All language subtitles for The Sandbaggers S1 E4 - The Most Suitable Person

(traffic whirring)

(car horns honking)

Well?

I'll just have to cope until
we can find replacements.

Willie, look, I'm complimented
for three Sandbaggers.

I'd like four, but I'm down to one.

If I get a special op now, I send you.

If I get another at midnight,

what do I send, apologies or flowers?

[Willie] As you said yourself,

Sandbaggers are a rare breed of animal.

We know that, but upstairs
it'll sound like idiot time.

The school.

I rang them when Landy was killed,

and there was no one
suitable then, remember?

They won't change their mind
just because Alan's dead too.

What about if I go down there
tomorrow and lean on them?

All right, but impress on
them I'm not dropping standards.

What about Colin Grove?

Mission Planning?
-Yeah.

He's very keen to get
into the Special Section.

He must be mad.

Willie.

How are you?

You've come back for a refresher course?

Not likely, I'd probably fail it.

Then you're here about
a Sandbagger replacement.

Well, replacements.

I knew about Jake Landy.

Alan Denson was killed too.

So, please, no funnies about
things happening in threes.

I am sorry, Willie, very sorry.

So who've you got?

Well, no one.
I told Neil Burnside on the phone.

He won't accept it.

[David] It's true, I'm afraid.

I've got no one at all.

Come off it, David.
-What?

Take them in,

train them, and you send them out.

It isn't that.

Isn't it?

Sandbaggers has always been
a dirty word at the school.

There's no Sandbagger
material here at the moment.

If there was, I'd...

Unless...

She'd be your best bet.

Are you joking?

A girl in the Special Section?

She's not a girl, she's a fella.

Morning, Mr. Follett.
[David] Morning, Laura.

[Willie] If you think that's a fellow,
I think you need a refresher course.

It's what they say.

Is she specialized?

Fieldwork, French and German.

How did she do on PRAC?

High marks, several specialist courses.

Fast driving, parachuting,
things like that.

Bionic woman.

[David] Her name's Laura Dickens.

[Willie] Well, there's never been a woman
in the Sandbaggers before.

I have no one else.

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

Burnside ain't gonna like it.

I knew you wouldn't.

I brought her file anyway.

Now, she is the best one in the school.

She's going for fieldwork,
French and German.

Where's she come from?

[Willie] Directs the
Common & Foreign Office.

Good looking.

Butch.
-What?

David Follett says she's butch.

They've all had a crack at her apparently.

She won't even go to
the pictures with them.

Maybe she's got taste.

Hasn't he got anyone else down there?

I mean, what's he
training, ballet dancers?

Did you have any more
thoughts about Colin Grove?

He's a very good lad.

If he's told what to do.

He'd never make a Sandbagger.

Well it's the bird.

Okay.

Tell Follett to put her on the train.

I'll talk to her, see if
there's a glimmer of hope.

Right.

Meanwhile, let's pray
for a quiet week or two.

Or a quiet year.

Do your people run surveillance on us?

Do you mean do we keep an eye
on CIA operatives in the UK?

Yeah.

Well, I don't in Operations
but somebody probably does.

Yeah, well, you see, the thing is we

take a sort of general
interest in your ops and--

General interest?

Do you have a guy called
Colin Grove in your directory?

Colin Grove?

Matter of fact, we were
talking about him this morning.

Willie suggested him as
a Sandbagger replacement.

[Jeff] Constant and regular access?

NATO Top Secret and equivalent.

US/UK eyes only?
-What are you getting at?

Neil, does he handle
CIA-derived material?

I expect so, he's in
Mission Planning, why?

Do you know that he's
been seeing a psychiatrist?

Our psychiatrist?

No, privately, a guy called Sturdee.

Smart little practice in the West End.

Have you got anything
on him, this Sturdee?

Yeah, turns out that he's a
naturalized British subject.

His real name is Zurdok.

Hungarian?

Yeah.

Far as I'm aware,
Grove has no need of psychiatric help.

That's not the point, Neil.

I mean, if he's got
some hang up in his work,

and he's giving the details
to a Hungarian shrink--

Or any shrink.

I wanna know what happens, Neil.

If it comes out bad, I want a list

of CIA material that could be compromised.

That's bad.

[Diane] Colin Grove's here.

Okay, send him in.

