Scarecrow and Mrs. King (1983–1987): Season 3, Episode 4 - Tail of the Dancing Weasel - full transcript
Lee's old mentor goes into hiding when an old letter clearing him of being a double agent is stolen and he asks Amanda to find it for him.
Captain Harry V. Thornton,
I have the NSC night watch.
- Where's Lieutenant Brooks?
- Halfway between here and Pearl.
Reassigned. Strenuous duty.
Word of the day, sir?
- Steamboat.
Pass.
- Hawaii, tough duty.
- Heh.
Fire in the boardroom. Fire!
- Quick, fire! GUARD 3:
Someone get the extinguisher.
- I hate this.
- Who doesn't?
Get someone who hardly
knows the guy or at least likes him.
- It would go down a hell of a lot easier.
- I tried. Nobody likes him.
He's a goof. I've had him
on probation for six months.
That's enough time. He's not improving.
He's not taking care of business.
Crawford, it's Melrose.
What is it now, Billy?
It's not even 6:00.
- Is there a flap on?
- I'm sorry, Larry.
You're terminated.
I need your ID and your ciphers.
You're scooching me? What for?
You know the routine, Larry.
- He can't say.
- You weren't cutting it. Now you're out.
Your clearances are canceled,
including the agency and your office.
Security will detain you
if you try to get back in.
Do you have any classified
documents signed out?
Any covert operations
in the works?
We'll check.
Your oath of secrecy is
still binding, but as of now...
you're out of the spy business.
And up and down.
And up and down.
Knee to the chin and down.
- Oh, forget it.
- Oh, come on.
- Mother, give yourself a chance.
- Oh, if I keep this up...
I won't have a chance.
- Just get your motor revved up.
- Oh...
It is indecent to be
this peppy at 7 a.m.
Mother, come on. Once you
get used to it, you'll love it.
- I don't think so.
- Fellas, what are you doing?
Martians like green milk.
If the Martians have used
up all my food coloring...
- they're gonna be in big trouble.
- Who is that?
Uh-oh.
That's either a very cold Peeping
Tom or our next-door neighbor.
There's a moving van next door.
- How rude to look through this window.
- Oh, no.
Mrs. Gilstrap said
he was a statistician.
Hello, won't you come in? It's
a little chilly out there, isn't it?
Thank you. Yeah, a little.
- Hi, well, I'm, uh, Amanda King.
- Amanda.
Henry McConnell,
friends call me Buck. Hi.
Hello.
- Who're the Martians?
- Uh, these are my boys, Philip and Jamie.
Mr. O'Connell, this is
my mother, Mrs. West.
- Mother, this is Mr. O'Connell.
- Hi.
- McConnell.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Welcome to the neighborhood.
- Thanks. Glad to be here.
You haven't seen those boys
from the power company, have you?
- No.
- Figures.
They promised me a
hook-up by today, but no juice.
Oh, I'm really sorry to hear that.
If you'd like to, you can wait here.
No. But you know what?
This came for you this morning.
You were still in the rack,
so I signed for it. Yeah.
- Thank you very much.
- Sure.
Well, I'm sorry you can't stay.
All right, zap, zap.
You are looking good.
Oh, mother.
Well, well, well,
you didn't get it.
There has been a setback.
Don't get exercised. The
letter's in a safe place.
- I'll get it back again.
- The deadline is already past.
And I use that term advisedly.
- We paid you 50 thousand.
- And worth every penny.
And a little patience.
I've been a month setting
this up, tapping his phones...
following him to you
and wait till you read it.
You're gonna be able to
bring down the whole agency.
Nail Thornton for 30
years of double-dealing.
I want that letter by 2:00
tomorrow afternoon...
or we'll kill you in
some terrible manner.
Really terrible.
Have a seat, Mrs. King.
Orchids are, uh, delicate
flowers, you know that.
They can't do a thing for
themselves. You got my card?
Yes, sir. Sir, you
look very familiar.
Oh, that's good.
So you, uh,
recognize this puss...
my portrait, the agency,
Georgetown foyer.
They gave me the
painting when I retired.
Made me look old, so I left it.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
That's all right, Mrs.
King. I know all about you.
I'm Harry V. Thornton.
I started that
infernal place in '54.
And I've still got my clearance.
Here's my ID.
You're every bit as
pretty as Lee says you are.
Every bit.
This is my cat Ike.
ID check out?
Yes, sir.
You know about the, uh, codes and
signals? You know the window warning?
I've never used them.
Well, we'll have a private code.
If you ever see a pot of flowers on
that ledge over there, that's trouble.
So stay away. Got it?
And you, uh, know
what Zulu Blue means?
Oh, yes, sir. Respond without
question. That's why I'm here.
Good.
I want you to spy
on Lee Stetson.
I think I'd better be going.
Give me a minute, I
mean Lee no harm.
He's kind of like my own boy.
I just want you to be my eyes
and ears out at the agency.
Why?
A few hours ago, a fire was started in
my secret papers in the State Department.
I've gotta find out about a letter
from Ike, not the cat, the general.
Somebody wanted
to burn your letter?
Not burn it. Take it.
Now the fire was a diversion.
The letter is
invaluable, Mrs. King.
It's Ike's Presidential
pardon to me in advance.
I work for the Russians,
but, uh, I really work for us.
I'm a triple agent and,
uh, Lee doesn't know.
Somehow the Russians
found out about that letter...
and took it and, uh,
we've gotta get it back.
I think you should
tell Lee, heh.
This is dangerous for him.
You see, that letter is all I've
got to prove that I'm not a turncoat.
I created the agency.
I hired all the senior
people, Lee in '73.
If I'm branded a traitor...
they'll all be suspect
as double agents.
The agency will be terminated.
And if they catch Lee working on
this for me, it'd be worse for him.
But why do you want
me to watch him?
You're unique, Amanda.
You're not an agent.
But Lee trusts you completely
and that's good enough for me.
You're exactly
what I need for this.
Oh, gee, I don't know.
I know you don't.
But Lee says you
have good instincts.
He says he'd follow you blind
through a blizzard at midnight.
Come on. He didn't say that.
Sure he did, which is how I
know you'll make the right decision.
- Mrs. King.
- Hmm. Oh.
Thank you, Mrs. Marston.
Mrs. Marston...
- Good morning, Amanda.
- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning, Lee.
- Good morning.
This is great timing. Are
you ready for a big job?
Oh, yes, sir.
Think twice. Billy means big.
You see, we had
to scooch... Uh...
I mean fire an
agent, Larry Crawford.
We have to seal his office and
then clean it out. It's never fun.
It's like creeping under his bed,
all his personal things are in there.
- Can't he do it himself?
- No, no. Security.
- Are you game?
- Yes, sir. I'm game.
All right.
- There's a red flag on Crawford.
- I'll make a note.
If he shows up, detain him.
- The offices are upstairs in the overflow.
- Yes, sir.
- Lee?
- Hmm?
- Who is that man in the portrait?
- That's Harry V. Thornton.
Do you know him?
- Why all the sudden interest?
