All language subtitles for Spyship [1983] Episode 5.english

Eleven men - that's a whole team.

- Sorry?
- Cricket.

Be nice to think there were no reserves.

Thankfully most of them were
all too eager to be bought off.

They all have unhappy past which we can
resurrect, if necessary.

Springfield in Special Branch - if
you want any of them in quickly.

This Evans... He hasn't been contacted?

No, he's our problem man.
He won't respond to Aircall.

Payment address?

The house is empty. He just used
to go there and sign for it, apparently.

We don't even know his real name.

Cleverer than the rest then?

Looks like it. And more of a danger.

Oh, why is Main being so bloody minded and
uncooperative!

I think you'd better exploit your association,
stop him doing some other stupid thing.

Understood.

Thank you.

- Have you spoken to Dowdall yet?
- It's in hand.

Hmmm...

You see... one is caught... I mean, you've
worked for newspapers, so you understand.

Where are you going to pitch yourself?

Do you see?

I mean... our minds... intuition or
whatever... tells us when something is wrong.

Nothing to do with the law.
It's our moral sense.

Yes, but is this the same thing?
It's simply deception.

Well, of course it is. "Simply deception." D'you
see what you've just said? Your expectations.

Look, you... you don't have to convince me,
lam on the same side as you.

Quite possibly.
Possibly just curiosity, "a good story".

Your motives are important, you know.

My father is missing, presumed dead. I'm
presumed dead.

And if my body isn't found amongst the debris
down in the docks, he'll come after me again.

Doesn't that qualify me?

Mmm.

But I can hardly believe that Carpenter
overlooked the significance of my conclusions.

Firstly,
no hydrostatic pressure damage at all...

...and that's very unusual, you know. Worth
investigating.

Well, perhaps it became detached before the
Caistor sank.

- Possibly. But secondly... the organic life.
- Diatoms?

Mmm. They simply didn't tally. I found
both fresh water and sea water diatoms.

But no chiloseras, no rhizolenias...
none at all.

Or melosira... and there are great carpets
of the stuff in the Barents, you know.

So the lifebuoy hasn't
been out to sea at all?

It hasn't been further than
three miles from the coast!

The shallow water diatoms would have been
killed by the salt.

Well, if it hasn't been out to sea, and it
hasn't been submerged to any depth...

...where has it been?

Well, perhaps you can help me.

Hmm?

- Did you find the towel alright?
- Yes, thanks.

I won't offer you another. I'm not driving
anywhere.

No, I'm fine.

Tell me, is your interest
in this really only personal?

It is really. Honest.

- Bit of a wasted journey for you.
- No, not really.

- Oh, what a depressing place.
- "Are you, or have you ever been..."

Quite. What an unpleasant woman!

Poor Peter looked terrible.
I'm glad the boys weren't there.

They sedate him. I found it difficult to
hear what he said... He sounded a bit drunk.

He has been worse, though. One day I went to
visit him and he wasn't making any sense at all.

He shouted at me as if I was a complete
stranger.

He told me he'd been
ordered to sink the Caistor.

- Could that be true?
- He really believed it.

I thought he'd actually lost his mind. He
shouted so much, I had to call the Sister.

- Fed up with the cold war?
- Look, no hands!

After you.

I wouldn't go chasing your medal
of honour for a couple of days.

Why?

I'm not going to be disappointed, am I?

The Inquiry is over. Aren't we pleased with
ourselves.

You may be.

The fact is, one of my operatives
hasn't made contact for seventy-two hours.

- And?
- Hold off a while... that's all I'm saying...

Now, look. Moscow has already
been told that everything is alright.

If we're implicated now, I'm back on the
streets. Now, you know that, don't you?!

I'm not doing too well myself.

Hillmore's breathing down my neck.

You know what he thinks
of direct confrontation.

How soft you people are.

I don't think I'll ever understand, really,
this everlasting need to forgive your enemies.

That may be useful if I'm
going to be one of them.

