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Mahmoud, American cigarette.

Bad for Turkish man.

Victor, what's the news?

You sure that's how
you spell "meticulous"?

I think you better check in dictionary.
Is he in?

Nils!

- Who is it?
- It's me, Stefan.

I talked to Monty.

Headquarters said document
will be ready in next 48 hours.

I was afraid of that.

Oh, so I take it you have not
made contact with General Kemal.

I sense 100 francs coming my way.

Listen, Stefan,
don't start counting your winnings yet.

As much as
we've been through together

have you ever known me to lose a bet?

Ankara. But you would never admit it.

Well, I found a way to meet Kemal.

When the red document arrives,
I'll be ready.

I think this girl, Molly, is helping you.

Listen, just leave Molly out of this,
all right?

She has no idea what's going on.

To her, I'm just a Swedish journalist,
and I intend to keep it that way.

Henri, you are emotionally involved.

Not good idea in spy business.

It makes your loyalties very cloudy.

Stefan, we're too good friends
for you not to trust me.

I trust you.

Does Molly?

Sometimes I miss the land
where I was born, Sweden.

But I wanted to learn
about the rest of the world

and so I became a journalist.

Now, what did I say
was the most important thing

that a journalist should do?

Tell the truth.

That's right, to tell the truth.

So, shall I tell you the truth now?

The truth of it is,
I have nothing more to say.

Unless, of course, someone would like
to ask me a question.

- Yes?
- Are you married, Mr. Anderson?

No, the truth of it is,
Mr. Anderson is not married.

Well, children,
I think now we should let Mr. Anderson

get back to his very important work.

Shall we thank him?

And to lunch. Wash your hands.

It's a great honor to meet you,
Halide Edib Hanim.

I'm a great admirer of your writings.

I was thinking
of writing an article for Stockholm

about Turkish nationalism,

and I was wondering
if you could arrange a meeting for me

with General Mustafa Kemal.

Who, I? I hardly know him.

But, in a way, you and he represent
the two sides of Turkish nationalism.

You, the author and educationalist,

and he,
the hero of the Battle of Gallipoli.

It would be an important article.

I will have nothing to do with the
political moves against the government

at this time of crisis.

But it would be a fair report,
being an unbiased journalist.

But I would need
to interview Mustafa Kemal

to get the views of the people who
really disagree with the government.

You know that he spends most of
his time with his troops at the front.

- But I'll see what I can do.
- Thank you.

Nils.

Okay.

Will you have dinner with me tonight
at the Pera Palace?

- The Pera Palace?
- It's special.

- How special?
- You'll find out.

8:00?

Okay.

Halide says she's afraid

things are gonna be very bad for Turkey
when the war is over,

and she wants me to stay
and help out at the orphanage.

I was hoping
that you'd come home with me.

To Sweden?

Yes, to Sweden.

Molly, will you marry me?

Yes.

Don't you know I'd follow you
to the end of the earth?

I didn't dare buy you a ring,
but I got you this present at the bazaar.

It's a bracelet. It's very old.

It's beautiful.

Will you put it on me?

Yes.

Nils, what did you mean when you said
that you didn't dare buy a ring?

- You must have known I loved you.
- Molly, I...

Nils, let's always be honest
with each other.

We will, I promise.

- Any word on the red document?
- It will be here by Tuesday.

That's not much time.

- Tell him I'll be ready.
- Good luck.

I have some good news for you,
Mr. Anderson.

We have visitors.

Such a strong little creature.

And yet, what she needs most
is simply to know that she's loved.

I brought her with me from Syria.

I don't know whether she's Turkish,
Armenian or Kurdish.

At first she was too shocked
even to speak.

I believe she saw her parents
butchered before her eyes.

Now, you see, Mr. Anderson,
why this terrible war must end.

Yes.

- You said you have some news for me.
- Oh, yes.

A friend of mine spoke
to General Mustafa Kemal about you.

He has agreed to an interview.

He suggests 5:00 this evening
at Hotel Pera Palace.

- Will that be convenient?
- Yes. Yes, of course. Thank you.

General Kemal's room?

Mr. Anderson, sir.

It's very good of you to see me, sir.

It's a great honor
to meet the hero of Gallipoli.

There were many heroes at Gallipoli.

Unfortunately the victory we won there
has since been squandered.

Sit down.

What did you want to ask me?

Well, sir, I had the great pleasure
of meeting Halide Edib,

and she spoke of the great importance
of Turkish identity

and taking pride in your own language
and also in national character.

