All language subtitles for Danger Man - Secret Agent S2E22 - Parallel Lines Sometimes Meet

Do you like them?

Yes, they're an
interesting couple.

It was clever of them to
have found this place.

Yes, it's wonderfully remote.

Especially for the south coast of England.

I hope they're coming back soon.

Ooh --

You know, I think I've had too much sun.

That's funny, I'm not
feeling too good myself.

I thought it was perhaps it was the wine.

Anyway, they won't be long now.

I saw them on the top, they
were waving to someone.

Oh, I hope they won't mind taking us

home right away.

I'm sure they won't.

Oh, what energy they have.

I can't say I go much on his paintings.

I expect you like them.

You like a boat to look
like a boat, don't you?

I am feeling odd.

Perhaps it was the sun.

Darling, are you all right?

Not a soul in sight.

All nice and tidy.

We'd better get the
basket packed up, darling.

Looks like the Brooks have done it for us.

Oh well, that was nice of them.

Make sure they've left
nothing around, won't you?

Yes, darling.

I'll just finish off this little job

and we can be on our way.

We, uh, we don't have
to be at London Airport

before eight o'clock this evening.

Who's in charge here?

Who's in charge here?

Yes, sir, what can I do for you?

What's your name?

Mr. Darcy.

All right, Mr. Darcy,

your company has a lot
of explaining to do.

We have, sir?

Yes, I was booked on the
night flight from Trinidad.

Oh, no, sir, there is no
night flight from Trinidad.

So I discovered.

Your London office.

See that?

Yes, I uh --

Do see, Mr. West.

Perhaps you'd like to come inside.

I would.

Please sit down.

Thank you.

How can I help you, Mr. West?

Well, uh --

I must tell you, it's not always easy

to help you gentlemen from London.

Ah, why is that?

I find you very ready in your requests.

Do this, do that.

Get this, arrange that.

Satisfied, Mr. Darcy?

Yes, Mr. West.

I also find you very reluctant
to put me in the picture.

Which is your loss, because
I have a unique knowledge

of this very strange island.

Oh, uh, I've no objection to putting you

in the picture, Mr. Darcy, not at all.

That's good.

Now, perhaps you'd like a drink?

Kind of you.

A glass of water.

All right?

Well, go ahead, don't let me stop you.

Uh, ten days ago, a young
English couple disappeared.

They'd met some new friends
and went boating with them

on Saturday afternoon at Westport.

Westport is a small harbor on
the south coast of England--

Yes, I have a slight knowledge
of England's geography,

Mr. West.

Oh, thank you.

Well, since then neither
they nor their new friends

have been seen.

The boat was found tied
up at a disused jetty.

The name is Brooks.

They were employed at the

Atomic Weapons Research Establishment.

And they've defected, I suppose.

It's not unlikely, although their history

doesn't suggest it.

It rarely does.

But why should they come to Haiti?

Well, we don't know that they have.

Now, two ships left Westport that weekend.

One was bound for Halifax, Nova Scotia,

we're checking on her,

and the other was bound for Haiti.

And the name of the ship coming here?

Le Reine Noire.

La Reine Noire?

That ship's due in tomorrow.

You expect the young couple
to cross to Cuba, of course.

Well, that's a possibility.

We don't even know they're on the ship,

they could be anywhere.

But we have to close every bolt hole.

Supposing they are on the ship,

you realize that this government

won't grant an extradition order.

Well, that's why I'm here.

La Reine Noire belongs
to a mining company.

It's located on the coast of Philipville,

it's a little port just--

Yes, I have a slight
knowledge of Haitian geography,

Mr. Darcy.

Yeah.

Thank you.

If the Brooks are making for Cuba,

they'll hire a car in Philipville

and drive down here, then
take a plane or a boat.

Yes.

I'd like to get out to Philipville today.

I'll need some time to work up a plan.

It's a remote place.

They're not accustomed to strangers,

they're easily suspicious.

Then I'll need a cover, won't I?

There was a piece in
the paper this morning.

Uh, what's the cover on your passport?

Journalist.

