All language subtitles for A.Different.Loyalty.2004.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb.eng

Troop!

Attention!

By the left!

Quick march!

Left, right, left...

There's evidence

that someone they call
"agent Virgil"

may be a convert.

The main source of the leaks
is someone

who works inside the
foreign office in London,

and his K.G.B. code name
is "Homer."

MI6 have modified
their original list of suspects

and put George quennell
right at the very top.

What do you think?

I think London's right.

You think we should arrest him?

Not yet.

Let's make absolutely sure
first, shall we?

Thank you, dick.

Good morning,
Mr. Quennell.

I'll make all the arrangements
for you to join me in Moscow.

What's this other case?

Mine.
I'm going, too.

Does Stanley know?

Yes, he ordered it.

British authorities have now
learned that George quennell

and Angus petherbridge,

the two diplomats who
fled England on May 25th, 1951

and later surfaced in Moscow,
had been Soviet spies

since their recruitment
at Cambridge university.

The length of their deception
and the ease of their escape

would indicate that the K.G.B.

has penetrated British
intelligence at the very highest level.

Sally!

Come and join us for lunch.

Oh, I just came
to pick up my mail.

All of us came to Beirut with
some other purpose in mind, dear.

How have you been?

We've missed you, Sally!

You become a recluse every
time Paul goes "bye-bye."

Would you like a drink?

Oh, if I must.

The only difference between
me and that bugger T.E. Lawrence

was I had the balls
to become a bloody Muslim.

Who's that?

That's old Randolph Cauffield.

You met his son, Leo?

Middle east stringer
with the London times.

Leo!

Come and meet the most
beautiful woman in Beirut!

Oh, god.

Leo, this is Sally Tyler.

Pleased to meet you, Sally.

And you, Leo.

Leo's a bit of a loner, Sally,
but we still think of him as one of us.

Well, to be in society
is simply a bore,

but to be out of it
is merely a tragedy.

At least he's not like these
younger journalists out there.

They are so N.Q.O.C.M.D.

"Not quite our class,
my dear."

Please, Peter.
I'm sure Sally grew up

blissfully unencumbered
by D.P.L.T.O.C.

"Dreadful phrases like that,
old chap."

Peter's a little lecherous and
opinionated old bastard, isn't he?

He's one of my closest friends.

Which, of course, are both
deeply admirable qualities in a man.

But not that close.

I know.

And who brought the Americans
to Arabia in the first bloody place?

I did.

I suppose I should go and rescue
my father before he falls down.

It was nice to meet you, Sally.

And you, Leo.

I didn't recognize you.

You look fabulous!

I need my best friend around to
help me get through these things.

OK, where's Paul this time?

Oh, Cairo.

I can't believe
how well you manage

when he goes off
on his assignments.

Oh, I'm used to it.

Oh, you know me, I get lonely
going to the bathroom on my own.

Where are the twins?

Oh, I just got them into bed.

Go up and say
good night to them.

They would love to see you!

Yes, go on.

I'd love to.
OK.

"Captain bigger's eyes"

"were cold and hard
like picnic eggs."

"It's the code, sir.
The code."

"That's a big word with the men"

"who live on the frontiers
of empire."

Aye, Matey.

Oh, hello.

Joan of arc's arrived.

Children are generally much
nicer than grownups, aren't they?

I mean, they never complain,
they never criticize.

And if they get cross...
it just blows over.

I just get along with children
so much better than adults.

I really miss my own.

They're in England right now
with their mother,

till I get sorted out here.

My wife and I haven't slept under
the same roof for many years.

Oh.

How do you know fay and Glen?

Oh, I've known fay for years.

I met her
when I was an art consultant

for an American company
in Turkey.

Oh, you're an artist?

Well, now and then.

I just can't seem to discipline
myself body and soul.

Do you want to dance?

Not really.

Oh, thank god.
I hate dancing.

Tell me all about yourself.

I mean,
whereabouts in america do you come from?

The northwest, near Seattle.

Seattle.

It's rather like England, isn't it? I
mean... Well, the climate, anyway.

That's great.

Now we're talking
about the weather.

I know.

And we made such a promising
beginning.

I'm sorry.

It's my fault.
I'm a little nervous.

Why?

Because... Every
time I'm around you,

I have to keep reminding myself
that I'm married.

It was nice seeing you again.

Who are you tonight?

Louis Pasteur.

Well, he was very persistent.

So was Joan of Arc.

Sally!

Would you like a drink?

A tea, please.

Tea, please.

I'm glad you've come. I...
Needed some human contact.

I've been like a hermit
since Christmas.

Me, too. Paul's away again
on business in Libya.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Can I ask you a question?

I mean, don't answer me if you
think it's not my business.

Are you happily married?

Happily enough.

Paul and I are comfortable.

Paul's a good husband
and father.

I'm sure he wishes
he'd picked someone

who was a little bit more
efficient in the kitchen

and someone who would keep
their opinions to themselves.

Maybe he should have married me.

I'm very good in the kitchen
and I keep my opinions to myself.

Well, if he ever decides
to change his mind,

I'll have him give you a call.

Did that answer your question?

