All language subtitles for The.Jigsaw.Man.1983.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP.2.0.H.264-PiRaTeS

Kimberley, I wouldn't come if
it wasn't urgent, from the top.

Oh, God.

"TASS Agency, Moscow, April the 27th,"

but that's six months from now.

"The death of Sir Philip Kimberley

was announced here today,
former director general, British

Secret Service, defected."

It's all here.

Yes.

They can't do this.

Andropov will never allow such a crazy--

You're out of date.

Fyodochek has taken over.

Well, Fyodochek knows I've been

an important asset to this country,

an international figure.

Oh, yes, here we go again.

I was forced to defect only when

that bloody American, Michael Stray,

turned in the little shit, Blunt.

And that's another
story we all heard before.

I was going to get a cabinet post.

I-- I might even have
been prime minister by now.

If you should go back to England now,

you would not get five years
in the House of Commons.

You would get probably
30 years in Brixton jail.

Is that it?

That's what they think,
that I'm planning to go back?

Crazy.

You have been restless, discontented,

a nuisance, and a drunken embarrassment

for a long, long time--

the worst of them all, even
worse than that drunken

scum Philby and Burgess
and that wretched Maclane.

But it was last week that you killed

yourself at the dinner, when you kissed

the minister on the mouth.

But, Boris, I was drunk.

We were all drunk.

For once in our benighted life,
we were having a good time.

But that was before you peed on the table.

I don't remember.

I passed out.

First, your passed water,
then you passed out.

Oh, a joke, Boris, a joke.

Kimberley?

Yes.

- No. -

No, no, no.

Welcome to the KGB, Second Main

Directorate, Comrade Kuzminsky.

Christ.

Good luck, young man.

Faster, faster.

No, wait.

Come here.

All stitch marks are gone.

He is ready for the general Zorin now.

Kimberley, you mustn't miss this.

Yes, it's not everyone who
gets to see his own funeral.

I thought all that was yesterday.

It was.

They are showing how the rest
of the world received the news.

The funeral yesterday

of Sir Philip Kimberley,
once head of the British Secret

Service, the SIS, has
brought sharp, quick reactions

from America's CIA and
other intelligence sources,

to whom he was a familiar
figure and one of a long line

of British traitors,
starting during the Cold

War with Klaus Fuchs.

Fuchs had worked in
the US nuclear laboratory

at Los Alamos, where he
passed our atomic secrets

to a KGB courier, Harry Gold.

His other contacts with the Russians

came through Julius and Esther Rosenberg.

In spite of repeated American warnings

to British intelligence that two
of their top embassy officials

were passing secrets to the
KGB, nothing happened until--

The recent visitor to Moscow

was Mr. Tom Frieberg, on the right,

who went there to meet one
of the missing diplomats, Guy

Burgess.

But all of this was a warm up,

the preliminaries before the main event.

One of the great names
in espionage history,

Sir Philip Kimberley-- director
general of Her Majesty's Secret

Service, knight commander
of the British Empire,

grand commander of the
French Legion of Honor,

America's Legion of Merit,
Knight of the Golden Fleece,

and hero of the Soviet Union, and the only

foreigner to hold the rank of
lieutenant general in the KGB.

Comrade General, Doctor,
and this is Comrade Kuzminsky.

With your new face, you've
been given a new identity.

You'll go back to London
as commercial attache

to our embassy there.

An extremely important dossier is

missing somewhere in England.

And this concerns the
commercial attache, comrade?

The dossier contains a record of every

payment made to our agents
in the West since the early '30s.

We have reason, always had, reason

to believe that you alone can restore to us

that dossier, that payroll list.

I have absolutely no
knowledge of it, comrade.

It is our belief that in the last hours

before you made your escape from England,

you Stole it and hid it.

Your intention was always
to bargain with it if things

became difficult for you here.

That day has come.

The day to bargain, comrade?

A Russian diplomatic
passport, in return for the dossier

you've hidden, there are 1 million

Swiss francs to your credit in
a numbered account in Zurich.

Dollars would be nicer.

Comrade, uh, Colonel Medvachian

will accompany him to
London to receive the dossier,

at which time you will telex to unblock

the money in his Swiss account.

Oh, I know you didn't work for the money,

but all the same, 1 million francs.

That's all.

Wait outside.

Medvachian, you stay.

Now make your entry into
England through a foreign city,

Paris, Rome.

But don't fly Aeroflot.

Kensington Palace Gardens
know just enough to be helpful.

I must say, it's wonderful to be 42 again.

Do you think I'll live to be 43?

If Comrade Kuzminsky
fails to deliver the dossier,

our two friends there,
they make sure he doesn't.

Danke.

You will hand over that
playlist list, won't you?

What playlist?

Think of it, 1 million
francs, Swiss francs.

Even if you don't like Switzerland,

I can think of many worse places to visit.

Oh, for instance?

Comrade, we separate.

You go in front.

Keep an eye on Kuzminsky.

When was this passport
issued, Mr. Kuzminsky?

If you please.

The date stamp and signature seem

indistinct, a little blurred.

This is your writing?

That is correct, yes.

How long do you intend to
stay in England, Mr. Kuzmi--

Kuzminsky, what do you think?

Local time is 11:24.

And on behalf of the captain and crew,

we wish you all a very
pleasant stay in London

and hope to see you on
TWA again before long.

If you come with me,
Mr. Fraser, I'll get you off first.

They're coming out to the plane.

They have to.

Our parking place is a long way out.

We're about 15 minutes early.

That's why.

You must be pretty important--
police car, special treatment.

Public enemy number one is the real reason.

I'll come and see you in prison,

bring a cake with a file inside.

That's what I call service.

Thank you for looking after me.

Come again.

Mr. Fraser, oh, great
pleasure to have you back, sir.

Thank you, purser.

