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That, which enables a wise ruler and

a good general to strike to conquer and

to attain goals beyond the reach of ordinary mortals

is "Prior Knowledge"

Sun Tsu (5th Century B.C.)

In the modern world, "Prior Knowledge"

is synonymous with "Secret Services"

Novelists call it "Espionage"

On October 15 at 11:45 a.m.

the American Ambassador to France drove to

Elysee Palace to place in the hands of the President of the French Republic

a personal letter from the President of the United States.

"Dear Mr. President,

in the all exceptional gravity of the matter

I've felt it necessary to communicate with you directly without recourse

the normal diplomatic usage.

From the facts revealed to us by a high-ranking member of

the Soviet Secret Service, who has been

granted political asylum by the United States,

we've learned the existence in France of

a vast espionage network, which operates for the Soviet Union.

Its members are within the decision-making echelon of

your government and exercise the highest political, military and

economic functions.

My services are at your disposition to supply the details

which will enable you to neutralize

the spread to the security of France and

the free worlds..."

(In French) The President will see you.

Paris Orly Airport September 15 at 4:20 p.m.

(In French) Mr. and Mrs. Vlassov...

Flight 302 to Moscow.

A bottle of brandy, please.

Yes.

Tips to you.

Mr. Laksov and Mr. Vlassov,

passengers of Flight 302 to Moscow

kindly proceed to Gate No.3 for boarding, please

(In French) Mr. Alexei Federevitch Vlassov,

2nd Secretary of the U.S.S.R. Embassy.

Yes, in Paris.

He's asking us for protection

His wife is in the departure lounge.

He's afraid they may force her to leave.

We inform passengers of Flight 302

to Moscow will be delayed.

Departure is expected in one hour.

Passengers are required to proceed to

the bar where light food will be served.

I must ask you to give me your passport.

Someone from the Foreign Affairs is on his way.

The 1st Secretary of our Embassy too.

We inform passengers of Flight 302

to Moscow will be delayed

due to the late arrival of the incoming aircraft.

Lunch will be served

Departure is expected to be in 2 hours.

I'm the Airport Director... My assistant.

The Soviet Embassy gentlemen are here.

Mr. Vlassov has behaved in a regrettable manner.

But, this is understandable...

He's at the point of nervous breakdown.

In fact, he's returning to Moscow on sick leave.

If Monsieur Vlassov is to remain in France,

we've some excellent Neurologists.

In respect of this...

Yes?

Madam Vlassov is here.

We protest your treatment of Madam Vlassov.

She holds diplomatic passport... It has been taken from her.

It's an illegal technical question.

I must assume, Monsieur, you don't fully

understand use of the words

you employed, needless to say if Madam Vlassov wished to leave this country,

she's free to do so at any time.

This moreover is what we are about to ask her.

If you'll permit.

Will you please come in, Madam Vlassov?

No, Madam Vlassov.

Sit down, please, Madam.

Madam, do you wish to take the plane to Moscow?

You may speak without fear.

Where's my husband?

I want to see my husband.

Monsieur Vlassov, please.

Monsieur, if you can't speak French,

you'll kindly restrict yourself to English.

Madam, we must ask you to speak

only in French or English.

Tatjana, I'm not going back...

I'm asking you to come with me.

There's nothing to be afraid of...

We'll be protected

But, the children...

Tatjana, Evana is 20, Vigor 18...

They've gown up.

I'm going home.

Gentleman, once again I'm asking you to take me into the Embassy

of the United States of America.

Of course, you're going to the Americans.

But first, you listen to me

Vlassov,

in the course of your Soviet integrity,

you're Colonel-elect for the KGB.

We've been watching you for months.

Try to understand our position.

We can't let you go off like that.

We're not a travel agency... pick you up at the airport...

drop you off at the American Embassy.

You've to give us something for all this.

Look comrade, we're asking very little...

Answer one question for us.

One little one, we got even.

If it were for us,

you'll be on your way to Red Square.

You owe us something.

It's true I request your protection.

Now, I'm asking you to take me to the Embassy of the United States.

(In French) He won't talk.

Sir, we still have 48 hours.

He didn't sleep last night...

He won't sleep much tonight.

He'll be less lively in the morning.

Yes?

Sir, I'd like to listen to someone.

(In French) Tell your story.

I just did.

Do it again.

Your name?

My name is Santelli.

I work at the airport Duty Free Shop.

He bought some cognac this morning.

I say it all?

Go on.

A piece of paper was in his 100 franc note.

He dashed into the police office.

Here's the message, Sir

"Call 265.7460 immediately the U.S. Embassy...

Alexei Vlassov seeks political asylum"

She called of course...

Yes, sir.

Alright.

You can forget our 48 hours.

The U.S. Embassy will be on our backs,

unless you go to the "wrong" embassy.

Let me handle it.

Tavel, play it soft.

Just give me the names of your French contacts

and we won't say anymore.

I'm asking please to take me to the Embassy of the United States.

Col. Vlassov, if you want to go to the Embassy?

THE SOVIET EMBASSY

I don't think you'll go through this.

You'll know in a minute.

You're committing a professional blunder.

I know.

I know, Mr. Minister.

