Adrian Harris nervously paces around his flat in Moscow. He remembers being
upset when as a child he was read stories about Camelot and the death of King
Arthur by his father, an archaeologist who believed the story had basis in fact.
Journalists and a photographer from the UK, Australia and the USA arrive at
Harris's flat to interview him. Harris tells the photographer that he doesn't
want his picture taken.
He is asked if he is happy in Moscow after his defection after decades as a
double agent. Harris tells them that he is unrepentant. He insists that he has
remained steadfast in his Communist beliefs since his days at Oxford University,
even though it has now meant giving up all the things about England that he
deeply loves. He remembers his mistreatment as a schoolboy for having stuttered
while reading aloud and being slapped by a teacher for having tried to rebel
against humiliating classroom conformity.
Many years earlier. The young Adrian's parents talk over breakfast. He
complains about the General Strike, she about Adrian's unhappiness at school. He
tells her he took Adrian to a farm and told him he would have to decide whether
to be like the common herd or to try and rise above it.
Harris drinks ever more while his questioners continue relentlessly. He
insists that his love for England didn't change what he felt about the
inequalities of the system there. The UK journalist says that his ideas are
outmoded, as are his views on England. He asks his if he has any regrets about
the deaths caused by his treachery. Harris claims that a few deaths are
acceptable in the fight to liberate millions. He falls from his chair and is
photographed while on his hands and knees. He recalls his part in the
assassination of a Russian defector who could have exposed Harris as a double
agent. Harris is exhausted and as the journalists prepare to leave, he tells
them of the shock he felt when he saw for the first time the way ordinary people
lived.
A short while earlier. Harris waits for the journalists to arrive. He is
searching the flat for a hidden microphone, which he eventually finds under the
living room table. As the journalists come in, he reminds himself not to forget
that others are listening.