Original subtitles

- Subtitles - Luís Filipe Bernardes

Anybody here?

Hear, O Lord, my supplication.

That Our Lord shall mark iniquity.

O Lord...

Please, Miss Walsh, try to bear up for a minute.

Have you called the police?

Yes.

O Lord...

Hello, Archer. Where is he?

You are Father Walsh's sister?

Yes.

Well, I won't trouble you with a lot of questions now, Miss Walsh.

Just tell me, when did you find him?

I telephoned you as soon as I found him.

It must have happened while I was at the store.

I thought he was having a nap before supper.

Any word of this before we did, Archer?

No, I was supposed to have spent the evening with him.

- I'm Bishop Martin. - Griffin, Homicide Squad.

How do you do?

- I came as quickly as I could. - Oh dear, thanks.

I think you'd better go and lie down, my dear.

I'll send one of the sisters to you.

I saw Father Walsh only this morning.

At that time was there any indication...

I believe it would be advisable for me to tell you about it.

He recounted to me a story,

a very strange story indeed.

Concerning a pair of old Bibles and a painting.

A painting he called The Walls of Jericho.

- But he was distraught, upset. - Painting?

It doesn't seem to have much bearing, your excellency.

Did he seem to know what he was talking about?

The whole story seemed to me fantastic.

I'd planned to talk to him about it further.

And I though I'd persuaded him to dismiss the matter from his mind in the meantime.

Where...

- What does it look to you, Ray? - It looks like what it looks like.

Yes... Well, you better get the boys in anyway and give the place a going over.

Griffin.

Yes?

- Father Walsh did not commit suicide. - No? Why do you think that?

Look. I've known Father Walsh ever since I was a kid.

He practically brought me up.

I know he wouldn't commit suicide.

Somebody was leaving here as I came in.

- You saw him? - No.

I only heard the outside gate being shut.

I couldn't see a thing.

But somebody went through that gate after I did...

...because I'm sure I shut it when I came in.

Well, lots of people go in and out of a rectory, Archer.

Thanks anyway.

Okay, Griffin.

I'll see you later.

Oh... is Father Walsh at home?

Was he expecting you?

- Well, yes, I... - Will you come in, please?

Is something wrong?

I'm afraid you're too late. Father Walsh is dead.

Of a heart attack. All right, Archer, I'll be seeing you.

- Were you a friend of Father Walsh? - No, not exactly.

I arrived in New York only this morning.

I was simply asked to call and say hello to Father Walsh...

...by mutual friends in San Francisco.

I see. Then you'd never met him, Miss, um...

Foster. Patricia Foster.

My friends will be dreadfully grieved to hear about this.

I'm sure they will.

I'm sorry to have bothered you at such a time.

- I'll go now. - Just a moment.

I'm Capt. Griffin of the Police Department.

If you don't mind, I'd like you to answer a few questions.

Of course.

Say, Mr. Archer, you know that chick you had at the end of your Monday column?

Well, me and the Sarge made a bet on it.

I figure the girl is Lorelei Anderson.

But the sergeant thinks she's Choo-Choo Carpenter.

Well, you're both wrong. It was Baby Brooks.

Baby Brooks? Why, she's only seventeen.

Yeah. I'll see you around.

Oh, sorry I startled you.

Somehow I felt the need of beeing in a church before I went back to my hotel.

I understand perfectly.

It was a shock to me too.

Was Father Walsh a friend of yours?

My oldest and best.

I'm terribly sorry.

Somehow... somehow I felt the need of talking to someone.

- You've chosen me? - Do you mind?

No.

Would you like to go somewhere for a drink?

- Well, I... - I know a place that's not too crowded.

Then let's go and make it a little more crowded.

- Bianca's, driver. - Okay, Mr. Archer.

- Good evening. - Hello, Gil, how are you?

Hello, Charlie, how are you?

Gil, darling. Thanks for the mention in your column.

You're a lamb, really you are.

You've got a good voice, Melba, and I said you've got a good voice, that's all.

We're not speaking. You haven't mentioned me in two whole weeks.

Oh, don't worry, Doris. You'll be in print again next week...

...and this time I'll tell the truth about you.

Don't you dare!

Thank you, Mario.

Roberto.

- What would you think of a martini? - If it's dry, I think very well of it.

Two very dry martinis, Roberto.

- Doubles. - Yes, sir.

Well, this little country girl from San Francisco...

...will have to put all this in her diary.

First night in New York and she lands the famous Archer as her escort.

I wish we'd met under happier circumstances.

Is this your first trip to New York?

Yes, it is.

Hello, Archer. Mind if I sit down a minute?

It seems you have.

It's like this, Archer.

A senator called me from Dallas and asked me to have a word with you.

Stuff on that oil operator is dynamite down there.

They're trying to fix things so the deal doesn't look bad,

but the way you had it this morning's gonna affect the whole applecart.

Well?

Oh, look, you know the senator's pitch in your paper as well as I do.

- Do I need to say any more? - No, you don't need to say any more,

but I'm gonna say lots more in my column,

and you can tell that to the senator when you call him back.

And next time you come to my table, don't come.

You don't know which side your bread's buttered on, do you?

Well, when I want advice, bub, I won't ask you for it.

Is it this way whenever you go out for a quiet drink?

Too often, I'm sorry, Miss Foster.

Even if I'd known his name, I wouldn't have introduced you.

Uh, Roberto, take that extra chair away, will you, we don't want to be interrupted.

Right away, sir.

Now, then, what were we saying?

You'd inquired fsacinatingly if this were my first trip to New York.

And I replied with rare brilliance that it was.

Um... did you know Father Walsh well?

No, not very well. I met him in San Francisco last summer.

He was visiting some friends of mine there.

San Francisco?

- Have you lived there long? - All my life.

Great town.

The atmosphere here reminds me of... Bellini's.

On the corner of Third and Broadway. Do you know Bellini's?

I practically haunt the place.

I love that gondola-shaped bar and the ships' lanterns.

- They really imported them from Venice. - Yes, I know.

And that mural with that gondolier singing his head off.

You can practically hear him go flat on his top note.

Yes, Bellini's is a wonderful place.

Great country America. This could only happen here.

What?

Italian twins arrive in this country with only $8 between them...

...and now Bellini's is a San Francisco institution.

All right, Mr. Archer, now that you have me aching with homesickness,

let's drink to Bellini's?

To Father Walsh.

To Father Walsh.

It's been a great shock to you, hasn't it? His death, I mean.

I was very fond of him.

Do you always cover up your feelings this way?

