The Game (2014–2015): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode Three - full transcript

I have information
about a major KGB operation.

It has been named
Operation Glass.

SARAH: My God.

Operation Glass
is a pre-emptive
nuclear strike on the UK.

BOBBY: I'm worried
about Daddy.

The business with
the Chinese dancer?

Let me make amends.
Now, you're having
trouble with your flat.

Well, there's a room
going in my house.

DADDY: We let Arkady
collect the next name.

JOE: How are you
given the names?
ARKADY: A dead-letter drop.

Arkady said the history
of counterintelligence



will be split into before
and after Operation Glass.

Well, that to me suggests
a sequence of events,

not just bombs
flattening London.

You are putting
your personal agenda
ahead of the mission.

That has nothing
to do with it!

You've got a thing going
with Odin, haven't you?

-I bet there's a woman
involved somewhere.
-(GUNSHOT)

Will I be safe?

Trust me.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Let me help.

Hmm.

Your home is very...

Ah, it's basic.
I don't need much.



I was meaning to say boring.

It's like hotel.

Nothing is you.

Do you want me to go?

No. Stay.

Please.

Christopher, it's okay.

Joe.

My name's Joe.

My real name.

(SIGHS)

Joe, please tell me this is
about today's crossword.

JOE: A new name makes sense.

Mallory called
Operation Glass

"A constellation
of the stars."

The two activated agents?
That's not a constellation,
that's a start.

Why would they
still trust Arkady?

They bought the story
of Mallory's suicide.

He had a history of violence,
they must have
known he was a risk.

Or they didn't buy it

and this is a trap.

Daddy?

We can't very well
sit on our hands.

Brief the others.

Let Arkady collect the name
and reactivate the agent.

The game is still on.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

I understand that
Arkady's instructions
were different this time?

He was told
she'd be at The Bird
of Happiness at 1:00 p.m.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Hello?

My friend should be there
sitting alone.

Yes...

Can you pass on a message?

It's very important
she gets it immediately.

If she was rattled
at being activated,
she didn't show it.

She was running
a cleaning route.

Doubling back on herself,
checking for shadows.

DADDY: Trained?
SARAH: Hmm.

JOE: She's good, too.

BOBBY: Her name is
Katharine Wilkinson, Kate.

36, unmarried,
no living relatives.

PA to the manager of
a women's clothing importer.

No links to Moscow,
at least not on paper.

SARAH: Arkady's message
meant something to Kate.

It triggered a new stage
in the operation.

And the message itself?

"Detained by..."

What?

"Bears."

"Detained by bears."

SARAH: We followed her
to a hotel where she met
an American man.

Her lover apparently.

BOBBY: Well, the man
is none other than
Hank Chambers.

Uh, Katharine, you know the...

BOBBY: US Defence Attache,
only in the job three months.

He's across
all US activity on UK soils,

military bases,
joint nuclear defences,

interception of
Soviet communications...

SARAH: That's not
the most worrying thing.

As I said, this doesn't read
like a first liaison.

I mean, it appears
they have been lovers
for some time.

KATE: John's wife,

she mentioned
some big do you're all off
to tomorrow evening.

A reception for your work?

It's fine, truly.

You must have
a string of girls you invite
to things like this.

Younger, nicer manners.

Family names and all that.

HANK: You think
that matters to me?

You guys are the ones
who are obsessed with names.

You can't tell me
there's no one else.

HANK: I can see
what you're doing.

Now, we talked about this.

I got to get clearance,
it's not easy.

I don't care about
some tedious work thing.

I just want to spend
Friday night with you.

I'll see you next week
and it'll be just grand!

HANK: Damn it! Come.

It's Friday night.

And I should be spending
Friday night with my girl.

DADDY: So, the question is,
what's so important
about tomorrow night?

Tap her phone.
Shadows round the clock.

Do what you can
without alerting Chambers.

The last thing we need

is the cousins
getting wind of this
before we know her plan.

ALAN: French, German,

Russian...

Oh, she's got one
over you, my love.

She reads Italian, too.

Anch'io leggo italiano.

ALAN: Are you getting
competitive with a Soviet spy?

