Jack Higgins's the Windsor Protocol (1997) - full transcript

(dramatic music)

(explosions booming)

- [Narrator] May, 1945.

The Nazi empire was crushed.

From Hitler's bunker, one final attempt

to resurrect the fallen
Reich was smuggled out.

The Windsor Protocol.

A briefcase containing the
names of Nazi sympathizers

and secret bank accounts
in the billions of dollars.

The U-boat carrying the briefcase

disappeared without a trace.



50 years later, the Protocol resurfaced

and Hitler's master
plan was set in motion.

- There is going to be a
change in the air soon.

A big, big change.

I can feel it.

(foreboding music)

- 37 countries representing
the haves and have-nots

of the world have sent delegates

to the so-called North-South
economics symposium

Here in Montreal, Canada.

(crowd chanting)

I don't know where this
other delegation is.

They seem to be late getting here.

I mean, this thing is supposed to start.



There's a bus pulling up now
in front of the institute.

Hopefully it will be the final-

(tires screech)
(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(sirens blaring)

- Down on the seats.

- This is an outrage.

I am an official representative-

- Sit the fuck down!

- I demand to be treated with respect.

- You'll get my respect, now sit down!

(tense music)

(sirens blaring)

- Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Okay, everybody this way. Come!

Go! Go!
(woman shrieks)

Move! Go!

(men yell)

(woman shrieks)

- Get in there!
- All right! All right!

(crowd yelling)

(man laughs)

- Pop him again Nigel.

Teach the Yank about the Gulf War.

- Come on Nigel.

You know I'm right.

You Brits were underpaid,

undersexed.
- Urgh!

- And under Schwartzkopf.

(Nigel grunts)

(fist thuds)

- Come along Nigel, you can do it.

- All right, at ease corporal.

Dillon.

- This how you get your jollies?

Setting up bar room fights.

- It makes cheap entertainment.

And it's a quick way to test
if your wounds have healed.

To the victor go the spoils.

We have a situation that
requires your expertise Dillon.

- I'm retired.

Thanks for thinking of me.

- Retired.

Oh that is a pity.

I'm afraid Nigel and his friends

will be compelled to
escort you back to prison.

- You're not a nice man.

(ominous music)

- Senator, I understand

you've been in this situation before.

What are we going to do?

- Just do as they say, don't provoke them.

- I said no talking!

Open your mouth one more
time, Mr. Cowboy Senator,

and you're history. Do you understand?

- Yeah.

- You have no right.

I am a member of a democratically
elected government.

- While you dine in five star hotels,

how many kids go to bed hungry
in your precious democracy?

- Hypocrite!

You are nothing. Just animals.

- We're animals.

(woman shrieks)

- What do you want?
- You sit down

or I will decorate the
walls with your brain.

- Good. Go ahead.

Shoot us all. Then what?

- Yes. The senator's right.

The two capitalist can't decide

which one wants to die first.

I shed a tear.

- Pigs!

(people screaming)
(gunfire banging)

(woman sobbing)

- Leave him alone!

I said, get away from him.

(body thuds)

- Joplin Hardy of the United States,

Zula Nembe of the Gold Coast, now killed.

And of course Sir Reginald Welland.

When we've dealt with Sir Reginald,

then we head to Washington DC.

- Why Washington?

- Because there's been
a huge transfer of funds

to a bank in Georgetown.

- From?

- From one of the Protocol accounts

that we have been able to salvage.

- I don't suppose I have time to shave.

- Oh yes, of course you
will, at 35,000 feet.

Our plane leaves Heathrow within the hour.

(foreboding music)

- Condemning the Montreal
conference as a plot

by the leading industrial
powers to freely pollute

and exhaust the Third World
of its natural resources,

the self-proclaimed
eco-terrorists have ruthlessly

executed two hostages
and threatened to kill

the remaining captives, those include

United States senator Joplin Hardy

and Britain's Sir Reginald Welland...

- Excuse me, my name is Catherine Dirk

and I work for Senator Hardy.
He's one of the hostages.

Can I speak to the
person in charge please?

- No, no personnel media.

- No, I'm not with the media, I work-

(Sean speaks French)

- Got any credentials.

- Where am I supposed to get credentials.

- Thank you.

In that trailer right
there, you're going to find

half a dozen state department types,

they'll be happy to stamp your wrist.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

(cellphone ringing)

- It's about goddamn time.

I hope to hell you're gonna
tell me what I want to hear.

- The document's being
prepared as we speak.

Between you and me,
getting seven world leaders

to agree on a unified statement,

well it's going to be a bit of a problem.

We're going to need a
little more time on this.

- Well, I've got problems too,

but my problems accumulate on sidewalk

and they fucking bleed.

- You've got one hour.

- Well?
- Colonel Nettles.

- Yes.

- I can assure you that we've
drawn up a solid plan here.

- For Christ's sake!

There's a future president
of the United States

in that building there.

- And let me remind you
that we're on Canadian soil.

- Look, you know, there is another way.

- Shut up.

- I mean it.

I'm the one you want. Why
don't you let the others go?

- What do you think?

- You saw the floor plan.

They've sealed themselves up in there

with no escape route.

- So it's a suicide mission.

- That's what I'm afraid of.

- Good luck!

- I'll negotiate for you, safe passage.

Anywhere you want.

- Shut up.

(suspenseful music)

- We're not going in there

until we know exactly
what we're up against.

You got that?

(glass crashing)

(suspenseful music)

- Hey!

