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(Přepsáno pomocí TurboScribe.ai. Upgradovat na Neomezený pro odstranění této zprávy.) Yes, he's a...

Yes, that's alright.

Against me!

Let me go!

Let me go!

I

don't

know what you're talking about.

I

don't

know what you're talking about.

Oh!

You belong here?

I'm Jim Palmer.

The contest is expecting me.

Now, will you relax?

It's alright, Joe.

He's a friend.

Well...

It's good to have it confirmed.

Hello, Jim.

Would you believe this?

What?

I'm at a loss for words.

Well, why don't you try something like it's

been a long, long time?

Or even that it seemed like yesterday.

Both would be true.

Can I sit down?

Oh!

Fifty-nine?

Yes.

You have a memory for detail.

I have a memory for your expensive tastes.

Jim...

We've got trouble on our hands.

Ah, here.

This is usually the quietest island on my

beat.

Not any longer.

The elected government is afraid of an armed

takeover.

No, seriously, though.

Several small caches of weapons have been found

in the last few weeks.

I read the first reports.

The government's taking it seriously?

Seriously enough to call us in.

This is your area, Jim.

Any names in the political hat?

Not among the regular opposition.

They're all far too democratically inclined.

What would you say if I pulled out

the name Adam Marcus?

Oh, Marcus, I would have said clubs...

...tourism. And more recently, the word on the

island says politics.

Well, that's a lead worth following, isn't it?

What else do you have on him?

Oh, nothing much.

Harry's been working on a few leads.

But every time we come up with something,

the opposition turns very nasty.

So you've nothing?

Nothing more than a red panel truck that's

hidden somewhere on the north end of the

island.

That's not much.

No, I know, but if Harry and Paul

can flush it out before it's abandoned...

...we just might be on to something.

Oh, hell with business.

You haven't changed a bit.

Harry?

Harry?

I've ported this section.

Nothing visible from up here.

Okay, Paul, we'll bring the police cordon and

close-up on to the next section.

Caroline, anything from your end?

This is the last fishing village on this

area of coast, Harry.

Jim's just checking now.

Looks like we're out of luck.

Harry!

Hold it, I think Paul may have something.

This is it, Harry.

Red panel truck heading north along the coast

road.

Okay, now!

Thanks, Jim.

Do you know him, Jim?

Yeah.

His name is Lintar.

In the past he's worked for our friend,

Adam Marcus.

Well, that may or may not mean something.

Fact is that at one time or another

half this island worked for Adam Marcus.

Lintar did work for me, Mr. Palmer.

You're absolutely correct.

But as the manager of a restaurant, not

as a gunrunner.

What about the girl with the baby carriage

filled with hand grenades?

She worked for you, too, as a waitress.

Just as a waitress.

You seem to be looking for a solution.

Escape good, no?

When you choose Adam Marcus, you choose the

wrong man.

I have some very close connections in this

island.

It would grieve me if you forced me

to use them.

What do you think, Harry?

I think she's great.

What about Marcus?

Marcus?

Well, I don't know, Caroline.

We've got a lot of odd scraps of

information that suggests he might be implicated.

For my money it's not enough yet.

Why not?

All my information suggests he's moving from business

into politics.

He's not the sort of man to wait

around for an election victory.

Yeah, we need facts, Jim.

Somewhere in this island there's a warehouse filled

with weapons.

Find that and we've got our man.

I think we've got him already.

Caroline?

I think Jim's right.

All we need now is the proof.

Shall we go?

I'll pay the check.

Caroline, what's going on here?

What do you mean, what's going on?

I mean the evidence we've got on Marcus

so far.

I mean, I can't go for that and

I'm sure you can't either.

Jim does.

Jim does.

That's important, huh?

To me, yes, very.

I see.

I'm getting some kind of bad vibrations here.

You're not still carrying a torch for that

guy, are you?

Perhaps I am.

Anyway, this is one you'll have to let

me play my way.

As I said, it's very important to me.

Really?

Yes.

Good night, Harry.

What's happening, Jim?

Well?

Harry wanted proof that Marcus is behind the

arms distribution.

So you've arranged to give it to him?

Right.

I contacted the local people this morning.

They've agreed to make simultaneous raids on Marcus'

clubs all over the island.

I hope you're not making a mistake, Jim.

Marcus wasn't bluffing about his political connections.

No mistake, Caroline baby.

My guess is that even Harry will be

satisfied by what these raids produce.

Let's go on up.

I checked the other Marcus' clubs that were

raided.

Three of them contained nothing.

The other two produced two crates of grenades

apiece.

That's four crates of grenades and ten of

rifles.

That's not much for an armed uprising.

Yes, but we don't know what's been delivered

already.

Yeah, that's true.

But if Marcus is serious about this, it

seems to me he had some logistical backup,

you know.

Spare parts, ammunition.

You mean this isn't it?

