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[music playing]

[horse neighing]

[horse neighing]

[murmuring]

[car engine starting]

[inaudible]

You see, that's the placewhere I'm going to retire,

enjoying life with my wife and kids.

And you, where will you escape to?

There's a small square inParis, a little cafe table

that gets the morning sun.

That's where you find me.

[inaudible].

[laughs]

Yes, possibly.

My retirement is still a long way off.

Mother's dream for an ambassador.

Checked my mother'sCanadian pension, my friend.

John, sorry, people think youdeserve more than a small cafe

table in Paris.

Aloysha, what's this?

You want to turn into a spy?

Hear me out, John.

I can see the headlines now--

Canadian ambassador retiresto Paris on Moscow gold.

We want to help you.

We know certain things.

Who's we?

Your colleagues at the university or the KGB?

The Americans are aware of your indiscretions

in this country.

Indiscretions?

[horse neighing]

I think I'll stretch my legs.

[laughs]

[gunfire]

What are you telling them?

[laughter]

[laughter]

[laughter]

[laughter]

What the hell was your plan, to shoot

every man, woman, and child?

Those gypsies are not good Soviets.

Where did you learn Romani?

Why does a history professor carry a gun?

You know, there is a storyI've always wanted to tell you,

my dear ambassador.

It's about Canadian wilderness.

You know that naturedemands a constant battle

between the predator and prey.

[rushing water]

You brought Dad through here in a kayak?

I know you blame me.

It was a heart attack.

He drowned.

His blood pressure was sky-high.

Oh, Murray, dad was healthy.

I never saw him take any medication.

He decided not to.

How do you know?

Snooped through his journal.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't know about the trip.

Before, Murray!

I was ashamed, spying on my own dad.

The job's deformed me.

He wanted to die.

You should have told me.

[non-english]

Thank you.

Gromyko knows about "The Times" article.

Russians not to be trusted,so says Lester Pearson.

Canada has usually morepro-Soviet prime minister.

How is the Soviet Union to do business

with a man who today shakes my hand

and tomorrow stabs me in back.

The journalist who wrotethat article, Minister, worked

for the US State Department.

[inaudible].

Exactly.

My staff checked the story out.

And Mr. Pearson has never beeninterviewed by that reporter.

Oh, so, Ambassador Bohen,this is your free press,

a vehicle for CIA, da?

Minister, "The Times" is theworld's most prestigious daily.

According to Ambassador Watkins,

it employs men who are paid to lie.

You hardly expect me to stay silent,

Charles, when you use the American press

to malign my prime minister?

Malign?

Aren't we being a little paranoid, Ambassador?

Gentlemen.

So now you're in trouble with Americans?

But never mind.

You will always have friends in Soviet Union.

Well, friendship is a gift, Minister.

That's why my first loyalty is to my oldest

friend, Lester Pearson.

God knows I never had thedesire to be a diplomat.

I only became one because of him.

In politics, Ambassador, oneday a friend, next, problem.

Know Russian joke?

[laughter]

[laughter]

Here's to Canadian fairness.

Oh, it's a personal notefrom the prime minister.

Dear John, a note toremind you of your promise

to dine with Marion and I next week in Montreal.

Please phone me as soon as yourecover from your flight home.

Best wishes, Mike.

So you're asking me toarrest my own ambassador?

Moscow was the last straw.

Son of a bitch actually toldGromyko that Fields was CIA.

Mr. Angleton, I'm sureGromyko knows that Fields--

Then we've got your belovedprime minister, the god damned

Nobel laureate peacenik, whiningabout our nuclear weapons

program, telling anyonewho'll listen that Vietnam

is not worth one American life.

That foreign bastard commiesympathizer gets to decide

the price of an American life?

We got him elected.

We made Pearson.

First, this pinko has got to go--

KGB written all over his face.

Sir, we need a bigger reason than some gossip

at a Moscow reception.

David, meet Robert Madison, my go-to

man in special operations.

This is David Present, directorof the RCMP's KGB desk.

Explain to our Canadian guest why he

will arrest Ambassador Watkins.

Recognize these two men?

No.

KGB defectors.

Our initial interrogationof this one, Galytzin,

confirms that Watkins for several years

has been known inside theKGB as an agent of influence.

What could possibly be his motive?

Well, Galytzin saysWatkins is being blackmailed.

I've checked him out, so have the Brits.

The Brits?

Think I'm going to trust any Secret

Service that produces faggottraitors like Burgess,

Maclean, and Philby?

Philby as a ladies' man, sir.

You should know.

After all, he was your best friend

before he went over to the KGB.

I got two KGB defectivestelling me Watkins is suspect.

Now you pick him up andinterrogate the son of a bitch.

I'll have to do it my way.

Just get your polite Canadian ass back

to Ottawa and remind yourboss, Hayden, of the agreement

he has with the CIA.

The RCMP must act on any evidence

that reveals a securitythreat against either country.

I'll need some time.

I know you can make it happen.

We've invested so much faith in you, David.

So what are we waiting for, David?

The CIA to finishsqueezing two KGB defectors.

What do you think, Inspector Fletcher?

We know the CIA evidence is coming.

Let's go and get Ambassador Watkins now.

I think that's the last thing we should do.

Sir, with all due respect, at any moment,

Watkins could return to Paris.

Three hours later, he's sippingborscht with Khrushchev.

We'd lose him forever.

He's waiting to see the prime minister,

his closest friend and mentor.

He's not going anywhere.

Well, fine, but while wewait for the CIA, we arrest him

and interrogate him about the leaks.

Intelligence work is not about kicking down

doors and arresting people.

It's about setting the trap.

The CIA says he works for the KGB.

He might have a name,might even be in contact.

