The Ipcress File

Thank you.

Just these. What train, sir? 7.55 to Nottingham.

Is a compartment is reserved for Dr Radcliffe? Yes, sir.

TANNOY: The 7.55 express leaving platform 13

will stop at Rugby, Leicester, Nottingham and Sheffield.

Thank you. Thank you, sir.

Have a good holiday. Thank you, Taylor.

Henderson will meet you in Nottingham. Goodbye.

WHISTLE SOUNDS

Dr Radcliffe, here's your camera.

Where's Dr Radcliffe?

ALARM CLOCK RINGS

ALARM CONTINUES

Morning!

You should get up in the morning. 20 minutes late you are, you know.

-Anything new?

-It's all in the report.

And it's neat and tidy, unlike some.

-You want to remember you're still in the army, boyo!

-You remember for me.

Huh!

DOOR CLOSES

9.45 am, the postman - your man Haggerty - delivered two packets and four letters.

9.56 am, the baker's van left two large brown and a sliced white.

They had an extra pint of milk,

so, either there are more people, or they are drinking more tea!

-DOOR OPENS

-You're not due on for hours yet.

Ross wants you.

-So, muggins here has to relieve you.

-What does he want? Did he say?

-No.

-Didn't he say anything?

Yes, I'm in his full confidence (!)

-Blast you and blast old Ross!

-You know what?

-What?

-You've got some wiping to do. That tape's still running.

Morning!

-Morning.

-Sir.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

Come on, old pigeons.

Come in, Palmer.

Sgt Palmer reporting, sir.

Close the door, Palmer.

And don't slouch like a pregnant camel. Stand to attention!

At ease.

-Is that my B107, sir?

-As if you didn't know(!)

-And it makes awful reading. You love the Army, don't you(?)

-Oh, yes, sir(!)

You may find a better audience

-for your jokes in Major Dalby's outfit.

-What job, sir?

It could give your peculiar talents more scope than observation duties.

-Is this a promotion, sir?

-Sort of.

-Any more money?

-Let's see... You're on £1,300 pay and allowances.

-Yes, sir.

-£1,400.

-Thank you, sir. Now I can get that infra-red grill.

You'll have no time for cooking. Dalby works his men and he doesn't even have my sense of humour.

-I will miss that, sir.

-Come on, I'll take you over.

The B107, must that go with us?

I'm afraid so.

Come along, Palmer.

Good morning, sir. The butler you asked for is waiting upstairs.

-Along the passage and up the stairs. Got it?

-Yes, thank you.

-Do you mind waiting?

-..Sir.

Good morning, Dalby.

-Good morning, sir.

-I've just read your T104.

-I thought that might speed your arrival.

-It did.

It's a pity you lost Radcliffe. Still, we were expecting something of that sort.

-I hope you are not imputing negligence to my department.

-Not at all.

The killing of Radcliffe's guard has verified our suspicions.

We're investigating a brain drain.

Too many government scientists are leaving their jobs

at the peak of their careers.

-You've checked on them?

-Naturally.

CAR HORN BEEPS

126 have left in the past two years.

107 had fair enough reasons to go - better facilities, better pay.

-Three defected to the other side.

-And the other 16?

-17 with Radcliffe.

None of them had a rational explanation for quitting.

-But Radcliffe didn't quit. ..He was lifted.

-Exactly.

Now we think we've got our first real lead.

-I want you to get Radcliffe back.

-I'll try, of course.

If you don't get him back, we might have to close you down.

This department was set up for counter-espionage,

not security surveillance on people like Radcliffe!

Neither were Wilson's or Robin's departments but I put them on S1 duties.

-They were War Office. I'm Home Office.

-I know. I set you up.

And you've got a very good job for a passed-over major.

I've brought you a replacement for Taylor.

-What's he like?

-A bit insubordinate but a good man. Sgt Palmer.

-That's the lot, Mrs Norman.

-You expect me to clean a pub?

It's a good hotel.

I could have done better at the labour exchange!

You can go up now.

Good luck, Palmer. And don't forget your mop!

-Good morning, sir.

-Morning.

-Along the passage and up the stairs.

-Got it.

Shut the door.

It isn't usual to read a B107 to its subject, Palmer,

but I'm going to put you straight.

"Insubordinate.

"Insolent.

"A trickster.

"Perhaps with criminal tendencies."

That's a fair appraisal. ..Sir.

