All language subtitles for Scorpio (1972)

You should let those cats out
once in a while.

Outside they couldn't survive.

They were bred for degeneracy.

Like a whore.

There's harder work.

When?

ln a week.

Here's a film of Colonel Salam Zim,
President of Eritrea...

as he steps from the plane bringing him
to Paris from the Middle East...

on the first leg of his tour
of the NATO countries.

Zim was met by French Foreign Minister
Pierre Croyez...

and Minister of State Jacques Cassete.

Russian advisors attached to Zim
accompanied him...

even on this mission to the West.

A security force surrounded the colonel
as he made his way toward the podium.

This is the moment. An assassin's gun
fires, causing panic on the tarmac.

As one of the special police falls,
ministers and officials run for cover.

Another shot kills Zim's bodyguard,
Emilio Rocca.

Lights used to floodlight the area were
spun around to illuminate a hangar.

From the roof, bursts of fire
from an automatic rifle.

Police returning fire
run to surround the hangar...

leaving Zim and his entourage
running for cover.

Two more police died
in the ensuing battle.

While police were distracted
by the rooftop assassin...

another shot from the darkness of
the airport, and Salam Zim falls dead.

Here is an action replay
of the moment...

as Colonel Salam Zim of Eritrea
meets death from an unknown assassin.

French police shot and mortally wounded
the young Arab...

whose fire from the roof
had killed four men.

He had papers identifying him as Yusel
Ben Abar, a student from Eritrea...

a member of the extreme left wing's
Soldiers of Revolution group.

Already in Eritrea, government forces
have raided the offices of 17--

Do you have a count of the dead, Cross?

You're beautiful, Jean, but sometimes
you have the bad breath of priests.

- Did you see the opposition?
- l saw.

What's Zharkov doing on the plane?

How many times you been out with me?

Six, maybe seven.

You're good. Better than good.
You're smart. You understand.

But that still leaves you
a contract button man...

necessary only because the ClA
doesn't hold with doing its own killing.

Washington.

Does the boy go into your report?

He's the headliner.

- Why did he want to kill Zim?
- Nosey, aren't you?

Good evening.

The boy saw Zim as a fascist...

a brutal pig,
a tool of American imperialism.

He wanted a crack at him,
l bought him a ticket.

lf he had got him?

You'd have picked up your money
with no sweat.

lf Zim was America's man,
why kill him?

For your education.
Zim dead at the hands of the left...

serves his government and mine
better than Zim alive.

But it's not his death that's important.
lt's who appeared to have killed him.

One more thing for your education.

The more a man tells you,
the more dangerous you become to him.

And the more dangerous you become,
the shorter the options on your future.

Your sister still work at Air France?

- She meeting you?
- She doesn't know l'm here.

Sarah's picking me up in a car.
Can l give you a lift?

l thought the rules said
we were strangers from here on in.

They bend.

No, thanks.

- Say hello to Sarah for me.
- l will.

- He still in there?
- Upstairs bedroom.

- See you fellows in the morning.
- Right.

The President Harding Suite.

Some l know like to touch
both walls of a room.

They need security.
Would you believe it?

Harding used to play cards up here
with his oil friends.

l was a bellboy then.
l was no more than ten.

People used to tip big in those days.

Thank you, sir.
Here, kitty.

Leave the cat.

Yes, sir.

You need anything, sir?

Action? You know?

A little black to change your luck?

You frighten me.

l woke up, and for a moment
l thought you were still away...

and l just dreamed you were back.

You smell of me.

Remember the story
of ""Madagascar Ho""?

The little man
who dreamed of Madagascar...

and never got further
than the Third Avenue El.

We should've run in 1945.

Where?

Today's Saturday, isn't it?

Yes, all day.

Heck still go down
to the cottage on weekends?

Yeah. He and Helen left Tuesday...

for a couple of weeks.

They asked us down.

Their boy go, too?

No. He's at UCLA.
He only comes home once or twice a year.

He sees Heck
as being in the enemy camp.

He's right.

You going to tell him?

l'm going to tell him today.

McLeod's not gonna have a good morning.

He'll handle it. He'll feed it into
his computer for the proper reaction.

Maybe we should just go,
like the Arabs...

and not tell McLeod.

You start to run,
everyone wants to know why.

Then they make up the answers
to their own questions.

l thought l saw someone
in Helen's kitchen.

You did.

- Us?
- You know the agency.

They like to keep an eye on things.

Mr. McLeod would like to see you.

Sorry, afraid l must insist.

With what were you going to insist,
Mr. Filchock?

We named you well.

You're a perfect Scorpio.

You have a penchant for intrigue
and violence.

Don't limit your action.
Read palms.

Maybe my character will improve.

Orion boasted he would kill
all the animals on the Earth.

