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- Is that supposed to scare me? - Don't be a wise-ass.
Just take it easy. Commander Farrell is trying to lay it out for us.
Why don't you just knock it off?
How did you actually meet the secretary of defense?
I was introduced to him by Pritchard. I met him when I was in college.
- Pritchard? - Yeah, Scott Pritchard. Jesus.
General counsel for the secretary of defense. Got it? You know this already.
When's he gonna come out from behind here?
Good evening, sir.
Lucky it's not a bullshit detector, else none of us would get in.
- How are you, Scott? - Tom. How are you?
- Fine. - You look great.
Thank you for the invitation. I'm not used to hanging out in places like this.
But I suspect you'd like to. I take it you'd like to join our staff.
That was the purpose of the note, wasn't it?
It wasn't a note. It was a Christmas card, and the message was Merry Christmas.
David, Scott is here.
Come on. I want to introduce you to someone.
- Scott, how nice to see you. - Nice to see you.
- Scott. - Hello.
Secretary Brice, Commander Farrell - the officer I mentioned.
He's had eXperience on the joint staff and naval intelligence.
Everyone I know is looking forward to serving under you for another term.
You must have a limited acquaintanceship.
- Tom and I were at college together. - Good.
He has great warmth!
- He's a genius. - Oh?
The normal rules don't apply.
You know, some people think you're really the brains.
Is that supposed to flatter me? He's the most eXtraordinary person I've ever met.
If it came to it, I'd lay down my life for him.
Is that a job requirement?
Ladies and gentlemen, it was fantastic having the President here.
I'm sure you'll agree we can look forward to a fine four years.
So let's keep our inaugural hair down with some more music.
Let's do it right now.
EXcuse me, do you have a light?
If you wanna look down my dress, you should grow a few inches.
- Wanna dance? - The twist?
No, thank you.
- Well, we don't have to twist. - "No" meant "no".
- "No" wasn't a figure of speech? - No.
- You're pretty impressed with me. - No.
Yes, you are.
Stoli, straight up.
So I was impressed.
- Want a drink? - Same.
Make it two.
Are you one of them?
- One of who? - These hypocrites, all fat and shiny,
gearing up for another four years of ramming it to the rest of us. One of them.
I'll bet you are.
- You're pretty cynical. - Adequate to the occasion.
We have a potential nausea situation building here.
Let's get outta here.
My date's not gonna like that much.
But what the hell?
His wife'll be delighted.
Is this something we should talk about?
- Where would you like to go? - Show us the monuments.
- What's your name? - Bill.
How you doin', Bill? You wanna shut the slide?
- Sure. - Sorry, Bill.
My name's Tom.
- Is this your apartment? - No. I have a key to my apartment.
- It better be good. - We need your bed.
Nina, Tom. Tom, Nina. There's a limousine downstairs, OK?
There's booze, the refrigerator's full of food...
Susan, why don't you go to your own place?
Because it's... just one of those things. Be a friend.
If anybody calls, then just tell them that I died or that I'm asleep or... He won't call.
- I'll think of something. - Here are the keys.
- I gotta change into some clothes. - Everything you need is in the car.
- You didn't do it?! - You'd better beat it before I get arrested.
- Bye, Nina. - Nice meeting you, Tom.
Nice to meet you, Nina.
- Get outta here. - OK, asshole.
Hey, come on, folks. Break it up. I gotta make a living.
Move it along. "The white zone is for loading and unloading only. No parking."
Take care of yourself.
Send postcards from eXotic ports of call.
That's what you call 'em, isn't it? EXotic ports of call?
A port's a port.
Morning, Tommy. A little bit early to be relieving me.
Well, I felt our motion change.
- Have you set a forward lookout in this? - Yeah. Standing orders.
You should inform the captain we're shipping water.
Right! You wanna be the one to wake him up?
We got a Russian sub out there. We're supposed to catch up and stay with it.
- A chance to try out the depth charges. - That'll be the day.
Uh-huh. The last one.
Forward watch is down, sir. He's gonna be swept over, sir!
- Put the spot on him. - Where is he?
There he is. There. Hold on!
Has he got a safety line on?
Tommy! Sound "Away rescue party" now!
Send the special rescue detail. Forward lookout down.
- Tommy, wait for the rescue party! - Send the special rescue detail.
Forward lookout down.
Tommy, you don't have a safety line on.
- Keep the light on him. - I'm trying, sir.
- Keep the light on him. - It's too windy, sir.
Hold on! Don't let him out of your sight. Jesus.
He's got him. He's got him!
- You've seen the leak on the budget cuts. - I've read the papers. You're late.
- I was caught in traffic. - You should allow for that. I do.
I've red-lined the relevant sections. My synopsis is at the end.
Order breakfast - most important meal of the day. You should take care of yourself.
Five years, two billion dollars, and Gulf Maritime can't even float the prototype.
The Phantom sub is a sinkhole. I'm not puttin' another dime into it.
You're right, of course, but what about the armed services committee? Duvall?
One thing I'm looking forward to is putting that fraud Duvall in his place.
- He's right back there. - I know.
- Mr Secretary Brice. Good morning, sir. - Senator, how are you?
- Mr Marshall. - We've been having a little discussion
about that piece on the budget. Did you read it, sir?
- I haven't read the papers. Scott told me. - Ah, Mr Pritchard.
Where in heaven's name do they get their information?
And that idea about cutting back on the Phantom sub.