Private lift, the admiral's expecting you.

Thank you.

Yes, yes, Home Secretary, yes, I--

I understand.

The point I'm trying to make is that this

is a matter for secret
intelligence services,

not for immigration and customs.

If you would have Milroy call me.

Oh, thank you, Home Secretary.

You missed all the fun
at the airport, a defector.

Matthews told me.

I saw that report you sent on
our Washington diplomatic bag.

Very pricey these days, information.

Do you like whiskey?

Not as pricey as mine, sir--

two lives, Paul Garagiola
and a young American.

Did Garagi kill himself, or was he helped?

Suicide.

Why?

He wasn't entirely a happy man, sir.

I asked you why he
killed himself, you clown.

Paul Garagiola was homosexual.

So?

So he had a rather emotional relationship,

sexual, with the American we finally

got the information from.

That was his function-- get
information any way possible.

So we could blackmail
this wretched American.

The only sensible law we've
made in England this century--

consenting adults, would
have saved Vassal and Maclane

and Burgess, too, of course,
not that I think he wouldn't

have done it with a hedgehog.

Well, then.

"Sir Philip Kimberley,
sometime director of MI6--"

Dead, scarcely believable, eh?

Well, he was 62.

Ripe age to die, in your humble opinion?

Think we've all had it by 62?

Well, no, sir, but--

My ass.

Fortunately for most of us,
your humble opinion means

less than a fart in a blizzard.

Sir, I didn't mean that, uh--

No, it's all right. Never mind.

Never mind.

You-- you-- you've done a
good job, lost a good man,

but done a good job.

Thank you, sir, on my behalf
and on behalf of the good man.

Poor, old Kimberley, Kimberley, his name

will always be magic, like some great--

great chess player.

Yes, that's what he was.

It was all a game of chess to him.

Wasn't the money at all.

It sounds as though you admire him, sir.

Admire him?

Brilliant!

Now, his usefulness at
an end, they do him in.

Swine, eh?

You think they chopped him?

Aggravated cirrhosis of the liver,

aggravated by a bloody bullet in the liver.

You never knew him or Lady Kimberley.

I always felt we pushed her to-- hard,

hedged in, poor thing.

And she wasn't really involved,
only as a wife and a mother.

Yes, beautiful, beautiful Annabelle.

Only one way out for her,
she took it, high window.

Didn't do much good for England's image.

We looked brutish and nasty.

I was still posted to Lausanne.

I can remember the little girl, poor kid.

Yes, you never lost your interest in

poor, little Penelope, did you?

I tried to keep in touch as she grew up.

Ah, then it's no coincidence
you've been sleeping with her

for the last 12 months.

14 months, and nothing
to do with coincidence.

She fell in with a rough bunch when

she came home from Grenoble University,

had a rather unhappy,
sordid love affair, didn't like it.

And I was there.

So you took advantage.

That's how it would look to some people.

Well, that's all.

You've done all right, I suppose.

Oh, uh, Fraser.

Sir.

Now that the Kimberley
case is finally ended,

you can go on screwing the daughter

with a clear conscience.

You're most accommodating, sir.

Thanks, buddy.

Penny, it's me, Jamie.

Oh, thank God.

Oh, Jamie.

Hey, the telephone.

No, no, leave it. Don't answer it.

It's the newspapers.

They've been calling all morning.

You've heard.

Yes, I just arrived.

I came on straight here.

How did they find me?

For almost 10 years, I've
been Penelope Black, not

They never let go, poor love.

I'm so glad you're back.

I have missed you.

Oh, how I've missed you.

Penny.

You smell nice.

Amazing what you can do with a bit

of mouthwash and aftershave.

Where have you come from today?

All over.

United Nations, all over?

Well, I did at least get your postcards.

Working for the UN, I get them free.

Oh, charming.

Ming's Garage, sorry, wrong number.

I wish that would stop them, but it won't.

They'll be camping on the doorstep next.

So move into my place.

Your place?

It's so tidy.

Never made love in your place.

Who said anything about love?

Make scrambled eggs,
Buck's fizz, yes, but love,

no, although, on the other hand--

zip up your bag, and
I'll get you out of here.

I was going away,
anyhow, only to the cottage.

Got your keys?

Oh, yes.

Do you hear that?

Should I leave a note for the cleaner?

Your cleaner is capable
of seeing anybody off.

It's a new coat, new-ish,
tailored by Donaldson Hudson,

vicuna, fine vicuna.

But what's particularly aggravating

is that there are two tickets for the cup

final in the inside pocket.

Now I want the CID to make this absolute--

And, sir, hold it right there.

Oh, Admiral.

You are?

Detective Sergeant Lloyd,
sir, CID, Western Central.

Enlightening, if I may say so.

Admiral, I do think--

I also heard news of the
loss of your fine vicuna coat

from the sergeant at the door.

News of your grievous loss, uh, Milroy,

has spread down these corridors of power.

People grieve with you.

Shall we fly the flags at half mast,

or shall we forget your fine vicuna

coat and the cup final tickets?

Meanwhile, I suppose
the news of your other loss,

that of the, uh, defector Kuzminsky,

has not been spread so wide, nor so far

as that of your fine vicuna coat.

Really, Admiral--

You've got to stop thrashing
about your bloody coat.

Do you here?

Really, Admiral--

The Ruskies must not learn we've

lost their bird without
even clipping its wings.

You've got to act as
if we've still got him.

Now do you understand?

Yes, I quite understand.

Right.

Now let's, uh, let's start
again from the beginning.

After all, it was you who went to escort

him here from the airport.

Uh, tell me.

How, uh, how is he?

Agreeable, perfectly pleasant, knew London,

said he'd served here before.

Served here before?

Was that what he asked, to see me?

Well, as I told you on the telephone,

he mentioned your name.

