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Hot.

Very.

Business trip?

- I never travel for pleasure. - Neither do I old boy,

but the great British public, you can't keep them at home nowadays.

Here's my card, 'Sunshine Tours for All'.

George C. Lillywhite, delighted to meet you.

Arthur Fairbrother, how do you do?

- You on vacation? - Yes.

- Are you? - I'm on leave.

- Oh, army? - No, I'm with Iranian Oil.

I always wanted to see Marrakesh though.

- My name is Jessel, Andrew Jessel. - Kyra Stanovy.

-Kyra... -Stanovy - Stanovy.

My fiancé is waiting in Marrakesh for me.

And I thought he might have taken a car to meet me at the airport.

Seven passengers, should be easy to identify the courier.

We can eliminate Mademoiselle Stanovy.

We almost certainly have to eliminate her. Pass them.

Did I hear you say with Iranian Oil sir?

Yes yes.

I know Persia. We promoted it last year.

Ten days in Tehran, 'Sunshine Tours for All'.

Excelent value. - Yes.

I work mostly in Saudi Arabia.

On the Gulf? That used to be my territory.

Oh really?

Mr. Vans a salesman, and I'm in travel.

Nice to know you both.

Do you have a good place for the sub-sales in Saudi Arabia?

Sometimes it seems that we British were the

only ones trying to sell anything these days.

Everyone else gives it away.

- Thank you. - You're welcome mademoiselle.

My dear fellow, I should be delighted to consider your proposition.

That may be expensive, but not impossible.

You flatter me.

And the same to you.

The rest of these passengers stayed in Casablanca,

only these seven are coming to Marrakesh.

So this is Kyra Stanovy. She could be a Persian model.

The bus should be here in half an hour.

Alright Jonquil, get over to the hotel

make sure everything is ready.

Soixante-dix (70), Monsieur Lillywhite.

Which room?

Ha, ha, 70.

Thank you.

And soixante et onze (71) for you, monsieur...

Mr. Fairbrother.

I don't speak that language myself.

Really? I would have thought it essential in your line of country.

When I speak loud enough, wave a few francs, they get the message.

MS. Stanovy, 426.

Mr. Jessel, 425.

- Is there any message for me? - No, mademoiselle.

- Oh, Mr. Jessel. - Yes?

- We have the car you ordered.

Oh great. Well I'll pick up the keys in a little while. Ok?

You really do intend to see Marrakesh.

My first vacation in a year. I want to make the most of it.

- Yes? - I'm sorry Mr. Jessel.

There's been a mistake. They've given us the wrong rooms.

- No, no I don't think so! - Oh yes, your luggage is next door.

- I have no luggage. - Oh...

- And those are mine. - I do not think so.

- I think they gave you the wrong keys. - Oh. Oh yes, K.S. , well...

Well that's easily fixed, isn't it? Well, I um....

- I'll just switch luggage. - But my things are here,

and yours are next door, why bother to change?

Philippe, Philippe!

I was just about to call somebody, honest.

- No, but you mustn't. - Yes, yes.

- Hello operator. - Please. Please.

Before you ring up somebody, listen to me.

I think there's been some foul play.

He thought something like that might happen to him, poor Philippe.

He warned me.

- Philippe who? - Philippe Vernier, my fiance.

- Ohhh. - He told me not to come.

His family you see is very rich and powerful.

They didn't want him to marry me.

So they knifed him and stuck him in my closet?

It's my closet. Don't you see?

No! Your closet, my closet. What's the difference does it make?

It makes all the difference.

I was to find the body.

Don't you understand what they're trying to do?

Break the engagement?

Philippe and I had a row in Paris

and I foolish enough to say that I wanted to kill him.

- But you didn't kill him. - This has nothing to do with it.

They're trying to make it look as if I followed him here.

They killed him.

- And want me blamed. - They'd of made great in-laws.

Of course they know something like that couldn't happen in New York or in Paris,

but we're in Morocco.

Who are the police going to believe,

a rich and powerful family or a foreigner?

- I can prove that you found him here. - You're a foreigner too.

Look, ripped in half. Planted on his body.

Don't you see?

At the very least we both would be involved in a scandal.

Scandal?

Of course, you know what they're like in this place.

We would be questioned and locked up. It can take days.

Oh Mr. Jessel, what are we going to do?

