England is in need of a jolly good scare.
Blow up the observatory?
I give you a month.
Can you supply a bomb?
I can supply a bomb. Will you explode it?
Tell Heat it's the Strand next.
The Professor is on an omnibus. Get a message sent; he's not to be approached.
Do you know what a secret is, Stevie?
Not even Winnie must know.
Despite what you said, we are a true family.
Could be father and son.
Mr Michaelis is going to my cottage in Kent to write a book.
Stevie!
We've got a job to do. This is a serious business we're doing here.
This new thing between them. I'm so hopeful about it.
Tell yourself that lie. But imagine more than just a day with me.
Who have you supplied?
Who have you supplied?!
I'll go for you. - Stevie, no!
I'm a good boy. - Stevie!
He's having the time of his life, Winnie.
He's climbing trees.
What do we do about this Verloc?
In my opinion, offer him immunity from prosecution
in exchange for everything he can tell us.
Is there a body here?
It's not a body. It's just a mess.
Well, you've no idea what's happened, have you?
He said he was climbing trees, getting his trousers dirty. He said he was having fun.
Not all of him was blown to bits. She knows.
She's waiting for you.
EXPLOSION
I saw Heat leave.
Well, I spoke to him, actually.
And at least you know now.
About Stevie.
I'm sorry I kept it from you.
I didn't know how to...
You do see that, don't you?
But if...
If you let me explain.
Look.
Yes, I got Stevie involved but I had to.
Winnie, I've had no choice in any of this. I take payments from the Russian Embassy.
I suppose I'm a spy and...
They wanted an explosion, and if I didn't give it to them...
The way it was using me, Winnie. Threatening me.
If I hadn't have agreed to do it, what would have become of us all?
So...
I showed Stevie what I was doing. It's true.
He was never meant to be the one who actually planted it.
I meant the boy no harm.
And how could he just... come in here and blurt it out to you like that?
I've been sat in the pub for hours just...
thinking of a way to tell you and he just waltzes in.
You know what his problem is? He thinks it's just information.
That's the policeman in him.
It's unforgivable. No empathy at all.
We have to go for Verloc. Not bargain with him but detain him.
Prosecution?
I've put it to the Attorney General about making use of him, wasn't keen at all.
Had had a word with the foreign secretary if you ask me.
And they're thinking?
Foreign spies on our soil immune from the rule of law?
We turn a blind eye, we just look blind. Or feeble.
So we need to make an example of Verloc?
Yes. Ultimately the only way is to make the employment of these spies
unpleasant to their employers.
Very well, Home Secretary, I shall approach his employer.
If I'm taken away...
you'll need your wits about ya.
You need to start thinking about tomorrow.
So... you need to... You can't sit here like this.
You could look at me, Winnie.
I knew you'd take it hard.
But you've gotta see the whole picture.
And there's still the two of us.
Being like this... well...
It won't bring him back, will it? - What will?
What? - What will bring him back?
Nothing.
Did he scream?
He felt no pain.
I'm sure of it.
How do you know?
I'm not screaming.
I felt so trapped, Winnie.
I thought it would be an end to all our troubles,
and it's ended up being nothing of the sort.
Unless...
Well, they'll take me away but... if you were to wait for me
and the shop to keep going while I'm detained
we can pick up again. I've been to prison before, it won't affect me.
Safer in there than running away.
Please, Winnie.
Don't be a fool.
I kept calling Stevie back.
But he wouldn't listen to me.
He took it upon himself to carry the bomb.
Why did he have to be wilful like that?
We are rather surprise that you've insisted on so immediate an appointment.
We? I don't think this appointment
involved you being in the room, Privy Councillor.
They meant that you had more pressing engagements
this bomb outrage, the safety of London.
That's exactly why I'm here.
Greenwich being a symptom. The cause perhaps here in Kensington.
We know that Verloc planted the bomb.
Verloc?
You know him. You employ him.
What makes you say that?
I said nothing of the sort. My Inspector says it. He also makes use of him.
And uses your little secret as leverage against him.
Do you remember when you accused me of complacency?
Accused every government agency.
Well, you could say we've taken your advice. An end to tolerance.
And what do you intend to do with this Verloc, deport him?
No, we rather thought a prosecution would best demonstrate to the public
both the danger and the indecency.
