Billion Dollar Brain

Harry Palmer:
What does it do, tell fortunes?

Leo Newbigen:
It *makes* fortunes: ours! Just a little toy, but it puts the MI5 and the CIA back into the Stone Age.

General Midwinter:
No, you don't understand the kind of love I have for this great country of ours. Love's not built that way, my way, any more. These days love is marriage, and the compensation is alimony; love these days is bravery under fire, and the compensation is medals; love is a donation of party funds, and the compensation is a political plum; love is some lady you left back in St. Louis, or a fast haul in the back seat of an automobile. My love is nothing like that. My love is this great company of brave young men, who are proud to make their country strong!

Colonel Stok:
He was a very stupid man. A patriot, of course... very brave... During a war, such men earn medals, win victories... we are proud of them. But at such a time as now, a little bit stupid.

Colonel Stok:
They think the Latvians on the verge of overthrowing their tyrannical overlords. Heh heh. They think that people walking in the street out there are dreaming of the moment when they can become capitalist serfs again. They think we all lie awake dreaming of going to America. They think they can distribute pamphlets and gold, and a vast monarchist army will materialize overnight.

Harry Palmer:
OK, Leo, what's the catch?

Leo Newbigen:
There's no catch.

Harry Palmer:
Then who gets killed?

Leo Newbigen:
Nobody gets killed.

Harry Palmer:
There's no catch, and nobody gets killed? I'd still like to know more about it, Leo.

Col.Stok:
When I was a young man we had a song: "Where tears fall, a rose will grow". Do you know that song?

Harry Palmer:
No.

Col.Stok:
If that was true, Latvia would be a land full of roses. You've no idea what things happened here during the war. Latvia had its share of war criminals, that worked with the Nazis, even joined the SS and massacred thousands of their own countrymen.

Col.Stok:
Down the hatch! We've dossiers on hundreds of such Latvians. You would imagine that people guilty of such terror would remain quiet. But no, these scum are the worse troublemakers.

Leo Newbigen:
Harry hey, what do you think, huh? Isn't she something?

Harry Palmer:
Yeah, she's great. How's the wife and kids, Leo?

Harry Palmer:
What exactly have you been saying we do in Latvia?

Leo Newbigen:
I told the brain exactly what it wanted to hear.

Harry Palmer:
Oh, yes? What would that be, Leo?

Leo Newbigen:
I told it we had three hundred agents in Latvia dismantling missile sites and professional saboteurs ready for armed insurrection.

Harry Palmer:
Er, or political assassination.

Leo Newbigen:
Um, hmn. Mass uprisings...

Harry Palmer:
Over throwing governments.

Leo Newbigen:
Yeah, over throwing anything at all.

Harry Palmer:
Three hundred agents? How much a week?

Leo Newbigen:
Thirty thousand dollars.

Harry Palmer:
Thirty thousand dollars a week?

Leo Newbegin:
Plus expenses and from now on, you're in on half.

Harry Palmer:
Oh, thank you, Leo. But I would like to stay alive to spend it. That lunatic is about to invade Soviet territory.

Leo Newbigen:
And we're not going to be around when he does.

Harry Palmer:
When he gets within five miles of the Latvian border, every alarm in the whole world will blow and four minutes later, nobody is going to be around.

Leo Newbigen:
You want your money, don't you?

General Midwinter:
Did you know for example, that the air in the East Coast of America is polluted by the reds? Oh, you might look at me, but boy, I tell you and I know that the air in Texas is the only truly wholesome air in this world. That is why I have not been out of Texas in twenty five years. I don't like the air in other places.

Harry Palmer:
It's amazing how we all survive, really.

Col.Stok:
I suppose a young man like you wouldn't know the pleasure of removing a tight collar.

Harry Palmer:
I thought Lenin called such comforts 'momentary interest'.

Col.Stok:
Don't tell me what Lenin said. I touched Lenin. I stood by him in Ruzheinaya Square in July, nineteen hundred and twenty; the second congress. I touched him. Those are the words he used to describe the comforts and pleasures with which the proletariat are diverted from their more important historic mission. But they are not being diverted. Well, are you going to offer me another drink?

Harry Palmer:
In England Colonel, the historic mission of the proletariat consists almost entirely of momentary interest.