We are going to call the police. Right now.

- Oh please. - Well what else can we do?

I mean...

It's for his good too, isn't it? No?

We can't just move the body and try to pretend nothings happened.

But you're wonderful. That's the answer.

There's a full tank of gas and also a local map.

Happy motoring, sir.

Happy motoring!

Close the door. Close the door.

Now look...

Mr. Jessel, I can't think of any man,

any man in the world who would be as kind and trustworthy as you are.

You know, I'm alone in a foreign country and I'm completely in your hands.

- And you know what? - What?

I feel absolutely safe.

You know what? I don't.

In the first place,

how in the name of anything are we ever going to get a...

Where is he?

Oh no.

- It was standing outside. - You forget the weight in that?

No, no no no. It is too obvious.

If we're seen pushing that through the hotel, what would people think?

That we have a lot of dirty linen.

Cassie, darling.

And how was Paris my dear? Lonely, I hope.

- Very dull Gerry without you. - And how was the information I sent back?

You did very well.

Philippe won't bother us no more, neither will the girl

Hello, yes...

New York calling.

Hello?

Ahh, my dear señor. And how are things at the United Nations?

Fascinating.

Now about the deal, are the pledges confirmed?

Good.

And the vote will take place in 48 hours? Excellent.

Oh yes, the courier has arrived and the money has changed hands.

Everything is running with delightful precision.

Expensive, but not impossible.

Goodbye, señor. Goodbye.

Gerry, is it true? Has the courier made contact already?

Of course not, we're going to have to inspire confidence amoung associates.

Jonquil, we have work to do. I want you to...

No work, I'm tired Cassie.

- Let's go lay down somewhere. - You interest me,

but first I must make arrangments about Ms. Stanovy.

We don't her want to spoil the arrival of our beautiful two million American dollars.

Do we?

Call the police. Report a murder at the Mamounia Hotel.

- Is there room for one more? - Why not?

What do you got in there, a body?

The manager of the hotel. Shhhh.

I won't say a word. Your secret's safe with me.

The manager of the hotel.

Come to think of it, what is in there?

We're going on a picnic.

- Which way? - Keep driving, I'll find a place.

You act as if you've done this sort of thing before.

I think you are a brave and wonderful man.

I'm a raving idiot.

How do you like me?

Try it without.

Better.

Cassie darling, when do we get all this lovely money?

When one of your traveling companions

reveals himself as the courier.

He must make himself known within 48 hours.

- Mr. Casimir!

I've heard news from the hotel.

- Have they arrested her? - Not exactly, she's gone.

- Philippe is gone too. - What?!

Then she's hidden the body?

I don't know, she left the hotel with the American, Jessel in the car.

Get them!

Wait.

Go get the sooks in the city center.

Get all the cars out. Look for them on the open road.

Somewhere quiet where they could dump the body.

Poor Philippe.

Rest in peace Philippe.

Please Mrs. Jessel.

Philippe!

What are they trying to do?

He tried to push me off the road.

Don't stop.

Watch out!

Look, I want to know what I'm mixed up in.

This is not the time or the place. Take me somewhere and buy me a drink.

I think you need one.

- Good evening. - Thank you.

Cassie, I do hate coming here, this place is so vulgar.

Nothing to do with money is vulgar my dear.

- Bonsoir monsieur. - Bonjour comment talle vous?

Tonight I hope to hear the three most beautiful words in the English language.

I love you.

No, two million dollars.

Isn't this ahh...

Yes, Mr. Lillywhite and Madam Bouseney, from the bus.

You see, every tourist visits the casino.

We're simply here to give our courier the

chance to make his first contact.

Should we see how the numbers are running?

Good evening. You look charming, Ms. Voss.

- Absolutely charming. - Thank you.

- Mr. Lillywhite, Mr. Casimir. - How do you do?

And what do you think of our little town, Mr. Lillywhite?

- Quiet, but we'll change all that. - Oh?

Oh yes. Once we're in business we'll be bringing millions in.

Millions? Of dollars?

I'm speaking financially, of course.

- You interest me. - Money interests all of us.

My card.

'Sunshine Tours for All' ?

Yes, we are known as the connoisseurs of the economic holiday.

The only holiday that the cheapers are staying at home.

We'll meet again, I hope.

It's been a pleasure Ms. Voss.

