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Good evening, Pablo.

Would you like a
shower and a clean up?

I expect you got very
dirty in town again today.

Oh, yes, please.

Oh, and by the way, madame.

- I'm due at the studio for drinks.

- Is Pablo driving you, madame?

- No, I don't think it's necessary.

I brought you a copy
of the latest edition.

Be careful.

You'll probably find the ink's still wet.

- Thank you, madame.

Did my dress arrive?

Yes, madame.

- Good.

Shall I run the shower?

- Yes, please.

Oh, and tell Pablo to call the studio.

He's to say to Mr. Lowe that I'll be late.

They'll just have to hold the
fort till I can get there.

Very good, madame.

- Thank you, and I'll need my beige shoes.

Yes, madame.

- Nice job.

Fast, too.

Six carbs?

- Yeah.

It's a custom job.

- Well, mind how you go, sir.

I'll do that.

- Good night, sir.

- Here you are, Freddie,
one for your album.

- Stick it in yours, will you?

- Hey, Freddie, Freddie,

do you think the great
Raymond lowe's watching?

Spying on me technique?

I think your ideas are quite safe.

Both of them.

- Yeah.

- Hey, Tony.

- Mind me drink, darling.

- Sorry.

Have you seen Louise?

- No, have you lost her?

- Mmm-hmm, she should've
been here hours ago.

- She's probably here, buried in this mob.

- Louise doesn't get buried.

- She'll have to get used
to the idea sometime.

Try in the studio.

She probably went straight in
to see Raymond or something.

- Will.
- Okay, love?

- Hey, have you seen Louise?

- No, isn't she here yet?

- No.

- She has to give a party when
I'm up to my neck in work.

Is Claudia ready?

- Oh, calm yourself down.

I've already told her.

- Yeah, good.

Think beautiful.

I like that.

Good.

Fine.

Now,

switch off, Suzie.

Let's try something different.

Penny, come down here a minute, darling.

There we are.

Just stand there.

Straight at the camera.

Straight at it.

- Champagne will be dead warm
by the time we get out there.

- And the men incapable.

- Raymond, is this gonna take a while?

'Cause I could go on with my knitting.

- Yeah, sit there, Suzie.

You sit so well.

- It's not my favourite position.

- Look, I'd better get back.

The guests could be getting out of hand.

- Well, get out and get Claudia in here.

I don't know how we're gonna
make this plane tomorrow.

- Oh, we'll make it.

We're Morocco-bound.

- They do this warm oil massage,

and, of course, Peter
practically lived in the place.

- Don't I know you?

- Do you, madam?

- Hey, are you trying to
get off with the hired help

or are you just lost?

- Actually, I'm looking for the loo.

- Well, why don't you wear your glasses

or your contact lenses?

- They make your eyes all red and puffy.

If I can't see, at
least I want to be seen.

Anyway, where is the loo?

- First on the right,
through the courtyard.

- Thank you.

- Damn!

I lose.

- That's me.

Okay?

I'm in.

Yeah, I'm in.

- Okay?

Six is the point.

She's going to do it again.

Six again!

Come on, let's have another.

- Does this belong to one of you?

- Oh, it's got to be hers.

She's just about cleaned us out.

- Thank you.

Okay, two pounds?

Yes.

- Right?

Five, five is the point.

Come on, five, come on.

Five again.

- Can I get in?

- Yes, why not?

I'm sorry, but I have to go to work.

I have to fix my face.

I'm sorry.

- All right.

- Maybe later.
- My two.

- Thank you.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- You get quite a charge out
of those dice, don't you?

- Yeah.

Gambling's my hobby.

- Can be expensive.

- Sometimes.

Are you one of this crowd?

- No, not exactly.

- What do you do?

- What do you think?

- I don't know.

Lawyer, dentist, tax man, tax man.

- I'm a syrup and fondant salesman.

Grant's the name-

- when you've finished
your champagne and chat,

come in and do some work, like now.

Excuse me.

- That's the photographer.

I bet he doesn't drink now.

- Nor would you if you'd
been in jail for three years.

He was finished until
Louise picked him up.

- Louise, where have you been?

- Oh, I got held up.

How's it going?

- Oh, not bad.

The people are wondering where you were.

- Has Raymond finished the retake?

- No, not yet.

- Who is that man talking to Claudia?

- Just another tall, dark, handsome man.

- Louise.

- How are you, Claudia?

- Well, the champagne helps.

But Raymond is killing us.

I'm just going back.

- Do you know what I fancy?

- Mmm, me, too.

- I'm talking about a sandwich.

