All language subtitles for MSW s05e14 From Russia With Blood.eng

Oh, please, somebody!
Stop that man!

Lock all doors!

- Stop where you are!
- [Gunshots]

[Woman]
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

I am Lieutenant Alexandrov, K.G.B.

- Do you know what this is?
- M-Microfilm.

The redhead at Charles's table
was ordered to leave the country.

Am I being officially charged
with a crime?

Officially, not at the moment.

You don't want to engage
the K.G.B.

You have the look of someone who has
just caught the canary in the cookie tin. Yes. Yes, perhaps I have.

[Man Speaking Russian]

[Continues In Russian]

[Russian]

[Woman Sobs]

My deepest sympathy, madame.

Anton was
a highly valued employee...

of long standing.

My husband spoke of you often,
Minister Melnikov.

I am honored
by your presence.

Minister, I look forward
to seeing you on Friday.

Yes. Under more pleasant
circumstances.

[Applause]

And I am delighted
to be among the American writers...

whose books are just now being
translated into Russian.

Mrs. Fletcher,

we, too, are delighted,

but our delight
would be doubled...

if your representatives
did not continually bring up the subject of royalties.

[Laughter]

But before we conclude...

I would like to say,
on behalf of the Cultural Ministry,

that your participation
has added greatly...

to the spirit of glasnost.

Thank you, Mr. Minster.

But we shouldn't forget someone
who has done so much...

to make me feel a welcome part
of this exchange program-

my artist host, Sergei Chaloff.
Dal

Jessica, is this
what you do every morning, run a dozen miles?

Sergei, we're not running.
We're walking.

Maybe that's what
it feels like to you.

Come. Sit down.

Oh. Is there one square inch
of this city...

that you haven't seen?

Well, according to this book,
the Novodevichy Convent should be up here somewhere.

Yes. And it'll be there
20 minutes from now,

after my feet
get a chance to recover.

Mmm. You know, Sergei,
when you go to America,

you're not gonna
make much of a tourist.

Ah. But I've already heard
about your tour buses, Jessica.

Well, I hate to depress you,
Sergei, but they have yet to invent a bus...

that can climb the steps
of the Washington Monument.

Oh, come on. A quick tour
around the Novodevichy, and then we'll have lunch.

Ah. That is a bribe
I cannot overlook.

[Both Chuckling]

##[Easy Listening]

##[Continues]

[Men Speaking Russian]

I fail to see how
500,000 able-bodied men-

Cyril?
Could be absorbed into-

Is that you, darling?
Peggy Brooks!

What a delightful surprise!

I thought I spotted you
atJ.B. Fletcher's talk yesterday but wasn't sure.

Yes, I was there.
How dreadful we missed one another.

My goodness.
Sergei, is security always this tight?

My dearJessica,
the creme de la creme of the Kremlin hierarchy...

is here this evening.

I'm surprised we're not
being strip-searched. [Laughs]

Cyril, I'm in rather
a new game for me.

Literary agent.
[Chuckling]

How exciting.

Well, that is what has
brought me to Moscow.

With all this divine openness
Gorby came up with,

I'm on the hunt
for some authentic Soviet genius.

You still with
the British Embassy?

Cultural attaché.
Flitting between London and Moscow.

Matter of fact,
I'm escorting Sergei Chaloff tonight,

midnight flight to London.

Cyril, there he is.

I'd kill to meet him.

Sergei, may I introduce
Peggy Brooks.

I'm honored, Mr. Chaloff.
How do you do?

I've just finished the English
translation of your latest book. Couldn't put it down.

Cyril, be a love
and top up my Stoli.

Your trip to the West
will make you another Pasternak, another-

Well, being another
Pasternak's not bad.

Who represents you
in the West? No one, as yet.

Give me the opportunity.
I'll make you a household word.

Perhaps you've an old,
unpublished novel in your drawer...

that Hollywood
would die to buy.

I hardly think Hollywood
would make any movies of my old books.

Oh, darling!
They don't have to make them.

