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1942, today in all of
this war-torn world

there remain only
a few uneasy neutrals.

Of these countries,
Turkey is the most important.

For with her,
may lie the identity

of the ultimate victim.
Observe her position.

At her front door in Bulgaria
are the German hordes.

At her back door in the
caucuses are the Russians.

At her side-door in Syria

are the British
and the fighting French.

With only Turkey's neutrality
to keep them apart.

Turkey wants to be neutral.

Yet, intrigue is what she fears.

Intrigue.

Ankara, Turkey's capital

is flooded with spies,
agents, provocateurs.

One street alone, the street
of diplomats, is known as

the street of a 1001 plots.

Here, side by side are
the embassies of

the United States,
England, Italy, Germany.

The man with the
portfolio under his arm,

is Hitler's emissary to Turkey.

Whatever country he's visited

he's opened the way to German tourists,
educators, salesmen.

All fifth columnists.

Watch him closely.

For that man is Franz Von Papen.

Hitler's ambassador of
treachery and deceit.

- Rudick, has he arrived?
- He's in the anteroom.

Good. Send him in immediately.

Yes, sir.

Well, Rudick, sit down.

You made the flight from Ankara
to Berlin in fast time.

Six hours.

Our plane service is still
efficient, at any rate.

- How old are you, Rudick?
- 52.

Fifty two full years,
my dear friend.

I trust the time has not yet
come for you to retire.

Retirement is not good.

An active man retires,
and what happens?

Heart failure, apoplexy.

Or something sudden
strikes him down.

Did I rush all the way
to Berlin to--

You came because I sent for you.

My dear Rudick, is it possible
you do not understand?

I understood and I acted.

I threw the bomb at
Von Papen myself.

An explosion took place
and Russians were arrested.

"Russians were arrested."

Russians who proved they were
miles away at the time.

In all my experience, never has
there been such inept handling

of a simple matter.

Have you forgotten
the Reichstag fire?

There was a masterpiece of
creating a political crisis.

Had you followed our example,
our esteemed ambassador.

Herr Von Papen would be dead.

And the farce of Turkish
neutrality would be ended.

But, let me tell you..

My dear Rudick, at times your
limited mentality convinces me

that you belong exclusively
to Mussolini.

Our problem is a simple one.

We must create an incident.

Any kind of an incident,
that will convince Turkey

Russia is about to attack her.

How we accomplish this,
does not matter.

Our task is to present
Turkey with a match

that will inflame
the people against Russia.

Perhaps, Hans Eisen in Ankara.

'No, Rudick.'

'In international diplomacy'

'the shortest distance
between two points'

'is never a straight line.'

'We must use the back door
to Turkey.'

'Somewhere on the road
to Ankara'

'we'll make use of our friends.'

'Friends who can be bought
for the occasion.'

Baghdad-Istanbul express!

- Mister, cigar, cigarette?
- You got any gum?

No, no, no.
Gum, chewing gum.

How much?
How much?

40 cents for a packet of gum?

Not me, brother.
Here's a five, corner the deal.

Hey.

Merci, monsieur.
Merci.

- Piece of gum?
- No, thanks.

'You sure you won't have some?'

Sorry.

It's okay by me.
This stuff is hard to find.

To me, it just stains costume,
this chewing the gum.

I could never learn to like it.

'You are an American,
are you not?'

Uh-huh.

Oh, it's a wonderful thing
to be an American.

Free, independent.

Four score and seven years ago

our fathers brought forth
upon this continent

a new nation.

Conceived in liberty
and dedicated

to the proposition that
all men are created equal.

I learned to speak English in
an American missionary school.

You do alright.

You no doubt consider it
strange I should bring along

my own food onboard
the deluxe train.

No. Not necessarily.

On trains these days,
they feed soldiers first

and civilians second.

Oh, that is how it should be.

So I generally bring
my own food.

- You travel a lot?
- I used to.

'We were always
traveling before the war.'

Now everything is so changed.

Yeah, the world isn't
like it used to be.

I've been all over Persia
and Southern Russia

in the last two months.
And I've seen a lot.

I just flew in from Baku.
A far ground at the Senalep.

- Oh, may I hang up your coat?
- No, thank you.

- I don't want to take it off.
- Well, let me get you a pillow.

That man... that man out there..

- Did he say something to you?
- He's following me.

If he sticks his head in here,
I'll punch him in the nose.

Here, make yourself comfortable.

Allow me to introduce myself.

My name Ana Remzi.

Joe Barton.

You know I've been
wondering about you.

This man out there,
is an informer.

'He recognized me.'

At the frontier,
I shall be searched.

In here I have more than
5,000 lira of securities.

It is all that remains of
what my poor father left me.

I no longer have a home.

They killed my father and
my two brothers, the swines.

Please take my securities
across the border for me.

You are an American

they would not dare
search your person.

I will pay you 200 lira.

Almost a 150 dollars,
and there is no risk for you.

This means a lot to you,
doesn't it?

Yes. Oh, yes, Mr. Barton.

Please, you will
never regret it.

Okay. I'll do it.
But for free.

No charge.

'Turkey Syrian frontier.'

Really, there's no need
for you to search me.

