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You're making a big mistake!

This is Ike Pappas, speaking from the Schloss Treptow

in the American zone of the still-divided West Berlin.

Scene of what will surely be one of the monumental moments

in the history of mankind.

American and Soviet negotiators are said to be quite close now

to an agreement, pulling the world back from the brink of nuclear annihilation

and ending the long Cold War.

But a major problem remains.

Several top Soviet and US military leaders refuse to end

their opposition to the treaty,

warning it would mean the removal of the nuclear shield,

leaving both sides vulnerable to attack.

Nevertheless, the treaty Is expected to be finalized today.

What is this? A Zil? A Zil?

This is a Z...

Keepin' warm, Johnny?

- Sergeant. Whaddaya know? - They're talking.

- Hi, top. - How are you doing?

Troops, troops, troops!

- Are we gonna knock off? - What the fuck is that, Michael?

It's a candy bar, top.

If you get hungry, you eat some weeds, some tree bark!

Some deer shit!

Knock it off!

What the fuck kind of outfit d'you think this is?

- That's a good one, top. - We're supposed to be tough guys.

- What kind of bar is that? A Baby Ruth? - Ah, knock it off!

- Get rid of that shit, will you? - All right, sir.

What have you got in your pocket?! I know!

Sergeant!

- How are you doing, Gallagher? - Good, sir.

You go half a klick from the chateau to the hill.

Down to the road. Then you double back.

- Who's on the other side of the lake? - Red team. Remember, we're watchdogs.

This is the Berlin police's ball game.

Anything goes down, you secure and hold for them.

Morning, sir!

- Look, do you realise... - Did you give me

an affirmative answer? Goddammit, Bob! We've exhausted the option.

- Tom, this is insane! - Listen, we have total support...

- I'm out of it, Tom. - Talk to me, Bob.

It's OK.

Let's move out!

- Are you gonna move, Michaels?! - I'm cleaning up your shit!

Jesus! Look at him! Walking around in the cold,

- when he could be inside with a coffee! - He looks pissed off!

It's probably cos he's freezing his cojones off!

That's a general, guys. Generals do a lot of thinking.

That's why every time I'm asked to be one, I always say no!

Hello, Mr Secretary.

How are you, Tavi?

Lieutenant?

- Bob? - I will not sanction this!

You don't have to do anything.

In fact, I want your word on that. I want your word that you won't do anything.

Senator, am I right to believe we can get immediate Senate approval?

- I hope so! - We have the votes.

We'll coordinate with the networks.

- No need. - Hello, general.

We have our own relationship with the networks.

Yuri, the key word is doveriye.

Trust.

I seen me a black German girl yesterday.

- A what? - A black German girl.

- Yeah, right(!) - I did, man!

She offered to buy Kitner a drink.

- She called me a Schwarzer, man. - Hold it down!

Captain! Moving through the woods.

- How many? - Two.

- Who's the closest? - Tiger Papa, sir.

- Get 'em. And give me the chateau. - Sir.

What better way to conclude in this holiday season, the season of peace,

than to wish you merry druzhba?

Merry druzhba! Friendship and peace.

Thank you.

- Tiger Papa Three, sir. - Got it.

Papa One, we got unauthorized people about 60 yards from you.

- Chateau reports the meeting's over, sir. - Jesus Christ!

Button 'em up. Keep those people inside

till we find out what the heck we got goin' here!

Top, OP wants to know what we got here.

- You're holding everything up. - All right! Tiger Papa here.

What the hell's going on?! I got both negotiating teams waiting on you.

We got a situation here.

The Berlin police are there. Hand it over.

We have no jurisdiction over them.

Yes, sir.

Look in their rucksacks, will you?!

Papa One, are we secure?

We're secure here, sir.

All right, let's go.

- Please, sir, look this way. - When will it be announced?

I am pleased to announce... we have reached an agreement.

Mr Foreign Minister.

From all indications, we have an agreement.

And if we stay on track,

it can be signed at the United Nations in ten days.

What was the compromise on verification?

Ladies and gentlemen, there'll be a formal briefing tomorrow. Thank you very much!

So, we have a treaty. And as we heard, it will be signed

by the general secretary and the president at the UN ten days from now.

But first, the two leaders will take what amounts to a symbolic journey

to herald the end of the era of the nuclear threat.

Although the itinerary has not been released, sources tell us

that the general secretary will first fly to Washington to meet the president.

From there, they will go to the University of Chicago, where the atom was cracked.

And fittingly, just before Christmas, the season of peace,

they will go to the United Nations for this historic signing.

This is Ike Pappas, reporting from West Berlin.

Well, Yuri?

Sergeant!

Don't rub your eyes!

Michaels! Get down!

Michaels!

Here! Kitner!

Yeah, top?

Call a medic!

