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All right. Let's go
over it one more time.

Why is a gardener using a
radio transmitter in his truck?

I already told you, we
work by radio dispatch.

An Armstrong S-40
high-frequency transmitter...

is pretty sophisticated equipment
for a gardener, don't you think?

I wouldn't know.

But you would know, however...

that the S-40 is used by
American intelligence agencies.

Look, I'm a gardener.

Uh-uh.

You're a liar.

I thought you'd gone.

- What is it, Harry?
- I was, uh, just finishing up.

- Is something wrong?
- No. No, nothing.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night, Mr. Delano.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna help your gardener
remember who his employers are.

Is that really necessary?

I'm afraid it's quite
necessary, Mr. Delano.

What is it?

Oh, it's an alkaloid
substance called muscarine.

It will kill him quite
uncomfortably...

within 45 minutes to
an hour and a half...

depending on his metabolism.

Unless, of course, you
would care to reconsider.

You'll begin to perspire
profusely, your pupils dilate.

There's a giddiness and
a slowing of the heartbeat.

Am I right?

Of course, here I
have the antidote...

and if you can talk, a simple
injection will alleviate all discomfort.

Something wrong with your
ankle? You're walking funny.

I was demonstrating the hook slide,
and I think I hooked the wrong way.

Little League can be
hazardous to your health.

Hey.

Come on, guys, lighten up.

I think defeat has
leveled their appetites.

Oh, now, come on.

Everybody has to be
beaten every now and then.

Mom, we didn't get
beaten. We got liquidated.

Totally. And they even
had two girls on their team.

Well, that explains it.

Since you're not gonna
eat your dinner anyway...

why don't you just be excused?

They'll get over it.
What was the score?

- 21 to none.
- Hmm. May take a while.

- Are you seeing Dean tonight?
- No, he's out of town.

Oh, well, why don't we get a
baby-sitter and go see that new movie...

- where Richard Gere takes off his clothes.
- Mother.

Ha-ha-ha. I'm just kidding.

Actually, I prefer,
um, Cary Grant.

- With his clothes on.
- Yeah.

Well, no, I think I'm
gonna just wash my

hair and soak my foot
and get into bed early.

- Good night.
- Good night. That's sensible.

Got it.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- What are you doing tonight?
- Tonight?

- Well, I can't, I have plans tonight.
- Oh, no problem.

You should be able
to break them by 9:00.

What do mean "break them"?

This is a priority situation. Meet
me by the mall. I'll explain then.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, all right. Reflecting
pool, uh, 9:00.

Well, yes, of course, I
have a nice dress. Sure.

See you. Okay, good night.

- What was that all about?
- That was an old friend of mine, Chuck.

Uh, he's having a party.

Um, it's a get-together of all the
alumni in the district and he invited me.

Oh, isn't that
rather short notice?

Well, yeah, you know, that's
Chuck. He's, uh... He's a funny guy.

Oh.

Sorry I'm late.

- Do I look all right?
- Huh?

I said, do I look all right?

- Yeah, fine, just fine.
- Thank you.

It would have been a lot easier to
dress if I'd known where we were going.

Well, where are we going?

We are going to a reception for
Quickie Chickie Snack Shack Backer.

Oh, my boys love Quickie
Chickie Snack Shack.

They have the best french fries. They
have the only coleslaw that doesn't...

Why are we going to this?

Because I'm gonna be
slipped some information.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

- What's my assignment?
- To have a good time.

Well, why didn't
you just go alone?

On a Friday night at a party?

Do you know how
depressing that is?

Are we allowed to dance
while you look for your contact?

I do a pretty mean cha-cha.

Look, I'm gonna have to leave
the room for a few minutes.

- Well, what am I supposed to do?
- Well, keep having a good time.

Hello.

Thank you. Thank you,
ladies and gentlemen.

I have some very exciting
news I'd like to share with you.

I know that we've had
some setbacks of late...

but tonight, I'm
here to tell you...

that things are looking up for
Quickie Chickie Chicken Shack.

I am proud to announce...

that we have just
concluded an agreement...

with the German
Democratic Republic...

and soon, Quickie
Chickie will flap its wings...

on both sides of
the Berlin Wall.

It's your dime, Mr. Singer.

