Secret Agent (1964–1967): Season 3, Episode 1 - Koroshi - full transcript
A Japanese woman is killed while making a report to her British contact. Under the guise of a reporter, secret agent John Drake visits Tokyo to investigate. He suspects that an ancient death cult is making a resurgence and begins asking around about a pendant found at the murder scene. His search brings him to a theater, where he meets an Englishman, Sanders, watching a group of actors rehearsing the Koroshi - the death scene. Drake believes he has found the lead he is looking for, but Sanders also begins to suspect Drake and attempts to do away with him.
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K3B calling M9.
Priority one.
The United Nations
mediator due in New York
will be assassinated within
hours of his arrival.
This is the first
of a series of killings planned
by an organization
centered in Tokyo.
Mr. Edwards, Mr. Edwards?
Mr. Edwards, Mr. Edwards!
British Embassy car and me
at your service, Mr. Edwards.
Ah, yes.
Who exactly at the Embassy
arranged this meeting?
Mr. Potter, MBE, the Cultural Attache.
This way, sir.
-Mr. Potter.
Hello, Potter.
I thought it best we meet
somewhere like here, Drake.
Ah, yes, for secrecy's sake.
Yes, of course.
Sending an Embassy car and driver,
that's model security
practice too, isn't it?
Oh, yes, thank you.
We go out of our way to
help you chaps, Drake.
Edwards, I'm supposed to be
a radio reporter when I'm here.
Ako Nakamura, our principle
representative in Tokyo was,
to say the least of it,
interrupted during a broadcast.
What do you know about that?
She died of a heart attack.
Did she?
Potter, the girl's last message
was graded priority one.
Do you know what that
classification means?
What else do you know?
Nothing, old boy.
She was your department, not ours.
Say, what did she report before she died?
That's my department.
Oh. Understood.
Anything else I can do to help you?
Yes, make out a report
to London, a long one.
Alright, Drake. Edwards.
But perhaps this will
convince you I can be
of some assistance
to a lone wolf from London.
Obtained, I might tell you,
not without some difficulty.
Good day to you.
Good day.
Listen, sir.
I am Tanaka, but you, I think,
are not Mr. Basil Edwards,
reporter for the British Radio News.
An Embassy car would not
be sent to meet such a man,
and such a man would
not meet our Mr. Potter
in a gramophone store.
Indeed.
Anytime you need me,
I am at your secret service.
A contact is invaluable to a reporter.
You are from friend in England?
He who may not be named.
When you see, tell him please,
affection more strong with passing years.
He told me before I left London.
Ah, London.
Lights on River of Thames, beautiful.
I know, I've seen.
Sir, may I ask is it
possible for you to ask --
I know, I've seen all of London,
long years before.
Sir, this matter is very urgent.
May I ask --
London, one time, biggest city in world.
Now, Tokyo.
I know. I have seen.
Oh.
Our friend in London, he says to me,
if I wish to know anything
in Tokyo, I come to you.
During tea?
Old English custom.
Very old Japanese custom also.
Now, what do you wish to know?
Sir, may I ask
have you any knowledge of this?
Found close to the body of a young lady
of courage and intelligence.
Emblem of ancient murder brotherhood.
They believe in poetry of death.
They were artists in assassination.
By ancient, do you mean disbanded?
Outlawed and destroyed
when England very young.
Revived, very recently.
Ako Nakamura was on to them.
Do not know what last fatal message was,
but can tell how it was sent.
Granddaughter create flowers which speak.
Hi, excuse me, I'm
looking for Ako Nakamura.
It sounds like a department store.
Oh, no, no,
it's a girl, as a matter of fact.
I was given this address.
Well, it's obviously
the wrong address, sir.
Mister?
-Edwards, Basil Edwards.
Radio reporter here to cover
the Festival of Fragrance.
Nothing to declare apart
from a tape recorder,
made in Japan.
Well, Mr. Edwards,
I don't know who occupied
this apartment before me,
much less where she's gone.
Oh, dear, what a pity.
Oh, but wait a minute.
I might be able to help you.
Won't you come in?
Well, that's very kind of you.
Oh, by the way, I'm Rosemary Riley.
How do you do?
That's Chobo music.
I'm doing post-graduate
research into Kabuki theater.
Oh, it's fascinating, isn't it?
And it's quite different to ours.
Yes, I must apologize for
interrupting your studies.
Oh, that's alright.
Kabuki's been around for 400 years.
I suppose you only have
a few days to trace
Ako Nakamura.
It's just a social visit.
A mutual friend asked me to say hello.
