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Slotsky's team
stole the cypher chip

from our international code.

He's probably
the best agent we ever had

and a master of disguise.

- [woman screams]
- [woman 2] Help!

- [loud popping]
- [woman 3] Is it a machine gun?

What are you doing to me?
This guy's a nut!

Stop that girl. Stop that girl.
She's stealing my creation!

- You build an instinct in this business.
- Gotcha!

Without your glasses,
you couldn't tell Slotsky

from the rear end of an elephant.

[man]
There are two OSI agents in the hotel.

Make arrangements
to kill them both.

[beeping]

[beeping]

[beeping]

[kids shouting]

- Manning.
- Oscar.

So?

I don't believe that guy.
He's up to eight miles and going strong.

[Manning]
Oscar, are you sure he's 68 years old?

If that's Terry Quinn,
he'll be 69 in March.

[sighs] I followed him
from his apartment.

It must be the right guy.

[Oscar]
That's Terrence Quinn, all right.

Young at heart.
Still trying.

[Manning] Almost gives you hope.

Well, I guess he is a has-been,
but he really was something.

He had charm, he had style,
he had grace.

He was really beautiful.

He's probably
the best agent we ever had

and a master of disguise.

Turned Europe upside down
in the early days of the Cold War.

[Manning] Are we busting
the old guy for something?

[Oscar] No, no. I need him.

- [engine starts]
- Badly.

I'm gonna ask him for his help.

Okay. Catch up.

Hello, Terrence.

Oscar. Oscar Goldman.

- You mind if we stop for a minute?
- Of course I mind.

- Now get outta here before I kill you!
- I wanna talk to you.

I mean it. Beat it!

Terrence, I couldn't
keep you on any longer.

You'd passed the mandatory retirement age.
It happens to all of us someday.

Why?

I was no run-of-the-mill agent.

I never made a mistake
on a mission in 30 years,

and I feel I deserve
a little more gratitude

than winding up in a crummy apartment
with a six-year-old car.

Nice seeing you, Oscar.

Terrence.

Do you remember Boris Slotsky?

Course I remember him.

Still carrying two Luger slugs
he put in me in Amsterdam.

And on cold days,

my arm can feel the pain
of that letter bomb of his.

[chuckles]

They bury him in Sicily,
or they take him back home again?

Neither.
He's still alive.

[chuckles]

I knew the sights
on that pistol were too high.

But I saw the car
crash in that ravine and explode.

He was probably thrown clear
as it fell down.

I have reason to believe that
Slotsky is in this country.

In fact, I know he is.

Slotsky, still alive.

- What's he doing?
- Same as he's always done.

He's an espionage
contact man.

You mean he's still working?

Well, that sure shows you the Russians
know how to take care of their people.

I should've defected
years ago.

I'm trying to get
your old job back, pal.

You're the only one
that could identify Slotsky's face.

My old job at my old salary?

The job won't take too long.

Two days ago,

Slotsky's team stole the cipher chip
from our international code.

With it he can decode every message that
we've transmitted in the last six months,

including the identification of some
of our top-secret agents.

I see.

We have reason to believe
that Slotsky is meeting a Russian courier

at the Hotel Terranova.

He will give him the chip there.

Your job will be to identify Slotsky,

recover the chip before the courier
leaves for Moscow.

Nice talking to you, Oscar.
I'll see you.

Wait a minute.

Don't you realize the lives
of at least 20 secret agents

depend upon you, Terrence?

[scoffs]
Look around you.

This is the future
I'm saving them from.

I'm being kinder than you know.

All right.
What do you want?

I'll get your cipher back for you,
and I'll also get Slotsky.

I'll enjoy that.
I really owe him.

My price is a ten-year contract
at full salary.

You know I can't clear that.

Those 20 agents are gonna
be sorry to hear that.

All right.
But I have one condition.

You'll be working
with one of our agents, Jaime Sommers.

Your job will be to identify Slotsky
and let her do the rest.

Think I'm too old
to work alone, huh?

That's the deal, pal.

A girl, huh? Okay.
Send her around to my place.

Give her this so I'll know her.

And, uh, put our deal
in writing.

[engine starts]

Hi.

[doorbell rings]

Excuse me, miss.
I--I left my key inside.

My husband's in there,

but could you help me with the bell,
please?

Oh, sure.
I do the same thing all the time,

except I don't have a husband
at home to answer the bell.

Sometimes I even have to crawl up
through the window to get--

[Jaime groans]

[Quinn]
Same ring, all right. Must be her.