First I need your assurance
that I can get some protection.

- I called you because I'm scared.
- That'll depend on your information.

I work for James Delano. I'm
in a very delicate situation here.

I can appreciate that.

There's more than
just the chicken deal...

going on between Delano
and the East Germans.

Can you be more specific?

I think Delano may have been
involved in a murder last night.

Uh... Will you excuse me?

Excuse me.

I wondered why such a lovely lady
was standing here looking so abandoned.

Well, I'm only temporarily
abandoned. I'm with someone.

If I were that someone, I wouldn't
leave you alone for a moment.

- Ha, well...
- I'm James Delano.

It's nice to meet you.

- And you?
- Me?

What's your name?

Oh, I'm, uh, um,
Victoria Greenwich.

Well, it's nice to meet you.

- Is Delano in financial trouble?
- He's borrowed to the hilt.

The banks are threatening
to call in his loans.

Quickie Chickie is losing
a fortune in the States.

He's counting on the
German deal to bail him.

- What's Hollander's involvement?
- He set up the deal with the East Germans.

He's been living at Delano's
house for over a month.

All right, we're
interested. I'll get in touch.

If anybody finds out
that I spoke to you...

Trust us, Mr. Singer. We know a
thing or two about keeping a secret.

- What name did you give him?
- Victoria Greenwich.

- What?
- Victoria Greenwich.

She's the heroine of a
novel that I'm reading.

She's an English noblewoman...

and she lives in a castle and her
husband is awaiting execution...

Wait till you hear this.

She's some English noblewoman
whose husband is locked in a tower...

- I'm impressed.
- You are?

Amanda's thinking on her
feet. The woman has instincts.

- Did she give him a phone number?
- She made one up.

Did you arrange for it
to ring at her house?

Yeah, but, Billy, I don't
think that we should...

What about Singer? Is
his information reliable?

I don't know. He's pretty shaky.

He heard a struggle
in the study, so he hid.

He thinks he saw them
carry our man's body outside.

- Yeah, sorry to hear about Saito.
- He was a good man.

We know the East Germans are
shopping for hard intelligence...

on Pershing missile
sites in Europe.

Their man is, uh,
Hollander. What else?

Hollander picks James Delano
as the perfect intermediary.

He needs cash badly, he has
heavyweight Washington contacts...

some of whom may have access
to Pershing missile intelligence.

- What's the quid pro quo?
- Latin, Billy. I'm impressed.

- At 1:00 in the morning, you should be.
- Heh.

I need to know who Delano's
giving the East Germans.

If we could get inside that house
and make a sweep, we might find out.

- Which brings us to Amanda.
- Yeah.

Billy, she couldn't
sweep the kitchen floor.

You did say that Delano
was quite attracted to her.

- He took the number she gave him.
- Yes.

So he calls her
up, invites her out...

which gives us a little time to get in
there with a team and check things out.

Now, we'll put a mike on Amanda,
we'll know where he is all the time.

- She'll be in no danger.
- Billy...

James Delano is a man with money,
contacts, women on every continent.

Beautiful, exotic,
mysterious women.

You think he's gonna be
fascinated by a wholesome mom...

with a mortgage
and a station wagon?

Who knows? Maybe he finds
Amanda exotic and mysterious.

Think about it.

Amanda.

Exotic. Mysterious.

- Well, good morning.
- Good morning.

- How was the party?
- Oh, it was just wonderful.

- How's Chuck?
- Who?

Chuck. Unpredictable Chuck?

- Chuck?
- Chuck.

- Chuck.
- Chuck.

Oh. Oh, just fine.

Hello.

Who?

Victoria Greenwich?

- I'm sorry...
- Mother, Mother...

it's for me.

Hello? Ah, uh, yes, this is she.

Well, hello,
Mr. Delano it's, uh...

It's nice to talk to you too.

What did he say?

Well, he told me how much he
enjoyed meeting me last night and...

What did you say?

It was hard to talk, my
mother was in the room...

but I told her that
Victoria Greenwich...

was the name of a character
in a play that I tried out for...

- No, what did you say to him?
- I told him I didn't know.

You didn't know what?

Whether or not I could go
to dinner with him tonight.

- He invited you to dinner?
- Doesn't surprise me.