May I emphasize that once again

Foreign Affairs ignores our imperatives?

Vlassov is a big catch.

I submit, but deplore it.

AMBASSADE de UNION DES REPUBLIQUE SOLIALISTES SOVIETIQUES

This is murder.

It's, it's suicide.

What's exactly you want to know?

(In French) Where're you, Tavel?

In front of the Soviet Embassy, Sir.

Come back.

Immediately!

6CD701

Mr. Vlassov,

I'm Hazel Brian of American Embassy.

(In French) 3 minutes more he'd have cracked.

You wouldn't have got much.

France can't afford such a defector...

Belgian Customs

BUREAU DENS DOUANES BELGES

Here we're, Mr. Vlassov.

Smoke American?

Oh, this may be a mile to me.

You'll get used to it.

Your plane will leave in half an hour.

You should be in Washington,

at 2:30 p.m. local time.

Have a nice trip and good luck.

Thank you.

At 2:30 p.m. local time,

Col. Alexei Federevitch Vlassov arrived

in Washington aboard a special plane.

He was immediately taken to Langley, Virginia...

20 minutes from the White House... site of the Headquarters of

the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA).

It's the largest government building

in the Washington area after the Pentagon.

The ground covers 140 acres and the installation costs American taxpayers

about 46 million dollars.

The CIA employ about 200,000 agents abroad...

Around 10,000 employees work in the headquarters.

Among them are research specialist...

expert electronicist, economicist... psychologist, atomic scientist...

surgeon, doctor, pilot, pathologist...

expert on Islamic student and Chinese naval construction and politics...

methodology, judo, chemistry, physics

and microfilm

200,000 Communist publications are translated into English every month...

even the most innocuous road map...

railroad timetable, telephone directory

report to medical association meeting or scientific organization

all contributed to a constant flow of bit information which are immediately

filed in cross-index.

24 hours a day, 7 days a week,

experts in every language in the world

listen to foreign radio broadcast to analyze every scrap information.

Machine translation computers working 36,000 words per hour and

a special microfilm laboratory

over high speed duplicating and

print-out machine 40 million punch cards are among the devices

which give the CIA, the most extensive file in the world.

And finally, of course, there're the unpublicized activities...

The special operation of clandestined services of the merit responsibility

that supports the government in some country's diplomatic barrier in others

and sometimes to bring down the government.

The New York Times has estimated

the CIA annual budget at 1 billion dollars.

One man believes it's never too expensive to be informed.

That man is Alan Davis, Mister CIA...

For the time the Director of this gigantic organization

which has often been called a state within the State.

It was in this nerve center of the American Intelligence

Alexei Federevitch Vlassov was undergoing his first test...

the lie detector

Will you intend to tell us the whole truth?

Yes.

How old are you?

I was born 11 July 1922 in Leningrad.

When did you arrive in Washington?

3 days ago.

When did you decide to choose freedom?

Freedom is a very personal conception.

Answer the question, Mr. Vlassov.

Do you love your children?

Yes.

Have you ever had sexual relationship with a girl under age?

No.

Have you wanted to have sexual relationship with a girl under age?

No.

Have you ever had sexual relationship with a man?

No.

We're now in Question 3 out of 88...

Was your answers true up to this point?

Yes.

No, I'm not entirely truthful

because your line of questioning has been stupid and obscene.

Mr. Vlassov,

your answer is "Yes" or "No".

Did you ask for political asylum in the United States?

Yes.

Did you do so with the intention of acting against the interest of the United States?

No, My action wasn't directed against the United States...

but directed against the tyrants who rule my country.

I love my country...

Once again, Mr. Vlassov,

"Yes" or "No" only, please?

How long you've been married?

21 years.

Do you still have sexual relation to Mrs. Vlassov?

Huh, under the circumstances, it could be rather difficult.

When was the last time

you had sexual relation to Mrs. Vlassov?

Now, you listen to me.

I'm Col. Alexei Federeevitch Vlassov

of the KGB.

I left my family to risk my life

away 5,000 miles because I had urgent and

important matters to reveal to the government of the United States...

Not to go over every detail of my private life to a bunch of

frustrated sex-maniacs.

Shall we continue, Mr. Vlassov?

When were you last unfaithful to Mrs. Vlassov?

Probably you've already known,

a person confirmed for you.

One month ago, one of your compatriots...

Thank you.

Mrs. Lee, as a loyal American,

you must realize...

My husband is American... l'm Italian.

Madam, where did you meet Mr. Vlassov?

In Paris, in the party at the...

at the British Embassy.

Who introduced him to you?

We didn't need an introduction.

I looked at him... he looked at me

and we left the party together.

Was your husband there?

My husband is hardly ever there.

We see each other once in a while, but that day he wasn't there.

So you left with Mr. Vlassov...

Where did you go?

What do you think?

What impression did he make on you?

Quite an impression, you don't find many men like him anymore...

Too bad.

Mrs. Lee, we're talking about

Col. Alexei Federevitch Vlassov of the KGB...

one of the top espionage specialist of the Soviet Union.

Now, during your conversation, he may have revealed things

which could be of great interest to us.

I don't think what he had revealed could be interesting to you.

