All language subtitles for Murder,.She.Wrote.06x01.Appointment.In.Athens.AC3.DVDRip.XviD.en

I most emphatically
am not married,

which, at the moment,
happens to be
the heart of my problem.

I'm not Mrs. Reardon.

FEMALE NARRATOR:
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

They'll kill him,
after torturing him.

What is money
when the life of a loved one
hangs in the balance?

Get out. Now!

The exchange is set
for tomorrow. 1300 hours.

...to a marriage
that's clearly
in deep trouble.

You mean to say he's brought
an American civilian
in on the operation?

I have been tricked, lied to,
pumped for information.

Freeze!

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(GUNS BEING COCKED)

(MAN SPEAKING IN GREEK)

(COMMANDING IN GREEK)

MICHAEL:
Oh, that's marvelous, Pamela.
That's ruddy marvelous.

You've totally
mucked things up. Yes,
of course I'm sympathetic,

assuming that it really is
your appendix and not some...

Liar? Did I call you a liar?

Fine.

You needn't shout.
There's nothing wrong
with the damn connection!

Pamela, I'm sorry.

I said, I'm sorry.

I apologize
for having misjudged you.

I hope it all goes well.
Give my best to your surgeon,

whoever he may be. Ciao.

(SIGHS)

(RINGING)

Yes?

Oh, London?
Put him through.

Alfie, boyo, what've you got?

Nothing yet?

No, no. No problem.
Tomorrow'll be fine.

Yeah, cable me in Athens
at the Hotel Grande Bretagne,

in the name of
Mr. And Mrs. Michael Reardon.

R-E-A...

No, no, no, you silly twit,

I most emphatically
am not married,

which, at the moment,
happens to be
the heart of my problem.

It was delightful
having you with us

once again,
Madame Fletcher.

Thank you, Monsieur Le Bon.
I wish it were more often.

Jessica?

Jessica! I can't believe it.
Michael, for heaven sakes!

Are you...
Are you just arriving?

I'm just leaving.

You mean to tell me
that you've been staying
right here in this hotel?

For the past 24 hours.
Just a short stopover.

I'm here on

(CLEARS THROAT)

Business.

Don't tell me.
I don't want to know.

Well, I couldn't
if I wanted to.

It's very hush-hush.

And you?
You're on vacation?

Well, not exactly.

It's an international
book tour.

I don't know how
I got talked into it.

Well, I know how.
Because you're
a soft touch.

People take
advantage of you.

Well, you should know.

Madame Fletcher, pardon.
I have just heard
from the airport.

Your flight to Cairo
is delayed
at least eight hours.

Oh, dear.

Not to worry.
You're coming with me.
What?

Yeah, I have a flight
to Athens that leaves
in an hour.

You can take
a connecting flight
to Cairo from there.

Oh, Michael, I don't know.
It can't be that simple.

But of course it is.
Our luggage.

This is really wonderful,
you know.

It'll give us
a couple of hours
to catch up on things.

Michael...
Oh, come on now.

Where's that adventurous
Jessica Fletcher
I know and adore?

Well, she was last seen
in a San Francisco jail,

the gullible victim
of a certain
Ml6 agent's flimflam.

Ah, Jessica darling,

if you only knew
how often I've regretted
that little episode.

Now you tell me!

(LAUGHING)

...and on Friday,
I'll catch up with you
in Cairo,

and we'll drive south
to the Valley of the Kings.

Oh, that sounds like fun.
But if you're too busy,
please don't feel...

No, nonsense. By the weekend,
I'll be as free
as a bird, I promise.

WOMAN ON PA: Air Macedonia
flight 14 to Salonika
now boarding...

A reservation
for Mrs. J.B. Fletcher
on your 3:30 flight to Cairo.

Oh, Jess, you're in
for a wonderful treat.

I'm sorry,
but we have no reservation
for a Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, dear.
That can't be.

CLERK: And the flight
is fully booked.
JESSICA: Yes, but...

However, we do have
another flight
tomorrow afternoon.

Well, I'm afraid
that doesn't help
very much.

Is there another airline
that has a flight to Cairo
this afternoon?

