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(speaking Russian)

(gunshot)
(scream)

(car engine revs)

(rapid gunfire)
(screaming)

(speaking Russian)

(phone ringing)

-We celebrate. Mm hmm.
-Champagne?

Ringo. Champagne.

Am I invited to the party?

We just received
word on negotiations

we've been involved in.

Obviously you
got your way again.

Obviously.

Would you excuse us?

We have a few
details to discuss.

After the champagne.

Nina.

Except for Edward, everything
is exactly as you'd planned,

but doesn't it bother
you that we caught

an American diplomat snooping
around the warehouse?

It would have bothered
me a great deal more

if we hadn't caught him.

Forget that one. He's
just a minor official.

Besides, we'll soon know
what he was doing here.

Do you think he
heard about the

fifty million at Teheran Bank?

Stop speculating about Atwood.

He might have stopped
at the warehouse

because he couldn't
find the men's room!

Could have been hundred reasons,
none having to do with us.

Oh, thank you, Ringo. Nina!

Business is over.

To one week from today.

What happens one
week from today?

If you knew that, my dear,

you would know a bit too much.

Would that tongue-less hulk
really kill for you?

He has.

And he will again.

The thought of a
man without a tongue

makes me feel uncomfortable.

It's nice to know that
something can bother you.

You never will. You
can be sure of that.

Enough. Tell the
skipper to get on the way.

He's a big boy now.

To me, he's un-expendable.

By day, or by night?

-Does it disturb you?
-Nina: (laughs) Not at all.

Well, it's been a long day.

I think I'm going to take a nap.

Coming?

Is he coming to
the cabin with us?

Well, it's comforting to know

that his left arm is
with me at all times.

But you won't tell me why.

I hope you never have
occasion to find out.

Man, you're too much.

If you don't care about
your face, Atwood,

think about my hand.

It's starting to hurt.

Now. Talk.

Okay.

(grunting)

Hey. He stays alive.

Maybe when the Baron
gets through with him...

...he'll give him back to you.

Toni and I have some business,

we'll join you in the office.

Good evening, Dr. Nikolaeff.

How soon?

The only thing
about unpredictables

is that they are predictable.

Every unpredictable
delay has happened:

breakdowns, incompetence,
in both men and machines.

You have seven days.

Precisely seven days to
accomplish your work.

Nikolaeff: I am aware of it.

Well, this is good, ability
of competence is better.

Someday it will be ready.

How soon could you
complete your work

for the remote control
guiding system,

if you had the prototype?

Forty-eight hours, perhaps less.

So I can have the
assurance that your work

can be completed
within 48 hours?

Well, the prototype shall
arrive in less than eight hours.

I don't understand.

You don't have to.

Did the Baron say
anything about me?

Arthur, you are paranoid.

Every time I see you,
the same question.

"Did the Baron say
anything about me?"

Are you really concerned with
what the Baron says about you?

Yes. And how's that for a
nice simple, direct answer?

(door opening)

Good evening, Baron.

Arthur, I reviewed
last week's courses.

You're doing well.

Arthur: Thank you, Baron.

(chattering in foreign language)

Mm-hmm.
Not a bad house,

for this time of the night.

Well, I think I'll
try my luck, Rex.

No markers, use your
own money this time.

Atwood, the gentleman
snooping in the warehouse,

I would like to talk to him.

Of course, Baron.

George?

It might be better
if you were not here

while I chat with Atwood.

I understand.

You've been at the
tables again, Arthur?

So far I count 18,000.

How much?

32.

You may leave.

I'm starting to
worry about him.

You needn't concern yourself,
you have all of my worries.

Not yours.

So, how it go?

Perfect. We'll deliver
the Russian missile

to the Baron in
about eight hours.

It's a beauty. It'll blow
that peace conference

on Phoenix to hell and back.

Did the 50 million arrive?

Yeah, it's in the
bank in Teheran.

(gunshots)

Did you get anything
out of Atwood?

No, he made a break for it.

I had to, uh, kill him.

Kill him?

You stupid moron!

You know the Baron's orders.
No mistakes. Understand?

Hey, wait a minute.

I had to kill him.

What else could I do?
he was getting away.

Listen to me. I had no choice.

Alec!

Masters wants to see you.

Something just came in.

Hi, Alec.

Can't it wait a couple hours?