Mr. Grove, sir.

You sent for me, sir.

Grab a chair.

Wondered if you'd like a trip to Helsinki.

Well, anything to get
away from the desk, sir.

Jock Wallace wants some backup
on station for a few days.

[Colin] Delighted, sir.

Will you tell my head of section?

No problem.

Can you make a flight this afternoon?

If I have to, I'll run alongside it.

What shall I be doing there, sir?

[Neil] Various jobs
as directed by Wallace.

It's not a Sandbagger's job?

[Neil] No, don't worry.

Oh, I'm not worried, sir.

Thing is, I've been thinking of

volunteering for the Special Section.

Oh?

Why?

Well, you're two men short now.

sadly.

And I think I'd like Special Operations.

It amounts to months of boredom

interspersed with moments of panic.

[Colin] Yes, I know what it entails, sir.

Okay.

Let's talk about it when
you come back from Finland.

Right, sir.

Thanks very much.

He looks happy.

Doesn't he?

Have you phoned Jock Wallace?

Yes.

Yeah, Jock will keep him
on ice till we recall him.

Now, was Colin Grove referred to Sturdee

by our own psychiatrist?

[Neill] No, I've double-checked.

So I go and take a look
at this Hungarian, do I?

I can't spare you to go
traipsing around London.

[Willie] Well, don't give
it to headquarter security,

they'd blow it.

Apart from the fact they
haven't got the authority.

You can't go to MI5, not on this.

If we let Five
put a foot in the door,

we'd never get rid of them.

That's what I mean.

Well, I'm glad we're agreed.

You haven't given it
to Jeff Ross, have you?

Given it back to him to be more precise.

You've given the CIA authority

to make a security investigation on SIS.

They were doing it anyway.

So much for our quiet week.

Hello

Hello.

This is Detective Chief Inspector Gomez.

Get me the Governor's
private secretary, please.

(garbled speech)

David, Michael Gomez.

David, I wondered if the name of Yardley

would ring a bell with anyone there.

Desmond Albert Yardley.

Yes, I'll tell C.

(garbled speech)

Book Sandbagger One on the
next flight to Gibraltar,

and if there isn't one,
ask the RAF to help.

Tell Willie he's on his bike, Gibraltar.

Neil?

Is this a special op?

Well, I'm not sending him out there
with a bucket and spade.

The deputy chief's back from leave.

(sighs)

(garbled speech)

Burnside, sir, I've got
a special op, Gibraltar.

Could you join me in C's office?

(garbled speech)

Thank you, sir.

If Peele annoys me, I'll belt you.

Promises, promises.

Gibraltar.

A man called Yardley has been found
murdered in a back street there.

Des Yardley?
-Mm.

He's the Morocco number two,
normally based in Tangier.

What was he working on?

We don't know.

And as his head of station was
at an embassy party in Rabat,

he wasn't even aware that
Yardley was in Gibraltar.

Had he been robbed?
-No.

No, no clues at all.

We were lucky the local
police recognized his name,

remembered vaguely he had
Foreign Office connections.

Warsaw Pact ships in Gib?

[Neill] None for over a week, sir.

When did Yardley arrive there?

Last night on the ferry.

And as he didn't alert
his head of station or us,

he must have left Tangier
in a hell of a hurry.

What do you want to do?

Send Caine.

You'll be tying up your only Sandbagger,

and whatever Yardley was
after, it'll be history by now.

Yes, but if it was important
enough for him to be killed,

then I think we should
find out what it was.

Will the local police cooperate?

It shouldn't be a problem.

Yes, there is something else.

Do we have jurisdiction in Gib?

I've had an agent killed there.

That's all the jurisdiction I need.

I think you'll find that it
counts as UK for jurisdiction.

Are you suggesting we should
turn it ever to MI5, Matthew?

Not if we can help it, sir.

We are in a spot of trouble
with Five at the moment.

Thanks to you.

If you want to speak in asides, Neil,

do it in your own office, but not in mine.

Now, does MI5 have jurisdiction
in Gibraltar or not?

It's a grey area, sir.

In the old days, MI5 had
primary responsibility

for Gib, Malta, Singapore
and the like, but not now.

Not Malta or Singapore,
but Gib is a colony.

So's Hong Kong, and we operate there.

In other words, we should take advice.

