All language subtitles for The Sandbaggers S1 E3 Is Your Journey Really Necessary (2)

Keep the change.

No change, Sam?

[Sam] No, sir.

He'll be three hours
overdue at two o'clock.

And the zone time is what, plus four?

Yeah, it'll be dawn out there now.

He'll never make that
border in daylight.

If they've nabbed him we're in trouble.

A show trial?

Yeah.

And I didn't get clearance to put him in.

Tell the Foreign Office now.

Better late than never.

No, not yet.

What leads, young Stan?

Short leads, sir.

He'll control with the radio link.

[Neil] Sandbagger three?

[Stan] He's in voice contact
with the head of station, sir.

And we're plugged through
too on an open line upstairs.

[Neil] To the head of station?

[Stan] Yes, sir.

Head of station is Bluebird,
field phone: Bluebird One,

overall operation: Blue Nightingale.

(wind howling)

(static hissing)

Bluebird, this is Bluebird One.

Radio check, over.

[Bluebird] This is Bluebird,
loud and clear, over.

This is One,

roger, out.

Alright, Willie, you're Jake Landy,

you're three hours overdue,
it's daylight in zone.

I'd go to ground,
come out tomorrow night.

But why's he three hours
late in the first place?

He's had problems on the way.

Exactly.

Which means they know he's there.

And if they do, it's a military area,

they'll have enough troops on hand
to flush him out wherever he goes.

That's right.

And then he'll run.

If they haven't got him already.

(wind howling)

(dogs barking)

(leaves crunching)
(dogs barking)

This is One, I can hear dogs.

Suggests he's still on the loose.

Over.

There's a manhunt on with dogs.

Colour codes in force?

Yes, sir.

Green for come. Red for stay.

White for no recommended course.

Though it's not usual to use it
in circumstances like this.

Ask Bluebird to tell Bluebird One
to fire one green.

MCO for Bluebird.

Bluebird One, fire one green.

I say again,

fire one green.

Confirmed, sir.

Not good, is it?

No.

Chances are he's been wounded.

If they take him they'll
break him within a day.

Make a mess of him.

No point in sending Denson in?

Even if he got in he'd
never get out again,

not carrying Jake.

I've no choice, Willie.

Unless he gets through.

Unless he gets through.

(pistol clicks)

(flare pops)

(flare buzzing)

(dogs barking)
(leaves crunching)

For god's sake come on, Jake.

Come on!

(leaves crunching)

(wind howling)

(gun fires)
(Jake groaning)

(leaves crunching)

(wind howling)

I've read your report.

It's brief, isn't it?

[Neill] I had quite a lot
to do last night, sir.

You mounted Operation Blue Nightingale

without departmental
or political clearance.

Well, there was no time
to initiate clearance.

The chance came up, I took it.

Or were you afraid the
FCO would turn it down?

Partly that.

You're lucky in a way that
Landy wasn't taken alive.

I agree.

If they'd been able to identify him,

an international incident
when you haven't cleared it.

No operation,

which infringes the
sovereignty of another nation,

is to be mounted without
the personal approval

of the Prime Minister

through the Foreign and
Commonwealth Secretary.

That's why I had Landy killed.

You had...

I thought he was killed at the border.

He was.

He was shot by Sandbagger Three.

On your orders?

Yes.

You had him killed
to avoid a show trial?

To avoid giving the FCO and
Number 10 the excuse they need

to tie my other hand behind my back.

Could you have got him out?

No, he was wounded.

And the border guards
were waiting for him.

Well,

put yourself in my position.

[Neil] Sir?

[C] I've been here, what, four months?

Yes, Sir.

And I am not a professional
intelligence officer.

My deputy chief's on leave,

my operation's director has mounted

an illegal and highly sensitive operation.

Give me one good reason
why I shouldn't have

him out of this service by lunchtime.

I did what I felt necessary, sir.

I don't think you understand.

I'm giving you an opportunity
to save your career.

Very well.

I don't think as yet you've come to grips

with the realities of this place.

You can speak frankly.

