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We're fine. But a friend of ours isn't.

He tried to buy up the whole neighborhood, but I wouldn't deal.

Nobody has been able to prove it.

Excuse me, Mr. Thorne.

Excuse me.

You're trying to muscle Harry out of his door. What do you mean?

Hiring cheap thugs to do your dirty work.

Come on!

Hey, Harry.

Jenny,

guess what?

What are you doing here?

We are out of here.

Tonight's your lucky night.

No, tonight is not my lucky night.

Go. Oh, thanks, Harry.

275 pages of H .L. Mencken lie between me and my pillow. Stop.

Are you going to tutor me?

Two tickets to the bottom line, our picket table.

Oh, God, I can't. We're talking about comp tickets, Jenny.

And I am talking about an exam I have next week, and I haven't even opened a

book yet.

Come on, you go. You'll have a good time.

You're saying no?

Well, priorities.

Some of us still have them.

Ouch! I think it's time for me to check the receipts.

No, Harry, it's okay.

This is something that we have been over before.

Unfortunately. Yes, unfortunately.

Harry, I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah, I'll be here.

Nothing for you, boy?

Well, how much for this club soda here, pops?

Sixty -five cents.

Sounds like a lot of money to me.

Yeah.

Well, I think we'll take the whole thing.

Are you nuts?

Stop it! Hey!

Come on, cut it out!

Don't rush him, old man. He's done shot.

Please don't! Cut it out! Cut it out!

Sure you left your bag back in the store? Maybe it's at home.

Nothing comes between me and my mankin.

Cute.

You all right, Harry?

Oh, yeah.

Are you sure?

Yeah, he's good.

Harry,

would you please just let me do this? You don't have to baby me.

Harry. The doctor said that you should be taking it easy.

Putting the stuff away is easy.

It's paying for the damage it's hurt.

Did anyone ever tell you that you are a stubborn old man? Not for the last five

minutes. You know, that was the time I could have taken the... Okay.

Harry, what I don't understand is the cops. I mean, what is wrong with them?

I mean, this is the third time this has happened and they haven't done anything

about it. Because they don't want to offend the city's biggest taxpayer,

why. Who are you talking about?

Victor Thorne.

The real estate developer?

He's tried to buy up the whole neighborhood, but I wouldn't deal.

You think he's behind this?

Listen, the same thing has happened three times.

Nothing's taken. They just come in and bust up the place like the Yankees at

batting practice.

Does this sound like neighborhood punks to you?

More like someone's applying the pressure.

Maybe you ought to get someone to help you do the same to Victor Thorne.

It's not that easy.

To go against a guy like Thorne, you've got to have the evidence written in

stone.

to take your unsupported word as the official explanation of what transpired

five years ago. Well, I should think in my official position... During the time

in question, wasn't there someone responsible for the internal review of

agency's operations?

Yes, there was.

But that individual has entered private life...

that the moment is out of the country.

His name, please.

Answer the question, please.

His name is Robert McCall, but as I said, he is unavailable to... Have Mr.

McCall step in.

Thank you,

Senator.

Watson.

Would you take that chair, please, Mr. McCall?

I thought you were out of the country.

No, no, no.

Mr.

McCall, we appreciate your coming down to Washington on such short notice. Let

me fill you in on what we are doing here.

This is a preliminary investigation which, according to our findings, may or

not lead to a full subcommittee hearing.

I am at your service, Senator.

Information has come to light five years ago.

My personal life was subjected to official but illegal scrutiny

by operatives from your former agency.

Senator, if I might be permitted, Mr. McCall... And furthermore, this brazen

incursion into my privacy was carried out in response to a direct order from

your former associate.

Certainly the senator does not need to remind you that the agency is forbidden

by law.

To pursue domestic intelligence, Gavin. Oh, yes. That was always clearly

understood. Good.

Then let's proceed to the allegation.

Is it true that Control ordered the before -mentioned surveillance of

Claremont?

Yes, it is true.

And to the best of your knowledge, did Control know that this surveillance was

illegal? To the best of my knowledge, he was aware that the surveillance was

illegal, yes.

