All language subtitles for Fathom (1967)

4

Now jumping in the individual
accuracy competition,

Miss Fathom Harvill of
the United States team.

Sefiorita, a smile
would make it perfect.

- They never make a fuss of me when I land.
- Let your hair grow longer.

Sefiorita, how did you
ever get a name like Fathom?

A fathom is six feet. Papa was hoping
for a tall son. Papa was disappointed.

Think the US team will
beat the French next week?

- That's the idea, isn't it?
- Miss Harvill?

Miss Harvill, I'm supposed
to drive you back to town.

- Thank you.
- How come we have to take the bus?

I keep telling you, George, let your hair
grow longer. I'll be with you as soon as I change.

The one thing I'll never understand: how
do you get the nerve to take the first jump?

It's easy. You learn
parachute-packing,

study up on meteorology, wind
currents, aerodynamics,

and then when the big day comes, you
get someone to give you a big push.

Say, didn't we pass
the road to M�laga?

We're taking a slight detour. Nothing to
worry about. Colonel Campbell wants to see you.

- Colonel Campbell?
- He'll explain everything.

- But I don't know any Colonel Campbell.
- You will.

Good day to you, Miss
Harvill. A very good day.

I've been looking forward to our
meeting. Come inside, won't you?

In you go, love.

Do sit down.

Oh, excuse me.

I'm not a very good housekeeper.

Now, I'm going to be very
calm about this whole thing.

If you take me back to my hotel
room, I'll forget all about it.

If you don't, I'll holler
murder to the embassy.

A very normal reaction, Miss
Harvill. I'll tell you what.

If my credentials don't entirely
satisfy you, I'll holler with you.

Hades?

Headquarters Allied
Defences Espionage and Security.

Impressive signatures
- or you're a mad autograph collector.

Very good. But not mad. Colonel
Douglas Campbell, late of the Scots Guards,

presently in charge of this very
powerful and very secret organisation.

Do sit down.

Get that, Tim. Let me introduce you.

Lieutenant Timothy Webb, Royal
Air Force, on leave of absence.

Leave of senses is more like
it, volunteering for this outfit.

I apologise, Miss Harvill, for having brought
you here in this unorthodox way,

but you'll see it's a
matter of the utmost urgency.

- I don't believe a word of this.
- I assure you, it's desperately real. Please.

It's Washington, sir. NSA frequency code
12. I'll put it through the scrambler.

Oh, I'm squeaking again.

The sea air disagrees with the
lubricant in my titanium knee joint.

Hades One to NSA liaison. Over.

No negative information, eh? Thank
you kindly. Hades One out.

No worries there. That message
was about you, Miss Harvill.

You've been cleared by
Washington at the highest level.

- Cleared? For what? -
Whitehall code check A-OK, sir.

Good. Excuse me. Take
a message, will you?

To US navy force FD
via liaison Gibraltar.

Tell them Hades won't be
needing any assistance at the moment-

assuming that Miss Fathom Harvill, dental
assistant, La Jolla, California,

on a three-week tour with
the US jumping team,

is half what I think she is.

Well, half of her is fascinated. But the
other half tells me to get out of here.

The first half is the one I like -

the brave and bonnie one who's going
to help us find the fire dragon.

- Fire dragon?
- The name of this game, lassie.

And Lord have mercy on this
poor sad world if we should fail.

Amen.

Some time ago there was
a calamity in the air.

One of our hydrogen bombs was
lost in the Mediterranean Sea.

- A fantastic search was made.
- I remember. It was found, finally.

Aye, the bomb was found. That's history. The
bomb they found, but not the fire dragon.

Code name for the contents of this wee box
- fire dragon. Well named.

It's a fail-safe device which triggers
the hydrogen bomb by electronic signal.

Need I say what it would mean if this
fire dragon fell into hostile hands?

For a year, not a trace, though we
scoured the earth and veritably sieved the sea.

Then a week past Tuesday,
newsreel pictures.

A corrida, M�laga.

Routine. We look over
everything from the south of Spain.

Watch now.

One Peter Merriwether.

Next to him, his great good
friend Miss Jo-May Soon.

They're from Hong Kong. Popped up
the day before these were taken.

Devoted aficionados. Really,
Red Chinese agents.

Pure and simple, lassie,

with this box in their hands they'd have the
power to turn the world into a mushroom.

Merriwether's current headquarters,
this villa above the sea near Malaga.

They're passing as innocent tourists.
Valid passports, papers quite in order.

The place is walled and
guarded, impregnable from land.

They didn't exactly appreciate our
flyover. You'll see what I mean.

- Major Jo-May
Soon. - Major?

That was the rank she
held in the Mongolian KGB.

Tasty fortune cookie, that one.

Enter the boss, Peter Merriwether.

Closely attended by
underlings, the Trivers family.

Mr T is the boss's
second-in-command.

Not having bullet-proof trousers
on, exit hastily, yours truly.

Only one reason for them being in this area
- the fire dragon.

The infernal thing's known to
be their number-one objective.

- You think they have it?
- They'd be halfway across the world by now.

But they're on its trail.

We're quite certain the fire
dragon's been found by some person unknown

and Merriwether intends
to get it from him.

Problem: who's that person?

- Milk?
- Please.

