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Ironside. Hello, Robert.

Good morning.

I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed seeing you last night.

It made me feel so very young again.

I was sorry to see the evening end.

Well, then, we owe ourselves another evening.

Tonight? I'll call you.

Bye. Bye.

There was Madame Duvalier, wasn't it?

She's a charming creature. I like her.

There's a difference between detecting and snooping, Ernestine.

We're both involved in solving a mystery.

I wonder what your mystery is, Bob.

You haven't been to Montreal for 20 years.

And suddenly, a woman appears.

A woman not forgotten.

Yes, she must have made quite an impression.

At times, Ernestine, your candor is appalling. Darling.

My candor is frequently appalling.

But at my age, nobody takes any notice anyway.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

All right, where were we?

You are certain about this Bollinger?

He is the same man who left a message for Gauthier?

All we can be sure about is that he is an insurance agent.

Good. For my part, I believe whoever killed Gauthier had to be an electronics

expert. So I am having a list made of every known explosives man in North

America and where they are.

It's good to see you again.

This is a strange place to meet after all these

years. What are you doing here?

Oh, the police called it.

It is my son. They have arrested him. In a revolution, there are no innocent

men. Are you innocent?

What difference does it make? A great deal to your mother.

My money is on a search.

That suggests that Gauthier had something somebody wanted.

Enough to kill him.

Now a pawn turns up in the possession of a dead man in Montreal.

So?

Gauthier was on the case.

I just had to come and...

Tell you that I'll pay his home. Thank you. I don't think the case would have

held up in court.

Still, you were the only one who believed in my son.

The eight hours, a great collection of politicians and big shots will be at the

Saint -Jean -Baptiste Parade. It's later.

This bomb is for them.

That's pretty good.

It should be.

It's an authentic Gainsborough.

Quite true, young lady.

I have two Gainsboroughs. I also have a Serra and I own a Renoir.

Miss Whitfield, Sergeant Brown, please. Thank you. What can I do for you? You're

Mr. Schiller? Carl Schiller?

I am. You own the van back in Chester?

I did.

It was stolen.

Then would you mind telling us how you got one of the pawns? You spoke to

Bollandreau? He said you gave it to him. I should have never dealt with him.

The man's a fool. That pawn has already been responsible for one man's death.

Gautier?

The Van Bessen set was very precious to me.

The insurance company paid me $250 ,000.

But in my eyes, that hardly replaced the set.

And four days ago, the pawn arrived in a mail.

Then a telephone call. A man told me I could have the whole setback for $100

,000 in cash.

Could you describe his voice?

Young, old accent.

I didn't pay that kind of attention.

Why did you go to Bollinger?

I wasn't about to deal with a thief.

Besides, the insurance companies do to gain some of their money back.

But Mr. Bollinger wanted to gamble.

Tried to get the setback for nothing. He took the pawn and called in Gauthier.

He investigated some other cases for the insurance company and was already on

his way here to attend some convention.

How were you to exchange the money for the set?

I was supposed to place an advertisement in the personal column of the evening

newspaper.

We'd like you to place that ad, Mr. Schiller.

This little pawn cost Gautier his life, and I don't know why.

The killer searched his room and obviously failed to find it, yet Gautier

still murdered.

Well, he wasn't killed to get the pawn back.

Elementary, my dear Bob.

He knew something that made him a threat.

He had only been in town for a little while. What could he have discovered?

The answer has to be right here, but I can't see it.

I'd like your lab people to go over it. And can you have Schiller's phone

tapped? We'll set it up. Eve, I want you to stay with Mr. Schiller and wait for

that phone call.

Frank, if I was an out -of -town hood coming here to make a hit, where would

look for me?

Down the other docks. You're going too far.

And how would you like to spend your vacation down near the docks? Sounds

top tourist attraction.

Mark will be our contact.

Now, wait a minute. Once we get those photos of those explosives men, we'll

a better idea of what we're looking for.

Bob, listen. This man is no police officer here.

That's right, sir.

I'm on vacation and plan to see the docks.

See you later.

Bob, how do we know this man is from out of town? I think this killing ties in

with the National Bank robbery.