He just mentioned my name.

Didn't it seem to be curious
that he knew my name?

No, no, never mind that. Go on.

Go on.

I seated him there.

In the leather chair?

Yes, I gave him a
cigarette and "The Times,"

and I left him to arrange a co--

matter of fact, I had to wash my hands.

Oh, weak bladder?

When I got back, he'd gone.

While you were washing your hands,

he'd washed his hands of you and taken

your vicuna coat with him.

Get a good price for those tickets

and for the coat, too,
and that's the trouble.

He's now walking about with money.

Has this robe been printed?

Printed?

Fingerprinted, your flighty
friend who knows my name

may be someone that we know.

He may have been in and
out of the country many times,

in and out, in and out, just as he

was in and out of your office.

Do you think he may be known, wanted?

Well, perhaps not known,
Milroy, but wanted, surely--

send a print team around at once,

will you, please, Sergeant Lloyd.

Sir.

Thank you.

Oh, Admiral, you've forgotten this.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, in case I do hear from him, how much

should I offer for your cup final tickets

and for your fine vicuna coat, hmm?

Admiral, my dear Milroy.

Well, Sir James, I take it you
are on your way to visit me.

Just stopping by, mm.

Slumming, Admiral?

Like you, just stopping by,
and as we've already stopped,

we won't trouble Milroy
any further, shall we?

I'd really--

But, Sir Ja--

Shall we?

Unless you prefer something else.

Whiskey?

Not thirsty, thank you.

You don't need a thirst for whiskey.

I take whiskey only when I'm feeling cold.

Well, bugger you for a start.

Thank you, Admiral.

Gentlemen.

Uh, my usual, please.

And for you, sir?

No, thank you, but I will have
a little wine with our dinner.

I'm took for dinner.

Oh, that's a shame.

I wanted to invite you
around the corner to Wilton's--

mashings of smoked salmon followed

by a turbot and a bottle of Montrachet

from Wilton's special bin, hmm?

I feel like lamb tonight.

Lamb, it's exactly
what you're going to get,

dressed as mutton.

Tell me.

Was there ever any truth in that, um,

legendary file K was supposed to
have squiddled away somewhere?

Just the sort of thing he would have done,

the entire housekeeping
bill of the KGB operations

in this country from the beginning.

Highly unlikely.

But we'll never know
now, shall we, old man?

Call that a double.

Sign for me, Armond.

Very good, sir.

Silent toast to K?

- Bugger off. - My, my.

Go on.

Take a little wine with
your turbot and be damned.

A better man if putrefying in his box!

Well, look at it this way, sir.

If he hadn't gone off, you wouldn't

be head of Her Majesty's
Secret Intelligence Services,

now would you?

See it realistically, Annabelle.

Philip is gone, already there, in Moscow.

And no one will believe you didn't know.

Now you will need help.

What are you trying to tell me?

That I'm in love with
you, Annabelle, always

have been, but you know that.

I thought you were Philip's friend.

Marry me, Annabelle.

I can protect you.

Please, go away, please.

You're a fool, Annabelle.

Wherever you go, you'll be hedged in--

a swarm of agents everywhere.

You'll never see Phillip again.

I'll see to that!

I will.

Sergei Kuzminsky, I am
Russian commercial attache

who is defecting this morning.

Are you, indeed?

You are Admiral Scaith.

More people know Tom
Fool than Tom Fool knows.

Excuse me?

Uh, it doesn't matter.

I said nothing, doesn't matter.

What do you want?

I come to you from Phillip Kimberley.

Well, my friend, you've come too late.

Philip Kimberley is dead.

Yes, at last, Philip
Kimberley is a free man.

I was with him at the end.

I was with him for 10 years.

I was his friend.

Friend with a gun on his back?

My gun was not loaded.

Ah, friendly gunman, hmm?

Philip Kimberley told me to come to you.

I am to sell you the documents he

removed from our British paymaster

before he escaped to Russia.

You're telling the truth?

It is what Kimberley is
telling me before he die.

I know him like a brother.

I have all proof you want.

The documents will do.

The exchange of monies and items for sale

can be made in Switzerland.

I will be needing British
passport, safe conduct,

and proof that money is
there before documents

can be examined.

How much do you want?

1 million pounds sterling.

You know you're talking nonsense.

Why do you say nonsense?

You have wasted many millions
more pounds in last 10 years

in search for these documents.

But if you do not agree my price,

there are four, maybe more,
major power be very interested.

All have trusted agent at
same time in pay of Russia.

Why didn't you wait at the home office

so that we could bargain in comfort?

Why did you run out?

In home office, is possible
I am also killed in comfort

by someone of your people before allowed

to speak with you, killed by someone

who perhaps has his
name on files I offer for sale.

Is very much possible, yes?

Possible, anything's possible.

The next defector could be
a member of the royal family.

All right, I'll have a special line

open for you direct to my
house for the next 72 hours.

It will have a Chiswick area code.

That's, uh, 994 followed by four zeros.

But you will have to undertake something

better than promises,
some definite evidence

this obscure dossier exists.

Is reasonable, but I will
need two telephone here,

in case one does not work.

Very well, two telephones.

In Kimberley's time, I went
this way many times with him.

Yes, Philip Kimberley
speak to me many times

of this river path, of your habits.

You keep whiskey bottle behind your books,

black-label whiskey.

I wonder why he should tell you that.

He also tell me a policeman always

on duty outside your house.

Run, man!

Run!

102 and 397

102 and 397

You took your time.

Strolling off my dinner, a man
must consider his digestion.

Sit down and listen.

This will do your digestion some good.

The Kimberley dossier, the paymaster file,

it exists, and it's up for sale.

Aha.

You were approached?

Kuzminsky, the defector
who cut out on Milroy,

and that's why he cut out.

Do you have him?