- So was I, darling.

So was I.

- Mmm.

Lucky girls.

So, how do you want me, nude?

- No, not at the moment.

I just want your face.

- You're not really angry at me, are you?

- Yes.

Get ready, my darling, will you?

- Okay.

- Oh, Suzie.

Have you packed?

- No.

After the party.

- Well, don't be late, huh?

Girls, don't miss the plane.

- Louise, honey!

God, I wish I was coming with you.

- Next time.

- You bet.

- I'd like to talk to you.

- Have we met?

- Sort of.

Actually, we've never been introduced.

Are you enjoying the party?

- I'm the hostess.

- Oh, no.

Don't tell me it was you
who invited all these slobs.

- You know, no one minds
gate-crashers as long

as they don't make a
nuisance of themselves.

Now, you're not going to do that, are you?

- The reverse.

I'm going to be a great help
to you when we get to Morocco.

You'll wonder how you
ever got along without me.

- Are you looking for a job?

- In a way.

I'm sort of a salesman.

I was wondering if you might be

in the market for some jewellery?

- No.

- As a matter of fact,
I have a sample with me.

There's another one for the other ear.

- Well, naturally.

That's mine!

- It was.

It's mine now.

- How dare you?

- Of course, it's really Mrs. Raeburn's,

but then she's probably collected

on insurance anyway by now,

so what the hell?

That's where you first
aroused my curiosity.

Boy, that setup of yours, let
me tell you, it is something.

Your magazine does a layout in New York,

you make a hit, you're in and
out like a Fiddler's elbow

by the time the
bloodhounds start sniffing.

It's great!

- Great imagination.

- Sure.

But then, I'm a thief.

I know exactly how your mind works.

I've done a little checking up.

A little trip to Amsterdam, a Rembrandt.

Mexico, emeralds.

Jerusalem, the jewelled icon.

What's it going to be in Morocco?

- Let's go in the studio.

Excuse me, please, Raymond.

- Yes, sure.

- I'm going to Morocco to work, really.

Look, I'm taking my
photographer, the models.

I'm doing a big spread for
the magazine out there.

- And what is professor
bannen going to do?

- What do you want from me?

- I like your style, I like your setup.

And I'd like to go to Morocco with you.

What is it we're after when we get there?

- All right.

It's a medallion.

- Just a little old medallion?

- It depicts selene, daughter
of Mark Antony and Cleopatra.

She was queen of Mauritania.

Morocco.

- Valuable?

- Priceless.

- Professor bannen put you onto it.

- Yes.

You see, he can't get
it out of the country.

- But we can?

- Right again.

We'll share Morocco.

What about my jewels?

Oh, I'll look after Mrs. Raeburn's jewels

till we get safely back to London.

As a guarantee of good behaviour.

Yours.

Oh, now, that is a great shot.

- Do you mind?

I'm trying to take some pretty pictures.

- Well, I'm fascinated
by your work, Mr. Lowe.

You're a great photographer.

- The greatest.

Now can I get on?

- You'd better, or we won't
make that plane tomorrow.

- Yes, I'm going with you.

- What, as a male model?

- Mr. Grant knows the country,

has contacts over there.

- Do you speak arabic?

- Oh, yes, like an American.

- Hey, pop-on scarf.

- Freddie, this gentleman
is going with us tomorrow.

- But he can't.

The plane's full.

I'll never get you a ticket.

- That's okay, honey.

I've already made the booking.

- Let me carry that.

- Thank you.

That's very nice of you.

- He's quite attentive, isn't he?

- Yes.

- Get your things together, girls.

You don't want to lose anything.

- Okay, Freddie.

- Everything's listed,

but if you'd like to check
through for yourself...

Thank you, mademoiselle.

- Your photographer's
made quite a comeback.

- What do you mean?

- Wasn't he in some kind of trouble?

- Yes, but that's all in the past.

- I guess he owes a great deal to Louise.

- Perhaps he does.

- Excuse me, please.

- You have to give him
full marks for persistence.

He hasn't stopped since London airport.

You had to bring him, I suppose.

- You could put it that way.

- Raymond, have you got the
clearances for the bonded stuff?

- Yeah.

- Oh, good.

Louise, go on to the hotel

because this is going to take hours.

- All right.

- Where are we?

- Morocco.

- I mean, where are we staying?

- Don't worry, my love.

It's all laid on.

You won't feel a thing.

- What's it like?

- Hot.

- Morocco looks wonderful.

Tell us about it, Mr. Grant.

- Yes, you are the expert.

Fascinate us.

