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- This is the Paris office

of the New York Herald Tribune,

a great news gathering
center tied by direct wire

to every major capital on
the European continent.

Into these offices early last year

came a phone call that
made one of the most

shocking headlines of the day.

This is the story of the man who

tried to break through an
iron wall of censorship

to get the facts behind that headline.

- Budapest calling.

- Get me the New York
office, Larry O'Connell.

Put it on the amplifier.

- Go ahead, Budapest.

- This is Barker.

Anderson's trial just finished.

A sentence of 20 years at hard labor

followed a verbal confession
by Anderson in court.

I'll give it to you in
Anderson's own words.

"I speak of my own free will.

"My name is Robert Anderson.

"I am 52 years of age.

"I am an American.

"I am a spy.

"I am being paid by
the American government

"to spy on the Hungarian
people's government."

- Barker, this is Nick.

Did you get a chance to talk to Anderson?

- You can't get by that monitor, Nick.

They'll cut him off every time.

- I know.

But one can't help trying.

- Prime Minister Andreas Ordy

will be on the air at 8:30
tonight, Budapest time

to explain the Hungarian government's

position on this trial.

That's it for today.

- "I speak of my own free will."

Who do they think they're kidding?

- Mr. Strang, your New York call.

- Switch it to my office.

And Biddle, locate Mrs. Anderson.

She's somewhere in Paris.

- We've been trying to
find her for two days.

- Well, keep on trying.

Larry?

Guilty, 20 years.

His confession's on the teletype.

- Anderson's confession is coming in now.

Get on it.

Have you had a statement
from the Hungarian Embassy?

- No, it's too soon.

Everybody in Europe's waiting to see

which way Washington's going to jump.

I want the reaction for my
next edition if possible.

- You'll get it.

By the way, are you
using Jimmy Race on this?

- I'm using everybody.

- Don't underestimate that boy, Nick.

- I don't.

He's good, but he's hot headed.

- Remember he broke the
communist story here

and he helped the FBI find Schultz.

- I'm deep impressed.

I'll tuck him in every night.

Talk to you later.

- Who's going to cover
the American Embassy?

- I'll speak to the ambassador myself.

- Ambassadors come and go,
but fashions go on forever.

- You can have exactly
half that space, Sandy.

- I'd better send Dad to
the Hungarian Embassy--

- I want Jeanne to cover that.

- Jeanne?

- But she's in Budapest.

- I ordered her back, her
plane arrives in 20 minutes.

Um, call the airport and have her go there

before she comes to the office.

- You could give her a
chance to catch her breath.

- She'll catch her breath later.

- Why don't you send somebody else?

- Because I haven't anyone else

whose hand has been kissed
by the Hungarian ambassador.

- Paging
Mademoiselle Jeanne Moray.

Paging Mademoiselle Jeanne Moray.

Mademoiselle Moray, call at
information desk, please.

- I am Mademoiselle Moray.

- Your office wants you
to call immediately.

- Thank you.

- I am a personal friend
of the ambassador's.

If you take my name in
I'm sure he'll see me.

- I am sorry, Mademoiselle,
he can't see anyone.

- Excuse me, I work on an American paper.

Perhaps you could tell me--

- I am sorry.

Yes, sir.

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen, please.

It is useless to wait any longer.

There will be no statement issued

by the Hungarian ambassador at this time.

That is all, gentlemen.

- Just a moment, friend.

Anderson is still an American citizen.

Don't you think you'd better
give me some sort of--

- Our statement will be given in due time.

- Then you won't mind if I
hang around and wait, will you?

- I must ask you to leave, Mister--

- Race, James Race.

Why don't you go and tell the ambassador

that I'm parking right here until I get

some sort of statement.

- Mr. Race.

- Yes?

- That's not the way we do things here.

- Don't we?

- This is supposed to be the embassy

of a friendly government.

- They don't act very friendly, do they?

- I think you'd better leave.

- I'm just trying to stir
them up and get some action.

- I'm afraid you've succeeded.

- He wants to see your papers.

- Oh, sure.

You'll have to tell him I
left them at the office.

- You'll have to go with him.

- Would you be interested in a steady job

doing this sort of thing for me?

- Hey, wait a minute!

You can't leave me now.

- You wanted action, you got it.

- Well, be a pal, will you,
and call my editor for me?

He's Nick Strang at the Herald Tribune.

- I'll see that he gets the news.

One week, Nick.

You could have let me stay
in Budapest one more week.

- That's the point, I couldn't.

I found I missed you too much.

Besides, the Anderson trial is over.

- But Nick, I was on the track
of a really important story.

- If it was important it was dangerous.

And a front page story isn't
worth your pretty neck to me.

- Don't you even want to
know what it is about?

- Well, not right now.

I haven't seen you in two months.

- Nick, this is a story
as important as the

Tito-Stalin break.

- Does Barker know about it?

- Of course he does.

- Good.

- Nick, this is not the
ordinary kind of a story.

- All right, what kind of story is it?

- What would you say if I told you

that a short time ago
Ordy was making a deal

behind Russia's back to join up with Tito?

- Rumors like that come out
of the Balkans regularly

on the half hour.

- But this is a rumor
we may be able to prove.

And if we could prove it, we
might be able to help Anderson.

- Jeanne, I don't think
I'm going to send you

on any more assignments away from Paris.

It's too nice having you around here.

- All right.

I won't tell you about it.

But if Reuters and AP should make you look

like the worst fool in
the newspaper business,

don't come to me for sympathy.

- Now, about dinner tonight.

- Biddle said you were looking for me.

Well, hello.

- Hello.

- A telephone call would have done.

You didn't have to go to
all this trouble for me.

- Well, to tell the truth,
I'd forgotten all about you.

How did you get out?

- Influence.

- You two know each other/

- For hours.

This young lady's been
functioning as my interpreter.

- When was all this?

- At the Hungarian Embassy.

I don't think Mr. Race realized

that I work on this paper, too.

- On this one?

Well, I'll have to renew my subscription.

