Man in a Suitcase (1967–1968): Season 1, Episode 1 - Brainwash - full transcript

Hello, McGill.

- Hey, John.
- Good to see you.

- Yeah, good to see you.
- How was the trip, all right?

Pretty good.

- Here. I'll take it.
- No, thanks. I got it.

Thank you.
Let's go.

How's London?
Still swinging?

Oh, yeah.
Like a pendulum do.

Did you hear anything about
the woman or the money?

That's why you're here.

And what about Laporte,
where is he?



He's down there in the car.
Come on.

This is Mr. McGill.

- Hello, Mr. McGill.
- How are you, Mr. Laporte?

Fine.

John told me a lot about you.
You've certainly made an impression on him.

Really?

You know, I feel like I've seen you before.

That's hardly likely.

- Shall we go?
- Yeah.

- We can go now, sir.
- Right.

- Is he quiet?
- Quiet as dead.

S01E01 - Brainwash

Subtitles by Susanawho

Oh, Mr. McGill, you're awake.



I hope you slept well.

We weren't sure if you like tea or coffee,
so I brought you both.

Who are you and
where am I?

I'm afraid I can't tell you anything.
I only work here.

Where's my suitcase?
Where are my clothes?

In the closet.

How long have I been here?

Where's Laporte?

Laporte?

Forget it.

You'll just have to wait, sir.

Please don't be hasty.

I can kill you if you force me to.

What's going on here?

I know, we've behaved unpleasantly.

But we don't wish to cause
you any injury.

We simply have to preserve our
security arrangements.

After you.

What happened to the deal
you described in London?

That's off, I'm afraid.

But we have something better for you.

Perhaps, McGill, on your usual
assignments for which you are paid, what,

$ 300 a week, plus expenses,

there's no need for
security arrangements.

But you are about to be offered
something in the neighborhood of $ 50,000.

- 50,000 dollars?
- That's right.

Are you interested?

I'm fascinated.

Now who does the money come from?
You or Colonel Davies?

You recognized our Mr. Laporte.

- A little too late.
- That was fortunate for you.

- May I put this down?
- Please.

This way, If you please.

Ah, McGill, come on in.

- Who do you want assassinated?
- Why do you say that?

What other job pays $ 50,000?

Would you kill for money?

- No.
- We wouldn't ask you to.

This really isn't a job, as such.
It's a...

it's more to the nature of a service.

Funeral service?

How good is your memory, McGill?

It's just about as good as
it has to be.

Can you remember, say,
New Year's Eve 1962?

Yeah.

What did you do?

Got drunk.

How well do you remember
the last few summers?

- It's not worth that much.
- What about 1958?

Wasn't that a $ 50,000 summer?

You were working for
American Intelligence then?

I was.

You were stationed in Central Africa,
small country called Ikwala?

I really moved around.

That's the summer we particularly
want you to remember.

- Her name was Marion.
- Don't be flippant.

You did work with
American Intelligence.

No need to deny it.
And you were stationed in Ikwala.

- It's a matter of record.
- Never.

And the proof is you recognized me.

I saw your photographs.
Everybody has.

You were President of Ikwaka
before the revolution.

Revolution?
No, no, conspiracy.

- And you should know.
- I repeat: $ 50,000.

Look, fellas, what exactly am I supposed
to know about 1958 in Ikwala?

Everything.

John, you've just gone into a lot
of trouble for nothing.

Perhaps you need a few
days to think it over.

Will you show our guest
into his room, please?

Think about the money.
Perhaps your memory will improve.

- It won't.
- We'll help you.

I brought you some lunch.

- I thought it was evening.
- You were mistaken.

When do they open
the shutters around here?

When there's something to see.

They trust you with the key
to this place?

No.

How many of them are there?

I don't know, quite a few.

And some of them are
watching us right now.

- They can't be.
- Sure they can. Come here.

Look, right there.

They're just behind that
wall watching us.

Look right through there, honey,

and smile because they're just
on the other side of the wall.

- Smile.
- Let go of me.

I wonder what they would do
if I got a hold of you like this

and say: if you don't let me out of here,
I'm gonna choke this girl.

