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Good afternoon, Mr Briggs.

Two espionage groups
from an enemy country

are engaged in a power struggle
which has focused on the problem

of which group will assassinate
this man, Professor Napolsky,

who recently defected to us.

In six days, the professor must appear

at a scientific conference
where he will be an open target.

This is Andrei Fetyukov,

the number one assassin
for the new young civilian group

which the Secretary considers
far more dangerous

than the old-line
military intelligence service

represented by this man,
Colonel Shtemenko.

Mr Briggs, your mission,
should you decide to accept it,

would be to stop the assassination

in such a way as to totally
discredit Fetyukov and his organisation,

so that the old group, which we find
easier to handle, will remain in power.

As always, should you or any of your
IM Force be caught or killed,

the Secretary will disavow
any knowledge of your actions.

Please dispose of this recording
in the usual manner.

Good luck, Dan.

Andrei Fetyukov.

And your job, Cinnamon,

is to convince the man within six days

that you've fallen in love with him.

That shouldn't be too difficult.
He's very, very attractive.

And looks like he knows it, too.

And he also knows that you're an agent
whose job it is to protect the professor.

- Well, how does he know that?
- I made sure that he learnt it.

And that you know who and what he is.

But why, Dan?

Because I don't underestimate him,
and don't you.

The man is good. Too clever for me
to be certain that I can control

whatever assassination plan
he comes up with.

The only plan I'm sure I can handle
is the one we provide him.

- And I'm that plan?
- Yes.

You've got to make him believe

that you're his best way
to the professor.

Wait a minute, Dan.
If he's all that clever,

isn't he going to smell a trap,
suspect something? Ignore me?

There's one more thing he knows.

His own cleverness.
His own attractiveness.

I read the man
as an enormous show-off,

supreme egotist, and I'm betting
that he can't turn down a challenge,

especially one from a beautiful woman.

Looks like a pretty interesting challenge
for me, too.

It's a lot more than that.

Fetyukov has left quite a trail
behind him, 30 people dead.

Many of them agents,
most of them women.

You still want the job?

Where will you and Barney be?

Not close.

We'll have our hands full
with the old-timer, Shtemenko.

My spy's prettier than your spy.

And much more difficult to handle.
These two are arch rivals.

Sooner or later the good colonel
will start getting in the way.

It will be my job to take him
out of the picture.

Where will Barney be?

He'll be staying at the hotel
with the professor.

I'll be there in time for the kill.

I see.

- You two are the trap.
- Yes.

Why?

Well, I thought I was the trap,

but I'm not.

I'm the cheese.

You don't mind, do you?

- What did you say your name was?
- I didn't think I did.

Andrei Fetyukov.

- Mine's Cinnamon.
- Cinnamon?

Is that some kind of medicine?

No, it's a spice.

Could you get rid of your date?

- I couldn't possibly do that.
- Of course you could.

Be nice to a foreigner.

Well, here we are.

Thank you for lending me
this exquisite creature.

It seems more of a gift
than a loan, comrade.

Henry.

- Heading for the library?
- Yes.

Give him a few minutes.

Here.

Tell me, please.
Are you sure I cannot be of some help?

No, sir. Not at the moment.

But there must be something I can do.

I assure you, young man,
it gets rather boring just to stand about

waiting for someone to come
to try to assassinate you.

All right. Have you ever wired
photoelectric equipment?

- No, but I'm sure I could learn.
- Fine.

Take all these.

- I don't care what you...
- You can't talk in here...

And that's not all! I'm not accepting
your apology, young man.

Enough! Enough!

Gentlemen,

there are guests inside this consulate.

Please sit down
and calm yourself, Colonel.

You'll have another heart attack
and for what?

The job of assassinating the professor

was assigned to my group
when he defected.

The order has been revoked.

And we have an excellent plan.

Old-fashioned, outdated,
from World War I.

Andrei, you know you do get to be
too much sometime.

Look, Gregori, there are
two approaches to this assassination.

Either one waits and does it
during the conference which is crude.

Leads to jail
and international repercussions.

Or one picks the man beforehand
and quietly...

Impossible!
I appeal to you, Comrade Suverin,

we have a very simple,
unspectacular plan

which requires one inexpensive bullet.

"Unspectacular" is an understatement.

