Joy Division

Inner strength. Equality.

The recognition of the total freedom of the individual.

When you're free...

it's easy to take your liberty for granted.

'Course, I knew deep down I'd never be safe.

No matter where I went...

there was always a chance someone would find me.

From the start...

all I ever had was a wish to be free. And that...

can't be a crime, can it?

Thomas! Get in here! It's still in good shape.

My entire generation, driven to the front.

And sacrificed in a firestorm.

Listen...

Get over here now!

Rotten bastards!

Max!

And the red storm consumed us.

Stay strong! And you'll survive anything.

Loyal to new masters...

in debt for a life rebuilt.

Comrade Stalin... takes care of orphans.

Dedicated people with a strong sense of ideology

were needed.

Here. Breakfast.

Loyal people who could not be tempted.

I was one of these people.

Not a citizen but a soldier.

And I could be sacrificed.

Like my generation many years before...

when I got away.

I was unable to see the truth.

My whole existence was a lie...

and I thrived on persecuting the helpless and the workers.

I was deranged.

Believed in a man who was mentally ill.

On the orders of this man, I murdered and I looted.

I was an enemy of freedom.

I know this now...

and I want only to express my love and gratitude...

to our great leader Comrade Stalin.

I further declare myself...

a dedicated and loyal Socialist worker.

His name is Albert Steiner.

That was in 1950. Do you remember him?

It was the year I graduated from the Suvorov.

But it was discovered that he was an informer...

for the British Secret Police.

Your new identity.

A whole new life.

As you know we have a vast network of operatives...

and every instruction must be carried out to the letter.

We could well be at war...

with the Western Imperialists by the end of the year...

your part in the common struggle is vital.

Loyalty is at question here.

Details. Coded messages.

It was highly complex.

And for my part, I knew only where to go.

And for security. Knew no more.

Tally-ho.

Right on time, Sixty-two. Anything to report?

To the letter.

Good.

You rendezvous tomorrow. Midday.

Hyde Park.

Your contact will approach you.

Understood.

Your report with me...

will be at 10:00 on the following morning.

Tally-ho.

So, you got a name?

Edward. Edward Cook.

I'm Yvonne Are you from out of town, then?

Yes. Mr. Dailey won't mind me looking while he's not here?

No, Neville's my uncle. He's all right like that.

Well, don't surprise us. What do you think?

Just what I'm looking for.

Great. When are you moving in, then?

Uncle Neville wants someone in quickly.

Today? Here's one week's in advance.

Like it said in the paper.

That's all right, I trust you.

You can settle it with Uncle Neville. He'll be home soon.

Could I interest you in some blooms, sir?

You look like you're waiting for a young lady.

How many do you have for sale?

- How many would sir like? - Sixty-two.

Excellent. I think I can be of service, sir.

Good to meet you, Sixty-two. You can call me Dennis.

So what's the message?

Message? Oh, there's no message. Not today.

Just a simple face-to-face introduction.

My way of doing things.

I like to know who I'm dealing with.

You know, friendly face and all that.

You can tell Control, or what is known as Control...

that there is nothing to report as yet.

First, from here on...

all our meetings will be arranged by ourselves...

and strictly by no one else.

Second, if you are followed to a meeting...

break contact and reconvene...

one hour earlier the next day at St. Paul's.

What do you mean by "what is known as Control?"

Well, you know. Really...

we are all our own controllers, aren't we?

I don't follow you.

Well, it's words and their meanings.

Control is control by name...

but how far does that name, as a word...

stretch to a meaning?

I'm sorry, but I don't understand where this conversation leads.

And I'm sorry, it doesn't lead anywhere.

Unless you really want it to.

Just simple chat between passing friends.

So when do we meet next?

Okay. Things are moving pretty fast.

Let's say Friday...

one o'clock, Trafalgar Square.

- Thank you, sir. - Right

Have a nice day.

Loyalty. That was why Krivosheyev had sent me to London.

The KGB's theory of a link...

between ex-Nazi Albert Steiner's betrayal and Dennis,

his previous contact, had made me cautious.

But I didn't report my own suspicions of Dennis to Tally-ho.

I decided to watch.

Edward, are you in? It's me, Yvonne.

Hello, Yvonne, what can I do for you?

We just wondered if you fancied a bite of dinner with us tonight.

Oh, you paint!

- A bit. - I was at art college.

It's not professional, just a pastime.

Do you mind?

Wow. How long you been doing it?

Started yesterday.

No. How long you been painting?

As long as I can remember.

You got a cool style.

Real simple and cool.

Ah. This stuff your inspiration?

No, I like the illustrations.

The style. Bought them at the shop earlier.

We didn't really have very much of that stuff when I was growing up.

So where were you brought up then?

Well, my family were British, but I grew up in India.

So, what, you've got family you're looking up or something?

No, none to my knowledge.

I was a merchant seaman for quite a few years in the Far East.

Thought I should see England...

maybe try and find work on dry land.

Right, so, so you're an artist, then?

What do you think?

Your work is fantastic.

Thank you.

Is he eating or not?

I want to know how much rice to put on.

Yes, Uncle Nev, he's coming.

Good!

My friend's having a party at the weekend.

You should come.

You'd love it, be full of all sorts.

Yvonne's energy made me want to know more about her.

About life. And about me.

A side of me that had been lost for years.

The real me.

'Morning, young man. You well?

- Yeah. - Yeah, I'm great.

My team won yesterday, two-nil.

- Your team? - Yeah.

Two-nil. It's a football score, not a code.

Yeah. Of course.

Right, down to business.

I need to know the reason T plus Zed equals T.

And what FQ means to XX.

Okay. Should we meet tomorrow?

Ten o'clock. Tomorrow night.

Prescot Street on the docks. There's a little pub.

Oh, before you go...

About the other day.

I know you're the keen type.

I am staunch.

But I'm also old.

Life's too short, eh?

So, how long you been involved, anyway?

Oh. Most of my life.

One form or another.

How 'bout you?

Pretty much the same.

When I was young I was committed to the common...

cause an old school idealist.

I had a blind loyalty to the struggle.

But things are not so simple now.

In order to understand loyalty, you need to experience betrayal.

When were you betrayed?

I don't remember.

It was too long ago.

Sixty-two, it's important that you remember who you are...

not what you are.