A problem we tried to solve by dropping a
radio-transmitting bug from that helicopter.

Unfortunately, the device
malfunctioned. And that, lassie, is where you come in.

- Don't tell me. I can see it perfectly.
- Do you?

I was sitting there thinking while
you were showing me those movies.

"Why me?" I said to
myself. "Why Fathom Harvi||?"

Couldn't be cos she's fun at a party.

Couldn't be cos someone needs
their teeth cleaned.

Has to be some special knack.

Has to be her skydiving. Right?

Obviously. Plus the fact that you're a girl
- and a very pretty one too, if I may say so.

Gets nicer and nicer.

I skydive into a pad full of mad Mongolian butchers
and seduce the boss into telling all.

- My dear lassie, you don't have to do a thing.
- Just land there, that's all.

A bonnie girl skydiver swept
helplessly off course by treacherous winds.

The secret will be
under your hat, you see.

A skydiver's helmet with a slight modification
- a small radio transmitter.

A bee in your bonnet. A bee to sting
life into the wee bug we dropped on the roof.

It needs the stimulation of another
radio signal very close and very powerful.

- Your entry into the villa will do the trick.
- Why not send for your own paratroopers?

The nearest parachute
battalion's in Aden, a day away.

We can't risk the time.

But I've spent all year cooped
up in an office staring at molars.

I've been looking forward to this tr.
The team leaves for Perpignan tonight.

And you'll be with them
tomorrow with first-class transportation

and our grateful thanks.

How long does one jump take?

Good luck, love.

The radio. The bee in your
bonnet. Start it operating.

Act perfectly natural.

- Tell them you've turned an ankle.
- They won't hurt you, love.

The last thing they want is
to give themselves away.

See the beauty of it?

Good luck, Fathom
Harvill. Very good luck.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Is someone there?

Hello. Listen, I think you moved a
bit. Hold it just the way you are, will you?

- What are you talking about?
- Hold it right there.

Could be a journalistic
first. Killer caught in act.

Run through it once more, holding
your blunt instrument.

Now, wait just a
minute. You can't think that I...

Murder unknown stranger'? Oh,
yes, I can think most easily.

I can't imagine what else one could
think. You and your chum obviously broke in here

while Miss Soon and I were out driving our
friends to the beach. You had a wild party.

Then, under the combined influence of my
best champagne and your undoubted charms,

the poor fellow must have lost
his head, so you bopped him.

- Just one small mistake.
- Really? What's that?

I don't murder people I
haven't been introduced to.

I found him dead in your living room
- no doubt where you just left him.

- The impudence of this creature!
- And so lovely, too.

I hate disbelieving lovely girls.

Merriwether's my name. P
for Peter. What's yours?

Harvill. Fathom. F for fathead. I dropped
in by mistake at the end of a parachute.

A parachute?

I was making a practice skydive and I
drifted off course into your terrace.

Well, what do you know? There
is parachute on the terrace.

What an extraordinary
way for a girl to drop in.

- Isn't it?
- No. Happens to parachutists every day.

I'm sure of that. If you're
just an accidental dropper-inner,

you can't have anything
to hide, can you, poppet?

Arms extended, please.

No, no, not folded. Extended.

Good girl.

- Will suffice, Peter.
- No, not quite, I'm afraid.

We do have to be completely
thorough, leave no fair stone unturned.

- Enjoying the view?
- It's highly gratifying.

You've nothing concealed.

Correction. A lightning right hand.

- What did you expect to find?
- Come on. Campbell didn't tell you?

Campbell?

Tall man. He has a false leg.

I once knew a Camberry. Nice guy.

Tall enough. Red hair.

But it couldn't be him.

He was a pole-vaulter.

You're either the coolest cookie I've
ever met or as you said, a skydiver.

With the nuttiest sense of direction.

For the time being, we'll give
you the benefit of the doubt.

- Very handsome of you, Mr Merriwether.
- Believe me, it's a pleasure.

For the time being. Anywhere
special you'd like to be taken'?

- The nearest town will do.
- Fine.

Saddle up two horses,
Jo. You ride, don't you?

I'm better in cars.

So am I. But on this trip you'll see
that horses have a definite advantage.

Get her some clothes so she
doesn't look conspicuous.

- But Peter, don't you think...?
- No questions. I know what I'm doing.

Yes, Peter.

- You're splashy with women, Mr Merriwether.
- My friends call me Peter.

What do your enemies call you?

Enemies? Me?

No, I live in a world of love.

Fathom. I've never met a Fathom.

Where did you ever get
a kinky name like that?

First initials for uncles
- Freddie, Arthur, Tom, Harry, Oscar, Milton.

They were all rich and Papa wasn't
taking any chances. Unlike me.

Chance is what life is made of,
poppet. Who would have thought an hour ago

you and I would be transporting an
unlucky stranger to his last resting place?

- Necessity has made us allies.
- Speak for yourself, Merriwether.

Do you wanna whistle for the police?

Where I come from, that's what
we do when we find dead bodies.

But when they arrived we'd have to
show them some rather embarrassing pictures.

- You want that?
- Well, maybe reluctant allies.

What say we drop the "reluctant" and
make it a full-time partnership?

You and me, a partnership?

- In what?
- Getting what we're after.

I have no idea what you're after.