Hello, Alec.

Thanks for the workout, Mike.

No question about it,
Alec. It was Atwood.

His prints checked
against those circulated

by Interpol a few days ago.

His pockets were clean,
and the Iranian police

are satisfied that the
motive was robbery.

Alec: Do you buy that?

Alec, we've got enough
problems in the Middle East.

In case you need reminding,
any time any one of us

clears the continental
limits of the United States,

our only official capacity
is "Embassy Liaison."

Is that clear?

Yes.

We don't know what
business took Atwood

from his desk at
Teheran to Abadan.

We had to assume it
was private business.

Nothing else. Understood?

That the way you want it?

That's the way State wants it.

Ah.

Then it's settled.

You'll be booked on
tonight's flight for Teheran.

You, of course, will
be replacing Atwood.

The situation is very delicate.

Their Heads of State
will be meeting

for peace talks in
the Middle East,

and you are to do nothing,
do you understand?

Nothing to disturb that.

Atwood's death was
not connected, so

leave it alone.

And check in with the ambassador
as soon as you get there.

How did Atwood get it?

Shot in the back of the head.

They found him
floating in the gulf.

Doesn't say much, does he?

Only when it's important.

If I know Alec, you can be sure

he'll take an "unofficial" look.

( tires screeching)

-Mr. Franklin?
-Yes.

Welcome to Teheran.

There's a Sergeant
Jackson waiting for you

when you clear immigration.

-Thank you.
-It's a pleasure.

(indistinct chattering)

Franklin?

Sergeant Jackson.

We're running a
little bit late, sir.

If you'll give me your baggage
I'll take it to Corporal,

and they can take
care of you here.

Whoa, slow down a minute, son.

I'm sorry, sir, but your
plane is ready to take off.

Well, you tell them
to go right ahead.

(indistinct chattering)

Toni. The Baron was right.

I see. Hold on.

Baron?

Yes?

A U.S. Air Force
lieutenant met someone

at the Teheran airport,
but he went off alone.

Oh, so my information
seems to be correct,

that they were replacing
Atwood at the Embassy.

Well, let's be sure
he's just that.

Have Ringo and George go to
the shuttle service airport,

just in case.

There's only one more flight
to Abadan tonight, 9:00.

And if he tries to board...

...time is too short
to take chances.

Hello, George?

Yes, right, you got it.

(indistinct newscast
on the radio)

Alec: Wait.

News vendor: Teheran Chronicle,
get your Teheran Chronicle!

Ayatollah Khomeini, a new
threat to the Shah in Iran.

Security tight for
peace conference.

Twenty followers of
Ayatollah Khomeini

jailed in Abadan prison.

What do I owe you?

That'll be only 1,000
rials for the ride.

And I figure for the
sightseeing tour, 2,000.

Since you plan on retiring,

I guess you don't mind
taking U.S. dollars.

No, sir! That'll be
50 dollars American.

I've been here before.

Ah, 35 dollars?

Would you believe 20?

(sigh)

News vendor: Teheran Chronicle,
get your Teheran Chronicle...

Hey mister, wait a minute.

Carry your bags?

What, do you think
you're big enough?

Good.

Hold it. Turn around.

Alec: What would the
Chamber of Commerce say

if they knew how you
greeted the tourists?

George: Shut up.

Hold it.

All right.

Move.

No funny stuff.

Keep moving.

There you are. Hey,
you no like those friends

who pay me to carry bags?

(laughs)

It's all right, son.

Thanks.

(airplane engine starts)

He must be more
than a diplomat.

No milquetoast barring
the best embassy attaché...

...could take care of
George and Ringo.

All right, Baron, all right.

We'll run another check.

But to date, all of our
information is like fact.

He is an attaché.

He is an attaché, he
puts away two of our men,

and is on his way here,
while he should be

on his way to the
conference on Phoenix.

And that's all he
is, an embassy man.

He'll be spotted as soon
as the plane sets down.

He'll be under
constant surveillance.

We'll know every move he makes,

every place he goes.

He is in our town.

Is there any more
on the information

we received about
the Russian agent

arriving in Teheran?

Toni: We're checking it out.

Checking it out, checking out.

I don't need it checked
out, I want to know.

Now. You understand?

(sigh)

(Speaking Farsi)

Take care of my
luggage, please.

