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[music playing]

NARRATOR: On December 25,
an airplane was sighted

off the coast of Barcelona.

It was flying empty.

Investigation of this case
reached into the highest

circles, and the
scandal was very

nearly responsible for
the fall of at least

one European government.

This motion picture is a
fictionalized reconstruction

of the events leading
up to the murder

and to the appearance
last Christmas

morning of the empty plane.

[music playing]

[knocking on door]

[knocking on door]

[knocking on door]

Jakob Zouk?

Jakob Zouk?

I'm sorry, but you're going
to have to talk to me.

We gotta get out of here.

Look, if we don't start
moving right away,

you're going to be killed.

I mean that-- murdered.

I'm a dying man with no money.

Somebody wants to kill me?

He's wasting his time.

No money, huh?

But you could use some
dough, couldn't you?

How would you like
to earn 500 marks?

Earn?

Or even 1,000.

We can go to my hotel.

No, that's no good.

He might find us.

We go to another hotel.

I'll get you a fine
room with a nice bed

and lots of warm, big,
thick, heavy blankets.

Oh, yeah?

And who are you, Santa Claus?

I am the one who's going to
keep you from getting murdered.

Oh, I know you, Zouk.

You're an old jailbird.

Yeah, just out of stir.

An ex-dope pusher.

The world's forgotten you.

I wouldn't give
you a thought if I

didn't have to-- if my own
life didn't depend on it.

I'd better tell you my story.

Who are you?

GUY: My name's Van Stratten.

Though just a little while
ago, when they caught me,

I was running American
cigarettes in Italy.

A lot of us were doing
it after the war.

So what's this
got to do with me?

I'm dying.

Nothing, but
would you listen--

Leave me alone.

Will you shut up and listen?

There's hardly any time left.

You've gotta get this
straight-- if I'm

going to save your
miserable life for you,

you're going to have to
understand this story, see?

It all began one night last
spring in the harbor at Naples.

Mily-- that's my girl--

she was asleep on
board the boat.

I'd been in town.

I was just coming
back along the docks,

when suddenly I see this
character with a peg leg.

Seemed like he was in an awful
hurry to get away from there.

Then a couple of minutes
later, I see this other guy.

At first, I thought
he was drunk.

[halting footsteps]

[music playing]

[policemen speaking italian]

[train whistle blowing]

[gun shots]

[train whistle blowing]

[policemen yelling]

Who is this man?

You know we can't
afford any trouble.

GUY: Go get a doctor, quick.

Too late for a doctor.

But the police--

Try to keep them away.

I don't want to spend my last
few minutes with a lot of cops.

I don't blame you.

Guy, you didn't do it?

Of course not, but we
can't let him bleed to death.

No, mademoiselle.

It was another who stabbed me.

He got away.

[policemen yelling]

[whistles blowing]

Go see what's happening.

[policemen yelling]

[policemen yelling]

[gun shots]

Must have gotten whoever
it was that knifed you.

Seems like they're trying to
shoot it out with the cops.

What is your name?

Van Stratten, Guy.

BRACCO: I am Bracco.

You call me Marcel.

This way I spend my last
few minutes among friends.

All right, old man.
Take it easy.

I'm with you.

You're with me?

After all the
friends I've had, you

that I've known a few minutes--

you're the only one.

I want to give you something
to show you my thanks.

It's all right, fella.

[music playing]

[policemen yelling]

[gun shots]

[gasping]

MILY: The police--
they're coming this way.

The police.

What can they do for me now?

What about us?

Guy, will they put
me in jail, too?

Shut up.

Now listen.

What I give you is two names.

You don't have to
give me anything.

MILY: Here they come.

This, I didn't think
I'd give to anyone.

It isn't money, but
it is worth millions.

This is my gift to you.

It will make you rich.

It's Bracco.

The American?

What's he doing here?

Look, I just happened by.

I've got a boat here.

POLICEMAN: Your papers.

GUY: I'll go on
board and get them.

We'll come with you.

[policemen speaking italian]

Come here.

Come here.

Please-- I must tell you this.

Now remember, this is secret.

Give it only to your friend.

POLICEMAN: These
cigarettes are contraband.

It's worth a
great deal of money.

POLICEMAN: That's
jail for you, Jail.

[policemen speaking italian]

GUY: Real smart cop.

You'll remember [gasping]
the other name, too.

And the woman.

[policemen speaking italian]

OK, so you found
the cigarettes.

This girl has no connection
with my business.

POLICEMAN: Come on, Bracco.
What were you saying?

What?

Is he dead?

What do you think?

Bracco was whispering something.

Yeah, what was the
message he gave you?

Yes, Bracco was
talking to you.

What was it?

MILY: He wasn't
making any sense.

It was just a name.

He was dying.

POLICEMAN: What name was it?

Arkadin.

Gregory Arkadin.

There was another
name, too, that Bracco

had whispered to Mily, but I
couldn't ask her what it was.

Not while the cops had me.
- Bracco.

Mily.

Who are these people?

Mily was my
girlfriend at the time.

I already told you.

Bracco I'd never
even seen before.

As to what this racket was or
how he got himself stabbed,

or why he should give me
Gregory Arkadin's name--

I hadn't a clue.

So why should this
Bracco do you a favor

if he didn't know you before?

GUY: I don't know.

Maybe he got some kind
of a sympathy for me.

He was dying.

Oh, I'm dying, but I got no
sympathy for you whatsoever.

I don't know you either,
but I'm doing you a favor.

I'm going to save your life.

BRACCO: Oh, so all of a
sudden you're a doctor.

Will you tell me please
how you figure to save me?

You are going to find out,
Mr. Zouk, if you'll just

try keeping your yap shut
for a minute and your mind,

if you have such a thing, on
what I'm trying to tell you.

Like I say, I had to do time
for the cigarette smuggling.

They confiscated my boat.

I was broke.

So when I got out, I had
nothing else to do but look

around and ask questions.

Arkadin-- he had a villa near
Monte Carlo, a castle in Spain,

one of the biggest
yachts in the world,

and at least three passports.

But who he really was and
where all that dough came from,

nobody could tell me.

Old Mily wasn't waiting
for me at the prison gates,

but I traced her down to
Juan-les-Pins, to a nightclub

where she was doing
a bubble dance.

We got paid to let
her off at that party.

Which party?

The party, naturally.

This season, a party
means just one thing--

Gregory Arkadin.

GUY: So Mily'd got next
to Arkadin already.

She was a birdbrain,
but at least

she had something to go on--

that other name that
Bracco whispered to her.

So, you've been to
Arkadin's party.

How'd you make out?

Well, there must have
been 50 other girls

out there on that boat.

Yeah.

I hear he's sailing
it back to Spain.

And next week, he's
giving a big society ball.

Why don't you try to
get yourself invited,

and then we can--

To a society ball?

On the yacht, stupid.

All right.

Look, try and
go on that cruise

he's taking if you can do it.

All right.

Then maybe, if you
can get close to him,

you can sort of throw
that other name at him.

That's the trouble.

You forgot it, you mean?

Well, you see, I--

I couldn't hear very well.

Oh.

And right after that,
the-- what's-his-name--

Bracco died.

So I couldn't very well
ask him to repeat it.

OK.

OK.

Now look, you tell Mr. Arkadin--

Shh.

--that you have a friend who
knows somebody named Bracco.

Mm-hmm.

Don't use my name.

Oh, Guy.

Be careful.

You just tell him
that if he's interested,

a meeting can be arranged.

Look, it's different for me.

I'm a girl, and he's a man.

Will you please stop trying--

Well, I can handle him.

I hope so.

There must be an opening
for a bright young man

in some company that
Arkadin happens to control.

Stranger things than that
have happened in big business.

MILY: Sure.

Come to think of it, who knows
how Mr. Arkadin got started?

Started?

I didn't even know what
we were really after.

Some of that Arkadin
money, of course, but how?

Shake him down?

What about?

Some name a guy whispered to
Mily and that Mily forgot?

I not only knew
it was crazy, but

the closest I could even get to
Arkadin was that yacht of his.

The Raina, it was called--

after his daughter.

She's quite some dame, Raina.

A real looker.

With her money, she
wouldn't need to be.

No, Arkadin thinks everybody's
after her for his dough.

And he's wrong about you.

All I wanted was to use
her to get close to him.

That is, at first.

(LAUGHING) And now it's love.

Let me this in my own way?

Raina's been to some high-class
schools in America, but she's--

well, tough.

No illusions about anything.

Oh, then there's her boyfriend--
a long drink of cold water

called the Marquis of
something or other.

The Marquis of Rutleigh.

But I don't think
it's anything serious.

Oh.

How come she's not at his party?

It isn't the kind of party
you ask your daughter to.

That the telephone
switchboard back there?

- Yes, right over there.
- Good.

Excuse, me Darling.

I seem to be wanted
on the telephone.

Awful bore.

OK.

Excuse me, Would
you like to dance?

We haven't met--

No, I'm sorry, I--

Your friend's gonna to be some
time on a long-distance phone.

How do you know Bob's
taking a long-distance call?

Well, who would know better?

I put the phone call in myself.

You gonna be stuffy about
it, or shall we start dancing

right now and save some time?

[raina laughing]

Ecoutez, Operator!

GUY (VOICEOVER): With her
British boyfriend occupied

on the telephone,
Raina and me were just

getting nicely acquainted--

then we got the bad news.

Mr. Arkadin-- he was
waiting for her in the car,

and the message was that it
was getting kind of late.

BOB: Yes, but how
did he learn that you

were here, and so quickly?

