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Good to see you again.

Is it business or pleasure?

Pleasure this time, Hans. Ah, Herr Templer, then.

Ah, welcome back to West Berlin, Herr Templer. You have your usual suite?

Thank you, sir.

Four, three, two, and there's a message for you.

What's the betting?

Yep. She's late again.

Operator? Simon Templer, room 432. You just put a call through to me.

I see.

423.

No, no, no, don't worry.

Easy mistake.

Yes, I'm sure they will.

Pull it tight.

Yes, sir. Yes, hello. Are there any messages for me, please?

423.

Thank you, sir. Petition.

Excuse me, I'm terribly sorry. I've made a mistake. I'm 432.

Well, there were no messages for 432.

Never was any good with figures.

That's all right, sir.

Conrads. Mean anything to you?

Conrads, ja.

It's a cafe on Leonhardstrasse. Thanks, Hans.

What would I do without you?

Are you sure you're not here on business?

In this city, you can't be sure of anything.

I'm in cafe.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Can I help?

Picking locks is a speciality of mine.

Don't!

May I?

Seatbelts, I think, would be advisable.

are you?

Persistent, aren't they?

Will you tell me who you are?

Never around when you really want them wait, I'll show you something

It's okay.

Relax.

It's the last place that I'm looking.

Herr Templer, I have to thank you.

Don't mention it.

I was killing time anyway.

You live up to your reputation.

So does Berlin.

For producing surprises.

By the way, I'm sorry about Anton.

Was he a friend of yours?

In my business, it is better not to have friends.

And what is your business, Herr Schmidt?

I mean, our friendly policeman seemed fairly impressed with your idea.

I'm a spy.

Everybody you meet in this city is a spy.

True.

But I'm a professional.

Since 10th of March, 1958.

Atlas.

You want to meet?

Anti-terrorist. He has all agencies service.

The latest product of Klasnost.

The Russians, Americans, British and French combine resources to fight the

common enemy, the terrorist.

Sounds like an excellent idea.

Yeah? Well, it's about time.

Perhaps you'd better judge for yourself.

All right.

No, no, impossible. I cannot agree.

For Pete's sake, Jean-Claude, the whole concept of this agency is that we use

freelancers. Anton was a freelancer. He delivered the big one.

The big one. He has left us without a lead of any kind. Completely

incompetent. Well, the poor bastard's dead.

I refrain from pointing out that he was recruited by the American section.

Now, just wait a minute, buddy. If we could avoid personalities.

Tell that to Napoleon over here.

Gentlemen, we are getting nowhere.

I'm in favor of accepting Mr. Templer's offer.

Right.

You know my position.

I think one must weigh the fact that Mr. Templer is already to some extent

involved against his highly unsavory reputation.

It's not an easy judgment to make.

Well, try to make it, would you, George? I mean, this thing is kind of mega.

We need help.

On balance...

But I admit it's a fine one.

I'm against employing Mr. Templer. Oh, jeez.

Do I get a casting vote?

This is not a matter for joking, Mr. Templer.

You could have fooled me.

Pity.

Because, as a matter of fact, I have a lead.

Somebody left a message rant on at the hotel.

I managed to pick it up.

Urgent contact Peter.

Mean anything to anyone?

We should begin, perhaps, with some introductions.

Russell. Welcome aboard.

Forbes.

Boyer. Oui, ma'am.

And my name is Grigoriev.

You've heard of Dieter Lange? The Hamburg stadium bombing, yes, of course.

But he went out of business years ago.

His group are in jail. The bastard's back in business.

Antonin Schmidt has covered that.

Yeah.

Lange has formed a new group. Better organized even than before.

He's about to make a major arms purchase.

The finance is coming from Switzerland. We don't know who. We don't know what.

Yes,

thank you.

There's no Peter on any of our files or databases.

Ah!

We do seem to be back where we started from.

No, I don't think so.

Whoever killed Anton was looking for something.

