All language subtitles for The Ipcress File 1x05 - Episode 5 (English)

So, you're sending a couple
of spies to Sopinofu.

Shouldn't they be busy looking for
that missing scientist of yours?

Who says they're not?

Find out what she knows,
one way or another.

Talk to me about Ipcress.
Tell me what it stands for.

You don't have a patient here,

you have a scientific instrument
that's crucial to the mission.

Dalby's in Helsinki.

Any idea why? None of my business.

You'll need to be debriefed in London.

I will be waiting for you.

I got this bastard in my sights.

We have an interest in Palmer.
And if the situation changes?

Then you'll be the first to know.

You're being set up as a Soviet spy.

It's not the Soviets that
abducted Professor Dawson,

it's the Americans.

'I think we can contain this.'
I have confidence that you will.

'Let's not leave any loose ends.'

They'll be coming for you.

Get out, Harry. Concentrate on
getting off this island alive.

I don't think you got it in you
any more, Harry.

"President of the United States of
America to Joint Chiefs of Staff,

"12th June 1963.

"And so, notwithstanding
the success of the recent test,

"it is the decision
of this administration

"that the Enhanced Radiation Weapon
programme

"be discontinued forthwith.

"And a treaty to ban all
nuclear testing will be drawn up."

I am sorry, sir.

Who the hell's this?

We gave him a school physics paper.
Couldn't answer a single question.

Some forms of viral encephalitis
can result in state like this.

Lead poisoning, of course,
or drug toxicity.

Prospects for recovery?

Limited, I'd say.

'Can't remember a thing.'

Not so far. Nothing between
the abduction and his return.

If it was an abduction.

Look, William, move on.
The Americans are our allies.

Next month, JFK will be
paying us the honour of a visit,

and your disruptive theories
will not be welcome.

Concentrate on what you can do
to fend off the envious vultures

that circle your department.

This new defector, for example.

Dr Lavotchkin. Sounds promising.

Top notch boffin from the East. Yes.

My agents are to debrief her,
and I'll present my recommendation.

Did you kill her?

No, Palmer, you did.

Don't you wanna know
what we're gonna do to you?

Take me out to dinner, perhaps.

Any day now,
I will receive a verbal instruction.

The water beneath us is 4,500 feet deep.

Under cover of darkness, we will
tie you to a 200lb block of concrete

and drop you into the ocean.

I see.

I did wonder, but now
you've put my mind at rest

The next time you hear that
door open will be the last time.

'Palmer was convinced

'and had reason to believe
that Dawson was on that island.'

But provided to no evidence
to confirm that,

and now Palmer is the one
who is missing.

But from his conversations
with Dr Newton...

Who is, tragically, deceased.
Possibly suicide, possibly not.

The list of things we will
never know grows ever longer.

The Americans know where Palmer is.

Not according to them, they don't.
Then they're lying.

There's nothing we can do.

Our hands are tied.

And in the interests
of trans-Atlantic relations,

we are obliged to let the matter rest.

And Harry? I hope he's all right.

That's the best I can offer.
Do you see, Jean?

Bluntly, Corporal Palmer is not
worth the special relationship.

'On December 29th 1962,
President John F Kennedy

'welcomed home members
of the Cuban exile Brigade

'who were taken prisoner by Fidel Castro

'after the failed Bay of Pigs invasion.

'This rally, in Miami's Orange Bowl,

'was also intended to reconcile
the President

'with the Cuban exile community.

'Many felt he had not given the invasion

'sufficient military support.'

'Gentlemen of the Brigade,
I need not tell you...'

Not every day I get a visitor.

Would have rolled out the red carpet
if I'd had more notice.

How you doing? I'm OK. How you doing?

Well, let's add it all up, shall we?

I'm a cripple. Mary's gone,
which is for the best for her

because I would not want her
to be with a cripple.

I'm broke,

on account of the invasion
not being officially sanctioned.

So, being crippled, wasn't
officially in the line of duty,

which is for the best for America

because I would not want America
to have to finance a cripple.

So that leaves pretty much... as I am.

But, hey, going through all my shit...

...look what I found.

They were good men. You can keep it.

I never was much of one for mementoes.

I want you to keep it.

Do you ever think about
how it could've been different?

Every day.

One squadron of F-11s
is all it would have taken.

One damn squadron.
That's all we had to send.

We could've marched all the way
to Havana and smoked a cigar.

We could.

I see you still got his picture up.

Well, I'm Irish. I voted for him.

So did I.

Look, anything I can do for you? Sure.

Before you go,
there's a .38 in the bedroom

and a box of ammunition.

Kind of awkward to load with one hand,

so if you wouldn't mind slotting
one round into the chamber

before you go, I'd be so very grateful.