Travel agent. Hmm.

We'll see.

We past a dozen nice little bars on the way here,

why do we have to come to a dressy place like this?

Because of the company and bright lights.

Excuse me.

I think we have a mutual friend. How is Philippe?

Philippe?

The young man I met in Paris? Such a disappointment he didn't come.

Jonquil made a boo-boo.

I wonder why she came here of all places?

Well, you said everyone comes here. That's why we're....

- Could she be the courier? - Unthinkable.

Tempted by the wheel of fortune, Mr. Lillywhite?

- Research, old boy. - Ahh.

Checking up on what the average person wagers.

- We have very average people on our tours. - I see.

I wonder. Could I have been wrong?

You're never wrong, you told me so yourself.

Hello my dear, you look marvelous, if I may say so.

Mr. Fairbrother, my good friend Mr. Casimir.

- Oh, just the man I wanted to see. - Oh.

- I'm delighted to meet you. - As you too.

Won't you sit down and join us.

Thank you. May I?

- Champagne? - Oh, I'd love a glass. Thank you.

Look, I'd hate to take your mind off the entertainment, but who were those guys?

- Who? - Who!?

The Arabs in the car who tried to kill us.

I don't know.

- Whatever brings you to Marrakesh? - You bring me to Marrakesh, Mr. Casimir.

- You interest me. - Oh, I hope so, I'm a salesman.

We're all salesman in our own way. What is your particular field?

China.

- Yes From Cairo to the Cape.

I'm the man for all the emergent nations,

with the domestic sanitation problem. My dear.

Good luck, Mr. Casimir.

You know that man talking to Fairbrother? And don't tell me he's your uncle.

- I didn't say a word. - Well who is he?

And why the loaded question about Philippe?

Because he's Philippe's uncle.

He's the head of the family.

And probably the most powerful man in Morocco.

You know I don't always believe everything you tell me.

I'll buy you one more drink,

that'll give you plenty of time to dream up

another Arabian nights story before bedtime.

Was the sum you had in mind, somewhere in the region of um

2 million dollars?

Ho ho ho, my dear sir! With that you'd get gold fittings

and possibly a decoration from Her Majesty's government,

and a little medal you know.

Could we meet again?

Should be available at anytime during the next 48 hours.

Thank you. My dear.

From us, you'll only get the best.

I've always said: "You don't know the difference

between British china and red china

until it's too late." Mesurier, mademoiselle.

Cassie, what you think?

I think it could be Fairbrother,

or it could be Lillywhite.

Or it could be the girl.

Or it could be anyone of the others. Look.

They're all here now.

What do you think, my dear?

I think you're marvelous. Let's go lay down.

You interest me, why not?

We'll let the courier make the next move.

You're wrong, anything that happens in Marrakesh is my business.

And in New York and the Orient?

You better tell me now quickly. Are you who we think you are?

Honey, we're going to be late.

What do you think you are doing?

You must be the goofiest chick I've ever met,

or the worlds number one double-crosser.

- I had to talk to him and you ruined it. - Go on, go back, talk to him.

I'm going to the nearest police station to report a spare body in the cemetery.

- Andrew, don't be stupid. - Don't be stupid?!

I've been nothing but stupid!

Alright.

Let's go back to the hotel, I'll tell you the whole story.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- Talk.

- I don't know where to start. - Start at the beginning.

- Philippe was not your fiance, was he? - These are very good.

- Was he? - No.

He was looking for Casimir.

Casimir?

- Was that that man's name, Casimir? - Yes

And Philippe is not his nephew is he.

No, I met him in Paris.

Casimir or Philippe?

Philippe, of course. I never met Casimir until tonight.

Who is he, apart from not being Philippe's uncle?

The most dangerous man in Morocco.

And apart from that?

What else does he have to be apart from that?

- What's his business? - Nuts?

No! Why did he kill Philippe and try to blame it on you?

Look, no no. Let's go back to square one.

Who are you?

I'm a newspaper woman.

I met Philippe in Paris and got wind that Casimir

was mixed up in something... political, something very big.

And I came here because Philippe was going to help me expose him.

And Casimir found out about this and had him killed.

Hoping to take care of you at the same time?

- Yes. You don't want to have nuts? - No, I can't stand them. Wait...

If Casimir is so dangerous,

why did you have a tete-a-tete with him?

