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- Come along.

No, no, no, no.

Give it.

Ready?

- Over here.

Come on, pass.

Give it to me.

Come on.

Let's go!

- Off!

- Miss, it's not fair.

He hit me first.

Goal!

Yay!

Score, score.

- No, no, no, no, no, kick off.

Kick off.

Here.

- She's really very pretty.

Lucky fellow.

- Thank you.

What does she teach?

- French.

French and football.

- Ah, of course, she is French.

Yeah.

- And the uncle's English?

- Yeah, she's lived with him since her parents died.

Get on with him?

- Yes.

Don't know how he got to be a minister,

but why, I like him.

- Ah, the happy couple.

You look very good together.

Can't have been unpleasant.

- Ah, it's been fine.

Where's it all leading?

- Where does three month's courtship usually lead, hmm?

Congratulations.

He wants to marry me.

- Blast, Fabienne, how could you?

Over 8,000 and a free bowl to come.

Who wants to marry you?

- John does.

John Fenton.

- Fenton?

Marriage?

I'm not sure I like the fellow.

- Of course you do.

- He's too,

what's the word?

Smooth, I suppose.

Like a television commercial.

I see him riding out of the sea,

not a hair out of place,

smoking a menthol cigarette.

- That's because he always beats you at this.

- Yeah.

Who's affairs?

England versus France.

The crowd intense with excitement.

Do you love him?

- I don't know.

It's so sudden.

He attracts me, makes me laugh with joke,

and he's very good in bed.

- Yeah, yes, yes.

England one, France nil.

In bed?

Whose bed?

When? - My bed tonight.

- But I was having dinner.

I had guest for dinner, the Argentine ambassador.

And you were making love just a floor away?

- Pay attention, Uncle.

- Oh. - France equalized.

- Oh, right against the run of play.

Here we go now.

Down the wing, shoot!

Goal!

England two, France one.

Fabienne, you have no defense.

- Oh, I know.

It has always been my trouble.

- Good luck, Miss.

- Miss me.

- Where are they going for their honeymoon,

or is it a secret?

- No secret, Romania.

He's got business there or something.

- Oh, how original.

- Gaining a nephew?

- Yes.

♪ La la la la la

♪ La la la la la la la

♪ La la la la la la la la la la ♪

- Keep the change.

- It looks funny,

like Paris a long time ago.

- Well, the food taste of it came from Paris

a long time ago.

Fenton, Mr. And Mrs.

- For how long, sir?

- Forever, I hope.

- No, Madame, I mean,

for how long- - Just two or three days.

- Ah, Mr. Fenton, welcome back again.

- Hello.

- Nice to see you.

Madame,.

- What does that mean?

That means

nothing but the best.

Mmm, that's nice.

Very sexy.

- I was coming to turn down the beds.

Perfect timing.

Waiter?

- Coming, sir.

- Waiter?

- Coming, sir!

Yes, sir?

- We'd like something to drink.

- What can I offer you, champagne?

- French?

- Bulgarian.

- There's nothing sacred.

I think we'll just have two of your

genuine Rumanian Irish coffees.

- But perhaps not for one hour,

or two?

- 118 want two coffees,

but there's no hurry.

I'm sorry.

It's an odd place for a honeymoon.

As soon as I've cleared up this business,

we'll go to Crete or somewhere,

get some sun.

- It's a perfect place.

- John Fenton?

- What the hell do you want?

- You are under arrest.

- I want to see the ambassador!

- Good god almighty,

you'll wake the whole damned household.

- I demand to see him!

It's my right!

- Two o'clock in the morning?

- Where is he?

- You're not even English.

You've got a foreign accent.

- I'm French and also English.

I demand my rights as a French-British subject!

- You people really have the most frightful cheek.

I suppose you've lost your money, or your passport,

or you've been raped by some Gypsy violinist?

- My husband has been arrested

by the Secret Police from hotel.

We're on our honeymoon,

and they just barged in - Oh, look.

- In the middle- - I do apologize.

I didn't mean to shout at you like that.

I was a bit upset myself,

all that noise at the door.

I thought we were being stormed again.

- Please, let me see the ambassador?

- We're leaving no stone unturned.

I'm going to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs at once.

And in London, the Foreign Secretary is sending a note.

- Sending a note?

Should be sending the Army.

- Your husband has been arrested

on charges of espionage against the Soviet Union.

- My husband?

That's ridiculous.

- They claim to have found evidence.

- When can I see him?

- He's already been taken to Moscow.

I'm sorry.

We must get her back to London.

There's a plane at noon.

Well, I think I've got.

You check in to London over there.

But actually, we've got

half an hour before we- - You've been very kind.

Please, don't wait.

I can manage perfectly well.

- Oh, all right.

If you're sure? - Yes.

- Well, look- - Goodbye.

- You know, good luck. - Thank you.

- And- - Thank you.

- Yes, Miss.

