All language subtitles for The Sandbaggers S2 E4 - A Question of Loyalty

(speaks in foreign language)

Mike Wallace, Special Operations.

What are you doing here?

It was a no show.
-What?

Motika didn't make the rendezvous.

Are you sure?

If he'd been there, I'd have lifted him.

Any indication that the
unwashed knew he was jumping?

None, and he was alright when
Gary checked him last night.

Checked him?

A very discreet check,

and I drove halfway around Warsaw first.

I don't care if you rode
up and down the Vistula,

you leave defectors clear
as soon as the pickup's passed.

That's enough.

Motika has been dithering for weeks,

he couldn't make up his mind
whether to defect to us

or take off on his own for Sweden.

But in the end he chose us.

Yes, and in consequence
I asked London for a lift.

So it was important we
weren't made to look stupid.

In what way?

We had to make sure that
Motika was behaving as agreed.

All we did was check that
he was running to the plan.

Meaning that if he wasn't,
you could've cancelled

the lift before I left London.

Precisely.

And saved face.

It is vital that a station
retains its credibility with London.

And to hell with the operation?

May I remind you Wallace
that I am Head of Station here,

and a senior Head of Station at that?

We're not debating your value
Mr. Wheatley, but Motika's.

Weren't you briefed in London?

I want a straight answer from you.

How important is he?

Very important, maybe
the top man in the East

on particle beam technology.

Good enough for the
Russians to take him to Moscow

every time they get a problem.

We could still make the flight,

unless I have to bust him out.

Oh no, no bust out.

You've probably blown
yourself by coming here.

Probably but we don't know
what's happened to Motika,

he may be waiting in his flat with half

The Citizen's Militia parked outside.

He may be okay, but has lost his nerve

and needs encouragement.

I'll draw a weapon and
ammunition, a 38 Smith & Wesson.

I'm not arming you and I'm
not approving a bust out.

I'm a Special Operations
officer Mr. Wheatley,

requiring your cooperation.

You're a Sandbagger throwing
his damn weight around.

I don't have time to argue.

If you get Motika away, what then?

If he's okay,
I'll get him to the plane.

If not, I'll take my chances with the car.

To go where, Russia,
Czechoslovakia, East Germany?

Your problem,
establish a safe house

and open a room.

It's utter madness.

It was utter madness to check a defector

within 24 hours of lift.

If Motika's marked,
they'll take you as well.

That had occurred to me.

And we'll be left to clear up the mess.

And we'll be left to clear up the mess.

Sorry to spoil your day.

(knocking on door)

Motika?

Motika?

(door thuds)

(light switch flicks)

(dog barking)

Flight ALO 341 to London,

It departs Okecie airport
at 7:50 tomorrow morning.

Do not miss it Mr. Wallace.

But you don't know that.

Look, the flat was
squared away superficially,

but there had been a punch-up.

There was Motika's wristwatch
on the floor broken.

There was a candlestick broken.

And this ticket is courtesy
of The Citizen's Militia,

who knew my name.

So?

So Motika got snatched
and he didn't want to go,

he put up a fight.

But the unwashed were ahead of him.

They knew he was running to SIS.

They might have guessed.

They were guessing before that clown

confirmed it for them last night.

Just a minute.

And that clown
was acting on your orders.

If you want to get yourself reported,
you're going the right way about it.

Reported? I'm the one who's

going to be doing the reporting.

(door closes)

He could cause trouble.

Not if we cause it first.

Let's get a signal off to London.

Ah Neil.

You wanted to see me sir?

Immediate from Warsaw.

I don't recall it.

Personal to
me from Head of Station.

Operation Red River.

Regret to report, that
contrary to Station advice,

Sandbagger two elected
to attempt bust out.

Motika now in state custody.

Sandbagger two apprehended by militia,

but permitted to proceed.

His ETA, London, 04, 09:30.

Motika would've been a major triumph.

A particle beam expert for whom the
Americans would've given their right arm.

I don't understand it.

I do, the Sandbaggers
think they have a god given

right to behave as they like on Station.

Well the Sandbaggers must've been--

And they think that
because you tell them so.

Wallace must've had his reasons sir.

Contrary to station advice?

Huh, how many times have I read that?

And why was the junior Sandbagger

sent on such a crucial mission?

I've only got two sandbaggers.

That is an observation, not an answer.

I am entitled to three.

So is that, but you're
not entitled to three

while there is a temporary
manning standard in force.

Wallace isn't the junior Sandbagger sir,

he is the second senior.

He is junior to Caine,
and Caine is sitting

on his backside down in the hutch.

He's in my office as a matter of fact.

And the deployment of
Sandbaggers is my business.