- People like that don't last on our side.
- You send them to mental hospitals.

- That's a cheap jibe, I think.
- Nemirovick is in one... I understand.

Nemirovick... if you damage a four-thousand-ton
nuclear submarine... isn't that madness?

Anyway, you're not free of blame. Your Captain...
Huninger, isn't he in a psychiatric hospital?

Yes, but he's actually had a breakdown.

Nemirovick will... in time.

The man who discovered the buoy was Nils
Jakobsen.

I spoke to a young lady at the local newspaper.
She... she sent me... she sent me this.

Now, Jakobsen was not a local man.

I wondered whether perhaps he'd washed the
buoy, or left it in the harbour at all.

- He's an ill mannered man.
- You spoke to him?

- Mmm?
- You spoke to him?

Oh, yes. An experience I
don't want to go through again!

Now then, I insist on contributing
something towards this.

- No, no, please.
- No, no, no. Please, please, please.

Now... whatever you discover will also be
of use to me, so it's quid pro quo. Alright?

I'm not without my influence, you know.
Do you know Sir Philip Strang?

- No.
- Well, he's a sort of civil servant.

I feel it's time to
exercise the old school tie.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Come on!

- Are you... are you leaving or somat?
- Well, er... the room service was terrible!

Oh, come on.
Don't knock her, she's a lovely boat.

- What's happened to you?
- Yeah, I'm going on holiday.

- Ooh, aye. Somewhere hot?
- No.

Oh, I see. Mind m'own business.
Well, I shall expect a postcard.

Sam, have you seen any, um... strange people
knocking about the docks, snooping around?

No. No, can't say that I have.
Someone looking for you?

No, no. Everything's fine.

Right. Well, give my love to that lassie
of yours when you see her, will you?

Yeah, yeah I will. And...

...I'd like to... you know... thank you for
everything you've done.

Ta.

- Can you take me to the airport, please?
- You must be bloody joking!

Can you please take me to the airport?

- Sam?
- Oh, hello, hen!

If you're looking for that fella of yours,
he's just left.

- Oh, when?
- Oh, 'bout an hour ago.

Did he say where he was going?

Oh, come on, lovey. He's got less chat than
Harpo Marx.

- Did he not say anything?
- Well, he's going on a holiday.

On holiday, where?

Well, he... he went for a cleanup,
I suppose, and then he went.

There's a cup of tea in the
hut if you'd like that, hen.

No, I'd better not, Sam.
I've got to go. Thanks anyway. Ta-ra.

Tar-ra, hen.

Yeah, well how long does
a teleletter actually take?

Yes, yes, yes alright, thank you very much.

Bloody hell!

Air UK announce the arrival of flight
UK-571 from Amsterdam.

Passengers for Air UK flight UK 214 to
Aberdeen should check in now.

Martin?

Martin?

No...

No!

- No! No!!
- Where is he?!!

Passengers for flight 102 to Oslo...

Miss Summerfield?

Hello?

Miss Summerfield?

Are you there?

Miss Summerfield?

- Oh my god! What the hell's he done to you?!
- Help me! Help me!

Ticket to Oslo, please.

This is the last call for
flight SAS-734 to Montreal.

Will all passengers for
flight SAS-734 to Montreal, please go...

This is the last call for flight SAS-734
to Montreal.

Will all passengers for flight SAS-734
to Montreal, please go...

Well, why didn't you tell him what he wanted
to know?!! You knew Martin had left the boat.

I didn't know where he was.

Sigh

So, he's in Norway!

Well, any idea why?

No.

- Suzy, I don't like to give anyone advice, but...
- Good.

That's good.

I can come this evening after work.
Do you want me to?

It's fantastic. It's beautiful.

Hello. Yes, it's me again. Hello. Yes.
I'd like to phone a Mr. Nils Jakobsen...

Yes, Jakobsen, yes, I... I don't know where
he lives... I don't know his address...