Because it's my job, to get close to him and find out all I can.

What's he up to?

What's this political business?

Look, I can't tell you that. Just believe me.

Casimir, believes in corruption, very high places.

A great deal of moneys involved.

You don't believe me, do you?

I'm just a simple engineer and this has been a long bewildering day.

Thank you for your help.

Enjoy your holiday and good night Mr. Jessel.

Kyra.

- Hello, old boy.

You've been swimming?

I lost my shirt in the casino,

I've been cooling my heels in the shallow end.

I ordered myself a drink, can I offer you one?

- No thanks, I was just finishing one. - Ohh.

By the way, how's Sandy Woods?

- Who? - Sandy, isn't he your boss in Arabia?

Oh well, I'm just a little cog in the works you know,

I don't get to meet the big wheels. - Ahh, I see.

- Good night Mr. Fairbrother. - Good night, yes good night.

Hello, Marrakesh Export Analysis Company.

The cargo sits at two million dollars.

Thank you for your advice.

I shall prepare the necessary invoice.

Your import has arrived satisfactorily?

Slightly damaged, but I think it can balance the account.

The freight is of the utmost importance..

I shall be here for market information at any time.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

You know there was this lady once named Scheherazade, remember?

She married a sultan.

Who likely liked to murder one of his wives.

So every night she told him a story, she was gallow liked to keep her head.

Well.

She lasted for a thousand and one Arabian nights.

I won't murder you.

Why don't you tell me the truth?

I will. I promise, tomorrow.

That gives you all night to think of something original.

I do like you.

- You're pretty too. - Goodnight Andrew.

- Ahh, good morning. - Bonjour mesurier.

Bonjour.

There we are.

Qu'est-ce que c'est Mesurier? (What is it, sir?)

I didn't hear anything.

Au revoir. (Goodbye)

- Au revoir. (Goodbye.)

Merci mesurier. (Thank you sir.)

Kyra.

- Kyra!

What happened?

What happened?!

Philippe!

- Casimir again? - Of course who else?

Don't be excited! Don't be excited.

Now Kyra.

Kyra!

I want the real story now.

Now last night, I may have been tired and had an event.

But now it's daylight and this cannot go on.

After all, I am a decent law-abiding citizen.

Now as far as I'm concerned, murder is a job strictly for the police...

or consol.

Who is it?

- George Lillywhite. Can I talk to you?

Just a moment.

- You better leave now. - No, tell him to go away.

No, it's better to see what he wants.

You want to wait in the closet?

I'm so sorry to disturb you, but may I come in for a moment?

- Oh yes. - Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Look, I wonder do you think we can have a little talk?

About what?

About our mutual friend Mr. Casimir.

I'm afraid I don't know him, should I?

Well, the man you speaking to at the casino last night.

- Oh, that man.

He offered me a job as a model here in Marrakesh.

I don't fall for stories like that Mr. Lillywhite.

Nor do I, Ms. Stanovy. Nor do I.

- Come in, it's unlatched. - Good morning.

Dear Kyra darling. Aren't you ready?

- Mr. Lillywhite, what a pleasant surprise! - Good morning.

Perhaps we better postpone our talk until later?

Oh that would be a lovely idea.

Goodbye, don't bother seeing me out. Thank you.

- Good bye. - Good bye.

- What did he want?

Oh you know we talked about the travel agency.

- He's a bit of a Romeo. - And you're a bit of a liar.

Andrew, I wish you wouldn't keep doubting me.

What are we going do about Philippe?

Well, tell you what I'm going to do.

I'm going to talk to the man who put him there.

1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3.

Hello

- I want to see Mr. Casimir. - Why I don't think you can.

He's very busy and didn't seem to like you,

I can't imagine why.

I think he'll see me, just tell him I'm here please.

- On business? - Mm-hmm.

Ohhh!

That's right.

Now suppose you be a good girl and go tell him.

Oh yes. Cassie!

Wait here. Cassie!

Documents are complete.

- Good and the photostats? - Are all in there.

Lock it in the safe,

until our cautious friend makes contact.

- Cassie, he's here. The courier he's Mr. Jessel.

- Who? - Mr. Jessel.

- Are you sure? - Good morning, my name is Jessel.

My dear Mr. Jessel,

how very discreet of you to wait until this morning.

