All language subtitles for The Ipcress File 1x02 - Episode 2 (English)

Look out!

Are we calling it an abduction
or an affection?

Unexplained absence.

Who's this?

Corporal Palmer.

You're under arrest.

And you promised me a divorce
and the years are going by...

I know that. I've got eight of them
right in front of me.

Move!

I spoke to James in New York last night.

He so looking forward to getting back.

You're acquainted with a chap in Berlin.

Let's, you and I, call him Housemartin.

I want information as to how exactly
we might contact this man.

Do you know Colonel Stok? I do.

Russia's highest-ranking
undercover operative

in Western Europe.

This is his English girlfriend.
We don't know about that.

So, what's on offer?
We have an operation in Berlin.

We may need your assistance.

It's the retrieval of a missing person.

The fingerprints weren't his.

He didn't look like a physicist to me.

What does a physicist look like?

Wild hair. Moustache.

This may surprise you, but I am
interested to know what you think.

They weren't trying to kill me.

Someone had gone to a lot of trouble
to recruit a double,

to the extent of matching his scars.

The plan was to kill him
and for me to escape

and confirm to you that Dawson was dead,

so that you would stop looking for him.

Housemartin was a decoy,
whilst Dawson was somewhere else.

You exhibit potential, Palmer.

And that will be of great comfort
to me as I scratch another line

on the wall of my cell.

I have applied to extend
the duration of your release

on the basis that you may continue
to be of use

on a matter of national security.
Thank you.

I have yet to receive a reply.

In the meantime, I expect
you feel this belongs to you.

Would you like it changed into sterling?

It's all right. I know someone.
I thought you might.

I understand that you
have marital obligations.

One way of putting it.

What's your star sign?

Where is he?

He said half past three, didn't he?

Can't believe it's come to this.

Oh, it's just for the judge, darling.

Evidence in the court of law
and all that.

This is you being unfaithful.

Thanks.

Not enjoying it, then?

At least you're being paid, eh?

Look, if you're having second thoughts,

you better be quick.

Because Mr Taylor is very professional,

and once he comes through that door,
he won't be hanging about.

Ah. It's gotta be done.

Oh, that's him.

Right, just put your arm around me.

Here we go. A little bit
naughty for the judge, my darling.

'It's Your Voodoo Working'
by Charles Sheffield

? It's your voodoo working

? Voodoo working
And I can't get a look. ?

Hello? Miss Natalie Lewis?

Yes? Council pest control.

We've had reports
of a rodent infestation.

Oh, I haven't had any...

Are you sure you've got the right place?

Really nothing to worry about.
Just a few questions.

Won't take long. Shall we all sit down?

Look, who are you?

We're going to talk to you
about your boyfriend.

My...

I'm gonna phone the police.

Your telephone's been
temporarily disconnected.

What have I done?

We don't think you've done anything.

Well, nothing that we are aware of.
Perhaps that'll change.

Do you call him Gregor or Gregoriev?

Gregor.

Right, Gregor Stok.

Third undersecretary
at the Soviet embassy?

What's happened?

Here are some photographs.
Perhaps you'd like to take a look.

This was taken in Moscow.

Here he is in Gorky Park.

And another one, a little closer.

And here he is... with his wife.

And another one with his children.

In six months' time,
his posting here will be concluded

and he will return to Moscow.

Shouldn't think
you'll ever see him again.

We just want you to help us out.

Won't be difficult or dangerous.

You'll just be reporting to us
on things he might talk about.

People he meets
and any suspicious activity.

I don't understand.

Who are you?

Pest control.

What am I gonna do?

Six months.

Six months. What am I gonna do?

Natalie, have you told him?

About the baby?

'We've have been sharing
technical secrets'

in relation to the creation
of neutron bomb

with a team of British scientists,

one of whom might be in Soviet hands,

and you have waited how long
to let us know?

This could not have come
at a worse time.

We feel insecure.

As of this day, we want full sharing

of all materials, files,
and investigative findings,

omitting nothing.