Even if a mole exists inside B operations,

KGB would never tellAmbassador Watkins who it was.

We need to do something different.

15 years, we haven't caught one spy.

Well, there was Morrison, Levy.

All walk-ins, David, low-level Soviet

rejects who turned themselves in before

we even knew they existed.

Sir, if we have even a suspicion of a mole,

waiting could be fatal.

Watkins might be tipped off.

We move now, pick up the ambassador,

and wait for the CIA documentation.

No.

We keep him under surveillance.

The CIA wants us to.

I'll be damned if I let the CIA

bully us into arresting our own ambassador

without any evidence.

Well, your way, David, and we lose him forever.

Sir, do you want to riskanother Herbert Norman suicide?

I'm sure no one here wants an ambassador's

corpse on their record.

OK, David, we'll wait for the CIA evidence.

Diane, you keep your eye on the ambassador.

I think that's the right way to go, sir.

But if and when we pick Watkins up,

I want Inspector Fletcherto lead the interrogation.

Fine with me.

That's all for now.

The inspector and I need to talk.

You won't regret this, sir.

But do I report to Present?

Present has right to be there.

But this time, you'll report directly to me.

And we'll see.

Meaning?

We need new blood at the top.

This is your chance, Diane.

Don't blow it.

[phone ringing]

SECRETARY: Good afternoon.

Prime minister's office.

Put me through to the prime minister, please.

SECRETARY: Oh, Mr.Ambassador, I'm sorry no one's

gotten back to you, sir.

There was some confusion when you called.

I've been calling all week.

SECRETARY: Yes, well, we've hadsome temporary staff in lately.

And things have been a bit difficult.

To your father, best ministerof health Alberta ever had.

I think he was happieras a simple country doctor,

you know?

Hm.

No, no, no.

You're going to need this one.

What's that?

You better sit down.

Prime minister has got a problem.

He gave it to our minister.

I have the solution.

You have to make it work.- OK.

Can we start with the problem?

The CIA wants the RCMP to detain Ambassador

John Watkins for interrogation.

What on earth for?

They believe he's working for the Soviets.

I was his third secretary in Moscow.

Watkins is no spy.

He was Pearson's right hand man.

Still is.

And normally speaking,the PM could handle this.

But with the cabinet scandals, the endless flag debate,

Herbert Norman's suicide--

What's Norman got to do with any of this?

The CIA can't forgivePearson for publicly supporting

Ambassador Norman and his refusal

to appear before McCarthy's witch hunt.

Because Pearson won't sacrifice

Canadian to the Americans, nowWatkins has to pay the price?

No, no, no.

Pearson wants him safe.

He just can't rescueanother Canadian ambassador.

Watkins is no traitor.

Well, in politics, perceptionis more important than reality.

So this is all about the upcoming elections?

The liberals will be destroyed,

Pearson's career finished.

And it's our job to make sureWatkins never gets picked up.

This is absolutely unacceptable.

SECRETARY: The primeminister has just left, sir.

But someone in his officewill call you early next week.

Next week?

SECRETARY: I'm afraid there's nothing more I

can do for you, Mr. Ambassador.

Please call again next week.

Oh, and Murray, the RCMP officer in charge

is your sister.

I want you to stay awayfrom her until this is over.

If she finds out, Watkins doesn't have a chance.

RADIO: --who is protestingthe Queen's visit to Quebec.

In the United States, it's been a year

since the JFK assassinationand the Warren Commission.

Look, Murray, I just want toapologize about the other day

at the rapids. I--

If they assign you the Watkinsinvestigation, don't take it.

What?

Two days ago your boss, Present,

asked us to send him every dispatch

Watkins ever sent from Moscow.

Don't do this to me, Murray.

You know I can't talk aboutintelligence operations.

They want to destroy Watkinsbecause of some CIA hunch.

I have to do my job quickly and efficiently.

No one even knows what Watkinsis being accused of, do they?

Dad's death is screwing up your perceptions.

How could Dad do this to me?

It wasn't suicide.

And this is not about Dad.

Right now, I have to find out what

the ambassador has or hasn't done,

then charge him or release him.It's that simple.

They want you to think it's simple.

You can't win, Diane.

If Watkins is foundinnocent, everyone associated

with the arrest will be purged.

And if something happens to theold guy under interrogation--

No.

They'll need a scapegoat.

I can take care of myself.

Yeah, great.

Yeah, great.

[car engine starting]

Did this collector really know art?

Or did he just see a good deal at $5 a crack?

Oh, my god, Murray Fletcher.

Yes, sir.

[chuckles]

Still enjoying your work overat externals spook section,

[chuckles] all thosedirty little secrets, eh?

I hear they're grooming you for first secretary.

Which embassy-- Rome, Paris?

Hm?

Oh, I take it our meetingwas not by chance.

I'm here to give you an unofficial message.

Well, then it must be bad news.

Not entirely.

You have a very powerful friendwho has made arrangements.

Ah-ha.

What does he want me to do?

Return to France immediately.

Go to your usual hotel on the Left Bank

and you will continue to receive full pay.

Do not allow yourself to speakto anyone in the department.

Do not allow yourself to speak to any official

from any government agency fromany country, including our own.

When things have died down, your retirement

will be quietly announced anda full pension put into effect.

Can I trust you, Murray?

You know you can, sir.

Air France 142 leavesfor Paris in three hours.

I'll accompany you to the airport.

[background voices]

Excuse me.

Could you prepare my bill, please?

Yes, sir.

[elevator bell]

Excuse me.

[door closing]

[gasping]

Oh, not now.

[gasping]

Yes, Inspector Diane Fletcher, please.

[elevator bell]

[phone ringing]

[honking]

Airport, please.

[tires squealing]

Other way.

Look here, this isn't the way.