- When's the next plane to Moscow?

- Oh, there is not one now until this evening.

- This evening?

How far is it?

Can I rent a car?

- You cannot drive to Moscow.

- The train then!

When's the next train?

- There is one at three o'clock,

but it's still quicker to wait for the plane.

- I'll wait.

- Good morning, Mrs. Fenton.

We met in the hotel.

- Oh, yes.

You're the waiter.

Hello.

- It's a long wait for the Moscow plane.

Sorry to hear about what happened to your husband.

- You speak English very well.

- Thank you.

- Could I buy you a drink?

- Oh, no, thank you. - Please?

Got a lot of time.

Come on.

What does your husband do?

- Business.

Imports and exports.

- With the Eastern block?

- Mostly.

- Drink.

Here.

Romanian style, it brings you luck.

Like this.

That's good.

Is he innocent?

- Well, of course he is.

- Sometimes it makes no difference,

if it suits their purpose.

Let me tell you a story.

A few years ago, they found a mummy in Egypt.

None of the world's scientists could agree how old is he,

so the Russians said,

"We'll take it back to Moscow",

and submit it to a secret test."

They came back in two days with a full report.

The mummy was a man.

He died of pneumonia at the age of 38,

and he was a prune and raisin merchant.

Everyone was astonished.

"How'd you find out?", they asked.

"Easy", said the Russians.

"The mommy made a full confession."

- Psst.

Psst.

This man, he's kidnapping me.

I have been drugged and kidnapped.

- Take no notice.

- Where are you taking me?

- Miss?

- To the Secret Police, I suppose.

- Please, no speak English.

- Where are we going?

Are we going to Moscow?

Moscow?

I hope not.

We're due back in Manchester at four o'clock.

- Are you feeling better, Miss?

We're just starting our approach to London.

Now, would you fasten your seatbelts, please?

- No sign at the moment.

Mrs. John Fenton, wife of the British businessman

detained by the Russian's on charges of espionage,

arrived back at Heathrow late this afternoon.

Mrs. Fenton was met

by her uncle, Sir Trevor Dawson,

the Shadow Foreign Secretary.

There is feeling amongst diplomatic sources,

the charges against Mr. Fenton will be serious.

- Is Haldane here?

- In the library, sir.

- Help Bowlan with the luggage,

and get rid of those bloody press people.

- Very good, sir.

- And bring the whiskey with you.

- Very good, sir.

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you'll all have to-

- Haldane, good of you to come.

My dear, this is Commander Haldane,

who's going to be - Thank you.

- A great help to us.

He is in a position to...

Haven't you got a drink?

- Scotch.

- Oh, Beech did leave you a drop, did he?

The Commander knows things, my dear.

- I should hope so.

He's head of British intelligence.

- Who told you that?

You're not supposed to know that.

Did you tell her that?

- I didn't know she knew.

- Uncle, everybody knows.

- It's supposed to be a closely guarded secret.

- How's Commander Haldane going to

get my husband back? - You'll see.

You'll see.

- Only a handful of people know,

the Prime Minister, my wife.

Mandy?

No, she wouldn't.

Hmm?

- How are you going to get my husband back?

- Ah, well, nothing to worry about there.

John's arrest is a typical Soviet tactic.

Some months ago,

we arrested an extremely important agent of theirs.

His name is Webb, amongst others.

Obviously, the Russian's want him back very badly.

They've offered to exchange him for John.

- You mean all the charges against John were made up?

- Quite monstrous, but effective.

If we don't accept,

John's likely to end up with 15 years.

- You see, the Russian's are relying on the fact

that because John is married to you,

I'd use my position to accelerate an exchange,

which I must say,

I regard as an insult to my professional integrity.

- Certainly.

- But you will pull ropes.

You must do.

- Strings, strings.

- Oh, Uncle, pull whatever you like,

but I want John back.

- Don't worry.

It's all arranged for next Thursday.

- Well, he's here, sir.

- Can I see?

Why, yes.

- Where's the wretched Russian?

- Oh, what a bloody dark.

I could've been in Berlin now with Hilda.

- Brr!

Careful with that.

My wok whisk is in there.

Where's my number six?

My number six?

Ah.

And watch my LPs, huh?

I don't want them scratched.

Oh.

Now, where's "The Sound of Music?"

That was for my mother.

I am not leaving the West without "The Sound of Music."

- Please hurry.

I've been waiting for hours.

- You're the wife?

- Yes. - Ah.

Delighted.

- You're Webb, one presumes?

- Certainly not!

Who told you that?

Oh, yes, yes, of course I am.

Excuse me, force of habit.

I'm glad that it is me

that brings you and your husband together.

- If it wasn't for you,

we wouldn't have been apart.

- Not me, my dear lady.

Politics.

- May we get on?

My feet are freezing.

- Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Now, have I got everything?

Ah, thank you, thank you.

