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Identify your vessel by the number of the bay in which it stands.

Follow the route marked on the cross-section

to locate your component.

All these components are required for repairs

to working vessels in the Atlantic fleet and other operational zones.

So they are to be salvaged with care.

Any questions?

Midshipman windette? No questions, chief petty officer.

Somebody's been getting in and pinching this stuff.

God alone knows why. Go carefully.

Banging

Windette?

Midshipman windette!

Bryan and Juliet Brody.

Her we know little about.

But he used to work for us at kamen and Ross

in the international department.

We found he'd been using other employees' passwords

to explore the bank's computer system.

Had been?

Yeah. He disappeared as soon as he realised

he was being investigated.

Who's the older guy?

Name's mctiernan, an ex-naval diver that Brody hired to obtain parts.

And he's our only lead, then?

Yeah, he lives in a weird little place, it's a caravan.

Really?

Then we'll have to persuade him to come in for a chat

so we can check it out.

Which one of you looks better in a suit?

Both: Him!

Thank you for answering our advertisement, mr mctiernan.

You said you do special deals for ex-servicemen.

That's right.

Our company was founded by an admiral

who wanted to ensure a fair deal for all his men.

Doesn't sound like any admiral I've ever met.

Beckett laughs

keep him talking.

'Right, we just need to fill out the necessary forms.'

'if I could ask you a few questions.' Ed?

Signal disrupts speech

say that again. That's a really bad signal.

Beckett's with him now. You've got half an hour maximum.

Wagons roll.

You said on the telephone

that you were looking to invest a large cash sum shortly.

Certain items have come into my possession

that I can turn into a lot of hard cash.

I'm not a young man. I can't afford to waste the opportunity.

What was your profession?

I was a naval diver for 15 years.

Commercial for another 12. Right.

Can you tell me what these items are intended for?

I'd prefer not to say.

Why did you ask me what they're intended for?

I'm sorry?

You didn't say, "what are these items?"

You said, "what are they intended for?"

Well, it's just a way of...

Watch him, Beckett. History of violence.

They set this up?

'Are they listening?'

I can assure you, mr mctiernan, this is just a misunderstanding.

Beckett, just let him go. Misunderstand this.

Beckett!

Beckett...

Tyres screech

he moans Beckett, where are you hit?

He groans

right... in the battery.

Tell me something, mr mctiernan.

If you hired someone who worked for you

and he refused to complete the job unless you paid him double...

How would that make you feel?

That's not how I said it, mr Brody.

But it is what you said.

Where are the goods?

What's your best offer?

This.

Phone beeps

footsteps on ladder

Come on, pop tart! Gotta run.

Ed! Ed, he's come back!

I know (!)

This company is called kamen and Ross.

Not cloak and dagger.

The Brodys are planning something. It is not just paranoia on our part.

On your part, mr hurry.

We have the naval components,

and we've found a way to let the Brodys know about it.

If these bit from old ships are so vital to them,

then they'll have to come to us.

My colleagues are waiting for a call right now.

I thought we were here to be warned about a possible fraud on ourselves.

Not take an interest in the scrap metal market.

Ones related to the other, sir, but we can't as yet say how.

Are you suggesting your department's

not up to the Mark, mr hurry? No, sir.

Our security is excellent. It's just...

Look, whatever the Brodys are planning,

they do know what they're taking on.

In spite all of your sophisticated computer security,

they're going to try to relieve you of a tremendous amount of money.

Mctiernan went to a lot of trouble to hide this old junk.

I tell you one thing,

no two of these have come off the same kind of boat.

Ship. What?

The Navy doesn't have boats, ed, it has ships.

What's a gunboat, then?

It's a kind of ship. What's a gun ship, then?

It's a helicopter.

Oh... Phone rings

hello.

'Yes. I want to speak to mr Bailey.'

that's me.

I got your mysterious message.

'And I've got the components you wanted from mctiernan.'

what are you trying to do? Start a Navy (?)

Never mind what I'm doing.

How realistic are your expectations here?

More realistic than the last owner's were.

'We ought to meet.'

yeah, I guess so.

Which of you is Bailey?

I am. So who's "knuckles" (?)

My insurance.

I've seen the results of the way you do business.

My wife has a temper. What can I say?

Sit down.

This is a, um, delicate business.

How do I know you're both genuine?

There we are with mctiernan. Subic bay, 1985.

Photographs can be faked.

Listen, sunshine, if I was gonna fake a photograph,

I'd wanna do a better job than that. Ok.

So, listen. I don't just need the parts,

I need to replace mctiernan as well.

For what? Bit of marine engineering,

lifetime of science...

And a generous share in a humongous piece of fraud.

