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Now, come on, hotshot, make your move.

I can't stand
much more of this.

Three weeks we've been
on this guy's tail now.

That's longer than
most of my relationships.

You don't get to be the number
one courier for the KGB

by rushing into things.

This cat, Devereau,
is one smooth operator.

He may be cool,
but he's on a deadline, too.

He doesn't make his connection
by midnight, it's game over.

You know, I just don't see how
one piece of computer hardware

can stop a space launch.

When it's the circuit
board for the satellite,

you'd better believe it's crucial.

Let me check monitor two and see
if our launch is still in countdown.

Houston, this is Mission Control.

Systems go for final countdown in
T-minus seven hours and counting.

Heads up, pals.
- What do you have?

Possible contact coming up
behind Devereau.

Can you get a clear enough shot
to run a make on him?

I'm way ahead of you.

Got him.

Uri Tatloff.

Not what you'd call a major-leaguer.

He's a file clerk at the Soviet Embassy.
Strictly small potatoes.

So what's a low-level civil
servant doing hanging out

with a top brass
like Devereau?

I don't know. Maybe he's trying to make
the Party's social register.

Or maybe he can't wait to share
one high-tech circuit board.

Why don't we go ask him?

Mike.

Stay with Devereau.
Looks like he's heading home.

All right.
I'll alert Jo.

Get in the car.
- You cannot do this to me!

You are breaking my civil rights!

I'll break more than your civil rights
if you don't talk to me. Now get in.

While you're at it,
the third floor exit light is out.

Okay.
I'll take a look.

Shoot. Nothing.

You sure you got a good
reading on him, Jo?

Of course I'm sure.
If he had the circuit board on him,

I would have picked up
the titanium on my detector.

Yeah, well, keep on fishing.

He's got to make contact
in the next few hours.

This waiting around
is driving me crazy.

How about something less
stressful next time,

like preventing the overthrow
of some banana republic?

She does governments,
but she doesn't do windows.

You're my kind of girl, Jo.

Well, remember that
when I need you, okay?

Yeah, hang in there.
- Yep.

Locking in to Whisper Mode.

Oh, geez.

All right.

Come on, you always watch the 6:00 news.
What's with this Julia Child stuff?

Hang on.

Oscar, you little demon!
You wait for Mama!

You bad boy!
Such a trouble maker!

Nice catch, Eric.

Oh, thank you.
Come on, Oscar.

Come, come, come, come, come.
That's a good...

There, there.
Oh, no, no, no, no.

You are glad to be back
with your mama?

I guess having Oscar's a little
like having a kid around, huh?

He is always into trouble.

My doctor tells me having pets
makes you live longer,

but he doesn't have to chase that little
monster all over God's green earth.

Don't listen to her, Oscar.
We all know she loves you.

You've been such a help
since you started working here.

Please, let me
make tea for you soon.

Sure. Maybe later.
- Fine.

Mike? I'm going downstairs
to check the basement.

7:00 brandy, his second.

He's going to be in orbit
before our satellite.

Weather conditions are A-okay
for launch in T-minus six hours.

Well, don't count on it.
We've only got six hours

before we scrub the entire Quasar
Defense System. Keep in touch.

Ms Delaney!
Geez, you scared the life out of me.

Sorry.
I'm looking for Eric.

Oh, I think I just saw him go
upstairs with Hannah and Oscar.

Thanks, Jo. He's only been home for a few
days and that dog's already his best friend.

Well, you know, boys and dogs.
- Yeah, I guess.

You said you would
take me to your office,

not my consulate.

Think of it as a compromise, comrade.
First you talk, then we bargain.

We still haven't heard any mention
of Devereau's contact.

Come on!
- I'll tell you! Stop!

Devereau is working with somebody
else in that apartment building.

Who?
- Not here. In your office.

I got the license number.
Tatloff?

I'm afraid our office
ain't gonna do him any good now.

I'll call Mike.

