Bridge of Spies (2015) Script

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)


(EXHALES)

(SWALLOWS)

(PHONE RINGING)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)


MAN: (ON PA) The next stop is Broad Street.

Broad Street will be next.


Upstairs. This way.

He didn't come up this way? Anything?

He's not up here. Go back down.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Go ahead and park around the corner.


(CAR HONKS)


(SNIFFLING)


(TIRES SCREECH)


Visitors.

Do you mind if I fetch my teeth?

Colonel, would you turn around, please?

Sit down on the bed.

Let's go.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Uh, they're in the... The teeth are in the... on the sink.

Look at me. We are agents from the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Look at me!

I'm talking to you.

We've received information concerning your involvement in espionage.

You can either cooperate with us right now, or you'll be under arrest.

Do you understand, Colonel?

No, not really.

Why do you keep calling me "Colonel"?

BLASCO: You need to get dressed.

We have to search your apartment.

Would you mind if I, uh, cleaned my palette?

The paints, it'll get ruined otherwise.

It's just behind you there.

I have a cloth myself.

Thank you.

All right, start searching the place. Thank you.

All right, search the mattress, the bed, the floorboards, his chair.

Would you put that in the ashtray on the windowsill there?

BLASCO: Take a good look at that desk.

FBI AGENT: Let's see the desk.

Wouldn't want to get this ruined.

JAMES: Don't say "my guy."

He's not "my guy."

BATES: Yes, he's "your guy." Who are we talking about?

We're talking about a guy who was insured by my client.

So, don't make him "my guy."

BATES: Okay, fine.

My point is, the guy insured by your client, he doesn't deny that any of these things happened.

"These... These things"?

BATES: Yes, these five things.

Wait, hold it, hold it, hold it.

Not five things.

One thing.

BATES: Clearly, it's five things.

Well, I'm sorry, it's not clear to me.

Five things? Explain it to me.

BATES: It's self-evident.

Okay, then tell me what happened.

Tell me the story in a way that makes sense for five things.

Fine, absolutely. Your guy is...

Not my guy. Insured by my client.

The guy insured by your client is driving down State Highway 19 when he loses control of his car and hits my five guys, the five guys who hired me to represent them because you're not honoring your claim.

You mean my client is not honoring the claim, the insurance company?

(CHUCKLES) Mr. Donovan, we're all clear on who's who, here.

Except my client honors every claim.

They do, Mr. Bates.

Every single legitimate claim, up to the limit of their liability, which is $100,000 per accident, in the case of this man's policy.

And this is one claim.

According to your description, "He hit my five guys."

The guy insured by my client had one accident.

One, one, one.

Losing control of the car and hitting five motorcyclists.

From their point of view, five things happened.

Well, look, Bob. May I? Bob?

"Jim."

If I go bowling and I throw a strike, one thing happened.

Ten things didn't happen.

Jim, my guys aren't bowling pins, as much as your guy may have treated them as such.

If... Let me finish. Let me finish.

If your house is insured for $100,000 and a tornado carries it away, it carried away one house.

It didn't pick up every stick of furniture and destroy it in a separate incident.

If that is what you're saying, well, then there is never any limit to our liability and that is the end of the insurance business.

And then, Bob, nobody is safe.

Watters, Cowan and Donovan. How may I direct your call?

Morning, Mr. Donovan.

Good morning, Alison.

I moved your 9:00 a.m. with Prudential, sir.

Why did you do that?

I asked her to.

Is everything all right, Tom?

Why don't you leave your stuff with Alison. Come on inside.

Something pretty important has come up.

Somebody's here to see us.

Natalie's getting your coffee.

Nescafe, cream, two lumps, right?

That's right. Thanks.

Lynn! Jim!

Nice to see you again. How's the family?

Great, good. Thanks. How's Annie?

Homicidal. We had the in-laws for the holiday.

Well, if she acts on it, she'll have good representation.

(LAUGHS)

Now, what's up?

Okay, here's the thing.

The Soviet spy they caught, we want you to defend him.

Here's the indictment.

Wow.

I'm not sure I wanna pick that up.

The accused doesn't know any lawyers.

The federal court tossed it into our lap.

The Bar Committee took a vote.

You're the unanimous choice.

It was important to us...

It's important to our country, Jim, that this man is seen as getting a fair shake.

American justice will be on trial.

Well, of course, when you put it that way, it's an honor to be asked.

But, Lynn, I'm an insurance lawyer.

I haven't done criminal work in years.

It's like riding a bike, isn't it?

You distinguished yourself at Nuremberg.

I was on the prosecution team.

Not the point.

You're no stranger to criminal law.

Jim, look at the situation.

The man is publicly reviled.

And I will be, too.

Yes, in more ignorant quarters.

But that's exactly why this has to be done, and capably done.

It can't look like our justice system tosses people on the ash heap.

Suppose I did, what's the evidence look like?

Pretty overwhelming.

Great. Great.

Everyone will hate me but at least I'll lose.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Well, what do you think, Tom?

The firm will suffer. I have work here.

I think it's a patriotic duty.

It's an important mission.

I told Lynn, the firm can't say no, and you'd have a tough time saying no, too.

I think you have to defend the son of a bitch.

So, you're doing it?

JAMES: Doing what?

Defending Abel, the Soviet spy.

I may. I have to speak to...

Wait, how do you know? Did they post it on the bulletin board?

No, I... I was talking to Richard Earl...

Look, if I do this, I'm going to need your help.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Can you work tonight?

Well, I have a dinner date, sir.

It's Tuesday, right? Yeah, no, I'm free, completely free.

Thank you, sir.

JAMES: But it's also an honor.

And the Bar Association asked me because they want to show that even a spy gets a capable advocate.

Well, maybe it's the kind of honor we could do without.

Hey, honey, what are you doing home?

I got stood up.

Well, that's despicable.

Who is this knot-head?

I'd rather not say.

MARY: Well, sit down. We just started.

People are scared.

They're building bomb shelters to protect themselves from people like this man.

I go to the store, people are buying canned food and potassium tablets.

It's all about this man and what he represents.

He's a threat to all of us. A traitor.

ROGER: Who's a traitor? The Rosenbergs were traitors.

Who were they?

They gave atomic secrets to the Russians.

They were Americans. They betrayed their country.

You can't accuse Abel of being a traitor.

He's not an American.

(SOFTLY) Oh, listen to yourself.

You're defending him already.

You're rehearsing it on me.

You said you were just thinking about taking it.

I am just thinking about it, just very hard.

Everyone deserves a defense. Every person matters.

Jim, what do we deserve?

Do you know how people will look at us?

The family of a man trying to free a traitor?

He's not a traitor, Mary. Yes, yes.

(PHONE RINGING) Roger, get that! He's not a traitor...

Why do I have to do all the work?

Oh! You wait till we say grace. I'm hungry!

He's about the most unpopular man in this country, and you're trying to take second place!

Yeah, and I'm third.

JAMES: Carol, you just dated the wrong guy. I wanna eat.

Mary, don't make this an argument when we're not having an argument.

You're against him, I'm for him?

No, I'm not for him. I'm not for the Russians spying on us.

I'm for his right to have a defense in a court of law, which is why they call it a court of law.

I didn't mean to interrupt dinner.

A court of law... Hey, Doug.

Oh, no, not at all. Hello, Doug. Jim was just flailing.

I'm not flailing. Go ahead, Doug, you can join us for dinner.

We're having meatloaf tonight.

So, you came over to help Jim think about whether he's taking the case?

Oh, we're taking it! It's exciting, isn't it?

(SIGHS)

Lord, we thank thee for thy blessings we are about to receive.

Thy bounty through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

Good morning, sir. My name is Jim Donovan.

These are my credentials.

I am a partner in Watters, Cowan and Donovan.

I was admitted to the New York Bar in 1941.

(DOOR BANGING) (CHAIN RATTLING)

You have been charged with three counts and 19 overt acts.

Conspiracy to transmit United States defense and atomic secrets to the Soviet Union, conspiracy to gather secrets, and failing to register as a foreign agent.

