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(dramatic orchestral music)

- Beautiful, isn't it?

- Exquisite.

- It's made by Faberge,
the great Russian jeweler.

- The one who made the
fabulous Easter eggs

for the Tsar, all studded in diamonds.

- It's one of a pair.

The other one is supposed to be

part of the Kremlin treasure.

- I suppose it's fantastically expensive.

- Priceless.

But it's not for sale.

It's on loan to us from
Lord Cardin's collection.

- I've come for something
much more mundane, I'm afraid.

My grandmother left me this,

and I'm a little bit short
of money at the moment.

- You want to sell it?

- There's a whole mark inside
that's rather fascinating.

(powder sprays)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(man coughs violently)

(glass shatters)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Back to the embassy
quickly, I'm taking out

the diplomatic departure
on the four o'clock plane.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(rhythmic orchestral music)

(gunshot fires)

(car skids)

- Another drink Mr. Mannering?

- Not right now, thanks.

- My dear, I heard you
mention that gentleman's name.

He's not John Mannering?

- That's right.

- The man they call The Baron?

- Yes, you've heard of him?

- Well, anybody who knows
antiques knows about him.

I expected him to be an older man.

He's, well, handsome.

Mr. Mannering, I simply had to meet you.

I've read so much about you.

I'm terribly interested in antiques.

Vanessa, that's Charmin.

We go around all the old churches

and do brass wrappings, you know.

- That's very interesting.

- As a matter of fact,
I have come photographs.

Would you like to see them?

- Well.

Yes-

- We're coming into landing.

If you'll return to your place
and fasten your seatbelt.

- Oh, what a shame.

Maybe some other time.

- Oh, that would be very nice.

Such fun meeting you.

- Thanks.

- It's all part of the service.

- I could be very grateful
some night over dinner.

- My place or yours?

- Mine.

I'd like to show you my brass rubbings.

(dramatic orchestral music)

-[PA Announcement]
British European Airways

announce the arrival of their flight BE989

from Bucharest, Budapest and Pamaranea.

- David.

I didn't expect to see you.

What are you doing here?

- Something terrible's happened.

- What's that?

- Sir, it's about Lord
Carlton's Faberge Sedan Chair.

- What happened to it?

- It's stolen.

- Are you serious?

When?

- This afternoon.

- But who did it?

- The television camera got these.

The police have identified her.

Her name is Eva Dumel.

She works as a courier in
the Pamaranean embassy.

- Have the police picked her up yet?

- They can't.

- Why not?

- Diplomatic immunity.

- You're kidding.

- It's true.

They can't so much as lay a finger on her.

- Well I've got news for you.

I can.

Come on.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Say something.

- Like what?

Congratulations?

- Look, I'm- I'm sorry.

- I know.

Boy, am I glad you took
out that special insurance.

- But I didn't.

- Oh, come on David

don't even joke about something like that.

- But I'm not joking.

- You mean-

- I thought you had done it.

- 20 grand.

And it was my money.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- There's been a car on our tail

ever since we left the airport.

- Maybe we better try a little something.

Pull up in the right
hand side of that cab.

(curious orchestral music)

- Do you mind?

This cab's been taken.

- Look honey, I know
that you're beautiful.

I hope that you're kind.

- Well.

- Pamaranean embassy, please.

- You're sure this is as
far as you want to go?

- For now.

- You will phone me?

- I promise.

-[Henchman] Don't.

Come with us please.

- I never could refuse
an invitation like that.

Okay fellas, we've done the mystery bit,

now where are we going?

How 'bout a fast game of 20 questions?

Conversation is certainly a dying art.

- Now.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

All right take it off.

- Drop it!

All right, now let's start talking.

- My dear Mr. Mannering.

Delighted you accepted my invitation.

How do you do?

- What is this?

- Thank you, gentleman.

I hope you're not too damaged.

Should we go into the office?

It's a little more comfortable.

Can I get you a drink?

- No.

- Just you like.

Do have a seat.

- I'm all right.

- I envy you Mr. Mannering.

