Funeral in Berlin

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Who's that playing the piano

with his elbows?

Coffee, love. Coffee.

That was a recording of Mozart's

Concerto in A Major

played by Viktor Bajevski,

the East German virtuoso

who yesterday escaped over the Berlin Wall.

Escape? They probably paid him to leave.

Hold on a minute.

...written in verse on a postcard.

- Hello?

- Round Robin calling Chaffinch.

- Chaffinch, are you receiving me?

- What do you want, Chico?

Please observe security procedure.

On a Saturday morning, are you mad?

Bald Eagle wants to see you urgently

at his place.

Look, he's expecting you at 1200 hours.

Tell Ross...

I'll be late.

- Why try to be so insubordinate?

- Why don't you go back to bed?

- Shan't be long, Mrs. Mead.

- Mrs. Ross?

My name's Palmer.

Oh, yes, of course. My husband's

expecting you.

Darling. Your Mr. Palmer.

- Morning, sir!

- Good afternoon, Palmer.

- I'm taking the Bentley.

- To the butcher?

- Yes, Mini's had a breakdown.

- Don't get blood on the coachwork.

How can you work for that dreadful man?

Loyalty.

- I like weeds.

- Yes, they're easy to grow.

Not at all.

You have to keep the flowers out, defend

the strong against the weak.

A garden should be like a country lane,

a place you can walk in.

Not with flower beds laid out

like a cemetery.

I agree. Why did you send for me?

- Thistles.

- I beg your pardon?

I've got a lot of thistles.

They attract butterflies.

You should see this place

in the summertime.

Stok...Colonel Stok, KGB. Russian

Intelligence, Berlin Sector.

In charge of the Wall, unofficially.

You've been working since your promotion?

- Yes, sir. Well, I want to get on in life.

- Yes.

- Colonel Stok is thinking of defecting.

- Do we want him?

Yes, Palmer.

Where did you get this dubious

information from?

- Berlin. Johnnie Vulkan.

- Ah, yes.

I'll deal with this Monday morning.

Your plane leaves at 3:30 this afternoon.

Hallam of H.O. will give you a passport.

He's at 62 Wallington Road.

- Have you ever thought of it, sir?

- What?

Defecting.

I have.

- Have you found my cat?

- No, you've won the pools.

Ah, Ross's little man. Was that meant

to be a password, or simply a joke?

I didn't recognize you, dear boy,

in that gear.

- Have you a shilling?

- Eh?

- For the meter.

- I'll see.

I seem to have run out again.

Thank you.

I know I can pay you back.

I've got a jar of coppers...

somewhere...

Somewhere...

Never mind, forget it. I came

for the passport.

- I know, dear boy. Have some tea.

- I've got a plane to catch.

- You been back long?

- Where from?

- China.

- Is that another joke?

Very hush-hush.

I hope you appreciate this.

One of my lads stayed on till 2 a.m.

to get this ready for you.

- Dorf?

- What's wrong with that?

Edmund Dorf?

All the best Englishmen

have foreign names.

Sorry, I don't feel like an Edmund Dorf.

Charming. What do you feel like?

Rock Hunter. Can't I be Rock Hunter?

No, you aren't the type.

You'll take what you get.

Alright, as long as it's not a useless

Foreign Office forgery.

I know what you mean. The chap

at the F.O. does it with his feet!

Have a cup of tea. Darjeeling!

No, thanks, I've got to go.

Give my love to Berlin! I was there

with Monty in '45.

So that's why the Germans surrendered!

- Yes?

- That's mine, that's mine, and this is.

Will you open this one, please?

They're...samples. They're all samples.

- I'm a...salesman. You see?

- OK, then. Thank you.

- Mr. Dorf?

- Yes?

On behalf of the company, welcome

to Berlin. Can I help?

- Did you have a pleasant flight?

- Yes.

- Harry Palmer, it's good to see you.

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