George, I've brought all I can find on Jim Prideaux.
Thank you.
Prideaux and Bill Haydon were really... very close, you know.
- I hadn't realised. - Yes.
Thank you. Operation Testify.
We need to understand what happened or, rather, why it happened.
The file you borrowed, Peter, gives us a nudge in the right direction.
I know who to talk to next. Your day was hardly wasted.
- I am glad of that. - We've traced Prideaux.
He's now a teacher. Thursgood Preparatory School for Boys, in the West Country.
Right.
Three, two, one... gol
(CHILDREN CHEERING)
(CRIES OF SUPPORT)
Come onl Come onl
(ALL) Handbrake on, gear in neutral, switch off ignition.
Please, sir, how long, sir? A time, sir?
- Timekeeper, time, please, Rhino? - Please, sir, how long?
Well done, Roach, knew you would, second time round.
Sir, how long?
Now then, Jumbo... see that man...
- Seen him before? - No, sir.
- Anybody seen him before? - No, sir.
He's not staff, not village, so who is he - beggarman, thief?
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor.
(ALL) Richman, Poorman, Beggarman, Thief.
Why doesn't he look this way? Something funny about that.
A bunch of boys burning up a car and he doesn't give them a glance!
- You would, wouldn't you? - Yes, sir.
Doesn't he like boys? Cars?
Didn't even look at that car, best Britain ever made and years out of production!
Right. Gather round. Come on!
Anybody sees him again, let me know, or any other sinister bodies.
(ALL) Yes, sir.
Don't want juju men wandering around, pretending they don't know we exist.
- First glimpse, tell me? - Yes, sir.
Jumbo, I don't hold with odd bods wandering around a school.
Last place I was at, a gang cleared the place out.
House cups, money, boys' watches, nothing's sacred to them.
We don't want them swiping the Alvis.
It's irreplaceable, thanks to socialism.
- Colour of hair, Jumbo? - Sort of light, sir.
- Height? - About the same as you, sir.
- Age? - Well... hard to say, sir.
Of course, at that distance. You'd know him again, I'm sure.
Best watcher in the unit, Jumbo Roach. If he keeps his specs clean.
(BOYS CHOIR SINGING IN DISTANCE)
(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)
Aa-ah. Ow!
Please, sir!
- Oh, it's you, Jumbo. - I've hurt my leg, sir.
Oh, dear.
Can you get up? Slowly.
Slowly.
Fell off the bricks, did you, Jumbo?
Let's have a look... nothing broken.
Just a graze. Matron will soon put that right.
A good excuse for getting in late, missing Evensong.
Tripped over in the lane, is that what you'll tell her?
We've a secret. I can trust you, I know that.
We're good at keeping secrets, loners like you and me.
Is it because of that man? Would you shoot him?
Are you working undercover, like Bulldog Drummond in the book?
Some boys wanted to call you Bulldog, but we thought Rhino was better.
- Bigger than a bulldog. - Well... I used to be a soldier.
What you saw just now, that's a souvenir.
You know, it's like this.
How I got it, they're both secrets, I keep them to myself.
- You understand, don't you, Jumbo? - Yes, sir.
Knew you would, knew you would.
- Goodnight, Jumbo. - Night-night, sir.
Thank you, sir.
- Well, well, long time no see. - Hello, sir.
- Care for it? - Very impressive.
(PHONE RINGING)
Better than selling washing machines!
It's odd putting a dinner jacket on at ten in the morning.
Reminds me of diplomatic cover, come to think of it.
Believe it or not, it's straight. Makes a change.
- All our help is from the arithmetic. - I'm sure it is.
(WHINE OF VACUUM CLEANER)
My employers might let me invest a few pennies.
They're tough boys but very go-ahead, you know.
Rather like we were in the old days.
So... what can I do for you?
I want to talk to you about the night Jim Prideaux was shot.
The night of Operation Testify, which is what it was called.
- Writing your memoirs, George? - We're re-opening the case.
Who's this "we", old boy?
Lacon called me in, with the Minister's blessing.
I can give you a number to confirm, but I'd prefer not.
All power corrupts, but some must govern,
and in that case Brother Lacon will scramble to the top.
The record's been filleted.
Of what is on the file, the most useful information
is that you were duty officer that night.
Yes. I'd just come back from Tokyo, a three-year stint.
Thought I'd push off to the south of France for a month's leave.
Old Mendel, Control's minder, picked me up in the passage
and marched me to Control.
Place felt weird, no one about except radio and code people.
That harridan, Molly somebody, was monitoring, a busy little body.
