All language subtitles for MSW.S11E02.Amsterdam Kill

Philip's in diamonds.
Oh.

In a modest way.

The damned thing
was paste.

I want to know when the transaction
is scheduled for and where.

If you're one minute late,
he's a dead man.

Then it is a kidnapping.

Now, really,
Mrs. Fletcher,

I'm afraid your author's
imagination is running away with you.

If I would have got my hands on
that cash, I would've been long gone.

What a brilliant man.
And charming.

Yes, it's happening.
When can you get here?

Well, hello again,
Mrs. Fletcher.

We kidnap
interesting people.

I'm a lover, not a killer.

Colin, the game has changed.
People are getting killed.

(SCREAMING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(DIALING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?
Inspector Van Horn here.

It's me. I've got a line on the
merchandise you're looking for.

It's about time.

Not so fast. I need assurances
and I need more money.

Damn it, Kuyper, I've gone out
beyond the edge on this already.

You don't
quite understand.

This is much bigger than we
thought. There's more risk involved.

Kuyper, I don't like
to be shaken down.

I want to know when the transaction
is scheduled for and where.

That's what
I'm paying you for.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

No. No! No!

(SCREAMING)

Kuyper?

Kuyper!

(ENGAGED TONE BEEPING)

Jessica.

Hello, Nigel.

You're here at last.

Mmm. Indeed.

Have a smooth
flight over?

Oh, marvelous.

You know, I remember opening
a book as we took off from JFK.

Next thing I knew, we were landing,
and I had slept all the way.

Hope it wasn't
one of my books.

Oh! Oh, how beautiful.

Brought them with me
from home,

they bloomed early
this year.

Oh, from your lovely
Sussex garden.

How are things
at home?

Actually, I haven't been
around there much lately.

Been off tracking research
on a new project.

Mmm, I'll be interested
to hear about that.

And so you shall, but first
we must get you registered.

Passport, please, Mrs.
Fletcher. Oh, yes, of course.

I made Mr. Burger promise you
one of his very best rooms.

Overlooking the canal,
on the...

Look here. I asked
for a wake-up call...

If you could just wait
one moment, Mr. De Kooning.

He's right, Philip.

Ah, Nigel.
Forgive me.

And of course, you
must be Mrs. Fletcher.

Nigel has spoken about you so often,
I feel as if we're old friends.

That's a lovely pin.

Oh, thank you. I found
it last year in Texas.

Philip's in diamonds.

In a modest way.
But look, both of you,

you must allow me to help
celebrate your arrival

and to compensate
for my rudeness.

You've never been to South
Africa, Mrs. Fletcher?

JESSICA: (CHUCKLES) No.

Well, you must come.
It's a beautiful place.

Watch out, Jessica,
that's how it begins.

I met Philip and his wife
at the races in Deauville,

and next thing I knew I was
their house guest in Johannesburg.

We kidnap
interesting people.

But tell me,
how did you two meet?

Or do all famous authors
know each other?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Ah...

Excuse me.

Sorry to interrupt, sir,
but we have a small problem.

There are no small problems
with airplanes.

Nick Halsey, say hello to Mrs.
Fletcher and Nigel Allison.

Hello.

Uh, one of the compressors
needs replacing.

Now, they're going to
express ship one out tonight.

We should have it tomorrow
morning the latest,

and they'll fit it ASAP.

If you'll
excuse us, Philip,

I have an appointment call
coming through in my room.

Plus, I took the liberty of
scheduling Jessica to appear with me

on a conference panel
that starts in 10 minutes.

With Nigel making
the arrangements,

I can count on
plenty of R and R.

Nice meeting you,
gentlemen.

Thank you so much.

It was my pleasure.

Nigel.

Well, I'm certainly
looking forward

to hearing all about this
new novel you're working on.

Well, it's something
of a thriller.

It starts in San Francisco.
Lots of twists and turns.

Actually, that's why
I'm in Amsterdam,

to fill in the last
vital bits of the story.

Well, it sounds like a
typical Nigel Allison novel

full of
devilish convolutions.

Well, actually, it's right
up your alley, Jessica.

