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Only Allah is perfect.

Can you believe it?

I threw a single everything, a double everything,

a treble everything.

I get two bulls and then my very

last dart misses.

Oh well darling, only Allah is perfect.

That's what I said.

Did you hear me say that?

You?

I got water in my ears.

You lost a dart.

Oh well, how many lengths?

Twelve.

You're slacking.

What do you think, I want to slab

a mutton fat?

You get what you've got.

So just be satisfied.

I am.

Marrying you is the best thing I ever

did.

Well, there was room for improvement, wasn't there

darling?

We agreed, no raking up the past.

I'm a reformed character, okay?

Say it better now.

Shukran.

Only sometimes, somehow, something tells me it can't

last.

Not because of me, you understand.

Maybe it's just time to move on.

I don't know.

Call it a sense.

You know about these things.

You're the one with the intuitions.

With due respect, you're going to ruin the

sofa with that wet suit.

Well, you could take it off.

My tea would get cold.

Go on, be a sport for the sake

of the furniture.

Oh well.

Don't worry, it's a friend for Hussain.

Go on.

Maybe not.

You are spooked today.

Could be, could be.

Chief Inspector Aziz, sir.

Hi.

Mr. Stephen Baker, U.S. citizen.

Come on Aziz, we met the other day,

we played golf at the same club.

What's with this Mr. Baker?

Steve, okay?

You'll come with us at once, please Mr.

Baker.

Why?

For questioning.

On what charge?

You'll be informed in due course.

Don't go Steve.

You've got to say what charge.

We don't want any trouble Mr. Baker.

Now hold on.

Are you arresting me?

No.

They always say that.

Don't go Steve.

You're within your rights not to go.

My wife's right, I'd like some answers.

You'll get them at headquarters.

Now.

I want an explanation now.

Come on.

Best to cooperate with the police.

Be careful Steve.

I better go.

Don't worry, I've taught myself how worse things

than this.

Call the consulate, tell him, okay?

I'm going voluntarily, is that understood?

Very sensible Mr. Baker.

Hey, wait.

No.

Wait a minute.

You can't do this.

I'm a U.S. citizen.

Hello again for the third time.

Sayid, please call me.

Soraya.

It is so very urgent.

Please, I know you can help.

Bye.

Please call me.

Goodbye.

Oh hello, this is Mrs. Baker.

I called earlier this afternoon.

Yes, has the consul returned to his office

yet?

He hasn't.

But isn't there a duty officer or someone

surely that I could speak to?

Oh, I see.

Well, could I call later this evening?

No, tomorrow could be too late.

Goodbye.

Oh, Steve.

Now wait a minute.

What about me?

I've been here three hours already.

I demand you call the U.S. consulate.

You may come out, Mr. Baker.

Don't tell me.

You made a mistake, right?

You're looking for somebody else?

You're a bastard, Aziz.

We regret the accommodation.

Help me with your enquiries, huh?

Just a few questions.

You dumped me in here for over eight

hours.

It's after midnight.

The flight was delayed by an alert in

Athens, I'm told.

Flight?

Whose flight?

Why can't you tell me anything?

Did you call the consulate?

The consulate was not available.

Then I want a lawyer.

There's a guy you can call even at

this hour.

Not necessary, Mr. Baker.

To me it is.

You can't hold me here without a charge.

This isn't in my hands.

What do you mean?

Then whose?

I've had instructions.

The delay is outside of our control.

Now, come along.

Okay, tell me.

Allah shukran.

You can go to bed now, Hussain.

Hello.

Oh, thank heaven you've called, Zahid.

I have called you and called you.

I must have used up all the cassette

on your answer machine.

Yes, I'm sorry, but you're the only person

that I can turn to for help.

Please, Zahid, please, you must help us.

But that's all in the past, Zahid.

It's been six years since we broke up

and you have everything, even the custody of

Fayed.

How is he?

They've taken Steve, Zahid.

The police.

No, he's completely reformed now.

Oh, please, Zahid, please help.

I know I'm sorry it's late, but...

Yes, right, if you wish.

Right.

Hussain!

Don't go to bed, I'm expecting...

Here is Mr. Baker, gentlemen.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Detective Superintendent Burke and this is my

colleague, Detective Inspector Hook.

British.

New Scotland Yard, Criminal Investigation Department.

So?

You don't need me, gentlemen.

Thank you very much, sir.

Thank you.

Sorry about the Faye.

It broke last week.

