The Triple Cross

EXPLOSION

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS OUTSIDE

BANGS FROM OUTSIDE

BANGS FROM OUTSIDE

BAND PLAYS

CAR ENGINE REVS AND BACKFIRES

JAZZ MUSIC CONTINUES OUTSIDE

CAR BACKFIRES

CAR BACKFIRES

MUSIC BECOMES LOUDER

Give us a hand, will you?

ENGINE STARTS UP

-Thank you.

-Mornin', guvnor.

Move along, then. THEY STOP PLAYING

RADIO: 'This is the BBC. In a spectacular burglary last night,

'the Gelignite Gang struck again.

'A street musician has been released after assisting police.

'Lord Beaverbrook today stated that war is impossible in our time.

'Speaking at a banquet...'

EXPLOSION

'It was reliably reported today

'that the explosive used by the so-called "Gelignite Gang"

'in their series of burglaries in and around London

'may, in reality, be a secret, new compound, introduced from abroad.'

EXPLOSION

RADIO: '..confidence in the Maginot line.

'Scotland Yard says it has detailed 17 top personnel

'to halt the operations of the Gelignite Gang.

'At each of the recent burglaries,

'quantities of discarded chewing gum have been discovered,

'suggesting the crimes are the work of foreigners, possibly Americans.'

BANG FROM OUTSIDE

BANG

MOTOR REVS AND ENGINE BACKFIRES

BANGING OUTSIDE CONTINUES

RADIO: '..raid on the Union Cinema in Hampstead,

'police were interviewing all persons known to have participated

'in safe-breaking activities of a more conventional kind.'

'With war clouds gathering over France,

'Britons are turning to the Channel Islands for their holidays.

'At St Helier, on Jersey, hotel accommodation is at a premium.

'Public houses report record business...'

-Excuse me. BBC. May I know your profession?

-Financier.

-I handle money.

-Why Jersey?

-Well, they tell me that, er...

friendships ripen quickly here.

KNOCK AT DOOR Open up the door, Chapman!

KNOCKING AT THE DOOR CONTINUES

-Eddie Chapman, you're under arrest.

-Je ne comprends pas anglais.

Grab him!

RADIO: 'Apart from its many diversions - water sports, golf -

'Jersey today is renowned for its tranquillity and repose.

'Many Britons think of retiring here.

'They speak of its fortunate climate,

'the silence that permeates the landscape...'

AIRCRAFT ROAR OVERHEAD

'In sunny Jersey, it is said,

'every day is exactly the same as every other.'

BAND PLAYS

MILITARY BAND PLAYS ROUSING TUNE

Room service!

Come on, you lousy bunch of screws!

Move your fat bottoms! Come on!

-Ain't there enough trouble round here?

-Come here. Look.

-Those Germans. There's a war on, isn't there?

-Haven't heard, Chapman?

10 months solitary. How the hell can I know?

Is there a war on or not? I thought so.

So, they've taken Jersey, have they?

Don't show off your medals, Grandad.

-They might think you killed Germans the last time.

-What do you want?

-I want the German commandant!

-Not that again!

-Yes!

-I don't like to be kept waiting.

-You're a cocky one.

-Look...

If we don't push ourselves, nobody else ever will.

Let me tell you, the more scared you are, talk louder.

Now go and tell the commandant I want to see him!

-GERMAN ACCENT:

-Outrageous! You think he wants to burn down the prison?

He was trying to set light to himself, sir.

-What's the meaning of this?

-Shut the door, there's a draft.

-On your feet in the presence of the commandant.

-Look who's giving orders!

This seemed the only way to get in touch.

-You are in touch. What object did you have?

-I want to save your job.

-Save my job for me?

-Yes.

-You'll lose it if you don't do what I ask.

-Do what YOU ask?

-I could have you shot.

-I'm asking you, in front of witnesses,

to get a message to your German intelligence.

I'd hate to be in your shoes if you don't pass it.

-Why should they care?

-They will, when they know it's an Englishman

who wants to help them, and who can.

-That's all you want? Just that?

-Just that.

Have the lock of this door changed.

Every day!

CAR HORN HOOTS

HORN HOOTS

Heil Hitler!

CHEERING AND WHISTLING

Quiet!

As impressive a list of honours as we have seen for many a day.

Wanted by Scotland Yard for thirty broken safes,

two escapes from prison, read the rest for yourself.

Facing 14 years further imprisonment. Interesting.

For what we have in mind I think he has possibilities.

You've got possibilities too!

I like you, Herr Chapman. I like his wicked tongue.

Wicked tongues can be dangerous.

Chapman, evidently you are clever.

Are you clever enough to see that now you've met all of us,

you could identify us and will probably be shot?

That is to say...

That is to say unless you hire me?

Who are you, Chapman?

Three hours of questioning, 22 cigarettes, I thought you'd understand by now.

I'm a realist, I'm in prison and I want to get out.

I don't give a damn for Germany or England. Why should I?

-You haven't finished?

-Damn right. I'm going to be on the winning side.

-Whichever it is?

-Yes, whichever it is.

If it's England, God help me. I'll have fifteen years behind bars.

Fourteen.

England? England will be no more. It will be erased to the ground.

Have I a choice? I'd rather live for Germany than die for England.

And if we wanted you to die... for Germany?

Price would be the same. High, of course.

Of course.

Take him back to his cell.

Herr Chapman?

It is possible you will hear from us.

-More probably you will not.

-That file speaks for itself.

You don't see recommendations like that every day.

Well?

Much too soon to say.

-It is obvious, he's a risk.

-Why do you say that?

Judging from his dossier he cares too much for women.

Acute observation, they say. That cigarette will make exactly 23.

ORDERS SHOUTED IN GERMAN

Chapman!

-Wouldn't listen, would you?

-I'll put in a word for you, see you promoted!

Chapman!

What is it?

Sign here.

-What for?

-What do you think?

Check 'em.

Get in, then.

OFFICER WHISTLES

Where are you taking me?

HE CONTINUES TO WHISTLE

At least it is in the direction of Paris. Yes?

Charming(!)

-Make yourself at home, Englander.

-Well, thank you!

It's for the foreigners. I hope you stay alive to enjoy it(!)

Just like home, isn't it?

-Chapman.

-Laars Veriman.

-Where are you from?

-Stockholm.

What are you in here for?

They picked me up in Paris, my papers weren't in order.