I've told you everything.
My name is--

Yes, madame, we know.
But this is merely a regulation.

Very well.

Please come with me
to the customs office.

- What is your business?
- I sell machinery.

For oil wells and refineries.

I got some money waiting
for me in Ankara.

At Ankara, where are you
going to reside, sir?

At The Hotel Europe.

If you are living the country
more than one week

please, do visit a police
station and register.

Ms. Remzi, I was getting
worried about you.

Well, I guess that's that.
It's all clear.

Here you are.

No, please put it back
in your pocket.

This man got back on
the train again.

Wouldn't you do me
just one more favor?

Sure.

Please take my securities
on as far as Ankara.

- Why not.
- Oh, thank you. You're so kind.

Oh, you Americans
are so wonderful.

Now, listen.
This is what you do.

You go to your hotel... and you
ah, what do you call it?

You kill a little time,
while I get rid of this man.

Let me take you to the hotel.

No. It's much easier for me to
get rid of him, if I'm alone.

And then, after about an hour
or so, you come to my hotel.

The Hotel Cardenas.

And I'll be there,
waiting for you.

Oh, swell and maybe we can
have dinner together.

Maybe.

Oh, how do you do? The hotel is
full up. You have reservation?

- Yes. Barton.
- Oh yes, sir.

I received it myself.
You are in 315.

Hello?

Who? Oh, just a minute.
It's for you, sir.

- Me?
- Yes, sir.

Hello?

Mr. Barton?
Everything is alright.

I'll be right over.

Say, could you tell me
where The Cardenas Hotel is?

It's in the old section of town.

It is not very
respectable there.

I get it.

Hey.

Ms. Remzi is expecting me.

- Uh... name?
- Barton.

Room 25.

Ms. Remzi.

Ms. Remzi?

Ms. Remzi.

Mr. Barton... Mr. Barton.

- 'What's the matter?'
- Mr. Barton..

Nikolai!

- Where did that man go?
- Up the street.

Wait for me at the automobile.

Hotel Europe.

Who is it?

- 'Mr. Barton?'
- Yes.

Open up. Police.

Just a minute.

'Open up!

'Open up!'

Your passport, Mr. Barton.

Oh, what's the trouble?
I just arrived in town.

Your passport, Mr. Barton.

American, huh?

'That's right.'

I have a few questions to ask.

I suggest you cooperate.

I'd be delighted.

- Salesman, huh?
- Uh-huh.

What brings you to Turkey?

Well, just passing through
on my way back to the States.

Where did you go after
you left the hotel?

No place. It's my first time
here and I just went around

and took a little stroll,
that's all.

You must submit to
a search of your person.

Sure. Here, I'll help you.

It's the company
I work for, my wallet.

Oh, there's some
chewing gum in there.

Couple of telephone numbers
that won't do you any good.

They're from Brooklyn.

Will you please come with us?

- Where?
- To the police commissary.

He would like to ask you
a few more questions.

Looks like you're taking the
long way to that police station.

Keep quiet please.

Is this what you
call headquarters?

Keep moving, understand?

That's one language
I do understand.

Ah, the American.

'Be seated.'

You are indignant no doubt,
Mr. Barton.

And outraged even. That's
quite understandable, sir.

What right have I,
a perfect stranger,

to have my men kidnap you,
an American citizen?

Here on legitimate business,
unless these documents lie.

'The answer is,
no right at all.'

'Except my own wishes.'

That's right, sir.
Make yourself comfortable.

I'm always in favor of
doing business in comfort.

Business? I've got no business
with you.

Come, come, Mr. Barton.

Let's get to the point.

Why did you kill Ms. Beronovic?

- Who?
- Beronovic.

Never heard of her.

Perhaps you knew her under
the name of Remzi, Ana Remzi?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You may think that I enquire
after the fate of Beronovic

or Remzi, as you know,
are out of some petty desire

for revenge.
That is not so.

Ms. Remzi, personally, was not
of the slightest interest to me.

She was, however, carrying
a certain property of mine

and you probably examined it.

'You know the photographs are
of no monetary value to you.'

Don't waste any time,
let me handle him.

Who are you, anyway?

I fail to see that it can be
of the slightest interest

for you to know it. It is
however, Colonel Robinson.

Now that we've observed that
formality, get to the point.

Remzi telephoned me to say that
you were carrying the envelope.

My men were on the spot in time
to see you go in her hotel.

They did not see you leave.

- Is that correct, Mailler?
- That is correct.

For the last time, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Don't you think you're
being rather foolish?

For instance.

Now, please, don't spoil
this delightful evening

with talk of unpleasant things.

Be sensible, Mr. Barton.
Hand over the envelope.

Forget the whole affair.

We might even discuss the
question of a substantial

honorarium in recognition of
your trouble and discomfort.

'What do you say?'

I said my piece
and I'll stick to it.

The art of persuasion
has always interested me.

'The early 1920s brought with
them a renaissance of that art'

'which compares in glory
of achievement'

'to the inquisition itself.'

'A modern master's work with
the sublime simplicity'

'and humility of
the truly inspired.'

And there's a procedure which
consists of treating

the lower part of the face
with rubber truncheons.