This is Tiger Three. We need a medic!

We're two klicks from the chateau on the main access road.

We need a medic! Now!

Oh, fuck!

Oh, shit!

Goddammit!

Headquarters.

We're not releasing any information.

Direct me to the commandant, please.

The backpackers are not here, sir.

Who are they?

Members of a terrorist group who've claimed responsibility for the attack.

Terrorists, sir? They were pretty well organized. It was like a military operation.

- All right, sergeant, you can go. - Thank you.

I don't need to remind you that anything about this incident is classified.

- Yes, sir. - I'm curious, sergeant,

why you didn't search their backpacks.

Oh, we tried to, sir. The Berlin police took over.

My standing orders were to hand over command to them in their territory.

So these terrorists dressed as Berlin police convinced you?

They were real cops.

The Berlin police has no record of a detachment in that area at the time.

If they weren't cops, they sure had a lot of help. They had the uniforms...

You're expert on Berlin police?

- Is that all, sir? - For now, yes. Thank you, sergeant.

You were with the Iran Delta operation, correct?

The abortive rescue attempt?

Yes, sir.

I find it interesting that you are twice now involved in a situation

where a degree of negligence has...

I didn't see you in that Iranian desert, colonel!

Well, we were there, sergeant.

We were in the city.

We were waiting.

Tehran.

Sundown Unit.

What's funny, sergeant?

I've been doing this for about 25 years.

Every time I meet one of you people - covert ops, infiltrators -

I get this real bad feeling in my guts.

I guess that's what you bring to the party, sir.

What I bring to the party, sergeant,

is competence.

There was no negligence in those woods today, sir.

If you'd like to press charges against me, I'd be glad to defend myself.

That won't be necessary.

That'll be all.

Yes, sir.

He's a good soldier, colonel. And we lost a fine boy up on that road today.

I don't quite understand your attitude on this!

I think he fucked up, colonel. I think he fucked up.

That's my attitude.

On your feet!

Sorry to have to reach out for you like that, sergeant.

You're gonna be a hero in your home town. You're going to Chicago.

I am, sir? Doing what?

We believe Soviet intelligence is operating within a neo-Nazi group there.

We want you in that group to find out what the Soviets are up to.

Yes, sir.

We believe they plan to assassinate the president of the US.

Jesus!

I can handle it, sir.

We know you can, sergeant.

We know you can.

Attention!

- Hey, Gallagher! - What do you want?

I've been looking all over for you. You got orders sending you stateside.

- What are you talking about? - You're taking back a package.

Some sergeant keeps slugging officers. They want him tomorrow.

Hey, what the hell's going on?!

Somebody's yanking your chain, top!

I've had enough of you.

You're doing good, though. You're tough.

- How tough? - Cold, ugly, tough.

You're pushing it.

Button it up, asshole!

- What did you do, hit an officer? - Fly-boy major in a bar!

- Over a woman? - No, he kept busting off

about our advisor policy in Central America.

I didn't wanna hear any more and I dropped him!

- Why didn't you just walk away? - You didn't get the stripes from walking.

- His name is Henke. - Get over there!

Here's his papers. You got orders, per diem and tickets.

You got a MAC flight out of here, commercial out of Frankfurt.

Turn him over to the provost marshal at Belvoir. He is all yours!

Hey! Gimme the keys.

If I were you, I'd keep the cuffs on that prick.

- You ain't him, shithead! - Hey, leave it alone.

Any time, Henke!

- Hold it! - Damn!

Get the fuck outta here! Go on!

- Yeah! Your mother's calling you! - Son of a bitch!

Asshole!

Damn!

You're quick, top!

Well, enough.

Is this your wallet?

Gimme that!

Get in there! Jesus!

- Got your hands full, huh, sarge? - Man, you're something else!

You oughta be a master sergeant by now.

How many times you been busted?

I don't know.

"L don't know." Shit!

Shit!

Oh, man!

How long before you're back in the shit someplace?

Iran, maybe. Libya. Nicaragua.

Philippines. Mexico, maybe.

Hey!

- That's what I signed up to do. - You're a patriotic individual, John!

- I don't have a problem with that. - No?!

You're a mercenary, John.

You're a merc for the country you were born in. You know it.

You remind me of my dad.

He had this little

body and fender business he ran out of a shack.

He had this little American flag on a pole, sticking up out of that shack.

Every day of his life, he runs up the flag. When he died,

we had to borrow the money to bury him.

- What's the point? - The point, John,

is that the Soviet and American military-industrial complex

has the flag-waving, patriotic world right by the balls! You know that!

What did you do, read a book, Walter?

Did I read a book?!

You think I'm full of shit, don't you?

- I think you're going to prison. - You don't know where I'm going.

- What's that supposed to mean? - It was a joke, sarge. Just a joke.

