"[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]" "Captain Harry V. Thornton, I have the NSC night watch." " Where's Lieutenant Brooks?" " Halfway between here and Pearl." "Reassigned." "Strenuous duty." "GUARD:" "Word of the day, sir?" "HARRY:" "Steamboat." "Pass." " Hawaii, tough duty." " Heh." "[BUZZER BUZZES]" "[ALARM BLARING]" "GUARD 2:" "Fire!" " Quick, fire!" "GUARD 3:" "Get the extinguisher." "LEE:" "I hate this." "BILLY:" "Who doesn't?" "Get someone who hardly knows the guy or at least likes him." " It would go down a hell of a lot easier." " I tried." "Nobody likes him." "He's a goof." "I've had him on probation for six months." "That's enough time." "He's not improving." "He's not taking care of business." "Crawford, it's Melrose." "What is it now, Billy?" "It's not even 6:00." " Is there a flap on?" " I'm sorry, Larry." "You're terminated." "I need your ID and your ciphers." "You're scooching me?" "What for?" "You know the routine, Larry." " He can't say." " You weren't cutting it." "Now you're out." "Your clearances are canceled, including the agency and your office." "Security will detain you if you try to get back in." "Do you have any classified documents signed out?" "Any covert operations in the works?" "We'll check." "Your oath of secrecy is still binding, but as of now you're out of the spy business." "WOMAN [ON TV]:" "And up and down." "And up and down." "Knee to the chin and down." " Oh, forget it." "AMANDA:" "Oh, come on." " Mother, give yourself a chance." " Oh, if I keep this up I won't have a chance." "AMANDA:" "Get your motor revved up." " Oh...." "It is indecent to be this peppy at 7 a.m." "Mother, come on." "Once you get used to it, you'll love it." "DOTTY:" "I don't think so." " Fellas, what are you doing?" "[IMITATES MARTIAN]" "Martians like green milk." "AMANDA:" "If the Martians have used up all my food coloring..." "[KNOCKING ON WINDOW]" " ...they're gonna be in big trouble." " Who is that?" "DOTTY:" "Uh-oh." "That's either a very cold Peeping Tom or our next-door neighbor." "There's a moving van next door." " How rude to look through this window." " Oh, no." "DOTTY:" "Mrs. Gilstrap said he was a statistician." "Hello, won't you come in?" "It's a little chilly out there, isn't it?" "Thank you." "Yeah, a little." " Hi, well, I'm, uh, Amanda King." " Amanda." " Henry McConnell, friends call me Buck." " Hello." " Who're the Martians?" " These are my boys, Philip and Jamie." "Mr. O'Connell, this is my mother, Mrs. West." " Mother, this is Mr. O'Connell." " Hi." " McConnell." " Oh, I'm sorry." " Welcome to the neighborhood." " Thanks." "Glad to be here." "You haven't seen those boys from the power company, have you?" " No." " Figures." "They promised me a hook-up by today, but no juice." "Oh, I'm really sorry to hear that." "If you'd like to, you can wait here." "No." "But you know what?" "This came for you this morning." "You were still in the rack, so I signed for it." "Yeah." " Thank you very much." " Sure." "Well, I'm sorry you can't stay." "All right, zap, zap." "You are looking good." "[CHUCKLES]" "Oh, mother." "Well, well, well, you didn't get it." "CRAWFORD:" "There has been a setback." "Don't get exercised." "The letter's in a safe place." " I'll get it back again." " The deadline is already past." "And I use that term advisedly." " We paid you 50 thousand." " And worth every penny." "And a little patience." "I've been a month setting this up, tapping his phones following him to you and wait till you read it." "You're gonna be able to bring down the whole agency." "Nail Thornton for 30 years of double-dealing." "I want that letter by 2:00 tomorrow afternoon or we'll kill you in some terrible manner." "Really terrible." "[KNOCKING ON DOOR]" "Have a seat, Mrs. King." "Orchids are, uh, delicate flowers, you know that." "They can't do a thing for themselves." "You got my card?" "Yes, sir." "Sir, you look very familiar." "Oh, that's good." "So you, uh, recognize this puss my portrait, the agency, Georgetown foyer." "They gave me the painting when I retired." "Made me look old, so I left it." "I'm sorry." "I don't know what you're talking about." "That's all right, Mrs. King." "I know all about you." "I'm Harry V. Thornton." "I started that infernal place in '54." "And I've still got my clearance." "Here's