Good. That last quality might be useful.

But if I have any trouble with you, Palmer,

I shall bite you so hard you'll go back to where Ross found you.

Come with me.

A word in your shell-like ear.

-If there's anything to be reported to Ross, I report it. Understand?

-Yes, sir.

Thank you for a wonderful evening.

-Spare us the jokes. I don't have Ross's sense of humour.

-I'll miss that, sir.

-The fella whose job I'm taking, will he show me the ropes?

-Maybe.

-If you're in touch with the spirit world.

-I beg your pardon?

He was shot this morning.

-Good morning, sir.

-Good morning.

DRILLING NOISE

Murray!

-Palmer.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Give him your gun.

Issue him with a Colt .32.

-Do you know how to use this?

-Yes. I'd sooner have my automatic.

-You'll use the Colt.

-The Colt.

-Good morning, sir.

-Good morning.

-Good morning.

-Morning, sir.

-Good morning.

Morning.

-Thank you, Alice.

-Here's the file on Bluejay, sir.

-Come in, Palmer.

PEOPLE TALK QUIETLY AMONG THEMSELVES

Excuse me.

This morning our S1, Radcliffe, was lifted and Taylor killed.

It has been put to me that, if we don't get Radcliffe back,

this department will be closed.

Palmer.

Palmer is Taylor's replacement.

-Chilcott-Oakes.

-Hello.

-Carswell.

Gray, Edwards, and Courtenay.

You know Alice. You may sit down.

There are only two people in Europe large enough to market Radcliffe.

One, codenamed Sparrow, whom I've been told by the French surete

was arrested two months ago and they're still holding.

So, we are left with Eric Ashley Grantby, codename Bluejay, born Albania, 1918.

Thank you, Chico.

The one in the hat is Bluejay.

The bald one is his chief of staff, codenamed Housemartin. This was

taken in Stockholm two years ago.

Here is Bluejay in Vienna last October.

Since then he has been lying low.

Alice has done a breakdown of all his known haunts in and around London.

-I want them all checked. Jock, take these.

-Sir.

-Gray. Sir.

-Edwards.

-Sir.

-Chico.

-Thank you, sir.

Palmer.

If Bluejay has Radcliffe, he'll sell him to the highest bidder.

That must be us.

Whoever contacts him must let him know we're in the market. Get on!

Courtenay, I want a word with you.

-My name's Harry.

-I'm Jock.

-Hi.

-Hello.

-Is that his bird?

-No.

That parade-ground manner of his doesn't work with women.

He's been giving you the treatment, eh?

He's not a bad bloke, really.

Go ahead.

This'll be your desk, Mr Palmer.

-Do you smoke a pipe?

-No.

-Mr Taylor was scared of cancer.

Your clearing house reports. Your equipment requisitions.

Expense allowance indent. Motor pool chit. Yours is a blue Zodiac.

Log-book. Insurance. Civilian driving licence. And form L101.

-What is form L101 ?

-Field report. You must make one out after every job.

I've got to ask about Grantby in 19 different places then make out

-19 lots of silly answers?

-Aye.

This job's nearly all legwork.

-It may be Dalby's way of doing things but it isn't mine. See you, Jock.

-Cheerio.

-I'm always doing you favours.

-We're mates.

-Do ME a favour then.

-I'd do anything for you, Pat.

-What's his name?

-Eric Ashley Grantby.

-See what we've got.

-Thanks.

-One moment, sir.

-Now.

-Yes?

-That blonde bird you was with the other evening.

-Rita?

-What's her phone number?

-You dirty old man!

-You scratch my back, I'll scratch hers.

-You should be locked up.

-Yes!

There, sir. Thank you.

Grantby - a right master criminal.

Well, there you are, Harry. Scrutinise that.

3 parking tickets. Thurlow Gardens.

Thurlow Gardens.

Thurlow Gardens.

The last one only two weeks ago.

-Ah! Registration number. Can I borrow that?

-Go ahead.

4...1...7...

..F...L...U.

-Thank you, Pat.

-What about her telephone number?

Oh, disconnected.

-Get me Donaldson's "Crystalline Structure Of Non-ferrous Metals".

-Yes.

Mr Grantby.

We are looking for an important piece of scientific equipment.

It was lost on a train.

We think you might be able to help us get it back.

We would be willing to do a deal.

Call me after six.

SCRAPES THE CHAIR NOISILY

LINE DEAD

Operator, I'm getting unobtainable on Knightsbridge 2149.