Welcome to Abadan.

Thank you. I'd
like a room, please.

Would you wait
a moment, please?

Yeah.

Diplomatic passport.

Legal attaché in Teheran?

Mm-hmm.

Do you have a
reservation, Mr. Franklin?

No, I'm sorry, I don't.

Okay. Give me
five or ten minutes.

I'm sure I will
find something nice

at diplomatic rates.

I might even pay
to get transferred.

Why don't you wait in the bar?

I'll have you called, okay?

-Thanks. That's it?
-Uh-huh.

Man: Waiter?

Bottle of Nuits Saint Georges

for the man at the bar, please.

Yes. Do you have a bottle
of Nuits Saint Georges?

Where'd that come from?

Gentleman over there.

Man: Alec.

Konstantine, for God's sake.

-Good to see you.
-You too.

Pour two of those.

Here, sit down.

Nuits Saint Georges,
you've got a good memory.

How about Patricia
Tringham and Gladys Benton?

Patricia and Gladys.

Oh, yeah, I wonder whatever
became of those two.

Oh, I don't know, but
if they're married now,

it's a great loss
to the single man.

-(laughs)
-Here's to them.

I'll drink to that.

You get more western every
day, is that Saville Row?

Naturally.

You wear it in Red Square?

Strictly for travel.

(laughs)

Say, aren't you a
little off base, Alec?

Shouldn't you either
be in Teheran,

or on your way to
the conference?

I have a little playtime
before the summit.

Concierge: Your suite
is ready, Mr. Franklin.

Thank you.

I have a feeling we've
got things to talk about.

I'll meet you in an hour?

Yeah.

I must talk to you.

Sit down.

Outside.

What is it, Galina?

Who was that man
you were talking to?

Just an old friend.

An American?

I met him during
the last summit.

He was just assigned to
the conference on Phoenix.

Galina, you're an electronic
and missile expert.

Please remember that.

And let me take
care of my business.

Is it possible, even
remotely possible,

that he's here to negotiate
for the purchase of the missile?

No.

Konstantine, I
don't understand you.

Even if we don't know where,

we do know that the
stolen prototype is here.

He's an American!

I assure you Alec
has nothing to do

with the stolen prototype.

Alec?

Alec Franklin,
that's his name.

He's here just to
find out one thing:

who killed Atwood.

May I make a supposition?

If Alec Franklin were here
to bargain for the missile,

do you think just for one moment

that his government
would want it known?

Obviously not.

Konstantine,
you're forgetting.

We're trying to establish
a new world order.

I try to keep my work
separate from politics.

Yeah, but a principle
is a principle.

Of course.

But you must recognize that
there may be a lot of people

who honestly do not believe
in your world order,

any more than you do in theirs.

My world order?

The years you spent in
the embassy in America

must have eroded your brain.

There are really
times I'm wondering

if you're still Russian.

What do you intend on
doing about Alec Franklin?

Nothing.

Nothing?

But remember: when it
comes to what has to be done,

I have no friends.

Konstantine: I
don't know, Alec.

That's really not
too much to go on.

A gambling chip, the
inscription of a name

on the back of a watch.

Alec: What about the Baron?

His chip, his place.

Konstantine: The man is
in an international cartel,

trading company, some
shipping, electronics.

He seems to be in everything.

But as far as we know...

...he's clean.

Legitimate.

Never any talk?

Well, there's always talk.

But there's never anything
you can lay at his door.

And, he's got a lot of doors.

You're trying to lay something
at his door, aren't you?

All right, Alec. I'll
tell you this much.

Obviously, I'm here on business.

I've been following the
trail from my country,

across the Caspian
Sea, to Teheran,

and now here.

Could Atwood's death
be in any way tied in

with what you're working on?

Now, come on, I don't
want all your secrets,

but give me
something, fill me in.

The faith, the portent,
it's devastating.

Konstantine: A
religious group headed by

Ayatollah Khomeini is
headquartered in Paris.

The Ayatollah claims to
be a messenger of Allah.

He is uniting people
against the Shah.

The way it looks now, the
Shah's days are numbered.

You Americans will
lose Iran, and then,

who knows what will happen.

Fifty million dollars came
from that religious group

and was deposited in the bank.

Alec: In Teheran.

Yes. Probably.

In gold.