- They'd let you do it.
- Let's find out.

I'm not important to them.

Wait a minute.

I'm leaving.

No, you're gonna have lunch with me.

I'm not hungry.

Well, there are two plates here,
one for you, one for me.

Yes.

- I'm supposed to.
- Do.

Have a seat.

Very well.

Go ahead.

Come on.

Try a mushroom.

And the steak?

OK.

What's your name?

What's the difference?

I just don't like to strangle strangers.

Judy.

Judy.

Anybody ever tell
you were a gossip?

What is it?

What are you...?

They put it in the salt.

Lie still and don't try to speak.

Now that you're awake,
I'll fetch the doctor.

You're very sick, Mr. McGill.

But don't worry. We'll soon
have you on your feet again.

All we need are the right drugs
and a little of cooperation from you.

You'll be out of here in no time.
Thank you.

And you do want to be out of here
as soon as you can, don't you?

Get out of here.

Your cure requires
a little information,

a little information about Ikwala,
Mr. McGill.

About Ikwala,

Ikwala.

Ikwala.

Ikwala.

Ikwala.

Ikwala.

Time of transition in Ikwala.

1957 is a time of transition for Ikwala,

the small Central African country which
has been under British mandate since 1919.

Ikwala may be tiny,

but its immensely rich mineral deposits
have given it great political importance.

Here are University buildings where many
of the staff are representatives

of the forward-looking white community
headed by Ikwala's president, Col. Davies.

1957 has been outstanding in
the development of Ikwala's industry.

February, the mines of Kwasagwin began to be
thoroughly exploited,

opening up yet another seam of prosperity
for this small but important country.

Now we see the celebrations to mark
the opening of the first

multiracial University at Maziquinn.

Here are members of the staff

awaiting the arrival of Ikwala's president,
Colonel Davies.

And a great moment for Dr. Joseph Gwabe,

the first chancellor of the University.

And thus, a new era in the life
of this unique nation has been opened,

an era of reform and progress
for all the people.

Time of transition in Ikwala.

1957 is a time of transition for Ikwala,

the small Central African country which
has been under British mandate since 1919.

There is an ever increasing educated
african population.

Here are University buildings where many
of the staff are representatives

of the forward-looking white community
headed by Ikwala's president...

It's a bit loud, isn't it?

- ... outstanding in the development...
- Cut the faders.

Yes. We have to turn it up
after each showing,

otherwise, having seen it for 30 or so times,
McGill might begin to lose interest.

Would you report to father, please?

- He wants to see you.
- Certainly.

Oh, and take it up a notch, will you?

Time of transition in Ikwala,

the small Central African country which
has been under British mandate since 1919.

- Do you want your tablets?
- No.

All right?

- Sir?
- I'm sorry, sir.

Never forget who I am,
Major, or what I am.

- Sick or well, living or dead.
- Never, sir.

What about McGill?

He's on schedule, I would say.

- Any sign of a break?
- No.

- Perhaps we should wait.
- I think not.

The fear is building up in him.

What we've done so
far must be taking effect.

- He's no weakling.
- Precisely why we must go ahead.

If we don't, he'll adjust to
the present pattern.

I want another opinion.

My results have always been
satisfactory to you before.

Your results have always been
based on my judgement.

Stay here.

Sir.

But its immensely rich mineral deposits
have given it great political importance.

There's an ever increasing educated
african population.

I didn't think I'd find you here.

I keep hoping he'll give you
what you want.

Is what we're doing
absolutely necessary?

Yes.

But in the end, he still may not help us.

He will.

We are asking him
to betray his country.

- No, only to tell the truth.
- But he's suffering!

We suffered!

We were imprisoned, humiliated,
threatened, beaten and exiled.

Do you remember?

Or have those years that school
away from me softened your recollections?

No.

Then you save your pity for yourself.

It's only two days and he's changed.

In what way?

He's afraid.

He tries to hide it,
but I can tell.

Well, sir?

All right, Major.

You may proceed
with the entertainment.

Sir.

Take your time, by all means,
Mr. McGill.

Eating is to be enjoyed.

All of life is to be savored.