Molly Purcell.
You were in Berlin, Bill Haydon was up-country
and Percy Alleline in Scotland.
Control had cleared the decks. My God, he was a shock.
I'd heard he wasn't his old self, but I wasn't prepared.
It was like opening a coffin lid. He didn't waste time on pleasantries.
I need somebody to man the switchboard, got to be an old hand.
I could bring someone from the out-stations, but you're better.
You've been away from the in-fighting and vendettas around here.
You don't know what I'm talking about, good.
Just do exactly what I tell you.
There could be a crisis tonight. I've got a man doing a special job.
It's of the utmost importance to the service.
The service, us - it could change everything for us.
Your job tonight is to act as cut-out.
Cut-out between me and whatever goes on in the building.
If anything comes in... radio signal, phone call, letter, anything,
no matter how trivial it seems, you are to wait...
wait till the coast is clear then bring it to me, by hand, Sam.
Don't use the internal phones,
don't put anything down on paper for future reference.
Is that understood?
When it's all over... you're not to breathe a word about it.
Never, not to anybody. Not to Smiley.
Not to Haydon, not to Bland, nobody.
- If I have to send out something? - Only what I tell you.
(TV: FOOTBALL COMMENTARY)
It could cost them the match, which will be sewn up by Paul Mariner.
Or by Woods... still down... or by Muhren... or by Wark...
and in the end by none of them. Unbelievable.
Paul Mariner is completely flattened.
He deserves better than that. He's my man of the match.
Bollocks!
(CLICK OF FINGERS)
(CHURCH CLOCK CHIMES)
(PHONE RINGS)
Yes. Duty officer.
Mmm.
Right, yes, I see.
I'll have to call you back. It all sounds very unlikely.
Collins? This is urgent.
Well, it's open.
All hell's broken out on the Czechoslovak air.
Half is coded but enough isn't.
- Prague or Brno? - Brno.
(PHONE RINGS)
Yes. Go back, Molly, keep listening.
Control?
Control, the resident clerk from the Foreign Office came on first,
with a story from Reuter's head man in London. Molly picked it up too.
Reuters and Fleet Street papers have had another go at the Foreign Office.
They're saying a British spy has been shot in Brno.
The Czechs are telling the world of an act of provocation by a Western power.
They haven't named the dead man yet.
Can I have a brief, please?
Control, I need a brief.
We must say something.
Do you want me to deny it, a flat denial, to start with?
Do you want me to get someone else in?
Do you want to come downstairs and handle it yourself?
It's deniable. He had foreign documents.
No one could know he was British yet, there hasn't been time.
Even if he's not dead.
- Find Smiley. - He's in Berlin.
Yes.
Well, anyone will do, it makes no difference.
Tell Mendel to get me a taxi.
You sent Mendel home.
(POLICE SIREN OUTSIDE)
He's been named.
Hello? Hello.
Is that Mrs Smiley?
You got my message, then?
- Where did you leave it? - I rang George Smiley's house,
in case his wife happened to know where you were.
You are a friend of the family?
I saw the ticker-tape at the club, some God-awful shooting party.
Tell me, Czechoslovakia, right?
Jim Prideaux's been shot.
The Czechs only have his work name, Ellis.
Jim... shot dead?
That was the first flash. Since then the word used is simply "shot".
The Czechs are saying that Prideaux - Ellis -
travelling on false papers and assisted by Czech counter-revolutionaries,
tried to kidnap a Czech general, unnamed, in a forest near Brno
and smuggle him over the Austrian border. Further arrests are imminent.
- Go on. - According to our military,
there are heavy Czech tank movements along the Austrian border.
Lacon's been on and so has the Minister,
wanting to know "What the hell?" and "Why?"
I've put out emergency calls to Smiley, Alleline, Bland.
I'm glad to see you. I'm sorry, Bill.
All right, Sam. Now. First thing we do... you call this number.
It's Toby Esterhase. Tell him you're speaking for me.
He's to pick up the two Czech agents at the London School of Economics.
Lock them up - now.
Straight away, Sam. Jim's worth a lot more than those two.
But it's a start.
I'll have a word with the chief hood at the Czech Embassy.
If they hurt a hair on Jim Prideaux's hair,
I'll strip the entire Czech network in this country bare.
You can pass that on to his masters.
I'll make him the laughing stock of the profession.
I'm bound to say, Haydon was a treat to watch.
I used to think of him as a pretty erratic sort of devil.
Not that night, believe me.
He virtually dictated a press statement for the Foreign Office to put out.
There it was the following morning in the Sunday papers.
