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Good morning, young fellow.

Do you know what fools we mortals be, huh? Do you?

I think you do.

Well, don't tell anyone. Let it be our little secret.

- Good morning, Dr. Macklin. - Good morning, Constable.

Ah, you poor little chap. You must be freezing.

I've got a good mind to report you to the SPCA.

A man has to make a living.

Yes, a fat kind of living you'll make out here this early in the morning.

Hey, hold on a minute.

I said, hold on.

All right, all right.

Let's take a look at the hurdy-gurdy.

Sure.

Go right ahead.

Very good.

Very good, indeed.

When he give, his thumb on one side, his finger on the other.

- Should leave good print. - You're right.

It's very well defined.

Vivica!

He wasn't at all aware of being photographed, was he?

He talked to the monkey.

He say, "What fools we mortals be."

And I take his picture.

- It sounds as if he were our man. - I'm sure he is.

Frau Hartman.

Please cable Lisbon. They're sending a shipment by air today.

- He wasn't at all suspicious, was he? - No. Not at all.

But there was a constable. He followed me.

- Oh, he did? - Yes. He ran after me.

But you were the faster runner and you got away.

No. He caught me.

He spotted the camera.

But don't worry.

While he was bending down looking, I...

And he's dead.

You were a long time coming, Inspector.

And I stopped over to break the news to his wife.

- Well, how did she take it? - How do you expect her to take it?

- Find anything? - No, nothing.

Nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything.

- Morning, Paul. - Morning, Inspector.

Look, you're wasting your time.

The Montreal Homicide boys have been over every inch of it.

- Take it easy, Sarge. - How can I? He was my friend.

He was my friend, too.

I'm sorry. I lost my head, Inspector.

Well, find it.

You'll need your head if we're going to discover who committed this murder.

Why would anyone want to kill a decent man like Dan Percy?

Perhaps the murderer didn't stop to ask if he was decent.

I said, a double Scotch and soda.

I'm sorry, they say no more credit.

What do you mean, "No more credit"?

I had drinks before on the cuff.

They say the cuff is full.

Permit me, se�or, I couldn't help overhearing,

- you have no money and yet... - Some people knock on wood.

When I get in a jam, I always get a shoeshine.

Just like Aladdin, rubbing his lamp.

You shine your shoes and here I am.

Se�or Victor, allow me to offer you the loan of my cuff.

Waiter, bring Se�or Victor whatever his heart desires.

Double Scotch and soda.

Thanks, buster.

How did you know my name?

Everybody does. The great Joe Victor.

Very famous.

I was, once upon a time.

Still, Se�or Victor, still. They still talk of you.

I guess I was a pretty big wheel at that.

Look at you now.

They kicked you out of your country for something you didn't do.

- I wasn't even there. - Of course not.

But what do you expect?

With your reputation, if somewhere a crime is committed they cannot solve,

- who do they blame? - Joe Victor.

If only you could go back, huh?

Plant your feet on your native soil,

breathe that friendly air.

Just for one minute.

It is possible, you know? Yes, it is.

Who are you?

What do you want, and what's your pitch?

Finish your drink, se�or.

- Not me. I don't knock anybody off. - Knock off?

Killing is not my racket.

No, se�or, no, no, no. We don't want you to kill him.

All we want you to do is to make him vanish,

right into our hands.

And if possible, to get for us whatever it is he's working on.

We will pay you well.

$20,000 in advance.

$80,000 on delivery.

Velvet. Real velvet.

It'll take more than money to get me back home.

Yes. Your steamship ticket,

your passport with your new identity.

You'll be Al Steiner. Refugee to Canada.

- What do I do in Canada? - It's just across the border.

One little step and you are in your native land.

What do you say, se�or?

This character, what does he do?

- Does it matter? - Sure it does.

Whoever's paying the bills must want him awful bad.

Maybe I'm working too cheap.

Maybe you are.

That's the best I can do.

I can't pull this job alone.

I'll need a few of my boys.

And expenses.

You're driving a hard bargain, se�or.

You'll be on the steamship tomorrow morning.

Excuse me, Inspector. Dr. Macklin.

- How do you do? - Inspector.

I'm sorry to have inconvenienced you, Dr. Macklin.

Oh, I see. If I had something to contribute, I would have come myself.

Well, I requested your presence on the off-chance that you might be of help.

I've had the area near the hotel under surveillance.

And I find that you've been in the habit of taking a walk every morning

about the same time that Constable Percy was murdered.

- Remember seeing him that morning? - Yes.

- Where? - In front of the hotel.

He lived close by and we usually passed each other on our way to work.

- Was anyone with him? - No.

There aren't many people about at that hour.

Any cars passing?

Not that I remember.

And you don't recollect seeing anyone else?

No...

Well, a monkey and an organ grinder.

An organ grinder? That early in the morning?

Welcome to Canada and to freedom, Mr. Steiner.

- Mr. Dubois? - Dubois. Your sponsor.

Okay, buddy. Sponsor one of these.

It would not look well for me

to carry the luggage of the man who comes to Canada

to work on my farm.

Before we go anywhere, buster, let's get this straight.

