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No.

I didn't have any drink with my supper.

I didn't have any supper with my drink.

Will they start in on me right away?

I don't know.

If they have any sense, they will wait until your head is clearer.

Who will I see?

Fiedler.

Fiedler.

Whose room is that? Fiedler's?

No. He is in the east wing.

Very appropriate.

When will he come?

In his own time.

Do you think he's good at his job?

For a Jew.

You're tired. We'll talk in the morning.

You will be wakened at 6, please be ready at 7. We can't waste time.

You have the transcript of his first interrogation?

Yes.

It's still locked.

They are Mundt's quarters.

He's away for a while.

- When will he be back? - In a while.

- He doesn't tell you much, does he? - He tells me what he needs to.

Mundt was a Nazi, wasn't he?

He was a member of the Hitler Youth...

...as a boy. And now he's a grown-up Communist.

- He's what I would call "available". - Like you.

Shall we begin?

Let me start by asking you an amusing question.

Let me start by asking you one. Make you laugh your head off.

Where's my money?

When can I go wherever... Wherever home is?

Carlton's gone home. Peters has gone home. What about me?

- The agreement was... - You've broken the bloody agreement.

And barring miracles, broken my bloody neck too.

The agreement was that I be interrogated for two weeks in Holland,

paid, and allowed to slip back to England

without anyone knowing I'd been away.

And nobody would've known if you hadn't broken the story.

Just who the hell do you think you are?

How dare you come stamping in here like Napoleon ordering me about?

You are a traitor. Does it occur to you?

A wanted, spent, dishonest man. The lowest currency of the Cold War.

We buy you, we sell you, we lose you, we even can shoot you.

Not a bird would stir in the trees outside,

not a single pheasant would turn its head to see what fell.

Besides, we didn't tell London.

We were thinking of using you again, so we didn't tell them. You are wrong.

As for the money, you get it when you give us information.

The better you talk, the sooner we pay.

So far...

...your information is useless. Cheap peddler's stuff. Nothing.

Shall we try a little harder?

It isn't a question of trying. I've told you what I know.

Make your own deductions.

Very well.

Let's make some deductions together.

What would you, as an experienced intelligence officer,

deduce from the few facts you gave us about Rolling Stone?

Then let me offer my conclusion first. Control himself was running an agent.

He paid him, christened the operation, personally supervised the case.

- Do you consider that fanciful? - That's possible.

Anything's possible.

Can you deduce the nationality of Control's agent?

How could l? How could anybody?

Who chose the name Ziebold? Who chose it?

Control.

A German alias, and Control chose it. I wonder why.

So what? He could still have been a bloody Tibetan.

Oh, come on, Leamas.

You don't give a Tibetan a German alias if you want him to visit a bank

inconspicuously and draw out large sums of money.

You give a German alias to a German. And to what kind of German?

If Control ran him, an East German.

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And if Control ran him,

somebody very, very big.

Do you see what I'm after?

Yes.

Your last agent was Riemeck. Karl Riemeck.

I never had a chance to interrogate him.

Yeah, Mundt shot him.

- How did you first approach Riemeck? - We didn't. He approached us.

Offering what?

Offering a roll of microfilm, which when developed,

it turned out to contain photographs of the minutes of a weekly meeting

held by the Praesidium of the East German Communist Party.

After that, the information got better and better.

I never handled stuff like it.

Did it ever occur to you to ask him how he got his information?

Why the hell should l? He worked in the Praesidium.

- Did Control ask you how he got it? - No.

- Did Control meet Riemeck? - Yes, once.

I was against it for simple security reasons, but yes, he did.

Control came to Berlin last spring.

He asked to meet Riemeck to... To thank him.

Were you present at the thanksgiving?

Of course I was. I introduced them.

- But were you present all the time? - No, I introduced them, and then I left.

Control insisted on that. He wanted to be alone with Riemeck?

Yeah. I suppose it gave him a kick.

- How long were they alone? - Five minutes, ten minutes.

What are you trying to prove?

I'm not at a proving stage.

You're going down a blind alley, Fiedler.

You forget.

I ran the Berlin Station. I ran all the agents in East Germany.

If Rolling Stone had been an East German agent, I'd have known.

You're wasting your time. I ran all the agents in East Germany.

Karl Riemeck was the last.

Would you like some fresh air?

What are you going to do with the money?

Oh, I don't know. Settle down in some sunny spot

on the Caspian with one of your flaxen-haired discus-throwers.

I can't go home.

Don't you mind giving up your country?