(dart gun thuds)

- [Woman] We are going to die.

- Will you shut up!

She's driving me up the fucking wall.

(woman moans)

(suspenseful music continues)

Go check the window.

(woman moaning)

I'll decide who becomes a martyr in here.

- [Woman] No!

(woman sobbing)

(dart gun thuds)

(woman moaning)

- You drop one more tear and I drop you.

Now shut up!

(woman sobs)

(alarm blaring)
(woman shrieks)

- What the hell is that?

Take it out!

(dramatic tense music)

- Go! Go!

(gunfire clattering)

- What the hell is going on?

- Do it!

- It wasn't supposed to happen this way.

- Do it now!

(gunfire clattering)

(people yelling)

(gunfire clattering)

- It's over Senator. It's over.

- Freeze!
- Freeze!

- Freeze.

- Hold it! Hold it!

Hold your fire it's over.

- Whole area secure.

- Are you all right?

Are you all right?

- Area secure captain.
(woman shouting)

- It's over sir.

Senator I'll take that gun.

Get you out of here.
(woman shouting)

(woman sobbing)

- I'll take you outside.

Get an ambulance up here.

- Poor old Reginald.

I shall miss him.

- Something's not right, Charles.

- You gotta stay behind the line.

- Senator!
- You get behind the line.

- Can you tell us what happened?

- Well we witnessed a
terrible tragedy here.

That's what happened.

- And can you confirm
you risked your own life

to save the others?

- The truth is they
scared the hell out of me

and I just, I reacted, I
did what anybody would do.

But I want the people
behind this heinous crime

to know that their
violence has only served

to strengthen my resolve-

- The senator's involved in this Charles.

- From now on Joplin Hardy
will double his efforts

to pursue the peaceful
goals of this conference.

(journalists clamoring)

- Let's get out of here.

- You should interrogate those
two men they brought out.

- No, forget it Dillon.

First thing that we have to
do is to get away from here

before the Canadians start
piecing things together,

as well as which we have a plane to catch.

(foreboding music)

(door bell rings)

- It's good to see you again Charles.

I heard about Sir Reginald.

- Yes.

- Let me take you downstairs.

Lenny? Lenny you here?

(mumbled yelling)

The Brigadier is here.

- Ah!

Just get my clothes. Get my clothes!

Hello, sir.

I woke up in the middle of the night

and then started worrying

and then forgot all about the time.

You know how that can be.

How was your flight?

- Hm mm.
- Good. Good.

It's really nice to see you again.

- Good to see you again truly.

Yes well, Lenora Rubin-

- It's Lenny sir.

- And this is Jack McCarthy.

- Excuse me.

- You mean the infamous Sean Dillon?

- Now you have been briefed
on the Protocol accounts.

- Yes, sir.

- Right. Well, I must be off.

I have the jolly task of explaining

the Montreal fiasco to MI-5.

And where do you think you're going?

- I'm going to check into a hotel.

- This is your hotel.

- You're kidding.

You want me to stay here
and work with this kid?

- Nice!

- This kid has an IQ
considerably higher than yours.

So get to work.

- My new man at the state department

has been keeping his ears peeled,

but he's heard nothing.

- And your contacts at Mossad?

- Playing their cards close

until we give them something
they don't already know.

Is that why you brought him?

- You don't approve?

- A mercenary?

I don't trust my back to a man

who doesn't believe in a cause.

- Mish, the Nazis believed in a cause.

I suspect that Dillon believes in more

than he will ever admit to.

- How powerful is that computer.

- Betty can find out what
you ate for breakfast,

so long as you used a credit card.

- Why don't you ask
Betty what Joplin Hardy

had for breakfast and where
he takes target practice.

- Must you smoke?

- It's in my contract.

- Oh!

- So.

You want something in three buttons?

- Mish, I don't believe that I can afford

your level of quality.

(Misha chuckles)

Well, I'm off to London
for a couple of days.

Keep an eye on Dillon for me.

- Perhaps you didn't hear the Brigadier

but we're supposed to
be tracking Protocol-

- Joplin Hardy.

(foreboding music)

And I want a hard copy.

I'm allergic to video screens.

- Well, I'm not sure how
to tell you this exactly,

but Anson tells me that the president

wants to hand me the vacancy at interior.

- A cabinet post?

- That's the terrible rumor.

- Joplin, that's wonderful.

Oh sweetheart

that's wonderful.
- How about that?

There's a catch, it's not a slam dunk yet.

A potential problem.

- What is it?

- Well, there's some Bible thumper

over in the president's office

who's been asking questions
about my personal life.

- Me.

- Us, we.

Well, there are voters
out there Catherine,

who would say that what
we're doing is living in sin.

It's an election year.

The president has to watch his ass.

- You know what that means?

I'm not going to the house anymore.

- It doesn't have to mean that.

We could make it official.

- Are you proposing to me?

- Well, I just-
(telephone rings)

Hold that thought.

Hold that thought.

Yes. I'll hold.

It's the president.

What do you say?

Let's get married.

He'll be the best man.

I love you.

- Yes, yes, yes Joplin
Hardy I will marry you.

- Yes, yes. Yeah.

Yes, sir. Mr. President.

It is.

- Hardy's a died in the wool liberal.

ACLU, Amnesty International, Sierra Club.

Elected to senate by a landslide.

His first time at bat.

- Landslides don't come cheap.

Who are his backers?

- The people.

Hardy has the Midas touch
when it comes to fundraising.

