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And you never saw him again?

Never. But I'm sure it was Goodman.
You'd be willing to testify that if I

managed to find him?

Of course.

But now I must go.

I can't tell you how grateful I am you
agreed to see me.

Beginning to think I was chasing a
ghost.

Unfortunately, he's very much alive.

Au revoir, Captain Diamond.

Au revoir. Now, please.

You know, you haven't heard a word I've
said all night.

Something about Cleveland?

You're back in your Dieter Krugman mode,
aren't you?

That obvious, huh?

David, I know how badly you want to find
Krugman.

I mean, I know that's why you swung a
transfer here.

I know he did something terrible to your
family.

For God's sake, you've only been in
Paris a few months, and the man's been

missing for 45 years.

You didn't expect it to be easy, did
you?

Of course not. Besides, you can't even
be sure that Washington tip is valid in

the first place.

No, Krugman is alive, all right, and
he's living somewhere here in Paris.

tip came straight from my friend at the
OSI.

I worked at the embassy for two years,
and I don't know what that is.

The Office of Special Investigations.
They're the guys that track down Nazis

living in the States.

Anyhow, Elsa Ramsey was a Midanek
survivor, and she saw Krugman here not

than a week ago.

I never heard much about Midanek.

Was it like Auschwitz?

Uh, smaller.

But, yeah, just as bad.

Anyhow, maybe this Elsa Ramsey made a
mistake and it wasn't him.

Then why was she murdered?

You don't know. She was. It could have
been an accident.

No, no. She spots Krugman, tells the
Sirete.

I talk to her and 15 seconds later she's
dead. That's no accident.

Anyhow, I mean, I thought that car
deliberately ran her down.

Say you're right, that Krugman is here.

Well, you keep after him, you could wind
up splattered all over the street or

something.

I don't want that to happen.

She saw her mother and father.

My grandparents, you understand?

She saw them taken to the gas chambers.

Their two brothers murdered, I mean,
right in front of her eyes.

Krugman would have killed her, too, if
he had the chance.

As it is, he pretty well left her
crippled for life.

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

In fact, she just had another operation
on her legs. I couldn't tell you how

many that makes.

It's funny, when I was a little kid, I
used to think my mother lived at the

hospital and just came to our house to
visit.

But how do you possibly expect to find
him?

You don't even know what he looks like,
right?

No, no one's ever seen a picture of him,
even from when he was young.

So, all you have is a sort of a rough
description from your mother, and she

what, 13 years old at the time?

I know it is not going to be easy. If it
was easy, they would have found him

years ago.

But I have to keep looking. I just, I
just have to.

Can't you understand that?

Of course.

I just don't want to see you overshadow
everything else in your life.

Like us, for instance.

Captain Berman, please.

You will join me in the van.

What the hell are you talking about?

I'm afraid I must insist.

I assure you, I mean you no harm.

David, don't. Don't be afraid.

Captain Berman will be returned home
safely. Now, hurry.

Okay, I think you better tell me what's
going on. I must apologize to you for

what may seem as cheap melodrama, but
sometimes we are forced to take extreme

measures. Yeah, who the hell is we?

You do not need to know that.

All you need to know, Captain, is that
like you, for years we also have been

searching for Dieter Krugman.

And we believe now that he is here in
Paris.

Where is he?

He goes by the name of Altman.

Felix Altman.

A successful businessman.

Well, if you're so sure he's Krugman,
why don't you go to the police?

He's a wanted war criminal.

Because, as yet, we lack sufficient
evidence.

All we have are rumors and one
inconclusive photograph.

A photograph?

We believed we also had an eyewitness.
The same one you had held for Ramsey.

Look, if you and who you work with, if
you're so sure you've got Krugman, then

why don't you just find another Majdanek
survivor that can make the

identification?

Because the death camp at Majdanek was
just that, Captain.

A death camp.

Survivors were not the end product.

That is why we need your help, Captain
Berman.

Me? We have sources at the police at the
Surrey Day.

They told us of your interest in
Krugman. We investigated and learned

mother is a Majdanek survivor.

We would like you to bring her to Paris
so she can make the identification.

I don't know.

When can I see that photograph?

The career picture has obviously changed
in 45 years, which is why we need your

mother's testimony.

Where can I see him?

You can't see him at home or in his
office.

He refuses to see strangers.

But we have learned that every Thursday
morning he goes to a mineral spa outside

the city.

Where is this spa?

It's called Le Dieu.

It is near Barbizon.

I'll go tomorrow.

Do you have a car?

I can borrow one.

How do I contact you?

We will contact you.

And now you're free to go.

Just as I promised the young lady.

No, the Major's a good guy.

I just said, hey, that's an urgent
personal business, and he gave me the

off. I still don't think we should go. I
mean, if he is Krugman, then he's a

very dangerous... Look, we talked that
all out.

I've got to go. I want to see what he
looks like.

That's all I want, really.

You sure it's okay about the car?

Yeah, as long as you don't go over 110.

I'll have to pack my five.

Maybe I should cop an urgent personal
business plea, too, and go along with

Well, I can probably get away, too. No,
it's my problem.

I'll deal with it.

Better I go alone.

Really.

Here's the quickest way to get there.
But make nice, huh? It's a classy joint.

Come on, I'll show you where I parked
the car.

And you better get back to work.

Don't worry.

I'll be okay.

I have a message for Mr. Felix Altman.

If you go through that door and down the
stairs, you will find Mr.

Altman in room 8.

It's your name Altman?

Yeah.

Young man, what is it you want here?

Out with it.

It's not important.

If you have something to say to me, then
say it.

I have nothing to say to you. I think
you do.

You want to talk about Majdanek?

Leave us, please.

Who are you?

How did you get in here?

Doesn't matter.

But I think it does matter.

No, what matters, Herr Krugman, is what
you did at Majdanek. Who are you talking

about? You know what I'm talking about.

My name is Altman.

Felix, please, don't lie to me. I've
seen your picture. You're Dieter

Oh, man, you're a fool.

I'll call the police.

Been over three years, Perry.

Not since Dan's funeral.

I know, Helene, and I'm sorry.

We've been too long apart.

No. No apologies necessary.

We're too long friends for that.

Besides, I never contacted you either.

There's still no excuse.

Stan will always be my closest friend.

He always said you were the one who got
him through law school.

No.

No, in class, he always took the best
notes.

But you, how are you?

Fine.

They tell me I'll be out of here in a
few days.

Same old problem?

Now it's my hip.

All the pressure from the bad leg.

All right, Elaine.