What the hell's my country done for me?

I worked for the service for 18 years, and they kicked me out.

- Why did you work for them? - Well, the money.

- Only money? - It was a job.

You would have done it anywhere, for anyone?

I'm a technician, Fiedler. Just a technician.

- But not a Communist technician. - For God's sake...

A Christian, then?

I don't believe in Father Christmas. I don't believe in God or Karl Marx.

I don't believe in anything that rocks the world.

But how do you sleep? You have to have a philosophy.

I reserve the right to be ignorant. That's the Western way of life.

I couldn't have put it better myself.

You think ignorance a valuable contribution to world knowledge.

- You fight for ignorance. - Go to hell.

Look, all I want to know is, why?

What's the motive?

I invented the combustion engine and the two-way nappy.

I'm a hero of the Soviet Union. I wear the order of Lenin on my rump.

I'm a man, you fool. Don't you understand?

A plain, simple, muddled, fat-headed human being.

We have them in the West, you know.

- That's what it's all about. - Is that why you became a spy?

Look, your job and mine permit us to take human life.

If I want to kill you, and I can only do it by putting a bomb in a restaurant,

that's what I'll do.

Innocent people die every day. They might as well do so for a reason.

Afterwards I may draw up a purely academic balance.

Twenty men killed, 15 women, nine children,

and an advance of three yards.

What about you?

If ever I have to break your neck,

I promise to do it with the minimum of force.

Now, when do I get my bloody money?

Look, I could lie to you.

I could say you'll get your money in a month, just to keep you sweet.

But I'm telling you I don't know, and that's the truth.

You have given us indications.

Until we have run them to earth, I can't think of letting you go.

But afterwards, if things are as I think they are...

...you'll need a friend.

You're bustling about bloody early.

Is Mundt back?

I want you to sign something. The courier's waiting.

Letters to the banks in Copenhagen and Helsinki

asking for a statement of any recent withdrawals by your two partners.

The letters will be mailed from Switzerland.

Where will the banks send the statements?

To one of our accommodation addresses in West Berlin.

Control will find out that I've written.

He'll have forgotten by the time you next meet.

Will you sign with your aliases, please?

- Let me have the pad. - Here you are.

The Copenhagen letter.

The Helsinki one's easier. I wrote it in my own...handwriting.

Now what?

Within a week we should at least know the dates when Rolling Stone

was last in Copenhagen and Helsinki to draw the money.

Is Mundt back?

Not yet.

Until we hear from the banks, there's nothing more we can do.

We shall be constantly in one another's company.

If that's distasteful to you, I apologize.

I thought we could go for walks again or drive around in the hills for a bit

while we talked.

Incidentally,

we have some facilities here for people who...

For people who are spending some time with us.

Facilities for diversion and so on.

You offering me a woman?

I don't need one.

You had one in England, didn't you? The girl in the library.

Oh, yes, yes. She was a Communist too. She believed in free love.

At the time it was all I could afford.

- Good morning, Mr. Lofthouse. - Good morning, Miss Perry.

You're at the J's already.

You are settling down quickly.

I was so very happy the job fell vacant.

We're very happy you applied for it.

- Good morning, Miss Crail. - Good morning, Miss Perry.

- Miss Crail? - Yes, Miss Perry?

Would it be possible for me to take my holiday now?

I've been invited to spend a week in Germany.

- You have friends in Germany? - No, not exactly friends. Comrades.

You know I'm secretary of the local branch of the Comm...

I've never held that against you, Miss Perry. This is a free country.

I know. I know, and I'm very grateful.

Well, the Party Center has arranged a series of exchanges

to promote cultural amity and world peace.

And I've been chosen to exchange with the secretary

of the Neuenhagen branch, outside Leipzig.

Isn't Leipzig east? Behind the curtain?

I should very much like to go, Miss Crail.

I'll speak to Brigadier Blantyre.

But I think I'd better just tell him Germany, not East.

He doesn't hold with the Russians.

Thank you.

Blond or brunette?

- Do you know Mundt? - We have talked about him.

He shoots first and asks questions afterwards.

The deterrent principle.

It's an odd system in a profession where the questions

are always supposed to be more important than the shooting,

unless you are frightened of the answers.

- That telephone call. - Yes, what about it?

The money in Copenhagen. The bank answered your letter.

The manager's very worried that there's been a mistake.

The money was drawn by your partner exactly one week after you paid it in.

The date it was drawn coincides with a two days' visit

Mundt paid to Copenhagen in April.

