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Max: This is my boss, Jonathan Hart,

a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H, she's gorgeous.

She's one lady who knows how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them,

which ain't easy, because when they met,

it was murder.

Put some oil on my back, Tommy, darling.

Well, what's so fascinating?

The Josephine Tiara.

The what?

The diamond crown Napoleon gave Empress Josephine.

After 150 years,

the Paris Historical Society

has finally unearthed it.

If it's cut up

and the stones sold individually,

we could net over 20 million Francs.

Well, that's more than we got

from that ratty old Baron.

And double what we picked up on the Middlehaven job.

But it's gonna be well protected.

Nothing I can't handle.

Well, where do we take it?

Jonathan: Paris.

Paris?

Paris.

We'll be there.

Jennifer: Who was that on the phone darling?

Claude Luter.

Oh.

They're holding the auction next Friday

- and we are bidding. - Good.

I didn't notice a catalog

from Luter in the mail.

Well, that's because they're only auctioning off

one item, Max,

and that's a tiara that Napoleon gave

to Josephine in 1809.

Gee.

Do you realize how important that is?

No.

Well, this is one of the few times

that the French government

has allowed a national art treasure

out of the country.

If a foreigner gets it.

And this foreigner is gonna try

as hard as he can.

And you're buying it for Mrs. H?

For me and for all the women in the world.

It's our industry's contribution

to the county museum.

I'd like to leave as soon as possible

so that we don't arrive at the auction

- with any jetlag. - Well then, let's get packing.

Freeway, I'm gonna take you to the pet shop

and show you some French poodles.

That's as close to Paris as we'll get.

Come on.

How did it go?

Piece of cake.

We go in through the roof door, here.

How about security?

Standard lock.

I can pick that in a second.

And inside?

For red at the doors.

A time lock on the display room

and pressure plates under the carpets.

How many guards?

Three, all armed.

So how do we get past them?

Well, the only one we have to worry about

is the man in the foyer.

At about 2:20, he begins his rounds.

Where is the tiara?

In the display room.

The door timer goes off at 2:30 precisely.

We'll be waiting outside,

ready to walk right in.

Sounds incredible.

Where do we neutralize the fuse box

for the inside alarm?

At the foot of the stairs.

Here.

Suppose something goes wrong?

I'll have the Walther with the silencer

and you take the .38.

Pow, pow.

Ah, you expect the competition

this afternoon to be quite keen.

You know what I'm really surprise about

is that nobody is here representing

the Getty Museum.

The Josephine Tiara is only 175 years old.

The Getty people don't even nibble

unless it's B.C.

Uhm.

Before creation.

Beautiful.

The doctor says I shouldn't have coffee.

Why, Claude?

My heart.

But I can no more resist it

that I can resist other temptations.

After the auction, will you stay in Paris?

No, we thought we might drive to the Coup de Coeur.

Oh, it's very crowded on the Coup de Coeur

this time of year.

We'll stay off the beaten track.

How would you like to amble

through the Dordogne

and then head west to the Pyrenees

like we did last year?

Lovely.

Do you remember that one little, little inn

we stayed in in Perpignan?

The end of our trip.

Didn't see a soul.

Didn't even see Perpignan.

Claude: Sounds delightful.

2:35, is there anything I can show you

before the gallery opens?

Well, there is one thing I would like to see.

I would love to see

- the tiara, wouldn't you? - I love it.

Before the crowds get there, Claude, is that possible?

Why not?

After all, it is my gallery.

Oh, just a minute.

- Ready? - Yup.

Jennifer Edwards?

Pierre Duval.

Oh, no.

This is amazing. Yeah.

- You look ravishing. - Oh, thank you.

Oh, darling, Pierre Duval.

My husband, Jonathan Hart.

- Enchante. - Claude Luter.

Pierre: Monsieur.

Pierre and I were the Sorbonne together.

- Isn't that amazing? - What a surprise.

I wish we had time to catch up.

- Oh, wouldn't that be nice... - Yes.

But I'm afraid we were just leaving.

Oh, darling.