- It's not sudden interest.
- It's just sudden asking.
- Yes, I know him.
- He's the guy who hired me.
- You know him pretty well.
Well, this was the agency until
we moved underground in 1960.
We're out of rooms, so
we're moving back up.
Crawford's office has an
IFF cover as a film library.
Yes, sir.
But it's really the Q-Bureau.
What's the Q-Bureau?
Q for question mark.
The odd cases, the real puzzlers.
- Oh.
Well, good luck. It's all yours.
Uh, all mine?
Hmm, well, it's
gonna take a few days.
We'll keep a computer
inventory going.
- I mean, it's all yours.
- Oh, no.
- No.
- What's the matter?
He thinks he is gonna give
me this Q-Bureau for keeps.
- Well, that's wonderful.
- It's not. It's just more work.
Here's the combination to
the vault. It's a shambles.
We'll get all the locks changed
and this button is the silent alarm.
Now I know why they
issued us cyanide capsules.
- You make me do this and I'll use mine.
- Feel free.
- Amanda.
- Yes, sir.
If he lives, help him
straighten things up.
Start with the fire
this morning at State.
You'll have to be clever getting in there.
They've tossed a big blanket over it.
Billy.
Billy.
You come back here. You're
not gonna get away with this.
You've always wanted
your own office. You got it.
Oh, get that
smile off your face.
Billy.
- Amanda.
- Yes.
I'm gonna be gone for awhile.
You make sure this door is locked
because the security is very light up here.
- Okay.
- Start alphabetizing those files, huh?
Yes, good idea. Take all
the time you need. I'm fine.
Phone ring.
Quarter.
Hello.
Uh, excuse me, you must have the
wrong room. This is the film library.
I know where I am,
Miss. I have clearance.
Captain Harry V. Thornton.
I don't think anyone's
supposed to be in here.
I know there isn't, but I
have Zulu Blue authorization.
You can confirm
it with Security.
Uh, well, I'm only
part-time but I'll check.
What the hell?
Halt!
Did you hit him?
How did he get in here?
He didn't come in through
the Georgetown foyer.
He used the electronic security
screen in the garage, up the back stairs...
and the computer
verified his ID at 11:40.
No. Crawford was locked out
of the computer this morning.
Not as Crawford,
as Harry V. Thornton.
This is so weird.
Does Harry still have
an active clearance?
Yes.
He's still active for
the NSC and Zulu Blue.
Well, this is the man
who was upstairs.
This is, uh, Larry Crawford.
Only he was in a Naval uniform
and he had the, uh, phony ID.
- How could you tell it was phoney ID?
- No way.
Francine, I know what
Harry V. Thornton looks like.
I've seen his portrait upstairs
in the Georgetown foyer.
That's fine and dandy. But that
man's ID is every bit as real...
as the one I'm wearing
and you're wearing.
That's absurd. It was
Crawford, not Thornton.
Excuse me.
Efraim.
I'm certain you're all familiar with
Efraim Beaman from the fabrication shop.
Beaman, what do you
have to do with this?
Mr. Crawford sent me a
TTO requisition last month...
for a full legend as
this man Thornton.
ID, driver's, credit,
voter's, the whole works.
He gave me the particulars.
It's a perfectly
good ID. Standard.
- How long have you been with us?
- Two years.
Two years. And you don't know
the name of Harry V. Thornton.
You didn't check the
security web for actives?
In fabrication we don't
question our agent requests.
We're here to help you.
If you sent me a TTO for a
legend as Santa Claus, I'd make it.
And it would fool Rudolph
the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
We already checked out Crawford
's place, he's packed up and gone.
I want you to
find him in a hurry.
- You worried about Harry?
- No, why?
Look, Crawford probably took
Harry's as an obscure active clearance.
Listen, if this gets too close to
Harry, I'm gonna take you off of it.
- Billy, I'll be fine.
- Add this up.
At 3 a.m., Crawford set the fire
at State using Thornton's name.
An hour later, he checked in
here for the last time as himself.
Maybe he hid something
here that he took at State.
- And now he wants it back.
- That's exactly my thinking.
You wanna change your
mind about the Q-Bureau?
Yeah.
It's suddenly becoming
a very interesting place.
Amanda, what are you doing?
Oh, just minding my
own business. Excuse me.
How about minding a
little of my business? Huh?
Could take this stuff up to the Q-Bureau?
It's desk clutter from the bullpen.
- Sure. Where are you going?
- State Department.
That fire that Crawford
set is the key to this thing.
The sooner I figure that
out, the sooner I find him.
Right. I bet it's a doozy. It's
probably better than mine.
- What? What's better?
- Your idea about how to get in...
Billy said they'd
thrown a blanket over it.
Hold it.
That's right, he did.
What's your idea?
I tell you what.
Why don't I tell you on the way?
- All right.
Thank you, Mrs. Marston.
What do you hear?
You sent for me, Gregory.
In the spirit of détente to keep the
channels of communication open.
Caviar? It's Russian.
What else would it be?
When you say "communications"...
it usually means that the KGB
wants to pick my pocket. So...
I'll start.
How does the name
Harry V. Thornton grab you?
Good.
We both know how to read
the drums, it's why we get along.
I hear the venerable Mr. Thornton
has rejoined the game, huh?
Not true. However, I did just kick
Larry Crawford out of the game.
Although I'll be damned if I
know what game we're playing.
The same old one...
only we may have entered
a period of sudden death...
nothing that went before matters,
one point wins all, you understand?
No.
I told you I didn't
know the game.
I can also tell you that Harry V.
Thornton isn't supposed to be in it.
Then, you have
told me quite a lot.
Ike, move your kitty
buns, I gotta get in here.
Let's see what our friend
down here has in mind.
Let's go.
I'm afraid that's a 55E, section
seven, a double fault citation.
A double, sir? Do you really
wanna give a double to Mr., uh...?
Essex, ma'am.
- What is a double?
- Eighteen hundred dollars.
No way.
I'm afraid the fire
laws are very clear...
although, perhaps misapplied
in this case, Mr. Essex.
- May I call you Bob?
- It's Lester, ma'am.
And I don't intend
on taking the blame.
You got a beef, go
see George Shultz.
You were the security
personnel on duty, correct?
You called in the alarm?
- So?
- In the case of an accidental fire...
we have to make a judgment
about negligence. You understand?
- This is the flipping State Department.
- Oh, dear.
Sorry, ma'am. I just work here.
Did you say accident?
What makes you think
this was an accident?
Our report shows this
as "Cause Unknown."
It's because the folks
upstairs haven't put
out an official statement.
Standard holdup.
- Hmm.
- Oh.
Security blackout, huh?
Just nothing official to nobody.
Okay, strictly unofficial...
how did the fire start
if it wasn't an accident?
Arson.
The guy used a
magnesium incendiary.
It burned straight down through three
drawers before we caught it, unofficially.
What's in these drawers?
If it's chemicals, we could
have an aggravated 901 and 2.
Paper, files, letters. It's
all been in there for years.
