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What have you told the children?

They think she's working.

They're going to have to know sooner or later.

I'd rather they got used to her not being around before I tell them she's

going to come home.

People are rather nervous at the moment.

Fiona's upturned quite an apple cart.

I lived with Fiona for 12 years, Silas. How could I not have known?

Do you think I knew?

None of us knew.

Damn it, Bernard, I recruited her. I should have been the first to spot

something.

She was pretty thoroughly vetted by me.

Oxford?

Yeah, we slipped a rim of the Trotskyites in 68.

Perhaps some of it stuck to him.

Was it you who warned Fiona?

It was a nice piece of timing, though, wasn't it?

Just enough leeway for her to slip out of the country. Not quite enough leeway

for her to get hold of the kids.

You know, I might have done the same thing myself.

Except it all tends to catch up on you in the end.

Well, what is it, a joke?

Hugo Storch is alive and well and living in Mexico City.

Storch was the name of a math teacher we had at school in Berlin, a die -hard

old Nazi.

Hugo.

It was the first name of a famous profiteer he used to rant and rave

So?

Hugo's second name was Stinnis.

The KGB bloke who nobbled you in East Berlin?

Exactly. This office put out an alert for him.

You don't have to tell me that, old boy. I find the alert myself.

We do try to keep our fingers on the pulse.

Werner's trying to tell us in his oblique way that Erich Stinnis is in

City.

And what's Werner doing in Mexico?

He's on holiday.

Fiona's business has pulled this whole office apart.

You do realise that, don't you?

Brett's lost his Brahms empire.

Death can start in search of a role.

There's no more dangerous an animal the length and breadth of Whitehall, believe

me.

He's trying to muscle in on me, Bernard.

And you.

Do you know what he said the other day?

that the protection of your children was costing the British taxpayer the

equivalent of an exocet every ten days.

It would only be cheaper to have them put down.

Chagger? Oh, thank you.

I mean, what does your friend Werner want?

It's only that it's on our wanted list.

Werner's telling us where to find him.

They'll be getting paid, I suppose.

You're my department head.

I'm reporting it, that's all.

I'm sorry, sir. Mr. Samson. All right, I'll, I'll, I'll.

We've had to see you.

I'm sorry, sir.

He's, he's a German vet. Oh.

Oh, look, your next name is, is, is Norman, rather.

Major Eric Stinnett.

Okay. Is that name in rank verify?

Well, it is. Your own German vet can tell us, Mr. Dickey.

Looked pretty silly if they got the name wrong.

When you were arrested, what was the first time you saw him?

I saw him the night before when Rob Mouser got picked up.

Here we are, sir.

Yes, wouldn't you be a dear and run it on the thingy for me, Anna?

We're good at all this technology, lark. Yes, sir.

Oh, who arrested you, then?

I met up with Major Spinnett in the middle of a wood.

Well, what happened for God's sake?

He had a gun and I didn't.

Basic as that, was it?

So then he took you down to Normanstrasse for interrogation?

No, not exactly.

He'd been told to leave me alone till someone else arrived.

All ready for you now?

Thanks.

Who?

Fiona.

Oh, it's not all here.

Oh, really?

About as much information as on the back of Werner's postcards.

Well, hop on a plane, check it out.

Oh, Mexico?

Hmm. Don't just jump on a plane to places like that. Full of diseases.

Have to have jabs and things.

Tell me, how did you react to Fiona?

He was very, very surprised.

Yes, well, even I can't write a memo on what we've got here.

But, if you won't bump it up a bit.

I mean, flesh him out, would you, Bernard?

We are little more than prisoners here.

Unfortunately, everyone's queuing up to pick your brain.

Debriefing is often like that.

You also have come to pick my brains?

Only a name, I'm afraid.

For a Russian, he's quite Berlinerisch.

Been there a long time, married a local girl.

But I never met him.

Did you ever hear mention of my wife in Berlin?

Your wife was too important for the Berlin office.

She must have been run direct from Moscow.

I imagine her arrival in Berlin would have been something of a shock for you,

Mr. Stenis.

Travel, Warren.

You can't be serious.

Mexico City.

The two postcards and three lines of CV.

Someone obviously thinks we can find something out.

Brett Rensselaer. And the DJ.

Why me?

I've hardly been trusted to walk home alone for the past few weeks.

You're the only man in London who can positively identify Stinnis.

Oh, you care to peruse that?

It's an armful of needles.

And then tacos and tequila for you and me, Bernard.

Don't believe it.

Henry!

Henry! Oh, Bernard, Bernard!

Bernard Sampson, he's one of my chaps from the German desk. Henry Tipperary

the Epitaph. It's too late to go to drink. Bye, bye, bye.

What are you doing with the Epitaph? It's my name.

Silver or para -coffin?

You're not here for a holiday, Henry.

