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Mr. Harry Rule? It's a pleasure, Ms. DeBoer.

Thank you for coming.

Are you aware of what I need you to do?

Your secretary said you wanted to visit your birthplace,

but the Hungarian government wouldn't give you a visa.

Not even a safe conduct pass for 24 hours.

Do you know why?

I'd say because they're afraid of you.

You're a famous actress who gets a great deal of press attention

denouncing the Hungarian government eloquently and often.

Not true, Hungarians.

Apparently you're attempting to swing public opinion against them.

The government in Budapest still stands, and Hungarians are not free.

Are you political, Mr. Roo?

Let's say I keep school.

And you know my father, Janosht Arboy?

A liberal politician, a patriot.

A leader during the 1956 uprising.

As defense minister, he outfaced the Russians during our ten days of freedom.

And they sent in the tanks, and we went into exile, and have been for 16 years.

So it is for him I ask your help.

You both want to go back to Hungary?

My father must return to his country, proudly.

Where is he?

In here, Mr. Ewing.

These papers seem in order, sir.

They are.

This flight plan specifies Salzburg, Austria as the final destination. Yes.

I understood that it seems to be Hungarian.

Right. Just one moment, sir.

Our journey begins.

I phoned Budapest.

You what?

I spoke to my cousin.

Plugged straight into Hungarian security wiretap.

Ten or twelve people at my father's burial is not a crowd,

even under your conditions.

My conditions make it possible for us to cross the border,

bury your father in the private ceremony, and get back.

No publicity. No politics and no Hungarian police.

I have set aside my politics. Now, I have given you my promise.

I wanted to get... I have memorized every word you've said, Harry.

Now, why will you not believe me?

If I didn't, I'd call it off.

I don't want to spend 20 years in a Hungarian jail.

Do you think I wish to turn my father's burial into a political circus,

that I am so devious, that I am so... I think you're a great actress.

And a good person.

Everything seems to be in order, sir.

You are clear to leave for Salzburg.

Thank you.

Very striking.

As reported.

If she's all she's reported to be, I wonder if you can trust her.

I don't have to.

Zoltan!

Zoltan!

Zoltan! Harry, I want you to meet an old friend of mine from Budapest, Zoltan Kolas.

A new friend. Harry Rule.

How do you do, Mr. Kolas?

Zoltan, what are you doing?

You've been betrayed. By you? No, this so-called friend of yours, this mercenary.

Zoltan, he's helping me. I am.

What, are you keeping her for the Budapest authorities?

I'm a Hungarian patriot.

That's what I said.

You out.

Zoltan.

Out.

Out?

Out.

Out!

I'm getting, I'm getting.

Trust me, I'm your friend.

Harry, please don't call the police. I'll deal with it. I need your word, okay?

Right.

Westerners don't keep promises.

There goes my car.

Huh?

A write-off.

Hungarian Patriot.

I hope the Patriot had the decency to leave the key.

Well, hello.

I see you arrived in style.

Hello, Paul.

Hi.

We lost our car.

Yes, I know. Someone left a note about it.

With apologies.

Oh, sorry. But at last we're together, huh?

Now, Zoltan.

My humble apologies to both of you.

How can you forgive me?

I can't.

Ilona has explained what you are doing with the body of Janus Tabori.

Forgive an old revolutionary for lack of trust.

Okay.

He found out we had permission from the Austrian government to bury my father here.

I explained to him. You had to do that as a rule. I understand now.

Zoltan has succeeded my father as leader of the underground movement,

so naturally... Naturally, the deal is off.

Oh, Harry, no. Please, you don't understand.

No, you don't understand. I told you my condition is no politics.

And so it will be, I promise you.

Don't blame Ilona. The fault is mine. Mine entirely.

Harry, please.

We're so close.

My father is still not buried.

Sultan has promised he will follow your conditions. Strictly.

Harry.

Your word.

As a Hungarian patriot? Yes, gladly.

Everything you say.

Okay.

Where is my car?

I will show you.

What's up? It's Ilona Tabori, isn't it? I'm Gerald Marks, London Press. This

is a bit of luck.