Mr. Essex, Bob.
That's him. That's the
guy who set the fires.
He was in here posing as an NSC duty
officer, that's National Security Council.
Yes, we know.
They found the real duty officer
tied up to the radiator in his room.
No.
- Thanks for the help, Amanda.
- Welcome.
- Really, you are very good.
- Thanks a lot.
If you can go back and start the filing
those things, I'd really appreciate it.
- I've got someone I have to see.
- We're doing so well...
- why don't we just stick together?
- Nope.
- No?
- No, this is personal.
Come on. You know how
anxious you are to get Crawford.
I am a... Amanda, I don't have to
explain my every little move to you.
No, of course not.
I'll just wait in the car.
No, you won't.
- Yes, I will.
- You won't.
You never wait in the
car and you know that.
Besides...
you've been sneaking around,
sticking to me like glue lately.
Is there something
you wanna tell me?
- Uh-huh!
- No.
Okay, fine. I'll see you later.
And, uh, don't follow me.
I mean it.
Follow you?
I don't even know
why you would say that.
Harry?
Hey, Harry?
Okay, section 14-J...
we have, uh, assorted
food containers...
newspapers dated,
uh, June 10th, 1983...
April 5, 1984.
No, Amanda, please, wrong side.
I am still setting the search grid.
Francine, can't we just clean the
place up while you set the search grid?
- This is a search, Amanda, not Home Ec.
- You're right. I'm sorry.
We need to establish
a time sequence here.
We have to figure out the very
last thing that Crawford left in here.
The last thing that
Crawford left here.
Ugh, yeah.
Francine, have you
ever lost an earring?
- What?
- Have you ever lost an earring?
You know, like, you come home and
it's late and your ear is really pinching.
You really ought to take it off
and put it in your jewelry case...
but you figure what
you'll do is, you'll take
it off and you'll just
rest for a minute.
And you'll put it
someplace that it'll be
safe and then, you
know, you'll get it later.
The last thing he left here...
Ha!
Adkin's Chemical.
- Look at this, Francine.
- What is it?
I don't know. It's
Adkin's Chemical.
Amanda, excuse me, but your lightning
intuitive leaps fail to make any sense.
Francine, you're probably right.
I think I'll just check the
file in the vault anyway.
Good. Do that.
- Kolinsky?
- Uh, who shall I say is calling?
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Any luck?
- No. Not the good kind.
Hmm.
What's with the unmarked line?
Crawford's got some kind of
phone surveillance hookup here.
- A call just came in for a Kolinsky.
- What?
Kolinsky.
Never heard of a Kolinsky.
Look, uh, why don't you and Frank
knock it off for the rest of the day, huh?
If you feel like cataloging,
we're up to 14-J. Have fun.
- Good night, Amanda.
- Good night, Francine.
- Ahem, Amanda.
- Yes.
Look, it's getting late. Why
don't I walk you to your car, huh?
Yeah. Thank you very much.
- I really appreciate that.
- Hmm.
- There you go.
- Oh, thanks a lot.
Mm-hm.
You followed me, didn't you?
- No. No.
- No? Mm-hm.
No, me? Follow you? No.
Yeah. I thought so.
Whenever you don't wanna lie to me,
Amanda King, you just repeat my question.
You followed me and you saw Crawford
come in after me, something like that.
- Oh.
- Uh-huh.
- Recognize this?
- Oh.
- Baseball.
- Yeah.
It's my Harmon
Killebrew, signed.
Okay. I followed you.
I saw something move in the
window and so I gave it my best pitch.
Uh-huh.
I told you not to follow me as
plain as I know how, Amanda.
Do not follow me. But,
no, you had to do it.
- I wanna know why.
- It's a lucky thing I did.
- You could've gotten hurt.
- Don't change the subject.
- I want an answer now.
- Okay.
I didn't follow you. I
followed my instincts.
- Oh, your...
- Don't be angry with me...
because you didn't catch
Larry Crawford. Okay.
- Would it help if I say I'm sorry?
- No.
Sometimes I wish I could just
go and get good and steamed...
but every time you do
something to make me mad...
you turn around and do
something to make me grateful.
So I'll see you tomorrow.
What were you looking for?
It doesn't matter. He wasn't
there. He isn't anywhere.
Come on, Harry.
Yes, Stetson here.
Lee, what are you doing there?
Wait, Amanda, hold on. Hold on.
I'm getting some feedback here.
Uh, look, I'll see you tomorrow.
What the...?
- Kolinsky?
- Yeah.
Tomorrow at 2, let's meet.
Kolinsky? FRANCINE: Uh,
whom shall I say is calling?
Can't wait any longer.
You've got to find him.
I'm sending a team of
trappers after Thornton.
I'm pulling you off the
case, you're too close.
Billy, I can be objective.
Don't sent trappers
after that old guy.
Tell me, what has he done?
He's missing. We
should be worried.
He's sounding me
out about Harry, why?
Harry has been
retired for 10 years...
and all of a sudden, his ID
has been used twice illegally.
I was at Records all night.
Every single file of Harry's is gone.
Twenty-four years' worth. It's
like he was never director at all.
How do you explain that?
Have you ever
heard of a Kolinsky?
It's a code name. Thirty
years old, but active.
- I never heard of it.
- Crawford did.
He's got Harry's
phone set up some way.
There have been two
calls for Kolinsky so far.
Crawford was the last one that
checked the computer for that name.
I ran a little search myself.
There's an old
seal on it, Billy.
Permission required from...
- Harry V. Thornton.
- You got it.
I'm putting the agency on a
second-level security profile.
You tell Amanda that
she's out of a job until it's off.
Thank you, Mother.
Don't worry. I'll
help Harry all I can.
Then you won't mind if I, uh, get a
little shut-eye and then some breakfast?
- Be my guest.
- Thanks.
I let Crawford search my office for
a duplicate letter that doesn't exist...
which tells me he doesn't
have the real one anymore.
Hard to believe it's 30
years since Ike gave it to me.
To keep things simple, I gave
myself the same agency code name...
as the Russians used for me.
Then you sealed
the computer records.
That's nobody's
business but mine.
You know what this is? - No.
This is a dancing weasel,
my Soviet friends gave it to me.
It's quite an honor.
What is a dancing weasel?
Well, it's, uh, their
nickname for Kolinsky.
The Siberian weasel. They, uh...
trap them for the fur
when they can, heh.
But you know the
Russians, they love romance.
- I don't know too many Russians.
- Take it from me.
The Kolinsky hunts
on its hind legs...
and sort of, uh, sniffs the air,
to the Russians it's dancing.
But the Kolinsky are very
smart, they're the devil to catch.
Uh, you're lucky if you can even
see their tails going the other way.
So, uh, when they, uh, gave
me the Kolinsky code name...
it was, uh, quite an honor.
It's pretty amazing that you could
be a triple agent for 30 years...
- and not get caught. HARRY:
I only, uh, went against...
one operation nine or ten times.
I just, uh, feed them scraps.
I'm, uh, very
popular in Lubyanka.
Trust me?