Do many foreign agents register?

If you don't mind my asking, sir, since your arrest, where have you been?

I couldn't say for certain.

You don't know?

They drove me to an airport and put me on a plane, took me off the plane.

Somewhere hot.

It's hot here.

Hotter, very humid. (SNIFFLING)

They put me in a room.

Were you beaten?

No.

I was talked to.

Offers were made.

What do you mean?

Offers of employment, to work for your government.

I was told if I cooperated, no further charges would be made against me.

And I would be given money.

Hmm.

And you declined?

As you see.

Well, of course I can't endorse that.

I feel duty-bound to urge you to cooperate with the U.S. government.

Well, I said no.

Perhaps you could relay to your friends at the CIA that I meant it.

No, no, no.

I... I don't work for the agency.

I don't work for the government.

I am here to offer my services as your legal counsel.

If you accept them as such, I work for you.

If I accept you?

(SNIFFLES)

(SWALLOWS)

Are you good at what you do?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm pretty good.

Have you represented many accused spies?

(INHALES)

No, not yet.

This will be a first for the both of us.

(LAUGHS)

Yes.

All right.

JAMES: "All right"? You accept?

Yes, all right.

Good, okay.

Let's start here.

If you are firm in your resolve not to cooperate with the U.S. government...

I am.

Yeah.

Then do not talk to anybody else about your case, inside of government or out.

Except to me, to the extent that you trust me.

I have a mandate to serve you. Nobody else does.

Quite frankly, everybody else has an interest in sending you to the electric chair.

All right.

You don't seem alarmed.

(MUMBLES)

Would it help?

I... I would like materials to draw with.

That's not possible.

A pencil, a piece of paper.

Cigarettes.

Please?

Mr. Donovan, you have men like me doing the same for your country.

If they were caught, I'm sure that you would wish them to be treated well.

CIA AGENT: What's your name?

Francis Gary Powers.

CIA AGENT: Rank, service?

First Lieutenant, United States Air Force.

Do you have any association with the Soviet Union, Lieutenant Powers?

Kidding?

Just answer the questions, Lieutenant.

Yes, no, or as simply as you can.

Do you have any association with the Soviet Union?

Hell, no.

Do you know why you're here?

POWERS: Mmm-mmm.

Is that a no?

Yes. I mean...

No, it's just "no."

Yes, I have absolutely no idea why I'm here.

Eyes front, Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

How'd you do in there, Gary?

Pretty good. Think I got my name right.

(CHUCKLES) You probably outscored Shinn, then.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Who's winning?

Uh, that would be me.

Oh. Well, deal me in.

JOE: So, these are all mine, then.

POWERS: I told you boys not to play with him.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CHUCKLES)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Okay, drivers, here's the deal.

You've been selected for a mission which you are not to discuss with anyone outside of this room.

No one.

I don't care who you trust.

Wife, mother, sweetheart.

The good Lord when you pray at night.

You don't tell any of them anything of what I'm about to tell you.

Each of you drivers has met certain qualifications.

High level security clearance.

Exceptional pilot ratings in excess of the required hours flight time in a single-seat aircraft.

We are engaged in a war.

This war does not, for the moment, involve men-at-arms.

It involves information.

You will be collecting information.

You will be gathering intelligence about the enemy.

The intelligence you gather could give us the upper hand in a full thermonuclear exchange with the Soviet Union.

Or it could prevent one.

For public purposes, as far as your wife or mother or sweetheart or the good Lord above, your mission does not exist.

If it does not exist, you do not exist.

You cannot be shot down. You cannot be captured.

You work for the CIA now.

(DOOR CLOSES)

So, Jim, I heard your guy is speaking with a phony accent.

Does he keep that up all the time?

Actually, I'm pretty sure that's just the way he talks.

He's got the Russian name but a British passport.

Well, I doubt that that's genuine.

So, Jim, where are we? I see here...

Yes, uh, Judge, you see, I just don't think that three weeks is going to do it, here.

We... We got a massive amount of evidence, as you know.

You wanna postpone?

Six weeks.

I mean, there's just myself and my associate, basically.

Jim, is this serious?

Sir?

Is this serious?

Yes. Yes, indeed, it is.

You can see in the filing...

Jim, this man is a Soviet spy.

Allegedly. Come on, Counselor!

Your Honor.

Of course, I salute you.

We all salute you for taking on a thankless task.

This man has to have due process.

But let's not kid each other.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

He'll receive a capable defense.

And, God willing, he'll be convicted.

Come on, Counselor.

Let's not play games with this.

Not in my courtroom.

We have a date and we're going to trial.

(DOOR CLOSES)

JAMES: Taxi!

Taxi!

I see your light on! Son of a bitch.

Can't wait to get back to Manhattan.

His light was on, right?

Son of a bitch.


MAN: Against their level of comfort.

The statute hasn't changed.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

Pardon me. Sorry. Oh!

(CHATTERING CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)


Mr. Donovan.

What?

What?

(TUTTING)

CIA.

Yeah.

I just wanted to chat.

How's the case going?

Case is going great. Couldn't be better.

Mmm-hmm.

Has your guy talked?

Excuse me.

You met him. Has he talked? Has he said anything yet?

We're not having this conversation.

No, of course not.

No, I mean, we really are not having it.

You're asking me to violate attorney-client privilege.

Oh, come on, Counselor.

You know, I wish people like you would quit saying "Oh, come on, Counselor."

I didn't like it the first time it happened today.

A judge said it to me twice.

And the more I hear it, the more I don't like it.

Okay, well, listen, I understand attorney-client privilege.

I understand all the legal gamesmanship.

And I understand that's how you make a living.

But I'm talking to you about something else.

The security of your country.

And I'm sorry if the way I put it offends you.

But we need to know what Abel is telling you.

You understand me, Donovan?

We need to know.

Don't go "Boy Scout" on me.

We don't have a rule book, here.

You're Agent Hoffman, yeah?

Yeah.

German extraction.

Yeah, so?

My name's Donovan. Irish.

Both sides, mother and father.

I'm Irish, you're German.

But what makes us both Americans?

Just one thing.

One, one, one.

The rule book.

We call it the Constitution and we agree to the rules, and that's what makes us Americans.

It's all that makes us Americans so don't tell me there's no rule book, and don't nod at me like that, you son of a bitch.

Do we need to worry about you?

Not if I'm left alone to do my job.

WILLIAMS: From this moment forward you will not refer to the U-2 as a spy plane or reconnaissance aircraft.

You will refer to it as "The Article."

The Article has an 80-foot wingspan.

It's powered by a single Pratt and Whitney J57 P-37 engine.

10,000 pounds of thrust and a maximum speed of 430 miles an hour.

She may not be quick, but at your cruising altitude of 70,000 feet, nothing will come close to you.

POWERS: 70,000?

The idea is the enemy doesn't even know you're there.

It looks kind of flimsy.

Every extra pound of weight costs a foot in altitude, and we need to accommodate the cameras.

That's a 4,500-millimeter lens, times three.

A pin-sharp panoramic camera four times as powerful as any aerial reconnaissance cameras we've ever used.

You're gonna be taking pictures, lots of pictures.

At 70,000 feet, The Article can photograph

2,000 square miles of territory in one pass.

Now, drivers, give Agent Sumner your undivided attention.

The items you will need on your mission are over here.

BLASCO: B camera, Revere 8 model 40 magazine, Keystone Capri K-25, silver.

Hollow-handle shaving brush.

Complete set of cipher tables on edible silver foil.

Specialist photographic equipment.

Yeah, we, uh... We get the idea. Thank you.

Uh, excuse me, Agent, uh, Bosco. "Blasco."

BLASCO: Sir.

There seems to be a subsection to this list here.

Well, most of this stuff came from his studio, but the rest is from the hotel room he was holed up in.

Where we found him.

The hotel room you searched?

Well, yeah.

Can I see the warrant?

The what?

Yeah, explain this to me. There was a warrant.

There was a warrant.

A civil detention writ for the arrest of an alien, but there was no search warrant for suspicion of criminal activity.

