The Good Shepherd

This film contains some strong language

HEAVY BREATHING

'You are safe here with me.'

RADIO: "..decision been reached on how far the country is willing to go

"in helping an anti-Castro uprising or invasion in Cuba?"

JFK: "First I want to say that there will not be, under any conditions,

"an intervention in Cuba by United States Armed Forces.

"This government will do everything it possibly can,

and I think it can meet it's responsibilities,

"to make sure no Americans involved in any actions inside Cuba."

WOMAN SPEAKS RUSSIAN

Excuse me, sir. Do you have change for a dollar?

-Thank you, sir.

-You're welcome.

From our friends on Wall Street.

-Miami?

-Right away.

Cardinal's interested.

So the weatherman says Sunday is the perfect day for a trip to the beach.

I hope you can still dance, Edward.

In a few days we'll be doing the cha-cha in El Comandante's bedroom.

I'll try to remember to bring my dancing shoes, Richard.

-Good morning, Ray.

-Mr Hayes.

Miami. And our Op Centre off Guatemala.

Pack a bathing suit, Mr Brocco. We're going for a swim.

What do you make of our chances for success?

If we get the support that we've been promised,

I'd say it's fairly certain.

If there are any doubts, I can still put out the fire.

It's gone beyond that.

Rocking chair is still smiling.

KNOCK AT DOOR

It's the White House.

Everybody is waiting for the good news.

Godspeed.

When you're back, come up to the mountains. We'll go fishing.

Yes, sir.

He's been put on notice.

"In Cuba, sometime before dawn,

"The invading forces' B-26 bombers give air cover to men

"landing on the beach.

"As the sun rises, there's a surprise attack from Castro's air force.

"The B-26s are shot down.

"Without air cover, the anti-Castro forces' ships are attacked

"and the men are cut off from their supplies."

"The situation looks dire."

-MAN SPEAKS SPANISH TRANSLATOR:

-Where's the air support?

-MAN SPEAKS SPANISH

-Where the hell is the Navy?

-TRANSLATED:

-Would you throw something into this

vital point in the battle?

MAN SPEAKS SPANISH

Enemy in red trucks coming from red beach

are right now 1km from blue beach.

Two thousand militia attacking blue beach

from east to west.

We need...

close air support immediately.

Well, I am destroying all my equipment and communications.

I have nothing with which to fight. I'm going to the woods.

I cannot wait for you. I'm going to the woods.

FIDEL CASTRO GIVES SPEECH OVER RADIO

They knew where to find us.

There's a stranger in our house, sir.

HEAVY BREATHING

WOMAN: "I love you."

"People who really love each other don't have secrets."

"You are safe here with me."

"I love you."

"People who really love each other don't have secrets."

"You are safe here with me." HEAVY BREATHING

MUFFLED DIALOGUE

"I love you."

"People who really love each other don't have secrets."

HEAVY BREATHING

"You are safe here with me."

'The president's saying he'll break the CIA into a thousand pieces.'

'Somebody on your desk gave away the store.'

Told the Soviets where to find you at the Bay of Pigs.

You've got a big problem very close to home.

There will be an extensive house cleaning on your side of the street.

SIGHS

Fucking cigarette.

My ring doesn't even fit me any more.

They didn't get it all.

I'm sorry.

Be careful.

Your name is on a must-worry list.

Right at the very top.

You forgot your hat.

Somebody left a package on my doorstep last night.

Have Tech wash them right away.

I've been trying to reach you.

"I haven't been at the Embassy compound. I'm doing outside work."

I heard there was a setback.

Sometimes the best laid plans of mice and men...

"Be very careful."

I'll be fine. You worry too much.

-Just please be careful.

-"Everything is fine."

Goodbye, son.

Goodbye, Father.

KETTLE DRUMS BANG

# ..We sail the ocean blue... #

APPLAUSE

BAND PLAYS

CHEERING

# I'm called Little Buttercup

# Dear Little Buttercup

# Though I could never tell why

# But still I'm called Buttercup Poor Little Buttercup

# Sweet Little Buttercup, I

# I've treacle and toffee, I've tea and I've coffee...

FALSETTO VOICE: But, hark ye, my merry friend,

hast ever thought that beneath this

gay and frivolousssss...

..sss exterior,... ALL LAUGH

..there may lurk a...

NORMAL VOICE: ..cankerworm?

MUSIC PLAYS GENERAL CHATTER

Ms Buttercup. Skull and Bones.

Accept or reject?

Accept.

Not a word to anyone.

-How does it feel being a woman?

-Why do you wanna know?

Gentlemen...

I will remind you you have all taken an oath of secrecy.

You've been chosen to become members of America's most secret society.

For over 100 years,

Skull and Bones members have included a president,

vice presidents, Supreme Court justices,

congressmen and senators, captains of science and industry.

The very best of America.

ALL: Wer war der Thor, wer weiser,

wer Bettler oder Kaiser.

Ob arm ob Reich, im code gleitch. CHEERING OVERLAPS

CHEERING GRUNTING

Come on!

BOOING

-I don't think this is for me.

-You can't take it personally.

Getting pissed on is personal, Mr Russell. I take it very personally.

Edward. We're all in this together.

Come back inside.

We're brothers for life.

Tell us, Mr Wilson, brother to brother,

something you've never told anyone before.

Your most guarded secret.

Something... you will need to trust us with.

It was the 4th of July, 1925.

I was six.

'I was playing tag with a friend of mine.'

Edward, careful.

'And I tried to get away from him so I ran up to my parents' room.'

'And I hid in the closet.'

I looked at my father's clothes

and hanging there was his Admiral's jacket.

And then I heard a sound. And I saw my father.

'I must have made a noise because he turned and came into the closet

'and opened the door.'

Have you ever made up a story, Edward?