He runs the greatest
private spy system on Earth.

Yes, I know that.

But when am I going
to see you next?

I'm leaving for
Spain in the morning.

Are you flying?

In In Father's plane?

No.

Oh, driving yourself.

Getting an early
start before dawn.

I say, that sounds
perfectly frightful.

There he is, in the car.

Your father?

Better get back inside.

I say, but look
here, old girl--

I'd rather he didn't
see us together.

All right.

Oh, excuse me, old man.

OK.

So sorry.

Hey, that's quite
a coincidence.

I mean, you're going
to Spain tomorrow.

I'm going there
myself, you know.

- Small world, isn't it?
- Yeah.

Hi, Pops.

How was your party?

GUY (VOICEOVER): It wouldn't
be so tough to get stuck

on a doll like that,
dough or no dough,

but romance wasn't
any part of my plan.

Plan?

The truth is, I
didn't have any plan.

I was just knocking myself
out, chasing something.

I didn't have any
idea what it was.

But daybreak, there I was in
front of the Arkadin villa,

hitching myself a ride to Spain.

I threw Raina a line
about how my own car just

happened to break
down there, and would

she please give me a lift?

But just then, I noticed
some character spying on me.

Oh, that?

He's one of my
father's secretaries.

GUY: Huh?

RAINA: He has all
kinds of secretaries.

Some of them double
as vice presidents.

That one's a masseur,
and there's Rico.

He's in charge of ladies'
telephone numbers.

But that's something I'm
not supposed to know about,

of course.

GUY (VOICEOVER):
Well, they all seemed

to be very interested in who
it was that was bumming a ride

with the boss's daughter.

It was quite some ride, at that.

She really made time.

And so did I.

Well, that's a castle
in Spain, for sure.

Thanks for the lift.

You're spending
the night here?

I wanna try and talk the local
hotel into giving me a bed.

I'll show you where it is.

It's either that, or--

Or what?

Or we develop a sick
headache or a leaky carburettor

or something like that, and we'd
be forced to spend the night

the other side of the border.

[plane flying overhead]

Uh-oh.

Here comes the Ogre.

Ogre?
What's that?

The Ogre's my
nickname for Father.

Oh, your father.

RAINA: Didn't you ever
read any fairy tales?

No, not many.

You know,
"Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell

the blood of an Englishman.

Be he alive or be
he dead, I'll grind

his bones to make my bread."

And that's an ogre, huh?

Some kind of a bogeyman.

(SCOFFING) If you meet my
father, you'll see what I mean.

GUY: If?

You mean when I meet him.

That's him up there, huh?

That plane?

RAINA: Yes, he flew to
Tangiers this morning.

Now joining me here to get ready
for our famous masked ball.

That's not till Sunday night.

Good.

What's good about it?

Gives us almost a week.

For what?

Getting better acquainted.

Don't tell me
you're staying on.

I'm going to your party.

(LAUGHING) I don't believe it.

Well, why not?

You know all your
guests personally?

Of course not.

GUY: Well, you know me.

Do I?

Maybe not yet, honey,
but you're going to.

(RAINA LAUGHING)

What's so comical?

I like your being tough.

It's just too bad
you're such a cornball.

(PENITENTES CHANTING AND

DRUMS)

I've been looking for you.

So were Father's secretaries.

The who?

And please stop smoking.

Uh-huh.

On account of those
characters with a hood?

Shh.

I thought the Masquerade
wasn't until Sunday.

It's a religious procession.

Ah.

They're Penitentes.

What?

If you'll keep quiet,
I'll explain it to you.

Uh-huh.

Look.

Some of them are barefoot.

Others have chains.

Excuse me a minute.

Oh, I thought you
were looking for me.

I just spotted
somebody down to crowd

I ought to say hello to.

The girl in the sweater
who was waving to you?

Mily?

Well, as a matter
of fact, I think

she's down here to get on that
cruise your father's giving.

She's more a friend of his.

Well, if she's his type.

Yeah, but--

Thanks for dragging yourself
away from your new girlfriend.

I'd ask what--

Yeah, I heard you were
in town at the local hotel.

I'd ask what she's got
for you that I haven't got,

except I happen to
know the answer--

a couple of $100 million.

Will you please be quiet?

What gives with those
crazy Klu Kluxers?

They're Penitentes.

Yeah, I know, but what are
they dressed up like that for?

They're doing penance.

That means they're
sorry for their sins.

They must be awful sorry.

GUY: Well?
- Hmm?

GUY: Did you get
on that cruise yet?

What do you think I came
to Spain for, to see you?

Look, Mily, I've been
thinking this thing over.

I think maybe we
ought to forget it.

Guy!

Coming.

Forget it?

You're going after Arkadin's
money in your own way,

through his
daughter, aren't you?

Well, you'd better
watch your step,

or I might decide
to start talking.

I mean it, Guy.

And it won't be about Bracco or
anything mysterious like that.

It'll be all about you.

Are you, by any chance,
trying to threaten me?

I'm just telling you
to leave her alone.

RAINA: Hi, chum.

What are you doing here?

GUY: Just waiting.

Not right under
the castle like this,

where we can be seen.

Yeah, that castle's kind
of hard to get away from.

I know, and the town's
swarming with secretaries.

I'll phone you as soon as
I get away from the Ogre.

Look, why don't you take me
up there, introduce me to him,

and be done with it?

Because we're having fun, and
I'd like it to last a few days,

cornball.

[music playing]

RAINA: Look!

You win!

Hey!

I knew it.

Well, what do I win?

These.

Come on.

[children yelling]

Hey, what's all the rush?

There are a couple of
secretaries back there.

- Checking up on you, huh?
- Yes.

He treats you like
he's a jealous husband.

If Father had his way,
I'd never get married.

You don't have to
worry about that, honey.

Oh?
What do you mean?

I'll make you a promise.

As long as I live, I'll
never ask you to marry me.

Gee, thanks.

Hey!

[music playing]

[CROWD CHEERING AND

APPLAUDING]

One moment please, sir.

Beg your pardon?

Does the Count de
Torregon know that you're

here with his invitation, sir?

Well--

Don't be dreary, Rudi.

Of course he does.

Raina sent me to
fetch you, old boy.

Oh, thanks.

No, this way.

And put your mask on.

That's the form, you know.

Well, anyway,
where's the Ogre?

- I beg your pardon?
- Our host.

I would like to see him.
- Well, you can't mean that.

Why not?

I've been trying to
keep him from seeing me.

What do you mean?

Well, ever since
I was caught taking

Raina out without
official permission,

I've been persona non grata.
- Who?

Nice.

All right.

So it's a masquerade, but
it isn't Halloween, is it?

What's with all these
crazy Frankensteins?

SECRETARY: Now look, old
boy, you don't understand.

All these people are supposed
to represent the paintings.

Now, some of us have come as
the visions and monsters--

Goya.

Who?

You know Goya.

Glad to meet you.

[music playing]

Now what?

Just a whim of the Ogre.

Tell me, do I have to fight a
duel with these two characters?

No, drink the triple
vodka and you pass.

A triple-strength vodka?

Sorry, sir.

There are no exceptions.

(LAUGHING) Father likes his
guests to be ready for a party

before it starts.

Savage, of course, but
then, so then so is he.

Try and make an
impression on him.

[music playing]

I'm sorry.

I see you were talking
with out hostess.

Well, I--

The young Miss Arkadin.

Well, of course I
know Raina, Mister--

We won't introduce ourselves.

This is a masquerade.

You've known her long?

Raina?

Oh, we've met a few times.

All sorts of people are
always trying to meet her.

In her position, that's
natural, of course.

Fortune hunters, adventurers--
you know the type.

Well, sure.

(CHUCKLING) I
thought you would.

Come here.

Let me show you something.

You might be interested.

You know where we
are, don't you?

Shut the door, please.

This is her bedroom.

Oh?

Raina's bedroom.

You understand?

Well, it's a very
beautiful room.

This whole place is--

This is her bed.

Her pillow.

I left this here
for her to study.

You can look at
it if you want to.

"Confidential Report."

It has my name on it.

Oh?

Yeah.

Yeah, my name is Van
Stratten, Mr. Arkadin.

According to that dossier, you
were born George Streitheimer.

Streeter!

My father's name was Streeter.

Your father's
identity does not

seem to have been established.

Go on.

Read it.

Be sure to leave it for
Raina after the party's over.

The party seems to be
over already, Mr. Arkadin.

Who got this up for you?

Private detectives.

It may seem a
considerable investment

to make for a mere gigolo--

a petty adventurer--
but you see, my daughter

is very important to me.

There's nothing
I would stop at--

So I'm a petty
adventurer, am I?

And what about you, Mr. Arkadin?

How do you think it
would look if someone

got up a dossier on you?

What are you two
doing in my bedroom?

One moment, Raina.

I want to be very sure I
understand what your friend

here is talking about.

Yeah, it's quite true.

I ran cigarettes--
even some gold once.

But What about you, Mr.
All-Mighty Gregory Arkadin?

How about if somebody got
up a confidential report

on the subject of you, huh?

All the dirt, I mean,
from Bracco on down.

RAINA: I'm ashamed of you.

GUY: Yeah, that's
just about the idea.

I mean Father.

Do you really think
this is the way to--

Guy!

Come back.

[music playing]

[man chanting]

What's wrong?

I don't make a habit
of striking women.

- Guy!
- Don't worry.

You're safe.

I'm sick of jails, and
there's a law against murder.

What did you say to Arkadin?

