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Let me get you another drink.

No thank you.

I just want to settle
our transaction and go.

So you shall.

But 100,000 francs takes
a little counting

and I'm sure you'll want
to check the whole amount.

You'll have another drink.

Well just a drop.

Do we have to have this music?

Don't you like it?

It's not to my taste, no.

Too decadent?

Might I ask how you
managed to find the money?

You can't think of anything else, can you?

I don't like the way you prevaricate.

That's a good word.

Let me admit that I enjoy
making you wait for it

but I promise you I shan't
prevaricate much longer.

The money, I suppose, is in here, hm?

You're behaving as if you

don't really believe I've got it.

Don't worry, I've got the key.

Here's your drink.

You're going to need it.

What do you mean?

You tricked me.

I don't like being tricked.

Monsieur, if you borrow
money the price is high.

Too high.

Don't be stupid.

You know you can't use that.

If you'd known me a little better

you'd have been more cautious.

On the contrary, I understand
your position only too well.

Ah, then you're the stupid one.

And you're about to
learn a little too late

that appearances can be very deceptive.

And there's nothing
in here but useless paper,

isn't that it?

You notice how loud the music's getting?

Stop bluffing.

And turn the thing off!

You know now I'm not bluffing, don't you?

Why don't you make a move?

Give yourself an outside
chance to save yourself.

You're finished if you kill me.

Not at all.

I've worked this out perfectly.

In an hour's time your body's going

to be at the bottom of the Seine.

But listen.

All you have to do is
to give me the money.

You've five seconds left to make a move.

Go on!

Move!

Come in.

Mr. Ambassador.

Hello Drake, you've been quick.

There was a plane just leaving, sir.

Good.

Is your man still missing?

I'm afraid so.

His name is Edmund Bierce.

He's been with us here in
the embassy for five years.

He goes to Bonn every week

to confer with his opposite number.

Now this week is particularly important

because he was taking the Dillon report

to deliver personally to the Chancellor

at half past nine.

It is now after three and Bonn
reports not a trace of him.

This Dillon report, I imagine it

could be very embarrassing if it

got into the wrong hands.

That is something of an understatement.

What time did he leave the embassy, sir?

According to his secretary, five o'clock.

And how was he carrying the report?

In an attache case.

Strange.

Why precisely?

Well in an affair of this kind,

agents don't usually kill.

All they have to do is snatch

in which case Bierce would
have contacted you immediately.

Unquestionably.

It looks more and more likely

that whatever's happened to Bierce

he initiated himself.

I don't believe that.

Perhaps he's had an accident.

Yes, perhaps.

The odds are he's still in Paris.

Doing what?

Nothing, if he's dead.

And what are you going to do?

Perhaps Bierce has defected

and taken the report with him.

That simply isn't possible.

He was at Lancing and Cambridge,

a captain in the Rifles, a DSO and bar

and an impeccable record
since he's been here with us.

100% reliable, in fact.

Is that sarcasm, Drake?

Oh, no, no, I was quoting you Sir Jeremy.

Baffling, absolutely baffling.

You know if he was worried about anything?

No.

I don't think so.

Bierce was an amiable and
nicely extroverted character.

Well behaved all around.

Not at all a type who would
be pressed by anything unduly.

What's his wife like?

Virginia?

She's a lovely lady.

A cousin of Lord Garvin.

Most people who disappear are in trouble

and usually because of
a weakness, Mrs. Bierce.

Does your husband drink?

Edmund is not a tee totaler.

Does he ever drink very much?

On his birthday sometimes
he has a little too much.

Would you say that you both

had a great deal in common?

We both read a great deal.

Yes, Jane Austen, Trollope, Henry James,

Agatha Christie.

Miss Christie's my weakness.

I don't see any Karl Marx.

Edmund's never shown the
slightest interest in communism.

In fact, he's always been
fanatically patriotic.

Fascist?

A Tory.

This looks a very fine hi-fi set.

Music's my department.

Yes, Ravel, Debussy, Chopin.

You have romantic tastes, Mrs. Bierce.