It's warm, all right, isn't it?

I thought Arabian nights would be chilly.

Is that a joke?

We've cleared the formalities of both ends, here

in Al-Had and in London.

But you're British, I'm American.

Oh, that's all been taken care of.

So let's start talking about June the 4th,

four years ago.

London.

I want a lawyer.

If you tell that jackass as is, I

want a lawyer.

You'll get legal representation, Mr. Baker, when we

get back to London.

Oh, no.

You see, you don't have an extradition treaty

with Al-Had.

We have now.

It was signed last week during the Sultan's

visit to the UK.

Part of a deal for our sending military

advisors.

So, let's have some tea, Ted.

I'm sure Mr. Baker's bound to get thirsty

once he starts talking.

Can we have three cups of tea?

Three tea?

Yeah, yeah.

With milk.

I can't pretend I was overjoyed then, nor

am I now.

You seem to forget that you divorced me,

Zaid.

And for no reason at all, as far

as I could see.

But then for you to marry an American.

You'd left me.

I was alone, isolated, marooned in London.

I provided for you a luxurious apartment, a

generous allowance.

Not all ex-wives are so indulged, you

know.

So, your American is in trouble again, hmm?

I'm sure you could do something to help.

Oh, you have a very touching faith in

me.

Stop teasing me, Zaid.

I'm a realist.

Things have changed here, you know.

How?

For one thing, the Sultan and I have

had our differences.

What do you mean?

He no longer listens to my every word.

Just every other one.

All I'm asking you to do is to

find out why they have arrested Steve.

And get him out, on bail if necessary.

Surely you can manage that.

This is Al-Had.

A suspect has no right to bail.

But he hasn't done anything!

He's put his old life behind him.

Maybe so, but has his old life renounced

him?

Please, Zaid.

They could be ill-treating, Steve.

They could be...

You know what Aziz's reputation is?

Aziz isn't dealing with this.

Your husband is being extradited.

Extradited?

Where to?

The United States?

No, the UK.

Why?

To face trial.

You have only yourself to blame, Soraya.

What are you talking about?

You shouldn't have married a criminal.

I know he likes to give the impression

he is a gentleman of crime.

Who's that English character?

Raffles?

So debonair, with such clever fingers?

Your husband, my dear, is no Raffles.

He's a thief on the run.

When New York grew too hot for him,

he switched to London.

And when he cracked one safe too many

there, he was only too glad to come

and hide here, with you.

You can't be jealous.

Surely...

No.

I'm insulted.

Marrying a man like that reflects on me.

His presence here is intolerable.

So what you're saying is you've fixed this.

You've arranged for Steve's extradition.

That's right.

The Sultan did listen to my advice about

an extradition treaty.

Al-Had and Great Britain.

An old school friend of mine is in

the Home Office.

But I won't bore you with the details.

Let's just say I got the whole thing

expedited.

Days instead of weeks.

So you were the last person I should

have come to for help.

Yes.

I'm afraid so.

Your husband is flying back to London.

Oh, this morning.

Oh, in that case I must go with

him.

I will need an exit visa.

I shouldn't bother to apply, my dear.

Don't ask for an exit visa.

Did you never see those notices in certain

English shops?

Please do not ask for credit for a

refusal of an offence.

Oh, you fixed that too.

Yes.

Just to hurt me.

Is that why you've done it?

It was I who was hurt.

Oh, this is terrible.

No.

It is just.

And this man asked for certain other crimes

to be taken into account.

That's right.

That's when he gave us the full details

of the crime you were involved in.

You do remember him, of course.

Never heard of him.

All right, I'll remind you.

He was the guy who supplied the getaway

cars.

He runs a garage in the East End.

You must remember him.

He used to service your car.

If you say so.

And this is all you've got on me.

Oh, we do have another witness.

Oh.

A woman.

Her evidence backs up the man.

Typical of you to mix business with pleasure

there, Mr Baker.

That's what they told us in New York.

You can't leave the ladies alone, can you?

Maybe in my younger days.

My more vulnerable days.

And what's that supposed to mean?

A quote.

Scott Fitzgerald.

But who's counting?

A quote from the Madison Grant bank raid.

One will state you're the crapsman on the

job.

And the other, the woman.

She will testify that you boasted to her

that you'd suddenly got rich.

All this is circumstantial hearsay.

Under British law, you were quite...

Yes, yes, yes.

We do know about British law.

Then you need to have something else.

