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Oh!

- What's the matter with you?

- Oh, she's too much, I've...

I gotta cool off. I'll never sleep.

- Well, wait a minute. Hold on.

I'll finish this and I'll come with you.

Okay.

Don't you wanna go in and watch her?

- Well, I'm waiting for someone.

Say, you got a cigarette?

- Yeah.

She just tortures me.

I been to Cairo, Tunis,

Algiers. - I got a match.

- Okay. Iran, you name it.

I never seen anyone greater.

- Were you with the Eighth Air Force?

- Mm-hmm. Basically it's a fertility dance.

You Eight?

- Yeah. Willoughby's my name.

- Well hi. Mike Brewer, pleased to meet you.

- I'm flying for an export-import outfit now. You?

- I work outta here.

We have a 0-47.

You know, poop along the coast, pick up what we can.

That's my buddy.

You see, that's why you get that religious feeling.

It's nature begging to be fertilized.

Get away!

Get out of the way!

Come on, come on, get away from here.

Get away. Gimme some cash.

- Get away! Get 'em outta here.

Here. Here.

Yay!

Hey.

Come on. Eh, eh, eh.

Stop fighting over stuff.

Go on.

Willoughby!

Willoughby! Come on, let's go.

- Be seein' ya, buddy. - Yeah.

- Voila!

Yeah,

these Arabian checkers.

- Four of them, huh?

I wonder how he does it.

- I guess the same way he plays checkers.

I'm trying to work out how the hell he did that.

Let's go for a swim.

- What are you laughin' at?

- North African champ.

- Wait a minute now, there are 16 red squares, right?

16 black squares.

You got 12, no wait a minute, let me show ya.

16- - Come on.

- What the hell is that?

What the hell are you tryin' to do, you stupid idiot?

He must be doing 85.

- Probably in a hurry to get his wives home

before somebody kidnaps 'em.

- Everybody out.

Hurry up.

-Willoughby!

Pepper, hand me a weapon.

All right, you guys stand up and put up your hands.

- Give up?

- Don't argue with me. Put up your hands.

Go ahead.

Hey, !

Hold it. Hold!

- You bastards!

Bastards.

Somebody leaked information to these guys!

All right, we'll find out.

I'll find out!

Thousands of dollars worth of cigarettes on this truck

and we've got a dead pilot.

Who the hell are we gonna get to fly this cargo

out of here to Paris, huh?

- You ready to eat yet?

- No. No hurry, huh?

- No.

Bashir, where are ya?

- Thanks, my old pal.

- Hey, anybody home?

Hello?

- I wonder where the hell everybody is.

Who is she?

- Jamila.

Your belly dancer.

Wanna make some notes?

- Her eyes reach softly across a gossamer veil.

Her breasts are like two young does

that feed among the lilies.

Her navel is like a bushel of wheat.

- Mike, bandit, 11 o'clock.

- Brynie!

Brynie!

Brynie!

Get away!

Hey, kids! Come on!

Let's go.

Let's go.

Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

Come on, troops.

Okay, Ahmed.

Well, let's see what we got here.

Afternoon, gentlemen.

- Ahmed, you get a sandwich.

- Merci, monsieur. - There you go.

Mustafa.

- Merci, monsieur.

- Here's Ali's.

- Merci bien, monsieur.

- Hey, you guys operate that crate back there?

- Bashir.

- You mean the C-47?

Yeah.

That's right, C-47. You operate it?

- Sometimes.

- Uh-huh.

Well, look, I've got a job I'd like you to take on.

- Want me, pretty woman?

- Hey, eat your sandwich.

He's a cute kid.

Anyway, I work out of Paris.

I have an export-import business.

Big business, you know,

I came down here to pick up some cargo in Iran.

Driving out to the place we were ambushed

by some Algerian terrorists.

My plane was wrecked, my pilot was killed.

So, like I say, I've got a job I'd like you to take on.

- Yeah, we're kinda booked up right now.

- Oh? Well when do you go out next?

- In about a month.

- Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You don't go out for about a month,

and yet you say you're all booked up?

- Yeah, well, you know, we don't wanna push things.

I get it.

Well, look, I'll tell you what,

I'll pay you five times as much as any flight you ever made.

- That's high finance.

You better take it up with my vice president here.

- Are you guys with the Eighth Air Force?

- Uh-huh.

- I was a sergeant with the tank core.

My name is Lee Harris.

- How do you do? Mike Brewer.

- Hi, Mike.

That's Hans Lang, he works for me in Oran,

and that's Peter Pepper,

smartest Englishman I've ever known.

Only don't make jokes about his name.

- The kid is very sensitive.

- That's right, love. I am.

Peter Pepper.

- This is Major MacKay, our president.

- Ex-major. How are ya?

- Hi ya.

- Excuse me a minute, will ya?

- Looks like the Major doesn't wanna talk business

with a sergeant.

No, that's not it.

No, he's just got a lotta things on his mind, that's all.

- Yeah. 80 I've noticed.

- Hey, he'll do business with anyone as long as it's legit.

- Jamila?

- Oui.

- Merci, monsieur.

shack up avec moi?

shack up?

- He offered $2,000 cash in advance.

- Oh yeah? For what?

- One flight to Paris.

- What's the cargo?

- Egyptian cotton, he said.

- Yeah, he said. Did you take it?

- Of course not.

He's a black marketeer.

He's got English, French, German, all working for him.

- So what?

- You don't wanna tie in to something that stinks.

- One little trip's not gonna tie us in with anything.

- Hey, what's with you?

-Hmm?

We need the money, Mike.

- What?

- I made a little deal with Jamila.

- You made a deal with Jamila.

- Did it for you, kid, 'cause I believe in ya.

I believe in the book you're gonna write.

It's for you, Mike, for your education.

We didn't charge enough.

- What?

- I said we didn't charge enough.

You know what they got back there?

Cigarettes.

- That figures.

- US Army PX.

There's about, oh, a gross of cartons in every case.

That's 10 bucks a carton on the black market.

We have got a $100,000 cargo.

- So what?

- So we're suckers, that's what.

We get $2,000 and that guy back there gets 100 thou.

- Number two head temperature gauge is stuck again.

- Ah, it's always stuck again.

