All language subtitles for Game Set Match 03 Berlin Game

Thank you.

Did you ever say hello to a girl you
almost married long ago?

Did she smile that faint smile and give
your arm a hug in a gesture you'd almost

forgotten?

That's how I feel about Berlin.

Berlin is home.

Why should I be so afraid?

One hour, Karen. Very good, sir. Thank
you.

Alan, this is for me.

What on earth are you doing back here?

How did you know I was back?

I want you to think.

Haven't got our ears sufficiently to the
ground.

Right to the very top.

It's my old nursery, Frank.

Frowhead, it does have better
accommodation, Bernard. Why are you

expenses? I'm sentimental.

In fact, you're sentimental about
letting your old friends know you're

town.

What was it last night, Hattie?

A dustbin job at Checkpoint Charlie?

I should be told what's going on on our
little island, laddie.

Maybe I don't like to be clocked in all
over the place.

No, you've just been clocked in.

Are they watching you or me?

Well, it can hardly be you. They've been
there all night.

Hmm. Not impertinent.

So why do they think they are?

Soon chase their tails out of here.

Who's Dastren, Bernard?

Oh, just a maybe. He didn't turn up.

What a coincidence.

The road back just in time for leak
number two.

And don't worry.

It wasn't Berlin. It wasn't German desk.

This came out of London.

before it was boomeranged back.

I must say, I think I sure bloody well
know what's going on.

A bit old -fashioned, isn't it, Frank?

Was it hidden under somebody's pedicure
for the checkpoint?

Telephone. One floor down.

I want that artist back on the wall.

Last time I was up in this little room
was the evening your father organized

that surprise birthday party for Frau
Hennig.

He had a six -piece dance band
downstairs, all dressed up.

Too much drink for a young probationer
like me. I passed out on that very bed.

Not, I hasten to add, your father had
any idea we were all drinking moonshine.

Not one to mix with the black market,
your dad.

You ought to help anyone in Berlin Field
who did.

Who knew?

None of your old school Oxbridge
nonsense for him.

Or you two.

What's that?

It gets to be a bit of a handicap,
doesn't it?

You're a bellinerish man.

You've bombed out Old City with your
education.

People who brought up here in those days
didn't need universities.

You care to put that in writing and tell
them in London?

You're still miffed about Dickie Pryor
picking up the German desk?

Well, knowing Berlin doesn't exactly
teach you a lot about office politics.

And in that particular subject, Dickie
Pryor has read a PhD.

What do you make of them?

Me?

Ah.

It's real, so it, Frank.

It's fairy tales.

It's a lot of guesswork, something
Moscow's dreamed up to get us all

You'd have to say that, wouldn't you?

Whatever it is, London Central has to
pretend nothing's wrong.

They look to me like a photocopy of SIS
minutes straight out of London office.

And then boomerang back as a crude
attempt at destabilization.

Trying to undermine Brahms, are they?

Is that what last night's dustbin was
all about?

Sounds like Tiki, if you will.

London, bloody central.

Why do you suppose they were watching
you?

Maybe someone trying to tell me to stay
home in London.

What's the line of dialogue these days,
Frank?

Beat it, you sobbits.

You're loitering with intent.

You intend loitering with intent, Simon?

Cheap day return, Dickie Cryer called
it.

Stay and have a look around. Then you
can go back to London and tell them the

rodent is somewhere under their desk.

Not mine.

Come to supper tonight.

What luck, informal.

You're still here.

Where were the papers left?

I was in the Turkish quarter.

How were you signalled?

Better box key.

Who sent it?

A girl.

She dropped it.

In the palm of my hand.

I've been waiting for you.

Are you well?

Yeah.

Happy?

Yeah.

Why don't you come over and have a cup
of coffee?

You're always fine.

And how's Samson?

My mother or my wife?

Why, your mother first. Don't you think
so?

They're both well.

And the kinder? Oh, the kinder. They're
growing up too fast.

So nothing changes.

Nothing changes.

Everything changes.

Look at me. Look at my ugly old face.

The decaying body.

And you'd say nothing changes.

