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The question is, that this House approve
Her Majesty's government policy

on internal security.

Sir George Wheeler.

Dr. Johnson said

that ''Patriotism was
the last refuge of a scoundrel. ''

If this is true, you see before you a viIIain.

Unmasked and unashamed.

Except that with me,

patriotism is not a refuge,

it is a proud vantage point
on which I take my stand.

And certainIy it was never Iast,

but aIways,

throughout my 25 years
as a member of ParIiament,

aIways first.

My first priority, my first endeavor,
my first proud duty.

This nation of ours has withstood the
shock of foreign arms for many centuries.

But today we face a subtIer

and potentiaIIy much more
dangerous enemy.

I'm referring to our compIacency,

our permissiveness,
and our aII too frequent eagerness

to surrender those vaIues

which many men
gave their Iives to preserve.

We must fight, my friends,

we must fight aII those
who seek to undermine

the quaIity of our British way of Iife,

whether they be gunmen in the streets,

whether they be subversive elements
from foreign lands

or whether they be

weak-kneed men in our own high places.

-Good day.
-Mr. Rearden.

He's expecting you.

Go straight in.

-Mackintosh.
-HeIIo, Rearden.

Bring in some tea, wouId you, Mrs. Smith?

PeopIe who work in offices
drink tea aII the time.

-Mrs. Smith?
-She's in the know.

-How was the fIight?
-Not bad.

Good.

I think we'II wait untiI the girI
brings in the tea before we start.

AII right.

-How's your accent?
-It's aII right.

Fair dinkum, cobber.

WouId you Iike me to sing
Waltzing Matilda?

TeII me,

what is the most outstanding property
of the diamond?

-Come again?
-The diamond.

It's forever.

The size.

You couId put diamonds worth 100,000 ps

into a package hardIy big enough

to write an address
and Ieave room for a stamp.

You mean they send diamonds
in the maiI?

Every day.

The insurance companies
have great trust in the GPO.

Used to have couriers,

but the couriers got to be known
by the wide boys.

There were a number of beatings-up
and a few deaths.

Another thing was that,
humans being but human,

couriers couId be corrupted.

Anyway, the courier system feII through
for a number of reasons.

But what about the present system?

Once a parceI is swaIIowed up
in the maw of the post office,

not even God can extract it. And why?

Because it is just one of miIIions of parceIs
that are passing through the maiIs.

-Do you foIIow me?
-Sure. So far.

The stones are sent in aII sizes
and shapes of parceI.

The parceIs are IabeIed
in a muItitude of ways.

Anything to confuse the issue.

The most important thing
is the anonymity of the destination.

There are a number
of accommodation addresses,

having nothing to do
with the diamond industry,

to which the stones are sent.

And the same address
is never used twice running.

Very interesting.

Take a postman, waIking up the street.

Not an unusuaI sight.

He's carrying say, 100,000 ps
worth of diamonds.

But he doesn't know it
and nor does anyone eIse.

Not even the recipient.

As there's no guarantee of deIivery
at any specific time.

Now, l know when
a parcel of diamonds is being sent.

l know the packaging
and it's unmistakable,

and l know the accommodation address.

l've rented an office on the same floor...

-Good day.
-Afternoon, sir.

Your ticket and passport.

You have to write your number in words.

The number is 10365.

This number, written on the right
check form in pIace of a signature,

wiII reIease to you any amount of money
up to 40,000 pound sterIing.

Or its equivaIent in any currency you wish.

I know a good deaI about you,
Mr. Rearden, from Mackintosh.

He said you are the best.

That's surprising, he's very cIose-mouthed.

He trusts me.

Good Iuck.

-WouId you Iike me to stay?
-Sure. I'd be deIighted.

That's the Ieast I can do.

-You mean, just an act of mercy?
-No.

I said that to seem Iess wanton.

Okay.

Rearden.

Hi.

Anything in there for me? I work inside.

I'II have a Iook, sir. What's the name?

No need for that.

-Yes?
-Mr. Rearden?

-Are you Joseph Rearden?
-That's right.

We're poIice officers.

We hope you can assist us
with our enquiries.

I don't see how.

I'm a stranger in London.
Just got in from Sydney.

We know aII that, Mr. Rearden.
May we come in?

This is Detective Sergeant Jervis
and my name is BrunskiII.

WeII, why don't you sit down?

We're making some enquiries
about the theft of a package

from a postman
in Leather Lane this morning.

What can you teII us about it,
Mr. Rearden?

Nothing.

-Like I toId you, I'm a stranger.
-Come, Mr. Rearden.

-You can do better than that.
-AII right.

You teII me what
I'm supposed to have done

and I'II teII you whether I did it.

How did you scrape your knuckIes?

Shadow boxing a Iamppost.
I got a IittIe pissed Iast night.

You won't mind if we
search your room, Rearden?

Yeah, I do mind.

-UnIess you got a warrant.
-I think you'II find this in order.

You won't find anything.

Whether he does or not,

I must ask you to come aIong
to the poIice station.

You'II have to arrest me first.

Very weII, Mr. Rearden,
I arrest you on suspicion

of assauIting a postman in Leather Lane

at about 9:30 this morning.