- I was wondering if you agree.
- Agree?

Those are the very things
I have set out to achieve.

She's a very intelligent woman.
But she's an idealist, not a soldier.

I fight to get things done.

And at present, you are fighting
under the command of the Germans.

Presumably,
you have a combined strategy.

But are you satisfied with that?

The German strategy seems to be,
"Come and defeat us, if you can."

A German officer said to me
the other day at the palace,

"Turkish soldiers always run away."

I said, "Turkish soldiers never run away,
unless their officers run away first.

"And, in this case,
their officers are mostly German."

Write it down, print it.

- My opinions are well known.
- Thank you, sir.

So it must be quite difficult
fighting with German allies

when your aims and objects
are so different from theirs.

What do you imagine
to be my aims and objects?

I would assume
the return of Syria by France

to Turkish influence after the war,

the reestablishment
of the authority to Turkey

over the possessions
of the Ottoman Empire.

I have no interest
in preserving the Ottoman Empire.

I'm interested in maintaining
the integrity of Turkish borders

and building the future of this nation.

Sir, if the French could guarantee this,

you might be interested
in making a separate peace?

Tell me, Mr. Anderson, are you here
as an interviewer or emissary?

- Beg your pardon, sir?
- Are you empowered to make that offer?

Not precisely, sir.

But as a citizen of a neutral country,

I was asked to use my good offices
to discover whether such an approach

by the French government
would be welcome.

In principle or in fact?

Well, sir, if you were to say
that you might be interested in principle,

then it would be possible for me
to contact you again

with the precise terms.

Obviously I can make
no such response.

No, no, no, sir, but if I could...

I shall be leaving for the front very soon.

Yes, sir.

Let me arrange another meeting
with you before I leave.

By the way,
I hear that you have a charming friend

at the American orphanage.

American girls are so delightful,
aren't they?

It's me, Stefan.

Come in.

Some HQ signal about a courier
coming with the document.

Monty?

Yeah.

Says he'll be in the usual place at...

Oh, great, that's in half an hour.
They usually don't cut it so fine.

- Do you think it's been intercepted?
- Let's hope not.

Burn this and mind the office for me,
will you?

Henri, you be careful.

Aren't I always?

No, I would say not always.

I'll be back in an hour, Mahmoud.

Monty. Monty!

Monty! Monty!

- The document, where is it?
- It's...

It's in my briefcase.

Monty died on the way to the hospital.

And no sign of the briefcase
or the red document?

What exactly is this document?

It contained the French terms
for a separate peace with Kemal.

Ever since the war minister
committed Turkey to the German cause,

the army's become more and more
disillusioned with the Sultan.

Because the Germans are prepared to
fight till the last drop of Turkish blood.

- They don't trust the war minister.
- But they do trust General Kemal.

He gave them victories,
and they love him for it.

He's against the war minister
and everything that he stands for.

If Kemal can be persuaded
to make a separate peace,

then Turkey can get out of the war
before any more losses build up.

- Do you think he will agree?
- It depends on the terms.

What are the terms?

I don't know, but they were in
the document that Monty was carrying.

If it has fallen into wrong hands,

Kemal will be discredited
in the eyes of the army.

But who, apart from us,
knows that Monty was our courier?

And the time and the place?

A black marketer,
someone like Vescari.

He wouldn't know about Monty.

Vescari would know
if you were sleeping with your wife,

if there was money in it.

Let's just hope it was Vescari,
and that we can get it back

before he has a chance
to sell it to someone else.

Stefan.

Vasily, check your contact at the palace,
and, Nico, the secret police.

There's a diplomatic reception
tomorrow at the palace.

Yes.

Mr. Nils Anderson of Stockholm has
been invited as member of the press.

My people may have something by then.

This is Mr. Nils Anderson

of the Balkan News Agency,
Your Highness.

Why, you're Swedish,
aren't you, Mr. Anderson?

Yes, sir.

There is so much propaganda
published against us

and our good friends, the Germans,

that it is good to have
impartial observers working here.

- I'm glad to see you.
- Thank you, sir.

It is with serene confidence
that I look forward to the sunlit epoch

that will follow our eventual victory
in this great conflict.

That will follow our eventual victory
in this great conflict.

Vescari has the red document,
but he won't sell.

I think he's holding out for more money.

He has been watching Monty
for some time.

I think he must have known
that this was special consignment.