-You started it.
-(CHUCKLES)

ALAN: How do they do it,
do you think?

Joe, this girl,

jumping in and out of beds
like it's another day
at the office.

Best get a wriggle on, love.
We don't know
when she'll be back.

ALAN: I'm done.

JIM: What makes
a girl like that
turn on her country?

And she's so...

Normal looking.

-JOE: Pretty, you mean.
-No.

Well, yeah. Maybe.

A girl like that'd
have life on a plate.

What makes her wake up
one morning and think,

"Sod all this! Sod the Queen,
sod Harrods, sod football,

"and these nice clothes
I'm wearing,

"tear it all down,
let the Reds have at it."

Well, perhaps she's never
had anyone explain patriotism
to her quite so persuasively.

Look out, you're up.

Detective Inspector
James Fenchurch.

Thirty pence.

She bought a return ticket
to Lakenheath via Cambridge.

2:30 train.

There's an RAF base
in Lakenheath, right?

US Air Force.

Under their control.

(PHONE RINGS)

Joe, you've got me and Sarah.
Daddy's on his way down.

Her train leaves
in three minutes.

SARAH: Right. Lakenheath.

There's a reception
at the base this evening.

A staff hand-over.

Dignitaries from
over the pond,
a few from our side, too.

It's likely she's
looking to reel in...

-(DOOR OPENS)
-...a bigger fish
than Chambers.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Joe, there's a reason for it.

Last week, Lakenheath took
delivery of four new aircraft
we're not meant to know about.

The Americans have
nuclear weapons on our soil.

DADDY: Joe?

Joe, did you hear me?

I heard you.

WOMAN ON PA:
2:30 to Lakenheath...

Kate being activated,
it can't be a coincidence.

DADDY: No. I'm afraid not.

Joe, we gotta go.

BOBBY: Don't do
anything rash now, okay?

Joe?

I'll get the American desk.
Warn the cousins.

We're not meant to know
about the new delivery.

SARAH: Bobby, consider,
they'll descend

the moment
she gets off the train,
guns blazing.

Is that not
an appropriate response?

We're talking about
nuclear weapons,
you said it yourself,

she's a high level activation.

If they arrest her,
this becomes
an international news story.

What if she doesn't intend
to act today?

It could be
a scouting mission.

Get a discreet team
out to Lakenheath.

We have to hope
Joe has the measure of Kate
by the time he gets there.

It'll be his call
as to whether we intervene.

Enjoying it?

It's all right.

I thought I was the only one
who hadn't read it.

What's your excuse?

Just unfashionable, I suppose.

I should doubt that.

Not a fan?

You could say that.

What exactly am I missing?

I'm not sure
I'm the best person to ask.

You don't like it, either?

Excuse me.

JOE: She's doing a runner.

No, she's not.
She's in there.

-JOE: Sorry.
-(GASPS)

Excuse me.

-Sorry.
-Watch it.

They're two men following me.
Please stop them.

We've gotta get past...

Shit.

(GRUNTING)

(GLASS CLATTERS)

(GRUNTS)

(KATE GRUNTS)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

I was going to arrest you.

Arrest me?

I'm MI6, you bloody idiot!

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(SNIFFLES)

What's the fuss about
out there?

Are you...

Oh, shall I leave?

The season is closed
because of blackouts.

We go back to Hong Kong.

You've been so kind to me.

So many gifts.

Far less than you deserve.

DADDY: Are these...

Did you dance
in these tonight?

I can get you new ones.

No, no.

Chen Mei, these are...

CHEN MEI: I am not good
at asking for things.

I need your help.

My visa, I...

I want to stay.

-Chen Mei, I...
-Mei.

You can call me Mei.

Mei, I...

I don't know who
you think I am...

CHEN: You're important.

You give money to the theatre.

I don't know what it is
you think I can do for you.

CHEN: Maybe you know people.

Important people.

You talk to them.

Don't make me go back.

Please.

Please.

(PHONE RINGING)

DADDY: Take that, would you?

Potential defection.
Chinese girl.

Of course.
Uh, who's it for?

For? No one.

You.

