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FEMALE NARRATOR:
"How do you know
I'm mad?" said Alice.

"You must be," said the Cat,

"or you wouldn't
have come here."

SORCERER: I think
we may have overstayed
our welcome here.

JACK: 20 minutes late.

I don't think
our prospective Joe
is gonna show up, sport.

We should go.

What are we
doing here, Harvey?

What are we doing here?

Well, we're not in this
dry rot and rain wash
of a city because I like it,

or because it
brightens my life any.

We're here because the Goths
are at the damn gate.

Plain and simple,
and somebody's
gotta man the damn gate.

And you're that somebody,
Harv?

Yeah, sure. Why not?

Sweet Jesus
doesn't see anyone
down there.

Should he keep looking?

SORCERER: Oh, my back!

(SWEET JESUS ON RADIO)

SORCERER:
What's Sweet Jesus saying?

FALLEN ANGEL:
He says it's cold down there.

They say there are
7,000 spies in Berlin,

all ready to put down
cold cash for secrets.

Well, maybe we gotta outbid.

FALLEN ANGEL: Be quiet!

He's here!

(KNOCKING AT THE DOOR)

I am Constantine Vishnevsky.

SORCERER: Getting you,
your wife and your child

out of East Germany
is very complicated.

A lot of people will be asked
to jeopardize
their lives for you.

A lot of money
will be spent to set

you and your family up
in the United States.

And what I'm
getting tonight, buddy,

just doesn't
warrant that expense.

But I...
What I gave you...

I could get it for a lot less
Sturm und Drang, buddy.

What if I am able to reveal

the identity of a Soviet agent

in Britain's intelligence
service, the Ml6?

You got a name?

No.

I know precise date
he was debriefed in
Stockholm last summer.

And date of debrief in Zurich
the previous winter.

I'm gonna need more than that.

With that information,
even a child
could identify him.

Wait! Wait.

I give you the recording
of this Soviet
mole's last debrief.

I give you the man's voice.

Surely you can identify
the mole from his voice.

Comrade Vishnevsky,

let's talk turkey.

ANGLETON: Since last night,
I have been meticulously
cross-referencing

Vishnevsky's information
from the Sorcerer's.

His bona fides
match my information.

ALLEN: Okay,
Jim, let's not let this one
wriggle off the hook.

I'm already taking
care of matters, Allen.

Good. Keep me informed.

Will do.

Have this enciphered
poly-alphabetically

and sent to Berlin
Station immediately.

Burn the original.
Speak to no one.

Yes, sir.

Any spies in the house?

Adrian, take a load off.

Tell me what worlds
you've conquered this morning.

You and your
damn cards.

How do you keep
track of them all?

Well...

Certain cards
simply cry out for me.

I am their mother.

A Soviet mole in Ml6.
It can't be.

Everything in the
Sorcerer's report checked out.

The Sorcerer
plans on smuggling

Vishnevsky and his family
into West Berlin
tomorrow night.

KGB won't even
know he's missing

till we have
the tape in hand.

Give us the mole's name
and we'll draw and
quarter the bastard.

You'll have to keep this
under wraps for a bit, Adrian.

I can hardly believe this,

but Vishnevsky seems
bloody legitimate
to me, James.

The more valuable
the real information,

the bigger the
potential deception.

True genius,
as Churchill taught us,

resides in the
capacity to evaluate
conflicting information.

You, Jimbo,
have true genius.

No, it's true.
You have that unique
skill to find patterns

within what seems
like conflicting trivia

and useless
pieces of information.

And patterns,
as every spy worth
his salt grasps,

are the shells
of conspiracy.

Deceptions within deceptions,

moves behind moves.

But don't get lost
in the wilderness
of mirrors, Mother.

I forget to whom I speak.

Never too lost to
enjoy a few martinis.

The magic words.

JACK: Vishnevsky.

He hemmed and hawed his way
through his biography

and you put
the screws to him.

God, Harvey, what...

What do you have
in that cooler?

Slivovitz.

I drink what
my health report

describes as a toxic
level of alcohol.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay, let's play
this one out.

Let's say Vishnevsky
is a disinformation agent.

He'd be programed to
give us his history,
chapter and verse,

without sounding
like he made it up.

Does that have to be on?

Prying ears, sport.

Bugs have been found.

How do we know
the KGB isn't one step ahead,

that they
programed Vishnevsky

to hem and haw his way
through the legend?

My nose didn't twitch.

My nose always twitches
when I sniff a phony.

And if Vishnevsky
is a black agent?

Even if we know
the defector is
a double agent,

we play the game
as if we don't know.

We use the false information
the Russians are
giving us against them.

Plus we use
some disinformation
of our own.

It's a delicate game,
isn't it?

More than you know.

But in order to be
a player you gotta

cross over into the
"wilderness of mirrors."

Angleton's words,
not mine.

What if I don't want to?

You already have.

(COXSWAIN SHOUTING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(BELL CLANGING)

(ALL CHEERING)

YEVGENY: Leo, Jack,
you did it!

GIRL: Congratulations!

LEO: Hello. Hi. Hi.

Who the devil was that?

Yevgeny Tsipin,
thief of raccoon coat
as well as girlfriends.

She's slipping away.

LEO: You, me, Yevgeny,

we're gonna be
going our separate ways
in a few weeks.

Well, all good things
must come to an end.

Right now, let's
relish the moment.

Can an ex-coach
buy you a drink?

I think so.

I'd like to
discuss a very promising

proposition for
two champions.

So, are you a Stalinist
or a Marxist, Yevgeny?

I'm neither.
I'm a Tolstoyist.

And who knows
what that means?

Well, Tolstoy
spent most of his life

searching for
a unifying theory,

a single key that
would unlock every door.

Booze?

(LAUGHING)

A universal explanation

for our poverty,
our politics,
our passions, economics.

My parents were
chased out of Russia
by the Bolsheviks,

and here I am
rooming with one.

You know, that is
very insulting, Leo.

It's very insulting.

I am not a Bolshevist...
Bolshevik.