How could he have known
unless someone from our...

My informant says
Germans know about it, too.

Do they?

Well, let's just hope we get there first.

He hasn't left.
I've been watching the place all night.

Be careful, he may be armed.

Vescari?

Vescari?

Something is wrong.

Vescari.

- No! Help! Get the cord!
- Here it is!

Etienne!

Etienne!

He's dead.

What was that?
Come on, somebody's out there.

In here!

I pull, okay?

Here!

Stefan, we need him.

Must stop that bleeding.

- Victor, are you okay?
- I'm fine, get after him.

Give me the paper!

Who told you?

No! No!

Who told you Vescari
had the document?

He works for the Germans,
he's called the Wolf.

- I think he's one of your group.
- What?

It can't be.

Stefan! For God's sake, we needed him!

What happened?

We lost him, but we got the paper.

- Best we go.
- Come on.

The Armenian could have been lying.

- I don't think so. He was terrified.
- I'm not so sure.

He said there was a double agent,
it was one of our people.

The Wolf.

- This is all wrong.
- What's wrong?

This isn't what we expected
from headquarters at all.

There's no way
he could have accepted this.

And what was in the offer?

If this were to fall into the wrong hands,
he'd be branded as a traitor.

His influence over the Turkish army
would be completely destroyed.

What does it say?

You know I can't tell you, Nico.
I can't tell any of you.

Because any one of us
could be the Wolf.

You know it's not me.
The Armenian said it was a German.

He said he worked for the Germans.

It couldn't be me, I'm a Greek.
Do you think I'd work for the Turks?

Maybe you think the Greeks would be
better off with the Germans in charge.

And what is my reason
for being a traitor?

Pray be so good as to tell me.
I would be most interested to know.

You call yourself a White Russian,
Vasily, but you could be a Leninist.

That would make you
an enemy of the Allies.

A Leninist? Now, that is an insult.

And Victor, of course, is Alsatian,

which means his loyalties are divided
between France and Germany.

Thank you, Stefan.

We all know
that Bulgarians hate everyone.

Who knows where their loyalties lie?

One of us is a double agent.

As soon as I can,
I'll telegraph headquarters.

Let them run a check
on each and every one of us.

- In the meantime...
- In the meantime you should be in bed.

One of us can take you if you like.

With this letter in my hand,
like a stick of dynamite?

I don't think so.

I'll put it in a safe place until I have
an opportunity to contact Kemal again.

No one'll know where this is,
no one except me.

He'll collapse in the street.

- With that letter in his hand.
- Like a stick of dynamite.

Maybe we should go after him.

Yes, Colonel, it's Captain Defense.

Yes, sir, I know.
There's no time for coded messages.

I have a double agent in my command.

Yes, sir, I need a complete check
run on everyone.

Yes, sir, immediately.

- Nils, it's me, Molly.
- Just a minute.

I called the agency,
but they said you weren't well.

Your arm. What happened?

You were right.
I ask too many questions.

Did you go to a doctor?

Oh, no, no, no.
My friend, Stefan, he took care of it.

It's still bleeding.

You're feverish.

I'm going out to get some iodine
and a proper dressing.

Can you manage to get undressed?

Oh, no, no, no, Molly.
I've got to get back to the office.

No, you're not going anywhere
except back to bed.

Yes, ma'am.

- It's you.
- You're so nervous. What happened?

Nothing.

You know, I ask too many questions.
I was working on an article.

Black market, stolen French goods.

Guess I'll have to write
about something else.

You must be more careful.
I worry about you.

I'll be okay.

- Are you hungry?
- No, I'm just a little bit tired.

You're truly wonderful, Molly.
You know that?

It's getting late.
I must go before nightfall.

- Tomorrow I'll make you dinner.
- You don't have to.

- I'll get it.
- No.

Nils, it's me, lgor.

Molly Walder, this is lgor Vasily.
He works with me at the bureau.

Charmed, I'm sure.

Nils has told me so much about you.

I'm sorry, but I'll be late for the ferry.
Nils, I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

- Goodbye.
- Thanks.

She's quite attractive.

What's happening at the office?

Everything is dead quiet,
it seems almost eerie.

- Do you still have the red document?
- Why?

Headquarters wants to know.
Is it here? Is it safe?

It's not here but it's safe.

You're going to need help in this, Henri.

You can trust me.

I'll manage.

I didn't know that
I was going to marry such a good cook.

- I shall have to learn Swedish cooking.
- American's fine.

