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Thank you.

Thank you.

Look, how many more times do I have to tell you? I didn't organize the rackets.

I was the fall guy.

Your own witnesses have testified to that. If you weren't the top man,

DeMarco, then who was?

After 15 years, you must have some idea.

You must have known their names.

Sure I knew their names. Why wouldn't I?

We were all given numbers. I guess you'd call them our status symbols in what we

call the Brotherhood of Crime.

I was known as number three in charge of protection and extortion. Above me was

Nick Portrello. He took care of the cops whenever they came snooping around.

What about the one you called the big guy, number one?

Who was he?

Someone you know very well.

Mr. Gino Burand.

Burand?

The financier?

I don't believe it.

He controls one of the biggest financial syndicates in Detroit.

He's on the city council.

A very highly respected member of the community here. So what?

Where do you suppose the money came from in the first place? Well, I'll tell you.

From Ragged's, he operated right here in New York. Ragged's, which he still

operates even today. You're lying, DeMarco.

And you know it.

Any investigation into Burant and his businesses would vindicate him. Your

Honor, I object to the district attorney's accusation of perjury against

my client.

I must remind the court that he's undergoing severe emotional strain as a

result of the charges being brought unjustly against him.

I request the recess of the case.

Objection sustained, Mr. Baxter.

Your request is granted.

This court stands adjourned until 2 o'clock.

May I remind the jury that they are not to discuss this case outside of this

court.

That wasn't very fair. Not guilty.

Fall back, sir.

Come on in.

All right, kid, beat it.

Well, George, what can I do for you?

Nice to see you relaxing.

Thanks. You did a great job.

Sure, why not?

I had to get you off the hook. The only way to do that was to get the others on.

That's what you're paying me for.

By the way, I... All right, what's on your mind? Here, count yourself to a

drink. No, thanks.

What I've got to tell you can't wait, Angelo. Listen to this.

Dateline, London, Tuesday. The police are today searching for the kidnappers

of 16-year-old Tony DeMarco, son of the American gangster.

The boy had just returned from a trip to Paris when he mysteriously disappeared

from London Airport.

All efforts to trace the boy and his kidnappers have so far failed. Yeah,

that's enough.

So that's the way they're going to play it, huh?

Take it easy. Have a drink.

They didn't lose any time.

They meant business when they phoned you before you were indicted.

Your exposure to the syndicate's rackets has blown them wide open.

You can say that again.

The DA didn't have a thing to work on until I opened up.

But why should I be the fall guy?

Let me tell you how those guys operate.

Charlie Varela was running the L.A. territory.

We were kids together back in Palermo.

When we left Sicily to come to the States, the syndicate gave both of us

jobs.

Charlie got the West Coast, me, I was sent down to Florida for a while.

Started up the protection racket and headed back east.

Then, about four or five years back, yeah, 59 it was,

Charlie struck a bad patch.

Started hitting the bottle pretty hard and the business suffered.

Well, one night, Charlie really tied one on. Went back to the apartment with a

skinful.

He put his key in the door, and suddenly, goodbye, Charlie Varela.

They wired up the door latch.

Cops couldn't prove a thing. Next day, a new operator arrived to take over.

See what you mean. They don't fool around, do they?

Look, Georgie, I know the finger's on me, but I don't care anymore.

It's the kid I'm worried about.

They know they can get at me through him.

Well, what do you do, Angelo?

Ask for police protection?

I don't know.

Something.

That's for sure.

Well, Inspector Webb, I guess that's all I can tell you at the moment.

I phoned the FBI for a full report on DeMarco. When that comes through, I'll

be able to let you know more.

Is there any news of the boy?

No, I'm afraid not.

Unfortunately, we've got so little to go on, we've no idea why young DeMarco went

to Paris in the first place.

What about his school here in London?

Can't they give you any information?

Well, Sergeant Harris has been to see the headmaster.

Apparently, he didn't know the boy was going to Paris. He must have gone in the

last few days of the school holiday because he was due back at school on

Tuesday and didn't show up.

And the parents, what about them?

Well, Angelo DiMarco, you know about already, of course.

He paid the boy's school fees by bankers' draft from America.

It seems that the boy had no idea of his father's criminal record. He thought he

was a business tycoon.

What about Tony's mother?

Where does she fit in?