We must have a good old
brainstorming session.

Oh, wait a moment. I can't
let these just stand in a vase.

Here, let me
put this one here.

Oh, makes me look
like a boulevardier.

There you go.

Look, I'm just down the hall in 1420.

Why don't I just take my
call and meet you downstairs?

Good. It'll give me
time to change.

Ah-ha.
See you a little later.

Yeah.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Yes?
MAN: Is it happening?

Yes, it's happening.
When can you get here?

(WHEEL SQUEAKING)

Uh-huh. Yes, I think
that would be the best.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Yes, who is it?

WAITER: Room service.

NIGEL: I think the sooner we arrange
for the lid to close on the affair,

so much the better
for all concerned.

Uh-huh.
Yes. Ciao.

I think you must have the wrong
room. I didn't order anything.

(GROANS)

(WHEEL SQUEAKING)

Lydia, all I'm asking is that you
restrict your spending for a few days.

While you continue to pour
money into that damned airplane?

My airplane happens to be...
TIGNER: Philip!

Philip!

I'm so glad
I caught up with you.

Listen,
you have a moment?

Anything
for you, Harry.

Lydia, you do know Mr.
Tigner, now, don't you?

Of course.

I'll be running along. I've
got window-shopping to do.

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

That's what I want to
talk to you about, money.

Philip, we've been doing business
together for a long time now, but...

All right, Harry,
what's troubling you?

Your diamonds.
Word's out they're hot.

This time I need
payment in cash.

What are
you trying to pull?

Nothing. I swear, nothing. My
people are calling the shots.

Look, it's cash
or no deal.

And I can't
extend the deadline.

We still have to
close tomorrow.

Where the hell am I going
to find a cash customer

for half a million in diamonds
within 24 hours?

Look, all I know is that I'm
sitting on top of a warehouse

full of illegal arms, and the
cops are one step behind me.

I've already
resold those weapons.

If I don't deliver,
I could end up dead.

Hey, Philip,
we all have our problems.

It's noon tomorrow
or forget it.

Harry.

Such an honor to have you
join our panel, Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, thank you.
Is Mr. Allison here?

Oh, he won't be with us. I was
just on the phone to his secretary,

and she said
he's been taken ill.

But, here, let me pin
on your microphone,

I don't want our audience
to miss a word you say.

But I was just with Nigel,
and he was fine.

Oh, not to worry. Just a touch
of food poisoning or something.

He's resting
in his room now.

Oh.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(GROANS)

Marvelous craftsmanship.

Yes, I absolutely adore it,
of course.

But can I speak
in confidence?

Oh, well, we pride
ourselves on our discretion.

What I'd really
like to know is

could you make an exact copy
of this necklace?

And how much could you sell the
original for on the current market?

Surely Madame knows
this is a copy.

Albeit a superb one, but only
worth a few thousand dollars.

Perhaps Madame has confused
this piece with another.

Oh.

Yes, of course.
How forgetful of me.

I'm very sorry to have
wasted your time, Herr Kronin.

Not at all.
Good day, Madame.

PANEL CHAIRWOMAN:
Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher.

Ladies and gentlemen, we will
resume the conference after lunch.

Monika Vidal, Mrs.
Fletcher. Amsterdam News.

I thought the point you made about how
the new International Trade Agreement

will impact on existing copyright
laws was very interesting.

Well, I think it's a ripple that will
be felt throughout the publishing world.

I'd like to
follow up on that.

Would an interview
be possible?

Oh, certainly, but not
right now. Perhaps later.

I'll call you.
Thank you.

MAN: Operator.
Yes, Operator.

Would you connect me with
Mr. Allison's room, please?

I'm sorry,
he's checked out.

What?

Mr. Allison
has checked out.

Are you sure?

Yes, he checked out
today.

Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

No, there's no record of him
contacting the house doctor.

He just simply
checked out.

Without leaving
a message for me?

I wish I could be
more helpful, Mrs. Fletcher.

All I can tell you for sure
is the time, 12:02.

Mr. Burger, how is it that you
can be so precise about the time?