This isn't the way.

Hey, what is this?

Mr. Ambassador, I'mInspector Diane Fletcher, RCMP.

For security reasons, I must ask you to come with me.

No.

It's essential I'm in Paris tomorrow.

I have an important meeting.

Everything is taken care of, sir.

You'll soon be on your way again.

This way.

Oh.

[thunder]

Let's empty his pockets.

Gee, I would love to getout of these wet clothes.

No, not those.

No, no, please, I need thosein case of an emergency.

Be quiet-- regulations.

Let's just take him in the bathroom.

[rainfall]

[thunder]

We're 12 stories up.

The balcony doesn't go anywhere.

Anyway, we control the whole floor.

Like Icarus, your ambitionwill burn your ass, Diane.

We've been waiting for youto start the interrogation.

We all agreed to wait for the CIA evidence.

Things have changed.

We were supposed to tailWatkins, not pick him up.

Everything happened very quickly.

We couldn't find you.

Hayden ordered the arrest.

Why?

Watkins was making a run for it.

You want my job, don't you, Fletcher?

But you don't know the rules, let alone

know the game we're playing.

Because if you did, the lastthing you would want is my job.

Better make yourselfcomfortable, Mr. Watkins,

and we'll get on with the formalities.

How can I be comfortable?

This is humiliating.

It's ludicrous.

Get me to a phone.

I demand to speak to my minister.

Where were you running to?

I wasn't running.

One-way ticket to Paris?

Give me a phone, please.

The sooner you cooperate, thequicker you'll be on your way.

Now sit down.

[sighs] Now first name,last name, date of birth.

John Watkins, Canadianambassador to the Soviet Union.

[door opening and closing]

I have to protest this arrest of Watkins.

We haven't developed the evidence yet.

That's what I'm here for, David,

give you the big picture.

You know Robert Madison, upfrom Langley to lend a hand.

[thunder]

Before you allegedly studied Russian,

I understand, you werealready fluent in Danish.

Where did you learn that language?

As a boy, growing up in Ontario.

How old were you?

Nine, ten.

Who taught you?

Nobody taught me.

Oh, so you're afatherless nine-year-old boy

growing up in rural southern Ontario,

and you teach yourself Danish--

from a book, perhaps?

It was in the summer.

I worked with a Danishfarmhand, he had two sons.

They didn't speak much English.

I picked up Danish by being around them.

Mhm.

Your father was dead.

What did your mother do.

She ran a coal yard.

But she had a farm to rent out?

Yes, in the summer whereI worked helping out.

With the Danishfarmhand and his two sons.

That's right.

Oh, this is tiresome.

But you haven't donetoo badly for a poor farm

boy from Norvell, Ontario, huh?

Here you are, 50 years later, rubbing

shoulders with primeministers and world leaders.

If I was really one of the old boys' network,

do you think I'd besitting here now listening

to your inane questions?

You sound bitter, Mr. Watkins,if that's your real name.

Does the prime minister know that I'm here?

This Danish farm worker,the one you learnt Danish

from by just being aroundhim and his two sons,

what was his name?

Luke.

Luke.

I don't remember his last name.

Let me help you.

Luke van den Brink.

Yes, yes, that's right.

You sure now?

Yes, yeah, Luke van den Brink.

But Luke van den Brink was Dutch, not Danish.

How do you know that?

Are you still going to insist you

learnt Danish from a Dutch farmhand

who couldn't speak English?

Why don't you ask him, for God's sake?

Luke van den Brink died in a boating accident

when you were 14.

But you that, didn't you?

That was a long time ago.

Why such a clumsy lieabout Luke van den Brink?

Or perhaps your Soviet intelligence

handlers forgot to brief youon that part of your story?

My handlers?

What?

[low chuckle]

Your favorite, I understand.

Mm.

Thank you.

You see, we don't think youare who you have pretended

to be all these years.

We are convinced you are whatwe call a longtime sleeper,

another Gordon Lonsdale, supposedly

a Canadian but really a Soviet,slipped into our society

as a teenager with a phony background.

How else could you makecontacts in the Soviet politburo

that no American diplomat can?

You're just the brawn in all of this, aren't you?

When do the brains arrive, inspector?

Why didn't you know about this, David?

Where were these taken?

That's his lover.

And his lover his KGB.

Who provided the photos?

French intelligence-- we'reworking on the man's identity

as we speak.

You spent two weeks last yearinterviewing Watkins in Paris.

And you didn't know anything about this?

What were you guys doing,jerking each other off?

How old were you when youfirst came to this country?

I think I'll wait for your keepers to show up.

And now, I'd like to rest.

Of course.

We have all the time in the world.

Fitz, would you show the ambassador the bedroom?

But I demand that youinform the prime minister.

He already knows.

Mike Pearson, sense of justice,

would never allow this kind of a witch hunt.

He stands by his people.

Did he stand up for Herbert Norman?

He tried.

Mhm.

And did such a good job that Norman

jumped from a fifth story balcony in Cairo.

Herb Norman was my friend.

I don't think he was the kindof man to take the easy way out.

Let's be very clear, Mr. Ambassador.

I'll do whatever it takesto find out how and why you

betrayed my country.

Here's to your dirtywork, Inspector Fletcher.

We won't be able to keepthe prime minister's office

out of this for much longer.

It's Friday.

At least we have the weekend.

You understand what we need you to do?

- I can't guarantee anything.- You'll be fine.

You've got far too much to lose.

[piano playing]

This is Robert Madison, CIA.

I have first crack at the old man today.

I wasn't informed--

That's the way it is.

If you have a problem, you talk to TGI Hayden.

Huh?

Ambassador Watkins, we meet again.

This is my colleague, Mr. Madison.

Unfortunately, Ambassador--

I would like to be released, sir.

