Coproduction of MOSFILM (USSR),
PRO DIS FILM AG (Switzerland), MEDITERRANEE CINEMA (France).
Fourth Artistic Assotiation
Igor KOSTOLEVSKY
Natalia BELOKHVOSTIKOVA
in a film TEHERAN-43
Alain DELON as Foche
Curd JURGENS as Legraine
Armen DZHIGARKHANYAN as Max
Albert FILOZOV as Schoerner
Nikolai Grinko as Yermolin Georges GERET as "Dennis Pew"
Claude JADE as Francoise Gleb STRIZHENOV as Simon
Vsevolod SANAYEV as innkeeper Nartai BEGALIN as driver
TEHERAN-43
Screenplay by Alexander ALOV, Vladimir NAUMOV, Mikhail SHATROV
Derected by Alexander ALOV, Vladimir NAUMOV
Director of Photography Valentin ZHELEZNYAKOV
Production Designers Eugeny CHERNYAEV, Vladimir KIRS
Costume Designer Lidia NOVI
The song "Une Vie D'amour" Lyrics by Charles AZNAVOUR Music by Georges GARVARENTZ
The song performer Charles AZNAVOUR
Music by Georges GARVARENTZ
The music score was composed by Mieczyslaw WEINBERG
Sound Engineer Rolan KAZARYAN
Conductor Emin KHACHATURYAN
English subtitles by Maria KURCHATOVA LOPES PEREIRA
For three and a half decades the case in question
was cloaked in the mist of mystique.
But there happened an event that promised a solution.
A certain Erich Bechler consulted our office.
The matter was his memoirs' manuscript publication.
It is about the attempted assassination in which he took part.
Besides, Bechler entrusted us with selling the document
and prior unknown video materials related to this attempt by auction.
As a result of this deal, Mr. Bechler intends to get
the amount of three million dollars.
The matter is the attempted assassination of Roosevelt, Stalin and Churchill
during their Teheran meeting in 1943.
Is Erich Bechler his real name?
No, it is a pseudonym.
Where is the manuscript now?
In a bank.
Are you certain of the document's authenticity?
The commission of experts confirmed the authenticity of Hitler's signature.
You can familiarize yourself with the commission results contacting my secretary, mademoiselle Erail.
Why hasn't Erich Bechler published his memoirs before?
My client didn't authorize me to answer this question.
He can do it himself.
Here is Erich Bechler himself.
You can ask him questions, but be brief.
No shooting!
Why haven't you published your memoirs before?
The person in charge of this action survived.
He was afraid that somebody would reveal his involvement in this case.
He is not the one to be trifled with.
But now he is out of the game.
- Is he dead? - No, he is in prison.
- What for? - For terror.
- Mr. Legrain! - Excuse me, I am in a hurry...
Oh God, should it be right now?
They always accuse the police of being late.
- Do you need to interrogate me here? - Please.
I am not going to bore you with trifles, Mr. Legrain.
I have a little favor to ask. Only one.
I know, inspector, what this favor is.
You want me to arrange you a meeting with my client, don't you?
That's right. Imagine, I know your answer, too. You don't know his address,
and he finds you himself, when he needs it.
- You are quite shrewd for a policeman. - Thank you.
The funny thing is that it's true, I really don't know how to contact him.
The funny thing is that I believe you, Sir.
- I believe our conversation is over? - Yes, goodbye. – Goodbye.
What are your impressions of this press conference?
- It is difficult to say yet. - I am sorry to bother you, Professor,
but our institute is very interested in these newspaper statements.
We know that you took part in those remote events, so we decided to consult you.
I am authorized to make you a proposal: to go to Paris and London as an expert
with the objective to ascertain the authenticity of documents and video materials.
Do you accept it?
Good morning, dear passengers. On behalf of Aeroflot the pilot and the crew
are glad to welcome you on board of TU-154 performing the flight Moscow - Paris.
Here is the lawyer Legrain's office.
The auction will take place in London. Goodbye.
Madam, I would like to... Excuse me.
Hello. No, sir, the film can't be given to any cinema.
It will be sold to a television company or a film distributor.
