All language subtitles for 202. Propellant 23

(theme music playing)

Woman:
Monsieur Meyer.

Monsieur Meyer.

Yes?

A wireless message
for you, monsieur.

- It has just come through.
- Thank you.

(German accent)
I must talk to the captain.

Monsieur Meyer,
it's against the rules.

No one's allowed inside
in the pilot's cabin!

But you don't understand.
It's a matter of life
and death.

Try to calm down.
Go back to your seat.

I'll ask the captain
to come and see you there.

I'm not going back to my seat.
I'm not going back.

Monsieur Meyer,
try to be reasonable.

- I must speak to the captain.
- Robert, go and take a look.

Right. Sir.

- Tricola V to Marseilles.
- Monsieur Meyer, please.

Let me through.

All right, calm down.
Now, what's wrong, Janette?

I don't know, I gave him
the wireless message.

Next thing I know, he's
demanding to see the captain.

- Yes, I must speak to him.
- Says it's a matter
of life and death.

- What's his name?
- Meyer.

- What was the message?
- It seems harmless
enough to me.

Something about somebody
not meeting him.

Well, Monsieur Meyer,
what's the trouble?

I told you, I must talk to
the captain at once.

You can't talk to
the captain just like that.

- For heaven's sake,
don't you realize...
- All right, all right.

Go back to your seat,
and I'll get him to come
to you as soon as he can.

But you don't understand.
All right.

- Hey.
- Captain!

- Robert, what's going on?
- This is Monsieur Meyer, sir.

It seems he wants
to talk to you.

So I gather.

All right, you take over.

All right, Janette,
carry on.

It's all right.
I'm not armed.

A formality, monsieur.

If you push your way
into the captain's cabin,
you must expect it.

- What exactly is the matter?
- He had this wireless message...

Let him tell me.
Well, monsieur?

Someone is...

going to kill me.

Excuse me. I was sitting
across from Mr. Meyer.

Oh, yes. Monsieur...

Manning. Is there anything
I can do, to help I mean?

I'm sure the captain
can deal with it.

Oh. Well, I only thought...

I'll serve another
cup of coffee in a moment.

It will calm us all down
before we land.

You took yours black,
didn't you?

How clever of you to remember,
Mademoiselle...

Shirley.

Cigarette?

No.

You live in Marseilles?

A few kilometers away.

I'm gonna be in Marseilles
several days on business.

Really, monsieur.
How nice.

You must forgive me,
monsieur,

if I don't seem to
take you very seriously.

But you say someone
is going to kill you,

and yet you have
no idea who or why.

Please, captain,
all I want is to be allowed

to stay in the cabin with you
where I'm safe.

Really, this nonsense
has gone on long enough.
It's quite impossible.

I won't give you
any trouble, I promise.

We'll be landing at Marseilles
in half an hour.

- Why don't you
go back to your seat?
- That's what they all say.

But you must let me stay here.
He can't reach me here.

- But who can't reach you?
- I tell you, I don't know!

But he's going to...
To kill me!

Please, captain,
let me stay. Please.

What is it?

My... my heart,
it's not good and...

and all this excitement...

Please, captain,
let me stay.

Monsieur Meyer, you dropped this
just now outside the door.

What's the matter now?

It's nothing.
I feel a... a bit faint.

That is all.

You...
You will let me stay...

won't you?

- What's wrong with the man?
- Oh, heavens knows.

Captain, I'm just about
to serve another cup of coffee.

Shall I help Monsieur Meyer
back to his seat?

Let him stay where he is
for a while.

Bring him his coffee
in here.

He's ill. Crazy,
I shouldn't wonder.

Robert, keep an eye on him.

If he does start any trouble,
at least we'll be ready
for him, right?

Yes, sir.

Good morning.

What's so urgent
that you must telephone me

in the middle of the night
to get me here?

I'm meeting the plane
from Tripoli.

There's a man
on board called Meyer.
He's got a package.

He's gonna give me that package,
and I'm gonna take it to London.

Really?
What's in the package?

Hah. I don't know.

Typical.

Hey, hold on.
Where you going?

- Back to Toulon.
- No, but you don't understand!

Whatever's in that package,

it is absolutely vital
that I get hold of it.

If I don't, well, governments
will fall, chaos will ensue.

How can you possibly say that
if you don't know what's in it?

Some sort of sixth sense,
you know?

We get it in my job.

I got it at the briefing
this morning.

All right, but I must be
back in Toulon by midday.

You will.
What are you doing there?

- Seeing some friends.
- Oh. Party?

Not quite.

And who are they?

They're from the Keningau
province in Borneo.

- Where?
- Keningau.

Oh.

That boy died of malnutrition
when he was four.

Many of them don't even
reach that age.

They're sending out
a medical expedition,

and they thought I might be
useful as I was there last year.

Oh, I see.

