"[Birds chirping, dogs barking]" "[Approaching train whistles]" "[Rhythmic instrumental theme music plays]" "[Jazzy instrumental music plays]" "[Suspenseful instrumental music plays]" "[Boy makes sounds of dismay]" "Don't tell me, you didn't know it was loaded." "Sylie!" "Can't he do something constructie like start an aalanche?" "[Sylie speaks to boy in French]" "When you start to eat like this something is the matter." "Sylie, I'm getting a diorce." "What?" "From Charles?" "He's the only husband I hae." "I've tried to make it work, really, I hae." "But...." "But what?" "I can't explain." "It's just that I'm too miserable to go on any longer like this." "It's infuriating that your unhappiness does not turn to fat." "SYLVIE:" "But I don't understand." "Why do you want a diorce?" "Because I don't loe him, and he obiously doesn't loe me." "SYLVIE:" "That's no reason to diorce." "With a rich husband and this year's clothes... you won't find it difficult to make some new friends." "I admit I came to Paris to escape American proincial... but that doesn't mean I'm ready for French traditional." "I loathe the whole idea of diorce." "If only Charles had been honest with me." "That's all I ask of anybody, the simple truth." "But with Charles eerything is secrecy and lies." "He's hiding something from me, Sylie." "Something terrible." "And it frightens me." "PETER:" "Does he belong to you?" "It's hers." "Where did you find him, robbing a bank?" "He was throwing snowballs at Baron Rothschild." "Thank you." "Do we know each other?" "Why, do you think we're going to?" "I don't know." "How would I know?" "Because I already know a lot of people." "Until one of them dies..." "I couldn't possibly meet anyone else." "Well, if anyone goes on the critical list, let me know." "Quitter." "What's that?" "You gie up awfully easily, don't you?" "Jean-Louis, let us make a walk." "I've neer seen a Rothschild before." "[Chuckles]" "Cleer fellow, almost missed me." "PETER:" "Thank you." "You're blocking my iew." "Which iew would you prefer?" "The one you're blocking." "It's my last chance." "I'm flying back to Paris today." "What's your name?" "Peter Joshua." "Mine's Regina Lampert." "Is there a Mr. Lampert?" "Yes." "Good for you." "It isn't ." "I'm getting a diorce." "Please." "Not on my account." "No, I don't really loe him." "Well, at least you're honest." "Is there a Mrs. Joshua?" "Yes, but we're diorced." "That wasn't a proposal." "I'm just curious." "Is your husband with you?" "Charles is neer with me." "What do people call you, Pete?" "Mr. Joshua." "I've enjoyed talking to you." "REGGIE:" "Now you're angry." "No." "I just hae a lot of packing to do." "I'm going back to Paris, too." "Shakespeare said, " When strangers do meet in far off lands..." ""they should ere long see each other again."" "Shakespeare neer said that." "How do you know?" "It's terrible." "You just made it up." "Sounds right." "Will you call me?" "Are you in the book?" "Charles is." "Is there only one Charles Lampert?" "Lord, I hope so." "REGGIE:" "Goodbye, Sylie, and thanks." "When you get your diorce are you going back to America?" "Don't you want me to stay?" "Of course." "But if you went back and wrote me a letter...." "You could hae the stamps." "I'll get you some here, okay?" "Okay." "Goodbye." "[Sombre instrumental music plays]" "Honorine?" "Honorine!" "[Screams]" "Madame Charles Lampert?" "Yes." "I am Inspector Édouard Grandpierre of the Police Judiciaire." "Would you be so kind as to come with me, please?" "Well, madame?" "You're positie?" "You loed him?" "I'm ery cold." "INSPECTOR:" "We discoered his body lying next to the tracks... of the Paris-Bordeaux railroad line." "He was dressed only in his pyjamas." "INSPECTOR:" "Do you know of any reason why he may hae wanted to leae France?" "Leae?" "No." "Your husband possessed a ticket of passage on the Maranguater." "It sailed for Venezuela this morning at 7.:00 a.m." "I'm ery confused." "He was American, your husband?" "Swiss." "Swiss." "His profession?" "He didn't hae one." "He was a wealthy man?" "I suppose so, I don't know." "About how wealthy would you say?" "I don't know." "Where did he keep his money?" "I don't know." "Besides yourself, who is his nearest relatie?" "I don't know." "That's absurd, madame." "REGGIE:" "I know." "I'm sorry." "It is all right." "I wish you wouldn't ." "[Speaking French]" "Last Wednesday he sold the contents of the apartment at public auction." "Eerything." "The gallery paid him 1,250,000 new francs." "In dollars, $250,000." "The authorities in Bordeaux searched his train compartment." "They searched it thoroughly." "They did not find $250,000." "These few things are all that was found in the train compartment." "There was no other baggage." "Your husband must hae been in a great hurry." "One wallet containing 4,000 francs." "One agenda." "His last notation was made yesterday..." "Thursday, 5:00 p.m..." "Jardin des Champs-Élysées." "Why there?" "I don't know." "Perhaps he met somebody." "Obiously." "One ticket of passage to South America." "One letter." "Stamped but unsealed, addressed to you." "May I see it, please?" ""My dear Regina:" "I hope you are enjoying your holiday." ""Megèe is loely this time of year." "The days pass ery slowly..." ""and I hope to see you soon." "As always, Charles." ""P.S. Your dentist called yesterday." "Your appointment has been changed."" "Not much, is it?" "We called your dentist." "We thought perhaps we would learn something." "REGGIE:" "Did you?" "INSPECTOR:" "Yes." "Your appointment has been changed." "One key to your apartment." "One comb." "One fountain pen." "One toothbrush." "One tin of toothpowder." "That is all." "If you will sign this list, you may take the things with you." "Is that all?" "May I leae now?" "One more question." "Is this your husband's passport?" "Yes." "And this?" "I don't understand." "And this?" "And this?" "[Melancholy instrumental music plays]" "[Door creaks open]" "[Approaching footsteps]" "[Door creaks open]" "PETER:" "I telephoned but nobody answered." "REGGIE:" "Hello." "PETER:" "Hello." "PETER:" "I wanted to tell you how sorry I am, see if there's anything I can do." "REGGIE:" "How did you find out?" "PETER:" "It's in the afternoon papers." "PETER:" "I'm ery sorry." "REGGIE:" "Thank you." "PETER:" "I pressed the bell but it doesn't ring, I guess." "REGGIE:" "I know." "There's no electricity." "Well, where did eerything go?" "Charles sold it all at auction." "This is all I hae left." "I loe this room, but Charles neer really saw it." "Only the things in it." "I think I prefer it this way." "What are you going to do?" "Try and get my old job back at E.U.R.E.S.C.O., I suppose." "PETER:" "Doing what?" "I'm a simultaneous translator." "Like Sylie." "Only she's English into French, and I'm French into English." "That's what I was doing before I married Charles." "The police probably think I killed him." "Instant diorce, you mean?" "Something like that." "It's terrible to end it this way, though." "Tossed off a train like a sack of third class mail." "Well, come on, you can't stay here." "I don't know where to go." "We'll find you a hotel." "Nothing too expensie." "I'm not a lady of leisure anymore, you know." "Something clean and modest... and near enough to E.U.R.E.S.C.O. so you can take a cab when it rains." "Okay?" "Okay." "[Melancholy instrumental music plays]" "Not a ery large turnout, is it?" "Didn't Charles hae any friends?" "Don't ask