You really have had a most eventful life.

- You talk like you expected it to end.

- Do I?

Must be my subconscious.

University of Houston,
US forces in Europe,

attached to Fine Arts subcommission,

tracing out treasures
elusive by the Nazis.

Oh, very commendable.

Ranching in Texas, The Baron ranch,

then antiques stores in
London, Paris and Washington.

Are you a wealthy man, Mr. Mannering,

or should I say, Captain Mannering?

- Just get to the point.

- Of course.

My name is John Alexander Templeton-Green,

special branch diplomatic intelligence.

I've interfered with your liberty

as a law-abiding citizen, and I apologize.

On the other hand, I could not allow you

to barge into the Pamaranean
embassy and make a scene.

- Why not?

- Because at the moment,

Her Majesty's minister of economic affairs

is as negotiating a trade agreement

with the Pamaranean government.

And negotiations are not
only vitally important

to our balance of payments,

they are of the upmost delicacy.

The slightest incident, Mr. Mannering,

could well rock the boat.

That is why I had to insist, forcibly,

that you respect Eva
Dumel's diplomatic immunity.

- But she's a thief.

- Oh, quite.

But this is not her first operation.

There has been four other robberies.

There's the list.

All small pieces, all very valuable.

They take them out in
their diplomatic pouch.

We can't touch it.

- They have good taste.

- And an organization.

- Well, now you know my
story and I know yours.

Where do I fit in to this?

- Well, of course we'd prefer
to use one of our own men

but you're an expert.

And you are rather personally involved

to the tune of 20 thousand
pounds, I believe.

- You do get around, don't you?

- Modestly.

Naturally, our entire organization,

which is quite formidable,
would be at your disposal.

- You mean you want me to go to Pamaranea?

- I'd be most grateful if
you'd at least think it over.

- Think it over?

You'll be behind the
Iron Curtain for life.

- When Lord Carlton gets through with me,

I'm liable to behind bars for life.

(doorbell buzzes)

- You expecting anyone?

- No.

Oh, it's Templeton Green, our master spy.

David, let him in, will you?

- Oh, my dear Mannering,
how nice of you to see me.

- David Marlowe, my assistant.

- Yes.

- We've just introduced ourselves.

- Come on in, come on in.

- Thank you.

- Would you like some champagne?

- Well, I'd prefer whiskey.

- David, if you don't mind.

- Nice place you have here.

With water, but no ice.

- You know, I have something
I think might interest you.

- Oh yeah?

- A videotape of the actual robbery.

- It might prove illuminating.

Oh, thank you so much.

Say, that's rather good.

- It's part of the security system.

(man coughing)

- You seem to be suffering
some discomfort Mr. Marlowe.

- Yes, that's Eva Dumel, all right.

Wearing a wig.

Rather childish.

I thought that sort of thing was passe.

Cheers.

Well, what have you decided?

- I'm game.

- I thought you might be.

You understand, of course,

that if you manage to get
yourself into any trouble,

you'll be on your own.

We shall deny knowing anything about you.

- Charming.

- Well, we always issue
that warning, Mr. Marlowe.

Nothing personal, you understand.

It's official procedure.

Now then.

Your hotel reservation.

Should normal channels become dangerous,

you'll find the regular escape route

is drawn on the inside of that case.

An ordinary lighter,

until you make a small adjustment.

Presto.

(gunshot fires)

That's a handy gadget
to have around the home.

- Yes, I'm sorry about that.

And you may find this useful too.

A tape recorder.

Either sound activated or manual control.

And here, a transistorized radio.

A range of four miles.

And this,

a microphone and miniature transmitter.

It'll stick to anything.

- Very impressive.

- Glad you think so.

You'll be contacted by a resident agent

the moment you check into your hotel.

Well, I think that's about everything.

Oh, no.

Your ticket.

You're leaving for Pamaranea

on a nine o'clock flight tomorrow morning.

Have a nice trip.

- Thank you.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Here, thank you very much.

- Tipping is an immoral habit

practiced by people living
in imperialistic decadence.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- But, as we are friendly
peoples, I accept.

