All language subtitles for Danger Man - Secret Agent S3E03 - Sting in the tail

You must come and see us.

I promise you, the
next time I'm in Paris,

I'll carry on to London
and I'll visit you.

Clare would be very
thrilled to see you again.

Charming of her.

Well, I'll make every effort.

Now, let me take this
opportunity to assure you,

Sir Alan, that we will
do nothing in this matter

without consulting your government first.

That's very good to hear.

Now, I'm mustn't keep you
from your bed any longer.

I know that you have
a full program ahead of you

for the rest of your stay.

A truly nightmare week, but still,

this has been an oasis of
pleasure this evening, Sir Alan.

It was a feast of music.

Splendid.

I'm delighted that you enjoyed it so much.

Good night, Sir Alan.

Goodnight, Your Highness.

Goodnight, sleep well.

I shall not need sleeping
pills for that, I promise you.

Michele?

Michele?

Michele, ma petite.

No!

Yeah.

Hello, Mr. John Drake?

Speaking.

This is Inspector Roger.

I'm speaking from Hotel Enricarte.

The Shah of Assimi was
killed here tonight.

It was Noureddine again.

Noureddine?

Alright, I'll deal with
it right away, Roger.

I'll be in touch.

I want Beirut, urgent.

Hello?

Why didn't you tell me
Noureddine had left Beirut?

What?

Noureddine left Beirut?

Wake up, James, get with it.

He killed the Shah of
Assimi in Paris tonight.

Not possible.

Better tell that to the Shah.

Oh, I am sorry, Drake.

He must have sneaked out on us yesterday.

Alright, is the girl still there?

Yes, I checked on her tonight.

We'd better hope he's still
crazy about her, hadn't we?

Hmm.

Oh, he'll be back, Drake.

He'll be back.

You'd better be right.

I'm flying out tomorrow, as
soon as I've done some shopping.

Shopping, what for?

Masterpieces and a watch.

Here is your magic charm, your talisman.

I guess you took your
time about, you Bulack.

Naturally, it is a work of art.

It certainly looks like an ordinary watch.

And of course, it is perfect,

as everything I create is perfect.

You don't undersell
yourself, do you, Bulack?

Modesty does not pay.

Here, let me show you how simply it works.

All you have to do is you lift the winder

as if you are going to alter
the position of the hands,

and voila, your secret
weapon is prepared to strike.

Huh,

very impressive.

It's sharp, too, isn't it?

One second's notice is all you need.

A flick with the wrist, a quick injection,

and your victim is paralyzed.

Does it fill from the back?

Of course, a little press with the finger,

a half turn, and it springs off.

As you say, your little
scorpion is a work of art.

I can't get any more money
out of Daddy this month, Steve.

I am not asking you to.

Well, what are we going to do, darling?

Well, go away, Daphne,
just leave me alone, hmm?

But I can't go on living like this.

I can't talk to you, you're impossible.

Stephen Miller?

Yes, what do you want?

Oh, Arthur Lowe told me about you.

Really? You surprise me.

Are you interested in
Stephen's pictures, Mister?

Yes, I'm very interested in them, indeed.

Perhaps you'd like to buy one.

I'd like to buy them all.

Buy them all.

Stephen.

It's a joke, idiot,

and in rather bad taste.

Oh, no, I'm not joking.

In addition, I'd like to buy your easel,

your paints, your pallettes, your brushes,

in fact all your equipment.

You must be joking.
-Mad.

And there's something else
I'd like you to do for me

right away, if you'd be so kind.

Make me a charcoal sketch of this head.

It is Alexandros.

Alexandros the Greek,

with something to welcome
you to Beirut, Mr. Miller.

Come in. The door's not locked.

Ah, you are settled in quickly.

I have very little to unpack.

What matters except the work?

Work is the answer.

Work like a slave and you will be saved.

Every day, I swear I shall work,

work and sweat away my fat,

yet every day, I procrastinate,

turning to drink and taverns and women.

My body has such a colossal appetite.

But no more of that.

Let us drink to your creativity.

We drink to welcome you
to this beautiful city.