Naturally, you will enjoy
our fullest co-operation.

We all appreciate your anxiety.
I hardly want to be blown up myself.

And I'm confident
that my political masters

will furnish me with all necessary
resources to bring this to a close.

'You should have told us.'

'We have told you.'

'I mean sooner.'

Now, do you have any idea
where this scientist is?

No.

But you assume
he's behind the Iron Curtain.

Or on his way there.

None of our sources
in Soviet Union have heard anything.

We're hoping our operation on Stok
might offer up a lead.

We'll put the word out. Belatedly.

On a personal level,
I'm sorry that you don't trust me.

I promise you, it's not that.

So dinner is still possible?

Or, at least, not impossible.

We'd appreciate your help
in finding Professor Dawson.

I'll pay the lawyer
for what he's done so far,

and he wants an advance on the rest.

I'll get a receipt,
you can check everything.

Debs, it's all right. I trust you.
You are my wife, after all.

Send my regards to Pete.

You come back another day. Yeah, I will.

Harry, what are you up to?

Good question.

If you happen to find out,
be sure to let me know.

He wants you to go to the Atomic
Weapons Research Centre

at Aldermaston
to interview all relevant personnel

and re-examine
the professor's abduction.

They've already been interviewed by MI5.

To interview them again.

What about the Stok
surveillance operation?

Chico can continue to supervise that.

So I go on my own?

No.

So, what's wrong?

What makes you think anything's wrong?

You have no experience
or training in interrogation.

That's what I said to Mr Dalby,
but he said you'd show me the ropes.

Apparently, I'm a quick learner.
Mr Dalby said my kind often are.

As I have told everyone who's asked,

I was in the front seat,
lucky to be alive.

I watched this chap, missing one finger,

drug the professor, take him away,
didn't recognise the driver.

That's the lot. Thank you.

And I can answer
all your other questions.

Nothing strange
has happened around here,

nothing suspicious,
everything just as it ought to be

and that is that.
Frankly, nothing to add.

In your statement to the police,
immediately after the event,

you said that the professor
had been under stress recently.

Did I?

It's written here.

I don't remember.

You have to understand,
I had just been in car smash.

I was shaken, confused probably.

In those situations,
any of us might talk nonsense. Yes.

So, if that's all...

You went up to Cambridge in 1938?
That's right.

And is that where you joined
the Communist Party? What?

The Communist Party.
You were a member, I believe.

How did you know?

I was guessing.

Oh. Yes, very good. Very clever.

Well, it's nothing to be ashamed of.

I was young, I was idealistic.
We all were.

After they invaded Poland,
I tore up my card.

How about the professor?
Was he communist too?

We never discussed politics.

Have you been working
for the Soviet Union, Morris?

My political past is a matter
of record with MI5,

although I must conclude
that you are clearly

not trusted enough to be privy
to their confidential files.

So, for your information,
they concluded,

correctly, that I am a patriot,
loyal to Queen and country.

'There's something he's not telling us.'

And I get the feeling that
we are going to be very unpopular

around here by the end of the day.

It doesn't bother me.
I was unpopular at school.

Were you?

Mostly.

Too clever, too beautiful.

Too stuck up.

I know this must be a difficult time
for you, Mrs Dawson.

Darling, do I look to you
like a grieving widow?

Not exactly.

Then, perhaps we can skip
the sentimental drivel.

Where do you think he's gone? No idea.

Was there anything
in his recent behaviour

that caused you any concern?

Yes. He left his socks
all over the place.

Toenail clippings in the bedroom.

Did he ever talk to you
about his work on the bomb?

My dear,
I can barely change a light bulb.

Politics?
You mean, "Was he a communist?"

Of course he was. We all were back then.

I don't mean to be rude,
but your husband,

he couldn't have just run off
with someone, could he?

Wonderful idea!

Unfortunately, the only thing
he'd run off with is a textbook.

What about his health?

Any particular signs of stress?

Look, all I want is to know
is that he's safe.

Isn't that what I'm supposed to say?

Marry in haste, repent at leisure.

