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A surprise come in.

Seducing a 12-year-old girl.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

This isn't a place.

Oh, but look at these prices.

Well, it's recommended.

Yeah, by who?

Fortune magazine?

Listen, we're in Paris. What do you want, McDonald's? I mean, the other...

Hey,

Pete! Pete! Lewis!

Hey! Hey!

I can't believe it. You see what happens? You and your fancy red trunks.

Stop!

Merci beaucoup.

Don't mention it.

Oh, by the way, I wouldn't do it here.

Unless you really do want to go to law.

Thanks for coming, Seymour.

Sounded important.

Yes, it is.

I'd have come anyway.

It's been too long.

Yes, it has.

I've been busy.

Yes. I've been following it in the newspapers.

Oh, then, you know, I...

How's the family?

Fine.

Julianne? I'll tell you later about my brother, Julianne.

Then you know I've been fighting this takeover bid for three months.

And winning, from what I read.

You read what my press office wants you to.

The truth is that I may be losing.

Doesn't seem like you.

No.

But then I'm not used to dealing with people who use blackmail and threats of

violence.

Or who just disappear.

Who's disappeared?

Robert Des Moines.

Des Moines.

But he's against you.

He's a front.

A young hotshot who's terrified of the people he's working for.

Whoever they are.

You don't know who they are?

I think Des Moines was about to tell me.

And he disappears.

Could you find him for me, Simon?

I can try.

Unless... Unless?

Unless he's already dead.

You'll call me tomorrow?

Annette, just one thing.

Why does whoever it is want to buy you so badly?

Do you mind if I don't tell you right now?

Just find me tomorrow.

All right.

Julian, Annette, don't ring back tonight. I'm going to bed. But I need to

see you tomorrow at the office, 10 o'clock. It's important.

Good night.

Suicide.

Good morning.

Granville Electronics.

I'm sorry, we're not receiving messages today.

I don't have to tell you how sorry I am.

I can't take it in.

It's like a nightmare.

Annie.

Annie of all people.

I had dinner with her last night.

A few hours before she died.

I didn't know.

I didn't know you were in Paris.

She asked me to come.

Of course, you and she... It wasn't that.

She wanted my help.

She was in fighting form, Julia.

She didn't look or sound as if she was about to kill herself.

She was murdered.

But... Who would... Why?

I thought you might be able to shed some light there.

Me?

Annette told me she thought you were being blackmailed.

I don't know what you're talking about.

She seems certain.

For God's sake, Simon.

You know my position in this company.

I'm nothing here.

I have no power. I don't even live in this country.

Who would want to blackmail me?

It's absurd.

Annette didn't seem to think so.

What about Robert Des Moines?

Who? I don't know him.

Look, my sister is dead.

The company's in chaos. I haven't time.

Annette meant a lot to me, too.

I'm gonna find out who killed her and why.

Think about it, Julian.

Mr. Riker, Herr Kuhler.

Hoy! How are you, sport?

Looking good.

You looking good.

What are you trying to do to me, Rolf?

I said buy the Grainville company for me.

Did I say waste Annette Grainville? No, I don't think I did.

She killed herself.

But, Ralph, please.

Could this be a no-crap discussion?

But, I swear, if anybody killed her, I don't know anything about it, for God's

sake. Okay.

I'll run with it.

The moon is made of cream cheese and a net grain will kill herself.

How does it affect the deal?

Well, it means a delay, of course.

I'm not too happy about that.

Yes, but it is to our advantage.

Control passes to the brother, and he'll do what we want. You have my guarantee.

That I like a little better. And, of course, the share price through

the floor.

And that did you a real favor, didn't she?

Oh, Paul, I'm telling you... I don't give a squat what you have to do to get

results.

But I'm the invisible man, right?

One whisper.

Just one, and I'll burn you alive.

Of course, of course.

That's understood.

Oh, yeah?

What about the scumbag Des Moines?

He's my problem.

How much does he know?

About you, nothing.

Sure? Absolutely sure.

And about you?

Well, he can say what he likes.

He can't prove anything.

Good.

Even so, handle it for your own sake.

You are a friend.

I'll be in town for a few days.

Fine.

Give us both a break, Rolf.

Handle Des Moines.

Bonjour.

Bonjour.

Bonjour, Remy. How did you get past security?

Hey, if you don't mind.

What do you want, Simon?

Not what. Who.

And don't worry, I seem to have found him.

