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Dankeschön.

Dankeschön.

A vulture hovering for his prey is a veritable dove of peace compared to a

German waiter expecting a tip.

Tips. T -I -P -S.

To ensure prompt service.

Originated by Samuel Johnson in the 18th century.

I wonder if he knew what he was doing.

Bitte schön.

Danke schön.

Excuse me, Herr, for mentioning this. It is unpardonable, I know.

What is unpardonable? It is not for someone in my position to ask. But you

I have a wife, children, tiny grandchildren.

Yes, I quite understand.

Oh, no, no, no. It is my pleasure to serve.

But your Kleiner grandchildren.

And they will never forgive me if I did not get for them the autograph of the

famous, the wunderbar, Simon Templer.

Very fine cognac, sir. Yes, but you talked me into it.

Good afternoon, sir.

Uh, schnapps, please. Of course, sir. In the lobby, man, here's a checkroom.

Leave it.

Sir.

I, uh, I know there's a checkroom in the hotel. Just bring me my schnapps.

Yes, sir.

Tell me, who's the man with the briefcase?

Oh, his name is Wojson, sir, from England.

He's very ill.

Oh, how do you know?

Well, the maid who does his room, she told me.

Really?

He looks healthy enough to me.

Herr Wojson, telephone!

Herr Wojson, telephone!

Telephone, sir, the Schreiber Clinic.

Oh, um, tell this switchboard I'll take it in my room. Yes, sir.

Yes, speaking. Hello, Dr. Schreiber.

Good afternoon, Mr. Boyden.

I'm sorry you had to wait so long, but the specimen arrived only two hours ago.

Is it satisfactory?

Yes, it's perfect in every respect.

We can proceed at once.

You have the money?

Would I come here without it?

It is in cash?

A quarter of a million pounds, yes.

Is it in sterling? No, no, in Deutschmarks.

You're sure you want to go through with this?

You know I...

Well, what I mean is, once you commit yourself, there is no turning back,

You understand?

Yes, of course.

You have the pills?

Yes. You remember what to do?

Chew the glass of water.

Yes, very quickly.

All right, Dr. Schreiber, I'll be at the clinic first thing in the morning.

Fine, we'll be ready for you.

Thank you. Auf Wiedersehen.

How is he?

As well as can be expected.

He is afraid.

Yes, he is afraid.

But he is coming.

Tomorrow morning, as planned.

You too, Doctor, are afraid?

A doctor's life is full of risks, Hans.

But when one is desperate, one must take chances.

There's nothing else I can do.

And stop eating those apples in here.

Can I help you, Frodo? I asked at the reception desk for Mr. Charles Boyson.

They said he was in the bar.

He's sitting here at the schnapps he just ordered.

He was called to the telephone.

Oh, well, I'll wait for him.

The gentleman, Frodo.

Thank you. Just some coffee, please.

At once, Frodo.

Hello?

This is Mr. Voisin.

Room 12. Look, get me the Schreiber Clinic again, will you?

It's urgent. Yes, Mr. Voisin. Thank you.

Dr. Schreiber. Yes, boys, what is it? Look, there's a terrible complication.

A girl called Julie Harrison, she's the daughter of my business partner, has

just walked into this hotel.

But how did she find you? I've no idea.

Have you told her that you're very ill? No, of course not. Then I think I

should. Prepare her, so to speak.

It's too dangerous.

Would it have made us if you came into the clinic now?

Yes, I think so.

I can be there in half an hour. I'll be waiting for you.

All right, Hanson, I will leave at once.

You're sure the pills are safe? Quite safe, if you follow my instructions.

Yes, I see.

Oh, and the money will be in my briefcase under the bed.

Good. Well, don't worry.

Yes. Goodbye, Mr. Boyce. Goodbye, Doctor.

But this girl, if she sees him, what is the difference?

At the price Mr. Voisin is paying us, he deserves our complete cooperation.

Supposedly tomorrow.

I'm running this clinic, not you.

Yes, Doctor.

Feeling better?

I've never been so frightened in all my life.

Accidents will happen.

