Mission Impossible (1966) s04e21 Episode Script

Commander Patterson was being blackmailed by a group of enemy agents.
They were after the unscrambler code for the radio telephones here at the embassy.
Something went wrong and they killed him.
Well, how did Patterson get involved in the first place? Through Lady Weston.
Seduction and blackmail.
They're her weapons and she's expert with them.
Yes, but it's not Lady Weston we're after.
It's her boss.
He's the head of all enemy espionage against the United States in Europe.
And all we have on him so far is his code name: K.
Our plan is to have Lady Weston lead us to him.
- How well do you know her? - Socially.
Lord Weston likes to show her off.
You know, old man, young wife.
I'm sure he suspects nothing.
- He'll be hurt.
- And she's hurt a lot of people.
How will you approach her? Oh, she'll zero in on me as your new communications officer.
It's Paris who may have a problem.
We have cooperation from Washington.
We'll need a communications setup here in the embassy.
Yes, we'll use this office.
Oh, here are the invitations to the brunch at the Westons' tomorrow.
Good.
Are you keeping the local police informed? No.
No, British intelligence has given us a free hand.
We're on our own.
Anything? As you can see, it's hopeless.
The Americans are using a broad frequency spectrum.
And Patterson should not have been killed before he told us how to adjust the unscrambler to compensate for it.
He would have told us if Rorke hadn't been so anxious to kill him.
Patterson was dangerous.
I acted on orders from K.
You lied to K.
You like to kill.
Maybe you like what you do too, Lady Weston.
Hello.
I'm Bill Fulton.
I thought I'd have a look at the famous Weston stables before I joined the party.
- I hope you don't mind.
- Of course not.
- I'm Cora Weston.
- How do you do? You're one of the new embassy people my husband told me about.
I'm the new protocol officer at your service.
- Fetlock? - Broken.
I was advised to destroy him.
Instead, you've been nursing him.
- May I? - Of course.
Your vet did a good job.
But it took more than that to save his life.
You're a lucky fellow.
The world hasn't run out of happy endings yet.
- There you are, my dear.
- Richard.
May I present Commander Monroe, United States Embassy? - How do you do? - Mr.
Rogers, you know.
Lady Weston.
- May I get you some wine? - Yes, please, dear.
Have you been enjoying yourselves here in London? Well, I'm afraid we really haven't had a chance.
Marvin's kept us so busy ever since we arrived, we haven't had a chance to see anything.
I see.
You must be Mr.
Fulton.
Yes, I am.
How do you do, Lord Weston? - You enjoying yourself? - Very much so.
I stopped by your stables and was very impressed.
- Do you ride? - No, I leave that to my wife.
I'm afraid it's far too strenuous for a man in his dotage.
- Will you excuse me? - Of course.
- Thank you, darling.
Please.
- Admiral.
Oh, Mr.
Fulton.
I presume you two know each other.
- Bill and I are old friends.
- Sure.
I was just explaining that you can't be bored here in London.
Name your vice, we have it.
Theatres, restaurants, gambling, discotheques, lovely ladies.
That's the one, lovely ladies.
And what's your vice, commander? Oh, I like lovely ladies, but, you know, through the years, I've been faithful to only one.
Unfortunately, she doesn't return the compliment.
- My unfaithful lady is luck.
- Oh, you're a gambler.
Have you been pursuing your lady here in London? I have indeed.
She's elusive as ever.
Perhaps you haven't looked in the right places.
I'd love to show you some time.
I think I'd like some more champagne.
Can I get you something? - No, no, I'm fine, thank you.
- Excuse me.
Is he really a high roller, or is he putting me on? No, he's not putting you on.
There's a kind of bitterness about him.
- Is he a loser, then? - What gambler isn't? Yes.
Yes.
Your mood has changed, Lady Weston.
- I'm sorry.
- It's all right, don't apologise.
I understand.
Would you like to get away from here? Autumn is my favourite season.
The colours make a promise.
- You're feeling better.
- A little.
We strive so hard and all we really want is this, isn't it? - This feeling of being at peace.
- It takes two, doesn't it? Always two.
Solitude's useless.
I need a shoulder, Bill.
A shoulder to cry on.
- What do you wanna cry about? - Nothing.
Everything.
The world's a failure, you know.
Someone, somewhere made a terrible mistake.
I'd like to try being in love.
I never have been, you know.
You and Lord Weston? We have a civilised relationship.
I'm to show off with, that's all.