Thank you, Alexandros.

That is a charming sentiment.

One thing I must warn you of, Mr. Miller.

What's that, Alexandros?

Do not become too familiar with me.

It is for your own sake that I say this.

If you become familiar,
I will take advantage

and you will do no work.

Thanks for the warning.

I will be as unfamiliar as possible.

It would be terrible to interfere

with the work of an artist.

Cheers.

Yassou.

The last man who took
this place was a Frenchman.

He found me charming.

It was a disaster,
I was drunk for a month.

And the Frenchman?

I taught him Greek.

I speak also Turkish, Armenian,

German, French, and Czech, if
you're in need of a linguist.

Also, I know everybody in this city.

Also, all the places to eat.

I'm a mass of information
on many subjects.

You will be very useful to me, Alexandros.

Let me be that.

Do not hesitate.

You have only to open your
door and shout my name.

I'll hear you.

Right.

Now, for eating, there
is the Taverne Sinbad.

It is only three minutes from here,

where you can eat
excellently for a modest sum,

La Gondole, the Al-Mataan, superb.

You have only to mention
the name Alexandros.

Why don't we go there for dinner tonight?

I don't know.

To celebrate your first
night here in Beirut?

No, I am very poor, Alexandros.

Tonight, I have enough for both.

No, thank you very much, but not tonight.

Then let me fill your glass.

No more to drink.

You are right.

Out with me tonight, no work tomorrow.

You do well not to encourage me.

Ah, you paint ladies beautifully.

You create the form, organization,

with elements of line,
plane, volume, and texture.

That's very nice.

There is a rhythmic look,

you might say a mathematical
order under sensuous display.

You're very, very
flattering to me, Alexandros.

I mean it, you are a real artist.

You're sure you won't have more.

No, no, no, don't accept, no.

I will go now.

Good night, my friend.

Good night.

Good night.

And you won't hesitate?

I won't hesitate.

Good night.

Good night!

I thought he was never gonna leave.

Why didn't you wait til I came to see you?

Noureddine.

What?

I've just heard a rumor
on the vine he won't be here

for more than a few days.

That's great news.

Well, I thought you'd like
to know as quickly as possible.

Thanks, thanks a lot.

Nothing to do with me, darling.

I'm no agent.

How am I going to winkle him
out of The Lebanon in a few days?

Try putting him in a trunk.

I'd forgotten what
a funny man you were, James.

Oh, don't take it out on me, please.

I'm only a civil servant here.

I'll need a fortnight,
at least, to get him out.

Well, you'll be lucky
if you get five days.

Can't be done, it's impossible.

Well, it's simple, isn't it?

He's gonna slip away from us again.

This is the third time,

the third time.

If at first you don't succeed, quit.

He's back with the girl, isn't he?

Oh, yes, he's back with Marie Valedon.

That's why he comes here.

Oh, by the way,

I brought some more
information on her background.

It's all in there.

She whizzed up in the world.

She's staying at Pigeon
Rock in the Villa Horizon.

I'll just have to take
a chance and move in tonight.

Exotic little cover
you've chosen for yourself.

Is she still at the Ibiscus?

Is she not a panther among women?

A beast of prey?

A veritable shark in the wave.

You mix your metaphors.

But looking at such a woman,
who cares about metaphors?

She has the affect on me
of a bottle of cognac.

I'm drunk merely at the sight of her.

How can you draw by this light?

She inspires me to.

It's very splendid.

It hints at what such a woman is.

She's so young and yet so old.

She knows everything about men.

She terrifies me.

I wonder how she'll accept this?

You're going to give it to her?

Absolutely.

You're not looking for a conquest?

If you like.

But you would not have enough money.

I only want to paint her.

To paint her.

It is true about you English,
you are very phlegmatic.

Would you accept this?

It's very good.

You'll accept it, then.

Thank you.

I wonder, could you spare me a few minutes

of your valuable time?

Five, but only because your
sketch of me is so well done.

You are very kind.

What can I get you to drink?

No, I will get you one.

Please, I --

Cognac?

Yes.

You don't look like an artist.

How do artists look?