-Where are we?

-Romanville.

10km north of Paris, sort of a transit camp.

Some of us they send on, most of us they shoot.

Any way out?

No, there's not enough time to plan an escape route.

Get in here!

Bastards!

Bastards!

At least they left me with these.

Have one?

And you?

Superstitious.

What else are you?

Maltese.

So why bring me here? Malta's not at war with Hitler.

What did they grab you boys for?

Me, I was a waiter at the Savoy grill.

-They thought I was a spy.

-Are you?

You must have a great sense of humour.

If I told you...

THEY SPEAK GERMAN

You've got a nerve asking the Commander to come down here.

Yes, I thought you might understand German.

Now look, you may be a pigeon they've planted, or not,

but unless you want to wake up stiff one morning, keep out of my way.

And another thing... I'm superstitious too.

In my book, three's a crowd.

-Nice to know there's women here.

-This place has everything.

Qu'est-ce qu'il y a dedans?

Where d'you get 'em from?

One of the guards.

-Can you get us some?

-Have one now!

-Next time.

There may not be a next time.

-What's your name?

-Collette.

-There'll be a next time.

DISTANT CONVERSATION

Come on, come on now. Come on.

Get the ball now. Look at me.

Come on. Look at me now.

It's just a ball.

KITTEN MIAOWS One, two and three.

Get down now.

Ah, there you are.

You rascal.

Where have you been, huh?

-What happened?

-Ssh.

-At the far end, on the other side. And who are you?

-Franz. I'll call on you sometime.

Life is so dull here.

-What are you doing?!

-Ssh, nothing to worry about.

-They'll send you to Germany or shoot you!

-How long have you been here?

A month, but what's that do with it?

Everything.

You're right, you're so right.

-Move along there.

-Good night, Chapman.

-I must know your name.

-Does it matter?

-Quiet!

-Sorry I got you into this.

-I'll say it was my fault.

Silence!

-Paulette, Paulette Gehehr.

-QUIET!

Inventory, sign here.

-What for?

-Property of EA Chapman.

£24 in notes, six shillings in silver, one gold-plated watch.

Gold-plated? I never wear imitation!

Well...put down solid gold.

-And what address where they can be sent to?

-Address?

-So they can be restored after the war.

Put them with the other things you're holding for Paulette Gehehr.

A charming thought. She can have them if and when she ever gets out.

-You know what they're going to do with me?

-I have an idea.

-Having been a waiter, you know the difference between a sheep and a goat.

-I don't get you.

For either one they hang you!

Take him away!

OUT! OUT!

Back to work, go on.

'RAUS!

-This man is dangerous. He's a public menace.

-Not for long.

Goodbye, goodbye. Gawd bless you!

So long, Eddie.

Our turn next!

-Anything to say, Chapman?

-Well, it's been a great life.

Achtung!

Weg und...feuer!

"Shot while attempting to escape."

-But why a Jersey newspaper?

-For circulation in England to those who matter.

As an added precaution, your little friend was released - Paulette something.

-If as we think, she's in the Resistance, they will pass that back.

-Yeah, but the date.

-Tomorrow's date.

Your name is Franz Grauman, private, second-class, in the Germany Army.

-Franz who?

-Grauman, remember it.

Grauman, lovely.

What else must I remember?

Not to ask questions.

Not to go near the radio room, unless accompanied.

Not to mix with men from other sections, listen to whatever I say.

WHATEVER.

Whatever.

-Oh.

-Yes?

-I'm sorry. Was I crowding you?

-Any time.

Franz, you are about to meet your new chief,

the head of your unit, Colonel Baron Von Grunen.

Be careful with him. He is, well...unpredictable.

-But a very, very remarkable man.

-Uh-huh.

-I thought all the servants left before darkness.

-They used to.

Report to me. Come on.

Go on in.

-Don't you salute?

-It takes time to learn how to salute.

-Are you well, Countess?

-Well enough. Long motor trips are tiring.

-I suggest you get some sleep.

-Tomorrow morning at nine, Herr Steinhager.

-Nine o'clock.

-Good night.

-Good night.

Deutsche Ordnung - German order.

Sit down.

You're a safe-cracker, prisoner, private, second-class,

and a potential member of the most successful espionage group in the army.

A long way in one day.

-To your health, Grauman.

-I thought you only drank the Fuhrer's health.

-To the health of the king of England.

-I'll drink to mine.

-You might be called a businessman.

-Makes a change, brandy with a pedigree.

-This object also has a pedigree.

-It's Persian, six, seven hundred years old, isn't it?

And it can be destroyed in a fraction of a second.

You were once one of His Majesty's footguards. They taught you to shoot?

Yes.

From there, shoot the head of this animal.

You obey orders in a roundabout way.

-But that happens to suit me.

-You didn't really want me to do that.

The shot you just fired either broke the microphone that I believe is hidden in this room,

or the eardrums of the man listening in.

In the paintings or the lamps, no doubt. I tell you as a warning. Mistrust EVERYBODY.

-Oh, I always have.

-I mean EVERYBODY without exception. Clear?

Good night.

And Grauman, tomorrow you will say "Colonel" or "Sir".

You will salute properly as in the army by clicking your heels

or touching your cap.

All right, Baron.

Goodnight.

GENTLE TINKLING PIANO MUSIC PLAYS

DEE-DEE, DA-DA, some people can't distinguish the difference.

Hopeless to try and teach them.

The best place to hide the igniter - the join in the rails.

Cover the wire with a dead fly or a piece of dirt.

Or anything.

Keep codes as simple as possible - the Bible, any well-known book.

An agent mustn't carry incriminating equipment. It all must be home-made.

Improvise. Flash powder with sugar and saltpetre. This you can find in a hardware store.

Paper and saltpetre gives a five-second fuse.

The same number as a psalm - your key for codes.

To make a time fuse - an ordinary watch.

Use the either the minute or the hour hand to make the contact.

Watch the light bulb. A substitute for an explosion.

A human igniter can be even better. The spring of a rat trap.

You don't need much weight.

Send XXX at the end of each message or we know you've been captured.

A home-made detonator out of a child's toy. A construction set.

Let someone else do the job for you.

This is one of our own manufacture.

A gun for firing round corners. You see the enemy in the mirror. He can't see you.

Everything there you can find in hardware stores,

all to make an explosive.