Told your friends something that wasn't true?

And you know that if they found out

they wouldn't like you any more.

'Why? Because you lied to them.'

Do you understand?

'And he asked me if I knew what trust was.'

And I said trust is when you feel safe with someone.

Like with my friends. Like with you and mother.

And then he said,... "Don't ever lie."

'"If you lie to your friends they won't trust you."'

"And you will have nothing."

"And you'll never be safe."

'He told me to go and watch the fireworks.'

'Because they'd started.'

And then he shut the door.

The sound of the gunshot was very different

from the sound of the fireworks.

And even at six years old I knew there was a big difference.

'There was a lot of blood.' Father?

'And in his left hand he held a note that was sealed.'

'I don't know why, buy I took it and I put it in my pocket.'

-'I always said it was an accident.'

-It was an accident, wasn't it?

It wasn't an accident. My father killed himself.

# ..to the place where Louie dwells

# To the dear old temple bar we love so well

# Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled

# With their glasses raised on high

-# And the magic of their singing... #

-Congratulations, Mr Wilson.

I'm Richard Hayes. Master of secrets and orders.

# Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we loved so well... #

-What did the note say?

-I told you I never read the note.

You didn't read the note?

No. # We will serenade our Louie

# While life and voice shall last... #

My father said your father

was going to be appointed Secretary of the Navy,

until his loyalty

was brought under question.

# ..we're poor little lambs who have lost our way... #

We're not going to have a problem with your loyalty, are we?

# We're little black sheep who have gone astray... #

"And yet, a certain word, a glance, a guise,

"will mirror never show,

"reflecting not my gaze

"but my uncertain question caught

"inside a shadow of our shifting eyes."

That really is quite elegant, Mr Wilson.

Good order. Very precise.

Feeling of the unknown.

Fine poetry is the music of mathematics.

Numbers... Singing...

You have to look behind the words

to understand their meaning.

Hmm...

Right, well, good night, gentlemen.

Mr Wilson...

May I see you in my office for a few words?

I am recommending you as editor of our poetry magazine, The Poeticus.

I'm honoured. Thank you. I appreciate your faith in me.

Never be ashamed of your abilities, Edward.

Wasn't there a picture that used to

sit on the mantel there? It was a...group of soldiers?

It's my father's Crimean War regiment.

The glass broke and I...

I'm having it mended.

I remembered it because it reminded me of my father. He was in the war.

VEHICLE DRIVES AWAY

-I think we're being watched.

-Watched? What do you mean?

There's a man in a hat.

I don't see anybody.

You know, there's so much I'd like to share with you, Edward.

But I hardly know anything about you at all.

Apart from you being a particularly bright student.

I feel that we have a...

kind of kindred spirit.

-I really should be going.

-Oh, I've started to write something.

-Perhaps you'd like to hear it.

-SHUFFLES PAPERS

"A bud has burst on the upper bough

"The linnet sang in my heart today.

"I know where the pale green grasses show.

'"By a tiny runnel, off the way And the earth is wet.

'"A cuckoo said in my brain,

'"Not yet, not yet."'

'I haven't finished it.'

GIRL TAPS PEN

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Please.

I'm sorry. I can't hear.

What's your name?

Edward.

I'm sorry. Would you say it again? I have to read your lips.

Edward.

Hello, Edward.

I'm Laura.

I'm sorry, would you say that again? GIGGLES

There isn't one person in 100 who would walk by a hat on a bench

without giving it a second look.

That says a lot about you. You don't distract easily.

She's a very pretty girl.

Sam Murach. I'm with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Mind if I walk along with you?

I had a chance to have a talk with a fraternity brother of yours.

John Russell, the senator's son.

John said you might help us. You're friendly with Dr Fredericks?

He's my thesis advisor, if that's what you mean.

He's been recruiting faculty members and students

to join an organization called the American German Cultural Committee.

It's a Nazi front. Has he talked to you about that?

I'm a poetry student, Mr Murach.

I'm not political.

We're very interested in finding out the names of some of the organizers.

Are you asking me to spy on Dr Fredericks?

I'm asking you to be a good citizen.

You blow that thing up, it'll be fine.

I'll be seeing you.

"In Poland, Hitler watches German regiments

"stream across the River San.

"This was part of the river line which the invading army forced

"in its flanking drive through southern Poland.

"The Nazi Fuhrer makes a quick tour in the conquered nation

"among the soldiers in captured towns.

"Hitler has given the word of war, and war it is!"

Ladies and gentlemen, it is a great privilege

to have with us tonight Mr Haupt, the Fuhrer's Education Minister.

Mr Haupt...

Good evening. Thank you, Dr Fredericks,

members of the committee, for giving me the opportunity to come to Yale.

Germany has always been...

Yes. It's been an interesting trip so far.

It has been a great pleasure to discover parts of the country,

especially New Haven and your wonderful university.

I would like to continue to come back, make new acquaintances.

-Excuse me.

-Of course.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Someone's in here.

-Are you enjoying yourself, Edward?

-Very much so.

I'd like you to meet, er, Mr Haupt.

-Er, Dr Manheim.

-Yes, we've met.

I've been asked by the faculty chairman

to relinquish my post here at Yale.

Now, you'll hear many reasons for what caused my departure.

Suffice it to say, I'm leaving with my name intact.

Good luck in your endeavours.

-SIGHS

-Now, Edward...

What did I do to deserve this? Have you such little regard for me

that you'd betray me for my political beliefs?

You know and I know

Trumbull Stickney wrote that poem in 1902.

You were my teacher. You betrayed me.

BAND PLAYS LIGHT JAZZ

I thought we were going to a party.

You want to protect me from them, don't you?

No.

-You think they'll make fun of me.

-That's not it. That's not true.

It's OK.

I'm happy to be with you.

Would you like to dance?

