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You're up early.

Did you think I could sleep?

Afraid? You know I've been afraid ever since you brought me here.

I think we've been over that often enough.

It isn't too late to give up.

Oh, far too late.

These shoulder holsters.

They ruin the cut of a suit.

Stephen, listen to me.

I have never questioned what you do.

I love you too much to care.

But this movement, politics, what can it mean to you?

Well, this is the land of my birth.

Isn't it natural I should want to come back and fight for it?

I've got a natural passion for freedom. Your own freedom, not other people's.

How little you understand.

I've thrown half my life away.

The other half is going to be worth living.

Or not worth living at all.

You see, I find a cause to fight for.

I've had such talk before.

In Italy, when I was very young, men talked that way.

Even then, I thought they were fools.

I hope you will understand, eventually.

I understand one thing. This court is more important than I am.

Ah, so that's the trouble.

Have you been unhappy since I brought you to Dublin?

No. No.

Have I been neglecting you?

No, no, I have no regrets. But if anything should go wrong, don't you see,

Stephen, it's only we do that I have been happy.

It's selfish, I know, but I'm afraid for you, too.

Nothing can go wrong.

You may be hurt.

You may be caught and forced to run, or even killed. Have you forgotten our own

plan for emergencies?

If I don't come back, for any reason at all, you'll do exactly what I told you.

You'll have to act alone now.

Don't trust anyone.

Not even Denham.

Or anyone else in the movement. Do you suppose I would trust them?

Well, everything's settled.

No, Stephen, it is. After today, there will be more work.

Another job.

These movements are all the same.

When a man starts, he's trapped.

If you won't give it up, I shall.

I shall leave you, Stephen.

No.

No, I don't think you'll do that.

If you loved me, you'd listen.

I love you so much that I trust you.

I never loved a woman that much in my life.

And I promise you, when my work here is done, we'll go away.

Together.

Tonight, my work will be done.

The movement won't need me any longer. We go away and live like other people?

What a revolting idea.

We shall live as other people would if they dared.

If they could endure being fully alive.

Do you have the courage to do that? Oh, yes, David. You know I have.

I'm not sure.

But I shall find out.

Whichever way it is, you may need this.

Hello, Finian.

Looking forward to your trip. It's 6.35.

The men are waiting.

Mr. Dillon is getting anxious.

Expect me back at 3 o'clock.

I wish me luck.

Yeah.

Come on, Vinnie.

All set?

I'll keep in touch with headquarters.

I'll have every section alerted between here and the border. If you should run

into trouble... Thanks. They won't be necessary.

When you get the money, don't let it out of your sight.

I'm relying on you, and so is the whole movement. Everything will go according

to plan.

Anyone here got any doubts?

Fine, let's go.

Amen.

Oh!

Thank you.

No sign of them yet. No word, nothing.

Dylan here.

The consignment has still not arrived.

No, no, we haven't heard from our agents. Have you any report?

I'm doing all I can.

It'll be all right, I tell you.

It says Doritos has escaped over the border.

They should be here now.

Yes, I'll find out soon enough.

Maybe you'd like to go up and wait in your room.

Oh, Mr. Williams, there's a taxi waiting for you. I hope you've been comfortable.

We've had a wonderful time. Dublin is simply adorable.

I shall tell all my friends how delightful the Irish people are. So

quiet and peaceful and so amusing.

We shall have to come here again, Edward, to find a nice, respectable

hotel. You never know in these foreign places, do you? Oh, indeed you don't.

Come along, Edgar. We shall miss our train.

Goodbye. Goodbye now.

I'm glad you've enjoyed yourselves. Come back again some day.

Come on in. The office.

Come on in. Come in, come in.

Well? Well, what happened?

It was grand fun. We got the money and all. Mr. Lawler and O'Callaghan got it

in the car. And we made off with the guard on our tails.

Sure, they nearly caught us. Ran the van off the road near the border. And by the

time they found us, we were well out of sight.

