I can be reached 24 hours a day.
Good.
What was that supposed to be?
Thought I might get something on Yuri.
What we have will be quite sufficient.
- I want all outgoing calls monitored. - All calls?
- Brice's lines are safe. - I'll see to it.
Now.
- What's that? - Autopsy. She died of a broken neck.
Here's a list of her stomach contents.
What the hell for?
There are chemical pollutants in food.
We might pin down where she ate her last day.
Stay close to the centre of things, but do nothing until you're instructed by me.
- Who are they? - They're associated with Special Forces.
I don't understand. What's that mean?
Exactly what I said. They were formerly in Special Forces. Now they are associated.
- Honduras? El Salvador? - Somewhere down there.
You were with the death squads? Were they with the death squads?
- It's possible. - 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.
Brice is in an impossible situation. We should call in the FBI.
Don't be an idiot.
Do you realise the magnitude of the scandal?
The secretary of defense and a Soviet agent
sharing the favours of a murdered whore?
- David might even be a suspect. - I think that's something to consider.
Well, it isn't speculation, Tom. Brice was with me at the time of the murder.
- He couldn't have done it. - Fine. Then call in the FBI
- and let Brice take his chances. - That decision is not yours.
What we will do is catch this Yuri before anyone knows what's happened.
- Then we'll handle the rest. - You mean the men in the next room.
The man is a spy and a murderer. Would anyone deny that justice had been done?
- Yeah, I would. - We shall have that discussion later,
but for now I eXpect you to follow orders
and demonstrate the loyalty to which both the secretary and I have every right.
- You eXpect a lot. - I depend on you. We're friends.
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 certain it's unnecessary.
When you calm down, you'll see 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?
Here's what we do have. CID is running a phone check.
They're looking for all calls placed to a Susan Atwell.
- Who's she? - She's in the morgue at Fort Meade.
- She was murdered last night. - Do we know anything about it?
Get ready for this. We think she's either David Brice's
or Scott Pritchard's mistress.
She was seen with both of them. It didn't seem high priority,
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.
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.
Don't tell me anybody swallowed that.
That poor son of a bitch Brice.
You know, I almost feel sorry for him.
- Who's running things at the Pentagon? - The new boy. Farrell.
So he can take the fall in case anything goes wrong.
He looked like a man who'd like a heart-to-heart.
Senator Duvall.
Yeah, listen, Billy. I've been hearing some disturbing news about the Phantom sub.
I tried to talk to the President about NATO.
All he wanted to talk about was the Phantom sub.
Why the crunch on that has to come now is beyond me.
- We'll just have to handle it. - You've got me handling a hell of a lot.
Yeah. Hold.
Commander. Line two, the other phone.
I'll call you back.
I'll be right down.
- They want me in the computer centre. - I'll go with you.
Oh, yeah. By all means, go with him.
- What is it, Sam? - There's no more image
they can get out of this Polaroid.
Damn. Too much to hope for. We'll just have to forget it.
Maybe not. There's something I wanna show you.
Now, this is as bad as your Polaroid, right?
Now watch. This is a training tape. I'm speeding it up.
The picture is broken down into pixels,
the smallest element on the emulsion, sort of an atom of the picture.
Then, and this is the good part, the computer just asks itself
what would be where if we adjust the pixels.
- That's all there is to it? - We have to keep on top of the computer.
Computers don't think. If we had programmed this
to come out a car instead of a monkey, you'd be looking at a hairy Buick.
- All right. Just get started on it. - 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 watch it on this screen. - We've got our first 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.
This is Mr 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? - You needn't concern yourself with why.
We just need the names of the men she... consorted with.
- "Consorted with"? - Yes.
- I don't know about Susan's personal life. - I'll ask you again.
Who were the men she saw?
You can ask me a thousand times and the answer will 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 we want.
Well, in that case,
why don't we make a deal?
We'll talk about it. Who was the other man?
Who was the other man?!
It was 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? Three months? - I don't know!
A month, three weeks. Who cares? I don't know it.
She never discussed these things with me.
That'll do for now. We'll close the part of the investigation that concerns you.
Thank you, Miss Beka. You've been very helpful.
Sam. I want the names of all civilian and military personnel
assigned to the Pentagon during the past two months. Can you do it?
It's all in the computer. I'll set up a program to find it.
Mr Pritchard.
Tom, I've got a suggestion. We're doing this credit card search,
but nothing charged over the weekend would be turned in so soon.
- We're wasting valuable computer time. - I know. I want you to keep on with it.
- What's this all about? - We'll talk later.
- What is this? - I have to see Secretary Brice.