"Prague radio sensation" dismissed with dignified scorn.
It was good light reading over breakfast at the Savoy.
- Then you went to the south of France. - Two lovely months.
- Did anyone question you again? - Percy Alleline.
He was acting Chief by then,
you were out and Control was in hospital.
He wanted to know why I was duty officer on the fateful night.
That chap Masterman was down for it.
I told him I'd nowhere to kip and a quiet weekend at the Circus
would save me money for France.
- Percy said I was a liar. - That's why they sacked you?
- For fibbing? - Alcoholism.
There were five empty beer cans in the duty officer's waste bin.
There's an order against booze on the premises.
What was your offence?
I couldn't convince them I wasn't involved.
If you want anyone's throat cut, give me a buzz.
Sam, listen, it was too late for Haydon's club
to be running ticker-tape, wasn't it?
He was making love to Ann that night. You guessed and were right.
You phoned her, she told you he wasn't there,
and as soon as you rung off she pushed him out of bed,
and Bill turned up an hour later, knowing about Czecho.
But you didn't tell Ann about Czecho.
(PHONE RINGS)
I'll find my own way down.
Mind how you go, George.
- Smiley. - Jim.
If you're not on your own, I swear I'll break your neck.
Quite alone, Jim.
God damn you, George, what the hell do you want?
I'm sorry, Jim, but I have to know what happened.
I'm finished, man. Told to draw the line and I've drawn it.
How do you like school mastering?
You had a spell of it after the war, was that at a prep school?
Don't come playing cat and mouse with me, George Smiley. Look at the file.
Circus file? Not available to me, Jim, I'm blackballed.
Hard luck (!)
I've had access to a few papers which Lacon borrowed for me.
Pretty old stuff.
It went back to your undergraduate days with Bill Haydon at Oxford.
There's a letter Bill wrote about you to his tutor, Fanshawe,
Circus talent spotter,
in which he named you suitable material for British Intelligence.
I can quote the odd line from memory.
"He has that heavy quiet that commands.
"He's my other half. Between us we make one marvellous man.
"He asks nothing better than to be in my company,
"or that of my wicked, divine friends.
"I'm vastly tickled by the compliment.
"He's virgin, about eight foot tall,
"and built by the same firm that did Stonehenge."
Christ!
Christ, man, we were children.
Yes, of course.
What do you want to know?
I thought we could at least be comfortable while we talk. It isn't far.
I came round in a prison hospital, barred windows, high up.
They operated, after a fashion.
Next time I came round, I was in a cell with no windows at all.
I tried to work out a campaign to meet the interrogation,
but I'd never be able to keep quiet, no chance of that.
If I was to stay sane, possibly even survive,
there had to be dialogue, they had to believe I'd told them all I knew.
I decided I'd give them my version of Operation Testify first,
the one Control spelled out for me.
I was head of scalphunters.
I mounted my own campaign without the knowledge of my superiors
because I wanted to prove I was worth promotion.
If I could believe that,
I could bury all thoughts of a traitor inside the Circus.
No mole. No meeting with Control. No Tinker, Tailor.
I was there to turn General Stevcek and just that.
Then I thought I could throw them the names
of one or two other Soviet and satellite visuals who'd turned recently.
Even give them the rundown of my entire Brixton stable, anything.
So long as I forgot the mole and Tinker, Tailor.
I kept to myself our Czech networks.
You know I recruited the founder members?
- A fine piece of work. - That's the joke.
They couldn't care less about the networks, knew it all. Rolled them up.
They knew damn well that Testify wasn't my private brainchild.
I began exactly where I wanted to end, at the briefing in St James's.
All they wanted to talk about was Control's rotten apple theory:
Tinker, Tailor and the Circus spy.
Did they know the address of the St James's flat?
Yes, they even knew the brand of the sherry.
What about Control's charts on Stevcek's career, did they know about those?
No. Not at first.
Tell me about the networks. Did anyone get out?
No.
It seems they were shot.
The story is you blew them to save your own skin.
I know that isn't true, of course.
(RETCHING AND RUNNING WATER)
For Christ's sakes, let's go somewhere we can breathe.
They moved me about a lot, different rooms, different prisons.
Depending on who was interrogating and what methods they used.
There was quite a lot of muscle.
Electrical, most of it.
Yes, movement... cars, lorries, corridors, cells.
Once a plane. I was hooded and passed out after take-off.
Punished for that, huh.
I think I was in Russia part of the time.
Would you like to stretch your legs? It might help.
They went straight to the heart of it.