Why did you call me?

You remember our son, David.

Of course I remember.

Well, now he's a captain with the
Marines.

He's attached to the American Embassy in
Paris.

Not a bad assignment.

He's being charged with murder.

Tell me.

He's accused of killing Dieter Krugman.
The Nazi?

The one from Majdanek?

The one who did that?

Could you help him, Perry?

France has a different code of law. I
don't even speak the language.

He told me on the telephone he thinks
maybe he'll be turned over to the

or a court -martial.

My associate will be on his way to Paris
tomorrow morning.

I'll join him day after.

Oh, Perry.

Thank you.

Thank you.

In the first place, why did you go out
there?

Because after all these years, I had to
see him in the flesh. I had to know if

it was really him.

And it was Dieter Krugman.

His wife admitted it to the press.

Besides, he pretty much looked like the
picture.

It's funny, I was expecting to see some
sort of vicious monster.

All there was was this pathetic old man.

You don't know where the gun came from?

I didn't even see it.

I guess whoever shot him just tossed it
on the floor.

Could it have been the man who kidnapped
you, the one in the van?

David, we want to know the truth, all of
it.

Maybe in some kind of blind rage you
actually did kill him. No. You've been

hunting him for years.

You've been angry for years.

You wanted revenge for years.

Yes, but not that kind.

Then what?

I wanted to expose him to the world as
the kind of monster he was so that

would ever forget.

What do they say, those...

who don't remember the past, are
condemned to repeat it.

Mr. Mason, my dad said that you were the
best lawyer he ever knew.

Will you do it? Will you represent me?

You're entitled to military counsel.

But I'd rather you handle it by
yourself, if possible.

Well, David, it's been a long time since
my court -martial days.

But...

I imagine it'll all come back.

Mr. Mason.

Lieutenant Fletcher, investigating
officer for the court -martial.

How do you do? This is my associate, Ken
Malansky. We've met.

There's a rumor, Mr. Mason, that you're
going to represent Captain Berman before

the court.

More than a rumor. We are.

In that case, it's something you should
know. We sent the gun that was recovered

at the murder scene to Washington for
testing.

It arrived back this morning.

And it's definitely been identified as
the weapon that fired the lethal round.

I would have expected that.

The serial number on the gun indicates
it was the 9mm automatic.

Issued to Captain David Berman the day
he reported him for duty.

Of course, Mr. Mason, I'll be glad to
help, however I can.

A thing like this reflects very badly on
the entire Council of Service, even if

it only involves a single Marine.

Are you talking about Moscow?

Well, yes.

By the way, Mr. Mason, I must tell you
that I have already been interviewed by

Lieutenant Fletcher, and I'm afraid I
had to tell him the truth.

Good. The truth is that it was common
knowledge within the embassy that

Berman had this...

Obsession, you'd have to call it, about
finding Krugman.

Mr. Ambassador, thank you.

Please send Mr. Mitchell in.

Here's some tangible help I can offer.

Mr. Mitchell, come in, please.

I want you to meet Mr. Perry Mason and
Mr. Ken Malansky. They'll be

Captain Berman at the court -martial.

Gentlemen, this is Kurt Mitchell of our
American Services Division.

Good to meet you. Hi.

Mr. Mitchell is a close friend of
Captain Berman.

And I'm assigning him to you while
you're here.

He can also arrange to get you some
clerical help.

You speak French and German, don't you,
Kurt?

Enough so that I'm not intimidated by
the waiters.

And enough to cut through a lot of
bureaucratic red tape.

Great. Since Della couldn't make the
trip, Kurt can take her place.

Della, I hope the change in gender won't
be a problem.

I think we can make the adjustment.

But, yes, you can help us, Mr. Mitchell.

Gladly, but please call me Kurt.

All right, Kurt.

Mr. Malansky has the names of some
people we'd like to talk to. I need

addresses and their phone numbers.

Is that people within the embassy?

Oh, no.

Potential witnesses.

Altman's widow, the masseur at the spa,
the family of that woman who was killed,

Elsa Ramsey, and, oh, yes, one person at
the embassy, Kathy.

Kathy. Kathy Bramwell.

I'll get right on it.

Mr. Mason, I will do whatever I can.

To facilitate your stay, I myself must
maintain a totally neutral position with

regard to the guilt or innocence of
Captain Berman.

What I mean is, I can't interfere with
the progress of the court -martial.

We wouldn't want it any other way, Mr.
Ambassador.

This is Berman's apartment.

Look at this doorjab.

Obviously forced open.

By whom, Mr. Mason?

After Captain Berman left, the murderer
could have broken in, found the gun, and

then proceeded, David, to the spa, where
they waited for Berman to arrive and

then killed Altman.

Or Krugman, rather.

While Berman was still in the room with
him.

That's right.

Or Captain Berman could have forced the
dover himself.

So it would look exactly the way you
just theorized.

Again, you're right.

After all, Captain Berman knew the gun
would be traced back to him.

Why go to all that trouble?

Why not just get another gun?

Because as a foreigner, it wouldn't have
been easy for him to procure one.

And besides, he didn't have the time.

According to his own story, he only knew
Krugman was going to be there the night

before.

Mr. Mason, I'm afraid all this just
won't help your case very much.

David's goal was to bring Krugman to
justice, not to kill him.

Well, maybe French justice wouldn't have
been enough for him. As you probably

know, France doesn't have capital
punishment.

Is everything all right?

Not really.

I have those telephone numbers and
addresses that you requested.

Well, thank you.

Now I need a copy of the Uniform Code of
Military Justice.

I'll have one sent over to your hotel,
Mr. Mason.

Well, Lieutenant, thank you for all your
help.

No, ask anything you want.

All right.

All right.

I know you were good friends with
David's parents and all, but do you

think he didn't do it?

I think he didn't do it.

And as I told Lieutenant Fletcher, I
think he never intended to do it.

But he had a fixation and a great
frustration about Krugman.

Elaine told me all David ever talked
about was trying to find Krugman, have

tried publicly in France, under the...

Crimes against humanity laws.

Yeah, but why France? Why not some other
country that has capital punishment?

I mean, weren't most of the Meidenach
survivors Poles and Germans?

There were French nationals, too.

Like Colleen, like her whole family.

That's right.

So where do we start tomorrow?

With the usual suspects.

I'll start with Krugman's widow.

You start with Kathy Bramwell.

Yes, I've known for years my husband was
Didier Klugman. How did you find out?

Before we were married, I was helping
him to move from his apartment.

And by chance, I came across his
identification card of Madnik.