Have you ever been inside a French prison, my friend?

Yes.

Briefly. Why are you interested in Robert Des Moines?

Same reason you are.

Annette Granby.

She asked me to find him.

A few hours before someone killed her.

Killed her?

The official... Come on, Remy, let's not waste time.

I made a few inquiries.

Picked up a rumor that Des Moines had been arrested in Luxembourg.

Rumor confirmed.

Except it seems he turned himself in for police protection.

Not a good idea, considering after about five minutes a sniper took a shot at him

in the exercise yard.

So what's the game?

Why do I like you?

I mean, you always treat me as if I was an imbecile.

Why do I even talk to you?

Because I'm such a help.

All right.

Des Moines has information.

Information we want.

So we just made a deal with him. You know, money, immunity, the usual.

We'll bring him to Paris tomorrow.

Really?

Which undertaker are you going to use?

The arrangements we've made will be quite satisfactory.

I'm sorry, Remy, but apart from you, this department is run by accountants.

I mean, what did it take for me to get past security today?

A reasonably confident bonjour and a credit card.

Somebody wants Des Moines dead.

Now, unless you let me get him out of there, you're not going to get past the

first traffic light.

It's what I'm good at, Remy.

I would have to clear it with Langelot.

I'm sure you can persuade him.

Out of the question.

But, Monsieur Langelot, Simon Templer, the man is a charlatan.

He has proved himself most valuable in the past. I am not concerned with the

past, Blaupin.

I am in charge of this department now, and I'll have nothing to do with this

Simon Templer.

The boy's yours.

Julien, it's a little embarrassing, but... The girl, the mother, she's 13.

She was only 12 when she...

I see.

I could go to prison.

Where is she now?

I got her out of the country, back to her family.

She was brought up in a culture where it's normal for girls of 12 to marry.

I was so foolish.

I don't know.

I assume you own shares in the company.

That's what they're after.

Father left me 10%. He thought with so little I couldn't do any damage.

His own words.

But in the wrong hands, they could shift the control of the company.

Could they?

I don't know.

You're right, of course, about Annie.

She was murdered.

She rang me last night, left a message on my answering machine.

She sounded so... Annie was always the strong one.

I'll kill myself before I give in to these people.

Any ideas who they are?

No.

Just voices on the phone.

Why do they want the company so badly?

I don't know.

I don't know anything.

I'm useless.

I'm not so sure.

What can I do?

Quite a lot.

Once you've been removed from the chessboard.

Raymond. My colleague, Le Fleur.

You received the telex from my department?

Yes, but it said 12 noon.

The departure from schedule is an extra precaution, you understand.

A wise one, perhaps in the circumstances.

Bring him in.

Ah, damn boy.

You guys are the nursemaids?

My name is Raymond.

This is Le Fleur. Let's try not to screw up this time, huh, boys?

I stipulated a private jet. I hope Ramey got the message.

It's all alright.

Well, thank you.

Monsieur Flo!

Your keys.

Thank you.

They are leaving.

Isn't there supposed to be an armed escort?

There is.

It's a decoy.

Yeah.

Raymond.

Lafleur.

Lafleur?

Feels better outside than inside.

Got a light?

No, sorry, sir.

You? Sorry.

Got my passport?

No.

You got my money? What do you mean, no?

That was the whole deal with Blancpain.

What's going on?

Stop! Hold on tight.

I was not to draft it for you back there.

Yeah.

Think you've lost him?

I hope not.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Patience.

We have liftoff.

Nothing broken.

And how are you going to explain this, Simon?

I don't have to, Martin.

I rented the car in your name. Oh.

Speaking of names... Simon and Martin.

Just who are you people?

Meet Monsieur Martin of the Comédie-Française.

My name's Simon Templer.

Yes, that's silent.

Okay.

I've had enough.

You guys are going to hand me over to the police right now.

I think you should stay with us.

Well, Martin, ravure a performance.

Usual equity rates, plus a little extra for the stunt line. My dear fellow, I

couldn't possibly... Until the next time.

Yeah,

yeah. I know, I lost him.

Look, I'll have to start over from scratch when I get back.

All right, all right. Just have a car waiting for me, okay?

Hey, Joe, wait a minute. Cancel that.

I'm back on track. I'll talk to you later.

Telling you.

And I'm telling you. If you don't get me a seat on that flight, I'll sue you for

your last damn Concorde.

I'm afraid it's quite impossible, madame.

