All language subtitles for (rapidmoviez.cr) Mozambique (1964)

Se?or. Se?or.

Oh!

You've looked for this man?

Everywhere, commandant.

Now try the other half of town.

He's not a tourist, Gonzales.

He's a man on the run
from his conscience,

and I want him found.

Unless you have some money,
Webster, I can't serve you.

Do you think I'd come into
this joint for a drink sober?

What do you want?

I told you before, weeks ago,
there are no jobs for pilots.

You advertised
for an air crew last week.

Ah, skip to that.

I've made my position
especially clear.

There are no jobs for you
in this town, Webster.

Nobody will admit there's
a blacklist either, will they?

Eh, forget that.

That your car outside?

Si.

Si.

You like splashing
people, don't you?

Oh!

Oh!

Ugh.

If I had my say,
I'd throw away the key.

Just so you improve
the room service.

- Come on.
- Where?

Upstairs.

Come in.

Se?or Webster,
Commandant.

Obrigado.
Sit down, Mr. Webster.

You mind telling me
what the hell this is all about?

Of course.

I'd offer you a drink,
but I think it's only civilized

to wait until noon.

Yeah, I think
I can wait until noon.

Now, what are the charges?

We have a choice, I think.

Assault, brawling in
a public place, vagrancy.

I hope you pick the right one.

Or maybe I should
say the wrong one.

Then I can sue you
for false arrest.

I need the money.

I'm sure.

Perhaps this will help.

$100 bill,
hard American currency?

What is it?
Counterfeit?

Surprisingly, no.
Genuine.

A bribe from the police?

Usually the other way around.

I couldn't accept.

It belongs to you,
Mr. Webster.

What's the catch?

No catch.

It seems you
have applied for a job.

I've applied for a lot of jobs,
about a half a dozen, in fact.

Even got an ad in the paper.

"Airline pilot,
temporarily unemployed."

Unemployable
was the way I heard it.

Well, blacklist,
if you want to know the truth.

How long is it since the crash?

- Four months?
- Five.

Hm, that's correct.

Last April.

Two months in hospital.

Still, you were lucky.

Lucky?
Yeah, maybe you could call it that.

The only survivor
being the pilot.

Ha.

You try getting a job
after something like that.

I think you've got a job.

Read this letter.

You're offered a post with
a private company in Mozambique.

Salary $1,000 a month.

Plane ticket attached.

One way.

How'd you get hold of this?

You know Mozambique,
perhaps?

It's a Portuguese province
in East Africa, here.

Only trying to be helpful.

It'd be a lot more
helpful if you had told me

how you got a hold of this.

And how come you're
opening my mail?

It was being delivered
to you by a man who, uh,

was involved in an accident.

Accident?
What man?

His name was Vincente.
Luigi Vincente.

Attorney in Lisbon
for Colonel Valdez, your employer.

So his name was.

I'm afraid so.

Careless driving.

One of our great problems.

It's noon.
Shall we have a drink?

If you insist.

Why is the head
of the CID so concerned

with some guy getting knocked
off in a car accident?

My concern
is with you, Mr. Webster.

Your health and
prosperity in Mozambique.

You're assuming that
I'm going to accept this job.

- I would.
- Oh?

If I were you, of course.
Now, let's see.

When is this ticket for?

It's for today.

How come you're so anxious
for me to get on that plane?

I'm concerned
with your well being.

Oh.

Either I get on a plane
or I spend a few days in the pokey.

Is that it?

Well, I would say it
could be about 60 days.

To Mozambique.

Salud to you.

- Your boarding pass, please, sir.
- Hm?

- Your boarding pass, please, sir.
- Oh. I'm a leg man, myself.

Thank you.
I wish you a pleasant flight.

Thank you.

He's aboard, sir.

End of phase one.

That numbered list
in the briefcase

refers to bank accounts.
I'm convinced of it.

All we have to do
is find out where they are.

And how Vicente
was killed in broad daylight

with nobody in sight.

Don't complicate
my life, Gonzales.

I wonder how he feels
being in an airplane again.

I think you're
sitting in my seat.

But the seats are
not numbered, se?or.

Then all I need
is your permission.

Please.

Are you all right?

Uh, yeah.
It's a little hot.

Like some cool air?

Are you going all the way?

Yeah.

So am I.

I've got a job
as a singer in Mozambique.

I'm Christina Stamstrum.

I'm Brad Webster.

Please, sir.
You must be seated.

Feeling better?

Oh, yes.
Thank you very much.

Oh.

I must have fallen asleep.

