All language subtitles for No Way Out (1987) (itunes) 1080p MULTI (moviesbyrizzo)

No more.

Is that... Is that
supposed to scare me?

Don't be a wiseass!

Just take it easy.

Commander Farrell's
trying to lay it
out for us.

So why don't you two
guys just knock it off?

How did you actually meet
the Secretary of Defense?

I was introduced
to him by Pritchard.

I met him when
I was in college.

Pritchard?
Yeah, Scott Pritchard!

Jesus.

General Counsel for
the Secretary of Defense.

You got it?
Is that good enough?
Look, you know this already.

When's he gonna come
out from behind here?

Uh, yes, sir.

Got it?

Good evening, sir.

Get that
limo out of here.

Hi.

Move that car.

Thank you.

Lucky that's
not a bullshit detector or
else none of us would get in.

How are you, Scott?

Hi, Tom.
How are you?

Fine.
You look great.

Thank you.
Thank you.

And thank you
for the invitation.

I'm not used to hanging
out in places like this.

But I suspect
you'd like to.

I take it
you'd like to
join our staff.

That was the purpose
of the note, wasn't it?

Well, it wasn't a note.
It was a Christmas card.

And as I recall,
the message was,
"Merry Christmas."

Yes. Thank you very much.

David, Scott is here.

Come on. I want to
introduce you to someone.

Hello.
Scott,
how nice to see you.

Nice to see you.

Thank you.

Scott, how are you?
Hello.

Secretary Brice,
this is Commander Farrell,

the officer
I mentioned?

If you recall,
he's had experience

on the Joint Staff
and Naval Intelligence.

Pleased to meet you, sir.

Everyone I know is
looking forward to serving
under you for another term.

You must have very
limited acquaintanceship.

Tom and I were
at college together.

Good.

He has great warmth.

He's a genius.
Oh?

The normal rules
don't apply.

You know,
some people think
you're really the brains.

Do they?

Is that
supposed to
flatter me?

He's the most
extraordinary person
I've ever met in my life.

If it came to it, I'd
lay down my life for him.

Is that a job requirement?

Ladies and gentlemen,
it certainly was fantastic

having the President
here this evening.

And I'm sure you'll all agree
that we can look forward to
a fine four years.

So let's continue to keep
our inaugural hair down
with some more music.

Let's do it right now.
All right? Come on.

Yeah. All right.

¶ They're twistin'
in Washington

¶ At the inaugural ball

¶ On K street
On M street

¶ All around the mall

¶ They're twistin'
They're twistin'

¶ Twistin' one and all

¶ We're shakin'
We're movin'

¶ Turning loose tonight ¶

Excuse me.
Do you have a light?

If you want to look down
my dress, you should
grow a few inches.

Wanna dance?

The twist?
No, thank you.

Well, we don't have to twist.

"No" meant no.

So, "No" wasn't
a figure of speech?

No.

You're pretty
impressed with me.

No.

Yes, you are.

Stoli, straight up.

So I was impressed.

Yeah. Want a drink?

Same.

Make it two.

All right, ladies,
do you think I'm sexy?

You one of them?

No, no, I can't
hear you. I said...
One of who?

"Do you think I'm sexy?"
These hypocrites,
all fat and shiny.

Gearing up for another
four years of ramming
it to the rest of us.

Are you one of them?

No.

I'll bet you are.

You're pretty cynical.

Adequate to the occasion.

¶ He's acting shy
Looking for an answer

We have
a potential nausea
situation building here.

¶ Now hold on a minute
Before we go much further ¶

Let's get out of here.

My date's not gonna
like that much.

But what the hell.

His wife
will be delighted.

Is this something
we should talk about?

Nope.

Where would
you like to go?

Show us the monuments.

¶ When I looked in your eyes

¶ I could see us together

¶ Now I find myself here

¶ Just wondering whether

¶ I should turn back

¶ And admit that this is wrong

¶ And go back where I belong

¶ But there's no way out

¶ When I'm with you alone

¶ We keep from within

What's your name?

Bill.

How you doing, Bill?
You wanna shut the slide?

Uh, sure.

Sorry, Bill.

♫ But we're just
foolin' ourselves

♫ And we can't
hold out too long

♫ Any choice we had is gone

♫ 'Cause there's no way out

♫ We're just foolin' ourselves

♫ And we can't
hold out too long

♫ Any choice we had is gone

♫ 'Cause there's no way out ♫

My name's Tom.

I'm Susan.

We're here.

Is this your apartment?

No, no.
I have a key
to my apartment.

It better be good.

We need your bed.

Nina, Tom.
Tom, Nina.

There's
a limousine
downstairs, okay?

There's booze in my pantry,
the refrigerator's
full of food.

No, Susan. Susan!

Why don't you go
to your own place?

Because it's just one
of those things, okay?
Be a friend, all right?

If anybody calls, then
just tell them that I died

or that I'm asleep,
all right?

He won't call, all right?
I'll think of something.

Here are the keys
to my apartment.
I gotta change.

No, no, everything you need
is in the back seat
of the car, okay?

You didn't do it.

Hey, now,
you better beat it
before I get arrested.

Bye, Nina.

Oh, nice meeting you, Tom.

Nice to meet you, Nina.

Move it.

Get it out of here.

Okay, asshole.

Hey,
come on, folks. Hey, hey,
come on, break it up, okay?

I gotta make a living.
Huh? Can we move it along?

The white zone is for loading
and unloading passengers only.
No parking.

Take care of yourself.

Send postcards from
exotic ports of call.

That's what you
call them, isn't it?
"Exotic ports of call."

A port's a port.

You're exotic.

Bye.

Gate 47.

Morning, Tommy.
It's a little bit early
to be relieving me.

Well, I felt
our motion change.

Have we
set a forward
lookout in this?

Yeah. Standing orders.

Maybe you should
inform the captain that
the foredeck's shipping water.

Right. Do you wanna be
the one to wake him up?

The fleet radioed we got
a Russian sub out there.

We're supposed to
catch up and stay with it.

Great.

Give us a chance to
try out the depth charges.

Yeah, that'll be the day.

Uh-huh.
The last one.

Forward watch is down!
Forward watch is down, sir!

Forward watch is down!
He's gonna be swept over, sir!

Get the spot on him.
Aye, sir.

Where is he?
There he is! There!

Hold on!

Has he got
a safety line on?

Tommy!

Scramble a rescue party now!

Help!

Send the
special rescue detail.
Forward lookout down.

Tommy, come back!
Wait for the rescue party!

Send the
special rescue detail.
Forward lookout down.

Shit.

Help me!

Tommy, you don't
have a safety line on!

Keep the light on him.

I'm trying, sir!

Tommy!

Keep the light on him!

It's too windy, sir!

Hold on!

Don't let him out
of your sight. Jesus!

Hurry!

Oh, God, help!

He's got him.
He's got him!

We got him! Whoo!

You've seen the leak
on the budget cuts?