Just a few souvenirs of Western decadence.

Here, split this between the two of you.

- Let's get this unbearable man outta here,

back where he belongs.

- Yes, but it's just that I seem to have mislaid

the movement orders.

Ha!

- Are you sure you won't miss the decadent West?

- Good Lord, no.

At home, I shall be a big star.

They'll give me a pension.

Thank you.

A flat near Red Square, girls, beef vodka,

and a season ticket to the Bolshoi.

- Farewell, filthy imperialist swine.

- It will soon be all over.

- Oh.

- Unfortunate, of course, from your point of view,

but a fitting end, wouldn't you think?

- Red's the ball, in off the side.

- How's she taking it?

- Oh, quite calmly.

quite calmly.

- Did I disturb your game?

No, just relaxing, my dear.

Pressures of the day.

- Would any of those pressures

have anything to do with my husband?

- We're leaving no stone unturned.

- No stone unturned!

We're sending notes and writing memos!

Ta-ta-dah-dah-dah-dah.

You've lost a spy,

so use another!

- I'd like nothing better, but we haven't got one,

at least no one that important.

- You haven't got one?

Such a disgrace.

What do you do all day?

- It's been very quiet recently.

- All right, if you two aren't prepared to help,

I'll find someone myself.

- Fabienne, there's no possible way

for you to- - Why not?

I live in the house of the Governor Minister.

You go to parties.

You give receptions.

I have to do something.

While you stand here playing billiards,

poor John is

famishing to death. - Starving.

- To death!

He's in federal prison!

- Got a lot of spirit, that girl.

- Certainly buggered up our game.

- Now, there was a certain irony about his death

caused by his own greed.

He'd been corrupted by your society.

- I could be in London now at a nice restaurant,

and my loving bride eager to make up for lost time.

- Don't think I'm not upset.

Of course, I am.

I'm as upset as you are.

He was bringing me six bottles of malt whiskey, plain Grand.

- Well, haven't they got anybody else

they could swap for me?

- Pustyaki, small fry, dispensables.

- What do they do all day?

- They are very incompetent.

They only caught Webb because he got careless.

He was supposed to be a welder at the missile factory.

- Well, what went wrong?

- He was living in a suite at the Hilton.

- So Stefan, when do I get home?

I mean, how long are you going to keep here?

- Don't complain.

For a man with a 15 year sentence, you're very comfortable.

We don't even torture you.

- Have you seen Russian television?

- John, John, you came into this with your eyes wide open,

focused firmly on the 50,000 pounds we're paying you.

We've had a setback.

It's an occupational hazard.

- Yes, but this isn't my occupation.

I'm not a, well, spy.

I'm a- - A corrupt businessman.

- Yes.

- What's your hurry?

We look after you.

Cigars, vodka, girls.

- Girls?

Two civil engineers and a discus thrower.

- Bronze medalist.

- I'm not happy, Fabienne.

The third-rate champagne I shall have to drink,

the people I'm gonna have to meet.

Oh, how good of you to come.

Very nice of you to come.

I can't see how a reception

for the Hungarian State Myman Dance Company

is going to attract sinister figures

from the world of espionage.

- Uncle, cultural attaches,

ministers of tourism. - Nice of you to come.

- It's a well know fact, - Nice of you to come.

- They're all spies.

- Fabienne, really.

- And watch out for homosexuals.

- I beg your pardon?

- It's also a well know fact

that most people involved in espionage are homosexuals.

- Yes, well, I'm not surprised.

There're everywhere.

In my grandfather's day,

they used to horse feed homosexuals,

then, they accepted them.

Now, they're fashionable.

And before long, they'll be compulsory.

- Champagne, sherry, or spirits?

- No.

- Fabienne, I think if we just circulate.

- Victoria?

I need you.

- Excuse us, Mummy.

- I'll take care of her.

- Trevor.

- Celia, how wonderful.

- What a wonderful party.

- Isn't it very ghastly?

But you may have saved my evening.

Where's your George?

- Getting sloshed somewhere.

- Ah.

Beech, we're going to slip away.

I'm gonna show you the greenhouse.

- At this time of night?

- What better time?

Tomatoes by moonlight. - Champagne, sir?

- No, I don't care much for this caterer's stuff.

Have you got anything in your stolen reserve, Beech?

- Veuve Clicquot, '64?

- Splendid.

- I need a Russian, or a Czech, or Romanian,

Bulgarian, East German, or Hungarian.

- No Chinese?

No, I wouldn't take a Chinese.

If you see someone who looks suspicious.

- The only person that looks suspicious

is your uncle with my mother.

- Ah, keep your eyes open.

- I am, for Daddy. - Mmm, please, Victoria.

- Oh, really, Fabienne.

The sort of person you're looking for

is hardly likely to turn up

at your uncle's party.

- You're not helping.

Beech?

Who's that man?

- An Albanian, Miss.

- How can you tell?