me." "I'm only the widow." "If Charles had died in bed we wouldn't een hae him." "At least he knows how to behae at funerals." "Hae you no idea who could hae done it?" "Until two days ago, the only thing I knew about Charles was his name." "Now it seems I didn't een know that." "He must hae known Charles pretty well." "How can you tell?" "He's allergic to him." "REGGIE:" "Bless you." "Do you know him?" "Neer seen him before." "Arrivederci, Charlie." "TEX:" "Mrs. Lampert, ma'am?" "Mrs. Lampert, ma'am." "Charlie had no call of doing it that way." "No, sirree." "What next?" "[Speaking French]" "SYLVIE:" "Who is it from?" "REGGIE:" "The American Embassy." "I bluffed the old man out of the last pot with a pair of deuces." "What's so depressing about that?" "lf I can do it... what are the Russians doing to him?" "Hello?" "Hello?" "BARTHOLOMEW:" "Is anything wrong, Miss Tompkins?" "Miss Tompkins isn't here." "I'm sorry." "My secretary must hae gone to lunch." "You are...." "Mrs." "Lampert, Mrs. Charles Lampert." "Yes." "Please, come in, Mrs. Lampert." "Excuse me for a moment, Mrs. Lampert." "Stubborn little deil." "Dry cleaning-wise, things are all fouled up." "I had a good man, really excellent, on the Rue Ponthieu." "But HQ asked us to use the plant here in the building... to ease the gold outflow." "Mr. Bartholomew, are you sure you know who I am?" "You are Charles Lampert's widow, yes?" "I'm ery sorry." "Last time I sent out a tie only the spot came back." "Voilà, as they say." "Won't you sit down, Mrs. Lampert?" "BARTHOLOMEW:" "I've got something here." "I've got lierwurst, lierwurst, chicken and lierwurst." "No, thank you." "Mrs. Lampert, do you know what CIA is?" "I don't suppose it's an airline, is it?" "Central Intelligence Agency, CIA." "You mean spies and all that?" "Only we call them agents." "We, you mean you?" "Someone has to do it, Mrs. Lampert." "I didn't think people like you were supposed to admit" "I'm not an agent, I'm an administrator." "A desk jockey." "Trying to run a bureau of oerworked men with under-allocated... funds." "Congress seems to think that all a spy needs" "Agent." "Yes." "That all he needs is a code book, a cyanide pill... and he's in business." "What's all this got to do with me, Mr. Bartholomew?" "Your husband was wanted by the United States goernment." "May I hae a sandwich, please?" "Chicken or lierwurst?" "Chicken." "To be more specific, your husband was wanted by this agency." "So that was it." "Yes." "We, of course, knew him by his real name." "Voss." "Charles Voss." "All right, Mrs. Voss..." "I'd like you to look at this photograph here for a moment." "Tell us if you recognise...." "By the way, hae you seen this one?" "Scott, Cathy and Ham Junior." "Very sweet." "Aren't they?" "All right, Mrs. Voss" "Please stop calling me that." "Lampert's the name on the marriage licence." "Terribly sorry." "Please look at that photograph and tell me if you recognise anyone." "Just a moment, hae a good look." "REGGIE:" "Charles!" "BARTHOLOMEW:" "Good." "He looks young." "When was it taken?" "1944." "Next, please." "REGGIE:" "The man who was at the funeral." "A tall man in a corduroy suit." "Does the name Tex Panthollow mean anything to you?" "No." "Would you like some wine?" "No, thank you." "Next, please." "He was there, too." "A little less hair, but it's the same one." "Do you know him, Leopold W. Gideon?" "REGGIE:" "No." "The last one, please." "REGGIE:" "That's a face you don't forget." "He was there, too." "Herman Scobie." "You've neer seen him before?" "No, thank heaen." "BARTHOLOMEW:" "Mrs. Lampert..." "I'm ery much afraid you're in a great deal of danger." "Why should I be in any danger?" "You're Charles Voss' wife." "Now that he's dead you're their only lead." "Mr. Bartholomew, If you're trying to frighten me... you're doing a first-rate job." "BARTHOLOMEW:" "Do what we ask." "It's your only chance." "Gladly, but I don't know what you want." "You haen't told me." "I haen't ?" "It's the money." "The money." "The $250,000 Charles Voss receied from the auction." "Those three men want it, too." "They want it very badly." "But that's Charles' money, not theirs." "Mrs. Lampert, I'd like to see you try and conince them of that." "Oh, boy." "But then whose is it, his or theirs?" "Ours." "Charles Voss stole $250,000 from the United States goernment." "I'm afraid we want it back." "But I don't hae it." "But that's impossible, Mrs. Lampert." "You're the only one who could." "Mr. Bartholomew, if I had $250,000, beliee me I'd know it." "Neertheless, Mrs. Lampert, you've got it." "You mean it's just lying around somewhere, all that cash?" "Or a certified cheque, a safe-deposit key, a baggage claim." "You look, I'm sure you'll find it." "But" "Look for it!" "Look just as hard and as fast as you can." "You may not hae a great deal of time." "Those three men know you've got the money, just as we do." "You won't be safe until the money's in our hands." "Is that clear?" "Now here's where you're to call me, day or night." "It's a direct line to both my office... and my apartment." "Don't tell anyone about coming to see us today." "It could prove fatal for them as well as yourself." "As I said, I'm afraid you're in a great deal of danger." "I regret very much having to say this, but... please remember what happened to your husband." "[Liely instrumental music plays]" "Hello." "Hello, Peter." "Didn't you telephone me to meet you on that corner there?" "I'm sorry, I heard the children laughing." "Do you understand French?" "Not a word." "I'm still haing trouble with English." "REGGIE:" "The man and the woman are married." "I can see that." "They're batting each other oer the head." "[Punch protests]" "Who's that with the hat?" "That's the policeman." "He wants to arrest Judy for killing Punch." "[Judy protests]" "What's she saying now?" "That she's innocent." "She didn't do it." "She did it all right." "I beliee her." "PETER:" "Well, who was that?" "REGGIE:" "That's Punch, of course." "Punch, of course!" "I thought he was dead." "He's only pretending, to teach her a lesson." "Only he is dead, Peter." "I saw him." "He's not pretending." "Somebody threw him off a train." "Charles was mixed up in something terrible." "What am I going to do?" "I wish you'd let me help you." "It doesn't sound like something a young woman can handle by herself." "[Policeman protesting]" "How about making me ice president in charge of cheering you up?" "Starting tonight?" "Good eening, ladies and gentlemen." "[Repeats the phrase in Italian]" "[Speaking French]" "Step right up, ladies and gentlemen." "What's going on?" "Fun and games." "Eidently, we're the floor show." "Come on." "What, you and me?" "Eeryone." "[Speaking French]" "There are two teams." "[Speaking French]" "For eery team there is one orange." "[Repeats phrase in arious languages]" "[Speaking French]" "Put it like so." "[Speaking French]" "You pass the orange to the person behind you." "[Speaking French]" "Without the use of your hands." "Are you ready?" "[Counts in Italian]" "[Liely bossa noa music plays]" "[Club patrons laughing]" "[Club patrons applaud]" "GIDEON:" "Mrs. Lampert." "Who are you?" "Didn't Charles tell you?" "Tell me what?" "It doesn't belong to you." "You do know that, don't you?" "I don't know anything" "GIDEON:" "Any morning now you could wake up dead." "Leae me alone." "Dead." "Like last week's news." "Like Charles." "Stop it." "PETER:" "Trouble?" "REGGIE:" "He stepped