How much?

50 million.

Ooh. That's a
nice round number

I'll say.

Yeah, but, to what purpose?

Do you think the Baron

and the secret
account are the same?

Konstantine:
Well, if we knew that,

we'd know a great deal more.

As I said, they're still
checking.

A little bit ago,
you said, "devastating."

Now, Konstantine, wouldn't
that only mean nuclear?

We're not that far from
the island of Phoenix.

If an atomic missile drops
into that conference,

the assumption would
be a crazy Russian

or a crazy American
triggered it.

No time for questions,
just instant retaliation

in both directions.

Doesn't make any sense.
There'd be no real winner.

Not in the aftermath.

Well, there could be two.

Two?

Let's assume the
secret bank account

and the Baron are
one and the same.

He picks up a lot of money,

and whoever financed
this operation

moves in and picks
up the pieces.

Like to gamble?

We Russians have been gambling

ever since Lenin
stumbled across Marx.

(indistinct chattering)

The American?

He's here.

Who's the other one?

No, I never saw him before.

Thank you, George.

I wonder what he's after.

We'll soon find out.

Can I get a straight answer?

Straight as I can.

Did Atwood's name come up
in your investigation at all?

Whatever the hell it
is you're working on.

The straight answer? No.

His death was just a notation,

a report that came
across my desk.

Gentlemen, care
for some company?

Perhaps later.

We'll look forward to it.

Welcome to the club.

Name's Marchant. Baron Marchant,
I am the owner of the club.

Perhaps Mr. Glanert and
I can show you around?

We believe in taking
good care of our guests.

All of your guests?

The special few.

Thank you, Baron.

Incidentally, you
might have an opinion

on something my friend and
I have been discussing.

Try, mister...

Franklin. Alec Franklin.

And this is Mr. Senyonov,
Russian embassy.

We were talking about
flushing game into the open,

especially when the
season's running short.

Would you say... it's best to go
charging in after it,

or to use some bait to worry it,

and bring it into the open?

I would say it depends on
the size of the game, and

how well it's equipped
to defend itself.

What do you think?

Perhaps, perhaps.

Of course, they do say that a
mouse can panic an elephant.

Probably, Mr. Franklin.

But I think you
missed the real point.

First, the mouse has to find
the elephant, doesn't it?

(laughing)

Talking about games,

there should be one out
there to interest you...

...and your friend.

Konstantine, why not?

I for one always
liked pushing my luck.

Yes, I won this the hard way.

Not at the roulette table,

but in a fruit
market in Teheran.

I find it hard to believe

that an American diplomat
and a Russian agent

are working together.

Believe it, Toni, believe it.

At least we know what
we are up against.

Good performance, Alec.

But was it smart
to show our hand?

No, my hand.

He still can't be too
sure who you were.

Banking on his ego,
you plant a seed,

and he has to do something.

When he does, I hope he'll
expose their weak side.

And we'll around to follow it.

One of us better be.

(indistinct chattering)

Oh, oh, oh!

No? Let me help you.

Thank you so much.

No, thank you.

It's not every day
I get to pick up

a beautiful lady's pearls.

How sweet.

It's a pleasure.

Now, what do we do with these?

Uh-huh.
One over there, on red,

and seven.

Hello.

Later is now.

Okay, sit down.

Thought I'd turn
the tables for awhile.

Join me?

Sure, I'll be
a good left hand.

Couldn't ask for a better one.

How do you like
working for the Baron?

Oh, I only met him once,

when I first started
to work here.

Actually, I work
for Mr. Stetson.

Stetson?

Yes, the manager
of this casino.

Play 1,000, will you, Charlie?

Didn't you hear me?

Yes, sir, Mr. Stetson, but--

But what?

The Baron's in
downward number credit.

As long as I'm the
manager of this casino,

you'll give me the
cash I ask for.

I'm sorry, Mr. Stetson,

but you know we can't disregard
an order from the Baron.

I'm sorry, but you'll
have to excuse me.

Wait, my card, in case
you care to see me later.

Sometimes...

Thank you.

Mr. Stetson?

Perhaps you'll permit
me to buy you a drink.

Talk over your
financial situation.

You won again!

Oh, I've never been so lucky!

Alec. Why don't we leave?

We can't go home
on a lady's money!

First time I've
ever been turned down

when I asked a man
to leave with me.