Life is cruel, Bernie. You'll discover
it too.

Life is cruel.

You were always the prettiest girl in
Friar Henning.

So, you shouldn't complain.

You are a terrible liar, Frank.

But you may tell me all those lies as
often as you like.

Then shall I tell you how often I've
fallen in love with you?

Pardon me?

Are you both still in pharmaceuticals?

I hope you don't intend to go over to
the other side, Bernie.

They have all the medicine they need now
in the East.

And they are getting pretty rough with
medicine sellers.

I'm not going anywhere, Liesl. This is
just a holiday.

Holiday.

Yes, with the two of you, talking like
on third at seven o 'clock in the

morning.

Have you seen Werner?

Yes, he brought me here last night.

I still remember the night he was born
in this house, Frank.

With his father hiding upstairs and his
mother lying on the kitchen table.

Very bad air raid.

One of your English bombs, Frank,
stopped the church clock on

It's been half past seven for the last
40 years.

I always tell Werner that he stopped the
clock.

The night he was born.

That clock's been going again for the
last six years, probably.

It shows how much you're getting
yourself out of the house these days.

Werner, yes, he was lucky.

I mean, I don't suppose there were many
young Jewish boys knocking around Berlin

in the 40s.

Werner survived because his father was a
digger of graves in the Jewish

cemetery.

In Vicency.

He was born lucky.

Most of the time he still needs his
love.

Thank you for the coffee.

One day you must come to dinner.

Preferably when the two of us can be
alone.

Certainly.

Tell me, Bernie, is Werner in some sort
of trouble?

You know, I give him half of my life's
savings.

He said he could make them work better
for me than the banks.

Well, Werner will never cheat you,
Liesl.

Well, a woman on her own is helpless.

No one will ever tell her anything.

Frank is a naughty boy.

Who told you about Frank Harrington
being a naughty boy?

For instance, Mrs. Harrington spends
much too much time back in England, and

Frank's got other amusements.

Oh, they have a large house to look
after back there.

Frank owns houses everywhere.

You ask him, for instance, about the one
he's got out in Lubavs, where he keeps

his popsies tucked away.

I'll show you.

Wait a minute.

This old donkey.

Always after young girls.

But he could be your grandfather.

Axel, hallo, yes.

Mr. Bern, what on earth are you doing
back here?

Four years, Axel.

Five. My father counts the days.

Rolf, how is the old bastard?

Always asking after you.

I can't think why.

You do not want to make a social call,
don't you?

First office box numbers, Axel.

Impossible.

That's citizen's privacy.

I'd lose my job.

1 ,028, 425.

We all figured you'd grow up to be a
gangster. Did we ever tell you that? Oh,

yes, many times, Axel. Like we told you,
you grew up to be a left -handed cop. 1

,000 is Berlin. What's 28?

Blue bars.

Tomorrow lunchtime, Axel.

Street name and number.

I'll come to your house.

I'll come to your house with some old
stories for the wife and kids, Axel.

Fair enough.

Aye, what dangerous games we used to
play in the ruins of this city.

Falling out of bombed -out buildings.

Trying to fly model planes that wouldn't
fly.

Throwing stones at Russian tanks.

Now you go on playing these dangerous
games, one foot in the east, one in the

west.

I look back now at those adventures and
I shudder.

Which... is, I suppose, why I am no
longer suitable for employment in the

Who are you hiding from today with your
healthy paranoia?

One of Frank Harrington's people.

Who would Frank Harrington have somebody
following you?

That bloody old man is in a panic.

The whisper says there's a leak in
Berlin.

So he flips around to make sure it's
nothing to do with him.

Ah, the twaddle.

Frank's tired.

All he thinks about now is his pension.

He doesn't even hate communists anymore.

Is there a leak?

There is no leak.

Really?

I'll tell Rolf Mauser it's just his
paranoia, shall I?

See what I mean?

Day and night.

Frank's really put the boot in, hasn't
he?

Even the Americans won't use me these
days.

Sitting on Checkpoint Charlie with you
last night was the first operational

contact I have had in five years.

You actually asked Berlin Field for a
job? On my knees to Frank Harrington?

