"May I help you, sir?" "Yes, I'm looking for a Chateau Delacroix, 1959." "Oh, that's very difficult." "We have an excellent Delacroix '57." "I'd prefer '59." "It's far superior." "Let me look in the back room." "In the meantime, you might find this an interesting wine." "Thank you." "Good morning, Mr Briggs." "The man you're looking at is Vincent Dean." "A jazz musician who is also one of our best agents." "While on a concert tour behind the Iron Curtain," "Dean came into possession of a computer microcircuit and its code, which will tell us their entire second-strike potential." "Dean has memorised the code." "But before he could reach his contact point, he was caught." "Senko Brobin," "Director of Counterintelligence for all of Eastern Europe, so far has not been able to break Dean or find the microcircuit." "Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to get Dean and the microcircuit out before he breaks." "As always, should you or any of your IM Force be caught or killed, the Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions." "This tape will self-destruct in five seconds." "Good luck, Dan." "This is what it's all about." "Ordinary cubes of sugar soaked with psychedelic drugs." "Dean was carrying a handful of these." "The microcircuit we're after is in one of them." "Try the ring." "Magnetic." "That's a microcircuit." "The one Dean had is exactly like it." "Seems simple enough." "Once you get to the sugar." "Dan?" "You said Brobin had a reputation as something of a ladies' man." "Yes." "What about the mortuary?" "You have to get Dean out alive." "We will." "We have to go through two walls, but we'll be waiting for him in the crematorium." "You and Cinnamon see Dr Green?" "Yes." "Narcotics will not affect us for the next 7 to 10 days." "What about the straitjacket?" "I've been practising." "Dean was arrested for killing a pedestrian while driving under the influence of drugs." "They're holding him in a padded cell on the seventh floor of the People's Medical Centre." "An attendant is on duty 24 hours a day." "There are no windows in the room and one door." "And you're getting him out of there?" "With this." "Everything you'll need is in here." "The Syrettes are different colours." "The red goes into Dean's medication." "It will make him appear to die." "The yellow one is for Senko Brobin." "Anything, Comrade Brobin?" "Too soon, Polya." "It's too soon." "It will take a day or two before he becomes addicted." "Then, when we stop the narcotics, and the agonies of withdrawal begin, he will beg to tell us what we want to know." "Still no luck there?" "I've been over everything again and again." "What about these?" "Saturated with a psychedelic drug." "I know." "Maybe something else." "Hand me your gun." "For you." "Yes?" "Tell him to wait." "There's a man here from the American Embassy about Vincent Dean." "Yeah." "Pack that and take it to the office." "What can I do for you, sir?" "I'm here with regard to one of our people you're holding." "Vincent Dean." "What are my chances of getting him released?" "Not good." "He killed one of our citizens." "A woman, a mother of three." "When we picked him up, he was out on his feet." "Drunk?" "This hallucinatory drug which they use now." "Yes, I wish these bums would stay home." "So do I." "What are you going to do?" "Right now, he's a wild man, totally psychotic." "It happens with these drugs sometimes." "If we can get him back to his senses, we'll have to put him on trial." "And if you don't?" "Well, give me six weeks or so." "If he doesn't come around by then, you can have him." "Would you mind if I see him?" "He won't know who you are." "I couldn't care less." "I just have to be able to tell the Ambassador that I saw him." "We'll have to go in right here." "Do we bend these out of the way?" "Yep." "All but this one." "It's carrying high-voltage cables." "We'll have to cut the conduit and jump each cable." "No thanks." "I'm sorry." "The sight of a man in that condition gets to me." "Allow me." "Thank you." "Thank you for your cooperation." "I appreciate it." "Now at least you know what to tell your ambassador." "No, that's not what worries me." "Dean's wife just arrived in the city." "I don't quite know what to tell her." "Yes, that can be difficult." "Maybe it would be easier if I saw her." "Would you be willing to?" "Why not?" "Where do I reach her?" "At a nightclub." "The Happening, I think it's called." "Her husband was supposed to perform there." "Well, I'll look her up." "No action here, mister." "Are you Mrs Vincent Dean?" "Do I know you?" "Commander Brobin, Security Police." "May I sit down?" "Is it about my husband?" "Are you gonna let him out?" "I'm afraid we cannot." "At the moment, he's not well." "And the family of the woman he killed are..." "He didn't kill any woman." "Forgive me, madam, but on the night of the 17..." "I know what the charges are." "But I also know why you're really holding him." "Look, he couldn't be a spy." "I mean, he's just a crazy acidhead who will do anything to get enough money to get the stuff." "He made a mistake." "I admit it." "He did agree to deliver something for somebody, but he doesn't even know what." "Now, I swear, that's the truth." "Well, then you may help your husband if you told us where we can find whatever it was he was delivering." "I don't know." "Well, then perhaps you know to whom he was to deliver it." "Has there been anyone here asking for your husband?" "Look, if there was, and if I told you who it was, would you let my husband go?" "I make no promises, of course, but I think it would help, yes." "The artist doing