Well, because Mr. Allison used
our express checkout service.

You know, on the
television set in his room?

Oh. So you never actually
saw him leaving the hotel?

I'm afraid not.

Your work is very good.

For a policeman.
You're very kind.

Now, you say
Nigel Allison's secretary

mentioned a medical problem of some sort

when she canceled
his speaking appearance?

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Ja? Uh-huh. Mmm.

Inspector, Nigel Allison
has no secretary.

He was traveling alone. I've
also checked the local hospitals.

They haven't seen him.

Perhaps he has gone
back to England.

Well, none of the airlines have any
record of him booking a flight out today.

You've been quite busy,
Mrs. Fletcher.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Excuse me.

(ANSWERING IN DUTCH)

(SPEAKING DUTCH)

These mug shots...

Isn't this a photo of the man that
was in the newspaper this morning?

Yes, Hendrik Kuyper.
A police informant.

A victim of
a hit-and-run driver.

So, what conclusion do
you draw from all this?

Well, the conclusion
that I draw

is that something very
strange is going on,

and I'm afraid
something very bad.

Nigel's friend, Mr. De
Kooning, agrees with me...

Excuse me.
Did you say De Kooning?

Yes.

Would that be
Philip De Kooning?

Yes. Is that important?

No. Not really.

You see, Nigel and I had made
arrangements to meet here.

Now, it's not like him to
just vanish without telling me.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher,
there's nothing I can do.

My workload is
substantial already.

Besides, it's much too soon to
file a missing persons claim.

And, besides,
you're much too busy.

I understand,
Inspector.

And thank you for sharing
your very valuable time.

(EXCLAIMS)

Mrs. De Kooning.
Having a nice day?

Yes, just fine, Nick,
thank you.

Mind if I join you?
Oh, please.

Well?

The damned thing
was paste.

Nearly worthless,
like my marriage.

I'll bet Philip has sold off all
my real jewelry without telling me.

He just did it to you before
you could do it to him.

You think that's funny?

Baby, I know
you're disappointed.

I just thought I'd finally found
a way for us to get away from him.

There'll be another way.
Just hang in there.

Nicky, what's the matter?

I tell you that we have
lost our ticket to paradise,

and you're giving me
fortune-cookie philosophy.

Or maybe you have
a better game going.

Hey, you know
better than that.

Then help me. Help us.

I mean, if Philip
were out of the picture...

Now, don't start that again,
Lydia, because I'm not gonna do it.

I'm a lover, not a killer.

And lately you haven't been
much good at that, either.

Mr. Burger, you still haven't
heard from Mr. Allison?

No, I'm sorry.

(EXCLAIMS)

I can't
understand it.

Excuse me, would that be Nigel Allison?

Why, yes.
Have you seen him?

I just ran into him
at the airport.

I was getting off a
shuttle flight from London.

He was waiting
to board.

I'm Colin Biddle. You're
Jessica Fletcher, of course.

Yes.

Here for the conference,
too, I assume?

Are you sure that
it was Nigel you saw?

I spoke with him.
I'm a publisher's rep.

Nigel's house
is one of our clients.

Was Nigel all right?

He left here so abruptly
and didn't tell anyone why.

He did mention some sort
of minor family emergency.

Otherwise,
he seemed perfectly fine.

I may be speaking
with him later.

Can I give him
a message from you?

Well, yes, would you
please ask him to call me?

Of course, Mrs. Fletcher.
Thank you.

We're all done with your
passport, Mrs. Fletcher.

And, Mr. Biddle,
here's your key.

And this message we were
holding for your arrival.

So nice to have met you, Mrs. Fletcher.

Thank you.

Would you have my bags taken upstairs,
please? I have an appointment.

Mr. Burger, did you return
Mr. Allison's passport to him?

I assume we did.
Wait, let me check.

Nope, still here. I guess
he didn't pick it up.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

This is Biddle.

KIDNAPPER: (VOICE DISGUISED) I've been more
than patient, yet you keep putting me off.

We have a deal.
What is going on?

Where is it?

Not so fast.

If the goods are damaged more
than slightly, we won't buy.

