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Good morning, Mr. Phelps.

To counteract heavy pressure
from their country's young people,

Premier Anton Rojek

and his special adviser,
Josef Czerny,

have summoned
a special congress

of the government-controlled
youth organisation.

Its purpose: To endorse
Rojek's repressive regime.

Your mission,
should you choose to accept it,

is to stop the student congress
from being used as a rubber stamp

and to expose Rojek and Czerny

before the young people
and the world.

As always, should you or any member
of your IM Force be caught or killed,

the secretary will disavow
any knowledge of your actions.

This tape will self-destruct
in five seconds.

Good luck, Jim.

Look at them.
Boys and girls, that's all they are.

Yet as dangerous as dynamite.

They make me uneasy, Czerny.

I should not have allowed you
to call the congress.

You need them, Premier Rojek.
You must use them.

They cannot be trusted.

I have informants down there.

My own men, not yours.
You know what they tell me?

These youngsters worship the memory
of Edward Malik.

Malik, a bourgeois, democratic pig.

Dead
before most of them were born.

His wife, in a mental hospital
and yet he is their hero, not me.

- An exaggeration, premier.
- Don't contradict me, Czerny.

There is an Edward Malik cult.

Then we must eradicate it.

Good, Czerny, good.

Let me warn you.

If the Malik cult
survives this congress,

you will not.

Is this the room
where Peter Malik died?

Yes. Right here.

Poor little fellow,
he survived his father's murder

by only three weeks.

Madame Malik held his hand
as he breathed his last.

An amazing little instrument,
Mr. Phelps,

but I do not imagine
that it has much range.

No, it doesn't.

Barney will be talking to me
from less than a hundred feet away.

Madame Malik is at the Queen Sophia
Mental Hospital on the third floor.

She's quite well

and she feeds the pigeons every day
at 11:00.

When I count to three,
you'll awaken.

One.

Two.

Three.

I don't remember a thing.
Am I under?

Yes.

No matter what so-called truth drug
they use on you,

you'll respond
only to Barney's voice,

and you'll say
only what Barney tells you to say.

Good.

- Mr. Vaclav?
- Yes.

My name is Harkness.
I'm looking for a copy

of former President
Edward Malik's autobiography.

Edward Malik's book has been banned
for over 20 years,

ever since the present government
came into power.

- All of his books are banned.
- Yes, I know that.

But I was told you might have a copy
for special friends.

You're an American.

Well,
then you were sent by Ellsworth.

Markham.

Oh, yes, Markham is our control now,
isn't he?

I'd forgotten.

Do you have any more little tests
for me

or can we get down to business?

What can I do for you?

His name is Peter M�ller.
He lives in Switzerland,

and he's in Carinthia
for the students' congress.

How is this of interest to me?

- Our orders are to kidnap him.
- What?

He has to be
out of the country tonight.

- Why?
- That's of no concern to you.

Can you make
the necessary arrangements?

Yeah.

I suggest you return
at 7 this evening.

I'll be here.
And one more thing.

This message must be gotten
to Madame Malik

at Queen Sophia Hospital.

- Madame Malik?
- Can your people handle it?

All right. I'll see you at 7.

He has no idea of his true identity.

We are taking appropriate steps.

Long live the memory
of Edward Malik. "

Peter M�ller is Peter Malik
and alive? Where did you get this?

He got it from an American spy

who gave it to him
for delivery to Madame Malik.

I took it to the cryptograph section,
had it decoded,

and brought it directly
to His Excellency.

This is incredible.

All our records indicate
that Peter Malik died

while his mother
was trying to escape the country

some 20 years ago.

That has never been proved. Never.

If Peter Malik is alive,

it could provide a focal point
around which the students could rally.

Yet, in that case,

why would the Americans
want to kidnap him?

Perhaps they're being deceived
about M�ller.

Or trying to deceive us.

Let us arrest M�ller for questioning.

No.

Look, even if he is Peter Malik,
what could he tell us?

According to this,
he has no idea of his real identity.