We can detain you here for as long as we wish.

Our last discussions in Paris, places

I took you for a good meal, excellent wine,

that last meeting when you thanked

me so graciously for my time.

We can also recommend thatyou be stripped of your post.

You told me that I was cooperating

in the fullest way possible.

And that your retirementpension be denied.

And you will cease to exist.

Why did you bring me tothis place against my will?

To help you clear your name.

If I need your help to clear my name,

I'm in serious trouble.

Ambassador, you have beennamed an agent of influence.

[chuckling]

An agent of influence--what in God's name is that?

As Canadian ambassador in Moscow,

you discharged your duties in a way

that shaped the foreignpolicies of Canada and the west

to the benefit of the Soviet Union,

rather than serving the best interest

of Canada and our allies.

Where is your evidence?

We will go into that in great detail.

And my motive?

That you were thevictim of a KGB entrapment

that made you vulnerable to, to blackmail.

Well, you don't have an ounce of proof.

First of many pieces of evidence.

Where were those taken?

That's a photo of an acquaintance.

It doesn't mean a thing.

Why didn't you reveal to me that you

had a sexual relationshipwith this man, an individual

that has been identified bytwo Soviet defectors as a KGB

agent?

Who is this man?

What?

This is the package you tried to throw away

when we first detained you.

We've traced the phonenumber to a Paris apartment.

Who will we find there?

I have no idea.

Your KGB friend, Gregory Aloysha,

threatened to expose yourhomosexual relationship

with this man.

That's why you became an agent of influence.

No!

What do you choose, Ambassador,

your lover or your country?

You filthy--

I have been a loyalCanadian my whole damn life.

Fitzpatrick, take theambassador to his room, please.

We can't see your, yourminister smelling like this,

reeking of vodka.

You are absolutely right, my friend.

Which is better?

Yes, you see?

This is what I always do whenI'm going back to the office

after drinking this.

[chuckling]

Now they will never suspect a thing.

Yeah, only that we just gotwith the bloody whorehouse.

It's just a few drops.

What are the rules of your game, David?

I thought we made a good team.

First you try andblock that interrogation.

Then it turns out you've already interviewed

Watkins, months ago in Paris.

Exactly who's side are you on?

You've been briefed on a need-to-know.

Just make sure you keep following my lead.

Well, The.

CIA has arrived ahead of schedule.

Hope you brought the evidence we need.

It was a good jobsoftening up the ambassador.

It's just the way I would do it.

I spent all night at the airport.

I checked the passenger list of every

international and domesticflight out of Montreal--

nothing.

They've got him.

[phone ringing]

And the PM?

That door is now closed.

I've been informed the prime minister's

office is not ready to intervene at this point.

Yeah?

MAN ON PHONE: Hey, Robert.

Having fun in Montreal?

It's not Paris.

What you got for me?

MAN ON PHONE: OK, listen.

We found the apartment.

It's on Rue Lily.

The target is identified as Khamal Stoikov.

That's our guy.

MAN ON PHONE: Bit of a problem,though-- the French Estec boys

are busted my balls.

They refuse to pull him out,say they first need to establish

he's not a French citizen.

Now, look, tell CapitanNadeau that the target is

a Soviet national who's illegally in France

and that I'll buy him abrandy next time I'm in Paris.

MAN ON PHONE: Yeah, he'll like that.

And one more thing--

get Gerard to do the interrogation, OK?

I trained that guy.

He's the most creative psychopath they've got.

You've got it.

OK.

Thanks.

[piano music]

Mean anything to you?

[piano music]

How on earth did you geta visa to get to Paris?

They wanted me to spy on you.

Good god.

Who?

Who else?

Never happened, John.

I am an Uzbek and a poet.

So when they come to ask me about this and that,

I'm going to go and screw themselves.

Besides, what could I possibly tell them

except that you have aweakness for good wine, poetry,

and horribly cheap perfume.

[low chuckle]

[piano music]

[applause]

From Tchaikovsky to Ray Charles--

I am impressed, Ambassador.

This information you've been collecting,

Inspector Fletcher, it's merelya stepping stone by yourself,

isn't it?

And you're a career dodger.

You'd sacrifice any principle,any person, just to get ahead.

Murray told me about the kayaktrip, how your father died.

Murray spoke with you?

Yes, a few hours before you arrested me.

Is it anger with your fatherthat's behind all this?

Part

Mention my father again, and I'll make

sure you never get out of here.

We should die proudly when it's no longer

possible to live proudly.

I think your father must have believed that.

[water running]

[yelling]

Left!

There's nothing to be done.

What have you tried?

Everything possible-- it's amess spinning out of control.

Walk away.

No.

I won't be able to help you, Murray.

Just tell me what you know.

Five minutes and I'm gone.

Give me everything you goton what's happening to Watkins.

Don't say his name.

Come on, Steve.

I'm desperate and you owe me.- I don't know anything.

Rumor has it it's just anotherround in the fag purge,

orchestrated by the RCMP very own David Present.

Uh-uh, I don't think so.

My boss told me the ambassador is being

interrogated by some shadowy CIA character

they brought in from the Congo.

Have you heard of him?

Kinshasa it wascrawling with CIA spooks.

Robert Madison.

It's over.

Watkins is screwed.

You know the guy?

Guy was practically a celebrity down there.

In Kinshasa, he was supposed to be

some kind of militaryattache to the US commission.

Of course, the bastard with CIA special ops--

torture, assassination, heavy stuff like that.

What can we do for Watkins?

Pray.

Contact Charles Blackburn.

Put the pen away.

Put the pen away.

Put the pen away.

He's for your time.

He's one of Pearson's guyswho we helped to build

external from the ground up.

What happened to him?

He was purged for being queer.

