(theme music playing)
What's the arrival time at Shamrock, sir?
Oh, about 20 minutes.
Man over radio: Jetline Gulf Charlie Delta Bravo Alpha,
this is Shamrock approach.
There is heavy fog at ground level.
Visibility down to 20 yards.
Do you require ground control, over?
Bravo Alpha.
Get them to verify our position.
We shouldn't be in ground-control range yet.
They should know.
Hello, Shamrock. Homer. Will accept ground control.
Please verify our position, over.
Jetline Bravo Alpha,
you are now 10 miles from touchdown
and 800 feet above the flight path.
Descend to 1,500 feet immediately, over.
Co-pilot: Bravo Alpha.
(beacon beeping)
How's the beacon?
Coming in on it now.
Jetline Bravo Alpha, you are now nine miles from touchdown
and still 500 feet above the flight path, over.
Right.
Didn't you tell me 20 minutes?
We miscalculated. Tell the passengers we're coming in now.
Jetline Bravo Alpha,
you are still 200 feet above the glide path
and only five miles from touchdown, over.
Co-pilot: Bravo Alpha.
Undercarriage and flaps?
Jetline Bravo Alpha, you are now on the glide path,
two miles from touchdown. Height, 1,000 feet.
(beeping continues)
Where's all that fog he was talking about?
Right ahead of us.
That's not fog. Pull it back!
Look out! (screams)
(theme music playing)
Woman over P.A.: Canada Jetways announce the arrival
of their flight 4-5-9 from London
- en route from Montreal. - (telephone buzzes)
Passengers from Montreal and Toronto
- should proceed now to the departure lounge. - Freedman here.
Yeah. Good. Your medical man has arrived from London.
Good.
Have him come into my office, will you, please? Thanks.
Well, have you been able to work out your geography yet?
Just about. This is the flight lane, isn't it?
That's right. It's 12 miles wide at this point.
All aircraft coming in from North America
are guided within the radar beacons here and here.
- The crash took place there. - Right on that headland.
20 miles north of the flight lane.
- How experienced was the pilot? - One of the best we've had.
He'd flown that route over 200 times.
I just don't understand why he didn't contact Shamrock control
- if he was in trouble. - Depends on what sort of trouble he was in.
- (knock on door) - Come in.
Good. You made it.
Dr. King, Mr. Freedman,
Irish manager of the charter line that lost a plane last night.
How do you do?
I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you'll have to forgive my appearance.
He's been tramping through the bog half the night.
Yes. You look as if you could do with some sleep.
- Thanks. Perhaps I will later on. - (telephone buzzes)
Excuse me, will you?
I didn't expect you to make it quite so quickly.
There just happened to be a convenient plane. I was in bed when I got your wire.
- Oh, dear. I'm sorry about that. - Yes, I bet you are.
I wonder if you gentlemen would excuse me.
The Minister of Aviation has just arrived,
and I want to show him all that wreckage we brought in this morning.
I'll be over at the workshop hangars if you want me.
- Good. I'll join you there shortly. - Good. Excuse me.
(door opens)
He's in a devil of a state. I don't blame him.
What's all the panic?
At 10:30 last night, a four-engine jet plane with a...
You see. Here.
The crash took place on that headland.
Except for a group of nuns from a nearby convent
and a few local residents, the rescue workers
didn't get there till 1:00 this morning.
I gather there aren't any survivors.
As far as we know.
Of course, the fog was pretty dense and the wreckage was scattered.
They were still bringing in the bodies when I left.
When you left? What time did you get here?
3:00 this morning.
Now, what's so special about an air crash
to get you out of bed in the middle of the night?
Three months ago, a plane from the same charter line
flying the same course crashed within five miles of the same spot.
The circumstances were identical,
except the first one crashed in the sea and nothing was recovered.
- What do you suspect, sabotage? - That's what I've been sent to find out.
But you get that from the wreckage, surely. How does that involve me?
Or did you just get me over here to have someone to chat to?
- Oh, hardly. - In that case, you've just lost me.
I've got things to do. You give me a ring...
I also wanted your expert opinion on the wreckage.
Look, Steed, I deal with people.
Exactly. The wreckage of 38 people.
Now, I talked to the local doctor this morning.
He hasn't had a chance to examine them properly,
but he's concerned as to the way that those people died.
He said I ought to get an expert in, so I did.
Flattery will get you anywhere.
- But you will look at them? - Yes, of course.
- Now, where are they? - They're in the convent of St. Mary
three miles from the scene of the crash
outside the village of Ballinagh.
Take an hour and a half to get there, late on the car.
- Had breakfast? - You're getting very considerate. No.
Well, you'll be in time for lunch, and it's Joyce's Public House, Ballinagh,
- and welcome to the Emerald Isle. - And begorrah to you, too.
Traffic manager, airport precinct, please.
There's a Dr. King coming over. He'll be in the main hall in a few minutes.
Yes, he's the man I ordered the car for.
Now give him priority clearance and a flask of coffee.