Yes... oh, all right, then.

Oh yes? Yes. Oh, I see!
Yes, it's like being Smith in England!

Yeah. Alright. Never mind.
Alright. Thank you very much.

- ls this your office?
- No.

Pity, it's lovely.

Ja?

Martin Taylor is here.

Oh, come in, come in.

How do you do, Mr. Taylor?
Oh! Please... please, sit down.

Thank you.

Can I be of any help?

Well, I don't really know where to begin,
but... I suppose it's a NATO thing, really.

NATO things... they are really not our
province. We're a local paper, Mr. Taylor.

We prefer not... not to get involved.

Look... a new school is to be opened.
A man is jailed for fraud. Front page.

Well, I'll help you if I can, but I'm
sure you have come to the wrong place.

- Well, it's nothing sensitive.
- It never is and yet it always is.

Please, go on.

Just recently... a British trawler
disappeared north west of here...

...and I'm trying to find
out what happened to it.

What was the name of the boat?

The Caistor.

I don't know.

Berit!

- Berit!
- Ja?

May we have some coffee,
please?

Ja. Um...
would you like it black, Mr. Taylor?

- The coffee.
- Oh, yes. Yes, thank you.

There was a... there was a big search.

There was a NATO exercise going on at the
same time.

I know. So much goes on...

...it's difficult. And I'm sure you
have come to the wrong place.

"Local Fisherman finds Caistor lifebuoy."

Coffee!

So... you don't recognise the front
page of your own newspaper? Great!

- I cannot help you, Mr. Taylor.
- I know. It's none of your business.

That's right.

Mr. Taylor! Mr. Taylor!!

Mr. Taylor!

It's no use being angry with Bolset.
He's not in charge. Not really.

Oh, I'm not angry.

But what do you mean "he's not in charge."
He's... he's not the editor?

Oh, he is. But... I don't know.
It's not made easy for him.

Sometimes...
it's difficult choosing what to print.

It may be a small paper, but there are people
who take very much interest in it's business.

- Who?
- Who?

Well, I can't say anything for sure, but I have
this strange feeling that something is happening.

Some evenings, occasionally, I leave and Bolset
is talking... another two hours, maybe more.

- Who's he talking to? Who are they?
- I don't know.

But... well, I think there's a Russian. And
there's an American. He has to be cautious.

He wants to work for a bigger paper in the
south... It's important that he succeeds.

- So, he does what he's told?
- I think so.

Was it you who, um...
sent that article to Dr. Dowdall?

Yes.

Well, it might be better if Bolset didn't know
about that. It could make things difficult for me.

- I see.
- Well... it used to be better.

Well, it's unlikely I shall
ever be talking to him again.

You should talk to the
man who wrote that article.

He used to work at the paper, a real journalist.
But he and Bolset, they didn't get on.

- I... I like him already. What's his name?
- Erik Starvik.

- What?
- Erik Starvik.

Erik Starvik.

He was trouble to the owners, I think.
He was too strong.

Well... where does he work now?

Freelance. Oh, he has stories in the national
papers, in Oslo. But he still lives here.

- Do you think he'll be at home now?
- Maybe. I don't know.

Erik Starvik?

Ja.

- Martin Taylor?
- Yes.

- What do you want?
- Ah, you... you speak English.

- Of course.
- Good.

- Ah, Berit must have talked to you?
- She did. What's wrong with your leg?

Well I... I... fell of a quay.

You shouldn't go so close to the edge.

No.

Tell me the truth.

Well, er... I didn't fall...
I was pushed... by a man in a oar.

Who was he working for?

That's what I'm trying to find out.
And then I'll tell a nice policeman.

Well, we'd better get inside.

These are incredible!

Yes.

- Did you take them?
- No, no, no. Let me show you something here.

You know, the Russians are very interested in
any sort of foreign ship activity. See here...

...this is a British trawler on fire, and the photo
is taken from the back of a Russian destroyer.