He ran, knocked out a
policeman behind the pub.

Damn near killed him.

I want the police to
show a low profile on this.

See to it.

The Russkies must not
hear their man is loose

or try to make a deal with me.

Fine.

Pick up his passport and description

from Special Branch.

I want your people to catch
this bastard before the police

fall over him.

Well, my section is pretty,
um, strung out right now.

I hear, um, Paul Garagiola
is back with Fraser.

Let me have Garagiola.

Can't have him.

Fraser brought back
the official NYPD photos,

pulled off a story.

Polished his shoes, clean shirt, measured

the distance perfectly,
had quality, this Garagiola.

Luck of the draw.

Give me Fraser, then.

Done.

Please, don't struggle.

Don't be frightened. It's me.

Penelope, it's your father.

Now, please, don't be frightened.

All that stuff you read about
me in the papers, my obituary,

it's all lies.

Now, please, don't be frightened, darling.

Stay calm.

It is me.

I'm going to let you go.

Please, don't scream out.

But when you turn round,
you won't recognize me.

What do you think, bearing
in mind that it's a Russian suit?

Now get out!

Get out of here now!

I don't care who you are.

I know it's a shock, but
you won't be needing

that gun, lovebird.

It's a long time since you
heard that, isn't it, lovebird?

In any case, I'm afraid that someone

has already beaten you to it.

Philip?

Yes, ah, not the thing
for an open wound, but--

We must get you to a hospital.

Yes, that's why I came to you.

I've got to get out of here.

They know about this
cottage from the letters

you wrote to me.

They?

Who's they?

KGB, killers.

And you can't come back
here or go to your flat in London

for at least a week.

I'll have sorted things out by then.

What are you going to do?

I mean, you can't-- you
can't go around like this.

Well, I'll-- I'll--

I'll go to a chemist in town.

And then after that, we'll go to the lake,

to that place where we used to picnic,

where we could see everyone,
but no one could see us.

Do you remember?

Yes, I'm glad you do.

Those files.

Let me help.

If I'd gone along with their
little plans, all I could win

was a real obituary.

But since I cut loose yesterday,
I have spoiled those plans.

So now they will try to
use you to force me back.

If they do take you, you will
be in Moscow by midnight.

That's what I fear.

You fear for my life?

It's the paternal instinct, Penny.

It dies hard.

Oh, you'd better get going.

Go off to Ireland or Scotland
or to the Crowleys or a hotel,

anywhere.

But what about you?

I have unfinished business here.

Yes, like dying here?

Unfinished business, I
have no intention of dying yet.

Good, in that case, I'm going to take

you to some friends of mine.

They own a hotel.

You won't be found there.

We could put you up until Friday,

but we are booked for Easter.

Oh, thank you.

That's time enough.

Your name is, uh?

Fraser, H Fraser.

Would you and Penny want a table for lunch?

Oh, no, thank you.

I'm really not feeling very well.

Room number eight, Penny, you know the way?

Thank you.

I do.

There-- bright, cheerful, and safe.

Fraser H, why that?

Hamish Fraser, my
boyfriend, I thought at least

I'd know what name you're under.

What does he do?

United Nations, he works
for the narcotics division,

travels the world.

Talking of that, he'll be
traveling to the cottage

this afternoon.

I'd better stop him.

No, call box would be safer.

There's one downstairs.

Oh, no, listen.

Uh, I'm fleeing the cottage.

It's damp and dreary.

Can I come and stay at your place?

Oh, lovely.

Yes.

No, I'll be there before 6:00.

Oh, and I'm taking the train.

The car is playing up.

Lovely.

No, look.

I-- I can't really talk right now.

I really can't, darling.

I'll see you soon, yes?

Big kiss, bye.

Good God, bangers, how I've missed them.

Funny, the things one can't forget--

bangers, England.

Do you know that Burgess
always wore his holy tie?

And Philby never wears any tie at all.

I've missed more than sausages.

Penny, there are some
things I have to tell you,

but, um, not-- not in here.

All walls have ears.

This is England.

The Bull Hotel does not have ears.

I've got to be in London by 6:00.

You can't go back to your place.

I'm not going to.

I'm staying with a friend.

This Fraser, Fraser H?

He's the best thing that's
happened to me in a long time.

Anyway, I've got a living to earn.

I'm all day tomorrow
at the Dorcester Hotel,

translating at a convention.

Clever girl, your daughter, speaks

five languages fluently, even plodded

through a course in Russian.

Thought it might be useful.

Yeah, you wrote to me.

Why didn't you ever write back?

Right, sir.

What is it now?

Mr. Cameron, Scotland Yard.

Well, can't you see I'm having breakfast?

Tell him to wait.

Come right in, Mr. Cameron.

He has a nice face, an honest face.

Sorry to disturb you so early, sir.

Yeah, well, well--

Uh.

Tea?

Uh, no, thank you, sir.

I am in charge of fingerprint
section, Scotland Yard.

Now these are the prints taken
from Mr. Milroy's leather chair

at the home office.

And?

And I went to my office
at 7:00 this morning,

knowing it is urgent.

And I'm off to see my wee
daughter for the weekend.

She is married now.

Indeed.

The matching prints, you
will see, sir, why I felt it

best to come straight to you.

Oh, God.

Philip Kimberley.

You see, Sir Philip,
when he first went to MI6,

was screened by us.

We did a proper job, unlike
some other departments.

Well, impossible.

Can't believe it.

Seeing is believing, sir.

But I saw the man who made these prints.

He was half Kimberley's age, for a start.

Prints can't lie.

But the face of a man, and women, too,

so I've been told, aye, and even criminals,

to create a new identity.

Bless you, Cameron.

The prints do not lie.

They've transformed him and
brought him here for a purpose

that only he could accomplish for them.

One thing, sir, why do they not burn

off his fingerprints with acid?

