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1942, today in all of this war-torn world

there remain only a few uneasy neutrals.

Of these countries, Turkey is the most important.

For with her, may lie the identity

of the ultimate victim. Observe her position.

At her front door in Bulgaria are the German hordes.

At her back door in the caucuses are the Russians.

At her side-door in Syria

are the British and the fighting French.

With only Turkey's neutrality to keep them apart.

Turkey wants to be neutral.

Yet, intrigue is what she fears.

Intrigue.

Ankara, Turkey's capital

is flooded with spies, agents, provocateurs.

One street alone, the street of diplomats, is known as

the street of a 1001 plots.

Here, side by side are the embassies of

the United States, England, Italy, Germany.

The man with the portfolio under his arm,

is Hitler's emissary to Turkey.

Whatever country he's visited

he's opened the way to German tourists, educators, salesmen.

All fifth columnists.

Watch him closely.

For that man is Franz Von Papen.

Hitler's ambassador of treachery and deceit.

- Rudick, has he arrived? - He's in the anteroom.

Good. Send him in immediately.

Yes, sir.

Well, Rudick, sit down.

You made the flight from Ankara to Berlin in fast time.

Six hours.

Our plane service is still efficient, at any rate.

- How old are you, Rudick? - 52.

Fifty two full years, my dear friend.

I trust the time has not yet come for you to retire.

Retirement is not good.

An active man retires, and what happens?

Heart failure, apoplexy.

Or something sudden strikes him down.

Did I rush all the way to Berlin to--

You came because I sent for you.

My dear Rudick, is it possible you do not understand?

I understood and I acted.

I threw the bomb at Von Papen myself.

An explosion took place and Russians were arrested.

"Russians were arrested."

Russians who proved they were miles away at the time.

In all my experience, never has there been such inept handling

of a simple matter.

Have you forgotten the Reichstag fire?

There was a masterpiece of creating a political crisis.

Had you followed our example, our esteemed ambassador.

Herr Von Papen would be dead.

And the farce of Turkish neutrality would be ended.

But, let me tell you..

My dear Rudick, at times your limited mentality convinces me

that you belong exclusively to Mussolini.

Our problem is a simple one.

We must create an incident.

Any kind of an incident, that will convince Turkey

Russia is about to attack her.

How we accomplish this, does not matter.

Our task is to present Turkey with a match

that will inflame the people against Russia.

Perhaps, Hans Eisen in Ankara.

'No, Rudick.'

'In international diplomacy'

'the shortest distance between two points'

'is never a straight line.'

'We must use the back door to Turkey.'

'Somewhere on the road to Ankara'

'we'll make use of our friends.'

'Friends who can be bought for the occasion.'

Baghdad-Istanbul express!

- Mister, cigar, cigarette? - You got any gum?

No, no, no. Gum, chewing gum.

How much? How much?

40 cents for a packet of gum?

Not me, brother. Here's a five, corner the deal.

Hey.

Merci, monsieur. Merci.

- Piece of gum? - No, thanks.

'You sure you won't have some?'

Sorry.

It's okay by me. This stuff is hard to find.

To me, it just stains costume, this chewing the gum.

I could never learn to like it.

'You are an American, are you not?'

Uh-huh.

Oh, it's a wonderful thing to be an American.

Free, independent.

Four score and seven years ago

our fathers brought forth upon this continent

a new nation.

Conceived in liberty and dedicated

to the proposition that all men are created equal.

I learned to speak English in an American missionary school.

You do alright.

You no doubt consider it strange I should bring along

my own food onboard the deluxe train.

No. Not necessarily.

On trains these days, they feed soldiers first

and civilians second.

Oh, that is how it should be.

So I generally bring my own food.

- You travel a lot? - I used to.

'We were always traveling before the war.'

Now everything is so changed.

Yeah, the world isn't like it used to be.

I've been all over Persia and Southern Russia

in the last two months. And I've seen a lot.

I just flew in from Baku. A far ground at the Senalep.

- Oh, may I hang up your coat? - No, thank you.

- I don't want to take it off. - Well, let me get you a pillow.

That man... that man out there..

- Did he say something to you? - He's following me.

If he sticks his head in here, I'll punch him in the nose.

Here, make yourself comfortable.

Allow me to introduce myself.

My name Ana Remzi.

Joe Barton.

You know I've been wondering about you.

This man out there, is an informer.

'He recognized me.'

At the frontier, I shall be searched.

In here I have more than 5,000 lira of securities.

It is all that remains of what my poor father left me.

I no longer have a home.

They killed my father and my two brothers, the swines.

Please take my securities across the border for me.

You are an American

they would not dare search your person.

I will pay you 200 lira.

Almost a 150 dollars, and there is no risk for you.

This means a lot to you, doesn't it?

Yes. Oh, yes, Mr. Barton.

Please, you will never regret it.

Okay. I'll do it. But for free.

No charge.

'Turkey Syrian frontier.'

Really, there's no need for you to search me.