- Race, what were you doing
at the Hungarian Embassy?

- Getting an interview
with the ambassador.

- You got an interview
with the ambassador?

- I didn't know that was a problem.

The police ushered me in and there he was.

He made some nasty remarks about reporters

and I made some nasty remarks
about Hungarian ambassadors

and the first thing you know,

we had the makings of a pretty good story.

I also have a few comments
from Anderson's wife.

- Anderson's wife?

How did you locate her?

- While I was talking to the ambassador,

she called in to make
a plea for her husband

and I found out where she was staying.

- Well, what about her?

- She's quite a woman.

No tears or hysterics.

She's going to take--

- Don't tell me, write it.

- Okay.

- And Jimmy.

- Yeah?

- Nice work.

- Thanks.

- How long has he been with us?

- The New York office sent
him over about a month ago.

According to Larry O'Connell,

he's a one man newspaper crusade.

- After watching him at
the Hungarian Embassy

I can believe it.

- Hey, Sandy.

What's the lowdown on the
girl in Nick's office?

- I just made a bet with
myself you'd ask that question.

- So you won your bet.

Who is she?

- Jeanne Moray.

Keep away from her.

- Who's asking me to?

- Nick might.

- Oh, one of those things.

- No, not one of those things,

if your middle class
mind can comprehend such.

- Well, what then, engaged?

- Listen, Race, you stay out of this.

We're kind of fond of
both of them around here.

- Well, who isn't?

I think they're swell.

- Jan!

- Hello, Papa!

- Ah, you brought the cakes.

Good boy.

Everything is all right?

- Fine, Papa.

- Your sister called.

She wants you to meet her at the shop.

I am busy, you'd better go now.

- Grisha, copy in the city room.

- Kiss your sister for me, huh?

- Bye, Papa!

- These files are a mess, Grisha.

- I have some time later.

I'll straighten them out.

- Thanks, Sandy.

Something wrong?

- You did all that with
just soap and water?

There oughta be a law.

You and Nick doing the town tonight?

- We were going to have dinner, but um,

I've been outranked by
the American ambassador.

I'll have to settle for cocktails.

- Excuse me, I couldn't help
overhearing the conversation

just now and I was--

- He couldn't help it?

His ears grew two feet.

- As long as you've been
stood up for dinner,

how about me?

- I'm sorry.

- I'm an extremely graceful feeder.

Hostesses fight over me.

Husbands even ask me back.

- Thank you, no.

I'm for a hot bath and then early to bed.

You don't know how I missed
hot water and deep tubs.

- Well, what about the two of us--

- Mr. Race, um, are you taking up

a collection for something?

Goodbye, monsieur.

- Goodbye, monsieur.

- Thanks, monsieur.

- I won't be a second longer.

Send Race in.

- Do you want me?

- Your blast at the Hungarian ambassador,

you're going to have to tone it down.

- Tone it down?

He gave Anderson 20 years in a frame up,

you want to play footsies with him?

I don't get it.

- We haven't got the facts
to back up your accusations.

- Neither did the Hungarian
governments have facts

when they convicted Anderson.

- This is a newspaper,
Jimmy, not an open forum

in which to air your
outraged sensibilities.

We're still going to concentrate on facts.

- Then why don't you send me to Budapest

where I can get them?

- When the time comes, I'll
see that you get around.

In the meantime, I suggest that you relax.

- I'm afraid I'm not built that way.

- Well, I can't remodel the paper

to fit the way you're built.

- What about the interview
with Mrs. Anderson?

- It was fine.

- Thanks.

- You look like a worker's
revolution against the boss.

- Come on, Sandy, if you
promise to listen, I'll buy.

- Long as you're buying.

I may not believe in what you say,

but I'll drink myself to death

defending your right to say it.

So the man wouldn't use your story.

Is that any reason to
write him off as an editor?

- It's not just my story,
it's the whole atmosphere.

Nick and his policy of
dealing with the Communists

like little gentlemen.

If you ask me, I just
don't think he's got it.

- Wait a minute, now you're
getting into a fight.

- Henry, two more.

Doubles.

- Nick Strang didn't come up by the way of

advice to the lovelorn, you know.

He covered Dunkirk from the
beach, a dozen revolutions.

He was awarded the Legion of
Honor, the Pulitzer Prize.

- When was all this?

When the world was young?

- Before you could carry a newspaper,

let alone work for one.

Why, Nick Strang was a great newspaperman

before you even finished high school.

- This is fine.

I'm buying the drinks
and you're in his corner.

How come you're such a
great fan of his anyway?

- Forget it.

Just remember that he's had
15 years' experience over you.

He's seen a lot of good reporters who've

had their careers amputated
by going off half-cocked.

- Maybe so.

Maybe so, Sandy.

Just the same, I get awfully
tired of being polite.

Well, I'll be seeing you.

- Tough, huh?

He reminds me a little
of Nick in the old days.

Whatever happened between you and Nick?

I always thought that someday
maybe you and him, well--

- Please, Henry.

A good bartender lets the
customer cry in his own beer.

- Oui?

Oui?

- Bonjour, Madame.

- The man said would you
like to order dinner.

- I understand him,

although you don't seem to understand me.

- That's my newspaper training.

They taught me never to give up.

- No, wait.

What did she say?

- Now, what did he say?

- He said that, oh, what
does it matter, Mr. Race?

Goodnight.

Bon soir.

- No, hold it.

Ask him to wait one
minute, will you do that?

Just that.

- Miss Moray.

I feel like having dinner with somebody

and I want it to be you.

Now, tell me, is that against
the French criminal code?

- Mr. Race, thank you very much,

but it's been a long day and--

- While you're getting dressed
they can be cooking dinner

and when we get there it'll be all ready.

- No.

No, I want to hear the
broadcast from Budapest.

- We can hear that in your car.

Besides...

What am I gonna do with this?

- Very good, sir.

Excusez-moi.

- Those are the only six words I know.

- This is Radio Budapest

with a special overseas broadcast

to our English speaking
friends all over the world.

