Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy
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TINKER TAILOR SOLDIER SPY Screenplay by BRIDGET O’CONNOR & PETER STRAUGHAN Based on the novel by John le Carré 1. 1 EXT. HUNGARY - BUDAPEST - 1973 - DAY 1 Budapest skyline, looking towards the Parliament building. From here the world looks serene, peaceful. Then, as we begin to PULL BACK, we hear a faint whine, increasing in volume, until it’s the roar of two MiG jet fighters, cutting across the skyline. The PULL BACK reveals a YOUNG BOY watching the jets, exclaiming excitedly in Hungarian. 2 EXT. BUDAPEST STREET - DAY 2 LATERALLY TRACKING down a bustling street, as the jets scream by overhead. Pedestrians look up. All except one man who continues walking. This is JIM PRIDEAUX. ACROSS THE STREET: More pedestrians. We’re not sure who we’re supposed to be looking at - the short stocky man? The girl in the mini skirt? The man in the checked jacket? A car driving beside Prideaux accelerates out of the frame. Across the street the girl in the mini-skirt peels off into a shop. The stocky man turns and waves to us. But it isn’t Prideaux he’s greeting but another passerby, who walks over, shakes hands. Now we’re left with Prideaux and the Magyar in the checked shirt, neither paying any attention to each other. Just as we are wondering if there is any connection, the two reach a corner and the Magyar, pausing to cross the road, collides with another passerby.
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TINKER TAILOR SOLDIER SPY Screenplay by BRIDGET O’CONNOR & PETER STRAUGHAN Based on the novel by John le Carré
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EXT. HUNGARY - BUDAPEST - 1973 - DAY
Budapest skyline, looking towards the Parliament building. From here the world looks serene, peaceful. Then, as we begin to PULL BACK, we hear a faint whine, increasing in volume, until its the roar of two MiG jet fighters, cutting across the skyline. The PULL BACK reveals a YOUNG BOY watching the jets, exclaiming excitedly in Hungarian.
EXT. BUDAPEST STREET - DAY
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LATERALLY TRACKING down a bustling street, as the jets scream by overhead. Pedestrians look up. All except one man who continues walking. This is JIM PRIDEAUX.
ACROSS THE STREET: More pedestrians. Were not sure who were supposed to be looking at - the short stocky man? The girl in the mini skirt? The man in the checked jacket?
A car driving beside Prideaux accelerates out of the frame. Across the street the girl in the mini-skirt peels off into a shop. The stocky man turns and waves to us. But it isnt Prideaux hes greeting but another passerby, who walks over, shakes hands.
Now were left with Prideaux and the Magyar in the checked shirt, neither paying any attention to each other.
Just as we are wondering if there is any connection, the two reach a corner and the Magyar, pausing to cross the road, collides with another passerby. He looks over and sees Prideaux has caught the moment of slight clumsiness and gives the smallest of rueful smiles. A tiny moment of contact between the two. Then both men walk on around the corner, just two strangers headed in the same direction...
EXT. SUBWAY EXIT - DAY
Shooting up the steps of the exit to the imposing GALERIA building on the corner ahead. Prideaux and the Magyar walk up the steps, still paying no attention to each other, and head towards...
INT. BUDAPEST - GALERIA - DAY
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A formerly grand arcade. Many of the shops are now closed, the ones that are open dont have much to sell. A CAFE occupies the middle space under the high vaulted ceiling. A JAZZ ROCK band rehearses in one of the nearby disused shops, incongruous in the window, music muffled by the glass. Customers sit around tables playing chess, drinking coffee, a mother breast-feeding, the hum of chatter. The ordinary world.
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We find Prideaux and the Magyar sitting at one of the tables.
MAGYAR (Hungarian, subtitled) And porkolts. You know porkolts?
JIM PRIDEAUX (Hungarian, subtitled) Yes, Ive had it.
MAGYAR Its very good. Better than goulash. But you wont get it in Budapest now.
JIM PRIDEAUX Whys that?
MAGYAR All the pigs have gone to Moscow.
He gives a sly laugh. Prideaux smiles, draws on his cigarette, nonchalantly examining the people at the tables around them. A WAITER arrives, belly bulging out of his grubby shirt, hair plastered to his head. He puts two wizened-looking sandwiches in front of them.
PRIDEAUXS P.O.V. - A DROP OF SWEAT trickles from the Waiters face, drips onto the table top.
The Magyar catches Jim looking at the droplet and gives a wry smile - “nice service.” Jim smiles back but a bell has begun to ring inside him.
