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FEMALE NARRATOR: "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat,
"or you wouldn't have come here."
SORCERER: I think we may have overstayed our welcome here.
JACK: 20 minutes late.
I don't think our prospective Joe is gonna show up, sport.
We should go.
What are we doing here, Harvey?
What are we doing here?
Well, we're not in this dry rot and rain wash of a city because I like it,
or because it brightens my life any.
We're here because the Goths are at the damn gate.
Plain and simple, and somebody's gotta man the damn gate.
And you're that somebody, Harv?
Yeah, sure. Why not?
Sweet Jesus doesn't see anyone down there.
Should he keep looking?
SORCERER: Oh, my back!
(SWEET JESUS ON RADIO)
SORCERER: What's Sweet Jesus saying?
FALLEN ANGEL: He says it's cold down there.
They say there are 7,000 spies in Berlin,
all ready to put down cold cash for secrets.
Well, maybe we gotta outbid.
FALLEN ANGEL: Be quiet!
He's here!
(KNOCKING AT THE DOOR)
I am Constantine Vishnevsky.
SORCERER: Getting you, your wife and your child
out of East Germany is very complicated.
A lot of people will be asked to jeopardize their lives for you.
A lot of money will be spent to set
you and your family up in the United States.
And what I'm getting tonight, buddy,
just doesn't warrant that expense.
But I... What I gave you...
I could get it for a lot less Sturm und Drang, buddy.
What if I am able to reveal
the identity of a Soviet agent
in Britain's intelligence service, the Ml6?
You got a name?
No.
I know precise date he was debriefed in Stockholm last summer.
And date of debrief in Zurich the previous winter.
I'm gonna need more than that.
With that information, even a child could identify him.
Wait! Wait.
I give you the recording of this Soviet mole's last debrief.
I give you the man's voice.
Surely you can identify the mole from his voice.
Comrade Vishnevsky,
let's talk turkey.
ANGLETON: Since last night, I have been meticulously cross-referencing
Vishnevsky's information from the Sorcerer's.
His bona fides match my information.
ALLEN: Okay, Jim, let's not let this one wriggle off the hook.
I'm already taking care of matters, Allen.
Good. Keep me informed.
Will do.
Have this enciphered poly-alphabetically
and sent to Berlin Station immediately.
Burn the original. Speak to no one.
Yes, sir.
Any spies in the house?
Adrian, take a load off.
Tell me what worlds you've conquered this morning.
You and your damn cards.
How do you keep track of them all?
Well...
Certain cards simply cry out for me.
I am their mother.
A Soviet mole in Ml6. It can't be.
Everything in the Sorcerer's report checked out.
The Sorcerer plans on smuggling
Vishnevsky and his family into West Berlin tomorrow night.
KGB won't even know he's missing
till we have the tape in hand.
Give us the mole's name and we'll draw and quarter the bastard.
You'll have to keep this under wraps for a bit, Adrian.
I can hardly believe this,
but Vishnevsky seems bloody legitimate to me, James.
The more valuable the real information,
the bigger the potential deception.
True genius, as Churchill taught us,
resides in the capacity to evaluate conflicting information.
You, Jimbo, have true genius.
No, it's true. You have that unique skill to find patterns
within what seems like conflicting trivia
and useless pieces of information.
And patterns, as every spy worth his salt grasps,
are the shells of conspiracy.
Deceptions within deceptions,
moves behind moves.
But don't get lost in the wilderness of mirrors, Mother.
I forget to whom I speak.
Never too lost to enjoy a few martinis.
The magic words.
JACK: Vishnevsky.
He hemmed and hawed his way through his biography
and you put the screws to him.
God, Harvey, what...
What do you have in that cooler?
Slivovitz.
I drink what my health report
describes as a toxic level of alcohol.
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Okay, let's play this one out.
Let's say Vishnevsky is a disinformation agent.
He'd be programed to give us his history, chapter and verse,
without sounding like he made it up.
Does that have to be on?
Prying ears, sport.
Bugs have been found.
How do we know the KGB isn't one step ahead,
that they programed Vishnevsky
to hem and haw his way through the legend?
My nose didn't twitch.
My nose always twitches when I sniff a phony.
And if Vishnevsky is a black agent?
Even if we know the defector is a double agent,
we play the game as if we don't know.
We use the false information the Russians are giving us against them.
Plus we use some disinformation of our own.
It's a delicate game, isn't it?
More than you know.
But in order to be a player you gotta
cross over into the "wilderness of mirrors."
Angleton's words, not mine.
What if I don't want to?
You already have.
(COXSWAIN SHOUTING)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(BELL CLANGING)
(ALL CHEERING)
YEVGENY: Leo, Jack, you did it!
GIRL: Congratulations!
LEO: Hello. Hi. Hi.
Who the devil was that?
Yevgeny Tsipin, thief of raccoon coat as well as girlfriends.
She's slipping away.
LEO: You, me, Yevgeny,
we're gonna be going our separate ways in a few weeks.
Well, all good things must come to an end.
Right now, let's relish the moment.
Can an ex-coach buy you a drink?
I think so.
I'd like to discuss a very promising
proposition for two champions.
So, are you a Stalinist or a Marxist, Yevgeny?
I'm neither. I'm a Tolstoyist.
And who knows what that means?
Well, Tolstoy spent most of his life
searching for a unifying theory,
a single key that would unlock every door.
Booze?
(LAUGHING)
A universal explanation
for our poverty, our politics, our passions, economics.
My parents were chased out of Russia by the Bolsheviks,
and here I am rooming with one.
You know, that is very insulting, Leo.
It's very insulting.
I am not a Bolshevist... Bolshevik.
What I am is... I'm drunk.
One final toast.
To all the good talks we've had along this river
when we probably should've been studying for exams.