I mounted that operation
as a favour to the CIA

and in return I'll get
10 times as many favours

around the world.

And I need those favours

because our beloved government
won't give us the funds

to function properly on our own.

And at the same time the
government's restrictions

are getting tighter and tighter.

Well, there was a time when we had

a career intelligence
officer as the head of SIS.

But now, we have a succession of diplomats

to stop us abusing our
power, rocking the boat.

That's not entirely true.

Isn't it?

If I wanna send an agent to the lavatory

I need the Foreign Secretary's permission.

If I want him to do
anything when he gets there

I need the Prime Minister's
written approval.

People are nervous of espionage,
Neil, it's a dirty word.

Why?

The collection of information,
evaluation, embassy parties,

trade journals, more embassy parties.

And the Sandbaggers?

[Neil] Three men.

A Special Operation Section.

Sir, if anything bothers
you, I can soon change it.

It's what you do with
it that bothers me.

You've assassinated a Soviet general,

on foreign soil,

at the request of a third country,

and had your own agent killed thereafter.

The end will more
than justify the means.

Even with the death of Landy?

Well, that's on my conscious
not the government's.

Was Landy in the Sandbaggers
when you were leader?

[Neil] For about three years.

Then he was a friend?

He was a very good agent.

You'll have to replace him.

It took me eight months to find Denson.

Okay?

Fine.

Oh, thank you.

Very welcome.

The knife's mine.

Hmm?

The knife, it's mine, I lent it to Jake.

How was the flight?

He knew I was going to kill him.

What?

Jake.

At the border.

He turned full on to me
to improve the angle.

We'd have done the same.

Would we?

I hope so.

I hope I'd have the guts to.

They would have made a mess of him.

There'd have been a show trial and they'd
have executed him in the end anyway.

Has anyone told his parents?

Boss went to see them.

Well,

everything else quiet?

[Willie] Yup, for once.

The world appears to be behaving itself.

(horns honking)

...the Ministry of Defence.

The vice-chiefs of staff's
meeting is postponed.

Good.

But can you talk to them next week?

Alright.

You're lunching at the club today,

with the wily Wellingham.

You mean with the Permanent
Undersecretary of State

of the Foreign Office?

I mean your father-in-law.

Ex father-in-law.

But living in hope.

Belinda divorced me.

Now she wants you back.

Must be out of her mind.

(engines rumbling)

(phone ringing)

PA to D-Ops.

Hold on, Willie.

Willie Caine, can he come up and see you?

Ask him if it's urgent.

And tell him if it isn't
not to use the red circuit

for social calls.

[Diane] Willie, will it keep?

Just a moment.

He says you could be
down to one Sandbagger.

[Neil] What?

Alan Denson wants to quit.

Hiya, boss.

Come in, Willie.

Okay, Diane.

Coffee?

Mm-hmm.

None for me, love.

Denson's waiting outside.

You've got a problem with him.

What's wrong with him?

He wants to get married.

You know, as in, all my worldly debts.

And he wants out.

Out the Sandbaggers?

Yep, not fair to his
future wife, he says.

I suppose I needn't ask if this is
anything to do with Jake's death.

He's been asking a lot of odd questions.

Like?

Like, why were two
Sandbaggers sent on Nightingale?

He knows why, he was briefed.

He didn't appreciate that backup
might mean shooting his mate.

Well, he must appreciate
I had no option.

All he knows now is that the
Seventh Cavalry won't always arrive.

Come on.

When did we last lose a Sandbagger?

Three and a half years ago?

I think he'd like to be married longer
than three and a half years.

Who is she then, this girl?

Well, she's called Sally Graham.
Denson declared her on an entrance form

about 10 months ago when
he was in field school.

Was she checked?

Checked and clean.

No one's that clean.

I'm sure she fancies me, you know?

There's a limit to even her stupidity.

Okay, how do you read it?

I think he's made his mind up.

I tried the pep talk and failed miserably.

[Diane] Yes?

Ask Alan in, will you?

[Diane] Right.

Good morning, sir.

Hello, Alan, sit down, will you?

I was going to send for you anyway.