- One can always tell an Albanian.

It must be their bandit upbringing.

It's the way they enter a room,

taking advantage of the natural cover.

- It's a lie!

I never touched her!

Even if I did, I plead diplomatic immunity.

- Please, I must know,

where is the bathroom?

- Oh, straight ahead.

- She's a liar!

I never touched her!

- Who's in here?

Open the door.

What are you doing locked in my friend's bedroom?

- Sshh, I was waiting for your friend.

- My friend's downstairs looking for Eastern Europeans.

Are you one?

- Hungarian, if it helps?

- Yes, that'll do.

Do you work at the Embassy or something?

- I'm the Naval attache.

- You've got one too.

Oh.

- Victoria?

Victoria, you're not helping.

- If you'll excuse me.

- Where are you going?

- Duty calls.

Thank you, Mrs. Fenton, for a lovely party.

- You?

Stop!

Wait a minute!

I want to talk to you.

Wait!

You're a fool, Victoria!

I wanted that man.

- I rather did myself.

- Oh, sorry!

Uncle, Uncle!

Did you see him?

- What?

Some idiot threw this through the greenhouse roof,

and Celia's hurt her knee.

- All right, but I really don't see what you can do.

- I know you will say, I'm imaging things,

but we are being followed.

- Men like that are always following girls.

- He's been with us all morning.

- Fabienne.

- I'll prove it.

You go this way, and I'll go that way,

and we'll see who he follows.

- All right, but I'm having a lunch at San Lorenzo.

Shall I see you there?

- If I'm not there in half an hour,

you'll know what to do.

- Yes, order your cantelloni.

- Anybody's seat?

- Help yourself.

Haven't we met somewhere before?

- You were following me in the park.

- Oh, god.

- I probably look different without glasses.

- I told them.

I warned them.

I said, "Don't put me on outside jobs."

"Don't put me on following and things like that."

"I'll only make a mess of it."

See, I'm a behind-the-scenes man.

I deal in broad concepts.

But I'm not cut out for this outdoor,

man in a trench coat stuff.

I catch colds, and bicycles knock me over.

- And people spot you.

- Apparently.

- Mmm-hmm.

Do you always wear that hat?

- It was part of my disguise.

- It looks ridiculous.

Who asked you to follow me?

- I can't tell you that.

It's more than my life's worth.

These lips are sealed.

- It was that Hungarian, wasn't it?

- Not necessarily.

- Are you going to follow me all day?

- I'm supposed to.

I was just writing my report.

- But you lost me?

- Well, I'm making it up.

- Ah.

Did I have a nice time?

- Not bad.

I'd never buy shoes there ,

and you missed out lunch.

May I?

I'm going to San Lorenzo, okay?

See you later.

- Thank you.

- Hey, wait.

- From Senora Fenton.

- I had a word with the Home Secretary today?

- Oh, yeah?

- About another matter.

- Oh, did you?

Hmm, any joy?

- Seemed quite optimistic.

- Two seats, center court, women's doubles.

- Quite optimistic. - Good.

- You couldn't get a big spy.

What about few little ones?

- Oh, really, Fabienne?

You might just as well

put an advertisement in the "Times".

"Wanted: suspicious-looking Eastern European homosexuals."

No, come on.

We'll get John back through normal channels.

- I can't wait that long.

- I hope she's not gonna do anything foolish.

- Don't worry, I put someone on her.

- Really?

You mean some sorta shadow?

- Yes.

Been with her two days now, just in case.

- Invite him in, ma'am?

Into the house?

Across the threshold, as it were?

- Yes, but give me a moment to change.

Oh, where was the brandy?

In your room, I suppose?

- Only because I've been dusting the decanter, ma'am.

- Oh, of course.

- Mrs. Fenton will receive you upstairs, sir.

Third floor.

Should I take your pummel, sir?

- I brought it with me because I didn't want it stolen.

- It will be quite safe with us, sir.

I assure you.

- Come in.

Close the door.

You must be freezing out there.

Have some brandy.

- Oh, thank you.

Very nice of you.

I'm not due off 'til eight.

I was going straight home to have a hot bath.

- If you like, tomorrow night,

you can follow me to the pictures.

- Oh, can we go to the Classic?

It's "The Mummy's Curse" and "Attack of the Crab People."

- If you tell me who you work for.

- Can't, out of the question.

- What is your name?

- Baxter.

Baxter Clarke.

- You're obviously English.

- Don't jump to conclusions,

not in this game.

It could just be part of the cover,

a cunning device.

I'm nothing like I appear to be.

- Baxter, come and sit down beside me.

You must be tired. - Weary.

Weary and cynical.

Sometimes I can hardly live with myself.

Can I come and live with you?

- If you tell me things.

- Hey, you're not trying to

wheedle things out of me, are you?

- I don't know.

I don't know what I want.

But when you sit near me,

I feel so alive inside.

Yes.

