All language subtitles for The Sandbaggers S2 E2 - Enough Of Ghosts

I'm not at all sure I
shouldn't be going through.

Flight's not until 5:40.

Still, I don't want to miss it.

Nothing at all to do with the fact

that scotch is free in first-class lounge.

Is it?
And I always have a cup of tea.

Anyway, you should
be savouring every last

moment with your wife.

I'm going away for three
days, not three years.

I don't know much about Brussels.

Does it have a red light district?

Oh yes.

It's called NATO Headquarters.

60,000 single female secretaries.

You are looking forward
to it, aren't you?

Well, it'll make a change from

Westminster.

Sandbagger Three.

Correction, Sandbagger Two.

Mike, is Willie there?

He's not here, sir.

He's gone to see Tom Elliott's parents.

Oh, yes.

Please sit down, Mr. Caine.

Thank you.

Martha, Mr. Caine is here.

I'm just making the tea.

If you'd rather have a drink.

Ah, no, tea's fine, thanks.

Good evening, Mr. Caine.

Mrs. Elliott.

It was good of you to come.

Now if you'll just help yourself.

Thank you.

Thanks.

We had a telegram, of course.

Mmm.

But there were no details.

He said a letter would follow.

That's right, yes, it's on the way.

But I wanted to come along personally

to reassure you that Tom
didn't suffer at all.

Death was instantaneous.

It was a light aircraft?

Mmm.

You see, Tom was acting as a courier

for some very important top secret papers.

And he was being flown from Gibraltar

to a secret destination

and the aircraft

just crashed into the sea.

His body?

No, the aircraft broke
up and it sank at once.

A fishing boat saw the crash

which is how we come to have the details.

But it failed to get an accurate fix

on the position.

We knew of course that Tom was attached

to the Ministry of Defence
doing something hush-hush,

but we had no idea it was courier work.

He was especially selected for that.

You realize, don't you,

that there won't be any
publicity on the crash,

so we wouldn't--

I was a Royal Marine myself.

Tom was following a family tradition.

Oh, you understand then.

Oh yes, certainly.

He'd have been 29 next Tuesday.

Yeah, I know.

Well, I think you can
be very proud of him.

Oh, we are, Mr. Caine.

Yes, we are.

Good morning, Sir Geoffrey.

I was expecting my driver

of yesterday evening, Mr. Chauvier.

Yes, of course, sir.

Evidently he's unwell this morning.

However, as you see, the car is the same.

And here's my NATO pass.

My name is Dehousse.

Thank you, Mr. Dehousse.

What is the meaning of this, Dehousse?

Sit down.

My friend there is very good
with a hypodermic needle.

Provided you behave
yourself, Sir Geoffrey,

you are in no immediate danger.

Morning.

I thought you were coming back last night.

I got waylaid by a pup.

Yeah?

How'd it go?

How do you think it went?

I told you I'd do it.

No, I was his head of section.

Should've heard me.

Tom didn't suffer at all.

Death was instantaneous.

It wouldn't
have done them any good

to know the truth.

Truth?

Not a word of truth in it.

Well, what did you want to say?

Your son wasn't sailing
with the Royal Marines.

He was seconded, that's
sometimes called

sheep dipping to the Secret
Intelligence Service.

He was a special operations officer.

They're sometimes called Sandbaggers.

And actually he died in
agony in a cheap flat

in Sofia because we couldn't save him.

Is that what you want to say?

I'm thinking of leaving the Sandbaggers.

Is that right?

Yeah, I could get a
job in mission planning.

Because you had a rough night

with Tom Elliott's parents?

Nah, I did a bit of
arithmetic afterwards.

Sit down, Willie.

We've lost a Sandbagger.

We've lot five in five years.

I've been a Sandbagger for six.

Well, I was a Sandbagger for seven.

I came through relatively unscathed.

That's debatable, isn't it?

I'm still alive.

I'm alive, but five have died.

Oh, it's guilt, is that what it is?

Because they're gone and you're left.

It's logic.

My number's gonna be coming up too.

Not necessarily.

In our time there's been one period

of three and a half years when we

never lost a Sandbagger.

There was another period of a year

when we never lost one.

Take a couple of days off, Willie.

Don't --

We'll talk about it again.

patronize me, please.

I'm not patronizing you.

I'm just asking you to give yourself

a chance to recover, that's all.

Six years is enough.