So, the search and the evidence that is the fruit of that search, that's all tainted and should not be admitted.

What protections is he due, Your Honor? The man is not...

The man is what? He's Rudolf Ivanovich Abel.

He is a Soviet citizen.

He's not an American.

1886, Yick Wo v. Hopkins.

The court held that even aliens, in that case Chinese immigrants, could not be held to answer for a crime without due process of law, including any alien that entered the country illegally.

The Department of Justice has its first allegiance to the United States.

I don't see how an alien, if he's here illegally, how he suffered deprivation of rights.

Rights as what?

An American?

Rights as what, Counselor?

We're in a battle for civilization.

This Russian spy came here to threaten our way of life.

Now, I have a courtroom of people waiting.

Get out there, sit beside the Russian.

Let's get this over and done with.

And your motion is denied.

(SOFT MURMURING)

He should take some insurance out on himself.

How did we do?

In there?

Uh...

Not too good.

Apparently, you're not an American citizen.

That's true.

And according to your boss, you're not a Soviet citizen either.

Well, the boss isn't always right but he's always the boss.

Do you never worry?

Would it help?

(DOOR OPENS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

All rise.

ALL: "I pledge allegiance to the Flag

"of the United States of America, "and to the Republic for which it stands, "one Nation under God, indivisible, "with liberty and justice for all."

MAN: (ON PROJECTOR) First, you have to know what happens when an atomic bomb explodes.

There is a bright flash, brighter than the sun.

It can smash in buildings, break windows all over town.

But if you duck and cover like Bert, you will be much safer.

There are two kinds of attack, with warning and without any warning.

(WATER RUNNING)

JAMES: Mmm.

What's going on in here?

ROGER: Okay, Dad, this is really important.

When the war begins, the first thing they do is cut off all the water and all the electricity.

So the first thing we should do is keep this filled, use the shower in your room, use the sink downstairs, the garden hose outside...

Those are good ideas.

But, Roger, I don't see this as being something you ever have to worry about.

Yeah, but when you hear the sirens, there may not be enough time to fill the tub and the sinks.

Not gonna be any sirens...

What is this?

When the bomb comes, the Reds will aim for the Empire State Building.

But the bomb goes off at 10,000 feet up.

In Life magazine, it's called an airburst, and if the bomb is 50 megatons, the blast wave goes out and out and out and melts everything from here to here.

Including where we live. Here.

Yeah, right there.

But, you know, Roger, no one is dropping atomic bombs on us.

But the Russians want to.

You know that Russian guy you're defending?

He's here to get things ready for the guys who drop the bombs.

No, no, he's not... Not here for that.

He's not even Russian.

He was born, we think, in Northern England.

Yeah, but he's a spy for Russia.

I don't even understand what you're doing.

You're not a Communist, so why are you defending one?

Well, because it's my job.

It never used to be.


CLERK: In the case of the United States of America versus Rudolf Abel, as to the first count in the indictment, how do you find the defendant?

Guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

CLERK: As to the second count?

Guilty.

CLERK: As to the third count?

Guilty.

Your Honor, I make a motion to set aside these guilty verdicts against the weight of evidence.

Denied.

The jury is discharged.

Thank you all.

I would like to add that, if I were one of you, I would've reached the same verdict.

Sentencing will be November 15.

The death sentence is not a foregone conclusion.

Don't worry.

I'm not afraid to die, Mr. Donovan.

Although it wouldn't be my first choice.

You left this behind.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, thank you very much!


You've never asked me if the charges were true.

If I am indeed a spy.

This is how we do it.

The case against you matters.

Making them prove it matters.

The fiction is...

Whether you did it or not doesn't matter.

The state has to prove it, that you're a spy.

So you're not curious?

No, not really.

I always assumed you were an artist. (CHUCKLES)

My wife, she's the artist.

She's a musician in the Children's Orchestra of Moscow.

What instrument?

The harp.

Oh.

Then, she's an angel.

Standing there like that, you remind me of a man who used to come to our house when I was young.

My father used to say, "Watch this man."

So I did, every time he came.

And never once did he do anything remarkable.

And I remind you of him?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

This one time, I was about the age of your son.

Our house was overrun by partisan border guards.

Dozens of them.

My father was beaten, my mother was beaten, and this man, my father's friend, he was beaten.

And I watched this man.

Every time they hit him

he stood back up again.

So they hit him harder.

Still, he got back to his feet.

I think because of this they stopped the beating.

They let him live.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(LAUGHING)

I remember them saying it.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

It sort of means, like, uh,

"standing man."

Standing man.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Hello, Jim! Millie, you're a vision.

Mortie's busy getting kitted out.

But come on in.

Scotch, Jim? Oh, yes, please. Thank you.

Uh, just a drop of water.

Your Honor.

Hello, Jim! Just going out.

Got a few minutes though.

March of Dimes thing. Millie is active.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, thank you for seeing me.

I just wanted to give you my two cents on the sentencing.

And I thought maybe I should pester you at home as not all of my points are narrowly legal.

Yeah, well, it's that kind of case.

I hope I wasn't too scratchy during the trial but it's exactly what you say.

Nothing about this is narrowly legal.

There are bigger issues.

Bigger issues!

(CLEARS THROAT) Thank you, thank you.

Uh...

Sir... (CLEARS THROAT)

I think it could be considered in the best interests of the United States that Abel remain alive.

Why?

I'm not saying I've made up my mind but if he was gonna cooperate, work with the government, he would've done it already.

True, but the issue here... You can't...

Excuse me.

You can't say it's in the best interest of the United States that he spend the rest of his days in a prison cell.

How is this the national interest?

Not the incarceration itself, sir.

It is possible that, in the foreseeable future, an American of equivalent rank might be captured by Soviet Russia.

We might want to have someone to trade.

Wow.

That sounds like spinning what-ifs.

You could do that till the cows come home.

It's my business, what-ifs. I'm in insurance.

And there's nothing implausible about this one.

It's entirely in the realm of what could happen.

It's the kind of probability that people buy insurance for.

If we send this guy to his death, we leave ourselves wide open.

No policy in our back pocket for the day the storm comes.

Nice speech.

Sir, there is also the humanitarian argument.

Should he die for doing the job they sent him to do?

All right, Counselor.

I gotta run.

Good seeing you, Jim.

I'll walk you out.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

BAILIFF: All rise.

The United States District Court for the Eastern District of New York is now in session.

The honorable Mortimer Byers presiding.

Be seated.

BYERS: The defendant will please rise.

In the measured judgment of this court the following sentence, based upon the jury's verdict of guilty as to each count of the indictment, is believed to meet the test which has been stated.

Pursuant to the verdict of guilty as to all counts,

the defendant is committed to the custody of the Attorney General of the United States

for imprisonment in a federal institution to be selected by him for a period of 30 years.

(GAVEL BANGS) (CROWD MURMURING)

Marshals, you may take the defendant into custody.

No... No electrocution?

No. No, no.

Why aren't we hanging him?

In the name of God, why aren't we hanging him?

Sit down, sir!

MAN 1: He's a spy! He's killing us with his lies!

In the name of God, why aren't we hanging him?

That's right!

(CLAMORING)

MAN 2: He's a spy!

(CAMERAS FLASHING)

REPORTER 1: Mr. Donovan! Mr. Donovan!

Just one question. Just one question, sir.

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

My hat! My hat! My hat!

Nobody here has a comment.

Mr. and Mrs. Donovan are not answering questions.

REPORTER 2: How do you feel now that this national nightmare is over?

REPORTER 3: Mr. Donovan, are you happy with the verdict?

We're... We're in firm ground on, uh, for a case on appeal.

REPORTER 4: Appeal? Appeal, yes.

TOM: Jim, you did a great job.

You fulfilled your mandate and then some.

But the man is a spy.

The verdict is correct and there's no reason to appeal it.

There's ample procedural reason.

We know the search is tainted.

And Fourth Amendment issues will always weigh more heavily in an appellate forum.

We've got a good shot.

What the goddamn hell are you talking about?

We were supposed to show he had a capable defense, which we did.