I'm not a very good dancer.

That's all right. I'm not a good dancer either.

How does this song go?

# Blue skies...

# Smiling on me

# Nothing but blue skies

# Do I see... #

-TAPPING ON MIC

-Excuse me, everybody, I have an announcement.

I've just been told England and France

declared war on Germany.

But please continue dancing and enjoying our music

and I'll update you as information comes in.

-Thank you.

-VOICES MUMBLING

BAND RESUMES PLAYING

Before long, we'll be at war, too.

Would you like to get a room for us?

Erm...

Turn down the light.

I can't. I can't!

-Good night.

-Good night.

Thank you, Edward.

For what?

For being so nice.

RAIN FALLS

-TV:

-"In view of the fact we're taking a propaganda lambasting,

"why is it not useful, sir, for us to explore with you

"the real facts behind this, or our motivations?"

"There's an old saying that, er,

"victory has 100 fathers and defeat is an orphan.

"And I wouldn't be surprised if

"information poured in here in regard to recent activities..."

Hello, Edward.

What are you doing here?

There were only a handful of us until moment zero

who knew where we were going to land in Cuba.

One of us couldn't keep a secret.

I know it wasn't me.

Mr Allen asked for the Zapata list of personnel

who participated in the operation.

-I don't have one.

-Tell Mr Allen I'll give him the list personally.

We're in the same boat together.

-A leaking boat.

-Don't ever think we're in the same boat, Mr Hayes.

We're either going to sink or swim.

Together.

People like us,

we don't let each other drown.

"I have said as much as I feel can be usefully said by me

"in regard to the events of the past few days.

"Further statements, er, detailed, er, discussions,

"are not to, er, conceal responsibility,

"because I'm the responsible officer of the government... "

LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC FADES IN

Mother, Father. This is Edward Wilson.

-Mrs Russell.

-Hello.

-Senator.

-Yes. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

-Phillip and Toddy Allen.

-Hello.

Mr Allen was President of Bones, Class of '12.

-Welcome to our little clubhouse.

-Thank you.

Where's Clover?

Ah, here she is.

..I think so, yes.

This is my sister, Clover.

-Hello, I'm Edward.

-Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

POUNDS CANE ON FLOOR

Bonesmen!

ALL: All here!

Reverend Collins will offer grace.

-Bonesmen first, God second.

-Dear God, we thank you

for guiding the Evans Family Trust in the care of our beloved island,

so that we may come here with our families and our friends

in comfort and in privacy.

BAND PLAYS LIGHT JAZZ, MAN CROONS

He said he'd ask me to dance, so I'll catch up with you later.

-Here we go!

-# My heart grows tipsy in me

# You and you alone

# Bring out the gypsy in me... #

-Don't you dance, Mr Wilson?

-Nobody asked me.

Oh...

Well,

I think I'll take my chances.

I'm asking.

# Above all

# I want my arms

# about you

# So don't you be

# a naughty baby

-John is very fond of you.

-I'm very fond of him.

He's talking of going off to fight with the English.

My father isn't particularly pleased

because he's one of the organizers of America First.

Wouldn't look very good for an isolationist's son to go off to war.

Your brother John is a man of great conviction. I admire him.

And what about you, Mr Wilson? What do you believe in?

Are you in school?

You don't say very much, do you?

When there's something worth saying.

Oh! Well...

I think I'm going to like you.

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY

Mr Hayes.

Gentlemen.

General William Sullivan, Mr Edward Wilson.

It's a great honour, sir.

I'd get up and shake your hand, but my fucking feet are killing me.

Something about too much sugar in my blood and my urine.

So, when do you boys start your pissing contest?

LAUGHS

-CHUCKLES

-I'll excuse myself.

Thank you, Phillip.

Why don't you sit down?

You understand that whatever we discuss doesn't leave this room.

Of course.

We'll eventually get involved in this war.

Not because we want to, but because we have to, and we should.

The President has asked me to create a Foreign Intelligence Service.

I'll be looking for patriotic, honourable, bright young men

from the right backgrounds to manage the various departments.

In other words, no Jews or Negroes,

very few Catholics, and that's only because I'm a Catholic.

You'd be trained and commissioned and posted overseas.

If you're interested, you have to be ready to leave at a moment's notice.

I don't want your answer now. Just think about it.

But this isn't a bunch of frat boys

sitting around playing with their pricks.

This is for real. For America.

Not here! Not in front of your sister!

Let's go.

-Have fun.

-And behave yourselves.

SHE SIGHS WISTFULLY

I'm supposed to be looking for the perfect husband.

Are you the perfect husband, Mr Wilson?

Perfect in every way. MAN CROONS IN DISTANCE

Then, is there some reason that you won't

put your arm around me?

# Day and night

# Night and day...

Umm...

# You are the one

I like this. Very smart.

# You beneath the moon

# And under the sun

# Whether near to me...

# Or far...

Do you have a problem with women, Mr Bones?

Do you love me?

-What?

-Tell me you love me.

I love you.

-Do you love me?

-I do. I love you.

-I still don't believe you.

-I love you.

-Say it. Say it.

-I think I love you...

-Look at me. Stop. Stop.

-Tell me!

-I love you! I think I love you.

As soon as the world comes to its senses, I'm going to travel.

London, Paris, Rome...

You can come with me.

Is everything all right?

Fine.

We're worlds apart.

What do you mean?

I feel like I'm just a curiosity to you.

What...? That is not... That's not true.

I feel like I'm not real to you...

That is not true.

-Edward...

-That is not how I feel about you.

Edward?

John.

I've been looking everywhere for you.

My sister... She's pregnant.

I know you'll do what's expected of you.

'Do you, Edward Bell Wilson, take Margaret Ann Russell

to be your lawfully wedded wife?'

'To love, honour and cherish,

'in sickness and in health in good times and in bad times,

'until death do you part?'