The thing is...

the Bombers have an important game
with the Silver Springs Swordfish tonight.

Their morale is low. I'm
afraid if I'm not there...

You didn't tell him about
the Little Leaguers, did you?

Oh, no, sir. Oh, no. I knew
that Victoria Greenwich...

shouldn't be the manager of
a Little League baseball team.

All right. Let's get moving.

- We'll make a sweep and a scenario.
- Oh, uh, yes, sir.

Now, I understand what a sweep
is, but I don't know what a scenario is.

The life story of
Victoria Greenwich.

Uh, Mr. Melrose...

Victoria Greenwich is the heroine
of a romantic novel that I'm reading.

- She doesn't...
- Not when we get done with her.

- It's gorgeous.
- This is where Victoria Greenwich lives.

Well, she has the prettiest
house on the whole block.

Yeah, that's not all she has.

Come on.

This is terrific. Would you look at
that chandelier? That is beautiful.

And the moldings, I think
this is all original moldings.

It's French provincial, isn't
it? It's my favorite. I love it.

Here's your help.

Frederic, your butler,
and Mary, your maid.

A pleasure, Miss Greenwich.

Hello, it's nice to
meet you too. Yes.

Let me show you the upstairs.

- Do they know?
- They're agents.

Oh.

- So the agency set all this up, huh?
- Yeah, it's fairly routine.

It's called writing
a scenario...

- or game-playing.
- Mm-hm.

The scenario boys compile all the
data we have on James Delano...

particularly his taste in women.

Victoria Greenwich becomes a composite
of all the women he's been involved with...

and believe me, there
have been quite a few.

It's all done with computers.

- Heh. Well, who picked these out?
- The computer did.

- Delano's favorite colors and designer.
- Hmm.

Did the computer also
decide on the house?

Mm-hm. Delano's
favorite architect and decor.

Quite some computer.

The, uh, computer also suggests
that you wear your hair up.

Why don't you let the computer put the
dress on and go out with him tonight too?

All the information you
need is here in this dossier.

- Now, you have a lot of homework to do.
- Mm-hm.

I'll just hit the highlights.

All right.

Victoria Greenwich was
born of American parents...

in the diplomatic
service in Milan.

She was educated in a Swiss boarding
school and at Mount Holyoke she...

- Are you listening to me?
- Mm-hm.

She met Peter Greenwich, a
British viscount, and later married him.

Lord Greenwich's private
plane went down in Afghanistan...

where he was on
an archaeological dig.

I divide my time between the house
in Portofino and the chalet in Gstaad.

Peter's plane went down
in Afghanistan, you know.

Since then, it's been
more and more difficult...

to spend time in the house in
Portofino. Memories, you know.

We're picking up
some dress rustle.

Did you explain to her
how to pin the brooch?

Three times.

So I've been traveling.
Drifting, really.

- Just trying not to mope.
- Yes, of course.

It must be very
difficult for you.

It was difficult at first. I...

I'd see Peter's face in
the boathouse in Greece...

or the townhouse in Rome...

or in Paris at the consulate
where my father works.

The boathouse is in Spain, the townhouse
is in London, the consulate is in Milan.

To whomever was responsible
for bringing you last night.

Well, it wasn't
really anyone who...

You know...

Never mind. I don't wanna
know. I'm just glad you were there.

Why haven't we met before?

Can you believe him? I had
a better line in high school.

- Well, you know how it is.
- No. Tell us.

You travel a lot, you
meet all sorts of people...

but you never really meet the
ones you wanna meet, you know?

Do you believe in reincarnation?

Maybe we met
in another lifetime.

You see, sometimes I think...

that maybe I really lived once
before during the War of the Roses.

And I was a countess who lived in a
huge, beautiful castle with acres of land.

What is she talking about?

And my husband, the count, was
imprisoned in the Tower of London...

and then one night, it
was a dark, stormy night...

his enemies came
and they took me away.

So when they brought
me to the gallows...

I just looked at the executioner
and smiled serenely...

because I knew I
wasn't going to die.

I'm so glad you didn't.

Victoria Greenwich, where
have you been all my life?

Which life?

That's a lovely brooch.

- May I see it?
- No. Oh.

- What was that?
- She dropped it.

Uh...

