All language subtitles for 1952 5 Fingers

- On the 18th
of October, 1950,

a member of
the British Parliament

rose in the House of Commons

to address a question
to the Foreign Secretary.

This book purports
to be a true account
of espionage.

Written by a former
German military attaché,

it reveals the most
astonishing details

of a case said to have occurred

within His Majesty's embassy
in Turkey in 1944,

and in which hundreds
of top secrets,

including plans
for the invasion of Normandy,

were stolen
and transmitted
to the Germans.

Has an inquiry into
these fantastic charges
taken place?

- Measures have been taken

to prevent any future recurrence

of such an incredible
lapse in security.

However, it must be
regretfully admitted
that in substance,

the story to which
the Honorable Member
refers is a true one.

- To be exact, our story
began on March 4, 1944.

It was a day
of grueling fighting

on the widely spread
battlefronts

of the Second World War,

but the sun was shining
serenely on neutral Turkey.

The very same evening,
on March 4, 1944,

a Turkish minister
held a reception

for the entire
diplomatic corps.

The place?

Ankara, the capital
of neutral Turkey.

If Excellency
will excuse me,

I have suddenly
acquired a rather
severe headache.

I've had mine
for some time.

Perhaps from
standing too much?

From listening too much.

Wagner makes me ill.

Herr von Papen,
I hope your country
appreciates you.

You are the only
unpredictable German
I have ever met.

[woman singing opera
in German continues]

I cannot remember
when I've seen a lady
as beautiful as you

eat as heartily as you.

Just a little more
of the salad
if you please.

No one admires
Turkish food more than I.

Still, the prospect
of actually dining

from the buffet
at a diplomatic reception--

The number of
actual dinners
I eat these days

is equal to the number
of diplomatic receptions

to which I'm lucky enough
to be invited.

Champagne?

I have beer,
thank you.

I've often wondered, Countess,

why did you leave Warsaw?

Bombs were falling.

I felt I was in the way.

Why did you come here?

You and your late husband
had lived so long in England.

You had many friends there.

I did not consider
being bombed in London

more attractive than
being bombed in Warsaw.

You could have returned
to your own country,
to France.

As the impoverished widow
of a pro-German Polish count?

It would have
required courage.

I have none.

You could have counted
upon our protection.

I understand you are now
protecting my estates

and all of my possessions
in Poland.

Who has them?

Field marshal Goering,
I believe.

Ah, at last.

Many of our German
friends before the war

would come as our guests
to hunt wild pig.

I refused to invite Goering.

I couldn't tolerate
his killing a wild pig.

It seemed too much like
brother against brother.

Bon appétit, madame.

As always, I've enjoyed--

Herr von Papen?Yes?

Herr von Papen,
I need money.

These must be difficult
times for you, I know.

Please, don't be diplomatic
for just a moment.

You can help me.

Nothing would
please me more...

if I can.

I want back
what belongs to me.

Unfortunately,
there is a war.

After the war, then?

I can give you
every assurance.

But in the meantime,
I can be of service
to you, to Germany.

If I can prove my worth,

then afterwards,
it would be easier.

How would you go about
proving it?

Loan me the means
to live again, here,
in Ankara.

Advance it to me.

I can more than make it
worth your while.

You of all men must know
what a fount of knowledge
a clever hostess can become.

Countess Staviska,
are you suggesting

that the German government
set up you as a spy?

I'm suggesting
that I can earn my keep.

It's a sordid,
unrewarding business.

Sordid,
but not unrewarding.

In terms of money, perhaps.

What other terms are there?

I'm sorry. I'm afraid
it's quite impossible.

What am I going
to do then?

Call upon your friends.

I have none that I want,

and those who want to be,

quite frankly,
cannot afford it.

- I beg your pardon.Yes?

Excellence,
the British Ambassador
has just driven up.

So soon?

Perhaps we can talk longer
the next reception, madame,

when it's my turn to arrive

for the last half
of the evening.

One thing about
being a neutral,

I can come early
and stay late.

And perhaps
continue our conversation
with the British Ambassador?

Herr Moyzisch, please,
do not look at me

as if you had
a source of income
other than your salary.

Excellence?Yes?

The Countess Staviska--

What about her?

Uh, I, um...

Based upon something
she said to me,

I've reason to believe
she needs money.

You, too, Moyzisch?

I assure that it wasn't I,
Excellence, who approached her.

However,
it occurred to me--

No.

She has many friends,
access to many sources.

Definitely not.

Good night, Moyzisch.

Good night, Your Excellency.

Whatever you do,
don't raise your voice.Who are you?

Take me to your office.What do you want?

Let's get out of this light.
Take me to your office.

Don't be a fool, Moyzisch.

I've brought you
the opportunity
of your lifetime.

Choose right now.

You can be the envy
of the German foreign service,

or you can go through life
as a diplomatic valet.

After all,
what if I were a thief?

What could I steal...
from you?

Before I state
my proposition,

let me warn you
not to breathe a word
to anyone except your chief.

My life will depend
upon your discretion.

A responsibility
I do not choose
to accept.

I'm afraid you have no choice.

Your life will depend
upon it, too.

State your proposition.

Very well.

Certain British documents
classified as most secret
have come into my possession,

military and political documents

of utmost value
to your government.

I'm prepared to sell them.

The price is £20,000.

English pounds,
sterling.

£20,000.

Who are you?

I'm a spy, obviously.

And this is your lifework,
espionage?

Not exactly.

But I have spent
a lot of my life
preparing for this day.

To my knowledge, no spy in
history has ever been paid
£20,000 for any information.

No spy in history
has had to sell
what I have to sell.

Besides,
spies are notoriously
poor businessmen.

Most of them
are professional patriots,

frustrated liberals,
or victims of blackmail.

In all such cases,
the emotional involvement

weakens
their bargaining position

and destroys sound
business judgment.

Would you consider it
sound business

for the German government

to pay £20,000
to an unidentified amateur

for a set of so-called
secret documents?

Not so-called.
Not secret.

Most secret.

Top secret.

I'm sure they are.

And now, I have
more serious matters
to attend to.

I'll have an attendant
show you out.

Moyzisch.

It appears I must think
for both of us.

First, you will inform
Herr von Papen of my offer.

Naturally, he'll have
to check with Berlin.

I'll give you three days
to consider my proposition.

On the 7th of March
at 3:00 in the afternoon,
I'll telephone you here

and ask if you've received
a letter for me.

I'll call myself Pierre.

If you say no, you'll
never see me again.

If you say yes, it'll mean
you've accepted my offer.

Well, I must have
more information.

If you accept, I'll return
at 10:00 that evening.

You'll then receive
two rolls of film

containing photographs
of the documents.

I will receive from you
the sum of £20,000

in English banknotes
of small denominations.

Should you approve
of my first delivery,

you can have more.

For each subsequent
roll of film,

the price will be £15,000.

Is this all clear?

It is not at all clear.

What are the documents?
What do they contain?

I hadn't thought
to bring samples with me.

But for one thing, the English
are discussing with the Turks

their possible participation
in the war.

Pure supposition.

I have the minutes
of their secret talks.

Herr von Papen
would find them
enlightening...

and frightening.What else?

