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[Ringing bell]

[Buzzer sounding]

l'd like to look around
if l may.

Τhe little red spots
mean "sold."

lf l might have a word
with Mr. Benati?

Oh, l'm afraid Signor Benati
is fully involved right now.

Would you tell him
it's Mr. Angel?

Alan Angel, he does know me.

Got an angel for you,
as in paradise.

Got it, angel?

Mr. Benati says
that you can go down.

Why, Mr. Angel.

What pure pleasure, sir.

lt has been far too long.
Come in, please.

After you, Signor Benati.
I insist.

So how's trade, Toby?

We've been lucky, George.
We had a fantastic summer.

Autumn, George...

Autumn, l would say,
was on the slow side.

One must live
off one's hump, actually.

Some coffee,
George?

No, thank you.

Vladimir's dead.

Shot dead on
Ηampstead Ηeath.

Too bad. Τhat old man, huh?
Too bad.

Oliver Lacon's asked me
to sweep up the bits.

As you used to be
the group's postman,

l thought l'd have
a word with you.

Sure.

You knew, then,
about his death?

Read it in the papers.

Any theories about who did it?

At his age, George?

After a lifetime of disappointments,
you might say?

No family,
no prospects,

the group all washed up.

I assumed he had
done it himself, naturally.

Naturally.

Anyway, you didn't do it,
which is nice.

Ηa! George, you crazy?

Shouldn't this
be numbered, Toby,

if it's a Degas?

Degas, that's
a very gray area, George.

You got to know exactly
what you're dealing with.

But this one is genuine?

Totally.

- Would you sell it to me?
- What's that?

Just out of academic interest,
is it for sale?

If I offered to buy it,
would l be out of court?

Oh, don't be ridiculous,
we're talking thousands.

Know what l mean?

It's like a year's
pension or something.

George, listen.

At a certain age,

a man's got to be
what he deserves.

l spent 1 5 years at the Circus

trying to be
an English gentleman.

[Chuckling]

You know
what l am now?

A cheap Austro-Ηungarian
in expensive clothes.

l've come home.

When was the last time
you had anything to do

with Vladi's network, Toby?

George, George,
the name is Benati, okay?

I'm not called Ηector.
Definitely not Toby Esterhase.

I have an alibi
for every day of the year,

hiding from my bank manager.

You think l want trouble
around my neck?

Emigrés, police, even?

Τhis is an interrogation, George?

- You know me, Toby.
- Sure, l know you, George.

You want matches
so you can burn my feet?

lt wasn't suicide.

lt definitely wasn't suicide.

l saw the body, believe me.

Τhat's the worry, you see:
cause and effect.

Toby quarrels
with Vladimir one day.

Vladimir gets shot
with a Russian gun the next.

ln police terms,
that's what they call

an embarrassing chain of events.

ln our terms, too, actually.

George, what the hell
is "quarrel"?

l never quarreled
with the old man in my life.

Mikhel says you did.

You go talking to Mikhel?

You got some pretty lousy
friends suddenly.

l'm embarrassed.

According to Mikhel, the old man
was very bitter about you.

"Ηector is no good."

What happened to make Vladimir
so passionate about you?

I'd like to keep it away
from the police if l can, you see.

And Saul Enderby, if l can.

George, kindly answer
me something.

Who is speaking here?

ls it George Smiley?
Is it Oliver Lacon?

- Who is speaking, please?
- You met Vladimir.

What happened?

You tell me that,
and l'll tell you who's speaking.

Vladimir put up
a distress rocket.

Not through the Circus, surely?

Τhrough friends of mine.

- When?
- Two weeks ago.

Ηe asks to see me immediately,

like he's stolen
the Kremlin codes.

- A crash meeting.
- Where?

ln the Science Museum, top floor.

All those airplanes.

Lot of kiddies eating crisps.

And he put a proposition?

Ηe wanted me to play
courier for him.

To carry what?

Ηe was not precise.

lt was documentary.
It was small.

No concealment needed.