I was obliged to contact you with the possibility that...

we might do business.

How quaintly put. Please sit down.

Run along my dear.

I feel you played your part almost too well last night.

Mr...Mr. Casimir, I'd like the answers to a couple of straight questions.

I have them.

The assembly meets tomorrow and the votes are commited.

Did you or did you not....

put Philippe in Kyra Stanovy's hotel room twice ?

My dear fellow, Ms. Stanovy has been a nuisance, this is being attended to.

Let's uhm...

Lets talk about more delightful things, like money.

Thee money!

- May I Mr. Jessel? - No you may not.

- My dear Mr. Jessel. We must have trust each other.

How are our mutual friends in the Orient?

Our mutual friends in the Orient?

They're fine...fine.

Jessel may I see your credentials please?

May I have my briefcase?

It seems a body has been found in your room at the hotel.

Well that's a lie for a start.

- I repeat, in your room.

A warrant has been issued for your arrest and that of Ms. Stanovy.

I'm a law-abiding citizen,

I really must assit the police, and and detain you.

Get him!

This way.

Over there.

- Up the stairs.

- Well come on, come give a hand.

- No one is there.

Quick!

Come on!

Spread out.

There!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm terribly sorry.

I'm terribly sorry. I'm terribly sorry.

- Kyra! - Keep away from the car.

- We gotta make a try for it. - No. This way.

There's no sign of them there anywhere.

Track them, find them. Up on the roof.

You over there. The alley, quick. Hurry!

Why didn't you tell me what he's mixed up in?

What's this assembly that's meeting tomorrow?

What votes are commited?

The United Nations assembly that's meeting tomorrow.

What!?

Has it ever occurred to you that some countries

may not be voting the way they should at UN?

I don't believe it.

Some delegates representing just a few countries,

could alter vital decisions.

Think of it. And think of the money it's worth.

I do not believe it.

Perhaps you'll believe this.

The police has found Philippe's body they're looking for us.

Yes, that I believe.

And there's another thing, Casimir said the body was found in my room.

Well I had to put it somewhere.

Oh, great, thanks a lot.

I come to this country a perfectly respectable businessman.

- It will be alright, there's no problem. - No problem?!

That and don't get upset.

Why should I be upset?

Just because I'm being accused of being a murderer,

and some murderers are trying to murder me.

Look, let's go to the police and confess everthing.

We're almost there.

You crazy? We can't go to the police.

We are not.

We're going to see a man who will solve everything.

- Who?

Stop stop, we are here.

And this is the man who's going to solve everything?

I employed you Jonquil because in the past

you displayed a certain unpleasant efficiency.

- You seem to be losing your touch. - They got away in the silks.

Cassie! Darling.

Please don't interrupt my dear.

I don't care where you lost them,

I can't afford anymore trouble from those two.

Cassie, why do they always show pictures of nude girls in magazines,

why not some men for a change?

What? Please, I've asked you.

And since when have you been interested in nudes on paper?

Where did you get that?

- In your briefcase, there's lots more here.

This isn't my briefcase.

- Jessel, he took the wrong one. - He's taken the letters of commital.

Photostats. Everything.

Never mind darling, the police is sure to catch them.

Jonquil, if my case falls into the hands of the police.

I'll get evey man after them.

I want a car at every gate out of the city. They mustn't run into a police roadblock.

Now tell me, who was the influential corpse?

My contact.

A newspaper man?

I'm not working for a newspaper.

Oh, here we go again!

It's no use telling you the truth you won't believe it.

That's my whole trouble Kyra, I believe everything.

Well I'm through being a sucker.

I'm handing this whole thing over to the American consulate in Casablanca.

- We'll never get to Casablanca. - You want to bet?!

And leave that alone, it's mine.

- Any sign of them? - Not yet.

Okay you win, we'll never get to Casablanca.

I don't think they don't saw us.

- Where does this road go? - To Ouarzazate.

Oh great, I've always wanted to go there.

Police headquarters.

- What is it? - Nice.

- Bonjour. - Bonjour.

You want a lift to a garage? Climb in.

- Ok. - Thank you.

Sit down.

Sit down.

It's okay, he doesn't bite beautiful ladies.

- What about me? - I'm not so sure, you want to stay behind.

- You want to stay behind? - No but I don't want to get bitten either.