I'll tell you what's not a joke.

At that court martial, you'd better get those ribbons on your chest,

- shape up... - Be somebody.

- That's right. - "Be all you can be."

oh, jeez!

American Airlines flight 220 from Washington...

Would it be OK with you if I call my wife? She lives in Arlington.

Does she know you're coming home a prisoner?

Ha! Wouldn't surprise her any!

Yeah, it's OK.

- You got a quarter? - Oh, Jesus!

Yeah.

Shit!

Bitch!

Says she thought I was dead, prefers to keep thinking I'm dead!

Sorry.

We got time to go by the latrine?

Yeah.

On guard duty, sarge? Or just looking for a new roommate?

Step away from that mirror, buttface. You'll scare yourself to death!

- Hey, go fuck yourself! - Let's go, Henke.

- Piece of squid shit! - Let's go.

What's going on?!

You OK?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm OK.

- You sure? - Where is he?

- Where's his papers? - His what?

- It's a big envelope. - What's he talking about?

You mean this?

- Yeah. Give me a hand, will you? - Sure.

Oh... Damn!

- Are you sure you're OK? - Yeah, I'm OK.

- How far's Arlington? - About a 40-minute cab ride from here.

- Thanks a lot. - Your envelope.

- Thanks a lot. - You ought to get that head looked after!

Be right back.

Hi. Are you Mrs Walter Henke?

Yes.

My name is Gallagher. I was with your husband when he called you.

- Walter?! - Yes.

Walter's in Germany.

Could I come in for a moment, please? It's rather important.

Sure.

I have to apologise for the house.

See, I just began working nights this month,

and somehow I don't find the time to straighten up.

What about Walter?

He was my prisoner.

And he escaped.

I'd like to get hold of him before he makes it even worse.

Walter a prisoner?! Look.

Walter and I haven't had a helluva lot to say to each other in quite some time.

We might as well be divorced,

but he's in Germany and we just haven't got around to it!

You know how that is.

- Who is that, please? - That's Walter.

- Colonel Gallagher? - Yes, Nancy?

There is a Sergeant Gallagher requesting permission to see you.

He said something about... being your ex-husband.

Ma. an]?

Send him in!

- Hi, there! - Come in.

Well, I'll be damned!

Huh! I thought you were in Germany.

- Good to see you! - Good to see you!

- You lost some weight! - Thank you.

Sit down.

Notice anything different?

You dyed your hair.

You made light colonel. Congratulations.

- How do you like this room? - Great, yeah.

I need your help. I want you to pull this guy's service record for me.

You want me to pull a record?

Well, I... I need your help, Eileen.

What did you do this time? Punch out a cop? Tell a general to fuck off?

No!

Get caught climbing out the window of a lady's boudoir?

No, I... lost my package. A prisoner I was bringing back from Germany.

I need your help, Eileen.

Welcome to Chicago.

A shuttle bus service is available at the Illinois Street exit,

on the south side of the station.

I'd like you to meet Lieutenant Ruth Butler.

- How do you do, ma'am? - How do you do? Heard a lot about you.

Fort Dix, basic. Jump school. Currently 82nd Airborne.

Temporarily attached Berlin Brigade.

- You didn't know him there? - No.

That your prisoner?

No, this is the guy the nurse says is her husband. Picture on the wall.

Court martial. Escaped. Arrested East Berlin. In transit as of yesterday.

- Yeah. Anything about Vietnam? - This man was not in Vietnam.

My package was in 'Nam. I'm sure of that.

Let me call the wife and see if I can shake her story.

Do you want to use this phone? I gotta go.

- Sergeant, good luck. - Thank you very much.

Eileen,

what the hell is going on here?

Let the provost marshal figure it out.

She's not home. You gotta report in, Johnny.

Look, I'm off. I'll give you a ride.

You got the number of his cab?

- I got it. - Are we clean here?

We're clean. Make the call.

Where's your next assignment? Bragg?

Yep.

You still living with that swab jockey?

- Swab jockey?! - Yeah, the sailor.

I know what swab jockey means.

And no, I'm no longer living with Lieutenant Commander Wycross.

That's good, because he was a real jerk.

- So you're living alone, huh? - Yeah, sometimes.

What does that mean?

It means that sometimes I live alone and sometimes I don't live alone.

- For how long? - A while.

- Well, what's a while? - A big mammal that swims in the ocean!

- Aw, come on! So you're alone, right? - I said so!

No, you didn't! You said sometimes you live alone, sometimes you don't!

It's like you're jumping in and out of a bed.

I don't want to talk about my personal life, OK?!

- I was just being friendly, for Chrissake! - No, you weren't!

Do me a favour and keep your nose outta my Ps and Qs!

- That's funny! - And some kind of friend you are!