'Obviously, we're delighted

'you wish to make
the United Kingdom your home,

'that you would wish
to contribute your skills

'to assisting with our defence.'

Nevertheless, I must emphasise
the more you tell us, the better.

An attitude of complete candour
will work in your favour,

no matter how awkward.

I understand. Thank you.

And with that understanding,
we shall proceed.

'Let's start at the beginning, shall we?

'Tell us about your childhood.'

Somewhere to live? Yes.

What's wrong with your parents?
They've a nice house, haven't they?

Yes, but I don't want
to live there any more.

Why not?

That's not your business.

So this is for you and your fiance,
is it?

Just me.

And when you're married?
I'm not getting married.

Oh, I thought you were. Well, I'm not.

Why not?

Lavender Gardens, number 41. 41?

That's what it says.
Well, that's Palmer's.

Well, he won't be needing it
for a while, will he?

Not fond of him, were you?

Because I shouldn't think
we'll ever see him again.

You must be disappointed.

Yeah, that's what everyone
keeps telling me.

Aren't you?

Disappointed? Yeah.

That we backed down in the face
of communist aggression?

That we attempt to appease an
ideology that cannot be appeased

by disavowing the weapons
of superiority?

Disappointed barely
scratches the surface.

Seven years I gave to that project.

Seven years of skirmishes
in the Pentagon and Congress.

Seven years of herding scientists.

Delivered the tool
to neutralise their tanks.

All cast aside at the stroke
of a presidential signature.

Life is hard.

We serve as best we can.

Exactly, besides,
the project leaves many benefits.

I particularly enjoyed
our collaboration.

There was an asset
whom we did not trust.

Your technique ensured his loyalty.
That was impressive.

I don't pretend to understand
the finer details

of the physiology of the human brain,

but being able to shape a man,
to control how he thinks,

what he believes in, what he does.
Now, that's interesting.

He was damaged in the process.
Nevertheless, it worked.

The neutron bomb exploded.

General, can I ask what you want?

As you know, Paul,

I make it my business to learn
all I can about people I work with.

I know about your experiences...

...and your disappointments
with our esteemed leader.

And I am here today, representing
a number of like-minded men...

...many of whom, like me,

have sworn an oath to defend
the constitution...

...as I believe you have, too.
My disappointments?

Let's talk about that English spy.

Who, Palmer? That's the one.

Where is he now? He's off shore,

in international waters,
outside of any jurisdiction.

Officially, he disappeared.

Unless my department
can find a use for him,

his disappearance will be permanent.

Must be a use for a man like that.

Ex-military. Discredited.
Criminal record.

No-one to stand up for him
if things go wrong.

A disturbed and dangerous man,

capable of perpetrating a heinous crime.

Is this entrapment?

Maybe I should call the FBI.
What's stopping you?

And tell them what, incidentally?

General, as much as I might
share your feelings...

There is an impediment
to the defence of our nation.

You know that as well as I do.

The only question you have
to ask is yourself is...

...what am I prepared to do about it?

Now you're going to sleep, Mr Palmer,

and, when you wake up,
everything will be different.

'Talk to us about
the years before your arrest.

'Living in Moscow,
working at the institute.

'What was the atmosphere like?'

Frightening, sometimes.

I mean, under Stalin,
we were accustomed to fear,

but still, you had to be very careful

and you never knew who to trust.

Did you have a boyfriend? Sorry?

A boyfriend.

Well... no-one special.

But a boy? Or boys?

'Yes. Dates,
I suppose you might call them.'

'Tell me about them.'

'All of them?'

'Yes, all of them.'

He's a grown man.
He doesn't just go missing.

The Americans have control
of the island.

Their official statement
is that they cannot find him.

And you don't believe that?

I don't know.

But you're in this, too, aren't you?
Working for the government.

Yes. Spying, isn't it?

Yes.

And how does that work?

I mean, what is it you actually do?

It's gathering intelligence
and providing analysis...

...and using people.

Exploiting them, somehow or another.
That's what we have to do.

We find whatever weakness they have

and then we manipulate them
into helping us.

That's it, really.

If they're honest people,
we exploit their decency,

and if they're dishonest,
we exploit their guilt.

You see, everyone has something.

We lie to them and twist them,
so they come to trust us

and depend on us
when they really shouldn't...

...tell us things
they're not supposed to,

often at great risk to themselves.

If it's going well,
maybe we'll allow them think

that they're the ones twisting us.

...whilst always aware

that they might playing
exactly the same game.

Are you good at it?

Yes.

Welcome to China, Harry.

Did you enjoy your flight?

You know, our American friends
have been very kind.

They've told us all about you,
which is good news for you and me.

Means we don't have waste
a lot of time with questions.

Now, I understand
you were in Korea, yes?

You killed a lot of people, Harry,
a lot of men in one night.

A lot of Chinese men.