I have this effect on women.

There was this friend of my mother's.

Every time- - Why don't you kiss me?

- I think I will.

This isn't just work, you know?

I mean, I do want you.

- So do I,

from the first time I saw you,

even wearing your hat.

- I feel quite excited.

- Why don't you take a shower?

You're so tense.

It'll help you relax.

- As long as it doesn't damper my ardor.

Right, I shall return wet and sexy,

and then wheedle away.

Mrs. Fenton!

Where are you?

Mrs. Fenton?

- Allow me, please.

Goodnight.

- I've got one.

- Huh?

- No thanks to you.

Come and see.

- I had a double six.

- Clarke!

- Sir, I can explain.

No, I can't.

So really this all came out for the best,

because I'm back in filing where I belong.

I enclosed a photo of myself as a memento.

It was taken on a cycling holiday when I cut my knee,

hence the bandage.

I wish you the best of luck.

Please ring me if ever you need anything decoded.

Sincere wishes, Yours faithfully, Baxter Clarke.

P.S., I love you.

- Tackle him!

- Kick it now!

- Goal kick.

- Goal kick.

No, no, no, no.

Kick off.

- Get on with it.

- It was a goal kick, Mister.

- Don't argue with the referee.

Goal kick!

- Who are you?

- It's time we had a little talk.

- I'm listening.

- Come on.

- Here we go again.

- Why did you drug me at the airport?

And you had something to do with my husband's arrest.

- That was just my bad luck.

- You're bad luck?

- How did I know he was

gonna get arrested? - Oh, I'm sorry

he made things so difficult for you.

- I don't want apologies.

I just want what I put in your suitcase.

- My suitcase? - And it's not there now!

- Gone?

- Gone where?

Do I make an offer?

- I'm not sure I know what you're talking about.

- I guess it better be a pretty large offer?

- I must think about this very carefully.

Where do I get in touch with you?

- You don't.

I get in touch with you.

Tomorrow.

- You two,

do you think you could follow that man

without being seen?

- Who is he?

- I don't know,

but he may be just the man I'm looking for.

- Here!

- Sorry, thanks.

- 1644, please.

Thank you.

- We want to see Mrs. Fenton.

- About what?

- We have information of a confidential nature.

- I'll give you confidential!

Get off those steps!

Get out, out, out!

- Beech? - Get!

Madam?

- It's all right.

Let them in.

- Into the house, Madame?

- Yes, let them in.

- Hey, wipe your bleedin' feet!

- 1644, please.

Thank you.

- I'm always forgettin my key,

and it's such a long way down.

Thank you. - That's all right, Madame.

- I thought I heard you go out.

Oh, there's something in my room I want.

- Time for a drink?

- Oh, no, not tonight, Madame.

- Madame?

- That's rather formal after last night.

- On the other hand,

perhaps we will have that drink.

Where's your husband?

Out of sight, out of mind.

- It's good news week.

- He's not out for a week, just an hour.

- Oh.

You know, I was expecting another French girl tonight.

She also has a husband out of sight.

- Oh, I hope she doesn't disturb us.

- She better not.

- What's she like?

- Freckles everywhere.

She hasn't got legs as good as yours.

Simone?

- Oh, la la! - Simone?

Quick, in there.

No there, darling.

Here.

- My wife's in here,

isn't she? - Certainly not.

- There's no good denying it.

- What Kind of a man do you think I am?

- That's her perfume, isn't it?

- Now, that's ridiculous.

- I'm not new to this, you know?

I've sniffed her out of many a hotel bedroom.

Simone?

Ah, I'm terribly sorry.

- You should be.

- I thought you were my wife.

- And I thought you were my husband,

that's why I'm in the wardrobe.

I think I have to go, darling.

- I'll go with you, darling.

- No, no, no. - I don't know

how to apologize.

- You know how jealous my husband is.

- It's my wife, you see. - He's got a young blood

on his mother's side.

- It happens all the time.

I hope I haven't ruined your evening.

- Don't follow me!

This is goodbye forever!

- Forever?

Never.

- She even had an affair

with our marriage guidance counselor.

- Go away!

Leave me alone!

- Ah, you can't mean that?

- Tell him not to come.

My husband may be in the lobby.

- Her husband may be in the lobby.

- A man has to do what a man has to do.

- I hope I haven't...

Mother was right,

I should never have married a convent girl.

- What were you doing in my wardrobe?

What were you doing in my wardrobe?

- Hiding.

There was a woman.

- I mean, she had an invitation.

- You knew I was there.

- Of course.

- You knew I was there,

but you were still going to make love with that woman.

- Look, I didn't complain

when you were seducing that boy on a bicycle

while I was hiding in the shower.

Kon Tiki Lounge.

Your floor, sir,

Kon Tiki Lounge. - What?

No, no, no, no, no.

Drive on.

- Do I sense a lack of trust?

- Why should I trust a spy?