Perfect.

Late yesterday, a dead man was washed up

on the beach near Philipville.

And you expect a London journalist

to drive 60 miles into
the jungle for that?

Well, there's more to it.

It's the body of a white man,

a man never seen around here before.

Yes, well, uh --

I suppose if he's not known locally

I could claim it was the
body of an Englishman

and stick around
pretending to investigate.

You realize there might
be someone else there

waiting to meet the Brooks.

The opposition?

Yes, that thought had occurred to me.

Well, shall we wander
down and take a look?

Yes, the people who live around here

are ignorant and superstitious.

They still practice voodoo.

Don't you believe in voodoo, Mr. Darcy?

Really, Mr. West.

How do you do?

We are honored that you
should find time to visit us.

Thank you very much.

And what is your reason for coming

to this forgotten corner of the island?

I was reading that the
body of an Englishman

was washed up on your beaches here.

I'm afraid you've come
all this way for nothing.

The deceased was not
a compatriot of yours,

he was a Frenchman.

Are you sure of that?

Certain.

Well, do you mind if I see for myself?

You shall if you wish, monsieur.

He's inside, in the mortuary.

Wait a moment, the widow is just leaving.

The widow?

Ah, Madame Courcel.

Well, um --

There goes my excuse for sticking around.

I know her, she's on our files.

Oh?

Who is she?

Tarosova, Major Nicola Tarosova.

She's based in Cuba.

Fascinating.

Do you know what her husband looks like?

Yes, he's the First Secretary
of their Cuban Embassy.

Let's go and see who we've got inside.

Is that the First Secretary?

No.

Yes, all right.

Looks as though she's
using it as an excuse

for hanging about, too.

Yes, she has come to meet the Brooks.

I uh --

I wonder who it is.

No, no.

Oh, yes, yes, so sorry.

I wonder what would happen
if I claimed the body.

Yes, it's him all right.

Huh?

No doubt about it, William Hassel.

Oh, you recognize him?

Oh, yes, look at the scar on his arm here,

that clinches it.

It's William Hassel.

Yeah.

What is the trouble, gentlemen?

Mr. West identifies the body

as that of an Englishman,
a Mr. William Hassel.

Ah, then he is mistaken.

No, I am not, Lieutenant.

Is it likely that a widow would not

know her own husband?

Yes, yes, it's confusing.

She told you she was French?

Oui, she is.

Yes, that's curious.

I was at a reception at the
Soviet Embassy in Havana

two months ago, she was there.

She was introduced to me as the
wife of the First Secretary.

Well, that's not the
First Secretary, is it?

I have seen her passport.

That doesn't prove anything.

She could just easily have
a passport saying she was German.

They go in for that sort of thing.

Which reminds me, monsieur,

I have not seen your passport.

Oh, yes.

There you are.

John West.

Yes.

Journalist.

Yes, that's right.

Oui, Havana.

But that was five months ago, monsieur.

Five?

Good lord, how time flies.

Yes, still, she's unlikely
to have got married again

since then, is she?

Mr. West, you'll have to give me proof

that this man is Willliam Hassel.

Well, there's no doubt about that,

but my newspaper's going to want to know

what happened to him.

Then you're going to need help.

Oh, that's very kind of you.

In return, you'll have
your newspaper send me

photographs and a certified description

of Monsieur William Hassel.

Yes, well, it may take a day or two.

Not too long, I hope.

Madame Courcel has promised me photographs

and documents substantiating her claim.

Yes, they're probably manufactured

by the same people who make her passports.

Personally, I found the lady convincing.

And how many passports
do you have, Mr. West?

I manage to get by on just the one.

Now, then --

This is an interesting face.

An intelligent face.

Think he was a Frenchman?

Well, your friend, the
beautiful Russian major

is unlikely to have come down here

to identify the body of a Frenchman.

A Russian, perhaps, but
where could he have come from?

What we need is a chart of the local coast

showing the tides and
the run of the currents

and we might be able
to make a guess at it.

I know where we can find one.

All right.

Thank you.