my ID." "You're every bit as pretty as Lee says you are." "Every bit." "This is my cat Ike." "[PURRS]" "ID check out?" "AMANDA:" "Yes, sir." "You know about the codes and signals?" "You know the window warning?" "I've never used them." "Well, we'll have a private code." "If you ever see a pot of flowers on that ledge over there, that's trouble." "So stay away." "Got it?" "And you, uh, know what Zulu Blue means?" "Oh, yes, sir." "Respond without question." "That's why I'm here." "Good." "I want you to spy on Lee Stetson." "I think I'd better be going." "Give me a minute, I mean Lee no harm." "He's kind of like my own boy." "I just want you to be my eyes and ears out at the agency." "Why?" "A few hours ago, a fire was started in my secret papers in the State Department." "I've gotta find out about a letter from Ike, not the cat, the general." "Somebody wanted to burn your letter?" "Not burn it." "Take it." "Now the fire was a diversion." "The letter is invaluable, Mrs. King." "It's Ike's Presidential pardon to me in advance." "I work for the Russians, but, uh, I really work for us." "I'm a triple agent and, uh, Lee doesn't know." "[SIGHS]" "Somehow the Russians found out about that letter and took it and, uh, we've gotta get it back." "I think you should tell Lee, heh." "This is dangerous for him." "You see, that letter is all I've got to prove that I'm not a turncoat." "I created the agency." "I hired all the senior people, Lee in '73." "If I'm branded a traitor they'll all be suspect as double agents." "The agency will be terminated." "And if they catch Lee working on this for me, it'd be worse for him." "But why do you want me to watch him?" "You're unique, Amanda." "You're not an agent." "But Lee trusts you completely and that's good enough for me." "You're exactly what I need for this." "Oh, gee, I don't know." "I know you don't." "But Lee says you have good instincts." "He says he'd follow you blind through a blizzard at midnight." "Come on." "He didn't say that." "Sure he did, which is how I know you'll make the right decision." "WOMAN:" "Mrs. King." " Hmm." "Oh." "Thank you, Mrs. Marston." "Mrs. Marston" " Good morning, Amanda." "AMANDA:" "Good morning, sir." " Good morning, Lee." " Good morning." "This is great timing." "Are you ready for a big job?" "Oh, yes, sir." "Think twice." "Billy means big." "You see, we had to scooch...." "Uh...." "I mean fire an agent, Larry Crawford." "We have to seal his office and then clean it out." "It's never fun." "It's like creeping under his bed, all his personal things are in there." " Can't he do it himself?" " No, no." "Security." " Are you game?" " Yes, sir." "I'm game." "All right." " There's a red flag on Crawford." " I'll make a note." "If he shows up, detain him." " The offices are upstairs in the overflow." " Yes, sir." " Lee?" " Hmm?" " Who is that man in the portrait?" "LEE:" "That's Harry V. Thornton." "Do you know him?" " Why all the sudden interest?" " It's not sudden interest." " It's just sudden asking." " Yes, I know him." " He's the guy who hired me." "AMANDA:" "You know him pretty well." "Well, this was the agency until we moved underground in 1960." "We're out of rooms, so we're moving back up." "Crawford's office has an IFF cover as a film library." "Yes, sir." "But it's really the Q-Bureau." "What's the Q-Bureau?" "Q for question mark." " The odd cases, the real puzzlers." "AMANDA:" "Oh." "BILLY:" "Well, good luck." "It's all yours." "Uh, all mine?" "Hmm, well, it's gonna take a few days." "We'll keep a computer inventory going." " I mean, it's all yours." " Oh, no." " No." " What's the matter?" "He thinks he is gonna give me this Q-Bureau for keeps." " Well, that's wonderful." " It's not." "It's just more work." "Here's the combination to the vault." "It's a shambles." "We'll get all the locks changed and this button is the silent alarm." "Now I know why they issued us cyanide capsules." " You make me do this and I'll use mine." " Feel free." " Amanda." " Yes, sir." "If he lives, help him straighten things up." "Start with the fire this morning at State." "You'll have to be clever getting in there." "They've tossed a big blanket over it." "Billy." "[DOOR CLOSES]" "Billy." "You come back here." "You're not gonna get away with this." "BILLY:" "You've always wanted your own