Trust the look on Lee's face when
he found out you might be in trouble.
- Can you explain to him yet?
- I don't have the proof.
The agency's trappers are good.
The Russians are out to skin me.
I can't let Lee face all of
them just on my say-so.
I've got to have that
letter. It's my only way out.
Lee would do anything
in the world to help you.
I wouldn't ask him to.
I've gotta go out and
keep up my image and
see if I can stay
free a little bit longer.
First, I gotta get by Lee.
- Lee?
Oh, he's out there.
You can count on it.
Oh, I don't think
he followed me.
Of course, you
don't. I trained him.
- Where are you going?
- Out the back way.
Okay, Ike.
Harry.
Don't you make
me worry about you.
Just keep on looking
for that letter, honey.
And we know
Crawford doesn't have it.
You gotta find it
before he does. Okay?
Right.
Okay, uh, count to
100 and holler for Lee.
Lee, are you here?
- You were spying on me.
- I wasn't spying on you.
- I was spying on everybody.
- You were spying on me, Amanda, on me.
You were writing down what I
said, what I did, where I went.
Listen, it was for your own
sake. Yeah. For your own sake.
Harry didn't want
you involved in this
because if it made
you look like a traitor...
You know how he thinks of you.
He thinks of you as his best friend.
- A triple agent for 30 years?
- That's right.
A pardon given in
advance by Eisenhower...
- to prove it...
- Mm-hm.
Locked away...
- in the State Department vault?
- Mm-hm.
Now, we know what
Crawford was doing.
I guess the guy saw his career on the skids
and wanted a new one with the other side.
The only way to get it
was to destroy the agency.
It's all here. Fifty thousand.
I have no intention of
taking my money back.
Then you won't be able to
spend it when you're dead either.
- I want that letter.
- I can't get it.
They locked me out.
I put it in my office for safe
keeping, now I can't get it.
Pity. You can't get a hold of the
fabled letter, I can't ruin the agency.
Worst of all, I can't tell which
one of you has been deceiving me.
Well, I'm not.
If I was playing that game, you think I'd
be here telling you I can't get the letter?
Odd you should mention the game.
It's taken some rather
curious turns lately.
Melrose assures me that Harry V.
Thornton is retired, but I can't risk it.
Melrose doesn't know.
He's never seen the letter.
Neither have I.
I'll tell you what...
even though I hate losing a good
source, Thornton might be a triple agent.
If you can kill him and
blame it on the Americans...
we'll call it even.
He'll be here too.
After we got
surprised in Korea...
Ike was disgusted with our
whole intelligence community.
Harry was a top-flight lawyer.
Ike admired his mind, and his tee
shot so he asked him to do a study.
Along the way, he
created the agency.
All right, hold it.
Step back. If it ain't
the new chief, heh.
I think that is so very with
it when you enter gun first.
I am sorry, Ragmop.
I suppose you didn't hear
of yesterday's intrusion.
Big news.
Amanda.
- Hello, Ragmop.
- Hello, Mrs. King.
- Hear about the intrusion?
- Yes, I did.
That crazy Marston broad
downstairs put 32 slugs in the wall.
Ragmop, did you move Harry V. Thornton's
personal files from here when he retired?
I certainly did.
One night we moved hundreds of
boxes over to the State Department vault.
Mr. Crawford asked me
the same thing last month.
Well, uh, thank you, Ragmop.
Really, thank you very much.
Uh, I tell you what, we'll give you a
shout when we're ready, okay. Huh?
Mr. Thornton is a fine man.
Of course, he is from
the older generation.
- All right, now.
- Yeah.
Crawford found the letter by
searching Harry's files at State.
Yeah. And he used Harry's
clearance to get in so he could steal it.
Mm-hm.
What are you doing?
Dialing Harry's private
number. The one he gave you.
The one you called last
night and reached me here.
I don't get it.
Crawford was monitoring
Harry's special number...
with a gizmo
called a "swing out."
It redials this line and doesn't
go through the switchboard.
The Kolinsky calls
were for Harry.
Look, I'll show
you. I figured it out.
- Voice one, "Kolinsky?"
- Mm-hm.
Voice two, "Yeah."
Voice one, "Tomorrow
at 2. Let's meet."
"Hang up."
Kolinsky was Harry.
Now you said he was going
somewhere to, uh, keep up his image?
Yeah. That's what he said.
I couldn't find anything on Harry V.
Thornton or Kolinsky in Crawford's files.
Amanda, see if there's a
file on a Gregory in there.
- Right.
- I'll look for one in the vault.
Oh, I got a Gregory.
Yeah, it's a Gregory.
Harry. Who's that?
That is Gregory.
Yeah.
- What's this? AMANDA:
That's Adkin's Chemical.
- How do you know that?
- I found it in another file.
Wait a second.
That's how Crawford got onto
Harry. He was following Gregory.
Look at this.
Crawford must have set this
up as a surveillance scout.
Those are lines of
sight and escape routes.
Amanda, it's a long shot, but
it's the best long shot we've got.
All right, now, you stay here.
Finding that letter is
worth 10 trips like this.
And don't follow me. Heh.
Where have I heard that before?
Lock this door.
Hello, Kolinsky.
Something important, Gregory?
You know, uh, meeting off our
usual schedule like this is a bad deal.
I had hoped to have a certain document
to show you, to discuss its ramifications.
That we can only deal today...
with the ramifications themselves
is a pity in more ways than one.
Why do you believe Crawford?
They fired the man, Gregory.
That should tell you something. He
doesn't know what he's talking about.
This letter you're talking
about doesn't even exist.
Perhaps I can't afford
to take that chance.
Ah, it's a shame really.
You and I have done a
number of good things together.
- Ah, well.
- I see.
When will it happen?
- Will you do it?
- Not me.
Goodbye.
Hey, run for it!
That's far enough, Gregory.
I want you here
for the resolution.
Sir, I found it.
It was filed under "Dancing Weasel,"
just like we should've guessed.
Nobody could have
guessed that, Amanda.
That's pure instinct at work.
The Eisenhower
letter, I presume.
I went to such
trouble to get it, Harry.
The least you could
do is let me look at it.
You tried to get me killed and you
know we have to do something about it.
- At least deport you.
- You can count on that.
Yeah, maybe we'll just keep you
on ice and save you for a nice trade.
You know, our friend Gregory here is
gonna have quite a tale to tell the KGB...
- when he gets home.
- Yeah.
But without this, they're
not gonna believe him.
No, he won't say a word.
He's the one who looks bad.
You old weasel, I
was worried about you.
I've been in good hands.
Thank you, sir.
I sure hope he wants it.
He said he left it at the agency
because it made him look old.
He just said that so he'd hang by the
door watching the comings and goings.
Shh.
Believe me, he hated retiring.
He spent 25 years
building up the agency.
And he couldn't get over
the fact that his work is over.
- Well, it wasn't, heh.
- Well, it is now.
I'm gonna make sure
he starts enjoying the rest.
- Right, because life's too short.
- Yeah, especially around Harry.