'Oddly enough, the subject
frequently dies of lung trouble'

'some few months later.'

'Something to do
with congestion.'

'Caused by the treatment.'

There are many others
just as interesting.

And all have their advocates.

'Myself, I have no special
likes and dislikes.'

I think you see,
what is in my mind.

Do you, Mr. Barton?

The good ol' third degree.

Very pretty reasoning,
Mr. Barton.

I'm in no mood for
drawing unpleasantries.

It seems we shall have to
insist on your cooperation.

- You'll never get it.
- I think so.

I'll leave him to you, Mailler.
Only don't be too long about it.

They're taking you downstairs
to the cellars.

You'll be separated from this
room by several meters

of stonework and earth.

But I think I'll be able
to hear your reactions

to Captain Maillers
persuasive methods.

Yeah? That's what you think.

Going to be sensible, my friend?

Or do I have to start on you?

Had enough yet?

Just wasting your time.

'Put up your hands.'

Step back there.

Very charming little gadget.

Keep your hands up.

You pigs!

That's the only
language you're doing--

Wait a minute.
This is my meat.

No, no, no, this way.
Follow me.

This is my sister, Mr. Barton.

I think we've met before.

How did you know my name?

I'll explain you that later.

Nevermind who I am.
Kindly listen attentively.

You'll find a dead woman
in The Cardenas Hotel.

The last person to see her alive
was an American named Barton.

Registered to the Hotel Europe.

Check with the night porter.

Well, well, well.
Here we are.

Please, please make yourself
at home. Comfortable..

Sit down and-and we will
look after your wound.

My sweet little Tamara, how
about getting some hot water?

I'll be glad to.
Does that pain you?

Oh, it's nothing much.
I'd forget it.

Forget it? No.

Very bad things can come
from very little cuts.

It's nice to relax after
what we've been through

and we've been through
quite a bit, haven't we?

We sure have.

Well, now we are here.
Now we eat.

But first we will have
a drink of vodka.

That will, how do you say,
pick you up.

Come on, stop stalling.

You said when we get to
the apartment, we'd talk.

- Alright, let's talk.
- Yeah, but not so quick.

Oh, you Americans.

Always in a hurry, hurry.
Business, business.

Well, we will talk, but quietly.

First, like gentlemen
we'll have a drink of vodka.

Not for me.
I never use it.

Strange!

Oh, it's just a scratch.
I wouldn't bother.

- I want to do it.
- Mm, mm!

Again, you put that
cheap vodka in my bottle.

Where did you hide the real one?

In the kitchen.

She always hides
my good vodka from me.

Excuse me, please.

I don't know why they
always keep my vodka..

Barton, he lives at
the Europe Hotel, Room 315.

Search it. I'll keep him
here to give you time.

- Room 315, Europe Hotel?
- That's right.

Ha!

Well, well. Mm.
Ha ha ha.

This is vodka!

Mm! Smell it.

Couldn't I tempt you?
Would make you feel much better.

I feel okay,
thanks to your sister.

Thank you.

Well..

Well, let's get down
to business.

What's your racket?

Racket? What is racket?
An American word?

Don't understand it.

Well, to you,
my very suspicious friend.

Say, why are you
so suspicious of me?

- Didn't I save your life?
- Yeah, sure.

And I appreciate it too.

But there are few things
I'd like to have cleared up.

Who are you?
And who is Ana Remzi?

And why was she killed?

Four simple questions.

And I'd like to have
four simple answers.

Four simple... Ha ha!

W-w-what am I going
to do with him?

- Answer his questions.
- Thanks.

Your sister has a lot of sense.

Oh, yes, she..
You stay out of this!

Oh, I can see we're
not getting any place.

- I'm going back to the hotel.
- P-p-please, Mr. Barton--

You see, Nikolai,
you're so crude.

A-and I'm crude,
I'm not subtle. I know.

I-I don't know what to do.

Oh, perhaps we try
the American way.

Cards on the table, huh?

Now we're getting someplace.

- What's your business?
- Hm. Uh..

Confidentially, I... I am an
agent of the Soviet Union.

- What is your business, sir?
- Machinery. I sell it.

Oh, machinery. You know,
with us Russians, machinery..

Well, it is like religion.
What kind of machinery, please?

Heavy stuff for refineries.

I've been in Syria
the last couple of months.

Oh, Syria. Hm.

Well, then you came to Ankara
from Aleppo, didn't you?

That's right.

And in the train
you met Ana Remzi

and she gave you
a certain envelope?

Right again.

And when you tried to return it,
she was dead, huh?

- Correct.
- Then what happened?

- Then you showed up.
- Ha ha ha.

What's Colonel Robinson's
interest in all this?

Pig! He's a Nazi agent.

May I ask you a question,
Mr. Barton?

Sure.

Why on earth didn't you
give up that envelope

and save yourself
that painful interlude

in Colonel Robinson's cellar?

I had an idea it was important
to the Russian government.

That's right. It is.
May I ask you another question?

Why does the welfare of
the Russian government

concern you so much?

I'm an American.
America is at war.

And Russia is one of our allies.

Of course, Mr. Barton.
I apologize, I apologize.

You know that these
few simple words

remove every suspicion
from my mind concerning you.