So the goddesses Diane and Latona
created the scorpion...

to slay the hunter.

You and McLeod make
two nice goddesses.

Tell Diana
l've got my day planned.

Cross came back.

You were to kill him in Paris.

Remember everything?

Just in case.

l remember.

l can't see him.
He's got out and run.

Oh, geez.

Joy.

Joy, baby. A ""C"" note.

My mother's dead.
So who do l have to kill?

Do you know the Lord's Prayer?

McLeod?

- How bad does he want me?
- All the way.

He say why?

- Where's your partner?
- He's hurt. He's in the car.

Got a radio in it?

You ever been in the field?

But you've seen the survival kit.
You know what this is.

lt's the happy pill.
lt's a kiss-the-mortgage-good-bye pill.

So long, brother of mine.
You've got 30 seconds to live.

Miami. Single.

You got nothing smaller?

What's the matter?
Business slow?

New York. Single.
What time's it leave?

2:20.

You sure?

Are you here for laughs?
l'm sure.

Taxi!

Drive on ahead.

Thanks.

- Anne.
- Who is it?

Hello, Cross.

Hello, Pick.

l need help.

l need the dust.
Close the door.

- What are you doing in Washington?
- Missing my sister.

Sure.

She's lecturing.

She'll be back soon.
Had breakfast?

Here, give me those.

White for your sister
and red for your love.

- Hungry?
- Coffee only.

Where are you living?

Paris.

Do you still have the same apartment?

Yes.

You're just in time to hear
Leslie Warren and the Strings...

playing ""One-Eleven.""

You bastard!

You're one hell of a letter writer!
One postcard from Damascus in 6 months.

He brought you some flowers.
The red ones are for you.

Oh, hell! The coffee!

l know a place
that does a good breakfast.

Hello. May l speak to Mitch, please?

There's no Mitch here.
What number are you calling?

393-4098.

l'm sorry, you have the wrong number.

How long are you here for this time?

Well, l--

No, don't tell me.
lt's too pretty a day.

l don't want it to rain.

Hello. Cross?

No time.
McLeod wants me dead.

l'll have to go deep,
so you won't hear from me for a while.

Stay close. Contact no one.

When the time comes,
Pick will get in touch.

l love you.

Keep that mountain in mind.

l love you, Cross.

l'm going to take you to the Washington
Monument, take your picture, and then--

- Excuse me, sir.
- Of course.

Wait for me outside.

McLeod wants to see you.
Don't give me any trouble, please.

No trouble.

- Let me get my bag.
- l'll get it for you. Which one?

- There.
- Where you going with that bag?

You goddamn thief!
Gimme that bag.

Good morning, sir.

All you had to do was keep your heads down.

Cross would've walked right into
this office to file his report.

What'd you do?
You crawl halfway up his ass!

Did you think you were following some
secondhand car dealer from Wisconsin?

Cross is the best!

Now he's running free...

and all l've got is one operative
with a cut head...

another being held by the local police
as a drug-addict homosexual...

and one beat up car!

You said to check him in
and keep an eye on him.

l-- Oh!

Get out!

How is Harris?

Still in a state of shock.

Cross forced a harmless hay fever pill
into his mouth.

Told him it was cyanide
from an S.D. kit.

Beautiful.

- Shall l bail the dummy out?
- No, let him sweat.

l can't let this get upstairs, Fil.

lf we throw this one,
the chief will come down hard.

We have to get Cross.

l've got every man on it.
But without FBl or locals...

we're carrying a handicap.

The bureau would love
to get their hands on this.

No, no one outside the agency.

Blanket everything, every exit.
Operate every contact.

l'll put it nationwide.
We'll box him in.

Flight for Toronto is 7:15,
due in 8:10.

Then the big one:
Toronto/Vienna.

lt leaves at 8:25,
and it's a fast track all the way.

You'll be there at 5:30 in the morning,
1:30 in the afternoon their time.

Can't you read the sign?
Maintenance!

Too much.

l made the connections fast as l could,
like you said.

There are no through bookings.
Nothing traceable.

ln Pittsburgh, your tickets will be
waiting for you at the National desk...

under the name Father Henderson.

At Chicago, go to the United desk.
There you're Father Kitts.

At Toronto, it's Air Canada,
under the name Father Wieland.

Und your English is not zo good.

Let's get moving.

Tell me, how do you like my place?

Very much.

l've 75 students of English literature.

l teach nine classes a week...

and our new term
starts next week.

And l love you.

How do you like Paris?

Better watch out, Jean.

You make one promise,
and l'll hold you to it.

- Okay, Father.
- Good-bye, my son.

Bless you.

Good-bye!

Hello.

What are we buying for each other?

l'll pay my dues.

How much did my sister tell you?

She said there'd be pain.