I wrote to my parents yesterday

and told them to get ready for a wedding
as soon as the war is over.

Your family will come, won't they?

There's really only my father.

I must go.

- I wish you didn't have to.
- So do I.

But they lock the orphanage gates
at 9:00.

At least you don't have a fever now.

That's what you think.

- I love you, Molly.
- I love you, too.

Nils, I'm not going.

Molly, are you sure?

I'm sure.

Molly.

- I must get back before they miss me.
- I'll go with you.

Isn't it strange that we've only
known each other in wartime?

I mean, what if when the war is over,
we're two different people?

Someone said that to me once before.

Was it a girl?

Her name was Vicky.

It was in London,
and we were in love with each other,

but we didn't get married.

And she said that we could be
two different people after the war.

- I shouldn't have told you.
- No, no, I'm glad that you did.

- Let's always be honest with each other.
- We will.

You know, I feel selfish
thinking about the wedding

with the war still going on.

But I can't wait to start planning it.

I wish I was your wife now.

My parents would say
that what we did last night was a sin.

Do you think that it was?

I don't know. I just know I love you.

And I trust you.

And I love you.

- She wants to tell your fortune.
- Oh, no, Nils, I can't.

Come on. I love these fortunetellers.

They always tell you
what you want to hear.

- Come on, Molly.
- All right.

You have to ask her a question.

Will our love last forever?

Here, put my coat on.

Come on, Nils. I've got to hurry.

- What do you want?
- Mr. Anderson?

Who gave this to you? Hey!

What happens if our double agent
has informed the war minister?

You'll need help.

I have to do this alone.

And if you don't return,
who takes over here?

You will. You're the only one I trust.

So you are taking
red document with you?

- Yeah.
- You have it on you now?

No. I'll pick it up on the way.

You take care. You are a target,
you know, with that document.

Come with me.

- Mr. Anderson?
- Yes.

This way.

Come in, Mr. Anderson.

- Have you heard of the Mevlevihane?
- Yes, sir.

It's a sort of spiritual brotherhood

celebrating the belief of a 13th century
mystic known as Mevlana.

Vulgarly known in the west
as the Whirling Dervishes.

Mevlana believed that human beings
were composed of

spirit, reason and love,

which they could combine to make
a representation of heaven on earth.

The dancing represents the ecstasy
of achieving this unity.

Absurd superstition, no?

Such a beautiful ambition.

Of course, I don't believe it.

- I think you have something for me.
- Yes, sir.

What is this?

This is not from the French government.

It is signed by an officer
in French Intelligence.

What is your position in all this?

These are not the terms
which I was given to believe.

Terms? This document
doesn't offer terms.

It's a barefaced bribe.

If I will agree to give Syria to France,

and hand over our border states
to the Allies,

then the French will help me to
overthrow the Sultan and Enver Pasha,

and put me in charge
of a puppet republic.

Mr. Anderson,
if that is your name, which I doubt,

you may have been led to believe
that all Turks can be bribed,

but I can assure you, that is not true.

Sir, I'm sure that
there's room for negotiation.

If you were to make a separate
peace, it would at least save lives.

These people are not interested in that!

They're like vultures, feeding on the
dying carcass of the Ottoman Empire.

The Empire is dying,
but this nation is not.

And it will not die as long as I live.

Seven hundred years
of Anatolian tradition,

but we must move on.

I dream of an independent new Turkey.

When that's a reality, your spymasters
will not dare to treat me

like a Mongolian warlord.

I'm sorry, sir.

Believe me, I shall achieve my dream.

But not through that.

Mr. Anderson,

get that out of my sight.

Do you have the document?

Come quickly.

- Where?
- Come, come. Come quickly.

- Get your hands off me!
- I think I know who the Wolf is.

And he may suspect I know.

You must get rid of that paper.
He'd kill for it.

- Yeah. I'm sure he would.
- You think it's me.

I don't know who it is!

- You haven't told me yet!
- You think it's me!

Sadallah.

Did you see Kemal before he left?

He's not interested.
He threw this back in my face.

- Sadallah is not here yet.
- Sadallah is dead.

He was shot in the back.

Before he died, he gave me
a clue as to who the Wolf is.

I know it's one of you.

I've closed down the agency.

I want everybody to lie low
until I contact them.

Are you sure Sadallah isn't the Wolf?

I'm not sure of anything anymore.

The check I ran on everybody will come
back from headquarters tomorrow.

