All language subtitles for The Sandbaggers S1 E7 - Special Relationship

Right, Operation Starlight.

East Berlin. Agent called Mittag.

Works for the State Security Department.

The SSD?

But, only in a very minor capacity.

He's given us some
useful stuff in the past.

He's a developer in their
photo processing laboratory.

Motivation?

[Neill] Money, pure and simple.

Aren't they usually the best kind?

Hmm.

Anyway he's been
promising something big.

Berlin thinks he needs the money.

Wants to get married.

And, now he says he has aerial photos

of the new missile complex at Erfurt.

And, that's big?

According to our
intelligence boys in the DIS.

I mean we know nothing
about the Erfurt complex

except the missiles are of a new type.

Probably targeted on our
air bases in Germany.

What state are the photos in?

Developed prints, 10 x 8, set of six.

10 by 8s?

Well that's what he was producing.

He made an extra set, smuggled
'em out of the building.

Has he never heard of micro dotting?

He won't have the equipment in his flat.

Too incriminating.

Alright, so what's happening?

Well, there's a complication.

May I?

Mittag's convinced himself
he's under suspicion.

And, maybe he is.

Maybe it's just the thought
of having enough money at last

to get out of the business.

But?

He refuses to move the photos
from their hiding place in his flat.

We've gotta go and get them.

Into East Berlin?

Yes, Berlin Station think it's dodgy

if he is being watched.

So, we'll have to put in a
suitably trained officer.

The Berlin number two.

No, he's too well-known
to the other side

and kept under surveillance.

But, the number two in Bonn
is East Berlin orientated.

Who is the Bonn number two?

Bob Clemments.

Ah yes, he's very good.

So, he has every chance
of getting away with it.

He'll have a better chance.

You don't like it do you?

No sir.

East Berlin is bad news, always has been.

But, if the Intelligence Director says

these photographs are vital...

Will Clemments have a watertight cover?

He'll have a good cover
but it won't save him

if he's blown by Mittag.

Shouldn't we be sending in a sandbagger,

if it's hazardous?

Not into East Berlin, sir.

Not with this kind of job.

It'll need the best possible cover.

That's the ability to be an East Berliner.

Clemments has got that ability.

When does he go in?

Tomorrow night.

And jolly good luck to him.

Hmm! He'll need all he can get.

Right, next.

Ted, Operation Starlight.

Thank you, sir.

I've briefed the Deputy Chief and C.

Right.

Ah, in come the heavy mob.

Good day, people.

Good morning, Miss Dickens.

Good morning, sir.

What's this then, anything circled?

Precautionary brief, sir.

On both sandbaggers?

It's for Winter's Tale, Hungary.

Oh yes, I meant to warn you about that.

I want both of you briefed
because I'm not sure when,

or if, this operation will happen.

But, if it does it could
be at very short notice

and either of you can pick it up.

Oh it sounds wonderful.

It's important to me, Willie.

Janos Ilku is worth saving.

liku, Budapest.

Right.

Mean anything?

Janos Ilku is head of the
Hungarian underground movement.

He was one of the student leaders in '56

and he's been working against the Soviets

and the AVH ever since.

And, we may have to lift him?

And, the AVH have
all but identified him.

He's trying to throw them off the track,

but if he fails, he'll
need help to get out.

They could shut their
borders fast enough.

Yes, so we'll take him
out as a British national

accompanied by another British national,

one or other of you.

[Laura] What if they catch him first?

They'll execute him.

So, make sure you come
away from this briefing

knowing exactly what you'd
do, whom you'd contact,

and what route you'd use.

Because if Ilku does scream for help,

there won't be time to go over it again.

Alright?

Okay, Brian.

[Brian] Thank you, sir.

Alright, contacts and routes.

Out, I want to make a private phone call.

You just had one.

Who?

Your ex-wife.

Belinda?

She hasn't phoned me in 18 months.

About that.

Are you sure.

I'm sure.

She's at this end of town
at the hairdresser's,

wondered if you would meet her for lunch.

Well, ring her back.

Tell her I've had to go
to the Foreign Office.

If you'd said the Foreign Office

she would check with her father.

That's why I said the Ministry of Defence.

Thank you.