I'm too old, too tired, too twitched.

D-Ops.

Missing?

Get Sandbagger two to the ops room.

Sandbagger one and myself are coming down.

You know that Wellingham was in Brussels?

Yeah.

Well, he left his hotel this morning

for NATO headquarters, official car,

but he's vanished.

No sign of him, the car, or its driver.

Well don't -- overreact.

Why should I?

Because you're family,
married to his daughter.

There's still more love than hate

between you and Wellingham,

even if you won't admit it.

I do, that's why I'm worried.

But if he has gone missing,
we've got another problem, too.

In his safe at the Foreign Office

is our in-house report on relations with

South African Intelligence.

You didn't give that to him.

Well, I loaned it to him.

He was working on a
paper on Soviet dominance

of the Cape route.

If it gets back to number 10,

we've been using the South Africans

since the government's ban on cooperation.

Everyone here gets the chop,

from C down to me.

Bruce? Arthur.

Are you duty controller?

Right, close up, would you.

We could have a special.

DJ's out there.

Wellingham had an appointment at 9:45

this morning with UK perm rep to HQ.

An official car was sent to pick him

up at his hotel, The
Hilton, at nine o'clock.

Who was the driver?

A Belgian civilian, NATO staff.

Now according to witnesses at the hotel,

a car did arrive and descriptions of it

tally with the official one all right.

However, they say that Wellingham was

driven off by three men.

Driver and two others.

Mike, ask D-int
to join us, will you?

Yes, sir.

Morning, sir.

Morning, Bruce.

What's the next flight to Brussels

after say 12:30?

He's coming down, sir.

Thanks.

The 13:35, sir, SN606.

Book both Sandbaggers on it.

Special Ops, sir?

Affirmative.

Sandbaggers to draw weapons on station.

In the operation Glorious Dawn.

Let's hope Sir Geoffrey's around to

see a few more of those.

Edward, thanks for coming down.

Brussels?

Yes.

Just got my copy of the signal.

I'm sorry, Neil.

Both Sandbaggers are going.

Can you give us some background?

Terrorism in Belgium?

Mmm-hmm.

No indigenous groups.

That's not to say it couldn't be

any of the European based teams.

Well, which would benefit by kidnapping

the Permanent Undersecretary
of the British Foreign Office?

Again, any.

They work on an international canvas.

They'll take a British official,

make demands on the Belgian government.

Then you've got one government putting

pressure on another to--

The IRA.

The Carlos Group, the Red Army Faction,

the South Molokans.

Until there's a ransom demand,

it's impossible to say.

I've got to get them started somewhere.

I know, Neil, but that's
the problem these days.

There's active terrorism
over 2/3 of the globe.

And any high official in any government

office is a legitimate target.

We are pre-supposing
it is terrorism, sir.

A KGB snatch?

Or even, well, a defection made

to look like kidnap.

Don't be stupid.

Geoffrey Wellingham is no more likely

to defect than you or me.

And why should it be a KGB snatch?

Neil, I think the best thing for you

to do is try Ross.

Get on it, Jeffers.

And I'll get on to Israeli's
Mossad and the Germans.

Germans?

The finger squads of GSG 9.

I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Thanks, Edward.

How the hell are we gonna start?

Mr. Jeff Ross, please.

Yes, I have Mr. Burnside for Mr. Ross.

Oh, just a moment, please.

It's Miss Milner, sir.

Karen?

Oh, hello Neil.

Jeff's with the ambassador right now,

but I know he's hoping
to see you for lunch.

I'll try.

What's the name of that
anti-terrorist computer at Langley?

Octopus.

Neil, don't forget, we're using the GPO

and we're probably into
seven crossed lines already.

I'm in a hurry.
Can you get onto them?

Ask them to run a check
on terrorists in Belgium,

and particular reference to any which

might want to hold HMG to ransom.

Trouble?

We think Wellingham's
been snatched in Brussels.

I'll do it by phone.

Call you later.

Thanks.

Right, crash brief and go.

Boss?

Hmm?

Both Sandbaggers in the same theatre?

Yes.

What are we gonna do when we get there?

I don't know, but at
least you'll be there.

Hustle the station into getting

everything the local police might have.

Just do what you can, Willie.

All right.

If this is gonna be my last one,

I'll try to get it right.

Come.

Anything further to the signal?

No, sir.

The D-int is checking on foreign
anti-terrorist squads.

