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Hurry. They're coming.

Burn the papers.

The code, Viktor.

Quickly. First the
code, then the cables.

They must not be found.

- You're armed?
- I am, Viktor.

Then you know what to do.

Come.

All right.

Ronnie, take the
garage and elevator.

Francine, stairwell.
Come on, Davey.

- Scarecrow, Nightlight?
- Scarecrow.

- Stairwell secured.
- Check.

- Go, are you reading?
- Go here, Scarecrow.

- Garage secure.
- Check.

Scarecrow and
Nightlight moving in.

You have any idea how to
say "freeze" in Bulgarian?

Not a clue.

One... two, three.

All right. Hold it!

That's the wrong guy, Davey.

That's not Viktor.

All I'm saying is, it's not
the total end of the world.

A busted play, it happens.

It's more than that,
Ronnie. We know it.

- Yeah, it happens, Ronnie.
- Not three times.

Not in our section.

The weather for the D.C.
area is generally pretty nice.

We may have some
snow later on in the week.

Coming in from the
Great Lakes area.

On a serious note,
the budget was...

Scarecrow, this is Blue Leader.

You may respond. We're on a
secure frequency, Scarecrow.

What happened
to Viktor Ignatiev?

I gather from your silence that the
mission was once again a failure.

Uh, yes, sir, uh...
Ahem. He was...

He was gone.

Scarecrow, again,
for the third time...

a man comes in and out
of this country illegally.

Seemingly at will.

The first time we missed him, he
was leaving with the Godiva papers.

And then, last year, when he got by
us again, it was with the Danzig formula.

The man is a peril
to national security.

You realize that he gives his best
information directly to the Politburo.

Yes, sir, yes, sir,
I know that, but...

But nailing him...

is trying to catch a
handful of smoke.

Scarecrow, what we have
here is not a series of accidents.

We have a traitor, a mole.

We must find that person.

More specifically, you
must find that person.

Pardon me, sir, but I think
short-circuiting Billy Melrose would be...

Let me make it clear.

Everyone in Field
Section is suspect.

Scarecrow, you are the only
one who was not a party...

to the two former
attempts to stop Viktor.

In the Mideast in
'81, Norway in '83.

Blue Leader, excuse me,
but I don't think I am your man.

Internal investigation's
just not my thing.

It is precisely your thing.

You're the leader
of a failed mission.

I expect you to redeem
yourself. Blue Leader out.

This is Crazy Larry, out here
in the Washington, D.C. area...

So you say Billy was a
little ticked this morning.

I was not ducking that meeting.

I had all those cables from
Cuba station to get up to Crypto.

Yeah, right, and I'm Pope Leo.

Look, I have really had it with
this whole Bulgarian number, okay?

Now, the next guy
that mentions Viktor...

or what Billy said is gonna be
wearing this bowl of chili, you got it?

Hey, your way, babe.

You're right. I'm leaving.

Watch my feet, see?

Definite movement here.

Get out of here.

Hello.

I've been calling the
agency, trying to find you.

Finally, Mr. Melrose suggested
that you might be here.

- What?
- I've got the film.

- The film?
- Yes.

Remember when you had
to do that surveillance job...

it was such a rushed-up thing...

and you asked if you could
borrow my station wagon...

because your car was so conspicuous?
Well, you left your film in it.

Philip found it.

He was playing with
it, but lucky for us...

Mother saw him before school...

and she asked him
what he was doing, so...

- Here it is.
- Amanda. Ahem.

This film...

This film is a roll of test stuff
that I ran through the camera...

to see if the take-up roll was
working okay after they fixed it.

- Oh.
- Uh-huh.

Now, no prompting.

It was Paris, spring
of '81, or Athens,

'82. You were wearing
your bright red dress.

I guess it was just last
week at the plain, old agency.

You were standing next
to plain, old Lee Stetson.

- Heh, plain, old Lee.
- Mrs. King, I do believe.

David Benson,
your eternal servant.