Why don't you lurk at the entrance
to the conference hall

and when he arrives, you throw
an inexpensive brick at his head?

- You...
- All right, all right!

Sit down!
I've had enough from both of you.

Well, please come in.

Oh, forgive me.
I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Oh, not at all.

Excuse me, this...
But, of course, you know Andrei.

Excuse me.

Anything wrong?

No, no, it's just that my escort...
I think he's had one too many to drink

and I thought that you might...

And you want me
to give him a bloody nose.

No, nothing as serious as that.
I just thought that maybe you would...

You like me.

You don't have to be so blunt.

- My cigarettes, please?
- Excuse me?

- I gave them to you while we danced.
- Oh, yes. Yes.

Yes.

Lovely reception.

- Thank you very much.
- Oh, please, thank you.

And I'm very pleased
that you could come.

Insanity. Simple insanity.
To play games with foreign agents

just because you have a reputation
for being a lady-killer.

Oh, Colonel!

Remember what I said.

Stay out of this.

We shall see. Power is as power does.

Andrei, why do you complicate matters
for yourself?

You know, I'm trying to be impartial,
in your favour of course,

but you make things difficult for me.
Now, do not antagonize him.

Leave him to me
and you go about your business.

He doesn't worry me.

She is the one that has me perplexed.

But why?

- She's obvious enough.
- Much too obvious.

She's much too clever

to have done a thing like that

without a reason.

- That's interesting.
- Yes.

But,

- I think it's going to be rather fun.
- Fun?

You may have to kill her.

I know.

Waiting for me here alone?

- Yes.
- Good.

Shall we go?

Listen, as long as it is going to be
the two of us,

why can't it just be the two of us?

You lose something, son?

Yes, a girl.

Where I come from they say
a new one comes along every minute.

They don't make them like this one
where you come from, Colonel.

Very good, Barney. For an amateur.

I thought it showed
a definite eye for composition.

- Very impressive.
- See?

But why all this elaborate nonsense?

Isn't it enough these days simply
to catch a man with a gun in his hand?

Yes,

but aside from the fact
that we want to protect you

we want to make this man look
as bad as we can,

and pictures of a spy walking into a trap
can be quite condemning.

Very American.

Public relations.

Yes, sir.

Tell me, please. I'm mildly curious.

What are both my assassins doing?

- Fetyukov is with Miss Carter.
- Is she safe?

No.

And the other? The old terrorist?

Well, let's see.

- Hello?
- Hello. Colonel Shtemenko?

Well, no.

You must have the wrong room, son.

I'm terribly sorry, Mr Kincaid.
I understand completely.

Goodbye, sir.

Please don't.

What a discredit you are to your nation.

No politics. We agreed, remember?

Though I mean it.

After the conference,
I will have to go back home

and tell all my journalist comrades
the truth about those beautiful,

but glacial, American fashion models.

You can title it,
"The Ice Age in North America."

Exactly!

My first victory.

But you didn't win.

We're playing American rules.
Two out of three.

You know, it's cheating.

Two days now
that we've been seeing each other

day and night
and not one simple friendly kiss.

Outrageous.

- I know I'm not unattractive.
- No, you're not.

- Is it simply because I'm the enemy?
- Don't be silly.

You distrust journalists?

- Well, I didn't want to say anything...
- Then I will defect!

From journalism.

You want to know the truth about me?

I'm only interested in the truth.

Well, it's just that I don't want to get
hung up on anyone. Not now.

"Hung up," I take it,

is a substitute phrase for being in love.

It's one of them.

I think it's a very bad one at that.

It tells a story.

So you were in love once
and you got hurt.

I think I know that feeling.

- I doubt it.
- Why?

Happens to the most clever of us.

I suppose.

What was the man like?

He was a very charming louse.

Rather like you.

It's hard to describe him.
Impossible, in fact.

You had to be there.

Do you know I graduated
with honours in English

and I don't understand
half of what you say?

Well, it's just that I can't
tell you about him.

You just had to be there.

Now,

would you be so kind as to use
your rather limited vocabulary

to explain some of the situation
to a poor tourist?

Well, it's just that
when I was around him,

for no rational reason,
I could hear my heart beat.

Do you see how much better that is?