I have a few things to take care of with Claude.

I could go ahead at the gallery.

You could meet me there in a few minutes.

- Would you mind? - Not at all.

- Pierre, nice to have met you. - My pleasure.

- See you later, darling. - See you later.

Monsieur.

Both:

Oh, Monsieur Luter, bonjour.

And the tiara is in here.

Close the door.

One word and you are dead.

You'll never get out of here.

Do as he says.

Jonathan, they have the tiara.

Jonathan.

As in Jonathan Hart?

That's correct.

Tommy: Hart Industries.

Well, put your hands up, Mr. Hart.

The old McQuater luck is still with us.

You'll find some tape in the bag, Moni.

Tie them up.

Split up.

Put your hands together.

Madame, I am not well.

My heart.

I need a medication.

We'll be gone in a few minutes.

When the gallery opens,

you'll both be rescued in good health.

Well, that's very kind of you, old fellow.

Put your hands together.

Leave him.

You want that man to die?

Do you want to join him?

Why don't you take the tiara?

Go out the way you came in

and let me get some help for this man.

And alert the police?

No way, Hart.

Now stand back.

Into the gallery! Move now!

Michelot: Come out,

or we will come in and get you.

The roof?

The gallery is surrounded. We'll never make it.

Why don't you give yourself up?

You'll serve less time.

If we're trapped, so are you, Mr. Hart.

Remember that.

You're free to go.

Tell the police we have Jonathan Hart

and we're prepared to negotiate.

Michelot: Come out with your hands up.

You have 60 seconds.

What's going on here?

There has been an attempted robbery

in the gallery, Madame.

They may be armed.

My husband is in there.

- Who is he? - Jonathan Hart.

Well, we have the situation under control.

Now please get back.

Get down.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

That's Monsieur Luter.

Get an ambulance!

We have Jonathan Hart here.

Jonathan.

Get back.

What are you worth, Hart?

90 million?

200?

400?

I'm worth nothing to you if I'm dead.

Who are you?

If you want Jonathan Hart alive,

you'll give me what I ask.

Then we must talk.

No police.

I will be unarmed and alone.

If I see one John Doe move a muscle,

Hart is dead.

Let me go.

Impossible.

You are a civilian.

But you heard what he just said.

He won't talk to the police.

Who else are you gonna send in?

I cannot risk your life.

Inspector,

my entire life is inside that building.

Get the names and the descriptions

and how they are armed.

I won't risk my husband's life.

We are sending in Madame Hart.

No.

Stay where you are.

Leave the purse.

That's far enough.

Are you all right?

So far.

I'm authorized to hear your demands.

A car to take us to Orly airport.

A plane with fuel to take us

at least 3,000 miles,

and no tricks or he gets it.

You have an hour.

Get out, darling, now.

Take the information

and if the police cooperate,

I'll be all right.

Go on.

Move.

What do they want?

They want a car to take them to Orly

and they want a plane waiting.

- Oh, impossible. - Why?

We do not give in to blackmail, madame.

Inspector, if your wife was in there,

what would you do?

I am single, madame.

How many of them are there?

Two. A man and woman.

Weapons?

Two guns.

The woman is blonde, very tan,

about 30-ish, I guess.

Very attractive, French.

The man?

He's tall, about 40 I think, dark.

He's English.

McQuater. Tommy McQuater.

You know him?

He is a psychotic who steals jewels

for the thrill of it.

He has killed before for no reason.

He has always eluded me until now.

Inspector, he said

if we don't do what they say,

he'll kill my husband.

You wouldn't risk that

just to catch a thief, would you?

Of course not, madame.

The car is no problem.

The plane, it is another matter.

It may take a little time.

Oh, listen. Hart Industries

has a Gulfstream at Orly airport,

you can use that.

Very well.

McQuater, McQuater,

everything is being arranged as you wish.

Do not harm Mr. Hart.

There. Excusez moi, madame.

I have the arrangements to make.

When are you going to release me?

When we reach our destination.

Where is that?

Somewhere with white sand,

palm trees, good food,

and no extradition treaty with France.