Same goes for the bank in Helsinki. Mundt took the money there too.

You're out of your bloody mind.

I've told you again and again, they couldn't have done it.

London couldn't have run him as their man without my knowing.

You're trying to tell me that Control was personally directing

and operating the head of counter-espionage in the Abteilung

without the knowledge of the Berlin Station? I'm telling you you're mad!

Shut up...

-...and drive us home. - You have driven us home, Leamas.

Mundt is a traitor.

I tell you, they eased his escape from England.

London let him go because they wanted him to go.

- They found him, bribed him... - I tell you, they couldn't have done it!

Control couldn't have run him without my knowledge. You're mad!

Don't tell me you're that sorry to kill Mundt.

I suppose you ought to write to the banks

and tell them everything is quite in order.

- Comrade Fiedler? - Yes?

We want to talk to you.

- What do you want? - We are from Berlin.

Go to your room.

Come in.

Close the door.

Undo him.

Get up.

Take him upstairs.

Whiskey?

London sent you, didn't they?

- Where's Fiedler? - Under arrest, as you are.

For conspiring to sabotage the security of the people.

You'll be a witness at his trial. We shall want your confession.

- That means you don't have any proof. - We shall have proof.

We shall have your confession.

Who sent you?

Control?

- Smiley? - No one sent me.

They're looking for me, don't you know?

When did you last see Smiley?

I've never met Smiley.

Where'd you go after lunch with Ashe?

Chelsea?

I don't have the vaguest recollection.

I had two Scotches and half a bottle of punishing Greek wine.

- All I remember is wandering about... - In a taxi.

Was I in a taxi?

Our men reported that you took a taxi outside the restaurant.

Where did you go in the taxi?

I told you,

I was too drunk to know that I was in a bloody taxi.

I mean, if your man followed me, why don't you ask him wh...?

Did you go to Smiley's house in Chelsea?

I don't know Sm... I don't know Smiley.

Why did you shake off your followers?

Why were you so keen on shaking them off?

Hans-Dieter Mundt,

I have a warrant for your arrest,

by order of the Praesidium of the German Democratic Republic.

You all know why we're here.

This is not a trial, but a tribunal convened expressly by the Praesidium.

And it is to the Praesidium alone that we are responsible.

The proceedings, therefore, will be secret.

We shall hear evidence as we think fit.

Comrade Fiedler, you may begin.

You can see from the report I have already given you,

that we ourselves sought Leamas out in England, induced him to defect

and finally brought him to our Republic.

Nothing could more clearly demonstrate

the impartiality of Leamas than this:

That he still refuses, for reasons I will explain,

to believe that Mundt is a British agent.

It is therefore grotesque to suggest that Leamas is a plant.

The initiative was ours,

and the fragmentary, but vital evidence of Leamas,

provides only the final proof in a long chain of indications

reaching back over many years.

You will see on page seven that in 1959

Mundt was posted to London

ostensibly as a member of the East German Steel Mission.

Actually, he was engaged in intelligence duties.

In the course of these, he killed a man.

By doing so, he exposed himself to countermeasures

by the British Secret Police.

Since he had no diplomatic immunity,

for NATO does not recognize our sovereignty,

Mundt went into hiding.

Ports were watched. His photograph and description

were distributed throughout the British lsles.

Yet, after two days in hiding, Mundt takes a taxi to London Airport

and flies to Berlin. "Brilliant", you can say, and so it was.

With the whole of Britain's police force alerted,

her roads, railways, ship and air-routes under constant surveillance,

Mundt, in British eyes, a dangerous political murderer,

takes a plane from London Airport and flies to Berlin. Brilliant indeed.

Or perhaps you may feel, comrades, with the advantage of hindsight,

that Mundt's escape from Britain was a little too brilliant.

A little too easy.

That without the connivance of the British authorities

it never could have been possible at all.

The truth is this:

Mundt was taken prisoner by the British,

and released on condition that he become their paid agent.

It is beyond all doubt that he was paid through the banking operation

called Rolling Stone, whose procedure you see fully described

in annex A to the report.

Leamas played an unwitting part in this operation.

Bring the witness forward, please.

- What is your name? - Alec Leamas, assistant librarian.

You were formerly employed by the British Secret Service, no?

Yes.

Is it your opinion that they could have recruited Mundt as their agent?

- No, it is not. - How can you be so sure?

I've told you a dozen times, I'm not a performing seal.

I was head of the Berlin section for nine years.