Never.

That's hard on Frank.

Perhaps he misconstrues some of your...

Extramural activities.

You might imagine a little discreet
black market here and there.

Set up with Liesel's life savings.

Don't mother me. Please, Fernie. Oh,
sure.

You know us much better.

Pretty girl.

Your daughter?

Open it up.

Not that. It's mine.

I don't care. It belongs to Herbert von
Karajan.

But I do, since it happens to belong to
a senior British army officer.

Do you have identification?

Yes.

I would get your identification brought
out to date if I were you, Major Bishop.

Spied three months ago.

Scheiss Nazi.

Running around, making Frank
Harrington's boot polish and chasing

I've been drinking beer in here for 30
years.

Wedding present from Liesl?

Still at Muni?

She called me last week.

Wanted to know how I was.

How were you?

What the hell would you feel if it was
Fiona?

Well, what is Major Bishop supposed to
be carrying in his briefcase?

Half a million Swiss francs. A new
paper.

Wow.

Been sightseeing, Major Bishop?

It was you.

What were you about?

Setting the dogs on Verna.

Verna's beginning to think you've closed
the doors against her.

Beginning to think?

Verna was blackballed after the council,
Sir Verna.

We made an intercept on Karlshorst for
the very first time, but somehow it was

reported back to the Russians.

Werner was in charge of communication
security that night.

Well, I'm sure it wasn't him.

Werner was the leaked source.

Why didn't you ask Joe Brody? I called
him in to carry out the investigation.

Is that why Joe Brody's here tonight, to
put the finger on Werner?

Well, Joe's an old friend of Werner's.

Goes back a long way.

Thought it was you, Samson.

Yeah, I know, I know. What the hell am I
doing back in Berlin?

I'm to check up on Frank, if you'd help.

He has quite a collection, doesn't he?

Worth a pretty packet, Samson.

Still on the Berlin staff, then, Joe?

No, no. I never was.

I'm only a part -timer in your games.

Always have been.

Do you remember anything about the
Karlshorst business, Joe?

I'd have known you had an ulterior
motive, Frank.

Was Karlshorst a genuine leak, or...?
Never was proved, one way or another.

Who were the suspects?

They were under the building.

I gave you a free hand. I didn't want
the Yanks to think we were covering

anything up.

How did the finger come to point at
Verna Faulkner?

Process of elimination.

How many people were involved?

I had the whole office on duty that
night. Staff on two ships.

Brett, Verna, Fiona, myself.

Hmm.

Was Charles Trent around?

Trent? He was FCO.

The foreign office guy?

No. No chance of printing it on him.

The way I understood it, he had no
access to the building.

You can remember it so well.

Sure.

It took a little time to dig Trent's
file out of London, but he was clear.

In fact, if I remember correctly,
everyone cleared on file except Bernard

Bolton.

Yes, well, it stands to reason, doesn't
it?

Bernard didn't have a London clearance.

Doesn't mean to say he was a Soviet
agent, though.

Like I said, nothing was proved one way
or the other.

There were no charges made.

Officially.

But unofficially, he was given the boot.

I think I should explain, Joe.

Bernard was at school with Verna Fulton.

Your loyalty does you credit, Samson.

Thank you, Joe.

Jesus, I know guys in your position
would be trying to pin it on their

So, guten tag.

Great name and number?

What if I lose my job on Monday?

Hello, you old English whore!

Hey!

My father gets the best of both worlds.

Social justice in the East, decadence in
the West, and duty free in no man's

land.

I heard you were here, Bernd. I had to
come over and see you.

Here.

A drink to old Uri, wherever he is.

They say he shot out the lights for you.

He was set up, Bernd.

I just want to be sure you don't think
it was anything that I might have said.

No.

So there's...

Someone in London trying to flush us
out.

Your old Brahms network.

Oh, don't worry about him. He doesn't
even know who Beethoven is.

I thought I knew Berlin like a dentist
knows a patient's mouth.

Lubars.

Trust Frank Harrington to have his
mistress in the one part of the city

looks like Ascot.

Monsieur,

are you all right?