What I am is...
I'm drunk.

One final toast.

To all the good talks
we've had along this river

when we
probably should've been
studying for exams.

This is probably the last
of our talks, gents,

and Stella.

YEVGENY: The troika!

Troika.

Troika.

WISNER:
The Truman Doctrine of 1947

promised that America
would aid free
peoples everywhere

in the struggle
against totalitarianism.

The principal instrument
of American foreign
policy in that struggle

is the Central
Intelligence Agency.

Make no mistake about it,
Western civilization
is under attack.

It is a war of attrition,

and a very thin
line of patriots
mans the ramparts.

Who will remain
standing the longest?

Class of '46.
Skull and Bones.

Elliott Ebbitt III.
Call me Ebby.

Jack McAuliffe,
Leo Kritzky, class of '50.

How'd you know we were Yale?

Please.

So, how'd you two get tapped?

Our crew coach.

You?

OSS in the war.

We need men and women
who are aggressive,

willing to take risks,

who can plunge
into the unknown

without worrying
how to get back out.

There are no
textbooks on spying.

You make it up
as you go along.

And the real world
of espionage is less glamorous

and a lot more dangerous
than any fiction
writer can imagine.

It's a lifetime of secrets, of

counter-moves and deception.

Those who do not want
to enter this world

can leave now
without embarrassment.

To those who choose to stay,
welcome to the Company.

SORCERER: ln my experience,
Russians are always

late for meetings
and early for defections.

if Vishnevsky
is blown, Harvey,

the safe house
could be blown.

Yeah, I know
that, sport.

That's why my
nose is twitching
to beat the band.

(MIMICKING GUNFIRE)

You want to stop that?
Yes, okay, yes.

(CUCKOO CLOCK CHIMING)

Pack up. Move out.

Sweet Jesus
picked up the dog!

FALLEN ANGEL:
That means trouble.

Police. Let's disappear.

Yeah, disappearing
sounds good.

SORCERER: Damn!

(WOMAN SHOUTING)

SORCERER: Come on.
FALLEN ANGEL: My radio!

Leave the damn radio.

That oughta slow
the bastards down.

(GRUNTING)

Damn crap-piss holster!

Only the ones
in uniform.

MAN: Not to shoot!
SORCERER:
Hold your fire, Jack!

MAN: Not to shoot!
Not to shoot! I'm KGB!

KGB is not on the menu.

They don't shoot at us,
we don't shoot at them.

MAN: I know
it is you, Torriti!

Drop your weapon!

Now, can anyone,
anyone on my payroll,
tell me how that happened?

Vishnevsky now
has a rendezvous

with a bullet in
the back of his skull.

His wife and kid
will probably spend

the rest of their
lives in a labor camp.

Vishnevsky counted
on me to get him out
and I didn't do it.

How come every asset
we try and pull in

winds up in front
of a firing squad?

And why is
all the information
we're getting garbage?

And how come
the KGB knows more about

what we're doing than we do?

Why? I'll tell you why.

'Cause we're being
jerked around by a damn mole!

Do you believe
the Sorcerer, Jimbo?

I believe he believes it.

if the leak really was
on the Company's end,

the mole in Ml6 would
have to have heard it

from the Deputy
Director of Operations

or the DCI himself.

It's a handful of
very powerful people.

Do you know what
you're saying?

if he does exist,
I will find that mole.

Believe me.

Well, use caution
when shaking those
corridors of power, Jimbo.

Pavel, you honor us
with your presence.

My son, I would
like you to meet

an old friend
of your mother's,
Pavel Zhilov.

It is a shame
that a tragedy
should bring you home

from your studies
in America.

Your father is very proud.

Thank you, Comrade Zhilov.

Starik,
to my friends.

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

STARIK: I remember how
your mother loved to read.

Dostoyevsky was her favorite.

She seemed like
a character straight
from one of his books,

the way she would
spit over her shoulder
for good luck.

Or the way she would
always sit on her...

Suitcase before
every voyage.

What did your father
tell you about me?

Only that I would be foolish
not to come here today.

And I'm glad you came.

I would like you to do
something for me, Yevgeny.

Speak to me plainly
and openly

about a subject
that holds a great
fascination for me,

America.

America is a...

America is a country
filled with a great people.

I have a great
affection for America.

I cannot ignore
their faults or
their shortcomings.

Americans are trapped

in a system

which brings out
the worst in them.

They are raised to believe
that democracy is the ideal,

yet they turn a blind eye
to the 25 million Americans

that go to bed
hungry every night.

STARIK: Your American
English is impeccable.

You went to high school
in New York City,

then to Yale.

Your mother
taught you English,

as well as
German and French.

You have an aptitude
for languages.

Your grades
at Yale were of
the highest order.

You were popular,
you made friends.

Your "troika,"
as you called it,

included Jack McAuliffe
and Leo Kritzky.

How do you know that?

It was I who
positioned your father
at the United Nations.

And it was I
who made sure
you got into Yale.

I am a general
in the KGB, Yevgeny.

Your father was a spy.

He worked for me.

ln the KGB,
we are idealists.

We believe the Soviet
way of life
is worth fighting for.

We believe that
all should be equal,

without poverty,
crime, racist hatred.

Without all the things
that make America
the grotesque giant it is.

And your ability to
pass for an American

makes you an absolutely
unique soldier in this war.

Will you follow in
your father's footsteps?

ln the footsteps
of men who carve out
history from blank stone?

Yevgeny Tsipin,

I offer you a chance
to enlist in the ranks

of those who
promote the genius

and the generosity
of the human spirit.

Will you fight this
battle by my side?

LEO: Deskwork doesn't do
much for the stamina.

JACK: We've still
got it, Leo.

So, the Sorcerer's
caused a hell of an uproar

in the halls of power,
hasn't he?

Somebody tipped off
the KGB

about the
Vishnevsky defection.

Wisner told me
Mother isn't convinced
there is a leak.

And if there is,
it's coming from
the Berlin side.

That's impossible.

There's me, Ebby,

and a shop full of
young true believers
in the Western Sector.