The latest Allied timetable

of the shuttle bombing
of certain Balkan targets,

where, and when,
and by whom, and by how many.

Go on.

Secret minutes of
the Tehran Conference.

What else?

Don't be greedy, Moyzisch.

What do you expect
for £20,000?

How did you obtain
such information?

That is no concern of yours,

nor is my identity.

And please, do not
have me followed.

You Germans have
no talent for it.

You keep wanting to get ahead
of the people you follow.

Destiny has held out
its hand to you tonight.

Take it and hold on.

Good night, Moyzisch.

Good evening, Diello.

Pleasant reception, sir?

Diplomatic receptions
are never pleasant.

Necessary and unnecessary,

successful and unsuccessful,
or noncommittal.

The faces may be pleasant,

but...
never the motives.

Allow me, sir.

Oh, speaking of pleasant faces,

weren't you
at one time in the service
of the Countess Staviska?

I was valet to
her late husband the Count

when he was attached
to the Polish embassy
at the Court of St. James's.

She was at the reception
this evening.

I hadn't seen her for years.

Is she well, sir?

As charming as ever,
but not well off.

It seems that
the Nazis have confiscated
all of her possessions.

I'm sorry to hear it.

She was a lady
of great wealth.

It was becoming to her.
She used it well.

A generous
and brilliant hostess,
the Countess Staviska.

Yes, sir.

More than anyone
I've ever known,

she symbolized the world
in which she lived,

which she thought
would never end,

a world of infinite beauty,
luxury, and indulgence.

Those were
pleasant days, sir.

Gone forever, I'm afraid.

Let us hope not, sir.

I put the survey
of Turkish manganese
beside your bed

together with your journal.Oh, yes.
Thank you.

One moment, sir.
Your capsule.

Diello, have you
ever considered
the possibility

that you might just
once forget something?

Often, sir.

I don't think
you'd ever get over it.

Nor do I, sir.

Good night, Diello.

Good night,
Your Excellency.

A dispatch from Berlin
has just arrived.

"Transaction approved.

"Take every precaution.

"Essential you determine
identity of agent.

"Expect immediate report
after delivery of documents.

Signed, Kaltenbrunner."

What does he mean, sir,
by "take every precaution"?

That you are not
to hand over the money

until you have
developed the films,
examined them,

and decided whether
they are genuine
and worth it.

That's quite a responsibility.

Yes, it is.

Money arrived by courier
from Berlin this morning.

£20,000.

I have not taken
any of it, Moyzisch.

You can count it
in your own office.

Yes, sir.

I had no intention,
believe me--

You're sure you can
handle this alone?

Yes, sir.

What about developing
the films?

Photography is a hobby of mine.

I've used the darkroom often.

Good. The fewer people
who know about this,
the better,

particularly if this fellow
makes fools of us.

Personally, I sense something
bogus about the whole affair.

The man may be
a clever swindler,

perhaps even a British agent
trying to plant false
information on us.

What was your impression
of him, Moyzisch?

Well, sir, I'd pick him
to be a highly-trained
special agent,

perhaps a foreign office
career man.

British, of course?

An Oxford-bred aristocrat
if ever I saw one.

You know the type, sir,

arrogant, spoiled, cynical,
and completely decadent.

Fantastic.

By the way, a code name
has been assigned to him.

Cicero.
He's to be referred
to as Cicero.

Cicero?

The name is
a personal choice
of Herr Ribbentrop.

Has it any significance, sir?

None that I know of,

except the surprising fact
that Herr Ribbentrop has
even heard of Cicero.

Yes, sir.

That's all, Moyzisch.

Good luck, and keep
your wits sharp.

A great deal
depends on you.

Yes, sir.

I forgot the money.

You have the money,
I see.

You have the film?

Fetch me a drink
while I count it,
will you?

Scotch whiskey.

I'm sure that you
must have some.

Ah, thank you.

One of the pleasures
of duty in a neutral country.

You Germans can drink
fine Scotch whiskey,

and your enemies
can fill up on fine German beer.

20,000.

Well done, Moyzisch.

The film.

Not yet. You must wait
until I've developed the film.

It will take only
a few minutes.

Those are my orders.

If you insist,
just this once.

Are you going to develop
the film yourself?

Yes.

Then you better drink this.

You're trembling
like a butterfly.

It'll help
steady your wings.

The door will be locked.

I won't open it
to anyone but you.

"Turkish government..."

"ready to offer...

"full support short of
entering war as open...

co-belligerent."

Open up.

Moyzisch.

Interesting snapshots,
aren't they?

The documents
seem to be genuine.

Don't be pompous, Moyzisch.

My government
has authorized me

to make further
arrangements with you.

I assume you've informed them
of the price,

£15,000 for each
additional roll of film.

How did--

I said to myself,

if I were
an ambitious attaché
in the German embassy,

what would be
the combination of my safe?

How dare you!

1-30-33, the day
Hitler came to power.

I imagine that should
open half the safes
in Germany

and Hitler's birthday
the other half.

What an unimaginative
lot you are.

Don't be upset, Moyzisch.

There wasn't anything
else worth taking.

My government
is prepared to pay
£10,000 per roll, no more.

We won't haggle, Moyzisch.

I risked my life to get
these documents,

15 of them at £1,000 each.

The price is quite reasonable.

You'll pay it.

But under one condition.

My superiors insist
on knowing who you are

and how you obtain
your information.

Why?

Because, um...
Because it's highly irregular

having an agent in our employ
about whom we know nothing.

I'm not an agent
in your employ.

Understand that clearly.

All the same,
it's essential that we know.

It's unessential that
you know anything about me.

However, I will
tell you this much.

I work at the British embassy.

Sooner or later,
you'll find that out anyway.

As for my name--

You've been assigned
a code name, Cicero.

Cicero?

A man of nobility,
eloquence, and...

dissatisfaction.

I like that name.

When will you
bring more film?

A week from tonight
at the same hour.

Have the money ready.

And, Moyzisch, change
the combination of that safe.

May I suggest one?

Try 6-18-15.

That's the date of
the Battle of waterloo.

Good night.

Oh, it's you, Diello.

Do I disturb you, madam?

Not at all. It's always
a pleasure to see you.

Come in.

Take your coat off.
Sit down and gossip with me.

Unfortunately,
I have a dinner engagement,

but he's an undersecretary
and used to waiting.

Any particular
undersecretary, madam?

Undersecretaries are
never particular, Diello.

Perhaps that's why
they take me to dinner.

It is far more likely
that in madam's presence

they feel like ambassadors.

Of all the diplomats I've known,
you're still the best.

It is my good fortune
you've known so few valets.

Diello, please.

I've spoken to you
about this before.

You're valet to
the British ambassador,
not to me.

Now, sit down
and tell me the gossip.

Well, to begin with,

the noses of the wives
of the diplomatic corps,

Axis, Allied, and neutral,

have been badly out
of joint this week.

Due to?

Due to the ease
with which the countess Staviska

once more proved herself
the most radiant, beautiful,
and sought-after lady in Ankara

at last week's reception.

Another of your
unverified rumors.

I was afraid madam would
accuse me unjustly.

I'm prepared
to name my authority.

Who?

The British ambassador,
no less.