It's groundless. We were just going over our options.
Mr Marshall tells me those Soviets are doing things with submarines
that'll turn your hair white.
I have no intention of making a decision on this
without consulting you first. Good day.
Good day, Senator.
You believe that?
The car, please.
That business with Marshall... If we fight him, he'll have the CIA on his side.
Of course. He pushed Marshall for the directorship.
- Sorry. I was short with you. I apologise. - That's not necessary.
Several months ago you introduced me to a friend of yours, an officer...
- He has a background in intelligence? - Two tours with naval intelligence.
We could use a hero. Get him here, will you?
- His ship's in Manila. - Just do it, please.
No, no, no.
Come here. You want a real hero. See?
Come on. You know you want to do it.
- Gates, you're an officer. - You're making it hard on me.
- You're making it hard on me. - You know what I'm talking about, man.
- You deserve the damn medal. - I carry?
If you jump me for promotion, I'll kill you, your family, your pig...
- I carry. - You carry me?
- No, the bag. - I speak Filipino. Beat it, kid.
- He's gotta make a living. Don't run. - He's gonna run.
If you run, I knock dog doo-doo out of you.
John, forget it.
No, let him go, let him go. So what?
He's got a toothbrush and a pair of skivvies. So what?
OK. So what do we do now?
I don't know. I thought I'd go buy some ashtrays
and take in some of the local folk dancing.
- Folk dancing. - Yeah.
You know, when you only pay if you talk to the person.
Shut up. No, not you.
No, I will pay, but first I have to know if she's there.
If I'm going to count out a million pesos, I need to know if she's there. Yes.
Hey, that's my money. That's my money. Go get it.
No, I'm not joking. I'm an American.
Yes, I'll take it. I'm putting my money in now.
Shut up. Was I just disconnected?
I'm gonna show them...
I'm gonna show them how an American plants the flag in a foreign fucking land.
Can I get a beer, please? I'd like another beer.
- Hey, thanks. - Keep it. Thank you.
Hello, Tom. Welcome back. I've some mail for you. Come in.
The Philippines a romantic place, huh? I painted a new painting.
Christmas in New England.
- It's beautiful. - You really like it?
Well, it's unfinished.
Will you be with us for a while?
Yes, I'll be working in the Pentagon again. Thank you.
Great. It's always a pleasure to have you back.
Oh, my God.
The Ancient Mariner. Not so ancient.
I'm so happy to see you. When did you get back and why didn't you call me?
- I did call you. - I wrote you.
But I'm only semiliterate, so it was wastebasket time.
If you caught gonorrhoea, I'll kill you.
- I'm wearing too many clothes. - It doesn't feel like anything.
Talk about feeling like it's not wearing anything...
- You're gonna blush. - You are a very bad girl.
I mean the blush.
God, I'm so embarrassed.
- What are you doin'? - I wanna get a picture of this.
- No! No pictures. - Naval hero blushes. You're proud.
I'm not proud. I'm serious.
Don't take a picture of me.
- Give me that. - You jiggled the camera.
I think I did this way too early.
Looks like a baboon in a closet at midnight.
Good morning, Mr Pritchard. Go right in.
- May I take your hat, sir? - Thank you.
- Glad to have you with us. - Nice to be here. Thank you, sir.
Scott has a very high opinion of you.
- Are you familiar with your new duties? - No, sir.
Then this meeting is premature.
- Tom only arrived here yesterday, sir. - Well, since you're here...
You'll function as liaison, under Scott's supervision,
between this office and the intelligence community.
Calling those piranhas a community is one of life's ironies.
You'll meet regularly with each of the agencies,
but for now I am primarily concerned with the CIA.
- Are you aware of the Phantom sub? - Yes, sir.
- Have a seat. - Thank you.
The Phantom sub is meant to be invisible to sonar. The builder's first instinct...
I should say his second instinct,
his first being to get his snout as deeply as possible into the public trough.
Anyway, they wanna build a submarine roughly the size of an aircraft carrier.
The Russians won't need sonar. They'll just see this huge bulge out in the ocean.
It's my plan to terminate this programme. There'll be Congressional resistance,
chiefly from Senator Duvall.
EXcuse me. Scott.
What's worrying is his connection to the CIA.
We eXpect them to feed him with inflated estimates of Soviet research in the field.
To counter him, we need access to the same information.
Not self-serving gloss, but the raw data they base their conclusions on.
- Your job is to get it. - Yes, sir.
But raw data from the CIA... My eXperience at ONl...
They'll either give it to us or they won't. If they do, then I'm correct.
If they do not, I will use it against them with the President.
- You realise I speak in complete candour. - Yes, sir.
Senator Duvall is motivated by this absurd lust...
This absurd lust for power.
Now, this would be comic if it wasn't so damn dangerous.
Marshall at the CIA is his...
You are above this kind of political unpleasantness. That's why I chose you.
Go with Scott and get to know the background material.
Let's cut the protocol. In the absence of a demur,
I'll assume your responses are in the affirmative.
Lorraine, get my wife on the phone, please.
I think he likes you.
This is the situation room.
And right this way, sir, is the computer centre.
Did I mention, sir, that I'm very pleased to be working for you?
This is a Sperry 90l80. All the terminals in this room are for it.
It interfaces with the IBM 370s at NSA headquarters.
It works programs for COM-SEC, SIGINT, personnel command,
- the bureau of alcohol and fire... - I get your gist.
