05x03 - The Russian Prisoner

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To me, the mountains of Switzerland
are at their best in summer.

Green, dazzling, towering
and beautiful.

But Switzerland
is more than just scenery.

Apart from being world famous for
cheese, chocolate and cuckoo clocks.

Geneva, the country's most
elegant city,

plays host to literally thousands
of committees,

delegations and assemblies
from every capital of the world.

This gives Geneva Airport
an atmosphere of rather...

ominous international intrigue. One
senses this the moment one arrives.

Secret police, perhaps?

Maybe.

Swiss police? Positively.

And er...other items of what I call
very definite interest.

Today sees the start of the
International Disarmament Conference.

Like to play 'spot the delegates'?

The impeccable British.
God bless them.

The efficient Americans.
What would we do without them?

And the inscrutable Russians.
What can we do with them?

Professor Jorovitch?Yes.

I'm Yulenka Milanova,

our security police here in Geneva.

How do you do, Comrade?

Comrade, that man over there,
he keeps watching us.

For your information, Pyotr,
that man over there is the notorious Simon Templar.

Yes, cherie.

No, cherie, I will not tell her.

You tell her. She is your mother,
not mine.

My key, please.

Ah, Mr Templar,
you are enjoying yourself in Geneva?

I enjoy myself everywhere.

I wish I could say the same.

Well, maybe you need vitamins.

I need someone to m*rder my wife.

Reception.

Madame, if the pigeons keep you
awake at night, moving to a higher floor will not help.

The pigeons can fly, you understand?

Inspector Kleinhaus.
Do make yourself at home.

Thank you. I already have.

I'm delighted to see you.

The sentiment is far from mutual.

Oskar, you hurt my feelings.

You arrived yesterday?

Is that a question
or a statement of fact?

And the reason for your visit?

I like Geneva.

Ah, you're up to something.

Scouts honour.

No doubt you realise that the
International Disarmament Commission resumes tomorrow?

Doesn't everybody?

And the International Monetary Fund.

Now, look. Geneva is host to more
international organisations than any other city.

We don't want our visitors
from abroad irritated and molested and disturbed.

And if any of their belongings
happen to get lost...

You'll arrest me, guilty or not.

Instantly.

Enter.

Ah, Comrade Jorovitch.

Come over here.

These NATO defence figures - they go
only to the end of the year.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. I misunderstood.
I will have them up to date as soon as possible.

I need them for the conference
tomorrow.

I'll start work at once.

Karel.
Yes?

Are you unwell?

No. No, a little tired, Mikhail
Alexandrovich, that is all.

I will have the figures for you
by this evening.

Jorovitch, I'm worried about you.

You're so sallow and pale.

You look so tired. Ill, almost.

I'm quite well, thank you.

Oh. Your daughter?

Yes.

She's beautiful.

Very.

And you haven't seen her for uh...

years.

. Her mother divorced you in .

Karel...

do not do this thing. I beg you.

If you try to defect, you will be
brought back and punished.

And it would grieve me deeply if I
had to order your liquidation.

There is something else, Yulenka?

Jorovitch.
What about him?

He is having, I think, an att*ck of
revisionism.

Nonsense.
Jorovitch is a loyal citizen.

Then you also know that the daughter
arrived in Geneva yesterday.

I see you did not.

He intends to defect to the West.

Like all men, he is loyal only to
his own conditioned reflexes.

If only we had the daughter,
it would make things easier.

His daughter?

I am putting him on round-the-clock
surveillance until he leaves.

As you wish.

I was not asking your permission,
Comrade.

Jorovitch is a great scientist.

An immensely valuable brain.

If he's upset, the brain might stop
thinking.

And if that happens,
and you are responsible,

I warn you, you will be sorry.

Are you threatening me?

I'm telling you, Comrade,
what you seem to have forgotten.

We are now talking the language of
coexistence.

Caviar is much more palatable
than gunpowder.

You are a diplomat. I am a soldier.

Indeed. But I am not afraid of you
and your security police.

Possibly you should be.

I find you a bore.

A great scientist
Following him is child's play.

Following him is serious business.

And don't you forget it.