I didn't say I
wouldn't leave with you,

I just said not on your money.

(laughing)

Maybe I'll get lucky and
I lose so we can leave.

All right, there.

(laughing)

We lose.
We lose.

Hey, Toni. Take a look at this.

What is it?

Stetson.

A man who is the
manager of a casino

whose credit has been cutoff,

there's only one problem.

Money.

That's my business.

While I don't have
unlimited resources,

I might be able to help you.

Let's get to the bottom line.

Okay, I need money.

What have I got that you want?

I'm looking for a man.

A very important man.

A Russian.

How much money?

Sufficient.

I'll be back in a minute.

All right.

I think I may know the
man you're looking for.

If you can tell me his name,

we can deal.

Nikolaeff.

We deal.

You're wanted in the
office, Mr. Stetson.

Nina: Ready?

Sorry, Nina. Tell the
Baron it could've been fun.

Keep moving.

You take the right,
I've got the left!

Wheel's rigged, it's crooked!

Oh!

-What the hell's going on here?
-Stetson, the manager.

We've gotta get him out of here.

Which one is he?

I don't see him.

(gasps)

Nina: Alec, look out!

-Thank you.
-(Nina screams)

(sirens blare)

(screams)

(whistles blowing)

Morning.

Oh, Mr. Franklin. You've run
into some excitement, I see.

Oh! That's one
way of putting it.

Has Mr. Senyonov come in?

Oh, no, his key
is still there.

Well, ask him to call me
as soon as he does, will you?

-Of course.
-Right, thanks.

(music plays over radio)

Please, close the door.

It's drafty.

(laughs)

Drafty.

I wonder why they bother
with locks in this hotel.

(laughs) It only
took a hairpin.

Thought I'd give you
a chance to thank me.

Nuits Saint Georges?

Nuits Saint Georges.

Nina, it's three AM

It's been a tough day,

and it's going to be
a tough day tomorrow.

Now, do we play
question and answer,

or did the Baron make you
an offer I can't match?

I came here on my own.

It's strictly between the sexes:

you and me, me and you.

You and me, huh?

I may not be an angel,

but I'm not a liar.

(laughs)

Radio presenter: And now,
for the latest news.

Good morning, Iran.

The Middle East peace
conference starts tomorrow,

on Keesh Island, as planned.

Over 600 delegates representing
46 countries will participate.

The first dignitaries,
from Bahrain, Qatar,

Sudan, and Kuwait, arrived
yesterday at Teheran airport.

Large scale security measures
are in effect on the island,

and in Teheran.

Ayatollah Khomeini, in
Paris, is threatening

to disrupt, at all costs, the
conference on Keesh Island--

It's no time for news, now.

Whose side are you on?

My own.

721, please.

(knock on door)

Coming.

Where is Konstantine?

Please, don't mar
his beautiful body.

(gasps)

Easy, easy, easy.

You're welcome, darling.

What have you done
with Konstantine?

What's your connection
with Konstantine?

Who the hell are you?

Oh, I know you.
The electronics expert

he brought with him.
A-ha.

Did he tell you that?

No, they cabled
me from Moscow.

Now, listen, I've been
trying to find Konstantine

since I got in last night.

He's missing, isn't he?

Yes.

His bed wasn't slept in.

In the last conversation we had,

he said he would
keep an eye on you.

I haven't seen him since he
left the casino last night,

with someone we both
wanted to talk to.

Both wanted to talk to?

That's right, that
missing missile of yours

affects both our
national securities.

We decided to pool our efforts.

But you are an American.

Terrific.

And now, we're playing
on the same team.

May I?

I'm Galina Fedorovna.

Galina, Konstantine and
I have different flags,

but our schools are the same.

Now, would you go to your
room and wait for me?

I think I know where we
can find Konstantine.

Put the gun away, stick
to electronics, will you?

You pick some strange friends.

No, I'm getting the feeling

some strange friends
are picking me.

Let's go back to bed.

Hey, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait,

we can't do that.

I have a wonderful idea.

Why don't we fly to
Istanbul for a few days?

Istanbul, huh?

No, now, listen...

...how about
the island of Phoenix?

Phoenix? There's never
anything going on in Phoenix.

It's the dullest place I know.

It might not be
after tomorrow morning.