Hmm.

Awake, huh?

I've always preferred
chloroform.

Simple, easy to come by,
has minimal aftereffects.

An attractive woman like you
should understand that.

[imitating old woman] A woman,
living alone, even in a good neighborhood,

never knows
who may come calling.

What are you doing?

What--

What are you-- [sighs]

What is this?

How do you do?
Quinn's the name.

I'm just trying to make a point
simply and effectively.

Goldman tried
to force you on me,

but I've got ten years
of good living

riding on my bringing back
Slotsky and that cipher chip.

That make it clear?

- Not in the slightest.
- I don't need you, kitten.

I can't afford to have an amateur
tagging along and lousing things up.

What--

Now, you'll be
relatively comfortable,

and I'll get back
as soon as I can, right?

Wrong.

You'll change your mind
after a while.

Well, I've gotta get out
of this and get going.

Oscar, come in.
This is Jaime.

Oscar Goldman,
do you read me?

- Yes, Jaime.
- What are you doing to me?

This guy's a nut!

[Oscar] Oh, so you two
aren't hitting it off, eh?

Hitting it off?

Well, so far
he has chloroformed me,

he's tied me up,
and he doesn't even know my name yet.

Well, Terrence does
have his ways.

Give him another chance,
will you, babe?

You know how important it is.

Against my better judgment.

This guy better be as good
as you say he is.

[sighs]

He's crazy.

[mutters]

I'll just take these out
to the car.

How'd you do that?

Double-jointed.

Listen, Quinn.

You better get the good guys
and the bad guys straightened out

in that pea brain of yours.

Otherwise we're gonna have
some serious confrontations.

Do you understand?

Now, shall we
do this thing together?

What have you got in here?

My career.

[man on PA] Front, please.

I've been all over the hotel
getting the layout.

Now, there's a group of international
fashion designers meeting today

and a convention of world economists
coming in tomorrow.

We sure could use a look
at that hotel registry.

The signatures might
tell us something.

I'm taking care of that now.

You go on back to my room.

- I'll meet you there in a moment.
- But--

Go!

[loud popping]

[woman screaming]

[woman]
What's happening?

Help! Help!

[man]
Everyone stay calm.

[popping continues]

Come on.

- [Quinn] Broke my glasses.
- So what? Let's get out of here!

[Quinn] I can't see.

[man] Mr. Nightingale!

[woman]
Well, I never in my life! Michael.

Stanley, get Audrey.
You need to do it right now.

Right?

Hmm.

Well, it was a harebrained stunt,
and you know it.

- It worked, didn't it?
- [scoffs]

Besides, we haven't
got time for subtleties.

Suppose you want to wait up until midnight
and rob the safe.

Hey, all I'm asking is that

the next time you decide
to celebrate the Fourth of July,

inform me first, okay?

[Jaime] Did you get
anything at all?

Couple of possibilities.

Juan Robles,
a Spanish couturier,

and Vilmos Vanovic,
a Yugoslav economist.

Slotsky could play
either one of them.

And the "R" in Robles

and the "L" in Vilmos
could be his handwriting.

I know it's not much to go on,
but it's all we've got.

All right.

I think our priority should
stay with the Spaniard

because that fashion show's
gonna be over tonight

and then that'll give us all day tomorrow
to work on the economist, huh?

Operator. Yes.
Please ring Señor Robles' room.

I see. Thank you.

He's lunching by the pool.

[dials]

Room service, yes.
This is Room 172.

I'd like to send a bottle of Dom Pérignon

to Señor Robles'
table by the pool.

Compliments of a friend.

Thanks.

That'll spot him for us.

Well, there's only
one other problem.

Slotsky can recognize me too,
so we've gotta throw him off.

Wear this.

And this.

[chuckling]
Are you joking?

Certainly hope we're not going anywhere
the vice squad visits.

This is a convention hotel.
You'll fit right in.

Oh!

Do you, um, see
the champagne bottle?

Yes. The table right in front
of the railing there.

I'll get us a table
as close as possible.

[English accent] I say, old boy,
I'd like that table just there.

Well, sure. Go ahead, sir.
Right ahead, sir.

Thank you.
Come, sweets.

This way, please.

I feel ridiculous.

- [host] Enjoy your lunch.
- Thank you.

Is that Slotsky?

Could be.

It's been ten years
since I saw him last.

Same general build.

[bionic ear beeping]

Gentlemen, it will be
the greatest coup of my career,

and I don't want anything
going wrong now.