CLERK: I'm sorry.
They, too, are booked.

Oh, dear. Michael...

Michael?
Excuse me, aren't you
J.B. Fletcher?

Well, yes, I...
Oh, how delightful.

Yeah, I thought
I recognized you
from your dust jacket.

I'm so sorry.
What seems to be
the trouble, Mrs. Fletcher?

Well, I seem to have
lost someone.

Someone who has a habit
of getting himself lost
at the oddest times.

Oh, do forgive
my manners.

Harold Baines.
Oh.

"Global Omnionics Limited"?

Yes, it's just
one of those boring
multinational conglomerates

in which nobody's
quite certain what the company
actually does.

I see.
So, what can I do
to help?

Well, I'm not really sure.
You see, my friend
has vanished,

along with
my airline reservation,

and it looks as if
I'm stranded here in Athens
for the next 24 hours.

Oh, how dreadful.

Listen, my car's just outside.
Why don't you let me
drive you to your hotel?

I don't have one.
Oh, dear.

Yes, and I'm afraid
there isn't a single
first-class room

available in all of Athens
just now.

International Trade Fair,
you know.

"Oh, dear" is right!

Oh, I know!
Got it. Of course.

Yes, our corporation maintains
a very lovely two-bedroom,
a sort of courtesy suite,

at the Hotel Grande Bretagne.

Now, please, Mrs. Fletcher,
do me the honor of accepting
our hospitality.

Oh, well, that is
terribly kind of you,
Mr. Baines, but I...

No, no, no, dear lady,
not to worry.

I will tell the airline people
where you can be reached,

and the moment
we arrive at the hotel,

I'll notify the police
of your friend's
disappearance.

Done and done?

Yes? Yes? Marvelous.

Well, here we are.

I don't know Cabot Cove.
I don't even know Maine,
actually.

It's quite north,
isn't it?
Lots of snow?

Now and then.

Oh, let me have
your passport, Jessica.
Oh.

I'll take care
of your registration.

Well, thank you, Harold.
You're really very kind.

Oh, rubbish.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Yes? Oh.

I do hope
everything's satisfactory.

Oh, yes,
it's lovely, Harold.

Have you...
Have you spoken
to the police?

Beg pardon.
Compliments of the management,
Mrs. Reardon.

Mrs. Reardon?
Oh, there must be
some mistake.

Thank you very much.
Oh, thank you, sir.

Do let me
take that for you.

Mrs. Reardon?

Would that by any chance be
Mrs. Michael Reardon,
would it?

Is that the name
that he's using this week?

Well, actually, yes.

Ah. Which means
that you, Mr. Baines,

must be an Ml6 agent
in sheep's clothing?

Michael said
you might be upset.

Yes, Michael was right.

And, the reservation
to Cairo. Never made?

I'm afraid not, no.

But it is true to say
that there are no rooms
available here in Athens.

Well, isn't it nice
that you don't have to
lie about everything?

Where is he?

I haven't the foggiest.

As I was approaching you
at the airport,

two men
were converging on him.

Men who clearly
meant him harm.

I suspect
Michael thought so, too,

which explains
why he left
rather quickly.

But I really
shouldn't worry.

Michael is quite adept
at looking after himself.

Oh, he is that.

Mrs. Fletcher, I admit
that Michael does have
a penchant for highhandedness,

but I do hope
you'll continue to pose
as Mrs. Reardon,

at least until Michael's
out of harm's way.

Be assured, Mr. Baines,

that I will do everything
in my power

to help ensure
his safe return.

So that I can get
my hands on him.

Good day.

POPADOPALOUS:
Of course I know
it's confidential.

Why else
would I be here?

Now, tell me, Dutchman,

what exactly
am I paying for?

Patience,
Mr. Popadopalous,
patience.

I have the information
you have been waiting for.

Mr. And Mrs. Reardon
arrived in Athens

on the 2:00 flight
from Paris.

They are occupying Suite 324
at the Hotel Grande Bretagne.

And is that all of it?

When I know more,
I will tell you more.

And when you tell me more,

I will pay you more.

Now, listen to me
carefully.

I want to know
all of their movements.

Understand?

I am here
to serve, my friend.