Now, put him on the phone.

(STUTTERS) What?

Allison, is that you? It's
Biddle. Are you all right?

(STUTTERING) Colin.
Yes, I'm all right.

Look, just, just tell
these people to...

...to go stuff it!

Satisfied?

The money's on its way.
It'll be here early tonight.

Why didn't
you bring it with you?

Because gathering two million
pounds sterling in used bills

isn't the sort of thing one
can pull off in 20 minutes.

Now, where can I reach you?

I'll contact you.

JESSICA: Mr. Biddle.

If that is
your real name.

We have to talk about how it
is that you saw Nigel Allison

board a plane for London
without his passport.

JESSICA:
The globe-trotting novelist

who always turns up when things
get hot on the international scene.

Of course, I should
have guessed long ago.

Guessed what?

Well, it's the perfect cover, just
as it was once for Somerset Maugham.

Nigel Allison is a British
intelligence agent, isn't he?

And so are you.

(CHUCKLES)
Now, really, Mrs. Fletcher,

I'm afraid your author's
imagination is running away with you.

I'm a publisher's...

A publisher's representative,
I know.

I phoned Nigel's publishing
house a few minutes ago.

They'd never heard of you.

Please, tell me
what's happened to Nigel.

Now, look, Mrs. Fletcher,
for the sake of argument,

let's say you've got it
just about right.

What you're missing is, if
you don't go back to your room

and stop asking questions,
he'll be dead.

Then it is a kidnapping.

I'm here to negotiate the ransom
exchange with the terrorists,

who've assured me if a
single word of this leaks out,

they'll kill him
immediately.

Well, I've already
talked to the police.

I was afraid you might do something
of the sort. What did they say?

It was an Inspector Van Horn. He
seemed to think that I was an alarmist.

Well, let's hope he
continues to feel that way.

Look, Mrs. Fletcher, I've got
a great deal of work to do.

I'm sorry I lied to you earlier
on. Now you know why I had to.

I can imagine
how you feel.

I've handled situations like
this before successfully.

Any luck, we'll have Nigel
released in a few hours.

If there's any way
that I can help...

Yeah, there is.
Just do nothing, please.

Excuse me. I wonder if you
could help me. I'm Mrs. Allison.

We've just checked out of
room 1420 a little while ago.

Have you made up
the room yet?

No. No, not yet.

Oh, thank heavens.
My wedding ring.

I think I must have left it
on the bathroom sink.

I really
shouldn't take it off.

My husband will be furious
if I've lost it.

Would you be kind enough to let
me go inside and have a look?

Of course.
Good.

Thank you so much.

I hope you find it.

(DOORKNOB CLICKING)

(SIGHS)

Well, hello again,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Do you have a license
to carry hairspray?

Well, these days, one
can never be too sure.

Isn't it baffling,
Mrs. Fletcher?

Why do the pictures on the walls of
hotel rooms all look the same? Boring.

A wasted opportunity
to spread beauty.

That's an artist's
view of things.

But, as a policeman, I assume
you came looking for clues

to the whereabouts of
your friend, Mr. Allison.

Did you find
anything interesting?

Well, I've only
been here a minute.

Inspector, you told me that
there was nothing to investigate.

I changed my mind.

Doesn't that please you?

Oh, of course it does.

Although, Mr. Allison will probably
just turn up anyway in a few hours.

I hope so.

Sometimes unpleasant
things happen to people

who are friendly
with Philip De Kooning.

Yes, I noticed your
reaction to his name earlier.

The man is notorious.

We believe him to be
a major broker

in illegal jewels
and military arms.

In fact, he may have
had a connection

with the hit-and-run killing
of Hendrik Kuyper.

Murder?

(AGREEING IN DUTCH)

At the time
of Mr. Kuyper's death

he was working for me, tracking
the movements of Mr. De Kooning.

I'll have to tell Nigel
when I see him.

Yes, you do that.

In the meantime,

are you certain there is
nothing you wish to tell me?

No, there isn't.

I see.

Well, I'll be sure to let
you know what I discover.