They have a chart, but at the moment

someone else is consulting it.

Oh, I see, yes.

Really?

Uh, may I?

Thank you so much.

Yes, that settles it.

Thank you, that's all right.

Er, cigarette?

Thank you.

Yes, well, I've got
a photo of the uh, body.

I shall want to know who
it is as soon as possible.

Very well.

I'll drive straight back to Port-au-Prince

and with the air connections to London,

we should have an answer
sometime tomorrow.

That's fine.

I'll leave the car with you,

I'll take a taxi back.

That's very kind of you.

Oh, watch out.

Bon soir, madame.

Bon soir, m'sieur

Here's where the body was found.

Hmm.

So it was probably washed
down by the current

from somewhere round about here.

Uh-huh.

And there's the little port
I was telling you about.

Uh-huh.

Where La Reine Noire docks tomorrow.

Better take a look at it this evening.

There will be some other way.

Ah, you're late, Meester.
Englishman!

Oh, how's that?

Were you expecting me?

Strangers in Philipville
don't stay out late after dark.

Bad spirits, you know.

I know, I saw them.

He saw the spirits!

He saw the spirits!

Wow!

Madam Celeste, Madame Celeste,

come quickly, the Englishman is here.

Ignorant savages.

I don't know why I keep them.

We will make you very happy here.

Thank you.

Would you please fill this in?

Not for me, the police want it.

Thank you.

So you come to see the body?

News gets around.

You're not the only one interested

in the poor dead man.

So I understand.

There are many theories.

Tell me, what is your theory?

I have no theory. I know.

Oh, who was he?

Kurt Hansen.

What was he?

An engineer.

He came from Sweden to put
new machinery in the mine.

What happened?

The fever.

Poor man, he died.

He was buried here far away from his home.

Buried?

Yes, in the graveyard
behind the big cane field.

They don't bury them there anymore.

But he hasn't been buried yet.

Oh, yes he was.

This was 30 years ago.

Ah.

Mm-hmm.

Since he was a stranger,

there was no one to watch all night

until he was safely settled in his grave.

The first night Old Papa Dessiles come,

the one who owned the mine.

He had great powers.

He brought the poor dead
man out of his grave

like Lazarus from the dead.

He put him back to work in his
mine with his other zombies.

Can you believe it?

Hardly.

Poor dead, soulless
bodies with sightless eyes

made to walk and walk
as if they were alive.

And never allowed to
come out into the light.

Well, that was one way of
settling his labor problems.

Does he still have them working for him?

He has been dead many years.

His son owns the mine now.

But who can tell what happens
down there in the dark?

Don't the miners ever see them?

Never.

They work in the day.

The poor zombies only work at night.

And how did your friend,
Kurt, end up in the sea?

They long to get back to
the quiet sleep of death.

I think he escaped and drowned himself.

Happy ending.

Madame?

Voila, voila.

You mustn't tease Mama
Celeste about her zombies.

She believes in them.

Yes, very good.

Er, I'll try not to.

Are you alone?

Yes.

Well, then perhaps you'd
care to join us for dinner.

My name's Elliot, David Elliot.

Oh, I'm John West.

Ah, Mr. John West, come meet the wife.

Yes, delighted.

How do you do?

Well, Mr. West.

Oh, yes, yes, uh, thank you.

Delighted.

Oh, please sit down, won't you?

Yes.

Francois.

So you manage to make
a living here as a painter?

Oh, I'm very lucky.

I have a rich patron

and so there's no
pressure to sell my work.

I am free to paint as I please.

Your patron is a man of taste?

Oh, impeccable taste.

He likes my work.

His name is Albert Dessiles.

He owns the mines here.

And the zombies.

I must remember to tell Albert about that.

He's a most civilized person.

He was educated in France.

Fascinating as we find Philipville,

it would be Impossible without him.

You must meet him.

Yes, I'd like to,

but I don't expect to
be here for very long.

Oh, you mustn't go without meeting Albert.

He'd never forgive us.

Strangers are a rarity here.

Especially such interesting ones.

