Episode 1 The Company

"How do you know I'm mad?", said Alice. "You must be,"

said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."

I think we may have overstayed our welcome here.

Twenty minutes late.

I don't think our prospective Joe is going to show up, sport.

We should go.

What are we doing here, Harvey?

What are we doing here?

Well, we're not this dry-rotten rain wash of a city because I like it,

or because it brightens my life any.

We are here because the Goths are at the damn gate. Plain and simple,

and somebody's gotta man the damn gate.

And you're that somebody, Harv?

Yeah, sure. Why not?

Sweet Jesus doesn't see anyone down there.

Should he keep looking?

Oh, my back...

DISTORTED VOICE ON WALKIE-TALKIE HARVEY: What's Sweet Jesus saying?

He says it's cold down there.

They say there are 7,000 spies in Berlin all ready to put down cold cash for secrets.

Well, maybe we got outbid.

Shh, be quiet!

He's here!

KNOCK AT DOOR

I am Konstantin Vishnevsky.

Getting you, your wife and your child out of East Germany is very complicated.

A lot of people will be asked to jeopardise their lives for you.

A lot of money will be spent to set you and your family up in the US.

And what I'm getting tonight, buddy, just doesn't warrant that expense.

But I... What I gave you...

I could get it for a lot less sturm und drang, buddy.

What if...

I am able to reveal the identity of a Soviet agent in Britain's intelligence service, the MI6?

You got a name?

No. I know precise date he was debriefed in Stockholm last summer.

And date of debrief in Zurich the previous winter.

I'm going to need more than that.

With that information even a child could identify him! Wait.

Wait... I give you the recording of this Soviet mole's last debrief.

I give you the man's voice.

'Since last night, I have been meticulously cross-referencing

'Vishnevsky's information from The Sorcerer.

'His bona fides match my information.'

-'Good. Keep me informed.

-Will do.'

Any s-spies in the house?

Adrian, take a load off.

Tell me what worlds you've conquered this morning.

You and your d-damned cards.

How do you keep track of them all?

Well, certain cards simply cry out for me.

I am their mother.

A Soviet mole in MI6! It can't be.

Everything in The Sorcerer's report checked out.

The Sorcerer plans on smuggling Vishnevsky and his family into West Berlin tomorrow night.

KGB won't even know he's missing until we have the tape in hand.

I can hardly believe this. But, Vishnevsky seemed b-bloody legitimate to me, Jim.

The more valuable the real information,

the bigger the potential deception.

True genius, as Churchill taught us, resides in the capacity to evaluate conflicting information.

You, Jimbo, have true genius.

No, it's true. You have that unique skill to find patterns within what

seems like conflicting trivia and useless pieces of information.

And patterns, as every spy worth his salt grasps, are the shells of conspiracy.

Deceptions within deceptions,

moves behind moves.

But don't get lost in the wilderness of mirrors, Mother?

SOFT MUSIC PLAYS OK, let's play this one out.

Let's say Vishnevsky is a disinformation agent.

He'd be programmed to give us his history chapter and verse without sounding like he made it up.

Does that have to be on?

Prying ears, sport. Bugs have been found.

How do we know the KGB isn't one step ahead, that they programmed

Vishnevsky to hem and haw his way through the legend?

My nose didn't twitch.

My nose always twitches when I sniff a phony.

And if Vishnevsky is a black agent?

Even if we know the defector is a double agent, we play the game as if we don't know.

We use the false information the Russians are giving us against them.

Plus we use some disinformation of our own.

It's a delicate game, isn't it?

More than you know.

But in order to be a player you got to cross over into the wilderness of mirrors.

Angleton's words, not mine.

-What if I don't want to?

-You already have.

-Congratulations!

-Hello... Hi!

-Who the devil was that?

-Yevgeny Tsipin!

Thief of raccoon coat as well as girlfriends.

She's slipping away!

You, me, Yevgeny, we'll be going our separate ways in a few weeks.

All good things must come to an end.

Right now, relish the moment.

Can an ex-coach buy you a drink?

I think so.

I'd like to discuss a very promising proposition for two champions.

So are you a Stalinist or a Marxist, Yevgeny?

I'm neither. I'm a...

-Tolstoyist.

-And who knows what that means.

Well, Tolstoy spent most of his life searching for a unifying theory,

a single key that would unlock

-every door...

-Booze?

..A universal explanation for our poverty, our politics, our passions.

Economics...

My parents were chased out of Russia by the Bolsheviks, and here I am rooming with one.

You know, that is very insulting, Leo.

It's very insulting.

I am not a Bolshevist!

Bolshevik!

What I am is...

I'm... I'm drunk.

One final toast.

To all the good talks we've had along this river when we...

probably should've been studying for exams.

This is probably the last of our talks, gents.

And Stella.

-The troika!

-The troika.

The Truman Doctrine of 1947 promised that America would

aid free peoples everywhere in the struggle against totalitarianism.