Set if off with any friendly, familiar object.

Secret radio frequencies of other agents.

He should be ready in two months.

-I have certain doubts about him.

-I told you he was your responsibility, Countess.

Study him thoroughly - it could be worthwhile.

The English Secret Service trained him and imprisoned him in Jersey,

so he could infiltrate himself into our service.

-His criminal past is a fiction meant to deceive us.

-I say he endangers our work here.

You have a personal prejudice against him. Steinhager, you discovered and investigated him.

-You arranged for him to be watched. Do you have second thoughts?

-Baron, I trust no-one.

I'm a security officer. It's my duty to suspect everyone.

Are you going to say that you also suspect the Fuhrer?

I didn't go to the University of Heidelberg like yourself.

Before the army, I was a policeman.

-And as a policeman, I know men.

-The discussion is closed.

Franz Grauman will be trained for an extremely important mission.

You don't have to know about it for now.

Report to me anything he says or does, no matter how charming and pleasant a companion he is.

You seem determined to force me into his bed. Anybody would think I need a procure.

-Procurer, manager.

-Yes, that's how you saw it always.

I saw that in your case, someone was needed to develop your latent possibilities.

Charmingly put.

You had costly training in England. I hope to see the results now.

One day I'll tell you how costly it has been.

You already have, several times.

Grauman.

Back to work. Good hunting.

Who sent you in here?

I couldn't sleep.

You didn't try hard enough.

-What's the matter?

-Couldn't sleep.

I could read you a nursery rhyme. Or sing you a lullaby.

-Just you try.

-You should hear me sing. A voice like a cornflake on a stormy night.

-Tell me, what is the matter?

-This place is getting me down.

-I'm not surprised. They work you like a mad man.

-That parachute training - I can hardly move.

Come on, turn over - I'll give you a rub.

-Turn my back on you? Are you out of your mind?

-Don't be a fool - I am in charge of the English section.

You are in the English section.

-What's so funny?

-Oh, this whole business.

Every little spy is spy is a...

Well, it's a shabby business. But you're not training for the priesthood. The money is good.

-I haven't seen any of it yet.

-You're not the only one! There.

-Oh.

Yes, boss. I suppose...

-What, you suppose?

-If anyone can be honest in this business, it's you.

Yes, honest little Helga Lindstrohm. The poor man's Mata Hari.

Who, if she could give me away, would do it.

I wouldn't enjoy it.

-But you would.

-That's what I'm paid for, isn't it?

-I think I like you.

Helga Lindstrohm.

-I do like you.

-I'm glad you do.

It's not part of the deal, but I prefer it like this.

SIREN WAILS

They must be on their way.

Well, at least we can both say it isn't one of ours.

THEY SHOUT ORDERS IN GERMAN

-Got a light?

-Yes.

Gentlemen, there is very little time.

British and Canadian forces landed an hour ago at Dieppe -

a diversion from an all-out invasion elsewhere.

We must suspend all training activities

and round up potential Resistance French personnel.

I'm handing over control to Colonel Steinhager. His experience in these matters is far greater than mine.

Yes, Colonel. Men, we meet in 30 minutes.

HE SHOUTS ORDERS IN GERMAN

This way.

MORE SHOUTING Open up!

Open up, I say!

Quick, finish your message and hide your radio.

Come on, come on!

-HEAVY KNOCKING I'm finished.

-Go to the bedroom.

-Take the back staircase.

-Open up!

-German police!

-Hurry up!

-Open this door!

-Quick.

-Open up this door!

-What is it?

Yes.

Come in.

Papers?

Search them, always do that first.

Where did you get that watch?

Where?!

I didn't take it.

-Who from?

-It was given to me.

-By whom?

-A girl.

-Her name?

-Her name?

-Just a girl.

Tell me where she is.

Tell me where she is.

Bravo, Grauman. You're beginning to learn the business.

All right, I'll look after them now.

You search the other apartments.

Get up.

Now I want to talk to you.

-Get up.

-Eddie, that's you...

-Quiet!

Why are you wearing that uniform?

-You gave this away.

-They said that you were dead.

You have to get out of here now, otherwise you're finished.

Leave an address with someone in this house and don't give this away.

Ah.

-Am I intruding?

-You intrude? Never.

No, that's not your type, surely?

We're after bigger fish than that.

She's not even small fry.

Name?

Proceed.

-Name?

-Gilligan, Duncan.

-I don't want to interrupt you.

-113030.

Name's James. I'm a sergeant.

483295.

-Rank?

-Lieutenant.

-Number?

-632051.

Huh! He has a wife in a million.

"This is to certify that while overseas, Sergeant William Daniels, my husband,

"has full permission to consort with any pretty girl."

-You speak it well.

-Four years in night school, you pick it up.

One of them, are you? Take a look.

Another bloody renegade...

SHOUTING

Push off, will you?

Well, as I was saying, before I was interrupted...

One lighter, one 20 size packet of Players containing 12 cigarettes,

three-penny bus ticket, bar of chocolate,

-hotel bill, box of matches...

-Leave the rest here, Keller.

Does it mean that against my recommendation you will use Grauman?

It means check items listed, nothing more.

-Do you approve the contract?

-It seems all right, but why a contract?

-THEY SPEAK GERMAN

-This is a personal contract between you and me.

It gives me control of you.

The Luftwaffe can't have the use of your services

-without my permission.

-They want me?

-Succeed in this assignment and they'll want you.

-I don't know what this assignment is.

You won't know till the last moment.

Unless the British paid their troops in counterfeit money that's Sterling.

We took over £1 million at Dunkirk alone.

Are you ready to sign the contract or do you have any more questions?

Two questions - the 100,000 marks I get paid - when and how?

When you succeed and in any currency you wish.

Are they in there?

-The safe.

-Sign.

I think this calls for a celebration.

If I'd been running the Savoy Grill, you'd have been fired the first day.

Your navigation, Major... Swimming the Channel was never an ambition.

Your people live very well.

But of course. Can't you see? We literally lack nothing here.

Nothing at all.

My people are special. Exceptional talents deserve exceptional treatments.

Are all of them equally special?

You have a mission tonight. You mustn't flirt with me.

Some of the most highly trained specialists in the world are here.

-Ah.

-Care to see a demonstration?

In this watch is a time fuse.

He will blow up one of the trees outside at the stroke of nine.

Let me go with him, keep an eye on him.