Less positive.

I have to be positive.

I only have five minutes
at my disposal, don't I?

And what are you trying
to accomplish in that time?

The impossible.

That's interesting.

Do I take that as a sign of encouragement?

No.

That's positive, for an artist,

and you are an artist.

Thank you.

I am going to try and persuade you.

Persuade me?
-To let me paint you.

That's very flattering, but
I'm afraid it's not possible.

You could do for me what
Gioconda did for Leonardo.

Leonardo would have done it without her.

Oh, please, please, I ask you.

I beg of you, will you?
-I'm sorry.

I've always like artists,
but it is impossible.

It would only take a few hours.

It's so terribly important.

I've already given you a few minutes,

and that is more than I have to give.

Please, it's useless to say anymore.

You're a generous
person, you cannot deny me.

I ask for so little.

May I remind you that in
the beginning, you said --

This is an English artist
who has made a sketch of me.

Ah.

An English artist, huh?

These are very rare out here.

May I?

Yes.

A very excellent likeness,

but you have not signed it.

Please.

Only artists who are ashamed
of their work fail to sign it,

isn't that so, Mister --

S. Miller?

Stephen.

Stephen Miller.

Noureddine.

Rachid Noureddine.

Have you been in Beirut long?

No.

Are you staying?

Indefinitely.

Oh, you must be a very
successful artist, then.

No.

A wealthy one?

No.

It is cheaper to work
here than in England.

Yeah.

And more inspiring.

Sometimes.

Well, I think it's time I was going.

Oh, no, please.

Look, you have not finished your drink.

When I have finished my
number, I would like to leave.

You say that you are a poor artist,

but the Ibiscus is very expense,

and you know, the suit
is also very expensive.

You're very inquisitive, Mr. Noureddine.

Ah, call me Rachid.

Yes, yes, I am inquisitive
about interesting people,

and artists are always
interesting, aren't they?

You don't mind if I call
you Stephen, do you?

No, no, no, Rachid, I don't mind.

Are you going to

answer my little inquisitiveness, Stephen?

Yes.

The Ibiscus is very expensive.

My friend, over there, he pays.

This suit is a relic of better days.

I live in Beirut in the poor quarter,

a small room which,
fortunately, has large windows,

and north light.

And the address of which
you keep to yourself.

I think so, yes.

You find it difficult to
take your eyes off Marie,

don't you?

Yes, she's very, very beautiful.

I'd like to paint her.

She is much admired.

I myself, admire her.

Do you know where I live here?

How could I know that?

Well, when I am in Beirut

I live at the Villa Horizon
on Pigeon Rock.

Should that interest me?

Marie Valedon also lives
in the Villa Horizon.

When are you leaving Beirut?

I might never leave again.

What do you do, Rachid?

Oh, Stephen, are you as
inquisitive as I am, then?

Yes, almost, yes.

Well, my job is dull.

It's not like yours.

You said you wanted to paint Marie.

Yeah.

What if I could persuade
her to sit for you?

I would be very grateful.

You would be grateful?

Yeah.
-Yes, as I'm sure you would.

I would.

Will you leave it to me to try?

Yes.

You won't yourself,

I mean?

Do you mean you don't want
me to speak to her again?

Yeah.

Yes, Stephen, that is
what I'm trying to say.

Well, I can't make any
promises about that.

I have heard that artists
are somewhat fanatical.

Or madmen.

I think you'd better go now.

Boo!

What were you doing,

standing across from
my villa this morning?

Waiting for you to
come out, Marie Valedon.

You shouldn't follow me about like this.

I'm a fool.

Yes, you are.

But

I am not the only one who
is following you, hmm?

What do you mean?

Do you see that man there,
by the newspaper kiosk?

Uh-huh, that's the one.

You must be mistaken.

No, he was at the Ibiscus last night, too.

You are only saying this

so that you can keep on talking to me.

Not true.

Why should he follow me?

Maybe he wants to paint you.

Admit that you are
playing the fool with me.

Or maybe he's in love with you.

Either way, it's easy to prove.

How is it easy?

You buy me a coffee
at the cafe over there,

and you will see.

