01x04 - Vodka

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Mr Philby, you were asked to resign yourself

from the Foreign Office a few months after

Burgess and Maclean disappeared.

And the Foreign Secretary has said that, in the past,

you had communist associations.

Is that WHY you were asked to resign?

I was asked to resign because of an imprudent association.

- That was your association with Burgess?

- Correct.

Would you still regard Burgess, who lived with you for

a while in Washington, would you still regard

him as a friend of yours?

How do you feel about him now?

I consider his action deplorable.

On the subject of friendship,

I prefer to say as little as possible,

as it's very complicated.

Vash kostyoom.

Something about him

Chto?

You know.

If the dreaded Windsor knot has

somehow made its way to Russia,

please understand

there are certain things

I just cannot bring myself to do.

Nick?

Darling?

Are you down there?

I'm off.

I made you one cheese

and pickle and one ham.

If I'm late again tonight,

there's a casserole made.

All you have to do is heat it up.

Hey, come 'ere.

- You all right?

- One more kiss.

Good old British weather. Never fails.

I was just about to

leave for work meself.

May I come in for a minute?

- Morning.

- Morning.

Mr Angleton, I have a train to

catch, so, if you wouldn't mind,

just, you know getting on with it.

Regarding what we talked

about last night

It does seem a tad unorthodox, though.

Coming to my house like

this in broad daylight.

or, more accurately,

what we didn't talk about

Would you mind just staying on the mat?

Dripping all over me floor.

Keep talking, I'm listening.

To answer your question from last night,

obviously the reason I'm in London

is to keep an eye on our

friend, Mr Nicholas Elliott,

and what he may or may

not be up to. Unofficially?

Excuse me?

Last night, you said you

were in London unofficially.

Right.

Were you unofficially in Beirut

- as well?

- No.

I was not.

CIA coming all the way

up here to West Norwood.

What will my neighbours say?

I thought I might give

you a ride into town.

- Mind if I ask you something?

- Please.

Would you be doing all

this if I was a man?

Doing what?

I came out here to see if

there was a way for us to

work together.

- That's all.

- Officially or

- unofficially?

- Pool our resources.

Exchange information.

Information?

You don't have anything

you feel it might be

important to share?

I don't doubt for a moment

that you might be able

to fudge the difference between

"official" and "unofficial",

I can assure you that

I absolutely cannot.

Bloody hell, is that the time?

I need to get a wriggle on.

I'm gonna miss me train.

f*cking Guy f*cking Burgess

If you think about it,

it's f*cking preposterous.

If he and I were both

spying for Russia

Can't even finish the sentence.

If you were both KGB spies,

why invite him to stay with you?

Exactly, thank you.

And in Washington, of all

places. It'd be plain bloody daft.

Suicidal.

Look at me. f*cking water.

As a matter of interest, why

did you invite Guy to stay?

- Bloody hell, not you as well.

- It's a valid question, Kim

Because friends, I hate to tell you,

help each other in times of need.

and a question

others are bound to ask.

The man was adrift, dreadful

health, or so I thought

- Hello, Mother.

- I thought I heard that voice.

- Hello, Mrs P. How are you?

- Oh, you know

There they are.

That's it, didn't mean to interrupt.

- One for you, too.

- Where are you off to?

Don't let him smoke that beastly

pipe in my drawing room, Nick.

Leaves horrid smells in my cushions.

Make him go out to the garden.

Hairdresser then

Cullen's. Need anything?

Marmalade, and tonics,

and bitter lemons.

You're a good friend, Nick.

He's jolly lucky to have you.

- She have any idea what's going on?

- No, not as far as I know.

Hasn't asked why you came back

from America all of a sudden?

Oof, Lord, no. Far too proper for that.

Anyway, the point I

was trying to make is

- you are our man in Washington

- I know what you're about to say.

and amusing and adrift

as Guy might appear

He'd just arrived in America,

he didn't know a soul,

- and I was worried about him.

- Because of his drinking?

Among other things.

If I had a drinking problem, I'm not

sure that you're the first person

You do have a drinking

problem. I think we all do.

It's part of the job.

Erm ?

What?

Nothing.

You know, the one kind

of chap you would think

the KGB would steer clear of

is an out-of-control alcoholic,

- flagrant q*eer, like Guy Burgess.

- Hm.

Guy did have me well

and truly fooled, though.

That I can't deny.

Ah, well, you twisted my arm.

Completely bloody hoodwinked.

He had us all fooled.

Betraying us to Russia all

that time Christ, I dunno.