I didn't come here to milk cows.

Just for appearance sake.

No. He is not the man either, Inspector.

Well, that's all of them.

- Are you sure it was an organ grinder? - Absolutely.

You see, Inspector, I have a conviction.

- Yeah. - Civilized man cannot use his knowledge

to improve the world,

he better have remained in the tree.

And I remember saying this to the monkey

and dropping a coin in the monkey's cup.

Perhaps it wasn't an organ grinder at all,

but someone posing as one.

Why would a man do that?

Why would a man talk to a monkey?

Where is he?

- Who is this joker? - He is the man who gives the orders.

Joe Victor. Monsieur Hartman.

So go ahead. Start ordering.

My friend, the wine merchant, tells me you drive a hard bargain.

- Do you know about my associates? - Yes.

Just give their names to Dubois.

He'll arrange for them to come to Montreal.

Put in a call for Nick Johonus. Club Ma�ana, Mexico City.

This character, where does he live?

He's at the Hotel Champlain.

What kind of a guy is he? Friendly type, with a lot of people around?

Likes solitude. Lives alone.

When you say "alone," you mean no dames?

No dames.

He's dedicated to his work.

There are a lot of guys like that until the right woman comes along.

Maybe we can find the right woman for him.

Aren't you being just a little primitive?

Well, you see, this dame I got in mind,

she'd make anybody turn primitive.

- You should know, Mr. Victor. - I sure do, bud.

She gave me a couple of scars and I still carry them around.

Don't forget. One man's meat might be another man's poison.

Now, two mornings a week,

Mr. Macklin teaches physics at McGill University.

He dines either at the club or the hotel.

What kind of a club?

Members of the faculty belong.

After dinner, he usually plays chess.

Chess?

Intellectual game you wouldn't know about.

When the weather is fine, he plays golf two or three afternoons a week.

If it isn't, he goes up to Mount Royal to ski or skate.

Now you're talking.

The dames in your organization go in for sports?

Yeah. I guess you would call it that.

You sure this guy has no women in his life?

- I got a one-track mind. - Yes.

He's got a charwoman.

Fat and 40.

- Try again. - That's all.

Yes. One moment.

Here's your man.

Nick?

Yeah. Who is it?

Nick, it's the boss. I'm back.

The boss?

It's great to hear your voice.

What's the pitch?

We're back in business. I need you.

Get in touch with Morrie.

It's for you, Morrie.

Jack.

If it's a dame, tell her I left town.

If it's a dame, she has a bass voice and answers to the name of Nick.

It's old Saint Nick himself.

Well, climb back up the chimney.

I don't like your brand of toys.

Nice layout.

- Who's paying the freight? - My clients.

- Clients? - Clients.

The kind of talent you wouldn't know anything about.

All right, Nicky, let's have the bad news.

It isn't bad, it's good. The Big Boy is back.

You're kidding.

Nope. He's back and he's whistling for you.

Well, stick your head in his cell and tell him I'm not listening.

But he's not in jail.

Then J. Edgar Hoover must be slipping.

That was a one-way ticket he gave Mr. Victor.

Look, somebody dug up the dough for a round trip to Canada.

And whoever it was must be loaded,

'cause he's paying Joe a bundle for a job,

and Joe wants to cut you in for a chunk.

For old times' sake?

Why not? You know how he goes for you.

So much he almost took me to jail with him.

He didn't, though.

Well, thank him for me.

And now, Nicky, goodbye.

Say, this is a nice layout you've got here.

Real nice. Real classy.

Respectable, too.

Looks like you're doing real good, collecting nickels and dimes.

You can't get rich, but it's security.

Yes, it is.

I like it. That's why I'm staying.

If you like it, you'd better listen when Joe whistles.

Or I'll put a word in the right place and this joint'll fold right under your feet.

So hang a sign on the door that you've gone fishing.

We're getting out of here tomorrow.

Well, that's about it, Inspector.

How close a resemblance do you think that is?

Pretty close.

Though the face is pretty messy, the structure was all there.

- You want a clay model of him? - No, no. That's fine.

- Anything interesting, Paul? - Have a peek.

- Looks like a hair. - It is.

Found it on the dead bloke's head.

Nothing odd about that.

Not if I'd found it on a monkey.

Monkey?

Michael,

give that head a body and a barrel organ.

Right.

Monkey.

I would say he's your man, Inspector.

Was. He's dead.

He was killed about the same time that Constable Percy was murdered.

So you're right where you started from.

Charts, books,

equations...

So wonderful how the human mind can absorb all this abstract knowledge

and distill it into fact.

I understand you're a great physicist, Dr. Macklin.

"Great." It's a foolish word.

The more we understand, the more we wish we understood.

As the mystery clarifies, the more mysterious it becomes.

That's the way I feel about this case.

These murders are all pieces of the same puzzle,

but what that puzzle is

stumps me for the moment.

Perhaps he saw something he shouldn't have seen

and the murderer got rid of him.

Yes. Perhaps.

- Well, thank you for your time. - Not at all.

- Good day, Doctor. - Good day.

- Oh, Inspector. - Yes.

Would you mind giving me a lift to the club?