You will not expect thanks.

(water splashes)

- Good afternoon.

- Am I disturbing you?

- Not at all.

Am I disturbing you?

(giggles)

I'm Cordelia Winfield,
your contact in Pamaranea.

- Its a gorgeous country.

- Would you mind?

- My pleasure.

- Thank you.

Thanks for the use of your bath.

- Feel free at any time.

- I live in a worker's block.

On my floor there's only one
bathroom to ten families.

- That sounds cozy.

- Oh, it's not that bad really.

Now tell me,

what's all this about?

- You mean you don't know?

- Know what?

- Why I'm here?

- I haven't the faintest.

- You are in intelligence, aren't you?

- Well, sort of.

I run messages, deliver parcels,

know a little bit about records.

Actually, I'm a social
secretary at the embassy.

- Well, the blind leading the blind.

- Gonna hock 'em?

- No, I'm gonna slit my throat.

But later.

Look, have you got a car?

- Yes.

- I'll explain on the way.

First we have to trace
a gal named Eva Dumel.

Now, let's go.

- We have dossiers on most of
the top people in the country,

and of course, on everyone
who ever travels to London.

Dumain, duma-

How extraordinary.

- Life, liberty, and the
happiness of pursuit.

- Quite so.

Ah, here we are.

- Dumel, Eva.

41 Darband, Apartment 7.

(doorbell buzzes)

Eva Dumel?

- Yes?

- John Mannering.

- I don't-

- We haven't met but you know who I am.

Well, it's not much but
I suppose it's home.

How'd you like to make
10 thousand US dollars?

- I don't understand.

- I want something smuggled
from Pamaranea to London,

in the diplomatic pouch.

I understand you're pretty good at it.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Don't you?

The Faberge Sedan Chair.

Who'd you give it to?

- How dare you just barge in here?

- Please, now, no dramatics.

You stole the Faberge Sedan Chair

from my shop in London
yesterday, and I can prove it.

And incidentally,

you're much more
attractive without the wig.

Now, I intend you get that chair back

so we'll be meeting again very soon.

Goodbye Mr. Dumel.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- What happened?

- Wait.

- Mannering's been here.

I have no idea.

He knows, I tell you.

He even has photographs.

Don't say that impossible,
I have them in my hand!

I've got to talk to you.

It's safe to come to your office?

All right.

Yes.

10 minutes.

- 10 minutes.

Can't be very far.

Start her up.

There she is.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Where's she going?

- The Ministry of Culture
and Economic Affairs.

- I see.

Wait for me.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- You have pass?

- Oh, the young lady who just came in,

we had an appointment with someone

and I've forgotten his name.

Could you tell me who she was seeing?

- Everybody needs pass.

Go to office of internal security.

- Oh, I see.

I believe it was on the sixth floor.

Who's on the sixth floor?

- You get pass, you go sixth floor.

No pass, stay here.

- Thanks pal.

- Let me think.

Office is on the sixth floor

of the Ministry of Cultural
and Economic Affairs?

Ah yes, here it is.

Now then.

Yeah.

On the sixth floor,
there's Anna Lobovitch,

minister of culture.

And then there's Georges Sforza,

and he's minister of economics.

I don't quite know what the job entails.

It's really unemployment
on the executive level.

And then the last one is
Lazlo Polk, minister of trade.

- Are any of these people collectors?

- Mr. Mannering, at this
level, in this country,

everybody is a collector of something,

usually it's draft.

- I'd like to meet some
of these characters.

- The embassy's giving a
cocktail party tomorrow evening.

They're all invited.

- But are we?

- We can be.

- Well, then we accept.

- Well, then I take it Mr. Sforza,

you're not actually interested in art.

- I am the Minister of
Economics, Mr. Mannering,

I have no time for the
decadence of Western art.

- It isn't all decadent.

- It is sick.

Rotten to the core.

Why, one artist in New York

attaches bags of paint to a canvas

then blasts them with a .22 caliber rifle.