Why are you citing the goddamn Constitution at me?

Tom, if you look me in the eye and tell me we don't have grounds for an appeal, I'll drop it right now.

I'm not saying that. You know what I'm saying.

Tom is saying there's a cost to these things.

That's right.

A cost to both your family and your firm.

(SOFT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)


I've missed music.

They checked the radio to make sure there was no transmitter in it.

(CHUCKLES) I'm sure they did.

Shostakovich. Mmm.

That's a very great artist, Shostakovich.

Uh, I think our strongest grounds for reversal are constitutional.

Our best chance is if the Supreme Court agrees to review our case.

(MUSIC STOPS)

Jim...

You should be careful.

Careful.

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♪ 77 Sunset Strip TV ANNOUNCER: And Richard Long.

DICK: Good morning, Suzanne.

SUZANNE: Good morning, Dick.

There is a special delivery letter here for you.

DICK: Oh, her.

(GUNSHOT) (GASPS)

(GUNSHOTS) (GASPING)

Mom!

What in God's name happened?

Honey, are you all right?

Mom! Are you hurt?

MARY: I've got her. Upstairs!

Are you all right? I sat with my back against the wall, Dad!

Are you okay? Are you all right?

Dad, I sat with my back against the wall!

Good, good. Away from the windows!

Good, good, good, good, good.

Good boy, good boy, good boy.

It's okay. It's all right. (SOBBING)

It's all right, they're gone, they're gone.

They're cowards. They're gone.

We have detectives canvassing the neighborhood.

Maybe we'll find a description of the car but I don't think it's very likely.

We're gonna need protection.

Oh, I have instructions to leave two cars here.

It'll be pretty obvious that this is a secure... For how long?

I have to be in Washington later on this week.

What are you doing?

What are you doing to your family?

Pardon me, Officer?

You're still defending this guy?

I mean, what are you fighting for him for?

Okay, knock that off, Officer.

I'll knock off nothing.

I was in the third wave at Omaha Beach.

Hey, I did my time in the service.

I was fighting these guys, and you're defending them?

Why don't you just do your job as an officer of the law?

Okay, I'm sorry. Let's go outside. Come on.

You know what? Just forget him.

What am I not getting here?

Outside, Officer. I'm sorry.

Defending a commie spy. Jeez! (REPORTERS CLAMORING)

REPORTER: Do you feel that you deserve this, sir?

(CLAMORING CONTINUES)

WILLIAMS: Should it become necessary to abandon the aircraft over Soviet territory, then there's a two-and-a-half pound explosive charge contained within the fuselage.

Now, first, you activate the circuits.

But to start the 70-second timer, you need to flip the switch marked "Destruct."

It is imperative that these flights remain a secret and this equipment does not fall into enemy hands.

What about us?

I don't know if you're kidding, Lieutenant Powers.

I'm not.

What you know about the plane is as secret as the plane itself.

If capture is a foregone conclusion, you go down with your plane.

Now, if you think you can ditch and get away, if you're close enough to a border, fine.

You know the ejection protocol.

But if you ditch, you bring the dollar with you.

All right, there's a pin inside.

You scratch your skin anywhere, it's instantaneous.

If you think you are about to be captured, you use it.

Drivers, you understand me?

Spend the dollar.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)


JAMES: Mr. Chief Justice, and may it please the court.

The "Cold War" is not just a phrase, Your Honor.

It's not just a figure of speech.

Truly, a battle is being fought between two competing views of the world.

I contend that Rudolf Ivanovich Abel, "Colonel Abel," as he was called even by the men who arrested him, is our foe in that battle.

Auxiliary power?

Connected and on.

Oxygen seat-pack supply?

Supply at 1,800 psi.

Inverter?

On, light out.

He was treated as a combatant in that war until it no longer suited our government to so treat him.

Accordingly, he was not given the protections we give our own citizens.

He was subjected to treatment that, however appropriate for a suspected enemy, was not appropriate to a suspected criminal.

Fuel transfer?

Transfer switch off.

Destructor?

Destructor safety.

Climb data card.

Installed in aircraft.

I know this man.

If the charge is true, he serves a foreign power but he serves it faithfully.

If he is a soldier in the opposing army, he is a good soldier.

He has not fled the field of battle to save himself.

He has refused to serve his captor.

He has refused to betray his cause.

He has refused to take the coward's way out.

The coward must abandon his dignity before he abandons the field of battle.

That, Rudolf Abel will never do.

Shouldn't we, by giving him the full benefit of the rights that define our system of government, show this man who we are?

Who we are.

Is that not the greatest weapon we have in this Cold War?

Will we stand by our cause less resolutely than he stands by his?


(MISSILES WHIZZING)

(GASPING)

(GASPING)


(SCREAMING)

(GASPING)

(GRUNTING)

(BEEPING)

(SCREAMS)

(GASPING)

(PANTING)

RADIO ANNOUNCER: The President announced that a NASA weather plane disappeared four days ago north of Turkey.

And the Space Administration fears that its pilot died in the crash.

Radar showed the plane wandering off course deep into Soviet territory before contact was lost, complicating any effort to recover it or the remains of the pilot.

Now to news out of Washington.

In a close vote today, the Supreme Court affirmed the conviction of Russian spy Rudolf Ivanovich Abel, five votes to four.

The case presented civil liberties issues, according to the Russian's lawyer, James B. Donovan.

When asked how he felt about today's loss, Mr. Donovan simply said, "Tired."

I'll have more news for you after this message.

WOMAN: (SINGING) ♪ Styling tricks

(WHISPERS) It's over.

♪ See the new, exciting styling tricks

♪ You...

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Marty.

I'll be damned if I can find the file on that Prudential case.

I, uh, Mr. Watters had me move it over to Jack Elwes's office along with the first draft of the appeal.

He did?

Yeah, he redrafted and filed that last week while you were in Washington.

TOM: How long have we been together?

You act as if I've never closed a deal.

Set up a meeting. Someplace fancy.

I'm betting Mr. Young would like some of the finer things New York has to offer.

And I want you to give me the summary of...

Do you know anyone from Leipzig?

"Leipzig." Am I getting hate mail from Germany now?

From East Germany.

(SNIFFLING)

Is it your wife?

No.

No, no, no, no.

She pretends to be but it's not even a good pretense.

"I'm taking this liberty to write to you

"after having learned from the newspapers

"about your most humane attitude

"towards my beloved husband, Rudolf Abel."

(CHUCKLES)

And do I write back?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What's the next move when you don't know what the game is?

TRANSLATOR: Francis Gary Powers...

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

On the strength of Article Two of the U.S.S.R. law on criminal responsibility for state crimes to 10 years of confinement with the first three years to be served in prison.

The term of the punishment, including preliminary detention, shall be counted from May first, nineteen hundred and sixty.

(CONTINUES SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

ALLEN: Mr. Donovan, thank you so much for coming.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dulles.

It's an honor, sir.

Nescafe, cream, two lumps.

Thank you.

Okay, this letter you received.

Seems pretty clear that the Soviets are making an overture here.

They're doing it through East Germany because they still don't want to acknowledge Abel as a Soviet citizen, much less a Soviet spy. So...

Lot of fiction going on.

Yes, sir, but to what end?

They got our guy, our spy pilot.

We've got their guy.

Prisoner exchange, I think that's what they're after.

Which could hardly be a surprise to you, Counselor.

It's an eventuality that I think you foresaw.

Yes, I sure did, and I'm so rarely right. (CHUCKLES)

Well, congratulations. Red letter day.

Now, we have our man over there. Powers.

Good man, but with a head full of classified information.

Abel has a head full of classified information, too, but he hasn't given us a lick.

And, sir, take it from me, he won't.

Yes, we know that, but the Russians don't.

They want their man back before he cracks.

And we want Powers back for the same reasons.

JAMES: I think you are saying, sir, that there might be a happy ending for everyone.

Yes, if we, um, indulge their fiction.

We want you to negotiate the swap because you're a private citizen, so it's not governments talking.

They don't acknowledge Abel as a Soviet citizen, and we don't acknowledge East Germany as a sovereign country.