I'll get the FCO to
approach the Home Office.

Meanwhile, send Caine in
anticipation of approval.

I'll draft a note straight away.

Oh, I think even our efficient secretary

can make mistakes, Matthew.

Sir?

Second-class post will do nicely.

(birds chirping)

Boy, when you said late lunch.

I told you
I was briefing Willie till half past two.

Anyway, Americans are supposed to
live on hamburgers, aren't they?

Not this one.

What's Grove supposed to be doing today?

Packing, I'm sending him to Finland.

Oh, yeah?

Well, he took time out
to visit his playmate.

Did he?

Anything else?

Yeah.

When your boy was going out,
another client was going in.

It was like a massage parlour.

Mr. Earnest Tolliday OBE.
-Tolliday?

Head of the Visa Department
in your Foreign Office.

So, Comrade Zurdok is making
a collection of them, is he?

Sure looks like it.

And who else has he got?

(sighs)

Still puzzles me.

Well, looks like Zurdok's
hand picking his clients.

How can he?

Psychiatrists don't tout for trade.

Well, this one does.

So what's happening, Neil?

You've told your masters about this?

Not yet.

Until I have to, I don't want to tell them

that you're doing the investigation.

You about to give birth
or make a statement?

She's here.

Who is here?

Miss Dickens.

Is she now?

She's very dolly.

You do weather forecasts as well?

Just storm warnings.

Miss Dickens, sir.

Miss Dickens.

[Neil] I'm Neil Burnside,
would you sit down?

Thank you.

[Neil] Can we offer you some coffee?

No, thank you.

Thank you, Diane.

Do you know why you're here?

[Laura] No, I was told to report

to Director of Operations, nothing else.

Security gone mad.

Now, what do you know about
Special Operations Section?

Small unit of three agents,
tasked directly by you,

undertakes all politically
sensitive operations,

and those not suited to field agents

in the operational theatre.

More or less.

And nicknamed the Sandbaggers.

Right.

So how do you feel about joining them?

No thank you, sir.

I want to work in intelligence,

on a station where my
languages will be useful.

You do know that we've never considered

a girl for the Sandbaggers before?

[Laura] Yes, I can believe that.

Cigarette?

No, thank you.

All right, I'll put it another way.

I've read your file.

I think you're the most
suitable person available.

[Laura) You're short of a Sandbagger now?

Two Sandbaggers.

What happened to them?

They were killed.

We were told in training that

Sandbaggers seldom kill or get killed.

That's true.

We were unlucky.

I'm sorry.

What's your objection to Special Op?

It's not what I want to do.

Meaning?

I think there's a real need
to gather hard intelligence

on a station about a potential enemy.

And?

I've never been very good at
playing Cowboys and Indians.

Is that how you regard Special Op?

Yes, sir, I'm sorry, but it is.

You see, I can't help feeling
that Special Sections exist

because they create work for each other.

You manipulate yours, so the
other side manipulates theirs.

It may keep everybody happy,

but what does it achieve in the long term?

The special ops are
short-term by their nature.

It's not my nature.

I see.

So I guess I am wrong for the job.

Or very right.

Sir?

Volunteers for the Special Section

usually see themselves as James Bond.

I'd rather have someone male or female

who sees the job in perspective.

Well, a while ago, I
tried to change the name

Special Section to
something less evocative.

As far as I'm concerned, it's only special

in that few people are right for it.

You could be one of them.

Is there anyone else?

No one at your state of training.

All right, but if I take the job,

can it be on the understanding that

it's only until you find replacements?

Okay.

But let's hope you might
eventually decide to stay.

Shall I report here in the morning?

Please.

Caine, head of section
is away at the moment,

but Diane will look after you.

Fine.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

(knocks)

Who's that girl?

Her name's Laura Dickens.

I think she's just given me an interview.

[Matthew] Oh, yeah, for what?

She's joining the Special Section.

You're putting a girl
into the Sandbaggers?

Yes.

I run a very democratic
directorate, apart from which,

she has the best
qualifications in the school.

I hope it works.

Now listen, Neil.

We have got to stop
squabbling in front of C.

I wasn't aware that I had been.

You know what I mean.

I know I don't want MI5
involved in the Gib operation.

Neither do I.

Five make bad enemies,
but if they find out--

It is a risk, but my feeling
is that we're short of time.