I hope to God all that's not
gonna start again, not now.

Now?

Oh, now.

I did think of telling
her she was too late.

(phone ringing)

Willie Caine.

Laura who?

I trust, sir, that aren't
using the red circuit

for social chitchat.

Some fellow called Neil
Burnside, I don't know.

Sandbagger two.

Yes, I think that could be arranged.

Thank you, sir.

Suppose I'm having lunch
on my own again, am I?

Well at least you get a
couple of pints inside you.

Wonder if he'll make
it really exciting today.

What you mean a choice
of Coke or coffee?

And, a walk across the park.

(Laura giggles)

Is he a friend of yours?

Who?

The Hungarian, Janos Ilku.

Not a friend, no.

He did get me out of a scrape in Budapest.

And, he's a brave man.

Can I take the job if it comes up?

For someone who didn't
want to be a sandbagger...

There are all sorts of things
I didn't want to be.

Some I still haven't become.

Give it time, there's no rush.

There is for me.

All the wasted years.

Forget them.

It's hard to realize that your tomorrows

can be so different from your yesterdays.

I know.

Belinda phoned the office today.

Oh, what does she want?

I have no idea.

I don't want to know.

You didn't speak to her?

I haven't spoken to her for 18 months.

Neil, maybe you should call her.

Whose side are you on anyway?

Well, you were married
to her for five years.

You owe her something.

Not nearly as much as I owe you.

Like what?

I've started to sleep at night.

(laughs) You know in any
other situation but ours

that would be an insult.

(both chuckling)

What are you grinning at?

You grinned at me so I grinned at you.

You do a lot of it these days.

Shut up.

There's a confidential
book marker this afternoon.

So, we haven't lost anything, have we?

Speak for yourself dear.

(phone ringing)

PA to D'Ops.

(distant siren blaring)

Okay, Brian, I'll tell him.

Flap in Operation Starlight.
Can you go to the Ops room?

Right.

Yes, all flight times to Berlin.

Today and tomorrow for when?

What's the problem?

Alright, okay.

Bonn number two, Bob
Clemments had a car crash

on the way to Bonn airport.

Is he hurt?

Broken leg.

No way he can go into East
Berlin tomorrow night.

So, who else can we send?

No one.

There's no other
Berlin-orientated field agent

except for Berlin number
two and he's ruled out.

Well, there must be.

Not since the cutback, sir.

There used to be one attached
to the Consulate General

Hanover but he retired without relief.

Something to do with the
economies on station personnel.

(phones ringing)

So, we can't do the job.

Unless we contact the field school,

see if there's anyone
at the end of training.

(printers clacking)

No, don't call the school.

Why not, sir?

Someone straight out of
training is no good for this job.

I'll talk to the CIA.

We've got the same problem.

Our people in Berlin
and the people from G2

and of (speaking foreign language)

are all known and watched.

Anyone in the States?

Berlin-orientated?

Sure there are.

By the time I've asked,
they've already been approved

and briefed and sent to Berlin.

Want one?

Yeah, then they're briefed
again, sent across the border.

Not gonna be able to do a
pickup in Berlin tomorrow night.

No way.

Can you get 'em across there anyway,

just in case I can delay the pickup?

Well, I can try.

Thanks.

Pretty risky run, isn't it?

If this guy Mittag is
as twitched as you say.

Very risky.

Better not delay it.

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

No dice, sir.

From Berlin?

Consider in Mittag's
current state any delay

would result in him
destroying photographs.

That's what I expected.

Anything on the double check?

No, I've been right
through the list again,

every field agent in the world.

I still think we should try the school.

I said don't call the school.

Bring me in Laura's
personnel file, will you?

Laura's file.

Leave it on the desk.

(light knocking)

Stuck on Starlight I hear.

[Neill] What the hell do
you know about Starlight?

I've just been to the Ops room.

I'll take it.

Don't be bloody silly.

You're not Berlin-orientated.

I'll risk it.

You don't speak German.

Mittag doesn't speak English.

What would you do if you were
stopped by a street patrol?

How would you even get across the border?

If necessary, I'll go over the wall.

I can take a written note to Mittag.

And, get caught with it?

Don't be stupid.