You have a very good memory.

- No, just great taste.
- No, just great taste.

Uh, Davey, isn't your
ice melting over there?

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know
you two had anything personal...

Hold it, there's nothing personal
between Amanda and me.

That's right, it's, uh,
business, just business.

Right. It's just business.

All right. Since I don't
wanna rush things...

what do you say to lunch? We
can talk about dinner. Ha, ha.

Just hold it. I don't think any of us
should be making any plans, not just now.

You're talking about the Viktor thing.
You wanna hear my slant on Viktor?

Hold it. Amanda is not involved.

Excuse me, what does that mean?

- There's gonna be an internal...
- Excuse me.

I don't mean to be prying...

Someone near and dear to us...

is gonna draw the short
straw and the duty. Informer.

It's gotta be the crumb
job of all time, right?

Right.

Real crumb job. Heh.

Shall we?

What we should be concerned about
is that everything that Viktor learns...

- is pipelined right to Moscow.
- We know, Billy.

What can we say after
we said we're sorry?

- We're as shook up as you are.
- Well...

You're about to be a
little more shook up.

I want reports on
the Viktor operation.

I don't mean the kind of
garbage that you people hand in...

that are supposed to
pass for expense vouchers.

I mean "report" report.

Oh, no.

And I want them all the way back
to '81, and I want them complete.

Neatness and originality
to count for 50 percent?

Stow it, Benson.

I've got a slot open in
Finland next December.

Keep that in mind in case you
get a good deal on snow tires.

I want them typed so that I can
read them and I want them fast.

You have till next Friday.

Mr. Melrose.

I don't think I need remind you
that I have nine days, six hours...

and, uh, 20 minutes remaining
on my service to this agency.

Not to speak of which I haven't been asked
to leave my desk for the past six months.

Do I consider myself
exempt from your little essay?

No exemptions, Humbug.

Oh, well, now, fine. Fine, fine.

Mine may be a bit
long and rambling.

Uh, senility does
that, you know...

but it will nevertheless be a sharp and
penetrating look on the whole business.

A view from behind
the desk, so to speak.

Toward the water
cooler, the men's room.

Swell.

That's right, just
keep up the laughing.

Because that's what the East
Bloc countries are doing right now.

At you.

Hang in a moment.

Scarecrow, I am particularly
interested in your report.

Uh, you're new on this one.

Maybe you'll have a
different slant on this one.

It could be important.

To tell the truth, I'm about this far
from a phone call from Blue Leader...

and we both know how
heavy that can be, don't we?

Oh.

- Blue Leader?
- Never mind, forget it.

Since when does a top
man talk to field agents?

You heard me tell the others they've
got till Friday to get their reports in.

I want yours by Wednesday.

- Wednesday?
- You got it.

Come on, Billy.

And since I've seen your typing, I
think you need to look for some help.

And not from the steno pool.

We need someone with a
grade-10 security certification.

Oh, sure, and a small miracle.

So happens I might
have one for you.

How's 90 words a minute and
security clearance, for openers?

Billy suggested you.

You do type 90 words a minute?
- Yes.

Ninety words a minute, if
you don't count mistakes.

- Billy's idea, huh?
- Billy's idea, all the way.

Well, that's just fine. Just
please thank him for me.

I will do.

Boy, this guy looks like he came
in second in a Godzilla movie.

Yeah, or they had a very poor
school lunch program in those days.

Oh, there's an
interesting one over here.

- Uh... AMANDA:
Now, look at this.

The saber-toothed tiger probably
ambushed larger, slower animals...

Amanda.

Such as ground sloths...

Amanda, let's skip the tour, huh?
There's something I wanna talk about.

Oh, you don't like the
saber-toothed tiger either, huh?

To tell you the truth, not
at all. I'm not into overbite.

- That's not why I brought you here.
- No. Not for the dinosaurs either.

No, not the dinosaurs either.

It's a mole. Amanda,
it looks like...

