All language subtitles for 320. Trojan Horse

(music)

(theme music)

Butcher: Two and seven
only for the lady.

Oh, good morning, sir.

Steed: Good morning.

How are you off
for venison?

Venison, sir?

Well, we don't get
much call for that,
sir.

However, if you'd
like to come with me
through the back here,

sir, I might be able
to oblige you, sir.

This way, sir.

How much exactly
would you
be wanting, sir?

- It's quite a large party.
- Oh, yes.

- Good morning, Alice.
- Good morning, sir.

How many guests
are you having, sir?

- We aim to seat 18.
- 18? Oh, yes.

Of course we'll have
to cut all the fat off
and bone it and...

That is quite enough
of that, Steed.

All right,
listen to this.

Man: Dossier 03-11-24.

Sharp and O'Brien,
British subjects.

26th of January, 1959,
defected to Abarain.

Assumed Abarainian nationality.

May '59, appointed
head of Radio Abarain.

June '61,
Minister of the Interior.

September '63,
head of military operations.

Sharp arrives 1100
December 17th
for 72 hours.

You are in charge
of security.

(theme music)

- Ah, you got my message.
- Obviously.

- I've been doing
the shopping.
- Obviously.

I take it it's about
Andrew Sharp?

Obviously. I've been
working all night.

Most of these papers
are saying

he shouldn't be allowed
into the country.

Well, you can
hardly blame them.

As far as
they're concerned,
he's still a traitor.

As far as I'm concerned,
he's still a traitor.

Hmm. Maybe, but he
visits this country

under
diplomatic immunity,

and we have to treat him
as a responsible minister
of a friendly power.

Even to the point of doing
an arms deal with him?

The British government
have invited
General Sharp,

as he now is,

to purchase arms
for one reason.

Simply that
we don't want him

to do a better deal
with anyone else.

Thinking that in return
for a few tanks and guns

he'll promise
not to look elsewhere?

- That's the idea.
- Where do I come in?

Well, I have
to make arrangements
with Special Branch,

airport police
concerning
the arrangements.

I thought
that you might
go to the Embassy

and Sharp's hotel
and see how everything
is at that end.

Why can't you go?

Well, they may
be suspicious.

They know my face
from a little
bloodbath

on the border about
four years ago.

There will be
a repeat performance here

if you don't soon
put this meat in the fridge.

Oh! I don't know
why I go on dealing
with this butcher.

Ironic, isn't it?
Here we are
protecting a man

five years ago
we were trying
to get rid of.

- Who, the butcher?
- No, Sharp.

They tried
to kill him
more than once

and lost, oh,
a few good agents
in the process.

Steve Rayner,
missing,
presumed dead.

Mark Charter,
killed
in operations.

Ah. I wonder what
they'd think now.

I'd like to see
Mr. Quilpie.

I'm afraid
Mr. Quilpie's busy.

It's urgent.

- Your number?
- SO-11-2-7.

What name was it,
sir?

Charter.

But you can call me Mark.

This afternoon Mrs. Gale
is meeting with the ambassador

about the arrangements,
security arrangements

- within the Embassy.
- Quilpie: Right.

And I've laid on with the police
for a special police escort

for Sharp all the way
from the airport.

Good.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Yes.

There's a Mr. Charter
to see you.

Only one Charter I know.
Mark Charter, and he's dead.

He's not, sir.

He's in my office.

What?

Morning.

We thought
you were dead.

I know. It's upsetting,
isn't it?

All right, Alice.

We heard you'd been
sentenced to death.

- I was.
- And executed.

No. They changed
their nasty little minds

and kept me alive
for questioning.

For five years?

Well, they only
questioned me
for five months.

What about Steve Rayner,
is he alive, too?

Rayner's dead.
I was the lucky one.

- Lucky?
- Well, up to a point.

How did you get out?

- They released me.
- When was that?

- Last night.
- Why did they
let you go?

Well, I'm afraid
I didn't have time to ask.

You better tell us
what happened.

Well, about midnight
on Wednesday

one of the guards
woke me up.

First time they'd
bothered me for years.

There was a lieutenant
with him,

read a message
from the Palace.

I thought it was going
to be an execution order.

Well, they gave me a suit,
bundled me into a car

and put me aboard the first
available flight for London.

What's the matter?
You look as if
you'd seen a ghost.

I must say,
you're very casual.

I suppose you realize
that officially

you've been dead
for five years.

As far as I'm concerned,
so have you.

Charter, if we'd known
you were still alive

we'd have done
something about it.

Yes, of course you would.
Don't worry about it.

What happened
to Rayner?

Rayner's dead.

You told us,
but I want
to know how.

Pneumonia.

- You're sure?
- Of course.

They never found out
the true purpose
of your mission?

To kill Sharp?

No, they had to rig up our trial
with a lot of phony charges.

Have you, uh...

Have you read
today's papers?

You mean about General Sharp
coming to London?

He's gone up in the world,
hasn't he?

Is that all
you're going to say?

What do you
expect me to say?

Five years ago
you wanted Sharp killed.

I volunteered,
and I failed.

That's the way it goes,
isn't it?

Anyway, being in prison
has its compensations.

You owe me five years' back pay,
plus overseas allowance.

