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Can you believe it? I threw a single everything, a double everything, a

everything. I get two bulls and then my very last dart misses.

Oh well, darling.

Only Allah is perfect.

That's what I said. Did you hear me say that?

You? I got water in my ears.

You lost a dart.

Oh well, how many lengths?

Twelve. It's clocking.

What do you think, I want to slab a mutton fat?

You get what you got.

You'd be satisfied.

I am.

Marrying me is the best thing I ever did.

Well, there was room for improvement, wasn't there, darling?

We agreed, no raking up the past. I'm a reformed character, okay?

So you've been up now?

Sure, Grant.

Only sometimes, somehow, something tells me it can't last.

Not because of me, you understand.

Maybe it's just time to move on.

I don't know.

Call it a six, then.

You know about these things.

You're the one with the intuition.

With due respect, you're going to ruin the sofa with that wet suit.

Well, you could take it off.

My tea would get cold.

Go on.

Be a sport.

For the sake of the furniture.

Ah, well.

Don't worry, it's a friend for Hussein.

Go on.

Maybe not.

Oh, you are spooked today.

Could be, could be.

Chief Inspector Aziz, sir.

Hi.

Mr. Stephen Baker, U .S. citizen.

Come on, Aziz. We met the other day. We played golf at the same club. What's

with this Mr. Baker?

Steve, okay? You'll come with us at once, please, Mr. Baker.

Why? For questioning.

On what charge?

You'll be informed in due course.

Don't go, Steve. You've got to say what charge.

We don't want any trouble, Mr. Baker.

Now hold on.

Are you arresting me?

No.

They always say that. Don't go, Steve.

You're within your rights not to go. My wife's right. I'd like some answers.

You'll get them at the headquarters.

Now. I want an explanation now.

Come on.

Best to cooperate with the police.

Be careful, Steve.

I better go.

Don't worry. I've taught myself I have worse things than this.

Call the consulate. Tell them, okay?

I'm going voluntarily.

Is that understood?

Very sensible, Mr. Baker.

Hey, wait. No.

Wait a minute.

You can't do this.

I'm a U .S. citizen.

Sayid, please call me.

Soroya.

It is so very urgent. Please, I know you can help.

Bye.

Please call me.

Goodbye.

Oh, hello. This is Mrs. Baker. I called earlier this afternoon.

Yes. Has the consul returned to his office yet?

He hasn't.

But isn't there a duty officer or someone surely that I could speak to?

Oh, I see.

Well, could I call later this evening?

Oh, I see.

No, tomorrow could be too late.

Goodbye.

I demand to call the U .S. consulate.

You may come out, Mr. Baker.

Don't tell me.

You made a mistake, right? You're looking for somebody else?

You're a bastard, Aziz.

We regret the accommodation.

Help me with your inquiries, huh? Just a few questions.

You dumped me here for over eight hours.

Except on midnight.

The flight was delayed by an alert in Athens, I'm told.

Flight?

Whose flight?

Why can't you tell me anything?

Did you call the consulate?

The consulate was not available.

Then I want a lawyer. There's a guy you can call even at this time. Not

necessary, Mr. Baker. To me it is.

You can't hold me here without a charge.

This isn't in my hands.

What do you mean?

Then whose?

I've had instructions.

The delay is outside of our control.

Now come along You

can

go to bed now

I called you and called you. I must have used up all the cassette on your answer

machine. Yes, I'm sorry, but you're the only person that I can turn to for help.

Please, Zaid, please, you must help us.

But that's all in the past, Zaid.

It's been six years since we broke up and you have everything, even the

of Fyde.

How is he?

They've taken Steve, Zaid, the police.

No, he's completely... reformed now oh please I please help

I know I'm sorry it's late but

yes

right if you wish right

You're Mr.

Baker, gentlemen.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Detective Superintendent Burke, and this is my colleague, Detective

Inspector... British.

New Scotland Yard, criminal investigator.

So?

You don't need me, gentlemen.

Thank you very much, sir.

Thank you.

Sorry about the fan.

It broke last week.

I thought Arabian nights were meant to be chilly.

Is that a joke?

We've cleared the formalities of both ends, here in Al Had and in London.