We'll have fun. I promise you.

Oh, you promise, do you, huh?

What did the Baron promise
you for last night?

He suggested I
meet you. That's all.

What happened is because
I wanted it to happen.

Oh, that's a nice
performance, Nina.

Did he turn you on
to Lee Atwood, too?

Atwood? Who's he?

Oh, just somebody your
playmates put a bullet into.

Before they tossed
him in for a swim.

Believe me, I don't
know anything about that.

How about the man I was
with last night, Konstantine?

Time is running out,
Nina, Iran is smoldering,

and all hell is
about to break loose!

-Well?
-Nothing.

Konstantine is a clam.

He just passed out again.

Is that so?

The boys are still okay.

Well, I'm gone for 20 minutes.

I spent 10 years teaching you,
but then you stupidly tried

to pull them off on
someone in the carpet club?

Couldn't you wait?

Until he was outside?

I think Nina was right.
You don't have it.

Did she get back yet?

No.

But I wouldn't say she was
exactly helpful last night.

She's much smarter
than all of you,

at least she knew she
couldn't get anything

out of someone with
a cracked skull.

Now we have to know

if that Russian got
anything out of Stetson...

...that could have been
passed on.

There wasn't time for
Stetson to tell him anything.

It took three of us
to nail Konstantine.

By that time, Stetson was gone.

Ten seconds would
have been enough!

Toni, so help me,

if you cost me that
mountain of gold--

A rabbit like
Stetson won't stay--

You never know what
a scared man will do.

But let's try that
Russian clam again.

(water splashing)

Why make it rough on
yourself, Senyonov?

Nikolaeff recognized you.

That defecting traitor.

Look at the man this way:

a brilliant scientist who
also happens to like money.

Is that your
excuse for living?

Money?

What did Stetson tell you?

Does Franklin have
any other man in town?

You're a fool.

A Russian agent, and yet
you're willing to let

an American agent
steal your missile.

You will talk.

You may as well kill me now.

Dying isn't going
to be that easy.

Look.

He lost three fingers and
half a palm in a fight,

and I improved on nature.

Behind this rubber glove,
there is Swedish steel

where there used
to be human tissue.

Oh no, not for you. That
would be the easy way.

We'll try the hard way.

Interesting, isn't it?

Tough enough to
penetrate metal,

or play with flesh, or bones,

depending on how he feels
or what I order him to do.

Think about it.

You have 20 minutes.

Well, Nina.

Call him off.

Stop.

Against the wall.

Bring him out.

Who?

Oh, save your
games for the casino.

Glanert!

Just take it out of there
and put it on the floor,

then kick it over
here nice and easy.

There are times to be a hero.

This is not the one.

I want Konstantine
in here, now.

Get him.

And Glanert.

Nothing funny, or
he dies laughing.

I guess you are
the altruistic type

that can't be bought.

You talk too much.

-Galina?
-Alec?

Alec: In here.

The gun.

What took you so long?

All right, let's
get out of here.

Move him away from that door.

Over this way.

Behind you!

(gunshots)

Alec!

(gunshots)

Move!

You just had to
raise your voice!

Anything but let
him in the door.

With a gun to my head?

I heard when he had a gun at
your head you weren't so brave.

Don't ever talk
to me that way.

And don't take out
your failures on me!

Failure?

Whatever you're into,
it's obviously coming apart.

That's failure, isn't it?

Failure means losing,
and I'm going to win.

Are you sure Franklin
didn't say anything?

You can lead a man to bed,

but that doesn't
guarantee he'll talk.

I have told you that.

What about this morning?

Phone calls? Visitors?

Nina: A visitor.

Anyone interesting?

A woman. I think
her name was Galina.

I overheard something
about a missile.

What the hell is it all about?

Anything else?

You may leave now.

Toni!

I want Franklin and Senyonov,

and I want that woman, Galina.

And I want Stetson!

Walking or laid out, I want him.

I want him now.

And, Toni.

If Nikolaeff is ready, I
want to move up the schedule.

And if possible, Toni,

I want Franklin alive.

I want to teach that
pig what it means

to put his filthy hand on me.

Hey, slow it down,
slow it down, will you?

We don't want the police.

What did you get out of Stetson?

Plenty.

Yeah?

Galina?

Galina: Yes?

Nikolaeff is here.