North Africa.

I've had North Africa.

A belly dancer.

No, seriously, what did we fight the war for?

What for?

Why do we bomb a city like Hamburg?

So we could come back here

and work for a black marketeer

to earn the money to buy a belly dancer?

- Oh, well, now what's wrong with a belly dancer?

It's only a symbol.

But it is a symbol of the creative force of life

trying to establish itself

in the face of death. - Hoo!

- Now look, you know the trouble with you is

you don't worship life.

You don't give a damn for life or death.

You know, oh, then the the little Arab kids,

what they're always yelling?

Well, you're the one that

was mutilated by the the war. - Oh, why don't you knock off

the Socrates bull.

- No, look. Now listen.

You see me?

I still love life.

Sun, sea, sky, sand, belly dancers.

Anything that helps life grow.

You went through 60 missions and you came out dead,

and you're still dead.

- Sure I'm dead. I like it.

Well, if I wasn't dead I'd be back in the States

climbing the ladder and chasin' a buck, right?

- Who says you have to chase a buck?

I thought you wanted to teach.

- Teach?

What are you gonna teach

when there's no sense to anything anymore?

Life itself, Michael, makes no sense.

- Oh, of course it makes sense.

- Of course it makes...

Look, why did the Germans bomb Coventry?

Why the gas chambers?

Why the 5 million Jews being laid down little-

- The first time you ever talked to me,

you told me you wanted to teach history.

- What do you want me to teach?

Post-war history?

What about after this war?

That crooked American back there

gets together with a crooked Kraut,

crooked French, crooked English,

they all get together

and make the whole cockeyed world crooked all over again.

- We started out on belly dancers.

All I said was that a belly dancer's a symbol.

Sure it's a cheap symbol, but nevertheless, a life symbol.

- Oh, grow up, kid.

- Oh, don't start with that grow up jazz again, Brynie.

You know, the trouble with you

is you've known a million broads

and you've never loved one of 'em.

It's like you don't enjoy good food.

You just grab, eat, and run.

- You know who's got the right idea?

Those guys back there.

They really grab, eat, and run.

Get in, get the loot, and get out fast

and the hell with everybody else.

Hijackers.

Love, business, politics.

We're all hijackers.

- Bull.

- Well I got news for them.

Our freight rates have just gone up.

Estimated time of arrival in Paris 4:45, okay?

- Yeah, well that's very good, Major.

I've changed my mind.

We're not gonna land at Villacoublay.

- What do you wanna do, come in at Orly?

- No, no, it's a private field.

- Actually, it's not a field.

It's a long strip on a country estate.

A little past Villacoublay. Here it is.

- That seems all right.

Be a slight supplemental fee.

- Oh? How much?

- 3,000.

- Dollars?

- Yeah, dollars.

Ha!

Well, wait a minute.

Now, you said you'd do it for two?

- No, no, two is for Egyptian cotton.

For American cigarettes it's five.

- Here, love, don't push your ruddy luck too far, eh?

- Now you made a deal, Major.

- Why don't you just get in your cockpit and fly off?

- No, no, the ultimate point of the matter is, Mr. Harris,

that all I gotta do is call the tower at Villacoublay

and you're both in the hoosegow.

He still doesn't know who I am.

You know that I can land anywhere in France?

- I'm quite sure you can land anywhere in France,

but the price is still $5,000.

He's a smart businessman, the Major.

All right, Major, have it your way.

- Fine.

- But not because of what you think.

I've got a wife waiting for me.

I haven't seen her for a month,

and I hate to spend an extra hour getting to her,

you know what I mean?

- Well not exactly. - I've never met the lady.

Well, you'll know what I mean when you see her.

That's the last of 'em, mate.

What about these crates?

- That stuff stays.

It really is Egyptian cotton.

It goes on to Villacoublay.

- That's our cover, Junior!

Elena, my darling!

It's good to be back, sweetheart.

- Good trip?

- A few complications. Mm.

I'll have to pay these guys off, then we'll go.

See what I mean?

Well, here you are, Major.

- Thank you, Sergeant.

- Hey, why don't you two guys stay around then?

Work for me?

- No, just the one trip. Thanks.

- You know, I got a funny feeling

that you and I are cut from the same cloth.

Different styles, maybe, but nevertheless the same cloth.

- Oh, I don't really agree with that, Sergeant.

Well, if you change your mind,

hang around Al Poland's bar.

You can reach me through him.

- I'll remember.

- Pierre!

Pierre.

- We got jumped in Oran.

Willoughby was killed.

There must have been a leak somewhere.

See if you can track it down.

Get me Colonel Wilson on the phone!

- But don't tell him who's calling!

All right!

- I'll take it upstairs!

Oh.

I like that outfit much better on you, don't you?

- Yes, I like it.

- I see I was right.

How was your day?

- Oh, very good.

No, let me take my bath.

- Merci.

- Bonjour, monsieur.

- Bonjour, Celeste.

Hello?

Oh yes, Colonel! Colonel Wilson.

Hey, I have a tip that CID might like.

- Who's calling?

- Oh nevermind, Colonel.

It's just an old friend,

someone who wants to see you get your general star.

Okay, what's the tip?

- Oh, well if you wanna make a good pinch,

get your French pals over to Villacoublay.

There's a 0-47 coming in from Oran.

American registration, license number NC 45347.

It's got narcotics aboard.

- What's this?

All right, open up.

Come on, come on, come on!

- What's goin' on there?

Take it easy. This guy.

- What's the matter?

All right!

- I am Paul Guilbert.

You have a consignment of your cotton goods for me.

What happened?

- Well that's what we'd like to know.

What the hell is going on?

- I am Inspector Bouchard. Your papers, please.

Ah, Colonel.

- Inspector.

Good afternoon.

- The afternoon's just fine.

You mind explaining all this? - Just come in from Iran?

- Yes, we did.

- Didn't put down along the way?

- Look, we put down for gas and it's all

in the flight plan. - What was your cargo?

Your cargo.

- Egyptian cotton.

- What's this all about?

- It is such a small load.

You find it economical, monsieur,

to fly all the way from Africa with such a small load?

- Well, they were in a hurry to get it, you know?

And they paid plenty.

- Would you empty your pockets, please?