Are you sure we
shouldn't have this fixed?
Well, if I know
Harry V. Thornton...
he'll wanna hang this on
his wall just the way it is.
I have the NSC night watch.
- Where's Lieutenant Brooks?
- Halfway between here and Pearl.
Reassigned. Strenuous duty.
Word of the day, sir?
- Steamboat.
Pass.
- Hawaii, tough duty.
- Heh.
Fire in the boardroom. Fire!
- Quick, fire! GUARD 3:
Someone get the extinguisher.
- I hate this.
- Who doesn't?
Get someone who hardly
knows the guy or at least likes him.
- It would go down a hell of a lot easier.
- I tried. Nobody likes him.
He's a goof. I've had him
on probation for six months.
That's enough time. He's not improving.
He's not taking care of business.
Crawford, it's Melrose.
What is it now, Billy?
It's not even 6:00.
- Is there a flap on?
- I'm sorry, Larry.
You're terminated.
I need your ID and your ciphers.
You're scooching me? What for?
You know the routine, Larry.
- He can't say.
- You weren't cutting it. Now you're out.
Your clearances are canceled,
including the agency and your office.
Security will detain you
if you try to get back in.
Do you have any classified
documents signed out?
Any covert operations
in the works?
We'll check.
Your oath of secrecy is
still binding, but as of now...
you're out of the spy business.
And up and down.
And up and down.
Knee to the chin and down.
- Oh, forget it.
- Oh, come on.
- Mother, give yourself a chance.
- Oh, if I keep this up...
I won't have a chance.
- Just get your motor revved up.
- Oh...
It is indecent to be
this peppy at 7 a.m.
Mother, come on. Once you
get used to it, you'll love it.
- I don't think so.
- Fellas, what are you doing?
Martians like green milk.
If the Martians have used
up all my food coloring...
- they're gonna be in big trouble.
- Who is that?
Uh-oh.
That's either a very cold Peeping
Tom or our next-door neighbor.
There's a moving van next door.
- How rude to look through this window.
- Oh, no.
Mrs. Gilstrap said
he was a statistician.
Hello, won't you come in? It's
a little chilly out there, isn't it?
Thank you. Yeah, a little.
- Hi, well, I'm, uh, Amanda King.
- Amanda.
Henry McConnell,
friends call me Buck. Hi.
Hello.
- Who're the Martians?
- Uh, these are my boys, Philip and Jamie.
Mr. O'Connell, this is
my mother, Mrs. West.
- Mother, this is Mr. O'Connell.
- Hi.
- McConnell.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Welcome to the neighborhood.
- Thanks. Glad to be here.
You haven't seen those boys
from the power company, have you?
- No.
- Figures.
They promised me a
hook-up by today, but no juice.
Oh, I'm really sorry to hear that.
If you'd like to, you can wait here.
No. But you know what?
This came for you this morning.
You were still in the rack,
so I signed for it. Yeah.
- Thank you very much.
- Sure.
Well, I'm sorry you can't stay.
All right, zap, zap.
You are looking good.
Oh, mother.
Well, well, well,
you didn't get it.
There has been a setback.
Don't get exercised. The
letter's in a safe place.
- I'll get it back again.
- The deadline is already past.
And I use that term advisedly.
- We paid you 50 thousand.
- And worth every penny.
And a little patience.
I've been a month setting
this up, tapping his phones...
following him to you
and wait till you read it.
You're gonna be able to
bring down the whole agency.
Nail Thornton for 30
years of double-dealing.
I want that letter by 2:00
tomorrow afternoon...
or we'll kill you in
some terrible manner.
Really terrible.
Have a seat, Mrs. King.
Orchids are, uh, delicate
flowers, you know that.
They can't do a thing for
themselves. You got my card?
Yes, sir. Sir, you
look very familiar.
Oh, that's good.
So you, uh,
recognize this puss...
my portrait, the agency,
Georgetown foyer.
They gave me the
painting when I retired.
Made me look old, so I left it.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
That's all right, Mrs.
King. I know all about you.
I'm Harry V. Thornton.
I started that
infernal place in '54.
And I've still got my clearance.
Here's my ID.
You're every bit as
pretty as Lee says you are.
Every bit.
This is my cat Ike.
ID check out?
Yes, sir.
You know about the, uh, codes and
signals? You know the window warning?
I've never used them.
Well, we'll have a private code.
If you ever see a pot of flowers on
that ledge over there, that's trouble.
So stay away. Got it?
And you, uh, know
what Zulu Blue means?
Oh, yes, sir. Respond without
question. That's why I'm here.
Good.
I want you to spy
on Lee Stetson.
I think I'd better be going.
Give me a minute, I
mean Lee no harm.
He's kind of like my own boy.
I just want you to be my eyes
and ears out at the agency.
Why?
A few hours ago, a fire was started in
my secret papers in the State Department.
I've gotta find out about a letter
from Ike, not the cat, the general.
Somebody wanted
to burn your letter?
Not burn it. Take it.
Now the fire was a diversion.
The letter is
invaluable, Mrs. King.
It's Ike's Presidential
pardon to me in advance.
I work for the Russians,
but, uh, I really work for us.
I'm a triple agent and,
uh, Lee doesn't know.
Somehow the Russians
found out about that letter...
and took it and, uh,
we've gotta get it back.
I think you should
tell Lee, heh.
This is dangerous for him.
You see, that letter is all I've
got to prove that I'm not a turncoat.
I created the agency.
I hired all the senior
people, Lee in '73.
If I'm branded a traitor...
they'll all be suspect
as double agents.
The agency will be terminated.
And if they catch Lee working on
this for me, it'd be worse for him.
But why do you want
me to watch him?
You're unique, Amanda.
You're not an agent.
But Lee trusts you completely
and that's good enough for me.
You're exactly
what I need for this.
Oh, gee, I don't know.
I know you don't.
But Lee says you
have good instincts.
He says he'd follow you blind
through a blizzard at midnight.
Come on. He didn't say that.
Sure he did, which is how I
know you'll make the right decision.
- Mrs. King.
- Hmm. Oh.
Thank you, Mrs. Marston.
Mrs. Marston...
- Good morning, Amanda.
- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning, Lee.
- Good morning.
This is great timing. Are
you ready for a big job?
Oh, yes, sir.
Think twice. Billy means big.
You see, we had
to scooch... Uh...
I mean fire an
agent, Larry Crawford.
We have to seal his office and
then clean it out. It's never fun.
It's like creeping under his bed,
all his personal things are in there.
- Can't he do it himself?
- No, no. Security.
- Are you game?
- Yes, sir. I'm game.
All right.
- There's a red flag on Crawford.
- I'll make a note.
If he shows up, detain him.
- The offices are upstairs in the overflow.
- Yes, sir.
- Lee?
- Hmm?
- Who is that man in the portrait?
- That's Harry V. Thornton.
Do you know him?
- Why all the sudden interest?
- It's not sudden interest.
- It's just sudden asking.
- Yes, I know him.
- He's the guy who hired me.
- You know him pretty well.