See for yourself, it's all in the file.

(Sean sighs)

- That's quite a feat.

Raising all that money 12
months after coming back

from a USAID mission in Panama.

Could you put together
a list of the people

that work with Hardy down there for me,

give me the current addresses.

- That'll take some time.

- You got somewhere to go.

- It's an unpalatable fact, sir,

but it seems that the Duke isn't
the only member of nobility

to be named in the Windsor Protocol.

There's Sir Reginald's
father, Lord Welland.

Apparently he donated a huge fortune

in pound sterling to the Reich.

- It's a miracle we ever won that war.

Go on.

- Well, three months ago,
when the Protocol resurfaced,

they secretly contacted Sir Reginald

and they threatened to
make that donation public.

- Blackmail.

- Sir Reginald came to us immediately

and I asked him if he would play along

so that we could learn
more about these people.

- Brave man.

- Everything was going along
very well until Montreal.

And then his cover was blown.

We had put extra security around him, but-

- Tell me, do you have any idea

how much is in this secret Nazi war chest?

- As we estimate it sir,
almost certainly billions.

(dramatic music)

(computer beeping)

- You know, you should come
talk to my field class sometime.

- Oh yeah.

- You fit the field agent profile to a T.

- Tell me.

- You smoke, you drink.

Pretty self-destructive nature.

Relationship to you is a bad word.

You see women as objects, right?

You wouldn't give a woman a second glance

unless she was wearing
stilettos and a pushup bra.

- You got me.

- Yeah.

- Mm.

(computer beeping)

- Okay, a live one this time.

Altina Morales.

You'll like this one.

She runs an exotic dance
club called the Pair a Dice.

What are you doing?

- Well, I think it's time to check out

somebody with stiletto
heels and a push-up bra.

(upbeat music)

♪ You can't touch ♪

♪ The woman in me ♪

♪ Do do do do ♪

♪ You can't touch ♪

♪ Do do do do ♪

♪ Every time we touch you make me feel ♪

♪ Like a woman should feel ♪

- Hi, whiskey, Irish. No ice.

Make it a double will ya.

Oh, I just got off the
plane from Guatemala.

Six hours in the air with no fuckin' AC.

Can you believe it?

- You don't say.

- Names George Jorgensen.

- Welcome to paradise, George.

- Thanks.

This is for you.

Keep the change.

- George you just made my day.

- Anything I could do for you, George.

- As a matter of fact, there is,

I got something here that I think Altina's

gonna be interested in.

- Altina who?

- Altina, Altina, the
woman who owns this place.

The one who signs your paycheck.

That Altina.

- Altina's not the type of
woman to be playing around.

You know what I'm saying?

- Far be it for me to
play around with Altina.

You know what I'm saying?

♪ When you hold me ♪

♪ When you move me ♪

♪ The power of your love is in my soul ♪

- Wait here.

Come on, girls out, out, out, out!

Auditions over. Come back later.

Man's got something for you.

Thought you'd be interested.

Hey!

♪ Can't touch ♪

♪ Only you can touch me ♪

♪ The way that you do ♪

♪ Can't touch ♪

♪ You can't touch me ♪

Jorgensen.

Next time that could be full.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Tell me Mr. Jorgensen,

how did you come upon the Pair a Dice?

- Well, I'll tell you Altina.

See my business takes me
all through central America,

South America, you know?

- Go on.

- I was in Panama and
some friends of yours

who knew you from your Joplin Hardy days

suggested I stop on by.

- I never heard of Joplin Hardy.

- Really?

Joplin Hardy the Senator.

- Mr. Jorgensen I've never
been to Panama in my life.

I think you just wasted a trip.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

- I do believe this meeting's over.

- Yeah, I was just leaving.

Oh.

You know where I can get my change back?

What about the 100 bucks?

I guess not.

- Now you're catching on.

I don't want you to
come back to this club.

You hear me?

I want you to forget you
ever came to this club.

(bodyguard grunts)

(ominous music)

- Thanks for the advice.

I want You to set up a
meeting with me and Hardy.

- Certainly I'll just call up Capitol Hill

and have his secretary pencil you in.

- Yeah, I assume you can pipe into

Canadian government computers.

- Yeah.

- Well, Hardy was such a hero.

He deserves an official
handshake from Ottawa.

You speak Canadian eh?

- What?

- It is my overwhelming
honor to induct you

into Canada's Order of Valor.

There you go.

- That's beautiful.

Isn't that?

That's my honor.

- Oh no, the honor is ours.

May I?
- Please yes.

- Let me put it on you there.

Make sure to get plenty of these Louise.

- Does it go with the tie?

- There.
- Very nice.

- May I Senator? Do me the honor.

Okay.
- My pleasure.

- Okay. I think we have a keeper.

- Good.
- Thank you.

- All right.

You like those?

- Oh you got quite a collection Senator.

- Well that's, this is Panama city

during the Just Cause operation.

When Noriega's guys came in and tried

to take over this building, I was in it.

Lucky to escape.

- Just like Montreal?

- A lot like Montreal. Lucky to be alive.

- [Secretary] Senator. Vice
president powers on line one.

- Mr. Cam, you'll have to excuse me.

- Oh no.

You've been more than generous
with your time Senator.

Thank you so much.

- Good.
- Okay then.

And of course the Prime
Minister of Canada thanks you.

- Well I thank him.
- Right?

You wear that medal with pride now.

- I will.
- Okay.