-Does that satisfy you?
-It'II do for starters.

What's the matter, Rearden? Nervous?

-Not reaIIy.
-WeII, you ought to be.

The postman's in a bad way.
You hit him too hard.

-He may hand in his chips.
-Which postman?

I knew you'd say that. I'm psychic.

We have treatment for that nowadays.

What did you do with the diamonds,
Rearden?

Since you're psychic,
you know what I'm gonna say.

You're gonna say,
''Which diamonds?'' Right?

Right.

I don't Iike you, Rearden.
You're a bIoody crook.

I'd Iike to get you aIone,
aII to myseIf, for about 10 minutes.

We've been having a wonderfuI time
together, Inspector. Rearden and me.

Lots of jokes and Iaughing.

My troubIe is, I got no sense of humor.

But I'm an absoIute bugger for fiIes.
I Iove specific information.

Now, you've been shy, Rearden.
I mean, shy about your achievements.

You don't have to be
Iike that anymore with me.

I've got your record here from InterpoI.

Fingerprints, mug shots,
Iots of juicy gossip.

I shouId put that paper down.

One conviction, that's the Iot.

Why were you fIying
to SwitzerIand tomorrow?

Because I'm a tourist.

It's your first time in EngIand, too, isn't it?

Look, I'm getting sick of this.
I want my soIicitor.

-Anyone particuIar in mind?
-Yeah. CaII 586-7595.

Mr. Usher.

A tourist in EngIand for Iess than a week

and he's got his bIoody soIicitor
ready and fixed?

And the right soIicitor, too.

When you were a IittIe boy, Rearden,

what did you want to be
when you grew up?

A waIIoper.

A poIiceman.

But you couIdn't make it,

so you became the next best thing, a thief.

Come on, Rearden.
TeII us about the diamonds.

WeII, it's just Iike you said it was,
onIy it's the other way around.

I'm the postman.

The guy you think is the postman,
he cIipped me,

took the diamonds and changed cIothes.

He's the one you want, sport.

I'd have toId you straight off,
except he's me brother.

It may seem strange
to the court, Mr. Boyd,

to send ?140,000 worth of diamonds
through the post.

-Is that unusuaI?
-Not reaIIy.

The insurance companies
regard the GPO quite highIy.

It's a matter of statistics.

Very few parceIs are Iost.

How wouId your firm account
for the robbery in Leather Lane?

Quite simpIy.

The thief had inside information.

Thank you, Mr. Boyd.

-Cross examination, Mr. RoIIins.
-As your Lordship pIeases.

WeII, he had an advantage over me.
I mean, he took me by surprise.

I wasn't expecting it.

Otherwise, I'd have got him for sure.
I reaIIy wouId've cIobbered him.

I'm quite sure that you wouId have,
Mr. Bugner.

Now, Iet us return to this point.

You have no doubts
that the man who assauIted you

is the man seated there,
in the dock, Joseph Rearden?

That's him, aII right.
No mistake about that.

No more questions, my Lord.

Acting on information received,
I went with Detective Sergeant Jervis

to see Rearden at his hoteI.

And what happened then?

His answers to my questions were such
that I arrested him

on suspicion of having been
connected with this crime.

And then?

Now, Inspector, may I take you back?

You said,
''Acting on information received.''

How did this information come to you?

-There was a teIephone caII.
-From whom?

Inspector, couId it possibIy
have been anonymous?

Yes.

You caII that evidence!
A goddamn phony phone caII!

SiIence in court!

-The whoIe thing's been rigged!
-You wiII be siIent, sir!

-That postman's a Iying bastard!
-You wiII be siIent!

Restrain that man!

-Sit down.
-Look, I stood up aII right.

I guess I can sit down, aII right?

Any further disturbance,
and you wiII be removed

from the proceedings
untiI you can controI yourseIf.

The prisoner wiII rise.

Joseph Rearden.

You have been found guiIty
of steaIing by force

a packet of diamonds vaIued at ?140,000.

In the normaI course of events,
such a crime as yours, a crime of vioIence,

wouId be punished by the heavy sentence
of 14 years imprisonment.

My caIcuIation, however, informs me

that for those 14 years

you wouId be receiving an annuaI income

of ?10,000, tax free.

Now, it is not the function of this Court

to make the fees of crime attractive.

Joseph Rearden,

I sentence you to 20 years imprisonment.

-Take him down.
-WeII.

Be upstanding in court.

Up the stairs.

Right.

Left.

Stop. This is yours.

Any of you men feeIing unweII?

Pick up your chamber pot,
and prepare for sIopping out.

I haven't used it.

It gets sIopped out
whether you used it or not.

Do as you're toId with no argument.

That's Iesson number one.

Anyone sick?

Any of you men feeIing unweII?

Come on, get up.

Come aIong there.

Anybody sick?

-You Rearden?
-Right.

My name's PaImer. I Iike you.

You hardIy know me.

That doesn't matter.

Come aIong.

Do you think you'd Iike to dance with me?

I can't make it go that way.

-You sure?
-Yeah, I'm pretty sure.

It might depend on how Iong I'm in here.

Ask me again in a coupIe of years.

No offense. If you change your mind,
I'm in the phone book.

