Spies Inc. (1992) - full transcript

Spies from different nationalities stationed in a small Asian island work out a plot to create an international incident taking profit from it. Defrauding CIA through fake reports and running a front company using operating funds, they control the island and use the skills acquired in the service of their countries to pursue their personal dreams of wealth and happiness.

[ foreign language ]

Come on.

Go for it, Mac.

Orushkin, come on.

Let's have it.

It's all in here, 43 cables.

[ speaking in

foreign language ]

Let's go! Let's go!

[ gunshots ]

Hustle, damn it! Hustle!

Come on!

Come on!

VIC: Who is the fireball?

LORIMER: McKinley.

Our top man in Moressa.

And this was

his opposite number.

Vladimir Orushkin

of the KGB.

VIC: So this Orushkin

crosses over the wild side,

huh, just like that?

Could be

our biggest defection

since Yurchenko

came over.

Yeah?

So what did he give us?

43 cables,

all from Moscow Central

to the Soviet ambassador,

Moressa.

And?

Vic, there's enough going on

down there

to start world war III,

twice.

In Moressa?

McKinley wants to get this

all the way to the top

- and fast.

- McKinley?

That bozo couldn't start

a forest fire

with a flamethrower.

Vic, just take a look

at some of this.

Oh, come on, Lorimer.

Moressa is a farm for freaks

and burned-out spooks,

theirs, ours,

everybody's.

God, even you know that.

Let me show you

something big.

We're talking about

a reconnaissance satellite

which spies

with its little eye

the People's Republic

of Moressa.

19 islands

and a couple of atolls.

Main island over here.

One large town.

Rice, rubber, tea, coconuts.

Okay, so far?

Now, we track over

to one of these

remote little fellows

over here.

Tell me what you see.

Some kind of a settlement,

here.

Leper colony, 20 lepers,

2 Dutch nuns

and a Sony Walkman,

that's it.

Only according to

Mr. Orushkin's cables,

the pics we're getting

are phony.

Phony? What the hell

are you talking about, phony?

All they got to do is isolate

the satellite's frequencies,

difficult

but not impossible,

and they're

in business.

They can beam back

whatever they want us to see.

So what do you want

from me?

Somebody on a plane

within the hour.

Somebody who speaks Russian,

somebody good,

going in deep cover,

no embassy contact,

and I want him to turn our

Mr. KGB Orushkin inside out.

You're asking me

for a 3T man?

That's what

they're there for.

- What cartons?

- What are you saying, Alice?

Strawberry again, Mr.--

Mac, important traffic

from headquarters.

What does it say?

Oh, tangerine, of course.

How silly of me.

They are sending somebody out.

Sun Slip will deliver to you

right away, Mr. Brenjou.

To debrief Mr. Orushkin.

Debrief Orushkin?

What the hell for?

- Thank you. Bye.

- We've covered everything!

43 in-depth cables

we sent them, 43!

- Count them.

- Mac!

What the hell do they want?

We got an Olympic-sized pool of

sewage blowing up in our faces!

- MAN: Alice?

- What'll they say to this?

The 6th, the 44th airborne?

No, no, no.

Some prissy little four-eyed

Ivy League fancy Dan

who wants to debrief

the Russian KGB Orushkin!

Alice?

Rob, honey.

Yeah, I need you

to hold this for me.

- Where?

- Right there.

Alice, come on!

We got to get our ass in gear.

- Shh.

- Don't shush me.

Any minute now, 3T is gonna

be launched in our direction.

- He's already on his way.

- Licked the sucker.

I told you, Mac, everything

is gonna be all right.

- Yeah?

- Yes.

I got back to headquarters

right away.

3T is under instructions

to go straight to his hotel

and wait for contact.

[ indistinct chattering ]

Do you know

the Nippon hotel?

Absolutely,

know damn good, sir.

[orn honking ]

Nippon hotel, sir.

Keep the change.

Oh, thanks a lot.

Hey, anybody home?

[ song playing

in foreign language ]

Whittaker.

Hey!

You follow.

You're a lucky man.

First guest, big fever.

He got pukey.

Room vacant now.

Wonderful view.

Aah!

[ indistinct chatter ]

Whittaker, get in.

Come on, get in.

Rob Hartman.

You're the bang

and boom guy.

These boys are really up

and running, huh? You okay?

- Which boys?

- KGB, of course.

KGB?

Yeah, in comes the 3T man,

out goes Rob to meet him

and what do you know?

He's got his death squad

in there to hit him.

- Shit.

- KGB, no way.

It's got to be.

That's too damn amateur.

This is Moressa, buddy.

Yeah, even for Moressa.

So where you keeping him?

Orushkin?

Where have you got him?

Oh, shit!

[ tires screeching ]

[ honking ]

Did you see that?

- Where's the safe house?

- The what?

Orushkin?

Where have you got him?

Oh, yeah, Orushkin.

He's out of town.

Where?

Up the coast,

a place called Patra.

You got an address?

No, that's strictly

Mac's department.

You know how many people

he's got down there? Miners.

Oh, yeah, yeah,

we got about half a dozen.