It's all right.
You're a fly weight.

Look, you didn't even
dent the shoulder.

I'm sorry.

You're the one
who should be resting.

Nah, it was just a little touch
of food poisoning, I think.

Oh, no it wasn't.

I have a brother
who hates to fly.

Some people find it terrifying.

Uh, did you--
didn't you say you had

a job in Mozambique
someplace?

Mm-hmm.
A place called The Club Valdez.

- Not a Colonel Valdez?
- Mm-hmm.

- You too?
- Yeah.

Oh, that's nice.

Did that funny, fat
lawyer give you a job?

Mr. Vincente?

Well, not directly, no.

Not a very nice man.

But, still, I was glad
to get the job, any job.

Been tough?

For a while.

So any kind of job,
even East Africa, is exciting.

What do you do?
Play or sing?

No.

No, this Colonel Valdez
must have a variety of businesses.

I'm a pilot.

End of story.

Oh, I know.

If you were up front,
you feel different.

Like car drivers,
you know?

Good drivers can't stand
anyone else at the wheel.

No, I'm afraid the true story
is a little more original.

But good try.

Looking for a lift into town?

I don't know.
But maybe you could tell us

where I can find
a Colonel Valdez?

That's a big question, friend.

Beat it, Mr. Henderson.

These are my passengers.

Oh, I saw you
back on the freeway, Carl.

What was it?
Engine trouble?

Yeah.
Somebody fixed the carburetor.

- Are you Webster?
- So?

- Christina Stamstrum?
- Yes.

Get in the car.

There's one thing about Carl.

He's a model of Mozambique's
Old World hospitality.

Ha.

Take both suitcases
and look after the girl.

I thought you
were staying here.

I am. As soon as I see
the Colonel, I'll be back and--

Se?orita.

Where will I find
Colonel Valdez?

Mr. Webster, I hope
you had a pleasant journey.

Colonel Valdez?

Nope.

My name is Da Silva.

We were told in Lisbon
that you are a good pilot

who made one error of judgment.

I hope that's true.

The job offer came
from Colonel Valdez.

Perhaps.
But you take your orders from me.

Well, maybe I should
discuss that with him.

I doubt if you can.

Do you mind telling
him I'm here?

You're a persistent man,
Mr. Webster.

Very well, come along, then.

Since you insist,
may I introduce you

to Colonel Valdez.

He died yesterday
after a short illness.

The funeral is this afternoon.

Where does that leave me?
I've got a one-way ticket.

I know that, Mr. Webster.
I arranged it.

Nothing has changed.
You're working for me.

He's working
for the company.

Se?ora Valdez,
Mr. Webster.

Welcome in
Mozambique, Mr. Webster.

My condolences, se?ora.

Thank you.
You are very kind.

So many lovely flowers.

Colonel Valdez
had many acquaintances.

They all felt they should
pay their last respects.

My husband appreciated
beautiful things.

I can see that.

Will you be at
the club tonight?

Tonight?
Won't the club be closed?

I mean, because of the funeral.

Of course not. Everybody
in Mozambique will be there.

It should be
quite an evening.

You see, everybody
who really knew my late husband

felt the same way about him.

They hated his guts.

They pay their money.
They take their choice.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

Da Silva will tell you.

You're on next.

Hey, you.

Get on your way.

Your back up life is dead.

You stayed out.

You stayed.

So pack your sweet talk, love.

Get on your way.

Hey, you.

Get on your way.

It's your turn to be lonely.

You phony tears
don't move me anyway.

So pack your sweet talk, love.

Get on your way.

I was so in love with you.

At least that's what I thought.

But you were only using me.

Now you can't use the
ticket that I bought.

- Hey, you.
- Give me a whiskey sour.

Make it two.
Real whiskey.

You're gonna
get me fired.

My name's Henderson.

I'm what's known
as the opposition.

I'll listen to your sad life
story when the song's over.

(SINGING)
You stayed out. You stayed.

So pack your sweet talk, love.

Get on your way.

You just used me
for your toy.

And I just played your game.

But now, your game
is over, boy.

It's your turn now to cry.

Ain't that a shame?

Hey, you.

Get on your way.

It's your turn to be lonely.

Your phony tears
don't move me anyway.

So pack your sweet talk, love.

Get on your way.

So pack your sweet talk, love.

Get on your way.

So pack your sweet talk, love.

Get on your way.

Oh, let me do it.

Your girlfriend
is a good singer.

That fresh
Scandinavian look

will appeal
to the local palates.

For the drink.

Oh, Brad.

You sing real pretty.