I'm terribly grateful to you, Mr. Templer. Are you staying at the hotel?

No, I've just got in from London.

I'm looking for a friend.

Mr. Voisin?

How did you know?

I overheard you talking to the waiter.

Why don't we both go and look for Mr. Boyce?

Who are you? What do you want?

I'm sorry to bother you.

Were you by any chance on the balcony a few moments ago?

What are you talking about?

I'm not quite sure.

But I do think it's time you and Miss Harrison got together.

Julian?

Hello, Charles.

You two obviously have a great deal to talk about.

I'll be outside the door if you need me.

Will you sit down?

How did you find me?

I looked for you.

Why?

Oh, Charles.

I've been so worried and confused the last four days, I haven't been able to

think straight.

What's the matter?

You drew a quarter of a million pounds to pay Ritter in Hamburg.

But it has to be cash when we deal with Ritter.

I telephoned Hamburg, and Ritter hadn't heard from you.

You went at the hotel and... I began to wonder.

Wonder what?

If I was stealing the money.

Oh, really.

Charles, please.

Please don't put it on a trust basis.

But it is a trust basis.

Your father wasn't only my business partner, he was my best friend until

died. So you've said quite often.

What does that mean?

Even if I'm not an active partner, Daddy's share of the business belongs to

I have a right to know what's going on.

Well, ask me what you do with it now.

I'll tell you. Why aren't you in Hamburg?

What are you doing in Baden -Baden?

I came here to see a certain Dr.

Schreiber. He's been treating me lately.

Why? Are you ill?

I'm dying.

Dr. Schreiber is one of the best cardiac specialists in Europe.

I had no idea.

I'm so sorry.

It's all right.

What are your other questions?

I'm so ashamed, really, am I? No.

No, go on.

Half the business is yours.

What do you want to know?

Where is the money?

It's absolutely safe.

All of it.

There's a man in fact... He

just collapsed.

I think it's his heart.

Call it up.

I'm Mr. Morrison's physician.

He is in a critical condition.

Are you friends of his? I'm not, but this young lady is, Uncle. Are you Dr.

Schreiber? Yes.

Mr. Boysen telephoned me. He complained of acute cardiac pain.

Could we come with you, please, Doctor?

No, I think better not. But you may telephone me tonight. Here's my card.

You are?

Miss Harrison.

Julia Harrison.

Thank you.

Get his clothes packed.

You know, Miss Elton, Mr. Boyson has been very ill for some time.

Ready, Hans?

Yes. Excuse me, I have to look after my patient.

Seriously suggesting he was carrying a quarter of a million pounds in cash? I'm

always positive.

That's why I'm always positive there's no quarter of a million pounds here.

I suppose Schreiber's blonde beauty could have put it in the suitcase.

Julie, how long have you known Poison? Since I was a child. Has he ever

mentioned a heart condition before?

Never. Why?

I have a feeling that heart attacks are fake.

You're not serious.

Yes, I am.

It's all part of Pat.

Schreiber turning up right on cue.

But why? I mean, what's the point?

Boysen's planning to die. Settle down in Switzerland with a quarter of a million

pounds and a new name.

Oh, no, I can't tell you that. It's ridiculous.

All right, I'll tell you what we'll do.

Instead of phoning Schreiber tonight at the clinic, I'll drive you there.

You can see Boysen and I'll ask him face to face.

This clinic is closing down. Why suddenly do we take this patient worse?

He's a friend of Dr.

Schreiber's. He's the only one, then.

You talk too much. You ask too many questions. Hans, I... You are paid to

quiet.

Good

evening.

Good evening. May I help you?

Yes, we'd like to see Mr. Charles Woyson. And your name, sir?

Mine's Templer. This is Miss Harrison.

One moment.

Dr. Schreiber?

Yeah?

Hey, Mr.

Templer and hey, Miss Harrison, do you see Mr. Charles Woyson?

Send him in, please.

Would you like to go to Dr.

Schreiber's office, please?

Thank you.

Good evening, Miss Harrison.

I was about to call you.

Good evening, Mr. Templer. How is Mr.