I'll settle for a round figure,
15,000 pounds.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Charter: Mm?

You're sitting
in my chair.

Oh, I'm afraid
you're mistaken.

I've had this chair
for more than
five years now.

Ah, a new member.

- I say, Jenkins?
- Yes, sir?

This, um, gentleman
is sitting
in my chair.

Sorry, Mr. Edwards.

This has always been
Mr. Charter's chair.

- Jenkins, I...
- Man: Shh.

If you say so,
Jenkins.

I really can't
understand why.

The place is going
to the dogs.

Thank you, Jenkins.

A pleasure to have
you back, sir.

Although
we heard rumors.

All untrue.

So I see, sir.

Will you have
your usual?

Thank you, Jenkins.

Oh, I'd like a room
for a couple days

with a bath
if you can manage it.

I'll do my best,
sir.

Steed: May I
talk to you?

Hello, Steed.

Very sorry
to disturb you

- in the sacred precinct.
- Man: Shh.

I want to have
a word with you.

- What about?
- Sharp.

Look, my dear old fellow,

I've only been
in this country 10 hours.

I'd appreciate
some time on my own.

- Sharp is due here in...
- Shh, shh.

48 hours.

What's that got
to do with me?

- Quite a bit.
- How come?

Hasn't it occurred to you
what a coincidence it is

that your release after
five years coincides

with the announcement
of Sharp's first visit
to this country

since you were
sent to kill him?

Yes, it's a coincidence.

(snoring)

Did they brainwash you?

It was all fairly
routine grade two
interrogation.

- Who ordered your release?
- The president, I think.

Not Sharp?

The lieutenant
said his instructions

came from the Palace.

General Sharp
is the head of
military operations.

- You were his
responsibility.
- That's true.

I don't see what
you're getting at,
Steed.

He gave an interview
in the press
this morning

saying you overpowered
your guard, stole
a military vehicle,

went over the frontier
and stowed away
on a plane to London.

Well, Mrs. Gale, I think
that takes care of everything.

How many are there
in his personal bodyguard?

Three.

Oh, Ambassador.
Mrs. Gale is just leaving.

Ah, Mrs. Gale.

Are you both quite satisfied
with the arrangements?

Yes, I think so.

- The hotel?
- Everything is in order.

I chose
the penthouse suite
for the general.

It makes
security easier

and the entire staff
has been screened.

Good.
You're quite happy?

Yes, I hope everything
goes according to plan.

Good day,
Your Excellency.

I'll show you out,
Mrs. Gale.

Brian, show Mrs. Gale
to the door.

Oh, excellent.

What do you think
will happen now?

Your guess is
as good as mine.

What did you make
of Mrs. Gale?

(chuckles) Charming.

And perfectly genuine.

I hope so.

That's all for now,
Charter.

- Thank you.
- Aye, sir.

Alice,
where art thou?

Coming, sir.

The accounts keeper
is still trying

to sort out your funds,
Mr. Charter,

but in the meantime,
here's most of them.

Thank you. Well,
if there's nothing else,

I'll start spending
some of this.

Well, try and keep
a clear head.

We'd like you back
in a few days' time
for a proper debriefing.

Oh, yes.
I wrote this out
last night.

It's a full report
of everything
that happened.

Oh, good.

What are you
going to do now?

I thought
I might buy a car,

go to the country
for a few days,

do a bit of fishing.

If you want a car,
you might try this address.

Belongs to a friend of mine.
She has a sports car.

It's pretty good,
and she needs to sell.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Quilpie:
I'll see you out.

Where are you staying
at the moment?

At my club
for a few days.

We'll contact you
when we've read your report.

Right, sir.

Bye.

Goodbye,
Mr. Charter.

Quilpie:
(clears throat)

Alice, Alice, Alice.

Get this typed up
and indexed, will you?

Yes, sir.

Now, Mrs. Gale,
do you remember your friend

who had a car to sell?

Is it still for sale?
Good.

Look, will you collect it, bring
it round to my flat tonight?

I'll explain later.

Well, Steed.
What do you think?

Pretty
remarkable story.

Which is the true story,
his or theirs?

Charter's, I think.
If he had escaped

as the Abarainians
would have us believe,

he'd surely
have told us.

On the other hand,
their president
can have a good many

dozen reasons
for concealing
the truth.

Yes, but being in jail
can do some funny things
to a man's mind.

Yes, well...

Well, five years,
he's the only one
who's ever come back

from a place like that
completely unbroken.

(doorbell rings)

- Mrs. Gale?
- That's right.

My name is Charter.

I've come about the car
you have for sale.

Oh, you must be
the man Steed sent.

- Come in.
- Thank you.

- Would you like a drink?
- No, thanks.

I'm afraid I can't
stay very long.

I'll take you down now
and show you the car.

Is that it outside,
the convertible?

- Yes.
- How much do you want?

- 500.
- Right.

But wouldn't you
like to try it out

before you make up
your mind?

And the M-1 is
quite close to here.

You could try it out
on there.

What's the M-1?

Don't you know?

No, I'm afraid
I've been overseas.

You must have been
away a long time.

It's a motorway.
It runs from London
to Birmingham.