That's right.

And we have.

We've got something no one's been able to

get before.

Yeah, what's that?

A set of fingerprints.

You should have never come back.

Better to have stayed in the UK with

him.

Zane, please don't go.

You won't make me change my mind.

Couldn't I?

I doubt it.

But I could try.

I used to know how to please you.

That's all over.

Is it?

Really?

Is this what you would call caring for

your husband?

Steve would understand.

And after all, you were my husband too.

Do you still want me?

Not so much anymore.

I should never have suggested it.

We'd better go.

He's fired for me.

I was joking.

And if...

If we...

You will help Steve, won't you?

Shh!

Let's just find out if you can make

me see things differently.

Promise?

What are they?

Promises.

Please.

You've lost weight.

That's a pity.

Another concession to Western values?

Please say you'll help Steve.

Not if you mention his name again.

Mr. Rahman is on the phone.

Keep some quiet, please, chaps.

Sokran, stand up.

Thank you.

He's saying that a confession followed by a

guilty plea would reduce my sentence from seven

years to four.

Something along those lines.

A security guard gets shot, remember?

I've never had anything to do with gun

happy people.

Oh, you keep your hands clean, do you?

Violence isn't my style.

You should play that card when you come

into court.

It could do you some good.

You know, fine and crime is on the

up in Britain.

All the media are going to love you.

They think I'm like Craxman, see you as

the craftsman of crime.

But we don't.

I don't.

To me, Baker, you're a thieving villain, international

trash.

You guys got a funny way of making

a deal.

A deal?

It's just good sense.

Well, work it out for yourself.

Look, Baker, with remission, you could be out

in 32 months.

Dig out your million, wherever you stashed it.

Yeah, and by that time, the insurance company's

paid back the bank and everybody's happy.

Well, I'm not.

I want to see people like you pay

back the money they stole in full.

You know your problem, Superintendent?

You're a moralist.

I'd say you got yourself in the wrong

job.

Look, stop wasting time.

We've got your fingerprints, remember?

And what makes you so sure they're mine?

Oh, come on, Baker.

If, if I had done that job, I

probably would have worn gloves, surgical gloves or

silk gloves, but I imagine it's a matter

of touch to feel the slightest response, the

least vibration.

But that time you took your gloves off.

Ah, well, if I had, I probably would

have wiped them clean.

That's what you thought.

You can't be sure, can you?

You're very confident, aren't you?

Let's face it, Baker.

We've got you.

You bastard, you bastard!

I warned you.

You promised.

No, it was conditional.

Surely I thought, oh no.

Yes, I did please you.

You weren't faking it.

No, you were.

And that was your problem.

Admit it.

No, don't touch me!

I don't like it when people cheat me,

Soraya.

I tried.

Yes, another insult.

Oh, don't you understand?

It was for Steve.

I was desperate.

I did my best.

It wasn't enough.

I'm sorry.

You bastard!

I want a statement from you.

Four years ago, June the 4th, London.

I haven't said anything, have I?

I'm beginning to lose patience, Mr. Baker.

Now, if you want to serve seven years

or more, you can.

I want ten.

Last chance.

You're still married?

Yes.

To an Arab?

Yes.

It's true what I said, isn't it?

She's my wife, you bastard.

Oh, you love her, do you?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

Well, she's going to miss you, because ten

years is a long time.

She knows, does she, about your past?

What past?

Perhaps you haven't told her.

Well, she'll bring her in then, sir.

Just leave her out of it.

Then give us a statement.

We have all the evidence that we need.

The fingerprints of your right hand.

Do yourself a favour.

For her sake.

You win some, you lose some.

Okay.

I'll make a statement.

A real confession.

I'm sorry, Zahid.

Please stay with me.

This time I won't pretend.

You're such a man, Zahid.

Such a man.

It was a charity ball.

My wife and I had just moved here.

They came from all over.

Riyadh, Kuwait, Dubai, Monte Carlo.

There was more glitz on offer than King

Solomon's mines.

And you got tempted.

Afraid so.

Must have been the child in me.

Once a thief.

Only the once.

See, I got caught.

Red-handed.

What's so funny about that?

Your case.

It hangs on a set of prints of

my right hand.

Well, this is an Arab state.

And under Islamic law, you see.

It wasn't easy learning how to use this.

You better face it, gentlemen.

You've got no case.

Sorry you had a wasted trip.

But Soraya and I are absolutely safe here.

You can't touch me.