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(cymbals crashing)

(triumphant music)

(engines humming)

- Malov.

It would help if we knew what he looks like?

- At least we know he exists, Sir.

Ivan Malov, Clerk, 2nd Class in their embassy.

- A clerk, 2nd Class?

- Attached to their Special Services.

You would have access to their coding system?

Distribution?

And he says he's in possession

of at least two top secret files.

- He says, you didn't try to check him out?

To, um, verify anything he said?

- Malov spoke to me for no more than a minute,

he was on the run then and frightened.

He told me he wanted to defect,

that he had important papers.

- But, of course you checked on him, Parker,

the general knows that you did.

Would you have passed up the chance

of getting your hands on something

that might have proved very special?

You all know what these defections are,

the sudden holding-corner things.

We don't get the chance of getting

everything in triplicate.

He's frightened, eh?

- Scared silly, he's wants our protection.

- And he shall have it.

But it would help to know what he looks like?

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(drums pounding)

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing) (dramatic music)

(engine gunning) (gun firing)

(dramatic music) (gun firing)

(ominous orchestral music)

He's late.

Very late.

He isn't coming. - Or he's been intercepted.

(phone ringing) (suspenseful music)

Hello?

- Parker?

Malov here, listen carefully.

(drums pounding)

(suspenseful music)

That's it, Parker, tomorrow morning.

I'll make myself known to him and only to him.

Goodbye, Parker.

- Malov! (drums pounding)

- Well, what's he said?

- Instructions for another meeting.

It'll be. (suspenseful music)

- That's all?

- [Parker] He won't do it any other way, adamantly.

I told you, he's a very frightened man.

- Well, we shall just have to go along with him, shan't we?

(suspenseful music)

Unless you have a better suggestion, General?

(engines humming)

(train speaker instructing)

- They've made up both berths.

I distinctly told them you'd be traveling alone.

You need privacy, I told them that!

- Father, does it matter?

Does anything matter?

I'll have them fix it later.

- I reserved a table for the first sitting for dinner,

first sitting so you can get to bed early.

- Excuse me, please, that's my compartment. (laughing)

Here we are.

God, in his infinite wisdom made

us a certain, agreeable size

but the architect of this train was clearly an atheist.

- After dinner, take a sleeping pill,

then tomorrow morning when you wake up,

you'll be in the country.

The country air'll do you good.

(people cheering) Helen?

- [Friend] Have a nice time,

don't do anything we wouldn't do.

(people exclaiming)

- [Friend] Yes, I have it all in the car,

yes, I have it all in the car.

(people cheering)

- Come here.

Hey, hey. (woman laughing)

Breathe in! - Oh!

- Helen, there'll be somebody else for you, other chances.

- [Attendant] Excuse me, Miss, off any minute, sir.

- Oh, thank you.

Look, I'll be down at the weekend,

perhaps we could go riding, you used to like to ride?

The most important thing is that you should relax.

Now don't think about, don't think about anything.

Bye, bye.

My daughter's in B6, Helen Marlow,

I'd like you to look after her for me.

- We look after all the passengers, Sir.

- No, no, no, special service.

My daughter's just out of hospital,

had a nervous breakdown, so if she needs anything.

- Don't you worry, Sir. - Thanks.

- I'll look after her, Sir!

- [Peter] Hold it!

- Just made it, Sir. - Yes.

D13. - This way, Sir.

(tracks rattling)

First or second sitting for dinner, Sir?

- Oh, uh, neither, I'm slimming.

Don't want to be disturbed.

- Right.

(door knocking)

Oh,

excuse me.

Dinner will be ready in about half-an-hour, Sir.

First or second sitting?

- We'll think about it. - Right.

Won't see them again!

(door knocking)

- I, uh, I guess the bar is open?

- Yes, Sir, but it's that way, Sir,

you're going away from it.

- The old hunting instincts must be slipping.

Thanks!

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(door knocking)

- First or second sitting for dinner?

- [Passenger] Second, please!

(door knocking)

(door knocking) - Miss Marlow?

(door knocking)

(door knocking)

- Yes?

- First or second sitting, Sir?

- Sitting?

Sitting sounds like some ghastly student demonstration.

- No, Sir, dinner, Sir.

- No doubt that'll be a ghastly event, too?

