The Man with One Red Shoe

Yeah, yeah, mac. Whatever you say.

There she is. That's the car.

You look like a zebra.

I forgot the waterproof makeup.

- Everything set?

- It's in the car. Take the keys.

Give me the money.

The cocaine's in the tires.

We sail in an hour.

I'll be back.

Carson!

- Sir?

- Now.

- Cocaine!

- Cocaine!

- Cocaine!

- Cocaine!

The arrest of a CIA agent

in Morocco has the capital buzzing today.

A special Senate committee

has been called to investigate.

The facts are incontrovertible, Mr. Ross.

One of your agents was

involved in drug smuggling.

Caught red-handed.

As director of the CIA,

what have you to say about this?

Mr. Ross?

Mr. Ross, as director of the CIA,

what have you to say about this?

Mr. Chairman, I...

Excuse me.

Mr. Chairman, I haven't had the opportunity...

to review all the facts yet.

Mr. Ross, I am going to order

a full inquiry into this nefarious activity.

I will expect you to appear before

this select committee in 48 hours,

with the proper answers.

Yes, Senator.

- Mr. Ross, did they demand your resignation?

- No comment.

- Will Burton Cooper take your place?

- No comment.

Please! Ladies, gentlemen, please.

Mr. Cooper, will you replace Ross

as director of the CIA?

I think that anything that I might say

at this time would be premature.

The director's been given 48 hours.

By the end of that time there will be no doubt

what that man is made of, what he stands for.

- What does he stand for?

- I have nothing more to say.

- How'd it go, sir?

- Great.

I haven't felt this good

since I overthrew the government in Chile.

I thought Ross was gonna have that coronary.

He never should have gotten the job in the

first place. Should have gone to you, sir.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Maddy, I need a transcript

of that Senate hearing.

- You got him yet?

- He just pulled up to Ross's house.

Turn it up. I want to hear this.

I'm sorry, sir, but I can't imagine

Cooper being director of CIA.

- Brown, I don't want to talk about it.

- You taught him every trick he knows!

Brown, will you change the subject?

Come in, Brown, come in. Wipe your feet.

I can never get over

how beautiful it is here, sir.

Clean air, quiet. Boy, must be nice.

Yes, the country is wonderful. A haven.

You might say there's only one drawback -

the, uh... bugs.

You get them in the country?

We have them in the city - cockroaches.

Yes, but the bugs here...

are more of a nuisance.

They can cause quite a serious problem...

if they're not controlled.

But that's enough about bugs.

Let me show you my latest painting.

There's not a lot of

this particular artist's work around.

You notice the brush technique - the accented

strokes which give great energy to the form?

What's most interesting to note is that in his

earlier work he still emphasized drawing.

You can pick out the outlines

and contrasts of tone...

... this one. Notice how everything

becomes dissolved in a dazzle of light?

- We can talk now.

- Wow, what a character Cooper is.

- He's bugged your house, your garden.

- Brown!

I'm sorry, sir, but Cooper's

such a professional. He always has been.

I really thought we had him this time.

The marked money, the cocaine.

Cooper's smart, you gotta give him that.

He put it right back on you.

- Maybe you'd rather work for him.

- No, no.

I didn't think so.

Anyway, Cooper had his fun.

Now it's my turn.

- But I didn't ask you here to discuss art.

- No, sir.

There's someone arriving

at 5.30 this afternoon at Dulles Airport.

- I want you to meet him.

- You can depend on me, sir.

He'll need protection. Take Agents Virdon

and Reese with you. I trust them.

Brown,

we've got to nail Cooper.

I need this person to testify

on my behalf at the hearing.

He can clear up everything about Morocco.

I can't hear anything.

- Sounds like he knew he was being bugged.

- Maybe, maybe not.

We don't have much time.

Exactly 46 hours and 18 minutes

to find out who this guy is.

Sir, this man I'm meeting, the one

at the airport? Who is he, please?

- Pick anyone.

- I'm sorry, sir. What?

Don't ask me!

Brown, pick anyone.

Someone out of the crowd.

The more anonymous, the better.

Who you choose isn't important.

He'll be used to bait the hook.

All that matters is that Cooper swallows it.

United Airlines flight 179

from Denver now arriving gate 22B.

Brown, pick anyone.

It doesn't matter who.

Where's this guy coming from,

Mr. Brown?

Flight 800 from Chicago now arriving...

- He's coming from Chicago.

- He's coming in from Chicago.

- What's this guy look like?

- That's none of our concern.

The rabbi.

Brilliant! He ain't here

for no Bar Mitzvah, right?

One of the Sony softball team?

What if he doesn't show?

What if he got lost? What if he's sick?

What if you shut up?

The black dude?

The yuppie?

The nun with the shades?

She's a narc, right?

There he is.

Which one?

The man with one red shoe.

Hello. It's been a long time.

Excuse me. I, uh... I thought I knew you.

Richard!

- Richard!

- Honey, he can't hear you.

Richard!

- I just want to ask him something.

- Why can't you ask him tonight?

- Please, Morris?

- All right, all right, all right, all right.

I'm sorry. Oh.

Excuse me.

Uh... excuse me.

Subject:
Drew, Richard. Unarmed.

Buttock right, wallet - five dollars in change.

Quadriceps, left - bag of nuts.

Foot, left - one red shoe.

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