He spoke of your beauty,
and brilliance, and hospitality,

of how in the old days,
you were a symbol of everything
worth having and wanting.

A symbol of
the good, old days.

That's me.

The last of the lot.

If I'm lucky,
I'll get 1,000 lire.

Diello, will you take it
to the pawnshop for me tomorrow?

I couldn't face
the haggling and the whining.

Perhaps it would be
pleasant for you
to go by yourself tomorrow

and bring back the jewels
you'll redeem.

I don't understand.
Redeem?

It's yours.

£5,000.

It's from me.

From you?

Is it a joke?

It can't be real.

There's nothing
as real as money.

But, Diello, I don't know
when I could pay
this back to you.

I don't want it back.

But I can't permit you to--

It must be the savings
of a lifetime.

They're not my savings.
I'm not a saving man.

If you must know,

a business venture of mine
has paid off handsomely

and gives promise of
far greater profits to come.

But what has it
to do with me?

I propose to advance you
these £5,000

in return for certain favors.

At the moment,
this particular enterprise
must remain highly confidential.

The ambassador, of course,
knows nothing about it,

nor does anyone, except
my business associates
and you.

Profits will be
exceedingly large.

I couldn't possibly keep
such sums at the embassy,

nor do I want to draw
attention to myself

by depositing the money
in a bank.

But you could
keep it for me.

Well... go on.

You could leave
this grubby room,

rent an attractive house,

live as you please,
entertain as you please.

And how would all that
be a favor to you?

From time to time,

I shall want to transact
my business in privacy.

Naturally, I shall continue
to live at the embassy,

but you would set aside
certain quarters for me.

I see.

If all goes well,

I shall have
some £200,000
within 12 weeks.

That's the amount
I've set as my goal.

And then?

Then South America.

To a new life...
a new name.

That, of course,
will require certain
papers of identity,

passport, visas,
letters of credit.

You could be of great help
in obtaining such documents
for me.

How?

I'll explain that
when the time comes.

Is there anything else?

Nothing.

That seems little enough
to ask...

for £5,000.

Are you going to tell me
what your business is?

Sometime, perhaps.
Not now.

Quite a trust
you put in me.

If I were to be indiscreet,

it would ruin
everything for you.

And for you, too.

You seem very sure
of yourself.

I'm sure of you.

Oh?

For three years, I was valet
to the late Count Staviska.

It's said that no man
is a hero to his valet.

It's also true
that no woman is a mystery
to her husband's valet.

You know me that well?

Well enough.

The source of your money
has never concerned you

any more than the source
of your electric light.

They became worrisome
only when they were shut off.

Quite true.

But there's pride.
I have pride.

A great deal.
I depend upon your pride.

You'd find it intolerable
to have it known

that your wealth
was the gift of a servant.

Madam, you'll keep
your mouth shut tight.

Get me a brandy.

I shall drink only
out of one glass,
thank you.

Diello, do you know
why I discharged you
after my husband died?

You said you'd be traveling
and wouldn't need a manservant.

That was a lie.

Yes, it was.

I let you go because
you made me uneasy.

You were much too clever
for a servant,

too suave, too wise,

too self-contained.

I was almost afraid of you.

I felt you had an evil genius
for something.

Little did I know
it was a genius
for making money.

That is a lie, too.

That wasn't why
I made you uneasy.

No?No.

You were attracted to me.

It was upsetting
to feel that way
about a valet,

and to feel that the valet
knew it all the time.

Anna...
have I offended you?

You'll soon be very rich.

"Everything worth
having and wanting."

He didn't say that
about you. I did.

That's how I've always
thought about you.

And now you want me
to go with you
to South America.

Yes.

To a new life.Yes.

Away from the wars,
the intrigues, the fears...

The poverty.

And it would be
right for us now,

because now...

Now at last,
we are equals.

Yes.

Where are you going?

Madam has a dinner engagement,

and we seem to have
run out of gossip.

I shall cancel the dinner.

Then we can talk business.

You made me
a business proposition.

I agree to that part of it.

As for the rest
of the proposition,

it's not an impossibility.

It's merely an improbability,

and above all,
an impertinence.

Because I addressed you
as an equal?

No, because
you addressed me
as a servant.

Because in the manner
of an inferior,

you tried to buy something

you didn't think
you merited on your own.

Now, let's get down
to the details
of business.

As madam wishes.

My name is Anna.

Yes, Anna.

- Twenty four hours after
the Cicero documents

had reached Gestapo
headquarters in Germany,

Moyzisch was summoned
to Berlin

to report personally
to General Kaltenbrunner.

Incredible.

Do you have the negatives?

Yes, sir.

Give them
to Colonel von Richter.

Too good to be true.

Twenty five top-secret documents
from an unknown agent.

This has all the earmarks
of a British trap.

Sir?Yes?

Ambassador von Papen requests me
to report that in his opinion,
the documents are genuine.

I'm not interested
in von Papen's opinion.

I want facts, proof,
conclusive proof.

What's the real identity
of this fellow Cicero?

What are his motives,
aside from the money?

Does he have a confederate?

You haven't answered
any of these vital questions.

Unhappily, sir,
Cicero is most uncooperative.

Teach him to cooperate.

That's your job.

What do you think
of the information
on the Tehran Conference?

Well, it looks authentic,

but it's such
high-level material

that we have no means
of verifying it.

Exactly. And we can't act
on what we can't confirm.

But there's one document here
that can be confirmed, this,

the operational plan
for the shuttle bombing
of Balkan targets.

According to this,
British heavies are going

to bomb the Ploesti oil fields
on April 5th.

If the raid takes place
on schedule,

that would serve
to confirm the authenticity
of the other documents.

Good point.

Is it your intention, sir,
to warn the Romanians?

Of course not.
What purpose would that serve?

Have you made
another rendezvous
with Cicero?

For next Thursday evening.

Very well.
You'll fly back to Ankara
and keep that appointment,

but try to get
some facts on the man.

Tell him we can't keep
paying out such sums of money

unless we know
how he gets his information.

I'll do my best, sir.

Try to do better than that.

Yes, sir.

This is your
responsibility, Moyzisch.

I warn you.

Yes, sir.

Half-witted,
paranoiac gangsters,

refusing to warn the Romanians.

Thousands of dead.

Millions of gallons
of precious oil
and gasoline gone,

Because Kaltenbrunner
and von Richter
can no longer admit

that anything is genuine.

But surely the air raid
will convince them.

Even if it does...

No, they can't admit it.

But if Ribbentrop
found out Kaltenbrunner
made a mistake,

and if Goebbels found
out about Ribbentrop,

and if Himmler found out
about Goebbels--

Moyzisch, it's time
you understood.

We represent a government
f juvenile delinquents.

Yes, sir.

Well, if Berlin doesn't
know
how to utilize Cicero,

I most certainly do.

Have you received an answer
from the Turkish foreign office?

Yes, Excellence,
His Excellency will be
unable to see you this evening.

He's attending a reception.

What reception?

At the Countess Staviska's,
I believe.

At the Countess Staviska's?

I shall be there
myself, Excellence.

What's all this about?

Excellence was invited,
but you declined.

So I did.

I didn't realize...

So the Countess has found
a benefactor after all.