I haven't seen him--
not here in Spain.

Did you tell him
anything about me?

No, why should I?

He's got private
detectives onto me.

You put him onto me, did you?

No, Guy.

I swear I had nothing
to do with it.

GUY: Both of you wanted to break
things up between Raina and me.

Well, now you've succeeded.

Where are you going?

Just leaving, that's all.

Am I going with you?

I want to get as far
away from here as possible.

MILY: Guy, I never once
talked to Arkadin about you.

Oh, and another thing--

I've remember that name.

GUY: You mean that other name?

That woman's name the
Bracco told you about?

Am I going with you?

Now don't get smart.

All right, all right.

It was-- it was Sophie.

GUY: Sophie?

Sophie what?

MILY: Well, it's just
that I can't remember.

It was something Russian.

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

Oh, I beg your pardon.

I was told I would find
Mr. Van Stratten there.

Will you put him on, please?

(WHISPERING) Secretary.

GUY: Secretary?

Mr. Arkadin.

Mr. Van Stratten?

GUY (ON PHONE): Speaking.

Mr. Arkadin is calling you.

I'll put you through.

ARKADIN (ON PHONE): Mr. Van
Stratten, I'm prepared to talk

business with you.

I said I'm prepared to
talk business with you.

My car is downstairs.

I'm waiting.

[music playing]

Oh, Van Stratten.

Mr. Arkadin is waiting for you.

Thanks.

(ALL LAUGHING)

And now I am going to
tell you about a scorpion.

This scorpion wanted
to cross a river,

so he asked the
frog to carry him.

"No," said the frog.

"No, thank you.

If I let you on my
back, you may sting me,

and the sting of a
scorpion is death."

"Now where," asked the scorpion,
"is the logic in that?"

For scorpions always
try to be logical.

"If I sting you, you will
die and I will drown."

So the frog was
convinced and allowed

the scorpion on his back.

But just in the middle of the
river, he felt a terrible pain

and realized that, after all,
the scorpion had stung him.

"Logic," cried the dying frog
as he started under, bearing

the scorpion down with him.

"There is no logic in this."

"I know," said the scorpion,
"but I can't help it.

It's my character."

Let's drink to character.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Excuse me, sir,
but Mr. Arkadin

would like you to wait
for him on the terrace.

[music playing]

I thought you called
me back here because you

wanted to talk business.

ARKADIN: Your
business, Van Stratten.

You told me you knew
so much about me

you could fill out
a dossier on me.

You know how it is.

A fellow gets around, he--

ARKADIN: Where?

Where did you get, Van Stratten?

GUY: Naples.

I'm not the only one
who knows about Bracco.

He's dead, but he told
us something about you.

Something you'd like kept quiet.

He was knifed.

Yeah, and then there's Sophie.

Knifed?

Knifed by you?

Do I look like a killer?

No, you're simply a fool.

I will not ask you
your price, because you

have nothing to sell.

But still, I'll
make you an offer.

I am going to give
you something to sell,

and then I will pay you for it.

Come on.

You have tried to
threaten me with a secret

which does not exist.

Now I'll make you a
present of a real one--

the great secret of my life.

Come in.

My secretaries work here.

We can be private.

Now tell me, if I really
had something to hide,

what do you think it would be?

GUY: Well--

Take a guess.

GUY: Well, there is something.

There has to be.

Why?

Well, if there isn't--

well, how come you
never let yourself

be photographed, for instance?

ARKADIN: Oh, I have
been photographed,

but usually I break
the photograph.

Also-- head of the photographer.

I am a strong man, Van Stratten.

How old do you think I am?

How would I know?

I don't know, either.

See, that's my secret.

I don't know.

You think I'm crazy?

GUY: No.

I don't think you asked me
back here to try to help

you guess your age, either.

ARKADIN: You've heard
of a thing in the army

called "intelligence check?"

Some kind of an
investigation, isn't it?

Yeah.

These army people are thorough.

They look under the wallpaper--
they turn up the carpets.

Which army?

Your army.

Yeah I did happen
to reside back

in the States in '42, so I got
a polite invitation to join.

You know, greetings there.

What's with you and the army?

I'm interested in some
proposed air bases your army's

building in Portugal.

And you want the contract.

I get it.

You're afraid one of
those investigation deals

could wreck it for you, and
you wanna hire me to help you

cover up a few little items.

You are informing me or
asking me, Mr. Van Stratten?

Mr. Arkadin,
I'm just guessing.

But now I'll ask you something--

what makes you think
you can trust me?

I think you will
do what I tell you.

You are a fool, but
not a silly fool.

And I am not ungenerous.

Not ungenerous.

That means--

$10,000.

Tax-free, of course.

You can have it in
gold in Liechtenstein.

Make it $20,000.

You're a poor
businessmen, Van Stratten.

You're bargaining before
you know what's for sale.

GUY: What I don't
know, I can find out.

Make it $15,000.

I am hiring your
specialized knowledge--

your ability to move
about in the underworld.

Underworld?

ARKADIN: I want you to
make an investigation

and prepare me a report.

Report?

A report on what?

Gregory Arkadin.

All about Gregory Arkadin.

I'm serious.

It's me I want you
to investigate.

What is it you're so afraid
they're going to find out?

Van Stratten-- on my
mother's grave I swear to you,

I wish I knew.

And you figure that
if I can't smoke it out,

the army boys won't be
able to either, huh?

ARKADIN: I'm going
to tell you a story--

a poetic little story.

It's winter of '27.

One night, one
snowy night, I found

myself a young man in Zurich.

I had nothing-- nothing.

Only the one suit I was wearing
and a wallet in which there

were 200,000 Swiss francs.

With that money, my
fortune was built. You see,

I promised you this was poetic.

Well?

ARKADIN: Well, what?

Who was she?

She?

Who was she isn't
the question at all.

The question is who was I?

OK, Mr. Arkadin, I'll buy it.

Who were you?

That's just it.

What happened before
the winter of '27?

Where did I come
from in my one suit?

That is my real secret,
and you are the first man

I ever told it to.

I do not know who I am.

Amnesia.

Yeah, but if it's as
bad as you claim--

What do you mean, as I claim?

GUY: Well, look-- you don't
have any memory of what

happened you before '27, right?

ARKADIN: Right.

So what makes you so
sure your name is Arkadin?

ARKADIN: Huh?

Well, maybe it's Arkadeen
or Arkadini or Arkapapalous,

or Smith, even.
- Don't be a fool.

I know my own name.

GUY: Who says so?

I say so.

Oh?

Who Are you?

You just told me you don't know.

I'm paying you to find out.

GUY: So why does Arkadin
stick in your mind?

Maybe-- maybe it's the
name of a cough medicine.

Maybe it's somebody
you knocked off

for the 200,000 Swiss francs.

You think that's
how I got the money?

GUY: Well, maybe you stole it.
How do we know?

[knocking on door]
RAINA: Is Guy in there?

I'm alone, Raina.

Why is the door locked?

I want to see Guy.

What's going on between you two?

ARKADIN: Mr. Van
Stratten is gone.

He has left the country, Raina.

You will not see him again.

(WHISPERING) That is a
condition, of course.

She will not see you, and
above all, she must never learn

that I've given you this job.

She might imagine that--

that I'm paying you off.

Well, isn't that
just what you're doing?

You know, at first I
thought it was something else.

I rather thought you
were blackmailing me.

Here's to character.

Where did I stand now?

Was he paying me off,
or lousing me up?

Why should he think that
I could turn up something

that he couldn't even remember?

Well, the answer to
that was a long way off.

[music playing]

GUY (VOICEOVER): I had
to do a lot of traveling

and ask an awful
lot of questions

before I learned the truth.

From Helsinki to Leopoldville--

Brussels, Belgrade,
Beirut, Torino and Trieste,

Marseille and Mogador--

I talked to every crook who'd
even been around in 1927,

and a whole lot of other
characters besides--

even some of the big money men--

financiers up in
Arkadin's league.

I claimed I was a newspaperman,
but even that didn't

always get me in the door.

Sir Joseph is not well
enough to give interviews,

but out respect for
"Time" magazine-- that

is your magazine, isn't it?

Sir Joseph has consented to
make the following statement

with the understanding that
it is not to be quoted.

"Gregory Arkadin is
one of the shrewdest

of all adventurers
in high finance,

and certainly the
most unscrupulous.

During the last war,
I had occasion to make

inquiries into his past.

In another epoch, such a
man might have sacked Rome

or been hanged as a pirate.

Today we must
accept him for what

he is-- a phenomenon of an
age of dissolution and crisis.

As to his place of
origin and the source

of his first capital,
the most painstaking

investigation has
shown that these

are quite impossible to trace."

GUY (VOICEOVER): Mily,
out on that cruise,

was keeping in pretty
close touch with me

whenever she could.

And with a few other
good-looking dames

as fellow passengers, Mily was
junketing around all this time

with Arkadin on that yacht.

What are you
doing in my cabin?

Would you prefer
to come to mine?

Don't be funny.

You said you want
to be alone with me.

Has that slipped your mind?

Oh, yes.

The message.

You'd better have a
little more champagne.

It's not me that
wants to talk to you.

It's a friend of mine.

Guy Van Stratten.

You know
everything, don't you?

Only what I need to know.

MILY: Bracco, for instance?

For my business.

MILY: Oh, sure.

Guy told me.

Money changing, munitions--
some of the guns

you sent to the Reds in
China didn't even shoot.

Is Van Stratten a communist?

Are you kidding?

Then what's he
complaining about?

