The facts were known, man.
Toby ordered me not to approach anyone or to try to make my story heard.
The Circus was back on the road.
I could forget Tinker, Tailor, the whole damn game, moles, everything.
"Drop out," he said. "You're a lucky man, Jim.
"Forget it, right? Forget it."
So Toby actually mentioned Tinker, Tailor to you?
However did he get hold of that?
And that's what I've been doing. Obeying orders and forgetting!
(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)
(ROLL OF THUNDER)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
George, old boy. What an amazing thing.
- Trust you popping up out of nowhere. - How are you, Jerry?
George, this is terrific. What are you doing? How's the demon wife? How's everything?
First things first, what'll you have?
Fancy a bottle of bubbles? Shall we?
- A brandy and ginger ale is fine. - Sure? All right.
Linda, give us a double brandy and ginger ale and another bucket of gin, will you?
- I think I'll marry her. - How many would that be?
I'm a divorce addict, hopeless case.
Not lucky like you, George, but there's only one Ann.
I'll do a deal, an offer you can't refuse.
I'll shack up with Ann, be the envy of London, and you can have my job on the comic.
You've the turn of phrase for the women's ping-pong.
"Inscrutable Chinese Wizardess". Do you fancy it?
Is that the task for today?
Much bigger stuff, old boy. Footer, the opiate of the people.
Heap big transfer...
Scottish Thunderboots to rescue of ex-champs now on the slide.
- Thanks, Linda, my love. - Will I write it down, Mr Westerby?
Ah, please, Linda.
- Cheers, George. - Cheers.
This isn't entirely a chance meeting.
I got the letter you wrote me, last football season. I burnt it straight away.
Right, thanks. Stupid of me, talking out of school... sorry.
No, you did what you felt was right at the time and so did I.
Haven't seen many of the boys and girls lately, actually.
Guess they've put both of us on the shelf. With me I can hardly blame them.
Firewater not good for braves. They think I'll blab, crack up.
I'm sure they don't.
I expect they're resting you up. They do that, you know?
In case you've wondered, I didn't tell anyone about your letter.
I was out of favour - out of work.
Writing to me wasn't what put them off, if that's what you thought.
In your letter you said you were a bit worried about Toby Esterhase.
Felt you ought to get something off your chest.
I got all xenophobe and suspicious.
Thought Toby had gone a bit haywire, in fact.
- I should talk. - Tell me now.
You'd just come back from Czechoslovakia, hadn't you?
Last job I did for Tobe. Looks like the last I'll ever do.
- Letterbox job? - Yes, nothing to it, really.
Telephone kiosk, ledge at the top, dump a package ready for collection.
That was Budapest. The Czechoslovak thing, I ran into by accident.
Had to go on to Prague, for the comic. Nothing to do with Tobe.
- Linda, sweetheart. - Again, Mr Westerby?
Please, my beauty. Oh, no, no, no.
Got time to eat? We'll go Dutch on that, shall we?
I was in this bar in Prague, always use it. Locals go there, all sorts.
Well, I got in with this crowd round a corner table,
a bloke playing a squeeze box, we're all hugger-mugger to the music...
Ah, thank you, Linda, my love.
And there's this kid with a pudding bowl haircut. Army... obvious.
He's on leave, well in his cups, and knows I'm English.
Suddenly he says, do I want to know the truth about the British spy
shot by the Russian secret police?
Just like that. Yells it right in my ear.
I play dumb, and he goes right on with it.
You know, the Jim Prideaux shambles.
He was belly-aching about being a foot soldier of the line.
Seems on the two nights in question, they were being chased till dizzy.
Make camp, break camp, move up, move back... fix bayonets!
But the big point was the Russian contingent.
Full warpaint - tanks, motor-bikes, tracker dogs
and a big car load of very sinister civilians.
Dirty work afoot in the forest, up near the Austrian border.
So, my little friend, being a sassy little devil,
decides to ask his sergeant what's it all about.
"Sarge," he says, "What's going on? We being invaded, Sarge?"
"No, son," says the sergeant. "The Russians are after a British spy
"who tried to kidnap a general."
- "Are" after... or "were" after? - Exactly.
That's what the kid wanted to tell me. The Russians moved in on the Friday.
It was the day after when they got Jim.
As he said, they were ready and waiting for him. Knew the lot, in advance.
Heap bad story. Bad for our big chief. Bad for tribe.
So, as soon as I got back, I went and told all to Tobe.
How did he take it?
To begin with it was "Thanks a million, Jerry, old boy."
He'd go and pow-wow with the top brass.
Then the next morning...
You're so plastered these days, you can't tell fact from fiction!
You're an embarrassment!
You go on a bender, drink yourself into cloud cuckoo land,
then come staggering back here with a load of tripe like this!
You're pathetic!