I wish I could say
the same for you.

Well, I'll tell you
everything now. Everything.

- Believe me.
- Okay, I'm waiting.

Well, you know that
the Nazis are trying

to cause trouble between
Russia and Turkey.

Yes, I read the papers.

You might also know
they won't stop at anything.

Bribery, forgery, murder.

Well, they even made
photographic copies

of false Russian plans
to invade Turkey.

They are trying to publish
that in a Turkish press.

Trying to excite
the Turkish people.

So that they stop being neutral
and go over to Germany's side.

Well, they didn't count with
the Russian counter espionage.

The Russian agent, Ms. Boranovic

or as you know her, Ms. Remzi,
intercepted those forgers.

Well, with consequences
to herself that you know.

May I ask you now in
the name of the Soviet Union

to turn that envelope to me?

Let me get this straight.

That girl I met on
the train, Ms. Remzi.

She was a Russian agent and
she was working for you?

That's right.
That's correct.

I like my cards on the table,
not from a cold deck.

You and Colonel Robinson should
get together on your stories.

Huh?

He told me Remzi
was working for him.

Maybe he was lying.

Maybe you're lying.

Well, I think
I'll go to the hotel.

- Thanks for the first aid.
- Wait, Mr. Barton.

I want the envelope.

Nobody is gonna get it, until
I find out what it's all about.

- No?
- No.

Sorry I had to do that.
You did me a good turn.

Don't ever pull a gun on me.

Yes. Why don't you stop treating
him as if he were an imbecile.

It stands to reason if he
wouldn't give up that envelope

to Col. Robinson under pressure,
he wouldn't give up to us.

If your are on the level
about being Russian agents

meet me at the Russian Embassy
in two hours.

- And the envelope?
- I'll have it with me.

I want some vodka.

I want some vodka!

- How do you do, Mr. Barton?
- Morning.

- Any messages for me?
- No, nothing, sir.

Thanks.

Wanted for murder?

Mr. Barton just went up
to his room.

He's in 315.

There is Mr. Barton.

This way down to the basement.

Hey.

- Yes, sir?
- Have you any Polo cigarettes?

- Polo? Did you say Polo?
- Yes.

P-O-L-O.

A friend in America
told me about this place.

In America?

So Tunsa and sons are
known even in America.

Did you hear that, baba?

I'm sorry. We have so many
brands of cigarettes.

I-I can't quite place
the name, Polo.

Perhaps if you'd be kind enough
to write it out for me.

Sure.

Baba, do we have this cigarette?

This is my father.

He knows all about
cigarettes and blends.

Matter of fact, there's nothing
about tobaccos he doesn't know.

Effendi, this cigarette
of which you speak

it is very strong.
The blends--

I know the blends.

Three parts Bafra,
three parts Latakia

three parts Mahala.

How many does the effendidesire?

Two hundred will be plenty.

Would you like your initials
on each cigarette?

Yes, the initials are JB.

Mr. McNamara will be very happy
to see you Mr. Barton.

Through that door
and up the stairs.

- Hello, Mac.
- Hello, Barton.

I thought you'd check in
before this. Have any luck?

Yeah, I did, but it was all bad.

I had everything tied up
in a nice sweet package.

And then things blew up.
I need some help.

Help? Ha!
You're gonna need plenty.

There isn't a newspaper
in Turkey this morning

that doesn't carry
your name and address.

Every policeman in Ankara
is on the lookout for you.

I know. They almost
nabbed me in my hotel.

How did they connect me
with the Remzi killing?

Hm.

"According to the
night porter at the hotel

"an American, Barton,
was the last person

"to see Anna Remzi alive.

"The American entered
by the lobby.

But the clerk swears
he did not see him leave."

What's the setup in Ankara?
Can you get the heat off?

No. The only way
we can handle that

would be through
the American embassy.

As you know, that's impossible.
They can't acknowledge you.

If they do, your usefulness
as an agent is at an end.

- You're on your own.
- Okay.

There's a couple of people
I wanna check up on.

You know anything about
a Colonel Robinson?

Fat, slightly bald,
grey moustache?

I'll have to look
in my files for him.

A political saboteur.

Especially his molding
public opinion.

Shrewd, has no more principle
than a rattlesnake.

- Twenty percent Nazi.
- I know. I met him.

He and his mob gave me
a good going over.

Why'd he let you go?
I don't get it, Barton.

When that baby grabs you,
you're out. Zero. Right away.

I'm special.
He had to let me live.

- What do you mean?
- He wanted the envelope.

If I was a dead man,
he couldn't get it, could he?

- You've got the envelope?
- I had it.

Remzi gave it to me
on the train.

Gave it to you?

Why didn't you destroy it?
What were you waiting for?

Mac, do you know what
was in that envelope?

Set of plans.

The Russian general's blueprint
for the invasion of Turkey.

That's right,
but they were phonies.

I know they were phonies, they
can do the trick for Berlin.

In the wrong hands those plans
could be whipped up meat.

They could be used to stir
the whole Turkish population

into a beautiful uproar
against Russia.

- Who's gonna do all this?
- You know how they do it.

They've done it before.
In Norway, they had Quisling.

