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(gentle music)

(dramatic music)

(gentle foreboding music)

- Good morning, Bridgia.

The end of a wonderful holiday.

How sad.

- You are wise, you and your father

to come here when most of our visitors have gone.

- Hurry up, father.

We shall miss the cable car.

- Shan't be a minute, Susy.

We'll settle the hotel bill.

Morning, Ritia.

- Good morning, Professor Quin.

- (mumbles)

- Thank you.

- Ah Bruney, might give me a hand with the bags will you?

- Si Senor.

- Well, goodbye Lucia.

- Goodbye, professor.

- Goodbye, Lucia.

- Goodbye, Susy.

- You're not going anyplace.

- What are you doing?

Leave me alone.

- Lucia, phone the police.

- Police is a dirty word.

Now better take it easy.

You're here on your own, ah,

and you're gonna stay that way for a long time.

(foreboding music)

- What?

Owens refuses to come back from Italy?

I can't believe it.

And what about this project, all this work?

What happens to this?

I need Owens.

He's one of the few men

who understands these methods of calculation.

- We've already sent a man out from the consulate

to see him in Milan.

He refuses to budge.

- But only a few weeks ago

we had to force him to go on a holiday.

He was on the verge of a nervous breakdown through overwork.

- As a matter of fact he's overworking still.

On intricate mathematical calculations.

- Where?

- The casino in the village.

At the roulette table,

playing the vastly complicated system.

- Owens?

Gambling?

It doesn't make sense.

- Make news and brain like that wasting its energies.

- I'm not gonna stand for it.

He's part of a team.

He's got no right to back out now.

- Well, I don't know what you're gonna do about him

unless of course you go out yourself and bring him back.

- That's just what I'm going to do.

- I rather thought you would.

- I'll call my sister.

That man's been like a father to me.

I'm not going to let him make a fool of himself.

Hello, Dee?

I want you to fix something for me right away.

- Two tickets to Italy?

How wonderful, a holiday at last.

- Afraid it's not gonna be much of a holiday.

Couple of days at the most.

- Well you can do what you like,

but you know what I'm like when I'm on the continent.

I'll spend most of my time in the casinos.

(Italian music)

(speaking foreign language)

- Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen.

- Just a moment.

450-225.

(speaking foreign language)

That's it, 15.

(speaking foreign language)

- I've seen this gambling sickness

take many kinds of people.

Never anything like this before.

- 15.

(speaking foreign language)

- Excuse me ladies and gentlemen.

We are closing this wheel.

- But you can't do that, I protest.

The casino's supposed to stay open.

- But Senor there is another wheel in play.

- That's no use to me.

I must have this wheel.

All my calculations.

- I'm sorry, Senor.

This wheel is closed until this evening.

(dramatic music)

- Won again, sir?

- Yes, but not enough.

Not enough.

(gong)

- Surely not phoning, professor.

Remember your daughter's alone in the hotel

and the cable car leaves in three minutes.

(soft foreboding music)

You must do better than this, Professor.

That is if you ever wanna get away.

- I'm doing all I can.

This is a very intricate system.

It depends on certain sequence of numbers turning up.

If they don't occur I can't bet.

- A brilliant man like you.

- In the past month I won you 17 billion lira.

- And what's that, $10,000?

You're not halfway there.

- Mr. Colletta, I know you're a ruthless gangster.

I know your appalling record.

You were deported from the states,

but that doesn't alter the incidence

of my winning runs of the table.

There's always the element of luck.

- Then you must calculate for good luck.

If only for your daughter's sake.

- For heavens' sake, leave my daughter out of this.

- That'd be foolish.

She's what you might call the cornerstone of the whole plan.

You win, she stays alive.

(foreboding music)

- You're a little fool.

What are you doing, you can't escape.

- Leave me alone.

You've got no right to keep me here.

- The sooner you realize we are not playing games

the easier it will be for you.

- But my father, you're making him ill.

Please let him go.

I'll stay, I promise.

- You're even more of a child than I thought you were.

It's not you we're interested in.

Now come on, take off those boots.

Do you want me to get Mr. Colletta to take them off for you?

(instrumental music)

- Hotel?

Lucia?

Don't worry, everything's under control.

- But there's a strange man here asking for Professor Owens.

His head is covered in bandages.