office." "You got it." "LEE:" "Oh, get that smile off your face." "Billy." " Amanda." " Yes." "I'm gonna be gone for awhile." "You make sure this door is locked because the security is light up here." " Okay." " Start alphabetizing those files, huh?" "Yes, good idea." "Take all the time you need." "I'm fine." "[PHONE RINGS]" "Phone ring." "Quarter." "Hello." "Uh, excuse me, you must have the wrong room." "This is the film library." "I know where I am, Miss." "I have clearance." "Captain Harry V. Thornton." "I don't think anyone's supposed to be in here." "I know there isn't, but I have Zulu Blue authorization." "You can confirm it with Security." "Uh, well, I'm only part-time but I'll check." "[ALARM BLARING]" "What the hell?" "Halt!" "Did you hit him?" "BILLY:" "How did he get in here?" "MARSTON:" "He didn't come in through the Georgetown foyer." "He used the electronic security screen in the garage, up the back stairs and the computer verified his ID at 11:40." "No." "Crawford was locked out of the computer this morning." "Not as Crawford, as Harry V. Thornton." "This is so weird." " Does Harry still have active clearance?" " Yes." "He's still active for the NSC and Zulu Blue." "Well, this is the man who was upstairs." "This is, uh, Larry Crawford." "Only he was in a Naval uniform and he had the, uh, phony ID." " How could you tell it was phoney ID?" " No way." "Francine, I know what Harry V. Thornton looks like." "I've seen his portrait upstairs in the Georgetown foyer." "That's fine and dandy." "But that man's ID is every bit as real as the one I'm wearing and you're wearing." "That's absurd." "It was Crawford, not Thornton." "Excuse me." "Efraim." "I'm certain you're all familiar with Efraim Beaman from the fabrication shop." "Beaman, what do you have to do with this?" "Mr. Crawford sent me a TTO requisition last month for a full legend as this man Thornton." "ID, driver's, credit, voter's, the whole works." "He gave me the particulars." "It's a perfectly good ID." "Standard." " How long have you been with us?" " Two years." "Two years." "And you don't know the name of Harry V. Thornton." "You didn't check the security web for actives?" "In fabrication we don't question our agent requests." "We're here to help you." "If you sent me a TTO for a legend as Santa Claus, I'd make it." "And it would fool Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer." "We already checked out Crawford 's place, he's packed up and gone." "I want you to find him in a hurry." " You worried about Harry?" " No, why?" "Look, Crawford probably took Harry's as an obscure active clearance." "Listen, if this gets too close to Harry, I'm gonna take you off of it." " Billy, I'll be fine." "BILLY:" "Add this up." "At 3 a.m., Crawford set the fire at State using Thornton's name." "An hour later, he checked in here for the last time as himself." "Maybe he hid something here that he took at State." " And now he wants it back." "BILLY:" "That's exactly my thinking." "You wanna change your mind about the Q-Bureau?" "Yeah." "It's suddenly becoming a very interesting place." "Amanda, what are you doing?" "Oh, just minding my own business." "Excuse me." "How about minding a little of my business?" "Huh?" "Could take this stuff up to Q-Bureau?" "It's desk clutter from the bullpen." " Sure." "Where are you going?" " State Department." "That fire that Crawford set is the key to this thing." "The sooner I figure that out, the sooner I find him." "Right." "I bet it's a doozy." "It's probably better than mine." "LEE:" "What?" "What's better?" " Your idea about how to get in Billy said they'd thrown a blanket over it." "LEE:" "Hold it." "That's right, he did." "What's your idea?" "I tell you what." " Why don't I tell you on the way?" "LEE:" "All right." "Thank you, Mrs. Marston." "[LEE CLEARS THROAT]" "What do you hear?" "You sent for me, Gregory." "In the spirit of détente to keep the channels of communication open." "Caviar?" "It's Russian." "What else would it be?" "When you say "communications" it usually means that the KGB wants to pick my pocket." "So I'll start." "How does the name Harry V. Thornton grab you?" "Good." "We both know how to read the drums, it's why we get along." "I hear the venerable Mr. Thornton has rejoined the game, huh?" "Not true." "However, I did just