The driver's to take him to St. Mary's Convent, Ballinagh.
(bell chiming)
Good morning. My name is King, Dr. King.
May I come in, please?
Could you tell me who's in charge here?
Is your Mother Superior here?
Uh, look, um, could I speak to your Mother Superior, please?
She may not answer you. We are a silent order.
- Only I'm allowed to speak. - Oh, I'm sorry.
I understand you're taking over from Dr. Leary.
- Yes, I am. Is he here? - He left an hour ago to get some rest.
He left this report for you.
Oh, thank you.
Tell me, are these all the victims?
No. These are the bodies we brought in first of all.
The remainder are in the main hall.
Oh. You must've had a pretty tough job last night.
We are not strangers to death.
It was fortunate we're so near the scene of the disaster,
but still too late to save any lives.
(knock on door)
Excuse me.
I was wrong, Doctor. They found another poor soul.
- Where did you find her? - About a mile from the wreck she was...
lying in some heather.
We must've missed her last night in the fog.
- I set her down by the others. - You got anywhere warm we can put her?
In that recess there's a fire burning, but why?
This girl is still alive. This one?
Yes.
All right, bring her through, will ya? Be careful with her.
Stretch her across there.
- Can you make up a bed in here? - Yes. I'll arrange that now.
Good. Air hostess, eh?
I wonder how she got so far from the crash.
She might've made a run for it before the plane set fire.
- Yes, probably. - Do you want us to take her to Shamrock?
No. I think she's better off here in the warm for the time being.
As soon as you're finished,
we'll carry on searching for the other one.
- What other one? - The co-pilot.
Sure, we had an identity check this morning
and found two of the crew were missing.
We're still looking for the other one.
This is Mr. Hughes
of the Aeronautical Research College.
Mr. Steed. He's been sent to help us.
- How do you do? - How do you do? Any luck?
Luck doesn't come into my calculations, Steed.
We got two of the engines back more or less intact
by helicopter this morning. They're on the test bed now.
Oh, I see. What shape were they in?
- No faults traceable. - Which engines were they?
Port and starboard outer.
So even if the two inner ones are gone, the plane would still have flown.
- Probably wouldn't have even lost any height. - Excuse me.
Was there much fire damage on the motors?
Motors are accustomed to heat. That's how they work.
- I mean around the motors. - The cowlings, you mean.
- The electrical installations? - Very little.
- Isn't that unusual? - Every crash is unusual.
That's why we have to hold an inquiry.
Yeah, what I meant was, a fire usually starts in the crash
when the fuel bursts on the hot engines.
- Isn't that the case? - Yes, but is isn't this case.
Here, the fire started further back.
Around about there.
That coupling, that's part of the rudder control, isn't it?
- That's right. - Aluminum alloy.
Melting point, what would it be, 1,200 degrees Fahrenheit?
1,200 to 1,250.
Some fire.
- That should be just under the baggage compartment. - Yes, that's right.
Have you got a list of what was in the baggage compartment?
Yes, I had it wired over from Canada. Here it is.
Thanks.
- Look... - Who the devil is that?
He was sent over from London, and I've been told to give him every cooperation.
Well, I haven't.
This consignment from the Canadian Bank here...
was that damaged in the fire?
The box carrying it is burned very extensively.
- Can I see the box? - Yes, of course.
I see it was for a quarter of a million pounds
in Sterling bank notes.
Yes, we have a contract with the Canadian Bank
to fly back all their Sterling to the Bank of England.
- How much would you say was there? - Oh, about £500.
What about the rest?
That's all we found. The rest, it must've been burnt.
And left no ash?
Right. Leave them down there.
Right, sir.
Now, where's the whiskey I asked you to get?
I bought... I brought a bottle up yesterday, Mr. Joyce.
I know you did, and it was drunk
by all the rescue fellas from the crash, wasn't it?
Oh, that's right, it was.
Will you listen to me when I talk to you?
- Go on down and get me another one. - Right.
Mr. Joyce, who's that fella?
Never you mind who he is. Go and help him with his bags.
Get the whiskey afterwards.
Right.
- Good day to you, sir. - Morning.
Are you the gentleman from Shamrock that we're expecting for lunch?
- Yes, probably. - Oh, good.
Vincent, go down and tell Maureen in the kitchen.
What about the bags?
You look after the bags afterwards.
Go down and tell her to get the meal that was ordered his morning.
(mutters)
Bit soft in the head, but a fine, strong fella.
- Now, would you like a drink? - Yes. I could do with a bottle of beer, I think.
I dare say you could. Beer it is.
After all the terrible sights you've seen this morning.
The news soon gets around.
You know what it's like in a small place like this, don't you?
Mr. Joyce, Maureen says she's heating it up now.
All right. Then go over there and lay the table.
- Right. - You got a phone I can use?
Yes, one there at the foot of the stairs.
- Oh, good. - Is it a long-distance call?
- Shamrock. - Oh, I put you through meself.
You see, it's got to go through the post office, and it's a bit complicated.
Thanks.