Should you be concerned with
what sort of tastes I have?

Well you don't seem very upset

at your husband's disappearance.

I don't display my feelings,
Mr. Drake, but I am upset.

I am not insensitive, believe me,

but I must probe, you realize
that don't you, Mrs. Bierce?

I think so.

And your case is quite difficult.

You have heavy defenses.

I certainly despise familiarity.

Is that why you wear glasses?

I wear glasses because
my sight's imperfect.

So you would say in every way,

your husband was quite
perfect, Mrs. Bierce, would you?

For me, yes.

Every family closet has its skeletons.

It's just a question of finding the key

to the door, that's all.

Would you say that your behavior

was responsible for your
husband's disappearance?

No, it is not!

How dare you suggest anything of the kind?

Well perhaps you have a secret life

of which your husband
knows nothing, Mrs. Bierce.

Get out.

I'm sorry.

Believe me, I'm trying to find the truth.

I know you're hiding something

and if you tell me what it is

then I might be able to get
your husband back for you.

I'm hiding nothing, nothing.

I can think of no reason why Edmund

should have disappeared.

So you dismiss as impossible the idea

that he might be concealing
anything from you.

It's possible.

I imagine almost anything is.

All I can say is that
it's highly improbable.

If what you say is true, Mrs. Bierce,

the odds are that your husband

is either very ill somewhere or--

Or what?

Dead.

That can't be true.

It must be something else, it must be.

I can't think what else it could be.

Having come up against a blank wall

I suggest that you call in the police.

Goodbye, Mrs. Bierce.

Mr. Drake.

Yes?

If, if I tell you something,

will you promise it will go no further?

I don't know if that's possible.

Alright.

I'll tell no one.

Cards.

That's Edmund's weakness, poker.

He sometimes stays out all night gambling.

Where?

I don't know.

I don't want to know.

With a school of American
and Canadian Journalists.

Do you know any of their names?

One, George.

George Murgia.

Thank you, Mrs. Bierce.

I'll be discreet.

I covered for him on
one occasion to his wife

but Bierce, play poker?

You must be joking.

He doesn't know the difference

between a running flush
and a running nose.

You mean he doesn't play at all?

Oh, I don't know about
now but he never used to.

I tried to get him to
make up a school one night

and he said the only cards
he ever played were as a kid.

Snap and "Beat your
Neighbor out of Doors!"

And he's never been to one
of your all night sessions?

Certainly has not.

Hey, what's up anyway?

Is he in some sort of trouble?

See you later.

Yes.

Good morning.

Morning, Mr. Drake.

Two cables for you.

Oh, thank you.

Good morning, Dianna.

Good morning, Mr. Bierce.

Mr. Bierce!

Morning, Francis.

Looks like a lot of mail.

Mr. Bierce, where on earth have you been?

Francis, what's the matter?

Well nothing, it's just that--

Just what?

Well I'm grateful to see you.

Oh Francis, that's very,

yes, can I help you?

Yes, Mr. Bierce, you most certainly can.

Do you have an appointment?

This is Mr. Drake, he
came yesterday to see you.

Yesterday?

But I didn't see you yesterday.

Where have you just come from, Mr. Bierce?

Why home, of course.

Where were you last night?

My home.

But you weren't there last night.

Mr. Drake went to your
home and saw your wife.

Virginia?

What about?

Everyone has been terribly worried.

What for?

When you didn't turn up
in the meeting in Bonn.

That's today.

No, it was yesterday.

Well nobody's told me that the meeting

was put forward this week.

It hasn't.

Today is Thursday.

Wednesday, Francis, are
you in love or something?

Oh, you've just put it on a day too many.

I just don't understand.

Alright Francis.

Thank you.

Virginia.

Edmund, where are you?

The suit I asked you to send

to the cleaners this
morning, you won't forget?

I wasn't home.

Yes, of course I'm alright.

No, I'm fine.

And I'll try and get
home as soon as possible.

Later darling, we'll
talk about it then, eh?

And don't you worry,
I'm perfectly alright.