Are we interested?

Dream team to dream queen. Testing.

Did he go for it?

Well, he wants us to fit the components for him.

Well, has he got a ship? 'Couldn't get him to say.'

these are all pump components. I don't know.

Maybe he's gonna build a tunnel.

What on earth for?

Tax-free £250 million.

The man's a bragger. He had to tell us.

Your boat? Chartered.

Luxury model. Looks like she can move, too.

Bit like your good self. Just get the stuff on board.

I tell you something...

..She spooks me big-time, this woman.

Well, don't let her know it.

Listen, you didn't see the look on her face when she shot this guy.

What was it like?

Absolutely no expression whatsoever.

I hope you don't get seasick(!)

I'm watching the horizon. They reckon that helps.

You're supposed to be a professional sailor!

Lord Nelson got seasick, you know.

He also got killed on a boat.

Ship.

What's she using there?

Continue along those coordinates...

It's a location finder.

It charts your exact position to within a few yards

at the press of a button.

How does it know that?

Satellite signals.

Speech inaudible

So what now?

You get to admire my timing.

Ok, you two, get on deck!

Get aboard as fast as you can.

Come on. We don't want to risk the sub being spotted.

It's a real antique.

If we didn't have to do a Houdini when all this is over,

I could've put it on show.

Still, I did promise the boys they could drive it home.

Where did you find the crew? They come with the boats.

And they only know about a dozen words of English.

They live on diesel oil and don't seem to need daylight.

All part of the same hard currency deal, eh?

Yeah, you should see it out there. Absolutely everything's for sale.

This was cheap.

The forward escape hatch is right above us.

Just here.

There's another one down the back end,

but it's all seized up.

This one's got an inflatable boat with a fast outboard

just in case of emergency.

Well, it isn't quite what we'd anticipated.

Well, I'm expecting you to adapt. I didn't make this offer lightly.

I need people I can rely on.

That means people with a certain amount of greed,

a certain lack of principle,

and a healthy sense of self-preservation.

Self-preservation says you can't pull £250 million

out of the bank without taking a few risks.

I mean, what's the proposal?

Sail up the thames and fire off a broadside (?)

Nothing so crude.

Well, exactly how crude, then?

You fix the pumps, I'll fix the bank.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

Ed?

Beckett?

Ed? Beckett?

Look, if you can't speak, just make a noise.

Oh, no...

This is a sea-bed engineering vessel.

They built it for maintaining cables

at the bottom of the urals, or wherever.

The urals are mountains.

Well, luckily, I'm doing a bank job and not a geography exam.

Doesn't matter where they used it.

The point is, it'll get me into one of the phone cables

under the north sea. Phone cables?

Electronic money transfers.

The bank sends money by wire, I intercept, I divert.

What happens then is none of your concern.

They can trace it. They'll just cancel the transactions.

Not if you can get the cash out of the system quick enough.

End of questions on that subject.

So, what's our job?

This unit pulls the cable in...

And the chamber has to be pumped out or the whole place floods.

Mctiernan said he could fix it with the right salvage parts.

He got the parts then he got a greedy itch.

Yeah, fatal condition.

It can be.

These are his tools.

See how you get on.

How are your guts?

Better since we got below. Here you go, mate.

Don't think of it as a submarine,

just think of it as a motorbike that goes through very deep puddles.

Beeping

Brilliant!

Well, credit where it's due.

I couldn't have done it entirely alone.

Thank you (!) What now?

I set up my hardware.

Then we'll have to surface and refuel.

Where do we do that? I've stashed some diesel.

Don't worry about where.

Me and mr satellite take care of where.

Good afternoon. Got an appointment?

It's strict Jacobs Doyle policy.

This lady has stepped into the wrong building.

Please help her to leave. Certainly, sir.

Crew talk in Russian

I figure there's only half a dozen crew on this ship. Boat.

What? You call a submarine a boat.

Anyway, I say we pick our moment, and sabotage the whole operation.

Ed, it's a question of when.

And what the risks are.

Stand by to surface! In Russian

gentlemen, the countdown begins.

Klaxon sounds

Jacobs Doyle are diamond traders.

They're very big and they've no public profile at all.

Could they handle a deal on a scale of £250 million?

That's a small bag of rocks as far as they're concerned.

Right, so this company has an account with you...

No, not with us. What?

Well, there has to be a connection. Well, I've checked every angle.

We've never done business with them and not likely to.

Graeme, there has to be a link,

money has to move, or Brody can't cut himself in.

Yeah, but how? We don't deal in diamonds

and Jacobs Doyle don't deal in anything else.

Which strikes me as a rather major hole in your argument.

