Original subtitles

You don't believe a word of it, do you?

It's a very serious allegation, Mademoiselle.

I think you'd better come to the station and speak to the Inspector.

You think this car followed you all the way from Avignon?

I know it did!

Inspector, I'm not imagining things.

That car tried to run me off the road!

Why?

I don't know why!

Last night in Paris, the same guy tried to run me over!

How?

It was a dark street, and I was about to cross it...

when suddenly, a car came at me with its headlights blazing so I stopped.

But deliberately, he went right at me!

And how did you see the color, Miss Kerrell?

He slowed down at the end of the street!

Did you see the number plate?

No.

I was too upset.

Then, can you be quite sure it was the same car today?

Well, no. How can you be certain?

Exactly!

Now, suppose a car nearly hit you last night...

Naturally, you are shocked.

Today on the road, you see a similar car.

It passes you...

then it stops, maybe for petrol.

Later, you're on a dangerous piece of the road.

Maybe you're a little afraid of the road.

The car appears again, unwisely it tries to pass you.

Very neat, but not true!

But if someone is trying to kill you...

you must have some idea who they are or why they're trying to do it?

There is no reason at all!

That's why it's such a nightmare. - Yes.

So you won't do anything? - What can I do?

Do you want me to stop every white Mercedes in the south of France and...

ask the driver if he tried to murder anyone lately?

I see your point.

Hello?

Hello? There is a Dr. Forla here to see you.

I'm sorry, I don't know a Dr. Forla.

Oh, just a minute please.

Miss Kerrell doesn't seem to know you, monsieur.

That's right.

Tell her that I was in the Station when she was making the complaint.

I think I could help.

Oh, I see.

Tell him I'll come down.

Miss Kerrell? - Yes?

I'm Dr. Forla.

Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

Shall we sit down here? - If you wish.

What a fantastic view, huh?

Though a lot of people find the height rather frightening.

I can understand that.

You were in the Police Station? I hadn't seen you there.

I was in the fore room, discussing a very trivial matter.

I couldn't help overhearing what's been happening to you.

Yes? - The Inspector wasn't helpful, was he?

Though in all fairness, I don't think this is a police matter.

What can you do?

Help you! But it may take some time.

What sort of a doctor are you?

A psychiatrist.

Please, Miss Kerrell!

Sit down and listen to me.

Well...

You're being very defensive. It's very hard to help.

I don't need any help!

Look, I've been thinking over these incidents, these attempts to kill me...

There is only one explanation.

It's a simple case of mistaken identity!

I must look like... whoever they want to kill!

But now that I'm registered in this hotel under my own name, it will stop.

And that's what you've decided? - Yes.

All the same, I'm leaving you my card.

Why?

Because I want you to promise to call me if these incidents don't stop.

Miss Kerrell, what made you choose to stay in this hotel?

Photos of it...

and the view is rather spectacular, isn't it?

Why do you ask?

May I answer your question with another question?

Have you at any time had any desire to commit suicide?

Hello?

Miss Kerrell, I have a call for you.

Hello?

Hello, are you there?

Hello, can I help you?

Are you sure this call was for me?

Quite certain.

The gentleman asked for you by name and also gave your room number.

Do you know where it came from?

Well...no. Except that it was a local call.

Thank you.

No!

No!

Help!

Help!

Why are you here?

I spend many hours in the zoo.

Studying animals helps me to understand humans.

Is something wrong?

The gibbon...

was opening his cage!

He was coming to attack me! - A gibbon?

Attack you?

Oh, come now!

It's true!

The cage is open!

This is something we can clear up right now.

Come...

But the door was open!

He was getting out!

Yes, to you it was open... and he was going to attack you.

You must let me help you!

You must let me help you before it's too late!

Don't touch me!

What in hell do you think you're doing walking in the middle of the road?

Would someone help me?

What are you making such a fuss about? You're not hurt! - He tried to kill me!

You practically knocked my car over!

Either you're a nut or this is an insurance scam!

Alright then, how much?

Oh, I'm sorry.

You look terrible.

Come and sit down and I'll buy you a drink.

What's your name?

Jane Kerrell.

Mine's Paul Hedley.

The painter?

Yes, that's right.

Do you like my work?

I don't actually.

Two cognacs.

I'm sorry. I suppose it was my fault for nearly getting run over.

But if you had been through what I've been through lately...

What have you been through?

Someone tried to run me down in Paris, just exactly like that!

It came from nowhere... I had to jump!

French drivers!

There's more. - There is?

I won a Mini...

Nice. My cousin has a Mini.

and all the way from Paris, another car tried to push me off the road.

Perhaps you've noticed, they drive on the wrong side of the road here.

It was deliberate!

You should have phoned the police. - I did!

What did they say?