Better pick us up, Mike.
Looks like the party's over.

Astronauts, prepare for final run-through
and check-off for launch

in T-minus three hours and 10 minutes.

Roger, Mission Control.

Somebody in the apartment building?
Didn't he say anything else?

He ran out of time.

Okay, here's the data on the tenants.

Hannah Molnar.
Maiden name Kolcheski.

Born Warsaw, Poland.
Husband, Joseph Molnar.

Deceased, 1941.
Two children.

Ilse and Katia, both deceased, '43.

She's got one sister, Carla.
Still living in Poland.

She emigrated in '53.

Yes? Ah, you came.
Come in. Come in.

I just thought I'd check to see if
you got back from your walk okay.

Oh, yes, yes! And I have tea already
on the table, so you have to come.

Come on. Come in.
- Thank you.

Hi, Oscar.

Now, Oscar, you behave
yourself for our guest. Now.

Oh, you take milk?
- Just a little, please.

Oh, I will get.
- Okay.

There.

It's so nice to have the company.

I watch you do your work
and you do such a good job.

Oh, thank you.

Damn. Nothing. What's the range
on that detector, anyway?

Ten, twenty feet, depending
upon the titanium content.

That circuit board is not very big.

So, tell me.

Why does a nice girl like you
have no husband to do this work?

Oh, I don't know.

Oh, sit down.
- Oh, thank you.

We're barking up the wrong apartment.
Switch to Devereau's.

Oh, would I ever like
to tie a feedbag on now.

I can't stand much more of this.

We're up here chasing our tails
and he's playing house.

Keeps checking the time.
- Oh, well, it's 9:00.

He doesn't want to miss that
educational program of his.

I got three hours before I have to
call off a billion dollar space shot

and this joker is timing his roast.

You know, maybe this has been a setup.

Maybe they threw us their high-profile
man as a cover for the real courier.

Yeah, but if Devereau's not
our man, why kill Tatloff?

That's true.
Besides, he's all we've got.

What's that kid
in the next apartment up to?

Let's take a closer look.

Whoa! Look at that wrist action.

You should draft that kid, Jason.

Sure.

That's a great idea. Might even be able
to fit in your flight suit.

Forget I said that, okay?

Oh, come on, Devereau.
Make a move.

Here, take these with you.
You could use a little weight.

Men don't like skinny girls.

I can't right now, but thanks.
I gotta get going.

I'd love to come back, if that's okay.
- Of course! Come soon.

Good. Okay. Bye.
- Bye-bye.

Hey, guys, when this is all over,
remind me to call my mom, okay?

That's just cute.

I've got a bogey on infrared.
- Let's take a look.

There's somebody in the basement.
Switching to port camera.

It's a kid! Call Jo.

Where are you going so fast?

Let go of me!
- Come on, let's get you upstairs.

I bet your ma's worried sick.
- I hate her! She's not my mom!

Come on, you don't want
to talk like that.

Let's go.

Kids.
I remember trying to sneak out.

I was a little older.

Looks like Devereau's
getting ready to go out.

Or expecting someone.

Can't get away from the time.

The man is a creature of habit.

You had me worried to death!

I don't know how to thank you.
- That's okay. I was just doing my rounds.

He's a real tiger, that one.
- Tell me about it.

After slinging burgers all day,
it's all I can do to keep tabs on him.

Well, I have to change into something
that doesn't smell like French fries.

I could keep an eye on him. Just in case.

Why not? If you can take it.

Just let me change.
- Okay.

Go to your room, Eric.
I ought to lock you in there.

He can be a holy terror.
It's his rotten dad's fault.

He's been that way ever
since I got him back.

Took him right out of daycare.
Can you believe the gall?

Must have been awful.
- What's that thing?

Oh, it's a rat detector.
No rats.

No rats?
- Nope.

I gotta tell you something.
- What, hon?

Eric! I said to stay in your room.

Thanks for bringing him back.
- Oh, you're welcome.