Cover them up or drown them. But there's no time for that.

When a fine old man is murdered, something's got to be done about it.

Something positive.

Did you say murdered?

The police captain at the rectory said that Father Walsh died of a heart attack.

That's Capt. Griffin's opinion, not mine.

What makes you differ from the police?

Well, Father Walsh might have had certain things.

What sort of things?

Bibles.

- Bibles? - Yes, you know.

That book you were looking at when I surprised you at the rectory.

I'm afraid, Mr. Archer, you're not very subtle.

You didn't bring me here because you felt the need of talking to someone.

Anyone in this restaurant might have obliged you.

- But I prefered you. - No.

You're not subtle. You're not even logical.

If there has been a murder and I had anything to do with it,

do you think I would have been so stupid...

...as to walk right straight back into the arms of the police?

And another thing, Mr. Archer,

a martini doesn't bother me that easily.

Not even a double.

Well, in that case, how about another?

After my nose is powdered.

Roberto, if the young lady leaves the restaurant,

tell Jimmy to find out the number of the cab...

...and who the driver is and let me know, will you?

- And send in two more martinis. - Very good, sir.

But he said, I tell you.

I haven't had a chance to call you before.

The police were there when I arrived and Archer of The Star thinks he was murdered.

Archer, The Star.

All right. All right, I'll be there as soon as I can.

Oh, pardon me.

Well, what about a little dinner?

After this one.

We've done pretty well under the circumstances.

Maybe after a good dinner we might begin to feel almost human.

No, thanks. I'm not very...

Now, isn't that a coincidence?

The bar here's exactly like Bellini's in San Francisco.

Small world, isn't it? And air travel making it smaller all the time.

And the proprietor here has a twin brother too.

You're much more subtle than I thought.

Maybe so, but you're downright miraculous.

Father Walsh hadn't left New York City for ten years.

And there isn't any Bellini's restaurant in San Francisco,

yet you say you practically haunt the place, how do you do it?

All right. I've never seen Father Walsh, I've never been to San Francisco.

- Please go on. - Sorry.

- There isn't any more to tell. - I hope not.

But if there is, I'd like to hear it now,

because I intend to find out who killed that old man.

I don't care what methods I have to use, but I'm gonna find out.

I'm gonna look into every corner and turn over every stone.

I wouldn't like to find you under one of them.

You're much too attractive.

I'm much too tired. Would you mind taking me to a cab?

- Getting rid of me so soon? - Please don't feel hurt.

I'm sure this will prove the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Thank you.

Good night, Mr. Archer. Please don't follow me.

If you do, I'll only lead you to the wrong address.

Yeah, I know, but let's keep in touch anyway.

This is my private number. You can call me here anytime.

If I'm not in, they'll take a message.

- Thank you, I'll treasure it always. - By the way, do you like music?

- Yes. - Good.

We might take in a symphony, or if you prefer something less formal,

maybe Harlem.

They'r'e bringing back the old spirituals up there again.

- Are they? - Yeah, they do a number,

an old favorite of mine called... Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho.

- Do you know it? - I adore it, Mr. Archer.

Good night.

Here you are, sir.

Why, that's great, Carlo.

A beautiful lady, Señor Archer.

You even caught the noncommittal look.

- Here you are. Oh, thank you, sir.

Mario, can I use your office for a moment?

Certainly, make yourself right at home, sir.

Mr. Archer. The young lady made a telephone call.

Thanks, Roberto. Bring me a ham sandwich and a glass of milk, please.

Right away, sir.

Thanks, Roberto. Will you wait a minute, I want you to mail this for me.

Sí, señor.

There you are, thank you.

Give me the city desk.

Hello, Melton? This is Archer speaking.

Now listen carefully.

Tomorrow morning the paper will be running a story...

...on the death of a priest named Father Walsh.

When the story comes out, I want my name mentioned in connection with it.

Yeah. Make it sound something like this.

Say that I was one of the people who found the body...

...and that I called on the priest to discuss a pair of old Bibles.

Yeah. You got it?

Okay, thanks.

Mr. Archer, I must ask you to forgive this early call,

but it's most urgent that we speak with you at once.

- What do you want? - I'm sorry, but we must talk to you.

It's about some rare Bilbles.

Come in.

How'd you get past the clerk at the desk?

We didn't, Mr. Archer. The freight elevator was dirty but convenient.

- You're not a clergyman. - We are missionaries, Mr. Archer.

- Somebody recommend me as a prospect? - My name is Stoker, Mr. Archer.

Matthew Stoker.

This is my wife.

What do you want?

It would appear that you were well acquainted with a priest named Father Walsh,

who unfortunately died last night.

It would appear too that you paid him a visit at his rectory...

...to discuss a pair of rare Bibles.

Don't tell me you believe everything you read in the papers.

I choose to believe this.

For some time we've been searching for two Bibles of a certain edition.

Not long ago I traced them to this unfortunate priest, Father Walsh.

I'm prepared to pay a large amount of money to gain possession of them.

Very interesting. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm busy.

You are dismissing us, Mr. Archer?

That's the general idea, Reverend.

Oh, I'd hoped to find you more hospitable.

Since you aren't, we'll dispense with the amenities.

I want those Bibles.

What makes you so sure I've got them?

We know that you had a conversation with the priest...

...here in your apartment a few hours before he died.

- How much? - Ten thousand.

- I can't hear you. - Very well, fifteen thousand.

- I'll think it over. - There's no time, I want them now.

Don't crowd me, Reverend. I'm sensitive. It goes back to my childhood.

When I went to Sunday School, men of the cloth were more polite.

- I don't think you're even a missionary. - You don't?

My dear, please show Mr. Archer your credentials.

Now, Mr. Archer, suppose we entertain each other...

...while my wife makes a brief search of the premises.

Certainly.

Did you pledge in?

Lighter.

May I?

You need a refresher course, Reverend, in whatever seminary it was you went to.

- Out! - Very neat, Mr. Archer.

Very neat indeed.

I've allowed myself to go rather rusty.

I'm afraid it comes from my putting too much faith in my assistance.

Such an impetuous young man.

Proceed, my dear.

If Mr. Archer shows any signs of activity, Rausch,

make him comfortable.

That's enough, Rausch. Give him some brandy.

Thank you, Rausch.

- Well, did you find the Bibles, Holy Joe? - You know we didn't.

We really must apologize for Rausch, Mr. Archer.

He's our most devoted convert and I fear at times a little overzealous.

- The Bibles, Mr. Archer. - The money, Reverend.

It'll take me three days to get them and I never get less than four figures a day.