-Good idea - you haven't been drinking.

-I have been drinking!

HE IMITATES A BRASS INSTRUMENT

Now he has gone.

-Nine o'clock.

-It must be fast. My people don't make mistakes.

-Not of this sort.

-I heard you - what a fox.

I'll check it with the nine o'clock on the BBC.

You listen to the British?!

You heard the Colonel - special treatment.

RADIO: This is the BBC Home And Forces programme.

This is the Nine O'Clock news... EXPLOSION

CONFUSED SHOUTING

Grauman!

Where are you, Grauman? Grauman!

Where's Grauman? I've looked everywhere.

Where were you?

-I cut it on some broken glass.

-Let me look at it for you.

Oh, dear.

HE TUTS

You don't think I cut it myself? Now, really!

-Good luck.

-Thank you.

-Eddie.

-Oh.

Now, here are your special instructions.

Within 15 minutes of landing in England, you must get on the air to us with a safe landing signal.

That's a must, or we'll send another plane with a replacement.

-15 minutes - clear?

-You'll hear from me in much less time than that.

Heil Hitler!

-Bye.

-Heil Hitler!

-Oh, heil Hitler.

Colonel, they are transmitting.

CODE COMES THROUGH

They are circling the landing area.

We are here. Stand by.

Hey, you bloody fool!

The release check.

He's not going to transmit. I can tell you exactly what he's doing right now.

He's given up every intention of carrying out his mission.

He's trying to get a ride into the nearest town.

Still nothing yet.

Are you convinced now, Colonel? That makes 40 minutes.

We'll wait another 30 minutes.

Made in France?

Bastards!

I want you to bring him back to me - dead or alive.

-He can't have anywhere to hide.

-The cars are ready outside.

Come on.

I'm convinced you are making a mistake. It may be woman's intuition but I feel something's happened.

Colonel Steinhager was right to impose this test, or a serious mistake might have been made.

If you have caught him, I'm glad it wasn't I who caught him for you. I'm going to bed.

CODE COMES THROUGH

Wait! Wait! I've got something.

-I've got him now.

-What is it?

-Grauman is transmitting.

Tell him to stay where he is, we're coming for him.

Your feminine intuition, Countess, is remarkable.

-Come on!

-FRANTIC CLICKING

DISTANT SHOUTING

Grauman!

What kept you, you imbeciles? Who do you think you are?

-Is that a bat or a strong box?

-Right in the middle of that tree!

Stop that!

-I had to put you to the test.

-Charming(!)

Last time I'm jumping, that's all. Thank you very much.

-Next time will be the real thing.

-My nerves won't take it.

-It's a shock. I'm scared to hell of it.

-Really?

-Yes.

It's gonna take a bigger shock than that to get me back to normal.

-By that you mean...?

-An extra thousand pounds.

HE SIGHS

-Who sent you in here?

-I couldn't sleep.

-Try harder.

At least you'll be sure of one thing for now.

Is that all you have to say to me?

No. Heil Hitler(!)

-SHE GIGGLES

-Heil Hitler!

The factory entrance. Only one policeman on duty.

Power plant.

The position for explosives.

Thank you, Lars.

-You won't forget all the codewords I taught you?

-No, no, no.

-And the XXX at the end?

-Clear as mud.

-See you later.

-These photographs are much more detailed.

-Study them.

-I've been on this for five days, I know them backwards.

Know them frontwards too. This is your last chance.

Grauman, always remember one thing,

you're under contract to me.

These are clean.

One lighter. Box of matches.

-You'd better drop me in the right place or else.

-All right.

-Put this on, it will make you feel better.

-What is it?

Tonic for your nerves. It's a thousand pounds.

I hope it's all right. I don't like passing counterfeit.

Sling me one of those, would you?

May I have a cigarette, please?

One last thing.

If you're captured, take this.

It's very effective.

-It kills instantly.

-Thank you, how touching(!)

If I don't hear from you in three days, I'll write you off.

-I'll be back in three days.

-GUNFIRE

-Safer up there than down here.

-I'll bring Chapman.

ENGINES HUM SOFTLY

-Have we crossed the English Channel yet?

-We have crossed it.

ANTI-AIRCRAFT FIRE

I thought I was unpopular, but this is ridiculous!

Green light, stand by!

BEEPING Position report, sir.

BEEPING CONTINUES Aircraft...circling...dropping zone.

Altitude...

-1,200.

-Leo, go and tell the colonel.

COWS MOO

COCK CROWS

HE KNOCKS DOG BARKS

-Stop that noise! What do you want?

-I'm a British airman.

-May I use your telephone?

-Telephone?

-I've got to get to the police.

It all checks, sir.

This frequency was on our intercept list of enemy agents in Norway.

Looks like he is telling the truth.

Produce Eddie Chapman's criminal record I can answer any question.

I'll be blunt.

Our position is that the real Eddie Chapman was executed in Jersey.

HE LAUGHS

I dropped out of the sky up there to make a deal with you down here.

But my bargaining position is getting weaker every second.

This is the third day!

Who'll be responsible for not buying some of the best intelligence? You will.

Pretty uniforms and your old school ties.

By having nerve, you got away with murder with your German friends.

-But it's not going to work here.

-It worked before, it can work again.

If you try it on, you won't be allowed to transmit that message.

Or you may find yourself back in prison for those 14 years.

What do you have to say about that?

Sir, I'd say...

"It would all be a terrible waste."

Hmm.

Frankly, so would I.

CLICKING

Remember the three Xs.

Oh, thank you.

-If we don't hear anything, we'll try again.

-Yes.

BEEPING

Blow up...

Vickers...

Thursday...

03.00...

hours.

"Repeat 03.00 hours precisely for reconnaissance check.

"Jolly Albert terra terra." What's that last bit?

It's a private joke, one of the chaps is called Albert.

-Spare us the details.

-Right, sir.

Reconnaissance check means they must be taking this seriously.

-Or don't they trust you?

-They'll have to if he does the job.

You're not going to actually blow up Vickers.

It'll be worthwhile if you fall in with what we have in mind for you.

I'm always open to a proposition.

Even if it means going back to the Germans? Working for us, this time.

-This time on an exclusive basis.

-Exclusive, that comes extra.

At least you're consistent, Chapman. I'll say that.

Going back there, my life will be in danger.

It's in danger now.