Olympus Gems.
Alec Scofield here.

Ah, Mr. Stuyvesant.
What a pleasant surprise.

I haven't heard from you
for at least 48 hours.

I assume
you are aware, Colonel,

that a Mr. And Mrs. Reardon

are occupying a certain suite
at the Hotel Grande Bretagne.

Perhaps I am mistaken.

It was my impression
your organization

was taking no part in this
particular transaction.

Get to the point.

What you may not know

is that the Reardons
are expected to attend
a party this evening,

at the home of one
Dimitri Popadopalous.

Really? Tell me, Dutchman,
how much might it cost

to secure an invitation
to Mr. Popadopalous' party?

Very well. Come by later
and pick up your money.

Well, at least the old thief
didn't try to sell me the news
of Michael's arrival.

What about the woman
with him?

An American author.
Potboilers.

People being murdered
in locked rooms.
All that sort of thing.

I can't believe it.

He's running
an independent show
on my patch.

Damn it, he knows full well
the Prime Minister's position

on dealing
with terrorists.

Yes. Colonel, when Michael
asked me to pitch in,

I rather suspected
it might have something to do

with Laddie Fairchild's
kidnapping,

but I swear
I never believed
for a moment

that he'd do anything
outside of regulations.

Rubbish.

That's the only way that
Michael Haggarty operates.

Now, what's his plan?

Well, I... I am not privy
to his entire scheme, sir.
Not as yet.

But it would appear
to require

that he have
a bogus wife.

You mean to say he's brought
an American civilian in
on the operation?

My God, the man
must have gone mad.

Yes.

In... In his defense, Colonel,
Michael does seem convinced

that the kidnappers
are just that,
garden-variety hoodlums

rather than terrorists
or gunrunners.

Baines, I want you
to stay on this
like fog on Tower Bridge.

I expect to be informed of
every breath the man takes.

Mrs. Reardon?

Oh.

Excuse me. Henryk Stuyvesant
at your service, madam.

Please forgive me.
I did not wish
to startle you.

Oh, no. No, I...

I just didn't realize
that anyone knew
that I was here.

May I?
Oh, please.

A great pity
about Mr. Fairchild.

Fairchild?

Oh, yes.

Yes, it is.

I am curious,
Mrs. Reardon.

Would you know
when the transaction
will be taking place?

Transaction?

I...

I really can't tell you
about that, Mr. Stuyvesant.

Perhaps you could
at least inform me
of the location.

No. No, no, I...
I really can't say.

I see.

The other party
in the transaction...

Oh, dear. The name's
on the tip of my tongue.

Madam,

people pay me
for information.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

I came here,
Mrs. Reardon,

because of
my great compassion
for Laddie Fairchild.

I am only sorry
that you cannot
share my trust.

Jessica, be a dear
and give me a hand.

And you'd better
get a move on,

or we'll be late
for the party.

Party? What party?

Michael, what happened?
Where have you been?

Who is
Henryk Stuyvesant?

Who is Laddie Fairchild?
And... And... And all the...

Easy, girl. Easy, girl.
Those are all fine questions,
and I'm gonna answer them all,

but at the moment,
time is running short.

Yes, along
with my patience.

And if you think
that I am going out
with you this evening,

you are very much mistaken.

Never mind that I have been
tricked, lied to,
pumped for information.

I have been worried sick
about you.

Ah, that's my girl.

Although, I can't
imagine why,

since you systematically
deceived me

from the moment that we bumped
into each other in Paris.

For the record,
Paris was an accident.

Wonderful. And those men
at the Athens airport?

Well, I didn't want them
to see us together,

for fear of putting
your life at risk.

Oh.

Well, that was considerate
of you, I must say.

It certainly was.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

It's probably Baines.

Yes?

Hello.

Is Michael about?
I'm Pamela Reardon,
his wife.

Darling, I felt
absolutely horrid

about winkling
out on you.

Really, I did.

How's your appendix?

Oh, thank God
it was nothing more
than a touch of gastritis.

Nothing more than
a bloody audition,
you mean.

Michael, be a dear
and try to understand.

Obviously, you didn't
get the job.