Liaise with the China desk.

You want me to run this?

DADDY: You hardly need
run anything.

It's an admin job.

I'm afraid you won't even
leave the Fray.

(STUTTERING) Yes.
No. Of course.

Why did you talk to me
in Russian?

(SCOFFS)

Who did you think I was?

Well, you assumed
somebody wanted you dead.

I'm sorry, you've got
somewhere else
you'd rather be?

Yes, actually.

Instead, I'm stuck
in Boy Scout's camp

with the president
of a blasted book club.

No, I'm... I'm with you.
Thank you.

She checks out.

She's south of the river.

6 are going to want
blood for this.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

She's free to go.

SARAH: Everything needs
to be cross referenced.

It's simpler than it looks.
It's... It's the way you
start to see patterns...

ALAN: Brand new, top secret
surveillance technology

that I really shouldn't
be showing you...

WENDY: He really
should sell tickets.

-Yeah, we'd pay
off the mortgage.
-(CHUCKLES)

ALAN: Right in
the bottom of the box.

(LAUGHING)

GEORGE: Bloody hell.

They've let one of the Parkers
out of its cage.

Hope you've had
your jabs, girls. This one
looks positively feral.

-(WOMEN LAUGHING)
-GEORGE: Excuse me, ladies.

GEORGE: Hello, darling.

(GIGGLING)

Makes you feel big, I presume.

Picking on someone
who'd never dream
of talking back.

Could never talk back
without you having a word
with your pals at the club,

putting a mark
against his name.

Now, now, Sarah...

That man achieves
more for this country
in a morning

than you do in a year.

And those laughs he got?
He earned them.

You got laughs
because you could have
those women fired.

-Sarah...
-Best not make
a scene, George.

They'll only say
I hit a nerve.

Ah, Bobby.

Just the man.

That woman wants
a bloody good seeing to.

Jumped up little harridan.

Mmm.

GEORGE: Right.

Could we have Wendy put this
ballerina business on ice?

It's not a good time
for stirring up the PRC.

-Ballerina?
-Potential defection.
Are you not across that?

Ah, yes.

Um...

Hong Kong ballet, isn't it?

Yeah, that's it.

I mean, it's all right
and tight on paper,

but things are a bit
delicate with Beijing,

what with Nixon's visit
on the cards.

So, you'll tell her?

Yes, of course.
Let me handle this.

Right.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I trust you're comfortable
in the attic room. At home?

Very comfortable,
thank you.

Only I'm not sure I can
accept your hospitality
for much longer.

Why ever not?
You're very welcome.

Well, the thing is,

I suspect
your mother might
suspect you and I are...

You know.

She keeps asking
about my parents
and smiling at me.

Yes. Ah! Um...

Mother worries, you see.

She badly wants to see me
settled and married.

The truth is I'm not sure
I'm cut out for all that.

Uh, anyways,
what goes on here,
that's what's important.

Oh, gosh, yes!

I mean, babies, a wedding,
maybe one day.

But this is where
I want to be.

It's all I want.

So, you understand?

It takes the pressure off,
you see, you being
in the house with...

-With Mother.
-I'm sorry, Bobby.

I'd really prefer
not to give an impression
that might be dishonest.

Well, no rush to decide.

Um, more pressing is
this dancer of yours.

Uh, I assume it was Daddy
who got the ball rolling?

And you're running
all the standard checks?

You'll want a sense
of her loyalties,
who she talks to.

Uh, trail her.

Get ears
into the dressing room.

Daddy said
this was an admin job.

Ordinarily, yes.

But apparently
this Chen Mei is
something of a name.

That changes matters.
Puts the spotlight on us.

Use Alan if you have to,
but don't bother Daddy
with this again.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Oh!

I didn't expect to see you
till home time.

Is the proverbial
not hitting the fan with 6?

It is.

I, um...

My period, just now.

Sorry.

No, no, no, no, my love, no.

Oh, this is not
what you deserve...

No, I won't listen to this.

Um...

For all we know it's me.

Too much squatting.

Have a think about it.

Putting microphones
behind skirting boards,

drilling through walls.

