All language subtitles for To Catch a Thief (1955) Cary Grant 1080p ENG-ITA (moviesbyrizzo)

My jewels! My jewels!

I've been robbed!
Someone stole my jewels!

Help! Help! Police!

My diamonds!
My diamonds!

They're gone! Help!

Lepic. Mercier.

Monsieur robie,
we represent the surete.

We are making
some inquiries

in reference
to a number of
Jewel robberies.

We have reason to believe
that you could provide US
with information

that would help US
in our investigations.

Would you be good enough
to accompany US
to our office in nice?

All right, but would you mind
if I put on something
more formal?

Okay.

You left
in a hurry, huh?

They came for me
an hour ago.

The police?
Five of them.

Naturally,
you are innocent.

I haven't stolen a piece
of jewelry in 15 years.

Ah, honesty.

Well, it has
a good feeling.

What do you think
of my kitchen?

Works like a machine, yes?

Bertani...
Just like our little band

in the underground
during the war.

Cutting, slicing,

just like the old days.

They think I'm responsible
for these robberies,
don't they?

Well, once they were all
in prison with you.

I know. And now if there's
any crime on the riviera,

we're the first
to be suspected
by the police.

But since the war,
I have obliged all these men
to be honest.

I have beat honesty
into their skulls.

I did not want them
to break their paroles
and return to prison.

Listen, if my parole
is broken,

they'll throw away
the key.

I came here for one reason,

to tell these men and you
that I had nothing to
do with the robberies.

Perhaps I believe you,

but your comrades are
very angry with you, robie.

They think you
let them down.

So long, bertani.
I wouldn't put it past
any of them

to be doing the robberies
themselves.

Simple men
without education?

No, robie.

Excuse me.
Business calls.

Don't go.

But, you know,
coincidence can
be terrible.

These robberies
all bear your Mark,

but you claim
to be innocent.

I do more than claim.
I insist.

What I can't understand
is how this thief could
imitate me so perfectly.

It has to be someone
who knew every detail
of my technique.

Maybe somebody
in the police.
Ah, voila.

He picks perfect victims
with only the right stones.

Goes up walls,
over the roofs,
down through the skylights,

leaves no clue
and then disappears
in the night.

Just like John robie,
the cat.

You don't believe me
any more than the rest.

Oh, he's as nervous
as a cat.

If somebody caught
this imitator,

we'd all be
off the hook,
wouldn't we?

Surely.

Well, no one believes me,
but the police are
chasing the wrong man.

Someone's got to start
chasing the right one.

One day he'll
make a mistake.

Bertani, there's
only one answer,

and I should have
seen it sooner.

I've got to catch
this imitator myself.

You couldn't do more
than the police.

Oh, but I could,
and I'm the only one
who could,

because I can
anticipate him,

try to figure out
his next move,

and then get there
ahead of him

and catch him with his hand
right in the Jewel case.

If they catch you,
nobody will believe
what you say.

Who believes me now?

The biggest problem is time.

I've got to hit
this copycat before
he hears I'm after him.

To catch him in the act,
I need better information
than he has,

the kind that takes months
to dig out.

Like who has jewels
that deserve to be stolen?

Yeah. Where they live,
which room they keep
the stones in,

what time
they usually go to sleep,
how much they drink,

whether they have dogs,
guns, servants, insurance.

Well, for old times' sakes,
perhaps I can help you.

Come on, bertani.
What have you got?

You made me
remember something.

Two days ago, a man
came into this restaurant.

I did not like him.
Why not?

He called me to his table.

He asked me about crime
and criminals,

me, a respectable,
honest restaurateur.

You think
he may know something
about the robberies?

He asks me
strange questions.

I refuse to answer.

Then he asked me
about the jewels
my clients wear,

and I said to myself,

"you have something to do
with this new cat.

"Maybe you are
the new cat."

Foussard's daughter
will take you
out of here by boat.

Where?
The beach club in cannes.

Wait for a phone call there.

Okay, Mr. Cat,
let's go.

Danielle, do me a favor.
Don't call me a cat.

I only do
one favor a day.

Will you do as
your father here asks?

Did I brush your fur
the wrong way?

Hey, you're
getting US wet.

It must be true,
what they say.

Cats don't like water.

I'll thank you
not to mention
that word again.

Oh, a man should
never regret his past.

I only regret one thing.

That you never asked me
to marry you?

No, that I ever
took the time
to teach you English.

You only taught me
the nouns.

I learned
the adjectives myself.

The word "cat"
is a noun.

Not the way you use it.

For you it means
excitement, danger,

affluence.

What do you think
of that word,
"affluence"?

It means wealth.

What's on your mind?

Nothing.
I was just thinking
about you.

Imagining you
in your expensive villa,

enjoying life,

while we work like idiots
for a loaf of bread.

I work for a living, too,
raising grapes and flowers.

And rubies and diamonds
and pearls.

School's open again.

Professor robie will
now conduct a class
in bad manners,

or how to get spanked
in a hurry.

You can't touch me.
I've graduated.
Hmm.

You going to
South America?

No, just the beach club
at cannes.

I've always dreamed
of going to South America.

People say
it's a virgin country.

I can cook, sew,

keep my mouth shut

and peddle stolen jewels
on the black market.

Now, Danielle,
you don't think
I'm responsible

for all those
recent robberies?

I think so, yes.

Yes.

Together with your father
and the rest of
my old resistance pals.

But there's
one great difference.

They are furious
with you.

I am not.

Danielle, listen carefully.

I stole once
a long time ago.

I went to jail.
I know.

The Germans bombed the prison
and you all escaped,

joined the underground
and became heroes.

I joined because
I wanted to make up for
some of the things I'd done.

I've never stolen since.

I don't know
what you wanted.
I know what you got.

Pardons that are not
worth anything.

They weren't pardons,
they were paroles,

and we fought
for six years
to earn them,

those of US
who were still around
for the graduation.

Those paroles don't have
much value today, huh?

Well, at least
they haven't been withdrawn
from circulation.

No South America?

No, just the beach club
at cannes, please.

Well, in that case,
we should hurry.

That airplane up there,
it probably belongs
to the police.

Hey, stupide, the contact.
Oh.

What's he doing now?

He's coming back over US.

Good.
When he comes by again,
wave to him.

Suppose he's
not my type?

Oh, wave to him anyway.