I mean this isn't the main distribution center.

Whatever part Marcus may play in the whole

deal.

Still got doubts, Harry?

Yeah, they're bred into me.

Ever since the kid next door sold me

his backyard rainbow for my champion bullfrog and

a bent half dollar.

Okay.

If you're not satisfied with this, let's see

what the haul was at the other raids.

I'll follow you down, Caroline.

Whatever you say, Harry.

Stay with him, Paul.

He's beginning to look more like the kid

next door to me.

Right.

Don't worry about Harry.

He's always hard to convince.

Maybe.

But of course you and I know that

ten cases of rifles puts the whole matter

beyond reasonable doubt.

Unless, of course, Harry's real doubts are about

you and me.

Let me help you.

All right, thank you.

You're Maria, aren't you?

The sister of the girl who was killed

at the roadblock.

What do you want?

Tell me about your sister.

I have nothing to say.

You have nothing to say about a sister

who was killed by her own side?

Leave me alone.

They weren't after your peanuts.

Okay, let's talk where we left off.

All right.

What do you want to know?

The arms your sister was distributing.

Where did they come from?

You know the big bay on the far

side of the island?

Yeah.

There's an old house there overlooking the harbor.

It's worth a visit.

All

right.

Just couldn't stay away, could you, Harry?

Never going to pull off a coup on

this island?

This way, Harry.

I put a lot into this operation.

Too much for you to cost me now.

That's quite an impressive bunch of weapons you've

got in there.

More than you expected?

No, I figured that anyone that could afford

ten cases of rifles to frame Madame Marcus

had to have a lot in hand.

I didn't have to frame Marcus.

I just helped the Contessa's suspicions along.

Too bad for you, you didn't share them.

Why did you do it, Palmer?

Go for broke?

Isn't it obvious?

Maybe.

It's quite an investment, though.

Two murders, double-crossing our organization.

The Contessa?

Leave her out of it, Rue.

You think you can?

Listen, Rue.

In two days, a military dictatorship takes over

the island.

And you're going to be a rich man.

That's right.

And the Contessa?

When we were together in Leipzig, I had

nothing.

This time...

Maybe it'll be different.

You're selling rainbows, Palmer.

Do you sell them?

Take him inside.

Lock him up!

Get him!

Get him!

Get him!

He's gone away!

Cover the grounds!

All right, go out the back there.

You stay behind there and cover me from

here.

He's nowhere around the house.

He must be in the garden.

Right, cordon off the area.

Set up roadblocks.

Check the airport.

Right.

I, uh...

I thought you might have a guest.

Oh, it's just an official visit.

I'm checking below now.

Now, what about this turn around the island

you promised me?

With Marcus and Joe, I guess we deserve

some sort of celebration.

The engine's turning over.

The champagne is on board.

What more do you want?

He's on the grounds.

He must have got away.

Call the Contessa.

Caroline, this is Paul.

Do you read me?

Come in, Caroline.

Caroline, this is Paul.

Do you read me?

What are we doing, Jim?

I, uh...

Thought you might like to take in a

bit of the North Africa coast.

Well, isn't it a bit late for that?

We can be back by nightfall.

I expected you earlier.

What kept you?

I, I was holding back on the big

news.

Oh?

I went to see Marcus in jail this

morning.

Confessed everything.

In jail?

This morning?

That's very strange.

Why strange?

Because Adam, Marcus and I were having drinks

together on the yacht.

Just before you arrived.

But he was arrested.

Police arrested him at the club this morning.

Really a show of force, Mr. Palmer.

Sorry to upset your plans.

But the blame, I...

Perhaps I should say the credit, belongs to

the Contessa.

You arranged all this?

You knew?

I didn't know for sure.

But I thought it was a possibility.

So you appointed Marcus as a suspect.

Gave me enough rope to hang myself.

You did an excellent job, Mr. Palmer.

Adam Marcus is one of my oldest friends,

Jim.

He goes back even further than Leipzig.

So when you started to pile up the

evidence against him, it was really evidence against

you.

So just turn the boat around, Mr. Palmer,

and point it in the direction of the

nearest jail.

All right.

If that's what you want.

That's Paul and Harry.

You haven't got a chance.

With you, I got a chance?

No, Jim.

No chance.

Maybe you're right.

You always were.

Fifty-nine.

What is this?

I mean...

Management?

No.

It's the best I can do for an

apology.

Why?

Because you didn't tell me that Palmer was

the top of your list of suspects?

Why didn't you?

I hoped it wasn't him.

I gave him every chance to prove it,

because...

I don't know.

Well, I suppose in some way I thought

I was responsible.

For old time's sake.

Yes, something like that.

Anyways, I told you a long time ago,

as far as I was concerned, it was

all over in Leipzig.

Shall we dance?

Shall we dance?

Why not?

You're not the only one who's got influence

around here.