I've read the papers.
You're late.

I was caught in traffic.

You should allow for that.
I do.

I've redlined the relevant
sections and my synopsis
is at the end.

Order breakfast.

It's the
most important
meal of the day.

You should take
better care of yourself.

Menu, sir.

Five years.
Two billion dollars.

Gulf Maritime can't even
get the prototype to float.

The Phantom Sub is a sinkhole.

I'm not putting
another dime into it.

You're right, of course.
But what about the Armed
Services Committee? Duvall?

One thing
I'm looking forward to
in this next four years

is putting that
fraud Duvall in
his place.

He's right back there.

I know. Let's go.

Oh, hi.

Mr. Secretary Brice.
Good morning, sir.

Senator, how are you?

Mr. Marshall.
Mr. Secretary.

We've been having a little
discussion here about that

piece on the
budget in the paper.
Did you read it, sir?

No, I haven't
read the papers.
Scott was mentioning it.

Ah! Mr. Pritchard.

Where in heaven's name do
they get their information?

And that idea
about cutting back
on the Phantom Sub?

It's essentially groundless.

As a matter of fact, we were
just going over our options
on that.

Talking to Mr. Marshall
here, he tells me those
Soviets are doing things

with submarines that
will turn your hair white.

Senator, you
can rest assured.
I have no intention

of making a decision on this
without consulting you first.

Good day.

Good day, Senator.

You believe that?

No.

The car, please.

That business
with Marshall.

He was telling us that if
we fight him, he'll have
the CIA on his side.

Well, of course,
he pushed Marshall
for the directorship.

Scott, I'm sorry.
Sometimes I'm short
with you. I apologize.

Well, that's
not necessary.

You know, several months ago,
you introduced me to
a friend of yours.

An officer. Uh...

Commander Farrell?

Right. I understand
he has a background
in Intelligence.

He has two tours
with Naval Intelligence.

We could use a hero.
Get him here, will you?

His ship's in Manila.

Just do it, please.

No, no, no.
You want...

Come on.
Come here,
you want a real hero.

You know. You know
you want to do it.

Come on.
Arriba! Arriba!

Gates, try to remember
you're an officer. Please.

You're making it
hard on me, Tommy.
You're making it hard on me.

They're gonna
be there all day.

No,
you know what I'm
talking about, man.

What's that?
You deserve the damn medal.

I carry?

If you jump me
for promotion,
I'll kill you.

I carry.
I'll kill your family.
I'll kill your pig.

What? You carry me?
I carry.

You carry my bag?
No, I speak Filipino.

Beat it, kid.
Come on, beat it.

No, he's gotta
make a living,
but don't run.

He's gonna run.

If you run, I knock
dog's doo-doo out of you.

He's running!

Kid!

John, forget it!

No, let him go.
Let him go. Let him go.

Let him go. So what?

He's got a toothbrush,
a pair of skivvies.
So what?

Okay.
So what do we do now?

I don't know. I thought
I'd go buy some ashtrays

and take in some of
the local folk dancing.

Folk dancing?
Yeah, folk dancing.

♫ Wild thing

No, person to person.

♫ You make my heart sing

You know,
when you only pay if
you talk to the person?

♫ You make everything
Shut up! Just shut up!

No, not you.
♫ Groovy!

No, I will pay.
But first, I have
to know if she's there.

One, two, three! Yeah!

♫ Wild thing
I think I love you ♫
If I'm willing to count out

a million pesos, I need
to know if she's there.

Yeah.

Hey, that's my money.
Yes.

That's my money.
Go get it.

Go get it.

No, no,
I'm not joking.
I'm an American.

Hello?

Yes. Connect, I'll take it.
I'm putting my money in now.

Susan? Hello, Susan?

Was I just...
Was I just...
Shut up!

Was I just disconnected?
Why? Why?

I'm gonna show them.
I'm gonna show them how
an American plants the flag

in a foreign fucking land!

Yeah!

Can I
get a beer, please?
I'd like another beer.

Wild thing!

You're beautiful.

Hey, thanks.

Keep it. Thank you.

Hello, Tom! Welcome back.
I have some mail for you.
Come in. Come in.

The Philippines,
a romantic place, huh?

I painted a new painting,
Christmas in New England.

It's beautiful.

You really like it?

Well, it's unfinished.

Will you be
with us for a while?

Yes, I'll be working
in the Pentagon again.

Thank you.

Great, wonderful.

It's always
a pleasure to
have you back.

Oh, my God.

Hello.

The ancient mariner.

Not so ancient, mmm?

Ah! I'm wasted!

I can see that.

Wow, I'm so happy to see you!

When did you get back?
And why didn't you call me?

I did call you.

I wrote you.
You did?

Uh-huh.
But I'm like semiliterate,
so it was wastebasket time.

If you caught gonorrhea,
I'll kill you.

I'm wearing
too many clothes.

It doesn't feel like
you're wearing anything.

Talk about feeling like
it's not wearing anything.

Oh. Oh, you're gonna blush.

You are a very bad girl.

Hold it.
I mean the blush.

I'm so embarrassed.

What are you doing?

I wanna get
a picture of this.
No! No pictures.

Naval hero blushes.
Come on, Farrell.
You're proud.

No, I'm not proud.
I'm serious.

Don't take a picture
of me, please.

Come on.

Give me that.

You jiggled the camera.

You pervert.

Oh.

I think
I did this
way too early.

It looks like a baboon
in a closet at midnight.

Good morning, Mr. Pritchard.
Go right in.

May I take your hat,
sir?

Oh, thank you.

Commander.

Glad to have you with us.

It's nice
to be here.
Thank you, sir.

Scott has a very
high opinion of you.

Are you familiar
with your new duties?

No, sir.

Well, then,
this meeting is
premature, isn't it?

Tom only arrived in
Washington yesterday, sir.

Well, since you're here.

As my assistant,
you'll function
as liaison

under Scott's supervision
between this office and
the Intelligence community.

Calling that collection
of piranhas a community
is one of life's ironies.

You'll meet regularly
with a representative
from each of the agencies.

But, for now,
I am primarily
concerned with the CIA.

Sir?

Are you aware of
the Phantom Submarine?

Yes, sir.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

The Phantom Submarine is
supposed to be invisible
to sonar.

Naturally,
the builder's
first instinct...

Well, I should say
his second instinct.

His first being to get his
snout as deeply as possible
into the public trough.

Anyway, they want to build
a submarine roughly the
size of an aircraft carrier.

Well,
the Russians won't
need sonar to find it.

They'll just see this
huge bulge out in the
ocean.

It's my plan to
terminate this program.

There's
gonna be considerable
Congressional resistance,

principally
from Senator Duvall.

Excuse me. Scott.

What's worrying is
his connection to
the CIA.

We can expect them to feed
him with inflated estimates

of Soviet research
in the field.

And in order to counter him,
we'll have to have access
to the same information.