All right. Let's stop playing games, shall
we? I know you're working for Douglas Campbell.

Campbell? You're
obsessed with that name.

Campbell's a loser. Don't
you understand that?

A loser in what? I
never heard of the man.

You know, I like you. You jump
well, you ride well, you lie well.

I hope you lose well.

There's a nice blind curve on
the highway below. Lend a hand.

- What's the matter?
- Sort of goes against the grain somehow.

So will ten years in a Spanish poky.

Just...'?

A truck hits a hiker around a
curve. That happens every day.

The town is full of lousy drivers.

I'm sorry about this,
chum, more than you'll ever know.

You're next, poppet.

Why the panic? You did say
the nearest town, didn't you?

Here's where you get off.

- Thanks, Merriwether. It's been gruesome.
- Do yourself a favour, poppet.

Throw away that parachute and fly
back to wherever you came from.

Mike, I ordered champagne for
everybody. Didn't you hear me?

I heard you, angel. I
didn't hear your money.

Trustless beast. Kurt will be here any
minute with more money than you've ever seen.

I don't doubt it, but I'm
waiting till he comes back. Hello.

Hi.

- I think you have a reservation for me.
- I hope so.

- The name's Fathom Harvill.
- How'd you get a name like Fathom?

- It's short for Elizabeth.
- You've got a room.

Some fellow brought your bags in an hour
ago. He didn't say you were a parachutist.

- You have something against parachutists?
- No.

Your stuffs in number
five. Help yourself to a key.

Hey! ls everyone here camera crazy?

You should be used to
having your picture taken.

Mike takes photos of everyone who stays
here. It's the custom of the house.

- But for you, angel, I'll find a good spot.
- If I were you, I'd lock my door at night.

No, that's no use. The
proprietor always has a passkey.

Thanks. I'll remember that.

By the way, didn't your group take
off for Perpignan last night?

That's right. I was just getting
in some last-minute practising.

Greetings, love. I took the short
cut. Up the trellis and through the window.

- Take the same way out again. I'm blown.
- Blown?

- Isn't that the expression you agents use?
- Oh, yes.

Look, they only let me
out to lead them to Campbell.

- How do you know?
- Merriwether thinks I work for him.

- They have me half-framed
for murder. - Whose murder'?

Young fellow I found in the
villa, his head bashed in.

- They have a picture of me bending over him.
- Fathom, did they search you?

Put it this way
- my next jumpsuit won't have a zipper.

- It fits. It fits perfectly.
- What fits?

What I heard ten minutes ago.

Listen to this. Tape recording via
bug from Merriwether's villa.

- The bee in your bonnet worked perfectly.
- I'm glad something did.

First you'll hear Jo-May
Soon and the Trivers family.

- What was that?
- The Trivers kids with severe sunburn.

They must have come back from the
beach just after you left. Listen.

Hello? Yes?

- Never mind.
- Take shrieking children elsewhere, please.

Come on, sweeties, come on. Auntie
Jo-May has to talk on the blower.

Come on. Up we go. Come on.

- Up we go. There we are.
- Repeat, please.

- Doesn't sound like much.
- Wait.

- Something up, deary?
- Yes. Stunning development.

Cable is intercepted in
London. Cable addressed to Dr Vlak.

He is invited to come here at once.
Object: to authenticate fire dragon.

This is something we didn't
count on. Who sent for him?

Is surprise. And yet not surprise.

Of course, you don't know about him.

Dr Vlak is a nuclear scientist.
Don't you see how it all adds up?

- In words of one syllable,
uh-uh. - You will. Listen to the rest.

I'll take it back a bit.

This is something we didn't
count on. Who sent for him?

Is surprise. And yet not surprise.

- Sergei Serapkin.
- Then it wasn't the girl.

Serapkin lured us away when the man was
due to arrive with the fire dragon.

He killed the young man, not
the girl with parachute.

- They thought you'd killed him and taken it.
- But it was this Serapkin fellow.

And his credentials fit. One-time street
pedlar, now a pedlar in the unobtainable.

Millionaire middleman for anything in short supply.
In the '40s, penicillin. In the '50s, gold.

- In the '60s, atomic devices.
- He has the button, and they know it.

He's aboard his yacht just down
the coast. We'd better move fast.

- I'm moving fast - to Perpignan. - We
have one piece of equipment they lack.

Oh, no. I wouldn't set foot on board that
yacht if I had the US marines as escort.

We have something much more
effective. This should display it well.

Oh, I forgot to add. Sergei Serapkin
- also world's champion bird chaser.

Jo-May to headquarters. Most
urgent. Do you read me?

Jo-May to headquarters.
Answer, please.

Do you read me? Jo-May to
headquarters. Answer, please.

- Headquarters here. I read you.
- Parachute girl and man depart in boat.

Is curious, no? So soon after we
received word of intercepted cable.

Relax, Jo-May. I'll handle it.

Right. Here's where we part
company. The boat is round the next point.

- You think he'll take the bait?
- You're too modest. He'll bite on you.

Now, let's run over it again.

I vamp my way aboard, start
fire and drive rat from the ship,

hoping he takes the
fire dragon with him.

You can bet on it, love. He's
planning to sell it for millions.

Here's your fire starter.

The left one's the bang-bang, right?