Very well, here is a retainer of $3000.

You will kindly sign a receipt just to make the transaction legitimate.

Which of course it is.

- Where can I reach you? - You can't, Mr. Archer.

We'll reach you when necessary.

- The entire holy trio? - Precisely.

The balance will be paid after you have delivered the Bibles to us.

In the meantime, remember this receipt.

if you should decide to call the police.

My dear.

Oh.

I wonder, Mr. Archer, if you'd do me a slight favor.

Oh, just name it, Reverend, after all we're in business together.

Thank you. Would you be kind enough to mention in your columm...

that the Reverend Matthew Stoker and his very charming wife...

...are spending the season in New York.

Thank you.

- It's good of you to see me. - Not at all.

I'm a great admirer of what one might call the most serious aspects of your column.

- I'd like to help you if I can. - Thank you.

Sit down.

From what I understood over the phone,

you want to consult me about old paintings, particularly of religious subjects, eh?

Yes, I do.

Well, that covers a vast territory, you know?

Perhaps you could be a little more explicit.

I can be very explicit, Dr. Marko.

Is there an outstanding painting on the subject of Joshua and the Walls of Jericho?

The walls of Jericho.

I realize there are probably many paintings on the subject,

but is there one outstanding one?

As a matter of fact, there is.

There's one that we in Art circles call the last masterpiece.

Very few laymen know of its existence.

The lost masterpiece, why is it called that?

Why, because the day it was finished, the artist died.

Before he was buried, however, or so the story goes,

the painting disappeared and was missing for over 300 years.

Comparatively recently it was found and brought to the United States,

when it again disappeared completely and without trace.

Have you ever seen this picture, Dr. Marko?

No, very few people have seen it. As a matter of fact,

since it's second disappearance there's some doubt as to whether it still exists at all.

But there was no question as to whether it did exist.

Oh, no, none at all.

Uh, just how valuable would you say this painting was?

Well, there are some things in this world, Mr. Archer,

you know, which are beyond price and this painting is one of them.

But why is it so valuable, because it's lost?

No. Because the artist was one of the greatest to ever live.

The same genius who gave us The Last Supper and the Mona Lisa.

Hm-hmm. Leonardo da Vinci.

Do you recall the name of the last known owner?

He was a man,

a wealthy art collector in Philadelphia called Henry Barons.

Henry Barons, Philadelphia.

What happened to the painting? Could someone have stolen it from him?

No, hardly probable,

because when the picture vanished, Mr. Barons disappeared with it.

And no trace has ever been found either of the painting or of him?

No, none.

A story has sprung out through the years, something to the effect that the...

...missing owner hid it, you know, and didn't say where.

Well, thank you, Dr. Marko, for the information.

It'll make an interesting item for my Sunday column.

I'm glad to have been of help.

Oh, by the way, do you know of anybody at present...

...who might be looking for the painting?

No, I don't know.

Of course if it turned up anywhere in the world,

every art gallery would be bidding for it, you realize that.

I see. Thanks again.

- Susan. - Oh, Mr. Archer,

I tried to reach you last night to tell you how sorry I was about Father Walsh.

I knew you would be. Thanks, Susan.

- Any calls? - Yes, a flood of them.

Including one from that gushy oil senator.

Oh, that guy. If he calls back, tell him I fell...

"Down an elevator shaft." We've used that one too often.

I'd much rather you were hit by a Fifth Ave. bus.

If it'll make you happier, I was hit by a Fifth Ave. bus.

Send out and get me a Bible right away.

I just want to be sure I got that right.

Did you say a Bible?

Yes, a Bible.

And call Jimmy, the doorman at Bianca's,

and get the name of the taxi driver I told him to spot last night.

Then get hold of the driver and find out where he took the girl I put in his cab.

Yes, sir.

Who's the, um... flabby-looking floorwalker waiting outside?

I thought you knew better than to let characters like that hang around the office.

He said it was personal, urgent and confidential.

Although he's a screwball, there's something convincing about him.

I thought you'd better see him or I wouldn't have let him stay.

Okay, Susan, send him in.

Mr. Archer will see you now.

How do you do?

- This is your handwriting, isn't it? - Where did you get this?

Last night you gave it to a girl in a taxi. The you lady is my daughter.

I have come to demand an explanation.

An explanation? Why certainly.

- If you'll explain something to me first. - Explain?

- Explain what? - I thought the girl had class.

I'd like to know how she came to be related to a pompous little maggot like you.

Answer my question! What do you want with her?

I've heard of you, I know you have a reputation with women.

Take it easy, dreamboat!

I don't like that kind of talk from anyone until I've been introduced.

And this fat carcass must have some kind of name that goes with it, what is it?

Ernst, Ernst Helms.

You leave my daughter alone! I've forbidden her to have anything to do with you!

- She's a nice girl! - Snap out of it!

Please... Please, I need information.

You don't need information, you need a psychiatrist

Yes, must forgive me, some...

Sometimes I get a little excited, I...

I'm not myself.

Any time you're not yourself that's a definite inprovement.

But you're not here to talk about your daughter,

you're here about the Bibles, aren't you?

The Bibles, you know where they are, yes?

- Yes, maybe. - Mr. Archer,

I'm a bookdealer, originally from Holland.

A very rich client has commissioned me to find two Bibles...

...to complete a collection. He's very willing to pay.

You know, there is a resemblance between you and your daughter.

- Yes? - Yes, you're both liars.

You've a very good sense of humor, Mr. Archer.

Haven't I?

My client traced these Bibles to priest named Father Walsh,

who I understand was a real good friend of yours.

- Apparently you read the papers too. - So last night I sent my daughter to...

...to speak with him and examine the Bibles, but as you kn0w, when she got there,

the priest was dead.

Why didn't you go yourself? Why did you send her?

Uh... my daughter is also my assistant.

Oh, sure, and I'll bet she does your laundry too. Now look, little man,

I've already accepted a retainer from another party to produce those Bibles.

Another party? Mr. Archer, you must be careful with whom you deal.

Who was it? Brown, Salvador, Stoker?

The deal is confidential, Mr. Helms.

They're all thieves and worse, they'll swindle you.

I have nothing to do with any of them!

- But me, me you can trust. - Oh, sure, sure I can.

But the other party already gave me an advance.

I... I'll double their bid...

But if I pay you with this money, how do I know you will give me the Bibles?

- You don't. - How do I know you're not lying to me?

How do I know you're not a fake, a fraud?

Now, now, now, let's control our glands.

You don't have the Bibles, you don't know where they are.

You're a swindler, a thief like all the others.