Well, this was the agency until
we moved underground in 1960.
We're out of rooms, so
we're moving back up.
Crawford's office has an
IFF cover as a film library.
Yes, sir.
But it's really the Q-Bureau.
What's the Q-Bureau?
Q for question mark.
The odd cases, the real puzzlers.
- Oh.
Well, good luck. It's all yours.
Uh, all mine?
Hmm, well, it's
gonna take a few days.
We'll keep a computer
inventory going.
- I mean, it's all yours.
- Oh, no.
- No.
- What's the matter?
He thinks he is gonna give
me this Q-Bureau for keeps.
- Well, that's wonderful.
- It's not. It's just more work.
Here's the combination to
the vault. It's a shambles.
We'll get all the locks changed
and this button is the silent alarm.
Now I know why they
issued us cyanide capsules.
- You make me do this and I'll use mine.
- Feel free.
- Amanda.
- Yes, sir.
If he lives, help him
straighten things up.
Start with the fire
this morning at State.
You'll have to be clever getting in there.
They've tossed a big blanket over it.
Billy.
Billy.
You come back here. You're
not gonna get away with this.
You've always wanted
your own office. You got it.
Oh, get that
smile off your face.
Billy.
- Amanda.
- Yes.
I'm gonna be gone for awhile.
You make sure this door is locked
because the security is very light up here.
- Okay.
- Start alphabetizing those files, huh?
Yes, good idea. Take all
the time you need. I'm fine.
Phone ring.
Quarter.
Hello.
Uh, excuse me, you must have the
wrong room. This is the film library.
I know where I am,
Miss. I have clearance.
Captain Harry V. Thornton.
I don't think anyone's
supposed to be in here.
I know there isn't, but I
have Zulu Blue authorization.
You can confirm
it with Security.
Uh, well, I'm only
part-time but I'll check.
What the hell?
Halt!
Did you hit him?
How did he get in here?
He didn't come in through
the Georgetown foyer.
He used the electronic security
screen in the garage, up the back stairs...
and the computer
verified his ID at 11:40.
No. Crawford was locked out
of the computer this morning.
Not as Crawford,
as Harry V. Thornton.
This is so weird.
Does Harry still have
an active clearance?
Yes.
He's still active for
the NSC and Zulu Blue.
Well, this is the man
who was upstairs.
This is, uh, Larry Crawford.
Only he was in a Naval uniform
and he had the, uh, phony ID.
- How could you tell it was phoney ID?
- No way.
Francine, I know what
Harry V. Thornton looks like.
I've seen his portrait upstairs
in the Georgetown foyer.
That's fine and dandy. But that
man's ID is every bit as real...
as the one I'm wearing
and you're wearing.
That's absurd. It was
Crawford, not Thornton.
Excuse me.
Efraim.
I'm certain you're all familiar with
Efraim Beaman from the fabrication shop.
Beaman, what do you
have to do with this?
Mr. Crawford sent me a
TTO requisition last month...
for a full legend as
this man Thornton.
ID, driver's, credit,
voter's, the whole works.
He gave me the particulars.
It's a perfectly
good ID. Standard.
- How long have you been with us?
- Two years.
Two years. And you don't know
the name of Harry V. Thornton.
You didn't check the
security web for actives?
In fabrication we don't
question our agent requests.
We're here to help you.
If you sent me a TTO for a
legend as Santa Claus, I'd make it.
And it would fool Rudolph
the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
We already checked out Crawford
's place, he's packed up and gone.
I want you to
find him in a hurry.
- You worried about Harry?
- No, why?
Look, Crawford probably took
Harry's as an obscure active clearance.
Listen, if this gets too close to
Harry, I'm gonna take you off of it.
- Billy, I'll be fine.
- Add this up.
At 3 a.m., Crawford set the fire
at State using Thornton's name.
An hour later, he checked in
here for the last time as himself.
Maybe he hid something
here that he took at State.
- And now he wants it back.
- That's exactly my thinking.
You wanna change your
mind about the Q-Bureau?
Yeah.
It's suddenly becoming
a very interesting place.
Amanda, what are you doing?
Oh, just minding my
own business. Excuse me.
How about minding a
little of my business? Huh?
Could take this stuff up to the Q-Bureau?
It's desk clutter from the bullpen.
- Sure. Where are you going?
- State Department.
That fire that Crawford
set is the key to this thing.
The sooner I figure that
out, the sooner I find him.
Right. I bet it's a doozy. It's
probably better than mine.
- What? What's better?
- Your idea about how to get in...
Billy said they'd
thrown a blanket over it.
Hold it.
That's right, he did.
What's your idea?
I tell you what.
Why don't I tell you on the way?
- All right.
Thank you, Mrs. Marston.
What do you hear?
You sent for me, Gregory.
In the spirit of détente to keep the
channels of communication open.
Caviar? It's Russian.
What else would it be?
When you say "communications"...
it usually means that the KGB
wants to pick my pocket. So...
I'll start.
How does the name
Harry V. Thornton grab you?
Good.
We both know how to read
the drums, it's why we get along.
I hear the venerable Mr. Thornton
has rejoined the game, huh?
Not true. However, I did just kick
Larry Crawford out of the game.
Although I'll be damned if I
know what game we're playing.
The same old one...
only we may have entered
a period of sudden death...
nothing that went before matters,
one point wins all, you understand?
No.
I told you I didn't
know the game.
I can also tell you that Harry V.
Thornton isn't supposed to be in it.
Then, you have
told me quite a lot.
Ike, move your kitty
buns, I gotta get in here.
Let's see what our friend
down here has in mind.
Let's go.
I'm afraid that's a 55E, section
seven, a double fault citation.
A double, sir? Do you really
wanna give a double to Mr., uh...?
Essex, ma'am.
- What is a double?
- Eighteen hundred dollars.
No way.
I'm afraid the fire
laws are very clear...
although, perhaps misapplied
in this case, Mr. Essex.
- May I call you Bob?
- It's Lester, ma'am.
And I don't intend
on taking the blame.
You got a beef, go
see George Shultz.
You were the security
personnel on duty, correct?
You called in the alarm?
- So?
- In the case of an accidental fire...
we have to make a judgment
about negligence. You understand?
- This is the flipping State Department.
- Oh, dear.
Sorry, ma'am. I just work here.
Did you say accident?
What makes you think
this was an accident?
Our report shows this
as "Cause Unknown."
It's because the folks
upstairs haven't put
out an official statement.
Standard holdup.
- Hmm.
- Oh.
Security blackout, huh?
Just nothing official to nobody.
Okay, strictly unofficial...
how did the fire start
if it wasn't an accident?
Arson.
The guy used a
magnesium incendiary.
It burned straight down through three
drawers before we caught it, unofficially.
What's in these drawers?
If it's chemicals, we could
have an aggravated 901 and 2.
Paper, files, letters. It's
all been in there for years.
Mr. Essex, Bob.
That's him. That's the
guy who set the fires.
He was in here posing as an NSC duty
officer, that's National Security Council.
Yes, we know.