A man who drops into England by parachute with a German radio

and the ID of a man who's been reported dead, you could hang.

That's rather nasty. Not what I expected from British fair play.

We've established that you're not going back for patriotic reasons,

what else would interest you?

£10,000. Half in advance, in cash. I don't trust banks,

people keep robbing them.

£10,000, that's all?

A free pardon.

And a nice, shiny medal like the one he's got on.

It's a pleasure to do business. You know so clearly what you want.

In case we don't through with this Vickers sabotage,

-you were a guardsman, weren't you?

-Mm-hmm.

Your call-up papers for the army will be served on you by breakfast.

Blackmail. This war has destroyed all moral values, really.

I'm a pacifist. I'm against all wars.

That makes two of us.

Coming?

Well, my instructions were precise.

-Join in with the rest of the nightshift.

-Stop, here.

And go through one of the gates, like that one.

'I was told to join in with the workers. Listen to what they say.'

-Hello, Charlie!

-Hello, Charlie!

Hello, Bert!

Hey, you! >

Your cap.

'You have to go to a washroom and hide there until midnight.

'When there's a meal, join the mob again.

'This gets you into the main factory area.

'The next part's much worse.

'One crewman told me the food is ghastly. He wasn't fooling.

'My orders were then to follow the others out, staying till last.

'The end building houses the generator -

'the main dynamo that supplies power to the whole factory.

'22 paces from the north corner of the building...

'..plant your plastic explosive.

'Insert the igniter.

'Set your wrist-watch time fuse for a seven-hour delay.

'My orders were then to go back to the washroom,

'hide in there, until 6am when the night staff goes off.

'Then, like the rest of them, make your way home.

-Now, do you believe me?

-Interesting, anyway.

Sitting out here, I've been thinking.

If I can persuade the War Cabinet would you do your part of the deal?

What do you mean?

Well, for instance, justice.

Lord Beaverbrook has been held up by the Prime Minister,

but he's on his way. He apologises.

But speaking for the Ministry of Aircraft Production,

I can only say that we would take a very dim view of your blowing up our biggest factory,

as your memorandum suggests.

We were keen to have him destroy the works to indicate that he's more successful than they thought.

The problem is, if Chapman fails to carry out this mission, the Germans will know there's something fishy.

-His value to us as an agent is destroyed.

-I must confess my ignorance as to his activities here.

However valuable his services,

you can't expect the Ministry of Aircraft Production to allow a plant

-to be put out of action for a whole month.

-My friend, I have news.

After I've seen Lord Beaverbrook, that's precisely what I do expect.

First time a cop carried my tools to and from a job.

-You'd make a good nightman. In prison, you'll be my first choice.

-In business, you'll be mine.

BELL

EXPLOSION

An unidentified aircraft in sight of the coast

coming in at southeast minus ten.

Thank you.

Call all anti-aircraft battery, let the unidentified aircraft through.

-It's one of ours back from mission.

-No, sir. The aircraft is German.

-You said it might be. So they are sending one?

-It's just as I...

TELEPHONE RINGS

Battery 554 states the aircraft is out of range, continuing on its way.

That's funny.

It's even burning on the roofs we didn't go near.

Someone else must have been smoking.

Let's get back.

17:35, the Admiral,

Brigadier Dalrymple,

WAAF officer, name unknown.

Well, you seem to be very comfortable here.

It's a bit racier than most prisons I know.

This is Squadron Officer Laurence - one of our top camouflage people.

She's proud of the work they did last night. Show him.

Those false buildings on fire should have fooled the Germans.

Ah! It's taken in the dark.

-Yes - infrared film.

-A-ha.

You didn't tell me you did that much damage.

So it looks to me and I'm an expert.

-And this - taken not more than five minutes after the German plane had gone.

-So his photos would be...

-Similar to that one.

-The factory - how long will that be out of action?

The night shift will be on at midnight.

Sir, they're calling Chapman on the radio.

-Answer for me, will you?

-They could identify your finger on the tapper.

Take care of this.

HE TAPS KEYS

BEEPING

No...

..submarine possible.

Proceed...

Lisbon...by ship.

Last message.

That's funny.

Good show, well done.

Last message sounds like breaking off contact, doesn't it?

I can't say I like it.

I can't say I like it at all.

There's a funny smell to it. Something's not quite right.

It's because we're concerned for your welfare that we're having this talk.

I'm not sure it's safe for you to go back.

If it was made worth my while...

The financial terms have already been agreed.

Also the matter of the Distinguished Service Order - no.

I wear it when I'm in uniform. I'm a snob about whoever else wears it.

If you do go back now,

it will be on my terms.

The day of the private war of Eddie Chapman has come to an end.

-Are you with me?

-I'm not sure I'm WITH you, but I'm beginning to get what you have in mind.

It lives 600ft down in the sea, between the rocks

and it eats small fish and it's also fond of human flesh.

So far, you've had it pretty good.

You've been working for von Grunen - an old-school gentleman,

but you're NOT working for a gentleman now.

You've got to decide who's going to win this war and God help you if the Germans get to London.

They'll find tons of official and secret documents

in beautiful crumbling ashes.

In a convenient fireplace in MI5,

they'll find the half-burnt dossier of Edward Arnold Chapman.

That half will be enough to get a rope round your neck or a bullet through your brain within the hour.

I don't know what's happened to the British sense of justice.

Well, all right. Now, remember the first 5,000.

And no cheques. Hmm?

Fine.

We have to do is get you back to the Germans in the best condition.

The first time here, you complained of your treatment.

I told you,

it was...

It was be...

-And the time of the train?

-Just before six. I told you.

Corridor or no corridor?

-None, as I remember.

-I want a definite answer.

No corridor.

Look, I'm tired now.

I've got to get some sleep.

Give him another drink - that should wake him.

You'll take over in half an hour.

-That film you saw the first night in London?

-A pretty girl called...

Sally, er...

Grey and Anton Walbrook and er...

Warsaw Concerto, that was the name, something like that.

-Which cinema?

-Marble Arch.

-And the colour of your railway ticket to London?

-White.

-No, no -

green, white's first-class. There is no first class on local railways.

-One mistake like that with the real boys and you'll be a goner.

-Please,

-I've been here days.

-15 hours and they'll keep you 30 straight.

-Make him finish the bottle.

Grill him for another four hours. If he survives, it will be safe for him to catch the ship tomorrow night.