The principal instrument of American foreign policy in that struggle

is the Central Intelligence Agency.

Make no mistake about it,

Western civilization is under attack.

It is a war of attrition,

and a very thin line of patriots mans the ramparts.

Who will remain standing the longest?

Class of '46. Skull and Bones.

Elliott Ebbitt III.

Call me Ebby.

Jack McAuliffe and Leo Kritzky, class of '50.

How'd you know we were Yale?

Please. How'd you two get tapped?

Our crew coach.

-You?

-OSS in the war.

There are no textbooks on spying,

you make it up as you go along.

The real world of espionage is less glamorous and a lot more dangerous

than any fiction writer can imagine.

It's a lifetime of secrets, of counter-moves and deception.

Those who do not want to enter this world can leave now without embarrassment.

To those who choose to stay,

welcome to The Company.

In my experience, Russians are always late for meetings and early for defections.

If Vishnevsky is blown, Harvey, the safehouse could be blown.

Yeah, I know that, sport. That's why my nose is twitching to beat the band.

-Want to stop that!

-Yes.

OK. Yes.

CUCKOO CLOCK CHIMES

Pack up. Move out.

Sweet Jesus picked up the dog!

That means trouble. Police. Let's disappear.

Yeah, disappearing sounds good.

GUNFIRE ON FILM

Damn!

-Come on!

-But my radio...

-Leave the damn radio!

That'll slow the bastards down.

Damn crap piss holster!

THEY MUTTER IN GERMAN

Only the ones in uniform.

-Not to shoot!

-Hold your fire, Jack!

-Not to shoot! I am KGB!

KGB isn't on our menu. They don't shoot at us, we don't shoot at them.

I know it is you, Torriti!

Drop your weapon!

Can anyone, anyone on my payroll, tell me how that happened?

Vishnevsky now has a rendezvous with a bullet in the back of his skull.

His wife and kid will probably spend the rest of their lives in a labour camp.

Vishnevsky counted on me to get him out, and I didn't do it.

How come every asset we try to pull in winds up in front of a firing squad?

And why is all the information we're getting garbage?

And how come the KGB knows more about what we're doing than we do?!

Why? I'll tell you why. Cos we're being jerked around by a DAMN MOLE!

Do you believe The Sorcerer, Jimbo?

I believe he believes it.

If the leak really was on The Company's end,

the mole in MI6 would have to have heard it from the Deputy Director of Operations or the DCI himself.

It's a handful of very powerful people.

Do you know what you're saying?

If he does exist, I will find that mole.

Believe me.

Use caution when shaking those corridors of power, Jimbo.

Pavel, you honour us with your presence.

My son,

I would like you to meet an old friend of your mother's, Pavel Zhilov.

It is a shame that a tragedy should bring you home from your studies in America.

Your father is very proud.

Thank you, Comrade Zhilov.

Starik, to my friends.

I remember how your mother loved to read. Dostoevsky was her favorite.

She seemed like a character straight from one of his books,

the way she would spit over her shoulder for good luck,

-or the way she would always sit...

-..on her suitcase,

before every voyage.

What did your father tell you

-about me?

-Only that I would be foolish to not come here today.

I would like you to do something for me, Yevgeny.

Speak to me plainly and openly about a subject that holds a great fascination for me - America.

America is a...

America is a country filled with a great people.

I have a great affection for America.

I cannot ignore their faults or their shortcomings.

Americans are trapped in a...

a system which brings out the worst in them.

They are raised to believe that democracy is the ideal,

yet they turn a blind eye to the 25 million Americans that go to bed hungry every night.

Your American English is impeccable.

You went to high school in New York City, then to Yale.

Your mother taught you English, as well as German and French.

You have an aptitude for languages.

Your grades at Yale were of the highest order.

You were popular, you made friends. Your "Troika",

as you called it, included Jack McAuliffe and Leo Kritzky.

How do you know that?

It was I who positioned your father at the United Nations.

And it was I who made sure you got into Yale.

I am a General in the KGB, Yevgeny.

Your father was a spy.

He worked for me.

In the KGB,

we are idealists.

We believe the Soviet way of life is worth fighting for.

We believe that all should be equal,

without poverty, crime,

racist hatred.

Without all the things that make America the grotesque giant it is.

And your ability to pass for an American makes you an absolutely unique soldier in this war.

Will you follow in your father's footsteps?

In the footsteps of men who carve out history from blank stone?

Yevgeny Tsipin, I offer you a chance to enlist in the ranks

of those who promote the genius and generosity of the human spirit.

Will you fight this battle by my side?

Chaps in my department believe Vishnevsky's claim to be rubbish, of course,

but the whole affair has caused a b-bit of a shaking down the tree.

So, we'll see if any bad apples fall out.

Thank you, Adrian. James, anything?

Who is that young man behind you, Frank?

You've met Leo Kritzky a half-dozen times, Jim. He's sharp as a tack.

Yes, but what is he doing here?

Colby is breaking him in as his future right-hand man.