Anyhow, I caught
the very first flight
out of Heathrow,

and here I am.

Seems my timing's
a bit off, though.

Mrs. Reardon?

Not if I can help it.

Pam Drake.
You sound American.

Is that real,
or are you putting it on?

Oh, it's real, all right.
And I'm not an actress.

Now, Michael...
Jessica, you and I
are due at a party.

Miss Drake and I
will take this up
when we return.

Oh, now, just a moment.
If Miss Drake is here,
you certainly don't need me.

Ah, that's where
you're wrong, my girl.

There's Stuyvesant
and some of the hotel staff.

Too many people
already know you
as Mrs. Reardon.

Look, I don't blame you
for feeling the way you do.

But please consider
that a man's life is at stake.

A very good man.

Laddie Fairchild?
Yes, Mr. Stuyvesant
mentioned his name.

But, Michael,
why didn't...

Maintain our little act
for a few more hours,

until I make
the final arrangements
for his release.

I'll explain in full
on the way.

I'll go and get dressed.

Good girl.

And as for you,
Pamela, darling...

Save it, Michael.
I've been up
for 36 hours,

so while you
and your "missus"

are off kicking up
your heels,

I'll be having
a little sleep
on your sofa.

We'll chat
when you get back.

HAGGARTY: And so
Laddie Fairchild

was operating
this travel agency
as a front,

to enable him to catch
these weapons importers.

You mean arms smugglers?
Exactly.

But before he could
close the trap,

he was grabbed
by a band of kidnappers,

who have no idea
that he's Ml6.

They've asked
for one million pounds
ransom by tomorrow.

No police involvement.
I see.

If the gunrunners learn
that Laddie's a hostage

and grab him
from the kidnappers,

which is only
a matter of time,

they'll kill him,

after torturing him
for what he knows.

And except for Mr. Baines,
you're doing this
entirely on your own?

When Colonel Scofield,
our Athens Station Chief,
refused to help,

I took it all the way up
to Number 10, Downing Street.

And?

(IMITATING MARGARET THATCHER)
"I'm terribly sorry,
Mr. Haggarty,

"truly I am, but we here
in the British Empire

"do not bargain
with thugs
and terrorists."

Well, I was desperate.
I met with the kidnappers
in Paris,

passed myself off
as Michael Reardon,
Laddie's brother-in-law.

I told them
Laddie's a disinherited
playboy ne'er-do-well,

and I insisted
I had no money, either.

You know
what they said?

"Find it by morning,
or we kill him."

And what did you tell them?

I tried to stall them,
to buy time. I told them
I could get the money,

but it was all
in my wife's name.

Oh, of course.
And enter the wealthy
Mrs. Reardon.

They gave me 72 hours.
That's 1:00 p.m. Tomorrow.

(ATTENDANT
WELCOMING IN GREEK)

Now, what about
our host?

Yes. Dimitri Popadopalous.
He's the middleman.

He simply wants
to meet you,

so he can vouch
for our credibility
to the kidnappers.

All you have to do
is be your charming self.

Yes, it's very lovely,
my dear,

but obscenely
and unnecessarily expensive.

Oh, for God sake,
drop it, Alec.

I think I deserve
a few rewards

for being forced
to live this far
from Harrods.

Alec. What the hell
are you doing here?

Keeping track of you,
dear boy.

We are, after all,
ostensibly on the same side.

You must be
Mrs. Fletcher,
the author.

Alec Scofield.
My wife, Madge.

Oh, how do you do?

How nice to see you
on top of things, Alec.

For a change.

Your activities,
my dear Michael,

always rate
my highest priority.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I hope you'll
have the decency
of playing along,

for Laddie's sake.

Mr. Reardon, I doubt
I shall ever forgive you

for failing to tell me
how lovely your wife is.

Oh! Well, I...

Come, my dear.

You must tell me
about yourself.

And I shall settle
for nothing less
than everything.

My... My father
was in lumber.

And your mother?

Descended from
an English baronet.

Lovely.

Lovely.

I warn you, Michael,
if you persist
in this little adventure,

regardless of the results,
I shall personally,
and with immense pleasure,

preside over
your long-deserved demise
as an agent of the Crown.