Did she talk about Algeria?

She said that you were a lieutenant
in the paratroopers.

When l think of it, l'm afraid.

Aren't you?

l picked you up, remember?

l only talked Anne into sharing
an apartment with me...

so l'd have an excuse to be around.

We can't all miss, mister.

Okay, let's give it a search.

Make a move, and l'll splash you
across the sheets.

lt's heroin.

You son of a bitch.
Get out of bed.

Hey! Pull it in!

You've two ways to walk, Scorpio.

Down that corridor...

that's 30 years long.

Or with me.

This is Washington National Airport.

The picture shows passengers boarding
this afternoon's 5:15 flight...

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

Would you say that was Cross?

Without an element of doubt.

Some airports have a television
eye service for thieves.

They keep a videotape running,
which they erase the next day.

l had a hunch,
and it paid.

lt should've been easy to trace
the destination of a priest.

Normally, Washington Airport wouldn't
have many priests departing around 5:00.

But today was the last day
of a conference of teaching brothers.

More than 300 priests departed
in all directions...

between 3:00 and 6:00 p.m.,
Cross amongst them.

- Brilliant.
- l agree.

- He had to have help.
- No. Messenger boys.

The plan was Cross's.

Would you agree to that, Scorpio?

Well, our first piece of common ground.

You boys can pack it in for the night.

You were supposed to kill Cross
at the Paris job.

No contract.

You took the money.

You left the money.

Why?

Cross had his contract in first.

l don't play games
when the rules are bent.

No one bends them
faster than Cross.

Never with me.

l want Cross,
and l want him burned.

You know him best.

Find him.

You make too many mistakes.

Like?

You confuse what you want
with what l want.

You don't have too much ground
to dance on.

l could drop you for the heroin
or tag you for the Paris killing.

Now your government
would like more names.

Your second mistake, McLeod.

Cross gave me enough information
on each operation we did together.

Not conclusive...

but enough to make a strange reading.

You can't let me go
into a public court.

What do you want?

l want inside.

Where?

Beirut.

You want Cross's job.

lf you get Cross,
you get his posting.

More.

More?

$25,000.

Where is Cross?

More.

You run it right to the edge,
don't you?

- What?
- l want to know the reason.

Executive order.

You don't question a directive
in the agency, Scorpio.

l'm not in the agency...

until l get Cross.

The reason.

He's a face, a double agent.

He sold to the opposition,
and he has a lot more to sell.

Do you know where Cross is
or don't you?

l don't.

But a man named Zharkov will.

Serge Zharkov.

He's Soviet intelligence in Cairo.
Cross's opposite.

- You think he'll go to Zharkov?
- Zharkov will go to him.

But not in the Middle East.
ln Europe.

Europe is a big place.

l want internal replay on Serge Zharkov.

Who else have you got
to send against him but me?

Where do l send you?

Where Zharkov and Cross met before,
a place they both know.

A place where Zharkov
could have a safe house.

Ready on Zharkov.

Serge Zharkov.

Born Kiev, 1914.
Educated in Leningrad.

Doctor of Philosophy
of Political History and Economics.

Fought in Spain with
the Thaelman Brigade.

Arrested in Moscow, 1939...

and sentenced to six years hard labor.

Rehabilitated in 1943.

Assignment: Balkans.

Little information until his posting
to lraq in 1952.

Speaks fluent German,
Arabic, French, English, Hebrew.

Associated operatives: Karlin...

Ludmann, Zemetkin.

Replay operatives.

Hold on Zemetkin.

When l came over,
you promised me asylum.

We also promised you questions.

Yes, and l answered all your questions.
Why am l in the airport?

You're going back to Moscow,
Zemetkin.

You gave us no more
than we already knew.

You were cute and well-conditioned.

All that stuff about freedom
had brass edges.

You ran because you were playing
pat-a-cake with state funds.

Okay, we let it ride.

But now we want a little interest
in our investment.

Zharkov.

When Zharkov isn't in the Middle East
and he isn't at home...

where is he?

Maybe a former picnic ground...

not too East and not too West.

Somewhere the barriers are down.

l don't know such a place.
l would tell you if l knew.

Your plane: Aeroflot flight 379
direct to Moscow.

At the other end,
you'll be well and truly met.

- You're murdering me.
- Conroy here.

Federal Protective Service Officer 7463.

Ready to board passenger
Andreiv Zemetkin. Over.

Standing by.

Dropping boarding platform
in five seconds.

Over.

How about Vienna?

Vienna?

- l'm sorry.
- What about the police?

A mistake.

The man who had the room before me
forgot to pack everything.

Some mistake.
How long will you be away?

Can l come?

lmpossible.
Anyway, you have to teach.

ls it going to be dangerous?

No. Why should it be?