Perhaps my spermatozoa
are all flat.

At school, were you away
the day they did reproduction?

Oh, possibly.
I was a sickly child.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

We'll weather this.

We're pals.

Worst case scenario,

I get you all to myself.

That's not too shabby.

(SOBBING) You devastate me.

Every day.

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, no, Wendy, come in.
I was just going.

ALAN: Right.

Here we are.
The mic's well-hidden.

And you're sure
it'll last over night?

It's just... I'll have to
leave it in the dressing room
rather early

and the dancers
won't arrive...

You're nervous.

Oh, God, is it that obvious?

Oh, no, no, no.

It's just, usually
it's only Muggins here
with sweaty palms.

Nice to find a kindred spirit.

A regrettable day.

I'm sure we can both come
to a better understanding
of what went wrong.

You will drop whatever
absurd notions you have
against my officer

and I won't take this
any further.

With all due respect,
her behaviour over
the last 24 hours...

Her behaviour
is none of your concern.

Whatever this
Operation Glass is,

Kate has nothing
to do with it.

She's one of my best.

Does the Foreign
Secretary know

that you've been
plying the trade
with Chambers?

The Secretary knows that
as far as our relationship
with the US is concerned,

forewarned is forearmed.

That explains Lakenheath, too,
does it?

Today's friends could be
tomorrow's enemies.

You know that.

If my girl gets so much as
another sideways glance from
one of your Hoover salesmen,

I shan't report it
to the Secretary.

I'll go straight to the PM.

I don't give a damn
where she clocks
in of a morning.

She accepted that activation
without blinking an eye.

What do you mean?
We're staying on her?

Daddy, C will have your head.

Not if I'm right, he won't.

If Glass has anything
to do with the B41s
at Lakenheath,

I have to side with Daddy.
We can't take any chances.

And if she's being set up?

Then we'll send her flowers.

Until that's proven,
we assume she's Red.

Stick to her like glue.

Bugger the risk.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Ah!

(SNIFFING) Thank you!

They're beautiful.

I missed the first half,
I'm afraid.

There was an almighty bloomer
at work.

DADDY: That or a breakthrough,
I'm not quite sure which.

CHEN MEI: Are you okay?
DADDY: Oh, yes, yes, yes.

DADDY: At least I got to
see you take your bow.

I think that might be
my favourite part.

DADDY: Bobby.

He put you up to this?

I haven't taken it to him.

-I don't want to.
-No?

What do you want, Wendy?

I'm not...

I want you to take care of it.

Don't you think I had her
vetted from the start?

She's not Red.

She fled China
in fear of her life.

Daddy...

DADDY: One day,
not too far off,

I shall get up
out of this chair and go,

never to cross
the threshold again.

And do you know
what's awaiting me
on the other side?

Tennis

and garden parties

and afternoons
that stretch out for weeks.

I shall become the man
my wife thinks
she's married to.

I won't give her up.

I don't care
what they're saying.

You can do with that
what you will.

KATE: Hello?

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(KATE SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

This is from last night?

Daddy was right.

She's meeting her handler.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Her handler
is Kasimir Surikov,

a Soviet trade delegate
of three years standing.

Why wasn't he on our radar?

He was, of course,
but he checked out.

No meaningful ties to the KGB.
He was a drunk, incompetent.

Was? Hmm.

Seems we've missed a trick
somewhere along the line.

Sarah, get what you can
with Kasimir.

Joe, the girl...
Get under her skin,
turn her double agent.

-Daddy...
-We can't accuse her again
without definitive proof.

If we don't secure
her tonight, it's over.

Turn her double agent, Joe.
Talk to her, charm her.

Whatever it is you do to them.

Should you have told me
your name?

No.

Then why did you?

Because...

Because this, it has nothing
to do with what I do.

Wait.

I tell people what they want
to hear all the time,

all day.

I'm good at it.

But this...

That's not what this is.

Joe.

I know.

I trust you.

Boy Scouts.
Book Club President.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(JOE WHISTLES)

I like your flat.

What, you...

Won't even have a drink first?

Give me a chance to apologise?

Really? That's your angle?

Hmm.

