Silver bullion being shipped in to Britain from behind the Iron Curtain is hijacked by one of their own officials.
- Doyle Martin Shaw
Ah, don't be like that, mate. I brought you some nice hot coffee.
I thought you were ill.
Eh, you should've seen me —
Yeah, you're right, I should.
I tell you, Ray, you wouldn't believe it. I was so bad, I couldn't even get into bed.