Ah, Mr Templar. Something came in
this morning for you.Good.

Please, have you a letter for
Jorovitch? Karel Jorovitch.

I'll see, sir.

I shall be checking out tomorrow.
I'll give you my forwarding address. May I?

Thank you, Mr Templar.

WOMAN: Dearest Papa,
the instant you receive this, please telephone me at this number.

All my love, Irma.

Can I use your telephone, please?

Certainly, sir. It's there.

Thank you. Excuse me, sir.

There we are.

What?

You have no right. Give me that.

It is as we suspected.

Just come quietly, Comrade.

No, I will not. Let me go.

No, no. Let me go.

No, I will not.

Let go.

Well, don't just stand there. Run!

I say, I'm terribly sorry.

I said I was sorry.

I say, we do seem to be bumping
into each other, don't we?

Get me the police. Quickly.

Yes. Yes.

Yes, I'm in a telephone kiosk,
at the corner of...Rue De Cordes.

Yes, I'll wait.
But please, please hurry.

What's the Russian for 'missed'?

Take your hands off me!

My comrade and I both claim
diplomatic immunity.

We are both
accredited representatives of the Russian government.

My apologies, sir.
I regret this incident.

Dostoevsky.

You!

Da?
You are under arrest.

This man you claim to have been
defending...who is he?

I have no idea.

Then why did you do it?

Oskar, you couldn't expect me to
stand there

while two refugees from a Siberian
salt mine pushed an old man around.

A not-very-appreciative old man.
Or else he would have been here, giving evidence.

Maybe he was in a hurry.
This is not a joke!

I am very angry.

You could have fooled me.

I warn you, if any of our
diplomatically immune guests press charges...

You'll put me in jail.

With the greatest of pleasure.

But?

Ahh...I will try to smooth out your
roughhouse behaviour.

How?

The Russian delegation is giving
a cocktail party this afternoon. I will convey your abject apologies.

That's exceedingly civil of you,
Oskar.

Go!

Keep out of trouble.

And work off your hostilities
in private.

Talking about working things off,
you ought to work some of that off.

Go!It's very bad
for your blood pressure.

Take that smile off your face.

Wait!

Just one more thing.
Yes, Oskar?

The French actress Therese Doustar.

What about her?
She is staying at your hotel.

Would you like me to get
her autograph?

She has a diamond necklace worth
a fortune.

Now, if you as much as speak
to her...

I know. The guillotine.

Yes!

Ah, Mr Templar. Your key.

Thank you, Andre. How's the wife?

Very bad.

Please, Mr Templar.
You must help me.

I must?
I'm Irma Jorovitch.

Well, at least I know
what to call you.

It is most urgent. Please, in
private. I must come to your room.

I'd be delighted.

How does he do it?

He has great talent.

Women who ask me for help
are always fat and and...

and it's always about pigeons
and radiators.

Would you please
to close the window?

Well, Miss Jorovitch?

I think I should tell you something
about myself.

It would be an idea.

I am Russian originally. My family
come from the part of Finland where the two countries meet.

Since , it's all been Soviet,
hasn't it?Yes.

And your father?

He is a scientist. Professor
at the University of Leningrad.

Of physics, I think.

I do not ever remember seeing him,
except in pictures.

During the w*r, when I was a baby,
my mother was separated from him.

With me, she escaped to Sweden.

My father was unable
to get permission to leave Russia after the w*r.

My mother...well, I do not think
she was too much in love with him.

Anyway, there was a divorce.

Then a year ago, my mother d*ed.

I thought that my father
should be told of her death.

So I wrote to him.

And somehow, he received the letter.

Still at the University of Leningrad?

Yes. He wrote back, wanting to know
all about me.

We began to write often.

We exchanged photographs.

I had nobody.

So it was exciting to find a real
father and to learn all about him.

Then I got a different letter.

It had been...smuggled out.

It's just the waiter.

Now, this letter of your father -
he...said he wanted to defect?

Yes. At last, the opportunity came.

He was told he would come to Geneva
for the Disarmament Conference.

Not to take part, but to advise
on scientific questions.

I tell this so badly.
I am so frightened.

You're perfectly safe here.