Maybe they didn't find it.

Glasnost. I know, but it's early days.

Listen, Simon.

I'm a spy.

I've always been a spy.

The enemy was communist.

Simple, yeah? They had their agents, we had ours. Some of ours were theirs, of

course. But some of theirs were ours.

But it was no problem.

We found out that one of ours hit one of theirs. We just turn him. So they think

he's theirs when in fact he's ours.

And they do the same. So simple.

Not quite.

But now, who is the enemy?

Nobody. Where are the double agents?

Nowhere. Trust everybody.

And this is supposed to make the world a safer place?

The only safe world is the one where you trust nobody.

Look. They searched.

The police searched.

We've searched.

And there's nothing.

According to you, Anton always wrote everything down, right?

Of course, I do the same.

Well, if Peter was a contact, he must have written the number down somewhere.

Maybe even the address.

Yes, but... Maybe we're on the wrong tack.

Best hiding place is always the most obvious.

Was Antoine a religious man?

No.

I wouldn't think so.

Gideon Bible.

Usually to be found gathering dust in the drawer.

Well, maybe he'd seen the light.

Let's take a rest.

That's your drink?

That's an excellent idea.

Right. Let's apply some logic.

Anton has a bad memory, so he writes things down.

But he's also a professional.

Yeah, it's the best.

So, any really critical information, he hides.

Someplace he can get at easily, where nobody else would think of looking.

Wait a minute.

Look.

What?

The fire regulations?

Come on.

The most obvious place in the world.

Diamond, you're a genius.

I know, I know.

Oh, dear.

Stella. Thank God, Simon.

Stella.

Ah, airlines.

You can forget them. But what the hell?

Here I am, and here you are. And I want to tell you something.

I could kill for a glass of champagne. Stella, I'm afraid I have to go out.

What? Urgent business.

What's more urgent than a glass of champagne?

Listen, I'm terribly sorry, but make yourself at home, and I'll be back as

soon as I can, I promise.

Simon!

Yeah, it's in the Turkish quarter.

Yeah, I know it. Good.

Thanks, Hans.

It's like the old days.

I think it is better we go in my car.

Less conspicuous.

You can say that again.

General Donovan.

Where the hell did you get this stuff?

Does it really matter?

No way, George.

No friggin' way.

You haven't heard my offer. I don't want to hear it. No way.

You're talking ASP rockets.

The latest state-of-the-art technology.

Super lethal.

So lethal that the Pentagon has agreed.

to include them in the latest Soviet-U.S. arms reduction treaty. I

know about their nuclear capability.

How the hell did you know that?

Don't believe what you read in the newspapers, Dan.

I'm still a major player.

I know the first consignment will be flown back to the States in four days'

time. Twenty rockets.

Am I right?

You bought somebody in the Pentagon.

But don't you see that the situation is ideal from our point of view?

Under the terms of the treaty, the rockets are to be destroyed, huh?

Therefore, if they disappear in transit and you arrange things with your

customary efficiency, nobody will ever know.

Until some maniac decides to use them. My dear Dan, in that event...

Your government would want only one thing.

To cover up.

I'll pay you five million dollars for these rockets.

Five million dollars, then.

Paid any way you like.

Anywhere you like.

By the way.

Your maid is in the car.

My dear friend, your wife is away. Why deny yourself?

Thanks. But I'll settle for the money.

You're seeing him tonight.

Am I?

Uh-huh.

He has taken a big decision.

He could do something stupid.

Amuse him.

Do you know what that devoted father and husband likes to do in bed?

Tell me.

It might give me some ideas.

Huh?

Allons-y.

Your friend?

Where's your friend?

Where's he hiding?

Come on!

All right, that's six bullets. Let's go.

And if he's got another gun, then I'm wrong.

Did you tell them where Peter is?

Yeah.

Come on,

let's go.