And here we are. Excellent, excellent. What happened to the car? Where is

Stephen?

Is he not here yet?

No, he isn't.

He's over an hour late.

An hour?

Maybe they got stopped at the border.

And then with the money and all. Oh, don't talk nonsense. How could they?

Didn't I plan the whole thing myself?

Maybe the car broke down.

A puncture. It couldn't be anything serious.

Oh, there they are now.

Holy St. Patrick.

It's the guard.

Good afternoon, Inspector.

We've got a guest staying here.

Name of, uh, John Kevin.

Kevin? Oh, we know one of that name staying here. Oh, wait now a minute.

Has Mr.

Kevin due in today?

We have a room booked for him, but he hasn't arrived yet.

Any idea what he looks like?

Tall, dark, and handsome.

Mr. Kevin?

Yeah, how do you do?

Be with you in a moment.

Oh, keep the change.

I'm Detective Inspector O'Connor, Dublin Metropolitan Branch.

Don't tell me.

My cameras have been stolen and my wife is suing for maintenance.

Right wrong, old chap. Not even married. Here's your key, sir. Your room's number

four. What a lovely number.

Mr. Kevin.

Oh, yeah. I'm still waiting to hear what you say to me.

Have you got a passport?

Yeah. May I see it?

Certainly.

What brings you to Dublin?

I take pictures.

Good ones. I published.

You seem to move around a lot.

I take a lot of pictures.

I see.

A man died this afternoon.

We've reason to believe he was a friend of yours.

Friend of mine? A man you were to meet in Dublin.

You sent him a letter.

He was killed in a motor accident about 20 miles from the border.

A Mr.

Stephen Lawler.

I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to identify the body, Mr. Kelton.

As far as we can tell, the car broke through a fence on a sharp corner. It

fell about 30 feet and burst into flames.

Thank you, sister.

Would you recognize his clothing?

Nothing much to go on, I'm afraid.

You see, he was alone in the car and nothing else was found but what he had

on.

It could be Steve's.

Some piece of paper, British passport, British driving license, and this letter

written by you.

Well, I wrote to him, told him I was coming to Dublin where I intended to

stay so he could look me up.

You sent it care of the GPO?

Steve's standard address, wherever he went.

Nothing here to show where he was staying in Ireland or who his relatives

were? He was from here, I think.

I don't know. He never talked about it.

Or what he was doing here?

He never talked about his business either.

Wait.

This is his tie.

He bought it in Paris.

We both bought some little shop in Marmont.

Shoes Milan.

Hat Berlin.

So he moved around too.

Were we... Same place together? We seemed to meet up sooner or later.

And you never knew what his business was?

Something different every time, I imagine.

Don't think you would have told me.

Even if I bother to ask him. Well, I'm afraid this isn't going to be very

pleasant.

You see, with the fire and the crash, he was badly knocked about.

Yeah, that's him.

On his ring.

It's a signet ring. He always wore it. For luck, he said.

Any other means of identification?

No, I don't.

Oh, he had a birthmark underneath his left arm.

Is that it? Yeah, yeah.

You feeling all right, Mr. Kemp?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I think you'd better leave.

Too bad you've had such a shock.

I'll be all right.

All I need is a drink.

Well, I'm just asking to make a written statement then you'll be free to enjoy

the rest of the evening anyway

Come on, John. Now, take the polo.

All right. Now, keep still, everybody.

Hold that.

Try another one, to be sure.

Oh, no.

The end of the rail.

Hey, another drink for the gentleman.

Yes. Just a minute. Just a minute.

See, how does a fella make money taking pictures?

Oh, it's easy.

Passports, blackmail, beyond defense.

You ever heard of John Kevin's Venice?

John Kevin's Edinburgh?

John Kevin's New York.

Do you own all these places?

No, no, no.

There's a lot of pictures in the book.

Art paper and imitation leather.

30 bob a time.

Any sales?

Nothing.

And now, Dublin's Fair City.