I've told you everything. My name is--

Yes, madame, we know. But this is merely a regulation.

Very well.

Please come with me to the customs office.

- What is your business? - I sell machinery.

For oil wells and refineries.

I got some money waiting for me in Ankara.

At Ankara, where are you going to reside, sir?

At The Hotel Europe.

If you are living the country more than one week

please, do visit a police station and register.

Ms. Remzi, I was getting worried about you.

Well, I guess that's that. It's all clear.

Here you are.

No, please put it back in your pocket.

This man got back on the train again.

Wouldn't you do me just one more favor?

Sure.

Please take my securities on as far as Ankara.

- Why not. - Oh, thank you. You're so kind.

Oh, you Americans are so wonderful.

Now, listen. This is what you do.

You go to your hotel... and you ah, what do you call it?

You kill a little time, while I get rid of this man.

Let me take you to the hotel.

No. It's much easier for me to get rid of him, if I'm alone.

And then, after about an hour or so, you come to my hotel.

The Hotel Cardenas.

And I'll be there, waiting for you.

Oh, swell and maybe we can have dinner together.

Maybe.

Oh, how do you do? The hotel is full up. You have reservation?

- Yes. Barton. - Oh yes, sir.

I received it myself. You are in 315.

Hello?

Who? Oh, just a minute. It's for you, sir.

- Me? - Yes, sir.

Hello?

Mr. Barton? Everything is alright.

I'll be right over.

Say, could you tell me where The Cardenas Hotel is?

It's in the old section of town.

It is not very respectable there.

I get it.

Hey.

Ms. Remzi is expecting me.

- Uh... name? - Barton.

Room 25.

Ms. Remzi.

Ms. Remzi?

Ms. Remzi.

Mr. Barton... Mr. Barton.

- 'What's the matter?' - Mr. Barton..

Nikolai!

- Where did that man go? - Up the street.

Wait for me at the automobile.

Hotel Europe.

Who is it?

- 'Mr. Barton?' - Yes.

Open up. Police.

Just a minute.

'Open up!

'Open up!'

Your passport, Mr. Barton.

Oh, what's the trouble? I just arrived in town.

Your passport, Mr. Barton.

American, huh?

'That's right.'

I have a few questions to ask.

I suggest you cooperate.

I'd be delighted.

- Salesman, huh? - Uh-huh.

What brings you to Turkey?

Well, just passing through on my way back to the States.

Where did you go after you left the hotel?

No place. It's my first time here and I just went around

and took a little stroll, that's all.

You must submit to a search of your person.

Sure. Here, I'll help you.

It's the company I work for, my wallet.

Oh, there's some chewing gum in there.

Couple of telephone numbers that won't do you any good.

They're from Brooklyn.

Will you please come with us?

- Where? - To the police commissary.

He would like to ask you a few more questions.

Looks like you're taking the long way to that police station.

Keep quiet please.

Is this what you call headquarters?

Keep moving, understand?

That's one language I do understand.

Ah, the American.

'Be seated.'

You are indignant no doubt, Mr. Barton.

And outraged even. That's quite understandable, sir.

What right have I, a perfect stranger,

to have my men kidnap you, an American citizen?

Here on legitimate business, unless these documents lie.

'The answer is, no right at all.'

'Except my own wishes.'

That's right, sir. Make yourself comfortable.

I'm always in favor of doing business in comfort.

Business? I've got no business with you.

Come, come, Mr. Barton.

Let's get to the point.

Why did you kill Ms. Beronovic?

- Who? - Beronovic.

Never heard of her.

Perhaps you knew her under the name of Remzi, Ana Remzi?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You may think that I enquire after the fate of Beronovic

or Remzi, as you know, are out of some petty desire

for revenge. That is not so.

Ms. Remzi, personally, was not of the slightest interest to me.

She was, however, carrying a certain property of mine

and you probably examined it.

'You know the photographs are of no monetary value to you.'

Don't waste any time, let me handle him.

Who are you, anyway?

I fail to see that it can be of the slightest interest

for you to know it. It is however, Colonel Robinson.

Now that we've observed that formality, get to the point.

Remzi telephoned me to say that you were carrying the envelope.

My men were on the spot in time to see you go in her hotel.

They did not see you leave.

- Is that correct, Mailler? - That is correct.

For the last time, I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't you think you're being rather foolish?

For instance.

Now, please, don't spoil this delightful evening

with talk of unpleasant things.

Be sensible, Mr. Barton. Hand over the envelope.

Forget the whole affair.

We might even discuss the question of a substantial

honorarium in recognition of your trouble and discomfort.

'What do you say?'

I said my piece and I'll stick to it.

The art of persuasion has always interested me.

'The early 1920s brought with them a renaissance of that art'

'which compares in glory of achievement'

'to the inquisition itself.'

'A modern master's work with the sublime simplicity'

'and humility of the truly inspired.'

And there's a procedure which consists of treating

the lower part of the face with rubber truncheons.