What did the, uh, ape want?

An important person
wants to meet me.

- Oh, watch it.
- I'm used to taking care of myself.

Don't meddle to deeply, friend.

Your job is flying,
not prying.

Henderson, are you trying
to tell me something?

Or are you just
lonesome for company?

Oh, we should get
to know each other better.

We are taking a trip together.

I thought you said you
were the opposition.

Oh, the king is dead.

His successor and I have
reached an uneasy alliance.

He'll tell you about it.
Won't you, Da Silva?

There's nothing
that he needs to know.

We'll send for you
when we need you, Webster.

Sometime tomorrow.

Not much settling in time
on this job, is there?

What kind
of an airplane do I fly?

- Does it matter?
- Well, for the last three years,

- I've been flying jets.
- Then this one should be easy.

Where are we headed?

Henderson will tell you
when you're airborne.

You will fly him
there and back.

Satisfied, Mr. Webster?

You see,
Da Silva was right.

- Everybody celebrates.
- Mm-hmm. Including the widow.

Uh, mind if I join you?

Please.

- Thank you, se?ora.
- My name is Ilona.

Now, mind if I ask you
a very personal question?

Depends on how personal.

How did your husband die?

He liked to drink.

In the end, he drank too much.

Oh.
Seems like a happy way to go.

As a matter of fact,
he seems to make a lot of people

happy all the way around.

How come Da Silva throws
his weight around?

My husband didn't leave a will.

And his business affairs
were very complicated.

In other words,
everything's up for grabs, huh?

Precisely.

Everything?

How do you like
to show, Mr. Webster?

My name's Brad.

Oh, I, uh,
like the show fine.

You have
a high class place here.

If you have money,
you are welcome at the Club Valdez.

Everything
and everyone has a price.

So I've noticed.

Some people's price
is pretty low.

Hm.

Ilona, don't keep
our friend up too late.

He needs his sleep.
He start work tomorrow.

I thought I was
working for the company.

Have a little patience.

Maybe one day,
you'll be working for me.

Until then, be careful of him.

He can be dangerous.

You mean he doesn't
just look like a snake?

He bites
before you step on him.

I think I want
to go back to the club.

Did you hear me?

Don't make any noise,
and sit down.

Ow!

Good evening.

Drink?

Thank you.

I admired your singing.

And your beauty.

No water?

I would not recommend it.

I never drink it without it.

Try in there.

[inaudible] But I can't
stand it when he's so drunk.

I expect he'll sober up.

That's what I'm afraid of.

I'll try the top floor.
You go that way.

I'm sorry you wouldn't--
well, you couldn't be

more informative,
Se?ora Valdez.

But I guess I have been pushing it
on such short acquaintance.

When we are old friends,
I shall burden you

with all my troubles.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Give me a few minutes.

I'm sure this can be explained.

If we are to trade together,
Da Silva, it had better be.

Carl, take our guest
back to the club.

Please, leave this to me.
Eh?

Oh, Brad.
Thank God.

Who were you expecting?
Count Dracula?

He's downstairs in the lobby
with the ape and Ali Baba.

Brad, let me stay here.
Please.

That Arab man.
I run away from him.

They expect me to--

The window. Out the window.

Um, is that you,
Christina?

Come back later,
will you, baby?

I'm pretty bushed now.

It's me, Webster.

Oh, it's you, Webster.
Well, that's no excuse.

Stop being foolish. Open up.

Go away, Da Silva. You're not my type.

What the hell
are you playing at?

What is this?
Barracks inspection?

I'm looking for Christina,
the girl who came

- - over with you on the plane.
- Yeah, yeah.

What's that got
to do with you coming

in here,
looking under my bed?

I'm looking
under lots of beds.

She walked out
on a rather special guest.

Maybe you forgot
to explain to her

that she's supposed
to entertain guests.

Webster, what goes on this club
is none of your business.

Go ahead.
Look out the window.

Maybe she jumped.

You forgot to look
under the bed.

It's all right.

- Christina!
- Brad.

I meant in the window,
not out there.

- I-- I can't move.
- Yes, you can.

- No.
- Give me your hand.

- I'm scared.
- Take it easy.

Slow, slow.
Slow!

Easy, easy.

Easy.

All right.
Now, you're all right now.

You're all right now.

This job is a little more than
you bargained for, isn't it?

I have to get away from here.

Well, pick up
your passport and go.

But how?
They gave me a one-way ticket.

Hm.

I think it's about time
I had a talk with the management.

You stay here.
I'm going to lock you in.

Don't worry.
I'll be back.