Just get started on that list of new employees.
Yeah. 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. - 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.
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. 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! - 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 am encouraged by your attitude.
I'm sure your investigation, whatever it is, is perfectly proper.
I must apologise for my unseemly outburst.
- It's just that I've been sorely troubled. - It's perfectly understandable, Senator.
I'm certain that we can reach an accommodation.
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 contact you at your home.
Remain there and wait for the information.
You're not to call me. I'll check in with you periodically.
- As quickly as possible. - OK.
Hey. You two!
- Where are they going? - What's the matter?
- Laurel and Hardy. - Who's that, Tom?
- You know who I mean. The bookends. - I sent them on an errand.
- I need a car. - I'm sorry. CID's got everything.
- This one. Bring this one down. - You can't take that. The lift just busted.
- Watch your toes. - Come on. Get out of there right now!
Shit.
- Shit. - Hi.
Goddamn it, get him! Come on, hurry up.
What you doin'? You crazy?
You OK?
Look out.
I'm gonna get you, motherfucker.
Nina, come with me.
We can't talk. Is there a back way out?
- What happened to Susan? - We cannot talk here. You're in danger.
- What's going on? - It doesn't...
- Can I go to my place? - No. They'll kill you.
You have to get lost, and I mean 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.
- I told you that. - I don't believe there is a Yuri.
- He's real enough. - He has nothing to do with the murder.
- We'll find out when we catch him. - Not if those two get to him first.
Dammit! I am tired of weakness.
I am faced with a grave problem and I intend to resolve it quickly and cleanly.
- You are crazy. Fucking cuckoo. - I won't be insulted by you.
And you're not to interfere with this investigation again.
Do I make myself clear?
- I quit. - Your resignation is not accepted.
Tom, be reasonable. I'm shielding you from full knowledge.
Just follow your orders and everything'll be all right. Let him go.
Will you eXcuse me, please?
Hope you're not calling your girlfriend. Remember, Big Brother's listening.
I don't give a shit.
- Hello. - Fox.
Hello, sir. The writing on the box is Arabic, but it's in the... Maghrebi dialect.
What they speak in Morocco.
What it says is kinda flowery, but it boils down to:
"A gift to a true friend."
Good boy. You can come back now.
Tea.
The Polaroid just came on line.
Not much to look at, is it?
No, it's not.
Don't gifts from governments have to be registered with the office of protocol?
- So they tell us. - Are their files computerised?
Yes. They would be in the department of state's computer.
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?
OK.
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.
When this is out of the way, we can do great things here.
Well... first things first, huh?
How are we doin'?
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 the new people at the Pentagon? - Yeah. There are 4700 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 body. Blood type is A positive.
That's pretty common, but it'll narrow the list.
You're a genius, Sam.
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. - 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 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?
Susan Atwell was the woman I've been seeing.
I had nothing to do with her death.
I was in love with her.
Jesus. You must feel terrible.
You're the only one I can tell that this spy-hunt is phoney.
- Yuri has nothing to do with the murder? - Nothing.
This is a cover-up. That's all I can tell you.
- Come on! - Goddamn it, Sam.
This is for your own protection, all right?
These people have already tried to kill one person who knew.
- What do you want me to do? - 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. Program a Fourier transform.
- That seems like a waste of time. - Just do what I want, OK?
Take it easy. We're all working the same amount of time.
I'm sorry, David. Just do it, please.
What are you looking for?
Fuck off.
Where are you going?
I'd rather do this myself.
You can listen if you want to.
Just wear that badge.
- This goes here? - Yeah.
- Where are we goin'? - Major Donovan's office.
You can give a description of this guy to him.
- Who the hell's Donovan? - 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 payphone now! It's probably not even safe.
All right. I'll come there as soon as I can get away.
I'll be damned. That's him! The one who rented the boat.
- Where? - He just went around that corner!
Can you see him?
He's gone.
I'll get back to you. Where have you been? Yuri's here.
- Buzz the secretary. - They had a witness and...
- I know. Can I go in? - Go right in.
Well, what are my orders... sir?
Close all the exits. Hold your witness while we decide what to do.
Yes, sir.
- Is Yuri here? - 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 have everybody file past this man?
The place would be swarming with TV cameramen.
We'll take the witness round room by room.
- It's the largest building in the world. - But the only way we'll get any privacy.
I'll see to it.
- Major Donovan. - Sir.
I suggest that all officers carry side arms.
The man we're after has killed 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. - You think this is some kind of joke?
What I'm trying to tell you, 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.