The potatoes pulverized by the perambulations of the train.

The melon mangled and the wine shaken to its very sediment.

(smirking) Second sitting.

- Hillary!

Hillary Vance!

- Madam?

- Oh, you've forgotten.

Well, I know it must be near 20 years,

but I think it was most ungallant of you to forget!

Paris, your saved, my Pomeranian, Edith!

- Of course, my dear, Edith, how are you?

- Edith was the Pomeranian.

You have forgotten.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

I've been accused of many things in my time

but never of ungallantry!

- Penelope-- - Chemston-Smythe.

There, you see! (laughing)

Well, well, well, well, well,

how extraordinary to find you here!

And how pleasant, too!

No need to ask you how you are,

you're looking tres-elegante!

And how is poor little Maude? - Edith.

- Edith. - A little stuffed.

And now she's sitting on the mantel shelf,

it was a very long time ago.

- Oh, longer than I care to remember!

- You haven't changed at all!

- Well. (laughing)

A little older?

- Considerably older.

And manner and voice, impervious to time!

- I would invite you in, but two in this place would render

it more horrendous that the Black Hole of Calcutta!

Perhaps later at dinner? - Perhaps.

I still think you've forgotten.

- No, no, no, no, no, I remembered your name!

- My name, perhaps, but do you remember our actual meeting?

- Vividly!

- And what you said to me on (speaking foreign language)?

- I shall never forget it.

- Then, tell me.

Yes, you have forgotten.

I shall give you time to think about it

and ask you again

later.

- It really is the most ghastly way to travel from A to B.

I should probably write some very rude letters around.

(door clicking)

(tracks rattling)

(door knocking)

What is it now?

- Barkly, D13.

- D13?

Across or down?

It sounds like the crossword puzzle.

- Oh, no, Sir, D13,

compartment D13, that's where I am if I'm needed.

- That, I suppose, is for starting sprint events?

- Oh, no, Sir, it's just in case.

- In case of what?

- Trouble, Sir. - Trouble?

You may not have noticed, D13, or whatever your name is,

but you already have very big trouble.

- In what way, Sir?

- In my way and that can be trouble

on a grand and ghastly scale.

You may have gathered I am unhappy,

I am uncomfortable and I am acutely aware

of feeling more than slightly ridiculous!

This whole affair is tinged with ridicule

that has an air of imminent disaster!

- Oh, I just popped in to see

if everything was all right, Sir.

- You clearly only understand

the lesser Cantonese dialects of China.

- Sir?

- Well, clearly manifest you do not

understand the English language.

You pop in to see if everything was all right

and I've told you no, it is not all right,

it is far from right, it is very wrong,

not slightly or in several ways but totally wrong!

This place is cramped to the point of claustrophobia

and I'm not used to being cramped!

I am a man with a love of open space!

Inordinately fond of it, to the point of fetishism.

Open space and deep luxury and warmth from

haute cuisine and scintillating company!

Are you with me?

- Well, I, uh--

- Certainly, if you are scintillating

then your scintilater is badly in need of repair.

You popped in to see if everything were all right,

I've told you no, it is not all right,

so you can pop out again!

Go on, and off you go!

- Won't be for long, Sir.

- Time is relative and I've already spent

several decades in this alien environment.

- Just a few hours?

You won't have to write any more rude letters, D13.

- Rude letters?

Wouldn't even know how to be rude?

- [Wife] Darling?

(ominous music)

(tracks rattling)

(door knocking)

(door knocking)

- Miss Marlow, dinner's now being served.

(door knocking)

Miss Marlow!

(door knocking)

Dinner's being served, Miss, the dining car's that way.

Can I help you, Miss?

- No, I'll be along directly.

- [Attendant] Yes, Miss.

(door clicking)

(tracks rattling)

(cars roaring)

- Oh, good evening, Miss?

- Marlow, Helen Marlow.

- Number four, Miss.

- Number four?

- Looks as though I'm the lucky one.

Name's Mallory, Bob Mallory.

(tracks rattling)

I can usually judge when a person needs to be left alone,

but you think a drink might help?

(laughs) Not a drown your sorrow

and wake up tomorrow feeling like hell sort of drink,

just a socially warming glass of wine.

- (crying) I'm sorry,

I'm sorry.