The next voice you hear will
be that of the Prime Minister,

His Excellency Andreas Ordy.

- I wish to make a brief statement

concerning the light
sentence of only 20 years

given to the American spy Robert Anderson,

convicted of espionage and sabotage

against the Hungarian People's Republic.

I hereby warn the Western nations

not to regard this leniency
as a sign of weakness.

They will come again, the spies,

the prying saboteurs of
warmongering capitalistic nations.

But we shall fight their criminal intent

to undermine Hungarian
democratic principle

with determination and fortitude.

We shall be ready for the next one.

We shall apprehend him, we shall try him,

and we shall punish him as he deserves.

The next American we convict of spying

or sabotage against the
Hungarian state we shall hang.

- You
have just heard a statement

by His--

- I don't think it will
win them any converts,

Mr. Ambassador.

What are we going to do about Anderson?

- He was arrested by a
government we recognize.

That obligates us to respect
their laws and their courts.

- Even when a man is
so obviously innocent?

- We're doing all we can, but this case is

far more complicated
than it appears to be.

Oh, he's not a spy,
but there has been talk

that he was involved in the black market.

- Oh.

Well, that is a complication.

Though that's not what he was tried for.

- No, but because of that
it makes it difficult

for us to act as firmly as we'd like to.

- I imagine they'd release
Anderson quickly enough

in return for some trade concessions.

- Or stopping the Voice
of America broadcast.

That's precisely what's back of this.

Anderson is a pawn in a much larger game.

Unfortunately, that only
makes it more difficult

for us to help him.

- And I thought this was the one time

we had a clear-cut issue
on which to make a stand.

- Sorry, Nick.

It's anything but clear-cut.

Come on.

Let's go into dinner.

- From the gentleman at the corner table.

- Thank you.

- Another member of the
Jeanne Moray fan club?

- You know who that is, Jimmy?

- In a word, no.

- Anton Borvitch, one of
the most important men

in the Hungarian government.

- Hmm.

I'm sure it won't hurt the champagne any.

- I wonder what he's doing in Paris.

- Why don't we invite
him over to the table

and ask him some questions?

Like how they got Anderson
to confess, for instance.

- If I thought he'd answer questions

I have a really important one to ask.

- I have a feeling I'm being scooped.

Come on, what goes?

- It isn't a story yet.

I tried to tell Nick about it,

but he wouldn't even listen.

- I'm not Nick.

Shoot.

- Well, the story is that
Prime Minister Ordy of Hungary

met with Tito to discuss
an alliance against Russia.

- Oh, I see.

A little double-cross.

Go ahead, Jeanne, what else?

- Well, according to the underground,

a photograph was taken at that meeting.

If Nick hadn't made me come home

I might have gotten my hands on it.

- Isn't that kind of
dangerous work for you?

- Well, for a man who is not Nick

you sound very much like him.

- There's no law that says I have to

disagree with him in everything.

I'm glad Nick made you come back to Paris.

If you'd stayed in--

- Mr. Borvitch.

- Please.

Mademoiselle Moray, how nice to see you.

- I had no idea you were in Paris.

- I arrived this afternoon.

- May I present Mr. Race?

- How do you do?

- Thanks for the champagne.

What brings you to Paris?

- Oh, I see, a colleague.

Mademoiselle, I was wondering if you could

have dinner with me one night this week.

Perhaps I can give you an answer

to Mr. Race's question then.

Tuesday?

- Tuesday's no good.

- Wednesday, perhaps.

- May I telephone you?

- Please do.

However, if you can make it
sooner I am at the Crillon.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

He seems a little anxious.

Sounds as if he has a few
questions he'd like to ask you.

Shall we go?

There's too much Borvitch in the air.

Let's get away before
it spoils our evening.

- Nothing changes Paris.

Wars, people, times.

- Were you here during the war?

- Here and the north.

All over.

- And the underground?

- Mm-hmm.

- Ever killed a man?

- I've helped.

- Must have been pretty rugged.

- And you?

What did you do during the war?

- Oh I jumped out of airplanes.

- Paratrooper?

- Yeah, North Africa, Italy.

- You've been through a lot.

- I got my basic training growing up on

New York's East Side.

You get used to fighting.

- Your stories show it.

I like them.

- What would you like
to do tomorrow night?

- I'm afraid most of
my evenings are taken.

- Oh.

By Nick?

- Don't you think you'd
better take me home, Jimmy?

- Okay.

But you may as well know I
intend to keep on trying.

- Which means?

- It's been very nice.

Goodnight.

- You were able to make a thorough search

through Mademoiselle Moray's
apartment last night?

- Yes.

I found nothing.

- Well, what about her purse?

She might have concealed
something in her purse.

- We searched all her belongings
before she left Budapest.

There was nothing.

- Could she have picked up something

on her way to the airport?

- Not without my knowing it.

I watched her constantly.

- Did anyone meet her
when she arrived in Paris?

- No one.

There was a message for
her to call her office.

That was the only contact she made.

From the airport she came directly here.

- Hmm.

I want to speak to Budapest.

Get me Vajos in Prime
Minister Ordy's office.

Use the private line.

Very well, you may
return on the next plane.

Hello.

Hello, Vajos?

- Yes?

- Borvitch.

You must be mistaken about Jeanne Moray.

She took nothing out of the country.

Did she attempt to contact
anyone when she arrived in Paris?

- No.

- Let me speak to the
man who followed her.

- But I told him to return.

- He sent him back.

- I'll take it.

Borvitch, Ordy speaking.

- Yes, Your Excellency.

- We've just learned that
Gabor Czeki is alive.

- But I thought--

- Never mind what you thought.

Mademoiselle Murray was in
touch with the underground

and then left Budapest suddenly.

That's why we had a fallout.

- Then you believe she
may have returned to Paris

to contact Czeki?

- We cannot overlook any possibility.

If she finds Czeki before we do

it could mean the end for all of us.

You must not let her out of your sight.

- Yes, Your Excellency.