Anyway, how do you thing

Mata Harri operated, sweetheart?

How much 'thanks' have you got between Kiev and Moscow?

Or even darling, tell me about your Missus...

has she ever been nice to you?

Mrs. Lee, please be serious.

He didn't speak to you about his professional activities...

his work?

You know what we say in Italy?

If you want to know about man's work...

talk to his wife.

And if you want to know about his wife...

talk to his mistress.

When he wants to make love, he doesn't talk about missiles...

he makes love.

And then he snores, American different?

All right, Fred, we're ready.

Interrogation of Alexei Federevitch Vlassov on the subject of his mission

to Prague on 25 August 1968

during the Czechoslovakia Uprising?

Ready.

Mr. Vlassov, who sent you the mission orders on Prague?

Col. Mackarov, who was in charge of

the People's Democracy Section at the time.

What was the day on which you received the orders?

It was during the last week of August.

I can't tell you the exact date.

Mr. Vlassov, why were you chosen for this mission?

I had worked a great deal with Melkisov...

our authority on Czechoslovakia.

You stated Col. Mackarov was your chief in the section at that time?

That's correct.

Mr. Vlassov, are you certain Col. Mackarov was in charge of

the People's Democracy Section in August of 1968?

Oh, you're right.

That it's, he's still chief of that section.

Then, how do you explain the fact

Mackarov assigned you to Prague?

Kenirevsky was on vacation prior to

this Mackarov was sitting in for him.

Tell us about your trip to Prague.

There's nothing to doubt.

I took the plane in Damascus and landed in Prague.

Non-stop, Mr. Vlassov?

No, I changed plane in Nicosia.

No other stops?

Yes, you're right again.

The plane developed some sort of technical trouble...

I don't know what.

We had to land in Sofia.

And then, what happened?

I was met by du Brawgan.

We had been there since the stop of the landings.

Mr. Vlassov, you're certain you hadn't mistaken about du Brawgan?

Absolutely, he drove out to meet me.

We left the airport together in his car.

Nicolai Anderich du Brawgan.

No, of course not,

I'm talking about Michael Anderich du Brawgan.

He's 15 years younger than the other one.

Sorry, Mr. Vlassov, you're met by

Michael Anderich du Brawgan.

Continue.

Be brought me out of this situation...

our tanks already restored order.

We were only to clean up the ordinance.

What do you mean by "Clean up the ordinance"?

Whipe out the last pocket of resistance,

re-establish democratic socialism.

Re-establish Czechoslovakia.

Democratic socialism with Russian tanks?

Yes, with the same Russian tanks,

they gave the Czechs freedom in 1945

when they crashed Hitler's fascist army.

Mr. Vlassov, were you still crushing

Hitler's fascist armies in 1968?

Sometimes, the same remedy will cure different diseases.

The question of Czechoslovakia in 1968 was primarily of strategic nature.

This was a new frontier of our socialism.

We had paid for it with 20 million deaths in the war.

Let me point out you had your own new frontier and

you sent troops ashore in a day

and fixed to defend your way of life.

We all lived in dark houses.

Mr. Vlassov, if your new frontier was so perfect, why are you here today?

I'm here... because of Stibant Pavlovits Ivanev.

Oh, tell your machine not to bother...

He's not in your files.

He's a shoe-maker.

He has his shop at the basement

in a block of flats in Moscow.

He lost his 2 sons in the war...

One in Stalingrand...

the other one in the submarine.

One night I was coming home about midnight, I saw a light.

Stibant was bent over an old shoe,

trying to make it into something usable.

As I watched him, I realized

I had spent a lifetime molding,

manipulating, purging, breaking men

down to make new men... better men.

But first, the department... 50 years of revolution had changed nothing...

Nothing to do

In my country, you don't fight the system from within.

That's why I'm here.

Gentlemen, Vlassov is lying.

The key question was No.390 which concerns his real intention to stay

in the United States.

"If you do so with the intention acting against the interest of the United States...

No, my action wasn't directed against the United States

but directed against the tyrants who rule my country".

That's your lie, gentlemen.

Okay, it's yours.

Vlassov lies, which certainly doesn't blunder to bother Russia

but to bother Washington.

There was a pity

for this poor old Communist comrade.

Let's look at the real reason.

MOSCOW, 1 MAY 1964

Sighty crowd gathered to cheer the annual military parade.

Nikita Khrushchev takes his place a reviewing stand

surrounded only by high military officials and communist party leaders.

And called due to the strickt protocol,

Marshall Georgy Malenkov Mounasky, the Russian Defense Minister,

is the last to arrive at the reviewing stand.

We recognize Marshalls Vasco, Wallashila...

Marshall Malenkovsky, Khrushchev...

East German Prime Minister Wilie Shtorff...

Chislov, Brezniev...

Cultural Affairs Minister Katherina Footseva...

Ivan Gordrov, Nicolai Comendier...

Jaudasin, Ljensky, Herok...

Col. Alexei Federevitch Vlassov

and DeVorsky.

Cared at a Khrushchev's camp for 15 years.

And Vlassov married his sister Tatjana.

He started up the party ladder fast

lt'd help justify the climb.