The CIA are running it
through their computer.

And I'm sending both
Sandbaggers to Brussels.

Both Sandbaggers?

Yes, sir.

To do what?

We'll know when we
get the ransom demand.

But it's a matter
for the Belgian police.

We always put
a Sandbagger on station

during terrorist activities.

One Sandbagger, yes.

But even that is a gesture.

But what happens if you
get a second special op

when both Sandbaggers
are stuck in Belgium?

I'll worry about that
when it happens, sir.

Neil, I realize you've
got a personal involvement--

Wellingham's daughter and myself were

divorced over four years ago, sir.

There are no family ties now.

Even so, you're fond of
Wellingham, aren't you?

Oh, face up, Neil.

Hans Martinslier, Aldo
Morrow, Thomas Niedermeyer.

All of them kidnapped and killed

despite the best efforts
of everyone concerned.

Sir?

So either the terrorists'
demands will be met,

in which case they may let Wellingham go,

or he'll be killed,

and it won't make the slightest difference

that I have two Sandbaggers
chasing their tails

all over Europe.

I would still like to
send both Sandbaggers, sir.

That is bad, irrational,
and emotional thinking.

Brussels is a very good air head.

If we get another special I can fire one

of them out of there just as quickly

as out of Heathrow.

And the briefing?

Well, I can go to
Belgium myself, do it there.

With a three or four hour delay,

which could be crucial?

No, I'm sorry Neil.

One Sandbagger to Brussels.

You can make that Caine if you wish.

And Wallace at immediate notice here.

Very well, sir.

Have Diane get the tickets,
and the money, will you?

Right.

All set?

Yup.

Karen will be on her way.

Sir.

Get yourselves out of
here as quickly as you can.

Don't answer any paging at the airport.

If I want to contact you,

I'll ask them to broadcast for Mr. Brown

and Mr. Green.

Deputy Chief object to the tasking?

By being perfectly logical,

so I couldn't argue with him.

There'll be hell
to pay when he finds out.

I know.

I suppose you couldn't throw him with
the South African thing, could you?

What?

Admit I took a top secret
document out of the building?

Gave it to someone who shouldn't even

know of its existence?

I don't know why you gave it to him.

Investment for approvals
in future operations.

Ironic now, though.

Yes.

Well, I suppose I better go and brief C.

Ah, don't be in a
hurry to spoil his day.

What?

We both know that
Wellingham's gonna turn

up in the boot of a car, don't we?

We don't stand a cat in hell's chance

of getting to him.

But if you didn't try,

that would be
something else for us to live with.

And I've had enough of ghosts.

Haven't you, Willie?

Good, Kramer.

You understand German, Sir Geoffrey?

Not a word, I'm afraid.

They were getting
rid of the NATO car.

They said that there
were some police activity

by Giverne but they managed to avoid it.

Are you Bader Meinhoff?

Sir Geoffrey, we have a deal.

No questions from you and
no nastiness from me, huh?

Here, you can look at your
official papers if you wish.

We have no interest in
the contents of your briefcase.

I don't blame you for that.

I was just going to put my coffee mug

back on the table.

Yeah, but you must learn to
make your movements slow ones.

Sir Geoffrey, this is a circumstance

where the quick and the dead
could be the same thing.

Your English is excellent,
Monsieur Dehousse.

And your German is not
at all bad, Sir Geoffrey.

I made a point of checking up on it.

It's only two and a half
hours since he's been taken.

I know, but there's
so little we can do in the meantime.

Are you all right?

Sir?

Getting to be a rough time for you.

One Sandbagger killed and
now Wellingham missing.

More than that.

Caine's talking about
leaving the special section.

Reaction to Elliott's death?

Yes.

We can't afford to lose Caine, too.

We may have lost him already.

Is there anything we can do?

I don't think so.

He was on the point of leaving last year

when Laura Dickens was killed.

Just couldn't quite bring himself to admit

that he'd had enough.

And now he has?

Yes, Andy.

I have Lady
Wellingham on the line, sir.

Wants to speak urgently with Neil Burnside.

Hold on.

Lady Wellingham.

She wants to speak to you urgently.

She hasn't spoken to me in four years.

Well, she wants
to speak to you now.

Can't you talk to her, sir?

I hardly know her.

Burnside.

Here she is, sir.

Jean.

Neil.

The Foreign Secretary's just rung me.