I ran into an old acquaintance
today I haven't seen for years.

British writer
named Leo Cauffield.

You haven't come across him
on the circuit

since I've been gone, have you?

Yes.

I always liked Leo.

Oh, matter of fact, I invited
him over to dinner next week.

Paul.

Have you thought any more
about taking that offer

to run the bureau in Paris?

Why?

I just thought it might be
a... Good change for us.

I already turned it down.

There's nothing much of interest
happening in Paris these days.

Sally, did you know that
Leo here was awarded an O.B.E.

By the queen herself?

What did you get it for?

I was working for
British Intelligence.

I was the head of a thing
called "section nine."

The Brits' Counterintelligence
Division, Sally.

May I have
another cup of coffee?

It's absolutely delicious.

I'm off on another trip
next week, Leo.

Really?

I think Sally gets a bit moody
when I'm gone.

Women don't like to be
left alone for too long.

If you have any time,
you should keep her company.

Have you thought of
taking her with you?

Can I get you a Brandy?

Oh, no, thanks.
I've got to be going soon.

I promised my father I'd pick
him up at St. George's after dinner.

Excuse me, waiter,
there's a beautiful woman in my coffee.

I hear the Americans are trying
to launch their own spaceship

now that the Russians
have sent up Sputnik II.

Yes.

I gather it's called
"The Vanguard."

How much was it?

What do you want?

I want to know why time
stands still when we're together.

Maybe your watch broke.

Probably.

Everything else I valued before
I met you seems worthless now.

I can't do this.

Sally... We don't
have to be imprisoned

by the choices we made
in the past.

Deeper and deeper...

I don't have the... oh...

Leo, I don't have the courage
to tear my whole life apart.

Paul, would you please
say something!

I'm... Jealous.

Of Leo?

Of you.

I wish I could have felt... Could
feel like that about someone.

Oh, Paul!

Paul... If I could have
fallen for anyone in the world

other than Sally,
I swear I would have done it.

I won't file for divorce myself but
I won't stand in your way, either.

You know I intend to marry her
as soon as it's final.

So good.

Tea, darling, on the terrace?

This is the first thing
I've done in years.

I guess I'm the opposite
of a tortured artist.

I can only draw or paint
when I'm at peace with myself.

There is nothing more pleasing
to the eye

than a picture
of women's breasts.

It's a bowl of fruit.

Really?

"Really?"

I've always preferred
sunrises to sunsets.

Sugar?

Yeah.

Leo Anthony Charles Cauffield,

do you take Sally to be thy lawful
wedded wife to have and to hold,

for richer and for poorer

in sickness and in health
till death do you part?

I do.

Now, the secret of a happy
marriage is compromise.

And I should know, 'cause
I've had a few wives myself.

Well, anyway,
when Leo's mother and I first got married,

we moved into a small house with
a small garden and a tiny flower bed.

Now, I wanted to plant daffodils
and she wanted to plant rhubarb.

So what did we do?

We compromised.

We planted rhubarb.

Anyway, here's a toast
to the happy couple.

Happy couple.

Happy couple.

Where did you find
the old school scarf?

I lost mine years ago.

I've always hung on to it.
It brings me good luck.

This is the real thing, Andy.

I mean, I didn't realize how
lonely I was until I met Sally.

I couldn't be happier for you,
old chap.

But I hope you'll still
spend some time with old chums.

Of course.

Catherine and I
hardly know a soul in Beirut.

Beirut?

I've just been posted out there.

I didn't think the middle east
was quite your bag.

I've rather felt like...
New challenges.

But more importantly, do you?

You look radiant, honey.

I just hope you'll both be OK.

We'll be fine.

My biggest concern was Jen,
and she seems to be more than OK with it.

I think kids are happy
when their parents are.

By the way,
I'm assuming that you know

that before Leo
was a journalist,

he was kicked out of
British Intelligence.

He wasn't kicked out, fay.
He resigned.

I couldn't give a damn
either way, honey.

If you're happy, I'm happy.

Stop throwing balloons!

You are in big trouble now,
mister!

Hello.

Hi, Mom.

Hello.

Oliver... Why can't you
play with the other kids

instead of terrorizing
the entire neighborhood?

Well, you're looking
very pleased with yourself.

I have just booked a table
at "Lucullus"

for our anniversary dinner
tomorrow night.

Oh, my god!

I thought you had to be knighted

or have three hyphens in
your last name to get in there.

Listen, I may be just
another British journalist,

but I do have my connections.

Well, you better tell me
who they are

and I'll send them
a thank-you note.

Can we go sailing tomorrow, dad?

Aye-aye, Matey.

If that storm that's a-comin'

'as all cleared up, har-har.

Yippee!

Was that
"yippee, there's a storm coming"

or
"yippee, we're going sailing"?

Both, I guess.

I have an appointment.

Oh... well,
I have spam.

So thank god we're going to the
tollands' house for dinner, OK?

I'll be back at six.

OK.

I never thought I'd see the day
when both my daughter

and my stepdaughter
ended up in jail.

What did I do wrong?

I'm just visiting, daddy.

Hey! Don't forget
your coat and umbrella.