You know me. Anything I can do to help.

Yes, well, you're an old Mexican ass.

We'll need ears for the ground, won't we, Bernard?

Yes, just as long as they don't belong to the cousins.

The cousins are very knowledgeable.

After all, this is their backyard.

I don't suppose the Mexicans quite see it that way.

No, I suppose not.

But the CIA will be sure to get to know that you're here.

Yes, on balance, I think we are obliged to cooperate.

At least formally.

Why?

Afraid of getting your hand dirty, Samson?

You're damn right, tip three.

Here are the keys to my car, Dickie.

Take care of them, and I'm rather fond of them.

Oh, Henry's all right.

I never knew him very well at Balliol, but he's quite sound.

Kill your bloody vermin if he's brought us here on a wild goose chase.

Take the break for any option?

Maybe you.

You've got nothing to lose.

A dozen people after my job.

You'll think your sweet fanny Brett will have a firm foot inside my door by the

time we get back home.

This is Bernard Sampson, my oldest friend and colleague.

Oh, and this is Mr. Croyer.

Dickie Croyer. I hope you had a pleasant flight, Mr. Croyer.

Dickie, please.

One postcard from me and both of you arrive.

I'm flattered.

Two. Two postcards.

So, tell me, where exactly did you see this Stinnes chap?

We met him at the Kronprinz.

Kronprinz?

A club for German businessmen.

Real German beer and good German food.

How do you know it's him?

It is Stinnes, 100%. Antonis Amiskat.

Maybe your Irish dinners is even more important than you think.

Only the top of the KGB get Western credit cards.

Yes, I'm afraid we do have to make a positive identification.

That's why I brought Bernard here with me.

Yes, that's him, all right.

Does it mean you can go back home to London now?

Let him come back and have a meal first.

What a lovely house for a holiday, Mrs. Walton.

The lowest of poor Biedermann.

He was at school with us in Berlin. The only one who ever made any money.

You know, of course, this stint...

Could be running agents into California.

Silicon Valley, something like that.

I think we could get in ahead of our American friends.

Thank you, that looks good.

It'd give us negotiating power in Washington. We could get good material

penetration just about anywhere in the cousin's backyard.

Dinner's only arrived here two, three weeks ago.

If London Central is interested in Stinnett, it won't be on account of

he might be planning to do in California or the Guadalajara rainforest.

It will be on account of all things he did in Berlin during the last two years.

Do you think so?

Van is not a fool,

Dickie.

Point taken.

Fact is, the people in London, they don't tell me everything that goes on.

I'm just a chap chipping away at the cold face.

Tell me that's what you're doing.

They are.

He's, um... No, loner. Yes, he's a loner.

He probably would never have spoken to us in the first place.

Except he likes pretty girls.

He made out he thought he had recognized Lena from somewhere.

My word, those chilies look good.

Here in Mexico, the chili has sexual significance.

A man who eats hot chilies is thought to be virile.

What's wrong?

Oh, I love chilies.

I always have had a weakness for them.

You know, it's the small, dark -colored ones that really blow your head off.

Tell me about Paul Biedermann.

He's from a wealthy Berlin family.

He has travel companies.

And property in Mexico.

A 20 -story office block in the city and a bloody great villa out on the coast.

The coast where?

Guerrero.

How come you know them, Bernard?

What did you think?

Oh, this is cool.

I'll help you.

Ice cubes are recommended.

How are the kids?

Oh, they're under armed guard.

There are so many guns around them, I hardly get to kiss them goodnight.

Do they know?

They think Fiona's working in Berlin, which is not very far from the truth,

actually.

London Central is giving you a hard time.

Yep.

Everybody blaming everybody else, and most of them ending up blaming me.

Vicky, you know, this whole trip stinks of coincidence.

Then it broke.

Paul beat him at Office of a Holiday in Mexico.

And so, lo and behold, Anastasia Sinits in Mexico.

Well, Paul would do anything for money.

That makes him very dangerous.

You know, you're going to have to make contact.

of this freedom, Vicky.

Such great shots.

Fascinating woman, that Xena Falkman.

Very tasty.

Seems to have a certain say in our business.

I think your container, Falkman Clare, is limited to the birds, the bees,

She's an espionage groupie.

She's probably doing exactly the same as Stinnett.

No,

no, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Gracias. Bernard, Bernard.

I've made a decision.

I'm going up to L .A.

I want to look into the Silicon Valley situation from the California rail.

And you're with the cousin.

Well, it's much better for you to talk to me, isn't it?

There's no sense in me showing the face.

But do keep it informal, Bernard.

Just find out where he is and then go and see him. You think you can do that?

I'll tell you what.

You can use Henry's car.

Por favor.

Gracias.

¿Posible repararlo mi mástico?

Sí, es posible.

Bueno.