No, wait. I know
what a mole looks like.

We had one in our
garden. It ate the carrots.

- Amanda...
- I understand.

- It ate the carrots from underground.
- I don't think you do.

All the leafy stalks stood up and
everything looked healthy and pretty.

But when you tried to pick a carrot,
you could grab the stalk, pull it up...

- there was no carrot on the bottom...
- Whoa, Amanda.

It's another kind
of mole, all right?

- All right.
- This kind is a traitor.

- Oh.
- Yes.

Someone who's working
from inside, a spy in the agency.

That's a lot worse.

- Yeah, a lot.
- Yeah.

Someone's been tipping off this
Bulgarian agent named Viktor...

every time we're about
to drop the net on him.

So my boss, Blue Leader, has dropped
the whole investigation into my lap.

Ooh.

That's a lot of responsibility.

He must have a great
deal of confidence in you.

Oh, ho. Yeah,
it's a great honor.

So since I'm going to be digging into
the lives of everyone in the field unit...

I need someone that I can
absolutely trust to help me.

- Do you mean me?
- Mm-hm. I mean you.

- Oh, it was Billy's idea.
- Nope.

- No?
- Mine.

- Yours?
- Mm-hm.

Oh, ha, well.

Look. You are the only
one outside of the agency...

that has a grade-10
security clearance.

Oh.

These, um, other agents.

- Aren't they friends of yours?
- Ha, ha.

Until they find out we're digging
into their bank statements...

their income-tax filings, doctors'
reports, all sorts of that good stuff.

Is this the crumb job you
and David were talking about?

Yeah.

Look, we can't tell
anybody about this.

- Why not?
- Everyone is suspect.

- Even Mr. Melrose?
- For one, yeah.

Oh.

He's been using that
payphone around the corner.

A lot of outside
calls to somebody.

Francine's been skipping
meetings and acting weird...

and Humbug's a
very, very bitter man.

- And David Benson's a suspect.
- You got it.

I have a date with
a suspect. Ugh.

How am I gonna get out of it?

- Well, you, uh, sure you want to?
- What?

I thought you bought
that line of his all the way.

You thought what?

Was it Paris in the
springtime, or was it Athens?

- You were wearing red.
- Oh, really.

All that stuff that
women go for.

"Go for"? He asked me to lunch.

It was a simple lunch invitation,
that's all. You're making it sound...

Hey, you wanna
go out with a guy...

that's got more scalps on his
belt than Geronimo, be my guest.

If you didn't want me to go, all you
had to do was say, "No, don't go."

Sure, and sound like I was j...

- Look, Amanda.
- Hmm?

Heh. What I am trying to say is we're
not, you know, emotionally involved.

- I know that.
- Or anything like that.

Well, of course not.

I think I should go out with him. I
should use it as a fact-finding survey.

I mean... I really think I can probably
find out much more about him...

by talking to him than
looking at his bank statements.

I suppose.

So, what should I do?

Heh, it's your
own personal time.

Is it a yes or a no?

- Ugh, yeah. Well...
- Yeah, well, I think I will.

- All right.
- I'm going on a date with David Benson.

- Terrific.
- Mm-hm.

- Yeah. Right.
- Heh, terrific.

- Good, I'm happy.
- Fine.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Good.

But it was your decision.

Oh, that's gorgeous.

- Is it new?
- About six months.

Just after the divorce.

Any sooner, it would
now be parked outside...

221 Orchard Street,
Apartment 2, Arlington, Virginia.

Ah.

Leave us not cry over spilled
marriage. What food would you like?

Polynesian? French?
Italian, Afghan, Swedish?

You don't have some
place already picked out?

I thought you did when you told
me that I should dress for dinner.

No. Leave us not
consider expense...

for expense is no trouble
to the truly creative.

All right.

- Are you in?
- Yes.

Or the lemon soufflé,
or chocolate mousse?

- I can recommend the baked Alaska.
- No. Ha, ha.