- In France, Rafael.
- And in Turkey?

I see. I get it.

Berlin always could cook up a
new set of plans. Couldn't they?

Plans are just a bait
to lead you to him.

Right on the nose, Mac.
But I lost the bait.

And who do you think
got it? Robinson?

I don't know.
I'm not sure.

That's why I'm here.

Ask some questions and
look at a few pictures.

Shoot.

You got anything in your files
on Zaleshoff?

Says he's a Russian.
Works with a girl

supposed to be his sister.
She's not bad lookin'.

Zaleshoff?

- Little guy.
- Mm-hm.

They haven't been here long.

I haven't been able to
find out much about him.

They may be Russian agents
and maybe not.

There was a man on the train
that was following Ms. Remzi.

He was tall, about
six-foot-two or three.

Had eyes like Lavelle.
A heavy, black moustache.

Could be a Romanian.

Let's see. We try to keep
tabs on every foreigner

who comes to Ankara because
every other one's an agent.

It's a tough job.

Syria was bush league
stuff compared to this.

We had to worry about the
Germans and the wishy French.

'This one?'

'No.'

- 'What about this one?'
- 'No, that's not it.'

- 'I've got a hunch.'
- 'Wait a minute.'

'Boy, this is the guy.'

'Igor Rashenko.'

Seems to be one of his names.

Quite a traveler, this bird.

Two trips to Romania.
A couple of jumps to Berlin

and a few weekends in Italy.
Seems to like Axis countries.

This is the monkey that followed
Ms. Remzi on the train.

I think he killed her.

If I catch up with him,
I can get what I'm after.

Well, the last address we had
on him was... 120 Yelda Street.

120 Yelda Street?

Why, that's where
the Zaleshoffs live.

Oh, things are
beginning to add up.

Mac, you got a local man
I can trust?

Yeah. Why?

I need someone who
can talk Turkish.

They'll be picking up
Americans in few days

and I don't want
to be one of them.

I'll give you, Hassan.
The kid in the store.

He knows his way around Ankara,
don't let his looks fool you.

He's as tough as they come.

Yes, Mr. McNamara?

Go with Mr. Barton.
Do what he tells you.

Yes, sir.

I'd look conspicuous
without a hat and coat.

- Think you can fix me up?
- In a jiffy.

Let me see, size 38 coat.
Size seven hat, right?

Make the hat seven
and one-eighth.

Where are you headed for now?

A wild ride on a Turkish
merry-go-round.

What happened, Mr. Barton?

Where do you think you're going?

Well, we were just leaving
to meet you at the embassy.

Go on. Get back
in that apartment.

Go on.

B-but I swear to you, Mr. Barton

we were just leaving
for the embassy.

We had an appointment.
Was your suggestion, wasn't it?

I changed my plans, do you mind?

No, no.

The envelope, did you
bring it with you?

- Sit down, the both of you.
- Alright.

And don't get tricky. There's
a few things I want cleared up.

- I want 'em cleared up fast.
- What do you wanna know?

The truth about the papers
Remzi was carrying.

I don't believe that story
about their being forgeries.

But I swear to you, they are.

The Turkish police have tagged
me with the murder of Remzi.

Now, who killed her?

It was one of our agents.

Remzi was in the pay
of the Nazis.

Come on, the both of ya,
stop this double talk.

- I'll take it.
- Alright, alright.

Stand up.

Oh!

'How can you explain this?
A German passport.'

I thought you told me you were
working for the Soviet Union.

But we are.

Since when did the Soviet Union
adapt the swastika?

Well, I have to admit
it's a German passport

but... I have passports
of many a country.

Well, they might send me
to Berlin tomorrow.

I have to be prepared
for that emergency.

Look, I-I-I swear.

I swear on the-on the head
of my mother.

On the life of their children,
I-I said the truth.

I don't know.

- Ca-can I have some vodka?
- Skip the vodka.

- Open up that bag.
- Alright.

I give you my word of honor.

Everything my brother
has told you is a fact.

We are Russian agents.
You must believe us.

'Maybe you are, but I--'

Mr. Barton, I waited outside
for you just as you told me.

But as soon as I saw
those people come out--

- Where did they go?
- In a car.

I could not follow them.
I have their license number.

- That's a great help.
- Maybe I can find something.

Hello, hello.

Just a second.

- What was all that talk?
- I found out about the car.

Yeah?

It is registered
to Igor Rashenko.

Istanbul, 55 Bosphorus Road.

Rashenko's car?
Come on, let's go.

- Do you have the tickets?
- Yes, sir.

- The train is very crowded.
- Any police?

- Many.
- How far back is our car?

- Oh, just a few steps.
- Give me few words in Turkish.

- How do you say yes?
- Evet.

Evet. Alright?

- Tamam.
- Tamam.

Okay, you keep talking
as we walk along.

This is the Istanbul paper.

It carries the same description
of you as the others.

It does, huh?

You think they recognize me?

From the description
in the paper.

- Where's he going?
- To the conductor.

You start an argument.
I'm getting outta here.

I'm terribly sorry.

I've been robbed.
My wallet has been sto--

What's going on?
What is the matter here?

Hey!

Colonel Robinson.