Thank you.

Uh-huh.

You're sure
you'll have it by then?

Great. Thanks.

Okay.

They'll have the new compressor
installed by noon tomorrow.

We can fly
any time after that.

Splendid.
And the repair cost?

About 5,000.
Yeah, 5,500.

They want cash.

All my problems
should be that small.

Tell me, Nick,

you wouldn't happen to have 500,000
jingling around those jeans, now, would you?

That's a little
out of my league.

Well, be glad it is. The ups are
magnificent, but the downs could kill you.

LYDIA: Philip.

Pour yourself a drink.
Be back in a moment.

(DIALING)

Fasten these, will you?

Remember when you
gave me these, darling?

Istanbul.

Exquisite, aren't they?

Mmm.
Like all my jewelry.

But, then,
you treat me so well.

Nothing you don't
deserve, darling.

Omar Hakeem,
of course.

What?

Hakeem. Istanbul.

Maybe he can
advance me the money.

NICK:
Yeah, I just got the word.

The plane is ready
and waiting right now.

Yeah, as soon as we get our hands
on the money, we're out of here.

Two million pounds richer.

LYDIA: Philip?

NICK: Yeah. Just give me
the signal.

Okay.

(PHONE HANGS UP)

Sorry to
keep you waiting, Nick.

Why don't you run along,
have a good time?

I don't want to burden
you with my problems.

Well, I hope
you work them out.

Oh, I will.
I definitely will.

WOMAN: Operator.

Hello, Operator?

I was on the phone a moment
ago, and I was cut off.

Ja. Could you ring the party back?

Gladly.
I misplaced the number.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

I'm sorry. I have no record
of a room service order

being delivered on the
14th floor at that time.

Could someone come by and
just borrow one of your carts?

I suppose they could.
Excuse me.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING
IN FRENCH)

(SQUEAKING)

It's a tranquilizer dart. The sort
they used on animals in the zoo.

Nigel was knocked out and wheeled
off in that room service cart.

I've asked them
to put it aside

in case there are
fingerprints.

Couldn't resist,
could you?

I asked you to stay
out of it, I begged you,

but no,
here you are again.

Mr. Biddle, aren't you interested
in apprehending these people

to prevent them from doing
this sort of thing again?

Of course I am.
But my first priority is...

Is to get Nigel released.
I know that, but...

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Biddle here.
It's Finley.

Finley.

In regard
to the ransom.

Where the hell
is the money?

We're having trouble.
What?

We just now got it.
Damn it, man,

we are already two hours
behind their schedule.

We're going to lose Nigel, all because
your people are dragging their bloody feet.

Listen, we're doing our
best. It's a lot of money.

Try and stall them
as long as you can.

What?

We need more time.

I'll do my best.

Whitehall bureaucrats.

Well, they finally managed to
get the ransom money together.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

This could be them.

This is Biddle.

KIDNAPPER:
Do you have the money?

There's been
a slight delay.

I warned you!

Now, wait.
Don't hang up.

It's the weather. Amsterdam
Airport's fogged in.

Won't allow any planes in
till morning.

If you are lying...

Look, it's just
a few hours more.

You'll have the money
by noon at the latest.

Can I say hello
to Allison now?

(GROANS)

(MUMBLES)

(MUMBLING)
This is Nigel Allison.

This is my final warning.

If you're one minute late,
he's a dead man.

(PHONE HANGS UP)

(SIGHS)

(ANNOUNCER CHATTERING ON PA)

Excuse me,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, hello, Miss Vidal.

I tried to call you.

I hate to be a bother. But when I
told my editor about seeing you...

He's one of your fans.

And I just thought, wouldn't
it be an incredible thing

if I could say I interviewed Jessica
Fletcher and Nigel Allison in the same day?

When did you talk
to Mr. Allison?

At breakfast. What a
brilliant man. And charming.

Just the way a world-famous
author should be,

with a suntan, and a carnation in
his lapel and that twinkle in his eye.

Oh, that's Nigel,
all right.

Anyway, let's talk about
you, Mrs. Fletcher.