I wonder who.

No, no, sir.
Not on my income.

This could only
happen in Ankara,

and only to
the Countess Staviska.

Last month, penniless.

This month, the Turkish
foreign office supplies
her guest of honor.

Call the Countess.

Say I find myself free
this evening after all

and would be delighted
to attend.

- Yes?

I'm afraid you have
to wake Morrison

and ask him
to come here at once.

WOMAN
Yes, sir.

Will you change back
into your jacket, sir?

What? Oh, uh,
thank you, Diello.

- Morrison will be
there directly, sir.

Thank you.

Turn on that lamp,
will you, Diello?

Yes, sir.

Oh, uh, this bulb
must be burnt out, sir.

I'll have it replaced.

Yes, sir?

Morrison, sorry to awaken you.

Get this dispatch
off to Whitehall at once.

Have this coded
and classified
as most secret.

Upon representation
from Turkish foreign office,

there is strong reason
to believe--

Diello, will you
shut the door, please?

There is strong reason
to believe that von Papen

is in possession
of top-secret information,

which would indicate
leak in security here...

- Upon receipt of this highly
classified message,

the foreign office in London
took immediate action.

Let me read you
what we received
from Ankara early this morning.

"Upon representation
from Turkish foreign office,

"there is strong
reason to believe

"that von Papen is in possession
of top-secret information,

"which would indicate
leak in security here,

"or Nazi access
to secret documents,

or possibility
have broken British
diplomatic cipher."

- Colin Travers, a special agent
of British counterintelligence,

left London by plane
next morning,

bound for Istanbul.

Colonel von Richter
of the Gestapo
counterespionage service

left Berlin by plane
the same day.

Travers and Colonel von Richter
arrived at Istanbul
the same evening

and boarded
theAnatolian Express.

They reached Ankara
next morning.

Von Richter carried
a Swiss passport

identifying him
as Herr Rudolf Hodler,

a tobacco buyer
from Bern, Switzerland.

He was met at the station

by a Gestapo agent
named Siebert

and immediately escorted
to the German embassy

to confer with Herr von Papen.

Travers was greeted
outside the station
by Keith Macfadden,

a British agent attached
to the embassy at Ankara.

Macfadden.

Glad to see you,
Travers.

- They left without delay

to meet with
the British Ambassador.

To begin with, sir,
I think we must assume

that the source
of information to the Nazis

is someone here
at the embassy.

After that--All our personnel
and permanent employees

have had previous
security clearance
from London.

without a security clearance.

Where do you store
classified information?

Right there in my safe,
and in the First Secretary's.

What about the code room?

Under guard day and night.

Don't you think
it most likely, sir,

that this lamentable
lapse in security

Was due to some
unintentional slip of the lip
at some party or reception?

My lips are not
in the habit of slipping,
Mr. Travers.

Nor do I imply
that they are, sir.

But our material does pass
through other hands.

It might pass
through other lips.

Macfadden was telling me
about an unattached lady,

a certain Countess Staviska.

Thank you, Diello.

You were saying?

A certain Countess Staviska.

It seems she has quite recently
and suddenly begun to entertain.

Informal,
gay little gatherings.

I assume some
of our embassy personnel
have attended from time to time.

The Countess has
a wide circle of friends,

which, I'm happy to say,
has included me for some time.

And that circle, no doubt,

would also include
Herr von Papen
and his associates.

Mr. Travers, the Countess
is doing her very best,
I assure you,

to live neutrally
in a neutral country.

Under the circumstances--

According to Mac here,
her circumstances

have taken a startling change
for the better.

Does anyone know
the source of her
sudden good fortune?

I cannot see
that it concerns anyone
but the Countess Staviska,

and I certainly cannot see
what the source of her income
has to do with our problem.

Now, I'm probably
just a gossip.

But maybe that's
why I like my work.

Counterespionage
is the highest form of gossip.

It is obvious that Cicero
is paying the bills
for the Countess.

Why else would he choose her
villa for his next rendezvous
with Moyzisch?

What a strange, and sudden,
and perfect relationship.

Too strange, too sudden,
and too perfect.

The unknown Cicero
and the well-known countess.

Well-known
for her anti-German sentiments.

Yet only recently,
she pleaded with me personally

for an opportunity
to work in our interest.

At the suggestion
of British intelligence,
no doubt.

Colonel von Richter,

just what will convince you

that Cicero is
what he says he is,

a spy selling us
genuine documents
of great value

for a great sum of money?

I've come here
to convince myself,
Herr von Papen,

one way or the other.

A talk with Cicero might help.

Moyzisch...

when do you
meet him next?

In the villa,
next Thursday evening.

Then you will arrange

for Mr. Hodler,
the Swiss businessman,
to be present.

I think it's preferable
that Moyzisch

remain our only contact
with Cicero.

I'm afraid
you do not understand
why I'm here, Excellence.

I've come to Ankara
to relieve you of all
the responsibility

in our relations with Cicero.

I cannot be relieved
of that responsibility

except by the order
of Foreign Minister Ribbentrop.

General Kaltenbrunner
expressed the hope

that you would not
force him to bypass
Herr Ribbentrop

and bring the matter
directly to the Fuehrer.

What further instructions
has the Gestapo for me?

In the future,

all documents from Cicero
will be sent directly to Berlin.

Those which
General Kaltenbrunner
feels are pertinent

to your diplomatic mission

will then be transmitted to you.

Moyzisch, do what you can

to make the Colonel's stay
in Ankara a comfortable one.

Thank you.

Yes.

I'll call him out.

Yes, of course.

Oh, Monsieur Hodler,

there's a gentleman here
who wishes to see you privately.

You had a business appointment,
I believe.

I believe so.

I'll take you to him.

I'm indebted
to Herr Moyzisch

for suggesting that I ask you
to our little musical evening.

The honor is mine, madame.

I hope you haven't
found it too subdued.

On the contrary,
it's been exactly
as I would've wished it.

Have you known
Herr Moyzisch long?

We have been
business associates
for some time.

Are you, too, a diplomat,
Monsieur Hodler?

I suppose you could
call me a middleman.

There are so many
Swiss middlemen.

It seems to be
a national occupation.

What could be more natural?

After all, we Swiss have been
in the middle for hundreds
of years.

- Come in.

I'll see that
you're not disturbed.

Colonel von Richter.

Sit down, please.

Moyzisch tells me you're to be
the new intermediary.

That's correct.

Sent from Berlin by
General Kaltenbrunner,
I should imagine,

to see to it that von Papen
Keeps his hands off
the information I supply.

Havanas,
the finest money can buy.

I approve of the change.

Moyzisch is conscientious,
but not very bright,

and too well-known in Ankara.

It will be safer for me
to deal with you.

Your security is a matter
of great concern to us.

I'm happy to hear it.
I share your concern.

For this reason,
I must ask you
about the countess.

Have you told her who I am?

Of course not.

Does she know the nature
of your business?

No.

Then just what
is her relation--

My dear Colonel,
I did not invite you here
to discuss my private affairs.

We have some business
to transact.

Did you bring the money?

As always, you will
be paid after we've
developed the film.

During the past six weeks,

I've sold Moyzisch
50 photographs,

all of genuine secret documents.

