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-[footsteps echoing] -[bar piano playing mellow tune]

-[piano music continues] -[phone rings]

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[woman shrieks]

-[dog barking] -[piano music continues]

-[piano music stops] -[police alarm rings]

-[police alarm rings] -[dog barking]

[cars brake abruptly]

[mysterious music]

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[inaudible]

[mysterious music intensifies]

[shouting] They can't hang me! They can't hang me!

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Oh, Dunholm, I'm with Inspector Brown, if anyone wants me.

-Yes, sir. -[man] Come!

How's the pin-up boy of Special B?

-Hello. -Caught any beautiful spies today?

I see your man's appeal has been dismissed.

-He couldn't do anything else. -I do think the Murder Squad are clever.

-[phone rings] -So, your two diplomats are still missing?

Special Branch. Oh, yes, sir. Just a minute.

-Assistant Commissioner. -For me?

-He's just had a special medal struck. -Newcombe, here.

Yes, sir. Oh, yes, sir. Right away.

He wants to see both of us right away.

-Both of us? -Uh-huh.

Wonder what he wants me for.

Look, uh… Keep this to yourself, but…

he wants to know if you've had a postcard from that scientist you lost in Lucerne.

[he exclaims]

Ah, come in, gentlemen.

-Sorry to rope you in on this, Brown. -Happy to help the Murder Squad, sir.

Robert Pitt. His appeal's been dismissed, down to be hanged on the fourth.

-Yes, I know, sir. -Did you follow the case?

Avidly, sir.

We've had an unusual request from the governor at Pentonville.

Pitt is insisting that he has important information to impart.

They always do, sir. Anything to spin out time.

Maybe. But Pitt's taking a new line.

He says his information is vital to the security of this country.

Do they believe him?

Either way, he has to be heard.

-I told them you're on the way down. -Me?

Pitt specifically requested Inspector Brown of Special Branch.

-How does he know about me? -Must be fame at last!

Send me a report when you get back. Stand by, but the lead goes to Brown.

Yes, sir.

That successfully takes care of my poker for tonight.

I don't see why, you heard him:

"you can relax, let Special Branch take care of everything."

Get my home, please.

Alright, but remember: in your fine, strong, capable hands rests my evening!

[phone rings]

-Hello. -[door shuts]

What? There must be a reply. Keep ringing.

[phone rings]

[phone ringing continues]

Inspector Brown is not at home.

No, Harold, Inspector Brown is at his office

trying to get through to you! Sorry if I disturbed you.

That's quite alright, sir. But I'm afraid I have bad news for you.

The set of Russian matchbox tops.

The one from Imperial Hotel at Petrograd is beginning to peel.

I hesitate to stick it back with paste,

the paper used in Russia before the revolution…

Harold! Later, give me a complete resume of the history of Russian wood pulp.

I want you to ring Miss Jill, tell her I'll be an hour late.

Yes, sir.

To go direct to Pizzo's and wait for you. Very good, sir.

Mind you, if your French sets started to peel, it wouldn't be so serious--

[phone clicks]

-[knocks on door] -[calling out] He's out!

-[woman] Does that mean I have to wait? -Sorry, Miss!

[chuckling] I'm very sorry!

-I wasn't expecting you. -[she giggles]

-Was anybody? -Oh, yes. He's just been on.

-He wanted to talk to you. -Oh, no! Not again!

Delayed for about an hour. He said to wait at Pizzo's.

I don't know if I can face him at Pizzo's. It was four hours last time!

The head waiter offered to drive me home.

I'll tell him some other restaurant. How about Schmidt's?

Ha! I sat there last Wednesday.

I went in for lunch, ended up having tea with the chef.

-That's the police, can't rely on them. -Oh, I suppose it's the same with doctors.

I remember the last job I did in the trade.

I watched a jeweler shop for a week.

Every night, a copper passed at 10:30,

and didn't come back til 11:00. You'd have said I had 20 minutes clear!

-I'd have said? -You'd be wrong!

The night I cracked it, the copper came back at 10:45

to pick up the keys he'd dropped.

-And? -[sighing] Three years.

-You just can't rely on them. -[she chuckles] I'm learning!

[car brakes]

-Inspector Brown. -Oh, yes, sir.

-Inspector Brown? -That's right.

Probably nothing to it but he's been insistent.

What state is he in?

Quite calm with an unshakable conviction you'll get him out within 24 hours.

[Brown] That's interesting.

All I want are four pegs. A double six would do it.

-[domino clatters] -Aha! So, you've got it!

-[footsteps approaching outside] -Well, we'll soon fix that.

[keys jangling in lock]

Uh, this is Inspector Brown. You wanted to see him.

Ah, Inspector. Delighted to see you.

I know you'll excuse the bareness of my quarters.

-You know what these places are. -Why have you sent for me, sir?

Gentlemen, what I have to tell the Inspector is highly confidential.

Tap on the door when you've finished.

[key clatters in lock]

I hate that sound. There's something so very final about it.

-Won't you take a seat? -I'm afraid I haven't much time.

-That's one thing we have in common-- -What was it you wished to say?

Let's start with one word. A pseudonym, a nom de plume.

Let's start with…

Leonidas.

-Leonidas? -Yes!

I thought that would interest the Special Branch.

We both know, don't we,

that Leonidas, whoever he or she may be,

holds the security of the Western world in his hand?

Or should it be her hand?

What was it you wished to tell me?

Won't you sit down?

Inspector, I know all about you.

-You've long been a thorn in our sides. -"In our sides?"

You were smart to catch Krats, we thought he was covered.

We did get Hennessy and McCay out in the nick of time

but you almost had Corvo.

You seem to know a lot, sir.

I know enough for you to get me out and put an end to all this nonsense.

Depends what you mean by "nonsense."

-You're condemned to death for murder. -Her death was a necessity.

As far as I know, the penalty will be carried out.

It will not be carried out, Inspector.

Because the safety of this country depends on me.

I can't tell you who Leonidas is if I'm dead, can I?

I'm afraid your only hope is the Home Secretary.

He may commute your sentence--

Did you think I was bluffing when I mentioned Leonidas?

I can provide proof that for the past few years

while in the Ministry, I've been a go-between

for a ring of agents passing Western secrets to Eastern Europe.

Who is Leonidas?

