All language subtitles for Spyship [1983] Episode 3.english

Thinking about Dowdall...

...I don't think we can let his
report go before the Inquiry.

This Chairman is very thorough.

Don't want any repercussions.

Perhaps I should arrange a substitute.

Yes, I think so. Something...
er... innocuous.

Can't afford to screw it up at this stage.

Er... this'll do here.
Just drop me off anywhere.

- Aren't you going to the club?
- No.

- I think there's somebody in there.
- There's somebody in? D'you know?

Yes, I think there is.
There was a light on when I came.

Okay then. Take cover out the way.

- Ah, Mr. Taylor. Are you alright?
- Yes, yes. I'm alright. Thank you.

Well, if you propose to continue using
this address as if it were your own...

...there is a doormat.
And you could try using it.

I seem to spend far too much of my time
hoovering those stairs lately.

That's true.

And another thing, those dog hairs!

Now, Miss Summer-field clearly understood
there was to be no pets... and no children!

Philistine!

- You feeling better?
- Yeah.

He left you?

Don't keep me in the dark, Martin.

I don't know any more than you do.

- She was killed, wasn't she?
- Well...

...it wasn't an accident! They found
the gas cylinder. What was left of it...

...in the fireplace. How do you accidentally
drop a... a gas cylinder into a fireplace?!

I bet she couldn't even lift it!

- Just because of the letter?
- I don't know.

What the hell could Millar know that was so
important?!

Well, what do you think?

Something about the Russians?

That's what Silvers believed. Look what
happened to him.

I think I'll go down to London.

All her hair was burned off.

- Goodnight, sir.
- Goodnight, goodnight, Harry.

Yes?

Yorkshire were two hundred for seven.

- The letter?
- All taken care of.

- Was it an offending article?
- E.W. No question.

- No problems?
- Mrs. M.

- What - she see you?
- She took an early retirement.

Was that really necessary? I told you
not to retire anyone without my sanction.

You're not readily available, sir.
I was protecting our interests.

I can only protect your interests
if you follow my instructions!

I've done what was required. The work is
extemporary as you pointed out.

Let's leave it at that, shall we?

By the way, I'm moving to a new pavilion.
Got a biro?

Zero, six, three, two...

Zero, six, three, two, six, one...

What's wrong with your
present accommodation?

It stinks!

Be in touch.

Animals!

The train standing in platform six is
8:05 Intercity to London Kings Cross...

...calling at Doncaster, Bradford,
Peterborough, Farnleigh, Kings Cross.

Heavy handed, Francis.
I presume it wasn't an accident!

That's free enterprise, uncontrollable!

Don't be such a bloody hypocrite. Some
of the venal enterprises you get up to.

You were more confident last time we met...
more courteous even.

It is your birthday, isn't it?

It's all bribery, of course.

Really, most kind.

Don't wear it everyday, will you?

- The letter... um... presumably was destroyed?
- Yes.

This operative.
Did he kill the woman because he had to?

Why else?

Oh, you mean you've only his word?!
Is he on the qui vive?

- Let me buy you a drink.
- Certainly not.

It's my birthday, not yours. Mmm?

Thank you.

I call Mrs. Jean Williams.

- Mrs. Jean Williams!
- Yes.

Stand up...

- Are you Jean Hilda Williams?
- Yes, sir.

- And do you live at 27 Monkton Drive?
- That's right.

- How old are you, Mrs. Williams?
- Thirty-six.

And are you related to one of
the crew members of the Caistor?

- He was a spare hand, yes.
- Who was, Mrs. Williams?

Artie, me husband. Arthur Williams.

Now, Mrs. Williams, by your behaviour
yesterday...

...you indicated that there was
something that you wanted to say.

- You made that very clear. Wouldn't you agree?
- Yes, sir.

Well, go ahead. Tell Mr. Carpenter and the
Inquiry precisely what evidence you have to offer.