Of course.

- Yes, sir?

- Send in Franz and Kedor.

Look at this photograph.

It is Mademoiselle Jeanne Moray,

a reporter on the Paris Herald.

I want to know every move she makes.

Whom she meets, where she goes.

This girl has been in touch with

the underground in Budapest.

She returned to Paris yesterday

and we believe she may be
trying to contact Gabor Czeki.

- Czeki?

But isn't he--

- No, Franz.

We have reason to believe
that he's not dead.

That he may be here in Paris.

Mademoiselle Moray may lead you to him.

- I understand.

- And Franz, this time
Czeki must not escape us.

- She hasn't come in yet.

- Oh, hi, Sandy.

- Somebody changed your mood, hmm?

- That's right.

Good morning.

- Good morning, Race.

Good morning, Sandy.

- Nick, I need five minutes right now.

- All right.

- Mr. Strang.

Budapest calling, they want you.

- Hello, this is Mr. Strang.

Well, see that he gets
the best possible care.

And keep me informed.

Thanks.

Dad, Barker was taken to the hospital.

Heart attack.

Get up a list of possible replacements

and contact AP and Reuters.

- Right away.

- Before you get snowed under
I need your okay on these.

Big fashion opening week from Friday.

- Be sure you get it back there in time.

- Good morning.

- No.

All rested up?

- Wonderfully.

Oh, Sandy, very smart.

- Nice, hmm?

- I phoned you last night
after I got through with

the ambassador, there was no reply.

- I went to the Chez Inez for dinner.

- Oh?

- With Mr. James Race of all people.

- I forgot to call Patou.

I'll pick these up later.

- How did that happen?

- Well, he just suddenly
appeared at my apartment.

- You seem to have made
quite an impression

on our young friend.

- Oh, please, don't try to
make me out a femme fatale.

I'm just a hardworking newspaperwoman

and waiting for instructions.

Have you any?

- Yes, I want you to go
over to United Nations.

Eisenhower's going to be there.

- Anything else?

- Then meet me at 4:30 sharp
at Henry's bar for cocktails.

That's an order.

- Eisenhower and cocktails.

Yes, sir.

- Can you give me a lift?

- Where are you going?

- United Nations building.

- Isn't that strange?

So am I.

- I'm just going out to
see General Eisenhower

Don't you think we ought to get started?

- It isn't possible you
came to this decision

after you saw the assignment sheet.

- Oh, look, I've interviewed
General Eisenhower

many times, I just decided
I'd renew an old acquaintance.

What's wrong with that?

How about having a drink
with me this afternoon?

- I have a date.

- What about dinner?

Question: Are you and Nick
in love with each other?

You haven't answered me.

- Were you serious before when you said

that you knew General Eisenhower?

- Well, I'm always serious.

What about you and Nick?

- He's a wonderful man.

- Nick or Eisenhower?

- Did you meet him during the war?

- No, I interviewed him when
he was at Columbia University.

Are you in love with him?

- Nick or Eisenhower?

- Okay, we're even.

Are you?

- Just because we had dinner, Jimmy,

that doesn't give you any right--

- I did more than have
dinner with you last night.

I fell in love with you.

- Do you remember asking me
about the war last night?

- Yes.

- It was like you said, pretty rugged.

I lost both my parents.

Then the occupation, the underground.

You get tired of emotional explosions.

You look for something to believe in.

You look for security.

- Security's like prosperity used to be,

just around the corner.

- But that doesn't stop
us from looking for it.

- Like you're looking for it in Nick.

You didn't give him an
answer when he asked you

to marry him, did you?

- Now, Jimmy.

Jimmy, it wouldn't be true if I said

that last night meant
nothing at all to me,

but don't you--

Please let me finish.

- There isn't anything else to say.

- That Jimmy Race is all right.

- What did he do now?

- Went out with Jeanne.

Got her a personal
interview with Eisenhower.

She called in quite a story.

- Did you want to see me?

- Our man Barker in
Budapest is in the hospital.

I need someone to take
his place for a few weeks.

- I'm ready.

- Between the monitors and the censors

you're going to feel as though

you're working in a straitjacket.

- There are ways of getting
the news, even in Budapest.

- Yes, but a word of caution.

It's all right if you can get the news,

but don't make it.

- When do I leave?

- As soon as you've been briefed.

If you're sure you want the assignment.

- I'm sure.

- Good.

We'll queue your visa through
the Hungarian Embassy.

- Regardless of the reason I'm
getting this chance, thanks.

- You're getting the assignment because

I think you're capable of handling it.

That's all, Race.

- Okay.

- Yes, James Race.

He has been with the girl constantly.

If she knew anything about Gabor Czeki,

she undoubtedly discussed it with him.

- Approve the visa.

We will be expecting Mr. Race.

But continue to watch that girl.

- Very well.

- Sandy.

I just heard the news about Jimmy.

- Another old-fashioned, Henry.

Aren't you taking it kind of big

for such a short acquaintance?

- He'll get into trouble, Sandy.

- Looks to me like he's been
in and out of lots of trouble.

- But how could Nick do it?

How could he send Jimmy to Budapest just--

- I don't think Nick's personal feelings

had anything to do with it.

- Well, that's what I keep telling myself,

but somehow I--

- All right.

Suppose he did want Jimmy
away for a week or two?

So it's his way of asking
you to think it over calmly

before you rush into something.

Is that so awful?

And remember, I'm only supposing.

- Thanks, Sandy.

- Where are you going?

- Home.

- Don't you want your drink?

- No.

- What'll I tell Nick?

He's coming over.

- Oh, just tell him I had a headache.

But that's exactly why I am worried

because you're not afraid.

If you were a little afraid at least--

- I'm a big boy now, I'll manage.

- But Jimmy, you can't behave there

the way you did in the
Hungarian Embassy the other day.

If you do--

- I got what I was after, didn't I?

- But that was in Paris, not Budapest.

- Look, Jeanne.

They've thrown Anderson
in jail for 20 years.

Do you want me to forget that?