He will take one, too.

This is fantasy.

You are joking with me.

Perhaps.

Well, are you or aren't you?

Shall I go?

I badly need that coffee,

and I haven't a piasta.

You didn't spend everything last night?

Everything I had, everything
my friend had, you see.

It's my affair, really.

I'll go, but keep an eye on him.

He is following you.

Goodbye, Marie Valedon.

Wait a minute.

You're very amusing, and
I'll buy you that coffee.

Thank you.

Well, we are here,

and where is that man
you pointed out to me?

You don't see him?

I think you're a very
imaginative man, Mister --

Miller, Stephen Miller.

And a very determined man.

I just want to paint you, that's all.

Because you find me so beautiful.

Oh,

no, there are many beautiful
women in the plastic sense,

but your beauty holds something more.

It is hard to believe
that you are an Englishman.

Mystery.

Mystery?

Women are as attractive to
men as they are mysterious.

That's why the Giacondas
are magnetic to them.

They feel that they cannot
penetrate to her innermost soul.

And after the Giaconda - Marie Valedon!

We should be drinking wine
if you say things like that.

Will you sit for me?

Perhaps, after Rachid
Noureddine has left Beirut.

Ah-ah, can't wait that long.

It will only be a few days.

Tomorrow is a day that may never come.

Can't I persuade you
to visit my studio now?

May I remind you that, in the beginning,

that man you pointed out to me,

he's sitting right behind you.

Don't look around.

I wasn't going to.

Tell me something, Marie.

Do you think that Rachid is a jealous man?

Yes, yes,

I would say he was a jealous
man where I'm concerned.

Could it be, then,

that he's responsible for
the man sitting behind me?

No, Rachid wouldn't
dare to have me followed.

Tell you what I think, Marie,

I think that Rachid would dare anything.

What savage language is that you speak?

Do you understand English?

I wanna see the Englishman, Miller.

This may not be possible.

Mr. Miller is an artist,
and one should hesitate

before one interrupts an artist.

He will see me, Rachid Noureddine.

Mr. Miller, will you
see Rachid Noureddine,

or are you working?

Thank you, Alexandros.

Yes, I will see Rachid Noureddine.

He's like a father with a daughter of 16.

An artist is more precious
than a daughter, my friend.

Thank you, Alexandros.

I'm at your service, Mr. Miller.

Thank you.

Do come in.

Ah, you really are
a poor artist, aren't you?

How did you know where to find me?

Oh, I have a nose.

You're only interested in women, I see.

Yes, and only those that are enigmatic.

Enigmatic?

Yeah, puzzling.

Marie is enigmatic?

Oh, yes.

She is also beautiful.

Yes.

And a woman.

Very much a woman.

No doubt.

She's not enigmatic to me.

Are you quite sure she
has no secrets, Rachid?

You are --

a very provoking man, Stephen.

Only with certain people, Rachid.

Now, you do not provoke me.

I will not allow you to provoke me.

That makes me very happy
to hear that, Rachid.

I should hate to have you for an enemy.

I really ought to offer you a drink now,

but as you can see,
I am just a poor artist.

Well, I did not come to
drink with you, Stephen.

I came to offer an invitation.

You surprise me.

Marie would like you to
come to the Villa Horizon

to eat with us tonight.

Terribly nice of her.

You accept?

With a great deal of pleasure.

Good, shall we say seven o'clock, then?

Yes, fine.

Oh, tell me, Rachid,

does that mean she might
agree to sit for me?

Well, there must be
a chance now, mustn't there?

Well, it begins to look that way, yes.

Well, then, I should
not count on it, Stephen.

I mean, not just yet, anyway.

Well, as far as people are concerned,

I never count on anything, Rachid.

Oh, come now, Stephen.

Til tonight, then.

Til tonight.

That shower of yours is
like playing Russian roulette.

One minute, it's boiling hot.

What are you doing?

I'm pressing your pants.

You're going to spoil me, Alexandros.

You're going to see a lady.

You must be pretty, but
watch Rachid Noureddine.

He's a very dangerous man.

I'm not his rival.