- There's no need to be, here.

- Thank you.

- They say that tears are supposed

to be good for the eyes.

It cleans and refreshes them, makes them more sparkling

and beautiful than before.

You must cry a lot.

- You're sweet.

- I know I shouldn't have packed that kangaroo.

What about some wine? - Thanks.

- I think you'll find that this is a patient little wine.

It's been sittin 'round quietly here in its bottle

since 1968, just waiting for the right girl to come along.

Speaking only for the wine, you'll understand,

I'd say that patience was a virtue.

(tracks rattling)

- [Hillary] And further more I think

I can say without contradiction,

or even a ribald of a mule. (door knocking)

- Oh. - Yes?

- [Peter] Sorry, I thought I heard?

Sorry, wrong compartment.

(door knocking)

- Who is it? - It's me, Barkly, Mr. Vance.

- What do you want?

- I'm just checking you're all right?

- I've told you before, I am not all right!

I have very, very jungle fever and the creeping Black Death.

- What was that?

- [Hillary] I am very contagious

and I wish to be left alone!

- I see, right! (suspenseful music)

- We were going to be married that week, he died instantly.

- How long ago was that?

- A year ago.

Since then I've been in and out of hospital.

A breakdown.

I keep seeing his face,

dead.

I'll always see it.

- Well, I'm no psychiatrist,

but I would have thought a year,

no matter how much you loved him,

it should be healing by now?

- You, you don't understand.

I was driving the car,

I killed him.

I, I don't know why I told you all of this, Mr. Mallory.

- Bob.

You needed to talk.

Yes and they'll be needing this table,

other people have to eat.

It was very nice meeting you, goodnight.

- Well, I'll see you tomorrow, perhaps?

- I wasn't making polite noises,

it was really nice talking to you.

Goodnight. - Goodnight.

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

- Right.

(can popping) (ominous music)

(ominous piano music)

(door knocking)

- Yes? - Second sitting for dinner.

- All right, thank you.

(suspenseful music)

I don't know why I should thank anyone

for what promises to be an indigestible event,

I really don't know?

What could one say in (speaking foreign language)?

The sun shining through the trees, or was it the moon?

Was it day or night? (suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(tracks rattling)

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

(Helen screaming)

(tracks rattling)

(feet pounding) (Helen gasping)

- Miss Marlow, Miss Marlow!

What is it, Miss, what's happened?

(Helen gasping)

Miss Marlow!

- [Passenger] What's going on?

- [Attendant] It's all right!

- I heard a woman screaming? - Me, too!

- Miss Marlow!

- What's wrong? (Helen gasping)

Helen!

Helen?

- He, he's dead!

He's just lying there!

I think someone's killed him!

He's in the compartment next to mine!

There's blood, Bob!

- All right, take it easy.

- I saw him! - All right, all right!

Now just calm down!

Calm down, calm down, all right?

Let's take a look, shall we?

Come on.

('60s radio music)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music) (door knocking)

(keys jingling) (suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

- Oh, what on Earth is this a deportation?

- Mr. Vance?

- Yes, I know who I am and you, too,

but who are these other people?

- I'm sorry, Sir, but we knocked, Sir.

- Well, I was dozing.

I mean, I'm entitled to doze, I would think?

- I'm terribly sorry, Sir, but I had to make sure.

- Make sure of what?

- That you were alive!

This lady,

she said that you were dead.

- Indeed?

Well, Madam, some of my jealous

and inferior colleagues may well wish it,

but I can assure you I am very far from moribund.

- But?

He was dead.

There was blood!

I didn't imagine it,

he was dead!

I saw him! (crying)

('60s radio music)

I saw him!

He was lying there, he was dead!

- I think it's best that you just lie down,

try and get some sleep.

- Really, I saw him!

I saw him!

- Come on.

- Sorry to disturb you, Sir.

So sorry.

- [Hillary] Nothing surprises me, nothing.

- And what's going on?

- Nothing to concern yourself about, Barkly,

just some nonsense.

I'm going in to dinner.

- Get some sleep, hmm?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Now, if you need me, I'm in the next carriage, E11.

Goodnight.

- [Peter] What's been happening?

- She reported him dead!

- Who? - Her!

Said she saw Mr. Vance dead!

- What? - Murdered!

