All language subtitles for The Professionals - 4x11 - Hijack

You're late.

Top priority, Telex. Just as
I was leaving the embassy.

He's here.

Harry, this is Joseph.

Joseph Merhart, Harry Walter.

Good to know you, Joseph. Mr. Walter.

Mandy, fix Joseph one of
these. Sit down. Thank you.

So, you're a diplomat? Correct.

I thought the Soviet bloc
embassies were full of spies.

Oh, but they are.

Then what does that make you?

There are two things that you must
know about me, Mr. Walter. Call me Harry.

I am not a particularly careerist
diplomat, and I'm an even worse communist.

Thank you, Amanda.

Hit the spot?

Excellent.

Good.

Now, why should I believe you,
Joseph? For the best of all reasons, Harry.

It doesn't matter a damn if you don't.

Mandy, my love, I want you
to do me a favor, please.

So polite. How can I refuse?

You can't, now. You go out,
you squeeze a couple of oranges,

and you put a couple of icebergs in.

Harry, I told you, the
fridge is on the blink.

Mandy, will you make like Jack and Jill?

Now get your little
bucket and go upstairs and

knock on one of the
doors. You get my drift?

Anyone would think you
didn't want me here.

What on earth gave you that idea? Get out.

I understand you have a proposition. Yes.

I'm listening.

We, that is my government, make
regular deliveries of a certain, well,

of a certain precious commodity.
If it's gold, say so. It isn't.

It's silver.

Regular deliveries
from our shipping agent.

Where?

In Thule Street, to the docks
at Tilbury, and back again.

Why back again? That's not
relevant. Relevant or not, I'm interested.

We are speculating on
the London bullion market.

I don't believe it. It's true.
When the price is low, we buy.

We ship it home.

When the price rises, we sell.

We ship it back.

Naughty little communists.

If you can't beat them.

You know the route?

What type of vehicle?

Articulated lorry. Crew?

Three.

One driver, two in a car behind.

Are they tooled up?

Shooters? Guns? No.

Two-way radio?

No.

Police cooperations?

No.

Why? For obvious reasons.

What size your average cargo?

Three to four million.

Pounds? Sterling.

Four million quid.

Oh, what's stopping you? Come on,
stand by. So, stand by me. Ah, Rose.

Oh, great.

Don't think I'm not tempted. Yes.

Somewhere to the north of Kathmandu,
there's a little green-eyed, grey-haired,

sober little Scotsman.
He wouldn't approve.

Make a deal with him.

You don't tell him, and
I won't tell him either.

Sounds fair enough.

Mm-hmm. So, come on up.
Police at the top of the shop.

Sounds exciting.

Sixth floor, black magic,
taxidermy, surgical stockings, bedclothes.

Come on, Ray.

Hey, it's Mandy's night
in, isn't it? So we can

trip-toe to my room. Did you say trip-toe?

Yeah.

You must be joking.

You know why they
don't want to go. Tell me.

No golf course.

Well, I never knew that, did you?

Oh, it's terrible. I mean, all those
birdies and eagles are nowhere to go.

Who is it?

The one with the accent.

Which accent?

What are you doing? What's it look like?

You've not got cold, have you? Cold?

Better than sea.

Buck's fizz.

Third bottle tonight.

I've got Harry and Joe in there.

That's ambitious.

Four drinks. Tough luck. How was dinner?

Boozy?

I guess.

Come on, Ray.

Ah, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, it's not fair.

What do you want, a phone?
There's one in the living room.

No, that's all right. I've got to go.

Be good.

You don't give me much choice, do you?

Four-five to base, over.

Go ahead, four-five.

You were bleeping me.

Well, it wasn't hiccups.

Hang on, 4-5. 4-5? Yeah, still here.

Proceed immediately to house
reference Tango Foxtrot 2. Hobbo duties.

That's Bodie's job.

Operative taken out.

Hell, that's what I said. Roger, 2-4.

This gate will be open, right?

As soon as we've got the
lorry, in through here.

Wide enough? Plenty. About a
quarter of a mile, there's a turn. Sheep?

Cattle?

No, no, crops.

After the turn...

It doubles back onto the B road.

Another 300 yards, it joins up
with a feed into the motorway.

Bob's your uncle.

Yeah.

Well, what do you think?