Blackburn might still be angryenough to help out if if he

knew what was going on.

Thanks, Steve.

Have fun.

Hello, operator.

Please have Diane Fletchercall her brother--

urgent family business.

Yes, yes, thank you.

That's all there is to tell about my so-called

relationship with Khamal.

Interview with AmbassadorJohn Watkins suspended at 11:30

AM, Sunday, October 11th, 1964.

You staying, inspector?

Let me take a moment with the ambassador.

Off the record ambassador.

[chuckles]

Off the record.

In a clandestineinterrogation, off the record--

that's one of the funniest things

you've said all day, inspector.

Tape recorder's off.

As I have been trying to explain all morning,

Khamal and I were literary friends.

We were not lovers.

I simply admired his poetry.

Why did you hide yourdealings with Colonel Aloysha?

What are you talking about?

Hayden and Present both knew about

and encouraged my contacts with Aloysha

for some considerable time now.

Now why is it that you weren't filled

in on that one, inspector?

And when was the last timeyou saw Colonel Aloysha?

Last time I saw Aloyshawas on the way back to Moscow

from a weekend in the country.

We were forced to stop by a gypsy convoy.

There is a story I've always wanted to tell

you, my dear ambassador.

You know that naturedemands a constant balance

between predator and prey.

And the only difference I have noticed

occurs in your Canadian prairie.

For some mysterious reason,every seven or eight years,

Canadian hares suddenlystart screwing like crazy.

Their population explodes.

And soon, liek some Biblical punishment,

the entire countrysidebecomes a sea of bouncing,

hopping balls of fur.

But their state of bliss is short-lived.

Lynx, weasel, owls, and foxesdescend on defenseless hares.

It becomes a bloody feeding frenzy.

The hare population soon plummets

to maybe a dozen animals.

With the food source suddenly gone,

the predators starve todeath within a few months.

And for a number of years, both populations all but

disappear until one day, inexplicably,

the hare community explodes.

And the bloody cycle begins again.

I asked him who told him that story.

He said--

A Canadian-- the firstforeign agent I ever turned.

Do you believe his claim tohave turned a Canadian spy?

Ah, who knows.

And which animal are you, Mr. Ambassador,

the fox or the hare?

Ah, I refuse to be a part of that madness.

Well, then neither side will protect you, sir.

Ah-ha, that's the point.

See, if I'm guilty ofanything, Inspector Fletcher,

it is of being alone.

As one of the few female officers

in a paramilitary police force, you

ought to know how that feels.

Ah, look, look, gentlemen,I, I believe this

has gone just about far enough.

You know I'm not guilty.

So I ask you to do the right thing.

And that's to release me now.

We will, Mr. Ambassador.

Excellent.

If you can explain to me why the hell

we should release such a dangerous enemy

of American democracy.

What?

Over the last 10 years inMoscow and all across Europe,

you've articulated a steady stream

of anti-American positions.

But I'm not American.

I'm a Canadian ambassador.

Positions on nuclear arms, on Cuba,

on American to China policy,and now the communist guerrilla

war in Vietnam--

CIA demands to know why you've become

such an implacable enemy ofthe United States of America.

CIA demands to know?

I mean, seeing the worldthrough other than American eyes

means that I'm a Soviet agent?

Who do you and your friend, Pearson, imagine

is going to protect this country when

a million red Chinese troops come pouring

down into British Columbia?

Oh, please, Mr. Madison, please.

[chuckles]

It will be us, the Americans.

Yeah, the day the Chinesearmy invades British Columbia,

I'll eat my hat.

This is 1964.

Freedom is under attack inAfrica, in Latin America,

in Asia.

It takes 18 minutes for a Soviet nuclear warhead

to reach West Berlin and incinerate

half a million people.

In this war, there is no timefor academic discussions.

You mean there is no timefor intelligent thought?

In Canada, there arehundreds of young Americans

who refuse to fight in Vietnam.

That is treason, Mr. Watkins.

And like you, those draft dodgers

ought to be lined up and shot.

My loyalty is to LesterPearson and to this country.

Which country?

Canada!

Where the hell else do you think?

Pearson has sworn neverto let the disease called

McCarthyism, of which youare the very worst example,

infect this country.

And that's why I know he cannotbe aware of this interrogation.

He is aware, Mr. Watkins.

He just doesn't give a shit.

Why would your PM stick outhis neck for some dying old fag

whose purpose has been served?

Give me my pills. Give me my pills.

You bastard.

Finally, a Canadian with huevos.

How refreshing.

Thank you.

Mr. Blackburn?

Yes.

I don't mean to alarm you.

But this is a matter of some urgency.

Who are you?

My name is Murray Fletcher.

I work for external affairs.

And?

I know you are a close friendof Ambassador John Watkins.

The ambassador is in dire straits.

The prime minister must be contacted.

If you could see your way to, to help me out.

Please, leave me alone.

You know, we're always lookingfor experienced female recruits

down at Langley.

How do you think interrogation is going?

Well, what's youranalysis, Inspector Fletcher?

Very soon, I'll need to see the evidence

that Watkins was blackmailed.

The KGB defector's testimony is on its way.

Should be here by tomorrow.

Excellent.

I'm convinced you'd do well in the company.

I'm flattered.

It's amazing the way youmade Watkins believe you were

going to help them and then--

the ability to act withoutremorse is a rare gift.

Makes our job so much easier, Diane.

Is that what you tell all the girls?

We really want you in the CIA.

But you have to screw me first.

You're the ambassador's last hope.

Are you too tired, too scaredto try and save an old friend?

You stupid idiot.

I've got every god damn right to be scared.

Why?

Why?

They probably want to kill him.

[tires squealing]

[knocking]

You know, it's funny, butfor the first time, I'm afraid.