I'm telling you, I'll risk it.

You know, don't you?

I was the one who got
her out of field school.

Nobody else knows, just
you, me, and the school.

I told him not to tell the school.

Well, it's just you and me then.

But, she's Berlin-orientated.

Mmm.

Can I...

Can I ask a classified question?

Go ahead.

Are you sleeping with her?

Well, if you mean sleeping, yes.

If you mean anything more, no.

Laura's got a hang-up at the moment.

Hmm, I guessed that.

And, that you're in love with her.

That's my problem.

I can solve it for you.

Let me go.

(sighs) She's a special agent, Willie.

Berlin-orientated.

She should have been the first
choice even before Clemments.

Yeah, if we'd thought about it.

Sandbaggers aren't usually

fully trained linguists, are they?

Well, we've thought about it now.

Laura, you're on your bike, Berlin.

Immediate briefing.

I'll see you in the Ops room.

Brian, D'Ops.

Brief sandbagger two for Starlight.

Yes, be advised she's Berlin-orientated.

Thanks for the offer, Willie.

Still stands.

It's East Berlin.

You need something on your side.

I've got experience.

And, Laura's got
qualifications, so she goes.

Um, is it really that
important, a few photographs?

Start asking questions like that

and you better find yourself another job.

Now, timings.

There's no flight to Berlin
tonight so we'll send you

to Dusseldorf this evening.

You can make a connection in the morning.

Yes, I'd like as long
as possible in Germany.

Start using the language again.

Right.

We're arranging to brief you in Dusseldorf

early tomorrow morning, then to Berlin

and across the border early afternoon.

Pickup?

Mittag's flat 20:20 local time.

Okay.

Cover?

Three layers.

East German citizen
stripped to West German

stripped to American.

And, on blow-out?

Agent of the U.S. Army Intelligence G-2

change to CIA change to

(speaking foreign language) of Germany.

Oh they get tired of the game

long before that.

[Laura] I'll spill it.

Let's hope you don't have to.

Seconded with much feeling.

Laura, come and see me before you go.

[Laura] Right.

I'll be with the Deputy Chief.

Right sir.

You'll come out
the day after tomorrow

You'll come out
the day after tomorrow

at lunch time.

Sandbagger two?

Yes.

You're lucky
she's Berlin-orientated.

Very lucky.

Are you afraid that
Mittag will blow her?

If he's very twitched.

He could be blown himself.

And, it is East Berlin.

Well, you're not suggesting
that we abandon the mission?

Not if we really need the information.

We do.

Right.

Neil.

Would you be asking these
questions if Clemments was still there?

No.

I see.

I'm sorry, Neil.

Yes, sir, so am I.

Yes, I'm sure that'll be alright.

I'll tell him.

Ah, Wellingham's office has just been on.

Can you see him this evening

at the Foreign Office, say 7:15?

Subject?

A personal matter.

Well we can guess
what that is, can't we?

You can't blame him.

Belinda's his only child.

Well, it's not my fault, is it?

Alright, 7:15.

(light knocking)

Briefed and ready to go.

Sit down, Laura.

Do you want to go?

Why shouldn't I?

It's very dodgy.

I'm a sandbagger.

At my insistence.

At my choice.

Anyway, if I refuse this
job, what will it do to us?

Nothing.

You'd never forgive yourself,

therefore, you'd never forgive me.

Come on, Neil, your standing orders say

Come on, Neil, your standing orders say

I do not expect operations officers

to allow their personal
problems to encroach

upon their professional conduct.

Alright, if we're quoting orders,

here's another one.

If you get unhappy in any
way, abort the mission.

I'm gonna get those picture, boss.

Okay.

Laura.

Hmm?

Good luck, kid.

Danke shon.

I'd have
asked you to dinner,

but I've got an official one.

I think it's my turn to ask you anyway.

Now, I'm not matchmaking
so don't get alarmed,

but Belinda's staying with us again

and making my life absolute hell.

[Neill] How?

She thinks I should be doing more

to bring you two together again.

No one could have
tried harder than you.

Quite.

But, she wants to see you.

It didn't work.

We chipped bits off each other.

Well, she still believes
it was all the worry

and waiting when you
were in the sandbaggers.