They just have to buy them.

[Giggling]

Hello, Mrs. Fletcher.
I'm Bert Firman, National Press Association.

May I?
Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

Sergei's just gone off
to the buffet.

Actually, I've already
interviewed him.

It's, uh, you I'd like
a story from.

Me? Oh, no, no.
I am a terrible interview.

Oh, don't worry.
I'm a terrible reporter.

I must be.

Why else would I have been
stuck on the caviar circuit all these years?

Well, you must admit
that dining on Russian caviar is hardly getting stuck.

It's from Iran.

♪♪ [Fanfare]

Comrades, Kremlin officials,

distinguished visitors,

a moment, please,

to raise your glasses in a toast...

to one of our greatest
living writers,

a great patriot
who journeys tonight to London...

and then on to
the United States of America...

as part of an open exchange
of artists...

between the world's powers.

We salute you,

Sergei Chaloff.

[Fanfare]

[Ends]
[Applause]

Jessica, I've heard a great deal
about your famous...

New England clam chowder.

But believe me,
there is nothing better...

than fine Russian caviar.

[Easy Listening]

I hope for your sake
that this building is on fire.

I'm sorry to disturb you, Minster,

but that woman, Mrs. Brooks-
Mrs. Brooks?

There are 200 foreign visitors
here tonight, Nikolai.

Who is Mrs. Brooks?

The redhead
at Charles's table.

When I was working
over at Internal Affairs,

the woman was ordered
to leave the country.

Irregularities on her
import-export license.

I see.

Then find out how she
imported herself again...

before I export you
to Vladivostok.

When we get to Washington,
the first thing I want to see is a baseball game.

Well, I'm afraid the Senators
left there years ago.

They did? Where did they go?

Oh, to Minnesota, I think.
Or was it Kansas City?

Your-Your Congress
meets in Kansas City?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, I was talking about the Twins
who used to be the Senators.

[Chuckling]

Sergei, is something wrong?
Are you all right?

Another brandy, sir?
No, thank you. Not just now.

Oh. Mrs. Gorbachev
also is wearing a beautiful gown tonight.

You see, just over here- Oh!

- I'm so sorry.
- I should have held it in my lap.

I'm sure there's no damage.
Not to worry.

L- I assure you,
I am not so clumsy on the dance floor.

Will you allow me to prove it?

Oh, of course.

Excuse us.

Sergei. That waiter-
He's got my purse!

Please, somebody.
Stop that man! He's got my purse!

[Tray Clatters]
[Woman Screams]

Jessica, wait. Jessica!

Lock all doors!
Stop him!

[Chattering]

Mrs. Fletcher, come back. You-

[Shouting In Russian]

- Stop where you arel
- Don't movel

- Drop it!
- [Gunshots]

Go back. Go back.

Mrs. Fletcher,
you shouldn't be here.

We'd better get going.

I respectfully question
how and why...

your security
let a thief with a gun into the building.

Obviously, he used
the employees' entrance...

where someone
was extremely lax.

But I shall get to
the bottom of it.

No, Minister.
I shall.

Mrs. Fletcher,
I must take personal responsibility...

for this, uh, disgracefully
inhospitable display.

But sadly, we, too,
have our share of, uh, petty thieves and hoodlums.

Minster.
[Whispering]

Chief Inspector Bernicker.
It was your purse, I gather.

Yes. Yes, it was.

I just received word from hospital.

The thief died without
regaining consciousness.

Have your report on my desk tonight.

Inspector Cyril Grantham,
British Embassy.

As this matter is clearly of no concern
of myself or Mrs. Brooks, who is also a British subject.

- My-
- Sir, please. Let me sort everything out, and then you'll be free to leave.

Mrs. Fletcher,
you saw this man Dukhov steal your purse?

Oh, yes, yes.
It was here at my place.

I left it here
when I went off to dance with Mr. Chaloff.

Exactly so,
Chief Inspector.

Mrs. Fletcher,
please go through it...

in case passport
or traveler's checks...

fell out during
his attempted escape.