Ambassador, you know that, that I must

continue to interrogate you.

You see that the prime minister

gets this as soon as possible?

I will.

I believe your father died fighting.

No.

He used me to commit suicide.

No, I think he chose to die battling the river.

Why take me?

He wanted the child he loved most by his side.

How touching.

[door opening and closing]

It means so much to methat you could be here today.

You remember the first time I brought you down here?

Yeah.

I could barely see over the cockpit.

You battled all day, never complained.

Yeah.

Come on.

Let's get some rest.

After the rapids.

[piano music]

Has the prime minister read my letter?

Delivered to Sussex Drive an hour ago.

Shall we continue?

An ambassador must report all meetings

with Soviet citizens, especially ones

he suspects of ulterior motives.

These are the rules.

In the case of Khamal, whydidn't you follow them?

Sir, you had a sexualrelationship with a KGB man

and did not report it.

Did Pearson know about Khamal?

I refuse to answer questionsfrom a foreign intelligence

agency. - All right then.

When did the blackmail begin, Mr. Ambassador?

[chuckling]

This is your proof?

Some miserable photo takentwo years ago in some bazaar?

Without the help of the CIA, sir,

we would never have found out that you

were a KGB collaborator.

Understand this, David.

While you were focusing on destroying

the lives of everyhomosexual in public service,

I was initiating contacts with the Soviet

Union that led to the sale of millions

of tons of Canadian grain.

The Kremlin paid handsomely and in gold.

Rather starve than accept Soviet gold.

That money wentdirectly into the pockets

of thousands of farm families who in turn

invested in this country.

This ended a recession.

It's sad nobody will remember that when

they discover yourcollaboration with the KGB.

These trade deals softenedthe gridlock of a Cold War, led

to detente between East and West,

and finally, a nuclear treaty with the Soviets.

I feel profoundly privilegedto have been a diplomat

and served my country in these difficult times.

And now you tell me what, inyour mean, little professional

life, remotely justifies you in calling my work

a collaboration with the KGB?

Hello, operator?

Yes.

I made several calls to Diane Fletcher.

Yes, this is her brother.

I just want to make sure themessages are getting through.

Thank you.

From the prime minister's office.

So?

Well, it appears that Iam no longer an ambassador.

Congratulations, David.

You have more power than I thought.

Do you still believethe prime minister doesn't

know about this interrogation?

Is this why you became anintelligence officer, to act

as a mindless thug for the CIA?

[VOICEOVER] Dear Mr. Watkins,this is to inform you that as

of today, you have been relieved of your responsibilities

as Canadian ambassador.

Thank you for the years of service

and wish you the best of luckin your future endeavors.

Sincerely, William T Ayers.

ROBERT MADISON: The machine has been

proven effective in the past.

I need to see some hard evidence that Watkins

is an agent of influence.

Well, the Khamal interviewin Paris is going well.

And our defectors--

Oh, yes, the mysterious KGB defectors-- do

I get to interview these men?

Afraid not.

Only select CIA--

Oh, so we destroy the careerof a Canadian ambassador

based on hearsay?

You've got the ironclad word of the Central

Intelligence Agency.

Your word that a Canadian ambassador

is guilty of treason?

The security of your countryrests in the hands of the CIA.

Without the CIA, the RCMP can't exist.

Oh, spare me the jingoistic bullshit

and bring me the evidence, Mr. Madison.

You two cooked up that Watkins letter together.

You have a problem with that?

What is it exactly that Madison and the CIA

have on you?

[knocking]

Come in, please.

You're not going to use that.

Fruit machine--

I'm going to prove that Watkins is a queer.

You're going to strap himin this medieval monstrosity?

Yes, I am.

Oh, get into to bed with theCIA and this is what you get,

eh, David?

It's only a variation on polygraphs, sir.

Of course.

I am going to prove,Mr. Watkins, that you are

a weak homosexual who, inorder to hide your adventures

in Moscow, allowed yourself to be exploited

and blackmailed by the KGB.

Well, it's all quite mad, David,

but certainly not boring.

It's a chance to clear yourself, Mr. Watkins.

Good, even though Ihaven't committed a crime.

Mr. Ambassador, you don't have to do this.

Hold on.Hold on, Inspector Fletcher.

Don't underestimate me.

Submit to this test, sir, or--

Be of good cheer.

I will gladly take the test.

Ambassador.

On one condition.

Yes?

That you take it first, just to prove you're

heterosexual, of course.

Fitzpatrick.

Yes, sir.

Get in the chair, take the test.

But, sir, I know thatI'm not a homosexual, sir.

Yes, yes, of course.

Sit down.

What if the machine says that I am, sir?

It's only a test.

You'll be OK.

Well, no, sir.

I won't take this test.

If this thing says that I am,sir, then you'll have to fire

me from the force, right?

Those are the rules--

no homos on the force.

Well-spoken, lad.

Now cut it out.

You're making us look ludicrous.

[laughs]

Mr. Ambassador.

Mr. Ambassador, I'm just going to be

straightforward about this.

Well, that's usually the best way.

[laughs] - This is awkward.

I--

Oh, come on.

Come on, inspector.

Spit it out.

Are you, sir?

Are you--

Want to know if I'm gay?

Of course I am.

But I was never, ever manipulated by the KGB.

But, sir, it's very hard for me

to believe you never worriedabout the possibility of,

of blackmail.

I was discreet.

And anyway, DGI Hayden gave me the green light.

He was aware of your sexual liaisons?

Of course he was.

Sir, DGI Hayden--

Not now, Diane.

No, now's the time, sir.

You've made me prime interrogator

on the investigation, butyou've kept me in the dark.

Sir, this lack ofinformation has seriously

compromised my ability.