- Oh, I see.
- (oven timer rings)

Excuse me,
just a second.

Well, did you
effect the sale?

Apparently.

What a strange man.
Who is he?

Oh, didn't
he announce himself?

Yes, he said
his name was Charter.

It wouldn't be
the Charter mentioned

in the Sharp file
by any chance?

The very same.

I thought he was
supposed to be dead.

So did we, but he's not.
He escaped from a jail
in Abarain yesterday.

- Extraordinary coincidence.
- Yes, isn't it?

Oh, that smells good.

Actually it's hot pot.

Listen, why didn't you
sell him the car yourself?

It belonged
to a friend of yours.

I didn't think
he'd trust me.

That's the point.

You realize, of course,
he hasn't driven a car

for about five years.

I shouldn't
worry about that.

He isn't
going very far.

Are you going
to be away long,
sir?

I'm going
to the country.

Morning.

I'm going to be away
for a few days.

Well, I'll keep your room
aired then this time, sir.

- Thank you, Jenkins.
- Thank you, sir.

I can't stress
too strongly, Steed,

how important it is
there will be
no disturbances.

No street marches,
no picketing
the embassy.

Yes. It'll create
a very bad impression
in Whitehall.

For your own sake,
see that
it doesn't happen.

Yes, sir, I've arranged
with Special Branch

about General Sharp's
meetings with
the Prime Minister.

Oh, good.

Excuse me, sir.

I think you ought
to read this.

What is it?

It's Charter's report.

Um, the last paragraph.

Good.
All right, Alice.

"And in acknowledging
responsibility

"for failing
to kill Sharp in 1959,

"I undertake to rectify
the situation

at the earliest
possible..."

Rectify
the situation?

This is Charter's way
of saying that he received

an order from us in '59.

He acknowledges it,
and he still intends to...

to carry it out.

He's here to kill Sharp.

So your return
rocked Whitehall
to its foundations?

They took it
very well, really,
considering.

Considering what?

Considering
their embarrassment.

- Why? What did they say?
- Nothing much.

You send
a couple of agents
to their deaths,

and five years later
one of them walks
into your office.

There's not a lot
you can say,
is there?

What do you mean?

Well, they presumed
I was dead.

No, I don't mean that.

I mean about sending you
and Steven to your deaths.

It was just
a figure of speech.

If I thought Steven
had died for nothing...

Did you see much of him?

At first.

We shared a cell together,
then they separated us.

I only saw him
once after that.

- How did he take it?
- Not too well.

He tried to escape
a couple of times.

He said he'd
kill Sharp if it was
the last thing he did.

I wish he had.

That mission was
a complete failure,
wasn't it?

It wasn't
a roaring success.

It cost me
five years in prison.

It cost Steven his life.

Yes.

Mark, why do you
want this list?

I told you, I just
wanted to look up

a couple of my old
wartime contacts.

Why? You never bothered
with any of these people
after the war.

I never had time,
I guess.

Anyway, I thought
most of them had gone
back to live in France.

- They have.
- How's the writing going?

Oh, quite well.
I'm on my fifth book.

- On the Resistance?
- Mm-hmm.

Nice going.

It doesn't pay
terribly well,

but it helps
with Steven's pension.

- There you are.
- Thank you.

What are you
going to do now?

I thought I might
go to the country.

Have a rest
for a few days
somewhere quiet.

Would you like to go
down to the cottage?

Cottage?

Yes, you remember,
the place we had in Sussex.

Oh, yes.

- Yes, I'd love to.
- All right.

- I'll give you the address.
- Oh, just a minute.

Well, write it
on here, would you?

- Oh, all right.
- I've got...

Oh, that's all right.
I've got one here.

Hazel Cottage.

I haven't been
down there for ages,

but it should be all right.

Near Selsey, Sussex.

- There you are.
- Thank you.

Now all you need
is the key.

Oh.

Well, I better be off.

Already?
You've only
just arrived.

I'm sorry, there's
one or two things
I've got to do.

Mark?

Yes?

You know Sharp's
coming to London,
don't you?

Yes.

If there's
anything you need,
any kind of help,

you can always
rely on me.

Yes, I know.

There's nothing, really.

All right.
I just thought
I'd tell you.

Thank you.

I see Mike Lynden's
running a garage.

Yes, he's had it
for some time.

I'll look him up first.

My car needs a service.

Well, I'll bring
Mrs. Gale in to see you.

She'll give you a full
description of the car then.

All right, get her round here
as quick as you can.

- Yes, sir.
- (doorbell rings)

Hold on a minute.
There's someone at the door.

(ding-dong)

Come on in, Mrs. Gale.
There's someone on the phone.

Charter's car is a...
Hey, are you there?
You there?

(whistling)

(groans)

- Have you quite finished?
- Oh, there you are.

Charter's car
is a pretty distinctive make.

We should alert Special Branch.
Quickest way of finding him.

All right.
All right.

You must admit,
Steed, it's a rather
ironic situation.

What?

The nation's
top security outfit
moving hell and high water

to try and track down
one of their own agents.

I don't think you realize
how serious this is, do you?

Yes, I do.
Sharp will be here

as the guest of the
British government.

If anything were
to happen to him,

it would be
embarrassing,
to say the least.