Would you care to elaborate on that, Mr. McCall?

Of course, Senator.

However, as you yourself have pointed out, sir, it was some five years ago. I

would like to refresh my memory as to the fact.

We have a complete file.

Well, that would be most helpful, sir, if I could take it away, peruse it for a

few hours, and perhaps you could schedule another meeting soon.

Same time tomorrow?

That would be fine, sir.

We are very grateful for your support.

My pleasure, Senator.

Scott, I really think that we should call your father.

Oh, you're forgetting three things.

Only three?

Yeah, one, my dad's in Washington, D .C.

Second, Harry refused any help. My dad won't help anyone who doesn't want it.

-huh. What's the third?

That my father and I don't play by the same rule.

Maybe I can do what he won't do.

He helped Harry?

What's so funny?

Scott, what do you know about what your father does?

Something must have rubbed off after all these years.

Taxi!

I don't know, Scott.

I'm having second thoughts about this.

Don't worry about it. I'll be clear.

Well, what if he doesn't feel like answering?

There he is. Just let me handle it.

Excuse me, Mr. Thornton.

Excuse me.

Yes, what is it? A little friend of Harry Dawson.

He owns a small market on the other side of town.

What about him?

You're trying to buy up that block, aren't you?

I don't see that that's any of your business.

You're trying to muscle Harry out of his store.

What do you mean, muscle?

Hiring cheap thugs to do your dirty work.

Those are pretty strong allegations, young man.

But you don't deny it?

If I want to do an interview, I'll talk to a reporter.

Uh, excuse me, Mr. Thorne.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid you're getting the wrong idea.

And you're a friend of Harry Dawson's, too?

Yes, I work for Harry.

You see, Mr. Thorne, Harry's store's been vandalized three times in the last

months, and... Well, I'm sorry to say that he thinks... That I had something

do with it?

Yeah, kind of.

Not guilty.

You shelved your project?

Hardly. I bought another block a couple of streets down for half the price.

Your friend Harry may be an honest guy, but that never stood in the way of my

making a buck.

It's all in records down at City Hall.

Anything else?

Um, have a nice day.

Oh, and for future reference, the only kind of muscle I carry around with me is

in my checkbook.

And there's plenty of it.

Here there is, sir.

All right, so maybe I didn't handle it all that well.

Yeah, but I really appreciate tonight that you were trying to impress me.

I was not trying to impress you.

All right, maybe just a little bit.

Well, well, what a surprise.

Yeah.

You know how many places I had to check out before I found you?

Just in time for dessert.

No. I haven't had dinner. I was waiting for you at your hotel.

Well, that was very foolish of you. I've been here.

You know what I'm talking about.

Look, this could well lead to a full Senate subcommittee investigation. I

to be very careful. I haven't read it yet.

You don't have to read that. You remember what happened from the

the end.

Do I?

buried me in that hearing room today.

I simply told the truth. Yes, I know. That's what buried me. Now, I want to

what you intend to say tomorrow. How do you propose to undo the damage that you

have already done?

I haven't really thought about it. You got any suggestions?

You may not understand fully. Senator Claremont is a very vindictive man. Now,

if you're not careful, I could wind up pushing a broom in the embassy in

Baghdad. I could wind up sorting mail in San Salvador.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear. Well, we can't have that, can we? We can't let

that happen. Yes, now you see? That's what I've been trying to tell you.

I don't think we should be talking about this just now. I do understand what

you're getting at. Then what are you going to tell them tomorrow?

I don't know, but I'm sure I'll think of something.

Come, get over.

Oh, no damn knife.

Waiter, could I have a knife?

And a double bourbon.

On him.

My picture.

Oh, Maggie.

The

door is open.

Come in.

I call it home.

Courtesy of gore gets in your eye.

My last job.

Open and closed in three days.

You know what they'd say.

You're only as good as your last hit.

It's been 16 years, but who's counting?

Nice work.

Your makeup man is brilliant.

You've really gone all out for this, haven't you?

About what we discussed on the phone.

No problem. I'm your man.

But can you do it by this afternoon?