They're forecasting rain later.

Leo.

Somebody get that?

Hello?

OK, I will.
Bye-bye.

It was daddy. He says
he's gonna be a bit late.

He'll meet you at the tollands
around eight o'clock.

OK. Thanks.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hi.
Cat's and dogs?

Leo's been held up,
but he'll be here pretty soon.

Well, don't worry about it.

Everybody's having problems
with this weather.

Champagne, please.

Oh!

Thank you.

Fay will be glad to see you.

Excuse us.

Are you sure
you don't want us to wait?

Oh, positive, fay.

I'm sure he just had trouble
getting a cab.

All right.
Let's eat then. Come on.

Please sit down.

Sally?

Would you like to call home,
see if he's got back yet?

Oh, yes.
Thank you.

Dad's not here.
Have you heard from him?

No. He hasn't rung
or stopped by.

All right.

Do you think maybe it got so late
he just decided to go straight there?

I'll call you back, honey.

Don't worry.

Can I sleep in your room all
night if daddy doesn't come back?

Of course.

He promised to
take me sailing tomorrow.

He'll be back.

When did Glen tolland
say to call the hospitals?

Not till morning, honey.

But it'll be OK.

Oh, Andy!

I'm sorry to call you so early.

It's just, you know,
you're his closest friend.

I'm really worried.

Don't worry. Don't worry.
You've done the right thing.

I know. I just... Is it all right if I
take a quick look at his study?

Sure.
Of course. OK, good.

Is there anything missing?
Typewriter?

I don't think so.

Documents?

No.

New passport.

Was he planning on
going anywhere?

I don't think so.

For the times?

No.

Sally, I'm gonna call the police
and file a missing person's report.

OK.

Hello?

Yes, you have.

Are you sure?

Yes.
Thank you.

The body of an
unidentified white male

has been found
washed up near the harbor.

It's not him.

No.

Mrs. Cauffield?
Security police.

Security police?

May we take a look
around your apartment?

Wait a minute... What the
hell do you think you're doing?

Ahmed!

Andy?

Sally, this is Dennis Acworth,

my successor as S.I.S. Chief
here in Beirut.

What's going on?

Why are the police
tearing our apartment apart?

Mrs. Cauffield, the warrant is
out for the arrest of your husband.

The Lebanese authorities believe he
may be working for the Soviet Union.

Is this some kind of sick joke?

Espionage is not something we
at MI6 regard as a source of humor.

Sally, I understand how
you must feel about this, but...

Oh, no, Andy.
You don't know how I feel.

You couldn't possibly know
how I feel, Andy,

or you wouldn't be
able to just stand there

while this stuck-up prick
tells me that

they think my husband is working
for the goddamn Russians!

Andy?

Sorry.

All right.

Oh... oh...

I'm going to the beach.

All right.

...merci beaucoup.

Hello.
I'm Sally Cauffield.

My husband Leo Cauffield and I

used to have an arrangement
to pick up our mail here.

Are there any letters for him?

No, Mrs. Cauffield,
I'm afraid not.

But there's a letter for you.

My dearest Sal.

I'm so sorry
I disappeared so suddenly

but I had to leave town
on a very important story.

Please, please don't worry,
darling.

Everything is fine.

Inside your studio,
you'll find something from me.

There should be enough cash
to pay all the bills.

You'll also find something to
remember our very special day this week.

I haven't forgotten you or the kids,
or everything you all mean to me.

And I believe now, as
passionately as I always have,

that we will all someday be
living in a better world than this.

And I miss you
and love you more than ever.

Give the kids a big hug
and a kiss from me.

Love, Leo.

Oh!

Mom?

Has he been kidnapped?

Is he working
for British intelligence?

How much were you aware of?

As I have already told the
police... And the British embassy...

Mrs. Cauffield,
this isn't the first time, is it?

...my husband is away
doing a story for the times.

Unfortunately, some people have
chosen to jump to the wrong conclusion.

Are you yourself in any way...
The police have been in there?

Thank you.

It's a little strange the way he left,
you've got to admit that.

People thought a lot of
strange things when he left MI6,

but they were wrong.

I have less reason to trust Leo
than anyone but if it's any consolation,

I don't believe
he's a Russian agent.

Thanks for the vote
of confidence.

You know, it's possible he
didn't actually write that letter.

I don't want to be an alarmist,

but as a former bigwig with
British Counterintelligence,

still doing work for them
on the side

he'd be something of a capture
for the K.G.B.

Oh, that makes me feel
a lot better.

Oh, listen, Sally,
I'm sure everything's gonna be fine.

But until things
settle down around here...

I think Jen should
come back with me to New York.

Even if he is just on a story,

people are gonna believe
whatever they wanna believe.

And until he shows up somewhere,
it's gonna be a carnival.

Come here.

OK.

"The enclosed is to buy
tickets to London"

"for you and the children."

"Just write the date
of your departure in chalk"

"on the wall
at the end of our street."

"All my love."

I guess he could be
working on something

that requires
this degree of secrecy.

It's a little over-the-top,
isn't it?

So either he's been abducted
against his will,

or it boils down to whether
or not I trust my husband.