Correct. It's triggered
automatically when you take it off.

- Drop it in any ventilator. 30 seconds later...
- Yes, yes, I know.

30 seconds later, pow.

Hop aboard your pleasure
barge. Mind your step.

Fathom, love, you're a real killer.

I wish you hadn't said
that, Timothy. So is he.

Strange. A pirate ship?

- You address its captain.
- It's beautiful.

In the presence of real
beauty, it must take second place.

How charming.

- May I come aboard?
- But obviously.

You are expected.

- I must have overlooked my invitation.
- Serapkin's secret.

He expects the unexpected.

Mehmed.

Yes, master?

We will not be
disturbed for 20 minutes.

Wait.

Perhaps...

half an hour.

Shall we leave this
chill and go to to my cabin?

Lovely hothouse you have here, Mr
Serapkin. If I were an orchid, I'd be blooming.

- You find the heat too great?
- Hardly regulation for tropic waters.

I suffer from an unfortunate malady. My
body temperature is ten degrees below normal.

In the presence of
beauty it drops even further.

Thank you. But how does
a guy breathe in here?

Please.

I am very sensitive to draughts.

I wish I'd known. I'd have
brought my own oxygen tanks.

Serapkin provides oxygen.

Warm oxygen,

purified and inducted from the engine
room at a rate of three cubic metres a second.

No companion of
Serapkin's ever caught pneumonia.

We will commence.

Why, Mr Serapkin, I'll bet you
could run a mile in three minutes.

There is nothing more
precious than time.

My family comes from
Circassia. We have an ancient saying.

"Each hour is a wound,
the last one fatal."

Where I come from, we
have an ancient saying too:

"Men on the make can
go jump in the lake."

This coyness bores me.

My companions are not
selected for their skill at chess.

Companions?

You were not sent here by the
concierge of the Hotel Solymar?

I see what you mean.

I am sorry, but I'm not
one of your playmates.

It is Sergei Serapkin who must
apologise. Please, sit down, Miss...?

Harvill. Fathom Harvill.

Please don't ask me how
I got the name Fathom.

Let me guess.

Your father wanted a very tall son.

Or you were named
after wealthy relatives.

Or as a child, you were very deep.

Two out of three. That's not bad.

I am appalled at my
crudeness and bad manners.

Serapkin will make amends.

Now, let me see.

Ah, yes.

Earrings.

Just the thing.

Black pearls for plastic.

- A fair exchange?
- I couldn't.

But I insist.

Serapkin is quite aware enchanting
women do not find him Apollo.

Really, I'm just a
mariner who lost her way.

Intriguing.

A lost mariner for whom black
pearls are not sufficient.

Does she sail for richer treasure?

What have you got to offer?

You are a pirate.

Then, so am I. Come.
We will go ashore.

Ashore? Now?

Yes.

I must meet a gentleman from London.

The result of our
meeting may recompense me

for the more gentle
plunder you have denied me here.

Sergei...

Dove chick.

Dove chick.

You're so cool.

Fire! Fire!

Fire, master! Fire! Fire!

Don't you ever knock?

Sorry, sir. There is
fire in the engine.

Quick. Go quickly, before
the fuel tanks explode.

Hurry, mistress. Hurry!

You will fetch my flask of brandy.

Don't worry. We will wait.

OK.

Somebody has to fight the fire.

- Friends of the bride?
- The bride's not that sporty.

I'd say friends of the groom.

The wedding will be interesting
- particularly the exchange of gifts.

Look out! No! No! No!

On the left! On the left, imbecile!

On the right. On the right.

Behind you, fool!

It's amazing the fish you can pull
from the sea if you're patient.

- This fish feels a bit shaky.
- Any fish would with what you were carrying.

- We'll cut it open back at the trailer.
- All right.

Merriwether. He never gives
up, even when he's lost.

Keep following, chum. Campbell's got a
nice reception committee waiting for you.

Look out!

- Leaving so soon, dear'?
- Get out of my way.

That's not polite. Nice girls
always stay for breakfast.

- Please, get away from the door.
- But then, you're not a nice girl, are you?

- Hold it, poppet. Hold it.
- She's killed my missus.

She's killed my missus!

You're getting a bad reputation. Every
time you come here, somebody dies.

I gave you the benefit of the doubt
yesterday. There's none today. Jo.

I hate bad jokes. What did you do with the
fire dragon? Did you give it to Campbell?

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- There's no one here to help you.

Don't underrate us. We let you go to
Serapkin. We wanted you to do our dirty work.

Then you and your
boyfriend pulled a switch.

Last time. Where is it?

I said, where is it? I said...

It's all right.

Jo, Trivers, take that door.

Where's Campbell?

Poppet, over here.

- Now, the fire dragon. Where is it?
- I don't know!

Try to remember.

Who's going to get tired
first? You or the bull'?

You owe me something, ducks, for my missus.
You'd better answer those questions.

Take it easy on yourself, poppet. You're young.
Life can be fun. It's a beautiful world.

Then why do you want to blow it up?

Isn't that a bit melodramatic?

What are H-bombs'? Light comedy?

H- bombs'? How the devil did
H- bombs creep into this cosy chat?

H- bombs, fail-safe devices, what's the difference?
We're all after the same thing.