I never had a set I couldn't dress in a couple of hours.

Frankly, I never had a budget that was worth more than that.

What I had in mind.

Oh, just like the real thing.

Did you ever see They Saved Hitler's Brain?

A wonderful production, a classic in its day.

I'm afraid I didn't.

It's the prototype for this stuff.

We set dresses. Look at this as a kind of Bible when we get into this sort of

thing. I can't tell you too much.

You wouldn't be here if you could.

But Frick's your man. Have no fear.

I have nothing left.

Bad enough they went and destroyed my store, but now this?

This was my life.

My love.

Harry.

Harry, they can't take that away from you.

You and Maggie had wonderful years together.

As long as you have the memories, they can't take that away.

I realize that, child.

I feel so violated.

If he wants something so much, why doesn't he say so face to face?

If I could only lay my hands on the bastard who did this.

At least they missed something.

Yeah. Well, that's a memory I'd just as soon forget.

Sam, what are you talking about?

Hey, look, don't come down on me. I just work here. I just thought you'd want to

know.

Harry, what's the matter?

Some guy from the cemetery.

He said somebody put some additions on Maggie's headstone.

You better take a look.

The purpose of your appearance here, Mr. McCall, is to provide further

information on the allegation against Control.

Yes, it is.

Have you had the opportunity to review the pertinent files?

Yes, I have.

Yesterday you testified that Control ordered the surveillance of Senator

Claremont. I did so testify.

Mr. McCall.

Excuse me.

Senator, might I have a word with you off the record?

No, just continue with your testimony.

In your overview position, Mr. McCall, did you advise control as to the

impropriety of his actions?

No, I did not.

Why not?

Kenneth, are you sure?

I can't have a word off the record.

Just answer the question.

Very well, sir.

I did not advise control as to the impropriety of his actions because the

investigation... was ordered by a higher authority.

That authority, sir, being your dear friend and mentor, Senator Robert

Williamson.

Williamson? Yes, sir. He had furious doubts about your integrity.

He was deeply concerned that his involvement in this investigation should

be traced.

Therefore, he ordered Control and myself to keep it secret.

Mr. McCall, why didn't you tell us this earlier?

because I had to take advice from legal counsel.

And I was advised that now, as a private citizen, I can bring this to light with

impunity.

I may say a privilege that control still does not enjoy.

Senator, I think we ought to put this matter to rest.

Right over here.

Harry, what is it?

These flowers.

I brought them here last Sunday. Somebody deliberately smashed them.

There's something newly sketched in the headstone.

March 29th.

That's tomorrow.

March 29th.

My God.

Harry, what is it?

What, what, what's wrong here?

Nasty little habit.

What the hell were you trying to pull in there?

Look, just because you were able to chuck your career with the agency does

mean that you have the right to jeopardize mine.

I'm in the middle of a snack.

Would you care to join me?

What about a straight answer?

I don't think straight answers are on the menu today.

Look, Robert.

I do not wish to appear ungrateful, but do you know... Don't.

Ah. Excuse me.

I don't care if it's the president.

Dad, hello?

Scott. Dad, you have to get up here quick.

You all right?

Is Jenny all right?

We're fine.

But a friend of ours isn't. He's been kidnapped.

We got the latest number, but the cop said it was a phony.

Dad, we'll tell you about it when you get here.

And hurry.

Scott.

To get the next shuttle back to New York.

You may join me if you so desire. However, I should point out to you that

continue with this strange behavior, you will not be allowed to sit next to me

on the airplane.

It shouldn't be.

We throw it down.

you were absolutely right about this photograph.

Very good reason why it wasn't destroyed.

The dates written on each of those men are the dates on which each one of these

men died.

They're all the same. March 29th, 1944.

And that was the date that was left on Harry's tombstone. Tomorrow.

Right. Right.

I've been talking to a man called Brady.

This man, Brady, served in the same company as Harry Dawson.

World War II. This company was decimated at a place called Sistana.

Most of the men were killed.

Those that survived were captured and taken to a prisoner of war camp.

