I have information about a major KGB operation.
I have a name. As time goes on, I will have more,
each a retired or inactive agent.
How are you given the names?
A dead letter drop.
You debriefed Arkady. You're inclined to believe him.
Bobby: It all sounds damn fishy to me. I mean,
he's broken enough legs to make colonel in the KGB,
but he's going to turn his back on the whole lot
because he fancies a trip to Harrods?
My... my period, just now.
Joe: You never had any problem shooting an unarmed woman.
She was a traitor.
Which reminds me, what do they know about you?
60% of what's here is highly accurate intelligence.
The other 40-odd percent is fabricated.
They wanted to send us on a wild goose chase.
They sacrificed incomplete intel
to convince us the name was real,
to distract us. Unless
what they're really planning is far more dangerous
than anything we've imagined so far.
Bobby: It was misdirection from the start.
Comrade Arkady feeds us some nonsense
about defecting and a secret heinous plot to keep us busy
while the real Operation Glass plays out elsewhere.
Daddy: Joe?
You were his first point of contact.
What were your observations?
He was disillusioned, determined.
He was definitely scared, you know, but, I don't know.
Maybe he was afraid of us, not them.
Well, a fairly crucial distinction.
What happened to "he tugged his left earlobe,
so we can trust him implicitly"?
I can't be certain.
Bobby: So we bring him in. We have to.
No.
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.
Shadow him.
Search his flat.
We need to know who we're dealing with.
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He was checking a private mailbox.
Fourth row down, fourth from the right.
Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't there.
Sarah: He's clearly been receiving
secret communications via this mailbox.
Bobby: So while he was keeping us busy with the ads in the Times,
turns out he was getting his real instructions elsewhere.
Daddy: Then it would seem safe to assume
that Arkady has been in on the deception from the start.
He knew his role was to
create a smokescreen.
But that may still be all he knows.
The flat?
The team looked at everything in Arkady's flat,
but on first glance, it all looks clean.
So we use him to lead us to his handler,
the next step up the food chain.
Sarah: We use their own tradecraft against them.
They've already established
the protocol of the classified ads.
"Dear cousin Andrew."
Sarah: If we were to place an advert ourselves,
either he knows Kate Wilkinson
was supposed to be the final name,
in which case he might try to contact Moscow,
which could lead us to his handler, or...
Joe: Or he'll follow protocol... contact us,
go to the dead letter drop...
and we give him a name and location.
To what end, exactly?
Well, I can't pretend it'll be much more than a fishing expedition,
but if Arkady thinks he's meeting a fellow comrade,
he might be persuaded to let something slip,
something we might be able to use.
Daddy: Well, then.
Go fish.
Joe: Arkady called in. He's seen the advert.
He'll collect the name at the dead letter drop.
All good?
Yeah. A name, meeting place, and a message.
What was the name?
Sarah: Annabel Reeve.
Research chemist at UCL
working on the industrial application of synthetic organic compounds.
Recruited as a student by a charismatic professor.
Father dead, mother ailing, no siblings.
Unmarried but sexually promiscuous.
So, not about to settle down and have babies, then.
I'd imagine she's too busy bedding half of Unilever
on the orders of the KGB.
Rather her than me.
All set?
We want you in situ before our friend arrives.
[Chatter]
[Man speaking Italian]
Sarah: Subject sighted.
Alan: We're off.
Miss Reeve?
Yes.
I believe we once met at the conference in Torquay.
Yes, I remember.
The weather was unseasonably warm.
How nice to see you again.
Signor?
It's fine, Alfredo. My friend isn't eating.
Well, I will leave you to your lunch.
Was there nothing else?
I assumed you would understand.
I was hop... hoping...
I'm sorry. I'm only the messenger.
No, I know. Of course...
but please, if I could just...
talk to you, just for a moment?
Please.
All right.
For a moment.
I won't ask anything I shouldn't.
I couldn't answer you if you did.
No, of course. It's just...
It's just...
My dedication and...
and conviction are as strong as ever,
but I'm finding... I'm finding it hard.
It's the waiting and the isolation.
I mean, I know it has to be this way,
I know the less each of us knows,
the safer it is, but still.
You just need to hold on.
It won't be for much longer.
It won't?
You mean...
because I was told that when you made contact,
it would be the endgame.
Yes.
The operation is progressing as planned.