They found the real duty officer
tied up to the radiator in his room.
No.
- Thanks for the help, Amanda.
- Welcome.
- Really, you are very good.
- Thanks a lot.
If you can go back and start the filing
those things, I'd really appreciate it.
- I've got someone I have to see.
- We're doing so well...
- why don't we just stick together?
- Nope.
- No?
- No, this is personal.
Come on. You know how
anxious you are to get Crawford.
I am a... Amanda, I don't have to
explain my every little move to you.
No, of course not.
I'll just wait in the car.
No, you won't.
- Yes, I will.
- You won't.
You never wait in the
car and you know that.
Besides...
you've been sneaking around,
sticking to me like glue lately.
Is there something
you wanna tell me?
- Uh-huh!
- No.
Okay, fine. I'll see you later.
And, uh, don't follow me.
I mean it.
Follow you?
I don't even know
why you would say that.
Harry?
Hey, Harry?
Okay, section 14-J...
we have, uh, assorted
food containers...
newspapers dated,
uh, June 10th, 1983...
April 5, 1984.
No, Amanda, please, wrong side.
I am still setting the search grid.
Francine, can't we just clean the
place up while you set the search grid?
- This is a search, Amanda, not Home Ec.
- You're right. I'm sorry.
We need to establish
a time sequence here.
We have to figure out the very
last thing that Crawford left in here.
The last thing that
Crawford left here.
Ugh, yeah.
Francine, have you
ever lost an earring?
- What?
- Have you ever lost an earring?
You know, like, you come home and
it's late and your ear is really pinching.
You really ought to take it off
and put it in your jewelry case...
but you figure what
you'll do is, you'll take
it off and you'll just
rest for a minute.
And you'll put it
someplace that it'll be
safe and then, you
know, you'll get it later.
The last thing he left here...
Ha!
Adkin's Chemical.
- Look at this, Francine.
- What is it?
I don't know. It's
Adkin's Chemical.
Amanda, excuse me, but your lightning
intuitive leaps fail to make any sense.
Francine, you're probably right.
I think I'll just check the
file in the vault anyway.
Good. Do that.
- Kolinsky?
- Uh, who shall I say is calling?
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Any luck?
- No. Not the good kind.
Hmm.
What's with the unmarked line?
Crawford's got some kind of
phone surveillance hookup here.
- A call just came in for a Kolinsky.
- What?
Kolinsky.
Never heard of a Kolinsky.
Look, uh, why don't you and Frank
knock it off for the rest of the day, huh?
If you feel like cataloging,
we're up to 14-J. Have fun.
- Good night, Amanda.
- Good night, Francine.
- Ahem, Amanda.
- Yes.
Look, it's getting late. Why
don't I walk you to your car, huh?
Yeah. Thank you very much.
- I really appreciate that.
- Hmm.
- There you go.
- Oh, thanks a lot.
Mm-hm.
You followed me, didn't you?
- No. No.
- No? Mm-hm.
No, me? Follow you? No.
Yeah. I thought so.
Whenever you don't wanna lie to me,
Amanda King, you just repeat my question.
You followed me and you saw Crawford
come in after me, something like that.
- Oh.
- Uh-huh.
- Recognize this?
- Oh.
- Baseball.
- Yeah.
It's my Harmon
Killebrew, signed.
Okay. I followed you.
I saw something move in the
window and so I gave it my best pitch.
Uh-huh.
I told you not to follow me as
plain as I know how, Amanda.
Do not follow me. But,
no, you had to do it.
- I wanna know why.
- It's a lucky thing I did.
- You could've gotten hurt.
- Don't change the subject.
- I want an answer now.
- Okay.
I didn't follow you. I
followed my instincts.
- Oh, your...
- Don't be angry with me...
because you didn't catch
Larry Crawford. Okay.
- Would it help if I say I'm sorry?
- No.
Sometimes I wish I could just
go and get good and steamed...
but every time you do
something to make me mad...
you turn around and do
something to make me grateful.
So I'll see you tomorrow.
What were you looking for?
It doesn't matter. He wasn't
there. He isn't anywhere.
Come on, Harry.
Yes, Stetson here.
Lee, what are you doing there?
Wait, Amanda, hold on. Hold on.
I'm getting some feedback here.
Uh, look, I'll see you tomorrow.
What the...?
- Kolinsky?
- Yeah.
Tomorrow at 2, let's meet.
Kolinsky? FRANCINE: Uh,
whom shall I say is calling?
Can't wait any longer.
You've got to find him.
I'm sending a team of
trappers after Thornton.
I'm pulling you off the
case, you're too close.
Billy, I can be objective.
Don't sent trappers
after that old guy.
Tell me, what has he done?
He's missing. We
should be worried.
He's sounding me
out about Harry, why?
Harry has been
retired for 10 years...
and all of a sudden, his ID
has been used twice illegally.
I was at Records all night.
Every single file of Harry's is gone.
Twenty-four years' worth. It's
like he was never director at all.
How do you explain that?
Have you ever
heard of a Kolinsky?
It's a code name. Thirty
years old, but active.
- I never heard of it.
- Crawford did.
He's got Harry's
phone set up some way.
There have been two
calls for Kolinsky so far.
Crawford was the last one that
checked the computer for that name.
I ran a little search myself.
There's an old
seal on it, Billy.
Permission required from...
- Harry V. Thornton.
- You got it.
I'm putting the agency on a
second-level security profile.
You tell Amanda that
she's out of a job until it's off.
Thank you, Mother.
Don't worry. I'll
help Harry all I can.
Then you won't mind if I, uh, get a
little shut-eye and then some breakfast?
- Be my guest.
- Thanks.
I let Crawford search my office for
a duplicate letter that doesn't exist...
which tells me he doesn't
have the real one anymore.
Hard to believe it's 30
years since Ike gave it to me.
To keep things simple, I gave
myself the same agency code name...
as the Russians used for me.
Then you sealed
the computer records.
That's nobody's
business but mine.
You know what this is? - No.
This is a dancing weasel,
my Soviet friends gave it to me.
It's quite an honor.
What is a dancing weasel?
Well, it's, uh, their
nickname for Kolinsky.
The Siberian weasel. They, uh...
trap them for the fur
when they can, heh.
But you know the
Russians, they love romance.
- I don't know too many Russians.
- Take it from me.
The Kolinsky hunts
on its hind legs...
and sort of, uh, sniffs the air,
to the Russians it's dancing.
But the Kolinsky are very
smart, they're the devil to catch.
Uh, you're lucky if you can even
see their tails going the other way.
So, uh, when they, uh, gave
me the Kolinsky code name...
it was, uh, quite an honor.
It's pretty amazing that you could
be a triple agent for 30 years...
- and not get caught. HARRY:
I only, uh, went against...
one operation nine or ten times.
I just, uh, feed them scraps.
I'm, uh, very
popular in Lubyanka.
Trust me?
Trust the look on Lee's face when
he found out you might be in trouble.
- Can you explain to him yet?
- I don't have the proof.
The agency's trappers are good.
