Les espions Page #6

professional secrecy.

This is not about medicine.

I'm trying to get out of a spot.

- It's in your interest.

- I'll be the judge of that.

- You have less judgement than a baby.

- You're fired!

See? You can't even recognise

those who wish you well.

He was given one million

to hide somebody.

Shut up, you old bag!

You heard him?

He called me an old bag.

Come on.

Who was that somebody?

He didn't tell me.

Although he was drunk.

- Drunk!

- As usual. Five or six drinks, no more.

Five or six drinks...

Miss.

He had three Kirsches

with the man in the photo.

Then they went to the toilets

where the money changed hands.

They drank half a bottle of brandy

and toasted a certain Alex.

They were laughing

as if they'd just made a good deal.

So, Doctor, who's Alex?

I don't know any Alex.

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you.

You may now leave the classroom.

Your expenses will be paid

at the bursar's office.

This way, ladies and gentlemen.

Be reasonable.

Tell him everything. You'll feel better.

I can see you're not happy now.

He has no willpower.

He's pig-headed.

Yes, Mrs Andr.

Now we're alone.

Who is Alex?

You think I'm going to confide

in a gangster? I understand.

- You're all gangsters!

- Me? A gangster?

Do you know who I am?

The head of American

special services in France.

Or let's say, one of the heads.

Are you happy now?

Colonel Howard was my subordinate

and my dearest friend.

Was? You mean the Colonel is...

Dead? Certainly not!

He is missing.

That's why I set this little trap for you.

You've caused all this mess

and you must help us clear it up.

- I've got nothing to say.

- Very well. Listen.

Doctor, our services' agents,

sit down,

always work abroad

under a fake name.

Sit down!

In France, Colonel Howard pretended

he was an importer, Donald Murphy.

But one day the embassy informed me

that somebody had phoned

and asked for Colonel Howard

using his real name.

- It's my phone call that...

- Quiet!

You'll speak when I ask you a question.

So a certain Malic

knows the identity of my deputy.

An identity known to nobody in Europe,

except the members of his network.

Two solutions:

Either you're a new recruit

made by the Colonel,

or you're a particularly shrewd

enemy agent.

In order not to upset Howard,

I started a personal investigation.

I went to your house,

and there I found Michel Kaminsky.

He is a real gangster.

I thought, "be careful"

and I gave you the password.

Box of matches?

You couldn't answer, so you were not

part of the Colonel's team.

Yet after a five-minute conversation,

I realised you are a pusillanimous man.

With no will. The opposite

of a dangerous adversary.

Mr Cooper.

I didn't come here to be insulted.

Shut up! Sit down!

Who are you?

An unknown.

I called you "X"

and I summoned Howard.

For two hours, he maintained

that he didn't know you.

Unfortunately,

you heard the witnesses, Howard lied.

That's false!

Howard knew you very well.

He gave you

one million to hide Alex.

What do you have to say to that?

Ask your friend Howard.

Where is he?

As soon as I realised his betrayal,

I sent all my men in search of him.

They didn't find him.

No, Howard didn't betray anyone.

He's a loyal man.

A loyal man

hiding an enemy agent at your place!

Not at all, he's one of your agents.

You fool! If Alex was one of my agents,

Howard would have told me.

Howard is innocent, I'm sure.

- Sure?

- Certain.

Then let me have a chat with Alex.

- I can't let you do that.

- Then bring me a photo of him.

- You think he'll let me?

- You're a doctor, drug him.

You'll only show the photo to me

and we'll burn it immediately.

I'd like to help you,

but it's not possible.

Not possible?

"I promised, I have no right."

But you have the right to take

one million to hide a stranger.

Maybe a criminal.

You didn't say no, then.

You said yes.

Yes sir, give me the money.

My sense of honour allows it.

I gave my word.

You didn't give it. You sold it.

I'll buy it.

For more money.

Isn't it a good deal,

even for a little French doctor?

- I forbid you...

- Nothing! You forbid me nothing!

- Will you give in? Give in!

- Mr Cooper!

Stupid idiot!

Come on, don't get into such a state.

One day, you'll have a stroke.

You haven't got a young man's arteries.

Since you want to protect

your damned conscience,

here is a solution:

Go home, go and see your "client"

and tell him, "Your box of matches

has been found."

If Howard didn't lie,

if Alex works for us,

he'll understand

and he'll pack up and go immediately.

If he doesn't understand, I'll leave you

to draw your own conclusions.

So why aren't you talking?

I'm hesitating.

What I have to tell you

is so important,

your answer

can change so many things...

Alex, I have a message for you.

Your box of matches has been found.

- What do you mean?

- You don't know?

Of course not.

I know. It means you've fooled me,

and Howard fooled me.

- You're an agent of the East.

- No. Where did you hear that?

If you were working for the US,

you'd have understood.

This doesn't prove

that I'm working for the others.

Right, I don't care.

But this time, that's it.

I've had enough.

You have to leave.

All right, I'll leave.

But I'm telling you, they're watching me.

I won't go further than 50 yards.

Would you prefer me

to hand you over to Cooper?

All I can do is give you until tonight.

You can try your luck in the dark.

Goodbye, Alex.

Of course. Instead of killing him,

if you had crossed the street...

We would have done it together,

as friends.

Never mind. I trust you. I'm going

to tell you who Alex probably is.

Very probably.

No!

- Who? I didn't hear you.

- Vogel. Hugo Vogel.

- Who is this Vogel?

- You've heard about the pope, no?

It's not him!

No, but in Germany,

the atomic bomb and him

are like the pope and God.

When he says it won't blow, it won't.

When he says it will blow, it blows.

Listen to this article.

"The secret war continues. Hugo Vogel

chooses freedom and disappears."

"In well-informed circles, it is said that

Hugo Vogel, the father of the 3H bomb,

was aided by

American special services

to disappear

from his East Berlin laboratory."

"The news of this escape

had just started to become known

when a new dramatic turn of events

mobilised counterespionage services."

"After sneaking away

from his Eastern jailers..."

"...Hugo Vogel has allegedly slipped

away from the French small town

where Western powers

had hidden him."

Both sides claim

there is no truth in these reports.

If they deny it, then it's true.

It was on the last page in small print

and they edited it from other editions.

Perhaps it's a hoax.

In a Swiss newspaper?

They don't joke in Geneva.

I don't understand your gibberish.

Vogel used the Americans

to escape from the Russians.

After crossing the Iron Curtain,

he sneaked away from the Americans.

- He doesn't know what he wants.

- Yes, he wants to be left alone.

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