kick Larry Crawford out of the game." "Although I'll be damned if I know what game we're playing." "The same old one only we may have entered a period of sudden death nothing that went before matters, one point wins all, you understand?" "No." "I told you I didn't know the game." "I can also tell you that Harry V. Thornton isn't supposed to be in it." "Then, you have told me quite a lot." "Ike, move your kitty buns, I gotta get in here." "Let's see what our friend down here has in mind." "Let's go." "[MEOWS]" "I'm afraid that's a 55E, section seven, a double fault citation." "A double, sir?" "Do you really wanna give a double to Mr., uh...?" "Essex, ma'am." " What is a double?" " Eighteen hundred dollars." " No way." " I'm afraid the fire laws are very clear although, perhaps misapplied in this case, Mr. Essex." " May I call you Bob?" " It's Lester, ma'am." "And I don't intend on taking the blame." "You got a beef, go see George Shultz." "You were the security personnel on duty, correct?" "You called in the alarm?" " So?" " In the case of an accidental fire we have to make a judgment about negligence." "You understand?" " This is the flipping State Department." " Oh, dear." "Sorry, ma'am." "I just work here." "Did you say accident?" "What makes you think this was an accident?" "Our report shows this as "Cause Unknown."" "Because the folks upstairs haven't put an official statement." "Standard holdup." " Hmm." " Oh." "Security blackout, huh?" "Just nothing official to nobody." "Okay, strictly unofficial how did the fire start if it wasn't an accident?" "Arson." "The guy used a magnesium incendiary." "It burned straight down through three drawers before we caught it, unofficially." "What's in these drawers?" "If it's chemicals, we could have an aggravated 901 and 2." "Paper, files, letters." "It's all been in there for years." "Mr. Essex, Bob." "That's him." "That's the guy who set the fires." "He was in here posing as an NSC duty officer, that's National Security Council." "Yes, we know." "They found the real duty officer tied up to the radiator in his room." "No." "[LEE GRUNTS]" " Thanks for the help, Amanda." " Welcome." " Really, you are very good." " Thanks a lot." "If you can go back and start the filing those things, I'd really appreciate it." " I've got someone I have to see." " We're doing so well..." " ...why don't we just stick together?" " Nope." " No?" " No, this is personal." "Come on." "You know how anxious you are to get Crawford." "I am a" " Amanda, I don't have to explain my every little move to you." " Of course not." "I'll just wait in the car." " No, you won't." " Yes, I will." " You won't." "You never wait in the car and you know that." "Besides you've been sneaking around, sticking to me like glue lately." "Is there something you wanna tell me?" " Uh-huh!" " No." "Okay, fine." "I'll see you later." "And, uh, don't follow me." "I mean it." "Follow you?" "[AMANDA SCOFFS]" "I don't even know why you would say that." "[GROANS]" "[ENGINE TURNS OVER]" "[KNOCKING ON DOOR]" "LEE:" "Harry?" "Hey, Harry?" "[LARRY GRUNTS]" "[BOTH GRUNT]" "FRANCINE:" "Okay, section 14-J we have, uh, assorted food containers newspapers dated, uh, June 10th, 1983 April 5, 1984." "No, Amanda, please, wrong side." "I am still setting the search grid." "Francine, can't we just clean the place up while you set the search grid?" " This is a search, Amanda, not Home Ec." " You're right." "I'm sorry." "We need to establish a time sequence here." "We have to figure out the very last thing that Crawford left in here." "The last thing that Crawford left here." "Ugh, yeah." "Francine, have you ever lost an earring?" " What?" " Have you ever lost an earring?" "You know, like, you come home and it's late and your ear is really pinching." "You really ought to take it off and put it in your jewelry case but you figure what you'll do is, you'll take it off and you'll rest for a minute." "You'll put it someplace that it'll be safe and then, you know, you'll get it later." "The last thing he left here...." "Ha!" "Adkin's Chemical." " Look at this, Francine." "FRANCINE:" "What is it?" "I don't know." "It's Adkin's Chemical." "Amanda, excuse me, but your lightning intuitive leaps fail to make any sense." "Francine, you're probably right." "I think I'll just check the