We will make no overt move
for the moment.

Just see that M�ller's at the reception
for the foreign students this evening.

Yes, Your Excellency.

Have the original of that
smuggled to Madame Malik

and see what her reaction is.

And what do we do
about the American?

Mr. Harkness.

Mr. Harkness is another matter.

Vaclav?

Vaclav?

Vaclav will not be able
to keep his appointment with you,

Mr. Harkness.

Arrest him.

Delightful.

Oh, excuse me.

Hello, I'm Premier Rojek.

Yes, I'm Peter M�ller.
Delegate from Switzerland.

M�ller?
Yes, I'm delighted to meet someone

from a truly neutral country,
Mr. M�ller.

And I am honoured to meet you, sir.

I'd like to dedicate this first song

to one of the truly beautiful people,
Premier Anton Rojek.

Come gather around, people

Wherever you roam

And admit that the waters
Around you have grown

And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone

If you don't mind my saying so,
Excellency,

the girl's song is well-dedicated.

I consider you the world's greatest
living statesman.

Of course,
I don't mind you saying so, Mr. M�ller.

I only wish there were more
young men like you in the West.

Sir, there are more of us
than you might imagine.

Really?

Tell me, Mr. M�ller,
have you ever visited Carinthia before?

No, sir, but it was strange.

When the train crossed the border,

I had the feeling that...

I don't know how to explain it.

I felt like an expatriate
coming home.

That your sons and your daughters

Are beyond your command

Your old road is rapidly fading

Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend a hand

For the times, they are a-changin'

Come, writers and critics
Prophesy with your pens

From what you say, Mr. M�ller,

you're apparently a very dedicated
student of Carinthian history.

Oh, yes, sir.

I assume you've read the works
of the late Edward Malik.

Yes, sir.

In my opinion,
the man's own books indict him

as an enemy of the proletariat.

And a puppet, or worse,
of Western imperialism.

Why, he was...

Excuse me, Your Excellency,
may I speak to you privately?

- Certainly, Czerny. Excuse me.
- Of course.

They are a-changin'

Come on
Senators and congressmen

Please heed the call

Don't you stand in the doorway
And don't block up the hall

For he who gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled

There's a battle outside
And it's raging

It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls

Yes, the times, they are a-changin'

The line, it is drawn
The curse, it is cast

And the slow one right now
Will later be fast

And the present right now
Will later be past

Yes, the order is rapidly fading

And I'm telling you
The first one right now

Will later be last

Yes, the times, they are a-changing

The times, they are a-changing

Thank you very much.

Now here's a little song
about the kind of world we all want.

A world at peace in which everyone,
everywhere is free.

Peace and freedom.

You Americans are always singing
about peace and freedom.

But that's all you ever do about it.
Just sing.

- Say, baby, what's bugging you?
- You never work for it.

You're just like a bunch
of little children. Like babies.

You think if you want something, all
you have to do is sing a song about it.

Why don't you just cool it
and let the chick do her thing?

- Why don't you shut up?
- Now, you listen to me.

If you want peace,
you have to fight for it.

If you want freedom, you have to help
the oppressed masses.

You and your stupid songs,
you all make me sick.

That's enough out of you.
If you don't like it here, split.

Don't shove me.

Wait a minute, please.
Please don't fight.

- All right, that's enough.
- Hey, man, what are you...?

- Come with me.
- He started it.

Move.

I'm an American citizen,
I protest against being held like this.

And I demand that I be allowed
to contact my embassy.

All in good time, Mr. Harkness.

All in good time.

Now.

Do you or do you not know
a young man named Peter M�ller?

Peter M�ller? I do not.

Did you not go to the bookshop
of one Florian Vaclav this afternoon?

And ask him to help you kidnap M�ller
and get him out of the country?

No, of course I didn't.

Is Peter M�ller actually Peter Malik,
the son of the late Edward Malik?

Peter Malik? Edward Malik?
What is this?

You tell me, Mr. Harkness.