Thanks for Nightingale.

Rough trip.

Well done.

Sir.

Willie tells me you've decided

to join the ranks of the oppressed.

Yes, sir.

I had seven years in the Sandbaggers.

And during that time we lost two people.

One of those was a genuine accident.

Sir?

Special Section officers have
a fair chance of coming through.

It's like the fire brigade, you
get called to a lot of fires

but the building doesn't
fall on you every time.

It's not that, sir.

Truly, I've been thinking about this
for three months or more.

I'm sorry, sir, I just
don't think it would be fair

on Sally if I stayed on
in the Special Section.

Well, it's your life.

And hers.

You realize, of course, we'll
have to keep you for a while?

Give us a chance to get a
possible replacement.

If that's necessary, sir.

I had hoped--

Oh, don't worry.

We'll have it worked out by the time

your Sally's bought her going away outfit.

[Alan] Yes, sir.

Alright, Alan, thanks for coming in.

Thank you, sir.

Hold on, Willie.

Oh, Alan.

Congratulations.

I won't let him go, Willie.

You won't change his mind.

I've got to.

I can't cover the whole damned
world with one Sandbagger.

I'll manage for a while.

Don't be daft.

What happens if you get hurt?

What happens if you're on a
mission on one side of the world

and I need an agent on the other?

Well, he won't be persuaded.

Then we've got to put him off this girl.

[Willie] How?

Check her out.

Fully, dig as deep as you have to.

You really want a digging
operation on Denson's girl?

That's what I said.

Alright, Willie, you tell me this,

who holds the record marks for
passing out of the schools?

[Willie] You, probably.

Denson.

He's too good to lose.

And if I find anything digging?

Well, we'll arrange
for him to find it too.

Oh, boss, he's a nice lad.

Come on, Willie, cut the commercial.

I can replace Landy,
that could take weeks,

if I've gotta replace Denson as well
that could take forever.

I know, I know, but don't you see,

I've talked to him, you haven't.

I mean, marriage, the girl
could all be an excuse.

So?

We get rid of the excuse.

You don't think at the age of 25

he's gonna walk in here and say,

sorry, sir, I'm a coward, do you?

No, not Denson.

So we get rid of the girl and he stays.

We've all had mission twitch.

He'll get over it.

(phone rings)

Can't we discuss it over lunch?

I'm having lunch with Wellingham.

Yes?

I'll be right up.

C wants to talk to me.

Okay, Willie, get a move
on, you've got a lot to do.

Some advice.

Yes, sir?

Rather unsavoury subject.

Immediate signal from
Head of Station, Paris.

I've not seen it yet, sir.

No. It's personal for me.

Seems there a First Secretary
of the British Embassy

a man called Charles Romney.

Have you met him?

Don't think so.

Paris Station has
discovered he's conducting

a homosexual relationship
with a young Frenchman.

[Neill] What's Romney's
special responsibility?

[C] Defence trade.

[Neil] Oh?

[C] Obviously, he'll have to go.

Not necessarily, times are changing.

Not all homosexuals are
vulnerable to blackmail.

Problem is he's married and
it's a very secret affair.

Well, in that case
we do a standard report

for the Foreign Office
and let them deal with it.

No, there's more.

Charles Romney's the
brother of Andrew Romney.

The Shadow Chancellor?

And the future Prime
Minister I rather think.

Well, if this gets out,

homosexual brother removed
from office, security risk.

And Andrew Romney's a bachelor.

[C] Yes, I thought of that.

Shouldn't matter, of course,
but it would a great deal.

Then Charles Romney must go quietly.

[C] That's why they don't want
standard procedure on this one.

Once we put it on paper
to the Foreign Office

it'll get into the machine.

Lord knows where it might come out.

It'd better be a verbal report then.

Yes, but to whom?

Foreign Secretary's off to Bonn.

Permanent Undersecretary?

I'm having lunch with
him today at the club.

With Wellingham?

[Neil] Yes, shall I take it up?

I'd be grateful.

Neil, will you be telling him about
Blue Nightingale? Off the record.

No, sir.