They're the high security risks.

The Iast one with the screws, that's SIade.
He was a Commie spy.

Masqueraded as an EngIishman
for 28 years. Dirty Red.

ShouId have hung him.

HaIt!

Break off.

HaIt!

Break off.

Here you are.

Take it, I've onIy got syph.

-What are you in for, Buster?
-Mopery.

Exposing yourseIf to a bIind woman.

No, I'm an inside man, reaIIy.
Went up the wrong drainpipe.

Come in two Christmases ago,
doing a five.

Who knows, next time.

Try the straight and narrow.

StrictIy for the peasants.

CouIdn't imagine myseIf working in a
garage aII week getting bIack and greasy.

Ever go over the waII?

Easy enough to get over,
but it gets hard the other side.

HeIicopters, radios, poIice dogs.
It's Iike a bIeeding army maneuver.

Most of them run round
eating raw turnips for a week.

No future in it.

Like the toiIet said to the fIower girI,
''Let's refIect on that.''

That feIIa there's in for rape. Got six years.

Found the underwear in his car.

FeIIa over there, doing Iife.

Murdered an oId woman.
Mistaken his wife.

He was pissed at the time, of course.

SaIt?

Mr. Rearden, isn't it?

Soames-TreveIyan here.
We haven't met yet.

About time we shouId, don't you think?

There's been a Iot of Ioose taIk IateIy.

You know how the word gets around.

Prison's a great pIace for gossip, you see.

-Is that right?
-Gossip about you.

TaIk's the onIy thing
that comes easy around here.

Oh, Iet's not be unpIeasant,
my dear feIIow.

You never know
when a few friends might turn up

to ease the pain of Iife, so to speak.

-TeII me.
-Scarperers.

Never heard of them.

WeII, they're a speciaI bunch for
breaking out Iong-termers, Iike you.

They're a bit expensive,
but they guarantee deIivery.

-Am I boring you?
-Christ, no.

-AII comes out Iike music.
-WeII, they're very efficient chaps.

How are you, my dear feIIow?

How are you going?

Catching up on my education.

-HeIps pass the time.
-Oh, I dare say.

Good stuff, Dickens.
Now, he understood the criminaI mind.

I'm afraid, as our time is rather short,

we must have a IittIe discussion
aIong pecuniary Iines.

-Bugs Bunny.
-PreciseIy.

-How much?
-WeII, it's a IittIe Iike tax coIIecting.

You made off with ?140,000.

My friends want haIf.

?70,000.

Oh, kiss my ass, CoIoneI BIimp.

It was exactIy ?120,000 on the drop.

The owners pumped it up
a bit for the insurance.

Nobody seIIs at fuII price.

Besides, I had a partner.

What, did your partner shop you?

If he did, that means you're broke,

and therefore, you're a very duII person
and of no interest to anyone.

No, he's not the one who shopped me.

Very weII. How much was your take?

The Historical Road of Eastern Orthodoxy.

ExceIIent prison fare.

-My cut was ?40,000.
-So, it's stiII haIf.

In 20 years, at ?1,000 a year,
it's cheap at haIf the price.

They take you over the waII,
deIiver you outside the country.

I've got a question.

If your jokers are so fIaming good,
what the heII are you doing in here?

WeII, that's a very embarrassing question,
my dear Rearden.

I'm afraid I can't afford
to run with this crowd.

In any case,
I've onIy two more years to serve.

I'II buy that. Get on with it.

WeII, first they do a Iot of homework.

You know, poke around Sydney.

TaIk to aII your oId friends,
and if you check out, they take you on.

Oh, and by the way,
they'II require ?5,000 as a sort of deposit.

The rest is payabIe on deIivery.

I don't Iike the ruIes.

WeII, they make the ruIes,
oId man, not you.

Oh, and by the way, they onIy ask once.

Now, are you in or out?

Right! Everybody from D BIock, out!

Give me a check on
the Ausfuhren HandeIs Bank, Zurich.

Ausfuhren HandeIs Bank, Zurich.

Righty-ho.

Hey.

One, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, ten.

Check.

Care for a game, my dear feIIow?

WeII.

CongratuIations!

You certainIy passed muster in Sydney.

-I wouId.
-WeII, it's aII set.

You'II be taken out in dayIight.

DDD 1500 hours, Saturday.

The southwest corner of the exercise yard.

It's a date.

IncidentaIIy, you won't be going out aIone.

-How many others?
-Oh, no, no, onIy the one. SIade.

-SIade?
-Try not to bump into him on the way out.

My friends wouIdn't Iike that.

You see, he's worth rather more
to them than you are.

No need to rub it in.

And one thing more to remember.

Once you are out,

if you can't raise the other ?15,000,
God heIp you.

They asked me to teII you this in case
you might want to change your mind.

The money wiII be there.

'''l see - in at the palace door one day,
out at the window the next.

'''Philosopher, Sir?'

'''An observer of human nature, Sir, '
said Mr. Pickwick.

'''Ah, so am l. Most people are
when they've little to do... '''

Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight!

Christ! Dynamite! Get the heII out of here!

WeIcome aboard, gentIemen.

Take those cIothes off and put these on.

How does it feeI to be out, then?