You will have to deal with those.
Alas, sir, there's nothing I can do for you. Goodbye.
I would like to talk to Mr. Legrain, ma'am.
Unfortunately, it is impossible.
He is in New York now.
- Mr. Legrain? - Yes, and you are?
Mr. Johnson asked me to meet you. I am his secretary. My name's Jaclyn.
- And why the helicopter? - Oh, it's so much traffic in our streets!
You would spend the whole day to get here. - Well, let us not waste any time.
- What happened? - Something is broken. But it doesn't matter.
We'll walk. It's not far. – Ok, let's walk.
- Well, where is the tape? - I don't know what you are talking about.
Are you slow-witted? Can't you understand what I am talking about?
I am talking about this film tape. - What film?
- Stop fooling around. - Are you mad?
- If I don't get the tape right now, you will be killed.
What? Who is going to kill me? You, maybe?
Not me, of course.
Somebody will do it.
Who?
Some passer-by, doesn't matter who. This one, with a cap, for example.
Or this one. Or that one, with the glasses. - Take it. Am I free to go?
Not yet. Let's walk a little. This way.
Goodbye, Mr. Legrain. Take care of him. - Goodbye.
- Have you been here before? - No.
Take some change. Enjoy yourself.
In half an hour Sam will let you go.
Mr. Johnson? Lawyer Legrain.
The car I sent for you came back 2 hours ago. Where have you been?
I have spent some interesting time with your secretary and her pals.
They're very nice people.
That's amazing! My wife got rid of my last secretary 10 years ago.
Really? You see, while still in Paris, I wanted to warn you that the case
I am working with, is much more dangerous than you think.
I was kidnapped as soon as I got out of the plane.
- To all appearances you weren't injured. - No, they have shown me very curious parts
of New York, but I had to pay with the tape for it.
And where is the negative?
Are you still interested in the case?
- More than ever. - The negative is in the Paris bank safe.
Call this Bechler of yours.
You aren't careful. To come to my office after this press conference!
I didn't have any other way out.
- The police is interested in you. - I saw it. I was in the taxi when the inspector
approached you at the hotel entrance.
But the police is what I am least afraid of.
I am afraid of this man.
Yes, you are right.
In New York they took the tape from me right in the street in broad daylight.
It's his men. He is connected to many terrorist organizations in many countries all over the world.
- Yes, so I heard. - I will show you some curious shots from his past. Shall we?
I will briefly remind you the situation. On September 2 the saboteurs group under Skorzeny's command
released deposed Mussolini from custody,
but a completely different person planned and carried out this operation.
His name is Schoerner, nickname “Executioner”.
He was the major specialist in assassinations and sabotage in the 3d Reich
and had unlimited influence on Hitler.
Everyone was afraid of him, even Himmler.
Oh, look, Mussolini didn't have time to change.
What a touching encounter...
Pay attention now, the camera will turn right.
Here, here is Schoerner putting his hat on.
And this one is Mussolini's son.
You know, Mr. Legrain, after the successful abduction it seemed that Hitler went mad.
He was obsessed with the fixed idea of killing Churchill, Stalin, Roosevelt.
The attempt plan was developed. It included several parallel options.
Here is Schoerner again.
Hundreds of agents in many countries all over the world were involved in this operation.
Naturally, they didn't know about its final aim. Only Schoerner knew all the plan details
and he was to put into action the wheels of the most complicated assassination mechanism.
But neither him, nor Skorzeny believed in success, they understood that a secret
known to more than one, is no longer a secret.
They decided that all these various terrorist groups would be used only for distraction,
and a strike should be made from a completely different side.
Both Skorzeny and Schoerner were deeply convinced that only a loner can expect the success.
Then Schoerner thought of me. Remember this face.
but I hope you will recognize him.
I have no doubts that his hands will reach out for my throat.
He will try to find me through you.
Memorize this face well.
The targets you are suggesting are hidden in the dark,
it is difficult to predict their actions.
Each of them, Stalin, and Roosevelt, and Churchill
possesses enormous power.
And they can change any situation, any circumstances.
Cancel a meeting planned beforehand.