We can facilitate
replacement.

Is there anything missing?

No, I, uh-
I don't think so.

That's very odd. Canister of film.
I've never seen that before.

This is not yours?
Oh, no, no.

I left my camera and film
back in my room.

[Rattling]

Fascinating.
Do you know what this is?

M-Microfilm.

Indeed.
Odd, madam.

This is your purse.
Have you some explanation?

Uh, well-
l- No. I mean-

I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher,
but your stay in Russia has just been extended-

for how long, I cannot say.

[Jessica]
Inspector, I told you.

I have no idea how that microfilm
got into my purse...

or why that thief ran off with it.

Unfortunately,
our efficient Russian security men fired in self-defense,

and now the thief is lying dead
in a cold box with two bullets in him.

So I am forced to question you.

Remember, you are the one
who shouted to stop the man.

[Knocking]

Good evening, Bernicker.

Madam Fletcher.

I don't remember
asking your department for assistance.

Your department didn't.
The microfilm, please.

Of course.
After I have viewed it.

This is homicide involving
a malicious shooting.

It is, therefore, my jurisdiction.

The homicide involves microfilm
and an American writer...

here on temporary visa.

My department is responsible.

As usual, comrade, you are mistaken.

And you, comrade Bernicker,

are being imprudent
and shortsighted, as usual.

Forgive me, Madam Fletcher.

I am Lieutenant Alexandrov, K.G.B.

Oh, yes. The Committee
for State Security.

Well, Lieutenant Alexandrov,

your state need not
feel insecure over me.

How long have you known
Sergei Chaloff?

Five days.
He's my, uh- my artist host during my visit.

Five days.
Yet you have been corresponding with him for six months.

Where did you
get these?

Sergei Chaloff's apartment.
Where else?

Well, stealing my personal
letters to him...

certainly isn't in the spirit
of glasnost.

Madam Fletcher,
your artist host was not always in favor.

And while the Kremlin
has encouraged his trip,

he has been under surveillance.

He was but a few hours
from his flight.

He spends the evening with you,

and suddenly,
microfilm turns up in your purse.

Chaloff knew he was
being watched.

Is that why he put the film
in your purse?

Did he plan
to retrieve it later,

or you were you
to bring it to the West? Now just a moment.

Inspector, am I being
officially charged with a crime?

Officially, not at the moment.

Madam, a caution.

You are in a country
where people have been known to spend years in the gulag, unofficially.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Have you been charged?
Not yet.

But they're holding my passport.
Can Siberia be far behind?

Oh, I wouldn't worry about that.
At least not yet.

They always lift passports
when they don't know what else to do.

So, who are you
working for?

- Nobody!
- I won't print a word till you're safely out of the country.

Bert, I swear to you.
I know nothing about that film.

Oh. That's not so good.

What do you mean?

[Laughs]
You see, that's the one legal concept...

the Russians don't seem to be able
to deal with- innocence.

"It follows that the first
and last word on the fate ofJoseph Stalin...

was always in the hands
of the Russian people, whether they knew it or not."

It makes less sense to me
each time I read it.

And why did he
write it in English?

So the West could read
his message without delay.

Years ago, his anti-Stalin ramblings
kept him an underground, unpublished figure.

There is nothing new here.

But he names people
who are still alive,

people who hold positions
of power-

the Central Committee,
the Politburo, even your K.G.B.

Look there-
Gregor Alexandrov, your own father.

Would he do something
to prevent this from surfacing?

Or would Sergei Chaloff?
He is mentioned on page two.

And on four is Cultural Minister Melnikov...

who was low-level Stalin minion
after the war.

Seemingly valueless, and, yet,
this waiter Dukhov dies for it.

[Man]
I tell you what. I take you to Gorky Park. Only 200 kopecks.

Thank you, but, uh,
I just really want the American Embassy.

Ah, embassy.
What is that? Just a building.

But Gorky Park,
there is an experience.

