02x16 - It's All Downhill from Here

[bunniefuu]

♪ Look at what's
happened to me ♪

♪ I can't believe it myself ♪

♪ Suddenly I'm up
on top of the world ♪

♪ It should have
been somebody else ♪

♪ Believe it or not
I'm walking on air ♪

♪ I never thought I
could feel so free ♪

♪ Flying away on a
wing and a prayer ♪

♪ Who could it be ♪

♪ Believe it or
not it's just me ♪

♪ Just like the
light of a new day ♪

♪ It hit me from
out of the blue ♪

♪ Breaking me out
of the spell I was in ♪

♪ Making all of my
wishes come true ♪

♪ Believe it or not
I'm walking on air ♪

♪ I never thought I
could feel so free ♪

♪ Flying away on a
wing and a prayer ♪

♪ Who could it be ♪

♪ Believe it or
not it's just me ♪

♪ Who could it be ♪

♪ Believe it or
not it's just me ♪♪

We have clear skies and warm temperatures
here at Squaw Valley, California...

for this weekend of
World Cup ski racing.

Squaw Valley is the last
stop on the tour this season.

And we have a close
race for the downhill title.

Competitors from 15 countries will
compete today in this nonstop event,

which can be described as just
a warm-up for tomorrow's final.

Today the racers will have the opportunity
to check out this downhill course...

Right now on the course
is young Hans Steinmach.

He's a hopeful on
the Swiss team...

who was brought here especially
from the "B" team for this event.

Ralph, wait up.

Is this a great day. I get to watch
some of the best skiers in the world...

compete in the World Cup
downhill, and you get to watch me.

Ralph, come on. It was
the suit. It wasn't you.

You never skied that
way before in your life.

I don't think anybody has. And I think
I'm gonna collapse. Can we take it easy?

Well, I'm just having fun
on the old boards, you know.

It was the suit, Ralph.
It was not the suit, Pam.

- We don't know
that the suit can ski.
- Then why are you wearing it?

It keeps me warm. Do you know
how much ski clothes cost today?

- Tell me about it.
- Well, I'm saving up
for my Jaguar.

Oh, yeah, the Jag.

Don't start that now. Come on. You
know my station wagon is all beat to heck,

and a Jaguar is a good car.

Hey, hon, I think it's terrific. I've always
wanted to date a guy who drove a Jaguar.

All right, sold. I buy it. A little
bit of guilt never hurt anybody.

Don't tell that to my mother.
She'll think she wasted her life.

You know, if I would've
started skiing sooner,

I probably could've
competed in the Olympics.

Come on. Let's go. I'll
meet you at the lift line.

♪ Here I am ♪

♪ All alone ♪

♪ High on a mountain ♪

♪ In a world that's all my own ♪

♪ No good-byes ♪

♪ No hellos ♪

♪ Just following my
heart to where it goes ♪

♪ Here I am ♪

♪ Runnin' free ♪

♪ No destination ♪

♪ There's no place
I've got to be ♪

♪ I'll ride the wind ♪

♪ I'll sail the snow ♪

♪ Just following my
heart to where it goes ♪

♪ And I feel like ♪

♪ I'm the last
man in the world ♪

♪ I'm the first
man on the moon ♪

♪ I am an eagle on
the wings of the sky ♪

♪ Free to fly ♪

♪ Free to fly ♪♪

Karpov, come in.

- Talenikov.
- I move to position.

Good. Templeton,

"C" team,

second seed, number 64.

Ja.

Hey, mister, are you on the
U.S. ski team or something?

Well, uh, so maybe it is a
little bit of the suit, you know?

Hinkley! Hey, Ralph Hinkley!

Samantha, what
are you doing here?

How you doin', sweetheart?
Great. So good to see you.

Nice to see you too. Oh,
Pam, this is Samantha.

- Samantha Brice?
- Yeah.

Hi. Ralph has told
me a lot about you.

- What are you doin' up here?
- Hey, I live up here.

- You do?
- Yeah. I moved up here
three years ago,

after we closed the Free Store.

Oh, no. You didn't close it,
did ya? Yeah, ran out of hippies.