I really appreciate it.
- He's a great kid.

What do we have on this
Annie Delaney and her ex?

Nothing so far.

That's funny.
I thought we had something on everyone.

I did, too.
I'll have to cross check our Interpol files.

Hold on. Our big show's on the road.

Looks like Devereau's moving out.

Finally. Let's not lose him.

What the hell is going on now?

What is it?
- Oh, that's the fire alarm.

You better get out.
- Oh, my God!

Eric.
- Come on, let's get out of here.

Come on. Go.

Damn. Devereau's cover, that's what.
- Go to infrared.

He set us up!
Make sure Jo's okay.

Everybody downstairs.
Come on.

Just look at that smug son of a...
We'll never get our hands on him now.

All systems are 100% for launch
in T-minus two hours.

Roger, Houston.

I think we've got something.
- Stay with her.

It's here somewhere, but not on Devereau.
Not yet, anyway.

It's hard to zero in on it
with all these people around.

I'm going down.
Hand me my harness.

This thing breaks,
she's gonna need help.

Hang tough, Jo.
Saint John's coming to back you up.

Right.
I'm going to keep looking.

Jo, I don't mean to worry you,
but we're running out of time.

We gotta find that microchip.
- Yeah, yeah. I'm on it.

No rats?
- Just one, Eric.

There you are.

Any luck?

Well, whoever has our board
keeps moving around

and hasn't come near Devereau yet.

I'll stay on him.
- Okay.

Hannah!

What the hell was that?
- I don't know.

Some kind of ultrasonic interference.

It's coming from inside the building.

It's her heart.
- Get the paramedics.

Increase the power!
Override the jamming signal, Mike.

Yeah, I'm trying. I'm trying.

Ah, damn it.

Okay. Paramedic.
Clear the way. Come on.

I think she has a pacemaker.

It must have malfunctioned.

Her heartbeat's all over the map.

Yeah, I gotcha.

Yeah, that's better.

We now return to regular
scheduled programming.

Just find Devereau.

Her pacemaker's kicked back in.

She's stabilized?
- Don't ask me how.

Stretcher, please!

She should be okay now.
- Yeah.

Paramed unit 42.
What is your status?

There's something strange about that fireman.
I wanna check our tapes.

You gonna be okay?
- Yeah, I'll just search the building again.

Okay, let's see that tape.

Let's see it again.

Go to the other camera.

That's him!
Look at his shoes.

Damn.
He probably set that fire.

Who's less suspicious
at a fire than a fireman?

I'll put a search out on him.

What's Devereau doing now?

It looks like he's auditioning
for a department store window.

How long before they have
to call off the launch?

Not long enough.

Shuttle systems are go for
T-minus one hour and thirty minutes.

Roger.

Do make yourself at home, Ms Santini.

Your dinner's getting cold.

Personnel prepare to clear gantry
for launch

in T-minus one hour and twenty minutes.

Gantry control vacating.

Do come in.

We don't want the neighbors to talk.

I think you've made a mistake.
- Your mistake. My pleasure.

Watching you watch me.

Don't make me resort to violence, Ms Santini.

It's so vulgar

and so time-consuming to clean up.

Please.

Enjoy the food, the wine.

I prepared it especially for you.

It is the least I could do after
causing you such a bother.

No, thanks.

It's perfectly safe.

One would never sully
a Rothschild '37 with poison.

It's just not done.

Why don't you just shoot me
and get it over with?

Oh, that would be
terribly unimaginative.

Now, a heart attack?

You caused Hannah's heart attack.
- It's quite simple, really.

Ultrasonic waves muddling with
the rhythm of her pacemaker.

All part of the game.
- This isn't a game!

Oh, but it is, my dear.

And this is my trump card.

Just a scrap of silicone
with microchips

and yet men die for it.

Countries may even go to war
for the lack of it.

If that is not a game, my dear,
then what is?

Oscar, I sure wish you
were a lot bigger right now.