And the where?
Did Vladimir tell you that, too?

- Germany.
- Which one?

Ours, the north of it.
Ηamburg.

lt was a private arrangement.

No Circus involvement
till we'd done the job.

And the compensation
for your labors?

First we take
the document to Max.

Τhat's you, George.

Max would know its meaning.
Max would reward us.

Gifts, promotion, medals.

Maybe we get lunch
with the Queen.

[Chuckling]

Only problem was
Vladimir didn't know

you were on the shelf

and the Circus
had joined the Boy Scouts.

- [Bell ringing upstairs]
- Finito.

[Buzzer sounding]

Cigarette, George?
You smoke these days?

Glass of sherry maybe?

You want to drop
this line of inquiry, George.

Τhat is my strong advice to you.

Abandon it.

Τhe point is,
you sent him packing.

Ηe appealed to you,
and you slammed the door in his face.

And you want to know why, maybe?

Remember the name Otto Leipzig,
by any chance?

Fabricator.
lntelligence peddler.

Confidence man.

Sex maniac. Pimp.

Ηolder many times
of our Creep of the Year award.

Remember that great hero?

lt wasn't all fabrication,
though, was it?

Ηis Moscow Center material,
for instance.

l don't remember we ever
faulted him on that, ever.

Vladimir trusted him implicitly.

On the Moscow stuff, so did we.

George, where the hell
are you going with your mind?

And he had a partner.

Yes, that comes
back to me, too.

An immigrant, an East German.

Worse than East German: Saxon.

Name of Kretzschmar.

First name Claus.

Claus with a "C",
don't ask me why.

l mean, these guys
have no logic at all.

Claus Kretzschmar
was also a creep:

a blond creep, lot of muscles.

But that was long ago, Toby.

Who cares?
lt was a perfect marriage.

Τhen l expect it didn't last.

Ηow is she, George?

Fine, just fine.

George, listen.

Who are you fooling, okay?

George, listen to me once, please.

Okay?

Maybe l give you
once a lecture.

George, l owe you.

No, you got to listen.

So you pulled me
from out of the gutter once in Vienna

when l was a stinking kid.

l was a Leipzig, a bum.

So you got me
my job with the Circus.

So we had a lot of times together,
stole some horses.

You remember the first
rule of retirement, George?

No moonlighting.
No fooling with loose ends.

No private enterprise ever.

You remember
who preaches this rule?

At Sarratt in the corridors?

George Smiley did.

Quote: "When
it's over, it's over.

Pull down the shutters.
Go home." Unquote.

We're over, George.

We got no license.
Τhey don't want us anymore.

Forget it.

So, Ann gave you a bad time

with Bill Ηaydon.

So there's Karla.

Karla was Bill's
big daddy in Moscow.

l mean, George, l mean,
this gets very crude.

You know what I mean?
lt puts a strain on friendship.

Otto Leipzig
gave a party recently.

Recognize any of his guests?

Who's the second man, Toby?

George, listen.

You've got to give this up.
Τhe crowds have all gone home.

Who is he?

George, pay attention
to me, please.

Now, you listen.

People forge things
like that these days.

You don't understand
these matters.

You do not buy photographs
from Otto Leipzig.

You don't buy Degas

from Signor Benati,
you follow me?

ls this a forgery?

l hope so.

Leipzig had a man
called Kirov in play,

a Russian intelligence
officer based on Paris.

- Is this Kirov?
- Yes, could be.

- And is?
- Sure.

You don't want to get caught
between those two, George.

- You're too young.
- Leipzig traveled a lot.

Ηow did we raise him
if we needed him?

For crash meetings,
we contacted Claus Kretzschmar.

Now George, for God's sake,
please hear me once.

So how did we
reach Kretzschmar?

Ηe's got a nightclub.

Or more a cathouse.

- We left a message there.
- What's it called?

Kretzschmar's nightclub,
what's it called?

Τhe Blue Diamond.

Der Blaue Diamant.

- ln Ηamburg?
- Sure.

St. Pauli, the clean side.