Is he right?

Is it true Geoffrey's been kidnapped?

It looks that way.

All we really know is
that he had an appointment

at NATO about two hours ago
and hasn't appeared for it.

But it can't be an accident
or anything like that.

He would've phoned or it
would've been reported.

Yes, that's why we're worried.

You will help, won't you, Neil?

Help to find him?

Of course.

Because I know wherever he is,

he'll rely on you.

He knows you.

He'll think of you first.

I'm doing everything I can, Jean.

I promise you.

And so is everyone here and in Belgium.

I won't keep you then.

But do your best, Neil.

I shall.

Goodbye, Jean.

Is she all right?

Saying all the things
I didn't want to hear.

Got a possible, Neil.

Yes?

Israeli Mossad say they believe
the Boulin group is in Belgium.

Boulin?

Yes, could be right.

We know Boulin had to get
out of Hamburg in a hurry

and he hasn't been heard of since.

Yes, Diane.

Karen Milner on grey.

Put her through, will you?

Karen.

Neil, according to
Octopus the Boulin group

is in Brussels.

But Boulin's been careful not to commit

any offence on Belgium soil,

so the Belgian police don't
feel moved to go for him.

But do the Belgium
police know where he is?

No they don't.

And neither do we.

Only that he moved to Hamburg to Brussels

and he's been lying low,

until now maybe.

Hey, how about some lunch, huh?

Okay, thanks Karen, and I heard that.

Tell him I'm still hoping to make it.

The CIA confirmed that
Boulin's in Brussels,

but no one knows where he is

and the Belgian police don't
want the hassle of finding out.

That's what the Israelis say, too.

Well, you better tell me
about this Boulin group.

It's a European based
offshoot of the PFLP with--

Why the Israeli?

By definition pro-Palestinian.

More broadly a mixture of
Marxism, Maoism, and Nihilism.

Well, what's that do do with Wellingham?

I don't know.

There's close links with him

that's probably modelled on
Illiatch Ramirez Sanchez gang.

The Carlos group?

Yes.

Boulin's French.

But the group is staffed
largely by Germans.

All former members of
the Bader Meinhoff lot.

The Sandbaggers won't be
at Heathrow until just after 12.

I'll talk to them there,

if you'll tell Deputy Chief and C.

Sure.

I'm sorry it had to be Wellingham, Neil.

Yes, well he's pretty tough.

He'll survive better than most.

Well, I think I'm about ready for lunch,

Monsieur Dehousse.

Hmm.

Well, I'm not asking
for a menu or a wine list,

but I should be grateful
for something to eat.

Perhaps you would care
to cook it yourself?

Certainly.

It would pass the time.

I'll do it.

Yeah, it would be better.

Then we can charge Sir
Geoffrey for board and lodging.

I hope you take American Express.

Karen Milner was clandestine services

at Langley, wasn't she?

Yeah.

Covert action staff.

Yeah, but she's gonna be promoted.

She just came here for station experience.

She's not trained in breaking
and entry by any chance, is she?

What, are you planning
on robbing a bank?

I want to burgle a
safe at the Foreign Office.

I can just see me getting
clearance for that one.

Yeah, and I can just see the headlines

when it all goes wrong.

CIA Watergate's the Foreign Office.

Okay, Neil, what's the problem?

A file in Wellingham's safe that I need

to get back if anything happens to him.

Ah, don't count on us.

But if you want Karen to
help back up in Belgium...

I don't want a girl
working with the Sandbaggers.

Why, 'cause she'd remind you of Laura?

No one reminds me of Laura.

Shall I
send him up to you, sir?

I'll wait.

Good afternoon, sir.

Why did you disobey a direct order?

Because the conduct
of special operations

is my responsibility.

I deemed it necessary to
send both Sandbaggers.

And if Wellingham hadn't been involved?

But he is, of course.

And so you put at risk any
other special operation

which may come up in the meantime.

I don't accept that.

And I won't accept
your disobeying my orders.

I'm sorry, sir.

You've gone right back
to where you were a year ago.

Lying, cheating, double dealing.

Anything to get your own way.

Well, your annual report is overdue.

I'm rather too preoccupied
to worry about that, sir.

But you'll understand
that if in the event

it is somewhat less than charitable.

More trouble.

Oh?

This has just come in
in the internal distribution from Willie.

Request for a transfer
within the directorate

to mission planning.