You don't even ask me about my health or my career.

- How's your health? - All you wanna talk about is my sex life.

How's your career?

Madlison/Wabash. Transfer to Ravenswood.

Please keep away from the edge of the platform.

I'll... I'll call you, OK?

- You're still a pain in the ass, Johnny! - Really?

Sergeant.

Oh, for Chrissakes! Johnny!

- Tom Marth! How are you? - Good to see you!

- What are you doing here?! - I'm stationed at Headquarters Company.

- I'm in transit. - I'll be a son of a gun!

I still owe you for saving my ass in Fort Dix.

- You can buy. - I'm gonna buy you a gallon!

- Gallagher to see the provost marshal. - Good to see you!

- Sergeant Gallagher. - Sir?

You're under house arrest.

We have an apprehension order on you.

For questioning regarding the murder of a woman this morning in Arlington.

OK, Ruth. I owe you one for this. Be with you shortly.

Why would someone wanna take the place of a guy going to prison?

He gets in the country without a passport. He's here and no one knows he's here.

You know, that explains the fight at the airport.

It was like a setup - to spring him.

He must be a very important guy.

What did he talk about? There must have been something about him that rang true.

I don't know. You know...

Who the hell knows what's the truth and what's a lie?

Why's he wanna smuggle himself in?

If he isn't Walter Henke,

where's the real Henke?

It's about time you guys got here.

- Walter! - Karl?

- Karl! Richards. How are you? - Let's do it.

Yeah, well, it ain't gonna happen here in Chicago!

If you think they're not gonna hold out

a coupla hundred ICBMs somewhere up in Siberia

when we dismantle our entire defense system...

Martin, meet Walter Henke. He wants to be part of our effort.

Nice to meet you. Have a seat.

Proud to be here.

And if you don't,

we got a whole lotta nuclear hell we're gonna bring down and rain on you!

And what do you think this governors' conference is about, huh?

I think it's about jumping on the peace wagon,

which is the same wagon that my daddy used to haul fertilizer in,

and it's got the same ingredients in it!

We show only one court martial

on a Special Forces advisor who served in Salvador.

Let's go in here.

Thomas Boyette.

Assault. AWOL. He got a dishonorable ten years ago.

Look at this! Vietnam, Guatemala,

Thailand, Philippines, Salvador.

Silver Star. Bronze Star. Who is this guy, Sergeant Rock?!

- Operation Sundown. What was that? - I don't know. It's too secret for our file.

What are these reference numbers down the bottom?

It means "Further information, higher clearance."

- Oh, dammit! - Wait. Wait.

Let me call in some markers at the Pentagon, OK?

- And run this stuff through. - I don't know. Are you sure?

You stuck your neck out so far on this already.

- If you get into need-to-know areas... - Don't worry about it.

Once I get something, I'll call you. Now get outta here.

Thanks, Ruth.

So, did you sit on Santa's lap?

Well, did you tell him I was a good boy?

I gotta go. I'll call you back.

Garrett here.

We got something you ought to know about.

Yes, sir. I understand, sir. But it's unauthorized.

Someone's accessing a Thomas Boyette.

- Lieutenant Colonel Gallagher. - Something weird's come up on Boyette.

- We could be in over our heads on this. - What's going on'?!

Is your car in front? I'll meet you there. Don't speak to cops,

MPs, anybody. You got that? Bye.

Sure, she stuck out! She was a stunning black military officer.

And then she crossed the street and they made this big U-turn and just

- ploughed into her! - Did you get a look at the men?

Gallagher?

Get up, sergeant. You got a phone call.

Yeah?

Johnny,

Ruth's dead.

What?!

She found something. She was really scared. She said to meet her by my car.

When 7 got there, she was /ying in the street.

They're calling it a hit-and-run.

- Where are you now? - I'm at a phone booth.

You go home. I'll meet you there.

- Yeah, but you're restricted to the base. - Just go home!

OK.

Marth, it's John. I got a problem. I gotta get outta here. Listen...

No, listen to me!

Get some wheels. Meet me on the road by the gate.

Five minutes.

Hey, top!

We got a release and transfer for a man restricted here - Sergeant John Gallagher.

- Marth, I'm getting outta here. - You're restricted!

- Eileen is in trouble. - And you're not(?)

- I need to use your car. - It ain't a car. It's a truck.

All right, it's a truck! What d'you say?

In the back, under that tarp!

Colonel Gallagher?

Yes?

Ralph Burns, Arlington police.

My partner, Tom Garcia.

- What's this all about? - Sergeant John Gallagher, ma'am.

He says he was with you for a period of time this afternoon.

- Yeah... - We'd like you to accompany us

back to the station to sign a statement.

- He needs all the help he can get. - OK, sure.

Help!

Help!

Fuck!

Help!