Why should I pay you money?

You want to rob me, but I know you, I know you!

The Walls of Jericho breed bad men, you're a foul, foul...

Susan, get me some water, quick.

I'm Ernst Helms, I'm a book dealer from Holland.

Charmed, I'm sure.

I came to see you about a pair of Bibles.

This is where I came in. Look, I'm Archer, remember?

You were going to give me a retainer.

I'll get the Bibles for you in a few days.

I'll accept an advance of $3000.

Very well.

- I can trust you? - You'll have to.

- Now where can I get in touch with you? - Well, that is... I will...

I know, you'll get in touch with me. Okay.

- Remember me to your daughter too. - I will.

My daughter?

Yes, she's a charming girl, you should meet her some time, Mr. Helms.

Her name is Foster, Patricia Foster.

Goodbye.

There's something wrong with that man.

Nothing that being born all over again won't fix.

One Pat Foster, two Stokers, one Rausch, one Helms.

Mr. Archer, I...

I don't want to be nosy, but couldn't I be of more help...

...if you'd fill me in on all this?

Yes, you could be, Susan, but I don't want you in on all this.

I've got reasons for doing what I'm doing, and you're helping.

- Okay, that's good enough for me. - What about the girl in the taxi?

- She went to the Hotel Bolton. - Hotel Bolton, good.

The word of God, and because of it men are committing murder.

It's a screwy world, isn't it, Susan?

Sit down there and read to me the Book of Joshua.

Look, Mr. Archer...

Please, for once, do what I tell you without arguing, will you?

Book of Joshua.

Genesis, Exodus...

Leviticus, Numbers...

Joshua. Here it is.

"Now it came to pass after the death of Moses, the servant of the Lord,

that the Lord spoke to Joshua, the son of Nun, the minister of Moses,

and said to him, 'Moses, my servant is dead.'"

Skip all that and get down to the Battle of Jericho.

Here it is.

"Now Jericho was close shut up and fenced for fear of the children of Israel.

and no man... durst go out or come in.

The Lord said to Josue: 'Behold, I have given into thy hands Jericho...'"

Well?

He's going to get us the Bibles.

I paid him a retainer.

But that's ridiculous, he's not to be trusted.

Wait, I'll tell you everything.

Driver.

"So all the people making a shout, and the trumpets sounding,

when the voice and the sound thundered in the ears of the multitude,

the walls forthwith fell down...

and every man went up by the place that was over against him and they took the city..."

That's enough, Susan. I'm afraid it doesn't tell me anything.

Mr. Archer's office.

It's Pearson fit to be tied.

Hello, Mr. Pearson.

A retraction? I wouldn't think of it.

All my dope on that oil business is straight, I've got documents to prove it.

Well, if your pal from Texas wants to get tough, I'm prepared to get a lot tougher.

Libel? Okay, that's your baby, you know my contract.

How do you like that? A retraction.

Mr. Archer, shouldn't you be more polite to your employer?

You look after your job, Susan, I'll look after my manners.

- Here, take this, I don't want it. - What shall I do with it?

Uh... make a synopsis of the Book of Joshua.

Hello, Susan. Now listen carefully.

On my desk you'll find a large almanac and a Webster's dictionary.

Wrap them up and bring them to me at the 58th st. branch of the Public Library.

I'll meet you there in front in 15 minutes.

Almanac and dictionary?

Here you are, the almanac and the dictionary. What's the idea?

That's fine, Susan, now you get out of here and quick.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Check, please.

Yes, sir.

Why, hello, Mr. Archer, how are you these days?

Not bad, Tiny. Can you give me a little dope?

The place is yours.

Have you got anybody staying here named Ernst Helms or Patricia Foster?

Hold it.

Helms no.

Foster no. Sorry, my friend, no Helms or Foster.

Thanks, Tiny, that's all I wanted to know. I didn't think there would be.

So you think you got one, huh?

Don't give him the name of that horse if you don't like it.

One lump of sugar, please, no cream.

Not that it really matters, Mr. Archer, but how did you find out where I live?

Elementary, my dear Watson. The doorman at Bianca's...

...got the name of your taxi driver and he told me where he took you.

I suppose I should feel flattered by this attention, but...

Do you mind very much if I'm annnoyed instead?

One lump of sugar, please, no cream.

- Why have you followed me? - I always like to follow pretty ankles.

But this time that isn't the reason.

Since you left me last night, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind.

I'm sure you'll manage very nicely if you'll just try a little harder.

But I don't want to forget about you, do you mind?

No, one lump of sugar and no cream, please.

You know, I have an unshakable conviction that you're getting...

... yourself into something that's way over your head, young lady.

You'll forgive me if I decline your broad and manly arm, Mr. Archer?

Listen, beautiful, you don't seem to get it.

This is no parlor game you're playing.

- It's murder. - So you said last night.

But if you read the morning papers,

you'll find that the police have attributed Father Walsh's death to natural causes.

The causes were natural all right. There's nothing more natural than money.

Even if your theory is correct, what do you expect me to do about it?

What do you want of me?

I'm going to tear this whole thing apart and find out how the pieces fit together.

Some of the pieces will have to get chipped in the process.

I want to know where you fit in before I start chipping.

I'd rather let the chips fall where they may.

And anyway, how on earth could I convince you?

If I wanted to convince you.

Very easily. By telling me the truth about yourself.

About your connection with these Bibles.

Why you're using an assumed name

and what you're doing with that weird little neurotic who pretends to be your father.

In a word, Mr. Archer, you're asking me to take my hair down.

You're asking me to give a thumbnail sketch of my life history

You imply that you want to trust me. That's very quaint.

Because you can't give me one good reason why I should trust you.

Why shouldn't you? I told you last night...

...the only reason I'm in this is to find out who killed my friend Father Walsh.

Your motive is so pure and idealistic.

Yet when the weird little neurotic called at your office this morning,

you weren't above taking $3000 from him, were you?

If I tried to explain that to you, you wouldn't believe me.

Why should I?

You come poking about, making demands, asking millions of questions...

...in your patronizing manner.

Expecting people to confide in you while you sit back smuggly with your lips tight.

Why should I answer you? You're a nuisance and you make me furious.

Suppose you let me buy you two double martinis right now...

...then we'll call it square.

That'll put us even financially.

Finance seems to be right up your alley.

And I said alley.

Give me a rain check on those martinis, will you?

- Any calls, Susan? - Mr. George Bradford called.

He says he's Ernst Helms' attorney.

Wants you to call at his office.

- Said it was urgent. - What's the address?