Oh, excuse me.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry,
I must take my leave of you.

Thanks for a most enjoyable meal.

Perhaps we'll meet
again tomorrow, Mr. West.

Oh, yes, there's every chance of it.

Goodnight, sir.

Goodnight.

Entree.

Good evening, Mr. West.

Good evening, Madame Courcel.

Please sit down.

Thank you.

I would like to know why you are trying

to make trouble for me.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Mr. West, I may be a pathetic widow,

but I'm also the citizen
of a very powerful country

and I do not intend to
be chased out of here.

A citizen of France?

Yes.

Of course you know that
the police lieutenant

was in here this evening to see me.

He said I'd been traveling
under a false passport.

He said he did not want to be involved

with political intrigues

and then he warned me that
I would be wise to leave.

I wonder how you could put
about such a vicious story.

That is my husband lying down there.

A woman is not likely
to make a mistake about

her own husband.

That's not likely, but on this occasion,

I think you have made a mistake.

What possible motive could
I have in claiming him?

A complete stranger?

Why do you want me out of here?

Why do you think Lieutenant Labaste

takes any notice of me?

Oh, please don't pretend to be naive.

You paid him!

Wrong.

Goodnight.

Madame Courcel.

Good evening, Mr. West.

Good evening, Lieutenant.

Don't you find it depressing

sitting around other people's rooms?

I'm always happy to relax and think.

Can I get you a drink?

No.

This is not a social occasion.

No, uh --

What can I do for you?

Mr. West, we do not like
foreigners coming here

and involving us in their politics.

Politics?

Oh, there's nothing
political about poor old

Willliam Hassel.

All my paper wants to know
is what happened to him.

You must admit,
it is a bit of a mystery, isn't it?

You tell me that the lady
who claims to be his widow

Is not French, but a Russian agent.

She tells me you are not a newspaperman,

but a British agent.

But you don't believe her, do you?

We are a small island and
a peaceful one, monsieur.

We want to stay that way.

We cannot afford to become involved

in other people's quarrels.

You will leave Philipville
first thing in the morning.

What's your name, Lieutenant?

Labaste.

Why?

Oh, if you'd just sign this for me.

What is it?

Well, I know you wouldn't like me to

get into trouble with my editor.

I must explain why I'm
walking out on this story.

This is just to say that
you, Lieutenant Labaste,

number 01, have officially ordered me

to leave Philipville.

Just sign at the bottom, please.

No!

I will not!

Why did you do that?

Oh, just for the record.

You will give me that film!

Oh, very well, if you like.

It doesn't matter, I've got
your name and number anyway,

haven't I?

But I am not ordering you to leave.

I'm sorry, I thought you were.

I was advising you.

But not officially.

I was thinking of your safety.

That's very nice of you.

Our people, monsieur,
do not like strangers

coming here and interfering
in our business.

Which of your people in particular?

You will leave in the morning.

Ah.

That is, if you are wise.

I think this will turn
out to be a good one of you.

There.

Goodnight.

Mr. West, Mr. West, where
have you been, bad man?

Why is that, Madame Celeste?

They want you on the telephone,

a call from Port-au-Prince.

I'll take it in my room.

I'll tell them you are back.

Hello, hello?

Port-au-Prince?

Labaste.

Yes, West here.

Mr. West?

Hello, there.

Darcy?

Yeah.

How are things with you?

Oh, so-so.

Any news from London yet?

Yes, I have their answers.

Let's have it.

All ready?

All ready.

Did you get it?

Yes, thank you.

Yes, thank you.

Let me know when you want me

to book your flight out.

I will.

Thank you, goodbye.

Reporting London message

15:20 hours, 24th of September.

Photograph of subject received and

definitely identified as Sergei
Korniets, Russian subject.

Atomic scientist, who
disappeared from Russia

June '63 and was believed
to have defected.

According to our information,

Moscow still have not
discovered what became of him.

Neither has this agency
any other information.

Message ends.

May I come in?

I have nothing to say to you, Mr. West.

And I have nothing to
say to Madame Courcel,

but I have something to say
to Major Nicola Tarosova,

Soviet Intelligence.