Excuse me, sir. You'll be eating over there.
Thanks.
Uh, over here.
There.
Yeah?
You've, uh, you've come down from the convent, have you?
Yes, that's right.
I live only a mile from there, sir.
You must've seen something of the crash, then.
Oh, I did. I just got home.
'Twas me gave the warning.
I ran all the way down here, and I gave the warning.
That was a very sensible thing to do.
Did you... did you find anything out up there?
- Such as what? - What?
- Such as what? - No, it's just I...
I could tell you a few queer things about this business.
- Could you? - Oh.
- Sit down and tell me. - Oh, I couldn't.
It'd be as much as me job would be worth, sir.
Your call's up.
I put you through.
Thanks a lot.
Hello, Shamrock? Could I speak to Mr. Steed, please?
Canada Jetways. Yes, will you put me through? Thanks.
Excuse me, sir. Can I give you a word of advice?
I wouldn't take too seriously all that Vincent tells you.
He's a great romancer.
- Hello, Steed? - Yeah.
- Did you know that we've just found another victim? - Hmm?
The air hostess, and she's still alive.
- Has she said anything? - No. She's still unconscious.
She may not come round for several hours.
Well, I'm counting on you to keep her alive.
Thanks for reminding me.
Did you also know the co-pilot's missing?
Hold on a minute.
Were any of the crash victims taken anywhere else
- apart from the convent? - No.
We're one short. The co-pilot. Who was he?
Slade, the Canadian, but I thought all the bodies
were taken out of the pilot's cabin.
This one wasn't. Uh, hello?
Didn't the local doctor realize he was missing?
He probably didn't know a plane like that carried a co-pilot.
- (clicking) - Hello? Hello?
Hello. Ballinagh Post Office.
Hello, caller. I'm sorry, it was cut off.
I'll put you through again now.
Hello? Are you still there?
Steed: What time you going back up to the convent?
- Soon as I've had my lunch. - Right.
I'll join you up there in about two hours.
(line clicks)
Hello? There's just been a call from this doctor fella
at Joyce's pub.
I thought you might be interested.
Good afternoon. I'm looking for Dr. King.
Is he in?
(bell tolling)
Thank you.
Dr. King. Where can I find him?
Oh, sort of medium height. A man.
Uh, hey, I'm sure that Dr. King...
Are you looking for me?
Whew. This place is a bit eerie, isn't it?
- How about the girl? - She's still in a coma, I'm afraid.
- Can I look at her? - Yeah, sure. She's over there.
Ah.
- Can she be moved? - I wouldn't advise it just yet.
She may have some sort of spinal injury.
I wouldn't like to trust moving her over these roads.
Well, have you found the co-pilot yet?
I was gonna ask you the same thing.
I was speaking to the rescue men just before you arrived.
Apparently they've combed the whole area.
They've even had the police out with dogs.
I suppose he was on the plane.
Oh, yes, He made a routine weather report in Mid-Atlantic.
We just have to wait and hope he's alive.
Medical report on the others, eh?
I didn't want to talk in front of Sister Isobel.
No.
Most of these died on impact when the plane hit the ground.
Two of the victims died of shock.
The rest died of simple concussion
followed by multiple burns and asphyxiation due to fire.
According to the ambulance men,
they're mainly from the rear end of the plane.
That's what I expected. The fire was in the tail section.
How about the rest of the crew?
The nose landed on soft ground and was relatively undamaged.
The air hostess you know about.
The co-pilot we shall know if we find him.
This was the wireless operator.
He was a straightforward concussion case.
How about the pilot?
Well, he's the odd man out.
What do you mean by that?
He was strangled.
- Ah, good morning, sir. - Good morning.
- Sleep all right last night? - Oh, yes, thanks.
I'm afraid we don't have many people stay down here.
It's a bit damp up there.
Your friend's over there waiting for his breakfast.
Vincent's gone to fix him some. Would you like some?
No. I just think I'll have some coffee, please.
All right, coffee it is.
Oh, good morning.
Good morning, old boy. Did you sleep all right?
Swimmingly.
Oh, dear, was the bed damp? You did say you want to be near your patient.
I'd have got you in at Shamrock.
What brings you out so bright and chirpy?
Well, I've been to see the local garda siochana.
- Hmm? - Police.
They're looking for the co-pilot. So far, no... trace.
- Hello. - Your eggs, sir.
- That's very good of you. - Now...
and I brought your coffee as well.
Mm-hmm. This will dissipate the damp for you.
Hey, what have you got in it?
Irish coffee, sir, laced with spirits.
(chuckles) That'll take the chill off. Hey, what's that?
Isn't that the hostess who met me at Shamrock yesterday?
Yeah. Her name's Deidre.
You're a mine of information. What brings her here?
We shall find out in a minute.
Mmm.
Oh, Dr. King. I'm sorry to disturb you...
- but I had to find out about Margot. - Margot?
The hostess on the crashed plane. She was a very close friend of mine.
Mr. Freedman says she's still alive.
Yes, as a matter of fact, she is.