So he had to admit who he was.

He swore to me. He intended to tell me
before we were married. He wanted no

secrets between us.

And then he burned the identification
card.

You warned me people would always be
looking for him.

Madame Altman, did you know the kind of
man Dieter Krugman was?

I knew the kind of man people thought he
was.

And still you married him.

You did not know Felix, Mr. Mason.
You're the kind and decent man.

It is impossible to believe he was the
monster people claim.

Aside from people who were looking for
Dieter Krugman, did he have any enemies?

Let me put it this way.

Did Felix Altman have any enemies?

All successful businessmen have enemies,
Mr. Mason.

Any who hated him enough to want him
killed?

Well, there is one.

I don't want to say he could have done
it, but he was very angry with my

husband. Go on.

His name is André Marchand.

And your husband found out André
Marchand had embezzled several million

from the business and fired him.

How did you know that?

Are the police looking into this
embezzlement?

Yes, of course.

Thank you very much for your time,
Madame Altman.

Mr. Mason, you do not believe the
American soldier murdered Felix?

No, I do not.

Do you have any pictures of your
husband?

I have none.

He was always afraid someone would see
the photograph and recognize him as

Krugman. He led a very fearful life,
monsieur.

We both did.

I used to watch guys do that in New
York.

They might influence them.

Touche.

Hey, how about that?

Practically a native.

Well, I guess we better get going.
You'll probably have to be back at your

Anyway, you were saying you actually got
the license plate number of that van?

After I drove away with David, I wrote
it down on a piece of paper. At least

whatever I could remember.

Then when he called me later and said
everything was okay, I just forgot about

it. Still have that piece of paper?

On my part.

You think it's important?

Could it help David?

It might.

I remember there were a couple of seven
and a nine.

I don't know. Anyhow, I'll get it for
you.

I tell you something.

I think I've seen that same van a couple
of times since.

Really?

Where? When I went out shopping after
work the other night. Then yesterday

My God.

There it is.

Still.

Yes, I worked for Felix Altman for over
ten years.

But this isn't one of his stores.

It's mine.

And it took all the money I made.

Three million francs.

That, you were told, I embezzled from
Altman. You see, I know what they say.

But you did not do that.

For the past five years, Felix wanted to
make me a partner in his business.

Then, two months ago, he changed his
mind.

Just like that.

So I made it pay myself a bonus. To the
frank, exactly what I would have got if

he had kept his promise.

I consider it a first element.

Of course, he found out and fired you.

Yes, but that was all her doing.

Madame Walkman?

She made him change his mind about the
partnership.

Why?

Because she is the most greedy and cold
-hearted person I have ever met.

In fact, it would not surprise me to
learn that she was in some way

for her husband's death. She said the
same about you.

That does not surprise me. Do you know
her history, monsieur?

Well, I know she'd been a dancer in the
Folies de Gers, and that she was much

younger than her husband.

When she became too old to appear naked
on the stage, she seduced the old man

into marriage.

Why would she want him dead?

Yes, lately the company had been losing
money, and she wanted him to sell out so

she could keep all her precious capital.

But he refused, so now she can keep the
company. Oh, and collect the insurance.

I see.

Tell me, Marchand, did you have any idea
Felix Altman was really Dieter Krugman?

No, but he was always a very private,
very secretive man.

Meanwhile...

You're facing a charge of embezzlement.

Which I'm sure will be withdrawn once
all the facts are known.

Well, they'll certainly have a harder
time proving their case now that their

chief witness is dead.

Monsieur, I believe I am through
answering your questions.

Perhaps you are.

You'll have to excuse the way the place
looks. I wasn't expecting visitors.

Don't worry about it. Anyhow, I know
exactly where I put it.

Oh, God.

Maybe you weren't expecting visitors.

You sure as hell had some.

It's gone.

The license number.

They took it.

Somebody is getting very proficient at
breaking into an apartment.

It had to be the kidnapper. It would
certainly look that way.

Ferry thinks that your friends in the
van weren't so friendly.

That they might have set you up, framed
you for Krugman's murder.

Maybe, but whatever. I don't want you to
involve Kathy anymore.

She's already involved.

She saw your kidnapper, and as far as
they know, she saw their license

Well, then you've got to protect her.

We'll do everything we can.

Hello, Della.

Right on time.

How are you?

I'm just fine.

How's it going over there?

Still trying to sort our way through 45
years of history.

Well, I suppose there's a worse place to
do it.

Oh, by the way, the district attorney...

is asking for a continuance on that
Haskell case.

Tell the DA it's fine with me.

But did you reach the INS about Elsa
Ramsey?

That's what I'm really calling about.

Elsa Ramsey was born in Poland, Elsa
Brodsky.

And later during the war, she was in
Majdanek.

After that, she married a GI by the name
of Arthur Ramsey.

He brought her back to Ohio, to his
hometown, and then later they had a baby

girl named Marie.

What happened to Ramsey?

From all the information I can gather,
he just dropped out of sight when the

daughter was about 13.

Where's the daughter now?

She's living right there in Paris,
working for a designer named Vicki Teal.

Oh, that's interesting.

Good work.

All right. Enough about business.

How are you?

Are you all right?

All right. Why wouldn't I be?

Well, you know when you're over there,
you eat that rich food.

Rich food?

Here in Paris?

Tell her you're imagining things.

Say hello for me.

Ken sends his regards.

Meanwhile, I'll check with you every
day.

You're bad, Perry.

Bad.

Bad, bad, bad.

Bye, darling.

I would like you to talk to a woman
named Marie Ramsey.

She's Elsa Ramsey's daughter. She works
for the fashion designer Vicki Teal.

Find out if she has anything that might
link the Krugman murder to her mother's

murder.

Look, I don't want to sound paranoid,
but I really am worried about Kathy.

If that van is following her.

Don't worry, David.

Two can play at that game.

Hello.

Um,

do you speak English?

Probably better than I speak French.

What does a dress like this go for,
anyway?

8 ,400 francs.

Wow, that's 1 ,200 bucks?

Closer to 14.

Your name Marie Ramsey?

Mm -hmm.

Mind if I ask you a few questions?

About the dress?

About your mother.

Yes, I would mind.

I don't like people who make me feel
like a fool.

Now, wait a second. I've never been to a
place like this before. I was curious

about the dress. But that's not why you
came in here, is it?

You came in to pry about my mother.

Look, I'm a lawyer from the States. I
work with another attorney named Perry

Mason. We're representing David Berman,
the Marine who's accused of killing

Dieter Krugman.