It has possibilities. It is
terrific. How do we stop the lorry? Crash.

A real one?

Nah, a basket.

Clouds of steam.

Radiator cracked, chicken blood.

Why not?

I've seen it. So? Too chancy.

Passer-by gets curious,
picks up a telephone.

Harry, it is perfect.

If it is, we can always come back to it.

I hate to see the police in cars
like that. It's too good for them.

You've got to have some power to
catch all those villains. It's not right.

Time was a Bobby called you
sir. You what? It's true.

You going to the GGs on
Saturday? What else? With my

new jockey making his
debut? Of course, I forgot.

Any good? Could be another
Willie Shoemaker. Oh, yeah?

He's a leery little
bastard. You know, the first race,

I offered him 1,200
quid. You know what he said?

No, man, I don't race
for a penny under 1,000.

Maybe he races better than he figures, eh?

I certainly hope so. Is this it?

It's due, Roy. Well due. Out of the car.

Well, just begging to be took.
What did I tell you? There's

two in the car, Harry.
They must have shooters.

Now, one's from the agency,
the other's a security guard.

55 and not too clever on his pins.

Be like taking cherries from a kid.

Well, I like to do something
for the old country. What?

It appeals to my sense of patriotism.

Teach him a little lesson, eh?

Karl Marx wouldn't
approve, but Harry Walters does.

Good morning. Is it? Oh,
don't be like that, mate.

Brought you some nice hot
coffee. Thought you were ill.

Hey, you should have seen me. Yeah,
you're right, I should. I'll tell you, Ray,

you wouldn't believe it. I'm so
bad, I couldn't even get into bed.

Who's?

Seen anything? No, curtains
haven't flopped once. Ooh,

the old man's not gonna like that.

Well, the old man can do the other thing.

Oh. Ah, seven little
dwarfs sitting in the bath, all

feeling happy. Happy got
out. Your fate's won't be.

Look at you, put that trace
in. Read the diplomatic place.

Yeah.

Name's Merhart.

Joseph Merhart. Embassy?
Yeah, commercial side.

I saw him run at Debbie and Mandy's place.

So?

Potential security risk. What, Mandy?

Positive vetting. She works
for the Ministry of Defence.

Come on, the only secret she knows is
the date for Morning Cloud's next refit.

You know it. Nonetheless. No, the
nation dozes while diligent Doyle doesn't.

Alliteration, they call that, by the way.

Oh, is it?

I want to know more about Mehrhard.

Alpha 1 to 4-5.

4-5.

You seen 3-7 anywhere?

No, Alpha 1, not this morning.

I saw him last night.

I'm not interested in last night. When
you see him, tell him I want him. Soonest.

Roger, over one.

Cool. Got a great blimp out here, mate.
Look at this. She's got a lovely full lotus.

What are you going in
tonight? Pink thing, I think.

It's all right, isn't it? It'll be fine.

Jay's dues are pretty formal.

Salmon and strawberries
on the ancestral lawn.

And it's your turn to do the sitting room.

Good.

Shame about friend Doyle last
night. Oh, you're telling me.

Damn bleeper.

He's not a doctor, is he? No,
he's some sort of policeman.

Police? Well, he doesn't talk about
it much. I'm not really sure. Police,

but not police, if you see what I mean.

Six overseas phone calls to that number,

from last Saturday night
to first thing Tuesday.

Where from?

Libya, Benghazi, Benghazi in my day. One
of the colonel's killer squads. Could be.

Have you got an intercept on the calls?

A good friend on the post office.

No movement in or out since 0900 hours
Tuesday, and the phone doesn't answer.

Why?

Who else is in the building?
Asians, mainly. A few Arab students.

Let's go and take a look.

Why not? The two of you.

Low profile.

Bodhi, does that mean... Yes, I
do know what that means, sir.

Go on.

Morning, Harriet.

Roy.

It's good to see you.

So, how are things going?

Got to be Monday, has it?

Yes. Why, is that any bother?

No.

It was Tuesday, I could... Young man.

Yes, Mr. Walter. These
croissants are not fresh.

But, sir... Look, Sunshine, I
used to work in a bakery once.

Now, those are yesterday's heated up.

I would like some fresh ones.
You understand? Yes, Mr. Walter.

Thank you.

Hey, you were saying?