Until you make it mine, with
a shambles of an operation,

which has cost us a very valuable prize.

Well let's wait and hear
Wallace's side, shall we?

Is there any reason why

the Head of Station should lie?

Don't they take a course in it?

I'd be obliged if you would

keep your cheap remarks to yourself.

Will that be all sir?

For the moment.

(door slams)

Have you read
this rubbish from Delhi?

Never mind that, Red River.

Is Mike okay?

Yes, but he blew the job.

Oh, how?

He went for a bust out.

Well, Motika must've
missed the rendezvous.

And was boxed, presumably.

Wheatley should have stopped him,

or number two should have stopped him.

What's his name?

Shearburn, they advised
against a bust out

and now Motika's in some Polish prison.

Ah, Jesus Christ.

Peele is going spare I suppose?

Adding another nail into
the Special Section's coffin

and mine, and maybe he's right.

Why?

We sent a baby Sandbagger
to land a big fish.

We sent him because
he knows Warsaw and I don't.

Even so, he's young,
keen to prove himself.

He's not that keen.

Isn't he?

When I was the baby I
did a bust out in Prague.

When you were the baby
you did one where, Cairo?

Yes, I had no choice.

Huh, would you do it now?

You wouldn't would you?

It's something you do
once and frighten the hell

out of yourself so much,
you never do it again.

Perhaps Mike had no choice?

Yes, well we'll know tomorrow.

What time's he get back?

9:30, which means he could be

out of the Section by lunchtime.

(car door closes)

I needn't ask if you had a good trip.

It was a lousy trip.

You went for a bust out?

I went to Motika's flat
prepared to do a bust out

if necessary.
It wasn't necessary.

Mike, you know the rules by now,

violence is a dirty word on Station.

Sir we're Sandbaggers sir.

Exactly, that's why
we have to watch our backs.

You have just given
Wheatley the opportunity

of putting a knife straight
between your shoulder blades.

What's he said?

That you went for a bust
out against Station advice,

that you were taken by the
militia but were released.

True, as far as it goes.

Well isn't that far enough?

You don't go crashing around
Eastern Bloc countries

with guns stuck--

Oh come off it Willie,
you think I enjoyed it?

I went for Motika because I
thought we might owe it to him.

Because if he was boxed,
it was The Firm's fault.

Go on.

The Station ran a check on
him the night before the lift.

They did what?

I was trying to recoup
the situation because

Motika was important and blameless.

(sighs) I think we'd
better hear the rest of it.

Anything else?

Isn't that enough?

I spoke to Wheatley on
the phone this morning,

open code of course, but
his version is considerably

different to Wallace's.

He denies running a check?

He says that the Station
played it absolutely by the book.

Motika, didn't make the
rendezvous, Wallace panicked

and decided to go in
with all guns blazing.

That's a lie,

you know Sandbaggers
don't like using guns.

I know Caine doesn't.

You didn't, but Wallace?

He's to be taken off
Special Section duties

pending an investigation.

To hell with that.

I beg your pardon?

I believe Wallace.

I believe the Station Chief.

Well you would, wouldn't you?

Why?

Your bound to sympathize with Wheatley,

you were a Head of Station yourself.

And you were a Sandbagger.

The fact is that Wheatley is
infinitely more experienced

than Wallace, and he's a good officer,

and he could be the next DAS.

Quite, Wheatley has got a lot to lose

at this stage of his career.

But is it likely
that they would check

Motika the night before?

Yes, it's typical of
a Station to be more

concerned with its image than the job.

And equally typical of
a Sandbagger to blunder

about oblivious to the
political consequences.

Blunder about, by risking
his liberty, if not his life

to bring out a defector?

What he risked was a major

diplomatic incident with Poland.

You'd love to get rid

of Operations Directorate, wouldn't you?

What?

You'd sit here for
six months writing minutes

to each other before
you realized we'd gone.

We discussed your promotion
prospects the other day.

Yes.

One of my criticisms as
you'll recall, was of your

insular, not to say insolent
attitude toward other

directorates and authority.

If you suspend Wallace,
that'll all be academic

because I'll leave.

I won't be threatened Neil.

Nor will I sir.

Wallace is non-operational from now until

the inquiry is complete.

Then I want to talk to C.

As a director you have that right.

(door closes)

Someone has to be lying.

Agreed.

Then the most sensible
thing is an investigation,

during which, it wouldn't
be sensible to send

Wallace on a mission.

Look Neil, he armed himself
against Station advice,

he walked into what
could have been a trap,

was willing by his own
admission to try a bust out.

Only because the Station

put him in that intolerable position.

Not according to Wheatley.

Wheatley is protecting himself.

Then we must establish that before we

let Wallace loose again.