If somebody should've seen

through him, it was me.

I'm so sorry, Kim.

Ten years ago, when they accused

me of helping Maclean and

- Burgess, do you remember all that?

- Oh, I remember.

Guy f*cking Burgess.

You were a good and loyal friend.

You stood by me all the way.

- You know, I believed you were innocent.

- Why?

Why then and not now?

What's so different now?

Evidence.

From Flora bloody Solomon?

It's not just her.

- What do you mean?

- There's someone else.

Who?

A KGB defector.

I don't believe you.

You have no idea how I

wish none of this were true.

- Who is this defector?

- Hm.

The same source says

you're not the only traitor.

There are two more of you still in play.

Mr Vice President, Mr

Speaker, members of the Senate,

and of the House of

Representatives. Yesterday

December 7th, 1941,

a date which will live in infamy

the United States of America

was suddenly and deliberately

att*cked by naval and air forces

of the Empire of Japan.

Kim Philby, hello.

Jim Angleton.

Ah, the poet.

- I dabble.

- D

Didn't you start a-a

poetry magazine at Harvard?

- Yale.

- Furioso.

- You've read it?

- You "dabble", my arse.

- Hi.

- Kim Philby.

You can laugh. I would.

- Morning.

- Morning, Nicholas.

I bought you breakfast

or rather the taxpayer did.

- Now what?

- Not here.

Nobody pays any attention to a

word anyone that's said in here

unless it's a joke about the salami.

This one mine?

Vodka.

Is he dead?

They know about Blunt.

- Who?

- The Americans.

What?

See for yourself.

- Are you sure?

- Read the telexes first.

- How did you get this?

- This is Al, by the way.

Mr Elliott.

Al's all right

- Hello.

- for an ex copper.

- Who else has seen this?

- Apart from the FBI and the CIA?

- On our side, I mean.

- Er the Director General of MI5,

Head of Counter-Intelligence,

Arthur Martin, Mrs Sissmore

- And me.

- and Al.

Do any of those people know

that you're now showing it to me?

No.

They don't, not as yet.

Thank you.

The one thing we

absolutely cannot afford

is to let the Americans

get to Blunt first,

so we need to smoke him out now, today,

cos if he isn't the last

of the traitors among us

- he knows who is.

- Philby tell you that?

That's just the way the business works.

- Did he tell you that?

- Not in so many words, no.

- Do you know him?

- Not really.

Vaguely remember him from up at

Cambridge. Long time ago, now.

- Not another of your friends, then?

- No.

Jim Angleton's far too cautious to

make any rash approaches to Blunt.

If you say so.

- You disagree?

- He came to my house this morning.

- Seriously?

- To probe, browbeat.

Don't you think it's odd

that as soon as Philby did a bunk,

hey, presto, this character pops

out of the woodwork in America

to jeopardise the value,

to you, personally,

of the very same intelligence

that Philby gave you in Beirut?

Rule number one

If it smells bad and

you suspect the Russians,

it's probably the Russians.

Tovarishch Philby.

Donald!

Hello, Kim!

- Tovarishch polkovnik.

- Donald Donaldavitch.

Their little joke.

- You look well.

- More to the point, how are you?

I take it this isn't an

accident, meeting you here.

It's the least I could do.

- Meaning?

- To, er, smooth the way, if you will.

How's Melinda, by the way?

Looking forward to showing you Moscow.

See much of Burgess these days?

I gather he made your life a

little sticky for a while there,

back in London.

Not to mention Washington.

London, Washington, Moscow.

One of the things one

has to love about the man

is that Burgess will always be

Burgess until the day that he

Hang on a second.

You haven't come here

to bump him off have you?

How very droll, Don, as always.

Tovarishch Philby.

My rady videt' vas zhivym

i nevredimym v Moskve.

"Welcome to Moscow", and so forth.

Thank you.

- "Spasibo."

- Spasibo.

Tovarishch general, it's

very good to be here.

Zdes' khorosho.

Kak vam vasha novaya kvartira?

- "How are your new digs?"

- Er, fine.

- Thank you. Lovely.

- Liar.

No, snachala my khoteli by pogovorit'

o James Jesus Angletoni iz TSRU.

- They want to ask you

- That much I understood.

- Not like you to be nervous.

- Don't tell anyone.

I've been a nervous

wreck the past 30 years.

Upon our clouded hills? ♪

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Among these dark Satanic mills? ♪

Mr Milne and his guest are sitting

down in the dining room now, sir.

Thanks, Frederick.