I have no time for such
perverted nonsense.

- What do you have time for?

- Work.

- All the time?

No hobbies?

No relaxation?

- I find I need neither.

I take the future of my
country very seriously.

I worry about it when I'm awake.

I dream about it when I am asleep.

Oh, excuse me.

- Oh, Anna!

Come and meet a guest.

- Georges.

I've been looking for you.

- Mr. Mannering, from
London, Comrade Lobovitch

- How do you do?

- You're not at all interested
but I will answer politely.

I am in health, thank you.

George, I would like to
meet the Greek legal attache

before the party's over.

Come inside.

Goodbye, Mr. Mannering.

- I don't believe it.

- Yes, the minister of culture.

Lazlo Polk.

Leaving so soon, Mr. Polk?

- An important engagement.

It was most pleasant
meeting you, Mr. Mannering.

Perhaps we shall se each other again.

- Perhaps.

- As a matter of fact,

we might do some business,
if you're interested.

- I'm always interested in business.

- Excuse us, please.

It so happens, I recently
acquired a le-vah-tie.

Do you know it?

- Oh yes. The ink and blue
crayon drawing by Lautrec.

- Allegedly.

- Oh?

- Last week, some doubts were expressed

as to it's being genuine.

Perhaps you'd give me your expert opinion?

- I'd be glad to.

- Shall we tomorrow afternoon at 5?

- Why not?

- Where are you staying?

- The People's Hotel.

- Sir, how brave of you.

So, I'll have my chauffer pick
you up tomorrow at 5 o'clock.

- I'll be ready.

- Then goodbye, and until tomorrow.

Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Well, what do you think?

- Anna Lobovitch we can write off.

- Don't be too sure.

She wouldn't know a Faberge
chair from a mattress.

- Maybe that's what she wants us to think.

- Maybe you're right.

But Sforza certainly
has no interest in art.

- That's what he says.

- He's not known as a collector.

Lazlo Polk is.

- Well, we'll just have to wait and see.

Now, how do you propose to amuse me

until tomorrow at 5 o'clock?

No luck with Anna Lobovitch, huh?

- None.

- How'd you manage to see her?

- I said I wanted to write a story about

for the English papers.

She was charmed.

She lives very simply.

No art, no antiques, nothing.

I just can't believe that
she's connected with this.

- Right.

Food is her kick.

- How's that work?

- It's sound activated.

If anything comes from
Eva Dumel's apartment,

this records it on tape.

(door knocks)

- Yes?

- Mr. Mannering?

- Right.

- I'm Mr. Polk's chauffer.

We'll be down in a few minutes.

He's 10 minutes early.

- Driver, why are we going north?

- A shortcut, madame.

We pick up the (mumbles)
cutoff in about 5 minutes.

- Well, if you say so.

I think we're going the wrong way.

- Are you sure?

- No, I'm not.

- Why are we stopping?

- Just for a moment, sir.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

-[John] Gas!

-[Cordelia] It won't open.

-[John] The doors are jammed!

(both cough violently)

All right, get down.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(both breath deeply)

(door opens abruptly)

- Mr. Mannering.

- Are you surprised to see me?

- Pardon?

- I say are you surprised to see me?

- I'm surprised your late.

I decided you weren't coming.

In fact, I'm writing
you a rather nasty note.

- Okay, let's have your version.

- Of what?

What are you talking about?

- Just tell me what happened.

- My chauffeur called at your
hotel on the dot at 5 o'clock.

He was told that you'd gone
out some 8 minutes earlier.

He assumed you changed your plans,

and he came home.

- Is he home now?

- Of course.

- Could I see him?

- But why?

- I'm eccentric.

- Oh, this is the le-vuh-tie?

- I sincerely hope so.

- Can I have that magnifying glass?

Coincidentally, do you collect Faberge?

- No.

I find him too ornate.

Effeminate, almost.

Besides, most of the best pieces
were privately commissioned

by royalty and never appear on the market.

- Quite right.

- Come.

This is my chauffeur, Ludvich.

