All language subtitles for The FBI s03e10 Blueprint for Betrayal

I said it was a terrific dress, but at
those prices I couldn't even afford an

option on it.

So I settled for this one.

Beautiful.

I wonder, Julie, how badly do you think
it would shock official Washington if a

middle -aged German journalist were to
kiss a young American government girl

right out in public?

I don't know.

Shall we test it?

Shall we?

Well, who do you think?

Carl, I want to talk to you.

I called the office and they said you
might be there.

I only have a few hours.

I flew down this afternoon.

For heaven's sake.

We have talked.

It's no use.

I'm sure you were never in any
restaurant alone.

I can see the girl now.

Guinea as a rail, batting along
eyelashes.

Does she know you still have a wife?

Does she... Does she enjoy scenes, Carl?

I'm not too far from there, you know.

Don't be a ridiculous priest.

I'll try to get up in New York in a week
or two.

I want to talk to you tonight.

I'm at the Lennox.

Room 410.

Anna! Well, it's all the same to me,
dear. I'll call a cab and I'll... All

right, all right.

Stay there.

I'll, uh... I'll arrange something.

Yeah.

want you to help me.

I'm nice in town.

Well, yes, I know, but... You know.

She stopped by the embassy to ask for
your address.

No, no, I didn't speak to her myself,
but she was quite insistent.

We wouldn't give it to her, of course.

Well, she tracked me down anyway. She
just called.

I'm here with a girl now.

It's coming along very well.

If Anna comes barging in, she could
wreck everything.

Where is Anna?

The Lennox.

Room 410.

I thought you could talk to her,
Frederick.

Persuade her to... Certainly.

Don't you worry about it.

Go back to your guest.

Yes, sir?

Come in, Bowler.

Close the door.

Ambassador still in his office?

No, he's gone to bed.

Well, Major, we have a little problem.

We have a rather pleasant middle -aged
woman sitting in a hotel room trying to

get back a husband.

She's been hurt.

She wants to hurt somebody in return.

And she could hurt us.

Yes, she could.

I don't think there's any use in trying
to reason with her.

I'll get the car.

Good evening, madame.

I have a message for Mr. Raymond.

But he was supposed to come himself.

No, no.

The

FBI.

A Quinn Martin production starring
Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, William
Reynolds, with guest stars

Antoinette Bauer, Donald Davis, and
special

guest star Alf Chalene.

Tonight's episode, Blueprint for
Betrayal.

To Washington police who discovered her
body on the morning of October 17th,

Anna Zolte seemed no more than the
unfortunate victim of a thief who had

and strangled her.

Following routine procedures, they
forwarded her fingerprints to the

Bureau of Investigation.

There, the tangled background of the
woman known as Anna Zolte finally

to emerge.

And one of the FBI's most dramatic spy
hunts had begun.

These prints were taken originally by
German intelligence officers during the

war, forwarded by American intelligence
after the surrender.

Anna Wahlberg, born Meitz, Germany,
1922.

Communist agent.

Imprisoned 1944.

Believed to have been killed in Allied
bombing raid June 44.

She was a courier for the Rote Kapelle.

In 1944?

The Red Orchestra?

Mm -hmm.

I thought the Nazis had wiped out the
entire network by then.

Apparently not.

She turned up first as Anna Zolte in
1966 in New York City. She got a job at

dry goods store in Brooklyn.

Come in.

Excuse me.

Hello, I found a cab driver who dropped
the Zolte woman at the Lennox.

Was she alone?

She was alone, but she made a very
interesting stop between the airport and

hotel.

Code Yellow, Embassy.

You know, Lewis...

Derota Kapel could be tuning up again in
this country.

The Red what?

Orchestra. It was a wartime communist
espionage agency in Germany. The leaders

used code names like Conductor,
Concertmeister.

Why don't you make a few discreet
inquiries, Lewis? Nothing to alarm

And we'll stay away from the embassy.

Maybe it's time to alarm Seminard.

I was just thinking, they use guns when
they hunt in India to rattle a tiger.

Maybe we ought to try that here.

See what comes running out of that
jungle.

I'll be right back.

This shouldn't take more than a couple
of minutes.