He's working for the Baron.

Who's Nikolaeff?

Galina: Before he
defected, he was our

top remote control specialist.

Developed our newest
guided missile.

Galina...

...what's the effective
range of that missile?

Forget politics. Answer him.

A low flying missile.

Special attack warhead,
first developed

by new propelling charge.

Maximum operative range,
120 kilometers.

Low cruising ability, 70 miles.

It was confidential, you
know, Comrade Semyonov.

Seventy miles.

All right, the range
might be only 70 miles,

but the target has to be
the conference at Keesh.

And Keesh is only 15
miles from where the

Savatz River empties
into the Persian Gulf.

And Nikolaeff's specialty is?

Remote control.

Now all we have to
do is figure out how.

Boat, plane,
submarine, what? What?

Stetson knows.

We've got to find him.

Yeah.

How'd you find
time to manage that?

I'm a Russian, remember?

We haven't got much time.

There are riots, demonstrations,

huge religious uprisings.

We've gotta move fast.

Alec: Well, here we are.

(doorbell rings)

Yes?

Konstantine: The girl
who works at the casino,

is she here?

Woman: No, she is not.

She gave me this last night.

May I come in?

Business?

Konstantine: In a
manner of speaking.

If we are speaking
of the same thing,

it's business.

If not....

We're speaking of money.

For what?

Konstantine: Information.
I must talk to Stetson.

I don't know anything.

Please. I have to find Stetson.

I need your help.

Just his address.
That's all I want.

1244 Hafez Avenue.

Thank you.

(footsteps fade away)

(car engine revs)

Last minute checks.

Problems?

Not a one.

You've done well,
Dr. Nikolaeff.

You've lived up to
your reputation.

Thank you, Baron.

Eight hours?

According to the master board,

it should be a few minutes less.

I would like to start now.

With the missile on
deck in broad daylight?

(laughs)

Of course not, I
was thinking aloud.

Hmm.

Speaking as a scientist,

all the newly designed
equipment is destroyed

when the boat disintegrates.

Perhaps you would
rather be on it,

operating it manually.

I also was thinking aloud.

I must commend you, Baron.
Your plan is brilliant.

The missile hits, explode
the boat, no evidence.

Nothing but retaliation
on both sides.

Truly brilliant.

We load a few
minutes before dark.

That puts the impact
schedule back from seven

to four in the morning!

The three hours do not matter.

The assumption is the same,
an attack on the conference.

I have to go over that.
Things are getting close.

Nikolaeff: Expecting
trouble, Baron?

Doesn't matter. Nothing
can stop us. We can't lose.

Think of it, Doctor.

The enormity of what we
are going to accomplish.

I understand Mr.
Stetson has disappeared.

Not for long.

Unless he's stopped breathing.

Konstantine, watch out!

(gunfire)

Galina, out of the car.

(gunfire)

George: Toni, Ringo, get
in the car. I'll cover you.

(sirens blare)

That's it.

The department will
never believe this.

Alec Franklin in an Iranian jail

with two Russian agents
and a felony charge.

I would think between
the Russian Embassy and the

America Embassy, we should
be out of here by now.

I don't think my home
office is going to be

very happy with me.

I didn't even check
in with my ambassador.

And if we're not out
of here soon, Alec,

-I wouldn't worry about it.
-Yeah.

(door unlocking)

Captain.

I like your rooms
at the hotel better.

The rates here are far less.

(laughs)

This way, please.

Would you believe this?

Did it ever occur
to either of you

to come to us for help?

You are registered
at your embassies

with our government.

There are certain
matters I cannot discuss--

You are looking for Stetson.

And you, Atwood's death,

why didn't you come to us?

Because they told me you
said he died in a robbery.

Do you have information
contrary to that?

I'm certain that the
Baron was behind it.

The Baron?

Yes.

Can you prove it?

Alec: No.

We think we can.

Do you know where Stetson is?

We are completely
familiar with his habits.

His women, and the
places that he frequents.

We think the
Baron killed Atwood,

and Stetson knows about it.

Will you get us out of
here and help us find him?

I'm sorry, but this is a
matter for our State Department.

Please, it's a matter
of great urgency.

Any contact with
the State Department

would only delay us.

And any delay could be fatal.

What we're talking
about is the possibility

of an international
confrontation.