Well, tell you what?
There's nothing to tell. This is all crazy.

For your own good, Czerny,

perhaps you better let me
handle this.

Now perhaps you could see
the wisdom

of being completely candid with us,
Mr. Harkness.

He made trouble
at the reception upstairs.

I told you before, man.
I didn't make the trouble.

Put him in the holding room
until he cools off.

Yes, sir.
Empty your pockets.

You will leave the book.

Oh, have a heart, man. I gotta
have something to pass the time.

Let me see it.

Premier Rojek's
Theory of the Agrarian Revolution.

- He may keep it.
- Yes, sir.

I would suggest
you read the chapter

on the self-discipline
of the revolutionary cadre.

I'll do that.

Make yourself comfortable.

Oh, this is funky, man. Real funky.

You personally smuggled Peter Malik
out of Carinthia?

Yes.

After the death of President Malik,

Madame Malik
knew it was just a matter of time

before she was captured

and she asked me
to get the boy to safety.

But the message you asked Vaclav
to deliver to Madame Malik

implies that she did not know
her son was alive.

Yes, well,
I left it that way for his own protection.

He was brought up by a family
named M�ller in Zurich.

We kept an eye on him,

but I never really
had any personal contact with him.

I guess that was a mistake.

Because he grew up
to be an admirer

of the People's Democratic Republic
of Carinthia?

- It's ironic, isn't it?
- Tragic, I'd say.

That will be all, Mr. Harkness.
For the moment.

Most cooperative agent.

Most cooperative enemy.

He is trying to save his own life.

Premier Rojek, we have
a marvellous opportunity here.

We can do
exactly what you wanted done.

We can destroy
the Edward Malik cult.

How?

We use Peter Malik
to denounce Edward Malik.

You saw the young man.
You know how he feels.

You're too eager, Czerny.

Get me the file on Peter Malik.

The file on Peter Malik.

This is all there is?

Your Excellency,
the boy was only 5 when he was...

When he disappeared.

No fingerprints.

A dental chart, a lot of good this will do
after 20 years.

Your Excellency, please,
please do not let this opportunity go by.

The young people
will idolise Peter Malik.

Peter Malik idolises you.

Let him address the congress.
Let him denounce his father.

- Let him...
- I must be sure this is not a trick.

Trick? What kind of a trick?
I will stake my reputation...

You are staking your life, Czerny.

Professor Kadar.

Yes, Professor Kadar.

He's helped me
with problems like this before.

Hello?

Oh, speaking, Your Excellency.

So I must know
as quickly as possible

whether or not Harkness
is telling the truth about M�ller.

Can you do it for me, professor?

Yes, of course, Your Excellency.

By using one
of these so-called truth drugs.

Thiopental, scopolamine,
sodium dionosil.

If you will have the man in my office
in ten minutes, Your Excellency,

I will be ready.

You're sure early with that.

They sent you some food.

Man, get that slop out of here.
I don't even wanna look at it.

Today's youth.

My wife is right. You're all mad.

Now, Mr. Harkness,

I want you to count backwards
from 100 until I tell you to stop.

One hundred.

Ninety-nine.

Ninety-eight.

Ninety-seven. Ninety-six.

Ninety-five. Ninety-four.

Ninety-three.

Ninety-two.

Ninety-one.

- Ninety.
- You may stop counting now.

What is your full name?

Thomas C. Harkness.

Thomas C. Harkness.

And your occupation?

My passport identifies me

as a freelance
newspaper correspondent.

My passport identifies me

as a freelance
newspaper correspondent.

But it is only my cover...

That is only my cover

as an agent for the
American Counter Espionage Agency.

And as an espionage agent,

are you familiar
with the name Peter M�ller?

- Yes.
- And who is Peter M�ller?

Peter M�ller is merely a pseudonym.

For Peter Malik,
the son of Edward and Maria Malik.

And how do you know this
to be true?

And after I got Peter
out of Carinthia...

I took him to Zurich

where I left him in the care...