I'm sorry to put you off
again, Miss Vidal,

but I'm afraid
I can't just now.

(MAN ANNOUNCING IN DUTCH)

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher. This letter
was left for you at the desk.

Oh. Thank you,
Mr. Burger.

Mr. De Kooning.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Mr. De Kooning?

You may look,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Of course,
it's a work in progress.

Sometimes, sketching an individual's
likeness helps me to understand them.

Very interesting
so far.

Like yourself.

You... You puzzle me,
Mrs. Fletcher.

You seem so basically honest,
and yet often so elusive.

We shall see
how you turn out.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Inspector, there's a gentleman
who says he must see Mrs. Fletcher.

Are you all right, Jessica?
Colin!

I'm Colin Biddle,
Inspector,

associated with Mrs. Fletcher's
publishing firm in Britain.

Ah, yes, of course.

(SPEAKS DUTCH)

(SPEAKS DUTCH)

Mrs. Fletcher and I were
just about to discuss

the note she received
from Mr. De Kooning.

It was regarding Mr.
Allison's whereabouts.

Jessica...

Colin, the game has changed.
People are getting killed.

I think you should seek legal advice
before discussing anything further.

She's not being
charged, Mr. Biddle.

Only asked to provide facts that
might facilitate my investigation.

And I should like
to tell you both,

I'm not happy to have British
Intelligence or anyone else

play games in my territory
without informing me.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(SPEAKING DUTCH)

(SPEAKING DUTCH)

You'll have to
excuse me.

Inspector, can Mrs. Fletcher leave now?

Ja, of course.

But I shall need to
ask for your passports.

I want to have further
conversations with you both.

You told him! I can't
believe you did that.

I didn't, Colin. But
the man is not stupid.

I'm sorry, Jessica. This whole
affair has driven me a little crazy.

Well, have you heard
from the kidnappers?

I mean, is Nigel still...
So far, so far.

I spoke with him
briefly an hour ago.

And the ransom?
Well, the fog's lifted.

The plane should be touching down
any moment. We're almost there.

Mr. Burger, I am not responsible
for my husband's finances.

He misrepresented them
to me, too.

The only reason I'm staying
on in Amsterdam at all

is because the police have apparently
not finished questioning me.

Now, am I supposed to
sleep out on the street?

Please, please.

We're happy to provide you with
another room, with our compliments.

And then as soon as the police
allow us back into your former suite,

then we'll move
your bags for you.

Thank you.

Ah, pardon me,
Mrs. De Kooning?

I'm...

I know who you are.

Nigel Allison's
rattled on about you

at great, boring length
on several continents.

Well, it's Nigel that I
need to talk to you about.

Mrs. De Kooning,
would you have any idea

what it was that your husband learned about
Mr. Allison's whereabouts or his situation

that he might have been
about to tell me?

Mrs. Fletcher, if I had a dollar
for every time Philip confided in me,

I could maybe buy you
a cup of coffee.

Hell, he's been dead for, what, 12
hours now, and he's still lying to me.

I'm afraid
I don't understand.

I just called the airport to find out
what time the plane would be repaired.

And they said, "Didn't
Mr. Halsey tell you?

"It's been ready
since yesterday morning."

And they said Nick had ordered the plane

gassed for takeoff
shortly after noon today.

By noon?

By noon.

What?

Thank you,
Mrs. De Kooning.

(DIALING)

MAN: Operator.

Yes. Could you please connect
me with the Amsterdam News?

You've had a good run,
Harry. You and De Kooning.

He'd fly in diamonds
from South Africa,

you'd be waiting with a
shipment of illegal weapons,

he'd fly out the weapons to the
Middle East, and everybody got rich.

Until now.

By noon De Kooning was gonna have
the cash and we'd close the deal.

A few hours more, and your guys
would've busted into an empty warehouse.

So you ran down
Hendrik Kuyper

to keep him off
De Kooning's case...

Oh, no!

...until De Kooning got
his hands on this money,

then you killed him
for it.

And you figured you would sell
the armaments to his buyer.

Inspector, if I would've got my hands
on that cash, I would've been long gone.