I'll be delighted.

If anyone wants me, I'll be at the club, Yvonne.

We can stop looking for organ grinders, Fred.

It's about time, Morrie. Get over to the bus stop.

And when you get aboard, keep your eyes and ears open.

- Have you been packing that around? - Sure.

Where do you think you are? In L.A.?

- Any luck with the women? - I think I hit pay dirt.

One of them is Macklin's secretary, and she's single.

- Did you get her name? - Yep, and a starting place for Jack.

She's going dancing tonight at the Shalimar.

Here. Point her out.

That's her.

Take a look, Jackie.

You're going dancing.

With that?

Take her to a restaurant where they burn candles.

Every dame looks beautiful in the dark.

I sure hope she can dance.

- You can at that. - Can what?

- Dance. - Thank you.

You're a pretty good dancer yourself.

You know what they say,

"It takes two to tango."

I don't even know your name.

Jack Allen.

- I'm Yvonne Temblay. - Hi.

Hi.

- You're French, aren't you? - French-Canadian.

No doubt what you are, American.

You look lonely.

Are you lonely?

Yes.

That's why I said yes when you asked me to dance.

Will you say yes if I ask you again?

If you won't think bad things about me.

How could anybody think bad things about a girl who has eyes like yours?

My sister doesn't like me to wear makeup.

She's awfully strict.

If she knew I let you pick me up tonight, she'd have a fit.

She thinks I'm at the library.

Which means you have to be home early.

9:30. It takes an hour to get home on the bus.

- How long by car? - Why, half that.

I've got a car.

No. Don't get out.

Well, it's been swell.

I was beginning to think this "good neighbor" policy

you hear so much about was a lot of nonsense.

- How about tomorrow night? - Same place?

No. Someplace where they burn candles.

You'll find me waiting just up the street.

Night, neighbor.

Hiya, baby.

Hi, boss. Jack.

Oh, it's you. You're early.

What's the matter? Didn't the girl like your brand of bait?

She loved it. But her sister makes her check in by 10:30.

Afraid the wolves will get her.

I get it.

I think the prettiest pair of legs in town is coming right through my door.

Boss, am I glad to see you.

Baby, what I've been missing...

What's the matter? Aren't you glad to see me?

I am not.

- Well, why did you come? - Ask Nick.

- What have you been telling her? - She wasn't gonna come, boss.

Why, get out of here. Go on.

Honey, you didn't think I'd pull a trick like that, did you?

You've done worse.

But not to you.

Let's start all over, beautiful.

The old charm is still there.

Yes, it is.

But I'm not buying it.

The Hartmans are waiting in the car for me.

You see, I'm to stay at their house.

They brought me here so you could tell me what you wanted.

Can't you guess?

- Come on, now. Why did you send for me? - There's a couple of reasons.

- One... - Skip one and go on to two.

I've latched onto something awfully big.

Something that'll keep you in mink and me in caviar.

- Where do I come in? - This needs a woman's touch.

A guy that doesn't go for a dame.

I figured you could make him change his mind.

I've lost my touch.

You better get yourself a dame.

Go ahead.

But if you go through with it,

I'll ask Nick what he told you, and I'll tell you in spades.

I don't want you to be making love to this guy.

I don't want you to make love to anybody but me.

Me? I'd rather make love to anybody,

but anybody but you even if he had two heads.

He practically has two heads.

He's a chess player. You wouldn't go for him.

What makes you think he'll go for me?

He will.

- What am I doing that's wrong? - Everything.

- Good morning, Rene. - Good morning, Mr. Macklin.

Now try again.

I'll never learn.

Two years ago, that's what he said. Look at him now.

Watch him for a while. I have another lesson to give.

Do you think he'd mind?

Oh, Mr. Macklin,

- does an audience bother you? - Not at all.

Miss Geary, Mr. Macklin.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

Tomorrow, same time.

I don't believe it that you ever were a duffer.

Oh, I was.

- The worst. - Not as bad as I am.

Show me how bad you are.

- You promise not to laugh? - I promise.

All right.

No, hold it. No, your grip. It's wrong.

Here, lock your little finger.

Now, keep your arms stiff,

like this.

- Miss Geary, telephone. - I'm coming.

Oh, Mrs. Hartman, would you mind closing the door?

Hello?

VICTOR: Hiya, beautiful.

Oh, it's you. What's on your mind?

Who were you expecting to call? The chess player?

You said goodnight to him.

I did?

Yeah. You did. He calls every night to say goodnight.

Do you mind?

No. I don't mind. What do you find to talk about?

He's teaching me to play chess.

And what are you teaching him?

Listen, baby doll, you can teach him anything you like.

Just so you don't forget that you're doing a job.

That should be Jackie.

I hope he's more efficient than your friend.

Don't you worry about Joyce.

I'm not worrying. You're worrying.

- Well, looks like you did all right. - What a babe.

I hope you brought back something beside that lipstick.

I didn't get around to asking any questions.

Then what did you get around to?

Joe doesn't know that a woman must be pursued, courted and won.

That takes time.

How much time does it take?

She is cagey, boss.

She just can't believe that a good-looking guy like me

would go for her.