I'm sorry sir, I am not prepared to work

the Special Section with one Sandbagger.

I'm also not prepared to
have Wallace prejudged,

unless of course you intend
to relieve Wheatley on Station during--

That's impractical, as you well know.

All I know is that

it is impractical to suspend a Sandbagger.

Very well, we'll compromise.

If we get a special
operation, Caine will go.

If we get another during
Caine's absence, Wallace can go.

I can't accept that sir.

I'm not asking you to
accept it Neil, I'm telling you.

Either I run my department
as I see fit sir, or I go.

Are you set on destroying your career?

It's a question of loyalty sir.

I expect total loyalty
from my Sandbaggers,

and in return they have the right

to the same loyalty from me.

You realize that if I
agree to normal working now

at your insistence,

and the investigation
goes against...

You'd ask me to go with him, yes sir.

Alright. Normal working,
but you will cooperate fully

with the deputy chief's investigation.

The deputy chief's?

We're investigating
a senior Head of Station,

not just a Sandbagger.

But Peele believes the
Station, he told me so himself.

I'm quite confident
that the deputy chief

will be fair and impartial.

Well I'm not.

Don't push your luck
Neil, you haven't much left.

Understood sir.

Well I reckon you had dropped
yourself right in it, up to your neck.

I had to. If I allowed
Mike to be suspended,

he'd never be sure of me again.

A Sandbagger has got to
believe his D-ops would die

in a ditch for him come what may.

I suppose so,

if he thought that you'd
abandoned him over this.

Yes, and abandoned him
because of pressure from above.

Yeah, that's important.

It sure was a comfort to me on a mission

to remember you don't drink.

While you might not
know what you're doing,

at least you're not
smashed out of your brain

while you're doing it.

You have no idea what
this coffee does to me.

This ain't coffee, it's chemical warfare.

Perhaps we should send some up to Peele.

(laughs) He's not gonna
find for a Sandbagger, is he?

Let's wait and see, but I must admit--

(phone rings)

Given his usual attitude,
it's extremely unlikely.

Burnside.

C would like to see
you sir as soon as possible.

I'm on my way.

(sighs) C wants me.

(knocking on door)

Come in Neil.

Care for a drop of
rather indifferent plonk?

No thank you sir.

Sit down.

If you can switch your
mind from Poland to Sweden,

exclusive top secret from
Head of Station, Stockholm.

Yes sir.

Harry Maddison, do you know him?

Yes I do, he's Pro Special C.

Good, he's got himself a problem,

British businessman called
Littman, arms contracts

with the British and Swedish governments,

but appears to be hooked into the KGB.

Well we can ask MI5 to
check him out at this end.

It's a little more
complicated than that.

The KGB seems to be working
Littman, and Littman may be

working with Station number two.

Stockholm number two, that's Pat Bishop.

Bishop, yes.

But he's one of the
best intelligence officers

we've got on any field
station in the world.

Maddison seems pretty certain.

Bishop has dealings with Littman,

and Littman is having an affair

with a Swedish girl who is
known to be KGB recruited.

Then we'd better take a look at Bishop.

Special Section or counter-intelligence?

Special Section sir.
If Bishop's been turned,

I'd rather put a Sandbagger against him.

Caine?

Not sure, I'll have to work it out.

Very well, it's your decision.

Yes sir.

I should take it.

Yes I know you should,

but if you go to Stockholm, Mike
could think that we are suspending him.

Now why should he?

He's just come back from one
job, so I'm taking the next.

But if I send him, it would
demonstrate not only to him

but to Peele as well, that
we're standing by him.

I don't know, maybe.

I's a tough one. I mean
I'm a rotten investigator,

I know that.
Although I've had have some experience,

made a few of the mistakes already.

I know, but I still think
I ought to send Mike.

Look, if he cocks it
up, and he might well do,

it's gonna cut the ground
right from under your feet.

I know that too.

Why can't you send both of us?

That's too obvious, Mike would read it.

Anyway, I can't have both
Sandbaggers in one investigation.

If he realizes that you're sending him
just to prove a point,

it's gonna put him under more pressure.

Well I'll say he's got to
go because Bishop knows him.

Well it's true anyway.

Alright, let's get him on his way.

Oh, get an outside line will you?

Book an appointment soon
as possible with Jeff Ross.

Do you mean Jeff Ross

or do you mean his shapely assistant?

You mean Jeff Ross.

Sam.

(horns honking)

(toy dog thuds)

(laughing) Terrific isn't he yeah?

Jeff have you heard a
single word I've said?

Yeah I heard you Neil,
your boy is out on a limb

and Peele is busy sawing down the tree.