file in the vault anyway." "Good." "Do that." "[SIGHS]" "[PHONE RINGS]" "GREGORY [OVER PHONE]:" "Kolinsky?" " Uh, who shall I say is calling?" "[LINE DISCONNECTS]" " Hi." " Hi." " Any luck?" " No." "Not the good kind." "FRANCINE:" "Hmm." "What's with the unmarked line?" "Crawford's got some kind of phone surveillance hookup here." " A call just came in for a Kolinsky." " What?" "Kolinsky." "Never heard of a Kolinsky." "Look, uh, why don't you and Frank knock it off for the rest of the day, huh?" "If you feel like cataloging, we're up to 14-J." "Have fun." " Good night, Amanda." " Good night, Francine." " Ahem, Amanda." " Yes." "Look, it's getting late." "Why don't I walk you to your car, huh?" "Yeah." "Thank you very much." " I really appreciate that." " Hmm." " There you go." " Oh, thanks a lot." "LEE:" "Mm-hm." "You followed me, didn't you?" " No." "No." " No?" "Mm-hm." "No, me?" "Follow you?" "No." "Yeah." "I thought so." "Whenever you don't wanna lie to me, Amanda, you just repeat my question." "You followed me and you saw Crawford com in after me, something like that." " Oh." " Uh-huh." " Recognize this?" " Oh." " Baseball." " Yeah." "It's my Harmon Killebrew, signed." "Okay." "I followed you." "I saw something move in the window and so I gave it my best pitch." "Uh-huh." "I told you not to follow me as plain as I know how, Amanda." "Do not follow me." "But, no, you had to do it." " I wanna know why." " It's a lucky thing I did." " You could've gotten hurt." " Don't change the subject." " I want an answer now." " Okay." "I didn't follow you." "I followed my instincts." " Oh, your" " Don't be angry with me because you didn't catch Larry Crawford." "Okay." " Would it help if I say I'm sorry?" " No." "Sometimes I wish I could just go and get good and steamed but every time you do something to make me mad you turn around and do something to make me grateful." "So I'll see you tomorrow." "What were you looking for?" "It doesn't matter." "He wasn't there." "He isn't anywhere." "Come on, Harry." "[RINGS]" "Yes, Stetson here." "Lee, what are you doing there?" "Wait, Amanda, hold on." "Hold on." "I'm getting some feedback here." "Uh, look, I'll see you tomorrow." "[LINE DISCONNECTS]" "What the...?" "GREGORY:" "Kolinsky?" "KOLINSKY:" "Yeah." "GREGORY:" "Tomorrow at 2, let's meet." "[LINE DISCONNECTS]" "GREGORY:" "Kolinsky?" "FRANCINE:" "Whom shall I say is calling?" "[LINE DISCONNECTS]" "BILLY:" "Can't wait any longer." "You've got to find him." "I'm sending a team of trappers after Thornton." "I'm pulling you off the case, you're too close." "Billy, I can be objective." "Don't sent trappers after that old guy." "Tell me, what has he done?" "He's missing." "We should be worried." "He's sounding me out about Harry, why?" "Harry has been retired for 10 years and all of a sudden, his ID has been used twice illegally." "I was at Records all night." "Every single file of Harry's is gone." "Twenty-four years' worth." "It's like he was never director at all." "How do you explain that?" "Have you ever heard of a Kolinsky?" "It's a code name." "Thirty years old, but active." " I never heard of it." " Crawford did." "He's got Harry's phone set up some way." "There have been two calls for Kolinsky so far." "Crawford was the last one that checked the computer for that name." "I ran a little search myself." "There's an old seal on it, Billy." "Permission required from" " Harry V. Thornton." " You got it." "I'm putting the agency on a second-level security profile." "You tell Amanda that she's out of a job until it's off." "Thank you, Mother." "BILLY:" "Don't worry." "I'll help Harry all I can." "Then you won't mind if I, uh, get a little shut-eye and then some breakfast?" " Be my guest." " Thanks." "[ENGINE TURNS OVER]" "HARRY:" "I let Crawford search my office for a duplicate letter that doesn't exist which tells me he doesn't have the real one anymore." "Hard to believe it's 30 years since Ike gave it to me." "To keep things simple, I gave myself the same agency code name as the Russians used for me." "AMANDA:" "Then you sealed the computer records." "HARRY:" "That's nobody's business but mine." " You know what this is?" "AMANDA:" "No." "This is a dancing weasel, my Soviet friends gave it to me." "It's quite an honor." " What is a dancing weasel?" " It's, uh, their