- Now, wait a minute.

We're are Americans, too, you know.

Just who the hell are you?

- U.S. Army Counter Intelligence, fella.

- Monsieur, please.

- Do you have narcotics aboard?

- Narcotics? - No!

- How much money's in here?

- $5,000.

Where'd you get it?

- Oh, that's about- - Well, that's what

they paid us.

- $5,000 to bring in a few rolls of cloth from Iran.

- Yes, that's right.

- Who hired you?

- I don't know. Some Algerian merchant.

- And you don't remember his name?

- No.

- Do you realize that if you have narcotics aboard,

the French will impound your plane

and the Americans will rescind your license?

- Look, Colonel, I just told you

we don't have narcotics aboard.

- Pardon me, sir.

We found this up front in the air vent.

♪ Got my bones weary ♪

♪ If you wanna go crazy and act a clown ♪

♪ Be the laughing stock all over town ♪

♪ That's your red wagon ♪

♪ So just keep draggin' your red wagon along ♪

♪ If you stick your nose someplace it don't belong ♪

♪ Don't come to me if things go wrong ♪

♪ That's your red wagon ♪

♪ So just keep draggin' your red wagon along ♪

Rosanne.

♪ You wanna play horses and blow your dough ♪

♪ Don't you run to me if they don't show ♪

♪ That's your red wagon ♪

Hey! Hey, Gypsies. Come on over here.

- Hi, Big Al.

Sit down. Sit down.

- Hey, Al.

- Hey, how's North Africa?

- North Africa's just fine.

A scotch, s'il vous plait.

- Deux, s'il vous plait.

Paula.

What's wrong?

- You know a guy called Lee Harris?

- No.

- He never comes in here?

- No.

- I wonder if it's worth celebrating the liberation.

Sometimes I think all we did was liberate the operators.

- Al, where does Lee Harris live?

That's what war is for, ain't it?

You kill the heroes so the operators can live.

- Al, Lee Harris.

- Lee Harris never comes here.

His men do sometimes.

- Come on Al, this is your buddy talkin' now.

Can you get me his address?

- Brynie, why don't you drop it?

Lee Harris is bad news.

- Thank you. All right.

You know a guy called Pol Guilbert?

- Yeah. He comes in.

Did he come in here tonight?

- No.

- Oh, you're a mound of knowledge, Al.

All right, where's Impasse Rodin?

- Impasse Rodin, get the metro right out here.

Get off at Mon Retieux.

- What?

- Retieux.

- Retieux. Thanks, Al.

I'll always come to you when I wanna find the subway.

- Brynie, listen to me like always.

Hey!

Happy Liberation Day.

- Colonel, if you think by following us

we're gonna lead you to something theatrical

like a dope ring, you're going down the wrong road.

- I hope so.

- You hope so what?

- I looked up the war records of you and your buddy.

Very impressive.

- Believe me, it was planted.

- I hope that I'm going down the wrong road.

- I said it was planted.

- I believe you.

Otherwise you'd be in the Bastille right now.

- Well, thanks a lot for that.

When do we get our airplane back?

- You can't. The French have it.

- And what about the five Gs?

- The French have it. - French have it.

Thanks a lot, Colonel.

Hey, Mike.

Excuse me, aren't you Mrs. Harris?

- No.

No.

You mean you're not Mrs. Lee Harris?

I was under the distinct impression

that we met on a kind of grassy field this afternoon.

You were on a horse by an airplane?

The airplane was a 0-47.

I was dressed in a leather jacket.

Well then you weren't that cool, calm,

dignified vision in black on a white horse.

- No. Bonsoir, monsieur.

- Bonsoir, madame. I'm terribly sorry.

Or completely insane.

- How'd ya do?

- I couldn't be that wrong.

There's somethin' fishy in the state of Denmark.

- What do you mean by that?

- I don't know. I just do not know.

Hi, copper.

Listen, just as one good American to another,

where the hell's the metro?

- You keep turning right?

Right, then right, then right again.

- Three rights are right, huh?

- Oh, you wanna come with us, copper?

No thanks.

- The copper does not wish to come with us.

- Oh.

- Taxi!

- Wait for me at Al Poland's.

It's all right.

Why wouldn't you talk to me in there?

- Colonel Wilson was watching.

- Mrs. Harris, just exactly how

did your husband- - Right in here, please.

Why won't you sit down?

I'll tell Mr. Harris you're here.

- Thank you very much.

- So it was Pol Guilbert, huh?

I thought so.

Trouble?

- No, no, no, nothing much.

Just that hijacking job in Iran.

We discovered the leak.

I'll be right back.

Where's MacKay?

- In the drawing room.

- Oh, well give him a drink.

- All right.

- Where?

- In the wine cellar.

- Charmingly done.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Harris.

Aren't you gonna join me?

- By the way, I'm not Mrs. Harris.

- Oh no?

- No.

- You mean you're not married to him?

No.

- Good.

- Goodnight, Mr. MacKay.

- Oh, now mademoiselle,

it's just that I'm completely honest.

I see a woman like you, I just don't fight it.

I come right out and tell her.

- Tell her what?

- Tell her I can't resist her compelling beauty,

especially when she serves brandy so delightfully.

You didn't learn that from Mr. Harris.

- You enjoyed that?

- I thought that was very nice.

- Thank you.

I try to be nice to all the men who work for Mr. Harris.

- Well then please stay and talk. No, please.

I won't say one more word,

not about your compelling beauty, anyway.

- I've noticed that most men behave like little boys.

They have to have their fun,

whether the world is burning up or not.

- I don't see it burning, mademoiselle.

I just said I'm glad you're not married.

- I was in Berlin during the war, Mr. MacKay.

I cannot forget.

People are still screaming.

Every night I hear your bombs falling.

And whether I'm married or not, it was a long war.

I was only 17 when it began.

And now I have no strength or heart left.

I simply do what I have to do to keep alive.

Excuse me.

- I don't like to do it while he's praying, mate.

It's a bit dodgy, you know? I mean...

- Well, if he's led a good life, God'll welcome him.

If not, it doesn't matter.

Get rid of him.

- Hey MacKay, you like paintings?

I got a cellar full of them.