And not some
self-serving gloss,

but the
raw data that they
base their conclusions on.

Your job is to get it.

Yes, sir.

But raw data
from the CIA...

My experience with ONI...

They'll either give
it to us or they won't.

If they do, it'll
prove I'm correct.

If they do not, I will use
that fact against them
with the President.

You realize, of course,
I'm speaking
in complete candor.

Yes, sir.

Senator Duvall.

Senator Duvall
is motivated by this
absurd lust. Sit down.

This absurd
lust for power.

Now,
this would be comic if
it wasn't so damn dangerous.

Marshall
at the CIA
is his creature.

You,
as a career officer,

are above this kind of
political unpleasantness,

and that's why I chose you.
Yes, sir.

Now,
you go with Scott
and acquaint yourself

with the background material.
Yes, sir.

Commander,
let's cut the protocol.

In the absence
of a demurral,

I'll assume
all your responses
are in the affirmative.

Lorraine, get my wife
on the phone, please.

I think he likes you.

Okay, this is
the situation room.

And right this way, sir,
is the computer center.

Did I mention, sir,
that I am very pleased
to be working for you?

This is a Sperry 90/80
and all the terminals
in this room are for it.

It interfaces
with the IBM 370s at NSA
headquarters in Fort Meade.

Principally, it works
programs for COMSEC,
SIGINT,

the Personnel Command,
the Bureau of Alcohol
and Fire...

I get...
I get your gist.

Oh, that's Dr. Hesselman,
the systems analyst.
Let me introduce...

I know
who it is.
Sam Hesselman.

Tom, it's good to see you.

Why didn't you call me
when you got into town?

I don't know.
Why didn't we call?

Sir?

It's good to see you, Tom.
You look great.

Come on in the office.

Mr. Fox, take a break.
Yes, sir.

Are you back here,
I mean, for good?

I don't know about "for good,"
but I'm stationed here again.

How the hell are you?

Can't complain.

Helen
and the kids
asked about you.

Good.
Yeah.

The kids
loved the ashtray.

They didn't know
a donkey could
do that.

Come on.

Tom, this is
Kevin O'Brien.
Howdy.

CIA.
I've explained that
you're taking over liaison.

Hi there.
Kevin will be your contact.

It's good to meet you,
Farrell.

If there's anything
I can do to help you
settle in, let me know.

Well, right now I'm just
getting my feet wet,
trying to catch up.

Oh?

I assumed that because
you didn't want to wait
until the regular meeting...

Well, I'm certain that
there are some questions

that Commander Farrell
must have.

No. I'm not sufficiently
prepared to ask anything.

I wouldn't want
to waste your time.

Well,
then, gentlemen,
if you'll excuse me.

You know, maybe there
is one thing, Kevin.
I...

The Secretary has asked me
to help him prepare for
the NATO meeting,

and I'd like to
familiarize myself

with Russian
Intelligence estimates.

We submit a report
on the first of the month.

It'd be a big help if you
could send what you have
as of now.

Sure, I'll have them put
something together for you.

Thanks.
I'd appreciate
it very much.

Oh, don't mention it.

That was deftly handled.

For a moment there,
I thought...

Just trying
to be subtle.

That's my job, isn't it?

Hmm.

What is this?
A present?

Yeah.

He gave it to me.
He did?

He has expensive
taste. This guy.

Didn't cost anything.

Some foreign minister
gave it to him.

So, in other words,
we're dealing here
with a guy

foreign ministers
give presents to?

Don't start that stuff.

I didn't say anything.

Well, you don't
have to say anything.

You never say a word.

Well, I thought
I wasn't supposed to.

You know what I mean.

You get that wounded,
disapproving look
on your face.

Ask me a question,
I'll answer it.

It's David Brice,
Secretary of Defense.

Satisfied?

You know I work for Brice?

Then that makes two of us.

Did you take care
of everything?

Yes.
I'm supposed to pick
Miss Atwell up at 8:00,

if she remembers.

You don't approve
of Susan, do you?

Sir?

She's a very
bright and exciting woman.
Can't you understand that?

Not exactly, I guess.

All right.
I'm a pain in the ass.

But this one can
do things for me like no
other woman I've ever met.

It's the only other
thing worth living for.

Goddamn, what is
the big deal about tonight?

He likes to
see me in public.

So what
does he get?
A secret hard-on?

Try and understand.
I'll call you later tonight.

I'll wait by the phone.

Hello, Scott.
Hello, Miss Atwell.

Two white wines, please.

Mr. Brice.

Mr. Marshall and I have been
having a little debate on
government service.

Now, I claim
that the fellow
with the appointed job,

well, he sort of comes and
he goes at the pleasure of
this or that administration.

He sort of
blows in the wind.

Whereas the elected
official,

well, he serves
the people directly.

He has to be
more responsible.

What do you think,
Mr. Secretary?

Senator Duvall, I think
it is getting very late.

Oh, yes. Thanks.

Thank you.

Who's that man
licking Duvall's ear?

I recognize him.

I would hope so.

That's Marshall.
He's the director of the CIA.

Mmm. You would hope so.

No, thank you.

Commander.
So nice you
could make it.

Thank you, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen.
Ladies and gentlemen.

It's very good
of you to come and help us
celebrate our National Day.

After all,
we're a small
country, far away.

We've got a little
entertainment for
you this evening,

which I'm sure
you're going to enjoy.

I'll be right back.

Hi.
Hi.

You're going away?

Just for the weekend.

Perhaps
a romantic
interlude, yes?

Perhaps.

If I intrude
on your privacy
for this, I am sorry.

It's not just a job,
it's an adventure.

♫ Won't you say it

♫ Tell me that this love
will never die

♫ Won't you say it

♫ Promise me
you'll never say goodbye

♫ Won't you say it

What are you eating?
You're eating bugs?

I gotta have another one.

Oh! Ew!

Here you go.

That is really disgusting.

♫ Tell me you believe
in you and I ♫

I love Tom Farrell!

Yes, I do!
Yes, I do!
Yes, I do!

Hold on.

Oh!

Thank you.

Well, thank you
very much, sir.

I want you to take
care of us, okay?

I will.
You guys newlyweds?

You can go.
Thank you.

You're beautiful.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith?

A romantic gesture.

How very original.

I spelled it with a "Y."

Hi.
Hey, there.

We want to rent a boat.

Twenty bucks an hour.
Take your pick.

That's all right, but we
don't want a plastic toy.
We want something like this.

No, no.

Why not?

That's
my boss's boat.
It ain't for rent.

Well, I want it.

Don't do this.

You're bad.

Listen, do you really
know what you're doing?

I mean, it's gusting like
a son of a bitch out there.

One more.

God, I wish the Navy
were still like this.

Let's get ready.
We'll come about.

Whoo!

Give me a kiss.
Okay, hold the course.

We're gonna come over here.
Let me get it off.

Ready?
No, not yet.

Okay, whenever you are.

Okay, I'm ready.