- Do you?
- Yeah, of course I do.

Now, the plane'll be here
in 20 minutes.

Meyer needs help.

Someone's after him,
trying to kill him.

He's made a detour
of over a thousand miles

to try and avoid them,
but without any luck.

- What do you want me to do?
- I want you to take him

to a special rendezvous
outside Marseilles.

Now, he'll tell you where.

I'll meet
the plane and send him
straight out to you.

Why don't you just put him
in a cab?

It's not just
a fast driver we w...

We want to get him away, yes,
but the chances are

that they'll think
that he still has the package.

You've got it all worked out,
haven't you?

- How exactly do you fit in?
- (plane engine roars above)

I'm gonna take the package
to London!

Unless, of course,
you'd rather.

I've already told you.
I'm committed.

Oh, yes. Koana...
Whatever its name is.

It's lucky
I got hold of you.

That's a matter
of opinion.

Good morning, lieutenant.

What? Oh.

How is the hangover
this morning?

You ought to give it up,
you know, working, I mean.

What does that hovel
of a hotel pay you, eh?

- I get paid on commission.
- On commission.

And how many bookings
have you got this week?

Lieutenant,
how about a cassis, eh?

They say it makes
the hair grow.

Hello, Curly.

What's up?

Plenty. And stop
calling me Curly.

All right,
keep your hair on.

Oh, Pierre.

Are the treatments
doing it good, isn't it?

So it should
at 25 francs a time. Hmm?

- It's all fluffy.
- It's more than that.

Come on, Pierre,
it's your move.

As you two seem so intent
on your game,

I won't bother you
with the news.

What news?

Plane from Tripoli.

Tricola V?
What about her?

Trouble aboard.
One of the passengers.

Oh, good.
What sort of trouble?

I've been detailed
to get two men

and stand by on the runway.

She must be on schedule or
Control would've phoned us here.

She'll be here in nine,
no, ten minutes.

Come on, Pierre,
we better stand by.

Well, who knows?

Come on, Laure.
Let's have one.

No, Jacques.

Aw, come on, just one.

No. I think you've
had enough already.

At least pass the bottle over.
Let's smell the cork.

Oh, Jacques,
why can't you stop?

- Why don't you try?
- I do try.

You're an educated man.

You shouldn't be touting
for a third-rate hotel.

Aw, for heaven's sakes,
stop preaching.

I'm sorry, Jacques.

- Coffee. Sweet, black, and hot.
- Hmm.

See to the passengers, Janette.
We're joining the circuit.

Robert, don't take your eyes
off Meyer.

Right, sir.

Five minutes to go.

Oh, I've got something
for you.

Little present.
It may come in handy.

Handy for what?

I'll show you.

It breaks this way.

Ah... (speaks French)
How fascinating.

Yes, isn't it.

If Marie Antoinette
had had one of those,

the Bastille
might never have fallen.

Marie Antoinette
was never in the Bastille.

Holds ten rounds, .22.
Where are they?

Oh, the bullets. Here.
Here they are.

- How silly of me.
- Thank you.

They were used at one time
by the ladies of Paris

to defend themselves.

I better go, and keep your eye
glued on that entrance.

- I'll send him out
as soon as possible.
- What's he look like?

It might help,
mightn't it?

Stocky, grey-haired,
glasses, Austrian.

I don't think
he'll miss you. Au revoir.

Woman over P.A.
Mesdames et messieurs...

Air Sud wishes to announce
the arrival of flight 1-1-8

from Tripoli...

(continues indistinctly)

please
wait in the passenger hold
after clearance from customs.

Air Sud announces the arrival
of flight 1-1-8 from Tripoli.

(Steed mutters)

Are they still in customs,
you know?

Ja.
Um, I think so.

Hmm. Terrible bore
hanging about
in airports, isn't it?

Yes, yes, it is.

Like a cigarette?
Oh, you got one.

They're usually
on time.

Have you seen
the new airport
in New York?

- No, no.
- Not the old one,
the new one.

Funny thing,
dear old London,

building a whole new airport
before New York.

Ahem... very
interesting, I'm sure.

Waiting for someone?

Yes.

Girlfriend?

Um... yes.

Oh, lucky fella.

Excuse me. May I recommend
a very good hotel?

It's just been modernized.
It's very, very central.

Monsieur, please take a card.
It's very central.

Highly recommended.
Madam, please take this card.

It's a very, very good hotel.
It's highly recommended.

Oh, miss, excuse me, were you
on the plane from Tripoli?

- Yes, sir.
- Was there a man
called Meyer on board?

- Yes. Are you waiting for him?
- Yes. I'm a friend of his.

Monsieur Meyer's
just coming, sir.

He's with Captain Legros
and a member of
the airport police.

- Police?
- Yes, monsieur, the police.

It's been a pretty hectic
flight for you.

