All language subtitles for Storm.Over.Lisbon.1944.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX].eng

But, my dear, Max,
what can you possibly do about it?

Do about it? Don't ask me.
The baron phoned me

not over ten minutes ago
and said to hurry over.

He's in the casino.
Very deep in the casino, I'm afraid.

As if I could get him
into see Deresco personally.

Did you hear that?

I told you,
this is the place for excitement.

Uh, well, who are they?

Oh, they're street singers.

They go around Lisbon
singing songs.

And when they're around
strange things happen.

- No...
- Yes!

Yesterday, they dragged
three bodies out of the Tagus

that were positively
identified as three gentlemen

who were seen gambling in Deresco's.

How wonderful!

Maude, it's just like
Monte Carlo!

Oh, better than Monte Carlo.

Monte Carlo never had
a Deresco. Such finesse!

I beg your pardon, madame.

He means you, madame.

Your reservations, please.

I am Mrs. Perry Teneyck.

And I am Mrs. Sanford Richards,

Chairman and Vice-Chairman

of the Bar Harbor Peace Movement.

Formerly the Bar Harbor Garden
and Dog Fanciers.

Mm-hmm.

This way to the Persian Room, please.

- Good evening, your excellencies.
- Good evening.

- I wonder...
- Yes?

I wonder if it might be possible
for us to speak with Deresco?

- Impossible, monsieur.
- We have come here

on the invitation
of the Baron Waleski.

The Baron has told me to ask you
to join him in the casino.

But we would like to speak
with Deresco first.

Monsieur, it is impossible.

All right.

There he is.
Who's with him?

Maybe?

No, it is not who you hoped to see.

If you would let me see Deresco,

I'm sure something
could be arranged.

You'd better talk it over
with me, baron,

but, uh, not here.

It won't be necessary
to talk it over with you.

You see, I am not here alone.
The consulate--

I hear the consulate is not
as powerful as it used to be.

Thank you.

Where are you going, my dear?

To powder my nose, darling.

But this is ruin!
There must be someone.

Deresco's is the name of the club.

And it's a corporation.

I can't talk to a corporation.

If your friends
will settle your debt, baron,

I'd advise you to leave
and forget about it.

- Forget about it?
- Yes.

- Very well, Mr...
- Blanco.

Mr. Blanco, what do we do now?

Escort these gentlemen
to the consulate.

You will receive a settlement.
Good evening.

- Good evening.
- Your coats, gentleman.

How exciting.

Is there anything wrong, ladies?

Huh?

What did he say?

Tell you later.

Mademoiselle?

I have an appointment
with Mr. Deresco.

My name is Maritza.

I'm sorry, mademoiselle.

But if someone else can help you...

Mademoiselle says she has
an appointment with Deresco.

Mr. Deresco has been waiting
for you, Mademoiselle Maritza.

- If you'll come with me.
- Thank you.

Mr. Deresco, you have misrepresented
what you sold to my government.

It is absolutely worthless.

My dear Oberfelder,

what do you propose
I do with the film?

What do you propose we do with it?
I purchase for my government

a motion picture of
an Allied magnesium plant.

It turns out to be
nothing of the sort.

That is unfortunate.

Then you will take it back?

A refund to my government
would be only decent.

Decent? What an amazing word
for a German to use.

Your government has been a
past master in the double deal.

You might be interested
to know that only yesterday

I had an appointment
with Yamantoto,

who is on his way back to Japan
about a similar proposition.

He was tremendously
interested in a film

of certain German fortification
sin the Canal Zone.

I will be fully paid,
Mr. Deresco,

for having failed in my mission
when I return to Germany.

But no matter what happens to me,

you will not live to commit any
more crimes against the Third Reich.

Thank you, Paul.

Maritza is here.

Send her in.

All right, Blanco.

- This way, please.
- Thank you.

Please be seated.

Your journey must have been
tiresome, I'm sure.

A bit of Sherry?

Oh, thank you.
I don't mind.

I would have immediately recognized
you anywhere from the description.

Description?

Yes. Our mutual friend
telephoned from Istanbul

and painted the most vivid
word portrait of you.

Oh, I see.