Madame?

Madame? What?

Oh, sorry.

Now what?

Shut up.

Monsieur, s'il vous plait.

Guten Tag, Sebastian

Toomes. I have a reservation.

Ah, yes, Herr Toomes.

The Wilhelm suite, though.

The baggage arrived for you. Thank you.

You have deliberately defied a direct order.

I very much regret it, sir, but what could I do?

The saint is so eloquent.

I allowed him to persuade me.

If you think that... Simon.

You might have told me he was a chain smoker.

Where are you?

Intercontinental Luxembourg.

Extravagant bastard.

Better get him fast, Remy, before he dies of lung cancer.

The saint's done it. He's got Des Moines in a hotel in Luxembourg.

Luxembourg? We can't just... And naturally, all the credits will go to

you.

Prove it's sweet?

I need a drink.

Sure.

What would you like?

Now listen up, buddy boy. If you think you can push me around... I do. I can.

And until Remy Blompad gets here, I will.

This will cost you.

I've never felt such an idiot in my whole life. Rail the axe. When Des

Moines starts to talk, we're all going to be heroes.

Do you mind?

Aztec squid.

Seducing a 12-year-old girl.

Julian, aren't you ashamed of yourself?

Thanks. You seem to be pleading guilty to the first charge.

What the hell are you talking about?

Blackmail.

The question is, how do you plead to the second?

What?

The murder of Annette Granvy.

You don't think that I... Why shouldn't I?

For God's sake, that's why I wanted out. When they... That's why I'm here.

They?

I don't have to take this.

What I know, and I have proof on a computer disk, I'm selling to Rémi

Blanpin.

Fine.

But at the moment, there's only two of us here.

And I don't mind what I have to do to find out who murdered Annette Granby.

I don't know who they are.

All I know is they're bad news, really bad.

When they killed Annette Granville, I got scared.

What makes the company so special?

Why is it worth killing for?

It's something called Omega.

Some new product, I don't know what.

That's all I can tell.

Thanks, you've been a help.

I've been expecting you.

Ah, Mr. Des Moines.

What a pleasure to see you again.

This is Mr. Langelot.

This is Raymond and Lafleur.

These people are going to look after you.

Mr. Templer, on behalf of my department. Please, no speeches.

If I'm in the bar, you're witness.

Simon. Julian.

So nice to see a friendly face.

Any face.

This won't be for much longer.

Let's sit down.

Actually, I'm rather enjoying it.

Solitude suits me.

Read these carefully.

It's what we talk about.

They're what you might call dynamite.

My dear Simon, I won't be able to tell clause A from clause Z.

Well, read them anyway.

Don't you take any part in running the company?

A little.

Nothing serious.

Does the name Omega mean anything to you?

Yes. It's new.

It's a new development.

I don't know it was any special project.

She wouldn't talk about it.

Is there anybody you could ask?

I could ring Pierre. Pierre Louvet. He's head of research.

All right.

Now, listen to me.

You've got no other options.

Nowhere else to go. So why don't you just stop wasting our time?

I'm supposed to have a deal with you people.

Passport, money.

Where is it, huh? I don't see it.

These things take time to arrange, Mr. Des Moines.

But I can assure you my department will honor its commitments.

Really?

Well, you're getting zipped from me. And I mean zip until I see money on the

table. We can throw you back to the walls any time we like, Des Moines.

Okay. Go ahead.

Do it.

And kiss goodbye to the inside story on the cutest share-rigging scam you've

ever dreamed of.

Facts, figures, names, dates, I've got it all on a floppy disk.

And you get it when I get my money.

So until then, get off my back!

Right on time.

Bravo, young man.

Tomorrow morning we'll give him his passport, his money, and he gives us the

disc.

Brilliant. Everything is on the disc and we get it all.

I don't like the smell of it.

Come in.

I was just about to take a bath.

I hope that's all right with you boys.

We will check the room if you don't mind, monsieur.

Of course.

It has been known for a sniper to attempt a shot through the window.

No window.

Okay? Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Real nice guy.

Hercule's office, hello.

This is Des Moines. Put me through.

Where are you, Bobby? I didn't realize I was such a valuable commodity, Ralph.

What you don't realize is that I'm more dangerous dead than alive.

So lay off, huh?

Listen, Bobby, I... I want two million, Ralph.

And I also want out of here. Deal?

Whatever you say.

I'll handle it.

So? I'm fine.