Yes, I know about it.

Presumably you'll try to change his mind.

Well, I may not try.

If he's lost faith in himself
he's no good to the section.

Mission planning might
suit him better anyway.

He has been a Sandbagger for six years.

Yes, but he's never really
been the type, has he?

Type?

Well, I've seen the psychiatric
reports on Sandbaggers.

It's what no one understands about them.

What?

People think a Sandbagger
is some sort of superman.

Don't realize they have to have a basic

character defect to qualify.

Go on, Dr. Laura.

No, it's true.

Every one of you's had it.

Before you get too personal,

just remember who makes the
coffee around here, will you?

Right, I'll tell you in simple terms.

None of you has been able
to cope with affection,

so you've all opted for respect instead.

Is that so?

Yes, it is.

You feel you can't be loved or wanted,
for the person you are.

You have to create a false person,

one who is more committed,
more dedicated than anybody else.

And that's your definition
of a Sandbagger.

Interesting, but wrong.

Is it?

I've been in the ops
directorate for 12 years,

longer than you.

And I've seen Sandbaggers come and go.

And Willie Caine is different?

He could have been.

Why do you think he has such
a loathing for violence?

Because this isn't his scene at all.

He's a nice, uncomplicated human being

who should've had a
home and wife and kids.

Are you volunteering?

I might've done before you got to him

and turned him inside out.

Head of station sends his love.

Where'd you meet him?

In a distillery?

Oh, it's his birthday.

Well, it's not yours.

But it feels like it,
staying at the Hilton.

If it's gonna be my last job,

I want some compensation.

Years of staying
at dosshouses and brothels.

Any word from the police?

No leads.

Well, are they
looking for Wellingham?

So we're told.

What about the NATO driver?

Oh yeah, his name is Chabier.

He was allowed to take
the car home at night,

and his first call this morning was to

pick up Wellingham.

Hmm, home address?

Place to the north called Vilvaude.

So if it wasn't Chabier who arrived

here for Wellingham,
but it was the right car,

Chabier must've been relieved of the car

somewhere between Vilvaude
and the hotel, yeah?

Yes, but the police
would've worked that out, too.

And they've got the manpower
to cover the whole route.

We're looking for Wellingham,

not the bloody driver.

Don't forget, the police think
like police the world over.

They're not terrorists.

Neither are we.

No, we're damn close
to them in a lot of ways.

What do you mean?

It's not so long since you
were at field school, you know.

Special operations, a snatch or a lift.

Problems of holing up with someone

in a country that's looking for them.

We may be able to put
ourselves in Boulin's position,

decide what he would do,
how he would make the snatch.

Well, there's one little snag.

Boulin's never
been to field school.

That's not a classroom out there, is it?

This whole country, whole
continent for that matter.

Anyway, where's Vilvaude?

There.

Hmm.

The hotel is er, there.

So having got Wellingham,

the one thing they wouldn't
do is go north again.

The driver's body was
found in the meantime,

the area would be swarming with cops.

That leaves east, south, and west.

Mmim-hmm.

Road out in front of the hotel is one way.

Points them southwest.

Oh come on, you've done the course.

All right.

Break direction of traffic
as soon as possible.

Yeah.

Break right and they're moving north

into the city where most cops will be.

Okay, then reverse
track, then break right,

head Southeast.

Yeah, now look at this.

Thick with villages, we've
ruled that out anyway.

Thick with villages, lots of prying eyes.

Move Southeast, did you say?

Mmm.

Where does it get 'em?

Open country, Flore-de-swans.

Mmm-hmm, or De-geer-um.

Mmm-hmm, or De-geer-um.

Here.

With a motorway running
right through, you see?

Take 'em away from the city
as quickly as possible.

And about as far as they'd hope to get

before the alarm might sound.

Pity Boulin never did the course.

Gotta start somewhere.

Yup.

I hope that car of yours
has got unlimited mileage.

I know it's crazy...

Yeah?

I think we've got company.

You sure?

I was a bit suspicious earlier on.

Looked like there was a
white BMW doing a front tail.

Mmm.

Moment he disappeared,

I picked up a blue saloon in my mirror.

And he's playing the varying speed game.

Yeah, you're right.

That is crazy.

Increase your speed just gradually.

See if he comes up behind.

No, he's dropping away.

Well, we are being looked after.

Keep your speed up.

See if we surprise anybody
around the next bend.