Did you know that this is a genuine Rembrandt?

- No, but I do wanna know why

you planted genuine heroin on my airplane.

- And this is a Tintoretto.

I got it from some Germans who got it from some Russians

who got it from Budapest.

- Well, that's just great.

Now just answer the question.

Oh.

My intuition tells me you're about to punch me

right in the mouth.

- Your intuition is good.

- Fooled you, didn't I?

I've gone a few rounds myself, Major.

Look, we might as well get our relationship clear, huh?

I mean, I know that you're a genuine hero.

I had you checked out.

Silver Star, British Military Cross, right?

Huh?

Well, the war is over, Major.

Now is no time for heroes.

We all gotta learn to settle down, right?

Come on, hey.

I wanna show you something. Look at this.

Look at this painting.

Goya. Goya!

And over here we have two fake Titians, but good fakes.

Oh, come on, Major.

Look, I'm gonna talk business with you,

but first I wanna show you what business can get for you.

Come on, what's the matter?

Huh? Come on.

Hey, here is another Titian. A nude.

Look at the form, the lines, the colors, the style.

Isn't she beautiful? Hmm?

That's what I love about this racket.

It gives you time to get culture, and culture takes time.

You know that no nation can get culture

if it doesn't have the time, huh?

You know what I mean?

All right boys, come on. Take off.

Come on, let's go. Go to work.

Here. All of this is what money can get for you.

It gets you great paintings, great broads,

the high class ones

that you couldn't touch otherwise.

Here, Van Dyck. And it's mine.

I own it.

I own all of this. Me!

Hey, you hear that?

That's Elena playing the dulcimer. Come on.

Aristocratic as they come.

One of the oldest families in Europe.

Come on. Come on.

Her father used to be a general.

Here, look at this.

This is a, a, Rubens.

God! A Rubens.

And this is Holbein over here.

Elena's very smart, too.

The Germans are winning,

she plays ball with a German general.

Ah, here's another Rubens.

The Russians are winning,

she plays ball with a Russian general.

Hey look, five Picassos. Five.

- Now she's playing ball with an American general, huh?

That's right. General Lee Harris.

Never thought of it.

All right, come on.

Let's cut out the bull and get down to business.

Now look, you lost your plane, you lost five grand,

and the only thing you have to your name are debts

because you tried to squeeze money from me.

Now, that doesn't pay Brynie.

It's better that we should cooperate, right?

I don't know. I'm listening.

- Okay, now I'll get your plane back for you,

I'll get your money back for you,

and you'll be all set to function,

only you have to put a French license on the plane.

- How are you gonna do that?

- I know a fat man with glasses.

He controls everything that comes in

and out of France by air.

Now with a French registered plane, nobody can touch us.

I've got everything locked up tight.

Hey, I want you to see this painting.

This is a Watteau, a Cezanne.

- Look, I'm very impressed, Sergeant.

You're doin' all right.

Sorry, sorry.

Okay, I want an exclusive deal.

$2,000 a flight, two flights a week guaranteed.

- Well what exactly are you talking about?

You mean fly cigarettes from Iran to Paris, huh?

- No, Paris to anywhere.

Cigarettes, beef, sugar, whiskey, drugs,

whatever's in demand.

Oh, by the way, I fly to Geneva once a week.

I own a small plane, a Rapide.

Your friend Mike can fly me while you lay over.

What's the matter, Major?

You don't seem to be reacting.

- You wanna do business, Mr. Harris,

I'll make you a proposition.

Huh?

- I got a $35,000 purchase option on that airplane.

- Yeah.

- You put up the money, I'll buy it,

and I'll sign it over to you.

- Yeah, go ahead.

- I'll give you 12 $3,000 notes and I'll fly 12 flights.

Each time I finish a flight, you turn back one note.

After 12 flights, I own that airplane.

- You had it all figured out, didn't you?

All right, I'll tell you what I'll do.

2,500 a flight.

- Three thou.

Take it or leave it?

- No, no, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Okay, okay.

-And only 12 flights. That's all I'm in for.

- Well, that's up to you.

- Can you guarantee me absolute protection?

- I told you, Major, I own a fat man with glasses.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, what if the fat man with glasses

loses his influence?

-Aw, Major, after four years of Nazi occupation,

this country is loaded with fat men with glasses.

- Then it's a deal.

- It's a deal.

- Oh, by the way.

Start with a clean slate?

A clean slate, right.

By the way, you fly to Stockholm day after tomorrow.

You'll like Stockholm.

You'll like the broads there.

And when you come back,

don't come to my place unless I send for you.

And never, never phone me.

Not even in an emergency.

Just go to Al Poland's and I'll send someone to contact you.

Either Elena or one of my boys.

You'll get your orders from them.

- Will you dance with me?

- Dance with you?

- Yeah, dance with me.

You see, if we don't appear very sociable,

Colonel Wilson will think we have a business relationship.

London on Wednesday.

Hey, the English are great people.

You know what they do?

They have striptease during the lunch hour.

- You know war is a good thing.

It loosens people.

- Mm. You know they have cathedrals, too.

What's left of 'em.

One time--

- Will you stop talkin' with your mouth full?

- Excuse me, Dad.

One time Brynie damn near killed himself

trying to save a cathedral. - Yeah. Uh-huh.

- We're coming down over this thing in flames, see.

- I said skip it, Michael.

-All right. Okay.

You go to Naples on Friday.

Well, what do you know? Three trips already.

You're gonna own your own plane in no time.

- Mike is very sensitive and thoughtful, isn't he?

- Sensitive and crazy.

He's a funny kid.

Once, you know, I was teaching him to fly

and he was sitting in the copilot seat.

I'm looping loops and doing barrel rolls and carrying on,

and I looked over and he was writing, he was making notes.

And finally I said, "What are you doing,

writing a book on aeronautics

and you haven't learned to fly yet?"

He said, "No."

Quite seriously, he said, "No, Brynie,

I'm writing a book on sex."

- On sex? - Sex!

It's a religious obligation.

Listen, Mike's taking Lee to Geneva tomorrow.

How about you and I go to the races?

- No, thank you.

- No? You don't like to bet on the horses?

- No.

- Why don't you like to bet on horses?

Hmm. Why don't you?