This is probably the last of our talks, gents,
and Stella.
YEVGENY: The troika!
Troika.
Troika.
WISNER: The Truman Doctrine of 1947
promised that America would aid free peoples everywhere
in the struggle against totalitarianism.
The principal instrument of American foreign policy in that struggle
is the Central Intelligence Agency.
Make no mistake about it, Western civilization is under attack.
It is a war of attrition,
and a very thin line of patriots mans the ramparts.
Who will remain standing the longest?
Class of '46. Skull and Bones.
Elliott Ebbitt III. Call me Ebby.
Jack McAuliffe, Leo Kritzky, class of '50.
How'd you know we were Yale?
Please.
So, how'd you two get tapped?
Our crew coach.
You?
OSS in the war.
We need men and women who are aggressive,
willing to take risks,
who can plunge into the unknown
without worrying how to get back out.
There are no textbooks on spying.
You make it up as you go along.
And the real world of espionage is less glamorous
and a lot more dangerous than any fiction writer can imagine.
It's a lifetime of secrets, of
counter-moves and deception.
Those who do not want to enter this world
can leave now without embarrassment.
To those who choose to stay, welcome to the Company.
SORCERER: ln my experience, Russians are always
late for meetings and early for defections.
if Vishnevsky is blown, Harvey,
the safe house could be blown.
Yeah, I know that, sport.
That's why my nose is twitching to beat the band.
(MIMICKING GUNFIRE)
You want to stop that? Yes, okay, yes.
(CUCKOO CLOCK CHIMING)
Pack up. Move out.
Sweet Jesus picked up the dog!
FALLEN ANGEL: That means trouble.
Police. Let's disappear.
Yeah, disappearing sounds good.
SORCERER: Damn!
(WOMAN SHOUTING)
SORCERER: Come on. FALLEN ANGEL: My radio!
Leave the damn radio.
That oughta slow the bastards down.
(GRUNTING)
Damn crap-piss holster!
Only the ones in uniform.
MAN: Not to shoot! SORCERER: Hold your fire, Jack!
MAN: Not to shoot! Not to shoot! I'm KGB!
KGB is not on the menu.
They don't shoot at us, we don't shoot at them.
MAN: I know it is you, Torriti!
Drop your weapon!
Now, can anyone, anyone on my payroll, tell me how that happened?
Vishnevsky now has a rendezvous
with a bullet in the back of his skull.
His wife and kid will probably spend
the rest of their lives in a labor camp.
Vishnevsky counted on me to get him out and I didn't do it.
How come every asset we try and pull in
winds up in front of a firing squad?
And why is all the information we're getting garbage?
And how come the KGB knows more about
what we're doing than we do?
Why? I'll tell you why.
'Cause we're being jerked around by a damn mole!
Do you believe the Sorcerer, Jimbo?
I believe he believes it.
if the leak really was on the Company's end,
the mole in Ml6 would have to have heard it
from the Deputy Director of Operations
or the DCI himself.
It's a handful of very powerful people.
Do you know what you're saying?
if he does exist, I will find that mole.
Believe me.
Well, use caution when shaking those corridors of power, Jimbo.
Pavel, you honor us with your presence.
My son, I would like you to meet
an old friend of your mother's, Pavel Zhilov.
It is a shame that a tragedy should bring you home
from your studies in America.
Your father is very proud.
Thank you, Comrade Zhilov.
Starik, to my friends.
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
STARIK: I remember how your mother loved to read.
Dostoyevsky was her favorite.
She seemed like a character straight from one of his books,
the way she would spit over her shoulder for good luck.
Or the way she would always sit on her...
Suitcase before every voyage.
What did your father tell you about me?
Only that I would be foolish not to come here today.
And I'm glad you came.
I would like you to do something for me, Yevgeny.
Speak to me plainly and openly
about a subject that holds a great fascination for me,
America.
America is a...
America is a country filled with a great people.
I have a great affection for America.
I cannot ignore their faults or their shortcomings.
Americans are trapped
in a system
which brings out the worst in them.
They are raised to believe that democracy is the ideal,
yet they turn a blind eye to the 25 million Americans
that go to bed hungry every night.
STARIK: Your American English is impeccable.
You went to high school in New York City,
then to Yale.
Your mother taught you English,
as well as German and French.
You have an aptitude for languages.
Your grades at Yale were of the highest order.
You were popular, you made friends.
Your "troika," as you called it,
included Jack McAuliffe and Leo Kritzky.
How do you know that?
It was I who positioned your father at the United Nations.
And it was I who made sure you got into Yale.
I am a general in the KGB, Yevgeny.
Your father was a spy.
He worked for me.
ln the KGB, we are idealists.
We believe the Soviet way of life is worth fighting for.
We believe that all should be equal,
without poverty, crime, racist hatred.
Without all the things that make America the grotesque giant it is.
And your ability to pass for an American
makes you an absolutely unique soldier in this war.
Will you follow in your father's footsteps?
ln the footsteps of men who carve out history from blank stone?
Yevgeny Tsipin,
I offer you a chance to enlist in the ranks
of those who promote the genius
and the generosity of the human spirit.
Will you fight this battle by my side?
LEO: Deskwork doesn't do much for the stamina.
JACK: We've still got it, Leo.
So, the Sorcerer's caused a hell of an uproar
in the halls of power, hasn't he?
Somebody tipped off the KGB
about the Vishnevsky defection.
Wisner told me Mother isn't convinced there is a leak.
And if there is, it's coming from the Berlin side.
That's impossible.
There's me, Ebby,
and a shop full of young true believers in the Western Sector.
Yeah.
Well, it has to be coming from somewhere.