You'll perhaps forgive

me for being immodest

when I say that it's thanks to

the friendship I d-d-developed

and nurtured over many

years with Angleton

Prostite za neskromnost', no

imenno moya druzhba s Angletonom,

kotoruyu ya ukreplyal i

predpitoval mnogo let

that allowed for our regular

and extremely detailed

e-e-exchanges in

in er, i-intelligence

Pozvolil nam regulyarno

obmenivat'sya neveroyatno podrobnoye

razvedyvat' inoy informatsii.

over l-l-long lunches we had

at his house in, er, Virginia.

Rasskazhite podrobneye o cheloveke

- yego lichnosti.

- Erm

They want to know ask you about

his personality, his character.

Well, you must know by now

that all they REALLY care about

these days is the Americans?

Yeah.

Er, well, first and foremost,

he really is rather an odd bird.

Nu, pervoye glavnoye,

chto on dushoy sudak.

He would like to be regarded as a poet,

although he has almost n-no

discernible talent whatsoever.

On khochet, chtoby

yego uchityvali poetom.

He is, however, a

gifted intelligence man,

with a keen eye for the

nuances of human behaviour

except, one could argue,

where I'm concerned.

Vy byli blizkim drugom?

Er, you were close?

Yes, we were close. Of course

we were close, that's the job.

Da, tak bylo nado dlya raboty.

Then he gives a speech to

a women's group out in, um

I don't remember where,

which, as it turns out,

was a stroke of genius on two counts

count one, he's right. We

haven't been paying attention

and now the communists

are in and among us,

and in far greater numbers

than we ever imagined possible.

So, now, it is our

moral, that's his word,

it's our moral duty as

Americans who stand for democracy

and freedom to stop them. JIM CHUCKLES

- Smoke them out, hunt them down, before it's too late.

- Mm.

- Sir, it's

- Count two

for a man who was in the

political wilderness last week,

well, let's just say, today,

Senator Joe McCarthy is all anyone

in this town is talking about.

- Yes, Lucy.

- Your office, sir.

"Urgent", he said.

This is Angleton.

North Korea just invaded South Korea.

f*cking hell.

Comrade Philby.

We know very well, here, the fickle

nature of men in your profession,

who are often, in my experience,

driven equally, if not more so, by

opportunity and ego

as by ideology.

A German accent?

Dresden.

How can we be sure you

have not come to Moscow

to penetrate Russian

intelligence services?

Yes, Her Majesty's first

love is her horses, not art.

In fact, art doesn't even

place a distant second

so all one can really

do is one's best to educate.

I rather think I fancy a

nice piece of fish today.

- Awfully sorry about all this, Tony.

- Sorry about what?

Where're you going?

Beef Wellington's the

ticket here, old fruit

followed by Baked Alaska for pud.

Don't worry, it's

just us. You can relax.

Then why have Tim ask me to lunch?

Well, I was rather worried you

might not accept my invitation

after my faux pas the other day.

- Faux pas?

- Vermehre?

Vermehren?

Have you ever k*lled anyone, Tony?

What's going on, Nick?

I mean

have you ever got actual

blood on your hands?

Not like the way we more

sophisticated types prefer to do it,

with the gathering of information

and spreading of disinformation.

That's what I wanted to

do in Beirut the other day.

Stick a Kn*fe in Kim's gut

and watch him bleed to death.

Gentlemen?

You're really having the fish?

Your man better be as

good as you say he is.

Mm

May I ask, did you

really slip on the ice

as you were walking to

the car this morning?

Why would I fake that?

The same reason you

manufacture a stutter.

I slipped. It was real.

And the stutter?

I've had that for so long

now, it's become second nature.

Comrade Philby

you have come to Moscow with nothing.

No documents or useful

information of any kind.

I had a very narrow window of escape.

There was no time for

anything like that.

Thanks to Mr Nicholas Elliott.

I'm not sure I understand

exactly what you mean.

Then I'll be clear.

We're concerned that

either he has played you

or you are playing us.

You don't trust me.

We don't know you.

You've known me for 30 years.

Can I borrow your lighter again?

Needless to say

I wouldn't dream of

coming to Moscow empty handed.

One should never underestimate

the importance of a good umbrella.

It's three and a half hours now.

- What if he does nothing?

- He can't afford to do nothing.

Kim once gave me one, you know?

- Pardon?

- An umbrella.

For Christmas. Eight years ago.

To thank me for my part in

convincing the Foreign Secretary,

and consequently, the Government,

that he had absolutely nothing to do

with Burgess and

Maclean's escape to Moscow.