Help!

Johnny!

Get in there! Come on!

Get down!

Stay down!

Terez!

Shit!

What in the hell was that all about?!

It's one of the clowns from the airport.

- He's dead. - Johnny, I'm parked over here.

OK.

- Get outta here, Marth. - I'm not leaving now!

- We're OK. - What do you mean, you're OK?!

There's a dead body here! Hey!

Look at this. Arlington, Virginia Police Department ID.

Illinois driver's license under the name Ralph Terez.

And a return ticket to Chicago under the same name.

- That boy Ralphie gets around! - Sure does.

Business card. Real estate broker.

- Chicago. - Henke was from Chicago!

That's where we're gonna go.

- Johnny, we have to get some help. - Like who?

I don't know. Let's talk to some real cops this time.

Yeah... I know a guy in Chicago I can trust.

Oh, great! Chicago!

There's a rental car there. I'll get those license plates.

How can I leave Washington? What about Ruth?

- You won't do any good here. - Well, how do we know...

Goddammit, I don't know!

I don't know anything.

Except if we're gonna get out of this alive, we'll have to do it on our own.

These people can be anybody they wanna be!

It scares the piss outta me!

All right, I'll drive. I know the way to the interstate.

- I've got something for you. - What's this?

Records. The reason I'm in this mess, remember?

Now, you know Henke. The other's a guy named Boyette.

I don't know, it could be your package.

Thomas Boyette. Vietnam. Salvador...

Look at this.

A court martial for striking an officer.

That was ten years ago.

Jesus Christ! Operation Sundown.

I just had a run-in with a colonel from Operation Sundown.

Yeah? so?

Mean anything?

I don't know.

The final itinerary has been approved by the staffs of both leaders.

Which puts the arrival of the president and the general secretary at 09.15 hours.

Who will get out of the car first?

Protocol has the president getting out first.

Fine.

The general secretary will take the arm of the president and go to the wreath site.

We want the press and the cameras to have as much access as possible,

- so we're asking for 60-foot throws. - Come on, Bob!

Billions will watch the two peacemakers

- present this gift to the world. - We can't have 'em so close.

I know you're trying to get your man re-elected, but we can wait four years.

We know there are gonna be demonstrations at the Hilton.

So we'll keep tight control on the security perimeters surrounding press areas.

You're not such a bad guy. I think I kinda like you.

- You're patronizing me again, Rogers. - Come on, Jack! Come on!

- General Hopkins. - Gentlemen!

How are you?

Do we stand down?

Negative, sir.

Gallagher and the woman?

They're on the police network. When they pick them up, we'll take care of them.

Go to Chicago.

I assume we are entering the third quarter.

As we speak.

You're gonna love this.

Karl, you're right. I love it.

It's mel

This way.

- Hi. - Hi.

This is Laurie. She'll help you get set up here. She'll get you anything you need.

My own secretary!

It's a great cover, a travel agency. People coming in and out all the time.

All your contact will be through here.

Anything to report about our friends down at the bingo hall, that's a secure phone.

OK.

Coffee!

Hey, colonel, maybe I can get one of those name plaques?

Yeah, sure. We'll get you one.

This setup is perfect.

Really.

Yeah, it is.

- Hi. - Hi. Is this the Henke residence?

- Yeah. - Is Walter at home?

He's dead!

Yeah, he's been dead for some 12 years now.

Do you have a son named Walter?

You mean Sonny?

- Yes, ma'am. - Is Sonny home?

- You a friend of Sonny's, are you? - We keep missing each other, yeah.

Oh, well, the leaflets are right inside here.

They are? Leaflets! That's wonderful! Thank you.

And do you know where we can find Sonny?

Huh! I don't even know where he sleeps at night.

I don't understand this new job he's got.

Uh, do you know where he is right now?

Probably at the same place you're taking those.

- Oh, yeah! Over at the... - The hall.

- Yeah. The hall. Mm-hm. - The one on...

- Noble. - ..on Noble Street.

Avenue.

Noble Avenue. Where Noble Avenue crosses...

- Milwaukee! - Milwaukee.

St Stefanski's bingo hall at Milwaukee.

Hi.

I'm trying to locate a Detective Milan Delich.

How are you doin', fella?

Great day to be an American, isn't it?

- Sonny around? - Sonny who?

- Walter. Henke. - What, are you a friend of his?

Why d'you think I'm carrying these fucking things around?!

You tell me.

- Where is old Walter? - You're his friend.

- His mother asked me to drop these off. - So drop 'em.

Auf Wiedersehen.

Yes. Mm-hm.

Yeah. I'll send someone down to talk to you.

Bye-bye. Thanks.

So, talk to me. What happened up there?

Well, they're just a bunch of Nazi goons.

What's going on with Milan?