Please come in.

Thank you.

I have good news for you, Major.

The body in the mortuary is
not that of your husband,

it is that of Sergei
Korniets, Soviet scientist.

Is that so?

Then surely, that is our problem.

As long as you don't
make political capital

out of his death.

And why not?

I have no doubt that your people inveigled

him out of our country
with a very large bribe.

And when you had got all the information

that you wanted out of him,

you disposed of him.

Why should we bring him over here?

In any case, I don't think
we could have bribed him.

His record indicates that
he was 100 percent loyal.

He was a hero of Socialist Labor,

but even we can make mistakes.

Nice to hear you admit it.

I suppose you are here now to

cover up the traces of your murderers.

Now, now, now, let us
stop growling at each other

and get down to business, shall we?

We are always ready to
enter into serious discussion.

All right, let's be --

Be serious, then.

Thank you.

Uh, you've heard of the Brooks?

Vernon and Eirlys Brooks.

Yes.

They were killed in a laboratory accident

due to some careless miscalculation.

You concealed their bodies

and then tried to make the world believe

that we had abducted them.

I believe that's your version.

Eventually, we will unearth the truth

and you will be exposed.

The truth is that they
have really disappeared,

as your Sergei disappeared.

Incidentally, there's an
interesting similarity.

Oh, really?

And what is that?

If you're not prepared to
listen with an open mind,

let's forget about it, shall we?

No, please, don't go.

Tell me more about it.

Well, it could hardly be a coincidence.

Philipville is as remote a place
as you can find these days.

Yesterday, your man
was washed ashore here.

This evening, I expect my couple to be

smuggled ashore from one of
the mining company's ships.

Now, I shall be very
interested to hear how

Korniets disappeared two years ago.

Yes, I daresay you would.

But first, supposing you tell me

how your couple disappeared.

Yes, yes, they uh --

met some people and went boating with them

on a Saturday afternoon at a port

in the South of England and
have not been heard of since.

Now, that is very interesting.

It was in all the newspapers.

Yes, well, I can hardly be expected

to keep up with the newspapers everywhere.

Especially in the smaller countries.

I wish now that I'd known more about it.

Sergei Korniets was on holiday in Riga.

That is the capital of the

Latvian Autonomous Socialist Republic.

Yes, I know.

He became very friendly
with two foreign tourists

and then one day they
invited him to go boating.

Hmm.

Pity your newspapers didn't
see fit to print the story.

And that was the last
we ever heard of him.

Perhaps, Mr. West?

Oh, yes, we may as well use that name.

Perhaps we two should work together.

That's exactly what I had in mind myself.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

Mama Celeste!

Mama Celeste!

Where is that witch?

Monsieur Dessiles.

Oh, ah, there you are, dear lady.

It is good to see you.

Monsieur Dessiles, it is good to see you

even though you call me bad names.

My English friends tell me that you have

been spreading wicked rumors about me.

Monsieur Dessiles, darling man,

what have they been telling you?

That you say I have 10
zombies hidden down my mine.

How could you?

What wicked lies!

Wicked?

I keep a hundred.

And I give them all
a thousand lashes every night.

Monsieur Dessiles, may I present

Madame Courcel.

Enchantee, Madame Courcel.

I have heard of your great misfortune.

Please accept my deepest sympathy.

And this is the gentleman
you were telling me about?

Monsieur Dessiles, Mr. John West.

Mr. West, this is a pleasure indeed.

I feared I had missed you.

You are leaving today?

Oh, really?

That's news to me.

You are not?

Oh, splendid.

My people told me you came
down to my gate last night.

You wished to see my harbor?

Yes, yes, I was driving that way

and I found the road blocked by a gate.

I walked down towards the sea

and then climbed over a fence,

but I soon climbed back again.

Your boys tried to kill me.

This is not your cosy England.

If you go breaking into other
people's property at night,

you shouldn't be surprised
if they shoot first

and ask questions later.

Oh, I'll make a note of it.

But please, consider my gates open to you

from now on, Mr. West.