Cream of the crud. These are

the best locals we got.

Okay, take me to the station.

That's right where

we're headed.

Wrong station,

I want the railroad,

not the agency.

And if I did my homework right,

it should be over that way.

What the heck

you want to go there for?

To catch a train.

Patra.

I'm on assignment, remember.

The agency wants

this Russian debriefed,

and they want it yesterday.

Yeah, but,

I mean you got any idea

about the trains

in this place, huh?

There's a hotel on

Patra Harbor, the Oriental.

I'll be there

under the name of Harper.

Have McKinley get in touch with

me through one of his miners.

You're not listening to me.

I'm talking about

the jungle express.

For Christ's sake,

just hire yourself a car.

Better yet, why don't you just

come over and take one of ours?

You know better than that.

Cut through there.

- There!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[ honking ]

Damn, take it easy.

Slow down.

Now look at what

you've gone and done.

- What I've done?

- Now just sit still.

Only one way to handle this.

You, get out of there.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come here.

Do you realize

what you just did?

- Please, it was an accident.

- Accident, my ass.

You deliberately threw this

piece of junk under my wheel.

Now you take it

and you get out of here

before I sue you

for everything you've got.

Come on, party is over.

Get out of here.

Don't worry. Stuff like that

happens here all the time.

Turn it off.

- What are you talking about?

- I said turn it off.

Now listen.

I'm Harper, Oriental Hotel,

Patra. You got that?

- This goes to headquarters.

- What the heck is this?

My first on-site report.

So long.

- Hey, where you going?

- Train station, on foot.

What the hell

is bugging you?

Hartman, I can't afford

the advertising.

Sir, wait a minute, my friend

will take you to the hospital.

- Hospital?

- Just a check-up.

Not to worry, sir.

All in one piece.

Can't be too sure.

Come on, please.

Uh-uh, Whittaker,

no, I ain't taking--

The hell you are.

Hey, what did I tell you?

- You get out of here.

- You'll do it, Hartman.

You'll take good care of him or

the company will hear about it.

Oh, yeah? Don't forget,

it's your company, too, buddy.

It's not the damn Boy Scouts,

you understand?

You're on assignment,

remember?

Deep cover, man!

You're very kind, sir.

[ car honking ]

Where the hell

have you been?

How the hell

did you find me?

- I find anybody. Sources.

- Sit down.

Do you realize

I was about to make a speech

and that the president

was there?

[ocking ] Do you realize

I was about to make a speech--

We got a problem, Cleague.

A major problem.

May I suggest we discuss it

in more congenial surrounding?

Your inner sanctum, Mac?

Why don't you invite us there

before we all go down with

cholera or something worse.

Balls on this guy.

A top-secret United States

government facility.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

Off-limits to commies

and fruitcakes.

Fruitcakes? Please!

Her Majesty's fruity

secret service.

- You got the wrong country.

- Was and it always will be.

It's about time some of yours

came out of the closet.

Huh?

People, people,

please do something.

Time flies.

Shut up and sit down.

Sit.

What will it be, Cleague?

I don't suppose

you have a banana daiquiri

with an umbrella,

do you?

No, I don't suppose we do.

Give me something

hermetically sealed.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll have some gin

with a dash of tonic.

An unopened bottle

if you don't mind.

Will you cut the crap

and listen?

I'm all ears.

What's the problem?

Triple threat.

- I beg your pardon.

- The 3T.

Oh, so that's what

it stands for.

Triple threat.

Love it.

Well, that was

taken care of.

That was all taken care of.

It was a matter of timing.

The kid, he checks in.

And Rob, he makes the call,

and what happens? I don't know.

Mac, I'd give anything

to see one of your reports.

- No way.

- Nothing hush-hush.

Just a sample of your prose.

What Edwin's trying

to tell you--

- Don't call me that.

- It's on your dossier.

Not to put too fine a point

on it, comrade Rob fouled up.

- What? No way.

- Fouled up?

And our friend, Mr. 3T--

[ all arguing at once ]

Five days,

that's all we have.

Five days to shake the world,

and you let the wildcard go?

You show me one Brit or

a commie who'll do any better.

I'm telling you.

this kid is red hot.

And very much alive.

Yeah?

Well, not long he ain't.

See, old Rob,

he did some quick thinking.

Next thing you know,

our boy is out of town

before his feet

even touch the ground.

Out of town?

He's gone to interview

the KGB defector.

- Where?

- Patra.

- We don't have anybody there.

- It's your territory, Arthur.

Who've you got up there?

Hey, hey,

what about the princess?

She's strictly off limits.

[ thunder rumbling ]

See, I've--

I've got a singing leper,

I've got the porter

of the Oriental hotel.

Beautiful. You guys get

your asses down there tonight.

You give this to the porter,

he delivers it by hand

to Mr. Harper,

AKA, Whittaker.

Tonight?

- Well, what is this?

- Directions to the safe house.

[mitates explosion ]

And Mr. 3T is history.

Yes, well, let's hope

this time he is history.

I's and T's

dotted and crossed.

Oh, dotted and crossed,

old boy.

Well, if that's all settled,

Miss Kibblewhite, Orushkin.