Oh, I shall be glad to get home.

Perhaps you'll allow me
to give you a lift to my car.

- There's one here to meet me.
- Thank you, Monsieur Manning.

Paul, please.

Janette.
I'll just go make my report.

- Where shall I meet you?
- Gate three.

- Right.
- Won't be long.

Yes, get him through here.

- He's got a bad heart.
- Get him up here.

Up with him.

That's it. Gently.

Gently.

Legros: Get his legs up.

- Meyer.
- Stand back, please.

- I'm a friend of his.
- Don't crowd around, please.

Give him room.
Laure, cognac.

Stand back there.
Get the doctor.

- May I help?
- No, thank you. Stand away.

Thank you.

Oh, good. Meyer. Meyer.
What happened?

I don't know. He was behaving
very strangely on the plane.

- What do you mean?
- He pushed his way
into my cabin

and said someone was trying
to kill him. He's a sick man.

- Let me talk to him.
- Where's that wretched doctor?

Meyer. Meyer, this is Steed.

The package, where is it?

How is he?

He's dead.

Dead?

Henri, take charge here.

May I have a word with you,
please, monsieur?

Certainly, yes.

Uh, may I see your passport,
please, monsieur?

- My passport?
- You were a witness.

Apparently you knew
the dead man.

It would be useful to have
your name in the event of
any further inquiries.

By all means.

Thank you.

Oh.

Monsieur John Steed.

- 5 Westminster Mews, London.
- 5 Westminster Mews, London.

Oh. Thank you very much,
Lieutenant.

You are in France on business,
Monsieur Steed?

Yeah, 'fraid so.

How well did you know
Monsieur Meyer?

Oh, we met from time to time,
you know, on business.

Was it you, by any chance,

who sent him a wireless message
during the flight?

Yes, I did. Why?

Captain Legros says that it was
after he received this message

that Monsieur Meyer
became extremely upset.

Oh, that's hardly
my fault, is it?

Oh, no, but apparently
it was something to the effect

that you would not be able to
meet him. Is that right?

Quite right. I thought
I wouldn't be able to meet him.

It's not the most convenient
time for business meetings, eh?

Exactly,
and yet here you are.

What made you change
your mind?

Look here, lieutenant, this is
no time for interrogations!

Oh, no, no, not at all,
but a man has died.

I have a report to fill in.
That is all.

Yes, you're quite right.
I was at a party.

I thought I might as well
meet Meyer after all.

It seemed the kindly
sort of thing to do.

Yes, I understand, monsieur.

Then that's quite all right.
Thank you very much.

Oh.

Thank you. Oh, I comple...

Monsieur?

About his luggage.
Do you know what happened to it?

- His luggage, monsieur?
- He did have some, didn't he?

We haven't found any
aboard the plane.

Not even a briefcase?

Ah, yes, I believe
he did have a briefcase.

That's more like it.
There's some very important
business papers in it for me.

Do you know where
I might find it?

I imagine the case will have
been taken care of by customs.

- Would you like me to inquire?
- Oh, that's all right.

I wouldn't trouble.
Should be all right
in customs, shouldn't it?

That's very true, monsieur.
Thank you, Monsieur Steed.

I hope we won't have to
trouble you again.

That's no trouble,
lieutenant. Thank you.

What happened
to your queen?

- Monsieur.
- Monsieur.

It was a terrible thing
about Mr. Meyer.

- Yes, terrible.
- I was a friend of his.

Were you, monsieur?

That briefcase. It wouldn't be
Mr. Meyer's, would it?

- Yes, monsieur, it is.
- I'm so glad I bumped into you.

I've been most
terribly worried.

He asked me to take it
back to London for him.

- Did he, monsieur?
- It was his last request.

He wanted me to take it
to his family, and I...

It's a terrible thing.
I thought I might
be able to help,

save delays, formalities.

- That's very strange, monsieur.
- Why is that?

You're the second Englishman
in 20 minutes

- who's offered to take charge
of the briefcase.
- Really?

May I ask why you and the other
gentleman are so concerned?

I can't answer
for the other gentleman,

but as far as I'm concerned,
it contains business matters,

but relating to
Mr. Meyer's family.

On the contrary, the briefcase
contains nothing of importance.

Spare shirt, shaving kit.

Nothing his family
could want in a hurry.

Absolutely astounded.
Mr. Meyer was so insistent.

Oh, I completely recognize
your position, lieutenant,

but is it impossible for you
to let me have this?

I'm afraid so, monsieur.

Are you sure you can't
stretch a point?

I'm sorry.

I'll have to get on to
the authorities in the morning.

- Yes, you do that, monsieur.
- Lieutenant. Yeah.

- What did he want?
- This.

Oh, yes, he was asking me
about that.

Did you want me
to give it to him?

No, I don't.