Well, Mrs. Williams?

- Well, I've heard things, you know.
- What sort of things?

- Like what happens when our lads go to sea.
- And what does happen?

- Oh, all sorts of things. Like on the Harper!
- Well?

Well, they all said she was
carrying extra things, you know.

- What things, Mrs. Williams?
- I don't know. Um...

Special naval equipment or something...
would that be it?

- Well, you must answer that!
- And she was carrying extra hands!

- What hands?
- Royal Naval fellas. Officers.

Mrs. Williams. What would a naval officer
be doing taking a voyage on a trawler?

Well, I've already told you!
To spy on the... on the Russians!

No, Joss. It's no good to me... not
without some visual stuff.

If you can lay your hands on some pictures of
Lomov inside Science City... we'd be there.

Yes, as I say, that would be different.
Look, you have a think about that...

...and anything on particle weapons. Yeah,
let's hear from you... Any time... Take care.

- Wotcha, Purdy.
- Martin! Smashing! How you been?

Alright, alright.

- So, particle weapons, eh?
- Science fiction, a non starter.

Too difficult, too expensive. It'll be
chemicals anyway, if the big day comes...

...cheap and effective. I saw that
about Caistor. John Taylor was your dad?

- Yeah.
- I thought that was him. I'm sorry about that.

- Right... we off to The Dragon?
- No, I've got to go home.

Meet this heating bloke.
They put the central heating in, right?

Get the floorboards down. Leaks everywhere.
Cowboys!

- And this is Clapham?
- When did I last see you?

I've been down the Whitechapel
Road for three months.

- What, with Irene?
- Oho! You're well out of date!

- She ran off! Bloke with a mini-cab firm!
- You're kidding!

No, I'm not. Here!

Twenty-four hour service.
Not expensive. C'mon.

Mrs. Williams. What you have said
at this enquiry is extremely serious...

...and may have the gravest consequences.
Surely you can see that?

Now, what you say has to be
authenticated... vouched for by witnesses.

If you cannot do that.
Your evidence becomes heresay, mere gossip.

- But I'm telling the truth!
- It isn't a question of lying, Mrs. Williams!

We have to be sure, that's all. Now, who told
you that the Caistor was being used for spying?

One name, Mrs. Williams.
That's all we need.

I've forgotten.

I have no further questions, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Travers. Thank
you very much indeed...

...Mrs. Williams.
If you'd like to sit down now.

- Do you want some more?
- No, I'm alright.

It's possible the Russians are in on it.
They're very strong in the Barents Sea.

- But why would they want to sink a trawler?
- Mmm. It's unlikely.

Get a boat up there, British. They
usually see it off. It's their territory.

Well, that's not adhered to, is it?
The Russian navy turns up everywhere.

The Russian navy is everywhere.
Not just the surface fleets...

...they make submarines like they're Ford
motors.

If Caistor was up there on a mission,
though, and the Russians got wind of it...

...they might do something.
Take it to one of their ports or sink it.

What kind of mission? You mean... spying?

Yes, we use trawlers like they do. The
Russians have got AGIs in the North Atlantic.

- And in the Baltic.
- Caistor was spying?

Feasible.

But then if the Government knew they'd sunk
Caistor...

...they'd make an awful stink,
whatever it was doing up there.

- Accident?
- Collision? No, you'd have some trace.

But then... you can't rule that out.

A while ago, a Danish frigate accidentally
fired an American Harpoon missile...

...destroyed a couple of houses just near
Copenhagen.

It's a long shot, but something like that
could have happened to Caistor, I suppose.

- God, spying!
- Oh, it's big business.

Any boat in the Barents or the
Baltic has to be suspect. Here.

If the Russians went to war, they'd be
coming in that way...

...they wouldn't risk their tanks in central
Europe. Not now, with the smaller neutron devices.

After the second war, the Russians virtually
had no navy. Now they have five fleets...