-Leo's one of us.

-Hmm.

Angleton scare you, Kritzky?

He should.

Bite's worse than his bark.

I've conducted a thorough search here.

Hope you haven't been poking your nose into my phone records, James.

Your records are clean, Frank.

As are everyone else's in the room.

Good Lord, James. You have us followed, too?

It is my opinion that our house is clean.

The alleged mole in MI6 is, I suspect, an apparition.

Conclusion - the defection was blown by a leak

somewhere in Berlin.

Son of a bitch!

If that's the way Mother wants to play it, fine, I'm game.

I'm gonna find that mole, sport.

Oh, the way,

here is your first fully-fledged asset to handle.

LAUGHTER

GIRL CRIES THREATENING LAUGHTER

SCREAM

VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYS

You are old for a ballet student.

How'd you know I spoke English?

Americans have a certain walk.

How do I walk?

With false confidence, as if you own the world.

You must be Rainbow.

I find the name fitting.

You may call me Lili.

You were not followed?

You may turn.

Please.

Give that to your boss, see if he thinks we are worth the effort.

It's still warm.

-What is it?

-Herr Professor worked all night on it.

Who's this Professor?

Your lover?

If you follow me, or try to find out where I live,

I will end all contact.

I will not identify Herr Professor.

Not ever.

If your boss likes what's on the silk,

you may meet me here every Thursday.

This is the damn mother lode, sport!

Rainbow's Professor sent us plaintext copies of messages from

East German higher-ups and their Soviet bosses in Moscow,

messages we intercepted, encrypted.

This code meant nothing until we got this piece of silk.

We cracked the code, gentlemen.

We cracked the damn code!

Down the hatch,

you did good.

You did real good.

You know, there's an old Russian proverb that says

you're supposed to wash the bear without getting its fur wet.

That's what I want you to do with this ballet dancer of yours.

Find out who Rainbow is, where she lives, and who this Professor is.

The successful agent is invariably one who has mastered

the art of thinking conventionally...

..that is, thinking as a member of the other side, of the "Principal Adversary."

And then that agent systematically challenges the conventional thinking

to develop alternatives that will take the Principal Adversary by complete surprise.

This is how you will succeed, Yevgeny.

This will be your weapon.

With your new identity, you must part your hair differently,

walk differently, wear your wallet in a different pocket.

You may even make love differently.

-I have a question.

-Yes?

Which one of you is older?

The peasants say that bee stings can alleviate rheumatism.

-Quietly, girls!

-Your daughters?

Nieces.

-How many?

-A man can never have too many nieces.

They keep me feeling young.

Enough. Enough.

I'm starting to prefer the idea of rheumatism to bee stings.

I have been told by my people that the Pentagon thinks there will be a war with the Soviet Union.

They even have predicted a starting date.

America doesn't have the appetite for another world war, let alone an atomic one.

I mean they are foolish and greedy, yes, but not insane.

Americans are very good at self-preservation.

I dislike summer so very much.

Why would anyone dislike summer?

You must excuse me if I have awaked you.

I think that it's "awakened you".

-Awakened you.

-Yeah.

Thank you.

Why would someone dislike summer?

For the reason that it is too short.

I am Azalia. Azalia Ivanova.

Yevgeny. Nice to meet you.

Are you here with your husband?

No, I have come with my roommate.

She is the daughter of Comrade Khrushchev.

They are talking about boring Party subjects,

and I was told you speak English.

I lust to practice my English, Yevgeny.

Is that correct?

Yes, that's correct.

I lust as well, Azalia.

That's a ticket to Giselle.

Markova is dancing.

Hey, Lili, no strings attached, right.

It's just a thank-you for all the risks you're putting yourself through.

Come on, we'll watch the ballet, and then I'll buy you one beer

and afterwards you can duck like a spider back to your crack in the wall.

I am tempted, Jack in the box.

I have heard Alicia Markova defies gravity.

Well, I'll be waiting in front of the Opera House for you.

If you show, you show.

If you don't, well...

I will not show.

'My mother and father disappeared in 1941.'

The authorities notified me of their deaths, but...

I have no further information.

I am compiling names of those who disappeared.

The many millions who vanished.

Jews, Gypsies, "undesirables".

All gone,

without a whisper.

Stalin is worse even than Hitler.

A list like that could get you killed, Azalia.

Don't be foolish.

Azalia, what would you think if I told you

that I might be going away for a while?

For how long?

Perhaps a very long time.

I should be very upset, Yevgeny.

Every time you call me on the telephone,

my heart races.

I can feel it in your voice...

..the longing in your words.

That's because every time I leave you,

part of my soul stays in your possession.

Next Sunday, my roommate will be away.

I want you to come to my apartment.

I want to possess all of you, now.

Danke.

I am here, Jackstraw.

I knew you'd show.

Come on, let's go see if this Markova woman defies gravity.

'How did you get here, Jack?'

Doing this kind of work?