You know, most people live a life
of despair, McGill.

I remember, for example, when
I was a boy in Ikwala.

The natives used to survive like relics
of prehistory, like animals.

Come along, bring your glass and
join me here.

So a few of us started a nation.

Communications, industry, education.

We tried to lift them from the Bronze Age
to the Modern Age in one generation.

And we were making progress,

until radicals and fools
illegally took over

with Anglo-American help, of course.

They drove us into exile and
what have they achieved?

- We call it democracy.
- Chaos.

The jungle's moving back in.

But with your help, we can get back
and save Ikwala.

I've never been to Ikwala.

Really?
Haven't you?

Lights, John.

You recognize this gentleman, of course?

Yes, Dr. Gwabe.

As Chancellor of University, you knew him
in a very different capacity.

- I never knew him at all.
- Oh, I think you did.

It was Gwabe who sought
Anglo-American help

to get his so-called popular
movement into power.

And you were the Agent with
whom he arranged the deal.

Here you are arriving in Ikwala.

That could have been anywhere.

And this?

That's a phony.

That's just two pictures
you pasted together.

English and American Intelligence
conspired to overthrow our goverment.

And you were the instrument of
that conspiracy.

$ 50,000, McGill, for your signature
on a document which tells the truth.

Where's my bed?

Where's my stuff?

Time of transition in Inkwala.

1957 is a time of transition for Ikwala,

the small Central African country which
has been under British mandate since 1919.

Ikwala may by tiny, but its immensely
rich mineral deposits...

McGill?
Wake up, wake up.

Take a look around you, McGill.

How long is it since they
took the bed away?

It's a few days now.

Well, they've given him some blankets.
What more does he want?

Come on, McGill.
Have a good sleep.

You deserve it.

Here are members of the staff,

awaiting the arrival of Ikwala's president,
Colonel Davies.

And a great moment for Dr. Joseph Gwabe,
the first chancellor of the University.

And thus a new era in the life of
this unique nation has been opened.

An era of reform and progress for
all the people,

...but important country.

Now we see the celebrations
to mark the opening

of the first multiracial
University at Maziquinn.

How is he?

In the prime of life.

Mind you, he's still got a long way to go.

Quite fascinating to see just
how long it takes.

It doesn't fascinate me.

Oh, my interest in this question was
aroused a long time ago.

We were dealing
with vicious terrorists,

plastic bombs on crowed buses,
you remember.

When we wanted information,
we had to get results quickly.

- Like this?
- Oh, no.

We used simple electrical gadgets,

every day household articles, bottle,
box of matches could do the trick.

We didn't have sophisticated equipment
then, but believe me, we got results.

I'm sure you did.

I was only obeying
your father's orders.

And now?

Still obeying them, just as you are.

We're not doing these things
for amusement,

but only to achieve something that
we both believe in.

I'm sure that will be a
great comfort to McGill.

Give him a reassuring smile
next time you bring him his tea.

Tell him it's all for a good cause.

- I brought you some breakfast.
- I don't need any breakfast.

I need some sleep.

- At least have a cup of coffee.
- I don't want it.

Just take it out of here.
Get that stuff out of here.

- Go on. Get out of here.
- Please, listen to me.

Things are only going to get worse
if you don't give them what they want.

What difference does it make
to you, anyway?

What do you mean,
what difference?

It will help Colonel Davies
get back to Ikwala

and that's all that matters now.

And it doesn't matter how many people
he hurts getting back?

- The people want Colonel Davies.
- No.

- It's England and the United States...
- That's baloney.

Don't you know that's all a lie?

I just don't want to see you
or anyone else suffer.

And what are you doing
here with these people?

I appreciate what Colonel Davies
has done for Ikwala.

He hasn't done anything for Ikwala.

He's only done it for Colonel Davies.
That's all he cares about.

That's not true.
My father has given his...

So he is your father.

OK.

I'm going to kill her if you
don't let me out of here.

Get out.

Get out of here.

And don't come back because
I might do it next time.

No.

- You wouldn't.
- Get out of here!

Get out of here!

Get out of here!

Get out of here!

But why didn't you stop him?