The Russians are out to skin me.
I can't let Lee face all of
them just on my say-so.
I've got to have that
letter. It's my only way out.
Lee would do anything
in the world to help you.
I wouldn't ask him to.
I've gotta go out and
keep up my image and
see if I can stay
free a little bit longer.
First, I gotta get by Lee.
- Lee?
Oh, he's out there.
You can count on it.
Oh, I don't think
he followed me.
Of course, you
don't. I trained him.
- Where are you going?
- Out the back way.
Okay, Ike.
Harry.
Don't you make
me worry about you.
Just keep on looking
for that letter, honey.
And we know
Crawford doesn't have it.
You gotta find it
before he does. Okay?
Right.
Okay, uh, count to
100 and holler for Lee.
Lee, are you here?
- You were spying on me.
- I wasn't spying on you.
- I was spying on everybody.
- You were spying on me, Amanda, on me.
You were writing down what I
said, what I did, where I went.
Listen, it was for your own
sake. Yeah. For your own sake.
Harry didn't want
you involved in this
because if it made
you look like a traitor...
You know how he thinks of you.
He thinks of you as his best friend.
- A triple agent for 30 years?
- That's right.
A pardon given in
advance by Eisenhower...
- to prove it...
- Mm-hm.
Locked away...
- in the State Department vault?
- Mm-hm.
Now, we know what
Crawford was doing.
I guess the guy saw his career on the skids
and wanted a new one with the other side.
The only way to get it
was to destroy the agency.
It's all here. Fifty thousand.
I have no intention of
taking my money back.
Then you won't be able to
spend it when you're dead either.
- I want that letter.
- I can't get it.
They locked me out.
I put it in my office for safe
keeping, now I can't get it.
Pity. You can't get a hold of the
fabled letter, I can't ruin the agency.
Worst of all, I can't tell which
one of you has been deceiving me.
Well, I'm not.
If I was playing that game, you think I'd
be here telling you I can't get the letter?
Odd you should mention the game.
It's taken some rather
curious turns lately.
Melrose assures me that Harry V.
Thornton is retired, but I can't risk it.
Melrose doesn't know.
He's never seen the letter.
Neither have I.
I'll tell you what...
even though I hate losing a good
source, Thornton might be a triple agent.
If you can kill him and
blame it on the Americans...
we'll call it even.
He'll be here too.
After we got
surprised in Korea...
Ike was disgusted with our
whole intelligence community.
Harry was a top-flight lawyer.
Ike admired his mind, and his tee
shot so he asked him to do a study.
Along the way, he
created the agency.
All right, hold it.
Step back. If it ain't
the new chief, heh.
I think that is so very with
it when you enter gun first.
I am sorry, Ragmop.
I suppose you didn't hear
of yesterday's intrusion.
Big news.
Amanda.
- Hello, Ragmop.
- Hello, Mrs. King.
- Hear about the intrusion?
- Yes, I did.
That crazy Marston broad
downstairs put 32 slugs in the wall.
Ragmop, did you move Harry V. Thornton's
personal files from here when he retired?
I certainly did.
One night we moved hundreds of
boxes over to the State Department vault.
Mr. Crawford asked me
the same thing last month.
Well, uh, thank you, Ragmop.
Really, thank you very much.
Uh, I tell you what, we'll give you a
shout when we're ready, okay. Huh?
Mr. Thornton is a fine man.
Of course, he is from
the older generation.
- All right, now.
- Yeah.
Crawford found the letter by
searching Harry's files at State.
Yeah. And he used Harry's
clearance to get in so he could steal it.
Mm-hm.
What are you doing?
Dialing Harry's private
number. The one he gave you.
The one you called last
night and reached me here.
I don't get it.
Crawford was monitoring
Harry's special number...
with a gizmo
called a "swing out."
It redials this line and doesn't
go through the switchboard.
The Kolinsky calls
were for Harry.
Look, I'll show
you. I figured it out.
- Voice one, "Kolinsky?"
- Mm-hm.
Voice two, "Yeah."
Voice one, "Tomorrow
at 2. Let's meet."
"Hang up."
Kolinsky was Harry.
Now you said he was going
somewhere to, uh, keep up his image?
Yeah. That's what he said.
I couldn't find anything on Harry V.
Thornton or Kolinsky in Crawford's files.
Amanda, see if there's a
file on a Gregory in there.
- Right.
- I'll look for one in the vault.
Oh, I got a Gregory.
Yeah, it's a Gregory.
Harry. Who's that?
That is Gregory.
Yeah.
- What's this? AMANDA:
That's Adkin's Chemical.
- How do you know that?
- I found it in another file.
Wait a second.
That's how Crawford got onto
Harry. He was following Gregory.
Look at this.
Crawford must have set this
up as a surveillance scout.
Those are lines of
sight and escape routes.
Amanda, it's a long shot, but
it's the best long shot we've got.
All right, now, you stay here.
Finding that letter is
worth 10 trips like this.
And don't follow me. Heh.
Where have I heard that before?
Lock this door.
Hello, Kolinsky.
Something important, Gregory?
You know, uh, meeting off our
usual schedule like this is a bad deal.
I had hoped to have a certain document
to show you, to discuss its ramifications.
That we can only deal today...
with the ramifications themselves
is a pity in more ways than one.
Why do you believe Crawford?
They fired the man, Gregory.
That should tell you something. He
doesn't know what he's talking about.
This letter you're talking
about doesn't even exist.
Perhaps I can't afford
to take that chance.
Ah, it's a shame really.
You and I have done a
number of good things together.
- Ah, well.
- I see.
When will it happen?
- Will you do it?
- Not me.
Goodbye.
Hey, run for it!
That's far enough, Gregory.
I want you here
for the resolution.
Sir, I found it.
It was filed under "Dancing Weasel,"
just like we should've guessed.
Nobody could have
guessed that, Amanda.
That's pure instinct at work.
The Eisenhower
letter, I presume.
I went to such
trouble to get it, Harry.
The least you could
do is let me look at it.
You tried to get me killed and you
know we have to do something about it.
- At least deport you.
- You can count on that.
Yeah, maybe we'll just keep you
on ice and save you for a nice trade.
You know, our friend Gregory here is
gonna have quite a tale to tell the KGB...
- when he gets home.
- Yeah.
But without this, they're
not gonna believe him.
No, he won't say a word.
He's the one who looks bad.
You old weasel, I
was worried about you.
I've been in good hands.
Thank you, sir.
I sure hope he wants it.
He said he left it at the agency
because it made him look old.
He just said that so he'd hang by the
door watching the comings and goings.
Shh.
Believe me, he hated retiring.
He spent 25 years
building up the agency.
And he couldn't get over
the fact that his work is over.
- Well, it wasn't, heh.
- Well, it is now.
I'm gonna make sure
he starts enjoying the rest.
- Right, because life's too short.
- Yeah, especially around Harry.
Are you sure we
shouldn't have this fixed?
Well, if I know
Harry V. Thornton...
he'll wanna hang this on
his wall just the way it is.