That's proof enough
of my good faith.

Henceforth, you will
pay on delivery.

The money.

Possibly you're
no longer interested

in the strategic plans
of the Allies

for the entire
Mediterranean area.

You mean...

a second front?

I do not know
the number of the front.

I do know
that in these documents,

Mr. Churchill keeps referring
to "the soft underbelly
of Europe."

Of course, I could take the film
to von Papen

and ask that he himself
query the German High Command
as to their interest.

Very well.

Why, you had it
with you all the time.

Who are you, anyway?

If I told you I was, say,

the valet
to the British ambassador,

would you believe me?

Certainly not.I see.

Then at least satisfy
my personal curiosity
on one point.

Why are you selling us
information?

I thought that was
self-evident. For money.

But you must have
some other motive.

Perhaps you share our disgust
with British decadence

or our faith
in the future of Germany.

Colonel von Richter,
if I have a disgust
for anything,

it is poverty.

And if I have faith
in the future of anything,

it's in the future of money.

But I cannot understand
why, on the one hand,
you sell us information

which will help us
to win the war,

and on the other hand,
you insist upon being paid

in money with
a very dubious future,
British pounds.

What makes you think
I think Germany
will win the war?

Apart from
all other considerations,

apparently, you attach
little importance
to these documents.

In the first place,
I cannot sell you the ability

to make proper use
of the information
I get for you.

In the second place,
by informing a man
about to be hanged

of the exact size, location,
and strength of the rope,

you do not remove
either the hangman

or the certainty
of his being hanged.

I'm sure you'll want
to rejoin your friends.

One week from tonight
at the same hour,

I shall have more film
for you. Good night.

Good night.

I trust your meeting
was a satisfactory one,
Monsieur Hodler.

Quite satisfactory,
thank you, madame.

And that you will
honor us again soon.

The honor will be mine, madame.

Good night.

How charmingly
you Swiss click your heels.

An old Swiss custom?

Good night.

You may retire.

Just turn out the lights.

Thank you, madame.

A profitable evening?

Profitable enough
to bring the total
to £75,000.

Another six
or seven weeks
should do it.

Diello, why don't you
stop now?

Why go on playing with fire?

What makes you think I am?

Oh, don't treat me
like an idiot child.

Your friend Hodler,
he isn't Swiss.

Oh?

I know a Prussian
when I see one.

Does it matter to you?

Your safety matters to me.

So many people
are concerned
about my safety.

I never felt more secure.

Well, I don't,

and my security
depends upon yours.

Forgive me.

I keep thinking
of myself as a man.

I keep forgetting
I'm a valet who pays dividends.

Must you leave so soon?

I mustn't stay
away from the embassy
any longer than necessary.

I can't see
why a man as rich as you

should go on
pressing the trousers
of the British ambassador.

That's where I get my money.

I steal the loose change
from his pockets.

Before you go, Diello,
get me a drink...

will you?

Tell me, where do
you plan to settle

when you leave
for South America?

Rio.

I've never been there.

There's nothing like it
in the world.

When did you decide
to go there?

It's go back.

I decided that
the moment I first saw it

many years ago.

I was a cabin boy
on a dirty tramp steamer.

I can remember
standing at the rail,

looking up at a villa
high on a mountainside
above the harbor.

I could see a man on a balcony
looking down at my ship.

He was wearing
a white dinner jacket.

He seemed close enough to touch,

and yet he was beyond
the reach of anyone.

I swore then that someday

I'd be that man.

You might find
Rio de Janeiro
not to your liking.

Do you have
a nationality, Diello?

Most people
are born somewhere.

You're not
a native Englishman.

What are you?

Albanian.
English by adoption.

You're the only Albanian
I've ever known.

If you know one,
you know them all.

I ran away to sea
when I was a boy.

And then?

Finding myself in England,
It seemed profitable
to become a gentleman,

so I went into service.

As you have pointed out,
I am not yet a gentleman,

but I am the best
of the gentlemen's gentlemen.

Which reminds me the ambassador
will be wondering
what has kept me.

What will you tell him?

That I was detained...
by a Turkish chambermaid.

He might not approve.

Why shouldn't he?

Only a woman of my own class
would want to detain me,

and only a man of my class
would permit her to.

Diello...

Yes, Anna?

On the contrary,

I think I'll find
Rio de Janeiro

very much to my liking.

Anna...

Yes, Diello?

Get me a drink.

- During the next five weeks,

Cicero sold the Germans
35 top-secret documents,

which brought
his growing fortune
to £155,000 sterling.

The Germans were informed
of every secret word

the British ambassador
set to paper,

every secret conference,

every secret pact.

And yet, despite
the unerring accuracy

of the information gathered
from the Cicero documents,

German intelligence
refused to act upon it

out of fear that Cicero
might be a British plant.

As for the British,

they had failed
to uncover any breach
in their security.

Travers grew
increasingly certain

that his first assumption
must have been correct,

that there was no spy
to lay hands on.

And so in your
three years as
her husband's valet,

I'm sure you learned
more about them both

than we could
in a lifetime of investigation.

Infinitely more, sir.

I respect your reluctance
to discuss the private affairs
of a past employer.

It's also reassuring
to me personally,

but, Diello, we are at war.

I understand, sir.

Tell me, did you ever
have occasion to hear

the Countess express
sympathy for the Nazis,
privately or openly?

To my knowledge, sir,
the Countess never spoke
of countries,

political parties, or groups.

The world to her was made up
of individual people

she either liked or disliked.

Would you consider her
to have been pro-German?

The Countess was capable
of being pro-anything

if it made
for a congenial dinner party.

Then would you
consider it possible
under certain circumstances

for her to have become
a German agent?

Only for money, sir.

Of which she has
suddenly acquired
a plentiful supply?

I know nothing
about spies, of course,
and the way they function,

but I can remember
that the Countess had
a remarkable talent

for receiving confidences
from important people.

The Count
always relied upon her

for a great deal of information
that was otherwise
unavailable to him.

Thank you, Diello.
That's all.

Thank you, sir.

I'll be dining
at the American embassy.

You may take
the evening off.

Thank you, sir.

A clever chap.

Because he supports
your theory

that the breach
in our security

was no more than a few
irresponsible remarks

at one of Anna Staviska's
dinner parties?

Well, frankly, sir, that is
a fairly accurate summary

of the report
I was planning
to send to London.

I hope you're right.

The fact remains, however,

that von Papen
still anticipates
every move I make.

You may soon be doing some
anticipating of your own, sir,

about Herr von Papen
and his moves.

How do you mean that?

This is extremely
confidential, of course,

but our cryptographers
in London have just succeeded

in breaking
a German diplomatic code.

A code used
by their embassy here?

That's welcome news,
I must say.

Of course, they'll discard
the code sooner or later,

just as we change ours
periodically,

but for a while,
we'll be eavesdropping
on the German ambassador.

To eavesdrop on von Papen...

a pleasure I've long hoped for.

Nervous, Colonel?

This house is far too dangerous
for meeting here.

I wouldn't be surprised
if the British were watching it.

They haven't yet,
but they will soon.

They suspect the Countess
is a German agent.

Are you serious?

And all the while, you suspected
she was a British agent.

Amusing, isn't it?