Chaps in my department believe
Vishnevsky's claim to be rubbish, of course,
but the whole affair has caused
a bit of a shaking down of the tree.
So, we'll see if any bad apples fall out.
ALLEN: Thank you, Adrian.
James, anything?
Who is that young man behind you, Frank?
You've met Leo Kritzky half a dozen times, Jim.
He's sharp as a tack.
Yes, but what is he doing here?
Colby is breaking him in as his future right-hand man.
Leo's one of us.
Mmm.
Angleton scare you, Kritzky?
He should.
Bite's worse than his bark.
I've conducted a thorough search here.
I hope you haven't been poking your nose into my phone records, James.
Your records are clean, Frank,
as are everyone else's in the room.
Good Lord, James.
You have us followed, too?
It is my opinion that our house is clean.
The alleged mole in Ml6 is, I suspect, an apparition.
Conclusion: the defection was blown by a leak
somewhere in Berlin.
Son of a bitch!
if that's the way Mother wants to play it, fine, I'm game.
I'm gonna find that mole, sport.
Oh, by the way,
here is your first fully-fledged asset to handle.
(GERMAN SWING MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHILDREN SHOUTING)
(CHILD SOBBING)
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
(GRUNTS)
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
You are old for a ballet student.
How'd you know I spoke English?
Americans have a certain walk.
How do I walk?
With false confidence, as if you own the world.
You must be Rainbow.
I find the name fitting.
You may call me Lili.
You were not followed?
You may turn.
Please.
Give that to your boss,
see if he thinks we are worth the effort.
It's still warm.
What is it?
Herr Professor worked all night on it.
Who's this Professor? Your lover?
if you follow me, or try to find out where I live,
I will end all contact.
I will not identify Herr Professor, not ever.
if your boss likes what's on the silk,
you may meet me here every Thursday.
SORCERER: This is the damn mother lode, sport!
Rainbow's Professor sent us plain text copies of messages
from East German higher-ups and their Soviet bosses in Moscow,
messages we intercepted, encrypted.
This code meant nothing until we got this piece of silk.
We cracked a code, gentlemen.
We cracked a damn code!
Down the hatch.
You did good.
You did real good.
You know, there's an old Russian proverb that says
you're supposed to wash the bear without getting its fur wet.
That's what I want you to do with this ballet dancer of yours.
Find out who Rainbow is, where she lives
and who this Professor is.
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
STARIK: The successful agent is invariably one
w£o has mastered the art of thinking conventionally.
That is, thinking as a member of the other side,
of the principal adversary.
(GROANS)
And then that agent systematically
challenges the conventional thinking
to develop alternatives
that will take the principal adversary by complete surprise.
This is how you will succeed, Yevgeny.
This will be your weapon.
(GRUNTING)
(GUN FIRING)
SERAFIMA: With your new identity,
you must part your hair differently,
walk differently, wear your wallet in a different pocket.
You may even make love differently.
I have a question.
AGRIPPINA: Yes? SERAFIMA: Yes?
Which one of you is older?
The peasants say that bee stings can alleviate rheumatism.
(GIRLS SHOUTING)
Quietly, girls!
Your daughters?
Nieces.
How many?
A man can never have too many nieces.
They keep me feeling young.
Enough. Enough.
I'm starting to prefer the idea of rheumatism to bee stings.
I have been told by my people
that the Pentagon thinks there will be a war with the Soviet Union.
They even have predicted a starting date.
First of July, 1056.
I don't believe that.
Our information is good.
America doesn't have the appetite for another world war,
let alone an atomic one.
I mean, they are foolish and greedy, yes, but not insane.
Americans are very good at self-preservation.
As usual, your insight is invaluable, Yevgeny.
When do I go to the United States?
Soon.
Soon enough.
But for now, try to enjoy yourself.
There are many influential Party people
here today with their families.
if you catch them drunk and speaking too much,
you may learn things that will be of use in the future.
(CHILDREN CHATTERING)
AZALIA: I dislike summer so very much.
Why would anyone dislike summer?
You must excuse me if I have awaked you.
I think that it's "awakened you."
Awakened you.
Yeah.
Thank you.
Why would someone dislike summer?
For the reason that it is too short.
I am Azalia, Azalia Ivanova.
Yevgeny. Nice to meet you.
Are you here with your husband?
(CHUCKLES)
No, I have come with my roommate.
She is the daughter of Comrade Khrushchev.
They are talking about boring Party subjects.
And I was told you speak English.
I lust to practice my English, Yevgeny.
ls that correct?
Yes, that's correct.
I lust as well, Azalia.
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
That's a ticket to Giselle.
Markova is dancing.
Hey, Lili, no strings attached, right?
It's just a thank you for all the risks
you've been putting yourself through.
Come on, we'll watch the ballet,
and then I'll buy you one beer,
and afterwards you can duck like a spider
back to your crack in the wall.
I am tempted, Jack-in-the-box.
I have heard Alicia Markova defies gravity.
Well, I'll be waiting in front of the opera house for you.
if you show, you show.
if you don't, well...
I will not show.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
AZALIA: My mother and father disappeared in 1041 .
The authorities notified me of their deaths,
but I have no further information.
I am compiling names of those who disappeared,
the many millions who have vanished.
Jews, Gypsies, undesirables,
all gone without a whisper.
Stalin is worse even than Hitler.
A list like that could get you killed, Azalia.
Don't be foolish.
(CHUCKLES)
Azalia,
what would you think if I told you
that I might be going away for a while?
For how long?
Perhaps a very long time.
I should be very upset, Yevgeny.
Every time you call me on the telephone,
my heart races.
I can feel it in your voice,
the longing in your words.
That's because every time I leave you,
part of my soul stays in your possession.
Next Sunday my roommate will be away.
I want you to come to my apartment.