That line is discontinued, caller.

Grantby!

All right, gentlemen, sit down.

Let's hear what you have to say.

-Carswell?

-No luck, I'm afraid, sir.

-Chico?

-No joy. I'm awfully sorry, sir.

-Being sorry is no use. Didn't anyone contact him?

-I did.

-In the Science Museum library.

-And?

-He wouldn't play. All he gave me was a discontinued phone number.

-Did you follow him?

-I lost him.

-You lost him?

-Yes.

-You idiot!

Let's see it.

Put it on your field report.

I want your L101s as quickly as possible, however feeble they may be,

and then you can all get out and look for Grantby again. Alice.

-He seemed very pleased with you.

-Well, he's got a right comical way of showing it.

-This is unauthorised.

-My mother gave it to me for Christmas.

-You're supposed to be at work.

-Oh, you ARE, of course (!)

Dalby likes to know about his new boys.

-Have you seen everything?

-Yes.

Then you know where the whisky is.

-Yes.

-Fix us both one, will you?

Thank you. Cheers!

-Do you like music?

-Yes.

Put a record on. Mozart.

Music to cook by.

What are you going to tell Dalby?

-That you like girls.

-I do!

-You're not the tearaway he thinks you are.

You also like books, music, cooking.

I like birds best.

-How did you get into this game?

-My husband was in it.

-He was killed in Tokyo.

-I'm sorry.

So, they gave me a job. You were bailed out of detention barracks.

-Yes.

-So, what bailed you in?

I was stationed in Berlin and making a lot of money out of the German army.

-They insisted the British Army made an example of me.

-What did you do?

-It's very complicated.

-It impressed Ross.

-It impressed me.

Boy, has he got me by the short hairs for it!

Still, it's better than two years in the nick. The food's terrible there.

-You're very professional.

-So are you.

-Do you need all that?

-It's as easy to cook for two as it is for one.

I thought you might join me.

No, thanks. I'm not hungry.

-You see...

-You show me.

-It's easy.

-PHONE RINGS

-Get that, will you?

-Forget it. We'll go to lunch.

-Right.

-Duty officer.

-Who wants him?

-Keightley.

-Pat, it's Harry.

-Hello, mate.

We picked up a bloke. We have a red card on him. Codename Housemartin.

We'll be right down.

-Palmer.

-Mr Palmer just left, sir, with another gentleman.

Everything's under control, sir.

I'm Palmer. Get the keys.

This way, sir.

On your feet!

He's dead, sir.

Looks as if Bluejay beat us to it.

I want to see his charge-sheet.

That's the one, sir.

Charged with unlawful possession of a suitcase. Where's the suitcase?

-The other gentleman took it.

-What was in it?

-Electrical equipment.

-"Arrested near Sanderson's." What's Sanderson's?

-A disused factory.

-Is that an outside phone?

-Yes, sir.

-225 Wellington Street.

-Calling Dalby?

-Up Dalby! I need a TX82.

-You'll never get it.

-I haven't worked for Ross without learning something.

PHONE RINGS

Keightley.

-Pat, it's Harry Palmer.

-What's up?

-Housemartin's dead. I need a TX82.

-You need 3H clearance.

-What's your authority?

-CC1.

CC1? All right, Harry. If you say so.

Give me the time and place.

2.30. They're late.

-Palmer?

-I'm Palmer.

-Right.

Let's go.

-The men are in position.

-Get them away from the door.

Having fun, Inspector?

-Did you call this TX82, Palmer?

-Yes. I think Radcliffe's here.

-Get on with it then!

Lose that door, will you?

LOUD CLANG

-I wonder what sort of factory this was.

-Search me!

No-one here, sir. Get the men out of here.

Get back in your cars, let's go!

It looks as if this was laid on for nothing. It's not good enough.

According to Central Clearing this operation was to start at 2.25.

-You started at 2.35. THAT's not good enough.

-Good afternoon.

-Thank you.

-The next time you use CC1 authority make sure you have it!

It's funny... If Radcliffe had been here, I'd have been a hero.

He WASN'T. And you're NOT.

Major! This stove's still warm.

I found this in it. A piece of recording tape.

-"Ipcress"?

-What?

-It's got "Ipcress" written on it.

Better give it to Chilcott-Oakes.

This might be something.

Yes, Palmer, it might.