Perhaps you should make the supreme sacrifice

and ask her to marry you. That'll convince her.

- Suppose she'd take me up? - So you marry her.

You'll ditch her right after we pull this job.

- You're home early. - I caught a ride.

- With whom? - One of the boys at the plant.

That wouldn't be him waiting down the street?

Oh, no. He went home.

I've got to go to the drugstore. I'll be right back.

I'll take it with my rook.

I'm worse at this than I was at playing golf.

- More brandy? - Please.

- How long did you say you've lived here? - Three years.

And I'm the first woman to have crossed your threshold?

Yes.

Oh, I forgot the cleaning woman.

Thank you.

Why, Miss Temblay.

I'm sorry to bother you.

I wouldn't have if I weren't terribly worried about Yvonne.

Won't you come in?

- Miss Temblay, Miss Geary. - How do you do?

Won't you sit down?

No. You've got company.

What's this about Yvonne?

Well, she came home early,

then she drove off in a car with a man I'd never seen before.

She's never stayed out this late in her life.

Oh, it isn't very late. It's only a little past 11:00.

But she lied to me.

She said she was only going to the drugstore.

Then she climbed into this car and drove away.

- Did she get into the car willingly? - Yes.

Then apparently, she knew him.

So, I don't think there's anything to be upset about.

She'll be along pretty soon.

Then you don't think I should call the police?

The police would be awfully busy if they spent their time hunting

for every young lady that stayed out late.

But this is different.

My sister never goes out with men.

Maybe she just found out what she's been missing.

Come to think of it, Yvonne has been starry-eyed in the last few days.

As a matter of fact, there's been an epidemic of starry eyes in my office lately.

I suppose I am being foolish.

- Forgive me for intruding. - Not at all.

- Good night. - Good night, Miss Temblay.

Who's Yvonne?

My secretary.

How nice. She's found a fellow.

She's not exactly the romantic type.

No one has ever given her a second look.

Now, where were we?

You, Professor, were about to sweep me off my feet.

Yes, I was.

Wasn't I?

Jack?

Tell me something.

What do you want me to tell you?

You know.

I love you.

There are lots of prettier girls in Montreal,

yet you picked me.

Why?

Because I love you.

I want to marry you.

You liar.

You wonderful liar.

When? Tell me when.

Anytime. You name the date.

What's the matter?

You don't trust me, do you?

Okay. That's the way you feel...

Oh, I trust you. Really I do, Jackie.

It's just that I'm worried about my sister.

If I go to the States with you, she won't like it.

What about your boss? He won't like it either.

Oh, he wouldn't miss me.

All I do is write his letters and answer his calls.

Any girl could do that.

You never say much about him.

What kind of guy he is, the work he does.

He never discusses such things with me.

That plant where you work,

I can't figure how they test anything.

If something went wrong, it might blow up the whole town.

Oh, they don't test in the town.

- They go out... - Where?

Way out.

To a place near Pointe-aux-Ch�nes.

Jack, wait.

You're not going to marry me, are you?

You've just been stringing me along,

making love to me so I'd talk, so I'd tell you things I shouldn't.

Is that the kind of guy you think I am?

You're a nice kid.

We've had lots of laughs.

Remember that, and you'll stay out of trouble.

You're very clever.

If I had known something,

I might have told you.

You've got me all wrong, baby.

I think Dr. Macklin should know about you.

- Listen to me... - Let me go!

Wait a minute!

Come in.

Well, look who's here.

How did you make out, Romeo?

Place you want is between here and Ottawa.

Just beyond a town called Pointe-aux-Ch�nes.

Good boy.

What did you do with the girl?

I left her where we spent the night.

- You can't run out on her yet. - Who said I was running out on her?

Well, get back there before she thinks you did.

A married man needs dough.

Soon as you pay me off, I'm picking her up and taking her to L.A.

What's your hurry, Jackie?

- You didn't do anything wrong? - No.

But my job is done. I got you the dope you wanted.

Suppose the dame isn't there when you get back?

She'll be there, boss.

Don't take that car across the border. It's a rent job.

I'm not exactly dumb.

You did a good job.

Just see that the dame doesn't get suspicious.

She won't.

.38 caliber. She died with those in her back.

- How old was she? - Oh, 21 or thereabouts.

She wore a tan sweater, a dark skirt,

brown coat, light hat.

Carried a large handbag.

Now this was on her third finger, right hand.

Fred, bring Miss Temblay in.

Three murders in a month.

Constable beaten to death in an alley,

an organ grinder in a field,

now this girl.

What has she got to do with the others?

In every murder, there's an innocent bystander.

But in this case, the bystander happens to be the same for all three.

And his name is Macklin.

Come in.

How do you do, Miss Temblay?

Won't you sit down, please?

Would this be your sister's ring?

Yes.

Is she dead?

I'm afraid so.

If you prefer, we'll talk about it later.

I saw the man who killed her.

I want him caught and hanged.

Our business is to catch him. We leave the hanging to the courts.

Could you describe him?

- Yes. - Good.

I'll have you tell it to one of our artists, and then he can make a sketch.