Even the underworld doesn't know who pulled that job, and that means the

had to be novices. No records, no friends, no connections.

If they have to kill somebody to protect themselves, they wouldn't touch the

underworld pool here.

It would be too risky. They'd go out of town.

Mom!

Bob, they only found out about Gauthier after he checked in Montreal.

So how could he pull in a painkiller from out of town on such a short notice?

He wouldn't have to if he was already here on another job for them. Of course.

The man who was trying to sell the van bastard? Why not?

He's the main threat to the gang right now. If we grab him, we grab them all.

You're magnificent, Bob.

That's true.

When do you have the file on those explosives, man? This evening, early.

Will you bring it to the hotel?

We've narrowed the field to eight explosives experts who might be in

As criminologists, you're all trained to remember facts and faces.

Now, perhaps one of you might have seen one of these people in the hotel, and if

you did, he might be the man we're looking for.

Mark?

Hold it there.

In the lobby of the day before yesterday.

Right, please.

Arnold Beckman, age 36.

Three convictions, two for B &E, one for manslaughter.

Wrote parole in Syracuse, New York, a few weeks ago.

He is an explosives expert, never uses any kind of weapon, and is inordinately

fond of delicatessen food.

How are you doing?

Beautiful. Do you know I can make 400 bucks a day boosting from the warehouses

on the docks? Right on, Matt. You might as well have a vacation with me.

What have you got?

Well, here's your man.

Arnold Beckman. Sharp, mean, and crazy over delicatessen.

Rousseau's got some undercover men looking for him, so watch out you don't

over each other. Thank you.

What are you doing tonight while I'm on my vacation?

Going to a discotheque.

Hang in there.

It was many years ago,

and I was a mere...

a clip of a girl, and he was a handsome young psychiatrist.

I shall always remember Professor Heinrich Hartbaum.

This was the coziest couch in town.

But the 20 guineas a throw, I had an uncomfortable feeling. I have an

uncomfortable feeling now.

Two is company and three is none.

Oh, come on, don't apologize.

I shall leave you.

But first, let me quote a line from my latest novel.

It will swell while it lasted, baby.

But I'm walking out alone.

Good night, killer.

She's lonely, isn't she?

Yes, she is.

How's Robert?

All right.

You have never told me what you think of him.

He seems to be...

Typical of his generation.

Impatient.

Idealistic.

Full of anger.

I don't approve of what Robé is doing.

It terrifies me.

But how can I stop him? I cannot turn him over my knee. All I can do is hope

that the values I gave him as a child will be still strong.

He may have his father's sense of nationalism, but he has my sense of

Where's the morality between us? Robert... Being moral now?

Am I?

Sitting here trying to build something on the foundation of a 20 -year -old

No, you ain't going to speak of it. I have to speak of it. But yesterday we...

Yesterday I asked you what happened and then let you avoid an answer.

I found I can't live with that.

Why not?

What difference will any of it make now? It'll make a great deal of difference.

To us.

For a while after, I wanted to write to you, but I

didn't know what to say.

And then at the man's part, I thought a letter would only open an old wound.

And you married.

Yes, I married.

And Jacques was a fine husband.

Our years together were good.

But I... I thought of you very often.

Even wondered if I still should ride and try to explain.

All right, Robert.

You have forced this on me. On us.

Before we even met, I was already engaged to Jacques.

I believed I loved him.

Then you came in.

Everything was different for me.

I was going to tell him, but... You see, I...

I found out that I was going to have a baby.

And it was his and not yours.

And I just couldn't tell you that.

So I gave you a lie.

But I don't love you.

Now my lie is out.

I got your message.

Hello? Hello!

He's awfully all right.

Schiller said the line went dead. There's a reason.

Probably done by remote control. Oh, I am sure.

The superintendent said he moved in about three days ago.

Claimed his name was Black. No identification at all. Looks to be about

old. Too young to have been involved in the National Bank robbery.

Now, they told Van Basten to set from someone involved in the robbery. That

person had to shut him up.

Well, we'll get the fingerprint report in the morning.

If we are lucky, we'll have his name on file. If we're lucky.

Sorry, closed.