There

is

my house. You want to wash them?

Oh, thank you.

You're welcome.

You speak English very well.

You have to.

In this town?

Do you

know this is the first time I've been
out to Lubasz?

It's amazing, isn't it? 20 minutes from
the city center, and you're right out in

the country.

If it wasn't for the wall all around us,
whichever way we turn.

Would you like some coffee?

Yes, please.

You get used to it.

Not everyone does.

My grandfather was in Berlin once and
couldn't stop looking at the wall.

He used to have a farm in East Prussia,
800 kilometers from Berlin.

And it was still in Germany.

Do you know how far from your Poland's
now?

Less than 60.

Very good coffee.

I have it delivered from Cadivet.

You don't get into town too often.

It does get a bit lonely out here.

It does.

I also get very bored.

I'm a friend of Frank's.

I work with him.

Frank Harrington?

Is anyone Frank in Berlin?

Do you have a message from him? Is
something wrong?

I hope not.

You didn't tell me your name.

You see, Frank's in a very sensitive
job.

And sometimes that means checking up on
him and on his closer friends or

companions.

He'd have a lot of explaining to do
about a house in Lubaus. How long have

been here?

I don't have to answer your question.

Not yet.

What do you mean?

Well, if it comes to an official
inquiry, you will have to answer all

Mrs. Faulkner.

Did Frank give you my name?

Frank doesn't even know I'm here.

What is your name?

I'd rather we kept his private life
private.

You know, I mean, how would he feel?

Young man in his own office.

Tile reports on who you are, where you
go, who you meet, how much money you've

got in bank accounts.

Other men you might have met in previous
escapades.

You still haven't told me your name.

No, I haven't, Mrs. Fulton.

It's Samson, Bernard Samson.

What a very professional spy you are,
Mr.

Bernard Sampson.

I wonder how Bernard would feel if he
knew where his great friend was and what

he was doing.

Where does Bernard think you are?

I imagine that is a tricky question.

The Coca -Cola driver with the big
truck.

I'd really love to know how that works.

Is it a friend of yours sending Werner
postcards from Munich?

I can't believe you'd fall for that old
trick.

Or is it Frank helping out with one of
our couriers when he's not at home with

his wife and family?

Frank must be an income scissor at baths
out some of the time, but he's a real

man, Mr. Sampson. And Werner is not.

And you hold hands together in the pram.

And watch the wall being built. I know
all of that.

But you try.

And live with him for a year. And find
out what he's really like.

He can't make up his mind about anything
at all.

It's a very strange life you must lead,
Mrs. Faulkner.

having all your coffee delivered from
Cardivet because you don't go into town

case you bump into your own husband.

Frank will get you kicked out of the
service.

I wouldn't mention any of this to Frank
if I were you.

I mean, if it comes to an official
inquiry, he'll probably lose his job,

pension.

And if that happens, he might turn
around and think it's all your fault.

You bastard!

Only doing my job.

So was Eichmann. Well, I'm sure you know
more about German history than I do,

Mrs. Baldwin, so I'll just have to take
your word for that.

Get out!

Get out!

It's me.

That's my bat.

They're not with you, then?

Hello?

Hello, darling. Are you calling me from
Berlin?

Oh.

Uh, no, she's not. I think she said she
was taking the kids to see your mother.

Of course I'm alone, darling.

George is still in Rome waiting for his
audience.

Hi.

My brother -in -law.

He's been in Berlin?

That's probably an official secret.

Well, official, darling, I'll tell you.

Why was he phoning you?

Looking for his wife and family.

You wouldn't know the feeling, Giles.

My intention is to upgrade the entire
Brahms operation.

If you don't lose it altogether.

An upgrade would give me an extra
undersecretary.

I was rather thinking in terms of your
expertise.

And the pleasure it would be to work
with you more closely.

5 -7 -4 -1 -6 -4.

Hello?

Did the trip go well?

I did what I was told.

Not you, darling.

You never do what you're told.

I did ring,

you know, several times.

From Berlin. But you were never in.

I mean, I wouldn't want you to think I
hadn't called.

