No Way Out

This film contains very strong language.

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 two guys just knock it off?

How did you actually meet the Secretary of Defense?

I was introduced to him by Pritchard.

I met him when I was in college.

-Pritchard?

-Yeah, Scott Pritchard.

Jesus...

General Counsel for the Secretary of Defense. You got it?

You know this already.

When's he going to come out from behind here?

Good evening, sir.

Hi...

Thank you.

Lucky it's not a bullshit detector, else none of us would get in.

-How are you, Scott?

-Hi, Tom. How are you?

-Fine.

-You look great.

-Thank you and thank you

for the invitation, I'm not used to hanging out in places like this.

But I suspect you'd like to?

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

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

Well, it wasn't a note, it was a Christmas card and as I recall, the message was "Merry Christmas".

Yes. Thank you very much.

David, Scott is here.

Come on, I want to introduce you to someone.

Scott, how nice to see you.

Nice to see you.

-Scott, how are you?

-Hello.

Secretary Brice, this is Commander Farrell... the officer I mentioned.

If you recall, he's had experience on the joint staff and naval intelligence.

Pleased to meet you, sir. Everyone I know is looking forward to serving under you for another term.

You must have a very limited acquaintanceship.

-Tom and I were at college together.

-Good.

He has great warmth!

-He's a genius.

-Oh?

The normal rules don't apply.

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

Do they?

Is that supposed to flatter me?

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

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

Is that a job requirement?

FANFARE PLAYS

BAND PLAYS "Hail To The Chief"

Ladies and gentlemen, it certainly was fantastic having the President here this evening.

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

So let's continue to keep our inaugural hair down with some more music. Let's do it right now.

All right? Come on, yes!

All right!

# They're twistin' in Washington... #

Excuse me, do you have a light?

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

-Want to 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.

-HE LAUGHS

-So I was impressed.

-Yeah? 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. Are you one of them?

-No.

I'll bet you are.

You're pretty cynical.

Adequate to the occasion.

# She's acting shy looking for the answer... #

Oh... We have a potential nausea situation building here.

Let's get outta here.

My date's not going to 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.

# When I looked in your eyes

# I could see us together...

# Now I find myself here

# Just wondering whether...

# I should turn back and admit that this is wrong

# And go back where I belong...

# But there's no way out

# When I'm with you alone, we keep from revealing... #

-What's your name?

-Bill.

How you doin', Bill?

You want to shut the slide?

-Ah, sure.

-Sorry, Bill.

# But we're just fooling ourselves and we can't hold on to love...

# Any choice we had is gone...

# Plus there's no way out

-# We're just fooling ourselves

-and we can't hold out too long

# Any chance we had is gone...

# Cos there's no way out... #

My name's Tom.

I'm Susan.

SHE LAUGHS

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

Susan, why don't you go to your own place?

Because it's... just one of those things, OK?

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 to my apartment.

-I got to change into some clothes.

Everything you need is in back seat of the car, OK?

-You didn't do it?!

-Hey!

You'd better beat it before I get arrested.

-Bye, Nina.

-Nice meeting you, Tom.

Nice to meet you, Nina.

Move it.

-Get it out of here.

-OK, asshole.

Hey, come on, folks. Break it up, OK? I got to make a living. Can we move it along?

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

Take care of yourself.

Send postcards from exotic ports of call.

That's what you call '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.

-Maybe you should inform the captain we're shipping water.

-Right!

You want to 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.

-Give us a chance to try out the depth charges.

-That'll be the day.

Uh-huh. The last one.

Forward watch is down. Forward watch is down, sir.

Forward watch is down, it's going to be swept over, sir!

-Put the spot on him.

-Aye, sir! Where is he?

-There he is. There. Hold on!

Has he got a safety line on?

-Tommy!

-Send the rescue party, send the rescue party, now!

Help!

'Send the special rescue detail.

'Forward lookout down.'

Tommy, come back! Wait for the rescue party!

'Send the special rescue detail. Forward lookout down.'

-Help me!

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

-Keep the light on him.

-I'm trying, sir.

HE CHOKES

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 and my synopsis is at the end.