I want to possess all of you now.
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
I am here, Jackstraw.
I knew you'd show.
Come on, let's see if this Markova woman defies gravity.
What's with all these Jackisms lately?
Herr Professor has a dictionary
of English slang that I study in my free time.
There are many Jackisms, as you say, to choose from.
I never know who you are going to be each time we meet.
Dashing Jack. Clever Jack. Spy Jack.
Laughing Jack?
Which are you?
Loving Jack.
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
LILI: How did you get here, Jack?
Doing this kind of work?
And not a suave Jack answer, the real answer.
There are some Americans
who understand that we are in a life-and-death crisis with the communists.
When it's over, only one side will survive.
I've been asked to join the battle.
And you believe this?
We're in a war, Lili.
And even though it's a cold one, it is no less deadly.
I believe that in my soul.
How much do you believe it?
Are you willing to perish for this cause?
Or are you able to return
to your safe American world of comfort
whenever you please?
I may seem like the cocky American
who walks like he owns the world,
but that doesn't mean I don't have strong convictions
about the future of this world.
What are you afraid of?
I cannot know you.
I warned you of this.
if you get too close, if you try to find out who I am,
or who the Professor is, you will never see me again.
JACK: Rainbow's real name is Helga Agnes Mittag de la Fuente.
Her parents were Spanish and German.
Her mother was arrested for spying
for the Republicans in the Spanish Civil War
and she was sent to the firing squad.
What about Sniper?
Herr Professor?
Real name, Ernst Loffler.
Teaches theoretical physics at the Humboldt institute.
Before the war, Sniper hung out
with Max Planck and Albert Einstein.
A theoretical physicist!
Wait till the Wiz hears about that.
Oh, do me a favor, sport.
Put a teardrop in Sniper's wall.
That will be tricky.
There's an old woman that lives below them and she never goes out.
So kill her.
JACK: We can't just kill somebody, Harvey.
We're the good guys, remember?
Can't you Yale guys take a joke?
Lure her out of the house, whatever.
FALLEN ANGEL: You are one of a small group of people
chosen by the Ministry of Public Health.
You will have a free medical examination.
You will get new pills to alleviate your arthritis.
How did you know I had arthritis?
We have chart, madam.
And you will be given a new radio at the end of the exam.
Okay!
(LILI AND PROFESSOR SPEAKING)
YEVGENY: Please leave us, girls.
You are to leave for America within days.
Within days?
ls that not what you wanted?
Of course.
It's just that it's...
It's complicated.
Are you are actually considering a Jewish girl
over the career I have shaped for you,
crafted since you were a boy?
Are you going to give up everything you have learned here,
all that you can do for Mother Russia
for a zhidovka?
I love her.
Zhidovka or not.
Your ability to love this Jewish girl,
the luxury to even have this freedom,
is only possible because men like your father,
your grandfather, and men like me, have provided it for you,
have sacrificed,
have spilled blood and had their own blood spilled.
Now it's time for your sacrifice, Yevgeny Tsipin,
for you to be a soldier,
and a man.
I don't know what to do.
It is your choice, Yevgeny.
A life of simple domesticity
with a woman who will never allow you to rise in the Party ranks,
or a life of changing the world.
So, do you still dislike summer so very much?
I'm learning to like this summer.
But it still is not lasting long enough.
Maybe today can last the rest of summer.
I would like that
very, very much.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
I'm Eugene, Eugene Dodgson.
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
What do you see when you watch yourself?
My faults.
Only my faults.
This must be always the frontier of our intimacy.
We can go no further.
Herr Professor lets you take too many risks.
I would never let that happen if you were mine.
I owe him my life.
Why?
What happened?
When the Russian soldiers came through Germany
on drunken rampages...
I was 15.
That's when I met Herr Professor.
He showed me that life was worth living again.
I cannot leave.
JACK: Come with me, Lili.
I need you.
You do not need me as much as he needs me.
Why? Without me...
Without you, what?
Without you, what?
Without me, Herr Professor cannot survive.
SORCERER: He's new?
My shabbas goy, Hamlet.
He turns on the lights, answers the phone
and kills people for me on Saturdays.
I didn't know you were so religious, Ezra.
I am a protector of my people, Harvey.
I want to save the Jews from Stalin.
ln that sense, I'm very religious.
But you do believe in God?
Certainly not.
I believe in an eye for an eye.
The Mossad manual.
There's been a leak.
Maybe one of your shabbas goys
Harvey, everyone here has walked through fire.
Hamlet is missing all the fingernails of his right hand.
They were extracted by KGB pliers.
Keep your yarmulke on.
I'm just checking all the angles.
There's a Soviet mole in the higher echelons of Ml6.
We share everything with the British cousins. Everything!
Don't I know it.
How can your rabbi help?
That's why I'm here. I need some advice.
Head to the source, Harvey.
You still have connections with the Brits from the war.
Go to London.
And bring a barium meal.
You look fit and fat all at once, Harvey.
Are you?
Both and neither. You?
I'm suffering from a touch of that aristocratic malady, gout.
Plus a persistent buzzing in my left ear which refuses to go away
until I drown it out with another loud buzzing.
You wired, Elihu?
Afraid so, Harv.
Friends are friends, but I have to cover my ass.
ln two years' time, I shall be retiring.
After your phone call, I'm very much afraid
I shall have neither pension nor retirement.
You have my sympathies.
Harvey, you realize what you're implying?
I'm not implying, Elihu. It's fact.
There's a mole inside Ml6, and it's the Russian kind.
Years ago, there was a rumor floating around about a mole,
code name Parsifal.
Supposedly trained in his youth by a KGB agent known to us as Starik.
Rumor or fact?
You know what they say about rumors, Harvey.
They're all true.
