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Hi.

What's this all about,

Dr. Hesselman?

You have to promise

me that what I

tell you won't

go any further.

- I feel disloyal enough as it is.

- Of course.

You understand that Tom

is under great strain.

Yes.

He knew the girl

who was murdered.

They were very close.

And he thinks that

Secretary Brice killed her.

Look, I know him.

He's much more high-strung

than he appears.

And this girl, uh...

I guess he was in

love with her.

Anyway, now he thinks that

somebody wants to kill him

and he asked me to reprogram

the computers, and I did it.

But now I don't know.

I just don't know.

I see. Where is

Commander Farrell now?

I suppose he's in his office

or in the computer room.

Thank you.

Son of a b*tch.

Hey!

- Come back here!

- Hold it right there!

- Hold it!

- Sergeant, arrest that man.

I'm your superior officer

and I'm giving you

a direct order to

arrest this man!

- I have my orders from Mr. Pritchard!

- Do it!

- I have my orders...

- Shut up!

Jesus.

- And if he resists, shoot him!

- Yes, sir.

Where are you going, Commander?

You can't go in there.

You can't go in there!

I said you can't go in there!

Commander,

by what right do you...

- Call off the search now.

- Lorraine, thank you.

You're not looking for

a Russian spy.

You're looking for somebody who

knows Susan Atwell was your mistress.

What are you talking about?

You gave her a gold box that a Moroccan

foreign minister gave to you.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Well you declared it to the

Office of Protocol.

I never declared anything

to the Office of Protocol.

Yeah?

- You tell it to the State's computer.

- What?

You tell it to the computer

at the State Department.

Now pick up the phone,

and call off the search now!

Do it, or I swear to God

I'll nail you to the wall.

Calm down,

I'll get Scott in here, we'll...

Come in, for God sakes.

I'm sorry Mr. Secretary,

I had to make sure you were all right.

Yuri must be close.

There's been a murder.

- He shot Dr. Hesselman.

- Oh, goddamn it.

What's happened, Major?

I think we got

Yuri cornered.

He's somewhere between here,

communications and

the officers' gymnasium.

That's very good, Major.

Just continue the search.

You had those apes

kill him, didn't you?

No.

You lying sack of sh*t.

Tom is the man who

saw you at Susan's.

He's known about you all along.

Isn't that right?

You know what that means, David.

If Commander Farrell is the

man who was with Miss Atwell

then Commander Farrell is the

man who killed Miss Atwell.

And we know that the man

who killed Miss Atwell is Yuri.

Therefore, Commander Farrell is Yuri,

quod erat demonstrandum.

You murdered Sam, didn't you?

You're a f***ing a**hole.

You have no idea what

men of power can do!

- You sick f***.

- Wait a second.

Scott has been a loyal

and valuable friend.

I let that friendship

cloud my judgment.

My actions have

been inexcusable.

Scott!

Scott!

Give me the gun.

This is the hardest thing

I've ever had to do in my life.

But I swear, I'll do everything

I can to help you out.

Everything.

I'll get you the best lawyers.

David? He doesn't have

a shred of proof.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

He was fiercely

jealous of Susan.

A man like that...

Do you understand?

Suppose we had planned on

working late Sunday night.

I didn't arrive, he assumed

I was with Susan.

- David?

- Don't touch me.

He went there looking for me.

They argued.

Well, you can

assume the rest, right?

- Just save your breath.

- Help me out.

Help me out.

Help me out.

Listen, I'll give you

anything you want.

I swear, I'll give you

anything you want.

Listen to me.

Listen to me!

Help me out.

I will give you anything you want.

Just help me out of this.

You can have

anything you want.

If you go against me on this,

it'll be your word

against mine, and I'll win.

David!

- Scott!

- No!

- What's going on in there?

- Stand back, Mr. Secretary.

Nelson.

Your search is over, Major.

- Is this...?

- He shot himself.

Anderson.

Commander,

do I have your answer?

Commander? Sir?

Sir, are you all right, sir?

- Give me your pen, ensign.

- Sir?

- You got a pen?

- Oh, yes sir.

Well, give it to me.

I want you to deliver this.

And I want you to wake

him if you have to.

Aye, aye, sir.

Go.

Charlie,

come look at this.

- Somebody get Donovan down here.

- It's Commander Farrell.

A lot of people

are looking for you.

Then aren't you

the clever ones.

When is he coming

out from behind there?

Perhaps when you've made

certain things clearer to us.

- Well, then, let's just get...

- We want to know what is...

You would've known before!

I told you when I called that I

could not get out of the Pentagon!

All right, but at least you'll admit

that your relationship with

the woman was

poorly handled!

I did what I was told.

You wanted me to be her lover,

I was her lover.

I don't see any point

in going on with this!

Yeah, well, neither do I!

It's been very long for me.

Evgeni Alekseevich, wouldn't you

love to hear Russian again?

Imagine Pushkin,

Lermontov, Tolstoy.

Solzhenitsyn, Aksenov.

Even them.

Always the sense of humor.

In the Philippines

when you passed the

bag of underwear,

Moscow wasn't amused.

I should have acted then.

In any case, it's not possible for

you to remain in the United States.

This bizarre incident has

given them their Yuri.

Evgeni, think.

- You're a hero of the Soviet Union.

- I'm not a hero.

Be that as it may,

you must return.

I came here.

I thought I owed you that.

But you can't

make me go back.

No!

Let him go.

He will return.

Where else does he have to go?

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