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For Humbert

THE MAN FROM LONDON

- Don't follow me too soon. - Ok.

- Wait a good two minutes. - I will wait to you disappear.

Don't worry.

- Be careful! - I will.

Coward!

Fucking asshole...

- Take your stinking hands off... ! - Let the fuck go!

- Disgusting pig! - Bring it here!

- You scumbag! - Son of a bitch!

- Give it to me! - Whore...

You are going to give it to me! Motherfucker.

- Coward! - Give it to me...

That wasn't the fucking deal.

- I will fucking kill you... - Fuck you!

Fucking guy!

What do you want?

Look,

I'm here on behalf of Mitchell.

Of course you know him a lot better than I do,

he's booked you repeatedly over the past fifteen years.

So, that means you also be aware,

that last Saturday,

Mitchell finally made up his mind, to sell his theatre.

The buyer

put down a deposit of 55,000 pounds in cash.

And there's no doubt,

you are well aware

Mitchell put every last penny in this safe.

The banks closed on Saturdays, so he couldn't

put it anywhere else.

Like always,

at 8 p.m. precisely,

Mitchell bolted and doubled locked the door

slipped down to the bar for a drink and a sandwich.

The porter stated that he heard

no one at all on the stairway.

And all the time he swears he was there, at his desk.

You, are very familiar with Mitchell's office.

You know his office window

is on the front of the building,

just below the eaves.

There are billboards

advertising the show above the entrance to the foyer.

The neon lights

are so bright

that the wall behind is pitch black.

And Mitchell's window is completely in shadow.

I know of only one man...

capable of such an acrobatic feat.

You, Brown.

After the robbery,

Mitchell telephoned

to let me know

that he really isn't bothered

whether the thief get's punished or not.

All he wants is his money back, and he will go to any length to obtain it.

He says he will hand over

the box office takings from the last two Saturday nights.

I promised my old friend somehow I find you.

I made it quite clear that

if you were at home with your good lady wife

then hopefully, with the best will in the world

we could come to some sort of easy and swift conclusion.

I maybe will be wrong, but...

you are a family man at heart.

If I couldn't track you down at all

before you and your unsavoury partner in crime got together,

things could prove to be a little more complicated.

I do know, that Teddy brings out the worst in you.

How much did you say was in the safe?

About 60,000 pounds.

You went to my house?

Yes.

Your wife offered me some tea. She was busy running around after the children.

I happen to know there's quite a few final demands in red bills on the table.

She caught me staring at the pile on the table mat.

So the poor thing grabbed them and shove them in the nearest draw.

Well?

What shall I tell Mitchell then?

This evening my friend will be ready waiting by the telephone.

Can I go up to my room for a minute?

As you wish. Be quick.

However, your overcoat stays with me.

I'll be back soon.

Can I offer you something, Mrs. Brown?

No thank you, nothing.

The reason I asked you here

is because your husband is on suspicion

we believe he broke in

and stole some money from the boss, Mr. Mitchell,

60,000 pounds.

I should also tell you,

apart from burglary,

the case has moved forward.

And now involve some murder.

Your husband's associate,

you know, Teddy, he was the victim.

The body was fished out of the water a few hours ago.

I 'd like to see this matter settled

in a nice friendly fashion.

It's your help I'm after.

The only way to help your husband

is for you to give us all the help you can.

Mitchell and I are agreed

that if your husband is prepared to confess to his crime

and give the money back,

he can have

all the takings from the two last Saturday nights.

But if your husband

can't be persuaded to cooperate

than the charge won't just be burglary,

he will be accused of murder, as well.

I don't have to remind you

what the penalty for that would be.

That's why I'm asking once again for your help .

You have to find your husband, who must be hiding out somewhere,

hungry, cold

scared out of his wits.

Keep walking around

make yourself visible

let your husband know you are around.

If he makes an appearance,

reassure him that there is a solution.

Now then, let's encourage him to come forward.

We will put notices in 2 languages

announcing that

your youngest child had an accident

and that he should come to the hotel immediately.

I understand this is come as shock.

You could not have known that your husband lead a double life.

Now let's go,

I will help you put together that notice.

Try to compose yourself.

Come, please, I'll show you to your room.

What's happened?

Nothing whatsoever.

Where is my husband?

Please sit down, be patient.

Wait here.

Close the door.

Mrs,

I know how you must be feeling.

The whole tragic affair has touched me too.

So please,

please accept this small token.

Please,

please take it.

You will find you have need of it in this difficult time.

Please madam, I beg you

Madam, take care of yourself.