Parsifal, huh?
if this Parsifal has succeeded in surviving all these years,
he must be a master of deception.
How can I possibly help you?
Barium meals.
Barium meals?
Yeah, it's a drink they give you when you go for an X-ray.
It shows up anything that might be floating around inside.
I know what a barium meal is, Harvey.
But how does it pertain to Parsifal?
I'm gonna send each of my suspects in the Vishnevsky leak
a juicy piece of information about an ongoing secret operation.
He'll think that this operation is being sent
to many people along the pipeline.
Yeah, but you'll just send it to one person.
Yeah, brilliant, Harvey, quite brilliant.
You can't feed this Parsifal any old junk.
He'll know the difference.
I know.
Has to be a real operation.
An ongoing secret operation.
But it has to come from you, Elihu.
Oh, no, Harvey. Please.
Two years.
Two years and I'll be drinking and daydreaming.
Just release the memo.
Today.
(AMERICAN POP MUSIC PLAYING)
Harvey, you need to get some rest.
No, I can't. I'm waiting for a phone call.
From whom?
I don't know whom, but my nose will twitch.
I'll man the phone.
No, no, no. It's gotta be me.
Why?
I sent out my last barium meal to my prime suspect.
To wit, I know the identity of the Soviet mole inside Ml6
who betrayed the Vishnevsky defection.
ln which case, my prime suspect will contact his Russian handlers,
and then they, in turn, will do everything they can to either kidnap or kill me.
I thought the KGB didn't do that to us, we don't do that to them.
No, this is a special occasion.
They'll do everything they can to protect their mole.
if I'm offed, Jack, it means my barium meal hit the target,
and my prime suspect is confirmed.
Doesn't do us a lot of good if you're dead.
Well, I've left instructions in the safe should I pass away.
And don't open it till I'm dead.
And don't bury me.
Just scatter my ashes in a whorehouse or something.
(SIGHS)
What's on your mind?
It's Lili.
She hasn't been to the studio all week.
Doors are locked.
She hasn't tried to contact me.
She'll turn up.
That's it? She'll turn up?
What if she's hurt, Harvey? What if the East Germans have her?
They don't.
How do you know? Because we've been careful.
Haven't we?
Listen to me, McAuliffe.
You can woo her, you can screw her,
you can do whatever you need to do
to make her whisper sweet secrets in your ear,
but don't fall in love with her.
That way lies madness.
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
Why, yes.
Yes, I'm very interested in meeting this person.
WOMAN: Herr7·rr··?
ln the flesh, my darling.
You are liking what you see,
we are meeting again and performing exchange.
My letters, your 25,000 American dollars.
Looks like we have a deal.
Where and when?
Here, tomorrow Nacht.
You comprehend?
I comprehend, madam.
(CHUCKLES)
Tomorrow Nacht it is.
if anything's going to happen, it's going to be now.
SORCERER: Coming out.
(GUNS FIRING)
Drop your weapon!
That was the ambush, Harvey?
That was amateur hour.
(SIRENS BLARING)
Where the hell did they come from?
You are having trouble?
Shoot them, sport.
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
Let's skedaddle.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Phony cops save you from a phony mugging.
"Go, get in the car," they say, "for your own safety."
Sure, why not? You got no reason not to trust them.
And then whoosh! Nobody sees you again in the Western Sector.
The good news is
I can now identify the Soviet mole in Ml6 without a shadow of a doubt.
I'm gonna nail that bastard.
PHILIP: Ike and I have been friends for 20 years.
I had his office check you out, young man,
and you don't work for the State Department.
Sir, I came here to ask for your blessing, not to quibble.
I don't think inquiring about the prospects of a man
who wants to marry my daughter is quibbling.
Especially when he lies about his work.
Especially when he works at the "pickle factory."
The what factory?
Cockroach Alley, the Company.
I'm sorry, sir. I'm not following...
The CIA, Mr. Kritzky!
That's where you spend your days.
I want you to know that your daughter has been
a bright ray of sunlight in my gloomy days at the office.
She makes me happy. I look forward to being with her,
and I'm in love with her, sir.
Do you love him, honey?
I do, Daddy. I really do.
Because you know how I feel about mixed marriages, Adelle.
Daddy, please.
Nothing against the Jewish people, Mr. Kritzky.
It's just that I feel that Saxon Protestants should marry their own kind,
and that Jewish boys should marry Jewish girls.
Well, when you get right down to it, sir, all marriages are mixed.
One male, one female.
(SCOFFS)
I can tell you one thing, Kritzky,
your taste in mates is better than my daughter's.
That's the truth, sir.
Oh, Daddy, thank you.
I knew you'd like him.
STARIK: My dear Yevgeny,
by now you are established within our principal adversary's homeland.
You are the most vital piece of this great game at this time.
You will be activated several times a year,
sometimes not at all for several months.
Be patient.
I will never contact you again this way,
but you will always feel my guiding hand.
Be brave, be clever,
and you will someday come home a hero of Mother Russia.
(WOMAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(WOMAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
This is Eugene. Who's this?
WOMAN: That is not important.
I am only to tell you how to contact and deliver necessary items
to a man named Parsifal.
Go to dead drop six, Thursday at 3:00 p.m.,
with bag and place on park bench next to you.
Wait there till you are met.
After, go to Georgetown University Law Library at precisely 3:45 p.m.
Go to Blackstone's Commentary of Laws of England,
and remove Volume 4 from shelf.
Within it will be address and telephone number for Parsifal,
and a calling card of sorts.
I saw your ad in the Washington Post
for a 1923 model, a Duesenberg.
I was wondering
if I could take a look at it tomorrow around 5:00 p.m.
(DOOR BELL RINGING)
Starik must be combing the preparatory schools for his spies these days.