I've been talking to our computer people.

If we transfer money electronically to another bank,

our computer calls up the other bank's computer

and they chat for a while.

To prove to each other who they are.

The money's only transferred

when the computers are sure nothing is wrong.

No system is completely secure.

Mr hurry, there's no budget for any more spy games.

I won't authorise this. People have died.

Two people I'm close to are missing.

I don't know what might have happened to them.

You can't just expect me to let this go.

Well, I'm very sorry about your friends,

but they're really not my problem.

Hurry up and get that feed line ashore. We don't have long.

I'll come down and give you a hand. No.

One of you's got to run the pumps to get the stuff on board.

I need to get a better signal from the surface antenna.

This doesn't work so well once we're under. You understand?

Da. Signal, da? Satellite?

Dream team to dream queen. Ros, are you there?

Listen, I don't know if you can hear me.

She got us to the rendezvous point. We're supposed to meet a boat.

Ed on radio

'we're on a clapped-out sub, seriously.

'So I couldn't get a signal to you. I really don't know where we are.'

I think we're somewhere on the Dutch coast.

Any problems?

No, everything's sweet. There's no-one around.

That's why I chose the place.

Don't leave your gloves there. Ah.

Dive! Dive!

Do what you're supposed to do! Shouts: Now!

Klaxon sounds

hey. What's going on?

Shouts: Go get him, then!

He shouts orders in Russian

Entry phone buzzes

hi, graeme. Come on up.

Thanks for coming, graeme.

Look, I tried talking to someone at Jacobs Doyle,

but they're so secretive,

they won't talk to anyone below board level.

Your board won't take the threat seriously.

No, they won't, but I do.

It's my job whether they believe it or not.

Beeping yes!

They're alive?

I put a long-range transmitter on Ed's jacket.

Now, assuming he's still inside it, he's somewhere on the Dutch coast.

There are worse places to be.

Sonar bleeps

'can you hear me...

'Bailey, or whatever your name is?'

you can run but you can't hide.

You're not a king of infinite space.

'We're tracking the cable now.

'In one hour, it'll all be over.'

I'll be rich and you'll be sorry.

Well, I tell you,

there's no way Brody's gonna let the crew sail home.

He took on barely enough diesel to last the next few hours.

So what's his option?

'Well, he said the sub's got a fast escape boat.

'We know he took mctiernan's diving gear.'

I think he's gonna scuttle it and leave 'em all down there.

Nice (!)

Oh, we got fired by the way. 'What?!'

yes, our client doesn't believe in the threats.

'So we're on our own.'

no backup? 'No.'

well, nothing you'd call official anyway.

Woman speaks in Dutch

all right, whatever. Look, I gotta go.

They're waiting for me. Later.

Laughter from above

hatch clangs shut

What are these? Undersea telephone cables.

This is the submarine's last known position.

Where they dumped ed?

Yeah. Now, the lovely mrs Brody is still in england,

so, presumably, hubby won't want to be too far away.

Allowing for currents

and the fact that its cruising speed is limited by age,

I think they're heading for here. Well, that's great.

Mm-hm. The hard part is still to come.

I'm gonna fax this lot over to ed, and then I'll really need your help.

This will take some of the guesswork out of it.

Right.

You guys got sonar?

Ok.

So, we can get over the cable and start to search along it.

Yeah? Yep. Excellent.

Keep him out of reach. Cuff him up there.

Good work. Now, shoo.

Go!

Right down the end.

♪ No peeping. ♪

So.

Who's onto me?

Don't tell me it's that bunch of witless wonders I used to work for.

Where's ed? Ed?

Ah, that was his real name.

And what's yours?

Child of deaf, mute parents, perhaps (?)

Beckett. Well, mr Beckett...

..The bad news is that Ed's gone...

And you're gonna follow.

So what's the good news, eh (?)

No good news. What d'you think you're doing?

Any minute now, the kamen and Ross computer's

gonna make a routine call to one of its regular customers in Frankfurt.

That call comes through here.

The two computers in London and Frankfurt

will think they're talking to each other...

..But they're both gonna be talking to mine.

Password?

If they find out that I helped you do this, I'll be dead.

If it works, you'll be a hero.

Now, that gives you access

to all the dealer information at kamen and Ross.

What are you looking for?

Any overseas transfer that links

your bank to Jacobs Doyle in any way.

You know, for someone who's been fired,

you're very dedicated.

I'm not doing this for your employer, I'm doing it for Beckett.

That's the call I've been waiting for!

The credit transfer from kamen and Ross?

Which this machine answers with the correct codes,

and I send on to its intended destination...

Their customer in Frankfurt.