That's all right. I just want some information.

Have you seen this guy before?

You a cop?

No.

A friend of his?

He owe you?

A vacation.

Huh? You see him? He comes in. It's like there's no tomorrow. Freaks out on

pastrami.

I've got one man, a stranger in this city.

He's already got a lead on Beckman. Now, just what have you accomplished?

We're doing the best we can.

The victim's fingerprints were sent to Ottawa and Washington. No records.

He belonged to somebody, a mother, a girlfriend.

Somebody has to miss him soon and look for him. The explosion messed up his

features rather badly.

However, we are having an artist's sketch sent to all the major cities of

America. I don't suppose your people found out one thing about the pawn

I certainly got out of bed the wrong side today. What happened? Nothing.

Fingerprints, negative. Chemical analysis, negative. Dust particles,

Negative, negative, negative. A perfect score.

Come on.

Sit me down.

Did you examine the package the pawn came in? Nothing there either.

Just this little cardboard box.

Nothing else.

This how Claude gave you the pawn?

Yes. Yes, exactly.

Does this package look normal for mailing purposes?

There's nothing in here but the pawn.

No packing.

Nothing to protect a precious object going through the postal system.

Yes, Mr. Ironside, I hear you perfectly.

And you, Mr. Bollinger?

Yes, yes, fine.

Now, pay close attention, please.

I have the pawn you received and the box it came in, but that's all.

Was there anything else in the box when you received it in the mail, Mr.

Schiller? No, nothing. Are you sure the pawn wasn't wrapped in paper and stuffed

into the box?

It certainly was. I remember examining it to see if there were any clues.

It was just plain white writing paper.

Was that paper in the box when you gave it to Claude Gaultier?

It was.

Thank you very much.

Check the stationery stores and manufacturers in the city.

Find out if any of them saw Gaudier.

All of us overlooked the obvious.

Claude did not.

I bring you something cold and refreshing.

Oh, merci, maman.

Merci, madame. You're welcome.

Honestly, Claudette, you are a very good influence.

Keeping Robert at home.

Enjoy your swim. Thank you.

Please, Robert.

Can't you let someone else do it? No.

It was a lottery. It was fair.

Robert.

Innocent people will be there.

Children. No one is innocent.

You don't believe that?

Who speaks in your tongue?

Pierre Fougere?

I am tired of Pierre Fougere.

I am proud of the revolution and the sayings of Mao and the tactics of Che

the teachings of Pierre Fougere, the anarchist. Claudette.

Anarchist.

Do you honestly believe that he is a separatist? Do you think he wants to

a country of Quebec?

Pierre Fougere is a destroyer.

No, Petri, no. We are terrorists and our purpose is to destroy.

To tear down, to terrorize and chase out the English.

And that is what I'm doing. I could be... Moved to tears if I had not heard

same speech from Pierre.

Goodbye, Robert.

Hello?

Yes, just a moment, please.

Mrs. Duvalier.

Robert, I must see you.

Talk to you.

Janina. Please.

We cannot part like this. We must not.

Unless it's what you truly wish.

All right.

Tonight? Dinner? At my home?

8 .30.

Fine.

Then till tonight.

8 .30.

What is this? Let's go, Arnold.

Are you a cop? Show me your badge.

Let's go.

Oh, my God.

You happy?

Yeah, I'm happy. Why shouldn't I be happy?

Chief. Ed.

We just picked up Beckman.

Where did you get that?

Who hired you to kill Goatee?

And the boy.

You might as well talk.

We are going to find him and he will talk anyway.

All right, Arnold.

I'm booking you for possession of stolen property.

And murder.

What? You can't do that. I never killed anybody.

Hey, what do you guys want from me? I got no job. I'm nearly blind.

All right, take him away. I think this is some kind of a frame. You got no

proof. I jumped parole in Syracuse. I demand to be expedited. You guys can't

this. I want to see the American consul. I never killed anybody.

What an actor.

How's your acting, Ed?

behind Beckman will contact him again.

He has to get the Van Basten set. He knows Beckman has it now.

Oh, this is going to make a smashing book.

An absolutely wonderful film.

Hello.

Hi.

