things you deserve to know.

Dolby doesn't want you to know this,
but both Alexander Borkhovin and
Maria Korachevsky were MI5 assets.

They were part of a sleeper
network called Sugarhorse.

It was designed
to keep Russian nuclear
capability under NATO control.

That network has been destroyed as
Russia plans to turn the m*ssile
defence issue into a global crisis.

Unless we can find out who
betrayed the Sugarhorse names and
stop them before anyone else dies,

we stand to lose
any edge we had over Russia and any
protection against any future attack.

Why don't you just give us a list
of names so we can debrief them?

The network is unbreakable.
Certain names are known
to certain individuals.

No-one has the full list. But Hugo
Prince is a link? Yeah. Hugo Prince
and I were lovers.

I know he wasn't a traitor.

I'm not suggesting he was,
but when I saw how many times he'd
signed out the file,

I had a look at what we had on him.

And the last time he'd requested
the file was September 23rd, 2003.

Well, according to his service biog,
Hugo Prince died on September 22nd.

So someone accessed his file using
his name the day after he died?
Somebody who could be our traitor.

OK, Ben, see if you can find the
authorisation slip used to access
the file,

then get it to Malcolm
to put it through graphology. OK.

Needle in a haystack. I'll come. No,
Connie, there'll be an avalanche of
chatter with that second death.

I need you listening in,
trying to find out who the
Russians might hit next.

Jo, you and I are going to go
through every Russian official
who's ever made contact with MI5.

If no-one give us the names, we'll
bloody well work it out ourselves.

You realise all this could just
prove that Harry is the mole?

Yup, but it's also our only
chance to prove that he's not.

You've got lots of liars on
your team, Harry. Do you know why?

It's because you understand them.

Because you're the biggest liar
of all. King liar.

Aggh!

This is your damn run, Harry.

Isn't that so, Harry?

'There's someone else who
knows about Sugarhorse,
Sugarhorse, Sugarhorse...'

MAN SPEAKS RUSSIAN

You OK? I've got a couple of
leads, er, a Russian scientist
keeps being mentioned.

I think I might check out
what's going on downstairs.

OK, but I need you back on
the wires as soon as possible.
Don't worry, I'll be quick.

And would you buy a pretty girl
a glass of champagne? Not today.

My name is Katerina,
and I love champagne.

It makes me do very naughty things.

I'm sure it does.

The man in the leather
jacket is FSB!

They are looking for you,
everywhere.

How do the hell do
they know I'm here? I have no idea,

but I saw him call
for back up, and they
will be here in ten minutes.

Now, pretend to be a tourist.

Happy to be
with a sexy Russian girl.

Very good.

The things you need are in a package
in the kitchen. How will I find it?

The package will be in one of the
drawers, the third one down.

There's also a way out,

to an alley that leads back
to the street, so leave that way.

And go quickly.

PHONE RINGS

Yes? Who is this?

MOBILE RINGS

Hello.

Ben! Connie is the mole.
She is the Russian Mole.

I have photographic proof! Lucas?

Luc... Getting short of time. Ros
thought you might need some help.

OK? Yeah, sure.

Search away.

What's up? Nothing.

I just...feel like
my eyes are about to pack in.

Why don't you take a short break?

I'll make us both a cup of tea.
No, you're all right.

You go, I'm fine here.

OK, no tea.

You're very young.

Too young to be wasting your
life with this nonsense.
It's my duty, I don't mind.

It's all right. It's OK.

It'll be over soon.

It's OK.

You've not given me any names, Harry!

Hard interrogation is
singularly ineffective against
those with nothing to hide.

You know what they've already
worked out on your floor?
That Borkhovin was m*rder*d.

You ordered it, didn't you?

As a first step to dismantling
the network the West depends
upon to neutralise Russia.

I did not order it. Come on, Harry.

It was only you and Richard Dolby
who knew he was an asset.

It doesn't matter how much you lie.

Your own team is already
piecing it together.

And you know how smart they are.

You know how quickly
they'll get to the truth.

I'll tell you something else.

They want to nail you even more
than I do, because of the way
you've betrayed us.

Privyet. Something's happened.
I need to get out, now.

You must hold your nerve.

All we need is Harry's list of
assets and the Sugarhorse network
will be turned to dust.

He won't be able to resist
much longer.

Do svidaniya, Bernard.

Do svidaniya.

RUSSIAN SPOKEN ON RADIO

MOBILE VIBRATES

Anything? No, nothing.

You didn't bring Ben back with you?

No, he's still plugging away.
Probably will be for a while.

What is it?

I've learned something
that might interest you.

I know Lucas North is in Moscow.
What's he doing there? I'm not sure.

Ros Myers knows he's there.
She's not telling you cos
she expects him to make contact.

They're playing a complex game.

If you want to find out what
they're up to, you better
catch them in the act. How?

Well, I think I need to hear
what's on that listening device.
I was just with Ben Kaplan.

He got a call from outside.
I'm convinced it was Lucas.

Richard, you and I have worked
together for more than 30 years.

Unless you find out what Harry's
team is up to, everything that you
and Hugo worked for is at stake.

You don't want them to destroy that.

I'll take you to the Listening
Suite. No, you stay here.

You keep an eye on them.

I'll go, I'll tell you what I find.
Right...

This code will open the sound files.

Has anyone heard from Ben? No.

No.

I'm gonna go down and check on him.

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Ben?

Ben!

Home Secretary.

I apologise for being
out of contact today.

A little local
misunderstanding has arisen.

I've seen the dossier, Harry.
The dossier...

it's a forgery. There's not
a single word of it is true.

The world is on the
edge of an abyss.

The Americans will do
everything to complete their
m*ssile defence programme.

And the Russians will
do everything to stop it.