Well, it was a very hard
decision to make.

I didn't want to see Miss Davies
suffer any unpleasantness,

but I thought it was a situation
we could exploit.

How do you mean?

Well, I knew there was no possibility
that he would actually kill.

Even you told him as much, Miss Davies.

Afterwards.

Well, I've watched this man.
I've studied him.

He's not the type who
will kill in cold blood.

I saw this as a chance to show him
just how far we are prepared to go.

I hope you'll accept
my apology, Miss Davies.

- I think you did the right thing, Major.
- Thank you, sir.

- And now, if you'll excuse me.
- Carry on.

You let him get away with it.

I trust his judgment implicitly.

And I want you to do the same.

He wasn't exercising his judgment.
He was enjoying the situation.

I've watched him, I know.

Everything's getting out of hand.

The whole world is getting
out of hand.

The wrong people are in power.

John's personal feelings don't come
into it, nor do mine, nor do yours.

The only thing that matters
is we must achieve

what we've been working for.

- I know that.
- That's the only way to think of it.

We must prove to the world
that we're right,

no matter what it costs us.

You know Dr. Gwabe.

You know he's a sincere man.

That doesn't make him
even of less dangerous.

On the contrary.

What about McGill?

We mustn't consider McGill
as a person.

We must think only of the part
he has to play in our plans.

Is that the way you
want me to think of you?

By now I hope you do.

McGill?

McGill, there's something you
should know about Davies.

He's crazy, McGill.

He's quite insane, poor fellow.

It's very important for you
to know this.

You see, he'll never let you out of here.

You don't think you're
the only one, do you?

Don't listen to this
nonsense, McGill.

Colonel Davies is the same
as you or I.

What could he possibly gain
from keeping you here indefinitely?

Mark my words, he'll only keep you here
as long as he thinks you...

I don't want to know about Davies.

They'll keep you here forever, McGill.

-Take the easy way out, McGill, to live.
- May, June,

- That's the important thing.
- July, August.

Promises, McGill.
Just empty promises.

May, June, July.

Colonel Davies isn't so bad.

He's only fighting for
what he believes in.

What does he believe in, McGill?

January, February, March.

No one knows.
He's insane, I tell you.

- Insane.
- August...

Insane, insane, insane.

Think of the money, McGill,
the money, the money, the money.

What about the money?

I'm going to shoot you, McGill.

I'm going to shoot you, McGill.

I'm going to shoot you, McGill.

I'm going to shoot you, McGill.

I'm going to shoot you, McGill.

I'm going to shoot you, McGill.

I'm going to shoot you, McGill.

I'm going to shoot you, McGill.

I'm going to shoot you, McGill.

I'm going to shoot you, McGill.

I'm going to shoot you, McGill.

I'm going to shoot you, McGill.

Mr. McGill,

I have here a prepared confession
which you may sign and go free,

which states that you took
part in the Anglo-American plot

to overthrow the legal
Ikwala government in 1958.

- I'm not signing anything.
- Very well.

Since you refuse to sign
this confession,

we must decide
how to dispose of you.

Major, are you in favor
of releasing McGill?

No, sir.

Has the accused anything to say
on his own behalf?

I've never been in Ikwala.

Major, what is your recommendation?

We would do best to confine
Mr. McGill here indefinitely.

I'm afraid I can't agree with you.

He's dangerous, uncooperative
and unrepentant.

A very good death.

Death, death, death, death, death...

Cigarette?

Do I get a match?

One last cigarette?

I've come unofficially.

The Colonel doesn't know I'm here.

What are you going to do, John?
Leave the door open?

No, not quite.

Sign the confession, McGill,

whether it's true or false.
What's the difference?

You'll still be alive.

It's only a piece of paper, after all.

Yeah, until it's circulated to every
newspaper in the world.

Well, American Intelligence virtually
accused you of treason a long time ago.

Accused, I'm innocent.

Well, it's not enough to be innocent.

You have to seem to be innocent.

What does a guilty man do
in your position?

If he signs a confession, well,
that's the end of him, all hope is gone.

But the innocent man, well,
he can sign a false confession

because if he saves his life,

he'll never be without the hope
that he can clear himself.