And not the suave Jack answer. The real answer.

There are some Americans who understand that we are in a life and death crisis with the Communists.

When it's over, only one side will survive.

I've been asked to join the battle.

-And you believe this?

-We're in a war, Lili.

And even though it's a cold one, it's no less deadly.

I believe that in my soul.

How much do you believe it?

Are you willing to perish for this cause?

Or...

are you able to return to your safe American world of comfort whenever you please?

I may seem like the cocky American who walks like he owns the world,

but that doesn't mean I don't have strong convictions about the future of this world.

What are you afraid of?

I cannot know you.

I warned you of this.

Get too close - if you try to find out who I am, or who the Professor is - you will never see me again.

Rainbow's real name is Helga Agnes Mittag de la Fuente.

Her parents were Spanish and German.

Her mother was arrested for spying for the Republicans

in the Spanish Civil War and she was sent to the firing squad.

What about Sniper?

Herr Professor?

Real name Ernst Loffler.

Teaches theoretical physics at the Humbolt Institute.

Before the war, Sniper hung out with Max Planck and Albert Einstein.

A theoretical physicist!

Wait till the Wiz hears about that.

Do me a favour, sport.

Put a teardrop in Sniper's wall.

-That will be tricky - there's an old woman that lives below them and she never goes out.

-So kill her.

We can't just kill somebody, Harvey!

We're the good guys, remember?

Can't you Yale guys take a joke?

Lure her out of the house. Whatever.

You are one of a small group of people chosen by the Ministry of Public Health.

You will have a free medical examination.

You will get new pills to alleviate your arthritis.

How did you know I had arthritis?

We have your chart, madam.

And you will be given a new radio at the end of the exam.

OK.

MAN AND WOMAN CONVERSE IN GERMAN

Please leave us, girls.

You are to leave for America within days.

Within days?

Is it not what you wanted?

Of course.

It's just that...

It's...it's complicated.

Are you are actually considering a Jewish girl over the career I have shaped for you,

crafted since you were a boy?

Are you going to give up everything you have learned here, all that you can do for Mother Russia

for a zhidovka?

I love her.

Zhidovka or not.

Your ability to love this Jewish girl, the luxury to even have this freedom,

is only possible because men like your father,

your grandfather,

and men like me, have provided it for you.

Have sacrificed.

Have spilled blood and had their own blood spilled.

Now it is time for your sacrifice, Yevgeny Tsipin.

For you to be a soldier,

and a man.

-I don't know what to do.

-It is your choice, Yevgeny.

A life of simple domesticity with a woman who will never allow you

to rise in the party ranks, or a life of changing the world.

So, do you still dislike summer so very much?

I am learning to like this summer.

But it is still not lasting long enough.

Maybe today it can last the rest of summer.

I would like that...

..very, very much.

I'm Eugene. Eugene Dodgson.

VIOLIN WALTZ PLAYS

What do you see when you watch yourself?

MUSIC STOPS

My faults. Only my faults.

This must be always the frontier of our intimacy.

We can go no further.

Herr Professor lets you take too many risks.

I would never let that happen if you were mine.

I owe him my life.

Why?

What happened?

When the Russian soldiers came through Germany on drunken rampages...

..I was 15.

That's when I met Herr Professor.

He showed me that life was worth living again.

I cannot leave.

Come with me, Lili.

I need you.

-You do not need me as much as he needs me.

-Why?

-Without me...

-Without you, what? Without you, what?

Without me, Herr Professor cannot survive.

-He's new?

-My Shabba's goy.

Hamlet, he turns on the lights, answers the telephone, and kills people for me on Saturdays.

I didn't know you were religious, Ezra.

I am a protector of my people, Harvey.

I want to save the Jews from Stalin.

In that sense I am very religious.

But you do believe in God?

Certainly not.

I believe in an eye for an eye -

the Mossad manual.

There's been a leak. Maybe one of your Shabbas' goys moonlights for the opposition.

Harvey, everyone here has walked through fire.

Hamlet is missing all the fingernails of his right hand - they were extracted by KGB pliers.

Keep your yarmulke on. I'm just checking all the angles.

There's a Soviet mole in the higher echelons of MI6.

We share everything with the British cousins. Everything!

Don't I know it.

-How can your Rabbi help?

-That's why I'm here.

I need some advice.

Head to the source, Harvey.

You still have connections with the Brits from the war. Go to London.

And bring a barium meal.

You look fit and fat all at once, Harvey. Are you?

Both and neither. You?

I'm suffering from a touch of that aristocratic malady, gout.

You wired, Elihu?

Fraid so, Harv. Friends are friends, but I have to cover my ass.

After your phone call, I'm very much afraid I shall have neither pension nor retirement.

-You have my sympathies.

-Harvey, you realise what you're implying?

I'm not implying, Elihu. It's fact.

There's a mole inside MI6, and it's the Russian kind.

Years ago, there was a rumour floating around

about a mole, code name Parsifal, supposedly trained in his youth by a KGB agent known to us as Starik.