774 Grant Building?

Call him back and tell him I'm on my way over.

- Yes? - My name is Archer.

- Mr. Bradford wanted to see me. - Oh, yes, Mr. Archer.

Mr. Bradford's most anxious to see you.

He was called out unexpectedly. Would you mind waiting?

He won't be long.

- Is Mr. Rogers in? - Oh, no, Mr. Rogers died a year ago.

Oh.

Maybe I'd better drop back later.

- Mr. Archer? - Yes, Mr. Bradford?

I'm very happy to meet you, Mr. Archer. Have you been waiting long?

I'm terribly sorry. You got here sooner than I thought you would.

Hold my calls, Miss Ray. Come right in here.

- Smoke? - No, thanks.

Now, I know you're a very busy man, Mr. Archer, so we'll come right to the point.

Yes, indeed.

I understand a client of mine, Mr. Helms, visited your office this morning, huh?

Yeah, what about it?

Says he gave you $3000 and told me to enter it in the record of his account.

That's right. Is that all you want to talk to me about, Mr. um... Bradford?

No, I'll be perfectly frank with you, Mr. Archer.

Yes indeed. As you probably gathered,

Mr. Helms is not altogether of a stable mind.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Well, his money's nearly gone,

he's engaged in some wild goose chase or other,

and I'm afraid somebody has been fleecing him.

Now, I want you to tell me what you really gave him for that money.

- Advice. - Advice? On what?

Publicity and public relations.

Publicity! Are you trying to make a fool out of me?

I try to make fools of everyone, Mr. Bradford.

That's part of my business.

I think you'd better really tell me what you gave him for that money, otherwise...

Otherwise?

You might have to tell it to the District Attorney.

Give me the District Attorney, please. Mr. Bradley wants to speak to him.

Hello, I'd like to speak to Mr. Carrington. George Bradford the attorney calling.

Hello, Mr. Carrington? Just a minute.

Hello, Mr. Carrington? Oh, fine, fine, thanks, and you?

Yes, yes indeed.

Mr. Carrington, it looks as if a client of mine, Mr. Helms,

is being taken by one of our most prominent...

Excuse me a minute.

You win.

Excuse me, Mr. Carrington,

but I've just received a long-distance call and I'll call you right back.

Yes, yes, we'll do that.

Yes, well I'll be seeing you, goodbye.

Well...

Looks like I'm not gonna make a fool out of you after all.

Don't feel hurt, son. Nobody ever does.

No indeed.

Well?

Mr. Helms came to me to help him find a pair of rare books for one of his customers.

That sounds better, but it's still not enough.

Okay, that money I took from Mr. Helms was in payment for one of the books.

$3000 for one book?

- What kind of a book was it? - A Bible.

A Bible? Well, was a Bible delivered to him?

- Yes. - Well, it's his $3000.

That's all I wanted to know. It was nice of you to come up.

Mr. Bradford.

Oh. Mr. Archer, your secretary wants you to call her back.

Thanks.

Hello, Susan.

Mr. Archer, will you please go to your apartment right away?

No, I can't explain over the phone.

But it's important.

- Yes, very. - Okay, I'm on my way.

Oh, I'd like to leave a spirit message for Mr. Rogers.

Tell him I think the wrong partner died.

Mr. Archer!

There's a telegram for you.

You're on early, Raymond, where's Paul?

Paul was taken home ill, I just came on duty.

Oh, that's too bad.

Never mind, he just came in.

What's going on here?

Have a look in there, Archer.

Well, did you know she was coming over here?

No.

How did she happen to be in my apartment, do you know?

The desk clerk says she arrived downstairs about an hour ago.

When she identified herself as Father Walsh's sister and you friend,

he let her in to wait for you.

- When was she found there. - Oh, 25 minutes ago.

The switchboard kept buzzing, the clerk came up to find out what was wrong.

She was dead when he arrived?

No, the phone was on the floor beside her.

Just before she died, she whispered one word.

Bible.

Do you know what she meant by that, Archer?

Did the clerk at the desk say if she had a package with her when she came in?

Yes, but there was no sign of it when we got here.

- Do you know what was in it? - Sure, it was that Bible she spoke of.

Somebody murdered her to get it.

What Bible? What is there about it that would cause somebody to kill for it?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

So far you as much about that as I do.

Archer, are you sure that's all you know?

All I've got now are bits of information and a lot of vague suspicions.

I haven't got anything concrete to tell you, Griffin.

Now look, you and I are not in the habit of holding out on each other.

- But if you insist upon it... - I know, I know.

Withholding information is obstructing justice.

But, Archer, don't you get it, this is murder.

Sure I get it. I'm way ahead of you.

I was way ahead of you last night when I told you that poor man hadn't committed suicide.

You were skeptical then and because you were his sister gets her brains knocked out.

Take it easy now, I know how you feel.

Maybe we were wrong last night, but all I want...

Go ahead, waste time questioning me.

While you're doing it, somebody else will probably get it.

Now see here, Archer, Father Walsh's sister was murdered in your apartment.

Now, you think this is the time for you to be funny?

I'm sorry, Griffin, I can't tell you anything more.

- Oh, in heaven's name... - Hold it right there, will you?

When the time comes for me to talk, I give you my word I'll do it.

Look here, Archer.

You are involving yourself in a stinking mess right up to your neck!

Now, you write a swell column, but don't try to be a detective too.

Well, then suppose you let me be just a plain citizen.

If you have any charges, book me.

If you haven't, I'll be on my way, I have other things to do.

All right, all right, have it your own way.

I hope you know what you're doing, though.

Go ahead, take a walk. We'll finish up here as soon as we can.

Thanks, Griffin.

If we need you, we'll know where to find you.

- Archer! - What?

- Who are you trying to protect, a girl? - What girl?

The girl you took to Bianca's last night.

You can do better than that, Griffin.

Mr. Archer! I don't wish to have a bullet hole in my pocket...

...unless it's absolutely necessary.

Where are those Bibles?

Rausch!

Now, Mr. Archer. Why did you check a dictionary and an almanac at the library?

Or would you rather have another waltz with our friend Rausch here?

How did you get those books?

I never worry over technicalities, Mr. Archer.

Our estimable Rausch persuaded the attendant to give the package to him.

You are yourself to blame for what happened.

The unfortunate check clerk is now in the emergency hospital...

...in a very vicarious contition!

Now, why did you check those books at the library?

To throw King Kong off my trail.

I gave you a retainer, Mr. Archer. Where are those Bibles?

What's your hurry? Afraid a couple of murders will catch up with you?