Act as if you're
a pretty girl
just out for a ride.

Well...

Hey, hey,
not that pretty.

We want to get rid of him.

How much further
to the beach club?

Oh, about 15 minutes.

Uh-huh.
Well, when you get there,

pull close in shore
and mingle around
with the other boats.

And then?

And then
I'm getting out.

I'll leave my clothes
with you.

And I thought you hoped
to be inconspicuous.

Well, nobody will ever
recognize me in these.

Hello?
The man I speak
with you about,

the man who asked me
the questions
about the jewels,

he will wait for you
at the entrance
of the flower market in nice.

He will find you.

I told him you would be
tossing a coin in the air.

Tails?

H.h. Hughson,
Lloyd's of London.

Am I to understand
you're the man
who knows everyone

who owns the best jewelry
in this vicinity?

We insure most of
the important pieces.

Insurance.

That's gambling,
isn't it?

Well, shall
we say betting?

Yes, let's just
say betting,

because I have
a long shot for you.

A little help in return
for some of your losses.

So Mr. Bertani told me.

Are you interested?

Well, the proposition
sounds intriguing,

albeit a little unorthodox.

What does that mean?
Yes or no?

My dear Mr. Robie...
Smith.

I beg your pardon.
Ever been married?

No, but what
has that to do
with yes or no?

It might help you
to understand my problem.

I have two wives,
Felicity, god bless her,
and the London office.

I must return worthy
of both of them.

I see. And you don't
think they'd approve
of your giving me

a list of
your richest clients.

Officially, you come
under the category
of extremely bad risk.

Well, see you later, hughson.

It's always a pleasure
to meet an insurance agent

who enjoys paying off
such expensive claims.

However, unofficially,
there's hope for you.

I was sure
there would be.

We're both taking
a big chance, you know.

Really?
What happens to you
if I'm caught?

I might be embarrassed,

even censured officially.

They could put me away
for good.

You made a bad choice
of professions.

Well, then let's come
to an understanding.

I'm doing you a favor.

I take all the risks,
you get all the jewelry back.

Mr. Smith, it strikes me
that only an honest man
would be so foolish.

Thank you.

How much of a list
do you need?

Only the top
half-dozen names.
Anything else?

Oh, the addresses, habits,
whatever you've got.

Descriptions
of the stones
and settings.

Suppose it falls
into the wrong hands?

Perhaps it already has,
unless you've been
pulling the thefts yourself.

I say,
that's not a bad idea.

And where are you staying?
Carlton, cannes.

Okay.

No, no, no,
my dear fellow,
not in the middle of the day.

Bring it to the table
with you.

Come along.

Under the present
circumstances,

do you think
it pays to advertise?

He hasn't left
the villa in years.

Well, how do you
like the place?

Immensely. It's a kind
of travel-folder heaven,

where a man
dreams he'll go
when he retires.

Now, about that list
of your clients who have
jewelry worth stealing.

Look, why don't we
enjoy our lunch first?

There's plenty of time.

Mr. Hughson, I don't want
to seem impatient,

but in 10 days, I have
to come up with something
pretty convincing

for the examining
magistrate.

Now, it's a very nice
custom they have
here in France,

provisional Liberty
based upon
insufficient evidence.

But, alas, that may not
last long for me.

Bertani said you were
something of a celebrity
in the underground army.

I was in the resistance.

Did you kill many people?

Seventy-two.

I know what would
have pleased you,
though, hughson.

Not one of them
was insured.

You're a man of
obvious good taste in...

Well, in everything.

How did you...
I mean, why did you...

You mean,
why did I take up stealing?
Yes.

Oh, to live better,
to own things
I couldn't afford.

To acquire this good taste
which you now enjoy,

and which I should be
very reluctant to give up.

Oh, you mean
you were frankly dishonest?

I tried to be.

You know, I thought
you'd have some defense,
some tale of hardship.

Your mother ran off
when you were young,

your father beat you
or something.

No, no, no,
I was a member
of an American trapeze act

in a circus
that traveled in Europe.

It folded
and I was stranded,

so I put my agility
to a more rewarding
purpose.

You have no other defense?

Well, for what it's worth,
I only stole from people
who wouldn't go hungry.

Your plate.

This is a quiche Lorraine.
I think you'll enjoy this.

Quiche...
Yes, I've heard of it.
I've never had it, though.

It looks delicious.

Yes.

Mmm. Oh, it's wonderful.

And the pastry is
as light as air.

Well, germaine has
very sensitive hands,

an exceedingly light touch.

Yes, I can tell.

She strangled
a German general once

without a sound.

What an
extraordinary woman.

I, uh...

I take it
you were a sort
of modern Robin hood.

I mean, you gave away
most of the proceeds
of your crimes.

Kept everything myself.

Well, let's face it.

I was an
out-and-out thief,
like you.

Oh, I say, steady, old man.
Oh, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Did you ever take an ashtray
from a hotel, or a towel?

Souvenirs.
They expect that.

You're given
an expense allowance
to pay for all the meals

you eat
on the job, right?

But this meal is free.

Now, are you going to deduct
the price of a lunch

from your expense account?

But of course you're not.
It would be stupid.

Do you agree?

Yes.

You're a thief.

Well, only
an amateur thief,
of course,

but it'll help you
to sympathize
with US professionals.

I don't...
I don't think
I understand fully.

Well, now,
let's look at it this way.

You're sorry you took
the ashtray or the towel
from the hotel, aren't you?

Well, right now, yes.

And someday
you're going to be sorry

that you didn't
deduct this lunch from
your expense account.

My dear fellow,
I can't possibly deduct

every little item
from my expense account.

I frankly couldn't
spare the time.

Well, someday
you'll wish you had.

Every time an ashtray
is missing from a hotel,

they don't come
looking for you.

But let a diamond bracelet
disappear in France,

and they shout,
"John robie, the cat!"

You don't have to spend
every day of your life
proving your honesty,

but I do.

Well, let's get down
to business. The list.

Is something
bothering you?

I told the police
what you were going to do.

Well, I didn't
expect them
to like my arrangement.

You were wrong.
They thought it
a splendid idea,

because they hope
you'll make a mistake

and provide them
with the evidence
they need against you.

Ah, yes. It had to be
something like that.

Suppose the whole thing
goes wrong?

Come on, hughson,
you're wasting time.

Quite a thorough job.