Why did Control go it alone? What did he hope to achieve?
His comeback, I said. That got a laugh!
With tinpot information about Czecho military emplacements?
Wouldn't get him a meal at his club.
So I said maybe poor old Control was losing his grip.
That bored them. Back to the cooler, punished again.
You know, I-I hoped I'd go mad.
Oh, no. They knew how to stop that. They left me alone for a couple of days.
Got me ready for the long one.
That was when I ga... ga... gave...
g... gave them what they wanted.
It's a matter of health as much as anything.
You don't break exactly, just run out of stories.
Only the things locked away deep down were what was coming into my brain.
That was when I told them about Control's charts on Stevcek.
Also Control's rotten apple theory?
Yes, the mole, codenames we worked out for Control's suspects.
Tinker - Percy Alleline, Tailor - Bill Haydon,
Soldier - Roy Bland, Poorman - Toby Esterhase,
- Beggarman - George Smiley. - What was the reaction?
He thought for a bit then he offered me a cigarette.
- Who did? - What?
Oh, sorry, by this stage there was some frosty bearded fellow left.
He seemed to be head boy.
Just him and a couple of guards standing back while he made his kill.
- I hated that damn cigarette. - Why?
It was a foul American thing, Camel. I remember the packet.
- Did he smoke them? - Never stopped.
- Was that the end of it? - More or less, yes.
I have to know everything, Jim.
The rest was just gossip. He wanted to know Circus tittle-tattle,
who's going up, who's going down, a lot of tripe.
- About what? Who? - Bland, how much he drank.
Esterhase, how can anybody trust a man dressed like that?
A lot of tripe.
What did he say about me?
He showed me his cigarette lighter, said it was yours.
A present from Ann - "All my love" - her signature engraved.
- Did he say how he came by it? - A confrontation years ago.
- Said you'd remember. - Anything else?
Come on, I'll not buckle just because a Russian hood's made a joke about me.
He reckoned after Haydon's fling with her, she may care to redraft the inscription.
I told him to his face he could go to bloody hell.
You can't judge Bill by things like that. He's got different standards.
- He was never one for regulations. - You weren't one to see him straight.
That's it, everything.
(CHURCH BELL TOLLS)
Bill made a huge fuss about your repatriation.
He said any price was fair to get one loyal Englishman home.
I remember his verdict on Control's handling of Testify.
"The most incompetent operation ever launched
"by an old man for his dying glory, and Jim Prideaux paid the cost of it."
Proud of your memory, aren't you?
- Did you see Bill when you got back? - No.
- Your oldest closest friend? - I was in quarantine.
Well, yes, but... never mind.
Let's go over your debriefing at Sarratt to wrap it up.
Were the inquisitors sympathetic or not?
Never appeared, no questions at all.
I was in limbo. Ate a lot, drank a lot, slept a lot.
Then Toby Esterhase turns up. New suit, full of himself.
Says the Circus has nearly gone under due to Operation Testify
and I'm currently number one leper.
Control's out of the game and there's a reorganisation to appease Whitehall.
- They sent Toby? - Yes, the little charmer (!)
- He told me not to worry. - About what?
My special brief, whatever Control had told me.
- Did Toby spell it all out? - Said a few people knew the real story
and I needn't worry, it was being taken care of.
- All the facts were known. - Were they indeed...?
Then he gave me 1,000 quid in cash, to add to my gratuity.
- Who from? - Didn't say.
Didn't all this strike you as a bit odd?
No inquisition. Toby throwing loose money around?
Through you, the Russians have discovered the exact reach
of Control's suspicions about a traitor in the Circus.
He'd narrowed the field to five and no one's asking you anything?
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.
"Eh? Forget it."
So Toby actually mentioned Tinker, Tailor to you?
However did he get hold of that?
That's what I've been doing.
Obeying orders and forgetting.