Diane.

You knew Watkins had lovers.

I never worried about that.

Until the CIA started asking questions, right?

We're all so terrified of that bastard Madison

that we're just going to sacrifice Watkins?

I want to tell you why Ichose you for this operation.

Now, sir, where is the evidence against him?

You're loyal, tough, smart, but so ambitious,

I knew you wouldn't worryabout lack of evidence.

And I was right.

You dove right in, took the old man

apart without ever asking tosee any evidence against him.

They promised me the evidence--

Fletcher, salvage what youcan from the chance I gave you.

And in the light of the fruit machine disaster,

we've decided to make RobertMadison prime interrogator

for the next session andsee if a different approach

will get us what we need.

And inspector Fletcher will be happy to give

you her full cooperation.

Any problem with that, inspector?

ROBERT MADISON [ON PHONE]:What do you got for me?

Believe me, Robert, we, ah, did our very best.

Did he give up the ambassador?

Well, he had nothing to give up.

[thunder]

[singing]

My French colleagues regret to inform me

that the young man named Khamal killed

himself in Paris two hours ago.

He hanged himself with a belt. You,

sir, are responsible for this man's death.

More importantly, he fingered you

as a Soviet agent turned as aresult of a sex trap operation

by the KGB.

This is madness.

During my tenure in Moscow, I engaged

in homosexual activities withthe KGB agent, Khamal Stoikov.

Rather than publicly admitto my deviant sexuality,

I allowed myself to be blackmailed.

I became a Soviet agent of influence.

Sign this, and you're on your way.

This is madness.

Did Pearson know about Khamal?

To protect democracy, youtorture people to death?

[gasp]

[TELEVISION] --shadowingFLQ, which has promised violent

struggle to liberate Quebec and create

an independent French-speakingstate within Canada.

Fitz, come take a look here.

[TELEVISION] A great dealis known about the leaders

and membership of the Rassemblement

[french] Nationale, the RIN--

You know some of theserabble-rousers, don't you?

[TELEVISION] Quebec, but stresses

that it wants to create this new state

of peaceful and constitutional change.

[door creaking]

So you want a piece of me, huh?

[TELEVISION] The RIN claims the police,

[french] provocateurs to the crowd

have started the violence--

Damn.

It looks like it's going to start raining again.

[TELEVISION] despite themayor of Montreal's promise

that its citizens would make the welcome

and show her the hospitality--

FLQ.

Now I would urge you to signthat confession, ambassador.

I have nothing to give.

I have nothing to give.

[thunder]

I have nothing give.

Do you think I'm just here for you?

Do you?

Sign it, you go back to France.

[TELEVISION] Police say they take

the FLQ threats very seriously.

Where's Madison?

[TELEVISION] The queen'svisit to Quebec will go ahead as

planned.

We spoke with Prime Minister--

Mr. Ambassador?

Get away from him!

Everybody calm down.

John and I were justgetting some air together.

Fitz, take the ambassador tothe bedroom and stay with him.

It's Pearson they want.

JOHN WATKINS [VOICEOVER]:Is that why you

became an intelligence officer?

[thunder]

We should die proudly when it's no longer

possible to live proudly.

The CIA has nothing.

Watkins is probably only guiltyof having sex with a man.

Sir, if they had any proof Watkins

was an agent of influence, Madison

wouldn't be trying to throwhim off a 12-story balcony.

If we don't let this thingwith Watkins play through,

Angleton has threatened to cut us out

of the CIA intelligence loop which makes

us blind outside of Canada.

We're already flying blind.

You don't think I want to get the guy out?

I do.

But neither one of us has a choice.

Get this through your head.

Lyndon Johnson speaks to the director of the CIA.

The director talks to Angleton.

Angleton tells me.

Christ, do you get it now, Diane?

Watkins told me you tipped him off.

Tried to tell you he was innocent.

I know.

Diane, I'm sorry.

You did the right thing.

I wonder who leaked it to your boss.

Only three other people knew wewere about to pick up Watkins--

Hayden and Present.

And I'm sure it wasn't DGI Hayden.

So it had to be Present.

Take a look at this.

Who's this?

Patrice Lumumba, the first democratically

elected president of the Congo.

Madison was the lastAmerican to see him alive.

Checked the US embassy directory--

Madison was listed as militaryattache in Egypt the same month

Herbert Norman jumped to his death.

Now it's our turn.

Two months afterMadison arrived in Brazil,

conservative president Quadros was smeared

as a communist overthrownreplaced by an executive

in the United Fruit Company.

Everywhere Madison shows up, leaders

wishing to be independent of ofUS end up overthrown or dead.

And listen to this--

there are whispers that only last month,

Angleton tried to convinceMI5 to arrest British labor

prime minister Wilson on the suspicion

that he was a Soviet agent.

They failed in Britain.

And now they want a shot here.

The ambassador was right.

It's a classic CIA tactic.

If you can't outright kill the guy,

smear him so bad he's drummed out

of office by his own people.

And to do that, who do you need?

Watkins.

Get the hell out.

I can't do that.

It doesn't matter to them ifWatkins is innocent or guilty.

It's going to be sacrificedto bring Pearson down.

Diane, even external affairs has given up.

You're alone now.

No.

My brother's thinking about me.

If you get in the way,Madison will take you out.

[thunder]

[knocking]

Come in.

Mr. Ambassador?

Ha-ha.

Yes.

[sighs]

I am falling into years, but such as you

and I do not seem old, likemen who lived by habit.

Yeats wrote this, didn't he?

Yeah.

[low chuckle] I dreamt Iwas reading my own obituary.

What did it say?

Ambassador John Watkins diedsuddenly of a heart attack

while dining with friendsat a farewell dinner.

Well, not such a bad way to go.