I'm going up to the convent to see her, if you'd care to share a car.
Well, I don't want to put you out.
- Not at all. - But you still got your coffee.
I don't like to deter you from your duty.
I'm sure you could go with another one, Mr. Steed. If you'll excuse me.
Mm-hmm.
Uh, the car's outside. I shan't be long.
I shan't be there when you get there.
I'm going to Shamrock to make a call to London.
- Can't you make it from here? - Our phone call yesterday was tapped.
That may be the custom around here,
to listen in to other people's conversations.
It may be more than that. Anyway, don't take the chance.
Yes, all right. See you.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, by the way, I should have a chat with Vincent if I were you.
Oh?
- Morning, Vincent. - Morning, sir.
Aw, did the gentleman not like his coffee?
Nope, afraid he didn't like the mixture.
Have one yourself without the coffee.
(chuckles) Thank you, sir.
Of course, I'm not allowed, you know.
Except you have one on the quiet, don't you, eh?
I often have a little nip in the cellar out the back,
but he don't know about that.
You have this one on me, eh?
I will. Would, uh, would you like to join me, sir?
That's a very civilized idea.
If you can wait half an hour,
he be sending me out for some more stout.
I'll tip you to wink.
Fine.
Right.
Hey, you pretend you're going to the gents'.
That's a brilliant idea.
(Vincent cackles)
Good morning, sister. How is she today?
Ah, sorry.
- Ah, good. - Is she improving?
Her pulse rate's quickening up. That means her heart's getting a bit stronger.
With reasonable luck, she should regain consciousness by tonight.
Tell me, did you know any of the rest of the crew at all well?
I've flown with the pilot several times.
Mm-hmm. Co-pilot?
Bob Slade. No, I'd never flown with him,
- but I met him a few times. - What kind of a man was he?
I'm afraid I didn't know him that well.
- Why do you ask? - Just curious.
Do you know if they found his body yet?
Body? Why, is he dead?
I don't know. I assume so.
What made you think he was still missing?
The police stopped my car on the way to the village.
They were looking for him. Have they looked here?
The garda may not enter here, and I can assure you
I've searched every corner of the convent.
How is the poor girl, Doctor?
Well, with reasonable luck, we should be able to get her into hospital tonight.
- Oh, but these roads... - They're little more than cart tracks.
Yes, I know, but as soon as she gets a bit of strength,
we'll get her out by helicopter.
Of course. In the meantime, we shall be praying for her.
We're going to Mass now.
Perhaps you would care to join us, my child.
Oh, yes. It's the least I can do.
I shall be going back down shortly.
Would you care me to give you a lift to the village?
No, thank you, I'll stay up here for a while. Please don't wait for me.
Have you any further instructions for Sister Isobel before you leave, Doctor?
No. I think it's all down on the pad,
unless she regains consciousness, that is.
And then?
In that case, I'd like you to make a very careful note
of everything the girl says,
no matter how trivial it may sound.
I think we can squeeze another drop out of this one, sir.
Ah. You're a bad boy. Eh, eh.
I suppose I am, but, you know,
he only pays me four pound a week.
Four pound, and I'm working every hour that God ever made.
Why don't you go somewhere else?
Ah, now, sir, where could I go?
Well, you could emigrate. Canada, Australia.
Yes. I have a brother in America.
Well, then...?
I... I often thought about emigrating.
Of course, I'd not say a word to him about that.
Well, here's the best to you, sir.
- And to you, too. - (chuckles)
Oh, good, now we got that little matter settled,
go on about the night of the crash, eh?
Yes. Well, I saw this fire blazing away on the mountain.
Was that soon after you heard the crash?
Oh, I don't know. I was very confused.
Never mind. Go on.
Anyway, I ran down the mountain, and I told Michael Joyce.
He phoned for the guards and the firemen.
'Course, they were a long time coming, sir.
See, they all live 20 mile away, and-and the fog was very bad.
Did you go back up with them?
No. No, I didn't because Michael said,
"Stay here in case the rescuers will be wanting drinks
and that afterwards."
So I-I stayed here till after that fella came.
What fella?
Well, now, sir,
I promised Michael Joyce on my mother's grave
I'd not say a word about this.
- On your mother's grave? - Yes.
How much would it take to break a promise?
Oh, well, now, sir,
seeing as how me mother isn't actually dead yet, I...
Oh, I couldn't take all that, sir.
It'll pay for this bottle.
Well, now you're getting your change.
When we go upstairs, I'm going straight to the till,
and you are getting your change.
Sit down now a minute. I'll tell you all about this fella.
He was a young fella in a uniform.
Airman's uniform?
That's right, it was an airman's uniform.
What time was this?
Oh, about 1:00.
Everyone was gone up the mountain, except Michael Joyce and meself.
Then this fella comes knocking on the door.
Michael lets him in and says something to him,
but I couldn't hear.
See, Michael told me to make meself scarce.
- Did you? - (chuckles) I did not.
I went into the public bar and watched him through the mirror.