He may be my ex father-in-law,
but he's also the enemy.

We have to talk about that.

I look forward to it, sir.

Sorry, Neil.

Thought I'd never get away.

That's alright.

How are you otherwise?

Oh, overworked, as usual.

Gin and tonic, please, with ice.

Neil, what will you...

Coke.

Of course.

Coke.

Never get used to your not drinking.

Doesn't go with the image somehow.

Hectic morning then?

Another of these
interminable Cabinet briefings.

Most of which goes
straight over their heads.

What was it this time?

Romney had a go at all of
them on television last night.

Did you see it?

I must say, it made a lot of sense to me.

Andrew Romney?

Is there another?

His brother, Paris Embassy.

Oh, yes.

Oddly enough, C wants me
to talk to you about him.

And asked you to?

'Fraid so.

No wonder I drink.

Secrets, I suppose.

Sex.

Lot of it about, I'm told.

Boo!
(woman gasps)

[Sally] Alan!

Where've you been all day?

I rang your office, and here.

Got somebody on the side, have you?

I went to the doctor's this morning.

You alright?

Yeah.

Just got a backache.

Told you you were rough.

You're not...

are you?

Of course not.

You would tell me?

Yes, I'd tell you.

I mean, I know I said
I don't want children.

Look, I've got a bad back.

But not that bad.

No time.

They've given me an hour
to go home and change.

Generous aren't they?

Never mind.

I'll come with you and do
some shopping on the way.

Okay.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I'm just fed up with the
lot of them, that's all.

Did the job go badly?

No.

It was okay.

[Sally] What is it then?

Jet lag, probably.

Let's go and do that shopping.

Come on.

Hello, Phil.

Hello, Willie.

How are you?

Knackered.

Look a bit sticky.

You did an in-house clearance

on a girl called Sally Graham.

Did I?

Declaration from Alan
Benson in my section.

Oh, yes.

What about her?

[Willie] You tell me.

Secretary in the Ministry of Defence.

DM plans, I think.

Positively vetted.

She would be.

How do you become a member of this place?

You're not interested in squash.

(laughs) No.

And her?

She'd kill you in your condition.

I think I'd risk it.

Where does Sally Graham live?

When I checked, a little
flat of her own near Victoria.

On a secretary's pay?

Daddy paid.

He was a lawyer as I recall.

Lives with mummy in a nice,

detached bungalow outside London.

Boyfriends before Denson?

None that speak Russian.

Can I look at your report?

No objection.

Unless,

you wouldn't be digging, Willie?

Relax, I don't want your job

even if you can play games all day.

Lunch hours only.

And it's not me.

MI5.

Five?

They're more than
a little touchy at the moment.

Lines of demarcation.

So what's new?

If you were discovered
using Sandbagger tactics

in the middle of London.

No chance of that.

Then why the interest in Sally Graham?

I'm a dirty old man.

[Sally] We could have cauliflower cheese.

You like that, don't you?

But there's apples, we can--

[Alan] Sally.

[Sally] Yeah?

[Alan] I've made a decision.

Oh?

Yes.

We're getting married.

What?

Don't you want to?

Oh yes, of course I do.

But why so sudden?

It's not sudden.

Alan, you've been taking evasive action

for the first 10 months and now you...

The trip, was it bad?

No.

I told you.

It was fine, no problem.

But I am leaving the job.

Why?

I want to marry you.

You know you don't have to leave for me?

It's for both of us.

[Man] Hello.

Hello, John.

You'll do something about
Charles Romney right away.

Don't worry, Neil, I'll ease him out.

He'll see I'm grateful for his...

For handling it this way.

He's no fool.

I think he's going to be rather good.

Do you get on well then?

He's taken me on trust.

Confirmed my promotion.

Good.

Neil, now that you have been promoted

and are not dashing across
the globe every five minutes.

It makes no difference.

Why?

Belinda was under a lot
of stress, you know,

when you were in the Section.

So, wasn't I?

[Geoffrey] Perhaps she
didn't quite understand.

[Neil] Understand?

She didn't try to understand.

