Topic: Spying on display
There must be a novel here, better yet a movie shot on the cheap here. All interiors, weapon of every kind, cloaks and daggers for props are available and all those bodies of both sexes buried in the basement(s). Think of all the hidden passage ways, the trap doors, the two-faced ushers, the lethal Bondian kill-devices and spy toys that never made it to the Mattel toy stores.
And then there are all those secret love stories wrapped in cheap brown paper, tied up with pretty bows made of hemp twine, unreadable names written in a shaky script of tear-smudged pseudonyms obliterating the identity of the professional liar (spying is lying and sniping) for hire.