May your great success continue.

Thank you.

I knew about this letter when
you were halfway across the Pyrenees.

What else do you know?

Oh, simply what all Europe knows.

That you are Maritza, one of the
most gifted dancers in the world.

And then I have a bit
of private information.

That your legal name
is Maria Mozzerick.

That you were born in Bilton,
Czechoslovakia, February, 28, 1920.

That you're an orphan, single,
that you want to leave war-torn Europe

to continue your career
elsewhere. Correct?

There is some truth in it.
I do want to go to America.

So, you want passage out of Lisbon.

Yes, our friend told me you were
the only one who could arrange it.

I am greatly indebted to him.

Yes, I think I can
arrange passage for you.

It would be a pity
if a career such as yours

were to end prematurely because
a stupid war interferes with it.

But Clipper passage
cannot be arranged overnight.

There are priorities,
passport, visa formalities,

I might be able to get you
out next week,

but perhaps not for a few months.

I know how difficult it is.

I was in Budapest, six months.

Unable to dance.

Yes, but this is Lisbon,
you will be able to dance here.

Here?

At Deresco's.

It so happens that I am in
immediate need of a dancer.

I'm particularly interested
in offering

only the finest entertainment to
my guest sin the Persian Room.

It will be an excellent
arrangement for both of us.

I will have a great dancer,

you will be able to
continue your career.

Besides, I pay well.

I have no choice.

There will be a contract, of course?

Of course. With one specific
clause I must insist on.

You may not accept invitations from any
of the guests, nor speak with them.

And you will not leave the
restaurant unescorted.

I am sure our friend will
appreciate this protection.

I am sure he will.

Your engagement starts tonight.

I was just about to ring for you.

Yes, I know.

I want to draw a contract.

Oh, I beg your pardon,
but before you start to dictate...

- Yes.
- The Clipper arrives in 20 minutes.

Oh, yes. Blanco.

I want you to take my limousine,

call for Mr. Vanderlyn
at the airport,

escort him immediately to me.
Be careful, he has many enemies.

I'll leave now.

And now, I want to draw a contract.

Keep the motor running.

Pan-American Clipper from
New York and Bermuda, arriving 9:01.

Pan-American Clipper,
New York to Lisbon, on schedule.

Clipper arriving, 9:01,
Clipper arriving.

Clipper arriving, 9:01,
Clipper arriving.

You know, girls,
you're going to love Lisbon.

Where did you come from?

Where did I come from?
Where do you think?

The Clipper can't fly here
by itself, can it?

Oh, a wise guy.

Hey, Bill!

Well, lookee here, my best
friend and most severe critic.

Hey, what are you showing
your face around here for?

You're really sticking your neck out.

I want you to get me out of here
day after tomorrow, on the Clipper.

Why, sure, I'll shield you
from your public.

This oughta take care of it.

Yeah.

If I want you, where can
I find you, same place?

No, I had to move.

If you want to get in touch with me,
find our old friend, Murgatroyd.

Hey, what are you looking at?

Oh, look...

- Your hat and coat, monsieur?
- No, thank you.

I can't stay very long. I hope
Mr. Deresco understands, that.

He does. We'll go this way, please.

Imagine, there's Mr. Vanderlyn.

Didn't we hear him at that round
table discussion at the Hague?

Yes, but I thought the Hague
was very dull, didn't you?

I certainly did not!

Deresco said it was all right
for you to come up this way.

Why, is there anything
unusual about this elevator?

No, but no one uses it except Deresco
and the people he's sure of.

He's sure of you.

How do you do, Mr. Vanderlyn?

Thank you, Blanco.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

As you know,
my government sent me to you

regarding John Craig,
the imminent war correspondent.

This is the confirmation

of the verbal instructions,
I was asked to give to you.

Did your government
fully agree to my terms?

They've agreed,
it's, uh, in the letter.

It might simplify matters
if I told you something

about John Craig's background.

He was at the front in Burma,
as a war correspondent,

and later, after the death of...
a well-known Allied operative,

he was picked up near Fujisan
and taken to a prison camp in Burma,

where he later escaped.