I know.

Well, go on.

I left the letter for him
at the International Travel.

I give him my phone number
in Geneva.

This afternoon, my father calls me
from the Rue De Cordes.

I tell him to stay there, to wait.
I will come at once in a taxi.

What happened when you got there?

He is gone.
And you think they caught him?

Yes.

What did you do then?

I was desperate.
So I go to the police.

Who, of course, were not much help.

No. They say if he is in
the legation, it is hopeless.

Russians can do what they like
there, as if they were in Russia.

But you can't be sure
he is in the legation.

I know nothing.
He could be anywhere.

But they have got him back.
And they will take him to Siberia.

Maybe they will k*ll him.

How did you get on to me?

My father tells me on the telephone
how brave you were to help him at the International Travel.

So I go there, and the man behind
the desk tells me your hotel.

Talk about a needle in a haystack.

Please?

He could be anywhere.

But you will find him? Please!

I shall do my best, but I can't
promise anything.

Thank you.

Now, you are to stay here,
you understand?

Yes.

And you don't open the door
to anyone except me.

You are going somewhere?

Yes.

To a cocktail party.

You - out. Come on.

Unless you get your hand off me
in three seconds, you're going to end up smack bang in thecaviar.

What do you want?

I'm on a goodwill mission.

Why, Oskar, how nice to see you.

What are you doing here?

I couldn't let you do my dirty work,
so I came along to tender my apologies in person.

Get out.

Everybody wants to get rid of me.
Out.

Ah, Inspector Kleinhaus.

Lieutenant Commander
Fritz von Tobler.

Swiss Navy.

How kind of you to come.

You were not even invited.

Slight social oversight. Oskar.

Not the red caviar,
not this time of year.

The black is infinitely
superior.

Don't speak with your mouth full.

Why, Mr Templar.

Hello.

You know him?

Of course. Who does not?
How handsome you look.

You too.

Come. We will talk, you and I.

Oh, you're not drinking?

How observant you are.

You'll join me?

And kind.

Cheers.

Nazdarovye.

My name is Yulenka Milanova.

So much simpler than Smith,
and so Russian.

Now, the truth.

About what?

Why you're here.

Well, the fact is, I came to enquire
about a friend.

Who?
Guess.

Karel Jorovitch?

Brilliant deduction.
I am rather worried about him.

We all are.

Oh?
He is very, very tired.

When I saw him at the International
Traveller yesterday, I had the impression he was more...frightened.

Just exhausted. We've sent him away.

May I enquire where?

Oh, some quiet place where he can
rest.

You know, of course,
that he has a daughter?

No, I didn't.

Yes. She lives in Stockholm. She
arrived in Geneva only yesterday.

How fascinating.

She's been in touch with you?

She has?

You make a great mistake
to treat me like a fool.

Do I?Of course she has been in
touch. That's why you're here.

We would very much like her to meet
Comrade Jorovitch.

I'll bet.

It would comfort him.

To say nothing of what it'll do
for her.

Give her my message, Mr Templar.

Tell her that we can easily arrange
for her to meet her father.

He is quite close by.

Excuse me.

Oh, the very man I was looking for.
I'm so sorry I had to hurt you.

No!

What are you doing in this room?

Investigating.
On whose authority?

Mine.
You have none.

But I'm here.

Yes. On Russian territory.

Technically, you're guilty of
breaking and entering.

And technically, what are you guilty
of? Kidnapping? m*rder?

Or both?

You're talking nonsense.

Then let me talk a little more of it
to Karel Jorovitch.

He is not interested.

Shall we let him decide?

The decision is mine.

It was a lovely party.
I can assure you of the cooperation of the Swiss police at all times.

Well, Oskar. You leaving so soon?
The hospitality too much for you?

Thank you for the guided tour.

Would you mind dropping me off
at my hotel?I'm late.

Thank you. It was a fascinating
party.

I'm here in my official capacity.
I cannot do that. If you expect me to drive you...

Who is it?
Templar.

Well?

I'm afraid you were right.
They do have him.

I knew it.

They have sent him somewhere
to rest and relax.

They will k*ll him.

No. He's much too valuable.