Yes, and that's exactly
why I can't get involved

in kissing games right now.

I suddenly find my hearing is very keen.

Besides, there's a plane leaving
in about two weeks

and you'll have to be on it.

We stipulated no mention
of assignment...

Okay. Okay.

Call me a coward.

This time I have to pass.

- What a shame.
- Why?

Did you see us
growing old and grey together?

No.

Still, one mustn't spend one's old age

thinking about what might have been.

You never give up, do you?

How insulted you would be if I did.

True.

Here.

What am I to do with these?

Help keep America clean.

Two points.

- Andrei...
- You talk too much.

We both talk too much.

- Andrei.
- Only one more.

Just to get the taste fixed in my mind.

Is that what is called
American know-how?

I suppose so.

You know, with a little help
I could learn to like America.

How did you obtain this recording?

- By being "crude" and "old-fashioned."
- Shtemenko.

"World War I."

The man is preparing to defect.
All the signs are there.

I am sending a letter home
by courier tonight.

You are no longer simply a pest,
you are now becoming dangerous

to the success
of this whole assignment.

I am willing to go even further.

I believe that Fetyukov
has pointed me out to the Americans

out of his desperation and fear
that he might fail

and I might succeed.

- Paranoid.
- No.

- Yes.
- No, no, no, no.

Look, I have been in the business
for 30 years.

And right now I have a feeling
that something is very wrong.

I am getting strange phone calls
and I know I am being watched.

Colonel Shtemenko...

Must be getting very tired.

He's not that young and the three of you
have been keeping late hours.

- The three of us?
- Yes.

Haven't you seen
Shtemenko following you?

No.

Well, he has been.

- How do you know?
- Because I've been following him.

We're doing good with the old colonel.

He's pretty agitated with the two of you
and the fact that his cover's blown.

I make my move tonight.

- I see. The honeymoon is over.
- Yes.

Are you set to turn the corner
with Fetyukov?

- Of course.
- You sure?

Well, I said so. What's the matter?

Nothing with me.

You wouldn't by any chance
be getting caught up

in your own performance?

- You mean falling for him?
- Yes.

No.

Because if it slipped your mind,

he's killed 30 people.

I wouldn't want you to be 31.

What's wrong, Andrei?

Nothing. Let's go inside.

Come on.

Good evening.

Don't you remember me?

Look here, mister.
I don't know what you all are after,

but you been following me around
for days and I wish you'd cut it out.

I know who you are,
Colonel Shtemenko.

So you can drop the accent.
It's not too good anyway.

I know what you are and what you want.

I'll kill the professor for you.

What makes you think I can afford
to believe that sort of thing?

Any solution that arrives so neatly
and so conveniently

- must obviously be some sort of trap.
- What possible trap?

I'm not going to tell you
where the professor is hidden.

I do the killing, you need know nothing
and do nothing, except pay.

- Who are you?
- Mr Jones will do.

Of course, Mr Jones.

No, I mean, where do you fit in?

I see you escort an American agent
to our consulate.

I might infer that you are one yourself.

Infer whatever you want.

You might even have as an assignment
the protection of the professor.

Suppose that were true.

Well, then why would you
want to kill him?

For a very pure and simple motive.

Profit and a very sizeable one.

No. You must have
more reason than that.

If I were to tell you that I want out
from this ungrateful business,

would you believe that?

That, I would believe.

- The money.
- Let's come to it.

$50,000.

- I can buy 10 killings for that money.
- Certainly.

But I know where they're hiding
the professor and you don't.

- $5,000?
- Stop it.

$10,000.

I'll meet you here tomorrow night.
$50,000 or nothing.

I can't raise that kind of money.

I'm sorry, but $22,000
is all we could credit you with.

Thank you.

Might I have the list of the guests
at the reception the other night?

Certainly.

Let me see. Here we...

- Good afternoon, Andrei.
- Gregori.

Hello again, Colonel.
I have missed you, you know.

You haven't followed me
since last night.

Leave him alone.

Our good friend has just informed us
that he is leaving the firm.

- What?
- Yes. At any rate,

- thank you and goodbye.
- Good luck, my friend.

- Goodbye to you.
- Goodbye, Shtemenko.

- And good luck in all your operations.
- Thank you.