Then you know what means, don't you?
You've seen the whole picture.
I'm afraid that's all I can tell you,
but trust me... everything is about to change.
And when it does,
we will all be rewarded.
I have to go now.
Do you think...
we might be able to meet again?
I'm afraid that won't be possible.
Goodbye, Annabel.
Goodbye.
- [Door chime] - Shit.
[Arkady sighs]
Everything go okay?
Yes, it was fine.
You were gone for quite a while.
There was a waiter, so I had to stay.
But no problems, no?
No, no. Let's just go, shall we?
Sure.
Waterhouse.
Shouldn't you be holed up somewhere tapping bolshie phone lines?
A man has to eat, Andrew.
Actually, I'm glad I ran into you,
saves me a phone call.
Um, need you to put a team on standby for me.
We may need a spot of backup in the not so distant.
Oh, I'm afraid that may not be possible.
How so?
There's the small matter of a major vice operation, for one thing.
I take it you've heard about this.
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Now, our liaison chappy, Fenchurch,
was pulled in to lend a hand. Oops.
By the by, um, we'll need him with us
full-time till further notice,
- if you can pass that down the line. - No can do, I'm afraid.
We need all the manpower we've got right now.
I don't see why if the raid's already taken place.
It's the mere tip of the iceberg, old boy.
There are witness reports to examine,
leads to follow up. Um, you
live up that way, don't you, Waterhouse?
No, dear boy, the mater and I are in Belgravia.
Oh, my mistake. For some reason,
I always associate you with that area.
Listen, Andrew, this is from on high,
so do what you have to. Just make sure we have
a dozen officers ready to go.
You can't just commandeer my men.
If you need backup, you make an official request.
You go through the proper channels.
Yes, because that worked out so well last time, didn't it?
We requested a team to monitor Kasimir Surikov.
You, however, took it upon yourself to recall them.
As a result, our man wound up with a knife in his guts.
For God's sake.
Now, I haven't shared
that particular nugget with Daddy or your superiors,
but I imagine it'd result in a very black mark
against your name, would it not?
Might rather put the kibosh on your promotion.
Might even mean a demotion,
knowing how dear old Malcolm does love a scapegoat.
So let's continue in a spirit of cooperation, shall we?
There's a good chap.
Yes, I'll tell Fenchurch he's with us from now on.
How'd it go?
Yeah, he stuck to the party line.
"The end is in sight. You'll be rewarded for your sacrifices."
But he... he's hiding something.
One thing's certain. Whatever they're up to is about to happen.
- Did he say that? - Yeah.
Shit.
When did the postal strike end?
Uh, midnight.
Oh, damn, I was supposed to post Carol's mum's birthday card.
Afternoon, sir.
I'm here on behalf of Customs and Excise.
- Yeah? - We have reason to believe that
a Russian national has been having
black market goods delivered to this address.
I don't know nothing about that.
Well, I'm going to need to ask you to open
those mailboxes over there for me.
[Sigh] Boxes is locked.
Owners have keys.
- You don't have a copy? - Mm-mmm.
What happens if you place something in the wrong box by mistake?
Don't make mistakes.
Okay.
I'm going to have to come back here with a police officer and a search warrant.
Okey dokey.
Thank you.
[Toilet flushing]
[Knocking]
You needed me.
Come in, Bobby.
Please, sit.
Andrew has some information he wishes to share with us.
Oh, yes?
As I say, this is strictly off the record.
We've been given a statement
by one of the rent boys from the Heath raid.
In it, he refers to a regular punter
who works as some kind of civil servant.
Now, apparently this chap likes to brag
that his work is of national importance,
very hush-hush,
tell you I'll have to kill you sort of thing.
Now, of course, this may be complete fantasy,
but the thing is, he has given us
a very detailed description of this man,
and I'm afraid to say he sounds rather like you,
Bobby.
Does he really.
Well, now, of course, this may come to nothing, but,
well, given the inevitable security concerns that will be raised...
Well, I can of course assure you I'm not the man he's describing.
Anyhow, I just wanted to give you the lie of the land.
I will leave you with the information
- to do with what you will. - Daddy: Thank you, Andrew.
[Door opens]
[Closes]
For the record,
I wish to state that I have never met this person,
and should he provide times and dates for these alleged encounters,
I shall be able to categorically disprove his allegations.
I'm sure you shall.