But you're British.

I'm American.

Oh, that's all been taken care of.

So let's start talking about June the 4th, four years ago, London.

I want a lawyer.

You tell that jackass his ears, I want a lawyer. You'll get legal

representation, Mr Baker, when we get back to London.

Oh, no.

You see, you don't have an extradition treaty.

We'll go hard.

We have now.

It was signed last week during the Sultan's visit to the UK.

Part of a deal for our sending militant fighters.

So, let's see if we can get us some food, then. I'm sure Mr Baker's bound to

thirsty once we start talking.

Sure.

Can we have three cups of tea?

Three tea? Yeah, yeah, with milk.

Good night.

I can't pretend I was overjoyed then, nor am I now.

You seem to forget that you divorced me, Zaid.

And for no reason at all, as far as I could see. But then for you to marry an

American.

You'd left me.

I was alone, isolated, marooned in London. I provided for you a luxurious

apartment, a generous allowance. Not all ex -wives are so indulged, you know.

So, your American is in trouble again, hmm?

I'm sure you could do something to help.

Oh, you have a very touching faith in me.

Stop teasing me, Zeit!

I'm a realist.

Things have changed here, you know.

How?

For one thing, the Sultan and I have had our differences.

What do you mean?

He no longer listens to my every word.

Just every other one.

All I'm asking you to do is to find out why they have arrested Steve and get him

out on bail if necessary.

Surely you can manage that.

This is Al -Had.

A suspect has no right to bail.

But he hasn't done anything!

He's put his old life behind him.

Maybe so, but has his old life renounced him?

Please, Zaid.

They could be ill -treating, Steve.

They could be... You know what Aziz's reputation is.

Aziz is in dealing with this.

Your husband is being extradited.

Extradited? Mm -hmm.

Where to?

The United States?

No, the UK.

Why? To face trial.

You have only yourself to blame, Soraya.

What are you talking about?

You shouldn't have married a criminal.

Oh, I know he likes to give the impression he is a gentleman of crime.

Who's that English character?

Raffles?

So debonair, with such clever fingers.

Your husband, my dear, is no Raffles.

He's a thief on the run.

When New York grew too hot for him, he switched to London. And when he cracked

one safe too many there, oh, he was only too glad to come and hide here with

you.

No.

I'm insulted.

Marrying a man like that reflects on me.

His presence here is intolerable.

So what do you think as you fix this?

You've arranged for Steve's extradition.

That's right.

The Sultan did listen to my advice about an extradition treaty. Al -Had and

Great Britain.

An old school friend of mine is in the home office. But I won't bore you with

the details.

Let's just say I got the whole thing expedited.

Days instead of weeks.

So you were the last person I should have come to for help.

Yes.

I'm afraid so.

Your husband is flying back to London.

Oh, this morning.

Oh, in that case, I must go with him. I will need an exit visa.

I shouldn't bother to apply, my dear.

Not hard for an exit visa.

Did you never see those notices in certain English shops?

Please do not ask for credit for a refusal of an offence.

Oh, you fixed that too?

Yes.

Just to hurt me.

Is that why you've done it?

It was I who was hurt.

Oh, this is terrible.

No.

It is just...

This man asked for certain other crimes to be taken into account.

That's right. That's when he gave us the full details of the crime you were

involved in. You do remember him, of course. Never heard of him. All right,

remind you.

He was the guy who supplied the getaway cars.

He runs a garage in the East End. You must remember him. He used to service

car. If you say so.

And this is all you got on me. Oh, we do have another witness.

Oh. A woman.

Her evidence backs up the man.

Yeah, typical of you to mix business with pleasure there, Mr. Baker.

That's what they told us in New York. You can't leave the ladies alone, can

Maybe in my younger days, my more vulnerable days.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Quote. Stop Fitzgerald.

But who's counting?

The two witnesses confirmed that you're involved in the Madison Grant bank raid.

One will state you're the cracksman on the job, and the other, the woman, she

will testify that you boasted to her that you'd suddenly got rich.

All this is circumstantial hearsay.

Under British law... Yes, yes, yes. We do know about British law. Then you need

to have something else. That's right, and we have. We've got something no

been able to get before.