'I do.'

-'I now pronounce you man and wife.'

-GUESTS CHEER

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

GUESTS CHATTER

A man in uniform wants to see you.

-Excuse me, Mother.

-Oh, by the way, darling,

did your mother and I ever tell you where we took our honeymoon?

Asheville!

Mr Edward Wilson?

If we could speak alone, sir.

-Would you like to sit down?

-No, thank you, sir.

General Sullivan sends his regards. I'm to ask you,

if you're still interested in seeing the rest of the world.

Yes, I-I certainly would be.

-Good afternoon, sir.

-Thank you.

My orders came through. I'll be going overseas.

When?

In one week.

What are you going to do, Edward?

Save the world?

'You are safe here with me.'

The photograph is particularly dark.

As we can see, there is a Caucasian man and a Negro woman.

The resolution breaks down pretty quickly.

The film stock is definitely Russian, low grade.

One of the areas we've been focusing on is the mosquito netting.

Mosquito netting is predominantly in Africa, Southeast Asia,

any tropical climate.

The window curtains here have a distinctive pattern on them

of baobab trees, also seen in Africa.

Next to the curtains, we can see the building's balustrade.

There's a pigeon here. It's kind of hard to make out.

Pigeons are mostly found in urban areas, town squares.

If you listen closely, you'll hear an airplane.

We've washed it out.

ENGINE ROARS

By the sound of the engines, we determined that it's taking off,

more than 1,000 feet off the ground, which suggests a large urban area.

When you clear out background noise, you can hear a female voice.

WOMAN WHISPERS: "I love you."

"People who really love each other don't have secrets."

Assuming it's the same woman, linguists say her accent is French.

MUFFLED SPEECH ON TAPE

-There's one word we can't make out.

-TAPE WHINES

There's an unidentifiable noise washing her out.

-HIGH-PITCHED WAILING

-It plays at a high frequency,

suggesting an air-raid siren of some sort.

-We're gonna keep playing with it.

-TAPE WHINES

WHINING TAPE TURNS TO GENUINE AIR-RAID SIREN

CHURCHILL: 'This is a time for everyone to stand together...

'and hold firm as they are doing.

'I express my admiration for the exemplary manner

'in which all the air-raid precaution services of London

'are being discharged.'

-May I help you?

-I'm here to see the tailor about a fitting for a suit.

What kind of suit would you be interested in?

A tweed or worsted? A nice gabardine?

Perhaps a worsted and a tweed.

-Both single-breasted?

-Yes.

Two or three buttons, sir?

Three buttons.

If you might come this way, please, sir.

EASY LISTENING MUSIC ON RADIO

-Please. Our senior tailor will be right with you, sir.

-Thank you.

Welcome to London.

You're going to have to learn as quickly and thoroughly as possible

the English system of intelligence. The black arts.

Particularly counterintelligence.

The uses of information, disinformation,

and how their use is, ultimately, power.

They've agreed to open their operations to us.

They can't win the war without us, but they don't really want us here.

Intelligence is their mother's milk and they don't like sharing

the royal tit with people who don't have titles.

Your London tutor is waiting to meet you.

This way, sir.

OVERLAPPING SPEECH IN ENGLISH AND GERMAN

I should have known better than to use Stickney.

Job well done, Mr Wilson. You blew a two-year operation for me.

I told General Sullivan to keep an eye on you.

Just as well, really.

I was beginning to long for the bone-chilling cold of home.

It isn't personal.

Mr Carlson? Is this the American Trade Bureau?

Which product?

Dry goods.

-You're late.

-Yeah.

That's what my mother said.

"Raymond Duca Brocco, born May 8, 1907, New York City."

"St Ignatius High School, Fordham University."

-"Married Anita Delvecchio, two children..."

-Stephanie and David.

"Six-foot-two, 182 pounds, black hair, brown eyes."

"Military record, five years Intelligence."

Anything to add?

Do you wanna look up my ass, too?

-You're working for me -

-I'm working for the US government -

In this office, I am the US government.

You're pretty sure of yourself for somebody who just began.

-They wouldn't say your name.

-How do you know you're in the right place?

They said you were a serious SOB without a sense of humour.

There can't be two of you.

PHONE RINGS

PHONE RINGS

Are you going to answer it?

Depends if I'm working for you.

One of your jobs, Sergeant, is answering the telephone.

-Yes, sir.

-RINGING CONTINUES

Use your tradecraft well,

particularly the use of black propaganda,

and the ingredient known as playback,

Understanding how your own disinformation works on the enemy.

-It's almost four.

-How do you spell syphilis? One "L" or two?

Syphilis... One, I think.

I never had it.

It's vital to penetrate the enemy's intelligence services.

Push them into an unreal world.

RADIO: "Doctors in England today announced that medical records taken

"from Adolf Hitler's personal physician, Dr Theodore Morrell,

"revealed that Mr Hitler had contracted syphilis

"while serving in the German Armed Forces during WW1."

'The very qualities that make a good intelligence officer,

a suspicious mind, a love of complexity and detail,

are the very qualities of someone you'll be observing.'

CAR TYRES SCREECH

Good evening, Lord Cooper.

I have some information that might be of interest to you.

The mental facility to detect conspiracies and betrayal

are the same qualities most likely to corrode natural judgment.

Everything that seems clear is bent.

And everything that seems bent is clear.

You must learn to recognize when a lie masquerades as the truth,

and then deal with it efficiently, dispassionately.

We know you're passing information to the German High Command.

Never give anyone time to think.

I'll offer you one of two choices.

You set the tone of the discussion and quickly come to the point.

You can be executed for treason, or continue to spy for the enemy

and provide them with information we provide you with.

Pass this on to your German friends or there won't be a second chance.