- That's the systems analyst. Let me... - I know who it is. Sam Hesselman.
Good to see you. Why didn't you call when you got into town?
- I don't know. Why didn't we call? - Sir?
It's good to see you, Tom. You look great. Come in the office.
- Mr FoX, take a break. - Yes, sir.
- Are you back here for good? - Well, I'm stationed here again.
- How the hell are you? - Can't complain.
- Helen and the kids ask about you. - Good.
The kids loved the ashtray.
They didn't know a donkey could do that.
Tom, this is Kevin O'Brien of the CIA. I've eXplained that you're taking over liaison.
- Kevin will be your contact. - It's good to meet you.
If there's anything I can do, let me know.
I'm just getting my feet wet trying to catch up.
Oh? I assumed that because you didn't wanna wait until the regular meeting...
I'm certain there are questions that Commander Farrell must have.
No. I'm not sufficiently prepared. I wouldn't wanna waste your time.
- Well, gentlemen, if you'll eXcuse me... - Maybe there is one thing.
The secretary asked me to help him prepare for the NATO meeting.
I'd like to know the Russian intelligence estimates.
We submit a report on the first of the month.
It'd be a big help if you could send what you have as of now.
- I'll put something together. - I'd appreciate it.
Don't mention it.
That was deftly handled. For a moment there I thought...
Just trying to be subtle. It's my job, isn't it?
- Was this a present? - Yeah.
- He gave it to me. - Oh? He has eXpensive taste, this guy.
Didn't cost anything. Some foreign minister gave it to him.
So in other words we're dealing with a guy foreign ministers give presents to?
- Don't start that stuff. - I didn't say anything.
You don't have to say anything. You never say a word.
I thought I wasn't supposed to.
You know what I mean. You get that wounded, disapproving look on your face.
Ask me a question and I'll answer it.
It's David Brice, secretary of defense. Satisfied?
You know I work for Brice?
That makes two of us.
Did you take care of everything?
Yes. I'm supposed to pick Miss Atwell up at eight... if she remembers.
- You don't approve of Susan, do you? - Sir?
She's a bright and eXciting woman. Can't you see that?
Not eXactly, I guess.
All right, I'm a pain in the ass.
But this one can do things for me like no other woman I've ever met.
It's the only other thing worth living for.
What is the big deal about tonight?
He likes to see me in public.
So what does he get? A secret hard-on?
Try and understand.
- I'll call you later tonight. - I'll wait by the phone.
- Hello, Scott. - Miss Atwell.
- Two white wines, please. - Mr Brice.
Mr Marshall and I have been having a little debate on government service.
Now, I claim that the fella with the appointed job -
well, he sorta comes and he goes at the pleasure of this or that administration.
He sorta blows in the wind,
whereas the elected official, well, he serves the people directly.
He has to be more responsible.
What do you think, Mr Secretary?
Senator Duvall, I think it's getting very late.
Who's that man licking Duvall's ear? I recognise him.
I would hope so. That's Marshall. He's the director of the CIA.
You would hope so.
No, thank you.
- So nice you could make it. - Thank you, sir.
Ladies and gentlemen...
It's good of you to come and help us celebrate our national day.
After all, we're a small country, far away.
We've got a little entertainment for you which I'm sure you're going to enjoy.
I'll be right back.
- Hi. - Hi.
- You're going away? - Just for the weekend.
Perhaps a romantic interlude, yes?
If I intrude on your privacy, for this I am sorry.
"It's not just a job. It's an adventure."
What are you eating? You're eating bugs?
I gotta have another one.
- There you go. - That is really disgusting.
I love Tom Farrell.
Yes, I do. Yes, I do.
- Thank you very much. - I want you to take care of us.
- I will. You guys newlyweds? - You can go.
- Mr and Mrs Smith? - A romantic gesture.
I spelt it with a Y.
- Hi. - Hey there.
We wanna rent a boat.
20 bucks an hour. Take your pick.
That's all right, but we don't want a plastic toy. We want something like this.
- No, no. - Why not?
That's my boss's boat. It ain't for rent.
Well, I want it.
Don't do this.
You know what you're doin'? It's gustin' like a son of a bitch out there. One more.
God, I wish the navy was still like this.
Let's get ready. We'll come about.
- Give me a kiss. - OK.
We're gonna come over here. Let me get it off.
- Ready? - No, not yet.
- OK, whenever you are. - OK. I'm ready.
- Say "Helm's alee". - Helm's alee!
- Good. - Yeah!
Oh, hi, Nina. Tom and I just got back this minute.
Can I call you later?
Well, it didn't take him long, did it?
That was Nina, so don't.
Oh, no. Tom...
David's here. Oh, my God.
I'm begging you. Just go now out the back door.
- I'm sorry. Just... - When I go, it'll be through the front door.
As a favour to me, just this one time.
Please. Please go.
I promise I'll work everything out, all right?
Why don't you fucking go down and beg him not to come in?.
You want me to say it? I'll say it.
I'll leave him. I promise I will. I'll leave him.
I love you.
You've been out of town.
And you have a pleasant flush.
- I got some sun. - How nice.
- And with whom did you get this sun? - What?
"What?" I said who were you with this weekend?
Well, I find that hard to believe, that you'd go away completely alone.
- I didn't say I was completely alone. - You said you weren't with anybody.
I mean nobody you know.
I know a great many people. How can you be certain it's somebody I don't know?
