All language subtitles for The Sandbaggers S1 E6 - A Feasible Solution

(crickets chirp)

(engine revs)

(crickets chirp)

(paper rustles)

(crickets chirp)

(sighs)

I think I'll go for a stroll, alright?

Marion? Hmm.

(crickets chirp)

(ambient traffic)

And he disappeared?

When the daughter woke up
there was no sign of him.

Who's handling it?

The Cypriot police at that end,

MI5 is snooping around here.

So we're not directly involved.

No, but a top missile
engineer has gone missing

while off on station.

He's retired now isn't he, Colby?

From government work, yes.

He's a university professor
now in aeronautical

engineering or something.

So, he's unlikely to be able to give

the Russians anything
they don't already know.

The Russians aren't the
only bogeymen in the world.

No, all the same why should anyone

snatch Colby when you can buy missiles

off the shelf these days?

Sir, I am not agitating
to take an interest,

merely reporting the situation.

(phone rings)
-Well,

let's stay out of it for the present.

Suits me.

Peele here.

Yes, he is. I'll tell him.

Neil.
-Yes?

Wanted in the ops room.

Problem?

Could be, sir.

A signal from Damascus station.

There's a rumour flying
around the Russian technical

advisor's gone missing Armin Yugorov.

What does Yugorov advise on?

Missile guidance systems.

And Colby specialized
in missile engines.

So, if you can make it
fly and you can guide it

all you need is a lump of high explosives

at the sharp end.

Cyprus and Syria, but from where?

PFLP, sir.

No, they get all their stuff from Libya.

alright Bruce, start,
digging into the Colby business,

all the details you can find.

Right, sir.
-Thanks.

Thanks, I'll let you have
it back later on this morning.

No rush, he's got plenty to do.

Far too much.

Morning Laura.
-Good morning, sir.

What's that, light reading?

Tokyo station report proceedings.

Enjoy reading that sort of thing?

Oh, are you going out?

Yes, I've got an appointment.

Where?

Over in the other building.

I didn't make it.

No, I did, forgot to tell you.

Sorry, one more.

So, where will you be if I need you?

Philip Jeremiah.

The psychiatrist?
-Yes.

Laura Dickens?

My new Sandbagger, two.

Oh, I know who she is.

(metal rumbles)

And, what about her?

She's got a hang up of some kind,

I need to know what it is.

She has no hang up that
would affect her performance

as a Sandbagger.

That's for me to say.

Well, I'm the psychiatrist, Neil.

And, I'm the Director of Operations,

Special Section's my responsibility.

Very well.

Laura Dickens, brought up very strictly,

very correctly, public school,

finishing school, university,
degree in languages,

straight into--
-Yeah, I know all that.

She was dominated by her parents

and told that all men are beasts.

That sex is simply for the
propagation of the species.

In this day and age?

Well, she's 28, we're
talking about 10, 15 years ago.

Anyway, the upshot of it was she had

no experience of men at all.

And, the longer she
put off that experience

the more horrific became the prospect.

But, she got married.

Mm, 15 months ago because
she thought she should.

Late 20s, on the shelf, time to do

her duty and give her
parents grandchildren.

How long did the marriage last?

About a week.

She went back into the
Foreign Office and applied for

secondment into the Secret Service.

The rumour at the field school
was that she's a lesbian.

She isn't.

Do you want some tea?

No. How would she react to kindness?

How do you mean?

Well say a dinner invitation.

Oh, professional query this, is it?

Look, can she be asked
out to dinner or not?

Don't try to hustle her into bed.

Incurable romantic, aren't you?

All I'm saying is
that it could be months,

years, maybe never.

(footsteps)

Anything for me?

Yes, sir. Colby in Cyprus.

Seven weeks ago Colby's daughter,

Marion, met a young Greek
Cypriot Adonis in London

and she fell for him.

A pick up?

Yes. Now this Adonis character said that

he had to get back to
Cyprus but he could fix

free air tickets for Marion and her father

and why didn't they
come out for a holiday?

Colby's a widower.
-Yes.

Marion persuaded him
and they went to Cyprus.

And, as soon as Colby
disappeared so did Adonis.

What about Yugorov?

He's gone alright.

It must be a second snatch
because the Russians

are looking for him.

Do we think the
Russians know about Colby?

There's no indication that they do.