- Look, old boy... - I don't want any excuses.
- I had to report what I heard. - You believed every stupid word!
Swallowed it like mother's milk!
A load of half-baked rumours, you come spreading them round here,
what you can remember, through your alcoholic haze!
- I didn't forget a thing. - Well, you will now!
You'll forget the lot!
Don't you see? The boy was a plant - provocateur, in layman's language.
He was doing a job for Moscow Centre. Object - disruption.
Make the Circus chase our own tails. And you fell for it, Jerry. That's all.
OK, Tobe, you know best.
If you don't want the story, that's your business. I'll do it for the paper.
You'll what?
Not about the Russians getting there first, but the rest, it's all good stuff.
Story wasn't covered well at the time, just the official statement.
If old Jerry gets a splash about the day the Czechs mobilised for WWIII -
except it was one lone Englishman surrounding them - that's a good piece.
The comic might even run an ad on the telly.
The day after that I was called for by the editor.
THE editor, not the sports bloke.
He tells me some clown has been on the phone with a formal warning.
"Keep that baboon Westerby off the Czecho spy story.
"Any further reference against the national interest.
"End of message."
So, I didn't get the Reporter of the Year award.
Can't, can you, when your story's on the spike? Cheers.
You didn't spike it entirely. I mean, you wrote to me.
Dropped the letter in by hand.
Must have been the same day you talked to Toby Esterhase.
Well, as I said at the time, it just felt odd.
My mistake, old boy.
When I heard you got the heave-ho, I felt an even bigger damn fool.
I thought it was you who phoned the editor.
It wasn't.
'Course not. Sorry.
Nothing untoward going on?
Tribe hasn't gone on the rampage?
But are you hunting alone?
I'm not the brightest, but when you start asking questions, there's got to be something.
All I'm saying is, any time, old boy.
Thank you, Jerry.
- Rum chap, Toby Esterhase. - But good.
God, first rate, brilliant, but rum.
You won't forget to give my love to Ann?
One of the great marriages, always said so.
Come on, Jerry, out with it. Did Toby say something about Ann?
Some story he'd got. I told him to stuff it up his silk drawers.
(CHEERING)
- I suppose I should have been prepared. - Take on a temporary, you can't expect loyalty.
Well done, that boy!
We're going to lose this match. So much for Prideaux's coaching.
I'm absolutely furious with that man. It's monstrous to clear off.
Did he say what's wrong with his mother?
No, he did not. She is supposed to be dying.
That's one excuse for absence he can hardly use again.
Not at all, Mother. One false alarm can easily lead to another.
I'll ask for a full medical diagnosis next time.
(CHEERING, WHISTLE BLOWS)
Those front row forwards of theirs look over-age to me.
Did he ever tell you how he got that awful shoulder?
- Fell off a bus with a bottle of vodka... - What?
Fell off a bus with a bottle of vodka inside him, I shouldn't wonder.
I suppose I shall have to take his French.
Oh, come on, Thursgood, keep up!
He's gone in the Alvis. He'd never trust any other form of transport.
If he'd gone for good, he wouldn't leave the caravan behind, would he?
Stands to reason, that!
Besides, he'd have said "Goodbye" properly, Rhino would.
Wouldn't just go, not Rhino. Not like a juju man.
- (KNOCKING) - I've come about the furs.
- Hello, Toby. - Peter.
It's not exactly five-star. But then we are shopping a bit downmarket.
Safe houses I have known!
Take the weight off your feet, won't be long.
So, we're expecting a Pole, are we, Peter?
In the fur trade. You think I might take him on as a courier?
I'd like him on my own payroll, for preference. Looks useful.
But what's the point? My lads are under-employed as it is.
Very generous of you, Peter.
- (DOOR BUZZER) - Stay put, Toby.
Sorry about this, Toby.
Against the wall, Tobe.
Did he come alone or is there a little friend waiting in the square?
Looks all clear to me, sir.
Go back to the other room and don't take your eyes off the street.
- Seen something? - Turn the light out a moment.
Just a shadow, I suppose.
Yes, I think so.
I want to put a thesis to you, Toby, about what's been going on.
Let's cast our minds back, say about 18 months, when Control is still with us.
Percy Alleline wants his job, everyone knows that.
Though Control is sick and past his prime, Percy can't dislodge him.
It's a time of uneasiness in the Circus. Morale is low, activity is low. Yes?
I remember, George.
Well, Percy's door opens one day and one of our senior men walks in.
We'll call him Gerald. It's just a name.
Gerald says, "Percy, I've stumbled on a major source of Russian intelligence.
"It could be a gold mine."
Perhaps they take a walk or a drive. Whatever, Percy listens,
because what Gerald goes on to say is music in Percy's ears.
"Some of us," Gerald tells him,
"are worried sick about the state the Circus is in.