They thought I was crazy...

and so did that doctor.

Doctor? - Dr. Forla. He's a psychiatrist.

I was running away from him just now.

He was in the zoo.

What was he doing in the zoo? - Search me!

He knew something about that gibbon... - What gibbon?

The one on the phone last night.

I should be going... - That's why I went to the zoo!

To finish the conversation with the gibbon?

Someone wanted me to go to the gibbon's cage...

Why was it unlocked one moment, and had a big padlock on it the next?

Perhaps the gibbon had been watching Tarzan on TV and thought you were Jane!

Ah, your name is Jane, isn't it?

You don't believe me!

Well, it is a bit difficult to follow.

Pick up your brandy!

Thank you, but I don't really want it.

You staying around here? - No, at the Vistaero Hotel.

Won't be a minute...

Will you be okay now? - Thank you, yes.

Room 32, please.

Want me to look under your bed for any gibbons?

Don't be silly!

I wouldn't answer the phone tonight. - No, I won't.

Well, then...

Enjoy the rest of your holiday. - Thank you very much. Bye-bye.

Dr. Forla...

you asked me to telephone...

Miss Kerrell has just returned.

What happened?

Someone's cut the railing!

Do you mind if I say something?

No.

I'm a painter and I've got my own problems.

One of them is finding solitude.

Until today, I thought I'd licked that.

I'm sorry to intrude.

That's alright, as long as we understand one another.

You will be very comfortable at my hotel.

No one will know where you are, and you can enjoy the rest of your holiday.

Only I must be able to get on with my work...

You understand?

Okay.

It's been doing this ever since I came to France.

That's the French petrol. You need to get your carburetor adjusted.

There's a car following us!

With a gibbon driving it, I suppose?

I've never seen a white Mercedes driven by a gibbon.

Could be nothing.

There are a lot of white Mercedes and this is the main road to Nice.

It is the same car! I know it is!

Alright then, we'll just have to try and get rid of it. Want me to drive?

No, it's alright.

Then do exactly as I say, and I think we can lose them!

Damn it!

It was a good try!

Never mind, I have another trick up my sleeve. Step on it!

There's been a landslide. It's not possible...I thought the gap was wider!

Now, what's the alternative? - He continues to follow us?

Now do you believe me?

I even believe the gibbon phoned you!

He's going.

We'd better hurry. It will take him 15 minutes to go around.

So we lost him?

I'm safe!

Yes...

You're safe.

He's there. Do you see it?

Yes, that's it.

Go into the hotel and book yourself a room. I'll settle this!

Get on in, Jane! I'll settle this!

What the hell are you doing here?

Parking.

Who are you and why have you been chasing us?

Chasing?

I wanted to pass, but you wouldn't pull over.

The roads are very narrow. Agree?

What's the idea of the photograph?

You make such a beautiful couple, I...

I could not resist!

I hope you enjoy your stay, Miss Kerrell.

Thank you very much.

Oh! A real Paul Hadley!

Yes, Mr. Paul gave it to us.

He's very generous to his friends.

There were only two right?

Who's the girl?

Oh that, that was just a girl who stayed here one Summer.

One Summer? She was here two Days! He's a very fast worker!

Michela, this is Jane Kerrell. She ran into a spot of trouble.

How do you do?

If he moves you in here, you'll have more trouble!

You'll end up as a nude on his wall!

Yes, thank you.

Who is he? Did you find out? - No, not a thing.

What did he want the photos for?

Do you know who he is?

The police perhaps? -No.

He is Paul Hadley, the painter.

He lives here? - Yes, at the Cap Estel Hotel.

What if Miss Kerrell has told him already?

No, she would not be so stupid.

She is merely using him as a bodyguard.

Now that she is not alone,

you will not be able to scare here with you tricks.

It would be a pity to have to take her to the clinic by force.

Fortunately, that won't be necessary.

Herr Beiber owns 3 of his paintings.

Hello there!

Hi!

You're being a bit hardy!

Guess I'll survive!

Hey!

What's the matter?

Nothing, just an idea!

Have you had breakfast yet?

No, not yet!

Order for me! I'll see you on the terrace in 15 minutes!

Okay!

That's you as you looked yesterday.

That's very nice!

You don't bother much with makeup and things like that, do you?

Go on...

I was thinking that if you did...

got yourself a decent hairstyle and so on...

You could look like that.

If you did look like this, they'd never recognize you, would they?

No they wouldn't, but it's impossible! - It is!

It is possible.

Now Jane...

please don't take this wrong.

I'm not. I know you're trying to help, but...

this girl is not me, and will never be!

These are all your features: the eyes, the mouth, etc. Exactly as they are!

No, Paul. This girl is beautiful.

Well, you have a very good bone structure.

Paul, telephone call for you!