We've already contacted
our people in Vienna.

You'll be given every facility,
total cooperation.

And you can draw expenses.

McLeod's depending on you, Scorpio.

- Spain was a long time ago.
- The best died there.

There's a house on the Kurrentgasse
on the corner.

Go there.

Where are we going?

Get in.

You don't talk very much.

l have nothing to say.

l see you still have a flair
for the theater, Zharkov.

lt adds color.

These drivers. Your people?

Not official.
Old comrades.

l hear you are running, Cross.

What else do you hear?

McLeod's ordered the wet stuff.

There's a gun out for you.

- When did you know?
- A week before you did.

Who's in your pocket?

Actually, l buy from a Bulgarian
who works for the Chinese.

Your place?

Yours if you need it.

No one knows about it.

Not my company, not your company.

Just friends.

A few, and trustworthy.

And the rent?

- Take it on trust.
- Thank you.

There will come a time, Cross...

when those who sit above me
will want you delivered.

They'll give me so much play
in the rope...

and then they'll pull it in.

And then?

Moscow is nice in the spring.

There's a long winter, l hear.

How are you going
to get your wife out?

l'll get her out.

Come over.

They'll get her out for you.

No, no Moscow.

l want out,
not just a change of sides.

Sit down, Cross.

The offer of the hide still goes.

And when the rope begins to wind in?

l'll tell you.

And of course
you'll know where to find me.

ln Vienna l could find you anywhere.

Have you noticed, Cross...

that we are being replaced
by young men...

with bright, stupid faces,
a sense of fashion...

and a dedication
to nothing more than efficiency?

Keepers of machines.

Pushers of buttons.

Hardware men
with highly-complex toys.

And except for language,
not an iota of difference...

between the American model
and the Soviet model.

To dinosaurs.

Maybe you can kill Cross alone...

though l wouldn't put
my yellow basket on it.

But you're not gonna find him alone,
not out there.

Am l wasting my breath?

No. l was listening.

And so far you've said nothing
that lit any candles in the dark.

You have no proof
that Cross and Zharkov are in Vienna.

You have no one on your staff
that knows Zharkov.

But you did get around
to checking customs...

and eight priests arrived by air
in the last three days.

Two from North America, Mitchell.

lt is Mitchell, isn't it?

Well, Mitchell,
which of the two was Cross?

The one on TWA from New York...

or the one on Air Canada from Toronto?

No way of telling.

Father Wieland was Cross.

Air Canada from Toronto.

Yes, l know horse players
that play hunches and hot flashes.

Horse players die broke.

lf Cross had flown
from Washington to New York...

he would just have caught
the Pan Am flight.

But there was no priest
on that flight.

He wouldn't have waited seven hours
for the TWA flight.

Never stand still when you run...

and never run in a straight line.

That's the first thing
Cross taught me.

Cross is an organizer.

He plans down to
the finest margin of error.

You can't follow his mistakes,
so you follow his skill.

Washington to Pittsburgh
or Cleveland.

Two possibles.

Cleveland or Pittsburgh to Chicago.

Chicago to Toronto.

Toronto to Vienna.

Not more than 20 minutes
in any one place...

and less than 12 hours in all.

Wieland fits.

All the majesty of Europe!

Have you ever been to the Hermitage?
Paintings there that seize your breath.

- Stop being a guide. What have you got?
- Arrivals.

Then they know you are here.
l guessed.

You never guess.

A defector, Zemetkin,
a petty thief.

McLeod had his thumbs on him.
He knew about Vienna.

And the hide?

Only those l trust know that.

l could have this one killed.

l would offer you coffee, Cross...

but the sugar would attract
too many flies.

Everyone Cross used to know in Vienna.

Everyone Cross used to know
that you know.

We're monitoring telephone calls
to America...

telegrams and radio telegrams.

l want the tapes brought here.

We've got a watch on all the embassies,
but if Cross doesn't move...

he'll be damned near invisible.

He'll move.

He'll try to get his wife out.

He'll need funds and help.

Not if he goes over.

He won't.

McLeod thinks he might.

lf he was going over,
he'd be in Moscow, not Vienna.

The trouble with McLeod is
that he thinks like McLeod.

You know what a dybbuk is, Mitchell?

Some sort of Jewish sprite or ghost.

A spirit that invades
another human form.

l'm the dybbuk
of Cross's labyrinth mind.

l live inside him.

He'll move.

He's in here.

l've assigned Novins and Dor
to assist you.

They're both Viennese,
both very good men.

As far as the embassy is concerned,
you don't exist, so don't call for help.

Cross!

- You have some time, Max?
- Until 3:00. But longer if you want.

- You hungry?
- l can hold out if we hurry.

Come on!

lt's June.

Strauss and Strauss and Strauss.