It's my car, you know. Sorry, Otto, but unless we stop them or get ahead of

them, it's Auf Wiedersehen, Peter.

Quicker to walk, I think.

It has to be, doesn't

it?

Peter? What do you want?

My name is Schmidt.

I'm a friend of Anton.

Please, we would like to talk.

Somewhere quiet.

Simon Tapper, glad to be of service.

Terrific view.

Yes. I find it so reassuring.

As long as the wall is there and now I can earn a living.

Papa, ich gehe jetzt. Wir sehen uns später.

Danke, Liebling.

Goodbye. Wiedersehen.

Cream? Sugar?

Oh, just black, please.

Thank you.

Your daughter makes an impeccable cup of coffee. Truly?

She's my wife. She always calls me Papa.

Sort of choke between us.

She's a little bit younger than me, you see. Oh, really?

Yeah, yeah.

Understood.

It's agreed.

The money, safe house, everything.

I don't know.

Even a new identity, if necessary.

You don't know, Lang.

You don't know what he is.

Not as I do.

Can you give us a description?

Do you have a photograph?

He is mad.

Completely mad.

You have some information you were going to give Anton?

Yes.

There's a man coming from Zurich, I think.

Reuss. His name is Reuss.

He will arrive tomorrow at the Palace Hotel.

In East Berlin?

Yes, I make the reservation myself.

The vector.

Clever. But Lange isn't in the East.

I don't think so.

When did you last see him?

I haven't seen him for more than five years.

He is a complete mystery.

Then how does he communicate with you?

Always through Foss and Mund.

Our little friends?

Yes. Do they know where Lange is?

It's possible.

But he moves around.

He always did.

So Royce is the money for the arms deal?

I think so, yes.

Will Lange meet him?

Yes.

I begin to see a little daylight, don't you?

Seems like a high-risk strategy to me.

Well, sure it is, but we have a volunteer.

Well, Jean-Claude, what do you think?

I think I owe Mr. Tamber an apology for my former skepticism.

He's met to make such an offer, of course, but we would be met not to

accept it.

Well, what do you know?

So the sooner we contact the East Germans, the better.

Is that a problem?

There are certain elements in East Germany less responsive to new direction

and initiatives than others.

In plain English, Mr. Templer, we have yet to see the exact balance of

political opinion.

In plain American, the clowns don't play ball.

Look, I'm not just going to put Royce on ice.

I've got to convince Lang that I am Royce.

Royce is going to tell me everything he knows and fast.

Now, he'll only do that if I can convince him that the alternative is 20

years in the salt mines.

I'm certain we could persuade his German security, but it will take time. Yeah,

which we haven't got.

Looks as if I'll have to try the personal approach.

Come again?

In this life, it's not who you know, it's who you owe.

And who owes you.

Simon.

What exactly are we doing here?

What everybody else is probably doing.

Waiting to meet a spy.

They won't cooperate.

Even that East German colonel of yours.

On the contrary.

I think we're in business.

And I think not.

Colonel Strauss.

You are asking a great deal.

You owe me a great deal.

Yes, but only you and I know that.

I'm not asking you to betray your own interests.

I've never done that.

No.

This man Lang is a threat to all governments.

But primarily to Western governments.

That might have been true a few years ago. Now?

You really think things have changed?

I think they're changing.

Don't you?

Well, I think... I don't like being an adept, Simon.

I prefer that you should be in mine.

Thanks a lot.

Why thank me?

You'll pay.

Yes, but only you and I.

exactly Simon there you

are just about giving you up you you you

I'm sorry

No good asking you what the deal is.

No, of course not.

My book.

Signed by the author.

You don't deserve it.

Backlash. Self-defense for women in a man's world.

Snappy, huh?

Terrifying. Sold over one million copies already in the States.

So glamorous, intelligent, plus... Rich.

Excellent.

So,

Herr Reuss, begin, please.

And remember, the speed with which you make your statement will determine the

length of your...

holiday in the German Democratic Republic.