Carl, what is it?

Nothing. What do you mean?

You know, you seem so... Listen, engaged
or not, I have no right to

monopolize every second of your time, so
why don't we skip lunch?

Julie. No, listen. I really have a pile
of reports to type. I ought to grab a

sandwich and go right back.

These are the security evaluations you
mentioned.

They finally come in.

Page after page after page.

And I don't understand a word of them.

Coded? Mm -hmm.

Well, I suppose they must be very
important to someone.

I suppose they must be.

So that's why you need to relax at
noontime. So you won't keel over your

typewriter in the middle of the day.

Type the wrong symbol and start the next
war.

Julie's Holocaust, they call it.

You go down in history books, if there
were any books left.

Or any eyes to read them.

Okay. I'll be through with this
interview in five minutes.

Let's go.

Now we'll go relax at the Valhalla.

And the world would be safe for one more
day.

Hey, Frederick, this is how you
persuaded her. You healthy pig.

All right.

Now is your little fit over with?

Such a charming story to read in the
papers.

It says... It says you even ransacked
her purse.

How do you know some thug didn't follow
her home? Why accuse me?

Oh, no reason, Frederick.

It's... It's just my crazy melodramatic
turn of mind. That's all.

I'll let him go.

Did you even try to talk to her?

I was afraid there wasn't time.

They're telephoning every day.

The foreign secretaries have already met
twice.

You told me you'd have the girls'
information four days ago.

It's just come in. It's coded.

But you see, I don't care about your
excuses.

Because the chairman doesn't care.

Our one -track minds...

just want to know exactly what the
United States would do if war broke out

tomorrow between the Soviet Union and
China.

Then, all of a sudden, I am confronted
with a jealous woman threatening to

my agent when he is already behind
schedule.

She was your friend too, Frederick.

All of us.

We've been through so much.

All those years.

I don't think I'm fit for this job
anymore.

All I want is get out.

Settle down.

You haven't fallen in love with this
little secretary, have you, girl?

I don't know.

I feel sorry for her.

Is that love, do you think?

Mars?

Well, what do you mean? Is he here now?

All right.

The FBI inspector has just called the
ambassador's secretary.

He wants to talk with someone about Anna
Zolti.

Wonderful.

Now you've got the FBI into it.

How long will it take you to get those
evaluations?

Let me ask you something.

Suppose the girl is too...

Patriotic for this foolishness.

Since when do I have to give you
lessons?

You've had the assignment for six
months. You've made love to her. You

to marry her.

She'd probably rather betray her country
than you, wouldn't she?

Given the choice.

Mr. Moss?

This is Inspector Erskine, Mr. Frederick
Moss.

Mr. Moss. Inspector, so kind of you to
see me.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Now, well, actually, I am here in
response to a request of yours.

You called about a Miss Anna Zolte.

Oh, yes.

I must tell you, Inspector, I'm a bit
puzzled as to why you should call us, I

mean. After all, Miss Zolte was an
American, or at least she was not one of

nationals.

Was she?

Well, you'd know more about that than I
would.

I can promise you that she was not.

Then I wonder why she'd stop by your
embassy on the way to her hotel.

Ah, yes. She asked about visa
requirements.

Oh. Oh, that is what our receptionist
told me at any rate. After I got your

call, I made inquiries about Miss Salty.

Naturally. Yes.

Well, apparently she was planning a
trip. She asked about visa, hotel

accommodations, railway fares. And then
she left.

I see.

Did she, um... Did she speak to anyone
else besides the receptionist?

Not that I could determine.

There doesn't seem to be anything very
sinister in that, does there?

Well, not to me.

But then I am not a member of this
Bureau.

Thanks for coming in, Mr. Moss.

You know, Inspector...

My superiors will be wondering why the
FBI should ask us about the robbery and

death of a woman in a Washington hotel.

It's just routine.

Inspector, nothing this Bureau does is
routine.

Good day.

24 hours surveillance on the
receptionist. Yes, sir. And, um... Asked

a little clumsy.

How little?

One slip.

Just enough to make him think we're on
the wrong track.

In the meantime, I want a complete
summary of everything we know about him.