- Well, uh,

let me see, now.

Ah, here we are.

"The soil is rich in phosphates,

iron, manganese, lead, and zinc,

but it's still mainly an
agricultural country."

- Fancy.

- Mmm, all that knowledge
at your fingertips.

- And that's without my glasses.

- Are we near the equator?

- Yes.

Turn left,

straight on for a few thousand
miles, and you're there.

- Say, would you look at that?

- Must you always act

as if you were some
dreary tourist, Raymond?

- I'm a photographer, and I like it.

- Hey, how do you get a man with a veil?

He doesn't see you till
your wedding night.

Maybe it helps.

- Did you have a nice trip?

- Wonderful.

- Was your plane on time?

- Thank you.

Yes.

- All your party are on the
same floor, miss Henderson,

except the late booking, Mr. Grant.

- Fine.

- Oh, miss Henderson.

This letter came by special messenger.

Oh?

- Trouble?

- Nothing I can't deal with.

- Hey, Freddie!

Come out and see this view.

It's beautiful.

- Hi, neighbour.

- You!

I thought Freddie was there.

- Freddie?

Freddie took the cutest little place

right next to the boiler room.

- Oh, she will love you for that.

- Where are we going to eat?

- Thank you.

I'm having dinner with Louise.

- What are you doing after?

- Going to bed.

- Well, that's a little fast.

- I mean sleep.

You can wake up looking
like hell if you want to.

- I usually do.

- Well, I don't.

They pay me to look good.

Good night.

- This is Mr. Grant in room 64.

Would you send me up a bottle of gin

and a bottle of vermouth, very dry?

Yeah, and lots of ice, and two glasses.

Merci.

- Everything's gone through just fine.

The costumes, the props, the lot.

Now all I've got to do
is press the dresses.

- Bless you, darling.

Would you arrange the
cars for the morning?

- Mmm-hmm, sure.

- Room 65.

- Hello.

Claudia?

Everything's gone through customs.

No problems.

- Good.

- I have to see professor bannen tonight.

Mr. Grant has obviously
asked you for dinner.

If he hasn't, he very soon will.

I want you to accept.

- All right.

- Keep him busy until midnight.

Find out as much about him as you can.

You understand?

- Yes, but-

- Open up.

It's a raid.

- You're lowering the
tone of the neighbourhood.

Drunk, obviously.

- No, but I'm working on it.

Come on.

You won't have any dinner.

The least you can have is a drink.

- Thank you.

- Aren't you going to invite me in?

- I think you better go and change.

- Are we going some place?

- Well, I'm suddenly hungry.

Where are you taking me to dinner?

- Let's see, now.

Shall we go native-style?

- Well, I suppose you
know a nice little place

where the couscous is out of this world.

- Of course.

Well, I guess that
winds up our floor show.

- I loved it, didn't you?

- Yeah, and I love that Louise,

telling you to have dinner with me.

What?

- You changed your mind so quickly.

It was a little obvious.

- She didn't tell me.

She asked me.

- But you agreed.

- Mmm-hmm.

- Makes me very happy.

What was it, to keep
me busy or to pump me?

- What do you think?

- Well, you haven't done
very much about pumping,

but maybe that's to come later.

What can I tell you?

- Tell me what you want.

- I want you.

Yeah.

- Don't you think you
ought to ask for the check?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Mmm-hmm.

- I'll tell you what,
we'll do a little swap.

I'll ask you a question,
then you me, all right?

- Okay.

Tell me, then-

- hold it, it's my idea.

I get first go.

You are a top fashion model.

You could be earning a fortune freelance.

Why do you stick with Louise?

- I signed a contract.

Why?

- Well, I lost some money gambling.

Quite a lot.

Louise helped me out.

Now it's my turn, right?

- Right.

- Why are you here with us?

- Well, I had this little
business deal with Louise.

In order to work out the
details, I had to make the trip.

- Couldn't wait?

- That's another question.

My turn.

Can you tell the difference

between fake diamonds and the real thing?

- Yes.

- Then you must have known

that you were walking
through New York customs

with the raeburn jewels.

- You seem to be very well-informed.

Sneaky of me, isn't it?

- Slow down.

This kind of thing
doesn't impress me at all.

- Go on with the game?

- All right.

I help Louise.

I don't know why she
steals or if she needs to.

- And lowe, what about him?

- He takes good pictures.

- What about the deal with bannen?

- Is he in on this?

You know he is.

- No, I don't.

I haven't been told anything yet.

- But you know him?

- Yes.

I met him in Jerusalem.