A little Mozart,
a little Brahms!

Then Strauss and Strauss and Strauss.

Vienna is the only city that puts on
yesterday's clothing for visitors.

Cross, it's been months
since l played...

any Weber or Berg.

And three years
since l saw you, Cross.

- l'm in trouble, Max.
- Can l help?

Maybe you should first ask ""what?""

lt would only depress me...

or maybe frighten me.

l need a messenger boy.

Waiter!

Yes?

Between rehearsals,
or should l go sick?

- No, you'll have time between.
- l see.

- Could you do the bank today?
- The old bank?

There's a teller there, Karoldy.
He'll arrange everything.

He'll give you a key
to a safety deposit box.

ln the box are three packages.
Bring them to me.

- What are you doing this weekend?
- l am off Friday till Monday.

Would you like to see Rome?

Rome?

l want someone to meet Sarah.
Someone she knows.

lf l can clear her in the next few days,
will you do it?

l need it bad, Max.

Do l take her to Maria's?

Nothing.

He says he hasn't seen Cross
for 20 years.

Didn't even know he was still alive.

You believe him?

Yeah, l'd say so.

Put a marker on him?

Try Stross next.
72 Porkorny Gasse.

We'll finish the others tomorrow.

- You'll be here if anything breaks?
- l'll be here.

How did you get this?

A man asked for it to be given to you.

A man about 50? Big? American?

Yes, but he was German.

Oh, yeah.

You should have done it
in Paris, Jean.

The price wasn't right.

Now it is?

Yes, now it is.

l could kill you, Jean.

Take it then, Cross.

lt won't come around again.

Can we talk?

Sure.

McLeod name my sin?

He said you sold
and have more to sell.

And you believe that?

ls it true?
l want to know.

For your education...

no, it isn't true.

Zharkov?

- What about Zharkov?
- He is the opposition.

l've known Zharkov
for almost 30 years...

as an ally, as an enemy...

and always as a friend.

We're both premature antifascists,
as they used to say in Washington.

But Zharkov hasn't sold out
and neither have l.

Then why does McLeod want you dead?

Why don't you ask him?

l'm asking you.

You're looking for
God's shining face, aren't you?

Something to believe in.

Like a young girl
in a white communion dress.

But you've got the soul of a torturer,
so your need is greater.

You lied to me, Cross.

And you used me.

For that l'm going to kill you.

l never lied to you.
l used you...

but l never lied to you.

Not my doing, Cross, l swear.

Don't trust McLeod.

He ordered you dropped twice.
Damascus and Marseilles.

That's why l gave you
so much information on each job.

Something to bargain with.
You owe me, Jean.

- Where?
- He's up there.

You had him last night and let him go.

That's how it looks in my report, unless
you've got something to change it.

Dor says you didn't even try
to get a shot off.

Where do you think you're going?

Never put your hands on me.

Call Washington for me. The number
and message is in that envelope.

- Repeat the message exactly as written.
- Yes.

Call from a phone box.

You still don't have any questions?

What answers could you have
that would make any difference?

l love you.

And l you.

That's why l must tell you
there could be pain in this.

l have been inoculated.

You know, l used to think that
the only music l would ever hear...

no matter what
l was really playing...

was the music we played each morning
when the others went out to work...

or the music for the selection...

when the lucky ones
went into the showers.

Now l can hear Brahms...

and not cry.

But one image has never blurred:

Cross... you coming through that gate...

and taking me home.

They're pulling in the net.
Both sides.

They want you delivered.

l can't go back, you know that.

Not after this kind of a move.

Not even if the Soviets took
the leash off.

But your wife?

l'll have her out in two days.

You know why McLeod hates you? Because
you are one of Donovan's adventurers...

the last of the Knights Templar.

You don't stand up straight, your hands
are in your pocket, you show no respect.

And tonight you are going
to get drunk with a Russian.

We are going to get drunk.

What was it you used to say?

Falling down drunk!

Falling down drunk.
And then we'll get maudlin.

We will sing.
l will cry.

And then l will tell you
some very funny stories.

Tell mother to take
the books back to the library.

They are overdue.

Give her my love and tell her
not to carry things.

Just a man calling his mother?

Only, two things don't wash.

He called a public phone in Washington,
and he doesn't have a mother.

His whole family died in the camps.

You didn't cross-check each one,
and you cost me a day.

You're so damn quick to write notes
to McLeod.

Put that in.

l traced it back to a Max Lang.

He used the phone booth in a cafe
near the State Opera House.

You knew that,
but you didn't go there.

- Dead end.
- lt could've been a dead end.

But Lang needed more change.

He asked one of the waiters.

The waiter knows him.

He is a cellist.

And even more important...

he was in the Resistance
when Cross was liaison.

The whole goddamn thing's redundant.