I'll just see myself out.

- Do that.
- Great.

Say do you want me to close
the door behind me then?

- Please.

- Yeah. Okay then.

Right. Thank you.

Okay. Bye-bye.

- Geez. You ever hear anybody
say so many thank yous?

- Thank you.

- Montreal.

- Proper credentials. How are you?

- Catherine Dergen,
Senator Hardy's assistant.

- Yes, Neil Cameron.
- I'm fine.

- I was just in to see your man

on behalf of the Prime Minister.

- I want you to look into him.

I want to know who he
is, exactly what he does.

Just to be on the safe side.

- Yes, sir.

- [Joplin] Something fishy about that guy.

- So he's in very good
spirits, considering.

- Yes. Joplin's a very strong man.

- Yes, he must be.

A friend of mine went
through a similar incident

in the middle East about a year ago.

Took him quite a while to recover.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Well I know that he's been
talking to a doctor friend.

- Has he been? Oh that's good.

And you? How are things going with you?

It must be difficult being so personally

involved as you are.

- (laughs) Is it that obvious?

- Oh it certainly was in Montreal.

So how do you come to
work for the Senator eh?

- Actually, I used to
work for Anson Powers.

- Oh the vice president.

- That's right.

And after Joplin's assistant died.

Anson was kind enough to
recommend me for the job.

- Miss Dergen.
- Yes.

- The senator would like to see you.

- I'll be right there.

- Well, thanks.

- Thank you.
- All right. Thank you.

(foreboding music)

- Sir the Canadian,
he's across the street.

- [Joplin] What are you
going to do about it?

- Have him arrested.

- He hasn't done anything yet.

- Not a problem.

Reel him in.

(sirens blaring)

- [Sean] What's the problem officer?

- It's against the law to drive
with a disabled headlight.

- Oh, they were fine, last time I looked.

- License and registration.

- Sure.

There you go.

- Can you step out of
the car, Mr. McCarthy.

- Sure.

Now which headlight is disabled?

(glass crashing)
- That one.

- Hands up against the
car. You're under arrest.

- What for?

- Resisting arrest.

(policeman grunts)

(tense music)

- FBI! Hold it!

(punch thuds)

- I'd really appreciate it
if you knocked the next time.

- Don't worry Lenora.

You're safe with me.

You don't get out a lot do you?

- Well, we can't all
be out shooting people

or beating them up like you Dillon.

- What would you do

if there weren't any
computers in the world?

- I'd build one.

- Two messages in my email box,

including one from Rodolfo.

He lives in Milan and he
wants to have my children.

- This your internet boyfriend?

- Mm hm. Jealous?

- Yeah.

I hate to burst your bubble, but Rudolfo's

probably some old fat
balding guy from Budapest

with bad breath and hemorrhoids.

- Don't you have a machine
gun to clean or something?

- Where's Dillon?

Dillon.

Rumor has it that you
paid an impromptu visit

to Senator Hardy and then beat up

a policeman on the way home.

- Yep.

- What?

- Ferguson, you ever hear
of a guy named Peter Pruitt?

- Don't you try and change the subject?

- He heads up an ultra
conservative think tank with ties

to every major reactionary
movement in North America.

- So what?

- Tell him Len.

- During the last election,
the Pruitt Foundation

made substantial contributions
to Senator Hardy's campaign

and...

- Oh dammit Dillon, what's
the bloody Pruitt Foundation

got to do with the Protocol?

- She's trying to tell you.

- Right after he received
a phone call from Pruitt

Hardy canceled a very
important fundraiser in LA

to go to the conference in Montreal

and well, sir, it gets better.

If you'd like to come over here
I'll show you on the screen.

Betty was able to trail one
of the Protocol accounts.

Now it started off in Brazil,
passed through Argentina

made a hard left to Hong Kong then cruised

to the front steps of
the Pruitt Foundation.

- Who then deposited $450,000
into a branch in Montreal,

which was withdrawn about a week

before the terrorist attack.

Ferguson, what do think it cost to finance

that attack in Montreal?

- $450,000. Give or take a few bob.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

I'm going to pay a visit
to that Pruitt guy.

- Absolutely not.

Now, how about my accent,
is it convincing Herr Ruben?

- Herr Reuben, the Swiss
Dutch, they roll the vowels

and the back of the tongue.

- Herr Reuben.

- Now you have it. Sort of.

(foreboding music)

- So exactly why did you
bring this to me, Mr...

- For 30 years, I am an employee

of the Zurich National Bank.

And in one day, I am replaced
by a program, by a machine.

- This Windsor Protocol,
whatever you call it.

Why do you think I'd be interested?

- Herr Pruitt, my sympathies
lie alongside with yours.

I am sure that you and your associates

have heard of the Protocol accounts.

For those of us who dream
of the revival of the Reich,

this is like being offered
Jason's golden fleece.

- If you have access to all this wealth

then why come to me?

- Better that the money is
used by the kameraden werken.

It is too late for me to
spend it all on myself.

And I am sure that your
associates would not object

to my joining with you after
such a show of good faith.

- I haven't a clue what
you're talking about.

- Whatever you say Herr Pruitt.

Bitte.

I have lived too long
and planned too well,

to leave anything to chances.

My attorney has a sealed envelope

with detailings of everywhere that I am

and whom I am seeing.

You have precisely two
hours to consider my offer.

Aufwiedesehen, Herr Pruitt.

(suspenseful music)

(camera clicking)

- I told you never to
come here during daylight.