Age hasn't done much
to improve your sense
of humanity, has it, Alec?

In our profession,
that often proves
to be a liability.

Mrs. Scofield.

Damn it, Madge,
you know my hands are tied.

They usually are.

Forgive me
if I'm less than touched

by your concern
for Mr. Fairchild.

Pity. I'd assumed
that we'd closed the door

on that little episode
ages ago.

You must forgive
my impulsiveness,

but since
your stay in Athens
is to be a short one...

Mr. Popadopalous,
I am a married woman.

That, my dear,
is one of your more
sparkling assets.

One can easily observe

your marriage
is in serious trouble.

Oh? Whatever gave you
that impression?

I couldn't help notice
a certain lack of intimacy
between you and your husband.

I have trained myself to

spot these things.

(STAMMERING)
Well, yes, well,

we have been
squabbling lately.

Yes.

I have a keen instinct
for a woman's longings,

her Ioneliness, her hungers.

MICHAEL:
There you are, darling!

I was afraid you might have
spirited my bride off
on a cruise to Mykonos.

Would that it were so.

Dimitri, I presume
that you've made
the final arrangements

with the kidnappers.

Not quite yet,
Mr. Reardon.

I have been waiting
until I was satisfied
about certain details.

And?

I shall be communicating
with them shortly.

What I will tell them is
that at exactly 1200 hours
tomorrow,

you and your wife

will arrive
at the pay telephone
at the Arch of Hadrian.

A caller will instruct you
about your subsequent move.

You have
my sincere admiration,
Mrs. Reardon,

for the sacrifices
you are making
for your brother.

Oh, I'm quite sure
that he will be
equally grateful

for your generosity,
Mr. Popadopalous.

Madame, for L50,000,
my generosity knows no limits.

Jessica, you were superb.
He bought your entire act.

Why didn't you warn me?

Oh, well,
he is rather harmless.

(SCOFFS)

Come on, now, girl.
Let's grab a bite.
I'm famished.

I'll give Dimitri
this much,

he's living up
to his notices
for shrewdness,

keeping the time and the place
of the exchange confidential

until the last moment.
Will that be a problem?

Michael,
you leaving already?

What the hell
is going on, Baines?

I thought you were
on my side.

I am.

Well, then why is it
that Alec Scofield knows
every move I make

before I've made it?

Michael, I swear
I didn't tell him
you'd be here tonight.

But you must appreciate
my position.

If I weren't keeping him
at least partially informed,

he'd surely suspect me,
wouldn't he?

Yeah, you're right.
Sorry, boyo.

Now, has there been
any signal?

Not thus far, no.

But I'm monitoring the taps
on Dimitri's telephones.

The moment
they make contact,
I'll inform you, all right?

Now I understand
why Mr. Popadopalous' secrecy
won't be a problem.

Mother Reardon always said
her little boy would marry
a woman of intelligence.

And a rich one, too,
as I recall.

One of these days, Jessica,
you and I are going to go
on a proper holiday together.

No company business for me,
no writing for...

(WHISPERING)
Pamela.

(OFFICER SPEAKING IN GREEK)

(SPEAKING GREEK)

This is quite clearly
the work of a jewel thief

who has been working
in the Piraeus-Athens area
for the past 18 months.

Pardon me,
Sergeant...

Mr. Reardon,
there's one thing
I'm very curious about.

Sergeant Petrakis.
Yes?

You know, I'm not at all sure
that theft was involved here.

Jewelry was taken.
In Greece,
we regard this as theft.

Yes, but the jewelry
that the victim was wearing
was fake.

I mean, a professional
jewel thief

would have recognized that
immediately.

Really?

Your perpetrator may have
wanted you to think
that he was your jewel thief.

Very well, Madame.

Suppose we examine
where such a theory,
questionable though it may be,

will lead us?

Suppose we begin with you,

and your relationship
with the other Mrs. Reardon?

Oh, she wasn't my wife.
But I'm not Mrs. Reardon.

Am I to understand
that neither of you were
or are Mrs. Reardon?

No, no, no, no.
What I'm trying to say is

that the victim
was the ex-Mrs. Reardon.

