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Nice party, Harry, and congratulations.

Well, the Berlin case was too big for one simple dick to crack.

It had to be a team effort, right?

Jill, I'd like you to meet a very good friend of mine, Harry Rule.

If he has a fault, it's modesty.

Hi, Harry.

Uh, you're not really going.

Why not? I'll be back in a second.

You'll miss your own party.

Why don't you be the hostess?

Let Paul have that job. I'm going with you.

You don't approve.

Well, it's just that I never had you down for an incurable romantic.

Gaslit streets, meeting in dark, secret places. Like I said, romantic.

Well, a mystery girl with an intriguing voice calls

me and asks for a late-night assignation. I'm curious.

But not that romantic.

Will you wait?

Till the end of time, Harry.

How about five minutes? If I'm not back by then, start looking for me.

Harry Rule?

Who else would be out at this time of night?

You've got proof?

They ran out of red carnations.

I wouldn't want to make a mistake.

Caroline, how is he?

He's still in and out of consciousness, but the doctor

seems very pleased with him. He's a very lucky man.

Will I be able to see him? In a little while.

Thank you.

Immediately. I'm okay.

Just up and walked off, hmm?

I'd discharge myself, right.

Listen, Harry, when I spoke to the doctor,

he said it would take another ten days at least.

Look, if we wait ten days, we're not going to get any trace of that girl.

Not necessarily.

Why, you got something?

Well, if I have, it'll keep.

Look, Harry, why don't you come down to Roma?

Nobody ever died of a couple of cracked ribs.

Fortunately, my gun took the impact.

Harry, the police can follow this up while you're resting at the villa.

What do you got?

All right.

Paul got the number of the girl's car.

It's rented from a fly-by-night outfit run by a man named George Soper.

Barry.

I'm all right, Squire. What can I do for you?

Hire or sell?

We're looking for information.

That's selling.

Maybe.

Do you hire that one out?

Yeah, from time to time.

To a girl last night?

That's possible.

A man or woman, I couldn't quite say.

Try it. You know, you've got a wonderful way with my memory score.

Kind of coming back to you, huh? Most of it, yes.

A girl.

Yes, good-looking blonde.

What was her name?

Now, that I don't know, miss, truly.

Did she pick it up herself?

No, I delivered it. Where to? Now, that sort of information costs money.

A lot of money. Too much money. Why is the price so high?

You got all you're getting from me.

Now, I'm over the money and clear off. Without

the address, we got nothing. Deal is off.

Where did you deliver the car?

Jordan's Hotel.

Off I pop.

I was told to leave it in the underground garage.

For the hire, we'll need the keys.

Can I help you, sir?

Yeah, maybe you can. Did you ever see this car around here before?

Yeah, that's the one. It was here last night, fairly early on. Who was using it,

someone in the hotel? That's right.

It was delivered.

A woman rang down twice to check if it had arrived. You know her name?

No, sir.

Just the room number, 709.

Okay.

Now we're alone.

How did you find me?

That doesn't matter.

You mind if I have a drink?

Thanks.

What do you want?

What is the little matter if you're trying to shoot me?

Okay, let's talk.

You got something to tell me?

That's right, Mr. Rule.

I plan to kill you.

What a surprise.

What's the reason?

I think I'll just let you die curious.

I don't like to be curious.

Why?

All right, maybe the police can find out why.

All right, Lindemann.

You know him?

I'm his daughter. Oh.

I thought you were in Australia.

I was. The first thing I heard about the trial was the sentence.

Twelve years in a maximum security jail.

So there's nothing wrong with the sentence?

No, just the evidence. Your evidence.

Oh, I see.

But look, if you don't believe me,

why don't you ask the widows of the guys he took

over from? At 12 years, I think he's lucky.

Lucky?

He died in prison two weeks ago.

I'm sorry.

Sorry? You framed him.

How often did you see your father in the last couple of years?

Oh, not much. Perhaps I was away at school. Then my job took me to Australia.

But I do know what sort of man he was.

You do?

So do I. He was a gangster.

I don't believe you. He was a good man.

All right, Mr. Rule, call the police and get me jailed, too, for attempted murder.

But I'll tell you this.

The moment I'm free, I'll kill you.

I believe you. Okay, I'd like you to meet me in the lobby at 9 o'clock.

I'm going to take you around and introduce you to

some of your father's former business associates.

Now, if I can prove...

And he was guilty.

You'll stop trying to kill me, right?

If you can prove it.

I think I can.

All right, Mr. Rule.

I'll give you 12 hours. Okay.

German Street, please. Where can I go?

You mean he's taking out Kate Lindemann?

So I understand.

Another matter of life and death, I suppose.

Hey, is that the coat Harry was wearing last night?

Yes, the hospital telephoned me to come and collect it.

You know, I can't understand how she could have missed.

Nervousness?

Well, perhaps. Do you have a pair of, what do you call it, eyebrow tweezers?

At least two.

Perfect.

You know, Caroline, there's something very strange about this gunshot.

What?

Well, look at that.