First, you're a waiter,

then, you're a diplomat,

you drug me in Bucharest,

broke into my uncle's house,

and have affairs with other men's wives.

And no one's complained about my legs before.

Ground floor.

- She said he was a spy.

- A lot of them about this time a year.

Just a minute.

Our affair's making progress.

We're in complete harmony.

Neither of us trust the other an inch.

We don't like each other very much.

Sure, I knew you were in the wardrobe,

but let me tell you the point of that exercise.

Whenever you think, he wouldn't do that, he would.

You know what I want.

- Yes.

- Do we have a deal?

- Yes, yes, definitely.

I've got what you want.

- The price?

- 1,000 pounds.

- When do I collect?

- I'll call you tomorrow.

I need time to arrange things.

- Call me at seven at this number,

and remember, I would.

♪ La la la la la la la la la

♪ La la la la la la la la

- I see you're up to three a day.

- Huh?

Right.

Well, what news from the outside world?

- News from England.

It seems the conscience of the nation,

so stirred by your arrest,

has turned its attention to the garbage strike.

- Yeah.

- But your little wife has been very active.

- Well, how do you know?

- We have someone watching her.

- What for?

- Because she intends to catch a spy herself

to exchange for her loved one.

- Do they care?

- Perhaps not.

Do you know this man?

- Hmm?

No, can't say I do.

Hey, that's taken in the park.

That's where I met her.

What's he up to with my wife?

- I don't know.

We can't follow her everywhere.

- Who is he?

- A man we would be most willing to exchange for you,

an enemy of Russia.

- But the British aren't gonna change me

for an enemy of Russia.

I'm not missed that much.

- They might, if they think he's an enemy of Britain.

Just the question of making things seem what they're not.

- You're the experts.

- So your wife may solve all our problems

with a little help from her friends.

- I found a spy, Baxter.

- Would you like some banana?

- I found a spy, a real one.

No, thanks.

- Well, I'm very pleased for you.

Have you wheedled anything out of him yet?

- I don't need to.

I am going to frame him.

- That's a bit dirty, isn't it?

- It's a dirty game, Baxter,

as you should know. - True.

None of us are clean in this business.

How are you going to frame him then?

- He thinks I have something he wants.

I'll use it as bait to get him out of London,

and while he's away,

evidence can be planted in his room.

- What sort of evidence?

- Oh, government papers, secret files, anything you can get.

You're the perfect person.

You have access to all sorts of things.

All you have to do, is steal something secret,

and plant it in this man's room.

- Is that all? - Yes!

- Oh, I thought you wanted something difficult.

- No.

- All you want

is for me to steal something top secret

from government files,

for which I could get 25 years,

but with remission for good conduct,

I should be out by my early 40s.

- He's the one who will go to prison.

You can be the one to give the tip-off.

You'll get all the credit for catching him.

You will be a hero.

Baxter, do you want to be a foreign clerk all your life?

Just a number, and a grade at the ministry of whatever?

- Yes.

- You said you loved me.

- Well, I do, in principle.

- Who else can I turn to?

You sent me a letter offering help if ever I should need it.

- Yes.

- And now, when I need it,

who's turning me down?

Rejecting me?

- Ah, bloody hell.

- Hello?

- It's me.

- Are we in business?

- Yes.

Listen to me very carefully.

I have what you want.

I'm in Paris.

- Paris?

- Yes, there is a plane to Orly at eight o'clock.

I will be waiting for you.

- Why Paris?

- We're in no position to ask questions.

Hello?

- How's the weather in Paris?

- This is a recorded announcement.

Mrs. Fenton is not in at the moment.

Please leave your name and your number,

and she'll ring you when I get back.

I mean, when she gets back.

Who's there?

- I came as soon as I could.

- Beech!

- How's your 88? - Beech?

Beech?

Wake up, wake up!

I am being attacked.

Beech!

- Mr. Trevor's is

not at home. - Over here for the beer.

- Anything you see is in the drawing room.

Ha!

- Young lady, it seems to take a long time

for anything to sink in your pretty French head.

There are a few things you're going to tell me first.

Have you got my package?

Have you?

- No, no, not here.

- Well, who has?

What was all this Paris crap?

What was that a setup for?

- I was scared of you,

of dealing with you alone,

and had to get someone to help me in Paris.

- It's going to be a long, hard night.

So much I wanna know.

So much you're gonna tell me.

- What about the girl?

- Can't leave her here to talk,

take her with you.

- Hey!

- Don't draw the curtains, Beech.

- Hey, it's time for Madame to get up.

- What?

Oh, my head.

I feel terrible.

I feel sick.

- Chloroform.

- Where are we going?

- I don't know,

but I don't intend to arrive there.

Come on!

- I can't!

We'll kill ourselves!

Are they dangerous?

- Well, at least they don't have guns.

Just hit me, cow.

Hey!

- All together.

