All language subtitles for The FBI s01e27 The Defector 2

Any sign of her? No.

You're certain she did not go back into
the building? Positive. I was hoping

that she would pick up her train.

There was a switch made.

Very nicely managed.

We followed the wrong taxi, the wrong
woman.

Well, nothing's to be done.

She's gotten away.

Right, Desko? I followed her into the
elevator, but she made another switch.

The operator would not hold doors for
me. By the time we got down at the

level, she was gone.

No, another. He's gone home, off duty.

Kessler, I... Time, please.

Yes?

Excellency? No, Ambassador Corbin is not
here. Who's speaking, please?

Kessler. Kessler, this is Huston.

You have a report on Mrs. Holman.

Only that she has gotten away from us.
What?

I am sorry.

You are sorry.

You ought to be not.

She was going to try and contact her
husband.

Her husband is dead.

No, he's hiding.

He may be preparing to defect to the
Americans.

He was to call his wife at the public
phone booth across the corner from Perry

and Grand at 10 o 'clock.

It's probably too late, but get someone
out there anyway.

Why didn't you tell us about this phone
booth, Yustov?

Because I was supposed to be there
myself.

Unfortunately, the FBI had to ask me
some questions.

I don't like these secrets, Yustov.

Either you are on our side or you are
not.

Or are you on the side of the one who
pays you the most?

You know, Kessler, I would hold my
tongue if I were you.

If it grows too insulting, someone might
be tempted to cut it out for you.

Stop arguing and get someone out there
right away.

I want to talk to Mrs. Holman before
they get behind us.

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also starring Philip Abbott, Stephen
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with guest stars Donna Winter, George
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John Van Vreelen, and special guest star
Paul Lucas.

Tonight's episode, The Defector, Part 2.

So far as the United Nations is
concerned.

Now on the local scene, investigation
continues into the causes of the fire

destroyed Ali's Club last Tuesday night.

Although arson and FBI officials have
refused all comment, rumor remains

today that the blaze was set as an act
of deliberate murder, the political

assassination of red chess champion Dr.
Gregory Holman.

Have him come in, please.

Claude, my dear fellow, how good to see
you again. You too, Excellency. I

expected your head would be swelled to
twice its size after all these praises

have been heaped on it.

You know, it may turn out to be the
Antwerp summit meeting.

to the history books, but to those of us
who realize how hard you work to

organize it. It's already the Townshend
Conference.

And I think that this could truly and
finally mean peace in our time.

Let's pray that it does, Excellency.

Claude, we have known each other for so
many years.

Can we speak frankly, just this once, as
friends rather than diplomats?

Sure.

What is it you want, exactly?

Exactly?

Two things, exactly.

A more discreet investigation of the
fire, and your absolute assurance to me

that Holman is really dead.

Really dead?

I have heard, as a matter of fact, that
the body in the morgue is not his.

That he has changed places with someone
before the fire started.

That he is in hiding, and his wife knows
where his hiding place is.

Excellency, this... It is a simple
enough matter.

If you should find Holman alive, you
turn him over to my embassy at once, of

course.

Otherwise, and I can't imagine anything
worse, I am to advise you officially

that my government will deem itself too
insulted to attend the conference in

Antwerp. Sir.

Think it over, Claude. Which is more
important, this defector or this

civilization?

So that's it.

At least the threat is out in the open.

If you fail to locate Holman within the
next three days, the American delegation

will be going to Antwerp as blind as
newborn kittens, so far as knowing what

prime minister wants or needs or fears.

On the other hand, if you do find Holman
and he cracks their codes for us,

Corbyn's government won't even show up
at the conference.

Well, what do we do?

Sizzle in the frying pan or perish in
the fire?

Mr. Townsend, when the ambassador spoke
of Holman's being alive, did he seem to

believe what he was saying, or was he
just trying to get a reaction from you?

Testing me, you mean?

He could have been, now that I think of
it.

Yustov's probably selling information to
both sides.

Yustov? The European chess champion.
He's over here for the tournament.

Holman had a feeling he was going to be
assassinated, so he asked Yustov to help

him disappear.

Well, if he trusted the man that much...
He didn't trust him well enough to tell

him where he was going.

Holman only agreed to an arrangement
whereby Yustov could contact him in an

emergency.

That's the information he sold us. How
to make the contact.

He wanted to talk to Holman himself, but
we couldn't trust him either, so Mrs.