nickname for Kolinsky." "The Siberian weasel." "They, uh trap them for the fur when they can, heh." "But you know the Russians, they love romance." " I don't know too many Russians." " Take it from me." "The Kolinsky hunts on its hind legs and sort of, uh, sniffs the air, to the Russians it's dancing." "But the Kolinsky are very smart, they're the devil to catch." "Uh, you're lucky if you can even see their tails going the other way." "So, uh, when they, uh, gave me the Kolinsky code name it was, uh, quite an honor." "AMANDA:" "It's pretty amazing that you could be a triple agent for 30 years..." " ...and not get caught." "HARRY:" "I only, uh, went against one operation nine or ten times." "I just, uh, feed them scraps." "I'm, uh, very popular in Lubyanka." "[SYMPHONY PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]" "Trust me?" "Trust the look on Lee's face when he found out you might be in trouble." " Can you explain to him yet?" " I don't have the proof." "The agency's trappers are good." "The Russians are out to skin me." "I can't let Lee face all of them just on my say-so." "I've got to have that letter." "It's my only way out." "Lee would do anything in the world to help you." "I wouldn't ask him to." "I've gotta go out and keep up my image, see if I can stay free a little bit longer." " First, I gotta get by Lee." "AMANDA:" "Lee?" "Oh, he's out there." "You can count on it." "Oh, I don't think he followed me." "Of course, you don't." "I trained him." " Where are you going?" " Out the back way." "Okay, Ike." "Harry." "Don't you make me worry about you." "Just keep on looking for that letter, honey." "And we know Crawford doesn't have it." "You gotta find it before he does." "Okay?" "Right." "Okay, uh, count to 100 and holler for Lee." "[CHUCKLES]" "Lee, are you here?" "[ENGINE TURNS OVER]" "[TIRES SCREECHING]" "LEE:" "You were spying on me." "AMANDA:" "I wasn't spying on you." " I was spying on everybody." " You were spying on me, Amanda." "You were writing down what I said, what I did, where I went." "Listen, it was for your own sake." "Yeah." "For your own sake." "Harry didn't want you involved in this, if it made you look like a traitor...." "You know how he thinks of you." "He thinks of you as his best friend." " A triple agent for 30 years?" " That's right." "A pardon given in advance by Eisenhower..." " ...to prove it..." " Mm-hm." "...locked away..." " ...in the State Department vault?" " Mm-hm." "Now, we know what Crawford was doing." "The guy saw his career on the skids and wanted a new one with the other side." "The only way to get it was to destroy the agency." "It's all here." "Fifty thousand." "I have no intention of taking my money back." "Then you won't be able to spend it when you're dead either." " I want that letter." " I can't get it." "They locked me out." "I put it in my office for safe keeping, now I can't get it." "Pity." "You can't get a hold of the fabled letter, I can't ruin the agency." "Worst of all, I can't tell which one of you has been deceiving me." "Well, I'm not." "If I was playing that game, you think I'd be here telling you I can't get the letter?" "Odd you should mention the game." "It's taken some rather curious turns lately." "Melrose assures me that Harry V. Thornton is retired, but I can't risk it." "Melrose doesn't know." "He's never seen the letter." "Neither have I." "I'll tell you what even though I hate losing a good source, Thornton might be a triple agent." "If you can kill him and blame it on the Americans we'll call it even." "He'll be here too." "After we got surprised in Korea Ike was disgusted with our whole intelligence community." "Harry was a top-flight lawyer." "Ike admired his mind, and his tee shot so he asked him to do a study." "Along the way, he created the agency." "[CLATTERING]" " All right, hold it." " Step back." "If it ain't the new chief, heh." "I think that is so very with it when you enter gun first." "I am sorry, Ragmop." "I suppose you didn't hear of yesterday's intrusion." "Big news." "Amanda." " Hello, Ragmop." "RAGMOP:" "Hello, Mrs. King." " Hear about the intrusion?" " Yes, I did." "That crazy Marston broad downstairs put 32 slugs in the wall." "Ragmop, did you move Harry V. Thornton's files when he retired?" "I certainly did." "One night we moved