[Diane] Where have you been?

[Neil] In the ops room, why?

C wants you.

Wellingham's with him.

Wellingham's in the building?

That's the word.

War must've been declared.

Or he's in search of a prodigal son.

Well it won't be
the fatted calf I'll kill.

It's the Romney business
again, I'm afraid.

Yes?

Sir Geoffrey wants us to obtain evidence

of Romney's conduct in Paris.

Evidence?

[Geoffrey] Photographs if possible.

Why?

I messed it up, Neil.

I phoned Romney personally.

I thought it was the best
way, but, he refuses to budge.

No, thank you.

Denies the entire liaison
with the Frenchman,

threatens to create a hell
of a stink if he's pushed.

I'm surprised.

So am I.

Romney's a career man.

He won't want an early relief on his file

whatever reason we give.

[Neil] But you could still
remove him administratively.

Not if he's going to fight.

That would draw attention to himself

and hence to his brother.

[Neil] Well, it's going to be
very difficult to get evidence now.

Romney knows we're onto him,

he's bound to suspend operations.

Well, you'll have to get it somehow.

And soon.

Briefing signal to Paris.

I'll do it straight away.

Who's going to handle it?

Mitchell, Paris number 2.

Oh, not the Special Section?

Well, it's not really
a Special Section job.

It is very important.

To whom?

It's politically sensitive.

All I'm saying is that we can't
afford to have it go wrong.

I'll make that clear to Paris, sir.

Neil, if Sir Geoffrey
particularly wants the Sandbaggers--

No, no, no, no, James.

Neil is right.

Remember those wartime
posters in railway stations?

[C] Sorry?

Is your journey really necessary?

And the Sandbaggers are
the Special Section.

They're all special to me, sir.

Because I handle all operations,
not just the Sandbaggers.

Of course, Neil.

The decision must be yours.

Thank you, sir.

Roger, thank you.

From Paris, sir.

Brief acknowledged, action forthwith.

Thank you.

Paris is positive, control?

Affirmative, sir.

Okay, Stan.

Well?

It's a waste of time.

Well, that's no answer.

Let's go into my office talk about it.

(phone ringing)

Roger.

Stan, sir

[Neill] Yes?

Controller two allocated,
first president's traffic,

code word: operation Sandalwood.

Yeah, at the offices
here and Sandbagger One.

Thanks.

Fresh from Munich, sir.

British Consulate official's
been kidnapped by terrorists.

The Revenna group.

That's the lot we
crossed on Green Gander.

Yes. Details?

None as yet, sir.

But they could kill him.

The Italian minister's--

I remember.

Right, Desk Officer, Sandbagger
Three here in five minutes,

alert travel, make sure C knows,

and tell the FCO desk to
inform the Prime Minister

and the Foreign Secretary.

Yes, sir.

Stan.
-Yes, sir.

Tell the MCO to get me an open line

to the Consulate General in Munich.

Consulate General in Munich, roger.

I want an open line to the
Consulate General in Munich.

You're not letting Denson
take this one, are you?

[Neil] Yes.

Shouldn't I take it?

[Neil] No.

I've tackled the Revenna group before,

Denson doesn't know them.

Your job is to check that girl.

It'll be easier with Denson out the way.

He's just come back from one trip

and you're giving him another.

That's right.

You got that line through yet?

Not yet, sir.

Don't get obsessed with
this Sally Graham business.

Meaning?

Well, don't let it affect
your judgment on operations.

Get out, Willie, go and
wait for me in the office.

I'd rather do something
useful like go to Munich.

Do as you're told or by tomorrow morning
you won't even be in this section.

Alright.

Let's have the tale of woe.

Sally Graham is clean.

So far.

Oh, boss.

I spoke to Phil Fyffe who
did the initial clearances.

I got her address from his office.

I went there, I bought
the landlord a drink.

There's gotta be something.

Don't forget Denson's
a bit of an idealist.

It wouldn't take much.

[Willie] It's going to
take all that we've got,

which is precisely nothing.

Have the flat done.

By whom?

[Neil] You.

No, not me.