Not at all.
Under the circumstances,
we shouldn't have met here.

From now on, we won't.

Do you know the
Aslanhane Mosque
in the Old Quarter?

Moyzisch will find it.

We'll meet in the entrance of it
a week from tonight
at the same hour.

Be sure to take your shoes off.
The Muslims will resent it
if you don't.

Childish.

To them no more childish

than your resenting
someone's hat being on
in church.

What am I buying this week?

An exchange of notes
between the Turks
and the British.

The Turks have decided
to remain ostensibly neutral
for the time being.

Such information's
hardly worth £20,000.

Is good news of no value
to you Germans?

Or are you willing to pay
only for storm warnings
of approaching disasters

you can do nothing about?

There's one disaster
we can do something about,

and about which
it is most important

for us to have full information
as quickly as possible.

Sounds exciting.

A certain code word
has appeared

in several of the documents
you've sold us.

The word is Overlord.

Do you know what it means?

Not the foggiest notion.

We're convinced that Overlord
is the code name

for their so-called
second front,

the invasion plan
for western Europe.

What we must know
is the place and date,
the where and the when.

The where and when
of the Allies' invasion
of Europe.

It'd be nice to know.

I can understand
your curiosity.

I'll pay you double
for it, £40,000.

Generous of you,

but is information
of that nature likely
to turn up

at the British embassy
in Ankara?

Don't you read
the documents you sell to us?

Not all of them,
and never thoroughly.

I'm not particularly interested
in what they say.

I usually just photograph
everything in sight that's
stamped "Secret,"

"Most secret,"
and "Top Secret."

Well, for you information,
last week, you photographed
a dispatch from London

to the British ambassador.

It stated
that the ambassador
would receive a copy

of the revised strategic plan
for Overlord within 10 days.

Hmm.

Did you say £40,000?

For the where
and the when.

We'll meet
at the Aslanhane Mosque
one week from tonight.

Do you mind going out
through the garden, Colonel?

Not at all.

You and the Countess
must be running out
of small talk anyway.

Good night.

This was deciphered
from the German code
we've broken?

Yes, sir.

Who's seen it?

You and I, sir, that's all.

But Macfadden should hear it.
I'll need his help.

"From German embassy, Ankara,
to Reich Foreign Minister,
Berlin.

"In reply to your query
concerning authenticity
documents obtained from Cicero,

"am firmly convinced
material genuine.

"Cicero lives within
British embassy.

"Obviously has access
to top-secret information.

"Kaltenbrunner's failure
to evaluate documents

"and von Richter's refusal
to make them available to me
tragic blunder.

"Strongly urge you to bring this
matter to personal attention
of the Fuehrer."

Signed, von Papen.

Cicero. Cicero.

It's obviously a code name
for their informer.

Where do we start?

With your permission, sir,
I'll order a house search
at once.

It's hardly likely our friend,
Cicero, has left anything
incriminating lying about,

but something might turn up.

But one thing is sure,
an open search would
put him right on his guard.

That can't be helped.

If we can't catch this spy,
we've got to frighten him.

Perhaps frighten him
enough to make him stop
for a while.

At any rate,
we'll gain time.

Gentlemen, for the present,
I'm forced to leave this matter
in your hands.

As you know, I'm expected
in Cairo tomorrow evening.

Until my return,
you may, of course,
take all the security measures

you consider necessary.

But one thing,
I suggest the combinations
of the safes be changed

and safety devices installed.

Of course.
What about assistance?
Do you have enough men?

We have four agents
in Ankara on other assignments.
I can reassign them to this.

Whatever you think.

Tell me, Travers, do you have
any idea who it might be?

A dozen members of the staff
have access to classified
material,

code clerks, attachés,
undersecretaries,
First Counselor, and so on,

Macfadden, you, and I.

In short, Cicero could be
any one of us.

Yes, sir, any one of us.

There you are, sir.

It will be a few days before
I get the combination changed,

but the alarm is on
and ready to go.

Well, just so that
I don't set it off by myself,

you'd better explain again
how it works.

There's nothing to work, sir.

If you were to turn
that dial 1/16 an inch
in either direction,

the alarm would go off.
To cut off the alarm--

I'm sorry
to disturb you, sir.

Shall I pack your uniforms?

I won't be needing them.
Thank you, Diello.

Very well, sir.
I'll close your bags.

By the way, don't be upset

if Mr. Macfadden should
ransack my quarters
while I'm gone.

There will be
no need of that,
I'm sure, sir.

- Stone is wet,
cold and wet.

Acceptable to
Mohammedan feet perhaps,
but not to mine.

He's 22 minutes late.

It's the first time.
He's never been late before.

You say he hasn't been
to the villa this week?

Siebert has kept
a day-and-night watch.

Cicero hasn't appeared once.

And the Countess?

She has not entertained.

She's gone out
a few evenings, alone.

Cigarette.

Can it be possible, sir,
that the British have
found him out?

It can also be possible that
the British have known about him
all the time.

Curious, how easily Cicero
acquired the documents
he wanted to sell.

When only once
we named the documents
we wanted to buy,

mysteriously, he's failed
to deliver it.

Light.

What does the Colonel
propose to do now?

Precisely nothing.

All spies in time
outlive their usefulness,

and I'm afraid, Moyzisch,

that your friend Cicero
has just about outlived his...

if any.

Voilà.

Well done, SeñoraAntonini.

It was nothing, señor.

One of my many pleasant
wifely duties.

How much did they cost?£5,000.

Another 1,000
for a set of papers
to go with them,

birth and marriage certificates,
that sort of thing,

and another 1,000
to help him forget all about us.

Money well spent.
What about the tickets?

Two first-class compartments
in separate cars

on the Istanbul Express
leaving tomorrow evening.

And the ship?

An Argentine passenger freighter

sailing from Istanbul
direct to Rio.

When?Day after tomorrow
at sundown.

Now, remember, you're to take
no notice of me whatsoever
on the train.

When we reach Istanbul,
we'll go aboard the ship
at once.

How did it go at the bank?

The size of the deposit
created quite a stir.

The manager of the bank
seemed extremely curious,

but I managed to satisfy
his curiosity on all points
when he took me to lunch.

And?

He will personally expedite
the transfer of funds.

The papers will be ready
tomorrow morning.

How much did that cost?

Another 1,000...

and all of my powers
of persuasion...

this side of respectability.

A little overgenerous, perhaps.

Now, let's see,
5, 7, 9,000 for expenses.

That leaves roughly £130,000.

In dollars, about 600,000.

In Brazilian cruzeiros,
about 11 and a half million.

Plus the £40,000
you're getting tomorrow.

I've pulled out of that
particular transaction.

The market's getting shaky.
I've decided to retire.

You have before you
an Argentine gentleman
of leisure

about to take up residence
in Brazil.

I'm glad. We have more
than enough, anyway.

We?

We have more than enough?

My dear, SeñoraAntonini,

where I come from,
a man's money is his own.

And if his wife is a good wife,
he gives her some
from time to time.

Will you miss
being a countess?

Not for a moment.

Not for one moment.

Diello.

Here's the official
correspondence,

the ambassador's personal mail.

Will you keep it for him?

I'm leaving
for the weekend.