On a radio link.

Same car as before?

Yup.

What the hell's going on then?

You're absolutely certain?

Yes.

We were half expecting
to get machine gunned

around the next corner.

But as I said, eventually
they both broke off

and they disappeared.

I don't understand it at all.

Nor do we.

Chabier.

Yeah, the other news is that the police

have found Chabier, the driver.

He'd been dumped in some
sidings at Gard-du-Nord,

bound and gagged, but still alive.

Good.

Do you we know what he had to say?

Well, just that the car
was taken by three men.

One French, two German.

Ties in with the Boulin group, doesn't it?

All right.

You better get the station
to tip off the police

that Tervuren area might be
worth a harder look.

I've done that, but
apparently the police

have had 30 different tips today

on exactly where Boulin is.

All investigated. All wrong.

Then you better
stick to Tervuren yourselves.

I'm planning to do that, too,

but it's 20 to six now.

I think I'll leave it till first light.

Okay, but we could
be running out of time.

Keep right on the station's
neck for anything

the police might get.

Tell head of station
to bite if he's got to.

The Belgian police have
found the NATO driver, sir.

Alive?

Yes.

And he seems to confirm that it was

the Boulin group that took his car.

And the Sandbaggers?

Well, Caine decided to
start checking a place

called Tervuren to the
Southeast of Brussels.

As they got there, they
picked up a double tail.

That's hard to believe.

I agree, but it happened.

This wouldn't be Caine justifying
their presence to get you off the hook?

The operation's rather
too important for that, sir.

I shouldn't think they've got much
else to do, have they?

He's doing everything he can.

Look, the Sandbaggers aren't gonna find

Wellingham and you know it.

They'd have no chance at all if they

weren't in Belgium, sir.

Oh, very well.

This isn't the time for a debate.

But I warn you.

The epitaph for this operation
will be written on your annual report.

And Wellingham's epitaph?

Don't you think that worries me, too?

I'll be here till about
eight if you need me.

Thank you, sir.

Lady Wellingham has just phoned.

You tell her there's no news?

Yes, but she wants to meet you now.

She suggests Parkway Town, 7:30.

All right.

I've just had a call from Alrich Vegon.

Who?

The boss of GSG 9.

Oh yes.

He apologizes for taking so long to

get back to us,

but they've been moving
fast today themselves

and they've got a finger
squad into Brussels.

Going for the Boulin group.

Yes, and the Brussels
police are working with them.

Can Willie hook into them?

That's the message.

I've told Vegon where Willie is

and an officer called Hors Lincke will

contact him this evening.

Not a bad team.

The Sandbaggers and a
finger squad of GSG 9.

No.

No more than a ray
of hope, though, is there?

You try that again and I'll tie

you to the chair.

Is this true, Sir Geoffrey?

There was an unpleasant
smell in the lavatory.

I was simply opening the
window for ventilation.

When you have been in
the same set of clothes

for a day or two, Sir Geoffrey,

there may be a similar
kind of unpleasant smell.

We shall not complain about you

and you will not complain
about the lavatory.

Very well.

Listen.

Forget this nonsense
about an officer's duty

being to escape.

Your duty to yourself is to stay alive.

Or perhaps I should say
to stay in one piece.

There is a tradition in these things

of sending a part of the victim's anatomy

to his loved ones.

An ear or perhaps a finger.

GSG 9 being?

Border Protection Group nine.

And the finger squads to finger

the terrorists, presumably.

Yes, they're small
units specially designed

to hunt down German terrorists
outside Germany itself.

They finger the terrorists
for the local police

who make the arrests.

Unless as appears
to be the case in Belgium,

the police are reluctant to get involved.

Well that's what this
GSG 9 officer Lincke

is doing in Brussels.

Persuading the local authorities to mount

a real drive against Boulin.

And the finger squads are good?

Brilliant, sir.

Totally dedicated to
destroying Bader Meinhoff

and the Red Army Faction,

and knowing more about them
than their own mothers.

Then they'll have
everything on the Boulin group.

Everything except their current address.

Do you think they'll
make a good combination?

Caine and Lincke?

Yes.

We'll know soon enough.

Oh, it is Boulin, I'm sure.

Are you equally sure
that he's still in Belgium.

Yes, and the police are putting a lot

of pressure on the underworld, is it?

Sooner or later we shall get a whisper.

