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( horn sounding )

Herr Leipzig!

( window opens )

I'm... I'm sorry.

I was looking for Herr Leipzig.

It's rather important.

Not here.

( couple conversing quietly )

Not here.

No money.

Nobody has money.

How long since you saw him?

Thursday.

Five days ago.

Thursday.

I've got good news for him.

Money.

Pinke, pinke.

All for Otto.

( couple conversing quietly )

My friend says don't give it to him

or Otto will come back and move us out

and we have nowhere to make love.

Where can I find him?

Do you know?

Try the water camp.

Two kilometers along the main road,

over the railway

and past the windmill, then right.

Yes, right.

Keep right until you come to the lake.

What is the place called?

It has no name.

It's just a place.

Ask for holiday houses to let

and then drive to the boats.

Ask for Walther.

If Otto is around,

Walther will know where to find him.

Thank you.

Walther knows everything.

He's like a professor.

He's a bad professor.

Walther bad man.

WOMAN: Are you a professor, too?

No, uh, no, unfortunately not.

( muttering ): Then Otto is twice lucky

for a change.

What was that?

I said, "Then Otto is twice lucky

for a change."

Why?

Why is he twice lucky?

Last week the unexpected visit

from the East

and today the money.

Otto is a Sunday's child for once, that's all.

Visitor?

Who was the visitor?

From the East.

Not his brother, was it?

A small chap.

Spectacles like mine.

No.

No, a big fellow with a chauffeur.

Rich.

Then I don't know him.

Otto's brother was certainly never rich.

Unless he was the chauffeur, of course.

Are you Walther?

I'm looking for Otto Leipzig.

They told me at the wharf I might find him here.

MAN: Isadora.

SMILEY: How do I get to him?

If you want him, call him.

Otto!

Otto!

MAN: Call again!

Keep calling if you want him.

Is he in there or not?

I said, "Is he there?"

Did you see him go aboard?

The wild pig comes and goes.

What the hell do I care?

So when did he come last?

I'm looking for Otto Leipzig.

Can anyone tell me, please, whether he's around?

Is there anybody onboard the Isadora?

WOMAN: You should see his car.

They took it to the wood.

Who did?

Who took it?

Come far?

I'm a friend of his.

( soft music and static coming from radio )

Drunk, hmm?

Sleeping it off?

It was a party-- music, singing.

They warned us it would be loud.

Maybe they quarreled.

So what?

Lots of people quarrel.

They make some noise, play some music.

We are musical people here.

WOMAN: They were police.

When police go about their business,

it is the duty of the citizen to keep his trap shut.

Show me his car.

( child squealing )

He was scum.

They all are.

Look at them-- Polacks, criminals, subhumans.

( dog barking )

I'll do it.

( car starts; banging on car )

( knocks on window )

What do you want?

I am so extremely sensitive to pain.

( man laughing )

( engine revving )

( laughing )

( revving continues )

( dog barking )

WOMAN ( beyond door ): Yes? What do you want?

( man replying quietly )

No, she's not there.

She's on holiday.

( man speaking quietly )

OSTRAKOVA: Oh, no!

Oh, my God!

OSTRAKOVA: Oh, my God!

WOMAN ( beyond door ): She has friends in Marseilles.

You hear me?

Cousins.

Ever since her husband died...

( doorbell rings )

( woman continues speaking in hallway )

You think I have nothing better to do all day

than lie on behalf of my lodgers?

She is in Marseilles!

She went to be with children.

( doorbell rings )

( pounding on door )

You don't think it's natural

to want to be with children?

Poshli.

Nichego zdes ne zdelayut.

Khorosho.

Poshli, poshli.

( sighs )

( bell tolling )

( jazz playing )

( rings doorbell )

Who is this, then?

Who is this nice surprise?

Here is the Family Kretzschmar going about its pleasures.

What can we do for you, sir?

I have to speak to Herr Kretzschmar.