We have every reason to believe
that he has in his possession,

such startling and
important information

that it could do our country
irreparable damage.

I see.

He is in Lisbon,
and your assignment is to find him.

Find him! How?

There are many people no win Lisbon.

Yes, this, uh...

This may be of help to you.

That photograph was taken
when the China Clipper

came into Shanghai,
with several Allied figures.

It is an interesting coincidence
that the young pilot...

standing there near Craig
is now on the Lisbon run.

I saw him with Craig
at the airport tonight.

You did?

When I looked again,
he had vanished.

However, that should give you
a pretty good idea what he looks like.

Of course, his, uh,
expression has changed,

but then in Shanghai,
Craig was not a hunted man.

In fact, he avoided his own people,

knowing that we were
looking for him

in every American embassy
and Allied consulate.

And this is a confirmation?

Yes.

I... think if you don't mind,
I shall run along now.

Oh, I must insist
on your staying awhile.

You've come a long way.

I've been accused of many things,

but never of being inhospitable.

I want to show you one of the
most picturesque view sin the world.

I'm sure you wouldn't
want to miss it.

No matter where
you've bee nor what you've seen.

The view from this tower
is my one and only vanity.

You see, I always wanted a house

of a 1,000 rooms,
and a 1,000 wonders,

built on the highest point

so that I could overlook Lisbon
and the River Tagus.

I wanted it built withit's
foundation sunk in rock,

and the rock sunk in water.

And here it is.
You will agree with me

it is one of the most
exciting views in the world.

Don't you want to look down?

What a pity for a man
of your profession

to suffer from a fear of height.

Not at all, Mr. Deresco.

In a career such as mine there has
never been room for fear of any kind.

Be rather late in life for me
to start cultivating fear.

There are only two ways
out of Deresco's.

One is the way you came in,
Mr. Vanderlyn.

It wouldn't be difficult for
me to figure, Mr. Deresco,

that you have been
asked to dispose of me.

Hasn't it occurred to you,
that my death has been asked for

because I, as well as Craig,

might know what
the secret information is?

Oh, of course,
I realize that I have become

too well known to be effective
in my work any longer.

Naturally, I would be, because
I was close enough to the Allied side

to know some things
that my government does not.

You might say that I was wise
enough, when I came here,

to have a way out of Deresco's
which would be my own way.

In other words,
you mean it would be

unwise of me to end
our discussion prematurely.

From your point of view
as well as mine, Mr. Deresco.

And, uh, now, if you don't mind,

it's been a long journey,
I'm rather tired.

Yes, it is rather late.

Well, perhaps, tomorrow
when you will be rested.

Perhaps.

I hope you will like your rooms.

Oh, no, I had my luggage
sent to the Imperial.

I trust you will enjoy
your stay at Deresco's.

Goodnight, Mr. Vanderlyn.

Goodnight.

- Reservations?
- Yes, Flanagan.

- Oh, yes, Captain Flanagan.
- That's right.

How many in your party?

- Just one.
- This way, please.

Wait a minute.
It could be two.

I understand.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

Thank you.

- Isn't he a fine young man?
- Oh, he's charming.

Maritza is going on.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Deresco is honored to present,

for the first time in Lisbon,

a new star for his International
Persian Room Revue.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the famous and lovely, Maritza.

Come in.

Who is it?

Who is it? Mr. Deresco?

Uh, yes.

In a moment, please.

Maritza.

Just a moment, Mr. Deresco!

Hello.

Good evening.
My name is Deresco.

And mine's Flanagan, Bill Flanagan.

I didn't know you were
expecting company, my dear.

Nor did I.

Don't you think
that this is rather--

Well, you see,
her dancing is so wonderful

you can't blame a fellow for
wanting to meet her and tell her so.

And perhaps, ask her to join
him somewhere after the show?

Well, I hadn't hoped for anything
like that, but it's a swell idea.

- I'm very sorry, I can't.
- Oh.

But, uh, Maritza,
in the case of this American flyer,

who pilots the Clipper
between Lisbon and New York,

I think you should be persuaded
to make an exception to you rule.

Well, let's go.

Thanks, fella.

I want you to leave immediately,

and none of your
customary impatience.