Only 150 kopecks.
Special price. I can arrange.

No. Just the embassy, please.

Oh, sure, I get it.
You want to shop, right?

You want to go Gum's. Okay.

After you go to embassy,
we go Gum's.

I take you inside myself.
I know everybody.

Only 100 kopecks.
Nobody cheats you. I see to it.

I wait, take you to Gum's.

No Gum's.
Thank you.

The time is 11:15.
Mrs. Fletcher has just left the cab...

and is entering
the American Embassy.

[Woman]
Mrs. Fletcher, good morning.

Eleanor Hayes, liaison desk officer
to the assistant under ambassador for American affairs.

Yes, Miss Hayes.
Good morning.

I'm sorry.
The ambassador had to attend an urgent meeting at the Kremlin.

You may sit.

I see your passport
is being held by the Militia...

because somebody
hid a roll of microfilm in your purse...

at last night's
Cultural Ministry Reception. Exactly.

I hear everybody
who was anybody was there.

Well, uh, yes, I suppose so.
I really wouldn't know.

Evelyn Brinley
said that Mrs. Gorbachev looked absolutely radiant...

in a peach satin off-the-shoulder.

Course, I only have
her word for that.

Evelyn's become very cozy
with one of our military attachés,

which explains
how she got invited...

when higher-ranking
staff personnel did not.

Uh, Miss Hayes, my passport.

Oh, yes. Of course. Well.

First we must fill out
a few simple forms.

Tax dollars at work?

I'm sorry about
some of the fine print.

Several times, I've mentioned
to Miss Brinley the wisdom of simplifying our forms,

but, of course,
she's been too busy with this and that.

Oh, dear.
I seem to have mislaid my glasses.

Well, I'll just have to manage.

[Whispering]
Miss Hayes.

Uh, what are they looking for?

Excuse me.
My name is Fletcher.

I may have left
a pair of eyeglasses here at the reception last night.

One moment, please.

Yes. A pair of glasses
was turned in. Oh.

Room 311.

[Russian]
Thank you.

Mrs. Fletcher.
Yes.

I believe that my glasses
were turned in to your office.

Yes, the glasses.

We did not know
whose they were. Oh, thank you.

Nikolai.

Oh. Mrs. Fletcher.
How delightful.

To what do we owe
this honor?

She left her glasses last night,
Minister.

Please come in.

Do, please.
Thank you.

[Door Closes]

Your unfortunate business
with the Militia- It has been concluded?

Well, I'm afraid they're
still holding my passport, pending an investigation.

How very distressing for you.

Have you been
to your embassy? Just now.

You acted wisely.
I, too, have not escaped...

from the censure of the Militia,

and, uh, as a matter of fact,
the K.G.B. Was here today.

They took away the files
of Mr. Dukhov.

Very thorough, the K.G.B.
So I've learned.

Perhaps I can insure...

that they do not abuse their power
at your expense.

Comrade Chaloff, your fingerprints
were on the film's tube.

Anton was your
oldest friend.

You attended his funeral,
and you are about to leave the country.

All right.
That is enough.

I did attempt to get it to London.

Mrs. Fletcher's purse
was only a momentary convenience.

Now, comrade,
what is on the film?

I don't know.
To that I swear.

You swore you knew nothing
about the microfilm.

Just what is the truth?

[Phone Rings]
Bernicker.

Yes, Minister Melnikov.

Yes, Minister.
We have questioned her at length,

and I have concluded
that Mrs. Fletcher is merely an innocent bystander.

Thank you, Inspector.

Mrs. Fletcher,
that is the least I could do.

Your passport awaits you.
Oh. Thank you, Minister.

I really do appreciate
your cutting through the red tape.

Bureaucratic paralysis?
Uh, paper pushing.

Oh!
[Laughs]

I must remember that.
Red tape! [Chuckling]

[Door Closes]

[Melnikov]
Mrs. Brooks, you claim to be literary agent.

Yet, according to
Internal Affairs,

you were once involved
in the import-export business.