(BOYS CHATTER - A BELL RINGS)
(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 #
乔治，我把能找到的 吉姆·普里杜的材料都带来了
谢谢
普里杜和比尔·海顿的关系真的…… 很密切
- 我以前还没发觉 - 是啊
谢谢，关于证人行动
我们要搞明白到底发生了什么 更重要的是，为什么会发生
彼得，你借来的文件给我们指出了 正确的方向
我知道接下来该找谁谈了 你的工夫没有白费
- 我很高兴，乔治 - 我们查了普里杜的下落
他现在是个教师，瑟斯古德男子预科学校 在西南部
好的
-=THE LAST FANTASY=- 荣誉出品 本字幕仅供学习交流，严禁用于商业途径
-=TLF字幕组=- 翻译：Grim 校对：Grim
第五集
三、二、一……走
快啊！快啊！
拉手刹，挂空档，关点火器
告诉我，先生，有多长？ 告诉我时间吧，先生
- 计时员，“犀牛”，告诉他时间吧 - 求你了，先生，是多久？
干得好，罗奇，我知道你行 第二圈
先生，是多长时间？
你看，姜博……看那个人……
- 以前见过他吗？ - 没有，先生
- 有谁以前见过他？ - 没有，先生
他不是教职员，也不是村民 那么他是谁呢？叫化？小偷？
锅匠，裁缝，士兵，水手
富人，穷人，叫化，小偷
为什么他不朝这边看？ 这可有点奇怪
一群孩子在这里玩车 他却看也不看一眼！
- 你们会看的，对吗？ - 是的，先生
他不喜欢孩子？不喜欢车？
他连车都不看，这可是最好的英国造 很有些年头了！
好，大家集合，过来！
要是再有人看见他，或是别的 什么坏家伙，就来告诉我
是，先生
我不想看见什么坏人在这里闲逛 还假装不知道我们在
- 一看见就来告诉我 - 是，先生
姜博，我见不得在学校周围晃荡的 奇怪家伙
以前呆过的地方就被一群流氓搬空了
奖杯、钱、学生的手表 对那种人来说没什么不能偷的
我们可不能让他们偷走这辆阿尔维斯车
它是无可替代的，感谢社会主义运动
- 那人的头发是什么颜色？ - 有点浅，先生
- 身高？ - 和你差不多，先生
- 岁数？ - 嗯……很难说，先生
那是当然，隔着那么远呢 我相信你下次见到他会认出他的
姜博·罗奇是队里眼睛最尖的 只要他的眼镜没弄脏
啊——！哦！
帮帮我，先生！
- 哦，是你啊，姜博 - 我的腿受伤了，先生
哦，天哪
你能起来吗？慢点儿
慢点儿
踩着砖头摔下来了，是吗？
咱们来瞧瞧……没摔坏什么
只是擦破点皮 保姆很快就能把它治好
这是迟到的好借口，可以不用做晚祷了
在小路上绊倒了 你会这样对她说吧？
现在我们有个秘密了 我知道我可以相信你
你和我这样不合群的人 都很会保守秘密
是因为那个人吗？你要开枪打他？
你是密探吗？就像书里的牛头犬杜蒙*？ （*Sapper的系列侦探小说主人公）
有的人想叫你“牛头犬” 不过我们觉得“犀牛”更棒
- 比牛头犬大多了 - 嗯……我以前当过兵
你刚才看到的那个，是纪念品
就和这个一样
至于我怎么得到的，那都是秘密 只有我自己知道
- 你能理解吗，姜博？ - 是的，先生
我知道你能，我知道你能
- 晚安，姜博 - 晚安，先生
谢谢你，先生
- 啊，好久不见 - 你好，先生
- 喜欢吗？ - 很有特点
比买洗衣机强！
在早上十点穿着正餐礼服 感觉怪怪的
让我回想起扮演外交官的时候
信不信由你，这是直的 它让这里大有改观
- 我们完全是靠数学原理做的 - 我相信
我的雇主可能会让我入点股
他们是些恶棍，但是很有闯劲
很像当年的我们
那么……我有什么可以效劳的地方？
我想和你谈谈吉姆·普里杜 被枪击的那个晚上
“证人”行动的那个晚上 这是现在他们的叫法
- 你在写回忆录吗，乔治？ - 我们在重新调查这个案子
这个“我们”是谁，老朋友？
是雷康让我查的，得到了大臣的许可
我可以给你个电话让你确认一下 不过最好能免去这道手续
一切当权者都会腐化 但是总得有人来当头
碰到这种情况，雷康兄弟也只能 勉为其难，来主持大局了
那些档案是用纸带捆好的
那些纸带上的信息才是最有用的