Another revelation from the astute camera of this brilliant, talented young

man. I quote my reviews.

Will you put our picture in your new book?

That one? Yeah.

Come on. All right, all right. Anything for the Irish.

Good man.

The Tara Lounge.

A cozy little pub where a man can drink with his friends.

Good luck.

Good luck.

I had a pal I used to drink with, but he wouldn't like this sort of place.

He liked the posh bars, the chromium plate on the glasses, and

millionaires on the carpet.

You should have brought him here.

We'd have soon learned him better, wouldn't we? We would.

I can't.

He's dead.

place. Back door, you understand?

No, thanks.

Which way is the Northumbler Hotel?

It's the first on the left and the second on the right.

You can't miss it.

Thanks. Good night.

Good night.

Will you stop that noise?

Is it good manners to disturb a gentleman's rest?

I beg your pardon, sir.

Could... Could you possibly drive me to the Northumberland Hotel?

Sure. I'll send my chauffeur home. But I'll take you there myself.

On foot.

Sir, you are... You are a gentleman and a scholar, sir.

Thank you, sir.

I'll give that to the Sisters of Mercy.

And when we get there, no doubt you'll spare me a little more.

I'm a great one for giving to charity.

Wacky Murphy, Maggie Murphy, she's the bride of the

morning.

Coffee, sir.

Oh, no.

Eight o'clock it is, and a fine morning to be up and about.

Call the porter and have yourself thrown out, will you?

I am the porter, sir.

Now then.

Would you care to read the morning papers?

Ah, sad blow it must be to you, sir.

And you just arrived in Dublin.

And was your friend really alone in the car?

And nothing found but his clothes?

What's it got to do with you?

Oh, there's never any excitement here. You know, a quiet, respectable hotel.

I promised Mrs.

Kelly, how a fine cook she is, I'd ask the gentleman if the guard are hiding

something from us.

Well, if they are, they're hiding it from me too.

Would that set her mind at rest?

Thank you, sir.

Look, she's cooked you a special breakfast.

Pinion, Pinion, what does he say?

Is it all true?

He swears he knows no more than what it says in there.

What about O'Callaghan and the money?

Didn't I say last night O'Callaghan killed him and faked the accident so he

could get away with the money?

Now, you're not going to do anything foolish, miss, such as going to the

guard.

That's right.

We'll get the traitor soon enough. And when we do, we'll give Mr. Lawler a

handsome revenge.

That'll make us all feel better.

Oh, by the way, you wouldn't have any clue that he'd give us a lead.

Did Mr. Laura ever say anything to you that might help?

No, Finian.

Nothing.

Who is it?

Mr. Kevin?

I'm sorry. I thought you might be dressed.

Oh, well, don't go.

Least your improvement on my last visitor.

Of course, you don't see me at my best.

Immaculate and charming and so forth. You'll just have to use your

imagination.

Cigarette?

You must wonder what I'm doing here.

Yeah.

But don't worry.

I like your company.

But I have to talk to someone.

And there is no one else I can trust. No one at all.

Oh, go on.

Not Steve Lawler.

My name is Anna Monte.

Stephen and I were friends.

As I might have known.

I've always admired his taste.

Was he staying here?

I thought so. Last time we met in Paris, he told me to stay here too.

How well did you know him?

We met whenever we met. Had a few drinks, had a few laughs.

Had some good times together.

Don't be afraid to tell me about him.

I know what sort of life he led.

And you loved him all the same.

You don't have to tell me. He loved me.

He loved me enough to tell me all his plans.

All? He never told anyone. He told me.

I didn't agree with what he was doing.

We quarreled.

That was the last I saw of him. Look, is this why you've come to me to cry on my

shoulder? I came here to tell you what I know.

Do you think his death was an accident?

No, not likely. It's not the sort of death that would suit Steve.

Shall I tell you the truth?

No, frankly, I'd rather you didn't.

I didn't get involved in his affairs when he was alive. Why should I start

now? If you want to unburden, go to the inspector. He'll listen all day.

