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You are Harry Rule?

And you are? This letter of authority from my embassy

will introduce me as a person of responsibility.

Hmm?

Doesn't mention your name. I regret that cannot be revealed at this time.

You're a very cautious man, to hire a boat all to ourselves.

Helps me relax.

Handcuffs.

Key?

What's in the case?

The salvation of Italy, my friend.

Which cannot be revealed at this time. So you just

want me to take this to Italy, fellow? Exactamente.

Now, inside are the plane tickets and the address

to which the case must be delivered.

I'll need diplomatic immunity to get this through customs. Also in the envelope.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr. Roo.

Forget it. You ain't gonna crack that one.

Hi, Caroline.

Harry, I got your cable. When will you arrive?

My plane gets in at 10.05, Carol.

That sounds like the start of a very bad cold.

No, it isn't a cold. It's just some water sports out of season.

You said there was something you wanted me to check.

Yes, there is one thing. Have you got a pad?

Just a minute.

The address is Villa Bianca, Via Appiantica, Roma.

Fire away.

Check it out, find out who pays the rent and calls it home, okay?

That shouldn't be too difficult.

Can you meet me at the airport?

No, I'll send a car. The driver will know where to take you.

Have a good flight.

All right, I'll see him.

Listen, throw this key in the safe.

Traveling with it might tempt some people.

You sleep like that?

I've grown very attached to it.

What do you say, Cece?

Ah, that's what got you into the deep end.

Watertight case.

Open and shut.

That I haven't tried.

What is this place?

Used to be the old Roman baths. Aida plays here next week.

That makes sense. Why did you pick here?

I thought we could use a little privacy.

Have you any idea as to what's inside that appendage of yours?

No, only that it seems important to certain people as yet unidentified.

Not a bad place for a bath.

Blast! The polizia!

No need to give them a hard time.

They want us out.

God, you're ugly.

Ah, I'd say they don't shprek in English.

I'd say they don't smell like fuzz.

Do you hear that, Harry? He wants your case.

It's not mine to give.

In that case, no case.

Ready?

Ready when you are, C.C.

Costume rental.

And in no condition to answer questions.

Neither are we.

Those should fit. They're the same as soupies.

Let's go and get some sun.

That address I gave you to check.

Garpiano.

Sei sicuro?

Ciao, caro.

That's interesting.

It's a not immodest villa on the Via Appia Antica owned by a Prince Carpiano.

Old family estate.

New love nest.

Anything else we should know?

Only his reputation.

Money, mistresses, megalomania, some sort of obscure political ambitions.

Tell me why I have to take my water sports in the Thames.

In the city of eternal gossip,

it's surprising how little is known about Prince Carpiano.

Carpiano. It's a good old Roman name.

That's right. There were babysitters for Romulus and Remus.

The name lost some of its luster during World War II

when the prince became too cozy with the wrong side.

But then many respectable families were.

So what side is he on now?

His wife died about eight years ago, rich American banking family.

Since then, he's dropped out of the public eye.

And hired a private eye.

Anyone at home?

No one to accept delivery.

Senor Harry Roo.

Hmm.

Thoughtful. This might open the case.

By opening this case, you've not only satisfied your curiosity,

but ended any possibility of your future usefulness to us.

Harry, it's ticking.

Ended usefulness?

Get that handcuff off.

All right, I'll...

Harry, I want to stay.

Harry, let me stay. Get the damn thing off.

Harry!

Harry, for God's sake, let me in.

Harry! Harry, let me in!

Harry, please let me in!

What was the point of bringing you all the way to Rome just to kill you?

They weren't after me. I was just a decoy. To lead someone on the wrong scent.

Which means that somewhere, someone else...

Is carrying another dispatch case full of something

rather important to Prince Carpiano.

Right.

Important enough to consider you expendable.

If you were found dead with the case,

someone else gets the right case to the prince. What do you intend to do?

Find the prince and collect my fee, plus damages.

Every time I don't see you, I forget how beautiful you are.

This is Harry Roo.

Your friends are true Romans.

Fabrizio knows everyone who's doing what to anyone in Roma.

He's made it his business to find out about the elusive Prince Carpiano.

Oh.

Go ahead.

He has a reputation for giving the wildest parties in town, or out of it.

For a guy who's kind of shy of the limelight, how does he manage his guest lists?

Some of the oldest names in Roman society seem to find their

way there if they can come by the proper invitations.

Where would there be? The Carpianos, which means the prince,

are still in possession of a large estate, though it's mostly in ruins,

about five miles outside Rome in the hills.

I know it.

It says the family has gone from bad to perverse in a hundred generations.

How can we get invited to one of these parties?

Would you believe it, darling?

I just happened to have laid hands on a pair of invitations.

They look genuine, don't they?

The man who engraved them does all the best Michelangelos.

Does your friend also go in for counterfeiting diplomatic credentials?

To a true artist, anything is possible, Amore.

Well, darlings, keep the vita dolce.

Oh, by the way, costumes son obligatore. Ciao, Captain.

Ciao.

Well, you certainly know all the right people, love.

Don't be taking it.

Behind that painted facade lurks our man from Milano.

One of the toughest, darling.

How do I look?

Well, if you're real good, I'll let you read the bumps on my head.

He's still curious.

What did you tell him?

Friends of the prince.

Some people seem a little lacking in carnival spirit.

So I have noticed.

Here, here.

Don't smoke. Here, please.

Nice alarm he's got there.

Neat, but not gaudy.

The success of our revolution is now in sight!

The hour for action approaches.

The waiting is over.

We have made an offer to certain Egyptians for the weapons we need so much, so much.

By the Soviet Union, my friends.

We will soon have in our possession the cash

with which to pay them the price they ask, $2,000.

Million in sterling! So that was what was in the real case.

Your car keys, just in case.

They're in the car, just in case.

Excuse me.

Brothers of the new order,

Just hang in here. The Countess might have to make a quick exit.

The enemies of glory!

But now...

Ora il passato sarà vindicato!

La nostra identità da fratelli a fratelli!

Grazie, Gino.

The Prince's party will have a rather different ending from that which he planned.

So, the police hit the jackpot. One prince, six counts, three marcheses.

Should give the prince about eight years to plan his next party.

Incidentally, Harry, what are you carrying around in that case?

There's not another bomb.

Well, something His Highness won't be needing for a while.

What are you going to do with it?

First deduct my fee, then why don't you consider joining me in a joint

That dirty money. We will be landing in Geneva in five minutes.

Harry, we're on the wrong plane. This one isn't going to London.

To Geneva, a city of clocks and banks.

Well, the soul of a man is easy to buy. Everybody's wheelin', everybody's stealin',

all the lower live in a high.