Thanks for giving me a hand.

Get rid of these.

- I'm worn out.

I won't!

I can't go any further!

- Oh, shut up, and keep walking.

- Where are we?

Where are we?

- Scotland, at the Loch Awe.

- How do you know?

- I highly recommended it.

- I'm cold.

- We'll start a fire.

- Do you know who those men were?

- You have been trying to set me up for something,

and I'm gonna find out what.

- I've never seen them before, honestly.

- Let's get this straight,

all I want is what I put in that suitcase.

- I don't know anything about the suitcase,

or what was in it.

I was making it up.

I was making it all up.

- Why?

No hurry, we'll hole up for the winter.

You'll tell me.

- I'm no use to you.

- And we've got till May 4th.

Let's get some heat in here.

- You can't keep me here like this.

They'll find me.

My uncle is a very important man.

There'll be an outcry.

It'll be on the newspapers with my picture,

"Politician's niece abduced."

- Abducted.

- All the police will be looking for me,

and the Air Force,

and the Army with helicopters.

Oh, well.

- Trout.

Now, I like mine grilled on the bone,

with a little parsley and lemon.

That one was yours.

They keep a real fine cellar here.

This is from Levallois.

That's a good French wine.

Oughta remind you of home, hmm?

Do you want some?

- No, thank you.

- You know, I like France.

I've traveled all around it.

Normandy, Brittany, crossed the Camard.

- Following someone, I suppose?

I had a girl with me.

- How wonderful for her.

- Yes, I think it was.

- I'm sure you're a great lover,

especially with.

- I'm very particular.

They have to be awake.

- With you, I would find it hard to be awake.

- You've had a lot of experience, huh?

- Enough.

- Say, tell me,

you know when your husband was arrested on your honeymoon,

was it before?

After?

During?

- Our marriage was consumed.

- Ah, thank God it wasn't consummated.

- You have a dirty mind.

- Well, that's better than having a clean record.

- I have not got a clean record!

I have had many lovers.

- How many?

- 87.

- Name the last two.

I can't remember names.

Anyway, it was hours ago.

- You better clean up now,

and get your mind off sex.

- You're such a child.

- I am not a child!

I'm a woman with a will of my own, a strong will.

I am very determined.

I am getting up now,

and I'm leaving,

and nothing is going to stop me, especially you!

- What's the matter?

- It's raining.

I'm not sleeping in here with you!

- Sleep in there and freeze to death.

- I'd rather do that than, than-

- Than, than what?

A girl with your experience,

hey, I can be number 88.

We could be nice and warm.

You'd only have one bed to make up in the morning.

Hmm?

Good night, Mrs. Fenton.

Hey!

You forgot something.

- I've forgotten you!

- Good try, but don't try it again.

Sorry about keeping you here, but it's up to you.

- Truce?

- Suffering from shock and exposure?

- I'm suffering from something.

- Oh, yes.

Of course it's been hours since you took a lover.

Days.

- This much of a truce?

Why?

- Don't ask questions.

Not now.

- Geez, I can see the headlines now,

"Politician's niece abduced."

What's the matter? - Nothing.

- Why are you shaking?

- I'm shaking nothing.

I'm just cold. - Yeah?

Nervous?

- I'm not nervous, I'm just cold.

- Well, why'd you move your bed from the fireplace?

Stay right where you are.

Better? - Mm-hmm, much.

- You know, we could be friends.

I'd like that.

We've told each other a lot of lies, but that isn't.

- That was an even better try, hmm?

- You never give up.

I have now.

- Why?

- Things have changed.

- Is that why you came back, hmm?

Truce?

- What about truth?

- Yeah, I guess it's about time

I started telling you the truth.

No, you don't.

- 55 pence, please.

- Here you are.

Keep the change, - Oh.

- And could we leave now please?

- We'd better just wait for those two men

running down the hill.

- We're in an awful hurry.

- They're in a hurry as well.

- Please, it's very urgent.

- Oh, why didn't you say so?

- Why did those men want you?

- Well, first of all, let me tell you, I'm not a spy.

No, you see what I do,

is I smuggle manuscripts out of Russia,

you know, political memoirs, novels.

Works that are banned by the Soviets,

I help to get them published in the West.

- Is that what you put in my case?

- Yes.

- The whole manuscript?

- Well, on microfilm, of course.

- Why?

- Well, I'd thought they'd caught me in Bucharest

with a hotel full of Secret Police.

Well, how did I know they were there to arrest your husband?

- Why didn't you tell me that before?

What you do is-

- Make money.

I'm not a boy scout doing good deeds.

I get paid very, very well,

or I used to.

Now, what's your angle?

- I thought you were a spy, you see?

That's why I pretended to have what you wanted.

I was going to get you arrested and swapped for John.

- Don't worry about it.

How can you get me arrested?

I'm not a spy.

- You may be now.

- Oh, it's you.