-Rumour or fact?

-You know what they say about rumours, Harvey.

They're all true.

-Parsifal, huh?

-If this Parsifal has succeeded

in surviving all these years, he must be a master of deception.

-How can I possibly help?

-Barium meals.

-Barium meals?

Yeah, it's a drink they give you when you go for an X-ray, it shows up anything that may be floating around.

I know what a barium meal is, Harvey.

-But, how does it pertain to Parsifal?

-I'm gonna send each of my suspects in the Vishnevsky leak

a juicy piece of information about an ongoing secret operation.

He'll think that this operation's being sent to many people along the pipeline.

But you're just sending it to one person. You're brilliant, Harvey, quite brilliant.

You can't feed this Parsifal any old junk - he'll know the difference.

I know. Has to be a real operation.

An ongoing secret operation. But it has to come from you, Elihu.

Oh, no, Harvey. Please. Two years,

two years and I'll be drinking and daydreaming.

Just release the memo.

Today.

Harvey! You need to get some rest.

No, I can't. I'm waiting for a phone call.

-From whom?

-I don't know whom, but my nose will twitch.

-I'll man the phone.

-No, no, no. It's gotta be me.

-Why?

I sent out my last barium meal to my prime suspect, to wit, I know the identity

of the Soviet mole inside MI6 who betrayed the Vishnevsky defection.

In which case, my prime suspect will contact

his Russian handlers, and then they, in turn, will do everything they can to either kidnap, or kill me.

I thought the KGB didn't do that to us, we don't to them.

No, this is a special occasion. They'll do everything they can to protect their mole.

If I'm offed, Jack,

it means my barium meal hit the target.

And my prime suspect is confirmed.

Doesn't do us a lot of good if you're dead.

I've left instructions in the safe should I...

pass away.

What's on your mind?

It's Lili.

She hasn't been to the studio all week. Doors are locked.

She hasn't tried to contact me.

-Ah, she'll turn up.

-That's it? She'll turn up? What if she's hurt, Harvey? What if the East Germans have her?

-They don't.

-How do you know?

-Because we've been careful.

Haven't we? Listen to me, McAuliffe,

you can woo her, you can screw her, you can do whatever you need to do to make her whisper sweet secrets

in your ear but don't fall in love with her.

That way lies madness.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Why, yes.

Yes, I'm very interested in meeting this person.

-Herr Torriti?

-In the flesh, my darling.

You are liking what you see, we are meeting again and performing exchange.

My letters, your 25,000 American dollars.

Looks like we have a deal.

-Where and when?

-Here, tomorrow nacht.

You comprehend?

I comprehend, madame.

Tomorrow nacht it is.

If anything's gonna happen, it's going to be now.

Drop your weapon!

That was the ambush, Harvey? That was amateur hour.

Where the hell they come from?

You are having trouble?

Shoot 'em, sport.

Let's skedaddle.

Phony cops save you from a phony mugging, "Go get in the car,"

they say, "for your own safety." Sure, why not.

You have no reason not to trust them and then whoosh, no-one sees you in the Western Sector.

The good news is, I can now identify the Soviet mole in MI6

without the shadow of a doubt.

I'm gonna nail that bastard.

Ike and I have been friends for 20 years. I had his office check you,

young man, and you don't work for the State Department.

Sir, I came here to ask for your blessing, not to quibble.

I don't think inquiring about the prospects of the man who wants to marry my daughter is quibbling,

especially when he lies about his work.

Especially when he works at Cockroach Alley.

The CIA, Mr Kritzky!

That's where you spend your days.

I want you to know that your daughter has been a bright ray of sunlight in my gloomy days at the office.

She makes me happy. I look forward to being with her.

-And I'm in love with her, sir.

-Do you love him, honey?

I do, Daddy. I really do.

I can tell you one thing, Kritzky, your taste in mates is better than my daughter's.

That's the truth, sir.

Oh, Daddy, thank you.

I knew you'd like him.

"My dear Yevgeny. By now you are established within our principal adversary's homeland.

"You are the most vital piece of this great game at this time.

"You will be activated several times a year, sometimes not at all for several months.

"Be patient.

"I will never contact you again this way, but you will always feel my guiding hand.

"Be brave,

"be clever, and you will someday come home a hero of Mother Russia."

-This is Eugene, who is this?

-That is not important.

I am only to tell you how to contact and deliver necessary items to a man named Parsifal.

Go to dead drop six, Thursday at 3:00pm with bag and place on park bench next to you.

Wait there till you are met.

After, go to Georgetown University Law Library at precisely 3:45pm.

Go to Blackstone's Commentary of Laws of England,

and remove Volume Four from shelf.

Within it will be address and telephone number for Parsifal and a calling card of sorts.

Starik must be combing the preparatory schools for his spies these days.

My working name is Eugene.

-American, are you?

-No.

Starik sends gifts.

These'll do at a pinch.

Oh, good, good.