You want a drink?
He's a man I know.
It's of no importance.
I'm sure it's of no importance to you whom you sleep with,
but it's of considerable importance to me.
Why worry? There's plenty left.
Get out of here, you bastard. Get out! I'm calling the police. Get out!
I wanna know who it was.
Listen to me, goddamn it. I pay the rent.
Get out of here.
All right. Wait a minute.
I'm sorry I slapped you, all right?
Get out of here.
- Listen, you tell me who... - No.
- Tell me who it is! - He's not a pig like you!
David. What's the matter?
I think I killed Susan.
- What happened? - I killed her.
I just needed to talk before I go to the police.
Sit down. Sit down.
It was an accident. I didn't mean to...
She was with some man and I just must have gone crazy.
The man was there? He saw you?
He saw me go in, yeah.
Who is he?
It was dark.
Then maybe he didn't see you.
I parked my car. I stood under the light.
He saw me.
I can't come to the phone,
but when you hear the beep, tell me everything.
Did she ever photograph you?
This is a negative side of a Polaroid. I found it under the bed.
- Are you absolutely certain? - I'm certain. I'm not that big a fool.
Then we have to find the man who saw you.
What if... the search for this man was of vital national security?
A secret operation that we could control.
- It won't hold up to scrutiny. - We'll invent an eXcuse for the search.
The important thing is to abort an investigation of Susan's death
- before it ever gets to you. - No.
- It's a house of cards. There is no Yuri. - It doesn't matter.
All the intelligence agencies believe that there's a mole in the defense department.
You know the theory.
That Yuri was sent here by the KGB while he was still in his teens,
and for all intents and purposes he can pass as an American.
They've been talking about that for four years. It's the CIA's wet dream.
- There's never been a shred of evidence. - But now there is.
He was the man who spent the weekend with Susan.
He was the man who killed her.
Lorraine, would you ask CID to get all the material on Yuri
and then bring it into the secretary as soon as possible? Thank you.
I don't think we can bring this off.
Good morning, Major.
- Morning. - Thank you.
If military intelligence can catch this KGB agent without outside assistance,
it will immeasurably strengthen us against the CIA.
This has to move like lightning, before anyone gets on to what we're doing.
Assume control of the investigation.
Responsibility is consonant with your office.
I have implicit trust in you to keep this under wraps.
You're to report to me or to Secretary Brice only.
- I plan to remain here around the clock. - What do the police know?
They haven't been informed. CID has taken the body to Fort Meade.
If we go looking for a Russian spy without the FBI or the CIA, it's gonna raise hell.
That's my problem.
Well, what do we have on the dead woman?
It's through Yuri's association with this woman that we'll be able to find him.
Here's everything we know about her for the moment.
It looks like he spent the weekend with her.
He brought her home and killed her around midnight.
I'm counting on it not being too hard to find out where they'd been.
- I'm certain the investigation will... - Will you eXcuse me?
- Commander Farrell, are we boring you? - No, sir. May l...?
- We can't even convince our own people. - It's all right.
Get Donovan in here.
Commander, if you please.
Major Donovan of the criminal investigation division.
His men will conduct the investigation subject to your orders.
We're set up down in the situation room, Commander.
We have to have a front man.
- They're autopsying the body. - I wanna see her apartment.
- I don't think that'll be necessary. - Maybe not, but I want to.
- They're autopsying the body now. - Good.
- Scott, I wanna see her apartment. - Mr Pritchard...
CID will do a better job. It's important that you remain here.
I've got men checking for physical evidence. The print people are just back.
- What did they find? - All fragments or smudged. It was clean.
- What's going on? - A matter of the utmost importance.
- What is this? - We're checking calls made this week
- to see if her number comes up. - There's gotta be millions.
We interface with the phone company, monitoring every call in a 50-mile radius.
We're checking gas station and hotel credit card receipts.
- Who is this bimbo anyway? - She's dead.
One billfold... A bracelet.
- This is the evidence from her house? - Yes, sir.
One boX of candy mints.
Got one brown hairbrush.
Commander Farrell is on his way in. We'll have a report on the house-to-house soon.
- What's this? - Polaroid negatives.
- I can't make anything out. - If there's silver left on the emulsion,
we may be able to bring out the picture. EXcuse me.
Sergeant, get this right over to the photo lab.
Sir... Commander. Mr O'Brien is waiting for you in your office.
We made an appointment to go over the CIA report.
- Just cancel it. - If we do, he'll go away suspicious.
I'll be in Commander Farrell's office. Could you call me in five minutes?
Sorry it took so long.
- This is the official estimate. - An advance copy. Isn't it what you want?
Yes, of course.
Sorry. I'm wanted in the secretary's office. I suggest that we reschedule this meeting.
- Commander Farrell and I can continue. - The Commander...
- That would be satisfactory. - We're both requested at the meeting.
I'm afraid we really must stop.
Kevin, I was wondering if you might help me in the counterespionage...
Tom, we'd better get to that meeting.
Commander, when you get more time, you give me a call.
I can be reached 24 hours a day.
What was that supposed to be?
Thought I might get something on Yuri.
What we have will be quite sufficient.
- I want all outgoing calls monitored. - All calls?
- Brice's lines are safe. - I'll see to it.
- What's that? - Autopsy. She died of a broken neck.
Here's a list of her stomach contents.
What the hell for?
There are chemical pollutants in food.
We might pin down where she ate her last day.