...Caspian, Pacific, Black Sea, Baltic and
the Northern. And that's the important one.

They've got seventy-five percent
of their strike capability up there.

- What? Nuclear?
- Naturally.

They've also got sixteen all weather airfields.
Over three-hundred com bat air-craft...

...two mechanised divisions, a brigade of
marines, an airborne division...

- ...all on permanent standby.
- Jesus!

And their H.Q is just seventy miles east of
Norway...

...which means the Barents Sea is full of
Russian action NATO would love to know about.

NATO will spy up there, monitor the Russian
strength.

You can do that from a trawler. E.W.
- Electronic Warfare, that's what they go for nowadays.

Cheers.

Listening for Soviet radiograms,
defence radar, missile bleeps.

They'll gather all that up,
these boats, then the boffins...

...work out how they're
going to screw it all up.

Mind!

Turn their missiles back on themselves, intercept
their messages, bugger up their radar...

What are you looking for?

I thought I had some satellite pictures of
Murmansk.

That stupid woman!
She must've thrown them all away.

- Bugger up their radar.
- Hmm?

Oh yeah, you've got electronic intercepts.
That's basic spying.

So the Russians, they use
electronic counter measures, E.C.M.

- We use counter counter measures.
- C.C.M.?

Yeah, I like that!

Haha! Signal imitation, deception, jamming.

You could fit an intercept
receiver on practically any boat.

How could you tell if a boat was spying?

Simple. By the aerial.

That's what you'd need.

That aerial will be used to
intercept signals of every frequency.

- Did you see Caistor before it left?
- Yeah.

You can confuse that aerial with satellite
navigation gear.

- I took a photograph.
- It can look pretty similar, but it's quite legit.

Here you are. Straight forward receiver,
transmitter, pulse analyser, and print out.

They put the info onto tape. Put them all together
like that and... bingo! An intercept receiver.

Great. That's great.

- Can I have these?
- I'll Xerox them for you.

If you've got a story here, Martin, don't take
it nowhere else, will you? It's my cup of tea.

Yeah, yeah.

No, I'm just the love interest.

Hold on to those a moment.

- Oh, you daft thing!
- Oh god, I know. What a sight!

- Hey, have you got any mascara?
- In there, chuck.

Oh, ta.

- Ooh, that man!
- He's a stuck up pig!

He's a right smarmy bastard.
I mean, everyone knows it goes on.

No-one dared say nowt, did they?

They let you stand there like a toadie.

I'd have come up there if I'd ha' knew
any more than you. I would, honest!

Oh, I know you would, chuck.

Should have got Spalding up there.
He started it all.

He'd only have denied it.
Made me look a bigger fool.

- Hey, does it look as if I've been crying?
- Yeah.

- Oh, God...
- Oh, come on Jean...

- ...place gives me the willies.
- Wishful thinking!

This is for you. It's the best that money
can buy at one o'clock in the morning.

Right... look at this...

- Caistor. Who printed them?
- John Scott, at the Post.

Oh, I bet he loved you,
waking him up in the middle of the night!

Not half as much as you!

Right, that's a photograph of
Caistor on her maiden voyage.

Mmm hmm?

And this is the photograph I took just
before her last trip.

And this is a blow up of the same
photograph. Now, what do you see?

- Johnno. Watching you.
- No. It's the aerials.

- They're different. Huh?
- Oh, yes.

Right. Now this is an aerial
for an intercept receiver.

And if that isn't an aerial for an intercept
receiver, my name's Lassie the Wonder Dog.

That's what Jean Williams said they had on
board.

Yes, I know. Scott told me.

She just couldn't think
of anyone to back her up.

They were spying. That's Harding.
That's why he's been acting so strangely.

- He must have been involved.
- Well, did the Russians sink her?

Pfft. I don't know.

Well, is this evidence?
What about telling the Inquiry?

Oh, I don't know...

