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What do you say, lady?

The police!

Call the police!

All right, it's all right. I'll handle it. But, monsieur, a lady! I do hate a

lady!

A lady?

Joe Lomax.

Hired gun, strong arm, and general hard nose.

How did you find me?

It wasn't too difficult.

Now there's a foolish one. What's that?

Well, this guy Lomax, he travels halfway around the world, switches his

identification a dozen times, and he still gets caught.

It's not so easy to drop out of sight.

Yeah, but he did it wrong, you know.

Boy, oh boy, oh boy, he did it way wrong.

You could do better, I suppose.

Well, now you want to bet that I can't just drop off the edge of the world,

sort of evaporate? Ah, come on. now.

No, no, you come on, Mallory. Now, why don't you put some money where your

is? Why don't you bet me, say, what, a thousand dollars?

Brad. Now, listen.

Just because I haven't, it doesn't mean to say that I don't know anything, you

know. I never said it did.

But you are thinking it.

All right, all right.

$10 ,000.

$10 ,000 that I just can't disappear, right?

$10 ,000?

I'll make it $20 ,000. $40 ,000, a million.

What does it matter?

We both know you're not going to disappear.

You're not going anywhere at all.

You want to bet?

Come on, why don't you relax?

Even a watch spring runs down occasionally.

You know what you are?

You're just a 24 -hour surveillance man. You know that?

I'm a professional.

Meaning that I'm just a talented amateur?

I didn't say that.

No, but you think it sometimes, don't you?

You think that where you work, I play.

Oh, well. At least you didn't dispute the word talented.

You're pretty good.

Making allowances for my sex?

Making allowances for your sex.

Well, you don't have to.

I'll stand or fall on results.

All right, answer me this, then. Who's the guy that's been following us ever

since we left Walt's place?

I don't see anybody.

Takes a professional to spot him.

Car's around the next corner, right?

Right. And there's a cafe opposite, right?

Right. Why don't we dive in the cafe?

Bonjour.

Ah.

You spotted me.

Mind you, you know, I wanted you to.

You wanted us to?

Well, I didn't want to hire anybody who I thought didn't know their job. You

understand?

Huron. Brad Huron.

Carl Huron?

That is daddy.

The shipping millionaire.

A billionaire, actually. I mean, I don't like to brag about this thing, but I

like to be accurate, you know.

I didn't know, Carl, you're on Ed's son.

Oh, yeah, yes, yes.

Our mother was the greatest illusionist of all time.

You said something about hiring us.

I want you to make me disappear.

So, that's the picture.

I made this bet. I don't know whether it was a wise thing to do, but I made a

bet, you know.

That we could make you disappear without a trace. Yeah, that's about it.

But for how long?

I don't know, a couple of days, maybe a week, until I prove my point.

Yes, but why us?

Because we're detectives, because we find people, because we know what

they make, and because we know what not to do.

Hey, you're very fast, huh?

You know, I knew it. I knew the moment I read about you two that you'd be the

best ones for the job. You know, I reckon that you are the best in the

So, uh, I mean, what do you say?

Sounds as though it might be fun.

Oh, come on, Harry, what's wrong? Isn't it professional enough for you?

We'll talk about it. Oh, hey, wait a minute. No.

Well, I want to disappear right now. I mean, today. I mean, take me to Spain.

Anywhere. We'll talk about it back at Boucher's place.

All right, Mr. Huron. My car is just across the street.

Oh, yeah.

Just pay for the bill, huh?

Yeah.

Thank you, sir.

Get in.

Yeah, but what about... Come on, get in.

Merci beaucoup.

Lesson one in disappearing.

Don't talk, move.

Talented amateur.

She just ran out on you.

Oh, come on, Harry.

She was one step ahead of you, that's all. Admit it.

It was a neat trick, huh?

Maybe. Hey, what's eating you?

I don't know. There's something about that Huron guy. Something I don't trust.

Something phony.

And while you're being overcautious, they both just disappeared, huh?

Disappeared? Yeah, along with the .44 automatic and three clips of ammo. How?

One man you have to look after. One man.

With guards and dogs and a 12 -foot fence to help. Well, I guess we got kind

slack, Mr. Huron. Your son hadn't given us any trouble in months.

Especially these past few weeks. He seems so... so lucid. Lucid?

Lucid?

How long have we got?

Before he comes looking for you.

The man you made a bet with, he will come looking for you, won't he?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

He'll come looking, all right, yeah.

So kind of...

Crazy bet.

A bet?

What does he mean, a bet?

We got the idea from the newspaper.

Newspaper?

We've met him. But where is he now?

Harry would like to know that, too.

Why do you ask?

Hey, come on. Remember the ethics of our profession. This gentleman might be in

league with whoever is chasing Brad Huron, whoever he made the bet with. The

he made the bet with is in the hospital with a compound fracture of the skull.

And my son put in there.

Brad is... Well, he's not normal. He never has been. He's deranged.

He's homicidal.

He's dangerous.

And he's armed.

What are you doing?

Calling the police.

Well, now, commit him. Put him away.