And probably the end
of the arms negotiations.

What interests me
is why Charter still
wants to kill Sharp.

I mean,
what's his motive?

Who knows and who cares?

After five years
in an Abarainian jail,

maybe he doesn't
need a motive.

Yes, five years
could be enough.

Isolation,
mental disorientation,
delusional obsession.

Can we skip the psychology?
Sharp is due here in 48 hours.

Doesn't it concern you
that Charter
might be sick?

He looked all too healthy
this morning.

He's one of your own men,
Steed.

Doesn't it even interest you,
his reason for doing this?

It's irrelevant.
The reason he'll give us
is one he's already given.

Which is?

The reason he'll give in court

when we bring him to trial.

He is going to kill Sharp

because in 1959
we ordered him to.

Doesn't that rather
prove my point that
he can't be well?

And why should
he warn you?

He must know
you'll stop him.

Well, maybe he thinks
we can't stop him.

That's ridiculous.

It's much more likely
to be a revenge.

After five years
in prison,

he probably wants
to get his own back

- on your security machine.
- Precisely.

He knows everything
we do in advance.

Haven't your methods
changed in the last
five years?

That is not the point.
Look, come along.

I'll explain the whole thing
to you in the car.

Mr. Quilpie awaits us.

After you.

(doorbell)

Yes, sir?

Mike Lynden?

That's right.

Mark Charter.

Charter?

Don't you remember me?
Normandy, '43.

Oh, yes.
I remember.

Helen gave me your address.

- Helen who?
- Helen Rayner.

Yes, she would.

Look, Mike...

I need some help, Mike.

I wonder if you could
re-spray my car for me?

- For free, I suppose.
- Of course not. I'll pay.

In cash.

- When do you want it done?
- Immediately. It's urgent.

Look, I'm very busy.
I just can't drop
everything for you.

You would have done,
my dear chap, 20 years ago.

Just because
we fought together then

doesn't make us buddies
now.

But those were
the good old days, Mike.

Well, I hated them.

I wanted
to live in peace.

20 years is a long time,
and I don't like
to be reminded of it.

I'm sorry.

If you are interested,
name your own price.

Why do you want it
re-sprayed?

That's my business.

And that's for changing
the number plates.

- All right, I'll do it.
- Oh, thank you very much.

But only because
I need the money.

A pound of the usual,
please.

What is the usual?

Anything from shank ends
to prime top side.

But you can't cook.

Eh?

Where are we?

The Robing Room
at Lambeth Palace.

Oh, it's not
as I remember it.

- GANSCI.
- What?

Government Agency
for National Security

and Counter Intelligence.

It's our hot end
of the line.

Well, it's pretty cold.

- Good morning, Alice.
- Good morning, sir.

Miss Brisket, Mrs. Gale.
Mrs. Gale, Miss Brisket.

- How do you do?
- Pretty impressive place, eh?

It's all right.

- This girl's a vegetarian.
- Oh, dear.

The likes of modern butchery
have little appeal for her.

Quilpie: Alice?

Yes, sir?

Is Mrs. Gale here yet?
Where the devil is Steed?

They just
arrived, sir.

Well, send them in, girl.
What are you waiting for?

I fear he's all merry
and bright this morning.

Not one of
our happiest moods,
I'm afraid.

To hear is to obey.
Thank you very much, indeed.

Oh, by the way,
could you ask Bob for a pound

of sausages and one side?

Certainly, Mr. Steed.

And a couple
of dozen shin bones.

They're for the dog.

Steed: Come along,
Mrs. Gale.

Ah, Mrs. Gale.

Good morning.

You'll appreciate
we'll only bring you here

on exceptional circumstances.

Steed has outlined
your problem to me.

Could no one anticipate
that Charter might do this?

I mean, is there
no repatriation unit,

somewhere where he could
have had medical tests?

That's not what we're here
to discuss, Mrs. Gale.

What I want from you
is a detailed description

of that car as it was
when you last saw it.

According to Steed
it belonged
to a friend of yours.

Yes. Why don't you get
the description from her?

We can't
involve outsiders.

I see.

Well, is that all
you brought me here for?

No, we want you
to trail Charter.

Why me?

You have special
qualifications,
Mrs. Gale.

You have the advantage
of being an outsider.

I thought you couldn't
risk involving outsiders.

(clears throat)

How do you suggest
I go about it?

Did you get that list
from records, Steed?

I picked it up
this morning.

This is a list
of Charter's
wartime contacts.

It's not much,
but it's the only
lead we've got.

In the meantime,
Steed, I want you
to break the news

to the
Abarainian embassy.

- Do they have to be told?
- Yes, they do.

I'm afraid you'll have
to count me out.

Why?

An unfortunate little experience
with their ambassador

before Abaranian Independence.
Do you remember that?

Oh, yes.

Well, what about
the feminine approach?

What do you say,
Mrs. Gale?

Yes, of course.

Is there anything else
you'd like me to do

while I'm about it?

No, I think that's all
for the moment.

- Thank you.
- I'll see you out,
Mrs. Gale.

Let me know as soon
as you get anything,

and don't forget to
give the description

of the car to Alice.

I won't forget.