And you don't think he did it? No, we
don't.

That's why I'm here.

Maybe you better explain that.

All right.

We're trying to find if there's a
connection between your mother's death

Krugman. He's the one who murdered her.
What makes you think that?

It had to be him.

My mother didn't have an enemy in the
world except for Dieter Krugman. And

mother thought she saw him two weeks ago
on the street?

She did see him.

She went to the Sarate, but they said
there was nothing they could do for her.

But Berman had been making inquiries
about Krugman, so I guess they told him

he contacted her.

It's kind of personal.

But after... After your father, after
he... After he

ran out on us?

Why'd your mother bring you back here?

Why not Poland?

She couldn't face the memories.

The nightmare.

And she had friends here.

Could you tell me about it?

It's a nightmare.

I'm afraid I have to get back to the
show in the morning.

I got all the time in the world.

My mother was sent to Majdanek as forced
labor, as a laundress.

Maybe you don't know, but Majdanek
wasn't like Auschwitz or Treblinka.

In what way?

I mean, there was a death camp, but
there was also an internment center

to it, a concentration camp. That's
where my mother worked.

But Krugman was at the death camp.

Yes, but because of my mother's duty,
she had to go there, to the other side.

And Krugman was famous, if that's the
word, even then.

That's how she recognized him here.

But how could she after 45 years?

Well, she said he changed but she could
never forget his eyes He looked into

them and you actually saw the face of
evil Besides she had a picture Picture

of her and a lot of the other might next
staff including Krugman She said how

ashamed she was being forced to pose for
those animals But she kept it because

she never wanted to forget how bad life
could get Look miss Ramsey

Is it possible I could see that picture
you were talking about?

I've never seen it myself, and I've
stored my mother's things.

Yeah, it might be important.

I have to go through the box tonight or
in the morning.

Come on, I'd really appreciate it.

All right.

I'll come by and pick it up tomorrow.

Hello? If I find it, why don't I just
send it to your hotel?

Molanski?

No. Um, wait a second.

That's me.

Your name is Milansky?

Milansky, Borovsky. Maybe we're even
related.

Hello?

Get up here.

No kidding.

Where?

Okay, I'm on my way.

I'll see you tomorrow.

You sure must have a lot of pull with
the ambassador to get me all this time

off. He's being very cooperative.

Anyhow. I'm so glad you're representing
David.

I just wish I could be of more help.

If only I could remember that stupid
license number. It may not be important,

Kathy. But it is.

This is far enough.

What's far enough?

Are you certain you could recognize
David's kidnapper if you saw him again?

Oh, sure.

I mean, it was only a few seconds, but
I'd know him anywhere.

Look over there.

A van.

Why don't you give me the keys?

No.

See you over there, Le Chantard.

Been following us since we

started our little walk.

What can we do?

What we can do has been done.

Let's go.

That's him.

That's the man who took David.

What do you want?

Who are you?

Who do you work for?

How can I tell you that?

Then perhaps you would like to tell
those gendarmes over there why you

kidnapping and murder.

We do not murder.

Ken, ask some of those fellows over
there to step over here, will you?

Sure. No.

Wait.

What is it you want? I want to know who
you are and what you're after.

And who you work for.

It will take a moment. You have just
one.

I'll solve that.

You'll be at the Trocadero at 6 .45
tonight.

A car will pick you up and you will come
alone.

I want some identification from you. A
passport, driver's license.

I'll return it tonight.

Carl Meyerhoff.

Well.

Carl Meyerhoff, if that car doesn't
arrive at 645, the Sirete will be

for you.

The car will be there.

Give him back the keys.

I don't like it.

You're taking a big chance.

I'm sure before this is over, we'll both
be taking a big chance.

So you asked the Suratay about
Meyerhoff?

Yes, but so far nothing.

And I'm checking up on Daniel Altman and
André Marchand.

Oh, and I have a list of the court
-martial brass, most of them coming in

Brussels, from NATO.

That car should be here.

Still don't think you should go.

Not alone.

I agree. You don't know these people.

How about Kurt and I follow behind in my
car?

No, if they spot you, they'll call it
off.

We can't take that chance.

This might be it.

in on his mobile phone.

If I'm not back in two hours, give it to
the Sorte.

I ordered that you come alone.

My friends just came to see me off.

Can't make out the plates.

I hope he knows what he's doing.

He usually does, but tonight... I don't
know.

Ah,

Carl. A chair for our guest.

No, I won't stay very long.

You... You wanted to see me, Mr. Master.
I don't know your name.

Otto Rossen.

That still doesn't tell me very much.

Mr. Mason, have you ever heard of the
Treblinka uprising in 1943?

Yes.

Almost 60 prisoners escaped the death
camp.

And I was one of them.

I lived in the woods like an animal for
six months.

During this time, I made a promise to
God and to myself that if I survived, I

would spend the rest of my life tracking
down the Nazi barbarians who visited.

They're unspeakable horrors against the
world.

That's what you do now?

For 44 years, I've been a hunter.

I've worked behind the scenes with your
own OSI in Washington, with my friend

Simon Wiesenthal, and with others all
over the world.

Wiesenthal and the others work out in
the open with the public.

As did I, Mr. Mason, until a few years
ago when our offices in West Berlin were

firebombed and three of our people died.

We've been obliged to go undercover
since we came here in search of Krugman.

I represent David Berman, charged with
the murder of Dieter Krugman.

I'm looking for the person who committed
that murder.

Do you imagine it might be me or someone
who works with me? Well, now that I

know who you are, that conclusion
doesn't seem unreasonable.

Why should we want to kill Dieter
Krugman?

Because he's your prey and France does
not have the death penalty.

Ah, but you missed two important points.

First, we could easily have arranged for
Krugman to be transported to a country

where there is the death penalty.

He committed crimes against the humanity
of many nations.

In truth, we regret that Krugman is
dead.

If he'd been captured and put on trial,
the impact on the public would have been

immeasurably more powerful.

And, Mr. Mason, the public, the world,
must never be allowed to forget.

But I still don't know why you have to
go in for so much cloak and dagger, so

much secrecy.

Because, as I told you, we had to go
underground.

And because Odessa...

A surprise on my head. A very, very
flattering amount, I must admit. You've

heard of Edessa, Mr. Mason?

A network of ex -Nazis and Nazi
sympathizers. Many people assume that

only fiction. But unfortunately, it's
all too real. And its tentacles are

everywhere. So this cloak and dagger you
refer to is our means of preserving our

security.