It's Eve.

Hello, Eve.

Chief, I think we hit the jackpot.

The S &E stationary shop.

Godier was here.

He showed them a sheet of paper which turned out to be the type they handled

their wealthy clientele. He took a list of names of their regular customers.

Did you get them?

Yes, there are 20 names.

Take them down to headquarters and ask Frank to check them out.

Let me know what you find.

On my way.

Well, Ernestine, we're making progress.

Yes, yes.

I wonder what's a good name for a murderer.

Robert? He will be here any minute. You have to change for dinner.

I'm not hungry.

I'm not hungry.

All right.

But I want you to change anyway.

Maman, do you hear me?

And do you hear me?

That man is very dear to me.

You even bear his name, Robert.

Even his name.

And I want you to meet and to be friends.

He's English, Maman. He's English and he has no business here.

This is the home of Jacques Duvalier.

I know whose home this is.

What kind of twisted vision do you have? Would that man be in this house if my

father were alive?

No, Robert.

He would not.

But not because he is English.

Because I once loved him.

It's 47.

Remember?

Come in, brother.

What are you up to?

Big things, man.

Big, big things. Yeah, you gonna blow up a dog house. What do you want to put me

down for? We're after the same things, you and me.

Freedom, baby. Hey, man, don't come on to me about freedom.

What I'm interested in is rights.

Rights, man.

And that means I'm not interested in taking away anybody's ultimate right by

killing it.

You dig? You don't understand the situation, English. I understand if the

wanted a separate Quebec, they would have voted for it a long time ago. The

people are brainwashed. Yeah, yeah.

You're right and everybody else is wrong.

And you'll help them, even if it kills them.

Paranoia. That's your bag, not mine.

You're wrong, English.

You know,

when I opened the door tonight, I... I was frightened.

You... There's a cold and distant on the phone.

But then when you smiled, I... I somehow knew it would turn out right between

us.

It will, Robert?

I think so.

You know why I let you go like that last night?

You hated me.

I've heard you again.

It wasn't hate.

It was anger.

I discovered that I'd turned the wrong way at a fork in the road because

somebody switched the signs.

Last night, when I found out the truth, I began to...

To curse every pothole I ever hit on that wrong rug.

You switched the signs, Janine.

You told me a lie out of pride and I accepted it without question.

My little game of pride.

We had no right to do that to each other.

Now we're looking back over 20 years and remembering.

And I'm angry I have to do that.

But that's my problem.

And I have no right to hurt you for what was also my fault.

why I had to see you again.

To find out if there was a chance for the future.

And is there?

Bonsoir. Oh, Robert.

May I join you?

Of course.

Hello, Robert.

Monsieur?

I'm very glad that you're here, Robert.

I was just going to ask Mr. Ironside to join us tomorrow at the parade.

Traitors. This bomb is for them.

Mais pourquoi?

Because he has never been, and I thought he might share our patron saint with us

for one day. We haven't gone to the parade since I was a child.

All the more reason to go now.

If thousands of French Canadians go, why not us?

Or do you have other plans?

No. Then it's settled.

And now, wasn't there something you wanted to say to Monsieur Aranzac?

I wish to thank you for helping me out of jail. Was that difficult?

No. You didn't do the bombing.

May I ask you something personal?

You may ask.

But I may decide not to answer.

Have you... Have you ever killed anyone?

Robert!

Yes, I have.

And what did you think after you killed someone?

I was sorry he was dead.

And glad I wasn't.

Excuse me.

Allow me to ask you a question.

Fine, thank you. And you? Have you ever killed anyone?

Robert, it's Frank Rousseau.

Hello, Frank.

Sorry to interrupt your dinner, but I thought you would want to know.

We now have positive identification on the boy.

His name is Bert Manetta.

He was working for a Leon Karp as a gardener.

One thing more.

The list of names from the stationary shop?

Leon Karp is one of them.

I'd like to help you, gentlemen.

I just don't know what happened.

He came in to me Saturday and asked for his pay. He said he had another job.

He was very polite, apologized for not having given notice.

The boy is dead, Mr. Karp.

I'm sorry to hear that. How?

The bomb explosion.