Order breakfast. Most important meal of the day.

You should take better care of yourself.

Five years, two billion dollars and Gulf Maritime can't even the prototype to float.

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 in this next four years 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 in the paper.

-Did you read it, sir?

-No, I haven't read the papers.

-Scott mentioned it to 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 essentially groundless. We were just going over our options on that.

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

doing things with submarines that'll turn your hair white.

Senator, you can rest assured I have no intention of making a decision on this without consulting you first.

Good day.

Good day, Senator.

You believe that?

No.

The car, please.

That business with Marshall... He was telling us if we fight him, he'll have the CIA on his side.

Of course. He pushed Marshall for the directorship.

-Scott, I'm sorry. Sometimes I'm short with you, I apologise.

-That's not necessary.

Several months ago you introduced me to a friend of yours, an officer...

-Commander Farrell?

-Right. 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. Come here.

You want a real hero. See? Come on!

Gates, try to remember you're an officer.

-You're making it hard on me.

-You're making it hard on me! You're digging up beaver all day.

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.

-What? You carry me?

-No, the bag.

-I speak Filipino. Beat it, kid.

-No. He's gotta make a living.

-I carry.

-Don't run.

-He's going to run.

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

He's running!

THEY LAUGH

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!

Whoo! # Wild thing! You make my heart sing... #

No! You know, when you only pay if you talk to the person.

Shut up. Just 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 that she's there.

Yes!

Hey, that's my money. That's my money. Go get it!

Go get it.

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

PHONE RINGS

-Hello?

-Yes! Tell her I'll take it.

I'm putting my money in now.

'Susan?

'Susan!'

Tommy!

Shut up. Was I just disconnected?

-What?

-I'm going to show them...

I'm going to show them how an American plants the flag in a foreign fucking land.

Yes!

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

Wild thing! CHEERING

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, wonderful. It's always a pleasure to have you back.

BUZZER

Oh, my God!

Hello.

The Ancient Mariner.

Not so ancient.

I'm wasted!

HE LAUGHS

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 like, 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 you're wearing anything.

Talk about feeling like it's not wearing anything...

-You're going to blush.

-You are a very bad girl.

PHONE RINGS Hold it!

I mean the blush.

God, I'm so embarrassed.

What are you doin'?

I want to get a picture of this.

-No! No pictures.

-Naval hero blushes. Come on, Farrell, 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.

SHE LAUGHS

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.

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

Tom only arrived in Washington yesterday, sir.

Well, since you're here...

As my assistant, you'll function as liaison, under Scott's supervision,

between this office and the intelligence community.

Calling that collection of piranhas a community is ironic.

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

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

Sir?

Are you aware of the Phantom submarine?

-Yes, sir.

-Have a seat.

Thank you.

The Phantom submarine is meant to be invisible to sonar.

Naturally, 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 to find it,

they'll just see this bulge in the ocean. It's my plan to terminate this programme.

There'll be considerable Congressional resistance, principally from Senator Duvall.

-PHONE RINGS Excuse me. Scott.

-What's worrying is his connection to the CIA.

We can expect them to feed him with inflated estimates of Soviet research in the field.

-To counter him, we need the same information.

-Not some self-serving gloss,

but the raw data that they base their conclusions on.

-Your job is to get it.

-Yes, sir.

But raw data from the CIA...

My experience at ONI...

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

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

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

-You realise I'm speaking 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, as a career officer, are above this political unpleasantness.

-That's why I chose you.

-Yes, sir.

-Go and acquaint yourself with the background.

-Yes, sir.

-Let's cut the protocol.

In the absence of a demur, I'll assume all 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 9080.

All the terminals in this room are for it.

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

It works programs for COM-SEC, SIGINT, personnel command, the Bureau of Alcohol and Fire...

I get your gist.

That's Dr Hesselman, the systems analyst. Let me...

I know who it is. Sam Hesselman.

Good to see you. Why didn't you call me when you got into town?

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

Sir?

It's good to see you, Tom. You look great. Come on in the office.

-Mr Fox, take a break.

-Yes, sir.

-Are you back here for good?

I don't know about for good when 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.