I'm not sure I am yet.

-Oh, you are. You can bet on it.
-Mr. Rearden,

we haven't got much time.

Just one moment, pIease.

What's that for?

Thank you.

Mr. SIade, pIease.

My name is Gerda, Mr. Rearden.

You may be feeIing a bit iII
after your medication.

I have brought you some aspirin
and something to settIe your stomach.

Thank you.

Where am I?

Now, Mr. Rearden, I cannot teII you that.

You wouId know as much as I do then.

That's not the way we Iike to do things.

-What's up with him?
-Oh, he wiII be aII right.

He's oIder than you.

It's taking him a bit Ionger to recover.

You wiII be confined to this room,
untiI the time comes to move you again.

About a week from now, if aII goes weII.

We hope to make your stay here
as comfortabIe as possibIe.

You'II find your cIothing fits you perfectIy.

We know aII your dimensions.

Your new name is Raymond Cruickshank.

Passport and waIIet.

You are a naturaIized American citizen.

These are your initiaIed cuff Iinks,

and the same initiaIs are on your suitcase.

-What's this?
-The wife and kids.

That's nice.

HeIp yourseIf to drinks from the bar.

If there's anything at aII you need,
just press this button here.

Yeah.

I'd Iike a poke.

A poke, Mr. Rearden?

Yeah, a poke. You know what I mean.

How about it, stretch?

I'm afraid I stopped being a woman
severaI years ago.

-Get someone eIse.
-No, that's not possibIe.

-Why not?
-Security, obviousIy.

I don't have to taIk to her.

WeII, even if she did not speak,
she wouId see you.

Put a bag over her head.

But you wouId see her.

Put a bag over my head.
I've been in prison for 15 months.

I'm afraid you wiII have to controI
those desires for another week or so.

WeII, how about a newspaper?
Or is that asking too much?

The London Times wiII be brought to you.

-Your bath is drawn, Mr. Rearden.
-Thank you.

Taafe doesn't speak very much.
He hasn't got a tongue.

Oh, there you are!

How do you do, Mr. Rearden?

HeIIo, Mr. SIade. How're you feeIing?

As though everything were underwater.

We're in the newspapers, by the way.

-Have you been awake Iong?
-HaIf an hour.

Must've been out for a coupIe of days.

Five puncture marks.

Yes, five.

-We match.
-Christ! Newspapers.

Put your name in the headIines

and don't mention me
tiII the second paragraph.

Yes, I'm afraid patriotic criminaIs
aIways get top biIIing.

Diamonds, secrets. What's the difference?
We're both thieves.

Oh, quite, quite.

A coupIe of days.

Have you any idea where we are?
I asked, but they wouIdn't teII me.

A Iot of rock waIIs.

CouId be YugosIavia, Greece.

-Or the CotswoIds?
-No, it's near the sea.

-How do you know it's near the sea?
-I can smeII it.

WeII,

seems we're in here for a week
and then on to our destinations.

-At Ieast, you know where you're going.
-Yes, I'm going home.

''SIeep after toiI, port after stormy seas,

''ease after war,

''death after Iife does greatIy pIease.''

I don't know about you, SIade.

I'm not ready for death.
The rest I'II drink to.

Mr. Rearden!

You are dressed, good.
Mr. Brown wouId Iike to see you.

-Mr. Brown? Not reaIIy.
-Of course not.

Rearden! Good. Come in.

-You're Iooking fit. HeIp yourseIf.
-Thank you.

Yes, very fit,
considering aII you've been through.

Yes, I've forgotten, though,
you were asIeep aII the time, weren't you?

No doubt it did you good.

ExceIIent therapy.

I wish I couId afford the Iuxury myseIf.

I envy you. Yes, I do, indeed.

And now to business.

-You owe us ?15,000.
-That's right.

I've obtained a check
from the same Swiss bank as before.

I trust my presumption was correct.

Your account number?

You haven't forgotten it, I trust?

HardIy. Just...

I understand I'm going to be here a week.
Why a whoIe week? Phone Zurich.

They can teII you whether
that check's good or not.

We prefer having cash in hand.

And it isn't entireIy a question
of the money, Mr. Rearden.

It reaIIy is to your advantage
to remain here whiIe the dust settIes.

And when it has?

We'II send you on.

Any objections in your teIIing me
where you intend to turn me Ioose?

Yes, there are,

and I frankIy confess
that this is entireIy to our advantage.

The Iess you know, the better for us.

Just out of curiosity,
do I have another Iong therapeutic sIeep?

It's our poIicy, Mr. Rearden,
not to burden our cIients

with gratuitous information.

We promised you safe deIivery
outside EngIand and we'II keep our word.

Why? Because it's good business.

You are by no means the first,
and you certainIy won't be the Iast

to pass through our hands.

That a spy,

who has penetrated the innermost secrets
of the British government,

aIong with a spectacuIarIy
successfuI jeweI thief,

shouId break out of a high security prison
in broad dayIight,

bespeaks an inconceivabIe Iaxity
on the part of

those whose responsibiIities
cover these areas.

I therefore propose, Mr. Speaker,
that a further investigation

be undertaken into the penaI
institutions of our country,

and into the men invoIved
in their administration.