'Oddly enough, the subject frequently dies of lung trouble'

'some few months later.'

'Something to do with congestion.'

'Caused by the treatment.'

There are many others just as interesting.

And all have their advocates.

'Myself, I have no special likes and dislikes.'

I think you see, what is in my mind.

Do you, Mr. Barton?

The good ol' third degree.

Very pretty reasoning, Mr. Barton.

I'm in no mood for drawing unpleasantries.

It seems we shall have to insist on your cooperation.

- You'll never get it. - I think so.

I'll leave him to you, Mailler. Only don't be too long about it.

They're taking you downstairs to the cellars.

You'll be separated from this room by several meters

of stonework and earth.

But I think I'll be able to hear your reactions

to Captain Maillers persuasive methods.

Yeah? That's what you think.

Going to be sensible, my friend?

Or do I have to start on you?

Had enough yet?

Just wasting your time.

'Put up your hands.'

Step back there.

Very charming little gadget.

Keep your hands up.

You pigs!

That's the only language you're doing--

Wait a minute. This is my meat.

No, no, no, this way. Follow me.

This is my sister, Mr. Barton.

I think we've met before.

How did you know my name?

I'll explain you that later.

Nevermind who I am. Kindly listen attentively.

You'll find a dead woman in The Cardenas Hotel.

The last person to see her alive was an American named Barton.

Registered to the Hotel Europe.

Check with the night porter.

Well, well, well. Here we are.

Please, please make yourself at home. Comfortable..

Sit down and-and we will look after your wound.

My sweet little Tamara, how about getting some hot water?

I'll be glad to. Does that pain you?

Oh, it's nothing much. I'd forget it.

Forget it? No.

Very bad things can come from very little cuts.

It's nice to relax after what we've been through

and we've been through quite a bit, haven't we?

We sure have.

Well, now we are here. Now we eat.

But first we will have a drink of vodka.

That will, how do you say, pick you up.

Come on, stop stalling.

You said when we get to the apartment, we'd talk.

- Alright, let's talk. - Yeah, but not so quick.

Oh, you Americans.

Always in a hurry, hurry. Business, business.

Well, we will talk, but quietly.

First, like gentlemen we'll have a drink of vodka.

Not for me. I never use it.

Strange!

Oh, it's just a scratch. I wouldn't bother.

- I want to do it. - Mm, mm!

Again, you put that cheap vodka in my bottle.

Where did you hide the real one?

In the kitchen.

She always hides my good vodka from me.

Excuse me, please.

I don't know why they always keep my vodka..

Barton, he lives at the Europe Hotel, Room 315.

Search it. I'll keep him here to give you time.

- Room 315, Europe Hotel? - That's right.

Ha!

Well, well. Mm. Ha ha ha.

This is vodka!

Mm! Smell it.

Couldn't I tempt you? Would make you feel much better.

I feel okay, thanks to your sister.

Thank you.

Well..

Well, let's get down to business.

What's your racket?

Racket? What is racket? An American word?

Don't understand it.

Well, to you, my very suspicious friend.

Say, why are you so suspicious of me?

- Didn't I save your life? - Yeah, sure.

And I appreciate it too.

But there are few things I'd like to have cleared up.

Who are you? And who is Ana Remzi?

And why was she killed?

Four simple questions.

And I'd like to have four simple answers.

Four simple... Ha ha!

W-w-what am I going to do with him?

- Answer his questions. - Thanks.

Your sister has a lot of sense.

Oh, yes, she.. You stay out of this!

Oh, I can see we're not getting any place.

- I'm going back to the hotel. - P-p-please, Mr. Barton--

You see, Nikolai, you're so crude.

A-and I'm crude, I'm not subtle. I know.

I-I don't know what to do.

Oh, perhaps we try the American way.

Cards on the table, huh?

Now we're getting someplace.

- What's your business? - Hm. Uh..

Confidentially, I... I am an agent of the Soviet Union.

- What is your business, sir? - Machinery. I sell it.

Oh, machinery. You know, with us Russians, machinery..

Well, it is like religion. What kind of machinery, please?

Heavy stuff for refineries.

I've been in Syria the last couple of months.

Oh, Syria. Hm.

Well, then you came to Ankara from Aleppo, didn't you?

That's right.

And in the train you met Ana Remzi

and she gave you a certain envelope?

Right again.

And when you tried to return it, she was dead, huh?

- Correct. - Then what happened?

- Then you showed up. - Ha ha ha.

What's Colonel Robinson's interest in all this?

Pig! He's a Nazi agent.

May I ask you a question, Mr. Barton?

Sure.

Why on earth didn't you give up that envelope

and save yourself that painful interlude

in Colonel Robinson's cellar?

I had an idea it was important to the Russian government.

That's right. It is. May I ask you another question?

Why does the welfare of the Russian government

concern you so much?

I'm an American. America is at war.

And Russia is one of our allies.

Of course, Mr. Barton. I apologize, I apologize.