Yeah.

Well, it has to be
coming from somewhere.

Chaps in my
department believe

Vishnevsky's claim to
be rubbish, of course,

but the whole
affair has caused

a bit of a shaking
down of the tree.

So, we'll see if any
bad apples fall out.

ALLEN: Thank you, Adrian.

James, anything?

Who is that young man
behind you, Frank?

You've met Leo Kritzky
half a dozen times, Jim.

He's sharp as a tack.

Yes, but what is he
doing here?

Colby is breaking him in
as his future right-hand man.

Leo's one of us.

Mmm.

Angleton scare you, Kritzky?

He should.

Bite's worse than his bark.

I've conducted
a thorough search here.

I hope you haven't been
poking your nose
into my phone records, James.

Your records are clean, Frank,

as are everyone
else's in the room.

Good Lord, James.

You have us followed, too?

It is my opinion
that our house is clean.

The alleged mole in Ml6 is,
I suspect, an apparition.

Conclusion: the defection
was blown by a leak

somewhere in Berlin.

Son of a bitch!

if that's the way
Mother wants to play it,
fine, I'm game.

I'm gonna find
that mole, sport.

Oh, by the way,

here is your first
fully-fledged asset to handle.

(GERMAN SWING MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

(CHILD SOBBING)

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

(GRUNTS)

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

You are old for
a ballet student.

How'd you know
I spoke English?

Americans have a certain walk.

How do I walk?

With false confidence,
as if you own the world.

You must be Rainbow.

I find the name fitting.

You may call me Lili.

You were not followed?

You may turn.

Please.

Give that to your boss,

see if he thinks
we are worth the effort.

It's still warm.

What is it?

Herr Professor
worked all night on it.

Who's this Professor?
Your lover?

if you follow me,
or try to find
out where I live,

I will end all contact.

I will not identify
Herr Professor, not ever.

if your boss likes
what's on the silk,

you may meet me
here every Thursday.

SORCERER: This is the damn
mother lode, sport!

Rainbow's Professor sent us
plain text copies of messages

from East German higher-ups
and their Soviet
bosses in Moscow,

messages we intercepted,
encrypted.

This code meant nothing
until we got
this piece of silk.

We cracked
a code, gentlemen.

We cracked a damn code!

Down the hatch.

You did good.

You did real good.

You know, there's an old
Russian proverb that says

you're supposed
to wash the bear
without getting its fur wet.

That's what I want you to do
with this ballet
dancer of yours.

Find out who Rainbow is,
where she lives

and who this Professor is.

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

STARIK: The successful
agent is invariably one

w£o has mastered the art
of thinking conventionally.

That is, thinking as
a member of the other side,

of the principal adversary.

(GROANS)

And then that
agent systematically

challenges the
conventional thinking

to develop alternatives

that will take
the principal adversary
by complete surprise.

This is how you
will succeed, Yevgeny.

This will be your weapon.

(GRUNTING)

(GUN FIRING)

SERAFIMA: With your
new identity,

you must part
your hair differently,

walk differently,
wear your wallet in
a different pocket.

You may even make
love differently.

I have a question.

AGRIPPINA: Yes?
SERAFIMA: Yes?

Which one of you is older?

The peasants say that
bee stings can
alleviate rheumatism.

(GIRLS SHOUTING)

Quietly, girls!

Your daughters?

Nieces.

How many?

A man can never
have too many nieces.

They keep me feeling young.

Enough. Enough.

I'm starting to prefer
the idea of rheumatism
to bee stings.

I have been told
by my people

that the Pentagon thinks
there will be a war
with the Soviet Union.

They even have predicted
a starting date.

First of July, 1056.

I don't believe that.

Our information is good.

America doesn't
have the appetite
for another world war,

let alone an atomic one.

I mean, they are foolish
and greedy, yes,
but not insane.

Americans are very good
at self-preservation.

As usual, your insight
is invaluable, Yevgeny.

When do I go to
the United States?

Soon.

Soon enough.

But for now,
try to enjoy yourself.

There are many
influential Party people

here today with
their families.

if you catch them drunk
and speaking too much,

you may learn things
that will be of use
in the future.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

AZALIA: I dislike
summer so very much.

Why would anyone
dislike summer?

You must excuse me
if I have awaked you.

I think that it's
"awakened you."

Awakened you.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Why would someone
dislike summer?

For the reason
that it is too short.

I am Azalia, Azalia Ivanova.

Yevgeny. Nice to meet you.

Are you here
with your husband?

(CHUCKLES)

No, I have come
with my roommate.

She is the daughter
of Comrade Khrushchev.

They are talking about
boring Party subjects.

And I was told
you speak English.

I lust to practice
my English, Yevgeny.

ls that correct?

Yes, that's correct.

I lust as well, Azalia.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

That's a ticket
to Giselle.

Markova is dancing.

Hey, Lili, no strings
attached, right?

It's just a thank you
for all the risks

you've been putting
yourself through.

Come on,
we'll watch the ballet,

and then I'll
buy you one beer,

and afterwards you
can duck like a spider

back to your
crack in the wall.

I am tempted,
Jack-in-the-box.

I have heard Alicia
Markova defies gravity.

Well, I'll be waiting
in front of the opera
house for you.

if you show, you show.

if you don't, well...

I will not show.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

AZALIA: My mother and father
disappeared in 1041 .

The authorities
notified me of their deaths,

but I have no
further information.

I am compiling names
of those who disappeared,

the many millions
who have vanished.

Jews, Gypsies, undesirables,

all gone without a whisper.

Stalin is worse
even than Hitler.

A list like that could
get you killed, Azalia.

Don't be foolish.

(CHUCKLES)

Azalia,

what would you think
if I told you

that I might be
going away for a while?

For how long?

Perhaps a very long time.

I should be
very upset, Yevgeny.

Every time you call
me on the telephone,

my heart races.

I can feel it
in your voice,

the longing in your words.

That's because
every time I leave you,

part of my soul
stays in your possession.

Next Sunday my
roommate will be away.