McQuater, you have your car.

You will not be harmed.

You have a beautiful wife, Mr. Hart,

who seems to love you.

Try to escape

and she'll be an instant widow.

What are you doing?

Following them, madame.

I'm going with you.

You have played your part

magnificently, madame.

From now on, it is police business.

Instigate code blue.

What's that?

As they say, just a routine.

Oh, my God.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

Jennifer: You lied to me.

You risk my husband's life

and for all I know, he could be dead by now.

He was shot in the arm, madame.

People seldom die from such wounds.

No, but they feel pain.

And what about that stupid stunt you pulled?

What are you trying to do Inspector?

Win yourself a medal?

I have many medals, madame.

I understand your concern

must be for your husband.

With me, I have a larger interest.

Paris has become the playground

for terrorists and extremists of all kinds.

Many an innocent Frenchman

has been killed over causes

you knew nothing about.

A rule has been made,

blackmail demands will not be met.

Who made that rule?

Above my head, madame.

Oh, perhaps the American ambassador

will have something to say about this.

You heard?

Oh, yes.

I admire a woman of spirit.

It is sad that McQuater

will almost certainly kill her husband.

But if he escapes France, why would he do that?

Because he is mad, my friend.

He enjoys taunting us and inflicting pain.

He won't escape France

through the normal exit routes.

You think a man of McQuater's experience

will take a chartered flight?

There are borders with Belgium that leaks like a soup.

Switzerland, the same.

In the southwest, the Pyrenees honeycombed

with smugglers' trails.

I'll alert customs and send men

to the isolated crossings.

You forget one thing, Sergeant,

all the time he has Monsieur Hart,

we dare not to touch him.

Jonathan: Where are we?

Tommy: In Dordogne.

What if he dies?

Madeleine will patch him up.

She took a bullet out of my leg once

with a bread knife.

Let's take him to the barn.

- How serious is it? - I don't know.

He's lost a lot of blood.

He's our passport out of France.

For God's sake keep him alive long enough for that.

Jennifer: I don't know where to go to, Max.

No, they don't say that.

They said they're doing all they can.

What did the cops say?

The cops are just interested

in catching the thieves.

Oh, Max,

I'm just so scared for him.

I don't know what to do.

You stay right where you are.

I'm hopping the next plane.

No, no, no, don't do that.

You could do more while you're there.

Just call Senator Patton,

see if there's anything he can do.

I'll do that.

Thanks.

I'm sorry about all this, Mrs. H.

Me too, Max.

Good night.

Hello?

Inspector Michelot.

Have you heard anything about my husband?

McQuater will call me at midnight.

He wants to strike a bargain,

but first I have to know

if Monsieur Hart is alive.

Only you can identify his voice for us.

I'll be right there.

Oh.

I'm gonna telephone Paris.

Speak to your wife,

confirm that you're alive

and being well treated

without indicating where you are.

Is that clear?

Inspector Michelot.

Listen, don't attempt to keep me talking

so you could trace the call.

Just listen to what I have to say.

Advise all your checkpoints

that any car whose occupants present Jonathan Hart's passport

is to be let through without delay.

You may have his passport

but how do I know you have him alive?

This is Jonathan Hart.

A moment, monsieur.

Darling, is that you?

Yes. It's me, my love.

Are you hurt badly?

I'm fine.

It's too bad this trip

won't end up at Montagnes like last year.

McQuater: You heard him, Mrs. Hart.

Confirm that to the Inspector

and we'll all get out of this in one piece.

- Cheerio. - Oh, no, wait a minute. Wait...

Damn.

Was that your husband?

We will drive you back to the hotel.

What will they do to him?

Use the exit visa, madame.

They will not harm him until they cross the border

and then, they will have no reason.

No, don't worry.

Hey, Claude drive madame out to her hotel.

Bonsoir madame and don't worry.

Did you see her face?

She was distraught.

She reacted immediately

at the mention of Montagne.

I think that is a clue to his whereabouts.

Have her followed.

If I am right,

she will lead us to McQuater.