And Willie Caine makes
a better investigator

than a trained man from MI5?

He's a lousy investigator,

but he'll do the one
thing MI5 will never do.

Oh, what's that?

He'll blow his own
cover and set himself up.

(knocks)

Mr. Caine?

Michael Gomez, Detective Chief Inspector.

Ah, Willie Caine, come in

[Michael!] Thank you.

I can manage a Scotch,
or shall I ring down?

No, nothing for me, thanks.

I'm on my way home, I hope.

Thank you.

Any news?

Not a thing.

Where was Yardley staying?

Well, as far as we know,
he didn't check in anywhere,

and not a trace of luggage.

Did you go through his pockets?

Oh, yes.

Nothing of note.

I've been asking around
the hotels and bars,

but no one seems to have seen him.

So he must have known
what he was looking for,

or at least where to look for it.

I imagine so.

Was he killed where you found him?

No, we don't know where he was killed.

We found the body in an
alley off Main Street.

Do you want to see the spot?

Nah, I'm not a detective.

It wouldn't mean anything to me.

If you wanted to leak out a secret here,

get it around The Rock,
would you know where to go?

I should, I do it often enough.

Could you spread the word that I'm here,

picking up where Yardley left off?

Is that wise?

I mean, if they whoever
they are have killed once--

Yes, but I don't know
how to get at them,

and it's usually the quickest
way of bringing them to me.

I see.

Speed is of the essence.

Could be, yeah.

We do know that Yardley left
Tangier in a hell of a rush.

All right, but quite literally,

it could be your funeral, Mr. Caine.

[Neil] I'll tell Jenny.

Hey, come on, what're you talkin' about?

Just sittin' around and feeding the birds.

Gotta do something to pass the time.

I stopped off at the
Hilton for breakfast.

Some chance.

I didn't leave the office till three.

Trouble?

Among other things, the Gib operation.

You didn't get the line on it, did you?

No, no, we've got no activity there.

Shall we walk?

(yawns)

I'd rather be carried.

Right, Comrade Zurdok.

[Jeff] Disappointing.

He's been in England for 23 years.

Qualified at London University,
married an English lady,

two sons in a very proper boarding school.

[Neill] What's disappointing about that?

[Jeff] It would've been a lot easier

if he still had snow on his boots.

Long-term sleeper?
-Possible.

His practice checks out.

Patients range from captains of industry

to Grande dames of the stage and screen.

How do you know all this?

We took a look at his files last night.

I don't think I wanna know about the CIA

breaking into British businesses.

Oh, yeah?

But you wanna know about Grove.

Yes.

What?
-Booze.

He's being treated for alcohol dependence.

I don't believe it.

That's what it says on his card.

And Tolliday, the Visa king of the FCO?

Anxiety and neurosis.

There's a lot of that around these days.

Yeah.

Anyone else on the list
from government departments?

We're still checking.

There is an Army major.

From where?
-Ministry of Defence.

What's wrong with him?

Can't manage it.
-What?

He,

he doesn't perform too well.

He's lucky.

At least he gets the chance to find out.

What are you thinking?

[Jeff] I'm not sure.

But if there are any
other government people

on that list, I'd do something about it.

[Neil] Difficult to prove that

Sturdee's hooked into KGB.

[Jeff] It might not be the Russians.

It could be almost anybody.

[Neil] I wonder how
he meets these people.

[Jeff] Who, Sturdee?

[Neil] Yes.

Is there a common link anywhere

with Grove, Tolliday and the Army major?

[Jeff] You check Grove,
I'll do the other two.

[Neill] Okay.

The time has come, Neil.

Yes.

When are you telling your people?

I already have.

Said details and material
available to Grove will follow.

In that case, I'd better go and confess.

Are you recalling Grove from Helsinki?

Yes, sir, to report back here tomorrow.

My real worry is what this could do

to the special relationship with the CIA.

Bound to threaten it.

Maybe even destroy it.

Certainly enough opposition to it

within parts of the CIA itself,

and anything which
reflects on our security--

[Neil] Yes.

God knows how we'd function without it.

We wouldn't.

Is there anything we can do?

Well, it may count for something that

Ross and myself have worked
together to nail Grove.

But we'll have to be
totally ruthless on him.