Several of the items
that you sold in London...

were precious icons...

that were reported missing
from the Novodevichy Monastery here in Moscow.

That was
my husband's business.

We are now divorced.

Inspector, detaining Mrs. Brooks
is a clear violation of her rights.

Couldn't the microfilm that we
found in Mrs. Fletcher's purse be of some literary value?

If you'd care
to show me the film,

I'll give you the benefit
of my expertise.

Inspector, I merely promised Sergei
a small fortune.

Is that a crime in Russia?

Some years, yes.
Some, no.

[Phone Rings]

Bernicker.

Yes, Mrs. Fletcher.

You are where? What?

Apparently,
he ran to this exit door, expecting it to be open.

It appears to be eight-millimeters,
the same caliber as the two bullets taken from Dukhov's body.

Inspector, I was in the corridor
close to the shooting, and I only heard two shots.

Alexei shot low
to hit him in the leg.

Ivan shot high,
trying to hit him in the shoulder of his gun arm.

Yes, but he must have missed.

The killer could have been
in this portion of the corridor...

with a silencer.

Mrs. Fletcher,

this clears up something
that has been troubling me.

Look here-
the autopsy report on Dukhov.

Oh. I wish I could read it.

Oh, forgive me.
It says that two bullets entered the body-

right leg and heart.

The bullet that pierced
Dukhov's heart entered the body at an angle,

which supports your theory
of an assassin with a silencer.

Madam Fletcher,
when you followed the officers who pursued Dukhov,

just where was Sergei Chaloff?

- Well, not with me.
- Chaloff's fingerprints were on the film's canister.

Also, he admitted
hiding the film in your purse.

[Scoffs]
Oh, I'm sorry, but I doubt that that is possible.

Nonetheless, it is true.

In addition, he has confessed,
of his own free will,

to trying to smuggle the film
to the West.

No. He would never
involve me in that.

Madam, you know only
the toothless lion in his waning years.

As a young man,
Chaloff was a dangerous activist...

who, even now, it seems,

has some bite left in him.

Miss Hayes, the Militia won't tell me
where they've taken Sergei.

I am sorry, Mrs. Fletcher,
but I cannot help you.

Now listen.
I don't have time for protocol or paperwork.

And I am telling you,
this embassy does not and cannot involve itself...

in the detention
of Soviet citizens.

Yes, yes, yes.
I understand.

Thank you very much.

Mrs. Fletcher!
The inspector tells me you have cause to celebrate.

Oh, l- I do?

Your passport's been returned,
as has mine.

I'm off to book
a flight home.

Well, I'm afraid mine
is going to have to wait.

Now listen.
Think carefully.

Do either one of you recall
seeing Sergei in the ballroom...

when those officers
were pursuing Mr. Dukhov last night?

Melnikov ordered
all the doors closed.

It was pretty chaotic.
Well, I couldn't swear to what happened.

People were running
everywhere.

Well, thanks awfully, Cyril.

Do give me a ring
when you're in London. Of course.

You, too, Mrs. Fletcher.
Love to see you again,

even if it's only social.
[Chuckles]

Yes.

Mr. Grantham,
I'm terribly concerned about Sergei.

They've jailed him.

Yes. My embassy
is aware of the charges.

I realize this is none of your affair,
but you do know Moscow like a native,

and I desperately need
to locate Sergei.

Perhaps I could make
some inquiries.

Jessical

I don't believe this.

How did you find me?
Mr. Grantham.

We only, uh,
have five minutes.

Sergei, I don't know
what they've told you,

but in the shooting
of this man, Dukhov, they found a third bullet,

and they think that the fatal shot
could have been fired by someone other than the two security men.

I see. So now the picture
becomes clearer.

But, Sergei, they told me that you confessed
to putting the film into my purse.

Yes. It's true.

It was vital I get the film
to the West.

I knew my bags
would be searched at the airport,

so I was carrying the film
at the reception...

when I saw that waiter again.