Well, the only contact the school have is with the boy's father.

He'll know all about the disappearance by now, I suppose.

Certainly doesn't give you much to go on.

But knowing the way you boys work, I'm sure you'll come up with something soon.

You know, there's one thing that puzzles me, Inspector.

If the headmaster at the school didn't know that Tony had gone off to Paris,

how did he know he'd been kidnapped?

Porter saw the boy being forced into a car, reported it to airport security,

and they traced the school through the boy's uncollected luggage.

Come in.

This has just arrived for you, Mr. Adams.

Thank you, Miss Burton.

This might help, Inspector.

Tony DeMarco's photograph.

Thank you.

Well, I'll get back to the yard to get a copy of this sent out to all divisions.

Good.

Thanks for your help, Mr. Adams.

Any further developments, I'll be in touch.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

Acadia Theatre, stage door.

Who?

Miss Linden?

Who wants her?

Here, this is not a private call, is it? We don't allow private calls on this

phone. This is business only.

All right, all right.

No need to get nasty.

Hang on, I'll see if I can find her.

Miss Linden!

Wanted on the phone!

Yes? You know, I've been meaning to call you for days.

Oh, not that old line again, Calvin Adams.

No, seriously, honey, I'm sorry I missed the show last night. I know I promised.

Pity. Your last chance.

We open in Paris tomorrow night.

I was just giving the girls a hand with the wardrobe when you called.

Oh, that's great. Where are you opening?

It's a top club, La Crevette.

You were there last year.

Look, um...

Why don't we get together for a quick drink before you leave? Just to show

there's no hard feelings, huh?

Come on, miss.

Don't take all day on the phone.

Other people want to use it for business, you know.

All right, if you want.

Oh, but it'll have to be quick. Our train leaves at 10 o'clock sharp.

Good. I'll meet you at 8 o'clock at the Lotus Room. How's that?

Oh, but this time, Calvin Adams, don't be late.

I don't want to miss that train.

Bye.

Come on, Harry.

Doris, I told you not to use this phone for private calls.

Yeah, well, don't do it again.

Now, get me my bookmaker.

Nearly missed the three o'clock.

Some people don't half take liberties.

Hello, this is Brumpton 4231.

Can I speak to Mr. Adams, please?

I'm afraid not, miss. It's not available at the moment.

Not available?

That is Mr. Adams' apartment, isn't it?

Yes, miss, it is.

Would you like to leave your name? I'll tell Mr. Adams.

No, never mind.

You've had a nasty crack, but you'll be all right in a minute.

If you need me anymore, you know where to find me. Right.

Good night, sir. Good night.

Can you describe these men?

Too quick for me.

I was in the corridor.

These two blokes came out of the room, shoved me out of the way.

The next thing I know, I'm following me back.

I got up and come in here, and Mr. Adams was lying on the floor.

Then I called you.

That was a hell of a crack I got. Are you feeling any better now, sir?

I guess so.

What happened we're hoping you can tell us sir All I remember was I I came in

the door and went to turn on the light switch and somebody hit me I guess I'll

get it sir Brumpton four two three one Yes, he is who's calling

oh That's for you, sir.

Thank you Yes Adams

Oh, yes, Miss Burton.

Fine. I'll be right over.

Thanks. Goodbye.

I have to go to the American Embassy.

I'll be okay now.

Very good, sir. Of course, I shall have to make out a report.

Officer, what about me?

You'll be needed for a statement later.

In the meantime, keep this to yourself.

Yeah. Good night, sir.

Good night. Thanks.

Yes, is Inspector Webb there, please?

Inspector, this is Calvin Adams.

That information has arrived from the States.

It's at the embassy.

Could you meet me there?

Fine.

Thank you.

That'll be all, Miss Burton, and I'm sorry to have kept you so late. That's

all right. Good night, Mr. Adams. Good night, Inspector.

Good night.

I was rather surprised to find you in your office.

Well, you know the old saying, a policeman's work is never done.

Here is the DeMarco report.

Thank you.

And just to bring you up to date, I was knocked out cold tonight.

Oh? Where was this?

In my apartment.

You know, whoever was behind this kidnapping means business.

Could be taken as a warning for me to lay off the investigation. There's no

other reason for it. Nobody was touched, nothing missing.