I want you to
come to my apartment.

I want to possess
all of you now.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

I am here, Jackstraw.

I knew you'd show.

Come on, let's see
if this Markova
woman defies gravity.

What's with all
these Jackisms lately?

Herr Professor
has a dictionary

of English slang
that I study
in my free time.

There are many Jackisms,
as you say, to choose from.

I never know who
you are going to be
each time we meet.

Dashing Jack.
Clever Jack. Spy Jack.

Laughing Jack?

Which are you?

Loving Jack.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

LILI: How did you
get here, Jack?

Doing this kind of work?

And not a suave Jack answer,
the real answer.

There are some Americans

who understand that we are
in a life-and-death crisis
with the communists.

When it's over,
only one side will survive.

I've been asked
to join the battle.

And you believe this?

We're in a war, Lili.

And even though
it's a cold one,
it is no less deadly.

I believe that in my soul.

How much do you believe it?

Are you willing
to perish
for this cause?

Or are you able to return

to your safe American
world of comfort

whenever you please?

I may seem like
the cocky American

who walks like
he owns the world,

but that doesn't mean
I don't have
strong convictions

about the future
of this world.

What are you afraid of?

I cannot know you.

I warned you of this.

if you get too close,
if you try to
find out who I am,

or who the Professor is,
you will never see me again.

JACK: Rainbow's real name
is Helga Agnes
Mittag de la Fuente.

Her parents were
Spanish and German.

Her mother was
arrested for spying

for the Republicans
in the Spanish Civil War

and she was sent
to the firing squad.

What about Sniper?

Herr Professor?

Real name, Ernst Loffler.

Teaches theoretical physics
at the Humboldt institute.

Before the war,
Sniper hung out

with Max Planck
and Albert Einstein.

A theoretical physicist!

Wait till the Wiz
hears about that.

Oh, do me a favor, sport.

Put a teardrop
in Sniper's wall.

That will be tricky.

There's an old woman
that lives below them
and she never goes out.

So kill her.

JACK: We can't just kill
somebody, Harvey.

We're the good guys,
remember?

Can't you Yale
guys take a joke?

Lure her out
of the house, whatever.

FALLEN ANGEL: You are one of
a small group of people

chosen by the Ministry
of Public Health.

You will have a free
medical examination.

You will get new pills
to alleviate your arthritis.

How did you know
I had arthritis?

We have chart, madam.

And you will be given
a new radio at the end
of the exam.

Okay!

(LILI AND PROFESSOR SPEAKING)

YEVGENY:
Please leave us, girls.

You are to leave for
America within days.

Within days?

ls that not
what you wanted?

Of course.

It's just that it's...

It's complicated.

Are you are actually
considering a Jewish girl

over the career
I have shaped for you,

crafted since you
were a boy?

Are you going to
give up everything
you have learned here,

all that you can do
for Mother Russia

for a zhidovka?

I love her.

Zhidovka or not.

Your ability to love
this Jewish girl,

the luxury to even
have this freedom,

is only possible
because men like your father,

your grandfather,
and men like me,
have provided it for you,

have sacrificed,

have spilled blood
and had their
own blood spilled.

Now it's time
for your sacrifice,
Yevgeny Tsipin,

for you to be a soldier,

and a man.

I don't know what to do.

It is your choice, Yevgeny.

A life of simple domesticity

with a woman who
will never allow you
to rise in the Party ranks,

or a life of
changing the world.

So, do you still
dislike summer
so very much?

I'm learning to
like this summer.

But it still is not
lasting long enough.

Maybe today can last
the rest of summer.

I would like that

very, very much.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

I'm Eugene, Eugene Dodgson.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

What do you see when
you watch yourself?

My faults.

Only my faults.

This must be always
the frontier of our intimacy.

We can go no further.

Herr Professor lets
you take too many risks.

I would never
let that happen
if you were mine.

I owe him my life.

Why?

What happened?

When the Russian soldiers
came through Germany

on drunken rampages...

I was 15.

That's when I
met Herr Professor.

He showed me
that life was
worth living again.

I cannot leave.

JACK: Come with me, Lili.

I need you.

You do not need me
as much as he needs me.

Why?
Without me...

Without you, what?

Without you, what?

Without me, Herr
Professor cannot survive.

SORCERER: He's new?

My shabbas goy,
Hamlet.

He turns on the lights,
answers the phone

and kills people
for me on Saturdays.

I didn't know you
were so religious, Ezra.

I am a protector of
my people, Harvey.

I want to save
the Jews from Stalin.

ln that sense,
I'm very religious.

But you do
believe in God?

Certainly not.

I believe in
an eye for an eye.

The Mossad manual.

There's been a leak.

Maybe one of
your shabbas goys

Harvey, everyone here
has walked through fire.

Hamlet is missing
all the fingernails
of his right hand.

They were extracted
by KGB pliers.

Keep your yarmulke on.

I'm just checking
all the angles.

There's a Soviet mole
in the higher
echelons of Ml6.

We share everything
with the British cousins.
Everything!

Don't I know it.

How can your rabbi help?

That's why I'm here.
I need some advice.

Head to the
source, Harvey.

You still have connections
with the Brits from the war.

Go to London.

And bring a barium meal.

You look fit and fat
all at once, Harvey.

Are you?

Both and neither. You?

I'm suffering from a touch
of that aristocratic malady,
gout.

Plus a persistent
buzzing in my left ear
which refuses to go away

until I drown it out
with another loud buzzing.

You wired, Elihu?

Afraid so, Harv.

Friends are friends,
but I have to cover my ass.

ln two years' time,
I shall be retiring.

After your phone call,
I'm very much afraid

I shall have neither
pension nor retirement.

You have my sympathies.

Harvey, you realize
what you're implying?

I'm not implying, Elihu.
It's fact.

There's a mole inside Ml6,
and it's the Russian kind.

Years ago, there was
a rumor floating around
about a mole,

code name Parsifal.

Supposedly trained in his
youth by a KGB agent
known to us as Starik.

Rumor or fact?

You know what they say
about rumors, Harvey.