Then I'll know.

Molly!

What's wrong?

How could you?

I...

Mustafa Kemal sent a letter around
to Halide, and she came to tell me.

It said, "Did you know that your
Swedish journalist was a French spy?"

You're a spy.

You used my friendship with Halide
to get to Mustafa Kemal, didn't you?

No, no, no, Molly.

So, Mustafa Kemal was lying?

- No, Molly, it's not like that.
- Well, what is it like?

Molly, it's true that I work
for French Intelligence...

But you didn't trust me enough
to tell me.

No, no, no, no, Molly,
I just didn't want to involve you.

Involve me?

Did you know that Halide said
that to the Turks

I am an enemy alien.

And if I put one foot wrong,
I could be deported.

You know how much my work
at the orphanage means to me.

And you involve me with a French spy.

My name is Henry Jones.
Most of my friends call me Indy.

I'm American.

Molly...

So, your father isn't
a professor in Sweden?

Princeton.

Did you tell me anything that was true?

Did you tell me anything that was true?

Yes, Molly.

Molly, I told you that I loved you.
You know that's true.

Do I?

You think you can just
take the disguise off,

and say, "Look, I know
you loved Nils Anderson,

"but I'm someone quite different.

"I'm me, love me instead."

Yes, Molly.
Because underneath, it's the same me.

Are you?

I trusted you. I...
I trusted you enough to...

Do you think I would have done that
if I thought that you were lying to me?

No, Molly.

I feel so stupid, so betrayed,
so ashamed.

Come here.

Molly, listen to me.

Molly, please, just listen to me.

Molly, would you listen to me, please?

When I was fighting in the trenches,

I saw thousands of people
killed for nothing.

A lot of them were my friends.

If I've succeeded
in shortening this war, even by a day,

I've saved thousands of lives.

I thought I could do that
without hurting you.

Do you honestly think I could spend
the rest of my life with you?

Never knowing whether or not
you were lying to me?

I never want to see you again.

Your trap did not work, Henri.

Stefan!

Stefan!

Molly! Oh, my God, Molly!

Molly!

I came to say
I don't care about what happened.

I just want to spend
the rest of my life with you.

Molly! Molly!

Molly!

Molly!

Naturally, the loss of an innocent life
is to be regretted.

But the operation has been
a wonderful success.

Headquarters is delighted.
Congratulations, Captain Defense.

Is that all you have to say?

- What more is there to say?
- I can think of a lot of things.

We realize you have been
under some strain, Captain.

Perhaps you should
keep it to yourself.

No, I don't think I should.

I think there's a few things
you ought to know.

Captain.

What the hell do you people
think you're doing?

We fight the war.

Oh, really? Really?
You call this fighting?

None of us can see the overall picture,
not even in Military Intelligence.

Our job is merely to serve.

Serve? No, this isn't serving.
You're using people.

You use people as long as it suits you,
and then you throw them away.

And if somebody gets hurt,
well, that's just too bad, isn't it?

- Captain Defense, you forget yourself.
- No, I think I just remembered myself.

You people think
you're so superior, don't you?

You think what you're doing
is so important.

Well, you know what I think?
I think it stinks.

An unfortunate young man.

Well, it should be expected.
He is an American.

And I say he's a liability. Get rid of him.
Send him back to the trenches.

I do not think it need come to that.

Luckily, there is an alternative.

American Intelligence in Venice have
requested he be assigned to them.

The request is urgent.
I take it you approve.

- The sooner he goes, the better.
- Then, we are agreed.

I think you shouldn't go.

Since when do I have a choice?

Last night, I had a dream.

Yeah, well, at least you got some sleep.

The dream was about you.

I saw you in a place
surrounded by water.

Then the water turned to blood.

It became a whirlpool.
You were sucked into it.

A vortex of whirling blood. You sank.

The blood closed over you.
I saw you drown.

Look, Vasily, I'm not in the mood
for any of your superstitions.

This was not superstitious.
This was evil.

You came out of the whirlpool.

Your eyes were open,
but you were dead.

Really? A living dead man?

That's very interesting, but I got to go.
My train leaves in an hour.

For Venice?

Then I fear for you.

Venice is a beautiful city,
but only on the outside.

Do not be deceived.

Look beneath that lovely surface.

Within her heart is rotten.

She's a city of decay,
a city built by pirates.

Her treasures looted
from every corner of the world.

Her fair face
masking her diseased soul.

Death stalks her squares and palaces.