- Keep him and Professor Owens apart.

If they do get together,

don't leave them for alone for a moment.

And see that the Professor doesn't talk.

- Very well.

- Susy?

- Hello, Professor Owens.

- Brady.

What are you doing here?

- I've been waiting for you since the last cable car.

- I know what you're going to see Brady,

but you're wasting your time.

Have you seen my daughter?

- No.

- Brady, there's something I must tell you.

It concerns Susy.

- Professor?

You were speaking of your daughter?

I'm a little worried about her.

She went out on her own.

I hope that nothing happens to her.

(foreboding music)

- Go on, Professor?

- I have nothing to say.

Listen, Brady, they've already had a man here

from the consulate.

I told him I didn't want anybody interfering in my business.

And that should be enough for you.

- You're forgetting one thing, Owens.

This is my business.

You're working for me.

Without you my entire project is at an end.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm taking you back with me, Owens.

- It's impossible.

- You aren't going to waste the experience of a lifetime,

this unique talent for mathematics

on this cheap thrill of the tables and a few easy profits.

- That's enough, Brady.

Will you please go?

- Not without you.

- I stay here.

- You can't.

Your place is at the Castle Hill Research Labs now.

- Then I resign.

- You can't mean it.

A life's work.

- Now you have no more authority over me

so will you please leave me to my own affairs?

- Good afternoon, Professor.

If your visitor wishes to catch the cable car

it's leaving in a few minutes.

- Thanks.

(soft instrumental music)

(knock on door)

- It's me, Dee.

- Hello, Peter.

Did you see the Professor?

- I saw him alright.

He's a sick man, Dee.

Mentally at least.

He resigned.

- Oh, maybe he's got a better offer.

- This is serious, Dee.

He's fallen for this gambling system.

It must appeal to the mathematician in him.

He keeps on winning.

- Well he can't go on, Peter.

All systems fail in the end, even mine.

Don't worry.

When he's lost all his money

he'll soon get over this gambling madness.

- You've got it, Dee.

- I've what?

- You wanna play roulette don't you?

- You know me.

- Well, you're gonna get your chance.

You're gonna play as no one's played before.

You're gonna win and win and win

and I'll be beside you, invisible.

- Number six.

- They're leaving.

Those two seats at the end of the table.

- Oh, please no.

I'm keeping this chair for a friend.

- Oh, excuse me.

- This is fine, Dee.

I can reach the wheel from here.

- Well, hello there.

It is Professor Owens, isn't it?

Are you still on your holiday?

- What, yes yes.

- Oh I see you favor number 29.

I think number seven is much luckier myself.

(speaking foreign language)

- No more bets, ladies and gentlemen.

(roulette wheel spinning)

- You know, I think one of the most fascinating things

watching all the different faces.

You think.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's the seven.

- Number seven.

- I always play by intuition.

- Well, I'll just have to be certain that time.

- You can't always be lucky.

- Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen.

- Let mine lie.

- No more bets ladies and gentlemen.

(roulette wheel spinning)

- Number seven, red.

- It's the seven.

It's the seven, again.

You must try my system, Professor.

Think of a number, double it and then add five.

- That's no system.

- Well it works.

- Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen.

- Eleven.

- I'll stay on seven.

- No more bets, ladies and gentlemen.

(mystical sounds)

- Oh.

- Again, number seven red.

- This is madness.

One can do nothing in the face of such luck.

Very well, I too will play on seven.

- I think I'll try three.

- No more bets, ladies and gentlemen.

(Roulette wheel spinning)

(mystical music)

- Oo.

- Three red.

- You see, professor.

No system is foolproof.

Not even one as scientific as mine.

(dramatic music)

- You should have done that a long time ago.

- Who's that?

- It's me, Brady.

Looks like you've learned your lesson.

- A lesson?

- I guess the gambling fever is out of you now.

- Gambling fever?

If it was only that.

- Bruno here, it's urgent.

Put me through to Colletta.

Curly, is that you?

The professor is playing a double game with us.

- That gangster Colletta and his thugs

are holding Susy as a hostage

while I try to win them a fortune at the tables.

- Why don't you go to the police?

- I can't.

I'm watched all the time, followed everywhere.

They'd kill Susy without a scruple.

See that man in the telephone box?