No.

Please don't tell the inspector about me.

Don't tell anyone.

All right.

We'll pretend we never met.

We shouldn't have done.

He's very stupid of me. Look, don't get me wrong. It's just that... Wrong?

You were his friend.

I got him out of my system last night. I'd advise you to do the same.

You think I'm just another girl infatuated with him.

I loved him.

He loved me. I don't care how many others thought the same.

I wouldn't care to count either.

Look, is any of this necessary now that he's dead?

It matters to me that he was murdered.

We checked with our visitor this morning. He knows nothing except what it

says in the papers.

Of course it was no accident.

Didn't I tell you last night it's the bookseller we have to find?

Have all the branches been alerted? The border? The docks?

No, I'm not trying to teach you your job.

My fault is it. Now listen to me, young man. I was working for the company

before you were born.

Hello?

How could it be your fault?

That was my section that failed.

Maybe I am too old.

If I'd been younger, I'd have been there myself.

Didn't you warn Mr. Lawler when he picked O'Callaghan? Did I?

That's right. I never trusted that man.

He'll try and get out of the country. You mark my words.

With our men watching and all that money to take with them?

No. More likely he's hiding somewhere, abiding his time.

We'll find him.

No man gets the better of Edward Dillon.

and when we do, I'll make quite sure he understands.

Oh, good morning, sir. Morning. Any mail for me?

No, sir.

Oh, by the way, I've blacked out your bathroom to use as a darkroom. I hope

you don't mind.

Oh, if the inspector should call, what should I tell him? Tell him I'm busy.

But if he has information for you, tell him to give it to the cook.

Mr. Kevin, what's happened, sir? Get a hold of that Inspector O'Connor. Tell

him I want to see him straight away.

This man you believe was following you.

What did he look like?

I don't know. I didn't see his face. All I know is that he wore a white trench

coat. And you're quite sure he pushed you in the water?

Do you think I dived in just for the hell of it?

We had a visitor here last year who jumped off the top of the Nelson's

Pillar.

He was a foreigner, like yourself.

Oh, yeah?

And where were you born?

Down in Tipperary.

Ha! You try to tell me I'm crazy.

So, you saw a man in a white trench coat in a street you can't remember.

You saw a man in a similar coat looking in a shop window.

The same coat.

Can you prove that?

And finally, you saw the same man as you fell in the water.

When I was pushed into the water.

That's a fine enlarger you have.

How much did it cost?

What's that got to do with it? I've always been interested in developing my

own snaps.

It's an interesting hobby.

Look, a man has tried to kill me. Would you mind taking an interest in that?

You're a professional photographer, of course.

I suppose you're not averse to a little publicity.

Are you suggesting that I would try a cheap stunt?

Look, I've never done that in my life, and what's more, I don't need to.

Well, just tell me one thing.

Why should anyone want to kill you?

Look, I don't know.

But it's your job to find out and to stop them from trying again.

It's a hot temper you have.

I'm hoping it doesn't get you into any trouble.

In the meantime, if you come across any clues, witnesses or corroboration, just

let me know.

Look, get out of here. I'll take care of myself.

I'll see that inquiries are made.

Good morning to you, Mr. Kevin.

Good morning.

All right, why did you say he was murdered?

I didn't mean to say that.

Oh?

What if I tell you someone's tried to kill me?

You?

Why? Well, suppose you tell me.

Is it something to do with Stephen's death?

Well, how would you figure it?

Look, what have I done since I've been in Dublin except identify his body?

All right, you're off to tell me the truth. Go ahead. I'm all ears.

Look, whatever you tell me, I'll keep to myself. I swear I won't tell the

inspector.

A fat lot of good that would do anyway.

Look, I'm sorry I brushed you off this morning, but I didn't want to get mixed

up in this.

But now I am, and so are you.

Maybe we should try to help each other.

You'd better read this.

Bank messenger's robbed.

Raiders escape across border.