Go.

Jennifer: Darling, is that you?

Jonathan: Yes, it's me, my love.

Jennifer: Are you hurt badly?

Jonathan: No, I'm fine.

It's too bad this trip

won't end up at Montagnes like last year.

Pierre, you're the only person

I know in Paris who can help me.

What can I do? Just ask.

Jonathan gave me a clue to where he is.

Did you tell the police?

Of course, not.

They'll probably pull some stupid stunt

and endanger his life again.

I don't want anyone to know.

Thank you. Merci.

It's okay.

Where is he?

Near Perpignan.

How do you know?

Because on the telephone last night,

he said he was very sorry

our trip wouldn't end in Montagnes

like last year.

Last year, our trip ended in Perpignan.

We will get the car.

Thank you, Pierre.

This is the first time I've been photographed

since I was sent down from Oxford.

When do we leave?

Andre will meet us over at the border

with the plane at 4:00 AM.

Stop, you bloody fool.

- You can't get away. - Back, now.

I'm beginning to take a real dislike

to you, Mr. Hart.

You break into the gallery

and turn a perfectly planned heist

into a fiasco.

You tried the old fleeing bit

at the ambush and get yourself shot.

We patch you up

and you repay me by doing it again.

You're an ungrateful person, Jonathan.

One more move like that and I'll kill you.

I don't think you'll do that.

I'm your passport to freedom.

Don't bank on it, Mr. Millionaire.

And once we're safely across the border,

I'm going to take great pleasure

in sending a slug right there.

Excusez moi, monsieur.

Have you seen a sedan like this

in the last 24 hours?

Oh, the Jonathan Hart kidnapping.

I'm his wife.

The car, they brought it in today

for a new windscreen.

Were either of those two men driving?

No, only a woman.

A woman? Blonde?

- Attractive? - Uh-uh. A brunette.

Oh, in a plaid jacket.

Do you have any idea who she might be?

No. She had groceries and something from the pharmacy

on the front seat.

But I'm sure she was local.

Well, thank you very much.

Merci.

Wait.

Wait.

Now.

Let's hope we get lucky this time.

I hope this is it.

This is the third pharmacy we've been to.

Good afternoon.

May I be of service?

We're looking for a woman

who may have been in here today.

We have many customers, madame.

A brunette wearing a plaid jacket.

Do you know her?

I don't know.

Is she a friend of yours?

Do you recognize this car

or either one of these two men?

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Did you see it?

Uh-hmm. The plaid jacket?

What are they doing?

I think this is where Madam Hart's quest

is finally over.

Get out here, go to the local station

and get reinforcements.

I will telephone you there

as soon as I know where they are going.

Okay.

She went inside the barn.

Let's go.

I wish that obnoxious Inspector Michelot was here.

But he is madame.

Duck.

Come with me, madame.

We have reinforcements coming.

And keep it down.

There may be shooting.

Stay exactly where you are McQuater.

Tommy.

Go after her.

Darling, are you all right?

I'm okay.

I'm all right.

Let's go home.

Can you drive, monsieur?

- I don't think so. - Of course he can't drive.

And then you will have to madame.

I cannot let McQuater escape.

That is your problem, Inspector.

Michelot: This is not California, madame.

This is France.

All right. All right.

Can't you go any faster?

I'm doing the best I can.

There he is.

Watch it.

I have lost him. He's gone!

Not yet, he isn't.

Monsieur, don't.

I can't arrest him there.

This way, please.

- Well. - Well,

I suppose this is your crowning achievement.

You are my crowning achievement.

Jonathan: Well, that's wonderful.

Thank you very much.

That's very good news.

Bye-bye.

- That was Paris. - Uh-huh.

And Claude has been released from the hospital.

Oh, that's wonderful.

What are you reading?

Napoleon's Letters to Josephine.

Listen.

My sentiments exactly.

- Oh. - Oops.

Oh, sorry, darling.

Does that still hurt?

A little bit.

Maybe I can make it better.

Oh, not tonight, Josephine.

Want to bet?