"Look at our operational losses, agents, networks."
He's careful not to suggest there's a traitor inside the Circus,
but emphasises that slovenliness at the top is leading to failure all round.
That is to say, it's all Control's fault.
My thesis, you understand.
- Sure, George. - Another notion
is that Percy Alleline was his own Gerald.
He bought himself a top Russian spy and then manned his own boat.
I don't believe that. I think he'd mess it up, don't you?
Sure, George.
So the next thing is for Gerald to say to Percy,
"I and a little group of like-minded friends
"want you to be our father-figure, Percy.
"We're not political men, we don't know our way in the Whitehall jungle.
"But you do." Did you bring a baby-sitter, Toby?
Why should I? I came to meet Peter and some Pole in the fur trade.
Do you want Fawn to go down and have a look?
No, need him here. Can't take the chance.
Yes, well, Gerald says that if Percy will handle the committees,
he and his friends will handle Merlin.
Merlin being the Moscow intelligence source
and Witchcraft the name of the material he supplies. How well it all worked.
Merlin's material proved excellent, as everyone agreed, except Control.
Eventually Control was out and Percy was king.
- So what's new, George? - Ever bought a fake picture, Toby?
I sold a couple once.
The more you pay, the less inclined you are to doubt its authenticity.
Merlin's price was 20,000 francs a month into a Swiss bank,
according to the file.
Yes, Toby, this is official.
There came the day when Gerald admitted Percy to the greatest secret of all:
That the Merlin set-up has a London end.
Aleksey Aleksandrovich Polyakov,
Cultural Attach閨at the Russian Embassy in London.
You're on record as grading him snow-white, Toby.
Quite untainted with the mischief of espionage.
In fact, he's Merlin's London representative.
That's the start, I should tell you now, of a very clever knot.
Everything to do with Witchcraft is secret, of course,
but a lot of people are involved -
transcribers, translators, codists, evaluators, God knows what.
It doesn't worry Gerald, of course.
He likes it because the art of being Gerald is to be one of a crowd.
When it comes to Polyakov, that's a different story.
Who knows it? Only you, Roy Bland, Bill Haydon and Percy.
Three of you and Alleline. You're the magic circle.
Who meets him, Toby?
For God's sake, let me sweat the bastard.
You all meet him. How's that?
Percy represents the authoritarian side.
Asks after his wife, suggests it's time he took a holiday.
Very paternal, Percy would be.
Bill Haydon, I think, would see Polyakov much more often.
Bill's a Russian expert and good entertainment value.
Bill would shine when it comes to the briefings and follow-up sessions,
making sure the right messages went back to Moscow.
Roy Bland's good on economics and is top man on the satellite countries,
so he'd have plenty to chat about.
Then there's you, Toby.
You'd have solo sessions with Polyakov as there's tradecraft to discuss
and all those little snippets about goings-on inside the Embassy,
which are pretty much your field.
If the magic circle wanted him to do some photography inside the Embassy,
it would be you who would supply the film.
Replenish his stock from time to time.
Take him little sealed packets.
Toby, you wouldn't be lying? Did you bring a baby-sitter?
- Cross my heart. - What would you use for a job like this?
- Cars? - No. On foot.
- Keep walking them through. - How many?
- Eight. Ten, maybe. - What about one man, alone?
- One? Never. Impossible. - I can call Mendel to take a look.
I'm sure Toby's right.
Listen, George, I know Polyakov works for Moscow Centre.
Of course I do. We all know. But come on.
Think how many other operations we've run this way.
We've bought Polyakov, right. He's a Moscow hood but he's also our joe.
He's got to pretend to his own people that he's spying on us.
So we've got to give him one or two goodies now and then.
Sure, I've passed him the odd sealed packet - chickenfeed.
He can send them home, Moscow Centre clap him on the back, say he's a big man.
It happens all the time. Come on, George, you know the game.
Are you Polyakov's agent inside the Circus?
Someone has to be.
If his cover for meeting you people is that he's spying on the Circus,
then he must have a man on the inside.
Polyakov can't report back to Moscow Centre
after he's picked up a great load of Circus chickenfeed
and say, "I got this from the boys."
He's got to have a whole history. How he selected his man,
courted him, bought him, how they meet and where.
The whole paraphernalia of running a double agent.
And all this in Moscow Centre's archives.
You, Toby?
Toby Esterhase masquerades as a Circus traitor to keep Polyakov in business.
My hat, Toby. A dangerous job like that deserves a whole chestful of medals.
You're on a damn long road. What happens to you if you never reach the other end?
With Lacon and the Minister behind me?
Why pick on the little guy? Why not go for the big ones...
Percy Alleline, Bill Haydon?
- Thought you were a big guy these days. - You're the perfect choice, Toby.