Wait wait wait wait!

Just a second.

Ok!

- Where are you from? - London. We're on a cruise.

We got off in Casablanca to drive to Morocco.

You like Morocco?

My wife and I find it a little warm.

Wait a moment here.

I'll fix a cheap price before the owner finds out you are tourists.

Here, here and here.

We're putting blocks on all the main roads.

Don't worry, they'll be caught.

You see, my briefcase contains papers of great value.

Sentimental value.

I'd like an order sent out it should not be

opened until I personally checked it's contents.

- I'll send the orders myself. - That's very kind, goodbye.

I'm giving a cocktail party next week, you must come and bring your wifes.

- It would be delighted. - I'll see myself out.

Can you fix the car?

- What's happening? - We're going the wrong way!

Where are you taking us?

I hear on the radio the police, they look for you.

In the café they tell me there are police cars are blocking the main roads,

so we go by the mountains tracks.

- Where? - Do you want to go to the Algerian border?

I'll take you there.

For how much, if it's not a rude question?

It's not a rude question.

- 50 dollars. - You got yourself a deal.

You know why we are wanted by the police, don't you?

It doesn't matter, pretty lady.

I like you, I don't like the police, so we're on the same side.

My husband is from the Bajarge gang Andrew...

Mr. Jessel and I, we're running away.

She tells beautiful stories, hey Mr. Jessel?

Beautiful.

I like her!

We're still on the same side. So do I.

Search for the briefcase.

Get back.

- There you go, you'll be warm now. - Thank you, thank you.

- What about you? - Oh, I share the truck with the dog.

Good night, Achmed.

Sleep well, and don't forget, we leave very early tomorrow morning.

Bonsoir.

Would you please unzip me.

- There we are. - Thank you.

This a sweet bedroom, huh?

Oh, please.

Oh, yes.

His and hers.

- You don't mind if I join you? - Good night Andrerw.

Scheherazade.

When we get to Algeria tomorrow, are you going to tell the consul the truth?

Of course.

Why not try it out on me now?

Very well, Sultan.

Once upon a time, there were six travelers going to Marrakesh.

One of them was a messenger, bearing treasure from the grand vizier

of the Orient to the merchant of the city.

Named Casimir.

Treasure?

This courier was very cautious and kept his faced vailed

for the treasure was writen on a piece of paper

and the words said: Two million American dollars.

That's quite a situation, isn't it?

How does it end?

Scheherazade never tells a complete story in one night.

- Next episode in Algeria, huh? - If we ever get there.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

They have to be in the mountains, here.

They have no car.

And our roadblocks here, here and here.

Take every men and every car, search every village until you find them.

- We leave at dawn. - You leave now.

By dawn I want the search underway.

It's for you, Cassie.

- Is it from London? - Yes.

Our man has done well.

There's no Mr. Jessel on the payroll of the Iranian Oil Company.

Then it is him, he is a courier.

Neither is there a Mr. Fairbrother,

representing any British sanitation firm in Africa.

What's more, there is no "Sunshine Tours Limted"

Therefore, Mr. Lillywhite does not exist either.

Hey, you like to play rough, don't you?

- Give me my briefcase. - I'm sorry, Andrew.

- I'm sorry it had to be you. - Are you crazy?

We are going back.

I've got all the evidence I need in here to incriminate you and Casimir.

- Will you stop pointing that thing at me. - Iranian Oil.

I wanted to believe you, it was a very phony cover story.

All right, I'm in the hotel business, but don't shoot me for that.

Oh, stop it!

Look, do you think I could go into a town and just blithely announce to everyone

that we're putting up a luxury hotel?

The price of land would skyrocket.

Very clever, but I believe in facts.

- Let me see what's in that briefcase. - Keep back.

- Do you see my initials there? - No, that's okay it was suspicious.

Well, I don't care what's in it, it's not mine.

Of course it's not yours.

You took yours to Casimir and left it there with

the two million dollars and got this in exchange.

I guess I otta know when I've been outsmarted huh?

Who do you work for?

- America. - The CIA?

- One of it's branches. - Mm-hmm.

Now, let's see a little sanity into this, shall we?

Nice and still darling.

I've never seen this before in my life.

Or you can drop them both.

I'm nobody's courier, you idiot.

Tomorrow I want my briefcase back.