Did you sleep well?

I'll slap your bottom in a minute!

Yes, hello?

Is this Mr. Paul Hedley? - Yes...

This is Miss Barrow. I'm the secretary for Herr Hans Beiber.

Oh, yes!

Do you recall the devotee of your paintings in London last year?

Yes, of course.

He would regard it as a great favor if you could find time to come see him.

What time do you suggest? - 11:30 this morning?

That will be fine.

He will be pleased! Thank you, Mr. Hedley.

Goodbye now!

Monsieur Hedley? Come in. - Thanks.

Hedley, my dear chap! Nice to see you! - Good to see you again, too!

You're looking well!

Drink? - Thanks, a beer.

Please, sit down.

Very good of you to come on such short notice!

Miss Barrow was very persuasive.

Remarkable woman! I'd be lost without her.

I'm afraid I overheard that!

I hope your ears aren't burning!

You're lucky you have someone you can trust.

That's very perceptive!

I see I'm still in the "place of honor."

Yes, I've lived with this for a year now.

That's quite a test. - Yes, I suppose so.

Come on, let's have our drinks on the terrace!

I spend so much time in London every hour of sunshine is precious.

You're lucky today!

And now to business...

Mr. Hedley, will you please tell me what you know about Miss Jane Kerrell?

Miss Kerrell?

Who's she?

What should I know about her? - You're photographed together!

I was just helping a complete stranger who was scared because of...

various things that happened to her...

including your Italian friend who took that photograph!

He is not my friend.

Acquaintance then.

I was asking you about Miss Jane Kerrell...

You tell me.

Jane Margaret Kerrell, born in Z�rich, Switzerland...

Bachelor of Science degree, Cambridge University.

Present occupation: Computer Programmer, Statistics Division...

Mercantile and Combined Insurance.

Arrived...thank you.

Arrived Vistaero Hotel, March 25. Left Vistaero Hotel, March 26.

Seems you know it all.

That doesn't tell us anything... merely identifies her.

Why do you want to know about her?

I want to offer her a job. Computers play a big part in our business.

Then why not ask her yourself?

You know about the things that occurred to her since she came to France?

Yes.

Has she ever suggested the reason these things happened to her?

No, it's a complete mystery to her.

Put yourself into her position.

A complete stranger, me...

asks her to his villa and offers her a job.

She'd run away. - Exactly

But you know me, my reputation...

All I'm asking is for you to act as a "go-between."

As a favor to me.

Aren't you going to a lot of trouble to get a girl who...

simply pushes buttons on a computer?

Yes.

Yes, of course you are right.

I'm afraid I'm being less than frank with you.

I'm a little alarmed about Miss Kerrell's future.

I want to protect her as well as offer her a job.

If I agree...

Mr. Beiber...

you've not only scared her out of her wits...

you've scared her out of the country!

Seems we're wasting each others' time.

It's a pity. You could have helped Miss Kerrell.

But there's still one thing...

tell her if she wants the job, all she has to do is telephone Miss Barrow.

I told you, she's gone!

I'd still like you to tell her.

But she must understand that Wednesday noon, that's the limit!

Pierre, have you seen Miss Kerrell? - No, Mr. Hedley.

Bring me a drink, please.

Good morning!

It was a pleasant drive yesterday!

You're working for Beiber, aren't you?

I do not know why I drink aperitifs.

I do not like them!

Why are you and Beiber after Miss Kerrell?

She is charming, don't you think?

Now, you listen to me!

You may be able push that girl around, but it's not going to work with me!

I'm warning you...

Get off my back!

When you see Miss Kerrell, tell her the present hour.

There's not much time left. She will understand.

Well, I don't understand!

In fact, I don't even know where she is!

How clever...to disappear.

Is that why you came here, to give her that message?

Listen closely, because I don't think that killing...

is a good business policy!

Hello?

It's me, Jane!

Jane! Where are you?

In the hotel. I've all these messages that say you were looking for me!

I thought something happened to you!

No, I'm alright. I've been shopping!

I've got to speak to you. A lot's been going on.

I think we should go to the Police. See you in the bar in 15 minutes?

Okay, Paul. - Right.

A martini for me, please.

I don't believe it!

It was your idea! - But you're gorgeous!

I like me as I was. - No, no this is much better!

The old Jane Kerrell has really disappeared, hasn't she?

You are loaded with compliments! - No, it's the truth!

Here stand up and let me have a look!

Absolutely great!

Wow!

Let's have a drink!

I thought you wanted to talk to me? - To hell with that, let's celebrate!

Okay, a martini.

Somebody shot at you?

Now we know how desperate they are.

That shot may have been to warn me off.

They want to have you for themselves.

I don't want to grovel anymore. Suddenly, I'm sober.

