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Only Jerry can be as crazy as that!

It's a fact. Nobody else but could have that idea.

Why shouldn't I go fishing?

Why should you? We're already after the big fishes most of the time.

Exactly. That's why I'm after some more.

The lastone I catched was four years ago at the lake ontario.

Look. The courtains of my appartment are closed.

I didn't do that. -Looks as if the lights are on as well

Indeed. You got your Walkie-Talkie? Sure. - Good.

What are you gonna do? - We'll take my private elevator!

C'mon, C'mon! C'mon... C'mon!

Yeah, go on. Yes!

When will Cotton arrive??

Upwards, Female underwear and stockings.

Waht's wrong, Phil? Fell asleep? It's a little more to the right.

OK, stop! Guess it'll be easy from now on

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Did you hear that?

I didn't hear anything. - Bullshit. I heard it.

(!Fump!)

Here I am. Welcome friends! Get up.

Arms up. Hurry! The boss won't wait for anyone!

What's wrong with you? You need a special invitation?

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Now let's talk. Who sent you here?

I'm sorry, but we were misled. It should have been a joke on a colleague.

You don't really believe that by yourself, do you?.

Start talking! - I'm sorry, but all of a sudden I seem to suffer from amnesia.

Those three already have a criminal. record. We found them in our database.

They insist that they picked the wrong appartment.

They were ordered to be here, that's evident.

Maybe somebody wants to take you out for a case that will happen in the near future.

What are your plans for the weekend, Jerry

Phil and I, are gonna be fishing. We'll be back on sunday evening.

I have an invitation for you for a party at Mr. Dyers house. - The banker?

Yes, but I'm not sure if I'll be there. - Could be fun.

You could go... Enjoy. - Okay. Thanks, Sir.

Hm, looks kinda decent to me. - Wait til you see the inside.

The FBI? - Is it that obvious?

Mr Dyers? - Yes. Please join me.

I wanted to talk to you about why you are here...

Might be nothing valid.

Me and some friends, Cormick, Johnson we all received threatening letters.

You have them at hand?

No, I didn't take them serious at first and threw them away.

This is my son Brian. The gentlemen from the FBI. - And you are Cotton? - Righty.

This is Phil Decker. What kind of letters exactly?

I had to have 1 million dollars at hand for tonight. - What for?

I wish I knew.

John, this is Mr. Cormick. Construction machinery.

FBI, ya? - I just explained our situation to these gentlemen.

What do you think? - Dunno.

This is the letter. It says I'll have to have 1 million dollars ready for next week

May I introduce? Mr. Johnson, Mr. Long.

You got the letter? - I told you not to take it seriously!

Went directly into the trashcan.

You got the letter as well? - Yes. Read it and threw into the bin.

It's sole proper purpose.

May I keep the letter for our laboratory? - Sure.

So, and now we forget about it...

... and enjoy the evening.

THis is the buffet. My daughter Edna will be at your service.

Edna? You take care of these gentlemen? - It's a pleasure.

Excuse me.

Gentlemen, what may I offer you? - What would you like?

A piece of everything - the choice of those who can't appreciate decent food.

What's the choice of the gourmet? - Some french oysters.

Frank, where's my daughter? - Miss Jean is still in her room.

Hello, Jean! Am I late?

We are still waiting for the shoes. - They have just been finished.

It's so sweet of you that you brought them here by yourself.

Look. - They are beautiful!

I told Daddy that he'll better come up with something special for you.

They are wonderful! - Everybody who's important in New York is here tonight!

Boring people, why don't you stay! - I'd love to, but...

YOu can put on one of my dresses, and there are shoes? - Okay.

What do you think? - Don't know.

Three millionaires get threatened simultaneously.

Mr. Cormick, Mr. Construction,

Mr. Johnson, Mr Freeze.

And Mr. Dyers, the Nabob.

Question is: What are they after? - You heard it, one million from each.

I know, but... - What?

What are they really after? - We'll see soon enough.

Hello, you are the gentlemen from the FBI?

The doors seem to have ears here...

Who are you? - I'm Bernie Johnson. Son of Mr. Freeze.

Sally, this is perfect. Here are shoes. - Thank you!

I'll be waiting for you in the library. - I'll call Daddy.

Ah, Mr. Dyers, you rented some additional personnel for today? - yes, sure.