Say "Helms alee."
Helms alee!

Very tight.

Yeah.
Yeah!

Hello? Oh, hi, Nina.

Tom and I just
got back this minute.

Okay.

Yeah.

Can I call you later?

Okay.

Bye.

Well, it didn't
take him long,
did it?

That was Nina, so don't.

Don't what?

Oh, no.

Tom. David's here.
Oh, my God.

I'm begging you, please.
Just go now out the back door.

I'm sorry. Just...

When I go, it'll be
through the front door.

Oh!
As a favor to me,
just this one time.

Please! Please go!

I promise I'll work
everything out.
All right?

Tom, please!

Why don't you fucking
go down and beg him
not to come in?

You want me to say it?
I'll say it.

Tom? I'll leave him.
I promise I will.
I'll leave him.

I love you.

You've been out of town.

And you have
a pleasant flush.

I got some sun.

Oh, how nice.
And with whom did
you get this sun?

What?

What?
I said, "Who were
you with this weekend?"

Nobody.

Well,
I find that
hard to believe,

that you'd go away
completely alone.

I didn't say
I was completely alone.

I think you said that
you weren't with anybody.

I mean, nobody you know.

I know a great many people.

How can you be certain
it's somebody I don't know?

You want a drink?

He's a man I know.

It's of no importance.

I'm sure
it's of no importance
to you whom you sleep with,

but it's
of considerable
importance to me!

Why worry?
There's plenty left.

Get out
of here, you bastard!

Get out!
I'm calling the
police. Get out!

I wanna know who it was.

Listen, God damn it!
I pay the rent here.
No!

Get out of here!

All right, wait.
Wait a minute.

I'm sorry I slapped you,
all right?

Get out of here.

No! Damn it!
Listen!

You tell me...
No!

You tell me who it is!

He's not a pig like you!

Susan!

David,
what's the matter?

I think I killed Susan.

What happened?

I killed her.

I just needed somebody
to talk to before I go
to the police.

Sit down. Sit down.

It was an accident.
I didn't mean to...

She was with some man and
I just must've gone crazy.

The man was there?

He saw you?

He saw me go in, yeah.

Who is he?

It was dark.

Then maybe
he didn't see you.

I parked my car.
I stood under the light.

He saw me.

He saw me.

Hi. I can't come to
the phone right now,

but when you
hear the beep,
tell me everything.

Did she ever
photograph you?

No.

This is
the negative
side of a Polaroid.

I found it
under the bed.

Are you absolutely certain?

I'm certain.
I'm not that big a fool.

Then we have to
find the man who saw you.

What if the
search for this man was
of vital national security?

A secret operation
that we could control.

It won't hold
up to scrutiny.

We'll invent an excuse for
the search that can be
justified.

The important thing is to
abort an investigation of
Susan's death

before it ever gets to you.

No.
It's a house of cards.

There is no Yuri.

It doesn't matter.

All the
Intelligence agencies

believe that
there's a mole in
the Defense Department.

You know the theory.

That Yuri was sent here
by the KGB while he was
still in his teens,

and for all intents
and purposes, he can
pass as an American.

Scott, they've been talking
about that for four years.
It's the CIA's wet dream.

There's never been
a shred of evidence.

Yes, but now there is.

He was
the man who spent
the weekend with Susan.

He was the man
who killed her.

Lorraine,
will you ask CID to get
all the material on Yuri

and bring it
in to the Secretary
as soon as possible?

Thank you.

I don't think
we can bring this off.

You can.

Excuse me.

Good morning, Major.
Morning.

Thank you.

If Military Intelligence
can catch this KGB agent
without outside assistance,

it will immeasurably
strengthen us against
the CIA.

Thank you.

You understand that this
has to move like lightning.

We have to finish
before anyone gets
on to what we're doing.

I want you
to assume control
of the investigation.

Responsibility is
consonant with your office.

I have
implicit trust in you
to keep this under wraps.

You're to report to me
or to Secretary Brice only.

I plan
to remain here
around the clock.

What do the Washington
police know?

They haven't been informed.
CID has taken the body
to Fort Meade.

Well, if we go looking
for a Russian spy
without the FBI

or the CIA in on it,
it's gonna raise hell.

That's my problem.

Well,
what do we have
on the dead woman?

It's through
Yuri's association

with this woman that
we'll be able to find him.

Here's
everything we know
about her for the moment.

It looks like he
spent the weekend
with her somewhere.

Then he brought her home
and killed her sometime
around midnight.

I'm counting on it not
being too hard to find
out where they'd been.

Tom?

Yeah. Yes.

I'm certain
the investigation will
develop more material...

Will you excuse me?

Commander Farrell,
are we boring you?

No, sir. May I?

Oh.

We can't even convince
our own people, for
Christ's sakes.

It's all right.

Get Donovan in here.

Commander, if you please!

Commander?

This is Major Donovan
of the Criminal
Investigation Division.

His men will be conducting
the investigation subject
to your orders.

Major.
We're set up down in the
situation room, Commander.

We have to have
a front man.

They're
autopsying
the body now.

I wanna see her apartment.

I don't think
that'll be necessary.

You may not
think it's necessary,
but I want to see it.

They're
autopsying
the body now.

Good.

Scott, I wanna see
her apartment firsthand.

Mr. Pritchard...

The CID men will
do a better job.

It's more important
that you remain here.

I've got half a dozen men
checking for physical
evidence right now.

The print people
are just back.

What did they find?

Oh,
fragments, a smudge.
The place was clean.

If you don't
mind my asking,
what's going on?

A matter of the
utmost importance.

What is this?

We're checking
phone calls made over
the past week

to see if the Atwell
woman's number comes up.

There's gotta be millions.

We interface
with the phone
company's computers.

We're
monitoring every call
made in a 50-mile radius.

We're checking gas station,
restaurant and hotel credit
card receipts.

Who is this bimbo anyway?

She's dead.

One billfold.

Bracelets.

This is
the evidence
from her house?

Yes, sir.

One box of candy mints.

Got one brown hairbrush.

Commander Farrell
is on his way in,

and we should have a report
on the house-to-house
pretty soon.

What's this?

Polaroid negatives.
Hmm.

I can't make anything out.

If there's still...
Excuse me.

If there's
still any silver
left on the emulsion,

we may be able to
bring out the picture.

Oh.
Excuse me. Sergeant!

Get this right over
to the photo lab, huh?

Sir? Commander?
Yes?

Mr. O'Brien's waiting
for you in your office.

Oh, that's right.
We made an appointment
to go over the CIA report.

Mmm. Just cancel it.

If we do, he'll
go away suspicious.

That's true.

Hello. I'll be in
Commander Farrell's office.

Could you call
me in five minutes?

Sorry
it took so long.

This is the official
estimate.

It's an advance copy.
I thought that was
what you wanted.

Pritchard here.

Yes. Of course.

I'm sorry, I'm wanted
in the Secretary's office.