Whatever he is, he's still my son. Yeah, and he's with our colleague.

Hey, you really think you can get away with this? It'll take my life on it.

Ray.

Wait.

Wait, Inspector.

Merci.

It's on the wire, a full alert.

What can I do now?

You're home.

Wait. Stay by the phone.

Yes.

Um, Mr. Rule.

When they find my son... He just heard me tell them he's a sick man.

The police won't find the Contessa.

Not if she doesn't want to be found.

Call Laprov.

Tell him to get in touch with every stoolie in town. She's going to have to

that car soon, and I want to find out where.

Okay.

one i think hey wait a minute we're gonna steal a car now who said steal

all mine then i think you change your clothes for

you

hello

wait i don't want to wait that car she dumped the car where in town

in our own garage

Everything okay?

Mm -hmm. The only problem was your bra size.

My bra size?

Yeah.

What did she take? The Citroën, monsieur.

The yellow Citroën.

I caused a bit of a stir in the men's room.

How do I look?

Oh, Grandmama, what big hands you've got. You better keep those out of sight,

otherwise you look great.

What are we stopping here for?

Lesson two in disappearing.

Stop running and get a good look at who's chasing you.

And it won't be long now.

Why? You see that little man across the street, the one by the car?

His name's Leprave.

He's a professional busybody used by lots of people in our line of business.

Somebody's using him to locate the car now.

Another few minutes and we'll know who.

Okay, Leprave, we're on our way.

Have you lived in Paris long?

Oh, about a couple of years.

You? I move around.

Well, would you consider staying still long enough for me to get to know you?

Well, I think I might need notice of a question like that.

Oh. What's wrong?

The man you made a bet with has just played an ace.

He's hired Harry Rule to find us.

Now we really do have to move fast and cleverly.

Harry is a professional.

I'll take the left -hand side.

Okay.

Bonjour, monsieur.

Café? Information. I'm looking for a woman. Tall, slim, beautiful.

Who is that, monsieur?

She was with a man, an American, a chunky, have a friendly face.

I'm sorry, monsieur.

You didn't see anyone.

A beautiful woman, yes.

She sat here just a few moments ago.

But she was with her mother, monsieur, not a man.

Just an old lady.

An old lady?

Oui. Did she wear a veil?

Why, yes.

Where did they go? They went out across the street.

We're in the clear.

Well, I've done it.

Nobody knows where I am.

Except me.

Great.

Wait.

Two women.

One young, one old.

You know, I would have expected better from the confessor.

Putting him in old ladies' clothes.

It's a straight steal from the Lomax case.

Still, it worked. Left us with egg on our head.

That's face.

Expression is egg on your face.

Paul, I think you're right.

What? The Contessa, she can do better than she is.

What do you mean?

Dressing him up like an old lady. I mean, that's corny and obvious. And

out a bright yellow Citroen when she had her choice of a dozen cars.

She's blazing a trail a myopic Boy Scout could follow. She's going to switch.

Completely switch.

Right. Yep. But to what? Okay, what would you do if you were in her shoes?

Well, I'd get another car. Yeah, but you can't just hire one. There'd be

questions and papers.

A taxi can be traced.

She's got to have a cool car.

One that no one's looking for.

One that's already been found.

Swear one.

I mean,

where are we headed?

Spain.

Well, that's where you said you wanted to go, isn't it? Oh, yeah, yeah.

I think we'll have to stop for petrol soon.

The tank's nearly empty.

There's no turn off here for ten miles.

This road leads up into the mountains.

You know, we could be making a mistake.

You said that.

You could be going in completely the wrong direction.

He said that too.

And I'll keep saying it because I keep thinking it. We don't know the Contessa

came this way.

Kieran mentioned Spain. This is the only route they could take.

And if you're wrong?

I know a little inn near the border. Real French cooking.

Bottle of local wine.

How does that sound?

I'm with you.

Someone's in back.

I'll fetch him.

I want to get some gas for my car.

Petrol.

I can't seem to find anybody.

There's a car coming. I think it's Harry. Come on.

They found us. How did they find us?

Because they're good, that's why.

Well, come on, get moving. I mean, they're going to fall in your car.

There's no need to rush.

They won't get far without a rotor arm.

No.

It's no good. We tore out the rotor arm. We're finished now. Not yet.

Put these on. Cover your face.

You gotta warn Carol before her hearing gets wise.

We can kill again.

They got a good start. Let's try a couple of shortcuts.

That looks pretty rough up there.

You think you'll be able to handle the bike?

There's only one way to find out.

Where do they come from?

Motorcyclists? I don't know.

Who are they?

Tourists, probably.

Anna, why aren't they overtakers, huh?

They're probably waiting for a straight stretch of road, I suppose.

I don't think they recognize us. Try and warn her.

And Harry.

What?

Yeah. Lose them.

If it were anyone but Paul and Harry, it's no use.

I said lose them.

Or else I'll lose you.

Permanently.

Now nobody takes me back.

Drive.

Yes, I'm fine.

Well, he won his bet.

Well, the soul of a man is easy to buy.

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