Will His Excellency
return tomorrow as he planned?

Not till Sunday.
I put a list of his calls
on the desk.

What a pity, sir,

that so few ladies use
perfumed letter paper
these days.

A great pity.

Perhaps you'd better lock up
that mail, too, Diello.

As you wish, sir.

Oh, Diello.

Weren't you away
from the embassy

between 9:00 and 10:00
last night?

Yes, sir.

Would you mind accounting
for your movements?

Not at all, sir.
I walked for a while
on the boulevard,

stopped for a drink
at the Yuksel Palas,

then back to the embassy.

Oh, one other question
about the Countess again.

Do you remember
any particularly close friends
she may have had in Switzerland?

Did she go there often?

Very often, sir.

The Countess was extremely
fond of Switzerland.
She went every spring.

Oh, then that explains it.

The Countess left by plane
for Switzerland this morning.

I hope she can enjoy it
in the style to which
she's accustomed.

That shouldn't be any problem.

She took £130,000 with her.

You ready, Mac?

I'm calling
for His Excellency
the British ambassador.

I have a message
for the Countess Staviska.

Madame left for Switzerland
this morning, sir.

I don't know, sir.

Madame said it was
for an indefinite stay.

Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.

Yes.

Yes.

No, I can give you
no information, Your Excellency,

beyond the fact
that the Countess Staviska
has withdrawn all of her funds.

Yes. You are very welcome.

Yes, yes.

I can reach
Colonel von Richter immediately.

Tell the Colonel I can get
the merchandise he wanted.

However, I cannot deliver it
here in Ankara.

No, it's quite impossible.
I'm being watched too closely.

I shall have to ring off now.

Tell the Colonel I'll arrange
a meeting place in Istanbul.

I'm leaving this evening.

I'll call you
at the German consulate
in Istanbul tomorrow.

He didn't speak to anyone
at the bar.

He made a couple of phone calls
and then came back here.

I think you're
on the wrong track
sniffing after Diello.

After all, he didn't bat an eye
when you told him
about the Countess.

There's something about him.
There's something about him.

Why, for one thing,
should he go out to a cafe
to make a few phone calls?

What do you want?

Is it all right
if I clean office now?

Not now.
His Excellency won't
be back until tomorrow.

But it's necessary
I wash windows
while it's still daylight.

Not now, I said!
Come back later.

Did you see him?

Who?

Turn off the alarm.
Open it.

Diello!

Where's Diello?

He just ran out.
Seemed to be chasing someone.

Follow him, Johnson.
Find him, and stick with him.

Shall I try to hold him?

Just find him
and report back.

Get off a dispatch to London.

I want all available information
on Diello flown to me here
at once.

Give me that dispatch case.

Nothing seems to be missing.

How many letters
have you there?

Four. We locked up five.

That letter.

The perfumed letter gone,

but nothing out
of the dispatch case.

That's odd.

Macfadden.

Photographs.

Have Burrows and Murray
watch the approach
to the German embassy.

We've got to keep him
from delivering that film.

It'll be sticky grabbing him
in public.

Our Turkish friends
might not like it.

If we can't kidnap him,
Macfadden,

we'll have to kill him.

There's a little matter called
Operation Overlord we've got
to consider.

Send a man out to the airport.

After Johnson gets back,

you and I will get out
to the railroad station.

Siebert, you and Steuben
take the train to Istanbul
this evening.

Moyzisch and I
will take the plane.

He's bound to be aboard
one or the other.

Shall we go armed, Colonel?

Naturally.
You're to protect yourself
from the British at all costs

until we get that film.

And after that?

After that, Moyzisch,
it will be up to Cicero
to protect himself,

from the British...

and from us.
That's all.

[PA announcement
in Turkish]

This is the car.
I couldn't see
which compartment exactly.

Try them all.

Excuse me.

Pardon me.

I will not fail you, sir.

This compartment
is occupied, gentlemen.

May I see your reservation?

We didn't have time
to get one.

If possible, we'd like
to purchase a compartment
in this car.

I'm sorry.
There are none available.

We'd be happy to make it
worth your while.

There are none
available, gentlemen.

I shall have to ask you
to move on to the next car.

Might as well put that away
and fill your pipe instead.

There's nothing to do
between here and Istanbul

but see to it that
none of them get off.

Do you suppose the Nazis
have already got the films?

No.

They wouldn't be
playing watchdog
for him if they did.

They're gonna
take good care of him
until he hands it over,

and that will be
somewhere in Istanbul.

- And so, by the time
you receive this,
my dear ambassador,

I shall be far away
from Ankara,

far away from intrigue,
and uncertainty,

and humiliation.

I shall be settled, I hope,

in a new life of peace,
and security, and self-respect.

You have spoken
so often to me,
my dear friend,

of Diello, the perfect valet,
who served my late husband

and who serves you now.

Surely, I can offer
no greater proof
of my affection for you

and my devotion
to the Allied cause

than to inform you now

that your trusted Diello
is a German spy.

I know that both you
and your government--

Just a few minutes, sir.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Did you sleep well?

I slept extremely well.

Guards to the left of me.
Guards to the right of me.

You are my bodyguards,
aren't you?

Or are you my assassins?

We are to see that no harm comes
to you from the British.

Honored. Puts me right
in a class with Norway,
and Denmark, and Holland,

and any number of things
you're protecting
from the British.

Besides, if anyone
were to lay a hand on me,

I could expose
and ruin this film
in a matter of seconds.

You're in no danger at all.

We will stay at your side
and see you safely
to the German consulate.

Don't be whimsical.

I've come to give you
a message for Moyzisch.

Tell him he's to meet me
at Hakkim's Restaurant
near the watchtower

at 6:00 sharp this evening.

We would prefer you come
to the German consulate
at the same hour, if you like.

No, thank you,
although I'm tempted.

So many more people go
into German consulates
than come out.

I've often wondered
what possible attraction
could keep them there so long.

We must have some guarantee
that you have the film.

I thought you were
the silent partner.

Here's all the guarantee
you'll need.

Don't unwrap it.

It's a strip of film.

Have Moyzisch develop it,
and you'll see a piece
of the document

that Colonel von Richter
wants to buy.

I'll deliver the rest of it
when Moyzisch meets me
and pays me £100,000.

100,000?

I forgot to tell you,
I raised the price.

Ready, Moyzisch?

Yes, sir.

Remember to be
extremely friendly.

Give him the money first.

As soon as you have
the other portion of the film,

come straight back here.

Yes, sir.

You know what to do after that.

There's the problem
of the Turkish police.

It's hardly likely
you'll choose to kill Cicero

on a crowded street
or in the presence
of a policeman.

On the other hand,
it's hardly likely
he'll go to the police himself,

not with 100,000 British pounds
in his pocket.

Yes, sir.

And good luck.

No luck?

This city was created by Allah

primarily for
the convenience of spies.

Nobody ever found
anybody in Istanbul.

Nothing going on here.

Von Richter
and Moyzisch went in.

Likewise, our two playmates.

Nobody's come out.

Yet.

Moyzisch, my dear colleague,
I'm delighted to see you.

It's far too early
for civilized dining,

but I have a busy evening
before me.

Will you have something to eat?