Nobody's complaining.

He's just doing that
crazy job you gave him.

Hey, you didn't answer
my question about Bracco.

Bracco.

Van Stratten
mentioned that name.

When did you talk to him last?

Bracco was killed and murdered
on the dock in Naples, Italy.

ARKADIN: No, I mean, when
did you talk to Van Stratten?

MILY: Seems you
were pretty chummy

with some Nazi
collaborators in Vichy.

Have some champagne.

They trusted you with all
their money, those Nazis--

to invest in South
America for after the war.

They didn't even
ask for a receipt.

ARKADIN: I've heard
that story before.

Now their families can't
even prove the money's theirs.

And then-- and then
there's Mussolini.

All those roads you built
for the fascists in Ethiopia.

Bad water, not enough food--

Guy says more than
100 of the men died.

You know, you're kind of cute
in a weird sort of a way.

After a person gets over
being scared of you.

Why'd you grow that awful beard?

To scare people with.

When'd you grow it?

1927?

You know something
about that year?

Van Stratten's
discovered something?

We know where you came from.

ARKADIN: That's more than I do.

Warsaw.

Huh?

What's that?

That's why Guy wants me to see
Tadeus when we get to Tangier.

Who?

Ta-- Tadeus.

Uh-huh?

He's an organized smuggler.

[both chuckling]

I mean he organizes smuggling.

[bird squawks]

Shut up.

[arkadin laughing]

He knows all the crooks in all
the world, and he's Polish.

What's that got to do with it?

Warsaw is a city in Poland.

I was aware of that.

You see, Guy went to
see your tailor in Zurich.

My what?

The tailor who made
your first suit of clothes

when you came there.

He's dead.

You probably never
even noticed the cutter,

but he remembers
you and the label

in the coat you
were wearing when

you first came in the shop.

Label?

MILY: The tailor's label.

Your suit was made in Warsaw,
so that's where you came from.

Guy couldn't get
into Poland now.

He'd never get a visa.

Awful lot of Poles left
home these last few years.

(GIGGLING)

ARKADIN: Refugees?

They went everywhere--
all over the place.

Tha-- that's what Guy's
gonna do-- (GIGGLING)

look up an awful lot of Poles.

But where?

Just wherever you
say, Mr. Arkadin--

everywhere.

All over the place.

(GIGGLING)

[music playing]

GUY (VOICEOVER): Now,
remember that Bracco had made

us a present of two names--

Arkadin and somebody
called Sophie.

So I asked around
about this Sophie, too.

Well, the first nibble I got
on that was up in Copenhagen--

in a flea circus.

PROFESSOR: Why come to me?

I am illegitimate
entertainer now.

Please watch your smoking.

I am only interested
in my fleas.

And now we are rehearsing.

Besides, I have to get ready
for a show in a few minutes,

so I cannot give you much time.

Oh, please, please, please--
the fleas don't like it.

Who likes it?

Will you at
least try guessing?

PROFESSOR: Have you ever
seen a football game?

Allez-houps Ah.

Between-- allez-houps.

Allez-houps.

Ah.

Educated fleas.

Now here's the kickoff.

Allez-houps.

Ah.

Now allez-- allez--

allez-houps.

Ah.

[sighing] Allez-houps.

Ah.

Now here is August.

He's the goalkeeper.

Pick it up, August.

Put it in the right
position, August.

That's right.

Allez-- Allez, August.

Allez-- Allez, August.

Poop.

Ha!

Why would a man want
to escape from Poland?

In the past few
years, my country

has offered its people a
wide variety of incentives

for moving elsewhere.

Now, wait a minute, Professor.

In your day, you were one of
the best con men in Europe.

Please, not so loud.

I don't see any reason why I
should lower my voice if you're

not going to offer me a--

cooperation.

Feeding time.

Come on, Professor,
think back.

A police case in Warsaw
involving a woman

called Sophie.

Couldn't you
find another pole?

There's Tadeus, that
contraband fellow.

Yeah, yeah, in Tangiers.

Why not try him?

Nah, he's too young.

There's nothing a type like
that doesn't know about crooks.

Crooks-- bah.

He has them jumping around
for him like my fleas--

only the fleas are smarter.

I got a friend that's
due in Tangiers this week.

She'll see Tadeus.

Oh, come on, Professor.

What about Sophie?

Sophie?

No.

A type like that, if she's
alive, she's legitimate by now.

What makes you think
she'd go straight?

Simple.

She was intelligent.

Did you ever stop to
think why cops are

always famous for being dumb?

Simple-- because they don't
have to be anything else.

Crooks aren't the worst people.

They're just the stupidest.

The fleas of the world.

And murder?

My friend, after
20,000 years, murder

is still a business
that's mainly

in the hands of the amateurs.

[music playing]

You!

You know Tadeus?

Tadeus.

I'm a friend of Guy's.

We used to see you every
time we came to Tangiers.

[non-english speech]

You must remember me.

I never pretty women.

It's too expensive.

But the Japanese cameras--

There I can't help you.

Van Stratten?

Has he got a new boat?

This is not about
business, Mr. Tadeus.

We just want you
to do us a favor.

I never do favors.

We only want a little
information about Poland.

I never give any--

Poland?

This won't cost you anything.

TADEUS: Do you know of a
fence in Amsterdam called--

Fence.

-- Burgomil Trebitsch?

Trebitsch?

We're not going to Amsterdam.

You and Van Stratten?

No.

I'm not with him anymore.

I'm on a sort of a cruise.

Enjoy yourself.

Trebitsch?

I'll remember the name.

Thanks, Tadeus.

Thanks for nothing.

[music playing]

Here [inaudible] Ah, ah.

Here we have a telescope.

Uh, 110 guilder, my dear.

[pop]

Wife can always fix it
with a weenie bit of tape.

GUY: Why not try to
stick to the subject?

You were gonna tell me
about a woman called Sophie.

Remember?

Mmm-- Sophie Radzweickz.

Hmm.

She was quite a girl.

Ah, not that I remember her
personally, only by reputation.

And with the telescope
comes a leather case.

You fool.
- What happened to her?

Where is she?

Ah.

Where is anybody?

Do you know if
she's still alive?

Well, if you
don't want the case,

I can sell you the telescope
without it, but then of course,

the price would be a
weenie bit steeper.

You haven't
answered my question.

You haven't
bought my telescope.

But I will.

I will, Mr. Trebitsch.

I'm going to buy it.

Now what were you
going to tell me?

(LAUGHING) Those girls.

Those girls were the
ruin of of Sophie.

Girls?

Ah, Hildegarde
wants more strudel.

What girls, Mr. Trebitsch?

Imagine, my dear--
they were hired

by the police to pose as members
of Sophie's dancing academy.

What dancing academy?

Well, perhaps you'd be
interested in a lovely aquarium

for your tropical fish?

No, thanks.

I already got a telescope.

You haven't paid
for it, have you?

Still, we can always discuss
price, can't we, my dear?

Now look, about
this dancing academy--

I am buying information.

Shut up.

To be buying means
that I'm prepared to pay.

I make it a principle never,
never to give information,

even about people who are dead.

I mustn't get a reputation
for being indiscreet, now,

must I-- especially
in my profession.

No, what you are
buying is a telescope.

GUY: Oh, fine.

Looks as if I'm also buying an
aquarium, but if Sophie's dead,

I can't see what
difference it could--

Dead?
Who said she's dead?

Well, nobody says she's alive.

I seem to remember she
got away from the police

when they broke up the gang.

GUY: The gang?

Well, come on Mr. Trebitsch.

What did the gang do?

White slavery?

Warsaw was the center of that,
my dear, before the last war.

Oh, my poor baby.

You don't know a thing.

Why, half the place,
it was running

to South America from
Central and Eastern Europe--

came right through Warsaw.

[inhaling sharply] Wait.

I've got something for you.

No, I don't want
to buy anything else.

You will buy this
one-- it's an idea.

Well?

Those young girls--

What girls?

The girls I spoke of that
acted as special police agents.

Well, it just happened,
my dear, that one of them

turned up here during the war--

during the occupation.

What's her name?

Come on, Mr. Trebitsch.

I'm paying you for this.

And she was quite a heroine
of the resistance movement--

connected, one imagines, with
(WHISPERING) the British.

(SPEAKING NORMALLY)
Once spent the night

here in my little shop in '42.

We-- ah, we got to
talking about Warsaw.

You know To Poles are.

Well, the Baroness could
tell you all about Sophie.

Well, Mr. Trebitsch.

Where is this Baroness?

The Baroness Nagel.

Well, OK, but
where does she live?

And here is the telescope.

You see, I believe
in giving value.

Value?

This thing doesn't
even have a lens.

Well, what can you
expect for 200 guilder?

Two-- 200?

You can always find the lens--

[cats meowing]

Ah, Gustie.

Danny, mittagessen. (CHUCKLING)
Ah, you can pay me in dollars.

I can offer you
a very good rate.

Oh-- guilder.

What?

Of course, there will be the
usual charge for breakages.

Breakages?

Oh, my beaded curtain
I can perhaps re-string,

and I may be able to
mend up my alligator,

but you've absolutely ruined
the pretty aquarium, my dear.

Eh, well, you'll
remember the name.

Nagel, hmm?

N-A-G-E-L-- Nagel.

Nagel.

Mm-hmm.

Is that all I'm getting?

The Baroness Nagel, hmm?

B-A-R--

I can spell Baroness.

Now you just tell me
where I can find her.

