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Maxwell! Maxwell!

I'm sweating, Mr Maxwell.

I don't like to sweat.

Very good.

Do you speak English?

Some.

A statue?

Si.

Philip III?

Si.

Who designed it? Juan de Beronia or Juan Pascual de Mania?

In English, Paco, my Spanish is very rough.

Is it really you?

How are you?

In the eyes and ears of Madrid.

I need your help. For you, anything.

Where can we talk?

This way.

Miguel, get out there.

Your taxi.

Taxi? Yes.

Here with a friend, a good friend.

Then he's a good friend, Apaco. An American called Harry Rule.

We've been looking for a man.

The Greek islands, Turkey, Sicily. Now you think he's here.

Somewhere. If he's here, we will find him. This man, he has a name.

Yes, Quinn.

I'm Harry Roo.

I'm looking for Quinn.

I'm at the Euro building.

Tell Quinn I have a proposition I think he'd be interested in.

Mr. Roo.

Be careful.

Gracias.

Hello?

Harry. I expected you earlier.

Yeah, I just made contact.

With Quinn?

Not yet, but now I know he's here. Me too. Paco went white when I mentioned

name. Quinn rates that kind of fear.

It's the currency he uses. He's an international disease.

Harry, don't let this get too personal. When that happens, you lose perspective.

Wait till you see some of the pictures of Mr. Quinn's activity.

Women raped and butchered, children. I had a cable from Paul. He's due in this

afternoon. Good.

What next?

We wait.

Hang on. Here.

Cassius, another contact.

The Plaza Mayor.

We didn't have to wait long.

You have a proposition, Mr. Rule.

For Quinn.

I'm Quinn.

I don't think so.

Why is that?

Because Quinn is too smart to be caught in a dead -end tunnel under the main

square in Madrid.

We've checked you out, Mr. Rule. We like what we know.

That was fast.

Circumstances described haste.

Are you armed?

No. I see it.

I said no.

We are.

Hehehe

You want to talk to Quinn?

Is all this melodrama necessary?

Very.

Paco.

Look on that.

Quinn has got Harry. He sent two men for him.

Yes, I think.

They met him in the Quavis and then they left in a car. I tried to follow, but I

lost them. Now, where would they take him, Paco?

I don't know.

I think I know someone of mine.

For a little money, this man will tell us what we want or not.

Anything. Come.

What do you think?

Rather thin texture.

Smooth.

I can't tell the color.

Too, uh, sweet.

You want to talk to me?

In private.

It's taken me two months to find you. I'm a very private person.

And you are the most influential and feared man in the international

world. You've made a fortune out of war, genocide, and political expediency.

So you are the obvious, well, I'd say quite possibly the only person to

approach.

Quite simply...

I want to form and train a crack mercenary parachute group.

Police to the highest bidder.

I need your help.

Your contacts.

Tell me more, Mr. Ruhle.

You're fascinating me.

Pardon, Boucher.

You look for me?

Have you seen Harry Rule and the Contessa? Queen, he has them.

Where? I ran away. She was hurt. There was nothing else I could do.

Paco, where are they?

We go together to find out.

This time.

Train.

Money for equipment.

How much?

Who are

you?

Sutton.

My name is Laura Sutton.

You say that as though it should mean something to me.

My brother, Jimmy.

You recruited him 19 months ago in Marseille.

Sutton? I haven't heard from him for over a year.

I want to know where he is.

I know nothing about your brother.

Perhaps he gave you a different name.

Nobody gives me false names, Miss Sutton.

Out there in the gardens is a fresh grave.

A writer, also English, decided to mind my business.

He was very insistent, a real journalistic bulldog.

I had to have him put down.

Now, who are you?

You say you need my help, the use of my organization.

Yeah. Then, Mr. Rule, you'll have to prove yourself.

Will I?

Kill her.

Here? There's no one for mine.

An old friend.

I shoot the girl.

In front of a witness.

You'd have something on me. I wouldn't like that.

You're right.

We must trust each other.

So... In front of a witness.

Ha, ha, ha.

In the avenues and alleyways Where the soul of a man is

easy to find