Yes.

Some people are just
wrong for one another.

What do you think we'll get for dinner?

We'll be back.

You're too late for dinner.
Breakfast at seven.

Separate rooms and no shenanigans.

He's a married man.

They're the worst, young lady.
Now, sign there.

"Monastic order enjoys breakfast."

Eggs Benedict.

I'm starving.

Right...

The important thing
is to keep whisking the eggs

while you pour in the butter.

Be my guest.

I think we need something with it.

Not too loud.

Right...

Oh, hello!

August 9th, 1945.
There's a British prisoner of war,

a Captain William Urquhart Dalby,

digging ditches on the outskirts
of the Japanese city of Nagasaki,

when he witnesses the explosion
a fission bomb at an altitude

of around 1,600 feet, killing
30 or 40,000 people immediately.

Two years later, Captain Dalby
is now an intelligence analyst

at the War Office.

At this point, the Americans
have predicted it will take

the Soviets 15 years
to develop their own bomb.

Dalby thinks this is complacent.

He persuades his superiors to oblige
all British civilian aircraft

to carry photographic plates

and filters to collect atmospheric dust.

The plates reveal a burst of radiation

and the filters collect plutonium
blown in from central Asia.

Stalin has a bomb.
And it's Dalby who worked it out.

His bosses took the credit, of course,

but Dalby wasn't finished.

He told them he wanted to set up
a new intelligence unit.

And MI5 and MI6 have never forgiven him.

She will notice.

But not before we leave.

Are you sure we're allowed to do this?

I always carry a spare pair.

Looks to me most likely
he did just run off with someone.

Id' like to think
they'll both be much happier

and live to look back
with a joy mingled with sadness.

Down!

What on earth do you think
you're doing?!

Sorry.

I thought for a moment I was...

Eggs Benedict? Yes.

The most important thing
is to keep whisking the eggs

while you pour in the butter.

But you don't put sherry
in eggs Benedict, do you?

Or maybe you do in the East End.

No. Not even there.

Then?

Well, we had to drink something with it.

Alice spent 30 minutes
soothing the temper of this woman.

We've sent her a replacement bottle,

the cost of which will be deducted
from your wages.

As it happens, I have some expenses
of my own to submit.

I've given Jean a couple of days off.

Nasty injury.

We were lucky.

As I understand it,
you saved her life and yours.

It was just an instinct.

I thought I saw a radio antennae.
You probably did.

Who do you think's behind all this, sir?

I like to keep an open mind
on these things.

I have noticed that.

But it's possible Dawson
is closer to home than we think.

In your view,

are we to assume that Dawson's
previous communist sympathies

indicate a likely defection
to the Soviet Union?

If only life was that simple.

Very good, Palmer. You're learning.

Let's rule the Russians in or out,
keep our eyes on Colonel Stok.

Chico will brief you.

Meanwhile, the Special Branch
will investigate the explosion

and I want you to go to Scotland Yard

where they have fine collection
of mugshots.

See if anyone resembles your friend
with the radio transmitter.

The Yard, sir? Yes.

Not wanted for something else, are you?

It's outrageous.
It should be a safe place to work.

It's all right, really.
It could have been much worse.

It's my own stupid fault.

Is there something wrong?

No, nothing.

It's just you've been...
hard to get hold of recently.

Working late.

Exactly. I've just been working a lot.

Hello, Harry.

You all right, Pete?

Not wearing your uniform?

Did Debs not say? I'm a detective now.

Suits you.

Cup of tea?

So...

Thanks.

I've done nothing for you.

But for Deborah.

It's for the best.

And if she's gonna marry someone else,

there's no-one I'd sooner it was
than you.

Straight up.

Don't know if I'd feel that way.

We were young.
Too young would be the general view.

And it might have worked out, even then,

but when I went off to Korea and...
you know.

It was like it all ended in that moment.

At least she's got a better future now.

Thanks for that.

When he comes to meet someone,
you contact us

and press the switch.

All right?

I need help.

Please.

I can't go on... with this.