on my foot." "Forgie me." "Wait here, I won't be long." "GIDEON:" "It was quite unintentional, I'm sure." "Mr. Bartholomew, this is Regina Lampert." "I just saw one of those men." "Can you hear me?" "Mr. Bartholomew, this is Regina Lampert." "I just" "Howdy." "What do you want?" "You must be kidding." "REGGIE:" "No, I'm not." "TEX:" "Now, come on, Mrs. Lampert." "You know what it is, and you're going to get it for me, too." "You know I ain't fooling around." "No sirree, Bob." "Stop that." "Please stop!" "Now don't make too much noise." "It could get a whole lot worse, you know." "It belongs to me, Mrs. Lampert, and you're going to get it for me." "Or your life ain't worth the paper it's printed on." "TEX:" "You say what I'm saying to you?" "Stop." "Please stop!" "TEX:" "Go home and think it oer real careful like, you hear?" "You're insane, you're absolutely insane!" "What's the matter?" "What are you doing in here?" "I'm haing a nerous breakdown." "Hold it." "I've waited long enough." "What happened back there?" "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to tell you or not." "What does that mean?" "He said if I told anybody it could proe fatal for them as well as me." "PETER:" "Who said?" "REGGIE:" "I'm not supposed to say." "Stop that nonsense." "Stop bullying me." "Eerybody is." "PETER:" "I'm not bullying-- REGGIE:" "You said it was nonsense." "Being murdered in cold blood is not nonsense." "Why don't you try it some time?" "Could you see me to the door?" "Of course." "REGGIE:" "It's a good place for making friends." "You said this afternoon your husband was mixed up in something." "How do you shae in there?" "What was it?" "What was what?" "What your husband was mixed up in." "I know it's asking you to stretch your imagination, but... don't you think you could pretend for a moment that I'm a woman" "I could yet be arrested for bringing a minor aboe the first floor." "PETER:" "Here you are." "REGGIE:" "Where?" "On the street where you lie." "How about once more round the park?" "How about getting out of here?" "Come on, child, out." "Won't you come in for a minute?" "No, I won't ." "I don't bite, you know." "Unless it's called for." "How would you like a spanking?" "How would you like a punch in the nose?" "Stop treating me like a child." "Stop behaing like one." "If you want to tell me what's wrong, fine." "If not, I'm tired, it's late and I want to go home to bed." "REGGIE:" "Know what's wrong with you?" "PETER:" "No, what?" "Nothing." "[Reggie screams]" "Where is it, lady?" "I don't know." "[Suspenseful instrumental music plays]" "I want it." "HERMAN:" "Gie it to me." "It's mine." "REGGIE:" "Peter!" "Peter!" "A man tried to kill me." "[Men struggling]" "[Sound of struggle stops]" "REGGIE: [Whispering] Peter?" "Peter?" "Peter, are you all right?" "[Peter groans]" "REGGIE:" "Peter, are you hurt?" "I sprained my pride." "PETER:" "How are you?" "REGGIE:" "Scared." "PETER:" "You'll be all right." "PETER:" "Where did he go?" "REGGIE:" "Out the window, I guess." "Lock the door, and don't let anyone in except me." "PETER:" "Close these windows after me." "REGGIE:" "Be careful." "You just took the words right out of my mouth." "[Suspenseful instrumental music plays]" "[Woman shrieks]" "WOMAN:" "Alistair!" "MAN:" "What is it now, Pamela?" "WOMAN:" "It happened again." "Another strange man peered in the window and then went away." "MAN:" "Bad luck, Pamela." "GIDEON:" "That was a dumb moe, Herman." "TEX:" "Man, and then some." "TEX:" "If he'd let us know he was going up to her room... we could've done something to keep him busy." "Sneaking off up there that away by yourself." "What did you expect him to do, walk up and shake your hand?" "GIDEON:" "A dumb moe, Herman." "Yes, it was a dumb moe, Herman." "What is the matter with you?" "Do you want some more?" "Neer mind that." "Did you get the money?" "How could I with the Marx Brothers breathing down my neck?" "I thought we had an agreement." "The girl trusts me." "If she has the money, I'll know about it." "But you just leae me alone." "We took all the chances." "The money belongs to us, not to him." "Now don't be piggy, Herman." "A third of nothing is nothing, just think about that." "But make up your mind." "She's waiting for me." "I don't see how another 24 hours could hurt anything." "Shoot, no." "Not after all these years." "Then he gets it out of your share." "Not mine." "Not mine." "Either one of you got the room next to her?" "I hae, why?" "Gie me the key." "Get yourself another room." "I want to use it." "But if you do find that money... you ain't going to forget to tell your buddies about it, are you?" "Don't worry." "No, I ain't worrying." "You see this little fella here?" "He worries." "And he's een meaner than I am." "REGGIE:" "Who is it?" "PETER:" "It's me, Peter." "There was no trace of him." "Why don't you confide in me, and tell me what this is all about?" "There are three men, he's one of them." "They think I hae $250,000 that belongs to them." "Go on." "That's all." "No, it isn't ." "Where's the money?" "I don't know." "They killed Charles to get it... but he must not hae had it with him on the train." "So they think he left it with you." "But he didn't ." "I've looked eerywhere and if I don't find it they'll kill me." "No, they won't ." "I won't let them." "Peter, help me." "You're the only one I can trust." "I'll help you." "PETER:" "I told you I would." "Come on." "REGGIE:" "I'm so hungry I could faint." "I've gotten your suit all wet." "That's all right, it's a drip-dry." "Wipe your eyes." "Promise me you'll neer lie to me the way Charles did." "Why do people hae to tell lies?" "It's because they want something." "They're afraid the truth won't get it for them." "Do you tell lies?" "[Telephone buzzes]" "Hello." "It's me." "The man who was in your room a few minutes ago." "What do you want?" "Who is it?" "It's the man you had the fight with." "Is Dyle with you?" "Who?" "The man I had the fight with." "Dyle." "That's his name." "What's wrong, is he still there?" "Yes." "That's right." "What's he saying?" "Don't trust him." "Don't tell him anything." "He's after the money." "[Ominous instrumental music]" "What was all that about?" "He said if I don't gie him the money, he'll kill me." "Don't take it seriously." "He's just trying to frighten you." "I beliee what he said." "No, it's just a lot of words." "Words can hurt." "Try to get some sleep, you'll feel better." "Don't worry, I've arranged to take the room next door to you." "So you'll be all right." "If you want anything, just bang on the wall." "Better lock the door after me." "Good night." "I am calm." "What I'm trying to say is that there's someone else." "What?" "REGGIE:" "Someone who wasn't in the photograph." "He says his name is Peter Joshua, but it isn't , it's Dyle." "Are you still there?" "Yes." "I don't know who this Mr. Dyle is." "It's possible we were wrong about who killed your husband." "You mean, he might hae?" "I'm catching the next plane out of here." "I am not going to wait for someone to make chopped lier out of me." "Take it easy." "Where are you now?" "Can you meet me at the market?" "REGGIE:" "At Les Halles?" "BARTHOLOMEW:" "Opposite Saint Eustache." "Meet you there in 15 minutes." "REGGIE:" "I'll be there in 15 minutes." "[Suspenseful instrumental music plays]" "[Key thumps on floor]" "[Reggie speaks French urgently]" "[Speaks French]" "Were you followed?" "Yes, by Dyle." "But I lost