And just remember the old saying,

"That before the gods destroy a man
they first make him vain."

- You asked to see me?
- Yes.

- What for?
- What's going on, Andrei?

Ask Shtemenko.
He's been following me ever since...

Yes, yes, and he's not
anybody's kind of fool,

no matter what you think.

You wouldn't be stalling by any chance,
would you, Andrei?

- What do you mean?
- Because it's been five days now.

Perhaps you are growing
to like this woman.

Perhaps even more than like.

No, I said $50,000.

- I could raise $22,000?
- No.

Mr Jones,
$22,000 is a great deal of money.

Not enough.

- I'd pay more, but I can't get it.
- I said no.

Even if I didn't get caught,
I'd be canned for negligence

and $22,000 isn't enough
to start me in a new career.

- But, Mr Jones, I can't raise any more.
- Forget it.

- Hank? Hank Clarke?
- No, you've got the wrong man, mister.

Yes, sir.
Mr Clarke's in Room 304 and 305.

- 304 and 305.
- Yes, sir.

- Thank you, son.
- You're welcome.

Turn it down a little. You'll wake him up.

Relax. He's sound asleep in there.

And I was the one that was talking
about the gods making a man vain.

It may not be as bad
as you think, Colonel.

No, no. No more deals.
Not with you, my friend.

I know when I'm finished.

- All right, Barney.
- Wait.

Wait. What are you proposing?

We wouldn't have
bothered about you at all

if you weren't standing in the way
of the man we really want to catch.

You mean, I'm not even
important enough to catch anymore?

Now that I've got these pictures of you,
I could ruin you with them.

I don't want to do that if I don't have to.

- Fetyukov is the man I want.
- Fetyukov? Go on.

Here's an airline ticket.
A free ride out of here

compliments of Uncle Sam.

Some friends of mine
expect to see you board the plane.

If they call and report they saw you go,
I'll tear up the negatives.

Do it. A man your age has no business
running around doing this kind of work.

You mean I'm free to go anywhere
just like that?

Yes. I wouldn't waste any time
getting to the airport if I were you.

And you give me your word
that the negatives will be destroyed?

Well, if you don't come back
to the United States,

- why should we bother? Retire.
- I will.

What a filthy way it is
to spend a life like this.

Really, Mr Briggs,
you were very transparent.

Let's hope it was transparent enough.

Why so sad?

You haven't said a word all night.

Anything bothering you?

- Yes.
- Care to tell me what it is?

I'm afraid it's too complicated.

I think I know what it is.

Of course you do, but, you know,
we agreed not to talk about it.

Sooner or later, you knew we would.

- Are you expecting anyone?
- No.

You'd better see who it is.

- How stupid do you think I am?
- Andrei?

That I'm not even clever enough
to figure out who set me up.

Shtemenko, what are you doing here?

Kindly Americans.
"Go home! We like you, we let you go."

What contempt for me you must have
to be so obvious!

I don't know what you're talking about.

Back out there on the terrace.

Colonel, I have no intentions
of being pushed off that terrace.

Primarily not by a senile old fool
who thinks that I turned him in!

All right. I'll let you have it here.

Now, you want to play games?

Andrei!

Now get out. Get out!

Go back home and tell them
what a complete jackass

you made out of yourself.
You useless old slob!

You and I make a good team, dear.

Thank you for what you did.

Well, the nice thing about scenes
like this, they'll clear the air.

Indeed they do.

Now where does that leave us?

Working each other, darling.

- Right?
- Right.

Now,

you were supposed to lead me
into a trap. Correct?

And you failed.

It's not your fault.
You ruined it for both of us.

Why did you just risk your life like that?

I wish I knew.

- Come here, I'll show you.
- No.

- Come here.
- No, Andrei.

They say if you tell a lie often enough,

convincingly enough,

you begin to live that lie.
It becomes the truth.

It's over, Andrei. I failed, you failed.
We've all failed.

Cinnamon, you saved my life. Why?

Did you really kill all those people?

How many did they tell you?

Thirty.

Enemies of my country. Agents

like you.

And were most of them women like me?

Women,

yes.

Not like you.

Good.

He's fast asleep.

Well, Shtemenko's problem is solved.

The reason he didn't get on that plane
is because he's dead.

- Killed himself?
- Heart attack.