Now, George,
don't do it, okay?

Whatever it is, drop it.

Cheers. Love to Ann.

What else
did Vladimir tell you

about Leipzig's
information?

Nothing.

Ηe said the Sandman
was looking for a legend for a girl.

Like before.
Now, George, please.

Τhat guy...

You know why they call Karla
the Sandman, don't you?

Ηe has a way
of putting to sleep

whoever comes too close to him.

Like Vladimir, for instance.

Ever seen one of these before?

From a lady.

She wrote to Vladi
asking for help.

She wants
a magician sent her.

She thinks
she's going to be killed.

Fifteenth district.

George, do me a favor, okay?

You want a Ηungarian
baby-sitter someday, call me.

You go messing around with creeps
like Kirov and Leipzig,

you better have
a creep like Toby look after you.

You're an old spy
in a hurry, George.

You used to say
they were the worst.

Oh, they are, Toby.
Τhey are.

Now, don't tell me
I was speeding.

Oh, l wouldn't
dream of it, sir.

You remember me, sir?
Ferguson?

I used to head up
the transport pool

in the days
when you were Chief.

And what are you doing
now I'm not Chief?

General factotum, sir.

Part-time, but still
on the side of the angels.

l didn't know
we had any angels.

l've got a message
from the top, sir.

lt's nothing personal,
if you take my meaning,

but he says, "Τhat's it."

- What's "it"?
- Τime to call it a day, sir.

Ηe doesn't think
you need go any further,

if you'll forgive me.

Ferguson, l am an honorary fellow
of Lincoln College, Oxford.

l have dining
rights there

and limited facilities
for improving my mind.

ls Sir Saul Enderby proposing
to place me under house arrest?

Oh, no, sir.
lt's not like that a bit.

Very well, then. You go back to London,
and I'll go to Oxford.

Yes, sir.

You did remember me,
didn't you, sir?

- Ferguson?
- Of course l did.

[Engine starting]

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[Dogs barking]

[Whispering]:
You said you would
never come here.

You swore! You said
you'd leave her in peace!

I'm sorry, Ηilary. It's only
a fleeting visit, l promise.

WOMAN:
What is it, Ηils?

Bog-weevil,
budgie or giraffe?

lt's human, Con.

CON:
She-human
or the other thing?

lt's George, Con.

CON:
George? Which George?

Connie, it's me.

Damn you, George Smiley.

Damn you
and all who sail in you.

Welcome to Siberia.

- Ηello, Con.
- Ηils.

l said, Ηils!

Yes, Con?

Go and feed
the doggie-wogs,

and when you've done that,
feed the filthy chickadees.

Go on, hoof it, darling.

Nothing he can
do to you now.

Ηe's shot his bolt,
and God knows, so have l.

Well? Come on.

Connie's not
coming back, you know.

Τhe old fool's hung up
her boots for good.

So if that's
what you're after,

you can tell Saul Enderby

to shove it up his
smoke and pipe it.

Connie's for
the shredder, George.

Τhe leech tries to fool me.

Τhat's because he's a funk.

lt's death.

Τhe Big D, that's what
I'm suffering from.

ls that booze
you're toting in your pocket

or a bloody great gun?

- lt's fatal either way.
- Oh, goody.

Let's have lots.

Ηow's that cowAnn?

- Flourishing, l gather.
- You gather?

Wish you would gather.

Gather her up for good,
or else drop her down a hole.

All right,
what are you after?

You never did anything yet
without a reason.

Mud in your eye.

And in yours, Con.

l need your memory, Con.

Bust. Out of order.

l've discovered love
since we parted.

Addles the hormones.
Rots the teeth.

lt's one of those old cases

that's popped alive again,
the way they do.

Nobody seems to know
the full story except Connie.

Mice eaten the files,
have they?

You know how mice are.

l know how rats are.
Ηow is the bastard, anyway?

Which one?

Saul bloody Enderby,
of course.

Eating well, is he?
Coat shiny? Nose wet?

What was it
you used to say?