Trust and love aren't always
mutually inclusive, darling.

Mrs. Cauffield?

Who is it?

I have come from Leo.

How did you get up here?

The doorman has strict orders
not to let anyone up here.

Come with me now!
Please.

I will make
all the arrangements.

I can't.

I'm taking my children to England
as soon as they get home from school.

Please. I must come in.

Get away!

I'll call the police!

I have only come to help.

You must believe that.

Why didn't you write a departure
date on the wall like Leo asked?

Where is he?

Are you holding him somewhere?

Everything is fine.

Please, Mrs. Cauffield,
come.

Oh...

Go to your rooms!

I told you
to go to your rooms right now!

Sally.
Welcome back to London.

Let me have your case.

Thanks, Andy.

How are you?

OK.

Lucy.

Hello,
Mr. Darcy.

Good to see you, Oliver.

You, too.

The kids are going to be staying
with their cousin in wiltshire.

I want them out of
the spotlight in London.

Yes?

Yes.

OK, darlings, I'll see you soon.

And where are you staying?

I'm staying with Leo's sister,
Cynthia, in Islington.

Sally, did Leo ever mention
the name dick madsen to you?

Well, there was a fellow
he called "limp dick,"

if that's what
you're talking about.

He was rather hoping you'd come
and meet with him at his office.

Well, I'll try not to
call him that to his face.

If I can.

Would you like a Belgian toffee?

I have them sent
from Brussels every month.

No, thank you.

Tell me... Do you by any chance
recognize this fellow, Mrs. Cauffield?

Is he the chap who tried to
persuade you to leave Beirut with him?

Who is he?

He's Turkish.

Well, that's helpful.

This photo of him
was taken last night.

He was found by the side of the
road, near the Syrian border.

Who do you think did it?

K.G.B., C.I.A.
Who knows?

Maybe even the Turks themselves.

Sally, is there
anything you can remember

about Leo's behavior before
he disappeared that was unusual?

Well,
he was drinking more than usual.

Well, that's understandable,
if he was planning an escape.

That wasn't what was happening.

Leo's father was staying with us
and he had a heart attack.

You know, Leo and his father
were very close.

Did you know that
before the war,

Randolph Cauffield tried
to make a deal with Hitler

which would have given the
Germans an unlimited supply of oil?

We had to assign an agent to keep
us up-to-date with all his activities.

Why are you telling me this?

Because the agent we assigned
was his own son, Leo.

Forgive me for asking,
Mrs. Cauffield,

but, most of the
undergraduates the K.G.B.

Recruited from Cambridge
were homosexual.

I was wondering
if Leo's alleged penchant

for the opposite sex
was actually a front?

If they're what passes for
British intelligence these days,

we must be the stupidest
bloody country in the world.

I never understood why Leo
had anything to do with them.

Oh, you look exhausted.

I'll let you get some rest.

Thank you.

Some coffee, Andy?

Thanks, Sally.

Sure.

Hey.

It was the proudest moment of
my father's life when I got the O.B.E.

I suppose I was a bit of
a disappointment after that.

Oh, I don't think that's true.

When MI6 asked me to resign

they told me I would have been
the next chief

if the petherbridge and quennell
business hadn't happened.

Surely they don't blame you
for all of that.

According to a message
intercepted by the C.I.A.,

the escape of K.G.B. agents
Homer and Virgil

was set in motion
by someone called agent Stanley.

A third man.

Somebody much higher up
in British Intelligence.

The Americans made a big deal
about petherbridge and quennell

and I all being at Cambridge
at the same time.

Then Dick Madsen
joined the bandwagon.

Why did MI6
try to to recruit you again?

Well, possibly
because I was cleared

by the foreign secretary
of any involvement.

Or?

Or they wanted to
try and trap me.

But four years later,
they still haven't managed.

Both.

I had a dream that I was
separated from you and the children.

It was horrible.

Oh...

Excuse me...

Sally,
we've had some news about Leo.

Mrs. Cauffield,
we've just been informed

that your husband has arrived
in Moscow of his own free will.

We consider the term "traitor"

rather melodramatic
within these walls.

In intelligence vernacular,

your husband has chosen
"a different loyalty."

However, he is an
active communist agent,

and it is imperative
that you don't, on any account,

consider joining him
in the Soviet Union.

If you do you'll never
be allowed to return.

The only thing I intend to do is to
go to New York to visit my daughter.

Where I plan to go or
what I intend to do after that

is of no concern to you.

Hi!

Oh!

Oh.

You look so beautiful!

Let me take this.

There should be two more
in the trunk.

For what it's worth, Sally,
I'm sorry about what's happened.

Leo had a lot of people fooled.

I can't say I was
entirely surprised myself, but...

Well, if there's anything I can
do to make things easier for you...

Well... I would like
Jen to spend some time

with Leo's children in England.

They got really close
when they were in Beirut.

Well... Why don't you bring them
over and stay up at the lake house?

You know I can't afford that.

I can't let Jen go back
to Europe with you, Sally.

Well, it's not like I'm gonna kidnap
her and take her back to Moscow.

Oh, I missed you so much.