I think we're a lap ahead now.

A lot of good it'll do us.

Colby and Yugorov could be
anywhere in the world by now.

Ask both Sandbaggers to
meet me in my office will you?

Right, sir.

You see, if Colby had
anything to offer them

we would suspect a KGB snatch.

Or his voluntary defection.

Yeah, but Yugorov's been snatched, too.

There's gotta be a third party involved.

Yes, but who?

Some emergent nation with
the will to make missiles

but not the know how.

Then, why set up the
snatches for the eastern Med?

Egypt, Israel, Libya--
-No, they've got missiles.

They can get more very easily.

It's gotta somewhere close to Cyprus.

Exactly,

and there's nowhere
closer than Cyprus itself.

Cyprus?
-Why not?

I mean, why should anyone
kidnap missile engineers

when it's easy enough to buy
missiles at a corner shop.

But, anyone wanting
smuggle missiles into Cyprus

is gonna have a hell of a problem.

UN Peacekeeping force, Greeks
and Turks spying on each other.

But, if you build missiles inside Cyprus

you won't have much smuggling to do.

Who would want missiles in Cyprus?

Greek Cypriot National Front.

Could be, yes.

They wanna get the Turks out of the north.

And, the Turks won't go
despite UN resolutions.

A missile's a big leap.

Well, not any more.

And, the National Front
isn't short of money.

Then one of us had better get out there.

(huffs)

If we can convince 'em upstairs.

There's not a shred of evidence.

Nor likely to be.

If it is the National
Front they're going to sit

very tight and very quiet.

(car engine revs)

(car engine revs)

(brakes squeal)

(gun fires)

(car engine revs)

The Nicosia number two?

Yes sir, Charles Norridge.

What was he doing?

Going home to lunch.

Did he have a lead
on the Colby business?

Nothing.

Then, why kill him?

It points the finger at Cyprus when

there's no real indication at all.

Seems a crazy thing to
do, but they've done it.

And, you're sending Caine?

Yes sir, on this evening's flight.

What are you doing about a
replacement number two at the station?

I'll try and get him on the same flight.

Where's he coming from?

Have to be the school.

Baptism by fire, isn't it,
someone straight from the school?

Yes, but he needs to be
Greek and Turkish speaking

and there isn't an experienced
field officer available.

Well, I hope Caine can look after him.

I'm telling you I'm not accepting it.

Calm down, Willie.

Are you daft or deaf?
-Neither?

The school are replacing Norridge with

a female field officer, so what?

God almighty, I mean
it's bad enough I have to

nursemaid a new number two, but a woman

straight out of training.

Laura's a woman straight out of training

and she's a Sandbagger.

Yes, I should take Laura.

No, you need a Greek
speaking officer with you.

I can use the head of station.

He's gotta stay and Nicosia is the link.

Laura I trust. Some bird straight out
of training, I don't.

And, if it is the Greek Cypriot National--

Caine, that's just a theory.

I have only got two
Sandbaggers and I am not

committing both of them to Cyprus.

(sighs)

Look, why did they kill Norridge?

It makes no sense unless
they want us to go to Cyprus.

Instead of where?
-I don't know.

But, if it's a diversion I'll need Laura.

I'll go and brief.

Draw arms on station.

You know what I think about guns.

They're playing it rough.
-Whoever they are.

(door thuds)

(thuds)

Get me Laura Dickens' file.

Right.

(footsteps)

Penny for them.

Why should the National
Front or whoever it is

kill Norridge, invite us into Cyprus?

Perhaps he saw something,
didn't recognize it

but they thought he might have done.

Perhaps.
(cup clatters)

Oh look,

could take that negative
down to photographic

ask them to do me something
like 10 by eight blow up?

Mm-hmm, when do you want it?

Close of play today.

Rush job, then?
-Isn't everything?

(ambient traffic)

(indistinct PA chatter)

Willie Caine?
-Hm?

Jill Ferris.

Oh, I was getting worried about you.

Sorry, there was a snag on my passport.

Been abroad before, have you?

Once or twice.

Well, at least you recognized me.

Your photo's on file at the school.

Hmm, and I've aged a lot since then.

I really must starting getting home

sooner in the evenings, you know?

My garden is like a jungle.

Sorry Neil, was there something else?

Caine's on his way.

Good.

Let's hope he can get results.