- Of course not.

I only want you to realize
how careful you have to be.

- Okay.

I'll be nice and polite
and obey all the rules.

But you got information.

How?

From whom?

- I never knew any names.

They'll get in touch with you

but you never know what
side they're really on

or whom to trust.

Oh, I wish I hadn't told you
about that Tito-Ordy meeting.

- Stop worrying, will you?

- But Jimmy, don't you--

You never let me finish
anything I want to say.

- I haven't got time.

- Even from the air,

the once gay city of Budapest

looked drab and grim to James Race.

When he landed, he was
told to report at once

to the Minister of Justice.

He did not know, of course, that Vajos was

taking a special interest in him.

That the eyes of the secret police

were going to be on him constantly.

That if he got in their way,
the Hungarian authorities

were ready to deprive him of his freedom,

even his life.

- Yes?

- Minister Vajos, please.

- Your name?

- James Race
of the Herald Tribune.

- Uh, Race, how do you spell it?

- That's right.

- Mr. Race is here.

The Minister is expecting you.

- Thank you.

- Ah, Mr. Race.

You got my message.

I am delighted to welcome you to Budapest.

- Thank you.

- Be seated, please.

I have been most anxious to meet you.

- I didn't even have time to unpack.

I think you'll find my
papers are all in order.

- Mr. Race, we only wanted to assure you

of our complete cooperation.

- Oh, that's fine.

- You see, it isn't often that we get to

entertain one of our critics personally

and we feel that this
may be one of the reasons

behind the misunderstandings
between our peoples.

- Hmm, could be.

- Now you have the chance
to report the truth.

- That's what I had in mind.

- What can we do to help you?

- Let me go anywhere I want
and talk to anyone I please.

- But you don't need
my permission for that.

- All right.

When can I talk to Anderson?

- Unfortunately, he's already
been sent to a work camp.

It might be arranged at a later date.

- The sooner the better.

- Of course.

It will be very nice, Mr. Race.

We'll have dinner as
soon as you're settled.

- Yes, I'll be looking forward to it.

- Miss Oster.

Get your copy, please.

- I may want to change
this third sentence here.

- Be careful, Mr. Race.

I wouldn't make any changes now.

- I always rewrite my stuff
right up to press time.

- But the monitors will
be listening to you.

If you don't follow
the copy you sent them,

they'll shut you off.

- We wouldn't want that
to happen, would we?

- Mr. Barker was never able
to change a single word.

- May I see Mr. Barker?

- Barker's in the hospital.

I'm taking his place.

Can I help you?

- No.

No, thank you.

- Hello?

- Oh, just a minute.

- Oh, Mr. Race, here's your call.

- Hello?

- Ready with your call to Paris.

You will please adhere
to the approved copy.

Go ahead.

- I've got a little story
about the Russian-Hungarian

military conference that
was originally scheduled

for Budapest, but is now
switched to a little town

on the Yugoslav border.

The Hungarians are on maneuvers there

and it gives them a chance
to show off their army

to all their neighbors.

So next week's conference
promises to be an important one

with the arrival of the
new Russian General.

- Have you seen Barker yet?

- No, he's still too sick.

So until tomorrow at three.

Oh, and say, tell our friend Jeanne

that here in Budapest,
America wakes up every morning

thinking of her.

- These added words, America waking up.

- These little things can happen, sir.

- I'd say that he has
a girl in his office.

- How was Jimmy's story?

- Very good.

He sends you his regards.

- Okay, Miss Oster.

And love to girl with the wet violet eyes.

- I am sorry, but you must
adhere to the approved copy.

- These are simply personal messages.

- We can't make any exceptions.

I am sure you understand.

Oh, Mr. Race.

Are you enjoying your stay?

- Very much.

Except for one thing.

I don't like being followed.

- Followed?

You must be mistaken.

- I don't think I am.

- Ah, I see what you mean.

We've had you guarded at times.

- Against what?

- Some of our people have been very bitter

against the Americans
since the Anderson trial.

We have just been trying
to avoid an incident.

- I haven't felt in any
danger from your people.

- Thank you for coming over, Mr. Race.

- Oh, Mr. Vajos, I'd still like to have

that talk with Anderson.

- We haven't forgotten.

- Any message for me?

- The hospital called.

You cannot see Mr. Barker today.

- Try them again tomorrow.

- Yes, sir.

- Please.

You can tell me how Mr. Barker is?

- I haven't been able to see him yet.

- Thank you.

I am a dealer in antiques.

Could you give him this
with my compliments?

My card.

- Yes, I'll see that he gets it.

- It's Race calling in.

- Put it on the amplifier.

Also, tape it for Nick.

- Go ahead, Race.

- Here's a story illustrating
the genuinely fine things

being done for the Hungarian
people by their government.

Directly on the outskirts of Budapest,

they're building a beautiful village

a lot like Arlington in Washington

or Forest Lawn in California.

The project provides modern
housing for the workers

and will be available to the people

for surprisingly low rents.

I was out there yesterday and was amazed

at the beauty of the locale.

It looks like it's straight
out of the wonderland

of those very famous children's stories.

That's it for today.

- Jimmy's story sounds
like a lot of double talk.

- Mr. Race.

You are expected at the
hospital now to see Mr. Barker.

- Okay, I'm on my way.

Hello, I'm James Race.

Hello, Barker.

I'm glad you're feeling better.

- I'm not.

But I wanted to see you.

I'm leaving for Paris late tonight.

- Oh, I didn't know that.

Well, I'll get on with what I have to say.

Nick seems to feel we've been neglecting

the picture side of the news
since Jeanne Moray left.

- I haven't been neglecting
the picture side.

It's just that I got sick.

Perhaps you can do better.

- I'd like to try.

- Fine.

Are you settled yet?

- You know it is in a strange city.

- Well, there are some good restaurants.

Nurse, which would you say is the best?

- The Volga Tea Room or
the Hungarian Hotel Roof,

both very good.

- He's right, food's no problem.

My trouble was always with cleaners.