[he chuckles]

Get me out of here.

You're a convicted murder, the law says you'll hang.

-I can't make bargains. -I don't want bargains!

I want an outright sale.

The identity of the greatest traitor in return for the key of that door.

[knocks on door]

What you've told me will be reported to my superiors.

-Good night, sir. -Au revoir, Inspector!

I need hardly remind you that there is a certain urgency about this matter.

For you, as well as for me.

Well, gentlemen, shall we resume?

-[dominoes clatter] -Let's start again.

-What do you think? -I don't know what to think!

He told me something that only a dozen people are supposed to know.

-Security? -Top security.

I see. Anything you want us to do?

-He's under observation? -Day and night.

Put in a man who can do shorthand.

I want a record of anything he says in his sleep,

a syllable, a phrase, no matter how incoherent.

If what he told me is true, a stray word from him may save a lot of lives.

Good night, sir.

I want something positive before we worry the Home Secretary.

Naturally. I didn't want to press him too much,

the less interested we seem, the more he's likely to say.

-You think he knows something? -We ought to inform the research boys.

-[knocks on door] -Yes?

Sorry, I went to records first. I presume you want the Pitt files.

-Brown will want them. -Newcombe could be more help than files.

-You know the man backwards. -What happened?

Your murderer claims to know the identity of my pet spy.

-Does he? -He'll talk if I spring him out of a cell.

-When's the execution? -The fourth.

That gives us five days, better get moving!

I'll give you anything you need. Get me a day-by-day report.

As I figure the first move, I'd like a permanent duty car.

-You can fix that. -Yes, of course, sir.

Get me Chertwell Research Center.

What about the girl he strangled, Yvette Saunders?

French. Got British nationality: married a British sailor and never saw him again.

Anything found at the flat? To tie her up politically.

Nothing more sinister than bouts with the tax people.

-Did she work? -Not work as you or I know it.

Hmm… What was his version of the killing?

She found out who he was, threatened him. Before he knew it, he'd killed her.

-Had he been in any trouble before? -Not even a parking summons.

He was respected at the Ministry and at home.

The worst ones usually are.

Did you ever find the woman who dialed 999 that night?

Not a clue. All she said was there's a man murdering a woman

at 37 Buxton Street and hung up.

Wasn't there a prosecution point

that at the time of your arrival and Pitt's exit,

she could have called before a man was murdering a woman?

-It was a point. -She knew Yvette was going to be killed.

It could be. Where does that get you?

-I don't know… -[chalk scraping]

"Leonidas?"

-Is he mixed up in this? -That's your boy's bargaining fee.

We'll fill in all the names and one of them will be Leonidas.

-We've got five days to do it in. -That's right.

-Did you check his bank account? -No, there wasn't any need.

I'd like a list of everything paid into it and out of it over the last year.

First thing in the morning. I haven't eaten. Have you?

No, we can talk--

Holy smoke! Jill!

Pizzo's. I don't know the number of Greek Street.

-Mucked up someone else's evening too? -We're probably no longer engaged.

Sorry about you.

-Did you start your game? -"Start?"

I'd just like you to see what you pulled me away from!

-A policeman cheating? [he tsks] -I could have retired on that!

Pizzo's? Inspector Brown. Is Miss Wilson still there, please?

-Can I talk to her? -Just a minute, sir.

[gentle music]

Inspector Brown, Miss.

Well, well!

Why, darling! How nice to hear from you again!

When did you get back to town?

Uh huh…

Uh huh… No, I haven't eaten.

Uh huh…

Where do you want me to wait this time?

Alright, I'll ask him.

Yes, I'm sure it will. Hmm, in ten minutes.

Do you love me?

Well, say so!

Why can't you say so now?

Well, doesn't he know you love me?

[sighing] Ralph, if you want me to be here when you arrive, tell me you love me!

[grunting] Louder!

[shouting] I love you!

-Well? -Well, well!

Woof!

I can't believe Yvette Saunders doesn't have a bigger place in this.

-How often had he seen her? -He said, "once."

-People don't blackmail after "once." -That fact helped to convict him.

Pizzo told us they'd been here several times.

-Is Buxton Street near here? -Around the corner, number 37.

If you ask me to wait here while you go out with your magnifying glass--

Darling, you've been disgracefully treated, I know.

Something came up about a man who will be hanged--

-So? What's with the Murder Squad? -Oh, they're fragile…

Unfortunately, Special Branch is mixed up in it.

And unfortunately, I'm mixed up with Special Branch!

-[they chuckle] -Ah, you don't really mean that!

What time is it?

-Twenty past midnight. -Well?

Well… I really do have to go out with my magnifying glass.

-You have a diary. -Yes.

Would you make a note of the first? You can nudge him every year.

-Your birthday! -Yes!

Oh, Jill, honey! Many happy returns of the day!

Pizzo! A bottle of champagne!

-It's Miss Wilson's birthday! -[Pizzo] Oh!

Close the shutters. The police will never know.

-[singing] ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ -[she groans]

[harmonizing] ♪ Happy birthday, dear Jill ♪

-♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ -[Jill] ♪ Oh, bring on the wine ♪

-[bottle pops] -[she exclaims]

[she shouts]

You get the biggest wanted murder you ever saw!

-Today? -Today!

Newcombe will see you home, I'll call you in the morning.

-You mean, I'm dismissed? -We're both dismissed!

To the most patient fiance a man ever had.

[she chuckles]

Oh, just call me Miss Lonely Heart.

-[footsteps echoing] -[traffic noises]

Wouldn't have a light, would you?

Looking for anything particular?

-Live round here? -Sure. You want a coffee or something?

Did you know Yvette Saunders?

Who are you? A cop?

No, I'm a reporter. I covered Yvette's murder.

Wondered if she was a friend of yours, that's all. Forget it.

[calling out] Nick! Nick!

Newspaper asking after Yvette.

Get upstairs.

Beat it. You ought to know better--

-I was asking-- -And you've got the answer.

Just trying to get a story. I've got my job to do, same as you.

You fellas have done enough on this district.

Now, beat it and leave the girls alone.

[trash can clatters loudly]

[loud thuds]

[foreign accent] Hey! What the trouble? What goes on?

He's a reporter, spying on ya.

You're making fools of yourselves.

-He'll give you no more trouble. -Friends of yours?