Let's find out why this man's handling
the Anna Zoldy affair.

If he's dangerous, they made a good
choice.

Seems very pleasant, very open.

Never trust a purring tiger, Tom.

And photographers from almost every
civilized country in the world were on

to interview the famous and responsible
men who will once more take up the

awesome question of peace in the 20th
century.

Do you ever wonder how much time they
spend getting in and out of cars?

As long as there are meetings for them
to drive to, we are safe.

And that's the important part.

Meanwhile, in local news, police today
continued their search for the murderer

of Anna Zolte, found strangled in a
downtown hotel.

Carl, are you feeling all right?

Certainly.

Don't worry. I'm just a newspaper man
who's covered too many battles.

I don't want to think that I must report
World War III.

That's all.

There won't be a World War III.

The original one has never stopped.

All we've had since Kane killed Abel are
truces, Julie.

I'd better leave.

No, Carl.

Why? I'll see you tomorrow.

Carl, what's wrong?

Can't I help? I'd do anything to help
you.

Would you?

Anything? Do you doubt it?

Your department is working on a national
intelligence estimate.

I want to know what the American
response would be to a Chinese -Soviet

You what?

Well?

Well, you're not making any sense.

You're typing it now.

I'm typing a lot of gibberish. I don't
even know what the symbols mean.

Julie, what happens to the typewriter
ribbon when you finish a day's work?

It's put in a classified safe.

Do you know why?

Well, I suppose it's because there are
still symbols on it and someone could

read them.

Julie, I want the typewriter ribbon.

I've got to have it.

Why?

A new story.

What? Just ridiculous.

Julie. No, Carl, what are you talking
about? That estimate is top secret.

The communists would give anything to...
Help

me, please.

Are you a communist?

An agent?

We didn't meet accidentally.

No.

Well, I'm marvelous after you are.

I really thought... But the fact is, I
do love you.

I didn't to begin with, but I do now.

I swear to God, that's a fact.

Julie, try to understand me.

Germany had lost a war when I was born.

I grew up hungry.

When I was 26 years of age, Germany lost
another war.

But the hunger was worse.

I decided I wanted to be on the winner's
side next time.

My philosophy isn't profound, Julie.
It's just practical.

Please get out.

I believe I knew I'd fail with you.

I believe I wanted to.

Goodbye, darling.

We checked everything pretty thoroughly,
found this in one of the plumbing

traps. I don't know if it has anything
to do with Anasoli, but there's some

writing in the bun.

Well, have someone run it over the lab,
see if they can restore the writing.

Oh, Mr. Lefferts? Yes, sir?

My name's Erskine.

Thanks for coming up, by the way. Sure,
anything I can do, I... Mr. Lefferts?

Yes? I was going over your report to the
police.

Yes, sir? And I noticed they asked you
whether Anasoli had said anything after

you showed her the room.

You told them I believe that she'd...
Looked out the window and asked what had

happened to the bus station.

What bus station?

Well, there used to be a Fleetways
terminal across the street, but they

down. When was that?

Oh, that was about, um, 1957.

Then she might have stayed in the hotel
before.

Maybe.

She didn't say anything to you about
that, did she? No.

Did she speak to anyone else that you
know of?

Perhaps in connection with one of the
hotel's services.

No, sir. No, no, wait a minute.

She did ask if the cocktail lounge was
open.

And what did you say?

I told her we didn't have one.

Was there ever a bar here?

Yes, sir.

But they closed it in 1958.

Mr.

Lefferts, are the hotel records kept
permanently?

Yes, sir.

They'd all be in the storeroom.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Tom, put some men on it.

They're looking for city of origin,
forwarding address, records of phone

wires, anything you have on him.

Hello. I just got your message.

Where are you?

At the Valhalla.

What happened last night with the girl?

She said no.

Girls say no.

Are you drunk?

That's my problem, Doctor.

I've been drinking and drinking and
drinking.

But I'm not drunk.

Unfortunately.

I just thought of calling up and
apologize for a bad job badly done.

And ask what my next assignment is.

You're worse than drunk. You're maudlin.

And you've also underestimated your vast
charm, Carl.

My what?

The girl's half out of her mind. I
thought you'd planned it that way.