You'll simply be hanged as a spy. Do we understand each other?

-How do we know he won't be working for two masters?

-Precisely.

We don't.

How do I know if I can even trust you?

You won't.

I mean, I hope you're lucky enough to meet someone you trust.

I regret to say

I haven't.

You must be young Edward.

Dr Fredericks has told me so much about you.

-Arch Cummings.

-Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you.

I understand we're of a like mind on many things.

Good schoolboys, Yale, Cambridge.

Dreamers.

They say to be an exceptional intelligence officer,

you have to have a steady mind,

an unwavering sense of belief in what you're doing,

and to be a hopeless romantic.

PHONES RINGS

American Trade Bureau.

It's overseas. A Senator Russell for you.

SIREN WAILS Hello?

Yes. Yeah. Yes, I can hear you.

Thank you for telling me.

Goodbye. SIREN CONTINUES TO WAIL

Erm, we had a boy.

LINE CRACKLES Would you mind if we called him Edward?

-If we called him Edward Junior?

-CLOVER "I love it. It's perfect."

-"Fit for a king."

-That's what I was thinking. Fit for a king.

-TO BABY

-"You like Edward? Aw! I think he likes it.

"So, how are you? Are you...

"saving the world and keeping us safe?"

Sometimes.

What colour are his eyes?

LINE CRACKLES

Hello? Hello?

'When he's old enough, you can read it to him.'

It's a first edition.

Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol. It was my father's.

He would read it to me when I was a boy.

Thank you.

I had an unfortunate discovery today.

A man that works for me, sat just outside my door,

I found out he had given a rose to a woman, with a small note.

The rose was quite lovely, an Abyssinian rose,

its stem neatly wrapped in silk paper.

All quite beautiful and touching, save for the fact

that the paper had secret writing for her German friends

detailing changes to the American order of battle here.

Ahem. Excuse me, sir.

-Thank you.

-Thank you, sir.

How did the Irish poet say it? Hmm?

"Aye, a friend for today is tomorrow's heartbreak."

Do you know what my deepest fear is? That I will end up...

friendless.

Completely alone.

I think you two know each other.

-Richard. I didn't expect to see you.

-Hello, Edward.

Mr Hayes has come to work with us in Special Operations.

I hope you don't mind,

I've invited him to join our conversation.

Hmm...

Our dear English teacher has a bad habit of making easy friendships.

You know, of course, about his particular sexual tastes.

I...

I'm afraid he's not been very discriminating in his partners.

Some people are extremely worried about his exposure.

I hope you two can help sort this rather delicate matter out for us.

This seems to me to be a problem for the British.

Why are we involved?

The British are a civilized people.

They don't eat their own. They have somebody do it for them.

So, why are you telling me?

I'm giving you an opportunity to handle it.

Or somebody else will.

I'm sorry you've been brought into this.

If the headmaster won't listen to reason,

you might want to tie your shoe.

I'm sorry it has to be this way.

It's not something I'm happy about having to be doing.

Have you thought at all about...

maybe going back to teaching again full-time?

They're concerned about my personal associations, aren't they?

Cambridge boys stick together like glue.

I'm far too democratic in my tastes for them.

They like pressed trousers and proper buttons.

No. I've done all the teaching I intend to do.

I am who I am.

I'll suffer that.

Please. You've given all the service that you can.

It's time to retire.

The good schoolboy will be close by.

He'll want to know my response.

I understand if you want to tie your shoe.

It's a dirty business, Edward.

I've been part of it for far too long.

BELL TOLLS

You might want to think about getting a new pair of shoes.

There's a wonderful shop in St James.

Mr Pettibone's.

He's bootmaker to the King.

But then, I suppose we all are in our own way, aren't we?

Bootmakers to kings.

Get out while you still can.

While you still believe.

While you still have a soul.

Hello there. Any of you chaps got a light?

VICIOUS SHOUTING

SCREAMS

SCREAMING

HIGH-PITCHED SCREAMS, THUMPING

I'm sorry.

He knew too much.

You understand.

"People who really love each other don't have secrets."

"You are safe here with me."

It appears the word we couldn't make out had its sound wave clipped

by whoever made this tape. We restored it by amplifying

-specific frequencies seen on the oscilloscope.

-"Cochinos..."

Cochinos is Spanish for "pigs."

Let me hear it again. MACHINE WHIRRS

WOMAN: "Cochinos..."

The siren noise we couldn't pinpoint before were hiding church bells.

BELLS TOLL

For some reason, other noises were added to distort the bells.

In the mirror, you can make out the reflection of a church steeple,

whose three belfries correspond with the bells you hear.

The volume indicates that the church is across the street,

again, possibly a town square.

On the nightstand, we can see a clock radio.

It reads almost 10 o'clock,

which would correspond with the church bells.

I also have audio of a ceiling fan.

It's a four-blade, standard ceiling fan. We don't know where it's from.

There is something here.

It could be nothing significant, maybe a candle, a paperweight.

Or it may be something personal that we could identify them with.

We're going to wash it again, maybe see what's there.

How long until there's some...

definition as to exactly where we are?

We're going as quickly as we can, sir.

ANNOUNCER SPEAKS GERMAN

-How are Clover and your little boy?

-Good, thank you.

You know, he's almost five.

You made quite a name for yourself in London.

The World War is over.

But in every liberated country there will be a battle

between us and the Russians for their hearts and minds.

Since we dropped the bomb, they feel short between the legs.

The Russians still live in the 19th century. Beets and potatoes.

That will change. Right now, they're gobbling up territory,

taking home every scientist they can steal.

In 10 years, they'll have the bomb.

We have to get anyone that can be useful to us out of Berlin

before they do.

Churchill was right.

We shouldn't have stopped marching until we reached Moscow.

They're from Switzerland.

I had them sent with the pouch to Berlin.