Or get Marcel to whip
up some crêpes if you like.

No, ha, ha, thank you.

Good evening.

- Après-vous, mademoiselle.
- Thank you.

- Did you recognize the senator?
- Senator, where?

You just passed him.

- Oh, the man that smiled at you?
- Oh, you smile, they smile back.

- Everybody thinks you belong.
- Ha, ha.

- Sure you don't want some dessert?
- I couldn't.

- Good evening. Evening. Lovely party.
- Thank you.

- Why don't we have a drink?
- All right, ha, ha.

Not used to the fast track, huh?

Well, not this fast. I mean,
I'm more the, uh, PTA, lunch...

and potluck-at-the-church
type. I warned you.

Yeah, you warned me,
Amanda, but it was a little late.

I was already, uh, zapped.

- Zapped?
- Zapped.

Well, uh, ha, ha, what did you
mean when you said you just smile...

and then everybody
thinks you belong?

Don't you belong?

- Me?
- Mm-hm.

Amanda, I'm an agency type.

We don't get invited
to these things.

What I do is I check with the
caterers. I know most of them.

Find out where the
parties are going...

who's hosting, then I pick one.

- And it works?
- Always.

- Do you do this every night?
- Ha. No.

A couple of nights a week, I'll
get something at the Steak o'Bob.

Or I'll put a TV dinner
in the microwave.

What an agent pulls
down in salary per month...

you kind of learn
to live on the cheap.

There. You know all my secrets.
I hope I haven't blown my image.

Hmm. No. Really,
no, you haven't. Heh.

So I want it stopped.

There are enough rumors going
on around here as it is, without...

- Without...
- Without adding grist to the mill.

Without adding
grist to the mill.

Now, nobody is being
transferred, nobody is being fired...

and as far as I know,
nobody is being investigated.

So let's just stop this...

- This...
- Paranoia.

Right. Paranoia.

Okay.

Let's get back to those reports.

- Hello, sir.
- Are you doing, uh, Scarecrow's report?

- Uh, well, you could...
- Good.

- On my desk, 5:00.
- Yes, sir.

- Oh, my typing?
- Uh, yes.

Don't act so mysterious.

I'm trying not to, but
I feel a little funny.

Mr. Melrose is the head of Field
Section, and he asked me a direct question.

- Although I didn't really lie to him...
- What are these?

The bank statements
you asked me to check.

- I feel strange about all this...
- What bank statements?

Um, the man you called "Go."

- Quan, Ronnie Quan.
- Right.

- Forty thousand...
- Shh.

That's one deposit.

I've gotta get to
Ronnie right away.

Please don't turn
around, Mr. Quan.

You the guy who phoned with
the tip on the Bulgarian thing?

Even better.

What the hell was Ronnie
doing at a riding arena?

I mean, what got him
there, who called him?

It had to be Viktor.

I'm telling you, it had to be.

But why did Ronnie go alone?
I mean, that's basic, isn't it?

You learn that rule your
first week on service.

- And break it regularly thereafter.
- It had to be somebody he trusted.

Go wouldn't have put himself out
on a limb unless he trusted the guy.

Or girl, uh...

Present company
excepted, of course.

Why?

I mean, you haven't been
around that much lately, Francine.

- What's a fella to think?
- You think I did it?

- You actually think I killed Ronnie Quan?
- No.

He didn't mean it, Francine.

Well, he said it. You don't say
something unless you mean it.

I gotta split, Lee.
This hit pretty close.

Go was my partner and
it could have been me.

Let's stop taking shots at each
other, okay? I'm sorry, Francine.

Lee, the rest of us feel
the same way you do.

- Yeah. BENSON:
We'll get Viktor.

I know we will.

Good night, Reilly.

I really was busy when
Billy had those meetings.

They dropped a whole load of
cable traffic on me for the Rio station.

Why don't you go home
and get some rest, huh?

Oh, yeah, sure. Lots of luck.