Does your head hurt, Mr. Bierce?

Oh, yes.

Yes it does, a bit.

How did you get here this morning?

My car.

Where from?

Well home.

Home, Mr. Bierce?

Didn't your wife tell
you you were missing?

Yes, yes she did.

Then where were you
coming from this morning?

I don't know.

Now I come to think of it,

all I can remember is sitting
behind the wheel and driving

and that's all.

What's happened to me?

Don't you remember hitting your head?

No.

Either you had an accident or someone

struck you a blow from behind.

Your wallet, Mr. Bierce?

But surely you can't believe that I --

Ah, well I had 500 francs and
there's about 200 here now.

May I see?

Who are you?

I have authority to question you.

If you like, you can
speak to the ambassador.

So that's how it is.

Oh yes.

I took the Dillon report
home with me for today,

yesterday's meeting in Bonn.

Anything in it that might have been

of interest to the opposition?

I can't believe there
could be any doubt about that.

Anything missing?

No, thank goodness.

All the notes and papers seem to be here.

Would you mind going through your pockets

just in case we discover anything

that could be a clue as to where you were?

Yes, washed, shaved, shoes shined.

The question is where were
you and who were you with?

I don't know.

I simply don't know.

Well, there's nothing in this report

that suggests it wasn't amnesia.

It was a heavy blow and that he should

lose all consciousness for a day

is quite understandable.

Poor fellow.

Yes, but it does state that it

was a difficult diagnosis.

Are you seriously suggesting
that Bierce is lying?

I don't know.

Knowing Bierce as I do
and considering this report,

I'm quite satisfied that
he's telling the truth.

I'm not happy.

Have you any information
that you are holding back?

No, no, but I would
like to discover where he

spent the last 36 hours.

That's up to you.

Of course, I shall keep an eye on him

for the next few weeks

but I'm not a bad judge of character

and as far as I'm concerned,
this whole business

is over and done with.

Would you do me a favor, sir?

What is it?

Let him think I've returned to London.

And in reality?

I'll be keeping an eye on him.

He'll be going to Bonn tomorrow.

Is he fit enough?

He's a very conscientious man.

He insists on going.

If, of course, you would
like me to change the plan?

No, it's a good idea.

Let him go.

Will he be able to conduct
his meeting without these?

Where did you get them?

From the Dillon report.

I suppose they can get
by in Bonn without them

but it'll be very inconvenient

and when he finds them
missing he'll be very worried.

That's what I thought, sir.

Would you be kind enough to
take care of them for me?

I'll put them in my safe.

Any idea who those characters are?

No, never seem 'em before.

They look as though they're waiting

for something to drop
dead so they can eat.

Alright, let's play follow the leader.

Cigarette.

By the kiosk door.

Hello, Virginia?

I just wanted you to know
that I'm perfectly alright.

No, darling.

I feel fine, honestly.

Oh no, everything went
remarkably well today.

I'm having dinner with Boelcke tonight.

I'll be back tomorrow on
the 10 o'clock flight--

See you tomorrow then, eh?

Goodbye darling.

Your wandering boy's back, my dolly.

Nigel, darling.

Good morning.
Our bird is taking flight.

I ought to give him a decent interval.

Say about half an hour.

Forgive me, English?

Quarter Irish, quarter
Spanish, quarter Scandinavian,

and quarter I don't know.

Selling something?

Indirectly.

Your English is good.

My English is
perfect, my mother was Irish.

I see.

Well I don't think I want to
buy anything even indirectly.

Bye!

Wait.

Please go away.

You don't know what I'm selling.

Whatever it is, I don't want it.

Listen to me.

I daren't, I've no sales resistance.

Besides, you look too good.

Don't go away, we Irish
should stick together.

Especially when I'm in trouble.

You're not in trouble.

Yes, the worst kind of trouble.

Money trouble.

Yes, I know that kind.

You see, today is the 31st.

So?

If I sell six sets in
a month I get a bonus.

And you've only sold five?

Yes, five sets.

Five sets of what?

Oh no, how many in a set?