Now, about this car of his. What make was it?

It was a Ford, light blue, convertible.

Get started on the car.

I'll turn you over to one of our artists now.

- Has the man from the FBI arrived yet? - Yes, sir.

Will you please go in?

Thanks for dropping in, Frank.

Always a pleasure, Inspector. What can I do for you?

This. These are prints that we found on a car

in which a girl was driven to her death.

The man who left them there may be a citizen of the United States.

What makes you think so?

Well, the clerk at the agency where he rented the car thinks so.

Didn't he show a driver's license?

Yes. Canadian license. It was a fake.

He gave the name of Jack Allen. Probably a fake, too.

We have no record of his fingerprints.

So, would you check Washington for us?

- Glad to. I'll get it off right away. - Thanks.

Yes. This is the man I saw.

But why? Why did he kill her?

We've asked the American authorities

to find him and hand him over to us for questioning.

I'll keep in touch with you.

Drive Miss Temblay home, please.

Thank you for coming here.

The hoodlum comes from Los �ngeles to Montreal,

meets the girl on the sly and kills her. It doesn't make sense.

Well, not to mention Constable Percy and a nameless organ grinder.

Their deaths didn't make any sense either.

So, tell me. What do you know about this fellow? What's his m.o.?

Some people prefer to work alone.

He was a member of the Victor mob.

We broke up the mob, kicked Victor out of the country.

- Kicked him out where? - Last we heard, he was in Lisbon.

- Is he still there? - I'll check.

I'd like ID cards on Joe Victor and all of his associates.

I'll get on it right away.

And please call me the minute that you get a line on Jack Allen.

- Right. - Thank you.

Which would you prefer? A change of clothes or a hot buttered rum?

You chose pleasure before comfort. That makes you a Sybarite.

What's a Sybarite?

A person whose life is dedicated to pleasure.

Now, if I were bolder, I'd hold your hands.

Oh, come on, Professor. Sweep me off my feet.

Me and my empty threats.

Don't tell me you're shy.

"Te quiero,"that means, "I love you."

I'm slightly out of practice.

But I believe I could still kindle some of the old fire if I tried.

Believe me, if I were younger and more callow...

There I go again with my empty threats.

When I was very young and full of girlish laughter,

I couldn't wait for the goodies to begin.

You know, first boy, first love, first kiss.

- Why, Inspector. - How do you do?

- Miss Geary, Inspector Leduc. - Good afternoon, Miss Geary.

Won't you sit down and join us for a drink?

No, thank you. Haven't you wondered what's happened to your secretary?

Has something happened to her?

Did she come to work yesterday?

No, as a matter of fact, she didn't.

I thought she'd gone off with a handsome young fellow,

and I was wishing her well.

Well, we've been trying to keep it a secret, but it broke in the papers just now,

so I might just as well tell you.

She's been murdered.

Will you gentlemen excuse me, please?

Nine, please.

Suppose we play a new game of cards with a new set of face boards?

Ace, Joe Victor.

King, Nick Johonus.

Assorted knaves, the rest of Victor's filthy and marked deck.

You should have a card in here for me.

Several people died. In a way, I'm responsible.

Are you working on any project just now?

Well, then it's your hair they're after. Is there to be a test soon?

It's possible.

Well, the sooner the better. That will bring them out into the open,

and then perhaps we can find out who Victor is working for.

Oh, by the way,

don't be surprised if you see a little man following you around.

We have to protect that head of yours.

- Good afternoon, Inspector. - Goodbye.

Have you seen this?

So what?

Amazing how calm you are. Doesn't it raise your pulse even slightly?

I don't have any pulse.

What a stroke of genius to kill that girl. It was your idea, wasn't it?

- His. - But you brought him here.

It paid off, didn't it?

What good is it going to do us when they find him and make him talk?

Don't get excited.

You feel we shouldn't get excited?

Sure, when you get excited, you get ants.

And when you get ants, you get rattled.

I'll handle Jackie. You run along.

Get on the phone. Not from here, you sap. From town.

Find the busiest place you can.

- Inspector. - Yes?

Here's a list of the telephone records that we subpoenaed.

Oh, thanks.

Stick your head into the hall and yell for Fred.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Fred.

- Fred, the Inspector wants to see you. - Oh, right. Thanks.

Oh, sit down a minute, Fred.

It's too bad our man was liquidated.

Well, sometimes bad news can be changed into good news.

Here's a list of telephone calls made to Los �ngeles last night.

This one looks promising.

Made from a coin box in the nightclub on Montcalm Street,

to a haberdashery shop on Sunset Boulevard.

Station to station. He paid for the call so he didn't have to give his name.

The way our luck's running,

it'll probably turn out to be a customer ordering a dozen shirts.

Well, my guess is, he was ordering a shroud for Jack Allen.

Oh, Rosie.

These gentlemen are from the police. They're interested in your Yank.

He's not my Yank.

Oh, come off it, Rosie. He's blown enough money on you the last few nights.

Well, we're only interested in what happened last night.

You know whether he made a phone call from the booth?

- He was in it for a while. - Remember the time?

Between 5:00 and 5:30. He was in a booth when I came to work.