What do they mean, "there isn't much time?"

I don't know!

They said you would. Both Beiber and the assailant.

Paul...

I have never heard of Beiber.

I don't want a new job.

and I haven't the fainest idea of what they are talking about.

You must believe me.

Okay.

This is Miss Jane Margaret Kerrell, isn't it?

Yes!

I am Detective Inspector Malling of Scotland Yard.

We have already met, Mademoiselle.

This is the Inspector from the police station I told you about.

Yes?

Miss Kerrell, I'm investigating the death of a man named Maxwell Chalker.

His body was found on the cross-channel ferry at Boulogne...

on the afternoon of August 24.

But there must be some mistake!

I never heard of a man named Chalker!

Let's find somewhere more private.

At the end of the garden. We'll be alone there.

You came to France in your car on the ferry, Jeanne D'Arc on August 24.

You left the ferry at Boulogne, drove to Paris...

and put your self and your car on the Auto Train that night.

Arrived in Avignon on the morning of August 25.

And from there you drove to the C�te d'Azur.

Yes, that's right. - How long have you known Mr. Chalker?

Mister...?

The murdered man!

Murder?

I've never heard of a Mr. Chalker. - She already told you that!

Mr. Hedley, do not interrupt or I'll ask you to leave, understand?

Okay.

You still say you do not know Mr. Chalker?

I never heard of him until tonight! - Then how do you account for this?

"The Homicide Dept., New Scotland Yard, London. My name is Maxwell Chalker..."

If anything happens to me, please contact lady driving red Mini-Cooper...

LOB916S in the south of France, in the car!

In the car?

That's as far as the poor chap got.

He was murdered!

While writing that letter about you, Miss Kerrell.

His body was found on the ferry you traveled on.

He was in a locked cabin. He'd been shot in the head through a deck window.

I don't understand this!

I don't know him!

He obviously knew you!

Paul, please believe me.

Are you suggesting she had anything to do with this?

Mr. Hadley, for the last time...

Tell us about anyone you spoke to on the boat!

I didn't speak to anyone! - You must have!

I didn't, I didn't! I...

Oh yes, there was a man... - Where?

In the bar, he wanted to share my table.

What did he talk about?

I don't know, I wasn't interested!

Miss Kerrell...

Please try to remember.

It could be very important to us,

Paul, give me a cigarette, will you? - Yes.

I think he asked where I was going...

and I told him to the south of France.

I remember hoping that he wasn't trying to catch a lift.

Is that all?

He rambled about cars, what car I had, what color, and I told him!

Yes, and...

and then there was a bet! - A bet?

Yes, he asked me did I know...

that 9 out of 10 people didn't know the license number of their own car.

And he bet me that I didn't know mine! - So you told him the number!

Yes! Yes, I suppose I did!

Miss Kerrell...

This photo... it's not very pretty, but...

is this the man who talked to you in the bar?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

I guess the car lost us, and thought we had left him.

When we arrived at the hotel, there he was waiting for us!

And all he did was take a photo of us!

And that was the last time you saw him? - No...

Today, just before someone took that shot at me, he turned up again.

He asked me to tell Miss Kerrell that "there wasn't much time left."

And that's the same message Herr Beiber gave me.

Are you sure it was Hans Beiber?

That's the one!

Miss Kerrell... - Yes?

Have you ever had any previous contact with Beiber? - No.

Going back to Chalker...

After you talked about cars, did you ever see him again?

No, I went on deck and that's the last I saw of him.

Inspector, I think we'd better get back to the station.

Miss Kerrell, don't leave your hotel room in the morning.

A colleague of mine may want to question you.

Thanks for the drink, Mr. Hadley!

Good night. - Good night.

It's turning out to be a very odd sort of holiday.

It'll get better!

I intend to see that it does!

Paul, do you believe me?

When I'm with you, I believe you.

When I'm not with you, I have doubts.

That's honest!

You really are quite a girl!

The way you recover from each new shock

It's the whiskey this time!

I'm not used to it! I think it makes me excitable!

Should make you feel sleepy. - Thank you.

It's night's end...quiet.

Be quite, they're still in bed.

Yes, it would be.

She's not so pretty. How long did she stay?

About a month.

Most of them don't have as good a figure as mine. Why do you paint them?

I've got to live...

and the tourists like them.

Do you have much trouble getting them to take their clothes off?

Jane, I think you'd better be getting to bed.

There's no picture of Michela.

She's very attractive, isn't she?

Yes, very.

Have you slept with her?

I don't intend to give you a day-by-day summary of my sex life!

So you do have a sex life... - I have my moments.

How does one tell?

I turn purple and hiss!

Oh, how very odd!

Jane, will you go to bed?

Which one? - Your own!

Why?

Because I don't want to get involved with someone who might upset...

my careful plans for living and working in solitude!