Holman went along instead.

Well, then wouldn't they be scouring the
town for her?

If she's seen Holman, well...

They'll want to talk before we do.

If she's seen Holman.

Shouldn't she have contacted you by now?

Any moment.

Unless they've already picked her up.

Hexie, ma 'am?

No, I don't...

Yeah, thank you.

Don't I know you?

I should...

Help

me!

Ron, just try it, please. I'm sorry,
lady. I'm off duty.

Yes, ma 'am.

Listen,

it's my husband, Paolo. He's got a gun.

He's very jealous. He might kill me.

He might kill you, too, if we don't get
away from here.

Hang on, lady.

Thank you.

Inspector Erskine, please, quickly.

Erskine. This is Barbara Holman, Mr.

Erskine. Yes, Mrs. Holman.

I've seen him.

He's alive.

I've talked to him.

Were you followed?

Well, not there, but I did do something
foolish.

I went back to the Perry Street booth
and one of Corbyn's men was waiting, a

driver. Where are you now?

But I got another cab and we got away
from him.

I'm on the...

I'm on Bush Street.

Is your taxi still outside?

Yes.

All right. Have him take you to the
morgue. I'll meet you there.

Well, I... Mrs. Holman, I'm going to ask
you to play an extremely difficult

role. We want Corbin and you to start to
think that your husband is dead, that

you weren't able to contact him.

Do you think you can do it?

Well, I could try.

Good. I'll meet you in half an hour.

All right. Yes.

You're taking a big risk, Lewis. That
woman is not a professional actress.

It's the time for risks, Arthur. Meaning
what?

Meaning we keep Holman hidden while he
breaks their codes. At the same time,

convince Corbin beyond any doubt that
he's dead.

You think you can do all that?

I think we have to do all that.

She's at the mall.

I took the liberty of putting men at a
half a dozen places where I thought she

might head for.

Was that man near enough to see her
face?

He was crying.

Then the contact failed.

Well, she evidently thinks now that it's
her husband's body that they are

holding. Or she evidently wants us to
think so.

No, no, no, Alex. I know Barbara for a
long time. She's not clever enough to

plot something like that.

Holman is dead.

It was a ghastly and stupid way to kill
a man, Kessler, but it seems to have

been very successful.

It wasn't successful.

Your Excellency, I've told you. The man
is alive.

I told you he asked me to help him on
the night he disappeared.

He never went to that nightclub.

Someone took his place with the
briefcase and the bomb.

You promised me $5 ,000 to prove it.

Then do so.

Don't just mouth accusations like a
parrot.

I think you are deluding yourself,
Yustov.

You want to believe Holman's alive so
you can collect your pay.

Could it be, Your Excellency, that you
want to believe Holman is dead so that

codes will be broken, no conferences
scuttled?

With your permission, sir, I would like
to speak to Mrs. Holman personally.

As you say, she simply isn't clever
enough to carry on a masquerade any much

longer.

She'll make a mistake.

Sooner or later.

He said what?

Mr. Erskine, I begged him to turn
himself in to you, but he's afraid.

Of what?

Of you, Stoff.

Of a man named Kessler.

And of what might happen to the
children.

Mrs. Holman, doesn't your husband
realize the importance of this?

Well, what would happen?

They're still in Europe at our house,
and all the Prime Minister would have to

do is to pick up the telephone.

I wanted him to help, but he's afraid,
so that's the end of it as far as I'm

concerned.

He's alive.

That's all that matters to me.

Inspector, there's a man named Yustov in
the waiting room.

He says he's come to escort Mrs. Holman
back to her hotel.

Oh, I... He'll be all right.

Remember, he'll be crying.

You found out once and for all that your
husband is dead.

You're exhausted.

You're in a state of shock.

Don't tell him anything.

Gary, get me Jim Rhodes of the Bureau,
will you? He's in cryptanalysis.

Madame?

Well, Madame, what is it?

Dr. Holman's dead.

There's no longer any question of it.

That's horrible.

Well, we'll claim the body this
afternoon.

We'll hold a private service at, say,
four o 'clock.

Unless you have some objection.

Objection at all.

Madame, if you please.

I'll have to box you in, Gary. I'll need
an identification on the body by this

afternoon. Do you think you can make it?
We're running a lead down now. We found

part of an orthopedic shoe, and we think
it might have been his.