Hmm. Now, as you can see, Inspector, in this report, the kidnapping of the boy

must be linked with DeMarco's trial. They both happened within 24 hours of

each other.

Yes, I see that.

Well, one thing is for sure.

The jury brought in the wrong verdict. If ever a man was guilty, DeMarco was.

Which means that he would need police protection in the States.

After shooting his mouth off about the Mafia, you mean? Yeah.

Yes. Well, according to this, they seem to think he's already left the United

States. That means he could be anywhere.

Well, the FBI figured he could be on his way here, which probably means he's

after his son.

And the Mafia is after him.

Maybe they've chosen London as the battleground.

You mean they're going to try and smoke him out?

I suppose it's easier to settle accounts here than in the States.

Well, if the immigration people don't nab him first on illegal entry.

No, no, no.

Not in a million years.

He'd have a different passport and visa for every day of the week and country.

De Marco certainly stuck his neck out in court, giving all that information about

the syndicate and their rackets.

It took some guts to do that.

Virtually signed his own death warrant.

Now, watch this.

De Marco is known to have had business interests in Paris.

Further information will follow.

Wait a minute.

Inspector, what time do you have?

Five to ten. Why?

This is great. I had a date two hours ago.

She's leaving in five minutes. Who?

Carol, she's a friend of mine. She's going to Paris in the boat train.

Paris?

Tony DiMarco arrived here in a plane from Paris.

Yes.

Now, I think you ought to go out there.

You can take the first plane in the morning and you can use your girlfriend

as the reason for going.

That's not a bad idea, Inspector.

I can call on the French police at the same time and see if they can help.

Yes, ask for Inspector Bresson.

In the meantime, I'll brief immigration about DeMarco's disappearance and I'll

make some inquiries about that attack on you. Fine. Inspector, could I buy you a

drink?

Yes, I rather think you can. Good.

Stewardess, could I have a package of cigarettes, please?

Would you like one of mine to be going on with? Thanks, no.

Your first trip to Paris, is it, Mr... Adams.

Do you know, my Harry says that there's nothing like travelling to broaden your

outlook on life.

Of course, he doesn't travel very much himself, but, you know, he looks at

those coloured brooches for hours on end.

And, of course, he goes to see all these saucy French films, you know.

Yes, he wouldn't miss one of them for anything, although really what he sees

in them beats me.

I have seen one of them myself, you know. It was on the telly.

I think it was an old film.

And do you know...

that all they'd seem to do in it was just talk about where they were going to

put the gentleman's toilet in the village.

Thank you.

Of course, my Harry, he's what you might call a student of psychology.

Yes, he's very, very interested in his fellow man, and he'd do anything for

anyone he would. He would. Do you know that he actually drew out all his

savings just so that I could have this week's holiday in Paris?

Well, you see, he said he wanted me to mix more, you know, with the hyperloy.

Parasites. I think that's what he calls them.

I say, you're a funny one. I don't think you've heard a word I said.

Why isn't he on this trip with you?

Who? Oh, Harry.

Oh, well, you see, it's like I said, he's a student of human nature.

He's gone to Brighton for his holiday.

He's taken our lodger with him too, you know.

He said she'll help him to broaden his outlook on life.

Hmm.

Congratulations, Carol.

Nice routine.

New, isn't it? Thank you, Madame Perrault. Yes, it is new. Especially for

tonight's opening.

You know, the routines seem to be much more expressive now than they were when

I was a dancer.

But that's a very long time ago.

Before I started worrying about running this place and keeping all the customers

happy. Won't you stay for the next one?

Yes, all right.

Could I buy you a drink?

You?

What's Mr. Big doing here?

Well... All right, girls. Ten-minute break.

Now, calm down, honey. I'm sorry about last night.

Sorry? I should hope you would be sorry.

But you needn't have come all this way to apologize.

You've stood me up for the last time, Mr. Adams.

Look, sweetheart, I couldn't make it for a very good reason.

Don't sweetheart me.

I'm not interested in your reasons.

Still...

I must say, it's very flattering for someone to come all this way.

Oh, don't get me wrong.

I'm here on business, not pleasure.

Oh, I see.

Well, in that case, I've got business to attend to.

And you're holding me up.

Well, Carol, aren't you going to introduce me?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Madame Perrault, this is Mr. Calvin Adams from the American Embassy in

London. How do you do? What brings you to Paris, Mr. Adams?