How could he be alcohol
dependent without our knowing??

He isn't, I'm sure of it.

He's friends with Caine,
and he would've spotted it,

so would Grove's head of section.

So it is a front.

He must be going there
to pass information.

Yes.

Well, we'll have to bring in Five now.

I'd like to tell them
after I talk to Grove.

[C] Why?

I daren't inform MI5 that it's the CIA

who are investigating Sturdee's clients.

I'll tell them that Grove
came to me, confessed,

and gave me a list of
government people seeing Sturdee.

[C] Talking of Five sensitivities,
anything from The Rock?

No, sir, nothing.

(tyres squealing)

(tires squealing)

Yes, but good to know the
rival firm's still interested.

Yeah, but you see, if
it was urgent on Monday,

why is it still current on Wednesday?

It doesn't make a lot of sense.

[Neil] No.

Not a sniff of any big event
there, special occasion?

No, not a clue.

Lot of Moroccan workmen here.

They replaced the Spanish workforce

when they closed the border at La Linea.

We may not be looking for Moroccans,

but whatever it was, it
originated in Tangier.

I'll send our new friend
out there to have a look.

Ah.

New friend's on the payroll, is she?

Suppose that means you
don't fancy me any more?

You still get all the
best holidays, don't you?

Well, she's got the edge on Mablethorpe.

[Diane] Is Willie all right?

Still in one piece.

Is Laura in the hutch?

Doing her joining interviews.

She's seen C, now the deputy chief.

Rescue her, will you?

Tell him I require her for briefing.

D-Ops, I'm sending
Sandbagger Two to Tangiers.

Action it will you, and
brief Box Kite.

Yes, first available flight.

(knocks)

Who is it?

[Stephen] The name's Steve Jackson.

A friend.

Door's open.

Hello.

Steve Jackson.

Security service.

I'd recognize a pass
to your London office.

Social call?

What are you doing in Gib?

Having a little holiday.

Ah.

Word has it you're following in the wake

of the late lamented Yardley.

[Willie] So?

So you're tramping our
territory, no one's told us--

And you'd love to help.

Naturally.
-So help.

May I?

What was Yardley working on?

[Willie] We don't know.
(laughs)

You have to help me too.

Yardley failed to report
before he left Tangier.

His head of station was away in Rabat.

That's convenient.

Not very.

It's not very convincing either.

It's the truth.

Your agents just charge about the world

totally out of control.

Not normally, no.

So where have you got to?

[Willie] Nowhere.

Look, I'm not trying to stir it up.

But you could report to
London, SIS failing to cooperate?

[Stephen] Which sadly is not unusual.

I'm telling you the truth.

What's the matter with you?

Look, Caine.

I'm working on about
half a dozen things here,

and I don't want you
blundering around making waves.

Down in the morgue there's
a fellow called Yardley.

He was one of us and
has been knocked over.

Now it's my job to find out who did it,

and more important, why it was done.

Yes and I have my jobs
too, and Gib is my area.

Who are you on to?

Some soldier who's given
away the plans of the NAAFI?

You just talked yourself into
a lot of trouble, Mr. Caine.

Unbelievable.

Yes, sir.

Laura, sorry to throw you into the deep end,

but I have a job for you.

Have you seen the reports of the death

of the Morocco number two?

Operation Box Kite, yes, I've seen them.

Well, I want you to go out to Tangiers.

Head of station there
is a man called Forsyth.

He's back from Rabat now,
isn't he, I saw the signal.

Go over everything with him.

Try to jog his memory.

Go through Yardley's notes,
follow up the slightest lead.

Should he lead my arrival?

Yes.

But they got Yardley and
they've had a go at Willie,

so be careful.

That's my home number.

If you need advice in
the middle of the night,

call me there, otherwise I'll be here.

Don't all communications
go through my controller?

I said if you need advice.

Yes, sir.

Right, ops room should
be ready to brief you now.

Thank you sir.

[Neil] Good luck.

(engine revving)

(gunshot ricochets)

(gunshot fires)

(engine revving)

(gunfire popping off)

They must have followed
you to Europa Point.

I didn't spot them.

I just had a feeling that--

Hmm?

(sighs)

Sorry.

Something you don't get
used to, being shot at.

[Michael] Are you alright?

Yeah, just delayed reaction.

Churns the guts over, you know?