So, said boy mustn't blow his next job.

Yeah, which from the sound
of it, is all too likely.

Exactly.

Well, if I were you
Neil, I'd buy a farm.

Of course you could always get
a job with London Transport.

Jeff, I need backup.

Yeah, I know that Neil.

The only time you ever come to see me
is when you want backup.

Karen?

Karen is an officer of the
Central Intelligence Agency,

the US Central Intelligence Agency.

The terms of her contract don't allow
her to work for a foreign government.

Very funny, now
come on how about it?

Oh I don't know, I'd have to
check with Langley, Virginia,

where my bosses live and breathe,

and have their collective being.

Then get on with it.

Okay, but what's in it for me?

I'll buy you dinner.

Duh, come on! One lousy dinner?

Karen's Covert Action staff,
she's not the tea lady.

But I'll tell you what,

why don't you brief her yourself.

Well I wasn't planning
to send her a street map of Stockholm.

No no, I mean tonight, over dinner.

I need her in Stockholm
tonight, flight at 19:20.

Yeah, well you can forget
that, I won't get clearance

out of Langley before midnight.

Come on, use your initiative,
send her in anticipation of approval.

Well, the name's Jeff
Ross not Neil Burnside.

Really, I thought your name was Cupid.

Huh?

You're matchmaking.

(laughs) Come on, what
are you talking about?

I'm just trying to keep
you alive ole buddy.

Now you need to relax in the
company of a nice, delightful,

entertaining, you know, lady.

Besides, you can always put
it on your expense account.

My name's Neil Burnside, not Jeff Ross.

Come on, can't you screw
one dinner outta those guys?

I can't screw a taxi
fare out of them.

Yeah okay, okay, lots of free transport
when you're driving the buses.

Alright, alright, I'll buy her dinner.

God, you English are so romantic.

Hey Karen, put your clothes on

and come on in here, will you?

Yes, Jeff.

How about The Inn on the Park?

Chinese takeaway, more like.

Hello Neil.
-Karen.

Not playing with your dog, Mr. Ross?

Ah, if only he
could wag his tail like you.

Embarrassing, isn't he?

Yeah, well I'm
practising to be president.

Okay, park your best feature.

Well now, the Secret Intelligent Service

is in the deep fertilizer -- again.

They want you to bail them out.

Okay.

It's a big one, it's in
Stockholm, and it's complicated.

(bells ringing)

(knocking on door)

Mike Wallace?
-Yes.

Harry Maddison.

Hello sir, come in.

Welcome to Stockholm.
How was the flight?

Fine.

Sorry I couldn't collect you,
it seemed an unnecessary risk.

Photographs of subjects,
haunts, addresses, and maps.

I'll spend the evening on them.

Good.

The problem is twofold.
Firstly a man called Victor Littman,

British, talking to the
Swedish Air Force about

improved cross bomb sights for the Saab-37.

Air weapons expert?

Yes, but electronic
rather than ordinance.

Airborne computers, bomb
sights, head-up displays.

He works for The Royal Air Force too.

But?

He's a hard drinker,
a bit of a womanizer.

The story of my life.

Yes, but Littman's 56,
and he's totally infatuated

with a little blonde Swede of 27, 28,

name of Gustafsson.

And she's KGB recruited?

Oh yes, there's
no doubt about that.

And the second part of the
problem is your number two?

Yes that's right, Pat Bishop.

I discovered it all by accident,
but I now know for certain

that Bishop and Littman
are meeting secretly.

They're using dead letter
drops to each other,

they're making bump
contacts in crowded places,

you know, the whole works.

And passing what?

Well that I don't know.
But whatever it is,

it's going from Bishop to
Littman, Littman to Gustafsson,

and Gustafsson of course, all
the way to Garjinski Street.

Hmm, Bishop's married isn't he?

Yes, happily with two daughters.

Money troubles?

Anyone who works for the SIS

has money troubles Mike.

But his are no worse than yours or mine.

Blackmail?

I don't see how.
He doesn't play around,

non-smoker, no drugs of
course, moderate drinker,

in fact he's a damn good officer.

He's very popular with the Swedes.

I don't want to lose him Mike.

I don't think the Service
can afford to lose him.

(phone buzzes)

Yes, I'd like to place
a call to London please.

Mike?

Oh good evening sir.

I've met up with the local
storyteller, got the picture,

but I'm not sure what I should do next.

Are there complications?

No sir, it appears to be a
straight A to B to C routing,

and we know who D is.

The question is then Mike,
what's going along the route?

The question is there Mike,
what's going on on the route?

If it's a bag of sweets, we're alright.

If it's anything less digestible,
then we're in trouble.