Gentlemen, thank you. You've taught me one thing -

never let the Polish catch you.

And Chapman,

in case we never meet again, I'm relying on you to do a good job.

After all, you do represent a considerable investment.

-HE GROANS

-Now, sugar ration -

-how many ounces a week?

-Oh!

-I adore you!

-Why?

Because you never, never change.

I don't have time for backchat.

-It was you in the black car?

-Yes.

-I had to reach you before Schnapps or Keller.

-Where's von Grunen?

-On the Russian front.

-Russia?

Why?

Some say it was your doing.

-Ah!

-Senor?

-Una manzanilla, por favor.

What am I being blamed for now?

Three of our best people in England

were liquidated within days of your arrival.

-The arm of coincidence can't be that long. You do follow?

-Oh, yes.

-You'll be interrogated for three days. I hope your story's good.

-Yes.

Neither of us can be safe

-unless von Grunen is brought back and you can do it.

-How?

There's information that you can give to him.

-No. But he owes me a lot of money.

-Can you prove that?

-It's in the contract.

-As soon as they are satisfied at the chateau,

-I might get the right people by telephone.

-Agente provocatrice.

Hey, you're working too hard.

Why?

Does it show?

-Why don't you stop? This is a man's game.

-Yes, I will stop.

One must stop, sometimes.

At the moment, I have to be clever.

Let's both be clever.

DOORBELL

This way.

Come in.

You are Franz Grauman?

Unless you're the military attache, no I'm not.

Whatever I am is not your business.

You will please go to that table

and write down all of your activity from when you arrived in England.

You will omit nothing.

You both seem overjoyed to see me.

Of course we are.

Welcome back.

There's only one Franz Grauman - he's the man.

He hasn't changed, not one bit.

At least life will be more gay at the chateau now he's back.

Just when we'd given him up forever.

-Given me up?

-I never thought you'd dare come back

after all that has happened.

-Well, why not?

-It takes courage to do what you are doing now.

Walking into the lion's den like this.

Well...

I've come back for my money.

-What money?

-100,000 marks the baron owes me.

-Who is no longer with us.

May no longer be with anybody.

Conditions on the Eastern Front are appalling.

-This is defeatist talk.

-Yes, all right.

Everybody knows that our glorious armed forces are winning victory after victory on the Eastern Front.

A few more triumphs and we'll be fighting in Berlin itself.

-Colonel Steinhager, please.

-Yes.

In the meantime, put down on paper your experiences in England.

It should make fascinating reading.

Omitting nothing.

-You have time?

-Oh yes, we have time.

After all, time is on our side, isn't it?

Your possibility of political asylum has been lost, Franz.

We have crossed the border.

I don't know what you're getting at.

You were in neutral territory. Now you're not.

-Franz, come on.

-Eddie.

Good luck.

-Heil Hitler.

-Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

For you.

Oh, yes. They are waiting.

-They have been waiting quite a time. They don't like to wait.

-Come on.

Come on!

-What is it, huh?

-Is there somewhere I can...?

-Bathroom through there.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Grauman!

Open this door!

-KNOCKING CONTINUES

-All right.

What's the matter with you? You look terrible.

I had no food I suppose.

Drink this. A man must put something into his stomach.

I know someone who was just about to.

Grauman.

OK, gentlemen, that is about all for now. We shall discuss this later.

Take these papers.

Go on.

Field Marshall Rundstedt, may I present to you Lieutenant Special Service Franz Grauman?

They told me your story. I've been looking forward to meeting you.

Read it.

"To Lieutenant Special Service Franz Grauman

"for successful achievements on behalf of the German Army,

"culminating in an exploit that resulted in the destruction of the Vickers Aircraft factory in England.

"At personal risk, and requiring specialised skills. Your award is made herewith of the Iron Cross.

"In the name of the Fuhrer, Adolf Hitler.

"It is worthy of further notice that Grauman is the first Englishman to become a recipient of this honour."

In the name of the Fuhrer, Adolf Hitler.

Now that you have been promoted to Lieutenant, the first thing you need is a visit to my tailor,

-and a different uniform.

-That's very kind of you.

Is there anything else you want? Anything I can do for you?

Well, yes, I... I don't quite know how to put it.

There is, actually.

There most certainly is.

-We're glad to see you back, sir.

-No need for speeches. I'm glad to be back.

Your buttons need shining.

I think that includes all my personal documents.

These are the files on the general administration.

Thank you, Steinhager. I'm sorry to make you clear everything out.

It's better to start off the way I intend to continue.

How did you get a hold of this?

-What?

-This aerial photo.

What is it an aerial photo of, Franz? Tell us.

And where have you seen it before? Hmm? Tell us.

It's the Vickers factory of course.

Look, I spent four days learning the layout, looking at pictures...

in this very room.

I've seen it before.

No, Franz. Pictures, drawings, but not aerial photographs.

And certainly not aerial photographs of a factory on fire.

Don't you think you have made a dangerous little slip-up this time?

Hmm? Don't you?

-My English friend.

-Oh, give over, Steinhager. You're getting as nutty as Keller.

-Once a policeman, always a policeman. Is that how the saying goes?

-Yes.

And it doesn't make me angry, as you would like it to.

I am proud of being a policeman and grateful. We policeman have to be kept on no matter what the regime.

Whether Germany is ruled by an emperor or communists or national socialists, the state needs policemen

-and the policeman is asking you one more question!

-Hurry it up, then!

You said, "How on earth did you get hold of this?!"

As if it were surprising for us, the Germans, to have this picture.

Why would you ask that if you had seen this picture before,

-when you were studying here? Why?

-It's meant to be of the highest security rating, kept in a safe.

Now they're flogging them around for one and all to see.

-Until the baron returned,

-I

-was in charge! I wasn't one and all.

Oh, Franz, you disappoint me.

-You disappoint me that you cannot think of anything better!

-Steinhager...

if you feel so strongly that you have a case against Grauman, then you must make a formal charge,

press for an investigation.

But if you are wrong... it will be your responsibility.

-Are you willing to take the risk?

-What would be the use? Franz seems to have friends in...high places.

No, it's just that I am disappointed professionally.

Cruelly disappointed.

That is the first time I feel sympathy for that man.

And, of course, he is right...

he's bound to survive.

-Why him?

-He's doing his job...

he enjoys it. That's what makes him dangerous.