I think he will.

I phoned the head of station this evening.

Oh yes, Hugh Douglas?

Told him to drop word of Caine's arrival

in a National Front ear or two.

Does Caine know that?

He suggested it.

A bit risky under the circumstances.

Very.

If the opposition is trigger happy

Caine could get himself killed.

He knows that too.

Will you keep Yugorov or let him go?

Keep him. He might have trade value

against one or two people we'd like

to get out of Russia.
Might even defect to us.

(knocks on door)

It's alright Jill, this one's friendly.

Hugh Douglas head of station,
Jill Ferris new number two.

Hello, sir.

The name's Hugh.

Well, at least you're
better looking than Caine.

You alright, Willie?

We were followed from the airport.

Were you?

That means that word's go through.

Burnside said you
didn't like automatics.

I don't like guns.

How 'bout you?

I was trained on a .38 Smith and Wesson.

Well, anything to oblige a lady.

Now, go easy with 'em won't you?

The local police get very nervous.

Hm, so do I.

Did you get me a car?

I brought Charlie's over.

How are his wife and kids?

His wife's under sedation. His kids
are with my wife.

Anything I can do?

You just concentrate on staying alive.

Downing Street.
-Yes, sir?

The Prime Minister
would be grateful to know

the state of progress
of the Cyprus operation.

Well, I've replaced
Norridge and I've put

a Sandbagger on station.

I want a result on this one, Neil.

The last thing we need in
the eastern Mediterranean

is a civil war.

Well, Caine is probably
the best special agent

currently operating anywhere in the world.

Which will look very good
on Caine's annual report,

but less pertinent on my
reply to the Prime Minister.

We're doing everything we can.

Sandbagger two?

I'm holding in reserve.

Why?

I'd rather have my Samdbaggers killed

one at a time than both together.

Think it'll come to that?

This is the first time I've armed Caine
in over a year.

(car engine revs)

He's closing up.

Right.

If it does come to a shoot-out

I want one of them alive.

And both of us.

Remember it.

Split.

(thuds)

(gun fires)

(guns fire)

(gun fire)

(birds chirp)

I could use that rifle up there.

Okay.

(guns fire)

(thuds)

(guns fire)

Got you a live one.

You sure he's out of action?

Sure.

How many?

One, I think, with a rifle up there.

Keys aren't in this thing, are they?

No, I looked.

Anyway, chummy would take us
while we got in and turned it.

Maybe somebody else will come along.

No chance.

This wasn't planned by an amateur.

They'll have road closed
signs up at both ends.

So, what now?

Well, we could get out of here on foot.

Not carrying what I've got, we couldn't.

No, that's the point of the exercise.

How good are you with a
rifle, tell me the truth.

Good enough.
-You better be.

Look, I'm going for the front of our car,

draw his fire.

With any luck you may
get a glimpse of him.

No, I'll go.

If it's snap shooting you're
probably better than me.

Alright.

(guns fire)

You get the bodies out of
sight, I'll move the car.

Right.

(thuds)

(birds chirp)

(slaps)

Careful.

Usually the first thing they do

when they come round is throw up.

You searched the bodies?

Yep, nothing.

Who are you?
Who are you working for?

Can you try him in Greek?

(speaking foreign language)

My name is Angelos.

Who is your boss?

Where can I find him?

I do not know, I was
hired by the others.

I don't think he understands.

I'm not the police.

If you don't tell me I'll kill you.

If I do tell you Apollo will kill me.

Who's Apollo?

I don't know who he is or where he is.

Where are the engineers, the
Englishman and the Russian?

I don't know.

Kill him.

No, no, no, no, no.

Where are Colby and
Yugorov, the engineers?

I don't know, I don't know.

Yes?

(sighs)

Leave him, I've had
enough killing for one day.

(crickets chirp)

Come on.

(thuds)

[Jill] We're alive, Willie.

Yeah, we're alive.

If it bothers you that
much why do you do it?

It's not always like this, you know.

I can't remember the
last time I killed a man.

I'd never killed a man at all.

(clicks)

Just make sure you don't get to like it.

Is there a danger of that?

Not for me,

(car engine revs)

not ever.

So, what'd you have to tell me?

Well, that depends on where
you're taking me for lunch?

You're taking me.

Come on, you think
my information's free?

Alright, what have you got?