Because, Cameron, they had no intention

of ever letting him out of their clutches

until he'd fulfilled his purpose.

But he defected.

The dear, lovely, talented rascal,

he's not finished with his chess games yet.

In the mornings, plenty
of choke, no acceleration--

she has her habits.

Will you be all right?

They missed my ribs.

I'll-- I'll live.

Only if you take care of yourself.

Go back to the hotel and rest.

You must take these antibiotics.

You don't want to get blood poisoning.

What do, uh, women use to
change the color of their hair?

Shampoo rinse.

Shampoo rinse?

Yes, you can buy it in the chemist's.

Take this.

When I come back, I shall bring
200 pounds, emergency money.

Take care.

Your driving license, please.

Excuse me, Officer?

Nothing wrong with
your eyesight, I suppose?

Uh, no, Officer.

Prohibited zone, 50 quid
fine and your license endorsed.

Well, uh, this must be
something new here because,

uh, well, I haven't been
back in the old country

now, what, for, uh, 20 years.

American, tourist?

Well, kind of a tourist.

I, uh, have a British passport still.

I'm very proud of that, but I've lived

in Oklahoma now for 30 years.

I-- I drill oil for a living.

Well, in the interest of British economy,

now that you know, don't do it again.

Thank you, Officer.

I sure won't.

And as they will keep
saying in your country,

have a nice day.

You, too, sir.

Do you have any roses left over?

All gone, I'm afraid.

That's really lovely, ladies.

You've done wonders.

But I'm just about to lock up.

We're just leaving.

Thank you, ladies.

Uh, I don't want to disturb you.

There's no hurry at all.

It's just a prayer of, uh, thanks

to be here again, a long time.

As you see, we're preparing
for one of our big Sundays,

the ascension into heaven.

Oh, I sometimes feel we
ought to be more dramatically

reminded of the descent into--

Goodbye, Mrs., uh--

I see you're admiring our angel.

Yes, I remembered her from the war.

Of course, in those
days, I, too, had wings.

Ah, a flyer?

Yes, sir.

I-- I was stationed hereabout,
in and out of Woburn, training.

Ah, you were one of those, huh?

I was out in the desert, Seventh Armored.

Oh, fighting for a better world, huh?

Yes, and I'm afraid we
have to keep on doing it.

Choir practice tonight.

Rehearse for this Sunday.

Meanwhile, it's brightening up a bit.

I'm going to try and
get in a round of golf.

Well, then, goodbye.

Maybe we'll meet again one of these days.

Oh, I doubt it.

Have a good ascent.

Bye-bye.

Wait. CHILD 2: Wait for me.

Wait for me. CHILD 3: Come on.

Wait here for me, please.

I'll be a few minutes.

Suse?

Penny?

I've been ringing you everywhere.

Have you?

Is the dragon out?

Dragon's always out.

No customers, anyway, might
as well dust down the Albert Hall.

Listen. Jamie's back.

I'm staying with him.

Moving in?

Lucky you.

Oh, no, no, no, it's not
quite like that, trying to.

Want this?

Thanks, Penny.

Don't answer the phone.

I won't.

I thought you might like
to stay there with Ginge.

That is still Ginge, isn't it?

Still Ginge.

I told Mother I was staying with you.

Want some tea?

No, thanks.

I must go and get supper.

I've got to create a good impression.

Well, don't lose my keys, please.

You know my bag, safe as houses.

I could live for a week
on everything that's in it.

Ciao.

Coming, Ginger.

Hello.

Yes, sir.

I hate to disturb your amative carnalities,

but I do require you in the
office with Chorley first thing

in the morning.

What?

Russian?

Not a word.

And you have received

my letter with instructions?

Yes, yes, it arrived
first thing this morning.

I found the, uh, snippet of
microfilm very interesting.

Rest of film--

What about that intercept yet, hmm?

We make exchange in Geneva.

But first, you pay half of
money to daughter of Kimberley

here in England.

Agreed.

Now my courier will--

You were saying your courier.

I was saying--

one moment.

You can forget the intercept.

It's a waste of time.

I'm saying my man will meet
you at Woburn Abbey at 2 o'clock

tomorrow afternoon, in
front of the sweet shop

at the children's zoo,
uh, though your money

will be in a red case.

You can check it and then go with my man.

My man will escort you to Geneva.

You can trust him completely.

I am grateful your escort is a safe man.

I must leave here now.

Perhaps one day, you will visit me

abroad for a pleasant holiday.

If ever I visit you, it'll be to put

my boot up your double-dealing Russian ass!

I made all the arrangements at Woburn.

The marquess and Henrietta Taverstock

have given us everything we need.

So you better get down there pronto.

I'll join you later.

Our Russian is no fool.

He knows the playground
and zoo will be stiff with kids,

so there will be no guns going off.

Plenty of guns to go off, what
with the police, the Russians,

not to mention ours.

He likes to live dangerously,
doesn't he, our Kuzminsky?

At least, we're going
to play straight with him.

You're going to make the contact.

Then you're going to see him off on a Royal

Air Force plane to Geneva.

Why me?

Because you're so good at making contacts.

Aren't you, dear boy?

Are you all right, sir?

It weren't me, sir.

Sorry.

Who then?

It's hard to say, with all
the lions and their keepers,

them monkeys and those
keepers, the giraffes and giraffe

minders. It could be anyone.

But to shoot at my car?

Well, uh, it could be a stone.

You heard the shot.

Aye, there will be some
people after shooting

the squirrels today--

pretty little things, but pestilential.

Besides, no car allowed on
these side roads, except for family.

Trespassing, you'll be a
trespassing car, too, sir.

Friend of the marquess.

Oh.

Afternoon, sir.

Accident?

Can you organize some temporary transport

from your car pool and get his repaired?