If it was Tuesday, I could get
Dusty Rhodes to do the driving.

He's the top wheel
man. I know Dusty Rhodes.

Now, what's happening on
Monday that's so important,

he can't do this. He's in the nick.

Monday, he comes up for bail.

That's a good reason.

Will he get the bail?

Yes, he'll get it. The fix is in.

All right, I'll have a word around, see
if I can get the job postponed. I mean,

after all, we're doing them a favour.

There's no reason why they shouldn't do
us one. There is just one other thing.

Fresh croissant. Mr Walter.

Thank you, Andrew.

He is a nice man.

What'll it cost me?

Your one other thing.

Funny you should say that. Hilarious.

Dusty's bail.

How much?

Four big ones.

Top whack.

You know, sometimes I get
the impression I'm financing

the bloody space program, aren't you?

The flats either side are now empty.

Good hunting.

Hello. Hello. Hi, what's your name? Abby.

What's yours? George.
George who? That's right.

Starting up the stairs now.

Bode. It's a nice clean
finish. Yeah, bloody jelly builders.

Four-five, tell for one.

Come in, four-five.

It's Arab girl dead in the bath.

Electric heater falling
in. Either rigged for the

job or badly fixed, I
don't know. Recognizer?

No, not from this angle.

Okay, 45, out.

Who else we got speaks Arab?

7-1, due in on the noon flight from Cairo.

Whistle them out here straight away.

Tell them it's a babysitting job.

Sound all right, Dusty?
Yeah, that's all right.

Battery, plugs, points,
anything else? Brakes.

Brakes, yeah.

Well, that's it.

Well learned.

Good teacher.

Fresh air.

Smells sweet, doesn't it?

Yeah.

The bail, now where'd that
come from? Not your problem, son.

I'm grateful. Of course you are.

If I'm going to give you
the chance to show it.

John.

Now then, who's paying for this?

MI6 or CI5?

I bought the loggers. Oh.

I'll tell you what, I'll toss
you for it. Like hell you will.

You like some wine with your meal?

Do they do wine here?
Yeah, got a lot of Portuguese

stuff, rosé. It's quite nice, actually.

What, in a curry house?

Used to be old Cafe Lisbon.

Did it?

Hey, I wonder what the Indians
will leave behind. Not a lot. Cheers.

Yeah, cheers to them.

Right.

What about my communist friend, then?

Mayhut.

Well, he's an assistant to
the commercial counsellor.

Politically active?

Well, he couldn't prove it
by me. Rather the opposite.

What do you mean?

The word is he wants out. See, we've
got him listed as a potential turnaround.

And?

No joy.

Apolitical, as in asexual.

And hardly delighted about
the thought of going home.

Well, why?

Yeah, back home.

She's a big heavy-duty diesel job.

Not a love match, according to sources.

What does he do? Trade. Cameras, mainly.

Photographic
equipment, that sort of thing.

Why the interest?

I just thought he might be
seeing a girl, you know, Whitehall.

I doubt it.

Look, there's a Caviar and Vodka soiree
at the end of the month. I'll ask around.

Cheers. Cheers.

How am I, Nick?

Ray!

I'll tell you what, you've finished
that. I've got another one for you.

It's about the tenth offer today.

I'll bet.

Is Debbie in?

No, not till six.

I heard her tell you on the phone.

Yeah, it's a lousy line.
I couldn't hear a word.

You know these tyres are
a bit flat, don't you?

Your friend, Joseph Mayhart...

What about him?

Met him once.

Really?

Yeah. Embassy party, something like that.

Could be. Do you have a key?

What?

To the flat.

No.

Doesn't matter, I left
the door on the latch.

Oh, there's no hurry.

You'd like a drink, wouldn't you?

Yeah, in a minute.

Go and pour yourself one. I'll
join you as soon as I finish this.

All right.

I really can recommend the sherry.

Did you finish it?

Finish what?

The car.

Got tired.

It was sudden.

I'm like that.

Cleaning cars, gardening, housework.

Little goes a long way.

Are your shoes hurting?

Got them wet.

Call me Sherry.

No sooner said than done.

I'll go and change.

What were you doing in my bedroom?

Me?

Not guilty. This is Sherry.

It's your night out, isn't it?

Correct.

Going somewhere special?