How about driving me
home-- the long way?

A long enough way
home for you?

It's about the only place in
town where one can be alone.

I want to talk
to you about Christina.

I can't help her, nor can you.

Well, you must have
something to say

about the way the club's run.

Da Silva controls a lot
more than just the club.

I'm not ready for a showdown yet,
and he knows it.

I could still end
up where I started.

Lady, you've got a problem.

What is it?

We've got company.

Brad?

Whoever it was,
he's keeping an eye on us.

On me.

Oh, yeah.
Nobody saw me get in the car.

Why should they
be watching you?

There are only two reasons
why a woman is watched.

One is jealousy.
The other is money.

My husband had business
in many countries

with just as many
bank accounts.

Who kept the books?

His lawyer, Vincente.

The man in Lisbon
who gave you the job.

And he-- he was killed
in the car accident.

How did you know?

Somebody told me.

But what's that got to do
with you being followed?

He had the only list
of the numbered bank accounts.

It's disappeared.

Somebody seems
to think I've got it.

- Do you?
- Ha.

If I had, I wouldn't be here.

Yeah, that's right.

Brad, I've burdened you
will all my problems now.

I guess that makes you a friend.

OK.
Friends.

I have to get back.

The important thing is to be
quite ruthless with the lemon.

- Now look here, Inspector...
- Try it. Try it.

Very nice,
but I didn't interrupt

my dinner party for a
discussion on how to mix drinks.

I should have been
at the opera an hour ago.

Have you talked
to a head office in London?

- Yes.
- To the branches in Bern and Zurich?

Yes.

How much do all these
bank accounts contain?

Now look here.
It's against the bank's policies--

If you're going to argue
banking regulations,

I'll miss the second
act of the opera.

How much had Valdez
in these accounts?

In round figures,
6 million Swiss francs.

A half a million
pounds sterling.

I didn't know this was
going to be a dawn patrol.

Get in.

She's fueled and ready to go.

- Where's your passenger?
- He'll be here.

It's kind of a
secluded air strip here.

But then I guess
there'll be no flight plan

filed for this trip, huh?

That's no concern of yours.

You'll just get in there.
You do the job we hired you for.

There's your passenger.

Get any sand in your
shoes last night, Carl?

Go and fly your kite.

For God's sake, man,
what's the matter?

That was a hell
of a close call.

Close?

Oh, wait until
we really get started.

No more of that.

A straight course
down the coast.

What kind of deal
are two cooking up?

Simple business arrangement.

I have an access
and a commodity.

Da Silva can sell it for me.

It may be simple business,
but I bet it's not legal.

In this colony,
who needs to be legal?

Relax, and enjoy the trip.

Tell me something.

Huh?

What ever happened to the last
pilot that worked for Da Silva?

He asked too many
questions, had an accident

one night
with an elephant gun.

Very messy.

Thanks a lot.

I am on next.

Oh, what a life, working
in this place in the afternoon.

Still, there's worse.

I could be a
housewife somewhere.

How did you
come to end up here?

You want the truth, darling?

Or the carefully
rehearsed version?

The truth is I wasn't good
enough to take a job in Munich.

Two customers over there.
You and you.

You see?
It's easy.

A girl like me has only
got one real talent.

It's lucky I enjoy my work.

For me?

When did he give you that?

- A few minutes ago.
- Thank you.

I hope you
won't be disappointed.

In my youth, I used
to breed wild Arab horses.

I do not intend
to be disappointed.

I will expect you
in two weeks time

with the other consignment.

You stay here.

Leave it alone.

Put it back.

You'll have to watch
yourself, Webster.

That's no elephant gun.

I've got no intention
of using it.

But you tangle with Da Silva,
that's a different matter.

I hear you already have
crossed him over the girl

you flew down with.

You keep your ear
to the ground, don't you?

Mm-hmm.
He won't stand for that.

One of these days,
you'll get back from a trip

- and she won't be there.
- Yeah, if that happens--

What would you do?

Kill Da Silva?

It's been tried before
by experts.

As a matter of fact, I'll tell
you what's in those boxes.

It's no secret.

Drugs?

Not the kind you think.

That racket's played out.

Medical drugs.

Aureomycin, Tetromycin.

There's a market
for them in Zanzibar.

Well,
I didn't think you were

doing it for the Red Cross.

I'm just the agent in this deal
like you are the messenger boy.

Da Silva is the one
with rich Arab contact.

- Arab?
- Mm-hmm.

- I think I saw him last night.
- You did.

He's coming across by boat
to whet his appetite for blondes.