My dear, I swear
to you on my heart--

I haven't the remotest
idea where the Baroness is

or what happened to her.

[cat meowing]

[music playing]

[non-english speech]

Baroness Nagel?

[non-english speech]

[non-english speech]
the Baroness Nagel.

Nagel?

The Baroness Nagel?

Oh, she wouldn't have
gone back to Poland.

Not the way things are now.

Try London.

Nagel?

Yes, she was decorated by
our people and the French.

Wonderful girl.

Nagel?

I think she's working in Paris.

She's at one of
the big dress houses.

Dior, I think.

She's a vendeuse.

GUY: A what?

A saleswoman.

Oh, good.

I got something I want to buy.

Well, she live here.

Of course I remember you.

You are the gentleman who
was here the other day.

Well, I'm sorry,
monsieur, but the Baroness

won't be in till late tonight.

She has a dinner appointment.

Oh, thank you, monsieur.

I think it might be
with the gentleman who

brought her the
beautiful flowers just

the day after you were here.

He was a big, tall
man with a beard.

Yes, with a beard.

ARKADIN: Sommelier.

BARONESS: Criminal
underworld in Warszawa?

ARKADIN: Mmm.

It's true that
for a year or so,

I did see a little something
of that sort of thing.

It wasn't as amusing
as you might think.

Criminals aren't
ever very amusing.

It's because
they are failures.

Those who make real money
aren't counted as criminal.

This is a class distinction.

Not an ethical problem.

Here's to crime.

BARONESS: I suppose you want
me to tell you about Sophie.

ARKADIN: Sophie?

She was, in those
years, the most

important criminal in Poland.

However, we did manage to
put her out of business.

We?

BARONESS: There
were several of us--

young girls.

And I won't pretend
to you that we

were not rather
thrilled at being

part of the secret police.

Also, in my case, our family
needed the money badly.

We were sort of wooden
ducks-- how you call it?

A decoy?

ARKADIN: You mean you were
used to collect evidence.

Oh, it was a rather
nasty business, really.

The gang masqueraded
as a dancing school

where the young ladies
went to learn the tango.

The victims, of course,
ended up in South America.

I was glad, actually, to be
useful in breaking it up.

The leader got away.

Oh, Sophie's
been living abroad

ever sense, in great style.

Sophie.

What is her last name again?

BARONESS: She married years ago.

So what's her married name?

You are inquisitive.

Before telling you
that, I ought to ask

my employers for permission.

ARKADIN: Your
employers, Baroness?

You're a vendeuse
working for a dress shop.

That means you sold a
dress to her, right?

She's a good customer.

And she's been in your
shop more than once?

Every year, when
she comes to Paris.

Comes from where?

That is something one
mustn't tell, I should think.

I thought they were very
strict about people with

criminal records in Argentina.

Not Argentina, no.

ARKADIN: Oh?

And not Chile, either.

ARKADIN: No.

[both chuckling]

Don't imagine you
can trap me so easily.

I'll bet you a couple of
hundred dollars I can trap you,

Baroness.

Let's make it $500.

It's more sporting.

$300.

That's sporting enough.

Here.

Write Sophie's married
name and address,

and then we'll compare notes.

[violinist playing]

Aha.

First we'll have some
more gypsy music,

and you'll buy me another
bottle of champagne.

Then afterwards, just
for the fun of it,

you'll show me your money.

As you wish.

No, no.

I really can't.

I hate people who
sell information.

There was somebody
else only last week who

wanted to know the same thing.

What?

Yeah, about Sophie.

Ah, digging into the past.

It's really too disgusting.

Here-- take it as a gift.

After all, what's
that woman to me?

ARKADIN: You can't object
if I settle our wager.

There.

You see what I've written?

I didn't come
within a mile of it.

It was Van Stratten
who approached you?

Yes.

ARKADIN: Mmm.

I'm a fool.

(LAUGHING) Why?

Baroness, a fool is a man who
pays twice for the same thing.

GUY (VOICEOVER): Until I learned
about it from the Baroness,

I hadn't even realized
that Arkadin was in Paris,

but I didn't bother to see him.

If he was trying to
do my job for me,

I'd have to hurry up and
beat him to the finish.

Before catching the
plane for Mexico,

I stopped by at my hotel.

There still wasn't
any word from Mily.

I hadn't heard
from her in weeks.

No, sir.

There's no message.

But there is someone to see you.

Going to ask me
up for a drink?

Come on.

Guess we have time for one.

Oh, yes-- and there's
somebody else waiting for you.

You've been avoiding me.

Why?

I hope it isn't
because of my father.

No.

I've been away.

Belgrade, Zurich.

Why all this traveling around?

Job.

For my father?

Funny-- I thought I
caught a glimpse of him

here in your hotel, but that
doesn't make sense, does it?

You don't trust me, do you?

That's really why I
haven't wanted to see you.

You mean you
need to be trusted?

Funny-- so does Father.

Quite funny.

Simply because nobody
in their right mind

could trust either one of you.

What are you doing
in this man's room?

That's my question,
isn't it, Father?

Yes, and I think I'd
better ask it, too.

What are you doing here?

You can't have
known I was coming.

I didn't know it myself.

I have business
with Van Stratten.

Business?

And you gave me your word.

His word.

He gave me his word he
wouldn't see you again.

Oh, really?

And he swore to me that he
wouldn't take money from you.

How cheap did you come?

Well, Van Stratten--

No.

I'm asking the questions now.

$15,000.

Well, you wanted the
truth, didn't you?

You can save us that
old-fashioned melodrama

about your innocent daughter
all alone with a wicked bachelor

in his hotel room.

I only came back to
get my bags, then I'm

on my way out of the country.
- $15,000?

There's a price
tag on every man.

Yeah?

What's yours, Mr. Arkadin?

200,000 Swiss francs?

You know that was the basis
of the great Arkadin fortune?

Well, maybe $15,000 will
be the basis of mine.

You imagine I'm going
to give you that now?

GUY: A man needs money to
make money, Mr. Arkadin.

I wouldn't dream of asking
your daughter to marry

me as long as I'm broke.

RAINA: Marry you?

That dough he started
with figures to be

earned in some dirty way, too.

I'm going to find out how,
and when I do, who knows?

Maybe I'll wind up an
Arkadin myself someday.

ARKADIN: You hear, Raina?

That's the sort of
man you think you're

in love with-- a blackmailer.

Who says I'm in love with him?

GUY: I was hired by
your father to do

a little checking up for him.

Investigations, like.

Well, it was his idea, not mine.

Doesn't sound much
like blackmail to me.

But you aren't
in love with him.

RAINA: It does rather look
as though he's been taking

money to stay away from me.

GUY: I never
promised to do that.

Now I'm going to see you
whenever I can, job or no job.

But you're going away again.

It's just a short trip.

If I'm lucky, it
may be the last.

You're staying in
Paris, aren't you?

I'll see you here on my
way back from Mexico.

I wish we could all
settle down somewhere

for just a couple of minutes.

Frankly, I'm fed up with living
the life of an expensive gypsy.

ARKADIN: Raina, there's
no need to discuss

this with Van Stratten.

You know your life can
be whatever you want.

We only came to
Paris because you--

Because I said I
wanted to, and that

was because I hoped to see Guy.

See, Mr. Arkadin?

I'm afraid things are
getting just a little bit

out of your control.

[zouk singing tunelessly]

Out of his control.

Hmm.

Well, that brings us
to Mexico-- to Sophie,

and Oscar, and his accordion.

ZOUK: Concertina.

First thing that I--

so there is somebody in this
story you finally recognize.

ZOUK: Oscar and
Sophie was married.

Yeah, well now she's got a
new husband-- a retired general

of the Mexican Revolution.

Oh.

Oscar's playing his
accordion in Sophie's

restaurant for tips.

A concertina.

And blackmailing her
a little on the side.

Blackmailing Sophie?

That would take a nerve.

I--

Shut up.

What is it?

[music playing]

I thought I heard that car.

Sophie's car?

Sophie's in Germany?

Will you please get
dressed nice, Mr. Zouk,

and I will tell
you the rest when

we are somewhere that is safe?

I don't wanna hear.

I don't wanna tell.

I keep what I know to
myself, which is healthier.

Oh, you don't want to talk.

That's what Oscar said.

Ah, Oscar.

He's a drug addict.

He'll never be well.

I almost made him well.

I got him out in the water.

Took away his needle.

[music playing]

[music ends with a screech]

You hired me to played my
music for a pleasure cruise--

pleasure.

Ha.

I don't know for how long
we've been out on this boat--

for how many days
I've been without my--

Without your heroin?
[oscar gasping]

Ain't that the stuff you use?

You didn't throw it away?

You'll get your junk
when you start to talk.

I won't talk.

I won't tell you anything.

Now we gotta through
all this just once again.

You were married to Sophie--

I still am.

Well, she's got a new husband.

[oscar muttering]

Some big shot here in Mexico.

[oscar muttering]

You mean she was never
divorced, it that it?

So it's bigamy.

[oscar muttering]

Is this bigamy?

I won't talk.

OK.

OK, buster, we'll just
keep you here till you do.

What is it you
want me to tell you?

I want you to tell me
about Sophie's gang--

all about it.

Everything that happened.

You could kill me first.

I may have to.

GUY (VOICEOVER): I don't
know how long it was

I had to keep him out
there drifting around

in a chartered fishing boat, but
finally, he spilled everything.

So even though I hadn't
managed to get to Sophie,

now I knew all about it--

and her connections
with Arkadin.

But back in my hotel,
there were a couple more

surprises waiting for me.