See you two tomorrow.

Uh, him you'll see tomorrow.

The government would like you
to know that among the aged...

there are no guarantees.

This retirement thing is
really getting to you, isn't it?

Compulsory retirement.

Ranks right up there
with compulsory suicide.

Lee, how did your meeting
go with Blue Leader?

- What?
- Son, I've been in intelligence...

for over 40 years.
I've seen moles before.

Oh, hell, I've
caught moles before.

I know the drill.

Uh, I watched you when Francine
mentioned, uh, "cable traffic" and "Rio."

Unless my memory's
fading entirely...

the excuse she trotted
around the shop...

about her mysterious
absence had to do with...

- Cuba station. Not Rio.
- Yeah.

- You caught that.
- Oh, yeah, of course, of course.

I'm going on 65.

Not 105.

Oh, you would be
Blue Leader's boy.

Who else in this outfit is absolutely
clean about the Viktor business?

Blue Leader mention me, did he?

- Walter, I've got things to do.
- I'm not finished talking yet.

It's the booze talking, Walter.

Now, wait a minute. I trained
you, Lee. I taught you the business.

You owe me an answer.

- Walter, you taught me.
- Right.

You taught me pretty good.

And if I were working for Blue Leader,
how do you think you'd come out, huh?

- I don't know.
- You're a pretty hot prospect.

Uh-huh.

The top candidate for an
approach by an East Bloc country.

Uh-huh.

You're mad and don't
care who knows it.

- No.
- Your code name is Humbug...

and believe me,
you've earned it. Heh.

- You've done nothing but grouse and gripe.
- Right.

The thing that is burning you
is that now you'll be home...

growing your roses
and reading the news...

not making the news anymore.

Why wouldn't Blue Leader have
you with the contenders for mole?

- Will I get to answer that?
- No, no, I'm gonna answer that.

He wouldn't figure it
because old Humbug...

the griping gardener,
has one favorite flower.

- What's that?
- The American Beauty rose.

Walter, you are a
patriot, simple as that.

If you have taught me one
thing, it's loyalty to this agency.

Sorry, Humbug.

As a mole, you
just wouldn't cut it.

Think you're pretty smart,
don't you, Scarecrow?

Oh, I taught him too damn well.

Head down, you see?

And then you keep
your left arm real straight.

Mother, I'm not really sure, but I
think that you're talking about golf.

You know, with the...

Oh, maybe so.

Let me think now.

- They have a coach, Grandma.
- Oh, they do?

Well, then just mind
your coach, sweetie.

Okay. Hey, I gotta
go. See you, bye.

Good luck, sweetheart.

Get them.

I'll go check the mothers' bake
booth and see if they can use a hand.

Hurry up. Philip bats cleanup.

Cleanup. They have you batting
according to cleanliness and neatness.

- That's nice.
- Yeah.

Save me a seat in the bleachers.

My phone?

There's nothing wrong
with my phone, why?

I happened to see you
downstairs when I came in...

and you were on
a payphone and...

Phew, agents.

Does everything have
to have some meaning?

Listen, you wanna
know the truth?

I was talking to a buddy
who's well connected upstairs.

Now, he's trying
to find out for me...

if there's gonna be an
internal on this Viktor thing.

You want something, Francine?

You were saying something
about me, weren't you?

- You?
- Oh, come on, please don't lie to me.

I know the talk, I
hear the whispers.

- Francine, you...
- Nobody has to draw me any pictures.

You don't trust me.

We weren't talking about you.

Why don't you just be man enough,
just come on out and admit it?

Admit it.

All right, I am a suspect.

I'm a suspect.

Oh.

Okay, I'm going home now, all right?
Because I hate this in public, I hate this.

And, Lee, you have a phone call.

Oh.

It's weird.

And it's getting
weirder and weirder.

Go take your phone call.

Hi, Mrs. Scott. Why don't you go
let me take over for a few minutes?

- Hi.
- Hi.