Yeah, and then after that, you
know, I was tired the barter thing,

and so then we got into, uh, the
environmental movement here.

Come on up here.
Come on up here. Okay.

You don't mind if she rides with
me? You can catch a single chair.

Ralph.

- Single?
- Yeah.

All right.

Yuri Petchernec, number
18, is our next racer.

He's certainly one of the favorites
for tomorrow's final downhill.

Petchernec is the captain of
the Czechoslovakian team...

and considered to be one of the
world's finest downhill specialists.

Have a good one, Yuri.

Oh, now look at that. You
talk about sportsmanship.

American racer Scotty
Templeton's going over...

to wish his rival, Yuri
Petchernec, good luck.

Petchernec's
fiancée, Anna Curiena,

won a silver medal in a
giant slalom yesterday,

and I'm sure she's
pulling for Yuri.

Yuri Petchernec is in the starting
gate, and he's off with a strong kick.

Petchernec is known
for his powerful starts.

He's handling the upper
sections very nicely.

Petchernec riding
his skis very well.

Oh, a fine line around
that big left-hand turn.

I am in position.

Good. Templeton...
He start sixth.

And he gets air off of the compression.
That's one of the trickiest sections.

But Petchernec's wild style
seems to suit this downhill course.

Oh, look at that.

Yuri Petchernec has the
fastest midway time so far today.

It looks like he'll
be tough to beat.

America's hope, Scotty Templeton,
who will be coming up shortly,

better be on his skis this afternoon
'cause that Petchernec is real hot.

What a finish!

Yuri Petchernec has the fastest
overall time on the course so far today.

Ah! He did it!

Now, wait a minute.
Now, that's funny.

Petchernec is walking off
towards his team's locker room.

He's usually very willing to
talk to the press after a nonstop.

But then again, if Anna Curiena is waiting to
congratulate him, I guess you can't blame him.

Yuri! You did it!

Did you see it? Yes.

You did it. Congratulations. Oh.

Hey, would you guys wait up?

Hang in there, Pam.
You're doin' great.

Pretty soon you'll be
skiing as good as Hink.

Gee, I don't want
to hope for too much.

What do you say we have
drinks later at the lodge? All right?

Great! Sounds terrific. Catch
you later. Okay. Bye-bye.

Where's Little Miss Movement
off to? Counting trees?

She is a real jewel.
I tell you what.

American downhill specialist Scotty
Templeton is in the starting gate.

He's off. Looks like a good start
for this young American hopeful,

and I'm sure he'd like to win
a medal here on his home soil.

Scotty's handling
the course nicely.

Ooh!

Looks like Scotty
caught an edge...

as he passed
under the finish line.

I hope he's going
to be all right.

Oh, my God. I think
someone shot him!

- Ralph, what are you gonna do?
- Gonna go see what I can do.

I want you to stay here.

- Bet you want to know
how I did that.
- Yeah!

Uh,

beats me.

Squaw Valley?

Gee, kid, I wish you could, uh,

clear these little jaunts with me
before you leave our operational zone.

You gave me the
weekend off, Uncle Bill.

I didn't know that I needed
a pass to get out of town.

Wait a minute. Listen to me.
I saw a kid get shot up here.

I tried to report it, and
the local authorities are...

treating me like some
kind of a crackpot.

They're trying to tell me that it
was a heart attack or something.

Bill, it was not a heart attack.

I saw this kid get shot.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm positive. I was wearing the suit.

You were skiing with
the, uh, whatchacallit on?

Yes, I was skiing with the
whatchacallit on. It keeps me warm.

Okay, I'll be up on
the next available flight.

Run Hinkley, and wire this
report to L.A. headquarters.

Tell them to put a flag on it and
get back to me pronto. Yes, sir.

An entire meal in a mouthful.

I feel like an astronaut.

Maybe you should try fasting.

Read it and sign it.

- "Heart attack"?
- Heart attack?

- It happens.
- Come on. This man did not die
from a heart attack.

Looks like it might have been congenital.
You know, he probably overtrained.

So I would appreciate it if you would keep
what you think you saw just between us.