I remembered him
from Anton's funeral,

and I knew he must be working
for the K.G.B.

- Can you be sure?
- I have been under surveillance,

and this man appears
in two different roles.

I had to hide the film,

perhaps retrieve it from Jessica
after the reception.

Yes, but what, exactly,
was on the film?

Anton never told me.
He insisted it was for my own safety.

Well, then Dukhov must have
seen you put the film into my purse.

Then who killed Dukhov?

[Chuckles]
Yes. I see it now.

Someone from the K.G.B.
Followed the two Militia men...

and shot Dukhov during the cross fire.

The microfilm
and whatever secrets it contains...

is back in the hands of the K.G.B.

Dukhov can't talk
and involve his K.G.B. Bosses.

But wait.
We all went through the metal detector,

and you had no gun.

But I also have no alibi.

When the Militia chased Dukhov,

I started to follow,
then took a wrong turn in the corridor.

[Lock Clicks]
I know. I acted foolishly.

I have waited a lifetime
for my moment of fame,

but Anton was the first
to encourage me to write.

He was a friend for life.

I could not turn him down.

Sergei.

[Buzzer Buzzes]

You know,
Sergei makes sense.

The K.G.B. And the military
are framing him.

If only he had an alibi,
and if only he hadn't admitted hiding the film.

But isn't there something
that we can do? We?

My dear Mrs. Fletcher,
I'm a career man at the embassy- books, the ballet-

a sort of cultural hanger-on.
Oh, yes, yes, yes. Of course.

Taking on the K.G.B. Is, uh-

You have your passport
and most likely some memorable photographs of Red Square.

Believe me,
you don't want to engage the K.G.B.

Yes, but I also don't wish
to-to leave Moscow...

remembering Sergei Chaloff
locked there in that cell.

Yes.

Huh. Right.

[Knocking]
Come in.

And, uh, what will
the Gorbachevs be serving for dessert?

Right. Thank you.

Scoops of vanilla ice cream
with raspberries. Thrilling!

Okay, okay.
Don't let the size of my office fool you.

I'm grossly underpaid too.

Bert, you need a story,
and I need help.

Supposing I give you a scoop
without the raspberries?

- Shoot.
- Sergei Chaloff is being held in the Lefortovo Prison...

for a murder
probably committed by the K.G.B.

Mrs. Fletcher, I think one of the guys
down the hall would be better covering this kind of story.

- I see.
- I'd rather have a small office with no view...

than a large cell with a sweeping panorama
of the Siberian Alps.

Look, Bert, I'm frightened too,
but if I have to go this alone,

that's what I'm gonna have to do.

Oh, what the hell?
They say the Siberian Alps are damn breathtaking this time of year.

[Alexandrov]
Most American citizens believe all Soviets want to get out.

You, Madam Fletcher,
are living proof-

even Americans
wish to remain.

Well, my visa
expires tomorrow.

Lieutenant,
this man Dukhov,

why was he after
the film?

And how about a straight answer
for once, Alexandrov? He was working for you boys, right?

If we were as evil
as you both claim,

we would not hire a thief
to steal microfilm.

We would have simply
taken it ourselves...

and made Sergei Chaloff disappear.

But we don't do that...

anymore.

Just what is on the film?

Uh, that falls under
the jurisdiction of the code department.

With all your departments,

I have yet to encounter
a Department ofJustice.

Prior to your visit,
we acquainted ourselves with your activities,

particularly those
bewildering occasions...

when you insinuated yourself
into official police business.

Well, once in a while,
I try to help. Yes.

Forgive me, madam,
but your dossier reveals you to be...

a pleasant,
if somewhat tiresome, busybody...

whose interference would not
and will not be tolerated in Soviet Union.

Hey, hey. Now wait a minute,
Alexandrov- As for you, Mr. Firman,

I would not print any unsubstantiated material.
Glasnost is not a license to commit libel.

Good day.

We'd better get out of here
while we can.

Bert, wait for me outside.

If I don't come out
in 20 minutes, call the embassy.