The maker generally keeps a plaster cast
on tap for reorders, so we're checking

out every firm doing that kind of work.

I'll go speed him up.

Jim. Yeah?

Any luck breaking the code?

Uh, nothing yet.

Seems to be based on a quotation from
their literature.

A proverb of some kind.

I don't know. It must be a million of
them.

Without Holman's help, it'll take weeks.

Any luck there?

We'll have to make our own luck.

How about the cab Holman was supposed to
have taken that night?

Uh, 4108.

The driver's still under surveillance.

He hasn't been back to work ever since,
as a matter of fact. His cab's in the

garage. Broken axle.

All right, I'll meet you there.

And ask the driver to come in for an
interview. And pick up his fare slips

that night.

What about the prints in the cab?

None were Holman's.

Did you try the floor?

No, sir.

Yes, sir

I'm sorry, Mrs. Holman. I thought you'd
gone.

Yes, well, just get out, would you
please?

Yes, sir.

You

do

a

thing, well, it'll soon be over now.

You'll be going back to Europe with your
children, your friends, your husband.

Madame, I don't know whether Gregory
mentioned it to you or not, but the fact

is, he told me he was going to
disappear.

I know he wasn't in that nightclub fire.

Well, then he must have lied to you,
because I know he's dead.

Let me see if I can guess.

What your husband said when he talked to
you this morning?

He said his prime reason for staying
hidden was to protect the children.

Shall we make a bargain, madame?

My husband is dead. Now, please stop
torturing me.

If you tell me where Gregory is and if
Gregory agrees to leave quietly for

Europe... I can guarantee his safety,
yours, and the children. There'll be no

recriminations, no tirades.

And the grotesque monster who attempted
to kill him will be shot at once.

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

Don't you see? Get out of here! Get out
of here! Get out of here!

Okay, photograph and lift them.

Are they Holman's?

All right, Mr. Walsh, if you mind coming
along with us now, we'd like to ask you

a few more questions.

Hey, listen, I've never been in any
trouble before.

You've made a mistake.

You still maintain you only took one man
from the Chamberlain Hotel to the

nightclub?

One, yes.

The Holman.

I identified his picture for you.

What was he doing on the floor, Mr.
Walsh?

He wasn't on the floor.

He couldn't have been hiding, could he?

From what?

Well, maybe he thought he was being
followed.

Maybe he hired a man to dress like him,
sit in the back seat and get out of the

nightclub.

Look, Mr... Your odometer is checked
every night, isn't it, Mr. Walsh?

Your fare slips show pickup points,
destination.

Suppose we retraced your route up to the
time you left the nightclub.

And suppose we subtracted those miles
from the final reading.

You could save us a lot of trouble.

Where'd you take him?

Okay.

It was, uh...

Corner of 6th Street and Saturday Road.

He got a hold of me there that morning.

And gave me $100.

Told me what to do.

But I didn't know that place was going
to be bombed.

Hi.

Lou?

Got a visitor.

Thanks, Mr. Walsh. That's all for now.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Holman gave me permission to enter,
and the manager provided me with a

uniform.

I think I'm a better lab assistant than
a maid, Mr. Erskine, but I did my best.

Did you spot anything?

Yes, sir. There are two bugs.

One under the pillow on the bed, one
behind the sofa, left side of the room.

Take a look at the suite they reserved
next door.

We have Mrs. Holman's permission to go
in.

Right.

Thank you.

My husband is dead.

Please stop torturing me.

If you tell me where Gregory is and if
Gregory agrees to leave quietly for

Europe, I can guarantee his safety,
yours and the children. There'll be no

recriminations, no tirades.

And the grotesque monster who attempted
to kill him will be shot at once.

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

Madame, don't you see... Get out of
here! Get out of here! Get out of here!

You certainly have a way with women,
Alex, haven't you?

This is a very difficult woman, Your
Excellency.

But I think she'll be ready to talk
guarantees with you at the funeral.

It'd be a fool to believe your
guarantees.

Yes.

She is a fool.

his safety, yours, and the children.
There'll be no recriminations, no

And the grotesque monster who attempted
to kill him will be shot at once.

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

Yeah, he's usually in.

He's a funny one, though.

He don't say very much.

In the mornings, he generally goes out
and gets some groceries and picks up a

paper. I don't know, he stops and makes,
I don't know what he does.

That's his room.

I know he's in there.