They suspect terrorist organization.

It was all very noble.

He was working for the movement.

Steve?

That's what I liked about him. Always another surprise up his sleeve.

The police say here there were four men.

Two mid-off in the van.

Steve and another man were left with the money. They had the car.

Steve was found alone. What happened to the other guy?

McCallum? He disappeared.

So has the money.

You know, those injuries on his head could have been caused by a struggle.

That crash could have been arranged to look like an accident. That's why I said

he was murdered.

Where are you going?

To make my own inquiries. I'll come with you.

Yes, but it's... You said we should help each other.

Right.

Then why not?

Well, quite an effective accident.

Must have been quite a nice car at one time.

Stephen was fond of nice things.

Fond.

Give him a vintage wine and a good cigar and heaven could wait.

Looks like the angels got impatient.

I can't imagine Stephen in this car.

That's a good thing you can't.

You saw him.

Was it very horrible?

Bad enough.

Worst thing if it's murder.

Yes.

If we could only find Danny O'Callaghan, we might find out something.

Where do we go now?

You know, I've been thinking. Why should anyone try to kill me?

Unless, of course, I discovered some sort of a clue or something. Maybe last

night when I was too dark to remember.

I suggest we retrace my footsteps everywhere I went.

You were certainly plastered last night. Talk to everyone.

Finest drinks, left, right and center.

Well, I don't recall you talking to anyone that I don't know myself.

Do you know a Danny O'Callaghan?

I know a Patrick O'Callaghan and a Jimmy O'Callaghan. Now, would they be any use

to you?

Hello there.

Here's Paddy now. Would you like to meet him again?

No, thanks.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll be joining him. And thanks for the drink.

Well, it's the last place I visited.

I did find a clue. It hasn't turned up again.

Come to think of it, no sign of the white trench coat today. No further

attempts on my life.

Do you know where O'Callaghan lived?

I might be able to find out.

That seems to be the only line to go on now.

If you want to go on.

But I must.

But you don't have to.

When I start on something, I don't give up easily.

What are your plans for the future?

Go back to Rome, I suppose.

Find another job.

What kind of job? Interpreter.

I speak Italian, French.

A little bit of German.

That's why I went to Paris, an international conference.

That's where I met Stephen.

And you gave up your job for him?

I would have given up everything for him.

He had charm and tenderness.

That...

That infinite passion for living.

He promised when he'd finish in Ireland, we'd go away together.

Perhaps you've heard this story before.

Of course, this time he really meant it. I know he did.

And yet I knew in my heart it could not go on.

As if I'd lived my whole life in this four months and knowing all the

happiness and pain there was to know.

Can be no more.

Of course, there can never be another man.

That's what Stephen would have recommended.

Well, he had a very high regard for me.

I think I can understand why.

Well, shall I tell you the story of my life?

All you need to do is stand an old woman in the doorway, put a bottle of gin in

her hand, and all you need is the right angle. I usually stand on my head.

Here.

I'll take a picture of you.

John. Oh, why not?

There's a great market in horror comics.

Come on.

Boo!

You know, we haven't talked about Steve for nearly two hours.

That's good.

Look, damn it, I was in Paris, too. I suppose you could have met me in one of

those swank cocktail bars.

Madam, would you mind posing for this photograph?

Click.

Now, madam, could I offer you a drink?

Isn't this a lovely place? Do you come here often? Et cetera, et cetera. Then

I'll offer to take you home.

Taxi!

Madam,

could this be where you live?

Sorry I can't ask you, Amy.

My father, the Duke, is very strict.

Oh. Besides, I'm afraid it's too late.

Too late?

I won't be too sure about that, you know.

We'll meet again tomorrow.

There's lots of tomorrows.

You know, you're lucky.

You've already lived one lifetime, now you have another to look forward to.

Different, maybe, but it could be exciting in its own way.

I almost wish I could believe that.

I wish I could.

Good night, John.

You went out with them at lunchtime yesterday. You didn't come back till 11.