Edwin.

[ whistles ]

Hey, Orushkin,

hold for a second.

Sit down.

We got work to do.

Work?

Mr. 3T's first in-depth report

to headquarters.

We have to dummy up

something real good,

or else our collective tit

is in the wringer.

You're the KGB defector.

Talk to us.

[inging ]

[ knocking on the door ]

Yeah?

Breakfast, sir.

For you, sir.

From Starburst.

You know where he is?

Oh, no, sir.

[ indistinct ]

Where's the transport?

Queen of the Orient, sir.

Down there,

at the end of the jetty.

[ speaking

in foreign language ]

[aughter ]

And Whittaker thinks

it's lasers?

Yes, sir.

It's all in his report.

- You go with this?

- I do now, sir.

Your 3T boys

never get it wrong.

Sir, Whittaker picked

the Russian empire three times,

and the pieces always

fitted back together.

This guy Orushkin

is on the level.

What about the think tank?

They all go

with Whittaker, sir.

They're convinced we're talking

worst-case scenario.

Ground base

free electron lasers.

Electronic railguns,

particle beam decoy

discriminators, you name it.

If it's Star Wars,

the Russians have got it.

And that's

just the beginning, sir.

- It gets worse?

- Much worse.

If the Russians

have got the technology

to give us a phony redoubt

on Moressa,

then where the hell else?

I can't go

to the President with this.

- Sir, we've got an--

- The implications.

- We have, sir.

Whittaker says that--

- But are you sure?

- Yes, sir.

Then get me something hard.

Who's running this outfit?

What the hell

does it look like?

Get back to Whittaker. Tell him

I want pictures and a name.

- Pictures?

- Of the laser station.

He's a trained pilot, isn't he?

Then pouch him in Ultralight,

two, three.

If a bunch of Palestinians

can get in under the radar

in those damn things,

so can Whittaker.

Get me a beer.

We got a problem.

They're sending someone up.

Worse. They want proof,

pictures of the meeting.

Pictures of the laser station.

How are we gonna get there?

By sending the kid

a couple of airplanes.

This is ridiculous.

There's nothing to photograph.

No shit, Sherlock, and they

want a Russian, too.

Orushkin, you got

anybody on your side

even down at the island,

somewhere?

Somebody that we can palm off

for setting up the operation?

Maybe.

No, no maybe.

You got to have somebody.

There was someone

before my time.

I'm afraid he was lost.

- Huh?

- It happens sometimes.

Central planning.

What was his name?

I think it was Filatov.

He got a first name?

Ivan.

Ivan Filatov. Will his name

show up on our computers?

[ speaks Russian ]

But the photographs,

they'll be more difficult.

No kidding.

Chu Chu.

[ speaks Russian

Our brother

in the Cuban services.

- That's our man.

- Chu Chu Rodriguez?

I'm not working

with that tamale.

The Da Vinci

of miniatures, Mac.

Cuba and Castro--

it's a matter of principle.

Beggars can't be choosers.

Nope, absolutely no.

How do you approve this guy?

Chu Chu, Chu Chu,

we're talking big bucks here.

[ speaking

in foreign language ]

Hundreds and hundreds of

millions dollars, not pesos.

Look,

let me explain it to you.

Chu Chu, Chu Chu,

listen to me, listen to me.

You got the upside

and you got the downside,

we're gonna go up

on the downside.

Don't you understand?

Excuse me,

excuse me, excuse me.

Please, please.

Comrade Chu Chu,

capitalists have many ways

of speculation.

There are ordinary shares

and preference shares

and bonds and guilds,

and there are futures,

where they gamble

on what is going to happen.

In the future.

[ speaking Russian ]

Now, the great beauty

about the future

is you can lay your bets

either way.

You can gamble

on the stock market

rising or falling.

We are going for a fall.

And for a fall,

we need a crisis.

[ train whistle ]

A world crisis, actually.

Black Monday times ten.

And before we can say

Perestroika,

we hit the jackpot.

- And when it's all done, we--

- Spit!

All we have to do is raise 1%

of the value of the contract.

It's called

buying an auction.

[ speaks Spanish ]

We've done it, dear boy.

Vladimir, Mac and myself

have pooled our operating funds

to raise the deposits.

Quite simple, actually.

Sacrifice and cooperation,

the spirit of the great

patriotic war.

America, England,

Mother Russia.

Let's cut the bullshit.

We're gonna cut you in for--

- 5%.

- 5%?

5 million

on every 100 million.

No.

God Almighty.

You want a world crisis?

Take your pick.

You don't need me.

This guy's got

shit for brains.

Please.

Comrade Chu Chu,

it is the scale of the crisis

and the timing,

particularly the timing.

You see how we've

slightly jumped the gun.

We thought that we'd sent

enough disinformation

to headquarters

to start a fire,

but they've been

rather slow to respond.

Comrade, we've already

bought the contract.

The auction falls due

in 4 days.

Four days

and the clock is ticking.

Four days,

it's all we've got.

So we either have

a world crisis

and a very large profit

for everybody--

Or we're at the creek

without a paddle!