I suggest that we
reschedule this meeting.

Perhaps
Commander Farrell
and I could continue.

Well, Commander Farrell...
That would be satisfactory.

We're both requested at
the Secretary's meeting.

I'm afraid we
really must stop.

Kevin, I was wondering
if you might help me in
the counterespionage area.

Tom,
we'd better get
to that meeting.

Commander.

When you
get more time,
you give me a call.

I can be reached
24 hours a day.

Good.

What was that
supposed to be?

I thought I might
get something out
of him about Yuri.

What we have will
be quite sufficient.

I want
you to arrange that all
outgoing calls are monitored.

All calls?

Don't worry.
Brice's lines are safe.

I'll see to it.
Do it now.

- What's that?
- Autopsy report.

She died of a broken neck.
Here's a list of her
stomach contents.

Her...
What the hell for?

There are different
chemical pollutants
in food.

There's
a chance we might pin down
where she ate her last day.

I want
you to stay close to
the center of things.

But you're to do nothing
until you're instructed
by me.

Who are these goons?

They're associated
with Special Forces.

Well, I don't understand
what that means.

What's that mean,
"Associated"?

That means exactly
what I said.

They were
formerly in Special Forces
and now they're associated.

Where? Honduras?
El Salvador? Where?

Somewhere down there.

What,
are you with
the death squads?

Were they with
the death squads?

It's possible.
In other words,
then they're assassins.

You needn't concern yourself.
They work for me now.
Leave us, please!

You haven't
told me everything.

The Atwell woman knew Brice.

She was his mistress.

Naturally, Brice had no
idea of her connection
with a Soviet agent.

We only found
out last night
after the murder.

Well, then Brice is in
an impossible situation.

We should just
call in the FBI.

Ah, don't be an idiot.

Do you realize the
magnitude of the scandal?

The Secretary of Defense
and a Soviet agent,

sharing the favors
of a murdered whore?

David might even be
a suspect in the killing.

Yeah, well,
I think that's
something to consider.

Well,
it isn't speculation, Tom.

Brice was with me in my
apartment at the time
of the murder.

He couldn't possibly
have done it...

Fine! Fine! Fine!
Let's call in the FBI.
Let Brice take his chances.

That decision is
not yours to make.

What we will do is catch
this Yuri ourselves before
anyone knows what's happened.

And after we've got him,
we'll handle the rest of it.

You mean
the gentlemen
in the next room.

The man we're after
is a spy and a murderer.

Would anyone deny that
justice had been done?

Yeah, I would.

Well, we shall
have that discussion
at the appropriate time.

But for now, I expect you
to follow direct orders,

and I expect
you to demonstrate
the personal loyalty

to which
both the Secretary
and I have every right.

You expect a lot.

I depend on you.
We're friends.

Oh, God!

And, Tom, if it were your
intention to do anything

to bring down David Brice,

then I'd have no choice
but to make sure that
you didn't get away with it.

Thank you for the warning.

I'm quite certain
it's unnecessary.

When you calm down, you'll
see that we're following
the only possible course.

I gave them the estimates.
They couldn't have cared less.

Get me Senator Duvall.

What's all this top secret
business I've been hearing
about over at the Pentagon?

Here's what we do have.
CID is running a phone check.

They're
looking for all calls
placed to a Susan Atwell.

Who is she?

Well, she's in the
morgue at Fort Meade.

She was murdered last night.

We know anything about it?
Get ready for this.

We think she's
either David Brice's or
Scott Pritchard's mistress.

Well, she was seen
with both of them.

It didn't seem
a high-priority matter,

so my people
have been a little
lax in following it up.

Well, spilt milk.
And you can forget about
Pritchard, he's homosexual.

I'll be damned.

Well, so will he if you
believe the Old Testament.

Who killed her?

We don't know.

They got CID believing
that they're searching
for Yuri.

Tell me
nobody swallowed that.

Poor son of a bitch, Brice.

You know, I almost
feel sorry for him.

Who's running this
thing at the Pentagon?

The new boy, Farrell.

So he can take the fall
in case anything goes wrong.

This morning,
he looked like a man who'd
like to have a heart-to-heart.

Yeah. Senator Duvall.

Yeah. Listen, Billy.

I've been hearing
some very disturbing
news about the Phantom Sub.

I tried to talk to
the President about NATO.

All he wanted
to talk about was
the Phantom Submarine.

Why the crunch on that
has to come now of all
times is beyond me.

We'll just
have to handle it.

Well, you got me handling
a hell of a lot, haven't you?

Yeah? Hold.

Commander. Line two.
The other phone.

I'll call you back.

Yeah?

I'll be right down.

They want me in
the computer center.

I'll go with you.

Oh, yeah.
By all means, go with him.

What is it, Sam?
The photo lab said

there's no more image
they can get out of
this Polaroid.

Uh-huh.

Damn. Too much to hope for.
We'll just have to forget it.

Maybe not.
There's something
I want to show you.

Now this is as bad
as your Polaroid,
right?

Now watch.
This is a training tape.

I'm speeding it up.

The original picture
is broken down into
pixels.

That's the smallest
element on the emulsion.
Sort of an atom of a picture.

Then,
and this is the good part,
the computer just asks itself

what would be next to what
if we played with the pixels.

That's
all there is to it?

Well, we do have to
keep on top of the computer.
Computers don't think.

For example, if we
had programmed this to come
out a car instead of a monkey,

right now you'd be
looking at a hairy
Buick.

All right then.
Just get started on it.
Oh, wait a minute.

It takes billions
of calculations.

The whole process
may take 12 hours
or it may take a week.

Well, that's too long.

Perhaps you can
get what you need
from the work in progress.

We'll be watching it
right on this screen.

We've got
our first phone number.
It's listed to a Nina Beka.

She called last night
about the time of the
murder.

I'd better see her.

I was just about
to send my men.

Are you Miss Nina Beka?

Yes.

I'm Commander Farrell,
Miss Beka.

This is Mr. Scott Pritchard,

General Counsel to
the Secretary of Defense.

May we come in?

Please. Do come in.

I'm afraid
that we have some
bad news for you.

A woman named
Susan Atwell is dead.

She was a friend
of yours?

Yes, she is.

In what way
were you acquainted?

You see,
I work at Shalini's
Boutique in the Pavilion.

She used to come
in there sometimes.

We'd like you to tell us
as much about her as possible.

We think she was killed
by a man she'd been seeing.

Why?

Well, you needn't
concern yourself
with why.

We just need to know
the names of the men
that she consorted with.

Consorted with?

Yes.

I don't know anything
about Susan's personal life.

I'll ask you again,
who were the men
she saw?

Well,
you can ask
me 1,000 times

and the answer will
still be the same.
I don't know it.

You're South African?

That's right.

I don't see a US visa.
You're an illegal alien.

Do you know who I am?

I can pick up that phone

and I can have you
on the first plane
to Johannesburg.