Otherwise I'm gonna have
to put you on a plane to D.C...

with a booking sheet
pinned to your shirt.

- On what charge?
- Felony troublemaking. How's that sound?

Sounds like the '60s to me.

Well, you're clean, Mr. Hinkley.

But I'm not above fabricating
something. You get my drift?

Where do you come off
insinuating... Okay, Ralph.

Mr. Blandin, Ralph
is not a crackpot.

If he said someone shot that racer,
then someone shot him. Don't you care?

I get paid to care, sweetheart.

That's why I want you to leave the law
enforcement thing to me and the local talent.

Hinkley, why don't you take
those things home and feed 'em?

They look hungry.

Clever.

It's probably a cover-up.

Keep the information away from
the people. Typical C.I.A. tactics.

But I'm sure, as a public defender,
Pam, that you run into it all the time.

I'm not exactly a
public defender, Sam.

Storefront? Civil
liberties? What?

- Corporate.
- Oh. Sounds like a downer.

Hot spiced wine?

Uh, do you have any
bottled water? Thank you.

You don't drink? Well,
the body's a temple, Pam,

and I try to keep mine
as toxic-free as possible.

Quality of life
and all, you know.

Oh.

When is Bill gonna
get here, hon?

Soon.

You know, I cannot
wait to meet him.

Templeton's death could
be a political assassination,

and I have some heavy-duty
friends with the underground press...

that could really blow
the cover off this thing.

Wait a minute. Nobody said
anything about a political assassination.

You don't have to be a weatherman to
know which way the wind blows, right?

Anyway, I hope the
brother from L.A...

can help us cut through
some of this bureaucracy.

He's more of a friend actually.

Ralph! Those look
like sealskin boots.

That's an endangered
species, Ralph.

Sam, these are
not real sealskin.

Endangered Naugahyde
maybe, but, uh, that's about it.

There you are. Ralph, Ralph.
Don't hog all the fire. Let me in there.

About time you got here.
Oh, yeah. Boy, finally.

Gee whiz. I should have requisitioned
some foul-weather gear out there.

Boy, it's freezing, and
the drifts are 10 feet deep.

- How you doing, counselor?
- Good, Bill, good.

- Bill, I'd like you to meet
Samantha Brice.
- Miss Brice.

Bill Maxwell.
F.B.I., Los Angeles.

Oh.

Yeah.

Uh, you eyewitness to
the incident, or, uh, uh,

P.O.S.S.L.Q. to the deceased, uh,
local fuzz... uh, what's she handle?

Uh, good friend.
Oh. Well, all right.

It's nice to meet you anyhow.

I see you finally sprung for those
sealskin bootees you wanted.

Uh, they're not
real sealskin, Bill.

They're fake. Samantha,
really. These are recycled fur.

- Go great with
the Jaguar anyhow.
- Jaguar?

Ralph, you're not gonna
get a jaguar coat, are you?

Uh, no, you don't wear
it, honey. You drive it.

It's a little red job, pass
anything except a gas station.

What? I love the color red.

It's your best color, Ralph.

See? I've been telling you. Now the system
is finally starting to pay off for you.

Oh, yeah. Supply-side economics. Gonna put
this country back on top where it belongs.

Now let's, uh, just... thaw out
here for another couple of minutes,

then we'll, uh, run the scenario into the
old scanner and, uh, see how bad it stinks.

That's hot wine. Come on. Don't they
have something with some teeth in it?

- The body's a temple, Bill.
- It is?

Oh. Well, if I said a prayer, could I
get some teeth in it? Come on, Ralph.

You say he was shot, which
means we got a cover-up.

We could be looking down a
pipe at a political assassination.

Wait a minute.

Bill, that's the guy I
talked to this morning.

Wha...

Detroit, Michigan, 20
below on a Tuesday night,

eatin' cold pizza
out of a paper box,

waiting for Johnny the
Dancer to make a move.

C.I.A. is tough,
the F.B.I. is mean.

Their trouble is our trouble
because we're on the same team.

- Bo Bo Blandin!
- Wild Billy Maxwell!

What are you doing up
here? I'm working on my tan.

Bo Bo "the Boo Boo" Blandin.
Boy, this is great. You look terrific.