- How clumsy of me.
- No, it was my...

- Uh, if you'll excuse me, I'll just...
- Yes, of course.

To the ladies' room. Fast.

Well, you could at least
give me equipment that works.

- Who told you to drop it?
- I didn't drop it.

He tried to look at it
and it fell on the table.

Spend more time paying attention
to what you're supposed to do.

What is it I'm
supposed to be doing?

- I'm running out of things to say.
- It didn't sound like that.

Look, all you have to do is keep him
mildly distracted while we sweep his house.

By the way, you're not falling
for that guy's line, are you?

What line?

Look, you may
think Jim's no good...

but I think he's charming
and I think he's sincere.

- Jim?
- Yeah.

Have you any idea how many
women Jim has been sincere with?

- I don't believe it.
- Dozens.

- No, you.
- What about me?

- You're sounding like a jealous person.
- I am not j...

You have no right to
act like a jealous person.

Here. Look. You just take this
little thing, get it out of my life.

Go back in your truck...

do whatever you're doing
and don't eavesdrop on me.

Wait a minute.
Just one... Amanda.

This isn't the kitchen. I've been
duped. I demand to see the chef.

Excuse me, please.

Is this where the lovely lady about
town invites her escort in for a nightcap?

Well, I'd love to, but I have to
get up awfully early in the morning.

I have a million things to do.

- Will I see you Saturday night then?
- I don't know.

I'll be very disappointed
if you can't come.

Here's my card.

Eight o'clock.

Until then.

Good night.

Thank you.

No, no, that's all right,
I can see myself up.

- Good night.
- I had a lovely time, thank you.

Good night.

- Hello.
- I trust madam had a pleasant evening?

Yes, thank you very much.

- I'll just catch the jewelry.
- You don't have to wait on me.

- I know that you're not...
- Who's waiting?

This stuff's worth a
150 thousand smackers.

- It goes right back into storage.
- Oh, I see.

Earrings. Yes.
Sure. I know. I see.

Here you are. Bracelets.
MARY: Bracelets.

- Okay, and brooch.
- Oh, the brooch. Ha, ha.

I didn't forget the brooch.

- Just sign the receipt, would you?
- Yes, sure.

- Thank you.
- It's way after midnight, Cinderella.

What are you doing here?

Someone ripped off her
microphone in the ladies' room.

- That left me with a lot of time to kill.
- Listen.

I have to go home. I
should change clothes.

Aren't you going to tell
me about your evening?

Well, there's nothing to tell.

I did what your computer
wanted me to do.

It's time for me to slip into a phone
booth and turn back into Amanda King.

Amanda, we went to a lot
of trouble to set this thing up.

We scrambled the TV signal...

we had Singer tell his servants our
people were there to fix the reception.

Um...

- What did they find out?
- Unfortunately not much.

Went through Hollander's things, we
found a few deutsche marks, a passport...

a return airline ticket to Munich
with a connecting flight to Berlin...

- Wait a minute.
- Hmm.

- Who's Hollander?
- He's working with Delano.

The ticket's for Sunday.

They'll be making their
move between now and then.

Now, what were you
saying about your evening?

I wasn't going to say
anything at all about it.

A Mr. Singer, telephone for
you at the agency, Scarecrow.

- They're patching it through this phone.
- Thank you.

- Would you hold this, please?
- Yeah, sure.

Yes, Harry.

There's nothing much in the safe,
Mr. Stetson, just overdue bank notes.

All right. I want you
to think carefully now.

Is there anything significant
or out of the ordinary...

with Delano's plans
between Sunday and now?

Har...? Harry?

Must be on hold.

Come in.

Has Mr. Delano
come back yet, Harry?

All right, I'll wait for him
in the living room, huh?

Oh, by the way, the opera tickets
were wonderful. Thank you very much.

The seats were wonderful, but the
performance was a little indifferent.

- Thank you.
- Anytime.

That was Hollander. He's back.

Uh, only thing that I
can think of is the party.

What party?

He's having a party for
East German ambassador...

here Saturday night.

A lot of really top government
and military officials. Black tie.

- Can you get a hold of the guest list?
- I think so.

You get it.

Meet me at 7:00 tomorrow...

in front of the War
Memorial at Rock Creek Park.

Harry.