I wasn't sure whether you wanted me to
keep on, after what happened to Ronnie.

I want you to keep
on. That's why I came.

- Okay, good.
- Ahem.

Would you mind putting this on?

- This is a baseball cap.
- Yes, I know.

Most of the Bomber
fathers wear them.

Bomber's fathers?

No. Amanda, I am sorry, I pass.

I am not, nor do I ever
intend to be a Bomber father.

Do you think you could
loosen your tie a little bit?

- You look a little stuffy.
- My tie?

I'll tell you, you need
something to eat.

So why don't you
try a nice brownie?

Mrs. Scott makes them.
Seventy-five cents, please.

Is this why you brought
me out here, huh?

To have me chip my tooth on
one of Mrs. Scott's brownies?

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

I don't want you to think
that I don't trust David.

- Hmm.
- Not for a minute. But um...

- Uh, Amanda, what have you got?
- All right.

I have been checking into the
bank statements and the tax returns...

like you told me to, and I think
maybe I found something strange.

Strange, how?

About six months ago David started
making out checks to Monica Benson, right?

Uh-huh.

I assume they have
to be alimony checks...

because they had no children.

Boy, that's sad. Children can
really make the difference...

- Checks, you were mentioning checks.
- Right. Sorry, the checks.

- The first check was on June 1st, you see?
- Yeah.

Second check, July 6th, right?

The third check, August 14.

- Do you see the pattern here?
- I see it, I see it, and...?

And then they stop.

Did you hear me?
I said they stop.

I heard you.

The payments stop. So what?

Amanda, did you see it?

- No, Mother.
- He did it! He did it! He got a hit!

Wonderful! I'll be right there.

- You don't have to watch...
- I'll just put the money out.

- I'll be right over there!
- I'll be right...

Lee?

Lee.

- Anybody actually eat these things?
- Of course they do.

Would you get around
here? Come on. It'll look funny.

Here you are, sir.
Try one of these.

Have you ever heard of anybody
paying alimony for only three months...

and then not being
required to pay it any longer?

- No, but, uh...
- Neither have I.

I mean, I take child
support. I never took alimony.

But, uh, anyway, it
seems strange to me.

So I checked out his
1040, his tax return.

Amanda.

I'm getting to it.
I'm getting to it.

Even after he stopped
paying the alimony...

he continued to take a full tax
credit for the entire amount...

over and over and
over and over again.

Now, don't you think
that's pretty strange?

Yeah, that is pretty strange.

Unless...

Unless he was
paying her in cash.

But if he was paying
her in cash, why?

- And where did it come from?
- Exactly.

Go, Philip! Slide. Slide,
Philip! Slide. Attaboy!

Look at him! You see?
That was wonderful!

Yes, good boy, Philip.

Sure, it was wonderful.

I just dropped this brownie
on my toe. I think it's broken.

The brownie is just fine.

I'm sorry, is there
anything I can do?

Well, it's funny you asked. Yes,
there is something you can do...

but you're gonna
need identification.

One of those badge things people
wear when they come to your door?

- Badge things?
- Yeah.

Mrs. Benson? Mrs. Monica Benson?

What's that badge say again?

It says "United States Bureau of the
Census Department of Marital Relations."

As you can see right there. It
also says it on the top of my sheet.

- You see?
- Got another department?

That's government for you.

Now, your name is
Monica Benson, right?

I don't have to
answer any questions.

No. No, you don't have to
answer these questions...

but these are the questions of
the United States government.

If you don't answer them for me
you'll just have to answer them...

for my superior or my
superior's superior...

- Monica Benson.
- Good.

Now, are you divorced,
married or single?

Divorced. Definitely divorced.

Uh, look, is this going to take long?
Because, uh, I just got off the courts...

and I think I have a compound
fracture of both arches.

It won't take long. Maybe,
uh, you know, 10 minutes.

- Well, 10 minutes is long.
- It's my job.

I'm just doing my job.