It was much more fundamental than that.

My life revolves around the SIS,

Belinda's revolves around herself.

At the moment, it revolves
around our drawing room,

night and day.

You could meet her for a drink.

It wouldn't achieve anything.

It would give me a certain
amount of peace and quiet.

No, I'm sorry, I'm not
going through all that again.

Just one drink.

It's not too much to ask.

It is.

It will remain civilized
for about three minutes.

Then we'd be back to all the bickering,

the bitterness, all the
postmortems, who said what where.

No, sir.

Alright.

Do it for me and I'll see
what I can do for you.

Meaning?

Must be concocting something over there.

Something that wouldn't get
permission in the normal way.

No.

Oh come.

There must be something you want.

I tell you what I want.

I want a bigger financial
vote for SIS generally,

and for my directors in particular.

I want more foreign
stations better-manned.

I'm Permanent Undersecretary,

not Chancellor of the Exchequer.

You asked me what I wanted.

Look, Neil, Belinda is driving me mad.

I remember the feeling.

And, I'll remember this conversation.

I'd help if I could,
but the price is too high.

I'll remember that too.

It's go.

We can have our man into
Germany by tomorrow morning.

Okay, can you get him to
Berlin and hold him there?

Yeah, if it helps.

It might.

I'd like to think we've
got back up of some kind.

When does Laura go in?

She's in already.

She'll make the pickup
In about four hours.

You got a cut-out in East Berlin?

No.

We got a Resident.
Passive operations only.

We'll know soon enough
if anything goes wrong.

Yeah, y'all take care, huh?

(phone ringing)

Burnside.

From Berlin station, sir.

Abort Starlight.

Mittag was searched as
he left work tonight.

How can we abort it?

Isn't Laura on the free run?

That's right, sir, we
have no contact with her.

I'm coming down.

(printer clacking)

Any other information?

No, sir.

They allowed Mittag to
go after they searched him?

Yes.

Then perhaps they're
satisfied for the moment.

If they don't check him again
tonight, Laura could still

get in and out with the photographs.

They could have let him go

then keep his flat under surveillance.

Or he could have confessed

and now they're setting up Laura.

She's due to pickup in when, 10 minutes?

Nothing we can do now, sir.

Phone.

Burnside, sir.

Could you meet me in C's
office in two minutes?

Yes, Starlight.

D'Ops, alert C that the
Deputy Chief and myself

are on our way up to see him.

Then cancel his bloody dinner.

And then we'd better
inform the Foreign Office.

If they
arrest her, they'll make

as much political capital
as possible out of it.

They've gotta find out who she is first.

(tower bell ringing)

How long will that take?

If they pump her full of
sodium pentathol, no time at all.

But, if they use normal interrogation,

she should could keep them
guessing for 48 hours.

I'd like to get in ahead of that, sir.

Offer a swap.

We're not holding anyone
worth swapping, are we?

I don't know,
but somebody must be.

I can ask Intelligence to
work with the Russian desk,

make out a list of possibles.

Aren't you jumping the gun, Neil?

The girl may get through.

But, if she doesn't-
I wanna move quickly,

offer a swap before they
start taking her to bits.

I know how you feel
about your sandbaggers,

but we can only go so far to get her back.

Could you be more explicit, sir?

Laura Dickens is a
Special Section Officer.

She's accepted the risks.

So must we.

Laura Dickens was
briefed yesterday morning

on the entire Hungarian
underground movement,

names, places, networks, and routes.

That's what's fresh in her mind, sir.

If they get that from her,
we lose 22 years hard work

in Hungary and probably
every agent we've got there.

Alright, let's investigate a swap.

I reckon no news is good news.

Maybe.

It's over an hour now.

The Resident would have got
a message to Berlin station.

If he knows.

(printer clacking)

He couldn't hang round Mittag's flat

waiting to see what happened.

Well, if he's any sense,

he'll ring her hotel room and check.

(phone ringing)

Duty Ops Officer.

Roger.

I'll tell D'Ops.

She's been taken, sir.

She was arrested as she left
the flat with the photographs.

Thank you.

Ted, go down to the Russian desk,

see if they've got a list
for me yet, possible swaps.