It ain't him. I just rented the guy a boat. Gimme a break. I'm sick of this shit.
- How much longer? - We can't search all the building.
- It would take all night. - We have shifts finishing at five and siX.
- What do 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 in, but we're told there's a bottleneck ofhundreds,
perhaps thousands of people, waiting to go home.
Those who have been allowed to leave were cleared by members of the CID,
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're going to follow events, and we'll get back to you as the story continues.
Melissa Donaldson, WCDM, at the Pentagon.
- He must have gotten out past us. - No way. He's somewhere in the building.
We'll have to go back to the room-to-room.
We'll go down to the basement, search the situation room, computer complex.
We'll start at the bottom and work our way up. Let's do it.
- You're to initial this. - What?
- You're to initial this. - What is it?
Authorisation to release the Atwell woman's body for burial.
- We're down to 50 with A positive blood. - How many are men?
Come on. Nobody told me I had to sort 'em out by sex. I gotta take a break, man.
Sam, I need to talk to you.
- I need your help. - I slowed it up as much as I could.
- But they'll recognise it soon. - What more I can do?
- They mean to kill me. - You haven't slept for two days.
I'm telling you, I don't stand a chance in hell.
For God's sakes, why? lf you had nothing to do with the murder, why...?
- Brice killed her. - Brice?
- She was his mistress. - I thought she was your...
This...
Antique gold box...
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. I know he will.
- I see. - Do you believe me?
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.
There's nothing there.
- If you want a piece of paper, type it. - Can't we just print?
The computer is searching for where to insert it and then it'll print out!
- All right. How long? - Soon.
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 gonna search in here. - Who told you to come here?
Nobody. This is the only area that hasn't been covered.
All right, we'll be conducting a search in here, and I ask you all, please...
- Sir, wait... - Oh, Jesus.
I have to change.
- OK. 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.
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?
- Isn't this Commander Farrell's office? - We'd better have a look anyway.
There we go. Maybe this one's better.
Nobody here. Let's get on up the hall and see what else we can come up with.
Hi.
What's this all about, Dr Hesselman?
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...
I guess he was in love with her.
Now he thinks that somebody wants to kill him.
He asked me to reprogram the computers and I did it.
But now...
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.
Hold it right there! Hold it!
I am your superior officer. I'm giving you an order to arrest this man!
- I have my orders from Mr Pritchard. - Do it!
- I have my orders... - Shut up.
- If he resists, shoot him! - Where are you going?
You can't go in there. I said you can't go in there!
- What right do you have to come in? - Call off the search.
You're not hunting a spy, but somebody who knows Susan was your mistress.
What?
You gave her a gold box that a foreign minister gave you.
- Nonsense. - You declared it to the office of protocol.
- I never declared anything. - You tell it to the state's computer.
What?
You tell it to the state department. Pick up the phone and call off the search now!
Do it, or I swear to God I'll nail you to the wall.
Calm down. I'll get Scott in... Come in!
I'm sorry. I had to make sure you were all right.
Yuri must be close. There's been a murder.
He shot Dr Hesselman.
- Goddamn it. - What's happened, Major?
I think Yuri's cornered. He's somewhere between here and the gymnasium.
Very good, Major. Just continue the search.
You had those apes kill him, didn't you?
No.
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 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.
Wait a second.
Scott has been a loyal and valuable friend.
I let that friendship cloud my judgement. My actions have been inexcusable.
Scott.
Give me the gun.
This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do,
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.
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.
Don't touch me. He went there looking for me. They argued...
- You can assume the rest. - Save your breath.
Help me out on this. Help me out.
Listen, I'll give you anything you want.
I swear, I'll give you anything you want. Listen to me. Help me out.
I will give you anything you want. 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.
What's going on in there?
Stand back.
Oh, my God. How horrible!
Felson.
Your search is over, Major.
- Is this...? - He shot himself.
Anderson.
Commander, do I have your answer?
Commander, sir. Are you all right, sir?
Give me your pen, Ensign.
You got a pen? 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's he comin' out? - When you've made certain things clear.
- Then let's just get to the point. - Why did we only just hear about this?
You would've known before!
I told you that I could not get out of the Pentagon!
All right. But your relationship with the woman was poorly handled!
You wanted me to be her lover. I was her lover.
- I don't see any point in going on. - Yeah, well, neither do I!
Yevgeny Alexeyevich...
Wouldn't you love to hear Russian again? Imagine Pushkin, Lermontov, Tolstoy.
Solzhenitsyn, Aksenov.
Even them. Always the sense of humour.
In the Philippines when you passed a 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.
Yevgeny, 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?