- Ah, Herr Bastaki.
- Hello, Robinson.

Uh, let's step into the library.

Uh, pleasure.

Please, sit down.

Well, Herr Bastaki,
there they are.

A complete and detailed plan
of the Soviet general staff

for the invasion of Turkey.

They are authentic.

Authentic or not,
let the Turkish people

once see them spread across
the face of a Turkish paper.

With all the details
authenticated

'and explained, and then--'

And then?

In Poland... we had the Corridor.

In Czechoslovakia,
the Sudetenland.

In Austria and Romania,
we had friends.

In this country,
we have neither.

Neither a claim,
nor enough friends.

We must even create
our own incident.

This will be it.

And, uh, Germany enters Turkey?
I see.

Yes, to protect it.
Berlin, Istanbul, Baghdad.

Bismarck's old dream
almost a hundred years old

realized at last.

You have the press,
the newspapers..

...which can appear on every
street corner in Turkey..

...in 24 hours.

I have the ear and the authority
of the Wilhelmstrasse.

- Well?
- Well?

You owned oil wells
in your native Romania once.

- They shall be returned to you.
- When?

When your country
no longer needs them

to conduct a war with?

Which time will be
shortened appreciably

by the publication of this
information in your paper.

Pending that, Germany
will be the protector

of your adopted country.

'There'll be certain privileges
and positions'

within the gift
of the Wilhelmstrasse..

...which will be as
valuable as oil wells.

Then I will request this promise
from the Wilhelmstrasse.

That was anticipated.

An aeroplane is being held
at your disposal.

Alright.

Then, uh, I will telephone you
here, tonight.

Make yourself comfortable here.

You will... excuse me,
please.

Herr Bastaki?

We have been called
a methodical people

let us remain so.

What's that?

A memorandum of the transaction

between us described in detail.

I will ask you to sign it.

In detail?

You're asking me to sign
my own death warrant

in Turkey in case...
you should fail or I should--

Should change your mind,
exactly, Herr Bastaki.

If you please?

I will... telephone you here,
tonight.

I'm sure you will, Herr Bastaki.

Mr. Barton!

Keep your voice down. Where's
your brother and Rashenko?

They're not here.

- When will they be back?
- I don't know.

How many cups of coffee
do you drink at once?

'Hey, Tamara, is the coffee ready?'

Rashenko and I are leaving
in a few minutes and we..

Nice to see you boys together.

You certainly have
a deplorable lack of faith

in your fellow men,
don't you, Mr. Barton?

We're very happy to see you,
especially, Tamara.

'She's been worried about you.'

I can imagine.

I was afraid Rashenko might
have hit you too hard.

You seem to have lots of duties.

Like tearing hotel rooms apart.
Mine for instance.

I'm not gonna get slugged
from behind this time.

Especially by you.

Get over there, all of you,
and sit down.

Don't you think we are losing
very precious time?

What exactly are
your intentions?

My intentions haven't changed.

I'm gonna get what I'm after.
The envelope, where is it?

I haven't got it.

We sent Rashenko to
search your hotel room.

But somebody got there
before him.

We're convinced
it's Colonel Robinson.

That's why we came to
Istanbul to find him.

Look, if I told you that I
had you put out of action

for your own sake, you would
be surprised, wouldn't you?

Well, it's true.

In your present state
as a criminal

you would be nothing,
but a liability to us.

Don't you realize?
You're a marked man.

You're wanted for murder.

You use every trick, don't you?

But it is logical that
we two should work together.

You want the envelope.
I want it.

- So--
- So we're allies again.

- Is that it?
- Yes, certainly.

And we're gonna work
together side by side?

- Well, that is what I hope.
- Alright, then hand it over.

- But I haven't got it. I..
- Look, my sister told you.

We came to Istanbul
because we are convinced

that Colonel Robinson has it.

Take it easy.
I still don't believe you.

Well, I don't know
what to do with him.

Please, Nikolai.
Perhaps I can convince him.

Hm?

Now if I will write down how I
killed the traitor, Boranovic

and signed my name,
would that convince you?

Thank you, Rashenko.

Well, if you permit us
we can do it right away.

I, Igor Rashenko, hereby confess

to the murder of Ana Boranovic,
alias, Ana Remzi.

You mean to tell me he's writing
his life away just like that?

Why not? Nikolai or I
would do the same.

Now, Mr. Barton...
I hope you're convinced.

I'm convinced that you haven't
got what I'm looking for.

And that's all
I'm interested in.

Well.

Well, Mr. Barton,
as they say in America

I can see you have the situation
well in hand.

Yeah, come on,
let's get outta here.

Gotta find Robinson.

There's a cafe, The Golden Horn.

The Nazis make it a hideout
in Istanbul.

- You got any friends there?
- Yes.

Good.

- What is your desire, Effendi?
- Two raki.

Hello? Colonel Robinson there?

Just a minute.
Herr Hotchkins.

Hotchkins, I've been waiting
to hear from you.

The American, did you
follow him from Ankara?

Excellent, Hotchkins.
Excellent.

Make sure he does not leave
The Golden Horn.

If you must resort to
extreme violence, do so.

The important thing
that I stress

is that I wish to be rid of
this meddler for all time.