Perfect.

Good evening.

Yes, sir?

If you're thinking of a martini, forget it.

Really?

It's not what Madam is liking?

Madam likes her martinis dry.

That means a lot of gin.

A lot of ice.

And when you get to the vermouth, just show it the cork.

I'll have a beer.

American.

Chinese, actually.

New York.

Lower East Side. I'm proud of it.

Verity Chase.

Sebastian Tubbs.

Really? Afraid so.

Thanks. You're folks sadists or something?

Humorists.

Can I buy you another?

Oh, what the hell?

Why not?

So, is there a Mrs. Tombs?

No.

Is there a Mr. Chase?

Yes.

And at the last body count, there were three Mrs. Chases.

I'm number two.

He's sleeping.

Good.

I'll relieve you at midnight.

Okay.

You know, you seem quite bright.

For an Englishman.

Thank you.

How about dinner?

Okay.

In the restaurant, about 9.30.

I've got some calls to make.

Okay.

Sebastian.

With Monsieur Blondpain's compliments.

Thank you.

Are you sure?

Not a face you forget.

Who is she?

I don't know.

Yet. I'm buying a dinner.

You got all the luck, huh?

Remy, you're a married man.

Yes,

but today, marriage is more flexible, you know.

Well, listen, if I don't make any progress, you can have dinner with her

tomorrow night, all right?

Thank you.

Sorry I'm late. Couldn't get off the phone.

This is going to cost you champagne, my friend.

Of course.

Hey. Are you okay?

Me? Yeah, great, yeah.

Good.

I love the room service.

Oh, dear.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Oh, shoes.

More comfortable?

Much better.

So, what's next?

How about that nightcap?

I never wear one.

I believe you.

Let's talk about Robert Des Moines.

I was wondering when I'd meet the real Simon Templer.

Leaving us so soon.

excuse me

good

evening sir

um

Who are you calling?

What the hell are you doing here?

You can give them a message from me.

They got the wrong man.

Des Moines's still alive.

I hope you know what you're talking about, Buster, because I sure as hell

don't. You were there when they tried to kill Des Moines this morning.

Later at the airport.

There you were again.

Naturally, I was interested, so I made sure you followed us here.

For your information, I'm a journalist. I'm working on a story.

Yes, well, I've used that line myself.

Fine. I'll just show you my press card.

Why don't you?

This what you're looking for?

You're a real gentleman.

Now you listen to me. No, you listen to me.

Until I've checked you out, you're going nowhere.

The Templar.

I insist.

So do I.

Okay, call me back.

This is Inspector Benoit of the Luxembourg Police.

There's a Miss Verity Chase, room 230.

She may try to leave tonight.

Can you make sure she doesn't?

Chase, 230, understood.

You're in no position to give orders here, Templer.

I hold you entirely responsible for what has happened.

Yes, well, you would, wouldn't you?

Where do you think you're going?

I've got some work to do.

Herr Kuhler's office. Hello.

Hello.

Max, Simon Templer.

Fine, how are you?

Listen, Max, I've got a job for you.

Then cancel it.

Yes, I said cancel it.

First question.

Does the name Kuhler mean anything to you?

Cooler. Never mind.

Are you willing to sign?

Yes, of course.

You do realize what you're signing?

A 14-day auction on all your shares.

At least I'm doing something.

You might be saving the company.

Any luck with Omega?

Yes. Pierre was reluctant at first.

But since, so to speak, I now own the company... Yes?

Well... It's all rather technical.

What?

All calls made from the rooms are logged by computer.

Des Moines called somebody by the name of Hercula. Brilliant, Mr. Templer. Oh,

I'm a mind of information this morning.

I know what's behind all this.

Behind it?

Haven't you ever asked yourself why people are prepared to kill to get

control of the Granville Company?

Obviously not.

The answer's Omega.

Omega. Some sort of technical breakthrough that makes the microchip

redundant. Ah.

Point being that when Granby announce it, the share prices go through the

roof. I understand.

How much is your department prepared to cooperate, Inspector?

Fully. And does this include a little innovation of privacy?

Of course.

Good.

Morning. Good morning.

Well, do I check out?

So far.

Look, let's be friends.

I can help you.

How?

You want Des Moines, right?

If anybody knows how to find him, I do. I've been trailing him for six months.

What do you want in return?

Your end of the story.

All of it.

Exclusive? All right, it's a deal.

See you at the hotel.