What, you really think you'll induce a man like this to admit anything?
Absolutely, if he thought his punishment to be mitigated.
And if not, we have a wealth of detail in any case.
We have a joint enemy. The Anarchists, not each other.
We're well aware of the genuine article.
That's why we can't be distracted by Shams like this.
And so you will prosecute Verloc?
I wonder how efficient the prosecution of the Professor will make you look.
The public would be happy to know that we've foiled an outrage.
That a man with a bomb strapped to him is roaming the streets of London?
That bomb didn't go off.
Yours did.
Our arrangement...
Was always that you took no interest in my affairs.
That's how this worked.
You always said things didn't bear much looking into.
In fact, Winnie, you looked the other way.
I made it easy.
I made it easy for you... - You mustn't spend too long blaming yourself, Winnie.
What matters now is... how we go along together.
You have no idea what a bastard I've been dealing with.
What a jeering, pitiless, dangerous bastard!
There isn't an anarchist plot in the
last eleven years that I haven't thwarted.
He knew what I was worth but this one? Scores of revolutionaries I've despatched.
I could be stabbed in the back at any time and he couldn't give a damn.
He knew what I was worth. I was carrying out his plan!
If you want someone to blame, blame him.
I don't understand a word you're saying.
What's done can't be undone.
You know what you need?
A good cry.
Because you haven't.
It's not natural.
These things... They have to come out.
Emotion, I mean.
Going for a rest?
A bit of peace and quiet, yeah. That will do you the world of good.
Well, calm me down, Winnie.
STAIRS CREAK
Flying off to your mother's?
No sense going now.
She'd have gone to bed by the time you get there.
This is the sort of news that can wait.
Tonight your place is here with me, Winnie. So take off your hat and sit down.
I can't just let you go wandering about outside.
I just can't have it.
And this veil...
I barely know who I'm talking to.
That's better.
Not that you're saying anything back to me anyway.
Perhaps because you know it was you who kept shoving the boy in my direction.
What made you do it?
Look, this deaf and dumb act has gone too far.
At least his troubles are over now. Whereas ours are just beginning.
We ought to start thinking about what we're going to do.
I can't have you galloping off to your mother
with some crazy tale or other about me.
I won't have it.
I wish I had never seen Greenwich Park.
A nice walk.
Winnie.
Imagine how good a few days in Kent would be for him.
Me and him in the countryside. - Let it lie now, Winnie...
No more trouble. - Could be father and son.
No more.
Winnie.
Yes.
Come here.
BLOOD DRIPS
DOOR SLAMS
Murderess...
You're here.
Only 'cause I thought you would be.
Sit down with me.
I was on my way to you.
I thought so much about you. Since I read about the bombing.
I'm very sorry.
Will you help me?
No one is more ready to help you in your trouble.
Do you know what my trouble is?
I couldn't be absolutely sure from the newspaper report.
But now you appear like this, I... I understand exactly what happened.
What will I do?
Winnie, you are free now. Truly.
I can't be. Not... Unless... people understand perhaps what happened.
Verloc brought about his own death, Winnie.
He was a bastard to me.
Yes. But not me, Winnie.
You'll take me away?
You'll let me escape with you? You have done so before.
- Run away. - Yes.
We can run away together. We can go anywhere.
Tom, there's some money.
If we could... - Verloc's money?
He kept it hidden away, you see.
The money's at the shop, Tom.
All of it.
You deserve it. And we can make a life with it. - Yes.
You forgot to shut the door.
Show me.
I've left the light on in the parlour.
The money's in there on the shelf.
How can this be?
Haven't you guessed what I was driven to do?
You will save me, Tom.
Please don't let them hang me. - You did this thing all by yourself?
Yes.
Where's Stevie?
Blown to bits in Greenwich Park.
Verloc took him away and murdered him.
And then came back. Like any other man had come back to his wife.
So you just... stabbed him to death?
He was resting on the sofa after his supper.
Resting easy.
"Come here" he said to me.
After he's killed my Stevie. My baby.
So I came alright.
What did he expect? He took the heart out of me.
Please, Tom.
The money's in the box over there.
Don't throw me off now, Tom.
It's been years since I've made an arrest.
Good to get my feet out from under the desk.
Sir... - This has to look conspicuous, Heat.
Show 'em how serious we are about it.