Now what about our idea
of the Tervuren area?

I'll ask for some men to
be sent there in the morning.

But if you did frighten
them, they'll shift base.

Boulin is clever, is he?

He's a thinking terrorist, Willie.

The dangerous kind.

At least he's not to bloodthirsty.

Spared the life of the NATO driver.

The driver's a Belgian national.

For his murder, the
police would be obliged

to go all out, but for
an English civil servant.

Seems so unfair that
Wellingham's involved at all.

Of course it is unfair,

but that means nothing
to the Red Army Faction

or to Boulin.

Now Willie, we shall work with you and act

as your link with the Belgian police.

But in return anyone
captured in the operation

will go to us for interrogation.

The British authorities
will not interfere.

We couldn't care less what happens

to the terrorists.

We want Wellingham back alive.

Well, as to that we can only do our best.

But are your people looking for him?

Yes, my people, the Belgian police

and a crack anti-terrorist
squad from West Germany.

Everyone is determined
to get him back, Jean.

And safely.

And do you think they'll be successful?

With ourselves and the Germans,

we have probably the best
team in the world on it.

But in the event,
that might not be good enough.

What are his chances, Neil?

On past form, very slim.

Thank you.

I've had so many phone calls today.

Everyone from the Prime
Minister to the local

shopkeepers all saying the same thing.

Geoffrey will be quite all right.

That's why I wanted to see you, Neil.

I knew you'd tell me the truth.

Is Belinda staying with you?

She's outside in the car.

She wanted to come in, but...

It's enough that one of us is upset.

Yes.

Well, knowing you,

you'll be anxious to
get back to the office.

I don't supposed that's changed.

No, it hasn't.

You finish your drink, Neil.

I'll powder my nose on the way.

Let me know if there's any news.

I shall.

Your ex-wife's in the street.

It's the best place for her.

How is Lady Wellingham?

Never misses a trick.

Sorry?

Nothing.

Well, there's obviously a development.

It is Boulin and he's made his demand.

In return for Wellingham's life,

all NATO countries will suspend arms

and economic aid to Israel for a period

of 18 months.

If this is not agreed Boulin will kill

Wellingham as a demonstration,

and then take out all NATO perm reps,

i.e. a high-ranking official
from each NATO country

one by one until NATO does agree.

Everyone knows it's virtually impossible

to get all NATO countries
to agree on anything.

That's right, which means Wellingham

really is in trouble now.

And so are you.

What do you mean?

New message from the duty ops officer.

You have a second special operation.

Valletta station wants immediate backup.

Possible lift on a Russian diplomat.

And Peele will say that if we had

a Sandbagger here, we
could get him away tonight.

There's a flight from Heathrow at 22:45,

but nothing from Brussels until Friday.

Recall Sandbagger two?

No.

Peele's already got me on the cross.

I'm not gonna hand him the nails.

Well, what will you do then?

Sacrifice a principle.

Neil.

Karen.

Well, grab your
bucket and spade, kid.

You're going to Malta.

Malta?

Yeah, the SIS tour is for fun lovers.

Neil will take you over for briefing.

I see.

Give me five minutes to clear up?

Of course.

Right.

Well, that was better than a kick

in the crotch from Peele, wasn't it, eh?

Burnside.

I've really hit a nasty here.

I don't know what the hell's going on.

Another statement's been issued through

a local radio station,

purportedly by the Boulin group,

but saying that they're
not holding Wellingham.

And they did not issue the ransom demand.

Is Lincke there?

He just left.

Lincke is convinced that this
is Boulin boxing clever.

Trying to confuse the enemy

and prevent the Belgian police from going

all out for him.

You don't agree?

I don't know.

Lincke's the expert.

If we are chasing the wrong group,

where does that leave Wellingham?

Mmm, well you stick with
Lincke and try for Boulin.

But put Mike back into the Tervuren area.

Yeah, but
Lincke said more or less

that's his province now.

What am I going to say to him?

Well, tell him he's been withdrawn.

But keep Lincke happy.

We need GSG 9 more than they need us.

All right, goodnight.

Good night, Willie.

James Greenley.

Burnside, sir.

I hope I didn't wake you.

No, I was listening to Bach.

You've heard the demand
from the Boulin group.

NATO will never meet it.

No, but there's now been
a denial of that demand

supposedly also by the Boulin group.

Some kind of hoax.

Lincke and the GSG 9
office thinks it's a trick.