You know that these few simple words

remove every suspicion from my mind concerning you.

I wish I could say the same for you.

Well, I'll tell you everything now. Everything.

- Believe me. - Okay, I'm waiting.

Well, you know that the Nazis are trying

to cause trouble between Russia and Turkey.

Yes, I read the papers.

You might also know they won't stop at anything.

Bribery, forgery, murder.

Well, they even made photographic copies

of false Russian plans to invade Turkey.

They are trying to publish that in a Turkish press.

Trying to excite the Turkish people.

So that they stop being neutral and go over to Germany's side.

Well, they didn't count with the Russian counter espionage.

The Russian agent, Ms. Boranovic

or as you know her, Ms. Remzi, intercepted those forgers.

Well, with consequences to herself that you know.

May I ask you now in the name of the Soviet Union

to turn that envelope to me?

Let me get this straight.

That girl I met on the train, Ms. Remzi.

She was a Russian agent and she was working for you?

That's right. That's correct.

I like my cards on the table, not from a cold deck.

You and Colonel Robinson should get together on your stories.

Huh?

He told me Remzi was working for him.

Maybe he was lying.

Maybe you're lying.

Well, I think I'll go to the hotel.

- Thanks for the first aid. - Wait, Mr. Barton.

I want the envelope.

Nobody is gonna get it, until I find out what it's all about.

- No? - No.

Sorry I had to do that. You did me a good turn.

Don't ever pull a gun on me.

Yes. Why don't you stop treating him as if he were an imbecile.

It stands to reason if he wouldn't give up that envelope

to Col. Robinson under pressure, he wouldn't give up to us.

If your are on the level about being Russian agents

meet me at the Russian Embassy in two hours.

- And the envelope? - I'll have it with me.

I want some vodka.

I want some vodka!

- How do you do, Mr. Barton? - Morning.

- Any messages for me? - No, nothing, sir.

Thanks.

Wanted for murder?

Mr. Barton just went up to his room.

He's in 315.

There is Mr. Barton.

This way down to the basement.

Hey.

- Yes, sir? - Have you any Polo cigarettes?

- Polo? Did you say Polo? - Yes.

P-O-L-O.

A friend in America told me about this place.

In America?

So Tunsa and sons are known even in America.

Did you hear that, baba?

I'm sorry. We have so many brands of cigarettes.

I-I can't quite place the name, Polo.

Perhaps if you'd be kind enough to write it out for me.

Sure.

Baba, do we have this cigarette?

This is my father.

He knows all about cigarettes and blends.

Matter of fact, there's nothing about tobaccos he doesn't know.

Effendi, this cigarette of which you speak

it is very strong. The blends--

I know the blends.

Three parts Bafra, three parts Latakia

three parts Mahala.

How many does the effendidesire?

Two hundred will be plenty.

Would you like your initials on each cigarette?

Yes, the initials are JB.

Mr. McNamara will be very happy to see you Mr. Barton.

Through that door and up the stairs.

- Hello, Mac. - Hello, Barton.

I thought you'd check in before this. Have any luck?

Yeah, I did, but it was all bad.

I had everything tied up in a nice sweet package.

And then things blew up. I need some help.

Help? Ha! You're gonna need plenty.

There isn't a newspaper in Turkey this morning

that doesn't carry your name and address.

Every policeman in Ankara is on the lookout for you.

I know. They almost nabbed me in my hotel.

How did they connect me with the Remzi killing?

Hm.

"According to the night porter at the hotel

"an American, Barton, was the last person

"to see Anna Remzi alive.

"The American entered by the lobby.

But the clerk swears he did not see him leave."

What's the setup in Ankara? Can you get the heat off?

No. The only way we can handle that

would be through the American embassy.

As you know, that's impossible. They can't acknowledge you.

If they do, your usefulness as an agent is at an end.

- You're on your own. - Okay.

There's a couple of people I wanna check up on.

You know anything about a Colonel Robinson?

Fat, slightly bald, grey moustache?

I'll have to look in my files for him.

A political saboteur.

Especially his molding public opinion.

Shrewd, has no more principle than a rattlesnake.

- Twenty percent Nazi. - I know. I met him.

He and his mob gave me a good going over.

Why'd he let you go? I don't get it, Barton.

When that baby grabs you, you're out. Zero. Right away.

I'm special. He had to let me live.

- What do you mean? - He wanted the envelope.

If I was a dead man, he couldn't get it, could he?

- You've got the envelope? - I had it.

Remzi gave it to me on the train.

Gave it to you?

Why didn't you destroy it? What were you waiting for?

Mac, do you know what was in that envelope?

Set of plans.

The Russian general's blueprint for the invasion of Turkey.

That's right, but they were phonies.

I know they were phonies, they can do the trick for Berlin.

In the wrong hands those plans could be whipped up meat.

They could be used to stir the whole Turkish population

into a beautiful uproar against Russia.

- Who's gonna do all this? - You know how they do it.

They've done it before. In Norway, they had Quisling.