Once you have acted,
let me know the results.

Found out that Mr. Robinson
has been at the German Consulate

several times today.

Thanks.

That's our next stop.

Well, it looks like there's
gonna be trouble. Come on.

- Do you understand English?
- Yeah.

- Where's Robinson?
- I-I don't know.

- Don't lie, where did he go?
- I don't know.

We know he was at
the German consulate today.

- You better tell us.
- Don't argue with him.

Step on it, when you get to 80,
I'll pounce him out.

Wait! Wait, I'll tell you.
He's at the villa of Bastaki.

You'll take us there
or I'll bat your brains out.

I will.
Continue on this road.

- Is this it?
- Yeah.

- Just up the road.
- Turn off your lights.

I'm going up to check on this
monkey and see if he's lying.

You stay here.

- And hold on to this guy.
- Okay.

'We will now turn you over
to our studio orchestra.'

'whose first number will
be by Johann Strauss.'

'Rashenko!'

Drop your gun, Mr. Barton.
Put your hands up.

I'm glad you have the
intelligence to obey my command.

My reputation for
accurate shooting

has been challenged, but twice.

And on both occasions, it proved
disastrous to the challenger.

Knowing how you Nazis operate

they probably had
their backs turned.

Perhaps, if it was to
accomplish our purpose.

Is it alright
if I put my hands down?

If you'll please kick that
weapon in this direction first.

Must be obvious to you that your
arrival here was not unexpected.

There's no way to persuade you
to mind your own business.

You still talk as much as ever.

Yes, Mr. Barton, I still talk.

I still act also.

That fact has probably
not escaped you.

Please sit down.

As you know I am a firm advocate
...of comfort at all times.

I wouldn't advise you
to attempt any heroics.

- Just looking for a cigarette.
- Allow me.

I'm happy to see that
you still believe

in putting yourself
at ease, Mr. Barton.

Curious touch of a grotesque.

A dead man on the floor.

A condemned one
sitting before me.

And a Strauss waltz
as the funeral march.

- 'What could be more entertaining?'
- What are you driving at?

I regret that we may soon part
company again, Mr. Barton.

The part is to die a little,
the French say.

But I'm afraid it is you,
who is going to die.

Most of us kick off
sooner or later.

Maybe it's my tough luck
to be sooner.

Pretty sound reasoning,
Mr. Barton.

I'm not entirely satisfied
to see you die.

You have a strong face,
a determined jaw and clear eye.

You also possess a quality
which as a businessman

I value highly.

'Extreme tenacity'

an admirable persistency.
I find it very rare.

I could use your services, sir.

Translating all that chatter
into plain English..

...what do you want from me?

I offer you the opportunity
of participating

in one of the greatest
adventures of modern times.

The creation of
a new world order.

How do I fit into that?

From time to time,
you'll be given assignments

which will require the attention

of a courageous
and determined man.

'I don't demand any
services for nothing.'

'You'll be paid well.'

- I'm listening.
- Good.

Please don't imagine by seeming
to agree to my suggestion

you can interfere any further
in this present affair.

'Your liberty will not
be restored to you'

'for several weeks.'

You mean until Turkey
and Russia are at war.

And a pro Nazi government
controls this country.

Precisely.

Until matters have been
straightened out in Turkey

to our satisfaction.

- Is that all?
- Not quite.

You see you might also
be thinking..

...that if you agree now,
you may save your skin

and be able to retract later.
That will not do.

I shall require proof
of your intentions.

Such as?

It'll be of interest
to you to know

that we have some of
your companions here.

'Mailler!'

See now, Mr. Barton?

Well, you didn't want
to listen to me.

Charming reunion, no doubt.

Maybe you're a trifle distressed
at meeting your friends here.

- They're no friends of mine.
- Sit down, please.

What has this got to do with us?

These Russians have
an annoying habit

of continuing to fight,
until they're exterminated.

Death is the only answer.

'In an uncertain world, nothing
is more certain than that.'

Supposing, therefore,
we were to ask you

to shoot Mr. Zaleshoff for us?

Hmm. Quite a predicament, huh?

It's a deal.

Between the eyes is
a good place, Mr. Barton.

It's quick and sure.

Ha ha.

What kind of a gag is this?

Come, come, Mr. Barton,
you don't suppose

we put a loaded automatic
in your hand

without knowing the sincerity
of your intentions.

Well, you know it now.

You'll excuse me, I know.

Mailler will see
to your comforts.

Colonel Robinson on telephone.

Then I'll leave immediately.
Have a car ready.

Good news, Mailler!
Very good news.

Bastaki regains
his Romanian oil fields.

And the Third Reich converts
another passive neutral

into an active ally.

Congratulations. But what
about our little deal?

I'm afraid our farce must be
concluded here and now.

The truth of the matter is,
you're merely providing me

with an entertaining interlude.

Where you and your
Russian friends

have failed in your task...
I have accomplished mine.

Maybe, but the final
score isn't in yet.

I'm afraid it is.

Mr. Barton, perhaps there
is lurking in your mind

a ray of possibility
of outside help.

Could be.

Would it disturb you to know
that your young Turkish friend

has been put out of the way,
as you're going to be?