Trouble is, once these things are out there,
it's not so easy to put them back into their box, now.
Is it?
Alan: So all these other cards were in Arkady's flat?
Uh-huh. Search team found them in a drawer.
Now, they were blank,
just thrown in with some other stationery.
I didn't think they were significant
till I found the other one.
- And they were all checked for hidden writing? - Mm-hmm.
There was nothing.
You said the envelope in the mailbox
had a French postmark?
Rouen. Sent five days ago.
What do you think?
Well, obviously we don't know the order they arrived in,
but, if memory serves, we have
six Tuscan poets,
the Five Senses by one of the Bruegels,
the elder or possibly the younger.
Cezanne's Four Bathers, Three Dancers by Degas,
two of Raphael's angels. You said it was a Delaunay in the mailbox?
Premier disque.
It's a countdown.
Certainly looks that way.
It's hardly usual KGB protocol.
Apart from anything else, the party doesn't approve of abstract art.
Joe? Arkady's on the move.
Joe: The cards are a countdown.
A man at the hotel just called in.
Arkady's picked up the last one.
Daddy: Where is he now?
Wendy: A petrol station in Elephant and Castle.
Joe: So, whatever the cards are counting down to, this must be it.
We still have no idea what it is.
Sarah: Most obvious scenario is a rendezvous or exchange of some kind.
The French postmark might indicate
another KGB agent entering the country.
Bobby: Or Arkady leaving.
If his work's done here, maybe they've told him,
head for the continent. Daddy,
I hate to be repetitive, but the man is our only lead.
We should bring him in now, get him to talk.
Three cars, three teams of two, but don't let him
out of your sight. Bobby, you'll provide
intelligence support from this end.
Assuming he has a full tank,
there's no knowing where he's headed,
but whatever happens, we cannot lose him.
Bobby: Are we set?
Wendy: Just waiting for the radio link.
Good. We'll make sure we can talk to all three cars.
[Laughter]
Sarah.
He's taking the next right. He's all yours.
Roger that.
Subject now headed west on the B2070,
so we can rule out Dover or Folkestone,
or he could be running a cleaning route.
Either way, the words "wild" and "goose"
are starting to spring to mind.
It could be Lydd.
- Sorry? - Lydd. He could be heading for the airport.
I thought they'd stopped running the air ferries.
They still have a passenger service.
My aunt flew from there to Le Touquet.
Sarah, can you hear me?
- Sarah: Receiving. - He's currently on course for Lydd airfield.
Now, you cannot let him get on a plane.
Head him off at the departure gate if you have to,
but I repeat, do not let him get on a plane.
If worse comes to worst, couldn't we
just ask the French to pick him up at the other end?
Have you ever tried asking the French to do anything?
Besides, God knows what passport he's using.
They'd never bloody find him. Hmm! Sarah?
I need you to monitor the exits.
Are you sure?
Because he did only meet me the once. Perhaps I could...
[announcement]
[Chatter]
Announcer: The 4:45 flight to Le Touqet is now ready for boarding.
Can passengers please make their way
to the departure gate.
[Announcement]
Sarah: Excuse me.
Are there any men flying alone on this flight?
I'll check.
No single men, I'm afraid.
Thank you.
Excuse me, excuse me.
He hasn't gone through yet.
There's no man flying alone on the manifest.
Well, then he must be meeting someone.
Girl: Papa!
Joe: Celine and Sylvie Dumarc.
Arkady was a guest lecturer at the university of Lille six years ago.
Celine was teaching art history there.
According to Arkady, they found out she was pregnant
just before he was ordered by the KGB
to return to Britain,
so they got married in secret.
She stayed in France with the baby
and he tried to find a way for them to be together
without fear of KGB reprisal.
It could be true.
Let's find out.
This is madness.
You lied about your family.
So why should we believe anything else you've told us?
Because everything I've told you
has played out just as I said it would.
Why were you following me?
The meeting in the restaurant.
What was that?
What made you think I couldn't be trusted?
We found out Operation Glass was a fake.
I'm sor... no, no. I don't understand.
Operation Glass,
the operation you led us to.
It was never meant as anything more than a distraction,
something to keep us busy
while the real business went on elsewhere.
No. No, no, no.
This... that makes no sense.
You are saying Moscow wanted you to know about Operation Glass,
but how could they?
They couldn't have known I would defect.
