The Fourth Protocol

I'm Kim Philby, Major.

That is, Colonel Philby

KGB, retired...

I think you will find I have

an appointment with General Govorshin

The Chairman of the KGB General

Govorshin left three hours ago.

But that's impossible.

I was summoned for

an important conference with him.

I regret,

the Comrade General charged me

to make an alternative arrangement.

And what, pray, might that be?

Major Valeri Alexeivitch Petrofsky?

At ease.

You're a fortunate man, Major Petrofsky

You have been chosen for a mission

of the utmost importance.

If you are successful you will return

to honours

and promotions beyond your dreams.

As Chairman of the KGB,

I am giving you a director order.

You will accept my authority,

and my authority alone.

You will consult neither your

Camp Kommandant

nor the head of

the Illegals Directorate.

Nor will you reveal details

of this mission to anyone.

Major Pavlov her will be in charge

of your briefing

if you have any questions,

you will direct them to him.

They tell me you are the star

of the Illegals Directorate.

You will need to be.

Thank you, London! It's fifteen minutes

to midnight and here

in Trafalgar Square huge crowds

are already gathering to welcome

in the New Year everyone's

in good spirits.

The crowd is cheerful but orderly

and the police so far,

have had an easy time.

St John's Ambulance have only had

to deal with a few people fainting up

in the studio in Glasgow

our Hogmanay party is in full swing

so... let's go north of the border

to join in the fun

Nigel!

I've some reinforcements...

Drunkard sod!

It's Jeremy!

Tell Nigel to open the bloody door!

James... Happy New Year.

What flat do you want, sir?

I've got the reinforcements for Nigel!

Yes. But what flat number, sir?

Don't worry

I'll follow the noise.

Happy New Year.

Bingo...

Ah! Preston.

Come and sit down.

Preston, I have told the Committee

that I did not authorise

your action last night.

I have also told them

you have needlessly alerted Berenson

to our investigations by

recklessly blowing up his safe!

Presumably you have some explanation

for the decision, Preston?

Well, we've got Berenson.

What we need now is the name

of his controller.

If Berenson believes

it was only a burglary

he won't be afraid to contact him.

But that still doesn't explain why

you didn't ask for my authorisation.

You wouldn't have given it.

That will be all, Preston.

Berenson's away, I take it?

He's at a house party in Yorkshire.

With his wife.

Yes, but, er, tomorrow is Saturday,

Sir Anthony

we don't expect him back until Monday

we will pick him up then.

But do you go along with that, Preston?

He has a girlfriend.

I'm sorry what's that got to do with it

Quite.

I wouldn't be surprised if he found

an excuse to leave the wife

in Yorkshire come back early,

and start the New Year with a bang.

I see.

What do you want, Preston?

Round the clock surveillance.

Three teams of watchers.

Phone tap. Mail intercept.

Everything, immediately.

Twenty four men round the clock

for an indefinite period!?

That would mean wrecking at least three

of our current operations.

Brian, I'm sure you'll agree that

this Berenson business

is of overriding importance.

Yes, of course, Sir Anthony.

Alright, Preston, you've got it.

Gentlemen,

I suggest we reconvene after lunch.

Preston.

Got a moment?

Close the door.

Just what the hell do you think

you are playing at!!!

First, you have the unmitigated qall

to proceed without my permission.

Then you deliberately try to embarrass

the service in front of that sh*t,

Irvine!

Of course,

I'm well aware that

you somehow consider yourself

as outside the normal chain

of command but let me remind you that

this is a SERVICE not a free-for-all!

And when you've finished showing off,

you come back to work for me

and I as Director General

of the Security Service...

Acting Director General...

Bernard Hemmings isn't dead yet.

Look, Preston let's get this straight.

If, or rather when,

I am confirmed as head

of this department you are just going

to disappear.

Without trace.

I will bear that in mind.

In the meantime, I want another report

Complete in every detail, on my desk

before you go home.

Would that include this meeting, Sir?

Do it!!!

Yes, Sir.

General Govorshin asked me

to give you this.

Your final instructions.

Okay. Could you put these

in the car for me?

Thank you.

Nigel.

Bernard how are you?

Terrible.

But I'd rather you didn't mention

it to Harcourt Smith.

Or has that little sh*t already

got me dead and buried?

Not quite.

But he does seem pretty confident

that he will be your successor.

Has he got rid of all my people?

No there are still a few flies

in his ointment.

John Preston, in particular.

Good man, John.

What's he been up

to?

Well, that's what I wanted to talk

to you about.

Perston's caught

that prick Berenson leaking NATO papers

And I'd appreciate a little chat

about what we might do with him.

Julia?

George.

How was the New Year?

How was yours?

So, so.

How about tonight, then?

Yes, lovely.

Seven?

Okay.

Fine.

See you then.

'Bye.

'Bye.

Oh my God!

Hello?

Julia. I'm sorry, darling,

something's come up

I'm afraid I'll have to skip tonight.

Why? Is it Angela?

No. It's the bloody office.

Oh, Geroge, I'm sorry about that.

So am I.

I'll, er, call you tomorrow. Alright?

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