上面注明了，你是当晚的值勤官
对，那时我刚从东京回来 在那里干满了三年
我以为我会按计划 去法国南部休假一个月
但是总管的老仆人孟德尔 在走廊里叫住了我
让我去见总管
我到了楼里就觉得奇怪，除了报务员 和译码员，一个人都没有
那个凶女人，叫莫莉什么的 在管着一个忙着干活的小家伙
莫莉·珀塞尔
当时你在柏林，比尔·海顿在内地
珀西·阿勒莱因在苏格兰
总管把楼里都清空了 我的天哪，他的样子把我吓了一跳
我已经听说他的模样变了很多 但我还是没有心理准备
简直像是看见了棺材里的死人 他没有浪费时间和我说笑话
我需要有人帮我守着总机 必须是个老手
我可以从分部办事处调人 不过你来干更好
你离开这里已经很久 跟这里的勾心斗角扯不上关系
你听不懂我在说什么，这很好
只要照我说的做就行
今晚可能会有大事 我派了一个人去执行特殊任务
这个任务对本局来说是头等大事
对本局，对我们…… 它可能改变我们的一切
你今晚的工作就是联络员
在我和楼里发生的所有事情之间 担任联络员
如果外面来了什么…… 电报也好，电话也好，信件也好
不管它看起来多么平常 你都要等待……
等到风平浪静了 就把它交给我，要当面交，萨姆
不要用内部电话
也不要留下将来可以参考的笔录
你听明白了吗？
等这一切都结束了…… 你不能吐露半个字
绝对不能，对谁都不能 不能对斯迈莱说
不能对海顿说，不能对布兰德说 谁都不能
- 要是我必须发出什么东西，怎么办？ - 我让你发才能发
这可能让他们输掉这场比赛 最后一锤定音的也许将是保罗·马连拿
或者是伍兹……还在传球…… 或者是穆伦……或者是瓦克……
最后谁都没有成功，真是难以置信
保罗·马连拿被彻底击垮了
他应该得到更好的回报 在我心中他是本场最佳球员
胡说！
喂，我是值勤官
唔
好，我知道了
我会给你回电的 这事听起来不太可能
科林斯，是急事
门没锁
捷克斯洛伐克那边的电波都炸开了锅
有一半是密码电报，不过看明码的也够了
- 布拉格还是布鲁诺？ - 布鲁诺
喂？ 莫莉，你回去接着听
总管？
总管，先是外交部的常驻办事员 打来电话
说是伦敦路透社的头脑发了一通消息 接着莫莉在电报上也接到了
路透社和舰队街的报社已经去外交部 打听了
他们说有个英国间谍在布鲁诺被打死了
捷克人正在向全世界宣布 这是西方霸权国家的挑衅
他们还没提到那个死人的名字
请给我指令吧？
总管，我需要指令
我们总得说些什么
你要我否认这事吗？ 先对外界断然否认？
你要我找别人来吗？
你要下楼去亲自处理吗？
可以否认这事，他带的是外国证件
现在应该没人知道他是英国人 没有那么快
哪怕他没有死
- 去找斯迈莱 - 他在柏林啊
没错
那么，别人也行，都一样
让孟德尔给我叫辆出租车
你已经让孟德尔回家了
他们公布了他的名字
喂？喂
是斯迈莱太太吗？
你接到我的消息了？
- 你在哪里留的？ - 我打电话到乔治·斯迈莱家
我想，也许他妻子碰巧知道你在哪
你是那家人的朋友，对吧？
我是在俱乐部看了自动收报机的纸带 好像是什么可怕的枪击事件
告诉我，是在捷克斯洛伐克，对吗？
吉姆·普里杜中枪了
不过捷克人还不知道他的真名 他们只说了他的化名，埃利斯
吉姆……被打死了？
一开始是这么传的 后来他们就只是说“中枪”
捷克人说普里杜……埃利斯……
用假证件入境 在捷克反革命分子的协助下
企图绑架一个捷克将军，不知道 他的姓名，地点在布鲁诺附近的森林里
企图挟持他越过奥地利边境 他们即将逮捕更多人
- 接着说 - 根据军方的消息
在奥地利边境上 捷克装甲部队大规模调动
雷康已经来过问了，大臣也是
他们想知道“怎么回事？” 和“为什么？”
我已经发出紧急呼叫 给斯迈莱、阿勒莱因、布兰德
看到你来我很高兴 很遗憾，比尔
好吧，萨姆，我们要做的第一件事 是……你打这个号码
是托比·埃斯特黑西的电话 跟他说是我下的命令
让他把伦敦经济学院的两个 捷克特务抓起来
把他们关起来，马上去办
快去办吧，萨姆 吉姆比那两个人重要得多
不过这只是开始
我要和捷克大使馆的间谍头子谈一谈
要是他们伤了吉姆·普里杜一根汗毛