¿Tengo cerveza?

En mi casa tengo un changar.

Gracias.

Kaka Biedermann, how far from here?

It's a long way by car.

The road is very bad.

You walk.

I keep the car.

Okay.

Biedermann a friend of yours?

And you see his machine in it.

It's not easy to hide a car.

Vassalina, let's go. The map says 800 kilometers.

Vassalina.

Vassalina. Vassalina. Vassalina.

Vassalina. Vassalina.

Vassalina.

Vassalina.

If you see anything in the road, run it over.

Too many people get killed trying to avoid eyes.

They see shining in the dark.

Hello, Paul.

Hi, sir.

I thought you left with the others.

Is that why you sleep in the jungle?

Well, I thought maybe to come back with the daylight.

Coffee?

I didn't see you arrive.

Well, I was out shooting the lizards.

I hate lizards, don't you?

Those Russians are like Lizzie.

Especially the tall one with the German name.

Boy, you really do have the fat life here, don't you, Paul?

You know the journey in your windowpane has to make the reach here.

I didn't break your precious windows. No, but you didn't stop them.

I was hiding, Paul.

Me and your pals are on different sides. That's something you may not appreciate

too much.

Coffee?

Are you doing business with them?

Them? You know what you're talking about, huh?

You're in this game yourself, aren't you?

How did you get entangled?

What?

What am I supposed to do?

I've got half my family still living over there in Rostov.

Am I supposed to tell the KGB to go to hell?

So they take it out on my aunts and uncles?

Yes, Paul, that's what you're supposed to do.

Well, I did not. I do what they tell me.

Nothing serious, I told them that.

Just run up the mill stuff.

Which is?

Laundry money.

They've got banks for that, Paul. Try again.

Oh, you know how it's done.

Yes, Paul, I know the way it's done.

Don't sneer at me.

Coffee?

I don't do what someone else will do.

I'm going to change the history of the world.

Don't ask me. You're the one that went to university.

Anyway, it's going to be dangerous.

You know what?

I like it, my fat life.

So... I told them the British Secret Service was checking up on me.

So they came out here last night to smash up a few of your plates

Give

me

a lift London might find it useful What do I get in return

I'll put a sacred tab on you that means None of the other NATO

intelligence units will touch you without telling us first. I'll get back

Russians soon enough and they'll take the pressure off you.

I'm not up for safe by the highest bidder, bad I want out.

I'm not going to exchange a master in Moscow for a master in London.

You do make me laugh.

You really think you're the master spy, don't you?

Morning. Morning, Bernard.

Enjoy yourself in L .A.? Very useful trip.

Yes, I see.

I thought we might get out of the carbon monoxide today.

Find business with a little culture for a journey, don't you know?

Would you mind?

Please.

I almost forgot. Frank sent his regards.

Frank? Harrington?

What the hell's Frank Harrington doing in L .A.? Stocking up on Duke Ellington

78. Attending a CIA powwow on Berlin.

We had an interesting chat about Stinnis, though.

My God, Frank's got a fat five.

Good old Frank.

Stinnis. Apparently it's an operational name.

Real name is Nikolai Sadov. He married a German girl.

That didn't go down too well in Moscow.

It makes the blood run chill. The number of human sacrifices they must have made

up there before the conquistadores came.

Great Cortes, when with eagle eyes he stared at the Pacific, silent upon a

in Darien.

You were stout, Cortes, weren't you?

And all his men looked at each other with a wild surmise.

Not bad, Bernard, not bad.

Surmise seems to be the operative word, doesn't it?

Everything is muy complicado.

Muy bloody complicado, actually.

I mean, do you believe the stuff Biederman was telling you?

It's just really a story for him to have made up.

You think Stinnis is over here to run him? Beat him in the monkey nuts.

He'll be run by some stringer out of the embassy, not a KGB major all the way

from Berlin.

Exactly.

And Frank and I are in agreement.

He's on our side, Bernard.

We are definitely going to enroll Stinnis.

You're what? Oh, we, Bernard, we.

It's your operation.

I want the other pyramid in the background, please.

London wants Stinnis enrolled.

Hotshot likes Stinnis.

That's muy complicado, Vicky.

Muy bloody dangerous, too.

So we'll be muy careful, won't we?

Are we getting any help from London?

I thought you were the one who always liked to do things on his own.

So Muggins takes the blame again, as usual, if anything goes wrong.

If I was you, I should take the chance while it's there. You're not exactly

pathona grata with London potential these days.

Oh, don't touch it. Hold.

Re -establish your reputation at Stivis.

Ah, I thought we'd use the delectable Xena for the first approach.

Wait on the hook, Dennis.

I don't want to keep it all very soft, so we'll just see how the cookie comes

around. Ah, now, unfortunately, I'm going to meet a tedious CIA contact in

Acapulco. So I'm desperately sorry, Bernard, but I'm going to have to leave

to sort out the vault.