When I was a child, my mother would always reward me with a chocolate.

It's a dreadful habit.

Chocolates or seeking approval?

Both.

SPEAKS GERMAN

He was an officer in the Abwehr, German Military Intelligence.

He says he knows the location of certain Nazi V-2 rocket scientists.

Ask him where he wants to go. INTERPRETER TRANSLATES

He wants to go to Chicago. He has relatives there.

If he provides us with names and locations of the scientists,

I'll arrange an exit visa for him.

(As soon as he's served his purpose, turn him over to the Nazi catchers.)

An ex-Waffen-SS Group Commander

would like to speak with you about asylum.

-It's very ugly, isn't it?

-It isn't meant to be jewellery.

I lost the sound in one ear altogether.

I can hear with the help of the apparatus out of this ear,

-but they say in one year or so...

-You hardly notice it's there.

(The Russians are interested in making a prisoner swap. )

We are prepared to offer you

some Jewish scientists liberated in the East

for some Nazi scientists you have here in Berlin.

These are the names we're willing to discuss.

I understand your cryptonym for me is Ulysses.

Is that for the James Joyce book or the Greek myth?

Do you know what our code name is for you?

Mother.

I took the first hot bath yesterday I've taken in three years,

since the siege of Stalingrad.

I sat for hours,

looking out the window,

soaking...

INHALES DEEPLY

When I was a soldier, my fingers were frostbitten.

Since then, when I get cold,

there is a pain.

Maybe you shouldn't live in Russia.

-CHUCKLES SOFTLY

-We all have our weaknesses.

What is yours?

I had heard you were silent.

"Made of stone," they said.

What is the expression?

"The silence is deafening."

You are going to be a formidable...

adversary, Mother.

I look forward to our association.

I hope it lasts for a long time.

TAPE PLAYS BACKWARDS

"I love you." BELLS TOLL

"People who really love each other don't have secrets."

"You are safe here with me."

We've made out the brand of the fan. It's called a Froid. It's Belgian.

The object on the nightstand,

we're still trying to find out what this is.

We just can't get any more definition out of it.

-BOY:

-"Who is this?"

Who's this?

"Hello, Father."

You have a birthday coming up.

"I'm going to be five soon."

Well, y-you're a big boy.

"I'm bigger than Andrew, and he's six."

CHUCKLES SOFTLY

-Is your mother there?

-"What? I can't hear you."

LINE CRACKLES

Is your mother there?

"She's getting dressed to go out with her friend.

"He has a new car. He let me drive with him."

"Hello, Mr Wilson. This is Edna."

"Mrs Wilson is upstairs. She's getting ready for dinner."

"I'll tell her you're on the phone."

I'll call back.

TAP AT DOOR

Pardon me.

-Do you need me for anything else?

-No, thank you.

-Gute Nacht.

-Gute Nacht.

Do you ever eat, Mr Carlson?

I like to cook. Would you like a home-cooked meal?

Have you ever read Ovid Metamorphoses in the original Latin?

It's quite beautiful.

"I grabbed a pile of dust and, holding it up,

"foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust.

"I forgot to ask that they be years of youth."

Bravo.

I should be going.

Would you like to stay?

Would you like me to?

I would like you to very much.

Maybe we could go somewhere together?

The lakes in Bavaria are still beautiful.

There was an inn there before the war

where they served breakfast in bed all day.

SHE HUMS TO HERSELF

Hanna.

I hope you never go home.

Bavaria is really a beautiful place.

I was born there. My grandmother...

..lived there.

I really miss her.

Why don't we go? Hmm?

I let a stranger into our house.

BANGING ON DOOR

Wer, danke?

Danke schoen.

CHILDREN CHATTER

Mother! Father's here! Mother...

Hello, Edward.

Hello, Clover.

I, erm...

I like to be called Margaret now.

It's very nice to see you.

It's good to see you, too.

I made something for you.

See? It's a ship.

But it's got the flag of England.

And then I put a pirate flag there.

And if you like, you can count...

how many sails there are.

You wanna try that?

-15.

-That's right.

15.

No, no, it's yours. I made it for you.

If it's all right with you, I thought...

maybe we could sleep in separate beds,

just until we get to know each other again.

I made up the spare room.

All right.

What do you hear from your brother John?

I thought you knew he was killed in Burma. In 1944.

You never mentioned it in your letters.

There wasn't very much to say.

Six years is a long time.

I was lonely

and I was with a man once.

He wasn't very interesting.

Were you with anyone?

It was a mistake.

Thank you for the ship you made... for me.

You're welcome.

I'm glad you like it.

Mother said you were in the war.

Did you fight? Did you kill anybody?

No.

-Good night.

-Good night.

CHILDREN SQUEAL No! You're it!

-Hello, Father.

-Hello, Edward. Hello.

-Hello, dear.

-There's somebody waiting for you in the den.

General.

Edward.

I'm sorry to barge in on you. Your wife helped me to a drink.

-Uh-huh.

-My feet...!

They keep cutting off pieces of them.

It's not dignified for men to have to die from the feet up.

Well, while everybody's been feeling good about themselves,

the Soviets, without firing a shot, have taken over half the world.

They're breathing down our necks. They'll be in our backyard soon.

I told the President about the need for a new Intelligence Service,

one that would do in peacetime what OSS did during the war.

Philip Allen will head the agency. Richard Hayes'll be his exec.

You'll take Division C, Special Ops that report only to the director.

It would be limited to overseas, obviously.

Subversive operations, intelligence gathering and analysis.

And I'd be interested in your thoughts about this,

particularly in your area of expertise, counterintelligence.

I'll be glad to help in any way I can.

-That's all right.

-Edward...go outside.

Excuse me, sir. Margaret!

Come on, Edward. Come, let's go outside. Daddy's busy.

All right?

