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LEYLAND GOLF CLUB PRIVATE

My part I think, Forrester.

Not hard enough, general.

We're going to try and correct the orbit at 0900 hours tomorrow.

Using the 2M4 frequency band.

Good try.

0900 tomorrow?

Who else knows the time and frequency band?

Noone I'm outside the scientific control team at control.

Not even the NATO chiefs of Staff.

Would you like to hold out, general?

Right!

I don't have to tell you how important this project is.

Absolute security must be maintained.

Nice putt.

It's comes now.

Lovely day, general. Your honour, I think.

Thank you, Forrester.

I really feel on form today.

Not hard enough, general.

We're going to try and correct the orbit at 0900 hours tomorrow.

Using the 2M4 frequency band.

That's it. Play it again.

We're going to try and correct the orbit at 0900 hours tomorrow.

Using the 2M4 frequency band.

THE SECRET SERVICE

HOLE IN ONE

WESTERN EARLY WARNING SYSTEM

853.

Seven minutes to go.

It's up to you and your team now, Doctor.

G9 ORBITAL PATH

Frequency modulation 2N plus 2D frequency, steady.

- Elevation? - Elevation angle.

8734.

Condition seemed just about perfect.

Let's hope you're right.

If we don't correct that orbit.

Final phase countdown, 20 seconds.

Here we go!

Ten seconds. Nine, eight...

seven, six, five...

four, three, two...

one, zero!

What...

- That noise? - It's jamming everything.

Do something!

It's too late!

It's too late.

The satellite passed the radio window.

- What is happening? - The signal was jammed.

The satellite still slipping out of orbit.

But that means it's still coming down.

Precisely.

Unless we don't do something in 72 hours...

that satellite will enter the atmosphere and burn up.

And we can forget the early warning system.

It also so means, "Mr. Security",

someone knew the exactly time and frequency of our signal.

THE VICARAGE REV. STANLEY UNWIN

Ball, Mrs. Appleby! Ball!

What's that, Father?

An expression used by the golfing, Mrs. Appleby.

Stand clear of the bucket and I will try to chip the ball into it.

All right, Father.

Oh dear!

Father Unwin!

- The greenhouse, Matthew? - Yes. You might say that.

As I feared. I hope you forgive me.

When I tell you it was the bishop who

asked me to brush up my golfing technique.

Oh, well...

No doubt he had some good reason.

The greens seems a little slow today, Forrester.

What is the situation?

We've got one last chance to correct the satellite's orbit.

At 1100 hours on Wednesday.

I assume you'll use a different frequency band.

No, the same.

There is no time to make the necessary modifications to the equipment.

And if we fail again?

Four years of work is destroyed in seconds.

They're going to boost the signal.

When are you sending the spare components?

They're be on their way. Tonight.

Good. Now what's the route and method of transport?

We will use a petroleum tanker.

It will turn off the M4 and proceed along the B-28 to the tracker station.

- Have you got it? - Of course.

I told you it was foolproof.

Tonight a petroleum tanker,

the M4 then along the B-28 to the tracker station.

That's the situation. Leave as soon as you can.

Quite, sir. Will the general be expecting me?

I'll tell the general myself, out.

Matthew!

- Yes, Father. - I think we'll adjourn to the library.

As I suspected we have a golfing appointment,

with a certain general Brompton.

What the blazes has been going on here?

- Sit down, general. - Security, eh?

Did you have to make sucha a mess?

The opposition knew exactly how and when to jam the first signal.

They knew the precise route of the truck.

We are looking for a listening device.

And what did you find?

Nothing.

Do you mean to tell me that I...

I mean to tell you there's a serious security leak.

The G9 satellite, one of the most advanced ever put into orbit,

it will burn up unless the next control signal gets through.

I am aware of the situation.

Then you know we must find how the information...

leaked before 1100 hours on Wednesday.

That's the only time the G9 will be in a suitable position to correct the orbit.

All right, all right!

What do you propose?

We've covered every other possibility.

There's only one place left.

The golf course.

I suppose you must be right.

Good, our operative will meet you there.

He may appear unorthodox, but he gets results.

Wait here, Matthew, will you?

I'll go and introduce myself to the general.

Right, Father.

- General Brompton? - Yes?

I believe you are expecting me.

- You mean your... - Quite so, General.

Won't you join me for a round of golf, say, two o'clock?

- I, I... - Good, good, see you at two then.

24 hours to go.

- Is everything ready? - Checked and double checked.

It's up to your people now.

Is everything hunky-dory toysi toity, Matthew?

Yes, Father. I haven't notice anything yet.

Well, eyeballed all sharply looky how if you old...

You haven't resorted to calling upon divine assistance, have you?

Heavens, no, General.

But at a time like this I feel an irresistible

urge to communicate with someone.

By the buy, general.

What is it?

I've been asked to pass a message on to you.

I have no idea what it means.

It's Seven ravens will be flying west.

Seven ravens will be flying west?

Yeah, oh yes, well, uh.

I'll uh decode it later.

And thank you.

Do you think the bait has been taken, Matthew?