What's wrong with you?

If I sent you to Afghanistan,

told you to do it in the king's palace,

you'd go without a moment.

Because we have jurisdiction outside UK.

What the hell's that got to do with it?

But Fyffe warned me off, MI5 are jumpy.

MI5 won't know, will they?

If I get caught they will.

Well, don't get caught.

When?

Tonight, while Denson's away.

She'll be there.

No, she won't.

That copy's yours.

I don't know what it's doing with me.

You got a phone number for her'?

Yep.

Diane.

What are you doing?

I'm inviting her to dinner.

She'll say yes straight away, won't she?

I think so.

Could you get me Ms.
Sally Graham on the phone?

Right.

And book a table at
that steakhouse place,

dinner for two.

Oh, shall I go home and change?

Yeah, into Jane Fonda.

What makes you think
Sally Graham will see you?

[Neil] Curiosity.

What about?

What am I supposed to be
looking for in the flat?

Names and addresses.

Anyone who sounds like an
old flame, passing fancy--

(phone ringing)

Yes?

Oh, thanks.

Ms. Graham?

It's Neil Burnside.

Alan's boss.

That's nice of him.

Yes, well we're delighted at the news.

Sorry as we are to be
replaced in Alan's affections.

Yes, that's true.

The point is I'd like
to take the opportunity

with Alan away to talk to you.

I wonder if we could
have dinner this evening.

No, I prefer not to talk
about it over the phone.

It's not all like that.

Some pleasant duties,

like deciding what we can
buy you as a wedding gift.

(Willie snickers)

And there's no chance of putting it off?

Oh, well that's a pity.

Yes, I'll sure there'll
be some other time.

Alright, goodnight, Ms. Graham.

Ha, bloody ha, Casanova.

Well, it's good news.

She's going out.

An appointment with an old friend

she doesn't want to put off.

Not even to meet the ogre of the SIS.

[Willie] I do her place?

No, I'll do it.

Come on, it was a total--

Oh, don't panic, I'm not going soft.

I want you to tail her.

From now until the moment
she arrives at work tomorrow.

All movements, all times, everything.

[Willie] Photographs?

Good idea.

[Willie] Okay, but I'm
not so sure you should--

Come on, Willie, take off.

It's bad enough if I do it but...

Thank you.

You can cancel that dinner table.

I'm not doing anything tonight.

What happened to your date?

With a bit of luck,
she had a better offer.

(shutter snapping)

(lock clicks)

(keys jingling)

(shutter snaps)

(door slams)

(engine revs)

(people chattering)

Willie.

Ah, thanks, love.

Where do you say he is?

With C.

They've got the goods on some
lad in the Paris Embassy.

The after action copy is
marked for you anyway.

Oh, dear, dear, dear.

They really get down in
to the sewers, don't they?

And at speed.

Romney must be out of his mind.

That list of addresses
is the top of the heap.

Right. 'Morning.

You look like I feel.

Thank you.

You photographed her address book?

Yes, I had it developed overnight.

Diane's extracted all the possibles.

I also went to field school last night.

They've got no one in the
pipeline to touch Denson.

They can't even recommend
anyone to replace Jake.

Go ahead.

Hold on.

[Diane] You rang?

Yes I did.

Can you tell me why the
head of Special Section's

got coffee and I haven't?

[Diane] Thank you,
sir, I'll go boil some.

Okay, shoot.

Sally Graham, left her flat at 20:04,

drove away in a red mini,

went on without stopping
to an address in Highgate:

4B Canterbury Gardens.

[Neil] Block of flats?

Old houses converted.

Two names on the door
for 4B, Warner Melnick.

Keep going.

Well, it tied in with what I could see,

anyway, two men in their mid-twenties.

Anyway, after about 15
minutes she came out

with one of the men, drove
away in his car, a white MG.

There is no Warner in her address book.

But there is a Mick Manly,
4B Canterbury Garden.

[Willie] I saw she called
him Mick in the restaurant.

Oh, there was dinner, at least.

Yeah, it was a bit nasty.

It's a place called The Beaten Track.

