No more.
- Is that supposed to scare me? - Don't be a wise-ass.
Just take it easy. Commander Farrell is trying to lay it out for us.
Why don't you 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. Got it? You know this already.
When's he gonna come out from behind here?
Good evening, sir.
Lucky it's not a bullshit detector, else none of us would get in.
- How are you, Scott? - Tom. How are you?
- Fine. - You look great.
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?
It wasn't a note. It was a Christmas card, and the message was Merry Christmas.
David, Scott is here.
Come on. I want to introduce you to someone.
- Scott, how nice to see you. - Nice to see you.
- Scott. - Hello.
Secretary Brice, Commander Farrell - the officer I mentioned.
He's had eXperience on the joint staff and naval intelligence.
Everyone I know is looking forward to serving under you for another term.
You must have a 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.
If it came to it, I'd lay down my life for him.
Is that a job requirement?
Ladies and gentlemen, it was fantastic having the President here.
I'm sure you'll agree we can look forward to a fine four years.
So let's keep our inaugural hair down with some more music.
Let's do it right now.
EXcuse me, do you have a light?
If you wanna 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".
- "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.
- Want a drink? - Same.
Make it two.
Are you one of them?
- One of who? - These hypocrites, all fat and shiny,
gearing up for another four years of ramming it to the rest of us. One of them.
No.
I'll bet you are.
- You're pretty cynical. - Adequate to the occasion.
We have a potential nausea situation building here.
Let's get outta here.
My date's not gonna like that much.
But what the hell?
His wife'll be delighted.
Is this something we should talk about?
Nope.
- Where would you like to go? - Show us the monuments.
- What's your name? - Bill.
How you doin', Bill? You wanna shut the slide?
- Sure. - Sorry, Bill.
My name's Tom.
I'm Susan.
We're here.
- Is this your apartment? - 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, OK?
There's booze, the refrigerator's full of food...
Susan, why don't you go to your own place?
Because it's... just one of those things. Be a friend.
If anybody calls, then just tell them that I died or that I'm asleep or... He won't call.
- I'll think of something. - Here are the keys.
- I gotta change into some clothes. - Everything you need is in the car.
- You didn't do it?! - You'd better beat it before I get arrested.
- Bye, Nina. - Nice meeting you, Tom.
Nice to meet you, Nina.
Move it.
- Get outta here. - OK, asshole.
Hey, come on, folks. Break it up. I gotta make a living.
Move it along. "The white zone is for loading and unloading only. No parking."
Take care of yourself.
Send postcards from exotic ports of call.
That's what you call 'em, isn't it? EXotic ports of call?
A port's a port.
You're eXotic.
Bye.
Morning, Tommy. A little bit early to be relieving me.
Well, I felt our motion change.
- Have you set a forward lookout in this? - Yeah. Standing orders.
You should inform the captain we're shipping water.
Right! You wanna be the one to wake him up?
We got a Russian sub out there. We're supposed to catch up and stay with it.
Great.
- A chance to try out the depth charges. - That'll be the day.
Uh-huh. The last one.
Forward watch is down, sir. He's gonna be swept over, sir!
- Put the spot on him. - Where is he?
There he is. There. Hold on!
Has he got a safety line on?
Tommy! Sound "Away rescue party" now!
Help!
Send the special rescue detail. Forward lookout down.
- Tommy, wait for the rescue party! - Send the special rescue detail.
Forward lookout down.
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.
Help me.
All right.
He's got him. He's got him!
- 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 red-lined the relevant sections. My synopsis is at the end.
Order breakfast - most important meal of the day. You should take care of yourself.
Five years, two billion dollars, and Gulf Maritime can't even float the prototype.
The Phantom sub is a sinkhole. I'm not puttin' another dime into it.
You're right, of course, but what about the armed services committee? Duvall?
One thing I'm looking forward to is putting that fraud Duvall in his place.
- He's right back there. - I know.
Let's go.
- Mr Secretary Brice. Good morning, sir. - Senator, how are you?
- Mr Marshall. - We've been having a little discussion
about that piece on the budget. Did you read it, sir?
- I haven't read the papers. Scott told me. - 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 groundless. We were just going over our options.
Mr Marshall tells me those Soviets are doing things with submarines
that'll turn your hair white.
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... If we fight him, he'll have the CIA on his side.
Of course. He pushed Marshall for the directorship.
- Sorry. I was short with you. I apologise. - That's not necessary.
Several months ago you introduced me to a friend of yours, an officer...
Farrell.
- He has a background in intelligence? - 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.
Come here. You want a real hero. See?
Come on. You know you want to do it.
- Gates, you're an officer. - You're making it hard on me.
- You know what I'm talking about, man.
- You deserve the damn medal. - I carry?
If you jump me for promotion, I'll kill you, your family, your pig...
- I carry. - You carry me?
- No, the bag. - I speak Filipino. Beat it, kid.
- He's gotta make a living. Don't run. - He's gonna run.
If you run, I knock dog doo-doo out of you.