I think I better lock this
away for the night.

Good night, monsieur.

Good night.

Haven't you any respect
for the dead?

Tell me, what's got into you
tonight, lieutenant?

- No luck with the lottery?
- I should've thought

it was about time
you got back to your hotel.

They'll be very pleased to see
all the customers you've got.

Well, where's Mr. Meyer?

- He's dead.
- How?

Heart attack, they think.

But you don't.

It hasn't got
the right symptoms.

Cyanosing around the lips,
enlargement of the pupils.

It must be something in
the hex0barbitone group.

If he'd held on
five seconds more,

I could've got out of him
where the package was.

- You mean
you didn't get it?
- No.

- He didn't have it on him?
- Not as far as I could see.

It's not that easy
to search a dead body
in public,

particularly as there was
a rather sinister-looking German

right next door to me

seemed as interested in him
as I was.

What about his luggage?

He only had a briefcase.
It's in an office.

It won't be there long.

As soon as the light
in that office is out,

I'm off across the car park
and in through the window.

Oh, incidentally,
the customs officer told me

that there
was another Englishman

after the briefcase as well.

An Englishman, a German.
How did the French get left out?

The French provided me
with my one ugly moment.

- You know that message
I sent Meyer?
- Mm-hmm.

The airport officials
knew all about it.

Fortunately, they had a rather
dim-witted official there.

Otherwise, the cat would've
been amongst the pigeons.

Unable to meet you in Marseille,
and there you are large as life.

- I'm not surprised.
- Well, it was in code.

I should get yourself
a new code book.

Come on. Haven't you got
homes to go to?

That's the lot... receipts,
bills of lading, all correct.

I've locked Meyer's briefcase
in the cabinet.

Good. Be glad to get home
tonight, eh?

You bet. You coming?

No. I've got to initial these.
Look at the time.

I've got to be on again
in the morning.

Ah, well.
Good night, Roland.

Good night.

Hello, Kelly.
Had a busy night?

Why couldn't he have died
somewhere else?

- Kelly.
- Huh?

- Look, put this in your pocket.
- What is it?

- Bottle of hair restorer.
- What?

I'm sorry I made fun
of your hair earlier on.

- If this is a joke...
- It's a peace offering, Curly.

- Where'd you get it?
- Meyer's bag.

- Meyer's?
- Well, he won't
be using it anymore.

For heaven's sake,
don't flash it around.

Shouldn't have
taken this.

Still, uh, well,
uh... thanks.

- You never know.
May do some good.
- Yes.

- And it is free.
- Yes.

Are you still here?
Thought you were tired.

I'm just saying
good night to Curly.

Yes, good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Poor Curly.

Doesn't like his routine
interfered with, does he?

You never know, the shock
may work a miracle cure.

The light's out.

What are you waiting for?

I'll give it
another ten minutes.

Time to go.
I'll be off.

Be enough light
from the flare pass.

(door closes)

Start the engine. Hit it
as soon as I get back.

Hit what?

(door slams)

- Well?
- Not a thing.
There's no package.

- You sure?
- Of course I'm sure.

No false compartments.
Nothing in the lining.

Nothing in the backs
of the hair brushes,
in the soles of the slippers

or between the pages
of the books.

I squeezed out
the tube of toothpaste and
the tube of shaving cream...

- I'm emptied the fountain pen...
- All right, I'm very,
very sorry.

- How do you like this?
- A bit small.

Never.

You sure the bag didn't open
in the office during the fight?

Yep.

How do you feel now,
by the way?

I have a very stiff leg.

Luckily we landed against
the filing cabinets

and he was under me.

Yes, monsieur?

Oh, mademoiselle.
We haven't quite decided yet.

That's rather pretty,
don't you think?

Yes. Uh, have you
got it in black?

Black's so obvious.

Yes, isn't it?

Do you think you killed him?

- I didn't wait to examine.
- That's in character.

You really are in trouble
if he's dead.

You don't have to
tell me that. What luck.

(telephone rings)

Hello? Who?
Oh, Monsieur Steed?

Yes, mademoiselle, that's me.

Do you always arrange
to take your calls in
a lingerie department?

If humanly possible.

It's a delightful store
you have here, mademoiselle.

Thank you, monsieur.

You don't get stuff
like this in England.

How sad for you, monsieur.

Mm. Yes, I suppose it is.

(police whistle blows)

- Yeah. Steed.
- Steed?

- Is that head office?
- Yes.

That's head office, eh? Right.

I'm speaking loud 'cause
I've got the most terrible line,

but you know that consignment
you asked me to deliver?

I'm having export trouble
with it.

Trouble? What sort of trouble?

You could give me few details.

You know we've got our rivals
there after the same property.

I see. Well, it's a specimen tin
of fruit juice.

Fruit juice?

A new line we're trying
from Shanghai.