Well, my shoulder is available any time you need it.
I'll remember that.
Good evening, Lady Weston.
K says you're to forget Fulton.
The communications officer is the important one.
You can't play them both.
Too complicated.
Do you understand? - Yes, yes.
I know.
- Good.
Too bad.
You might have had a little fun for yourself.
Hello, Lieutenant Commander Monroe speaking.
Lady Weston.
Well, how nice to hear from you.
I plan to be in town this evening, and there's a place I'd love to show you.
Conway's.
It's a discreet little gambling establishment for high rollers.
That is, if you're free.
Of course I'm free.
I'd love to.
For a cocktail, sounds good.
I'll see you then.
Goodbye.
- Conway's? - Conway's.
The table works on electromagnets.
Three-button control.
One for craps, one for seven, and one to make a natural impossible.
- When do you see Cora again, Paris? - Tomorrow morning.
- Any problems? - No, Jim, no.
She seems to be looking for someone.
Craps, pay the field.
An American bank.
I'm afraid I'll vouch for it, Mr.
Conway.
Thank you, Lady Weston.
Have a pleasant evening, commander.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Nine.
The point is nine.
Seven, a loser.
Place your bets, please.
New shooter coming up.
Here we go.
Come on, seven.
Come on, seven.
Seven, a winner.
- This is your night.
- Oh, I think this is our night.
These are the scripts for your end of the conversations.
You'll be talking with Peter Stone, chief of the Bureau of Intelligence for the State Department.
Yes, will Stone be standing by for these? No.
That was impossible, but he is recording his side of the conversations for us.
Craps, the loser.
That's ace, deuce, craps, the loser.
Same shooter coming out.
Coming fielding every row.
That's seven, a loser.
Craps, the loser.
My dice.
Come on, dice.
Now.
The hard four.
The winning number is four, four will win.
My four.
Now, four, baby, four.
Come on, four! Seven, a loser.
Place your bets, please.
New shooter coming out.
How did you get my address in town? I called your estate.
Your butler gave it to me.
As a matter of fact, I'm glad you dropped by.
I'm feeling rather down this morning.
Didn't you have a good time with Tom last night? - You've talked to him, then? - Yes.
He likes you very much.
We had a pleasant evening on the town, that's all.
- Did he tell you about it? - No.
I was spared the details.
The details involved a dinner, a show and darts at a pub near the tower.
A marvellous place.
They say Raleigh used to drink there.
You and I must go there sometime.
Do you like Tom? - He's handsome.
Mildly amusing.
- That's not what I asked you.
You talked about being in love.
Is it going to be Tom? It's not going to be anyone.
I need a little fun, that's all.
A little diversion.
Well.
I hope you find your little diversion.
Bill, don't go.
Why did you choose Tom? Because I was afraid to choose you.
- In the car, commander.
- What is all this? Look, no fuss, just get in the car.
My bank called your bank.
Two of the cheques you wrote were worthless.
You owe me $50,000.
You'll have to give me a little time, Mr.
Conway.
You have until tonight.
- Tonight? That's impossible.
- Is it? Let us be creative.
Suppose you had in your possession a certain item which I could sell to a third party for the $50,000 that you owe me.
Well, then, I would take that item in lieu of the cash.
I don't have any such item.
Tim, the man doesn't even know his own net worth.
Commander, I am talking about an unscrambler, adjusted to the proper frequency spectrum to unscramble messages on your embassy's radio telephones.
Yes, hello.
- Oh, yes, Tom.
What is it? - Cora, something's come up.
I'm in a great deal of trouble.
Can you see me tonight? Yes, of course, Tom.
- My flat at 8? - Good.
Goodbye.
You're meeting him? I don't want to offend him, but I'll end it as soon as I can.
- Ross here.
- Have you recorded Peter Stone yet? Good.
Stand by.
Tom, I'd do anything I could to help, but I just don't have that kind of money available.
Cora, I only need it for a couple of weeks.
I've got some coming in.
Richard treats me like a child.
I have to have all my bills sent to a solicitor.
- You expecting anyone? - No.
Then don't answer it.
I'd better see who it is.
What's the meaning of this? Get out of here or I'll call the police.
Sorry, Lady Weston, this gentleman owes us rather a lot of money.
He's told me.
He's also told me that he means to pay you.
Do you have it with you? No.
Well, then do you have the information? I can't get it.
I'm gonna kill you.
And I'm gonna enjoy doing it, commander.
Leave him alone.
I'll get you the money.