He's reporting on me now.

- Deliberate?

It must have been deliberate?

It takes a mathematical genius to lose all that money

in such a short time.

- Give him more dough.

Send him back to the tables.

- Hey, you want him to ruin us?

- So, when you've won this $25,000 Colletta

will call it a day, huh?

- When I've won it.

- Don't worry.

I'll be with you and see you do.

- Quit talking to yourself, Professor,

we all know you're not off our head.

There's work to be done.

- Work?

- Yes, professor?

Mathematical work.

You didn't fool no one.

Here is your stake and now go in and start winning.

(foreboding music)

(mystical music)

- Number 31 black.

- Nice work, Professor.

- Place your bets.

- Leave it on zero.

- No more bets.

(mystical sounds)

- Oo.

- Seven.

- Amazing.

- What is that system of yours?

Think of a number, double it and add five?

Let's try 13, that's unlucky.

- Place your bets.

No more bets.

(mystical sounds)

- Number 13 black.

- Two, three, four, five hundred thousand.

Thank you, you can keep the rest for bringing me luck.

(speaking foreign language)

- Let me save you the trouble, Senor.

One, two, three, four, five.

Perhaps Senor you will do me the great favor

of never playing in our casino again.

- I can promise you that.

(foreboding music)

- Quick, let's go after them.

- But why are we going to the cable car?

- I'm going after that fellow, Colletta,

to square up for all he's done to the Professor.

What's happened now?

(thud)

(soft instrumental music)

(hood of car is opened)

- What's the matter?

- Nothing, it's often like this.

Like a woman, she's temperamental.

- It's no good, Dee.

We've missed the cable car by now.

- What do we do, go up the mountain in this?

- There's no room.

There's only one way.

The airport helicopter.

(car being started)

(man yelling)

(ding)

- There it is, all of it.

Count it.

There's no need.

I trust you, Professor.

Hurry up, Susy, pack your things.

- We're going?

- At once.

- Just a minute, Professor.

This is only the beginning.

We were only trying out your system in a small way.

Now that you've proved you so we move on, the big places,

Monte Carlo, Las Vegas, South America.

- I won't do it.

- All my life I've tried to beat the bank.

I've tried every scheme but I failed.

Now I can beat them all and do it legal.

Bill, pack your things.

(foreboding music)

Don't worry.

You'll get your percentage.

- Let's go, and hurry.

(helicopter sounds)

- Hurry.

- But it won't close.

- Here.

(dramatic music)

- Father, quick.

(moaning)

Help me tie her up.

It's our one chance.

- Here, get her in this chair.

(helicopter sounds)

(woman screaming)

- Help, quick.

Quick.

- What happened?

- They got away, through the window, quick.

- Bruno.

(helicopter sounds)

- Quick, we've gotta go at once.

- You'll wait till I've loaded up.

- We can't wait.

- Come on.

- Hey, hey.

(instrumental music)

(foreboding music)

Hey, what do you think you're up to, you mad?

- They'll go to the police.

We gotta stop them.

(bell rings)

Put these on.

Cut that cable, quick.

(foreboding music)

(helicopter sounds)

- Okay.

(burning sound)

(foreboding music)

- Bruno, hurry.

They're nearly there.

(helicopter sounds)

- Okay, on down.

(dramatic music)

- Where've they gone?

- What is it?

What is it?

- The Professor and Susy, where are they?

- They went to the cable car.

- Thanks, I'll be back for you later.

(footsteps)

You asked for it, Colletta.

(grunt)

(thud)

(sizzling sound)

(dramatic music)

(whistling music)

- Drop it, you maniac.

Give it to me, here, give me that burner.

Alright.

(moan)

So they want it the hard way, eh?

Go on, jump you rat.

(scream)

Let go.

(foreboding music)

(gun shots)

- Your luck's run out.

The odds are against you.

You spun the wheel just once too often.

- Has it been tested?

- Si, Senor.

The wheel, she's a perfect.

- Strong man.

- Oh, no.

Have your promise never to play here again, Senor.

- A promise I shall always keep.

I have come to return my winnings.

- But this is unheard of.

- I won them too easily.

Choose a number.

- Seven.

(mystical sounds)

- Well, Misseur, Dee.

- Okay, Professor, let's get back to work.

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