Please. You must believe us.

For your two countries
to be working together,

I must believe you.

I think I know where we
can find Mr. Stetson.

* (Middle Eastern music plays)

Stetson?

(speaking Farsi)

What's the matter, you
don't want to make love?

I've got big trouble, baby.

By now, everybody's
looking for me.

The police, the Baron, the CIA.

Even Russian Intelligence.

Well, they won't
look for you here.

Don't count on that.

As soon as it gets dark,
I've gotta clear out.

That means goodbye, baby.

In my country
there is a custom.

If a man must go away,
his woman dances for him.

And then they make much love.

It's a nice custom.

If you had thought about it,

you'd realize that we Iranians

are just as interested in
what's going on as you are.

Our country is in the middle
of the mid-east powder keg.

Unfortunately, up till now,

we didn't know
what was going on.

And the Ayatollah's about
to light the fuse

any minute if we don't
stop Stetson and the Baron.

Konstantine: Would you mind
telling us where we're going?

Lately, Stetson
has been seeing a lot

of a local village girl.

For somebody on the run,

her house is a
perfect place to hide.

* (Middle Eastern music plays)

(boat engine approaches)

Stetson: Get moving, or
I'll blow your head off.

It's Stetson. He's
making a run for it!

Stetson: Faster! Faster!

(gunshots)

Alec: Give me your hand.

Let's spread out. I don't
care about the others.

We've got to get
Stetson before they do,

and shut his mouth for good.

I'll take my men
and head that way,

and try to get behind them.

Remember, Stetson
is no good to us dead.

Oh, I understand.

(speaks Farsi)

All right, we'd
better split up too,

Rosetti can't cover us all.

Galina.

(cows mooing)

I'll go on this way,
you try over there.

(gunshots)

Come on.

(gunshot)

(cows mooing)

(gunshots)

Wait here.

Hold it.

Move. Come on.

Come on. Move.

(gasps)

(door creaks)

This way.

(dog barking)

(gunshots)

Stay here.

(gasping)

Stetson.

(struggling)
You're the American.

Ringo always was
partial to that....

We'll get you to a doctor,
you're going to be all right.

Yeah, for a funeral.

We need your help.

We have to find Nikolaeff
and the missile.

All right, Stetson, you're
dying and you know it.

Now, you don't owe
the Baron anything.

Listen. And there isn't
any time for questions.

Okay.

An Iranian vessel has entered
the launch area, professor.

Professor:
That ship's within 40 miles.

Turn right.

Turning right.

Activate the firing antenna.

Antenna operating.

Excellent.

Tide's holding.

We'll be in position
on schedule.

Target pickup, then
the final countdown.

(machinery)

Everything's on schedule.

It's going exactly as planned,

it's only a matter of minutes.

You seem troubled.

I didn't know what
you were into, until....

Rex, when the
retaliation starts,

what about all those people?

Nina, the world never changes.

The strong survive
and the weak...

...does anyone really care?

Wait here.

We are close!

(gunfire)

Baron, what's going on?

No need to worry.

They'll never get through
the bullet proof glass.

(gunfire)

(screams)

(gunfire)

(screams)

Professor: Start final check.

Man: Final check
complete, professor.

Professor: Missile on target.
Ready to fire.

(door opens)

Baron: Toni. Get her.

-Alec?
-(gunshot)

Baron: Fire!

Alec: Hold it!

Get away from there.

Fire!

(gunshot)

Galina?

Take care of it.

Get her.

Alec: Hold it!

I wouldn't.

You're bluffing.

Try me.

(gasps)

(gunshots)

Galina.

Now move away from there.

(beeping)

Alec, it's on automatic.

All I can do is explode it!

How much time?

(beeping intensifies)

Ten seconds.

Explode it.

Something has
been puzzling me.

Those last few minutes,

would you have shot the Baron?

Galina, now that
you're one of us,

I've got to tell you.

A pro would never ask
a question like that.

You know, something's
been puzzling me, Galina.

How certain were you that you
were pushing the right button?

Mr. Franklin. A pro would
never ask a question like that.

(laughing)

Konstantine:
Where to now, Alec?

Ah, recalled to Washington.

Seems a certain ambassador
in Teheran doesn't like

his legal attachés
taking delays en route.

But you know what?

I'm going to take one anyway.

I'll see you.