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- I'll be careful.

We've had him pegged,

but we've nursed him along.

He's after something big,

or it wouldn't be Kuncel.

- Information on our organization?

- It's bigger than that.

Second front.

That's what we think.

Where and when.

They'd love to have that.

Kuncel's a big shot.

The German High Command is

counting on what he brings in.

That's our hunch anyway.

Now, we've got to arrange for Kuncel

to get information...

the wrong information...

and take it to the German High Command.

The plan must have a logical way

for him to escape.

It's got to be cleverly staged.

We're dealing with a very smart man.

Mm-hmm.

When do we start?

As soon as we get to London.

- We're leaving tomorrow.

- Right.

Simpson will follow with the group.

We'll be ready.

[Narrator] Upon the arrival

of orders for overseas duty...

the Secret Intelligence

candidate becomes at last

a Secret Intelligence agent.

No more textbooks.

Less than 24 hours away

are the grim theaters of war.

[Engines Rewing]

London:

War-racked, battle-worn...

a grim reminder of the power of

destruction of a ruthless enemy.

Here were concentrated

the multiple activities

of Allied intelligence operations.

But top-secret groups like O77...

were billeted in remote,

country estates where they

were held in complete isolation...

while awaiting specific assignments.

[Engine Stops]

[Buzzer Rings]

- Your identification, sir?

- Sharkey, O77.

Yes, sir.

- O'Connell?

- He's in his quarters.

- I'll be glad to get him for you.

- No, I'd rather see him there.

- [Knocking]

- Come in.

- Bill...

- Hello, Mr. Sharkey.

You stay where you are.

I'll sit here.

Bill, uh, how well

do you know Holland?

- I've lived there many years.

- But how well do you know it?

I don't mean just Amsterdam.

The coast and inland.

- I know it very well.

- Good.

- Bill, things have changed.

- How do you mean?

You read the papers.

Full of talk about a second front.

- Everybody knows there's gonna be one.

- You think Holland?

Well, what I think doesn't count.

That's somebody else's job.

- We just obey orders.

- Yeah, sure.

Bill, I've been given a job, and

I need help... help of the right kind...

from people I know whose backgrounds

match the assignments...

and able to come through

in the clinches.

- Want a job?

- I didn't go through

all that training...

- to become an English country gentleman.

- Good.

Pack your gear. You're going to London

to work there in tight security.

- That security begins now. Clear?

- Clear.

No good-byes, nothing.

Not a word to anybody

about anything I've said to you.

You've got a job. That's all.

- I understand.

- I think you'll like it.

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