I assure you, Mr. Archer,

I do not find murder particularly distasteful when necessary.

However, at the moment,

I shall be content with ordering Rausch to beat you within an inch of your life!

Where are those Bibles?

No, wait!

I'll tell you.

Give me a drink first.

- A Bible isn't always a Bible. - What do you mean by that?

Joshua led his troops seven times around the city of Jericho.

Remember, Reverend? Did you look on page 7 of this dictionary?

Playing badmington, Mr. Archer?

- Yeah. - What are you looking for now?

One of the same party, but she's got a new name.

Miss Laura Browning.

No. No one by the name of Browning, Mr. Archer.

Well, they're a couple. supposed to be father and daughter.

The girl's young, 5'5", definitely on the sharp side,

he's a fat little guy with pop eyes, about fifty, can you place him?

- That sounds like Mr. Barta on 585. - Yeah, it could be.

He's got a very pretty girl secretary, she's across the hall in 982.

That's right. She goes by the name of Martin.

Ring her, will you? Just find out if she's in. I don't want to talk to her.

982.

Miss Martin, this is the desk.

We're just checking your phone.

Thank you.

Much obliged, boys.

Who is it?

The manager, Miss Barka, may I see you a minute?

I never knew anyone who took the liberty of the press so literally.

Nice of you to call. Good night!

If you don't go at once, I'll call the police.

I wouldn't, beautiful, just be patient. They'll get to you soon enough as it is.

- What are you talking about? - Murder.

Somebody killed Father Walsh's sister in my apartment this afternoon.

- What did you know about that already? - No!

No, I didn't!

First it was Father Walsh, now his sister,

and the third victim is an innocent man lying in a general hospital with a broken head.

And just a little while ago I took a working over that I wouldn't recommend.

Now I think you'd better talk.

But I know nothing about these killings! Please, you've got to believe me!

I'll believe you when you start telling the truth about yourself.

I never yet met a woman who made me go soft in the head...

...until this afternoon when the cops started asking me questions I covered up for you.

- Why? - You figure that one.

I don't believe you killed anyone with your own lily-white hands,

but how do I know the killers aren't working for you?

And if you don't come clean now, Laura Browning,

I'll turn you over to the boys downtown, and when they get through with you,

you will have confessed to everything from the assassination of Lincoln...

...to the murder of Cock Robin.

I won't need this anymore.

Next time you get ready to pull a trick like that,

send up a few rockets in advance, please.

- I'm sorry, Archer. - Okay.

Now let's go back to before the beginning and you begin. I'll tell you when to stop.

All right. I am Laura Browning and I'm from Boston.

Well, that's fairly recent history.

Let's go back to the Bibles and the Walls of Jericho.

The paintng is my own personal property...

...and the Bibles contain a clue to its whereabouts.

Now wait a minute.

According to the record, the last known owner was Henry Barons...

from Philadelphia, who disappeared with the painting.

That's true. Henry Barons is my grandfather.

And I'm his only living heir.

He was a fanatic about his art collection.

He was almost insane on the subject.

The da Vinci was the most important thing in his life.

After he lost his money, he disappeared and took the painting with him.

And your family never heard from him again?

Yes, my mother received one letter from him.

Postmarked New York.

But he didn't say where he was living or what name he was using.

- When was that? - About 25 years ago.

In this letter, my grandfather said that he was ill and that he'd taken to religion.

That he'd hidden the painting and left a code message in two Bibles...

...that would reveal its hiding place.

He said he'd write again and let Mother know where the Bibles could be found,

- Did he write again? - No, he didn't.

Father had searched for him for years.

After he died, I took it up from there.

- I've been searching ever since. - Then why the assumed name?

Helms told me to use it.

He said other people were looking for the Walls of Jericho too.

Dangerous people, as you know yourself by now.

What's your relationship with Helms?

Helms is an art dealer who was associated with my grandfather.

When I went to him with the letter, he became very excited about it...

...and promised to help me in every way he could.

Then it was Helms who finally traced your grandfather to the rectory?

Yes. He learned that Grandafther had died there.

He had me telephone father Walsh and ask for an interview, but...

I arrived at the rectory too late.

Is there any way you can prove all this?

Yes. Yes, I have the letter.

That is, all that's left of it.

"But only in these two Bibles will be found the key...

and he who reads each word of God will uncover the vision...

...of the Walls of Jericho as did Joshua and his hosts."

Now can you understand?

I want you to tell your story to Bishop Martin exactly as you've told it to me.

- And I want you to promise me something. - What?

That you won't hold out on me again.

I won't hold out again, Archer.

So Father Walsh did not imagine it.

Every word he spoke was the truth.

Perhaps you'll understand now, Your Excellency,

why we want your permission to search Father Walsh's belongings.

Yes, my son.

But from what you've told me, you yourself...

...are running great personal risk in conducting this investigation.

Why do you do it?

Father Walsh was the best friend I ever had.

I've got to find out who did this.

I think I know, but I've nothing to prove it.

The murderers won't disappear until the painting is found.

- If they find it first... - I understand.

You say you believe the principal clues are contained in the two Bibles?

Yes. Catherine Walsh brought one of them to my apartment.

That means that whoever did away with her has that Bible in his possession now.

What about the other?

The Bibles belonged to my grandfather when he died at the rectory 25 years ago.

That's all we know.

Then we need search no further.

Here nor any other place.

Why not?

Because that other Bible is nowhere on this earth.

I learned that it's true.

Father Walsh did receive two Bibles...

...from a dying man whom he attended in his last moments.

One of them he kept. But the other he blessed and buried with the body.

I'm afraid your only hope is to discover the grave of Miss Browning's grandfather.

We don't even know the name he used.

Your Excellency, there must be something in the church records...

...that would provide us with a clue. We have very little to go on.

But it is possible we may unearth something in our files.

If you will come with me, please.

Gerald Mason, Catherine Knowles, C.M. Knoll, Thomas Nomier,

Nun, Joshua Nun.

Robert S. Nunnely, well, I don't know.

We've gone over 200 names.

Those are the names of all the people buried in the church...

...the year your grandfather died, Miss Browning. It has to be one of them.

It has to be one of the, but which one? Which one?

- Hello, Susan. - Hello, Mr. Archer.

- This is Miss Browning. - Hello.

How do you do?

Don't put any calls through for a couple of hours. We don't want to be disturbed.

Yes, sir.

What's all this, your life history?

No, Mr. Archer. It's a synopsis of the Book of Joshua.

- A what? - A synopsis of the Book of Joshua.

You told me to make it, remember?