- Where's the medallion?

- Don't you know?

I told you, I don't
like high-speed driving.

Neither do I like kissing in cars.

- Yeah.

There must be a better place.

- Thank you, Mr. Grant.

It has been most interesting.

- I tell you what,

why don't we all go up to my place

and have a little nightcap?

- Good night.

- I guess she didn't hear me.

- The wanderer returns.

- Without Claudia.

- Isn't that just always the way?

Now, if he'd played his cards right-

- darling, why don't you take up knitting?

Help you take your mind off things.

- I hope I don't get
covered in these bites.

- There he goes.

Oh, well, just a few pages of
there's a whip in my valise,

and I think I'll call it a day.

- What kept you?

- Thank you, my dear, for remembering.

- Oh, it's nothing, professor.

Sit down, Louise.

I had to send you that note.

We've got to have a talk.

- Of course.

We have to go over our plans

for selling the medallion.

- But that's it, you can't sell it.

- I'm afraid I have to.

It's a pity.

As much as I would love it for myself,

I'm afraid the money just
outweighs the beauty.

- You don't understand.

You won't be able to sell it.

- You worry too much, professor.

I already have a buyer.

I think you'll be very
pleased with your share.

- When I saw you in London,
everything was different.

Then I could've got the medallion,

and all you had to do was
take it out of the country.

But look at me.

Since my heart attack,
I've become an old man.

- You don't have to do a thing.

Just tell me where the medallion is.

- I haven't much time left.

What there is, I'm not spending

in some stinking, flea-ridden jail!

- I've set this whole thing up

just to get that medallion.

I'm not going back without it.

- You'll have to.

I've made up my mind.

- Then you'll have to change
it, won't you, professor?

Now, don't make things difficult for us.

You know Louise.

She's made her mind up as well.

Just tell me where the medallion is,

and all you've got to do

is sit there and collect,

or not collect, if that's
the way you want it.

- Stop it.

I'm a sick man.

- Yes, so am I.

Now, don't upset yourself, professor.

Just tell me where it is.

Oh, stop this!

For god's sake, stop it...

- We're wasting a lot of your
precious time, professor.

You're gonna tell me where it
is eventually, so why not now?

Come on!

- Oh, dear.

- What time is it?

- It's after midnight.

- Mmm, overtime.

- Hmm?

- Louise asked me to keep
you busy until midnight.

- Such application.

- I'm made that way.

- I like the way you're made.

Mr. Grant?

Hello.

- Yeah?

- Um, Mr. Grant, things are moving.

Professor bannen would like
to talk things over with you.

- Fine.

Why don't you make an appointment for me

in the morning, say, at about 11?

- Now, Mr. Grant.

- Well, I'm trying to
catch up on a little sleep.

- It can't wait.

We could have the medallion tomorrow.

- Where do I go?

- It's in the Medina, the bab chorfa.

Look for a cul-de-sac,

allal hachad.

It's the last house on the left.

- Right.

- What does she want you to do?

Whatever it
is, I don't trust her.

- If I was a good girl, I
would tell her what you said.

- If you were a good girl,

you wouldn't be here now.

- If you don't trust
her, why are you going?

- That medallion's worth a fortune.

- You wouldn't think of
double-crossing anyone, would you?

- I'm not sure I like working with Louise.

How about you?

- Well, I don't know.

- There may be too many partners.

Why don't you think about it?

What's the matter?

- Nothing.

Don't wait up.

Must you do that?

- I thought he might be someone I knew.

My mistake.

- Why don't we go inside?

- You afraid that thing might go off

and wake up his neighbours?

- I mean we'd better have a little talk.

- My pleasure.

It's a lot better than being shot at.

- Hello?

Hello.

- Police department?

You've got a cute way
of introducing yourself.

- Hello?

You took me by surprise.

Hello?

I came back to work and-

- to work?

- Well, yes.

Didn't they tell you in London?

When bannen came out of the hospital,

they planted me on him as his nurse.

Hello?

- Nurse,

you've fallen down on your job.

You just lost a patient.

- But i-

He's already on his way.

Someone reported the
murder 10 minutes ago.

- Anonymously, of course.

- Yes.

- Inspector, inspector.

- Oh, at last, Mr. Grant.

- At last?

You didn't expect me to drop
into headquarters for tea?

- Uh, no, Mr. Grant.

I expected you

to keep an eye on the others,

and I expected this young lady

to keep an eye on you.

- You?

Well, that's a switch, isn't it?

As a colleague, may I ask
why I'm being followed?

- Your people are satisfied that someone

is looking after their interests.