Come on,

what do you say?

5%.

[ speaks Spanish ]

No! No! No!

No, it's...

- They're gonna find out.

- Sure, they're gonna find out!

A week and a month,

you cashed in.

What the hell do you care

if they found out?

I care plenty.

I care prison, I care worse.

In the last 20 years,

you ever hear of a spook

sitting in the slammer?!

Comrade, you must not worry

about prison.

Maybe a week or so

and always a little trip

to the border,

well, not theirs,

for one of ours

and everybody's happy.

That's the beauty

of our profession.

We pull all the stings,

governments

are terrified of us.

They're scared

out of their skulls.

With the amount of money

we're talking about,

justice melts.

You could start

a third world war.

Five percent,

billions, no questions,

no taxes, no shit,

and you're bothering

about World War III!

[ speaking foreign language ]

[ honking ]

Move it!

Open up!

No, sir.

Open up, goddammit!

It is a lockout, sir.

Alice.

Alice?

Alice?

What's with the lights?

Oh, shit.

What are you doing

sneaking up on me like that?

I could have--

you know, my balance.

- What's going on?

- Shut down.

They cut off all the

electricity and the water.

And I've had to fire

the entire staff.

Oh, shitheads. They didn't

know what electricity was

- until we told them.

- What do you expect?

You haven't paid

a utility bill in over a year.

All I needed

was a few dollars

from the operational fund,

but oh, no.

Come on, Alice,

not that again.

Sun Slip

was the only front company

in the whole sector

that was turning in a profit.

A prosperous

expanding business.

Will you shut up

about Sun Slip

and bring that candle

over here?

Ask that stripper.

I know what your trouble is,

Alice.

You've got no sense

of proportion.

You're in the big time now.

So think big.

What the fuck?

- I told you, it's all down.

- All of it?

Everything,

except the phone.

Well, I got to drive up

to the headquarters,

flash traffic,

I got to get through.

So we'll use the embassy.

Oh.

Aren't you the smartest

little bimbo

to come down the pike?

What the hell would I do

without you?

You get your sweet ass

in there

and we're gonna cook up

something good.

All right.

Code, Cosmic.

- Okay?

- Sure.

All right.

Reference, Redcoat,

source, Starburst.

To, UPS/RP.

From, 3T-GWMR.

Text...

Okay.

Ground base laser.

Mac, what are you

trying to tell them?

Well, we got our ground base

laser station...

[ndistinct chatter ]

...out there one of those

freaking islands.

Okay.

What about this?

Soviet laser installation,

Moressa.

Controlled by...

um, should we make him

colonel?

You bet,

at least a colonel.

Controlled

by Colonel Ivan Filatov,

deep cover KGB, stop,

Whittaker, stop.

Okay, scribble it

and get your ass

to the embassy.

What the hell

is an Ivan Filatov?

[ speaking in

foreign language ]

Lasers?

Filatov.

Ivan Filatov.

Ivan Filatov!

This way, sir.

The gentleman

sends his compliments, sir.

Thank you very much.

I'm Jim.

Guptin.

Oh, meet Hala.

- Hi.

- How do you do?

- That's Marietta.

- Hi.

- Tabitho, Jodri.

- Hi.

- Isabelle.

- Isabelle.

[ foreign language ]

Please, sit down.

Please.

Jodri, get over here.

Make room, everybody.

That's right, there we are.

That was quite a scene

this morning at the harbor.

You were there?

At my window.

I imagine

you spend a lot of time

watching

through your window.

Well, not really.

But when there's a riot

going on below,

it does kind of

draw you there.

Hardly a riot.

Well, whatever it was,

you sure sorted it out.

How did you manage that?

We Moressans

take our women very seriously.

Yeah, but Isabelle's a...

White?

I was born here,

Mr. Whittaker.

Tell me, what brings you

to our little country here?

Business?

No, just a tourist.

Ah, a tourist.

Are you enjoying yourself?

Terrific.

Really?

Absolute dynamite.

Have you seen anything

of the real Moressa?

Tourists see only

what they want to see.

Then perhaps you should learn

about it from us.

Anytime you'd like

to show it to me.

Where can I find you?

At the water garden.

Surely Isabelle's club

gets a passing mention

in your guidebook.

[ speaking

in foreign language ]

- How about tonight?

- I can't make it.

- Oh?

- Yeah, I've got a date.

Tonight?

- Someone special?

- Not particularly.

Just ships passing

in the nights.

Be careful.

I's and T's, old boy.

[ indistinct mumble ]

[ telephone ringing ]

Yeah?

ROB: Terminated.

3T is history?

Dotted and crossed,

old boy.

[ speaking in

foreign language ]

[ folk music playing ]

Jim, what are

you doing here?

You promised me

the real Moressa, remember?

Let me get you

something to drink.

No. After this dance.

Who are you?

A native.

The hell you are.

Where did you get it all?

Dynamite,

ships in the night?

That wasn't me.

I'm sorry for the way that my

friends behaved--

What about Whittaker?

That was you, wasn't it?

Where did that come from?

It's your name.

Where did you get it?

At the hotel register.