You see, we were divorced
many years ago,

but the poor woman
could never

give up the fantasy
that we might one day
remarry.

Oh, really?
I'll take this.

It would appear
from your statement,
Mr. Reardon,

that you and the present
Mrs. Reardon,

the live
Mrs. Reardon,

would have more than
a sufficient motive
for murder.

(SPEAKING IN GREEK)

I want you to fingerprint
both of them

and take hair
and fiber samples.

And please, do not attempt
to leave Athens
in the next few days.

ALEC: Pity. She was
such a lovely woman.

How unfortunate
she allowed herself
to be gulled by Michael.

The Colonel
does not understand.

It was not the woman
you met.

It was the second
Mrs. Reardon

who fell victim
to strangulation.

Haggarty has another one?
Who was she?

Her passport was British.

It identified her
as Mrs. Pamela Reardon.

I wonder how many others
will turn up.

If one does,

I assure you,
my friend,

you will be
the first to know.

Make sure that I am.

The Colonel is
most generous.

By God, I do believe
that Michael's
about to hang himself.

In a day or two,
I shall have enough
to pass over to Whitehall.

How terribly righteous
of you, Alec.

Of course, for Michael,
doing the decent thing

has only required the courage
to place himself squarely
on the cutting edge.

Rescuing Laddie
isn't a threat
to his bloody manhood.

Jessica?

In here.

I couldn't find
a Herald Tribune.

I know you can't
read Greek,

so the best I could do
was a week-old
Wall Street Journal.

Toothpaste,

shampoo,

aspirin...

Bloody hell.

She was just an actress,
that's all.

Not one of us.
She didn't deserve that.

Michael, you can't
blame yourself.

No? That could
very easily have been you
lying on the floor in there.

(SIGHS)

Maybe I should pack it in,
put you on a plane.

Oh, it's too late for that,
and you know it.

I'll be fine. Don't worry.

That's easier said
than done.

Oh, by the way,
where's my cablegram?

What cablegram?

The one the clerk said
he gave to you.

He must be mistaken.

No, he said
he gave a cablegram
earlier this afternoon

to Mrs. Reardon.

Pamela.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
She must...

Michael, Mrs. Fletcher,
I've just heard about
Miss Drake. It's dreadful.

Dreadful.
Anything I can do?
Yes.

You can give me some good news
about Dimitri and those
bloody kidnappers.

They finalized
the arrangements
20 minutes ago.

The exchange is set
for tomorrow, 1300 hours,

in the gardens
of the old palace.

Well, Mrs. Reardon,

all that remains is for us
is to get our hands
on that million pounds,

and Laddie Fairchild
is a free man.

Oh, Michael,
that's wonderful.

JESSICA:
I just hope there'll be
no more surprises.

Actually, Jessica,

there is
one more surprise.

Empty?

Come now, Jessica.
Where was I going to be
getting that kind of money?

Anyway,

I don't believe in buying off
bad guys any more
than Mrs. Thatcher does.

Start crumpling.

MICHAEL:
Not to worry, Jessica.

This phone call
will merely tell us
what we already know,

the time and place
of the meeting.

(SIGHS)

Meanwhile,
even as we speak,

my men
are positioning themselves
near the old palace,

to insure
we get Laddie out of there,
money or no money.

(RINGING)

Reardon.

What? Where?

I'm sorry,
that's unaccep...

Michael, what is it?

The buggers.

They pulled a switch on us.
They've moved the time up.

Now it's to take place
at the Roman Market
in 30 minutes.

Shouldn't you notify
your people?
No time.

We'll be lucky
if we can get there
in half an hour.

Roman Market, driver,
and step on it.

It's almost 4:00.

This is a ruddy test,
that's what it is.

(TIRES SCREECHING)
They're
checking us out.

Michael, look.

Dimitri, what are you
doing here?

The briefcase,
Mr. Reardon.

I demand to see
its contents now.

Where the hell
are Laddie Fairchild
and the kidnappers?

They should have been here
three hours ago.

Enough, Mr. Reardon.

I was foolish enough
to believe

you and your wife
could be trusted.

Clearly,
I was mistaken.