Stay close to the centre of things, but do nothing until you're instructed by me.
- Who are they? - They're associated with Special Forces.
I don't understand. What's that mean?
EXactly what I said. They were formerly in Special Forces. Now they are associated.
- Honduras? EI Salvador? - Somewhere down there.
You were with the death squads? Were they with the death squads?
- It's possible. - They're assassins.
You needn't concern yourself. They work for me now. Leave us, please.
You haven't told me everything.
The Atwell woman knew Brice.
She was his mistress.
Naturally, Brice had no idea of her connection with a Soviet agent.
We only found out last night after the murder.
Brice is in an impossible situation. We should call in the FBl.
Don't be an idiot.
Do you realise the magnitude of the scandal?
The secretary of defense and a Soviet agent
sharing the favours of a murdered whore?
- David might even be a suspect. - I think that's something to consider.
Well, it isn't speculation, Tom. Brice was with me at the time of the murder.
- He couldn't have done it. - Fine. Then call in the FBI
- and let Brice take his chances. - That decision is not yours.
What we will do is catch this Yuri before anyone knows what's happened.
- Then we'll handle the rest. - You mean the men in the neXt room.
The man is a spy and a murderer. Would anyone deny that justice had been done?
- Yeah, I would. - We shall have that discussion later,
but for now I eXpect you to follow orders
and demonstrate the loyalty to which both the secretary and I have every right.
- You eXpect a lot. - I depend on you. We're friends.
And, Tom, if it were your intention to do anything to bring down David Brice,
then I'd have no choice but to make sure that you didn't get away with it.
- Thank you for the warning. - I'm certain it's unnecessary.
When you calm down, you'll see we're following the only possible course.
I gave them the estimates. They couldn't have cared less.
Get me Senator Duvall.
What's all this top-secret business I've been hearing about?
Here's what we do have. CID is running a phone check.
They're looking for all calls placed to a Susan Atwell.
- Who's she? - She's in the morgue at Fort Meade.
- She was murdered last night. - Do we know anything about it?
Get ready for this. We think she's either David Brice's
or Scott Pritchard's mistress.
She was seen with both of them. It didn't seem high priority,
so my people have been a little laX in following it up.
Well, spilt milk... And you can forget about Pritchard. He's homoseXual.
I'll be damned.
So will he, if you believe the Old Testament. Who killed her?
We don't know. They got CID believing that they're searching for Yuri.
Don't tell me anybody swallowed that.
That poor son of a bitch Brice.
You know, I almost feel sorry for him.
- Who's running things at the Pentagon? - The new boy. Farrell.
So he can take the fall in case anything goes wrong.
He looked like a man who'd like a heart-to-heart.
Yeah, listen, Billy. I've been hearing some disturbing news about the Phantom sub.
I tried to talk to the President about NATO.
All he wanted to talk about was the Phantom sub.
Why the crunch on that has to come now is beyond me.
- We'll just have to handle it. - You've got me handling a hell of a lot.
Commander. Line two, the other phone.
I'll call you back.
I'll be right down.
- They want me in the computer centre. - I'll go with you.
Oh, yeah. By all means, go with him.
- What is it, Sam? - There's no more image
they can get out of this Polaroid.
Damn. Too much to hope for. We'll just have to forget it.
Maybe not. There's something I wanna show you.
Now, this is as bad as your Polaroid, right?
Now watch. This is a training tape. I'm speeding it up.
The picture is broken down into piXels,
the smallest element on the emulsion, sort of an atom of the picture.
Then, and this is the good part, the computer just asks itself
what would be where if we adjust the piXels.
- That's all there is to it? - We have to keep on top of the computer.
Computers don't think. If we had programmed this
to come out a car instead of a monkey, you'd be looking at a hairy Buick.
- All right. Just get started on it. - It takes billions of calculations.
The whole process may take 12 hours or it may take a week.
Well, that's too long.
Perhaps you can get what you need from the work in progress.
- We'll watch it on this screen. - We've got our first number.
It's listed to a Nina Beka. She called last night about the time of the murder.
- I'd better see her. - I was just about to send my men.
Are you Miss Nina Beka?
- Yes. - I'm Commander Farrell.
This is Mr Pritchard, general counsel to the secretary of defense.
May we come in?
Please, do come in.
I'm afraid that we have some bad news for you.
A woman named Susan Atwell is dead.
She was a friend of yours?
Yes, she is.
In what way were you acquainted?
You see, I work at Shalini's boutique
in the Pavilion. She used to come in there sometimes.
We'd like you to tell us as much about her as possible.
We think she was killed by a man she'd been seeing.
- Why? - You needn't concern yourself with why.
We just need the names of the men she... consorted with.
- "Consorted with"? - Yes.
- I don't know about Susan's personal life. - I'll ask you again.
Who were the men she saw?
You can ask me a thousand times and the answer will be the same. I don't know it.
You're South African.
- That's right. - I don't see a US visa.
You're an illegal alien.
Do you know who I am?
I can pick up that phone and I can have you on the first plane to Johannesburg.
I'm assuming that you have a reason for not wanting to be there.
You guessed right.
I know who you are.
I know who Brice is.
David Brice. Is that the name you're looking for?
We're not interested in him. There's another man we want.
Well, in that case,
why don't we make a deal?
We'll talk about it. Who was the other man?
Who was the other man?!
It was someone at the Pentagon.
- Does he have a name? - I suppose so, but I don't know it.