Does the name Uri Grisham
mean anything to you?

KGB, head of their
Executive Action section.

See what I mean Neil, you're just that

little bit out of date.

Oh?
-Grisham's dead.

Killed in Cyprus two days ago.

In Cyprus?

Looking for Yugorov, I suppose.

What do you know about Yugorov?

Oh, about as much as a I know about

Professor Ronald Colby.

Anything else?
-Yeah.

Try the Greek Cypriot National Front.

You're only 24 hours too late.

So, who's perfect.

We do know the National Front's planning

something pretty big.

They wanna push the Turks right out of

their federated state and into the sea.

Who's leading the push?

No answers on that one.

And Colby and Yugorov?

Not even a whisper.

Yes, but who is Apollo?

It's a code name for one of the top men

in the National Front.

Go on.

Well, there's no description of him,

no ideas on his real identity.

He's been around since
the Limmassol Police

Station Raid in 1970.

I can't even buy information about him.

Hugh, if we don't get a lead soon

we're going to be in very big trouble.

Mm-hmm, but we don't know where to look.

How big is this island?

Oh, it's 140 miles long
by about 60 miles wide.

And somewhere on it there's a factory

capable of building missiles.

Yes, but it won't look
like a factory, you see,

I mean it's too easy to
check those out one-by-one.

Could be anywhere.
-It couldn't be anywhere.

Well, it wouldn't be in the
Turkish military area, would it?

It's gotta be somewhere
reasonably close to it.

If you have your factory
near to the missile sites

there's chance of discovery
when you ferry them out.

And the sites?

There's on the north facing slopes of

the Troodos Mountains to
squirt down on Carini.

No, it's a lot of guess work.

It's a start. It's one you
should have made days ago.

Right, I'll get out the maps.

Alright, I'll come with you

I want to phone Burnside.

Anything I can do?

I know, concentrate on staying alive.

Yeah.

Willie?
-Hi boss.

Hugh Douglas is getting off the hot word

everything we've done today but I wanted

a private word about my new girlfriend.

Isn't she coming up to scratch?

On the contrary, she was terrific.

She's even better than the
little girl I left at home.

Are you sure?

Very sure.
We had a heavy session today

and she knew exactly
what to do every time.

She's no virgin. A very experienced lady.

It's all beginning to
fit, but I can double

check at this end. Ask her teacher.

What's she look like?

She's 27, five feet eight,
brown hair, brown eyes.

Okay, what do you wanna do about it?

Nothing, I mean I'd be daft to lose her

before the holiday's over.
-Right, agreed.

Take care, Willie.

(phone clatters)

Thanks.

(door thuds)

Yes, Neil?

The new Cyprus number two.

Yes?

Jill Ferris?

No, according to Willie she's

a highly experienced special agent.

What?
-And given that

this is a job to recover
an Englishman and a Russian,

we're a running a joint
operation with the KGB.

What. Are you sure Willie
hasn't flipped his lid?

He should know.

Do you remember Jill Ferris at the school?

Yes, quiet girl.

Describe her.

Small, about 23 or four,
dark brown hair but plain.

Ah, different person.

We thought the KGB didn't
have the connection

between Colby and Yugorov, but they did.

Presume their number one
was in Cyprus ahead of us.

Got close and got killed.

So, they had to allocate
another special agent.

And then, some bright lad
in the KGB had an idea,

why not get S.I.S. to do some of the work.

So the KGB got Norridge to make sure

that we were involved.

Right.

But, they had to wait
to see who we would select

as a our new number two.

And, they obviously
weren't expecting a girl.

That must have been a
hell of a rush for them.

They flew her in from Moscow?

Where else? No wonder she was late.

And our Jill Ferris?

Taken out along the way.

But, that's security's problem, not mine.

They must be desperate to get Yugorov.

No more than we are to get Colby,

but they've gone to a
hell of a lot of trouble.

To make the operation easier.

There are a lot of bonuses
from working with us.

Back up on station, they
haven't anyone in Cyprus.

Willie on the job, they
haven't anyone better

and first hand information
on where we've got to

and what we're doing.

And maybe an agent in
our station organization

for as long as possible.

Maybe.

(sighs)

Well, what now?

We let them work together.

She sounds like the best
possible back-up for Willie

so we may as well use her.

Until the crunch.
-That's it.