What on earth do you lot think
you have on me
that you'd risk this?

Do you know what's about
to come down on your heads?

I don't think you've dialled
enough numbers.

I'm John, by the way.

"John."

How refreshingly
straightforward.

Hmm. I suppose so, Kate.

Katharine. With an "a".
Like Hepburn.

(MUSIC STOPS)

(DIAL TONE)

You trust me with a bottle?

Brave.

(EXHALES)

I'll say this for blackouts,
they make shadowing easier.

I wish you hadn't spoken
to George.

I'm sorry if you feel...

I didn't mean
to undermine you.

Undermine me?
For goodness sake, Sarah,
I couldn't care less.

I want you to think
of yourself.

You're on the fast track.

Daddy won't be around forever,
and men like George...

-Oh, darling...
-No. The man's a plum,
but he has influence.

You must be more careful.

You deserve their respect.

-You should have
their respect.
-(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

He's on the move.

(ENGINE STARTS)

What made you start
following me?

We saw you with Chambers.

You were watching Hank? Why?

I've been seeing Hank
for two months,

you've been following me
two days.

What changed?

On the train the other day,

what did I do
that spooked you so badly?

You talked
like you were flirting,

but your body language,
your gaze...

I know what a man looks like
when he's keen, John.

You thought I was KGB
because I didn't leer at you?

Truthfully, it was mostly
the book.

I've used
the same trick myself.

Difference is,
I always remember to crack
the spine a little first.

(POURING WINE)

Why did you meet
with Kasimir Surikov today?

I met Kas in Moscow,
years ago now.

The product's
never been stellar,
but he's easy to maintain.

-And you run him as an agent?
-God, no, he has no idea.

I'm surprised 5
are interested.
He's not KGB.

He can barely manage
the job he has.

Or do you know something
I don't?

We're interested in Kas
because you met with him.

That's all.

And your interest in me is?

Boundless.

John.

Really?

I'm sure it would be good.

You're very pretty and
we are both professionals,
after all.

Then what happens?

I'm so dazzled by you
I forget my training?

Tell you everything?

Chambers.

Were you sleeping with him
because 6 told you to?

They never tell you to.

Not in so many words.

Were you told
to screw me tonight?

Not in so many words.

Here's a suggestion.

Take the night off.

Just ask me what you want
to ask me.

Are you a Soviet agent?

No.

Can you tell me
why you think I am?

No.

Sarah.

Wait, there's something here.

(COUGHING)

So, I see this ending
one of two ways.

We find proof, you become
an international headline,

and spend the rest
of your life in prison.

Or...

You turn double agent.

You give us Odin.

Who?

You give us everything.

You end this

and you end this a hero.

There's a third way.

You don't find proof.

Daddy loses this gamble
and with it, his job,

but I put in a good word
for you,

because you're such
good company.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hope you don't mind,
I saw you pull up.

My car's packed it in and...

You couldn't give us
a jump start, could you?

Uh, I do not have
wires, sorry.

Oh, jump leads? (CHUCKLING)

I've got them.
I just need you and your car.

Sorry.

Mate, mate...
Come and do us a favour.

It'll take a few seconds.

(SIGHS)

Thank you.

(WHISPERING) Sarah, come on!

Yes!

It's bank statements mostly.

An account in Georgia.

"All happy families
are alike."

Oh, "But every..."

BOTH: "...unhappy family
is unhappy in its own way.

Anna Karenina.

Might it point to a cipher?

-Something in the book?
-Maybe.

I don't remember seeing
a copy in the house.

-What is it?
-Maybe Kate has a copy.

This could be for her flat.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

It's for you.
Someone called Sarah.

You lot do realise
you're a covert service?

-This had better be good.
-SARAH: Check the bookshelves.

You're looking for a copy
of Anna Karenina.

In the original Russian.
Tell him.

Got it.

What the hell are you doing?

Check between the pages
or maybe behind it
on the shelf.

There's nothing here.

John, hang up the telephone
right now.

I'm hanging up now.

SARAH: Joe, wait!
Get me the publication...

If you...

(SIGHS)

(DIALLING)

It's Kate.
Put me through to Jerry.