I'm so glad to see you.

Oh, me too, honey. Me, too.

It's so weird to think about all
the things they're saying about Leo.

Yeah.

I don't know what
anything is anymore, honey.

I don't even know who I miss
anymore... That witty, charming man

who expressed his love more
honestly than anyone I ever met

or that witty,
charming con artist.

Mom... You know how much I love dad,
right?

Yeah.

But the only reason I have
any idea of what love really is

between two adults is
because I lived with you and Leo.

Dear Sal, I know what you
must probably think of me now.

But I need you to know that you
have all my love, more than ever.

I'm sure that
there are many people

who are saying
terrible things about me,

but the truth isn't always
what it might seem to be.

I beg of you with all my heart
to at least visit Moscow

and hear my side of the story.

You'd be free to come here
and leave at any time.

Just call the Russian embassy in
London and everything can be arranged.

I can't stop thinking about you

or ever give up hope
of seeing you again.

All my love, as always, Leo.

Don't worry.
I'll be fine.

Are you sure?

Yes. Yes.

OK. Whatever I decide,
I promise I'll be back for your birthday.

Just do what you need to do.

Oh.

I love you, sweetheart.

Love you, too.

So much.

Have a safe flight.

OK.

OK.

Daddy's not very good
at coping on his own.

He's hoping to find a way
for you to visit him

during your school holidays.

But I want to live in Moscow
with him all the time.

Don't be silly, Oliver.
You know you can't.

It's not gonna be easy,

but he's trying to find a way
to get you your visas.

I don't want to go to Russia!

It's a bloody dump!

I'm the person from the Russian
embassy you spoke to on the phone.

Good luck,
Mrs. Cauffield.

So... Where will you be this time tomorrow,
Moscow or Manhattan?

I don't know.

Part of me is so mad at him,
I can't even see straight.

And the other part?

Well, you know, with Leo I never
took the path of least resistance.

But there's a part of me that
feels like if I don't at least see him,

I won't be able to get on
with my life with or without him.

Sally!

Oh, Andy.

Hello, Cynthia.

Sally, I was just on my way
around the corner

to an exhibition with my wife.

Knowing your interest in art,

I was wondering
if you'd care to come along.

Would you excuse me?

Catherine.

Andrew, how lovely to see you.

Sally, this is
sir Michael Strickland.

Michael, Sally Cauffield.

Oh, yes. I remember your husband
at Cambridge, many moons ago.

Who would've guessed,
do help yourself to drinks,

and I hope you'll enjoy
our little collection.

Excuse me.

Oh, lady markham's waving at me.
I'll be back in a tick.

You know... I'll never
forget the moment

when I finally had to accept
Leo was guilty.

It was when I worked out why

the humps on that damn photo of
mount ararat were the wrong way around.

I found him in the desert,
all alone with nobody in the world.

A desert rat?

They're very misunderstood
creatures, rats.

Second only to man's best friend

as the most loyal
and responsive of pets.

I'm going back to London
tonight, old fruit.

Really?

The yanks have handed
golitsyn over to us.

I thought the C.I.A.
could never make up their mind

if he was a true
K.G.B. defector or not.

Oh, no. He's proved
he knows his stuff.

Sometimes I can't help wondering

if the methodologies of
American democracy and communism

aren't virtually
indistinguishable.

Personally, I always thought
communism was rather like acne.

You're supposed to
grow out of it, aren't you?

I don't know.
I never had acne.

The old two-backed beast.

Yes, I took that when
I was stationed in Istanbul.

I thought those old
touristy shots

that we used to stick in our
geography books back at school

had the small hump on the right.

I expect the print was made
with the negative reversed.

Smart fellow.

Golitsyn has the dirt on every
Soviet spy in the west, Leo.

He's told us your entire history
in the K.G.B.

I'm afraid what you've been told
has nothing to do with reality.

We can make a deal if you return
to London and tell us everything.

I told you everything I know

the last time I went
through this charade, Andy.

You don't have to go
and rot in Moscow

for the rest of your life,
like the others.

They're offering total immunity.

Think about it for a few days.

The photograph
had the humps backwards.

It was taken from
the Russian side of the border.

Intelligence is just
a game you all play

like overgrown schoolboys,
isn't it?

You have to make someone
the enemy,

otherwise they'd call you
all in off the playground.

In any game,
there are always certain rules.

You let him escape, didn't you?

Because he was your best friend,

or because MI6 was too
embarrassed to bring him back?

What rules of the game
are we talking about now, Andy?

They wanted him back
at any price.

It may end up costing me
my career,

but if Leo had returned and testified,
I couldn't have regarded him

as anything other than
a devious opportunist.

His choice... His
choice to defect

at least showed that his faith
in communism was unerring.

You and I may regard that as
honorable or just bloody foolish.

But either way, it's something I,
and I suspect he, too, can live with.

Oh, god!

Welcome to the Soviet
union, Mrs. Cauffield.

It may not be the Ritz,
but it's more than comfortable.

Have a wonderful evening.

Thank you, Aleksi.

I know it took a lot of courage
for you to come here, Sal.

Even though I... Though I wanted
you to come more than anything...