him." "I'm beginning to think women make the best spies." "Agents." "He has a gun." "No." "But I saw it." "No, that's not Carson Dyle." "Carson?" "There's only one Dyle connected with this affair, Carson Dyle." "You mean, you've known about him all along?" "BARTHOLOMEW:" "Enough to make you a egetarian, isn't it?" "It's just lucky I am not hanging next to one of those right now." "Why didn't you tell me you knew about Dyle?" "I didn't see any point, Dyle's dead." "Mr. Bartholomew, what is all this about?" "In 1944... fie members of the OSS, the military espionage unit... were ordered behind the German lines... for the purpose of deliering $250,000 in gold... to the French underground." "The fie men were, of course, your husband Charles... the three men who showed up at his funeral, and Carson Dyle." "Instead of deliering the gold they stole it." "How?" "By burying it." "Then reporting that the Germans had captured it." "All they had to do was come back after the war... dig it up and split it fie ways." "$250,000 with no questions asked." "May I hae a cigarette, please?" "I can't stand those things." "It's like drinking coffee through a eil." "Eerything went smoothly enough until after the gold was buried." "Then before they could get out... they were ambushed by a German patrol." "A machine gun separated Scobie from his right hand... and caught Carson Dyle full in the stomach." "What was wrong with that one?" "Nothing, I guess." "What happened then?" "Hae you any idea what these things cost oer here?" "Please go on." "What happened then?" "Carson Dyle was dead." "But Scobie was able to trael." "[Verbal exchange in French]" "Where was I?" "Carson Dyle was dead." "The others got back to the base and waited for the war to end." "Only Charles couldn't wait quite as long as the others." "He beat them back to the gold, took it all and disappeared." "It's taken Gideon, Tex, and Scobie all this time to catch up with him." "But if they stole all that money, why can't you arrest them?" "We know what happened from the bits and pieces we could paste together." "We still hae no proof." "What's this got to do with the CIO?" "CIA, Mrs. Lampert." "It's an extension of the wartime OSS." "It's our money and we want it back." "I'm sorry, but nothing you've said has changed my mind." "I'm leaing Paris tonight." "I wouldn't adise that, Mrs. Lampert." "Consider what happened to your husband when he tried to leae." "Those men won't be ery far away no matter where you go." "In fact, I don't see any point in you changing hotels." "Please help us." "Your goernment is counting on you." "If I'm going to die, I might as well do it for my country." "That's the spirit." "Here's what I want you to do." "We want to know who this man is, the one calling himself Dyle." "I want you to find out." "Why me?" "BARTHOLOMEW:" "You're in an ideal position, he trusts you." "Besides... you yourself said women make the best spies." "Agents." "[Woman apologises in French]" "[Light-hearted instrumental music plays]" "[Man calls her in German]" "What are you doing following me?" "It's going to look like a parade." "Stop it." "[Car horn beeping]" "How are you?" "How nice to see you." "When did you arrie?" "It's a loely town." "Are you haing a good time?" "REGGIE:" "So many things to see." "[Man calls her in German]" "If you don't stop following me, I'll call the police." "Taxi!" "Dyle, please." "D-Y-L-E." "Yes, Mr. Dyle, I remember." "I'm sorry, Mr. Dyle." "Nothing today." "Thank you." "LOUDSPEAKER:" "Mr. Dyle, please." "You're wanted on the telephone." "Mr. Dyle, cabin four." "Mr. Dyle, cabin four, please." "Yes." "REGGIE:" "Good morning, Mr. Dyle." "Reggie?" "It's my only name, and you?" "No cat and mouse, you got me." "What do you want to know?" "REGGIE:" "Why you lied to me." "I had to." "For all I knew you were in on the whole thing." "I'm trying to find out who you are." "But you know my name, it's Dyle." "Carson Dyle is dead." "Yes, he is." "He was my brother." "Your brother?" "The army thinks he was killed in action by the Germans." "But I think they did it." "Tex, Gideon, Scobie, and your husband." "Because my brother wouldn't go along with their scheme to steal the gold." "I think he threatened to turn them in... and they killed him." "I'm trying to proe it." "They think I'm working with them, but I'm not, Reggie." "I'm on your side." "Just beliee that." "How can I?" "You lied to me just the way Charles did... after promising you wouldn't ." "I want to beliee you, Peter." "I can't call you that anymore, can I?" "I'll hae to get used to your new name." "What is it?" "Hello?" "Hello?" "[Suspenseful instrumental music plays]" "If you do anything funny or talk to anyone, I'll kill you." "You'll wreck your raincoat." "Take the next car, please." "Look out." "Didn't want you to bump your head." "All right, get in there." "All right, turn around." "[Bullets clatter to floor]" "Now sit down." "Now what?" "We wait." "With our mouths shut." "I am sorry about that." "Okay, up there." "Do I knock or something?" "No, open it." "HERMAN:" "Keep right on going." "The iew, it better be worth it." "[Suspenseful instrumental music plays]" "Very pretty." "Now what?" "I was afraid of that." "I'll gie you a chance, Dyle." "Which is more than you'd gie me." "Where's the money?" "Is that why you dragged me all the way up here, to ask me that?" "She has it." "And I say, maybe you both hae it." "One more time, Dyle." "Where is it?" "Supposing I had it... which I don't ... do you really think I'd just hand it oer to you?" "Step back." "Back where?" "That's the idea." "Now just a minute." "Take it easy." "[Yelling]" "[Herman screams]" "Herman!" "What?" "[Chuckles]" "How are you doing?" "How do you think?" "If you get bored, try writing, "Loe thy neighbour" ... 100 times on the side of the building." "Monsieur, next time, please... use the keyhole." "[Door opens in next room]" "REGGIE:" "Is that you?" "PETER:" "Yeah." "REGGIE:" "You going to open up?" "PETER:" "Wait a minute." "REGGIE:" "Don't you know it's impolite to leae someone holding the phone?" "REGGIE:" "What happened?" "PETER:" "I met a man with sharp nails." "Scobie?" "I left him hanging around the American Express." "REGGIE:" "Come in." "I've got something that really stings." "PETER:" "You're the kind who'd hae something like that." "Sit down." "Wait a minute, what is that stuff?" "Marellous stuff." "It's going to hurt you more than it'll hurt me." "PETER:" "I'll bet." "Did you hear something rip?" "No." "That's odd." "[Winces in pain]" "I only came here for an estimate." "Sit still." "It's not too bad." "You won't be able to lie on your back for a few days." "But then you can lie from any position, can't you?" "Does it hurt?" "What?" "Does it hurt?" "Are you kidding?" "Hae you got a bullet I can bite, like they do in the moles?" "Are you really Carson Dyle's brother?" "Would you like to see my passport?" "Passport!" "What kind of a proof is that?" "Would you like to see where I was tattooed?" "Yes." "Okay, we'll drie around that way." "You could at least tell me what your first name is these days." "Alexander." "Okay, Alexander." "You're done." "Good." "You're a new man." "I'm sorry the old one couldn't tell you the truth." "But I had to find out your part in all this." "REGGIE:" "Is there a Mrs. Dyle?" "PETER:" "Yes." "But we're divorced." "I thought that was Peter Joshua." "PETER:" "I'm just as difficult to lie with as he was." "Alex, how can you