Yes, well even that's difficult
if you can't speak the language.
That's where I can help.
Maybe our porter knows where
your Madame Butterfly's flown.
This could take some time.
Our porter's brain cells were not
included in the modernization of Japan.
Sorry, Mr. Edwards, but he's not even sure
where he is.
Oh, dear, what a pity.
Thanks for all your trouble.
I'll be leaving you in peace now.
Yes, thank you very much indeed.
Good-bye.
Well done, Rosemary.
You handled that like
a veteran secret agent.
You know, I thought it was going
to be thrilling meeting
a real, live traitor,
but, well, I don't know.
And I'm afraid I'm
going to ask you to do more.
Though, what I've done for you
in return seems so little.
Well, you've opened up a whole new world
for me, well I think it's so wonderful
that a man like you finds time.
Oh, not to mention, being
head of military intelligence
here in Japan.
Yes, well, you flatter me inordinately.
Do you speak English?
I have come for two dozen
red tulips, Japanese style.
Thank you.
Opposition established
identity of woman agent K3B.
Am penetrating their organization.
Do not attempt to contact me
through Potter or otherwise.
Drake.
Thank you, the tulips were perfect.
Good night.
Well, did you net Madame Butterfly?
Ms. Riley, is it not?
Mr. Edwards it is for sure.
Yes, I have a terrible head for names.
Ah, well you remembered
a difficult Japanese one,
so I'm not flattered.
Well, did you find Ms. Nakamura?
Well, I'm not very tenacious
about that sort of thing,
and, in any case, I'm
here to do a radio program
to cover the Festival of Fragrance.
What, in the library?
But I am, I'm looking for an angle,
as they say in journalism.
I came across this marvelous
book here, Japanese Insignia.
Wonderful design.
It's so fascinating that
I'm hoping what I seek
is on the very last page.
But you could look at the last page now.
Very practical suggestion.
I don't think as quickly as
that, which is why I probably
never made the transition
from radio to television.
Well, what is the particular
one you're looking for?
Oh, it's this one here.
Can you identify it?
Well, it's very old.
Kamakura period, possibly.
Oh, you sound quite an expert.
Oh, I'm not, but I know someone who is.
Mr. Sanders, he's an Englishman.
But he knows so much about Japan.
He's been here for years.
Well, I met him at a Kabuki performance.
He's been so helpful with my studies.
This man knows absolutely
everything about Japanese art,
history, music, oh and
especially the theater.
Nigel?
-Hm?
Oh, Rosemary, my dear, what
an enchanting surprise.
I want you to meet Basil
Edwards from England.
He's a radio reporter.
Is he?
Oh, how nice. Delighted.
Nige! Sanders.
Yes, how do you do?
Ms. Riley tells me you know all
there is to know about Japan.
Well, I think Ms. Riley tends
to be a little over-generous,
but possibly I can be of service to you.
Look, won't you sit down?
-Thank you.
This is all Greek to me.
Glad I didn't say that on the air.
It's the sort of colloquial absurdism
that gives a broadcaster nightmares.
Yes, I can well imagine, Mr. Edwards.
Tell me, are you then making
a radio program about Kabuki?
Oh, no, no.
Just a little general information.
A sort of crash course is all I require.
Oh, yes, yes I see.
Mind you, I don't approve of
the contemporary vulgarism
of dispensing capsules
of instant knowledge,
but please ask me any questions you wish.
I hear there are no actresses in Kabuki.
You have heard quite correctly.
The Queen there is being played by a man.
How long do they rehearse?
So far, for four centuries.
I understand their plays
are obsessed with violence.
Oh no, not at all, Mr. Edwards.
Rather, they are obsessed with art
and find it in every
aspect of life and death,
as you will now see.
What are we going to see?
Koroshi, a murder scene.
You are about to see the poetry of death.
Well, how did that strike you?
Well, not so very strange.
The scene was rather
familiar, as a matter of fact.
Oh, well not surprising.
It's the Kabuki version of Hamlet
Oh, yes, of course, yes.
If you are interested, Mr. Edwards,
I shall be delighted to
escort you back stage.
Oh, that's marvelous.
I get more interested by the minute.
Yes, well, come along then, this way.
Thank you.
I'd like you to have
a look at the wardrobe.
Kabuki costume is quite unique.
Each design has a special significance
in relation to the character portrayed.
These costumes are very old and valuable
and are made of the finest silk.
It's probably one of the
best collections in Japan.
Now this costume here is called Sumo.
It is called sumo because of the
wide bat-like sleeves
which carry the insignia
Mr. Sanders. A phone call.