Mr. Mannering wanted to speak to you.

- Forget it.

- Mr. Polk, this is not a Lautrec.

- What do you mean?

- I mean that I have
made a mistake about you.

And that you've made a
mistake about this drawing.

Good afternoon.

- Bungled.

Incredibly bungled by
that fool of a Kimitz.

- Georges, I'm frightened.

- The minister of Economics
stealing capitalistic baubles

by the diplomatic pouch.

Can you imagine what
the Western newspapers

would make of that?

Just when everything
was going so smoothly.

If only Kimitz had done
what we was supposed to,

we would be in the clear now!

I do not like the situation, Eva.

- They'll give me 15 years.

- Now, Eva, there is no need to panic.

Not yet.

- There's every need to panic.

It's all very well for you.

Safe and sound in your big chateau.

I'm the one they'll punish!

There's one thing to do.

- Which is?

- Turn the Faberge and the
other things over to the state.

Confess and ask for clemency.

- Are you mad?

- The act of stealing was done abroad.

We haven't broken any law here.

They will be lenient,

considering the value we are giving them.

- No!

- That is off, George.

The worst thing that could
happen is that we lose our jobs.

- You are talking absolute nonsense.

- I visited (mumbles) prison once.

It's horrible!

Disgusting!

They shave your head.

You are subject to every
form of degradation.

- Eva, stop this.

There, there my love, don't panic.

And don't cry.

And above all, don't so anything silly.

You have nothing to
worry about, my darling.

Nothing at all.

- Suppose you did go to the police.

- Look honey, I'm not interested

in bringing Eva Dumel to justice.

All I want is my property back.

Let's see if there is
anything on that tape,

and there, you can go to bed.

(Cordelia gasps)

(dramatic orchestral music)

It's Eva Dumel.

- It's the police.

And they'll say you murdered her.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Who is it?

- Police, open up!

- What's the problem?

- The bathroom.

Under the bed.

- Nothing.

- What is this, a treasure
hunt or hide and seek?

- You know very well what we
are looking for, Mr. Mannering.

- If I did, I'd help you find it.

Captain, what is this?

- We are sorry you have been bothered.

- It's all right, you'll get a complaint

from my embassy in the morning.

Good evening.

(dramatic orchestral music)

It worked like a charm.

Keep an eye on the corridor.

Sorry about this, friend.

It's too bad but I have
to leave you tied up.

Night.

(dramatic orchestral music)

We've got about two
minutes to get out of here.

(dramatic orchestral music)

-[Recording] There, there, my love.

Don't panic.

And don't cry.

And above all, don't do anything silly.

You have nothing to
worry about, my darling.

Nothing at all.

Because you won't be here!

(Eva screams)

- Cordelia, I think we better pay

Comrade Sforza a little visit.

You know where he lives?

- Mm-hmm.

(car engine revs)

- You are sure that nothing
went wrong this time?

- Positive.

I put her body in his hotel room.

And I saw the police arrive.

- So by now Mr. Mannering
is being held for murder.

- Yes.

- And I shall see to it
that he is convicted.

Goodnight, Kimitz.

- Goodnight, sir.

- Oh, check the burglar alarm system.

And take another tour of the
garden before you go to bed.

- Right.

(car engine revs)

- There's the entrance to the house.

- Drive on past it.

- And now for a little house breaking.

- What if you get caught?

- What if I am?

I'm after my own property.

I can prove he murdered Eva Dumel.

So anyway you look at it,
I've got the drop on him.

- Be careful.

- Look, you be careful with this.

This is all the evidence we got.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Your hands, up!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(alarms beeps loudly)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gunshots fire loudly)

- I'll take that.

- What do you want?

- Why did you do it?

- What are you talking about?

- Murder.

Eva Dumel's.

You did it.

- That is absurd!

- It's fact.

- It is fantasy.

- You calling a friend?

- The police.

- Good.

"Bungled.

"Incredibly bungled by
the fool of a Kimitz.

"You have nothing to fear, my darling.

"Nothing at all.

"Because you won't be here."