There are no more secrets.
At least none worth stealing.

lt's a lower form of life!

lts reason of existence
is its reason it exists.

What the hell are you doing?

Jesus, Serges, you even hide things
from yourself!

Tell me, what keeps you
from burning out?

You see before you
the last of a race of giants.

No, no. l mean seriously.

Seriously...

l still believe,
l'm still a communist.

Communist.
For Christ's sakes!

After what you've seen?

You've seen it turn brutal...

inhuman.

No, Cross!
l've seen men use it badly.

What about the trials?
The purges?

Trials, purges!
They are words you have read somewhere.

My trial was so grotesque...

my hours of interrogation so terrible
that l was numb.

lt was a kind of frontal lobotomy
without anesthetic.

And the labor camps...

where men...

good communists...

old fighters...

men who believed in
the dignity of men above all else...

were used as draft animals...

to pull logs on frozen feet.

That this could be the result of all
l had committed my life to.

But, baby...

at that moment...

didn't you realize
what was happening?

At that moment, l tried to understand
what had happened to me.

Most of us there were communists,
not Stalinists.

That is why we were there.

Nothing had happened
to make me renounce myself.

l was still a communist.

Stalin couldn't take it away from me.

And now the dull, gray stupidity...

that sends the tanks into Prague...

because it has no imagination...

it can't take it from me either.

l am still a communist.

You're still an idiot.

You still serve
that dull, gray stupidity.

And when they pull the wire on me...

l'll deliver you to them.

Yesterday at 16:20...

Sarah Cross received
a local phone call.

The same message as the one monitored
in Vienna to someone here in Washington.

We have no trace on that someone.

She left the house at 17:05.

Notice the handbag.

lt's big enough to carry
a package...

the size of a book
without it showing.

She went to this storage house.

Cross kept furniture and artifacts there
from when he sent his wife home from Cairo.

She signed in, got the keys
and went upstairs.

She was inside six minutes.

She told the inventory clerk
she had to measure a cabinet.

She signed nothing out.

She left and drove to
the Library of Congress building.

We got no film inside that building.

But one of our operatives
followed her.

The place was crowded with tourists
and it was nearly closing time.

Now, she spoke to no one...

deposited nothing, simply wandered
through the exhibit halls.

However, on her way out...

she had to pass through a large group
on a conducted tour.

No way to check persons on tour.

She exited the building at 17:49.

- Could be a drop.
- But did she make her connection?

Probably someone in that tour group.

Or she could've picked something up:
passport, ticket, escape details.

She's due to run.

l want her place searched.

Get Heck Thomas,
he lives just behind her...

to invite her over for drinks,
dinner, anything.

Then get a contract thief
to get one of our men in there.

Brief him on what he might
be expected to find.

Make it look like another
routine housebreaking.

The thief's gotta leave prints.

We'll give him shelter.

Nothing! He had this
in his pocket, though.

The phone message.

Cross's handwriting.
l'll talk to Lang.

He's dead.

He wouldn't talk.

The car!
Box him in!

You stay up here.

l'm tired, Helen,
and l've been bad company.

So thank you, and say good night
to Heck for me.

Come for coffee in the morning.

- l know about five-beat music.
- Honey. We're out of booze.

- There's more in the kitchen.
- No, that's gone too.

Where'd Sarah get to?

She's gone home.
She's got the dumps.

Jesus, no!
-- Heck!

She's gone back to her house.
Should l go after her?

No, don't get involved.
Call him, warn him.

l'm going over there.

Jesus Christ, what happened in there?

Now!

More of your litter, Mr. Mitchell.

Always with access to my superiors.

l don't like your type in my streets.

l've lost another man,
and that bastard thinks it's funny.

You've lost more than another man.

You've lost Zharkov.

That means we've lost Cross.

lt might just be that Cross...

would be more valuable,
more cooperative...

if we helped him
without conditions.

We don't think so.

Alex, you don't think.
You take orders.

And so do you, Zharkov.

Your orders are the same as mine.

Put Cross on tomorrow's flight
to Moscow.

Your apparent intimacy with this man
could be interpreted as--

Alex, you remind me
of someone l used to know.

Who?

Funny. He never told me his name.

Like you, he was building his career
on a passionate belief in obedience.

He took his revolution from books.

His Marxism from easy-to-swallow,
predigested pap.

And he was building socialism
in one country...

with the bones from a charnel house.

There were a lot of them around
in 1939.

l can't give you any more time.

Two days.

My head on a tray.

Malkin?

Another keen son of a bitch.

Better get dressed.

You know, Serges...

l might be better than you
in a closed room.

Don't even think about it.

For you.

Do me one favor, Cross.
Run.

As fast and as far as you can.

You've nothing but enemies now.
Both sides.