They're all true.

Parsifal, huh?

if this Parsifal has succeeded
in surviving all these years,

he must be
a master of deception.

How can I
possibly help you?

Barium meals.

Barium meals?

Yeah, it's a drink
they give you when
you go for an X-ray.

It shows up anything
that might be
floating around inside.

I know what
a barium meal is,
Harvey.

But how does it
pertain to Parsifal?

I'm gonna send
each of my suspects
in the Vishnevsky leak

a juicy piece of information
about an ongoing
secret operation.

He'll think that this
operation is being sent

to many people
along the pipeline.

Yeah, but you'll just
send it to one person.

Yeah, brilliant,
Harvey, quite brilliant.

You can't feed this
Parsifal any old junk.

He'll know the difference.

I know.

Has to be a real operation.

An ongoing secret operation.

But it has to come
from you, Elihu.

Oh, no, Harvey. Please.

Two years.

Two years and I'll be
drinking and daydreaming.

Just release the memo.

Today.

(AMERICAN POP MUSIC PLAYING)

Harvey, you need
to get some rest.

No, I can't.
I'm waiting
for a phone call.

From whom?

I don't know whom,
but my nose will twitch.

I'll man the phone.

No, no, no.
It's gotta be me.

Why?

I sent out my last
barium meal to my
prime suspect.

To wit, I know the identity
of the Soviet mole inside Ml6

who betrayed
the Vishnevsky defection.

ln which case,
my prime suspect will contact
his Russian handlers,

and then they, in turn,
will do everything they can
to either kidnap or kill me.

I thought the KGB
didn't do that to us,
we don't do that to them.

No, this is a
special occasion.

They'll do everything they can
to protect their mole.

if I'm offed, Jack,
it means my barium meal
hit the target,

and my prime suspect
is confirmed.

Doesn't do us
a lot of good
if you're dead.

Well, I've left
instructions in the safe
should I pass away.

And don't open it
till I'm dead.

And don't bury me.

Just scatter my ashes
in a whorehouse or something.

(SIGHS)

What's on your mind?

It's Lili.

She hasn't been to
the studio all week.

Doors are locked.

She hasn't tried
to contact me.

She'll turn up.

That's it? She'll turn up?

What if she's hurt, Harvey?
What if the East Germans
have her?

They don't.

How do you know?
Because we've been careful.

Haven't we?

Listen to me, McAuliffe.

You can woo her,
you can screw her,

you can do whatever
you need to do

to make her whisper
sweet secrets in your ear,

but don't
fall in love with her.

That way lies madness.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Why, yes.

Yes, I'm very interested
in meeting this person.

WOMAN: Herr7·rr··?

ln the flesh, my darling.

You are liking
what you see,

we are meeting again
and performing exchange.

My letters,
your 25,000
American dollars.

Looks like we have a deal.

Where and when?

Here, tomorrow Nacht.

You comprehend?

I comprehend, madam.

(CHUCKLES)

Tomorrow Nacht it is.

if anything's going to happen,
it's going to be now.

SORCERER: Coming out.

(GUNS FIRING)

Drop your weapon!

That was the ambush, Harvey?

That was amateur hour.

(SIRENS BLARING)

Where the hell
did they come from?

You are having trouble?

Shoot them, sport.

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

Let's skedaddle.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Phony cops save you
from a phony mugging.

"Go, get in the car,"
they say,
"for your own safety."

Sure, why not?
You got no reason
not to trust them.

And then whoosh!
Nobody sees you again
in the Western Sector.

The good news is

I can now identify
the Soviet mole in Ml6
without a shadow of a doubt.

I'm gonna nail that bastard.

PHILIP: Ike and I have been
friends for 20 years.

I had his office
check you out, young man,

and you don't work
for the State Department.

Sir, I came here to ask
for your blessing,
not to quibble.

I don't think inquiring
about the prospects of a man

who wants to marry my
daughter is quibbling.

Especially when he
lies about his work.

Especially when he works
at the "pickle factory."

The what factory?

Cockroach Alley, the Company.

I'm sorry, sir.
I'm not following...

The CIA, Mr. Kritzky!

That's where you
spend your days.

I want you to know
that your daughter has been

a bright ray of sunlight
in my gloomy days
at the office.

She makes me happy.
I look forward
to being with her,

and I'm in love
with her, sir.

Do you love him, honey?

I do, Daddy. I really do.

Because you know how I feel
about mixed marriages, Adelle.

Daddy, please.

Nothing against
the Jewish people,
Mr. Kritzky.

It's just that I feel
that Saxon Protestants
should marry their own kind,

and that Jewish boys
should marry Jewish girls.

Well, when you get
right down to it, sir,
all marriages are mixed.

One male, one female.

(SCOFFS)

I can tell you one thing,
Kritzky,

your taste in mates
is better than my daughter's.

That's the truth, sir.

Oh, Daddy, thank you.

I knew you'd like him.

STARIK: My dear Yevgeny,

by now you are established
within our principal
adversary's homeland.

You are the most vital piece
of this great game
at this time.

You will be activated
several times a year,

sometimes not at all
for several months.

Be patient.

I will never contact you
again this way,

but you will always
feel my guiding hand.

Be brave, be clever,

and you will someday come home
a hero of Mother Russia.

(WOMAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(WOMAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

This is Eugene. Who's this?

WOMAN: That is not important.

I am only to tell you
how to contact and deliver
necessary items

to a man named Parsifal.

Go to dead drop six,
Thursday at 3:00 p.m.,

with bag and place on
park bench next to you.

Wait there till you are met.

After, go to Georgetown
University Law Library
at precisely 3:45 p.m.

Go to Blackstone's
Commentary of
Laws of England,

and remove
Volume 4 from shelf.

Within it will be address
and telephone
number for Parsifal,

and a calling card of sorts.

I saw your ad in
the Washington Post

for a 1923 model,
a Duesenberg.

I was wondering

if I could take a look at it
tomorrow around 5:00 p.m.

(DOOR BELL RINGING)

Starik must be combing
the preparatory schools
for his spies these days.