- Your boyfriend, mademoiselle? - Husband.

Would you mind introducing me to him?

- Sure. - Thank you.

Armand.

There's a lot of him, isn't there?

Take your dirty hands off her.

- Scram, chum. - Why, you...

Why didn't you ask that dame right away who started the ruckus?

Why did you let me cool my heels in jail all night?

A bit of an oversight, sir. No hard feelings, I hope.

Well, stop hoping and dig out my pictures and fingerprints you took.

That's the least we can do.

You know, sir, we all make mistakes once in a while.

Would you like me to send you home in a police car?

No thanks, I'll take a cab.

He's on his way.

- Oh, Inspector. - Yes?

We've had a bit of luck.

A farmer named Dubois sponsored a refugee, name of Steiner,

came into Canada about three weeks ago to work on his farm.

- From where? - Lisbon.

Could be Victor.

- Send a man out to cover the farm. - Right.

Gray sedan, 733055, heading north on Champlain Street.

MAN: Nick Johonus just picked up Morrie at his hotel.

Crocker following. Now going south on Royal.

Now crossing intersection of Montcalm.

Montcalm.

Adams' car taking over from Crocker.

Continuing south toward Victoria Bridge.

Adams following over Victoria Bridge.

They're heading out of town, going south. Who's covering there?

- Carson. - Good.

- Tell him to watch out for the gray sedan. - Yes, sir.

MAN 2: Gray sedan just turned right into Old Mill Road.

A gray sedan just stopped at Maple Leaf Farm on Old Mill Road.

Until further orders, we'll take up position on telephone pole.

Is the phone out of order?

Wasn't two hours ago, why?

There's a man working on the line near the gate.

Wait a minute. There was a truck parked on the main highway.

We passed it just before we turned in here.

Don't touch it. Even if it rings, don't touch it.

You two guys, get back into town. Watch out for any tails.

Call me tonight at this number, from a phone booth.

Right.

The gray coupe is just leaving the farmhouse, Inspector.

Can you have a look inside the farmhouse without being obvious about it?

I want to know who's in there.

- I'll call you back, Inspector. - Good.

Is your telephone working?

It was this morning. I haven't been calling since.

The squirrels have been chewing at the cables again. We'd better check it.

- It's dead all right. - Go ahead and fix it.

I've got to go to the village for another load of barley.

Hey. Dubois.

- There is something wrong with the line. - Maybe, maybe not.

But I'm fed up with farm life. Come on, let's go.

Inspector? They've cleared out.

What about Dubois?

He just drove off in the panel truck.

Well, put out an all-points call to be on the lookout for a truck.

Get your hat and coat. We're going for a ride.

Come in.

Good morning, Inspector.

"Bad morning" would be a better greeting.

Victor and his men have their window.

- Oh? You couldn't find them? - Oh, we'll find them all right.

But I'm more interested in something else.

- Mind if I get personal? - Not at all.

I was thinking of Miss Geary.

I met her at the golf club yesterday, if you remember.

- Yes. - Charming.

- Yes, she is. - What do you know about her?

Very little. And the little I know, I like.

Well, I can't say that I blame you.

Women make it a pleasure to be a man.

Have you seen her since yesterday?

Oh, yes. She returned right after you left.

Poor girl, she was terribly upset.

When did you first meet her?

About two weeks ago. I was playing golf, and she was trying to.

And you're helping her with her game?

- She's an American, isn't she? - Yes.

She's here visiting some relatives.

Eric Hartman, the rare book dealer, is her uncle.

Why do you ask, Inspector?

Well, in my profession, you ask questions.

I'll leave you to your equations.

- Good day. - Good day, sir.

Miss Geary, please.

MRS. HARTMAN: May I tell her who's calling?

Dr. Macklin.

Yes? Dr. Macklin's calling you.

Tell him I'm out.

- Miss Geary's out. I'll tell her you called. - Thank you.

What are you doing here?

Moving in. It's too hot out on the farm for me.

- Was that Macklin? - Yes.

Where's Joyce?

- Your knuckles sore? - No.

Then go out and bang them on the door.

- You going somewhere? - You bet I am.

I'm getting out of here before everything blows up in my face.

Me, too. As soon as I finish.

You sure you don't wanna stick around?

After this is all over, I can show you a good time.

Please. Don't do me any favors.

It's Dr. Macklin again on the phone. He seems extremely disturbed.

He knows I'm leaving. We already said goodbye.

Tell him I've gone.

She'll talk.

Get smart, lady. Let him take you to the plane.

Keep him out of the way. Then there's no chance of his getting hurt.

What's the matter? You carrying a torch?

I'm sure you don't care about your neck.

But if you don't want anything to happen to his, you'll talk.

- Hello, Carl? - Hello. Are you all right?

Yes. Yes, I'm fine.

I was afraid you might be in some kind of trouble.

I hope you weren't worried. I just went to pick up my flight ticket.

- When do you leave? - This afternoon at 4:00.

Now, if I were bold, I'd offer to take you to the airport.

Why don't you be bold? Sweep me off my feet.

Only, you'll have to hurry. We haven't much time.