我就把这个国家的捷克间谍网连根拔掉
你可以把这话转告他的上司
我要让他成为同行的笑柄
我得说，海顿确实表现得很帅
我曾经以为他是个有点古怪的恶棍
但是在那个晚上我的看法变了
事实上，他口述了一则声明 让外交部发表
第二天早上就登在了报纸上
“布拉格的轰动电报”事件 最后在人们的嘲笑中草草收场
在萨伏伊一边吃早餐，一边读着这些新闻 真是轻松愉快
- 然后你就去了法国南部 - 开开心心过了两个月
- 后来有人再问过你吗？ - 珀西·阿勒莱因
那时候他已经是头了
你被赶走了，总管又在住院
他想知道为什么在那个出大事的晚上 我是值勤官
本来应该是那个小伙子 马斯特曼值勤的
我跟他说我没有睡觉的地方 就想在圆塔过个安静的周末
这样可以省点钱，到法国去花
- 珀西说我在撒谎 - 所以他们就把你解雇了？
- 因为说谎？ - 因为酗酒
在值勤官的废纸篓里 有五个空的啤酒罐
当时有条规定，禁止在工作场所喝酒
你犯了什么过错？
我没法让他们相信我和这事无关
要是你想割掉谁的喉咙 就给我打个电话
萨姆，听我说 海顿的俱乐部那么晚还开着自动收报机
你不觉得奇怪吗？
那天晚上他在和安做爱 你猜得没错
你给她打了电话，她告诉你海顿不在
你一挂掉电话，她就把他赶下了床
然后比尔过了一个小时赶过来 已经知道是捷克的事了
而你没跟安提过捷克
我自己能找到路
路上小心，乔治
- 斯迈莱 - 吉姆
假如你不是一个人来的 我发誓，会扭断你的脖子
就我一个人，吉姆
见你的鬼，乔治 你到底想干什么？
对不起，吉姆 不过我必须知道发生了什么事
我已经完了，老兄 他们让我划清界限，我也照办了
你喜欢教学生吗？
在战后你当过一阵老师 是在预科学校吧？
别来和我玩猫逗老鼠的把戏 乔治·斯迈莱，你去看档案好了
圆塔的档案？我拿不到，吉姆 我被排斥在外了
够倒霉的！
我看了一些文件 是雷康帮我借来的
很老的材料
可以追溯到你和海顿 在牛津读书时的日子
里面有一份关于你的信 是比尔写给导师范肖的
他负责给圆塔招募人才
比尔在信里说，对英国情报机关而言 你是个可造之材
我能背出信里的一些片断
“他具有那种指挥若定的沉着气质”
“他是我的另一半，我们两人合在 一起就是一个了不起的人”
“他最大的愿望就是做我的伙伴”
“成为我的挚友”
“他的恭维令我欣喜万分”
“他是个童男，大约八英尺高”
“和著名的巨石阵 出自同一个造物者之手”
上帝！
上帝啊，那时我们都是孩子
是啊，当然了
你想知道什么？
我们起码可以找个舒服点的地方谈话 离这儿不远
我醒来的时候是在监狱的医院 窗户都装着铁栏，很高
他们马马虎虎做了手术
下一次醒来的时候 是在一间牢房，一扇窗也没有
我想要找出对付审问的办法
不过我不可能保持沉默，没有这样的机会
只要我想保持理智 甚至说只要我想活下来
我就必须开口，要让他们相信 我把自己知道的都说出来了
我决定先把准备好的 关于证人行动的说法告诉他们
这是总管替我编的
我是头皮猎手的头目
我是擅自行动的，我的上级并不知情
因为我想证明我有资格升职
要是我能相信这套说法
我就能把关于圆塔里有内奸 的所有念头全都埋葬
没有鼹鼠，没有和总管的会面 没有“锅匠、裁缝”
我去那里是为了策反斯代夫切克将军 仅此而已
接着我又想，我还可以告诉他们
一两个最近在苏联和卫星国被策反的人
甚至可以告诉他们 整个布里克斯顿班子的大概情况
只要我能忘记鼹鼠和“锅匠、裁缝”
我还可以说出我们的捷克间谍网
你知道是我招募了骨干成员吧？
- 干得很出色 - 那是笑话
他们对间谍网的事一点也不关心 他们早就全知道了，一网打尽了
他们非常清楚“证人”行动不是 我自己的主意
我一开始就说出了想留在最后说的事 就是我在圣詹姆斯街接到的命令
他们感兴趣的事只有一样 总管的烂苹果理论：
锅匠、裁缝、圆塔的间谍
他们知道圣詹姆斯那座公寓的地址吗？
知道，他们连我喝的雪利酒牌子都知道
总管关于斯代夫切克的计划 他们知道吗？
不，一开始不知道
告诉我那个间谍网的情况 有人逃出来吗？
没有
好像他们都被枪毙了