Well, I must have been out.

How was Berlin?

Out every evening, then, were you?

Well, Frank Harrington tell us about the
leak.

Everyone's running around like headless
hens, vetting, counter -vetting.

Did you find out anything in Berlin?

All right.

All right, I didn't ask.

Brett, today, he was vetting you, was
he?

I was invited there for lunch, Bernie,
with the children.

Vetting them as well, I suppose.

Darling, I was told you're expected back
on Monday.

I thought you'd be spending today with
Werner. Otherwise, of course, I wouldn't

have gone away.

Werner's the last person I would have
been spending today with.

Circumstances. What circumstances?

Circumstances of not believing a bloody
word anyone's telling me.

You rang, didn't you?

This afternoon at Brett's.

And I answered the phone and you hung up
on me.

You'd have been in time to come down and
join us if you'd opened your mouth,

said hello.

What's the matter with you?

You think I'm having an affair with
Brett Rensselaer?

Is that where your paranoia has led you?

Well, damn you to do it.

You were sent to Berlin to... of Brahms
4, and that you made no attempt to clear

it through me. What in hell did you
imagine you were going to do with it?

We didn't know it was Brahms 4, Brett.

But if it was?

German desk has responsibility to border
crossings.

It's our family's shitheads if anything
goes wrong.

That's your problem.

Brahms Network is my desk, Richard.
Don't you ever forget that.

So? No, Brahms 4.

Who did you see?

Werner Volkmann, Wolf Mauser.

Did you go over?

I'm not in the field, Brett.

I'm not authorized to cross the wall.

You didn't tell Frank this leaked
material was genuine.

Frank really doesn't give a damn whether
it's genuine or not, just so long as it

doesn't come dribbling out of his Berlin
office.

You're a bit hard on Frank, aren't you?

Does he understand the implications?

If our people on the other side get to
know the leaks from London, they'll

running like rabbits.

Frank believes that that's the intention
of leaking the leaks back to us.

They're going for bronze.

You wouldn't have a penciled -in name
for the leaks.

Mr. Giles Trent.

Giles?

I've known him forever.

You'll be wasting your time there, old
boy.

The report will be with the DG tomorrow.

All right.

All right.

But I warn you, Bernard.

You go behind my back just once more.

Coming home?

Look at it.

Well, bring the papers home.

We can't all be classified.

Where are you?

Charles Trent, Foreign Office.

Played cricket for Blue Mentals.

Belongs to Whitehall but trespasses
regularly.

Knocks off an awful lot of secretaries.

You're quite a little gumshoe, aren't
you?

I begin to worry how much you know about
me.

Do you want me to come with you?

Catch the pieces when you throw them out
the window.

Call the duty officer, Julian.

Get him to send a couple of minders.

Whoever's on the roster.

Okay.

It's all right. I stuck a wedge in the
door last time someone went in.

Go home, Junior.

How the devil did you get in? I'm a
member of the Magic Circle.

If Fiona sent you here to talk about
Tessa, you can forget it.

It's none of your damn business.

In fact, nothing I do could be any of
your damn business.

I saw you on a plane last week, flying
into Tegel.

You mean to tell me you've come here in
the middle of the night to give me a

bloody parking ticket?

Did you have authorization to go over
the wire into the East?

I went to see the Berlin Ensemble and
for a meal at the Ganymede.

You'd have been ID'd at Charlie and
picked up long before you got anywhere

the Ganymede.

Unless, of course, they were expecting
you.

Were you in the Cars Club tonight?

Yeah. Talking with a member of the
Russian embassy staff?

It's a chess club.

I play with all kinds of people.

I don't ask what they do for a living.

I think you was KGB, don't you?

The Russian is a friend of my sister's.

They met at the opera.

Oh.

How was Berlin?

I tried not to look too hard and left
before I could smell it.

And home?

Hm?

Frau Liesel's.

Listen, I don't want to feel that Berlin
is part of my life anymore.

This is my home.

You're my home.

It works against us all the time.

It could be paranoia.

And knowing each time you're in danger.

I sprung a little mole tonight.

The mole?

Giles Trent.