This here is the same trawler two
hours later in Murmansk harbour.

Where the hell did you get these?

- What?
- Well, it... fell off a lorry!

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

One thing you... you always have to remember
that we appear very aware all the time that...

...you know,
the Russians are that far away from here.

Ah, there you are!

Ah, let me introduce... this is Ulla, my wife...
and this is Martin Taylor. A journalist from London.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I'm just going to pick up Ingrie.

- We've got some trouble with the car, you see.
- Mmm.

- Ok, bye bye. See you later.
- Bye, bye.

It's magical!

Yes, it is.

So what do you... hope to find?

Peace of mind.

I want to know a secret. And everyone is
determined to keep me from it.

Oh, my favourite kind!

I want to know about... The Caistor.

Which I suppose is...

...somewhere out there.

Somewhere out there...

And I... I thought the local newspaper
office was a reasonable place to start.

Oh, Belset. Ja ja.

Yeah, well I didn't get anything
out of him as you probably know.

And then I left and
Berit told me about you.

She sounded unhappy. Was everything okay at
the paper?

Yes, yes, as... as far as I could tell.

You were asking about the lifebuoy?

Yes! Well... I, er... I showed Bolset your
article, which was published in his paper...

- ...and... and he couldn't remember it.
- Haha! Oh, that is Bolset.

Have you seen Jakobsen?

No, no. I talked to the harbour master
and they're expecting him tomorrow.

- I know him.
- Who is he?

He's a weekend fisherman and I've talked to him.
You won't get anything out of him. He's stubborn.

Well, what did you get out of him?

Well, you know... I've been doing some
investigation around here and...

...a lot of people want to bury me for it.

That's, er... that's something we have in
common.

You know, I need to know... I need to
know where Jakobsen found that buoy.

It was analysed in England by a specialist
who said that it hadn't been out to sea...

...and it hadn't been
submerged to any depth at all.

An enigma.

Yes, an enigma. Well, there was a set up.

There was an Inquiry and the
report had been tampered with.

- Did he allow that to happen?
- Well, I talked to him and I don't think he will.

So Jakobsen was lying?

Yes. Yes. I think he was.

- I'm very busy, Doctor.
- But I must meet with you.

Phillip, some of your boys have been
making a terrible blunder...

...over this Caistor business.

That's a departmental responsibility.

Well, it may be at the moment, but I
don't want to talk on this line.

Are you speaking from the University?

I do not like the way I've been used in this
matter. I've been lied to... threatened...

...and my work misrepresented in the most
appalling way.

Again, it's departmental.

Phillip! These chaps are your
responsibility!

Arthur.

Arthur?

I want us to meet. I'm in London
tomorrow.

- Can you get here early? Eight?
- Prefer nine.

Eight o'clock. Look forward to seeing you.

Half the allied forces were up there at
that time.

I mean, if the conditions were so bad,
why was only one vessel affected?

I mean, the ship was designed for that
kind of weather!

Yes, yes. I agree.

What I'm saying is I never believed that.
It didn't sink because of the sea.

I... I mean if it was spying, then it would make
sense... somebody could have taken it away...

...or just, well...
blown it out of the water.

Yes, but why?! Both sides do it...
they know it goes on.

And... and, and if the Russians really have
destroyed it...

...well, why hasn't the British
government made capital out of it?

Because it was spying.

Yeah, but no-one really cares about that,
not really, not really.

But to lose a ship like that with all hands on
board, that's what people really care about.

You're talking about the public now.
They're not in charge.

I mean... it's a cover-up.

Well, I'm convinced.
How are you going to prove that?

Well, alright... you know... the lifebuoy
evidence, ignored. Tom Silvers, framed.

The letter from the radio
operator to his wife, destroyed...

the day after it was
mentioned in the Inquiry.

And... you know, on top of all that,
they've tried to kill me twice!

Yeah, how are you going to prove that?

You might have fallen off the quay,
like you said to me.