hundreds of boxes over to the State Department vault." "Mr. Crawford asked me the same thing last month." "Well, uh, thank you, Ragmop." "Really, thank you very much." "Uh, I tell you what, we'll give you a shout when we're ready, okay." "Huh?" "Mr. Thornton is a fine man." "Of course, he is from the older generation." "[LEE SIGHS]" " All right, now." " Yeah." "Crawford found the letter by searching Harry's files at State." "Yeah." "And he used Harry's clearance to get in so he could steal it." "LEE:" "Mm-hm." "What are you doing?" "Dialing Harry's private number." "The one he gave you." "The one you called last night and reached me here." "[RINGS]" "AMANDA:" "I don't get it." "Crawford was monitoring Harry's special number with a gizmo called a "swing out."" "It redials this line and doesn't go through the switchboard." "The Kolinsky calls were for Harry." "Look, I'll show you." "I figured it out." " Voice one, "Kolinsky?"" " Mm-hm." "Voice two, "Yeah."" "Voice one, "Tomorrow at 2." "Let's meet."" ""Hang up."" "Kolinsky was Harry." "Now you said he was going somewhere to, uh, keep up his image?" "Yeah." "That's what he said." "[SIGHS]" "I couldn't find anything on Harry V. Thornton or Kolinsky in Crawford's files." "Amanda, see if there's a file on a Gregory in there." " Right." " I'll look for one in the vault." "Oh, I got a Gregory." "Yeah, it's a Gregory." "Harry." "Who's that?" "LEE:" "That is Gregory." "Yeah." " What's this?" "AMANDA:" "That's Adkin's Chemical." "LEE:" "How do you know that?" "AMANDA:" "I found it in another file." "Wait a second." "That's how Crawford got onto Harry." "He was following Gregory." "Look at this." "Crawford must have set this up as a surveillance scout." "Those are lines of sight and escape routes." "Amanda, it's a long shot, but it's the best long shot we've got." "All right, now, you stay here." "Finding that letter is worth 10 trips like this." "And don't follow me." "Heh." "Where have I heard that before?" "[SIGHS]" "Lock this door." "Hello, Kolinsky." "Something important, Gregory?" "You know, uh, meeting off our usual schedule like this is a bad deal." "I'd hoped to have a certain document to show you, to discuss its ramifications." "That we can only deal today with the ramifications themselves is a pity in more ways than one." "Why do you believe Crawford?" "They fired the man, Gregory." "That should tell you something." "He doesn't know what he's talking about." "This letter you're talking about doesn't even exist." "GREGORY:" "Perhaps I can't afford to take that chance." "Ah, it's a shame really." "You and I have done a number of good things together." " Ah, well." " I see." "When will it happen?" " Will you do it?" " Not me." "Goodbye." "Hey, run for it!" "That's far enough, Gregory." "I want you here for the resolution." "[LEE GRUNTS]" "[BOTH GRUNTING]" "Sir, I found it." "It was filed under "Dancing Weasel," just like we should've guessed." "Nobody could have guessed that, Amanda." "That's pure instinct at work." "The Eisenhower letter, I presume." "I went to such trouble to get it, Harry." "Least you could do is let me look at it." "You tried to get me killed and you know we have to do something about it." " At least deport you." " You can count on that." "[GRUNTS]" "Yeah, maybe we'll just keep you on ice and save you for a nice trade." "You know, our friend Gregory here is gonna have quite a tale to tell the KGB..." " ...when he gets home." " Yeah." "But without this, they're not gonna believe him." "No, he won't say a word." "He's the one who looks bad." "You old weasel, I was worried about you." "I've been in good hands." "Thank you, sir." "I sure hope he wants it." "He said he left it at the agency because it made him look old." "He just said that so he'd hang by the door watching the comings and goings." "Shh." "Believe me, he hated retiring." "He spent 25 years building up the agency." "And he couldn't get over the fact that his work is over." " Well, it wasn't, heh." " Well, it is now." "I'm gonna make sure he starts enjoying the rest." " Right, because life's too short." " Yeah, especially around Harry." "AMANDA:" "You sure we shouldn't have this fixed?" "Well, if I know Harry V. Thornton he'll wanna hang this on his wall just the way it is." "[BOTH CHUCKLE]" "[English" " US" " SDH]"