That's rather my point.
It was only after they briefed me,
once I knew about the operation, about David Hexton.
That's when I decided,
when I knew I had something to offer you.
And then what, Moscow simply changed their plans?
You turned
and the KGB spontaneously engineered an entirely new fictitious operation?
No. No, no, no. I don't know.
Maybe they were watching Hexton.
Maybe that led them to your people.
Maybe that led them to me.
Or maybe you've been working for Moscow all along
and it's time to stop the pretense.
You know what this means?
If they have known, from the beginning,
if they have known...
I was betraying them,
I'm dead.
I'm already dead.
And yet you appear to be very much alive.
Joe: The car's here.
They're ready to go.
Sylvie.
Papa!
Kasha?
Mon cœur.
- _ - _
_
Allez.
Allez, allez.
They've been taken to a safe house.
I'll make sure they're looked after properly.
MI5 aren't going to let you see them
until you give me something.
I told you, I have nothing to give.
Is there nothing you've held back?
A piece of information, a contact?
Somebody inside the KGB you could talk to?
What? I would be dead as soon as I left this house.
You know they have a man who deals with traitors overseas.
Grown men are so afraid of him,
they won't even call him by his name.
They just call him Odin.
Odin.
And now they say he's here.
- Where did you hear this? - From a friend
working at the embassy,
an old comrade from the army.
Bogdan.
He drinks too much, sometimes talks too much.
He said Odin is here.
Wendy, I... just wanted to say, excellent job earlier.
Oh, thank you. I mean, it was just luck, really.
I mean, if my aunt hadn't been to Le Touquet...
Quite, quite, but still,
bit of quick thinking saved all our bacon.
Um, speaking of, uh, um, of which, um, no,
I wondered if I might buy you
a spot of supper when we're done here.
Oh... I...
Just as a thank you. And, uh,
well, I know mother tends to glower, rather,
whenever you try to use the kitchen.
Can't have you wasting away, now, can we?
Well, I manage pretty well on tea and toast.
But, uh,
all right. Supper would be lovely.
Capital.
Daddy: And you still think Arkady can be trusted.
He's just trying to protect his family.
Do you agree?
Nothing Arkady has said or done
contradicts that interpretation.
Bobby: But the fact remains the man's lied to us consistently.
Now, I for one would like Mr. Malinov to prove himself
a great deal more worthy of our trust
before we take his word for anything.
Joe: He's given us the name of his source
inside the embassy, Bogdan Rodchenko.
He's a senior telecommunications officer.
They fought together on the eastern front.
He's the man who told Arkady about Odin.
Then have Arkady make contact.
This man Bogdan's compromised himself already.
Let's see what else he can be persuaded to divulge.
If Bogdan is his friend,
Arkady won't want to put him in that kind of danger.
Then we'll tell him we'll no longer
provide protection for him and his family.
Joe: You want to blackmail a man
using the lives of his wife and child?
I'm sorry if that offends your sensibilities.
Well, intel obtained by coercion is never reliable.
If the alternative is no intel at all...
Arkady is all we've got.
We must ensure his total cooperation.
You do whatever you have to do.
Arkady: Bogdan is a good man. He's a loyal man.
If I do this, if I ask him to betray his country,
you know what they will do to him.
I wouldn't ask you if there was any other way.
Me, I'm as good as dead.
- But to do this to my friend? - You're right.
You are as good as dead,
and right now, we're the only thing that's standing between you
and a bullet from the KGB.
Same goes for your family.
This is meant to encourage me?
It's meant to help you understand.
If you help us to stop this operation,
if we bring in Odin, then you, your wife,
your daughter, you'll finally be safe.
And if I don't do this?
Then MI5 would have to consider
our association to be at an end.
She's six years old.
Well, then...
Please.
Help us.
Bogdan.
Arkasha!
_
Couple of chaps at the club mentioned this place.
Said the food was rather good.
I hadn't expected it to be quite so...
Yes... yes, it is, rather.
We may as well have something as we're here, don't you think?
Yes, of course.
Who's that?
Uh, no one.
I think he's something in accounting.
Yes, the bouillabaisse looks quite good.
_
Mr. Rodchenko, your friend here,
his family is in great danger.
Now, if you do this,
I might be in a position to persuade my superiors to help them.
_
Tell him what you need.
We need all information linked to the operative codenamed Odin.
