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This must be the place.
Which room has the action?
from the floor, the one with the balcony.
You'll park below.
If I can find a parking space.
Traffic shouldn't be bad after dark.
Look out.
Bye.
Who are you?
What are you doing here?
I have something very important to tell you.
A message.
From a mutual friend.
Where's Hush?
Tisney.
Philip de Tisney, you remember, my friend?
Uncle Agent disappeared about two weeks ago. Where is he?
You have very little time left, Mr. Horsch.
We'll be at the Yugoslav border in a few minutes.
Border police, Mr. Horsch.
Shall we tell them about a man of your criminal reputation in their country?
Won't they have a lovely reception for a man like you?
Miles go by, Mr. Horsch. We have less and less time.
You fake it. Of course.
Hello, how stupid can you be?
Open channel D.
Channel D.
by 15 minutes, Miss Dancer.
What have you learned from Horsch?
I'm afraid, sir, we haven't been able to make him talk.
Oh, nonsense, nonsense.
He'll talk.
No doubt you haven't explained it graphically enough.
No, sir.
At any rate, your job is to find the Disney or discover what happened to him.
And you must penetrate the secret he was trying to unravel.
We've just reached the border, sir.
A secret I need to remind you may cost the Disney his life.
Uh, the border guards are just getting on the train, sir.
You understand, Miss Darter?
Thoroughly. Very well.
You are making a terrible mistake.
I'm sorry for you, chum.
No, I'll tell you.
We must get off here.
It's not far.
Ah, life at last. Wise of you.
Buongiorno. Buongiorno.
Buongiorno.
Buongiorno. Passport.
I'm sorry to say we won't be able to visit your beautiful Yugoslavia.
Passport. No, we got involved in such an interesting conversation. We had no
idea we'd get to Poggi so quickly.
Passport. I'll go pass. Bye.
No,
no! Hey,
gentlemen, please. Hey, boy.
Hey,
hey, hey.
No!
Tracy, you must stop it!
I follow that car.
Follow that car?
Oh, yes, like in your American movies. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
Yes, big joke. Well, I don't have time for big jokes.
This is no joke.
You don't do that.
Now, I stop the car.
What are you doing?
Just relax a minute. I'll try and explain.
You're crazy.
I'm sort of a police agent, roughly speaking.
Sit back and relax.
You
must
have gone up that road to the villa.
Right.
Where?
Thanks, Ebisa.
Oh, and if you should ever happen to be in New York, don't hesitate to call.
Where is it, my daughter?
Oh.
Excuse me, Your Grace. I... I seem to have stumbled right into your villa.
Oh, how very fortunate for me.
I'd like a glass of wine and a biscuit in mid -morning.
But I dislike having it alone.
Come and have one with me.
Good red wine.
What is the harm?
Yes?
Costumes interested you?
Yes. It's a hobby of mine.
I design them to suit myself.
I have many hobbies.
Architecture, painting. I'm an amateur, of course. But as a painter, I consider
myself quite good.
I figure the style of Titian... Are you an admirer of Titian by any chance?
Oh, yes.
Uh... Your eminence, I wonder if you could possibly ask... Yes, yes, yes. All
good time.
Sit down.
Sip, you boy. It will do you good.
Thank you.
Now then, my child, what is troubling you? How can I help you?
You could perhaps give me some information.
Yes.
I was following, chasing, I should say, a man named Horsch.
Hugo Horsch.
He turned in here. Do you know him, Your Grace?
Horsch? No.
He's a German.
Forty -five -ish.
Six feet tall and balding.
There's no one like that here, to my knowledge.
Chasing him?
Yes, I'm with a law enforcement agency.
You wish me to take you seriously? Very well.
You came to the village on the train this morning?
Yes. Alone?
No.
Mark and I are taking horse.
Mark Slate is my partner.
And Mrs. Slate, what has become of him?
Of Grayson?
Yes, my child.
I wonder if I...
Finish your wine.
No, thank you.
You're not a cardinal?
What is it that gave me away, my child?
The ring?
Wrong ring and wrong hand for an authentic gardener.
I'd only been trying on the costume. I didn't think about the ring.
My nephew, Cesare.
Heavens to Betsy.