...if Caistor was spying, you can reckon
the authorities are well in control up here.

Mmm.

I feel uneasy, to be honest.
I don't feel I'm a party to all the facts.

You know all there is.

Just because the local MP, some labour man, stands up in the House and asks a question...

...we don't have to regard what he says.

People have regarded it,
and commented on it.

The Prime Minister was forced to
reply without a prepared answer...

...stating categorically that the Russians were
not involved in the sinking of the Caistor.

- It's not... technically incorrect.
- It must not be proven otherwise!

Any repercussions will inevitably come
down on you, as you must be aware.

Please don't smoke in here.

The question should never
have been asked in the house!

It's only the local press
covering the Inquiry...

...picking up the comments of the women who
testified.

It's absurd. She doesn't know anything. She
discredited herself, actually.

And the other story? In the Mail?

Why did Mrs. Millar burn
to death twenty-four hours...

...after her name was
mentioned at the Inquiry?

I hope you would tell me if we were responsible.
I wish to be prepared for anything that may occur.

Of course, I appreciate that.

Well, let's stay very close to the ground,
shall we?

I'm with Strang at 8:45. I want him to
tell the Cabinet that everything is sweet.

Thanks.

- I er... I heard about the Inquiry.
- Yes, they made me look a right fool.

- Who? Travis?
- They were all loving it!

That, er... equipment you said was
aboard the Caistor, what was it called?

- What? Interceptor receivers, you mean?
- Intercept receivers, yes.

- Who told you about them?
- Oh, don't you start!

Please! I just want to talk to someone.
Anyone who might have been directly involved.

- Well, ask Harding.
- Who told you about intercept receivers?

Look, I don't want to get him into no trouble.
And anyway, it wouldn't help, would it? Not now.

- This doesn't sound like you...
- No, well...

- Has Harding been in contact with you?
- Look, he's all right, Harding.

I mean, he's looking after us.
He's trying to sort out our compensation.

He phoned you didn't he?

He phoned you and said that
if you kept your mouth shut...

...he'd be able to "compensate"
you that much more quickly. Yes?

Tell me where you heard it.

Sam Spalding. He's got the odd job
as a night-watchman down the docks.

He drinks in the Britannia.

Thank you.

Good. Excellent. Thank you.

Send it along to the Clerk of the Court.

Right.

What have you done with Dowdall's version?

Oh, that's it there.

Are you mad?! Get rid of it.

I'm sorry.

What's the matter with you?
Are you frightened of the shredder?

I'm sorry. I thought you wanted to read it.

I know the gist.

Anyway, I don't understand all that stuff.
I had a classical education.

But it's full of Latin, sir.

Just... lose it.

...appointment!

- It's all right, Sandra. I'll deal with this.
- Very well, Mr. Harding.

- Now, Mr. Taylor. What can I do for you?
- Caught you!

- Taylor, don't bugger me about!
- Caistor on her maiden voyage.

Caistor on her last trip. Spot the
difference and win a prize!

What's your business, Harding? What's
the going rate for your kind of work?!

- Look, I don't...
- You can see the difference, can't you?!!

Otherwise you'd wonder what the hell I was
talking about!

Yes, I do wonder! The Caistor wasn't my ship!
It isn't my concern. Now, if you'll excuse me...

Intercept receivers! You sent twenty-six men
to their deaths, one of them my father...

...because you had some little
deal cooked up with the Admiralty!

What was it? Money? Patriotism?
You think you were doing right?

Please tell me, because I really want to know.
Me and fifty dependents owe it all to you!

There's a woman out there
who's going off her head...

...because she can't understand where her
husband is...

And all you can say is... "things
are a little difficult at the moment."

You can keep the snaps!

I see...

Thank you...

Harding, um...
leave him alone for the moment will you?

No, I'll speak to you anon.

Bad light will end play at five o'clock
this afternoon.

So... if they're not bothered about
us knowing, then we're laughing.