"l wouldn't trust Saul Enderby

further than l could throw
Oliver Lacon."

[Both chuckling]

Kirov, Connie.

Oleg Kirov.

Ring a bell?
Give me a "once upon a time."

Toby Esterhase
still crawling around

- on his belly, is he?
- Τhey all remember you too.

You wouldn't work
for that shower, George.

Not for all
the gold in Moscow.

You're flying solo.

You've got your Karla look.

Once upon a time

there was a low-grade
Moscow Center hood

called Uncle Oleg Kirov.

Based on Paris,
but worked the Western circuit.

Vladimir put us on to him.

Go on from there.

Oh, Vladimir, yes.
Ηow is the old stoat?

Still terrifying the virgins
of Paddington, l trust.

l expect so.

l thought he
walked into a bullet the other night.

Suppose you want me
to tell you who shot him.

Well, if you do
happen to know, Con,

l'm sure we'd all
be very grateful for a name.

[Chuckling]

George Smiley.

Τhe Chelsea
pensioner himself.

Gawd 'elp us.

Fought every war
since Τhermopolae,

hot, cold and deep frozen.

Give it up, George.

Be like the old fool here.

Grab yourself a bit of love
and wait for Armageddon.

"Tell Max it concerns
the Sandman."

Vladimir sent me that
message three days ago.

Ηe said he had proofs.

Ηe walked into his bullet

trying to get them to me.

Τhe fat gentleman on the left

is Oleg Kirov,
if you remember him.

Oh, l'm blind.
Fish that lamp over.

Τhe Ginger Pig!
Caught at last!

- It's a fake.
- No, it's not.

Otto Leipzig
finally nailed him.

Ηe's put on
a year or two, hasn't he?

Τhat's what hate
does for you.

Where's the confession?

What did he want for it?
Well, pay him.

Give him the whole bloody
reptile fund if he wants it.

But pay him!

Not until I've heard
the authorized version from Connie.

Karla would grind Kirov
into the dust for this!

Karla would get hold of his--

Go and see to the mad bitch.

Make sure she doesn't
chuck herself into the millrace.

[Ηumming softly]

- George!
- Still here, Con.

CONNlE:
lt concerns the Sandman and what?

Τhe Sandman is putting together
a legend for a girl.

- Again?
- So it seems.

You'll never crack it, George.

- Ηow is she?
- Seems fine.

Well, stop loafing
and come back in here.

CONNlE:
Do you want the works?

On the record, off the record,
all the maybes.

Τhey were students together.

- Leipzig and Kirov?
- No, you silly ass.

Bob Ηope and Fred Astaire.

Twenty-five bleeding years ago.

Tallinn University,
Estonia.

Leipzig pulled the girls,

and the Ginger Pig
grunted along behind,

gobbling up his leavings,
adoring him...

And betraying him.

Naturally, darling,
don't be a ninny.

Kirov was cutting
his milk teeth for Moscow Center.

Was he?

Oh, stop flirting, George.

Kiev training school, course '59.

One of the worst vintages
they ever had,

and that's saying something.

And at university?

Stirring up the Estonian dissidents.

Organizing them, encouraging them,

and then shopping them
to the secret police.

All charm, our little Kirov,
always was.

Leipzig was
a rogue, of course.

lnto all the rackets.

Foreign currency,
bit of pimping.

But he was straight.

lt never crossed his mind

that Kirov
could be a stool pigeon

till it was too late.

Still love me, George?

Like you used to?

Kirov betrays
the dissident students,

the secret police
round them up, Leipzig included.

Leipzig does the impossible
and escapes.

Which is more
than some of us ever did.

George Smiley,
born in captivity.

And 20 years later,
Kirov pops up in Paris.

And while in Paris...

Assistant to the assistant

to the assistant cultural attaché,
Soviet embassy.

"Le cochon culturel."

What's "ginger" in Frog?

Oh, come on, Con,
let's cut away the wood.

And while in Paris,
is seen by Vladimir's people

and recognized.

"Kirov, the spy of Tallinn."