You shot them dead.

I want to take you back
to those days, Harry.

I want you to feel like you did then.

Do you see the enemy, Harry?

This is the enemy.

You're going to feel a pain now,
a pain deep inside your soul.

The pain will come back again and again.

But when you are ready
to kill the enemy...

...the pain will stop.

I wonder if you're at all concerned

about the consequences of your action.

Consequences?

Well, for anyone who defects,
there's the risk the authorities

may punish those they leave behind

and you have a brother, Dr Lavotchkin.

They will not hurt him.

No? He wasn't part of my escape.

He lives in Moscow.

And he's a respected
member of the party.

But even so, they may persecute him.

And his family, his wife, his children,

in order to punish you for leaving

and to deter others
who might plan the same thing.

Doesn't that concern you?

No. No.

I don't think they would do that.

He's a very good citizen.

I think they will leave him alone.

'I think she's lying, sir.'

About what?

It's difficult to say. I mean...

Factually,
as far as we're able to discern,

it all seems plausible, it's just...

Emotionally, if you see what I mean?
I'm not sure that I believe her.

Alice?

Well, I'm inclined to agree
with Mr Chilcott-Oakes.

She's hiding something, sir.

Frankly, sir, I don't trust her.

Thank you.

Well, while I respect your instincts
and experience,

I hope that, for your report,
you will limit yourself to the facts

and abstain from conjecture.
Of course, sir.

And, on the basis of fact,
I'll make a decision.

One other thing, sir.

She says that her brother will be safe.

We all know that's not true, don't we?

Well, I agree, that's a possibility.

It's more than that, sir.

It's how they do things, isn't it?

Standard practice.

A week or so from now,

the Soviet embassy will issue a note,

just to let us know
that he's been arrested

and then, we'll have to decide
whether to tell her or not.

Don't worry, Harry.

It's painful, I know,
but soon this will be over.

Soon, you will be back home.

When you are ready,
you will go to sleep,

just like coming here,
and when you wake up, big surprise.

Harry is back in England!

Maybe you can live with Deborah and Pete

and they will look after you
and everyone will be so happy.

I can't help but feel that you and I...

that we have unfinished business,
professionally.

About your qualities
as an intelligence officer.

I think we should
continue to have that conversation.

Where's Palmer?

I knew that you'd want to ask about him.

It's a fair question. I come prepared.

As much as we know.

Karl Davitz
is a 26-year-old army Lieutenant.

Unblemished record,
fine career ahead of him,

or at least he did have.

Lieutenant Davitz
was supposed to fly out of Sopinofu

three days after the test.

But the Lieutenant got drunk
the night before departure

under circumstances which are still
the subject of investigation.

He woke up at noon,
having missed his flight.

Only, according to the personnel log,

he, in fact, boarded
the Convair C-131 as planned.

By the time we were notified,

the flight had already touched down
in California.

That same day, someone using
the Lieutenant's passport

boarded a flight from San Francisco
to Mexico City

and changed there for one to Madrid.

Thereafter, the trail goes cold
and we can assume that Palmer

has ditched that passport
and found a new one.

He's back in Europe, Jean,

and I wouldn't be surprised
if he's back in England.

I hope you believe me.

You must be exhausted,
coming all that way.

China? Yeah.

Bloody hell.

Bit close to Korea, that is.

Too close, I can tell you.

What did they want with you?

It's difficult to say, really.
Did they hurt you?

I think they tried to.

I think they want me
to do something for them.

Dunno what it is yet, though.

But I've got this feeling
they want me to hurt someone.

You wouldn't hurt anyone. Not now.

But I have done, haven't I?

That was a long time ago.

You're a gentle soul, Harry.

They're wasting their time
if that's what they want out of you.

Apart from... What?

Pete! Sorry, love.

No, what is it? No, nothing.

That fellow in Beirut.

What? The American.

Shot him, didn't you?

How do you know about that?
He had children, didn't he?

What? Two little daughters.

And that doctor on Sopinofu.

Poor woman, eh?

What was it, suicide? Murder? Who knows?

Got to say, either way,
had your fingerprints all over it.

Morally speaking, I mean.

I'm disappointed, Harry.
I thought you'd changed.

He's still got it in him, Debs.

Stop it! I won't! I won't kill anyone!

How do you know? You're a killer, Harry.

That's all you are now.

Nothing but a killer,
waiting for a victim.

They won't harm him.

How do you know?

Because, crudely, his value
as a lever of extortion against you

depends upon his being alive.

I'm sorry. It's my fault. No.

I thought it would be a clean break,
that I could free you

and there would be no consequences.
I miscalculated.

There's nothing we can do now.
Oh, there is.

I will go back. I have no choice. No.

I can't leave my brother in a prison!

There is another way.

I will have to pay, somehow. That's all.