I'd like to see the picture of Krugman
that was shown to Captain Berman.

I thought you'd ask.

Cal?

Many of these butchers had very little
trouble establishing new identities

the war.

May I keep this?

Of course.

I know your reputation.

And if Captain Berman is innocent, he
has nothing to fear.

I shall have you driven back to your
hotel.

Good night, Mr. Mason.

Good night, Mr. Rosen.

Hey, good morning.

Bonjour. Oh, yeah, whatever.

That's really beautiful.

Look, you don't have to keep pretending.

I'm not pretending. I like it.

This is the only thing you really came
to see.

My mother's the one on the right.

Which one's Krugman?

She didn't say.

She never talked about it.

Too painful, she said.

Anyhow, you keep it as long as you need
it, but I'd like it back.

Do you have any plans for dinner
tonight?

You don't need to do that. I know I
don't.

But I'm a stranger in town and I don't
speak the language.

And I thought it would be nice to have
dinner with a fellow American.

Especially such a beautiful woman.

I don't think that's such a good idea.

Besides, I'm not American. I've spent
more time here than in the States. I

pretty well think of myself as French.
Well, then do it in the name of closer U

.S.-French relations. Think of Gene
Kelly and Leslie Caron.

Okay.

Dinner. But no dancing through any
fountains.

Darn. I'll call you later.

We sure got here a lot faster than I did
the other day.

I just wish I hadn't come in the first
place.

Let's go.

They're expecting us.

And I was standing right here.

And the shot sounded like it came from
right behind me.

Next thing I knew, they grabbed me, and
that's all I really know.

So, somebody could have fired from the
back of that door and escaped unseen.

Everybody who came in after that shot
came through that door.

Where does this door lead?

Through the wedge room.

Does it have an outside entrance?

Well,

that's one theory, Mr. Mason.

But it's a bit hypothetical to convince
the court, Marshal.

Lieutenant, you were right about that
today, but today is not tomorrow.

The court has called for 10 a .m.

Let's go.

What about the fingerprints on the gun?

What about them?

There were no fingerprints, you know
that.

Doesn't that work for David?

Not really.

The prosecution could argue how this
cold and calculating defendant carefully

wiped his fingerprints from the gun as
his victim lay dead at his feet.

And what does that leave us with? I
mean, if David didn't do it, then who

You tell me.

Daniel Altman for the money?

It's possible.

We should check that insurance out.

I've got some stuff on her coming in the
morning.

Andre Marchand?

Another possible.

Kurt, see if the Sûreté can verify his
whereabouts the day of the murder.

Okay. But my source says he may have
some other important information to

Marchand. What about Meyerhoff or this
Otto Rosen?

No. After what you told me, they're off
the list.

Who else?

I got no idea.

Maybe somebody we don't know of yet?

Maybe another Midanak survivor.

There is another possibility.

Who?

Compare that photo with the one you got
from Marie Ramsey.

This one's from Rosen?

Yep.

It's the same face.

So...

Elsa Ramsey did recognize Krugman on the
street and was probably killed for it.

So who is this other suspect?

If your mother were murdered, wouldn't
you want vengeance on whoever did

it?

By the way, Ken, how did your dinner go
this evening?

Parried.

There's no way she could have done it.

Probably not.

When you return that photo, do a little
digging.

Whatever you say.

But I can't even imagine her being
involved.

Nor could I.

Gentlemen, the court -martial starts at
10 a .m. in the morning.

We'd like to speak to Madame Altman.

I'm sorry.

Madame Altman is in conference.

I can't see that we have an appointment,
will you? No problem.

Just a moment, monsieur.

You can go in there.

Actually, it's very easy.

I've been here before.

Remember?

You'd better stay, Marshal.

I'm glad to find the two of you
together. It saves me a visit. What do

I thought we'd share some information.

We're not interested.

I certainly was.

You see, the Sûreté has no report of any
embezzlement by Marchand.

I suspect there wasn't any.

I think you'd better go now.

What happened was your husband
discovered that you and Marchand had

an affair.

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

So he fired you and threatened to
divorce you.

If you do not go now, I will call the
security.

He was ashamed to let anyone around him
know how he'd been betrayed. So he

concocted the cover story of an
embezzlement.

After he was dead, it suited your
purpose to let the story stand.

When we talked, each of you pointed an
accusing finger at the other to disguise

the fact that you were lovers.

Why would we do that?

So nobody would guess you had a definite
motive to kill your husband?

And what would that be?

Get him out of the way before he could
divorce you.

So you'd inherit whatever estate he had
left.

plus whatever insurance there was, the
two of you would live happily ever

It's lies, a pack of lies.

André, please, be quiet.

Mr. Mason, some of what you say is true.

We are lovers.

But we had nothing to do with the
killing of my husband. I swear it to

You may have to.

In front of a court -martial that starts
in half an hour.

Bonjour.

Yes, sir.

As soon as the local servite was given
proof that Captain Berman carried a

diplomatic passport, both he and the gun
found at the scene were turned over to

me. And you had the gun sent on to
Washington?

Yes, sir, to Corps headquarters, along
with the bullet taken from the deceased

body. They forwarded both items to the
Department of Defense, where Marine

Intelligence made ballistic tests.
Excuse me, Mr. President.

Defense is willing to stipulate that the
gun found at the murder scene was the

same weapon that fired the fatal bullet.

Thank you, Counselor.

In that case, I have no further
questions for Lieutenant Fletcher.

No questions.

Thank you, Lieutenant Fletcher. You may
step down.

Please call your next witness.

Master Sergeant Frederick Hanson.

The serial number on the 9mm automatic
that Lieutenant Fletcher gave me

corresponded to the serial number on the
gun that I myself issued to Captain

Berman on the 6th of August of this
year.

The date he reported for duty at the
embassy here?

You're sure?

I keep very careful records, sir.

As a matter of fact, I brought them with
me if you'd like to show them to the

court. Defense will stipulate the gun
that killed the deceased was the same

issued to the defendant.

Thank you, Mr. Mason.

No questions, sir.

No questions.

Thank you, Sergeant Hanson.

Colonel Calvelli, you may call your next
witness.

Sir, I'm afraid he isn't here yet. I
didn't expect all these stipulations

the defense, and I told them 11 o
'clock.

Well?

In that case, we'll call a short recess.

Court will resume at 11 .30.

Colonel Calvelli, you will inform us if
there are any additional schedule

problems?

Of course, sir.

Is that good?

Never hurts to rattle the other side a
little. We could use a little more time.

Good news, Mr. Mason.