I'll die before I help you get it.

Trivers, give her a hand.

- Thank you.
- Any time.

Drink your coffee and
listen to a strange story.

It begins quite a time
ago, during the Korean War.

See, there was an officer with the UN
forces who was listed missing in action.

He wasn't missing. He walked across the
lines one night and gave himself up to the Chinese.

He had a crazy scheme.

His name was Douglas Campbell.

Interested?

Pass the sugar, please.

His objective was to get to Peking, but he
stepped on a mine and was nearly killed.

- Next three years, hospital in Xinjiang.
- Accounting neatly for his tin leg.

Scepticism duly noted.

He'd convinced them of his reliability
by then and was sent to Hankow University.

- He was still a long way from Peking.
- But I have a feeling you'll get him there.

It took him quite a
while, but he got there.

One rainy day he took a stroll to the
virtually unguarded Imperial Museum.

He walked inside carrying a large
guidebook. Five minutes later he walked out again.

In the hollowed-out interior of that
guidebook was his glittering prize.

Prize?

The needle in our haystack,
poppet. The fire dragon.

The most important piece from the
ancient treasure of the Ming dynasty.

But if Campbell's a
jewel thief, who are you?

A creature of circumstance. Well,
look at the spot the Chinese were in.

They could hardly call up Interpol and
say, "One of our national treasures is missing."

Unthinkable loss of face. So they
did the only thing they could do.

They came to us.

Peter Merriwether and Co, enquiry
agents. 21 Marlborough Street, Hong Kong.

In our lingo, a private eye.

He fooled us too,
poppet, more than once.

He gave us the slip in Hong Kong and
again in Manila. Next stop, San Francisco.

There he devised a master stroke.

Bribed some sap of an air-force type
to smuggle it halfway across the world

to Ankara, where it
was to be broken up.

It might have worked except
for a fantastic mischance.

The atom bomber that blew up.

Right. Like Campbell, we thought the
fire dragon was irretrievably lost-

until a young scuba diver, Kurt Wolff, fished
it right out of the Mediterranean.

We were about to make a deal with
Kurt when... Well, you know what happened.

Mr Serapkin got there first.

- What's the matter?
- A black Fiat.

Been following us since M�laga.

- Serapkin?
- Or Campbell.

What do you think brought him
to Spain'? Robber follows cops.

Hold tight.

- Is this death grip necessary?
- I'm protecting you.

Like the way you incited that
bull to make hamburger meat out of me?

I assumed you were
on Campbell's side.

I never dreamed we'd be
forming our partnership, partner.

Hold the phone. What makes
you think I buy your story?

Because of my devastating sincerity. It
shines like a candle in this naughty world.

I'm sorry, but all you've shown me so
far is a slightly-used calling card.

I'm not jumping from one
traffic jam to another.

I'm afraid ajam is
exactly what you're in.

That cabbage head of
Serapkin's, that's a pointless joke,

unless he knew we
expected to find the fire dragon.

Either way, he knows where it Is.

Go ask him. OK?

I'd rather go back into the bullring.

I'm suggesting it as penance, poppet. Penance for the eighth deadly sin
- gullibility.

How much are you
getting for this job, anyway?

$100,000.

Good bye, Mr Merriwether.

Here's another reason why you'll help me. If
you don't, I'll turn you over to the cops.

Mrs Trivers, remember?

Crawl back under your rock. You're
making a nice fat target.

That mysterious black Fiat
- it never was following us, was it?

But I rather doubted you'd
fall for the running out of gas bit.

And I did want to get close to you.

Poppet, I don't enjoy throwing
you back to the lions.

But you get a kick out
of sending me to jail.

On the other hand, it's the only way you'll
discover I'm the good guy in this story.

Suddenly I can't think of
anything more important.

You've got to be out of your mind.

Don't touch it.

Miss Harvill, I must have
heat, but I dislike firecrackers.

Please, take off your earrings and
your bracelet. Put them down there.

Helicopters...

mysterious speedboats...

ingenious explosives.

Serapkin is exhilarated by competition,
but only when he knows who his competitors are.

Your employers?

Their names? Who are they?

I'll make you a deal.

I'll give you the answers,
you give me the fire dragon.

I admire you, Miss Harvill.

Oh, I admire you greatly.

You're cool.

From Serapkin there is
no greater compliment.

Your offer is generous,
but quite impossible.

I do not have the fire dragon.

Then why did you send to London
to have someone authenticate it?

You're well informed.

Amazingly.

I did send to London, but all
I had to show was a picture

taken by the man who
proposes to sell it to me.

The fire dragon, Miss Harvill. The
grail for which we all thirst.

- A bit cross-eyed, isn't he?
- A defect in the camera's eye,

not the dragon's.

- Then you really don't have it?
- No. But I know who does.

That's good enough. Tell me
where he is. I'll get it from him.

Very well.

You go to M�laga.
You go to the market.

You go to the third
stall on the left.

The man is there.

He's a cabbage salesman.

Your coolness exceeds
even my own, Miss Harvill.

Why, apart from your
amply evident charms,

should I give you the one piece
of the puzzle which only I possess?

You're a distinguished
man, Mr Serapkin.

You wouldn't want to clutter up your
house with a lot of stolen objects.

My dear girl, half the objects
in the Louvre are stolen.