Now, Steed...

what additional
arrangements
have you made

to cope with
the new situation?

All available manpower
has been laid on

during the extent
of the visit.

Twice the normal amount.

And there will be
a complete security guard

on Sharp from the time
he leaves the airport.

Sharp's visit
may be unpopular,

but it's vital
if we're to maintain

a proper area
of influence
in Southwest Asia.

Yes, sir.

Let's hope
that Mrs. Gale exercises

the proper area of influence
in South West London.

Our ministry feels
that in view

of Charter's
disappearance,
we should seriously

consider canceling
General Sharp's visit.

That's out
of the question.

Flight's already left
Abarain, Mrs. Gale.

He'll be here
at half past 10:00.

I mean, cancellation
at this stage

would arouse
considerable comment.

Our neighbors
might look upon it

as a diplomatic rebuff.

In any case,
the visit is vital.

I see.

I assume your people
will strengthen

the security arrangements?

Yes, we've already
worked out another plan.

I'll be getting in touch
with you this afternoon.

Well, I know we can rely
on the British authorities

to take every precaution,
Mrs. Gale.

I'm sure everything
will be all right.

I hope so.

Thank you
for seeing me,
Your Excellency.

Brian, Mrs. Gale
is just leaving.

Have her followed.

Why?

Just to make sure that her visit
here was perfectly genuine.

It'll be interesting
to see where she goes to next.

I suppose you realize
the implications?

All too well.

I learned my lesson
during the revolution.

One should never
trust the British.

Even when they're
trying to help us?

Least of all
when they're trying
to help us.

Hello.
Are you receiving?

Oh, good afternoon, miss.
What can I do for you?

- Well, I hope you can help me.
- Well, I'll do my best.

I'm looking for a car.

Well, I've got
several nice models
around the back.

Come and have a look.
What price had you in mind?

Well, I'm looking
for a specific car.

- Uh-huh.
- A blue Vogle Prentiss.

Oh, that's pricey
and out of my range.

I owned one
until yesterday.

Then I sold it
to a man called Charter.

Really?

Don't you know him?
He's a friend of mine.

- Should I?
- He often talks about you.

I understood you were
in the Resistance together.

It's possible. There's
a lot of us in London

that fought together
in France during the war,

but I don't remember
anybody named Charter.

That's strange.

Anyway, he's disappeared.

I don't think
I'll be able
to help you.

He talked about
having the car re-sprayed.

That's why I thought
he might have come to you.

Well, he hasn't.

I haven't done
a car like that
for months.

Well, if he does turn up,
perhaps you'd ask him

to get in touch with me,
would you?

Yes, all right,
Mrs. Gale.

Thank you.

Immediate organization
with security

to prevent such
an attempt being made.

Stop.
In view...

(phone rings)

Quilpie.

What?

A court order?
Listen, I don't care

if they want
a bill from
the House of Lords.

There isn't time.

Well, use your
blasted initiative.

- Now...
- "In view..."

In view of the imminence of
the General's arrival,

the arrest of this man
should be regarded

as a matter of the gravest,
repeat, gravest, urgency.

All right,
get that off
right away.

Yes, sir.

(phone rings)

Yes?
I see. Thank you.

- Mrs. Gale is back, sir.
- It's about time.
Show her in.

Oh, come in, Mrs. Gale.
Any luck?

The Ambassador absolutely...

Just a moment.
Just a moment.

Prefix 1009,
stroke three,
stroke eight.

All right,
Mrs. Gale,
what have you found?

The Ambassador absolutely
refuses to cancel.

General Sharp's visit.

I pointed out the danger
he might be in,

but he was quite adamant.

At midday I left the embassy
and went to Lynden's garage,

Number 4, Chepston Mews.

Michael Lynden,
the proprietor,

denied having seen Charter
or his car.

I think he was lying.

I noticed a spray gun there
that was wet,

and obviously been used
in the last 24 hours.

What was the color
of the paint?

- White.
- White?

That's not very much
like camouflage, is it?

- Is there anything else?
- No.

1009, stroke three,
stroke eight ends.

Alice, get on to
Special Branch.

We think the car
may now be white.

Alice: Yes, sir.

If you're right,
Mrs. Gale, it shouldn't

be very difficult
to find.

You think Charter
would risk leaving London?

I don't know.
We can't afford
to take any chances.

He could be 100 miles away.

He could be hiding out
at the end of the street.

Has he got any family?

There's no next of kin.
We're certain of that.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute, wait a minute.

I suppose he could have gone
to see Steve Rayner's widow,

Helen Rayner.

Yes. Yes, I remember
Mark Charter.

Of course I do.

The only thing
I can tell you about him

is that your people sent him
away with my husband

to die in circumstances
that were never explained

to anyone's satisfaction,
least of all mine.

So I don't see why
you've come to me at all.

Why have you?

Would it surprise you
to know that Charter's
still alive?

Yes.

You don't sound
very surprised.

You've seen Charter,
haven't you?

Look, it's imperative
that we find him.

- Don't you know where he is?
- No, he's disappeared.

Why would he do that?

- Didn't he tell you?
- Tell me what?

He's going to
kill Sharp.

Really?

Then he has
my blessing.

I can sympathize,
Mrs. Rayner,

but we must try
and stop him.