My working name is Eugene.
American, are you?
No.
Starik sends gifts.
These'll do at a pinch.
Oh, good, good.
Oh, and listen, I've heard news
that the head of the Berlin Station is on to the fact that I exist.
He may even know my identity, which could be a problem.
Bloody big problem.
I'll pass it along. What's his name?
Harvey Torriti.
He's known as the Sorcerer.
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Where have you been? I thought the KGB had you, Lili.
I'm sorry, Jack. There was no way of getting word to you.
if you had been arrested...
We had to go to Dresden for a funeral.
Herr Professor's brother died suddenly.
There was no possibility for me to tell you in time.
I thought the worst.
I can't lose you, Lili.
Then do not lose me.
LILI: The moment I treasure most is when I wake from a heavy sleep
and do not know where I am.
For a few delicious seconds, I am in a huge void free of gravity.
At such moments I dance
as I have never been able to before.
That is what it is like when I am with you.
What are we gonna do, Lili?
We will keep playing the game, Jack, until the game is over.
(WOMAN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(MAN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(WOMAN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(PHONE RINGING)
A letter has been attached to back of garbage bin
behind stores at Elm and 4th Streets.
I would like to speak more with you
but have been instructed not to.
(SIGHS)
Do me a favor. Speak Russian to me.
It has been so long since I heard the mother tongue in this vile country.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
? I was a humdrum person
? Leading a life apart
? When love flew in through my window wide
? And quickened my humdrum heart
? Love flew in through my window
? I was so happy then ?
Jack McAuliffe! Jacko!
Borisov, Vanka Borisov, the European crew championship, Munich.
I was rowing stroke in a Russian coxed four.
Oh, yeah!
You and me and Leo Kritzky,
we fell crazy in love with three Australian peacenik sisters,
and we drank and screwed until sunrise.
Of course, Borisov!
I'm sorry. What are you doing in Berlin?
(ORDERING IN GERMAN)
I'm at the Soviet Import-Export Commission.
We conduct trade negotiations with the German Democratic Republic.
What about yourself, Jacko?
I landed a soft job with the State Department. Cheers!
The only thing better than a soft job is a soft woman, huh, Jacko?
Did you ever get to the States to,
"Screw the peace and freedom loving women of Colorado," I believe you said.
I don't know how you came up with Colorado.
I saw photos of Colorado in a banned copy of Life magazine.
Beautiful country.
I think they must have beautiful women. Da?
Probably. I've never been to Colorado.
And I never got to the US.
Tell me something, Jack.
What's a lot of money over there?
Well, it depends on the person's tastes.
I mean, if they have expensive tastes,
if they have to have a Cadillac and all that...
Let's say, for the sake of argument, they have expensive tastes.
ls $25,000 a lot of dough over there?
$50,000?
It's a good amount.
Tell me, Jack, what do you make at the...
What was it again? State Department?
I make $6,000 a year, Borisov.
I see.
And what if someone were to come to you, right here, right now,
and offer you 150,000 bucks in cash?
ln exchange for what?
ln exchange for the odd piece of information.
if the amount is not enough, we can negotiate, Jack.
Please, Jack.
You're in the great game now, as am I.
And in the game, all is negotiable.
All is possible. Everything. Anything.
It's always good to see an old crew buddy.
But if we run into each other again, Borisov,
(GROANS)
things might not be so pleasant.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
EPSTEIN: Nothing but scraps and tidbits, I'm afraid. Just as I expected.
They've covered them up very well.
There are a few damning pieces there, though.
After what you told me, I'm now disinclined to trust him.
You're absolutely right.
We have a mole in Ml6.
Spill it.
There's a marriage, an early marriage to a communist wife,
divorced two years later.
A fact that nobody seems to remember.
He takes great pains to hide that marriage.
It's not enough.
Before he became the head of the Soviet Division and liaison to the CIA,
he checked every book and every file on the Soviet Union
in Ml5's classified library.
Did it strike you as strange?
Especially since he was running the South American desk at the time.
Do I even have to inquire what's in that envelope
you're so subtly pulling out of your pocket?
It's another barium meal. Oh, no, no, Harvey.
This one is dripping in juice, Elihu. It's my last one.
if he takes the bait, we've nailed him.
if you're so certain of his identity,
why do you have to put me through all this?
I need proof positive before I crucify this turncoat.
Otherwise he'll just wriggle away.
Perhaps you can also supply me with a short length of rope
so I can hang myself when all of this goes horribly wrong.
Just release the damn memo, will you?
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(GIRLS GIGGLING)
Go ahead, sir.
(PHILIP LAUGHING)
Well, still sticking to your story, Kritzky,
that you're working for the State Department?
PRESIDENT: Who is it out there, Phil?
That clown who up and proposed to my daughter, Mr. President.
He's got your daily briefing here in his hand.
Must be rising up in the ranks of the Company pretty quickly, sir.
PRESIDENT: Kritzky? Well, don't let him stand out there, Phil.
Send the poor sap in.
Son of a bitch.
ANGLETON: What I am doing is I'm breeding a hybrid orchid known as a the cattleya cross.
It comes in a rainbow of colors.
I plan on naming it after my wife, Cicely.
That chair will never hold your weight, Harvey.
Your horticulture lesson is very interesting, Jim.
Well, crossing orchids is a very long, very tedious process,
not unlike the business of counterespionage.
You don't say. I do say.
It can take 12 months just to develop the seedpod,
and then another 12 months for that pod to sprout even an inch or two.
The eventual flowering, if there even is a flowering,
can take five years.
Counterespionage is like that.
It requires the patience of a saint, which you, Harvey, do not have.
I'm here to tell you that I'm going to the Director
to lay out my case against your pal, Philby.
Adrian?
What case?