Have some wine, hughson.

Yes, I think I will.

Oh, my.
I wish I'd known someone
in the insurance racket

when I first started
in the burglary business.

Well, let me see.
My first bait will be
this Mrs. Stevens,

the American woman
with the diamonds
and the daughter.

Do you know them?

I'm having dinner
with them tomorrow.

I could possibly
arrange a meeting.

Hughson, in this business,
you can't do things
the honest way.

Remember that.

No, no, what I mean,
Mrs. Stevens,

wouldn't it perhaps be better

if you left
some of that jewelry
in the hotel safe?

Stop acting like
an insurance agent.

I didn't buy these things
for my old age.

I bought them to wear.

Put your money away,
hughson.

You can cheat a little
on your expense account.

That's France.

Yes, and everyone from
the vegetable scrubber
to the manager

gets a tip,
whether he's
earned it or not.

It's the law.

Mother, everywhere
you go, you complain
about tipping.

And I shall continue
to complain.

I've just paid
for the privilege.

Come on.
Let's go over
to the casino.

I want to hit the tables
while they're hot.

Perhaps I should
just mail them
the money.

Oh, no.
No, don't bother, Pierre.
I can't afford it.

Hmm, handsome.

I wouldn't mind
buying that for you.

Oh, mother.
Come along.

Maybe Mr. Hughson
doesn't care
for gambling.

Everyone likes to gamble,
one way or another,
even you.

I have an intense
dislike for it.

Francie, dear,
when the stakes
are right, you'll gamble.

It's an imitation?
Really?

You mean
costume jewelry?

Well, what do you know?

The things they make
these days.

Why, you can
hardly tell it
from the real thing.

Well, it's better
than anything we have
back in Portland, Oregon.

Almost everything is.

Thank you.

I should never have
stopped here.
Baccarat's my game.

Why did you let me
get so close to this
whirling pickpocket, anyway?

Wouldn't you know?

Oh, I'm terribly sorry,
madam. I'm...

Yes, but, madam,
that, uh...

Well, that was
a 10,000 franc plaque.

Well, maybe
she doesn't...

Well, of course, madam,
if you'd rather not
take my word, it's all right.

Well, thank you.
I'll trust you, too.

I won't count it.

If Jeremiah were only here.

But he'd think
all this flying around
from palm Springs

to Saint Moritz
to the riviera...

He'd think
it was all foolishness.

He used to say,
"I wouldn't be one of those
silly society gadabouts

"if they promised me
I could live forever."

Well, he got his wish.

Mr. Burns,
where'd you say
you were from?

Oregon.

Jeremiah would have
liked you.

A man with both feet
on the ground,
that's what he was.

Unfortunately for him,
he never realized
how valuable

the ground was
he had his feet on.

We had a ranch, you see.
It wasn't...
Mother, please.

Oh, Mr. Burns would be
very interested.

We had a ranch.
It wasn't a very big one.

No plumbing.
Little thing out back.

Poor Jeremiah.

He'll never know
how close he came

to 20 million
barrels of oil.

Bourbon's the only drink.

You can take all that
champagne stuff

and pour it down
the English channel.

Well, why wait 80 years
before you can
drink the stuff?

Grape vineyards,
huge barrels aging forever,

poor little old monks
running around testing it,

just so some woman
in Tulsa, Oklahoma,
can say it tickles her nose.

Mother, I think
we ought to go to bed.

Nobody ever calls me
Jessie anymore.

Mr. Burns,
would you call me Jessie?

I'd be happy to.
Good.

Mr. Hughson,
would you call me Jessie?

If you like.
I like.

Mr. Burns,
you said lumber?

That's right.

How come you
haven't made a pass
at my daughter?

And don't say
"oh, mother" to me.

Mr. Burns,
I asked you a question.

Very pretty.
Quietly attractive.

Yeah, but too nice.

Sorry I ever sent her
to that finishing school.

I think
they finished her there.

Come on, mother.

And so to bed,

where I can cuddle up
to my jewelry.

You know, Mr. Hughson,
as rare and wonderful
as they are,

I think I'd rather have
100,000 jeremiahs.

Well, I think
I'll toddle along
to my cot.

I'll be delighted
to escort you
to your suite.

That's very
thoughtful of you,
Mr. Burns.

Come on, Jessie.

Mr. Burns, do you make
much money at lumber?

Well, right now
building is booming.

Would you mind
if I had you
investigated a little?

Not at all.
With what object?

Well, if I were
francie's age, you'd sound
too good to be true.

Thank you, Mr. Burns.
That...

You know,
there's very little lumber
around here.

Just why did you come
to the riviera, anyway?

To meet someone
as charming as you.

Boy, now I am going to
have you investigated.

Aren't you going in?

I'm down
the other end.

How much did he
get away with
last night?

The gems were insured
for 35,000 in dollars.

Somebody wins,
somebody loses.

Hughson,
I sympathize
with you.

Pretty rough, having
to send bad news like that
into your home office.

I insured
madame leroux
personally.

Yeah. Well, at least
you know that the, uh...

You know,
the burglar.
What do they call him? The...

The cat.
Oh, yes.

Well, at least you know
he's still around and getting
closer all the time.

That's something,
isn't it?

Mrs. Stevens,
would you,

uh, would you kindly
keep your jewelry
in the hotel safe?

And what do I do
when I go out, wear
the safe around my neck?

- Well, no, not literally.
- It's just that...

It's just that
your insurance company
goes into shock

every time
something's stolen.

If you haven't any guts,
why, you shouldn't have
taken my bet.

Well, that's what
it was, a bet.

Now, you want to Welsh?

If your jewels are stolen,
you will be paid, of course,

but we couldn't replace
the sentiment and affection

you have for those
particular pieces.

Mr. Hughson,
I have no more affection
for that jewelry

than I have
for a train ticket
that gets me somewhere.

They're pretty
and they attract attention.

Most of all,
they make it possible
for my daughter

to go to the right places
and not be ashamed of me.

That is,
too ashamed of me.

Good morning,
Mr. Hughson.

Good morning,
miss Stevens.

Mr. Burns.
You sent for me?

Yes, I thought
we might go for a swim,

or, if you're
not athletic,
sunbathing.

I think I can manage
to stay afloat,
thank you.

Mr. Hughson's
been telling US about
a robbery last night

after we went to bed.
Oh? Who?