Your buddy's a lieutenant in Vice. He gets off at seven.

And that other number?

Real estate broker. Handles a string of office buildings downtown.

There you go, sir. Big rally to stop the Communists.

They're living in our neighbourhood. Are you aware of that?

Join us. You look like a good American.

There you go, guys.

There's a big rally downtown to stop the Communists. They're all over - TV...

Hey, you dropped it! What, are you a Communist, pal?!

Oh, yeah! Fuckin' nice weather, huh? It can go right in the toilet!

- See you on Saturday. - Yeah. Take it easy.

Hey, Joe.

- Milan? - Yeah.

Johnny Gallagher. Follow me.

One more time, Eddie.

Yes.

Uh-huh? Good.

Yeah. All right, thanks. You get anything else, give me a call at the house.

All right, thanks. Bye.

- Good to see ya. - How are ya doin"?

Hey!

Give this guy a glass of milk from me!

What a joker!

You're wanted for questioning about a killing in Arlington.

There's a national security tag on you.

Somebody wants you real bad, Johnny.

Nothing about a Lieutenant Ruth Butler?

Not yet. But I got somebody checking on that.

And there was nothing about the shoot-out in the garage last night.

That's going down as between drug gangs.

I don't know what you got yourself into, pal,

but their team's playing with bigger hitters.

- I know it's asking a helluva lot... - It sure is.

I'd understand if you don't want to help.

Hey. I di... I didn't say I don't.

I'm just thinking, this...

I got 18 years invested here.

And you come walking up out of my past,

like saying the one year we spent in-country is all that counts.

And I agree with ya.

And that's, like, some kind of weird shit!

Thanks.

Come on. Let's find you a place to sleep.

It'd look good with this sweater, too.

Just put it on the couch, honey.

- I can sleep anywhere, Milan. Really. - Yeah, you probably could.

In fact, you both look like you could fall asleep standing up!

Don't worry, he's used to it. There we go.

Phew! We gotta stop feeding that kid!

How do you like this?

- You want a beer, Johnny? - Yeah.

Move back! Move back!

The Russians are doing a transponder check in about 20 minutes. Let's go!

I want this quarter emptied, sealed and posted

one hour before TSD arrives with the dogs.

Keep the kitchen staff to a minimum. Has everyone been cleared by us?

- Yes, sir. - Rogers is gonna want to take pictures.

- Keep the happy ones up front. - Yes, sir.

Gallagher knows too much already. He has to be eliminated.

How much can he know? His pal Lieutenant Delich would be humming.

Maybe you ought to scrap it.

Maybe we ought to scrap the whole goddamn country, Boyette. That suit you?

Suit yourself! I do.

You have thus far. Otherwise, this wouldn't be necessary.

- We'll follow them. - No.

No, you want somebody, you wait until they come to you.

This detective friend of Gallagher's has been looking for information on Terez?

Yeah...

So give him some. Set something up.

And when they reach for it, kill 'em both.

- Where are you going? - I'm going to the opera.

The season's over. Where are you going?

You want Gallagher killed, kill him.

You don't need me, sir. You're a professional.

There's no criminal activity going on here, is there, officer?

I don't know.

Mr Henke's application seems to have indicated he was a... solid citizen.

Yeah? Listen, did he look like this?

I wouldn't know. I never met him. His secretary rented the suite.

Well, that makes sense.

- Look at these. - Yeah.

- There's a connection here. - Commies go home!

Commies go home! Commies go home!

Commies go home!

Commies go home!

Commies go home! Commies go home!

Commies go home!

Stop the war machine! Peace is patriotic!

Stop the war machine! Peace is patriotic!

Stop the war machine! Peace is patriotic!

El pueblo unido jamds serd vencido!

- Excuse me, Governor Thompson... - Governor Thompson...!

Eileen!

The guy in the black jacket there.

In the stocking cap? Right there.

I think that's Walter Henke.

All right, look. If we get separated, meet at my house.

Lieutenant Delich. Area Four. Vice.

I'll crack your heads, you motherfuckers!

Commies go home!

Hey, Sonny!

Hey, Walter!

Hey, Henke, we're outta here!

Hey!

- Let's go! Come on, let's go! - Johnny!

Hey!

Johnny!

Walter!

Come on, get back! Come on, people! Stay back!

Johnny!

It looks all clear down here.

Right over here, sir. It's over here at the door.

I'll take that here, sir.

Pardon, miss. Press credentials only.

But my husband's waiting inside for me.

I'm sorry, miss. I'm just doing my job. I'm sorry.

They put Henke in the squad car.

They probably took him to 11th Street. Let's go.

- Where's Eileen? - She went into the hotel.

You wanna get this guy Henke alone, I gotta pull him quick.

Eileen can take care of herself. She'll get in touch through Betty.