I'm assuming
that you have a reason
for not wanting to be there.

You guessed right.
I know who you are.

I know who Brice is,
David Brice.

Is that the name
you're looking for?

We're not interested in him.

There's another
man that we want.

Well, in that case,

why don't we make a deal?

We'll talk about it.
Who is the other man?

Who is the other man?

It's someone
at the Pentagon.

Does he have a name?

I suppose so,
but I don't know it.

Listen.

All I know
is that Susan used to
see him and he reappeared.

How recently?

I don't know.

Three months? Two months?
One month?
I don't know!

A month, three weeks.
Who cares? I don't know it.

Listen,
she never discussed
these things with me.

All right,
that'll do for now.

We're going to close
the part of the
investigation

that concerns you.
Will that be satisfactory?

Tom!

Thank you,
Miss Beka.

You've been
very helpful.

Sam!

I want the
names of all civilian
and military personnel

who've been assigned to
the Pentagon during the
past two months.

Can you do it?

It's all in the computer.
I'll just have to set up
a program to find it.

Mr. Pritchard.

Tom,
I've got a suggestion.

We're doing
this credit card search,
but it's extremely unlikely

that anything
charged over the weekend
would be turned in so soon.

We're wasting
valuable computer time
that we could use better.

I know. I want you
to keep on with it.

What's this
all about, Tom?

We'll talk about it later.
What do you got here?
What is this?

I have to see
Secretary Brice.

Just get started
on that list of new
employees, would you?

Yeah, um...

We isolated three pollutants
in the dead girl's stomach
contents.

They're the red, green
and blue lines on the graph.

If we can get the overlays
to match, we might pinpoint
where she was.

So far, it looks
like somewhere near
upper Chesapeake Bay.

Come in.

Excuse me, sir,
have you seen
Major Donovan?

No.

Well, it's important
that I get this to him.

What do you have here?

Well, we missed it
the first time round.

It must have fallen
under the seat of her car.

Uh-huh.
I'll take care of this.

Very well, sir.

Was this a present?

Yeah, he gave it to me.

He has expensive taste.

Didn't cost anything.
Some foreign minister
gave it to him.

I pride myself on being
a man of forbearance
and conciliation.

But if you fuck me on
this, I'll crucify you!

I am not your
rubber stamp.

You have run roughshod
over this office for
20 years.

And that's over!

Sir,
you may disparage your
predecessors all you like,

but I don't
recall in the past
any secret investigation

that required the
entire Department
of Defense,

circumvented
CIA and the FBI and
the Washington Police.

Senator, we're not locked
into any position on the
Phantom Sub.

What are you saying?

I'm just
trying to allay
Senator Duvall's fears

that we might
act peremptorily.

We will act the way
I decide on this matter.

Gentlemen,
I don't see any point in
squabbling like children.

Mr. Pritchard,
I'm encouraged
by your attitude.

I'm sure
your investigation,
or whatever it is,

is perfectly proper.

I must apologize
for my unseemly
outburst.

It's just that I've
been sorely troubled.

Well, that's perfectly
understandable, Senator.

I'm certain that we can
reach an accommodation.

Mmm. Gentlemen,
I'm deeply gratified.

Deeply gratified and I hope
you'll forgive my imposition
on such a busy day.

He's got us.

This is insane.
It's out of control.

Your cover story's
not gonna hold water.

Yes, it will,
but you have to have
more moral courage.

Have you ever
heard of a woman
named Nina Beka?

No.

Well, she's
heard of you.

Instruct the CIA to get in
touch with you at your home.

I want you to remain there
and wait for the information.

You're not to call me.
I'll check in with
you periodically.

Yes, sir.

...as quickly
as possible.

Okay.

Hey! You two!

Scott, where
are they going?

What's the matter?
Laurel and Hardy,
where are they going?

Who's that, Tom?
You know who I mean,
the bookends.

I sent them
on an errand.

Tom. Tom! Tom!

I need a car.
It's an emergency.

Uh...
I'm sorry, Commander.
CID's got everything.

This one!
Bring this one down!
Hey! No, you can't take that.

The lift is busted.
The man's gonna
come fix it. Come on.

Watch your toes.

Mike, come on!
Get out of there!
Get out of there right now!

Shit.

Shit.
Hi.

Shit. God damn it,
get him!

Come on, hurry up!

Hey, what are you
doing? You crazy?

Oh, shit!

Hey, you okay?

- I'm sorry.
- Hey! Slow down!

Look out!

Hey, you almost
killed a guy here!

I'm gonna get you,
motherfucker!

Nina, come with me!

Tom!

We can't talk!
Now, is there a back
way out of this place?

What happened to Susan?

We cannot talk now.
You're in danger,
all right?

What's going on?
It doesn't...

Can I go
to my place?

No,
don't go there.
They'll kill you.

Oh, my God!

You have to get lost,
and I mean really,
really lost.

Thank you for before.

Go!
There he is!

- Look out!
- He's got a gun!

I think
we should go back
to the Pentagon, sir.

That was a stupid,
stupid thing you did.

I think you're crazy.

I'm going to save Brice,
no matter what it takes.

I thought I already
told you that.

I don't believe
there is a Yuri.

Oh, he's real enough,
all right.

Yeah, but he doesn't
have anything to do

with the murder
of that girl, does he?

We'll find that out
when we catch him.

Not
if those two get to
him first, you won't.

Damn it!
I am tired of weakness.

I am faced with
a grave problem,

and I intend
to resolve it
quickly and cleanly.

You really are crazy.
You're fucking cuckoo.

I won't be insulted by you
and you're not to attempt
to interfere

with this
investigation again.
Do I make myself clear?

I quit.

Your resignation
is not accepted.

Yeah?
Tom! Be reasonable.

I'm deliberately
shielding you
from full knowledge.

Just follow your orders
and everything will be
all right. Let him go!

Will you excuse me,
please?

I hope you're not
calling your girlfriend.

Remember,
Big Brother's listening.

Yeah, well,
I don't give a shit.

Hello?
Fox!

Oh, hello, sir.
The writing on
the box is Arabic,

but it's in the
Maghrebi dialect.

That's what
they speak in Morocco.

Uh, what it says
is kind of flowery,
but it boils down to,

"A gift to a true friend."

Good boy.
You can come back now.

Oh, jeez.

The Polaroid just came
online. Not much to
look at, is it?

No, it's not.

Don't gifts from
foreign governments

have to be registered
with the Office of Protocol?

That's what they tell us.

Are their files computerized?

Yes. Of course, they would be
in the Department of State's
computer bank.

Can we access those files?

They're closed.
You'll have to get in
touch with them tomorrow.

I can't get
in touch with them.

We can interface.

Can you do it now?

There'll be hell to pay.

Tom.

Does it matter
to you that much?

Okay.

Thanks.
I'll be back
in five minutes.

Come in.

What is it now?

I've been
thinking it over
and maybe you're right.

Yes?

Let's just
get this whole
business over with.