[Michael] I'm sure.

Right.

I'd better go and see to your car.

[Michael] Oh, look, don't bother.

I'll put it straight to the garage.

Yeah, well, I'll clean it up first.

[Michael!] Hmm?

I was sick in it.

Jeff Ross is here.

Fine.

[Diane] Mr. Ross.

Evening, Neil.

[Neil] Hello, Jeff, sit down.

Any more details on Grove?

Just got one.

He's keen on toy soldiers.

Is that the same thing as war games?

[Neil] That's it.

They're all keen on war games.

What?
-Yeah.

Sturdee, the Major, Tolliday.

So that's how Sturdee meets his clients,

it's some club for war gamers?

What a terrific way to
pull in a few military minds.

Hey, we turned up some others on the list.

Yeah, some guy in defence sales,

another in the Home Office.

How many does that make?

Five so far.

Diane?
-Yes.

Get ahold of C and the
deputy chief, will you?

Tell them I'm coming up.

[Diane] Okay.

Grove will be back
tomorrow, I'll hit him,

but then I'll have to report it to MI5.

Hey, Neil?
-Hmm?

You got a list for me?

Thanks.

God almighty.

I haven't seen it, Neil.
-Huh?

Cut it down by half at least.

It can't be done, Jeff.
-Yeah, okay!

If you don't, the special relationship

just goes right out the window.

Hey, come on, Neil!

Even half of this could
screw us up for years.

[Neil] If anything on this
list's been compromised,

we've gotta admit it, take our chances.

What the hell are you
talking about, what chances?

If one fifth of this
material is in Soviet hands,

someone's gotta rethink our
defence policy and fast.

Looks like the end of
a beautiful friendship.

I don't think there's anything
we can do about it, Jeff.

Well, I guess I can at least

wait until you've spoken to Grove.

There's not much point.

I'll submit a report on
the action you've taken.

It just might look a little better.

But not much.

No, Neil, not much.

And definitely no messages anywhere?

I've told you, I've been
through the entire office

with several tooth combs.

What about his home?

It's a small pad along the road.

I turned that upside down.

None of his cases was gone.

I think he must've been in the town

when he found out whatever it was.

He went straight to the ferry,

caught it by the skin of his teeth.

No time for messages.

Hmm.

And he wasn't married?

But I am.

Sorry?

We have a dinner party tonight.

It's a long-standing thing.

Yes?

Well, could we not continue in the morning?

I'm so sorry, perhaps you'd
like to come to dinner.

No, no, you go on.

I'll work on here for a while.

Well, if you're sure.

Yes, as long as
you don't mind if I stay on.

Not if you don't mind locking up.

Not if you «don't mind locking *.

The thing is, if it was important enough

for Yardley to give up his life,

I should give up an
evening, don't you think?

I wonder if there is
something we haven't covered.

(crickets chirping)

D-Ops, I'm at home.

[Gordon] Well, if that's all right then.

Yes, you go on.

You'll probably be in time for coffee.

Nothing else I can do?

No.

I've sorted them into possibles,
probables and unlikelies.

It's really just a question of

plodding through them now and hoping.

You'll manage to lock it all up again.

Yes, if I'm not still here

when you come in in the morning.

Goodnight.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Operator, my name's
Burnside, Ministry of Defence.

Do you think you could oblige
me with a priority call?

It's to the Governor's
residence, Gibraltar.

Thank you.

(speaking in French)

Yeah, so, sorry to get you up
in the middle of the night.

Are you the ADC?

That's right sir, Peter Waterhouse.

Look, I know this may be a long shot

and probably a daft question,

but was the Governor due
to do anything on Tuesday

that didn't happen or was cancelled?

Yes, he was due to fly to England,

but he went down with the flu
and we had to postpone it.

So when's he going now?

Tomorrow morning, flight at 11:40.

Is there anything wrong, sir?

No.

Tell me, what's security like

at Gib airport for people boarding?

Very good, very tight indeed.

Probably more so tomorrow
with the Governor flying.

Sir, have you anything
to do with Willie Caine?

[Neill] Yes, been any developments?

No, but he rang 20 minutes
ago with the same question.

Did he?

[Peter] Anything I can do, sir?

No, no, don't worry.

Leave it to us.

Thanks, Peter, goodnight.