If Mundt had been our agent, I'd have known about it. I'd have run him.

Not to know would be an administrative impossibility.

Quite.

In 1960, you had, in your capacity as Berlin station head,

approached and recruited the late Karl Riemeck,

- formerly secretary to this Praesidium. - He approached me.

With microphotographs of secret Praesidium documents?

Yes.

Was his later work for you equally spectacular?

More so. He gave us a complete breakdown of the Abteilung.

Control was delighted.

Control was so delighted that he came over to Berlin to meet Riemeck.

- Did you approve of that? - No.

Riemeck was my man. Control should have left him to me.

That was the rule. Control broke it.

You introduced them but were not present at the meeting.

- That is correct. - And they were entirely alone?

Well, now, how should I know? I wasn't there.

What do you think Control said to Riemeck?

Well, he wanted to thank him, so he told me, and give him a medal.

Mutual admiration.

Can you tell the tribunal how Riemeck obtained his information?

I never bothered to ask.

Then you may sit down, and I will tell them.

Who, in 1960, the year after Mundt escaped from England, remember...?

Who co-opted Riemeck

onto the Committee for the Protection of the People,

that vital committee which coordinates all our security measures?

Who proposed that Riemeck should be appointed secretary to the Praesidium,

with access to all its secrets?

Who, at every stage in Riemeck's career since 1960,

has singled him out for posts of exceptional responsibility?

The same man who was uniquely placed to shield Riemeck

in his espionage activities, Hans-Dieter Mundt.

Mundt, by deliberately raising Riemeck to higher and higher posts,

made it possible for him to amass all that information,

which he passed on to Leamas.

Mundt, Riemeck, Leamas, Control. That was the chain of communication.

But Leamas never knew.

For it is a rule in the intelligence technique the whole world over

that each link of the chain be kept as far as possible

in ignorance of the others.

Leamas never knew that Mundt was London's man.

Then why did Mundt kill Riemeck,

if Riemeck and he were both working for the British?

He had no alternative.

Riemeck was already under our suspicion.

If I'd been given a chance to interrogate him,

I could have incriminated Mundt.

But I was not allowed to interrogate him. Mundt shot him.

He killed the bird before it could sing.

Had it not been for the defection of Leamas,

Mundt might be practicing his treachery still.

There is your saboteur. There is your terrorist.

There's the man who has sold the people's right.

When you come to give your recommendation to the Praesidium,

do not shrink from recognizing...

...the full bestiality of this traitor's crime.

For Hans-Dieter Mundt, death...

...is a judgment of mercy.

Comrade Karden, you are speaking for Comrade Mundt.

You have heard the accusations of Comrade Fiedler.

Do you wish to examine the witness Leamas?

Yes, I should like to in one moment.

One moment.

The contention of Comrade Mundt is that Leamas is lying...

...and that Comrade Fiedler, either by design or ill chance,

has been drawn into a plot to disrupt the Abteilung,

and thus bring into disrepute

the organs for the defense of our people's democracy.

We do not dispute that Karl Riemeck was a British spy.

There is evidence for that.

But we do dispute that Mundt was in league with him.

And we dispute that Mundt accepted money for betraying our democracy.

For these charges, we say that there is no objective evidence...

...and that Comrade Fiedler is intoxicated by dreams of power...

...and blinded to rational thought.

We maintain that Leamas was dismissed

from the British Secret Service so that he should exhibit

those symptoms of physical and moral decline

which would deceive our London agents

into thinking he was a potential defector.

But we also maintain that once our London agents had contacted him,

he was used by Control as a weapon.

Indeed, as a spearhead, in Control's plot to incriminate Comrade Mundt.

But Comrade Fiedler, on whose ambitions

the British so accurately counted, accepted the evidence as true.

And thus became party to a monstrous plot to destroy, to murder, in fact.

For Mundt now stands to lose his life,

one of the most vigilant defenders of our democratic republic.

I said vigilant, comrades.

For do you really suppose that all this time Comrade Mundt

has been in ignorance of Fiedler's feverish plotting?

It was Mundt who took one crucial precaution,

while the British, with Fiedler's aid, planned his murder.

He caused scrupulous enquiries to be made about the witness, Leamas.

He was looking, you see, for one minute human error,

in a scheme of almost superhuman subtlety.

Now, Mr. Leamas.

Let us see whether we can assist Comrade Mundt in his search.

Do you still refuse to tell us where the taxi took you

after your lunch with Ashe?

I don't refuse, I don't remember. I was too drunk.

