Survivors of The Guns of Navarone mission return to deal with the spy who betrayed them. Under Hamilton's moribund direction, this becomes a Bond-in-uniform saga, with a can-they-spike-the-Kraut-guns-in-time plot. All the potentially exciting set pieces (traitor in our midst, whose side are the Gucci-clad partisans on?) are thrown away with a disregard for the basic mechanics of suspense, and the climax is literally cardboard thin. Edward Fox is consistently watchable, but on the whole a damned poor show from the chaps down at EMI HQ. CPea.