(phone rings)

Burnside.

Laura Dickens, sir.

I've been going through
Forsyth's incident files,

come across something that might fit.

At least it links Morocco with Gib.

[Neil] That's the
sort of thing we need.

Do you remember about six years ago,

there was an attempt on
the King of Morocco's life?

Two would-be assassins
took a plane, fled to Gib.

Yes and the British
government refused asylum.

They were sent back to
Morocco, and executed?

That's right.

Now, according to the file,

there was an anti-Royalist
in Marrakesh called

Ahmed Boutaleb, started
shooting his mouth off,

saying he was gonna pay
back Britain in general

and Gibraltar in particular.

Took a long time to get around to it.

Not his fault.

Authorities got to him,
sentenced him, slung him in jail.

Now, if my sums are right,

and assuming they don't give
time off for good behaviour,

he got out two weeks ago.

Well, it all fits.

But if security is tight at Gib airport,

I don't see how...

Wait a minute.

If he wants revenge, why should he hijack?

All he needs to do is
blast it out of the sky.

Do you mean a rocket
attack on an airliner?

Looks like it.

I'll talk to Willie.

Well done, I'll get back to you.

Right, sir.

Yes, I've just talked to Gomez.

[Neil] Any idea on a firing position?

Well, depends which
way they're taking off,

but we can liaise with
the control tower on that.

Right, flight's still at 11:40.

[Willie] Yes.

I hope to God we're right.

Could try a little prayer around 11:35.

I'll do that.

I'm mildly surprised to see you back.

Thought you might have preferred Finland.

[Colin] Sir?

You weren't alerted
by your sudden recall?

Well, I thought--

I hoped I'd been brought
back to join the Sandbaggers.

But you've got a drink problem.

What?

No I haven't.
-You haven't?

Then why do you visit your
psychiatrist friend so regularly?

How did you find out?

[Neil] You told me.

Sir?

[Neil] For reasons of my own,

the story will be that you confessed.

Confessed? To what?

I've been working on
Sturdee for eight months.

He plays war games. So do I.

It's a kind of--
Anyway, we belong to a club.

Sturdee's very popular.

He listens to people, their problems.

Sometimes says that he can help them.

Sometimes even for free.

After a while, I twigged it.

The people to whom he
was offering free help,

they all worked in government offices.

they all worked in government offices

I told him I worked in the Foreign Office.

He took an immediate interest in me,

and I said I had a drink problem.

He offered me free treatment, I accepted.

Why?

To get names.

To see how he worked.

I've got a diary at home full of notes.

You didn't think to tell
me what you were doing.

Well yes sir, but I didn't
know if you'd believe me.

And even if you had, you
would've reported it,

taken it out of my hands,
and I wanted the credit,

I wanted to prove that I could
work in the Special Section.

Well, it's a pity you
can't prove all this.

a

I can.
-Hmm?

I have a friend in MI5.

I told him about it early on.

Then why didn't he action it?

He didn't believe me.

That's why I've been collecting evidence.

Well, you can check it.

His name's Martin Jones,
their section three.

Don't you realise the
trouble you've caused?

Get out.

Out of here, out of my Directorate.

I'm sorry, sir.

I nearly called in MI5 because of you,

put this whole place under a microscope.

The CIA found out about you.

That could've cost us
the special relationship.

Both my Sandbaggers are in the Med,

operating on blown covers.

There've been two
attempts on Caine's life,

and at any moment, an
airliner full of people

could be blown to hell.

I couldn't concentrate on all this,

because I was too worried about you.

And you thought you were
qualified for a Sandbagger?

I said I'm sorry, sir

Get out.

(sighs)

(jet engine whirring)

[Matthew] Neil?

Well done on Gib.

[Neil] Thank you.

It's happened though.

What's happened?

MI5 have fired the first shot.

Did you know that Caine
had clashed in Gibraltar

with a man called Jackson?

Willie obviously didn't
think it worth reporting.

Jackson did.

Well, I wouldn't worry
about it if I were you.

I do.
And if MI5 are gonna start--

Ah, they're going to be keeping

very quiet in the immediate future.

We're about to hand them a spy ring.

What?

Which has been operating
under their noses.

And which moreover an SIS officer

reported to MI5 eight months ago.

Well, that's marvellous.

Isn't it?