Nice try, but I booked in

under the name of Harper.

You got someplace

we can talk, privately?

Tell me about the things

that turn you on, Isabelle.

Flirting with dead men.

What else?

Hi, Jim, over here. Some wine?

How delightful.

That's not what happened.

And all the time

you knew damn well

well what I was walking

into last night.

Who you working for?

- Who, Isabelle?

- Moressa.

Oh, come off it.

Moressa Intelligence

adds up to one retired captain

on the wrong side of 70,

an assistant librarian

with the DTs,

both of whom we own.

- I didn't say intelligence.

- Then who?

The country.

The people.

Don't give me that stuff.

- You didn't hear what I said.

- Yeah, I heard.

Both words.

And to you they're hollow?

Most times.

When they're not,

they're dangerous.

Except when it's your country

and your people.

This is my country.

I don't care who you are

and what you believe.

That's your business,

but when you

and your Moressan buddies

try to blow me

out of existence, twice,

that starts

to become my business.

It had nothing

to do with us.

But you knew, all of you.

You knew. How?

Leave this island

for your own sake.

They're trying

to kill you!

- Who's they, Isabelle?

- All your lot.

And along with them,

the KGB, MI6,

and goodness knows

who else.

For one stupid moment

I thought

I was getting the truth.

You are.

Do you know who this is?

Over there, on the right.

It's Cleague, isn't it?

Resident Brit.

The night you arrived,

he came down here

with Hartman.

That's when he told me

about you.

You're telling me

that Cleague just drops by,

discusses classified

information...

[ clanking ]

[ speaking in

foreign language ]

Come on in, we're just talking

about your old pal Cleague.

He's one of your kind,

not ours.

Well, you all look

pretty chummy there.

That, Mr. Whittaker,

was my son's wedding.

Twelve weeks later,

Cleague had him killed.

Your son? How?

Car bomb.

They put out some story

about fundamentalists.

How do you know

Cleague was involved?

Little by little,

things came to light,

that our old friend Cleague

was in fact a British spy,

that my son

had been working for him,

and somewhere somehow

he overstepped the mark and...

Well, I don't have

to tell you

how things are worked

in your world,

do I, Mr. Whittaker?

So now you're

on the best of terms

with the man

who killed your husband?

The very best.

In fact, I work for him.

Hold it.

You work for Cleague?

- I use him.

- How?

He gets reams

of disinformation,

we get a window

into your world.

Dangerous games, lady.

And what you learn

from Cleague, you pass on to...

Any Moressan

who needs to know.

I need to know,

Isabelle.

Why are they

trying to kill me?

That's our boy, sir.

Ivan Filatov.

When was this taken?

June, 1937.

I imagine he's changed.

According to this, he was

posted to Moressa in 1938.

Yeah?

That's it, sir.

That's the whole file.

You mean, he's been out there

for 50 years?

Yes, sir.

He hasn't changed post

since the Second World War.

In fact, he missed

the Second World War.

This guy is running

a ground-based laser station?

Yes, sir.

He must be

one hell of a sleeper.

[ car honking ]

Where are you going

with that stuff?

What the hell

is going on around here?

Hey, you little termite,

put that back!

Mac!

It's all right.

It's just old stock.

Alice!

What the...

Has everybody gone crazy?

Put back!

Alice!

Alice?

Alice,

what the hell is going on?

Garage sale.

Realizing

our assets, Mac.

You froze 'em, we're unfreezing

them and upping the ante.

- Excuse me?

- No more rubbers, buddy.

We're all out of rubbers.

Robby,

what's going around?

We got to get over

to Chu Chu's.

Just a minute, Mac.

Hey, I told you, get lost!

Mac, I want you

to meet Mr. Filatov.

He wants to defect.

For Christ's sake.

No defections

after 1:00 p.m.

Come back

tomorrow morning.

Come on, Rob, let's...

- Did you say Filatov?

- Uh-huh.

[ whistles ]

Hold it a second.

Ivan Filatov?

It's true.

It's me.

- And you want to defect?

- Defector.

You ought to be

ashamed of yourself.

You want to be traitor?

You--you want to have that tag

for the rest of your life, huh?

You're a disgrace to

the goddamn communist party!

The workers of the world

want to throw up their chains

and you don't give

a hoot and a holler.

It's terrible.

I can't read this shit,

goddamn alphabet.

Why can't they even learn

to write normal?

I've been recalled,

recalled to Moscow.

Oh, holy camoly, no.

They can't do that!

No?

No!

[ indistinct ]

Sir!

Where do you want these, sir?

How the hell do I know?

What is it anyway?

Emergency drop, sir!

Assembled reconnaissance

ultra-light, sir!

Oh, shove it.

Filatov.

Filatov, you go there,

you make yourself comfortable.

Camarilla, she take care of you

till we come back.

After you, Mr. Filatov.

You keep that sucker locked in

the basement, you understand?

- Uhh.

- Go for it!

All right, everybody,

the show is over!

Get your butts

out of here!

Come on, Rob,

let's shake it.

Slow down.

What are we looking for?

Camouflage.

Pull over on that side

and wait for me.