If I knew...
that these three would meet, let's say,
in 2 months in a certain place at a certain hour,
accurate to 1 hour and 50 meters,
then I could believe in the possibility of success.
This is impossible.
They don't know themselves
where they will be in 2 months at a certain hour.
If we knew it, we would be prophets.
They may not know, but I have to know for sure.
Look here, the Roosevelt's cook, the Filipino, postponed his holiday in Florida
scheduled for the second half of November.
This looks more like high society chronics article, than intelligence data.
Here's more: the Germans got to know that the Allies gave an order to the hospital,
situated on the way from the airport to Teheran, to prepare and to store
the blood of certain group and Rhesus by November.
And when this data was compared to the data of Churchill's, Roosevelt's and Stalin's dossiers,
the absolute match was confirmed. Here you are.
- What's up? - Raining… A Butcher and some woman.
- Again? - Somebody has exchanged him for meat.
Come in, it's opened.
I accept.
I already know the two main values – place and time.
Now I know for sure, that all three will meet on November 30
approximately from 8 p.m. to midnight in the British Embassy in Teheran.
This is impossible.
How can you know it?
They don't know it themselves, at least two of them don't.
The third doesn't attach importance to it. Yet.
It is buried in the depth of his consciousness. But when the time comes, it'll come out.
So, of all the variety of facts, dates and places I am only interested in
the British Embassy in Teheran, only on November 30,
only from 8 p.m. to midnight.
How do you know that they...
Churchill?
Biography.
God, how simple it is.
Yes, his birthday. On November 30 Sir Winston Churchill will be 69.
They will surely visit him.
I need only one thing from you. Not later than today I need the addresses of the richest
elderly Iranians, resident outside Iran. Preferably in Switzerland.
Name: Dariush. Nationality: Persian.
Age: 65. Left Iran 40 years ago. Lives in Switzerland.
- Health? – Stenocardia, high blood pressure, but feels well.
- Fortune? - Very rich.
- Any children? - A son, also Dariush, lives in Spain.
- Who runs his affairs? - Gerard Simon, a lawyer.
This is Dariush. Lawyer Gerard Simon.
- Yes? - Mr. Simon? I have some business with you.
I am listening.
Try to take my proposal seriously, however ridiculous it may seem to you.
You need to persuade your client Dariush
to add an item to his will: that he is to be buried in Teheran.
- Are you out of your mind? - It is not difficult.
You just need to give him a hint about it. You will get 10 000 dollars for it.
In case of your agreement this amount will be transferred to your account tomorrow.
- Yes, I agree. - All right, thank you.
You are welcome.
How do you do, doctor.
You will be called to a person that will die tonight.
You need to confirm death and to establish its cause.
I think he will die of a heart attack or a stroke, it's up to you.
No other diagnosis, otherwise you will die. Excuse me, doctor, here is your fee.
Tomorrow a representative of the Swiss funeral parlor will arrive here.
He will take care of everything.
My father's will must be strictly executed.
Today you are going to Switzerland.
You have a new assignment of a special importance.
In Geneva you will join the airplane passengers, flight 17-03 for Teheran.
Pay attention to people accompanying the rich Iranian's coffin.
Possibly there is an agent among them who is especially dangerous.
Here are the tickets and money. You will get further instructions in Teheran.
- Madam Marie Lunie? - Yes. - Nice to meet you. Lawyer Simon.
Are these your things? - Yes. - That's it?
Wonderful.
You were recommended to me as a good Farsi translator.
Yes, I have spent 7 years in Iran.
As far as I know, you are Russian by origin?
Yes, my father left Russia in 1916. And I was born in Paris.
Do you have an idea of the range of your duties?
- Roughly. Mainly translations, I presume. - Yes, and some small services.
A secretary-translator, in brief. - I see.
- Do you speak Russian? - Yes, Russian and English. - Wonderful.
Mr. Gerard Simon?
How do you do, sir. Ma'am.
I am an agent of Geneva funeral parlor. My name is Max Richard.
You may call me Max.
Nice to meet you. Let me introduce our translator.
She came from Paris and will accompany us
during the trip at your request.