It's good to see you, lieutenant. You don't need a partner?

You're lucky to be in here. There's a bunch of fucking whackos out there!

Albert! Come on, man! Abre la puerta, cofio.

I haven't got all day.

C'mon, Albert!

Everybody up! I need to see everybody's faces.

- Is this everybody you brought in? - They were all brought here.

The guy you're after must have got away.

Shit!

He should've been here. Maybe they took him somewhere else.

- You'll get him, lieutenant. - Listen, thanks.

No problem. Adios.

- Lieutenant Delich? - Yeah.

Richards from Intelligence.

One of our undercover guys, Maruss - you know him?

- Yeah. - He's got something for you

on some guy named Terez.

He wants to meet you tonight at 11.00

at the New Yankee Grill over on Wilson Avenue. Know where it's at?

No, but I'll find it.

Thanks.

Roast beef and potatoes. Pica! Come on!

OK.

Tony.

Who's this?

He's with the State's Attorney. Let's get a booth.

Hey, I don't know the man.

You know me, don't ya? For Chrissakes, the fuckin' guy's with me.

Come on, let's go. Let's go!

Jesus Christ! What do you think, I got fuckin' Al Capone here?

You know every guy out here?!

I wanna see some ID.

Coffee, gentlemen?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

He's undercover. He's not carrying ID, all right?

- Drugs? - Rackets.

Hey, don't he talk?

OK. Whaddaya got for me?

You were told I got something for you?

Yeah!

- We've been set up. - Let's get outta here.

- How many were there? - I counted three, I think. What d'you say?

Yeah.

Police! It's all over with.

- Is he dead? - Yeah.

- You all right? - Yeah. Get 'em, Johnny!

- Back! Back! - Yeah, anything you want, buddy.

- Call an ambulance! Now! - Ambulance...

Go on!

You OK, pal?

Johnny...

- Walk away, man. - I can't do that.

- Go on, get outta here. - Nah, nah.

Just hold on.

Hold on.

- OK? - Yeah.

- I'll come and see ya. - Be careful.

All right, T Will.

That's him.

I'll see you at the hospital, man.

- Shaw's over. - OK, let's go!

Don't move,

you son of a bitch!

Wait a minute!

- I wanna talk to you. - Sure. You can talk to everybody!

- Come on! - The army wants to talk to you.

Arlington, Virginia police want to talk to you.

A lotta people are looking for you!

Sergeant Gallagher, you're coming with us.

You're coming with us!

- Who the hell are these guys? - Let's go!

- Get in the car. - I wanna talk to you...

- In the car! - Get in the car!

We're gonna have two cars on Michigan and Balbo,

two on Eighth and Michigan, and five outside the arrival hall.

The Secret Service is gonna have sharpshooters on the roof.

All days off are canceled and no time due.

Tell Crededio to get healthy.

Merriweather, take 'em around the corner and show 'em the side.

Hey, Chicago, are you ready for treaty-lock?

If you're traveling in the downtown area tomorrow, the traffic is gonna be murder.

The president and the Soviet premier will make Christmas shopping hard!

- The president. - Blind him!

So what do you think of the treaty? All lines are open.

Let's hear whether you're for or against the treaty.

- I've got a caller on line one. - Hello, Ira!

This is Nick from Cicero...

- Did he talk to you? - No! They've got him sedated.

- But he's OK? - So they say.

- Well, do they know anything? - Nobody knows anything.

Milan was in a gunfight- some narcotic thing.

A lotta men were hurt. Detectives are waiting to talk to Milan.

- But Johnny? - I don't know, Eileen.

He'll call you here, won't he?

The only question remaining now is what gamble he has made here...

Hold it right there.

"The strongest force in the Soviet Union after the Communist Party.

Ooh, shit!

First-class accommodation, sarge!

Hug the post.

Now, hands around.

Right hand.

Nothing but the best for you, sarge!

Have a good night.

- Hey, Boyette. What you got to eat? - Why'd you bring him here?

- Where the fuck else could we take him? - We keep him here

- until they tell us what they want done. - Brilliant(!)

Clear.

Is the plating behind the podium?

Yes, sir. It came in last night.

Put a man in the booth behind that follow spot.

The field office will provide another agent.

They're airborne.

Better get to O'Hare.

Target acquisitions photos.

Right, Tom?

Who are you working for?

Johnny, that information is privileged and confidential.

I can tell you it pays very well.

Who? Who pays you?

Everybody pays me.

I'm a public servant.

You're a walking zero, Tom!

You're a walking fuckin' zero, Tom!

The president and the general secretary

have arrived at the University of Chicago

on the second leg of their journey meant to signal the end of the nuclear threat.

