Secret Agent (1964–1967): Season 3, Episode 2 - Shinda Shima - full transcript
When Edward Sharp, a British electronics expert, resigns from the secret service, John Drake takes his place in an attempt to discover why. He is soon directed to an island known as Shinda Shima, which has been deserted by its inhabitants ever since several mysterious deaths. There he finds the enemy headquartered and delivers them Sharp's smuggled electronics. It soon becomes obvious that they plan to use Sharp's goods to break the United Nation's code. Drake returns from the island and, with help from its former residents, launches an attempt to take back Shinda Shima.
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Passport, sir.
Business or pleasure?
Business and pleasure.
Thank you, enjoy your stay.
-Thank you.
Next please.
Mr. Edward Sharp?
Mr. Sharp, British civil servant?
Resigned.
Will you please
go with the police officer,
Mr. Sharp?
Thank you.
Mr. Edward Sharp, from London,
please report to
passenger messages office.
Mr. Edward Sharp from London,
please report to
passenger messages office.
Mr. Sharp?
Better to find
out about a man like him
rather than worm it from him,
wouldn't you say, Commander?
Edward Sharp, British
security electronics expert.
Of Q Department, most secret
communications operation.
Suddenly resigns and flies to Tokyo.
On the first day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
$5,000 and a partridge in a pear tree
On the second day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Some printed circuitry
Ah-ha.
Dee-dee, de da dah
A couple of resistors
Dee, dee dee de-dee dee
And a capacitor.
Dee dee dee dee, dah-dah
Ah-ha.
Ah.
Mm-hm.
And the inductor
And a partridge in a pear tree
Dee dee dee-dee dee dee
Da-dum dum dum
Ah-ha.
A double diode valve.
He brings with him $5,000 cash advance,
and the vital components of
the latest tele-krypton decoder
that much we know.
What to know is, who was
he going to meet here?
Someone extremely
interested in jigsaw puzzles.
Over to you, you can do what we cannot do,
impersonate a European make the contact
and take it from there.
From where?
What kind of a clue is that?
A two-tailed dragon.
Good evening sir, welcome to The Dragon.
Your mascot wagged
both tails as I came in,
I like to know my guests.
Sharp, Edward Sharp.
Would do you like to
go to the bar or a table?
A table, I'll find my own, thank you.
The owner likes to show me off.
How's that again?
I'm the eccentric
who sits here all the time
fiddling with jigsaw puzzles.
Whisky.
-I'm one of the fittings.
Like Toulouse-Lautrec at the Moulin Rouge.
Only taller.
I'm Pauline.
Edward Sharp.
New to Tokyo?
Got in this morning.
What do you do for a living?
Transistors.
You're not trying to sell them, in Japan?
Now you know all about me, it's your turn.
The most urgent thing
about me at the moment,
I've been swindled.
Oh?
Look.
No more pieces.
Perhaps I can help.
Now you know all you
need to know about me,
and where you have to go.
On the mainland, the
village nearest the island.
You will be met at 11 a.m.
on the day of your arrival.
At the teahouse, oh don't
worry about its name,
it's the only one.
That area isn't exactly at
bristling with facilities
for gracious living.
Well, it looks if I have arrived
at the right place, tea please.
if on the other hand, you
would prefer English tea,
follow me.
-All right.
How's Tokyo these days?
Fine.
You will find it quieter here.
I hope that you are suitably
impressed, Mr. Sharp,
the beachcomber bit,
the self-imposed exile and all that.
No bottle.
No.
Can't be bothered, that's my trouble,
maybe my advantage in
this very bothered world.
Hm.
Sit down, Mr. Sharp, there, there.
Thank you.
Yes.
It's a long story,
but I won't bother you with it.
Yes, living here suits me, or did.
Hm, mm.
I take it I'm appointed
your tourist guide.
Yeah.
Oh, splendid, splendid, splendid.
Where do you especially want to go?