Thank you.

Please mr. Royce

Herr Weiss, I am Dieter Lahn.

My credentials.

One million dollars.

Our first installment for the rockets.

We now know the price that Milas is asking.

Thirty million dollars.

Our people aren't prepared to back you for more than twenty-one million.

That is a matter for you.

And for you.

No.

You wish to buy the rockets for use by my organization.

The price you pay is of no concern to me. That.

It's between you and Milas.

30 million is too much.

For 20 rockets.

Do you know what this is, Herr Reuth?

Coral.

Do you know how it's made?

By genocide.

Yes.

Each new generation of the living organism implants itself on the previous

generation, killing it.

A year passes.

The cycle is repeated.

A new layer of corpses is added.

And so the great reefs are built.

Do you understand?

This is the model for a new order of human society

Does the idea interest you Of

course not but the necessary precondition of a new order

is Chaos And

that is what I offer

20 rockets, 20 airports destroyed, all parliament buildings, conference

centers, embassies, whatever you choose.

All security measures useless.

Global panic.

Chaos.

And for you, who will select the targets and dictate the timing, fantastic

profits.

It's all agreed then.

But even so, I want you to go to a party.

I'm Irma Davos.

Please.

Mr. Mules?

Mr. Royce?

Ah, how do you do?

Impressed? 30 million is too much.

Have a drink, Mr. Royce.

I don't drink.

I could make one phone call and get 40, even 50.

This is a bankless draft for 20 million, plus $1 million in cash.

It's as high as my people will go.

Mr. Royce.

Your current indebtedness to the banks is 120 million, Mr. Millas.

The book value of your assets is less than 50 million.

Interest on your debts is costing you $35,000 a day.

You're going under. You need this deal.

I'm authorized to countersign this draft when land confirms delivery.

Think about it

It's the same man. The man who was with Schmidt.

Find him. Find him.

An expensive sports car with English number plates goes with an expensive

hotel.

They have Royce.

For the moment.

But they know everything.

No.

Not everything.

My God, how do we get out of this one?

We pull in Millers immediately.

We have to. Do that and you lose Lange. True. On the one hand. On the other

hand... Screw Lange, you're close right.

Can't take any kind of risks with these rockets.

I'm not asking you to take risks.

Ah, General.

You know everybody, I think, except Mr. Templer, General Donovan.

Glad to know you, Templer.

Gentlemen, we seem to have ourselves a situation.

We were discussing the advisability of arresting Millers. Why?

You'll blow the whole deal. Stone dead.

We can't afford to play games, General.

We can't afford not to.

Someone in my chain of command has been bought.

I want to know who. Millis will talk. You can bet on that.

And you could bet my man would have vanished. Over the hill. But that damned

rocket's dead.

The rockets are not going anywhere but back to the junk heap in approximately

16 hours.

With half the world press as a witness.

I've got 200 of my best men sitting on those babies.

It'll take half the Russian army to get to them.

Melissa's just small fry.

Lang is the big fish.

You play Melissa long, we'll hook him.

Okay, I'm sold.

We met.

On balance, I agree.

You screwed up, Nellis.

I'm calling the shots from now on. Now you've got one option.

To vanish.

For a long, long time.

Are you hearing me?

I saved your hide here.

God knows why.

I ought to kill you.

And I will. If you're not out of West Berlin in two hours.

What's the matter with you? What happened?

Shut up. Drive me to the airport.

The airport?

Yes, to the airport.

What happened? I need to know.

Irma, what is this?

I need to know.

That man Royce, he was an imposter. I see.

Irma, for God's sake. Shut up!

Rather washes you up, doesn't it? No, I... As a matter of fact, you were

finished in the arms business a long time ago.

But you wouldn't lie down.

Emma, I beg you. And you made the mistake of thinking I was just a piece

of bedroom furniture.

Well, I'm not.

I've learned a lot.

Thanks.

