C:Jorge. Jorge get in here. Jorge, sit down. Take a look at this nonsense. Report by a Soviet hight command on their recent naval exercises in the Black Sea. Just what the admiralty has been begging us for some information on.
G:Where did you get this.
C:I didn't, Percy and his little cabal walked in with it.
B:Style, appalling. Patently a fabrication from beginning to end. Just could be the real thing.
G:Well, if it's genuine, it's gold dust. But its topicality makes it suspect.
C:Smily is suspicious, Percy.
G:Where did it come from? What's the access?
P:A new secret source of mine.
S:But how could he possibly have access to.
P:He has a access to the most sensitive levels of policy-making. We've named the operation Witchcraft.
C:Oh, Percy and his pals bypassed us, Smily. Gone straight to the administer. Percy has been allowed to keep the identity of his new friend top secret.
P:Administer agrees with me that too many secrets are blown around here. Too much failiure, too many scandals, too little solid inteligence.
R:Percy does have a point, Control. We should be fighting Communism, not each other.
P:While we're losing our reputation, or partners.
C:Your bloody Yanks!
P:And we've had enough! There's going to be changes.
T:We need to decide if we want to be part of the past or part of the future.
C:I should have left you where I found you.
T. et. al: Look control.
C:Out! All of you.
G:If Witchcraft is genuine.
C:Nothing is genuine anymore.