That guy over there, is he one of them? - Yes, he is.

I have a company I usually work with. They provide the buffet and the personnel.

You don't know anyone of them? - No. - Thanks.

You don't seem to be too experienced with what you do. - Pardon, Sir?

You sure that this is your real job? - Sir? I don't understand...

Guns are a rather unusual equipment for this kind of job.

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Nobody moves! Stay on your places! - Hands up!

Calm.

Don't move, keep an eye on him

Where is Jean Dyers? - I don't know. - Upstairs.

Good night, Dad.

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Stand still!

Thank you very much, have a nice evening!

Hurry! Everything okay? - Come on. - Hurry!

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Fuck! They cut the tires.

Hello, here is Phil Decker. We had an armed robbery in Brighton.

Three cars. Set up blockades on all roads that go outside the area

The gentlemen from the FBI have proven to be extremely helpful.

Search for the guy with the gun Okay.

Whose shoe is this? - This shoe belongs to Jean!

Why did it come from? - Was lying on the floor.

Where's your daughter, Mr. Dyers? - I don't know.

Jean! Where's Jean?

Anybody sen my daughter? - Here she is!

Jean, I feared ...

I'm fine, but have you seen Sally?

Idiots. That's the wrong girl!

Leave me!

Sally Chester. Twenty, blonde. Yes, I understand.

Kidnapped. Okay. Jerry, we'll be there.

We'll close down all roads..

OK.

That's it. Had they kidnapped Jean they could blackmail me now.

But they didn't get Jean, but Sally Chester. - Sally.

The daughter of my shoemaker. What's your opinion?

Bad luck. - At least they...

can't blackmail me, although I'm really sorry for Sally.

What do you say, Mr. Cotton?

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Yes, Dyers. That'll be them.

Already coped with the surprise? - Must be a disappointment for you.

We already know who we got.

You can pick her up if you like. Just come to the Central Park.

Listen...

Nothing here. - Come over here.

Did you find anything? - Nothing yet.

Look over there.

Try the other side of the sea.

Sally Chester. - And our friend with the gun!

Right through the head. Instant death.

Probably 5 or 5 and a half hours ago.

Five hours? Are you sure? - Pretty sure.

Right now it's 2 o'clock in the morning.

They have killed them right after they had been pulled into the car.

They kidnapped Sally instead of Jean Dyers. The question is,

if they had killed Jean as well.

A new case was opened at the FBI. It had ChiffreX3476.

One case of many, but one which should become one

of the hardest cases in the history

of New Yorks section of the FBI.

Good to see you. They want a million.

"One million, or Jean will en up like Sally did."

What's your opinion? - When did you get the letter?

This morning with the daily mail. Brian, shall we tell them?

You can't say one half and keep the other.

One hour later somebody called and gave me instructions.

Please understand me.

They insist that there shall be no police.

You shouldn't have told us then. - I know.

But I need your help. One million! They must be crazy!

That sounds as if a smaller amount wouldn't be an issue for you.

Where is Jean? - In her room.

I don't let her out - Better this way.

You want to see her? - Please!

Ah!

Excuse me. I'm just nervous. It all scares me to death. Even the door.

Have you told them everything? - Yes. - Why did they kill Sally?

We don't know yet. - I keep thinking of her. It's all my fault?

That's absurd. - They kidnapped her instead of me. And then they killed her.

You coudln't do anything about it!

They make a mistake. They try to blackmail just by threatening, but they won't succeed

kidnapping you.

One hour from now and you'll be the safest girl in the entire US.

Jerry Cotton had the best men from Department 5, kidnapping...

at Jean's house to keep an eye on her.

A kidnapping would be impossible.

Hello, Bernie, what brings you here?

Just a visit. Quite a lot of police around though.

Take care, Brian. - I hope Jean will be fine.

We cover the entire building, Mr Dyers Thank you, Mr. Decker.

You probably got another call in the meantime, Mr. Dyers.

Right? - Yes.

I know that your daughter is in danger, and I don't want to push you too much...

I don't need to keep anything from you.

Brian! - Don't go chasing around ghosts, father.

They want used banknotes.

In a small case, I have to put somewhere. - Where?

Kennedy Airport, Main hall, Box No 422.

When? - This afternoon.

The case, Dyers delivered was full.

Not filled with banknotes though, but with older issues of the New York Times.