At least I think it is.

There was a 10 million franc insurance
policy on Altman's life, and Danielle

Altman is the sole beneficiary.

Interesting.

But that still only goes to motive. We
need a lot more.

I've things to do.

Lieutenant Fletcher, why don't we all
get a cup of coffee?

Well, Mr. Ambassador, you can sit down.

Mr. Mason?

Things don't seem to be going well.

I'd like to ask you for a little help.

Certainly.

Perhaps someone in the State Department
could contact the Soviet Procurator

General's office in Moscow.

The Soviets?

What for?

The Russians liberated Majdanek in 1945,
and they'd still have all the records.

I'd like to see everything they have on
Dieter Krugman.

You really think they'll cooperate?

Yes, I do.

But I'd appreciate it if you'd keep your
inquiry as private as possible.

I'll do what I can, but why do you need
their files on Krugman?

Well, so far I have a lot of questions
and very few answers.

Maybe the Soviets can supply some.

Or maybe not.

Yes, he seemed very intense.

Very, I say, menacing.

Objection. Calls for a conclusion.

Move to strike.

Sustained.

The witness's answer will be stricken.

What exactly did Captain Berman say?

He said he wanted to talk to Monsieur
Altman about... My dengue, is it?

Then I left the room.

But after I shut the door, I could still
hear voices.

Angry voices.

Then what happened?

Didier and I... Didier is the
receptionist.

We heard the shot, and we ran back to
the room.

We saw the American staring down at Mr.
Altman's body.

Did you see the gun?

Yes, it was on the floor, not far from
the body.

And this American that you saw, is he
here in this courtroom today?

We seated right over there, indicating
the defendant, Captain Berman.

Sir, no further questions.

Monsieur Dario.

Could you tell us if there's another
door to that room other than the one

leading to the hallway?

Yes. It leads to a room that's used for
storage.

And from there, there's a door leading
to the outside.

What? So, it's entirely possible that
some other person could have hidden

that door, shot Monsieur Altman, and
then escaped without being seen.

It is possible, I suppose.

But I didn't see any such person.

Thank you, Monsieur Dario.

And neither did anyone else.

I move that last remark be stricken.

The court will please disregard the
witness's unsolicited response.

No, it's not going too well.

But we haven't been up to bat yet.

So we'd be going right back to the
States after the trial?

I don't know.

Why?

Just thought since you were here, you
might take some vacation time.

I doubt it. Too many cases pending back
home.

How about you?

How about me what?

You think you'll come back?

To the States? Why would I?

Well, it was your mother's idea to come
here, and... Well, you know.

I told you, this is my home now.

But, uh, what if you were to get
involved with some American?

What is it written that a woman has to
follow a man? I mean, if a man truly

cared, couldn't he think about
relocating here?

Makes sense, I guess.

Look, there's something I've got to ask
you.

That sounds a little ominous.

Not really.

After your mother died, did you ever try
to find Krugman yourself?

Why do you want to know?

No reason.

I mean, it just seems like it would be
kind of a natural instinct to want to

find Krugman, bring him to justice.

Is that what this is all about?

You really want to cross -examine me,
accuse me of murder?

Marie, wait a second. No, you know what
you are? You know what your problem is?

You're fake.

You just don't say what you want. You
always have to enter into some stupid

little game.

Give me my picture back and leave me
alone.

I'm sorry about your picture.

It's okay.

Are you all right?

It depends.

Depends on what?

On whether or not I can see you again.

Here or in America?

Here for now.

Come here.

Oh.

What I don't understand is why anybody
would want that picture so badly.

Don't worry about it.

The security people at the embassy made
me copies yesterday.

Good.

Give one to Marie.

Hello?

Yeah, hold on a... Ambassador Todd.

Hold on a minute.

Mr. Ambassador?

Good.

Yes, I hope so, too.

And, Mr. Ambassador, thank you.

Thank you very much.

The Russians are cooperating.

We should be getting their Krugman file
by courier sometime around noon

tomorrow.

I hope it helps. France may not have the
death penalty, but a U .S. court

-martial does.

I don't know that I'd call it an
obsession.

What would you call it?

Objection. What she would call it is
irrelevant.

Sustained.

But he arranged to have himself
transferred to Paris, made repeated

about Krugman at the surety, even met
with a woman who claimed that she could

identify him.

Now, surely that was more than just idle
curiosity.

Objection. Witness is not a
psychiatrist.

Sustained.

Miss Bramwell, isn't it true that the
defendant often said that no matter

he had to find Dieter Krugman?

Objection irrelevant and calls for
hearsay.

No.

He goes to state of mind and motive.

Overruled, Mr. Mason.

You may answer the question, Miss
Bramwell.

Yes.

That's what he said.

No more questions.

Miss Bramwell, what did David tell you
was his

ultimate objective when he found
Krugman? Objection. No foundation or

Oh, Mr. President, it was Colonel
Calvelli's inquiries that opened the

this subject.

Overruled.

The witness may answer the question.

He wanted a public trial.

So everyone in the world would know what
Krugman did. Did he ever say one word,

one word about wanting to kill the man?

No.

Looks like the prosecution will wrap
things up this afternoon.

Having proved their case, motive,
weapon, opportunity.

Here it is, Mr. Mason.

Mosca? Our decoding people made a
translation for you.

Ken, bring David to the conference room.

Does that help?

Maybe the break we've been looking for,
but I need more help from you.

You know my ground rules. No, no, no,
believe me.

Nothing will compromise your neutrality.

I want serious cooperation from the
local surite.

Well. Mr. Mitchell's been in touch with
them. I'm sure he can... No, no, I... I

don't think Kurt can handle this. From
what I have in mind, the request has to

come from the highest level.

Besides, there's a question of time.

Tell me exactly what you want to do,
what I can.

David, I want your consent to bring your
mother here to testify.

What for? I mean, you saw her. She's
just getting over surgery.

I know.

We'll make sure she's well taken care
of.

But what can she do?

For starters, she just might save your
life.

What are you talking about?

Who's this?

According to the Russians, that's a
picture of Dieter Krugman.

No, it isn't.

Why not?

You've seen the picture of Krugman. This
isn't the same man.

Maybe he had plastic surgery.

A lot of those guys did.

That is Krugman, right?

Yes. Both photos show a man in SS
uniform.

Now, why would he have had plastic
surgery before the war ended?

Okay, you're right, he wouldn't.

But it doesn't make sense.

That's why I need your mother here, to
explain the discrepancy.

She's very fragile, Mr. Mason. She's
always been.