And I'm sorry
I blew up at you.

We're all very tired.

Tom,

when this is out of the way,
we can do great things here.

Well, first things first.

How we doing, Sam?

I'm into the
State Department
computer. It was easy.

Can you print
that out for me?

You got it.

A lot of paper.

Oh, and you were right
about the credit card
receipts.

We found one from
a gas station in
Annapolis.

Great.

These are the new
people at the Pentagon?

Yeah.
There are 4,700
possibles so far,

but we've had a real break.
The CID has pinned down
your man's blood type.

How'd they get that?

Autopsy specimen.

There was a residue of
semen in the woman's body.

Blood type is A positive.

That's pretty common,
but it'll help narrow
the list.

You're a genius, Sam.

I am, I am, I am.

You should
get some sleep.
You must be exhausted.

I know if I'm
exhausted or not.

As you say.

You look like you just
stepped out of a bandbox.

You're
actually enjoying
this, aren't you?

I'm just trying to do my job.
It would be a lot easier if
you'd stop attacking me.

I'm sorry.
I'm just tired.

I've got
a lot on my mind.

If it
doesn't keep moving
towards a coherent image,

we just adjust the program.

You mean, you could
stop it and make it go
in another direction?

We've been doing that
all along.

It looks like
it's doing fine now.

I'm not so sure.

I think
it's time we had a talk.

I'm the one in
the picture, Sam.

You?

Mmm-hmm.

Susan Atwell
was the woman
I'd been seeing.

I had
nothing to do
with her death.

I was in love with her.

Oh, Jesus, you
must feel terrible.

You're the only one
I can tell that this
spy hunt thing's a phony.

Yuri doesn't
have anything to
do with the murder?

Nothing.

This, uh...
This, it's a cover-up.

That's all
I can tell you.

Come on!

God damn it, Sam,
this is...

This is for your own
protection, all right?

These people have already
tried to kill one person
who knew.

Well,
what do you
want me to do?

Will you slow up
the resolution
on that picture?

I need more time, Sam.
I need more time to get
this straightened out.

That's what I need.

I'm not satisfied with
the way this is coming up.

The eigenvalue is off.

Looks all right to me.

We're pulling away from
our reference information.

Advise
them to program
a Fourier transform.

I don't know.
That seems like
a waste of time.

Just do
what I want, okay?

Take it easy, Sam.
We're all working the
same amount of time.

I'm sorry, David.
Just do it, please, okay?

What are you
looking for?

Fuck off.

Where are you going?

I would rather
do this myself.

You can listen
if you want to.

Display that badge.
Good day.

This goes here?

Yeah.

Where are we going?

We're gonna go down
to Major Donovan's
office.

You can give
a full description
of this guy to him.

Who the hell's Donovan?

He's our commanding officer.

Hello?
You know who this is?

I have to talk to you,
but I can't leave here now.

I'm on
the damn pay phone now.
It's probably not even safe.

All right,
I'll come there as
soon as I can get away.

I'll be damned.
Well, that's him.

The son of a bitch
who rented the boat!

Where?

Look, right there.
He just went
around the corner.

Do you see him?

He's gone.

I'll get back to you.
Where've you been?
Yuri's in the building.

Would you buzz
the Secretary please?
They were bringing in

a witness
and he spotted him.
I know.

Send him in.
Can I go in?

Go right in.

Well, what are
my orders, sir?

Close all the exits, Major.
Hold your witness while
we decide what to do.

Yes, sir.

Is Yuri in the building?
So it would seem.

This is splendid work,
Tom.

I've had all
the exits closed.

Well, why don't we empty
the building and just have
everybody file past this man?

And in five minutes,
the place will be swarming
with television cameramen.

We'll just have to take
the witness through the
building, room by room.

Well, it's the largest
building in the world!

But it's the only way
we'll get any privacy.

I'll see to it.

Major Donovan.
Sir?

I suggest that all officers
carry sidearms.

The man
we're after has killed
at least one person already.

Don't worry, Tom.
I don't expect
you to carry one.

Tall or short?
Thin or fat?
Light or dark?

That's right.

Do you think this
is some kind of joke?

What I'm trying to
tell you is the son
of a bitch is average.

All right, let's go find
this average son of a bitch.

Oh,
yeah, I'm positive
I remember this guy.

I always remember
the good tippers.

CID has brought
in another witness.

A bellboy
from a hotel
in Annapolis.

Now you can have
two search parties.

That's great news.
We can move twice
as fast.

I'll see to it.

You see, David?
It's all coming
together.

Dear God,
I hope you're right.

All right, down this
corridor. Make it quick.

Let's go.

That ain't him.
I just rented
the guy a sailboat.

All right,
down here.

Give me a break.
Jesus, I'm sick
of this shit.

How much longer?

Oh, Scott,
it's impossible to
search this entire building.

It would take all night.

We have
a shift finishing at
5:00 and one at 6:00.

What do you
suggest we do then?

Let them out through
the mall entrance. We'll
have both witnesses there.

What do you think?

Television.

We haven't been
allowed inside,
Mark,

but we're told there's
a bottleneck of hundreds,

perhaps
thousands of people
waiting to go home.

Those who have been
allowed to leave

say they were
first cleared by
members of the CID.

That's the Criminal
Investigation Division
of Army Intelligence.

Apparently,
there's a search on for
a person who may be a spy,

trapped right now
inside the Pentagon itself.

We will stay here
and follow events
as they develop,

and we'll get back to you
with updates as the story
continues.

Melissa Donaldson,
WCDM, at the Pentagon.

He must have
gotten out past us.

No way.
He's hiding somewhere
in the building.

We'll have to go back
to the room-to-room.

We'll go down to the basement
level, search the situation
room, computer complex.

We'll start at the bottom
and work our way up.
Let's do it.

Jesus.

You're to initial this, sir.
What?

You're to initial this.
What is it?

It's authorization
to release the Atwell
woman's body for burial.

We're down
to about 50 persons
with A positive blood.

How many are men?

Oh, come on.
Nobody told me I had
to sort them out by sex.

Look, I gotta
take a break, man.

Sam, I need
to talk to you.

I have to have your help.

I slowed it up
as much as I could...

I know, but they're gonna
be able to recognize
this picture soon.

There's nothing
more I can do.

They mean to
kill me, Sam.

Tom, you haven't
slept for two days.

I'm telling you the truth.

I don't stand
a chance in hell.

For God sakes, why?

If you didn't have anything
to do with the girl's murder,

why would anybody want...

Brice killed her.

Brice?
She was his mistress.

I thought she
was your girl.
Look.

This?

See this?
"Antique gold box..."

This is a present to Brice
from the Moroccan government.

He gave it to Susan.

It's the only way
I can prove he knew her.

He'll call off the search,
Sam, I know he will.

I see.

Do you believe me?

Well, then... Well, then,
can you insert that into the
State Department's computer?

I could do that.
I know you can,
Sam, but will you?