Wonderful. I guess you haven't taken your breakfast yet, madam.
It will be my pleasure.
No, thank you, I am not hungry.
Mr. Richard, I need to clarify with you some details of the coming trip,
that are related to risks and danger.
Garcon, accompany the lady.
Oh, Mr. Gerard… May I call you that?
Don't think of the trip. Everything will be all right.
Let's think of something essential.
For example, how we will spend the night.
This is a serious problem for me. Since I deal with the dead,
I became a bon vivant.
- Madam, may I offer you a coffee? - What?
Excuse me, I wanted to offer you a coffee.
- What coffee? - A real coffee, prewar, not a surrogate.
- Who are you? - It doesn't matter. I just wanted to offer you a coffee.
Why did such a strange idea come to your mind?
I don't know... Just did…
I have great coffee, and I decided to offer it to somebody.
And I have chosen you. Here you are.
Why are you smiling? - It's nothing. I am just lucky.
Is it for you?
Yes, I have to go.
Thank you very much. Goodbye.
- Here you are. - Oh my God, it's you.
It's mystic. We are flying by the same plane.
- Are you going to Teheran? - Yes, to Teheran.
It's amazing. I have never thought that I would see you again.
- A chance. - Yes, a chance.
You know, chance is the greatest
and the most sophisticated Nature phenomenon.
It's impossible to predict, but if you think well,
it lies in the base of everything.
People somehow underestimate the chance
though it is the main factor
that sets the human history in general
and everyone's life in particular in motion.
After all, everything happens by chance, birth and love.
Look, I bought a pack of coffee by chance.
By the way, it is real Brazilian, so go on drinking it.
I bought it only because a grocery store around the corner had burnt.
Here is the first chance.
The fire in the grocery store.
Then I let out many accidental and unpredictable events
that have led you and me to that airport.
Then. It was raining in Geneva today in the morning.
- It was. - It was. Also an accident.
Because if the wind had been blowing in another direction,
the rain would have passed by
and we would have never been sitting in the airport.
Also an accident.
And the last one:
out of the hundreds of people, it was you I approached,
and so the chain of accidents made our ways to cross.
Are you trying to say, that we met because
a grocery store had burnt in Paris 6 months ago?
That's exactly what I am trying to say. But we are not acquainted yet.
My name is Andre. - And I am Marie.
What a dead burnt soil.
A terrible place.
Why did he want to be buried here? - Probably, his relatives are buried here.
- But there is nothing left here. - They are still here, in this soil.
When a dead person is buried, it is not the end,
the grave must disappear
and raze to the ground. This is how Islam teaches.
It is death stretched out for centuries.
Or maybe it is immortality.
They say there are many snakes here?
There are scorching stones here.
Look, what a grave.
- Good evening! - Good evening!
- I need to talk to you. - I am listening.
I didn't dare for a long time...
Simon, forget it, let's better play cards!
He has gone crazy, talking some nonsense.
But he was practically healthy!
Practically healthy! I had a pal who was practically healthy
and then suddenly died in his lover's bed.
We all are practically healthy until we become practically dead.
Please, understand me! Take it seriously.
It's a murder and I don't know what to do!
Whether to go to the police, or... - I don't know….
There was the medical certificate among the cover documents,
where it was written in black and white,
that Dariush died of hemorrhage of the brain.
I remember it well.
Still there's something wrong here.
Excuse me. Good night. - Good night.
I will go, too.
- Can't believe your eyes? - I can't! Yermolin!
- Hello, Andrey! - Hello, Yermolin!
I don't have much time.
Spit it out.
It was confirmed that Dariush was dispatched
to the next world against his will.
Somebody needed to enter Teheran legally.
At first I thought of the lawyer,
but today he confessed me his suspicions himself.
He decided to go to the police. Although I understand
that it doesn't mean anything.
And the funeral agent…
Well, he hasn't compromised himself yet,
although I don't like his eyes. - What about his eyes?
They are motionless, independent.
He is laughing, and they keep still.
And the translator?
What about her? I feel sorry for her.
It is not a city, but a boiling pot. There are people of all sorts here.
Babel pandemonium. Shooting, robberies, murders every day.