- We shouldn't be getting into a sweat about it, though.

Her father told me she hasn't been quite herself,

you know what I mean?

- [Peter] Was that right?

- Yeah, I'm afraid so.

- I could follow the potage du jour

with the most digestible filet of meat

you can find in your kitchen.

I shall require it be lightly dusted

with black pepper and a soup sot of salt.

And then grilled, grilled not fried, mind you,

for 45 seconds on each of it's flatter surfaces.

Not 44,

not 46

but 45 precisely,

hmm?

You may bring with it such vegetables you may have stewing.

I doubt if I shall eat them,

but the mere sight of them, sad and soggy

in their respective dishes

may make the meat taste, by comparison,

not better because the word better implies

an optimism I do not truly feel,

but it make it taste edible.

- Yes, Sir.

- And a bottle of the Macaw. - Yes, Sir.

- Try not to handle it excessively

before you bring it to the table,

I like my wine at room temperature, not body heat.

- Yes, Sir.

Oh, can I help you, are you dining, Sir?

- No, I've eaten, thank you.

- Ah, my bloodhound, Barkly.

(laughing) Or may I call you D13?

You may join me for a glass of sherry if you wish,

but not for dinner, I prefer to dine alone.

Particularly, as you have the expression on your face

of a man who has just had a wall fallen on him.

- I was wondering, Sir? - Encouraging.

To wonder is to question and to question is

the first sign of a developing intellect.

- That kerfuffle with the American girl?

- Kerfuffle?

Kerfuffle is a word I do not recognize,

it sounds like a dance for two persons,

probably at its most popular at the end of the late '20s.

But if you were to substitute melee,

(speaking foreign language), or even misunderstanding?

- Misunderstanding, Sir?

- But, of course that's what it was!

That poor deluded girl imagined me dead

and even you can see, Barkly, that I am not dead! (laughs)

Mind you, I have not yet eaten the dinner.

- It's funny though.

- If you find it funny, Barkly,

then your particular sense of humor eludes me completely.

- Yes, Sir.

- Hillary!

Have you remembered it yet?

- Uh,

remembered?

I'm terribly sorry, Madam, but I do have a--

- Oh, this Madam again, is it?

Oh, you have changed, you're not the same man at all!

Not anymore!

I should like to carry you off

the (speaking foreign language),

that's what you said to in the (speaking foreign language).

- (laughing) Well, (speaking foreign language)

used to be the place.

(door knocking) - Miss?

Miss?

Could I talk to you a moment, Miss?

My name is Barkly, Peter Barkly.

It's about what you saw or thought you saw.

Perhaps you are right, Miss, about Vance,

perhaps you did see him dead,

I'd like to talk to you about it.

I know you're upset, it's understandable,

but I would like to talk it over.

Look, if you change your mind I'm in D13.

Barkly,

D13.

(suspenseful music)

Oh, beg your pardon, I thought this was D13.

(suspenseful music)

- Please come in, Mr. Barkly, and close the door behind you.

(dramatic music)

(tracks rattling)

- [Peter] Perhaps you did see him dead?

Like to talk it over.

Barkly,

D13.

(tracks rattling)

(door knocking)

- [Helen] Mr. Barkly?

(door knocking)

Mr. Barkly?

(door knocking)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- Everything to your liking, Mr. Vance?

- I should prefer to be on the Ile-de-France,

toying with some (speaking foreign language) Provencal,

washed down with a premier cru Pouilly-Fume 1965,

but the soup was just this side of

mediocre.

You may quote that.

- Yes, Sir.

(suspenseful music)

(tracks rattling)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(Helen screaming)

(tracks rattling) (ominous music)

(door knocking)

- Bob!

- Helen? - Oh, Bob!

Bob!

You'll think I'm mad!

You don't think I'm mad, do you?

- No, no, no, no, of course not.

- Bob, that man, Vance, his body's in my compartment!

- Huh? - He's dead, Bob!

I told them, I told you!

- Shh, hey! - Bob, he's dead!

- Take it easy, take it easy!

Take it easy.

Your compartment? - Yes!

- Is it customary in this establishment

to offer compliments to the chef?

- Well, Sir, it doesn't happen often.

- You surprise me. - Sir?

- That it happens at all.

- Something wrong with the meal, Sir?