I'm merely making sure that
someone is looking after mine.

- I see.

A watcher to watch the watcher.

I suppose you've got another
character watching after her.

- Well, don't be too upset

that you were being followed, Mr. Grant.

At least it proved that you
could not have killed this man.

- Thanks a lot.

I'm very grateful.

- Now, who do you suppose did kill him?

- If you'd followed Louise
Henderson instead of me,

you might have had the answer
to that question yourself.

- And if you'd spent less time

with your very attractive model

and more time watching miss Henderson,

perhaps it might never have happened.

- Now tell me about
this girl, uh, Claudia.

- She's got nothing to do with it.

- Oh, by the way, you
have some identification?

- On a job like this?

Come on, inspector.

You know better than that.

- I should have been sent a
copy of Grant's fingerprints.

Perhaps you'd care to give me yours.

- You're really serious.

- Thank you.

I suggest you don't return to your hotel.

See that Mr. Grant is
accommodated elsewhere.

She'll take very good care of you.

- I'm glad somebody will.

- Oh, mademoiselle, bring him to my office

at nine tomorrow morning.

- Yes, sir.

You don't really think he's not Grant?

- Oh, yes, of course he is,

but he must be reminded of it.

He mustn't forget which side he's on.

- He's one of our best men.

- Then don't keep him
waiting, mademoiselle.

- So look after me.

- Claudia, not in bed yet?

- Couldn't sleep.

- Heat bothering you?

You really did keep him
occupied, didn't you?

- Mmm-hmm.

- He won't be back.

Now, go to bed.

Your own bed.

- Is this where they keep
the hardened criminals?

- Well, I could find
you a nice, quiet cell

if you'd prefer it.

- I'll settle for this,

whatever it is.

- It's my apartment.

- That's very kind of you.

- It's convenient.

We are colleagues, after all.

- Barrada seems to have his doubts.

Well, one could do worse.

- Thanks.

- I could.

And have.

Often.

- Would you, would you like a drink?

- All right.

Here, let me.

- Fine.

Then I, I'll go get you some bedding.

I'm afraid you'll have
to sleep on the settee.

I thought you'd gone.

- I was admiring your view.

It's quite something.

- They usually say breathtaking.

- Do you get a lot of visitors?

- No.

I meant just any visitors to the town.

- You speak arabic.

Were you born here?

Heavens, no.

You've probably never heard of the place.

- Try me.

- Ora moui.

- Ora moui!

Never heard of it.

- It's in the south pacific.

Lovely.

Paradise.

Often wish I had enough
cash for a trip back there.

No, my father was in the consular service.

His next post was Alexandria.

You know, in those days,

I spoke arabic better than I did English.

- You've caught up.

- When they found out I knew arabic,

they pulled me out of filing and research,

and there I was on the target
range, firing away with a .38.

- Are you happy?

- With the change?

Yes, it's interesting.

You meet people.

- Like barrada.

- Yes.

And you and those models.

Tell me, what's she like?

- Louise?

Very interesting.

- No, I mean Claudia.

- Claudia?

Very interesting, too.

That perfume, it's marvellous.

- You like it?

- Oleander.

What did barrada say to you

when he called you back?

- He just asked me to bring
you to him in the morning.

Shall we go in?

- Yeah.

You can't keep talking out here.

You'd never get anything on tape.

Oh, that's a good look.

Very good.

No wonder they took you
out of filing and research.

Come on.

The termites are moving in, barrada,

and we're falling back.

Over and out.

I know, you didn't know it was here.

- It's true.

- Look, you don't believe me.

Why should I believe you?

- I promise you.

- Oh, don't make any promises, honey.

Just let's have a relationship
based on mutual distrust.

- Oh, you!

Here!

You can make your own bed and lie on it.

Oh, and do remember, if you
want anything, anything at all

during the night, don't
hesitate to get it yourself.

- Where's the coffee?

- Help yourself.

- How did you sleep?

- Too well.

- I can never get enough.

- Really?

- Hello.

Good morning.

- Good morning, Freddie.

- Good morning.

- Oh, good morning.

- Mmm, isn't it?

It's just as well you're
this side of the camera,

because you look dreadful.

Did you have a late night?

- I'll just see that
everything's loaded, all right?

- Good idea.

- Hi, baby.

- Don't be long.

What's all this rush?

- Oh, we have a long drive.

- Hey, a British archaeologist

found dead here in town last night.

"Hubert bannen, fellow
of the society of..."

Hubert bannen, that's a name I know.

Louise, you know him, too.