Of some friends named M�ller.

Can you hear me, Mr. Harkness?

- You didn't touch it.
- Hey, man, get out of here.

That's good food.

Prisoners don't usually
get such good food.

I ask you again, Mr. Harkness,

why did you want
to get Peter M�ller out of Carinthia?

You see, man,
you don't understand.

I've still got two days left
on a hunger strike

I started six months ago.

Eating just ain't my thing right now.

Why doesn't he answer?

- I don't know.
- Try again.

Your Excellency, it might be better
if we postponed the questioning...

No.

Answer me, Mr. Harkness.

Why did you wanna get Peter M�ller
out of this country?

I had to

because I didn't want Rojek to find out
he was really Peter Malik.

I had to.

I didn't want Rojek to find out
he was really Peter Malik

and use him
for propaganda purposes.

Peter M�ller is merely a pseudonym
for Peter Malik,

the son of Edward and Maria Malik.

That's enough.

I can't believe it.

You had absolutely no suspicion
that you're the son of Edward Malik?

No.

We realised this would come
as a great shock to you.

We felt it was our duty
to inform you.

- What will you do to me?
- Do to you?

Well, you hated my father.
And with good reason.

But with far less passion than you,

judging from some of the things
you said about him.

Of course, that was before you knew
he was your father.

The fact that Edward Malik
was my father

does not change my political opinion
of him.

And your mother, what about her?
She's still alive, you know.

Yes, and in my opinion,
she's exactly where she belongs.

In a mental institution.

I know my history, Your Excellency.

Maria Malik did her share
in deluding the people

into accepting the philosophy
of a decadent Western democracy.

- Your Excellency...
- Czerny, please.

Sit down, my young friend.
I want to talk to you.

A big book, isn't it?

Your premier's a big cat, man.
Let's split.

And so to many misguided people
in this country,

your father was a martyr.

Many...

Yes, perhaps even most
of the students feel that way.

They're fools. Ignore them.

The situation is beyond the point
where it can be ignored.

Then somebody should tell them
the truth about Edward Malik.

You are that person.

I don't understand.

His Excellency
would like you to speak

at the closing rally
of the congress tomorrow.

Oh, no, no. Oh, no.

- No, I couldn't.
- Why not?

Well, I'm flattered,
Your Excellency.

I'm honoured,

but I wouldn't know what to say.

You will say what you believe
about your father,

about Premier Rojek,

and about the policies of the People's
Democratic Republic of Carinthia.

Well...

You would be doing the cause
in which we both believe

a great service.

In that case, I'll do it.

But I will need help
in preparing such a speech.

Czerny will give you all the help
you want.

Prepare an announcement

that Mr. Malik
will address the rally tomorrow.

Release it in my name to the press,
radio and television.

Yes, Your Excellency.

The electrifying announcement
that Peter Malik is alive

and will speak at the rally tomorrow

was made by the office
of Premier Rojek today.

Young people everywhere
have reacted with enthusiasm.

Hello.

Yes, this is Premier Rojek's office.

Well, who's calling?

What do you want?

One moment.

- Your Excellency?
- Yes?

It is some country doctor.

He won't give his name.
He insists on speaking to you.

What does he want?

He says he just heard
the announcement

about Peter Malik over the radio.

So?

Perhaps you should speak to him,
Your Excellency.

I asked you, what did he want?

He says he has proof
that Peter Malik is dead.

What?

He says he helped bury young Malik
20 years ago.

He can show us the grave.

Open it.

Now, you swear these are the remains
of Peter Malik?

I do.

His mother brought him to me.

The child had pneumonia.
There was nothing I could do for him.

After his death,

his mother took the body
to friends of hers

here in the village.

I watched as they buried him here.

Why didn't you report it?

What interest
could you possibly have had

in the death of a 5-year-old boy?

Madame Malik was captured
by your men only hours later.

I put the whole incident
out of my mind

until I heard the announcement
on the radio.

Have the coffin taken to the capital.