Well, I'm sweating
down to my annual.

Look at you. I heard you
were working out of L.A.

You know, wherever
the smoke is goin' up.

Uh, you two know each other?

- You guys know each other?
- You guys know each other?

- Is Hinkley with you, Bill?
- Yeah, he sure is.

I told you to back off, kid. But you went
and called the feds up here on this, right?

Uh, Bill,

this is the guy I talked to this
afternoon when I saw Templeton get shot.

Oh, boy. Yeah, well.

Yeah, yeah. And I sent
him home with a warning,

but if he keeps stickin'
his beak in the blender,

I'm gonna turn it
on... High speed.

We... Now, wait a second, Bo. Just simmer down
a little bit. Just... Hinkley is my bird dog.

Got a dynamite nose.

He turns up somethin' nasty, he brings it
to the old man. It's an "eyes only," Bill.

So long. If I'd have known
it was you on the case, Fred,

I'd have phoned it
in... Really, no kidding.

But, uh, now you really
got my switchboard all lit up.

Come on. Fill me
in. Maybe I can help.

You know, you're really
getting me steamed, Bill.

So take your bird dog and
get out of my jurisdiction.

Mr. Blandin, when I saw Scott
Templeton get shot this afternoon,

I did what any good
citizen would do.

I went to the
proper authorities...

In other words, Fred,

when you gave me the yawn on the
Templeton slap, I sparked Maxwell.

Well, does this kid have
potential or what? Come on, Bo.

Maybe, but this
isn't Detroit, Bill.

I don't need a soap job. We're
not working together up here.

This is strictly
committee business.

If we turn it into a party,
we're gonna blow it.

Trust me. Trust you? Trust
me. Just fill me in. That's all.

You're gonna catch pneumonia
up here running around like that.

So, here, take these.

I just want to help.
I just want a pizza.

We all have to
make sacrifices, Bill.

If I need ya, I'll call ya.

Now, Blandin is, uh, senior
liaison member of the committee.

What committee?
Well, the committee.

Uh, it's a special
arm of the C.I.A.,

takes care of
the real bad stuff:

deep sleepers, assassins, uh,
you know, terrorism... like that.

Uh, he's real high up in there.

So, uh... Hey, listen.
If he needs cover,

he knows he can call
on old Dr. Maxwell.

Wait a minute.

- I'm starting to get
something here, Bill.
- Me too. Pneumonia.

What have you got?
It's your friend Blandin.

Who is it?

He's at the locker room.
He's in trouble. Let's go.

You and your Jesse
James fixation. Okay, okay.

F.B.I., open up.

Take it out, Ralph.

Where is he?

They're all locked.

Ralph, what's in
'em? All of 'em.

Right there.

Sorry, pal. I owe you a scarf.

Hold it. C.I.A. Nobody move.

Klien. Hope you had a
pleasant flight from Washington.

You get that report
back on Maxwell's I.D.?

Yes, sir. He's a fed.
L.A. bureau confirmed.

His operational field office
is L.A. This other guy?

Ralph Hinkley, school
teacher, L.A. district,

special ed or something.

Says he's here on
a ski trip. Terrific.

An off-duty fed and a shop
teacher making like d*ck Tracy.

Let's go see 'em.

- I wonder which one's the fed.
- You can't tell?

Visual scanner's
on the blink, huh?

No, I can tell now.

Bring 'em in the
other room, Weber.

Ralph, let's go drop
this guy in a deep drift.

Agent Bill Maxwell,
F.B.I., Los Angeles.

We got all that on
the printout, Maxwell.

Why don't you, uh, take a chair
right there? Where will I take it?

Just tryin' to be
friendly. Oh. Don't.

I thought you guys were supposed to be,
uh, on the same team. Birds of a feather.

Mr. Hinkley, if you want to
talk, I wish you'd raise your hand.

That goes for you too, Maxwell. Uh, looks like
we've got one of the real song-and-dance men...

from the C.I.A.
charm school, Ralph.

- Oh!
- Hey, hey, hey!

That's it, buddy. I don't have to
put up with this. I'm gonna start...