Oh, just a little unfinished business.

And to see Carol, perhaps.

I'd like to think so. She was never easy to convince.

What woman is?

Well, perhaps you'll have a chance to see the show, Mr. Adams. I hope so.

Please excuse me. It's very nice to meet you. I hope we meet again.

English. A charming woman.

I'm glad you think so.

Now, if you don't mind, I've a lot to do.

Will your business allow you to see me again?

Why not?

Shouldn't take long.

Got a date with the police.

Police? Then it is important.

My, we are lucky, aren't we?

You've got brains as well as beauty.

And now, Monsieur Adams, how can I be of any assistance to you?

Well, I'm working on a particular case with Inspector Webb of Scotland Yard.

Inspector Webb? How is he? Just fine. Oh, I've spoken to him many times on the

telephone, but we've never met.

Now, this case concerns the kidnapping of a boy in London.

He arrived in an Air France plane from Paris.

You're referring to the DiMarco boy. We know of this already through Interpol,

but... Entrez.

Pardon.

Merci.

Oh. This is for you.

Thank you.

This is very interesting. It's from my secretary in London.

It says, FBI have cabled information on DeMarco. Stop.

Copy to web. Stop.

DeMarco known to run business in Paris ten years ago. Stop.

The name of the club was La Crevette.

La Crevette. Oh, I know it very well. I've been there many times. The girls,

formidable.

I've just come from there. I met a charming woman, Madame Perrault.

Perrault, Charmant, oui.

An English woman running a nightclub in Paris.

It's not so unusual, monsieur.

Do you know anything about her, her background?

Very little. Only when people break the law do we get to know them. She's

married to Henri Perrault.

You never met him.

Everybody in Paris knows Henri.

During the war, he was a very important member of the resistance movement. He

has many decorations for bravery.

Sounds like a hell of a man.

I'd sure like to meet him.

You will.

You're in Paris.

You cannot fail to meet Ari.

Permit me to introduce myself.

Perrault. Henri Perrault.

What the hell's going on here?

You must forgive the intrusion, Monsieur Adams.

Perrault? You?

Yes. I came in through the window, but you were not in, so I began to look

around.

Nothing is missing, I assure you.

Why the window?

Ah, it's an old habit from the resistance days.

Oh, pardonez-moi.

Will you join me?

Well, I might as well. I'm paying for it. Yeah?

It's very expensive.

Santé.

Yeah.

So... You met my wife this morning, huh?

There's a real Anglo-Saxon beauty, huh?

You don't like?

Go ahead.

Help yourself.

You know...

I was told that I'd meet you sooner or later, but not under such interesting

circumstances.

Tell me, to what do I owe the honor of this visit?

Shall we say to welcome you to Paris and to extend to you the

hospitality of La Crevette?

I must say it's a very warm welcome.

And for you, I imagine, interesting.

Something tells me it will be.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Mais ça m'est égal Je me moque de ce qu'on dit Car moi je trouve que c'est

normal De t'aimer follement mon amour De t'aimer follement nuit et jour

Je pense à chaque instant Que tout peut m'arriver Mais mon coeur ne peut changer

Il sera toujours vraiment content De t'aimer follement mon amour

De t'aimer follement nuit et jour

What could people say? What could people do? What could people think if people

knew I was with you? Making love, making love, making love, making

love What could people think? What if people knew? Instead of being

off to school all day, I was with you Making love, making love, making love,

making love

I don't care what they think. I don't care what they do.

I don't care what they care about.

All I ever care about is you.

Making love.

Making love.

Making love.

Making love.

Making love.

Making love.

Bravo! Magnifique!

The wonderful performance, Mr. Adams. Don't you agree?

I certainly do. You have to look at Henri.

You'd think he'd never seen a beautiful woman before.

A professional interest, my dear. It had better be.

Come, we must celebrate.

Champagne.

Pierre!

That's it.

I've just seen Carol. Would you excuse me a moment? Of course.

I refilled your glass. Oh, thanks.

Oh, by the way, I invited Carol to join us when she's finished backstage.

Hope you don't mind.

Perfect, Monsieur Adam. I will open the other bottle. Wait, take it easy.

Oh, wonderful.

This is great.

C'est magnifique.

You know, I'm really enjoying this.