- Yes, sir. - Is Sir James here?

Somewhere around, I'll
show you the temporary HQ.

Believed to be armed.

Any information is to be sent to SV2.

SV2, over and out.

So anything moving?

Uh, one green line driver reports

he thinks he saw our man.

The section

Ah, Fraser, keeping my

Bagged these for you,
dear boy, memento mori.

Thank you.

But to the hunter, his spoils.

Yes, dear boy.

Yes.

I bet the Bedford owls would want it.

Like a prick, hmm?

Don't you think it's like a-- a prick?

Maybe not like Mr. Mouse,
but like a big, aggressive prick.

You think me vulgar, don't you, hmm?

Oh, yes, I've seen it in your eyes.

Paul Garagiola didn't think me vulgar.

Paul liked me.

And not many people know I wear a wig.

I doubt if even old Scaith knows.

I have four wigs, all different lengths,

change them every week until they

look as though I need a trim.

Paul Garagiola liked the medium one.

Poor Paul, you were with him, weren't you,

at the Waldorf when he, uh--

I wasn't with him.

I was in California.

Take a look at my report.

I can see it's a sensitive subject,

for you as well as for me.

A melancholy subject, and
as far as I'm concerned, closed.

Yes, closed.

Tell me about the accident in your car.

Did you see anyone?

Must have been a stone.

I presume you got the report of a woman

seeing our Russian on the bus.

He wouldn't have been on the bus

if Scaith had held onto him.

Held him?

A lame, old man up against a
Russian thug who could have

kill a copper with a single blow?

You've always been the
admiral's boy, haven't you?

Well, I suppose someone
has to take his place.

Don't you find yourself a
little youthful for the role?

I'm quitting the service
as soon as the Kuzminsky

file is wrapped.

If you had quit before,
before going to America,

Paul Garagiola might still
be alive and well and living

in London.

Strange.

Safety razors are the thing, old boy.

These can be dangerous weapons.

They do their job.

Here.

I'm just across the
corridor, nice and close.

What a curious night it is.

Well, on with the You
won't let on about my wig,

will you, hmm?

Bad for morale, I'd say.

Hello.

Hello, Ginge.

How are you and Suse?

What do you mean?

I gave her the keys to my place days ago.

I thought you were together.

Well, she can't be too
sick to pick up a telephone.

Well, that could be my fault, actually.

I did tell her not to answer it.

No, don't be silly.

Of course, she hasn't disappeared.

Well, I don't really want to get there

because of the newspapers.

All right, I'll come with you.

Look.

Jesus.

Where's Sue?

This is all there is?

No other rooms?

No.

That bloody suitcase of hers, she wouldn't

move a foot without it.

Keys, where are my keys?

Oh, no.

Oh, no, Sue.

What's the matter?

Snap out of it, Penny.

No, it's Sue.

I'm in terrible trouble,
and now she's involved.

What trouble?

What's happened to her?

Listen.

You know me as Penelope Black.

That's not my real name.

I'm Phillip Kimberley's daughter,

Sir Philip Kimberley, the spy.

Kimberley, the one in Moscow?

Yes.

When he died, he sent a
man with a message for me.

They didn't want me to get that message.

- Who? - The Russians.

I don't believe a word of it.

You're bloody mad.

Listen to me.

Please, listen to me.

He came to warn me, this
man, that I was in terrible danger.

The Russians would do
anything to get their hands on me,

anything, hijack me, hijack me to Moscow,

which is what they've done.

They thought it was me.

Ginge, Ginger, go to the window.

But don't let them see you.

That-- that van, that green van,
was that here when you arrived?

No, it pulled up as we were

going inside, squeaky brakes.

And what the hell are we whispering for?

Penny, if you're trying to
take the mickey out of me--

Go back.

Go back to the window.

There's only one other
person who can help us now.

If I was you, I'd take a
couple of days complete rest.

You look as if you could do with it.

Yes. PENELOPE : Philip.

Oh, hello, Penny.

Give Penny my love.

Yes, yes.

The place is in a--

is in a complete shambles.

They've obviously been here.

The Russians, they've taken her by mistake.

She's probably gone home.

I must go to the police.

Don't be such a bloody fool, Penny.

You can't go to the police.

Now wait till tonight.
She'll come to no harm.

Don't be stupid, Philip.

She could be dead by tonight.

She's no good to them dead, is she?

I mean, she's got a tongue in her head.

She can explain.

In Russian, in Moscow?

Well, I tell you what.

Let-- now let's both calm down.

I'll-- I'll, uh, speak to the
Soviet embassy myself.

Don't be stupid.

She might be dead by tonight.

And-- and another thing, Philip, there's

a green van which has been following me.

And, um, it-- it might be
the police, but more likely,

it's the Russians.

Do you mean you're speaking
to me from your apartment?

Well, get out. Get out now!

Get out!

You stupid cow, the phone is tapped.

We have to get out of here.

What about the Russians out there?

You think they're going to let us walk--

Go on.

Get-- get the door.

Get the safety chain.

I'm going to call the police.

No, no, no, you're not.

No, Philip, I've done enough harm.

Screw Philip.

I said no.

The window, I'm going to shout for help.

No, don't go there.

They might see you and shoot you.

Come over here.

They're going away.

No, they're not going.

Go away!

Go away.

Kimberley, Ms. Kimberley!

Go away.

We've already called the police.

We are the police, or the same thing.

Look at this, for God's sake.

It's a hell of a long time
since I was last asked

to show this card, but read it.

What shall I do?

I knew you.

I've known you.

I knew your mother for more
years than I like to mention.

But read the name.

You know it.

No, don't.

How do we know?

Look out of the window,
you bloody, young fool.

Maybe you know a
police car when you see it.

Thank God you're here, whoever you are.

The living image.

These men, they've--

they've-- they've been here.