All right, then here's a better
reason. You might wanna live a little longer,

and the man you're
dealing with is a murderer.

What makes you think so?

The fire dragon was found
by a skin diver named Kurt.

Kurt took his last dive yesterday.

What a delightful bit of news.

You see, Miss Harvill,
I am a collector.

I am not interested in the past
history of a work of art, only its acquisition.

Your information has merely
dealt me a stronger hand.

Unlike yours, which I fear has
entirely run out of cards.

Beauty is a fragile
thing, Miss Harvill.

It can be so easily destroyed.

Now,

who are you working for'?

That's a good question. I
wish I knew that myself.

Serapkin always gets what he wants.

Who are these people?

Who are my enemies?

Pencil me in as number one.

Let her go.

I have a funny house rule. I like my
customers in shape to pay their bill.

Do you know to whom
you speak, sefior?

I don't care if you're
king of the Eskimos. Out.

You will hear from Serapkin, sefior.

Oh, yes.

You will hear very, very soon.

Good day, dove chick.

The travel agents did say that
Spain wouldn't be boring. Thank you.

Oh, bed, breakfast and
bouncing, all for �3 a day.

If you like, we can talk
about it over coffee.

I wouldn't say I was in trouble
- aside from a little treason, arson, murder,

and a parking ticket four days ago
in Seville, I'm having a picnic.

I've a funny feeling you're
kidding on the square.

Sefior Mike, the
Iangosta for the lunch.

- Miss Harvill and I are going to get them now.
- Where are we going?

We've got lobster on the
menu and I have to pull them in.

- The boat's a good place to talk.
- Sounds lovely.

I'll get my gear.
I won't be a second.

If you want to put some cognac in
your coffee, I wouldn't blame you.

Someone you know?

- We were never introduced.
- That's funny.

Kurt was run over before you came
into town. How did you meet him?

Well... Ulla was
telling me about him.

He was a good boy. Wish I had a better picture
of him. It's that damn camera of mine.

- Your camera?
- Yes. It has a scratch on the lens.

I'll have to get myself
a new one sometime.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

Why are you so
interested in my pictures?

Well, I like looking at pictures. That's
what they're here for, isn't it?

You know, you're right. Come on.

Careful, angel. Those
things are dangerous.

- What luck in Lobsterville?
- Let's see, shall we?

Well, what do you know?

- Funny-looking
lobster. - Yeah.

Looks more like a fire dragon.

Don't you want to touch it? After
all the trouble it's given you?

That was a mistake.

I've been making quite
a few of those lately.

This one's fatal.

When you showed so much interest in my pictures,
I had a feeling you knew about me.

And now I'm sure.

You knowl murdered Kurt.

He found this thing when he was
diving and he showed it to me.

I took a picture of it and
showed it to my friend Serapkin.

He made me a big offer.

So when Kurt told me he was doing a
deal with your friends up there at the villa,

I got 'em out of the house and...

It would've been much
easier if you hadn't turned up.

It just ain't fair. Murderers
get such lousy breaks.

See you in jail!

Welcome home, lassie.

- Stay away from me.
- You're among friends.

Stop it. I'm 100 years
older than the day we met.

- I'm afraid Merriwether's been talking to her.
- And very convincing, no doubt.

The tale of a rogue who deserted in
Korea long years ago. Was that not it?

The tale was true, lassie, every word of it
- with one wee exception.

That rogue who deserted was not
myself, but one Peter Merriwether.

We're the cops. They're the robbers.

My card. Campbell and
Associates, enquiry agents.

No. 7, Prince of Wales
Street, Hong Kong.

Some little man in a cellar must be
making a lot of money printing up these.

If true, why the
story about the H-bomb?

Oh, that. A hoax, old girl. Rather
brilliantly engineered.

You see, there's a bloody great
fee for bagging the fire dragon

and that Merriwether chap.

Haven't you lost something, Campbell?

Whither the rolling Highland burr?

Corroborative detail, old girl,

to lend verisimilitude to an otherwise
bald and unconvincing narrative.

I thought it might make
me sound more official.

- And we needed a skydiver.
- Needed one desperately.

Had I told you the truth, would
you ever have made that jump?

Unlikely.

You'd scarcely have risked your neck for
a mere bauble stolen from the Red Chinese.

You haven't popped into the dear
thing in your recent adventures?

I wondered when you'd
get around to that.

It could even explain how you so
conveniently popped into me just now.

Come again, old girl?

There's a funny kind of guardian angel
watching over me. He just saved my life.

Of course, he's not all angel.

- He ran off with the fire dragon.
- What?

- You saw it?
- Yes.

But not my unknown angel.

I was in the boat with Mike when
he fished it out of the sea.

- He won't be fishing any more.
- Merriwether.

- Or Serapkin.
- Or you, Colonel Campbell,

or Mr Campbell, or whatever you're
calling yourself this season.

You've been through a hellish lot,

but I hope for your own sake you
can still recognise the truth.

All I believe is what
I see with my own eyes.

Like Mrs Trivers...

who I shot this morning.

Spain, land of passion and romance...

and resurrection.

Behold the dead Mrs Trivers.

The rascals rigged it. Planted
a gun loaded with blanks.

- They wanted a strong hold on you.
- Well, it's broken now.