Death stalks her squares and palaces.

The stench of corruption
rises from her canals.

Evil awaits you there.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

Death? Whose death?

- Name?
- Captain Defense, sir.

My wife gave me this for my birthday.

It broke.

I can help you, sir.

Colonel Waters is expecting you.

The Colonel Waters, sir?

Yes, Captain.

Enter.

Captain Defense reporting, sir.

Barcelona, Vienna, Petrograd.

You get around, Defense.

At ease.

When I heard that there was an
American serving in French Intelligence,

I had a hard time believing it.

When I heard this American was
19 years old and spoke 26 languages,

I decided to see for myself.

Twenty-seven, sir.
I can give you a demonstration.

You'd bore me. I speak 32.

Shall we have a contest, Captain?
The loser has to fetch this.

Without using the stairs.

What does that mean?

It means, "Go get it yourself, sir,"
in sign language.

Very impressive, Captain Defense.

That means, "Let's call it a draw,"
in Icelandic.

That's fine with me, sir.

I had the pick of the very best
of the allied agents.

I chose you, Defense.

Your file speaks for itself.

I've had a mission offered to me.

I have no idea what it is.
Only that it's of the greatest importance.

- Would you like to work with me?
- Yes, sir. It would be an honor, sir.

There's little honor among spies,
Captain.

Then it would be my pleasure.

There's even less of that.

Then it would be my duty, sir.

Good. Then let's go to our briefing.

- Carlo Paretti, Italian War Ministry.
- How do you do?

And Henry Stanfill from
the US Embassy. Captain Defense.

Gentlemen, during the past year,

the Italian army with British,
French and American support,

has made steady advances against the
Austro-Hungarian forces to the north.

The cost has been high.

We've lost men to enemy gunfire
and to sickness,

and many more to enemy capture.

Until recently, our men have been held
as prisoners of war

at a camp in southeastern Austria.

Four months ago, that camp was
attacked and the POWs were liberated.

That's great news.
Who did the job? Italian forces?

No.

We weren't in on it,
or I'd have heard something.

It wasn't the Americans, Colonel,
or the English or the French.

We believe the attack was led
by General Mattias Targo.

- Never heard of him. Russian?
- Romanian.

Romanian?

Am I missing something?

Why would a Romanian general
attack his own allies' POW camp?

We've been asking ourselves
that same question.

- Is that what this is all about?
- Yes.

We want you to go up there
and find out what has happened.

Targo is from northwestern Romania,
Transylvania.

It is mountainous and heavily wooded,
and its people are fiercely independent.

Our theory is that Targo
has formed a separatist army

with no allegiance
to either the Germans or the Allies.

His intention is to fight his own war
for Romanian independence.

And he's holding the POWs hostage

in case the Allies intervene
when the war's over.

Any more questions?

One.

If this actually happened
four months ago,

why are you reacting now?

Three months ago we sent an agent,
a Frenchman, Fran�ois Picard.

We never heard from him.

A month later, we sent
two more American agents,

Thompson and McCall.

Two weeks ago, we received this.

The finger is Picard's,
the ear is McCall's,

the eyeball is Thompson's.

Included was a warning
not to send any more agents.

Do you still want the mission?

Yes, sir.

I'm in.

Good.

You'll be crossing
the front lines in Austria.

Be careful.
There's some heavy fighting going on.

You'll make contact
with our agents in Romania.

Here are the dossiers.

Dr. Franz Heinzer,
you worked with him before?

Nicholas Hunyadi,
a native of the region.

He's new but tested.

You'll also be working with a woman.

Maria Straussler,
a partner of Hunyadi's.

You'll make contact with them
in a small town

near the Transylvanian border, Istrita.

One more thing.

If General Targo is responsible for this,

and he doesn't willingly submit
to our investigation,

and he doesn't willingly submit
to our investigation,

then what should we do?

Then put an end to his career, Colonel.

What a beautiful bird.

This bird only flies.

What kept you?

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

We're coming up to the border.

The Austrians have deserted
this border post.

The war is gonna end soon.

- Have you seen Mozart?
- Not in this century.

- Did you have any trouble?
- No, the border post was deserted.

Yeah. The fighting has come
this far north.

Two glasses of beer, please.

- Sorry. Let me get another.
- Leave it there.

Maybe I can help you.

Doctor.

It's good to see you again, Dr. Heinzer.

Captain Defense, Dr. Franz Heinzer.