The ace up our sleeve

was Sugarhorse. It still is.

I've been through the
dossier with Richard Dolby.

Alexander Borkhovin is mentioned.

Maria Korachevsky is mentioned.

All your communication
with the FSB is documented.

Sir, you have to understand.

This is an orchestrated attack on me
and my network, a network
that...that still protects us

and will still allow us
to call Russia's bluff.

It's time for you
to give up those names.

Home Secretary, I would never
betray this country, you know that.

I have given my life,
I have given...

everything I have, in its service.

And you were very good, Harry.

I trusted you completely.

And I will never forgive you for the
damage your actions have inflicted.

So...

..when this is over,
you will be stripped
of everything, do you understand?

The Knighthood,

the pension. You will die

in the most obscure
and impoverished ignominy

that we are capable
of heaping on anyone.

The only thing you
can possibly salvage...

..is your self-respect.

So, if you have
an atom of that left...

you will give us those names.

At the very least,
we can save those involved and
make this a fair fight with Russia.

Goodbye, Harry.

Let's go home.

Before I give you anything,
I want to speak to Ros Myers.

I want my team to know
why I acted the way I did.

The door's locked, he's
not answering his phone.
I've called security.

I know he had an external call.

Tap into the phone monitoring device.

The call was from Moscow.
Right, the sound file's
protected by a six digit code.

It's meant to be random,
but I've installed enough of these

to know that anything authorised
by Dolby starts with a 2...7.

Come on, come on...

Bingo! Now according
to my monitors, Ben received his
call roughly 13 minutes ago.

DISTORTED RECORDED VOICES

Ben, Connie is the mole!

She is the Russian mole.
I have photographic proof.

File deleted.

There's nothing - it's been deleted.
Weird.

So where the hell is Ben?

I've just spoken to Charles Grady.

Harry would like to see you.

Hello, Ros.

Can you at least give him
a glass of water? I'm afraid not.

None of this is true, is it?

I'm afraid it is.

I've betrayed you
and the entire team.

I gave the names of my
Sugarhorse assets to the FSB.

I can understand how you
must feel but in mitigation,

my priority has
been the renaissance...

renaissance of something
I believe in...profoundly.

I'm very sorry, Ros.

Can you let me out now?

Ros?

How was Harry?

Did he say anything?

Renaissance... Come.

Pull up anything you can relating
to the code name Renaissance.

Renaissance.
It's a retired operation.

Run by Harry during the 1980s.

Its object was to persuade the KGB
that they had a mole inside MI5.

Who was the officer
used to dupe them?

Connie James.

Traitor.

Ilya Silvashko... The under
secretary for arms procurement?

Grisha Zormanov.

Porto Blok.

The Kremlin's head
of Internal Security.

Even I never thought Sugarhorse
could have corrupted him.

But don't worry, he'll soon find out
his part in all this is over.

And what about me?

When you reach Moscow,
you can expect the full gratitude
of the motherland.

Thanks to you,

Russia can finally fulfil
its destiny,

to stop and turn back

the spread of American imperialism.

It doesn't matter what you try.

I've got the names of Harry's
assets and I've already passed
them on to a trustworthy officer.

Within 20 minutes, they'll all be on
their way to tell us what they know.

You are a fool!

I know why Harry wanted to see me.

Connie James was turned
during Operation Renaissance.

Security's just called.
One of the locks to the paper
archive's been tampered with.

I can't wait for the car.
I need to get out of here.

Get the driver to leave
the ID in locker 416.

I'll contact you when I get
out through airport security.

Step away from the Pods.

Is anything wrong?

Operation Renaissance. That's
where they turned you, isn't it?

You and Harry working to persuade
the Russians they had a mole.

He came back from Moscow the same...

You didn't.

You realise it's too late.
I've already sent the names.

Not the right names, I'm afraid.

Names I gave to Richard,
because I knew you'd be working
hard to get him to trust you.

Almost made it. Almost.

Why, why did you do it?

I don't have to explain my actions.
Yes, you do! To me.

Did what I thought was right.

We're a pathetic little country,

putting a
fig-leaf of British democracy
over the actions of a monster.

What about Ben? I had no choice.
You had a choice! Jo!

Connie, he was worth more than that.

Get her out of my sight.
I'm sure we'll see each other again.

I sincerely hope not.

Harry Pearce, Home Secretary.

And what will happen to the
names you gave? After all,

they were real people. The FSB
will have k*lled them by now.

But we can surely expect the
Russians to up the ante again

once they realise what we've done?

Without a shadow of a doubt.

Home Secretary, I'd like to
talk to you about Ben Kaplan.

Although obviously, Ben cannot
be buried with military honours,
the Home Secretary has agreed,

he should be made a
posthumous member of the DSO.

In recognition of everything
he's contributed to M15,
both today and in the past.

The real memorial for Ben

is not in medals and ceremonies.

But in the way we
carry on with our work

to make sure that
their sacrifice was not in vain.

I'll be speaking to
Ben's family later today.

If it's all right, sir,
I'd like to do that.

Tell them they can call me,
at any time.

I'm assuming none of this makes
any difference to
American plans on m*ssile defence?

None whatsoever. We remain in a
state of heightened alert, ready
for imminent Russian reprisals.

Then we need to deal with this.

Using your password, we were
reassuring Sugarhorse assets.
One of them sent this back.

"Beware...Tiresias
wakes...3 pm tomorrow."

What the hell is Tiresias?

The Russians are attacking
on London.

So what kind of an attack?

MI5.

We don't know,
but we're about to find out.

Six, heavily armed, moving in
from our east. A k*ll squad.

All we need to do is
cross London. How hard can that be?

They're alone. sh*t.
Whose idea was this?

You're walking directly into the
arms of people who want you dead.