Right. Good hunting.

Yeah, you too.

I'd like to speak to Mr. Paul Riker, please.

My name's Verity Chase.

From New York.

I'm a journalist.

Hey!

I'm not interested at Holmes.

No? Fine.

What's the price, you ask?

Ten above.

It's the bargain of the year.

Gremial shares are falling.

I wonder why.

Look, you want the controlling interest.

Here it is, for sale.

Not quite.

You only have a 14-day option.

Which I intend to exercise.

At 225, at close of business today, Greenville's worth 210

and still falling.

You stand to lose millions, my friend.

I take you out.

At 225.5, you still make about

6 million.

Yes.

That's my offer.

225.5.

Hey, Kula, that's the sort of money I put under the plate.

Sorry.

It's my best offer.

Then I'll just have to try further down the street.

I hope you are a rich man, Herr Thoms.

I am, Herr Kuhler.

Seriously rich.

Any luck?

He must have picked up the phone immediately after you left.

Limit bag.

Herr Voss, please.

This is Kuhler.

The Liechtenstein authorities have been concerned about Limat Bank for some

time. Its reputation is doubtful. And Voss?

We know almost nothing of him. But I'll start inquiries immediately.

Good.

Aren't you going to answer it?

Yes.

Very interesting.

Bye. Very interesting?

Very.

Well, I thought this was supposed to be a partnership.

Exactly.

Okay.

Limit Bank.

It's right across the border in Liechtenstein.

I don't know why Benoit was so cautious.

It's a laundromat.

A front for cocaine money.

I mean, it's notorious, even in New York.

Voss? Voss, he runs the joint.

So... Now do I get to know what's so interesting?

All right.

They traced the car to Moinstow.

Found it abandoned right here in the city. Give you any ideas?

Yeah, I'm full of ideas.

No, I'm calling from a safe place.

Yes, yes, I checked it.

The option is valid.

Ten percent.

That means control, Paul.

And this Toombs, you checked him?

I'll make inquiries.

Like you handled Des Moines?

He's vanished.

You better be sure he stays that way.

Now this Toombs, what's he look like?

Mr. Voss.

Verity Chase.

I know.

The financial reporter.

You've heard of me.

You must be aware that I never speak to the press.

Never. You agreed to see me.

To warn you, this is a private bank, Miss Chase.

And I'm a private man.

And I guard my privacy jealously.

Do you understand?

Yeah, well, it isn't you I wanted to talk about.

I don't understand.

My story's about Paul Riker.

I'm interested in your connection with him.

My connection?

I have no connection. I wish I did.

Are you sure?

I've never even met Mr. Riker.

Really?

Then, uh, how do you explain this?

Don't tell me. You have a twin brother.

Tell Mr. Riker I want to see him.

I think you'd better leave, Miss Chase.

Right now.

Sure.

Oh, and by the way, it's Mrs. Chase.

Show him in.

Paul Ryker!

How you doing, sport?

Drink?

No, thanks.

Good.

Sit.

Toons!

Why'd you choose a flaky name like that, Mr Templer?

Sentimentality. In the days before the free market was respectable, I had a

Swiss account in that name.

Surprised to get my call?

More interested.

Come on, Templer. Admit it. You were impressed. Even you. I mean, nobody gets

to see me right. Nobody. I'm the invisible man.

You have that reputation.

You bet I do.

I make deals that shake the world. I create events, and I'm invisible.

Like God.

Or gas.

Look, I'd like to straighten out this Grainville thing.

I'll level with you.

I've been using Cooler to put it together.

But I think he's trying to screw me. What I do know is...

He is playing games.

What sort of games?

Annette Granville.

I don't buy the suicide. I knew Annette.

She was granite. I had a hell of a lot of respect for her.

You think Cooler had her killed?

He takes 30 million off the top when the deal goes through.

What do you think?

Forgive me, Mr. Riker, but does it really matter to you if the deal goes

through? Yes, it does.

I walk with kings, my friend, literally. I was one of five people in the world

who had the Shah of Iran's personal telephone number.

I get through doors nobody else can get through. That's a big turn-on for a kid

from the Bronx, and it's good for business.

But if I get connected to a scumbag like Hula, the doors slam in my face, right?

What do you want for the option?

You know the price.

Listen, kid.

You are naked and hanging in the wind.

I'll give you 226.

One over?

For Omega.

You do do your homework, don't you?

Okay.