Voisin, Doctor? I've been so worried.

I regret, Miss Harrison, I have bad news for you.

Mr. Voisin died in the ambulance on the way here of acute cardiac enlargement

and a cerebral accident.

Cerebral accident?

A hemorrhage of the brain.

I can't believe it.

I most terribly sorry, Miss Harrison.

There was nothing I could do.

May we see him, please?

See him?

Yes, Doctor.

You mean you wish to view the body?

That's exactly what I mean.

Simon, why?

I want to make sure Charles Wysen is dead.

It's the Templar.

I want to see the body.

Now, Doctor.

For identification purposes.

Very well.

Follow me.

This way, please.

Miss Harrison, I'm really very sorry indeed.

Thank you.

Mr. Shriver.

Miss Harrison and Charles Boyce are old friends.

They're also business partners.

Partners? My father was his partner. I inherited 50 % of the business.

I see. And?

I should like to examine his personal effects.

You mean his clothes?

No.

Just his briefcase.

Well, I see no harm in that. Of course, you can't take anything away.

That would require the permission of the executors. There's some correspondence

that's quite important.

I see. Well, I'll get it then, if you'll excuse me.

Well, your theory about Charles faking death is quite wrong.

He is dead.

The only proof I'll have that this affair is genuine is if Schreiber comes

with the money.

And he won't.

What do you mean?

You think Schreiber killed him?

For a quarter of a million pounds, anything is possible.

Hey, Doctor, what we're doing is very dangerous. You must take it seriously.

Miss Harrison is a pleasant little fool. When she sees a briefcase, you go away.

Now go and get it.

Simon, should we go to the police?

Unfortunately, and pardon, pardon, the police and I aren't on exactly friendly

terms. Why not?

I once played a little trick on Herr Inspector Glasson. He's never forgiven

I wouldn't bother to admit there's nothing in it.

Thank you, Herr Doctor. You've been very helpful.

If there's anything else I can do... Oh, you've done quite enough already.

Julian?

Why have we stopped?

Send him by Schreiber's story, not a word of it.

Do you know if it's safe in his office?

You think the money's in it?

Yeah, or somewhere else in the clinic. I'm going back to have a look.

What time do you make it?

9 .15.

Well, if I'm not back by 10.

Drive to the main police station in Baden -Baden, ask for Inspector Glesson.

Don't tell him I'm in trouble or you think I need help. Why?

Because he'd be delighted.

Well, what will I say?

Tell him I'm robbing the Schreiber clinic. That'll bring him.

Hans? Yeah? Come to my office, please.

I think we may have a visitor tonight.

Tonight?

That man Templer, who just left with Miss Harrison.

I don't think he was entirely convinced.

See that the grounds are patrolled all night.

Are you giving a party? It's a rude point with that thing.

Herr Doctor. Have you checked on the train? Ja, Herr Doctor. The Rhein -Maden

Express departs Baden -Baden at 23 .10.

Thank you. You may go home now. I shan't need you any more tonight.

Thank you, Herr Doctor.

Ja, Herr Doktor? Tell Hans to come to room number seven now.

Can I do anything?

No, just do what I tell you and then go home.

Hans? Ja? Dr. Schreiber wants you at Hans, room number seven.

Ich komme.

What's the one?

He didn't say. I've never told anything around here.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Let me guess, you want me to make up a fourth at Bridge.

Hans? Go on, Hans.

Obviously, Mr. Voisin, the reports of your death are a little exaggerated.

Shoot him.

Before Ben Casey here knocks me off, would you satisfy my curiosity and tell

who our friend in the drawer is?

A laborer who died in a bad and bad hospital.

And how did he end up here?

I persuaded the widow for a small sum to donate her husband's body.

To make a research.

That's nice.

And he gets buried as Charles Wesson.

Cremated. Saves all that post -mortem nonsense.

The heart attack at the hotel?

Window dressing.

You're a very good actor.

Oh, no, the attack was genuine.

Caught on by a new German drug.

Contacted later by an injection.

Very clever.

I think so.

To be quite blunt, I find your story very hard to believe.