With everyone in place, the parade begins.

Students of Frudin Military Academy... Fuller Shila, Mounasky and

Khrushchev salute.

Soviet Army Lenin Political Academy.

Brezniev, Footseva and Nicojan

watch the procession.

They're presenting the Soviet Navy...

the sailors of the Baltic Fleet.

The Tank Unit.

We shorten the film because the military parade goes on for hours

In the middle, Marshall Simmen Wuendieny.

Now, in the main procession, the Moscow population begins.

It's interesting to note Soviet cameramen

no doubt following orders

always include Vlassov, in every film

showing military and party leaders...

Flowers for Khrushchev, Veckilov and also Vlassov.

We see Vlassov's ruling certainly more important

as a member of Khrushchev's First Team.

The group at Khrushchev's arrival laid us

the photo as personality cult.

That was May Day 1964.

Afew months later, October, Khrushchev

falls and replaced by Brezhnev.

Look carefully the short documentary

of the Communist Party Congress.

This time it's Brezhnev who leads high officials

and his own team to the platform

Don't bother to look at Veckilov, who

went down to the drain with Khrushchev.

Naturally, our friend Vlassov has lost his base in the sun as well...

Even spot him in the back row of the hall.

Just another face in the crowd in black colonel uniform...

It was the beginning of the end in 1966.

He was assigned to the Soviet Embassy in Angora

posting as Assistant Culture Attachee.

It's here we get our initial talent on Vlassov from our British Collins...

Mister Philip Boyle, of Secret Intelligence Service (SIS). Sir.

Thank you

Yes, I, eh...

I met him first when I was stationed in Turkey.

It seemed to me, to be a worthwhile... target.

There was something vulnerable about him.

But anyway, I arranged more meetings lika that...

or other casual.

I got a rather word with him.

He seemed rather bitter and... disillusioned.

No question about that.

I wasn't absolutely convinced his rock-bottom communism

was all that shattered.

He was clearly recruitable.

Anyway, I thought that the best thing to do,

is let the fruit ripe on the tree, shall we say.

Side-part information offered to you and other idiotic photographs.

Really it's about it all.

Thank you.

After Angora, 3 years back in Moscow

Then he was sent to Paris

as Second Secretary in the Embassy there.

Ever since Angora, his private life began to fall apart

In Paris, he was allowed to few...

indiscretions...

But after this one

the axe falls, he was called to Moscow.

50 years old enough to pray making a general.

But he'd retire as a colonel

Less, there's an even stricter punishment waiting for him in Moscow.

From what he has seen in the West,

life there seems freer, easier...

much more suited to the taste of a retired colonel.

So, he defects.

Gentlemen, this is the real reason for

Col. Vlassov's presence among us today.

Thank you.

You know, think of Mr. Vlassov, he's a frightful liar.

Surely he's lying...

We'll be worried if we didn't

Yes, I suppose you would.

Vlassov, like anybody else,

is little paranoid around the edge

but you'd use his weakness.

He wants to be able to live himself...

even by means of living with a traitor.

What you expect him to say?

I'll don't teach the sons of bitches, not to promote me.

Hell know he needs do something more knowable,

so he works out a lie about tyrants

and shoe makers.

I can like his lies, they ring true.

See you tonight?

-Yep. -You're in London tomorrow?

Hey, will you... keep me in touch?

Of course, if he tells anything, you'll be the first to know.

We won't forget Angora.

I'm Alan Davis.

I know.

Mr. Vlassov,

you'll be our guest for the next 6 months.

Of course, we'll do what we can to make your stay a pleasant one.

Thank you.

Okay.

Eh, my name is Kate Cox... I'm here to keep you company.

You don't sing?

I could be your housekeeper,

your secretary, your friend, you name it.

How much are they paying you for these...

Eh, special services?

Plenty.

Ha...

Eh, do I live with you or do I take the guest room?

I think you'd be better off in the guest room

Well...

You know if you like to change housekeepers,

is not a problem, I won't be hurt.

Oh, not at all, you're a lovely housekeeper and

in any other circumstances I'd be absolutely delighted...

What's the problem?

I don't like performing in public.

Ha...

The Soviet Union and its block of satellites, pose a constant power threat

to the security of the West.

To meet the threat, you've built yourselves a bull-work of bull-workers...

a military alliance, among all 14 nations

under your control.

You call that alliance NATO.

You're by far maintaining peaceful coexistence. So far so good.

But I'm going to tell you now,

Unless you're fast, very fast,

within 2 years there'll be no more NATO.

You've been penetrated.

Every higher level secret decision taking and making has been delivered

to my desk as soon as you've yours.

It's possible because our sources

are within the top echelons of their likes.

I said the "top echelons".

You've the names?

Most of them all, except that of England...

I've no particulars on England.

As for France, who you negotiated to step out of NATO

still the key to the Defense of Europe...

I've 2 names.

I've tangible proof to back them up.

Your weakest forum is West Germany.

There I've a number of names...

Gen. K. von Streilitz

Horst Felsen

Somewhere near Munich... 5 October, 7 a.m.

(In German) Frau von Streilitz...

the master's horse.

