Top Secret! Page #2

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a man known as "The Torch."

Until then, wait at

the Howard Johnson's.

It's on the corner of Der Fuehrer

Strasse and Goebbels Platzen.

Good luck, kind sir,

and God be with you.

Wait.

You dropped your phony dog poo.

What phony dog poo?

Souvenirs, novelties,

party tricks.

Driver, why have we stopped here?

This isn't the Howard Johnson's.

Good evening.

A table for two, please.

The name is Rivers.

Ah, yes, Mr. Rivers.

I have it right here.

But I'm afraid we require...

a jacket and tie

for the dining room.

If you like, we would be very happy

to provide you with one.

- Oh, that would be fine.

- Jurgen.

This way, sir.

Ah, General Streck,

Comrade Biletnikov.

I have your table ready for you.

Very good, Heinz.

As you know...

Comrade Biletnikov holds

a very high rank in the party.

We wish to afford him

every courtesy.

But of course, mein General.

Perhaps Comrade Biletnikov...

would be persuaded

to sing for us this evening.

I will take care of it.

Thank you.

Nick, I'm sorry I won't be able to

join you for dinner tonight.

I'm coming down with a sore throat,

so I've decided to turn in early.

Don't forget. You have to be

at the theater at 8:30.

- This doesn't help at all.

- Don't worry about it, Martin.

Go up to your room

and get some sleep.

- Is there anything you need?

- No, thanks.

I just wanted to make sure

you got those new arrangements.

Oh, yeah. I got them right here.

Oh, by the way...

I ordered that '84 Ripple Blanc

for you that they recommended.

- It's very good.

- Thanks.

Who do you favor

in the Virginia Slims tournament?

In women's tennis, I always

root against the heterosexual.

- Have you heard from Cedric?

- Yes, he was just here.

Wait in your hotel room.

He will meet you there.

This letter has to be

in New York by Tuesday.

Now go. Quickly.

Excuse me. I am sorry, madam...

but this evening is only

for guests of the cultural festival.

Your Ripple Blanc, sir.

I have explained to you...

Jurgen, escort this lady out.

Excuse me,

but this lady's with me.

Ah, Mr. Rivers.

A thousand pardons, madam.

After you, my dear.

You're just in time.

You know, I don't think I've ever

seen you looking so lovely.

Thank you.

That was very kind of you.

My pleasure. I was looking

for someone to dance with.

- You're an American.

- That's right.

- My uncle was born in America.

- Oh, really.

But he was one of the lucky ones.

He managed to escape in a balloon

during the Jimmy Carter presidency.

I bet he's got

a lot of great stories.

Yes.

He would tell me about all the

large houses and expensive cars...

and how the young people waste

their time watching television...

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