Tell me, Harry,

where did De Kooning say he was
going to find all this money?

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(SPEAKING DUTCH)

Excuse me, Inspector.

The lab report on the fingerprints
we found on the murder knife

and on the note
Mrs. Fletcher received.

...918, 919. Yes.

JESSICA: It's all there?

The entire two million pounds.
Now, back up just a bit.

You say you think Halsey may be
involved along with this Vidal woman?

Who is not
who she claims to be.

The Amsterdam News said they had
no one there working by that name.

Now, yesterday morning
in the lobby

I happened to notice Mr. Halsey
slip a piece of paper to her.

All right.

But how does that connect them
to Nigel Allison's kidnapping?

Well, it doesn't
necessarily.

But I think it's possible that
De Kooning's widow was mistaken,

and her husband wasn't deceiving
her about the airplane's readiness.

You mean Nick Halsey may have
been misleading both of them?

Exactly.

I mean, suppose he was planning
a sudden getaway with Miss Vidal?

Now, look, Jessica,
you may be correct or not,

but right now I have to focus
solely on securing Nigel's freedom.

And from here on out...

...it becomes
extremely risky.

Something to which I have
no intention of exposing you.

Colin, I am going with you,
and that is that.

I mean, Lord knows what kind of
shape Nigel is going to be in,

so I packed some sandwiches and
some bottled water, and bandages.

No wonder he speaks
so highly of you.

I care for Nigel
just as much as you do.

He saved my life
in Beirut.

But you must understand, these people
are notoriously unreliable and volatile.

Now, I want you to go back to your
suite while I wait here for their call.

And God help us,
I hope we aren't too late.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

MAN: Mr. Biddle.
Inspector Van Horn.

Mrs. Fletcher, you weren't in your
room, so I assumed I'd find you here.

What is it, Inspector?

The police laboratory has
provided positive identification

of the fingerprints
on the death weapon

and on the note you allegedly
received from Mr. De Kooning.

Allegedly?

Inspector Van Horn...

Quiet, Mr. Biddle.

Or whoever you are.

I will deal with you
and your activities later.

For now, the only prints
on the message itself

were yours,
Mrs. Fletcher,

and the same is true
of the knife.

Therefore, I'm placing you under arrest
for the murder of Philip De Kooning.

Inspector, I never
touched that knife.

And as for the note, well, it
was clearly prepared by the killer

as part of an attempt to frame
me for Mr. De Kooning's murder.

Perhaps.

You know, I did not find
a murderess in that face.

But it is one that is
capable of deception.

I've never lied to you.

No, you have not.
As yet.

But I said deception. There is
a difference, however subtle.

Tell me, what connection do you know of

between the murder of Philip De
Kooning and your missing friend?

None, I'm afraid. There seems
to be a lot of disparate pieces.

Halsey, Monika Vidal.

And according
to Harry Tigner,

De Kooning expected to pay
him a large sum of money today.

And yet, this report
on De Kooning's finances

indicates that
at the time of his death

his assets
were virtually nil.

Now, Mrs. Fletcher, it's
time for the rest of it.

For you to tell me exactly what
role Mr. Biddle plays in all this.

All right.
But you must understand

that any interference by you or your people
could result in Nigel Allison's death.

I'd rather assumed
it was something like this.

Inspector, I think I know how
my fingerprints were placed...

On the murder weapon.

They were lifted
on transparent tape,

from something else I held
at one time or another.

A device employed sometimes,
I am sorry to say,

by unethical, overzealous
police officers.

Mrs. Fletcher?
What is it?

Inspector, I believe I know who killed Mr.
De Kooning and how to find Nigel Allison.

I only hope we can get to him
in time to save his life.

(VOICE DISTORTED) I'm calling to tell
you that I'm not going to wait any longer.

Either you come here now
or I will kill Allison

and notify the police
that you are behind it.

That was
very convincing.

Well, I just hope that it sounded
like the voice that I heard.

We'll find out.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Ja? Muller?

(SPEAKS DUTCH)

Our target
is on the move.

What the hell is wrong with
you, falling apart like this?