Resentful about slow promotion, sharp-witted, fond of money...
With you as his agent, he has a cover story that really works.
The big three give you the little sealed packets of chickenfeed
and Moscow Centre thinks you're all theirs.
The problem arises when it turns out you've been handing Polyakov the crown jewels
and getting Russian chickenfeed in return.
If that's the case, Toby, you're going to need good friends, like us.
Gerald of course, is a Russian mole.
- And he's pulled the Circus inside out. - But Witchcraft material isn't chickenfeed.
- It's the best. - It was good at first.
George, suppose you're wrong?
- Toby... I - Who told you to muzzle Jerry Westerby?
The same person who sent you down to Sarratt with ?,000 for Jim Prideaux
and the instruction, "Get lost"?
- Speak up. - Was it Percy?
I think so. Maybe it was Bill, though.
Listen, it was a big operation. Sometimes Roy...
It never seemed to come straight from one. There was a committee.
I took a lot of orders.
You told Prideaux to forget about Tinker, Tailor. Where did that come from?
I never knew what that meant. Now, George, that's the truth.
Poor Toby... Yes, I do see.
What a dog's life you must have been leading, running between them all.
George, if there's anything I can do, of a practical nature.
You know me, George. My boys are pretty well trained.
If you want to borrow them... I'd have to speak to Lacon, of course,
but... you'd expect that.
All I want is for this thing to be cleared up. For the good of the Circus.
I want nothing for myself.
Where's this safe house you keep exclusively for meeting Polyakov?
5 Lock Gardens, Camden Town.
You'll be staying here for a night or two. Fawn will look after you.
Fawn!
You'll have to make appropriate explanations to the Circus, by telephone.
You're having girl trouble or whatever sort of trouble you're in these days.
Then there's your wife, of course.
Sure, George, I can handle that.
If he's any bother, Fawn, use your own discretion.
Peter, I want you to watch my back. Will you do that?
- Look for one man. But look! - We'll join up in Sussex Gardens.
Same as you, George. Just a feeling... someone, but couldn't say for certain.
I covered you both to the front door. If you did have company, he's cleverer than me.
But it's been known.
Do you have anyone in particular in mind? Will I go to pavement level and take a sniff?
- Well, proceed? - Yes.
Right. Now, the Minister has one major worry. In his own words,
"How much porcelain gets broken at the end of the day?"
Scandal, he's talking about. If we unmask the mole,
will the Russians cut their losses by telling the world's press
- how they made fools of us? - I think not.
Make your enemy look stupid, you lose the justification for taking him on.
- I've told him that, George. - So isn't his mind at rest?
He hopes there'll be nothing messy. Nothing that could provoke Moscow.
- But proceed? - Heavens, yes.
Clean the stables. Problem, flush out the mole.
Method?
We need to alarm him, just sufficiently
to make him call for a crash meeting with Polyakov at the safe house.
A meeting Gerald the mole needs all to himself,
secret from the rest of the Witchcraft magic circle.
There are two of them and Alleline.
- You've definitely cleared Esterhase? - Oh, yes.
- Thank you. - Karla really did bring off the perfect fix...
For a while. It would be beautiful in another context.
Tinker - Alleline. Tailor - Haydon. Soldier - Bland.
- Spot the mole. - Quite. Ways and means, George?
Ricki Tarr will go to Paris.
He'll make use of the appropriate Embassy facilities
to send a signal to the Head of London Station.
"Something, something, something," which we'll now concoct.
(SEAGULLS CRY)
The message will be, "Have information vital to the safeguarding of the service.
"Request immediate meeting. Personal."
Remember, "Vital to the safeguarding of the service."
- It's even true. - Don't forget that.
No mistakes, Ricki. Your head's on the block.
Not the only one, Peter.