Nothing, absolutely nothing. - They Can't have picked it up yet.

Empty. - How could this happen?

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They do have some ideas these guys... - Jean! Her life is in immanent danger now!

You must know where she is!

I don't. I think she's upstairs No, she isn't!

Neither in the cellar! - Mr. Cotton, Jean has disappeared.

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Hello, Dyers. Who's there?

You tried to cheat on us. We were only marginally interested in old newspapers.

Where is Jean? Listen, I pay. I promise...

You can have the money. Now and wherever you want. - Too late.

Search at the NarrowLake. - Listen, I...

Narrow Lake? - We have a boat there.

Hello! - Hello.

Diagnosis? - Shot. Right through the heart. Close distance.

Must be around 12 hours ago.

But Dyers' Villa was guarded. Yes, Sir.

There was nobody there except for the postman and the car from the laundry.

You checked the car? - Yes.

I have no idea how they did it.

Whose shop was it at the airport? - Scott. He rented it four weeks ago.

He looked like that.

The man with the gun. - Who got killed.

Pretty well organized!

Mr. High? Mr. High? Phone.

High. Yes, patch me through.

Johnson? Yes.

Yes, got it. When? OKay, thanks.

Mr. Johnson received a call. One million dollar, or his son will die.

Let's go.

One Million. Yestderday I had thought it were a joke.

Putting a million into a case...

and delivering it to some assholes... - What do you think?

What should I do? I want to see my son.

I don't really want to loose my money this way.

The case with Jean wasn't really encouraging.

Hello! - Bernie, shall I pay? - A million is quite some money.

Am I worth a million? - What kind of question is that?

Unusual, to be worth a million all of a sudden. - What shall I do?

I wouldn't pay. - Brave Bernie. But... - Yes, Dad?

I'm putting your life at risk.

I think there's just one way: I'll give them what they want, but I expect...

that you'll bring back the money.

I have to take the subway from Brooklyn.

The one that departs at 17:20.

I can't let a million go that easily!

You understand me, Bernie? - Yes, Dad.

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17:21. Do we have men at all subway stations?

All secured.

(whispers) When the train stops, throw the case out of the window.

At least if you care for Bernie.

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Stand still!

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Hello? Hello!

Assault on the subway between Harrington and Denton Place. Two hostiles...

Phil, attention!

Phil, everything alright? - Fuck. I think I'm pretty messed up, Jerry.

Your lucky day, hurry!

There!

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They do a pretty convincing job!

Leave no witness. - Okay, Boys.

I can't explain it. I'm not exactly suicidal!

I didn't call the FBI and I don't know who did it.

Don't fuck with us. - You got your million, right?

We do. Luckily.

The next day, Cotton made an important discovery:

The offices of the three blackmailed millionaires were in the same office building.

And now, Cormick contacted the FBI as well..

God! - Your turn now? - Yes, one Million as well.

For Edna. - They don't hesitate!

One Million! That'll be my ruin. I don't have sufficient money.

I'm not like Johnson and Dyers.

One million less is nothing for them.

I will loose it all.

I instantly called Dyers if he could help me out.

You're gonna pay?

Of course.

I love Edna. My wife died at her birth.

I raised her. I don't care what I loose, as long as it ain't her.

I understand

Hello. - Mr. Cormick. - Brian, what does your father say?

Of cousre you'll get the money. - Thank you, Brian.

Tell your father, I'll never forget that. - You had done the same.

You plan to tell the FBI? - No, I...

It's your choice, but...

Wouldn't hurt if we kept an eye on Edna, right Phil? - Sure.

I'll call at home that you'll be there soon.

You know, I can't stop thinking.

Is it possible that your father gets blackmailed again? For you.

Thought about it, but I don't think he'd pay. - Why not?

He adored Jean. but he never even liked me.

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You aren't even looking at the screen!

I turned it on for you. - Thank you, Miss Edna,

but the shootings,

that's like carrying coal to Newcastle.

I talked to High. He thinks it'd best to take Edna to the FBI-headquarters.

Not a bad idea after all. - Right now?

ASAP.

That'll be the call.

Ya, I got the money.

No, you can trust me. What?

We know that Cotton is at your place.

I'd like to talk to him. - What? Jerry Cotton?

He's here, but... One moment.

Mr. Cotton, uhm... they want to speak to you. It's them.