Would you excuse me?
-Yes, of course.
Patience, supreme virtue.
Sir, time is short.
But tea excellent for digestion.
So now, you have flower which guides.
May it lead you well and safely.
Give to number one granddaughter.
She will take.
He wasn't meant to
live through it, was he?
Rosemary, my dear,
I'm extremely sorry that
you've become involved
in this very sordid business.
Yes, but to trap a human being,
to kill him --
Please, Rosemary.
I sympathize with your feelings
but you must realize that
Edwards is a double agent
of the most dangerous kind.
My dear, this has a built in radio bug
so that you could lead him straight to us.
Take a look around.
Isn't that proof enough for you?
Come on, I'll drive you home.
Rendezvous in an hour.
Well?
Okay.
To the memory of the
charming Miss Rosemary.
I'll get you a drink.
Rosemary, I want you to stay
here until you hear from me
and please on no account,
answer the door to anyone, all right?
Oh, what on earth?
Koroshi, a murder scene, starring you.
Why?
Always eliminate an innocent dupe.
Mr. Sanders is a murderer.
The girl who lived here
before you was killed
in exactly the same way.
Mr. Sanders enjoys the poetry of death
both on and off stage.
But don't worry, I too
can say it with flowers.
Is he following?
Like a fish on the hook.
Any second now.
Let the brotherhood renew its resolve.
We dedicate ourselves to the
restoration of leadership
to those born to lead.
Leadership.
To the past and its spirit of chivalry.
Chivalry.
To death as the instrument of our policy.
That government by the people
shall perish from the earth.
Fortune.
The honor is yours.
To be the executioner of the first one
is the greatest honor.
I have condemned the
United Nation's mediator.
The place, New York.
The method, the Blow of Oblivion.
She was on her way to the embassy.
Never mind that.
Who warned you?
Your so-called traitor.
He is dead, and now, you die.
In my case, Mr. Sanders,
the poetry of death
did not rhyme.
Tell your boys to be careful.
So far, they've only murdered girls
with gas petals.
I've no doubt you will kill me,
whatever happens, Mr. Sanders,
but I wonder if just one
of your chivalrous brothers
in murder could manage it by himself?
You deal with him and don't be long.
Take one of their cars and get out.
A sandwich?
A magazine?
A Japanese phrase book?
Is there nothing I can do for you?
No, thank you, because
nobody can bring a certain
young lady of courage and
intelligence back to life.
Thank you.
Goodbye, Mr. Tanaka.
Goodbye, Mr. Edwards.
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K3B calling M9.
Priority one.
The United Nations
mediator due in New York
will be assassinated within
hours of his arrival.
This is the first
of a series of killings planned
by an organization
centered in Tokyo.
Mr. Edwards, Mr. Edwards?
Mr. Edwards, Mr. Edwards!
British Embassy car and me
at your service, Mr. Edwards.
Ah, yes.
Who exactly at the Embassy
arranged this meeting?
Mr. Potter, MBE, the Cultural Attache.
This way, sir.
-Mr. Potter.
Hello, Potter.
I thought it best we meet
somewhere like here, Drake.
Ah, yes, for secrecy's sake.
Yes, of course.
Sending an Embassy car and driver,
that's model security
practice too, isn't it?
Oh, yes, thank you.
We go out of our way to
help you chaps, Drake.
Edwards, I'm supposed to be
a radio reporter when I'm here.
Ako Nakamura, our principle
representative in Tokyo was,
to say the least of it,
interrupted during a broadcast.
What do you know about that?
She died of a heart attack.
Did she?
Potter, the girl's last message
was graded priority one.
Do you know what that
classification means?
What else do you know?
Nothing, old boy.
She was your department, not ours.
Say, what did she report before she died?
That's my department.
Oh. Understood.
Anything else I can do to help you?
Yes, make out a report
to London, a long one.
Alright, Drake. Edwards.
But perhaps this will
convince you I can be
of some assistance
to a lone wolf from London.
Obtained, I might tell you,
not without some difficulty.
Good day to you.
Good day.
Listen, sir.
I am Tanaka, but you, I think,
are not Mr. Basil Edwards,
reporter for the British Radio News.
An Embassy car would not
be sent to meet such a man,
and such a man would
not meet our Mr. Potter
in a gramophone store.
Indeed.
Anytime you need me,
I am at your secret service.
A contact is invaluable to a reporter.
You are from friend in England?
He who may not be named.
When you see, tell him please,
affection more strong with passing years.
He told me before I left London.
Ah, London.