Oh, come, Mr. Miller.

I'm your friend.

Surely with someone as
beautiful as Marie Valedon,

you are after the ultimate favor, huh?

I want to paint the lady.

That is all I want to do.

How many times do I have to
tell you that, Alexandros,

before you will believe me?

You can look me in the eye and say that?

I can look you in the
eye and I can say it.

Ah, but be careful,

because though I believe you,

you know Noureddine will not.

You sure of that?

I'm more than sure, I'm certain.

That makes me very happy, Alexandros.

I don't understand, but
then, you are an artist,

and you are people who
are beyond comprehension.

Come in, come in.

Good evening, Rachid.

What a charming place Marie Valedon has.

Yes, I like it.

Stephen, what will you have to drink?

I, myself, I prefer Arak before dinner,

but whatever you would like.

No, Arak's quite
acceptable to me, thank you.

Marie will be down in a moment.

She sleeps for an hour
or two before dinner.

It's a very long night at the Ibiscus.

Yes, I can imagine that,

sleeping all day and playing all night.

I mean, she is, after all,
a creature of the dark,

is she not?

I never thought of her that way before.

Stephen, would you like ice?

Yes please.

Those candles are very romantic.

Thank you.

Would you like a cigar?

I don't usually take cigars.

Oh, come now, be unusual.

Alright, I'll have one, thank you.

You know, Stephen,
you remind me of certain

of your fellow countrymen, you know,

who are far from being artists.

Oh, which of us?

The ones with titles.

Really?

You have that sort of arrogance.

So, do you know England well, Rachid?

Well, I know enough to
talk about the weather.

Let's drink to that, then, shall we.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Let's drink to something far
more interesting than that.

Let's drink to Marie Valedon.

No lady I would rather
drink to more, Marie Valedon.

Hmm.

Marie'd want some music.

I see I'm not the only guest.

No.

No, Stephen, you're not.

Look, please, won't you sit down.

Marie would be so unhappy if
I didn't make you comfortable.

That is a very great
talent of hers, you know,

Stephen, she sees to a man's needs.

You know, like putting
sugar in their coffee

and stirring for him.

Do you know what I mean, Stephen?

Running the bath and
putting salts into it.

Changing your cufflinks.

The little touching things,
you understand, Stephen?

Yes, I know exactly what you mean.

You're a very lucky man, Rachid.

Yes, I intend to stay that way.

Unfortunately, luck has
a habit of changing, I'm afraid.

Ah, our other guests,
the brothers Messadi.

Unfortunately, Stephen,

they don't speak one word of English.

There's no need to ask them
what they want to drink,

Stephen, they don't.

They're true believers.

I see a question in your eyes, Stephen.

Can I have another drink?

Certainly, Stephen.

That wasn't the question, was it?

You were wondering why someone like Marie

would invite such men
to dinner, aren't you?

To be honest, yes, I was,

but then almost immediately,

a possible answer occurred to me.

It did?

Maybe Marie didn't invite them at all.

Oh, Stephen.

What do you take me for?

Do you think I would
bring people to the villa

without first asking Marie
if they'd be welcome?

Where you are concerned, Rachid,

anything is possible.

Am I allowed to finish my cigar?

Why certainly.

Stephen, I don't understand you.

This is the sort of occasion where I wish

I had some instruction in
judo or something like that.

What do you take me for?

Some kind of savage?

The worst kind.

The civilized kind.

I'm sorry you can't
finish your cigar, Stephen,

but you might be tempted to cry out,

and that would disturb Marie,

and that would be unthinkable,

so we must work quietly.

Quietly, but thoroughly.

You see, Stephen,
now I did give you warnings,

but you ignored them.

You followed Marie this morning.

You made a terrible nuisance of yourself,

so you must learn, Stephen.

Here, Mr. Miller.

Try to drink a little cognac.

The men said you were drunk,
but I don't believe them.

Yes.

The men,

the Messadi brothers.

It worked out even better
than I could have hoped.

Better?

Yes, better.

Noureddine is more jealous of me

than I could have believed possible.

This makes you happy?

Very happy.