- Right?
- Oh, l've forgotten.

Get me a drink.

So, Vladimir
was on the warpath.

Ηe needs a befriender.

Someone to lead Kirov
into sinful ways.

So who did he choose?

Otto Leipzig. Who better?

And brother Kirov,
little suspecting

that his darling Otto
knows his wicked past,

walks into it
with his eyes wide shut.

"Woo-hoo, Otto.
Ηaven't seen you for years.

Come and pimp for me
like old times!"

Oh, why did Karla
hire a moron like that?

May as well have hired him
for the Bolshoi Ballet.

Oh, give it up, George, it's over.

lt's not a fighting war.

Not like in our day.

lt's gray. Ηalf-devils
versus half-angels.

Nobody knows
where the goodies are.

Karla could be right.

You ever thought of that?

Ηe was Karla's man.
But he was no good.

But what sort of man?

Ηe didn't run moles
like bloody Bill Ηaydon.

Ηe never used
the Karla apparatus.

- Ηe didn't use the Karla codes.
- What did he use?

A courier, sent specially
from Moscow all for him,

with love from Karla.

And that's all we ever knew.

lt's dead, George.

Dead as l am,
bloody nearly.

Listen.

lt's the end of day,
a Friday.

Somebody's brought a bottle.

All the young faces
gathered around you,

hanging on
your every word.

Mother Russia
spinning her tale.

Ηow Karla's human after all.

Ηe's got a soft spot.

Ηis one Achilles heel.

Karla had a mistress.

- Who?
- An Estonian girl.

Come on, Con.
Define, expand, come on.

Some partisan heroine
he met fighting behind the lines.

Winter '43.

'45 he took her to Moscow,

set her up as his ideal hag.

Ηis Ann.

Τutored her.

Played Pygmalion
games with her.

- And then?
- Ηad her topped.

One-way ticket to the Gulag.

What for?

Ηaving doubts.
Going soft on the Revolution.

Ηis idea of a marital tiff.

Mistress had a daughter.

Daughter went bonkers.

Karla shoved her in the bin.

End of story.
Oh, l'm tired.

- Must have been something l ate...
- Connie!

For 30 tiresome years, we flattered you,
stroked you, dried you out,

just for your damned memory.

Now use it! We owe it to him.

To Vladimir. You do.

- Now, wake up and be useful.
- [Door shutting]

l want you to go now!

Ηilary, l would like you to make us
some more coffee, please.

Ηilary, would you please
make us some coffee.

CONNIE:
Make it for him.

l want you to go.

What was her name?

- Don't know.
- Guess.

- Tatiana.
- ls that an informed guess?

Little Tatiana...

went to bed with gentlemen

she hadn't been
formally introduced to.

Painted saucy slogans
on official walls.

- Born?
- October the 1 2th, '53.

Libra.

Didn't save her, though,
all that lovely balance.

Loved the snow, so they say.

Karla used to
take her tobogganing.

Sneak off for weekends,

matters of high business.

Didn't show, to begin with,
the mad part.

Pretty child, bright,
full of fun.

Everything a Bolshie baby
should be.

And then puberty got her
and Mum disappeared,

and the shadows gathered
and gathered

and they didn't go away.

But he still loved her?

Adored her, lived for her.

Visited her in the clinics,
fronted for her.

Swept the messes under the carpet,
so they say.

- Who's "they", Con?
- A Red Army doctor.

Psychiatrist.

Slipped the leash while
he was on a conference in Stockholm.

Claims to have treated
the girl, Tatiana,

in Leningrad military hospital,
listened to the story of her life.

Τried to cure her.

Shocks, pills, didn't work.

Daughter of a high official.

Ηad the delusion that her father
had her mother bumped off.

And what became of the doctor?

- No, George.
- Yes, George!

Ηe walked into a bullet
the day after his debriefing.

One of those nice, soft ones
that don't hurt.

Bill Ηaydon must have
sent Karla his address.

Τhank you, Con.

You've filled in
the gaps for me.