Sir

Brian, make sure that the
Deputy Chief and C knows first,

then ask the FCO desk to
inform the Prime Minister

and the Foreign Secretary.

My office, Willie.

What do you think?

Well, she's done the course.

She knows the drill.

Being a linguist she'll
stand a better chance.

She'll speak German tonight,
she'll go on speaking it,

till they catch her out.

Unless they use drugs.

Well, they won't initially.

Theory nowadays is it's better

to interrogate straight through.

She can't last out forever.

Nope, she can spin it for a few days.

State Security Department
won't mess her about

till the KGB have had a go anyway.

(loud knocking)

The possible swap, sir.

Yes.

We haven't got anyone.
Nor have the Americans.

The best bet appears to be the French.

With?

Nikola Dariabin.

Yes, KGB illegal.

Caught about a year ago.

Something to do with a
Jaguar flight that one.

I remember.

Is Andre Baumel still head of the STEG?

I believe he is, sir.

Draft a signal, head of
station Paris telling him

to phone Baumel at home.

Get me an interview first
thing tomorrow morning.

First flight from Heathrow is 7:00.

Book me on it.

Sir.

Sorry about the news, Neil.

Yes, I'd have come
to tell you personally.

I thought you'd gone home.

Well, I decided to wait, see if
there was anything I could do.

You can.

Give me approval to go to Paris tomorrow

to negotiate with the
STEG for a KGB officer

called Dariabin.

Well, can't home station do it?

I want to do it myself.

Very well.

Very well.

What can you offer the French?

What can you offer the French?

Nothing at the moment, but
we'd do the same for them.

Yes, we work with them all the time,

train their agents in the summer exercises.

Yes.

You know Baumel?

Yes, I solved a problem for him once

when I was a sandbagger.

Let's hope he hasn't forgotten.

I do sympathize, Neil.

Then can you get me Dariabin?

I mean to say the SSD are
not renowned for their finesse.

They could kill the girl.

Dariabin.

Ah yes, Dariabin.

There could be some
opposition, you understand,

to his being released for the British.

It needn't be made public?

No, no, I'm talking of our
own Ministry of Defence.

I've got nothing to trade.

I think you have.

What would that be?

Since our politicians
took us out of NATO,

it has been a very difficult time

for the intelligence community.

I'm sure.

And, since the Ben Barker
case, other countries

do not trust our security
and so therefore,

there has not been sufficient
exchange of information.

Right, well I'll
represent that in London,

see what we can do.

For Dariabin we would want
more than that, much more.

The British SIS is very fortunate.

It enjoys a unique arrangement
with the Americans,

the what you call it,
the special relationship.

You receive all that material
marked for US UK eyes only.

I want all special relationship
material for one year

from the day you exchange Dariabin.

(chortles) The Americans
would never agree to that.

Then do not tell the Americans.

I shall take it under the counter.

But, if they found out?

Those are my terms, Neil.

You must know as well as
I do that if the Americans

denied us the special
relationship material,

it would halve our efficiency.

And, by the same token my friend,

if we had it, it would double ours.

You'll forgive me for saying
so but your security's lousy.

Oh, no, no, it is improving all the time

I can assure you.

But, we will take precautions.

You will deliver to me,
once a month personally.

I will extract what I require
right here in this very office

and give the papers back to you.

If this information is
to be of any use to you,

you'll have to disseminate it
to your heads of department.

Of course.

There will be speculation
and speculation causes leaks.

Then I am sorry, Neil, but
your journey has been in vain.

And, your agent must remain
at the mercy of the SSD

which is a pity particularly for a girl.

Those years in prison.

Alright, I agree,
I'll meet your terms.

I'm glad.

[Neil] When can I collect Dariabin?

We will deliver him
to you in West Berlin.

[Neil] When?

When I have a written
note of your agreement.

I daren't put it on paper.

I regret that you must.

Sadly, Neil, you are
not yet a senior member

of the SIS.

I shall require a more official document.

Why, if this is to be an
unofficial transfer of material?

I must ensure that it happens
otherwise you can exchange

Dariabin and then refuse
to give me the documents.