My receipt.

They had drinks before
dinner and champagne.

Intimate?

Friendly.

Anyway, they went back to
Canterbury Gardens after dinner.

She stayed the night.

[Neil] Did she?

It's probably innocent enough.

Well, was it?

We don't know what happened
after the lights went out.

I do, I froze for the rest of the night.

Anyway, she left at about 6:25,

drove back to her place,
changed, went to work.

Manly's not queer, is he?

Wouldn't have said so.

Then I think we're done.

Pictures.

[Willie] Downstairs for
developing, promised by lunchtime.

Alright.

Good work.

Go home and get some sleep.

You realize it doesn't
prove a damned thing?

I'm not interested in proof.

Suspicion'll do me.

That was not the original idea.

Have I got a lunch appointment today?

Yes, with D'Int.

Postpone it, usual noises.

It's the second time.

Well, tell him the third's
supposed to be lucky.

So, you're gonna hit
the girl at lunchtime?

If I can.

(Willie groans)

Alright, Willie, give me a choice.

Let Denson go.

Re-grade a field agent.

It never works.

It might.

It wouldn't.

And if Denson goes, we're
talking about two replacements.

The hell with Sally Graham.

I need Denson more than she does.

That's a matter of opinion.

It's a matter of fact.

Any one of a million men
could father her children,

keep her warm at night,

but very few, if any,
would make a Sandbagger.

Or a bastard like you.

[Neil] I'm doing my job.

Are you?

If I didn't know you
better I might wonder...

Go on.

if because your marriage failed...

[Neil] You believe that?

In a way, I wish I could.

(door slams)

[Neill] Wedding present.

[Sally] Sorry?

I'm Neil Burnside.

Oh, hello.

I think you oughta take a look.

[Sally] I don't understand.

Nor will Alan.

What?

You wait 'til he's out of the way,
go to Highgate, have dinner with a friend,

stay the night.

Why have you been spying on me?

So we can tell Alan all about it.

All about what?

I've done nothing wrong.

I see, he knows you're
sleeping with Mick Manly, does he?

I'm not.

Mr. Burnside, yesterday Alan told me

that we'd definitely marry.

I was over the moon and
I wanted to celebrate.

But he went away.

So back to an old friend and lover.

I phoned Mick and gave him the news.

He asked me out to dinner, so I went.

[Neil] And?

And nothing.

You stayed the night.

Because I had too much to drink

to drive all the way back to Victoria.

I have seldom seen her take
more than one glass of sherry.

A sensible, moderate drinker.

I am, usually.

But I was very happy.

Mick ordered champagne and
it went straight to my head.

Alan doesn't like Mick Manly, does he?

No, he doesn't.

But, Alan can't accept
that Mick's only a friend.

He won't be able to accept your story

when we tell him you had an
overnight case in your car.

I didn't.

The way we tell it you did.

What do you want?

Give Alan up.

Use any excuse you like,

but break it off as soon as he gets back.

Why?

You're his excuse for
leaving my department.

Don't you know he's in a terrible state?

He's no good to you any more.

I'll be the best judge of that.

I'll tell him everything.

Everything you're trying to do.

We'll get to him first.

I don't care, he'll believe me.

I doubt it, but even if he does
believe you, what about next time?

What next time?

I can have you taken off the streets,

drugged, stripped, and into
bed with a dozen different men.

Then I can have you done for soliciting,

shoplifting, breaking
the Official Secrets Act.

You'd do it too, wouldn't you??

Yes, with regrets.

Sorrow.

But yes, I'd do it.

You may have to do it.

Because I'm not giving him up.

Not for you, or your service,

or anyone else.

Think about it for 24 hours.

I don't have to.

I love him.

I'm sorry but you really
wouldn't know what hit you.

The desk officer will draft a reply.

[Neil] Good.

Mitchell's been in.

Bob Mitchell? Paris?

With the happy snaps on Charles Romney.

Copies to Wellingham?

A couple of hours ago, hand messenger.

Good.

That should finish it.

Neil,

Mitchell said it was easy.