tell if anyone is lying or not?" "You can't ." "There must be some way." "There's an old riddle about two tribes of Indians:" "The Whitefeet always tell the truth, and the Blackfeet always lie." "So one day you meet an Indian." "You say, " Hey, Indian." ""What are you, a truthful Whitefoot, or a lying Blackfoot?"" "He says, " I'm a truthful Whitefoot." But which is he?" "Why not just look at his feet?" "Because he's wearing moccasins." "Then he's a truthful Whitefoot." "Why not a lying Blackfoot?" "Which one are you?" "A truthful Whitefoot." "Come in." "Sit down." "Why?" "You want to look at my feet?" "Yes." "Knock it off." "Come on, listen to me." "Here it comes, the fatherly talk." "You forget I'm already a widow." "So was Juliet at 15." "But I'm not 15." "That's your trouble." "You're too old for me." "Can't you be serious?" "You just said a horrible word." "What did I say?" "Serious." "When a man gets to be my age, he doesn't want to hear that word." "I don't want to be serious." "I especially don't want you to be." "Okay, we'll just sit around all day being friolous." "How about that?" "Reggie, cut it out." "Okay." "Now what are you doing?" "Cutting it out." "Who told you to do that?" "You did." "I'm not through complaining yet." "Now, cut it out." "Alex, I think I loe you." "[Telephone buzzes]" "PETER:" "The telephone is ringing." "REGGIE:" "Neer mind." "Whoeer it is won't gie up, and neither will I." "Just a minute." "Hang on." "Take it." "REGGIE:" "Hello?" "I'm sorry." "I was just nibbling on something." "I'd appreciate it mighty highly... if you'd wiggle on oer to room 46, and chew the fat for a spell." "Gie me one good reason why." "Yeah." "The little one, about six or seen... keeps calling for Aunt Reggie." "Ain't that cute?" "They've got Jean-Louis." "I'll be right there." "Do something with this kid, yeah?" "My whole leg's going to sleep." "Upsy-daisy!" "Are you a real cowboy?" "Yeah, sure I am, kid." "So where's your gun?" "Will you put that thing away?" "Jean-Louis!" "Howdy, Mrs. Lampert." "Who inited him?" "I see you had a happy landing." "I must call Sylie right away" "GIDEON:" "That will hae to wait." "REGGIE:" "But his mother" "She won't be anybody's mother unless you answer some questions." "This ain't no game, Mrs. Lampert." "We want that money now." "Why don't you keep quiet and stop threatening the child?" "He hasn't got the money, and neither has Mrs. Lampert." "Then who does?" "I don't know, Herman." "Maybe you do." "Me?" "Or you." "No." "Or him." "That's the most ridiculous thing" "Listen to this man." "The man's gone loco." "PETER:" "Now, hold it." "Suppose one of you found Charles, here in Paris." "Een bumped into him by accident... followed him when he tried to run again, cornered him on the train... threw him out the window and without telling the others... took all the money for yourself." "If one of us did, he wouldn't wait for the other two to figure it out." "He'd hae to, see?" "If he left, he'd be admitting his guilt." "He has to wait here, pretending to look for the money... waiting for the rest of us to gie up and go home." "He's just trying to throw us off." "They've got it, I tell you." "Why don't we search their rooms?" "That's all right with us." "Well, then, what are we wasting time for?" "Let's go." "While we wait, we'll search yours." "Not my room." "Well, Herman, you hae something to hide?" "Then there are no objections." "All right, here's my key." "I'll take that." "REGGIE:" "My room is open." "Hey, wait a minute." "Now you two just make yourseles to home here." "Let's get busy." "Come on, Jean-Louis." "Come along." "That's fine." "PETER:" "Who gets your ote?" "REGGIE:" "Scobie, he objected." "All right, I'll take Tex's room and Gideon's ." "You take Jean-Louis and bolt the door from inside." "Come on, we'll hae a treasure hunt, okay?" "Tex?" "Ain't this Charlie's stuff?" "Looks like it." "Think we ought to call Herman?" "What for?" "If it's not here, why bother him?" "And if it is?" "Why bother him?" "You sure there's nothing missing?" "No, eerything's here." "The police hae kindly proided us with a list." "Nothing here's worth $250,000." "Not unless we're blind." "I keep telling myself we've stolen a great deal of money." "But, up to now, I've yet to see a penny of it." "You think maybe we're fishing up the wrong stream?" "Meaning what?" "Suppose one of us has it, like the man says." "That'd be mighty distasteful... us being eterans of the same war and all." "You know I'd tell you if I had it." "Naturally." "Just like I'd tell you if I had it." "Naturally." "And that goes for Herman, too." "Naturally!" "Naturally!" "He's all right, Sylie, honestly." "Just hurry oer as soon as you can." "Okay." "Goodbye." "Now, if you had a treasure, where would you hide it?" "I would bury it in the garden." "But this man doesn't hae a garden." "Neither do I." "You don't ?" "If you had to hide it in this room, where would you put it?" "JEAN-LOUIS:" "Up there." "REGGIE:" "On top of that cupboard?" "You know something?" "You may be right!" "REGGIE:" "I hope I don't find any hairy little things liing up here." "Hey, there is something, and it's heay." "JEAN-LOUIS:" "I found it!" "I found it!" "If you think you're getting credit for this, you're crazy." "JEAN-LOUIS:" "We won!" "We won!" "JEAN-LOUIS:" "We found it!" "Did you find it?" "No." "What do you mean " no" ?" "The kid was yelling there." "Up there." "It's up there." "Beliee me, there's nothing up there." "TEX:" "Yeah?" "[Suspenseful instrumental music plays]" "Jumpin' frijoles, it's Herman's spare." "Where is he?" "He's oer in my room." "[Running water splashes]" "PETER:" "You'd better take the boy out in the hall." "[Dramatic instrumental music plays]" "Who would've done a mean thing like that?" "I'm not quite sure." "Well, this ain't my room." "Mine neither." "The police aren't going to like this a bit." "GIDEON:" "We could dry him off and take him to his own room." "He really doesn't look too bad." "TEX:" "Poor old Herman." "Seems like him and good luck always was strangers." "Well, maybe now he'll meet up with his other hand someplace." "INSPECTOR:" "A man drowned in his bed?" "lmpossible." "And in his pyjamas." "The second one in his pyjamas." "[Speaking French]" "INSPECTOR:" "Stop lying to me." "This nose tells me when you are lying." "It is neer mistaken, not in 23 years." "This nose will make me Commissaire of Police." "Mr. Dyle, or Mr. Joshua...." "Which is it?" "Dyle." "And yet, you registered in Megèe as Mr. Joshua." "Didn't you know it's against the law to register under an assumed name?" "No, I didn't ." "It's done in America all the time." "None of you can leae Paris until this matter is cleared up." "Only, I warn you." "I will be watching." "We use the guillotine in this country." "I hae always suspected that the blade coming down... causes no more than a slight tickling sensation... on the back of the neck." "It is only a guess, of course." "I hope none of you eer finds out for certain." "[Sneezes]" "Who do you think did it?" "Gideon?" "Possibly." "Or Tex?" "Possibly." "You're a fat lot of help." "That's right." "Can I hae one of those?" "One of what?" "I think Tex did it." "[Reggie orders ice cream in French]" "Why do you think Tex did it?" "Because I really suspect Gideon... and it's always the person you don't suspect." "Do women think it's feminine to be illogical, or can't they help it?" "What's so illogical about that?" "You just said