- If you asked me if there was something right

with the meal then my reply would be shorter,

that I could summarize.

The plates upon which it were served were,

to the casual scrutiny, clean

and of reasonably robust porcelain

and the knife was sharp,

but quite unfairly matched against the steak.

You may unwittingly have stumbled upon

the greatest discovery since penicillin,

the substitute for plastic.

I don't suppose you have a cigar

that couldn't be classified as disgusting and nasty?

(dramatic music)

- Helen!

Helen, it's all part of your delusion, your breakdown.

- No!

No!

- You told me yourself, you keep seeing his face.

Now your mind can't bear the guilt anymore

so you've substituted another face.

- No!

No, his,

his body was there!

(crying) No, he was there!

- The man who's sitting, eating dinner right now?

(Helen crying)

Come on.

Come on, I'll show you, then maybe you'll realize I'm right.

Come on, see for yourself.

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

There,

see!

- That's better!

The poets may wax idyllic about the balmy night air,

but as far as I'm concerned,

it's good for one thing only, pneumonia.

Ah, my morbid friend!

You are not, I trust, representing

a company of undertakers?

You will drum up no business here, longevity is on my side.

My father lived until he was 110,

and even then we had to finally shoot him! (laughing)

A joke, note that I seldom make jokes.

(tracks rattling)

- Wait here a second.

You've got some sleeping pills?

Take one and forget all about it.

Helen, I'm an engineer and I build bridges

so I understand stresses and strains.

Too many,

and it just falls down.

Get some sleep, eh?

(dramatic music)

- Confetti.

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(door knocking)

(ominous music)

- Oh, Miss Marlow!

You all right, Miss?

- Yes, I'm, I'm fine, thank you.

I just wondered if I could borrow a paper or a magazine?

- Yes, (laughs) of course, you can have this one.

- Oh, I'd rather have a magazine if you don't mind?

- I've got a few over here.

This one do, Miss?

- Oh, yes, that's fine, thank you.

- You should have rung, Miss, that's what I'm here for.

You're okay now, are you?

- Yes, I'm fine, thank you.

G'night. - Night.

(drums pounding)

(door knocking)

(suspenseful music)

(lock clicking)

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

- [Waiter] Best the chef could do.

- Oh, thank you, that'll be fine.

We just didn't feel like a proper dinner.

- [Waiter] I understand, Miss.

- I shouldn't have left her alone.

- Oh! - Oh!

So, sorry!

Here. - Thank you.

- Let me pick that up for you.

- It's nice to know some courtesies still exist.

- [Hillary] My brief and incredibly unhappy years

as cultural attache were full of non-incidents,

of anticlimaxes and ennui.

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

- Helen!

- [Hillary] We found her lying here?

- She must have collapsed, fainted!

(ominous music)

- Back to her compartment? - Yeah, she's passed out.

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

Helen, what happened?

- I don't remember?

- What were you doing down at that end of the car, though?

- I went to borrow a magazine.

- That's right, Sir, she did.

- And then?

- I don't remember?

I keep having these, these terrible dreams!

(crying)

- There, there! - Blood on my hand now!

(crying) - Come on.

I'll take care of her.

That is what you want, isn't it,

for me to stay with you for a while?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Women!

- Particularly disturbed and deluded women

who imagine things.

- 'Fraid you're right, Sir.

Her father did warn me.

Pretty sad, good night, Sir.

- Good night.

- Vance is dead.

I'm not mad, Bob.

(tracks rattling)

- Helen, you can't do this, they're on honeymoon!

How would you like it?

Men have been killed for less.

A body?

Say, girl, Helen you can't do this

this is like heisting on the railroad or something?

- Listen.

- [Hillary] Caviar and vodka may all be very well,

but after a little while one pines

for the simple things in life.

The (speaking foreign language), the pate a choux orange,

the occasional Chateau Rothschild 1926, of course.

- All right, that is Vance. - I told you.

- Why, it doesn't mean anything,

maybe they know him or something?

- Hardly behaved as though they know him!

- Oh, Helen!

- Bob, someone hit me!

- You say?

- Yes!

And everything I say is suspect, isn't it?

- So, even if they do know him, why keep a tape like that?

- There I am ahead of you.