Goodbye. I'm already on my way.

Goodbye, Carl.

I'll be back after dinner if someone wants me.

Me and my shadow.

I'm going to the airport and watch the planes go by,

in case I lose you.

Go ahead, pretty up for him.

I can't figure you out, going for this chess player.

It just doesn't make sense.

Joyce isn't quite ready yet, so you have time for a drink.

Thank you.

- How do you do, Mr. Macklin? - Mr. Hartman.

- Glass of sherry? - Thank you.

It's not a very happy occasion. We don't like to lose Joyce.

Just between us, I'm going to try to change her mind.

Good luck.

- Where's Carl? - He just called. He said he wasn't coming.

But I saw his car drive up.

You must have been mistaken. It was somebody else.

Look who was going to sweep you off your feet.

It's perfectly all right. I've just put him to sleep for a while.

Poor Carl. For all of his intelligence, he couldn't see through me.

Well, I've finished my part of the bargain. Now if you'll pay me off, I'll be on my way.

That's funny. I figured he had something for you.

Not for me. I guess I've been around too long.

I liked him. I liked him a lot.

But not as much as this.

Thank you, Joe, and goodbye.

Encore, encore.

You gave a great performance, baby. You ought to be on the stage.

Before you go, give me that letter.

I'll mail it for you, if you don't mind.

I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about.

Give it to me.

You might as well sit down, baby, take off your shoes, relax.

You're gonna stick around here for a while.

Hello, Captain. When do we sail?

We do not sail until eight bells.

They'll go aboard now, I'll be back later. Give me a hand?

Yes.

- Who is she? - His wife.

You said nothing about the man's wife.

When a man is ill, he needs his wife. Please take him aboard.

Give me coveralls and a jacket, I'm going.

Macklin lost the shadow, and now we've lost Macklin.

And we've lost the Hartmans and the girl. Our only hope now is Victor and his boys.

I'm leaving you in charge.

- How's it working, Paul? - It's working fine.

And it'll keep on working as long as the batteries hold out.

- It's good for about three hours. - Three hours. Thanks.

Are you sure they're picking up our signal, sir?

I hope so.

That's their beam. It's coming in great.

- Shall I go through, sir? - No.

- It may be a trap. - Well, let them spring it.

They're making their move. We're just west of the town of Lampson.

Follow but don't close in.

What is it, Constable?

This.

Get out. Both of you.

Walk to the back of the truck.

Open it up, Nick.

We're carrying you two guys right inside of the truck. Go on, get going.

Nick, you take the wheel.

Morrie, you ride with Nick and ditch those clothes.

I'll follow in the other car.

Done with neatness and dispatch. That's American know-how for you.

How long did he say those batteries on the beam would last?

Three hours.

We have a half an hour to go.

It's fading out.

See if you can get a fix, Mac.

Hello, Car 40 calling. What's the last fix on the truck?

25 miles north, a mile west of Montreal, traveling northeast.

Is the beam coming in?

- Very faint. - Only two cars are picking it up now.

Not a peep out of it.

12:30.

They've killed the engine.

We're near a harbor.

Could be Quebec, the amount of time we've been traveling.

Or Montreal, if we were going around in circles.

Well, whatever it is, this is it.

It's coming aboard.

That's good. Now maybe you won't be so jumpy.

- Pick up any tails? - You know us better than that, Joe.

- What did you do with the two guys? - We left them in the back of the truck.

Get them out of there. Bring them up here and lock them in a cabin.

Easy, easy, easy.

- All clear? - Yes, sir.

Come in, Headquarters.

Headquarters calling Leduc. Headquarters calling Leduc. Over.

Come in, Headquarters, this is Leduc speaking.

Come in, Headquarters...

Headquarters calling Leduc. You are not coming in.

I repeat, you are not coming in. Over.

Come in, Leduc. Please come in. Over.

We're on a freighter tied up to a mooring.

Over.

This is Headquarters calling Inspector Leduc.

Headquarters calling Inspector Leduc. You are not coming in.

I repeat, you are not coming in. Over.

This is Leduc calling Headquarters.

There's someone coming, sir.

- Try and stall them for a minute. - Right.

Calling Headquarters. Come in, Headquarters.

Come in, Headquarters. This is Leduc speaking.

Come in, Headquarters.

This is Leduc calling Headquarters. Calling Headquarters. Over.

Leduc calling. Come in, Headquarters.

Come in, Headquarters. Come in, Headquarters. This is Leduc speaking.

Headquarters.

Where's the other guy?

Calling Headquarters... In the cab!

This is Leduc speaking. Can you hear me, Fred?

All right, that's all.

You've got the scientist, and you've got his little gadget.

All wrapped up in a nice little package.

And now you'd like your money.

Oh, Inspector, greetings.

- I know these men, but who are you? - Eric Hartman.

Dealer in rare books.

He had a radio phone in the truck. He was trying to use it.

Deep down in the hold, he couldn't get out much of a message.

Where's the other guy?

Captain, they just murdered one of my men aboard your ship.

I'm Inspector Leduc.

Murdering police officers was not part of our bargain.

Captain, why don't we go to your quarters where we can discuss this quietly?