Well, I am very glad that it is you they have sent.
This is Nartay. He will be helping you.
Mr. Simon,
Mr. Simon...
Mr. Simon,
are you all right?
Help! Help! There is a man, he was killed!
Andre, open, it's me!
Good evening.
Why are you sitting here?
Has something happened?
What's wrong?
- Simon... - What Simon?
Simon is there.
How did it happen?
When I entered, he was already dead.
I knocked at your door, and knocked at Max's,
But neither you nor he were in.
Max's?
- Who is it? - Open up!
- I'm coming. - Quickly!
- What? - Simon was killed. - What Simon?
- Our Simon, a lawyer.
- When? - Just now.
Somebody peeped into my window, I am sure.
- Have you noticed anything? - No. Have you notified the police?
- No, I haven't. - So we need to do it. - Please, do notify them.
Let's go.
The Germans executed my husband 1,5 years ago.
And I left my daughter in the boarding school in France,
she is very little.
Excuse me, madam, but you asked me to call.
Unfortunately, Mr. Legrain urgently goes to London,
to the auction. I am very sorry, sir, but he has already left the office.
That is all I can tell you.
Excuse me, it's so good I met you. It's about this manuscript.
Excuse me, mademoiselle, I am in a hurry.
Do you mind my turning the music on?
The cab is taken. - I see it, but I am very late.
Which way are you going? May be it's on the way?
- Raspail boulevard. - Wonderful. It's very close.
I need to go to the Orly airport.
- It is in a completely different direction. - What do you care where to go?
You see that sir doesn't mind.
He thinks he has got rid of me. - Who?
This lawyer. But I have a surprise for him.
I will dig him from under the ground.
- I don't doubt, mademoiselle... - Natalie Lunie.
- Police inspector Foch. - I can't stand policemen,
although I don't know why. - Thank you, you are very kind.
- Well, let's go, I am late. - Well, let's go.
What a weather, now rain, now sun!
Listen, inspector, maybe you will wait for me?
I need only one second, I will be right back.
Don't you think it is too much?
Look, there she goes!
What imprudence!
Exactly!
- Mr. Legrain! - Oh, you again!
You aren't very polite. As you see it's me again.
But I have no time, mademoiselle.
I need only one minute, I will walk you.
But they have announced the boarding!
I read it all in the newspapers, and the thing is that in 1943
my mother unwillingly took part in these events.
Accidentally she was involved in this case.
I even suppose that she knew the author of the memoirs
that you have mentioned.
But, you know, it is not so important. There was a person there,
she has been looking all her life for him. - I have no right to talk about it,
it is the question of professional honor. Excuse me.
But it is very important, sir.
I will come back from London in a couple of days
and explain you everything. Call to my office. Goodbye.
Have a nice trip, turkeycock!
Did you hear?
Her mother is somehow connected to this case. Follow her.
Taxi!
- Free? - Occupied. All right, get in.
Oh, it's you. Thank you.
Can you imagine, he didn't tell me anything,
this insensitive blockhead.
Thank you for waiting for me.
Mademoiselle, could you give me your phone number?
Don't worry, it's only for the official use.
In this aspect I am of no interest at all.
You are wrong.
Everything that has to do with Legrain interests me.
In this case, as a policeman,
you can easily find my number in the information desk.
Switch the right blinker and turn left.
- What are you doing? - Breaking the rules.
You know, inspector, I have changed my mind.
Turn back.
- What do you mean turn back? - Back, to the airport.
- To the airport? - Yes, I am leaving.
- Where to? - To London.
- Excuse me, you are probably crazy! - Of course. - I knew it.
What are you doing here?
I am staying here.
Excuse me, I am staying in the next room.
I confused the doors. Excuse me, sir.
- One moment, madam... - Yes, sir?
- Do you want something to drink? - I really don't know... Well…
- Stay with me for a while, please. - Well, if you like...
Thank you.
What is this film?
Oh, it's an old chronicle.
- And what is this city? - It is somewhere in the East.
- Have you been there? - I don't remember, maybe.
I have travelled a lot. Oriental towns are all alike.