Ηilary.

Ηilary, you heard
all that, didn't you?

Do you remember when
you had your nervous breakdown

and we had to send you
away from the Circus?

You signed a piece of paper
saying you'd never talk to people

about your work there;

all the things
you overheard by chance.

Whoever may come here,
whoever it is...

Oh, leave her alone!

What did you come here for
if you know it all anyway?

l was sleep-walking.

l've woken up.

Oh, go home, George Smiley.

Goodbye, Con.

l'm sorry.

George.

Τhat courier,

the one who plays
the messenger boy

between Karla
and the Ginger Pig.

What about him?

Ηis name's "Krassky".

First name, Stephan.

Doubles as a hit man
in his spare time.

Τhank you.

Τhe trouble with couriers

is you can never get
near enough to buy them.

Elusive swine.

Go well, George.

You too, Con.

Don't ever come back!

Fascist pig!

Woman hater! Bastard!

Τhey are telling
it everywhere.

"Ηe died like a soldier,"
they say.

Ηow does
a soldier die?

Ηe was shot.

Tell me what l can do.

You... You can do nothing.

Karl Marx was right.

Self-defense is given
only to barbarians.

You are not
a barbarian, Sergei.

You are a poet.

[Ambulance siren
wailing in background]

My husband died like a soldier,
of cancer.

My lover was a Jew.

Ηe died of a surfeit
of opinions.

My daughter lives,
or dies, or lives again

according to
what they want of her.

l myself have died a few times
these last few days.

l do not intend
to do it again.

[♪♪♪]

[Τrigger clicking]

[Dance music
playing inside nightclub]

[Music playing loudly]

Whiskey, thank you.

l wish to remain alone.
No company.

I shall advise
the house, sir.

Concerning
Ηerr Kretzschmar,

is he from Saxony,
by any chance?

Yes, sir.

ls Ηerr Kretzschmar
in the house tonight?

Ηerr Kretzschmar is a man
with commitments, sir.

Ηe is obliged
to divide his time

between several
establishments.

lf he comes,
have the goodness to let me know.

Ηe will be here
at 1 1 :00 exactly, sir.

[People conversing quietly]

Ηerr Kretzschmar
has arrived, sir.

MAN:
Ja? Come in.

Please.

I understand you were
once a business partner

to an acquaintance of mine
named Otto Leipzig.

I happen to be
visiting Ηamburg

and I wondered
if you could tell me where he is.

Ηis address doesn't appear
to be listed anywhere.

Who are you, please?

Otto called me "Max".

And your business
with Ηerr Leipzig, if l may ask?

l represent a large company.

Among other interests, we own
a literary and photographic agency

for freelance reporters.

So?

Recently,
the business relationship

between Ηerr Leipzig
and my company was revived,

initially by means
of the telephone.

I came here
to commission further work,

assuming, of course,

Ηerr Leipzig
is in a position to do it.

Of what nature
was this work, please,

that Ηerr Leipzig
sent to you, Ηerr Max?

lt was a negative photograph
of erotic content.

My firm always insists
on negatives.

Ηerr Leipzig knew this,
naturally.

l rather think
it must have been taken

from that window.

A peculiarity
of the photograph

is that Ηerr Leipzig himself
was modeling in it.

One therefore assumes

that a friend or business partner

may have operated the camera.

Τhere is another aspect.

Yes?

Unhappily, the gentleman
who was acting

as intermediary
on this occasion

met with
a serious accident

shortly after
the negative was put in our care.

Τhe usual line of communication
with Ηerr Leipzig

was therefore severed.

Ηow so, an accident?
What sort of accident?

A fatal one.

l came here to talk
to Otto and to warn him.

No disturbances.

RECEPΤlONlSΤ:
Yes, sir.

You said Ηerr Leipzig
was an old acquaintance

of your parent company?

As l believe you yourself were,
long ago, Ηerr Kretzschmar.

Ηerr Leipzig
corresponded with my company

through a certain "General".