Don't ask him his name.
Don't tell him yours.

And don't tell him who sent you.

Yes?

Yes, put her through.

'Someone's just arrived. Another man.'

I pressed that button,
just like you showed me.

'Good.

'Now, don't do anything
to arouse suspicion.

'Do whatever you would normally do.'

I rang that number.

The one you gave me.

Did you go?

'I couldn't go.'

I can't go on my own, I'm frightened.

'I can't go on like this,
I can't trust anyone.

'I don't know what to do.'

Natalie, I'll call you tomorrow.

'We can sort this, but right now,
I need you to go home,

'behave normally.'

Natalie? Natalie?

I went to the football last night.

I saw Tottenham versus Wolverhampton.

Good game?

'Oh, excellent game. Two goals to one.'

'I like this player Jimmy Greaves.
He's very good, he's very fast.'

'He's a fine player.

'I say that, even though
I'm a Chelsea man, as you know.'

Tosser.

Greaves, you see, he played for us
before he went to Milan.

And that didn't work out.
Should never have left west London.

But you have good players still?

Oh, yes.

Young Harris in particular.

He's good?

The best. Mm-hm.

Brilliant in both defence and attack.

He's valuable? Very, very valuable.

And do you think he will also leave?

I tell you what - right now,
there's a lot of interested parties,

but he's safe and happy at Chelsea

'and he won't leave unless someone
pays an awful lot of money.'

'I suppose a bargain
could always be made.'

'And if you ever want to pop down
to Chelsea

'to take a look at some real talent, '

I'll be only too happy
to meet you there.

And I may well accept your invitation.

Looks like your man.

Be careful, Harry.

Excuse me.

Yes?

I wonder if, by any chance,
you might happen to sell insurance?

That's an interesting question.

It's just you look like a chap
who might.

How perceptive.

And would that be personal,
household, or holiday?

I'm thinking of buying a car.
Motor vehicle.

Fully comprehensive or third party?

Well, it's the third parties
I'm worried about, to be honest.

You have particular needs?

What if someone were to
blow my precious new car up

with five pounds of TNT
and a radio-controlled detonator?

That would be unfortunate.

Yes. But would it be insured?

There are some risks that we bring
upon ourselves by our behaviour.

Insurance is a poor substitute
for changing that behaviour.

If you can do that,
the risk will take care of itself.

Let's say it's my line of work.

In that case, I regret that
your application must be declined.

Nevertheless,
I have enjoyed our meeting.

It's been a pleasure to talk business.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

It's not your fault.

She asked me for help
and I didn't help her.

You couldn't have known.

Couldn't I?

She was alone.
There was no-one she could trust.

Can you imagine what it must be like
to be that woman?

I'll tell you a good thing
about you, Harry...

Sometimes you say nothing.

Do you think she told him?

About the bugs or the baby?

Both, I'd say.
He knew we were listening.

I think she loved him.

Here he is.

Name - Ian Randall.

Although he uses a number of aliases.

Former Royal Marine
ordinance specialist,

later field agent for MI6.

Eventually dismissed

when excessive gambling debts
were considered a security risk.

Before that, he served in Berlin,

where he was briefly
MI6's link to Housemartin.

And he met Colonel Stok in Berlin?
It seems most likely, sir.

A mercenary, a chancer, a gambler,

and possibly a killer.

Whoever wanted Dawson hired Randall
because that was safer

than sending one of their own people
to operate inside the UK.

So Randall has the boffin
stashed somewhere safe

while he awaits payment
and further instruction.

Whilst also soliciting a higher bid
from Colonel Stok.

For a gambler, a man with debts,
this is an opportunity,

but he'll be edgy.
That's why he tried to blow you up.

Stok has gone, by the way.

Seen leaving the embassy
in the middle of the night,

followed to Biggin Hill airfield,

where he was observed
boarding a private aircraft,

which took him to Amsterdam,
where a man using his London alias

was booked aboard a flight to Moscow.

So, our leads are slender,
our physicist is still missing,

and our allies are unhappy.