Hey, pal, I'll give you

500 rupees for this thing

for the day.

You can take this

as a deposit.

- What's going on?

- We are hiring his van.

Give me the keys.

The man wants collateral.

- Jim?

- All for the cause, Isabelle.

The country

and the people.

How much time we got?

Will you stop that?

It's getting obscene.

Pick-up in 2 hours,

47 minutes.

Orushkin!

Orushkin!

Come on, let's go!

Ta-da!

I got to admit,

did a good job.

All right,

let's have a camera.

If they don't buy this,

they don't buy anything.

See if we can get it

through the lens.

Fire away.

All right.

How do you plan

to get in there?

Unnoticed.

[ both singing

in foreign language ]

You got it.

Triple threat.

Back from the dead.

And you're Miss Kibblewhite.

I don't believe

I've had the pleasure.

Filatov.

Ivan Filatov.

A traitor

to the working class.

Jim!

Thank you.

Isabelle.

Keep them covered

and don't hesitate to use it.

Just shut your eyes

and think of Moressa.

Keys, Miss Kibblewhite?

Fantastic.

Oh, it's beautiful.

So where is the jamming gear

for the KH11?

Oh, my God,

the number one ingredient

and it's missing.

- Chu Chu!

- [oreign language ]

You're damn right, there's

a problema. Where's the jammer?

This equipment

is difficult to, to...

- Imagine.

- Imagine, yes.

It's undercover,

invisible from the air.

- No?

- No!

If I don't get the photographs

on tonight's flight,

the agency

won't get them in time

and worse still, we won't make

tomorrow's news!

No imagination.

Let's solve the problem.

Now what are you doing,

Rob?

[ cross talk ]

[ speaking

in foreign language ]

There you go.

What are we waiting for?

Let's shoot it.

Charlie delta. Charlie delta.

I got bogey, that boy.

[tammering ]

Out of ammo, man.

Come on, gentlemen,

please.

One for me

and one for TV.

Rob, come on, let's go.

Okay,

so where are we going?

We're gonna interview

a defector.

I don't believe it.

- What is it?

- Articles of Incorporation,

these guys have got

a business going here.

The purpose of which shall be

commercial transactions

and, in particular,

to invest

in stock market futures.

And listen to these

shareholders--McKinley,

Hartman, Cleague,

our Miss Kibblewhite here,

Vladimir Orushkin.

There's some guy

named Chu Chu Rodriguez

with an address in Havana.

Aren't you in on this?

The director?

Ta-ta.

Defector, me defector.

No, he had nothing

to do with this. No.

Jeez, this is

no penny-ante stuff.

AT&T, Mitsubishi,

Boeing, General Motors.

Hundreds of millions--

it's all on the downside.

I don't--

I don't understand.

Well, it means that they're

gambling everything they've got

and 99 times more

on a falling market.

Did I say falling market?

I got to hand it to you,

Miss Kibblewhite.

What are they?

Draft cables,

all to headquarters

and all supposedly

from me.

Soviet laser installation,

Moressa,

controlled by Colonel...

What did you say

your name was?

Ivan Filatov.

Ivan Filatov.

Isabelle,

meet the mastermind

behind the Soviet version

of Star Wars.

You mean it's a scam.

- There is no crisis.

- What?

Miss Kibblewhite,

I love you.

Well, I love you too,

honey.

What do you think

you're doing?

Leaving.

The hell you are!

You can't just leave.

Yes, I can.

I know

what I need to know.

- Moressa is not in danger.

- Attaboy, princess.

Isabelle, do you realize

what these lunatics are up to?

They're concocting

a major international crisis.

They've paralyzed

everything here.

They've ruined

the agency cover,

they've compromised God knows

how many agents and operations.

It's gonna be years before

we get things back to normal.

Normal?

What's normal?

Bribes, car bombs,

surveillance, infiltration?

- That's what you call normal?

- Right.

If they were normal, doing the

job they were sent here to do,

things will be even worse.

She's making good sense.

Are you out of your mind?

[ distant voices ]

- Quick.

- No.

- Don't think for her.

- You know too much.

- You listen to yourself.

- They'll kill you!

You're coming too, pal,

we need proof.

Please.

Ivan!

Uh-uh-uh.

Stay right there.

Mac!

Mac!

Mac!

Triple threat,

they've got Ivan!

Now the first we've got

to do is get him

and the file to the embassy

as soon as it opens.

You know any place we can go

to ground for 5 hours.

- Well, maybe we could try--

- I have a better idea.

The last place in the world

they'd think to look for me.

First guest, very sick,

he got pukey.

Then come America, boom.

Here you go.

Yeah, that's the problem

with Americans.

They all look the same.

That loony Russian is gone,

the file is gone.

The kid's alive and kicking.

Cleague got the film

on the flight.

Yes, 3T is a loose cannon.

Cleague is right, Rob.

You messed up,

you better do something.

- Like what?

- How the hell do I know?

Sling those airplanes together,

we might need them.

No, not you.

Hey, you tell me,

wise guy.

Oh, dammit, Cleague,

we're finished.

- You know what I mean.

- Mac.

Here's what you do.