If I were you, old girl, I'd get
out of Spain with a minimum of delay.

I can't believe it. Is someone
inviting me out of this party?

With my blessings, Fathom Harvill,

and my profound apologies for
having placed you in such danger.

This will see you back to
your merry troupe of skydivers.

- Come on, love. I'll drive you back to town.
- Don't bother, love. I can find my own way.

You're leaving so soon,
Fathom? Mike will be surprised.

- Don't count on that.
- Will you ever come back here?

Maybe
- if I'm in a plane over Malaga and the pilot says, "I have to make a forced landing."

Even then I'll think twice about it.

That's funny. It
never did that before.

And I'm late. Will you do
me a favour and pay the bill?

Sure.

- Can I help you? I'll take the little one.
- There's someone else waiting to do that.

- I see no one waiting.
- You wouldn't, but believe me, he's waiting.

- Where?
- That's a good question. Don't worry about it.

I'll know him when I see him
- if he doesn't see me first, that is. Get what I mean?

- Absolutely not.
- Lucky girl.

Poppet! Hey, hey, where are you
going? I've been looking for you everywhere.

- Sorry. I was hoping you wouldn't be.
- What does that mean?

Why don't you ask Mrs
Trivers? Maybe she can explain.

Excuse me, please.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hey, poppet!

I've been expecting you, dove chick.

- Join me.
- Think fast, Serapkin.

- You're safe now.
- Timothy.

Campbell was sure you'd be followed.

- Which one do you suppose it is?
- How did Campbell know?

Only one reason you got out of that
boat. Someone wanted you to run.

- Why?
- One possibility.

I think someone's cast you as a
pigeon. Carrier type. Allow me.

- Where are you going?
- Why are you running away from me?

- I can explain about Mrs Trivers.
- I could do with comic relief.

Well, at last. The face that
launched a thousand "wanted" posters.

The notorious Korean
deserter has a sense of humour.

- Where are the rest of your things?
- What are you doing on this train?

- You don't believe this criminal stooge?
- Dove chick.

Why, Mr Serapkin. Oh. I was so rude to
you a moment ago. Won't you join us'?

Delighted.

- Love, are you crazy?
- I love to be surrounded by men.

Lots of men. It makes
me feel so secure.

I feel quite a different sensation.

Normally Serapkin is chilled, but
this gathering warms his blood.

I feel on fire
- dragon fire.

Excuse me, sir.

I would like to
thank you, dove chick,

for arranging this meeting
of my congenial competitors.

Yes. Isn't it a coincidence?

One cosy little family, all with a
sudden irresistible urge to travel.

No coincidence. I saw that menace on
your trail and I hopped aboard to protect you.

Isn't it sad? Everybody
wants the other fellow's job.

How sweet. Three gallant protectors.

Do not include me, dove chick.

I do not wish you any harm,

but my presence here is motivated by man's purest emotion
- greed.

Thank heaven for an honest man.

Gentlemen, I am going to win.

Now, how do you propose
we play the game?

I'm a detective, Serapkin. I'm playing hide
and seek. Somebody hid it and I seek it.

A child's game. I trust, Mr Merriwether, you
can offer something a little more formidable?

I play all games. Golf, tennis,
poker... I even toss the caber.

The only game I ever lost was spin
the bottle, and that was on purpose.

How sad.

I am a lone
professional in a field of amateurs.

Well, then, let me tell you what
kind of a game I'm playing.

- Gesundheit.
- Thank you.

Could one of you hand
me my bag, please?

Thank you.

The name of the game, gentlemen, is
"Little Bo Peep comes out of her sleep".

Excuse me.

When this train gets to Madrid, I'm taking
a cab ride straight to the American Embassy.

I'll tell them a story about three
fascinating gentlemen I met in the south of Spain.

About a Mr Merriwether, a might-be
detective or a may-be Korean defector.

And about a phooey
colonel and lieutenant

who could be public
enemies number one and two.

And then there's that furry
hothouse flower. No doubt about him.

A man with a treacherous timepiece who always
has time for something treacherous.

I'm going to spill every
last bean in the can.

Anyone wanna take
that cab ride with me?

Well? Well, what's wrong?

Is my slip showing?

- What's going on?
- I just found out who the bad guys are.

- I don't get it.
- I do.

The fire dragon. It was in her case.

Game's over.

I'm suddenly frozen again.

I don't feel so hot myself.

From my Circassian ancestors I've
inherited an admirable trait -

the gift of losing gracefully.

Well, I shall feel better
after a cup of warm brandy.

- A pleasure to have met you, sir.
- Thank you, sir.

Don't mention it, sir.

You drive a speedboat
very carelessly, sir.

It's just not my day.

- What are you doing?
- Telling Campbell to look for Merriwether.

You've got it twisted, love. Tell
him Merriwether is looking for us.

Fathom, love, you're brilliant.

Brilliant indeed.

It dazzles me.

I'll take it.

Come on, now. You don't expect me to
be afraid of a silly little watch again?

Don't ever underestimate
me, dove chick.

This way out, love.

Why'd you do that? There's a fine,
you know. Conductor, I've got him.

- I saw him myself.
- Yes, and he's got a watch with a knife in it.

- Wait. I forgot my suitcase.
- Forget it, love.