I didn't know you were a ballet buff.

Sadler's Wells.

I'm not.

He is.

He being?

No one you know.

End of interrogation.

Can I have a bath?

Can I scrub your back?

No, thank you.

Double up! Come on, each
side! Come on, each side there!

Well, that's about as far as we
can go for the moment, Joseph.

I don't want to talk about it.

You must.

Trust me.

Amanda, just trust me.

I do.

So why can't you do the same for me?

The less you know at this
stage... I'm not a child!

It's safer this way. Safer?

I'll explain everything.

When?

When it's all over. Rio.

Copacabana, Ipanema, Sugarloaf.

Might as well be saying
Jupiter, Venus, Mars.

You have no faith.

Amanda, we'll be there.

I promise you.

320 ingots, according to the manifest.

Over that way. Something like 10 tons.

So each ingot is? Approximately 70 pounds.

Madness. Starved and raving. There
should have been a second man in the cab.

Camp should have been locked.

Backup? An armoured vehicle, possibly.

Radio contact?

No word of the missing men? Not yet.

Hopeless.

Okay, Inspector.

Four million pounds worth of silver
bullion, one unarticulated trailer,

and three men. Who are you?

The silver happens to belong to a
communist bloc country. One of life's ironies.

Your friends get ripped off, that's fine.
When it's not, your friends send for CI5.

There won't be many firms
that can handle a job that size.

Where was he going?
Tilbury, then across the water.

Regular occurrence, apparently.

So who knew?

I thought you'd tell me that, Brodie.

Was it, Kat?

Harry.

Well, yes, it was when I left the lift.

Well, nice to see you, Harry.

I'm glad you called...
You'd better come in.

Well, if not brass bands, I'll
settle for flags and smiles.

All right, forget the
flags. I'll settle for a smile.

A little one.

What's wrong?

Come on, tell Dad.

I'm scared.

Harry, I don't know why your Mayor had
asked to meet you, or what you talked about.

I think it had something to do with this.

There's something you don't know. So
tell me. That might not be important.

Then again, I thought that if... Tell me.

One of Debbie's men friends.

Doyle.

He's a copper.

Is he?

Special branch of CI5, something or other.

Like I said, I'm scared.

He was here the other afternoon.

Go on.

Snooping, asking questions.

What about?

The use of me. I don't know.

Then when I saw this...

When in doubt, do
nothing. Oh, for God's sake!

Oh, come on now. Are you really scared?

Calm down.

Tell me, this, uh, this
Doyle, does he know me?

No.

You ever spoken to him about me?

Never.

And he's never even seen
me. All right, now, look.

Come on, sit down. Now,
you're going to calm down,

and then you're going to
take a few days off on

me. My job, I'm too
busy. Will you listen to me?

Are you going to leave London? Get
out of the country. See your mother.

Let the dust settle.

It's not that easy.

Doyle, you say.

C.I.5. Wait a minute.

Well?

Sound hollow? Echoey?

Sort of, yes.

You're being bugged.

All right, now, listen to me. Now, you
don't want to get involved in this. Now,

you say nothing to anyone.
You get out now while you can.

You think?

I don't think, I know. Now, you get
in your car and you go. Remember,

don't say anything to anyone.

Thank you.

England!

England!

Oh, it takes you back, eh, George?

Oh, not me, Alan. I was shouting
for Scotland. Oh, condolences.

Why here? Well, every year
we try to ring the changes.

AGMs are such dull old
sticks, we keep changing the venue.

Where are you holding it?
A referee's changing room?

Well, not quite.

We had over 400 last year, though.

Anyhow, enough of me. How can I help you?

Silver.

Buying or selling?

Asking.

How good an investment?

Over what period?

It has been a spectacular investment.

In early 70s, silver was about US$2
an ounce. Then in early 79, US$6.

By the summer of 79, US$11. Then
someone tried to corner the market,

and when that little bubble
burst, it was up to US$50.

Came the deluge, up the
ladders, down the snakes, back to $20.

In four days, spot price
dropped 55%. Some drop.

I'll say.

Pale-faced commodities men scouring
London looking for high window ladders.

But you're a steady punter.

Not too greedy over the
last two or three years.

Couldn't have done better.

You see, Mr Cowley, we use silver oxide
in the manufacture of photographic paper.

You do?