You had other plans for Verloc yesterday.
That was yesterday.
You will save me from the hangman?
If they find us, they'll say it's a conspiracy.
That I'm your accomplice.
So you're wedded to me whether you like it or not.
No. I'm very happy that our fates are to be bound together.
That we will be together.
Are you cold? - Not here.
Are you?
No.
DOOR SMASHES
This is...
A revenge attack? One of his own perhaps.
I was thinking more in the way of a husband killed and a missing wife.
Are we in the presence of a domestic drama?
And I'm supposed to go to the Home Secretary and tell him what?
That our foreign policies have been thwarted by a bloody carving knife?
Find her!
Do you suppose Verloc volunteered the part he played in her brother's death?
Never.
Then who did?
Find her!
Alert every constable on the beat. Get men at every train terminal.
I'll pay a visit to the mother.
Between us all, we should find her.
We did wish them more vigilant.
Yes, not so much that they... - Start a diplomatic incident?
If they get Verloc in that dock and make him talk...
The embarrassment that that will cause our government.
I will be recalled, for God's sake... - Rather more than recalled, I fear.
Wurmt?
Wurmt! Verloc!
First Secretary. - Bring him here.
Bring him here before the police take hold of him.
I can summon him... - No, no, we need to act now.
We need to get him smuggled out of the country as soon as possible.
Well, go! Take somebody with you.
I'm merely a Privy Councillor, First Secretary. Clerical.
The boat leaves Southampton at midnight.
Will we be safe? - Let's get to Paris first.
The best way we can.
Paris? And then?
Wherever we can be left in peace.
BELL RINGS
I'll buy the tickets to St Malo.
Let's go separately. We mustn't be seen together.
Stay out of sight.
Some trouble here?
What business would you have here, sir?
Oh, nothing but curiosity.
Someone killed?
The, er, shop owner?
Were you acquainted with him, sir?
Well, merely as a customer... but if you ask me were I, erm...
He's dead? Murdered?
Well, this is some news, is it not?
As for myself, I shall thank God to be safely in my bed tonight.
I should never have left them.
I promise you, madam. Your son felt no pain.
But you cannot say the same for Winnie.
TRAIN WHISTLES
Two returns to Southampton, please.
Thank you.
Sir.
Your change, sir.
TRAIN WHISTLES
Stevie!
Sir.
Poor woman could hardly speak.
But she feels if there was a man she may have formed an association with
it would be Ossipon. He was kind to Stevie.
Any clue from her mother as to where they may have run to?
Well, Winnie only knows London. Ossipon's European.
Then France, sir?
Thank you, sir.
Tickets.
Thank you, ladies.
Madam. Ticket, please?
Thank you, madam.
Relatives in Southampton, ma'am?
Er, no.
So what takes you there?
I'm going to get the midnight boat from there. The midnight boat to St Malo.
St Malo? And unaccompanied? That's quite an adventure, ma'am.
Yes. I'm joining my husband there.
What is your husband's business there?
He's an importer.
Of wine and other things.
No luggage, ma'am?
I intend to come back soon. - Soon?
WHISTLE BLOWS
Tomorrow in fact.
My husband rents a cottage in St Malo.
I have belongings there.
The Southampton-Male train leaves at ten thirty.
Portsmouth ten minutes after that. I'll board one train, and you the other.
I have a return ticket to Southampton.
Have a good passage, ma'am.
Thank you.
All aboard! Last call to Southampton. All aboard, please.
Right, you check the Portsmouth train. - Sir.
Any couples boarding the Southampton train? - Several.
Anything about any of them in particular?
Just one woman traveling without luggage, sir. - Why didn't you detain her?
She said she was joining her husband in St Malo.
Best we sit in different compartments.
Until Southampton. - Yeah.
What's St Malo like, Tom? - Intra Muros.
A citadel. A walled city.
And everyone's safe within? - That was always the plan.
Good.
TRAIN WHISTLES
FIREWORKS
Look, Winnie, a circle!
Look at the circles, Winnie. Oh, they're wonderful.
That was wonderful.
What's wrong?
We're getting off at the next stop.
Tell him, Winnie.
Tell him!
It was me. It was all me.
I put the knife in him and then I went to see Tom.
I wasn't even there! - What, and you think you can escape this?
You harboured her. And here you now are engineering her escape.