Why?

Apart from anything else,
he's throwing away his life.

He knows the risk
he's taking.

He can't hope
to get away with it.

He must know we've alerted
the Abaranian Embassy.

Typical hypocrisy.

It won't save Sharp.

Look, you know where Charter is
and you've got to tell me.

Doesn't his life
mean anything to you?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Gale.
I can't help you.

I hope
he does kill Sharp.

Is that all you care about,
Sharp's death?

Yes, Mrs. Gale,
it is.

I think I can understand
your feelings, Mrs. Rayner.

But doesn't it seem
a terrible waste

when your husband died
in exactly the same cause?

No.

Sharp's death
is all that
Mark's living for.

I'm not going
to stand in his way.

You're a very
vindictive woman,
Mrs. Rayner.

I thought you said
you understood
my feelings.

The loss
of a husband, yes.

But not for murder
or revenge.

You don't know
what it's like
to be made a widow.

Yes, I do.

- I say, Jenkins.
- Yes, sir?

Isn't that the fellow
who was in here
last night?

Mr. Charter?
Yes, sir.

Dashed odd.

Comes back
after five years

and then disappears
again.

Doesn't he like
the place?

He told me he was going
to the country for a few days.

Waste of a good chair.

Bring me a gin and tonic.

Yes, sir.

(phone rings)

Beadles.
Good afternoon.

Can I help you?

Oh, yes, Mrs. Gale.

No, I'm afraid Mr. Steed
hasn't been in all day.

You're welcome.

Goodbye.

(ring ring)

(ring ring)

(ring ring)

(ring ring)

(ring ring)

(ring ring)

"Blistering barnacles."

(ring...)

You're absolutely sure
about this, Mrs. Gale?

Positive.

That last address,
Hazel Cottage near
Selsey, Sussex,

is in Helen Rayner's
handwriting.

Then Steed was lying
when he said

he got that list
from Records.

Well, he must have got
the list from Helen Rayner,

which means he'd been there
before and not told us.

Doesn't sound like Steed.

Wish I knew what the devil
he was playing.

- They found
Charter's car, sir.
- Where?

Abandoned in a field
on the Sussex coast near Selsey.

Thank you, Alice.
Any news of Steed?

Well, he's still not
answering his phone.

All right.
Keep trying.

Well, Mrs. Gale,
can I interest you
in a trip to Hazel Cottage?

No, I'm fine.
How's everything your end?

Mrs. Gale?
No, she hasn't,

but I'll certainly
keep an eye open for her.

Yes, I read the papers.

That should warm
things up a bit.

Right.
I'll ring you later on.

Bye.

Memorize every feature
of that face.

It belongs
to a highly trained agent.

I want this man,
and I want him alive

and in this room before
the end of the day.

That's all.
Your car is waiting.

- Major Zulfikar?
- Hmm?

Where are they going?

- To a house in Sussex.
- Sussex?

When we arrested
Charter and Rayner
in 1959...

What's it got
to do with Rayner?
He's dead.

Yes, of course,
I know that,
but look at this.

It's a summary
of their
interrogation records.

Look at the address
given by Rayner.

- Well?
- It was a coincidence
perhaps.

But this afternoon
Mrs. Gale paid a call
on Rayner's widow,

after which
she left for Sussex.

Couldn't all this
have been dealt with
by the British police?

I thought it wiser
to get there first.

With soldiers?

It's a flagrant breach
of diplomatic practice.

In a situation like this,
we cannot afford
to be diplomatic.

- Mrs. Gale?
- Yes.

Of course.

You work for Steed.

It's all right.
I've come alone
and unarmed.

No reinforcements
on the way?

No.

In that case, Mrs. Gale,
charming as you are,

I don't see what
you hope to achieve.

- Why are you doing this?
- What?

Signing your own
death warrant.

Am I?

You can't hope
to get away with it.

Sharp's bodyguard
will be prepared
to shoot you on sight.

If they see me.

What brings you here,
Mrs. Gale?

Why do you still
want to kill Sharp?

I was ordered to.

That was five years ago
in a theater of war.

This is England,
peacetime.

It's an entirely
different situation.

- Is it?
- What do you mean?

I don't think so.

General Sharp
has people shot

simply because
they disagree with the
president of Abarain.

Does that matter
to you, Mrs. Gale?

Yes, of course it does.

Well, I intend to do
something about it.

Killing Sharp
is not the answer.

What do you suggest,

a public reprimand from
the leaders of democracy?

A vote of censure
of the United Nations?

They're the only arguments
for civilized people.

That's not the argument
of civilized people.

It's the argument for people
who can't do anything.

Be honest with yourself,
Mrs. Gale.

Why should you worry what
happens to General Sharp?

I'm not worried
about Sharp.

I'm worried about you.

(rustling)

What is it?

My Abarainian friends
from the embassy.

Look, hide up there.

They won't want to leave
any witnesses alive.

- What about you?
- I'll bluff it out.

They may not know I'm here.
We could ambush them.

(rustling)

Good afternoon.

Aah!

(gunshot)

It was an accident.

He's still alive.
I'll call an ambulance.

We'd better get out of here.

Somebody will have
heard the shot.
They're bound to.