They were good enough to introduce me to young lady at night club.

I was just seeing her home.

-Not a very interesting story for you. -I'm afraid not.

He was asking questions about Yvette Saunders.

If you're looking for local color, I hope you won't be too indiscreet.

First, I'd have to know what to be indiscreet about!

Good night.

That's my boy! Pietr Revski.

-Get his file. Revski: R-E-V-S-K-I. -Yes, sir.

-Alien, Squad B. -Right, sir.

Are you up early or late?

I ran into this man last night. I knew I'd seen his picture.

-Just sent for his details. -I can tell you a lot of them.

His name's Pietr Revski, he's Polish and an ex-RAF officer.

-How come you know so much? -I was in the RAF with him.

Were you, now? We'll end up with your name on the board!

-Revski in with that lot? -No, he's pro-British.

He volunteered for a lot of dangerous work.

-For us? -Well, for our allies.

-Why is he on the file? -We screened all aliens in the services.

He was at 37 Buxton Street last night.

He's there most nights.

The ground floor back is the headquarters of the Anglo-Slav Freedom League.

He's one of the organizers.

You fellas just don't know what goes on, do you?

I know one thing: that puts him right on that board.

-[chalk scraping] -[Newcombe] No.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with him. It's a very respective group.

Exactly! So, why didn't he say that's where they've been?

Why cook up a story about seeing a girl home?

He's gonna be on Yvette's side somewhere,

which means he was probably there the night of the murder.

Which in turn means Pitt would know him.

-I'm going to try something. -Where are you going?

First, I'm going home to clean up.

Then, I'm going to take a car ride

and spring a little surprise in a condemned cell.

[chalk scraping]

[door shuts]

Harold!

[running water]

Harold, you lazy good-for-nothing! Coffee, quick!

[water running]

[water stops]

What's all this tete-a-tete business?

Just concentrate on my breakfast, I gotta be out of here in 15 minutes!

-Harold! One of these days-- -Good morning.

Jill! Well, what the…?

-Where's Harold? -Gone to get his tickets.

-Tickets? -He's going abroad this week.

-You gave him a holiday, remember? -Oh, yeah!

-Eat your breakfast while it's hot. -I'm undressed!

Oh, fiddle faddle! Here, cover it up.

So, you spent all night at Buxton Street? Have fun, darling?

-I spent all night at the office. -All women are stuck with that story!

Anyway, it was sweet of you to think about breakfast.

-Oh, happy birthday, darling! -You said that.

-Did I tell you I loved you? -Yeah but not loud enough.

[phone rings]

Hmm… [she grumbles]

-Hello, yes? -Pitt's bank account.

There seems to a fairly regular amount of 200 pounds paid in each month.

Yes, by check. Signed by his wife.

No, she uses a different bank.

Wife pays the husband, eh? Does she work?

No.

Alright, where does she live?

Dorking.

Amesbury.

Tiverton Corner.

-Dorking. -[she mouths inaudibly]

What did she do before she married?

Aged 29, English, ex fashion model,

Wafter in the war, married to an American Air Force officer,

divorced after three years, married Pitt, 1947--

-[phone buzzes] -Hold on a minute.

Hello, yes? No, I'm on to him now.

Right.

That was Pentonville.

Pitt told the governor something he won't discuss on the phone.

I'll be over right away.

Sorry, darling. See you later.

-Hey! -Oh!

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

[car brakes]

We better talk before you see him.

-Is the visitors' room free? -Yes, sir.

This morning, he told me everything he told you, and went further.

How much further?

Apparently, he was expecting some action from you, that's why he told me,

cleverly giving me some responsibility in it too.

-I suppose there is a Leonidas. -Yes, but I'd rather you forgot.

Of course. But Pitt insists there are only three days left.

For what?

Three days before this foreign agent leaves the country

with a plus top secret that can virtually destroy the country.

Sounds very pat, doesn't it? All to happen the day before he hangs.

-You don't believe it? -Terrible thing is I'm beginning to!

-How did he sleep? -Like a log.

-He never uttered a sound all night. -He's confident we'll get him out of here.

And the Home Secretary?

Commissioner won't trouble him til we have more evidence.

We've got to trick, coax, or flatter this out of him.

And if that fails?

I expect somebody from the Government will tackle him.

It's better I see him alone.

-[footsteps approaching] -[keys clattering]

-Good morning, Inspector. -Good morning.

-Are we leaving? -Alright, Officer.

[keys clattering]

I told the Home Secretary of your offer to supply information

which may lead to the arrest of agent Leonidas.

-And? -He asked me to thank you for cooperating.

And to tell you that any information you may care to give

will be considered by his department.

[stool clatters]

What does that jargon mean? I made a simple offer, I want a simple answer.

-I'm carrying that instruction-- -Then don't confuse this with claptrap!

Do you want to get Leonidas or not? I warn you! Time is getting short.

We may not have to trouble you at all. Revski's story may be the correct one.

Revski?

Yvette Saunders left a note about him for the police. Or didn't you know?

[Pitt chuckles]

All I know is you're still floundering in the dark, Inspector.

Yvette had nothing to do with the politics.

Now, let's put an end to all this guessing nonsense.

I'm telling you no more until you get me out of here!

So far, you've told us nothing that proves your connection with potential enemies.

Go to my wife.

Ask her to let you look under the backseat of my car. There's a wallet there.

I think you'll find enough to prove a connection.

Thank you, it'll be seen to at once.

[knocks on door]

Hurry, Brown, for God's sake! There's only three days left!

And four days for you, I appreciate that.

-Let's play! -[dominoes clattering]

-[dominoes clatter] -[thrilling music]

[thrilling music continues]

[thrilling music continues]

[inaudible conversation]

[birds chirping]

[buzzer rings]

-Yes, sir? -Mrs Pitt, please.

-Who shall I say, sir? -Inspector Brown.

Oh! Yes, sir. Just a minute, sir.

[footsteps receding]

[birds chirping]

Inspector Brown?

Good morning, Mrs Pitt.

I'm sorry to trouble you. I've just come from your husband.

My husband?

-Surely, all that's finished-- -Not quite finished.

-They found fresh evidence? -I wouldn't build hopes on that, Mrs Pitt.

Oh…

-What is it, then? -He asked me to get him a wallet.

