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Give me a minute.

I did telephone.

You weren't expecting me.

I telephoned.

Yes? About the binocular miniature.

Yes. Are you advertised?

Yes.

It is for sale.

No.

Then why?

I had to get you here without attracting undue attention.

What for?

Certainly not to discuss Italian miniatures, Contessa.

Who are you?

Please, sit down.

I said, who are you?

What do you want?

To talk.

Bernalke. You knew I collected.

You bought your first Bernanke from the Latour Gallery in Paris, September 62.

You now have perhaps the finest collection outside America.

You have me at a disadvantage.

You quite obviously know all about me.

Yes. Well, I don't even know your name.

Aren't you ready yet?

Bernard Miniature.

What do you want to talk about?

David, Marcella.

When did you last see him?

Four or five years ago.

Where? Madrid, I think.

Madrid? I have business interests there.

Was it in summer or winter?

Nobody goes to Madrid in the summer.

And you haven't seen him since?

No.

No contact? I had a letter.

From? America.

Big place, America.

Miami. When?

Shortly after Madrid.

And since then?

Nothing. And you have no idea where he is? No idea at all.

Of course, you're lying.

Am I?

Why did you lie?

Now look.

You tell me who you are and why you are trying to interrogate me. And please

note that I said trying.

Would you say that Marcello was an intelligent man?

Very.

Enigmatic. When he wants to be.

Cautious.

You make that sound negative.

Capable of violence. Everybody is capable of violence.

Worthy of trust?

I think so.

You would not.

Why not?

It's obvious.

You don't trust anybody, not even yourself.

All right, I'll come quietly.

Are you frightened?

Of what?

Me? Your circumstances?

The potential of your present situation?

No. Because you have a handgun in your purse?

Perhaps.

Now, will you open that door?

No.

I was told you were intelligent and sophisticated.

I was obviously ill -informed.

All right, Rhys, things are just getting interesting.

Would you like some coffee?

I just want to leave.

Some coffee, Rhys?

I must apologise for putting you through that melodrama.

My name is Whiting.

Commander Whiting, British Intelligence.

Identification. Of course.

This interrogation, we had to be sure.

About what?

About how you stood, in general. In particular, with regard to David

David? He's been working for British intelligence for the last 12 years.

You didn't know?

I had my suspicion.

You see, we need your help rather urgently.

His life and others could well depend upon it.

In the past 20 months, eight of our most experienced agents have been murdered

by an assassin.

How very efficient.

Hmm. About as efficient as they've ever put him to the field.

He's clever and dedicated.

But worst of all, we think he's psychotic, actually enjoys killing.

We have reason to believe that David Barcella is next on his death list.

I will help you.

Thank you.

Oh, well done, Reeve.

Oh, bring him in, will you?

Paul Boucher.

Paul? Yes, he's been here looking for you.

I'm afraid we had to lock him up.

Is he all right?

Oh, yes, I think so.

Caroline, are you okay?

I'm a little breathless, but I'm fine.

Commander Whiting.

A British intelligence.

Paul can be trusted, totally.

Oh, yes, I know.

We have a file on him.

And Harry Rule.

Would somebody mind telling me exactly what's going on here? I'll explain later

in detail. Go on, Commander.

This assassin, so far, he's evaded all our attempts to corner him.

So we decided to use someone he'd never suspect, you, as a sort of goat.

Goat?

Yes. Like an Indian tiger hunt.

The goat is staked out.

To lure the tiger in front of the hunter's guns.

Word will be put around that David and I have... renewed our friendship.

The killer will get to know that he's coming here to see me.

Where's Barcella now?

Awaiting assuredness. He's quite safe.

So, they protect their own and they use you as bait.

Yes, but the roof gets very small. Around the clock, surveillance will be

mounted. Oh.

And when the killer makes his move, Whiting and his men will be waiting,

Yes. Well,

I see why he calls it a tiger hunt.

Wow.

Oh, is this it? Yes, sir. How does it work?

It's called a night viewer, sir.

The idea was first developed for the army.

Battery operated?

Yes, sir. It's an image intensifier. It amplifies light.

No matter how dark it is, it picks up what light there is and amplifies it.

can see details quite clearly.

Pictures in the dark.

