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I stood under the light.

He saw me.

He saw me.

Hi. I can't come to

the phone right now

but when you hear the beep,

tell me everything.

- Did she ever photograph you?

- No.

This is the negative

side of a Polaroid.

I found it under the bed.

Are you absolutely certain?

I'm certain.

I'm not that big a fool.

Then we have to find

the man who saw you.

What if the search for this man

was of vital national security?

A secret operation

that we could control.

It won't hold up to scrutiny.

We'll invent an excuse for the

search that can be justified.

The important thing is to abort

an investigation of Susan's death

before it ever gets to you.

No. It's a house of cards.

There is no Yuri.

It doesn't matter.

All the intelligence agencies

believe that there's a mole

in the defense department.

You know the theory.

That Yuri was sent here by

the KGB while he was in his teens

and for all intents and purposes,

he can pass as an American.

Scott, they've been talking

about that for four years.

It's the CIA's wet dream.

There's never been

a shred of evidence.

But now there is.

He was the man who spent

the weekend with Susan.

He was the man

who killed her.

Lorraine, will you ask CID

to get all the material on Yuri

and bring it in to the Secretary

as soon as possible? Thank you.

- I don't think we can bring this off.

- You can.

Excuse me.

- Good morning, Major.

- Morning.

Thank you.

If military intelligence can catch this

KGB agent without outside assistance

it will measurably strengthen

us against the CIA. Thank you.

You understand that this

has to move like lightning.

We have to finish before anyone

gets on to what we're doing.

I want you to assume

control of the investigation.

Responsibility is consonant

with your office.

I have implicit trust in you

to keep this under wraps.

You're to report to me or

to Secretary Brice only.

- I plan to remain here around the clock.

- What do the Washington police know?

They haven't been informed. CID

has taken the body to Fort Meade.

If we go looking for a

Russian spy without

the FBI or the CIA in on it,

it's gonna raise hell.

That's my problem.

Well what do we have

on the dead woman?

It's through Yuri's

association with

this woman that we'll

be able to find him.

Here's everything we know

about her for the moment.

It looks like he spent the

weekend with her somewhere.

Then he brought her home and killed

her sometime around midnight.

I'm counting on it

not being too hard

to find out

where they'd been.

Tom?

Yeah.

Yes.

I'm certain the investigation

will develop more material

Will you excuse me?

Commander Farrell,

are we boring you?

No, sir.

May I?

We can't even convince our

own people for Christ sake.

It's all right.

Get Donovan in here.

Commander, if you please!

Commander?

This is Major Donovan of the

Criminal Investigation Division.

His men will be conducting the

investigation subject to your orders.

Major.

We're set up down in the

situation room, commander.

We have to have

a front man.

- They're autopsying the body now.

- I wanna see her apartment.

I don't think that

will be necessary.

You may not think it's necessary,

but I want to see it.

- They're autopsying the body now.

- Good.

- Scott, I wanna see her apartment.

- Mr. Pritchard...

The CID men

will do a better job.

It's more important

that you remain here.

I've got half a dozen men checking

for physical evidence right now.

- The print people are just back.

- What did they find?

Fragments of smudge.

The place was clean.

You don't mind my asking,

what's going on?

A matter of the

utmost importance.

What is this?

We're checking phone calls

made over the past week,

to see if the Atwell woman's

number comes up.

There's gotta be millions.

We interface with the

phone company's computers.

We're monitoring every call

made in a 50-mile radius.

We're checking gas station,

restaurant and hotel credit card receipts.

- Who is this bimbo anyway?

- She's dead.

One billfold.

Bracelets.

This is the evidence

from her house?

Yes, sir.

One box of candy mints.

Got one brown hairbrush.

Commander Farrell

is on his way in,

and we should have a report on

the house-to-house pretty soon.

- What's this?

- Polaroid negatives.

- I can't make anything out.

- Excuse me.

If there's still any

silver on the emulsion,

we may be able to

bring out the picture.

Excuse me. Sergeant, get this

right over to the photo lab, huh?

- Sir. Commander.

- Yes?

Mr. O'Brien's waiting for

you in your office.

That's right, we made an appointment

to go over the CIA report.

- Just cancel it.

- If we do, he'll go away suspicious.

That's true.

Hello. I'll be in

Commander Farrell's office

could you call me

in five minutes?

Sorry it took so long.

- This is the official estimate.

- It's an advance copy.

I thought that was

what you wanted.

Pritchard here.

Yes, of course. I'm sorry,

I'm wanted in the Secretary's office.

I suggest that we

reschedule this meeting.

Perhaps Commander Farrell

and I could continue.

- Commander Farrell...

- That would be satisfactory.

We're both requested at

the Secretary's meeting.

I'm afraid we really must stop.

Kevin, I was wondering if you might

help me in the counterespionage area.

Tom, we'd better

get to that meeting.

Commander, when you get

more time, you give me a call.

I can be reached

24 hours a day.

Good.

What was that supposed to be?

I thought I might get something

out of him about Yuri.

What we have will be

quite sufficient.

I want you to arrange that all

outgoing calls are monitored.

All calls?

Don't worry,

Brice's lines are safe.

- I'll see to it.

- Do it now.

- What's that?

- Autopsy report.

She died of a broken neck.

Here's a list of her stomach contents.

What the hell for?

There are different chemical

pollutants in food.

There's a chance we might pin

down where she ate her last day.

I want you to stay close

to the center of things,

but you're to do nothing

until you're instructed by me.

- Who are these goons?

- They're associated with Special Forces.

I don't understand what that means.

What's that mean, "Associated"?

That means exactly what I said.

They were formerly in Special Forces

and now that are associated.

Where?

Honduras? El Salvador?

- Somewhere down there.

- Were you with the death squads?

They were with the

death squads there.

- It's possible.

- In other words they're assassins.

You needn't concern yourself.

They work for me now.

Leave us, please!

You haven't told

me everything.

The Atwell woman knew Brice.

She was his mistress.

Naturally, Brice had no idea of her

connection with a Soviet agent.

We only found out last night,

after the murder.

Well then Brice is in

an impossible situation.

We should just call in the FBI.

Don't be an idiot.

Do you realize the magnitude

of the scandal?

The Secretary of Defense

and a Soviet agent

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