20.

A 20 volume encyclopedia in German?

I can't think of anything I need more.

My coffee's getting cold, want some?

Yes.

Tell me.

How much would your bonus be?

150 marks.

Not bad.

With or without milk?

Without.

What about your husband?

What?

Your husband.

Is he German?

My husband?

Yes, he looks as though he might

be interested in encyclopedias.

He's not the type.

Thank you.

Not the type?

He's a gambler and he's not German

and he's not my husband.

I'm not in luck today, am I?

I don't know.

It's only ten o'clock.

You've got the whole day to make a sale.

Percentages are against me.

It's four days since I sold the last one.

Well then you'd better
drink your coffee quickly,

hadn't you?

It's only I,500 marks
you can pay it over two years.

You'd have to sell me
a German course first.

Good idea.

It's a project, a challenge.

Oh come on now, be realistic.

Nothing makes realism like lack of money.

And you spend it faster than you make it.

Very fast.

You dress too well.

I find it difficult to deny myself.

Oh, then we have something in common.

You make very good coffee.

Are you trying to get round me?

Yes.

That's honest.

And funnily enough, honesty
still intrigues me.

This apartment, you
must have a lot of money.

You would not miss I,500 marks.

You're a monster, aren't you?

Just a man, that's all.

You're definitely X-certificate.

What are you?

I'm not gonna be honest.

You're a woman.

What do we call you?

Philip.

Stop there, I never like to
know too much about people.

And you?

Penny.

You know, you really
shouldn't have any trouble

selling at all.

Especially not to the ladies.

Why are you looking at that photograph.

There's something familiar about him.

Does he play poker?

Yes, matter of fact Nigel does play.

Nigel?

Nigel Warwick.

Met him?

He doesn't spend a lot
of time in Paris, does he?

I don't think so but he does get around.

I know it cannot be the same man.

Are you a gambler?

Yes, sometimes it takes
me all night to lose.

Oh, Nigel wins.

He has to, hasn't he?

Oh, Mr. Bierce, I've
just had Bonn on the line.

They say it's urgent.

Shall I get through?

Yes, of course.

Hello?

Oh, could you put me through

to the Foreign Office in Bonn, please.

Yes.

Thank you.

Did they give you any clue
as to what it was about?

No, simply that Herren Boelcke wanted

to know if you were back and could you

contact him as soon as possible.

It's very puzzling.

Hello.

Thank you.

Hello.

Manfred?

Yes, I have just come in through the door.

The Dillon report?

Why yes, of course.

Yes, thank you.

Of course I will.

Two pages of the Dillon
report are missing.

Now where the devil are they, Francis?

Well they're definitely not here

because when you were away I was

checking that particular
file but perhaps--

Yes?

Well when you lost your memory

you had the report with you and it would

have been very easy to have
mislaid a couple of pages,

wouldn't it?

Yes, yes, of course,
when I lost my memory.

But where do I start to look, Francis?

Where?

I don't know, Mr. Bierce, do I?

No.

Neither do I.

Nigel, I'm hungry and
cold and you've been away

for three hundred years.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

Nigel isn't here.

Who are you?

A friend.

Where is Nigel?

I haven't seen him for three weeks now.

Is he ill?

He's not very well.

What is he suffering from?

Had an accident.

He fell down and got concussed.

Was he drunk?

I don't know.

Are you one of his gambling friends?

Yes.

Why are you here?

He gave me a key, I've nowhere to stay.

He'd never let me stay here.

He only uses this place
once or twice a week.

But you'd think he'd let
me stay, wouldn't you?

Oh, the mirror's new.

Oh, I don't like myself today.

What's the matter with it?

There's no mist, I can still see myself.

It's plastic.

Ah, with Nigel there
is always something new.

I do hope he gets better quickly.

He's very kind to me, you see.

When he wins money playing at cards,

he always gives me some.

I wouldn't be able to live otherwise.

I haven't seen him for so
long, I haven't got a penny.

Not a penny.

Have you won at cards lately?

Not lately.

Nigel's lucky.