That sounds somethin' pretty serious.

- I'm a jinx.

-A jinx?

- Yeah.

- Okay. Jinx.

- When I was in Berlin during the war

I drove for a Luftwaffe general,

and in one single week,

your bombs destroy three of his cars.

That's what he said to me.

- That's what he said, huh?

- Yeah.

- What about the Russian general?

- I think he was right.

I think I've been a jinx for everyone I ever known,

most of all for me.

- Yeah, but what about the Russian general?

- What?

What Russian general?

- The Russian general after the German general.

What did he say?

- He said there was a war.

- You go to Dehibat Monday.

Pick up a load of beef.

Come on!

- Hey kid. - Yeah?

- All set.

- But you're too early.

You will arrive in Paris ahead of time.

- We'll take care of that.

What field are we supposed to be leaving from?

- Casablanca.

- What time?

- Casablanca air traffic control

will report a 13:30 departure.

- What's he saying?

- French soldiers?

- Get on! Get the engine started!

Get outta here!

Come on, get a move on.

Come on, Brynie, close those doors!

- Okay, let it go.

I'll take it now.

- Go!

- Oh no, man. We're not gonna make it.

- We're gonna make it. Get your hand away.

We're not gonna make it!

- I gotta make it!

You all right?

- Yeah, I'm all right.

And this is the operation you said was so safe, huh?

- That's right.

We'll dump that beef when we get over the ocean.

- Just as Lee Harris said, field's locked up tight.

He's beautiful.

- Welcome home.

You had a little trouble at Dehibat.

- Dehibat? We weren't at Dehibat.

- We were in Casablanca, Colonel.

- Were you now?

- That can be verified.

Colonel, I'll radio Orly from the car.

- You know that these two men are genuine heroes, Inspector?

Veterans of the Eighth Air Force.

Mr. MacKay won the Silver Star

and the British Military Cross.

You're a Grade A number one hero, MacKay.

- The war's over, Colonel.

The heroes are all dead.

- The heroes are all dead, huh?

He's modest, too, Inspector,

One time he risked his life

to pull his buddy here from his burning bomber.

Isn't that right, MacKay?

Greater love hath no man than this

than he lay down his life for his friend.

Isn't that the way it goes?

Well, what broke the window?

- Oh, that was air pressure, we think.

- Oh. How about birds?

- It coulda been birds.

- You two are pretty clever, aren't you?

You're thinking that Shaeffer'll be back in a moment

saying that the flight plan is verified

for a Casablanca takeoff.

I know all that, you idiots.

That's the only reason I'm here today.

So that you'll know I do know.

- Colonel?

Orly control confirms Casablanca departure 13:30.

- Well? Okay, the gloves are off.

When you see Lee Harris,

ask him to explain why he renounced

his American citizenship.

Ask him to tell you about that, what that means.

The Americans can't touch him,

and the French have their hands tied.

But tell him for me that, by God, I'm going to get him.

And I'll get you, too.

Elena?

- In here!

- Forget about getting dressed.

- Why? I thought we were going to Maxim's.

- No, no. I have to go to Geneva.

- Now?

- Uh-huh. It's very important.

They're up in arms.

Somebody goofed.

Tell me something.

You think that Brynie's loose-lipped?

- What is loose-lipped?

- Does he talk too much?

Why? What did you think I meant?

Does he kiss good?

How does he dance? Real close?

- Don't be childish.

I've never danced with him,

except when you send me to give him orders.

- Why are you still getting dressed

since we're not going out?

- I'm getting dressed to go downstairs to play the piano.

- Uh-huh. Okay, I'll buy that.

Yeah?

- MacKay sent word. He has to see you.

- MacKay wants to see me? What for?

What do I care if he saw?

Pay him off. That'll cheer him up.

Well, so what if the trip was rough?

Pay him double.

Oh, and tell his buddy Mike that he's flying me to Geneva.

I'll meet him at the airport.

What?

- Has it ever occurred to you

that maybe MacKay tipped off Wilson?

- No, no, no, no, no.

MacKay was an officer and a gentleman.

He wouldn't do a thing like that.

Besides, he likes his loot and good times too much.

But check him out anyway.

I'd hate to see him have an accident like Paul Guilbert.

- What happened to Pol Guilbert?

- I have a present for you.

- What happened to Pol Guilbert?

- He was killed.

- Your men?

- Who knows, honey.

Thanks to the war, every crook in Europe

is running around with a submachine gun.

Day and night there are killings.

It's even worse than Chicago.

They try to take over Marseilles,

and now they're trying to take over Paris.

That's why I have to go to Geneva,

straighten all of this out.

Well now, what's the matter with you?

Aren't you interested in the present that I bought you, huh?

Oh.

- I was going to give it to you tonight at dinner.

C'est extraordinaire.

- Extraordinaire?

Honey, that's some hunk of rock.

Do you know that it belonged to the Czar of Russia?

He gave it to the Czarina.

The Czarina gave it to Rasputin,

and I got it from the son of a grand duke

who had an affair with a duchess,

who had an affair with Rasputin.

- It's very lovely. Thank you.

- Well, put it on.

- It's marvelous of you.

- Can I ask you something?

I got you outta Berlin, got your phony papers,

I saved you from five years of barbed wire

and eating garbage.

And right now it's costing me a thousand dollars a month

to pay the French authorities to keep from sending you back.

Now, my question is, if I were a poor man,

would you be here?

- No, Lee.

- That's what I love about you.

Straight down the line.

Straight down the line.

I love you, Elena.

I want you to know that.

Just wait till I come back. Things will change.

We'll get married, all right?

What do you say? Huh?

Au revoir.

-Au revoir, Lee.

- By the way, while I'm gone,

I'd like you to think about this.

Smart girls stay with the winners.

- What happens to the losers?

- They lose.

♪ Baby won't you please come home ♪

♪ 'Cause your mama's all alone ♪

♪ I have tried in vain ♪

♪ Never no more to call your name ♪

♪ When you left you broke my heart ♪

♪ Because I never thought we'd part ♪

♪ Every hour in the day ♪

♪ You hear me say ♪

♪ Baby, won't you please come home ♪

- Hey, old buddy, let me call you a taxi, huh?