Madame leroux,
wife of a high
government official.

$35,000.

Oh, too bad.

You should find
a more happy business.

The famous Jewel thief,
the cat, is loose again,
they say.

Well, mother, you're next.

I'm insured.

Well, uh,
I'll get my bathing trunks.
Meet you in the lobby.

I'll just slip into
something and be down
in a few minutes.

Goodbye, Mrs. Stevens.
Good hunting, hughson.

Uh, just a minute,
Mr. Burns.

Weren't we, uh...
Weren't we going to...

Weren't we what?
Going to what?

Well, last night
we discussed going up.

Up? Up?
Up. Up.

Up the funicular railway.

I can't even
spell funicular.

What are you doing
this afternoon?

Oh, I went to
a real estate agent.

He gave me a list
of furnished villas
for rent.

Oh, do you plan
that long a vacation?

I might even retire here.

It says that
some of the villas aren't
in very good repair.

Quite a few of the roofs
need careful examination.

Goodbye, hughson.
Don't let the robbery
spoil your day.

It's only money,
and not even yours
at that.

Uh...

Should I ask
the social director
to introduce US?

No, no, no. I...

I was just
wondering which was
the best way out of here.

Well, the mediterranean
used to be this way.

Well, I'm a gambler.
Let's try that.

There's a message
for you.

Thank you.

You performed
a very beautiful robbery
last night.

Strictly routine.

You're marvelous.

Last night
you steal a small fortune,

and today you lie on the beach
with an American beauty.

Well, that's why one needs
a small fortune.

Is this
your next victim?

Well, let's just say
she's a useful friend.

You know, your old friends
of the resistance

who work at the restaurant,

they called the police
all sorts of terrible names

when they had to
let you go yesterday.

Would it be bad manners
to ask who tipped off
the police

at the flower market?

Oh, they never say anything
to the flics.

You know that.
Well, somebody did.

But still,
they would be very happy

if you were caught
during your next job.

Well, it's nice to know
I have friends.

Perhaps it would be better
if you were caught.

Any particular reason?

Hmm, I heard some talk
in the kitchen.

They say, "what a pity
if they must kill the cat."

They will do all they can
to avoid the prison.

Well, now,
isn't that amazing?

The police
want me in jail.

My old friends
want me dead.

The cat wants me
out of town.

What do you mean,
the cat wants you
out of town?

He sent me a message
this morning.

It seems the sky is
about to fall in on me.

Then don't you think
it's foolish to remain here

without knowing
what will happen to you?

But if you were
in South America with me,

you would know
exactly what will happen.

You make it
sound dangerous
either way.

It would be so much nicer
to be killed by love, no?

Uh, pardon me
while I get the water
out of my ear.

John, you know
what sort of men
they are at bertani's.

Another robbery
and they will do
something to you.

Yes, yes.
Well, I better get back.

But what has she got
more than me, except money?

And you are getting
plenty of that.

Danielle,
you are just a girl.

She is a woman.

Why do you want to buy
an old car if you can get
a new one cheaper?

It will run better
and last longer.

It looks as if
my old car just drove off.

No, it hasn't.
It's just turned
amphibious.

Oh...

I thought
I'd come out and see what
the big attraction was.

Yes.
And possibly even rate
an introduction.

Oh, uh,
you didn't tell me
your name.

Danielle foussard.

Miss foussard,
miss Stevens.

How do you do,
miss foussard?

Mr. Burns has told me
so little about you.

Well, we only met
a couple of minutes ago.

That's right.
Only a few minutes ago.

Only a few minutes ago,

and you talk
like old friends.

Ah, well, that's warm,
friendly France for you.

Well, I was asking
about renting some water skis.

Would you like me
to teach you
how to water ski?

Thank you,
but I was women's champion

at sarasota, Florida,
last season.

Well, it was just an idea.

Are you sure
you were talking
about water skis?

From where I sat,
it looked as though

you were conjugating
some irregular verbs.

Say something nice
to her, Danielle.

She looks a lot older
up close.

Oh...

To a mere child,
anything over 20
might seem old.

A child?

Shall we stand
in shallower water
and discuss that?

Enjoying yourself,
Mr. Burns?

Oh, it's very nice out here.
You know, the sun and all.

Well, it's too much
for me.

I'll see you
at the hotel.

I'll come with you.
But, Mr. Burns,
you didn't finish

telling me why French women
are more seductive
than American women.

You know what I'd like
to tell you, don't you?

Wait a minute!

Oh, for...

Here.

Do you have time
for me now?

Well, I'm sorry
I was so long out
there at the float.

From what I saw
of that girl, I thought
you'd be a lot longer.

Yeah.

Well, uh,
what about cocktails?
6:00 suit you?

Well, we can
talk about that
on the way.

To where?
To rent you a villa.

Miss Stevens,
picking out a villa is,
uh...

Oh, you know,
it's a personal thing.

I have my car,
and a basket lunch
with chicken and beer.

No, no, no.
It's too much
to expect of you.

It'll be a tiring,
dusty trip
over mountain roads...

Where you're bound
to get lost.

A perfect stranger
who doesn't know a word
of the language?

Well, I was going to hire
an English-speaking chauffeur.

You have one.

I'll give you
a wholesale rate,
and no tipping.

I must say
your terms are generous.

Too generous to refuse.

My terms usually are.

Where's your car?
It's right there.

Well, I guess
I can't seem to get out
of this gracefully,

so let's go.

I've been waiting all day
for you to mention

that kiss
I gave you last night.

You know,
back home in Oregon,

we'd call you
a headstrong girl.

Where in Oregon,
the rogue river?

Where were you born?

In a taxi,
halfway between home
and the hospital.

I've lived in
27 different
towns and cities.

Why? Somebody chasing you?

Boys.

Well, you can stop
running now.

When I was 10,
my father died

and they discovered
oil on our land,

and that's when I really
started to travel.

You mean
the boys' fathers
were chasing you?

Yes.

But I had the funny feeling
that all they wanted

was to get their hands
on my money.

Oh, I'm impressed.

Well, on second thought,
back home in Oregon,

we'd have called you
a rich, headstrong girl.

That would have made it
all right.

Money handles most people.

Do you honestly
believe that?

I've proved it.

You're a singular girl.

Is that good or bad?

Oh, it's good.
It's quite good.