And that nor was there

the remotest possibility

that he was working

as a Soviet double agent.

Do you still have it?

The umbrella.

Sorry, Sir Anthony. I

didn't know you were in here.

Is everything all right, sir?

- You awake?

- No.

There's this moment between

you and Philby in Beirut

when he quotes a poem

for apparently no reason.

Yes?

Do you know the poem?

It's about Jesus on the cross.

The Ballad Of The Goodly

Fare by Ezra Pound.

I looked it up.

Never even heard of it until last night.

Kim wanted me to think he was drunk

and comparing his own sacrifices

for mankind with those of Jesus.

You know who's friends with Ezra Pound?

But what he was in fact doing

was sending James Angleton a message.

Because he knew that the room

in Beirut had to have been bugged

and that the CIA were either listening

or would procure the tape later.

He had me at first, though.

I really did think he was

comparing himself to Jesus.

Then, when I thought it through later,

like you obviously have,

well done, by the way.

Are you being facetious?

No, I don't think so.

Not this time.

What message was Philby sending?

If I know Kim,

he worked very hard over the years

to fool Angleton into believing

that if he ever should

defect to Moscow one day,

that it would in fact be as a CIA asset.

What do you mean, "If you know Kim"?

Turn of phrase.

Yes, I need to order a taxi at

Queen's Gallery gate, please.

- Don't get up.

- Crikey.

The peasants they let

in here these days.

Guy.

Plant's on the move in a taxi.

We intercepted the call

and sent Jock in there.

He also just called someone

at an untraceable exchange

for all of 12 seconds.

That'll be someone from his KGB network.

Head to Regent's Park, please.

You can speak your mind here, Kim.

Clear the air, I always say.

Well

Maclean was the one who

was blown in '51, not you.

You were never in any danger.

All I asked you to do

was get a message to him.

To warn him.

Not to bloody run off

to Moscow with him.

Maybe I wanted to run.

And leave me in the f*ring line.

Maybe I'd had enough of England

and all its little hypocrisies.

Or perhaps, you were running

out of navvies to bugger, hm?

To the glorious Soviet navy

and their big new submarines.

That's enough, comrade.

Change subject.

Whiskey?

So

How is poor old Nick

Elliott faring these days?

I imagine he must be feeling

pretty bloody raw, poor sod.

He'll live.

To find that your dearest

friend was in fact anything but.

That's a proper old kick in the goolies.

It's so lovely to see you again, Guy.

To old friends.

I need to point Percy at the porcelain.

I hear it went well today.

At the Lubyanka.

You don't honestly expect them to

ever fully trust you again, do you?

Because no matter how hard you

try or what you do to impress them,

you won't.

You're not a communist.

You're a spy.

Someone who befriends and betrays

seduces and infects.

You and I were born that

way, it's how we're built.

All fine and dandy when you're

over there among friends.

And now you're here

it's finished.

Termine.

Take it from me,

all that's left now

is their vodka.

I am a communist.

Oh, come here you silly old

Ow! Ooh, oh!

You shouldn't have run when you did.

I never recovered from that.

You ruined everything.

Is that someone?

Dobryy vecher. Kak proshlo na lubyanke?

- Lu-byan-ka?

- Ah, yes, er, jolly good.

Jolly good, thank you.

We're getting on this one.

Fares, please.

Any more fares, please? Any more fares?

It's on.

We now have a man in the KGB.

What did I tell you?

Next stop, Embankment!

Ten years ago, when MI5 suspected Philby

of helping Burgess and

Maclean escape to Moscow,

you, as I recall, were

his staunchest ally.

So I'll say it again.

"Sending you to Beirut

would be a colossal mistake."

Nyet, nyet, nyet, nyet!

Brosit oruzhiye!

There were two of

them, a man and a woman.

- The woman refused to be taken alive.

- That's not what's supposed to

You don't k*ll them! You watch them.

You feed them false

information, disinformation.

- Sometimes, it's better to send a strong message.

- Why?

She gave me a CIA safe house

location here in Moscow.

f*cking hell!

That's 20 f*cking years' work

you people have just incinerated!

Where's the vodka?

What?

I'm your friend.

We are your friends.

I gave them a gold mine.

A gold mine. A CIA safe house.

And this is what they do.

This is how you treat me.

You are a Soviet hero.

Now I know why you tried so

hard to stop me going to Beirut.

What?

You'd better sit.

Saveloy and chips, please.

Oh, f*ck it.