What were you doing?

We were looking for Daniel Callahan. Oh, you told him about O'Callaghan.

What else?

The bank raid, my friendship with Stephen.

You have no right.

Who says I have no right?

I don't belong to you or your movement.

I came here to ask you a question.

If you don't wish to answer... Ah, wait now.

Just a moment.

What was the question you wanted to ask?

Where does Daniel Callahan live?

And why do you want to know?

I've sent my men to his home. He's not there.

And his wife can't say, or won't say, where he is.

I'm sure you've thought of everything.

But don't you think his wife might talk more easily to me?

This might be your only chance.

Very well.

It's a bookshop in Talbot Street.

Talbot Street? That's right.

Thank you. You have my permission to go there.

But anything you find out, I must know.

When you find the man, what would you do to him?

In our movement, there's only one punishment for traitors.

Can I help you?

Are you Mrs. O'Connor?

We are looking for your husband.

He isn't here.

I don't know where he is.

I trust I have some idea.

Hasn't he sent you a message?

I don't expect any message.

The men came yesterday. I told them I couldn't help.

Oh, what men?

From the movement.

They searched everywhere.

They didn't find anything.

There's nothing to find.

Did they tell you why they were looking for him?

They said he was in trouble.

They said they wanted to help him.

That is a lie.

How do you know? I know.

The way they looked.

The way they talked. Shall I tell you why they want him?

He killed another man.

One of his friends.

He did it to take the money. Money stolen from the movement. No.

That couldn't be.

Danny wouldn't take money meant for the movement.

And he wouldn't kill a man. Not in cold blood.

He wasn't a murderer.

If you are so sure he's innocent, why has he disappeared?

Why won't you help us to find him?

No use your finding, Danny.

No use at all.

My husband is dead.

Dead? How do you know? Who told you?

Some things a woman doesn't have to be told.

Where I was born, they understood.

I never understood myself till now.

When?

When did he die? How can I say?

When he didn't get back from the job. That's when I began to suspect.

That night I was sure.

You can't just say that. I can't. I won't believe it.

If you think he's dead, why don't you go to the police?

What good will it do?

Will it bring him back? Who will believe me?

You're wrong.

You must be wrong. He killed Steve Lorna. Get out.

Get out.

Believe what you like. But leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

I don't understand. What happened in that shop?

You act as though you've seen a ghost.

Perhaps I did.

That's what's frightened me.

I'm afraid now, very much afraid.

The telephone you asked for, Miss Monty. Thank you. Please get me a lingus. I

want to fly to Paris tonight.

Yes, madam.

Paris?

Are you running away?

Perhaps.

But why?

I'm sorry, John.

Please don't ask me to explain.

Hello?

Alingus, good evening. My name is Anna Monte.

Northumberland Hotel. I want to book a passage to Paris tonight.

Tell them to make it two. We'll talk about it on the way there.

No, I want to go alone.

Hello? Yes, there is a seat.

What time?

Good, I'll be there.

Thank you. Goodbye.

I shall have to pack at once.

I'll see you before I leave to say goodbye.

You think I'll be satisfied with that?

You try to help me, I'm grateful.

For a moment you let me dream, but that's no use, John.

Miss Monty, about that matter we discussed.

I made inquiries.

I couldn't find out what you wanted. I insist on knowing.

Knowing what? Excuse me. Just a moment.

Stephen Lawler was living in this hotel, wasn't he? You must have known him. I

never saw the man.

You're lying.

Somebody's got to talk and it might as well be you.

Better come into the office

I

Can't

reveal anything about the movement you understand I've been running this

section ever since I was a youngster Oh, many the time they've offered me

promotion, but I refused it. Yes, but how did Steve get mixed up in it? Sure

wasn't he born in Ireland?

He joined us first when he was about 18, and then two years later he left the

country, and I never set eyes on him again until three months ago.

He'd come back to us again.

You must have found that a surprise. Hadn't he changed a lot?