(TAPPING OF TYPEWRITER KEYS)
(CHORISTER) # Lord, now lettest thou thy servant
# Depart in peace
# According to
# Thy word
# For mine eyes have seen
# Thy salvation
# Which thou hast prepared before the face
# Of all people
# To be a light
# To lighten
# The gentiles
# And to be the glory
# Of thy people
# Israel
# Glory be to the Father
# And to the Son
# And to the Holy Ghost
# As it was in the beginning
# Is now and ever shall be
# World without end
# Amen #
所有事情他们都知道，老兄
托比叫我别去找任何人 也别把我的事抖露出去
圆塔已经回到正轨了
我可以忘记锅匠、裁缝、该死的行动 鼹鼠、所有这一切
他说“退出吧，你很走运，吉姆 忘了它吧”
“好吗？忘了它”
这么说托比真的对你提到了 “锅匠、裁缝”？
他怎么会知道的？
这就是我一直在干的事 听从命令，然后忘记
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第六集
乔治，老朋友，这真是太好了
- 我就相信你总会从哪儿冒出来 - 你好吗，杰瑞？
乔治，见到你太好了，你好吗？ 你的妖精老婆好吗？一切都好吗？
要紧事先办，你想要点什么？
喝一瓶带泡沫的东西怎么样？
- 白兰地和姜汁汽水吧 - 确定了？好
琳达，给我们双份的白兰地和一份 姜汁汽水，再加一桶杜松子酒，好吗？
- 我觉得我会娶她的 - 那样的话，会是第几个？
我这人有离婚病，无药可救了
不像你那么走运，乔治 可惜世上只有一个安
我们作笔交易吧，你不会拒绝的
我去和安同居，让全伦敦都眼红 而你可以得到我在报社的工作
你的文笔正好可以去写女子乒乓
“高深莫测的中国法术” 你喜欢吗？
那是你今天要写的稿子吗？
比这可重要多了，老伙计 登在角落里，专门给人催眠的
精妙传球……
苏格兰的雷电靴拯救了 走下坡路的前冠军
- 谢谢，琳达，亲爱的 - 要我记在账上吗，韦斯特比先生？
请吧，琳达
- 干杯，乔治 - 干杯
今天遇到你，不能说是碰巧
我收到了你在上赛季给我的信 我看完就烧掉了
哦，好的，是我太傻了 想要对你说教……对不起
没关系，你是做了你当时觉得该做的事 我也是
说实话，很多老朋友最近都看不到了
我想他们是把咱们俩都打入冷宫了 就我来说，我很难责怪他们
勇士不该多喝烈酒 他们觉得我可能会吹牛说漏嘴
我敢肯定不是这么回事
我希望他们只是想让你休养一阵 这种事他们确实会做，你知道的
实话跟你说吧 我没有跟别人提过你的信
我当时是失宠了，丢了工作
你大概觉得给我写信的事惹恼了他们 不是那样的
你在信里说 你有点担心托比·埃斯特黑西
你想把心里话跟别人说一说
对，我这人疑心很重
说实话，我觉得托比有哪根神经搭错了
- 我应该说出来的 - 现在和我说吧
那时你刚从捷克斯洛伐克回来 对吗？
我替托比做的最后一件事 看来也是我这辈子最后一次了
- “信箱”工作吗？ - 对，其实没什么大不了的
在电话亭顶上的架子那里 放一个包裹，等人来拿
那是在布达佩斯，捷克斯洛伐克的 那桩事我是凑巧遇上的
我为了报社的事，必须去布拉格 跟托比没关系
- 琳达，甜心 - 再来一份吗，韦斯特比先生？
好的，美人，哦，别，别
你有时间吃顿饭吗？ 我们各付各的，你看怎样？
我去了布拉格的一家酒吧，经常去那儿 那里有各式各样的当地人
我和很多人一起坐在角落的桌子边上
有个小子在拉风琴 音乐吵得话都听不清……
谢谢，琳达，亲爱的
同桌的有个头发理得像布丁碗的小伙子 一看就是当兵的
他正在休假，已经喝醉了 他知道我是英国人
突然他对我说 想不想知道关于那个英国间谍的真相
就是俄国秘密警察开枪打中的那个间谍
他就是这么说的 是贴着我的耳朵喊的
我假装没听清，他就自顾自说下去
吉姆·普里杜的惨案
他抱怨说当边防步兵真是太苦了