I will not be stopped
by you or anyone.

I don't intend to fail. We,
Nazis do not relish failure.

When you flop in your country,
you end up in a coffin.

And rightly so.

I would not like to go back
to Berlin after a failure.

I have taken precautions.

What is about to happen to you,
is one of them.

Another... is this
little document.

What's that?

That is a sword.

A sword of Damocles.

I made Bastaki sign it.

Bastaki?

Aah!

That's your man.

Who's been very useful to us.

Who will continue
to be useful to us

so long as I hold
this over his head.

I have even guarded
against the possibility..

...that Bastaki would
change his mind.

By this time tomorrow,
I will have accomplished

what even Bismarck could not.

But you will not be here
to see it, Mr. Barton.

Mailler, I leave these charming
people in your capable hands.

Dispose of them as you wish.

Fortunately for us,
we do not have to worry

about interference this time.

Bastaki will not return
until tomorrow. Get up!

Go on!
Go on, all of you.

How'd you know the gun
wasn't loaded?

By its weight.

There might've been
one bullet in it.

- A chance I had to take.
- You had to take.

- Pardon me.
- Why worry about that now?

Our friend here has other ideas.

'Nikolai!'

We gotta catch up
with that fat guy.

- Our car's down the road.
- Look out!

You stay here.
I'm going around the back.

- Be careful.
- Don't worry about me.

I'll take care of myself.

- Editor's office, which one?
- Straight ahead.

- Who is it you wish to see?
- Mr. Rader.

He's very busy.

Colonel Robinson's here,
isn't he?

- Yes.
- It's important I see him.

Well, he's in the composing room
with Mr. Rader.

And does not wish
to be disturbed.

Thanks.

It's a rough copy, but
that's what it'll look like.

"Russia plans to attack Turkey
secret document sheds evidence."

Excellent.

That should convince
the Turkish people

of Russia's intended treachery.

Through the unthanked efforts
of our reporters

we are able to uncover
this startling fact.

Then proceed with the armies
of the Third Reich

the trouble of invading Turkey.

- When you return to Berlin?
- Tonight.

And then?

There are other countries still
persistent in remaining neutral.

Let's a toast to the new ally
of the Third Reich.

The Turkish Republic
would not be out of place.

By all means.

- Hail Hitler!
- Hail Hitler!

For four years, Rader,
the Wilhelmstrasse

has been attempting
unsuccessfully

to create an incident that would
force Turkey and Russia

at each other's throats.

Threats, briberies,
assassinations

have been attempted,
with no success.

But I with a simple
but brazen strategy..

...have been able in one week
to accomplish

what they have failed to do
since the beginning of the war.

Pardon me.

- Nothing's gone wrong.
- I don't know.

They want me in the composing
room immediately.

I'll be right back.

Come here.

Rader.

Rader.

Get back in there.

Put up your hands.

Sorry, I haven't got any
Strauss music to go with this.

Oui, sir, there are occasions
when music is out of place.

As you're aware, I enjoy
discussing business in comfort.

Do you mind if I sit down?

Stay on your feet,
I'm calling the tune this time.

Least you might allow me
to lower my hands.

Go ahead.

Trouble with you, Mr. Barton,
is that you're a member

of a rapidly disappearing race.

Your sense of danger
is deficient.

Your conceit monumental.

Or is it, I wonder,
that you lack imagination.

Get off the soapbox
and hand over that envelope.

I haven't got it.

It's gonna be a cinch for me
to take it off your dead body.

Give me it.

Hope your nerves are good
because if your hand jerks

one fraction of an inch,
I'm gonna blast.

Alright, take 'em out.
Let me see them.

Get over to the desk.

Put 'em in that ashtray.
And now, burn 'em.

Just wanna be sure they don't
get in the wrong hands again.

You should be cognizant to
the fact that this newspaper

is in complete sympathy
with the German government.

It is for this reason that I
give you my personal guarantee

that you won't leave
this building alive.

Unfortunately, Mr. Barton,
those papers that are burning

'are no longer of any value.'

I have accomplished,
what I set out to do.

Even as we talk,
the paper is going to press.

That's what you think.
Now give me the other paper.

- What paper?
- The Bastaki deal.

- I no longer have it.
- That's your story.

What are you gonna do with it?

The Turkish government
will be glad to see

the kind of a Nazi deal,
Bastaki makes.

What are you going
to do with me?

Nothing. There's such a thing
as international law.

I'm gonna turn you over
to the Turkish government.

They'll send me back to Berlin.

Your passport, sir.

Yes, you're quite right,
of course.

I will not need that anymore.

Who were they talking about?

They said that Himmler
himself sent them.

- Himmler?
- To hang them.

Well, Joe, you did a good job.

I sent a full report to
the boys in Washington.

- Thanks.
- There's your plane.

You better say goodbye
to Ms. Zaleshoff.

Goodbye, huh?

C'est la guerre!

No time for romance
when duty calls.

Come on, honey.
Let's go.

Hey! What is this?

I've been assigned to Cairo too.

Now, what do you think,
you two are gonna do in Cairo?

What do you think, Mac?
C'est la guerre!

We're gonna cement
Russian-American relations.