Thank you.

I wouldn't try it, Doctor.

You'd never make it.

Thank you.

Well, I suppose I ought to be grateful
that it was the FBI who found me and

looked you stuff.

How'd you do it?

Follow Barbara?

No.

No?

You mean you did it on your own?

You waste very little time, Mr. Riskin.

There's very little time left.

The conference.

Yes, Barbara told me.

I wish I could help.

You can.

Not as long as my children are in
danger.

That didn't stop you from the thought of
defecting before.

Weren't they in danger then?

I wasn't going to defect until later,
sir.

I intended to wait until I could have my
wife and my children with me.

But when they brought Kessler into it, I
knew there was no time left. I had to

run.

Then, when I saw by the headlines that I
was supposed to be dead, I decided to

take advantage of the mistake.

You see, I thought Barbara would go home
and that somehow I could

get a message to her.

In six months or a year, she could leave
Europe with the children and I could

turn myself in to the FBI.

What was the name of the substitute you
hired?

Andre Zabo.

Poor soul.

I didn't know they meant to kill me that
night.

Did he have a family here?

Neither here nor in Europe.

He was quite alone.

No one to mourn him but me.

And this Kessler was responsible for the
fire?

I think so, yes.

Although I don't see how we're ever
going to be able to prove it.

Inspector, can you speak to Gary Dool
now?

Yeah, I'll be right down. Okay.

Doctor, we could bring the messages here
for you to decode.

We'd conduct everything in the strictest
secrecy.

No.

Erskine. Inspector, they're here to
claim the body.

We know the man's name, Andre Szabo, but
we haven't been able to trace his

family. He was alone.

Tell Corbin to go ahead. D .C.
authorities are cooperating with a

Yes, sir.

Take him out to the hearse.

But you see, the FBI isn't going to
release an unknown corpse to you.

Unless the corpse is Horland. But it
isn't.

Holman is alive.

Holman!

All right, sir. The hearse can accept
the body at the rear end. Thank you.

Well, I expect I'd better pick up the
bereaved widow.

I expect you had.

She's at the Episcopal church down the
street from the hotel.

Rescoe followed her there.

Thank you, Kessler.

You are quite welcome, Houston.

We'll meet you at the funeral parlor.

Yes, Your Excellency.

We found the tape recorder in the second
Holman suite.

A man named Kettler is the second key to
it, but he's only there once in the

morning and again at night.

Apparently to pick up the tape.

Automatic starter in the recorder.

Yeah, it stops automatically 30 seconds
after the voices stop.

Mrs. Holman's at church right now. I
called her and asked her to lead her

surveillance away from the hotel.

Thought maybe you'd like to look around.

Testing. One, two, three, four.

Testing.

Testing. One, two, three, four.

Testing.

Clever, huh?

I'm writing it off.

Mrs. Holmansky, please.

Now that's for us who'll hang up and
ring again.

Rhodes. Yustov and Mrs. Holman just
entered the lobby.

What about Corbin and Kessler?

Report just came in.

They're at the funeral parlor.

Okay, thanks.

Yustov and Mrs. Holman are on their way
up.

She might have been here.

Thank you.

If you don't mind, I'm very tired. I'd
like to rest a little before we go.

I'll meet you in the lobby.

Madame, why won't you trust me?

How on earth can I make you understand
that I'm your friend? Ah, you sir.

What are you afraid of? Calvin?

Tesla? We are perfectly alone.

There's no one in here.

There's no one under the couch.

Why aren't you honest with me?

Admit the truth and you will see. I have
told you the truth. My husband is dead.

He's dead.

All right.

Your husband is dead.

Very well.

We'll go through with the burial, the
speeches, the sadness, the whole

Then right after the funeral, you will
be flown home, and I will stay here to

continue the search.

Flown home?

Directly after the funeral?

Yes. Well, the ambassador feels it will
be cruel to keep you separated any

longer from your children.

There's a plane ready this afternoon.

But, Eustace, I'm... Yes, madame.

I know.

You need time to ask your husband's
advice.

To make future plans?

To find out whether I can be trusted or
not?

Isn't that so?

Well, I can give you time.

How? Very simply.

The ambassador has already asked my
advice on the matter.

I could tell him that after thinking it
over, you are too emotionally upset to

travel. that the government would fly
your children here.

Well?

Is Gregory alive?

Then we have a bargain.