So, you will have a formal
agreement drawn up in London

signed by Sir James Greenley
your Chief of Service

and Sir Geoffrey Wellingham
of the Foreign Office.

What's the point?

To give me a guarantee, of course.

Well, I'll never persuade
them to be party to this.

I'm sure that you can.

Greenley must want your agent back too

and Wellingham is your father-in-law.

Beneath their signatures,
they will append please

their thumbprint to
authenticate it totally

and then if the material does not arrive

I will put this letter in
the hands of the Americans.

(pen clicking)

Get Dariabin to Berlin tomorrow.

I'll meet you there.
Give you the agreement.

As you wish.

We can talk details on the telephone.

This is what I call my
authentication file.

It has copies of people's signatures

and where possible their fingerprints.

We have Greenley's and
we have Wellingham's.

But, you've said a dozen times,

we can't survive without
the special relationship.

Some time within the next 36 hours,

the SSD are gonna break Laura
and she's gonna give them

everything she knows.

We'll lose the entire Hungarian operation,

details of our own organization,
methods of training,

and countless other things
she's picked up here.

I do appreciate that.

Sir, I must get her out quickly.

And, the only way I can do that

is to put the special
relationship at risk.

The idea is that Wellingham and I

should sign this agreement privately,

no further reference upwards?

None.

The fewer people informed,
the less chance of a leak.

And, the Foreign Secretary
would almost certainly

say no anyway.

Undoubtedly.

When the Americans find
out, and I think it's a case

of when and not if,

Wellingham and I are finished.

I'm aware of that, sir.

But, if I may say so,
your careers are drawing

to a natural close anyway.

I had hoped not to end mine in disgrace.

It's your career,
sir or dozens of lives,

Ilku, his whole organization.

Draw up the agreement and I'll sign it.

There appears no other choice.

You better take it to Wellingham yourself.

I trust you're on good
terms at the moment.

I'm not sure.

It's out of-the question
for me to sign this.

You must sign it.

The special relationship
is more important

than the Hungarian network.

They're both important.

And, this gives us a fighting
chance of keeping both.

For how long?

I don't know.

But, we've got to take things in order

and the first priority
is to get Laura Dickens

out of East Germany.

I hope I've got the quote right,

I think it was, "I'd help if I could

"but the price is too high."

What price?

I've worked damn hard to get where I am

and I'm not finished yet.

I intend to retire as Baron Wellingham.

[Neil] What are you talking about?

You're asking me to
throw away a life's work

to put the entire US UK
relations in jeopardy?

(clock chiming)

To betray the Foreign
Secretary's trust in me?

To quote you again,
"It's too much to ask."

And, if I told you I'm
in love with Laura Dickens?

I don't believe you.

I swear it.

You've never loved anyone or anything

in your life, except SIS.

It's the truth.

Then are you asking me to sign this

for personal or
professional considerations?

Both.

Only you could play a trick like this.

Like what?

You're saying that if I don't sign

you'll never have the woman you love.

That's not what I'm saying.

If you don't sign, agents
in Hungary will die

and the KGB will get every
other classified detail

Laura's ever known.

But, you do love her?

Yes!

I think you're lying, Neil,
the way you always lied,

cheated, double-dealt to get your own way.

Not this time.

You've manoeuvred me
for the last time, Neil.

We have permission to
contact the East Germans

offer a swap?

You may proceed on that assumption.

Thank you, sir.

(light knocking)

Any news?

I've just spoken on the phone to Baumel.

Yeah?

He'll have Dariabin in Berlin

by early evening tomorrow.

Swap at the checkpoint tomorrow night?

That's what we're proposing.

We're waiting to hear
from the East Germans.

And they'll take Dariabin.

Expect so.

You don't look very happy for a man

who's gonna see his girl tomorrow night.

Read that, and forget
you've ever seen it.

God almighty.

The Americans will know
about this inside a month.

Probably, but that's
Baumel's price for Dariabin

and the cost to us of
saving the Hungarians.

And Laura.

You sure there's no
other way out of this?

Nope.

No way.

(phone ringing)

Burnside.

Brian Milton, sir.

They're going to exchange
23:00 local time tomorrow.

Alright, Brian, thank you.

Make sure everyone knows.

Yes, sir.