Cotton. - We understand your interest in the case.

Let me suggest that you will bring the money to us.

Is that a joke?

You never know. Just do exactly what I say.

First, tell Mr. Cormick to get his car.

And? - Then you will take the car. - And.

Let me drive, Mr. Cotton.

I don't want to let anything happen to you. - hat's my job.

Bye, Edna.

Where are you driving?- Don't ask. Take care of the girl.

Attention, Cotton leaves.

Hello? - Yes?

Listen. - Okay.

Take the road to Woodbury,

Stay at 40 mph. Not faster! Got it?

I'll do my very best.

Where are you now? What do you see?

Fields. At the right there's a power line.

And left? - A railway-bridge.

Drive to the bridge and stop.

A train will arrive soon. Throw the case into the fourth car.

Think about Edna Cormick and don't miss.

Then you'll go back to your car and that's it. End of game.

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This is the car

that should take Edna and Phil to the FBI-headquarter.

There's nobody inside.

Get my things out of the car. - Okay.

Hmm. - They aren't particularly bad.

They know our every step. They knew where we were heading for.

Edna would have been safe from them. Now they got both.

You're in great danger.

What did the guys from the train say?

Jack McIntosh and his brother Dick.

They didn't know anything about anything.

All pretty nicely planned, Jerry.

They said they went fishing, which is correct. They sneaked on the train,

cause they had no money. No criminal record.

The same story as usual. - We can't prove anything so far.

Illegal ownership of guns. - Nothing we can put them in jail for.

They have a pretty decent lawyer. - Who? - Randolph Warner.

How can they afor him? - Your job to find out, Jerry.

Yes.

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Please? Ah, the worldfamous Mr. Cotton.

Hello, Mr. Warner! - G'Day.

IN need for a lawyer? - What's your price. More than you'll ever be able to afford.

Heard about that. Your minimum wage starts somewhere around...

1000 Dollar.

So we're talking about the McIntoshs now?

They have so few money that they'll have to sneak onto trains to go fishing.

How much do they pay you? - You expect an answer to that?

You do have a speciality? I'm referring to your usual clients.

You're known to be the top lawyer of the New York underworld. - Attention, Mr. Cotton.

You know how to make sure that criminals don't have to pay for their crimes. - Attention!

Who pays the bills for the McIntoshs?

I can't possibly comment on that.

Thank you, Mr. Warner.

Considering your wages I expected some more cooperation.

I'll get to know it anyways.

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Coffee, Jerry? - Yes, I know.

Something to eat? - No thanks, Susie.

Any news? - Not yet. - Cormick?

You're waiting, right?

Yes, I'm waiting,

waiting for the call: You can find your daughter...

And we'll find her in a lake, together with Phil.

Ah...

So, that should do for the next six hours.

Why don't we just kill him?

Don't ask and survive! Come on, help me!

Okay!

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Everything ok? - I'm searching for Sam.

Hello, Sam! - Hello, Mr. Cotton.

Looking for me? - Why, Bad conscience? - Not at all.

I'm sitting here, having a Whisky. Is that illegal? - Not in New York.

I'm not related to your case in any way. - Better for you.

Anybody blamed me? - Nothing I know of.

Last case is three years ago. - Almost exaclty.

Since then I'm clean. But I have some issues paying for my Whisky.

I will pay. The nextone as well. 100 bucks, these are yours...

Too much. What's wrong? I don't like Feds throwing away money.

You recall Phil Decker? - Yup. - He disappeared.

I heard it. Not that I broke down in tears. - Listen, Sam.

I don't know anything, nnot for 100 Dollar and not for 1000, I'm sorry, Jerry.

What's the name of the lawyer who defended you?

Randolph Warner, right?

A cutthroat! Shoplifting really doesn't pay off.

All you get goes to your lawyer.

So what? Do I get my Whisky?

Yes. Two Scotch!

Warner is involved in the case.

Does that change anything for you?

Looks sweet that guy over there. - Hands off. Feds.

Well, well. What do you expect me to do?

You didn't ask that much before.

I could use the 100 dollar.

I'll see what I can do.

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What do you want? Who are you?

You didn't keep your mouth shut, Warner.

Cotton was here,

and you talked.

What the fuck are you talking about? What do you think I told him?

Wait, I can clear it all up, let me call.

I didn't say anything!