Well, a man's got the right blood in him. Sure he always comes back sooner or

later. I knew that the minute I saw him.

He came back at the right time, too, just when we were planning this big

operation.

Steve had a scheme to get the money. A robbery?

It was a good plan, too. I saw to that.

If it hadn't been for that traitor.

If I'd only been there myself.

What does he do?

Plot the bombs?

Mr. Finian is my bodyguard.

And a fine craftsman, too.

A member of the Union, of course.

Many as a man, I gave a good lesson, too, Mr. Kevin.

Mostly foreigners, of course.

You understand?

Sugar? No, thanks. I suggest, Mr. Kevin, that you cooperate with us.

Why should I?

Maybe I ought to talk to the inspector.

I'm sure he's desperately in need of instruction.

Miss Monty hasn't left Dublin yet.

It would be a pity if I had to prevent her.

All right.

I'm not promising to cooperate, but I'll keep my mouth shut.

For her sake.

It's the guard again.

All right.

Tell them I'm developing my prints.

Mr. Kevin?

Ah, Inspector.

How nice of you to call.

Now, won't you come in?

Just catching up on some of my work.

Like to see how it's done?

I'm here on urgent business.

Oh, pity.

You were so interested last time. We've reason to believe your friend was

murdered.

Murdered? You're joking.

Some of his injuries are not consistent with those that would be received in a

car crash.

But they might have been inflicted by someone else before it happened.

Really, Inspector, you surprise me.

Just developing some of the shots I took on the way over.

Pretty nice, huh?

You don't seem very disturbed, Mr. Kevin.

Oh, I'm dumbfounded, Inspector. Believe me.

Do you have a photograph of the deceased?

Not Steve?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I have. I took one in Paris. Came out rather well.

I brought over a copy to give him. Look in that folder.

Do you know of anyone who would wish to kill him?

No, I don't.

Oh, well, that's not Steve.

We found no one who admits to knowing Lawler except yourself.

And I was on an airplane at the time. Yes.

We checked your story at the airport.

It seems you left London on the one hand.

What do I owe you? It is rather what do we owe you, Miss Monty.

I'm deeply sorry your visit has ended so unhappily.

Oh, no doubt.

When you get back to Paris, you'll be quickly forgetting everything that

happened here.

Forget?

Oh, I see what you mean.

I shan't want to talk to anyone about it. I promise you that.

Ah, it is a sensible girl you are. It is a pity you aren't Irish.

Oh, please tell Mr. Kevin.

Hmm?

No, it doesn't matter.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Is this Stephen Lawler?

Oh,

yeah, that's him.

Good picture, huh?

Pretty detailed.

Look out!

You'll fog all my paper.

Right, now, off you go.

Oh, Inspector, how about that man in the white trench coat? I've got a theory.

And so have I, Mr. Kevin.

That you invented him to throw suspicion off yourself.

So you better think of something more convincing.

Oh, what does the inspector want?

Good kick in his blue serge. Has Miss Monty left yet? Yes, sir.

Oh, never mind. Oh, where are you going?

To see the sights of Dublin. Oh, you'd better take a guide.

No, thanks. I'll manage by myself.

You might need protection, sir.

With him along, I'm sure I would.

Yes.

Thank you.

Find what you're looking for, John?

I wasn't really expecting you.

Well, then, we always run into one another, don't we?

Whiskey, as usual?

Do you remember that last night in Paris?

Did you ever see Yvonne again?

Enchanting, wasn't she?

Well, good health?

You're in very good health.

Yes. My death been bothering you?

Somebody died in that accident. I identified the body.

Most obliging of you, John.

I left that letter there for the guards to find.

Someone had to identify me.

You did it very nicely.

Was that Danny O'Callaghan?

Put you.

I suppose they all think that he killed me to take the money.

Of course, that's what they're meant to think.

Although in reality, it was the other way around.

I see.

Same build. He even looked like you.

What was left of him. That's why I chose him for the job.

So you switched clothing?

