Moore.
I'm not drunk, I'm not stoned
and this isn't a crank call.
I gotta come down there
right away, but your operator...
She won't give me your address.
What did you say
your name was, again?
Jonathan Moore.
And what's your problem?
- [Gun Cocking]
- Put the phone down. Hurry!
Let me see your hands.
Step outside the booth.
Hands behind your head.
What's going on?
- [Officer]
Shut up.
- That's him. I'll kill him!
That son of a bitch tried
to wreck my car!
Relax. We'll handle this.
You have the right
to remain silent.
If you give up
the right to remain silent,
anything you say...
can and will
be used against you
in a court of law.
Dad, you gotta
listen to me.
No, you gotta listen.
You know what you put
your mother and me through?
I'm at a police station at 4:00
in the morning, and she's
popping Valiums like M & M's.
That guy Bronski?
He's gonna sue you.
No, he's gonna sue me.
I'm responsible. You know
what your insurance rates
are gonna be?
You know how much money
this is gonna cost me?
I thought
he was chasin' me.
He was chasing you.
You ran him off the road.
He wanted to kick your ass.
"I" want to kick your ass.
I thought he was
a K.G.B. From Russia.
What?
I thought he was
K.G.B. From Russia.
He's a C.P.A. From Encino.
What are you, crazy?
Yeah, maybe I am.
I know
you're a good kid.
Just get yourself
into a drug program, okay?
Yeah. Okay.
- What you got?
- Nothin'.
- Johnson?
- Nothin'.
Shit. Let's go.
[Sighs]
The kid must have it
on him.
[Ringing]
Duty officer.
This is Jonathan Moore.
I talked to you last night,
but we got cut off.
Yes.
I really need
your help.
I got this roll of film
from this girl in East Berlin.
I think it has
spy stuff on it.
Uh-huh.
This morning, some guys
trashed my apartment
looking for it.
Did they get it?
No, they didn't find it.
You should see this place.
They went through everything.
- We believe you.
- You do?
The agency is going to help you.
Just stay where you are, and
we'll send someone to get you.
No, I can't do that.
I don't know who anybody is.
Anybody could come here
and say they're the C.I.A.
I gotta come to you.
All right. Calm down.
Our address is
444 Flower Street, suite 700.
Do you have the film,
or is it hidden?
No, I have it.
But there's something else.
My girlfriend...
Her name's Sasha Banicek...
She's in trouble.
She's still in East Berlin.
Don't worry about her.
We'll take care of everything.
You're bringing the film
with you, right?
Yeah, I'm on my way.
- "All right."
We'll see you.
- [Hangs Up Phone]
He's coming in.
Hi.
Hi.
I'm Jonathan Moore.
I'm supposed
to see somebody.
I'll be with you
in a moment.
[Man Laughing]
- "[Woman Laughing]"
- [Continues Laughing]
[Beeps]
Jonathan, dear,
it's Mother.
I got the number
of the Brentwood Drug
Rehabilitation Center.
It's 555-4731.
Please call them, darling.
Remember: It's your life.
[Machine Beeps]
This is Sasha.
I'm at "Bonawenture"Hotel.
Call me there
as soon as you can.
[Man]
What the hell's goin'on
in here?
What happened?
You're not gonna believe this.
It's happening to me,
and I don't believe it.
I'm listening.
After I left you in Paris,
Sasha and I went to Berlin.
I know.
Yeah. Then we went
to East Berlin.
East Berlin?
For what?
For this.
They don't sell film
in West Berlin?
- We didn't buy it.
We picked it up.
- What's on it?
It's got some
spy information or something.
Whatever it is, it's important.
"Spy information"?
Sasha picked up the film.
She must've planted it on me,
because I didn't know I had it
until I got here.
- These Russians have been
following me from East Berlin...
- The Russians did this?
No, the C.I.A. Did this.
The C.I.A.?
Yeah. I think
Sasha's one of'em.
I went down
to the C.I.A. Office,
and there she was sittin'
in this room drinkin' coffee...
with the same guys
that