Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy Page #3

Fine.

Carry on.

Thank you.

And I strik e thee down...

Oh, I, er...

Not supposed to.

Doctor's orders.

Wicked, wick ed George.

I don't know about you, George,

but I feel seriously under-f*** ed.

I heard Ann left you again.

She doesn't deserve you, George,

not one hair on your head.

You left the Circus

shortly after I retired.

I didn't leave. I was dismissed.

Chuck ed out on the rubbish heap,

lik e you.

Why?

'Polyak ov.

'Do you remember him? '

'From the Soviet Embassy? '

'Alexsey Polyak ov,

cultural attach here in London.

'When he arrived here 15 years ago,

I requested he be check ed out.

'He was graded whiter than white.

Didn't put a foot wrong.'

'But you disagreed? '

'There's a story

you must have heard

'that Karla has set up a secret cell.

'The personnel are all ex-military,

'trained to handle

deep-penetration agents, moles.'

'There are always stories,

Connie. '

'But what if this story was true?

'One night in research

I saw something, George.

'There was our friend Polyak ov

at a May day parade in Berlin

'receiving a salute.'

'Why would you salute

a cultural attach? '

'Exactly.

Unless he was a war veteran himself.'

And if he was, why hide the fact?

What did you do?

I went straight to Esterhase and Alleline.

Here.

Polyak ov is a Karla-trained hood

if ever I saw one.

If he's here, it must be

because he's running a mole.

You're to leave Polyak ov alone.

You're becoming obsessed with him.

- You're losing your sense of proportion.

- But that's ridiculous.

Perhaps it's time

you went out into the real world.

What does it matter?

Old Circus is gone anyway.

Here we are.

The N ursery in our day.

Jim Prideaux.

And Bill Haydon.

Together, of course.

The Inseparables.

There's Control himself.

All my boys.

All my lovely boys.

That was a good time, George.

A real war.

Englishmen could be proud then.

So I was right, then?

About Polyak ov.

There is a mole.

If it's bad, don't come back.

I want to remember you all as you were.

Percy?

Percy, did you mix this?

Aye, I did so.

You Calvinistic, penny-pinching Scot.

Can you nae learn

to tak e a bloody order?

Nobody tampers with the recipe!

- I followed the recipe.

- Come on.

It'll tak e us five hours

to get drunk on this monk ey's piss.

# He's not the first

- # He's not the first

- Oh, well.

- # He's the second best secret agent

- Merry Christmas.

# I n the whole wide world

# He's not number one

# But not the worst

# He's just the second best

secret agent

# I n the whole wide world

# He's every bit

# As good as what's-his-name

# With a dame

# Any dame

# And all those bullet holes

are in his vest

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