在出事的那两个晚上，他们忙得晕头转向
扎营、拔营、前进、后撤、上刺刀
但是最显眼的是俄国人的分遣队
涂着迷彩的坦克、摩托车、军犬
还有一辆大客车，坐满了面露凶相 穿平民衣服的人
他们在奥地利边境附近的森林里 干得很辛苦
所以我们的小朋友就大着胆子
问他的中士到底出了什么事
他说：“中士，这是怎么了？ 我们遭到入侵了吗？”
中士说：“不是的，孩子， 俄国佬正在抓一个英国间谍”
“他想绑架一个将军”
- “正在”抓……还是“抓到了”？ - 说到点子上了
这就是那小伙子想告诉我的 俄国人是在星期五出动的
第二天他们就抓到了吉姆
照他的说法，他们早就做好了准备 等着他上钩，他们提前得到了消息
这事情可真惨，我们的大老板惨 我们这些人也惨
所以我一回去就找到托比 把这些事都和他说了
他有什么反应？
一开始他说： “万分感谢，杰瑞，老伙计”
他要去和上头的人商量一下
第二天早上……
这一阵你黄汤灌得太多了 都分不清事实和虚构了！
你真是丢人现眼！
你在那里花天酒地，喝得神志不清
然后就醉醺醺地带着这么一堆垃圾回来！
你真是无药可救！
- 听我说，老朋友…… - 我不要听什么借口
- 我听到什么总得报告吧 - 所有的蠢话你都相信吗？
你以为那是你妈的奶吗？ 想都不想就吞下去！
你跑回来散布一通半生不熟的谣言
这还是你靠那酒糊涂的脑袋记住的！
- 我一点都没忘记 - 那你现在就要忘记！
你要把这件事全忘掉！
你不明白吗？那小子是个煽动分子 用外行人的话说就是奸细
他在替莫斯科总局工作 目的就是搞分化瓦解
让圆塔自乱阵脚 而你正好中了圈套，就是这样
好吧，托比，你最有见识
你要是不相信，那是你的事 我给报纸写
你要怎样？
我不写俄国人先到了那里 只写其他的，都是很好的素材
这个事件并没有被详细报道 报上只有官方声明
要是老杰瑞能写一份报道 描写捷克人为了第三次世界大战大动干戈
而他们对付的只是一个孤零零的英国人 那准会很棒
报社没准会在电视台做广告的
第二天我就被主编叫去了
是主编，不是体育版的编辑
他对我说，有个小丑在电话里 提出了正式警告
“叫那个乡巴佬韦斯特比 别管捷克间谍的事”
“任何深入报道都会损害国家利益”
“完毕”
所以，我没拿到当年的记者奖
报道被封杀了，当然就拿不到奖吧？ 干杯
没有彻底封杀 我是说，你给我写了信
亲手寄出了信
肯定是在你和托比·埃斯特黑西 谈话的那天
那时我就说，这也太巧了
是我的错，老朋友
当我听说你被解雇了 我更觉得自己是个大傻瓜
我一开始还以为给主编打电话的是你
不是我
当然不是，对不起
没出什么坏事吧？
局里不会出了大乱子吧？
你是在单干吗？
我不是太聪明，可是你一开始 提问，就说明出了什么事
我要说的就是，我随时都行，老伙计
谢谢你，杰瑞
- 托比·埃斯特黑西是个怪人 - 但是人很好
很好，没说的，很有才气，就是太怪了
你不会忘记代我向安致意吧？
我总说你们是最美满的一对
得了吧，杰瑞，别说这个 托比有没有说过安的事？
他听来的一些事情 我让他把这些东西塞进他的裤裆里
我觉得我应该早做准备 不能指望这种临时雇来的人忠心
干得好，小伙子！
我们要输掉这场比赛了 普里杜的教练水平不过如此
我恨死那家伙了 恨得牙痒痒地
他有没有说他母亲得什么病？
没有，应该是快死了
他很难再用这样的借口请假
一点不难，妈妈 有第一次自然就会有第二次
下一次我会叫他拿出完整的诊断书
我看那些前排的球员 年龄都有点偏大
他有没有跟你说过 他肩膀的伤是怎么来的？
- 带着一瓶伏特加从公车上摔下来…… - 啥？
他衣服里放着一瓶伏特加，从公共汽车 上摔下来，我不该怀疑的
我想我也只能相信他的话
加油啊，瑟斯古德队，别放弃！
他是坐阿尔维斯车走的 他从来不相信别的交通工具
假如他要另找工作 肯定不会把房车留下的，对吗？
这不是理所当然的吗
再说他会跟我们好好告别的 “犀牛”一定会的
“犀牛”不会这样一声不吭就走的 不会像那种坏家伙一样
我是为毛皮的事来的
- 你好，托比 - 彼得
货不是最上等的 不过我们也是低价买进
我知道这几幢安全屋
坐下等吧，不会太久
我们等的是一个波兰人，对吧？
做毛皮生意的波兰人 你觉得我可以让他当信使？
我更希望让他做我的手下 这人看起来挺有用
可那有什么意思呢？ 现在我的手下已经有很多人没活干了
你可真大方，彼得
你坐着吧，托比
很抱歉，托比
靠墙站好，托比
他是一个人来的吗？ 有没有小朋友等在广场上？