I appreciate that sir, but
I don't see how I can find out

unless I make an interception,

and if I do that, I
risk blowing everything.

Agreed, so don't intercept.

Look, you might try and find out
why B is in the chain at all.

Why doesn't it go A to C,
cut out the middleman?

Yes sir, but, -- look if
I go in with both feet,

I could louse this.

Is there any chance of my big
brother taking this one sir?

There's no need for that,
but I'll send you some help.

Maybe the pretty one
from Grosvenor Square.

She's sure to have
played this game before.

Sounds good to me sir.

Alright then Mike, keep me posted.

I'll do that, good night sir.

Good night.

(knocking on door)

Yes Neil.

I have just had a phone call
sir from Wallace, Stockholm.

Yes?

He's asked for backup.

Does that present you with a problem?

No, it gives me a great
deal of satisfaction.

Oh?

It takes courage for
a Sandbagger to admit

he can't hack a mission.

And if Wallace is the hothead
that he'd been branded--

It could be that he's learning.

Yes.
-If so I'm glad to hear it.

But the Warsaw investigation goes ahead.

The allegations are
serious, Neil, on both sides.

You'll be sending Caine?

No I hope to use Karen Milner.

Will the CIA agree?

Well I hope so, it'll save committing

both Sandbaggers to one theatre.

It means admitting
to the CIA that we may have

a double agent in Stockholm.

I think it's more important

that we find out the truth.

Alright, I'll be at home
tonight if you need me.

Thank you sir.

I told you, Mike's okay.

And Pat Bishop?

It's just hard to believe.

I would have staked my life on him.

Mm, and for the same
reason Harry Maddison

would've thought 14 times
before sending that signal.

Anyway, I'm not sure
we should be handling this,

it's really counter-intelligence.

It could be, we won't know
until we get some kind of line on it.

Well MI5 might
have something on Littman.

Yes, but if they haven't,

they might wade in
themselves and screw Mike.

If Peele
doesn't screw him first.

(chuckles) It's been ominously quiet
from up there hasn't it?

Ah Neil, there you are.

Hello Willie.
-Sir.

I found the main culprit, Warsaw.

You know that Motika was
either coming to Warsaw

or going solo to Sweden.

Yes sir.

Wheatley said so in a signal.

Ops room picked up the
reference to Sweden,

copied it to the Scandinavian desk,

and the desk copied it to the Station.

So?

Stockholm Station, Bishop,

he'd have told his mates in the KGB,

KGB would've alerted the Poles.

What do you know about Bishop sir?

You know, don't you?

I know because the
Special Section is handling it.

Well I know because
I am the deputy chief.

Exclusive, top secret,
should be need to know.

On C's instructions, all
Deltec signals come to me.

Not much point of being
the deputy is there,

if I can't take over at a moment's notice?

Anyhow I must get on, I'm
off to Warsaw in the morning.

Is that wise?

I have to talk to Wheatley.

Presumably, you've
cleared it with the FCO.

I mean, deputy chief of SIS
going into the Eastern Bloc.

Wellingham has no objection.

I see.

I'm willing to accept that
it was Bishop that tipped

the Poles and not the Station's check.

That is not the issue Neil.

The point is whether or
not, as Wallace claims,

and Wheatley denies, the
Station made a check at all.

Yes but, Wheatley
is hardly likely to break down

and cry because you go there sir.

I was an instructor at Ashford once,

interrogation techniques.

Wouldn't it be wonderful
if the Poles arrested him?

Before he's been
brainwashed by Wheatley.

There's no way out of that one.

He's gonna give Mike a hammering isn't he?

You doing anything tonight?

Well I thought I'd catch up
on a spot of crochet work, yeah.

Could you hang around the ops room?

Are you going out?

Working dinner.

Wondered when she was
gonna get a briefing.

Well that's one for the book, isn't it?

Next time Ross wants a favour from us,

he's gotta take Peele to dinner.

So one of the important
things will be to discover

what Bishop's motivation is,

well if it isn't money, women, drugs.

Could be idealism.

Long term sleeper?

Philby was brilliant too.

It would've been safer
to have given it to Cl.

Mm, but there are arguments
for the Sandbaggers taking it.

I mean it could be politically sensitive.

And anyway it was a point
of principle to send Wallace? .. -

Yes.

Will you really go if
Peele finds for Wheatley?

I'll have to.

Or is it that you want to?

I'm sorry?

Jeff's told me this is
the second time you've

offered your resignation
in a matter of weeks.

Have you had enough?

Jeff's got some fairly
wild theories, hasn't he?

He's very fond of you,
and very worried about you.

And prepared to discuss this
with all and sundry, it would seem.

Don't you ever want to share problems

with someone you can trust?