Oh, I'm so hungry.

You have to be lucky to live
in this world, don't you?

Don't you work?

Oh, I sing sometimes but
only when I feel like it.

If you want supper regularly

you'll have to sing more often.

I sing for Nigel.

He pays me well.

So you've known him long?

Oh, six months.

Do you always see him here?

Of course.

Sometimes I bring Madelaine down here.

She is a dancer.

She dances for Nigel and I sing for him.

He won't take us out though.

He won't take us to
a restaurant or a boite.

But he feeds us well.

Here, things are brought
from the Coq d'or.

All of the delicacies.

The chef there is magnifique.

Have you eaten there?

No, no, never

And there's always champagne.

Champagne with brandy's my favorite drink.

Do you like it?

Yes, I like it very much but separately.

Is Nigel married?

What does he tell you?

Oh, he tells me nothing.

Nothing except that he gambles.

Is he married?

I know as little about him as you do.

You know what I think?

I think he's a crook.

I think he robs banks.

Well he could never spend money

in the fashion he does, could he?

I mean, if he worked for it.

Gamblers always throw their money around.

Do you?

I never win.

My name is Nicole.

You know what I think?

No, what?

I think you have the most wonderful eyes.

They look straight through me.

There's something very cruel in them.

Something very beautiful.

Are you a crook too?

You break open banks with Nigel.

It's supposed to be a secret.

You know what I think.

Yes, it's time you
were getting out of here.

No.

I don't believe you're
a friend of Nigel at all.

I think you've broken into this place.

I think you're a thief.

Supposing you're right,

what would you do about it?

Go and get yourself something to eat.

I'm not hungry now.

I still think you ought to go.

Because you're a thief?

Because I'm a friend of Nigel's.

I don't care what men do.

Only what reaction they have on me.

Only that matters.

And my reaction to you is very favorable.

Yes?

Human chemistry has been
my subject for years.

I'm not going.

No?

Mr. Dupoirier?

Come in.

Hello Drake.

Forgive me for bursting
in on you like this.

Not at all.

I realize that it must
be a bit of a surprise.

Just a little.

But I thought it was about time

that we had a little chat.

Oh good, I'm having a whisky.

Would you like one?

Thank you.

How are the encyclopedias
selling by the way?

Took me just half a morning

to discover I'd no flair for the job.

Say when.

That's it, thank you.

I'm afraid there's no soda.

I have mine neat.
There's some water in there.

No, that'll do fine, thank you.

What shall we drink to?

I'll leave that to you.

The ladies?

Oh yes, you've discovered my
little weakness, haven't you?

Penny told me about
a persistent salesman with charm.

I asked for a description
and it fitted you.

You flatter me.

My wife should never have told you

about my card playing.

Oh, thank you.

Do you want one?

No thanks.

I'll say, covering a vice with a vice

was very original of you, Mr. Bierce.

I was wondering, have you told Sir Jeremy

about all this yet?

No, no I haven't.

It'll be the end of me in
the diplomatic if you do.

Are you going to?

It can't be of any interest to
M9 that I've got a mistress.

No, no, I don't suppose so, no.

You see, my term will
be over in three months

and then we'll be going back to London

and that'll be the end of the affair.

And the next affair will begin.

My wife isn't a very easy
woman to live with, Drake,

but you're wrong in any case.

After Penny, there'll be
nobody else, I promise you.

You speak with such conviction,

I can only imagine
you're telling the truth.

I am.

Let's leave it there, shall we.

I'd just like to ask you
one question, though.

Please.

How did you win your DSO?

What a very odd question.

Why, have you got the
usual hero's reluctance

of discussing your exploits?

I've never thought about it.

Yes, I suppose so, yes.

As a matter of fact, it was

for knocking out a machine gun post.

Single handed?

You know, Drake, I can't think

of what interest this could be to you.

Single handed? or --

Well let's say that I was the only one

to get out of there alive.

And how many Germans were there?

Four.

And?

And what?

What happened?

Well I killed them of course.