Oh, and listen, I've heard news that the head of the Berlin Station is on to the f-fact that I exist.

He may even know my identity, which could be a problem.

B-bloody big problem.

I'll pass it along. What's his name?

Harvey Torriti.

He's known as The Sorcerer.

Where have you been? I thought the KGB had you, Lili!

I'm sorry, Jack. There was no way of getting word to you.

If you had been arrested...

We had to go to Dresden for a funeral. Herr Professor's brother died suddenly.

There was no possibility for me to tell you in time.

I can't lose you, Lili.

Then do not lose me.

The moment I treasure most is when I wake from a heavy sleep

and do not know where I am.

For a few delicious seconds, I am in a huge void, free of gravity.

At such moments I dance...

as I have never been able to before.

That is what it is like when I am with you.

What are we going to do, Lili?

We will keep playing the game, Jack, till the game is over.

PHONE RINGS

A letter has been attached to back of garbage bin behind stores at M and Fourth streets.

I would like to speak more with you but have been instructed not to.

# I was a hum-drum person Leading my life apart

# When love flew in through my window

# And quickened my hum-drum heart

# Love flew in through my window... #

Jack McAuliffe! Jacko!

Borisov! Vanka Borisov, the European crew championship?

Munich? I was rowing stroke in a Russian coxed four.

-Oh, yeah!

-You and me and Leo Kritzky fell crazy in love with

three Australian peacenik sisters and drank and screwed until sunrise!

Of course, Borisov!

I'm sorry. What are you doing in Berlin?

Zwei bier, bitte. I'm at the Soviet Import Export commission,

we conduct trade negotiations with the German Democratic Republic.

What about yourself, Jacko?

I landed a soft job with the State Department. Cheers!

Ah, the only thing better than a soft job is a soft woman, huh Jacko?

Did you ever get to the States to,

"Screw the peace and freedom-loving women of Colorado", I believe you said.

-I don't know how you came up with Colorado.

-I saw photos of Colorado in a banned copy of Life magazine.

-Beautiful country. I think they must have beautiful women, da?

-Probably.

I've never been to Colorado.

And I never got to the US.

Tell me something, Jack, what's a lot of money over there?

Depends on the person's taste.

I mean, if they have expensive tastes, if they have to have a Cadillac and all that...

Let's say for the sake of argument they have expensive tastes.

Is 25,000 a lot of dough over there?

50,000?

-It's a good amount.

-Tell me, Jack, what do you make at the...

What was it again? State Department?

I make 6,000 a year, Borisov.

I see.

And what if someone were to come to you, right here, right now,

and offer you 150,000 bucks in cash?

In exchange for what?

In exchange for the odd piece of information.

If the amount is not enough, we can negotiate, Jack. Please, Jack.

You are in the great game now, as am I.

And in the game, all is negotiable.

All is possible. Everything. Anything.

It's always good to see an old crew buddy.

But if we run into each other again, Borisov,

things might not be so pleasant.

Go ahead, sir.

Well...

Still sticking to your story, Kritzky, that you're working for the State Department?

Who is it out there, Phil?

It's that clown who up and proposed to my daughter, Mr President.

He's got your daily briefing here in his hand.

Must be rising up in the ranks of the Company pretty quickly, sir.

Kritzky? Well, don't let him stand out there, Phil, send the poor sap in.

Son of a bitch.

What I am doing is breeding a hybrid orchid known as a Cattleya cross.

Comes in a rainbow of colors.

I plan on naming it after my wife, Cicely.

That chair will never hold your weight, Harvey.

Your horticulture lesson is very interesting, Jim.

Well, crossing orchids is a very long,

very tedious process. Not unlike the business of counter-espionage.

-You don't say.

-I do say.

It can take 12 months just to develop the seed pod.

And then another 12 months for that pod to sprout even an inch or two.

The eventual flowering,

if there even is a flowering, could take five years.

Counter-espionage is like that.

It requires the patience of a saint which you, Harvey, do not have.

I'm here to tell you that I'm going to the Director to lay out my case against your pal Philby.

Adrian?

What case?

He blew the Vishnevsky defection, for one thing.

He's a Soviet spy, Jim.

Has been since the early thirties.

-You are joking.

-I don't joke about traitors.

It's rubbish.

Rubbish. I've known Adrian for 15 years.

He's been vetted a dozens times, and you know that, Harvey.

And you know there are ways around a lie detector test.

The Russians are masters at beating them.

You're not serious about this?

I'm as serious as a five dollar whore.

Serious enough to fly across the Atlantic overnight, sitting on a mail bag.

Adrian Kim Philby is working for the KGB.

As the counter-intelligence honcho, I thought it was only fair that you be warned.

On top of that, I think we should take precautions to make sure Philby doesn't fly the coop.

Are you hearing me on this, Jim?

Take precautions.

You'll only make a fool of yourself, Harvey.

I've got the son of a bitch by the balls.