The offshore island.
Mine not to reason why, but uh,
just the same, why?
I'm a geologist.
I see.
But I don't know anybody around here
being willing to escort you
to that particular island,
and that includes me.
Mine not to reason why, why not?
Ooh.
Er, it never had a name before.
Um, now,
they call it Shinda Shima.
Do you speak Japanese?
-No.
Oh, which means roughly
the Murdered Island.
You want to buy a legend?
Look, Shinda Shima, it's
practically build on pearls.
Supported a few families of pearl fishers.
The guide books with their
noted felicitous turn of phrase,
used to refer to it as
a thriving community,
well, I thrived, or throve,
oh well, very nicely indeed.
Bought the pearls, took
em into town once a month,
sold 'em, send 'em on their journey
to Bond Street or Fifth Avenue.
Incidentally, you wouldn't
like to buy these?
Bankrupt stock, you know.
Last of a long line of
very, very small profits.
Oh well, I'll, uh, hm.
We return to the islanders. Simple folk,
nice, moral, hard-working
people, but superstitious.
Never, never, never felt
secure on the island
because of the legend which
said that the marine gods
are jealous of the riches in the sea.
That sooner or later the
heads of three families
would die mysteriously
within a week of each other.
And they did.
Three rudely, healthy
heads of families did die
within the stated period.
Everybody else returned to the mainland,
lock, stock, and oyster knife,
and now they call it Shinda Shima.
Murdered Island.
And you allowed these people
to give up their livelihood
because of a superstition?
You never went there yourself
to show them there was no danger?
No danger?
Three perfectly healthy men
more at home in the water than seals
drown not more than 20 yards out.
Oh, be an enthusiastic
geologist old boy by all means.
But don't get rocks in your head.
No danger, listen.
I wouldn't go to Shinda Shima
if the sea round it was solid pearl.
Mr. Sharp has just arrived.
Hyah!
Your passport.
Now.
Well, um, that's the
stuff you're going to get
so if I can have the rest of my payment.
I'll leave by the next
willow-patterned gondola.
You know very well
that we need not merely these components,
but your knowledge and skill.
Precisely.
Then why are you so damned suspicious?
Mr. Sharp, I like you.
I like money.
I was never able to
earn this sort of money
as a civil servant.
I want to spend as
short a time as possible
on this electronically-operated Elba,
so what's my job and when do I start?
Unicode.
I want you to break the operations code
of the United Nations.
Unicode.
Ah, there we are.
Installation completed.
You would be more comfortable
in one of our uniforms.
I'm never comfortable
in any uniform, thank you.
Miho.
-Controller.
You will teach the British
code-breaking procedure
to this operative.
Uh-huh.
The basic equipment is first-rate.
All you needed were the few
components I brought along,
and now they're installed.
Miho, isn't it?
Tuning the, um, the channels
that you'll be dealing with
are busy, busy.
They buzz more than a jar full of wasps,
so that tuning variations
are very, very delicate.
Make's a hair's breadth
look like ship's hawser.
Now I'd say that all about 40
commercial-type transmissions
coming through simultaneously,
very close together, aren't they?
But the transmitters that
you want are tucked away
somewhere between them, and to get them,
and to get the secret
communications channels,
you have, as it were, to learn
to read between the lines.
To isolate them, you hardly
have to touch the controls,
just breathe on them.
It's that tricky, believe me.
Micro-meter control for
clarity and boosted volume,
and you have to move fast
to hold and isolate it.
Greenwoods and W. Tate both reflected--
Stock market prices.
Useful, but hardly excitingly secret.
Do you think you can handle it?
Let me try.
The banks showed little change.
It was further selective buying.
Boost, boost, don't forget to boost.
But that is?
Yes, that's a scrambled telephone call.
Hardly the hotline, but
very warm, nevertheless.
Some inter-embassy chat, I'd say.
Something like that, hm?
With your help,
we will know the secrets
of every government.