Have you lost your mind?

You keep telling me to do as I'm told without arguing about it.

All right, I've done just that.

Here you are and I don't care what you do with it.

I'll enter it in the Congressional record.

"No more arguments, Susan. Orders are orders."

That's fine, smartie. Now go run your head under a tap.

Now I've seen everything. The Gospel according to Saint Susan.

- Would you like a drink? - No, thanks. I'm even to tired for that.

How do we know he used any name?

Father Walsh may have invented a name to bury him with.

Yes, could be.

I'm getting a little slap-happy.

Listen to this, this'll give you a laugh.

It's Saint Susie's version of the Bible.

"Once upon a time there was a bigshot by the name of Joshua.

His father's name was Nun.

Now, this Joshua Nun wanted to be a great general...

...so he up and gathered a great army together.

There was a city called Jericho run by a bunch of racketeers...

...and this Joshua Nun decided to wipe Jericho off the map.

Bright and early one morning, Joshua Nun...

...hauled off and blew the walls apart with a hot trumpet."

- Susan! - What's the matter?

I've got a hunch. If I'm right, I'll give Susan a bonus I can't afford.

Susan, where did you get this name, Joshua Nun?

- Out of the Bible. - You did.

Joshua Nun. I wonder.

Come on!

Susan, you should be with Sappho, Molly Pitcher and Cleopatra!

Hey, they're all dead!

Now, this is the "in" section. Everything from "nitwits" to "nuts".

What was that name again? - Nun. N-U-N.

Here you are.

If he's buried under that name, he'll be in there.

Neubling, Noodleman, Nugent...

Keep your fingers crossed, Laura.

Nueska,

Nun.

Full name of deceased Joshua Nun. Date of death December 24th, 1920.

Cause of death pneumonia,

final disposition, buried St. Catherine's cemetery by Catholic charities.

Father Dennis Walsh attending.

This is it! Thank you very much.

What do we do next?

It'll be dark soon.

We've reached it.

Beat it!

- Got it? - Yeah, move over.

- What did you say Helms' room number was? - 985.

Nine.

What do you think?

Somebody's been searching the place. The little man decided to leave in a great hurry.

Leave, why?

Somebody could have scared him, Rausch, or Stoker.

Or maybe he got a good look at himself in the mirror.

What's this?

A note addressed to George.

It could be George Bradford, Helms's attorney.

"It's urgent that I leave town at once and will need at least 5000 in cash.

Please have this amount ready to send me when I write again.

I can't wait for the money now, but..."

He must have been in a great state.

In the middle of writing a note he decides to forget about it and scram.

Call the desk clerk and ask if Barta... That's the name Helms uses, isn't it?

- Yes. - Ask him if he left any message.

There's something screwy about this.

Hello? Give me the desk, please.

This is Mr. Barta's secretary speaking.

Did Mr. Barta check out?

Oh, I see. Did he say where he was going?

Thank you very much.

Helms called the desk clerk several hours ago...

...and said it was necessary he leave town for a few days.

And that he couldn't even wait to check out.

What do you think happened?

This doesn't make any sense at all.

Oh yes, it does. It begins to make very good sense.

Come in.

Good evening, Mr. Bradford.

- Mr. Bradford. - Mr. Archer. Miss Foster.

What has happened? Is Mr. Helms in?

No, we're waiting for him too.

I came over because I began to get worried. When did you last see him, Miss Foster?

Hours ago. He left a message with the desk clerk...

...saying he had to leave town for a few days.

You say you were worried, Mr. Bradford?

Yes, he telephoned me earlier this evening and told me he needed money.

He seemed very agitated and refused to tell me where he was.

Apparently he started to write you a note...

...then changed his mind and decided to call you instead.

This is very disturbing.

The man becomes more irrational every day, I...

For his own sake I hope he shows up.

Do you have any idea why he should disappear this way?

I may be wrong, but I think I have.

Do you remember our conversation yesterday?

Yes. You said that Helms had engaged you to track down a pair of rare Bibles...

...and that you had turned one over to him.

Well, that wasn't strictly true.

This is the second Bible I finally succeeded in locating.

And the first?

I was annoyed when you called me on the carpet,

I lied to you when I told you that I'd given Helms the first Bible.

At that time it was in the possession of a lady called Catherine Walsh.

She was found murdered in my apartment yesterday.

- What? - She had that Bible with her, Mr. Bradford.

Someone killed her to get it.

- Mr. Archer, are you inferring... - Okay, you give me an answer!

In view of what's happened, isn't Helms' sudden disappearance very suspicious?

This is terrible.

This is terrible.

Mr. Archer, I know the man lacked balance,

but you couldn't believe he'd do a thing like this.

Well, if he's innocent, he'd better show up.

I want to give him this Bible and wash my hands of the whole thing.

Murder's a messy business, I can't afford to be involved.

Not even indirectly.

I'm sure he'll turn up.

This isn't the first time he's gone off on some wild goose chase or other.

If he does come back, that'll be fine for all concerned.

- If not... - What'll you do?

I'll play safe, Mr. Bradford.

I'll tell the police and let them take whatever action they think necessary.

Mr. Archer, may I ask a favor?

Don't inform the police until after I've had a chance to talk to him.

The man's in need of money and he's bound to call again.

- If he calls again. - I'm sure he will.

Okay, Mr. Bradford, as I said before, I can be wrong.

I'll wait until noon tomorrow. If we haven't heard from him by then,

I'm getting out from under.

The police will be given a full report.

That's very reasonable. Thank you.

Miss Foster, if Mr. Helms should telephone, would you be kind enough to notify me?

- Of course, Mr. Bradford. - Thank you.

Then... I'll say good night.

Oh, Miss Foster, don't worry about Mr. Helms' hotel bill. I'll take care of it.

And I'll have his personal things sent to my home.

- Thank you. - Good night.

Go to the door make sure he's gone.

Pack an overnight bag and hurry back here.

- But I... - No buts.

Thank you, Mr. Archer.

Don't leave this apartment until you hear from me.

Lock the door and don't open it for anyone. Don't answer the phone either.

- What are you going to do? - Never mind, beautiful,

I just want to be sure you're all right.

Now get in there and pull in the keyhole after you.

Come in, Reverend, I've been expecting you.

Were you indeed, Mr. Archer?

Make yourself comfortable.

What'll you have, scotch or bourbon?

Bourbon, please.

- I indulge in rare occasions. - Naturally, why not?

If you consult the Bible, you'll find a verse that prescribes...

...a little wine for your stomach's sake.

Mr. Archer, you're a neverending source of amazement.

