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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

Fleet and other operational zones.

So, they are to be salvaged with care.

Any questions?

Midshipman Windet? No questions, Chief Petty Officer.

Somebody's been getting in and pinching this stuff.

God alone knows why.

Go carefully.

Windet? Midshipman Windet!

Brian and Juliet Brody, her we know little about, but he used to work for us

Cayman and Ross in the International Department.

We found he'd been using other employees' passwords to explore the

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 the 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?

Him.

Thank you for answering our advertisement, Mr. McTin.

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.

Keep him talking.

Right. We just need to fill out the necessary forms.

If I could ask you a few questions.

Ed?

Say that again. It'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,

surely?

Certain items have come into my possession that I can turn into a lot of

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 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?

It's just a way of...

Watching 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.

where are your hands?

right in the battery

Tell me something, Mr. McKiernan.

If you hired someone to work 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?

Come on Pop -Tart, gotta run.

I know.

This company is called Kamen and Ross, not Cloak and Dagger.

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

On your part, Mr. Harry.

We have the naval components and we found a way to let the Brodies know

it. Now, if these bits from old ships are so vital to them, they'll have to

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.

One's 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. Harry?

No, sir. Our security is excellent. It's just... Look, whatever the brody

they're planning, they do know what they're taking on.

In spite of all your sophisticated computer security, they are going to try

relieve you of a tremendous amount of money.

We've turned and went to a lot of trouble to hide this old junk.

I'll 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 gunship, then?

It's a helicopter.

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 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 delicate business.

How do I know you're both genuine?

There we are with McTiernan.

Subic Bay, 1985.

A photograph can be fate.

Listen, sunshine, if I was going to take a photograph, I'd want to do a better

job than that.

Okay.

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

I need to replace McTiernan as well.

For what?

A bit of marine engineering.

Lifetime of science.

And a very generous share in a humongous piece of fraud.

Are we interested?

Dream team to dream queen.

Dream team to dream queen.

Pesting.

Did he go for it?

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

Well, has he got a ship?

These are all pump components. I don't know. Maybe he's going to build a

Tax -free, $250 million.

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

Your boat. Chuff.

Luxury model.

Looks like she can move, too.

Bit like a good girl.

Just get the stuff on board.

I'll tell you something.

She spooks me big time, this woman.

Don't let her know it. Listen, if you didn't see the look on her face when she

shot this drone... What was it like?

Absolutely no expression whatsoever.

you don't get seasick.

I'm watching the horizon.

I 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 he using there?

It's a location finder.

It charts your exact position to within a few yards at the press of a button.

How's it know that?

Satellite signal.

So, what now?

You get to admire my timing.

Okay, 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.

We didn't have to do a Houdini when all this was over. I could have 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 book, and they only know about a dozen words in English.

They live on diesel oil, and they 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.

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, so I'm expecting you

adapt. I didn't make this offer lightly.

I need people I can rely on.

That means people with a certain amount of greed, certain lack of principles,

and a healthy sense of self -preservation.

Self -preservation says you can't pull $250 million out of a bank without

a few risks.

I mean, what's the proposal? Sail up the tables, up the front door and fire up a

broadside? Nothing so crude.

Well, exactly how crude then?

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

Sorry.

Beckett.

Ed.

Beckett.

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

It's the seabed engineering vessel.

They build it for maintenance cables at the bottom of the Urals or wherever.

The Urals are mountains.

Well, luckily I'm doing a bank job, 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?

Yeah. Electronic money transfers.

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. It's only if you 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 down or the whole place floods.

Tierner said he could fix it with the right salvage part.

He got the part, then he got a greedy itch.

In a fatal condition?

It can be.

These are his tools.

Yeah, you get off.

How are your gaps?

Oh, better since we got better.

Well, there you go, mate.

Don't think of it as a submarine. Just think of it as a motorbike that goes

through very deep puddles.

Well, uh, credit where it's due. I couldn't have done it entirely alone.

Thank you.

So what now?

I'll shut up my hardware.

Then we'll have to surface and refuel.

What do we do then?

I'll stash some diesel.

Don't worry about wear.

Me and Mr.

Satellite take care of wear.

Good afternoon.

Do you have an appointment? It's strict Jacob's Doyle policy.

This lady has stepped into the wrong building.

Please help her to leave.

Certainly, sir.

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 mermaid, sabotage the whole operation.

Ed, it's a question of when and what risks are.

Stand by the surface!

Gentlemen,

the countdown begins.

Jacobs Doyle are diamond traders.

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

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

It'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.

I've checked every angle. We've never done business with them and we're not

likely to. Graham, there has to be a link. Money has to move or Brodie can't

himself in. Yeah, but how? We don't deal in diamonds and Jacob's 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.

When 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 there's nothing

wrong. No system is completely secure.

Mr. Harry, there's no budget for any more spy games. I won't authorize it.

People have died.

Two people I'm close to are missing. I don't know where they are or 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.

Our feed line is short. We don't have long.

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

One of you has 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. Rocky 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.