Oh, yes, good old Shanghai.

How many competitors
do we have?

Oh, a couple so far.

Two. Well, you must expect
these little difficulties.

And, Steed...

Yes.

Let's have no more slip-ups.

Ah, my dear.
Thank you so much.

(sighs)

Tin of fruit juice
from Shanghai.

What is?

The package.

And what does your code book
make of that?

The current issue says Shanghai
means the Chinese rocket,

the one there's been
all the rumors of.

The one they've been testing
in the Gobi desert.

Mm-hmm. Yes.
The fruit juice is the fuel.

It's absolutely
fantastic stuff.

Propellant 23
is the technical name.

Yes. Well, anyway, Meyer
was gonna take it home.

It's so confidential,
they won't even let me
know about it.

How wise.

Now, if it's a liquid,

we're looking for
a container of some kind.

Yes, I think it's safe
to say that.

We know it's not
in the briefcase,

so it must've been
somewhere on his person.

I think the airport police
would've removed it
from his person by now.

The obvious place to start
looking is the airport.

Reasonable deduction.
It just has one snag.

After last night,
I can't go back there.

- This is your big chance.
- I'm so glad.

Have you decided yet,
monsieur?

I'll take you, mademoiselle.

Yes, monsieur,
and anything else?

Oh, yes.
Yes. Certainly.

I'll take... ah.
I'll take this and these.

Thank you, monsieur.

Get down to the airport.

Ask questions,
discreetly, of course.

No, you needn't bother
to wrap them. How much is it?

53 francs 30.

53 francs 30. Fine.

You can take those.
Come in very handy in Kua...

You know, what's his name.
53.30?

- Yes.
- 53... Your coin money.

- Darling.
- No, Paul.

I'm sorry, but I'll lose my job
if you're found here.

No, I'm sorry, but you
shouldn't be on the plane.

- I'm not doing any harm.
- Yes. You're upsetting
the air hostess.

Now, Paul,
let me finish my list.

You have another look for
your lighter, then we can go.

I don't think
there's much point anymore.
It doesn't seem to be here.

You were sitting
on the other side.

Yes, I know, but
I thought it might've slid
or been kicked over here.

No luck?

- Well, I'm afraid not.
- Never mind.

After this trip, the plane gets
a thorough cleaning.

If your lighter turns up,
I'll send it to you.

Maybe you won't need to.
I may still be in Marseilles.

Really?

My business is taking longer
than I expected.

- Glad?
- Yes.

How long before
you're off duty?

I have to make a report at 12:00
about last night's business,

- then I'm free.
- Fine.

Poor Monsieur Meyer.

We all thought
he'd had a heart attack.

Do they know how
he took the poison?

No. I suppose he had some pills.
Maybe he took it in his coffee.

Coffee?

Coffee he drank
before he collapsed.

Remember, you helped me
carry the tray round.

Oh, so I did.

Captain Legros thinks they'll
investigate it as a murder.

Why on earth
should they do that?

I think they always
start off like that.

Thinking the worst of people?
Who'd want to bump off Meyer?

No one, of course.

Anyway, if it was poison,
how would they give it to him?

In his coffee?

Well, that's it...
Well, I didn't do it.

I'm the only one who could've
put it in his coffee.

I could've done it.

I suppose Robert
will be a suspect, too,

- and Captain Legros.
- Yeah.

Ah, so this is where
it all happens.

That's silly, Monsieur Meyer
obviously committed suicide.

Probably wasn't
in his coffee, either.

There's a much better way.

- Oh?
- Much more likely, too.

- What way?
- The flask.

- What flask?
- The flask he carried
in his pocket.

Customs officer said nothing
to me about a flask.

I saw it.

You weren't the only one

who dropped something
during the flight.

I wonder where it's got to.
It might be an important
piece of evidence.

Perhaps he dropped it
on the tarmac

or in passenger lounge,
could be anywhere.

Somebody's
obviously picked it up.

Yes. I wonder who'd know
if it had been found.

- The police?
- Yes, but anyone else?

Laure.
She's a friend of mine.

- Laure?
- The barmaid.

Ah, yes.

Or Curly,
the airport policeman.

Or Jacques Tissot.

He's always hanging around
the lounge.

He can't stop drinking.

If he found it,
he'd probably drain it and
sell it for another round.

- Would he?
- Darling, we must go.

Oh, yes, of course.
I was waiting for you.

- I've got a phone call
to make anyway.
- Okay.

- Morning, Laure.
- Morning.

- Coffee, please.
- And a packet of the usual?

- Yes, please.
- You're early.

I thought you didn't
come on till 12:00.

It's because of the robbery.
I have to make a statement
to the police.

Why isn't Curly here?

He was here, much earlier.

Grumbling because
it was his day off.

Saying his health would suffer
from lack of sleep.

That's right.

Hey, tell me,
what happened last night?