She survived Midneck.

Matter of fact, I think even if he'd
said no, she would have come.

That sounds like Helene, all right.

When you talk to her, tell her Ken will
meet her at the plane and she'll be

staying at the Royal Monceau with us.

Right, right.

I think you should know, though, Perry,
even with her faith in you, she's still

very worried.

Well, she's not the only one.

But don't tell her that.

Perry?

As you heard, I want you to meet Helene.

I booked her on flight 1110, arriving
early at noon.

Please bring her directly to the
embassy.

What about the court -martial?

Oh, Colonel Butler's giving us a one
-day delay.

Well, that's good.

Good.

Helene's testimony could be the key to
this whole case.

Any minute now.

There he is.

Don't turn around and walk out with me.

What the hell do you think? What you
feel is a gun, and I will use it if you

not do as I say. Come on, let's go.

You have friends arriving here,
Meyerhoff?

David, is that the man?

Yeah, that's him.

Sir, you're under arrest.

Give him... Don't go now!

Let me... For a second, I thought
everything got fouled up.

Now what?

We just let French justice take its
course, head back to the hotel.

Back to the hotel?

What for?

David's mother arrived two hours ago on
the Concord. Kathy's with her.

We were on the train for three days.

My mother and father, my two brothers
and me.

And probably 70 others in one box car.

And no food or water the last day and a
half.

How old were you?

Fifteen. My brothers were fourteen and
seventeen.

Please go on.

Finally.

At dawn of the fourth day, the train
stopped at Majdanek.

They forced us to jump off the train.

And I saw my mother and father shoved
into a group of people and marched away.

There were no goodbyes.

I learned later they were taken directly
to the gas chambers.

Then my brothers and I...

along with many other children our ages,
were marched to some kind of a holding

area.

My brother, Jean, went up to this SS man
and demanded to know where they had

taken our parents.

He did not answer.

But he just raised his iron pipe he
carried and smashed Jean to the ground

it.

Then my other brother, Alan,

ran to the man, and he also was smashed
to the ground.

And then... Then he kept hitting him
until he was dead.

Somehow, Jean managed to get to his
feet, and he went after the man, tried

knock him down.

But the man raised the iron bar to hit
Jean again.

I grabbed his piece of glass and I ran
at him.

And I grabbed his hand and cut it as
hard as I could.

He screamed and shook me away.

And then he brought the iron bar down on
my knee.

Then he went back to Jean and finished
his killing.

Then he raised the bar over my head.

He would have killed me too, but...
Another SS officer arrived and ordered

to move all of us immediately to the
work barracks.

He called the man with the pipe Krugman.

Okt Sturmführer Krugman.

I never saw him again.

But I will remember his face until the
day I die.

Thank you, Miss Berman.

I apologize for obliging you to relive
that day.

Now, I would like you to look at some
photographs, if you will.

Of course.

These are photographs Mr. President
already admitted into evidence.

They are identified in your packets as
A, B, and C.

Mr. Prosecutor, do you have yours?

Mr. Malansky, photograph A, please.

Now, do you recognize that man?

Yes, I recognize him.

Could you tell us the name of that man?

I do not know it, but it is the SS
officer who came and ordered Krugman to

us away.

He did not mean to, I'm sure, but he
saved my life.

But the man in that photograph is not
Dieter Krugman.

No.

Photograph B, please.

Now, do you recognize the same man in
that photograph?

Yes, that's him, right there.

That man was known as Altman, Mrs.
Berman.

Felix Altman.

But he is here, too.

Who is there?

Krugman.

Right there.

Photograph C, please. The Russian photo.

And that man, that is also Dieter
Krugman?

Yes.

Yes, that is the monster.

That's Krugman.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Bowman.

I have no more questions of this
witness.

Colonel Calvelli?

No questions, sir.

That's all, madam.

We thank you for helping us here today.

It will take a ten -minute recess.

Captain Berman, if you have permission,
I'll assist your mother.

Yes, my husband's business was failing.

What did he do about that?

He was desperate.

He went to everyone he knew to borrow
money.

To find some money to keep the business
going.

Did he succeed?

No. Madame Altman, I have a few more
questions.

But I must remind you that you are still
under oath.

Oui, I know.

Madame, what was your husband's real
name?

Felix Meinheim.

But he changed it to Altman.

He did not want anyone to know he'd been
stationed at Madneck.

Then why did you lie?

Why did you tell the authorities and the
press after he died that your husband

was really Dieter Krugman?

Because someone threatened to kill me.

And since Felix had been murdered, I did
believe they would try to kill me, too.

Who, Madame Altman?

Who threatened to kill you?

A man named Karl Meyerhof.

What is your relationship to Otto Rosen?

I work for him.

And on his orders, did you kidnap David
Berman?

Yes.

On his orders, did you follow and
electronically eavesdrop on Miss

Bramwell? Yes. On his orders, did you
threaten Danielle Altman's life?

Yes, but of course I would not have done
it.

On his orders, did you kill Elsa Ramsey?

No, I've never killed anybody.

I see. Tell me, Mr.

Meyerhoff, why were you waiting for
Helene Berman at the airport yesterday?

All Rosen told me was that he wanted to
talk to her before she appeared at this

trial. So you were just going to spirit
her off.

And Rosen was just going to talk to her.

That's what he said.

Mr. Meyerhoff, did you know that Felix
Altman was not Dieter Krugman?

I only knew what Rosen told me.

Did you kill Felix Olten? No.

Do you know who did?

No, but it wasn't me.

I wasn't even in Paris that day. You can
verify that.

I already have.

No further questions.

Colonel Calvelli?

No questions, sir.

Defense calls Otto Rosen.

Mr. Rosen, you do understand that your
friend Meyerhoff has just testified.

Yes. When your friend Meyerhoff called
you to set up our meeting,

I noted the number he punched on his
mobile phone.

I called that number the next day, found
it was the office of a very prestigious

brokerage house here in Paris.

Really? Perhaps you made a mistake with
the number.

Mr. Rosen, when we met...

I asked why you were working
underground. You gave me several

which I found satisfactory.

I did some research.

I found there'd been no bombing of any
office in West Berlin three years ago,

and that Mr. Biesenthal had never heard
of an Otto Rosen.

Then came the question of identities.

I'm grateful to the Russians for helping
me sort it all out.

Perhaps you will not be.

I have no idea what you're talking
about.

Neither do I, Mr. President, and I must
object to this whole line of inquiry as

irrelevant.

Irrelevant?

Mr. President, the testimony of this
witness is the

essential part of our defense.