You set up tag teams

at the airport,

then head straight

back to town,

you tell Vlad and his boys

to cover the post office

and the telephone exchange,

inside and out.

Yeah. Bulgarians, Czechs,

get them all in.

We need the Cubans as well.

You have Chu Chu and his goons.

Excuse me, his companeros.

Check out the hotels.

Mac and I'll take care of

the embassy and the cops.

I think

they're looking for us.

This might take a while, but

I'm gonna call headquarters.

You get behind the wheel

and wait.

Call to the United States.

Yes, sir.

International booth.

Pick up immediately

as it rings.

Where are we going?

Where do we go?

We're defecting.

[ indistinct ]

We've been looking

everywhere for you.

Come.

Get in.

[ tires screeching ]

[creaming ]

Isabelle!

Come out, Filatov,

let's go.

Nyet! No.

I not go anywhere.

I defector.

I here defect.

Please.

Hey!

Through here.

We better keep moving.

Yeah, but where? You sure

that guy's at the airport?

Should we make to Patra

in a boat for India?

Yeah, but don't you see

it's getting to Patra.

I mean they'll have

the transition covered

and all the roads

out of town.

- You've forgotten something.

- What?

Tomorrow is the Patra,

the harvest festival.

They'll never spot us

in that crowd.

We'll get

right out of town,

and the next day you can

take the boat to India.

You mean

we can take the boat?

They've seen us together.

Don't you understand,

you're in this,

whether you like it

or not.

Isabelle, if they catch you,

they'll kill you.

Why should I?

You've got the file, and

when you're gone, it's over.

Isabelle...

I belong here.

I think we should

get off the streets.

In the absence

of electricity,

one must do the best they can,

mustn't they?

It's years since I've had

the chance to do this.

You know, the Italians

were masters at improvisation.

They could do

the most wonderful things

in the most difficult

circumstances.

Castor oil, water.

Mac, I wonder if you'd mind

resting his head

on the table, please.

Thank you.

The trick is

not to go bashing about.

Just gently tap, tap, tap.

[ loud scream ]

Ivan!

Alice,

get the hell out of here.

What? Ivan?

What are you doing to him?

I'm afraid we haven't

got much choice.

- He's as stubborn as a mule.

- Ivan, tell them.

Whatever it is

they want to know, tell them.

But they have not asked me

a question yet.

Psychopaths.

Ivan, old chap,

I wonder if you mind telling us

where your friends are.

Friends? I defector,

I have no friends.

Except Kibby.

He is stubborn as a mule!

- And twice as stupid!

- Mac!

I mean,

the young couple

with whom you have been

consorting very much lately.

Consort?

Oh, you mean...

Come on, tell us.

Why you not ask me this

before?

They're no friends,

they are cops.

Come on, get to the

bottom line. Where are they?

In a hotel...

Nipponia, I think.

All right!

Come on, let's go!

Alice, you keep your eye

on this screwball.

Don't let him

out of your sight!

Ooh!

I think we're losing

the element of surprise.

They're gone.

How frightfully clever of you.

[ speaking

in foreign language ]

2,000 rupees.

She wants it in advance.

2,000?

She charges by the hour.

Sorry, I couldn't have

explained seven separate rooms.

Sure.

Sure they would have

suspected something right away.

Well, it's all here.

More than enough

to nail them.

We'll be safe up here

until the festival.

The procession passes

right along the street.

Meanwhile,

in a statement issued

earlier this afternoon

by the White House,

the President described

all negotiations

with the Soviets

on nuclear arms reductions,

the so-called INF

and SALT agreements

as dead and buried.

He went on

to accuse the Soviets

of entering negotiations

in a spirit

of cynicism unparalleled

in the history of

international diplomacy. Bob?

The INF agreement rested

on one basic assumption,

that each side

had the satellite capability

to monitor

the other's territory.

Now that basic assumption

was completely invalidated

by the dramatic revelation

that the Soviets

now have the technology

to intercept

US satellite transmissions

and substitute

false information

of their own invention.

And this is the evidence

they successfully concealed

from a US

military satellite.

On a remote island

in the Indian Ocean,

Star Wars, Soviet style.

Wall Street

reacted dramatically

to the news of the Moressan

Star Wars crisis.

There was panic

on the exchange

where the Dow Jones

industrial average

plunged a record 932 points.

[ speaking Russian ]

[ telephone ringing ]

Hello.

All right,

let's take it up.

They called off

the Geneva peace talks.

And the Pope is praying

for world peace.

I think

we should cash in now

and take our profits

while the going is good.

Profits, my ass.

We're moving in for the kill.

If Whittaker gets off

the island with the file,

- we're sunk.

- He won't get off.

Orushkin's got his boys

all over the map.

Listen to this.

The World Bank

wants the UN to intervene.

And the company said old Macky

would never make it big.

Up yours, assholes.

Mac, Agent Orange is

on the phone. They found him.

Over there!

Come on!

Ooh!

Jesus Christ.

Somebody...

start playing the flute.

Stop horsing around,

shoot that goddamn thing.

Is this yours?

Yes, sir.

Come on.