- I don't think so.

- Oh, come on, you must remember.

He came to your office.

- No.

I don't know any bannen.

Do you, Claudia?

- No, never heard of him.

- Come on.

Let's go.

Freddie, organise everyone for me, please.

- Mmm-hmm.

Sure.

Come on, you lot.

On your feet.

- Did you order my lemon juice?

- Nope.

Forget it, we've got to go.

- You all right?

You're looking awfully peaky.

- No.

Do you think I've caught something?

- Oh, come on.

- Hmm?

- Oh, come on, now, barrada.

That's always been a corny routine.

- Merci.

- Paperwork, Mr. Grant,
is tedious, but necessary.

Uh, please sit down.

- Thank you.

- I'm sure that as a policeman,

you will have discovered that.

- May I?

Do you believe I'm on your side now?

- I believe, Mr. Grant, that
you are, in fact, a policeman.

- Well, I'm not an opera singer.

What did you expect to get out

of that tape session, a hit record?

- I've really no idea what
you're talking about, Mr. Grant.

- Well, I think you'd better look around.

Somebody's after your job.

And will you stop trying
to climb on my back?

It's become a murder case now.

- No, not exactly.

He was dead before he was put in the pool.

He died of a haemorrhage.

I have just received the
pathologist's report.

- Well, that's very clever.

What brought on the
haemorrhage, natural causes?

- It was unfortunate that bannen

was the only person that
knew where the medallion is.

- What makes you think so?

- I suggest we call in miss Henderson.

- And I suggest we don't.

If we'd only wanted her,

I could have picked her up in London.

There are others in this.

- I hope you won't be too long, Mr. Grant.

I get a little impatient

when cases run on in my area.

Silly of me, I know, but I get
so used to being in charge.

- I'd be a lot quicker if you got off me.

- That man has a capacity to irritate me,

which I hope will not cloud myjudgement.

- You might have told
me about the microphone.

- Why?

- Well, surely, i-

- as long as you didn't
know anything was there,

you could give nothing away.

- Okay.

That's pretty good.

Get the horses back into
position again, Freddie.

We'll go again.

- Oh, can we get out of the sun?

- No, stay there.

It's healthy.

- You ever been so hot?

- Just take the rough with the smooth.

Remember the winter sports?

- I remember the ski instructor.

- Vivienne, penny.

He wants to do a shot
of you over at the fort.

- Okay.

- Claudia, he wants to do a single of you

in your gold top and orange pants.

- Okay.

What sort of mood is he in?

You know Raymond.

Full of old-world charm.

Together!

Strain on the ropes!

Vivienne, more frightened.

- I don't feel frightened.

- Then try, my darling, try.

Freddie, I want some horsemen

over by that far tower.

- Okay.

- Right.

- Claudia, will you take your stole now?

- Okay.

- Turn your head the other way, darling.

The light's better for you.

- Did bannen talk?

- Sort of.

- Where is it?

- I meant the right-hand tower, Freddie.

Have you ever played hide-and-seek?

- Yeah.

- You could be getting warm right now.

- What happened to Simon?

- Who?

Our new collaborator.

- Why?

Are you worried about him?

- No.

I just would like to know what's going on.

- You'll be told, my darling.

All in good time.

All right, I'm ready.

- Okay.

- All right?

To me a bit, Alexa!

I'm up here, my darling.

All right, relax.

I got that one.

You can take a break, Freddie.

- Thank you.

- Right.

- Hey!

What are you doing now?

- Snapping.

- There are drinks down
here when you're ready.

- Oh, great.

I'll be down in a minute.

- Right.

- I can't take much more of this.

Another five degrees, and I'm cooked.

- It's not too bad.

- I'm glad somebody's happy.

Did you see this?

What's that?

- A British archaeologist murdered, uh,

here in town last night.

- What about it?

- Well, I met him in
London, and so did Louise,

but now she says she's never heard of him.

- She's probably forgotten.

- How can you forget
meeting a man who comes

to your office and you talk
to him for an hour and a half?

- She meets a lot of people.

If she doesn't remember,
what does it matter?

- It matters a lot.

The man was murdered,

and I feel we ought to go to the police.

- You talk too much.

Look, we've got a lot to do.

Come on, come on.

Get everybody over to the fort.

Come on, darling.

- Anything happening?

- Yeah, quite a lot.

Look.

- You trying to lose me?

It wasn't easy finding you.

Boy, am I beat.

- Out all night?

- Part of the time, but the
police were very polite.

- Been giving them trouble?

- Someone has.

- You better tell me the worst.