Oh, you know you don't stand a chance!

Good night, Paul Hedley.

Good morning! Sleep well?

What happened to your car?

Don't tell me more things are starting!

Leave this to me!

I've come to see...

This happens to be my office, Mr. Hedley!

While you've been sitting here, they've stolen her car!

We have it, Mr. Hedley.

That's no way to treat a lady's car when she hasn't been asked!

Who's he? - Mr. Hedley.

Oh yes, the amateur.

This is Mr. Breeze. You'll be seeing a lot of him!

I hear you've been taking a lot on yourself.

Only in Miss Kerrell's interest!

Yes, I'm told she is a very good looking woman.

Damned if I can find anything! - What's he looking for?

You've been seeing Herr Beiber! - There's no law against that!

Depends on who's side you're on! - I'm on Miss Kerrell's side!

Which side is that?

That's what you're here to find out, isn't it? - Oh, we will!

Even if she proves to be on Herr Beiber's side.

Don't be bloody stupid!

It may not be as bloody stupid as you think!

Have you ever wondered why he's offering her a job?

Because he's behind the whole thing! Why don't you arrest him?

Now, there speaks the amateur!

You've all heard about these incidents...

from the white Mercedes...

the gibbon, the phony Dr. Forla, the broken rail...

even the Italian following us and taking a shot at me!

Everything leads to Beiber!

Everything in this mess Jane Kerrell's in leads back to him!

I wouldn't be surprised if this Chalker fellow was his maiden aunt!

Not quite!

He was manager of the London branch of the Beiber organization!

There you are then! - And he's dead, Mr. Hedley!

Rather nastily dead! - Why?

Because he was mixed up in something very big, powerful and ruthless!

Go home and look after Miss Kerrell!

What's he in all this?

All in good time, Mr.Hedley.

Come with me. You know nothing of the international aspect of all this...

There's someone we want you to meet.

Mr. Hedley, this is Detective Kemal...

assigned to Miss Kerrell as her personal bodyguard.

Bodyguard?

Do you have your car here?

We'd like you to drive him to the hotel to meet Miss Kerrell.

Does this mean you believe this story?

When you're ready, Mr. Hedley.

I'm ready now, come on!

Hey!

How do you like it?

For Heaven's sake, lie down before it falls off!

I strongly suspect you're having puritanical tendencies!

Puritans don't lie around half-naked with predatory females.

Why didn't you want to sleep with me?

You've got it all wrong...

You mean you did want to sleep with me?

I refuse to discuss this in front of all these people!

Kemal's rather nice.

Do you really turn purple?

Come on! You're going in the water! You need to cool off!

No, I can't go in the water!

This is a matter for NATO to decide!

This is a matter for the Beiber Organization only!

We can handle it ourselves!

Strategic materials from your co. are going to forbidden territory!

The balance of power of the entire Middle East is in jeopardy!

And you seem powerless to stop this thing! - Mr. Breeze...

The Beiber Organization must insist on discretion.

There must be no hint of scandal! Or our shares will crash...

That's your problem!

If there's a traitor in our setup, I shall find him without publicity!

No, I will find the traitor and I don't give a damn about publicity!

For the last time, will you tell me how you know about Jane Kerrell?

No, I will not!

By the way, I expected to find you in mourning.

For your London man, Mr. Chalker. He was shot, you know!

Of course, I know. Mr. Chalker was one of our oldest associates.

He had something pretty important to disclose.

Perhaps the name of the so-called "traitor" in your organization.

The one you say you can catch!

Perhaps that's why someone shot him after he had a talk with Miss Kerrell.

I wonder, why was he coming to NATO to talk and not to you?

How should I know? - Shall I tell you what NATO has worked out?

I'm not interested!

That more money could be made selling strategic materials to enemy blocs...

than on your legitimate sales.

Are you suggesting that I'm playing it both ways?

To some people, it makes simple mathematics, Herr Beiber!

Chalker obviously knew he was being watched.

That's why he didn't make it to Brussels...

to us!

The question is...

did his information die with him?

And the answer...

is Miss Kerrell.

Mr. Breeze! - Yes?

Don't push Miss Kerrell too hard.

Why do you say that?

Big business people are ruthless and we don't want any more killings, do we?

Good day, Mr. Beiber.

Where's Miss Kerrell?

I told her to wait in her hotel. - Good.

I must talk to her! There's not much time!

I sent a detective back with Mr. Hedley.

That's not enough! Put a 24 hour guard on her! Let's go!

Whether she knows it or not, Chalker passed some information on to her!

And if we don't get it, they will!

Miss Kerrell!

Miss Kerrell... - Yes?

I want to talk with you about your meeting with Chalker.

I believe he was trying to pass some information to you.