Then he grabs Colby and Yugorov.

Look, I'm worried about Willie,

about the whole Cyprus operation.

I'd like to talk it through
with you but I haven't

any more time now.

Mind having supper with me tonight?

I don't mind working late,
you don't have to feed me.

I'd like to.

I'd like that, too.

I know it should be long
dresses and candle light

but I'm a bit nervous
about eating in public

places these days.

I'll tell you one thing,
there'd have been a lot

of debate about who sat
with their back to the door.

Anyway, makes a nice
change from having only

a bottle of wine for company.

Why aren't you married?

Nobody's ever asked me.

Would you like to be?

Sometimes. When I'm on
my own in the flat, yeah.

And, out on that mountain road today

it's just as well I'm not.

It frightened me too.

It's not so much the
fear, you can get just

as frightened driving down the motorway.

The violence?

I suppose so, yeah.

I mean, it happens so rarely nowadays

and I always--

try to kid myself it won't happen
again when of course it will.

It's a violent world, Willie.

Hijackings, kidnaps,
bombings, assassinations,

sometimes there's no other answer.

Well, maybe it's that that gets to me

the inevitability of it.

And, the fact that these
things seem to go in cycles.

In what way?

Well, we had three and half years without

losing a Sandbagger, and in the last month

we've lost two.
That's two out of three.

We'll make it.

I'm glad you're around.

So am I.

Coffee, brandy?

Have you got some at your place?

Yes.

Well, why don't we go there,

it's on the way and it's cheaper.

I'd hate to think what the
bill's going to be here.

But, I don't do this very often.

No. Why did you do it tonight?

I wanted to spend an evening with you.

Thank you.

And to share my worry about Willie.

You don't often share
your worries, do you, Neil?

Well, not many people understand.

Not many people understand you.

Am I that complicated?

No, just shy.

What time will Douglas
be here in the morning?

About eight, with
answers on all the places

I picked out on the map.

You hope.
-Well, he'd better.

If we don't make a move
soon Burnside's gonna

think we're on a honeymoon.

That's a nice thought to sleep on.

Hmm, my doctor said
I mustn't get excited.

Good night, Willie.

Good night.

Go through.
-Thank you.

Let me take your coat.

Oh, thank you.

Please sit down.

I have seen that before, you know.

Sorry?

The photograph of your wife.

When you get to my age

you're entitled to
behave like a school boy.

(scoffs)

Where did you get it?

It's the mug shot from your file.

I had it blown up.

It ought to be blown up
it's absolutely ghastly.

I like it.

(rotor whirs)

You know if you'd wanted a photograph

you could have asked for one.

Could I?

I think so.

D'Ops, I'm at home.

(phone clatters)

You wouldn't have taken fright?

Not for myself.

For me?

It's easy to put a
photograph on a shelf and

weave a dream.

Is it a dream?

(sighs)
-Oh, I don't know.

I have my fantasies too, but
then I've had those before.

Some dreams come true, given time.

A lot of time.

I am prepared for that.

(both start to speak)

I'm sorry.

You know about my past.

Yes.

(scoffs)

Well, I thought you would.

There's a chance.

(giggles)

Wait until you've tasted my coffee.

(laughs)

Not a damn thing.

There's got to be.
You can't build missiles

in your coal cellar.

I've checked everything up to there from

holiday chalets, to a nut house,

to a power station.
-Nut house?

Well it's a clinic, asylum, sanatorium

whatever you want to call it.
-Tell me about that.

Well, there's nothing to tell.

It belongs to a Swiss
concern, Zurich I think.

Discrete, expensive.
It's a place for rich families

to lock up their idiot offspring.

Sunshine and mountain air
for two hundred quid a week.

Maximum security?

What?

Does it have a high wall, a high fence,

guards, that sort of thing?

Yes, but... Oh I see what you mean.

Yeah, it's not a bad idea is it,

pretend to be keeping people in.

It's the same thing as keeping people out.

Except, it does belong
to a Swiss organization

though, I checked that.

Apollo isn't likely to fly
the Greek flag over it is he?

But where is it, show me?

It's here.

Ah yesterday we left
Nicosia, we came along

this road here.

Must have looked to them like we were

headed straight for it.

Hmm, hence the very
determined attempt to stop us.

I could contact the local police.

Well, it is a kidnap.