He blew the Vishnevsky defection, for one thing.
He's a Soviet spy, Jim.
Has been since the early '30s.
You are joking.
I don't joke about traitors.
It's rubbish.
Rubbish. I've known Adrian for 15 years.
He's been vetted a dozen times, and you know that, Harvey.
And you know there are ways around a lie detector test.
The Russians are masters at beating them.
You're not serious about this.
I'm as serious as a $5 whore.
Serious enough to fly across the Atlantic overnight, sitting on a mailbag.
Adrian Kim Philby is working for the KGB.
As the Company's counter-intelligence honcho,
I thought it was only fair that you be warned.
And on top of that, I think we should take precautions
to make sure Philby doesn't fly the coop.
Are you hearing me on this, Jim?
Take precautions.
You'll only make a fool of yourself, Harvey.
I've got the son of a bitch by the balls.
(PHONE RINGING)
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
YEVGENY: So, do you still dislike summer so very much?
It's you.
Yeah, it's me, Azalia.
Yevgeny.
(AZALIA SIGHING)
I thought you were gone forever from my life.
I thought the worst, that I would never see you again.
That...
That you would disappear, like my parents.
No, I'm alive, Azalia.
I'm well,
(SNIFFS)
and I miss you.
But
where are you, Yevgeny?
Why did you not say goodbye?
I'm sorry.
I can tell you nothing
other than that I'm doing my duty,
and I long to be with you.
OPERATOR: Please deposit 25 cents.
I have to go.
But at least tell me where you are, at least that.
So I can see you in my mind and know you are safe.
America.
I'm in America.
(LINE DISCONNECTS)
(SOFTLY) America.
(CROWD APPLAUDING)
(ALL CHEERING)
Thanks for coming, buddy.
Wouldn't have missed it for the world.
She's beautiful.
JACK: Where the hell did you find her?
She found me, I think. She found me when no one else could.
The hours I've been working, I feel like a coal miner.
I never see the light of day, and then she came along.
I'm happy for you. I'm really happy.
Maybe I'll settle down someday.
Maybe it'll snow in hell.
No. Oh, come on, buddy.
This party is gonna carry on after we go.
There are lots of single girls here.
Oh, I'm on a short leash.
Have to get back to Berlin to handle my asset.
I thought the Sorcerer was in D.C.
He doesn't want me tagging along after him like a little lost duckling.
I'm heading out tonight.
Oh, I see, poor Jack has to go back
to his long-legged ballet dancerlasset, the Rainbow.
Tough life.
Leo. Honey, everyone's waiting.
I'm coming.
Starting to be tough.
Hey, what's that look?
What look?
That love look.
Come on.
It's all over your face, buddy.
You see?
Come on, stay for a bit.
We'll go rowing in a couple of days. You can tell me all about it.
No, I'm on the 11:00 p.m. airmail charter to Berlin.
Come on, you got a honeymoon to think of.
Yeah, if that's what you want to call it.
Two nights at the Hay-Adams.
I'll be back at work on Monday.
Hey, we all gotta make some sacrifices, buddy.
There's a war on, a cold one.
So I've heard.
Leo, let's go.
(GIGGLING)
Don't worry, Jack. I'll take good care of him.
(LADIES WHOOPING)
(DOORBELL RINGING)
I didn't order anything.
Yes, you did.
ANGLETON: Who is it, Adrian?
Just a liquor delivery, James.
Didn't want it to run out on us, did we?
There's instructions inside.
Keep the change, old boy.
(SIGHS)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(WOMAN SPEAKING GERMAN ON TAPE)
Hello, Jack.
Your tradecraft is excellent.
Borisov.
We know you always come by here, but we lose you after that.
Every time, we lose you. How do you do it?
Don't make a mistake, Jack. We just want to talk.
(EXHALES)
Talk about what?
The girl.
Who is she?
I wish there was a girl, Borisov.
Where does she live?
We saw you with her at the restaurant, then again at the opera.
Who is she?
It was the ballet.
(BORISOV GROANING)
(GRUNTING)
(GUNS FIRING)
Come again to East Berlin and we will kill you, Jack!
Do you hear me? We will kill you!
(SIGHS)
At least have Doc Patterson check you out.
I'm fine.
Maybe you can give me a hand with something, then.
if you're feeling all fine and dandy.
What have you got?
It's these transcripts from the teardrop in Sniper's flat.
What about them?
I compared the surveillance tapes with the information we got from Rainbow's silk.
And?
There are some minor discrepancies.
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
How do you know our real names?
Why do you risk coming here before the arranged time?
Because what I have to say can't wait, Helga.
Your Professor, your supposed savior, has betrayed you.
He works for the KGB. He's what we call a disinformation agent.
Giving us variations of the truth and trying to get us to spin our wheels,
and send us in the wrong direction.
The silk I gave you was filled with valuable items. You read it, Jack.
Leftovers from a lousy meal.
All the good stuff was edited out.
How could you know this?
We bugged your apartment.
We have a microphone in your apartment.
The Professor was speaking with another scientist colleague the other night.
When you left the room, they traded secrets with each other,
none of which ended up on the silk.
I must leave.
Lili, you don't understand.
It's over.
Now, I have a truck around the corner.
It has a compartment we can hide you in.
We need to get you out of the Soviet Sector now, for good.
I cannot leave, Jack. I cannot.
The Professor used you.
He is a Soviet agent. Wake up!
But I am awake, Jack. It is not...
I am awake.
It is not Herr Professor who is a Soviet agent, it's me.
(PANTING)
I have betrayed him. I have betrayed you.
The KGB found out that we were giving you information.
To this day I do not know how.
They told me that Ernst would be tried for high treason and shot.
They said I would never dance again because they would...
Because they would break my kneecaps.