I must tell you I personally took the liberty of sending the news

of your intending meeting with France to the very high level

of the Bonn Government.

You what?

I stopped all NATO cordon message traffic for 2 days

I sent you a personal representative to help you set up this meeting

in absolute secrecy.

Then you stalled the whole thing deep and bound.

I couldn't avoid it.

You're Chief of CIA.

You come for a secret meeting with Gen. von Streilitz, Commander and

Chief of German Defense Forces

and obviously, I can't concede from my own Authorities

In about an hour, you're be able to tell them

Gen. Streilitz is a Soviet agent.

And there're others.

Vlassov?

Davis, in my 40 years' experience in this field...

I've learned to expect everything.

I can't believe Gen. Streilitz...

Impossible, my highest assistant for 10 years...

No, I can't believe it.

Herr Lepke.

Suicide.

Perhaps the best solution...

That means no scandal.

Terrific, no scandal...

but not the end of it.

What're you going to do about Felsen?

Felsen is on vacation.

On Volcanic Side, a lake in Southern Germany.

8 October, 8:30 a.m.

(In German) Children, come for breakfast.

Yeah, coming.

Papa...

Help...

The body of Horst Felsen was recovered during the course of the day, 9 October.

London, 10 October, 11:30 a.m.

Hi, Philip, sorry I'm late.

It's alright, come on in... please sit down.

Nothing solid than awful setup needed to cover now.

What you want?

Oh, Martini, very dry.

Eh, another Cognac, please.

You must've a hard day, so we'd better relax and talk.

Well, it's true.

Up there I acted poorly...

Be back to Washington tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Yeah.

How you do it after being loaded by train that so much more old-fashioned

and elegant type of traffic?

Am I scaring them off?

No... it's British habit... They are being discrete.

It's bad form to ease drop on MI-6

especially there's one who turns up.

You mean they know about you?

No... They're simply ultra-loyal to my father,

perhaps my grandfather

and I codified them until I've codified myself.

Ah...

Tell me, eh...

Cheers.

Cheers.

Now, how about this Vlassov getting on?

In great shape, copying set off.

Nothing useful to you?

He knew what he has been talking about...

then tell me out of line where you're.

You mean bad news?

I'm on my way back from Germany...

the had the jackpot.

The French do better themselves than people from outside.

We should probably thank them who'd join us to spy on NATO and

along with the rest.

We handle French government, to government...

Personal letter from the President... Starchy?

Yes, but I would not be too hard on the French.

We're all very much in the same boat.

I mean... never mind chow the rotten apple

But we do hate been told about the States, I...

Anyway, how about lunch, eh?

Philip, the barrel stinks to high heaven.

Which barrel... you mean our own?

Foreign Office... Jonathan Lane, George Berger.

Munich, 15 October, 10 a.m.

MON AMI HORST FELSEN

LUCIEN BERTHON

Bonjour, Berthon.

Poor Felsen,

he couldn't even manage a funeral to himself.

Huh

Did you know his family?

Have spent a few weekends with them.

They've a cottage at Baylake...

a nice place to get away from it all.

You've been better handed over there.

What're you talking about?

Felsen was drowned in that lake.

and not without help from outside.

The Germans are spring clearing avoiding a scandal.

Felsen, Soviet agent?

Huh

(In German) I thought this calculated to turbulence in power

But why he must trade?

A military aircraft crashes, eh?

Routine flying accident... 7 bodies,

drowning Felsen, 8 coffins.

No sad.

Felsen was in Vlassov's list?

Now you see how stupid you were

to get out of NATO.

Nobody says you got to fall to think you know.

Yes... Yes, it's on the list.

I see 3 possibilities.

First, Felsen unmasked kills himself.

Second, Felsen is suicided by the Germans to help the affair.

Third, Felsen is liquidated by the Russians to keep him quiet.

If Vlassov has done a very good job on his own,

we'd be beginning to find Felsen everywhere we look.

You too?

The Foreign Office... Lane and Berger.

Obviously indiscreet, wasn't it?

Anyway, keep it in your head...

We haven't moved yet.

In any case, we'd sure be sharing

our secrets in common market soon.

How do you think to do?

I was told to be at the Elysee Palace at 4 this afternoon.

We'll see the names from the President himself.

Every single spoken in business here

has one last sniffle at poor old Felsen.

Huh

You know, one single bomb

could put back spying in the West... 20 years?

Paris, the residence of the President of the Republic of France...

the Elysee Palace.

15 October, 5:30 p.m.

(In French) The President will see you now.

390051 LUCIEN BERTHON

(In French) Here're Vlassov's 2 presents.

78.41.04 RETART DEVAL

390051 LUCIEN BERTHON

(In French) I've been put in charge of this agency

until the Berthon Inquiry is over.

My presence here is temporary

and I count on your help in this matter.

"Report on nuclear sub defects from Deval.

We appreciated his work on arms sales to Africa.

The Djebel case?

Excellent.

For our next meeting

Sirius will contact you in the usual way".

(In French) Amazing, no?

Not really.

That was the last act.

It starts in here.

During the German Occupation 1942-1944

Berthon works for Nazi propaganda.

At the Liberation, a trial.