I'm sorry. No, no, Mr. Tabori's on a holiday. No interviews.

What? I said no interviews, no photos, nothing. Hey, no, just a quote. Look,

I said no interviews, no photos.

I suppose you're her manager. Yeah, that's right. You got it. Take it easy, pal.

If we leave the next few minutes, we should get

to the Hungarian border by 1.30. Is Paul ready?

He's in Vienna and ready.

Cola still in Salzburg? Yes.

Well, I guess I'll see you in Hungary.

What frequency are we using? 8.64, and keep the transmission short,

otherwise you'll be talking to the bugs.

Et voila.

Oh.

Au revoir.

I never liked myself as a blonde.

Well, Harry, how do I look?

Like a blonde who doesn't like herself.

What did you wear that in? Some movie I made in Rome. I

don't think I saw that one. You're lucky.

It was supposed to be a comedy.

Like this? What else?

All right, the border is just a couple miles from here. And remember,

we're supposed to be on a happy holiday.

I never forget my lines.

Passport, bitte.

Beszélnek magyarul, valamelyik?

Why are you coming into Hungary?

Holiday.

Holiday?

I see.

Passport's good.

I hope you enjoy your stay in Hungary, Mr. Ruth.

Kérem a kulcsot.

Keith?

Keith.

In your pocketbook.

No, they're not here. You lose them?

Well, maybe you lost them. No, I didn't lose them.

Oh, come on, Harry, what are we going to do? Tell them that we lost them.

Hard for the day.

Good for us, little shark.

Thank you.

Thank you for the key.

Very good, very good.

Go.

Caroline?

Loud and clear, Harry.

Did you fix the contacts?

All taken care of.

Good. Anything else?

I tailed Zoltan across the border.

Uh-huh.

All right, Harry, shall we reverse?

Not yet, out.

Amen.

Want a story, Marks? I'll tell you what you do.

You drive your car back across the border as though

your life depends on it, because it might.

Then tomorrow morning, if you're a good boy,

you might get an exclusive interview with Ilona Tabori.

Look, I need pictures. Ilona Tabori defies authority.

No pictures. If you don't leave right now, you might not get a story either.

You promise the exclusive?

Translate.

Sultan says I must speak at my father's burial service.

And so do I. I told you no speeches.

Oh, Harry, don't you see the world must know I stood

at my father's grave and defied the authorities.

You can tell the reporters anything you want tomorrow in Austria.

Until then, you dummy up.

Harry, I must tell the truth.

You know, and today you bite your tongue.

Harry?

Yeah?

Could we really be arrested?

Sent to prison?

What do you think?

I think I haven't the spirit of a martyr.

It's almost dawn.

You know, me and my father, me and myself.

Sanctificet tu et sutu fulcrum in nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

Sum et terra quotum est sum et Deus quotum est corpus et terra.

Formatum et Spiritus et Sorsum inspiratus est.

Amen.

Amen.

Dear friends and comrades, we all knew and loved our comrade Janus.

Now I'll ask his daughter to address you.

Don't do it.

Thank you for everything you've done for us, Harry.

Don't speak.

I must.

My father's last wish.

He was to be buried in the soil of his beloved country,

in the village of his birth, his heritage.

It is my duty to fulfill this wish.

Activate reverse.

Right.

To talk to you on his behalf.

Therefore, I ask you to remember.

Remember who my father was and what he stood for.

And to remember how we stood.

And to implore you not to allow the flame that burns

so brightly for those few fateful days to die.

The patriotic flame that burned in my father's heart lives on in us.

They tell me I have a choice, and you arranged everything.

I was asked to help bury your father in his native soil.

You knew the conditions.

I'm afraid it wasn't as simple as that.

I know.

And now?

What's my choice?

Another condition.

They want you to sign a press release thanking the Hungarian

government for their help and understanding.

Give tyranny a little heart.

What do I do, Harry?

Your country.

Your choice.

There is no choice.

In the avenues of Dollywood

Well, the soul of a man is easy to buy. Everybody's wheeling, everybody's stealing.