I hope it's nothing more
serious than a parking ticket.

- When I got to bannen's last night,

he was a little reluctant

about discussing anything with me.

As a matter of fact, the
police weren't too happy

about me being there, either.

- It's dreadful.

We read about it this morning.

- Yeah.

Poor bannen.

Now he won't get to see
that medallion, will he?

- I'm afraid no one will.

Oh?

- Yes.

You might as well go back
to the hotel and pack.

I'll pay your bill.

- Thanks, but I think I'll stick around.

- Why?

- Oh, for laughs.

- Do you think you'll get many?

- I laugh every time I
think of the raeburn jewels.

- You surprise me.

A clever blackmailer knows when there's

no longer any point to it.

- And a clever blackmailer knows

when his victim's lying through her teeth.

Oh, I'll be around if you need me.

Thanks for paying my bill.

I see what you mean about sleep.

Late nights don't do a,

don't do a thing for me.

- I waited for you.

You didn't come back.

- Louise arranged a
little surprise for me.

Bannen was dead.

Have you thought about what
I said to you last night,

about too many partners?

- Claudia!

Raymond wants to talk to you.

- I'm afraid I have to go.

Later?

- Hiya, Freddie.

Hi.

- How are things going?

- Okay, thank you.

- You going to be here long?

- Well, after this shot, we go
back to the hotel for lunch,

and then on to the Medina.

- All right.

I'm ready.

That's nice, Claudia.

Keep that.

Yes, I like that.

Keep moving, Claudia.

Keep moving.

- Freddie!

- Smile, darling.

Shake the earrings.

Keep the head moving.

- Hello, stranger.

Hi.

Getting your share of close-ups?

- No, and I just love close—ups.

- Try a sunflower seed.

- Inspector, are you all right?

- Yes, I'm quite well, my dear.

What can I do for you?

- I've found how they intend

taking the medallion out of the country.

- Have you?

What are these?

- Customs lists drawn up by
the fashion magazine people.

They show everything that's
been imported under bond,

lighting, camera, props, clothes.

Everything.

- I see.

Where did you get them?

- I borrowed them from
the customs authorities.

Justanidea.

- A good one, it seems.

Goon

- now, as you know, importing under bond

means whatever you bring
in, you promise to take out.

Five, seven.

"Imitation antique medallion,

setting, simulated gold."

- So neither our customs people

nor the people in London
would give it a second glance.

I must toast your ingenuity.

Let us hope your Mr. Grant
is equally resourceful.

- Get him out of here now!

Get him out!

Come on!

All right, girls.

Are you ready?

That's super.

Let's have another.

Look at me.

All right.

Heads up.

That's it.

Marvellous.

Great.

Now I'm coming in closer.

Oh, I've got to go get some more film.

Relax for five minutes, girls.

Where's Freddie?

Look after my stuff, will you, Suzie?

I won't be long.

- Claudia.

When do they go for the medallion?

- I don't know.

|_ - all right, forget it.

Play it their way till
they get tired of you,

but try to stay alive.

Wait a moment.

- Where is it?

- Inside the fort where
we were this morning.

- They may already have it.

- No, I watched them all the time.

No one went inside.

- That fort goes on for miles.

I've got to know more.

- Have you searched bannen's house?

- Barrada's men were all over the place.

- Well, maybe if you went back.

There's a crypt under the house.

It was his workshop.

Maybe you'll find something.

- Thank you.

I might.

- When will I see you again?

- When I get back.

- Oh, Raymond, they say we're

ruining their business around here.

- Let's wrap it up then.

- Are you all right?

- What are we going to do about Grant?

- I'll deal with him in my own way.

- Your way doesn't seem
to be quick enough.

- What a day.

- Now for a great big vodka Martini.

- Beats me where Freddie got to.

- She's probably here already.

Maybe she's in the bar.

- No Freddie.

- No Raymond.

No Louise.

- How maddening.

What do we do with the clothes?

- Just leave them up in your room.

Freddie will collect them.

- I'm for a bath.

I'm going to soak and soak.

- See you later.

- I'm going to soak up a great big drink.

- I'm with you.

- I shouldn't worry if
I were you, Mr. Grant.

He's stopped breathing.

Poor Raymond.

And after he had such a
good idea to follow you.

Would you like to join him?

Relax.

I need you, and you need me.

- You do?

- Yes.

Getting the medallion
means robbing a grave.

- That's not very nice.

- It's in the fort where we worked today.

It's been sealed off for years.

Getting in won't be easy.

- And?

- The berber camp is right next to it.