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

Right now I'm just getting my feet wet trying to catch up.

I assumed that because you didn't wanna wait until the meeting...

I'm certain that there are questions that Commander Farrell must have.

No. I'm not sufficiently prepared to ask anything. I wouldn't wanna waste your time.

Well, gentlemen, if you'll excuse me.

Maybe there is one thing, Kevin.

The secretary asked me to help him prepare for the NATO meeting.

I'd like to familiarise myself with 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.

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

-I'd appreciate it very much.

-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 defence. 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 very bright and exciting woman. Can't you understand that?

Not exactly, I guess.

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

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

It's the only other thing worth living for.

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.

APPLAUSE

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.

APPLAUSE

Ladies and gentlemen...

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 this evening, which I'm sure you're going to enjoy.

APPLAUSE

THEY CHANT

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."

# Wont you say it?

# Tell me that this love Will never die

# Won't you say it?

# Promise me you'll never say goodbye

# Wont you say it...#

What are you eating? You're eating bugs?

I gotta have another one.

Oh, ew!

There you go.

That is really disgusting.

I love Tom Farrell!

Yes, I do. Yes, I do. Yes, I do.

Hold on. Woo!

Thank you.

-Thank you very much, sir.

-I want you to take care of us, OK?

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.

Wooh!

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!

-Yeah!

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Oh, hi, Nina.

Tom and I just got back this minute.

OK.

Yeah.

Can I call you later?

OK.

Bye.

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

-That was Nina, so don't.

-Don't what?

Oh!

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.

Tom!

I'll leave him. I promise I will.

I'll leave him.

I love you.

You've been out of town.

And you have a pleasant flush.

-I got some sun.

-Oh? How nice.

And with whom did you get this sun?

-What?

-"What?" I said who were you with this weekend?

Nobody.

Well, I find that hard to believe, that you'd go away completely alone.

I didn't say I was completely alone.

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!

Aargh!

Susan!

KNOCKING

David.

What's the matter?

I think I killed Susan.

What happened?

I killed her.

-I just needed someone to talk to before I go to the police.

-Sit down.

Sit down.

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

She was with some man and I just must 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.

He saw me.

PHONE BEEPS

PHONE RINGS

'Hi. 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 that can be justified.

-The important thing is to abort an investigation of Susan's death before it ever gets to you.

-No.

It's a house of cards.

-There is no Yuri.

-It doesn't matter.

All the intelligence agencies believe that there's a mole in the defence 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. Thank you.

This has to move like lightning, we have to finish 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 will remain here around the clock.

-What do the Washington 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 somewhere.

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.

Tom?

-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, for Christ sakes.

It's all right.

Get Donovan in here.

Commander, if you please.

Commander?

This is Major Donovan of the criminal investigation division.

-His men will conduct the investigation, subject to your orders.

-Major.

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

We have to have a front man.

They're autopsying the body now.

-I wanna see her apartment.

-I don't think that'll be necessary.

Maybe not, but I want to.

-They're autopsying the body now.

-Good.

Scott, I wanna see her apartment first hand.

-Mr Pritchard...

-CID will do a better job. It's important that you remain here.

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

-The print people are just back.

-What did they find?

All fragments are smudged. It was clean.

What's going on?

A matter of the utmost importance.

-What is this?

-We're checking phone calls made this week to see if the Atwell woman's number comes up.

There's gotta be millions.

We interface with the phone company's computer, we're monitoring every call made 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 pretty 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.

-Commander. Mr O'Brien is waiting for you in your office.

-That's right.

-We made an appointment to go over the CIA report.

-Just cancel it.

If we do, he'll go away suspicious.

That's true.

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

'Could you call me in five minutes?'

Sorry it took so long.

This is the official estimate.

An advance copy. Isn't it what you wanted?

PHONE RINGS

Pritchard here.

Yes, of course.

Sorry. I'm wanted in the secretary's office.

I suggest that we reschedule this meeting.

-Perhaps 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 counter-espionage...

Tom, we'd better get to that meeting.

Commander, when you get more time, you give me a call.

I can be reached 24 hours a day.