Oh, thank you.

Mama, champagne!

I have it waiting.

I will tell you what.

We will satisfy Mr. West's curiosity.

This evening you must
come down to my place.

Both of you.

That's very nice of you.

I will show you everything.

Merci, monsieur.

One of my ships is
coming in, La Reine Noire,

she is the newest acquisition to my fleet.

You must watch her berth,
to see her manoeuvre.

But seriously, she's a fine ship, huh?

You certainly showed us
over every inch of her.

I am proud of her.

Now that you've seen everything, tell me,

what are your impressions?

A most efficient plant.

Someone has shown great
ingenuity and planning

in the layout and installation.

Thank you.

It was you?

Ah, then you must be
something of an engineer.

Engineer and scientist.

My father always had
to depend on outsiders

to plan our new installations.

The best brains could not be tempted here.

I showed an aptitude at a very early age.

There was not a machine in the mines

that I could not repair.

So my father sent me off to
France to study engineering.

It would be false modesty to pretend

that I was not a brilliant student.

Haiti seemed a long way away then

and Philipville just a speck on the map.

But my ambitions were boundless.

So I went on to study science.

When the news came of my
father's death I had to return

and I've never escaped since.

Are you unhappy?

No, I am reconciled.

As the output in the mine
Increases, we expand the fleet.

I am very proud of my ships.

I had poor Elliot paint them.

He's secretly ashamed of his commissions,

He thinks that he is prostituting his art.

What nonsense, Albert,
he enjoys painting them.

Yes, you must be very proud.

All your ships and in every port.

Isn't that the harbor at Riga,

capital of the Latvian
Autonomous Socialist Republic?

You know Riga?

Oh, yes, yes, I was there as a tourist

a couple of years ago.

Hmm.

I often go.

What a pity that I never met you there.

Yes, it was, wasn't it?

Life can be dull here.

Philipville is such a small place,

it's a great pleasure to see new faces.

And now that you've seen
everything you'll be leaving.

Oui?

And now I shall have to
speed you on your way.

I'm expecting guests.

Goodbye.

We'll all eat together, hmm?

Oh, yes, I would like that very much.

Good.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll be uh,

I'll be back in a moment.

Well, what are we all drinking?

Madame Courcel?

A whisky, thank you.

Madame Celeste,
you've got thirsty customers.

Hello?

Hello?

Oui.

Monsieur Dessiles for
you, Monsieur Elliot.

Oh, uh, I'll take it in my room.

If you'll excuse me, Madame Courcel.

Oh, darling, have you got our key?

I haven't got it, darling.

You must have left it upstairs.

Oh.

Hello, there.

When were you last in Westport?

Oh, I've never been there.

That was painted from a photograph.

What are you doing in here?

Excuse me.

Certainly.

Hello?

Yes.

Uh, no.

No, I'll call you right back.

No, it's not convenient at the moment.

Goodbye.

Do you make a habit of
searching other people's rooms?

What?

Oh, no, the door was open.

I saw the canvas on the easel.

Terribly rude of me, an impulse.

I do apologize.

It's never very satisfactory,

painting from a photograph.

Now that she's here in port,

I shall be able to go
down tomorrow morning

and get a good look at
her in broad daylight.

You had a good look at her
in Westport two weeks ago,

didn't you?

Oh, really, West,

you are the most extraordinary man.

I've just told you, I've never been there.

Yeah, but that's untrue.

It's too much of a coincidence, you see.

Both those ships were in
Westport two weeks ago.

Oh, were they?

Yes, that is a coincidence, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

That's not all, though.

A young artist and his
wife were there as well,

a handsome young couple,
the description tallies

perfectly with you two.

Oh, really.

There are millions of
artists in the world.

Yes, but out of all
those millions of artists,

Mr. and Mrs. Elliot choose to go boating

with some friends and the
new friends haven't been

heard of since.

We're going down the back stairs

and straight across to the car park.

I'm not.

Go on.

Now, you're not going
to pop off that thing

with a lot of people about, are you?