Your passport, please.

This will be returned
at the airport.

Tossing me out of
the country, huh?

Well, you'd better
get a chance to pack.

There is someone in Mexico
City who would like to see you.

Who's that?

La Senora Jesus Martinez,
the wife of General Martinez.

Sophie.

You know the lady?

Well, I don't
exactly know her.

Never mind, senor.

You will soon.

SOPHIE: Sit down mister.

We are putting you on
the plane in an hour,

but I'd like to hear first what
you've got to say for yourself.

Sorry, but I really
don't have much of anything

to say for myself,
Madame Radzweickz.

Senora Jesus Martinez.

This here is my husband.

I guess Oscar told you that the
General, my husband didn't--

GUY: Yeah, but don't think
I'm trying to embarrass

you, Senora Martinez.

You don't do anything
to me, Mr. Smarty.

I'll let you in a secret-- it's
Oscar I was never married to.

He's older now and he's--

he's talked himself into it.

A man's got to keep
a little pride,

and he doesn't earn much
playing the concertina,

poor little fellow,
so (SCOFFING) I

allow him to blackmail me.

Not much.

Just enough to keep
up his self-respect.

And you--

I'm the one that's
got questions to ask.

SOPHIE: You're the one
that's getting tossed

out of the country, Mr. Smarty.

People torturing other
people-- that I don't go for.

Poor little Oscar.

Why did you have to pick on him?

I wish you'd
try to understand.

I'm involved in a
serious investigation.

Investigation?

[slapping table]

Why not leave in
peace the people

that's minding
their own business

and not hurting other people?

I am married.

I got a legitimate business.

There's nothing against
me that is not all done

and over with a long time ago.

So what are you after?

I just want to check a few
names with you, that's all.

Men who worked for
you back in Warsaw.

You got all that from Oscar?

Yeah.

Athabadze, Herschelize,
Jakob Zouk, Andre Bloch.

Bloch was the one
with the peg leg, huh?

I saw him fished out of
the harbor in Naples.

Is this true?

Seems he'd came on a
freighter from the Balkans.

He jumped ship.

For some reason, he knifed the
guy called Bracco, then tried

to shoot it out with the cops.

If he knifed this--

GUY: Bracco.

Why did he then use a gun?

Why-- I never thought of that.

So you got the names.

What else do you want?

I want you to tell
me about Athabadze.

It's a [inaudible] or--

[inaudible] Atha--

What about him?

GUY: I'd like you to tell me
what you thought about him.

I was crazy in love
with him, mister.

But what's all this to you?

GUY: Well, you see,
I work for Athabadze.

Of course, he has a
different name now.

Sure.

Gregory Arkadin.

GUY: You knew that?

Years ago.

Chato, give me those
photograph albums.

GUY: And you never
said anything?

But you must have realized what
that information was worth.

Money.

Money I don't need.

But even if I did, Mister, that
kind of money I couldn't use.

Not that Wasaw don't owe me.

He does.

200,000 Swiss francs?

It was in gold.

He borrowed this money?

If that's the way
he remembers it.

Give me the old one.

Come here.

Oscar.

There.

GUY: I guess he must have grown
his beard after he left you.

He had a beard when I
saw him in Monte Carlo.

But I knew him.

It was years later--

sitting right next
to me, he was, and he

didn't know me Why should he?

Not that he hadn't
changed, too, of course.

But why the beard, I don't know.

I think maybe it
had something to do

with his daughter growing up,
but I wouldn't know, either.

This isn't the first time
I've heard about the child.

Who is he married to?

GUY: Somebody in Berlin.

Berlin?

GUY: She died when
Raina was born.

Ah.

The only time I
saw him afterwards

was at night in the casino.

When he got up from the game
and moved over to the roulette,

somebody whispered, "There goes
the famous Gregory Arkadin.

So that's how I found out what
happened to my boyfriend--

and the money.

I was going to talk to him.

"Hello, Wasaw," I
was going to say.

"Where's the money
you stole from me? "

Where's the gold pieces I
had stored away in my old

pair of drawers, Wasaw?

Now that you are the
great Mr. Arkadin,

maybe you could afford
to pay me back."

But I didn't.

There was that old, hard,
lonely kind of look in his eyes.

I thought of all the
fun we had together.

Besides, he was winning.

I'd been playing his numbers
and I was winning, too--

a whole lot more than what he
took from me all those years

ago, even figuring interest.

So, (SIGHING) I
thought to myself, here

he's gone to so much
trouble to be somebody else.

Why should I spoil it for him?

I've had my money's
worth 20 years now.

You can go now, mister.

And when you see your
boss, tell him from me

he could leave
well enough alone.

GUY: You mean he doesn't
have to worry about you?

Why does anybody worry?

He's a billionaire
with a new name.

So Oscar takes dope.

Let them both have
what they need.

It's your deal, darling.

[chuckling]

[telephone ringing]

Yeah?

SECRETARY (ON PHONE): Mr.
Arkadin is calling you.

OK.

ARKADIN (ON PHONE): How are
you coming, Van Stratten?

Couldn't be better, Arkadin.

I finally got the goods on you.

ARKADIN (ON PHONE): What?

The dirt-- all of
it from before '27.

Can you prove it?

On the long-distance
telephone?

ARKADIN (ON PHONE):
Come and talk to me.

Well, I--

I want to talk to you now.

GUY (ON PHONE): I don't
think you understand.

I'm in Mex--

[arkadin laughing]

[arkadin laughing]

You-- you didn't know I was
on this side of the ocean?

This your first trip to Mexico?

It's mine.

Seem to be treating
you pretty good, huh?

In this part of the
hotel, it's private.

They keep it for me.

I suppose you own the hotel.

ARKADIN: Well, as
a matter of fact--

OK.

What did she say?

Chiquita says she
wants to go water skiing.

(CHUCKLING) It's
an amusing sport.

I'd like to try it myself.

Yeah, you'd look real cute
in a pair of water skis.

Oh, you think it'd be funny?

I'll take your picture.

You can judge for yourself.

Mr. Arkadin would look
exactly like Neptune.

Who?

Neptune.

He was the god of the sea.

[arkadin laughing]

GUY: Yeah?

Did you know that?

No.

That's what I thought.

We're both a couple of mugs.

I'm leaving tonight.

Sell our Mexican
pesos and buy Chilean.

Remember what I
said about copper.

Oh, and-- get Chiquita a little
present. to remember us by.

Check.

[music playing]

I found Sophie.

Sophie.

She's married money, but
a character known as Oscar's

her real husband.

He's blackmailing her.

Oh?

I'll put all the
details in my report.

Never mind your report.

But I do mind it.

I'm going to get paid
for it, remember?

Tell me what you know.

GUY: In the old days
in Warsaw, Sophie

had nine men working for her.

Four are dead, two are
behind the Iron Curtain,

so they can't make any trouble.

Oscar's here.

That leaves somebody in
Germany called Jakob Zouk,

and one other.

And this other man?

What's he up to?

He says he wants
to go water skiing.

Any proof?

Not till I take your picture.

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot--
you're camera shy.

Stop trying to be funny.

GUY: I think it's funny.

You're born near Tiflis, your
real name is Wasaw Athabadze.

I think it's funny.

- Who says that's my name?
- Oscar.

So would Sophie.

She--

Are you trying to tell
me in all seriousness

that I belonged to this gang?

You belonged to Sophie.

[arkadin exhales]

I-- this man in Germany--
can he identify me, too?

Zouk's in a safe
place, Mr. Arkadin.

He's in jail.

Speaking of jail--

some gentlemen waiting
to talk to you.

Well, tell them I'm busy.

I think you'd be
wiser to see them.

They're from the
police, and they

want to take you to your plane.

Oh, and one thing more--

Yeah?

These things you claim to
be finding out about me--

don't speak of them
to my daughter.

I have your word on that?

My word?

What's that word to you?

Perhaps a man like
you can't realize

what it is to have a conscience
and no memory at all.

You imagine it's pleasant
to be ashamed of something

you can't even remember?

[plane engine starting]

AIRPORT ANNOUNCER:
Attention, please.

Attention, please.

Will all passengers proceed--

I wanted to go to Germany,
too, you know, for Christmas.

But of course, the Ogre wouldn't
let me, so I'm off to Spain

to wait for him there.

Your father's going
to Germany, too?

What, checking up on me, huh?

Well, you know Pops.

He can't help it.

Counterespionage, mystery--
after all, he is a Russian.

Hmm.

It's the breath
of life to him.

Hey, wait a minute.

What makes you think
he's a Russian?

Well, I'm his daughter.

He doesn't know himself.

[raina laughing]

He really doesn't.

Is that what he told you?

Well, what about
the famous amnesia?

Amnesia?

Look, in 1927, your father
found himself alone in Zurich

with no memory at all.

[raina laughing]

He didn't know who he was or
where he ca-- what's so funny?

Almost 30 years.

Oh, really, chum.

I never heard of amnesia
lasting that long. (LAUGHING)

So the whole gag about
him losing his memory

was just a lie.

ZOUK: Naturally it was a lie.

The only true part
was the money he stole,

and all he really wanted
for me was to see how

much I could find out about it.

ZOUK: Hmm.

Well, I got a little
further than he expected.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah-- you got to Munich.

How did you find me?

The jail.

The warden told me they let
you out because you were sick,

and it was Christmas.

Christmas?

They wanted to save themselves
the price of the coffin.

Now listen to me, Zouk.

What I'm going to tell
you now happened today.