- There's one right across
from the hospital here.

- I tried them.

Too slow.

- Fastest one I've found was
a tailor named Laszlo Boros.

- I'll look him up.

- Tell him I sent you.

You'll get personal attention.

- Thanks.

I'll run along now.

I'll be back tonight to say goodbye.

- I'm sorry.

I'm an American, I only speak English.

- I understand you.

- Are you Laszlo Boros?

- Yes.

- I'm James Race of the Herald Tribune.

- Yes.

- Mr. Barker suggested I
bring my cleaning here.

- I understand he's been ill.

- Yes, he's going home for a rest.

He's leaving for Paris tonight.

- There is something you want cleaned?

- I'd like to have this suit pressed.

- I will have it ready in a few hours.

- Good.

It looks like it's straight
out of the wonderland

of those very famous children's stories.

That's it for today.

- Arlington and Forest
Lawn are cemeteries,

that's obvious enough,

but what possible connection can they have

with children's stories?

- Grisha, do you know any
Hungarian children's stories?

- Stories by Bartok.

- Let's see, there's Peter Pan.

- James M. Barry.

- Alice in Wonderland.

- Lewis Carroll.

- The Little Match Girl.

- Hans Christian Anderson.

- Anderson.
- Anderson!

- Yeah.

- Anderson, cemeteries.

- Of course.

Anderson's dead.

- That's it.

Are we gonna run it?

- Certainly we're going to run it.

- Nick, Jim might get into trouble.

- If he hadn't wanted
us to use it, Jeanne,

he wouldn't have sent it.

- Turn it around and wait.

- Is my suit ready?

- Yes.

I have taken care of it.

- How much is that?

- 10 forint.

- Thank you.

Hotel Ankaya.

It's all right, we're okay.

- Nothing.

- He tried to get rid of you for a reason.

He must have gotten
something from the tailor.

- He wasn't out of our sight
for more than 10 minutes,

Excellency, and the tailor
was picked up at once.

- We've only begun with Mr. Race.

My car.

- You can't come in here.

- It's okay, I spoke to the doctor.

- But he left order that Mr. Barker

was not to be awakened.

- That's all right, nurse.

I'm up.

- I'll do all the talking, Barker.

I've taken care of our picture coverage.

I want you to be sure
and give my regards to--

- Nurse.

Please get the doctor.

Get the doctor, please.

- Well, hurry, call him!

Go ahead, get the doctor!

- Did you get it?

- Yeah, where's your passport?

- In my grip.

- Prepare for oxygen.

- How is he?

- You'd better wait outside.

- Mr. Race.

I was hoping I would find you here.

- Is everything all right, Doctor?

- Just a spasm.

Get me 100 milligrams of Demerol.

- He will be able to leave tonight?

- Of course, Excellency.

- Come with me, Mr. Race.

All right, search the room.

- What is this?

- You will remain quiet, please.

- Just a minute--

- Mr. Race, I wouldn't interfere.

- This man is very sick.

- He'll be searched nevertheless.

- I'm getting in touch with the American--

- You're getting in touch with no one.

You are under arrest.

Who else was involved
besides you and the tailor?

- Nobody, Mr. Vajos.

Me, I'm the lone wolf type.

- Mr. Race, don't you think
your humor is somewhat

out of place?

- I don't know,

I think this place could
use a couple of laughs.

- What was in the lining of this coat?

- Not that again.

- He's here?

- We'll continue later.

Yes, Excellency?

- This is your signature, Vajos?

- Yes.

- You read this story
before you approved it.

- I have checked all of Race's material

personally, Excellency.

- You read this and saw
nothing wrong with it?

Idiot!

Don't you know that
Arlington and Forest Lawn

are cemeteries?

Can't you see that this is an announcement

of Anderson's death?

- But Excellency!

- This Race has made a fool of you,

has made a fool of all of us.

- I have made every effort, Excellency.

- To do what?

Organize a disaster?

You've blundered from
one thing to another.

But the tailor, how could
you let such a thing happen?

You finally trap the underground contact

and he commits suicide under your nose.

- We are investigating, Excellency.

- Did you also investigate Barker's mind

before you let him leave the country?

How do you know what Race said to Barker?

We might have learned
something about Czeki.

- But they were alone
only for a few seconds.

- All that was needed was a few seconds.

- I will see to it that Barker
doesn't reach Paris alive.

- I've already taken care of that.

And now about Mr. Race.

I want to interview him on
the radio tomorrow night.

- Tomorrow night?

But we have had no time to work with him,

to prepare him.

- That's exactly why it
must be tomorrow night.

I'm going to put an end to the accusation

that we drug and torture prisoners

in order to get confessions.

- But how, Excellency?

- I want you to get
several radio technicians.

Men you can trust, dependable men.

- Yes, Excellency.

- Go ahead, Budapest.

- This is the
Ministry of Information.

We have been instructed to inform you

that James Race is under arrest

and is being held for trial.

The details of the
arrest will be made known

in a special broadcast at 8:30 tonight.

Prime Minister Andreas Ordy
will interview Mr. Race.

- Get me the American ambassador.

Biddle, put in a call to
Larry O'Connell in New York

and then go over to the Hungarian Embassy

and tell them that--

- I know what to tell them.

- Nick, Ordy.

Ordy himself, that can
mean only one thing.

- I'll get him out, Jeanne.

I promise you that.

I'll get him out.

- Biddle just told me about Race.

- Where is Barker?

- Didn't he come in?

- Yeah, dead.

Heart attack they said.

I don't like it, Nick.

He had nothing with him,
no clothes, no luggage,

nothing but this.

- Why should they hold his belongings?

They were afraid he was
taking something out.

Something that involves Jimmy.

- I've got the American
ambassador on, Mr. Strang.

- Check the AP and Reuters.

Find out if they've heard anything.

- Come on, we need a drink.

We'll need more than one before 8:30.

- What is it with you guys?

You keep me up for 30 hours

and now you start asking me a bunch of

simple minded questions.