Preferably young,
preferably new.

Da Silva supplies the goodies.

Take the wheel.

I can't.

I can't fly the damn thing!

What the hell are you doing?

Don't move.
There's a snake in here.

All set.

Relax and enjoy the trip.

Ilona?

- What do you want?
- You, I'm afraid.

There's no one to sing
at the club tonight.

- You expect me to do it?
- Why not?

You could be more polite.

You might
even learn to say please.

I don't need to be polite.

One day,
somebody will teach you.

- Not you.
- No, not me.

But I could think
of several who might.

And not him either.

Did you service the plane yet?

We're leaving
for Zanzibar in the morning.

Where's Christina?

You tell me.

She disappeared. Nobody
has seen her since last night.

Then we'd better start
looking for her, hadn't we?

Going anywhere?

Yeah.
Around in circles.

Let's try a straight
course out to sea.

I want to talk to you.

Stop brooding.

Other people got problems, too.

What did you want
to talk to me about, Ilona?

Vincente, the lawyer.

You said he was
killed in a car crash.

That's what somebody told me.

Who told you?

- A friend.
- Mm-hmm.

Then your friend was lying.
He was murdered.

What do you know?

I guess this friend
wasn't too much of a friend.

And did this friend who wasn't
a friend mention a briefcase?

No, no.
Not a whisper.

Uh, how do you know
Vincente was murdered?

His wife wrote
a letter to my husband.

I opened it.

So, now we have a missing
briefcase, a missing girl,

and a missing murderer.

You can't say life's dull.

I never did.

Well, I guess
we have to get back.

I have to work tonight.

The girl in this song
has been left by her lover,

not once, but many times.

It's an old story,
but a new song.

And I'll sing it in German.

She sings well,
doesn't she?

Oh, yes.

It used to be like
this every night.

No news from Christina?

Did you expect any?

Well, you said
she was-- she was

sitting with you and some other
girls and then got up and left.

Was there anybody else around?

It's no use, darling.
You're wasting your time.

If you need any replacement,
knock twice, then ask for me.

It all happened so fast.

- - I had to get away.
- All right.

But I want no
mistakes this time.

- Webster?
- What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

Did you follow me?

- No, I followed Da Silva.
- What?

Yeah, he was here just
a few minutes ago

listening to whatever
was going on in there.

I don't believe you.

Yes, you do.
Who's in there?

It doesn't concern
anybody but me.

Oh.

- Your business.
- You're dead right.

It's my business.

Brad, I guess
you've figured it out anyway.

I've got a woman in there.

She's working
in the bar downstairs.

You trying to tell me
you're a family man?

I'm trying to tell
to get the hell out of here.

It's five minutes
flying time north of here.

Help them with the boxes.

Help them, I said.

Of course you will,
Da Silva.

Even in these
revolutionary times,

we can still
extend a hospitality.

- I insist.
- You're very kind.

Webster.

You wait here
until I come back.

The guard will stay with him.

Do not worry about any unwelcome
attention from the police.

That's well taken care of.

Light?

I'm afraid you're going to have
to take me to your leader, pal.

A pity I shall have
to leave all this very soon.

Our new Caesars
are still amenable to bribery,

but it will pass
like all good things.

You will get enough
of the medicines

I brought you
to make a fresh start.

You will have
your money within a week.

What about the girl?
You will keep her?

I don't know yet.
I will let you know.

Africa is changing.

The best days are gone.

We Arabs have an ancestry
of being driven from our homes.

It has taught us
to be philosophical.

I have a very good
penthouse in Park Lane.

Safe journey.

Oh!

Ow!
No, please!

Oh, Brad.
I can't any further.

Come on, baby.
It's just a little ways.

What is it?
Why the guns?

There will be more
coming any minute.

Stay here.

- Where is Webster?
- Girl has run away.

You will come with us.
Hassan wants you.

Mr. Da Silva, you will
come with us to the car.

Look.

- It may be a trick.
- I'll stay here.

Get in the back.

You damned interfering
American truck driver!

Keep your loud mouth
buttoned.

What is it?

I don't know.

Maybe one
of those shots got us.

How long before
we reach the coast?

Maybe just long enough.

You can't land in this.

We can't stay out here.

Well, you know what it is?

Relax.
It might take some time.

I found a lovely place
where you can wash.

Think I need it?

- Yeah..
- There's no time for that.

What was it?
A bullet?

No, lousy maintenance.

Somebody crimped the line
from the reserve tank.

All right.
Now it's fixed, let's get aboard.