Here we are in the open. The entrance is nothing.

It's a flat -out suburb. Seriously.

That's why I couldn't get a signal to you.

I really don't know where we are. I think we're somewhere on the Dutch

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.

What are you supposed to do?

Now!

Hey, what's going on?

Hey,

you have to go get in there!

Hi, Graham. Come on up.

Thanks for coming, Graham.

Look, I tried talking to someone at Jacob's Doyle, but there's a first

it. I won't talk to anyone below board level. And 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.

Yes.

Oh, 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.

Well, they're a worse place to be.

You can run, but you can't hide.

You're not a king of infinite space.

We're jacking 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 Brady's going to let the crew sail home. He

took on barely enough diesel the last next few hours.

So what's his option?

Well, he said the sub's got a fast escape boat. We know he took McKinnon's

diving gear.

I think he's going to scuttle it and leave them all down there.

Oh, nice.

We got fire, by the way.

The what?

Yes, our client doesn't believe in the threat, so we're on our own. No backup?

No.

Well, nothing you'd call official, anyway.

We're going to Newham.

All right, whatever. Look, I've got to go. They're waiting for me.

Later.

What are these?

Undersea telephone cables.

This is the submarine's last known position.

Where they dumped Ed.

Yeah. Now, the lovely Mrs Brodie is still in England, so presumably hubby

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.

Hard part is still to come.

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

This will take some of the guesswork, as it is.

Right.

You guys got the phone now?

OK.

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

Excellent.

Keep him out of reach.

Cut him up there.

Good work.

Now, shoo.

Go!

Right down the end.

No peeping.

Who's on to me?

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

Where's Ed? Ed?

Ah, that was his real name.

And what's yours?

Child of deaf new parents, perhaps?

But it's... Well, Mr. Beck, the bad news is that Ed's gone.

And you're going to follow.

Listen, what's the good news, eh?

No good news.

What do you think you're doing?

Any minute now, the Cayman and Ross computer is going to make a routine call

one of its regular customers in Frankfurt.

That call will come through here.

The two computers in London and Frankfurt will think they're talking to

other.

They're both going to be talking to mine.

Halfway.

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

If it works, you'll be a hero.

And that gives you access to all the dealer information at Cayman and Ross.

So what are you looking for?

Any overseas transfer that links your bank to Jacob Doyle in any way.

Now, for someone who's been fired, you're very dedicated.

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

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

It's a credit transfer from Cayman and Roth. Which this machine answers with

correct code.

And I send on to its intended destination.

They're cuffed him up in Frankfurt.

And then Frankfurt sends back a reply. Thank you very much. They'll be talking

to this computer thinking they're talking to Cayman and Roth.

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.

Now, that's the tricky part.

What I do is I take that same signal from Cayman and Ross and send it a

time to another place where my wife was waiting.

How did you take it all in?

Skill.

And ten years of practice.

What?

247 million being transferred as credit to Frankfurt.

At the right time, but it's the wrong destination.

They're well -known customers.

This is a regular transfer, one Brodie would have 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.

What's rather more likely is that the signal's been interrupted and

on the way. Yes, of course, they're not stealing directly from the bank.

They're diverting the bank's computer signal to create a phony credit transfer

somewhere else. It's got to be 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, you know, they're all going to know something's

wrong. By then it'll be too late.

Well, well done.

You just killed the pumps.

And yourself and the crew.

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

It 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 have spent every cent of the money on

diamonds.

Change the books, but... Diamonds are forever.

Don't go anywhere.

And one for me, boys!

Enjoy while you can.

Whoa.

Could that be it?

An oil

tanker went down right about here.

That signal is bouncing off the wreck.

back in. We're all spamming a can now.

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

No!

There's something on the radar.

Where?

Small powerboat.

Back near the wreck we spotted.

I had one on the sub.

Shall we chase him down?

No, no, no.

Turn around, go back.

To where?

That wasn't a wreck.

Our accounts department just confirmed the payment.

Did Mr. Stevens 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 collect 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 Callisto.

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 I'm wrong, you can laugh about me after I'm gone. If you're wrong, this

firm will be the biggest joke in the city.

Wait there.

These gentlemen are our assessors.

The case is with our compliments.

Put them in my handbag.

It'll be a lot less conspicuous.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Come back up now.

There's nothing more you can do.

Listen, what if the sub's somewhere close and the rig's just confusing the

sonar? I've got to keep searching.

How do I get to the parking level?

I don't work here, lady.

Great.

Parking level where?

It came down when the alarm went off.

Well, what are we going to do?

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

Give me the bag.

Now what? He's going to leave you.

Shut up!

Brian! Sorry, doll.

We're looking for a situation. You know you... Oh, no.

What other choice do I have? I'll get you the best lawyers.

He won't.

Brian!

Trust me, lover.

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

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 Galisto.

Ed, did you get that?

Surprise! Where are the crew?

The crew are airtight. The Navy boys can get them out.

We got you a welcome home present.

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

Hey, champagne.