-A wallet? -He left it under the backseat of the car.

-What would he leave it there for? -I've no idea, Mrs Pitt.

What does he want a wallet for?

Men in his unfortunate position made quaint requests sometimes.

A chap once had three days to go and wanted a toy train to play with.

May I take that?

[scoffing] Those old things? What does he want those for?

Sentimental reasons, maybe.

Well! An old friend of mine!

Do you recognize who that is?

[scoffing] Good heavens, no!

Most of those old snaps were taken years before I met Robert.

How is Robert, Inspector?

As well as can be expected.

Did you pay him 200 pounds every month?

Two hundred pounds?

-It's none of my business, but it seems-- -My uncle left various investments.

-We agreed to put it in Robert's account. -That could of course be checked?

-Of course. -[man calls out] Toni?

-Toni? -I'm in the garage!

-Would you excuse me a moment? -I needn't trouble you any further.

[foreign accent] Now! Is this a way to greet a man who ran all the way from--

What's he doing here?

-Good morning. -Oh, Inspector, this is Pietr Revski.

-This is Inspector-- -Get out of here!

Pietr, this is Inspector Brown--

This man is a newspaper man looking for a story--

-You told me you were-- -Inspector Brown.

-I really apologize-- -It's quite understandable.

I mistook you for someone I met last night.

Good morning, Mrs Pitt, Mr Revski.

What did he want?

Robert sent him.

Come inside.

-[engine runs] -Drive off, then pull up out of sight.

[car brakes]

See the man who joined us? Stay with him, I want a report of every movement.

-Contact when? -In the morning.

I'll have Newcombe send you a relief. Get me a direct contact to Newcombe.

-Did you see Mrs Pitt? -Quite a dish, isn't she?

Know something? I think she wants her husband to hang.

-She won't be the first wife to feel that! -Recognize anyone?

Yuskov. Valentine Yuskov.

This guy's up with a spy ring without a doubt.

-Over. -[radio] Calling Central C for Charlie.

Newcombe on 23 waveband. Repeat: 23 waveband.

Closing line, go ahead. Over.

-Newcombe speaking. -This is Brown.

I left Pitt's house. He's not bluffing, he was mixed up with Yuskov.

Yuskov? Didn't you people throw him out of the country?

Chancellors of foreign embassies are never 'thrown out,' they're 'recalled!'

-Where do we go from here? -I'm going to Chertwell.

Get the old man to phone ahead so we don't have trouble.

-Right. -By the way, Revski's here.

-Revski? -Yes, looks like the boyfriend.

-He's nice and mixed up with it all. -Well, well!

-What about Pitt now? -That's the Home Secretary's pigeon.

Looks like some bird.

Talking of birds, if you'll forgive the connection.

-I have a message here for you. -Go ahead.

"Please thank Inspector Brown for the flowers, they were beautiful."

-Do you want to know the signature? -Oh, hell, I forgot.

Look, send her some flowers for me. Tell her we'll dine at my place tonight.

Okay, get going.

It's worse than this when you're married!

Contact finished, clear. Ask the old man if I can see him.

[button clicks]

[chalk scraping]

[mysterious music]

[mysterious music continues]

Inspector Brown.

Oh, yes. Wing Commander Riddle was expecting you.

-Thank you. -Turn left, then first right into Block C.

[mysterious music continues]

It's all good, he'll be there to meet you.

[mysterious music continues]

[car brakes]

-[mysterious music fades] -Thank you, Ryan.

-Inspector Brown. -Good morning.

-[knocks on door] -[man] Come in.

-Inspector Brown, Sir Robert. -Come in, Inspector.

Ask Professor Heston and Mr Kopek to come in, please.

Thank you.

-How do you do. Won't you sit down? -Thank you.

How much do I have to tell you?

The Home Office have told me most. What is it you think I can do?

I want information on a top plus secret. I don't want to know what it is,

Pitt has intimated that there is one in danger of disappearing.

-Our security arrangements have never-- -I'm not questioning them, double them.

-You believe this man's story? -Implicitly.

He's connected with the most dangerous foreign agent we've ever tried to find.

If the first part of his story's correct, why shouldn't the second part be?

And the second part?

Is that your top secret will be taken out of the country during the next two days.

-By whom? -Leonidas.

-[knocks on door] -Come in.

Ah, gentlemen.

-Inspector Brown, Special Branch. -How do you do?

Professor Robinson-Heston, head physicist. Mr Karl Kopek, nuclear fission.

The Inspector is here to tell us that Project B4 is an immediate security risk.

In what way?

We believe it's in danger of leaving the country.

-That's ridiculous! Before I-- -[alarm rings]

[alarm continues]

-Is that…? -Security alarm!

[alarm continues]

-[alarm continues] -Get to the gate! Nobody leaves!

-Where did Riddle go? -Towards A Block.

[alarm continues]

-In the office, sir. -But my department--

It's too late. Whatever it is, it's now up to security.

Your man gets inside information.

-B4? -Yes.

-Outgoing line? -That one.

-I want every exit closed. -That'll happen automatically.

You gentlemen will be asked to stay put too.

Naturally, we'll stay to see everything is being done.

Sorry, sir, you must stay until B4 is fine.

-[speaking over each other] -Even if it takes a month!

Brown speaking from Chertwell. Commissioner, priority.

I resent this high-handed attitude!

Sorry, this is beyond your jurisdiction now.

This place is a sealed area, even if we have to move in troops and supplies.

-You'll have to take this to the top. Yes. -[suspenseful music]

Following news of the security leak at Chertwell Research Center,

the police today set up road blocks on every main exit from the Metropolitan area

and doubled their patrols on all secondary roads to the coast.

Although no details of the leak have been issued,

it is believed to be a serious one.

All motor transport out of London has been delayed considerably,

going through police checking and counter checking of passengers.

Over the entire country, all airports have suspended services

and all outgoing planes have been grounded until further notice.

Incoming services have not, however, been affected.

A full statement by the Home Office will be issued this evening.

In the meantime, it is stated there is no cause for general alarm,

and the public are requested to help authorities by their cooperation.

-[mysterious music ends] -[phone rings]

Yes?

Well, well! The wandering boy!

Yes, of course, I'm alone. Why?

Alright, just a minute.

Alright.