I saw the fella give Michael some money, sir.
Now, it looked to me like a lot of money.
But you didn't hear what they said?
I think he was asking the way to Dublin,
for Michael was telling him how to get out
on the Dublin Road,
but when I came back, he was gone.
(chuckles)
You sure you're not making all this up?
Oh, now, sir, this is the gospel truth.
You'll not say a word to Michael Joyce about it.
- He'd throw me out for sure. - Vincent!
Oh, Lord, there he is coming for me.
Vincent, where the devil are you?
What will I do when he finds me here drinking with you?
Get behind this. Oh, hello, I must've lost my way.
I was looking for the gents', you know.
That's over on the other side of the yard with a...
with a white door.
I tried that. It was locked.
Oh. (Laughs) That's where Vincent is.
I'll soon get him out of there for you. (laughs)
- Vincent! - Head for the bar, quick.
Thanks, sir. You're a very clever fella.
A very clever fella indeed.
We managed to get the motor back more or less in one piece.
Would you like us to get it rigged up for you?
No. There's no question of engine failure.
Give it to your friend Steed to play with.
I'm sure it'll amuse him for hours.
Has he taken over the airport yet?
Not quite yet, he's monopolized my office
and is checking over all my files.
Ah, there you are, gentlemen. Freedman, can I have a word with you?
Yes, of course.
Carry on, old fella. You're doing a great job.
You've got another bank consignment
going out tomorrow night, haven't you?
This is highly confidential information.
Yes, I know, I was wondering if you could make it
a little less confidential at this end.
- Now, this is asking for trouble. - That's just what I want.
Steed, you seem to forget that apart from the money,
we're risking the lives of passengers and crew alike.
- No, I haven't forgot. - Excuse me.
It's a pleasure. Now, could you tell me about this co-pilot Slade?
He's been with the company about 18 months.
Prior to that, he was on Internal Airlines in Canada.
You can get his history sheet from the personnel office.
Yeah, I've done all that, but they didn't tell me his religion.
Is he Catholic or Protestant?
I think he's a Protestant. Why?
- You sure? - Yes, I'm sure. Why?
Might come in handy.
Oh, by the way, can I use your office again? I want to do another interview.
Help yourself. Who do you want to see?
Miss Deidre O'Connor.
You might have her called for me, would you? Thanks a lot, old boy.
Freedman here.
Relay room? Will you put out a call for Miss Deidre O'Connor
to go to my office right away, please?
Thank you.
Ah. Miss O'Connor.
- Sit down, will you, please? - Thank you.
How was Margot when you left?
I thought she looked a little better, but she's still unconscious.
Mm-hmm, it's a very bleak place up there.
- The convent, you mean? - Yeah.
Of course, I've got nothing to compare it with.
They never let me in a convent before.
- I suppose you're quite used to it. - Why?
- Weren't you brought up in one? - Oh, yes. Yes, I was. Yes.
- Your parents put you in. - Yes, they did.
They're very strong Catholics. You know what Irish villages are like.
Indeed I do.
Must've made your marriage rather a problem, Mrs. Slade.
Is that why you don't wear this?
- I don't know what you mean. - Oh, come now, Deidre.
You were married to Robert Austin Slade
in the Manitoba Registry Office 11 months ago.
Knowing your parents would disapprove of a mixed marriage,
the two of you kept it quiet.
- How did you find out about all this? - It was inevitable, really.
When he was presumed dead, we looked around at his next of kin.
Happened to be you.
Of course, if he isn't dead,
you'd be the best person to help us.
I don't know where he is.
Then who were you looking for up at that convent?
It wasn't just Margot you were going to see.
Did you know that a quarter of a million pounds disappeared from that cargo?
- I heard this morning. - Was that an additional reason for keeping quiet?
If you think Bob took that money, you're mistaken.
He'd never do a thing like that.
All right.
Is that all?
Yes, that's all.
Come right in. We've finished our chat.
Will you have the security please follow that girl?
Discreetly, of course.
- Yes, but... - Good.
The airport cashier sent this down for you.
Thank you very much.
Now we're getting somewhere.
I got a list of the stolen notes from the Canadian Bank.
This has turned up. It was handed in at the airport.
Will you get the... Oh, hello?
Ballinagh 3-4-2, please.
Will you get the accounts department
to check up where it was handed in?
Certainly. Might be difficult. Leave it with me.
Fine. As quick as you can.
Hell... hello?
Oh, is that Joyce's Public House?
- Yes, sir. - Oh, Vincent, here's your old drinking partner.
Look, can you get me Dr. King urgently?
Dr. King? Oh, he's not here, sir.
I think he went back up to the convent.
Now listen, Vincent.
If he comes back within the next 20 minutes
tell him to get back up to the convent and wait for me.
- Now, have you got that? - Yes, sir, I've got that.
Did you get all that? I don't know.
But I don't think you ought to take any more chances.
That's right. Relax her back onto the pillow.
Good.
Oh, well, now...
Who are you?
I'm a Doctor. You're all right.