He's running!
John, forget it.
No, let him go, let him go. So what?
He's got a toothbrush and a pair of skivvies. So what?
OK. 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.
You know, when you only pay if you talk to the person.
Shut up. No, not you.
No, I will pay, but first I have to know if she's there.
If I'm going to count out a million pesos, I need to know if she's there. Yes.
Hey, that's my money. That's my money. Go get it.
No, I'm not joking. I'm an American.
Hello.
Yes, I'll take it. I'm putting my money in now.
Susan?
Shut up. Was I just disconnected?
I'm gonna show them...
I'm gonna show them how an American plants the flag in a foreign fucking land.
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've some mail for you. 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. It's always a pleasure to have you back.
Oh, my God.
Hello.
The Ancient Mariner. Not so ancient.
I'm wasted!
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.
But I'm only semiliterate, so it was wastebasket time.
If you caught gonorrhoea, I'll kill you.
- I'm wearing too many clothes. - It doesn't feel like anything.
Talk about feeling like it's not wearing anything...
- You're gonna blush. - You are a very bad girl.
Hold it.
I mean the blush.
God, I'm so embarrassed.
- What are you doin'? - I wanna get a picture of this.
- No! No pictures. - Naval hero blushes. You're proud.
I'm not proud. I'm serious.
Don't take a picture of me.
Come on.
- Give me that. - You jiggled the camera.
You pervert.
I think I did this way too early.
Looks like a baboon in a closet at midnight.
Good morning, Mr Pritchard. Go right in.
- May I take your hat, sir? - Thank you.
Commander.
- Glad to have you with us. - Nice to be here. Thank you, sir.
Scott has a very high opinion of you.
- Are you familiar with your new duties? - No, sir.
Then this meeting is premature.
- Tom only arrived here yesterday, sir. - Well, since you're here...
You'll function as liaison, under Scott's supervision,
between this office and the intelligence community.
Calling those piranhas a community is one of life's ironies.
You'll meet regularly with each of the agencies,
but for now I am primarily concerned with the CIA.
Sir?
- Are you aware of the Phantom sub? - Yes, sir.
- Have a seat. - Thank you.
The Phantom sub is meant to be invisible to sonar. The builder's first instinct...
I should say his second instinct,
his first being to get his snout as deeply as possible into the public trough.
Anyway, they wanna build a submarine roughly the size of an aircraft carrier.
The Russians won't need sonar. They'll just see this huge bulge out in the ocean.
It's my plan to terminate this programme. There'll be Congressional resistance,
chiefly from Senator Duvall.
EXcuse me. Scott.
What's worrying is his connection to the CIA.
We eXpect them to feed him with inflated estimates of Soviet research in the field.
To counter him, we need access to the same information.
Not self-serving gloss, but the raw data they base their conclusions on.
- Your job is to get it. - Yes, sir.
But raw data from the CIA... My experience at ONL...
They'll either give it to us or they won't. If they do, then I'm correct.
If they do not, I will use it against them with the President.
- You realise I speak in complete candour. - 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 are above this kind of political unpleasantness. That's why I chose you.
Go with Scott and get to know the background material.
Let's cut the protocol. In the absence of a demur,
I'll assume your responses are in the affirmative.
Lorraine, get my wife on the phone, please.
I think he likes you.
This is the situation room.
And right this way, sir, is the computer centre.
Did I mention, sir, that I'm very pleased to be working for you?
This is a Sperry 90l80. All the terminals in this room are for it.
It interfaces with the IBM 370s at NSA headquarters.
It works programs for COM-SEC, SIGINT, personnel command,
- the bureau of alcohol and fire... - I get your gist.
- That's the systems analyst. Let me... - I know who it is. Sam Hesselman.
Good to see you. Why didn't you call 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 in the office.
- Mr FoX, take a break. - Yes, sir.
- Are you back here for good? - Well, I'm stationed here again.
- How the hell are you? - Can't complain.
- Helen and the kids ask about you. - Good.
The kids loved the ashtray.
They didn't know a donkey could do that.
Tom, this is Kevin O'Brien of the CIA. I've explained that you're taking over liaison.
- Kevin will be your contact. - It's good to meet you.
If there's anything I can do, let me know.
I'm just getting my feet wet trying to catch up.
Oh? I assumed that because you didn't wanna wait until the regular meeting...
I'm certain there are questions that Commander Farrell must have.
No. I'm not sufficiently prepared. I wouldn't wanna waste your time.
- Well, gentlemen, if you'll eXcuse me... - Maybe there is one thing.
The secretary asked me to help him prepare for the NATO meeting.
I'd like to know the 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.
- I'll put something together. - I'd appreciate it.
Don't mention it.
That was deftly handled. For a moment there I thought...
Just trying to be subtle. It's my job, isn't it?
- Was this a present? - Yeah.
- He gave it to me. - Oh? He has eXpensive taste, this guy.
Didn't cost anything. Some foreign minister gave it to him.
So in other words we're dealing with a guy foreign ministers give presents to?