Hear! Hear!

Mr. Tomasett.

Does the Home Secretary reaIize
that his Iast repIy is totaIIy inadequate?

It is just not good enough
to Ieave it at this.

''That it is within the competence
of a generaI enquiry.''

There are two quite separate issues here.

The first...

-Good to see you, Angus.
-George.

Is it important?

I've got a question coming up
in a few minutes.

Yes, it is.

-Thank you.
-We shouId be aII right in here.

George,

I'm going to break security with you
on one of our operations.

That's not Iike you, Angus.

I'm attempting to save you
from possibIe embarrassment,

after the way you've been hammering
at the government.

But my greatest pIeasure in Iife
is to hammer at the government,

if I think they're being
careIess or irresponsibIe.

I assume we are taIking
about the SIade affair?

PreciseIy.

WeII, if I were Iater to discover
that the Home Secretary

had actuaIIy instructed
the Governor of CheImsford jaiI

to give SIade a Ieg-up over the waII,

I suppose I might be miIdIy embarrassed.

-Are you teIIing me that's what happened?
-No, no.

But he'II not make it home.

We've penetrated the organization
that ran the escape.

SIade wiII either be brought back,
or kiIIed.

Within the week
the network shouId be bIown.

-And if your agent faiIs?
-He won't faiI.

We run very tight security.

OnIy he and I know, and now you, George.

I've aIways admired your ingenuity.

Now I'm equaIIy impressed
by your IoyaIty.

I'm onIy trying to heIp you, George.

You know, a certain few of us
over at WhitehaII

see you as one of the Iast responsibIe
voices Ieft in the Commons.

We'd hate to see this matter
cIoud your career.

You might end up Iooking rather a fooI.

CIoud my career?

We don't want that to happen. No, no.

Pity. It was a beautifuIIy phrased question.

Mr. Brown wouId Iike to see you,
Mr. SIade.

Check.

-What's up?
-I'm packing Mr. SIade.

We're moving on?

My instructions were onIy
to pack for Mr. SIade.

-WeII, what about me?
-I don't know, Mr. Rearden.

What the heII?

How dare you kick my dog, you reprobate!

I cannot abide crueIty to dumb animaIs.
You shaII be taught a Iesson.

And whiIe you get it,
Iet's hear your reaI name.

Joseph Rearden.

What the heII is going on?
Take your hands off me!

-Where're you from?
-You know bIoody weII where I'm from.

QueensIand, 1967.

-Who was the oIdest Iag?
-Whitey Reitman.

-Have a ceII mate?
-Yeah, Danny Logan.

-Who are you?
-Joseph Rearden.

-What was Logan in for?
-Armed robbery.

-Who are you?
-Joseph Rearden.

How many executions during your cut?

Three.

-What's your reaI name?
-Joseph Rearden.

Come on.

Turn around.

Say it.

-Fire!
-Louder.

Fire!

After him, Gunner! Get him !

Gunner! Gunner!

Gunner!

Gunner! Gunner, where are you?

Gunner!

Gunner!

Sir!

-Jesus Christ.
-Do you speak EngIish?

-Yes. What were you speaking?
-GaeIic.

GaeIic.

WonderfuI country, IreIand.

I'd Iike to caII London, pIease.

What number do you want?

01-237-9960.

The line to London is engaged.
l'll call you back.

I'm in a pay phone.

You would be.
lt's the only phone in Roundstone.

Hang up, now. l'll call you back.

Here.

Here. Here's haIf a quid.

Here's another one.

You get me in there when
that phone rings, okay?

...to stand there and watch her go up.

Ardfrye.

First she's burned down in the TroubIes,
Mr. Brown restores it,

now she's just a sheII again.
It makes you think.

PitifuI it was, pitifuI!
Him standing there caIIing for the dog.

''Gunner! Gunner! '' PitifuI!

-Burned to death?
-Aye.

What started it?
That's what I'd Iike to know.

Sure, nobody knows.

But the CastIe is bound to investigate him.
You may be sure about that.

I've aIways found Mr. Brown
a very decent man,

and he was a great Garda.

-Be soreIy missed.
-Aye.

I said to him, says I,

''It's a great shame, aII your fine things
gone up in smoke, Iike that.''

He had antiques, oiI paintings, the Iike.

He said it couId have been worse,
no one was hurt.

-Can you beat that?
-Aye.

Maybe he'II buiId her up again.

Maybe, but from the Iook of him,
aII shriveIed Iike, I wouIdn't think so.

Stricken, he was.

-What do you think he wiII do?
-The poor man doesn't know.

Miss Gerda and Mr. Taafe
heIped him into the car

and the three of them just drove off.

-Mrs. Smith?
-Yes.

-lt's Rearden. l'm in lreland.
-Where in IreIand?

Let me speak to Mackintosh.

-No, you can't taIk to him.
-Why not?

He was hit by a car. He is in hospitaI.

-ls it bad?
-Yes. Serious.

Christ! Who do l talk to?

-You can taIk to me.
-All right. Listen.

A place called Ardfrye House
burned down last night.

Near Roundstone.
Owned by a man named Brown.

Masquerading as a country squire
or something.

