The Kremlin Letter (1970)
Patrick O'Neal: Charles Rone
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Sweet Alice : Before World War II, intelligence operations were conducted by independent agents. They knew one another. They played ball together. They traded information. They even split fees. But, you see, after the war, bureaucracy took over. Where before there had been a dozen agents in the field, there were now thousands of them. Gathering information and feeding it into computers. Certain restrictions were placed upon the old-timers. Sturdevant couldn't or wouldn't change his ways, And finally, every major agency turned its back on him. The group disbanded, and Sturdevant dropped out of sight. Then, in 1954, he was reported dead in Istanbul.
Charles Rone : How'd he die?
Sweet Alice : He committed suicide. Supposedly the Highwayman handed him the gun and watched him blow his brains out. Oh, yes. You - You've got some fine playmates.
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Charles Rone : Under what authority have I been separated?
Admiral : I'm sure your new friends in Washington can explain.
Charles Rone : What friends?
Admiral : Your friends in CIA or CIC or ONI. How the hell would I know? I do know that a good many regular Army and Navy officers are damn sorry those bastard organizations ever came into existence. Why aren't you in civilian clothes? Only officers in the United States Navy are entitled to wear that uniform. Once upon a time, legend has it, some men even - died for it. Dismissed, Mr. Rone.
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Erector Set : She'll work it with only one hand. What's your pleasure? Right or left?
Charles Rone : Either one.
Erector Set : Do it with your feet, B.A.
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Ward : By the by, how are you on tortillas and frijoles and all that kind of crap?
Charles Rone : So, I'm goin' to Mexico.
Ward : Yes sir, you're goin' to Mexico to pick up Lord Ashley's Whore. You're gonna rustle up the Warlock in San Francisco and then make tracks to Chicago for the Erector Set. Tell them the Tillinger Foundation is planning an expedition.
Highwayman : I'm sure about the others, but The Whore might not want to come.
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Charles Rone : They're sending in new talent. A virgin. That's me.
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Charles Rone : I think I'm a superior combination of intellect and physique, athlete and scholar. When a risk is to be run, i formulate the ideal procedure and calculate the chances involved with exquisite precision. If the percentages are sufficiently in my favor, i put myself into motion, having absolute confidence in the performance of my reflexes.
Ward : [laughs] Nephew, the truth is you are full of yourself.
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The Whore : Take your pick. The fat one's fantastic. She's yours for $15. You can have any of the other two for 10.
Charles Rone : The Tillinger Foundation is planning an expedition.
The Whore : Ah, bully for the Tillinger Foundation. The business at hand is more important. Thirty dollars says you can have them all.
Charles Rone : The Highwayman expects you.
The Whore : Plus, the Spécialité de la Maison, magic mushrooms. Now, let's make it - let's make it a sporting proposition, hmm? I'll toss you double or nothing, $60, or you can have the whole batch for free.
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The Whore : I don't wish to go. I have a good thing here, trading on human weakness. I think I shall remain.
Charles Rone : There's money involved. A great deal of money. $25,000 now.
The Whore : No. Money can't budge me. The Whore of yesterday is dead.
Charles Rone : Plus $100,000 on checking in to the Tillinger Foundation.
The Whore : 125,000, eh?
Charles Rone : It's too bad The Whore of yesterday is dead.
The Whore : Chappie, you've just witnessed a resurrection.
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B.A. : Could I have a cigarette? I don't have any.
Charles Rone : Yeah. Sure.
B.A. : Thank you.
Charles Rone : Want a light?
B.A. : No. I'm going to smoke it in my room.
Charles Rone : Something the matter?
B.A. : I've never been away from home. I've never been away from home. I've never known a man. I - I told my father I had, but I - I haven't. My father says that going to bed is an integral part of the job, and - and one must be good at it. So I thought that, uh - I mean, I...
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Charles Rone : My price is 25, in advance.
Erika Kosnov : And what do you charge men? Hmm?
Charles Rone : That's for others. I specialize in women.
Erika Kosnov : Old, fat, ugly ones, huh?
Charles Rone : All women are beautiful, if you know how to look at them.
Erika Kosnov : Am i beautiful?
Charles Rone : You'll do.
Erika Kosnov : Oh, will i now? I guess your own girl is prettier than i am.
Charles Rone : She's more polite.
Erika Kosnov : Is she more beautiful?
Charles Rone : No.
Erika Kosnov : That's a good little whore. Here's your money.
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Erika Kosnov : Now it's your turn to hurt me. We will reenact that old, old game. Woman and man. Victim and tormentor. Only we'll play it honest. Help to destroy me, and I'll love you for it. Hit me! Hard!
[Rone hits her, hard]
Erika Kosnov : You're beginning to learn, huh? Hit me again.
[Rone hits her, again]
Erika Kosnov : Kick me! Kick me! You're the whore, the slave! You must do as I command.
Charles Rone : Get somebody else.
Erika Kosnov : [laughs] My little priest doesn't like the game of life.
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Erika Kosnov : I want to kiss you all over.
Charles Rone : Erika.
Erika Kosnov : Inch by beautiful inch.
Charles Rone : Erika, he must know, in case they're being tortured.
Erika Kosnov : Stop it, Yorgi! You're torturing me.