My working name
is Eugene.

American, are you?

No.

Starik sends gifts.

These'll do at a pinch.

Oh, good, good.

Oh, and listen,
I've heard news

that the head of
the Berlin Station is on
to the fact that I exist.

He may even know my identity,
which could be a problem.

Bloody big problem.

I'll pass it along.
What's his name?

Harvey Torriti.

He's known as the Sorcerer.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Where have you been?
I thought the KGB
had you, Lili.

I'm sorry, Jack.
There was no way
of getting word to you.

if you had
been arrested...

We had to go to
Dresden for a funeral.

Herr Professor's
brother died suddenly.

There was no possibility
for me to tell you in time.

I thought the worst.

I can't lose you, Lili.

Then do not lose me.

LILI: The moment I treasure
most is when I wake
from a heavy sleep

and do not know where I am.

For a few delicious seconds,
I am in a huge void
free of gravity.

At such moments I dance

as I have never
been able to before.

That is what it is
like when I am with you.

What are we gonna do, Lili?

We will keep playing the game,
Jack, until the game is over.

(WOMAN SPEAKING
FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(MAN SPEAKING
FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(WOMAN SPEAKING
FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(PHONE RINGING)

A letter has been attached
to back of garbage bin

behind stores at
Elm and 4th Streets.

I would like to
speak more with you

but have been
instructed not to.

(SIGHS)

Do me a favor.
Speak Russian to me.

It has been so long since
I heard the mother tongue
in this vile country.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

? I was a humdrum person

? Leading a life apart

? When love flew in
through my window wide

? And quickened
my humdrum heart

? Love flew in
through my window

? I was so happy then ?

Jack McAuliffe! Jacko!

Borisov, Vanka Borisov,
the European crew
championship, Munich.

I was rowing stroke
in a Russian coxed four.

Oh, yeah!

You and me and Leo Kritzky,

we fell crazy in love
with three Australian
peacenik sisters,

and we drank and screwed
until sunrise.

Of course, Borisov!

I'm sorry.
What are you doing in Berlin?

(ORDERING IN GERMAN)

I'm at the Soviet
Import-Export Commission.

We conduct trade negotiations
with the German
Democratic Republic.

What about yourself, Jacko?

I landed a soft job
with the State Department.
Cheers!

The only thing better
than a soft job is a
soft woman, huh, Jacko?

Did you ever get
to the States to,

"Screw the peace and freedom
loving women of Colorado,"
I believe you said.

I don't know how you
came up with Colorado.

I saw photos of Colorado
in a banned copy
of Life magazine.

Beautiful country.

I think they must have
beautiful women. Da?

Probably. I've never
been to Colorado.

And I never
got to the US.

Tell me something, Jack.

What's a lot of money
over there?

Well, it depends on
the person's tastes.

I mean, if they have
expensive tastes,

if they have to have
a Cadillac and all that...

Let's say,
for the sake of argument,
they have expensive tastes.

ls $25,000
a lot of dough
over there?

$50,000?

It's a good amount.

Tell me, Jack,
what do you make at the...

What was it again?
State Department?

I make $6,000 a year,
Borisov.

I see.

And what if someone
were to come to you,
right here, right now,

and offer you
150,000 bucks
in cash?

ln exchange for what?

ln exchange for
the odd piece
of information.

if the amount is not enough,
we can negotiate, Jack.

Please, Jack.

You're in the great game now,
as am I.

And in the game,
all is negotiable.

All is possible.
Everything. Anything.

It's always good
to see an old crew buddy.

But if we run into
each other again,
Borisov,

(GROANS)

things might not
be so pleasant.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

EPSTEIN: Nothing but scraps
and tidbits, I'm afraid.
Just as I expected.

They've covered them up
very well.

There are a few
damning pieces there,
though.

After what you told me,
I'm now disinclined
to trust him.

You're absolutely right.

We have a mole in Ml6.

Spill it.

There's a marriage,
an early marriage
to a communist wife,

divorced two years later.

A fact that nobody
seems to remember.

He takes great pains
to hide that marriage.

It's not enough.

Before he became the head
of the Soviet Division
and liaison to the CIA,

he checked every book
and every file
on the Soviet Union

in Ml5's classified library.

Did it strike you
as strange?

Especially since he was
running the South American
desk at the time.

Do I even have to inquire
what's in that envelope

you're so subtly
pulling out of your pocket?

It's another barium meal.
Oh, no, no, Harvey.

This one is dripping
in juice, Elihu.
It's my last one.

if he takes the bait,
we've nailed him.

if you're so certain
of his identity,

why do you have to
put me through all this?

I need proof positive
before I crucify
this turncoat.

Otherwise he'll
just wriggle away.

Perhaps you can also
supply me with
a short length of rope

so I can hang myself
when all of this
goes horribly wrong.

Just release
the damn memo,
will you?

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

Go ahead, sir.

(PHILIP LAUGHING)

Well, still sticking
to your story, Kritzky,

that you're working
for the State Department?

PRESIDENT: Who is it
out there, Phil?

That clown who up and proposed
to my daughter, Mr. President.

He's got your daily briefing
here in his hand.

Must be rising up in the ranks
of the Company pretty quickly,
sir.

PRESIDENT: Kritzky?
Well, don't let him
stand out there, Phil.

Send the poor sap in.

Son of a bitch.

ANGLETON: What I am doing is
I'm breeding a hybrid orchid
known as a the cattleya cross.

It comes in a rainbow
of colors.

I plan on naming it
after my wife, Cicely.

That chair will never
hold your weight, Harvey.

Your horticulture lesson
is very interesting, Jim.

Well, crossing orchids
is a very long,
very tedious process,

not unlike the business
of counterespionage.

You don't say.
I do say.

It can take 12 months
just to develop the seedpod,

and then another 12 months
for that pod
to sprout even an inch or two.

The eventual flowering,
if there even is a flowering,

can take five years.

Counterespionage
is like that.

It requires the patience
of a saint, which you,
Harvey, do not have.