Would you care to dance, Madame Perrault? Well, I'd love to.

Excuse me.

Of course, enjoy yourselves.

Good to see you looking so relaxed, Mr. Adams. Oh, let's not be formal. The

name's Calvin.

You know, I was just about to say that I don't usually have the opportunity of

relaxing.

This city sort of does something to a guy.

I feel I belong here.

I know exactly what you mean.

Are you feeling all right?

That champagne sure has a kick.

Here comes Carol.

I feel dizzy. Excuse me.

And, Monsieur Adams. No, no, no. No more for me, thanks.

Ah, then drink it up. This is my party.

And tonight, Carol, Paris is at your feet.

Credit must go to the girls.

Without them, there wouldn't be issue. Carol, you're just being modest.

I'm sure Mr. Adams would agree.

Sure. I agree.

Same old Calvin.

Reliable as ever.

By all means, sir.

Yes, I have been in touch with Interpol.

Yes, sir.

Yes.

Goodbye.

Come in.

Yes, Harris.

I've petered the airline officer.

They've traced young DeMarco's ticket.

It was a return.

London, Paris.

Made on the 16th.

16th?

And the boy was kidnapped on the 20th.

That means he spent four days in Paris.

Or maybe he didn't stay there, sir.

Could have gone on from there, by rail.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Well, have the airline office got any reference address or telephone number?

No, sir, I thought of that. The ticket was paid for in cash, handed over

immediately. Just a record of the name.

Well, that doesn't help us much, does it?

No, sir.

What was the father on trial for, sir?

Well, according to the Federal Bureau of Investigation, operating protection

rackets for the Mafia, intimidation of nightclub owners...

I'm bribery of high-ranking police officials.

Oh, I see.

Now, since you've done so well with the airline office, let's see if you can

repeat your success with Somerset House.

Yes, sir.

Well, apparently DeMarco was married during the war while he was serving with

the American army in London.

So there'd be a record of the marriage at Somerset House. Exactly.

So why don't you pop along and have a look at it? We may learn something more.

Yes, sir.

Webb?

Yes, all right, put him through.

Yes, Harris.

Well, how did you get on at Somerset House?

Okay, sir, I've checked the register.

The report was correct.

He was married in London to a Georgina Mason.

Address was given as number 10, Albury Road, Kennington.

I'm there now, sir.

Good.

Unfortunately, not so good, sir. The place is due for demolition.

But I've got the agent's name.

All right, well, you'd better go and see them, Harris, now that you've got this

far. Very good, sir.

The erection plans have yet to be finalized, but I think I can state with

confidence that my plan already shows signs of great promise.

Subject, of course, to... post...

You really are little butterfingers, aren't you?

Oh, where was I?

Oh, yes.

Subject, of course, to...

Miss Jenkins, um... Gloria, I... Hello.

Well, you'll have to wait. I'm busy.

I'm working.

Very funny.

Detective?

Well, what the hell does he want?

Well, you'd better send him in.

I'm sorry, dear. I'm afraid we'll have to, uh... Oh, well, that'll be all for

now, Miss Jenkins.

Oh, it's a silent trouble, Mr. Goldberg. I'm... O'Leary.

My partner's name is Goldberg.

My father was an Irishman.

Oh, I see.

What can I do for you, Inspector?

A silence, sir. Simon Harris, CID.

Oh.

What's the trouble, then, Sergeant?

I'm trying to trace the occupants of No. 10 Albury Road, sir. Perhaps you can

help. No. 10?

No. 10?

There's nobody lived in that house for the last three years.

Hang on a minute.

I've got to get somewhere.

Yeah. There we are.

Three years ago, did I say? I tell a lie. They left there four and a half

years ago.

Very nice people, those masons, you know.

Yeah, they lived there a long time.

Very good family.

You know, paid their rent regularly. That's all very well, but where did they

move to?

Well, nothing on here about it.

Now, where did she go to?

Yeah.

Yeah, I remember they took her away.

She's in St. Peter's Hospital.

Mr. Adams? Miss Burton, get me Scotland Yard.

Inspector Webb.

Yes, sir.

Hello? Oh, Mr. Adams, what are you doing back in London? I thought you were still

in Paris.

I was until this morning.

By the way, did you get a cable regarding DeMarco's interest in Paris?