PHONE RINGS

-SHE SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN:

-Slushayu...

'So, do you still dislike summer so very much?'

It's you.

Yes. It's me, Azalia.

'Yevgeny.

'I thought you were gone forever from my life.'

I thought the worst.

That I would never see you again.

That...you would disappear,

like my parents.

I'm alive, Azalia.

I'm well.

And I miss you.

But where are you, Yevgeny?

Why did you not say goodbye?

I'm sorry.

I can tell you nothing.

Other that I am doing my duty.

And I long...

to be with you...

-OPERATOR'S VOICE: 'Please deposit 25 cents.'

-I have to go.

But at least tell me where you are. At least that.

So I can see you in my mind, and...

and know you are safe.

America.

-I'm in America.

-DIAL TONE

America.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

-Thanks for coming, buddy.

-Wouldn't have missed it for the world.

She's beautiful. The hell did you find her?

She found me, I think. She found me when no-one else could.

The hours I've been working, I feel like a coal miner, never see the light of day. And then she...

-came along.

-I'm happy for you.

I'm really happy.

Maybe I'll settle down someday.

And maybe it'll snow in hell.

-No.

-Oh, come on, buddy.

This party is going to carry on after we go.

There's lots of single girls here!

I'm on a short leash. I get back to Berlin to handle my asset.

-I thought The Sorcerer was in DC?

-He doesn't want me tagging along after him like I'm a little lost duckling.

-I'm heading out tonight.

-Oh, I see, poor Jack has to go back to his long-legged ballet dancer/asset,

the Rainbow. Tough life.

Leo, honey, everyone is waiting.

I'm coming.

Starting to be tough.

-Wait! What's that look?

-What look?

-That love look.

-Ah, come on.

It's all over your face, buddy. Ah!

See? Come on, stay for a bit.

We'll go rowing in a couple of days. You can tell me all about it.

No, I'm on the 11pm air mail charter to Berlin.

Come on, you got a honeymoon to think of.

Yeah, if that's what you want to call it.

Two nights at The Hay-Adams, and back to work on Monday.

We all gotta make sacrifices, buddy.

There's a war on. A cold one.

-So I heard.

-Leo, Let's go!

Don't worry, Jack, I'll take good care of him.

I didn't order anything.

-Yes, you did.

-Who is it, Adrian?

Just a liquor delivery, James!

Didn't want it to run out on us, did we?

There's instructions inside.

And keep the change, old boy!

GLASS SMASHES

WOMAN'S AND MAN'S VOICES, SPEAKING GERMAN

Hello, Jack.

Your tradecraft is excellent.

Borisov.

We know you always come by here, but we lose you after that.

Every time, we lose you.

How do you do it?

Don't make a mistake, Jack.

We just want to talk.

-Talk about what?

-The girl.

Who is she?

I wish there was a girl, Borisov.

Where does she live? We saw you with her at the restaurant, then again at the opera.

Who is she?

It was the ballet, asshole!

Come again to East Berlin, and we will kill you, Jack.

Do you hear me? We will kill you!

-At least have Doc Patterson check you out.

-I'm fine.

Maybe you can give me a hand with something then?

If you're feeling all fine and dandy.

What do you got?

It's these transcripts from the teardrop in Sniper's flat.

-What about them?

-I compared the surveillance

tapes with the information we got from Rainbow's silk.

And?

There are some minor discrepancies.

Guten morgen, Helga!

Wie geht es Herr Loffer?

How do you know our real names?

Why do you risk coming here before the arranged time?

Because what I have to say can't wait, Helga.

Your Professor, your supposed saviour, has betrayed you.

He works for the KGB. He's what we call a disinformation agent.

Giving us variations of the truth and trying to get us in the wrong direction.

The silk I gave you was filled with valuable items. You read it, Jack.

Leftovers from a lousy meal. All the good stuff was edited out.

How could you know this?

We bugged your apartment.

The Professor was speaking with another scientist colleague the other night.

When you left the room, they traded secrets with each other, none of which ended up on the silk.

-I must leave.

-Lili, you don't understand!

It's over! Now, I have a truck around the corner.

There's a compartment we can hide you in. We need to get you out of the Soviet sector now, for good.

I cannot leave, Jack. I cannot.

The Professor used you!

He's a Soviet agent! Wake up!

But I am awake, Jack. It is not...

I am awake.

It is not Herr Professor who is a Soviet agent. It is me.

I have betrayed him. I have betrayed you.

The KGB found out that we were giving you information.

To this day I do not know how.

They told me that Ernst would be tried for high treason and shot.

They said I would never dance again because they would...

Because they would break my kneecaps.

-God, Lili.

-They promised Ernst would not be hurt if...

If you delivered disinformation to me.

They said it was the only way out.

I took the silk to the KGB who would edit the information.

I would give the new silk to you at the studio.

After each meeting, I was forced to write a report about everything.

They know your identity, Jack.

Borisov.

They tried to kill me to keep...

Of course.