You know what you want,
you go out after it,

and nothing stops you
from getting it.

You make it sound corny.

Oh, no, you're a jackpot
of admirable character traits.

I already knew that.

Yes, I will say
you do things
with dispatch.

No wasted preliminaries.

Not only did I enjoy
that kiss last night,

I was awed
by the efficiency
behind it.

Well, I'm a great believer
in getting down
to essentials.

Yes, inviting me
for breakfast,
planning a swim,

and now this drive.

Miss Stevens, I must say
you are a girl in a million.

That's a routine compliment,
but I'll accept it.

May I ask you
a personal question?

I've been hoping
you would.

What do you expect to get
out of being so nice to me?

Probably a lot more
than you're willing
to offer.

I know.

You're here in Europe
to buy a husband, huh?

The man I want
doesn't have a price.

Well, that eliminates me.

You're absolutely right.
Give me a woman
who knows her own mind.

No one gives you
a woman like that.

You have to
capture her.

Any particular
method?
Yes.

But it's no good unless
you discover it yourself.

Are you sure
this is the
right address?

Well, it is a little large,

but it's on
the real estate
agent's list.

Let me see.
Uh, let's look
at the gardens first.

No need to bother
the people.

Why don't you own
a place like this?

Palaces are
for royalty.

We're just common people
with a bank account.

That sounds more like
your mother than you.

There's not
much difference
between US.

A few years
and some grammar.

And jewelry.
You never wear any.

I don't like cold things
touching my skin.

Why don't you invent
some hot diamonds?

I'd rather spend
my money on more
tangible excitement.

Tell me, what do you
get a thrill out of most?

I'm still looking
for that one.

I thought we were going
to look at the gardens.

I was interested
in the architecture.

Mediterranean,
turn of the century,
isn't it?

You never mention
your wife.

Never found the time
to get married.

You don't seem to be
pushed for time now.

Or did you just come over
to add interesting items
to your diary?

Like the name
and description
of that French girl

you swam out to meet.

You are
husband-hunting,
after all.

That wasn't jealousy
you heard working,

merely disappointment
in your limited
imagination.

Teenage French
girls yet.

Oh, I'll bet
you snowed her under.

The big, handsome
lumberman from america.

I'll bet you told her
all your trees
were sequoias.

You know,
that certainly sounds
like jealousy to me.

Don't be ashamed of it.
Let it out.

You're
somewhat egotistical.

Fighting fire
with fire.

Miss Stevens?

Yes, Mr. Burns?

You know what I think?
About what?

You.

I don't really care.

Tell me.

You're an insecure,
pampered woman accustomed
to attracting men,

but you're not
quite sure

whether they're attracted
to you or to your money.

You may never know.

Anything else?

What you need is something
I have neither the time

nor the inclination
to give you.
Oh?

And just what is that?

Two weeks
with a good man
at Niagara Falls.

I'm hungry.
What about opening
that picnic basket?

Not till we get
to the picnic grounds.

Which you've already
picked out.

Which I've already
picked out.

Is it far?
Oh, a few miles.

Lonely and secluded?

Naturally.

Well, then why are we
dawdling like this?

That's exactly
what was running
through my mind.

Hey, slow down.

And let them catch US?

Let who catch US?

The police
in the black car.

The ones who are
following you.

I don't know
what you're talking about.
Police following me?

Yes, police following you,
John robie, the cat.

Oh, lovely day.

Have you ever seen
any place in the world
more beautiful?

Just look at the colors
of the sea down there
and the sky,

and those little
pink and green buildings
on the hill.

Think of all those roofs
you could climb over.

Who did you call me?

Robie. John robie.

One of the world's
cleverest Jewel thieves,
known as the cat.

I read all about you
in the Paris paper.

You may have read
about somebody
called the cat, but...

I thought you said
you were hungry.
I am.

Well, the picnic basket's
in the trunk.

I hope you try to bluff me,
Mr. Robie,

and then I can have
the fun of telling you
how clever I was.

Well, since
I'm not Mr. Robie
but Mr. Burns,

there would be hardly
any point in trying
to bluff you.

Nevertheless,
tell me how clever
you were.

Well, the first thing
I noticed about you was...

Don't sound so pleased
with yourself.

I've never caught
a Jewel thief before.
It's stimulating.

It's like...
Well, it's like...

Like sitting
in a hot tub?

Here, let me serve.

The first time I saw you
was on the beach at cannes.

You swam ashore
from a motorboat driven
by that little French girl.

You got an opener?
Thank you.

You want a leg
or a breast?

You make the choice.

That was just two days
before you showed up
at the hotel

as Mr. Conrad burns,
just over from america.
Uh-huh.

Did you swim?

Well, naturally.

Oh, now,
don't be disappointing
and sound like Mr. Burns.

Well, I can
only be myself,
miss Stevens.

Then be yourself, John.

I prefer Conrad.

Oh, you can't be serious.

And I think it's about time
you called me francie.

I have to look out
for mother.

They've tried to steal
her jewelry before.

So when I read
about the, um...

You in the paper,
just a small item,
but I picked it up,

I was sure mother
would catch your eye.

Well, she did,
because I liked her.

And so far,
miss Stevens...

Mmm-mmm. Francie.

So far you haven't said
anything that sounds
even remotely clever.

Well, stick around.
The next thing
I noticed about you

was something remarkable.
Yeah?

All evening long,
you only looked at
my mother, never at me.

I kissed you, didn't I?

I kissed you.

I certainly wasn't
looking at your
mother then.

You were thinking
about her.

Otherwise you never
would have let me say
good night so easily.

Well, I'm a gentleman.

A rough lumberman
from the big northwest?

I must remember
to yell "timber"
occasionally.

Now, here comes
some of the clever part.

You're just
not convincing, John.

You're like
an American character
in an English movie.

You just don't talk
the way an American tourist
ought to talk.

Don't you know
that all the guidebooks say,

"don't behave
like a tourist"?

Well, it's just that
you never mention business
or baseball or television

or wage freezes
or senate probes.

All the things
I left america to forget.

You're just not
American enough
to carry it off.

Tell me,
how long has it been?

How long has what been?

Since you were
in america last?

Oh, I don't know,
about four or five days.

And Oregon?

Two or three days
before that.

Name me three deciduous trees
indigenous to the northwest.

Now, listen,

you're a very nice girl,
but you've got too much
imagination.