Problems?

Isn't it true that a little while back,

Peele told you he wasn't
recommending you for a promotion?

Who else has Jeff informed,
The Washington Post?

Jeff knows that you're a career man,

that there is nothing in
your life except the Service.

And so he,

we, wondered if you,

if you're trying to orchestrate
your resignation before--

Before I'm passed over for promotion?

Yes.

Well let's get the record straight.

At this moment, I'm far
too junior to be promoted.

By the time I get into the promotion zone,

Peele will have gone, the
present C will have gone,

the whole Service may
have gone for all I know,

and I'm far too busy
to even worry about it.

My Sandbagger two, could be
fired by the end of the week.

One of my very best Station
officers could be doubling,

and I'm undermanned to the
extent that I've got to

ask for you help.
That doesn't thrill me at all.

I've taken you to dinner
because Ross forced me to,

not because I wanted to,
and certainly not because

I wanted to form a lonely hearts club.

Now have you got any more questions?

Hmm. Are you drinking coke or vinegar?

Well you're back early.

Not a moment too soon.

Anything from Mike?

If he's any sense, he'd be
at some Swedish massage parlour.

I see, like that was it?

No it wasn't, it was
civilized. Boring but civilized.

(phones rings)

Duty Ops officer.

This is Karen with
Jeff Ross, for Mr. Burnside.

Yes put him on.

Mr. Ross coming on the line sir.

Jeff?

I see.

I understand, thanks Jeff.

Bitch.

What?

According to Ross,

Langley won't approve
our using Miss Milner.

Well I suppose it was asking a lot.

Oh, be your age!
Ross hasn't heard from Langley.

Little Miss Moffet went
back to Grosvenor Square

and said no.

What the hell happened at dinner?

Right Sam, Sandbagger
one to go to Stockholm

first flight in the morning.

Will I add official
notification to Stockholm sir?

Affirmative, but ring the
Head of Station at his home

and let him know, and tell
Sandbagger two at his hotel.

[ Sam] Well the first
flight is at 9:20 Willie,

I may as well brief you now.

I can always sleep next year.

Well don't sleep on the job,

I want this one cracked early.

And uh, well after lunch tomorrow

you can start on something else hmm?

(yawns) Burnside, I'm at home.

(phone clanks)

(sighs)

When are you seeing Maddison again?

This evening.

According to Maddison, Bishop's
going to be out at three this afternoon,

to meet his Swedish contact.

Well, if you take Bishop
and I follow Littman,

we may meet again.

Wouldn't be surprised.

(bells chiming)

(horns honking)

Can I buy you lunch?

How did you find me here?

Trailed you,
wanted to say I'm sorry.

For what?

Last night, and because
those dumb sons of bitches

at Langley won't let me work for you.

Jeff went back to them,
protested, but it's no go.

Well it's not the
end of the world is it?

Will you send Willie now?

No, Mike can cope on his own.

Willie went out on BA
flight 650 this morning.

Taking a lot of interest
in this, aren't you?

I'm interested in the outcome, yes.

If the Sandbaggers blow it,

if Peele listens to Wheatley--

Jeff's worried about me again, is he?

Jeff doesn't know I'm here.

That ought to tell you something.

Yes, yes, those were the days.

Still you have done very well Matthew.

Knighthood must be just
around the corner now.

Oh I suppose so.
Won't make much difference to me,

but it'll mean a lot to Margaret.

And rightly, always
been my favourite lady.

Oh, no pun intended.
It is good to see you Matthew,

though I could have wished it was a
happier circumstance which brought you.

Oh I'm used to the havoc
wreaked by Burnside's boys.

Burnside, he was
insufferable as a Sandbagger

and I don't supposed he's improved now?

Not a great deal, no.

Wasn't he engaged to
that girl in operations?

And she was killed?

A girl Sandbagger. The first and last,

shot dead in Berlin.

Has it affected him?

Hard to tell what affects
Burnside. (laughter)

Car's ready sir.
-Splendid.

We thought we'd give you
a little tour of the city.

A cultural afternoon and
a mildly alcoholic evening.

Ah, lead on.

(watch ticking)

(horn honks)

(motor chugging)

(baby crying)

(drawbridge clicking)

(drawbridge clicking)

Stockholm?

Nothing sir. The deputy
chief arrived safely in Warsaw.

I'm glad to hear it. When's he due back?

[ Sam] Uh, 9:30 tomorrow morning sir,

the same flight that
Sandbagger two came back on.

(speaking foreign language)

(knocking on door)

Hi, Mr. Maddison.

Thanks.
Hello Willie.

Hello Harry.

So what happened this afternoon?

Well, you two are gonna
start wondering about me,

but Bishop changed his mind.