Do you think the National Front
hasn't penetrated the police?

We'll go and do a recce
by a roundabout route.

Right.
-Hugh, get a fresh signal

off to Burnside, ask him what I do next.

And tell him I don't fancy taking on

the National Front with two guns.

Mister Ross, Sir.

Hi Neil.

Got insomnia, have you.

I've been doing lots
of work for you old buddy.

Thanks.

Gotta prove I earn my lunches.

Yes.

The man you want is codenamed Apollo.

I know.

Well, do you also know
that he operates out of

some place in the Troodos Mountains?

I think you've just
confirmed Willie's theory

which is bad news for William.

And, he's located Colby?

He may have.

What action back up can
you give me out there?

When?
-Today, tomorrow

at the latest.

I don't know, I'd have
to check with Langley.

And, they'd task Athens to provide.

Yeah, they might but
you'd only get one officer,

okay maybe two

if you're lucky.
-You're not serious.

Well, how many do you want, Neil?

A dozen, P.M.s or special agents.

Are you kidding, they'd need
White House approval for that.

(sighs)

Diane.
-Hello?

Find out what C's movements
are this morning, will you?

Let me know if he's
gonna leave the building.

I've done that, he's in all day.

Good.
(door thuds)

I've got to have back-up in Cyprus.

What happens if you don't get it?

(crickets chirp)

That's some hospital.

It's more like a concentration camp.

[Jill] Top of the fence is electrified.

There's electric
fencing, floodlights.

Well, never heard of a place that size

being surrounded by two people.

And, if you can see say
six guards in the day time.

Treble the number you first thought of.

Then, the rest.

What we need now is a
glimpse of Colby or Yugorov.

We could wait a week for that.
They know we're around.

And, if they don't show either engineer...

Willie, over there to the left,

an old friend.

Angelos.

[Jill] And, if Angelos is there.

Right, get to a phone call Douglas,

he can confirm it in London.

You're a clever boy, Willie Caine.

You think so?

I was praying it was going
to be the wrong place.

[C] So, what do you want?

A dozen SAS or Royal Marines.

Operating on Cypriot soil?

We could fly them into
one of the sovereign bases.

They'd have to advance from there, armed.

An act of aggression in
an independent republic.

We've no choice.

Then, we'll have to find one.

Look, I don't mind
getting my backside kicked

all around Downing Street if there's

the slightest chance of success.

But, the Prime Minister
won't have forgotten

the Egyptian raid on Larnaca.

That was different, sir.

It wasn't.

That was a risk of their own nationals

with armed troops, exactly the same.

And, they were shot at by
the Cypriot National Guard.

With no end of embarrassment
and political furore,

and we can't have that in Cyprus.

By the 1960 Treaty of
guarantee Britain, Greece,

and Turkey reserved themselves the right

to maintain the territorial
integrity of the island.

That didn't stop the
Turks from invading in '74.

Something which we
condemned roundly at the time.

I'm sorry Neil, I know my Prime Minister.

There's no way he's gonna
let the British Army

carry out an armed raid in Cyprus.

What about a Special Projects Team?

As far as the P.M.'s concerned the SPT

is a military unit, the same applies.

C.I.A.?
-No, asked.

Then, I'm afraid there's no alternative

we'll ask the Foreign Office

to inform the Cyprus Government.

But, they'll task the National Guard

and we know the National Guard's riddled

with Front supporters.

Colby and Yugorov will disappear before

the National Guard have
got their boots on.

Alright, we haven't the manpower

to carry out a covert operation.

We won't get permission
to mount a military raid.

If we go through the proper
channels we'll lose Colby.

So we needn't bother.

It may be unfair to
remind you Neil but over

the past few months you've been insistent

to the point of arrogance
that you're the one

with the expertise in operations.

I'd like a feasible solution
by close of play today.

Understood, sir.

A feasible solution?

Let me go.
-No.

I should be there.
-No.

Come off it boss, that
wasn't part of the deal.

What?

To protect me, I'm a Sandbagger.

I am not protecting you.

I'm protecting the section.

If both of you get killed
out there and I've no

special ops capability at all.

Then withdraw Willie,
let the Russian lady

work it out for herself.

I can't.
(sirens blare)

No one wants the special
section, it makes the

government nervous, it worries C.