You go around talking
like that about me,

and I'll wind up
in a French jail
for something I didn't do.

Are you going
to Rob mother first
or somebody else?

Well, under
the circumstances,
somebody else.

That's nice.
Mother likes you.
Well...

I think lady kenton
should be our next job.

Now, listen...
Isn't she on your list?
She ought to be.

The kenton jewels
are famous.

I know every inch
of her villa.

I can already hear
your next line.

The cat has a new kitten.

When do we start?

Don't talk like that.

You're leaving
fingerprints
on my arm.

I am not John robie,
the cat.

Why are the police
following you?

Show me
that real estate list.

That villa we went
to isn't for rent,
and you know it.

The sanfords have
owned it for years,

and I'm going
to a party there
in a week.

You have a very strong grip,

the kind a burglar needs.

That's why you
came up here, isn't it?

We'll have cocktails at 8:00
and dinner at 8:30,
all in my suite.

We'll talk about it there.

I can't come.

I'm going to the casino
and to watch
a firework display.

You'll get a better view
from my place.

Already got another date.

Everywhere you go,
I'll have you paged
as John robie, the cat.

8:00, and be on time.

I haven't got
a decent watch.

Steal one.

Excuse me. I could not
speak with you today,
monsieur robie.

I did not know
your new name.

I figured you'd have had
a good reason.

What were you doing
at the sanford villa,
anyway?

I supply food and drinks
for the grand gala.

I was inspecting the kitchen.

I do not ask you
what you were doing there.

You prepare also, no?

There will be many women,
rich jewels.

Just the bait I need.

Something the cat
can't resist, huh?

I suppose all your boys
will be there?

Naturally.

That's nice.
You know, they threatened
to put me away.

Oh, robie, they'd be
much too busy to do
anything like that.

Well, you keep them busy.

Goodbye, robie.

Oh, who was
the pretty American girl?

You bring her
to my restaurant
for dinner, yes?

Not tonight.
She made some small plans
for the two of US.

Well, soon.

Good night.

If you really want
to see fireworks,

it's better
with the lights out.

I have a feeling that tonight
you're going to see

one of the riviera's
most fascinating sights.

I was talking
about the fireworks.

I never doubted it.

The way you looked
at my necklace,
I didn't know.

You've been dying
to say something about it
all evening. Go ahead.

Why, have I been
staring at it?

No, you've been trying
to avoid it.

May I have a Brandy?
Please.

Would you care for one?
No, thank you.

Some nights, a person
doesn't need to drink.

Doesn't it make you nervous
to be in the same room

with thousands of dollars'
worth of diamonds

and unable to touch them?

No.

Like an alcoholic outside
of a bar on election day.

Wouldn't know the feeling.

All right.
You've studied the layout,

drawn your plans,

worked out your timetable,

put on your dark clothes
with your crepe-sole shoes
and your rope,

maybe your
face blackened.

And you're over the roofs
in the darkness,

down the side wall
to the right apartment,

and the window's locked.

All that elation
turned into frustration.

What would you do?

I'd go home,
get a good night's sleep.

Oh, what would you do?
The thrill is right there
in front of you,

but you can't
quite get it.

And the gems glistening
on the other side
of the window.

And someone asleep,
breathing heavily.

I'd go home,
get a good night's sleep.

Wouldn't you use
a glass cutter,
a brick, your fist,

anything to get
what you wanted,

knowing it was just there
waiting for you?

No, I wouldn't.

Drinking dulls your senses.

And, if I'm lucky,
some of my hearing.

Blue-white,
with just hair-like
touches of platinum.

You know, I have
about the same
interest in jewelry

that I have in politics,
horse racing, modern poetry

or women who need
weird excitement.

None.

Hold this necklace
in your hand

and tell me
you're not John robie,
the cat.

John, tell me something.

You're going to Rob
that villa we cased
this afternoon, aren't you?

Oh, I suppose
"Rob" is archaic.

You'd say
"knock over"?

Oh, for...
Don't worry.
I'm very good at secrets.

Tell me, have you ever been
on a psychiatrist's couch?

Don't change the subject.

I know the perfect time
to do it.

Next week,
the sanfords are
holding their annual gala.

Everyone who counts
will be there.

I'll get you
an invitation.

It's an 18th-century
costume affair.

There will be thousands
upon thousands
of dollars' worth

of the world's
most elegant jewelry.

Some of the guests will be
staying for the weekend.

We'll get all the information
and we'll do it together.

What do you say?

My only comment would
be highly censurable.

Give up, John.
Admit who you are.

Even in this light,
I can tell where
your eyes are looking.

Look, John. Hold them.

Diamonds. The only
thing in the world
you can't resist.

Then tell me
you don't know
what I'm talking about.

Ever had a better offer
in your whole life?

One with everything?

I've never had
a crazier one.

Just as long
as you're satisfied.

You know as well as I do
this necklace is imitation.

Well, I'm not.

Give them back to me.

What did you have
in mind, francie?

Give them back to me.
Mother's jewels.

I don't have them.

Now tell me...
Wait a minute. Whoa.
No, no, no.

When did it happen?

When I was asleep.

Well, let's look.

There's only
one place to look,
and that's obviously here.

Help yourself.

Did you see francie?

Did she tell you
what happened?

Yes. She's downstairs,
searching my room.

Well, that doesn't
make sense.

She said she knew
where my jewelry was.

Well, she was wrong.
May I look into
your bedroom?

If you think
it'll do any good.
But don't you think

we ought to call the police
and the hotel manager?

You know, they always like
to get in on these things.

Yes, but would you
let me look around first,
Mrs. Stevens?

I don't care.
I'd be just as happy
if you didn't find anything.

Why do you say that?

Oh, I'm a little tired
of draping those things
over me.

It was exciting at first,
but, you know,

now I think
it's more exciting
to have them stolen.

Yes, and of course
you can't lose financially

as long as
hughson is around
to make out the check.

Well, I'd be crazy
to take this attitude
if I did.

Why on earth did francie
suspect you, Mr. Burns,

a simple woodcutter
from Oregon?

I'm anything but that,
Mrs. Stevens.

My real name is
John robie.

I used to be a Jewel thief
several years ago.

Well, what
a wonderful surprise.

Somehow, I can't get
worked up over it.

Where did you
keep the stuff?

In the case over there.

