Welcome to London.You're going to have to learn as quickly and thoroughly as possible, the English system of intelligence. The Black Arts. Particularly, counterintelligence. The uses of information, disinformation, and how their use is, ultimately, power.
They've agreed to open their operations to us. They can't win this war without us but they don't really want us here. Intelligence is their mother's milk and they don't like sharing the royal tit with people who don't have titles. Your London Tutor is waiting to meet you.
This way, sir.
I should have known better than to use Stickney. Job well done, Mr. Wilson. You blew a two year operation for me. I told general Sullivan to keep an eye on your. Just as well, really. I was beginning to long for the bone chilling cold of home.
It isn't personal.
Use your tradecraft well, particularly the use of black propaganda, and the ingredient known as "playback." Understanding how effectively your own disinformation is actually working on the enemy.
It's vital to penetrate the enemy's intelligence services. Push them into an unreal world, as it were.
The very qualities that make a good intelligence officer, a suspicious mind, a love of complexity and detail, are the very qualities of someone you'll be observing.
The mental facility to detect conspiracies and betrayal are the same qualities most likely to corrode natural judgement.
Everything that seems clear is bent. And everything that seems bent is clear. Trapped in reflections, you must learn to recognize when a lie masquerades as the truth, and then deal with it efficiently, dispassionately.
//We know you've been passing information to German High Command.//
Never give anyone time to think.
//Now I'm going to offer you one of two choices//
You set the tone of the discussion and quickly come to the point.
//Either you can be executed for treason, or you can continue to spy for the enemy here and provide them with the information we provide you with. Pass this on to your German friends. And if I find out it wasn't done, there won't be a second chance. You'll quite simply be hanged as a spy. Do we understand each other?//
How do we know he won't be working for two masters?
Precisely. We don't.
How do I know if I can even trust you?
You won't. I mean, I hope you're lucky enough to meet someone you trust. I regret to say, I haven't.