Thanks, that's enough. - What are you doing? I'M just trying to show you that...

Pardon!

(Woman) Hm?

Hello, Mister.

Your 100 Dollar! - Any news?

This number might help you.

Don't ask me how. It reminded me of the good old times.

The number, Jerry had received,

led him to a misterious trail.

What do you expect from the army of salvation? - Just an idea.

Thank you for taking me with you. The HQ knows my whereabout.

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I hope this past hour could help you a little.

If you have any more problems or questions. We'll be here.

Please, Mr. Nash. - hank you.

You must tell me what you've been doing her, Brian.

A new face? - Yes.

I could need some salvation, Mr. Nash.

Everybody's welcome here. - That's nice.

Your private quarters? Please.

At your service!

FBI. - I recognized you, Mr. Cotton. You're frequently appearing in the Times.

Since wehn do you work here, Mr. Nash? - You're questioning me?

What kind of people were that? - The poor in need of salvation, Mr. Cotton.

What for? Assistance to erase their criminal records?

The lord loves all of us, even the fallen ones.

We pray together, we sing, we share our food.

And sometimes they pass the night here, right?

Sometimes. - A kind of Mattrass ball, right?

Is that your desk? - You have a valid searching order? - All there.

I don't understand. - You can issue a complaint if you like. - I will.

I'll call my lawyer. - Mr. Warner? You can reach him at the FBI.

What?

We checked your criminal record. You have been convicted in the past.

That was 4 years ago. - We all grow older. That doesn't change a thing thouhg.

Just that there are some new faces around...

Wowh! That's impressive! Finest craftmanship.

I never knew how much money you can make, selling soup.

Oh!

You must hve pretty sensitive feet! Even the shoes are handmade.

Henry Chester Shoes, the most expensive shop in New York.

Henry Chester. Sally Chester's father.

You know Sally, right? - I might have met her once at her father's shop.

In his shop? Let me tell you a story. Sally Chester got kidnapped some days ago:

Mixed up with her friend Jean Dyers.

She got kidnapped,

got pulled into a car and instantly got killed. - So what?

They could have set her free. But no, she was shot. Why?

Maybe she recognized one of the kidnappers.

Maybe somebody she met in the shop of her father. Maybe you, Nash.

Anything wrong with you? You seem so much calmer now!

You suffer from too much fantasy, Mr. Cotton. - So?

Is that yours?

It's easy to find out if that's the, gun,

that killed Sally Chester.

I fear you'll never find out anthing again.

Hands up!

Hands up, or you'll die!

Get away!

You know, there are situations where the only thking that makes a difefrence is...

who shoots first. That'll be me! Now talk.!

What about Warner? What did he tell you? - You have something in common, you and warner.

We need you alive,so I prefer a shoot in the air.

Bernie!

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Phil?

Phil!

Hello, Phil?

Phil!

Phil - Jerry, I...

Phil!

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What a surprise, Harry Long.

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Hi, Bernie!

Hello. What do you want, Mr. Cotton?

I wanted to thank you for your help. You left too soon.

And I wanted to ask you what brought you there.

A coincidence.

Ah, I don't believe you. There must be a reason.

What kind of reason?

Mister Cotton... - Yes?

My father... - Ja?

I saw him go ther, followed him...

I looked through the window and saw him talking to Nash.

I don't know what they were talking about and why.

Ah, Hello, Mr. Johnson. - What are you doing here?

Your son told me you visited Richard Nash. - Nash? - Yes.

Nash? Doesn't ring a bell.

Bernie said, he saw you there. - He's wrong!

Listen, Bernie, we've been through quite a hassle.

You don't know what you're saying. What's the name of that guy?

Nash. But he can't deny anything. He's dead.

Bye.

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Did I leave the keys to my car here?

How stupid of me! There they are! I'm so sorry.

Cotton. Send me two specialists for explosives to Johnson's villa.

Got some work for them.

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Cotton. - Listen, Jerry.

You needed information about Harry Long. - Yes.

Harry Long has no criminal record. He's creative director for Johnson.

And he had a lot of contact to Dyers in the recent past. - Okay, that should do.

But no criminal record. - Thanks.

You're welcome, Jerry. - I'll call again.

Wait.

Lights ready? - Yes.

Put away the makeup. The face isn't important at all.

So, Patsy, here you go, Ziggi, there!

So, one last look.