We haven't recognized East Berlin since it was annexed by the Soviets in '45.

So I act as a negotiator, representing...

You're not representing anybody.

Not a government official.

You have no official standing.

So, some fiction on our side as well.

Correct.

Which means, of course, you can't rely on any acknowledgment or help if things go south.

CIA can't be responsible.

We can't be embarrassed.

Where do they want this negotiation to take place?

There.

"There"?

East Berlin.

Well, isn't East Berlin getting rather...

Oh, yes, the place is getting complicated.

Yeah, complicated.

The Soviet side has been setting up checkpoints for the past few months to try to stop people hemorrhaging to the Western sectors, and it hasn't worked.

We have intelligence to suggest that they may go one step further and wall off the entire Eastern sector.

Okay, that's it in a nutshell.

The decision is entirely yours.

You need time to kick it around.

No.

No, I don't.

Well, fine. Fine.

Best that this all remains confidential.

Let's not discuss any of this with, uh, Mary or with anyone else.

Share the correspondence only with us.

Let us know what they want to do and when.

I've got no client, no wife, no country.

Don't know what I'm doing or when or who for.

You're doing it for your country, but your country doesn't know that yet.

What about my client, the other person in this equation? My guy?

Your guy? You mean the Russian?

He's not your guy anymore, Counselor.

Your guy is Francis Gary Powers now.

What do I tell Rudolf Abel?

Tell him not to drop dead.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(MAN SHOUTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

(PANTING)

(CHILD CRYING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING AND YELLING)


(BABY WAILING)

(CHILDREN CONVERSING IN GERMAN)

(PANTING)

(MAN ON RADIO SPEAKING GERMAN)

Professor?

Professor?

Papa went to university.

You shouldn't be here, Frederic.

They're having classes today?

He went to see. That's where he goes.

What are you doing here?

I came to get you and your father.

You have to come with me. You might not get out tomorrow.

Just... Just leave?

Yes. Yes, yes, yes, leave. Right now.

(CONVERSING IN GERMAN)


PRYOR: Go back. Go back.

I'll be okay, I'm American. Go back.

Go back to your father's. We'll find another way. Go.

(CONVERSING IN GERMAN)

Hey!

PRYOR: So, hi.

Papers, please.

Ich bin Student Frederic Pryor.

Yes, Student.

(SPEAKING GERMAN) (GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

My name's Frederic Pryor. I'm an economics student.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

See? (GASPS) It's my dissertation. My thesis.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

You see? Look, look.

Look "The foreign trade system of the European Communist nations." Huh?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

It was a lot of work.

(RAPID BREATHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

No, that's my only copy. (GRUNTS)

(SHOUTING IN GERMAN) (DOG BARKING)

No! (CRYING)

MARY: Tell me something.

It came up at the last minute.

They have offices in London.

These clients. Not my idea.

Scotland, this fishing expedition.

What kind of fishing trip, Jim?

Salmon fishing.

Just tell me that you're not gonna be in any danger, that this is just a routine business trip, and I won't worry.

I need my passport.

Just give me something to hold on to.

I don't even care if it's the truth.

I'm doing this for us.


HOFFMAN: Mr. Michener, here, is your Berlin escort.

He's an attache with the U.S. embassy.

So, it's gotten goddamn complicated. JAMES: Uh-huh.

As you know, the last letter from Mrs. Abel, whoever she is, talks about a lawyer in East Berlin, Mr. Vogel, whoever he is, representing her interests, she says.

Yeah, Vogel says he's gone to the Russian embassy in East Berlin and they may be ready to trade Abel for Powers.

But no one knows who's who, but essentially they're all Russian, right?

Well, Soviet. Well, we think so.

What do you mean? Could we turn up the heat in here?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

There's a wrinkle.

They might try to throw you a curveball.

Try and get you to accept another prisoner other than Powers.

Another American?

The, uh, East German Stasi picked up an American student.

Frederic Pryor.

Uh, the kid they found on the wrong side of the Wall.

He's a grad student out of Yale.

Came over here to study economics. JAMES: Mmm-hmm.

So, they're making noises about trying this kid for espionage.

Grave offense, capital crime. Well.

Vogel got in touch with us, said he represents Pryor.

Wait a minute. Vogel represents Mrs. Abel and this... This kid?

Yeah, he's busy.

Well, so, what is he?

Vogel, is he, uh, East German or is he Russian?

Well, try to figure it out when you meet him.

At Russian embassy, East Berlin, noon tomorrow.

Hoffman will show you how to get there.

Wait, show me how to get there? I'm gonna have an escort.

Right?

Well, that was the plan but like I said, there's a wrinkle.

I won't be taking you. Decision's been made.

No U.S. government personnel are to cross the border until further notice.

How come? It's too dangerous.

Yeah, the East Germans grabbed this kid.

There's a degree of impunity that we had not anticipated.

The point is that the East German agenda and the Russian agenda may not be the same thing.

Try and figure it out and act accordingly.

And try to make a deal. Powers for Abel.

Well, what about this college kid, Pryor?

Mmm-mmm. Don't fall for that.

We can get him out another time.

Powers is the whole ball game.


Where's your room?

I'll be staying at the Hilton.

It's not far.

This is a number here in West Berlin.

Memorize it and give it back to me.

No, no. I... I mean, now.

The Soviets keep cutting the international lines but local calls are okay.

Someone will pick up day and night.

Now, this docket attached to your passport will serve as your ticket into and out of the Eastern Soviet sector.

The meeting with Vogel is set for noon tomorrow.

There are only a few routes left to the East.

You take the S-Bahn, the station we showed you on the way in.

You're gonna get off at the Friedrichstrasse station here and walk to the Soviet embassy on Unter den Linden here.

Look at the map now. You shouldn't take it with you.

You're looking at a map, you're an American, you're a spy.

You could well be detained.

Just avoid interacting with people generally.

You don't... You don't belong, so don't stick out.

Food is scarce over there and things have started to fall apart.

There are gangs, and rule of law is less firmly established over there.

And definitely stay away from the Wall.

On their side, there's a line cleared of buildings along the Wall.

They call it the "Death Line."

Cross it and you'll be shot.

Is there any outcome here where I'm not either detained or shot?

Don't worry too much about what Michener said.

No, I'm worried about what you're saying.

This kid, Pryor, that the East Germans have, how old is he?

Twenty-five. Why?

Same age as Dougie.

Who?

Eh, an associate of mine.

Frederic Pryor.

(CONVERSING IN GERMAN)


(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(JAMES SPEAKING GERMAN)


(BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

Okay, okay, okay.

(CONVERSING IN GERMAN)


(SNIFFLING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

JAMES: Danke.


(CONVERSING IN GERMAN)


So, we apologize if this offends.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Uh... (SNAPS FINGERS) Coat?

(CONVERSING IN GERMAN)

(SNICKERING)

Okay.

(CONVERSING IN GERMAN)


(SHIVERING)

(COUGHING AND SNIFFLING)


Do you understand English? Yes, sir.

I'm James Donovan. I'm here to meet a Mr. Vogel.

Mr. Vogel. He doesn't work here.

I'm just supposed to meet him. That's all I know.


Mr. Donovan!

So we finally meet you.

(EXCLAIMING)

I'm Helen Abel.

How is our husband? Oh. He's fine.

How is my Rudolf?

As good as can be expected.

And we will get him back, yes?

This is our daughter. How do you do?

Lydia.

Are you Mr. Vogel?

(CHUCKLING) No, no, no!

I'm not Vogel.

I'm cousin Drews.

This is Rudolf's beloved cousin Drews.

Yes, cousin Drews. I am cousin Drews.

Cousin Drews, yes.

I'm Helen Abel.

When will you see him?

When will your government release him?

I'm a little, uh, lost here.

I'm supposed to meet a Mr. Vogel.

BOTH: Oh, Mr. Vogel is our lawyer.

We were supposed to negotiate, uh, the exchange.

To bring Rudolf here? Yes, yes, to bring him here.

But it doesn't happen unilaterally, do you understand?