No. By their standards,
the individual is as nothing.

Being a great scientist
will not save him.

Now, come on, don't you worry.
I'll think of something.

Oh, I'm sorry to cry.
I cannot help it.

To come all this way from Stockholm
and it's all of no use?

Can I get you something? A brandy?

No, I...

Perhaps some coffee.

Well, now, first of all, we have to
figure out where they have him,

and then figure out
how to get him out.

Room service?

This is . Would you send me up
a pot of coffee for two?

Thank you.

Mr Templar, you do not know these
people.

I have a great fear of them.

They will stop at nothing.

I am sure they are watching
my hotel.

And now that you interfere with
them and ask them questions,

now they will be watching you.

Good evening, gentlemen.

You will see, please, that this is
delivered to Mr Templar?

Certainly, sir.

Can I do anything else?

Nothing.

Mr Templar's room, please.

Quickly.

Visitors?

What do they look like?

I see.

That's quick thinking, Andre.

We're going to have visitors.

You must get me out of here.

Well, we do keep running into
each other, don't we?

We are looking for a young girl.

That's nice and normal, isn't it?

We know she's here.

The bathroom.

Old man, young girls, you're a couple
of real sports, aren't you?

Of course, uh...hiding a girl in this
room would be some feat, wouldn't it?

Search it.

I suppose you're holding her father?

Of course. And when we have
the daughter, the father will be more cooperative.

Where is he?

Somewhere safe and comfortable.

We must report to Comrade Milanova.

Charming lady.
Give her my warmest regards.

You understand there's nothing
personal in all this. It's just that we have a job to do.

You do it so bravely, with your
diplomatic immunity.

Your coffee, sir.

Two cups, Mr Templar?

Yes. Will you join me?

Miss Jorovitch?
We know you are here.

I will count up to three...

and then I will sh**t Mr Templar.

One.

Two.

Thank you.

Now, come with us.

Where?Only to be reunited with your
father. You want that, don't you?

Where is he?Villa Beauregard
near Burgenstock.

Shut up, you fool.

Unfortunately, Mr Templar,
you now know too much.

So it is my unpleasant duty...

Uh-uh-uh. We don't hit girls.

At least we know
where my father is.

Yes, but er...they know that we know.

Andre, where's Burgenstock?

The southern shore of
Vierwaldstattersee.

Is that near Lucerne?

Moderately.

By the way, my room needs a little
attention.

Just leave everything to me.
I will, including my money.

We'll drive to Lucerne tonight
and start looking for the Villa Beauregard.

Get up. Fools.

Get up!

What happened?

Why was force necessary? You are
trained to do this. You failed.

Comrade, I swear, we followed your
instructions.

If you have bungled this thing,
I promise you, there will be no mercy. None!

You understand?

Karel Jorovitch
is extremely valuable to us. If this thing were to...

What are you doing here?

You are in Monsieur Templar's room
without permission, and I must call the police.

Hey!

Quick. Out.

Have you been in Stockholm long?

Since I'm little girl.

You don't have a Swedish accent.

I learnt my English from my mother.
She had a Finnish accent.

Since then, all sorts of teachers
and schools.

What happened between your parents?

My mother learned the capitalist way
of life. She would not go back to the Soviet.

When we find the villa, what then?

Look it over, then figure a way to
break in.

Supposing they take him some place
else, before we reach him?

Then we've failed.

I've got it.

May I look?

Here. Down there.

It's not going to be easy.

No.
The best way is across the water.

You mean by boat?

No, I could swim in, get into the
grounds from the lakeside.

That would be very dangerous.

You are a very brave and kind man.

And you are sensational, otherwise
I wouldn't be hooked on this caper.

Please?I mean, I wouldn't be
risking jail sentence, or maybe a b*llet in the back.

I know. I promise,
I will never forget you.

I'm going to take a closer look
at the villa and do some shopping. I'll see you back at the hotel.

It's just about zero hour.

Have you ever used one of these?
Never.Could you?

I should think so, if I had to.

This is the safety catch.

Off to fire.

On when you're carrying it.

I understand.

Good. Don't use it
unless you have to.

No, I won't.