Yes.

But you ship the silver back
to London again for resale.

Only occasionally when we have a surplus.

Is it that occasional, Ambassador?

According to my figures, you're
one of the largest single dealers

in the London Metal
Exchange. 45 million last year.

It's a flourishing business.

The photography business?

Yes.

Where would your tourist
be without his camera?

All those out-of-focus
shots of the Tower of London.

Cynics might say the dealings coincide
with fluctuations in the price. Mr Cowley,

are you suggesting that we
are speculators? Of course not.

However, you have been
a wee bit cavalier with

your security
arrangements, or lack of them.

True.

But the new British police are so
wonderful. We have total confidence in them.

Shipping vast quantities of
silver to and fro is a dangerous game.

Ah, Mr. Merhart.

This is Mr. Cowley of CI5.

Mr. Cowley?

Mr. Merhart is with our
commercial department.

Mr. Cowley is puzzled
why we use so much silver.

It is for our photographic industry.

Silver is a major component in
the manufacture of camera film.

So I hear.

Excuse me.

I will deal with this in a moment.

The shipments are pretty regular.

Correct.

The agents, for example, know
anything up to ten days before.

Do they?

I did not realize.

Is it possible there's a
leak inside the embassy?

A leak?

Of information?

I think not.

You'll make inquiries? As of now.

Good.

A lot easier, you know.

And safer to do what the other
dealers do. Stick in a vault in London.

Do all your transactions on paper.

Mr. Cowley, how would that
help our photographic business?

Of course.

Read your notices? Seemed worse.

Anything on the grapevine?

Got a problem, Roy?

Oh, yeah.

Needs sorting.

Photo and address in there, all right?

Don't come cheap.

Nothing does.

Urgent. You ever know me when it wasn't?

She disappeared sometime yesterday.

And no word?

Nothing.

No call, no message, nothing on the pad.

Is she like that?

No, very much the opposite.

Any clothes missing from her room?

And suitcase.

What about her car?

That's gone too.

Yeah, we've got the
description and the number.

Has she been acting strange
lately? I wouldn't have said so.

Is she frightened of anything?

No, not that I know of.

She hasn't received any letters
or calls that might disturb her.

No.

Oh, look, I'm sorry I'm being so
unhelpful, but... What about her friends?

How long have you got?

I don't know.

What about that fellow who was
here the other night, Harry?

Harry Walters, the businessman.

He's got a few horses, hasn't he?
Yeah, pulled some strokes as well. Well,

bent ones. Yeah, so they say.

You can't prove
anything, you know the story.

Look.

You better get me Mandy's home address and

any other number you think might
be useful. She got an address book?

Yeah, you better hang on
and see if I can find it.

Nice little slum, isn't it? Yeah, it's
Debbie's father. She used to be in oil.

Trust you.

Who ordered that trace on
Merhart? 4-5. What reason did he give?

Potential security risk.

Associating with
Ministry of Defence typist.

Much known about him?

Only what you've got in the
file. 3-7 got some info from 5.

Apparently he's not keen on
going home. Prefers the West.

Very decadent.

He might be what's
availing for a day or two.

Want me to implement it? Why not?

I told you. Oh, tell me again.

I'd never seen him before,
never. How many were there?

One policeman, two with
red coats, two with... Guns?

And guns.

You missed a bit. You're
getting careless. Getting

tired. Oh, you're getting tired, are you?

What happened next?

I got down from the cab.
Why? Why? That was a question.

Because he bloody waved me down,
that's why. Are you always that helpful?

Four million quid's worth of silver on
your trailer, and you're that helpful?

He was the Lord. He
wasn't. I thought he was.

Too much thinking.

Good for you. Stunt your growth.

Okay, Skip.

One of these for you in the
chief's office. I don't have you, do I?

No, you don't, on your way.

How long have I got?

As long as it takes.

You all right, mate?

Get that down your neck.

It's all right.

You all right?

Want a smoke?

Would you say no?

Yeah, I'll keep the pack.

Can't pay you for them.
I've got all my money.

Yeah, I know.

Don't worry. Have it on the government.

Before you start, I don't know nothing.

Nothing?

Right.

OK, I believe you. You what? Well,
you're obviously set up, aren't you?

Yeah. I believe it.

You do?

Don't go away, will you?