Wing Commander Riddle…

Yeah.

Sir Robert Rosper…

Mhm… Kopek…

Mhm… Robinson-Heston.

Yes. Where are you phoning from?

I'm in a phone box.

I'm going straight home. I want those dossiers immediately.

I don't want the old man or anyone to know, understand?

Don't use the duty car, come by cab. No time for questions.

[he exhales]

[intriguing music]

Yes, yes, yes. It's almost annoying.

You'll have to cancel my air ticket and I'll go by boat.

I don't care if it may be over by tomorrow,

I've got to be in Paris in the morning!

[keys clatter in lock]

Where are you going?

-You gave me a start, sir. -The sign of a guilty conscience.

I was starting my holiday, sir.

-Yes, I forgot. When will you be back? -Uh, you gave me two weeks, sir.

I've done the laundry, the kitchen's all clear.

Fine.

I was wondering if, seeing there's all this police stoppage,

you could give me some sort of letter or something

so I could get through everywhere more easily.

-My brother's waiting-- -What's in there, the family silver?

-How can you joke about such things? -Why are you in such a flab?

Have I ever let down the trust--

-Never. So, open it up. -Open it up?

Oh, sir! I'm deeply hurt that you--

I don't know what to say.

I wasn't going to steal them, you've got to believe that.

I'm meeting my brother in Paris tomorrow, I was going to show him.

I was bringing them back again, straight up! He collects stubs too.

I was bringing you some new ones from Paris.

-If you don't, I'll send Interpol on you. -[buzzer rings]

Open the door.

-Oh, sir, I feel all crestfallen. -Open the door.

Don't think it was easy getting this out. Why all the secrecy?

-Harold, beat it. Have a good time. -Oh, sir.

-I don't feel like going anymore. -It's up to you.

-I left my address on the kitchen sink. -Give my love to our brother.

Fired?

Holiday in Paris. If they let him out.

What happened in Downing Street?

Told to clear everything with Martial Law.

They say what's gone?

Among other things, the Montebello bomb trigger.

What?

It's miles ahead of anything anybody else has.

What's the matter with Chertwell security?

Every scrap of material is inputted once a week.

Today, the trigger, a detailed plan, and radioactive material went missing.

So?

I'm thinking along lines that won't be popular,

at Downing Street or Chertwell. That's why I wanted that here.

The names you mentioned are pretty fully dossiered.

Ah. I want a good working knowledge of this Pitt.

What do we know about Riddle?

Distinguished career RAF, served abroad, Western Orient, Burma.

Six months in Russia.

-That doesn't necessarily mean-- -I'm not suggesting it does.

Robinson-Heston and Sir Robert were on the Manhattan Project.

Which means they were screened by the FBI. That's a tough screening.

And Kopek was naturalized in 1923.

[phone rings]

He worked on the first atom file with whatever-his-name-is.

Never left the country since he was naturalized.

Yes? Just a minute.

-For you. -More trouble?

Newcombe. Yes.

When?

Now? No, hold on.

Report on Revski. He's just driven Mrs Pitt to Pentonville.

Who's that? Davis, call the governor.

I want every word she and her husband say taken down.

I don't care how irregular, this order is backed by the Prime Minister.

-Got a duty car? -You said don't.

Blast! I'll have to take a cab.

-Wait here. -Alright.

[truck rumbles past loudly]

-Is Brown with the Governor? -Yes, sir.

Call the duty car, I'll pay off this cab.

Right, sir.

She's been in about ten minutes. We're taking notes, but I don't like it.

Poor chap's being hanged on Saturday.

Eavesdropping on his last talk to his wife…

I appreciate your sentiment but the lives of millions may depend on it.

I know. It just goes against the grain.

[Mrs Pitt] I'll have to move from Dorking, it'll be unbearable.

I'll sell the house and furniture and bury myself in London as a hide-away.

Get myself a job modeling.

You talk as if I'm already dead, Antonia.

I shouldn't count on that happy dream of yours.

-I might even cheat the hangman. -If you do, you'll live to regret it.

-How dare you speak to me-- -I've been a good wife to you. Too good!

I thought you were short of cash!

I paid and paid, hoping it would stop you.

-You're hysterical. -You think I haven't suffered?

You think I haven't been tempted to run to the police?

You think I haven't lain awake at night, staring at a thousand deaths,

torn between my duties as a wife and as a citizen?

Now, I lay awake praying that you'll die, Robert!

-[chair clatters] -[shouting] Take her away!

-Take her away! -[sobbing] I'm going.

[whispering] May God have mercy on your soul.

-Well, did you learn anything? -Nothing I didn't know already.

-I'd like a copy of that. -Yes, sir.

[door unlocks]

[footsteps receding]

It's in here.

"Security leak," it says.

Planes grounded, ports watched. So, it's happened!

Something's missing, isn't it?

You don't have to tell me what, I know! You fools!

I told you this would happen.

I told you Leonidas had planned this!

I knew the plan! I told you and you wouldn't listen!

-That's what I've come to talk about-- -I don't want talk, I want action!

Put an end to this farce, get me out of here!

I'll save your precious secret, I'm the only one who can!

The Home Secretary is still considering your case, sir.

-Perhaps an appeal to your patriotism-- -Patriotism! Patriotism!

Blind obedience to outworn platitude!

Don't come burbling this nonsense to me! Am I to be hanged or not?

If the Home Secretary has reason to believe you are not guilty of murder

of if there are mitigating--

What is the life of one insignificant streetwalker

when the biggest secret you ever had may be behind the Iron Curtain in 24 hours?

Unfortunately, it's a question of justice and principle.

"Justice and principle!"

Would you doom yourselves for principle?

Supposing I told you I have a pretty shrewd idea who Leonidas is.

-You're lying. -He can get in and out of Chertwell.

-He doesn't have to! -Wasn't he on the Manhattan Project?

-Don't try and trick me! -When did the join the cause?

-Was it Russia, Europe, or was it here? -You're groping, Inspector!

-I'll tell you nothing! -You've told me quite a lot, sir.

I want my freedom. My freedom! Then, I'll talk!

[shrieking] Hurry, man! Hurry!

[panting heavily]

[he sobs]

[sinister music]

[car brakes]

Stay here and check with the Yard. Any news, let me have it at once.

Control, C for Charlie calling Amber.