I would have understood
if you hadn't.

So this is what you
abandoned your family for?

I wasn't intending to
leave you permanently, Sal.

Well, you weren't
intending to come back.

And you won't be coming back
anytime soon.

That seems pretty permanent
to me!

You have
every right to be angry.

What happened was... Do
you have any idea how it feels

to find out the person
you loved was a shadow?

That every word
out of their mouth was a lie?

That he used you just like
he used everybody else?

It may be hard to believe, Sal,
but I wasn't lying to you.

It's what I didn't tell you
that I'm guilty of.

A thousand times over!

I had to keep things from you,
for your safety and for the children.

Don't give me that bullshit!

If you cared about our safety,
you wouldn't have left us there.

I didn't plan to, Sal.

Things didn't happen
the way you think.

Golitsyn has the dirt on every
Soviet spy in the west, Leo.

We can make a deal.

If you return to London
and tell us everything.

Think about it for a few days.

They have given me
a few days to make up my mind.

That's if the C.I.A.
Don't get me first.

Got a light?

Don't worry.

I'll walk past your apartment
every three hours, each day.

If you see me carrying a newspaper,
I only want to talk to you.

If I'm carrying a book

it means everything is prepared
for your departure.

My departure?

We cannot allow you to go back
to London under any circumstances.

Oh, good.

I never thought I'd see the day

when both my daughter and
my stepdaughter ended up in jail.

What did I do wrong?

I'm just visiting, daddy.

Hey! Don't forget
your coat and umbrella.

They're forecasting rain later.

Leo!

Yes, but you said it would
only take a couple of days.

You know, I do need some notice.

Everything is ready now.

They are waiting for us
to leave.

What?

But you don't have
a book in your hand.

Oh, my god.
I'm so sorry.

I forgot all about it.

I can't just leave now,
you know.

I have to make arrangements.

I have to make sure
my family is looked after.

I have to say goodbye.

I have to make sure
they're all right.

You can telephone them.

Tell them you'll be back late.

I mean, you must have known
when you first got into it.

How could you possibly think
it would end happily ever after?

I always knew
the day might come.

And I was desperately worried
about the children.

I always believed
I could survive long enough

for them to grow up,
become independent.

What changed everything...
Was falling in love.

I understand why you think
I deceived you,

but the truth is you were
the only part of my life

where there was no pretending.

Everything I said,
I meant... From the bottom of my heart.

They said I could get a flight
back to London or the states

as early as tomorrow morning
if I want.

I know you can probably never
forgive me... But I want you to know.

I love you much more now
than I ever did.

Angus was the life and soul
of every party in London

but poor old agent Virgil has
never been able to fit in here.

Angus... A.K.A. Virgil.

Cauffield.

You old bugger.

This is my wife, Sally.
Sally.

I'm afraid I haven't been
as good a friend to Leo

as he's been to me, Sally.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Angus.

I... I suspect the Kremlin will be
somewhat relieved to get rid of me.

We've had a bit of a falling out

since I got drunk at one of
their dreary cocktail parties

and urinated in a fireplace.

It was very bad behavior.

But of course it was, old love.

Angus petherbridge was an intelligent,
gifted and courageous man,

who sacrificed his life to the
cause of making a better world.

His ashes are
being buried in England.

That's what he wanted.

I miss England...
But not the English.

It's acutely painful to see
the country of one's birth

controlled by a succession
of petty administrations

all intent in destroying
what the empire ever stood for.

I suppose we all want a better
world to live in, father.

Good you left the foreign
service when you did, Leo.

Just like me.

Same age?

I couldn't go on
working for that lot.

They're all the same load
of wankers, the lot of them!

I'll try
not to let you down, father.

I didn't raise you to pen

half-baked government propaganda
with the times, Leo.

How are you feeling?

Fucking bored.

Magnificent, isn't it?

We didn't need the V.I.P.
treatment, George.

I spent my whole bloody life
fighting against the notion of privilege,

and where am I?

I tell you what.

I can live without the royal family
and the snobbery in the suburbs,

but after 12 years
I really miss English sausages.

Oxford thick-cut marmalade and
Lea and Perrin's sauce for me.

Sally? There are some
wonderful new shops in Moscow.

I'll show you around
if you like.

Maybe Sally's not as interested
in shopping as you are, Leslie.

All women are interested
in shopping, George.

Let's go one afternoon next week,
when the men are working late,

and then we could have
an early dinner together.

That would be nice.

OK.

Where are you from
in the states, Leslie?

Chicago.

I can't understand why anyone would
want to live in america these days.

Maybe that's because
you don't have a choice, George.

In a way... You have to admire
what our husbands have done, though.

They really believed in it,
the British ones.

And they never got paid a cent.

Can you imagine
an American spy ever doing that?

They follow you everywhere.

Can I ask you something, Sally?

What's Leo like in bed?

George doesn't seem interested
in anything these days.

And I just always...

Well, I just imagined that
Leo would be a terrific lover.

I'm looking for the museum
and art gallery?

The art gallery?

Why is it so difficult
to do anything here?

Well, what do you need?
I mean,

Aleksi is always available
to help you, darling.