Now, he may have given it to you or he may have hidden it in your car.

I need your cooperation. I want nothing said about this!

They must not know they killed him!

For God's sake, answer that telephone!

Hello?

Yes, speaking...

It's a Miss Barrow! - Who's she?

Beiber's secretary!

Cut her off! - But she's here!

Tell her to wait!

What's that?

Oh no!

She's on her way over! - Then stop her!

Quickly, get in the chalet! You're not suppose to be here!

There you are, Mr. Hedley!

I've been looking for you everywhere!

I have a message from Herr Beiber...

He asked me to see that owing to changed circumstances...

he would be obliged if Miss Kerrell would give her answer tonight.

Why give me the message?

I couldn't say. I'm only delivering the message.

May I continue? - Yes, by all means.

Herr Beiber's giving a dinner party at the casino tonight...

and he would like for you and Miss Kerrell to join us.

Thank you, but I can't answer for Miss Kerrell.

Dinner's at 10.

May we hope that you can both join us?

I can't answer for Miss Kerrell! Maybe I'd better telephone Herr Beiber.

Herr Beiber? I can give any message you like...

but Herr Beiber rarely talks to anyone on the telephone.

You don't know Herr Beiber!

I still don't think we should!

Besides, I told Beiber that Jane has left!

I'm asking you to go and take her! - Why?

You know who's involved in this. Why don't you round them up?

These men are small fry.

They didn't organize these killings...

but they could lead us to the man at the top.

Don't be too frightened Miss Kerrell. Kemal will be there, others too.

He wasn't able to stop the bullet that killed poor Mr. Breeze!

How do you know it wasn't meant for me? - Oh no, they need you alive!

This makes you forget all the...

I'm sorry.

Paul...

What?

Do you know how to catch a tiger?

No.

Inspector Malling does.

You take a little goat and you tie it to a tree in the jungle...

then you go away and hide.

Then the goat bleats and bleats...

like the silly creature it is.

Then in the end, the tiger comes.

You have to be quick then, and if you're lucky...

you catch a tiger.

And if the little goat is VERY lucky...

he lives to breathe another day.

Only it has to be very lucky indeed.

You're forgetting one thing, Jane...

the tiger isn't going to recognize this little goat!

Smile, for Pete's sake!

I'm too scared! - Be natural.

i am. - Enjoy yourself!

Pretend you're in a casino in the south of France!

Surrounded by tigers...

Laugh, you just said something funny! - Have I?

Keep your chin up.

Like a little goat tied to a tree.

We're surrounded by police. There's one.

There are a couple more.

Mr. Smoothie...

and Chewing Gum.

Here comes the real test, Miss Barrow. - Thank you.

Mr. Hedley! This really is nice! Herr Beiber will be pleased!

Miss Barrow, I'm glad to say Miss Kerrell was able to come.

I'm so glad you could make it!

Herr Beiber will be very happy! Shall we go and meet him?

It's so nice that you invite me to your party!

You are rich?

Sometimes, I don't know where my next meal is coming from!

Hedley, good to see you! I thought you might not care for this sort of thing!

Would you introduce me?

Jane Kerrell, Hans Beiber. - How do you do?

I'm delighted, Miss Kerrell!

So, she didn't go back to England after all?

Mr. Hedley must have told you that I was looking forward to meeting you.

He did. Something about a job in your organization.

Keep that until dinner. You can sit next to me so that we can really talk!

I look forward to it!

Now you want to play, no doubt!

Miss Barrow, take Miss Kerrell.

Shall we play the roulette table? - Yes, of course!

Here's our friend, the trigger-happy photographer!

Remember, you don't know him.

Laugh!

Good evening. - Good evening.

Can I play 17 now? - Play 16, 17, 18.

That's clever, you won that!

No Herr Beiber, that is not the girl I saw in the boat or in the car.

You're certain? - I am quite sure.

It is not Jane Kerrell.

Why?

Why has Hedley done this?

Who's he working for? Why would he want to deceive us?

Might I suggest that you talk to him?

Challenge him.

Shall I...bring him over?

Yes, please.

I just won again! 700!

Mr. Hedley...

Herr Beiber's compliments. He'd be happy if you could spare him a moment.

But I'm in the middle of playing! - Herr Beiber asked me to...

stress the urgency of the matter he wants to discuss with you.

Very well then.

Won't be a minute. Miss Barrow...

make sure she doesn't bet too much!

But she's winning, Mr. Hedley!

What sort of trick is this? That young lady is not Miss Kerrell!

No, of course she isn't!

Why have you brought this girl? I didn't invite her!

I'm sorry! I tried to ask you, but Miss Barrow wouldn't let me speak to you.

Where is Jane Kerrell?

This is most important to me. She must be found!