(gunshots fire loudly)

- How?

- By means of a small
microphone in Eva Dumel's flat.

Your visit with her this afternoon

is all recorded on tape.

- Where?

- It's in a safe place.

To be given to the police tomorrow.

Unless...

- Unless what?

- I take it you're willing to negotiate.

- Have I any choice?

- None.

- Then tell me what you want.

- I want all the items on this list.

- One of the reasons I am
successful, Mr. Mannering,

is that I never press my luck too far.

I know when I have won,

and when I have lost.

- Well, that's a sure sign of sanity.

Let's not waste any more time.

- We'll start with that
Faberge Sedan Chair.

And both the Mankowitz snuff
boxes, if you don't mind.

- But they were not stolen from your shop.

- But I have to make a profit.

Besides, you're in no position to bargain.

You mind if I use your briefcase?

Just put them right in there.

- The necklace of the Empress Josephine.

- Valued at 107 thousand dollars.

Stolen from Lamont's.

- Louis XV,

Gold and Enamel Snuff Box

by Gabriel Galois.

- Stolen from the Victoria
and Albert Museum.

Value, 10 thousand pounds.

- And the Gain's Potter Miniature.

- Stolen from the British museum.

Value, 10 thousand pounds.

Oh, and for good measure, I'll
take that Egyptian bracelet.

Sforza, you have excellent taste.

- I know.

Not just yet, Mr. Mannering.

My gun, please.

- I was patrolling the grounds.

I found her in a car.

And this.

- How very interesting.

- John, I'm sorry.

- So am I.

- The safe place, Mr. Mannering.

-[Recording] Because you won't be here!

(Eva screams)

(gunshots fire loudly)

Kimitz, come to Dumel's flat at once.

- Isn't it strange, Mr. Mannering,

how the fortune's of life
are so quickly reversed.

I shall tell the police you
broke into my house to steal.

And I was forced to kill you.

- Well, in that case, I might
as well have a last cigarette.

- Careful.

- Oh.

- How interesting.

- Oh, yes.

It's a new model.

- Since it will be of
no further use to you

where you are going,

may I keep it?

- Be my guest.

- I thank you.

- You might as well have
the cigarette case too.

- May I have a light?

- Be my guest.

(gunshot fires quickly)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- I think we better leave.

Is this the fastest this crate'll go?

I thought all agents had these
sharp looking hopped up jobs.

- That would look great
outside my worker's block.

- Well I hope this
thing reaches the border

before it blows up.

- It will.

There's only another five kilometers.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Well.

- From here on we walk.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- When does your bribed
guard come on duty?

- 10 minutes.

And it's not my bribed guard.

The department arranged it.

- I see.

What do you do know, Cordelia?

- Since I'm persona non grata in Pamaranea

I suppose I'll go back to England.

- I'm glad.

- Are you?

Why?

- I'll buy you the best dinner in London.

- I'd like that.

- Look.

Is that the guy?

- It's Stephan, I'm sure of it.

But he'll signal us when it's safe.

It's not Stephan!

- Stephan is in prison.

Very soon, you will be too.

Keep still.

Now turn around, both of you.

You'll walk ahead of me.

Keep your hands in the air.

Now move!

- Oh, this is ridiculous.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gunshot fires)

- Morning.

I just happened to be passing.

- Next time a guy comes
at me with a rifle butt,

I hope you just happen to be passing.

Thank you.

- My pleasure.

Just grab a hold of that, will you?

These things are apt to be spiteful.

That's it.

Well, you recovered the baubles, did you?

- They're all here.

- Good, good.

I knew I could rely on you.

No particular difficulty, I imagine.

- No.

No difficulty at all.

- Good, good.

Well, we'll all be back in
England by this evening.

There.

Well, come along now.

You know, I really rather
envied you this trip.

The weather in London's
been absolutely shocking.

And tennis match's not
going to well either.

And as for the golf, not
an Englishman in sight.

Oh well, we can't all be lucky.

Come on.

- Rule Britannia.

(dramatic orchestral music)