A quid pro quo.

You make it sound so simple.

Well, it happens.

What, payment?

Stok is a pragmatist.

What he will ask from you is betrayal.

We can reach an agreement.

I will go back. Tell him that...

No, please.

You are free now.
I will do whatever I need to do.

Do you remember where you were?

Do you remember anything that happened?

Or who you were with?

Did you meet Doctor Karen Newton?

Is this where you sat?

What did they do to you in this chair?

Did it start at Professor Radley's?

We're both thinking the same thing.

Look...

I know you have a great sense
of loyalty towards Mr Dalby.

Oh, you know that, do you?

How very well informed you must be

That he brought back
your husband's wedding ring

after he buried him
by that God-forsaken railway.

I would honestly prefer it if you
DIDN'T stray into personal matters.

Alice.

There's something he's not telling us.

When he was in Moscow,
he knew people in dissident circles.

Of course he did,
he was an intelligence officer.

Some of those dissidents
were also friends of hers.

Their contacts overlapped.
But they never mentioned each other.

I've been back over all his reports
from 1952 and he never mentions her.

And Dalby was already married?

Yes.

And, yes, we are both thinking
the same thing.

Vienna? Yes.

More trade discussions, I suppose.

No.

Not trade discussions.

That's not what I do,
as a matter of fact.

I'm sorry, but I don't understand.

I've never worked
for the Board of Trade.

I am the director
of an intelligence agency

under the aegis
of the Ministry of Defence.

I am, I suppose, a spy.

I have been since about 1948.

A year before we were married.

Yes.

I've had enough of deception, you see.

I see.

And is there anything else
you want to tell me about?

'Conditioning Models And Their Benefits:

'Physical And Neurological.

'Key vectors towards
subconscious cognitive triggers.

'One - induction of
serotonin-norepinephrine responses

'through pharmacological intervention.

'Two - psychological susceptibility
of subject

'through physical breakdown.

'Three - conditioning of subject
via triggering of previous trauma.

'Four - repetitive arousal

'through audio-visual sensory stimuli.

'Five - synchronous sedation.'

'It's from her diary.'

'The use of LSD, Amatol and Amphetamine

'produces a disordered cognitive state -

'similar to extreme sleep deprivation.

'Such psychological distress renders
the patient amenable to suggestion.

'New beliefs can be embedded
and future behaviour controlled.'

'Do you see your enemy, Harry?

'When you kill the enemy,
the pain will stop.'

'The therapy carries a risk
of chronic cognitive impairment.

'But our research indicates
this may be due to drug withdrawal.

'We propose that restoration
of both stimulus and medication

'will restore cognitive function.'

I don't imagine
this will be easy for you.

You are, after all, a patriot, like me.

But also, a realist.

I think you knew in your heart

that we would be having
this conversation.

I mean, you knew this was a trap.

And that if you fell in,

there would come a day for you
to hear the price.

I hoped that we might come to
some sensible agreement.

"Some sensible agreement."

How very English.

Let's start with what you want.

For what you will give me,

I promise to release Dr Lavotchkin
from her duties to the Motherland,

from her obligations to our service,

and I will guarantee that her relatives

will be left to the quiet enjoyment
of their lives.

That is what you want, isn't it?

Yes. It is.

You had a chance
to purchase that freedom,

but instead you chose violence.

For that, I forgive you.

But now, as you come to me,
already in possession,

the price has gone up.

You will be like Burgess or Maclean.

You will send me every secret
that crosses your desk.

As simple as that.

You will betray your country,
and in return,

the woman you love can live
in peace and harmony with you.

And when the day comes,
as it always must,

when you are discovered and you must
flee from your homeland,

I will greet you in Moscow.

With a kiss on each cheek
and a medal on your chest,

and you will be a hero.

You'll get a decent apartment,
and you and I can meet and talk,

and drink tea and play chess.

I know this is not what you
looked forward to in your old age,

but it's not so bad, Dalby.

It's better than living your life
with a broken heart.

He asked me, or instructed me,
to do the unthinkable.

And what shocks me is I don't
find it so unthinkable any more.

I tell myself there's a way out of this.

There always is.

I'm clever, that's what they say.

I've been doing this for years,
as long as he has.

There is a way out of this.

Yet, because I'm clever,

because I've been doing this
for years, I know...

...there's no way out.

I'm trapped.

You don't have to decide.

Not now.

You go home. Sleep, rest...

You will think more clearly.

I'm not going home, Polina.

I never imagined what I'd do for you.

Open wide.

There you go.

Ready? Are you sure this is safe?

Professor Dawson?

I want you to tell me
everything that happened to you.

Everything that happened.

General Cathcart.

Sorry to disturb you in the middle
of the night, sir.

I just thought you ought to know -
we have a problem.

They can make you do whatever they want.

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