Hello.

You better pray this doesn't go to a second round, ape man.

Well, this cassette came one hour ago, followed by a telephone call. They won't

rise. We have time until midnight.

That's only three hours.

Simon, these people are serious.

If you don't do what they say, my number is up.

I'll be dead, Simon.

Clever girl.

Run of the game, will you?

Simon, these people are serious.

If you don't do what they say, my number is up.

I be dead, Simon.

I'd be dead.

Doesn't that strike you as a little strange?

My number's up.

Also a little odd.

But if you put them together...

See what we get.

Now, unless the dollar's been knocking about the champagne, the phone number

where they're holding it.

Gregorio, get me an address for this number, 814-3403.

Well, that's absolutely incredible.

Who is this lady?

Probably a professional spy.

Was. Now she's a professional writer.

Well, that's Stella Moreau.

Backlash. A woman's revenge. My wife reads her.

Got it.

Thank you.

Got the address?

That is, as you say, the good news.

The bad news is, that's in East Berlin.

My cousin sends his apologies.

They are not his best work, but in the time... They'll do fine, Hans.

Thanks very much.

Just like the old days.

I hate false papers.

I never can remember what my name is supposed to be.

Well, you're still Schmidt, but Heinrich.

Heinrich Schmidt from Hanover.

Heinrich?

Ridiculous. All right, but remember, if they get one sniff of us, Stella's dead.

You are out of your mind.

What if they decide to pick up Milos anyway?

Milos is dead.

But the offer to you still stands.

Five million for the rockets.

I've inherited the deal now.

Where's the money coming from? They've already got Royce. Royce will be

recovered or replaced, doesn't matter which.

The money's there.

I don't like it. I don't want to be in on it. Look, you're crazy. I don't want

to... Oh, but you will, my friend.

Or I go first to the Supreme Allied Commander.

Then to your dear wife.

Well, how are you going to handle a banking situation?

How do I get paid?

As usual.

I would not advise it.

I know everything that George knew.

And a little more.

Relax. Just remember, you're Heinrich Schmidt from Hamburg.

Hamburg. Hannover.

You said Hannover.

Just testing.

Thank you.

Hannover?

Yeah. I have a brother there.

I have a mother-in-law.

My god, I'm getting too old for this game. You still seem pretty good at it.

I should retire.

But no pension, a young wife, and Trudy wants to have children.

Come on this way.

There's three of them. We're running out of time.

Right. It's a simple plan, but we've got to move fast.

You all right?

Let's do it again.

Is he okay?

What? Yes, he'll be fine in a couple of minutes.

Yes, give me Colonel Strauss.

It's urgent.

Ah, that's what I call service.

I thought you said Colonel Strauss was female and lovely.

Yes.

She is. Could she be wearing a disguise?

So much for glasnost.

Two-man dad.

Farged identity papers.

And you expect me to believe some fantasy about terrorists and rockets?

One phone call to Colonel Stratton. Colonel Schatz. All I hear is Colonel

Schatz. All right.

So tell me, what's your connection with her?

Why don't you get on the line and ask her yourself?

I could.

But you see, we don't speak.

You interest me.

You are a strange insect to find in the widow spider's web.

Hoffa, listen to me.

Wait a minute.

Listen to me.

The man on the left is Millas, the arms dealer.

The man on the right is General Donovan.

Don't you see what this means?

Tell me.

General Donovan commands those rockets.

If they bought him, they bought the rockets.

Oh, mon Dieu.

Twenty rockets that can be operated from the back of a delivery truck. The

guidance system a child of six can operate.

A very strange insect, indeed.

Hoffa, your internal politics are putting thousands of lives at risk.

I'm going to pick up that phone. I'm going to call Colonel Strauss, and I'm

going to do it right now.

Lank, it doesn't matter. We don't need the money, so we don't need Royce.

Come here.

See what I see.

Conference center.

Gray little men arriving from all over the world.