我看没什么情况，先生
到隔壁去，给我一直盯着街上
- 看见什么了？ - 把灯关一下
我想只是个影子
对，我想是这样
我要和你谈一个假设，托比 是关于近年来发生的事情
让我们把思路转回从前，大概是 18个月以前，那时总管还和我们在一起
人人都知道，珀西·阿勒莱因 想得到他的位子
虽然总管病了，而且雄风不再 但是珀西不可能把他赶走
那段时间圆塔流年不利 士气低落，活动也很少，对吗？
我记得是这样，乔治
有一天，珀西的房门被打开了 我们的某一个高级官员走了进去
我们就叫他杰拉德吧 这只不过是个名字
吉拉德说：“珀西，我无意中 发现了一个重大的俄国情报来源”
“它可能是个金矿”
说这话的时候他们也可能在散步 或是开车，不管怎样，珀西听了下去
因为杰拉德要说的话 在珀西听来简直就是仙乐
杰拉德对他说：”我们中间有些人
“对圆塔的现状很担心”
“看看我们失败的行动、 损失的特工和情报网吧”
他说得很小心，并没有向珀西 暗示圆塔内部有叛徒
而是强调，高层的无能才是 造成一切失败的根源
也就是说，那都是总管的错
你应该明白，这是我的假设
- 当然了，乔治 - 还有另一种假设
珀西·阿勒莱因自己就是杰拉德
他自己收买了一个俄国王牌间谍 然后自己打点这一切
我不相信这种假设 我想他会搞砸的，你说呢？
没错，乔治
那么接下来，杰拉德要对珀西说的是：
“我和几个志同道合的朋友”
“希望你来做我们的领导”
“我们不是政客，我们不懂怎么和 白厅的人打交道”
“可是你懂” 你带了保镖吗，托比？
我干吗要带？我来这里是为了见彼得 和做毛皮生意的波兰佬
你想让佛恩下去看一看吗？
不要，他得留在这里 我们不能冒险
好，杰拉德说，要是珀西 能和委员会的人打交道
他和他的朋友就会和梅林打交道
梅林就是莫斯科情报的来源
巫术就是他提供的材料名称 这一切进行得真是顺利
梅林的材料被证明是一流的 每个人都同意这一点，只有总管例外
最后总管下台，珀西成了国王
- 这有什么新鲜的，乔治？ - 你买过假画吗，托比？
有一次卖掉过几幅
你付的钱越多，你就越不愿 怀疑它的真实性
梅林开的价是每月2万瑞士法郎 汇入瑞士银行
这是档案上写的
是啊，托比，这是官方说法
然后有一天，杰拉德让珀西 知道了最大的秘密：
梅林的组织在伦敦也有人
阿列克赛·亚历山大洛维奇·波利亚科夫
伦敦的俄国大使馆文化专员
托比，你在档案里说他毫无污点
绝对没有从事敌对间谍活动的嫌疑
他事实上是梅林在伦敦的代表
我要告诉你，从这时开始 一个非常聪明的小集团就形成了
当然了，和巫术有关的一切都是秘密
但是难免有很多人参与进来
抄写员、翻译、译码员、评估员 天知道还有哪些人
杰拉德对这个不担心
他喜欢这样，因为要做杰拉德 关键就是隐藏在一群人中间
可是如果牵涉到波利亚科夫 那就不一样了
有谁知道他？只有你、罗伊·布兰德、 比尔·海顿和珀西
你们三个和阿勒莱因 你们是魔术师协会
谁和他接头，托比？
看在上帝份上，让我给这杂种吃点苦头吧
你们都和他接头，是这样吗？
珀西代表的是领导层
问他老婆就会知道 那是在他度假的时候
珀西会显得很有慈父的样子
我想比尔·海顿和他接头的次数 会比珀西多得多
比尔是俄国问题专家，而且很会说笑
我想比尔很擅长发指令和作后继的交流
可以保证把正确的信息传达到莫斯科
罗伊·布兰德的长处是经济方面 也是卫星国问题专家
所以他也有很多可谈的
最后就是你了，托比
如果需要讨论谍报技术 你就会和波利亚科夫单独见面
你们还可以谈谈大使馆里 发生的各种小事
这些都在你的职权范围内
假如魔术师协会想让他在 大使馆里拍几张照片
给他提供胶卷的也应该是你
你要不时地给他补充材料
带些密封的小包裹给他
托比，你不会撒谎吧？ 你带了保镖没有？
- 我可以对天发誓 - 你做这种任务会用什么？
- 汽车？ - 不，徒步
- 让他们一直走来走去 - 多少人？
- 八个，也许十个 - 会只用一个人吗？
- 一个人？绝对不会，不可能 - 我可以叫孟德尔去看一下
我相信托比是对的
听我说，乔治，我知道波利亚科夫 为莫斯科总局工作
我当然知道，我们都知道 可那又怎样？
有很多行动不都是这样搞的吗？
我们收买了波利亚科夫 他是莫斯科的人，可也是我们的兵
他要让自己人以为他在刺探我们的情报
所以我们偶尔也要给他一点甜头
没错，我是给过他一些密封的小包裹 都是些小玩意
他可以把它们寄回家 莫斯科总局会拍拍他的背，说他很能干