Cigarette?

Excuse me.
Yes, madam?

I'd like a packet
of cigarettes, please.

- Certainly, madam, which sort?
- Those will do.

Thank you, madam.
1.85.

I think I'd like
a cup of coffee, too, please.

Good morning.

Good morning, madam.

Thank you, madam.

Thank you.

I hear there must've been
quite a fight last night.

I'll say, the place
was in a terrible mess.

- What did the police say?
- Oh, nothing as usual.

Except they're looking
for an Englishman,

someone called Steed.

Apparently Roland
was speaking to him last night,

and he was asking Roland
to give him the briefcase
belonging to Meyer.

You know, the passenger
who killed himself.

I suppose the police think that
Steed's the one who broke in

because he wanted
Meyer's briefcase.

- But why?
- How should I know?

Excuse me,
I couldn't help overhearing.

You say an Englishman
was involved

- in a fight last night?
- That's right, madam.

- And the police can't find him?
- Not yet, but they will.

Who was he fighting with?

I have no idea, madam.
One of them was hurt, though.

- And he only took a briefcase.
- Apparently.

I suppose there was something
very valuable in it.

Nothing at all.

I had to list
the contents officially.

Well, excuse me, madam.
I must go. Laure?

Pierre.

- How much is that?
- 3.50.

There we are.
Oh, it's always the same.

I never get a chance
to finish a cup of coffee.

Thank you.
Au revoir, madam.

Au revoir.

How much do I owe you?

3.50, please, madam.

Thank you.

Oh, I... I seem to have lost
my cigarettes.

Are they in your bag,
madam?

No. No, they're not.
They were here on the counter.

- Thank you.
- Oh, I know.

Pierre must've taken them
by mistake.

His are the same brand.
I'll ring him for you.

Oh, no, don't bother.
Is that his office over there?

- Yes, madam.
- I'll pop in and get them.

- Sure, madam?
- Yes, thank you.

Come in.

Yes, madam?

Oh, excuse me.

I think you picked up
my cigarettes by mistake.

Oh, I'm very sorry, madam.

That's all right. So,
this is where it all happened.

Yes. Of course, we've
tidied up a bit by now.

And the briefcase
was in here?

Yes. You can see where
they forced the lock.

Yes. And poor Monsieur Meyer
poisoned himself.

Well, it begins to look
a bit like it.

Do you think the poison
was in the briefcase?

Oh, no, there was
no poison there.

Nothing that a poison
could've been in?
A bottle, for instance?

A bottle.

Oh, no, madam,
there was no bottle there.

- Are you certain?
- Pierre.

I think that's a matter for
the police, don't you, madam?

Yes, I suppose it is.

Would you mind letting me
have your name, please?

Gale. Catherine Gale.

I was only concerned
about the poison.

- Why?
- Seems to me a bit dangerous

to have a bottle of poison
lying around.

I'm sure there's no need
for you to concern yourself
about that, madam.

I'm sorry, monsieur,
I seem to have taken up

- rather a lot of your time.
- Not at all.

Before you go,
would you mind giving me
the name of your hotel?

- My hotel?
- Yes, your hotel.

Hotel Des Saints Peres.

Hotel Des Saints Peres.
Thank you, madam.

- Good day.
- Good day, madam.

Good day.

(dials telephone)

Who you ringing?

The police. I find
the lady's anxiety curious,

and it will be of interest
to the police.

All this talk of a bottle.

No use.
I can't help worrying.

He's always here
to meet every plane.

What can
have happened to him?

Oh, Laure, you're so weak,
bothering about a man like that.

No. There's a lot of good
in Jacques.

I know, if only he had someone
to look after him.

What can have happened to him?
He's going to lose his job.

You really are worried
about him, aren't you?

Yes.

Don't tell me you've
fallen in love with him.

And why not?

All right, Laure,
what do you want me to do?

Look, Janette,
this is one of his cards.

The hotel where he works.
He has a room there.

Please, will you go and see
if he's all right?

It's by Saint Honoré.
It's not very attractive.

I have to make my report
to this meeting soon.

But it's not till 12:00,
is it?

If you take a taxi,
I will give you the money.

You could be back
long before then.

Please, Janette.
Who else can I ask?
I can't leave the bar.

I know he's got himself
into some kind of trouble.

All right.

Oh, thank you.
Bless you.

Don't bless me. I'm not
doing you much of a favor,

not with the type like Jacques.

- Excuse me.
- Yes, madam.

I've lost something, and
I wondered if you could help me.

What have you lost, madam?

It's rather difficult
to describe. It's a bottle.

Have you tried our lost property
department, madam?

Yes, I have, but they suggested
that I come to you

because I think I must have
lost it around here.

What was in this bottle,
some sort of drink?

Well, a sort of alcohol, yes.