Inevitably, the defense is based on blue
sky instead of on hard evidence. Mr.

President, again, this is all...

Irrelevant to the defendant's guilt or
innocence.

I assure the court, even the skeptical
colonel, that

the relevancy will quickly become
apparent.

Overall.

Mr. Rosen, I submit that the office
where we met was a total fake.

A piece of theater you designed to
convince me that you were a Jew.

and a Nazi hunter.

I submit, Herr Rosen, that you were and
are neither.

Why should you say that? I'm Otto Rosen,
and I have been a Nazi hunter for 44

years. I submit, Herr Rosen, that your
real name is Krugman.

Dieter Krugman.

Dieter Krugman? You're insane. I'm Otto
Rosen.

Mr. President, I beg this court's
indulgence.

I wish to bring into this interrogation
at this time a witness, an expert

witness, purely for the purposes of
identification.

Go ahead, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Malansky.

Otto Rosen.

Dieter Krugman.

I submit it was you who ordered Felix
Altman killed and had his wife

That is a terrible lie.

You and Altman knew each other.

You knew each other was here in Paris,
both successful businessmen. You felt

safe, didn't you?

For one to betray the other, he would
have to betray himself.

But when Altman's business began to
collapse, he became desperate. He came

you. He demanded money.

Demanded money or he'd reveal your true
identity.

For Felix Altman, that was suicide.

It's an interesting theory, Mr.

Mason, but it's a pity you have no proof
for such wild charges.

I call the court's attention to the file
from Russia entered as Defense Exhibit

3.

You will note the description of Dieter
Krugman.

It includes the fact that he has a scar
across the back of his right hand.

Mr. Rosen, I would like you to show the
court your right

hand.

You've no right to ask me anything. I'm
a French.

citizen.

Show the court your right hand.

Turn it over.

I wonder if that scar could have been
made by a jagged piece of glass in the

hands of a little girl some 45 years
ago.

Now, would you please remove your
glasses?

Remove your glasses.

Mrs. Berman, do you recognize that man?

Yes.

The eyes of the devil.

Krugman.

I have no further questions of the
witness.

I have no questions, sir.

I'm going to excuse this witness and
suggest the surety take him into

custody.

Mr.

President, in view of the fact that the
prosecution has made a prima facie case

against the defendant...

and that insufficient evidence has been
produced to contradict any element of

that case, I move for a directed verdict
of guilty of murder in the first

degree. I ask the court to defer ruling
on that motion until after the testimony

of my final witness.

Mr. President...

Defense counsel continues to play his
excruciating little delaying game,

tantalizing us with this whole parade of
mysterious witnesses, none of whom have

disproved in the slightest the case
against the defendant.

Mr. President, this case is much more
complicated than Colonel Calvelli seems

able to comprehend.

Certainly more complicated than any of
us would wish.

The charge against the defendant is very
serious.

I believe the court should give us every
reasonable opportunity to prove his

innocence. Mr. Mason, Colonel Calvelli's
motion is somewhat irregular, but the

point is well taken. If defense has some
strong evidence to present us soon,

let's hear it. Yes, sir.

Call your next witness.

Isn't it true, Mr. Mitchell, that
although Ambassador Todd assigned you to

with Mr. Melansky and myself,

It was you who asked for the assignment?

Yes, of course I did. David's a good
friend of mine.

And you?

Are you a good friend of David's?

Excuse me?

I can't excuse you.

You know, a lot of things bothered me
about this case.

For instance...

How did Meyerhoff know the defendant was
going out to dinner the night he was

kidnapped?

How did the photo thief know Mr.
Malansky was going to return the picture

to Miss Ramsey that day?

And how did Elsa Ramsey's killer know
she had recognized Krugman on the

street? According to her daughter, the
only people she talked to were the

and the defendant.

Suddenly, a great light hit me.

You.

You were the only one who knew all these
things.

Because of David's friend, he confided
in you.

To be sure, you were the contact.

I let you make the travel arrangements
for David's mother. Sure enough, there

was Carl Meyerhoff waiting for her at
the airport. The right time, the right

gate.

You're way off base, Mr. Mason. I had
nothing to do with Rosen or Krugman or

whatever his name is.

How long have you been in Paris, Mr.
Mitchell?

Eleven years. Why?

Eleven years.

Do you recognize this?

It looks like a paper napkin.

And on it is your handwriting, is it
not?

I suppose so.

Suppose?

Is it your handwriting or is it not?

It is.

Those are the directions you wrote down
for the defendant the day he drove out

to the spa to see Felix Holtman.

So? So, you've lived in Paris for 11
years.

And yet you give your friend directions
that will take him at least 20 minutes

longer than necessary.

That's not true.

Not true?

Not true, Mr. Mitchell?

All right, maybe I made a mistake.

No mistake.

You gave David Berman faulty directions.
You gave yourself time to get to his

apartment.

Steal his gun, proceed him to the spa,
and lie in wait to kill Felix Altman.

What possible reason would I have to
kill Altman?

Mr. Mitchell.

On your personnel records, you're listed
as the son of Wilhelm and Gisela

Mitchell. Married in Milwaukee in 1956.

Gisela, maiden name Kraus, immigrated to
the United States in 1954.

But your age here is listed as 37.

That means that you're not the actual
son of Wilhelm Mitchell.

but a child of Gisela's from a former
marriage.

I would like to introduce into evidence
a certified copy of a birth certificate

obtained from the West German
government.

It lists the birth of one Kurt Johann
Krugman, son

of Gisela Krauss Krugman and Hans
Krugman.

In other words, Mr. Mitchell, you are
the blood nephew of Dieter Krugman.

And a member of Odessa. That is a lie.

That is a lie.

Ein Mitglied von Odessa.

Ja!

Ich bin ein Flugmann.

Und ich bin ein Top -Mitglied von
Odessa.

Und Sie werden sterben. You will die.

Order. Yes, sir. I move for a directed
verdict of not guilty. Motion granted.

The defendant is free to go.

Thank you.

Oh, thank heaven.

I'm sorry you're going to have to stick
around a few days to fill in those

blanks for the surrogate.

No problem.

You ready?

My bags are already in the taxi.

I'll get mine.

What are you talking about?

Business. I have to go.

Well, what about... I mean... Hell, this
isn't fair.

Well, I might still be there when you
get back.

Marie. If you think I'm going to let you
get away without kissing you goodbye,

you're crazy.

Taxi.

Taxi.

Oh, forget it.

I love Paris in the springtime.

Bye.