But Clauschen does no business in daytime.

Kindly tell your husband this is not business,

this is friendship.

But how can it be friendship when I don't know your name.

Go look after the cooking.

Otto Leipzig is dead.

Two men killed him at the water camp.

( sobbing )

He asked you to look after the product

of his blackmail operation--

the tapes, whatever there is.

I assume you also have the letter

which you received on his behalf from London.

( sobbing ): Who killed him?

Herr Max, I ask you as his friend, his comrade,

who killed him?

I demand to know.

This is what you expected me to have on me last night.

( sighs deeply )

He called it his Moscow Rules.

Both he and the General insisted on it,

though it struck me as... as ridiculous.

You have the other half of the card?

Naturally.

Then make the match and give me the material.

I shall use it exactly as Otto would have wished.

You promise this?

Yes.

And the killers?

What will you do with them?

Most likely they are already safe across the water.

They only had a few kilometers to drive.

Then what good is the material?

The material is an embarrassment

to the man who sent the killers.

Will it kill him also?

It will do worse than kill him.

What happens now?

I shall take these to the people for whom he intended them.

I will accompany you, permit me.

Thank you, there's no need.

Herr Max, you are in danger!

I should like a bag of some kind.

Can you provide one?

If you need anything, just tell me--

tomorrow, ten years from now.

I have my people.

These are violent times.

I should like you to telephone the airport for me.

Will you do that?

Of course, naturally, as you wish-- anything.

Well, write it down.

Yes.

Make a reservation for Mr. G. Standfast

on the next available flight to London.

Use your influence-- say it's urgent.

You're a wanted man.

People will look for you.

Yes, they will.

( knock at door )

Who is it? Who is there?!

Who is there?!

CONCIERGE ( outside ): I told the others

you were in Marseille, but you are ill.

One cannot say this to the whole world-- it's not right!

You understand, one has responsibilities

to the other tenants, you hear?

You hear?

Madame!

She is there.

Madame, you are there?

Madame Ostrakova!

Madame!

He is a doctor.

Listen to me.

Tell her!

No-- I am not a doctor.

I am a friend of General Vladimir.

SMILEY: Trust me, madame.

I am here to help you.

No, no, let us.

Let us.

Be quiet.

Madame.

You are going away for a short holiday.

You will have to put yourself in my hands.

Now, will you do that?

You must be ready to leave in an hour.

Madame La Pierre will fetch whatever you want

from your apartment.

There'll be plenty of time to talk later.

Alone.

Why don't you have a little lie-down?

Say, Guillam.

Shove that thing round the back, will you?

Ambassador will go raving mad

if he sees a foreign car in the car park.

Bad for trade.

Doesn't like sports coats too much either, to be frank.

Morning!

Morning.

( phone rings )

Stango...

I'm out.

( phone continues ringing )

Hello.

Yes?

One moment, please.

It's a Mr. Barraclough for you, sir.

Says you'll remember him.

Yes, of course I remember you, Mr. Barraclough.

I'm so glad.

Then you probably remember

a little removals job we once did together

on a friend's house in Helsinki, some few years back.

That's right.

To help him out.

I want you to arrange a repeat performance for me.

Yes, here.

Now.

Can you manage that?

Let me give you the address, then.

Have you gone mad?

( inaudible )

( inaudible )

Oh, you are so very kind,

really, monsieur.

Felix is completely overcome.

No, you are too kind!

He never dreamed...

See, Madame,

is he not beautiful?

Like a Cossack.

Better than a Cossack.

( siren wailing outside )

Our transport is due any moment.

Please stand by, madame.

( siren wailing )

POLICEMAN: You-- where you are going?!

Press.

( sirens continue wailing )

( whistle blows )

What a perfectly revolting little car.

How ever will we fit in?

GUILLAM: It's bloody typical of London,

not telling me you were out here.

I mean, that's just par for the course these days.