When? I can't let my husband know.
I'd have to make arrangements with the solicitor, but I'm sure I can do it.
Please, please don't hurt him.
She seems to care a great deal for you, commander.
Do you care for her too? Yes, of course I do.
Then you'd better get us what we want, or I'll turn Tim loose on you both.
Yes.
It will be all right, Cora.
It will be all right.
Yes.
Right.
Here's Jim now.
Washington.
I'm turning the adjusted unscrambler over to them in one hour.
We're on schedule here, so Right.
First conversation at 6 a.
m.
London time.
- Set? - Okay.
Have the embassy go on a new wavelength and scrambling code immediately.
- We'll stay on the old wavelength.
- Right.
The unscrambler.
- Jim, how did she handle herself? - She's a very talented young lady.
And a very misguided one.
She's totally committed, Paris.
You aren't her target, but as soon as you are, she'll treat you as coldly As I'm going to treat her.
That's right.
One unscrambler.
Good.
Yes, Stone.
I've read the Teletype on Bill Fulton, but it's hard to believe what with Fulton being control.
Control or not, I'm pressing for Fulton's immediate arrest.
But Fulton's the protocol officer.
A cover, and a bloody good one too.
No, Cora, Fulton is their new control, which means that all American espionage in Western Europe goes through him.
And not only that, but from these conversations, he's in bad trouble with his own people.
Now, this is Peter Stone's private number at the State Department.
Stone here.
Yes, Peter, this is Marv Rogers again.
Look, I've briefed the ambassador.
Now, he wants to know just when you think Fulton stole that money.
During the Asian operation he organised so brilliantly.
Well, it fell apart, and the reason it fell apart is that Fulton never paid the foreign agents involved.
We think he got away with over $3 million.
Where is the money now? We haven't traced it yet.
That's the reason I've been pressing for his immediate arrest before he can get to the money.
Well, thank you very much, Peter.
I'll pass it on.
I've got to talk to K.
Come on, Cora, call.
Let's get this over with.
- Hello.
- Bill, darling.
Can you meet me at my flat tonight about 10-ish? - Yes, Cora, I'll be there.
- Okay.
Bye, sweetheart.
It's been such a long day, darling.
I couldn't wait to see you.
- A drink? - All right.
Scotch, rocks.
Bill, I want you to know something.
I have a lot of friends in England, and if you're in any kind of trouble, I can help you.
What do you mean, trouble? Now who on earth can that be? - Tom.
- Cora.
Cora, I'm so glad you're home.
I've been trying to call you all afternoon.
Hello, Tom.
I just stopped by for a drink.
You did what? Cora invited me by for a drink.
- Why don't you join us, Tom? - Oh, sure, that would be very good.
We could all have a little love-in, couldn't we? There's no need to get abusive.
Don't you tell me to be abusive or not.
You're a tramp.
You're drunk.
Let's go home and sleep it off.
Don't tell me what to do.
She's a tramp.
- Easy, relax.
- Get your hands off me.
- Now, Tom - Don't you "Tom" me.
He's dead.
Are you sure he's dead? Yes, I'm sure.
He's There was no reason.
- It's all so senseless, so awful.
- We've got to get him out of here.
Do you have a blanket or something that we can wrap him in? It's my fault.
No.
We're tied together now.
I hope you really feel that way because there's no reason for pretence now.
Rorke, come in and bring the tape.
What is this? Bill, I'm not just the flirtatious young wife of an English peer.
Mr.
Fulton.
- Bill, try to understand - Understand what? - Who is he? - His name is Rorke.
- We work together.
- Work? Cora, explain this to me.
Stone here.
Yes, Peter, this is Marv Rogers again.
Look, I've briefed the ambassador.
Now, he wants to know just when you think Fulton stole that money.
During the Asian operation he organised so brilliantly.
Well, it fell apart, and the reason it fell apart is that Fulton never paid the foreign agents involved.
We think he got away with over $3 million.
- Where is the money now? - We haven't traced it yet.
That's the reason I've been pressing for his immediate arrest before he can get to the money.
Well, thank you very much, Peter.
I'll pass it on.
Tom gave you the unscrambler, didn't he? Poor fool.
He was as stupid as I was.
Bill, it didn't start that way with us.
I didn't know who you were.
Too bad you didn't.
Tom would still be alive.
All right, what do you want? You heard the tape.
They're going to arrest you.
No one's going to arrest me.
You see, I didn't steal any money.