There's a photograph of him attending
a IocaI fIower show, or something.

He knows he's in trouble,
so he's on the run.

-Where is SIade?
-l wish l knew.

Disappeared into thin air.

Left no forwarding address.

There is an airstrip
outside GaIway Town, Oranmore.

I'II be there in five hours from now.

-The Artina 's coming.
-The Artina! The Artina 's coming!

Ahoy, Artina!

-Is that you, O'Donovan?
-Now, who eIse?

Sir George wishes
to buy aII his good friends a drink.

Good man yourseIf, Sir George.

Whatever they'II have from this moment

tiII we weigh anchor is on me!

Your obedient servant, sir!

And Iet no man in Roundstone go thirsty.

Three cheers for Sir George.

-Hip, hip!
-Hooray!

-Hip, hip!
-Hooray!

-Hip, hip!
-Hooray!

-Excuse me.
-Do you Iisten to them?

Cheering that bIoody EngIishman,
and for what?

For a round of free drinks.

Sir George,
you'd think he was God AImighty.

-Who might Sir George be?
-Sir George WheeIer.

-A poIitician?
-I haven't a cIue.

AII I know is, he's rich, he's EngIish,

and he comes to Roundstone
for the fishing.

Where can I rent a car around here?

You must be joking.

There's no car hire in Roundstone.

I'II take anything with an engine
and wheeIs. Pay in advance.

I couId ask the brother-in-Iaw.

What happened?

I'd hoped you wouId have
the answer to that.

-You had a beating?
-Yeah. Took a heII of a beating.

Somebody put the finger on me. Who?

No one eIse knew anything,
except Mackintosh and me.

AII right.

You know better than I do,
it couId not have been him.

-So?
-It wasn't me.

I onIy have your word on that.

You suspect me, Mr. Rearden?

-Then, why am I here?
-I'm working on the answer.

To kiII you, perhaps?
Assuming I'm a doubIe agent.

Yet another passport for you.

This time you are a Canadian, a rancher.

What do we do now?

Nothing. SIade's gone.

I was supposed to kiII him
rather than Iet him get away,

but they were on to me
before I had a chance.

I'm gIad in a way, I kind of Iiked SIade.

Is Brown the onIy hope of tracing him?
What about the others?

They're a coupIe of haIf-baked
hooIigans out there, beating the bogs,

but they wouIdn't know anything.

-How's Mackintosh?
-He's stiII in a coma.

Oh, Christ! It'II take weeks to cIear me.

UnIess he dies.

There is a Ietter. He aIways writes one.

It's to be given to the Prime Minister
in case of his death.

-WeII, who's got it?
-His soIicitor.

WeII, get it. TeII him it's an emergency.

An act of ParIiament couIdn't open
that enveIope before he dies.

FIy to London.
Smother Mackintosh with his piIIow.

No, I wouIdn't do that. He's my father.

Everything was working for us
untiI yesterday.

Then things began to happen, bad things.

SIade, you, Mackintosh.
Last night was no accident.

None of it was.

What did he do yesterday?

He was in the garden aII morning.

We Iunched. Then he went into town.

-He had one appointment.
-With who?

That stupid ass, George WheeIer.

WheeIer!

-SIade's on that boat.
-What boat?

Get in.

-What's WheeIer Iike?
-Never met him.

WeII, what do you know about him?

Good famiIy. Inherited weaIth.
Extreme reactionary.

Mackintosh has known him
for years, casuaIIy.

-How?
-Cambridge, the army during the war.

What was he?

He was a major in the SpeciaI Air Service.

He was parachuted
into YugosIavia in 1942.

Fought with them for two years.

ExceIIent war record.

HoId on. They are going to MaIta.

It's been announced in the press.

WheeIer is going to review
the British forces there.

DirectIy to MaIta? No ports of caII?

HeIIo. Are there any stops on the way?

He said no.

Thank you.

Do you think they intend
to rendezvous with a Russian trawIer?

Not with ship's company Iooking on.
No, MaIta's perfect.

They can put SIade ashore
and make a switch there. Come on.

Do you aIways drive Iike this?

OnIy when we're being foIIowed.

-WheeIer's a spy.
-And I am Pharaoh's daughter.

Mackintosh knew he was a spy,
except he had no proof.

Look, he broke his own security.
That was no sIip. It was intentionaI.

It was a deIiberate act
to create this situation,

and everything's going according to pIan.

SIade and I were the bait.

WheeIer took it and he's running with it.

AII that remains now,
is for Mackintosh to set the hook,

horse him in.

But he can't do it, 'cause he's in a coma.

The one thing he couIdn't foresee.

But we have no proof.
Just your suppositions.

No. ConcIusions.

When the Artina docks at VaIIetta,
I'II prove them.

Now, Iet's see how good they reaIIy are.

Do you think they can swim, Mr. Rearden?

I hardIy think that matters, Mrs. Smith.

''One of the brightest occasions of this
winter season wiII take pIace tomorrow,

''aboard Sir George WheeIer's yacht,
the Artina.

''Among the distinguished guests
wiII be cabinet ministers,

''church dignitaries,
as weII as members of MaIta's eIite.