An accident?

We did not think so.

That's quite a set, Mr. Karp. Thank you. You a chess enthusiast?

I dabble in it.

Could we see the boys' room?

If you like.

But he took everything.

He stripped it bare.

There wasn't much there to begin with.

He used to go home on Thursdays with his laundry.

Well, thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Karp.

Always happy to help out the police.

That's quite a set.

Have, uh...

You ever heard of the Van Basten chess set?

Where can I get it?

I wish I could help you.

Hi. Coffee?

Oh, thanks.

I went through the files at headquarters.

Mr. Karp has no record and no apparent connection with the underworld.

He was an accountant for a small construction firm until five years ago,

bought the firm and turned it into a going concern.

Five years ago.

One year after the national bank robbery.

You think he was involved?

The one who picked up the Van Basten chess set.

All right, then why don't we pick him up? Unless we can connect Karp to the

Basten set, we don't have a case against him.

Or Beckman.

Hello? Who is this?

Who is it?

Where's my money?

Why weren't you at the delicatessen I called?

I'm sick. I think I got food poisoning. Where's my money?

Ironside. I'm to take the set to a telephone booth at the corner of

and St. Denis.

Be there at 12 .30.

That gives us plenty of time to get ready.

We'll be watching you.

And Ed.

Do exactly what he tells you.

Morning. Come in. Morning. Coffee?

No.

Problems? Everything.

The telephone booth that is going to is right in the middle of the parade route.

We can't lose sight of him, Frank.

Once he leaves that booth, we'll have no idea where he's going.

Well, then get a hold of him and tell him everything is off. I cannot spare a

man.

We just had a phone tip that there is a bomb in one of the floats. And I need

every man I have to look for. Even the Prime Minister will be there. Call off

the parade.

If I call off that parade, I will have a riot. We don't need unicorns.

All we need are eyes.

It's many years since I handled a stakeout, but it's a nice sunny day.

I knew I could count on all of you.

Shall I wear a disguise?

Hello?

Oh, Robert, I was just going to call you. I'm afraid I won't be able to go to

the parade with you. Robert, they are making my son a murderer.

I must see you.

Will you come, please?

I don't... Know where the bomb is.

Robert wouldn't tell me.

You know where he is.

Maybe. Show us.

I want you to stay with Janine. I can't just stay here and wait.

I'm coming with you.

Somebody talked.

The police are all over the parade route with the bomb that was in a quick

month.

It had to be Claudette. It was I.

I called the police.

Why? Because our role is to terrorize and create chaos, and that's what I'm

doing. But suppose they find the bomb? It doesn't matter. It won't explode

anyway.

You didn't set it.

That's right.

But you fool!

This is a revolution and you play tricks and laugh at us.

Is this what this revolution is for?

So the world will not laugh at Pierre Fougere.

Is your ego so magnificent that it will accept the death of others as applause?

My father would spit on you.

Your father had more courage than his son.

My father would not have sent someone to do a job that he would have done.

Bravo, Robert.

Oh, hey.

He has failed his mission. I know.

But his mission has not failed.

I set the detonator myself.

Sit down.

You're crazy.

History will not think so.

The bomb is set for 1 o 'clock. It's under the reviewing stand.

I've got 15 minutes.

Hey. The gun, huh?

I'm sorry, I'm quick.

Okay. Okay.

Eden? Well, Frank, I was afraid you wouldn't make it. I thought I'd give you

happy send -off.

Mr. Carter, good thanks. Thanks. We are rounding up the rest of the National

Bank teams.

Hey, Bank Carter?

Two schoolteachers, a welder, and a dancing instructor.

What kind of dancing?

Ballroom. Ballroom?

In my novel, I'm going to make it flamenco.

Sexier.

Pavel, there is someone else here to see you off.

Yes, I know.

Where you at, Ruby, Mark?

Already stamped.

I couldn't let you go without saying thank you for my son.

He'll be all right, Janine.

He reached his fork in the road and he turned the right way.

He won't need a second chance.

Oh, Robert, I was afraid that... Don't be afraid.

San Francisco is a beautiful city.

Will you share it with me?

Oh, yes.