Why on earth should Simon Templer break into the Schreiber Clinic?

Inspector, I'm sorry. I lied to you. I was afraid if I told you the truth, you

wouldn't come. What is the truth?

A man named Charles Voisin has been murdered.

Indeed.

By whom? I think Dr. Schreiber.

With what motive? A quarter of a million pounds.

Miss Harrison, your story is ridiculous, and you're losing me a night's sleep.

Yeah? Inspector Glass from Baden -Baden Police.

Very good, Inspector.

So, you skip the country with a quarter of a million pounds, very conveniently

die here in Baden -Baden, then you assume a new rich identity.

That, in a nutshell, is the idea.

Now, is your curiosity completely satisfied, Mr. Templer? Not quite.

Listen! You expecting somebody? No. Who is it? I don't know.

I do.

It's my car.

With Inspector Glesson of the Baden -Baden police.

Police? Nice chap, Glesson.

Only has one fault. He reacts rather alarmingly to the sound of gunshots.

He gets extremely curious.

Get rid of him. But how?

Well, you know him. You can handle him. Get rid of him. But if he wants himself

to play... He won't. Now, go on. Don't just stand there.

I'll take care of Mr. Templin.

I don't think Goldilocks is going to like that.

I know you by reputation, Mr. Templin. Now, get behind that table and put your

hands flat on it.

I warn you.

Glesson or no Glesson, one move and I shall shoot.

Good evening, Herr Inspector.

What can I do for you?

Dr. Schreiber, I wonder if you could have a few words in your office.

Of course.

You found the situation amusing, Mr. Templer?

Frankly, yes.

Why?

has to be killed, I can't think of a more suitable place.

I see your point.

Inspector, this is absolute nonsense.

Mr. Boyson had nothing but a few clothes and a briefcase containing some

business papers. And Miss Harrison saw those herself.

Did you?

Yes. And Mr. Boyson's death certificate?

Right here.

What about Templer?

What about him? He came here together with Miss Harrison.

And then they left again.

Inspector, can't you search the building? I'm positive Simon's here.

If you think for one moment that I'll allow ten patients to be disturbed at

hour of the night just because an hysterical girl is making these

They're not ridiculous.

Charles has the money and you've got Simon in this house.

Inspector, may I have a word with you in private, please?

Would you excuse us, Miss Harrison? He's going to try and twist everything I

say. Please, wait outside. I'll join you in a moment.

Miss Harrison is not well. In fact, she was once a patient here.

Regrettably, I was unable to help her.

You mean she's a little bit... Paramnesia and mythomania.

Remembering things that never happened.

Acute anxiety state and emotional distortion brought on my tiredness and

Very sad.

Thank you, Doctor, for your understanding. Not at all, Inspector. I

have a job to do.

Come, Miss Harrison.

You're not going to do anything?

Oh, we'll come back tomorrow after we've had a good night's rest.

Good night, Inspector.

Good night, Doctor.

Well, they've gone. Come, Hans.

Of course, I shall miss my home, but...

The best England can offer me now is a long prison term for embezzlement.

Began? Yes.

Was it a blessing? Yes, and he's now firmly convinced that poor Miss Harrison

on the verge of a complete mental breakdown.

All right, Templer.

Hold it.

Voice it, don't shoot.

If I may suggest.

A very good idea, Schreiber. Hans?

Which place, sir? You might ask me something.

Three dreams, Templer.

Please take my advice, Miss Harrison. Go to bed and have a good night. I can't.

I must find Simon. I've known Mr. Templer for many years. He's a good

but a troublesome one.

I'm quite sure he can take care of himself.

Why didn't you search the clinic?

Because, one, Dr. Schreiber is a respected citizen. Two, I have found

nothing to substantiate your story. Now, please, go to bed.

You know, Schreiber, for two pins, I'd have my corpse sent back to England for

burial, just to see how many of my so -called friends would turn up.

You're not in Switzerland yet.

I'm only about three hours away.

Hans is

getting impatient.

Hans is terrified.

So are you.

Does that surprise you?