I'll book you on the four a.m. flight, sir?

No, I've got things
to do in the morning.

Get me on a later one and
I'll take Willie with me.

Right, sir (mumbles).

Right, thanks.

(phone dial clacking)

Jania, Neil Burnside.

Hello Neil.

Is Jeff there, please?

Just a minute (mumbles).

[Jeff] Hi Neil.

Jeff, sorry to disturb you at home,

but could you meet me tomorrow?

[Jeff] When?

Say, 9:30 in the park.

I don't mind
coming in to your office.

No, the park will be best and Jeff,

if you have to cancel, just don't turn up

and I'll ring you again.

Or I'll call you.

No, don't call me.

And, don't talk to
anyone about meeting me.

[Jeff] Why the mystery?

I'll explain when I see you.

This better be good.

I had to say no to my
ambassador to get here.

I'm glad you did.

That's a photocopy of a document.

I'm giving it to you at 9:29.

I once got divorce
proceedings like this.

Read it, Jeff.

Who's got the original?

I have.

But, I'm giving it to Baumel
this evening in Berlin.

Are you out of your mind?

I rather think I must be.

Neil, do you know--

Let's walk.

Oh, I hate Berlin. Gives me the creeps.

Did you check on Dariabin?

Yeah, he's at the border post

with the head of station number two

and a couple of French heavies.

Good.

All we can do now is wait for 11:00.

(light knocking)

Good evening.

Alright, Willie, I'll see you

in the coffee shop then.

Okay.

Hello, Neil, you are well?

No.

Thank you.

Very satisfactory.

It's authentic.

I do not doubt it.

Perhaps we can meet for a
drink after the exchange

to celebrate and seal the bargain.

Let's hope so.

Till then.

(light knocking)

Jeff Ross is here.

Yes, I know.

What's he doing in Berlin?

Well, he asked if he could
be here for the exchange.

Why?

He likes Laura, thought
he may be able to help.

What if he sees Baumel?

Well, what's it matter?

Baumel decided he wanted to supervise

the delivery of Dariabin.

Roll on 11:00.

Does she look okay?

She looks fine.

Willie.

Hi Jeff.

(clock chiming)

Right.

Let's go, Paul.

Right, sir.

Come on Mr. Dariabin, you're going home.

Stand by to get
Dariabin back to the West.

Right.

What the hell is going on?

Shut up.

(dog barking)

(gun firing)

(shouting foreign language)

The exchange didn't take place.

Because your girl was shot down.

From the Eastern side.

Dariabin's back with your two heavies.

You can return with him to Paris.

But, we have an agreement.

Stuff your agreement,
General, it's null and void.

But, we supplied Dariabin.

That was our side of
it, you must keep yours.

[Neil] Why don't you read it?

It says thereby affecting the
release of Miss Laura Dickens.

She was never released.

That was not my fault.

Look, Baumel, the deal's off!

So get the hell out of my room.

I have the paper signed and sealed.

I will give it to the Americans.

You're too late.

I gave them a copy this morning.

Ross is in 406, ask him.

You bastard!

And you can get out too.

Why?

You know why.

I had to get Laura away
from them into the open

to save the Hungarians.

To do that I had to set up
the swap with Dariabin--

Well, why the hell didn't you swap?

I couldn't.

The only way I could
convince the Americans

was by guaranteeing that
there would be no swap.

Look, you must see it, Willie.

If we'd exchanged Dariabin,
the CIA would never

have been sure of us again.

It would have been an end
of the special relationship.

Well, it is the end of a
special relationship, isn't it?

At least Laura thought it was special.

I couldn't let her stay and talk.

And I couldn't swap her.

Willie, what else could I do?

I had to get her into
the open and make sure.

Who shot her?

[Neil] CIA agent.

Ross had him brought over from the States.

Originally he was a backup on Mittag.

He shot from the East.

A mystery no one will ever know.

I know.

But, I trust you.

I don't trust you.

I'm the last one left.

And, you're not gonna kill me.

Do you want my resignation
now or in the morning?

You won't leave, Willie, nor will I,

much as I want to.

Just going out to get us some lunch.

I thought perhaps we could...

Tomorrow, Willie, okay?

Yep.