- In France, Rafael. - And in Turkey?

I see. I get it.

Berlin always could cook up a new set of plans. Couldn't they?

Plans are just a bait to lead you to him.

Right on the nose, Mac. But I lost the bait.

And who do you think got it? Robinson?

I don't know. I'm not sure.

That's why I'm here.

Ask some questions and look at a few pictures.

Shoot.

You got anything in your files on Zaleshoff?

Says he's a Russian. Works with a girl

supposed to be his sister. She's not bad lookin'.

Zaleshoff?

- Little guy. - Mm-hm.

They haven't been here long.

I haven't been able to find out much about him.

They may be Russian agents and maybe not.

There was a man on the train that was following Ms. Remzi.

He was tall, about six-foot-two or three.

Had eyes like Lavelle. A heavy, black moustache.

Could be a Romanian.

Let's see. We try to keep tabs on every foreigner

who comes to Ankara because every other one's an agent.

It's a tough job.

Syria was bush league stuff compared to this.

We had to worry about the Germans and the wishy French.

'This one?'

'No.'

- 'What about this one?' - 'No, that's not it.'

- 'I've got a hunch.' - 'Wait a minute.'

'Boy, this is the guy.'

'Igor Rashenko.'

Seems to be one of his names.

Quite a traveler, this bird.

Two trips to Romania. A couple of jumps to Berlin

and a few weekends in Italy. Seems to like Axis countries.

This is the monkey that followed Ms. Remzi on the train.

I think he killed her.

If I catch up with him, I can get what I'm after.

Well, the last address we had on him was... 120 Yelda Street.

120 Yelda Street?

Why, that's where the Zaleshoffs live.

Oh, things are beginning to add up.

Mac, you got a local man I can trust?

Yeah. Why?

I need someone who can talk Turkish.

They'll be picking up Americans in few days

and I don't want to be one of them.

I'll give you, Hassan. The kid in the store.

He knows his way around Ankara, don't let his looks fool you.

He's as tough as they come.

Yes, Mr. McNamara?

Go with Mr. Barton. Do what he tells you.

Yes, sir.

I'd look conspicuous without a hat and coat.

- Think you can fix me up? - In a jiffy.

Let me see, size 38 coat. Size seven hat, right?

Make the hat seven and one-eighth.

Where are you headed for now?

A wild ride on a Turkish merry-go-round.

What happened, Mr. Barton?

Where do you think you're going?

Well, we were just leaving to meet you at the embassy.

Go on. Get back in that apartment.

Go on.

B-but I swear to you, Mr. Barton

we were just leaving for the embassy.

We had an appointment. Was your suggestion, wasn't it?

I changed my plans, do you mind?

No, no.

The envelope, did you bring it with you?

- Sit down, the both of you. - Alright.

And don't get tricky. There's a few things I want cleared up.

- I want 'em cleared up fast. - What do you wanna know?

The truth about the papers Remzi was carrying.

I don't believe that story about their being forgeries.

But I swear to you, they are.

The Turkish police have tagged me with the murder of Remzi.

Now, who killed her?

It was one of our agents.

Remzi was in the pay of the Nazis.

Come on, the both of ya, stop this double talk.

- I'll take it. - Alright, alright.

Stand up.

Oh!

'How can you explain this? A German passport.'

I thought you told me you were working for the Soviet Union.

But we are.

Since when did the Soviet Union adapt the swastika?

Well, I have to admit it's a German passport

but... I have passports of many a country.

Well, they might send me to Berlin tomorrow.

I have to be prepared for that emergency.

Look, I-I-I swear.

I swear on the-on the head of my mother.

On the life of their children, I-I said the truth.

I don't know.

- Ca-can I have some vodka? - Skip the vodka.

- Open up that bag. - Alright.

I give you my word of honor.

Everything my brother has told you is a fact.

We are Russian agents. You must believe us.

'Maybe you are, but I--'

Mr. Barton, I waited outside for you just as you told me.

But as soon as I saw those people come out--

- Where did they go? - In a car.

I could not follow them. I have their license number.

- That's a great help. - Maybe I can find something.

Hello, hello.

Just a second.

- What was all that talk? - I found out about the car.

Yeah?

It is registered to Igor Rashenko.

Istanbul, 55 Bosphorus Road.

Rashenko's car? Come on, let's go.

- Do you have the tickets? - Yes, sir.

- The train is very crowded. - Any police?

- Many. - How far back is our car?

- Oh, just a few steps. - Give me few words in Turkish.

- How do you say yes? - Evet.

Evet. Alright?

- Tamam. - Tamam.

Okay, you keep talking as we walk along.

This is the Istanbul paper.

It carries the same description of you as the others.

It does, huh?

You think they recognize me?

From the description in the paper.

- Where's he going? - To the conductor.

You start an argument. I'm getting outta here.

I'm terribly sorry.

I've been robbed. My wallet has been sto--

What's going on? What is the matter here?

Hey!

Colonel Robinson.