What about the birthmark?

Remember that old quack we met in Algiers with his potassium permanganate?

Well, it works.

Well enough to fool you, anyway.

Want a drink?

Was it you that pushed me in the river?

Yes, I'm sorry about that, John.

You took a most unfortunate photograph.

I was trying to destroy the film.

Not you.

Seems I failed.

You killed O'Callaghan in cold blood.

Well, let's say half killed him, John.

The man of his sort's only half alive.

Do you mind if I go on with my packing?

A friend of mine's calling with a car.

At least, I hope so.

You know, you're the fellow I used to like to drink with, swap stories with.

That charm, that infinite passion for living.

That's the spell, isn't it? That man's death bother you?

It bothered me, too.

Honestly.

But I console myself with the thought that he died for a worthy cause.

What cause? The movement?

No, I don't call that a worthy cause.

I've seen too many movements.

Too many barricades and martyrs.

When did they ever get?

No. No, what I believe in is civilization.

Culture. Gracious living.

Wine and good cigars. If you like. Things I can buy with this.

So the cause is yourself.

The only cause worth fighting for.

You're not so sharp, John. What I've done is perfectly legitimate, if any of

you look at it the right way.

I was meant to be rich.

Somehow, I got born in a slum, like this.

I used to think that fate was against me.

A man has the right to take his fate into his own hands, if only he's got the

guts to do it. It doesn't give you the right to... It gives me every right.

The world was never helped by the poor and oppressed like a Callahan, only by

the rich and the privileged.

It stands to reason.

The more rich there are, the more progress we make.

O'Callaghan has sacrificed so that I can do my bit.

You're not only revolting, you're raving mad.

Call it abnormally sane.

Where do you think you're going?

The boat leaves tonight from Dun Laoghaire.

The captain is another friend of mine.

Perhaps we meet again... when you publish John Kevin's Buenos Aires or Rio

de Janeiro.

You're not going anywhere, Steve.

Well, even if you can't appreciate my point of view, John, at least remember

that we're friends.

Not anymore.

Would this induce you?

Oh, I was afraid not.

I shall have to persuade you with this.

Why don't you sit down, John?

It should be my friend.

Or maybe my friends.

I didn't come here alone, you know. I was followed.

I think his name is Finian.

The vulture?

Yes.

A very apt description.

So it all depends on... whose friend it is.

Mine, I think.

So you got my message?

At the airport.

You booked a flight to Paris?

Took your luggage to the airport?

Nobody knows where you are.

I really believe you were dead. Why didn't you tell me you were alive?

That was a test, my love.

I told you what to do if anything went wrong. Anything at all. And you were

paid.

If you hadn't, I'd have gone without you.

But now you shall come with me, just as I promised.

Did you know what was going to happen? I've got to hurry.

Go to that cupboard. You'll find some cord.

Bring it here.

I'm going to tie you up, John.

I wouldn't go to so much trouble.

Anyway, we're friends.

What happened, Stephen? Hurry, I said. Dylan's men may be here any minute. What

happened, Stephen? What happened?

Don't you know he killed Danny O'Callaghan? I'll explain everything

when we're out of here. Did you kill him, Stephen?

He tried to take the money. I had to defend myself and cover it up as best I

could. Why didn't you come back?

I know there's not much time.

He's not working for any movement. He's working for himself. The men will be

here. Do you want them to find me? He meant to kill O'Callaghan.

A permanganate? A potash? You think you carry that around for fun? Anna, you

love me. Do you want them to kill me? But love isn't blind, Stephen. Love

isn't blind.

Why don't you tell her the truth? All right. All right. I killed him.

I took the money.

But I took it for you as well as for me. I took it for both of us. For both of

us? You must be mad.

My friends, I believe.

You said the world was full of lost causes.

Wait, we'll hold them off until the police come.

The only woman I ever trusted.

I got by without the law all my life.

Stephen, please. Stephen.

Patience is a lovely game, Mr. Lawler.

So soothing.