- This couldn't wait Mr. Greenfield.

I was handed this by a Swiss banker,

less than half an hour ago.

These account numbers are
from Windsor Protocol.

The documents Hitler gave Bollen himself.

Bank deposits around the
world for us to draw.

Do you realize what this means?

We can finally put the
machine back in order.

- To fall for such a school boys trick.

- You think these numbers are fake?

- I have no doubt as
to their authenticity.

- Then why aren't you pleased?

- Because you imbecile, I don't enjoy

the thought of abandoning
this house, my garden.

- I'm not following you.

- Where do you think I got the money

that flows through your foundation?

- You already have the Protocol.

Then what's the problem.

- The problem?

The problem is, that the man
who gave you this document

is most probably a British spy.

(tense dramatic music)

And most likely had you followed here.

- Are you sure?

Mr. Greenfield, I'm sorry. I didn't think.

- Yes. A glaring trait of yours.

- How am I supposed to
know all these things

if you don't tell me anything?

I'm just a stockbroker.

- If humble beginnings
were an excuse for failure,

the fuhrer would have
remained a house painter.

Did you at least have the presence of mind

to have the man followed.

- Absolutely. Mr. Greenfield.

Otto tails anyone suspicious.

- Tell Otto you never want
to see this man again.

- Yes sir.

- I haven't waited 55
years to let the British

derail our plans a second time.

And contact your doctor
friend at the country club.

Tell him to carry out his
instructions immediately.

It's time to make our move
on the vice president.

- Yes Mr. Greenfield.

- Now get out.

(suspenseful music)

(stick tapping)

(Mr. Greenfield humming)

(Mr. Greenfield chuckling)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(gunfire clattering)

(baby crying)

- Help us here, call 911.

- Oh my God!
- Help us here.

- We need help here.

(baby crying)

Somebody help us.

- 315 Cherry Street.

- Who's he?

- Harry Houdini.

- While you were gone, I found
out where all those people

with connections to
the Senator are hiding.

In the obituaries.

Welcome to Joplin Hardy's wall of death.

John Clark, you already know about.

Jane Benton, Hardy's previous assistant,

died in a car crash.

Matt Levine headed up a
committee that was looking

into financial irregularities
during the last election.

Telephone activated car bomb.

And those two terrorists
you left alive in Montreal.

They started talking.

Turns out they have connections

to a neo-fascist movement in Quebec.

They're claiming it was all a setup.

(telephone ringing)

Ruben's Tailors.

Yes. Mr. Ambassador.

What?

Mercy General. Yes, sir.

It's the Brigadier, he's been shot.

He's in a coma.

- Find out what you can about this guy.

(somber music)

Pruitt and Hardy are dancing
with the same devil Charles.

I know you can hear me.

Word is, non comatose patients
get the hottest nurses.

Well, I enjoyed our talk.

You old goat.

- Joey.

- Why isn't the president
making the announcement himself?

- Because he has an important golf game

with the Japanese prime minister.

(all laugh)

(coughing) But in all seriousness

I want to thank the president
for allowing me the honor

to make this announcement personally.

I am especially pleased
because I feel an enormous

amount of pride when it comes to this man.

I have known Joplin Hardy

for practically all his political life.

Some say that goes all the way
back to the cradle. (laughs)

(coughing) Congratulations
Joplin on your appointment

as Secretary of the Interior.

You have been a true
friend, a loyal supporter

and a true fighter.

And I hope your job isn't as bumpy

as your nomination process.

And I feel confident that
you will enjoy much success.

- Anson? Anson.

Doctor, is there a doctor?

- Clear the way.
- Anson? Can you breathe?

Relax, can you hear me.

Give him some space.

Give him some room.

Clear away.
- We need the medic.

- Call my office right away,
tell them what happened.

Tell them I'm on my way to the hospital.

- You got a call sir.

The stationery's ready.

- God!

- The oxygen masks.
- Back.

(people clamoring)

(foreboding music)

- Thanks very much.

Have a good day.

Yes sir. May I be of service?

- I'm looking for a
special type of vellum.

- We have a wide selection
in the storeroom.

Would you care to take a look?

- Yes.

- Follow me please.

- Brigadier?

- He'll be all right.

How about the old guy on Cherry Street?

- He goes by the name
of Albert Greenfield.

I don't know, he doesn't strike
me as particularly sinister

but I've been morphing his features

back to what he must've
looked like during the war.

Until now, Betty hasn't
been able to make a match

with any known Nazi.

- Chase the Protocol accounts,

I'm going to play a visit to
our friend on Cherry Street.

- I'd hold that thought.

I just picked a call from DC police.

Greenfield's house
burned down an hour ago.

- What?
(dramatic music)

- This agent is unpredictable
and that makes him dangerous.

Especially since he has
been talking to your fiance.

- I made a mistake that's all.

- It's only a matter of time
before he finds this place.

- Well, what do you suggest?

Because I've got to get
over to the hospital.

I should be at Anson's side right now.

- I called you here to warn you

of some last minute
adjustments to our plans.

- I don't like it when
you say "adjustments".

- The president will
be reluctant to appoint

an immediate successor to
Powers while he's still alive.

- That's no problem.

We just have the doctors
insist that Anson resign.

Too much stress.

- Time is a luxury we
can no longer afford.

We must facilitate the president's hand.

Leave him in no doubt
about Power's condition.

- The president likes me.

I've got that area covered and Anson,

I'll remind you, is my friend.