Precisely.

That's why
we can't stay here.

He'll live.
We'll phone
the police later.

Now, outside,
please, Mrs. Gale.

We'll take
the embassy car.

They won't be
looking for that.

Where are we going?

Back to London.

General Sharp's plane
will be landing shortly.

I have no intention
of disappointing him.

Are you aware it's
the only weak link
is the airport?

The moment when Sharp
steps out of that plane

before getting into
the armored car.

(phone rings)

Quilpie.

Oh, Mrs. Gale,
yes.

What?

He left you where?

All right, get round here
as quick as you can.

Charter's back in town.

But how did he get past
the police check?

He stole
a diplomatic car
from the embassy guards.

Bayswater, Bays...

I wish I knew
where the devil Steed was.

I don't care
how long it took you
to reach a telephone.

You should've notified
the British police.

Return immediately.

What happened?

They not only let
Charter escape,

they even allowed him
to steal their car.

Not one of
your more successful
operations, Major.

(scoffs)

What time is it?

8:00.

Sharp's plane
will be landing soon.

We'd better prepare
for the reception.

How can we go on
with Charter still at large?

If he's as good
an agent as you say,

he should
be able to find
his own way here.

General Sharp and Mr. Steed,
Ambassador.

Ah.

Ah, General.

How do you do?

Well, I hope
you had a pleasant trip.

Not bad.
Do you know Steed?

No, I don't...

It was a long time,
Ambassador, and
a pretty hot reception.

- Oh. How do you do?
- How do you do?

Apparently Steed's in charge

of the security arrangements
for my visit here.

Indeed?
We've been dealing

with a Mrs. Gale
up to now.

Why wasn't I told
about Charter?

Well, we didn't want
to alarm you, sir.

Alarm me? If I'd known,
I wouldn't have come.

Exactly, sir.

We've done everything
we can to ensure

your stay will be
a successful one, General.

- Mm. Steed?
- Yes, sir.

Do you know where
Charter is now?

Not this very moment, sir,

but I don't think you have
anything to fear from him.

- What do you mean?
- I'm certain he's bluffing.

Well, I hope you're right.

Will you be at the press
reception later?

- Of course, sir.
- See you then.

Until later,
gentlemen.

Well, well, Mr. Charter.

So you finally
managed to get here.

I trust you had
a pleasant journey?

In the light of what
you just told me, Steed,

I'm willing
to overlook the fact

that you failed
to report in
for eight hours.

- Do you have a match, sir?
- Match.

Thank you very much.

I had to let Mrs. Gale
do the donkey work

in case either of us
were being followed.

Hmm. Yes, of course
you may be right.

Ah, matches, old boy,
that's the way I got them.

- Oh, sorry.
- Thank you very much.

Still, it might be
very difficult
to convince her.

Come into the fridge,
there's still

one or two things
to be done.

- Mrs. Gale.
- Miss Brisket.

I think you're wanted,
Mrs. Gale.

Oh, really?

Ah, Mrs. Gale,
you made contact
with the enemy.

I'm satisfied
he means business.

And you're
also satisfied
he's not sick?

He thinks he's trying
to rid us of a traitor.

I wish I could have
persuaded him
to give himself up.

In the circumstances,

an understandably
difficult task.

Eh, Steed.

What circumstances
are you referring to?

Steed, where have you been
for the last 12 hours?

You went to Helen Rayner's,
didn't you?

Where else have you been
without telling us?

I think
we better be going.

The reception is in less
than a couple of hours.

I'll explain
on the way home.

Well, it had better
be good...

The list...
Oh, never mind.

He's here.

Good. Bring him in.

Charter,
welcome to the party.

I understand you wish
to kill General Sharp.

You don't look the sort
of man who would kill,

just for the fun of it.

- I'll kill Sharp.
- For fun?

- Oh, no.
- As part of your job?

- No.
- Then why?

Revenge.

Revenge for
Rayner's murder,

five years
in prison

and Sharp
turning traitor
to his country.

Yes, admirable sentiments,
I'm sure.

But when it comes to the point,

do you think you'll
be able to do it?

You're not on
a Secret Service
mission now, you know.

You're in London
on your home ground
surrounded by the enemy.

I don't see how
you can possibly
get away with it.

No, of course.

You're right.

Mr. Charter,
we'd like to help you.

I don't understand.

We want you
to kill General Sharp.

- You want Sharp dead?
- Yes.

- Is this a joke?
- No.

When Sharp first
came to our country,
we welcomed him.

His knowledge was useful.
He was anxious to help us.

At the time we thought him
indispensable.

But now?
Now he's an embarrassment.

An Englishman
as Minister of the Interior.

Like a millstone
round our necks.

In short, the once
indispensable Mr. Sharp

- is now dispensable.
- I see.

You appreciate
we're deliberately

trying to embarrass
your government,

and thereby break off
diplomatic relations?

Aren't you afraid
I might inform

the Foreign Office
of all this?

It's your word
against mine.

What do you
want me to do?

Fire two shots
at the general

with a gun loaded
with blanks.

- Blanks?
- That's right,
Mr. Charter.

That's all
you have to do.

You see, we're not
looking for a murderer.

Just for a scapegoat.