Look Drake, regarding Sir Jeremy--

Oh don't worry,
I won't let Sir Jeremy know

without telling you first.

Which means that you haven't

stopped investigating me then?

Well I'd like to find out

where you spent that missing time.

Yes, I'm sorry Drake,
I can't help you there.

Don't worry, I'll probably
know myself in a day or two.

Will I be the first to know?

The very first.

Good night, Mr. Drake.

Good night.

And thank you for everything.

Thank you again.

Why don't we have more light?

There's nothing left
to hide now, is there?

How much money had Depoirier lent you?

The ladies, you understand, so costly.

For a long time now I've suspected they'd

be the death of me.

Let me return your hospitality.

Scotch?

Yes, why not?

I'm not in any hurry and
neither, I imagine, are you.

Very funny, you know, how true some

of these trite phrases are.

Take 40 is the dangerous age.

Perfectly true.

39 when I was first posted to Paris.

It's so easy to spend money on the girls.

Are you still drinking it au nature?

Thanks.

It was Penny who really fractured me.

Very lovely but very mercenary, Penny.

Fatal combination.

And Dupoirier?

He wasn't really a money lender, you know.

But I didn't find that
out until it was too late.

He was an agent, wasn't he?

Mm-hmm.

Blackmailed me to give away
highly confidential information.

Which you, being a loyal
patriot, refused to do.

Of course I refused.

Finally the only thing
I could do was to kill him.

I had a plan.

But it misfired so I had to improvise.

That needed extra time.

Exactly, time I couldn't account for.

Little music, perhaps.

No, no, I think we ought
to be going, don't you?

I'm not as quick as you are, Drake.

I couldn't think why you were
asking me all those questions

about my DSO and then later
this evening, I got it.

My blood was hot, of course,

when I killed those four Germans.

It was cold when I killed Dupoirier.

I've always hated spies.

Let me get you another drink.

What are you trying to do, Bierce?

Get me drunk?

Come now, I'm sure it'll take more

than two scotches to do that.

Sit down, make yourself comfortable.

You killed Dupoirier
with a gun, I suppose?

As a matter of fact, I did.

And I expect you have it with you now.

Yes I do.

I don't have to fire this three

or four times to make sure I kill someone.

Tell me this.

Did you get Dupoirier down here

on the pretext you were going
to sell him some information.

I see that specialized brain
of yours is working, Drake.

Did he enjoy the Bolero?

Not particularly.

He wanted the information.

He was much more restless than you are.

Was he?

What shall we drink to this time?

Patriotism.

Don't you ever lose your
sense of humor, Drake?

I may do in a minute.

That piece has a loud climax, has it not?

Shattering.

What did you get the bar to your DSO for?

More killing.

The strange thing is that
I've lived all my life

at least except for the last two

or three years of it as a misfit.

Discipline, denial, duty.

Clergy and army on all
sides of my forebears.

Even married into it.

And then here in Paris, quite by accident,

I found out something about
living, really living.

Of course I've gone too far the other way.

I realize that too.

How long do you think it'll last

when you've got rid of me.

It's just possible I might
get away with it altogether.

But even if it's only for
a few days it'll be worth it.

I'll learn to live again.

Just like I did during the
war, 24 hours at a time.

What about me?

Well people who are licensed to kill

should be prepared to be killed.

That's logical.

You notice how insistent
the tempo's getting?

Don't you think you'd better drink up?

Is the volume full on?

No but it'll be
loud enough in a few minutes.

It doesn't give me long
to compose myself, does it?

No, I'm afraid not.

It's better to do something.

What can I do?

What would you do?

I was never in this kind
of position during the war.

I'd make a dive for the door.

I'd never make it.

But why don't you have a try?

I would.

You'd prefer to kill me
like that, wouldn't you?

Frankly, yes.

Never shoot a sitting pigeon.

Sportsman's code, all that kind of thing.

Go on.

You might make it.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

I'm just going to stretch
out here for a minute.

Fold my arms and relax.

Drake.

One thing.

Don't tell about the women.

I don't want my wife to --

No, I won't tell.