I'm not hungry.

Do you feel faint perhaps?

Then sit down
and have some Turkish
banana brandy.

It stimulates the blood
and makes heroes of all
who drink it.

I must accustom myself
to pouring drinks
from a sitting position.

It isn't easy
to break the habits
of a lifetime.

Let's get on
with the business.

Did you bring all of it?

100,000?

If I were a gentleman,

I would assume
that the money is all here.

Unfortunately,
I shall not be a gentleman
until I've finished counting it.

Do you speak English?

A little.

I'm looking for a friend.

He may be in a private room.

Do you have private rooms?

It's occupied.

Then he must be in there.
I'll just--

I am sorry.
He not wish to be disturbed.

But he's expecting me.

I'm sorry.

You will sit here, please.

There's a time
for using your wits

and a time for blasting away.

No blasting away
in this room.

Those two dimwitted
supermen would drop us

before we got clear
of this table.

But he may be handing
over the films this minute.

As of this minute,
we don't want the films.
They're worthless.

Plans can be changed, you know.

We want Cicero,
and we want him alive,

so he can tell us just how much
the Nazis have found out.

Come to think of it,

for exactly the same reasons,

the Nazis must want him
very much dead.

- You're balmy.
You're completely balmy.

- He'll jump at it.

My friend may not know
we're waiting.

Would you give this
to him, please?

Yes, sir.

How can I ever
thank you enough

for your hospitality,
courtesy, and kitchen?

It is always a joy
to see you, Diello.

It takes me back to old times.

Thank you.
No answer required.

Who was that note from?

What was in it?

Would you like to purchase
a photograph of it?

Why so nervous, Moyzisch?

This is the greatest
day of your life.

When you die, Hitler
will dip you in bronze
and name streets after you.

Can't you count a little faster?

Haste makes waste.

You've grown fond of me,
is that it?

You're troubled
because you know that
I haven't much longer to live.

Those two men are
here to protect you
from the British.

Which two men?
I didn't say anything
about two men.

Really, Moyzisch,
you and your guilty conscience

and big mouth.

Here is the film.

Has it occurred to you
that our roles are now reversed?

The British may try to kill you.

How does it feel being me?

Keep a stiff upper lip,
Moyzisch.

That's one thing
I have learned from the British,
the importance of an exterior.

Mr. Travers, I'm touched
by your solicitude.

I'm happy to accept
your offer of protection.

Imagine me, of all men,
with a British sword
and a British shield.

Personally, I'd rather
slit your throat.

Impractical. In that case,
I'd be unable to tell you
the things you want to know.

You have no idea
how confused the Nazis will be
to see you protecting me.

They still half suspect
I've been a British plant
all along.

We'll see you safely to a taxi
and then to the British
consulate.

That'll be almost back
where I started from.
No, thank you.

We'll walk away together
and then say good-bye.

Listen, Diello,
we'll protect you
from the Gestapo,

but we intend to take you alive.

I have no intention
of being taken alive.

We'll get the Turkish police
to arrest you.

It's against the law here
to carry a weapon, Macfadden.

Did you know that?

However,
first things first.

Shall we begin
by startling the Nazis
with your concern for my safety?

You seem to disapprove of me.

You're the most
cold-blooded thief, traitor,
and criminal I've seen

in a lifetime
of looking at human trash.

What a pity.

I rather hoped
I'd look like a gentleman.

Cicero and the British?

Put that away.
Too many people.

Our shoes. They're saying
something about our shoes.

What's the matter
with our shoes?

Halt!

You must believe me, Colonel.
The British held us off.

They were protecting him.

Nonsense.

But they let him get away, sir.

What's more,
back in the restaurant,
they passed Cicero a note.

It has no logic.
It does not make sense.

An urgent dispatch for you, sir,

from His Excellency
the ambassador.

Moyzisch!

What's the delay?

I spoiled the first print.

What?

I was nervous.
But a second one
is almost ready.

Oh, hurry up.

Here it is, sir.

They fit together perfectly.

"D-Day for Operation Overlord

"is tentatively set
for early June,

along the coast of Normandy
and Cherbourg Peninsula."

Colonel, did you hear it?

Yes, I heard.
Now you hear this.

An urgent dispatch
from von Papen.

"We have just received
personal letter from
Countess Anna Staviska,

"naming Cicero as British agent.

"Am unable to corroborate
information

"because Countess
has left country.

"But in view
of her past efforts,
to ingratiate herself with us,

am compelled to believe
her charge is true."

I don't believe it.

I've always believed it,
from the first.

I told you so!

I know the British
and their childish tricks.

I don't believe it!

The earlier documents,
they were genuine.

Events proved them genuine!

Of course. They had to be,

so that we would swallow
that big lie, that one!

I nearly paid with
my life for this!

I knew it!

I knew it all along.

Dinner is served, señor.

Two gentlemen have come
to see you, señor.

Your banker
and another gentleman.

SeñorDa Costa at this hour?

Very well.
Have them come out.

SeñorDa Costa.
An unexpected pleasure.

SeñorAntonini, please
forgive this intrusion.

May I present my friend
Señor Santos?

I'm honored, SeñorSantos.

I've looked forward
to meeting you, señor.

Please sit down, gentlemen.
Will you join me for dinner?

Thank you, señor.
We have dined.

Some wine, perhaps?

SeñorAntonini is
already known in Rio
for his exquisite taste in wine.

Are you associated
with the bank, too,
SeñorSantos?

No, señor. With the
Brazilian Department
of Investigation.

Ah. Then I assume
you investigate
Argentine citizens

who settle
in your beautiful city.

Among other things, yes.

And have you discovered
some irregularity in my papers?

No, señor.
Your papers are all
perfectly in order.

Uh, there is
an irregularity,
however, señor.

It is a matter
of your account at the bank.

Am I overdrawn?

As of yesterday, I had
approximately 7 million
cruzeiros in my account.

I was referring to the bank
draft with which you
purchased this villa.

As I recall that transaction,
I paid the full sum in cash,
£25,000 sterling.

That is correct.

What seems to be
the difficulty?

The money
has been returned.

What on Earth for?

It's counterfeit.

You have a distorted
sense of humor, señor.

The money is counterfeit.

So is the money you exchanged
for Brazilian currency.

It is all counterfeit.

Believe me, señor,
I do not wish to leap
to conclusions.

A gentleman of your
obvious refinement,

perhaps you are
an unfortunate dupe.

This currency has been
in circulation for months,

and the British authorities
have only recently detected
the forgery.

I have samples here
of every series
in your possession.

They are the most
skillful facsimiles
I have ever seen.

SeñorAntonini,
I implore you to cooperate.

You see, we know
that these counterfeit notes
were printed in Germany.

The British have
established that
beyond a shadow of a doubt.

So far they have turned up
in three places,

here in Brazil,

in Turkey,
and in Switzerland.

Switzerland?

Over 100,000
counterfeit British pounds
were confiscated there recently

in the possession
of a political refugee, a lady.

It would be in your interest
to tell us where and how
you got this money.

Switzerland?

Believe me, señor,
this is no laughing matter.

It is my unhappy duty
to inform you that
you are under arrest.

Anna.

I beg your pardon?

Anna. Poor Anna.