On March the 29th, 1944,

the prisoners in barrack room M attempted a mass breakout through a

had dug. It failed.

Scott, do you think I could continue this uninterrupted? We'd get there

in the end.

Yes, you're right. It failed.

It failed because there was an explosion in the tunnel.

Eighteen men were killed.

And the survivors were naturally recaptured.

It was always imagined that there had been an informer.

But, of course, it could never be proved. Until now.

Sorry. Nobody has been able to prove it.

Now, this man Brady has recently had another visitor from barrack room M.

man's name was Booth. Terence Booth.

He said that he...

has managed to acquire certain German records that prove that Harry Dawson was

the informer and the man who blew the tunnel.

That's not possible. Harry could never be an informer.

Well, Brady thinks he is. And Booth wants revenge.

Scott, I don't know what Booth wants. All I know is that Booth arrived in the

city around about the same time that you say Harry Dawson started having his

trouble.

Terence Booth is now staying at the Mayfair Hotel.

I've phoned him a number of times. He never answers the phone.

Do you still want to continue playing detective?

If it's going to help Harry, yeah. All right.

You keep calling this number.

And if you get in touch with Mr. Booth, let me know.

All right?

Mm -hmm.

Oh, I've got to go.

I'll keep in touch.

You got my message.

I know there's complimentary nuts they give you on this shuttle.

Not half bad.

You want some? I took extra.

I'm much more interested in finding out if you got hold of those German files or

not.

You know, the remarkable thing about this shuttle is... All right, so it

every hour, all right?

But, I mean, if you're the only person who shows up, they take off anyway.

And let's say...

That they're full.

They give you a full airplane to yourself. I mean, they give us grief

useless expenditure.

So that's how it is, is it? Yeah.

Of course, it doesn't need to be that way.

I mean, they could tell the passengers, just wait.

Wait for an hour. But they don't.

The passenger is king. He's lost.

Thank you.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Can I help you?

I'd rather think you can. Can you tell me where you got this?

Ah, the variant.

It's such a long time since I've seen any of his work.

Most of his work, unfortunately, was lost during the war.

That's bad.

Here's for you.

I must say I'm quite surprised. There are very few people who are familiar

his work.

Well, you see, I was fortunate enough to have a father who was a great, great

lover of art.

And he took me all over Europe when I was a child, visiting museums, art

galleries.

And I remember a small gallery somewhere in Germany just before the war.

And it had quite a collection of Valiant.

There was this...

young German fellow who was in charge of the gallery, or appeared to be so. And

I remember my father spent the best part of an afternoon talking with him about

the artist.

It left a lasting impression.

Obviously.

So much so that I even remember that young man's name.

Otto Mannheim.

I presume you've never come across him.

No, I can't say I have.

It's way past closing time.

Yes, it is, isn't it?

If you care to leave me your card, Mr... McCall.

Robert McCall. Yes, I'd be delighted to leave you my card.

If by any chance you're lucky enough to come across any more of those, I do hope

you'll give me a call.

Yes, of course.

I'd be glad to.

Who's there?

You remember now, Harry?

Booth?

Terrence Booth.

I thought you were dead.

There were a dozen of us still in the tunnel.

Six who died.

We're the lucky ones.

What happened?

They put us in the hospital.

What?

I found the German high command report on the prison break.

It gave the name of the camp Informa.

It was you.

That's a lie. I don't know where you got that. That's a lie!

It's already March 29th.

In about four hours, it'll be a quarter after four.

That's when we went into the tunnel.

First light, Harry.

You remember first light.

Yes, yes, everything.

Except where they're keeping Harry Dawson.

What about you? Did you find anything about Boo?

Never showed up at the hotel, but I think I got something for you.

I called the hotel and pretended I was Booth checking in for my messages.

What is it? Chip off the old block?

Hardly. I was just getting tired of asking for Mr. Boo.

Okay. The hotel operator said this guy, Ernie Frick, had called about a half a

dozen times.

What did he want, this man? He wanted to know how everything went, and he wanted

the rest of his money.

Hope that helps.

Should do, should do. Thank you.