- Baxter, I must know,

did you do it?

- Well, you see, the thing is,

my mother came down last Tuesday,

and she's not been at all well.

She's had this thing right down her side, me aunt.

She's not really me aunt,

but that's what we call her,

and it was the night porter.

- Did you or didn't you?

- No.

- You didn't.

- My nerves saved me.

If you never speak to me again,

I don't blame you.

I've let you down.

I'm pathetic.

- Of course you're not.

You're wonderful.

- Am I?

- Baxter?

- Oh.

Did I interrupt something?

Who is she?

- One of the net ball players.

We were just about to kick off.

- I'll go.

Goodnight.

Who was that?

- Pardon? - Who was that?

- Yesterday's woman.

- Hey, now, look.

You do not have to stay.

You are a woman with a will of your own,

and very determined.

Ah, you're getting up now and leaving?

Nothing's gonna stop you, especially me.

- But it may be raining.

- Andrej Sterrans?

- What do you mean barging in here?

- You're under arrest.

- How can they arrest an innocent man?

It's as bad as over there.

The Secret Police barge in in the middle of the night.

- We don't have Secret Police.

We have the Special Branch.

- Demand to do the same thing.

- Fabienne, evidence was found in his room,

conclusive evidence that the man's a Soviet agent.

- Planted evidence.

Uncle, isn't it obvious?

That's why the Russians got him out of the way.

I was with him.

We were forced to go to Scotland.

- Good grief, girl.

The Russian Embassy's already admitted that he's a spy.

- But that's because they want him.

I've told you what he does.

- Proof positive,

and don't go on about that story of lost luggage.

I'm going to read the sporting page.

- Morning, Trevor.

Morning, Fabienne.

Splendid news.

- What?

- Chap we arrested last night.

The Russians have agreed to swap him for John.

- No.

- Why ever not?

This man means nothing to us.

- Just a man.

- That means the bloody ice has melted.

That's something.

- There he is.

- Still don't like the fella.

Still looks too smooth.

- Look!

John's suitcase,

- Huh?

- I forgot there was another one.

He must've taken it to Moscow.

You put all my clothing in that suitcase.

Don't you see?

Soon they'll ,

they'll know who you are.

- When the case is here, I'll be there.

- You must be the first Soviet prisoner to put on weight.

When they take the photographs, suck your cheeks in.

- Come along, sir.

- Andrej, you must do something.

- Nothing I can do.

Wheels in motion.

Don't you want John back?

- Yes, of course I do.

- But for the reason and for the right man.

- Welcome home, comrade.

- Yeah.

Great to be back.

- Welcome home, sir.

- Oh, good to be back.

What have I missed?

- Oh nothing much really, sir.

Weather's been pretty off in England.

Oh, Princess Anne's taking her pilot's license.

- Good to catch you, comrade.

- But you didn't get the manuscript.

- But we stopped the flow.

- I must tell you,

only in self-preservation,

that at this very moment the manuscript is making its way

toward the West with my file.

Here he comes.

- What are you talking about?

- Fenton was my partner

and he has the manuscript in that case.

- Ridiculous.

- He's made quite a fool of you.

- Absurd.

- Worth a look?

- Stop!

- Pardon?

- Stop!

Open the case.

- I can't open the case.

You know why,

- Open it.

- I'm sorry, this isn't on my operational schedule.

- Why don't you open the case?

- John's case is full of money.

What does it mean?

- What the hell's going on?

Close it up, please.

- What does this mean?

- Means the exchange is off.

- Take him back.

- I'm afraid it means he's being paid for his hardship,

unless he's done an awful lot of overtime in the salt mines.

- Mmmm.

- Sorry about this, sir.

Appears to be some sort of hitch.

- I really must protest.

I'm in-

- Get after them.

He's just around.

- Get after who?

We'll sort it out when we get there.

- Oh thank God, thank God.

Oh my God.

- Nice of you to drop in.

- Got a lot of spirit, that girl.

- Must be English.

- Look out!

- Getting away and it's all your fault.

How could you ever marry a guy like that in the first place?

What the hell are you doing?

No time for fireworks.

Oh, you can't hit 'em with that.

That's used for distress signals.

Don't you understand?

It's a flare gun.

- What? - Don't point it at me.

Point it at him.

Now look what the hell you're doing, you dummy.

- I got him, I got him!

- Here, take this.

- But how does it work?

- Just take that.

- Help.

- Come on, we better get back.

I think you've lost a husband.

- You've lost a manuscript.

- Eh, it wasn't much of a book.

- He wasn't much of a husband.

I wonder what they'll do with him.

- Depends on who they are.

Wait a minute.

Which bank are we are on?

- The West of course.

- Sure?

- Oh, naturally.

It's obvious.

- I hope you're right

because if you're not the whole thing starts all over again.

Double.

- Halt!

- You are sure this is the West?

- Of course.

- Mmm, okay.