Giles?

Oh, I don't believe it.

I'm not the only one who won't.

Under interrogation from the heavies at
MI5, she's not very careful.

Oh, my God.

Charles is hardly a literal mole, is he?
He's an FCO undersecretary.

Hmm.

Fell rather too easily into a net, I
think.

What do you mean?

Remember the Carlson intercept, please?

How could I ever forget?

Was Charles trying to actually... In the
Berlin office, the night Count's horse

leaped. You remember Giles, darling? He
was up there every night for coffee to

see if any of the girls wanted to lift
back into town.

Yeah, but can you remember him being in
the office that particular evening?

Yes. Frank had us all working late.

So Giles didn't get to give anyone a
lift.

He was quite miffed.

You mean you think Karlshorst could have
been leaked by him?

I suppose that might make sense.

It would also let Werner off the hook,
wouldn't it?

Did you see Werner?

No. And this new wife of his?

Oh, she's done a bumble.

Already?

Coca -Cola salesman from Munich with a
very big truck.

Actually, I found her shacked up with
Frank Harrington.

What?

Couldn't quite work out whether Verna
knew about it or not.

Do you really think I could have had an
affair with Brett Rensselaer?

I love you.

Yeah.

Okay.

Giles Trent.

I think it's so -so.

Is there a metal light?

There are no more lights.

He likes the dark.

Giles!

Okay, what the hell happened? I should
be asking you that question.

You made a quasi -arrest without any
form of authorization.

Poor old child. He could hammer you if
he had a mind.

Poor old child, is it?

One has to assume your interrogation
went way over the top.

My interrogation served its purpose,
Dickie. An attempted suicide is as good

a confession in my book.

And his sister's in there with him.

How does she turn up?

She lives around the corner.

You don't quite understand who you all
are.

You must be aware that your brother
worked in the Foreign Office.

Yes. And that some of his work was
classified.

We have to find out why this happened.

It happened because of whatever happened
last night.

Yes, well, we're going to get your
brother into a nice comfortable room

medical attention on tap.

I think I have some right to his next of
kin to make that decision myself.

The ambulance will be here in a moment.
I wonder, could I trouble you to put

some of these things into a case, a bag?

Just enough for a few days.

I'm going with him.

Well, if you like, I'll phone the office
and ask. They almost always say no.

It's the trouble of getting anything
done at this time of the morning. None

the really senior people can be found.

I thought you were a senior.

Yes, exactly. That's what I mean.

There'll be nobody senior enough to
countermand my orders.

Poor Giles.

To be working for people like you.

Was it you here with him last night?

Married in opera, but not in Seville.

Six letters.

Any ideas?

I know nothing about opera.

I hate opera.

Besides... That's not the crossword.

That's the classifieds you're pretending
to read.

I'm just looking for another job.

Coming home?

Yeah.

How's suicide?

He'll survive.

I don't care whether he lives or dies.

So long as he doesn't drag Tessa into
all this mess.

Can you keep her out of it?

Rather depends on Tessa.

Is she sleeping with him?

How do you define sleeping?

Especially with Tessa.

If the department finds out, they'll
send someone round asking questions.

And then George is sure to get to know
about it.

He's back from Rome tomorrow.

Poor George.

Because it's silly, sweetie.

Funny, isn't it?

It's the cuckolded husbands rather than
the guilty parties that seem to lose

face these days.

You smell good.

I've been to the cabinet office.

The nicer you smell, the more favours
you get.

Does that rule apply for husbands as
well?

I'll give it a try.

Nice to see you again, Mr. Thompson.

Ted Riley.

God.

How are you? How's the... I don't
believe it. How's the family?

Bright and shining.

Now, listen to me.

I hear you've been back to Berlin.

You getting your hands dirty again?

Oh, well, I'm just a messenger boy these
days, Ted.

Makes two of us this way.

Shunted out into the sidings with our
wheels getting rusty, eh?

Tell us this.

How is the old place?

Well, it's not so old anymore, Ted. I
mean, there are bits of Berlin that even

you wouldn't recognise.

I'd know the people.

That would be enough.