I do not know what to say,
Your Excellency.

I've never had an experience
like this before.

Nor will you ever again.

Well, I cannot believe
that Harkness was lying.

No? Then read this.

The examination of the teeth
of the dead child

exactly match those
on Peter Malik's dental chart.

Your Excellency, if you want me
to interrogate Harkness again...

No, get out. Get out!

You realise what has happened,
don't you, Czerny?

We have accepted an impostor
as Peter Malik

and invited him to speak
to the rally tomorrow.

He was to denounce his father.

Instead he will denounce me
and eulogise Edward Malik.

Perhaps we...
We can retract the announcement

that Peter Malik
is going to address the rally.

Impossible, I tell you.
We will be laughed out of the country.

No.
No, he must be permitted to speak.

- Your Excellency?
- Enough, Czerny.

Enough. I listened to you enough.
Now you listen to me.

We will use this young Malik
as he meant to use us.

I want Maria Malik
brought to the congress.

I want her there on the rostrum
tomorrow when her son speaks.

- But, Your Excellency...
- Now, hear me out.

When the impostor starts
to denounce me,

Madame Malik
will undoubtedly acknowledge

that he is really her son.

She will swear to it
before the entire world.

And then, Czerny...

Then I will use this
and the skull of the real Peter Malik

to discredit her as a liar
and her son as an impostor.

Oh, the American agent,
I want him there too.

We'll expose all three at once.

Then let us see

if the memory of Edward Malik
survives that.

Yes?

Have her come in.

- Your mother.
- My mother?

What is she doing here?

In spite of your political differences,
I thought...

Madame Malik.

It's so good to see you again
after all these years.

Mr. Rojek, I would appreciate it
if you would spare me your hypocrisy.

You do me an injustice.
I brought you here as a kindness.

This is Peter, your son.

Peter?

Yes.

Yes, it could be.

Madame Malik, we'll talk later.

Shall we go?

Why have I been brought here?

You will see, Mr. Harkness.
Oh, and do not try to run.

The guards are all armed
and they have orders to shoot to kill.

Thank you.

Delegates to the
Carinthian Students Congress,

youth of the world,

my friends, comrades
and countrymen.

Fraternal greetings.

Twenty years ago,
during the struggle of a people

against a corrupt
so-called democracy,

a boy of 5 years old
was reported to have died.

But he did not die.

Peter Malik did not die.

As you have heard by now,
he survived those dark days.

He grew. He became strong.

He studied. He read.

And now after 20 years,

this young man has come home
and I say, welcome.

Welcome, Peter Malik.

In the hours since I learned
my true identity,

I've thought a great deal
about my father,

a man of whom I knew nothing
except what I'd read in history books.

And as I thought of Edward Malik,
whom I undoubtedly loved as a child,

I thought of the words spoken
by Mark Antony of Julius Caesar,

and in my mind I paraphrased
those words to read:

"He was my father,
faithful and kind to me. "

And I asked myself

how I could speak out
against such a man.

And I answered my own question

with the words spoken by another man
that day in ancient Rome.

"It is not that I love my father less
but that I love the people more. "

My friends, I come to bury
the memory of Edward Malik

and to praise the achievements
of Premier Anton Rojek

and the People's Democratic Republic
of Carinthia.

No!

No, don't listen to him. This is a trick.

This young man is a fraud,
an impostor.

Anton Rojek sent him here
to dupe you.

- Stop her.
- He is not my son.

As God is my witness,
my son is dead.

- Dead!
- Get her out of here.

Dead!

Silence.

We want Maria. We want Maria.
We want Maria.

Congress. Silence.

We want Maria. We want Maria.

Listen to me.

We want Maria. We want Maria.
We want Maria.

We want Maria. We want Maria.
We want Maria.

- Where are we? What happened?
- We're friends, Madame Malik.

- You're free.
- Free?

- Yes.
- You, men. Wait.

Get back upstairs.
The premier will need your protection.

- No!
- Silence!

Silence!

Please listen to me!

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