- Start taking names, Ralph.
- Yeah, what's your name?

- And give me your badge
number too. All right?
- Damage control officer, right?

Okay, last name
first, hotshot. Spell it.

Klien.

Robert Allen.

Senior damage control
officer for the committee.

Two T's. Two E's.

Oh, boy.

That Robert Allen Klien, huh?
Okay. Nice to meet you, sir.

Well, well, Mr. Klien.
Let me tell you something.

- Ralph...
- Listen, buddy. We've been
trying to be real nice to you,

and you've got a dead C.I.A.
agent, a dead skier... Ralph, please.

What we're trying to...
I'm on a roll. Let me talk.

Ralph, this is
Robert Allen Klien.

I don't care if the guy knows James
Bond. He can at least be polite.

He is James Bond,
Ralph. Can you get that?

Now put a lid on it before I
wind up workin' in a parking lot.

- Are you two finished?
- Yeah.

Let me lay this out for you,
Hinkley. You and Maxwell here...

are gonna leave town and quit
poking around in this business,

or I'm gonna have you shipped down to L.A.
and charged with Agent Blandin's m*rder.

- He can't... You can't make that stick.
- I don't care.

It'll keep you out of my zone
of operation for 48 hours.

Mr. Klien, we were
just trying to do the job.

Templeton gets hit, and
Hinkley calls me in, and, uh...

Well, then Blandin backs me off, but I
think that's okay because, uh, he's a pro.

And if he needs help, I can always fly
high cover for him, but then he gets hit.

Templeton died of a heart
attack. Blandin had a stroke.

He was overweight. It happens.

Now, you two are gonna swallow
that, or I'm gonna write you up.

Got it?

Works for me. Ralph.

Let's go make some snowballs and
put 'em in the fridge for summertime.

I get so angry, Bill. These guys treat
us like we're a couple of amateurs,

and we're the only two people up
here that can crack this thing. Yeah.

C.I.A. stands for
"Creeps In Action."

If they'd just open
up with the info,

we'd crack this thing
like an Easter egg.

Bingo. What?

I, uh... I sneak in there...

and eavesdrop a little bit, perform a
little magic, make like a fly on the wall.

I'm sure Klien is unraveling
this whole scenario right now.

Ooh! Hot ziggity! That's
a great idea, Ralph.

You're making me feel like
a proud daddy here. Thanks.

Oh, no, no, no. Thank the suit.

Bye.

Ooh!

Interviewing Agent Jim Weber...

Looks like we might have a little
weather movin' in. Starting to blow.

Let's get this done, Jim.
Well, according to Blandin,

Templeton had been receiving information from
an agent on one of the communist ski teams.

We don't know which team,
though. No, sir, we don't,

but there's a strong possibility
that Blandin knew. Why?

Well, after
Templeton was k*lled,

he took his place and tried to make
contact with a communist liaison.

So we don't know whether the
information's been passed yet,

or even who was
trying to pass it. Exactly.

Any idea what was being passed?

Probably defense data,
m*ssile silo locations,

uh, updated Communist bloc first-strike
capabilities... things of that sort.

Search and secure Templeton's room.
I want his belongings sent to the lab.

Tell them to rip apart every seam. At
this point we're looking for anything...

from microfilm to... I don't
know... matchbook covers.

Did you guys take
apart his ski gear yet?

Not yet. It's locked up
in a ski patrol med center.

Well, get it. May be
something there. Yes, sir.

And then... I want you to go over
to Agent Maxwell's and his friend's...

You go to that lodge. If they haven't checked
out of that place, I want you to bust 'em.

We've got enough problems without the Little
League, uh, stirring up the dirt, huh?

We gotta get over to that Czech ski
room. The C.I.A. guys are on their way.

- Are you in?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm in.

Okay, well,

get what you have to get and
get out because we got company.

I have Templeton's skis,
Bill, but I'm getting zilch.

Well, there's no time.
Come on. Get out.

This was really very
nice of you, Sam.

Hey, no problem.
One people, one planet.

Ralph's a brother, and if he and his
friends need to crash underground,

they can crash here.

Right on. Uh, do
you want some tea?