- If you please, Mr. Race.

What was your purpose
in coming to Budapest?

- I came here to replace
the Tribune correspondent.

- And your job was to
get information for stories?

- Yes, I was supposed to
get information for stories,

that's what a newspaperman
is supposed to do, isn't it?

- Coffee?

- I don't like the way your coffee tastes.

- We won't keep you much longer, Mr. Race.

Just a few more questions.

- You said you were a
paratrooper during the war.

- Yes, I was a
paratrooper during the war.

- And what kind of
work were you assigned to do?

- I was assigned
to do reconnaissance

on military installations
and communications.

Look, I have nothing to confess.

I'm not going to say I
came here to act as a spy,

so lay off.

- Let me hear that line again.

- Nothing to confess.

I'm not going to say I
came here to act as a spy.

- I want to use "I came
here to act as a spy."

- I'm not going to say--

I confess.

I came here to act as a spy.

- Those two speeches must
be tied closer together

so they sound like a single answer.

- We are finishing with Race, Excellency.

We will be ready to record your questions

in about an hour.

- Mm.

- This whole idea is
brilliant, Excellency.

- Thank you.

- I confess I
came here to act as a spy.

- Mm, very good.

- This is Radio Budapest.

We bring you a special
broadcast in connection

with the arrest of James
Race, American newspaperman.

His Excellency Prime
Minister Andreas Ordy.

- I am on the radio
tonight in anticipation

of the storm of protest,
which from past experience

I know will come as the
result of the arrest of

James Race.

We will be accused of falsifying facts,

of making groundless charges.

However, to refute all this, Mr. Race,

who was arrested only yesterday,

is here at the microphone with me

and is free to say whatever he wishes.

Mr. Race, will you
please identify yourself?

- My name is James Race.

I'm a newspaperman.

- Will you tell us
why you came to Budapest?

- To replace the
Tribune correspondent.

- Mr. Race, what
was your real purpose

in coming here?

- To get information.

To do reconnaissance on military

installations and communications.

- Why were you chosen
for this job, Mr. Race?

- I was a
paratrooper during the war

and trained for this kind of work.

- In other words you
came here to act as a spy.

- I confess, I
came here to act as a spy.

- You realize the
gravity of the charge

you are making against yourself?

- I do.

- It is not our
purpose to conduct a trial

on the radio.

We wished only to present the truth.

- He won't get away with it!

Do you hear me?

He won't get away with it!

- It
is expected that the

Ministry of Justice will
demand the death penalty.

The arrest of Mr. Race as a
spy is the second incident

of its kind to take place
within the past four months.

- Now how much time do you need?

- Not long.

Mr. Race doesn't care for our coffee,

but he has to eat.

I have seen to it that his
food is properly prepared.

You haven't eaten very much, Mr. Race.

- You spoil my appetite.

Any hidden microphones today, Vajos?

- As long as you won't
eat, shall we get on?

Am I right, Mr. Race, when
I say that you came here

as a spy?

- You heard my confession on the radio.

What more do you want?

- There is still the trial.

- Who do you
think you're kidding?

All you want to do is break me down

so I'll say what you want me to say.

- You're quite mistaken.

All we're trying to do is to
help you remember the truth.

- Even the cigarettes, Vajos?

- You'd feel better if you
ate something, Mr. Race.

You'd feel better if you
ate something, Mr. Race.

Don't worry, he'll eat.

It's only a matter of time.

- Water, Mr. Race?

- Cigarette, Mr. Race?

- You do feel better, don't you, Mr. Race?

- Let me sleep.

Let me sleep.

To get information.

- There's still the trial.

- To do reconnaissance.

- There's still the trial.

- I came here to act as a spy.

No!

No!

- But the truth is you did work

for the enemies of the government.

- What did you get from the tailor?

- You said I could sleep.

- Of course you can sleep.

- The truth, Mr. Race, the truth.

- Wake up, Mr. Race!

- What did you tell Mr. Barker?

- Answer the question.

Answer the question.

- What did you tell him?

- Wake up, wake up!

There's still the trial.

- Mr. Strang, there is no picture
of Mr. Barker in the file.

- Thanks, Grisha.

Jeanne.

- Yes?

- Jeanne, this piece you did on Barker,

it's not what I want.

I know we've been running
stories on him all week,

but we must keep hitting
the important points.

Why did they hold Barker's belongings?

Now, put some fire into it, pound at it.

Why did they keep Barker's things?

- Why did they arrest Jimmy?

Why are they going to hang him?

I can't write it, get somebody else!

All right, Nick.

I'll have another try at it.

- Get a blowup of this passport photo.

I'll want to run it with the story.

Biddle, get me the London
coverage on Jimmy Race.

- Nick.

Nick, I've got it!

This must be what they were looking for

in Barker's belongings.

It was under the passport photo.

- Grisha, get a projector
up to my office at once.

- That's Vajos, the Minister of Justice.

The one next to Tito, the
man with the cigarette,

is Borvitch.

That's the picture of
the Tito-Ordy meeting.

Proof Ordy was making a
deal behind Russia's back.

- All right, Dad, cut it.

We run this picture we'll hang
Ordy, Borvitch, and Vajos.

- Ordy would give anything to keep his

meeting with Tito a
secret, anything at all.

- I think we know what
we want in exchange.

Rush some prints through and
put that film in the vault.

Call Borvitch and tell him
we're coming over to see him.

Quite a change to see one of them squirm.

- I don't understand, Mr. Strang.

Why do you come to me with this story of a

so-called Tito-Ordy meeting?

- Because you were one of
the plotters, Mr. Borvitch.

- Oh?

- Yes, and unless you release James Race,

I'm going to print that story.

- It is your paper.

I presume you are free to
print any rumors you like.

- What if we printed proof of this rumor?

- Proof?

- Yes.

- What proof could you possibly
have, Mademoiselle Moray?

How does one go about
proving such a story?

Very interesting.

An excellent likeness of Marshal Tito.

- I am glad you think so.