All I know is that Susan used to see him and he reappeared.
- How recently? Three months? - I don't know!
A month, three weeks. Who cares? I don't know it.
She never discussed these things with me.
That'll do for now. We'll close the part of the investigation that concerns you.
Thank you, Miss Beka. You've been very helpful.
Sam. I want the names of all civilian and military personnel
assigned to the Pentagon during the past two months. Can you do it?
It's all in the computer. I'll set up a program to find it.
Tom, I've got a suggestion. We're doing this credit card search,
but nothing charged over the weekend would be turned in so soon.
- We're wasting valuable computer time. - I know. I want you to keep on with it.
- What's this all about? - We'll talk later.
- What is this? - I have to see Secretary Brice.
Just get started on that list of new employees.
Yeah. We isolated three pollutants in the dead girl's stomach contents.
They're the red, green and blue lines on the graph.
If we can get the overlays to match, we might pinpoint where she was.
So far, it looks like somewhere near Upper Chesapeake Bay.
EXcuse me, sir. Have you seen Major Donovan?
- No. - It's important that I get this to him.
- What do you have here? - Well, we missed it the first time round.
It must have fallen under the seat of her car.
I'll take care of this.
Very well, sir.
- Was this a present? - Yeah.
- He gave it to me. - He has expensive taste.
Didn't cost anything. Some foreign minister gave it to him.
I pride myself on being a man of forbearance and conciliation.
But if you fuck me on this, I'll crucify you!
I am not your rubber stamp.
You have run roughshod over this office for 20 years. That's over.
Sir, you may disparage your predecessors all you like,
but I don't recall in the past any secret investigation
that required the entire department of defense, circumvented CIA and the FBI
- and the Washington police! - We're not locked into any position
- on the Phantom sub. - What are you saying?
I'm just trying to allay Senator Duvall's fears that we might act peremptorily.
We will act the way I decide on this matter.
Gentlemen, I don't see any point in squabbling like children.
Mr Pritchard, I am encouraged by your attitude.
I'm sure your investigation, whatever it is, is perfectly proper.
I must apologise for my unseemly outburst.
- It's just that I've been sorely troubled. - It's perfectly understandable, Senator.
I'm certain that we can reach an accommodation.
Gentlemen, I'm deeply gratified.
Deeply gratified, and I hope you'll forgive my imposition on such a busy day.
- He's got us. - This is insane. It's out of control.
- Your cover story's not gonna hold water. - Yes, it will,
but you have to have more moral courage.
Have you ever heard of a woman named Nina Beka?
Well, she's heard of you.
Instruct the CIA to contact you at your home.
Remain there and wait for the information.
You're not to call me. I'll check in with you periodically.
- As quickly as possible. - OK.
Hey. You two!
- Where are they going? - What's the matter?
- Laurel and Hardy. - Who's that, Tom?
- You know who I mean. The bookends. - I sent them on an errand.
- I need a car. - I'm sorry. CID's got everything.
- This one. Bring this one down. - You can't take that. The lift just busted.
- Watch your toes. - Come on. Get out of there right now!
- Shit. - Hi.
Goddamn it, get him! Come on, hurry up.
What you doin'? You crazy?
I'm gonna get you, motherfucker.
Nina, come with me.
We can't talk. Is there a back way out?
- What happened to Susan? - We cannot talk here. You're in danger.
- What's going on? - It doesn't...
- Can I go to my place? - No. They'll kill you.
You have to get lost, and I mean really lost. Thank you for before.
- Go. - There he is.
Look out. He's got a gun.
I think we should go back to the Pentagon, sir.
That was a stupid, stupid thing you did.
- I think you're crazy. - I'm going to save Brice, no matter what.
- I told you that. - I don't believe there is a Yuri.
- He's real enough. - He has nothing to do with the murder.
- We'll find out when we catch him. - Not if those two get to him first.
Dammit! I am tired of weakness.
I am faced with a grave problem and I intend to resolve it quickly and cleanly.
- You are crazy. Fucking cuckoo. - I won't be insulted by you.
And you're not to interfere with this investigation again.
Do I make myself clear?
- I quit. - Your resignation is not accepted.
Tom, be reasonable. I'm shielding you from full knowledge.
Just follow your orders and everything'll be all right. Let him go.
Will you eXcuse me, please?
Hope you're not calling your girlfriend. Remember, Big Brother's listening.
I don't give a shit.
- Hello. - FoX.
Hello, sir. The writing on the box is Arabic, but it's in the... Maghrebi dialect.
What they speak in Morocco.
What it says is kinda flowery, but it boils down to:
"A gift to a true friend."
Good boy. You can come back now.
The Polaroid just came on line.
Not much to look at, is it?
No, it's not.
Don't gifts from governments have to be registered with the office of protocol?
- So they tell us. - Are their files computerised?
Yes. They would be in the department of state's computer.
Can we access those files?
They're closed. You'll have to get in touch with them tomorrow.
I can't get in touch with them.
- We can interface. - Can you do it now?
There'll be hell to pay.
Does it matter to you that much?
Thanks. I'll be back in five minutes.
What is it now?
I've been thinking it over and maybe you're right.
Let's just get this whole business over with. And I'm sorry I blew up at you.
We're all very tired.
When this is out of the way, we can do great things here.
Well... first things first, huh?
How are we doin'?
I'm into the state department computer. It was easy.
- Can you print that out for me? - You got it.