Good.

What was that supposed to be?

Thought I might get something on Yuri.

What we have will be quite sufficient.

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

-All calls?

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

-I'll see to it.

-Do it now.

-What's that?

-Autopsy report.

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

What the hell for?

There are chemical pollutants in food.

We might pin down where she ate her last day.

I want you to stay close to the centre of things, but do nothing until you're instructed by me.

-Who are these guys?

-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.

Where? 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 defence and a Soviet agent sharing the favours of a murdered whore?

David might even be a suspect in the killing.

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 possibly have done it.

Fine.

Then call in the FBI and let Brice take his chances.

That decision is not yours to make.

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

-After we've got him, then we'll handle the rest.

-You mean the gentlemen 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 at the appropriate time, 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 over at the Pentagon?

Here's what we do have.

CID is running a phone check.

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

-Who'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 a 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.

This morning 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 submarine.

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, haven't you?

PHONE BEEPS Yeah.

Hold.

Commander. Line two, the other phone.

I'll call you back.

Yeah.

I'll be right down.

They want me in the computer centre.

I'll go with you.

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

-What is it, Sam?

-Photo lab said 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 next to what if we played with 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, right now you'd be looking at a hairy Buick.

All right. Just get started on it.

Wait, it takes billions of calculations.

The whole process may take 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 phone number.

It's listed to a Nina Beka.

She called last night about the time of the murder.

I'd better see her.

I was just about to send my men.

KNOCKING

Are you Miss Nina Beka?

-Yes.

-I'm Commander Farrell.

This is Mr Scott Pritchard, general counsel to the secretary of defence.

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?

-I don't know.

-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.

Will that be satisfactory?

Tom?

Thank you, Miss Beka.

You've been very helpful.

Sam.

I want the names of all civilian and military personnel 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 it's extremely unlikely that

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

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

-I know.

I want you to keep on with it.

What's this all about, Tom?

-We'll talk later. What is this?

-I have to see Secretary Brice.

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

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.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-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 defence,

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.

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

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

Yes, sir.

As quickly as possible.

OK.

Hey! You two!

Scott, where are they going?

-What's the matter?

-Laurel and Hardy, where are they going?

-Who's that, Tom?

-You know who I mean. The bookends.

I sent them on an errand.

Tom.

Tom!

-I need a car. It's an emergency.

-I'm sorry. CID's got everything.

-This one. Bring this one down.

-You can't take that.

-The lift just busted. It needs fixing. Come on!

-Watch your toes.

Come on. Get out of there right now!

Shit.

HORNS HOOT

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've gotta 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. Don't go there. 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 it takes. I thought I already told you that.

I don't believe there is a Yuri.

-He's real enough.

-Yeah, but he doesn't have anything to do with the murder of that girl, does he?

We'll find that out when we catch him.

-Not if those two get to him first.

-Dammit!

I am tired of weakness. I am faced with a grave problem and I intend to resolve it quickly and cleanly.

You really are crazy. You're fucking cuckoo.

I won't be insulted by you. And you're not to attempt to interfere with this investigation again.

Do I make myself clear?

-I quit.

-Your resignation is not accepted.

Tom, be reasonable. I'm deliberately 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.

The Polaroid just came on line.

Not much to look at, is it?

No, it's not.

Don't gifts from foreign governments have to be registered with the office of protocol?

-That's what they tell us.

-Are their files computerised?

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

Can we access those files?

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

I can't get in touch with them.

-We can interface.

-Can you do it now?

There'll be hell to pay.

Tom...

Does it matter to you that much?

OK.

Thanks. I'll be back in five minutes.

KNOCKING Come in.

What is it now?

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

Yes?

Let's just get this whole business over with.

And I'm sorry I blew up at you.

We're all very tired.

Tom.

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

Well...first things first, huh?

-How are we doing, Sam?

-I'm into the State Department computer.

-It was easy.

-Can you print that out for me?

You got it.

A lot of paper.

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

We found one from a gas station in Annapolis.

Great.

-These the new people at the Pentagon?

-Yeah.

There are 4,700 possibles so far. But we've had a real break.