You have compromised me,
Mr. Reardon.

(SIRENS APPROACHING)
Just a damn minute, friend.
I want to know who...

DIMITRl: (TITTERING)
Sergeant Petrakis...

Mr. Popadopalous,
I suggest you say nothing

until you have an attorney
by your side.

An attorney?

Since when
is it illegal

to show one's friends
the wonders of his country?

We already have evidence
that you've been conspiring
with known criminals,

along with murder suspects
who travel
under false passports.

Look, there's
a simple explanation...

(SPEAKING IN GREEK)

An alert associate of mine

found this in a bookstore
near the police headquarters,

Mrs. Reardon.

(ORDERING IN GREEK)

But why didn't
the kidnappers show up?

And did they know
that there was no money
in the bag?

And were they watching us?
Because if they were,

and they saw
the police arrive,
Laddie Fairchild is...

Your passports.

I must tell you,
Mrs. Fletcher,

I'm extremely
disappointed

that such an otherwise
intelligent woman
would permit herself

to be involved with a man
who sheds identities
like a snake.

Now, just a minute...

I followed your movements
because I believe
you're implicated in murder.

And frankly,
I've heard nothing
to convince me otherwise.

Sergeant, I told you...
You told me nothing!

Mr. Popadopalous
told me nothing.

One thing has become
very clear, though.

There is a lot more
to this affair

than the death
of one woman.

Excuse me, Sergeant,
but are you going to
file charges?

Because if you are,
I would like to contact
the American Embassy.

It won't be necessary.

For the moment,

I have insufficient evidence
to hold either of you.

But I'm warning you.

When I get
to the bottom of this,

and I assure you
that I will,

I intend to see
that all of you
are prosecuted

to the fullest extent
of the Greek law.

And that's all you got?
All right. Thanks, boyo.

(SLAMS PHONE DOWN)
Damn.

That was London.

They've traced
the paper trail
for the past month,

and it looks
like we're on
to Pamela's killer,

but it's just not
conclusive.

Well, Jess, maybe
we were both wrong.

Anyway, I'd best
get myself in gear

if I want to get over
to the old quarter
before closing time.

Michael, I don't believe
that we are mistaken,

and I think I know
a way to prove it.

While you're trying
to free Laddie Fairchild,

let me put a plan
of my own into action.

MICHAEL: Right from the start,
my wife said no tricks.

I should have
listened to her.

One finds that difficult
to quarrel with, Mr. Reardon.

Now, I can get the money
first thing in the morning,

as soon as
the banks open.

But in the meantime,

Mrs. Reardon and I
are terrified that...

Well, that the kidnappers
might just go ahead and...

And kill
Mr. Fairchild.

A distinct possibility.

But why unburden yourself
to me?

That was my wife's idea.

She said, "Mr. Stuyvesant
may have a suggestion.

"He's a man
of great influence
and knowledge."

Mrs. Reardon
is a wise woman.

It is possible
I might be able to get a word
to the kidnappers.

Such a task, however,
would require great delicacy.

Oh, yes.
Yes, of course.

It would entail

the fullest use of the trust
I have cultivated
over the years.

And, naturally,
that service would cost
a great deal of money.

What is money
when the life of a loved one
hangs in the balance?

(VENDORS BECKONING IN GREEK)

Yes, and it's to be delivered
to Mr. Michael Reardon,

Hotel Grande Bretagne, Athens,

and at Suite 326.

Thank you.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Yes?

Stuyvesant. I have
valuable information.

Freeze, you bloody
bastards!

Mr. Reardon.

Laddie, boyo,
are you all right?

I am now, mate.

Sorry it took
so long.

If I'd known
the Dutchman's contacts
were that good,

I'd have been here
days ago.

There you are,
Mr. Baines.
Thank you, Niko.

I say, Niko,
you wouldn't happen to know

if Mr. And Mrs. Reardon
are in, would you?

They went out
a short time ago,
Mr. Baines.

Ah. Thank you.

Yes, hello. This is
Michael Reardon in 326.

Could you please
send the mail
up to my room?

Oh, wait a minute.
I'm going to be taking
a short nap

so just have the boy slip it
under the door, would you?