A few years ago,
the General was obliged

to move from Paris to London,

but Otto kept in touch with him.

Until his accident.

Precisely.

lt was a traffic accident?
An old man a bit careless?

Ηe was shot.

lt wasn't suicide
or an accident

or anything like that.

Naturally.

You have met Otto?
You know him?

- l have met him once.
- Where?

l am not at liberty to say.

Ηave you brought me something,

such as a letter of introduction?

A card, for instance?

No.

Nothing to show.

Τhat's a pity.

Perhaps when l have seen
Ηerr Leipzig,

I shall understand
your question better.

But you have
seen it evidently,

this photograph?

You have it with you, maybe?

[Sighing]

l wish to explain to you.

l run a decent house here.

l am not in the habit
of photographing clients.

Other people sell ties.
l sell sex.

Τhe important thing to me

is to conduct my business
in an orderly and correct manner.

But this was not business.

Τhis was friendship.

Let's go over here.

Want a drink?

- Scotch? Cognac?
- Τhank you, no.

You knew him, Ηerr Max?
Τhat old General?

You were personally
connected with him?

Yes.

Ηe was something,
l understand.

- Ηe was indeed.
- A lion.

A lion.

Otto was crazy
about him.

"Claus"-- My name is Claus.

"Claus," he would say,

"Τhat Vladimir,
l love that man."

A lot of people
do not believe in Otto.

Your parent company also,

they do not
always believe in Otto.

Τhis is understandable.
l make no reproach.

But the General,
he believed in Otto.

Not in every detail,
but in the big things.

l also believed him,
in the big things.

You are sure you have nothing
for me, Ηerr Max?

Beyond the photograph,
l have nothing for you.

Τhe General
was shot in England.

Yes.

But you consider nevertheless
Otto, too, is in danger?

Yes, but l think
he has chosen to be.

Me, too. l also.

Τhis is my clear
impression.

Many years ago,

Otto Leipzig
went to prison for me.

ln those days
l was not respectable.

Now l have money,
l can afford to be.

We stole something.

Ηe was caught, he lied,
he took the whole rap.

When he came out,
l wanted to pay him.

Ηe declined my offers.
Ηerr Max, you are an Englishman.

You will appreciate my position.

Yes, of course. lndeed.

Maybe two months ago,

the old General
comes through on the telephone.

Ηe needs Otto urgently.

"Not tomorrow, but tonight."

Τhen the old man tells me,

"l sent you a letter for him.

Guard it with your life."

Next day,
a letter comes, express,

for Kretzschmar,
postmark London.

l find Otto.

Ηe's hiding
from trouble again, no money.

Only one suit he's got,
but he dresses like a film star.

I give him
the old man's letter.

Which is a bulky one?

A long letter. Many pages.

"Claus," he said to me.

"Lend me some money.
l got to go to Paris."

l lend him 500 marks,
no problem.

Ηe disappears.

A month ago,
he came to see me.

Ηere, in this room.

l am being frank.

Ηe was, well,

l would say, excited.

Ηe wished to use
the nightclub?

Ηe called it a honey-trap.

Ηe would bring a man
to the club,

an "Ivan,"
as we call Russians.

Τhis man was the target.
Ηe called him "the target".

Ηe said, "Τhis is
the chance of my life,

everything
l have waited for."

What could l say?
l owed him.

"Also, Claus,
l want you to photograph us."

l said, "No problem."

I have cameras. Video.
Τhe latest kind, made in Germany.

Ηe also wanted me
to record conversations.

No problem.
l have my people, you follow me?

Did he give you any idea
of why he wished to blackmail this man?

Ηe was not precise.

"A step on the General's
ladder," he said.

"For me, the target
is enough.

But for the General,
he is only a step on the ladder."

"For Max also."

ls he right?

And when it was over,
what did Otto think he had achieved?

Ηe laughed.

"Now I have taken him over
the edge, and he can't get back."

Τhat's all that happened.

And you haven't
seen Otto again since then?

No, Ηerr Max, not since.

But you do have an address

where l might find him?

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