- Baby, I need the exercise.

Oh, well, for goodness sake.

What are you doing here?

He sent you to spy on me.

Huh?

Well then what?

You wanna come to my apartment?

- No, I just want to walk.

Hey, you know something, it's a big apartment.

We can walk around the bed till we get tired.

I came to tell you to get out.

- Honey, are you kiddin'?

I'm doing great.

Four more trips, I own my airplane.

You'll own it, Brynie, but it will own you.

If you don't get out soon, you'll never get out.

- I'll tell you what, it's a big bed and it's a big mirror.

Hey, what do you say to Oriental rugs?

- Don't you understand?

You're wrong to be in this. I'm serious.

- I'm serious, too.

So let's go home, we'll sit on the bed,

we'll look in the mirror, and think how wrong we both are.

'Cause if Lee makes me

a wrongy, he kinda makes you - You don't know

- a wrongy, too, doesn't he? - what's going on.

It's dangerous for you!

Killings every day just for being one of Lee's men.

- Oh, big deal. - You can be shot down

any minute. - Big strong Lee.

If he doesn't get me, someone else will, is that it?

- I'm scared for you, Brynie.

- I'm scared too, baby.

So let's go home.

You can hold me tight and I won't be scared anymore.

Elena.

- I came to warn you

because I thought there was something different about you.

But all you want to do

is make naughty little boy passes at me.

I don't need that.

I had that all my life!

- What exactly do you need, Elena?

- I hoped when I came to you in all seriousness

that you would respond in all seriousness.

- I've never been more serious about anyone in my life.

- All right!

Then take my advice, and you and Mike get out while you can.

- Elena.

Please look, I'm sorry.

I really apologize.

I didn't mean all that nonsense back there.

Just, let's have a drink.

Let's go back to Al Poland's and have a drink.

- No. It's dangerous.

- For who, you or me?

- Both.

Certainly Lee has your apartment watched-

- I don't care about that!

Do you mean we can't even have a drink together?

- No, not alone like this.

Oh boy.

Well, I'm terribly sorry to have been so unfair.

You're absolutely right.

My business relationship with Lee is delicate

and I shouldn't jeopardize things.

And it's a staggering assumption on my part

that you should jeopardize your business relationship

with Lee, isn't it?

- Please go now.

- Oh, Elena, for God's sake.

Look, I can't go on a...

- No, no, no. No, please.

- Goodnight, Elena.

- It's late.

We had this place just outside Prague.

I thought you were German.

No, I'm Czechoslovakian mainly,

but there is an Austrian branch, a French branch,

an English branch.

My father was from the Venetian branch.

- My family's got different branches, too.

We've got a Detroit branch and a Cedar Rapids branch

and a Kalamazoo branch.

Brynie, I'm not being snobbish.

I'm just telling you.

I had three brothers.

Our father taught us Latin and Greek.

And he hated cities.

We always lived in the mountains.

He was funny and old-fashioned.

He thought sin come from cities.

I remember when I was 16,

we were all so silly and loved fun and were selfish.

And Papa made us ask ourselves, what is life?

Why are we here?

What can we do worthwhile before death?

He really inspired my brothers.

- Did they do something worthwhile?

- They worked in the Resistance.

- Where are they now?

- When the Germans took over, they shot them.

I know what you're thinking.

- What am I thinking?

- Why didn't they shoot me with the German general?

Why the Russian general?

- Yes, I guess so.

And why Lee Harris?

Are you judging me?

- I'm judging us both.

No, maybe I am judging you more than me.

It just doesn't seem as bad when a man pedals himself.

- I've judged myself more than you ever can.

Things just start,

and then they go on.

A roof, half bombed away, cold room.

Always cold.

Roof always leaking, garbage to eat.

20 hours a day working in a hospital

with so many dying that I died, too.

- Sure I'm dead. I like it.

I'm sure we're both dead.

Sometimes a good thing, you know.

Stops your hair going gray, lets you sleep nights.

But such a beautiful back.

They got grapes all on top of the wall.

Wonder how much wine they made.

- When I did what I did, I was so dead it didn't seem bad.

- When can we be together again?

- We are not ever going to be together again.

Ever?

Never.

- Hello, sweetheart.

- How was Geneva?

- Pretty rough.

- Sorry.

Hello, Mike.

- Hello, Elena.

- Have fun?

How was the piano?

- The piano?

- Yeah, when I left you said

you were going to spend the evening playing the piano.

- I went for a walk.

- Oh?

Pierre phoned me and told me you hadn't been home all night.

I drove to Chartres.

Chartres? Why Chartres?

- I just felt like it.

- Uh-huh. Have you seen Brynie?

No.

- Well, I'm afraid you won't be seeing him for a while.

I'm sending him and Mike to Cairo

as soon as I get a phone call.

Mike, you and Brynie wait at Al Poland's.

I'll send you word.

- Okay, Lee.

- And do you know what she said?

- What?

- She said, "Never."

And I said, "Never?"

And she said, "Never, never, never."

I "Nev er!

Well, I'm gonna tell you something.

The only one who can say never is God.

Up the stairs.

Romeo and Juliet.

- Oh, Shakespeare.

- Anytime you want to unload the garbage,

I'd like to tell you what happened in Geneva.

- What happened in Geneva?

- I don't know, but apparently Lee's in some sorta trouble.

We're picking up a load of penicillin.

He's gotta pay $250,000 cash so he's go along with us

'cause he doesn't trust anyone.

- What an enormous deal.

Where are we gonna land, cheri?

- Nemours, south of Paris.

An abandoned Ninth Air Force strip.

Lee gets off with the loot,

we continue on to Paris, land at Villacoublay,

a routine flight.

Marvelous idea.

Quoi?

- Will you be my Villacoublay?

'Cause I wanna make a landing.

After a routine- - Hey!

Will you pay attention to me?

I've got problems for crying out loud, Brynie.

- I got problems.

Why do you think I'm crying out loud for crying out loud?

- Next we go to Cairo, where we're gonna pick up...

- Gentlemen.

- Listen, next we go to Cairo

where we're gonna pick up $250,000, Nazi counterfeit money.

- So where's your problem?

- Oh, no problem.