the sketches." "Thank you, my dear." "You have helped your husband a great deal." "I told you, I don't know anybody named Vincent Dean!" "Then you shall meet him." "Lower the padding in that cell." "That is Vincent Dean." "Or was." "As you can see, there is something seriously wrong with him." "I would call it a serious case of refusal to cooperate." "Most unfortunate." "And so unnecessary." "In this age of modern pharmacology, everyone talks sooner or later." "Don't you agree?" "I don't know anything about pharmacology." "Drugs." "Drugs." "He'll become a vegetable, but he'll eventually tell me what I want to know." "Perhaps you'd prefer to spare yourself such agony." "How?" "Just tell me what Dean was supposed to hand over to you in exchange for the $25,000." "And if I refuse?" "I will break you." "I will turn you into that." "Polya!" "Polya, go." "Get the doctor!" "Get the doctor up here, and two more attendants, immediately!" "Max, straitjacket." "Give him 500 micrograms of the psychedelic and 3 milligrams of the narcotic." "And put up the pads." "I wouldn't want him to hurt himself." "Did you see my husband?" "Yes, I saw him, but he's most uncooperative." "He wouldn't tell you where it is?" "He couldn't." "Not even if he wanted to." "He's very sick." "His drugs." "He's been using a lot lately because of the stress." "What about you, my dear?" "What will happen to you?" "What does that matter?" "It matters very much." "You're young, beautiful." "Life is not over for you." "Don't worry." "Let me pour you a brandy." "Willy, bend this." "There's a burst radiator in Ward 9." "You'd better send a man up here right away." "Look." "A break in the metal." "Or rust, maybe." "It gave way under the pressure." "It will have to be welded." "Hold it!" "Aren't you 10 minutes early?" "It won't matter to them." "Take it easy." "No one's going to hurt you." "Take it easy." "No one's going to hurt you." "No!" "Take it easy." "Take it easy." "You haven't touched your drink." "What's wrong?" "I'm sorry." "I really have to go." "Oh, but there's still a lot we have to talk about." "A solution to your problem." "What is it?" "What are you looking at?" "Oh." "I see." "It's not a drink you want." "I can't help it." "When I get tense, I..." "I understand, my dear." "We all seek a way to relieve our tensions." "I understand this is a magnificent way." "Well, help yourself." "Go on." "Help yourself." "I'd give anything not to need this, not to be dependent." "But in times of stress, one must satisfy one's needs." "I've located the gas pipe that feeds the oven." "Is there a shut-off valve?" "No, we'll have to install one." "Can we use the electric saw?" "No, with this much gas around, we can't afford an electric spark." "We'll have to do it by hand." "Hand me the pipe cutter." "Gas mask." "Hold him steady." "Doc!" "He's dead." "When?" "Well, how did it happen?" "Now don't touch anything." "I'll be right there." "My husband?" "Did something happen to my husband?" "He's dead." "Okay." "Hand me the electric saw with the extension cord." "What did they do to my husband?" "What did they do to him?" "I don't know, Mrs Dean, but I certainly intend to find out." "What happened?" "How did you know that something happened?" "It is my business to keep track of the Americans in your country." "Did your husband have a bad heart, Mrs Dean?" "A bad heart?" "No." "No!" "There was nothing wrong with him until you brought him to this place." "Was it a heart attack?" "Regrettably, yes." "Such things are common among drug addicts, as you probably know." "No, no!" "That's not true!" "Don't you believe him!" "My husband was working for our government." "He was on a very important assignment." "Don't you pretend you don't know about it." "He has been questioning me about it all evening." "If you've been questioning Mrs Dean," "I should have been informed of the charges against her." "Well, I'm afraid Mrs Dean, like her husband, is a user of drugs that induce hallucination." "I'm not having a hallucination." "You killed my husband!" "Please, Mrs Dean, I'll handle this." "We'll know the cause of your husband's death as soon as we've had a chance to examine his body." "I'd like to make arrangements to pick up his body as soon as possible." "Of course." "I'll let you know." "Come, Mrs Dean." "If they autopsy the body, they will find out he died from the drugs." "That's why it will be cremated tonight." "Stay with the body." "Make sure it gets done." "Brobin!" "Brobin!" "Help me!" "Dear God, help me." "Brobin!" "Brobin!" "Let me out of here." "Please." "Open it." "Let me out." "Please, let me out." "I'll do anything you want." "Please, get me out of here." "Please." "You know what I want." "Don't." "Don't let him give me another shot." "Of course not." "Not if you tell me what I want to know." "He's gonna give me another shot." "If I send him away, will you tell me where the microcircuit is?" "Or perhaps you'd rather have another shot." "No." "Send him away." "Please." "I'll tell you anything you want to know." "Now..." "One sound and you're dead." "Okay, start closing it up." "This body's to be cremated at once." "Go!" "How long before he'll be coming around?" "His pulse is almost normal." "He should be awake in a few minutes." "Let's see the microcircuit, Dan." "I thought it was supposed to be black." "Dean coated it before he planted it in the sugar cube." "If he hadn't, Brobin would have found it long ago." "What do you think they'll do to Brobin when they find out he's let it slip through his fingers?" "They'll probably keep him right there in that padded cell." "Where I left him."