Don't catalogue the excuses
through the alphabet.

You got it cleaned up?

Morrison's in the hospital,
our own medical people in attendance.

- lt's a bad wound.
- The thief?

- He ran. Untraceable.
- No one's untraceable.

- Damp down the police search.
- We don't have the means.

Over their heads we do. lf Milne's found
dead, that'll make for more questions.

More questions make for deeper probes.

All right.

But get Morrison out of Washington.
Fly him to Panama.

lt is a bad wound.

l won't cry if the goof dies.

Change your mind, my friend?

l've bad news.

Our sister Sarah
has gone to her rest...

in the peace of Christ.

With faith and hope
and eternal life...

let us command Sarah
to the loving mercy of our Father.

The hunter home from the hill.

l'd buy a plot here soon, Mr. McLeod.
lt's a nice cemetery.

You think l'm responsible for this?

Cross will.

And you think he'll come back?

Don't you?

We have evidence that he's in Moscow.

Then burn incense in front of it.

And pray.

From our end,
the contract is still open.

Why the Bannhof?

All faces are anonymous
in railway stations.

You're sure there will be no trouble?

He is there.

Packed and ready to make the trip.

The negatives and prints
are on their way to Moscow.

There is a limited
interpretation possible.

But an accompanying report clarifies
the more shadowed areas.

And you are seeing Cross off.

You might try denial...

but it is a weak plea...

and at best would leave you open
to charges of incompetence.

l suggest you defect.

Cross, Zharkov...

getting off a Soviet llyushin aircraft.

This photo is reported to have
been taken from the observation roof...

of the Moscow Airport.

Lab says could be,
but no hard evidence.

Cross shaking hands with three VlPs.
Zharkov in the background.

That probably indicates
the three are high ranking.

No telling who these two are,
but this one could be Stolypin...

head of the Arab section in Moscow.

And notice this maintenance vehicle.

The lab blew it up
and it definitely has...

the markings
and plate numbers of Moscow.

That's the first hard evidence.

All the rest are blowups
to examine everything in detail.

We've combed it out tight.

The results say it probably is Moscow.

But could be Prague or Budapest.

Okay, Tom.

Where's Zharkov now?

Cairo. Flew directly there
from Moscow.

The opposition is chortling
about some coup.

Cross has gone over.

Scorpio still expects him.

The Frenchman's a loser.

You could've had that
beautiful Abyssinian in the pet shop.

l like street cats.

l'm going to call you Sun Tzu.

Who on earth is Sun Tzu?

A great scholar of war.
Wasn't he, cat?

- l bet he has fleas.
- lt's the sign of his independence.

l wanted to buy you
something lovely and exotic.

You wanted to buy me
something l wanted.

All right, l'll take this one.

There's no charge.
lf you want to give something...

there's a donation box
in front of the office.

Should we give him
anything special to eat?

You can use any scraps
from the kitchen.

Just a word, Mr. Laurier.
A few minutes, please.

McLeod has closed the Cross file.

ls that a polite warning?

No. l'm here on my own.

l'd like your opinion.

You know my opinion.

That airport could be Moscow.

Could be.

We think it is,
but could be Prague or Budapest.

That's careless geography.

You still think Cross
will come back?

lf that was Moscow, they'd hardly let him
pose for a few photographs and then leave.

l don't know where it is.

And l don't know what
the Russians might or might not do.

But l know what Cross will do.

What do you think l should do?

Sit in McLeod's chair...

and see if it fits.

lt'll be vacant soon.

We've got a fix on the thief.

His name's Paul Milne.
He's running scared.

l'd hit him tonight.
He might be gone by tomorrow.

He's a third term man. He's down for
life without a killing on his sheets.

With that bonus, the law
should be breathing hard down his back.

But there's no heat.

The story is, the man downtown has been
told to cool it and doesn't like it.

The grumble goes high up.

You think they could put a fix in?

They might if they had a good reason.

What's this Milne's form like?

Housebreaker.
Jimmy and soft-shoe stuff.

He's never been caught with a gun
or a blade.

l've asked around,
but nobody says he shot your wife.

But you know where to find him?

What the hell is this?

Who are you guys?

Hey, no! Jesus, that's gas!

Who are you?

Match.

Holy Mother of God!

- The job where the woman was killed.
- l didn't kill her, l swear!

- l don't even carry a gun.
- Who?

l was hired. This guy.
l don't even know his name.

- They tell you what to look for?
- Notebook.

A small package, papers, letters.
Anything with writing on it.

- Did he shoot her?
- Yes.

The lady comes in sudden,
and she's got this gun.

She opened up on him,
and he blasted her.

Cross!

Give up smoking, thief.
lt's bad for your health.

- So now you know.
- Now l know.

How you gonna get that guy
if he's big as you say?