- Don't start that stuff. - I didn't say anything.
You don't have to say anything. You never say a word.
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 and I'll answer it.
It's David Brice, secretary of defense. Satisfied?
You know I work for Brice?
That makes two of us.
Did you take care of everything?
Yes. I'm supposed to pick Miss Atwell up at eight... if she remembers.
- You don't approve of Susan, do you? - Sir?
She's a bright and eXciting woman. Can't you see 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.
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. - 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 fella with the appointed job -
well, he sorta comes and he goes at the pleasure of this or that administration.
He sorta 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's getting very late.
Thank you.
Who's that man licking Duvall's ear? I recognise him.
I would hope so. That's Marshall. He's the director of the CIA.
You would hope so.
No, thank you.
Commander.
- So nice you could make it. - Thank you, sir.
Ladies and gentlemen...
It's 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 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."
What are you eating? You're eating bugs?
I gotta have another one.
- There you go. - That is really disgusting.
I love Tom Farrell.
Yes, I do. Yes, I do.
Hold on.
Thank you.
- Thank you very much. - I want you to take care of us.
- I will. You guys newlyweds? - You can go.
Thank you.
You're beautiful.
- Mr and Mrs Smith? - A romantic gesture.
Very original.
I spelt it with a Y.
- Hi. - Hey there.
We wanna rent a boat.
20 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.
You know what you're doin'? It's gustin' like a son of a bitch out there. One more.
God, I wish the navy was still like this.
Let's get ready. We'll come about.
- Give me a kiss. - OK.
We're gonna come over here. Let me get it off.
- Ready? - No, not yet.
- OK, whenever you are. - OK. I'm ready.
- Say "Helm's alee". - Helm's alee!
- Good. - Yeah!
Hello.
Oh, hi, Nina. Tom and I just got back this minute.
OK.
Yeah.
Can I call you later?
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. Just go now out the back door.
- I'm sorry. Just... - When I go, it'll be through the front door.
As a favour 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.
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. - 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. - You said 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 to me, goddamn it. I pay the rent.
Get out of here.
All right. Wait a minute.
I'm sorry I slapped you, all right?
Get out of here.
No! Dammit...
- Listen, you tell me who... - No.
- 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 to talk 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 have 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.
I can't come to the phone,
but when you hear the beep, tell me everything.
Did she ever photograph you?
No.
This is a 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.
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.
They've been talking about that for four years. It's the CIA's wet dream.
- There's never been a shred of evidence. - But now there is.
He was the man who spent the weekend with Susan.
He was the man who killed her.
Lorraine, would you ask CID to get all the material on Yuri
and then bring it into the secretary as soon as possible? Thank you.
I don't think we can bring this off.
You can.
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.
This has to move like lightning, before anyone gets on to what we're doing.
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 police know?
They haven't been informed. CID has taken the body to Fort Meade.
If we go looking for a Russian spy without the FBI or the CIA, 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.
He brought her home and killed her around midnight.
I'm counting on it not being too hard to find out where they'd been.
Yeah... Yes.
- I'm certain the investigation will... - Will you eXcuse me?
- Commander Farrell, are we boring you? - No, sir. May I...?
- We can't even convince our own people. - It's all right.
Get Donovan in here.
Commander, if you please.
Major Donovan of the criminal investigation division.
His men will conduct the investigation subject to your orders.
We're set up down in the situation room, Commander.
We have to have a front man.
- They're autopsying the body. - I wanna see her apartment.
- I don't think that'll be necessary. - Maybe not, but I want to.
- They're autopsying the body now. - Good.
- Scott, I wanna see her apartment. - Mr Pritchard...
CID will do a better job. It's important that you remain here.
I've got men checking for physical evidence. The print people are just back.
- What did they find? - All fragments or smudged. It was clean.
- What's going on? - A matter of the utmost importance.
- What is this? - We're checking calls made this week
- to see if her number comes up. - There's gotta be millions.
We interface with the phone company, monitoring every call in a 50-mile radius.
We're checking gas station and hotel credit card receipts.
- Who is this bimbo anyway? - She's dead.
One billfold... A bracelet.
- 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. We'll have a report on the house-to-house soon.
- What's this? - Polaroid negatives.
- I can't make anything out. - If there's silver left on the emulsion,
we may be able to bring out the picture. Excuse me.
Sergeant, get this right over to the photo lab.
Sir... Commander. Mr O'Brien is waiting for you in your office.
We made an appointment to go over the CIA report.
- Just cancel it. - If we do, he'll go away suspicious.
That's true.
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. - An advance copy. Isn't it what you want?
Pritchard here.
Yes, of course.
Sorry. I'm wanted in the secretary's office. I suggest that we reschedule this meeting.
- Commander Farrell and I can continue. - The Commander...
- That would be satisfactory. - We're both requested at the meeting.
I'm afraid we really must stop.
Kevin, I was wondering if you might help me in the counterespionage...
Tom, we'd better get to that meeting.
Commander, when you get more time, you give me a call.