I wish I could hear
what he's saying.

Oh, well, he said that this
could be the biggest coup of his career,

and he doesn't want
anything to go wrong now.

How could you hear that?

- Can't you do it?
- What?

Read lips.
Didn't they teach you that in your day?

- No, they didn't.
- Well, they should have.

All right, look.
I'm gonna search his room.

[English accent]
Call me if he leaves.

It pleases me very much

that it will all end tonight
and I can go home.

One moment, madam.
I'll call you back.

Your check, please.

Oh, sorry. Thank you.

Thank you.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, no.

- This way, sweets.
- Thank you, dear.

- I told you to call me.
- The phone was being used.

Well, you should've thought of something.

I did!

- You're out, aren't you?
- Barely.

Listen, the sooner
we finish this job,

the sooner we don't have
to work together anymore.

Now, did you find
anything at all?

An almost foolproof way
to pass that cipher

in a room full of people
without anybody noticing.

How?

Well, his cover's
a fashion designer,

so he puts the chip

in one of his own creations
and sells it at the show.

I saw the drawings.
Lots of sequins to hide the chip behind.

- Well, let's get it.
- Gee, I never thought of that.

Hmm, let's see now.

Oh, Quinn, come on.

You're not gonna start that again,
are you?

Look, it was open season on me
for 25 years.

I managed to keep alive

because nobody was ever
quite sure it was me

until it was too late.

I mean to keep it that way.

- Uh, monsieur, going down?
- No, up. The Roof Garden.

You know him?

[accent] No, but you build an instinct
in this business.

I feel it from the hairs
on the back of my neck,

and I would swear that man
is working for Slotsky.

[woman on speakers]
As we all know, Yves Saint Laurent

is alive and well
and designing in Paris.

And here we have tangible proof
of his existence.

[audience applauding]

[bionic ear beeping]

[man] Yes. Well, we'll show this
in the number six position.

Put this on, my dear, in there.
The fitter will sew you into it.

And I'll be out front
talking to the buyers.

[man] Miss Valerie, where is
the model for number four?

- Let's get it.
- [woman] She's over here, Jerry.

Don't panic.

Look, you see if you can
keep him occupied.

I'm gonna go peel that outfit
off the girl, okay?

[French accent] I was thinking of helping
with that myself.

[imitating French accent]
Oh, I'm sure you were. Get out of here.

- Oh, pardon me, sir.
- Yeah?

Could you tell me where
is the dress collection for toys?

Little bitty dress, little bitty things
for little girls and boys?

- You know where that is?
- I'm sorry, sir.

- You don't--Oh...
- I don't know.

Never mind.

What a fruitcake.

- Hi.
- Who are you?

I'm the fitter.

I'm supposed to sew you
into this thing here.

Oh, okay.

This hem looks a little strange.
Come here.

- Hmm, look at this.
- What happened?

Well, somebody
sewed it up all wrong.

Take it off.
I'll try and fix it real quick. Okay?

Would you go get Robles?
I think we better do that.

He's out front talking
to one of the buyers.

All right.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

Oh! [laughs nervously]
Where are you going?

Get it on. I've gotta sew you into it.

I can get into this by myself.
That's okay. Thank you.

Oh, stop talking foolishness
and get it on.

Okay.

You must be somebody new.

Robles going for the healthy-girl look?

Well, he was kind enough
to give me a break.

I've been on this crash diet
for a week already,

and I've got such a headache from it.

- Would you please get me some aspirin?
- Soon as I finish here.

Certainly would be a shame
if I was to faint in this outfit,

now, wouldn't it?

[woman]
Come on, girls. You're on.

Hey, wait! Stop that girl.
Stop that girl.

Stop that girl.
She's stealing my creation!

- [screams]
- [all shouting]

Okay. Oh!
Get me out of here!

[woman shouting, screeches]

Hmm.

It's not there, Quinn.

It's gotta be.

Know what I think?

I think this is just an outfit,

and I think Robles
is just a designer,

and you've been faking it
through this whole thing.

I tell you,
it's gotta be here.

Come on. It's over.
All right?

Look, I'm not condemning you
for your sight,

but without your glasses,
you couldn't tell Slotsky

from the rear end of an elephant
at six feet, true?

Doesn't matter.

[Quinn] We've got another lead.

It's probably the economist.

I told you that "L" could
be Slotsky's handwriting.

You've been out of action
for a long time.

You're not as sharp
as you used to be.