Christ almighty, Leo,
is this what you sacrificed everything for?

How can you live like this?

People watching you
all the time.

Wondering what you can say
in your own home.

What, are you waiting
for it to be your turn

to have your ashes
sent back to England?

We don't all have
your dedication, Leo.

This is not my world.

I'm going to lose you, aren't I?

This is my favorite speech
in Shakespeare.

"Come, let's away to prison:."

"We two alone will sing
like birds in the cage."

"And when thou
dost ask me blessing,"

"I'll kneel down,
and ask of thee forgiveness:."

"So we'll live, and pray,"

"and sing, and tell old tales,"

"and laugh at
gilded butterflies."

You must feel at Liberty to say
anything, Sally, good or bad,

about what you've seen here.

The only thing
we don't want them to know

is Leo's Russian name
or where he lives.

It would put his life in danger.

Angus left me some money
in his will.

Would you... Would you
give it to the children for me?

Here.

Tell them... Tell them I love
them very much, and... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Remain in your seats.

Mrs. Cauffield,
please come with me.

I have been traveling
for 18 hours!

I've been waiting in here
for another two!

Would you mind telling me
what this is all about?

May I have your
right forefinger, please?

What?

If you're cooperative,
you'll be able to leave here a lot faster.

Mrs. Cauffield,
I've been advised by the secretary of state

to inform you that in view of
your marriage to Leo A. Cauffield

and your recent activities
in the Soviet Union

against the interests
of the U.S. government,

your passport
is being withdrawn.

My activities against
the U.S. government?

I just went to visit
my goddamn husband!

If you decide
to leave the address

you're staying at
in the U.S. for any reason,

you must let us know.
Failure to do so

may result in the issue
of a warrant for your arrest.

What?

Welcome to the U.S.A.

I don't know why they all have to
be so damn paranoid all the time.

Dad says the C.I.A.
and British Secret Service

have pretty much
had to dismantle

their entire operations
and start over 'cause of Leo.

Well, there is that.

I can't believe
I'm laughing about this.

It's not funny.

Thanks for a great birthday,
Mom.

You are so welcome, honey.

Fay!

Sally, I thought you were... listen,
honey, I'd love to talk

but we're in a terrible rush.

Mrs. Cauffield.

Art Yallop, C.I.A.

This is Ken Riedler.

Mrs. Cauffield.

I know this is
a very inappropriate time,

but I was wondering if you
could spare us a few minutes.

Well, we'd love to talk to you

about your experiences
in the Soviet Union.

Will it help me
get my passport back?

Wouldn't hurt.

Fine.

This way.

Excuse our accommodation.

We asked the agency
to put us up at the Plaza,

but they wouldn't go for it.

Smoke?

No, thanks.

I do believe your husband
will one day be regarded

as the most successful spy
of this century.

I didn't come here
to discuss that.

Would you say that
you were generally well treated

by the Russian authorities?

Yes. In fact, better than... I was
treated by the American authorities

when I got back here.

Can you tell us
where you stayed?

No.

No.

I understand.

Excuse me a moment,
Mrs. Cauffield.

Take a look at those.

Go ahead.

They're recent intelligence photographs
of locations in the Soviet Union

carrying atomic weaponry.

What's that got to do with me?

Well, it wasn't long ago that
we were the only nation on earth

that held the secret
to atomic warfare.

Now, how did the Russians
get a hold of it?

You have no right
to keep me here.

We don't need to get the truth
by voluntary means anymore.

The advances of medical science
made our job a whole lot easier.

Do you remember the rosenbergs,
Mrs. Cauffield?

It was often claimed
that Ethel Rosenberg

knew nothing of what
her husband was doing.

But we proved otherwise.

Now, just tell us
where he is in Moscow

and no harm will come
to you or your daughter.

Her name's Jen, right?

No!

All right!
All right!

All right!
That's it!

That's it!

Bitch.

Pig.

Mrs. Cauffield.

You're free to go.

Mom!

Mom!

Your passport's here!

Lucy's been very withdrawn

and Oliver got into a fight
with a boy at school

who told him his father was a
traitor and deserved to be hanged.

I think they need a parent who's around,
someone they can count on.

Oh, I'm sorry.
That was unfair of me.

No.

Believe me, I agree with you.

If I had my way,
they'd have two parents.

I know.

Sally!

Sally! I didn't realize
you were in London.

I'd heard
you'd gone back to America.

I have a propoSal.

Yes. Yes, of course,
but shall we... I wanna bring him back.

Come with me.

Where's Leo?

In the car.

He has a touch of the flu.

Tea?

I have a present for you.

Oh, splendid.

We can drink to your
most unexpected return.

Leo, what did you do?

Oh... A disagreement with a
glass door after a couple drinks.

Well, other than getting sick
and walking through glass doors,

what else have you been doing?

I have a new office
and a secretary.

And pretty soon,
they're gonna give me

something really important
to do.

I can arrange a meeting
with Andrew Darcy.

They'd get you out
and forget about everything

if you'd just
cooperate with them.

But, Sally, darling,

the risks involved would
be enormous. I don't even...