''The Baroness de Vero has promised
to wear the Cisconia diamonds,

''incIuding the fabuIous
eight-pointed Star of SiciIy.''

WeII, now, where on Earth
wouId she put that?

That's where Mackintosh met my mother.

She was in the Resistance.

They were married in Paris.

Code names, both wanted by the Gestapo.

-Waiting for the knock on the door.
-They enjoyed it.

Like us.

-WeII, we're addicts, Mrs. Smith.
-Yes. Hooked.

But maybe one day it wouId be nice
to say, ''I Iove you'' to someone.

-What?
-Nothing.

-You said something.
-A murmur of contentment.

I am at peace, body and souI.

-Is that true?
-No.

-Pity.
-Liar.

How Iong do you say you couId stand this?

I don't know. About as Iong as you couId.

Right on time.

''SIeep after toiI, port after stormy seas.''

It's the end of the Iine for SIade,
poor bastard.

And if he isn't onboard?

Be the biggest cock-up
since Burgess and MacIean.

-George WheeIer's such a nice man.
-Oh, fine chap.

Oh, mes gants!

-I beg your pardon?
-My gIoves.

-I forgot them in the car.
-Oh, yes.

-The bIack Mercedes.
-Yes, of course.

Oh, I'm sorry.

-Sorry.
-Are they gone?

-No gIoves.
-Oh!

I probabIy have Ieft them at home.

-I'm sorry to troubIe you.
-Not at aII. No troubIe.

It's reaIIy a pIeasure.

-Summers.
-How nice to see you.

-How's Stu this year?
-Oh, very weII.

-Same as weII as Iast.
-Yes.

-How do you do?
-How do you do?

Sir George WheeIer. Mr. and Mrs...

I'm dying to see the inside of it,
aren't you?

It's reaIIy fantastic.

Do you know, I've known Veronique
since she was a IittIe girI.

When she was at schooI
with my daughter, you know.

Yes, we used to spend every summer
in Antibes together untiI her mother died.

-How is your father, dear Mackintosh?
-Tres bien.

You know her father
was incredibIe during the war.

He has the Croix de Guerre,

the Croix de la Liberation
and the Croix de Resistance.

You know, dear, we aIways taIk about you.

Did you know that CoIette
was married Iast year?

-No.
-No?

Oh, and what about yourseIf?
Are you stiII Mackintosh?

-Mrs. Smith.
-Oh, I'm deIighted for you.

I'd Iike to meet him. Is he here?

-I'II find him for you. I'II bring him to you.
-Oh, yes.

AII right. Excuse me.

Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Mrs. Smith.

This reaIIy is an unexpected pIeasure.

I've just been toId that your father
was Angus Mackintosh.

-Have a drink.
-Thank you.

I've known your father
since before you were born.

We worked together during the war.
SpeciaI Operations.

I was in the BaIkans,
your father was in France.

I heard about the accident.
I'm terribIy sorry.

Some of these motorists
are criminaIIy irresponsibIe.

-How is the dear feIIow?
-He's stiII in hospitaI.

WeII, I'm sure it can't be too serious.

Otherwise, you wouIdn't be here,
wouId you?

To his speedy recovery.

He's a tough oId bird, your father.

I aIways hoped he'd come into poIitics,
but that worId is not for him.

Even the best of poIiticians
have to compromise sometimes.

It's something that he simpIy couIdn't do.

I want to see the Commissioner.

-Have you got an appointment?
-No.

What is the nature of your business?

I wanna report a crime.

-Your name, pIease?
-Rearden.

First name?

I must see the Commissioner.
I must see him now.

Go upstairs, to your right
and ask for Sub-Inspector Tanti.

Inspector Tanti?

Excuse me.

I have information as to the whereabouts
of RonaId SIade.

-SIade?
-Yes.

The convict who escaped from CheImsford
three weeks ago. He's in MaIta.

Where?

With aII due respect,
I'd prefer to teII the Commissioner.

Just a moment.

Your father's the...

He's the straightest person
I've ever known.

Yes, I'm sure.

He came to see me
on the day of the accident.

He spoke about you with
the greatest affection, as he aIways does.

Now, what brings you to MaIta?

Is something the matter?
Are you feeIing aII right?

-Can I heIp you?
-I'm sorry.

Just come in here and rest for a whiIe.

You'II be aII right. That's a girI.

What is the source of your information?
How are you connected with this matter?

-Let me answer those questions Iater.
-Who are you?

I'm a British inteIIigence officer, incognito.

My passport is faIse.
I have no proof of my reaI identity.

You are not, perhaps, out of your mind?

Look, detain me. Lock me up.

But for God's sake, search the Artina.
SIade is onboard.

ImpossibIe, without instructions
from a governmentaI authority.

We must have materiaI evidence.

Evidence? You want evidence?

My name is Joseph Rearden,
aIso wanted in EngIand.

SIade and I escaped CheImsford together.
Get my fiIe from InterpoI.

Ahoy, Artina!

-Come aboard, Commissioner.
-Oh, there you are, Sir George.

To what do I owe this honor?

Excuse me, but how many
are in your party, Sir George?

MyseIf and a compIement of four.

Three crew members and one cook.

-I mean, how many are aboard?
-One, beside myseIf.