But if he slips out of our hands?

Don't forget, this is big business,

and in big business, one has
to wait for the right moment.

Very well, sir.

Two more glasses
of pink champagne.

You know, Maritza,
a fellow gets lonesome.

I think about it sometimes up
there at 10,000 feet,

no ceiling,
and the fog rolling beneath me.

Hey, make with
the sweet and low, bud.

I think about one night,
I'm in New Delhi.

Then I think about another night,
I'm in a rickshaw in Shanghai.

And then I get to thinking
how it feels to be

all by yourself on a Sunday afternoon,
down there in Cape Town.

Ah, I guess I'll go on like that.

A guy sure gets lonesome.

- Hey, waiter. Waiter!
- What's the matter?

Hey, who do you have to know
to get some service around here?

- Why, I just bring here.
- Oh, what do you mean?

Do you mind if I have
a glass of champagne?

Another glass of pink champagne.

Take this bottle of red ink
over to Mr. Bill Flanagan,

and see that he gets a whole
loaf of Italian bread with it.

But he ordered pink champagne.

He will drink the red ink
and be lovin' it.

And a whole loaf of Italian
bread for Mr. Bill Flanagan.

Say, how you know his name?

I don't know even your name,
you just come here last week.

I only look like an Irish
bartender named Murgatroyd.

I have come to blow up Lisbon.

Oh, what a beam
we could be on, Maritza.

For Mr. Bill Flanagan.

Hey, what's this? I ordered...

Murgatroyd, I almost forgot,
the international bartender.

You've got to meet him.

Murgatroyd, me lad.

I'm glad to see you me boy.

Maritza, this is Murgatroyd.

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

Every night, whenever him
and his friend was in Shanghai

they came to the Flowering Plumb.

No matter where they was they always
wound up at the Flowering Plumb,

out of courtesy to me so I could see
what was with them and pass on it.

I would, uh,
place you in the top ten.

Thank you.

On second thought,
in the top five.

You know, it was a fine thing
to watch him and his friend work.

He could be anywhere.

He could even be
down at the beach,

in a place like Estoril.

He could even be in an
old wine-cellar for all we know.

- Couldn't he?
- Sure, he could be in Estoril,

he could be in a wine-cellar,
he could...

Oh, Maritza...

Will you be a regular Joe?

I mean, a real lovely
and wait here for me,

I'll be right back.

Wait here for you?

I'm afraid not, Mr. Flanagan.

Oh, Maritza,
you don't understand.

I understand.

Murgatroyd will keep you company.

I would be charming.

I'm sure of it.

But it still would be possible
for me to keep

a very interesting engagement
at Deresco's.

Oh, no, Maritza,
I couldn't let you do that.

I'm going to have
to save you from yourself.

Uh, uh, waiter.

- Waiter! Come here.
- All right, all right.

What's the matter, Mr. Flanagan?

Look, bub,
I want a flock of spaghetti,

a bunch of antipasto
and some lobster diavolo.

Hey, wait a minute...
and wrap these up.

- Get moving, will you?
- All right, all right.

Estoril is beautiful!

You'd make Brooklyn beautiful.

Bill, please tell me something.

I'd tell you anything.

Well, Murgatroyd said
I was in the top five.

At the very top.

Bill, please tell me
about the other four.

The other four?
Well, there was Angela.

She was about five foot
two, she had blue eyes,

dark hair, she always wore red.

- I love red don't you?
- Mm-hm.

Then there was Corinne.

She came up to about here on me.

She was a taffy-colored blond,

she used a perfume called Moonstruck.

She was a chain smoker, but
she made the best curry in Calcutta.

Oh, and then there was Dolores.
Maritza--

Oh, you were going to explain

why you are bringing a bottle
of wine to a wine-cellar.

Well, there's...
there's no wine there anymore.

You see, uh...
this is for Old John.

- Old John?
- Yeah.

What did he do?
Drink all the wine?

No, no.
He's just taking care of the place.

You see, uh,
Old Johnis sort of a caretaker.

Oh...

Let me help you.

No, no thanks.

You see Old John is so old

that the least
little bit of excitement,

his pump is liable
to conk out like that.