- Now, Barney, there's another problem.
- What's that?

I have a feeling that something
may have gone wrong with Cinnamon.

- Do you think it's possible that...
- Not a chance.

- She'll pull it off.
- Of course she will.

Cinnamon, I would like
to tell you something,

- but I know that you won't believe me.
- I won't.

You've been too convincing
a liar all week.

Now wait a minute, you haven't been
so unconvincing either, you know.

- At least I wasn't lying last night.
- Did you get the impression that I was?

Did you?

Anyway, what I've been trying to tell you
is that during the last days

- I learnt to appreciate your country...
- Now wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Let me stop you.
You're going to do your act now,

you're going to tell me
you want to defect...

Well, why shouldn't I?

- Don't waste your time.
- Why shouldn't I?

Back home,
I am what they nervously refer to

as a "spy with a short tail."

- What does that mean?
- That means no children,

no mother, no relatives,
no one that they can threaten me with.

Don't you understand?

All I have to do is cross the line,
I'm a free man.

Why should I risk my neck? What for?

- For your country.
- For my country.

I've never done anything for anybody.

Only for myself.

- That's not about to change, is it?
- I won't pretend that it will,

but try to look at it
from an objective point of view.

How much better with my talents
could I do over here?

If I got bored I could even become
a double agent.

Now, you know that would
appeal to me, don't you?

- That would be just your cup of tea.
- That's right.

Anyway, at least I have been trying
to be honest with you.

I know that you are probably
much too cynical and much too bitter

to believe that I do love you.

I am.

So there we are, aren't we?

Sad, isn't it?

Andrei!

Don't go near that conference hall.
They'll kill you.

I have no intentions
of going near the place.

As far as I am concerned,
anyone who defects to this country

is no longer to be considered a traitor.
He is simply using his head.

I'm sorry you don't want me.

I'm sure your government will.

Where are you going?

I am going to seek refugee
in the Austrian Embassy, I think.

They serve those wonderfully tasty
breakfast cakes over there.

You'll hear from me.

Andrei. Please, you don't have to go.
I'll arrange it. Stay here.

Why should I stay?

Because Shtemenko left here
with murder in his eyes.

Relax. The gun is right there.

Goodbye.

Please.

All right.

What do you want me to do?

Stay here. Lock the door.
I'll send somebody for you.

I love you.

I love you.

Anything?

Nothing. She doesn't answer.

Something must have gone wrong.

- Yes?
- Dan, it's me. Open up.

Look, I'm sorry to come here,
but something's happened.

- Now keep your voice down.
- Dan, there's no need.

I've got something to tell you,
but you don't tell me I'm crazy.

He's at the apartment now,
and he wants to come over to our side.

Come over to our side?
Did he follow you here?

No, of course not!

I just called you there.
There was no answer.

Dan, if you'll just listen to me,
you'll understand.

- There's no need now for any more...
- Dan.

Don't move.

Just put your hands up, all of you.

What is...

Andrei.

- Cinnamon.
- Don't try me. I warn you.

I warn you.

Cinnamon, I will pull this trigger without

blinking.

I know.

Very good.

When did you do that?

Between kisses.

Wait a minute, Barney!

Andrei, I just want to say,
I hope they print 500 of these

and scatter them across the lawns
of every embassy from here to Peking.

What is it that hath no fury
like a woman scorned?

Let's go.

I want to thank you very much,
Miss Carter.

Had I known two years ago
when I defected,

how American woman
was so self-sufficient and clever

I might never have come here at all.

You're welcome, Professor.
Enjoy the conference.

Thank you very much.

And I want to thank you too, Mr Briggs.

You know, I must admit,

I did not always believe
you knew what you were doing.

You're not the only one, sir.

These Americans. Incredible!

Tell me.

You knew he'd follow you over here,
didn't you?

Sure.

What was all that wild talk
when you came in?

That was for his benefit.

He had to know what room we were in
and I couldn't tell him.

If I haven't told you before,
I want to tell you now,

I think you're a pretty talented liar.

The best.

I owe you an apology.

I lost confidence there a moment or two.

I thought Fetyukov
might have gotten to you.

I took the bullets, didn't I?

Yes, you did.

Besides, you just can't explain it.

You just had to be there.

That's all.