They think they're very important, but they're just little gray men.

And they're planning to have fun.

They're dreaming.

Dreaming of a girl like me.

They know they're safe.

The wife's at home.

Security is for proof.

So they dream of me.

What they'd like to do to me.

And then... Chaos.

Simon?

Is he gonna wait out yet?

Of course.

Really?

What are we waiting for?

Feeding time.

Which might be too late. They're moving the rockets out in the morning.

Damn.

We could still make it.

Simon, what are you doing?

Historic moment, General.

Doug, let us sit those babies, Captain.

Yes, sir.

General, gentlemen, our diplomats and the press await a little moment of

history.

What you're witnessing this morning is detente for real.

A small, but what I believe firmly significant step toward world peace.

Say goodbye to them. And ladies and gentlemen, say goodbye to 40 years of

the Cold War.

Simon. Hello.

Hello,

Russell.

Simon, where the hell have you...

Donovan is what?

Switch low loaders. Right under our noses.

We can do it.

We can monitor calls in the East as well as the West. We do it all the time.

Lang doesn't use the phone.

Ever.

We know that.

How the hell can he control his people?

That we don't know.

Yet.

The checkpoints. How can he possibly get through?

Don't think he's figured that out.

When do we do it?

I do it.

Just before we leave.

Can you remember anything?

Yeah.

Actually, I have a total recall.

So, I start whenever they grab me.

They give me a shot of something, I pass out.

When I come round...

Total darkness.

But I can hear a sort of engine pounding and a smell, a smell

like oil, like I'm on a boat or something.

And there are men, three voices, German.

I can't understand what they're saying. You know, my head is hurting so much,

but I think, I guess it was instructions of some sort.

And a name, Foss.

And then something was Strasse, Mensenstrasse,

Mengenstrasse. Mensingerstrasse?

Was it Mensingerstrasse?

Mensingerstrasse, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Right. This is where we stopped when they took me to meet Lan.

We switched to the second van here.

Maybe that's what you were talking about.

I mean, there's nothing here.

Except that stupid wall.

The wall.

There were some of these in Lan's garage.

There were more of them in the room where they took you.

That's how they communicate.

They bury their messages in hundreds of miles of graffiti.

Buried is the word. I mean, where do you begin?

There.

Lange's personal fetish.

Stag's Hong Kong.

Land of air canal.

You weren't in a boat.

You were on a barge.

For God's sake, Lang.

What if they do a spot check?

They've been paid, haven't they?

The police are everywhere.

At least get out of sight.

You're a gray little man, Lunk.

It never was the ideology.

In the real world, it never is.

We're rich. One million dollars rich plus the rockets.

If we can find buyers.

I already have buyers.

I know more about the arms business than Milos ever did.

My God, you are something.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Yours or mine? Mine, I think. May I?

Be my guest.

Better?

Much better. Thanks.

Royce's draft for 20 million.

Oh, he's signed it.

What?

You mean this little slip of paper is worth 20 million bucks?

It's an irrevocable letter of credit. All he needed was Royce's signature to

turn it into cash.

Thought you chaps might find a use for it. But why in God's name did Royce sign

it? It was his death warrant.

No idea.

Colonel Strauss, sir, handled that side of it.

What I fail to understand is why you did not walk off with it yourself.

Jean-Claude, you're really something, you know that?

Why didn't you walk off with it?

Really, Otto.

Don't you think it could be that I'm just an honest, decent citizen?

No. No, I don't.

Otto.

No, I'm afraid he's right, Trudy.

I had to do it.

To take everybody's mind off this.

Of course.

Lund's million.

That's right.

How many children do you want, Trudy? Three? Four?

It's yours.

Less my usual percentage for expenses.

Retire, Otto.

Go forth and multiply.

Oh, won't you answer it?

After what happened last time?

Not a chance.

Could be for me.

True. It could be important.

Right.

But...

Thank you.