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Dead on time.

Quarter.

Passing through customs now.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Subject moving across main passenger lounge.

I've watched her all the way from Bermuda. She's all yours, Abram.

Market Story Car Park. Marksman.

All right, now will you tell me what this is all about?

I was told to meet you off the flight from Bermuda. Yes, yes, by my guardian,

George Dixon. That much I know.

That's it.

He said maximum security obviously was right.

So you're hired to protect me, is that it?

That's it.

Whether I like it or not?

Well, get to like it, lady. You may not want protection, but nobody's going to

tell me you don't need it.

name, George. I do not like having people hired over my head. Christy,

got to be realistic about this. Mr. Rule will tell you. Is that what you'll tell

me, Mr. Rule?

Why not?

You were the only witness to a killing. Yes, a man has been held for trial on my

evidence. So that's the vessel.

You know him? High reputation, yeah. Look, how can he be dangerous? He's in

custody. Look, we just saved your life, baby, and a friend of mine got shot

helping us. Does that answer your question?

What happened?

There was a guy at the airport with a rifle.

I wish you'd stayed in Bermuda, Christy. What, and missed the trial?

Well, it's better than something happening to you.

Where did you see this killing? Of all places, in one of my clubs.

She doesn't realise the Sasha Bessons of this world, they're killers.

Go back to Bermuda, Christy. Forget all about the trial.

It's too late, George. I'm giving evidence.

I've got to see a man like Besson remain free to do it again.

Well, then accept the help of people who are trained to protect you.

After all that's happened, it's no more than common sense.

All right, until the trial, then.

What will you do?

Hide me away somewhere.

Yeah, somewhere.

I won't tell anyone.

Not even you.

Isn't it just possible that we're being followed?

It's possible.

But to assume it's certain.

I don't know this part of Paris. Where are we now?

Well, I never really paced it out, but I would guess that we're about 50 yards

from where we started.

Hi. Hi.

I see this barbarian didn't give you a drink yet.

What will it be?

Scotch, please.

Scotch, right.

By the way, why don't you take a look at the bedroom? See if I've forgotten

anything.

If we're going to be alone together for three days, we may as well be

comfortable.

You have to hype up your Gallic charm a little more. She's a strong bird.

Can you think of the man, the guy who shot Carter?

He was dead when I reached him.

Anything in the pockets?

Uh -uh.

But the car was interesting.

The body had recently been given a lining of nylon mesh.

Bullet. A 50 -50 protection against a low -caliber weapon, maybe.

When the garage had installed it, it must know something. That's what I

So I concentrated on the car.

This was under the dash.

A receipt for work done.

How much? Not this job. A few francs only. But date stamped, Anatole Martin,

Garagis, 10th arrondissement.

Have you no respect for private property?

Depends on whose property.

The owner could call the police.

Anatole Martin, I checked his record.

He'd find having the cops around here about as funny as an open grave.

Harry?

I think I found something.

What is it, Christy?

Three days of this.

I've got better things to do with my life.

Yeah, haven't we all?

Why don't you get an early night, huh?

Now that sounds like the best idea yet.

It's the best I can do.

These are all you've got. I don't mind sharing.

Get a good night's sleep, Christy.

And no matter how hot it gets in here, don't open the shutters.

Well, Contessa, isn't it time you told me to what exactly I owe this most

enjoyable morning? Well, you certainly didn't invite me to ride here

for the pleasure of my company.

Not exclusively, no.

Monsieur, I can be frank with you.

You've helped me before.

And this time?

I need to know about the murder charge against Sacha Besson.

The police view.

What is behind it? What's behind it, Contessa, is simple.

$700 ,000 of bullion was stolen at Orly Airport last month.

And Sacha Besson was involved?

Undoubtedly. And the man is charged with killing.

We have no actual proof, Contessa, but you see, the Orly raid was big time.

Two or three Paris gangs linked up for the job.

And now they're beginning to squabble over their share of the money.

But don't you worry about Sacha Besson, Contessa.

Confidentially, we have a witness.

A girl?

Oh, she'll put him away for a good 20 years or more when she appears in court.

Not offering any excuses, but Christy did disobey instructions.

You mean she opened the shutters?

But they still somehow knew that she was in the house.

Frankly, I don't see how asking questions around here will lead you to

I shall be in the club at 70, if you want me.

Any barman will tell you how to get there.

First break I've had this evening.

A man.

Thank you.

I'll try these.

Those are my favorite kind.

The light?

I'm sorry.

So nobody here wanted to talk about the

murder, huh?

See no evil, hear no evil. Avoid the bullet in the back of your head.

You can't really blame them.

The stakes are as high as the commandant says.

Nobody's going to want to talk.

I think I may have found a weak link.

May I?

So long as you don't intend to do any drinking, monsieur.

How would you like to help me play at the table?

I would prefer to drink champagne, monsieur.

I've got a system.

So, you have got a system.

Heads you win, tails you win.

How would you like to play it?

You had a killing here, Henri Cartier.

You are fishing in, how do you say, the deep water, monsieur.

A room.

Every room.

This is the sort of system I like.

Try the red again.

soon use this club.

This is not the place to ask

your questions.

You got a better idea?

I go now.

I take a taxi.

I see you in one hour.

The 9.

9, rouge, un pairement.

Bon, madame.

Félicitations, madame.

Thank you, madam.

Is it your room?

Did you see him?

Yes, it was Dixon.

That's what I thought.

Leave that

now, Carlo.

Go home.

Trouble, Mr. Dixon?

You sure you don't want me to stick around?

Maybe you're right put your feet up in the back room

Well, thanks for the help.

Well, I had every confidence in you.

Now, get up.

What happens now?

I guess you'll be spending a little time in jail with your friend, Sacha Besson.

Friend?

You're right.

How about Associate and the Orly Bullion raid?

I don't imagine he is your friend any longer after you tried to frame him for

the murder of Henri Cartier.

Now, wait a minute.

Drop your gun, Mr. Rue.

Why don't you tell him he's right, George?

How did you find out?

I'll tell you.

A bullion split between Cartier, Besson, and whoever else was on the job.

It's got to mean trouble.

It did.

Okay, suppose our third guy goes for the pot.

He kills Cartier.

Now, he's got to hang it on Besson.

That's okay, as long as he can get his girl to admit that she was a witness to

the killing.

Unfortunately, he's got the original wheeler -dealer's defect.

What defect?

He can't let it well enough alone.

He's got to strengthen his girl's position as a witness, since that's all

evidence he's got.

So?

He plans a phony attempt to kill her at the airport and an equally phony kidnap.

To be followed, no doubt, by a last -minute escape on the eve of the trial.

Now, where does that lead us to?

Well, now, let me see.

Was Cartier already dead?

And Besson in prison, thanks to Christie's evidence?

To you.

Holding the whole of the 700 ,000 bullion that the three of you pulled

airport raid.

Well.

I think that just about wraps up the case.

Earth at dawn.

Do you know something, Harry Ruth?

You're a rather handsome man.

Nice profile.

Strong jawline.

A large, rather noble nose.

And a sneaky, two -faced, deceitful, tricky...

Weasel -like, treacherous personality.

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