Spies Die Hard!
"Brickel?" he said, coming up to her.
His white coveralls were spotted with grime. There was a dark bruise on his right cheek.
"Yes," she said.
"I'm Harry Horn."
"You've got to help me." His voice was urgent, pleading. He brushed past her, into her room. She walked in after him, shut and locked the door, leaned her back against it.
"You can't stay here," she said.
"Are you alone?"
"Yes," she said. "I'm alone."
He went through the apartment, returned to the front room. "I had to make sure." He