I mean, suggestions...
that is no good. You know that.

- Hello.
- Oh, hey! Hello!

Sorry to disturb you.

That's alright.

This is Ingrie. And I think
she'd like to tell you something.

Oh, your mummy been talking
English?

Say the rhyme you
learned at school.

Dandelion, dandelion, yellow and gold.
What do you do all day?

I wait and wait in the long green grass...
...until the children come to play.

Dandelion, dandelion, yellow and gold.
What do you do all night?

I wait and wait in the long green grass...
...until my hair grows long and white.

Off to bed. Mummy will
come and settle you down later.

Good night!

- Would you like to stay and eat with us?
- Yes, I'd love to.

- Good.
- Oh. I have to make a phone call.

- Well, make a phone call.
- Well, it's to England.

- Oh, make a phone call. It's in the hall.
- Okay.

ls he really a journalist, or what?

Yes, he is. Why?

Well, I don't want you to get into
that old trouble again.

No, no, no... it's not dangerous.
He has just come to look for his father...

...who went down with the
Caistor.

Yes, it's Martin... Yeah.
Martin... Yes, is Suzy there?

What?!!

What are you talking about?!! Hang on.

St. Catherine's. And I wouldn't try
ringing her because she's asleep...

...that's something she hasn't had much of.
No, Martin... Martin!

Frankly, I think it would be in her best
interest if you didn't call her at all.

She will get over you, she's had practice.

It's odd really,
she's so mature in other ways and when...

Hello?

No, no. I'm a friend... I'm a close friend!
Yes, yes, well alright...

...can you tell me if she's...
she's comfortable at least?

Yes, I understand... Alright, well could
you give... could you give her a message?

Yes, well, it's from Martin... Martin, yes.
Could you tell her that I phoned...

...and that I'll phone
again as soon as I can...

Yes, alright.
Thank you very much. Thank you.

- ls she alright?
- Well, she's um...

...she's been attacked or something.

I'm sorry, I...
this is the same man that...?

I don't know. Possibly.

I'm... I'm sorry.

You want to phone someone?

No. No.

We go and eat and you'll feel better...

...and then we'll...
we'll visit a friend of mine. Okay?

Okay.

- Good.
- Okay.

You shouldn't have left it so long.

Nils, tell Martin about the
radiation.

I've been treating cases of um... radiation
sickness.

A few weeks ago a fisherman
came to see me... Iverson.

Very bad stomach pains...
great spots... really unnatural.

They have him for observation in
Oslo now.

Tell him about the others.

How many are there, I wonder?

Three other men came here. His friends. The
crew of a fishing boat "Nidar."

They got the same pains. The same spots.
And now they lose their hair.

I took blood samples and sent them to the
medical centre.

Mine were not the first they had. I sent
samples to Oslo, to the World Health Authority.

The fish must have been
contaminated as well.

I should think so.
But no-one will admit it.

In the papers there is nothing.

There was a ban on the fishing at that time,
in that area... it never should have happened.

To Iverson and his friends, bans are not
important.

Then where did it come from, the radiation?

We don't know.

I mean... we probably never find out, the
security's very strong around here.

One day Ingrie, my daughter, came home from
school...

...she told me she'd seen those men on the
shoreline with strange clothes on...

...vacuum cleaning the shoreline.

So, I go and look... and there they were,
in their protective clothing...

...taking samples to test for radiation.

You think they tell me anything? Nothing.

I even phoned the
Defence Department in Oslo.

What did they say?

Nothing. They didn't answer my question.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Each time a nuclear submarine goes by out
there, we hold our breath.

And there are a lot of them.

There could have been a collision.
A nuclear submarine.

That would explain the leak, the
loss of the ship... everyone's reaction...

No, it can't be.
It can't be because there's no wreckage.

Try and get some sleep.

Yeah, I should do.
I should go back to the hotel.

No, no. It's much too late.
I'll get you a quilt.

Thank you.