It has to be an exchange.

(SPEAKING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

Not here?

(SOBBING)

(LYDIA SPEAKING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

LYDIA: Shh.

(LYDIA SPEAKING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

Shh. Shh.

(LYDIA SPEAKING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

(DREWS CONSOLING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

Mr. Donovan?

Mr. Vogel.

No, no, no. Goodness.

My name is Schischkin. Ivan Schischkin.

I'm the second secretary of the Soviet embassy.

(SIGHS)

It wouldn't be appropriate for Mr. Vogel to join us.

He is a German national.

So you aren't here to...

To facilitate this meeting. (SNIFFLES)

Uh, perhaps Mrs. Abel would like to compose herself privately?

And let Mr. Donovan and myself to talk?

Thank you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

So, I'm confused. Yes.

Uh, I don't care who I talk to if it's about an exchange of personnel.

Are you the person to talk to?

Yes, yes, yes, of course. Uh, we should talk.

Please, have a seat, Mr. Donovan.

(SNIFFLING AND COUGHING)

Uh, how did you arrive to the Eastern sector?

The train. The S-Bahn.

Ah, and you were alone?

Yeah.

And you are credentialed?

Now, you must know about me, sir.

I'm a private citizen.

I'm a lawyer in Brooklyn in the United States, and I've taken time out of my busy schedule to help my client, Rudolf Abel.

I'm authorized to arrange an exchange of Abel for Francis Gary Powers.

This is a full pardon of Abel that will be signed when the exchange actually takes place.

This is the only reason I'm here.

I hope and expect to make this arrangement quickly.

Abel for Francis Gary Powers and Frederic Pryor.

Mmm, we don't have Pryor.

No? You don't?

I've heard of Pryor, but he's held by the German Democratic Republic, not by the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.

Well, I'll tell you the first problem.

The names of your countries are too long. (CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES) Yes, yes.

(SNIFFLES AND COUGHS)

If we release Powers, it is only to promote a goodwill between our countries.

So, it cannot be an exchange.

Perhaps...

Perhaps you could release Abel as a token of goodwill to our friends in Germany, and then, some months later, we would release Powers.

There is an idea. No. That just won't work for us at all.

See, we need this to be an exchange.

You can call it what you want, but an exchange it must be.

We can have Abel here within 48 hours.

We need Powers at the same time we give you Abel.

Hmm. This is...

Can we call this the "impatient plan"?

Well, you can call it whatever you want.

(EXHALES)

I can relay your impatient plan to Moscow, see what they say... (COUGHING)

But they will wonder why so impatient.

Because I have a cold.

And I don't live in Berlin and I want to go home.

They will think, "Well, the Americans must have gotten

"all the information that Abel had to give.

"And now they're impatient to trade him, "hoping to get in return this man, Powers, "that, perhaps, has not yet given up

"all the information that he has to give."

This is not an equitable trade, sir.

But what you're saying is, if Powers has given up everything he knows, then Moscow would trade?

Why wouldn't they?

As for Abel, if he dies in an American prison, the next Russian operative who gets caught might think twice about keeping his mouth shut.

And you never know. Abel might want to see the sky again and decide to trade Russian secrets for small American favors.

How can we know this?

We little men, we just do our jobs.

Like Lieutenant Powers. He's just a pilot.

He was making photographs from 70,000 feet when he was shot from the sky.

People in my country consider this an act of war.

We have to get off this merry-go-round, sir.

The next mistake our countries make could be the last one.

We need to have the conversation our governments can't.

I will ask Moscow.

Who knows what they will say.

There are a lot of people, Mr. Donovan, who doesn't want this exchange to ever take place.

Can you come back tomorrow to discuss their answer?

Powers for Abel.

And Frederic Pryor.

As I said, Pryor is in the hands of the organs of State Security of the German Democratic Republic.

I'm confident you can make arrangements.

I am merely a secretary in the embassy of foreign power.

Okay, okay.

You have to see Mr. Vogel. I'll give you his address.

There actually is a Mr. Vogel?

Why would you imagine otherwise?

Uh, it's a short cab ride.

And please, Mr. Donovan, wear an overcoat in this weather.

I had mine stolen from me.

What do you expect?

It was from Saks Fifth Avenue.

Wasn't it?

(MAN ON RADIO SPEAKING GERMAN)

VOGEL: Mr. Donovan. (CLEARS THROAT)

Mr. Vogel.

VOGEL: Please come in.

Danke.

Sorry about the embassy.

But the Soviets decided not to host me.

Very irritating.

I am still trying to grasp each party's...

Status?

Yes. And interest in the proceedings.

Oh.

It's a new world.

All very disorienting, isn't it?

Let me tell you what I have to offer.

(TURNS OFF RADIO)

I'm a good friend...

"Friend." No, he's older.

"Protege"?

Of the attorney general of the German Democratic Republic.

Sit down, please.

This unfortunate, Frederic Pryor, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But every accident, properly viewed, is an opportunity, isn't it, Mr. Donovan?

Well... Your country refuses to recognize the German Democratic Republic.

They prefer to make up stories that the GDR doesn't exist, for instance.

Sorry.

As a means of forcing your government's recognition of this real place, sir, in which you find yourself, the GDR, the attorney general is happy to negotiate with you as a representative of your government for Mr. Pryor's return.

Mr. Vogel, I'm not here as a representative of my government.

All right.

(CHUCKLES)

I think that's childish, Mr. Donovan.

Well, I... I have no official status.

Fine.

You do not represent the USA, I do not represent the GDR.

My client is Lydia Abel, Rudolf's wife.

And I have also...

Lydia is the daughter. Helen is the wife.

Well...

I am prepared to offer Frederic Pryor's exchange for Rudolf Abel's.

(PUTS GLASS DOWN)

Then let's be clear.

We will produce Rudolf Abel.

You will produce, at the same time, the student, Pryor.

At the same time?

Absolutely.

The exchange on offer is a Russian at the end of his life

for an American student at the start of his.

Schischkin? He's not an embassy secretary.

Ivan Schischkin is the KGB's chief in western Europe.

(CLEARS THROAT) Well, whatever he is, he's relaying our proposal to Moscow and they'll decide.

Could I borrow a coat? I lost mine.

How did you lose your coat?

You know, spy stuff.

I'll get you another coat. Good, because... (EXHALING)

So who is, uh... Who is this Vogel?

Him, we don't know.

He might be what you said he said he is.

Friend of the attorney general.

Just some guy the GDR tapped to handle this.

Sounds like the East Germans are fighting for a place at our table.

The GDR gets Abel back for the Russians, winning their respect... (COUGHING)

And capturing the headlines for their cause.

Which, of course, puts East Germany on the map.

But we don't care about their map.

Stick with the Russians.

Stick with the Russians. It's Powers for Abel.

So, does all this mean this might actually happen?

Yeah, that's what you seem to be telling me.

We'll put Abel on a plane, he'll be here Friday.

So, if Schischkin gets the okay, all that's left is the mechanics of the trade.

How we swap our guy for their guy.

Our "guys." Two guys.

Powers and Pryor.

No, now don't go bleeding heart on me.

Powers is the whole ball game.

Forget this Ivy League boy, who obviously thought it was a good idea to study Soviet economics in Berlin in the middle of the Cold War.

Powers is who we need.

You don't even like Powers.

Everybody hates Powers.

He didn't kill himself and he let the commies parade him on television.

He's the most hated man in America.

After Rudolf Abel, maybe.

And me.

Now wake up!

(BOTH SHOUTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

POWERS: I gotta sleep.

I just gotta sleep.

(GRUNTS)

I told you, you can sleep once we talk what we need to talk.

You must focus on me.

Your government doesn't care about you. You know that.

Any of you.

You know that twelve U-2 pilots incurred brain damage?

They're vegetables because of altitude, insufficient oxygen.

But they keep you flying, Gary.

You and your friends.

They gave you this. A scratcher, yes?

Potassium cyanide.

Does that look like they care about you?

(POWERS GROANING)


(POWERS GASPING)

What is the construction of the destructor unit?