We'll settle this hash tomorrow morning in Marrakesh in police headquarters.

Aren't you a little cold out there, honey?

Mr. Jessel.

Darling.

Next stop Algeria.

No, Marrakech.

Take us to the nearest policeman.

Ah, this mountain air! What he does to people.

I've seen it turn brides into wives, and lovers into husbands.

Now it makes nice criminals like you give up and go to prison.

That was Casimir's men.

Hey, that was them, turn around.

- Friends? - No.

Alright, hang on.

Come on.

- Go on, faster.

Let them chase me. You two, jump.

- Jump? - Around the next bend.

Good luck.

Now!

Thank you.

Ok.

I'll kill them.

Leave her alone.

I say, how jolly nice of you to drop in, your just in time for tea.

- I am El Caid.

At Eton they used to call me the oily can.

- Kyra Stanovy. - How do you do?

- Andrew Jessel. - How do you do?

Please do get up.

You have no idea what a pleasure it is to welcome visitors.

No crumpets I'm afraid,

but do come and have some of the cucumber sandwiches.

- We grow them ourselves. Do sit down.

- Did you say "Eton"? - That's, years ago. Years ago.

London has changed now.

The Windmill Theater now a cinema. Dreadful.

- Indian? - No, American.

- I'm so sorry for the tea Mr. Jessel. - Ohh, thank you.

And you, my dear, do have some cake, you must be absolutely famished.

Tell me. What exactly were you guys doing there?

Well you see, we are geologists and we...

We were lost. We're tourists.

Seems to be a slight difference of opinion.

- Tourists. We are tourists from Marrakesh.

and we have to get back quickly.

Oh well, do have your tea.

It's so pleasant for me to hear English.

Of a sort, of course.

Confound it, I do wish they wouldn't do that.

It puts the goldfish off thier feed.

- What are they doing? - They're just keeping in practice

in case I decide to resume banditry, like my father.

A poorly old guy.

The only bad thing he ever did in life was to die.

That's cutting short my rather promising career as playboy in England.

- Why do you stay here?

- Well, if I left, they'd cut me off without a brass farthing.

So here I am in the wilderness doing absolutely sweet Fanny Adams.

Surrounded, I might tell you by my relations who have

the all want the cushy jobs, diplomats and so on.

My favorite cousin is the chief of police in Marrakesh.

We are wanted by the police.

My dear, I have a wireless set and I am an avid listener.

- So you know that? - Well, one guessed.

But one doesn't know the whole story.

One is simply itching to find out.

- Well, it's quite a long story.

Time here is completly irrelevant. Have some tea.

It all began about 48 hours ago in Casablanca,

when half a dozen or so of us, boarded a bus.

Madame Bouseney and Martinez didn't stay long.

Perhaps they didn't find what they came to Marrakesh to look for.

Or perhaps they just came to see the town, and now they've seen it.

You may well be right.

What a lark, well this has absolutely made my day.

You know, Americans are sure they've known of Casimir for

some time but we've never been able to prove anything.

Sounds a little bounder. Thank heavens for you, Mr. Jessel.

I'm just an architect trying to build a new hotel in Marrakesh.

He's been wonderful. I couldn't have done it without you.

We haven't done anything except run away.

But we can now...

with El Caid's help? - Ahhh ha!

And you will help us, won't you?

Let's go inside and see if we can make the telephone work.

Come on.

- Thank heaven, you're back. - Why? Have they been found?

No, but Mr. Lillywhite called you twice.

And Mr. Fairbrother, which one do you think it is, Cassie?

Doesn't matter does it? We've got nothing to sell.

Yes?

Is that Mr. Casimir? El Caid here.

Caid, I think we once met at a minor orgy in Rabat.

Would you mind telling me the purpose of this call?

- You what? - Captured the pair of them.

Got them in my dungeon.

Thought I might have a chance with the lady in response to torture.........

We've got a briefcase here that appears to belong to you.

And I thought if I was rather shorter than nessesary,

that perhaps we might meet and exchange greeting and a few facts.

How much?

Well, shall we say around a hundred thousand?

It's rather expensive but...

You wouldn't consider throwing in the two people for the same price?

My dear boy, damn.

You won't mind if they're a little damaged. Would you?

- Not at all, it's a deal.

Provided you can deliver by, six o'clock?