- Coffee.
- Tea?

Right on.

Did you really march on
Washington, Samantha?

Absolutely. It was all part of
what was happening at the time.

It was an historic moment, Pam.

Tens of thousands of people
pitted against the bureaucracy,

struggling to further
the future of freedom.

Tent cities springing
out of the mud,

sisters and brothers sharing
ideologies... It was fantastic.

I'll get it.

Hello. Hello, hello, hello.

Did you get our luggage? Yes, I did,
and they charged us for an extra day.

They what? Don't
worry about it, counselor.

I'm gonna tack it
on to the C.I.A.'s bill.

What's burnin'? Ralph.

What? I know that smell.

It's incense, Bill. Incense.

Yeah, don't kid me. That's
why they burn that stuff.

Sam, thanks for letting us
stay here. We appreciate it.

Oh, no problem. Is
that coffee that I smell?

A cup of crank would really bring
me to life. Tea. I don't have coffee.

It reverses spiritual
polarization.

Oh, well, we wouldn't want
that to happen, would we?

Ralph, why don't we
grab a little privacy?

- Is that all right
if we use the bedroom?
- Hey, no secrets.

I... I don't believe in secrets. We're
all part of the same consciousness.

Well, I was just gonna
change my pants, honey,

uh, and Ralph was gonna
pull my shoes off because, uh...

Yeah, it's an old polo
injury. He can't bend over.

Okay? Right, okay.

She's just... You know.

Polo?

Yeah.

Samantha, do
you play this thing?

Oh, I wish.

That was a gift
from Ravi Shankar.

I got it when I was a roadie for
George Harrison on his last U.S. tour.

You know George Harrison?

Well, not exactly, but, uh,

I studied with the
same guru for a while.

Oh.

What's it say?

Doo-dah, doo-dah, doo-dah.
Okay, don't get smart.

Well, Bill, I'm an
English teacher, all right?

And the suit does not
sprechen Sie Czechoslovakian.

Well, try a holograph.

All right. I'll give it a try.

Let me, uh,

prime the pump a little bit.

Okay, yeah. I'm
getting something now.

He's on the
Czechoslovakian ski team.

Number 18.

Okay, great. All right. Give
me a name, and I'll, uh...

I'll zip on in to the bureau
and get a make on this guy.

No. No. No name, Bill.

But he's definitely the guy that was
passing information to Templeton.

Right. Okay, well, whoever k*lled Templeton
and Blandin's gotta be coming after this guy.

You're gonna have to
just fly over and grab him.

Just fly over? I can't just go over there and
grab him. What if he doesn't want to defect?

Of course you can. It's
a free country, isn't it?

Besides, if he's got some kind
of a rotten commie reason...

that he doesn't want to come
with you, then drop a house on him.

Oh, nice. A little leftover charm
from C.I.A. interrogation school?

Now. One, two,
three, boop. Go ahead.

Don't do that without warning
me. Ralph, where are ya?

No one is to leave
their quarters.

I cannot believe that
you would be so foolish...

as to k*ll Agent Templeton before we
knew who was passing him our information.

We had no chance, sir.

If Templeton was not k*lled,
we risk another security leak.

Agent Blandin was
simply an added bonus.

Fool.

Agent Blandin was
top officer of the C.I.A.

And thanks to your indiscretion,

the C.I.A. now knows that
we are working this area.

What do you have so far?

Templeton was making contact
with someone on one of our ski teams,

and information was being
passed at every World Cup event...

this past season.

We are trying to uncover
who the contact is...

and trace back, from
one person to another,

who is passing this information.

And what if this person defects?

Then we lose any chance of
finding his liaisons back in Moscow.

He won't, sir.

He better not.

I want a visual check
on each of these rooms...

and on all of our ski
racers every 15 minutes.

I will find out
who our traitor is.

Shh. I won't hurt
you. I'm a friend.

Uh, do... do you speak English?

Yes. I know you've been passing
information to Scotty Templeton.

He was shot and k*lled
today on the slopes.

I would like to help you get out of here
before you're discovered. You must trust me.

Who... Who are you?
How did you get in here?