She even called here, trying to reach
you. She remembered you dropped by

yesterday.

What do you mean?

She... I mean, she probably thinks
you're in some great danger for having

failed.

Well, suppose she has called the FBI,
too.

Has the FBI picked you up? No, but
still... The FBI are interested in

else right now.

My poor little receptionist saw two men
following her.

Where is Julie now?

At home? At her office. You better call
her.

Let her understand that you're just one
step away from a bullet in the brain.

The girl adores you.

Let her save you from us.

All right?

All right.

That emmer, which means, uh...

always or ever in German.

It was obviously the end of the
inscription on the photograph, perhaps

it. The ink and the paper are quite old,
so the woman may have been carrying it

around for years.

What do you suppose she'd tear it into
pieces in a Washington hotel room on the

day of her death?

Could Carl have been her husband?

He could have been.

According to our liaison representative
in Bonn, the Nazis were convinced she

had a husband, but they could never get
his name out of her.

He was said to have been an officer in
the German army.

Erskine. Lou, we've gone back as far as
49 in the hotel registration records.

There's no prior card for an Anazolti,
and no handwriting similarity in a name

that even sounded close.

How many cards were there?

Oh, about 400 million.

All right, go through them again.

Again? Only this time you're looking for
the name Carl.

And the city of origin would most likely
be German, possibly Swiss or Austrian.

Carl. Mr. and Mrs.

Probably.

Good luck.

Thanks.

All right, gentlemen.

Back to the beginning.

How are we coming?

Almost through.

I'll be in Perry's office if anybody
wants me.

438, Miss Kidd.

Where were you?

I've been frantic.

Listen, I shouldn't be calling.

I don't have too much time.

But I had to say goodbye.

Where are you?

Never mind. I'm all right.

When will I see you?

Carl, I love you.

No. I do.

I'd die if anything happened to you.

Goodbye, darling.

Please, please let me help you if it
isn't too late.

Julie. I can do what you ask me to if
it'll save your life.

Well, yes.

It might still make a difference.

I go to lunch at one o 'clock. Meet me
at the park at our bench.

Full name, Frederick Damien Moss.

Former colonel, career diplomat since
1960.

First post, Budapest, 1960 to 1965.

Assigned Washington Embassy, May 1965.

Appointed first undersecretary, June
1965.

That's a pretty rapid rise considering
the lack of background.

Family? A wife and three children in the
homeland.

They've never traveled with him.

Not even to Budapest? No, sir.

Well, I suppose that's one way to assure
loyalty in a public servant.

Has he made any unusual contacts here?

No, sir. He generally works till 8 or 9
o 'clock and drives directly home.

He leaves for the embassy again at 8 .30
in the morning.

Double the surveillance.

Yes, sir.

Yes. Mr. Colby is on line one.

Yes, Tom.

Mr. and Mrs. Carl Ryman, R -E -I -M -A
-N, Bern, Switzerland.

They checked in on August 8, 1956.

I stayed one night. Total bill,
including room and beauty shop service,

Paid by a voucher issued on a New York
bank by the Munchener Press in Munich.

The beauty shop bill was signed by Anna
Ryman.

Good, thank you.

This is Inspector Erskine.

Contact the Foreign Press Association
here in New York.

I want all background material on a
former correspondent for the Münchner

The name is Carl Reiman.

R -E -I -M -A -N.

Because all the guys couldn't sit down.

Listen, then.

I know what you're going through. You
don't know.

You're not from Danbury, Connecticut.

You didn't read about Washington and
Jefferson when you were a child, and you

haven't got a brother named Douglas in
Vietnam.

Trust me.

There has to be balance of power.

The country's too strong, Julie.

We have to know what its plans are.

Keep talking that nonsense and I'll take
the ribbon back. Maybe your life isn't

worth saving.

Now what happens?

I have to fly north.

North? Toronto.

When?

Four o 'clock jet this afternoon.

Let me come along.

Not yet. It's too dangerous.

You mean I just go back to the office?

The people you work with must not start
to suspect things.

If you go back, no one will know the
difference.

I will.

When will you be able to apply for a
leave of some sort?