Lights on River of Thames, beautiful.
I know, I've seen.
Sir, may I ask is it
possible for you to ask --
I know, I've seen all of London,
long years before.
Sir, this matter is very urgent.
May I ask --
London, one time, biggest city in world.
Now, Tokyo.
I know. I have seen.
Oh.
Our friend in London, he says to me,
if I wish to know anything
in Tokyo, I come to you.
During tea?
Old English custom.
Very old Japanese custom also.
Now, what do you wish to know?
Sir, may I ask
have you any knowledge of this?
Found close to the body of a young lady
of courage and intelligence.
Emblem of ancient murder brotherhood.
They believe in poetry of death.
They were artists in assassination.
By ancient, do you mean disbanded?
Outlawed and destroyed
when England very young.
Revived, very recently.
Ako Nakamura was on to them.
Do not know what last fatal message was,
but can tell how it was sent.
Granddaughter create flowers which speak.
Hi, excuse me, I'm
looking for Ako Nakamura.
It sounds like a department store.
Oh, no, no,
it's a girl, as a matter of fact.
I was given this address.
Well, it's obviously
the wrong address, sir.
Mister?
-Edwards, Basil Edwards.
Radio reporter here to cover
the Festival of Fragrance.
Nothing to declare apart
from a tape recorder,
made in Japan.
Well, Mr. Edwards,
I don't know who occupied
this apartment before me,
much less where she's gone.
Oh, dear, what a pity.
Oh, but wait a minute.
I might be able to help you.
Won't you come in?
Well, that's very kind of you.
Oh, by the way, I'm Rosemary Riley.
How do you do?
That's Chobo music.
I'm doing post-graduate
research into Kabuki theater.
Oh, it's fascinating, isn't it?
And it's quite different to ours.
Yes, I must apologize for
interrupting your studies.
Oh, that's alright.
Kabuki's been around for 400 years.
I suppose you only have
a few days to trace
Ako Nakamura.
It's just a social visit.
A mutual friend asked me to say hello.
Yes, well even that's difficult
if you can't speak the language.
That's where I can help.
Maybe our porter knows where
your Madame Butterfly's flown.
This could take some time.
Our porter's brain cells were not
included in the modernization of Japan.
Sorry, Mr. Edwards, but he's not even sure
where he is.
Oh, dear, what a pity.
Thanks for all your trouble.
I'll be leaving you in peace now.
Yes, thank you very much indeed.
Good-bye.
Well done, Rosemary.
You handled that like
a veteran secret agent.
You know, I thought it was going
to be thrilling meeting
a real, live traitor,
but, well, I don't know.
And I'm afraid I'm
going to ask you to do more.
Though, what I've done for you
in return seems so little.
Well, you've opened up a whole new world
for me, well I think it's so wonderful
that a man like you finds time.
Oh, not to mention, being
head of military intelligence
here in Japan.
Yes, well, you flatter me inordinately.
Do you speak English?
I have come for two dozen
red tulips, Japanese style.
Thank you.
Opposition established
identity of woman agent K3B.
Am penetrating their organization.
Do not attempt to contact me
through Potter or otherwise.
Drake.
Thank you, the tulips were perfect.
Good night.
Well, did you net Madame Butterfly?
Ms. Riley, is it not?
Mr. Edwards it is for sure.
Yes, I have a terrible head for names.
Ah, well you remembered
a difficult Japanese one,
so I'm not flattered.
Well, did you find Ms. Nakamura?
Well, I'm not very tenacious
about that sort of thing,
and, in any case, I'm
here to do a radio program
to cover the Festival of Fragrance.
What, in the library?
But I am, I'm looking for an angle,
as they say in journalism.
I came across this marvelous
book here, Japanese Insignia.
Wonderful design.
It's so fascinating that
I'm hoping what I seek
is on the very last page.
But you could look at the last page now.
Very practical suggestion.
I don't think as quickly as
that, which is why I probably
never made the transition
from radio to television.
Well, what is the particular
one you're looking for?
Oh, it's this one here.
Can you identify it?
Well, it's very old.
Kamakura period, possibly.
Oh, you sound quite an expert.
Oh, I'm not, but I know someone who is.
Mr. Sanders, he's an Englishman.
But he knows so much about Japan.
He's been here for years.
Well, I met him at a Kabuki performance.
He's been so helpful with my studies.
This man knows absolutely
everything about Japanese art,
history, music, oh and
especially the theater.
Nigel?
-Hm?
Oh, Rosemary, my dear, what
an enchanting surprise.