Not too drunk to pay the taxi.

Too drunk to remember.

But you paid.

I wonder what with.

Whatever small change I had in my pocket.

I'm like that when I'm drunk.

- Are you a man of means? - Now, don't be bloody silly.

You know I was broke when Ashe picked me up.

Except for your taxi money.

If you say so.

Then, now that you have paid your taxi,

we may take it that you have no money at all.

Until you pay me for my services, you may.

You cannot imagine that some kindly benefactor,

someone perhaps you have almost forgotten about,

would ever concern himself with a donation to your next of kin?

Or settling with your creditors? Some friend?

I haven't got any friends.

Do you know George Smiley?

Mundt asked me that.

You are being asked it again.

I knew of him. I never met him.

He was not a close friend of yours?

I never met him. I haven't got any friends.

Thank you.

Is that all?

Yes, that's all.

You see, we too have a witness.

Alec.

Let the witness come forward.

Alec.

What is your name, child?

What is your name?

Nancy Perry.

You are a member of the British Communist Party?

- Yes. - Leave her alone...

If he moves again, take him out.

He can speak later if he wishes.

Nancy...

...have you been told in the Party of the need for discipline?

Today, the reason for this tribunal will be a secret from you.

You will have to answer questions without knowing why they're asked.

But...

But who's on trial?

It can make no difference to you who is accused.

It is a guarantee of your impartiality that you do not know.

Is it Alec? Is it Leamas?

Look at me, child, if you wish to go home.

Look only at who questions you.

If there is communication of any sort between the two witnesses,

the man, Leamas, will be taken from the court and dealt with.

Comrade Karden, do you wish to question your witness?

Alec Leamas was your lover, wasn't he?

Yes.

- Have you had many lovers? - Karden, why don't you...?

Alec, don't. They'll take you away.

Yes, they will.

Have you any savings?

- A little. - How much?

A few pounds, my salary's pretty small.

How small?

Eleven pounds.

How much is your rent?

Three pounds ten.

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Then, why haven't you been paying it?

Why haven't you been paying it?

I own the lease.

You own a lease?

Oh, I mean...

I mean that someone bought it and sent it to me.

- Who? - I don't know.

It came from a bank, a bank in the city called Blatt and Rodney.

They said that some charity had done it.

What charity?

I don't know.

How much was the lease?

A thousand pounds.

Are you accustomed to receiving anonymous gifts

of a thousand pounds from charities?

From lovers?

From Leamas?

No, but I thought...

I thought it might've come from him.

But Leamas has already told us that he has no money, only debts.

No, I mean...

- I mean, from a friend of his. - Which friend?

I don't know.

Did anyone get into touch with you after Leamas disappeared?

- No. - Think.

- No. - A friend of Leamas'?

- No. - A man with a mustache

and spectacles?

Your house was watched, Nancy. Who was he?

Your lover?

A casual lover like Leamas?

- Alec wasn't a casual lover. - But he gave you money.

Did this man give you money too?

- Who was he? - He said he was a friend.

A friend of Alec's. He...

He wanted me to get in touch with him...

How? How were you to get in touch with him?

- He left a card. - What was his name?

- I don't know. - It was a blank card?

- No, it... - What was the name on the card?

I don't know. I don't remember.

What was the name on the card?

Smiley.

George Smiley.

Smiley was indeed Leamas' friend.

He was also a planner in the section called Satellite Four,

which operates behind the lron Curtain.

It was to Smiley's Chelsea house

that Leamas took the taxi after lunching with Ashe.

And the plot to incriminate Comrade Mundt was set in motion.

The plot has failed.

All right, Karden, let her go.

She knows nothing, nothing at all. Get her home. I'll tell you the rest.

She cannot leave the court until...

- She knows nothing, I tell you. - She cannot leave the court.

Karden is right.

It was an operation, an operation planned by London

in which I was to pose as a defector and give evidence to Fiedler

that would hang Mundt.

We counted on Fiedler, I must admit, on his hatred for Mundt.

Why the hell shouldn't he hate Mundt? Mundt hates him.

As for the girl, she's just a frustrated little thing from a crackpot library.

She's no good to you. Send her home.

What are you talking about, Leamas?

Are you mad?

Are you out of your mind? Don't you realize what you're saying?

- Comrade Fiedler. - Save the girl. Save the Jews.

Save my Christian soul! Don't you realize what he has done?

He's saved Mundt, and Mundt is London's man!

Comrade Fiedler will be held in custody.

The hearing is closed.