Erich Stinnes is big game, Bernie.

No one is going to turn him in five minutes.

If London really wants him so badly, I would knock him on the head and ship him

out rolled up in a carpet.

Why so hard on the man?

I like him. He hates my wife.

Is it London really wants him?

Or is it Dickie Cryer's idea?

Dickie saw Frank Carrington in L .A.

Dickie says that's where the decision was made.

Anyone can talk Frank into anything.

Okay, thank you.

You know, Dana could be right about Frank.

I mean, Brett Rensselaer managed to get Dickie five and a half thousand miles

away from his office in London.

With the music playing.

More musical desks than musical chairs, I think. Dear Dickie has suddenly

realized he's got to get home fast before the music stops him with

more than just egg on his face.

What makes you think?

Aristinus wants to change sides.

That's what we've got to find out, Chachin.

How?

According to Dickie, the soft cell. Wait and see how the cookie crumbles.

Whatever that means.

It means Dickie sticks his head in the sand and he's out in the air and waits

for the big bang.

And we make the bag.

Does it mean he's taking me back on the payroll?

Not in so many words, no.

You want me to use Zena to hook him, don't you?

Men do react to her, Father.

Oh, fine, Manny, but he ain't done.

When will we be paid for finding him?

We'll not do any more without payment.

Well, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do about money.

And to my knowledge, London has never paid bounty money.

The crier said there would be a fee.

If he was here, you'd be lucky if he offered you the airfares.

I'm not looking for charity.

We are asking for a finder's fee.

$16 ,000.

And if he don't receive it, I'll make sure Eristinus never believes a single

word you say.

I think you're missing the point, Fraffold.

I would advise you not to say anything to Eristinus that would suggest to him

that either you or Werner have anything to do with London Central.

If the KGB get wind of what we're doing, it won't be just Werner's business

interest they're all closed on.

We're not talking about a football transfer.

Price of failure is somewhat higher.

Let him make the first move.

We wouldn't want anyone to think badly of him.

Look.

Do I have to say I'm sorry or something?

She loves your work, Bernie.

He picked her up at the corn bridge.

Bought her a flower while my back was turned.

Turned for you, of course, Bernie.

Aren't they cozy?

It might be your damn queen and country, but it still makes me feel like

something dirty.

How did Stennis make the first move?

That damn Russian behaved like he owned the bloody place.

He's so arrogant, and of course so polite.

I ask your permission to give

a flower to your very beautiful wife. Yes, you smile, Bernie.

But I felt like stuffing it down his throat.

They started talking about Diego Rivera and Siqueiros.

And Diazena, of course.

She thinks they are bullfighters.

So he asked her how to show her the murals.

Every day. All bloody day.

Do you know how many murals there are in Mexico City?

He's a naturally perfect companion.

He's a walking guidebook. He explains every goddamn revolutionary symbol.

When he saw Karl Marx, he recited the whole of the Capital.

Then it's lunch together.

And an innocent walk in the park.

Nothing with that man is innocent.

He asks me with a smile every morning to come with him.

And every morning, for your sake, Bernie, I tell him I'm otherwise

And thank him with a smile for looking after my wife so well.

Nothing was said until yesterday.

Then he suddenly started to talk about life in the West.

Hello, Liebling. Hello.

I told him today what you told me to tell him. It seemed the right moment.

An English friend of mine would like to meet you in confidence.

Right, your move, Werner. Go with Zena tomorrow.

Use my name with him.

Make sure he knows which game board we're playing on.

Arrange a meeting.

Erich will shoot his own ground.

That's his condition.

And wherever it is, I come along with you.

It's our condition.

I already know where it is.

Where? On Biedermann's boat.

Biedermann?

Tomorrow.

That one was too late.

Two days ago?

Two whole days and you've said nothing.

Excuse me, what do you think this is, a game of hide -and -seek?

You're supposed to be handling stinies as and when and how I tell you.

If you talk to sinners like that, I will drop you over the side of the boat.

Not too late to turn back.

I wouldn't climb alone on a boat with that gorilla.

Nobody's asking it.

I am coming with you.

You can't even swim.

Anyone could be hiding on the boat.

We know and Moscow knows the best way to prevent an enrollment is to kill the

enroller

Last week, over there.

You were crying to me for help.

Don't you start now. Nothing more to do with the Russians.

No!

It isn't me.

It's them.

Him!

I knew nothing about it until last night.

He could have picked up a phone.

With him around here.

This guy is as hard as a mountain.

He walked right in out of the jungle.

He said he would tear out my lungs from the inside.

Don't you worry, Paul. If he doesn't, I will.

Paul tends to exaggerate everything.

And now, seconds out, Sam.

I'm coming with you.