ALAN: Her intel is meticulous.

Every heartbeat at Lakenheath
is accounted for,

every detail of the new
delivery laid out.

The new delivery?

The cousins have nuclear
warheads at Lakenheath.

Kate Wilkinson was close
to collecting

all the intel needed
to sabotage one of them.

Jesus, meaning what?

Set one off?

Had we not pursued her,
had she been able to complete
her operation,

well, the resulting disaster.

We're talking a death toll
in the thousands.

Half the east coast
written off for years

and it would have looked
like nothing more
than an accident.

American negligence.

Bloody hell.

Not a Soviet shot fired
and we'd have been
on our knees.

What would they have done?

Not invaded?

It's possible that that's what
the "constellation"
referred to, yes.

Chambers could not
have had access
to that much intel.

Plus, she'd been on him
for two months, not two years.

JOE: So, if it wasn't
from Chambers,

where did Kate
get it all from?

Church gossip.
Where do you think?

She's likely had half
of Lakenheath in her bed.

We'll get
to the bottom of that
and the full extent of Glass.

Remarkable work, all of you.

Now, must dash.

I'm running late
for what could be

the most satisfying
meeting of my life.

Wendy, with me.

South of the river?

South of the river.

Quite a week for a bunch
of Hoover salesmen.

Quite.

I wanted to reassure you
about the matter we discussed
the other day.

Oh, Daddy? Quick update
on the defection situation.

Go on, then. Don't mind Wendy.

Well, I think you're right...

We can push on
without rocking the boat
before Nixon's visit.

-Good, good.
-And it should be even more

straightforward with
the husband.

The husband?

Yeah, well...
He wasn't born in China.
See, unlike the girl.

So, um, anyway, it's...
It's all in there.

Oh, capital.
Thank you, George.

Okay.

Hmm.

-Where's that going now?
-This?

Under lock and key till
MOD get someone over
to consult.

She's being moved
to the facility in Reading.

You know what that means,
don't you?

And they won't stop
until she starts talking
about Glass,

whether she's KGB or not.

"Or not"? You think... What?

I think if there's any chance
this is really a set-up,
it could be me in that cell.

It could be Sarah.

Will you take another look?

All right.

(DOOR OPENING)

Tell me about the message
in the restaurant.

"Detained by bears."

Um...

When Kas and I started
drinking together,

our favourite vodka
had these big angry bears
on the label.

We started using it
as shorthand for a hangover.

"Detained by bears."

The message, it wasn't
some sinister KGB code,

it just meant
that he couldn't make lunch,
he was passed out somewhere.

That intel in my flat...

I've never seen it before
in my life.

Kas must have found out
I was 6.

He helped set me up.

You trust me, John.
I know you do.

Joe.

Not John.

Whatever this is,
Kas is not the mastermind.

He's your weak link.

It's why I'm here.
Kas has gone missing.

Something spooked him.

He switched cars
with a neighbour,
lost his shadows.

(LAUGHS)

He's the only one
who can prove

-I wasn't working with him
and you...
-Wait!

You bloody well lost him!

They're taking you to Reading.

All I can do is find Kas.

Help me.

Okay, okay. He...
There are a couple of pubs,

he has friends, not many,
but they might help him,
let him hide out.

There's a...
There's a bath house
in the East End.

He knows the owners,
he practically lives there
and he's...

Right.

Give me every name you have.

Let's go.

HESTER: It's the third
wedding this year,
and it's not even March.

Do you know what it's like
at these things?

"Your Bobby will be next,"
they say.

But they don't mean it.
They know!

Truly, Mother, you mustn't
concern yourself so much
with how I'm perceived.

For a man in your position,
you are tediously dense,
Bobby.

Perception is everything.
Everything!

As long as you have a wife
on your arm in public,

behind closed doors,
you can do

whatever ungodly things
you like to
whomever you like.

Mother!

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

With all the excitement,
we haven't had a chance

to touch base
about your operation.

I knew
it was too good to be true,
getting my own assignment.

You chose somebody
who wouldn't question you.

No, that is why Daddy
chose you.