Colonel Waters, Captain Defense.
Nicholas Hunyadi.

And I am Maria.

Come.

Thank God, you made it.

We thought you had been intercepted.

Why'd you think that?

Doctor I know, you I don't.
Tell me something about yourself.

I am a Romanian, not a German.

You have relied on my information
many times.

Fair enough.

You? What's your story?

You were told of the agents
sent before you?

Yes.

The Frenchman, Fran�ois Picard,
he is my fianc�.

Well, that's all well and good, miss,
but this is a highly dangerous job.

She can handle herself.

Can I borrow your knife, Colonel?

Is this it?

How'd you do that?

I can handle myself.

The Transylvanian border
is five miles down the road.

The castle General Targo
is using for headquarters is beyond.

Over those mountains.

- We'll walk?
- When we can.

Mostly, we'll climb.

Rather invigorating.

- The enemy?
- I can't tell.

Yeah, that's the enemy.

German and Austrian infantry.

And a French officer.

And a British officer.

And an American.

- POWs?
- Who else could they be?

British, French and American soldiers
laughing it up

with Germans and Austrians?

For cripe's sake,
don't they know there's a war on?

Maybe the war ended
and they forgot to tell us.

Yeah, well, whatever it is,

there's something very strange
going on here.

We'll steer clear of it for now.

You mean we're not going down there
to investigate this?

No.

We've got a mission to accomplish.
They're not in any danger.

We'll look into it on our way back.
How far to the castle?

About an hour.
Just over that next mountain.

Come on. We'll stay to the high ground.

Come on,
we'll be drenched before long.

Okay, I'll go first.

Are you sure?
I think we should try to find a door.

No, that'll take too long.

This is the fastest way. Trust me.

Look out.

Be careful.

- Don't worry, I've done this before.
- I still think we should look for a door.

Careful!

You okay?

- Yeah.
- We found the door.

Great.

Let's go.

- Fran�ois.
- He's not one of them.

Impalement!

- It hasn't been used since the days of...
- Vlad.

- Vlad?
- Vlad Tepes.

Prince of Transylvania.

Vlad the lmpaler.

15th century warlord
of singular viciousness.

They say he impaled
over 100,000 people.

That he even liked to drink their blood.

He created a curtain of terror
around this area.

Even the Turks were afraid of him.

Some say he was a military genius.

- He was a devil.
- Yes, the devil.

It seems our General Targo
has learned something from history.

Come on.

Doesn't look like anybody is here.

You're right.

For an army headquarters,
there isn't much of an army around.

Appears that whoever was here has left.

My intelligence reports
can't be that far off.

I don't like this.

- Maybe they're hiding.
- It could be a trap.

We've got to go in,
so we might as well get with it.

Let's try this door.

Come on. This way.

What was that?

It sounds like a German howitzer.

Maybe they're shooting at the POWs
we just passed.

I don't think so. Come on.

Where's it coming from?

Down there.

Put them out.

Put it out!

What's that sound?

Do you feel that?

- How interesting!
- What is it?

Lightning, Colonel, ball lightning,
a small part of a lightning bolt.

A natural phenomenon
and extremely rare.

I've only heard about it, until now.

Extraordinarily dangerous.

Remarkable!
As if the room is drawing them to it.

Is that possible?

There must be some kind
of magnetic field here.

Or some other source of high energy.

There it goes. Go after it!

Marie.

Marie.

That's Fran�ois.

Let's go.

That laughing is coming
from this room here.

It got my hand.

That's as hot as a furnace.

I'll get some water.

Careful, it's still very hot.

It's blood.

- Epileptic seizure?
- Looks like it.

No, she's not epileptic.

- You're the doctor. Do something.
- Nicholas, here.

Maria?

You carry death in your pocket.

Quick, help her up.

Easy. Easy. Easy.

Oh, I fainted.

Oh, my head.

My head hurts.

What the devil's going on up there?

Colonel, wait.

Come on.

Where did he go?

I don't know.

This is the room
above the one downstairs.

Yes, he must be in there.

We can't go in there.

- Why not?
- It's got to be a trap.

- I won't go in.
- Stay with her.

- Look at the door handle. It's all frozen.
- Can't burn my hand on this one.

It's freezing in here.

Colonel Waters!

Who or what did this?

Possibly, no one.

With all this electrical energy...

I have seen photographs
of reported cases of this.

The electrical impulses
in the body's central nervous system

can literally overheat

and the flesh ignites from within.