Now, once we pick up the counterfeit money,

we report to an Egyptian coffee house

along the Alexandrian waterfront

where in the back room we will be shot dead,

covered with carbolic acid,

and then dropped through a trap door into the sea.

- He's a smart kid. He's got it all worked out.

- Yeah, I got it all worked out.

I got it worked out that you and I are quitting now.

Pronto, instantanto.

And please, don't bother to gimme that routine

that we need four more flights

so we can own the airplane.

- Michael, kiddo, chubby cheeks.

We need four more flights to own the airplane.

- I'm out.

- You're not out.

- I'm out, Brynie.

- You're not out.

- Listen, I'm quitting for your own good, buddy.

You don't seem to- - Do me a favor, kid,

let me decide my own good.

- Excusez-moi.

- Hi, gypsy. What do you say?

- Join me for a drink, Mike.

- No thanks, Colonel.

- By the way, did you ever know Paul Guilbert?

They found his body this morning in the Bois.

Very clean, professional job.

Three stomach, heart, head.

Curious in Europe.

Must come from the French sense of order.

Every gangland killing has three

stomach, heart, head.

- What the hell's the matter with you?

Hey, kid.

Come on, come on. Get with it.

- Oh yeah, I'm trying to get the Lyons range.

- Hey, come on, fellas.

We've only got a quarter of a million dollars

worth of penicillin back there.

So do me a favor, huh?

Let's not land at the wrong airfield.

Huh? I'm gonna take a nap.

- One hour, Lee.

Incidentally, Brynie,

there might be a little trouble when we put down at Nemours.

- How's that?

- Colonel Wilson's gonna be waiting.

- What do you mean?

- I had a long talk with him at Al Poland's.

He offered us everything,

a clean bill of goods if we turn Lee-

- You stupid jerk.

- Brynie, I did it for you.

- Ya damn fool!

- He's gonna give us protection.

- How the hell can he give us protection?

- What is wrong with you?

Can't you see how dirty this thing

is getting? - How do you got protection

from a man like Harris?

And we lose this airplane.

- The airplane? To hell with the airplane.

What difference does that make?

Let's quit.

- Disengage the autopilot.

- What's the idea?

- Crash landing.

I won't come in at Nemours.

Make him think we got engine trouble.

- Aw, for cryin' out loud.

Haven't you got any principles left?

- Number one throttle off.

- You damn mercenary.

You'd do anything for a buck, - Number one throttle off.

- wouldn't ya? - Mixture off.

Tank off. Boost off.

- Hey, is that what we went

through the war for, huh? - Hit the button.

- So nothin' means nothin' to nobody, huh?

- Feather it!

- You feather it!

- Okay, take over.

Hello, Lyons approach control.

This is NC 45347 North African Air Freight.

We are 60 miles south of your station.

Request emergency straight in approach.

Roger NC 45347.

What is the nature of your emergency?

- What happened to that engine?

- We lost our oil pressure.

Our number one engine is inoperative.

NC 45347, you are cleared

to straight in approach.

Please contact Brown Tower 123.5 kilocycles.

- Roger, Lyons, thank you.

- Start that engine.

- We might blow a jug, we might even crack the mounting.

- I just wanna see if it'll start.

Unfeather it, Mike.

I said unfeather it, Mike.

- It's too risky.

- Do it. Do it!

- Uh-huh. Just as I thought.

All right, fellas, what were the plans, huh?

A little hijacking on the side, huh?

Or is Colonel Wilson waiting, huh?

All right, start talking.

Somebody's gonna get a bullet in the back.

Come on, come on, who wants to save his pal?

- Brynie!

- Mike?

Mike?

Mike?

Oh, kid.

Oh.

I didn't care about the money.

Who the hell wants an airplane?

Kid?

Oh.

- Hello? Colonel Wilson?

Yeah.

- This is Brynie MacKay.

That load you're expecting to pick up in Nemours

you can find in a field a few miles north,

just off Route Nationale 34.

And you can also find the body of Mike Brewer.

His parents,

his parents live in Weathersfield, Connecticut.

- Thank you, Brynie.

We've already picked up the load

and I've cabled Mike's parents.

Oh, all right.

- When can we pick you up?

You might as well stop running.

We'll get you eventually.

- Did you get Lee Harris?

- Was he on the plane?

- Who do you think shot Mike in the back of the head? Me?

- Now there was no sign of Harris when our men got there.

MacKay, are you coming in?

- You didn't get Harris he's after me right now.

- You give yourself up and I'll protect you.

- I'm not the only one I'm worried about.

There's someone else. I got unfinished business.

- MacKay!

We'll make things easy for you.

Just give us the information about Harris.

Tell us where he is and we'll take care of you.

- You mean you take care of the body?

I can take care of that myself.

- MacKay, where can I find you?

- I gotta go.

- You hear that music? He's calling from Al Poland's.

- Yep.

Sergeant? Shaeffer.

I want you to get me four cars with four men each

to Al Poland's right away. - Hold it. Hold it.

Hang on.

- Why pick him up?

Do we get Lee Harris that way?

The thing for us to do is to tail Brynie.

Hmm? Use him as bait.

There's all the information for the passport.

That's her real name.

- Yeah, but what are you saying old buddy?

You can't wait for this. - I don't care

what nationality you get either, Al.

- I say you can't wait for the woman.

You gotta run.

- Look, I don't care.

Just so long as she can get outta here

without being picked up.

- It's gonna take a week

at least. - What?

Now, you don't wanna be

on the firing line for a week, do ya?

-Al, please. Three days.

I'll pay them twice as much.

- Okay, three days.

- Thanks, buddy.

Now listen, I called her.

She's coming here.

Will you bring her to the office as soon as she arrives?

♪ Get on your feet again ♪

♪ Everybody is your long lost friend ♪

♪ It's mighty strange without a doubt ♪

♪ Nobody can use you when you're down and out ♪

♪ I mean when you're down and out ♪

- I had to see you.

Look, something's happened.

This morning Lee killed Mike.

- Mike!

- Now look, it's over.

I want you to come away with me.

- But what happened?

- It's happened.

We mustn't talk about it. Just go with me.

- Where?

- Anywhere. Just come away.

Elena?

- I have no papers.

He could have me picked up.