But if they are bothered,
we're really in trouble.

Drink?

Why not.

I'd gotten too old for working on the trawlers,
and so I come down hereto work shifts...

...as watchman on the dock gates. And in
October it was, about three in the morning...

...a big black estate car came right on the
quay, where it shouldn't have been, you know.

No lights. Then a fella gets out,
has a gander round, and...

- ...he waves to the others and they're all out.
- How many were there?

You know, they made straight for the King Harold
as they knew exactly where they wanted to go.

So I gets on my coat, ready to go
out and give them a right bollocking.

- Was the car marked in any way?
- No, no.

So... I waited,
and here's a light comes on in the bridge.

So I goes up there and...
I looks through the bridge house windows...

- ...and there they were unloading all this stuff!
- What exactly did it look like?

Oh, I've no idea because suddenly I
was being whisked through the air like a...

- ...being carried by a dirty big bugger!
- Did you try and get away?

Oh no, hen. You know, there are times when your
sixth sense tells you to play it a bit canny.

No, I gave him no trouble at all. He
carried me down to this cabin and I says...

...I says "I've a right to be here, y'know",
I says "I'm in charge of dock security!"

I says "And you tell me
what right you got to be here...

...and if you don't, I'll call the police!"

And he says, Mr. Harding had hired this
ship to experiment with a new kind of radar.

And he said I'd better believe that,
or I could lose my job.

- Did you believe him?
- About losing my job I did.

- And the rest?
- Oh, no fear.

What would the Navy be
doing fitting radar on a trawler?

- Were they in uniform?
- No, but I was in mine sweepers for six years.

I know the Royal Navy.

Ta. Ta.

Mr. Spalding, would you recognise the stuff
you saw on the King Harold if you saw it again?

Oh yes, love. Certainly I would.

- Well, do you recognise any of...
- Cheers.

Cheers. Do you recognise any of
the equipment amongst this stuff?

Uh huh...

That's it. That's exactly what I seen
in the wheelhouse of the King Harold.

Yes?

This is foolish.
How the hell did you know where to find me?

Finding you is no problem, sir. It's my
speciality... It's OK, I'm in the pavilion...

...I found them, yes. But he's put it all
together, makes very interesting reading...

You there, sir?

- I'm thinking.
- I think we should progress.

- I'll contact you at the pavilion tomorrow.
- Too dangerous.

He could have us all over the desk by then.

I can't give you the sanction,
I'll phone you tomorrow.

I was protecting our interests.

I can only protect your interests
if you follow my instructions.

The work is extemporary as you pointed out.
Let's leave it at that, shall we? Out.

Let's leave it at that, shall we?

I do what I'm told, you know that.
But I have to consider number one.

I'm not on a pension. I don't want my name
to be given to some bloke in a phone box.

Now... I suspect this Taylor character has
enough to pull you down.

I don't want either of us to lose our rank.

Have I got your sanction? Sir?

- Do a good job. It's going to end here.
- I have your sanction?

Yes.

Yes.

Good evening.

Yes?

- They let you in all right, then?
- I'm known here.

I don't want a scene. Sit down, Main.

This man, Evans.
He killed the widow, I take it?

- Yes.
- Why?

The letter was potentially very embarrassing.
It could have turned up at the Inquiry.

- What did it say?
- It mentioned electronic warfare, I believe.

You didn't see it?!

You had a young woman murdered to destroy a
letter which may have been incriminating?!

Telephone booth contacts with
Operatives I didn't know the existence of.

Cricket score call signs, you bloody idiot!

Don't you realise the purchase
these people have on us... on all of us?!

- They're all good men.
- You deceive yourself, which is even worse.

- How was this funded?
- Through regional allowances.

And you think people attracted by
that amount of money are to be trusted?

- It's not just because of the money.
- Oh, you mean because they're soldiers!

Indeed.

It won't do, Main. You can either face
a Board of Inquiry, or you can resign.