Dear, dear, dear. Nothing like...
She don't.
Interesting.
Extremely interesting.
She followed Horsch from the village.
Her partner, Max Slade, is presumably still there.
Do they know what we're planning?
No.
How can we be sure? She saw the costumes in the hall.
So the costumer of the Vatican Swiss Guard studied it.
I watched her.
It meant nothing to her.
Furthermore, if she knew we were going to loot the Vatican, she never would
accepted me as an authentic cardinal.
But for a moment... Well, but can we chance it?
I chance nothing.
We are hours away from success.
The Vatican, Cesare.
The storehouse. house of the Renaissance treasures.
Jewels, art, relics.
Do you think I will let those two little people jeopardize such an unparalleled
opportunity? Oh, no.
This one is in our hands.
And Slate?
Send Horsch to the village to take care of Mr.
Slate.
Signore, have you seen an American girl?
Ragazza Americana?
Hello?
Miss, um... Raffaele.
New York to Rome about two months ago.
Adriana Raffaele.
Si, I remember.
But please, if you don't mind, I am mad. And I don't talk to nobody when I'm
mad. And that's a fact. There's nothing I can do. Goodbye.
As a good girl, we have to follow that moon. Hey, no.
Don't push. I'm terribly sorry, love.
Don't take my gown.
I don't like to be pushed around like this.
Oh, mamma mia.
Oh, my foolish old baby.
Oh, my goodness.
Oh, look at that.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh. I doubt if any of Titian's models were ever forced to pose for him.
Think, my child.
Think. To be that ideal.
The complete man.
I confess, I confess.
That within me, eating of my vitals, is the energy of that dream.
The Renaissance man?
Precisely, you understand.
Painter, poet, scholar, warrior, ruler.
Or do you think I reach too far?
Oh, no.
No. Perish, forbid.
Here, I am not. far from surpassing Titian himself.
Incredible, really.
I knew the moment I first saw you that you were my ideal Titian.
Your skin tone is exceptional.
Thank you.
Actually, quite Titian -esque.
How kind you are.
Cesare.
Extraordinary.
Quite extraordinary.
Look at the intelligence of her eyes.
Do you think she's guessed?
With the clues of the costumes laid out for her?
Have you, my child?
Perhaps with one more small clue.
It wouldn't matter, my child, if you knew.
Nothing can stop us now.
Your agents, the Disney, Slate,
The whole uncle, or any agency or government in the world, they can't
nothing. Even now, while you're sitting there, our hand is
closing.
Within 12 hours, we will have done what entire armies have never been able to
accomplish. Ah, yes, my child.
Truly, the Renaissance man.
Are you okay, see?
Yeah, I'm okay. I can't see very much and my neck's slightly broken.
Is this so important?
Oh, I don't know.
Believe me, I swear.
On the steering wheel, if you don't mind.
What about Prince Boreas and his handsome nephew, the spoiler of women?
Oh, see.
In the right wing of the villa, his apartment, all the way right.
For the girls in the village, say, you know.
So you find her at all, you crazy one.
You find her in the right way, you know?
B.
Oh, the villa is up the hill.
Good, you can drop me off anywhere.
No, I go with you. No, you go home.
You are very handsome, Mark Slade. Watch the road.
Business before pleasure.
It was agreed the syndicate was to be responsible for security.
Do you understand me, Prince?
Yes, the city harsh bungled.
Badly. Admit it.
First they tisney.
Now Slate and this girl, they too will be eliminated, of course.
But we can no longer be a target for Uncle.
This bungling must stop.
Therefore, I will take over security.
Very well.
How magnificently cozy.
Lovely.
Champagne?
My dear Miss dancer, please Abandon all hopes and
enjoy yourself
Cesare?
Cesare?
You're positively lethal.
I'll bet you can't catch these.
I'm Jenny.
Are you hurt?
I don't know.
Oh, wiggle a little.
You're all right. Where's your lover?
I put him in the wardrobe.
I used that neutralizer of yours on him.
He'll be asleep for some time.
Let me go!
What's going on out there?
Let me go! You'd better find out.
out of these costumes.
I'm going to try and get her out.
Want any help?
No, you sneak out the back way.