Good. Well, I went to the crevette. Something must have happened. I passed

out. Next thing I remember was waking up in the plane.

What do you mean? You got drunk?

Drunk? Hell, I was drugged.

Oh, then who put you on the plane?

I don't know.

All I know is I got back about 7 o'clock, went over to my place, took a

shower, and I still feel rotten.

You know, Inspector, somebody must have known that I'd be back today even before

I did.

Why? How's that?

A very polite little warning in my mail.

Date marked yesterday posted in London.

Oh, by the way, we've got a possible lead on DeMarco, his wife.

I'm going over to see her. Do you want to come along?

Yeah, I'd be glad to.

Besides, the air will do me some good.

About 30 minutes?

And as I told you on the phone, Inspector, my patient's in a highly

emotional state.

However, under the exceptional circumstances, I suppose just a few

minutes.

Thank you, Doctor. We're very grateful.

If you care to take a seat, gentlemen.

This is Mrs. Mason.

I was expecting a younger woman.

This is Mrs. Alice Mason, gentlemen.

You must be thinking of her daughter, Georgina.

Mrs. Mason.

Where is your daughter?

My daughter.

She's gone.

To America, perhaps?

America?

You're American.

Go away.

I was afraid this would happen, gentlemen.

I'll have to ask you to go.

I'm sorry about this, Doctor.

I hope she'll be all right.

Well, that was a wasted journey. Pity, I thought we might have learned something

coming down here.

What's this?

I picked that up off the floor in there. Fell out of the old lady's handbag.

Now, I know this is faded, but it could be the daughter.

Yes, indeed it could.

I'll get the lab to run off some copies of this.

Yeah, then I can return the original to the doctor.

He'll understand why I took it.

Davis, any news from the office? No, sir.

I should have thought immigration would have had some news on DeMarco by now.

You're being optimistic, aren't you?

Well, I'm going back to the yard.

I'll drop you off at the embassy on the way. If you don't mind, I'll go with

you. Maybe your sergeant has something new to report.

And I'd like to find out if anything can be done about that photograph.

Yes, sir.

Right, come in, Mr. Adams.

Well, it's quite a morning we've had.

One way or the other.

Yes, sir? Get Burford of the photo lab in my office right away, will you? And

where's Sergeant Harris?

He's gone over to the immigration people, sir.

Said to tell you he won't be long.

Right, let me know as soon as he comes in.

Well, that was quite a devastating effect you had on the old lady.

Just because I'm an American.

Smart piece of work you did picking up this picture.

Unfortunately, in my position, I'm not allowed that kind of latitude.

Come in.

You same for me, sir?

Yes, perfect.

This is Mr. Calvin Adams of the American Embassy. He's working on the DiMarco

case with us.

Pleased to know you, sir. Thank you.

Now, can you get that enlarged and cleaned up?

We know it's old and faded, but... Perhaps you can sharpen it up a bit.

Well, it's difficult to tell without a test print, sir, but we'll do our best.

When do you want it? Soon as possible.

Well, in that case, I'd better get on with it immediately, sir.

I'll let you know when the new negative is ready for viewing.

Thank you.

Well, I'd better run along. Yes, I'll get you a car. Take you back to the

office. No, no, no, don't worry about me.

I'm going back to my apartment first anyway.

Thanks for the offer.

Hello. Mr. Adams?

Yes, speaking.

You received a note from us.

Yes, I did.

Who is this?

Never you mind. Just listen.

That was intended to be a final warning, but it doesn't seem to have taken

effect.

Look, Adams, for the last time, stay out of our business.

We know what we're doing, and it's no concern of yours. Understand?

You almost missed me. I got a call from Inspector Bresson.

DeMarco has been seen over there. He had a tip-off.

Yes, that's why Sergeant Harris came back empty-handed from immigration.

It seems our friend DeMarco went straight to Paris after leaving the

United States.

I was sure they'd have spotted him if he tried to land in this country.

I guess you're right, Inspector.

The threat from the Mafia would have forced him to go underground in London.

Well, I've no doubt they'll do the same over there.

Let's hope that we find him before they do.

Apparently I'm being tagged as well.

Somebody knows you and I went to the hospital.

I got another warning to lay off the case. We must be stepping on someone's

toes.

I wonder whose.

That could be the kidnappers.

You know, I've been thinking, Inspector.