Watch out for fingerprints.
There won't be any.

Now, did they
get everything?

Everything.

Francie must have known
about you all along.

She guessed today.

You must sleep soundly.

I do.

He came down
through the air shaft.

If you're not
Mr. Burns from Oregon,

why do you call yourself
that and not...

What was the other name?

Robie. John robie.

Oh, Mrs. Stevens...
Oh, I know the whole story.

You want to go straight,
but the gang won't let you.

Well, in this case,
the gang is the law.

Mother,
don't talk to him.

Don't touch anything.
You're not going to
cover up any clues.

But there
aren't any clues
to cover up.

He came down
the air shaft,

took the stones
and went away
the same way.

You know
how he got in here
as well as I do.

Did you find anything
in my room?

I certainly did.

Nothing of
your mother's.

No, you gave those
to your accomplice.

But I did find
that the clothes of
Mr. Burns, the American,

all had French
labels in them,

and I found this.

A list of everyone
on the riviera
with jewelry worth stealing.

Listen to what it says
about US.

What good is that
going to do you?

You're already caught.

I called the police
from your room
and told them who you are

and what you did tonight.

Everything?

Oh, the boys
must have enjoyed that
down at headquarters.

Mother,
his name isn't burns.

He's a notorious Jewel thief
called the cat.

And what's he doing
here now, lamb,

if he already
has got the junk?

Returning to
the scene of his crime.

Since when is love
a crime?

His name is robie,
and for my money
he's a real man,

not one of those milksops
you generally take up with.

Mother, after all...
After all, my foot.

Why do you think
we moved so many times?
Hmm?

Your father was a swindler,
dear, but a lovable one.

You ask me,
this one's a bigger
operator on every level.

Thank you, madame.
Mother, this is why

I've had to spend half my life
traveling around the world
after you,

to keep men like this
away from you.

Well, after this,
let me run
my own interference.

Looks like the blockers
are having all the fun.

Well, if she doesn't have
any common sense, I do.

Oh, shut up.

They were my baubles
that were stolen.

If I don't care,
why should you?
They're insured.

Now, the big question is,
where do we go from here?

To jail.

Where is he?

Who?
John robie.

Never heard of him.

Mother, the book
you're reading is upside down.

We may be in France,
but I'm still an American,

and a man is innocent
until he's proved guilty.

Proved.
That won't be hard.

What's bothering you is
John robie's the first man

who wouldn't fall down
and roll over for you.

Oh, mother,
he played US both for fools,
and you know it.

I know you
ought to be spanked
with a hairbrush

and sent back to school,
public school,

where they could pound
some sense into you
during recess.

He's a low,
worthless thief.

Just what did he steal
from you?

Oh, mother!

Sit down while I tell you
something about life
and John robie.

Sit down
before I knock you down.

So for three days
you've been doing nothing
but fishing.

Keep it down.

Do you still believe
I did the Stevens job?

Well, I... yes,
until you sent for me.

If you had done it,
you'd hardly risk my bringing
the police with me.

Thank you.

As you've been safely
in hiding for several days,

why did you come out
in the open?

I need your help.

Perhaps I need yours
even more.

You see, my superiors
at the London office...

Well, this time
I might solve
some of your problems,

possibly all of them.

That's too much
to hope for.

For three nights,
I've been watching one of
the villas on your list.

Oh? Which one?
The silvas',

that south American couple.

Somebody else
is watching it, too.
I've seen him in the dark,

but I haven't managed
to get close enough

to catch him
and to find out who it is.

Has he seen you?
Probably.

I want to set
a foolproof trap
for him tonight.

To do that, I'm going to need
the assistance of the police.

Naturally,
I can't approach them.

Well, how do you know
he'll be there tonight?

Somebody gave
this to germaine,
my housekeeper.

But it's in French.
What does it say?

Roughly, it says,
"robie, stay away from
the silvas' villa tonight.

"It's my night to yowl,
not yours."

Who gave it to germaine?

It was left in her
shopping basket.

Look, hughson,
get back to town
and convince lepic

to have the police
at the villa
soon after midnight.

You're actually
going there?
Of course.

But, robie, that note is
obviously bait for a trap.

Someone wants you
to go to the
silvas' tonight.

I know it.

Possibly to kill you.

Will you talk to lepic?

All right,

but, look, if this cat
doesn't show up,

the police
might get you,

and the whole thing
will turn out rather badly.

No, maybe, maybe I'd better
go along tonight
as your alibi.

Hughson, I know you get
your insurance rates
at a discount,

but why be foolhardy?

Almost everybody
in Philadelphia
reads the bulletin.

Just a minute,
mother.

What is it?
What's all the excitement?

The cat burglar's dead.

John robie?

No, a man named
foussard,

a wine steward
in a restaurant.

Honey, you better start
practicing your apologies
in two languages.

You are positive
foussard was the cat?

We have no reason
to change the story
I gave to the newspaper.

Well, that's hardly
a direct answer,
commissioner.

I cannot
give you another.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

One more point,
monsieur lepic.

This is a check
for $280,000.

That's nearly
92 million francs.

Now, since you caught
and unfortunately
killed the cat...

In our opinion,
he killed himself
attempting to escape justice.

Yeah, well, either way,
I've been instructed
by my company

to pay off
the Stevens' claim.

Now, I'm disinclined
to do this if recovery
of the jewelry is imminent.

Is it?

It will take time.

I'd say
several centuries.

Oh, I, uh, I just came in
to congratulate you
on your capture, commissaire.

Uh, all's well
that ends well, huh?

Yes, newspapers
have their headlines,

all the rich tourists
can relax,

and you, lepic,
got your publicity

and possibly a commendation
from the Paris office.

Almost everyone got
some good out of it.

Oh, except, of course,
hughson's company.

But then,
they can well afford it,
can't they, hughson?

Well, it has cut
into their assets.

Poor foussard.
Never guessed it was him.

Ordinary wine waiter.

Family man.
Wooden leg.

Oh, didn't you know?

Why, certainly.
He lost it during the war.

You know,
that's remarkable,
isn't it?

A man with a wooden leg
teaching himself
to climb up walls

and to run over the roof
with the agility
of a four-footed cat.

Is that true?

I believe he had a bad leg.

Yes, you showed
such good taste in keeping it
out of the newspapers.

Well, I think
it only fitting that I drop
into foussard's funeral,

pay my last respects.