By what means is this unit operated?

With what explosives is the unit charged, and what destruction is it capable of?

I don't know.

The pilots were never shown any of the equipment.

How wide far can the radar map an area during an overflight?

I don't know, I don't know!

Were you making the overflight on April 9th over the industrial area and MiG bomber base at Baranovichi?

I was not.

This was my first overflight.

I need to know about engine-out to glide ratio.

How the plane gets so high.

We know it reaches altitude of 70,000 feet.

Gary, we know this.

And I need to know where the planes have flown.

Where they have flown, Gary.

And we must have this talk now.

Now.

And then you can sleep a little.

CIA AGENT: Sir, wake up.

Wake up, sir.

Sir, can you come with me, please? Yeah.

We gotta move. Yeah, of course.

Can you come with me, please? Yeah.

Okay.

Got your glasses? Uh-huh.

What time is it? It's late, but we need to talk, and then we need to get on a plane, okay?

Yeah. Yep. Upsy-daisy!

Upsy-daisy. That's right.

There we go. Keep it moving.

Thank you.

Other way, other way. (CLEARS THROAT)

There we go.

You say a plane?

This way, please. Keep moving.

IVAN: So, I received a favorable decision from Moscow on your proposal that we help our friends in the German Democratic Republic by exchanging Mr. Powers for Mr. Abel.

That's swell.

May I suggest the Glienicke Bridge as a place of a swap?

Why not Checkpoint Charlie?

(GRUNTS) We're not looking for publicity.

The Glienicke Bridge is very quiet, especially early in the morning.

Glienicke Bridge. I'll run that by our side.

We can have Abel here on Friday.

So, Saturday morning?

(CHUCKLES) Always impatience, yeah?

I want to get home and get into bed.

So, Saturday morning?

5:30?

All right.

We're done here.

This is a number, in case anything should come up.

All right.

Someone will answer at any hour.

I don't expect to use it.

Shall we toast the arrangement?

Why not?

Armenian brandy.

Good bracer for your cold. Thank you.

Would you mind...

This is not part of our business but I'd like to ask you a couple of questions.

You do not have to answer.

I shall answer what I know.

I like this guy, your guy.

What happens to your guy when he gets home?

Well, we have to make a determination whether our guy is now your guy.

Now, as I said to you before, he's acted honorably.

He's still your guy, believe me.

Of course you will say that if it were true and if it were not true.

I guess it has come down to that, huh?

Well, forgive me for pushing, but is he in any danger if the determination is made?

Well, goodness.

As things are now, everyone is in danger.

Cheers.

Na zdorovie. (KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

There will be no exchange on Glienicke Bridge.

Excuse me, sir.

There will be no exchange.

Not for Frederic Pryor.

Mr. Vogel, I thought yesterday we had agreed.

We agreed on an exchange, Abel for Pryor.

Now I learn you are a rug merchant selling the same rug to two customers.

Abel for Pryor you sell to us. Yeah.

And Abel for Powers you sell to the Soviets.

I'm not quite sure what the problem is if the arrangement satisfies two parties or three or four.

What difference does it make?

The arrangement does not satisfy this party.

(CLEARS THROAT) Now, Mr. Vogel, please...

Obviously you do not know who you are dealing with.

Here's the interest of the German Democratic Republic.

To deal with, and to be seen to be dealing with another sovereign power, the United States.

An equal power.

Instead you treat us as stooges for the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.

Can we just call them the Russians? It'll save time.

I have an appointment, sir.

I think it's you who are wasting time.

JAMES: Now, tell me if I am describing this wrong.

You have a kid, a university student, someone you know is not a spy, who's no threat to you.

And in exchange for this person who is worthless to you, you play an equal part in an exchange between the Russians and the Americans.

And this is one transaction between us and the two of you.

We're not trying to do two things here, sir.

We're just doing one thing. One, one, one.

It's hard for me to see how the Republic of East German Democrats is being slighted.

You agreed with the Soviets without consulting me.

Is this a negotiation or a conspiracy?

For it to be a conspiracy, there would have to be harm to you, sir.

There's just benefits here. We're of agreeing interests.

No, you decide they agree.

Where is your appointment, sir?

In the West. Ku'damm.

Good.

VOGEL: Look around you.

How does the Eastern sector compare with the West? Hmm?

(CHUCKLES)

Our Russian friends have decided that we should not rebuild our capital city.

But we live in this ruin made by our Russian friends.

Go ahead, make your deal with these Russians.

We won't be part of it.

There is no deal without Pryor.

We are not leaving him here.

Is this your position or your government's?

Sir, I'm here. I'm talking to you.

But you are not a representative of your government.

You don't know who you are. Neither do we.

You should be careful. This is not Brooklyn, Mr. Donovan.

(HORN HONKS)

Look, sir.

You must know that in every respect that matters, I represent my government.

You know who I am.

Do I?

(SIREN WAILING)

(SIGHS) Uh-oh.

Do you have the proper papers?

Of course not. It doesn't matter.

An American lawyer like you can talk your way out of anything.

Can't you?

(CONVERSING IN GERMAN)


You go with him.

Why? It's passport problem.

What... What problem? What's the problem?

You go with him.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

And remember, we control the fate of Frederic Pryor.


(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)


(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(SNIFFLES)

(GUNFIRE)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(ALL GASPING)

JAMES: My God!

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)


(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(CLEARS THROAT) Yeah, I'll start with some coffee, please.

Then I'll have the Hilton combo and the American breakfast.

And coffee.

Both breakfasts?

Yeah, yeah.

One first or...

Both first, both. Whenever they're ready.

And coffee. Hmm.

You shouldn't be here.

Well, sometimes in Germany, you just want a big American breakfast.

What happened? Where were you last night?

Vogel arranged for me to spend some time in the East.

Oh, Jesus.

Frankly, it's not that much worse than where you have me here in the West.

So the Russians are fine with the exchange, but now Vogel is saying that the East Germans won't do it.

We're not gonna get Pryor.

Great, good.

So the Soviets are set. We get Powers.

We get Powers.

Well done.

JAMES: No, the East Germans won't do it.

We won't get Pryor, and that kid matters.

Every person matters.

Sure, that's why you tried. That's why you tried.

Abel's on his way, so we're all set for tomorrow morning.

Wait a minute. Makes things simple. Makes things simple.

We are not getting the kid.

Yeah, I understand. We're set.

We can ignore the message we got this morning.

What message?

From the East Germans.

They called the number I gave you.

They said they wanted to speak to you today.

Vogel called? No, um...

Office of, uh, Harald Ott, East German attorney general.

Wanting what? What does he want?

Well, to talk to you.

But it's okay, I can't ask you to go back there.

And listen, you seem to be persona non grata to some elements, so we won't push our luck.

So he wants to see me.

What time?

Oh, no, no. Now, listen. (STUTTERING)

You don't need to go. In fact, you shouldn't go.

In fact, you can't go.

We're set with the Soviets. We don't want to screw it up.

I'm not gonna screw it up. You're not going!

Don't be a pain in the ass.

Oh, I ordered.

Enjoy your big American breakfast.

(SIGHS)

I thought it should be negotiated at the highest level as a courtesy to you.

I thank you, sir.

I don't know how things became so confused.

Well, I guess sometimes they just do.

For sake of clarity, I say we are fully prepared to exchange the so-called student, Pryor, for Rudolf Abel.

I understand from Mr. Vogel that Pryor is very important to you.

JAMES: Yes, but...

Ah, we'll do a memorandum to that effect.

Oh, a memorandum.

Certainly, we commit to a bi-lateral exchange.

Yes, yes, sure. I'm not sure what that means but...

My country also insists on Francis Gary Powers.

No!

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

This is how things became so confused.

Powers. What use is he, sir?

You want him back for punitive reasons?

What's done is done.

He has divulged what he will divulge, as no doubt Abel has also.

We are offering instead someone who you insist is innocent.

And this is right.

This is who you should retrieve.

The future.