I'll do whatever
I have to do to
help you.

Then let's do it.

I'm standing there.
There's nothing there, Sam.

If you just
want a piece of paper,
you can type it yourself.

I thought we just print...

The computer is searching
the Protocol list to find
the right place to insert it,

and then it'll
print that out.

All right, how long?

Soon.

All right,
first two on the right,
second two on the left.

Last man
in the doorway.
Nobody in or out.

What's going on here?

We're getting ready
to search in here.

I can see that.
Who told you to
bring them in here?

Nobody. This is the only
major area that hasn't
been covered yet.

All right,
ladies and gentlemen,

we'll be conducting
a search in here and
I ask you all,

please...
Sir, wait.

Oh, Jesus.

It's okay.

I have to change.

Okay,
let's get going.

Don't let anyone pass.

Sam Hesselman.

Look,
I'm sorry to bother you,
but this is over my head.

It's about Commander Farrell.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure
he knows what he's doing.

All right,
I'll meet you.

Please,
don't mention
this to anybody else.

I mean, the reason
I called you was because
I know you're his friend.

You did the right thing.

This door is locked.

Anybody have
a master key out here?

This is Commander Farrell's
office, isn't it?

Yeah, we better
have a look anyway.

Well, tell you what...
There we go.
Maybe this will work.

Nobody here.

Let's get on up the hall here,
gentlemen, and see what else
we can come up with.

Hi.

What's this all about,
Dr. Hesselman?

You have to promise me
that what I tell you
won't go any further.

I feel disloyal
enough as it is.

Of course.

You understand that
Tom is under great
strain.

Yes.

He knew the girl
who was murdered.

They were

very close.

And he thinks that
Secretary Brice
killed her.

Look, I know him.

He's much
more high-strung
than he appears.

And this girl, uh...

I guess he was
in love with her.

And anyway, now he thinks
that somebody wants
to kill him,

and he
asked me to reprogram
the computers and I did it.

But now, uh...

I don't know.
I just don't know.

I see. Where
is Commander Farrell now?

I suppose
he's in his office or
in the computer room.

Thank you.

Son of a bitch.

- Hey! Wait!
- Come back here!

Hold it right there!
Hold it!

Sergeant,
arrest that man.

I'm your superior and I'm
giving you a direct order
to arrest this man.

I have my orders
from Mr. Pritchard...

Do it!

I have my orders from...

Shut up!

Jesus.

And if he resists,
shoot him!
Yes, sir.

Where are you going,
Commander?

You can't go in there.
You can't go in there!

I said you can't
go in there.

Commander, by what right
do you have to come in
here?

Call off the search now.
Lorraine, thank you.

You're not looking
for a Russian spy.

You're looking for somebody
who knows Susan Atwell was
your mistress.

What are you talking about?

You gave her a gold box
that a Moroccan foreign
minister gave to you.

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

Well, you declared it
to the Office of Protocol!

I never declared anything
to the Office of Protocol!
Yeah?

Well, you tell it to
the State's computer.

What?

You tell it
to the computer at
the State Department.

Now pick up the phone
and call off the search now!

Will you just...

Do it, or I swear to God,
I'll nail you to the wall.

Calm down. I'll get
Scott in here, we'll...
Come in, for God's sake.

I'm sorry, Mr. Secretary.
I had to make sure you
were all right.

Yuri must be close.
There's been a murder.

He shot Dr. Hesselman.

Oh, God damn it.

What's happened, Major?

I think we got Yuri cornered.
He's somewhere between here,

Communications and
the officers' gymnasium.

That's very good, Major.
Just continue the search.

You had those apes
kill him, didn't you?

No.

You...
You lying sack of shit.

Tom is the man who
saw you at Susan's.

He's known
about you all along.

Isn't that right?

You know what
that means, David?

If Commander Farrell
is the man who was
with Miss Atwell,

then Commander Farrell
is the man who killed
Miss Atwell.

And we know that the man
who killed Miss Atwell
is Yuri.

Therefore,
Commander Farrell is Yuri,

quod erat demonstrandum.

You murdered
Sam, didn't you?
You're a fucking asshole.

You have no idea what
men of power can do!

You fucking...

Wait! Wait a second.
Scott has been a loyal
and valuable friend.

I let that friendship cloud
my judgment. My actions have
been inexcusable.

Scott! Scott!

Give me the gun.

This is the hardest
thing I've ever had
to do in my life.

But I swear,
I'll do everything
I can to help you out.

Everything!
I'll get you
the best lawyers.

David? He doesn't
have a shred of proof.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

He was fiercely jealous
of Susan. A man like that,
do you understand?

Suppose we had planned
on working late Sunday
night.

I didn't arrive.
He assumed I was
with Susan.

David?

Don't touch me!

He went there looking
for me. They argued.

Well, you can assume
the rest, right?

Just save your breath.

Help me out of this.
Help. Help me out.
Help me out.

Listen, I'll give you
anything you want. I swear.

I'll give you anything
you want. Listen to me,
listen to me. Help me out.

I will give you anything
you want. Just help me
out of this.

You can have
anything you want.

If you go against me on this,
it'll be your word against
mine and I'll win.

David!

Scott!
No!

What's
going on in there?

Mr. Secretary?

Oh!

Oh, my God!

Nelson.

Your search is over, Major.

Is this...

He shot himself.

Anderson.

No, I did not...

Commander,
do I have your answer?

Commander? Sir? Sir,
are you all right, sir?

Give me your pen.
Sir?

You got a pen?
Oh, yes, sir.

Well, give it to me!

I want you to
deliver this.

And I want you
to wake him up
if you have to.

Aye, aye, sir.

Go!

Charlie, come look at this.

Somebody get
Donovan down here.
It's Commander Farrell.

A lot of people
are looking for you.

Then aren't you
the clever ones.

When is he coming out
from behind there?

Perhaps when you've made
certain things clearer
to us.

Well, then,
let's just get to the...

We want to know
what is...

You would've known before!

I told you when I called
that I could not get out
of the Pentagon.

All right, but at least you'll
admit your relationship with
the woman was poorly handled.

I did what I was told!
You wanted me to be her
lover, I was her lover.

I don't see any point
in going on with this!

Yeah, well,
neither do I!

It's been very long for me.

Evgeni Alekseevich,
wouldn't you love to
hear Russian again?

Imagine Pushkin,
Lermontov, Tolstoy.

Solzhenitsyn, Aksenov.

Even then,
always the sense of humor.

In the Philippines, when you
passed the bag of underwear,
Moscow wasn't amused.

I should have acted then.

In any case,
it's not possible for
you to remain United States.

This bizarre incident
has given them their
Yuri.

Evgeni, think, think.

You're a hero
of the Soviet Union.

I'm not a hero.

Be that as it may,
you must return.

I came here.
I thought I owed you that,

but you can't make me go back.

No!

Let him go.

He will return.
Where else does
he have to go?