- And who is this? - It's a beggar, or a pilgrim.
Interesting.
What's your name?
My name's Francoise. And you are?
And I am Max.
Cheers, Max.
This is my sister.
She wasn't only a sister for me, she was like a mother.
Our parents died of typhus in the beginning of the WWI.
She raised me. Sent me to the boarding school.
She wanted me to study in the University.
Actually, she started to work with this diplomat because of me.
Before the war he was transferred to Iran,
and she moved here together with his children.
Then the war started.
We lost each other.
Honestly speaking, I agreed to accompany Dariush's body
only because of my sister.
I have to find her. It's my duty.
- What did he say? - He said that he had come.
I can see that he came. Let him sit down.
- Those two are ready to meet you. - When?
Tomorrow around 10 in the “Farrukh” cafe.
All right.
- What? - He said he is leaving.
Let him leave.
This man is a driver.
He worked in the English Embassy before the war.
Then he retired.
Age.
Marie, you might think it strange that I meet all these suspicious persons.
- Yes, honestly, it's very unpleasant. - There is no other way out.
The official search will take a lot of time,
and he can introduce me to useful people.
Although it will cost much more, but what can you do -
they have their own laws here.
Yes, I see. But I am still uncomfortable. If you could manage it without me....
Why Marie, I will perish without you.
They don't speak any other language, except for their own, Farsi.
Okay. Good night.
Marie,
I wanted to ask you a favor.
I will be very displeased if somebody finds out about my encounters.
I won't tell anyone. Good night.
The funeral agent has little stuff.
Underwear, a sweater... - And guns?
There were no guns and no documents.
But I came across his notebook.
I wanted to put it back, but one page caught my attention.
At first I thought it was a cipher, then - a game…
Take a look, I have copied it.
And what do these numbers mean? What's their secret meaning?
What is it?
Time, distance, speed, age - what's it?
What if we suppose that 30 is the day of the month?
Let's say November 30?
Then what does a column of 32 numbers mean?
Whatever except for days of the month. They are never 32.
Wait, and what if we add 32 days to November 30?
We get January 1. The New Year.
It makes no sense. By this time the conference will be over.
Yes, and if we extract, we get October 29,
it is also a random date that doesn't mean anything.
Wait!
October 29 is the day of our arrival to Teheran.
That's right!
The day of our arrival to Teheran
Then these numbers are connected.
In any case we may suppose that 30 is the day of the month.
Yes, yes.
Something must happen on November 30.
Marie...
Good evening.
Tonight I will have a very important meeting. I will need your help.
- All right. - Marie...
I can't take this story out of my head, too. Poor Simon.
No, he wasn't a robbery victim. No.
Somehow it seems to me that he died because he couldn't hold his tongue.
- What do you mean? - No, nothing.
The old Yuzbashi and his son are waiting for me. - Yes, yes.
Good evening.
Ask them, is it possible?
- Yes, it is. - Did they bring it? - Yes.
Let them explain it.
This is a fence.
This is their house...
and the main entrance.
A vestibule and a bathroom.
And where is the basement entrance?
You need to go along this corridor,
in the very end there is a stairway and a door behind it.
But it's always dark there. The lamp is broken.
Marie, the curfew is approaching. You need to go back to the hotel.
I will be back.
Marie,
I may seem persistent.
I keep thinking of Simon's ridiculous death.
Ridiculous.
What a terrible city.
I am very worried about you.
Go, Marie, the car is waiting for you.
I am sorry, Mr. Max, but I won't be able to translate for you any longer.
- Marie, you put me in the hopeless situation. - No, no, I am sorry.
- Did you manage to hear it? - Only some words.
They often mentioned English Embassy.
- Any news? - Page 32.
Sir Winston Churchill was born on November 30.
This means that at night on November 30
the 3 leaders will meet in the English Embassy for the festive meal.
In any case the Germans count on this, and I think they aren't wrong.
Look, we answered 2 questions: when and where.
English Embassy, November 30.
But we don't know the answer to the most essential question: how?
How is the funeral agent going to enter the English Embassy territory?
It's impossible to enter, even babies know it.
Ok, but he behaves very confidently.