How?

Well it got to about
three o'clock and I told him

he had an appointment, he said,

"No, it's been cancelled."

Hence my waiting in vain all afternoon.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

When did he tell you about this meeting

with this Swedish contact?

Yesterday afternoon, he told me
he had to go out today about three.

Mm, well Littman kept the rendezvous.

Did he?

Yeah, a small bridge
about 10, 15 minutes drive

from your office.
-Mm hmm.

Littman arrived there at
3:15, he stayed til 3:40,

and he got a bit twitchy in the process.

Then what changed Bishop's mind?

A tip.

A tip from whom?

A duty ops officer,
a controller, Burnside?

Burnside?

Well a signals officer who
decrypted your exclusive,

C, Peele, their PSOs.

Any one of a dozen people.

Yes, but if Bishop was tipped,
why didn't he alert Littman?

Would you take the risk?

No I suppose not.

The fact that he didn't turn up today
is going to alert Littman.

We could arrange
to have his phones tapped

but we can't interfere
with the Swedish mail.

A little card into the post tonight,

Littman will know all
about it in the morning.

Hello, international call,
London, England please.

10 to one Peele claims

that we blew it and we're covering up.

No, Burnside won't let that happen.

Burnside won't be in
a position to stop it.

Burnside.

Hi boss.

Willie?

He's holed off.

What?

I said someone's been
whispering in Bishop's ear.

He's holed off.

And the other party?

Well the other party
tried to keep a date

this afternoon, but
they're bound to have some

break off procedure, aren't they?

I don't really think
there's any percentage

in chasing either of them now.

Can we narrow down the time
when our boy got the tip off?

No, it could've been any
time in the last 24 hours.

And Mike's not known to him
and he couldn't have seen me

because he was in his office
from the time of my arrival

until after he aborted
a three o'clock meet.

Hmm, and someone's made someone
else very happy with the phone call.

Won't be happy when
he's back at the ranch, will he?

True, true, there's gonna be
a few nervous breakdowns here.

The only thing I can
suggest is we start tracking

the romantic lead.
You know, the Swedish blonde.

Yes you could, but she should have been

included in the breakup,
but what you could--

Hang on.

I don't think they'll be able

to make all that clear.

No I said hang on.

"Jeff doesn't know I'm here,

that ought to tell you something."

I'm sorry are you talking to me?

No, I'm talking to myself.

Willie, I think I've been incredibly vain,

I thought I had a romantic lead of my own,

but that wasn't what she was telling me.

Um, I hope you're still
talking to yourself, eh?

Yes I am.

Okay Willie drop it, get yourself and Mike

back to London first
flight in the morning.

Uh, Harry's here now, do you
want to speak to him at all?

No, tell him to carry on as usual,

but he's not to alert Bishop in any way.

I'll explain when I see you, goodbye.

D-ops, let me talk to C.

One moment sir.

Yes Neil.

I've just been talking
to Caine in Stockholm.

Yes?

I think Bishop's a Company man.

What?

An agent of the CIA.

All the evidence points to it.

My request for CIA
backup was a simple one.

They owe me a couple of
favours but they refused it.

Yes?

Well I believe Ross
queried that refusal and then

Langley would have had
to tell him the truth.

Meanwhile, they tipped
Bishop to the fact that SIS

was investigating him
and told him to lie low.

It's all a bit circumstantial, isn't it?

So far, but today Karen
Milner met me at lunchtime,

and she revealed two things.

One, the CIA checked Willie's
departure from Heathrow,

now that's very unusual.

And two?

She was giving me this information

without Jeff Ross's knowledge.

Why should she tell you at all?

She knows the Special Section's
in trouble at this moment.

I know that the CIA has
penetrated the government

and the Ministry of Defence but,

are you sure they'd buy in to SIS?

Oh I don't think they bought in sir.

Bishop has been brilliant
since the day he joined SIS.

He was CIA recruited
before he joined us?

Why not? I mean it would
explain why he's so dedicated,

too good to be true,
working day and night,

never putting a foot wrong.

In line for higher things?

Director of intelligence,
head of a key station,

maybe deputy chief one day.

And all UK eyes only
material suddenly becomes

US, UK eyes only.

The CIA didn't tip Littman,
the British businessman?

No, which makes me think
that Littman was being used by

Bishop as a cutout, to
put distance between

himself and the KGB girl, Gustafsson.

To lessen the chance of
discovery by us or the Swedes?

Mm.

But if Littman is working for the KGB?

What the hell is Bishop giving him?

False CIA material
marked US-UK eyes only,

but backed of course

by genuine SIS goodies
to authenticate himself.

Well he's got to be stopped.