JIM PRIDEAUX When do I get to meet your friend?
The Magyar chews on his sandwich, notices Prideaux is ignoring his.
MAGYAR Ill take you to him. Not eating?
Prideaux pushes his sandwich across the table, his manner still easy, but his eyes flick after the Waiter, who stands at the entrance to the coffee shop, arguing with another man. He looks around the Galeria again, looking low -checking the feet of the other customers? Then raising his gaze, he checks the windows of the apartments above which look down into the arcade.
PRIDEAUXS P.O.V. - An OLD WOMAN stands in the shadows by a window above. She is watching him. Catching his gaze she shrinks back into the darkness and disappears.
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Prideauxs expression doesnt change but he sets his coffee cup down and casually stands. The Magyar looks up in surprise.
JIM PRIDEAUX Would you excuse me a moment?
He starts to walk towards the exit of the Galeria. Behind him his chair teeters for a moment, then slowly falls back and lands with a CRASH, sending pigeons fluttering up to the domed ceiling.
The WAITER starts, turns, sees Prideaux leaving. Panic flashes across his face, he draws a GUN from the back of his belt, aims after Prideaux and FIRES - the shot echoing in the cavernous space.
The shot misses, RICOCHETING off the tiled wall and Prideaux keeps walking, fighting down the impulse to run, as behind him, out of focus - an image from a surreal NIGHTMARE: the other CUSTOMERS stop what they are doing, like actors at the end of a scene, and begin to rise, some drawing guns. We hear a muffled voice shouting distantly in Russian.
KGB MAN No firing!
Ahead of Prideaux more figures appear, blocking the exit. He looks over his shoulder just as another SHOT rings out -this one catching him above the shoulder blade and sending him flying out of frame.
From around a corner a tall, over-coated man - KGB -strides towards the scene, still bellowing in Russian.
KGB MAN (CONTD) Who told you to fire? Who told you to fucking fire?
THE JAZZ BAND have stopped playing and are staring at the ground, arms at their sides, anxious not to see anything.
In the TOP WINDOW - the OLD WOMAN slips back into sight.
HER P.O.V. - Prideaux lies face down in the arcade below. As we watch one of his arms slides out, leaving a slick of blood. Then hes still.
BELOW - The KGB Man has grabbed the Waiter and started to beat him.
KGB MAN (CONTD) Fucking Hungarian amateur! We wanted him alive!
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Behind him we can see the breast-feeding MOTHER. Shes dead, a bullet hole in the centre of her forehead from the ricochet. The baby continues to suckle on, undisturbed.
Through the cafe window we can see a MAN, partly obscured by the crowd in front of us, the only man still seated. He lights a cigarette.
CLOSE ON THE LIGHTER as he replaces it. We can make out an inscription: “To George, from Ann. All my love.”
In the Galeria the KGB Man continues to bellow at the Waiter. The baby begins to WAIL.
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN:
EXT. HQ OF BRITISH INTELLIGENCE - “THE CIRCUS” - DAY
A birds eye view of the Circus.
INT. CIRCUS - FIFTH FLOOR - - “MOTHERS” OFFICE - DAY
A woman, CONNIE SACHS, a face thats seen it all, leans against a wall, smoking. A middle-aged woman, one of the secretaries or “MOTHERS” walks past, pushing a trolley of documents. She nods at Connie mournfully. Connie looks stricken. The Mother walks on into...
INT. CIRCUS - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
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A long conference table. We are looking at an ELDERLY MAN at the head of the table. Hes sitting on a rather ornate carving chair - a little like a throne - and he looks ill. He is signing documents, his signature a simple “C,” scrawled in GREEN INK, aware all eyes are on him. A cigarette burns away in an already loaded ashtray.
This is the head of the Circus - known as CONTROL.
Around him are four lieutenants - the inner circle of the intelligence service - PERCY ALLELINE, TOBY ESTERHASE, ROY BLAND and BILL HAYDON.
Beside him, his right-hand man - GEORGE SMILEY.
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From the thick and embarrassed atmosphere we might guess we are at the end of a coup, the final ousting of a King. All we hear is the ticking of a loud clock and the scratch of the pen.
Smiley looks up to find Allelines gaze fixed on him. Alleline quickly looks down at his hands.
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CLOSE ON SMILEY - as he examines the others, gauging the SHIFT OF POWER occurring in the room.
- Bill Haydon - handsome, urbane, frowning with tension, pulls on his cigarette.