So, you learnt Leonidas was a he. How many 'hes' could there be?

-I think we can narrow it down to six. -Six?

[sinister music continues]

Hi!

-Jill! -Hm, he remembers me!

I don't know who's more surprised: me that you're here or you that me's here!

-Darling, I meant to phone-- -But you didn't. At least Mr Newcombe did.

-Hi! -Hi.

-We were going to have dinner-- -Again.

And you fixed it all. That was sweet of you.

-And optimistic. -If you two want to be alone--

Of course not! I put a large pie in the oven.

I prepared it at home and marched through--

How did you get in?

Well, I put the pie under my arm, pressed the round thing on the wall.

-Eventually, Harold opened the-- -Harold?

Yes, darling, a little man, round face, curly--

-Harold's on holiday. -He is now, but when I--

Where are the papers that were on the table?

-Papers? -A pile of folders here.

Not when I laid it for dinner.

-What time did you get here? -Oh, about… 6:30.

Have him picked up, London airport or one of the stations.

-Harold! This is all we need! -Not that phone, do it through the car.

-Find out where Revski is now. -Right.

-Sorry, darling, I gotta go. -But of course.

If you're not too mad and want to wait for me--

-Somebody's gotta watch the pie! -Don't open the door to anybody.

[she sighs]

"Happy birthday, Jill!"

Why, thank you, darling! This has been my happiest!

[she grumbles]

They're searching for Harold. Revski's at Dorking, they're still tagging him.

I have a hunch a lot's about to happen, so long as we know where they all are.

-Where did this excursion go to? -[Brown] Chertwell.

I'm going to tell them a few well-chosen lies.

[car brakes]

Police?

What police? Inspector Brown, Scotland Yard.

Oh, yes, sir. I'll have to hold you. New orders.

-Call Wing Commander Riddle. -Right away, sir.

-Crawford? -Yes?

-Wing Commander Riddle, Inspector Brown. -Right you are.

Things are a bit tense, you understand? No one allowed in, no one allowed out.

-Quite exciting. -Right.

-Pass him through. -All's in order, sir.

Block C, you know the way.

Who's that? Big brass?

Brown, Scotland Yard.

All this fuss, you'd think someone swiped the crown jewels!

If it was only that, we could get some sleep!

[car brakes]

[machine gun firing]

[gunshots]

[whispering] Get him behind here, I'll try for the door.

-Don't start showing off. -Keep your head down.

It's thick, but not that thick!

[window clatters]

[glass smashes]

-[bucket clattering] -[glass shattering]

[door opens]

Alright, give me that gun.

I-- I picked it up, sir. I heard firing.

Put it on the desk. Where were you?

In the big room, having a cigarette. I heard a sudden burst of--

-There were three bursts! -I couldn't believe the first one--

Picked up my rifle, came along the passage.

-I found that on the floor, still hot. -Did you see anybody?

No, sir. The door out of the passage was open.

-Oh, no! Don't tell me it was the army! -So, what are you doing in here?

-I thought he might be in here. -Who?

-Whoever fired it. -Rope him in.

No, hold it. Get this fingerprinted.

-It has my fingerprints on it! -Better pray it has someone else's too.

-What happened? -This toad took a pot at us--

-I didn't, I swear it! I found it in the-- -Alright, relax!

What's your name, son?

Colter, sir. E-- Eric Colter.

Very well, report to the Sergeant.

He'll keep you in the guard room until further instructions. Got it?

-Yes, sir. -Off you go, at the double.

Look, are you mad? That's taking a chance, isn't it?

A lot of people are taking chances right now.

-Leonidas is taking the biggest of all. -You know him?

Not yet. But somehow, I don't think our soldier is the master spy.

Where's Sir Robert?

-In the rest center, in an emergency-- -Get him. And the other two.

Just a thought, but I hope you know what you're doing.

Too bad he didn't kill somebody. It'd be up to the Murder Squad,

I'd have asked you the same question!

Anything found on the premises?

Not a thing. We searched with Geiger counters.

Besides yourself, who had access to wherever the things were kept?

-Only the three scientists. -All three are suspect.

Suspect? My dear chap, what nonsense! They're of international reputation!

So was Fuchs!

This is ridiculous! You might as well include me!

We do! We include everybody who had access to those things.

The door's been broken open. It could have been anyone of 4,000 workers!

But narrowed down to who knew the existence of those secrets.

How many would you say?

There's been some shooting?

The Constable, sir. I've ordered a complete search.

-When did you do that? -On my way here.

Really, Inspector! The situation is getting intolerable.

I speak for my colleagues

when I say we resent the implication behind the order to stay put.

Sorry, the order's been backed by the Prime Minister.

We appreciate the seriousness, Inspector, but the duration is a trifle worrying.

We have families, you know?

The duration has every chance of being short, another 24 hours at most.

-You mean-- -How much do they know?

No more than you've told them.

I've said nothing.

In the condemned cell at Pentonville,

there is a man due to be hanged the day after tomorrow.

His name is Robert Isaac Pitt.

[Kopek] Well?

In exchange for his life,

he's offered to reveal the name of a master spy we know as Leonidas.

What does the Home Secretary say?

He has decided to grant his request.

-He will be committed to Broadmoor. -Thank heaven for that!

Well, if it's only for another 24 hours.

Are you certain this murderer knows what he's talking about?

As certain as you are that Leonidas isn't someone at Chertwell.

-[phone rings] -Yeah?

Yes, this is Newcombe.

Tell me and I'll pass it on.

When? Now?

Yes, that'll be alright. Yes, quite sure. Right.

It's Mobile, wondering why they can't get in touch with the duty car.

-Where's the driver? -Down in security with the boys.

-I'll bring them up. -No, to the gate. We're off.

-Off? -We're half an hour late as it is.

-Great Scott, is it that late? -Hm.

-I'd keep indoors, gentlemen. -You expecting more trouble?

Not until Pitt talks. Then, anything can happen.

[Kopek] Down here?

If Leonidas isn't down here already, he will be during the next 24 hours.

Good night, gentlemen.

[door shuts]

-Who was on the phone? -Your fiance.

Keep going, you're in a hurry. Mrs Pitt called at your flat, wants to see you.

Mrs Pitt? Interesting.

-I said it was alright. Right? -Right.