Well, all right. Come
on into the living room.

If I'm gonna be interrogated, I
might as well do it under my own lamp.

Yes, that's what I always say.

She called a couple of
minutes before I phoned you.

She was steamed,
let me tell you.

Then let's be calm
about this, shall we?

How do you know the
woman was with the agency?

Because I checked. There is no Department
of Marital Relations. She's an agent.

Monica bought the whole
story. She told her everything.

If she believed the woman,
why did she call you?

Because the woman got her in
some idiot conversation about taxes.

The difference between alimony and
child support and who pays taxes on what.

Monica called to tell me how ticked she
was. I forgot to tell her she owed taxes.

That's when I found
out about the woman.

And what am I to do about it?

You're asking me what to do?

There's an internal
investigation going on, Viktor.

They're about to
drop the net on me...

and you're asking me
what I expect you to do?

I asked because I hope you don't expect
me to take care of anyone else, David.

Your Oriental
partner was the last.

You came to me, told me he was
beginning to put pieces together.

I did you a favor.

No more.

I've carried you, helped you
support your ridiculous lifestyle...

but you have
become too expensive.

Even for us.

I just want you to
get him off my back.

If not you, then
someone else. Just do it.

- "He." Who is "he"?
- Lee Stetson. Scarecrow.

- You're certain it is Scarecrow?
- Yes. I'm sure.

Then you have your answer.

- Me.
- I won't be here.

I have the
information I came for.

I will be on the 4:00 flight
for Paris tomorrow afternoon.

I'm afraid it is
your problem now.

Once you get it typed,
shoot it right back to me.

- Sir? Have you seen Lee?
- Is that his report? It's due at 5:00.

- Uh, yes, I wanna give it to him to check.
- I'll check it for him.

No, sir, he'd be very angry with me
if he didn't check it before you saw it.

Fine. Fine. He's down at Ned's.
Get him to check it, then get it up here.

Yes, sir, I'll do that.

But I never fall apart like that.
I mean, it's just not like me.

And so I thought
I'd tell you why.

How come, if it's
none of my business?

How come? Because
you're my friend.

I should have told you something
before, but I was too upset.

My mother had surgery.

I'm sorry.

Major surgery.

- That's some pretty heavy stuff, huh?
- Heh.

Heavy? You wanna hear heavy?

I mean, here I am with a gun in my
hand, chasing after Bulgarian spies...

and the only mother I have is lying
in intensive care 3000 miles away.

I ask you, is that
guilt or is that guilt?

- Is she all right now?
- Yeah. She's just great.

- Good.
- She's terrific. Heh.

Terrific? What's this
about feeling terrific?

Did you pull a promotion? You
get Paris station or something hot?

Something just as good.

Some fella.

It's gotta be some fella.

Right again, Nightlight.

So, uh, where's Amanda?

Amanda?

You two are working together.

- What?
- On the internal.

I mean, you're doing
the internal, aren't you?

Ha, ha. What?

Ah, you know, when you are wrong,
you are wrong from here to Sri Lanka.

- No, I'm not.
- Come on.

We've been together, what, four years
now? I can read you like a paper bag.

Hey, look, you want some advice?

Dump whatever it is you
are drinking, huh? Heh.

- What's this?
- We're gonna take this outside.

There's an agency
sedan parked out back.

I want you to get
up slowly and walk...

and keep your hands
where I can see them.

So it's you.

You know, uh, my money was
on Ronnie, before he bought it.

Walk.

Right there.

Hand me your gun,
butt first, nice and easy.

So tell me, why Ronnie?

- Why did you pick him?
- His bank account.

He was dumb enough to
put his piece right in his bank...

in his name, social
security number.

You're putting me on.

Go wasn't in on this.

So how does a guy who's pulling down
36,500 a year score 40 big ones, huh?

Math doesn't track, Davey.

You really don't
know, do you? Let's go.

He won the Irish sweeps. Huh?

Ain't that a kick?