- Ah, Herr Bastaki. - Hello, Robinson.

Uh, let's step into the library.

Uh, pleasure.

Please, sit down.

Well, Herr Bastaki, there they are.

A complete and detailed plan of the Soviet general staff

for the invasion of Turkey.

They are authentic.

Authentic or not, let the Turkish people

once see them spread across the face of a Turkish paper.

With all the details authenticated

'and explained, and then--'

And then?

In Poland... we had the Corridor.

In Czechoslovakia, the Sudetenland.

In Austria and Romania, we had friends.

In this country, we have neither.

Neither a claim, nor enough friends.

We must even create our own incident.

This will be it.

And, uh, Germany enters Turkey? I see.

Yes, to protect it. Berlin, Istanbul, Baghdad.

Bismarck's old dream almost a hundred years old

realized at last.

You have the press, the newspapers..

...which can appear on every street corner in Turkey..

...in 24 hours.

I have the ear and the authority of the Wilhelmstrasse.

- Well? - Well?

You owned oil wells in your native Romania once.

- They shall be returned to you. - When?

When your country no longer needs them

to conduct a war with?

Which time will be shortened appreciably

by the publication of this information in your paper.

Pending that, Germany will be the protector

of your adopted country.

'There'll be certain privileges and positions'

within the gift of the Wilhelmstrasse..

...which will be as valuable as oil wells.

Then I will request this promise from the Wilhelmstrasse.

That was anticipated.

An aeroplane is being held at your disposal.

Alright.

Then, uh, I will telephone you here, tonight.

Make yourself comfortable here.

You will... excuse me, please.

Herr Bastaki?

We have been called a methodical people

let us remain so.

What's that?

A memorandum of the transaction

between us described in detail.

I will ask you to sign it.

In detail?

You're asking me to sign my own death warrant

in Turkey in case... you should fail or I should--

Should change your mind, exactly, Herr Bastaki.

If you please?

I will... telephone you here, tonight.

I'm sure you will, Herr Bastaki.

Mr. Barton!

Keep your voice down. Where's your brother and Rashenko?

They're not here.

- When will they be back? - I don't know.

How many cups of coffee do you drink at once?

'Hey, Tamara, is the coffee ready?'

Rashenko and I are leaving in a few minutes and we..

Nice to see you boys together.

You certainly have a deplorable lack of faith

in your fellow men, don't you, Mr. Barton?

We're very happy to see you, especially, Tamara.

'She's been worried about you.'

I can imagine.

I was afraid Rashenko might have hit you too hard.

You seem to have lots of duties.

Like tearing hotel rooms apart. Mine for instance.

I'm not gonna get slugged from behind this time.

Especially by you.

Get over there, all of you, and sit down.

Don't you think we are losing very precious time?

What exactly are your intentions?

My intentions haven't changed.

I'm gonna get what I'm after. The envelope, where is it?

I haven't got it.

We sent Rashenko to search your hotel room.

But somebody got there before him.

We're convinced it's Colonel Robinson.

That's why we came to Istanbul to find him.

Look, if I told you that I had you put out of action

for your own sake, you would be surprised, wouldn't you?

Well, it's true.

In your present state as a criminal

you would be nothing, but a liability to us.

Don't you realize? You're a marked man.

You're wanted for murder.

You use every trick, don't you?

But it is logical that we two should work together.

You want the envelope. I want it.

- So-- - So we're allies again.

- Is that it? - Yes, certainly.

And we're gonna work together side by side?

- Well, that is what I hope. - Alright, then hand it over.

- But I haven't got it. I.. - Look, my sister told you.

We came to Istanbul because we are convinced

that Colonel Robinson has it.

Take it easy. I still don't believe you.

Well, I don't know what to do with him.

Please, Nikolai. Perhaps I can convince him.

Hm?

Now if I will write down how I killed the traitor, Boranovic

and signed my name, would that convince you?

Thank you, Rashenko.

Well, if you permit us we can do it right away.

I, Igor Rashenko, hereby confess

to the murder of Ana Boranovic, alias, Ana Remzi.

You mean to tell me he's writing his life away just like that?

Why not? Nikolai or I would do the same.

Now, Mr. Barton... I hope you're convinced.

I'm convinced that you haven't got what I'm looking for.

And that's all I'm interested in.

Well.

Well, Mr. Barton, as they say in America

I can see you have the situation well in hand.

Yeah, come on, let's get outta here.

Gotta find Robinson.

There's a cafe, The Golden Horn.

The Nazis make it a hideout in Istanbul.

- You got any friends there? - Yes.

Good.

- What is your desire, Effendi? - Two raki.

Hello? Colonel Robinson there?

Just a minute. Herr Hotchkins.

Hotchkins, I've been waiting to hear from you.

The American, did you follow him from Ankara?

Excellent, Hotchkins. Excellent.

Make sure he does not leave The Golden Horn.

If you must resort to extreme violence, do so.