You're kidding, right?

I'm merely stating
the scientific possibilities.

It is him. His spirit is here. It is him!

What is she talking about?

Prince Vlad.

You may not like my theories, Captain,
but you would agree

that they're preferable
to folk superstition.

Quiet, you're getting on my nerves.

This wasn't electricity
and this wasn't a spirit.

This was murder. He was set up.

Now get a hold of yourself
'cause we have a job to do.

- I'm getting out of here.
- I'm giving you an order to stay.

Nicholas! Nicholas, come back!

Stop, Nicholas.
We've got to find Fran�ois!

Wait!

I told you, I'm getting out of here.
Don't try to stop me.

I'm relying on you.
And we have a mission to accomplish.

I don't care about the mission!

- That wasn't open.
- No, it wasn't.

Come on.

Who are you?

I said who are you?

- Good evening, Captain Jones.
- How do you know my name?

This is my home.
I know all that goes on under its roof.

General Targo, correct?

Have you brought terms
for your army's surrender?

No, I didn't come here to surrender.

Pity.

I came here to find the agents
that were sent here.

And you're gonna tell me where they are

or I'm gonna blow your head off.
Understand?

You are American, aren't you?

You've got five seconds.

So theatrical, so melodramatic,
so American.

You want to see your colleagues?

I'll take you to them.

They've been waiting for you.

Fran�ois.

- What is it? What's wrong?
- Get up.

- Fran�ois, it's me, Maria.
- Get up off the floor.

What are you, a dog?

Now go away. I'm trying to eat.

I'm trying to drink!

That isn't wine.

No, Maria, it isn't wine.

Evan Thompson and Frederick McCall?

- Yes.
- Yes.

French Intelligence agent,
Fran�ois Picard?

Yes.

I'm with US Intelligence in Italy.

This must've been
quite an ordeal for you.

No. Not really.

Actually, it was quite pleasant.

I agree.

You have found them.

What else can I do for you?

What have you done to them?

I liberated them from a prison camp,
I clothed them,

- I've fed them...
- I'm talking about their minds.

You've drugged them, haven't you?

You hear that, gentlemen?

Captain Jones and his friend
think you've been drugged.

I think Captain Jones
should reconsider his opinion.

Hello, Doctor. How are you?

- You know him?
- No.

Then what is he talking about?

Please, tell him, Doctor.

I don't know what he's...

He's been drugged.
He doesn't know what he's saying.

If I was drugged,
my memory would be impaired.

But it is not, Dr. Schmidt.

Schmidt? Who are you?

Adolf Schmidt.
Captain, Austrian Secret Police.

Adolf Schmidt.
Captain, Austrian Secret Police.

- Now throw away your gun, please.
- You're a double agent.

- Of course.
- How interesting.

And I'm here
for the same reason you are.

Your side isn't the only one
that wants to know what happened

at that POW camp.

I should have recognized you.

I could never forget you, Doctor.

At the POW camp, Dr. Schmidt's job

was to extract information
from the inmates.

He was very good at his job.

Fortunately, I escaped.

Did you now?

Fran�ois!

You see, Captain Jones,
these are my friends now.

I've been besieged by enemies
for too many years.

It has been so long.

But now the land will be safe.

We will cast the intruders out
and wash the earth with their blood.

Their deaths will cleanse us.

Their screams from the stake
will lull us to sleep.

For it is such purity death has.

Such a perfect beauty.

You think you're him.

You're insane.

Am I?

Take them upstairs.

To the tower.

Him first.

Leave me now.

Leave me with my new friends.

Now, let me look at you.

- No. No. No!
- No! Bastard!

I'll be with you in a moment.

For the lady.

Something to ease the pain.

There.

You will sleep.

Now you drink, Captain.

I don't like to drink
on an empty stomach.

That was impolite.

I am truly sorry.

I also don't like to drink
on an empty stomach.

Come on.

Look out.

Kill him. Do it, quickly!

It's not over.

- What are you saying?
- We have to kill him.

What are you talking about?
He's already dead.

We have to get out of here.

No, he will live. You know that now.

- No one could survive that fall.
- No man could.

You must trust me now.

The evil can only be destroyed
in one way.

We need to move him
to where the four roads meet.

There was a horse and cart
in those stables.

And we'll need a wooden stake
and a hammer.

Quickly now.

Do it!

What have you done?

What have you... done?

- What happened to them?
- They have been released.

I don't understand.

Let's go home.