He must have hit you on the head.

No.

They worked me over
where it wouldn't show.

What time is it?

It's sometime after eight,

but what happened to you, Mr. Miller?

I didn't have dinner with Marie Valedon,

that's for certain.

See if I can stand up.

This Noureddine set a trap for you, eh?

Yeah, but I'll

be alright,

if I don't laugh.

Yes, Noureddine set a trap for me,

and now, I am going to
repay the compliment.

Ah, you want your revenge.

Yes, I do, but I shall need your help.

You want me to fight at your side?

No, I don't want you to fight.

I would, you know.

This Noureddine, I don't like him.

Will you help?

Tell me what you require of me.

So, Noureddine beat you up tonight.

Well, you would play the
defenseless artist, wouldn't you?

Good, excellent.

I'm glad you're so happy.

Now, will you kindly
inform Inspector Roger

that Noureddine will be arriving in Paris

within the next 36 hours.

Noureddine on a plane, just like that.

Surete want him more than we do.

They weren't exactly
deliriously happy when the Shah

got knocked off on their
front doorstep, were they?

Well, what are you going to say to him?

Look here, old chap.

Be a sport, fly to Paris and
get your head chopped off?

If he thinks Marie Valedon
has gone there with me,

he'll follow us alright.

What?

You heard, James.

Look, you've only been here two days.

You can't tell me that,
even with your fatal charm,

you could have talked her into doing that.

You don't listen, do you?

I said if he thinks we've gone.

Do you mind if I join you, Rachid?

Thank you.

Did you notice I was
walking with a slight limp?

I had the misfortune to
fall rather awkwardly

earlier this evening.

How did dinner go?

You're not very talkative, Rachid.

You're a very durable man, Stephen.

Well, artists have to be,

otherwise they'd never survive.

Did Marie have an undisturbed siesta?

I made a mistake with you.

Did you underestimate me?

I underestimated you badly.

Does Marie know that she's
associating with a thug?

An intelligent man learns by his mistakes.

I don't think she'll
be very happy about it.

Good evening, Ms. Valedon

That was absolutely wonderful.

I must tell you right away that Rachid

would like me to paint your portrait.

Isn't that so, Rachid?

Yes, I'd like that very much.

Where did you get the
car, you poor artist?

I've acquired a wealthy friend.

You work very quickly.

By and large, I'm lucky with people.

It's just money that escapes me.

Is your studio very far?

We're not going to my studio.

Oh, where are we going?

To my wealthy friend's.

I took my easel and my paints
over there this morning.

I thought it'd be more
comfortable for you.

The studio is a hovel.

I wouldn't have minded that.

Poverty doesn't depress
me, I understand it.

I was brought up with it in Paris.

Today, I want to be as
agreeable as possible to you.

You're very agreeable.

You're a charming man.

I hope you'll think that
by the time the day is out.

You mean I should wait and see

what you make of my picture?

It may not work out.

I have every confidence.

Don't forget, I have your sketch.

It's not quite the same thing.

Marie,

you know the man I told you was
following you the other day?

Mm-hmm.

He's here again.

Looks as though he's brought
his brother with him.

Yes, you're right.

Did you ask Noureddine about him?

No, I didn't.

I don't like being followed.

No, neither do I.

Shall I lose them?

If you can.

Right, let's go.

You wait here.

I'll be back in a minute.

Noureddine.

This friend of yours, where is he?

He's having something to eat.

What does he do?

Nothing.

Very interesting.

It is taking you a long time
to get a bottle of wine.

I won't be a minute.

Make yourself comfortable.

He's very English, isn't he?

Yes, terribly English.

What's this?

Oh, I thought we could
have something to eat

before we start.

Well this is a feast.

When did you prepare it?
-Earlier this morning.

You did a lot earlier
this morning, didn't you?

Dolmathes Yalanji I love them.

Oh, so they are.

I didn't know what they were called.

I always just point, myself.

And Samos wine.

You have done very well.

Thank you, madame.

Why don't you bring it here

and put it down on this rug,

and we'll make dejeuner sur l'herbe.

You like to picnic?