-Have you got a license? -No, don't worry.

If we're stopped, I'll pretend I'm drunk.

Do you think they swallowed about the Home Secretary releasing him?

Gave them something to think about. If there is a leak, it'll get to Leonidas.

They'll show his hand?

Make him move quicker, which may give us a lead.

-Got the same idea I have? -Heaven forbid!

Nothing but the soldier's.

Someone was smart enough to wear gloves.

Want it or shall we keep it?

-Better put it in our museum. -Alright.

What about the casualty?

Quite alright, they've taken him to County Hospital.

-Good luck. -Good night.

[thrilling music]

[thrilling music continues]

-I'll send Jill down to wait with you. -Fine, take your time, we'll be happy.

-Better report our position. -Yes, sir.

C for Charlie calling Amber.

-Mrs Pitt. -I'm sorry to do this to you.

I need your help. I desperately need your help.

-Jill, you mind? -Shall I lock myself in the bathroom?

Newcombe's in the car, will you wait with him?

-Please, Miss Wilson's been so kind-- -Don't worry, I don't mind, really.

Besides, in a police car is one place I haven't waited yet.

I must warn you, if you've come to ask for help for your husband,

I'm not allowed to discuss cases settled in the court.

I've come about Pietr Revski.

-Revski? -You've been making enquiries about him.

I suppose you've guessed I'm in love with him.

That side of it's none of our business.

I sound shameless to say it, my husband's about to be hanged, but it's true.

Life has been a nightmare the last few years.

And how can I be of help, Mrs Pitt?

I want you to stop Pietr.

Stop him from doing this fantastic suicidal thing.

What "thing" is this?

Just before dawn, he's leaving

by private plane for Eastern Europe. He's parachuting behind the Iron Curtain.

-Who told you? -He did.

He's a Communist?

Pietr Revski spent years fighting them with members of his organization.

Years of sabotaging, organizing, parachuting arms and information.

-The Anglo-Slav Freedom League. -You must stop him! He's all I've got.

He's the one person who's kept me sane.

[calling out] Newcombe!

I knew my husband was mixed up in something he shouldn't be.

-Who is Leonidas? -I don't know, and I don't care.

I don't care about Cold Wars, or politics, or intrigues!

I just want to be a normal being leading a normal life.

Where do these brave Slav fighters fly from?

They never know til the last minute. He's at the office getting instructions.

-Special Branch. At 37 Buxton Street? -Yes.

Inspector Brown. Johnson?

Slap a cordon round 37 Buxton Street, Soho.

See nobody leaves til you hear from me, especially Revski.

-Excitement? -See Mrs Pitt to wherever she wants to go.

If you call the police station tonight, we'll have some news for you.

Check with me back at the Yard.

Yes, well, uh… [he clears his throat] My name is uh… Newcombe.

-There's no need-- -It's alright, miss.

I'm getting quite good at keeping ladies company.

-Back to the Yard. -Was my pie burning?

Darling, look…

[together] I won't be able to make it tonight.

-You better turn in, get some sleep. -[she grumbles]

-You want some pie? -Sorry, I'm on duty.

Where's Revski now?

Still at Buxton Street, Newcombe's covering him.

-You want to give him his head? -There's a plane waiting.

On that plane, there's the Montebello trigger.

-Revski will lead you to it? -I'm hoping more than that, sir.

I'd like to sign for a gun.

Right. Now, where can we find you a pilot at this time of night?

Get me Croydon.

[mysterious music]

[mysterious music continues]

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[mysterious music continues]

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-[helicopter engine] -[inaudible]

[mysterious music intensifies]

-[mysterious music continues] -[inaudible]

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[mysterious music continues]

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[car brakes abruptly]

[mysterious music continues]

[inaudible]

[mysterious music continues]

[mysterious music continues]

Well, this is it! He's gone into a barn. Can you pick us out?

-A barn in a hollow, a nearby stream. -Yes, I've got you.

-You realize where you are? -Where?

About ten miles from Chertwell, to the north of you.

Wait a minute. Yes, there's a light plane behind the barn.

-Alright, we'll take care of that. -We're coming down.

Start closing in. He may hear our motors, we'll try to keep downwind.

Right! Get your chaps on that barn and the others to close in from the back.

Officer, all these cars hidden, all lights out.

There's a plane behind that barn. See it stays there.

Not that way. Down there.

-[mysterious music continues] -[car engines running]

[speaking Polish] Thank God the weather's nice.

Be careful.

You should be back tomorrow night.

[inaudible]

[speaking Polish] Mirek used the same route too often.

What is it? What's that noise?

That's strange…

do you think it might be…

An airplane.

[in Polish] Sounds like it.

[mysterious music continues]

[helicopter engine whirs]

[speaking Polish] What is that?

A plane taking off.

-They can't leave without us! -It must be another one, then.

Wait here.

Turn around and face the wall. You too.

[speaking Polish] Turn around! Hands up! Police!

-Newcombe? -You're a fool, Revski!

Search the place.

Well, Inspector, at last you found out about me.

-May I turn around? I have no other arms. -You may.

I have reason to believe you're carrying secrets out of the country

liable to be of use to a foreign power.

What is it you're saying?

I'm saying you were leaving the country in an unauthorized plane

acting on behalf of a potential enemy.

Potential enemy? I'm parachuting into Poland to fight the enemies of my people!

[speaking Polish] Is it true, Sir?

I'm sorry, I don't believe you.

-Nothing up there, sir. -Cover him.

I fought for this country! Yuskov knows this!

I would never betray it! Never!

Nothing in the plane. Maps of Holland and parcels of food.

We've opened them up.

-You can't be serious-- -I'm deadly serious.

Alright, then search!

Search for secrets, go on! Dig up this barn, this field!

Go on, search me! Here!

These are forged documents to help me to move about the country.

Medical supplies. Examine them.

Go on, examine them!

There's a man coming down the lane, sir.

A man is coming this way.

-That'll be the man with my transmitter. -Transmitter?

Yes, to keep in touch with London.

Get everyone out of sight, let him come in. Clear the door.

One sound out of either of you… Tell him!

[speaking Polish] Let's keep quiet, someone's coming.

Alright, I won't move.

-Stay where you are! -[box clattering]

Alright, give me that. Wow, this is old!