-Have you gentlemen had lunch?

-No.

-No, sir.

-I'll buy you some.

SCREECHING AND WHIRRING

What do you make of that?

With a bit more equipment I might be able to make something out of it.

Keep it within reason.

-It must mean something.

-Hardly worth a TX82, though. Open a file on it, Chico.

-Yes, sir.

-Chico...

-And we still have to find Radcliffe! That means more legwork and fewer inspired hunches.

Good morning, sir.

Champignons. You're paying ten pence more for a fancy French label.

You'll get better value on the next shelf.

These do have a better flavour.

Of course. You're quite a gourmet.

-Extraordinary.

-I haven't seen you here before, sir.

-No.

I don't really care for these American shopping methods.

-One has to move with the times, I suppose.

-That's nice.

-Is it?

-Settled down with Dalby, have you?

-Yes, sir.

-And the girl Courtenay, too.

-You didn't come here...

-Excuse me.

You didn't come here to talk...

-..about mushrooms and birds.

-Perceptive of you(!)

May I?

That tape, you must have a pretty thick file on it now.

That's right.

That's baby food, sir.

-I want to see it.

-Why don't you...?

Sorry.

-Why don't you ask Dalby for it?

-I don't want Dalby to know.

-Why not?

-Don't be impertinent. I want you to do a job for me.

-Have I any choice?

Frankly, no. I don't want the file. I just want it microfilmed.

Sir...

-Stick that in my B107.

-Very funny.

-Excuse me, please.

-Of course.

-There are other people, Palmer.

-Why don't you try them?

-Dalby's not to hear about this.

-You've already said that, sir.

-Or your past will catch up with you.

Good morning.

Thank you.

Champignons. Nothing but the best for our Palmer.

You're working for Ross.

He sent you here.

Don't be silly. I'm working for Dalby. You're working for Ross.

I'm working for Dalby. You're...

What the hell ! I'm going to cook you the best meal you've ever eaten.

That was the most delicious meal.

Good.

Do you always wear your glasses?

Yes.

Except in bed.

SCREECHING

WHIRRING

-This is my itinerary for the weekend in case you become desperate to see me.

-Thank you (!)

If you spent it with me, we would save ourselves a lot of bother.

Yours, I take it?

-I'm sorry to spoil your weekend, but we're working tomorrow.

-Saturday?

-Grantby's discontinued phone number.

-Turn it over.

-The band of the Irish Guards.

-And very good they are, too! You'll find it most interesting.

I'll see you at the bandstand at 3pm.

LIVELY MILITARY TUNE

-What's this called?

-"The Thin Red Line".

Good, patriotic stuff! Got a proper rhythm to it.

-Not your line, eh?

-I prefer Bach or Mozart.

You're lucky. Mozart next.

Oh, really(?)

-We are interested in a certain piece of scientific equipment.

-The proton scattering device?

-Yes.

-We understand that you hold the sole rights.

-I don't hold them personally.

A fine piece.

Thank you. We will now play a light and classical overture by Mozart. "The Marriage of Figaro".

There's a delicacy and precision about Mozart's work.

-Transcribes well from the orchestra to military band. Don't you agree?

-Oh, yes.

-I might be able to arrange those rights for you.

-We're prepared to buy. £15,000?

-This is not a clearance sale! I can get a better price elsewhere.

-20?

-25.

-Agreed.

-Cash.

Here are the delivery arrangements.

Very neat. Must we sit through any more of this torture?

-I have a lot to do.

-They're playing well.

Tell me who wins(!)

Look out!

Congratulations(!) You've killed an American agent.

The CIA should have let us know they had a tail on Grantby. That'll teach them.

How is Radcliffe?

He doesn't remember being lifted. Physically he seems all right.

-He just needs some rest.

-Keep the S1 surveillance on him.

-I'll use Palmer.

Do you think that's wise?

You know your own business best.

Pretty good tea. Good morning.

Thank you.

-Did you find it interesting?

-Yes.

-Have you seen their collection of portrait miniatures?

-No.

-Then we must go again.

-Yes.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

I think we'll make it.

-Out of breath, Doctor?

-I'm fine, Palmer.

-In you go.

Delighted to see you. I'm sorry I'm late, Sir Robert. Not at all.

I'll say my few words and leave you to it.

Ladies and gentlemen, you've probably heard something

about Dr Radcliffe's proton-scattering experiments.