Now be careful with that.

Chu Chu,

give me a hand.

Hey.

- We lost him, goddammit.

- Don't worry, Mac.

Vlad just called.

He said he's on his way.

What's that gotta do with

the current price of eggs?

3T and the princess

were seen

by our Bulgarian comrades

on the road to Patra.

Oh, shit,

they're heading for the boat.

That's right. So we put

together a couple of packages.

Alice?

Where the fuck is Alice?

- Alice?

- She's gone, Mac.

Gone?

Where?

I don't know.

Ask him.

Alice, she go to embassy.

She said, tell,

you no worry.

She come back soon.

Dammit,

she flipped the lid.

I need him.

We got to get them.

- Got to get who?

- 3T and that bimbo!

That's what I'm saying.

That's why we put together

the packages.

The air, gentlemen,

we'll get them from the air.

This shithole

looks pretty good from up here.

What?

We're looking good.

♪ Off we go

into the wild blue yonder ♪

♪ Climbing high

into the sun ♪

♪ Off with one terrible roar

There they are!

Ha ha ha!

It's an agency ultralight.

♪ Down we go, spouting

our flame from under ♪

♪ At 'em boys,

give 'er the gun! ♪

♪ We live in fame

or go down in flame ♪

♪ Nothing can stop

the army air corps ♪

You okay?

Good.

That was some flying.

Thank you very much.

Uh...

I wonder

if maybe you could...

Is there something

I could do to help?

Uh, yes,

I think perhaps there is.

Um,

I wonder if maybe

you could walk over

to the back

and then put your weight

on the other end, then you...

[ screaming ]

[ speaking in

foreign language ]

What is this place?

It's my second home.

I spent a lot of time here

after my husband...

[ speaking in

foreign language ]

We'll be safe here

until the boat comes.

Hi.

- Hi.

- Hi.

[ sheep bleating ]

I don't fucking

believe it.

Don't even say anything,

Mac.

Don't spoil the moment.

You could stay here.

The people here

taught me something

I almost lost sight of.

If you want to

change the world,

you have to take it

one person at a time.

And that means

starting with yourself.

1,900, 2,000.

Good, leave the rest to me.

Very gently with those.

[peaking in

foreign language ]

- It's your show now, buddy.

- All taken care of.

[ speaking in

foreign language ]

Okay, come on.

[ indistinct chatter ]

I could buy a castle

with that much.

What are you gonna do,

Chu Chu?

A brand new German engine.

Good, good.

[ speaking in

foreign language ]

To the money.

[ speaking in

foreign language ]

Rob!

Orushkin!

You guys up there?

It's difficult to understand

how one man

can shoot down a plane

from inside

the moving jetty.

I told you, son of a gun

is Dead-eye Dick.

He's got a horseshoe

up his ass. Right, Cleague?

Oh, yes,

he's absolutely amazing.

Hey, Mac.

3T.

You better be sure

this time, Rob.

Goddamn right, I'm sure.

Eight pounds.

MAC: Of plastic.

ROB: As fragile

as Uncle Sam makes it.

MAC: As soon as Mr. 3T steps

on to the passenger boat,

ship blows.

Mac!

What happened to you?

I fell down.

And what the hell

is he doing here?

Never mind that.

Is Whittaker all fine?

Yes, he's okay

for about 2 minutes.

And then

he's yesterday's bubblegum.

Careful.

Slowly. One person.

One person

at a time, please.

Slowly...

[ speaking in

foreign language ]

One person at a time,

please.

Slowly, one person

at a time, please.

Slowly.

One person at a time.

One person

at a time, please.

One person at a time,

please.

Mac.

Mac.

Wait.

Watch it, Alice,

this is ready to blow.

Mac, listen to me, please.

You got about 20 seconds.

As soon as it was clear to me

that Whittaker--

Eighteen.

That he could run

circles around you guys.

- Sixteen.

- Through a telex.

- London, Tokyo, New York.

- Twelve.

I took the profits

we made in the first two days.

I sold the contract

and I reinvested the money

the other way.

What way?

Rising market,

upside, recovery.

- What?

- What are you talking about?

As soon as Whittaker

exposes the crisis,

we double our money

again.

If he doesn't,

we're broke.

She means we've got to

let him get away.

Every cent in the world

is riding on that boy.

[ excited chatter ]

Alice!

Alice, where are you going,

sweetheart?

Home.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ I know what you know

♪ And it's easy

to lose your way ♪

♪ In this lonely occupation

♪ And my world

was full of pain ♪

♪♪

♪ 24 hour spy

♪ Looking at you, baby,

with my invisible eye ♪

♪ 24 hour spy

♪♪

♪ A photographic memory

♪ A laser ingenuity

♪ The image I cracked

♪ Don't it pay to

watch your back ♪

♪ And it's easy

to lose your way ♪

♪ In this lonely occupation

♪ And my world was full

of pain salvation ♪

♪ 24 hour spy

♪ Looking at you, baby,

with my invisible eye ♪

♪ 24 hour spy

looking at you, baby ♪

♪♪

♪ Spy

♪ He's a spy

♪ Spy, he's a spy