Yes, I suppose so.

Come to Europe.

I'll be waiting.

We'll live in Germany.

East Germany?

Don't believe what the American papers
tell you.

It's more beautiful than you can
imagine.

Will you come?

Will I be allowed to?

Allowed to.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

Tell me, what are you talking about?

They were going to kill you if you
didn't get the ribbon. Now you have the

ribbon. Who needs me?

I need you.

You'll be gone.

I'm not a communist. Suppose I went to
the FBI.

You wouldn't.

How do your people know that?

Darling, this isn't wartime.

You're not a character in a paperback
novel.

Nobody's going to go around killing a
woman just... It's never happened

Don't talk foolishness.

Take me with you.

I can't.

I can't.

It's late.

I'll be wondering what's happened to
you.

I'll free this here.

I'll write to you from Canada.

I'll make all the arrangements for
Christmas.

Yes, sir. What?

Thank you. I'm not having lunch. Are you
the captain?

Yes.

FBI, Mr. Frank.

You know my name? What did I do?

Nothing, as far as I'm concerned.

Then why do I feel so guilty?

We're trying to locate a man called Carl
Ryman. The desk clerk at his hotel said

that he eats here quite often.

Yes, he does.

He's not here now, but... Does he
generally come in alone?

Either alone or with this one particular
young lady.

And her name?

Her name was at...

Georgia?

Don't worry, if he's married, we'll be
discreet.

Oh, you understand, Sherman?

Then you think her name is Julie?

Yes, sir.

Can you remember anything else about
her?

Yes, she works in one of the government
bureaus.

I don't know in which one for sure.

She used to laugh and say she couldn't
take too long at lunch or her boss would

fire her.

She called him Hackett. Yes, Hackett.

Hackett.

Thank you.

There's something I have to do.

I'll only be a moment.

Take over for me.

WF -17.

Subject Frank has left restaurant and
proceeded to phone booth.

Yes? Mr. Ryman is calling on line one,
and there's a Mr. Otto Frank on two.

I'll talk to Mr. Ryman first, ask Mr.
Frank to wait.

Yes, sir.

Yes, Carl.

Quick. The more I think of it, the less
I like it. Think about what? Where are

you? The airport.

You've got the... Yes, yes.

I don't like to leave the girl here
alone.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

She's very frightened.

To tell you the truth.

Of you.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

Listen, I'm almost two hours.

I'd like to go to town and get her.

Carl, nothing's going to happen to the
girl. What could happen to her? I didn't

think anything was going to happen to
Anna either.

Now look, Carl.

I can't go on feeling guilty about that
for the rest of my life.

It was something I thought had to be
done.

only thing that is important is that
tape.

Or don't you agree with that?

Yes, I agree, but... All right, then
stop behaving like a teenager and pay

attention to your duty. The girl's safe
enough.

In a few months, when everything's
calmed down, you can send for her.

Meantime, just be sure you're on that
plane when it leaves.

All right?

All right.

But heaven help you if anything happens
to the girl, Frederick.

Goodbye, Carl.

And good luck.

Yes? Mr. Frank is still waiting, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Yes, Arthur?

Mass. We may be in terrible trouble.

What?

An FBI man was here. He was trying to
locate Ryman. I didn't tell him

but before I knew what was going to
happen, the bartender gave him the

name. He said she worked for a man named
Hackett. And you just stood there in a

loud... I was so stunned.

I don't know what I could have said
anyway.

You could have.

Oh, well, it's done. It's done.

All right.

Ryman is at the airport now.

that his plane doesn't leave until four
o 'clock.

He has some material that mustn't be
found on him if he's searched.

Do you have a car?

Yes. All right, I want you... Maas, are
you there?

Tell me something, Otto.

How many agents came in to talk to you?

Only one.

Where are you calling from?

A booth in the street.

Is there anyone watching you now?

I don't think so.

No.

No, I can't take the chance.

But I... No, no, no, forget it.

Now get back to your job.

The guy has Ryman's name. The girl's,
too.

His name?

Then what about the tape?

It'll be a couple of hours before his
plane takes off.

Plenty of time for them to track him
down.

Well, I haven't tracked him down yet.