It really doesn't matter. But I want to assure
you that I have the manuscript. It is safe.

- Thank God.
- Now I must help you
leave right away.

I can't leave.

If I disappear, Karpov will know
it's me, and they will k*ll Anna.

- Anna?
- Anna Curiena, my fiancée.

Captain of the women's team.

If I defect,

they will k*ll her.

Where is she?
What... I don't know.

Since this afternoon, they
have kept us all separate.

I will not leave
without her. Yes, yes.

Karpov! Watch.

You are still up.

You must be ready
for race tomorrow.

- Ano.
- Sleep well.

Okay, in you go. Hello.

Oh, boy. Gonna heat up this
little igloo here in a second.

Counselor, you want to give me some
of that biodegradable kindling there?

Huh? Uh, better
known as newspaper.

Oh. One people,
one planet, Bill.

Hare Krishna,
gimme a break. Ralph.

Yeah? Did you ever
want to be one of those...

heavyweight downhill
racer dudes, uh,

like that Stein what's his face
skidding down a mountain?

Eriksen? Yeah.

Ever... Big tan, big teeth.

Ever want to be like
that? I'm way ahead of ya.

How you gonna get
me in a World Cup race?

Well, I got you into World Series
baseball, and you didn't do too bad.

Same movie. Just a
different reel. That's all.

Now,

gather round, boys and girls,

while Uncle Bill tells another
story round the old cr*cker barrel.

Now, Ralph.

Average old-fashioned
variation on the old... shell game.

Ah.

This race starts here,
right? According to the map.

And it goes all the way down
from Promenade to Slingshot,

across to Fast Draw
and down to Wiley's Draw.

Now, both you and
Petchernec got on the red s...

Uh, the red, um, uh,
ski clothing, right?

And he's got a
helmet on as well.

So this is you.
This is Petchernec.

Watch this one, folks.
Petchernec starts out,

top, going down
Promenade, slushing down.

- Schussing.
- Yeah, whatever.

All the way down the
course, down to Wiley's Draw,

which is the only place
on the whole course...

during the whole race
that you won't be seen.

I see. And at that point, I
pull him over to the side,

I switch helmets and racing
bibs and continue the race.

Bingo. You win the race
for the good old U.S. of A.,

and, uh, Sammie and I,

we spirit young Yuri off through
the bushes, and, uh, that's it,

It's real simple. What about
Petchernec's girlfriend?

It's no problem.
Counselor, I mean, come on.

When Ralph goes across the
finish line as... as Yuri Petchernec,

I mean, they're gonna
go crazy down there.

In the middle of the bedlam, you
get a hold of, uh, Anna, uh, Purina.

Curiena. Whatever. Yeah, right.

Get her out to the Jeep and back
up here to the cabin. It's real simple.

Wait. What if Petchernec
doesn't want to defect?

I mean, you know, this
could be some kind of, uh, uh,

C.I.A. propaganda to, uh, make
the communist movement look bad.

But I know he wants to leave.

Well, maybe, maybe not. But this country's
not above dirty tricks. You know that.

I mean, look at the, uh,
Bay of Pigs, Kent State.

- Afghanistan, Poland.
- Vietnam, Nicaragua.

Cuba, El Salvador.

- Chicago, Watergate.
- All right, all right.

All right. Come on, kids.

Listen, Sam. You gotta... You gotta
trust us. You gotta trust me on this one.

I... I would love to trust you.

But I'm beginning to think that...
that you are part of the establishment.

Look at your fancy ski boots. And I can't
even believe it, Ralph, you want a Jaguar.

- Come on. Wait a minute. Listen to me for a second.
- No, you listen to me.

You said if you aren't part of the
solution, you're part of the problem.

Do you still believe
that? Yes, I believe it.

But all I know is, Sam, that you
can take all the clever slogans...

and the love-ins and the be-ins
and the sit-ins and the... whatever,

and although they
have a social impact,

it's not near as
immediate as this.

This is immediate, Sam. We have an opportunity
to take this man and give him his freedom.

Now that's immediate.
That's here. That's now.

Okay. I'll...

I'll do it your way. Thank you.

Kid, that's a tree!
Will you stay cool!