It is largely due to Dr Radcliffe

that control of the fusion of hydrogen atoms is getting

appreciably nearer every day.

It is with great pleasure

that I ask Dr Radcliffe to give us his account of his latest work.

Thank you, Sir Robert.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Today, I shall be dealing with a new meson production method,

which stems from the result...

FAINT SCREECHING AND WHIRRING

..a new...meson production...

A new...

..meson...pro...duction...

Dr Radcliffe, are you all right?

Hold it right there.

Over against the wall.

-Don't move a muscle.

-You British are supposed to be subtle.

-Yes, like you(!)

-Trigger-happy.

-Why are you here?

-I'm tailing you.

-Why?

-You killed one of our men.

Open it.

-Why did you kill him?

-He came straight at me.

That's what Dalby said. What do you know about Grantby?

-Nothing.

-I'm going to tail you till I know you're clean. If you're not clean...

I'm going to kill you.

There you are, Dalby.

We'll lunch at my club. We can walk there.

-Good bit of lunch at your club?

-Not bad. The Dover sole's rather good.

-Have you seen the medical report on Radcliffe?

-No.

The psychiatrists say that he is suffering from a form of amnesia. Physically he is normal.

But he can no longer function as a physicist. That part of his life is a blank.

Scientist suddenly becoming nonproductive, eh?

-Seems to fit in with your brain drain idea.

-Yes.

-What's our next move?

-Grantby.

What sticks in my craw is that he sold us damaged goods.

-I've sent Palmer to try to get the money back.

-Grantby won't do the right thing(!)

-Shall I pull him in then?

-No, I wouldn't advise that.

-Play him a little.

-He could easily give us the slip.

-We'll take that risk.

-If you say so.

-Incidentally...

-Hm?

-The Americans have put a tail on Palmer.

-How tiresome of them.

If he's clean he has nothing to worry about.

And if he isn't, the Americans will take care of him and save us a lot of bother.

-Major Dalby sent me to see you.

-Indeed? Too tired to come himself?

-No.

It seems that you have been slightly dishonest, Mr Grantby. You sold us damaged goods.

I merely agreed to deliver. His condition is not my concern.

We would like our money back.

No. I'm merely a pipeline. You don't know this business but you'll learn.

-Harry.

-What?

-Come here a minute.

-What?

-Round here. I want to show you something.

"Induction of Psychoneuroses By Conditioned Reflex Under Stress".

-What does that mean?

-It means I know why 17 scientists ceased to function.

-Yes?

-Look again, boy. I-P-C-R-E-S-S.

Ipcress!

-Have you got your car outside?

-Yes.

-I'm going to see Radcliffe.

I want to try a wee experiment. Take a look at it when I'm away. Be sure to lock it up after you.

CAR HORNS

PHONE RING

Oh, hello, Pat.

Yeah, this is Harry. What is it?

Yes.

Thank you.

Jock's dead.

He was shot in my car.

-That American agent must have thought it was me.

-Move in with me.

Yes. I'll go and get my things.

Come on, I'll drop you off.

Palmer here, Major. I must talk to you at once.

..Very. ..No, I can't talk on the telephone.

I must see you. ..Yes, I know T108.

-I hope this won't take too long.

-There's a dead American agent in my flat.

-You killed him?

-Someone is trying to frame me.

-Who'd want to do that?

Jock Carswell got somewhere with the Ipcress file and showed me. His killer is framing me.

Can you prove it?

-The file was stolen from my desk.

-By Grantby(!)

-No. Ross.

-Ross?

-He once asked me

to microfilm the Ipcress file.

-Why didn't you tell me this before?

-He would have put me back in jail.

-When does your cleaner arrive?

-9am.

That gives you 12 hours. I'll sort this out. Lose yourself.

Someone is trying to frame me. You've got to help me.

You're too hot!

-Harry, they might be watching you.

-I'll be watching for them.

I'll miss that train.

See you.

SHE LOCKS THE DOOR

Col Ross, please.

TANNOY: The train about to leave platform 14

will connect with the transcontinental express

travelling via Prague and Budapest.

Thank you.

I'd like a word with you, sir.

-Palmer's found a dead American agent in his flat.

-Did he do it?

He claims he's been framed.

Where is he now?

I don't know. He said that you had expressed an interest in the Ipcress file.

Your department has suddenly developed a high casualty rate.

I wonder why(!)

Pick up Grantby.

-I suggested that earlier.