据说是你为了活命而出卖了他们
当然，我知道事实不是这样
看在上帝份上 我们找个能透气的地方吧
他们把我转移了很多次 不同的牢房，不同的监狱
这要看是谁在审问我 用的是什么方法
经常对我用刑
主要是电刑
是的，搬来搬去…… 小汽车、卡车、走廊、牢房
有一次是坐飞机 我的头被蒙着，起飞后就昏过去了
为了这个受了一通折磨
我想，有段时间我是在俄国
你想走一走吗？可能会好受点
他们一上来就直奔主题
为什么总管单枪匹马做这件事？ 他想要得到什么？
我说，他想重振雄风 结果他们哈哈大笑
就靠一些不值钱的捷克装备情报？
这在他的俱乐部里连顿饭都换不到
于是我就说，也许可怜的老总管 变糊涂了
这些话他们听烦了 就把我送回监狱，又折磨一通
知道吗，我希望自己发疯
可是他们知道怎么防止我发疯 他们一连几天不来理我
让我做好心理准备 接下来会有很长的审讯
就在那个时候，我……说……说……
……说了他们想知道的事
和其他事情一样，都是生理原因在起作用
我其实并没有崩溃 只是再也编不出故事了
早就忘记的事又出现在脑子里
就在那个时候，我对他们说了 总管关于斯代夫切克的计划
还有总管的烂苹果理论？
是的，鼹鼠的事，还有我们 给总管的怀疑对象安排的代号
锅匠——珀西·阿勒莱因 裁缝——比尔·海顿
士兵——罗伊·布兰德 穷人——托比·埃斯特黑西
- 叫化——乔治·斯迈莱 - 他们有什么反应？
他想了一想，然后给我一支烟
- 是谁？ - 什么？
哦，忘了说了，那时候审讯我的 是一个灰白胡子的家伙
他好像是头
他一个人审我，几个卫兵守在他身后
- 我恨死那香烟了 - 为什么？
那是臭兮兮的美国货，骆驼牌 我记得那烟盒
- 他抽那些烟吗？ - 从来就没停过
- 到这里就结束了？ - 差不多吧
我要知道一切，吉姆
后面就只是闲聊了 他想知道圆塔的一些琐事
谁升职了，谁降职了，都是些废话
- 说的是什么？谁？ - 布兰德，他喝多少酒
埃斯特黑西，怎么能信任 那样穿衣的人？
很多废话
他对我说了些什么？
他给我看了他的打火机 说那本来是你的
是安的礼物，“我全部的爱” 上面刻着她的名字
- 他有没有说是怎么搞到的？ - 多年前的一次会面
- 他说你会记得的 - 还有什么？
说吧，不过是一个俄国恶棍拿我取笑 我没什么好怕的
他估计在海顿和她快活过以后 她可能会考虑改写题字
我当时就对他说，让他见鬼去
你不能凭那种事来评判比尔 他的处世标准和别人不一样
- 他从来就不是循规蹈矩的人 - 而你从来就没有真正看透他
就是这些
比尔为了让你回国闹得很凶
他说为了让一个忠诚的英国人回家 多大的代价都是值得的
我还记得他对总管在证人行动 中的行为下了这样的结论：
“一个老人为了挽回消逝的荣誉”
“而发动的有史以来最不成熟的行动 吉姆·普里杜成了牺牲品”
你对自己的记忆力很得意吧？
- 你回来的时候见过比尔吗？ - 没有
- 他可是你最老最要好的朋友 - 我被隔离了
嗯，是的，不过……没什么
最后我们再谈谈你回来以后的汇报吧
调查官对你同情吗？
根本没有调查官，没人问我问题
我就住在监牢里，吃吃喝喝睡大觉
后来托比·埃斯特黑西来了 从头到脚都是新衣服
他说圆塔因为证人行动差点垮台
我现在是头号大瘟神
总管下台了，为了让白厅息怒 圆塔进行了改组
- 他们派的是托比？ - 对，那个小可爱
- 他叫我别担心 - 担心什么？
我的特殊使命，总管让我做的事
- 托比把这事都说出来了？ - 他说有几个人知道了真相
还说我不用担心，会有人解决的
- 所有事情他们都知道 - 他们真的……？
然后他给了我1千镑现金 加在我的退伍金里
- 谁给的钱？ - 他没说
你不觉得这有点奇怪吗？
没有调查，托比还给你送钱
俄国佬已经通过你查清了
总管对圆塔内奸的怀疑范围
他已经把范围缩小到了五个人 没有人来问你什么吗？
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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