A lot of paper. Oh, and you were right about the credit card receipts.
We found one from a gas station in Annapolis.
- These the new people at the Pentagon? - Yeah. There are 4700 possibles so far.
But we've had a real break. The CID has pinned down your man's blood type.
- How'd they get that? - Autopsy specimen.
There was a residue of semen in the body. Blood type is A positive.
That's pretty common, but it'll narrow the list.
You're a genius, Sam.
I am, I am.
You should get some sleep. You must be eXhausted.
I know if I'm eXhausted or not.
As you say.
You look like you just stepped out of a bandboX.
- You're actually enjoying this. - I'm just trying to do my job.
It would be a lot easier if you'd stop attacking me.
I'm sorry. I'm just tired. I've got a lot on my mind.
If it doesn't keep moving towards a coherent image, we adjust the program.
You mean you could stop it and make it go in another direction?
We've been doing that all along. It looks like it's doing fine now.
I'm not so sure.
I think it's time we had a talk.
I'm the one in the picture, Sam.
Susan Atwell was the woman I've been seeing.
I had nothing to do with her death.
I was in love with her.
Jesus. You must feel terrible.
You're the only one I can tell that this spy-hunt is phoney.
- Yuri has nothing to do with the murder? - Nothing.
This is a cover-up. That's all I can tell you.
- Come on! - Goddamn it, Sam.
This is for your own protection, all right?
These people have already tried to kill one person who knew.
- What do you want me to do? - Slow up the resolution on that picture.
I need more time, Sam. I need more time to get this straightened out.
That's what I need.
I'm not satisfied with the way this is coming up. The eigenvalue is off.
Looks all right to me.
We're pulling away from our reference information. Program a Fourier transform.
- That seems like a waste of time. - Just do what I want, OK?
Take it easy. We're all working the same amount of time.
I'm sorry, David. Just do it, please.
What are you looking for?
Where are you going?
I'd rather do this myself.
You can listen if you want to.
Just wear that badge.
- This goes here? - Yeah.
- Where are we goin'? - Major Donovan's office.
You can give a description of this guy to him.
- Who the hell's Donovan? - Our commanding officer.
Hello. You know who this is?
I have to talk to you, but I can't leave here now.
I'm on the damn payphone now! It's probably not even safe.
All right. I'll come there as soon as I can get away.
I'll be damned. That's him! The one who rented the boat.
- Where? - He just went around that corner!
Can you see him?
I'll get back to you. Where have you been? Yuri's here.
- Buzz the secretary. - They had a witness and...
- I know. Can I go in? - Go right in.
Well, what are my orders... sir?
Close all the eXits. Hold your witness while we decide what to do.
- Is Yuri here? - So it would seem.
- This is splendid work, Tom. - I've had all the eXits closed.
Well, why don't we empty the building and have everybody file past this man?
The place would be swarming with TV cameramen.
We'll take the witness round room by room.
- It's the largest building in the world. - But the only way we'll get any privacy.
I'll see to it.
- Major Donovan. - Sir.
I suggest that all officers carry side arms.
The man we're after has killed one person already.
Don't worry, Tom. I don't eXpect you to carry one.
Tall or short? Thin or fat? Light or dark?
- That's right. - You think this is some kind of joke?
What I'm trying to tell you, the son of a bitch is average.
All right. Let's go find this average son of a bitch.
Oh, yeah. I'm positive I remember this guy. I always remember the good tippers.
CID has brought in another witness. A bellboy from a hotel in Annapolis.
Now you can have two search parties.
That's great news. We can move twice as fast.
I'll see to it.
You see, David? It's all coming together.
Dear God, I hope you're right.
All right. Down this corridor. Make it quick.
It ain't him. I just rented the guy a boat. Gimme a break. I'm sick of this shit.
- How much longer? - We can't search all the building.
- It would take all night. - We have shifts finishing at five and siX.
- What do we do then? - Let them out through the mall entrance.
- We'll have both witnesses there. - What do you think?
We haven't been allowed in, but we're told there's a bottleneck ofhundreds,
perhaps thousands of people, waiting to go home.
Those who have been allowed to leave were cleared by members of the CID,
the criminal investigation division of army intelligence.
Apparently, there's a search on for a person who may be a spy,
trapped right now inside the Pentagon itself.
We're going to follow events, and we'll get back to you as the story continues.
Melissa Donaldson, WCDM, at the Pentagon.
- He must have gotten out past us. - No way. He's somewhere in the building.
We'll have to go back to the room-to-room.
We'll go down to the basement, search the situation room, computer compleX.
We'll start at the bottom and work our way up. Let's do it.
- You're to initial this. - What?
- You're to initial this. - What is it?
Authorisation to release the Atwell woman's body for burial.
- We're down to 50 with A positive blood. - How many are men?
Come on. Nobody told me I had to sort 'em out by seX. I gotta take a break, man.
Sam, I need to talk to you.
- I need your help. - I slowed it up as much as I could.
- But they'll recognise it soon. - What more I can do?
- They mean to kill me. - You haven't slept for two days.
I'm telling you, I don't stand a chance in hell.
For God's sakes, why? lf you had nothing to do with the murder, why...?
- Brice killed her. - Brice?
- She was his mistress. - I thought she was your...
Antique gold boX...
A present to Brice from the Moroccan government. He gave it to Susan.
It's the only way I can prove he knew her. He'll call off the search. I know he will.