- I'll buy you a whole new wardrobe in Paris.
- Paris?

Campbell's waiting at an airstrip. Let's
leave Spain before Merriwether picks up the scent.

Gracias, old man. Come on, love.

- You called the tune, sir. She had it.
- Let me see it.

I hope I never do again.

Fantastic. One of the great
glories of Chinese culture.

- No wonder they want it back.
- I'll fire up the plane, sir.

Good. Come along, old girl. I've
got some flying togs for you.

Thank you.

I know it sounds inadequate, but
I am most grateful. Thank you.

- How nice, sitting in a parachute again.
- Always insist on them. You too, sir.

Not likely. I'm not taking
any chances at this stage.

If the engine conks out we can draw
straws who takes the fire dragon. Close the door.

Right.

Verily it is said, "Great shall be the
rejoicing for that which was lost and has been found."

- Better check the weather, Timmy.
- Right, sir.

Calling Barcelona weather. Cessna
Golf Alpha Tango Sierra Lima. Over.

We read you, Golf
Alpha Tango Sierra Lima.

What's the weather northeast
of Barcelona?

A trough of
depression 100 miles northeast.

Suggest alter heading to 068. Over.

Thank you. Out.

- We couldn't have it better.
- That's good news.

- Then it's three for Ankara.
- Did I hear you say Ankara?

- That's right.
- What happened to Paris?

A rather risky place to
dispose of stolen gems, Paris.

You see, your friend Mr Merriwether
spoke the truth. He is the detective.

I'm the thief.

I don't suppose you'd land
this crate and let me off?

I'd like to very much indeed.

Unfortunately, you're just the sort of
girl who'd go running straight to the police.

- How about trying to corrupt me a little?
- What do you think, guv'nor?

A delightful idea, but I'm
afraid it's just not on, old lad.

What a shame. It
could've been fun trying.

Well, in that case...

Geronimo!

Go ahead.

You've rigged it. It won't open!

How did you guess, love?

I guess you're right. There
will be three for Ankara.

Exactly. Three. Timothy, yours
truly and the fire dragon.

You were heading in the
right direction before.

"Girl Skydiver Victim
of Tragic carelessness."

Get out of that door.

- Get out.
- No!

Reckless maniac!

Hello, Campbell. Do you want to land
now or do I follow you to Ankara?

He's been tuning in
on our transmissions!

What the devil is he doing?

Watch closely, Merriwether.

Here comes a flying lesson.

Keep your head down, poppet.

Let him come round.

Now throttle back.

Hold her steady.

- Not quite close enough.
- I'll push that cocky devil right into the cliff.

Where did he go?

Don't look now, Timmy boy, but that
propeller on your tail, that's me.

Silly creature.
You're laughing at me.

It's not funny.

Sorry about that, guv'nor.

Come on, poppet, don't panic. Get into
that seat. I can get you out of this.

One hand on wheel, the other on
throttle. Feet on rudder pedals.

Wheel, hard left. Push it forward.

Back on throttle.

Come on, poppet. Back on throttle.

Wheel forward. Don't be afraid of
diving. You've gotta dive before...

Poppet, watch out.
Watch out! Pull up!

Pull up, poppet!

Poppet! You can fly!

Well, here we are, just
you, me and the fire dragon.

Yeah, I guess that's right.

- To get it, you stopped Mike from killing me.
- Right.

You hid the devil in my handbag so you
wouldn't have to share it with Jo-May.

I did?

Then you were going to catch
up, split it with me. Right?

Oh, right, right. Absolutely right.

Well, where shall it be? Tahiti?
Zanzibar? The golden trail to Samarkand?

An igloo in Baffin Land would be
heaven with you to warm it, poppet.

- We've got the whole rainbow.
- Right.

The sun in the
morning and the moon at night.

Right.

- We'll stand this whole planet on its head.
- Right.

It's ours. All...

Poppet, what are you
doing? What are you doing?

I wish... I wish...

Oh, no. No. I...
Don't do that, poppet.

Poppet, please, I beg you. I'll do
anything. Please. Please, don't. Don't!

Bye-bye, dragon baby. Have
a nice trip home to China.

How could you? How could
you do such a thing?

I'm sorry. I guess I'm not
cut out for a life of crime.

Excuse me for sounding
nervous, but what happens to me now?

You have no problem. You've
returned the fire dragon.

Your friends don't even have to know the
truth. You may even wind up a hero.

I may at that. Oh, that's
very nice of you, poppet.

Just call it a farewell gift
to a friend who saved my life.

Toodle-oo, Merriwether.

Where do you think you're going?

Back to my merry group of skydivers.

Oh, that's funny. I had a
feeling we'd meet at Pedro's Bar at 7:30.

I'm heading for Perpignan.

Pedro's is in
Torremolinos, not Perpignan.

Remember, now. 7:30.

You may have a long wait.

I don't think so. I have a
hunch you're going to be very prompt.

You seem very sure of yourself.

Te� me something, poppet. Does
2443771 mean anything to you'?

Z44...

- Why, that's my passport number.
- Your picture doesn't do you any justice.

You see, poppet, I don't intend
to be a loser twice in one day.

- Where did you say we'd meet?
- Pedro's. 7:30.

And don't be late.

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