I usually pick it up from the Queen's Messengers

six weeks after the event.

Not like in your day.

I'm sorry to have to tell you, Peter,

I'm working on my own these days.

Bloody hell, George!

I must say you put a strain on friendship, you do.

You mean I called out the entire emergency service of Paris

to assist you in a piece of private enterprise?

Find a phone box.

Ring your wife.

If there's anybody in the house,

ask her to get rid of them.

I'm sure she's understanding.

George, she's pregnant.

Forgive us, madame.

You are abducting me?

Oh, no, madame.

I am a little disappointed, monsieur.

The ambassador's going to love this, he really is.

( tires squeal )

May I know who are my hosts?

Your witness, George.

Your hosts are British diplomats, madame,

but their hospitality is

necessarily discreet.

I'll say so.

You said you were a friend of General Vladimir.

He had an assistant, little man.

He came to see me.

I called him the magician.

What has become of him?

I am afraid he fell

in the same battle as the General, madame.

But he did what he set out to do.

I promise you.

I hope that at some convenient moment

you will allow me time to mourn, monsieur.

SMILEY: I don't want any of this

going by diplomatic bag.

Is Stango still your clerk these days?

Since you ask.

Get him on a midday plane.

Enderby can send somebody to Heathrow to meet him.

Where's the writing paper?

Try the desk.

There was a French couple we used to have--

she was something in the Resistance--

owned a farmhouse up near Arras.

The Delbarres.

Are they still on the books?

Tell them we're bringing them a guest.

Use a phone box.

You're very... piano, Peter.

I'm just feeling my age.

MRS. GUILLAM: Peter,

it's the embassy.

Are you here?

No.

Stango is to take this with him as well.

It's personal for Saul Enderby.

I want a meeting in London tomorrow night at the latest.

He can confirm by signal.

Anything else?

Yes, there is.

How long since you had the ferrets in?

A month.

Ring a bell?

Deafening.

Find out what's become of him--

whether he's still in town.

Do it before you do anything else.

Get London to do an all-stations trace.

Can I go now?

The sooner the better.

Meanwhile, I think I'll take a little doze myself.

( sniffles )

Mind if I use your sofa?

You'll use Marie-Claire's car, won't you, Peter?

What was it Goethe said?

"You must dance but I must sleep"?

Or... was it the other way around?

Very pretty, your wife.

How's our other guest?

Also asleep.

Who is she?

God knows.

The ambassador's private secretary

is looking for you, sir,

and so is the head of Chancery.

Just a moment.

The present count stands at seven separate charges

submitted by the French police

to the Protocol Department of the Foreign Ministry

and forwarded to the private office

for the ambassador's gracious consideration.

They cover pretty well everything in the book

from parking to attempted manslaughter.

More particularly, there's a most extraordinary request

that they be allowed to interview you

in connection with an elaborate hoax

played upon the authorities.

I don't think we'll even wait

for the frogs to declare you persona non grata.

I think we'll do it ourselves.

If you want to speak to me,

press that and wait.

GUILLAM: Brother Saul says to handle you

at arm's length.

How do I do that?

Oh, you'll find a way.

You used to say when the whistle goes, we stop play.

It was your one sporting metaphor, as far as I remember.

The rest were beyond me.

What else did Saul say?

He's getting his ducks in a row.

He'll phone you tomorrow.

But I asked

for a meeting tomorrow.

And Saul says wait.

And as a matter of fact, I work for him these days.

Aimeriez-vous vous reposer

après le petit déjeuner?

Et vous, monsieur?

Merci, madame.

Il faudrait revenir nous voir au printemps.

C'est très joli ici.

Et vous, madame, vous avez un jardin?

Yes, sir.

Whatever you say, sir.

No, he hasn't told me a thing.

I assume that he's saving it for you.

All right.

He won't like it.

But I will pass it on, of course.

The ducks are not yet in a row.