Is he asleep or what?

Why don't we switch out of
whisper mode, get the guy up?

Come on, move! For...

I don't like this. Let's take a closer look.
Go to infrared.

Oh, yeah. That's one plastic spy.

He must have made the switch
while we were jammed out.

Find Jo.

Funny, isn't it, Ms Santini?

An unsavory person,
we call an animal.

And yet, animals possess
such charming qualities.

Trust, devotion,
unquestioning loyalty.

The same qualities

as a good spy.

Now what?

You don't really believe
I'm flying in this solo, do you?

I'm in the pilot's seat.
You're bailing out.

Jo? Jo, do you read me?

She's gotta be there.
Keep scanning.

No fuss, now.

After all, we wouldn't want to hurt
any innocent bystanders, would we?

Let's just keep this
between me and you.

We shouldn't have left her down there.
Take her in.

If you think I'll do a swan dive onto
the pavement, you're crazier than I thought.

Your choices are limited, my dear.

Bodies on the roof!

Sure you're okay?

Well, not a trace of it in
his apartment or on the roof.

Find anything out here?
- Nothing.

Just doesn't make sense.

I saw it. He had to have
it on him when he fell.

Unless he handed it off somehow.
- But I was the only one with him.

What about me?

What about you?
You've been nothing but trouble.

You just do as you're told,
or else your mommy and daddy

are gonna get hurt.
That's the deal. Remember that!

Will Oscar come with us?

Yeah.

Astronauts, prepare for final run-through
and check-off for launch.

Hello, down there.
Guys, come on in.

Ow! You're hurting me!
- Shut up!

What else does Interpol
have to say about her?

She's a freelance agent.
No loyalties.

Goes out to the highest bidder.

It seems she's one of the
best in the business, too.

That's why Devereau was so cool.
He had a good backup.

I should have pegged her.
What about Eric?

I thought about that, too. I ran his
description through missing persons.

He disappeared from a park a couple days ago.
His parents must be going crazy.

Talk to me, Mike.

She's on the lam with the kid.
In the alley!

Ow!

Get back here, you rotten little...

Gotcha!

She's coming down your alley.

Oh! It's all right, Eric.

I want my mommy!

I'm gonna take you to her.
I'm sorry I didn't believe you.

It's gonna be all right.

Oscar!

Ow! Get off me!

Okay, Oscar.
Okay, Oscar. Relax.

Relax.
Good boy. Good boy. Nice work.

Lose it!

Nice work.
- Here.

That's enough.

How much time is left till the launch?
- Enough for one important phone call.

Where's the hardware, Annie?
- You'll never find it.

We'll search you if we have to.

Go ahead.

Maybe he ate it.

Mike, call the launch pad.

Looks like we're gonna
have to scrub the mission.

Hold that call. Eric?

What's this thing?

Mike, cancel that. Meet me on the roof
and take this baby to the cape.

Good work, Eric.

We have liftoff.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have liftoff.

All right, I'm taking her on home.

Good night, Irene, good night.

Oh, it is wonderful!

You shouldn't have done
such a thing.

That's right.
And it's got a vibrating heating pad.

It's got a stereo in the headrest
and much, much more.

I don't know.
- You are all so kind.

We're just glad you're home safe and sound.

Yes. Well, I still don't
believe my Oscar was a spy.

Well, maybe not willingly,
but he was going to be recruited.

Annie was gonna take
Oscar to Amsterdam.

She figured they wouldn't
look in his jacket.

Such awful people.

Oh, and the boy.
He's all right?

You should have been there
when we brought him home.

I think his parents
had given up hope.

You can never give up hope.

It's one thing I have learned.

That is why I get so old!

Oh, I almost forgot.
We have something for Oscar, too.

Oh, thank you!
Oh, look! Look, Oscar!

It's the only color we could find.
- He's a real member of the team now.

Probably turn out to be
a real hot-dog pilot, too.

It's a joke.