FRANCE - SOIR

Lucien Berthon Was Tried for High Treason.

At the court, Lucien Berthon accused for colaboration with the Nazis.

Soviet Secret Service Link Revealed.

Pro Nazi Berthon Risks His Head!

At the last minute, a miracle witness:

Gribowski. Says "Defendant was a member of my network".

(In French) The Resistance.

3 years later, we find Gribowski again.

Listed as a Soviet agent.

Your conclusion?

If you were Gribowski, Sir,

what'd you've said to Berthon?

Remember we had Vlassov.

Berthon made me to take him to the Soviet Embassy

to make him talk.

What do you think, Sir?

I think you've replaced Berthon.

To avoid any misunderstanding,

I want to make my position clear.

I've been married 23 years and have 4 kids...

A plain happy marriage.

My wife is a country girl...

Her father has a vineyard.

For 23 years, a perfect housewife

devoted only to her family.

She knows absolutely nothing of Secret Service matters.

Yet today if you sent for me to say:

"Your wife has been a Soviet agent for 23 years'

I'd reply without hesitating "That's quite possible"

It'd only be after the investigation

and if it were totally negative

I'd let myself think it unthinkable

for anyone to suspect my wife.

I had the choice of a regional post in St. Lo

or reorganizing this office.

I should've chosen St. Lo.

You've a lot of work ahead of you.

PROJECTION ROOM

Commissioner Tavel, Branch Chief.

Thank you for coming, Monsieur Deval.

I had an appointment with Monsieur Debecourt.

He'll see you in a few moments.

Forgive us for putting you through this.

Through what?

It won't take long.

It's better if I leave you alone...

I'll see you afterward.

(In French) You may start now.

Monsieur Debecourt is expecting us.

(In French) Come in.

Sit down, please.

Monsieur Deval, you're one

of our top defense men.

This film with your daughter couldn't have been sent to us

by our German colleagues.

However, 2 years ago your colleagues tried to blackmail me.

Your daughter goes to Hamburg for one reason.

The Germans recruit our No.3 defense man.

I'd have done the same.

It was then you turned to Berthon for help?

I knew him, wasn't it natural?

It's less natural you contacted him privately.

We've no record of your request.

What do you expect... a press conference?

Berthon promised to keep it quiet.

What could it be better for you and for me?

We know Berthon intervened with Felson

who had set up the operation against you.

They worked very closely.

So what?

What did Berthon ask from you in return?

Nothing at all, you're joking...

Send for him immediately.

"Report on nuclear sub defects from Deval.

We liked his work on arms sales to Africa.

The Djebel Case?

In about a week..."

EUROPE ONE

(In French) "The mystery case of Lucien Berthon

Why was he suspended?"

The Truth, Berthon

Berthon Case and French Counter-Espionage

Authorities Silent on Berthon Case

High Official lmplicated in Spy Scandal

Lucien Berthon Speaks on Radio Tonight"

(In French) You're tuned to Europe One.

G. Leroy presents the Europe Evening Debate.

Our guest, head of French Counter-Espionage,

Lucien Berthon whose job is to keep silent

is now ready to speak.

Dial Alma 9000 and he'll answer you.

The first calls are already coming in.

Will you hang on?

We'll put you through.

Is what's happening political revenge?

Nothing is happening to me.

I thought you were suspended.

That isn't correct... no sanctions have yet been taken.

Let me put the question differently.

Did your Minister approve this broadcast?

Call Anjou 2830 and ask the Minister.

I won't bother... you've answered me.

You can still try.

Next call.

You're on, Monsieur Silmane.

Monsieur Berthon, weren't you in Lyons at one time?

Yes.

During the Algerian War?

Correct.

You conducted interrogations?

Correct.

My name is Yaced Silmane.

So?

From your office I was taken to the hospital...

do you remember?

No, not particularly...

Lyons was 15 years ago.

I remember very well.

This isn't a question, Monsieur...

Have you another question to ask?

No question.

That's all I can say about Ben Barka.

And now a commercial, we'll be back with you shortly.

The debate is now resumed.

Next question.

Any personal contact with Soviet agent?

Indeed, every time I catch one.

Now over to Gilles Delarus,

our London Correspondent.

We've just had a bulletin linking

our debate with the latest news.

Go ahead, London.

After the German suicide wave...

after the Berthon Case in France

England has her own spy scandal.

The news exploded tonight.

2 Foreign Office high officials,

Burger and Lane have defected to the East.

British Intelligence is trying

to track their route to Moscow.

It's likely the investigation will center on Paris.

Authorized circles hint that only

British Intelligence and a French agent

knew Burger and Lane were suspected,

they were about to be arrested...

Who tipped them off?

This is the big question here.

This is Gilles Delarus from London.

Now, Monsieur Berthon, my question is short...

What do you think?

If what we heard is true...

You doubt it?

No... this isn't what I mean.

If Burger and Lane were tipped off

either by a French secret agent

or a British Intelligence person

that makes several thousand suspects.

No?

Huh?

Let's wait for the inquiry results.

We hope you'll comment on the results for us.

That was our last question...

our time is up now.

Tomorrow, the President of Matra will discuss the Le Mans Race.