I chose you because you have
proven yourself dependable

and we could afford
to lose you from Glass.

Daddy left himself vulnerable,
rendering the Service
vulnerable

and by extension
the country.

Someone had to step in.

You can bring
any surveillance you collected
to my office tomorrow.

Oh, I destroyed it.

I knew how badly it could
have damaged him.

That is, if it had fallen
into the wrong hands.

I see.

-Yes, quite right.
-Perhaps, I should
have kept it.

He's having her
deported as "unfriendly,"
did you hear?

She won't be able
to travel again.

She'll be sacked
from the dance company.

He should have known better.

He sealed that girl's fate
the minute he gave people
cause to talk.

Because perception
is everything.

Right?

I... I... I think I'd like
to stay on here.

-At... At the house,
if it helps.
-Pardon?

Bobby, the way your mother
talks to you...

Oh, there's been
a misunderstanding, I think...

Bobby, I'd like to stay.

As long as
it's kept quiet at work,
I'd like to stay.

(DOOR OPENS)

Goodnight.

Good night, my dear.

Kasimir knows the owners.
They might be letting him
lay low for a while.

-Come on.
-Joe.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

Joe?

Joe! Joe, it's me.

(GROANING)

Jim, hold that.

Kasimir. Kasimir. Kasimir!

Now, if you want to live,
you'll talk fast.

Were you Kate's handler?

(COUGHING)

Is she KGB?

Who are you protecting
by not talking? Mother Russia?

'Cause Mother Russia
just stabbed you
and left you for dead.

Now, you helped set her up,
but you're not KGB, are you?

No, you're too weak.

Odin knew he couldn't
trust you.

He said...

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I... I could go home
if I did what he said.

He lied.

She was your friend
and you helped them
set her up.

MI6...

Bitch wasn't my friend.

She... She... She lied to me
for 10 years.

(GROANING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

-Ready to go, love?
-Hmm.

What is it?

Something new?

ALAN: Hmm.
JOE: Sarah?

Joe, what happened?

Kasimir's dead. Where's Daddy?

Sarah!

Buggeration!

We need to consider
how much faith we put
in the word of a dying man.

BOBBY: A dying Soviet spy.

JOE: Daddy, Kate's innocent.
The KGB set her up.

They've obviously
been on to us ever since
Mallory went off the rails.

Say that's true.
Say they knew
Arkady was compromised

and they wanted to send us
on a wild goose chase.

Why sacrifice such hugely
valuable intel to do it?

SARAH: I agree.

They had the resources
to sabotage Lakenheath,
to devastate us.

No. They didn't.

Uh, sorry to barge in,
I didn't mean to intrude.

JOE: It's fine. What is it?

Well, the first thing
that seemed a bit off
were the map notations.

Only tiny errors.

Not uncommon
in Soviet maps
charting British soil.

But this isn't
of Russian origin,
this is supposedly Kate's.

-But that's hardly
enough to...
-ALAN: Yeah, I agree.

But it was odd,
so I took a closer peek
at the schematics.

60% of what's here is
highly accurate intelligence,

Lakenheath facilities,
staff movements,
the B41s themselves.

The other 40 odd percent
is fabricated.

Highly sophisticated
fabrication, sure,

but, nonetheless,
it's codswallop.

So, they sacrificed
incomplete intel

to convince us
the name was real.

To distract us.

Sarah's right, they're gonna
come after Lakenheath.

Not today perhaps, but soon.

So why give it up?

Unless,
what they're really planning
is far more dangerous

than anything
we've imagined so far.

Moscow don't yet know
we've uncovered
their deception.

As far as they're concerned,
Arkady Malinov is
still in play.

But clearly,
we can't trust him.

But we can use him.

We found out Operation Glass
was a fake.

WENDY: The meet
is set for 12:30
in Bonneville Square.

Arkady is to go alone.

DADDY: Do we think
it's a trap?

BOBBY: Worst case scenario,
they're sending someone
to get rid of him,

quite possibly Odin,
in which case we may have
a chance

to get our hands
on Odin himself.

This takes full priority!
Is that understood?

Hi, Joe.
It's nice to see you again.