I cut a deal with Oscar.

I can't take a chance on that.

Fine. You're going
for a deal with Oscar,

but there are a lot of agents' lives
involved here.

[sighs]

I tell you what.

If I get Slotsky
and the cipher chip,

I will make sure
that Oscar keeps his deal, all right?

Room 447, please.

[rings]

- Yes?
- There are two OSI agents in the hotel.

I heard them mention
Slotsky by name.

They're here to get him
and the cipher chip.

All right.

Make arrangements
to kill them both as soon as possible.

Consider it done.

Slotsky doesn't have to worry.
The two have been taken care of.

You're sure?

In three minutes and 21 seconds,
the man and woman will be dead.

Somehow, someway,
if I could just get into Vanovic's room,

I could plant a bug or something.

Quinn, I'm sorry about the way
I came down on you.

It wasn't fair.

I mean, Robles could've been
the Russian agent.

It was an understandable mistake,

and I really am sorry.

[knocking]

That's our lunch, I hope.

- Who is it?
- [man] Room service.

Come on in.

- Thank you.
- Welcome.

I-I--Don't you want me
to sign the check?

Almost forgot.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Okay. Come on now.
You have to eat something.

- I'm not hungry.
- Please?

[bionic ear beeping]

[ticking]

Oh, my God.
They're trying to kill us.

Don't be ridiculous.

[sighs]

That was a bomb.
They planted a bomb under that table.

It's no wonder that guy
wanted to get out of here.

I've told Oscar
a hundred times,

the trouble with women agents

is they have a tendency
to get hysterical,

to exaggerate, fantasize.

Which makes them
somewhat unreliable.

I know what a bomb is,
and that was a bomb.

[people screaming]

Feminine intuition.

All right. Vanovic's not in his room.
Now's my chance.

You can't handle them.
I'll go too.

Wrong. You're gonna
stay right here.

But if Vanovic is Slotsky,
you're in danger.

Listen, I promise you
I will be very careful.

What I would like you to do
is stay here, have some lunch,

get a little rest.

Now I'm gonna search
Vanovic's room.

Hopefully I can find something
that proves he's Slotsky.

And then, if I do, I'll come back.

We'll work out a game plan
together, okay?

- All right.
- Bye.

That girl needs help
whether she knows it or not.

[man] You have made an important
contribution to world economic stability,

Mr. Vanovic.

Thank you, my friend.

I hope it will make for better relations
among all of us.

Come. I have a very special present
from my mother.

Just a tiny memento.

I hope it is one of her roast chickens
with dumplings.

[laughs] Not exactly.

- Excuse us.
- We will see you downstairs later.

How is the dear woman?
Oh, she's very well. Very well.

Has the courier arrived yet?

No, not yet.

- He'll be here for the reception.
- Hmm.

It would be safer if I deliver the chip
to him.

If there's a problem, face it, comrade,

you are a little old.

Moscow trusts you to steal
United States' secrets,

but not for sensitive
and important assignments.

Only I have that honor
and responsibility.

You must have
blackmailed somebody.

The courier will expect me
to talk of my grandchildren

and to hand him a photograph.

The chip is pressed
between the photograph and the backing.

Thank you.

[knocking]

Hotel security, sir.

Is there a Mr. Vanovic here?

Just a minute.
Mr. Vanovic.

- Yes. What is it?
- Hotel security guard.

[sighs]

I'm Mr. Vanovic.
What do you want?

Oh, there's been a second bomb threat,
sir,

and we're checking all the rooms.

I can assure you there's no bomb
in this room.

Well, I'm sorry, sir.

I've gotta check it anyway.
It's for your own safety.

Nope. No bomb here.

Jaime.

I don't know how you two
managed to escape the bomb,

but no matter.

I'll think of another way
to end your interference.

You wonder why
I would not trust you to meet the courier.

You embarrass the KGB
with your feeble attempts

to get rid of these enemy agents.

Your superior shall hear
of this in detail.

They won't cause us any more trouble.
I guarantee it.

That is not the point.

The OSI is breathing down
our necks.

I'm changing the plan.

The moment the courier arrives,
I will deliver the chip to him

and instruct him to leave
immediately for Moscow.

- That's--
- [knocking]

Over there.

- Mm-hmm.
- I will be at the reception

in the Rose Garden.

- Let's get this open for the woman.
- All right.

Okay.

- How in the world--
- Just listen.