Chinese spy rakes
in 12th place...

for that in the
Irish sweepstakes.

- Yeah, sure he did.
- I don't care if you believe me or not.

You were in Tangiers or
someplace like that anyhow.

He threw a hell of a party.
Too bad you didn't make it.

So who's the woman working
with you on this, Lee? Amanda?

There's no woman.

Well, it's not Greta
or Connie or Francine.

- It's Amanda, isn't it?
- Wrong.

- How long ago?
- Just a minute ago.

Uh-huh.

Thirty seconds, whatever.
He was with Davey.

You really didn't have
me pegged, did you?

A lady from the
sticks did though.

Thanks to Monica, Amanda now knows
about the alimony being paid in cash.

I guess she just didn't have
the time to lay it out for you.

Do you understand
what I'm saying, Lee?

Cool.

Very cool.

Not a blink, a twitch.

Zero reaction, the
perfect secret agent.

You're a real credit to
your country and flag.

You too, David.

Uh, which country did
you say that was again?

Very funny. Come on.

The door's unlocked.

You're gonna
slide over and drive.

- No, lady.
- Yes?

That way. The back door.

Thank you.

I have to do everything.

Leave my coffee,
drive the car, get shot.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Lee!

Speed, Amanda, come
on now. Don't speed.

Why not speed?

Virginia plates.

The guy ought to know better
than to hot-dog it in Fairfax County.

Let's try this.

Let's go, let's go!

You call it in, okay? Right now.
- I got it. Got it.

What did I tell you?

Don't slow down, don't speed
up, just take it nice and easy, Lee.

There's a side road up
ahead. I want you to make a left.

Stop right here.

Look, Davey, you can't go back.

You can't run, you can't hide.

I can run, as long as there's
a 4:00 flight out of Dulles.

- Heh, to where?
- To Paris.

And Bulgaria.

Viktor will take me with him.

Now, come on.

Let's go.

Now, that was for Ronnie.

Your partner, and my friend.

Now, are you on the level
about that 4:00 flight? Huh?

Yeah.

- All right. And Viktor's booked on it.
- Yeah.

- All right, how about some ID?
- You got it, officer.

Come on, take care
of my friend here, huh?

There you go.

- Thank you, sir.
- Yeah, thanks.

Here.

Oh.

- Amanda...
- I was real worried about you.

Yeah, same with me.

How'd you get them to believe
they had to follow you here?

I just showed them my
government identification.

Uh, Amanda, you don't have
any government identification.

Oh, sure I do. Of course I
do. Don't you remember?

I've got my badge.

Just showed them my badge. Heh.

How can I be sure?

The body shop guy said you
could have it back in three days.

Until then, you
have an agency car.

And the agency will pay
for the damage, right?

Because, I mean, it's
entirely practically...

the whole side of my
station wagon is messed up.

The agency will pay. No problem.

- No problem?
- Yeah.

I can't get them to pay for
the blue shoes that I ruined.

And that was a
lot less expensive.

Scarecrow, this is Blue Leader.

Yes, sir.

- Where? Where is Blue Leader?
- Shh.

I wanna thank you,
Scarecrow, and you, Mrs. King.

Viktor Ignatiev was taken
off flight 707 last evening...

and is comfortably in custody.

Nightlight was arraigned early this
morning and sends both of you his best.

You can be sure the agency
is proud of both of you.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir. Sir?

Where do you talk to
when you talk to him?

Uh, well, I usually aim for
the steering wheel. Ahem.

Sir? Sir, as long as I
have you on the line...

I wonder if I could just mention that I
damaged my station wagon pretty badly...

in the, uh... Well, yesterday
in the... In the whole mission...

and I was just, um, wondering...
I was hoping that we could, uh...

You know, the agency would be sure
to take care of, uh, the repair and, uh...

Amanda. Ahem.

- He's gone.
- No, no. No, no.

I think we're on hold.

Sir?

Mr. Leader? Blue Leader, sir?