Hasn't everything
we've ever done been a risk?

God!

"We do not have to be imprisoned"

"by the choices
we've made in our past."

The kids need you, Leo.

I need you.

I need you too, Sal.

I was never happier
than when we were in Beirut.

It could be like that again.

We don't have to be separated
for the rest of our lives.

I need time to sort
some loose ends out.

How much?

A week.
Ten days.

Whatever you do,
don't say a word to Leslie.

I hadn't intended to.

By the way,
she and George have separated.

Leslie!

Sally, you don't know
how happy I am

to have someone
to go shopping with.

Leo.

And I've got tickets for
traviata at the end of June.

I hope you can both come.

Splendid.

Anyone for drinks?

I can't imagine this is how Lenin
thought communism would turn out.

I can't imagine this is how anyone
thought communism would turn out.

You know, when I was
at Cambridge in the '30s,

we had two alternatives:
Fascism and socialism.

There is a difference between
becoming a socialist or a communist,

and going to work for
the Russian secret service.

You're right.

But a lot of us, admittedly from
privileged and educated backgrounds,

were sick and tired of our generation
going on about changing the world

and doing nothing about it.

So when I was asked
to join a cell,

I thought I'd make
more of a difference than by...

I don't what, changing my accent
and marching with the trade unions

or going off to die
in the Spanish civil war.

But you must feel differently
about communism today

than you did back then.

The trouble is, the wrong people

are trying to implement
the right doctrines.

But, to me, it's always
been like a good marriage.

My commitment was never
based on romance... Passion alone.

So when the first flushes of
excitement and frenzy were over,

I still always believed in
the basic premise of marxism.

I know it hasn't turned out
the way it was supposed to,

but I still believe it can, Sal.

I really do.

After you went back to the States,
he was in terrible shape.

Worse than you can imagine.

I've never seen
loneliness like that in a man.

He was resigned
to losing you, Sally,

and he tried to blot out
the pain any way he could.

Yeah, well, I'm back now.

I thought we were
staying home today.

Something came up at work.

I was gonna make us some lunch.

No, I'll probably be back
a bit late.

Leo!

You said it would be a few days.

It's been more than a month now.

Yeah, I've still got
some unfinished business.

It's taking a longer
than I thought.

Yeah, well... have you
contacted Darcy's man yet?

I'll try today.

I'm sorry I'm late.
I was busy.

Did you contact him?

Sally... Did you contact him?

Sally, you know,
it isn't quite as easy as you think.

Oh?

This is bigger than
just you and me.

This is about my life's work!

Really?

Why don't you tell me something.

In all these years
that we've been together

which is more important to you,
me or the communist party?

No! Wait!

Get off me!

Answer me!

Oh!

I hate you!

Leo!

Leo? Leo?

Your husband
has very severe pneumonia.

We have done
everything that we can

but the next 48 hours
will be critical.

Brought you some newspapers.

I had some visitors from
the government this morning.

It appears I've been awarded
the order of the red banner.

It's the highest thing
they've got...

I mean, it's the equivalent
of a knighthood.

You know,
you've gotta give it up, Leo.

It's killing you.

You didn't choose this life,
Sal.

I realize it's not fair to you.

I completely understand if...
I don't wanna leave you, Leo.

But if you wanna be with me,
you better make up your goddamn mind!

A dacha in Karelia has been
booked in your Russian name

for a week starting on Saturday.

You will take the afternoon
train to Leningrad on Friday.

Your wife will take the flight
to London.

When you get to Leningrad,
you'll miss your connection.

In your copy of the times
tomorrow,

there will be a coded message
in the obituaries

with instructions how to
get to Vasilevsky Island

and board a fishing trawler
for Finland.

Good luck.

Help!

Hey, there.

There, there.

I'll have to attend a meeting at
the Kremlin before I go to Leningrad.

It was arranged weeks ago, Sal.

Let's meet at our favorite spot,

and if Olga's there
I'll buy you an ice cream...

...before you go to the
airport and I go to the station.

It's a beautiful morning.

I'm sorry you have to
return home so soon,

but I hope we'll see you again

and that Leo will be
completely healthy by that time.

Aleksi.

Do they know?

It doesn't matter
when they find out, Sal.

Here, Finland, London.

K.G.B. have a saying... "Any
fool can commit a murder"

"but it takes a real artist
to stage a natural death."

They've already killed you, Leo.

What kind of life
would it be, anyway?

I'd still be the pariah
who defected to Moscow

and you'd be the wife
of a Russian spy,

who changed his mind
when it suited him.

I'm getting on that flight, Leo.

And I'm not coming back
to Moscow.

We can still be together.

You know what I want, Leo,
and it's not about that anymore.

I made a decision
before I came back here

and I'm keeping
our family together.

If you ever decide that's what you
want... You know where to find us.

Sal...

Deeper... And deeper.

"Come, let's away to prison:."

"We two alone will sing
like birds I'the cage:."

"When thou dost ask me blessing."

"I'll kneel down,
and ask of thee forgiveness:."

"So we'll live, and pray,
and sing, and tell old tales,"

"and laugh
at gilded butterflies."

Gotcha!

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