No.

But I was angry in my dream.

I-- see, I knew I died here, alone,

surrounded by my enemies.

The obituary was a lie.

Curious, don't you think?

Did you really believe yourrelationship with Pearson

would protect you?

My belief in his honor and, and my own record

became my blind spot.

Get me out of here, inspector?

Give me until tomorrow.

[door opening and closing]

Where's Madison?

Gone to his consulate.

We can start without him.

Can I have a word with you?

I know you tipped off externalaffairs to try to and get

Watkins out of the country.

What do you want, Fletcher?

I want the ambassador safe.

I can't do anything.

Together, we could try to convince DGI

Hayden to call this thing off.

He won't act.

It's the CIA, David.

Angleton is behind all this.

We're imitated, fightingso much amongst ourselves

we can't protect our ambassadors, not

even our own prime minister.

It's too late.

Why?

Look, the best thingyou and I can do right now

is try and be amongst the last ones standing.

We're trapped.

It's a bloody cycle, Diane.

Let me tell you something.

You are way over your head.

Do you know the story ofthe Canadian prairie hare?

It's fascinating really.

Every seven or eight years, Canadian hares

starts screwing like crazy.

Pretty soon, their population explodes.

But then, like some--

like some biblical punishment--

But their bliss is short-lived.

Lynx, weasels, owls, foxes, descend

on the defenseless hares.

You're a natural born storyteller.

You're the mole, you bastard.

Fitz, let him go.

We need to talk.

Fitz, will you give us a minute, please?

You did everything to avoid arresting Watkins.

You feared if he were reallya spy, he'd expose you, too.

You must have panicked when I arrested him.

But after that first interrogation,

you realized that Watkins was innocent.

To save yourself, youdestroyed the ambassador.

How ironic that in theend, you betrayed yourself.

Do you still want my job, Diane?

You're about to enter hell, David.

How so?

That's where Angleton will send you

when I tell him you're the KGB mole

we've all been looking for.

Angleton won't do a thing.

The CIA already knows?

And they never bothered to tell us.

Oh, I pity you--

the life of a Triple agent,lying to everybody, hm?

Desperate to look busy when any move you make

could get you killed?

No more deals, David.

You'll do exactly what I tell you.

Because if word gets outthrough Fitzpatrick to the rank

and file that you were KGB, you won't last 24 hours.

Now you look like an ambassador again.

[chuckle]

Living the good life.

It's not over yet, is it?

Oh, it won't be long.

Present's outside.

I'm on my way to see Haydenand negotiate your release.

But I can't leave you alone.

Well, Fritz is just around the corner.

I can survive one hour more in a hotel room.

Get something for yourself.

Getting you on that plane will be enough.

And then?

I'm staying.

They'll have to work harder to drive me out.

[low chuckle]

Your father would be proud as hell.

Thank you.

Get going.

[non-english singing]

I'm curious.

Why do you enjoy inflicting pain?

Some people are short.

Some are tall.

Some are fat.

And some are thin.

It's just my nature.

I think you could learn a thingor two from me, ambassador.

Oh, yes?

About 20th century ugly American diplomacy?

16th century Machiavellian Italy.

Pearson understands that to rule effectively,

a man must learn to be bad.

Well, then I'm the living proof.

Yes.

And you can continue to protect Pearson.

Or you can tell me about hiscollaboration with the Soviets.

Are you all right, Mr. Ambassador?

Oh, yes, yes. Thank you, Fitz.

I'm just having a last chatwith my American friend.

Another harangue, Diane?

I'm bringing the ambassador out.

Not today.

I'm afraid so, with or without you.

Well, as much as I'veenjoyed your company, Mr.

Madison, and our fascinating geopolitical discussion,

I'm leaving.

You don't understand, ambassador.

You sign this document.

I have the power to keep you here forever.

And we both know how long that can be.

Touch of angina, ambassador?

I never signed a document that accuses

the prime minister of treason.

That would be such aterrible lie and a betrayal

to my country.

You sign it.

No.

I'll bloody well choose theterms by which I live or die.

Herb Norman said the same thing.

[coughing]

Mr.

Watkins!

The ambassador requires medical attention.

Go get inspector Fletcher.

You have to confront Angleton now,

sir, before Watkins dies under the stress

or Pearson is brought down.

Are you that terrified of Angleton?

[phone ringing]

I'm taking Watkins out right away.

Things are out of control.

[phone ringing]

[elevator bell]

[phone ringing]

[elevator bell]

[phone ringing]

[elevator bell]

[footsteps]

Ambassador?

It's too bad.

I was just starting to get like the old guy.

Don't give me an excuse to kill you.

Look at it this way, Diane.

You and I, we put the poorold bastard out of his misery.

[phone ringing]

David Present here.

The ambassador has justleft, Mr. Prime Minister.

Yes, sir-- to go out forsome drinks and later dinner

with some friends.

Yes, sir, as soon as he gets back.

Thank you, sir.

You, too.

Inspector?

Could you witnesses thedeath certificate, please?

Just give me a minute.

Sign this.

Oh, by the way, Present comes with me--

CIA asset.

I'll send him to you when I'm done.

Mr. Present, on the order of DGI Hayden,

I am commanded to detain you in this place

and inform you that you have been suspended

from all duties and responsibilities

until this inquiry is satisfied.

On what charges?

You've been identified, sir, as a collaborator

with Soviet intelligence organizations.

I will cooperate fully in the investigation.

But I wish to state that I am innocent and will

prove it beyond any doubt.

October 12, 1964, Inspector Diane Fletcher

interviews David Present.

Acting sergeant Sean Fitzpatrick attends.

Time is 7:45 PM.

Now sir, please tell me in a clear voice

your name, rank, date of birth.

[music playing]