Well, it's been a long time. That's right, Freddie.

I'd like to introduce you to Kate Lindemann.

Hello.

I understand you knew my father.

The past is the past, Ruth. I was sorry to hear about your father this morning.

Okay, one more, a big one. His name is Regan.

He runs the Courtland Club.

Who's he?

Well, I guess you could say he was your father's

accountant, second in command, cabinet advisor.

He's picking up pieces of your father's empire.

I would say that within a year, he'll be running the same rackets.

Except that you've got other plans.

He'll be stopped. That's a police job now.

Sam, stick around.

Well, well, well.

How are you? How are you?

I thought you might like to buy me a drink.

For old times' sake.

Why not?

As a scotch and, uh, Moss's daughter, or... Vodka tiniest.

You're Kate Lindeman.

Do you want to see my passport?

No, no, no, no.

I've seen photos.

Well, what brought you back?

What sort of question is that?

My father died in jail. I believe framed.

Framed.

A friend.

By him.

Now listen, Kate.

There's a whole lot of things I've got against Harry Rule.

But he didn't frame your father. Do you want to know what happened?

He got sloppy. That's what happened.

He hired unreliable layabouts to do his heavy work.

And when you're in that line of country, it just doesn't pay, does it? As you know.

Me?

I keep inside the fence.

There's lots of grass to cut here.

You'll stay outside, if you haven't already.

Get out.

And take baby blue eyes with you.

A big night, you said. It's certainly been that.

I ask you to call me Harry. Would you like a drink?

Well, I won't ask you if you're convinced.

Try this.

How can I say I'm sorry?

Just think, I nearly killed you.

Can you answer that?

Harry?

I've been trying to get you all night. Your

coat just came back from the hospital. And?

It's got a bad burn across the front of it.

Here, let me.

Listen, Harry, the burn was not made by a normal bullet. It's too big,

too widespread. I've been picking around the fibers with a pair of tweezers.

It was a rubber bullet, Harry.

Right. Just a colleague checking in.

I've been thinking about how it all happened. Your father?

Hmm.

I never realized it before, but he must have been a very weak man.

Well, easily led, perhaps, by people like Regan.

What are you going to do now?

Back to Australia?

I don't know.

Well, now.

I've already said sorry.

That was to say thank you.

What game is she playing?

I'm not sure.

First of all, she tries to shoot you.

And now we know she never intended to kill you anyway, so why?

She wanted to make contact.

What have you told her? I mean, what information have you given her?

Her father's associates. I took her around, introduced her.

That's it, a list.

You have given her a list of her father's lieutenants in his dirty little empire.

Rue.

Yeah, Paul.

Right.

Okay, we're on our way.

You were right. The girl's on her way to Reagan's club.

Don't move, Regan.

I said don't move.

Drop it.

Drop it!

Are you crazy? I mean, first you come here with Harry Rule,

and then you come back with a gun. I mean, what do you want?

I'm sorry about Harry.

If I was to meet you, I needed his help.

Help?

From Harry Rule?

Yes.

You see, my father never talked much about his business.

I knew he was in the rackets, of course.

But he never mentioned any of you by name,

so I needed Harry to effect the introduction.

I, um... I still don't get it.

What are you doing here?

I've come to collect.

Oh.

Collect what? The washing?

The hundred thousand pounds stacked away for a rainy day.

My father was a cautious man, Regan.

He always said that if he was arrested,

he'd have enough money stacked away for the best trial lawyer in the country.

Then how come his defense was on the public charge?

Because you held the money, and you never paid out.

Because of you, he was defended by some idiot lawyer who was wet behind the ears.

That's why he got 12 years.

Go home, Kate.

Your father never left me any money.

I want the money and the securities.

I want it, Regan.

And what makes you think I've got it?

I think you're the sort of man who'd take to the idea of

an insurance fund for yourself in case you need a lawyer.

Open it.

Open it!

All right, put her down.

If I were to let you go, you're the kind of girl that would come back, aren't you?

That's right, Regan.

Then you leave me no choice, Kate.

You won't get far.

Not without a rotor arm.

Of course, it's not very original, but it always works.

Carry your bag, Miss Lindemann?

How are your ribs?

Hurting, hurting.

But not as much as your pride.

All right. So she used me to lead her to Reagan.

And the hundred thousand she knew her father had left in his care.

Yeah, that's true.

The party should be swinging by now.

But maybe I should come along with you. I mean,

I could just take it easy and go on a corner somewhere.

No, no.

The doctor said rest.

I bought you a book.

It's from my late husband's library.

Oh, that's great. I'll just stay home here all alone.

This book from my late husband's library.

You can do that.

Now, marvelous.

It's in Italian.

Is it?

Oh, well, like you, Harry, it's an original.

Ciao.

Suki?

Suki?

We got an Italian dictionary?

In the avenues and alleyways Where the soul of

the man is easy to buy Everybody's wheelin',

everybody's stealin' On the lower living high Every city's got them,

can we ever stop them? Some of us are gonna try.