Yeah, what's that?

A set of fingerprints.

You should have never come back.

Better to have stayed in the UK with him.

Zane, please don't go.

You won't make me change my mind.

Couldn't I?

I doubt it.

But I could try.

I used to know how to please you.

That's all over.

Is it?

Really?

Is this what you would call caring for your husband?

Steve would understand.

And after all, you were my husband too.

Do you still want me?

Not so much anymore.

I should never have suggested it.

It's the gold.

He spied for me.

I was joking.

And if... If we... He will help.

Steve, won't you? Shh.

Let's just find out if you can make me see things differently.

Promise? What are they?

Promises?

Please.

You've lost weight.

It's a pity.

Another confession to ask on values?

Please say you'll help Steve.

Not if you mention his name again.

Thank you.

He's saying that a confession followed by a guilty plea would reduce

my sentence from seven years to four.

Something along those lines. A security guard goes shot, remember?

I've never had anything to do with gun -happy people. Oh, you keep your hands

clean, do you?

Violence isn't my style.

You should play that card when you come here to court. It could do you some

good. You know, violent crime is on the up and bring.

All the media are going to love you.

They tend to like cracksmen. See you as the craftsman of crime.

But we don't.

I don't.

To me, Baker, you're a thieving villain.

International trash.

You guys got a funny way of making a deal.

Deal? It's just good sense. Well, work it out for yourself.

Look, Baker, with remission, you could be out in 32 months.

Dig out your million, wherever you stashed it.

Yeah, and by that time, the insurance company's paid back the bank, and

everybody's happy. Oh, I'm not. I want to see people like you pay back the

they stole in full.

You know your problem, Superintendent?

You're a moralist.

I'd say you got yourself in the wrong job.

Look, stop wasting time.

We've got your fingerprints, remember?

And what makes you so sure they're mine? Oh, come on, biker. If, if I had done

that job, I probably would have worn gloves.

Surgical gloves or silk gloves. I mean, the finest possible.

That's all I imagine. It's a matter of touch.

To feel the slightest response, the least vibration.

But that time you took your gloves off.

Ah, well, if I had, I probably would have wiped them clean.

That's what you thought.

You can't be sure, can you?

You're very confident, aren't you?

Let's face it, Baker. We've got you.

You bastard! You bastard!

I warned you. You promised.

No, it was conditional.

Oh, but surely I thought... Oh, no.

Yes. I did please you.

You weren't... faking it. No, you were.

And that was your problem.

Admit it.

No, don't touch me!

I don't like it when people cheat me, Soraya. I tried.

Yes, another insult.

Oh, don't you understand? It was for Steve.

I was desperate. I did my best.

It wasn't enough. I'm sorry.

I want to stay four years.

You're in the port of London.

I haven't said anything, have I?

I'm beginning to lose patience, Mr. Baker. Now, if you want to serve seven

or more, you can. I will do my best to get you ten.

Where's Jane?

You're still married?

Yes. To an Arab? Yes.

It's true what they say, isn't it?

She's my wife, you bastard. Oh, you love her, do you?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

Well, she's going to miss you.

Because ten years is a long time.

She knows, does she, about your past?

What past?

Perhaps you haven't told her.

Well, you should bring her in then, sir. Just leave her out of it. Then give us

a statement. We have all the evidence that we need. The fingerprints of your

right head. Do yourself a favour.

For her sake.

You win some, you lose some.

Sorry, Saeed.

Please stay with me.

This time I won't pretend.

You're such a man, Saeed.

Such a man.

It was a charity ball.

My wife and I just moved here.

They came from all over.

Riyadh, Kuwait, Dubai, Monte Carlo.

There was more glitz on offer than King Solomon's mines.

And you got tempted.

Afraid so.

Must have been the child in me.

Once a thief. Only the once.

See, I got caught.

Red -handed.

What's so funny about that?

You're okay.

It hangs on a...

Instead of prints of my right hand.

Well, this is an Arab state.

And under Islamic law, you see.

They carry off.

It wasn't easy learning how to use this.

You better face it, gentlemen.

You've got no case.

Sorry you had to wait the trip, but Soraya and I are absolutely safe here.

You can't touch me.