He did, however, use the term "rogue elephant."

Of me?

Yes.

Un oeuf sur le plat,

oui?

Merci.

Voilà.

I wrote to him.

I had no reply.

I did not dare approach the police.

Who are the police today?

We should have a police to catch the police.

Maybe they were the police themselves.

I did not know.

I knew nothing.

I thought, "Should I telephone?"

But the magician had told me

whatever I do, do not use the telephone.

And with the post, who knows today?

Maybe the letter had not arrived.

Maybe it had been taken

and opened by them.

I was one woman

in a whole world of spies.

I was afraid.

Afraid of the night, afraid of the day,

afraid of fear itself.

In all my time in Russia

with Ostrakov and with Glikman,

I never knew such fear.

All I ever wanted

was to have back my child--

the child I had borne and could not see

or speak to or write to,

the child I had abandoned

for the sake of Ostrakov,

the child whose memory burned my conscience like...

oh, like the sun...

whatever burns.

You have children, monsieur?

Alas.

Excuse me, madame.

The big chief says this evening at 8:00.

I'm to deliver you bound and gagged

to the portcullis.

Is there any hope that after all,

maybe after all,

they let my Alexandra come to me?

No hope?

At all?

In the whole world?

Not in the whole world.

None.

You have to live with that.

Mm-hmm.

I had to be certain.

GUILLAM: Enderby has also cleared you

for the latest word

on Oleg Kirov.

Which is?

He was recalled to the Soviet Ministry of Foreign Affairs

at short notice in order to take up a senior position

which had become unexpectedly vacant.

Date?

Like two weeks ago.

He left Paris

with all the usual diplomatic trappings.

Hasty farewell parties, flogged his washing machine, the lot.

Yes.

Yes, that of course is

exactly what Karla would do, isn't it?

He would call Kirov back on the prospect of promotion

just to make sure he really came.

I don't know, George, do I?

I don't know what it's about from Adam.

You mean Enderby hasn't cleared you?

Ah.

Look, George, what is all this?

Karla, woodshed meetings with Enderby,

calling out the bloody cavalry in the middle of Paris.

I mean, you of all people running a private war

when you should be keeping bees and...

And?

And, damn it,

looking after Ann.

You're an institutional man, George, remember.

And you put my first harness on me, remember?

Now what are you telling me?

Wake me when we get to Calais, will you?

You know what you said to me once?

Remind me.

"Karla isn't fireproof

"because he's a fanatic.

And one day," says you, "if I have my way,

that lack of moderation will be his downfall."

I mean, you really got to me.

I practically wrote it

on my shaving mirror.

And now?

I just hope it won't be your downfall, too.

That's all.

In my time, Peter Guillam,

I have seen Whitehall's skirts go up and come down again.

I've listened to all the excellent argument

for doing nothing

and reaped the consequent frightful harvest.

I've watched people hop up and down and call it progress.

I've seen good men go to the wall

and the idiots get promoted with a dazzling regularity.

All I am left with is me and 30-odd years of cold war

without the option.

So what does that mean in little words?

It means that if a rogue elephant--

to use Saul Enderby's happy phrase--

charges at me out of the thickets of my past

and gives me a second shot at it,

I intend to shoot it dead, but with the minimum of force.

Uh, Mr. Smiley, sir, and Mr. Guillam.

George!

Thank you, Ferguson.

You know, his name really

is Ferguson.

I never doubted it.

Recognize the old place, do you?

We've had it tidied up a bit since your day.

Blew the dust out.

And you'll remember the beautiful Molly Meakin,

I daresay.

One of your many talented protégées.

Yes... yes, of course.

Molly is head of research.

She replaced Connie Sachs.

Our policemen get a little younger every day, don't they?

Hello, Guillam.

( knock at door )

Over here, Strickland.

Mr. Smiley, sir.

How are you?

Close the door, will you, Strickland?

So...

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