Thanks for being our guest at Europe One.

Thanks for being with us the audience.

It worked out rather well.

I think so, thank you.

Do come to my office for a drink.

Lucien...

Aye, so you were here.

I tried to reach you all morning.

Your office sent for me... what they'll ask me?

They'll ask you about me.

How I lived... the people I saw...

if you were my mistress...

Just tell them the truth.

I can't do that... he'd divorce me.

We stopped seeing each other 5 years ago.

I'll say we met at...

Elisa... they know.

Don't worry, it won't leave their files.

It's addressed to Mr. Mrs. Walter...

He must come too.

If you don't do something...

my life is over.

What can I do?

I can't do anything.

Lucien, was it true about the Algerian?

(In French) He's going home... tell Ducourneau.

(In French) Sean, that's a real break

Ducourneau.

We're finished.

(In French) "Sean, that's a real break

Ducourneau.

We're finished."

Hello?

Speaking.

No... don't speak.

Give me your number.

Alright, I'll ring back in 5 minutes.

Hello?

(In French) S.C. E?

Wait, something in English on the wire tap.

He must know he has been tapped.

He cut the call short... he's calling back 833.0590.

(In French) Police Headquarters?

What's the address for 833.0590?

It's urgent.

(In French) We just heard you...

it was very good.

Thank you.

My phone is out of order... may I use yours?

Of course, please come in.

Thank you.

(In French) Thank you.

It's from Le Bourget Airport.

We'd get there too late.

Ducourneau, he has been contacted...

A meeting... stay close.

All right.

(In French) Police...

Put me onto your operator.

What?

Do as I tell you!

I need your help.

What's it?

A police customer wants you.

Hello, listen carefully,

the Bir Hakeim Bridge heading toward Passy.

(In French) Got it, Bir Hakeim Bridge headed for Passy.

Motor running... this isn't a joke, huh?

Do as you're told.

Check if your rear doors are unlocked.

(In French) He jumped into a cab headed the other way.

What cab company?

G-7 Taxis.

Get me G-7 Taxis.

Hello, this is the police.

(In French) Haven't you any cars left?

The driver who took a fare on Bir Hakeim.

I know... hold on.

Hello... Hello, G-7 Taxis.

G-7 Taxis...

He must've switched off his mike.

Keep trying, will you?

G-7 Taxis...

What do I ask him?

His destination.

He won't switch it on till his fare is over.

G-7 Taxis...

Was he a fake cop?

Something like that... keep trying.

G-7 Taxis.

Here I am.

Yes. At last.

Where're you heading?

I'm free... I took my fare to his car.

There he goes.

Thank you very much.

That's it for tonight.

Good evening, Berthon.

Good evening.

I'm afraid you've been a little sacrificed in this affair, Berthon.

I'm... l'm sorry.

I'm beginning to understand.

Vlassov's move called on Lane and Burger.

You wanted to warn them without being suspected yourself.

So you let their names

slip out at Felsen's funeral.

Then there was too obvious to pass the word.

And in the situation where you found yourself evident, that wasn't me...

but you.

Hun has been working for the Russians.

Oh-eh, 30 years?

The son of Sir Alfred?

Perfect case of treason.

I beg you... don't use words like treason to me.

Keep them to people like Vlassov...

not for me.

I've been a Marxist ever since I was 19

A fairly long period, isn't it?

Why did you want to see me?

To offer you a way-out.

Your Lane and Burger route?

The same.

Huh... I'm not going to Moscow.

You realize, of course, Berthon, you can't stay here...

It's prison for life.

And it'd work nicely for you... wouldn't it?

Berthon defects and takes all the guilt with him.

Hm, thanks, just the same.

Let's say it's my failure day to myself.

How'd you say in French, eh... Thinking it over?

Like fish sink.

Of course, like fish sink.

Hm?

LANGLEY, 15 March, 4:30 p.m.

It did take Berthon's false passport...

get himself messed up in a car accident on his way-out.

So I don't know what it'd have done with out you, Mr. Vlassov.

15 suicides pretty well cleaned up Germany.

Berthon, Deval would be threat to France.

Lane and Burger escaped of England.

Who?

Johnathan Lane and George Burger... Foreign Office.

None of British names on my list.

No, they're on my list.

But I didn't have an advent under your Foreign Office

I took advantage of you too... test up my hunch...

Turns out I was right, though.

They got away of things,

then headed for Moscow.

I hope they took warm coach.

Davis.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Why don't you come along?

That might interest you.

Let's say it completes,

is there any need for me to remain here?

6 months is a long time for a man

to be cut from the world.

You'll be leaving us today.

But I'd like you to see the lab before you go.

This is our Spec Analysis Laboratory.

It's your new long-range bomber...

We know everything about it

except the key factor... its range.

We spent one year on it...

Then we get our hands on that.

It's the coat hanger from one of your

The Polar Bear Airlines on Moscow-run.

We got word that the 'machinings',

you know, the metal-shaving in the plane lengths and

they're re-melted and used to make coat hangers.

These boys are able to germinate the composition

of the metal alloy in the hanger

and then they calculate the plane's weight

and arrange it to full bundle.

This is where we came to sight and sound.