- I made it clear from the outset

that I will not allow personal attachments

to interfere with our plans,

which is why I'm also of the opinion

that marrying the girl
is not the best course.

- There's no need to delay my wedding.

- I mean cancel it permanently.

- Catherine knows nothing about us.

- Are you positive?

Did you ever plan on
telling her about us? Hmm?

You haven't thought this
through very carefully

have you, Mr. Secretary?

The fact is Catherine
is your weakest link.

That makes her my biggest headache.

- That's bullshit.

- I will not jeopardize the operation

on account of some lovelorn fraulein.

The issue has been decided.

She will be dealt with.

- Dealt with?

- And so will Powers.

The sympathy factor will
play to our advantage.

- Have you seen my
approval ratings lately?

Because I don't need you. You need me.

Without me, you can kiss
the fourth Reich goodbye.

- (chuckles) You're absolutely right,

but it is also important to bear in mind

that approval ratings can
fall as fast as they rise.

Isn't that so Miss Morales?

- Well, well, well.

It's been a long time Joplin.

- Altina has kindly
decided to join us here,

as a friendly reminder of the
agreement we struck in Panama.

In conclusion, Mr. Secretary,

I strongly recommends that
you never threaten me again.

I put you into that cabinet
and I can rip you out of it.

Just like your predecessor.

- When?

- I expect a change in Mr.
Power's status before morning.

So I suggest to go to the
hospital and be at his side.

It will play beautifully for the cameras.

- Don't think I'll be making
that next tee off time.

- You should have skipped the last one.

I won 20 bucks.

You'll be back Anson,

you've got mountain cider in those veins.

(melancholy music)

- You know, I know you might
not think much of the Brigadier

but he really is a good man.

- Yeah he is.

- When I was just a kid
my parents died. Right?

So he brought me over from
London to live with Uncle Mish.

Arranged for my scholarship.
He saved my life.

(somber music)

- See you in the morning.

Well, well, what have we here?

- Looks like you have an intruder.

- Should I call security.

- Only if you think you're
gonna need any help.

- No no, I think I can handle this one.

unfortunately not right away.

I need you to revert back to being

my office assistant for a while.

- Tonight?

- Yes. Tonight.

I'm sorry. I'm stuck.

White House wants me back
there in the morning.

Another security check.

- Who is it this time?

- Chief of staff, seems
to think that anybody

who ever set foot in
Panama is a drug dealer.

You mind digging up those
old aid mission files.

- Sure.

- Thank you.

You're a doll and I'm sorry.

So Cath, that Canadian
guy you were talking to.

What was that all about?

- Cameron?
- Hm mm.

- I don't remember.

- You don't remember?

- Well no, I just
recognized him from Montreal

and we didn't really talk
about anything special. Why?

- Well I had Bob run a check on him.

It turns out there's nobody by that name

at the prime minister's office.

Nobody even in the Canadian government

and to top it off my computer
files have been breached.

- What?

You think someone across the Senate floor

is trying to block your nomination.

- It could be.

- You're not keeping
anything from me are you?

Something I should know about?

- No.

And I'm sorry to be
bringing this stuff up.

- Hm mm.

Aid mission files.

- Aid mission files. Yes.

- And some coffee.

- Coffee. Coffee.

Excellent, thank you.

You're an angel.

- Then you should let me
take off my halo sometime.

- Yes. Yes. Take off whatever you like.

(tense dramatic music)

Gemma. You all right?

Hi kids. Doctor.

Hey mind if I play through?

- I spoke to the president.

It's been decided. You're his choice.

(Anson sighs)

- Cancel all his appointments.

Make sure to send flowers to
the vice president's room.

Thank you.

- You!

You open that door before I call for help.

- I'm not going to hurt you.

- What do you want?

- I want you to answer me a question.

Did you tell Hardy you
and I met in Montreal?

- Of course.

- Catherine my name is Sean Dillon.

I'm an agent of the British government.

I'm here investigating
the Montreal kidnapping.

- You know, you're a very
good liar, Mr er Dillon.

Cameron, whoever you are,
but you're not fooling me.

- Your life is in danger.

- And you're out to ruin Joplin's career.

- Your boss is involved with
some very dangerous people

who won't hesitate to kill
anybody who gets in their way.

- You are out of your mind.

- Look.

This is a file of people
that used to work with Hardy.

Jane Bentham, his last assistant.

Matt Levine. They're all dead.

(foreboding music)

What happened to Anson
Powers was no accident.

- You make me sick.

- Catherine.
(knocking on door)

- [Guard] Who's in there.

- Be careful. No one is safe.

- Miss Dirgen, is there anything wrong?

- No the door must've been jammed.

- I heard voices.

- It's only me.

- Are those your papers
on the floor there ma'am?

- Yes. Thank you.

I'll get them.

(foreboding music)

(computer beeping)

- Well say hello to Gerhart
Heinzer, circa 1944.

- Nice work.

- Heinzer was SS.

Bastard delivered Himmler's
production quotas to Auschwitz

and the other factories
of the Third Reich.

That son of a bitch has more than 250,000

death warrants on his hands.

- Oh.

Better find him Lenny, before he finds us.

(tense music)

(explosion bangs)
(glass shatters)

- Uncle Misha!

- Lenny!

- Uncle Misha!

Misha!

(explosion booms)
(Lenny screams)

(explosion bangs)

- Come on!

(explosion booms)

Come on, let's go.

Come on, let's go.