God, Lili.
They promised Ernst would not be hurt if...
if you delivered disinformation to me.
They said it was the only way out.
I took the silk to the KGB, who would edit the information.
I would give the new silk to you at the studio.
After each meeting, I was forced to write a report about everything.
They know your identity, Jack.
Borisov.
They tried to kill me to keep...
Of course.
It was a charade to make me trust you even more, wasn't it?
They swore to me you would not be hurt.
(SCOFFS)
They did not tell me what they were planning to do.
I wanted to die, Jack.
(SOBBING)
Did you tell them that you're in love with me?
Are you even in love with me, Lili?
Are you that good?
I love you more than anything in this world, Jack.
Lili, if he loves you, if he truly loves you,
he would want you to save yourself.
You could save us, Jack.
You could save us. You could take us both.
Yeah. No, it's too risky. It won't work.
We can meet tonight at 7:00, when the crowds will be thick. It could work!
(PANTING)
Don't do this to me.
It must work.
It is the only way.
Then we can be together always, Jack.
Don't do this to me, Lili.
Please.
Tonight at 7:00, my dearest.
SORCERER: Mother himself knows that there is a KGB agent
somewhere inside the British Intelligence community.
Jim knows that this agent, code named Parsifal,
was supposedly recruited and trained in Spain during the Spanish Civil War
by none other than the Soviet case officer known only as Starik.
Your point?
Philby was on assignment for the London Times
during the Spanish Civil War, Allen.
James doesn't think you've made your case at all, Harvey.
Mother is too close to this.
He's an unwitting pawn in Starik's game.
I made sure that none of our British friends
received any memos concerning the Vishnevsky defection.
Yet Jim here dines weekly with Philby. They share information.
Jim, your office is the only place where he could have found out about Vishnevsky.
Your line of reasoning is intriguing,
but what if it's just a series of coincidences?
ln our line of work, coincidences don't exist.
Monday, January 1 , Torriti's cable arrived on James Angleton's desk.
Starting late afternoon on Tuesday, January 2,
radio intercept logs show a dramatic increase
in the volume of cipher wireless traffic
between the Soviet embassy and Moscow.
Now, it seems to me that someone somewhere pushed a button.
Jim, did you show Philby the memo on Vishnevsky's defection?
It is standard that Philby and I share information.
Yes, I showed him the Vishnevsky memo.
Proves nothing.
A leak can come from anywhere, a courier, a secretary, a nosy office worker.
That is no proof of Philby's complicity.
I fed Philby a barium meal to the effect that I could identify
the Soviet mole inside Ml6.
The very next week, a bunch of jokers in Berlin tried to take me out of circulation.
I call that proof positive.
What Mr. Torriti fails to mention in his report
is that Adrian Philby knew everything
about his hottest source in Germany,
code name Rainbow, code name Sniper.
They're still giving us information on a weekly basis.
Now, if Adrian Philby were a Soviet spy,
would not Operation Sniper have been shut down immediately by the KGB?
Sniper is still delivering, isn't he, Harvey?
Yes, he is, Jim.
There you have it, gentlemen.
He's delivering disinformation.
I suppose you're prepared to elaborate on that.
I suppose I am.
Yesterday, I received a flash memo from my apprentice Jack McAuliffe.
He's the man handling Rainbow.
The Russians already knew about the operation,
and they turned Rainbow into their agent,
which is why Sniper wasn't shut down
when Philby passed it on to his handlers.
There are two... There are five, seven
different ways to interpret any given set of facts.
Face it, your buddy is a damn spy!
He's been betraying assets for years!
His actions have caused the deaths of dozens, maybe hundreds. Wake up!
So, who pushed the bloody panic button?
Maclean fled England last night.
What's the problem?
Burgess went with him.
Burgess buggered off as well?
Bloody little bastard.
So, both my comrades in British Intelligence have gone.
Must have felt the Sorcerer's noose tightening.
Well, this is hard cheese.
All the spies in Ml6 taking flight, leaving me in the net.
And all the beady eyes in the Company will focus on yours truly.
Starik figures you don't have a lot of time to flee the country.
You brought your backup passport, I hope.
So, Starik wants me to run for it?
You don't have a choice.
ln that there's hair dye, mustache, eyeglasses, $4,·00 in tens and twenties.
Car has clean plates. Your route is written out for you.
There'll be a boat waiting for you in Halifax.
You've been on the firing line for a long time.
It's time for you to come home.
Home?
I'm a communist and a Marxist,
but Russia is not my home.
England is my home.
What I relished all these years was the great game.
But I am necessary.
Without me, Starik has nothing.
Starik has another.
I hadn't thought of that.
Of course, he would do that, wouldn't he?
Starik is bloody brilliant.
Philby didn't come into the office this morning,
and there was no answer at his house.
Should have taken more precautions, Jim.
You knew there was a mole in Ml6.
You just didn't want to see him standing there right in front of you.
Ernst?
Faster!
Come on!
Any faster and we turn over, Mr. Jack.
(SIRENS BLARING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(CAR DOOR OPENING)
(CAR DOOR SHUTTING)
(GUN FIRING)
(OFFICER RETCHING)
It wasn't your fault, Jack.
You offered her a ticket out.
She wanted to save the Professor.
I should have insisted that she come with me.
It wasn't your fault.
She said the KGB had caught on to her,
and she didn't know how.
Let me ask you something, Harvey.
Lili wasn't part of your barium meals, was she?
'Cause if she was, Harvey, if she was...
Sniper was my crown jewel.
I was ready to give up a lot,
but not Sniper, and not Rainbow.
There's no way I'd put Lili and the Professor on the line.
On my mother's grave, kid.
Onwards and upwards.
Yeah.
Onwards.
Whatever.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

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