I love to picnic.

I love anything that is unexpected,
surprising, and bizarre.

Bizarre.

I could never say it like that.

Oh, yes, you could.

Bizarre, try it.

Bizarre.

Very good, bizarre.

I was like a little rat,

skinny arms, skinny legs, no bones at all.

My hair was like dried seaweed.

I was terrible.

I think you exaggerate.

No, Stephen.

Anyway, you had your voice.

Yes, that was what the
men first noticed about me,

my voice.

It takes a long time to learn about men.

Perhaps I still haven't learned.

Sometimes they can be as
disillusioning as women.

Ah, you say that like a cynic,
and surely you're not that.

Isn't cynicism the last
refuge of the idealist?

You are talking like a Frenchman,

and right now, I feel as
though I was in Paris.

And you talk as though
you're so old, Marie.

It's a mistake.

Age is only a question of
how much living you have done,

isn't it?

Give me some more wine, please.

What do you know about Noureddine, Marie?

He's a very good looking man.

He is very strong.

He spends money recklessly.

Like you, I don't think he
cares too much about tomorrow.

Do you know what he does?

Doesn't interest me.

Do you know?

He's an exporter.

Do you know what he exports?

No.

Death.

What sort of a joke are you making?

Marie?

Marie?

So, you have used me to snare Rachid?

Yes.

You are not an artist?

No.

Everything is a lie?

Noureddine is an assassin.

Such men aren't caught without

a certain amount of unpleasantness.

But he is not caught yet.

I know.

Suppose he doesn't
fall for your deception?

He wins, I lose.

If he gets at you again, he'll kill you.

I know.

If I try to phone him?

I'll stop you.

If I try to leave.

I'll stop you.

Oh, you were so convincing,
so clever, so charming.

Buy me a coffee, I haven't a piasta,

I spent everything to hear you last night.

There are many beautiful women,

but your beauty carries something more,

so magnetic, so mysterious,

the giaconda, after the
Giaconda, Marie Valedon.

I'm sorry, Marie.

Let me go, you pigs.

Let me go.

Now will you believe that
they've gone to France,

to Paris, huh?

Look, look!

Where are his pictures?

Where is his easel?

Where are his clothes, huh?

Look, look, look, look,

where is his suitcase?

Where is anything that
belongs to Miller, anything?

Now, pigs, now.

Look under the bed if you like.

Look at the shower.

Paris, that's where
you'll find them, Paris.

Pigs.

Next flight to Paris, Mr. Anagnoste?

Ah, yes, there is a vacancy.

Flight 721 at 1845 hours.

I'll hold it for you, Mr. Anagnoste,

but you have to be here
one hour before takeoff.

Alright.

It's time I checked with
Alexandros and the airport.

Take good care of Marie, won't you?

Of course I will.

Oh --

we won't keep you much longer now.

As soon as Noureddine
is on his way to Paris,

I'll telephone and you can go.

Bye, Marie.

Alexandros?

Cairo, Rome,

Athens, Algiers,

Istanbul, Alexandria.

She never moves without Juju.

Juju is good luck to Marie Valedon.

And

good luck to you, too, eh?

Rachid?

Yes.

I booked a flight for Paris.

In fact, but for the doll,
I'd be in the air now.

Ironic.

We've both made mistakes
in this little encounter,

haven't we, Stephen?

Unfortunately, yours is fatal.

Ah, you're being a bit
reckless, aren't you, Rachid?

You don't want your own
countrymen after you, do you?

Do you think I'm stupid, Stephen?

You're gonna die in a brawl
with your friend, Alexandros.

You're gonna kill each other.

Messadi.

Let me go.

I'm sorry, Mr. Miller, I was weak.

Shut up, Alexandros.

We've got no time for
your touching apologies.

Surely this is an
affair between ourselves.

It would give you much more
pleasure to kill me yourself.

You're a very clever man, Stephen,

but there are times when
you are rather naive.

I'm perfectly happy to sit
here and watch them go to work.

This is terrible, terrible.

They made a mistake to use knives with me,

eh, Mr. Miller?

I need a cognac.

Yep.