I suppose Jacques
could've found your bottle.

Jacques? Jacques who?

Jacques Tissot.
He works one of the hotels.

Why should you think
he might have it?

He's not a thief
or anything like that,

but if your bottle contained
cognac or some sort of drink,

he wouldn't be able
to resist it.

- He wouldn't steal
anything else.
- Look, where can I find him?

- He hasn't come on duty.
- Is he ill?

If he's found a bottle,
he'll be drunk

or with one of his hangovers.

If he drinks that stuff,
he'll have a hangover all right.

What's his address?

You are the second person
who has asked me that question.

I know he has done
something wrong.

Who was the first,
a policeman?

No, an Englishman.

This Jacque Tissot,
I must find him. Where is he?

Here is his address.

He works for this hotel.
He has a room there.

- It's got the phone number?
- It's no use ringing the hotel.

They refuse to fetch him.
I've tried three times,
and they put the phone down.

Hotel Excelsior.
32 Rue Gallieni. Right.

Hurry, Steed,
If he drinks that stuff,
it'll tear his insides out.

Okay, what else
did you find out?

- You didn't kill that man.
- Well, that's a relief.

But the police are out
looking for you. Now hurry.

All right. Hey, by the way,
how do you spell it?

What? Excelsior?

No. Koana de Judg...
I can't even pronounce it.

- Oh, Mrs. Gale.
- Yes?

- Mrs. Gale, how did you
guess about the bottle?
- What?

You knew all the time there
was a bottle in that briefcase.

- Oh, well, I had an idea.
- I didn't think it'd matter.

It was only a bottle
of hair restorer.

Hair restorer?
What did you do with it?

I gave it to Lieutenant Leclerc.
You see, he's almost bald.

I thought I'd be doing him
a good turn.

- Where is he?
- He's off duty today, madam.

- He'd be at home probably.
- What's his phone number?

He hasn't got one,
I'm afraid, madam.

Look, I hope you won't
tell him what I did...

No, it's doesn't matter.
What's his address?

I have no idea.
They could tell you
at the main gate probably.

I know it was stupid of me
to take the bottle,

but I knew Monsieur Meyer
wouldn't be using it anymore,

and... well, I thought I'd be
doing somebody a good turn.

(knock on door)

Lieutenant Leclerc?

(knocking)

Lieutenant Leclerc?

Lieutenant?

Madam.

Oh.

May I ask
what you're doing here?

Lieutenant Leclerc?

Uh, yes, yes, but I repeat...
What are you doing here?

I'm terribly sorry to intrude
like this, lieutenant.

I do have a very good reason
for being here.

Oh, yes.

See, I was at the airport
when that unfortunate man died.

It's really rather
a long story.

I suppose I better begin
at the beginning

after I put my cigarettes...

I know I had them
here somewhere.

I was told
Lieutenant Leclerc was bald.

Now turn around.

Paul.

Hello, darling.

- What are you doing here?
- Jacques invited me over.

- How do you know Jacques?
- We just got talking.

If it comes to that,
What are you doing here?

I came to see why Jacques
wasn't at the airport.

I have no idea.
Does it matter?

You've turned this place
into a mess.

It wasn't much to begin with.

I was looking
for some cigarettes.

Where is Jacques?

He went to get some wine.

You were searching the room,
weren't you?

I told you,
I wanted a cigarette.

It was something else
you were looking for.
It was the flask.

In the plane, I thought
you were interested in it.

- Why would I be
interested in a flask?
- Yes, why?

Listen, darling, you're getting
worked up over nothing.

Aren't you meant to be
at a meeting?

I have to make my report
at 12:00.

You'd better hurry.
You haven't got much time.
Look, I'll drive you back.

No. I want to know
what you're doing here.

Darling, we'll talk about it
sensibly over lunch.

I know exactly where
I'm gonna to take you,

and afterwards,
we can go back to my hotel.

- No, I can't.
- What do you mean?

The police want to talk to me
about Monsieur Meyer's death.

I got a message
just as I was leaving.

It probably won't take long.

What if I tell them
about the flask?

Well, I think you should.
You saw Meyer with it.

What if I tell them
I found you here?

Darling,
you don't want to cause

a lot of misunderstanding
and trouble.

Then tell me
what you're doing here!

I told you, Jacques
asked me over for a drink.

- You don't know him.
- Of course I do.

- I don't believe you.
- Then ask him.

I will.

And I suppose you'll believe
that drunk rather than me.

Yes.

Oh, darling.

Hello?

Did you get in
the lieutenant's room?

Yes, easily.

- Any luck?
- No.

There was a bottle there
which contained the propellant,

- but it was empty.
- Empty?

Yes. It was labeled
"hair restorer."

I wonder if that policeman
has used it.

There were two containers,
so there's still the flask.

Ah, yes.

There was a woman there
with a gun.