And, if I withdraw him now,

you know if Willie was paid 20,000 a year

I'd tell him to get on with and it

and earn his money.

But, every time I fight
on Sandbagger's pay

I'm told there's nothing
special about them.

They spend half their life sitting

in the hutch pushing paper.

I've always argued it's not what they do

but what they may have
to do come the crunch.

Well, the crunch has come now.

And, I find it very hard to tell Willie

to go out and kill himself
at civil service rates.

(crickets chirp)

(clicks)

(crickets chirp)

I think Douglas must have
raided the war museum for these.

(clicks)

You can stay here if you want to.

(crickets chirp)

I get afraid in the dark.

It'd be just like Douglas to find the only
honest power station worker in Cyprus.

(crickets chirp)

If someone paid me 200 pounds I'd throw

the switch for ten minutes.

(crickets chirp)

When those lights go they'll know it's us.

They won't be sure.

(crickets chirp)

Now.

(crickets chirp)

(fence jangles)

(clicks)

(footsteps)

That's the ambulance.

Okay, check it.

(thuds)

Keys are in it, it'll do fine.

Alright, stage two.

(thuds)
(groans)

Where are the engineers?

Colby, Yugorov, engineers?

(speaking foreign language)

(groans)

(thuds)

(thuds)

(speaking foreign language)

(groans)

Where is Colby, Yugorov?
(groans)

Okay Willie, mine will do.

(groans)

Say hello Angelos.

This time you tell us the truth.

Where are the engineers?

Over there, the room over there.

If you're lying--
-I swear it.

Okay.

(groans)

Stage three?
-Yeah.

How much time have we got?

Not enough.

Then, I'll get on with it.

(fence jangles)
(thuds)

(gun clatters)

(fence jangles)

(engine revs)

(guns fire)

(engine revs)

(guns fire)

(engine revs)

(guns fire)
(engines rev)

(crickets chirp)

(door thuds)

(gun fires)

Professor Colby?
-Yes?

You're English.
-You alright?

Yes perfectly, I'm a
bit excited I imagine.

That's nice.

Is that Yugorov?

Yes, he doesn't speak English.

(car engine revs)

Now listen, when we
get outside there might

be the odd gun around so keep very low

and do what I tell you.
-Yes, yes of course.

Now, come along old chap.

(car engine revs)

Alright, now when I give the word

Get down, ah
(gun fires)

(car engine revs)
(gun fires)

Is it bad?
-No, no

it's just a shoulder wound.

It's more shock, I think, than anything.

Alright, get in the ambulance.

(hinges squeal)

Come on Picasso, the police
could be here in a moment.

(door thuds)

(car engine revs)

(door thuds)

(car engine revs)

(door thuds)

You can drive a car?

Yes.

Make sure you aren't stopped.

You couldn't explain your cargo.

It's a long way back
to Moscow, off you go.

How long have you known?

Almost from the beginning.

It's in the eyes. You can't hide it.

I'm taking Yugorov.

You're holding the guns.

Those are my orders.

He wasn't snatched out of Syria,

he sold himself to Apollo.

He did work willingly for the West.

Well, I don't know, I
mean, he wasn't a prisoner.

But, we are

(crickets chirp)

prisoners.
(crickets chirp)

They wouldn't understand, would they?

No, they wouldn't understand.

Well, off we go.

(car engine revs)

(gun fires)

What was that?

I think the lady saved
herself an airfare.

(car engine revs)

Reporting back for duty, sir.

How's the shoulder?

Bit painful.

Like your performance in Cyprus.

What?

If you'd kept your mind
on the job instead of

falling for a KGB agent.

I did everything I could.

Then, your report's a lie.

Is this it? It should be right.

You were alone with Colby and Yugorov

while she made a dummy
run with the ambulance.

Hmm.
-You didn't think

to put a bullet in Yugorov,
blame it on the opposition?

No.
-Well, you damn

well should have.

With Yugorov dead and
out of the way, she'd have

kept her cover, stayed on
as the Cyprus number two

and we could have fed
her false information.

(sighs)

I didn't think of it.

We were in the middle of a gun battle,

I didn't think of it.

She was the most...

(sighs)

and I just happened to
think I owed her more than--

You owe her nothing.

She's KGB, you're S.I.S..

And, never the twain shall meet.

(chair rattles)

Don't forget it again.