The two leaders are placing a wreath at the memorial here on the campus

near to where Enrico Fermi and a team of scientists first cracked the atom,

opening the way not only for the use of energy for peaceful purposes

but for the creation of the horrible weapons of mass destruction

that the Soviet and American treaty now aims to eliminate.

Accompanying the president and his Soviet counterpart

Is the secretary of state and members of the Soviet and US negotiating teams.

From here

the leaders will ride together to the Hilton Hotel,

to tell a meeting of the National Governors' Conference that the treaty

will launch a new era of political, economic and cultural cooperation

between the superpowers, and a new era of peace for the world.

Where the fuck are you going?!

His girlfriend. Think you can handle old sarge?

No problem.

You see what this is gonna look like, sarge.

That you was one of the so-called conspirators.

And you tried to destroy evidence

and messed up.

Blew yourself up with it.

Enjoy your milk and cookies, sarge?

Personally, I think I should blow the fucking brains out the back of your head!

What do you think?

Fucking son of a bitch!

Hope you guys like your eggs scrambled! It's all I know how to do.

Mom said you loved 'em. I did the best I can, but I can't cook like her.

Hello.

Eileen, it's Johnny. You're in danger. Get outta the house.

Where are you?

You get to Milan. I'm going to the travel agency.

Come on, guys. Get your coats on. Hurry up.

- Come on, Philip. - I'll take you over to the neighbours.

Don't worry. I feel fine.

- I feel fine! - Sir, you're in no condition to leave!

Steve, have you got my stuff?

I want you to take Scotti to my next-door neighbour and stay with him.

- His mother will meet him there. - What's going on?

Gimme the car keys, Scotti. And listen to me. Don't go into the house.

I'll meet you there later.

Come on, Eileen. Let's go.

Karl!

Thanks.

- What's this? - Open it.

Well, it's not my birthday.

What did you do, Karl? Get me a Christmas present?

Oh, my!

This is Austrian, right?

Hey, Karl, what's this...?

Who are you?

Walter Henke.

Ladies and gentlemen, the president of the United States

and the general secretary of the Soviet Union.

Today we stand on the verge of history.

Our bleak and desperate past

is behind us.

What greater gift can we give to the children of the world?

They will no longer have to live with the terrors of nuclear holocaust.

Milan! Milan!

They got a sniper up there.

They're trying to get the president. Get to the hotel. Get the Secret Service.

What the hell are you doing, man?! Your heart!

Stay outta this!

Wait till I drop before you send me flowers, OK?

So we'll have a great time in the Big Apple.

Good work!

Oh, shit!

This is a setup. They never intended to shoot the president from here.

So who's he?

That's the real Walter Henke.

He's the patsy.

- It's meant to look like he got shot after. - Yeah.

There's gotta be somebody else here.

Boyette's on the El platform.

Delich!

- What are you doing here? - How d'you feel? I heard about...

I asked you, what are you doing here?

They got me assigned for that president thing.

Hold it! Stop!

Freeze, asshole!

Hey! Hey!

Thank you.

Ladies, please. Please, step back.

Watch it!

Get out of the way!

Sorry!

Get some more men down here!

Surround the car!

No! Stop!

No!

Down!

He's dead.

He one of your shadow warriors, huh?

- Get your goddamn hands off me! - I oughta take your fucking head off!

This was your operation from the beginning. You killed General Carlson.

What operation, sergeant? I don't see that anything's happened here.

- There's a body in there! - Yeah.

The body of a man you smuggled into the country. If I were you, I'd run!

Who are you working for? The Russians? They hire you to kill one of their own?

Or you miss war so much, you're trying to start one?

There hasn't been a world war in 50 years. You ever wonder why?

It's nuclear weapons. We want 'em. The Soviets want 'em.

"We"? Who's "we"? A bunch of nutcases?

If it wasn't for nuclear weapons, you'd be fighting the Russians in the streets.

- I'll take my chance. - You're a fool!

You listen to me!

We're in separate armies, you know that, pal?

But you're out in the light now.

You're gonna be scurrying for the dark. And I'm gonna see you get stepped on!

You're a dead man, sergeant!

Worldwide joy at the Soviet-US Disarmament Treaty continued today,

but on Capitol Hill, a more sombre mood

as Sergeant John Gallagher went before the House Intelligence Committee

to tell what he knows about the plot to kill the Soviet general secretary

and prevent the signing of the pact.

Evidence of the plot hatched by renegade Soviet and American military leaders

surfaced only hours after the treaty was finalized.

Gallagher's information has led

to the discovery of the bodies of two of the would-be assassins.

Sergeant Gallagher also identified

the still-missing army colonel Glen Whitacre

as one of the leaders of the conspiracy.

Intelligence officials vowed to pursue all possible angles,

no matter where they may lead.

What now?

Why are we stopping, sergeant?

Sorry, sir. Just checking the map.