No doubt you people might want one of these.

Only what is it?

We call it Hear Organ.

Can we've a little concert, Pete?

I've ordered Mr. Vlassov's stature, Sir.

Sit down, Mr. Vlassov.

Mr. Davis, anything special you want to say?

Yeah, tell him what work it might be.

The principle is quite simple.

Human vocal cords make about 50 different sounds

and even for speech.

We separate these sounds and then put them back together

as they suit us.

Technically it's a bit complicated.

"The Bible tells us the very first secret agent disguised himself

as a serpent and convinced Eve to taste the apple".

Nice sketch, eh?

Very nice, we had one just like this.

I know.

This is Aaron Mackomean,

one of our Current Pace Experts...

put together slide show you should see.

Sit down.

Remember that?

Of course, Philip Boyle... British Intelligence.

We met a few times in Turkey 3 or 4 years ago...

Both stationed in Angora.

I thought he was a very decent chap.

But you know he has given us your name

for future reference?

Eh?

According to Boyle, I thought it was

taken 17 July 1967 in Turkey

near the Russian border.

Say, Aaron, you Turkish, aren't you?

I'm Armenian, Sir,

but I grew up in Turkey.

Yeah, that's right,

you recognize that particular area?

Sure, our parents used to take the surroundings,

to see Mount Ararat...

sort of shrine for the Armenians.

Let's see in the background.

16,500 feet high.

So is known for Noe and his ark, you know.

Yeah, if he known he's going to be the Father of the Soviet Navy...

the would pick another mountain.

As we were saying, that shot of Boyle and you, was taking in Turkey in 1967...

is that right?

Right.

And I think you'll find the next shot fascinating.

Let me have the bloat of this section.

Notice that the peak is on the left in this shot.

Alright, Tom.

This is just the same on the Turkish side.

Now the peak is on the right.

In that case, this picture couldn't have been taken in Turkey

as you said it was.

In fact, the Soviet chose the same angle of the official Tourist photo,

with the peak on the left.

Your memory is little out of focus, comrade.

You didn't meet Boyle in Turkey.

You weren't even in Soviet Union.

Now, just what was Philip Boyle...

the No.2 man in British Intelligence

doing with you in the Soviet Union?

Why didn't you ask Philip Boyle that?

It's a little late to that, I'm afraid.

Boyle vanished in a cloud of vodka...

He's already in Moscow.

I suppose it's a pretty good answer in itself

For the past 5 years, you and Boyle have been designed the biggest goddamn

monkey ring that severed and tugged into the machine and

And you broke a lot of good wheels, comrade.

Alright, Tom.

Gen. von Streilitz.

Silgould von Nassu.

Adolf Shulenburg.

Professor Manfred Grenin.

Dr. Yokim Hurst.

Furst Bunder.

Huns Abbetts.

Horst Felson.

Deval.

And Lucien Berthon.

You branded the mistraders...

every last one of them was clean.

Boyle cut them down...

we bought the murder suicides.

I did exercise to arrange your works

and added Lane and Burger in your list.

Boyle couldn't figure out... couldn't contact you

so he tipped off his pals

and laid off Berthon...

but he missed.

He panic and he ran.

Now then, Comrade Vlassov, do you still claim you're not here to act against

the interest of the United States?

I believe I already answered the question in front of the lie detector.

That's right, you did.

"You asked for political asylum in the United States?

Yes.

Did you do so with the intention acting against the interest of the United States?

No".

Lie No.1, and the machine caught it.

"My action wasn't directed against the United States

but directed against the tyrants who rule my country.

I love my country...

Once again, Mister..."

Lie No.2, the outrage patriot lives...

you knew we spotted the second lie.

You got the whole ruined Korean force to foul.

And by tackling on the second lie

to the first, you made it read as one.

Comrade, you can hardly beat the machine...

Another tour for you on your way.

You need 2 more portraits

to complete your album, Mr. Davis.

Yeah? Who's?

-Mine and yours. -I know.

6 months later, somewhere on the border between East and West Germany

at dawn.

YOU ARE LEAVING THE FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF GERMANY

Nice to see you, Berthon...

-Feeling better? -Yeah, almost...

I appreciate you are letting me watch this.

Here is your man.

Your man.

I would have bet that you got a big chair of 30 years at least.

And here you're trading Vlassov for one of your pilots.

Fair enough, one American for one Russian.

You're getting the worst of the year.

Oh, not, Vlassov isn't worth anything anymore.

Pilot can help us understand how the Russians were able to knock down

a reconnaissance aircraft flying 6,000 feet.

That's the deal... I'm sorry.

Huh

I'll miss these.

Let's go.

Check him out, Connolly.

It's him.

Why did you resign?

I was dragged to the mud hole 6 months in white through the night.

I'm still the man in the Berthon Case.

I'm getting out of all this.

Yeah, I'm leaving Washington...

Going to California.

Job transfer?

Job running.

Guessing he'll be the next boss of the KGB.

Don't be too sure.

He's finished... he knows it.

He'll get his call of medals and live quietly.

Fade away under wraps.

How come?

The serpent have had taste of Eden...

They won't trust him again

They're right, on their merits.

Not a bad question.