Let's go over this once more. Here's
the lake. I'm going to swim along here. There's the road.

Remember what we worked out.

Your car's broken down. You want to
use their phone to call a garage.

They won't let you in, so you get
hysterical. Keep them occupied as long as you can.

I understand.

What time do you have?

Five past ten.

You go into action at o'clock
sharp.

Right.

Simon...there's just one thing
you may have overlooked.

There's probably a dozen.

Supposing they have already begun
to brainwash my father, so that he does not trust us?

Supposing he does not want to be
rescued?

That's impossible.
They haven't had him long enough.

But if necessary...we must use force
to make him come with us.

Don't worry.

Good luck.

What is it? What do you want?

My car has broken down.

This is private property.

Please, I must use your telephone.

You must walk to the village.
It's only half a kilometre.

It's late. I cannot possibly
walk to the village.

I'm sorry.

I am a woman alone, and you will
not allow me to use your telephone?

I don't wish to seem...

Papa!

Who are you?

Don't you know me?

Why? I've never -
Papa, we have come to rescue you.

Rescue me? But I -

Please, Papa. We will take you to
Stockholm. You will be free.

No. No.

Hurry, Papa. Get dressed.
We haven't got much time.

No.

Why do you call me Papa?

What's the matter, Professor?

Don't you recognise your own
daughter?

My daughter?

You see, they have done it.

You are not my daughter.

He does not know me. We must force
him to come with you.

Oh, I think not.
We must get him out of here.

No.
But you promised.

Did I? Well, not exactly,
although you did do your best to put the idea into myhead..

But that was after I'd decided there
was something wrong with your story.

Even finding your picture in the
Russian legation didn't convince me.

On my way home from the cocktail
party with Inspector Kleinhaus, he confirmed my suspicions.

Simon, what are you saying?

It's not what I'm saying,
it's what you said.

Little expressions like, 'the
capitalist life' and 'Soviet'.

Only a Russian would say things
like that.

Mr Templar -Don't worry, Professor.
You're not going anywhere.

You're mad.

Yes, I am. Especially when people try
to con me into doing their dirty work for them.

You knew all the time
he was safe with Swiss police.

That's exactly what I've been saying.

You're quite clever, Comrade.

But not clever enough.

Don't.

Give me the g*n.

I will k*ll you.
You won't.

I'm taking him with me.

No.

You...you k*lled him.

What...what do you want from me?

We want you, you traitor.

The signal.

Hurry.

A brilliant operation.

Yes.Especially locating Jorovitch's
real daughter.

She will be very useful.

Put your clothes on.

I...I don't understand.

Did you really think we'd let you
defect, you old fool? Hurry up.

Stop!

Good evening.Inspector, I protest.

Don't tell me about diplomatic
privilege. I find the subject boring.

Take them away and charge them.

You cannot do this!

Madame, let me assure you that you
are very much persona non grata. The same goes for your friends.

Inspector!

Please be quick.

I was told I was safe. The Swiss
please promised me I was safe.

You are.

You underestimated me, darling.

A great mistake.

Blanks.

I figured it was safer to plant a g*n
on you loaded with blanks

rather than your own
loaded with real b*ll*ts.

It's all right, Professor.
You're safe.

Inspector Kleinhaus told me
you asked for political asylum.

Yes. Yes, I did. By telephone.

The Swiss police came for me
at the telephone kiosk.

I do not understand.

Well, Oskar let me play along
so we could nab the whole g*ng.

Madame Milanova is on the telephone
to the legation now.

We are arranging a little
diplomatic trade.

The whole point of this charade,
Professor,

was so we could get your real
daughter out of Russian hands.

Yes, she will be leaving
the legation any moment.

And you are both booked on a flight
to Stockholm tomorrow.

But the guards - you knocked them
out.

Well, they were in on the plan.
They faked it.

What will happen to me?

Well, because of your diplomatic
immunity, you and your friends will be allowed to leave Geneva,

on condition that you never
return here.

Does that apply to me, Oskar?

Possibly. Come on.

Miss Jorovitch, whatever your real
name is,

you won't believe this,
but it is true.

I'm sorry it turned out this way.
I liked you story much better.