Yes, I'll do my best,
but governments like to keep
their secrets, don't they?
Now hold it.
It is held.
British code!
To Potter Embassy, Drake
routine report overdue.
What is his current assignment?
Report his whereabouts
immediately, urgent, M9.
Some British code, it works, you see.
Most impressive.
But for us to succeed,
I need the key to Unicode.
Can you get it?
Not in five minutes,
it's the world's most
complicated and flexible code.
As quickly as you can.
You need anything?
Uninterrupted solitude.
Miho.
-Controller.
Hyah!
The verdict?
Guilty!
Your guilt is beyond argument.
The sentence, inevitable.
But before you die, you
will tell me who ordered you
to infiltrate our organization.
I ordered it myself.
This organization killed my sister.
I set out to kill this organization,
by killing him, the brain you needed.
Your sister was Ako Nakamura?
Yes.
Who worked for the British?
I did not work for anyone
or anything but revenge.
Your sister uncovered our Tokyo group
and caused its destruction.
You destroyed her.
That is all that concerns me.
I have nothing more to say.
Hm.
Revenge, an honorable code.
You subscribe to it so deeply,
you will appreciate
the choice we have made
of your executioner.
I'm an electronics
expert, not a karate king.
Precisely.
I suggest you use your
technical knowledge.
An electronic execution.
Test it.
Death has its own poetry, Mr. Sharp.
It's the ultimate rhythm.
Clockwise, but not yet.
I want as close a view as possible.
All right, now.
Open up.
They're bringing her out.
We'll have to jump for it.
Now!
Report to Controller.
Good, dead, good.
Well, well, well.
You and a little friend, how nice.
I managed to hire a boat,
not a very seaworthy one,
I'm afraid,
it capsized before we could
reach your superstitious island.
I do hope you both intend to visit
my very detached residence
to dry out and change your clothes.
That's very kind of you.
My dear fellow, the least I can do.
Fortunate I decided to put
my superstition to the test,
take a walk along the forbidden
shore and all that, hm,
with some Dutch courage to sustain me.
Come on, chaps.
Can't have you catching cold.
You do not believe that?
Not for a moment.
I'll tell him we're going back to Tokyo.
Tell them, exiled people of Shinda Shima.
It was no evil spirit
that drove you from your
livelihood and your island.
It was evil men.
Tell them those who are not prepared
to fight for their rights must leave now.
You said her brother was murdered.
Why was there not a mark on his body?
Ask her if she has heard
of the blow of oblivion?
Tell her that this ancient technique
has been resurrected by the
ancient murder brotherhoods
and that is how your relatives died.
We are not afraid.
We cannot afford to be afraid.
Soon, we will have no
strength left to fight with.
We starve.
We had a life on the island.
We flourished.
Now here in this miserable bay,
we pearl divers, for 2,000 years,
we try to scrape a bare living.
We must attack the island.
And take it back from these pigs.
Very well, friend, but we
are not trained soldiers.
Tell them I do not expect
to make them into commandos
in few hours.
But they can fight with
nets, knives, ropes,
and they can swim.
Look, I don't care what you're up to.
But I do care about being made a fool of.
And uh.
Mr. Sharp tried it on me.
Thank you.
He's no geologist.
Why the devil would a geologist
float out to this place?
This is, um, some sort
of gang warfare, right?
Some smuggling racket,
and Sharp's on to you,
or he's a rival or something like that.
But, as I told you, I don't
care what game you're playing.
It is not a game, Mr. Richards.
No, no, I'm sure.
And that only proves that my
first instinct is correct.
That you are interested in the fact
that Sharp and this girl are alive.
Yes, you most certainly are.
And even more interested in
what they're up to right now.
You'll pay for my information?
Go on, Mr. Richards.
They've gone to Tokyo.
My guess is to the authorities.
There'll a raid on this
place within a few days.
How much?
Ah well, I was thinking, er.
10,000?
