Army Intelligence

Major Ben Marco :

Colonel!

Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

Ben. May I come in for a minute? 

Major Ben Marco :

Oh, please do. Of course. 

Come on in. May I ask The Colonel : 

(a) Is this an Official visit? And 

(b) May I mix You a drink? 

Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

(a) Yes, it is, and 

(b) You certainly may.

Major Ben Marco :

 Scotch all right? 

Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

Fine. My God, where'd 

ya get all the books? 

Major Ben Marco :

I... I got A Guy picks 'em out for 

me at random. Water all right? 

Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

Fine. 

Major Ben Marco :

He's in, uh... San Francisco. 

A little bookstore out there. 

And, uh... he ships 'em to me, 

wherever I happen to be stationed.

Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

Have you read them all? 

Major Ben Marco :

Yeah. They'd also make 

great insulation against 

An Enemy attack. 

But The Truth of the matter is that 

I'm just interested, you know, in 

Principles of Modern Banking 

and The History of Piracy, 

The Paintings of Orozco, 

Modern French Theatre,

 The Jurisprudential Factor of

The Mafia administration, 

Diseases of Horses and 

The Novels of Joyce Cary and 

Ethnic Choices of The Arabs. 

— Things like that. 

Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

Ben.

Major Ben Marco :

Sir. 

Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

The Army's got a lot of things wrong with it, 

but it does Take Care of its own people, 

which is why I'm here -- as a 

Public-relations Officer, 

You're a disaster. 

Major Ben Marco 

I never wanted The Job. 

Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

You permitted The Secretary to make 

unfortunate remarks to that idiot, Iselin, 

which started him off on a rampage. 

Major Ben Marco :

Listen to Me, please. For months, 

I've been driven out of my mind 

by a recurring dream. 

Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

The Medical Officer... 

Major Ben Marco :

What the hell does The Medical Corps 

know about intelligence work? 

I tell you, there's something phoney 

about Me, about Raymond Shaw, about 

the whole Medal of Honor business. 

For instance, when The Psychiatrist asked me 

how I felt about Raymond Shaw and how 

the whole patrol felt about him, 

did you hear what I said? Really hear? 

I said ‘Raymond Shaw is the 

kindest, warmest, bravest, 

most wonderful human being 

I've ever known.’ 

And even now I feel that way, and yet, 

somewhere in the back of my mind, 

something tells me it's not True. 

It's just not True. 

It isn't as if Raymond's hard to like. 

He's impossible to like! In fact, 

he's probably one of the most 

repulsive human beings I've ever 

known in my whole... all of My Life. 

Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

What I came to tell you is Public Relations 

has bounced you back to me. 

And in your present state, 

there's no possible way 

I can use You. 

As of This Moment, I'm 

placing You on Sick Leave. 

Go away, Ben. 

Find yourself a girl. 

Lie in the sun. 

Major Ben Marco :

I absolutely refuse. 

Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

You don't seem to understand. 

What I've just told you is not 

a suggestion, Major. 

It is An Order. 

Major Ben Marco 

Yes, sir. 

Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence 

Good night, Ben. 

A Normally-Conditioned American

Zilkov :

Raymond Shaw, please.

Raymond Shaw :

This is he. 

Dr. Zilkov :

Raymond. Why don't you pass the 

time by playing a little solitaire?

— Raymond :

Raymond Shaw :

Yes, sir. 

Zilkov :

Can You see The Red Queen?

Raymond Shaw :

Yes, sir. 

Zilkov :

Good. One week from next Saturday, 

You will be called for at 11.10 am and taken 

to The Timothy Swardon Sanitarium, 

84 East 61st Street --

We want you there for 

a checkup. Is that clear?

Raymond Shaw :

Yes, sir. 

Zilkov :

You may put The Cards away 

now. Goodbye, Raymond. 

Secretary : 

Mr Gaines. It's Mr Shaw. He was run down 

in The Street by a hit-and-run driver. 

It just came over The A.P.

Holborn Gaines :

Good Heavens! Find out what 

hospital he's in and call them. 

See if there's anything 

We can Do to Help. 

Nurse :

....You're Welcome. Bye. 

That was Mr Gaines from his newspaper. 

He said to Tell Him to Take it Easy 

and Not to Worry about A Thing. 

Dr. Yen Lo :

Which of course You will not 

Tell him on the chance 

it is some sort of 

prearranged code.

Dr. Yen Lo :

Comrade Zilkov?

Zilkov :

Yes? 

Dr. Yen Lo :

Yen Lo. Pavlov Institute. 

Zilkov :

Doctor. An Honour and a Pleasure. 

(to His Staff) You may go --

(after they have gone)

When Did You arrive? 

Dr. Yen Lo :

I was flown in last night 

under Embassy quota. 

Revolting journey. 