Jean, you will liaise
with the CIA case officer.

Chico, I want to see transcripts
of all the police interviews

at Aldermaston and a list
of all Randall's known associates.

In the meantime, if anyone
has any ideas, feel free to share.

Mr Palmer.

I wonder if he loved her.
He's a Colonel in the GRU.

We're all human.

As we gather here today,

to mourn the loss of Natalie Lewis,

we hear these words of comfort

from the Gospel according to St John.

"Set your troubled hearts at rest.

"Trust in God always. Trust also in me."

"There are many dwelling places
in my father's house.

"If it were not so,
I should have told you."

Do you always bring a gun to a funeral?

"..To prepare a place,
and if I go and prepare..."

Don't you?

"..And receive you to myself..."

I'm very sorry for what happened.

Yeah.

So am I.

"I am the truth and I am the light."

So my double wasn't good enough?

No, he was excellent.

Look, here you are getting
into an aeroplane yesterday morning.

Yes.

So, why do you come to be here?

I wondered.

What, if I was capable of feelings
as one human for another?

I didn't mean to insult you, but
everyone says I'm terribly naive.

Corporal Palmer. I've heard of you,
you know, from Berlin.

For all I know,
I even sampled your wares.

They said you could get
just about anything,

even Russian caviar. Now, is that true?

Sometimes. Wait, wait. Which kind?

Beluga.

Even I couldn't get that. But you?

Yes.

Ha.

That's almost enough
to give me faith in capitalism.

But not quite.

Because you never forget
that the proletariat are oppressed

by a system designed

to maintain the status and wealth
of the bourgeoisie.

Yeah, no, you're right.
No, I don't forget that.

How about you?

I try not to think about it.

Why don't you come and work for us?

I would,
but I don't like the cold winters.

Right. So what do you want with me,

a humble diplomat
on his way home to Moscow?

We've lost a man.

Ideally, we'd like him back

before it causes an awful lot
of trouble for everyone.

Well, I regret I'm unable to help.

Perhaps this man preferred to leave
of his own free will.

Has that ever occurred to anyone?

In Marxism, though,
free will is an illusion, isn't it?

We're all tools
of historical imperative,

even people like you and me.

Well, yes, especially like you and me.

Good day, Mr Palmer.

And this time,
I really have to go to Moscow.

And next time we meet,
you really should bring a gun.

Do we know what they talked about?

We had a lip reader,
but both men are difficult subjects.

The scientist was discussed,
but it did not appear conclusively.

Do you pray, Mr Maddox?

No, General.

I'll mention you in mine.

Thank you for sharing this.

I appreciate the involvement
of your office.

When the history
of this time is written,

your name will not be mentioned
but nor will it be forgotten.

I heard you were born again.

I was pardoned by the Lord
for crimes you cannot imagine...

...and entrusted by him with a mission

I could never have dreamed of.

Oh, Jean, darling, would you bring
another bottle of red?

The '48, please, Jean.

Jean. We've hardly talked.

I know, shall we talk later?

I called last night.

I'm sorry. I was... Working, I know.

Aren't you always? So, I thought
that I'd give you a little surprise.

Turned up at the BBC,
and asked to see you.

Oh, they wouldn't let you up.
You should have let me know.

You're right. They wouldn't let me in.

But what's more,
they'd never heard of you.

Well, I'm not very important.

They were very helpful.

Called up your department
and everything.

That is strange. Isn't it?

What's going on, Jean?

Nothing. I want to know.

If you're seeing someone else,
I will never bloody forgive you.

James, you're hurting me.

James, please.

Jean, dear, would you get that?

Hello.

'I've been thinking about
the code Randall and Stok used

'when being eavesdropped.'

Randall was talking about
a valuable person named Harris.

Harris is Dawson's middle name.

Right. 'Yeah, I know, it's not great.'

Randall talked about
keeping Harris at Chelsea

until someone pays a lot of money.

Randall is still
on the electoral role in Chelsea

at an address in Danube Street, SW3.

You think he's keeping Dawson there?