Oh, not now, anyway.

It's just a normal run, Rush.
Yeah, do them before, do them again.

Regular?

As in all, Bran.

Every Tuesday? Could have been
Monday. Who's counting? The Monday,

Tuesday makes no difference.

Right. Makes it no longer, no shorter.

All right, go on.

We left Tooley Street, as usual.
Tailed? No. And you did check?

Of course.
Everything's ship-shaped. Normal.

Till this cop flagged me
down. Were you suspicious?

No.

Just passed a warning sign.

You said you should have gone out
on a Monday, right? That's right.

So what was it? What was wrong? Laurie?

It wasn't us. It was
postponed at the last minute.

Who did that? The office.

A think tank. Go here, go there.

There's not a reason why.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Morning.

It's Mandy's mother. That's right. Of
course you are. Spotted a mile away.

It's the eyes. Uncanny.

Well, can I help?

Hope so. I'm looking for her.

Oh, she's not here.

Not?

Where is she?

She's gone riding.

Why not? Perfect day for it.

Did you know you were coming?

Little surprise.

Well, she's either at the
stables or in the park.

You shouldn't miss her.

Good.

Thank you.

Who should I say called?

I'll find her, don't worry.

Now, sir. All right, thank you.

Those on the right.

Didn't want a dog, did he?

I thought not.

According to the shipping agents, it
was the embassy changed it from Monday.

The embassy? They called late Friday
afternoon. Oh, that's interesting.

Question is, what's the subtle
difference between Monday and Tuesday?

Try this one. Monday a.m.,

a certain Dusty Rhodes comes
out of prison and goes on bail.

Who's Dusty Rhodes?

Top wheel man.

So Monday, no, Tuesday, yes?

Yeah, that's it.

All right, I'll pass it on.

Any firms that Rhodes has worked for,
she'll give them something to bite on.

Do we know who made the
call from the embassy?

I thought you'd ever ask.

A Yosef Murr.

How long ago was this?

About an hour. You recognize his name?
I don't think he ever said who he was.

Okay, I'll get after him.

Well, there's nothing wrong, is there?

No, of course not.

Well, he was carrying a Natasha case.

About this size.

Okay.

Shut up! Get your hands off me! Get down!

Go for the trees,
Matney! Get your head down!

What happened to the man?

He's in the local hospital.

And what's to stop him coming out?

Broken leg, ruptured spleen, a
suspected fracture of the skull.

What about Mandy?

Keep her under wraps till it's safe.

What's the matter?

Well, up to ten days ago, we
were just two normal girls.

Still look very normal to me.

Go on, I'll finish this.

No, no, she's not here
at the moment, sorry.

Where is she?

How long will she be away?

No idea.

Will she... Will she be
back in time for the weekend?

Well, I couldn't say. I see.

Thank you, Deborah.

How many arrests? Seven so far.

And not one of them is
saying anything? That's right.

I understand your predicament.

You do not.

Nobody does.

No one's talking, and so far
there's no sign of the missing silver.

Half an afternoon on the
Bianca, that's all it would take.

It's not our style.

How are your inquiries going?

Mine?

Are we the leak of information?

Oh, that?

Nothing to show so far.

Well, it's not exactly
the Hilton, but it'll do.

Will anyone start taking pot shots
at me? That's what I want to know.

We'll try and make sure they don't.

Eight and five makes thirteen.

You're not superstitious, are you?

Not really.

Okay?

Fine.

Stay away from the window.

God, you'll have me
crawling around on the floor.

There's a portable television
set. Come in. There's the telephone.

And there's a couple of paperbacks in
your case. Will you be okay till suppertime?

You're not leaving me, are you?

Yeah, just for the moment. Don't
let anybody in. Keep the door locked.

And if they call
fire... I'll sit and burn.

That's the spirit. Ciao. Ciao.

He didn't lock the door.

Give me a chance.

He won't.

Subject leaving embassy. Taking
suitcases. Could be making a run for it.

No, I'm at a hotel.

Why? I told you, because this man
came after me and tried to kill me.

Are you sure?

It's not something you
can be in doubt about.

God, you must have been terrified.

That doesn't begin to describe it. I...

Where are you now? At this hotel.

Which hotel?

I'm not supposed to tell anyone.

Mandy, I'm not anyone.