So you're saying if I sign
the confession, I'm innocent.

- If I don't sign it, I'm guilty.
- No.

If you don't sign, you're dead.

Well, how long do I
have to think about it?

Just about as long as it takes
to walk down the corridor.

Think about it.

Think about it

Think about it.

If you don't sign, you're dead.

Think about it.

Think about it.

If you don't sign, you're dead.

Sign the confession.

If you don't sign, you're dead.

Think about it.

Sign the confession.

Sign the confession.

Sign the confession.
Shoot you.

Shoot you.
Sign the confession.

Shoot you. Shoot you.
Shoot you.

Shoot you. Shoot you.
Shoot you.

Time's up, McGill.

Put him in this chair.

I'm going to shoot you, McGill,

- unless you sign that confession.
- Sign the confession, McGill.

It's only a piece of paper.

I'm going to shoot you.
Shoot you, shoot you.

If you don't sign, you're dead.

I'm going to shoot you, McGill.

Whether it's true or false,
what's the difference?

You'll still be alive.

Whether it's true or false,
what's the difference?

You'll still be alive.

Sign the confession, McGill.

You don't need me for that.

You could have forged that.

Now, why don't you shoot, Davies?

What do you really want?

Take him away.

- That's interesting.
- What?

He's taken the paper knife.

Good.

Now it really remains to make
an end to this business.

Or rather a beginning.

Is everything arranged?

Yes, apart from removing the props,
furniture, partitions.

- Are you certain McGill is ready?
- I'm quite certain.

And you, sir?

Yes.

I'm ready.

Careful with that.

John, what's happening?

See for yourself.

I want to see McGill.

Where is he? The guard
wouldn't let me see him.

Bobs.

Why is everything being packed?

John, where is my father?

He's in the living room.

Dad, what's going on?

Our work here is nearly finished.

- Has McGill signed the confession?
- He'll do what we want.

Then you'll release him?

You must go now.

Your ticket to Geneva and
your luggage are in your car.

John will join you in a week or so.

Where's McGill?

Why can't I see him?

You can't see McGill because
those are my orders.

I want to understand your orders.

I want to do whatever you say.

But I must have reasons.

Ikwala is going to have
a civilized government again.

That's reason enough for everything.

Goodbye, Judy.

- When will I see you?
- I'll write to you.

Now, go to Geneva.
Forget McGill.

Please, Judy.

And remember me.

There are your documents.

Policies, stocks,

numbers of Swiss Bank accounts,
addresses of my friends.

- They're all in there.
- Yes, I see.

It's an enormous responsibility.

You can rely on me, sir.

Oh, when you get to Geneva,
would you give that to my daughter?

Are the men nearly finished?

Yes, everything's on schedule.

Well...

goodbye, John.

Goodbye.

You just keep your hands flat on the...

Well, shoot.

Why don't you shoot me, McGill?

That's what you want, isn't it?

That's what you want me to do.

You want me to kill you,
so you could be a martyr.

And it'll prove that there was
a conspiracy against you.

- Are you crazy?
- I'm not crazy,

just a man ready to die
for his country.

- as you were, McGill.
- Drop the gun, McGill.

It's not all that heroic, I'm afraid.

See, the Colonel's a very sick man.

Sick in body, sick in mind.

And sick enough to believe that death
at the hands of a former American Agent

could revive his cause.

And near enough to death to be
able to afford the gesture.

What are you going
to get out of it, John?

Oh, insurance, political funds.
We've insured him quite heavily.

You're really something.

Well, I don't believe in lost causes.

Somewhere in the world,
I'll find another Ikwala.

So, If you don't kill him, I must.

McGill?

You've got to shoot me, McGill.

McGill?

McGill?

McGill, shoot!

Shoot, McGill!

Give my death to me.

McGill, please, McGill.

McGill, please, McGill.

McGill, what happened?

You better go tend to your father.

Stay with him until
the police get here.

- Is he alright?
- Yeah.

I'll go get the police.

What about you?

I'll be okay.
I'll be back.

- For sure?
- Yeah.

Gotta get my suitcase.