The tribunal will make its report to the Praesidium.

Comrade Mundt is reinstated.

The man, Leamas, and the girl are under arrest.

So Fiedler was right.

Yes.

Where's the girl?

By the car.

You'll hit the main road after 20 kilometers, turn right.

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As you enter Berlin, you'll pass a signpost to Potsdam.

Turn right again. Go for four kilometers, the road's quite straight.

When you reach the canal turn left

and follow the water until you see three lights

hanging on a diversion sign.

The boy will meet you there.

He's quite young, but he knows the Wall.

You'll never get away with it, you know.

What will they find in the morning?

Empty cells, Leamas. Open doors. Escaped prisoners.

A car missing.

There's a conspiracy, you know.

I shall have to find the guilty ones, the accomplices.

You know where I shall find them?

Amongst Fiedler's friends.

Conspirators, scum.

Drive carefully.

Goodbye, Leamas.

Alec, why is he letting us go?

Because we've done our job.

Come on, get in. We haven't much time.

- For what? - Time to get to Berlin, to the Wall.

Berlin?

You and Mundt are enemies, aren't you?

What bargain did you make with him, Alec?

What's going to happen to Fiedler?

He'll be shot.

Why didn't they shoot you?

You conspired with Fiedler against Mundt.

You said so in court.

Why did Mundt let you go?

All right, I'll tell you.

I'll tell you what you were never, never to know.

Mundt is London's man. He's their agent.

They bought him while he was in England.

We're witnessing the lousy end to a filthy, lousy operation

to save Mundt's skin.

To save him from a clever little Jew in Mundt's own department

who had begun to suspect the truth.

London made us kill him.

Kill the Jew.

Now you know.

And God help us both.

We wait here.

Why did Mundt let me go? I'm a risk to him now.

As you said, it was a bargain. No you, no me.

What was my part in all this? I want to know.

You were a pawn in the plot.

London knew it was no good just killing Fiedler.

If he'd been killed, people would've started asking by whom, why?

Maybe he told friends he suspected Mundt.

Maybe he left notes, incriminating notes.

London had to eliminate suspicion.

Public rehabilitation, that's what they organized for Mundt.

I was sent to discredit him. You were sent to discredit me.

And love?

We made it very easy for them.

They used us.

They cheated us both because it was necessary.

Fiedler was nearly home already.

If it hadn't been for us, Mundt would've been killed.

They were bloody clever. All the way down the line, they were bloody clever.

Clever? They were foul. How can you turn the world upside down?

- What rules are you playing? - There's only one rule. Expediency.

Mundt gives London what it needs, so Fiedler dies, and Mundt lives.

It was a foul, foul operation, but it paid off.

Who for?

What the hell do you think spies are?

Moral philosophers measuring everything they do

against the word of God or Karl Marx?

They're not. They're just a bunch of seedy, squalid bastards like me.

Little men, drunkards, queers, hen-pecked husbands, civil servants

playing cowboys and lndians to brighten their rotten little lives.

Do you think they sit like monks in a cell, balancing right against wrong?

Yesterday I would've killed Mundt

because I thought him evil and an enemy, but not today.

Today he's evil and my friend.

London needs him so that the great moronic masses you admire so much

can sleep soundly in their flea-bitten beds again,

for the safety of ordinary crummy people like you and me.

You killed Fiedler.

How big does a cause have to be before you kill your friends?

What about your Party?

There's a few million bodies on that path.

There is a moving searchlight beamed onto the Wall where you are to climb.

Now, your signal to go will be when the beam stops.

As you near the Wall, they will move the searchlight off that area

to conceal you from outside observation by other detachments.

Haven't the flanking detachments been briefed?

No, only the guard in the sector.

It would be too dangerous to arouse too much curiosity.

Here go slowly, please.

It is the next on the left.

Now stop.

Go through that small door. At the far end, you will see the Wall.

First, there's a barbed-wire fence.

There's a handkerchief to show you where you can go under.

The detachment have placed their emergency climbing irons

in the Wall to a height where you can stand.

Pull yourself and the lady over the top.

- Through barbed wire? - It has been cut.

If anything goes wrong, if you fall or get hurt, don't turn back.

They shoot on sight within the area of the Wall. You must get over.

Your friends will be waiting for you on the far side. Good luck.

- Thank you. - Go on.

Don't look back, Nan. Climb! Climb!

- Nan! - Jump, Alec!

Jump, man!

Jump, man!

Mr, Leamas, go back, please,

To your own side, Mr, Leamas,