And if Frankfurt sends back a reply saying, "thank you very much..."

They'll be talking to this computer

thinking they're talking to kamen and Ross.

I'm the man in the middle.

I'm receiving everything and nobody knows it.

That's brilliant. Very impressive.

But so far, you're none the richer. Ah, that's the tricky part.

See, what I do is, I take that same signal from kamen and Ross

and send it a second time to another place,

where my wife is waiting.

How d'you take it all in? Skill.

And ten years of practice.

What?

£247 million being transferred as credit to Frankfurt.

That's the right sum, but it's the wrong destination.

They're well-known customers. This is a regular transfer?

One Brody would've known about? Yeah.

Look at that. Yeah, well, they all show the time.

Yeah, but they all show the same time.

This one's three seconds behind all the others.

Well, maybe the German end just set their clock wrong.

Yeah, right (!)

It's rather more likely that the signal's

been interrupted and reprocessed on the way... yes!

Of course! They're not stealing directly from the bank!

They're diverting the bank's computer signals

to create a phoney credit transfer somewhere else.

It's the diamond merchants.

The same credit going to two different destinations, eh?

Exactly. I create a phantom credit.

Huh. When the books don't balance,

they'll all going to know something's wrong.

By then it'll be too late.

Well done (!) You just killed the pumps...

And yourself and the crew.

You saved me the great moral dilemma of switching them off.

You didn't affect the money transfer at all.

I'll try and stop it.

There. On its way.

Damn.

In ten minutes, my dear wife will be spending

every cent of the money on diamonds.

They can, um, change the books,

but diamonds are for ever.

Don't go anywhere (!)

Have one for me, boys.

Enjoy it while you can.

Cries of alarm do svedaniya, boys.

Wow.

Could that be it?

In Dutch

an oil tanker went down right about here.

That signal is bouncing off the wreck.

At least give us all a fighting chance!

Well, that would be wise of me, wouldn't it (?)

Sorry, Beckett, you're all spam in a can now.

Don't you have any kind of conscience at all?

No. Winners do better without.

There's something on the radar.

Where? Small powerboat?

Back near the wreck we spotted.

He had one on the sub. Shall we chase him down?

No, no, no. Turn around and go back. To where?

What if that wasn't a wreck?

Our accounts department just confirmed the payment.

Did mr Stephens explain our procedure?

Armed guard as far as the door.

Once I'm in the street, I'm on my own.

That's a lot of wealth to walk out with.

We can arrange secure delivery to anywhere within reason.

My associate's coming to collecting me.

We intend to keep a low profile.

There's a radio in your mask,

and we keep an eye on things through your video camera.

Now, if it turns out to be the wreck and not the sub after all,

please come back up straight away.

What's the wreck of? A tanker called gallisto.

But I'm telling you now, you won't be seeing much down there.

You again. You've got a fraud in progress.

There's a woman buying diamonds on a phantom credit transfer.

That isn't possible.

This woman, she's in your vault right now, isn't she?

Look, if you're wrong, you can laugh about me after I'm gone.

If you're wrong, this firm'll be the biggest joke in the city.

Wait there.

'I can see something down here. It's metal. It could be the sub.

'No. No, it's the gallisto.'

These gentlemen are our assessors. The case is with our compliments.

Put them in my handbag. It'll be a lot less conspicuous.

Phone rings excuse me.

Hello. What?

Right.

Shots fired in quick succession

alarm sounds

alarm beeps

Come back up now. There's nothing more you can do.

'Listen, what if the sub's close

'and the wreck's just confused the sonar?'

How do I get to the parking level?

I don't work here, lady. Great (!)

Parking level! Where?

Juliet!

It came down when the alarm went off.

Well, what're we gonna do?!

Don't worry. I've got everything worked out.

Give me the bag.

Now what?! He's gonna leave you.

Shut up!

Bryan? Sorry, doll.

But look at the situation, you know you'd do the same.

Nooo! What other choice do I have?

I'll get you the best lawyers. He won't.

Bryan! Trust me, lover.

Get the barrier open!

Are you all right? Yeah.

I've got the exact position of the submarine stored in this GPS.

Can you patch me through to ed? After a fashion.

Go ahead. Ed. Ed, can you hear me?

'Look, you're almost there.

'Go 400 metres north-north-east of the wreck of the gallisto.'

ed, did you get that?

'Ed!

'Can you hear me, ed? Ed!'

Surprise, surprise!

Where are the crew?

The crew are airtight. The Navy boys'll get them out.

Hang on.

Feel like a manicure (?) Beckett grunts

ha-ha!

We got you a welcome home present.

Yes. It's cold, it's wet, it bubbles.

It's champagne?

Argh!

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