- Al Poland's getting you a passport.

- No, I can't risk it.

I can't risk it for you.

Lee would find us.

He would find us anywhere in the world.

- Don't let yourself think about it.

Just go with me.

- No, it's too late. I can't.

- You remember in the hotel

you said you've lived your whole life half dead.

Here's our chance to live. Let's take it.

- I've got to go.

- Didn't the other night mean anything to you?

- Of course it did.

- Well then let's go.

You've got to realize how wrong we've been.

Do you know that that kid knew, and the kid's dead?

But do you know, for the first time,

I know what he was talking about.

His words mean something to me!

He said life was so precious

and that you and I were so wrong to spend it dead!

Elena, for the first time in my life,

I realized that someone is more important to me than me.

- No. No.

It's been. It's too late.

- Elena, please.

I'll wait for you tonight at Le Splendid.

- I won't come.

I can't come.

I can't.

- Put that one on the lorry for Lyons, all right?

Hey you, down there.

Get a move on, will ya?

That one, lorry for the airport.

And take care of it.

It's more than your life's worth if you lose it, all right?

- What's going on?

- Slight reorganization, madam.

We're gonna make our headquarters in Switzerland.

- Where is Mr. Harris? - Hey, move it.

He's on the terrace, madam.

- She said she wouldn't go with me.

- Well, let's go then.

That's plain old ordinary logic.

We don't want a bullet in the back of your head, do we, huh?

Hey. Gypsy.

- Yeah.

- There are other women.

- Yeah, I guess so.

- Number one calls, you run, that's all.

- You're right.

- Elena, where have you been?

We've been lookin' all over for you.

Come, let's have a glass of wine.

Enjoy this beautiful view before we leave.

What's this about Switzerland?

- You know, I'm so happy to see you?

For a while there I thought I'd never see you again.

- What happened?

- Oh, we had an accident.

The plane crashed and I was knocked unconscious.

- Brynie and Mike all right?

Brynie? Your friend Brynie?

He panicked and ran.

When I woke up, I found Mike in a pool of blood.

- Dead? - Yeah.

You know when I saw him lying there,

it made me realize how great it is to be alive.

Come on, sit down.

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna retire.

I've got over a a million dollars

stashed away in Switzerland.

You know, you look so beautiful, I could cry?

Elena, look how nice the sun shines through the wine.

- Yes.

- We'll get married in Geneva, honeymoon in Africa,

and then we'll live, any place you wanna live

for the rest of our lives.

As long as it's a good place to raise children

because I want children, huh?

Hey, it's getting late.

- I'm sure we're both dead.

- We've got a lot of packing to do.

I've gotta go to the airport in a truck

'cause I don't wanna be seen.

Now you take a cab.

Wait for me there.

- Okay.

- Brynie?

- Do you hear that?

The clock stopped ticking.

Can't stay here, you know.

Gonna borrow a plane and fly to Iran.

- But my passport.

- Doesn't matter.

I'll call Al Poland. He'll air mail the passport.

It'll be there almost as soon as we are.

We'll be on our way to the States

before Lee can track us down.

Monsieur!

Monsieur Brynie! Monsieur Brynie!

- Monsieur Brynie! - Monsieur! Monsieur Brynie!

Don't worry, the passport'll come.

Come on.

I don't know Why I didn't kill him.

I was going to.

And then in a split second, I thought,

"Oh my God, the millions killed during the war.

Don't kill one more."

Don't think if I saw him even now, I could kill him.

- Where was Mike's home?

- Weathersfield, Connecticut.

He always wanted me to teach.

He was the greatest kid I ever knew.

- He seemed to have an amazing quality.

Just taking everything that was in life.

Good, bad, joy, sorrow, and loving it.

- He loved everything.

Didn't exactly love bad, but he always said,

you gotta be just a little bit bad

to be really, really good.

Funny kid.

He had his own kind of religion.

He had a funny way of...

Here you go.

- Thank you.

- Yay!

-Ahmed.

- Merci, monsieur!

Ali.

- Bashir.

Merci, monsieur.

- Do you think you could settle in a little dump

in Northern Michigan, marry a school teacher?

Mustafa.

- Is that what you want to be?

- Hassan? - Okay. Hot damn.

- I think for the first time in my life,

I really know what I want.

I want you.

And I wanna teach.

I wanna teach teenage kids history.

I believe in teenagers.

I think a kid 14 can see as clearly as a man 40.

Sometimes more clearly.

- I love you.

- Heil Hitler.

Monsieur Brynie! Monsieur Brynie!

Monsieur Brynie!

- Heil Hitler!

- What's going on?

- It's Lee, he's here, and the German who works for him.

- I knew he'd be here.

- Now listen, I want you to just walk along the beach.

Walk along the beach with the kids and look at the ocean

and don't worry about anything.

I'll catch up as soon as I can.

- You don't have to do that.

We can just both go.

-And keep running?

Darling, I wanna teach history,

not be hunted for the rest of our lives.

-All right, let's be hunted. Who cares?

As long as we're alive.

Oh, Brynie.

If I lost you, it will be the end,

the end of a stupid, stupid,

meaningless- - Shh.

Go down the beach.

Brynie!

- Those are her suitcases and that's her swimsuit.

The bitch.

Come on.

They're probably down at the beach. Gimme that.

- Lee.

Drop it.

I said drop it!

- Hans.

- Hans!

Mike! Mike!

For killin' Mike.

Mike! Mike!

Mike! - Stop it.

- Mike! - Stop it!

- Mike!

- Okay, Colonel, I've stopped running.

Let's get it over with.

- Better take a look at that other one over there.

Do you have the information for me?

- Everything, every contact I ever made.

Gonna give you everything?

London, Lisbon, everything.

- Are you going to turn Harris over to me?

- What?

- I had a deal with Mike.

Give me the information and turn Lee Harris over

and I wouldn't press charges.

Of course, that was with the vice president.

Maybe the president doesn't wanna go along with that.

- No, no, no. No, that's a good deal.

- Then are you prepared to tell me where Lee Harris is?

- Yes, sir.

He's about six inches off your right foot.

- Oh, so he is.

Monsieur Brynie!

Monsieur Brynie! Monsieur Brynie!

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