Right. Love.
Thank you.
Now, look here. We can't have this, you know.
Turn that girl loose immediately, please. She knows nothing that could be
slightest benefit to you.
Hold where you are, Mr. Slade.
Now, extend your arms.
Slowly.
Zack, if he makes any other move, shoot.
You, sir, I assume, are Prince Bariasi. How is it possible for a man of your
integrity to...
I thought they killed you.
I was so afraid.
I held you in my arms and your heart was still still as death.
And then, mercifully, it began to beat again.
You held me and tended me?
Yes.
Rubbish.
What is this?
We've orders to shoot on sight, sir.
Shoot who?
The man and the girl.
You don't make sense.
Out.
You were worried about my heart.
You think I'm that naive?
There was nothing to stop you.
And you chose to remain.
Why?
I will give you five seconds.
Where would Mr. Slade go?
Where is he your rendezvous?
We hadn't one. He's already written me off.
Three seconds.
Besides, Mark knew nothing.
Two seconds.
It was simply his responsibility to get the girl out.
One second.
I can't tell you what I don't know!
Wait.
Wouldn't he be more sensible to use her as a decoy?
I agree that Mr. Slate will certainly want to get to our lovely Miss Dancer,
we'll take her out quite openly and bait the trap.
Have our cake and eat it too, as your saying goes.
Scary, isn't it?
Don't worry, I've got other situations worse than this.
What's the matter?
Don't worry.
Hello?
Hello?
Channel D, please.
And as I said, unfortunately, we learned nothing from Horsch.
They've got April.
Still there, sir?
Yes, I'm still here, Mr. Slate.
It's just that I prefer always not to speak in anger, if possible.
Yes, sir.
I'd hoped that by this time you and Miss Dancer had recovered Mr. Horsh and had
gained some knowledge of what this affair was about.
And here you are, locked in a truck, With some young Italian wench speeding
along heaven knows where, misdance in the hands of these people.
Well, at this very moment, they're in the process of beginning that operation.
Yes, sir.
Oh, yeah.
Here's Miss Ibsen of research.
I want you to give her the clues you have.
And in the most minute detail. Yes, sir.
Definitely.
Hello, Mr. Houston.
There were six costumes.
A halberdier of the 15th or 16th century.
Is that Castel Sant 'Angelo?
All clear here.
Proceed.
Do you know your history?
From the castle there is a secret tunnel leading... leading where?
To the Vatican.
Precisely.
A tunnel used in Renaissance days for the Pope's escape to the castle whenever
Rome was attacked by besieging armies.
Like Charles V, for instance, during the sack of Rome.
Of course.
And yours will be the sack of the Vatican.
I should have guessed.
The sack of the centuries.
We'll strip it bare.
We'll do what entire armies have tried and failed.
Research believes it exactly duplicates a description of the halberdier costume.
The Swiss guards.
Yes.
And that means the Vatican.
Research believes that would be a reasonable assumption, sir.
I want Commander of the Security Fleet, Rome.
Pray we're not too late.
You crazy one.
Well?
Charge is ready in the first barricade, Your Highness.
Fire! Fire!
So the decoy attempt was useless as I thought it would be.
Charge is ready in the second barricade, sir.
Fire! Fire!
We'll get rid of the girl before she becomes a problem.
Ready or not.
Cesare.
Cesare. Zack.
Lights reported ahead of the tunnel, sir. Beyond the left gate.
Police here.
They're attacking at the entrance gate.
How did the police find out we are here? Give me that. Go to the entrance gate.
Your presence will make sure the guard doesn't break.
Wait.
My presence.
While you pick up reinforcements, continue operation according to plan to
you to charge.
Which way?
I don't know. I don't know.
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
I told you to stay here. Come on. I want to live too.
All right.
Help me.
Help me.
not be happy.
The uncle agents are in there.
In that case, they cannot trouble us anymore.
My friends, can you hear me?
Help!
Benedictions, Miss Dunster, Mr. Slate and friend.
Bless you all.
You whore!
Are you
already blessed?
There was no need for further violence.
The police.
Always the police.
You are a bit late. I see.
See. See.
Follow that car.
I heard someone.
Watch the road.
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