The important thing that I stress

is that I wish to be rid of this meddler for all time.

Once you have acted, let me know the results.

Found out that Mr. Robinson has been at the German Consulate

several times today.

Thanks.

That's our next stop.

Well, it looks like there's gonna be trouble. Come on.

- Do you understand English? - Yeah.

- Where's Robinson? - I-I don't know.

- Don't lie, where did he go? - I don't know.

We know he was at the German consulate today.

- You better tell us. - Don't argue with him.

Step on it, when you get to 80, I'll pounce him out.

Wait! Wait, I'll tell you. He's at the villa of Bastaki.

You'll take us there or I'll bat your brains out.

I will. Continue on this road.

- Is this it? - Yeah.

- Just up the road. - Turn off your lights.

I'm going up to check on this monkey and see if he's lying.

You stay here.

- And hold on to this guy. - Okay.

'We will now turn you over to our studio orchestra.'

'whose first number will be by Johann Strauss.'

'Rashenko!'

Drop your gun, Mr. Barton. Put your hands up.

I'm glad you have the intelligence to obey my command.

My reputation for accurate shooting

has been challenged, but twice.

And on both occasions, it proved disastrous to the challenger.

Knowing how you Nazis operate

they probably had their backs turned.

Perhaps, if it was to accomplish our purpose.

Is it alright if I put my hands down?

If you'll please kick that weapon in this direction first.

Must be obvious to you that your arrival here was not unexpected.

There's no way to persuade you to mind your own business.

You still talk as much as ever.

Yes, Mr. Barton, I still talk.

I still act also.

That fact has probably not escaped you.

Please sit down.

As you know I am a firm advocate ...of comfort at all times.

I wouldn't advise you to attempt any heroics.

- Just looking for a cigarette. - Allow me.

I'm happy to see that you still believe

in putting yourself at ease, Mr. Barton.

Curious touch of a grotesque.

A dead man on the floor.

A condemned one sitting before me.

And a Strauss waltz as the funeral march.

- 'What could be more entertaining?' - What are you driving at?

I regret that we may soon part company again, Mr. Barton.

The part is to die a little, the French say.

But I'm afraid it is you, who is going to die.

Most of us kick off sooner or later.

Maybe it's my tough luck to be sooner.

Pretty sound reasoning, Mr. Barton.

I'm not entirely satisfied to see you die.

You have a strong face, a determined jaw and clear eye.

You also possess a quality which as a businessman

I value highly.

'Extreme tenacity'

an admirable persistency. I find it very rare.

I could use your services, sir.

Translating all that chatter into plain English..

...what do you want from me?

I offer you the opportunity of participating

in one of the greatest adventures of modern times.

The creation of a new world order.

How do I fit into that?

From time to time, you'll be given assignments

which will require the attention

of a courageous and determined man.

'I don't demand any services for nothing.'

'You'll be paid well.'

- I'm listening. - Good.

Please don't imagine by seeming to agree to my suggestion

you can interfere any further in this present affair.

'Your liberty will not be restored to you'

'for several weeks.'

You mean until Turkey and Russia are at war.

And a pro Nazi government controls this country.

Precisely.

Until matters have been straightened out in Turkey

to our satisfaction.

- Is that all? - Not quite.

You see you might also be thinking..

...that if you agree now, you may save your skin

and be able to retract later. That will not do.

I shall require proof of your intentions.

Such as?

It'll be of interest to you to know

that we have some of your companions here.

'Mailler!'

See now, Mr. Barton?

Well, you didn't want to listen to me.

Charming reunion, no doubt.

Maybe you're a trifle distressed at meeting your friends here.

- They're no friends of mine. - Sit down, please.

What has this got to do with us?

These Russians have an annoying habit

of continuing to fight, until they're exterminated.

Death is the only answer.

'In an uncertain world, nothing is more certain than that.'

Supposing, therefore, we were to ask you

to shoot Mr. Zaleshoff for us?

Hmm. Quite a predicament, huh?

It's a deal.

Between the eyes is a good place, Mr. Barton.

It's quick and sure.

Ha ha.

What kind of a gag is this?

Come, come, Mr. Barton, you don't suppose

we put a loaded automatic in your hand

without knowing the sincerity of your intentions.

Well, you know it now.

You'll excuse me, I know.

Mailler will see to your comforts.

Colonel Robinson on telephone.

Then I'll leave immediately. Have a car ready.

Good news, Mailler! Very good news.

Bastaki regains his Romanian oil fields.

And the Third Reich converts another passive neutral

into an active ally.

Congratulations. But what about our little deal?

I'm afraid our farce must be concluded here and now.

The truth of the matter is, you're merely providing me

with an entertaining interlude.

Where you and your Russian friends

have failed in your task... I have accomplished mine.

Maybe, but the final score isn't in yet.

I'm afraid it is.

Mr. Barton, perhaps there is lurking in your mind

a ray of possibility of outside help.

Could be.

Would it disturb you to know that your young Turkish friend

has been put out of the way, as you're going to be?