It was a charade. To make me trust you even more, wasn't it?

They swore to me you would not be hurt. They did not tell me what they were planning to do.

I wanted to die, Jack.

Did you tell them that you're in love with me? Are you even in love with me, Lili?

-Are you that good?

-I love you more than anything in this world, Jack.

Lili, if he loves you, if he truly loves you,

he would want you to save yourself.

You could save us, Jack.

You could save us. You could take us both. Ja.

It's too risky. It won't work.

We can meet tonight at seven when the crowds will be thick. It could work!

It must work, Jack, it's the only way.

Don't do this to me, Lili.

Please. Tonight at seven, my dearest.

Mother himself knows there is a KGB agent somewhere inside the British intelligence community.

Jim knows that this agent, codenamed Parsifal, was supposedly recruited and trained

in Spain during the Spanish Civil War by none other than the Soviet case officer known only as Starik.

-Your point?

-Philby was on assignment for the London Times during the Spanish Civil War, Allen.

James doesn't think you've made your case at all, Harvey.

Mother is too close to this.

He's an unwitting pawn in Starik's game.

I made sure that none of our British friends received any memos concerning the Vishnevsky defection.

Yet Jim here dines weekly with Philby, they share information.

Jim, your office is the only place he could have found out about Vishnevsky.

Your line of reasoning is intriguing. But...

What if it's just a series of coincidences?

In our line of work, coincidences don't exist.

Monday January 1st, Torriti's cable arrived on James Angleton's desk.

Starting late afternoon on Tuesday, January 2nd, radio intercept logs show a dramatic increase in the

volume of cipher wireless traffic between the Soviet embassy and Moscow.

Now it seems to me someone somewhere pushed a button.

Jim, did you show Philby the memo on the Vishnevsky defection?

It is standard

that Philby and I share information.

Yes, I showed him the Vishnevsky memo.

Proves nothing.

A leak can come from anywhere. A courier, a secretary, a nosy office worker.

I fed Philby a barium meal to the effect that I could identify the Soviet mole inside MI6.

The very next week, a bunch of jokers in Berlin tried to take me out of circulation.

I call that proof positive.

What Mr Torriti fails to mention in his report

is Adrian Philby knew everything about his hottest source in Germany, code name Rainbow, code name Sniper.

They are still giving us information on a weekly basis.

Now, if Adrian Philby were a Soviet spy,

would not operation Sniper have been shut down immediately by the KGB?

Sniper is still delivering, isn't he, Harvey?

Yes, he is, Jim.

There you have it, gentlemen.

He's delivering disinformation.

I suppose you're prepared to elaborate on that.

I suppose I am.

Yesterday, I received a flash memo from my apprentice Jack McAuliffe, he's the man handling Rainbow.

The Russians already knew about the operation,

and they turned Rainbow into their agent.

Which is why Sniper wasn't shut down when Philby passed it on to his handlers.

There are two,

there are five, seven...

different ways to interpret any given set of facts.

Face it, your buddy is a damn spy!

He's been betraying assets for years.

His actions have caused the deaths of dozens, maybe hundreds! Wake up!

So who pushed the bloody panic button?

Maclean fled England last night.

-What's the problem?

-Burgess went with him.

Burgess buggered off as well!

Bloody little bastard.

Starik figures you don't have a lot of time to flee the country.

You brought your back-up passport, I hope.

So Starik wants me to run for it?

You don't have a choice.

In that there's hair dye, moustache, eyeglasses, 4,800 in tens and twenties.

Car has clean plates. Your route is written out for you.

There'll be a boat waiting for you in Halifax.

You've been on the firing line for a long time.

It's time for you to come home.

Home? I am a Communist and a Marxist,

but Russia is not my home.

England is my home.

What I relished all these years was the great game.

I am necessary.

Without me, Starik has nothing.

Starik has another.

I hadn't thought of that.

Of course, he would do, wouldn't he? Starik is bloody brilliant.

Philby didn't come in to the office this morning.

And there was no answer at his house.

Shoulda taken more precautions, Jim.

You knew there was a mole in MI6.

You just didn't want to see him standing there right in front of you.

Ernst?

-Faster! Come on!

-Any faster and we turn over, Mr Jack.

SIRENS APPROACH, CARS DRAW TO A HALT AND DOORS SLAM SHUT

SHOUTING

THEY SHOUT IN GERMAN, AND BANG AT THE DOOR

GUNSHOT

It wasn't your fault, Jack.

You offered her a ticket out.

She wanted to save the Professor.

I should have insisted that she come with me.

It wasn't your fault.

She said the KGB had caught onto her.

Let me ask you something, Harvey.

Lili wasn't part of your barium meals, was she?

Cos if she was, Harvey, if she was...

Sniper was my crown jewel.

I was ready to give up a lot,

but not Sniper. And not Rainbow.

There's no way I'd put Lili and the Professor on the line.

On my mother's grave, kid.

Onwards and upwards.

Yeah. Onwards.

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