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Yeah, I'm ok.

- Can you get my bag? - Yes.

Can you phone me from the vets?

Yes, but you're not coming?

No, there is blood all over the place.

- Goodnight, sir... Goodnight.

Maybe he's gone out?

Mmmm. I think I should go. I don't really want to tell him on the phone anyway.

Do you think he's the type to get upset?

Well, You're the one that's been taking care of Joey all this time.

Oh come on, Christy, you misjudge him!

I hope so - for your sake. Stay here a bit... wait until he gets back.

No, I think I should go. The walk will do me good anyway.

- Here's your jersey. - Oh thanks

Arrggh!

Now just a minute... What's going on...?

Now wait a minute...!

Bastard!

Ah, Miss Summer-field. I feel I've been very tolerant these last few weeks.

I mean what with you and that young man upstairs there.

But when his friends go smashing this palace up and assaulting me...

I was knocked to the floor, you know!

Well, that's when I call the police. And I ruddy well will next time!

He won't open that door. As a matter fact, he told me where I could go!

Martin! Martin! Open the door!

The lout!

Martin! Open the door, it's me! Martin! Open the door!

- They came here, didn't they? - Yeah.

Well, what happened? When? Oh my God, you're bleeding!

- They took the negatives. - Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah.

The dog's dead, isn't it?

- It was the milk. - What do you mean?

They poisoned the milk. They poisoned the bloody milk!

- What killed Joey? - Yeah.

- But we could have drunk that milk! - I think that was the general idea...

- Oh Jesus!

- Shall I call the police? - Mmmm?

I'll call the police. At least you will be safe.

Would I?

What are you doing?

I'm trying to clean up my flat!

You're right angry. I shouldn't have let you get involved!

"Let me get involved"! If you could hear what you're saying!

D'you know what really bothers me is it doesn't seem to affect you - nothing does really!

It just seems so unreal. It's like a bloody film!

I'm as frightened as you are.

Knowing what we do. I imagine we're both in danger

But we don't know anything!

I know! He doesn't think so!

We can't stay here.

Bastard!

- What time is it? - Nearly two.

Alright now - stay at Christy's. Stay in the flat. Don't go anywhere except the University.

But I want to see Dowdall's report when you get it.

Now then, I want you to ring Purdy on this number... Ok?

Now I want you to find out whether he's got any contacts who can tell us whether any of the ships

from the NATO exercise are in the port at the moment.

See if you can speak to someone who might have been in the Barents Sea at the time...

Someone who might know what happened.

Perhaps I should ring the Kremlin as well!

Look! I'm doing me best. What are you laughing at?

I don't know. Christ!

The way we get out of this is to find out exactly what it is we're supposed to bloody well know!

That they were spying?

It's got to be more than that, hasn't it? Like why she disappeared.

Why did she disappear?

This feels really strange.

Look, everything's going to be all right.

How are we going to hide when we don't even know who they are?

You can always tell who they are. They wear dirty raincoats and cameras in their ties!

- I just hate it! We haven't done anything wrong. - I know

- It's mad... - Yeah.

There you are then, laddie, your own private yacht.

Welcome aboard. A regular home-sweet-home!

- Thanks a lot Sam - Ah... Oh aye.

I can’t tell you how grateful I am.

You couldn't make it twelve, could you? I've a chance of this video cassette and this fella...

He won't take less then that twelve. Oh ta. Mind you, I don't blame him. It's bloody filthy!

- Its lovely. - Well borrow it, if you like.

- Thank you. - Thank you Moira.

- Now. How are you getting on at Centaur Street? - Oh, appreciably well.

I do realise there may be problems taking over Main's responsibilities, with him still around.

It'll clearly require a small measure of obliquity on your part. Main a close friend?

- Hardly. - An ally, I hope?

We were both working to the same end.

And you knew about these clinics, these soldiers, did you?

No. that was something of a betrayal, I felt.

Yes... I wouldn't want you to watch him too overtly.

But I would expect you to protect our interests.

- Of course. - Sugar?

No, thank you.

I've had another call from the Senior Scientific Officer.

Dawdall is apparently unsettled at the dismissive attitude to his report on the lifebuoy.

Look into that if you will. He's demanding to speak to someone in Intelligence. Placate him.

- Difficulty? - No. No problem.

Yes. Yeh. I see... ls there no-one who deals with administration?

Oh could I speak to him...?

No, no no, I've just rung them and they put me onto you... Yeah... If you would...

Yes, please, that would be very kind.

Why is that? Does that mean the ship was damaged?

A buckled what? Bow, bow plating? Buckled bow plating.

Yeah... How.. How would she damage her bow?

Hello, I'm sorry... It's a terrible line... Yeah, I see.

Would that be... was that during the NATO... the NATO exercise?

Yes. Who was the captain of the Tuscan? Could you spell that please?

Mmmm... Yeah...

Oh? Why not? I see... Thanks very much any way. Yes, you've been very helpful.

Thank you, b'bye.

- How's it going? - Fine, I'll be just be another few minutes.

My tenant increasing her interests?

There we are... HUNINGER... H.M.S. Tuscan.

What's this? Where did you get this?