Shall we say neutral ground? The ruins of the old royal prison?

- Excellent, six o'clock. Good bye.

A smashing price! Excuse me, Yousef!

Perhaps two chaps would like a quick towel and a shave?

Yousef. Get out the shopping car, will you.

Right, would you like to come this way?

We'll have to contact the courier.

Tell him to meet us at the old royal prison.

- Which one do I contact? - Mr. Lillywhite or Mr. Fairbrother.

Well, let's inform them both. Mention the word "Friend of the Orient".

The real courier will know what the message means.

Tell him to be there at 5:30.

But you said six o'clock, Cassie.

There's going to be a change of plan.

Get out!

- Where is Jessel? - They tortured him.

Where are the rest of these documents, Mr. Jessel?

We had to leave most of them in the briefcase,

Casimir bound to open it.

- Why didn't my cousin come in himself? - Well, he couldn't.

He's too well known, he couldn't come into town earlier.

Casimir might expect a trap.

That's the prison ruins there. You could only get in through here.

- What the rest of this? - The arena and the camel market.

It's going to take a lot of men.

- So, we have 'till six o'clock. - But not one minute before six.

Casimir mustn't suspect anything.

He won't. Well thank you very much, Mr. Jessel.

- Leave it to us. - But I thought I...

- No, I'm sorry. It's a police matter now.

Ohh, ok.

Will you ask the inspector to come up please.

- Achmed! - Andrew!

- How is it possible? - Allah preserved me.

And the beautiful one, where is she?

Don't look. Don't look.

They've double-crossed us.

You've got to do something for me.

Go to the police.

Police?! Not even for you my brother.

You've got to, there's no time to explain.

Go to the police and say, "Come now, don't wait 'till six o'clock."

Have you got it?

- Don't wait 'till six o'clock, come now. - I'm counting on you, Achmed.

Police!

- My thanks to you, Caid. - Your a disgrace, sir.

- Weren't you at Harrow? - I was expelled.

- What are we going do about Jessel? - We'll deal with him later.

Well Ms. Stanovy, at any moment now we

shall both know the identity of the courier.

Well well, Mr. Lillywhite. Most punctual.

If I may say so, a little reluctant to make contact!

Look, do you think we can talk somewhere private?

That won't be necessary.

You'll find the contents of my briefcase in order.

All the returns for the last five years, I trust?

Returns? Your cheque, Mr. Lillywhite?

How are our mutual friends in the Orient?

The Orient?

You have the cart before the camel Mr. Casimir

According to my figures you owe the sum of

7,322 pounds, 8 shillings and toppins.

Look, you are the representative of the People's Republic, aren't you?

Certainly not!

I'm the representative of the British government.

- The Department of Inland Revenue.

Taxation, Mr. Casimir.

- Jonquil.

How are our mutual friends in the Orient?

A Swiss bank, I trust.

I think we just have time to dispose of our inquisitive friends.

He's trying to swindle you. The papers aren't all there.

What have you have in mind for the troublesome Mademoiselle Stanovy?

Tie them up. Get some weights for their feet.

Wait, guys.

- Drop your guns, I said drop 'em! - Don't drop them!

Why Mr. Jessel, all alone.

Rather a futile effort, Jessel.

20 to 1 will get you and the girl.

And I get you, Casimir.

Stalemate then.

- Not quite. The police are on their way.

Jonquil.

If they come any closer, I'll shoot.

Andrew!

Put it down, Jessel, or I'll kill her.

- Ok? - I just came here to build a hotel!

- You are ok? - I think so, yes.

- Find some place to hide! - Where's the briefcase?

Fairbrother's got it!

Be careful, honey! I'm sorry.

That's as far as you go, Casimir.

You too, Comrade Fairbrother.

- Allow me. - And allow me.

I'll look after these two scoundrels until the police arrive.

Achmed!

- Half a million if you let us go. - Sit down.

A million.

Alright, two million dollars.

I claim diplomatic immunity.

I want the Swiss ambassador.

That may be expensive, and quite impossible.

Well played man.

- Nice. - Andrew! Andrew!

- Are the police really coming? - Yeah, any minute now.

- Then there's no reason for us to stay. - I gotta go help Achmed.

Those documents are safe and you are safe.

That's all that matters.

- You really mean that? - Yes I do.

You liar.

I know it's an aweful habit.