这种事常有，乔治 你是知道这种把戏的
你是波利亚科夫在圆塔里的谍报员吗？
总得有人演这个角色
假如他利用刺探情报的工作 来掩护和你们的交易
那他一定得有一个在圆塔内部的人
波利亚科夫拿到一堆圆塔的小玩意以后
总不能向莫斯科总局报告说：
“这是我从小伙子们那里拿到的”
他得编一套完整的故事 他怎么挑中他的人
怎么接近他，怎么收买他 他们怎么接头，在哪里接头
他要说出利用双重间谍的全部过程
这一切都会在莫斯科总局备档
你吗，托比？
托比·埃斯特黑西假扮成圆塔的叛徒 好让波利亚科夫能够活动
好家伙，托比，做了这么危险的工作 应该在胸前挂满勋章
你要趟的水可深得很 万一你查不下去了怎么办？
有雷康和大臣支持，我还会查不下去吗？
为什么要拿小把戏开刀？ 为什么不去找那些大人物……
珀西·阿勒莱因，比尔·海顿？
- 我们觉得如今你也是大人物 - 你是最完美的人选，托比
因为升职太慢心怀怨恨，头脑机灵 又比较贪财……
要是你做他的谍报员 那他编的故事还真能骗过人
那三个大人物给你装着小玩意的包裹
而莫斯科总局以为你们都是他们的人
可问题是，好像你给波利亚科夫的 都是稀世珍宝
而换回来的却是俄国人的小玩意
假如真是这样，托比 你需要一些好朋友来帮你，比如我们
杰拉德毫无疑问是俄国人的鼹鼠
- 他把圆塔的家当都出卖了 - 可是“巫术”材料不是什么小玩意
- 它是最棒的 - 一开始确实挺好
听我说，乔治，如果你搞错了呢？
- 托比…… - 谁命令你封住杰瑞·韦斯特彼的嘴？
也是这个人让你带着1千英镑 去找吉姆·普里杜
命令他“消失”吧？
- 说啊 - 是珀西吗？
我想是的，不过也有可能是比尔
听我说，这是一个大行动 有时候罗伊……
好像从来都不是一个人下的命令 有一个领导班子
我接了很多命令
你叫普里杜忘记“锅匠、裁缝” 你怎么知道这事的？
我从来都不知道这是什么意思 乔治，我说的是真话
可怜的托比……好，我明白了
你肯定一直过得很惨 给他们跑前跑后的
乔治，要是有什么我能办到的事
你是知道我的，乔治 我的人都是训练有素的
要是你想借用他们…… 当然了，我得跟雷康谈谈
不过……你们也希望这样
我只想把这事解决掉 这是为了圆塔的利益
我个人没什么要求
你们专门用来和波利亚科夫接头的 安全屋在哪儿？
卡姆登镇，洛克花园5号
你要在这里住一两个晚上 佛恩会照顾你的
佛恩！
你要打电话给圆塔，作出合理的解释
比如说你遇到了女人方面的麻烦 或是别的什么麻烦
当然了，你还要向你妻子解释
没问题，乔治，我能解决
要是他不老实，佛恩，你自己看着办
彼得，我要你帮我看着身后，好吗？
- 注意找一个人 - 我们在苏塞克斯花园碰头
我和你一样，乔治，总有种感觉…… 好像有什么人，但是不能确定
你们两个进前门的时候我都看过了 假如真有人跟踪你们，他肯定比我聪明
不过大家也都知道了
你们能想到是谁吗？ 要不要我去街道上查一下？
- 我们继续吧？ - 好
好的，大臣现在很担心一点 用他的话说：
“到头来会打碎多少瓷器？”
他的意思是，丑闻 如果我们揪出鼹鼠
俄国人为了减少自己的损失 会不会向各国新闻界
- 公布他们是怎么捉弄我们的？ - 我想不会
把自己的敌人说成是傻瓜 就会使自己的胜利显得不太光彩
- 我已经这样跟他说了，乔治 - 那他还是不放心吗？
他希望我们不要办砸 不能做出激怒莫斯科的事
- 那么可以接着干了？ - 当然可以
我们要清理门户了 问题是，把鼹鼠赶出来
办法？
我们要吓唬他一下，只要吓得他 在安全屋和波利亚科夫紧急会面就行
这是只有鼹鼠杰拉德自己需要的会面
他会对魔术师协会的其他成员保密
协会里是他们两个和阿勒莱因
- 你已经彻底排除埃斯特黑西了？ - 哦，是的
- 谢谢 - 卡拉确实作了完美的安排……
至少暂时是这样 要是换一种背景就好了
锅匠——阿勒莱因，裁缝——海顿 士兵——布兰德
- 找出鼹鼠 - 是啊，用什么办法，乔治？
里奇·塔尔要去一次巴黎
他要利用使馆里的适当设备
给伦敦站的领导发一封电报
“如此，这般” 我们现在要想好电报内容
电报内容是：“我有对本局的安全 至关重要的情报”
“请求立即单独会面”
记住，“对本局的安全至关重要”
- 这可是真话 - 别忘了
别犯错，里奇，人家等着要你的脑袋呢
不是只要我一个，彼得
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