There are three possible motives for the kidnapping.

Either to bring DeMarco out in the open, or to maintain a hold on DeMarco, or to

get the ransom money, right?

Yes. Okay.

Now, if we're right and the kidnapping is tied up in some way with DeMarco

giving evidence against the mafia, then he would almost certainly know who the

kidnappers are.

Yes. Well, what the hell is he doing in Paris when the kidnapping took place

over here?

Well, we shan't know the answer to that until we find DeMarco.

Always supposing he's alive when we do find him.

Now, wait a minute.

We hear DeMarco is seen in Paris.

We also know that he used to run the Cravet Club.

This could be the link.

So we're getting close.

Look, I suppose you know what you're doing, but you will try and come back to

us, won't you?

If I run into any trouble, I'll yell for Inspector Bresson.

Oh, by the way, if you want to contact me, I'll be at the Hotel Braganza,

Avenue Marceau. Hotel Braganza, I'll remember that.

Just a minute.

You might like to take this with you, the blab of the photo you picked up at

the hospital.

I think the lab boys have done quite a good job on it, considering what they

had to start with.

Yeah, I know her.

Entrez. Ah, Monsieur Adams, how very nice to see you again.

Where is your wife?

My wife?

She was here a moment ago. Is she not downstairs?

No, I was told I'd find her here.

Monsieur Adams, what's wrong? You seem troubled.

Oh, I believe you know why I'm here.

I was drugged and your wife had me sent to London.

I don't know what you're talking about. Drugged? My wife sends you to London?

Surely you can't be serious.

I am quite serious.

Ah, here you are.

Why, Mr. Adams, I thought you were in London.

Monsieur Adams seems to think we have some reason for keeping him out of

Paris. What nonsense? What reason could we possibly have?

Well, that's a question you could answer better than anyone.

Perhaps you'll explain to the police when they charge you with bigamy.

You are accusing my wife... Bigamy, Mr. Adams?

What are you talking about? It doesn't make sense.

I have proof you were already married when you went through the ceremony with

Perrault.

This is ridiculous.

Henri is my husband.

Now get out.

I'm sure Inspector Bresson will be interested in what I have to say.

It's me, Calvin.

Go away. I don't want to see you. Honey, open up. Just a minute.

Look, I told you downstairs.

We're through.

Shh. Be quiet.

Now, look. I understand how you must feel about the other night. But it

wasn't my fault. I wasn't drunk. I was drugged.

Drugged? Yeah. And believe me, it involves this club.

The club?

But how?

I'll explain it all later.

All right. I'll see you then.

I told you this would happen. Now look at the mess we're in.

Nothing to worry about. Everything will be all right. I hope so.

Oh, Carol.

I hear your Mr. Adams is back in Paris.

Yes. He was here a little while ago.

He's gone back to his hotel.

Oh, is he coming back?

I should so like to meet him again. He seems such a charming man.

Yes, I think he's coming back later on.

Come in the doors unlocked Won't you come

in?

Thank you Please sit down and make yourself comfortable I'll fix you a

drink Scott fine.

I Knew you'd come to see me sooner or later.

It's much better this way.

How did you know?

Let's just say I knew you'd be curious to find out how much I really do know

about you

And how much do you know, Mr. Adams?

Didn't it ever occur to you that I might stumble on your secret?

I told you I had proof.

It's just a photograph of a girl.

Your act in front of Henri didn't fool me for a minute.

The girl in the photograph, Georgina Mason, one time known as Georgina

DeMarco.

Do you recognize her?

Now known as you.

Madame Henri Perrault.

All right, Mr. Adams, I admit it.

You've been very clever.

I didn't think you'd go back that far.

But where does it get you?

Okay, so you've found me.

What now?

Well, that Madame Perrault, I should say, Mrs. DeMarco, is entirely up to

you. Oh, really, Mr. Adams, don't be so naive.

I've done nothing wrong.

Nothing criminally wrong.

I suppose you could say that I was still married to Angelo when I met and married

Henri. But remember, Angelo left me.

He left me stranded all those years.

Why shouldn't I consider myself free to marry again?

After all, Mr. Adams, this is France.

After all I'd been through, I felt I... I had everything to gain and nothing to

lose.

Still I don't suppose I can expect you to understand that Now if you don't mind

I'd like that photograph on one condition Tell me where your son is

Thank you.