- I'm just looking for an address, that's all! - Really...!

Alex!

- Sorry! - Ssshh!

Mrs Huninger? I'm Suzy Summerfield. We spoke on the telephone last night.

How do you do? You said you wanted to ask me something about my husband and Tuscan.

I was hoping that you husband might be able to tell me something...

...about the disappearance of the Caistor.

You'd better come inside.

Thank you.

Tuscan was new command for Peter.

We both put a shilling under her mast when she was being built. For good luck.

- Oh really? - Oh, do sit down.

Thanks.

He'd been at sea for about four months and when he returned, he'd changed beyond recognition.

Do you know, not one of those bastards from Tuscan came to see him when he came home.

It's as if they were trying to pretend that it never happened.

They've broken him.

Who are they?

The Lords of the Admiralty.

I feel so helpless when I have to visit him in hospital...

And the psychiatric ward is no place to take the boys.

I knew immediately he came home that something was wrong.

Peter was always so alive, so cheerful. He practically ignored me and snapped at the boys.

Well, he... he was never like that!

And then he gradually went to pieces. He wouldn't eat, he wouldn't dress properly...

He just sat around all day in his pyjamas.

And then he started to lock himself in the Study.

Well, I had another key made. I was so scared for him.

Oh, it's easy to imagine such things.

And then about two weeks ago, I went to the study.

I heard him talking. I thought he was using the telephone.

There he was, in his uniform...

He'd taken a razor blade... and he cut off all the buttons and all the gold braid.

And he was just crying!

He looked like a frightened child...

He's been in hospital ever since!

- And you don't know why? - No.

- Will you be going to see him soon? - Yes.

- Would you mind if I came with you? - No.

- Hello Sam - Oh, hello.

- Has my girlfriend been here? - Aye, you're cutting it a bit fine, you know.

I'm due off in ten minutes.

- You're scared, you know? - Yes. Yes, I am.

Ah well, it's no business of mine. Oh, your girlfriend left you this.

- Is it good news? - Could be.

- Do you mind if I stay here a bit. - No. Help yourself.

Mmm. Yes, well I assume you want to take this business further?

Splendid.

We must meet. Can you come down here.

No, no. I'm afraid no. It's being made very difficult for me.

You're not the only one... Yes... Yes... Good.

Well I'll... I'll look forward to that.

I too. Goodnight, Mr. Taylor.

Goodnight, Dr. Dowdall... And thank you very much.

Agghhhhh!!!!

Oh! Jesus Christ Almighty!

- Excuse me, Mrs. Huninger. - Yes.

- Are you going to see your husband? - Yes.

- I'm afraid you'll have to see him on your own. - I'd like my friend to be with me.

I'm sorry. It was made perfectly clear to you on your first visit...

...that only immediate family would be allowed to see him.

I know he would be pleased to see her.

Would you come to my office, please.

Would you mind closing the door please.

- Now if I could have your name. - Suzy Summer-field.

What on earth has this got to do with anything?

- Did you report to Reception when you arrived? - No.

I'm sorry you feel that you can flout our rules.

Miss Summer-field is a close personal friend; besides this isn't a prison!

- Are you a friend of Captain Huninger? - Yes.

Oh, for heaven's sake!

Mrs. Huninger. This is done for the sake of the patients.

Your husband is here because he is ill.

My duty is to protect him from the outside world - and from himself.

You might also consider your own safety.

There are patients here far less manageable than Captain Huninger.

- I do realise this is a very difficult time for you. - Yes!

Could I have your address please, Miss Summerfield.

Butcher, Baker...

You ever hear of him?

A verse or something, is it?

No, no, Baker was here... In Intelligence.

Used to be in dirty jobs. Before Hillmore's time.

Surely it was Langdon.

No - oh ostensibly.

Do you know why Baker was successful?

- No. - He had everyone there.

What do you think of Hillmore?

- He's in charge? - Oh yeh... Why?

What are his special qualities?

- Probity?

- You like the way the works then? - He's a very fair man, by all accounts.

That really doesn't answer my question.

You see, I was wondering whether the service could do with somebody a little less delicate.

That's just a feeling I get.

Hillmore's idea of a dirty trick is putting milk into China tea.

I though he sacked you because you had someone killed.

I thought it'd be good for you, being involved in this Caistor business.

We're not doing too badly are we?

Hillmore said you'd asked for me.

He wasn't at all keen... Apparently...

There you are... If it had been his choice...

Oh well, he's frightened of new blood.

What happened to Baker?

He went freelance. He earns a fortune in Libya.

I appreciate what you are saying.

Worth a thought or two, isn't it?

There is a tide in the affairs of men...

ls one in danger of drowning?

If I thought you couldn't swim Simon, I wouldn't be conducting this trenchant dialogue.

Right, off you go.

- Are you Martin Taylor? - Yes I am.

Good heavens! Well, you had better sit down before you fall over!

Thank you.

Oh, thank you very much.

I don't look my best.

Well, you're prompt and that's all that matters.

Has your appearance anything to do with our mutual interest?

Oh yes...

Good heavens! Did you read this in the bath?

I wish I had...!