It feels like he knows how to enter there.
Yes, you are right.
You must order to detain the funeral agent.
No, there is a person who controls the whole plot.
He knows the reserved and security options.
The funeral agent at least once will try to contact him.
We need to wait for it. - But what if it doesn't happen?
No, they need to meet anyway.
The thing is, the funeral agent has only a little ladies' Browning.
You can see it yourself, it's not a gun to make an attempt for assassination.
It means that special guns must be given to him in the very last minute.
And this very person must do it.
- Some antiques store. - I know.
- Do you want to buy something? - No, we just want to have a look.
Tell me, haven't you been to my store before?
No, I have recently come to Teheran.
This store belonged to my father before.
Then this Greek bought it. He didn't recognize me.
I spent here my childhood.
I was surrounded by icons and Gods' faces.
I played with them as if they were dolls, invented the names for them,
talked to them. And they understood me.
Then I dreamed of them at night for many years.
Look at this Vijaya.
I think she recognized me.
It's so good they haven't sold her.
You know, as a child I...
I slept in this room.
Now I can't remember whether it was a dream or for real.
Are you in pain?
The Presidential car proceeded accompanied by reinforced escort.
At the same time the president Roosevelt
himself without any security was going
to the American Embassy along the circular streets
and soon safely arrived to his destination.
Churchill's meeting was organized extremely badly.
The Persian patrols on horseback were put along the way,
they were completely useless and only attracted attention.
The Police car leading the procession announced
the important person's arrival with a siren.
Churchill described it in his memoirs this way:
"There were no protection in case there would
appear 2-3 determined persons,
armed with guns or a bomb.
Reaching the turn leading to our legation,
we got in the traffic jam and for 3 or 4 minutes
we stayed there, not moving, among the crowd
of the Persians staring at us.
Even if it was planned before to expose me to a great risk
and deprive of reliable security, it would be difficult to do it better.
But nothing happened.
I was smiling to the crowd, and generally
it was smiling to me".
Here is what my client writes in his memoirs:
"I squeezed through the crowd to the car
and suddenly saw Churchill.
He was some meter away from me, I could reach him with my hand.
A strange feeling seized me.
Destiny, as if on purpose, put us together.
But I didn't shoot, something stopped me.
I still don't understand what it was.
Maybe this damned French archeologist
and the translator who clung to me like flies.
And maybe just luck.
This old fox Churchill was lucky all his life".
Nobody in Teheran knew how Stalin reached his residence.
The presented material, the negative, as well as
the historical document dated 1943 and signed
by Adolf Hitler are presented to public's attention.
The document contains the order to carry out “Long Leap” operation -
an attempt for the Great Three,
A certain person, whose name or rank are unknown,
was responsible for the operation.
In the document he is referred to by the nickname “Executioner”.
Everyone can familiarize themselves
with the commission of experts' conclusions
that confirm the documents authenticity.
The initial price is announced. 250 000,
300 000...
- 600 000. - 650 000...
Excuse me, gentlemen. I have just received a call from Paris.
The bank which services I used was robbed 1 hour ago.
The documents, the manuscript and the film negative… They are all stolen.
Apparently there were victims.
I am sorry, but the auction sale of these items is impossible.
Hands up! Quickly! Everyone stays at his seat!
In case of resistance the plane will be exploded.
Calm down. Don't worry, we won't hurt anyone.
Stay at your seats! Hands up! No talking! Quickly!
- Here you are. - I don't drink.
- I like you. - And I don't like you.
It doesn't matter, let's go.
Get lost, dumb head.
Bitch! I'll show you! Get up!
Are you deaf?
- Young man! - What's up?
Hey you, don't move! Hands behind your neck!
- Shoot him! - Stay down I said! Down!
- Hands behind your neck! Got it? - Are you talking to me?
- To you, to you, dumb head! - Get out, go to the cabin!
Shit!
Ladies and gentlemen! I apologize for this little incident.
We are no bandits, and this one is just drunk.
I have good news for you.
The authorities promise to fulfill all our demands.
Thank you.
But if they try to cheat us we will blow up the plane.
End of Part One