The CID has pinned down your man's blood type.

-How'd they get that?

-Autopsy specimen.

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

Blood type is A positive.

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

You're a genius, Sam.

I am, I am, I am.

You should get some sleep. You must be exhausted.

I know if I'm exhausted or not.

As you say.

You look like you just stepped out of a bandbox.

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

I'm just trying to do my job.

It would be a lot easier if you'd stop attacking me.

I'm sorry. I'm just tired.

I've got a lot on my mind.

If it doesn't keep moving towards a coherent image, we 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'd 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 thing is a 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?

-Can you slow up the resolution on that picture?

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

That's what I need.

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

Looks all right to me.

We're pulling away from our reference information.

Advise them to program a Fourier transform.

That seems like a waste of time.

Just do what I want, OK?

Take it easy, Sam. 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'?

-We're going to go down to Major Donovan's office.

You can give a full 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 son of a bitch 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 in the building.

-Buzz the secretary please.

-They had a witness and...

I know.

-Can I go in?

-Go right in.

-Well, what are my orders...sir?

Close all the exits, Major.

Hold your witness while we decide what to do.

Yes, sir.

-Is Yuri in the building?

-So it would seem.

-This is splendid work, Tom.

I've had all the exits closed.

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

In five minutes the place would be swarming with TV cameramen.

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

It's the largest building in the world.

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

-I'll see to it.

-Major Donovan.

-Sir?

-I suggest that all officers carry side arms.

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

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

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

That's right.

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.

No, it ain't him. I just rented the guy a boat. Give me a break.

I'm sick of this shit.

-How much longer?

-Scott, it's impossible to search this entire building. It would take all night.

We have a shift finishing at five and one at six.

-What do you suggest we do then?

-Let them out through the mall entrance.

We'll have both witnesses there.

What do you think?

-Television.

-We haven't been allowed in,

but we're told there's a bottleneck of hundreds, perhaps thousands of people, waiting to go home.

Those who have been allowed to leave say they were first 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 stay here, follow events,

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

Melissa Donaldson, WCDM, at the Pentagon.

He must have gotten out past us.

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

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

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

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

-You're to initial this, sir.

-What?

-You're to initial this.

-What is it?

Authorisation to release the Atwell woman's body for burial.

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

-How many are men?

Come on. Nobody told me I had to sort 'em out by sex.

I got to take a break, man.

Sam, I need to talk to you.

-I have to have your help.

-I slowed it up as much as I could.

-But they'll recognise this picture soon.

-There's nothing more I can do.

They mean to kill me, Sam.

-Tom, you haven't slept for two days.

-I'm telling you the truth, I don't stand a chance in hell.

For God's sakes, why? lf you didn't have anything 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, Sam. 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.

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

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

-Can't we just print?

-The computer is searching.

The protocol is to find the right place 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 searching in here.

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

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

All right, ladies and gentlemen, 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.

ALARM RINGS

-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, Commander?

You can't go in there. I said you can't go in there!

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

-Call off the search.

You're not looking for a Russian spy, but somebody who knows Susan Atwell was your mistress.

-What?

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

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

-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.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

I'll get Scott in... Come in for God's sake!

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

There's been a murder.

-He shot Dr Hesselman.

-Goddamn it.

-What's happened, Major?

-I think Yuri's cornered.

-He's between here, communications and the officers' 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 is the man who was with Miss Atwell,

then Commander Farrell is the man who killed Miss Atwell.

And we know that the man who killed Miss Atwell is Yuri, therefore Commander Farrell is Yuri.

Quod erat demonstrandum.

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

You have no idea what men of power can do.

Wait a second.

Scott has been a loyal and valuable friend.

I let that friendship cloud my judgement.

My actions have been inexcusable.

Scott. Scott! Give me the gun.

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

but I swear I'll do everything I can to help you out. Everything.

I'll get you the best lawyers.

David, he doesn't have a shred of proof.

Wait.

He was fiercely jealous of Susan.

A man like that... Do you understand?

Suppose we had planned on working late Sunday night.

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

-David?

-Don't touch me.

He went there looking for me.

They argued... You can assume the rest.