'Yeah, no, probably not.
But I think it's possible.

'Listen, I know it's very unlikely.

'We can talk to Dalby
about it tomorrow.'

Where are you?

'Corner of Kingsway and the Strand.'

I'll pick you up.

Dalby speaking, how may I help you?

I see. Thank you.

Yes, I'll meet you there.

Problem at the office, I'm afraid.

New car? It's my mother's.

Evening, Mr Palmer.

Coming with us, Terry?
He's got the firearms.

If you could just sign there, Mr Palmer.

Thank you, Terry.
Any time. Have a lovely evening.

Are you ready?

Yeah.

If we have to, we shoot.

Are you from the church?

Six months ago?
That's what she said, sir.

Always paid his rent on time,
no trouble to anyone.

No forwarding address? No, sir.

And you've checked his room?
It was empty, sir.

Well, it seems we've all come out
on a Thursday evening for nothing.

Now, who's for a cup of tea?

I for one would be delighted.

I'm sorry.

Just cos you were hopelessly wrong
doesn't make it a bad idea.

Have we lost them? Oh, yes, most likely.

For all we know,
our man was probably in Moscow

within 24 hours of going missing.

Does that bother you, Palmer?

Go on, tell me you don't much care.

This is just a game, isn't it?

One for the officer class,
not for likes of you.

All you want
is to stay out of Colchester

and get on with your life.

Then why are you so good at this?

Truth is, you do care,
whether you like it or not.

Colonel Stok suggested
I should work for the Russians.

Ah, well, you see,
I'm not alone in my estimation.

As to our missing scientists,
it bothers me too.

Anything to do with nuclear weapons
makes me nervous.

One of those things goes off,
nothing matters.

Nothing at all.

Four of them.

The young couple came first,
but they were all looking for you.

Thank you.

Bayswater 4268.

It's Randall. Now, listen,

there's a lot of unwelcome attention
coming my way,

and I'm fed up with waiting
while you make your minds up,

so I'm picking up the cargo
and getting out.

You know where to find me.

Get in touch
when you're ready to cough up.

And the longer I have to look after it,

the higher the price is gonna be.

And don't try anything clever
or your precious commodity

might get damaged in transit.

You're under arrest, gentlemen.

We do what needs to be done.

Let's try again, shall we?

Tell me you know about the
disappearance of Professor Dawson.

I'm afraid I'm unable to help you.

How long have you been this way?

You've no idea...
what it is to be afraid,

to be ashamed.
You will lose your job, you know?

We can prevent that.

Maybe I don't care anymore.

Then there's the young man in the cell.

No.

No, no. He's broken the law.

His parents! You...

You don't understand.

Where did you get these?

Some fellow in the pub.
I don't even know his name.

You're a communist. Ex-communist, maybe.

What's the difference?

You'll be up on charges of homosexuality

and possession of drugs, and
no-one's gonna read the small print.

You will also be charged
with conspiracy to commit espionage.

So, start talking, Morris,

and I can make all of this go away.

There's a psychiatrist
the professor visits for stress.

These were get the drugs from.

This man, Doctor Radley?

Yes.

How did they meet?

I introduced them about six months ago.

And who's idea was that?

It was Radley's. He, er...
He asked to meet Professor Dawson.

He was very insistent.

The professor would go
to Radley's house.

He runs a sort of clinic in the country.

The latest methods and so forth.

How often did he go?

About once a week, I should say.

And were they security aware?

Dawson never spoke of it,
he never talked to me,

and Radley swore me to silence, so...

But... rumours, from other people,
they say...

...Radley can change the way
you feel, the way you behave.

They say that
if you give him long enough,

if you're susceptible,
he can change who you are.

'Phone records
from Randall's digs in Chelsea

'list two calls to Radley's clinic.'

Professor Dawson attended the clinic
for six months

without knowledge of his wife
or security at Aldermaston.

'OK, we'll close
all routes out and in, '

under a national security order.

Set up a cordon. Stop anyone
who tries to leave or enter.

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