Dollars.
If there is anything
else I can do for you.
Yes.
You can leave.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Hm.
Attention, attention, underwater guards.
Alert underwater guards.
Underwater guards to stations.
Ah!
Hyah!
Tell them to go outside now.
Tell your people that they can now return
into their homes.
Premium Platform
Passport, sir.
Business or pleasure?
Business and pleasure.
Thank you, enjoy your stay.
-Thank you.
Next please.
Mr. Edward Sharp?
Mr. Sharp, British civil servant?
Resigned.
Will you please
go with the police officer,
Mr. Sharp?
Thank you.
Mr. Edward Sharp, from London,
please report to
passenger messages office.
Mr. Edward Sharp from London,
please report to
passenger messages office.
Mr. Sharp?
Better to find
out about a man like him
rather than worm it from him,
wouldn't you say, Commander?
Edward Sharp, British
security electronics expert.
Of Q Department, most secret
communications operation.
Suddenly resigns and flies to Tokyo.
On the first day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
$5,000 and a partridge in a pear tree
On the second day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Some printed circuitry
Ah-ha.
Dee-dee, de da dah
A couple of resistors
Dee, dee dee de-dee dee
And a capacitor.
Dee dee dee dee, dah-dah
Ah-ha.
Ah.
Mm-hm.
And the inductor
And a partridge in a pear tree
Dee dee dee-dee dee dee
Da-dum dum dum
Ah-ha.
A double diode valve.
He brings with him $5,000 cash advance,
and the vital components of
the latest tele-krypton decoder
that much we know.
What to know is, who was
he going to meet here?
Someone extremely
interested in jigsaw puzzles.
Over to you, you can do what we cannot do,
impersonate a European make the contact
and take it from there.
From where?
What kind of a clue is that?
A two-tailed dragon.
Good evening sir, welcome to The Dragon.
Your mascot wagged
both tails as I came in,
I like to know my guests.
Sharp, Edward Sharp.
Would do you like to
go to the bar or a table?
A table, I'll find my own, thank you.
The owner likes to show me off.
How's that again?
I'm the eccentric
who sits here all the time
fiddling with jigsaw puzzles.
Whisky.
-I'm one of the fittings.
Like Toulouse-Lautrec at the Moulin Rouge.
Only taller.
I'm Pauline.
Edward Sharp.
New to Tokyo?
Got in this morning.
What do you do for a living?
Transistors.
You're not trying to sell them, in Japan?
Now you know all about me, it's your turn.
The most urgent thing
about me at the moment,
I've been swindled.
Oh?
Look.
No more pieces.
Perhaps I can help.
Now you know all you
need to know about me,
and where you have to go.
On the mainland, the
village nearest the island.
You will be met at 11 a.m.
on the day of your arrival.
At the teahouse, oh don't
worry about its name,
it's the only one.
That area isn't exactly at
bristling with facilities
for gracious living.
Well, it looks if I have arrived
at the right place, tea please.
if on the other hand, you
would prefer English tea,
follow me.
-All right.
How's Tokyo these days?
Fine.
You will find it quieter here.
I hope that you are suitably
impressed, Mr. Sharp,
the beachcomber bit,
the self-imposed exile and all that.
No bottle.
No.
Can't be bothered, that's my trouble,
maybe my advantage in
this very bothered world.
Hm.
Sit down, Mr. Sharp, there, there.
Thank you.
Yes.
It's a long story,
but I won't bother you with it.
Yes, living here suits me, or did.
Hm, mm.
I take it I'm appointed
your tourist guide.
Yeah.
Oh, splendid, splendid, splendid.
Where do you especially want to go?
The offshore island.
Mine not to reason why, but uh,
just the same, why?
I'm a geologist.
I see.
But I don't know anybody around here
being willing to escort you
to that particular island,
and that includes me.
Mine not to reason why, why not?
Ooh.
Er, it never had a name before.