I want you to meet Basil
Edwards from England.
He's a radio reporter.
Is he?
Oh, how nice. Delighted.
Nige! Sanders.
Yes, how do you do?
Ms. Riley tells me you know all
there is to know about Japan.
Well, I think Ms. Riley tends
to be a little over-generous,
but possibly I can be of service to you.
Look, won't you sit down?
-Thank you.
This is all Greek to me.
Glad I didn't say that on the air.
It's the sort of colloquial absurdism
that gives a broadcaster nightmares.
Yes, I can well imagine, Mr. Edwards.
Tell me, are you then making
a radio program about Kabuki?
Oh, no, no.
Just a little general information.
A sort of crash course is all I require.
Oh, yes, yes I see.
Mind you, I don't approve of
the contemporary vulgarism
of dispensing capsules
of instant knowledge,
but please ask me any questions you wish.
I hear there are no actresses in Kabuki.
You have heard quite correctly.
The Queen there is being played by a man.
How long do they rehearse?
So far, for four centuries.
I understand their plays
are obsessed with violence.
Oh no, not at all, Mr. Edwards.
Rather, they are obsessed with art
and find it in every
aspect of life and death,
as you will now see.
What are we going to see?
Koroshi, a murder scene.
You are about to see the poetry of death.
Well, how did that strike you?
Well, not so very strange.
The scene was rather
familiar, as a matter of fact.
Oh, well not surprising.
It's the Kabuki version of Hamlet
Oh, yes, of course, yes.
If you are interested, Mr. Edwards,
I shall be delighted to
escort you back stage.
Oh, that's marvelous.
I get more interested by the minute.
Yes, well, come along then, this way.
Thank you.
I'd like you to have
a look at the wardrobe.
Kabuki costume is quite unique.
Each design has a special significance
in relation to the character portrayed.
These costumes are very old and valuable
and are made of the finest silk.
It's probably one of the
best collections in Japan.
Now this costume here is called Sumo.
It is called sumo because of the
wide bat-like sleeves
which carry the insignia
Mr. Sanders. A phone call.
Would you excuse me?
-Yes, of course.
Patience, supreme virtue.
Sir, time is short.
But tea excellent for digestion.
So now, you have flower which guides.
May it lead you well and safely.
Give to number one granddaughter.
She will take.
He wasn't meant to
live through it, was he?
Rosemary, my dear,
I'm extremely sorry that
you've become involved
in this very sordid business.
Yes, but to trap a human being,
to kill him --
Please, Rosemary.
I sympathize with your feelings
but you must realize that
Edwards is a double agent
of the most dangerous kind.
My dear, this has a built in radio bug
so that you could lead him straight to us.
Take a look around.
Isn't that proof enough for you?
Come on, I'll drive you home.
Rendezvous in an hour.
Well?
Okay.
To the memory of the
charming Miss Rosemary.
I'll get you a drink.
Rosemary, I want you to stay
here until you hear from me
and please on no account,
answer the door to anyone, all right?
Oh, what on earth?
Koroshi, a murder scene, starring you.
Why?
Always eliminate an innocent dupe.
Mr. Sanders is a murderer.
The girl who lived here
before you was killed
in exactly the same way.
Mr. Sanders enjoys the poetry of death
both on and off stage.
But don't worry, I too
can say it with flowers.
Is he following?
Like a fish on the hook.
Any second now.
Let the brotherhood renew its resolve.
We dedicate ourselves to the
restoration of leadership
to those born to lead.
Leadership.
To the past and its spirit of chivalry.
Chivalry.
To death as the instrument of our policy.
That government by the people
shall perish from the earth.
Fortune.
The honor is yours.
To be the executioner of the first one
is the greatest honor.
I have condemned the
United Nation's mediator.
The place, New York.
The method, the Blow of Oblivion.
She was on her way to the embassy.
Never mind that.
Who warned you?
Your so-called traitor.
He is dead, and now, you die.
In my case, Mr. Sanders,
the poetry of death
did not rhyme.
Tell your boys to be careful.
So far, they've only murdered girls
with gas petals.
I've no doubt you will kill me,
whatever happens, Mr. Sanders,
but I wonder if just one
of your chivalrous brothers
in murder could manage it by himself?
You deal with him and don't be long.
Take one of their cars and get out.
A sandwich?
A magazine?
A Japanese phrase book?
Is there nothing I can do for you?
No, thank you, because
nobody can bring a certain
young lady of courage and
intelligence back to life.
Thank you.
Goodbye, Mr. Tanaka.
Goodbye, Mr. Edwards.
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