- Roy Bland - heavy set and moustached, flicking a guilty look up at Smiley and away.
- Toby Esterhase - immaculate hair and suit, eyes on Alleline, watching for a cue, like a dog told to ‘stay.
No-one will look at him.
ON SMILEY - realising there is no hope.
Control finishes, puts the pen back in his pocket. He hands the file to the MOTHER who, red-eyed, walks with it out of the room.
PERCY ALLELINE (Scottish accent) I wish I could have done more, Control.
CONTROL (Coolly) You did all you could, Percy. (Beat) Well, a man should know when to leave the party.
Beat. The clock suddenly gives a discordant chime as it sounds the hour. A hint of bitter amusement on Controls face, as though hes been waiting for this wrong little note to make his move. He grinds his cigarette out.
Toby cant wait any longer.
TOBY ESTERHASE What about Smiley?
Control looks at Smiley. His gaze impersonal...
ON SMILEY - the faintest flicker in his eyes as he tries to prepare himself for the shock of dismissal.
OMITTED
CONTROL Smiley is leaving with me.
INT. CIRCUS - FIFTH FLOOR - DAY
PUSHING Control and Smiley as they walk down the corridor.
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Alleline and the Lieutenants are waiting for them. A horribly awkward moment. Toby pulls open the cage lift doors for them, as if to hasten the eviction. Haydon looks at him with contempt.
BILL HAYDON You little prick Esterhase.
Control sweeps past them and the lift, determined to walk every step of the way. Smiley follows.
INT. CIRCUS - STAIRCASE - DAY
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Control and Smiley, begin their descent through the rigid hierarchy of the Circus. As we TRACK with them, we see that each floor is its own WORLD. The two men walk past the fourth floor REGISTRY - the vast archive of intelligence, staffed by RESEARCHERS.
Smiley and Control pass down another flight and along the third floor - INTELLIGENCE OFFICERS - heads poking out of offices, amongst them JERRY WESTERBY.
Down to the second floor - SCALPHUNTERS - the muscle of the Circus. The boredom of an air-port lounge, a sunken sofa and pool-table. The Scalphunters watching them go in respectful silence.
On down to the first floor TYPING POOL - staffed by pretty young society girls - the DEBS - who watch open-mouthed, as their Chief passes them for the last time. And finally down to...
INT. CIRCUS - GROUND-FLOOR LOBBY - DAY
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An ancient doorman - BRYANT - feeling the moment must be marked in some way - leaves his sentry box and opens the main door for Control. Control acknowledges the salute with a flick of his eyes and we push through the doors...
EXT. CIRCUS - ROOF OF THE CIRCUS - DAY
Alleline and Bland stand smoking, watching Control and Smiley emerge onto the pavement.
EXT. CIRCUS - DAY
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CONTROL and SMILEY stand on the street. They stare at each other for a moment. This is goodbye. They shake hands. Perhaps theres a little reserve in Controls manner, a lack of warmth. From the expression on Smileys face we see that he is pained by this.
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Control puts his collar up and walks away. Smiley stands forlornly as Control disappears into the crowd.
TITLES OVER A MONTAGE
EXT. HAMPSTEAD POND - AUTUMN DAY
THE WATER OF THE POND - still, glassy.
A MANS head breaks the surface - Smiley swimming through his retirement.
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He takes a breath and submerges again. Beyond him we see a straggled diagonal line of elderly heads, bobbing through the water.
EXT. HAMPSTEAD POND - DAY
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Smiley dries himself under the trees, pink and raw in the cold fresh air. He smooths his hair down, feeling a little less ridiculous. He looks over to where a VERY ELDERLY SWIMMER is being helped into the water - little more than trembling bones.
Is this his world now?
INT. CIRCUS - FIFTH FLOOR - DAY
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A MOTHER unloads a stack of files from a LIFT shaft and places them into her wheeled safe. A piece of CHRISTMAS TINSEL is wound along the trolley. We track with her through the HIVE-LIKE atmosphere of the fifth floor, behind her the conference room - a glimpse of Alleline in Controls chair, surrounded by his lieutenants - smoke and whiskey - engaged in the business of the world.
She pushes on into Allelines OFFICE - loads the new files into the LARGE SAFE there, locks and spins the combination.
INT. SMILEYS HOUSE - WINTER DAY
Smiley stands frying an egg in his small kitchen.
INT. SMILEYS HOUSE - DAY
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Smiley sits eating his solitary lunch, reading a volume of Grimmelshausen. He turns a page, examines the illustration of a knight and a dragon - holds it at arms length, trying to focus on it.