Your system doesn't seem to be working, Miss Barrow.

It's time to double your stakes!

Yes, I think I should!

Excuse me, I'm just going to get some more chips.

You have no idea what is involved!

Miss Kerrell knows something vital to me.

We both have our problems! Actually, I hardly knew her.

Very sorry I brought an uninvited guest to your party. We'd best go.

Has Mr. Breeze's murder anything to do with Miss Kerrell's disappearance?

Now, how did you know about that?

You cannot go in there!

I beg your pardon?

We know that you are not Miss Kerrell!

Hedley admitted it! Herr Beiber is extremely angry!

Where's Mr. Hedley?

He got into an argument with Beiber and the casino asked him to leave.

Mr. Hedley would never leave without me!

To be quite frank...

he had no choice! They threw him out!

And you have no idea where he is?

He's being attended to in a car outside.

Thank you.

There are many facts that can't be told.

If only we could be honest with each other.

You still haven't told me how you knew that Breeze was murdered!

I can't.

Further along, Miss. In the Mercedes.

I don't believe you!

Please let me go!

Don't move! He'll use the gun if he has too!

Jane!

Leave her!

Jane!

Where's Kemal? Where the hell are all the police?

Mr. Hedley...

if you hadn't interfered...

we'd have these men on a kidnapping charge!

If you'd caught them! - Both ends of the road were blocked.

We had police cars on every side turning.

They wouldn't have got more than 100m.

It was all arranged! That's why Kemal and the others have all disappeared.

Then why the hell didn't you tell us! - Miss Kerrell...

Who were these men? - In the car?

There was Guardi, another man I didn't know and the doctor, Dr. Forla.

Good night, Mr. Malling. I'm rather tired.

I'll see you in a minute, Jane.

Do you think they'll try again?

They must!

Then arrest them!

I need evidence, Mr. Hedley!

Can't you tell me something? So I'm not so much in the dark...

Ever heard of the embargo on strategic materials?

It's some sort of political nonsense?

There are some things that you're not allowed to sell...

There are some things that you're not allowed to sell to the other side.

Well...

Some millions of pounds worth of Beiber's materials...

have beaten the embargo.

We're satisfied that Beiber himself has nothing to do with it.

Someone in the organization is responsible.

We don't know who. Neither does he.

But Chalker did!

That's what Breeze was after.

Are you angry?

I was when I thought you hadn't waited.

And not now?

No, not now.

I really think you should go back to London.

And leave you with that other girl?

I think purple is going to become my favorite color!

I'll paint you all in purples.

Will you make a portrait of me?

That depends..

How long's your holiday?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Something's the matter.

You just reminded me of London...

the old Jane Kerrell.

It's all so different.

You're no different.

Oh, yes!

You take a simple, ordinary girl and turn her into something very attractive.

Her whole personality might have changed.

You were never simple, Jane.

What's going to happen when you get back to London?

I don't know...depends on you.

And Herr Beiber!

Keep still!

I can't get comfortable!

I deserve a rest!

Don't you think I deserve a rest?

I think you deserve everything you get!

Guilty, puritan attitude!

I wonder if Kemal has puritanical tendencies?

Do you realize that he probably sat outside your chalet all night?

It's only Michela.

Relax! It's the girl with the hotel!

Get the helicopter up immediately!

Brown boat... two men wearing beach shirts!

Girl wearing... - Black knit swim suit.

Black knit swim suit.

Set up your radio link here!

When you're certain each area is clear, you move in closer.

I'll make contact as soon as we're set up.

Your lookout said they didn't cross here towards Nice.

Hedley and the French girl confirmed they didn't go this way...

And they couldn't have gotten to Villefranche...

by the time the helicopter came over. - They must be along this coast!

How many of these properties have boathouses?

About 20, no more. - We'll search the lot!

Starting with Beiber's! It's right in the middle!

He doesn't have a boathouse. It's impossible that he's involved!

We will still search there!

We can't start searching without permission!

Many influential people live there!

A girl's been kidnapped! Her life may be in danger!

I'm going to start that search right now!

I'll come with you! - No you don't!

Leave it to the professionals, Hedley.

Having trouble?

It's in the carburetor. - The what?

In the carburetor!

Thanks, pal!

Road block 8...road block 8...

Dispatch another launch in the west area. Search for a concealed speed boat.

She will be quiet now for a minute or two.

Stay in the garden and don't let anyone in the grounds or the house.

Keep away from the electric fence and gates. I'm turning on the power.

The police are much too close! I don't like it!

The police won't search Herr Beiber's villa!

How long does that stuff take to work?

Only a few minutes...

then she will tell the truth.

There.

Suppose she says nothing because she knows nothing?

People are always drowning in the Mediterranean!

Will this be all, Miss Barrow?