- Where is this place?
- As long as Mr. Da Silva isn't coming.

Webster!

I said we're going right back.

What are you going
to do, Da Silva?

Fly the plane yourself?

I think I've been through
enough for one day.

You know, baby doll,
what we're going to do

as soon we get back?

What we should have done
weeks ago-- go to the police.

Yes.

But how do we get
out of Mozambique?

Well, we could
always stay here.

Go native, hm?

Brad!

But there's nobody.

So how?

I don't know.
There's got to be somebody.

He wouldn't stick
a knife in his own back.

But there's no one around.

How could that be?

I know.

Let's look.

Se?ora.
Sergeant Rodrigues.

What is it, Sergeant?

You're expecting a plane, no?

I have my orders
to search it for narcotics.

Narcotics?
Don't be absurd.

Anyway, you need an authority.

Here is my warrant, se?ora.

You remain here.

Se?or Webster?

Yeah.

- Policia.
- What?

What is this?
Telepathy?

- Search the plane.
- I can save you the trouble.

You'll find the body
and the knife that killed him.

Sergeant.

How did--?

Sorry, se?ora.
Nobody is to enter the plane.

- Orders.
- Why? What happened?

A murder. But I think we got
the man that did it.

Sit down, please, se?orita.

Now look, this is not
the police station.

It's a town hall.
Who's the VIP?

I am.

Commaro.

A long way from home,
despite a notice at the airport

which welcomes one
to Portugal.

If find the climate oppressive.
Come on in.

What the hell are you doing
here in Mozambique?

The questions,
I think, shall be mine.

Oh, isn't it that wherever
unexplained murders

take place, there you are,
involved.

Yeah, and you didn't tell me anything
about a murder back in Lisbon.

Strange you know about it now.

Nothing strange about it.

It was reported
to Valdez's widow.

Oh, yes. The beautiful se?ora
and her lost property.

Do you care for a drink?

I find where there's humidity,
one requires liquids.

The lovely se?ora
has been a little more

than just interested
in this lost property of hers.

I can imagine.

It's a lot more money
than you or I can earn in a lifetime.

Thanks.

Uh, now, just why
did you push into this job?

We policemen sometimes
have to be devious.

Getting me mixed up
in Valdez's snake pit

is cold-blooded not devious.

Let's talk
about cold-blooded murder.

That's what we are
concerned with here.

I've already told
your fat friend--

I know what you
told my sergeant.

Well, those are the facts.

He was knocked off
while were in swimming.

In the middle of the jungle?

Having put down
for an emergency landing?

The entire area
isolated and deserted?

I know. I know.
It sounds impossible.

Someone waiting
by appointment, you suggest?

Oh, come on now,
Commaro.

Some passerby perhaps?

Some African who decided
the white man's planes

are usually loaded with goodies?

- Well, that's possible.
- But thoroughly unlikely.

All right. All right.

You're the big,
smart cop from Lisbon.

You tell me what happened.

You might have killed him.

- Oh, come on now.
- You had a reason, from what I hear.

If I killed him, Commaro, what was
Christina doing all this time?

Of course,
we expect that.

Look, Commaro, if I'd killed this guy
back in the jungle,

would I bring the body in here?
Huh?

Does that makes sense?

Oh, I doubt if you would.

All right.
Let's cut out all this chitchat.

What are you trying
to get at anyway?

Have another drink, Mr. Webster,
your nerves are getting on edge.

Never mind another drink.

Either you charge me
or I'm getting out of here.

You'll get out
when I'm ready to let you go.

You searched
the plane, of course?

What's there the search?

A little baggage compartment
about the size of a suitcase.

It was locked.

Hola?

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm.
Obrigado.

All right.
You can go.

Big switch.
What was that all about?

No switch at all.

Anytime I want, I can hang
this murder charge on you,

make it stick,
with the girl as an accessory.

Let's have
no illusions about that.

Yeah, I guess you can.

And you know
where you can find me.

I'll be finding you all right.

Perhaps I should have jailed
you for assault in Lisbon.

Think of all the trouble
it would have saved.

I wonder what
I'd get in this town

for kicking
a policeman's teeth out.

They're very
reactionary down here.

I should think
the firing squad, at least.

I went to the police
looking for you.

Try city hall.
Ask for a cop named Commaro.

He's got that briefcase
you've been looking for.

- How do you know?
- I saw him.

Now you can do me a favor.

Who wanted Da Silva killed?
I mean, besides you and me?

Your girlfriend?

Oh, she was with me.
I'm her alibi.

Is she yours?