And you have a Bible.

- Now, isn't that... - Cozy, yes.

Sit down, sit down, Reverend.

Thank you.

How's Mrs. Stoker?

And your choir boy Rausch?

Oh, both very well, thank you.

My wife had a previous engagement or she would have come with me.

As for Rausch, well,

I thought that on this occasion we could dispense with his impetuosity.

I was sure you'd bring him with you, knowing how stubborn I am to do business with.

Yes, Mr. Archer, but this time I came convinced that you'd be cooperative.

- You did? - Of course, my dear boy.

It came to me in a revelation.

I don't know where you bought the revelation, Reverend,

but you've been gypped.

Mr. Archer, dishonesty is a sin.

May I remind you that I paid you a retainer to get that Bible for me?

- I'm prepared to pay the balance... - No dice, Reverend!

I also accepted a retainer from one Ernst Helms.

I've decided to do business with him instead.

- Helms? - You'll get your money back.

But Mr. Archer, Helms and I are in partnership.

- What? - It was he who secured my Bible for me.

No kidding. You've got the other Bible?

You don't believe me.

Perhaps you wouldn't be so skeptical if Helms confirmed it in person.

Frankly, Reverend, I'd be very surprised.

If Helms agrees, I'd be glad to turn this Bible over to you.

May I?

Hello, my dear. Has Mr. Helms arrived yet?

Excellent. I'm speaking from Mr. Archer's apartment.

Mr. Archer would like a consultation with him.

Will you ask him to wait for us?

Thank you, my dear.

Would you like to speak to him?

No.

That's all, my dear. Thank you.

Now, Mr. Archer, would you be good enough to accompany me...

...and bring the Bible?

Okay, Reverend.

I just want to make sure.

- Not this visit. - After you.

Is this where you hold your Wednesday night prayer meetings?

Oh, no, Mr. Archer. On Wednesday nights I preach at the Glory Road Mission.

That I'd like to see.

Good evening, Mrs. Stoker.

- So nice of you to call, Mr. Archer. - Well, Mr. Bradford.

Now isn't this comfy.

You don't seem very surprised to find me here, Archer.

Surprised? Mr. Bradford, I already had you pegged as a member of the unholy family.

Really, since when?

Since earlier this evening when we met at the hotel.

Mr. Archer is a little late in putting two and two together.

But he's a man of keen perception.

And now, Mr. Archer, the Bible, if you please.

According to our deal, Mr. Helms was to confirm this transaction in person.

I assure you we're all most anxiously waiting for Mr. Helms.

Rausch went to fetch him. He should be here presently.

Rausch? I wouldn't dream of quibbling.

Drink, Archer?

I believe not, Thanks.

Bradford, come over here!

The page that contains the code has been torn off.

Oh, that page. Now isn't that careless of me?

- What have you done with it? - I completely forgot to tell you about it.

- I left it in a safe at my hotel. - What was on that page?

Stoker!

Now, we mustn't lose our heads, must we, Bradford,

because if anything happens to me, you'll lose your last chance of finding that painting.

That's very shrewdly put, Mr. Archer.

As soon as Rausch brings Helms here, you're going with us to your apartment.

There you're going to give us the missing page.

I'll make you a proposition. You want that missing page, I want information.

Information, Mr. Archer?

Let me put it this way. I have a few theories I'd like to have you confirm.

Mr. Archer, you've always found me a very reasonable man. And?

Go ahead.

You've been reasonable, Holy Joe, but not very bright.

You thought I was in this for the money,

but from the first I only wanted to find out one thing, who murdered Father Walsh.

You did it, you and that trained ape of yours.

Isn't that interesting?

You didn't intend to kill Father Walsh, but when you put Rausch to work on him, he got too rough.

- Brilliant, Mr. Archer! - You hanged his dead body from a beam,

and made it appear that a priest of God had taken is own life.

You, Bradford, you called me to your office...

...to make sure that my apartment would be unoccupied.

While you were searching it, Catherine Walsh arrived with the first Bible...

...and you killed Catherine Walsh.

Those are the theories I wanted to verify.

- Well, let's go. - Not yet.

We're waiting for Mr. Helms to confirm the transaction.

I'm willing to forego that now.

No, no, we wouldn't have you do that, Mr. Archer.

We'll wait. You were so insistent upon seeing him.

You brought everything, Rausch?

Good work. I'm glad you got here all right.

Mr. Helms got here all right too, didn't he, in the trunk.

- You know that too, Mr. Archer? - Yeah, I know that.

You came back to Helms' apartment to get rid of the trunk,

but you found me when you arrived. I'd found the trunk ready to be shipped,

yet two of his suits were still hanging in his closet.

Obviously there wasn't room for them.

I still wasn't sure,

but when you were so eager to have Helms' belongings taken to your home,

I was convinced his body was in the trunk.

Right. The trunk is here now and tonight it'll be at the bottom of the East River.

Maybe you will be there too, Archer.

But first, Mr. Archer, we're going to your apartment.

And you're going to tell that desk clerk to get that missing page out of the safe.

After we've conducted our business,

you may find that trunk a bit cramped.

But you won't mind the inconvenience then.

Archer!

I, uh... I completely forgot to tell you... the police were following the trunk.

Oh, here we are.

Now, in this Bible, there are three words underlined:

"seven", "seven" and "ram". Did you get it?

We've gone over all that. 77 Ram Street is the address of this rectory.

But what makes you think the painting is hidden in this basement?

It must be, Griffin.

Miss Browning's grandfather worked here at the rectory for weeks before he died.

He lived right here in this basement. Now look at this other Bible.

What does that look like to you, Griffin?

- That might be the drawing of a wall. - That's exactly what it is.

Notice the detail. Here's the stairway, a window and a beam.

And that's the only wall that fits this sketch.

Let's have that light.

- See anything? - Not yet.

Take it easy, boys.

It's magnificent.

A priceless article like that calls for special precautions, Miss Browning.

I think you'd better let us take care of that until we get it to a bank vault.

Thank you.

All right, boys.

Thanks for everything you've done, Archer.

Any time you lose a masterpiece, just call me up.

Well, goodbye and...

Thanks again.

Goodbye.

Laura.

Yes?

Last night while I was looking through this Bible, I found another clue.

- Clue? What sort of a clue? - To my problem.

Joshua 1:14.

"Your wives, your little ones and your cattle shall remain in the land."

I don't quite understand.

Well, that's my problem. I have no wives and no little ones.

What do you expect to do about it?

Do it again.

- Subtitles - Luís Filipe Bernardes