M-Mrs. Fletcher,
don't mess with these guys.

Twenty minutes.

[Russian]

I'm sorry.
I forgot my handbag.

Mrs. Fletcher.

What a delightful coincidence
bumping into you here.

No coincidence,
Mr. Grantham.

Just before I left,
I caught a glimpse of a bowler hat...

and umbrella
hanging in the closet.

Not exactly K.G.B. Issue.

I'm here simply to...

clear up the paperwork
on Sergei's aborted trip to London.

Yes, well, that very well may be,

but if you were listening
in the other room, you know why I'm here.

Yes. Yes. To prove
that Sergei is innocent,

and, by extension,
that one of us is guilty.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you,

but when that poor fellow
Dukhov was shot,

I was on the dance floor,
and Mrs. Brooks can verify the fact.

Yes, of course.
But, unfortunately, Mrs. Brooks is in London.

Madam Fletcher,
the K.G.B. Is aggressively attempting to solve this matter with the Militia.

We have even offered Sergei Chaloff
reduced sentence...

if he tells us what is on microfilm.

But as you are aware,
he insists he doesn't know.

Is there any harm in digging
into the facts again,

perhaps Dukhov's past?

If Inspector Bernicker wishes to show you
Dukhov's file, that's his concern.

Oh, please, Lieutenant.
Don't send me on another wild goose chase.

You know very well,
and so do I, that you have Dukhov's file.

Murder victim falls under
Homicide's jurisdiction.

You mean you never had it?

Correct.

So, go... bother the inspector.

Yes. Yes, I certainly will.

Mr. Grantham,

indulge my curiosity.

Are you a Russian who was
educated in a British school...

or simply an Englishman
turned traitor?

Mrs. Fletcher, my car is outside.
May I give you a lift?

No, thanks.

You've already taken me
for one ride.

And there was Cyril Grantham,
as large as life,

making himself
very much at home in the K.G.B. Office.

Cyril is British, but he works for us.

Of course,
he also works for British Intelligence.

So we feed him misinformation
to take back to their side.

That way, we know that the half-truths
that we tell him are really lies.

And what about
the half-truths he tells you?

Please.
Don't open a can of caviar.

[Scoffs]

Is that what you call
glasnost?

No. I call it business as usual.

I'm sorry.
When the K.G.B. Kept the autopsy and ballistics report,

I thought they were
also getting Dukhov's employment records,

since this case is involving
state security.

But they swear
that they don't have them.

Which means...
Which means what, Mrs. Fletcher?

You have the look of someone
who has just caught the canary in the cookie tin.

Yes. Yes. Perhaps I have.

Why must we keep
going over this?

[Jessica]
Sergei, are you positive...

that Anton wrote this?

The perfect English,
the diatribe against the Stalin regime-

[Chuckles]
It is pure Anton!

Yes, but the English
isn't perfect.

Mrs. Fletcher, please.

Inspector, Mrs. Fletcher
formerly taught English,

if you didn't know.
[Alexandrov] I knew.

"And even as the Nazis
invaded Leningrad, it is"-

"Is"? No, no.
That should be "was."

Here's another mistake
at the top of the next page.

"Time against humanity
that labels the 'agressor' a predatory wolf."

Oh, obviously he meant
"crime" against humanity, not "time."

"Time" makes no sense.
Not by itself.

But did you notice
each one of these mistakes, or misprints,

is at the bottom of the page
and at the top of the next page?

Uh, could we begin again?

Please.
I know it all by heart.

"It follows that the first
and the last word on the fate ofJoseph Stalin was always"-

Inspector, say that again.

"The first and the last word"-
That's itl

How wonderful!
You've cracked the code.

- Him?
- Oh, yes. I see!

Take the first
and the last word on each page, put it together,

and you have the crime
that we're after.

"It is-
[Slide Projector Clicks]

"Time that-
[Clicks]

"The terrible truth-
[Clicks]

Be revealed."
[Laughs]

Oh, we are planning
on about 200,

and they will be entertained
by the Moscow Ballet.