that it's always the one you don't suspect." "But you suspect Gideon." "Therefore it must be Tex." "On the other hand, if you suspect Tex, it must be Gideon." "I guess they just can't help it." "Who?" "Women." "You know, I can't help feeling rather sorry for Scobie." "Wouldn't it be nice if we were like that?" "What, like Scobie?" "No, Gene Kelly." "Remember he danced here by the rier in American in Paris... without a care in the world?" "You know, this is good." "Want some?" "No, thanks." "And I guess you don't , do you?" "PETER:" "Gie me that." "REGGIE:" "I'm sorry." "Alex, I'm scared." "Yes, I know." "I can't think of any reason why he was killed." "Perhaps someone thought that four shares were too many." "Why do you think that this someone will be satisfied with three?" "He wants it all, Alex." "That means we're in his way, too." "That's right." "We've got to do something." "Any minute now we could be assassinated." "Would you do anything like that?" "What?" "Assassinate someone?" "No, swing down from there on a rope to sae the woman you loe." "Like the hunchback of Notre Dame?" "PETER:" "Who put that there?" "Hurry up and change." "I'm stared." "Let me know what you want to eat so I can pick a suit that matches." "[Mocking laughter from next door]" "What do you want?" "It's the house detectie." "Why don't you hae a girl in there?" "PETER:" "Lord, you're a pest." "REGGIE:" "Can I come in?" "No, I'm going to take a bath." "REGGIE:" "Why not do it in here?" "PETER:" "What for?" "I wouldn't want to use that tub." "Anyway, I don't want to be alone." "I'm afraid." "You're only next door." "If anything happens, holler." "[Reggie screams]" "Reggie?" "Got you." "Did you eer hear the story of the boy who cried wolf?" "The shower's in there." "PETER:" "Open the door." "REGGIE:" "This is a ludicrous situation." "I can think of a dozen men who are longing to use my shower." "Why don't you call one of them?" "I dare you." "You're a nut." "What are you doing?" "I'm taking off my shoes." "Did you eer hear of anyone taking a shower with his shoes on?" "[Humming]" "I usually sing a medley of faourites when I'm in the shower." "Any requests?" "Shut the door." "I'm afraid I don't know that one, miss." "REGGIE:" "Shut the door!" "PETER:" "Why?" "Come in and watch!" "[Hums and sings]" "Drip-dry." "How often do you go through this little ritual?" "Eery day." "The manufacturer recommends it." "I don't beliee it." "Oh, yes, wait a minute." "There's the label." "Look at the small print." ""Wearing this suit during washing helps protect its shape."" "Waterproof." "Acro-nylon, fibrous resistant." "Plastic, rustproof, fireproof, proof-proof!" "[Telephone buzzes]" "REGGIE:" "You're the nut." "PETER:" "Nut-proof." "Yes?" "Mrs." "Lampert?" "Bartholomew." "I spoke to Washington, Mrs. Lampert." "Go ahead, Mr. Bartholomew." "I'm listening." "I told them what you said about this man being Dyle's brother." "I asked them what they knew about it, and they told me." "You're not going to like this, Mrs. Lampert." "Carson Dyle had no brother." "BARTHOLOMEW:" "Mrs. Lampert?" "Are you sure there's no mistake?" "None whatsoeer." "Please be careful, Mrs. Lampert." "BARTHOLOMEW: 'Bye." "I left all of my drip-dry dripping." "Is that all right?" "What's the matter?" "Is something wrong?" "You're probably weak from hunger." "You've only eaten fie times today." "I'll get someone to fix up my suit and take you out to dinner." "Let's go somewhere crowded." "I feel like a lot of people." "[Romantic music plays]" "Hey, you know, this thing is still damp." "You haen't spoken a word for 20 minutes." "I was thinking about Charles and Scobie, and who's going to be next." "Me?" "I don't suppose you know who the murderer is, do you?" "No, not yet." "Whoeer's alle at the end will hae sewn up the nomination, no?" "What are you trying to say?" "That I might've killed Charles and Scobie?" "What do I hae to do to satisfy you?" "Become the next ictim?" "It's a start, anyway." "Oh." "I can't understand you at all." "One minute you chase me around the shower... and the next minute you accuse me of murder." "Carson Dyle had no brother." "PETER:" "I can explain that, if you'll just listen." "I can't ery well leae without a pair of water wings, can I?" "Get set for the story of my life." "Fiction or non-fiction?" "Why don't you shut up?" "Well!" "Are you going to listen?" "Go on." "All right." "When I was a young man... my father expected me to go into his business." "Umbrella frames, that's what he made." "A sensible business, I suppose." "But I didn't hae the sense to be sensible." "I suppose all this is leading somewhere." "It led me away from umbrella frames, for one thing." "But that left me without any honest means of support." "REGGIE:" "What do you mean?" "In this competitie world, when a man has no profession... there isn't much choice." "So I began looking for people who had more money than they needed... including some they'd barely miss." "You mean you're a thief?" "That's not exactly the term I'd hae chosen... but it sort of captures the spirit of the thing." "I don't beliee it." "I can't really blame you now." "But I do beliee it." "That's what I don't beliee." "So it's goodbye Alexander Dyle, and welcome home Peter Joshua." "Sorry, the name's Adam Canfield." "Adam Canfield?" "Wonderful." "You've had three names in the past two days." "I don't een know who I'm talking to anymore." "The man's the same, een if the name isn't ." "No, he isn't ." "Adam Canfield's a crook and I want to know why." "It's simple." "I like what I do." "I enjoy my work." "Not many men in the world loe their work as much as I do." "You look around sometime." "Is there a Mrs. Canfield?" "Yes." "But we're diorced." "But we're diorced." "That's right." "Now eat your dinner." "I could eat a horse." "I think that's what you ordered." "Don't you dare be ciil with me, after leading me on like this." "How did I lead you on?" "All that marellous rejection." "You knew I couldn't resist it." "Now all you're interested in is the money." "That's right." "What would you like me to say?" "That a pretty and outrageous girl means more to an old pro like me..." "than $250,000?" "I don't suppose so." "It's a toss-up, I can tell you that." "What?" "Hasn't it occurred to you... that I'm haing a tough time keeping my hands off you?" "You should see your face." "What's the matter with it?" "It's loely." "Now what's the trouble?" "I'm not hungry anymore." "Isn't it glorious?" "REGGIE:" "Adam!" "PETER:" "It's all right." "Come and look." "[Romantic song continues playing]" "You don't look so bad in this light." "Why do you think I brought you here?" "I thought you wanted me to see the kind of work... the competition was turning out." "Pretty good, huh?" "I taught them eerything they do." "Did they do that kind of thing way back in your day?" "Sure, how do you think I got here?" "Not allowed to kiss back, huh?" "Oh, no." "Doctor said it was bad for my thermostat." "When you come on, you come on, don't you?" "Well, come on." "[Telephone buzzes]" "Yeah." "In the lobby?" "Are you out of your mind?" "It's 3:30 in the morning." "You mean it?" "[Sneezes]" "All right, I'll be right down." "Wait a minute." "[Suspenseful instrumental music plays]" "GIDEON:" "Hey, turn on the lights!" "GIDEON:" "Hey, how do you stop this thing?" "[Gideon sneezes]" "[Gideon screams]" "[Ominous instrumental music plays]" "Three of them." "All in their pyjamas." "What is