And what's your role in this offense, Inspector?
You provoked her.
I had to tell her. - She killed Verloc soon after your visit.
Yeah, she killed Verloc. - You delivered him!
You gave her the motivation.
Sit down.
I'm a policeman. - And Verloc had made a fool of you.
I wanted Verloc hung, not murdered.
And now you will organise our deaths too.
Will that be justice for you?
You saw Stevie's body. You went through what was left of him.
Please let me go. The law can't punish me any more.
Have pity, for God's sake.
I had his supper ready.
As I always did.
Had the knife laid out for him as it always was.
Be careful.
He's... He's let us go.
He's going to overlook the crime.
He doesn't wish our punishment for it.
TRAIN WHISTLES
Does this mean they'll stop looking for us altogether?
Means Heat has compromised himself.
Means that they can't...
My God.
Could you imagine how it would look if they tried to prosecute us in the future?
The embarrassment his merciful judgment would cause them.
They'd have to think twice.
We wouldn't even have to defend ourselves.
But we can't go back. - No, of course not.
Anyway, it doesn't matter, does it? Because we don't need to go back.
We're gonna cross that channel and never look back. Never.
You could show us where to run.
You know how to keep the world at bay.
On neither train?
No, sir.
We had such a case within our grasp.
Verloc. A foreign conspiracy to undermine our morale, our law.
A political cause célébre. Taken away.
Now, the only way to be political about it is to say it wasn't political at all.
Say we don't have that kind of violence here.
There's still the Professor, sir.
Just put it out there we're still looking for her.
The berserk wife of the man who ran the questionable little shop on Brett Street.
As for the Professor, I've got a different plan.
And Ossipon?
A domestic drama, Chief Inspector.
Did you let them go?
Your sense of natural justice getting the better of the law.
Pragmatism taking over.
I don't think I'm that kind of policeman, sir.
Am I such a scourge as that?
Well, I will not be alone!
Others will see what I have done and they will follow suit.
I go and buy the tickets for the crossing then meet you by the ferry.
Winnie, we have to be on our guard.
We have to know exactly what we're doing.
And to know exactly what you want.
I know what I want.
One ticket for St Malo, please.
Thanks.
You're appearing in court first thing tomorrow.
The man who had to be stopped from performing a catastrophic act.
And how our brave policeman managed that.
No. The State prefers to pretend that you were no threat at all.
Instead of conspiracy to endanger life, you'll face a lesser charge.
Possessing explosives under suspicious circumstances.
What? What are you talking about?
You, and the whole Verloc affair, are to be completely smothered.
Get off!
Get in. - Heat!
You're not playing the game, Inspector. Heat!
You call me a pest! You're a pest!
I will not be insignificant! I will not be nothing!
Thank you.
Tom!
Excuse me, please. Tom!
Please don't leave me!
Tom!
Tom, I'm begging you! I'm begging you, Tom!
Tom!
Are you going by the boat, ma'am?
This way, ma'am.
TRAIN WHISTLE
Take me to Soho! Take me to a bar.
In this time of turmoil, I wish to introduce...
a young man who, since his own troubled past
has learned to be at peace with himself.
He will give a reading tonight of what he has been putting his mind to. The future.
Are the hopeful always to be crushed?
By those who do not have the courage of that virtue.
Do the strong simply entrench their strength
in society, at the expense of the weak?
Are the imprisoned always to wait for their release and their forgiveness?
Is society simply a version of that brutal prison I spent my last fifteen years in?
Do those in chains simply await the end of their sentence?
Their far from glorious deliverance?
Circles. Circles.
Or is their a better institution that we can be founded on?
Where justice will open up its loving arms to the innocent.
Where the strong will help the weak.
None abandoned or forgotten. Pity and compassion prevailing.
A world of welfare, improvement, and rehabilitation for all.
Good health. True happiness.
And a good life.
Ossipon.
You think you can do this, the art of pretence?
SPEAKS RUSSIAN
All went well?
He believes me.
Well, you're a very believable fellow.
The Home Secretary told the Milan conference
that the British were fully in control
of any anarchist threat and no draconian clamp-down was necessary.
'British values, ' he stated, 'must be protected from foreign interference'.
Very good, sir.
And how are things at your end?
Very good, sir.
This belonged to Winnie.
What happened?