-Do it now.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Billets!

-Yes?

-Tickets, please.

Hey!

FOOTSTEPS

Wait a minute!

FOOTSTEPS

-Who are you?

-I'm a doctor.

-Lie still, please.

-What's the matter with these zombies? Can't they speak?

You don't speak English in Albania.

-Albania?

-The land of my fathers.

This starving and freezing won't work with me, Grantby.

-No?

-No.

-I can resist it. I read the file.

-I know. That's why you're here.

We'll start the treatment in two days.

Wake up!

All right.

-How are you feeling?

-You tell me, doctor.

-Do sit down.

He's ready.

SCREECHING AND WHIRRING

NOISE CEASES

-The Gestapo used to beat a man for months to get him to this state.

-That's crude.

And so slow.

Relax.

Relax. You are getting sleepy.

Quite relaxed.

Listen to my voice.

Nothing but my voice.

You will forget the Ipcress noise.

You will forget all about the Ipcress file.

You will forget your name.

Harry Palmer. My name is Harry Palmer.

You have no name.

Harry Palmer. My name is Harry Palmer.

-No name.

-My name is Harry Palmer.

My name is HARRY PALMER.

He's using pain to distract himself.

Get him down.

See that there's padding on those straps next time.

-To make it easy for me(?)

-For ME.

-He is difficult.

-He'll respond.

Every time he falls asleep wake him up and bring him here.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

RATTLE OF KEY IN THE LOCK

Ready.

Fit the rhythm of the sound and vision to the pattern of his brainwaves.

Relax.

Relax.

Quite relaxed.

Listen to my voice.

Nothing but my voice.

Relax. Relax.

Quite relaxed.

You are getting so sleepy. Your eyelids are getting heavy.

Heavy as lead.

Heavy as lead.

You will try but you can't open your eyes.

You have forgotten the Ipcress noise. You have forgotten the Ipcress file.

You have forgotten your name.

What is your name?

Now you will hear a voice say, "Now listen to me."

You will always obey this voice.

-TAPE:

-'Now listen to me.

'Listen to me. You are here because you are a traitor.

'Listen to me.

'You are here because you are a traitor.

'A traitor who killed the agents of your allies.

'A traitor who stole the Ipcress file.

'A traitor who sold the Ipcress file to an enemy of your country.

'Now listen to me. Listen to me.'

Now repeat after me -

whenever I hear the voice say "Now listen to me", I will obey.

When I hear the voice say, "Now listen to me", I will obey.

You will wake up when I count five.

You will forget what has happened to you but you will remember your name.

One, two, three...

..four...five.

He's responding very well.

GUARDS' VOICES

FOOTSTEPS

KEYS RATTLE

Operator, CC1 exchange.

-PHONE RINGS

-Hello.

-This is Palmer.

-Where are you?

-I'm in a call-box at Austin's Wharf Lane.

-Just a minute.

He's broken out.

-Is he programmed?

-I'd have preferred a few more treatments.

Try him.

Now listen to me. Listen to me.

-Are you listening?

-Yes.

Phone Col. Ross and ask him to meet you at the warehouse.

I will meet you there.

Now listen to me. Listen to me.

Do it now. Then hang up and forget what I have just said.

Get those men out of the warehouse immediately.

A CLICK

Palmer?

Palmer!

Stop, Major. Don't say a word or I'll kill you.

Shut the door.

Now, don't say a word. Not a word.

Right, over here.

There. Get your back to the wall. Under the light.

BANG

Put it down.

What the hell are you doing?

Shut up!

You didn't tell me Dalby would be here.

What has happened to you, Palmer?

One of you knows exactly what has happened to me.

One of you is a double-agent.

You're right. Who wanted you to microfilm the Ipcress file?

I did that to test you.

Ross killed Carswell.

Ridiculous!

Ross couldn't have known Carswell had cracked the Ipcress file.

Courtenay told him.

-Jean was working for you?

-Yes. I'd suspected this one for some time.

It won't work, Ross. You used Courtenay just as you tried to use Palmer.

Ross killed the CIA man. He framed you.

You bastard.

Oh, dear. You used to call me a passed-over major.

Now listen to me. Listen to me.

Shoot Ross.

Shoot the traitor NOW !

I was counting on you being an insubordinate bastard.

You used me as a decoy.

-I might have been killed or driven stark-raving mad.

-That's what you're paid for.

Thank you.

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