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INT. SMILEYS HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT
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Smiley lies in the double bed, a conspicuous empty space next to him. He leans over and turns the light out.
INT. CIRCUS - FIFTH FLOOR - ALLELINES OFFICE - NIGHT
A HAND removes files from the LARGE SAFE.
ON A BRIEFCASE - as the files - marked TOP SECRET - are slipped inside.
INT. CIRCUS - FIFTH FLOOR - EVENING
P.O.V. MYSTERY MAN
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... TRACKING through the near-empty offices. All the drawers of the desks are OPEN. BINS on the tables. A few mothers working late, illuminated by their desk lamps. One of them is applying lipstick, prior to leaving. She doesnt react as we track by.
EXT. OPTICIANS - SPRING DAY
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We are looking at large blurred LETTERS. A lens is slotted into our frame and the letters leap into BOLD.
Smiley is in a chair, being fitted for spectacles.
INT. OPTICIANS - DAY
Smiley is selecting frames from a display. He tries on a pair, watched by a bored shop assistant, used to the pedantic ways of the retired.
INT. CIRCUS - GROUND-FLOOR LOBBY - EVENING
TRACKING with the BRIEFCASE as the mystery man walks towards the main entrance. The ELDERLY PORTER- BRYANT -nods respectfully.
INT. LONDON UNDERGROUND - EVENING
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A packed train - Businessmen in bowler hats, long-haired seventies youth - the old and the new bumping underneath the city. We track low level until we find our MYSTERY MAN, the BRIEFCASE clutched in his hand.
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EXT. SAFE HOUSE - EVENING
Tracking with the BRIEFCASE as it is carried towards the house...
INT. SAFE HOUSE - GROUND FLOOR - NIGHT
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An elderly lady - MRS McCRAIG - stands at the sink. Through the window she catches a glimpse of the Mystery Mans legs passing, the briefcase in his hand as he walks up the steps towards the front door. Calmly she dries her hands as the doorbell rings and her DOG begins to bark furiously.
INT. SAFE HOUSE - GROUND FLOOR - NIGHT
Mrs McCraig opens the door and the figure passes her and the barking dog without a word and begins to walk up the stairs...
INT. SMILEYS HOUSE - DRAWING ROOM - DAY
Smiley adds a LETTER to a pile on the mantelpiece. We see the letters are all addressed to ANN SMILEY.
He straightens up, finds himself staring at a PAINTING on the wall - a muddy abstract.
INT. SAFE HOUSE - MEETING ROOM - NIGHT
The room is almost bare - two chairs at a small table on which stands two desk lamps and a CAMERA. The Mystery Man has crossed to the wall by the window and opens the GRILL on an AIR DUCT.
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From across the street a tall good-looking man - POLYAKOV -watches as the opened duct spills a star pattern of light out into the night air. He walks towards the house...
INT. SAFE HOUSE - MEETING ROOM - NIGHT
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The Mystery man settles at the table, sorting through the contents of the briefcase as, from down below, we hear the sound of the door bell, the dog barking and footsteps on the stairs. Polyakov walks into the room and joins the Mystery Man at the small table. He picks up the camera with a smile.
POLYAKOV (In Russian) Shall we begin?
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END OF TITLES
EXT. LACONS HOUSE - EARLY MORNING
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Lights glowing in the early morning gloom, an ultra-modern cube of a building sits in rather traditional grounds. This is the unlikely home of Oliver Lacon, Permanent under-secretary.
INT./EXT. LACONS HOUSE - MORNING
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As we watch a young girl - JACKIE LACON - appears at the living room window in her night-dress, playing with a toy. As we watch her we hear stealthy footsteps approach. Then a MAN steps into frame, his back to us, watching the girl through the window. He taps on the glass with one hand. Jackie looks up, surprised.
As we pull back a little we see the man has his other hand behind his back.
And in it is a long, bone-handled KNIFE.
Behind Jackie we see a string bean of a man, OLIVER LACON, tying his silk dressing gown as he cautiously approaches the window. On the other side, the intruder stands, smoking.
LACON (through glass) This is private property. Who are you?
He takes in the man before him - filthy and bearded, you could mistake him for a tramp. But beneath the grime hes tanned and his eyes have a dangerous, feral edge. This is RICKI TARR.
He smiles.
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RICKI TARR Minister Lacon.
LACON What do you want?
RICKI TARR I want to talk to Control. And I want breakfast.
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