Just try and lie as still as you can.
Where am I?
You're being taken good care of.
Now, can you hear what I'm saying to you?
Yes.
What can you remember?
Remember?
What's the last thing that you remember?
Came into the cabin.
- Pilot's cabin? - Yes.
Go on.
We were coming in to land. I don't remember any more.
Can you remember waking up after the crash?
Yes.
Yes, I do.
I was lying on the floor. It was all quiet
and... then...
then I... I saw...
Easy. Now go on.
- Doctor... - Just a moment, please.
Doctor, I'm sorry, but this seems to be urgent.
- What is it? - There's someone to see you outside.
- The man who was here yesterday. - Steed?
Yes. He said it's very important.
Show him in, will you, please?
Doctor, normally men are never allowed in this convent.
Because of the special circumstances,
I've broken all the rules to allow medical staff to enter.
But we are now going to vespers,
and I will not allow anyone in until they are over.
I'm afraid you'll have to see him outside.
Yes, all right. I shan't be a moment.
Now carry on with what you were saying, Margot.
Now, can you hear me?
Ah, she's lapsed again.
Look, keep her completely relaxed until I get back.
I shan't be more than a few minutes.
Does she understand me?
She understands.
(sisters singing hymn in distance)
Take her straight through to the helicopter, will you?
I will.
Are you going back with them?
Yeah. I told the pilot to wait for me.
- What do you want me to do now? - Go cool your heels down at the pub
until Vincent contacts you.
I've asked him to do a job for me.
How do I get in touch with you?
Any other way than by public phone. That's just a bit too public.
- (bell tolling) - Does that bell ring all the time?
Yes, it seems to.
I thought Vespers was over.
We also ring it when we've suffered a bereavement.
Steed: I see. That's a nice way of putting it.
Now, when can I talk to Sister Isobel?
You will not be able to see her.
She will be in private prayer for many hours.
Look, can't you absolve her from her vows of silence just this once?
We got to know what happened.
She has told me what has happened.
Yes, but I'd like to hear it from her.
You will learn nothing new. She is incapable of telling lies.
She seems capable of disobeying instructions.
She was told not to leave that girl.
She will be punished for that.
But she was, after all, on a mission of mercy.
The girl asked for water,
and she left for a few moments to fetch some.
Steed: In those few moments, somebody was murdered.
She will remember that all her life.
Now look, you've got to allow us to search this convent.
You're all in danger, the whole lot of you.
We are not afraid of danger,
and death to us is a release.
If there is a criminal here, we shall pray
that he will come to us and confess.
When he does so, we will persuade him
to go to the civil authorities.
That isn't good enough.
Now look, I can't let you take the risk.
I'm going to arrange for the garda to surround this convent
in case the killer tries to break cover,
and I'm gonna ask the Chief Superintendent
of the County for a search warrant.
You seem to forget, Mr. Steed, that you are in Ireland.
No police officer dare enter this place without my permission
and no authority will override it.
And now I must go and help Sister Isobel in prayer.
(buzzing)
Hello. Ballinagh Exchange.
Deidre: Hello. Would you put me through to the convent, please?
I'm afraid that's impossible, miss.
- There's no such line. - I think you'll find there is.
It's 4-2-3-2-0.
4-2-3-2-0.
Just one moment, please, miss.
Hello? I wondered if I might attend evening Mass tonight.
- Woman: Tonight? - Yes.
- At what time? - 10:15.
Arrangements will be made.
Ah, thanks, engineers. Retrace that call back. Thanks.
She made that call from a public phone box
on the airport approach road.
Now, what time does the plane carrying the bank consignment
- cross the Irish Coast tonight? - About 2215.
- 10:15. - I'd better get her in here.
No, not just now.
But if she's tipping off someone about these flights...
We want something more tangible than that phone call.
(telephone buzzes)
Yes?
Excellent.
Will you have her come to my office, please?
I think we've got the information we need.
That pound note that you asked me to check on,
it was handed in by a woman who works at a cigarette kiosk
with her takings last night.
Oh, you think she got it from Miss O'Connor?
I think Deidre O'Connor could've gotten it from her husband.
(knock on door)
Come in, will you, please?
You wanted me, sir?
Yes. Now, you know what this is all about, don't you?
Yes, sir, it's about the pound note I took at the kiosk yesterday.
That's right.
Now How many English pound notes did you take yesterday?
Oh, not many, sir.
You see, I'm in the departure section.
Most people have Irish currency they want to get rid of.
I think I only took the one.
And that was given to you by an air hostess.
Oh, no, sir. I only sell cigarettes.
So why should an air hostess buy cigarettes off me
when she can get her own supply on the planes?
Good point.
- You quite sure about that? - Yes, sir, I am.
Quite sure.
It was given to me by a gentleman.
Can you tell me what he looked like?
Well, sir, if I remember rightly,
it was that gentleman there.
You? Where did you get one of these pound notes?
I can't imagine.
I must've picked it up in a pub somewhere.
(bell rings)
Here you are, sir.
More Irish.