Hey! Hey, don't shoot!

It's me, Flanagan!

For the love of Mike!

Hey, what's the idea?
First you leave me a lot of messages,

then you try and kill me.
What gives?

Here.

Murgatroyd gave me the idea
you might be needing food.

Murgatroyd was right.
I was in hopes you'd show up.

Nice cozy place, back there.

Oh, that reminds me,

I've got your passage
on the Clipper for ya!

Oh, thanks for getting it.

Say, anybody know you came out here?

No.

- Nobody, outside of Murgatroyd?
- Mm-mm.

About a half hour ago,
I thought I heard prowlers.

No, there's nobody, just the
Portuguese guy that drove me out here.

And a sort of a girl.

A sort of a girl.

Yeah, but don't worry
I didn't give away your hide-out.

- No.
- No.

I see you didn't.

Maritza, I want you to meet my best
buddy, pal, and boyhood companion.

Hello.

I hope you'll forgive me,
but I was afraid,

sitting out there alone
in the dark.

I'm sure Old John
will understand.

Old John?

Yes, well...
well, goodbye Old John.

Old John...

Your instructions
are perfectly clear?

Perfectly. You must have
conclusive proof that Deresco,

owner of the house of Deresco,
has been engaged in crimes,

more serious than running
a gambling casino.

Much more serious.

We have reasons
to believe that Deresco's

is a clearing house
for espionage,

as such, it's being watched and
frowned upon by the Allied government.

Portugal is determined
to clear it out.

Deresco has destroyed,
in one way or another,

others who have tried
what you are trying.

If you wish to change
your mind, it isn't too late.

I do not wish to change my mind.
I welcome the opportunity.

Naturally, you will have
every protection.

Nino and the street singer swill
afford you with that protection.

But it was our understanding the
Prince of Monaco would have passage.

He's been on the
waiting list for months.

You don't happen to know
who has the priority?

Oh, I see.

Well, thank you for your courtesy.

Nothing of the kind.

Yes?

The space on the Clipper for
tomorrow night has been cancelled.

Cancelled!
Who has the priority?

Naturally, I asked. Naturally,
I received no answer.

It couldn't be John Craig?

What would I do without you?

I've often wondered myself.

But if he's leaving tomorrow night,

I'd better go down to the wine cellar
and do it in a hurry.

I don't want anything done in a hurry.

If Craig has until tomorrow night
to make the Clipper,

I want him here until then.

And alive. Understand?

Yes, sir.

- You wanted to see me?
- Yes.

I have a fitting at 11.

Escorted, of course.

That will have to wait.

Evelyn, please cancel Mademoiselle
Maritza’s appointment at Darnell's.

- Yes.
- Thank you.

If I am to dance here,
I will need new costumes.

Especially if it is to be
an extended engagement.

Perhaps not as extended
as you may expect.

What would you say if I could arrange
your Clipper passage for tomorrow night?

Tomorrow night!
But, uh...

But what?

But I can't believe it.
It seems incredible.

How are you going to do it?

It will depend on you.
It would involve a cancellation.

- Oh.
- A sudden cancellation.

I hope you understand that I wouldn't
part so readily with Maritza the dancer,

if it weren't for the fact
that you could be

of greater value to meas
Maria Mazzerick, the woman.

Yes, but how?

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

You went last night
with Captain Flanagan

to a deserted vineyard in Estoril.

There you met a gentleman,
a Mr. Craig, a friend of Flanagan.

You must have gathered
that this Mr. Craig had not chosen

a wine cellar for
his comfort or his health.

That would be rather odd,
wouldn't it?

I think it would be much healthier
for Mr. Craig if he would stay here,

at Deresco's,
instead of in a damp cellar.

I would like to think that both
of us have his interest at heart.

You see, I could arrange
your Clipper passage

for tomorrow night
in place of Craig's.

You want to continue
your career elsewhere, don't you?

Oh, that would be
wonderful, Mr. Deresco.

Well, to further your ambition,

you wouldn't object
to administering a drug?

Which would guarantee
your place on the Clipper?

- Hello.
- Hello.

- I hope you don't mind.
- Mind?

