Enigma

Thank you, Comrade.

Good morning, Comrades.

It's good to be back.

So, you're back, Comrade. How was Finland?

Colder than Moscow, if you can believe it.

Alexei Granovski.

Expelled, 1978.

Present residence Norway.

Nikolai Samarin, expelled, 1979.

Present residence Madison, Wisconsin.

Alexander Menchikov.

Defected, 1981.

Present residence Los Angeles, California.

Yuri Golitsyn. Defected, 1978.

Present residence Osaka, Japan.

Mikhail Rikov.

Expelled, 1980. Present residence Israel.

Initial contact by December 20th.

Date of operation December 25th.

Any background I should know?

Well, he's American-born,

and his parents died in a car crash just after the war.

His only living relation was a grandmother in Dresden, East Germany.

That was before they built the wall.

She took him and raised him as rebellious as his father.

When she died, he came over.

Do we know how? Not a clue.

Too bad he has to do this one.

On the contrary, he's perfect for it.

It contains a day-by-day record of illegal seizures of torture,

official blackmail and so on.

And I'm gonna read you some extracts on this little jam on the air.

But, first, I wanna bring you up to date

on some important dissident activity in the Soviet Union.

Now, Michelle, I tell you we're clear to do this story on Sakharov.

- Okay. - It's gonna take about five minutes.

- Are we rolling, Bob? - Ready when you are.

This is Janos, here again, coming to you on Free World Radio.

The voice that speaks the truth.

You may have noticed in their papers recently, that I'm being called a thief.

They're saying I left East Berlin with certain treasures

belonging to the government of the Deutschland Democratic Republic.

Well, my friends, for once, they speak the truth.

I did, in fact, leave the country with certain treasures,

One of which is a very interesting and personal diary...

What's the Janos bit?

That's the name he operated under in Germany.

...it contains a day-by-day record of illegal seizures

of torture, of official blackmail

and I'm gonna read some extracts from this little gem on the air,

but first I wanna bring you up to date...

How did he get that kind of shit on the secret police?

Well, he came out of East Berlin

with a private file belonging to Kurt Limmer.

He got it from Limmer's mistress.

- The Limmer? - The Limmer.

Jesus.

Goddamn!

My God, you won't be satisfied until you give me a heart attack,

will you, old boy?

Kind of cold in here, huh?

Come on up here, Josh.

Come on up here.

Come on.

Oh, come on.

Here we go. Whoops! Come on, you're okay.

Getting old.

Still wet.

It's all right, we're the good guys.

You can tell because we usually wash our feet once or twice a week.

We were hoping you'd come out on top.

You're gonna hope I'm dead if you don't get your goddamn hands off my things.

Oh, I was just tidying up. Seemed so disorderly.

Yeah, well, you don't live here.

Hello, police...

He's not liable to interrupt us, is he?

Take a look for yourself.

Why don't you see to him.

Gently.

We don't want the French to think we're taking things into our own hands.

Hey!

We wanna make you a proposition.

If I wanted to work for you guys,

you'd have heard from me a long time ago.

Well, let me put it this way.

We need you, and, uh,

you need us.

Remember how the Bulgarians got Georgi Markov with a poison umbrella?

The next time Limmer goes for you,

he may not be so obvious.

Yeah. You were a big help tonight, I noticed.

Well, for an amateur, you were very impressive.

Would've been a pity to interfere.

The fee we have in mind is $200,000.

You could even afford a cleaning woman.

Half now and half later.

$300,000.

I didn't come West to get rich.

It may be one of the crosses you'll have to bear.

What we want you to do is worth a lot to us.

And even more to them.

The price of dissidence.

Now, what if I tell you, Alex,

that five expelled dissidents in different parts of the world,

all Russian and in good health,

were going to die the same day at exactly the same moment.

Nobody would be able to put a finger on how they died.

As a dissident, how do you read that?

Yes, they let over 14,000 go last year.

There's no way we can protect them all.

But we know that on Christmas morning,

five of them are going to die if we don't find a way to stop it.

It will be a Christmas card no dissident will ever be able to forget.

But the catch is, we don't know which five or where.

That's where you come in.

- Bonjour, Monsieur Bodley. - Bonjour.

Can I help you?

All this trouble for five people. I'm impressed.

I don't give a damn if it's five people or 50.

If the plan succeeds, it will make us look like fools

and make them feared for a generation.

And I care a lot about that.

You just restored my faith in the system.

Our one advantage, Alex, is that what's true inside the curtain,

is true outside, too.

They only know one way to function.

Check, record, document every detail.

It's a religion of paperwork.

And this is the high altar.

The man who's got the key to this, has the key to every move they make.

They don't all look like this.

Some are voice-controlled and small enough to fit into aircraft.

And some are attached to large computers.

But this is the heart of them all.

What is it, a radio?

No, it's a scrambler.

The Germans began it before World War II.

They called it the Enigma machine.

But the silicon chip has made it a different animal.

And it jumbles the original message so much

that without a similar circuit at the other end,

you can spend six months of computer time trying to decipher one message

and still get it wrong.

But that's only a mock-up.

What's it got to do with me?

Well, we want you to steal a real one and bring it back before December 25th.

Bruno?

This way.

I think he has some news about your father.

- Hi, Karen. - Hi.

It's probably over-emotional. We'll have to edit it.

I'm not worried about that as long as the legal citations are absolutely correct.

They are.

Bruno told me you had news about my father.

They moved him to a hospital outside Berlin.

We're circulating what has happened, but...

I'm not going to let him rot.

Neither are we, Karen.

But help us, don't push it. Stay out of trouble.

Someone you left behind?

She may be the main reason I'm going back.

Her father was a great teacher but he had a bad habit of telling the truth

so they put him away.

These are some of his papers, and, uh, you know,

if I get lost over there, I want you to make sure they get published.

Even if you have to hire a professional writer to polish them up, okay?

It's about time you showed up.

Well, sorry, Professor.

Associate Professor.

Now, look, I've taped 16 shows, and I mention the holidays,

so, make sure they're played in order.

Hmm, the professional.

Well, we better take a walk.

You got 10 minutes, and these walls are most unreliable.

Now, listen to me. These tapes are very carefully marked.

If you screw up, I hope they drop the bomb in your living room.

Oh, don't worry. The whole world will think you're sick in Paris.

I'm not worried about the whole world.

I'm worried about all the smiling travel agents at the other end of the line.

Stupid.

Well, I saw you standing there and I wanted to get in before you dragged me out.

- What's up? - Remember Janos?

He's coming home.

Pardon, monsieur.

We know of, uh, four machines not directly under Russian army control.

Two in the Russian Embassy.

And one in the Cultural Relations Office.

Do you know it? In the Centra Building.

Yeah, I know it.

And the other one is in the MiG at the Russian Air Attache.

It's kept under East German guard at a civil airfield.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Oh, come on, you know your way around East Berlin.

With the balls you've got,

the hard part won't be getting it.

It will be convincing them that nothing's been taken.

Yeah, sure.

I just wave my balls around like a magic wand, and it falls in my hand.

Then what?

These grids are highly sensitive to the power input.