Thank you.

I have to tell you, I have some real problems with this whole thing,

despite how much we need it.

I'm concerned that too much power will end up in the hands of too few.

It's always in somebody's interest to promote enemies, real or not.

I see this as America's eyes and ears.

I don't want it to become its heart and soul.

I told the President for this to work

there'll have to be some kind of civilian oversight.

Oversight? You can't have a covert organization

with people looking over your shoulder.

You know who gave Hitler his power? The clerks and the bookkeepers.

The civil servants.

I have this one weakness.

I believe in a just God.

I always seem to err on the side of democracy.

CHILDREN LAUGHING AND CHATTERING

This must be a nice place to raise a family.

I never made the time.

I'll be dead in less than a year.

I love this country.

We all do, sir. We all do.

No matter what anyone tells you, there's no-one you can really trust.

I'm afraid when all's said and done we're all just clerks, too.

I was under the impression that Dr Ibanez supported a democracy.

I'm afraid he's changed his mind.

He started to believe his own propaganda.

I mean, you dream this guy up, Edward, help get him elected...

Those are International Department of Central Committee members,

Trubnikov and Kushelnikov,

who have become overly interested in their natural resources,

particularly coffee.

Our economic interests are being compromised.

To say nothing of the dangers of a Soviet presence so close to home.

For security, we must establish our own presence there.

Wait. Stop! Can you go back?

Go... Go back a little bit.

Run it from there.

I just thought I saw something.

Put your heads together on this.

Michael will be going down there as an agricultural specialist

with the Mayan Coffee Company, non-official.

He'll be our eyes and ears.

-Congratulations.

-Thank you, sir.

-Good luck.

-Thank you.

I wouldn't wear my class ring down there.

Yes, sir. Of course.

I want all intelligence on this sent directly to me and no-one else.

I believe that's what you're looking for.

That'll do it.

TRANSLATED FROM SPANISH

ANXIOUS SHOUTING

Mr Wilson. This came for you through the Carlson cover address.

There was no card.

There's been a potential compromise down south.

Ulysses.

We can't wait another 24 hours.

If you can guarantee that all assets are in place

and prepare to move on my order, I'm prepared to move, as well.

Come back to bed.

-What were you talking about?

-It's grown-up talk.

-I had a nightmare.

-Everything's fine.

Could you stay with me another minute?

Try to get some sleep.

Yes. We haven't got time to be sure of this.

This whole thing hinges on support. If we don't have the support,

I can't guarantee the outcome. Can you guarantee the support?

That's not a guarantee. That's not an answer.

Well, do what you have to do. These men aren't ideological.

Put a little more in their Christmas stockings and they'll fall into line.

Call the station chief. I don't care if he's sleeping, get him out of bed.

Margaret tells us that you work for the CIA.

Well, my wife has a vivid imagination.

I'm a trade advisor. Civil servant.

-Good night.

-Good night.

-How dare you...

-You are never to tell anybody what I do.

-Those people are my friends.

-You are never to tell anyone

-what I do...

-I don't have a lot of friends!

-Never.

-What you do! I don't know what you do!

You leave at five, you get home at 10, seven days a week!

-I live with a ghost. I don't know what you do!

-PHONE RINGS

Call back.

They're ready. Launch the operation.

Say something.

-Say something.

-I have to go now.

Say... Say something.

Talk to me! Say something. Look at me. Say something.

OFFICER SHOUTS IN SPANISH Vamos! Silencio!

Come on.

Remember what I said. Don't touch anything. All right?

-Merry Christmas, Margaret. Edward.

-BOTH: Merry Christmas.

Is this young Edward? Would you like to come inside

and meet a very special guest?

We particularly enjoy having young ones around.

Oh. Santa Claus!

Would you like to meet Santa? Come along.

-Toddy is wonderful with children.

-Yes. She is.

Come and meet Santa.

-Would you like a drink, Edward?

-Thank you.

I believe congratulations are in order.

-The doctor has no more patients.

-The cost of malpractice.

-Gentlemen.

-Edward.

-Philip.

-Bill.

Gentlemen.

You can all be very proud of what you've started.

-Merry Christmas.

-Merry Christmas, Bill.

-SANTA:

-Christmas is always full of surprises.

Do you like surprises under the tree?

We'll make sure you have lots of surprises

and things like that, OK?

I'm sure Mom and Dad agree that that would be a good idea.

Surprises are the best part of Christmas. Don't you think?

How about, er, games?

How about, er, ball games?

LADY GASPS

-Can I get you a towel?

-I'm so sorry.

-Are you all right?

-It's all right.

-I couldn't help it.

-I think we should go home.

-Lower your voice.

-You can use our bathroom.

-Thank you.

Come with me, Edward. It's all right. Come with me.

Can I help you up, Mrs Wilson?

ALL SING "JINGLE BELLS"

# 'Tis the season to be jolly

# Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

# Down we now our gay apparel

# Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la

# Troll the ancient yuletide carol

# Fa-la-la-la-la, la, la, la, la

# See the blazing Yule before us

# Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

# Strike the harp and join the chorus Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

# Sing we joyous, all together

# Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la... #

Did you know that Philip is going to be on the Mayan Coffee Company's board of directors?

Remember what I said to you about friends?

TODDY LAUGHS I couldn't manage at that pace! >

-WOMAN:

-Cheers!

-Oh, you want to sing that?

-MURACH:

-You look good, Edward.

How long has it been? Seven, eight years?

A lot of water under the bridge.

Carolina and I, we just bought our first house.

And everything is already broken and I spend my weekends fixing things.

By the time I get it fixed, it'll be time to sell the fucking house.

Maybe you can give me a heads up on somebody.

You're asking me to give you FBI files on an American citizen?

You know I can't do that. It's against the law to spy on citizens.

Keep it.