Whether you did or not, Peter Stone is out to get you and he will.
My employers want to arrange asylum for you.
Sure, in return for everything I know about American espionage.
I'll go with you.
We can be together.
Cora, can't you stop selling yourself? Or has it become a reflex? You understand a two-way mirror, Mr.
Fulton.
We always take pictures whenever Cora's here.
We never know how we're going to use the film.
And I have some beautiful pictures of what's been going on here.
You really are something.
It's a rotten world, I told you.
I'm not going to apologise.
How clean are your hands? You're American Control.
How much misery are you responsible for? All right, Cora, you win.
I'll deal.
- I can offer you up - Never mind that.
You're not qualified to negotiate.
Your talents lie in other areas.
I'll talk to the big one.
The one your people call K.
No one else.
I'll see if I can arrange it.
Walk along Yalmouth Lane tomorrow at 10:00.
I'm sure you realise that if I arrange for you to meet K and anything goes wrong, he'll kill us both.
- Are you ready? - Yes.
- Shall we go, then? - All right.
I'm sorry, this is necessary.
Take the blindfold off.
I want Mr.
Fulton to be as comfortable as possible.
After all, we're on the same side now.
So you're K.
That's marvellous.
I think we'll be more comfortable in the other room, Mr.
Fulton.
Won't you sit down? I believe you two know each other.
As a matter of fact, quite well, I understand.
You should be flattered, Mr.
Fulton.
I believe this is the first time Cora has ever become so involved in her work.
Can I offer you a drink? - Scotch and soda.
- Cora? No, thank you, Richard.
There is nothing very complicated in the arrangements we have to make, Mr.
Fulton.
We intend to be generous with you.
Assuming our terms meet with your approval, you will be taken directly from here to a cove on the Scottish coast.
From there, a submarine will take you to a new life.
We've located K.
Call Scotland Yard and then get Paris out.
Right, Jim.
Hello, Stone here.
The ambassador wants a definite answer on Fulton immediately.
All arrangements have been made for a secret NATO meeting.
We have to know whether to include Fulton in or not.
In.
- You've cleared him, then? - Of all malfeasance, yes.
As of now, it appears that his crime was no more serious than trusting the wrong courier.
Considering the circumstances, Lord Weston, your terms are more than fair.
I'm ready to leave for Scotland at once.
Splendid.
- What is it? - Excuse me, sir.
I don't think you'll be leaving for Scotland just yet, Mr.
Fulton.
As a professional, I'm sure you will appreciate the possibilities.
We want you at that conference.
No.
I've made my decision to leave.
- I want to leave.
- I tell you what, Mr.
Fulton.
If you stay for the conference, I'll double your money.
Furthermore, Cora will be completely available to you.
Or not, as you choose.
Take Mr.
Fulton back to London.
You did very well, Cora.
I have several other projects in mind for you now.
I'm through.
Oh, you'll get over it.
Hello, Weston here.
Anderson, how are you? What? Really? Thank you.
I appreciate your calling.
Hello, gate.
Stop Fulton.
Have him brought back here immediately.
What's the matter? That was Anderson, one of my Washington correspondents.
Knowing that Peter Stone and I are old friends, he thought it his duty to report to me that he was in the State Department when Peter Stone happened to drop dead at his desk.
There was quite a commotion.
The interesting thing is that Stone died 20 minutes ago.
- But that was before - Yes, before this.
Something must have gone wrong.
- Come on, Paris, let's go.
- You go ahead.
Get the word out that it's Weston.
I'm going back for Cora.
Fulton was a plant.
The conversations were phoneys.
It was all a plot to find out who I was.
You were used, Cora.
Used most outrageously.
No, I don't believe it.
Cora, darling, I'm afraid you are through.
You let your emotions get the best of you.
What can I do? It's a pity, but your little romance is going to have a tragic ending.
Rorke, open the door.
Come on, Cora.
Well, it appears we have a bit of a standoff here, doesn't it? Not really, Lord Weston.
Scotland Yard will be here in a few minutes.
Yes.
I suppose you would have done that.
Well, after all, I've had 20 years of it.
That's really quite good in our line of business, wouldn't you say? Funny, that pretty little Cora should have been the instrument whereby It's remarkable you came back for her.
You didn't have to do that.
That's all we came back for.
Take her.
- Thank you for coming back for me.
- No thanks necessary.
- Where are you taking me? - Scotland Yard.
It will mean a lot of years.
I know.
I was through with them.
I really was.
It's just too late.