No artificial light is needed. You can attach a camera to it or use it like

binoculars. Hmm.

Yes. Interesting.

Can we check out positions?

Yes, sir.

Roger to beaters. Roger to beaters. Report in.

Beater one.

Everything quiet.

Clark, sir.

Beater two. Nothing to report.

Ibbott. Beater three. Everything under control.

Selby.

Beater four.

Beater four.

Ruddy cold.

That has to be Jarman.

He's on the route, sir.

Thank you. Roger. Out.

All armed.

Clark, Ibbott and Jarman with handguns, sir.

Selby and myself with rifles.

Now, we don't want any innocent parties hurt.

But it's absolutely essential that we obtain our objective.

Do I make myself sufficiently clear, Rhys?

We understand, sir.

We'll get him.

I want his head on my wall.

Do you think it's going to work, sir?

It's got to.

It's been two days.

Yes.

Maybe he's sent to set up.

Three to one.

Three to one to Roger.

Roger here.

Intruder and Muse moving towards the house.

This is Commander Whiting. Do you recognize Intruder?

Observe, but do not approach.

All beaters. I repeat, under no circumstances must intruder be aware of

presence. Keep all channels open and remain on close call.

Commander Whiting? There's an intruder approaching.

We don't recognize him.

Now here's what I want you to do.

He's in right.

Stay out.

Repeat, do not enter.

If he leaves without incident, I'm on a photograph, right?

Yes, sir. Fix it.

I think he's leaving.

Ready?

Ready.

Go on.

Got him!

Pick him up now.

No, let him go.

But, sir... No one is to leave his position. That is an order.

I'm sorry, sir. I just thought... You didn't think.

I want those printed up.

And check the CRO within the hour.

Yes, sir.

Who was he? A cheap little thief called Tommy Watt.

Of course, it could be a coincidence.

Excuse me.

Commander, I don't believe in coincidence.

Neither do I, as a matter of fact.

Well, then what was he doing here?

I'm not sure.

Well, I am.

He was obviously sent by the killer to check us out.

That her?

Yeah.

You're sure?

There ain't too many chicks around who look like that.

That's the easiest century I ever earned.

So you forget we ever met.

I've got a terrible memory for names and faces. Dreadful.

Uh, anytime, Squire.

You know where to find me.

Anything you want, like, uh, you know, done.

Pay for my tea, will you?

You know, I suspect that this killer is more efficient than Whiting

thinks.

Yeah. He could know about this event.

Well, it's possible.

Now, he could have a contact somewhere in intelligence.

How else could Whiting be sure of filtering down the information that

coming here?

Right, lady.

You know, something doesn't quite figure about that one.

He is an extraordinary man.

A cross between an inquisitor and a confessional priest.

You never talked much about David Barcella.

No.

Why? Too private?

I never really thought about it before.

Was he an old friend?

I suppose he's one of the few people in the world I really care about.

Okay.

Hello. Can I speak to Alex?

Alex?

Is he in?

I'm sorry, you must have the wrong number.

I don't know.

I'm sure I've heard that voice before.

Someone coming.

Who is it?

It's him.

Positive identification.

Let him through.

Await my instructions.

Let me know when he's nearly at the house.

Commander Whiting?

Commander Whiting?

No. Take over here.

Commander Whiting!

Try again.

Commander Whiting!

He's nearly there.

What the hell is going on?

It's Clark, sir. He's dead.

Must be inside.

What are you doing here?

You're David Barcella.

think you're doing?

You led me to a trap. What do you mean? You set me up. No, no, not you.

There is an assassin.

There's no assassin. The only killers are out there, Whiting and his men.

I don't understand.

Whiting told me... The ring.

Our ring.

I was told you needed me, needed help.

You knew I'd come.

Then it must have been Whiting.

He used you to trap me.

Why?

He wants me dead.

Twelve years.

Espionage, counter -espionage, the things that had to be done in the name

security.

When I tried to explain, I'd had enough.

Wanted out.

He told me.

Whiting told me.

No one resigns from his department.

No one.

Break it in.

There are six men out there.

Five.

You've got one chance. Come on.

You're going to go on fast.

Find him. Reese?

Jarman?

He made a break for you. Cut him off. Okay.

I'm the goat, remember?

I gave him time.

Time to get away from you.

Bye.