I work only in telecommunication.
I'm not cleared.
But you knew he was in the country.
There was a call on a secure line.
I could tell it was from a local number.
Find us that number.
Find out who he was talking to.
Look for any other communications
he's sent or received, and names.
Get us names of anyone he's met with
or anyone he's spoken to.
Anything you can give us will be of help.
_
I am so sorry, my friend.
I wish there was another way.
Ah, oui, je crois que ça suffira pour l'instant.
Excellent, excellent.
That's Russel Woodbridge from a-branch.
Is it?
Oh, yes. So it is.
And there at least four other desk officers here,
all with women who appear to be not their wives.
- That's appalling. - Is that why we're here?
- I'm not sure I... - Please don't insult my intelligence.
I made it perfectly clear I would only stay at the house
on the condition that our situation remain private.
- Yes, I realize that. - Now here I am,
being paraded like a prize heifer.
- Oh, my dear, now, really, I... - It won't do, Bobby. It really won't.
I know things are rather tricky for you at the office at the moment,
but this isn't fair.
We had an agreement, and...
You broke it.
- I'm going to go. - No, Wendy, please, at least drink your soup.
I shall start looking for new lodgings in the morning.
La fierté des femmes.
[Laugh]
Bugger.
[Whistling]
Do you know what happened to me tonight?
I was blanked by Malcolm St. George.
Malcolm bloody St. George, and do you know why?
- Mother... - Because there's a rumor going around
that my son has been buggering boys
on Hampstead Heath!
Could we not discuss this now?
You're not even going to deny it?
An incompetent colleague is trying to cause trouble,
but I'm dealing with it. It's going to be...
You stupid,
disgusting little pervert!
Everything I've done for you, and you're so weak!
You let them take it all away!
Just like your father!
You repulse me!
Get out!
Go on! Get out!
[Telephone ringing]
Hello?
Bogdan made contact half an hour ago.
The meet's set for 12:30 in Bonneville Square.
Arkady is to go alone.
So,
we're assuming Bogdan has information to pass on.
Or he went straight back to the embassy
and reported everything to the KGB.
Bobby: Well, then clearly we have two possible outcomes.
Best case scenario,
Bogdan hands us intel that cracks Operation Glass wide open.
Worst case,
he has betrayed Arkady to his superiors
and they're sending someone,
quite possibly Odin, to get rid of him,
in which case we may have a chance to get our hands on Odin himself.
Daddy: Then we must be ready for either eventuality.
Bobby,
liaise with special branch.
We're going to need armed backup and as many
bodies as they can spare.
As soon as Arkady's in place,
we need to cover every exit.
Stay as close as you can without blowing cover.
No, Sergeant, I will not be making
a written request in triplicate.
You were instructed to have armed officers on standby
for just this eventuality.
I want a team in position in exactly an hour and a half.
Well, you can inform
your commanding officer that this comes direct from the head of MI5,
acting with the full authority of the home office,
and if anyone, anyone
in your ramshackle organization wishes to question that authority,
I suggest they take it up with the Prime Minister!
[Slam]
- Yes. - We're still looking for building plans,
but it's proving rather difficult to find out exactly...
Bobby: Right, everyone!
Down tools!
Now, I need to know every rear exit,
every fire escape, in fact,
every blasted inch of every building in Bonneville Square!
So for the next two hours,
this takes full priority! Is that understood?
Well, then get to it.
Alan: I'm sorry it's so bulky.
We just need to be sure we get the conversation on tape,
just in case you don't...
Well, anyway.
You're all done.
You okay?
[Sigh]
You think Bogdan has talked?
Well, you said you could trust him.
But you think I'm wrong.
So what am I? Bait?
We'll have men everywhere.
We'll be watching your every step.
If Odin makes an appearance, we'll get to him.
Trust me.
Trusting you is one thing.
It's the others.
How do you think Moscow knew I had turned?
I don't know.
Maybe you made a mistake, maybe they were watching you.
Maybe.
Let him see his family.
_
- _ - _
_
We need to go.
Everyone's in place.
Ow!
Okay?
[Sigh]
All right, obviously this isn't the best time,
- but whatever it is that's wrong... - There's nothing wrong.
I just wish you'd decide to talk to me about it,
because this...
this isn't us.
They're here.
- Just be... - [Door shuts]
careful.