Why don't you two go home now? Get some sleep, huh?

I don't know how you do it, Dad.

Years of required insomnia.

Do put some clothes on. It's damn cold tonight.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Ernie Frick?

It's a bit late, isn't it?

Well, I'm looking for Terence Booth, as a matter of fact. Ah, come in.

I've been ringing Mr.

Booth all day.

Yes, yes. Well, I know he's very, very busy.

A nice man. The real theatrical style.

Are you part of the troupe?

The troupe?

His acting troupe.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes, yes, yes. I was a bit late getting into town.

Roadshows. They remind me of the time I was doing summer stock.

Oh, yes.

Yes, I'm sure.

I was expecting to meet Mr. Booth here.

He was... We were both going to look for a theatre, I think.

Still, I suppose he's found one by now, hasn't he?

A warehouse near the river.

But you'd never recognize it from the inside.

Give me a few bucks and I can work wonders.

Yes, well, I know your reputation, of course.

I wonder if you could let me have the address. I'm a bit late for rehearsal.

Of course.

It's such an ambitious feat.

You will invite me into the opening, won't you?

Oh, yes, of course.

I want to see how my barbed wire is holding up.

Oh, yes, of course you would, yes.

I've been closed to cars.

I do parties as well.

Well, you would, yes.

Thank you for this.

Bye -bye.

Break a leg.

its control.

I suppose you know it's the middle of the night.

Very possibly your last one in the free world.

What exactly do you mean by that?

I just heard from a Robert McCall.

Is that name familiar to you?

Oh, yes.

He came by here tonight. What?

Who is he?

What are you going to do about it?

Well, he's asked to talk to me, and I've arranged a meeting for 4 o 'clock this

morning. And I intend to be there.

We can't protect you anymore.

We have a deal.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

The agency never made a deal with you.

We just suited each other's needs, that's all.

You gave us names, and we gave you freedom.

I see.

Why are you telling me this?

Well, I figured you had a right to protect your own hide.

But I'm not going to lie for you.

What is the address?

925 Spring Street.

First light, Harry. No!

You've made me a mistake, Bruce. I'm not the one.

On your feet, soldier.

Go.

For the years.

For the years.

Of loneliness.

For the eighteen.

Innocent boys.

Don't make it a 19th innocent man in the boat.

Who are you? I'm just a friend who knows the truth.

Harry Dawson wasn't the informer. I have the records that prove that.

No.

You have the records that were falsified by the Gestapo, covering the real

informer, who, of course, was one of their own men.

Harry Dawson. No.

One of their men.

Their man was Otto Mannheim.

Arthur Manning?

Arthur Manning.

Who is one of us?

Arthur Manning was a Gestapo agent.

Like others of his kind, he was moved from camp to camp to spy on the

On the 29th of March, 1944...

Arthur Manning was in your camp.

So he was able to keep an eye on everything that was happening in barrack

M.

He was told to hit the ground just before the explosion was due to take

the tunnel.

And when it was all over, he would be dragged out as if he were dead.

Then why was Dawson's name on that report?

Mr. Booth, it was an arbitrary decision.

They just picked a name. Any name would have done.

It could easily have been your name.

The report shows that Arthur Manning died in that tunnel.

Yes.

Because they were further falsified.

Because Manning subsequently made a deal with the American OSF. A new life in

America in exchange for pointing the finger...

Some of his Nazi colleagues.

But you don't have proof.

Actually, I do.

I have living proof.

Aren't you clever, Mr. McCall?

Herr Mannheim, I was expecting you.

Yes, sir.

Of course.

You think someone else would have come?

Some relatives, maybe.

Well, I tried to find out if he had any family.

Nobody claimed him.

The whole thing's just so sad.

To think that Booth carried that hate around with him for all those years.

Memories of war are tenacious.

Once they've got a hold on you, they never let you go.

All you can hope for is that you'll turn out to be one of those lucky people who

have someone.

Kind of inner peace.

Too bad Booth had to go to the grave to find his.

Well, maybe he was one of the lucky ones after all.

He came across a man with compassion.

A man like you who was able to forgive.