Not you, too.

I suppose you can prove
you didn't leave town all day,

Mr. Henderson.

Not only prove it,
I have three card-playing witnesses

who can tell you
how much money I won from them.

I'm an inveterate gambler.

I see.

Oh, if there's anything I can
do to help, you'll let me know.

Naturally.

Se?ora Valdez.

Mr. Henderson.

Se?ora Valdez, I am so terribly sorry
I've kept you waiting.

It was kind of you to call.

It saved me a journey.

First, my condolences.

So often in my profession,
it falls upon to me

to offer my sympathy
to a widow.

With one so young and beautiful,
a task that much easier.

Thank you.
You are very kind.

By the way,
I have something for you.

Yes.
I heard that it had been found.

In a street
near Vincente's body.

Interesting.

Yes.

Is there anything else you
wanted me for, Commandant?

Only to offer
my apologies

for having held your property
for certain necessary investigations.

The papers clearly belong to you,
as your husband's next of kin,

as does the money
in his bank accounts.

Every penny-- and there
are a great many pennies.

It all belongs to you.

Together with so
many responsibilities.

That's life, I'm afraid.

Well, I don't need
to detain you any longer.

It was a pleasure
meeting you, Commandant.

Au revoir, se?ora.

Au revoir.

Se?ora?

How foolish.
I nearly forgot.

- Thank you.
- Goodbye.

- Brad.
- Yeah?

Let me come with you.

No, baby, you stay here.

And make sure that message
gets through to Commaro.

All right?

But what do you hope
to find in that bar?

I'm not sure,
but the only way we

can clear ourselves
of killing Da Silva

is to find out
who did kill him.

What are you doing
with my bicycle?

- Is this your bike?
- I said it, didn't I?

- You live here?
- When I'm not working.

What do you do?

I'm a knife
thrower in a circus.

Ah.

Yeah, you've got a--
or you had a very

nice set of knives in there.

Except three
of them are missing.

Only two.

Not again, Mr. Webster.
For heaven's sake, get up.

What took you so long?

Why don't you pick
on somebody your own size?

I think somebody
should have asked Da Silva that.

Where is Ilona?

She's at the airport.

Where did she go?

To Lourenco Marques
to see an attorney.

Where is the safe?

Behind a picture on the wall.

He'll live, the poor devil.

Broken leg, fractured arm.

- Did he talk?
- Enough.

He killed the man in Lisbon.

His job was to get
hold of that briefcase.

Oh, yeah.

The key to all the filthy
money that Valdez accumulated

during his lifetime.

When Vincente was killed,
there was a group of children

playing in the street.

Goliath was one of them.

Goliath.

As if he didn't
have enough to warp him.

You carried him
to Zanzibar and back

in that luggage compartment.

Ah. That was the reason
for the stoppage in the fuel line.

So no matter where we had
to make an emergency landing,

there he was.

And all he had to do
was pop out and kill Da Silva.

All we've got to do is find
the man who cracked the whip.

Uh, not we.

All I've got to do
is find my girl.

It won't be the same
without you, friend.

Well, I'm afraid
you're just going

to have to struggle along.

I've still got some smuggling
charges to talk over with you.

If, uh, if you
want help from me,

you're going to have
to tear up charges.

- We might make a deal.
- Mm-mm-mm. That's not all.

- Don't be greedy.
- I want two tickets out of here.

Two?

I see.

We searched the ports
and the airports.

I think our friend
here can be of help.

He jumped me.

Sergeant, use your influence
and see if you can get me

a decent drink.

When you finish
with him,

I have a whole
long list of charges.

Sit down.

- Who jumped you?
- Henderson.

He broke open the safe
and took that briefcase.

Did he?

I wonder what earthly
use it could be to him.

How should I know?
I just took her to the airport.

Who?
Se?ora Valdez?

Where did she go?

She went to see an attorney
down at Lourenco Marques.

Just before she got
on the plane, she fired me.

Dead calm.
Just like that.

I'm not surprised.
You were Da Silva's man.

Then Henderson hit
you on the head,

and now we are going
to put you in prison.

You're in real
trouble, aren't you?

- Go away.

- Get out!

I'm sorry.

It's that Commaro.

OK.
Turn on the light.

All right.
Come in.

I do apologize.

If I'd known you
were so beautiful,

I'd have questioned
you myself.

Aren't you nice.
I like your friend.

He's no friend of mine.

Why don't you go play
detective someplace else?

We think Henderson
is making it for Lusaka.

He's got friends,
and he has transferred

- some money there lately.
- Fine. Go after him.