Slotsky is gonna pass that chip
to a courier any second now,

and I still don't know
which of the delegates he is,

- so that's where you come in.
- But--

I know you can't see anything
without your glasses.

But what you can do for me
is tell me about him, okay?

Tell me about his habits,

his idiosyncrasies, any tics,
anything like that.

Anything at all that would help me
identify him in a crowd.

- But--
- And...

we are partners, all right?

We're gonna do this one together.
There will be no going off on your own.

Is that a deal?

Deal.

[light jazz playing]

Come on now.
You're gonna have to tell me

how I can identify Slotsky.

Thinking.

- What about his hair?
- No. He changes it all the time.

All right.
Nervous habits of any kind?

Nervous habits. Let's see.

Sometimes he scratches his head
when he's nervous.

Okay. Okay.

Doesn't look like
he's very nervous.

What else?
Is he right-handed, left-handed?

- Left-handed.
- Left-handed.

Okay, there's one...

two...

three, four--four men holding drinks
in their left hand.

- What else? Come on. Quick.
- I'm trying.

I know you are. Come on.

Oh, I really botched this,
didn't I?

Quinn.
Relax, will you, Quinn?

You can think of something.
I know you can.

You're gonna have to because
I'm getting a headache

watching all four of these guys.

Oh, great. Now there's a fifth guy
with a drink in his left hand.

- The watch fob.
- Huh?

Slotsky sometimes carried
a pocket watch in his vest.

He's used it to identify
himself to couriers then.

All right.
What's it look like?

It's got diamonds on it
and an emerald in the center.

Okay. A diamond watch fob.
A diamond--

- With an emerald in the center.
- [Jaime] Okay. Okay.

Okay, okay. Fine. Come on.
Come on. Where is it?

- Diamond watch fob.
- [Quinn] With emeralds in the center.

Emeralds.

That's it. That's it!
It's right there.

You did it!
You actually did it.

Okay. Uh--

Oh, boy. Now Slotsky's
handing that picture

with the chip on it
to another guy.

All right. I'm gonna go get that guy.
You get Slotsky.

Okay.

Pardon me, sir.

I'm looking for a delegate
with a diamond watch fob.

- Have you seen him?
- No. Sorry.

[car engine starts]

[Jaime] Oh, no.

[tires squealing]

- Is he all right?
- Yeah.

I got here as soon as the police reported
the bomb explosion.

Okay. He's the courier.

Now, the cipher chip
is behind this picture.

I'm gonna go find Quinn.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Beg your pardon.

I'm looking for a delegate with a diamond
and emerald watch fob.

Can you help me?

Sorry.
I haven't noticed.

[man] That's a lovely piece.
Emerald, isn't it?

[Slotsky] Yes, it is.

[man] Must be quite expensive.
Have you had it for long?

Yes. I purchased it
in Amsterdam years ago.

Gotcha!

You sure look different, Boris,
as near as I can tell.

Here, Terrence, try these.

[chuckles]
Still wouldn't have known you.

Your face
is completely changed.

What did you expect?

I landed on it when I fell
from the car in Sicily.

It's all reconstructed.

[bionic ear beeping]

[Quinn]
Don't come to me for sympathy.

You kept your job.
I got put out to pasture.

Believe me, being old,

having younger men hiding
their contempt for you,

constantly trying to elbow
you aside to get your job.

Hmm.
You don't know how lucky you are.

I would gladly have traded your pasture
for mine anytime.

- You're kidding.
- It's true.

I would have retired
years ago.

With the KGB,
retirement isn't so easy.

I tried, but I knew so much,
they wouldn't let me out.

Now, failure
in a mission like this.

I would have been finished
even if I'd gone back.

Yeah.

It's too bad.

I always saw myself
in a faraway tropical place.

[both laughing]

I can't take
the Moscow winters anymore.

Sitting in the sun,
writing my memoirs.

I won't be doing that
in your federal penitentiary.

I was thinking of doing
some writing myself.

But I only had one half
of the story.

Only you knew the other half.

My friend, we are old fools.

The war between us is over,

passed us by without us even noticing.

We should've left it
to the younger ones years ago.

[chuckles]

Well, I see you caught him.

Now that you caught him,
what are you gonna do with him?

Turn him over to Oscar.

I guess that's
the right thing to do.

It'll be a nice surprise
for Oscar, too.

Considering that I'm the only one
who knows you've got him, uh--

I'll go get Oscar.
It'll only take me about, uh...

half an hour?

Nice when wars are over,
Mr. Quinn.

Good luck.