Ah, well, Baron...

welcome home.

CAR HORN BEEPS

BEEPING CONTINUES

This certainly is not the German army that conquered Poland, Norway and France in under one year of war.

No, it certainly isn't.

Strange.

I am part of this army...

and yet I like to think of myself as a pacifist.

I'm a pacifist myself.

I wonder, Eddie... all the time I wonder...

what you really are.

Helene, a packet of Gauloises, s'il vous plait.

More champagne, I think, don't you?

Garcon!

I'm afraid I'll have to leave you. Those friends of mine in the corner, I cannot keep them waiting.

Fearfully top army echelon, are they?

-Bring him another bottle and when he has finished that, put him in a taxi and send him to his hotel.

-Yes.

I'll see you in the morning.

-You look so sad and lonely.

-I'm a sad and lonely type.

Then don't you think...?

YOU push off. I was here first.

-Bonsoir.

-She doesn't belong here!

-Run, don't walk.

I know I'm late. I'm sorry. Your telegram was difficult to deliver. And now...I have another name.

-Oh. Legally.

-Yes. My husband's name.

-Why did you want to see me?

-To ask you the time.

And what else?

Well...the last time I saw you, you had friends with you. Remember?

Friends in the Resistance.

I'm not trying to trap you, believe me. I need help.

-Help from the French underground. I've got to...

-< CHAMPAGNE CORK POPS

-I must have radio communication with England.

-I can't possibly...

You don't have to admit to anything, just listen. Suppose you knew someone in the Resistance...

and suppose he checked up on me with London...when he found out I was all right, he could contact me.

If I knew such people, what would you want to tell them?

Take a look at that table in the corner.

-One of those generals is Field Marshall Von Kluge. The colonel with him is Von Grunen.

-Meaning what?

Von Grunen is using me as a cover to attend that meeting over there.

Today is Tuesday. I only buy books on Fridays and Saturdays.

..So the names really do mean something to you.

Do me a favour, will you?

Get me in touch with England by radio. And then do me another?

Right afterwards... get out of this business.

Deux cents francs, monsieur.

At eight o'clock. At the bistro called Les Bons Nuits, rue Lamartine.

Eight o'clock?

Merci, monsieur.

Let me know straight away.

Well?

We'll come back in a few minutes.

Le rouge?

Paulette?

Bonsoir.

Raymond!

-Raymond.

-Coming.

Salut.

-Can we talk here?

-Mmm. Nowhere safer.

-Got me cleared with London?

-If you have something to say, I may be able to get it across there.

-You're taking an awful risk, talking like that. Openly.

-That's the secret. The trick.

Talk openly. I can deny anything.

You have a grudge against me, maybe?

Or you want me out of the way for some reason?

Now, is there still something you want to tell me?

I could've used somebody like you back in the good old days.

-I'll tell you fast. 21st Panzer and the 19th Light have arrived in France.

-How do you know?

-The generals were at dinner...

-Yes?

-Paris, on Tuesday night.

Something pretty funny going on among those generals. The regular army ones, I mean.

It involves a senior officer on the general...

I might have known.

Keller!

I'm surprised to see you here, disreputable dive like this.

I'm not surprised to see YOU, however.

Everybody seems to have his hands in his pockets.

-HE TUTS

-What is it, a raid or something?

But you take your hands OUT of your pocket.

Bit jumpy, aren't you, Keller? What seems to be bothering you?

-Cigarette?

-You are under arrest.

Oh, Captain, you need your head examined!

-I received your telephone message. I came as soon as I could.

-Sorry, it turns out it was a false alarm.

He got away. And you...? What are you doing here?

It's a coincidence. They happened to walk in. Isn't that right?

As Grauman says, sir... A false alarm.

I don't know what's happening here, but I intend to find out.

It had better be important enough to take me from a dinner with the Colonel General! Back to your hotel.

-Stay there until I send for you.

-Yes, sir.

-We have a rendezvous tomorrow evening. Don't miss it.

Now it's you!

A telephone message.

It's from you?

Better ask Grauman!

He seems to be the only one who knows what's going on.

Night, all.

Leave your coat here. I'll sign for both of us. ..Evening!

Ah, my dear cousin, THIS is your celebrated protege.

-Good evening, gentlemen.

-Fuhrer!

-How's your father? Haven't seen him for years! Is he keeping well?

-Quite well, sir.

-We must all keep well!

-Colonel General, may I present Lieutenant Special Services, Franz Grauman.

-Good evening.

-Heil Hitler!

-Mm.

Extraordinary how things have changed, isn't it? Instead of "Heil Hitler", he grunts.

- Colonel Steinhager! - Ja?

Nobody is to go in or out until the meeting is quite over. No exceptions, sir?

None. That's an order.

Looks like we're in for a very rough night, my friends!

I say no, no and no. The last mission was entirely for the benefit of the Luftwaffe.

- This time the Kriegsmarine must have a chance! - Grauman belongs to the Army!

-The Navy is the senior of all the services!

-Yes, and the smallest.

My dear Admiral, and esteemed friend, your argument is very weak.

This meeting is going to last a week.

< Shan't sleep for a week as it is!

LOUD DISCUSSION > My God, the Luftwaffe are going to bomb the Navy! OUR Navy!

-< I said that it's impossible!

-They're running out of steam already.

-I am just waiting for the right moment.

-Lower your voices!

You can be heard halfway across Paris!

General Schuler is in there! I demand he receives this message!

My entire career could be destroyed! An SS general being refused a communique?!

You know our instructions! I must insist.

Insist?! You INSIST?!

Sit down at once!

I may not be SS, but by God,

I will court-martial you for disobeying orders!

Give it to me.

Any minute now.

It doesn't look as though that is going to work out either.

-The only solution for this is a mission that will have something for each of them.

-So it seems!

-Have you a suggestion?

-In England, Colonel General, near Portsmouth,

five heavy bomber stations are airfields for quite specific targets in Germany. Planes from Lakenheath

always bomb Hamburg. And Manston has Berlin for a target.

-We need a man in the Portsmouth area...

-Exactly. A man to radio us which airfield they leave from.

The Luftwaffe could then concentrate its night fighters over the target area.

From intelligence, bulletin 317,

we have reports of another American army to be formed in England, possibly under General Patton,

-in the same Portsmouth area.

-Identify this US army successfully,

and we can arrange something more interesting than Iron Cross work!