- I see. - Do you believe me?
Well, then, can you insert that into the state department's computer?
- I could do that. - I know you can, Sam, but...
- I'll do whatever I have to do to help you. - Then let's do it.
There's nothing there.
- If you want a piece of paper, type it. - Can't we just print?
The computer is searching for where to insert it and then it'll print out!
- All right. How long? - Soon.
First two on the right, second two on the left, last man in the doorway.
- Nobody in or out. - What's going on here?
- We're gonna search in here. - Who told you to come here?
Nobody. This is the only area that hasn't been covered.
All right, we'll be conducting a search in here, and I ask you all, please...
- Sir, wait... - Oh, Jesus.
I have to change.
- OK. Let's get going. - Don't let anyone pass.
Look, I'm sorry to bother you, but this is over my head.
It's about Commander Farrell.
I'm not sure...
I'm not sure he knows what he's doing.
All right, I'll meet you. Please don't mention this to anybody else.
The reason I called you was because I know you're his friend.
You did the right thing.
- This door is locked. - Anybody have a master key?
- Isn't this Commander Farrell's office? - We'd better have a look anyway.
There we go. Maybe this one's better.
Nobody here. Let's get on up the hall and see what else we can come up with.
What's this all about, Dr Hesselman?
Promise me that what I tell you won't go any further.
I feel disloyal enough as it is.
You understand that Tom is under great strain.
He knew the girl who was murdered.
They were very close.
And he thinks that Secretary Brice killed her.
Look, I know him. He's much more high-strung than he appears.
And this girl...
I guess he was in love with her.
Now he thinks that somebody wants to kill him.
He asked me to reprogram the computers and I did it.
I don't know. I just don't know.
I see. Where is Commander Farrell now?
I suppose he's in his office or in the computer room.
Son of a bitch.
Hold it right there! Hold it!
I am your superior officer. I'm giving you an order to arrest this man!
- I have my orders from Mr Pritchard. - Do it!
- I have my orders... - Shut up.
- If he resists, shoot him! - Where are you going?
You can't go in there. I said you can't go in there!
- What right do you have to come in? - Call off the search.
You're not hunting a spy, but somebody who knows Susan was your mistress.
You gave her a gold boX that a foreign minister gave you.
- Nonsense. - You declared it to the office of protocol.
- I never declared anything. - You tell it to the state's computer.
You tell it to the state department. Pick up the phone and call off the search now!
Do it, or I swear to God I'll nail you to the wall.
Calm down. I'll get Scott in... Come in!
I'm sorry. I had to make sure you were all right.
Yuri must be close. There's been a murder.
He shot Dr Hesselman.
- Goddamn it. - What's happened, Major?
I think Yuri's cornered. He's somewhere between here and the gymnasium.
Very good, Major. Just continue the search.
You had those apes kill him, didn't you?
You lying sack of shit.
Tom is the man who saw you at Susan's.
He's known about you all along. Isn't that right?
You know what that means, David.
If Commander Farrell was with Miss Atwell,
then Commander Farrell is the man who killed Miss Atwell.
And we know that the man who killed Miss Atwell is Yuri,
therefore Commander Farrell is Yuri. Quod erat demonstrandum.
You murdered Sam, didn't you? You're a fucking asshole.
You have no idea what men of power can do.
Wait a second.
Scott has been a loyal and valuable friend.
I let that friendship cloud my judgement. My actions have been ineXcusable.
Give me the gun.
This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do,
but I swear I'll do everything I can to help you out. Everything.
I'll get you the best lawyers.
David, he doesn't have a shred of proof.
He was fiercely jealous of Susan. A man like that... Do you understand?
Suppose we had planned on working late Sunday night.
I didn't arrive. He assumed I was with Susan.
Don't touch me. He went there looking for me. They argued...
- You can assume the rest. - Save your breath.
Help me out on this. Help me out.
Listen, I'll give you anything you want.
I swear, I'll give you anything you want. Listen to me. Help me out.
I will give you anything you want. You can have anything you want.
If you go against me on this, it'll be your word against mine, and I'll win.
What's going on in there?
Oh, my God. How horrible!
Your search is over, Major.
- Is this...? - He shot himself.
Commander, do I have your answer?
Commander, sir. Are you all right, sir?
Give me your pen, Ensign.
You got a pen? Well, give it to me!
I want you to deliver this. And I want you to wake him up if you have to.
Aye aye, sir.
Charlie, come look at this.
Somebody get Donovan down here.
It's Commander Farrell.
A lot of people are looking for you.
Then aren't you the clever ones?
- When's he comin' out? - When you've made certain things clear.
- Then let's just get to the point. - Why did we only just hear about this?
You would've known before!
I told you that I could not get out of the Pentagon!
All right. But your relationship with the woman was poorly handled!
You wanted me to be her lover. I was her lover.
- I don't see any point in going on. - Yeah, well, neither do l!
Wouldn't you love to hear Russian again? lmagine Pushkin, Lermontov, Tolstoy.
Even them. Always the sense of humour.
In the Philippines when you passed a bag of underwear Moscow wasn't amused.
I should have acted then.
In any case, it's not possible for you to remain United States.
This bizarre incident has given them their Yuri.
- Think! You're a hero of the Soviet Union. - I'm not a hero.
- Be that as it may, you must return. - I came here. I thought I owed you that.
But you can't make me go back.
Let him go.
He will return. Where else does he have to go?
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