Oh, thanks a lot. Um, have you got any soda water?
Oh, just run out.
I sent Vincent out for some 10 minutes ago.
- I'll go and get it. - Oh, don't worry.
I want to go out the back. I'll give him a shout myself.
Aye, do that. Give him a kick in the behind.
It's time somebody did.
Have you found anything, Vincent?
Oh, no. Excuse me, sir.
No, I haven't, only... Only beer and spirits,
like I told your friend.
This, uh, this is the only box I haven't opened, sir.
Oh, why not?
I'd get into terrible trouble if I opened it.
That's the holy wine for the convent.
It's a funny place to keep it, isn't it, a pub cellar.
Yes, it is, but they have a special arrangement
with Michael Joyce.
See, it's delivered here,
and we take it up when they want it.
Yeah, let's open it, shall we?
Now, if I did that, sir,
you'd have to take full responsibility.
Yes, all right.
We put it over here.
(grunts)
Soda water.
What do they want with soda water?
It's funny-looking soda water, isn't it?
Here, smell that.
Well, what is it?
That's petrol loaded under pressure, Vincent.
Half a dozen of these little flamethrowers
would burn out a plane in five minutes, wouldn't they?
Hey, Vincent, can you drive?
I can, yes. I drove a truck in Kerry.
I want you to take the car outside, drive to Shamrock as fast as you can.
When you get there, ask for Mr. Steed
and tell him exactly what we found, understand?
- What'll I tell Michael Joyce? - I'll think of something.
I'll tell him you've gone off sick and I've sent you home.
Now hurry.
You're not coming with me, then?
No, someone I want a word with first. Off you go.
Look, I better put all this back.
I'll do that for you.
Got it all ready for tonight, but don't you think
it's a bit dangerous with this doctor fella
still snooping around down at the pub?
All right, well, he'll be the last one,
and then we'll clear out of here fast.
All right, then, Vincent. You've been a great help to us.
Thank you very much.
That's all right, sir. That's all right.
It's a... it's a funny business, though, isn't it?
Yeah, 'tis, indeed.
Look, there was one other thing I wanted to talk about, sir.
I've just come down from the control tower.
- That plane's only 70 minutes off the coast. - I know.
Dr. King will need his car back. Can you make the journey back?
Now, that's what I wanted to talk about, sir.
I wouldn't go back there, not to save me life.
I'll send a couple of security guards.
No, no. I wouldn't go back there now
if I had half the Irish Army along with me, sir.
What are we gonna do with you, then, eh?
Well, I've been thinking, you see,
and I had this money in the post office.
I... I drew it out.
Would that be enough to get me to me brother in America?
- Uh, no, hardly. - Oh.
Vincent, you've been a great help to us.
Do you think he might have it on the house?
Certainly. I'll get him as far as Montreal,
- then we'll reroute him from there. - Steed: Good.
But the thing is, could I go now?
Now? What about your belongings, your cottage?
Oh, the cottage belongs to Michael Joyce,
and, well, about me belongings...
I knew I wasn't going back, so I...
I put a few things in a bag.
I see.
When is the next plane to Montreal?
I've got a scheduled flight going out in 50 minutes.
Oh, that... that would just suit me fine, sir.
Now wait a minute. You haven't got a passport.
(chuckles) Well, as a matter of fact,
I got this 12 months ago,
in case the opportunity ever came up.
So you did. Hmm.
All right, boy, have a meal and wait for us
in the departure line.
We'll have a ticket for you there.
Thank you, sir. Thank you both very much.
- He'll need a visa for the States. - Of course he will.
Contact the Irish consul in Montreal
about a visa for the States, okay?
The Irish consul in Montreal about a visa for the States.
I will. I will.
Good luck.
Not so simple as he looks, eh?
I don't like to think of the poor fellow, though,
traveling all on his own for seven hours.
Haven't you got an air hostess you can send with him?
I don't think I got one available.
What about Deidre O'Connor? She's doing nothing.
I thought you wanted her kept here.
No, I've changed my mind.
Can you get a security guard to take Dr. King's car back to Ballinagh?
He may need it.
Just one thing that's worrying me.
- Yeah? - That message from Deirdre.
She gave a phone number of the convent.
- I don't get it. - Try dialing it.
I have... Oh, though now you mention it,
uh... 4-2-3-2-0.
G-b-d-b-o. Does that mean anything?
No, but g-c-d-b-o does.
Yeah, it's the same thing on the dial. What does it mean?
It just happens to be the call signal
of the plane that's flying to the coast at this very minute.
Now, what would they want with that?
When did you say that plane left for Montreal?
Sister. Sister, I'd like a word with you.
Look, Sister Isobel, I have a problem.
I've got a death certificate to make out for that girl,
so I'll need to know how she died, and I think you can help me.
Look, I'm asking you to break your vow of silence.
I realize that, and I understand how much it means to you.
But unless you do, more people may die,
and your silence will have been responsible.
Now, please will you help me?
Good. I'm very grateful.
All I want to know is one thing.