Gentlemen, this sugestion of General von Grunen is inspired!

We've been talking for hours at cross purposes

and now we have a plan of action for our valuable English associate.

Have you no comment to make on this?

When am I going to get any sleep?

-LAUGHTER

-Right now because I am going.

Open the windows, please. We need some fresh air.

When you see your father - he was my divisional commander -

-tell him from me that his son would certainly equal his achievements.

-I'll tell him. Thank you.

It's difficult to be both a solider and a diplomat. Good night, or good morning rather, gentlemen.

-You did not want to be disturbed, sir.

-You carried out your orders well.

-These messages are important.

They are very important, sir. I can tell you what it is.

The Allies...

the Allies have landed in Normandy.

-HE LAUGHS

-Anything wrong?

I don't know. It seems in order.

The only thing is the money must be in a Swiss bank in dollars, all 100,000 of them.

I can't blame you. We've lost the war now. It's only a matter of time.

-Sh-sh-sh.

-Microphones.

No-one cares any more. Everybody says it.

Hitler has been interfering so much with army strategy, Von Rundstedt has asked to be replaced.

-Von Kluge is taking over.

-Ah, who was in the night club with him.

I didn't tell you it was Von Kluge.

Some time ago, that remark of yours might have got you into a lot of trouble.

Now, who cares? Your copy of the signed contract.

They're not serious about sending me on this job, are they?

V1s and V2s, that's all the madman has left up his sleeve.

Secret weapons.

ARTILLERY FIRE

How far are they?

About 35 miles.

American Third Army will be here in less than a week.

Well, I'll be in Paris tomorrow.

Anything I can get you?

No. I have an aircraft waiting.

It's an important journey for me.

-Your radio frequencies.

-What was that?

Your radio frequencies.

-You'll memorise them before you leave.

-I'll learn them.

Wish I was going with you.

The Countess going back to Sweden, you to England, the place won't be the same.

-Not with the American and British soldiers around, it won't.

-I mean... AIRCRAFT OVERHEAD

-Did you see that? Free French.

-I'm not particular. We're late. I want to celebrate my last night in Paris.

SHOUTING

SOFT MUSIC PLAYS

When it ends, and it will end, what will you do?

-If I survive?

-Oh, you'll survive.

As I will. We're both professional survivors.

In that case, I'll just go on doing what I like best.

Which is?

Looking at pretty things.

If you ever go to Sweden...

Wouldn't work.

Well, we could try.

Oh...

are we too much alike?

Let's just say...

we're very much alike.

Steinhager's here.

Vous restez, monsieur? What?

Can we stop dancing? I don't enjoy it with him watching.

-Table?

-No, no.

Ah!

Charming!

-Charming. It makes my heart feel young again just to watch you.

-First you'll have to steal a heart.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Franz...

And the last time we shall be together, huh?

-You've come for me rather early.

-They are getting anxious at the airfield, and no Von Grunen.

Do you know where he is?

Come on.

-You coming?

-I've had too many farewells in my time.

I'll miss you, Helga.

It's nice to know you remember my name.

I WILL miss you.

Just go. I'll have a little more wine.

-STEINHAGER LAUGHS Ah, Keller!

-I was worried about you.

-I thought they'd sent you to the Russian front.

-Worry about yourself.

-I didn't know you cared(!)

-Colonel, fog is closing in. As soon as you're ready...

-We are coming.

-I'd like to have seen the baron.

-So would we all.

-'Achtung. Achtung.

'This is an important announcement.

'The Fuhrer is well. The Fuhrer is not dead as reported...' Gott!

'..by traitors who seized Radio Stuttgart illegally.

'There has been an attempt on the life of our glorious Fuhrer by some treacherous senior officers.

'But in less than one hour, the Fuhrer himself will speak to you.

'Stay tuned to this station.' MILITARY MUSIC PLAYS

-I suppose that cancels MY trip.

-There's no order cancelling it...

Grauman must wait.

Oh, come on, make up your minds. You heard what the pilot said.

That's right. Grauman's mission is urgent. These filthy traitors shouldn't affect you.

Come on - the cars are waiting.

Be ready as soon as I send for you.

Look after yourself, Steinhager. I don't want to come back and find you listed as missing in action.

Always the joker, Franz! Always the joker.

Franz! There's one thing I must ask you. Are you...?

SCREECHING OF TYRES

I know - I heard.

-Already?

-On the radio.

We're doomed. When the aristocracy of the German army cannot even blow up one single room at a given time,

we deserve to lose.

PLANE ENGINE REVS

Ja, danke schon, danke schon. Later!

Look, Eddie! Look, Eddie! Tell me one thing. I have to know for myself.

You ARE a British agent, aren't you?

-AREN'T you?

-When did you guess?

MARCHING

Colonel Von Grunen, you are under arrest.

I resist arrest, Steinhager.

You resist arrest, sir?

You know what your orders are,

if I resist arrest.

I command you to carry out your orders!

GUNSHOT

It wasn't necessary.

Somebody else would have done it for us.

Aerial reconnaissance is practically out of existence, but thanks to your security,

the German high command have no idea where the V1s are landing or what effect they're having.

My mission is to report the time and position of each explosion,

so they can correct their aim and drop the maximum load on London.

They don't know what a hell of a time they've been giving us?!

Well, gentlemen, let's call the backroom boys together and work out a plan.

We supply the Germans with information AND divert all their secret weapons.

1500 hours. Five bombs - 51 degrees, 15 minutes north,

0 degrees, 10 minutes west.

Pass to you for translating into decoy information.

False reading as follows - 51 degrees, 7 minutes north,

0 degrees, 5 minutes west.

That should fool them all right. Now, put this up on the board.

CLICKING

There you are.

-Good evening, Braid.

-Evening, sir. Everything's in order.

Parker! How's it going?

I THINK we're pulling it off, sir.

The bombs all seem to be gradually moving north.

Let's cheer them up. Let's tell them that one was Selfridge's.

CHEERING

Smithson 37 -

beautiful model!

Three minutes to crack that back in the old days.

Those were the OLD days. Now that you've got your free pardon,

you'd better keep it that way.

Have you got the Molyneux robbery down and the post office at Bromley?

Hey! Where's my record?

There's nothing here at all! This doesn't make the pardon legal.

It's legal. Read it! Anything before 1945 - you're in the clear.