Harry, get out of here.

- I wish you'd gotten that list.
- Oh, I'm sorry, Billy.

By the time I got to Harry, he
was dead and the list was gone.

He did say a lot of
dignitaries were coming.

The cream of Washington society.

Except that one of these
distinguished people is a traitor.

Hmm.

The setup's not bad.

If you're an important person...

you've got something
hot to pass...

the best place to do it's in a
room full of other important people.

- We've got to get you in there somehow.
- They know Harry was talking to us.

Uh-oh.

- I know that look.
- All she's to do is open the door for you.

- She can't even keep a wire on right.
- She doesn't need a wire.

Didn't you tell me that Delano
was quite taken with her?

Well, surely she can use her
charm to get herself invited.

Charm?

- Be careful, please.
- Sorry, Mr. Delano.

Isn't it a little bit early to be
so short-tempered, James?

Here. Have your poached egg.

Leave me, Franco.

Don't go nibbling your nails.

Why undo Franco's
fine work? Hmm?

- You didn't have to kill Singer.
- The man betrayed you, Mr. Delano.

The man was in my employ.

I reserve the right to dismiss
my employees as I see fit.

And that rarely
includes homicide.

He should have
kept his mouth shut.

He was planning to give the guest list
for the party to some American agents.

We'll call it off.

- We'll call the whole deal off.
- It's a little too late for that.

Who do you think you are?

I don't take orders from you.

Mr. Delano, may I remind you...

that you and your company
were headed for financial disaster?

You need us.

It's not worth Harry's life.

How about yours?

Are you threatening me?

No, of course not.

Here. Feel free to
go to the police. Here.

Call them, go ahead.

Tell them about Harry
and your American agent.

About how you arranged
the exclusive selling rights...

of that plastic chicken
of yours in East Germany.

Tell them all. Go
ahead. Spill your guts.

Soak your cuticles, James.

It really does help.

I'm sorry I'm late, I
had to take the boys...

Little League game?

No. PTA. We're
organizing a cake sale.

- Ah, about last night, I lost my head...
- Oh, I'm sorry, I really...

Amanda, trust me.

James Delano is no
one to get involved with.

Oh, I'm not getting
involved with James Delano.

It's just that I've never
known anyone like him before.

And I've never been anyone like
Victoria Greenwich before, you know?

It's just kind of like a fantasy you
have when you're a kid, you understand.

Yeah, you know what happens to
some of those fantasies, don't you?

You grow up and you find
out how lousy things really are.

I used to have fantasies
about secret agents.

What do you want me to do?

We want you to continue your
relationship with James Delano.

Yeah, all right, well... What?

We're convinced...

that he's about to be passed
some sensitive information.

I have a feeling this is the part
where the fantasy gets lousy?

It shouldn't be dangerous if
you do exactly what you're told.

First, we want you
to get yourself invited

to a party that he's
giving Saturday night.

- Is that all?
- It may not be that easy.

He may not call you again...

though he did seem
quite taken with you.

Now, if he doesn't call in a day
or two, you'll have to call him.

You say something about Saturday,
ask him if he has any plans...

sort of put him in a position
where he has to invite you...

because you'll find
out about the party.

So then we'll work
out a scenario and...

Amanda, this is a
very delicate situation.

No problem.

- He invited me last night.
- What?

Now, what do you want me to do?

Circulate, stay out of trouble.

Try not to call unnecessary
attention to yourself.

- No cha-cha, huh?
- Heh. No cha-cha.

Now, after the
party's in full swing...

go to the study, flick the lights
three times, open the French doors...

then go back to the party.

- That's all?
- That's all.

- What's gonna happen to him?
- I don't know.

Amanda, in this kind of work...

you have to keep your
feelings separate from your job.

Yes, I'm learning that.

Remember what I
said about fantasies?

- Thank you.
- Hey.

You look fabulous.

Hello.

- Your name?
- Miss Greenwich.

- Your coat, madam.
- Thank you, madam.

Uh, would you excuse me?

- Hello.
- I'm so glad you could come.

Thank you.

Would you like some champagne?

- What a lovely home.
- Thank you.

Thank you, it's a pleasure
to meet you, Mr. Hollander.

Tell me, Miss Greenwich,
where are you from?