Who killed her?
- I... - Go on.
Now please go on.
I don't know.
I'm sorry I made you break your silence just to hear that.
No. I wanted to talk to you before several times, but...
- but I did not dare. - What did you want to say?
A few months ago,
most of our sisters left here to go to Rome.
A few of us remained
to maintain the convent while they were away.
Go on.
Our Mother Superior went with them.
A few days later,
we were joined by the present Mother Superior.
For many weeks, she did not talk to us.
She seemed to be watching us,
almost as though she were trying to learn how we lived
and what services we held.
Only then did she join in with them.
And at first, she made mistakes.
Yeah?
It was almost as though she...
She were learning the life of a sister for the first time.
Wasn't there anyone you could go to
- to find out if she was genuine? - You know our rules.
We may not talk to anyone except her.
Now, to get back to yesterday afternoon when that girl was killed.
Now, you say you left here to get water for her.
No. I left because
the Mother Superior asked me to leave.
She stayed on here alone?
No. I went with her.
She will confirm that. She never tells a lie.
At least that's one vow she has not broken.
Now leave here. I would speak to you later.
I haven't finished with her yet.
- Oh, yes, you have, Doctor. - How am I doing?
Not bad. When is the last time you flew one of these?
Never been inside one before.
Well, this is a fine time to tell me.
It's basically the same, though there are not so many dials.
I suppose you still have a pilot's license.
Of course, I always keep up things like that.
How about you?
I was chief pilot on this line for five years.
Then I'll let you land it.
Thanks. I'm sure the passengers will be very relieved.
- 2210. Time we turn back. - Turn back?
You didn't think I was gonna take you
all the way to Canada, did you?
But if we turn back now, we'll be right on the tail
- of Bravo Oscar and the scheduled flight. - No, we shan't.
They had instructions to turn south 10 minutes ago.
Well, I'll certainly be glad to get my airline back.
Perhaps I'll know what's happening then?
All right, now we take over the scheduled flight.
So what's ever in store for Bravo Oscar, we're gonna get.
That's the idea. Now, homing beacon.
(beacon beeping)
We're on the wrong vector.
We're about 40 miles south of that beacon.
No. They're 20 miles north of us.
40 miles, sorry. On that headland.
But there isn't a beacon on that headland.
Then someone must've built one.
What are we gonna do about it?
Follow it. That's what they want.
Now go over there by the other one.
Man: Hello, Jetline Gulf Charlie Delta Bravo Oscar.
This is Shamrock Ground Control Approach.
There is fog at ground level. Do you require talkdown, over?
That's not Shamrock.
I know, but how is it Shamrock can't hear it?
They're probably using a low-powered transmitter
with a 12-mile range.
- It wouldn't reach. - Tell 'em we accept.
Hello, Shamrock Control. This is Bravo Oscar.
We accept talkdown, over.
Jetline Bravo Oscar,
you are five miles from touchdown.
Descend to 1,000 feet, over.
Here she comes.
Tell Jerry to bring her down a bit.
How long have you been here?
They bring me here after the crash.
Why haven't you yelled out?
Anytime anyone was around, they rang that bell.
It's nearly driven me crazy.
How many are involved? You know?
Just the two. Rest are genuine.
This place is out of bounds for them.
That one's only left the bell tower once.
I know what that was for.
There's someone else at the post office.
There's another one. I don't know who he is except that he runs the show.
Why haven't they killed you off the same as the others?
Be quiet.
- What's happening? - We're coming down to land.
Jetline Bravo Oscar, you are two miles to touchdown.
Descend to 500 feet.
If you got anything to tell us, you got 40 seconds to do it in.
Jetline Bravo Oscar, you are now on the glide path,
- one and a half miles... - What's happening?
- Why are we turning back? - Will you go back to your seat?
Passengers are not allowed in this part of the aircraft.
Jetline Bravo Oscar, you are now on the glide path,
one mile from touchdown.
Stop the talkdown! You've got the wrong plane!
- Oh! - Take over.
All right, Vincent, you've taken us for a nice little ride.
Who's running this bunch? Who's running it?
Argh!
I was.
What about Joyce?
Has he got that quarter of a million pounds, eh?
That fool. He wouldn't run a pub!
Where's the money?
In my baggage.
I expected you to break first. Why didn't you?
They've got Bob, my husband.
That's why I had to give them the information,
or else they would've killed him.
They had the information before the crash and for the previous one.
- Were you responsible for that, too? - No, They got it from Margot.
But she thought it was for the insurance assessors.
If she'd have known what it was really for,
she'd never been out on the plane herself.
- What about your husband? Where's he? - He's probably dead.
They said they'd kill him if anything went wrong.
Well, how was I to know it was the wrong plane?
And what was Vincent O'Brien doing on it?
He must've been trying to make a getaway.
Over here, sister.
In my pocket, you'll find a knife.
In this pocket.
Now... can you cut my wrists?
(screams)
All right, come on down.
Get back.
I take it we're not flying back.
No, I don't think so.
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