227.

Take it, give yourself a break.

All right, it's a deal.

It's my lawyer.

Call him.

How do you roll yourself in on this?

The brother, I know something about him. Smart move.

Maybe we can do business again.

Keep in touch.

You can rely on it.

Shouldn't be here.

We're not acquainted.

I never heard of you. I thought you understood that. The woman's a reporter.

What was I to do? What you're paid to do.

Communicate through a third party.

But... Get out of here.

Thanks, Max.

Meet Maxine, your guardian angel.

She's been watching over you.

You mean that she... What I want to know is, how come you're so popular all of a

sudden?

You still want Des Moines, right?

I've got him if you're interested.

I'm so glad you appreciate my art collection, but I'm afraid I really

can't help you, monsieur... Templer.

Templer.

You see, my husband found out about Bobby and me. He said he'd divorce me

if I ever saw Bobby again.

Do you really think I'd give up all this for some man?

I mean, have you ever seen anything like it?

Never.

On the other hand, unless you happen to be a chain smoker...

With a taste in expensive hotels.

You seem to have made the ultimate sacrifice.

Okay, wise guy. Oh, dear.

Bobby, darling, do put Otto's gun down.

Yes, do, Bobby.

You know, you're being amazingly stupid.

Or kept you.

We never expected them to come in from the lake.

Obviously.

Monsieur Templer, I'm a former official of the Cour des Comptes. I'm not a

cowboy.

I've noticed.

What the hell's going on?

You can't do this!

You shouldn't have tried to blackmail Julianne Granville, Des Moines.

Also, beware of my disk.

My God.

What am I going to tell my husband?

As long as you get the window fixed, you'll never notice the difference.

Let's go.

Makes interesting reading, doesn't it?

You've got one more chance, Kula.

Give me the names of the people who killed Annette Graham V and you can

disappear.

Think about it.

I wonder what he's doing.

Hyperventilating, I should... Here we go.

You looking for me?

I don't know.

Check with your man.

Come in. Do you read me?

Come in. Do you read me?

Come in. Do you read me?

So Des Moines didn't

have any proof.

Two possible scenarios.

One, in exchange for a reduced sentence, you reveal your connection to me.

Two,

unable to face the exposure, you commit suicide. Guess which one I buy.

Rolf, you were always the fall guy.

Take a fall.

That trip.

Take it, honey.

Enjoy.

Thanks a lot.

That is the end of it.

Not quite.

I don't believe we've been introduced, Herr Voss.

This is Riker.

I'm listening.

I've just finished a very interesting story, Mr. Riker.

The Grainville industry takeover.

You're behind it all.

Oh, really?

I've seen Des Moines' disc.

Cooler and Voss, they both work for you.

And the Limit Bank?

You own it.

I can prove it.

Makes for very interesting reading.

Oh, yeah.

It's a million-dollar story.

It's Watergate.

What I'm that greedy?

Doubles enough for me?

Two million cash?

Well, I believe in rewarding initiative.

I was right.

I figured you would have a body to match the sexy voice.

Could this be strictly business?

I've got a carrot.

This is good work.

Anytime you want a job on one of my papers.

But I guess you'll be retiring.

I don't think so.

Am I going to live long enough to spend it?

Stoltz. So that's his name.

Bravo,

Monsieur Templer.

Simon, what happened? He committed suicide.

Saw the lawyers I can afford. You really think you're going to make any of it

stick?

All of it.

Beginning with the murder of Annette Granville.

No way, sport.

No?

Talkative chap.

Meet Mr. Voss.

Seems to know a lot about you.

You're dead, Templer.

Somewhere down the line, you're dead.

I was right.

Gas.

Take him away.

No one could figure out where Riker got his money from.

My friend was getting close.

Too close.

He, uh, committed suicide.

Yeah. But he'd already mailed me that photo.

Riker and some man.

But who?

I couldn't identify him, but obviously his identity was important.

Then the war broke out over the Grainville Company.

Somehow I knew it had to be Riker. It was just his kind of scam.

He had Des Moines fronting for him.

So I started looking at Des Moines, and the rest, as they say, is history.

The man in the photo was Voss.

If I could connect him with Riker, then suddenly I knew where dear old Paul was

getting his money from.

Columbia.

Simon, I have a confession to make.

I know.

They're two briefcases.

They're almost identical, but not quite.

Clever, aren't you? A bit more observant than dear old Langelo.

50-50?