Falling apart?

What are
you talking about?

What are you doing? Do you
want Allison to identify you?

Mr. Allison is of no
further use to us, Biddle.

Halsey.

He just doesn't get it.

Change of plan, pal. A new
line-up, and you're on the bench.

Give me the gun.

It's all about arithmetic.

Two divides into two million
pounds a lot easier than three.

Well, well. Can't say
I'm surprised, partners.

But you're forgetting one
essential piece of the equation.

Newspapers?

I had a hunch when you phoned.
The money's safely hidden.

When I phoned?

I'm afraid
that was me.

And he's right.

Until a moment ago, the money was
safely hidden in the trunk of his car.

You fool.
You led them here.

Where's Nigel Allison?

He's over there.
He's not hurt.

Inspector,
I can explain everything.

I had an anonymous tip
that Nigel was being held...

Save your breath, Biddle,
for the courtroom.

Mrs. Fletcher has worked out
everybody's role in this matter,

yours included.

She figured it out?

Yes, I did.

Remember when you described your
interview with Nigel Allison?

You talked about him
in such glowing terms.

Just the way a world-famous
author should be,

with a suntan, and a carnation in
his lapel and that twinkle in his eye.

The flowers on Inspector
Van Horn's desk reminded me

that I gave Nigel the carnation
just before he went to his room,

a minute or so
before 12:00 noon.

And since he was electronically
checked out of the hotel

only three minutes
later,

it's likely that the only person who
saw him wearing that flower was you,

the kidnapper.

Once I realized you were
in on it, I asked myself,

how could the kidnapper be sure
that Nigel would be in his room

at precisely
12:02 yesterday?

And that's when
I remembered

that he was expecting an
appointment call from London.

From you, Colin. You set
Nigel up for the kidnapping.

Your plan was working
quite well, Mr. Biddle,

until the wrinkle
with Mr. De Kooning occurred.

I don't know
what you mean.

He means that somehow Philip De
Kooning found out about the ransom,

and probably tried
to cut himself in on it,

so you killed him
and set me up.

No, no, Jessica. I may be
part of a failed kidnap plot,

but you can't tie me
into that murder.

Oh, I don't have to. You did that
yourself with my fingerprints.

On the phone, in your room, you
asked me to pour you a glass of water.

You took it from me,

being very careful not to
disturb my fingerprints.

And being a professional, you
knew just how easy it would be

to transfer them
to the murder weapon.

VAN HORN: We found the glass
in your room, Mr. Biddle,

complete with traces
of tape adhesive.

It wasn't fair.

I'd worked out the entire
plan, taken all the risk,

and here was this loudmouth
interloper, De Kooning,

trying to horn in.

He'd overheard a phone conversation
I'd had with this idiot.

He came to see me.

I have worked too long,
planned for this too hard,

to have someone like
you dictate to me...

Look, look, Biddle!

From here on out,
I'm your new partner.

For one million pounds sterling
for keeping my mouth shut.

You have no choice
in the matter.

I knew he had to die.

And then you walked in, and I saw
the perfect way to get rid of him,

and to stop
your meddling, too.

I phoned up
De Kooning in his suite,

arranged to visit him
to finalize our agreement.

Then you left a fake message
from De Kooning to me,

asking me
to meet him there.

Only you met him first.

(GRUNTS)

Would it have been
worth it anyway, Colin,

with your friends here, just
waiting to kill you in the end?

I'm sorry for what
I did to you, Jessica.

For what I did
to Nigel.

JESSICA: And your research
was tracking Philip De Kooning?

Yes.

And Mr. Biddle admitted running
down Hendrik Kuyper in a rented car.

Yes, well, that was
to prevent Kuyper

from revealing Colin's
involvement, of course.

Thank you, Jessica,
for being there.

Speaking of thank you,
I have a gift.

For you, Mrs. Fletcher. A keepsake
of your visit to Amsterdam.

Ooh. I wonder if I can guess what it is.

Oh!

NIGEL: You really
captured her, Inspector.

Almost.

Unfortunately,
I had to let her go.

(LAUGHS)