Tell me, do you really hate DeMarco that much that you'd get retribution by

putting your own son in jeopardy?

My son was never in any jeopardy, Mr. Adams.

Ask yourself one question. Why was there never any demand for ransom?

Tony's in safe hands. I've seen to that.

I'm not after Angelo's money.

You don't know him.

He's vicious.

He'd stop at nothing.

The only person he's ever really cared for in the whole of his life is Tony.

So I... I had to use him as a lever.

It's the only way I could be certain of getting Angelo out of America and into

the open.

Or his own gang could deal with him.

Suppose the court had found him guilty.

What then?

Simple. Then there'd be no need for us to have hidden my son away.

Us? You mean you and Henri? Henri.

No, he knows nothing of this.

The Mafia have very long arms, Mr. Adams.

I've merely used them in my fight against Angelo.

His own gang?

Boy, I look so surprised.

You knew they were after him.

A perfect arrangement, don't you agree?

But just one more thing.

If you hated DeMarcus so much, why have you never divorced him? You had every

reason for doing so.

How right you are, Mr. Adams.

Except for one thing.

Our religion forbids it.

No sooner or later. I know he'll come to France looking for his son And then

they'll be waiting for him I've got news for you.

He's already here somewhere in Paris How can you be so certain?

Like you I also have friends Thank you for coming and telling me where your

boy is I'll keep my part of the bargain your secret is safe with me madame Perot

and Georgina DeMarco As far as I'm concerned she never existed

It's getting late.

Come on, I'll take you to the club. Thank you.

Mais qui savait le nom des quatre mille étoiles Et me prenait la main pour mieux

me les compter Qui faisait d'un orage une carte postale En dessinant mon cœur

sur le sable mouillé C'était toi,

c'était toi Celui qui se disait

professeur de tendresse Qui se moquait de moi quand je ne voulais pas Celui qui

se vantait d'avoir eu des princesses Et de se fiancer mais de n'épouser

pas Mais qui riait trop fort en ouvrant mon corps sage Et qui ne

riait plus en touchant mes genoux Qui s'endormait tout doux sur mon épaule

sage Qui m'appelait pas belle et qui m'aimait beaucoup C'était toi

C'était toi

Celle qui plaisantait un matin de septembre en descendant

C'était moi, c'était

moi, j'avais 15 ans.

What are you doing in my office?

Who are you?

I guess I could ask you the same thing.

The name's DeMarco, if it means anything to you.

Where's my wife?

Not in my desk, I assure you.

Don't try to be funny.

My wife, Georgina.

Or has she changed that, too?

I am Henri Perrault.

I own this club.

Georgina is my wife.

What has my wife to do with you?

You trying to tell me you don't know we were never divorced?

Now I've heard everything.

All she wanted was a new life here.

I did not question her reasons.

Well, Peril, I've got to find my boy.

She was the only one in Paris who knew his movements when he was kidnapped.

Now, do I get to see my wife or don't I?

Police. Inspector Bresson.

Boundary.

Inspector Bresson.

I'd like you to meet an old friend of yours, Inspector Webb.

Inspector Webb, well, this is a pleasure. So at last they have allowed

you to leave London, eh? Yes, I've left the commissioner in charge, so there'll

be no crime in London while I'm away.

I telephoned Inspector Webb this morning, told him where to find the boy.

Yes, I've sent Sergeant Harris to pick him up.

Now I want a word with the boy's mother.

Gentlemen, the boy is safe. Let's leave it at that.

And the father is dead.

Henri Perrault was charged with the murder. He claims it was self-defense.

He said DiMarco attacked him and the gun went off accidentally.

After we had, how do you say, broken him down, he confessed to the killing. He

told us everything.

He said he knew about DiMarco, had known for a long time. That is why he had the

gun. Because Henri Perrault also was a member of the mafia.

So you see, Monsieur, your promise to protect a lady is still a promise.

The age of chivalry is not yet past. That's the correct thing you're saying,

Espar? Yes.

Well, I guess that about wraps things up.

Apparently, thanks to you and Carol Linden.

Yeah, Carol.

Carol!

Oh, I've done it again.

Since Monsieur Adams is preoccupied with solving his own problems, can I show you

Paris?

Yes, I rather think you can.