You don't know me--

Mr. Elliot, telephone!

You timed that very nicely.

What do you think of Dessiles?

He certainly put on quite
a performance for us, didn't he?

Mm.

I think he's got those Brooks of yours.

I think he's got those Brooks of yours.

Just as he had that Korniets of yours.

I wonder what he wants with them.

Their secrets.

He could sell them.

He kept Sergei all that time?

Perhaps he wouldn't talk so easily.

Two whole years?

Come on, wake up!

Wake up!

Drink this.

You had a nasty fall.

What was that?

It's a sedative to make your relax.

But--

Yes.

I wonder where he keeps them.

Who?

Uh, Dessiles, the Brooks and so forth.

Hmm.

He was too anxious to make us think

that we'd seen everything.

I have an idea that
he's got them locked away

in that mine of his.

That's a theory that I've been working on.

There's an old Belgian in the town

who used to be the company engineer

before Dessiles sacked him.

He had a plan of all
the galleries and tunnels in the mine.

Had?

I bought it from him.

Yes, I've got it in my room.

Where did you get it?

From your room.

Before I packed.

I'll go and bring it back for you.

Oh, no, no, no, please don't.

I have it here.

How did you get it?

I discovered it was
missing and recovered it.

You searched my room?

Yes.

I'm just as low as you are.

Yes.

Some of the old galleries
have been walled up.

We'd better try the
original entrance shaft

just behind Dessiles' house.

Good evening, Mr. West.

Good evening.

Good evening, Major Tarosova.

What do you mean?

I am not--

I'm afraid I know that you are

and what you are doing in my country,

thanks to Mr. West here.

I knew I was a fool to trust you.

I know it looks like
that, but you're wrong.

The speeded up tape was very interesting.

It was still more interesting when

I induced Mr. Darcy to play it
to me at the proper speed.

The Major and I are
working on this together now.

I know it's a lot to ask, but give us,

just give us 24 hours

and I promise we'll be out of your hair.

Why should I believe that?

You have both caused me
a great deal of trouble.

Please, Lieutenant.

I give you our word.

Meanwhile, if you ask
Elliot here a few questions

when he comes round, I think you'll get

some very interesting answers.

Very well, 24 hours.

And I hope my conversation
with Mr. Elliot here

will be worth it.

I think it will.

Shall we go?

That's N'Dias.

Thought he was in Cuba with your people.

No, we threw him out.

Wonder what he's doing here.

Let's get to that mine shaft.

No, I must take back a completion date.

The committee insisted.

But your committee has been discredited.

Where are you going to get the money from?

Money?

We have representatives
in every African country.

I know we are not acknowledged
by any governments,

we never were,

but with the bomb at our disposal,

we could force their hands.

China has it.

We understand Indonesia will soon have it.

How long are we Africans
to be deprived of it?

It is easy for them.

They have willing workers,
they have the money,

and all the facilities at their disposal.

We must have it.

Until we do, we are the
potential blackmail victims

of every nuclear power.

The best man I had was the Russian,

but he escaped and drowned himself.

Now that we have the English couple,

things might improve, hmm?

Doctor Livingstone, I presume.

James Owen.

Of the United States
Atomic Weapons Research.

Yeah, that's me.

I was hijacked.

That's how you got down here.

Who are you?

Friends who are going to get you out.

We're supposed to be
making a bomb down here.

How do you manage that?

How about the purified uranium?

Well, how about a lot of things that

happen around here?

Dessiles, he's --

He's quite mad.

Who is that?

It's a guard.

Well done.

The Brooks down here?

Yeah, they arrived this evening.

They're locked up.

Anyone else?

Two others.

Get them, we'll take care of this side.

Okay.

Hello, hello?

Get away from the door,
I'm gonna blast the lock off!

Back!

Come on, quick, it's a breakout!

Come on, Brooks!

Hello, Mrs. Brooks.

Show them the way.

Owen!

Are you all right, Mr. West?

Yes.

On my way up!

Yes.

Comrade.

In his hammock from a million miles away,

dreaming all the time of Plymouth Hoe.