I'll pick you up in the lobby in half an
hour.

Is Gregory alive?

Yes.

Then we have a bargain.

I'll pick you up in the lobby in half an
hour.

Private clean.

You go by the hotel and settle the bill
for the two rooms.

Then bring the last tape to the embassy.

All right. Get back to the embassy, sir.

I have a few letters.

Yusuf. Yes, ma 'am.

He said we would go to the airport.

Did he?

Good.

You can hardly wait to see your little
ones, can't you?

Do give them my love.

But, Yusuf, I'm too upset to travel.

Why can't they be brought here?

Brought here?

Oh, no, it's absolutely out of the
question.

There'll be problems of school, of
passports, all sorts of red tape.

I'm surprised we must address it.

But he'll never allow the children to
leave.

It's the strongest hold he has over me.

And you think you'll let Corbin go ahead
and send your wife home?

We could have her stop to the airport if
she wants political asylum.

But that wouldn't solve the problem of
the children.

As long as Yustov knows that I'm alive.

You still can't prove it.

You're sure you erased the tape?

Well, I thank you for that anyway.

It could turn out to be the most
important move of the whole chess game,

know. If it discredits Yustov badly
enough.

Corvin's got the patience of Job.

Except in the case of braggarts who can
never prove their claims.

What I'd give to see his face when the
tape is played.

All right, that's enough.

No, wait.

No.

You are trying to pay me back for all
the imagined insults.

Or is it because you can't stand to let
the ambassador know you failed to kill

your man? Houston.

Your Excellency, he erased it, don't you
see?

crummy little mind, thought it would
dream up something clever to embarrass

You filthy little animal!

You stove!

Barbara, I am... I don't know what to
say.

Very ashamed of what Yustov has done.

Gregory is dead.

It was a terrible accident, but we all
have to carry on.

Excellency, can't we wait? Can't we wait
a week? A week? You're tired. You

cannot sleep on the airplane.

Kester will be with you.

What about her luggage?

In the car, Excellency.

Yustov, you wait right here.

I'll talk to you later.

Please stop torturing me.

If you tell me where Gregory is and if
Gregory agrees to leave quietly for

Europe, I can guarantee his safety,
yours and the children. There'll be no

recriminations, no tirades.

And the grotesque monster who attempted
to kill him will be shot at once.

Get out of here.

Get out of here. I'm done. Don't you
see? Get out of here! Get out of here!

out of here!

What do you want?

Are you out of your mind? Put the thing
away.

Excellency, may I drive? We're late. I
know the way. You like? Thank you.

Please.

31 to 25.

They're headed your way. Pick them up.

25 clear.

31 to control.

Yes. They just left the embassy,
probably for the airport.

Is your stuff with them?

No. Well, stay there. Keep an eye on the
embassy.

Something's happened. I'll be right
back.

running out of Mr.

Corvin's office, and then I see this.

Lou.

Yes.

Yustov's dead, stabbed.

One of the clerks says he saw Kessler
coming out of Corvin's office.

All right, call the airport. Have him
hold a plane. And tell the airport

to watch for the limousine. I'm on my
way. Right. Call Washington National.

a bird pick me up at Ridgeway and State
Route 202.

Tell Holman what's happened. Say we'll
do everything we can to help his wife.

Kessler, we are not in this much of a
hurry.

Be careful, you'll kill us all.

Just to slow down.

Just to slow down.

Thank you.

First get to all units.

First get to all units.

Spotted subject heading north on back
road to airport.

First, get to all units.

Converge on back road to airport.

That's the pullover.

all right, Mrs. Holman, Excellency?

Yes, yes.

Yustov's dead.

It looks as if Kessler killed him.

I'm afraid you'll have to stay in the
country for a while, Mrs. Holman, as a

material witness.

Oh, thank you.

Of course, of course.

When will Mrs. Holman be able to join
him?

She'll have to go back with the children
next week.

Then in two or three months she'll be
able to apply for passports and join him

in South America as Mrs. Andre Zappo.

Corbin will back her up.

He's convinced Holman's dead.

The first snows.

The first snows of winter fall

upon the sleeping birches.

That's it.

That's the key.

Lou?

We've broken it.

I'll call Townsend.

Thank you, Doctor.

And don't worry.

You'll be back with your family long
before the first snows of winter.

Yes.

I think the Szabo family will enjoy
Paraguay.