I was on my way here
when suddenly, I

realized I wasn't alone.

[church bells ringing]

Polizei.
Polizei.

Yes.

[non-english speech]

OK, what do you want?

[non-english speech]

[inaudible] we are acting
as a political courtesy

for the Italian police.

There is a question of murder.

This happened in Italy?
A knifing?

- Yes--
- Uh.

As matter of fact--

It's very interesting to
learn how you that knew.

Knew that.

Well, a man died
right in front of me.

Well, the Italian police sent
us a photograph of the victim.

[non-english speech]

But this is an old case.

It's already settled.

Look, why don't
you just let me go?

Mr. Arkadin's giving a party.

I've got to get--

Arkadin?

Gregory Arkadin?

Hey.

[non-english speech]

[non-english speech]

[non-english speech]

(LAUGHING) But to you're not
on your way to his hotel.

Oh, yes, I am.

I just changed my mind.

Uh-huh.

Um--

Uh, we'll bring the photograph
to Mr. Arkadin's apartment.

[non-english speech]

He says, "Have a nice
time at the party, please."

Christmas merry.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

[non-english speech]

Tell him thanks.

[MUSIC PLAYING AND

GUESTS LAUGHING]

Oh.

People here [inaudible]

Yes, thanks.

I know all about it.

[MUSIC PLAYING AND

GUESTS LAUGHING]

Merry Christmas.

Are you kidding?

What about the man in jail,
the one you came here to see--

what's his name?

You know as well as I do--

Jacob Zouk-- and he's gone.

Gone?

You mean escaped?

No, his time was
almost up and he's dying,

so they let him out.

He lives in a rooming
house in Sebastianplatz 16.

If he's dying,
then there's nobody

left for me to worry about.

Except you, of course.

I'm not the only one.

What about Sophie?

And Oscar?

[guests applauding]

[MUSIC PLAYING AND

GUESTS LAUGHING]

Long-distance
operator, please.

Long-distance, I
want to place a call.

It's urgent.

I'll wait at this number.

The call is to Mrs. Sophie
Jesus Martinez of Mexico City--

[non-english speech]

He says a gentleman downstairs
asked him to deliver this.

Oh, thank you.

Danke schon.

[telephone ringing]

Yes?

POLICEMAN (ON PHONE):
You got the photograph?

Oh, you hadn't
looked at it yet?

Please do so, Mr. Van Stratten.

As we say, there's reason
to believe that you

knew the murder victim.

SECRETARY: Van Stratten?

Yes.

About that call of yours--

What about it?
What call?

What call?

What call?

Oh, it appears
that Mr. Van Stratten

wished to speak personally to a
certain Madame Jesus Martini--

or Martinez.

What are you
calling Sophie for?

Just a hunch.

Well, Madame Martinez
is not available.

She appears to be deceased.

Perhaps Mr. Van Stratten would
like to speak to her house?

Yes.

Yes, I certainly would.

[MUSIC PLAYING AND

GUESTS LAUGHING]

[inaudible] There's
no need to call Mexico.

[phone receiver clatters]

What happened to Sophie?

Did she get it like Mily--

with a knife?

And Oscar?

I was wondering if there was
any point in trying to call him.

What for?

I don't know.

Wish him a Merry Christmas.

You'd be wasting your time.

Cops in Naples shot down
a guy with a wooden leg.

They think he killed Bracco.

But I think that this Bracco
was knifed by the man he

and the peg leg were
trying to blackmail.

It's a theory.

Yeah, and I could prove it if
the blackmailers weren't dead.

They aren't all
dead, Mr. Van Stratten.

Yeah.

And there was Mily.

Poor kid.

All she was deliver a message.

Don't try to pretend she
wasn't in on it with you.

She didn't even know what the
names Sophie and Bracco meant.

What?
GUY: Yeah, and Sophie.

Sophie knew all about
you-- who you were.

She'd known for years
and she didn't even care.

Live and let live, that
was Sophie's motto.

Why didn't you tell
me about this before?

I didn't know she
was in any danger.

That should have been obvious.

[guests laughing]

Bracco and Mily,
Sophie and Oscar.

Now there's only Jakob Zouk.

Just one left.

Sure you aren't losing count?

[glasses clinking]

To you, Van Stratten.

[church bells ringing]

GUY (VOICEOVER): Ask me why--

why he's been
knocking off everybody

that might remember that
crummy little secret of his.

That's it-- it's all
because of Raina.

He's gone right off his
rocker at the thought

that she might
find out about him.

Well, you're the next to go.

He's saving me
for the last, when

I've done all the dirty work.

The only way I could save
myself is by saving you--

hiding you.

That's why you're so important--
you're the last living

member of the gang.

Gang, schmang.

I belong to lots of gangs.

Yes, I know--

So who once said
you are the boss?

So now he's got another name--

he's rich.

So go ahead, get some
the money away from him.

But for this, you gotta
drag me out in the cold?

He might be here
at any minute.

I gave him your address.

You mean here?

That was before
I knew it was the--

Killer, schmiller.

You gotta prove it.

GUY: Prove it?

Yeah.

A big, important man
like this does something

he shouldn't do--

gotta prove it good.

GUY: Oscar and Sophie were found
dead in a ditch in Mexico City

with their throats cut.

I just found that out on
the long-distance telephone.

[zouk chuckling]

Go ahead and laugh.

I'm not laughing.

I'm coughing.

Well, go ahead and cough.

Die, if you've got
your heart set on it.

Look, I'm young.

I don't want to wind up
with a knife in my gut.

Where I'm going, nobody
could bother me. (WHISPERING)

I ain't scared, but you are.

(QUIETLY) So better
start running.

Running?

Where to?

It's a big world, mister.

Not so big when
Arkadin's after you.

Besides, he owns half of it.

So what do you want with me?

GUY: You knew him in Warsaw.

You're the last
one alive that did.

Now as-- long as I
can keep you alive--

[music playing]

He's here.

He's coming up.

We've got to get out
of here and hide.

Hey.
Mister.

- Come on.
- Mister.

Give my blanket to me.

You're coming with me.

There must be something you
want-- something you dreamed

of all those years in jail.

But this late Christmas Eve,
how could you go shopping?

GUY: What is it?

Where you going?
GUY: Out.

We gotta get out.

But this way
ain't out, mister.

GUY: Which way?

That way.

GUY: Listen.

Whatever you want, I'm going
to get it for you, Mr. Zouk.

If I have to commit
robbery, arson, or murder,

you're going to have it.

At least let me get my pants.

What do you want
with your pants?

What I do without them?

Come on.

[music playing]

Ain't you got no
sense of decency?

Also, it's cold, mister.

I'll catch me a chill.

(QUIETLY) He's coming
into the courtyard now.

I've gotta hide you.

I just moved in.

I don't know nobody
who lives here.

Why couldn't we
stay up in my room?

Where do you think
he's going to look?

He's gotta find you're gone.

What's he gonna think if he
catches me out here, dancing

around in my underdrawers?

Also, the police, mister.

I'm on parole-- good behavior.

No-- for this, I can go right
smack back into the jail.

GUY: Shut up.

This door is open.

So it's open.
Who's door is it?

What's it matter?
Get in.

Psst.

Give me my pants.

Get in there and shut up.

Get in that bed.
- Who's bed?

You-- here's some money.

Lock the door.

What I do for [inaudible]
you understand?

I'm on parole.

[door thumps]

[music - "silent night"]

Hey, mister.

You know what the man said.

I ain't heard that
piece in 14 years.

Get into bed.

That's something else I
ain't heard in 14 years.

Too late.

I tell you, I just got here.

That's why I haven't seen him.

Tha-- that's the wrong room.

I-- I went in there by mistake.

Zouk lives up in the garret.

Shall we go see if he's there?

[rattling door knob]

There's just a woman in there.

She's entertaining.

WOMAN: What do you want?

Can't you see I got company?

Go away.

Go away or I'll call the police.

Coming back to the party?

The party?

Oh, yes, your
party, Mr. Arkadin.

Of course.

Well, first I think
I'd better go upstairs.

And talk to Jakob Zouk.

Go ahead, Van Stratten.

Go upstairs and talk to him.

Shivering.

It's cold.

There is no heat
in this building,

and the rent they
charge you, you--

ARKADIN: How much would it
cost to move where it's warm?

I owe three weeks.

How much?

WOMAN: 150 marks, or--
or something like that.

Hmm.

Here's 1,000.

WOMAN: Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

There was nobody at home?

That's right.

Nobody.

ARKADIN: Hmm.

(CHUCKLING)

So what's funny?

(SCOFFING) Old age.

Old age.

[music - "o christmas tree"]

WOMAN: Hey.

Hey, merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

What did you tell him?

Well, we just talked
about how cold it is.

You-- what did you say to you?

I just now thought
of what I want.

We've still gotta
get out of here, quick.

You said I could
have anything--

- Well, of course you can--
- Anything in the world?

Anything in the world.

Anything.

Now for 14 years I've
been dreaming of this--

dreaming.

In jail, that's
all you could do.

Well, what is it?

A goose liver.

Did you say a goose liver?

Fresh and hot, with mashed
potatoes and apples and onion.

Merry Christmas.

[cuckoo clock sounding]

CHEF: A goose liver
on Christmas Eve?

And my usual stuff?

Never!

CHEF (ON PHONE): Leave
me alone or I quit.

Well?

It's no use, Herr George.

A hot goose liver--
that's the thing--

with a one-day warning--
- Goose liver.

- [inaudible]
- OK.

Thank you very much.
I'll think of something.