it, some new American fad?" "And your friend who lies here... the one from Texas, he has disappeared." "Into thin air." "INSPECTOR:" "Where is he?" "PETER:" "I wish I knew." "INSPECTOR:" "Madame?" "Tell me, Mr. Dyle, where were you at 3:30 a.m.?" "In my room, asleep." "And you, Mrs. Lampert?" "I was, too." "In Mr. Dyle's room?" "No, in my room." "Obiously you are telling the truth... for why would you inent such a ridiculous story?" "And if I were you, I wouldn't stay in my pyjamas." "Good night." "Well, that wraps it up." "Tex has the money." "Go to bed." "I'll tell you when I've found him." "REGGIE:" "Are you looking for him now?" "If the police find him first, they won't gie us the $250,000." "Do as I tell you." "Go to bed and bolt your door." "[Telephone buzzes]" "Yeah?" "Now you listen to me, Dyle." "I know who's got that money, man." "And I want my share." "Seems to be growing eery day." "I ain't disappearing till I get it." "Where are you, Tex?" "Come on, man." "My mama didn't raise no stupid children." "I'll tell you what." "You want to find me, you just look oer your shoulder." "Because from now on I'll be right behind you." "Open up." "I think I was wrong about Tex haing the money." "REGGIE:" "Why?" "I just heard from him." "He's still hungry." "That means killing Gideon didn't get it for him." "So he's narrowed it down to us." "You've got it." "I've looked eerywhere, you know" "Where's the airlines bag?" "REGGIE:" "In the wardrobe." "PETER:" "Get it." "REGGIE:" "Lord, you're obstinate." "Charles must've had it with him on the train when Tex killed him." "Thanks." "Eerybody and his Aunt Lillian's been through that bag..." "including me." "Okay, we'll do it again." "I've been into it at least once a day." "Somebody would hae seen it." "It's there, Reggie." "We're looking at it right now." "Something on that bed is worth $250,000." "But what?" "PETER:" "I don't know." "Four passports." "A steamship ticket." "Anything in there?" "REGGIE:" "Nothing." "Wallet." "PETER:" "Comb?" "And a fountain pen." "What about that key?" "To the apartment." "It matches mine exactly." "I'll bet you don't really need those." "You need them." "It still doesn't make sense." "But it isn't worth $250,000 either." "Wait a minute." "What?" "REGGIE:" "The tooth powder." "PETER:" "What about it?" "Could you recognise heroin just by the taste of it?" "Heroin." "Peppermint-flaoured heroin." "I guess that's it." "Dead end." "Go to bed." "You've got to be at work in the morning." "There's nothing more we can do tonight." "I loe you, Adam." "Yes, you told me." "No." "The last time I said, "I loe you, Alex."" "Oh." "Oh." "[Speaking Italian]" "Hold it." "They're recognising Great Britain." "MAN 2:" "Mr. Chairman, fellow delegates, and my colleague from Italy." "Her Majesty's delegation has listened with patience... to the Southern European...." "Are you on?" "No, it's all right." "What's wrong?" "I found something." "I was snooping around Tex's room." "I came across this in the trash." "I stuck it together again." "That's the receipt Grandpierre gae me for Charles' things." "I don't see how" "You're not looking." "Last night when we looked in the bag something was missing." "An agenda." "That's an appointment book, isn't it?" "It wasn't there." "That's right." "Grandpierre checked it, but there was nothing." "At least nothing they thought important." "Can you remember anything in it at all?" "It did say something about Charles' last appointment." "With whom?" "Where?" "I think it only said where." "Now, come on, think." "This may be what we're looking for." "That money doesn't belong to us." "If we keep it, we'll be breaking the law." "We didn't steal it." "There's no law against stealing stolen money." "Of course there is!" "When did they pass such a silly law?" "What was in that appointment book?" "A place, street corner, something." "Watch it." "I'm on." "[Speaking French]" "REGGIE: ...of the Western Hemisphere Conference...." "REGGIE:" "Of the Western Hemisphere Conference held on March 22...." "No, wait!" "It was last Thursday, 5:00 at the Jardin des Champs-Élysées." "That's it, Adam." "The gardens!" "It's Thursday today, and it's almost 5:00." "Come on." "PETER:" "It's all right, gentlemen." "Carry on." "Now what?" "5:00 p.m., Thursday." "The garden." "It must be something around here." "Charles' appointment was last week." "Yes." "But this is all we've got." "You're not kidding." "Ten minutes ago I had a job." "Now you've got another job." "So stop grumbling and start looking." "I'll take that side." "You poke around oer here." "[Carousel music plays]" "It's hopeless." "I don't een know what we're looking for." "I don't think Tex does, either." "Tex?" "Is he here?" "Look." "I'm going to see what he's up to." "You stay here." "Be careful, Adam." "He's already killed three men." "[Dramatic music plays]" "PETER:" "Wait, wait!" "Taxi!" "I got it." "All right, where's the letter?" "The letter?" "It ain't worth nothing." "You know what I mean." "The enelope with the stamps on it." "I want it." "You greenhorn." "Why, you thick-skulled, hare-brained, half-witted greenhorn." "They was both too smart for us." "What are you talking about?" "First her husband, now her." "She batted them big eyes at you... and you fell for it like an egg from a tall chicken." "You want the enelope?" "There." "You take it, it's all yours." "You killed all three of them for nothing." "You greenhorn, you block-headed jackass." "You nincompoop!" "Sylie, what are you doing here?" "I am waiting for Jean-Louis." "What's he up to?" "He was excited when he got the stamps you gae him." "He had neer seen any like them." "I'm glad." "What's all this?" "The stamp market." "It is there eery Thursday afternoon." "That's where Jean-Louis trades his stamps." "Good Lord, where is he?" "What is the matter?" "The stamps, they're worth a fortune!" "SYLVIE:" "What?" "REGGIE:" "A fortune." "Come on." "I don't see him anywhere." "We'll separate." "You look oer there." "Okay." "SYLVIE:" "Jean-Louis!" "SYLVIE:" "Jean-Louis!" "Jean-Louis!" "Jean-Louis!" "SYLVIE:" "Reggie!" "Jean-Louis, thank heaen." "Do you hae them?" "What's this?" "A man gae me those for only three." "A man?" "Oh, no!" "Jean-Louis, who?" "Where?" "[Urges him in French]" "[Speaking French]" "REGGIE:" "Come on." "SYLVIE:" "But he's gone." "REGGIE:" "I don't blame him." "[Knocking on door]" "[Speaking French]" "Monsieur Felix?" "FELIX:" "I was expecting you." "I knew you would come." "Look at them, madame." "Have you ever in your entire life seen anything so beautiful?" "I'm sorry, I don't know anything about stamps." "I know them as one knows his own face... though I'd neer seen them." "This one, a Swedish four shilling, called Fyra skilling banco... printed in 1854." "What is it worth?" "The money is unimportant." "I'm afraid it is ery important." "In your money, perhaps $85,000." "REGGIE:" "May I sit down?" "FELIX:" "Yes." "And the blue one?" "It is called the Hawaiian Blue." "In 1894, the owner was murdered by a rival collector... who was obsessed to own it." "And what's its alue today?" "$65,000." "And the last one?" "The best for last." "[Speaking French]" "The masterpiece." "It is the most valuable stamp in the world, the Gazette Moldave." "It was printed by hand on coloured paper... and marked with the initials of the printer." "Today, it has a value of $100,000." "I am not a thief, madame." "I knew there was some mistake." "You gae the boy many stamps in return." "Are they for sale now?" "Let me see." "There are 350 European, 200 Asian... 