They had a regular evening
haunt, Romney and the Frenchman.

Romney didn't change his
routine having been alerted?

He wasn't alerted.

First he knew of it was
when he got a flashbulb

in the face last night.

Mitchell's sure?

He talked to him?

Romney claims no one asked
him to leave the embassy.

Right.

Tell C's office I'm on the way up.

Andrew Romney is resigning.

[Neil] Andrew Romney?

Both posts:

Shadow Chancellor, and Deputy
Leader of the Opposition.

When?

[C] To be announced this evening.

Wellingham didn't give him much time.

But then, why should he after
he had those photographs?

Did you guess originally?

That he was after
Andrew instead of Charles?

I just thought it odd that

the P.U.S.F should be
so personally concerned.

Why would Wellingham do it?

[Neil] Because he's one
of the those civil servants

who thinks they can decide
when governments stay

and when governments go.

And he wants this one to stay.

For the moment.

So he disrupts the Shadow Cabinet

and spreads rumours about divisions

in the opposition hierarchy.

Romney was the party's strongman.

Not strong enough.

Wellingham, gave him no chance.

He can say now there's to
be a major security scandal.

Later that he managed to squash it.

A few photographs, a
slight bending of the truth,

and it's nothing short
of blackmail in the end.

(dial spinning)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Alan!

What are you doing?

You're not allowed to phone.

I know, darling, but I can't
concentrate on the job here.

I have to talk to you.

Oh, Alan, I've been drinking.

I can't think straight.

You shouldn't be phoning.

I don't want...

What?

Any trouble.

Sally, listen, darling,

my last job was a bad one.

A very bad one.

But I've had a little bit of
time to sort myself out now,

get myself together again.

I don't think I want to
leave the job after all.

I was wondering...

Perhaps we should postpone the wedding.

Just for a while, eh?

See how things work out.

Why not?

It was all an excuse anyway, wasn't it?

A way of saving face,

getting out of the job.

No, it wasn't.

It isn't.

It's just that they do need me and...

I don't think I can let them down.

Oh, they need you do they?

Must be nice to be needed.

And they're such sensitive people.

Mustn't let them down.

After all, you've never
let me down, have you?

Darling, I'm not letting you down.

I'm simply saying, let's delay it.

What do you mean?

You aren't pregnant, are you?

It would be pretty
pointless, wouldn't it?

You don't want children.

And you don't want me.

(dial spinning)

Oh, blast.

Scotch?

Yeah, why not?

Merely feels like breakfast time.

And a salt beef.

That's a good idea.

Thanks.

You hear anything from Denson?

No, he's still rushing around Munich,

getting nowhere.

Sally Graham?

Not sure.

I'll know tomorrow.

Did you catch the 10 o'clock news?

Romney's resignation?

Yeah, I heard about it this afternoon.

(laughs)

Wellingham used the Paris job
to put the squeeze on him.

It's one for the books, isn't it?

Next time he tries to
stop a special operation

we'll remind him of it.

(phone ringing)

Burnside.

What?

Willie.

Go on.

No.

Well, tell Munich about
it or the local police.

Yes, of course I'm coming in.

Denson's dead.

Denson?

How?

Nothing to do with the mission.

He was knocked down by a
taxi crossing the street.

Too many other things on his mind.

Do I go?

No. Take too long.

They think they found
the missing official,

so we'll pass it all to the police.

Sally Graham?

We'll go and see her on the way.

The old routine, a bottle
of booze, bottle of pills.

She was only a kid.

She was alone and scared
of every knock on the door,

every car that stopped on the street.

So she started drinking.

I didn't hit her that hard.

Hard enough, obviously.

Damn.

If Denson hadn't gotten himself killed

there would be some purpose to all this.

Is that your epitaph for Sally Graham?

You should have let Denson go.

[Neil] It was my job to keep him.

I was sure he had mission twitch.

He'd get over it.

I told you he was finished.

Denson himself must have told you,

she must have told you.

I thought I knew him.

I could see so much of myself in him.

Well, I hope it's a consolation to you.

You're the one that's got to live with it.