I intend to with your help.

We can cut him off at the
border if we leave right way.

I'm sorry.

What a way to run
a police force.

Good morning.

Oh, good morning, sir.

I need a meal.
I've been driving all night.

The dining room
opens in half an hour, sir.

Oh, I want to be away by then.
Can you let me have a room?

Serve me a breakfast tray?

Well, I--

I think that can be arranged.

Fine.

I've arranged for a car
to meet us at the airport.

Just think. If you had straightened this
thing out a couple of hours earlier,

you could have taken
a regular scheduled flight.

And I could have been
sleeping peacefully in bed.

There they are.
Victoria Falls.

This must Zambia over there.

That's where Henderson's
probably heading.

The bridge is the frontier.

Put the breakfast
on the table, will you?

Ilona.

Hello, David.

What are you doing here?

Looking after my interests.

What do you want?

The briefcase
you stole from me.

All right.
I took it.

I wanted it for insurance.

After all, you might
have double crossed me.

Come, come.
I double cross you?

It surely looks
the other way around.

Haven't I proved myself to you?

Whose idea
was it to hide Goliath?

And to steal
the papers from Vincente?

You certainly
made a mess of that one.

But I fixed Da Silva, didn't I?

You hated him
as much as I did.

He was a danger to us both.

So I took all the risks
and you will get all the money.

Don't you remember
what I promised?

Yes.

But that was
before they found Goliath.

Now the police are after me.

That's why I want insurance.

And don't forget this, Ilona.

If they catch me,
I'll talk as well.

I'll tell them how you
planned the whole thing.

You don't have
to tell them anything.

They won't catch you.

In 10 minutes, we can be across
the bridge, get new passports,

move on together to somewhere
where nobody will find us.

Supposing this time
I don't believe you, Ilona?

I'm going on alone, taking
the briefcase with me as security.

No, David.
We are going together.

Put that toy away.

You see, I'm not playing.

You'd kill me?

You're going to walk
down those stairs ahead of me,

through the back
entrance of the hotel.

Nobody's going to see you.

You're going to drive toward
the border, across a bridge,

and you're going
to stop halfway across.

You'll never reach
the other side, you see?

Your nerve is going to fail you.

That's why--
as far as the world is concerned--

you're going to kill yourself.

- - It won't work.
- It will.

There's a flight from
the airport in two hours time.

By midday,
I will be in a lawyer's office

in Lourenco Marques
and back home again tonight.

Perfect alibi.

Try to head him off.

Come down.
Come down.

Come down.
Please, come down.

Come down.

Ah!

Commandant,
first of all,

I insist you approve
the champagne.

Salute.

Salute.

Excellent.

Louis Roederer 1947?

'48.

You're quite right.

And now, I'd like
to apologize for having

caused you so much trouble.

Once I knew where
he was heading,

I should have called
the police of course.

But I was foolish
enough to believe

that I could persuade
him to return

my property without your help.

Well, I was wrong.

Quite a story.

And you tell it so
beautifully, se?ora.

I beg your pardon.

What he's trying to say
in his roundabout Portuguese way

is that you went there
to kill Henderson.

Because you didn't
need him anymore.

Why else do you think
I gave you that briefcase?

I'm afraid
I don't quite follow you.

From the moment
you got your hands on it,

your accomplice
was a dead man.

The fact
that you planned an alibi

and followed him
to Victoria Falls is confirmation.

But I hardly knew Henderson.

Hardly knew him?

And he arranged to have
two men killed because of you?

It might be rather
difficult to prove.

I should say it
would be impossible.

I was neither near the plane
when Da Silva was killed,

nor in Lisbon.

And as you forced Henderson
to fall to his death, well--

What you mean
is the evidence

went off that bridge
with Henderson.

You're at liberty
to think what you like.

I was afraid
you'd take that attitude.

Ilona Valdez, I'm arresting you
for the murder of your husband,

Fernando Valdez.

What?

We exhumed
his body this morning.

It was well-soaked
with alcohol.

But we found enough arsenic
to kill all the rats--

or should I say all
the other rats-- in Mozambique.

Congratulations,
commandant.

I underestimated you.

But you're still
making a mistake.

- Not this time.
- It was Henderson.

He poisoned the drinks.

Please don't make
my task too difficult.

It's been such a pleasure
making your acquaintance.

Looks you are out
of a job again.

A good year.

A trifle on the naive side,
I would say.

But I pick that bottle
for the journey.

How nice of you to wait for me.

We had to.

You've got the tickets.
Remember?

You better have.