I will not be stopped by you or anyone.

I don't intend to fail. We, Nazis do not relish failure.

When you flop in your country, you end up in a coffin.

And rightly so.

I would not like to go back to Berlin after a failure.

I have taken precautions.

What is about to happen to you, is one of them.

Another... is this little document.

What's that?

That is a sword.

A sword of Damocles.

I made Bastaki sign it.

Bastaki?

Aah!

That's your man.

Who's been very useful to us.

Who will continue to be useful to us

so long as I hold this over his head.

I have even guarded against the possibility..

...that Bastaki would change his mind.

By this time tomorrow, I will have accomplished

what even Bismarck could not.

But you will not be here to see it, Mr. Barton.

Mailler, I leave these charming people in your capable hands.

Dispose of them as you wish.

Fortunately for us, we do not have to worry

about interference this time.

Bastaki will not return until tomorrow. Get up!

Go on! Go on, all of you.

How'd you know the gun wasn't loaded?

By its weight.

There might've been one bullet in it.

- A chance I had to take. - You had to take.

- Pardon me. - Why worry about that now?

Our friend here has other ideas.

'Nikolai!'

We gotta catch up with that fat guy.

- Our car's down the road. - Look out!

You stay here. I'm going around the back.

- Be careful. - Don't worry about me.

I'll take care of myself.

- Editor's office, which one? - Straight ahead.

- Who is it you wish to see? - Mr. Rader.

He's very busy.

Colonel Robinson's here, isn't he?

- Yes. - It's important I see him.

Well, he's in the composing room with Mr. Rader.

And does not wish to be disturbed.

Thanks.

It's a rough copy, but that's what it'll look like.

"Russia plans to attack Turkey secret document sheds evidence."

Excellent.

That should convince the Turkish people

of Russia's intended treachery.

Through the unthanked efforts of our reporters

we are able to uncover this startling fact.

Then proceed with the armies of the Third Reich

the trouble of invading Turkey.

- When you return to Berlin? - Tonight.

And then?

There are other countries still persistent in remaining neutral.

Let's a toast to the new ally of the Third Reich.

The Turkish Republic would not be out of place.

By all means.

- Hail Hitler! - Hail Hitler!

For four years, Rader, the Wilhelmstrasse

has been attempting unsuccessfully

to create an incident that would force Turkey and Russia

at each other's throats.

Threats, briberies, assassinations

have been attempted, with no success.

But I with a simple but brazen strategy..

...have been able in one week to accomplish

what they have failed to do since the beginning of the war.

Pardon me.

- Nothing's gone wrong. - I don't know.

They want me in the composing room immediately.

I'll be right back.

Come here.

Rader.

Rader.

Get back in there.

Put up your hands.

Sorry, I haven't got any Strauss music to go with this.

Oui, sir, there are occasions when music is out of place.

As you're aware, I enjoy discussing business in comfort.

Do you mind if I sit down?

Stay on your feet, I'm calling the tune this time.

Least you might allow me to lower my hands.

Go ahead.

Trouble with you, Mr. Barton, is that you're a member

of a rapidly disappearing race.

Your sense of danger is deficient.

Your conceit monumental.

Or is it, I wonder, that you lack imagination.

Get off the soapbox and hand over that envelope.

I haven't got it.

It's gonna be a cinch for me to take it off your dead body.

Give me it.

Hope your nerves are good because if your hand jerks

one fraction of an inch, I'm gonna blast.

Alright, take 'em out. Let me see them.

Get over to the desk.

Put 'em in that ashtray. And now, burn 'em.

Just wanna be sure they don't get in the wrong hands again.

You should be cognizant to the fact that this newspaper

is in complete sympathy with the German government.

It is for this reason that I give you my personal guarantee

that you won't leave this building alive.

Unfortunately, Mr. Barton, those papers that are burning

'are no longer of any value.'

I have accomplished, what I set out to do.

Even as we talk, the paper is going to press.

That's what you think. Now give me the other paper.

- What paper? - The Bastaki deal.

- I no longer have it. - That's your story.

What are you gonna do with it?

The Turkish government will be glad to see

the kind of a Nazi deal, Bastaki makes.

What are you going to do with me?

Nothing. There's such a thing as international law.

I'm gonna turn you over to the Turkish government.

They'll send me back to Berlin.

Your passport, sir.

Yes, you're quite right, of course.

I will not need that anymore.

Who were they talking about?

They said that Himmler himself sent them.

- Himmler? - To hang them.

Well, Joe, you did a good job.

I sent a full report to the boys in Washington.

- Thanks. - There's your plane.

You better say goodbye to Ms. Zaleshoff.

Goodbye, huh?

C'est la guerre!

No time for romance when duty calls.

Come on, honey. Let's go.

Hey! What is this?

I've been assigned to Cairo too.

Now, what do you think, you two are gonna do in Cairo?

What do you think, Mac? C'est la guerre!

We're gonna cement Russian-American relations.