To put it bleakly, we need
the special relationship with the CIA.

We can't put it at risk
just to show them how clever we are.

No.

And if we make a straight,
direct, accusation --

Or even let them know
that we're sure that it's Bishop.

It'll drive a wedge between us.

That mustn't happen Neil.

If we lose the special relationship,

we may as well all pack up and go home.

Which means we got to have
a damn good cover story

when we get rid of Bishop.

With your permission sir,
I'd like to do it through Ross.

How?

Not sure.

We've got a problem you know?

We've got to find a legitimate
excuse for firing Bishop

without revealing what
we know, even to him.

I think I'll take a look
at Bishop's personal records,

see if I can find something to bite on.

Alright, but be careful.

I shall sir.

Oh uh, the Americans wanted Motika too.

So Bishop wouldn't have tipped the Poles.

So?

Well it must have been
Wheatley's check that did it.

The deputy chief
will be back tomorrow.

That's what I was thinking sir.

One thing at a time Neil.

You're about to walk a
tightrope with the CIA.

I appreciate that sir.

Well don't fall off,

or you'll take the special
relationship with you.

Yes sir.

(door thuds)

Come on, sit down Neil
you're making me nervous.

You want some coffee or tea?

No thanks.

Well I hear Karen enjoyed
her little dinner last night.

Did she?

Come on, you know damn well she did.

Of course she was a bit
upset with the Company

not allowing her to go to Stockholm.

But then so was I.
-Thanks anyway.

So how's it going out there?

Well Willie's come
up with a crazy theory,

but it does seem to fit.

Oh?

Well it's certain that
the Gustafsson girl is KGB,

and that Littman is their link to Bishop.

Any proof of Bishop's involvement?

He's far too clever for that.

But we can't believe he's
KGB, he's done too many

things against them in the past that he'd

needn't have done
just to hold down his job.

Well what else could he be?

Well as I said, it's
Willie's idea, not mine.

Go on.

Bishop's parents of course are British,

but he was born in Canada,

led a fairly nomadic
childhood, including a year

at an American university.

But he went back to Canada
to finish his education.

So?

Well, we know Canadian
intelligence is struggling

to get into the big league.

Yeah, I suppose it
would fit if he could--

We think so.

What are you gonna do Neil?

Recall him, ask for his resignation,

on the condition he doesn't tip Littman,

which we assume he
doesn't want to do anyway.

And then?

Well we'll make a
present of Littman to MI5.

What about Bishop?

Too embarrassing to
accuse the Canadians.

So if he goes quietly, we'll
just put it down to experience.

Thanks for letting me know.

How's it going on the Warsaw front?

Peele gets back in the morning.

Good luck.

It's got to be decided at some point.

Yeah.

(knocking on door)

Sorry sir, I was in the Ops room.

Good morning Neil.

Good morning sir.

Well you can tell him yourself Matthew.

I've no doubt at all
that Wheatley was lying.

The man's desperate to be the next DAS.

He'd sell his own grandmother,
let alone Wallace, to get the job.

Well we can make sure
that doesn't happen.

Indeed sir. At the same
time, you should do something

about the number two, Shearburn,

a terrible crawler.

I'm grateful sir.

It proves I haven't forgotten the old
interrogation techniques, eh?

No sir, thank you.

Oh, uh Neil, Sandbaggers back yet?

Any minute now sir.

I think I'd better see Wallace today,

just in case he feels
he was under a cloud.

Send him up to my office will you?

Under a cloud, wonderful.

Well I suppose we should be
grateful that Peele found for us.

Mm, even more grateful
that Karen gave you the word on Bishop.

It must have been very
tough for her, you know?

I mean she didn't actually
betray her own agent,

but at the same time
she gave you a chance.

Yes she did.

I suppose she
could rationalize it,

she knew that if Peele
went against us on Warsaw

and we couldn't hack the Stockholm job,

you, Mike and I would clear him.

So what?

Well, it would be just
to nice to think that

every CIA officer would
see a full operational

Special Section as more important
than one agent inside a friendly station.

You think that's why she did it?

Whatever the
reason, she had a lot of guts.

She's a stupid bitch.

You're not grateful to her?

When I want someone to
be sorry for me, I'll ask.

I feel sorry for you now if the best
you can do is kick her in the teeth.

She put personal considerations
before professional ones,

Do that in this business and you're dead!

Maybe you're dead already.

Go on.

I sometimes wonder
how much of you died in Berlin a year ago.

I mean, what are you afraid of?

You're afraid to reach out a hand in
case somebody might take it, aren't you?

Get out!

Well, tell me one thing,
what's wrong with Karen Milner?

Why do you resent her so much?

Because she's alive.