Look to the future. (PHONE RINGING)

Ott. (RINGING CONTINUES)

Ott. (SPEAKING GERMAN)

I'm sorry. If you could give me a moment, sir.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(BELLS RINGING)

I'm very sorry, sir. The attorney general regrets that he had to leave on urgent business.

He left? Yes. Many apologies.

I've been waiting for over an hour.

Very sorry, sir.

Young man.

Come here.

It's all right. Come here.

Uh... Take a seat.

Oh, come on, come on. Sit down.

Do you like your job here?

It's a very good job, sir.

It must be. Must be interesting.

Oh, yes, sir.

And important, too.

And your English is... Is good.

Yes, I hesitate to say it's excellent.

But it's excellent, sir.

Good, good. Good.

See, I just lost my negotiating partner, and I need somebody to talk to, and you seem like a reasonable young man.

Can I talk to you?

Uh...

It's all right.

(CHUCKLES) It's all right. I just...

I just need you to give a message to your boss.

But it has to be very, very, very clear.

You understand?

Yes, sir. But perhaps you should wait until he...

No, no. The thing is, I have this cold and I wanna get home and get in bed.

(BLOWS NOSE AND CLEARS THROAT)

Can you give him the message?

Certainly.

Well, this is the message.

"There is no deal for Abel unless we get Powers and Pryor."

Do you understand? Yes, sir.

It's arranged for tomorrow morning.

It will not happen unless we get two men.

Those two men.

Two, two, two. Yes, sir.

If there is no deal, your boss must tell the Soviets.

He has to tell the Soviets that they are not getting Rudolf Abel.

Yes, sir.

Oh, and tell him this.

That so far, Abel has been a good soldier, but he thinks he's going home.

(COUGHS)

If we had to tell him that he's not going home, that the Soviets don't even want him, that he's never going home...

Well, I imagine his behavior might change.

And who will be held responsible for that?

(CHUCKLES)

That's a long message.

Uh, did you get it all?

Yes, sir. Got it. Good.

You're a good man.

Oh...

And also tell him there's no deal unless we hear before the end of business today.

He has the number.

If the exchange isn't gonna happen, no reason for everybody to get up first thing in the morning.

(CHUCKLES) No, sir, that would be pointless.

You're kidding me! You're kidding me!

Not really. I need some change.

This is exactly what you weren't supposed to do.

My instructions were to feel out the situation.

Your instructions were to get Powers, not Pryor.

That was not the original deal. You fouled it all up!

How do you know? I feel pretty good about it.

You fucked it all up!

Oh, don't worry.

I think it's gonna be fine.

How do you know? You don't know that.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

United States. New York, New York.

Danke.

Look, this whole thing has been to feel me out.

Would I swap one for one and which one?

But I said "No, two for one."

So they know where we stand.

Yeah, what if they think about it and say, uh...

"Forget it! You keep our guy, we keep your guys"?

Well, then I have fucked it all up.

Hey, honey! It's me.

Yeah. The fishing's been great.

I'm in London, just for one more meeting, then I'm on my way home.

Yeah, yeah, I remember that marmalade.

It's that shop right by Regent's Park.

All right, I will if I have the time.

Hey, can I say hi to Roger?

Could I say hi to the girls?

Is anyone not busy?

Have they even noticed I'm not around?


(SNIFFLING)

(PHONE RINGING)


We're on.

Two for one.

Hot dog. (ALL LAUGH)

Let's have a drink.

One wrinkle. What is that?

They won't release Pryor with Powers, not at the bridge.

They'll release him at the same time.

When the Russians give us Powers on the bridge, they'll release Pryor over Checkpoint Charlie.

What does that mean?

I think it means, "We wanna have the last word."

But they will do it.

You tell me. You felt them out.


Where are they?

Where's our guy? Where's our guy?

They're late.

Nobody's late. We're early.

May I? Yeah.

(SNIFFLING)

JAMES: Hoffman.

HOFFMAN: Yeah?

JAMES: I think they have...

HOFFMAN: What?

...snipers.

HOFFMAN: Well, I'm sure they do.

How are you sure they do?

Because we have snipers.

Step out, sir.

Jim.

Dear Jim.

(CHUCKLES) How are you?

Happy to see you.

Have you arranged all this for me?

Well, let's see what this is before I... I take credit for it.

Any word about Pryor from Checkpoint Charlie?

(DOG BARKING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING IN GERMAN)

Nothing cooking yet.

Excuse me, sir.

This is Lieutenant Joe Murphy, United States Air Force, here to identify Powers.

Lieutenant Murphy.

Sir.

There may be a slight glitch.

I was a young man when I left.

Who will they find to identify me?

Well, I hope it's not your East German family.

I doubt they could identify each other.

(WHISTLING)


Looks like our party.

Well, let's go.

You can stay here, Donovan.

Not likely.

Open the gate.

What do you think will happen when you get home?

Uh, I think...

I'll have a vodka. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah.

Yeah.

But, Rudolf, is there not the possibility...

That my people are going to shoot me?

Yes.

You're not worried? Would it help?

To answer your question, my friend, I acted honorably. I think they know that.

But sometimes people think wrong.

People are people.

Let's see how they greet me.

What can I look for?

If I'm embraced or just shown the back seat.


(SPEAKING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

ABEL: Da.

(CONVERSING IN RUSSIAN)

Take off the hat.

Hey, Powers.

Hey, Murph.

Yeah, that's Powers.

SCHISCHKIN: All right, Mr. Donovan. We go now!

Hang on.

Believe me, I will tell you.

There's no one here.

They're releasing another man at Checkpoint Charlie.

We're just confirming that he's there.

SCHISCHKIN: Now!

As per plan, if you please.

(SNIFFLING) Let's go.

Pryor will show up or he won't. Let's go.

They're waiting to see if we'll do it without him.

We just have to stand here, show them we won't.

I don't give a shit what they want.

We have our objective. Go ahead, Abel.

Go ahead, sir. You can go.

If it is not to plan, we go home.

We exchange now or we go home!

You're waiting for another man? Yup.

You want him, too.

I want him.

Doesn't matter what he wants, sir.

I'm in charge and you are free to go.

Please go. Walk across.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I can wait.


It's something. I'm not sure yet.

Hang on!


(WHISPERS) Let's go.

We got him!

Uh, I, uh...

I sent you a gift, Jim.

It's a... It's a painting.

I hope it has some meaning to you.

I'm sorry. I didn't think to get you a gift.

This is your gift.

This is your gift.

(SNIFFLING)


You okay?

Let's go, let's go, let's go!


Mr. Donovan.

Colonel Abel asked me to give this to you.

Pardon me, sir.

Were you in charge of this thing, sir?

Yeah. Well, I gotta thank you.

I gotta thank somebody.

I gave them nothing. I gave them nothing.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter what people think.

You know what you did.


(BOTH EXCLAIMING)

Welcome home.

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

What a trip.

(KISSES)

MARY: Mmm.

JAMES: Mmm.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Did you get the marmalade? Yes, yes.

Yep. Yep.

I did.

As ordered. (CHUCKLES)

(GASPS) Jim.

This is from Arno's. So?

On the corner! Well, honey, I was busy.

I'm sorry. We were so busy. Oh, for Pete's sake.

How's Roger? Is he home? He's home.

Carol's home, Peggy's home. Everyone's home.

CAROL: Mom! Come quick! Look!

Mom, come here! PEGGY: Mom, come here!

ROGER: Come see this! Look! Watch! PEGGY: Come on!

Francis Gary Powers has been released from prison in the Soviet Union and turned over to American authorities early this morning in Berlin.

The President has commuted the sentence of Rudolf Abel.

Mr. Abel has been deported and has been released in Berlin.

Efforts to obtain Mr. Powers' release had been underway for some time.

In recent efforts, the United States government has had the cooperation and assistance of Mr. James B. Donovan, a New York attorney.

Frederic L. Pryor, an American student held by East German authorities since August of 1961...

I thought Daddy was fishing.

For salmon.

Abel now has disappeared into the communist world.

Powers is here, answering questions.

And Donovan has gone back to his law practice.

And now, here is George Fenneman, speaking for the Douglas Fir Plywood Association.