You should reply to that delivery order. - Yes, that's right.

Write to his usual address, refer to his letter and answer his queries.

What's this helicopter doing out there? - I think it...

I wonder what the police are searching for?

Some careless swimmer got himself drowned I suppose!

How are you feeling?

I'm feeling fine, thank you.

Now, I want you to listen carefully...

What is your name? - Jane Kerrell.

Who am I?

You are Dr. Forla.

I am your friend. I'm going to help you.

I always wanted to help you!

You're alright now!

Jane, are you alright?

Yes, I'm alright. - They didn't hurt you?

No.

They did not hurt me very much. - Can you walk?

Yes, I can walk.

I can also run!

Jane, what's the matter?

Have they been giving you drugs?

Yes...

They gave me a drug.

Try to think. Did they say what drug it was?

Yes...

They said something about a truth drug.

Here, slip these on!

It was Roadblock 6, sir!

They are moving it in. Completed two more searches here...

and here. Both negative.

What about this one?

It's owned by one of our magistrates. It will be difficult to get permission.

You're missing the point! It's just the sort of place they'd chose!

Come on as fast as you can!

Quick, down the steps!

Up here!

That girl...I gave her the drug and then he came in and...

Where are they? - They escaped!

Franco, Luigi! - Yes?

She's escaped with Hedley! Luigi, you take the bushes!

Franco, you take the east end, I'll take the west.

What are you doing with Miss Kerrell in my house?

Some other time!

You're in this with Guardi! Who else?

He didn't know enough! He wasn't smart enough!

Who else? - Please, I don't know!

Chalker knew...

That's why he was shot. But did he tell the girl?

That's what you had to find out! That's what I had to find out!

And Miss Barrow said...

that she was sure that the girl knew the name of the traitor in our midst.

She showed me the photograph of Mr. Hedley and the girl...

Get Mr. Hedley...

to bring the girl over here. Offer her a job!

Suggestive Miss Barrow!

If she had come...

you'd had have her upstairs with your dirty truth drug!

I wouldn't have had a chance to question her! You used me!

Miss Barrow is very, very smart.

Have a little party in the casino, huh?

But it nearly worked!

Because Guardi told me she was not Jane Kerrell!

But she is Miss Kerrell and we nearly kidnapped her.

Today it went much better!

You won't get through! My switchboard has the only line out!

Don't!

I don't think you would! - Don't make me do it, Herr Beiber!

Don't make me do it...

Wait!

We've got to get to those gates!

My car's just outside!

Quickly!

There's only one way out now...

The way I came in.

We have to swim for it.

Wait!

Wait!

Get down!

Franco! Luigi! Stand by!

Miss Kerrell, are you there?

Yes, I'm here!

Are you hurt? - Yes.

Give me your scarf.

If only I could get that helicopter over here!

Do you see what I see?

Fires on the Riviera are forbidden this time of year...

and if the helicopter saw the smoke, they'd fetch the police!

Hang on, I'll see what I can do!

This seems to be it, sir!

Fire at Beiber's place! - Any sign of the girl?

Man with bandages waving to the helicopter...

Man wearing red and white striped shirt. - Hedley!

Jane?

Jane!

Stop, Inspector! It's electrified!

Cut it off! - How?

We'll cut off the whole area!

Jane!

Jane!

Yes, Paul!

You may as well give up, Guardi!

We found Chalker's message! He names the lot of you!

It's been cut off!

Paul?

Paul?

Paul Hedley?

Paul!

What?

I have something for you!

What is it?

A gun.

He told me to let you have it.

Jane...

Drop that gun!

No, Paul...

Jane...

Please drop the gun!

No, Paul...

I must do what he tells me.

What...did he tell you, Jane?

He told me to give you the gun...

and then he said he's going up to the Villa...

to give himself up.

Said he went up to the villa?

Yes.

And he went up there?

No.

He went down to the beach. That way.

That's my girl!

Tell me...do you love me?

Yes, I do love you.

That's good!

Where do you think you're going?

Fishing!

Miss Barrow...

Kiss before work?

Very special!

You're not very jokey today, are you?

I never am when I'm working. Get ready, will you?

Poor Paul!

Gets a new Jane Kerrell and now she's getting out of your control!

Never mind...

your well-thought out design for living, won't be interrupted for long!

In 10 days, I'll be back in London!

What for?

My job.

Holidays don't last forever!

This one could.

Paul...

You're not the marrying kind, neither am I.

I think the new Jane Kerrell will enjoy life in London!

Now, how do you want me to pose?

Hang on...

There now, relax...

That's fine! Now...

Head back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open...

There like that. Absolutely fine.

Will you stop trying to fool me?

The other day when you were under the drug, I asked you several questions.

You must never believe a woman when she's telling you the truth!