If they find anyone violating a grave,

they'll cut him to pieces.

- Are you sure you've got
the right man for the job?

- Here's the map you were looking for.

And, uh, this is the
photograph of the grave.

- He got around, didn't he?

- When you get the medallion,

you will be coming back for
Claudia, won't you, Mr. Grant?

- Where is she?

- You'd better get a quick start.

It's a long drive.

With any luck, they'll
never find Raymond's body.

- Promise me one thing, will you?

When my turn comes, make it quick.

- And don't forget.

Claudia will be very anxious about you.

Start packing.

We're leaving in a hurry.

- Then it's tonight?

- Yes.

With complications.

Raymond's been killed.

Killed?

How?

- By your Mr. Grant, at bannen's house.

Did you tell him about the crypt?

- No.

- Well, he got there just the same.

Now he is getting the medallion for us.

- Does he know where it is?

- Yes.

I told him no medallion, no Claudia.

It seems he's quite taken with you.

- German.

9mm.

All shots fired.

I should hate to have to send out an alert

for your Mr. Grant,

or don't you find his
disappearance just a little odd?

- Yes, sir, I do.

- Gasoline.

Fill it up, huh?

Key.

Tout de suite, will you?

Allez, allez.

- Claudia?

- Good evening, miss Henderson.

Chief inspector barrada.

I'm sorry to disturb
you at such a late hour.

- That's all right, inspector,
if it's really necessary.

- Murder makes many things necessary.

- Murder?

So many people seem averse

to spending the night in this hotel.

Your assistant miss Garrett,

Mr. Grant, and the model Claudia.

- Claudia?

- And, of course, we know why
Mr. Lowe isn't in the hotel.

- Do we?

Oh, yes.

Raymond's gun.

He always carries it when we go abroad.

Strange places.

Young girls to protect.

- I, uh,

I found this in the
crypt in bannen's house.

You're under arrest, miss Henderson.

- Arrest?

On what charge?

- The raeburn jewels
will do for the moment.

- Simon Grant can tell you about them.

- Yes, we are relying greatly
on inspector Grant's evidence.

- Inspector Grant?

- Will you stay with miss Henderson

while she changes, please?

- Yes, of course.

Here.

- This is a rented vehicle?

- Mmm-hmm.

Anything wrong?

- You are miss Louise Henderson?

- Yes.

- Where are you going?

- To tangier.

- I see.

We are looking for a man
driving a grey impala.

Have you seen such a car?

- No, I haven't seen anybody.

There's no traffic on the road.

- All right, miss Henderson.

Sorry to have troubled you.

- Thank you.
- Good night.

You missed your turn, miss Henderson.

That's the road to tangier.

- How stupid of me.

Thank you, officer.

Simon!

- Hello, partner.

You're a long way from home.

Are you all right?

- Yeah.

I'm all right.

- Did you get it?

- Oh, yeah.

I've got it.

- As you said, too many partners.

- Oh, not you, too.

And with my .38.

- I thought it might be useful.

No, no!

- It's a good thing they got
you out of filing and research.

- Can you make it?

- I think so.

- You'll be all right now.

I'll be in to see you.

- No flowers.

I'm allergic.

I'll sneeze and pop a stitch.

- I'll remember.

Perhaps I'd better take care of this now.

Get well soon.

Please.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Grant.

- That's debatable.

Where's Michele?

- Well, you were lucky.

No bones broken.

Michele was recalled by your head office.

She told me to tell you that
she hoped to see you very soon.

I, uh, I called in.

Apart from being concerned
about your health, to, uh,

well, to thank you.

- That's very considerate of you.

- Also to apologise.

I confess I had certain
misgivings about your loyalty.

- Oh, that's all right.

I had a few about yours.

- Oh, now, really.

Well, I thought you might care
to take a last look at this.

I'm on my way now to
hand it in to the museum.

From now on, it will
lie between two inches

of bulletproof glass.

- It's very beautiful.

- Yes, it is.

It's very beautiful.

- It's also a fake.

It's as phoney as Michele's recall.

It's the copy they brought with them.

- I'll murder her.

- You'll have to find her first.

- Well, that's an ideal job for you.

You know what she looks like.

- Oh, no.

I'm on sick leave.

- Very well.

I'll find her myself.

I'll get her, and I'll get the medallion.

- Yeah.

You do that.

Oh, kamal.

Oui, monsieur Grant.

Get me a plane reservation

to the south pacific.

- The south pacific?

- And get me as far as Tahiti.

I'll figure it out from there.

Ora moui.

Ooh!