(Lenny sobbing)

All right.

No! No!

Lenny come on. We gotta get out of here.

Stay down! Stay down!

(Lenny sobbing)

We'll get them.

Lenny I need your help.

we gotta get out of here

before the cops get here, you hear me?

Look at me.

Do you have keys for this?

Can you help me?

Yeah.
- Okay.

Keys, keys.

Keys.

Okay.

This is how it started in the 30s,

bombs, burning books,

dragging people away in
the middle of the night.

- All the files have been destroyed.

You got no backup.

- You want backup.

I'll give you backup.

- What's this?

- Hold this.

This is my backup.

This is a computer, that's a modem.

- Lenny, Lenny I don't
give you enough credit.

- There we go.

Albert Greenfield is
something of a chameleon.

Owned a stationary
store here in Washington

under the name John Strauss.

10 years ago, he sold
it to a shop manager.

Then moved to Canada.

A few years later he rematerialized

as Albert Greenfield
again here in Washington.

- Know where this is?

- Yeah. Yeah.

I know a shortcut.

(tense music)

Do you think he's in there?

- One way to find out.

- Looks pretty harmless enough to me.

- Okay.

All right there.

Oh! Partner what do you got there?

- Someone has to cover your back.

I know how to use a gun Dillon.

- I'm sure you do.

Lenny. This is not a field class.

- Oh, come on.

I'm not just gonna sit here.

- Yes you are.

If I'm not back in 15
minutes, create a diversion.

- A diversion?

- Hm mm.

- What sort of a diversion?

- Make something up.

- Make something up.

Okay I'll make something up.

- I'm sorry, but we're closed.

- It'll just take a minute.

It'll only take a minute.

Listen I'm looking for something

in a light bond in lavender.

- Come back tomorrow.

- It's for my Aunt Lucille.

Poor woman's confined to a wheelchair.

Her last joy in life is writing letters.

- I'm sorry.

We don't have anything in lavender.

- Her eyesight is failing.

Off lavender would be fine.

- I'll have to check in the back.

- Oh, thanks you're a godsend.

(suspenseful music)

- You've got to go.

(gunshot bangs)

(suspenseful music)

- 15 minutes. 15 minutes.

15 minutes. Okay.

Okay.

(tense music)

- Impressive timing, Mr. Dillon.

Thanks to you I have another
moving day to look forward to.

- Turn off the machine.

Hands where I can see them.

- Please excuse the
mess, but as you can see-

- Drop the gun.

- I was expecting your company.

(fist thuds)
- Oh.

- Whom I diverting?

Who? What the f...

- It must appear it was intended for him.

Make certain she is in the car

before you ring the number understand.

- Yes sir.

(suspenseful music)

- Why waste your skills
serving the British?

- Brits ain't so bad.

They do have a national health.

What do you got?

- Don't mistake me for a senile old fool.

In a few minutes you are going
to wish you never met me.

The truth is you don't stand for anything

and you amount to nothing.

It will give me great
pleasure to see your ashes

swept into the gutter

along with the rest of
the mongrel garbage.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- And for your information.

I never overlooked the details,

including the young Jew, parked outside.

Ja.

(tense music)

- [Radio Announcer] Tonight in Washington,

it is now official.

Dr. Harold Fleck delivered
the news just moments ago.

Vice president Anson Powers has
died on the operating table.

- Fleck is a detail you
seem to have overlooked.

- [Announcer] Friend of the Powers family

was at the hospital at the
time of the announcement.

Sources at the White House
say that Senator Hardy

has already been asked to
succeed Vice President Powers.

The Senator and Dr. Fleck are scheduled

to hold a press conference
in the next half hour.

(Greenfield chuckling)

- So Hardy in the white house.

I don't know Heinzer, you
got a lot of loose ends.

You got Fleck, Pruitt, Altina
Moralis, Catherine Dergan.

- None of them traceable back to me.

As you can see, I prefer
to conduct my transactions

the old fashioned way.

(machine whirrs)

- I'll call you.

All right. You'll take care of them.

Right buddy.

- Mister Secretary.

- Not right now.
- Please a comment.

- Thank you. I'm sorry.

A little later.

Thank you.

Catherine.

Bit of a circus down here, right now.

It would break your heart
if you saw the family.

Well, now I find out that the president

wants me to replace Anson.

I need you with me for sure.

Meet me at the press
conference in half an hour.

Half an hour.

(suspenseful music)

- Ah!

Does this look familiar?

The one and only copy
of the Windsor Protocol.

Maybe not.

They were all mostly burnt
when you got to them.

Weren't they?

At any rate I don't think
I'll be shredding this.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Ah! (gasps)

- The young Jew stumbles to the rescue.

(doorbell rings)

- Jenkin?

Hello. Anybody here.

Mr. Jenkin are you here?

Hello. Mr. Jenkin are you there.

- I'm very sorry, sir.

But you know what? We're closed.

(tense music)

- [Customer] You're new here.

- Yes I am sir, I'm brand new.

It's my first day, it's my first shift.

- I know you're closed but Mr. Jenkin

usually bends the rules
a little bit for me.

- Um.

Uh, do you have your receipt?

- Oh, lost it.

But look don't worry.

- [Lenny] I can't find it
if you don't have a receipt.

- Oh in heavens! It's
pink with floral patterns.

For my daughter's birthday.

My wife is gonna kill me if
I don't come home with this.

- I don't know.

I'm really not supposed
to look for anything

without Mr. Jenkins.