Oh, uh, here and
there, I travel quite a bit.

- Do you know Europe?
- Miss Greenwich has a house in Rome...

- and a ski chalet in Gstaad.
- Nice place, Gstaad.

Unfortunately the skiing was very
disappointing this year, was it not?

Oh, yes, very.

Excuse us. Uh, I'd like to show Miss
Greenwich the view from the terrace.

Of course.

It's really beautiful.

So are you.

Excuse me, ma'am.
May I help you?

Yes, could you, uh...? Could you
tell me where the powder room is?

Oh, thank you.

This way here, come in, please.

Hollander, this
will be fine in here.

Let's just get this
thing over with.

I believe the figure agreed
upon, Mr. Commoran, is $200,000.

That's right.

Well, we're certainly very anxious
to see what we are purchasing.

Yes. Uh, yes, and
get the lights, please.

Quite remarkable. Almost
as good as being there.

Mr. Commoran, continue.

You're looking at Pershing
missiles. Approximately two dozen.

I've circled the white mounds...

which there on the
ground look like haystacks.

The other circles are around farmhouses,
which look quite innocent on the ground.

All of these structures
house missiles.

The orientation of
which is south-southwest.

These other photographs
are pages from a secret study...

demonstrating the
vulnerability of the system.

I think we've seen
enough. Lights, please.

The money, Mr. Delano.

It's all there, Mr. Commoran.

Though I shouldn't
count it now if I were you.

Shall we rejoin the party?

Good evening.

Is there something wrong
with the lights, Miss Greenwich?

Not that I know of. If you'll
excuse me, I think I'll just...

Will you come with me? Please?

Please, this way.

Checkmate.

Now, Miss Greenwich,
who are you working for?

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

My dear, who do you
think we are, children?

Your story, of course,
was preposterous.

- What story?
- Gstaad.

If you really were
there this winter...

you will know that skiing was
the best it's been for 20 years.

Now, what is your real name?

Victoria Greenwich.

I do dislike hitting women.

Perhaps this will make
you remember who you are?

Would you believe me if I told
you that I was just a suburban lady...

with two small boys, a station wagon and a
Little League team on a bad losing streak?

Mm-mm.

In that case, I'll scream.

Nobody will hear you, because
of the music. Oh, it's lovely, isn't it?

All right, what's
in the injection?

You tell me what's in the injection or
I'll blow your brains all over this room.

Be my guest.

And you know I won't talk.

We're both in the same business.

All right, what did he give her?

You tell me, because you
know she doesn't deserve this.

I'm sorry. I'm
really very sorry.

Damn it, man,
don't you apologize!

If anything happens to her...

I swear to you, you'll do your time in
a wheelchair. Now, you talk to me fast.

It was muscarine. Ten cc's.

She's stabilized,
Mr. Stetson. She'll be all right.

I, uh...

I guess this one
got a little rough.

I'm sorry.

You did a hell of a
job. You really did.

You might even make a
decent agent someday.

Thank you.

You're awake?

Oh, porter, please wake
me when we get to Portofino.

Thank you.

And tonight, Mrs. Roston...

you are about to meet
the mother you once had...

but never knew it.

Because...

this is your lucky day.

Hi. LEE: Hi.

You're getting awful good at
knocking on my kitchen window.

Yeah.

- Uh, am I interrupting anything?
- Supper dishes.

Victoria Greenwich may not do
dishes, but Amanda King has a sink full.

Yeah.

- You're going to miss her, aren't you?
- Oh, well, sure. A little bit.

So, what are you doing in
my garden at 7:30 at night?

Um, just checking.

- I wanted to see if you were all right.
- I'm... I'm fine, yeah.

Listen, you know, there's something been
bothering me all day long and I just...

Now, I know that they give you, um,
sedatives and things in that ambulance...

um, I just wondered if, uh...

- did you say something nice to me?
- Like what?

I was dreaming.

- Sedatives does things to your mind.
- Yeah.

I better go back inside and
help Jamie with his fractions.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Right.
- Okay.

- Uh, I'll just let myself out.
- Oh, all right. Bye.

- See you around.
- Hmm. Okay.

- Oh, Lee?
- Yeah.

- How did you get me out of there?
- I carried you.

Carried me.