Oh, and at the same time
get a look at the real cat,

who will certainly
be there purring.

You know
who the real cat is?

In a phrase, I do.

Well, tell the commissioner
who it is.

He wouldn't believe me.

Well, then try me.

You'd find it
hard to believe.

But when I catch the cat
on a rooftop with a handful
of stolen diamonds...

Monsieur robie, it's because
I gave this story
to the newspapers

you're at Liberty.

But the day
I catch you on a roof,

I'll call
the reporters again.

Lepic, that's all
I wanted to know.
Good day.

A most unhappy affair,
eh, robie?

Unhappy because it isn't me
down there?

Poor Danielle.

I have a great
compassion for her.

I'll look out for her.

What do you suppose happened
to all the stuff he stole?

That's a mystery.

The police have looked
in every place.

Someday it'll turn up.

The boys owe you
many thanks.

For what?

You know,
for risking the prison
to capture the cat.

Oh, that.

But you,
you have no reason
to complain, eh?

Could you be
a little more specific?

The American girl...
What's her name?

Oh, francie Stevens.
That the one?

What luck.

A beautiful woman
with love for you,
rich beyond your dreams.

I dream pretty rich.

When are you going
to america?

I didn't know I was.

You will make a great mistake
if you don't marry her

and return
to your native country.

Tell you what.

Let's talk about it
at the sanford gala
over the weekend,

you know, between
your catering duties.

You are not invited.

I will be.

What costume will you wear?

I'll figure out something
to surprise you.

Good luck.

Killer!

It's because of you he's dead.

Get out!

Get out of here, killer.

Murderer!

John?

John.

Are you going
to make it hard
for me to apologize?

Not at all.
I'm sure you're sorry.

You know I am.

Till mother told me,
I had no idea of the things
you were up against.

Yeah, well...

What are your plans now?

Now what?

That the cat burglar's dead.

Foussard isn't the cat.
But the newspapers...

The man had a wooden leg.

Wasn't he caught at a villa
trying to Rob it?

He wasn't trying to Rob it.
He was trying to kill me.

Why?

Because I was getting
too close to the cat.

Well, then who killed him?

If I ever find that out,
I'll let you know.

Goodbye, francie.
John, why bother?

You know, it's sort of
a hobby of mine, the truth.

Let me do something
to help you.
Oh, no, thanks.

Now, you've just
made your apologies.

Let's go back
to our mutual disregard
of each other.

Mr. Robie, I was wrong
about you, I think.

You might possibly
be wrong about me.

Well, now,
that's another thing
that I may never know.

Now if you'll pardon me,
I have a bus to catch.
I won't pardon you.

I'm in love with you.

Well, that's
a ridiculous thing
to say.

Is it?

You know, to you,
words are just playthings.

Were playthings.

Mmm-hmm.

I'll make you a sporting,
exciting offer.

I don't know
if I'm up to it now.

Get me an invitation
to the sanford gala.
I'll take you there.

It's costume, you know.
You can't go
without a costume.

What are you wearing?
Louis xv.

Mother and I got them
in Paris.

I'll phone you
in a day or two.

Oh, you probably wonder
why I want to go, huh?

I have an idea.

I thought you might
like to see a real,
live burglar in action.

Will it be dangerous?

Not for tourists.

Well, we're in.

Any man without a lady
on his arm can only be
a policeman.

My nerves could
stand a drink.

Your nerves
and your mother.

There they are.

Police commissioner lepic
and one of his men.

Wigs, pantaloons
and flat feet.

Come on.

Oh, my heart pills.

I can't drink champagne
without my pills.
It gives me heartburn.

Where do you think
you left them, mother?

Upstairs in our room.
They're in my purse.

Would you be a sweetie,
John, and go
and get them for me?

Of course.
I'd be delighted.

Mother.
Well, all I said was...

Never mind
what you said.

Thank you, dear.

Shall we dance?

Oui, madame.

Well, I, I hope
the London office appreciate
what I've done for them.

My feet
are killing me.

Mother was quite
a little actress tonight.

Yes, I thought
she played her part
rather well.

"Heart pills."

Frankly, I didn't believe
this scheme of yours would
work, francie, but it has.

I figured it was you
the night your father died.

He couldn't climb anything,

and you always did
his legwork for him,

even during the war
when you were a kid.

Come down, robie!

Come down, robie,
or we shall be forced
to shoot.

Put that gun down.
He's not the cat.

Then what does he do
on that roof?

Your job.
That's what he's doing.

Madame, I can only believe
what I see.
You shoot him and I'll...

John robie is just where
I knew he'd be someday.

He's not alone up there.

Oh, pull me up!

Don't shout.
It makes me nervous.
I might drop you.

Then drop me.
Whatever you say.

No!

All right, now,
you've got a full house
down there.

Begin the performance.
What performance?

You know,
the one in which
you tell them

what is what
and who is really who.

But, please, John,
I might slip.

I figure I can hold you
for about 30 seconds,
no more.

I did it for my father.

That's fine,
but I already know it.

We're telling them
down there, remember?

Oh, I'll kill you
when I get up there.

If you get up here.
Tell them.

I was working
for my father!

Now, please...

Your father is
conveniently dead.
Who else?

That's all.

You know, I'm out of training.
My fingers are beginning
to open.

Tell them who was behind it,
who engineered
the whole thing,

who knew as much about me
as I knew myself?

Go on! Go on!

Bertani.
Bertani's was behind it.

We're telling them
down there, remember?

Bertani's was behind it!

That's right.
Oh, no! Please,
please.

Who brought you up here?
The police.

And we would have
caught you, too, if my dress
hadn't gotten caught

all over the steering wheel
and gearshift.

It was only 20 minutes ago
I said goodbye.

As quickly as you could.

Didn't I thank you?
Politely.

Well, then...

Oh, John,
you left in such a hurry,
you almost ran.

I had work
to do up here.

Were you afraid to admit
that you just can't do
everything by yourself,

and that
you needed the help
of a good woman,

and you just aren't
the lone wolf
you think you are?

All right. Without you,
I couldn't have done it.

I needed the help
of a woman.

I guess
I'm not the lone wolf
I thought I was, francie.

Well, I just wanted
to hear you say that.

Thank you.

Goodbye.
Goodbye.

So this is where you live.

Oh, mother will love it
up here.