Um, now,
they call it Shinda Shima.
Do you speak Japanese?
-No.
Oh, which means roughly
the Murdered Island.
You want to buy a legend?
Look, Shinda Shima, it's
practically build on pearls.
Supported a few families of pearl fishers.
The guide books with their
noted felicitous turn of phrase,
used to refer to it as
a thriving community,
well, I thrived, or throve,
oh well, very nicely indeed.
Bought the pearls, took
em into town once a month,
sold 'em, send 'em on their journey
to Bond Street or Fifth Avenue.
Incidentally, you wouldn't
like to buy these?
Bankrupt stock, you know.
Last of a long line of
very, very small profits.
Oh well, I'll, uh, hm.
We return to the islanders. Simple folk,
nice, moral, hard-working
people, but superstitious.
Never, never, never felt
secure on the island
because of the legend which
said that the marine gods
are jealous of the riches in the sea.
That sooner or later the
heads of three families
would die mysteriously
within a week of each other.
And they did.
Three rudely, healthy
heads of families did die
within the stated period.
Everybody else returned to the mainland,
lock, stock, and oyster knife,
and now they call it Shinda Shima.
Murdered Island.
And you allowed these people
to give up their livelihood
because of a superstition?
You never went there yourself
to show them there was no danger?
No danger?
Three perfectly healthy men
more at home in the water than seals
drown not more than 20 yards out.
Oh, be an enthusiastic
geologist old boy by all means.
But don't get rocks in your head.
No danger, listen.
I wouldn't go to Shinda Shima
if the sea round it was solid pearl.
Mr. Sharp has just arrived.
Hyah!
Your passport.
Now.
Well, um, that's the
stuff you're going to get
so if I can have the rest of my payment.
I'll leave by the next
willow-patterned gondola.
You know very well
that we need not merely these components,
but your knowledge and skill.
Precisely.
Then why are you so damned suspicious?
Mr. Sharp, I like you.
I like money.
I was never able to
earn this sort of money
as a civil servant.
I want to spend as
short a time as possible
on this electronically-operated Elba,
so what's my job and when do I start?
Unicode.
I want you to break the operations code
of the United Nations.
Unicode.
Ah, there we are.
Installation completed.
You would be more comfortable
in one of our uniforms.
I'm never comfortable
in any uniform, thank you.
Miho.
-Controller.
You will teach the British
code-breaking procedure
to this operative.
Uh-huh.
The basic equipment is first-rate.
All you needed were the few
components I brought along,
and now they're installed.
Miho, isn't it?
Tuning the, um, the channels
that you'll be dealing with
are busy, busy.
They buzz more than a jar full of wasps,
so that tuning variations
are very, very delicate.
Make's a hair's breadth
look like ship's hawser.
Now I'd say that all about 40
commercial-type transmissions
coming through simultaneously,
very close together, aren't they?
But the transmitters that
you want are tucked away
somewhere between them, and to get them,
and to get the secret
communications channels,
you have, as it were, to learn
to read between the lines.
To isolate them, you hardly
have to touch the controls,
just breathe on them.
It's that tricky, believe me.
Micro-meter control for
clarity and boosted volume,
and you have to move fast
to hold and isolate it.
Greenwoods and W. Tate both reflected--
Stock market prices.
Useful, but hardly excitingly secret.
Do you think you can handle it?
Let me try.
The banks showed little change.
It was further selective buying.
Boost, boost, don't forget to boost.
But that is?
Yes, that's a scrambled telephone call.
Hardly the hotline, but
very warm, nevertheless.
Some inter-embassy chat, I'd say.
Something like that, hm?
With your help,
we will know the secrets
of every government.
Yes, I'll do my best,
but governments like to keep
their secrets, don't they?
Now hold it.
It is held.
British code!
To Potter Embassy, Drake
routine report overdue.
What is his current assignment?
Report his whereabouts
immediately, urgent, M9.
Some British code, it works, you see.