You know what I mean, Harry.

No, I don't know what you mean, Mandy.

I miss you. I mean, I
want to see you. The least

I can do is buy you a drink, cheer you up.

When it's all over. All right.

I can take a hint.

Well, look, I'll tell you what. Why
don't you just give me your number there,

and then at least I can
ring you from time to time?

Well, I shouldn't.

Who's going to know? You think I
know every hotel number in London?

Okay.

It's 937-02...

0-2-1-9, I've got it.

Now listen to me, darling.

Oh, sorry, somebody's just come into
the office. I'll have to get back to you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, my dear.

Hotel Hardy, good afternoon.

I don't mind you waiting in the
roller, but I do mind you smoking in it.

Got a little bone to pick, Roy.

I'm sorry.

Oh, yeah?

The man with the
shooter, he didn't deliver.

No?

No.

My little problem is sitting on our
tukus not three miles from here. Well,

that's bad. It's very bad, Roy.

Now, remember this.

Hardy Hotel off the Cromwell
Road, room 85. I'll fix it.

Me?

You.

I'll get someone in.

Roy, you already got someone in.

Now you fix it.

That's about far enough, Mr. Merhart.

What are you talking about?
I have diplomatic immunity.

My papers. They don't
give you immunity to steal.

Not even from your own government.

There must be some mistake.

Explain it to the
ambassador. He's on his way.

You can't keep me here.

I wouldn't put that to
the test if I were you.

You realize you're
sending me to a firing squad?

You know what I mean, Harry.

No, Mandy, I don't know what you mean.

Now, look, I've missed
you. I want to see you.

At least I can buy you
a drink, cheer you up.

I bet that's not the only
thing he wants to do for us.

When does this happen, 9-6? About 20
minutes after you left. Which Harry is this,

the horsey one? Yeah, Harry Walter.

Look, anything else
happens, no matter how trivial,

you let us know, all right? Will do.

Cappy!

Deliver this to Hotel
Hardy, will you? Rear entrance.

Right, here we go. Keep the change.

Thank you very much.

Oh, come on, it's got to
be. Are you sure? Mm-hmm.

I'll play the winner.

74 to 71, over.

71, over.

Anything, over.

All quiet, over.

Okay, call if you need
anything, over. 71, out.

Oh, well done.

Yeah, row four, I had
the same on row four.

You said it was wrong.

Oh, yes, so I did. Well, that's life.

I'm starving.

What?

Oh, well, she got the list, too.
Something will phone down for it.

You're willing to turn him to
us? Do we have any alternative?

I would not have thought so.

Instant recall. Compassion of
John. One of his children. Sick.

Since when?

Come on.

Is any of the silver missing? No.
You see, my confidence was justified.

You're going to blame all this on Merhart.

Why not?

Corrupting influence of the
West. Been here too long.

Something to watch for in the future.

And this is the end of your speculation?

What is that saying? The
devil has all the best tunes?

This is Mr. Kenton in
86. Would you get the

hall porter to bring
up my suitcase, please?

And I want him delivered
to the embassy. Tonight?

First thing in the morning will do.

Roger.

Any word from the hotel?

Not yet, Alpha One.

Keep me informed.

Roger, Alpha One.

Out.

Room service, sir.

Come in.

At last. I thought it was never
coming. Where's my roast beef?

No roast beef.

Sir, there's an extra
round of ham. Is that okay?

I'd eat it if it was horse.

Sorry.

Thanks very much.

Come on, finish.

It's all over.

Come on. Come on. You're all right.

Who?

Joseph Merhart.

Never heard of him. He knows you.

He even had your unlisted number.

Oh, that's amazing.

And what did he talk about?

Silver.

That bullion robbery.

Yeah?

Ah, yes. Yes, I
remember reading about that.

According to him, you financed it.

That's news to me. Seed money, dusty
roads, bail, hit man from Guernsey.

Spent a small fortune, didn't you?

But to what end?

The embassy.

Kensington Palace Gardens.

What is it? Receipts for
the return of their silver.

All of it.

It wasn't one of your barges, was it?

Charming people.

Most grateful.

Where is he?

Having breakfast. I
thought we were nicking him.

We will, Bodie, we will.

When?

One day... What's wrong with today?

You'll keep. Don't worry.

Have a safe trip.