Ah, Raymond. It's nice 

to see you again. 

Raymond Shaw :

It's nice to see you again, sir. 

Zilkov :

We're going through this elaborate 

procedure simply out of precaution

in case there are any visitors. 

Although I cannot imagine 

who will visit Raymond.

Dr. Yen Lo :

Attractive flat you have here.

Zilkov :

Thank you, Doctor. 

It's actually a rest-home 

for wealthy alcoholics. 

We were able to purchase it three years ago. 

Except for this floor and the one above, 

which we sealed off for security purposes, 

the rest functions normally. 

It is one of the few Soviet operations in America that 

showed a profit at the end of the last fiscal year. 

Dr. Yen Lo :

Profit? Fiscal year? 

Beware, my dear Zilkov. 

The virus of Capitalism 

is highly infectious. 

Soon, you'll be lending 

Money out at interest! 

You must try, Comrade Zilkov, 

to cultivate a sense of Humour. 

There's nothing like a good laugh now and 

then to lighten the burdens of the day. 

Tell me, Raymond. Do you remember 

murdering Mavole and Lembeck? 

Raymond Shaw :

I beg your pardon, sir? 

Dr. Yen Lo :

Mavole and Lembeck. 

The men who were 

lost on The Patrol. 

Can you recall what 

happened to them? 

Raymond Shaw :

Yes, sir. It was a very clear action for a night action. 

Captain Marco sent up some low flares, so 

it was easy to see what was happening. 

Bobby Lembeck got separated to 

The Left. Mavole went after him. 

By the time he reached him, 

The Enemy had a fix on the position. 

They were killed instantly by a high mortar shell. 

I don't think they ever knew what hit 'em. 

Dr. Yen Lo :

Do you realise, Comrade, the implications of 

The Weapon that has been placed at your disposal?

 You may remove your head bandage, Raymond. 

A normally conditioned American 

who has been Trained to Kill, and then 

to have no memory of having Killed. 

Without memory of his deed, he cannot possibly feel guilt. 

Nor will he, of course, have any reason to fear being caught. 

Having been relieved of those uniquely American symptoms, 

guilt and fear, he cannot possibly give himself away. 

Our Raymond will remain an 

outwardly normal, productive, sober and 

respected member of The Community. 

And I should say, if properly 

used, entirely Police-proof. 

His brain has not only been washed, 

as they say, it has been dry-cleaned. 

Thank you, Raymond. You may 

replace your head bandage. 

Sealed floors or no, You will permit him 

to have visitors, to avoid suspicion.

Dr. Zilkov :

Of course. 

Dr. Yen Lo :

My specialists are being flown in tonight. 

It will take about a week, working between 

visiting hours, to check The Mechanism out. 

It's been, after all, two years since 

The Conditioning took place. 

You want to be sure The Linkages 

are still functioning correctly 

before he's turned over to 

his American operator. 

Ach! Now, Comrade, 

if You will excuse me. 

Dr. Zilkov :

Where are you going? 

Dr. Yen Lo :

Since I can do nothing until my specialists arrive, 

I had thought to spend the afternoon at Macy's. 

Madame Yen has given Me 

the most appalling list.....

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Dr. Yen Lo :

No, no. I personally guarantee it. 

He is ready to be turned over 

to his American operator. 

Dr. Zilkov :

And I, being personally responsible for Soviet security 

in the entire Eastern seaboard of the United States, 

refuse to turn him over to His Operator 

until at least one practical test has been run. 

You say the man has been built as an assassin. 

Very well, then. Let him assassinate someone. 

Dr. Yen Lo :

I'm shocked that a security officer with the responsibility 

you hold would risk A Mechanism as valuable 

as Raymond out of sheer nervousness. 

Dr. Zilkov :

You yourself admit the man has 

not killed for over two years. 

I assure you, Doctor, conditions offering 

minimum risk can be arranged. 

Dr. Yen Lo :

Alright. If you insist on this foolishness, 

have him kill one of your people in here. 

Dr. Zilkov :

I would, I would gladly. But our Table of 

Organisation is under acceptable strength. 

Why can't we be reasonable about this? 

Why can't he kill some non-productive 

person on The Outside? 

Dr. Yen Lo :

Very well, then. But for his own protection, 

he must be instructed that if he is ever, at any time, 

discovered at The Scene of An Assignment, this 

other person, or persons, must also be killed. 

Dr. Zilkov :

Alright. Alright, Doctor! 

Whom do you think he should kill? 

Dr. Yen Lo :

With humour, my dear Zilkov! 

Always with a little humour. 

If kill we must for a better New York, 

why should it not be... his superior at 

the newspaper, Mr... Holborn Gaines? 

With Mr Gaines out of the way, might he not then 

be given that very influential job himself?