t stand much lookin' into.
Long as you and me love each other,
Stevie, that's the important thing.
Um... And Mr. Verloc...
Does he love me?
Course he does, Stevie!
He's a good man, Mr. Verloc.
Go on. Get up! Get up!
Takings very small today.
That's the least
of my worries.
I've been called
to a meeting tomorrow.
At the Russian embassy.
It can't be
anything good.
- Come to bed.
- Mmm.
I thought I was never
gonna get rid of'em tonight.
All those wretches.
Mr. Michaelis is a nice man.
He can afford to be.
He's found that old duchess
or whatever she is to support him.
And Ossipon?
He'll want for nothing.
As long as there are
silly girls in the world...
with savings bankbooks.
That boy isn't fit
to hear what's said here.
- He doesn't know any better.
Thinks it's all true.
- Mmm.
It's bad enough him having to get
used to Mother being gone.
What did she want to go
and do that for?
Perhaps it's just as well.
He's such a good boy.
I couldn't do without him.
Would you like to...
Or shall I put the light out?
Yeah.
Put the light out.
Ah, yes.
You stole us the plans of the breech-block
off their field gun, did you not?
I did.
How much
did you get for that?
- Five years' hard labor.
- That'll teach you to get caught.
Sit down.
Now, you purport to be
a desperate...
socialist or anarchist,
am I right?
- Anarchist.
- Very corpulent for
an anarchist, aren't you?
- What's that?
- "Overweight anarchist"...
seems to me to be something
of a contradiction in terms.
How long have you been
drawing pay from this embassy?
Eleven years.
I've read all the reports
you sent us last year...
and I must say...
I'm at a loss to understand
why you wrote them at all.
Only three months ago, I sent you warning
of a plan to assassinate the grand duke...
on his visit to Paris!
The French police assure us
your information was
exaggerated and inaccurate.
And don't shout.
The Secret Service is, by its nature,
difficult to describe.
But I can certainly tell you
something it is not.
It is not a philanthropic institution.
You are supposed to be
agent provocateur.
I cannot think
what you have provoked.
Except for my irritation.
I brought you in to tell you
that from now on, I expect you
to start earning your money.
The good times are over.
No work, no pay.
You summoned me here
with a most peremptory letter.
This is only the third time
I have been here in 11 years...
and the first time
I've arrived...
through the front door
in broad daylight!
You seem to have no regard
for my safety whatsoever.
Your safety is your affair.
If I were seen coming here,
it would destroy my usefulness.
If you cease to be useful...
Let me assure you of this...
You shall be chucked.
I take it you know about
the international conference in Milan.
I read the newspapers.
Then you will have observed...
that the debate on the suppression
of international terrorism...
has been entirely inconclusive.
The British government
in particular is reluctant...
to abandon its absurd
and sentimental policy...
of offering asylum to
so-called political refugees.
Your damned friends have only
to fill in an application.
It means I can keep them
all under my eye.
More to the point,
I want them under lock and key.
I want them handed back to us
so that we can deal with them properly.
The absence of a system...
of a rational repression
in this country is a scandal.
I have decided that this is...
the correct
psychological moment...
to instigate
such a repression.
This is why
I've sent for you.
What I want is
a series of outrages.
Not necessarily sanguinary.
I'm not a butcher.
But startling.
An attack, for example...
upon the fetish of the hour.
Now, what do you suppose
that that might be?
Well, I don't know.
Then pay attention.
I will try not to talk
above your head.
The