Cheese!

What's wrong? The chef pays 50 dollars for your cleavage. So you better show some!

We're selling ice-boxes. The people need to get hot when they see you.

Or we won't sell them.

Sweetie, put it two inches to the left.

Or you'll cover up the interesting parts.

Hello, Mr. Long. Nice meeting you. You got some fairly attractive models here!

Our new line. Including a separate freezing area.

Keeps the girls fresh!

What takes you here? - Nothing special. I had some things to do here.

So I wanted to come by. You, Johnson, Dyers und Cormick...

all in the same building!

Congrats by the way. The case with Nash... The newspapers are full of it!

Did he really kill Sally? - Our laboratory is checking the gun.

This is the weapon. - What kind of guy was Nash?

He was well known to us.

He set up teams for various issues. Criminal issues.

At last he put his man into uniforms of the salvation army.

Weird. - Well. hat way he had them all at hand.

And depending on his orders he deployed them.

The important question is...

What?

Why did Jean Dyers have to die?

I don't know the answer rigth now, but maybe next time.

Who knows. Bye. - Bye, Mr. Cotton.

Did I damage something?

Don't make me hot, I have a duty to fulfill - as ice-block.

I could imagine a more pleasant purpose for you.

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Jerry! A doctor! An ambulance!

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Make room! - Help me!

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Respect! I never imagined you'd be such a good actor.

I was scared to death! - You were almost as pale as I.

All set? - Yup. One hour and everybody in New York will know

that Cotton got killed.

Jerry, are you sure that this is not going too far?

We'll have to mislead them. They did plan everything pretty accurately.

Three times they tried to kill me and they failed.

Now I'm dead.

So they'll ask themselves: Who killed me?

They got company.

That'll make them nervous. Maybe they'll start making mistakes now.

They will have to take care of Edna and Phil

Maybe they'llchange there hideout.

We'll try to keep an eye on anything suspicious.

That way we'll find Phil, Edna and the gangsters.

Move away! I'll cry!

Nobody will hear you, sweetheart.

No, Hold!

Help! Help!

Don't resist sweetie, all I'm after is a little fun!

Idiot, leave her alone!

That's none of your business! - Outta here!

Idiot! When the boss finds that out, you're history.

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Good evening, Mr. Cormick. - Mr. Cotton? - Right.

What's wrong? - But I read ... I heard...

That I got killed? Looks like it was a false information.

I know that, the FBI knows it and now you know it as well.

But none else. Okay?

Of course. Sit down - Thanks.

I'm glad your still alive, but I don't really understand.

Any news from the kidnappers? I know they called again...

They want their money.

And you don't wanna talk about it, because of your daughter.

I don't want to interfere.

You don't interfere. I took my decision.

Somebody has to stop them. That's what they told me to do:

"Put the money into a case." That's the case.

I shall bring him into the office tomorrow.

Everything set? - Yes, Sir.

It's about to start.

Sir...

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Hello? Yes. Ya, I see. Yes.

Hello, Mr. Cotton? - What's up, Mr. Cormick?

The case will be taken by a courier, he'll be there in 30 seconds. - OK.

Where is Harry Long? - Passed by Park Avenue one minute ago.

Johnson and Dyers? - In the building in their offices.

That's Bernie. Bernie Johnson.

YOu're supposed to get the case, Bernie? - Yes.

What's that all about? - I means, Bernie is in danger.

I'll follow him.

Patch me through to HQ. Hello, HQ.

Bernie Johnson will leave the building with a case.

Keep an eye on him. - Yes, Mr. High.

News from Harry Long?

Heading for the harbour. We're following. Okay, Sir.

So, hurry! Put him in there!

What's that? Why do we put him in here?

To freeze him. That'll keep him fresh til we make a nice dinner of him.

Hurry now.

Ah. Where is Bernie? - EastRiver, heading for Witstone.

Harry Long? - He's in Witstone.

Johnsons coolhouses are there. Righty right, Sir.

Good, Jerry, I'll make sure Johnson and the two Dyers come there as well.

Good idea, Sir.

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Hello? Open!

Hey, Mr. Long?

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Come over, sweetie.

Are you ill? Say "Aaah"! Thanks and see ya!

Bernie? Bernie?

Mr. Cotton, here I am!

Bernie. - Thank god!

What the hell? - Mr. Cotton... - You can thank me later.