Now, shall we discuss Mr. Race's release?

- But you know as well as
I, photographs can be faked.

- And you know as well
as I do that this is not.

- Personally, I don't recall the occasion

on which such a photograph was taken.

- If I ran it on the front page

perhaps the Russians
will help you remember.

- Mr. Strang, your photograph shows what?

A deal being made?

I do not think so.

All it shows is four friendly men.

And you seem to have forgotten

there was a time when we
were all friendly with Tito.

Anything else?

Well, since you have nothing to add.

Goodnight.

Oh, you forgot your picture.

- We have others.

- Prime Minister Ordy.

Use the private line.

- We'll stop at the American Embassy.

I want the ambassador in on this.

- I don't understand it, Nick.

When Borvitch saw the
photograph he was worried

and then...

- Yes, there must be something else.

- If we could prove that
the photograph was taken

when Stalin and Tito
were no longer friendly.

Nick, drop me at the office.

- Where's Nick?

- At the American Embassy.

He'll be here later.

- Jeanne, International
News just sent through

a dispatch from Budapest.

Jimmy goes on trial day after tomorrow.

- I have to check something in the files.

- I was going out for a bite,
but I could stick around.

- Thanks.

- Be back later, Grisha.

- There is no need to look.

There is nothing there.

If you want to save Jimmy Race,

go to 10 Rue de Galle.

A girl will meet you there.

- What girl?

- My daughter.

She will give you something.

Bring it back here.

But no one must know.

- But Grisha, I don't understand.

- Please, not now, there is no time.

I will telephone her and
tell her that you are coming.

- 10 Rue de Galle.

- Mademoiselle Moray?

- Yes.

- This way, please.

Here.

Here it is.

- Thank you, Gogo.

- Hello, Gogo.

- He's not here.

- I want to see your father, Gogo.

Where is he?

- I don't know.

- We don't want to harm you.

But you must tell us where he is.

- I don't know.

I don't know where he is.

- Gogo, you think you could
bear to see your brother killed?

- I don't know where he is.

- You're not in Budapest now.

- Geography can be a state of mind

and right now we are
very close to Budapest.

Suppose you tell us where Gabor Czeki is.

You tell us where your father is.

- No!

I don't know where he is.

I don't know.

- Wait.

Don't.

I know where he is.

- Please, don't.

- Believe me, Gogo, we've got to.

- But they'll kill him.

- Telephone him.

- Herald Tribune.

Hello.

Hello, hello?

- Hello, Gabor Czeki?

Czeki, this is Jeanne Moray.

- Tell him to come here at once.

Alone.

- Come to Gogo's apartment at once.

Alone.

- Gogo!

- Franz.

- That's Czeki.

- We didn't tell, Papa!

- I know.

- I didn't want to, I didn't!

- I know, I know.

- We've waited a long time, Gabor.

- Grisha, I...

- It was the only thing to do.

What you did was right.

But my children.

Nothing will happen to them.

- I suggest you make no outcry.

- Papa!

Papa!

- What could I have done?

I was desperate.

You must remember, I was
Ordy's confidential aide.

It was I who drew up this
agreement for Ordy and Tito.

You think Ordy would let me

leave Hungary with this knowledge?

You asked me, Mr. Strang, why
I did not tell you who I was,

why I did not come to you before.

Two years ago the underground
helped me to escape.

I fled all over Europe,
traveling by night,

running from Ordy's secret police.

For three years my children and
I lived like hunted animals.

I escaped them finally and when I learned

that Ordy believed that I
was dead, I came to Paris.

I came to Paris and I
permitted myself to hope again.

I thought, well, now perhaps
if I could find some way

to get to America.

- I'll see to it that you all get visas.

You'll go to America.

- There is no sanctuary anywhere on earth

for a man like me.

Stalin reached all the
way from Moscow to Mexico

to find Trotsky.

I have only one wish.

I want my children to be safe.

I want them to go to America.

Let me tell you something
else, Mr. Strang.

You are mistaken if you think

that this will save James Race.

Ordy wants me, too.

The one man who could inform against him

and whom the Kremlin would believe.

I will go back to Hungary
in exchange for James Race.

- But Grisha, I can't
send one man to his death

to save another.

- If it was that man's wish and if his

life was the only thing he had left

to give to those that he loves most,

I think you could.

Anyway, this is my decision.

Get Mr. Borvitch at the Hungarian Embassy.

When you speak with
him, you must make sure

that the exchange be made
at the neutral border.

I know them well.

- No sign yet, sir.

- They're late.

No sign of them.

Grisha, your children will
soon be safe in America.

That's it.

No, wait here.

- Nick.

- I think it would be better.

- All right, Sergeant.

- You're Nicholas Strang.

- Yes.

Mr. Ordy?

- At your service.

- We agreed to come unarmed.

- My personal bodyguard.

- The American Embassy
was worried about me, too.

- You have Gabor Czeki with you.

- All right, Colonel.

- Well, Gabor.

It has been some time.

You've changed somewhat.

- You seem quite the same, Excellency.

- Will you now produce Mr. Race, please?

- Jimmy.

What have you done to this man?

- Well, he's over tired
from the trip, perhaps.

- I'm a doctor.

This man is suffering
from more than fatigue.

- You're free to make your own diagnosis.

- Nice work, Mr. Ordy.

- Jimmy.

- There was one other thing.

Gabor.

- Just a minute, Mr. Ordy.

There's one more condition
attached to this exchange.

The status of Gabor Czeki.

- That is not part of the agreement.

- Neither is sending
this man to his death.

I only agreed to deliver him.

Don't let anything happen
to Gabor Czeki, Mr. Ordy.

Not unless you want me
to print that story.

- This is blackmail.

- Lean back, Mr. Race.

- I came to Budapest to act as a spy.

- It's all right, now.

It's all right.

- He'll be okay, Mr. Strang?

- They'll both be okay.

- So ends
the story of an American

newspaperman behind the Iron Curtain.

A story out of the headlines of today,

part of the headlines of tomorrow.