But it's all a bit too uncertain for

my liking, sir, so I propose
to go to Brussels myself.

First flight in the morning.

I'm not keen on having you
and both Sandbaggers over there, Neil.

Can't Caine handle it?

Yes, he could, but it
is Wellingham's life, sir.

I'd rather be in Brussels too.

As it is the first flight won't get

me there till after 10 o'clock.

But if you could seek
retrospective permission,

sir, for me to go.

The FCO won't object to
anything to help Wellingham.

You can't explain your
misgivings over the telephone.

Well, I'm still formulating
them at the moment, sir.

All right.

But get back as soon as you can.

Thanks, sir.

Goodnight, sir.

Goodnight and good luck.

Willie?

The police have a good founding point.

We know where Boulin is.

Where is he?

In an apartment in
the Rue-de-st.-l'eglise.

Get Mike and we'll go.

Mike's not here.

He's on his way back to London.

Why?

Another operation.

He was recalled late last night.

Well Mike is
going to miss the fun.

Excuse me.

Yes, sir?

Could I have a drink, please?

A large coke.

Celebrating, sir?

In a way, yes.

Do we expect to land on time?

Five minutes early, sir.

Even better.

Any second now.

I hope these merchants don't shoot first

and ask questions afterwards.

I don't mind if they
take Boulin dead or alive,

as long as they take him.

And Wellingham?

Here they come.

The whole lot,
with guns and drugs.

Money that will prove to have been stolen.

Where's Wellingham?

What's that mean?

He wasn't there, Willie.

I'm sorry.

Well, this is the Boulin group?

Yes. But on Wellingham we'll start again.

Oh.

It was just a travelling salesman.

Hello.

Yeah.

Good.

Sir Geoffrey, you are free to go.

Free?

Yeah, we need detain you no longer.

And we shall have to give you lift

back to the city, Sir Geoffrey.

Who are you?

Oh, just a trio of
eccentric millionaires.

I have to go, Willie, really.

Look, I've got to find Wellingham.

I'll do what I can, call you later.

I promise.

Herr Lincke?

Yes.

Neil Burnside.

Oh, how do you do?

I was just leaving.

You may in a minute.

We got Boulin this morning.

No Wellingham.

So where is he?

I told Willie
I'll try to find out.

I'll offer you a theory that may

save you the bother.

GSG 9 lives and dies to
get a German terrorist,

particularly the Bader Meinhoff variety.

But they've got no jurisdiction outside

of Germany and have to rely
on local police forces.

Those are facts, not theory.

They knew Boulin was in Brussels.

But couldn't get the local police

to move against him.

So they snatched Wellingham in the hope

that the British government
would lean on the Belgians.

So far so good?

But then the British
Secret Service arrived,

started sniffing around the Tervuren area

where Wellingham was being held.

So they had to be diverted.

GSG 9 suddenly offered cooperation

yesterday afternoon.

Pulled us away from Tervuren.

Exactly.

But unfortunately the Belgian police

were still dragging their feet.

So GSG 9 issued a false ransom demand,

calculated to get every NATO country

to lean on the Belgians.

And that got the desired
result this morning.

Wellingham is safe.

On his way back to the hotel by now.

And what about his wife?

Sat at home worried out of her head.

What of all the wives, Mr. Burnside?

All the wives who will become widows.

All the children who will become orphans

if these people are not stopped.

You play rough, don't you?

Would you play it any other way?

I'm sorry, Willie.

I'll never know how you
got to Tervuren so quickly.

I was going to leave
that downstairs for you.

What is it?

A list of Iraqi terrorists operating

as hit teams in London and New York.

If you pass the London ones to your MI5,

the New York one should
win you a favour from the CIA.

Well then?

I hope we may meet again, sir.

I've got mixed feelings about that.

I wouldn't like to be a
German terrorist, would you?

No.

But at least Wellingham was in good hands.

Yeah, the South
African paper will soon

be back in yours.

Yes.

How did you hit on the Tervuren area?

Stuck a pin on a map, of course.

You're no damn good, Willie,

you're just lucky.

That's what I was thinking.

I will stick around till Mike's ready

for Sandbagger one.

How long will that take?

Oh.

Six years.

I'm relieved.

Thank you.

Don't thank me.

It means you can explain
to Peele yourself.

What?

Well, what you're doing,

staying here at the Hilton.