[Baby crying]
[Bus braking]
Malinov?
Malinov, hi!
[Laugh]
Martin. Hello.
Well, it's funny seeing you here.
Yeah, I'm waiting for a friend for lunch.
Oh. Oh, good, very nice.
Oh, listen, the department meeting on Friday.
Now, I hope I can count on your support.
These timetable changes don't work.
No, no, absolutely. Ridiculous. Yeah.
Good! Okay, well, I'll see you on Friday, then.
Oh, and, uh, enjoy your lunch.
_
[Gasping]
I've got you, I've got you. I've got you.
You're okay.
You did it.
Odin didn't come.
He didn't come.
I'm just sorry you went through all that for nothing.
No.
Not for nothing, my friend.
Not for nothing.
Bogdan says this is what you need.
_
Phoenix.
That's what it said.
Is Phoenix a person, an operation?
We don't know.
And there was no sign of Odin?
No, but special branch assure me
they conducted a thorough search.
Daddy: Alan, I want you to go back through
every recording in the archive if necessary.
It there's reference to the word "Phoenix,"
we need to find it.
Yes, of course.
Daddy: Wendy, the same with the registry.
Start with all recent communications, work back.
Yes, Daddy.
Joe: How about Arkady?
He did everything we asked of him.
We'll gain nothing by putting him back on the street.
Let's reunite him with his family.
The new identities?
I'll check. Should be ready, steady, go.
We'll need to get him out of London.
Somewhere safe.
Somewhere where they'll be protected.
Take Mr. Malinov
to the East Finchley safe house.
He and his family have an early start in the morning.
What about Bogdan?
Pick him up as soon as he leaves the embassy.
Let's see if we can turn him officially.
Well, he was doing a favor for a friend.
I don't really think he's agent material.
Bobby: And I disagree.
I'd say he's proved himself more than competent.
We need to exploit that.
Let's pick him up.
- Sarah, could we possibly... - Sorry, Alan, not now.
Andrew, isn't it?
I'm an old friend of your mother's.
Hester Waterhouse.
Oh, yes?
How is dear Phyllis?
Still dependent on the tranquilizers?
- I beg your pardon. - And what about your father?
Does he still keep that little tart in Bayswater?
Oh, probably not. It was years ago.
Of course, no one told Phyllis.
Why put her through pain like that?
But rumors
have a terrible habit of resurfacing, don't they?
Hm-hmm. Oh!
Cynthia!
This time tomorrow, you'll be starting a new life.
That's got to feel pretty good.
You okay?
I have to tell you something.
Go on.
When Bogdan gave me the name,
he said something else.
He said you should look inside MI5.
I don't understand.
He was trying to say that Phoenix is one of you.
You have a mole.
[Knock, door opens]
The Malinovs' passports are all set.
I just need final authorization for payment and so forth.
Good.
One other thing.
Just to be clear,
I won't be forced out by rumor and innuendo.
If allegations are to be made, then I shall face them head-on.
I refuse to be shuffled off on gardening leave
- or any other ghastly euphemism. - Well,
that's not really up to you now, Bobby, is it?
Whatever else, I think I've earned the right to a fair hearing.
You owe me that at least.
Oh. Do I indeed?
Well,
as it happens,
the young man seems to have
amended his description.
So,
unless you've shrunk five inches
and acquired a limp,
you're in the clear.
Right.
Good. Well, I knew it was only a matter of time.
Of course.
Anyway, I'll send Wendy across with that authorization.
Very good.
Arkady: Once we are settled,
I shall buy her a puppy.
A little girl should have pet, I think.
I always wanted a puppy.
Well, maybe I'll buy one for you too.
[Laugh]
So, what now?
Now we, uh... we wait.
They'll be here any minute.
Okay.
Cup of tea?
Yes, please.
[Gunfire]
Hi, Joe.
It's nice to see you again.
No, no, no. Stay there, I think.
So, here I am,
come to kill the traitor.
It's familiar, no?
Not to worry.
[Coughing] He is nearly dead.
I'll see you soon.
Arkady!
Hey! Hey.
You're going to be okay. All right?
Listen to me, look at me.
Look at me, look at me!
You're going to be fine. You're going to be fine.
Just look at me, look at me.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
[Car engine starting]
They found Bogdan.
I don't get it. How in the hell did Odin know where you'd be?
He knew because one of us told him.
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