I'm here to tell you
that I'm going to the Director

to lay out my case
against your pal, Philby.

Adrian?

What case?

He blew
the Vishnevsky defection,
for one thing.

He's a Soviet spy, Jim.

Has been since
the early '30s.

You are joking.

I don't joke about traitors.

It's rubbish.

Rubbish. I've known
Adrian for 15 years.

He's been vetted
a dozen times,
and you know that, Harvey.

And you know there are ways
around a lie detector test.

The Russians are masters
at beating them.

You're not
serious about this.

I'm as serious
as a $5 whore.

Serious enough to fly across
the Atlantic overnight,
sitting on a mailbag.

Adrian Kim Philby is
working for the KGB.

As the Company's
counter-intelligence honcho,

I thought it was only fair
that you be warned.

And on top of that,
I think we should
take precautions

to make sure Philby
doesn't fly the coop.

Are you hearing
me on this, Jim?

Take precautions.

You'll only make
a fool of yourself,
Harvey.

I've got
the son of a bitch
by the balls.

(PHONE RINGING)

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

YEVGENY: So,
do you still dislike
summer so very much?

It's you.

Yeah, it's me, Azalia.

Yevgeny.

(AZALIA SIGHING)

I thought you were gone
forever from my life.

I thought the worst,
that I would never
see you again.

That...

That you would disappear,
like my parents.

No, I'm alive, Azalia.

I'm well,

(SNIFFS)

and I miss you.

But

where are you, Yevgeny?

Why did you not say goodbye?

I'm sorry.

I can tell you nothing

other than that
I'm doing my duty,

and I long to be with you.

OPERATOR:
Please deposit 25 cents.

I have to go.

But at least tell me
where you are,
at least that.

So I can see you in my mind
and know you are safe.

America.

I'm in America.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

(SOFTLY) America.

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

(ALL CHEERING)

Thanks for coming, buddy.

Wouldn't have missed it
for the world.

She's beautiful.

JACK: Where the hell
did you find her?

She found me, I think.
She found me when
no one else could.

The hours I've been working,
I feel like a coal miner.

I never see the light of day,
and then she came along.

I'm happy for you.
I'm really happy.

Maybe I'll
settle down someday.

Maybe it'll snow in hell.

No.
Oh, come on, buddy.

This party is gonna
carry on after we go.

There are lots of
single girls here.

Oh, I'm on a short leash.

Have to get back to Berlin
to handle my asset.

I thought the Sorcerer
was in D.C.

He doesn't want me
tagging along after him
like a little lost duckling.

I'm heading out tonight.

Oh, I see,
poor Jack has to go back

to his long-legged
ballet dancerlasset,
the Rainbow.

Tough life.

Leo. Honey,
everyone's waiting.

I'm coming.

Starting to be tough.

Hey, what's that look?

What look?

That love look.

Come on.

It's all over
your face, buddy.

You see?

Come on, stay for a bit.

We'll go rowing
in a couple of days.
You can tell me all about it.

No, I'm on the 11:00 p.m.
airmail charter to Berlin.

Come on, you got a
honeymoon to think of.

Yeah, if that's what
you want to call it.

Two nights at the Hay-Adams.

I'll be back at work
on Monday.

Hey, we all gotta make
some sacrifices, buddy.

There's a war on,
a cold one.

So I've heard.

Leo, let's go.

(GIGGLING)

Don't worry, Jack.
I'll take good care of him.

(LADIES WHOOPING)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

I didn't order anything.

Yes, you did.

ANGLETON: Who is it, Adrian?

Just a liquor delivery,
James.

Didn't want it to
run out on us, did we?

There's instructions inside.

Keep the change, old boy.

(SIGHS)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(WOMAN SPEAKING GERMAN
ON TAPE)

Hello, Jack.

Your tradecraft
is excellent.

Borisov.

We know you
always come by here,
but we lose you after that.

Every time, we lose you.
How do you do it?

Don't make a mistake, Jack.
We just want to talk.

(EXHALES)

Talk about what?

The girl.

Who is she?

I wish there was a girl,
Borisov.

Where does she live?

We saw you with her
at the restaurant,
then again at the opera.

Who is she?

It was the ballet.

(BORISOV GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

(GUNS FIRING)

Come again to East Berlin
and we will kill you, Jack!

Do you hear me?
We will kill you!

(SIGHS)

At least have
Doc Patterson
check you out.

I'm fine.

Maybe you can give me
a hand with something, then.

if you're feeling
all fine and dandy.

What have you got?

It's these transcripts
from the teardrop
in Sniper's flat.

What about them?

I compared the surveillance
tapes with the information
we got from Rainbow's silk.

And?

There are some
minor discrepancies.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

How do you know
our real names?

Why do you risk coming here
before the arranged time?

Because what I have to say
can't wait, Helga.

Your Professor,
your supposed savior,
has betrayed you.

He works for the KGB.
He's what we call
a disinformation agent.

Giving us variations
of the truth and trying
to get us to spin our wheels,

and send us in
the wrong direction.

The silk I gave you was
filled with valuable items.
You read it, Jack.

Leftovers from
a lousy meal.

All the good stuff
was edited out.

How could you know this?

We bugged your apartment.

We have a microphone
in your apartment.

The Professor was speaking
with another scientist
colleague the other night.

When you left the room,
they traded secrets
with each other,

none of which
ended up on the silk.

I must leave.

Lili, you don't understand.

It's over.

Now, I have a truck
around the corner.

It has a compartment
we can hide you in.

We need to get you out
of the Soviet Sector now,
for good.

I cannot leave, Jack.
I cannot.

The Professor used you.

He is a Soviet agent.
Wake up!

But I am awake, Jack.
It is not...

I am awake.

It is not Herr Professor
who is a Soviet agent,
it's me.

(PANTING)

I have betrayed him.
I have betrayed you.

The KGB found out that we
were giving you information.

To this day
I do not know how.

They told me that Ernst
would be tried
for high treason and shot.

They said I would
never dance again
because they would...

Because they would
break my kneecaps.

God, Lili.