Most impressive.
But for us to succeed,
I need the key to Unicode.
Can you get it?
Not in five minutes,
it's the world's most
complicated and flexible code.
As quickly as you can.
You need anything?
Uninterrupted solitude.
Miho.
-Controller.
Hyah!
The verdict?
Guilty!
Your guilt is beyond argument.
The sentence, inevitable.
But before you die, you
will tell me who ordered you
to infiltrate our organization.
I ordered it myself.
This organization killed my sister.
I set out to kill this organization,
by killing him, the brain you needed.
Your sister was Ako Nakamura?
Yes.
Who worked for the British?
I did not work for anyone
or anything but revenge.
Your sister uncovered our Tokyo group
and caused its destruction.
You destroyed her.
That is all that concerns me.
I have nothing more to say.
Hm.
Revenge, an honorable code.
You subscribe to it so deeply,
you will appreciate
the choice we have made
of your executioner.
I'm an electronics
expert, not a karate king.
Precisely.
I suggest you use your
technical knowledge.
An electronic execution.
Test it.
Death has its own poetry, Mr. Sharp.
It's the ultimate rhythm.
Clockwise, but not yet.
I want as close a view as possible.
All right, now.
Open up.
They're bringing her out.
We'll have to jump for it.
Now!
Report to Controller.
Good, dead, good.
Well, well, well.
You and a little friend, how nice.
I managed to hire a boat,
not a very seaworthy one,
I'm afraid,
it capsized before we could
reach your superstitious island.
I do hope you both intend to visit
my very detached residence
to dry out and change your clothes.
That's very kind of you.
My dear fellow, the least I can do.
Fortunate I decided to put
my superstition to the test,
take a walk along the forbidden
shore and all that, hm,
with some Dutch courage to sustain me.
Come on, chaps.
Can't have you catching cold.
You do not believe that?
Not for a moment.
I'll tell him we're going back to Tokyo.
Tell them, exiled people of Shinda Shima.
It was no evil spirit
that drove you from your
livelihood and your island.
It was evil men.
Tell them those who are not prepared
to fight for their rights must leave now.
You said her brother was murdered.
Why was there not a mark on his body?
Ask her if she has heard
of the blow of oblivion?
Tell her that this ancient technique
has been resurrected by the
ancient murder brotherhoods
and that is how your relatives died.
We are not afraid.
We cannot afford to be afraid.
Soon, we will have no
strength left to fight with.
We starve.
We had a life on the island.
We flourished.
Now here in this miserable bay,
we pearl divers, for 2,000 years,
we try to scrape a bare living.
We must attack the island.
And take it back from these pigs.
Very well, friend, but we
are not trained soldiers.
Tell them I do not expect
to make them into commandos
in few hours.
But they can fight with
nets, knives, ropes,
and they can swim.
Look, I don't care what you're up to.
But I do care about being made a fool of.
And uh.
Mr. Sharp tried it on me.
Thank you.
He's no geologist.
Why the devil would a geologist
float out to this place?
This is, um, some sort
of gang warfare, right?
Some smuggling racket,
and Sharp's on to you,
or he's a rival or something like that.
But, as I told you, I don't
care what game you're playing.
It is not a game, Mr. Richards.
No, no, I'm sure.
And that only proves that my
first instinct is correct.
That you are interested in the fact
that Sharp and this girl are alive.
Yes, you most certainly are.
And even more interested in
what they're up to right now.
You'll pay for my information?
Go on, Mr. Richards.
They've gone to Tokyo.
My guess is to the authorities.
There'll a raid on this
place within a few days.
How much?
Ah well, I was thinking, er.
10,000?
Dollars.
If there is anything
else I can do for you.
Yes.
You can leave.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Hm.
Attention, attention, underwater guards.
Alert underwater guards.
Underwater guards to stations.
Ah!
Hyah!
Tell them to go outside now.
Tell your people that they can now return
into their homes.