Good afternoon.
Oh, Inspector.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, I have my story,
so I'll be going.

Bert, uh, I wouldn't rush out
quite so fast.

No?
Minister,

isn't this something
that you have been after, the microfilm?

Inspector, am I to be
continually harassed...

over some minor slipup
in my department?

Ironically, Minister,

it was a slipup between
these two gentlemen's departments...

that actually
tripped you up.

Madame, are you now involved
in my ministry's security precautions?

Oh, no, no, no.
It was something you mentioned the other day...

that, uh, stuck in my mind.

As a matter of fact,
the K.G.B. Was here today.

They took away the files
of Mr. Dukhov.

The K.G.B. Thought the Militia
was getting the file,

and Militia assumed
K.G.B. Was handling it.

In truth, no one
bothered you for it.

- And you are?
- Lieutenant Fyodor Alexandrov, K.G.B.

Ah. Yes.

The fact is, Minister,

Dukhov got the job
at the reception...

because you hired him.

That is ridiculous.
Why should I bother to hire a waiter?

[Alexandrov]
To steal microfilm for you.

But once Madam Fletcher
saw Dukhov steal her purse,

you had to be sure ifhe was captured
he would not talk.

That is more ridiculous.
How was I supposed to get into the reception with a weapon?

Security was airtight.

Well, not, I'm afraid,
for the host.

I noticed something that night,
but I didn't think much about it.

After the toasts,
you were called to the foyer.

But you didn't pass through
the metal detector like everyone else was using.

I'm pretty sure
that you never submitted to any kind of search,

nor, as Cultural Minister,
were you asked to.

You're wrong, madam.

When Dukhov fled,

I remained in the hall
and ordered them to seal all the exits.

Only partly true, Minister.

When Mrs. Fletcher
called for help,

you did tell the guards
to seal off the building.

But as head of the ministry,
your moves went unchallenged.

And when everyone's attention
was directed to the chase,

I suspect that you went to
the basement corridor through a different route.

That is absurd!

I had no reason.

I warn you, gentlemen,

I have good friends
on the Central Committee.

One telephone call.

Before you are making
one telephone call,

perhaps you would like
to read this.

It's all very carefully
documented on the microfilm-

Anton's memoirs in code,
names and dates.

They tell of a young
Russian officer Melnikov...

who collaborated
with the Nazis.

Anton knew everything.

We were young soldiers
together in Leningrad at the time of the siege.

He suffered most cruelly.

But I was able to insure
my survival.

Then after the war,

Anton was unable
to publish his books.

He came to me.

I was rising in the ministry,

and I was able to find him jobs
so that at least he could feed his family.

He kept silent...

in exchange for a lifetime...

of protection.

His... and mine.

And then when he was dying,
I suppose,

he decided that he must
free his tortured soul.

Uh, my story.

We will decide
what is published about this and when.

- But he will be tried.
- You have been most helpful to us, Madam Fletcher.

We thank you.

[Man Speaking Russian On P.A.

Mrs. Fletcher.
[Man On P.A. Attention, passengers.

Soyuz Airlines Flight 10-
[Continues, Indistinct] Pleased that I have caught you.

A little token of my thanks-
some chocolates to enjoy on the flight.

Oh, thank you very much.

[Laughs]

Tell me.
What will happen to Sergei Chaloff?

That situation is very grave.

I'm afraid that it will be
at least six weeks...

before he is permitted
to travel in your country.

Ah. I see.

And what about
Minister Melnikov?

He will be punished,
of course.

Oh, yes.
But not as an American might expect.

Retirement in disgrace, perhaps.
For murder?

The Soviet hierarchy
has a very protective attitude towards its own.

Too much
dirty linen on the line, people might wonder if...

all the clothes are not soiled.

Of course,
I do not condone such things.

But I am merely
a poorly paid policeman.

Again, thank you.

Thank you very much.

I think that you may find
the almond nougat particularly interesting.

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