Yes, two, two of them,
Russian diplomatic passports,

nothing that we can do.

And then the van, the green van?

It's all right.

It's already gone.

This is Ginger, I take
it, um, Susan's Were you

here when she made the call?

Answer me, damn you!

Were you here when she made that call?

Yes.

Ah, well, take him in.

- Oh, no. - Yes, yes.

No, don't you hurt him.
Don't you dare hurt him.

Wait in the car.

He has nothing to do with any of this.

He doesn't.

No one's going to hurt him.

Now tell me, where was
Philip when you talked to him?

I'll tell you if you bring
Susan Graham here.

Tell your thugs to go and get her.

They've got her.

We haven't.

Now do you begin to understand?

Sit down.

Transcripts of your conversation
to Ginger this morning,

and we've just-- just recently picked up

conversation between you and Philip

Kimberley in which you implore him to take

you to the Soviet embassy.

Now Philip is in danger, great danger.

We must get to him before he's shot

down, either by the
comrades or our own police.

Penny, where is he?

He warned me not to tell anyone.

You might be working for the Russians

and only waiting to kill him.

Do I look like anybody's bloody comrade?

The Bull, the Bull Hotel at Walgrave.

Anybody there?

Ah, there you are.

I'm just off to pick up Penny.

She wants her car back.

So if you'll give me a bill--

Now you look here.

I heard you speaking to that girl.

Everybody could hear you shouting.

Now we're very fond
of Penny, and I think you

better explain a few
things-- - What on Earth--

--before you leave my hotel.

What on Earth are you talking about?

Or perhaps we'd better
get the police in on this.

Look sharp.

The old man is on his way.

Roger.

You better wash this, ma'am.

Well, what's all this?

Nice time of the day to
get home and no warning.

Think we had a full staff, anyone would,

butler, lady's maids and all.

Sorry.

This young lady has had a nasty shock.

Take her into your kitchen.

Give her a cup of tea, some
of your nice anchovy toast.

I'll give you a call when I'm
ready to have a chat with you.

Come in, my dear.

Matthews, take it around the back.

And then you and Connolly
cover the side door to the bar.

Right, sir.

His wife, she's identified

Kuzminsky from the passport photograph.

I see.

Thank you.

Wally, send the young lady in.

Come in, Penny.

Sit down.

I've got, um, more bad news, I'm afraid.

Uh, the landlord of the
Bull Hotel, Mr. Ransom,

he's been killed.

Doug.

It-- it-- it was your father.

Whether it was an accident or he killed

him and threw him down his
own cellar staircase, I don't know.

However, whatever, he-- he
must feel terribly threatened.

Scaith here.

Yes.

Uh, you mistrust someone close to me.

Well, as I said, anything's possible.

I see.

Then we'll change the place
of the rendezvous to the church

just inside the gate at Woburn
instead of the children's zoo.

Right.

Right, now there's one other change.

This time it's mine.

Your messenger will be a woman--

long, fair hair, blue jeans,
uh, gray jacket, yellow scarf.

Yes, we'll bring a doctor.

That was my father.

Yes.

You didn't ask him about Douglas Ransom.

No, irrelevant at this point.

What will happen to him?

I shall keep my promise if I
can, get him to Switzerland.

It's the documents you want, isn't it?

Yeah.

And do you plan to send
me as your messenger?

Why?

He'll be more pliable.

All right, I'll bargain with you.

Bargain?

Yes, I'm bargaining now.

I want Philip Kimberley to stay dead.

He died in Russia.

He knew nothing of this.

It was that man, Kuzminsky.

Understand?

Yes, I understand.

I understand you, Ms. Kimberley.

I'll go to the church.

And I'll do what must
be done, so long as Philip

Kimberley remains in his grave.

Agreed?

Oh, yes, so I would have wished it myself.

Yes, sir?

Fill her up, please.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

He's got to be some kind of a lunatic.

Seen this man?

No, I don't think so.

Well, a yellow mini?

Yeah, just now, he's gone
out of here like a bat out

of hell, left me with a tenner.

That's two in a morning.

Where have you been?

Kuzminsky's been sighted,
Bull Hotel, Walgrave.

I was hot on his heels, when--

Never mind that, orders from the admiral.

"Cancel all previous instructions.

Operation Paymaster has been scrubbed.

We're not taking Kuzminsky in.

What the hell is going on?

I don't know what the
devious, old bastard's up to.

Well, I'll tell the people
at the zoo it's all over.

Call from the main gate, sir.

All right.

There's an ambulance arrived,
orders from Admiral Scaith.

Stationed in front of the church,

driver wants to know if there
are any further instructions.

The church?

My God.

I knew the old bastard was up to something.

Penny. What's she doing here?

It's all right.

Kuzminsky, we've got Kuzminsky in there.

- You what? - It's all right.

Half the money is for her.

Her father planned it all.

Kuzminsky is merely the go-between,

and then he goes with us to Geneva.

It's all right.

Penny.

Philip.

Who brought you here?

Admiral Scaith sent me.

Everything's going to be all right, Phil.

There's an ambulance
and a doctor waiting for you.

You look so sick.

I promise they'll take--

Jamie?

You tricked me.

No, I didn't.

Move to the right.

Move to the right.

I didn't, Philip.

I didn't.

Put that gun away.

You won't need it.

You lying bastard.

You have to believe me.

I'm your friend.

Put your hands on seat in front of you.

You, too.

Reach down the back of the statue

and take the package out, the bottom here.

Get down, Kimberley!

Hold it there.

Throw gun on floor.

Kick it towards me.

Get away, quickly.

Not yet.

See how these bastards tricked me?

Get the package.

Get the package.

Throw that package over here!

No, Kuzminsky is a killer.

Do exactly as he says.

Fraser, there's your traitor.