I'm giving up everything I've built up here since the war ended.

I'm respected.

I'm liked.

I have friends.

Nobody has any friends in this world. One has acquaintances who want things.

I have friends. Many of them.

And yet you want to get away.

I have to.

Now look, Schreiber.

Like me, you're up to your neck in this.

So you better do something about it.

You mean kill Templer?

Yes, I do. It wouldn't be the first time for you. All those medical experiments

during the war. I was forced to do anything.

The War Crimes Commission doesn't think so.

How close are they to finding you? Two weeks, a month perhaps.

Then get on with it.

I shall give Hans 50 ,000 pounds in Deutsche Marks the moment I cross the

border. Thank you. And goodbye, Rosen.

Take my advice.

Kill Templer.

He could take my place in the crematorium.

I'll have to see.

You're a fool.

I'll, uh, phone the doctor.

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

What have we found out? Weissman isn't dead. What?

But we saw him.

There's a mask on somebody else.

But where is he now?

On a train, Baden -Baden station, leaving for Switzerland in one minute.

But we can't possibly catch him. We might if we get to Offenburg.

The train stops there at half past twelve.

How far's that?

About 80 kilometres.

Well, Hans, we made it.

Yes, Mr. Boyce.

No, Erickson, Hans.

Arthur Erickson.

New name for new life.

I'm now an English farmer of modest means, settling down to a quiet

in Switzerland.

Sam, you've been right about Charles all along. I only hope you're right about

getting to Offenburg on time.

Well, if we don't, you can say goodbye to a quarter of a million pounds.

Why would tribal risk his reputation getting involved in something like this?

It's measured in the face better than tonsillitis.

Oh, no, but Wayne.

Wayne, how about me, mate?

Waffenberg. Right on time.

All right? I

suppose I take the front half of the train and you take the back. Yes, but

a fine voice and don't do anything. Just leave me here in seven minutes, okay?

Martin? Yes.

What compartment are you in, sir?

I'm a trade. I don't have one. Do you have a reservation?

Nope. Can I see your ticket, please? I don't have it either. I got on the train

in rather a hurry.

I'm sorry. I had to read what only I heard.

You come with me? Quite happy to buy my ticket.

But the first gas station is full.

Well, actually, I'm looking for a couple of friends. Men friends. One of them's

tall and blonde. The other one has a dark moustache.

Have you seen them?

There's so many people.

I don't even remember.

Well, I'm sure I'll be able to find them. Well, they won't mind me sharing

compartment. Now, let's see.

Ticket.

That was the irregularities.

Thank you very much, sir.

Good luck. You're welcome.

Next.

I'm sorry, Lindsay. I'm sorry.

Hans.

Hans. Huh?

Go get me some more cigarettes.

Stuart will have some.

You're very persistent, Julia.

Was she alone, Hans? Yeah.

But how could she possibly know that I... Templer.

Is he with you?

Answer me. Is Templer on this train? No.

Then how are you on it?

It has to be Templer. But Dr. Schreiber said... Dr.

Schreiber's a fool. He couldn't go through with it.

Hans, go and get Templer.

Otherwise, you won't get a penny of the money.

You're on.

I was looking for a couple of men. I'm sorry.

Come on.

Come on.

Are you friends? Yes, sir. It's not feeling too well, I'm afraid. Could you

the door? Yes, sir.

I still believe he's fainted.

If you hadn't interfered, Julia, the news of my death would have reached

and I should have been forgotten in a matter of weeks.

As it is, I shall have to dispose of you.

I shall be reaching the Roosevelt Bridge in about two minutes.

That's where you're getting off.

All

right.

How extraordinary.

Must be a fraud, isn't it, dear? It doesn't shut the window.

Miss Harris, so the official attitude is unchanged as far as I'm concerned. This

briefcase contains business papers and correspondence.

Thank you, Inspector.

What about Schreiber? He and Hans have both been arrested.

Just about winds the case up. Not quite.

Is this a summons? Yes, for leaving your car overnight at the Offenburg railway

station, the finest 20 marks.

I think I can afford to pay that now, Simon.