Well, Father, the General and Forrester...

use the golf course to exchange information.

And and there have been security leaks.

I do not know how.

I have a feeling the opposition could...

have overheard and decoded your message.

Two o'clock we'll give them another half hour, Matthew.

It looks like the opposition are not going to put in an appearance, Father.

You may have spoken a little prematurely, Matthew.

There's a car coming.

Are you sure this is right?

Seven and the ravens gave the great reference.

This is it.

Well, it doesn't look like a tracker substation to me.

The caravan is probably packed with electronics.

Get the explosive.

Can you see anything, Matthew?

It's the opposition, all right, father.

One of them is carrying something to the caravan.

It could be explosives.

Excellent. Try to secrete yourself in their car, Matthew.

But be very careful.

Yes, Father.

Who's there?

Kromer, it's set. Detonation in two minutes.

- I thought I heard someone. - Come on, let's move.

Matthew, can you hear me?

Yes, Father, I'm in the boot of the car.

I'll report soon as I can.

Good, I will return to Vicarage.

- Get the equipment out the boot. - Right.

Okay, put the equipment down and go and check the hinge control.

But Kromer, the satellite transmission's only a few hours away.

Go and check it! We're leaving nothing to chance.

Let me know when you're ready.

We've got one last chance to correct the satellite's orbit...

At 1100 hours wednesday.

I assume it will use a different frequency band.

No, the same, there is no enough time to make...

necessary modifications to the equipment.

Yes, Commander, we understand.

Yes, sir.

You can rely on us.

- Thank you sir. - What did he say?

I've confirmed that the final attempt to correct G9 orbit...

is scheduled for 11 o'clock tomorrow.

Using the same wave band.

And we are going to pull out and jam the signal from the spy ship.

No, the commandant says that as the british idiots have no idea of our presence.

We should do it from here as before.

I told him he could rely on us.

Father Unwin.

Father Unwin!

Matthew, yes. Anything to report, Matthew?

Father, I found what we were looking for.

The general's golf balls are rigged with mini tape recorders.

They recorded everything he said on the golf course.

Ah, so that's how the information is beeen leaked.

Ingenious.

I will inform the Bishop and the authorities will round them up.

No, Father, theyve been in contact with the spy ship.

If we arouse their suspicions, they could switch the operation to that.

Our only chance is to stop them jamming the signal at the very last moment.

Difficult, but I think I have the glimmer of an idea.

Contact you later.

Do you know what time it is?

5:45 a.m I believe.

Bishop, I need a golf ball.

You call me in the early hours to tell me you need a golf ball?

Ah, but this is a very special golf ball.

And I need it by ten o'clock today.

Elevation angle is now 87.39.

Stanby.

- 87.39 degrees. - Good.

Let's going check the transmitter.

Father, they're going to check the transmitter.

Good, now listen carefully.

I'll let you know when the general and I near the 15th green.

Pull the controls and the mechanism will open.

Then your pot, I believe.

Of course, general.

Oh dear, I don't seem to have found my touch.

Father, I can't get near the control lever.

But, Matthew, time is running out.

You'll have to stall.

But do it naturally.

- General? - What is it?

What club are you using?

A driver. What else off the tee?

Well, this particular hole's dog legger is shaped.

What the heather hazard of that philolophy through.

Look, look, look.

Do you mind if I still use my driver?

Um, well, yes. I suppose on second thought

that probably is the right club, oh yes.

Any lucky yet, Matthew?

No, Father.

It's imperative you open that control, Matthew.

I'll do it as soon as I can.

Check primary circuits.

- We've just did, sir. - Then do it again.

Transmission in four minutes.

Any luck yet, Matthew?

I still can't get to it, Father.

Stall.

- General, I'm so sorry. - What now?

Are you sure that's is your ball?

Of course it's mine.

Well look, if I were standing your place...

little shade to the right load to the gravity

dribbly most out of the pinnie penny of that look.

- Look, I don't understand you... - You see, you trickling through...

No, no, no. You'll listen to me.

Father, he's moved. Go ahead.

General!

Oh dear, dear me. You played the wrong ball.

Father, I've got the controls open,

but you've only got 90 seconds.

Look father, you'll never find it, play another.

It's, um, it's in here, I'm sure. It's here somewhere just uh...

I'm afraid it's absolutely vital that I find it.

Stanby to transmit.

30 seconds.

20 seconds.

- Standby to jam. - Right Cromer.

Father, it's too late.

You are too late.

Here it is, I found it.

Father, you haven't a chance.

Less than 15 seconds to go.

We'll see. Get out of there, Matthew.

By jove, that's such a good shot.

I'm afraid it had better be a good one.

Five seconds. Four seconds.

What is that?

It's now or never, Forrester.

Zero. Transmission on.

We've done it! We've done it!

You'll be happy to know, Father.

The transmission was completely successful.

The satellite is back in its proper orbit.

Good. Now if you care to go to a house

just off the 15th green...

you will find two sleeping beauties.

And all the evidence you'll need to convict them.

The golf ball was extremely effective, apparently.

Well done, Father. I'll contacting you.

Subtitles: Kilo