1 75 American, 100 African... and 1 2 Princess Grace Commemoratie." "Which comes to 10 francs." "And don't forget these." "Thank you." "REGGIE:" "I'm sorry." "FELIX:" "Oh, no." "For a few minutes they were mine." "That is enough." "Adam?" "[Dramatic instrumental music plays]" "[Telephone rings]" "Hello." "Mr." "Bartholomew?" "BARTHOLOMEW:" "Yes." "Tex is dead." "Smothered." "And Adam did it." "He killed them all." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." "Tex wrote the word " Dyle" before he died." "He's the murderer, I tell you." "Now, wait a minute." "Just a minute." "You better gie that to me again." "It was the stamps on the letter Charles had with him." "They were there all the time, but no one looked at the enelope." "BARTHOLOMEW:" "You're not safe as long as you have these stamps." "Now, let's see." "Do you know the centre garden at the Palais Royal?" "Yes, the colonnade?" "BARTHOLOMEW:" "Yes." "As fast as you can get there." "Hurry, Mrs. Lampert." "I'm leaing right away, goodbye." "[Rhythmic instrumental theme music plays]" "Reggie!" "The stamps, where are they?" "Reggie, wait." "Why, so you can kill me, too?" "Tex is dead." "He wrote " Dyle" on the carpet." "I'm not Dyle." "You know that." "Tex didn't ." "You're a murderer." "PETER:" "I want those stamps." "[Speaking French]" "[Rhythmic music builds]" "[Ticket-taker yells]" "[Telephone buzzes]" "American Embassy." "[Whispering] Hello, American Embassy?" "Mr. Bartholomew's office, please." "Would you speak a little louder?" "I can't speak any louder." "Mr. Hamilton Bartholomew." "I'm sorry, but he has left for the day." "REGGIE:" "But someone's trying to kill me." "OPERATOR:" "What?" "Kill me." "You've got to get word to him right away." "He's in the centre garden of the Palais Royal, near the colonnade." "Tell him I'm trapped in a phone booth in the metro station." "The name's Lampert." "[Telephone rings]" "MAN:" "Hello." "OPERATOR:" "Mr. Bartholomew?" "MAN:" "Yes." "OPERATOR:" "There was a call for you." "It sounded quite urgent." "A Mrs. Lampert." "Lampert?" "I don't know any Mrs. Lampert." "She's trapped in a metro station, and someone's trying to kill her." "Trying to kill her?" "Who does she think I am, the CIA?" "I guess you'd better call the French police." "[Dramatic music plays]" "[Rhythmic theme music plays]" "REGGIE:" "Mr. Bartholomew!" "Help me!" "Reggie, stop!" "That man is Carson Dyle." "BARTHOLOMEW:" "We all know Carson Dyle is dead." "I tell you he's Carson Dyle." "BARTHOLOMEW:" "Don't beliee him." "Bring those stamps here." "He's trying to trick you again." "PETER:" "Tex recognised him." "That's why he wrote " Dyle."" "If you take him those stamps he'll kill you, too." "If I'm who he says I am, what's preenting me from killing you now?" "PETER:" "Because he'd hae to come out to get the stamps." "He knows he won't make it." "He wants the money for himself." "That's all he's eer wanted." "He's with the CIA." "I saw him at the embassy." "I tell you, he's Carson Dyle." "That's right." "I'm a dead man." "Look at me." "I don't know who anybody is." "Reggie, I beg you, just trust me once more." "Why should I?" "I can't think of a reason in the world why you should." "BARTHOLOMEW:" "Stop or I'll kill you." "PETER:" "It won't get you the stamps." "You still hae to come get them." "I won't miss at this range." "Maybe not." "But it takes a lot of bullets to kill me." "They left me with fie of them in my legs and stomach." "They knew I was alle, but they left me there." "I spent 10 months in a German prison camp with nothing to stop the pain." "They left me." "They desered to die." "But I had nothing to do with it" "You've got the money now." "It belongs to me." "They knew I was still alive, but they left me there." "That's why I had to kill them, all four of them." "Beliee me." "I'll kill you, too." "It won't make any difference." "It's no use." "You're running out of time." "I've come too far to turn back." "I swear I'll kill you." "Make up your mind." "Now!" "Adam!" "[Dramatic instrumental music plays]" "[Suspenseful instrumental music plays]" "BARTHOLOMEW:" "I know you're in there." "Come on out." "[Footsteps on stage aboe]" "BARTHOLOMEW:" "Do you hear me?" "Come on out!" "I don't want to kill you, but I will." "[Footsteps on stage aboe]" "Come on out." "[Footsteps on stage aboe]" "The game is oer, Mrs. Lampert." "[Bartholomew screams]" "[Sombre instrumental music]" "You didn't hae to chase me so hard." "That one's done, do this one." "I'm sorry I thought you were the murderer." "How was I to know he was as big a liar as you are?" "Is that all the gratitude I get for saing your hide?" "Rub your own blinking foot." "The truth now, was it my hide or those stamps?" "What a terrible thing to say." "How could you think that?" "Then proe it to me." "Tell me to go to the embassy and turn in those stamps." "I said, tell me to go to the" "I heard you." "Then say it." "Now, Reggie, listen to me." "There's something I want to explain." "Neer mind." "I'll go by myself." "Why do you think they're interested?" "It's only $250,000." "It costs more to fix their bookkeeping." "As a taxpayer" "Who's a taxpayer?" "Crooks don't pay taxes." "Excuse me, soldier." "Marine, ma'am." "Forgie me." "Who would I see regarding the return of stolen goernment money?" "You might try the Treasury Department, ma'am." "Room 21 7, second floor, Mr. Cruikshank." "21 7." "Thank you, Marine." "Do you mind if I don't go in with you?" "The sight of all that money being gien away might make me break out." "Mr. Cruikshank, please." "My name is Lampert." "Yes." "Mr." "Cruikshank, a Miss Lampert" "Mrs." "Mrs. Lampert to see you." "Yes, sir." "Go right in." "Of all the mean, rotten..." "contemptible, crooked" "Crooked?" "I thought you'd be glad to find out I'm not crooked." "You can't een be honest about being dishonest." "Why didn't you say something?" "We're not allowed to tell." "Come on, gie me the stamps." "Wait a minute." "How did Carson Dyle get an office in here, anyway?" "PETER:" "When did you meet him, what time of day?" "About 1 :00 p.m." "The lunch hour." "Probably worked it out in adance." "He found an office usually left open and used it when you were here." "Then how do I know this is your office?" "Take a memo to Bartholomew at security, recommending that" "Bartholomew." "Recommending that embassy offices be kept locked during lunch." "Starting with his own." "Now, gie me the stamps, come on." "What's your first name today?" "Brian." "Brian Cruikshank." "Seres me right if I get stuck with that one." "Who asked you to get stuck with any of them?" "Is there a Mrs. Cruikshank?" "Yes." "But we're diorced." "No." "My mother, she lies in Detroit." "You'd like her and she'd like you." "Gie me those stamps." "Not until you proe to me that you're really Brian Cruikshank." "One day next week I'll put it on the marriage licence." "Quit stalling." "I want to see ID, now." "I wouldn't lie" "You can't proe it, can you?" "You're still trying to...." "Marriage licence?" "Did you say marriage licence?" "Don't change the subject, just gie me the stamps." "I loe you, Adam, Alex, Peter, Brian, whateer your name is." "Oh, I loe you." "I hope we hae a lot of boys, then we can name them all after you." "Well, before we start that, may I hae the stamps?" "[Climactic instrumental music]" "Subtitles by:" "SOFTITLER"