Is this up to date? Are there any more people
embarrassing enough to warrant execution?

No.

That's the end of it.

"Scientific examination of the lifebuoy was
submitted on behalf of the Department of Trade...

...Mr. Marcus Carpenter said its
conclusions provided no further evidence..

...regarding the fate of the Caistor." That's
bloody incredible! The one piece of evidence!

I suppose they think it doesn't tell them
anything.

Well, course it does!
Doesn't it tell you where Caistor sank?!

If you... if you know where the
lifebuoy was found, when it was found...

...and you calculate the wind movements,
the tidal movements, all that sort of thing.

Then you trace it back to where the Caistor
disappeared.

- Yes!
- Let's have a look.

- Why can't they make this a bloody tabloid!
- It reads like one!

I mean, look at all that stuff at
the beginning about the ship...

...incredibly detailed, pedantic detail.
Nothing about the lifebuoy.

It's not jargon they're afraid of.

What did you say the
name of that specialist was?

I don't know.

- Be worth finding out.
- Yeah. Yeah.

- Is it a comprehensive report?
- Well, I couldn't say.

Is it a big document? Maps and so on?

Well, I've never looked at the papers.
I should imagine they're in London.

Um...
the specialist, will he be here, then?

There's no reason for
Dr. Dowdall to be here at all.

If you're a representative of University,
I suggest you contact Plymouth directly.

- What, Plymouth University?
- Well, I should imagine so.

- Right, thanks.
- S'alright.

Oh, the lifebelt itself, where is it kept?

Oh, it's no longer here.
I should imagine it's in...

- What? Gone to London?
- Well, yes.

- Thanks.
- Tarra, chuck.

Get your bowl,
go on that's it, get the bowl.

Good lad. Oh, you've dropped it. Come on.

There, lovely grub! There you are...
come on. That's the way.

...warnings of gales in Trafalgar
and Finnestad. The general synopsis...

Listen, there might be some credit for you,
if, before the Inquiry ends...

...a statement, just a short statement
could be made, regarding these rumours.

Are you serious!
The press would eat us alive!

A disclaimer for your lot
would go off like a bomb.

We are not prepared to accept the blame.

Why the hell should any Inquiry
of ours want to exonerate you?

- Because it's not our fault.
- My dear Rokoff...

...you must realise that people expect the
Russians to be involved in every shady incident.

I shall miss our little meetings.

There! Coming?

I'll see you in the car,
I'm just going to make a phone call.

Okay.

Hello, Carrie? Could you give me the
dialling code for Plymouth, please? Ta.

Martin!

Martin.

- I didn't hear you come in.
- Do you want some coffee?

Yeah.

- Hello, Christy.
- Hello.

- Are we disturbing you?
- Not the way I work.

I'll put the fire on.

Is she staying?!

Oh, be nice to her.
She's been really good to me!

- Hey, I went to the Inquiry.
- Oh yeah. Any luck?

- I spoke to the Clerk to the Court.
- Yeah?

Apparently the report was done by
Dr. E Dowdall, Plymouth. So I rang him up.

- You spoke to him?
- Mmm. He was charming.

I told him I was connected with the
Oceanography Department...

...which is not exactly untrue
'cos they are on the same floor.

- Yeah.
- And he's going to send me a copy.

Good! Excellent! Good!

- Do you take milk?
- Please.

- Martin?
- Yeah?

- Did you cut yourself?
- When?

There's blood all over the floor!

Oh, my god!

Get a towel!

Are you all right, Joey?

He's bleeding from his stomach.

It could be an ulcer. Something like
that.

- Do you know a vet?
- I do.

There's one in my road.
Bring him down, and go in my car.

- Okay.
- Keep still, Joey!

Oh, Joey!

Yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay.

- Can you get my bag?
- Yes.

- Um... can you phone me from the vets?
- Are you not coming?

No, there's blood all over the place.