She jumped me.

- Who was she?
- Don't know.

- She after it, too?
- I think so.

- English.
- She's probably
with Steed then.

And we don't
have to worry about him.

I've arranged a reception
for him at Tissot's.

He won't find anything there,
but she may know
where the stuff is.

Mm. But...
Ahem...

- What do we do?
- You stay here.

There's a good chance
she'll show up.

If she does, follow her
and contact me.

Oh, yes, yes.

And thank you.
Goodbye.

Oh. I'm so sorry
to keep you waiting.

That's quite all right.

Tissot.
Jacques Tissot.

Monsieur Steed?

Yeah.

You are to come with me
to the police station

for questioning about a robbery
at the airport last night.

- A robbery?
- Yes, monsieur.

- Take a look around.
- How'd you know I was here?

We received
a telephone call.

Who made the telephone call?

I'm not at liberty
to disclose that information.

Oh, come now, won't do any harm.
Was it an Englishman?

It was, wasn't it?
All right, all right.

Oh, if you find a bottle
of cognac there, it's mine.

What are you doing
in this room, monsieur?

Communing with nature.

Come on, let's go.

Hey, come back!

Hello, Jacques.

Very good, very good.

Drink?

Not when I'm working.

Hurry up and finish, then.

Oh, I've got
another 50 to do.

Here, go easy.

Well, who'd have a baker
for a friend?

I just want some left
for me, that's all.

Oh, never you mind about that.
I've got the real stuff here.

And when we finish that,
we can start on this, huh?

- (speaks French)
- Where is it?

Oh, no, he won't be there
because he owes them money.

Anywhere else?

I don't think so, no.

- Are you certain?
- Yes.

It's terribly important.
Try and...

Oh, no, he told me
about a new friend,
Jean Martin, a baker.

His place is... his place
is in the Cloutier District.

- Don't you know the address?
- No, but you could ask someone.

Jean Martin,
Cloutier District. Right.

Only another four batches.

Good. Now have a drink.

Yes, I will.

Here's to bread, eh?

Well, now I'll pour it.

(inhales)

Here, have a sniff.

Are you sure it's all right?

Of course it is.

- (knocking)
Jean Martin!
- Yes.

- Is Jacques Tissot there?
- Yes. Yes, he is.

Thank you, monsieur.
What a delicious smell.

- Are you Jacques Tissot?
- Yes.

- Where's the bottle?
- What bottle?

- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- This is it all right.

But this isn't.
There must be another bottle.

- Excuse me, monsieur.
- Please, monsieur.

Ah. Always had
a taste for these.

I'm terribly sorry.

But what are you
looking for, monsieur?

I'm not quite sure.
Hold on.

Nothing here at the moment.
We're very sorry to interrupt.

Could you reserve six of these
for me? Where's that bottle?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You'll tell me,
won't you, Tissot?

All right, over there.
Mr. Steed, isn't it?

Yes, where was it, Lord's,
Henley, the Royal Enclosure?

- I don't think we've met.
- No.

I wouldn't do that, Mrs. Gale.
Siebel, over there.

All right, Steed.

I didn't quite
catch your name.

Keep moving.
Get your hands up.

Your feet back.

You might leave
the cigarettes, old boy.

Now you.

You know what to do.

All right, turn around.

Watch them.

Now where's the flask?

- I don't know.
- Where's the flask?

If you shoot me,
you'll never find out.

Quite right, but there are
other ways to make you talk.

(groans)

Let him go, Steed.

There's the flask.
Pick it up, Siebel.

That's it.

Over there
by the stairs.

After you, my dear.

Oh. Ooh.
Oh, my knee.

Don't worry
about your knee.
Keep moving.

I think
I nearly broke it.

Ha. "Fruit juice."

I thought that you didn't
like that there black.

You're full of surprises,
aren't you?

So were the ladies
of Paris.

He isn't dead.

How is Tissot?

Oh, he's much better,
thank you.

Monsieur talked to him
for a little while.

Not for long because
he was very tired.

He says he'll never
touch another drop
as long as he lives.

I'll believe that
when I see it.

Give him my regards
when you see him again.

Thank you. I will.

- What's the matter with you?
- Curly's just come on duty.

- Well?
- He's in a bit of a state.

- Where is he?
- Who?

Pierre. How dare you?

He gave me a bottle
of hair restorer.

- Restorer?
- Restorer. Look at this.

Not a hair left.
I was doing so well.

Oh.

Woman over P.A.:
Mesdames et messieurs,

this is the final
announcement...

Steed. Steed, you've
forgotten the package.

Package.
Not the fruit juice.

- No, not that one.
- Oh, that dear fellow.

- Will you have one?
- No, thank you.

They're terrific.
Oh, better go.

Give my love
to Koana de Jour.

- Keningau.
- Yeah, that's right. Bye!

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