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NARRATOR: 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?

MAN: 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.

NARRATOR: 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.

[woman singing opera in German]

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]

[singing ends]

[crowd applauding]

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.

MAN: 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.

[processional music playing]

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.

[door closing]

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... [grunting] 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.

[clicking heels]

I forgot the money.

[knocking on door]

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.

[music playing]

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?

[laughs]

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.

NARRATOR: 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.

[buzzer buzzing]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.

[door closing]

WOMAN [on telephone]: Yes?

I'm afraid you have to wake Morrison

and ask him to come here at once.

WOMAN [on telephone] Yes, sir.

Will you change back into your jacket, sir?

What? Oh, uh, thank you, Diello.

[intercom buzzing]

WOMAN [over intercom]: 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...

NARRATOR: 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."

NARRATOR: 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.

NARRATOR: 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.

[chuckles] I've never known a self-respecting spy

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.

[chuckles] My incognito.

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.

[playing classical music]

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.

[knocks on door]

DIELLO: Come in.

I'll see that you're not disturbed.

[music ends] [crowd applauding]

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.

[clicking heels]

How charmingly you Swiss click your heels.

An old Swiss custom?

Good night.

[clicks heels]

You may retire.

Just turn out the lights.

Thank you, madame.

[knocking on door]

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.

NARRATOR: 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.

[door closing]

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?

[laughing] 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--

[knocking on door]

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.

[man chanting in Arabic]

VON RICHTER: Stone is wet, cold and wet.

Acceptable to Mohammedan feet perhaps, but not to mine.

[sneezing]

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.

[French song playing]

[knocking on door]

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.

[speaking in Portuguese]

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?

[knocking on door]

[knocking on door]

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.

[alarm sounding]

Did you see him?

Who?

Turn off the alarm. Open it.

Diello!

[alarm stops]

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.

[woman speaking in Turkish]

Excuse me.

[man speaking in French]

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.

[door opening]

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.

ANNA [voice over]: 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.

MACFADDEN: You're balmy. You're completely balmy.

TRAVERS: 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.

[speaking Turkish]

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.

[chanting in Arabic]

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

What's the matter with our shoes?

Halt!

[speaking in German]

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.

[door opening]

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.

[ship's whistle blowing]

Dinner is served, señor.

[woman singing in French]

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.

[laughing]

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

[laughing]

Anna.

I beg your pardon?

Anna. Poor Anna.

[laughing harder]

[music playing]