He ain't gonna be no Lady Godiva.

- Miff Wilson.
- lt's gonna cost you.

l can afford it.

l've saved enough to buy a mountain
l won't need anymore.

l know you're out there, Cross.

l can feel it.

- Miff, how are you?
- Cross! Great!

- Got a minute. Let's step outside.
- Sure.

Remember the job
you did for me in Michigan?

l want you to take care
of someone for me.

He'll be coming down the street
in a black Cadillac.

Hey, nut!
What are you doing?

They're beautiful.

We're going to Paris.

When?

Tomorrow.
We'll get an apartment.

- You've got an apartment.
- A new one.

You're crazy. You know that?

Crazy out of your skull.

l love you.

lf anything happens to me...

if l'm stopped at the airport
or anything like that...

take this to the French Embassy...

to a Gil Mousseau.

And give it to him.

He'll know what to do.

Don't ask now.
l'll tell you soon.

- ln Paris.
- Are you in trouble?

No. That's my insurance policy.

l'm old-fashioned enough
to buy you a ring.

And l know a place
that makes a good breakfast.

- See you on Monday.
- Have a good lunch?

Bloody martini circuits!
Damn town runs on olives and small talk.

This is it.

- ls this the place?
- This'll be okay. You drive on.

Stay here.
l'll see to it.

- Don't move me!
- Call an ambulance.

Don't move me!

Mr. McLeod.

Quick. Get an ambulance.

Your flight leaves Dulles Airport
at 7:50.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

- l will see you over there.
- Yeah.

Mr. Laurier?

You were right, Scorpio.
We should've listened to you.

Are you going to fulfill
your contract now?

l'm out.

We still want Cross.

He'll make contact now
with the opposition.

One last big delivery.

You've shown me no proof
that Cross was a traitor.

You've got a handful of maybes.

You can't buy ten minutes
of my time with that.

Proof? You want proof?

What do you think McLeod was?

A psychopath?
Some sick mind...

that went about ordering killings
to make his days interesting?

No! He was a professional like Cross,
but with a difference.

He was honest.

He had only two gods:
efficiency and duty.

Cross is a double agent.

ln lntelligence,
all evidence is...

of necessity, circumstantial.

But Cross had bank accounts
with considerable assets in Zurich...

under the number 309871.

You can see it written down there
in his handwriting...

checked out against the signature...

on his American Express credit card.

ln that account alone,
he had $238,000.

Down this year to $124,000.

By the way, Scorpio, you can hold
the picture on screen...

or close in on it by using that panel
in front of you.

His next account turned up in Panama.

This time under the name
Robert Crosthwaite.

Credit, $19,500.

He also has a Dallas bank account...

under the name Gerald Cross.

Assets as of January '73,
$60,000.

l grant you, fieldwork demands
trading with the opposition.

Cross knew men like Zharkov, but...

here he is with Raymond Hussein
in Paris...

a man who, he told us,
he had never met.

Here with Robert Simmonds in Beirut.

Another name that never appears
in his field reports.

Cross again in an Arab guerilla camp
with Salem Demcum.

All these men received
substantial information leaks...

from unidentified sources.

Leaks that could have come from Cross.

We put Cross's wife under surveillance
when she returned to Washington.

We have reason to believe
that she was being used as a delivery.

This was filmed by one of our agents.

When she left the house shortly after
the message you monitored in Vienna...

it was called through to Washington.

She went to this storage house.
Cross kept some belongings there.

Then she left, went directly
to the Library of Congress building.

We believe to pass a message.

lt was very crowded with tourists.
She may have made a drop.

Our agent couldn't be sure. He wasn't
allowed to photograph in the building.

She left there at 5:49,
just before closing time.

l picked you up, remember?

l talked Anne into sharing an apartment
so l had an excuse to be around.

lt's too pretty a day.

Remember? Remember?

Good night.

Bye-bye.

You'll have to look me in the eye
when you kill me, Jean.

That won't bother me.
Not this time.

No, you're a one talent man,
Frenchman.

You took this contract because
you wanted inside, you wanted my job.

And you needed a McLeod
to carry your sins for you.

l was finished with you.

l was going home tomorrow
with her.

She was my way out.

l'm sorry about the girl.
Truly sorry.

But l had no part of her plans.

She was a Czech courier,
and very good.

A lot of hard work went
into collecting this.

Go ahead, Scorpio.
lt should be easy.

You'd be doing both of us a favor.

And there's an outside chance
they might let you live.

Two for one.

There's a room just down the hall
from McLeod's office...

where grown men play a game.

lt's a bit like Monopoly...

only more people get hurt.

There's no good...

and no bad.

Jesus!

The object...

is not to win...

but not to lose.

And the only rule...

is to stay in the game.