He's the mole.

Move.

You, move.

Move.

You, too, around corner, right back.

All of you, back, back.

Hurry, man. Hurry.

Stand back.

Don't let Fraser get away.

Tony, you bloody imbecile!

Philip, Philip.

Philip, Philip.

Philip.

Quick now, Penny.

Come on.

Come on, Penny.

Quickly. - Get down.

Quickly.

Philip.

Phil.

Sorry about your friend, Douglas.

It was an accident.

War is bad.

It doesn't matter.

Philip.

Philip?

Philip, can you hear me?

Philip?

No need to shout.

Dear God.

Will he be all right?

They'll look after him properly.

Fraser, take Charlie
in the other ambulance.

And then report to headquarters, will you?

Fraser, Scaith's man,
Scaith's headquarters.

Loved Paul, even when he went away.

Left me-- left me for a younger man, you.

Drove me mad.

How could you let him down
for that Kimberley girl, any girl?

Dear God, you've got your wires crossed.

The man Paul was involved with
was the one we got the ciphers

from, the American, CIA.

That was the man?

Not you?

I tried to kill you, twice.

Damn near did.

Kimberley, uh, did he die?

Yes, last Monday in Moscow.

No, Fraser, I arranged it all
with Moscow, plastic surgery.

Kuzminsky is Kimberley.

Brilliant, eh?

Did Scaith know this?

Must have done.

He was shouting Kimberley,
Kimberley, in church.

Of course.

I thought he was calling
out to Penny, Kimberley.

Chorley, Chorley.

No hurry.

OK, sir.

Did he say anything before he croaked?

That he'd been working for the
Russians for at least 20 years.

Anything else?

Only that he tried to shoot me twice,

thought I'd taken Garagiola away from him.

Oh.

Well, before these ugly
rumors get circulating,

you better get in there and warn your girl

there's not a word of truth in it.

Second floor, number 26.

Uh, just see that his
wig's on straight, will you?

Very good, sir.

He'd hate anyone to know.

Yes.

You should be in bed.

I keep telling her.

She's had an anti-tet shot,
and the dressing is fine.

But she should stay in overnight.

You persuade her.

At least, have a good
strong coffee before you go.

Borrowed these, got to go back tomorrow.

I suppose this is what you've come for.

Dear God, you had it all the time.

Yes, I did.

Anybody else know?

That's all you wanted all along, isn't it?

Well, you've done your duty, kept

in touch with Kimberley's
kid, kept her under supervision.

Tell me, the whole
performance, was it worthwhile?

Penny, it's really not as simple as that.

They used me, too.

They also used others.

Susan, did you forget about her?

Terrified, probably
tortured, no one to turn to.

Douglas, poor, decent Douglas.

They were not soldiers, damn you!

It was probably my fault. I should

have turned Phillip in in the
first place when I first knew.

You could have confided in me.

In you, the narcotics
fella, always such a busy,

running around the world?

What do you want me to say?

Nothing, I don't want you to say anything.

Just go.

Tomorrow?

No, goodbye.

Never a goodbye between us, remember?

I guess this belongs to you.

Close the door quietly.

I still have the gun.

Turn.

Hands against the wall.

Do what you are told, and everything--

Easy.

Round up the others.

Get a doctor to this man.

Philip, Kuzminsky, you all right?

Is it safe to put on the light?

Now it is.

You have no right to hold me.

Are you sure you're--

What do we do with this one?

This time, it's not Aeroflot sitting

in the front compartment
with your vodka and caviar.

This time, we've got the guns on you.

You'll do 10 years, and none
of your diplomatic nonsense,

either.

Let me in.

Maybe a zip fastener as
well I should have sewn in.

I am in good health.

Aren't you the lucky gentleman, then.

No gangrene, you'll bleed like a baby.

I'll stitch you later.

Please, please, I have to go in here.

No, no, miss, you can't go in.

Jamie, darling, I
thought you'd been killed.

No.

No, no, no, no, Philip got most of it.

You just called me darling.

Poor thing, are you all right?

I am now.

In many ways, I think I
am a very luck gentleman.

I also think I am a very lucky lady.

Goodnight, Ms. Kimberley.

Oh, I was forgetting.

I'm sure somebody better have this.

Anything I can get you?

Vodka, only vodka.

No, no, none of that foreign nonsense here.

You're in England now.

Whiskey it'll be.

Holy whiskey, then.

You will have to give me
something first, information.

Who's going to come
out of the woodwork next,

the moles in the Secret
Service or the ones at

Much more important--

that fella Milroy, whatever did
happen to his fine vicuna coat,

hmm?

You lying, tricking, conniving bastard--

there's only two frames on this.

The rest is all blank.

Naturally, the rest are in Geneva.

Sit down.

I want to make a proposition to you.

Proposition?

Neither of us two is getting any younger.

Of that, I'm painfully aware.

Have a drink.

Once in Geneva-- you,
and I, the microfilm--

why don't we go into business together?

Only this time, not for $5 million,

but for 5 million pounds.

You walk along the streets you knew,

a stranger now who's
reaching to the open arms,

the healing touch, the
feeling more than endless love.

You learn to read between the lines.

And though the smile, it
hurts inside, you face the wall

and miss the view.

We had it all and never knew.

There's only you and I,
looking through the eyes of love.

This time, there's no goodbye.

Memories are not enough.

You search for me, just to
find your dreams everything

you left behind.

In all the world, there's only
you and I. The perfect fool

begins again to see the
light where shadows end.

You understand the past feeling shame.

We're first to see, the last to know.

There's only you and I,
looking through the eyes of love.

This time, there's no goodbye.

Memories are not enough.

You search only just to
find your dreams, everything

you left behind.

In all this world, there's only you and I.

Through the eyes of love.

Oh, there's only you and I, looking

through the eyes of love.