Thank you very much.

PETRAKIS: Kalo sithikis,
Mr. Baines.

Please place your hands
behind your head.

Excuse me? I think
you must be making
some kind of mistake.

Put your hands
behind your head now.

I'm placing you
under arrest

for the murder
of Pamela Drake.

BAINES: You're wrong.
All of you.

I was simply going to read
that cablegram

in order to pass
the information on
to Colonel Scofield.

That is my job,
after all.

Then why didn't you
report the contents
of the first cablegram?

First cable?
What first cable?
What are you talking about?

The one that arrived
yesterday, Mr. Baines.

You remember,
Harold.

It's the one that contained
the information I requested
from Whitehall,

linking you
to the kidnappers.

The one you
killed Pamela for.

This is insane.

She was murdered
by a jewel thief.

So you'd have us believe.

But she was murdered
for the cablegram.

You had to make sure
that what was in it
never got to me,

and certainly
not to Alec Scofield.

This is preposterous.
I've got nothing to hide.

No, in the case
of this cablegram,

you're quite correct,
Mr. Baines.

There's absolutely
nothing in it.

I talked to London
today, Baines.

The first cable
documented your travel
over the past four weeks,

and placed you
where you could have been
dealing with the kidnappers.

But there was
no clear evidence
against you.

There you are, Sergeant,
he admits it contains
no proof of anything.

But, Mr. Baines,
you tried to intercept
the second cable.

I explained that!

Not to my satisfaction.

(PHONE RINGING)

Petrakis.

Then there's the matter
of the gunrunners

that greeted me
in the Athens airport.

I managed to convince
one of them

to tell me how they knew
when I was arriving.

It seems
they had an informer,

who told them about
everyone's movements.

Laddie's, mine...

In any case, boyo,

not too many people knew
about my comings and goings.

Except you, of course.

(SPEAKING IN GREEK)

It was the scientific lab,
Mrs. Fletcher.

They checked the jacket.

You were correct.

Correct?
Correct about what?

Mr. Baines, you told us
that you had never
met Pamela Drake,

that you didn't know
who she was.

I didn't.
How could I?

But you had met her.

You struggled with her
when you killed her.

Remember when we were leaving
Mr. Popadopalous' house?

It must have been
around 10:00.

It didn't register
at the time.

I thought it was probably
cigarette ash,

but I noticed a smudge
on your dinner jacket.

Only later I realized
it had to have been
lipstick smudge,

that distinctive color
that Pamela Drake wore

when she arrived in Athens.

Mr. Baines,
the laboratory confirms this.

What do you have to say?

I knew
you suspected me,
Michael.

I could read it
in your eyes.

When you returned
from your confrontation
with those gunrunners,

I was downstairs
in the lobby.

Just as you were
getting into the elevator,

a delivery man arrived
with a cablegram
for Michael Reardon.

I knew its contents
concerned me.

I was about
to retrieve it, when...

(DINGING)

I'm Mrs. Reardon.
I believe my husband
has already checked in.

I watched as he gave her
the cablegram.

Thank you.

I was panicky.
I didn't know what to do next.

And then, a little later,
I saw you both leave
for Dimitri's party.

I thought, well,
maybe my luck had held.

Maybe the cable
hadn't been read.

So I let myself
into your suite.

Hey!

Who are you?

Get out. Now!

I really had no choice.

And after all, Michael,

that is
what they train us for,

isn't it?

It was jealousy,
plain and simple.

Baines had seniority,

but Laddie was about to
be made Station Chief

when Scofield retired.

Now, Baines set up Laddie
for the kidnapping,

knowing the Crown
would never negotiate
for his release.

A tragic situation.

WOMAN ON PA:
Attention, please.

Royal British flight 17
to London and New York

now boarding at Gate 4.

Well, that's my song
they're playing.

I wish that you were
coming back to London
with me.

I wish I was, too.

But I promised Cairo
I'll be there,
and be there I will.

Ladies and gentlemen,
may I have your attention?

Due to
mechanical difficulties,

Air Levant flight 3 to Cairo

will be delayed indefinitely.

(REPEATING IN FRENCH)

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