I told you, it's a transmitter.

I know these, made during the war for our agents.

That's right, very good machine.

Get the Detective Enders to bring the Geiger counter.

-Who gave you that? -I'm not saying!

-You're from Chertwell? -You'll get nothing out of me!

-We'll see about that. -How can he give away our friends?

Many have families abroad. When names are given, families die!

It's the same with atom secrets.

-You want me, Inspector? -Yes, Enders.

Should there be atomic radiation from an ordinary radio set like this?

Not unless there's an atomic bomb core inside it.

That's exactly what I think is inside it. Or part of one.

But this is being lunacy!

-[Geiger counter clicks] -Bullseye!

Right, send these two to Canon Row. Charge them with stealing

the Montebello trigger and getting it out of the country.

-Right. -This is a lie! It's a lie, I tell you!

I knew nothing about this! I tell you I knew nothing!

-Alright, alright. -What about grandpa?

Leave him to the local police, we've got work to do.

[speaking Polish] Jesus Maria! Jesus Maria!

Your radio's asking for you. Car's coming down.

Get that plane collected, seal this place off with a guard.

I want two other cars to follow me to Chertwell.

As a kid, did you want to be a BBC announcer?

-Not that I recall. -Oh, that's a pity.

This morning, you're gonna read the seven o'clock news.

I'm gonna what?

They came through for you, sir.

They've picked up Harold and taken him to Chertwell.

-Good. -What are you talking about?

-Your card. -Where do I do this performance?

Outside C Block, the army have tapped Sir Robert's line.

You don't have to do the time signal.

Big techie stuff! I'm way ahead of you, Sherlock. I've got his name on this paper.

-Ten bob I'm right? -Ten bob you're wrong! Chertwell!

-Newsreaders in the front. -Ha ha!

[mysterious music]

[mysterious music continues]

They're in the office listening to the radio.

-Good. You'll come along too? -Of course.

-We put Harold in the waiting room. -Oh, I forgot something.

-Bring Harold in with the others. -Certainly.

There are two terminals on the mic. They'll cut you in.

-Start talking when you've joined them. -Right.

[mysterious music fades]

Alright, let me have it.

"We interrupt this program to bring you an announcement

just received from the Home Office."

Robert Isaac Pitt, at present in Pentonville--

-Evening, gentlemen. Sorry to keep you up. -It's fine.

…has been granted a dramatic eleventh-hour reprieve.

It has just been announced by the Home Secretary--

-Well, that's good news. -Yes, sir.

Oh, am I glad to see you!

You tell them! You said I could borrow the albums! Tell them you said--

It's not the albums I want, it's the folders.

-Folders? -You went back after I'd gone.

-Yes, I forgot my umbrella. -You took folders and dossiers.

Oh, those! That's right. I could see they were sort of confidential.

With Miss Wilson being there, not knowing who was coming in…

-I didn't like leaving them. -Where are they?

At the Yard.

-I dropped them at your office. -For heaven's sake!

If Pitt has talked, it's more important than a few folders!

-Pitt has talked? -The Home Secretary reprieved him.

-Is that official? -On the radio.

-Good morning. -Well, they did it.

-Reprieved. -[he whistles] What did they say?

If Pitt's talked, you know who the spy is.

Not yet. This must have happened after I left London.

One thing we do know: the Montebello trigger is in there.

-In there? -What?

-Are you certain? -The Geiger counter was.

-It's a transmitter. How can-- -Don't open it!

If it's true, it must be opened in the lab under proper precautions.

-You'd kill us all by radiation! -That is so, Inspector.

I can understand your impatience.

-I'll make the necessary arrangements. -Will that take long?

No, not very long.

I can't tell you how relieved I am that we, four, are no longer suspects.

-Excuse me. -Not four, Sir Robert.

-I've narrowed it down to two! -[thrilling music]

[alarm rings]

Put out a general security alarm immediately.

Professor Robinson-Heston is to be stopped and brought here, at the double!

-Get him? -No, but we will. He can't get out.

-[alarm wails] -What's that?

Little security alarm. There's 2,000 volts going over boundary walls.

Give me the mic.

Professor, we can all save ourselves a lot of trouble if you accept the inevitable.

-[alarm wails] -You're only delaying things.

[police whistle]

[thrilling music]

-[police whistle] -[alarm wails]

Up D and E!

Circle A and B! He must still be in the inner ring.

-Is he out? -We've still to know.

-[alarm wails] -[thrilling music continues]

[thrilling music continues]

[thrilling music continues]

[police whistle]

[police whistle]

[engine groans]

[police whistle]

[thrilling music intensifies]

-Stay back, Inspector! -That won't do you any good.

There are 300 men closing in on you.

[gunshot]

-You alright? -Yeah.

[thrilling music continues]

-[gunshot] -Stand back!

-[thrilling music ends] -[clattering]

Well, he's had it.

-You knew? -When he left the room, yes.

-Why in the world didn't you arrest him? -What for? To get ten years?

-One day, he'd come out again. -Maybe it's best this way.

Let's get moving. See you later, gentlemen.

Pentonville?

-There are two things I want to know. -Hm?

-No, three. -Huh?

Ten shillings, was it?

Harold, sorry about all this. One of those things.

One of those very nasty things, sir.

I should tear that up before Harold sues you.

[moody piano music]

-[footsteps approaching] -[keys clattering]

I came to tell you that Leonidas shot himself this morning.

I guessed you'd found out who he was.

Now, Inspector, please. I'm trying to listen to this.

Just two more things, sir.

-Why did you kill Yvette Saunders? -[he sighs]

-She had cold feet. -[piano music ends]

No, Inspector, she got cold feet.

She wanted to stop being one of us.

The Pole, Revski, was he one of the ring?

Of course not.

We used his brave but misguided leak to carry for us.

I'm afraid they mostly got shot on landing.

Please, Inspector, I want to hear the other side of this record

and I haven't much time.

I'm a busy man today, you know?

[moody piano music]

-Will you do me a favor? -Of course.

Ring the Yard, tell them to let Revski lose.

-Those two are due a bit of happiness. -I think you're due a bit of sleep.

[romantic music]

I arrest you, in the name of Inspector Brown.

-Hmm? -The sentence: marriage.

[sleepily] You want some pie?

-[romantic music continues] -[phone rings]