Now look,

if Vance is dead

and if Vance is alive,

then there has to be two of them.

The real one, I think, is dead

and the other one is an imposter.

Now, if you were gonna impersonate someone

as acid and erudite as Vance, where would you begin?

With that voice.

And to do that, you'd need

to study recordings, wouldn't you?

- If there is a body,

they must have tossed it from the train.

- No, I've thought of that.

No, there is a body and it's still on this train.

Look, throw a body from the train and what happens?

Somebody finds the body, the train stops

and there is an investigation.

Now that's something they can't afford!

- Always presuming, Helen, there is a they?

- Bob,

someone hit me.

- Where would you hide a body on this train?

- In one of the other compartments.

- No, it would have to be somewhere,

somewhere

quiet

and empty.

Somewhere nobody goes.

- The luggage van.

(door sliding)

(Bob sighing)

Bob?

What's this one?

- Watch the door.

(locks clicking)

(bags crinkling)

(locks clicking)

(sighing) For a while there you almost had me believing

we would find something.

That's crazy, Helen.

- Yes,

or I am.

- Come on.

(doors sliding)

(ominous music)

(tracks rattling)

(Attendant yawning)

(ominous music)

(water splashing)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(door knocking)

- [Attendant] Arriving in 20 minutes.

(door knocking) Arriving in 20 minutes.

Arriving in 20 minutes, Miss.

- Oh, thank you.

(door knocking) - Mr. Barkly?

Heavy sleeper.

- Oh, no, he was up and about earlier, I heard him.

He probably went to ply some coffee out of the chef.

- [Attendant] Oh, thanks, Miss.

(door knocking) Arriving in 20 minutes.

(door knocking)

Miss Marlow, we'll be pulling in soon.

- Thank you.

(door knocking)

- Mr. Vance, pulling in soon.

- [Hillary] Right!

(gun clicking) Right.

(tracks rattling)

(door knocking)

- [Attendant] Pulling in soon, 20 minutes.

- Okay.

(tracks rattling) (horn blaring)

- Well, which one of them is Malov?

- Your guess is as good as mine, General.

(General smirking)

I gave him my word, General.

My word.

Train should be coming in at any minute now.

- [Attendant] Trust you had an enjoyable trip, Sir?

- If you trust that then

you must have implicit faith in miracles.

(brakes squealing)

(gate rattling)

(suspenseful music)

- He's here, why can't we--

- Because I gave him my word!

And because one false move and you'll scare him off,

Malov will run!

He made it perfectly clear, General.

He saw Hillary Vance lecture in his own country.

Vance is unmistakable, but he is the only man

Malov will hand himself over to.

Anyway, Barkly will be tailing him.

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(locks clicking)

(ominous music)

(feet pounding)

- Helen!

- Bob, whoever heard of a bride without a husband?

- Oh, nevermind about that, the trunk!

- What?

- Vance's trunk, it's in the guard's van, right?

- Yeah?

- Well, it's been nagging away at me all night,

because I came aboard this train right behind Vance

and I'll swear he didn't have any runk then!

- Then someone else must have brought it on!

- Exactly, because they knew they had a purpose for it!

Come on!

(suspenseful music)

Hold it!

(locks clicking)

(ominous music)

- He's on his way out.

(suspenseful music)

(feet pounding)

- Mr. Vance? (ominous music)

(feet pounding)

- Excuse me!

Excuse me!

- Hey, no ticket, Sir?

- There's no time to talk!

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(door clicking)

- Mr. Vance, I'm sorry to put you

through this inconvenience.

But, I attended one of your lectures once

and you are a very unusual man.

- I stand out like a sore thumb.

Or the last arbiter of good taste in an age of mediocrity.

You have the papers with you?

- They promised me asylum, protection.

- Yes, yes and you shall have it,

but first, I must know if you have the papers?

- They are here.

You will understand my anxiety, I am sure.

You understand I'm a target for them,

it was necessary that I...

No,

please!

(door slamming)

(Bob grunting) (fist punching)

(Hillary grunting)

(Bob grunting)

(Bob grunting) (metal slamming)

(dramatic music)

(boxes crunching)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(women gasping)

- I'd let her go if I were you.

You know what they'll say if you strangle her?

(dramatic music)

- Yes. (gasping)

That I'm mad. (laughing)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)