Bernie, you know what's in that case? - The Cormick-Million.

I had to do it. They are blackmailing my father. - Who?

Long. Maybe others as well. Come with me!

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Help! Help! - Edna?

Edna?

Edna!

Hold it! - What do you want?

I... I...

I haven't done anything wrong, Mr. Johnson.

I just waited for a moment to help you.

Come, Come.

Help! - Edna, Edna! - Here.

Help! Help!

There! - Bernie! - Edna!

Where are we, Jerry? - Excellent. The cleansing may start.

Any news on Harry Long? - He'll be taken care of.

Daddy! - Edna, finally!

Mr. High, I'm stunned

The man, we were lookng for. The killer Harry Long.

At least he took the million, Cormick paid for Edna.

It must be him! He's the one who killed Jean!

I'm not so sure yet.

Johnson, you were his boss. What's your opinion?

Long is capable of anything. May he go to hell!

He must be the one who sent me one of his men. Thisone!

When? - two hours ago in my office.

What do you say? - Yes, it... he's right, Sir.

Mr. Long gave me instructions.

I had to force Mr. Johnson to call his son

That's what I did...

After that I had to kill Mr Johnson.

Obviously I didn't

You were to be killed, Mr. Johnson. - Yes.

But why? What did you know? - Harry Long seemed suspicious to me.

I observed him, followd him. And I found Nash.

But why did you pay the million? - I didn't wanna loose Bernie.

You have that much money at hand? - Nobody has a million lying around.

Where did you get the money? - I lent it from Dyers.

And you, Mr. Cormick. You had the money.

Or not? - No.

You got it from Dyers as well? - Right.

With high interest. - What is that supposed to mean?

Mr. Dyers, you're the onlyone who takes profit out of the issue.

Only you.

I lost my daughter.

No, you haven't. - What are you saying?

You didn't loose her.

Your bank is called "Dyers & Co."

Who's the "Co"? - My dead wife.

She brought a bank and a daughter into the marriage.

Jean was your stepdaughter.

And when your wife died, she left all her fortune to Jean...

and not to you.

You don't onw anything, Mr. Ryers.

And on her 21st birthday the bank would have been hers.

And the money...

You would have been Chairman at best.

Are you implying that I killed Jean?

Jean disappeared out of a house that was guarded by our men.

You have an explanaton for that? - What are you asking me for that?

I'll explain what happened.

Jean is in her room. The door opens, the kidnapper enters.

Jean doesn't react. No cry, nothing.

Why? Becasue she knew the person who entered the room.

Who was in the house?

The maid, the butler...

and Brian Dyers. - Who left the house lateron?

Brian Dyers with his car. at about 17:00.

With Jean's dead body in the trunk.

You killed her. You drove ther to Narrow Lake...

and put her in that boat.

You, Brian, You...?

Don't think you'll get away with that.

It was your idea after all! - What?

Mr. High, we haven't found Phil Decker yet.

It'll take hours til we have it all searched.

Check the cellar...

Hold! Stand still!

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Back!

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Not so hasty, Cotton. Hands up!

Here! - Search him.

Start the engine.

Hold. If the life of your friend is of any value to you,

Stay here. Got it?

Turn around.

...

Hey, what's going on?

Susie! We'll have to follow that car! - But I need to get to Mr. High!

They have Phil. - What, Phil is in there? - Yes.

There they are!

Damnit, Cotton is behind us!

Shoot him!

Susie!

Let him come closer.

Take the wheel.

So, Susie, show me what you learned. Take the wheel.

Closer.

Darling, avoid the holes! As close as possible.

There's just one left in the car. - What?

I smell something fishy

Look at the top.

Nobody there. Maybe on the other side.

Asshole!

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Now you get waht you deserve.

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That must be Phil.

Phil! - Holy shit! I thought,

you'd let me freeze to death here.

Life without you wouldn't be quite the same.

Susie!

You always have to take Jerry with you?

You got a warmup somewhere? - I have a bottle of Scotch. - No ice please.

Come on.

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Here.

A lot of work boys. Get me my jacket please.

My FBI-amrk is in there. I'm just half a Phil without it.

Time to go home now. - I better drive by myself.

Why? - I'd like to stay on the road this time.

As you wish. - Thanks.

Thanks to our pals from the everlasting 'NCI' for their fine subjob :-)