Wait a minute, buster. You and I got some unfinished business.

I'll be back, Mr. Victor.

What's biting you?

You have some unfinished business to transact with a book dealer?

I'm gonna collect the payoff. Wind up the deal.

And after you wind up the deal?

- We got plans. - Do you mind if I make one guess?

You're gonna slip across the border, do all the spots, meet all of your friends,

have yourself a good time as long as the money holds out, right?

And after that, what?

The deluge, right?

It takes money, Joe. Lots of money.

I hope Mr. Hartman's paying you well.

He is.

You're sure he'll pay?

He'll pay.

What do you think, Morrie?

Don't pay no attention to him, boss. He's trying to needle you.

Well, it's easy enough to prove. Has he got the money?

The money you are to receive,

perhaps if I were to double it you'd feel less disturbed?

My hand's out, and my palm is itching. $100,000.

Less the advance our friend in Lisbon gave you.

Less nothing. Plus expenses. Come on, pay off.

$100,000, correct?

Correct.

There's nothing like a voyage to clear the mind.

The open sea, the wind.

I was just telling Nick and Morrie the joys of a sea voyage.

Only, this is one journey I would prefer not to take.

See these tears? I'm crying.

Come on, boys, we're getting off. Bon voyage, Inspector.

Tell the captain to hold the ship. We're getting off.

Don't get excited, Mr. Victor.

As you said yourself, if you get excited, you get ants.

If you get ants, you get rattled.

You'll be taken off in good time.

You'll be put off all right, but you won't be having a good time.

There's no way to get off the boat.

We'll go over the side.

You'll be cut to pieces by the propeller.

If you won't tell the captain, I will.

Now, tell me, Mr. Hartman, you employed Victor.

Mind my asking who employs you?

You work for someone. You're getting paid.

I'm a man of principle. I work without pay.

Of course. How stupid of me.

Tell me, what do you intend to do with the device on the truck?

Are you going to use it to frighten the world?

To bring it to its knees?

The instant I saw you, Inspector, I knew the device was a fraud.

But no matter. We have the real treasure.

Dr. Macklin?

You have him on board this ship?

You realize, of course, that Dr. Macklin will never consent to work for you.

One thing you cannot enslave is the human mind.

With us, Dr. Macklin is going to work for peace.

Peace?

You're the captain of the ship. All you have to do is give the word.

I'll pay you well. $10,000.

- $20,000. - I'm sorry.

Let us off.

All right, Mr. Victor.

Take this man to the saloon.

You're in trouble, Joe. Serious trouble.

Didn't it occur to you to ask what you were doing?

Who Macklin was, why Hartman wanted him, for what reason?

Didn't you wonder?

Who cares? I was doing a job.

Yes, but what kind of a job?

You were to kidnap a man. What kind of a man?

Of all men, why is he so important? Didn't you ask yourself that question?

Men like Hartman are masters of deception.

They tell lies, they corrupt people's minds.

That's no skin off of my nose.

Well, it's more than the skin of your nose that's in danger, Joe.

It's you, all of you. All of us. All of humanity.

Oh, shut up for a while, will you? I'm trying to think.

- There's a way to save Macklin. - All I wanna save is my own neck.

Well, now you're talking.

If we can get Macklin off this ship, you can save your neck.

I'll see to it that you get a fair trial.

Listen to him! If I get a fair trial, I'm dead.

What I need is an unfair trial.

Joe, you've pulled all kinds of deals during your lifetime.

Gambling, numbers racket, smuggling, an occasional rub-out.

But all these are petty crimes to the one you committed

when you handed Macklin over to this mob.

Why don't you do something decent for a change?

Like what?

There's a radio in the back of the truck.

If we can get it working, I can get a message to the River Patrol.

Then the captain will have to stop the ship.

If he doesn't, he'll have the whole Canadian Navy on his neck.

All right, Inspector, let's give it a try.

Nick.

The deck lamp, put it on. Shine it in their eyes.

Take it, Nick.

This is his party.

The minute the boat stops, we'll go over the side.

What were you going to do, Inspector?

Connect the battery to the homing device?

It's no use.

I took the precaution of smashing your equipment.

All right, Nick. Cover the hatch.

- Who fired the distress signal? - It came from the hold, Captain.

That will bring the River Patrol.

- Signal dead slow. - Yes, sir.

That was very stupid.

You just signed Macklin's death warrant.

Let's go before that patrol gets here.

If we cannot have him, no one will.

Look out.

He's gonna kill that guy.

Are you your brother's keeper? Here.

- You're gonna need some dough. - Where are you going?

That cop, he said something.

About being a hero? Don't be a sap, Joe.

So long, Morrie.

- Dr. Macklin, please come with me. - Where are you taking him?

Carl, don't go.

There are some disadvantages to being a man of intellect.

After you.

Hi, Inspector.

The doll, Joyce. She wrote you a letter.

Looks like I'm not gonna make it back to the States.

- Do me a favor. - Yes, Joe.

Will you dump my ashes across the border?

Sure, Joe.

Thanks.

He died a hero. It may be just as well.

Had he lived, he might not have known how to grace the part.