"Cool"? I'm frozen! Oh!

Yuri Petchernec is
in the starting gate.

I'm sure he's ready
for this downhill final.

It's a nice start. Petchernec's
moving very nicely on his skis.

Petchernec is on the course.

Handled that compression
perfectly again.

He's holding an excellent line through
the steepest section of this course.

We'd better hurry up
and get to Wiley's Draw.

Ralph will handle
the switch okay.

We're going to lose sight of Petchernec
as he heads into Wiley's Draw,

the only section of this racecourse that
isn't covered by our television cameras.

All right, son. You're
in a lot of trouble, What?

But we're gonna get
you out of it now. What?

Don't worry about
your girlfriend.

As soon as Ralph crosses the finish
line, she's gonna slip out the back way...

and meet us at
the top of the hill.

Okay, Ralph. Off you go. Unzip.
Snap up. Join the rest of us. Come on.

Something must have happened
to Yuri Petchernec in Wiley's Draw.

Well, he should have
skied out of there by now.

Wait, no. No, there he is.

Whatever happened, Petchernec has lost so much
time that a win here today would be impossible.

What an outstanding effort
by this young Czechoslovakian.

I just can't believe it. Petchernec is
just hanging it out on the ragged edge.

Now he's heading
into the final turn.

Folks, our timers have clocked
Petchernec at just over 110 miles an hour.

He's across the finish!
This is unbelievable!

Yuri Petchernec has won.
What an outstanding effort.

Wait a minute. Now,
just like yesterday,

Petchernec is walking directly
off to the Czech team locker room.

I can't believe he's not going
to talk to the press. Anna.

- He did it!
- Yuri is with us, Anna.

He's defecting to our side, and
he wants us to bring you to him.

- Who are you?
- A friend. Now you've got to
believe that. We can help you.

- Why should I believe you?
- We've got the manuscript. Now, we've got to go fast.

Come on. Ever since the
Pan American Games...

Ah, Yuri!

Well done, Yuri.
Well done, Yuri.

Qué pasa?

Get him! Come with us.

Come in, Talenikov.
We've got trouble.

Ja. Yuri is the traitor. He
still must be on the course.

I think I may have spotted them.

They're on a snowmobile headed east.
I'll follow them and keep you advised.

Do you know what you're doing?

Come on, Anna. We'll wait in
here. Yuri will get here soon.

Everybody back on the floor.

On the floor, kid!

Stay down.

Uh, maybe we should surrender.

Passive resistance is far
more effective than violence.

Should we flip them
the peace sign?

Okay. Everybody
out. Out the back door.

Counselor, take 'em out.

Ow.

- Where is he?
- Well, I, uh,
expect him any minute.

One people, one planet.

My friends, this is to you.

I don't have the words to thank
you for what you have done for us.

Try "thanks." That'll do it.

Yes. Thank you. Thank you.

So, Yuri, do you have any plans? You
should think about becoming a coach.

The U.S. ski team could use some
help preparing for the Olympics.

Ne. I think Anna and I
will continue the struggle.

Free the people
from the bonds of...

Miss Curiena, Mr. Petchernec, we have
a car waiting to take you to the airport.

Again, my friends,

I thank.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.

Well, Maxwell, it seems, uh,

Central Intelligence owes you
boys at the bureau our thanks.

Any time, Mr. Klien. Hinkley.

Okay. Now, Ralph,
it's celebration time.

Got a bunch of margaritas here, got teeth
in 'em, bite a hole straight through a rock.

Now, you know me,

and I'm not strong on offerin'
too much praise for the troops,

but I gotta tell you guys,
you were terrific this time.

Davidson's out there, running
the backup better than ever before.

I've had the practice, Bill.

Ralph, you're runnin' these
scenarios now like you wrote 'em.

I can't figure it out.

And my, uh, little
flower child, Samantha,

for a kid that
doesn't eat any meat,

you really did terrific.

Sam, let me ask
you, how does it feel...

to know you've made the
planet a better place to live in...

by saving another human
being from repression?

It feels really far out, Hink. Now I just
have to figure out how to save the whales.

Oh, brother.