- Okay. Here's my card.

I'm James K. Smith with the FBI.

- [Lenny] Mr. Smith.

- If I run out on you,
you know where to find me?

- Sure. Mr. Smith. You stay
here and I'll be right back.

(grunting)

- (whispering inaudibly)
is killing people.

(grunting)

- [Customer] Any luck?

- I'm looking sir, but I don't
see any pink floral patterns.

- Okay. Well look, I'll
just come in and give you-

- No!

I'm very sorry sir.

No, employees only sir.

Very sorry.

- [Customer] Can't miss it.

- Pink floral pattern.

Pink, pink, floral pattern.

- Is she blind.

- Pink, pink, pink.

- Tell her where the damn thing is.

Last shelf, top right, red bin.

Do you really want the FBI to
find out where that body is?

- Come on. Pink floral, pink, pink.

- [Sean] Lenny.

- What?

- [Sean] Last shelf, top right, red bin.

- I'll just join you.

- Ah! Ah!

(shelf crashes)

(tense music)

- I found it, sir.

- Should I pay you now or-

- Later.

I mean, I mean later.

Okay. (laughs nervously)

(gunshot bangs)
Dillon!

Dillon!

- I said a diversion, not a one act play.

- This is Heinzer.

- Yeah. Not much to look at is he?

- You son of a bitch.

- Go ahead Jude.

What are you waiting for?

I had your uncle killed.

Do it!

Do it!

- I can't.

- Not as easy as punching
the computer keyboard is it?

- Fate demands that you kill me Dillon.

- Shut up.

- I will not be exhibited
at some glass cage.

I know all the names of
the Protocol by heart.

I will bring down your government with me.

And the Americans.

- You know. He's got a point.

Knock yourself out.

Let's go.

- Letting him off so easy.

- I'm saving a bullet.

You got five minutes Heinzer.

The cops will put you
in any cage they want.

- So what now?

- Hardy's, fast as you can.

(tense music)

(ominous music)

(phone rings)

- Pick it up. Pick it up!

Come on pick it up.

(phone rings)

(dramatic music)

Catherine, stop! Stop!

- Get off the car!

- Stop!

Get out of the car!

(Catherine screaming)

Come on!

- What do you want from me?

Who are you?

- I'm Lenny.

- Dial Joplin's car phone.
- What?

- Dial his car phone.

(phone dialing)

(explosion booming)

- Oh!

(phone ringing)
(Catherine gasps)

- Yeah.

- Are you still alive Dillon?

- Yeah, well, the night is young Ferguson.

(Lenny laughs)

You have a nice nap.

- I'm just, I'm sorry.

- For a while there,

I thought you might be
attending my funeral.

Do you have the Protocol?

- Yeah, tucked safely in my jacket.

- And Heinzer.

- Ashes to ashes.

- Bring it to me at once.

- Yeah. I just got to take
care of one last thing.

(Catherine sobs)

It's all right. It's all right.

- He tried to kill me.

- Upon attempting to clear the obstruction

of his aortic valve, the vice
president went into trauma.

- [Reporter] Doctor.

- I'm afraid his heart just gave out.

- Dr. Fleck, to what do you attribute

Mr. Powers deteriorated heart condition?

- I can't say with certainty.

Anson seemed healthy as a horse.

But of course he had an appetite to match.

I had tried to counsel
him about his appetite.

- Doctor I have a question please.

- What is it Senator?

- If called by the
president will you serve?

- No more questions.

Senator Hardy has just been
given some terrible news.

- Senator? Doctor?

- Washington police report
that Senator Hardy's fiance

Catherine Dergin has been
killed in a car bomb explosion.

- Do you think it was
meant for you Senator?

- Is it the same group that
tried to kill you in Montreal?

- That's it! That's enough.

- Senator Hardy your reaction.

- Please, this is not the time.

- There are sick minds in this country

that would stop at nothing to silence me

and what I stand for

which is a voice of
compassion for the common man.

And you ask if I would
serve, try to stop me now.

Catherine.

I wanted to serve my
country, you know that.

I laundered money to do it.

Panama.

You think you're going
there to work for peace

and you end up selling arms
to torturers and dictators.

And then we decide we want
to support a democracy

there again and I'm the bad guy.

I'm out!

They bought me Catherine.

What could I do?

They bought me a Senate seat,

wanted to make me president.

- [Man] Get down!

- I'm sorry Catherine.

- Drop the weapon!

Drop the weapon.

(gunshot bangs)
(Catherine screams)

(somber music)

- Her majesty's government will be forever

in your debt Charles.

With these documents we
can finally lay to rest

that wretched war.

And now Charles, I want
you to bear witness

to what I'm about to do.

Her Majesty asked me to
convey her thanks to your man

for a job well done.

(melancholic music)

- You all right?

- I'll be fine.

I wanted to thank you for
saving my life, in person.

All I'm supposed to say
right now is that Joplin

had some psychiatric problems.

- I'm sorry it had to
happen this way Catherine.

- There's so much I didn't see.

- You loved him.

- Yeah I did.

And we were gonna be married.

I'm probably never going
to see you again either.

- You never know.

Come here.

- I have something for you.

- Thank you.

- Goodbye.

- Now that we have the
Protocol Account numbers

I can't see anything to be gained

by publicizing these names.

Let not the sins of the fathers
be visited on their sons.

- To the airport Lenora.

- Right away sir.

Oh and sir, it's Lenny.