I just spoke with him.

At the airport?

Yes, he's fretting about the girl.

Fretting? Why?

He's in love with her. He wanted to come
back and get her. And I talked him out

of that, at least.

How long would it take you to drive out
there?

Twenty minutes.

Half an hour.

Bowler, have you felt the last couple of
days that you've been under

surveillance?

No.

Have I been?

Maybe not. Probably not.

They can't watch every gardener,
chauffeur, secretary.

It's just that I don't trust that
inspector I met.

He's good.

Really very good.

All right.

If there is surveillance, apparently
it's discreet. You should have enough

to contact Ryman, get the tape, bring it
back here. We'll send it north with

someone else.

If they want to arrest Ryman, they can.

At least the tape will be safe.

Yes, but I don't have diplomatic
immunity.

If they are following... You're a
foreign national, an embassy employee.

aren't going to move unless they're
quite positive of their ground.

provided they are a little slow in
finding the girl, and she's a little

betraying us.

Yes, provided that, of course.

I don't know what more I can say,
Inspector, except that I'm just as sure

Julie's loyalty as I am of my own.

When will she be back, Mr. Hackett?

Well, any time. She had a headache. She
went out to get an aspirin.

What has she been working on?

We're readying the national intelligence
estimate.

Miss Kipp's section was concerned with
the American response to any possibility

of conflict between the Soviets and
China.

Where is that estimate now?

It's in the Pentagon security vault,
under armed guard.

It was coded when she typed it? Oh, yes,
of course.

Well, here she is.

Excuse me.

Julie, this is Inspector Erskine of the
FBI.

He'd like to ask you some questions.

Miss Kipp, are you acquainted with a man
named Ryman?

What name?

Ryman.

Yes, Carl Ryman. Yes, I know him.

Where is he now?

He stays at the Grosvenor Hotel.

Did you happen to know his wife?

She was murdered Monday night.

No. No, I didn't know her.

Did Ryman ask you to give him any
classified government information?

No.

Does he have your section of the
National Intelligence Estimate now?

The notes and all my typing are in the
vaults.

And your ribbon?

May I have it, Mr. Hackett?

Marry me.

Where is he, Miss Kipp?

At the airport.

Dulles? Yes, he's taking a four o 'clock
flight to Toronto.

He has the room.

Julie.

Julie!

Contact airport security.

Get some agents out there fast.

What are you doing here?

What's happened?

The FBI is looking for you.

Why? We don't know.

But we need the change in plans.

Give me the ribbon.

Do they have the girl? They had her
name.

Where are we going?

Telephone her. Now what sense is there
in... What do you mean they had her

What? Did you persuade her to keep her
mouth shut too?

Did you talk to her the same way you
talked to Anna?

Don't be such a fool. Then why can't I
phone her?

Because there isn't time.

Bradman, are you out of your mind?

If she's dead, Bowler, I swear I'll go
to the FBI myself.

They won't have to look for me.

Give me that.

Stay back!

Yes, this is it.

Well, what do you think's going to
happen up north now, Mr. Haggard?

Oh, it's hard to tell.

A lot of speeches, perhaps a little
progress.

Nobody's going to know too much about
what the other fellow has in mind.

Nobody's going to gamble big and risk a
holocaust.

Can we bring a car around?

Well, thanks, Inspector, but I have two
uniformed security officers with

shotguns out there.

To see that I get safely across town
with this ribbon.

Thanks again.

Miss Kipp?

Well?

Please, sit down.

This is a statement explaining your
rights, Miss Kipp.

Remain silent if you wish. You're
entitled to a lawyer.

No, I quite understand all that.

I want to answer your questions.

Do I sign here?

Yes.

Now, how can I help you?

Would you tell us where and when you met
Mr. Ryman?

Last year at a Bach concert.

I suppose that they found out that I
like Bach.

Julie Kipp was convicted of espionage,
as was the waiter Otto Frank. Both are

serving sentences in a federal
penitentiary.

Carl Ryman recovered from his wounds and
was sentenced to 20 years in prison for

the murder of Major Paul Bowler.

Colonel Frederick Moss was declared
persona non grata in the United States

has been returned to his homeland.