Thank you.

If I don't get that goose
liver, I'm going home.

Well, how about a nice,
big cut of roast beef?

Or maybe a hot stuffed turkey?

Goose liver.

But look--

Arkadin--

Arkadin, schmardin-- aaah.

He didn't even recognize me.

Are you sure?

Didn't say nothing.

Hey.

Hey.
Hey!

You're leaving me.

Wait.

GUY: Get back!

Will you keep the door locked?

We registered in the
hotel under false names,

but can't tell-- he
may have traced us.

[door slams]

I'll give you an hour
to get my goose liver.

OK.

If you ain't
back by that time--

GUY: I'll be back.

Hot and fresh?

Fresh and hot.

With mashed potatoes
and apples and--

[door slams]

--onions?

[door knob rattling]

You're locking me.
(YELLING) Hey, mister!

Hey, if you don't unlock the
door, I'll yell for help.

Help!

Help!

Help!

OK, you win.

The door is unlocked.

But it you don't
behave yourself,

there'll be no goose liver.

You understand?

I'll give you an hour.

[door slams]

[zouk coughing]

Hey, mac, could you fix
me up with a goose liver?

[non-english speech]

Merry Christmas.

[music playing]

[brakes squealing]

What are you doing now?

Shopping.

Just some shopping.

[non-english speech]

You'd better get in.

We're blocking the road.

They know me at this restaurant.

They'll take care of you.

Well, why don't we go in?

Or don't you want
to be seen with me?

Quite a number of people
have been seen with you.

Bracco, for instance.

Bracco was with
you when he died.

Sophie and Oscar were in Mexico.

Mily was your girl.

GUY: Yeah but--

You're a dangerous
man to be seen with.

GUY: Yeah.

I guess that's the way you
had it planned all along.

I knew what I wanted.

That's the difference
between us.

In this world, there are those
who give and those who ask.

Those who do not care to give--

those who do not dare to ask.

You dared, but you
were never quite

sure what you were asking for.

Now there's nothing
more you could hope

to beg from me, Van Stratten.

Not money.

Certainly not my daughter.

Not even your life.

Give the gentleman
his goose liver.

GUY: Well, here we are.

I finally got it.

Wake up, Mr. Zouk.

Here's what you've
been waiting for.

Hey, Mr. Zouk--

[church bell donging the hour]

[wind howling]

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

[choir singing]

Sanctuary?

What?

Try praying for both of us.

Well, I had to go somewhere.

Somebody might have run
me down in the street.

I can't go back
to my hotel room.

In case you've forgotten,
there's a corpse in there.

I haven't.

I don't suffer from amnesia.

A pity.

It is a merciful affliction.

Might prove useful in your
conversations with the police.

Go to the cops?

About you?

Raina's father?

Do you think I could do that?

(SHORT LAUGH) I no
longer think of you at all.

You don't think of
anything else, not anymore.

Just me and yourself and Raina.

We're all sorta tied up
together, the three of us,

aren't we?

She's what matters.

What matters to you is
what she thinks of you.

Maybe she'd be better off
without either one of us.

GUY: Well, don't worry.

She's safe with me.

I don't think anyone is
ever safe with a blackmailer.

Where will you go now?

Where I'll be safe.

ARKADIN: Safe?

I've got a seat on a plane--

the last seat.

Where will fly to ?

GUY: Spain.

You've got a castle in
Spain, Mr. Arkadin--

a regular fortress.

That's where I'll be
safe-- with your daughter.

To the airport, quick.

[non-english speech]

Arkadin's orders.

[non-english speech]

AIRPORT ANNOUNCER:
Oslo, Copenhagen,

[non-english speech]

Hello this is Mr. Gregory
Arkadin's secretary here again.

I'm sorry, sir.

I told you before
there's nothing--

we are completely
booked up, sir.

But you simply have to
hold that flight, I tell you.

Mr. Arkadin is racing
to the airport now.

He's got to be on that plane.

AIRLINE AGENT (ON PHONE): We
are completely booked up, sir.

This is Christmas.

Listen to me.

One of the passengers is
a Mr. Guy Van Stratten.

You must put that
man off the plane.

He works for Mr. Arkadin.

But sir, Mr. Van
Stratten has a reservation.

Miss, I want to send
a telegram, please.

Just a moment please.

Mr. Arkadin is
one of the leading

shareholders in your airline.

Sorry, sir, but an
airline is a public--

AIRLINE AGENT (ON
PHONE): --service.

Besides, this is Christmas.

[non-english speech]

AIRLINE ANNOUNCER: Announcing
the departure of Flight 16

for Barcelona and Madrid.

All--

Did you get my telegram
off to Spain for me?

Yes, Mr. Van Stratten.

Will you please step this way?

There's a gentleman
waiting to see you.

See me?

But what about my plane?

He promised to keep
you only a minute.

There's nothing
at this late hour.

I want your seat
on that plane.

So you can get to talk
to Raina before I do?

You hired me to buy
me off, didn't--

even thought you could give
me to cover up what you

didn't want her to find out.

I want that seat.
What's your price?

Too late.

Too many people are dead.

Zouk's dead in my hotel room.

Somebody's going to
have to hang for that.

I don't want it to be me.

If you do see her
first, what makes

you think she'll believe you?

When she hears my story--

She'll hear my
story first, Arkadin.

Too bad, Mr. Arkadin.

I wish I could help, but--

(YELLING) I must
be on that plane.

Listen to me, everybody.

I must have a seat
on that plane.

I will pay anything.

I'll give you a check now.

I'll pay in dollars--
any currency.

50 million marks for
a seat on that plane.

My name is Gregory Arkadin.

Yeah, and I'm Santa Claus.

(CROWD LAUGHING)

I'll pay in dollars--

any currency.

Merry Christmas.

(CROWD LAUGHING)

Raina.

ARKADIN (ON SPEAKER):
Raina Arkadin.

She's there somewhere
in the airport.

She's meeting a man
called Van Stratten.

He wired her to meet him.

I want to speak to her first.

She's there, I tell
you, at the airport.

Bring her to the radio at once.

Raina.

- Well, chum, what's eating you?
- Raina, listen, I--

- Miss Arkadin.
- Yes?

It's your father.
Something urgent.

I don't care what that is.

I've gotta talk to
you first-- alone.

Now wait--

Senorita, I really
think that Mr.--

- Alone.
- Just a minute.

- If Mr. Arkadin--
- OK, OK.

What's all the rush with you?

Look, your father's on his
way here on a chartered plane.

He'll be here any time now.

Exactly.

Now I know this
sounds nutty, but--

Senorita--

Please-- will you please
excuse us for just a second.

Of course it's all right,
old boy, if you insist.

Mr. Arkadin says that--

I'm sorry.

Both of you.

You, too.

Now, look.

I want you to pretend to him
that I've told you something.

If it's so important, why
shouldn't you really tell me?

Why pretend?
- Why?

Well, I can't go to the cops.

They'll be coming after me.

(SCOFFING) So that's what
you're in such a flap about.

GUY: Not just the cops.
Your father.

If he thinks I've
talked to you, he'll

know he can't lay a hand
on me without proving

to you that it's true.

Why use me to trick him?

Because you're all
he really cares about--

you and what you think of him.

What are you trying
to do, break his heart?

I want to save my life, Raina.

SECRETARY: Senorita.

I really think you'd
better come now.

ARKADIN (ON SPEAKER):
My daughter--

I want to speak to my daughter.

SECRETARY: We don't
know his exact position.

He's alone, flying himself
in a chartered plane.

He's been on the radio
for quite a while

now, asking to talk to you.

He sounds-- well, you'd
better speak to him yourself.

ARKADIN (ON
SPEAKER): Put her on.

I want to talk to her.

My daughter-- I want to
speak to my daughter.

Yes, Father.

ARKADIN (ON SPEAKER): Have
you seen Van Stratten?

GUY: Yes.
Tell him yes.

Yes.

Yes. yes, just now.

ARKADIN (ON SPEAKER):
Don't let him talk to you.

Refuse to listen.

I beg you, Raina, wait.

Tell him it's too late.

Too late.

It's too late.

Father.

Why don't you answer?

RAINA (ON RADIO): Father.

Father.

Father.

Hey.

Hey, look.

Is it true?

That Arkadin's plane is
flying around up there empty?

[speaker crackling]

RAINA: I saved your
precious life for you.

I had to kill my
father to do it.

Is there anything
else you want from me?

Want to know the real truth?

He was-- he was
capable of anything.

GUY: Once, a long time
ago, he was something

less than Mr. Arkadin.

That's what couldn't stand
having you know about.

That he was once
something like me.

That's why that plane is
flying around up there empty.

I might as well have thrown
him out of my own hands.

He would have done it to you.

Maybe you oughta go after her.

You sure she wouldn't
rather be alone?

No, but I would.

Yes, I suppose so.

Of course, it is rather
awful, but to tell the truth--

Rather awful?

Well, I mean, she
loved him well enough,

but the way he felt about
her, well it wasn't healthy.

It's better just as well.

She's better off without him.

Yeah?

Better off without me, too?

Rather awful.

What did you say?

Losing the girl I love-- a
beautiful girl who loved me,

just inherited $100
million bucks--

rather awful?

Maybe you ought to
find a better word.

Go on, beat it, Your Lordship.

I might just forget
myself and take

a punch right at your nose.

Oh, yes?

And you might get punched
back, too, you know.

Yeah, I know.

That's why I'd rather be alone.

What are you going to do now?

Drive you into town.

I'll do the driving.