Maybe someday you'll change your mind.

TAP AT DOOR

May I come in?

You know, I've never been in your office.

How was the fishing?

It was a bad year.

The water is too high.

I understand you wanted to personally give me

the Operation Zapata list yourself.

There isn't one, is there?

-You know it was a silent operation.

-It wasn't silent enough.

I've been asked by the President to suggest who we no longer need.

Who would you recommend, Edward?

I serve at the pleasure of the director, sir.

I'm just a gatekeeper.

Why is it that people like us choose to serve...

for nickels a day

in a profession that makes us constantly look over our shoulder

to see who is watching us?

When will you make your decision?

Decision?

I serve at the discretion of the President of the United States.

I will do what I think is best for the country.

It's important that we find out who's responsible.

-Good night.

-Good night.

At 22.42 call received on Berlin base chief's operational line.

Man says he is senior officer KGB. Would not give name.

Open up. Thanks.

KGB officer asked when Mr Edward Wilson is coming.

He wants to know Mr Edward Wilson's response.

Tell him Mr Edward Wilson is here

and would like to know what he intends to provide us with in return.

He says, "In return for safe journey

"he will provide Mr Wilson with clear understanding

"of last three losses in Moscow,

"and identities of Soviet agents in your country,

"penetrations of Moscow's station.

"Will also speak personally with Mr Edward Wilson about...

"Ulysses. Things only he knows of Ulysses.

"How he thinks, what he plans to do,

"and what he wants Mr Edward Wilson to think he is doing.

"To establish bona fides, he will carry with him...

"KGB surveillance photographs of all CIA officers in Moscow...

"..and will be more than happy to take...

"polygraph."

Ulysses.

Ask him what his weakness is.

"The cold."

Let's get him over here.

My name is Valentin Gregorievich Mironov.

My children's names are Anatoly and Sergei.

My father played the cello. I play the violin.

But you know this. I risk my life to come all the way to tell you this.

-To confirm what you already know...

-You failed the polygraph.

Every Russian fails polygraph.

Your polygraph doesn't understand the Russian soul.

What more do you want?

I've given you my bona fides, the names of agents...

"who has been compromised, who you need to know about..."

"I wanted to speak to Mr Edward Wilson."

We were told Mironov was with these men the day the photo was taken.

We're not even sure that any of the circled men are him.

"I told you three times already. Sergei Budanov."

"I want to speak to Mr Edward Wilson."

I would like some tea.

-There isn't any.

-I get thirsty when I say too much.

Are you going to keep up this inane questioning for much longer?

There is nothing you've told us we don't know, Mr Mironov.

I think you better try a little harder.

I didn't come here to deal with children, Mr Edison.

Or is it Mr Brocco?

We do our homework, too.

FOOTSTEPS

Hello, Mr Mironov. I'm Mr Wilson.

Hello, Mother.

Ulysses is obsessed with you. Night and day.

You are always on his mind.

He trusts nobody.

The only one whom he lets close is his aide. Sasha.

He is methodical. He plans things years in advance.

For instance, you should know he has developed a friendship

with a certain neighbour of yours. Fidel Castro.

A young man. He has high hopes for him.

I understand you had a most interesting fish swim your way.

Mr Allen thought it might be possible for me to speak with him.

With you as the chaperone, of course.

-I brought him a little gift...

-Send Mironov immediately.

It'll be nice to be closely working with you again.

I expect you to show me Washington. We can paint the town red together.

Valentin Mironov. Arch Cummings.

-It is a great pleasure to meet you.

-My pleasure.

-Sit down.

-Nice to have someone like you on our side of the street.

I...I thought you may enjoy this.

It's something you might appreciate. I hope you haven't read it.

-CHUCKLES

-Very clever.

Thank you.

All Russian is our orchard.

The land is great and beautiful.

There are many wonderful places in it.

Think, Anya.

Your grandfather, your great grandfather...

This is very bad translation. It is much funnier in Russian.

..Doesn't something human look at you from every cherry in the orchard?

From every leaf of every stalk?

Don't you hear their voices?

It's awful. Your orchard is terrible!

And when in the evening or at night you walk through the orchard

and the old bark glows with a dim light,

and the old cherry trees seem to be dreaming of all that was

100, 200 years ago...

I'm due at a meeting.

We've left those 200 years behind us,

but so far we've gained nothing at all. We don't know what the past is to be to us.

We only philosophise. We complain that we are dull

while we drink vodka.

For it's so clear that in order to begin to live in the present,

we must first redeem the past.

-Are you Laura?

-What?

Are you Laura? I'm supposed to offer you a ride.

MUSIC PLAYS CHATTERING

Hello, Edward.

Hello, Laura.

Why all the mystery?

Do you have children?

I have a boy.

Edward Jr. CHUCKLES SOFTLY

Do you have anybody?

-A cat.

-BOTH CHUCKLE

I've often imagined what my life would've been like with you.

And what did you imagine?

I thought you might teach.

Probably poetry.

I saw us living in a small college town.

You once said to me you were afraid your life was already planned out.

Are you doing what you want to do?

Life has been full of surprises.

You owe me a day at the beach.

HEAVY BREATHING

-How long do you think you'll be?

-As long as it takes.

-I think maybe I'll go ahead.

-All right.

# Nothing else is built the same

# Nothing in the world

# Has the soft and wavy frame... #

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Mother?

There was an envelope for you on the desk.

-Hey, you look lovely.

-Thank you.

# ..like a dame! #

PIANO REFRAIN

It's not enough that you ignore me our whole life!

-You have to humiliate me?

-Margaret...

-You disgust me.

You're disgusting.

Let's start from the last chorus.

# So suppose that dame and bride Are completely free from flaws... #

Mother forgot some of her things.

I'll see you at home.

Are you Laura?

Yes.

I was asked to give you this.