They promised Ernst
would not be hurt if...

if you delivered
disinformation to me.

They said it was
the only way out.

I took the silk to the KGB,
who would edit
the information.

I would give the new silk
to you at the studio.

After each meeting,
I was forced to write
a report about everything.

They know your identity, Jack.

Borisov.

They tried to
kill me to keep...

Of course.

It was a charade to make me
trust you even more,
wasn't it?

They swore to me
you would not be hurt.

(SCOFFS)

They did not tell me
what they were planning
to do.

I wanted to die, Jack.

(SOBBING)

Did you tell them
that you're in love with me?

Are you even
in love with me, Lili?

Are you that good?

I love you more than anything
in this world, Jack.

Lili, if he loves you,
if he truly loves you,

he would want you
to save yourself.

You could save us, Jack.

You could save us.
You could take us both.

Yeah.
No, it's too risky.
It won't work.

We can meet tonight at 7:00,
when the crowds will be thick.
It could work!

(PANTING)

Don't do this to me.

It must work.

It is the only way.

Then we can be
together always, Jack.

Don't do this to me, Lili.

Please.

Tonight at 7:00, my dearest.

SORCERER: Mother himself knows
that there is a KGB agent

somewhere inside
the British Intelligence
community.

Jim knows that this agent,
code named Parsifal,

was supposedly recruited
and trained in Spain during
the Spanish Civil War

by none other than
the Soviet case officer
known only as Starik.

Your point?

Philby was on assignment
for the London Times

during the Spanish
Civil War, Allen.

James doesn't think
you've made your case at all,
Harvey.

Mother is too close to this.

He's an unwitting pawn
in Starik's game.

I made sure that none
of our British friends

received any memos concerning
the Vishnevsky defection.

Yet Jim here dines
weekly with Philby.
They share information.

Jim, your office is the only
place where he could have
found out about Vishnevsky.

Your line of reasoning
is intriguing,

but what if it's just
a series of coincidences?

ln our line of work,
coincidences don't exist.

Monday, January 1 ,
Torriti's cable arrived
on James Angleton's desk.

Starting late afternoon
on Tuesday, January 2,

radio intercept logs
show a dramatic increase

in the volume of
cipher wireless traffic

between the Soviet embassy
and Moscow.

Now, it seems to me that
someone somewhere pushed
a button.

Jim, did you show Philby
the memo on Vishnevsky's
defection?

It is standard
that Philby and I
share information.

Yes, I showed him
the Vishnevsky memo.

Proves nothing.

A leak can come from anywhere,
a courier, a secretary,
a nosy office worker.

That is no proof of
Philby's complicity.

I fed Philby a barium meal
to the effect that I could
identify

the Soviet mole inside Ml6.

The very next week, a bunch
of jokers in Berlin tried
to take me out of circulation.

I call that proof positive.

What Mr. Torriti fails
to mention in his report

is that Adrian Philby
knew everything

about his hottest source
in Germany,

code name Rainbow,
code name Sniper.

They're still giving us
information on a weekly basis.

Now, if Adrian Philby
were a Soviet spy,

would not Operation Sniper
have been shut down
immediately by the KGB?

Sniper is still delivering,
isn't he, Harvey?

Yes, he is, Jim.

There you have it, gentlemen.

He's delivering
disinformation.

I suppose you're prepared
to elaborate on that.

I suppose I am.

Yesterday, I received
a flash memo from
my apprentice Jack McAuliffe.

He's the man
handling Rainbow.

The Russians already knew
about the operation,

and they turned Rainbow
into their agent,

which is why Sniper
wasn't shut down

when Philby passed
it on to his handlers.

There are two...
There are five, seven

different ways to interpret
any given set of facts.

Face it,
your buddy is a damn spy!

He's been betraying assets
for years!

His actions have caused
the deaths of dozens,
maybe hundreds. Wake up!

So, who pushed
the bloody panic button?

Maclean fled England
last night.

What's the problem?

Burgess went with him.

Burgess buggered off as well?

Bloody little bastard.

So, both my comrades
in British Intelligence
have gone.

Must have felt the Sorcerer's
noose tightening.

Well, this is hard cheese.

All the spies in Ml6
taking flight,
leaving me in the net.

And all the beady eyes
in the Company will
focus on yours truly.

Starik figures you don't have
a lot of time to flee
the country.

You brought your
backup passport, I hope.

So, Starik wants me
to run for it?

You don't have a choice.

ln that there's hair dye,
mustache, eyeglasses,
$4,·00 in tens and twenties.

Car has clean plates.
Your route is
written out for you.

There'll be a boat
waiting for you in Halifax.

You've been on
the firing line
for a long time.

It's time for you
to come home.

Home?

I'm a communist
and a Marxist,

but Russia is not my home.

England is my home.

What I relished
all these years
was the great game.

But I am necessary.

Without me,
Starik has nothing.

Starik has another.

I hadn't thought of that.

Of course, he would
do that, wouldn't he?

Starik is bloody brilliant.

Philby didn't come into
the office this morning,

and there was
no answer at his house.

Should have taken
more precautions, Jim.

You knew there was a mole
in Ml6.

You just didn't want
to see him standing there
right in front of you.

Ernst?

Faster!

Come on!

Any faster and we turn over,
Mr. Jack.

(SIRENS BLARING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(CAR DOOR OPENING)

(CAR DOOR SHUTTING)

(GUN FIRING)

(OFFICER RETCHING)

It wasn't your fault, Jack.

You offered her a ticket out.

She wanted to save
the Professor.

I should have insisted
that she come with me.

It wasn't your fault.

She said the KGB
had caught on to her,

and she didn't know how.

Let me ask you something,
Harvey.

Lili wasn't part of your
barium meals, was she?

'Cause if she was,
Harvey, if she was...

Sniper was my crown jewel.

I was ready to give up a lot,

but not Sniper,
and not Rainbow.

There's no way I'd put Lili
and the Professor on the line.

On my mother's grave, kid.

Onwards and upwards.

Yeah.

Onwards.

Whatever.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)