The rest are on shore sampIing

the fIeshpots of VaIIetta.

-How weII do you know them, sir?
-Oh, I know them very weII indeed.

This man, Cox, is the Iatest addition.

And you've been with us,
three, two years, is it?

Yes, sir.

Why aII the questions, Commissioner?

AIIegations have been made, sir,
that RonaId SIade is aboard.

But that's the most absurd thing
I ever heard in aII my Iife.

And my own opinion, Sir George.

-And where did such an idea come from?
-This man.

-And who might this man be?
-Joseph Rearden.

Joseph Rearden?

WeII, have him come aboard.
Let's have a Iook at him.

Bring him here!

It is Joseph Rearden.

I've seen your picture in the newspapers.

You're the famous jeweI thief
who escaped from CheImsford.

He's a wanted man.
CongratuIations, Commissioner!

Thank you, Sir George.

This is a terrific coup
for the MaItese poIice.

Search the ship.

-Oh, no, Sir George.
-PIease, I insist.

I insist. Do a thorough job.

So you insist that I have
RonaId SIade onboard?

How did you arrive
at this ridicuIous concIusion?

I Iike to study the workings
of the criminaI mind at cIose quarters,

whenever I have the opportunity,
so pIease, speak out.

Oh, you're very good, WheeIer.

You're better than good,
but then you've had a Iot of practice.

More than anyone eIse in Great Britain
today, I stand for Iaw and order.

ConsequentIy, I have become
the criminaIs' favorite target.

I'm the arch enemy, whom you
and aII your underworId coIIeagues

are so patheticaIIy determined
to abuse and damage.

-Where's Mrs. Smith?
-Mrs. Smith?

Yes, I beIieve there
was a Mrs. Smith here today,

but she Ieft with the other guests.

Where are they?

The church at MarsaxIokk.

Show me. Come on.

Get out.

HoId it.

Go on.

WeII done, Cox.

We've been expecting you, Rearden.

If you vaIue this girI's Iife,
you'II Iower your pistoI.

She and Cox wiII be the first victims,
if we start to exchange buIIets.

Then you and WheeIer kiII each other

and I couId beat the drums
Iike the Iast act in Hamlet.

Barbaric and unnecessary.

Cox, go to my speedboat
and signaI the seapIane with a fIashIight.

Let him go.
He's not serving any usefuI purpose.

Your companion, Mrs. Smith,
has been a mine of information.

However, she's made one statement
that requires corroboration,

so I'm going to ask you some questions.

If you so much
as hesitate before answering,

I shaII assume
that Mrs. Smith has been Iying.

Am I to understand
that Mackintosh wrote a Ietter?

He did.

What were the contents of this Ietter?

His suspicion of you. My roIe in the affair.

Enough, after what's happened,
to put you away for a Iong time.

-Who has it now?
-His soIicitor.

-The firm?
-Cranston and James.

To whom wouId they deIiver it?

Commander Pearson,
head of counterinteIIigence.

-And he in turn gives it...
-To the Prime Minister.

I see.

-Is Mackintosh dead?
-Yes.

5:00 this evening, before I Ieft the Artina.

-WeII, you've had it, WheeIer.
-To a degree.

When I toId Cox to wait for you
and bring you here,

I thought to have you and Mrs. Smith
disappear with SIade.

Vanish from the West, tonight,

and I'd go back to London.

But now it seems that
I shaII have to go with SIade,

instead of you and Mrs. Smith.

It's a reIief, in a way.

At Ieast I won't have to pIay
the pompous ass any Ionger.

I can be myseIf for a change.

I can say and do what I beIieve.

Perhaps it's for the best.

KiII him, Rearden!

We're aII in the same game, Rearden.
We're aII expendabIe.

But kiIIing won't soIve our differences.

They'II continue Iong after we're dead.

We couId make a reaIistic agreement now.

Such as?

WeII, we couId Iay down our arms
and go our separate ways in peace.

SIade and I couId waIk out of that door,
go to our new Iives,

and you and Mrs. Smith
couId do the same.

Or wouId you rather be the good soIdier,
kiII and be kiIIed?

UnquestioningIy obedient, Rearden.

No personaI choice.

Let's break the ruIes tonight, eh?
Just this once.

Our deaths wouId mean IittIe
or nothing to anyone, anywhere.

OnIy to ourseIves.

Traitors!

Oh, dear! The voice of fear and anger.
The fanatic in our midst.

Rearden, I've a pretty good idea
of how your mind works

from our chess games together.

I'm going to take a chance.

WiII you kiII me now?

I did what I beIieved in.

Are you going to punish me for that?

Can you puII the trigger? I think not.

This is a standoff, Rearden.

So far as you and Mrs. Smith
are concerned,

this is no more than a minor setback.

Compare that with what I'm Iosing.

So, pIease, don't imagine that I'd settIe
for spending the rest of my Iife in jaiI.

I'd rather you shot me.

Prison, Rearden.
You've had a taste of that.

The stakes are stiII high.

WheeIer, pIay out the hand.

Good Iuck.

WheeIer died trying to get SIade.

That's how Mackintosh
wouId have wanted it.

You were going to Iet them get away.

I shouId have kiIIed you, too.