I'll be blamed?

Yes.

This embassy stands
on what is technically
Abarainian soil,

so we have the right
to take you back

to our own country
to stand trial.

No, thank you, I've seen
your legal system in action.

Ah, but this time

the verdict will be
in your favor.

How very nice.

What do I do
after the trial?

I can't return
to this country.

No.

How much back pay did you get
for your years in prison?

15,000 pounds.

Mr. Charter,
we'll offer you a house,

a car and 50,000 pounds.

Who is actually
going to kill Sharp?

- I am.
- When?

At the reception
tonight.

All right.
I'll do it.

Assuming Charter
can get into
the embassy,

The reception's
the most likely time
for the balloon to go up.

Lots of people about,
plenty of cover,
not to mention publicity.

How will he get in?

He's done a job
like this before.

Where?

Little town in France
called Meaux.

- Meaux?
- With an X.

He bumped off a Gestapo chief
inside Gestapo headquarters.

What happened to that car?

- What car?
- The embassy car.

Oh, he abandoned it
in the Bayswater Road.

The police returned it
to the embassy.

That's exactly
what he did in France.

He hasn't
abandoned it at all.

He's simply
hidden in the boot

and waited
to be driven back
to the embassy garage.

(phone rings)

Steed, yes?

You were right,
Steed.

The butcher tells me
that Charter
is definitely there.

So you won't be late
for the reception,
will you?

We're just leaving.

All right, Cinders,
you shall go to the ball.

Hey, what do you
keep it in that?

Oh, in here?

Shall we go?

I should like to thank
the British government

for their hospitality
and the British public

for their warm welcome.

I hope that the negotiations
I'm to have

with your Prime Minister
will be successful,

and will further the aims
of worldwide peace.

Your presence here,
ladies and gentlemen,

is encouraging.

I had anticipated

that my welcome
would not be so warm.

There are, I know,
many people in this country

who feel that my visit

should never have been
allowed to come about.

To these I can only say
that I have come here

in the sincere hope
that bygones may be bygones.

No one is more anxious
than myself

to see a peaceful settlement
between our two countries.

We have had our differences
in the past.

But now we would like
to bury the hatchet

and let bygones be bygones.

I consider it a great honor
to have been chosen

by President Arafat
as his representative

at the forthcoming
arms negotiations.

He feels as I do.

That the quickest
and most obvious solution

to the threat of open invasion
or political infiltration

by our neighbor states
is to arm ourselves

not with weapons,
but with prestige:

the prestige of an alliance
with your government.

Shoot, man.
Why don't you shoot?

Sorry to disappoint.

Nothing was further
from my mind.

Sharp:
acts of pending aggression.

But by proposing an agreement
with your government,

which would allow us...

There's really not much
point in that now,
is there?

Without increasing in size,

and to call upon your forces
for assistance

should it be necessary,

he feels that it will be
possible to maintain peace.

Not one of your most
successful operations,
Ambassador.

That is why I'm here.

And I know that the arms
negotiations will be successful.

(applause)

(phone rings)

(ring ring)

Hello?

No, I'm afraid he's away
for the weekend.

What do you mean "good"?

Oh, it's you.

Yes, I remember, SO-11-2-7.

Well, I don't think
Mr. Quilpie would approve.

You have?

Tomorrow?

I'd love to.

The main entrance at 7:00.

Goodbye, Mr. Charter.

Bye.

Steed: Any luck
with Miss Brisket?

Yes. It was those two tickets
to Covent Garden that did it.

I don't know where
I'm going to get them from.

Not too worry,
you establish
a beachhead.

From then on,
it's plain sailing.

Which is more than could be
said for the shark head.

Incidentally,
what's going to happen to him

when he gets back to Abarain?

Return to a pretty
sticky reception.

Personally, I don't care.
He's no longer my problem.

Ah.

Might this be the moment
to inquire who dreamed up

this elaborate scheme?

We engineered it
between us.

It was really a question
of playing it by ear.

With me as
the decoy duck.

Precisely.

Wouldn't it have been
a good idea

to let me into
the secret earlier?

I mean, wouldn't it have
made life a lot easier?

Not really.

See, we figured
that General Sharp

had fallen into disfavor
with the Abarainians.

They let me out in the hope
that I'd kill him for them,

thereby embarrassing
the British government

and giving the Abarainians
a golden opportunity

for withdrawing
from the arms deal.

I still think you could have
let me know what you were up to.

In case the embassy
thought that we were
playing a double game.

Which you were.

Someone had to behave
quite normally

and appear to be
following Charter.

(doorbell rings)

Excuse me.

When I did find you,
I got the stickiest reception

in the world.

I'm very sorry about that.

Mr. Quilpie.
It's a surprise. Come in.

Good evening, Steed.

Hello, Mrs. Gale, Charter.

- Hello, sir.
- Good evening.

Just dropped round
to thank you all very much.

The arms deal has gone through,
and Whitehall is tickled pink.

And talking of pink,
I'll have a gin.

Of course, sir.

By the way, Alice asked me
to give you these.

Huh?

Oh, two dozen shin bones.

Quilpie: Oh, she said
they were for the dog.

I don't need
to sharpen my teeth.

(theme music)