I happened to be riding
along the beach and, uh--

Riding?

Mm-hm.

You weren't just riding by.

No?

Well, you may as well tell me.

It's about, uh, Bill.

Yeah?

It is about Bill.

Well, what about him?

I met Bill, last night.
I dance at Deresco's.

He asked me to go out.
I don't know how to explain it.

I don't know what to think.
He's so sure of himself.

He always is.

My dear Maritza,
why don't you stick to your dancing?

What do you mean?

It's all very touching,
a charming little entertainer

asking advice about a
big lug of a Clipper pilot.

My dear Maritza, I saw you dance
at the Cafe de Parisand...

various other places.

Unfortunately,
your reputation preceded you.

A guy like Bill Flanagan
couldn’t mean anything to you.

What a temper.

It's obvious that I haven't
any business here,

nor do I want any company.

It wouldn't be hard
for you to figure out

that I didn't want anybody
to know where I was, would it?

Not at all.

Has it occurred to you
that I don't want anyone

to know where I am?

- No.
- Especially today.

There are many people
in Lisbon, for many reasons.

Now that I am here, there
isn’t very much you can do about it.

Is there?

I guess not.

We were talking about Bill Flanagan.
He's a swell guy.

I'm sure he is.

He's a grand guy,
he's one of my best friends.

I'd better be going.
It's late.

It looks like a storm.

Would you care to stay for dinner?
I'm a good cook.

Oh, wonderful!

Fine, I...
I'll find shelter for the horse.

Would you like to
have me show you around?

No, thank you.

It's a very interesting place.

It used to belong
to an order of friars,

secret formulas and
all that sort of thing.

They made a kind of a wine
that I never heard of before.

Nepenthe.

Yes, strange that a religious order

should name a wine
after a pagan belief.

See, the ancients used to
believe it was a magic drug,

and if you drank enough of it,

it would make you forget things
you didn't want to think about.

That's why they called it Nepenthe.

Hm. Not a bad idea at that.

I could use a little myself.

I don't know how
you've be enable to stand all this.

You must have a very good reason.

I have.
Well, let's drink up.

To forgetfulness.

To forgetfulness.

You didn't 's pose I was going
to drink this did you?

Under the circumstances,
there isn't any reason

why I should trust you
or anybody else, is there?

No, there isn't.

But you're perfectly safe.

If you don't believe me...

I thought you were going to sample the
wine, to prove that it was all right.

It isn't necessary.
You don't believe me.

I... I can't stay any longer.

Wait a minute!

There was nothing in your glass.

I was told to put it there,

but I don't always
do what I am told.

I know enough about you, Craig,

not to want anything
to happen to you.

I think I know what you're doing
in Lisbon, and I wanted to help.

You haven't given me
a chance to tell you that I...

really came here to...
to warn you.

Craig, you've got to be careful.
Deresco is going to...

Listen, this is John Craig.
I've been asleep, where am I?

All right, then, what time is it?

What day is it?

Neat little job, they did.

Well, come right in.

Ah, Deresco asked me
to tell you to expect him.

Deresco?

Yes.

Oh.

This is nothing but an
upholstered prison camp.

I'm used to prison camps,
I got out of one once.

But I don't think
you will succeed again.

No?

You see, in camp
you were one of many.

Here at Deresco's, you are
the one and only special guest.

And I will give you
my personal attention,

becoming to a man
of your importance.

Just as I did last night
to your cellar.

I suppose you turned
everything upside down.

I did.

- But you didn't find anything.
- Mm-mm.

That's why you're standing there,
and I'm sitting here.

Correct.

I still need some information from you.

Look, Deresco,
I've been haunted and chased

and it's taken a lot out of me,

but what makes you think
I want to turn traitor now?

There is nothing further
from my mind.

What you don't seem to
understand is that I have

absolutely nothing against
your government.

I am perfectly willing to sell,

what you've been clever enough
to discover, at my price.

What do you think?

I think you would sell to
the highest bidder at that.

Correct.

It's only a matter of hours
before the Clipper leaves.

It's impossible
to make a deal now.

That's a minor detail.

If you insist on dealing
directly with Washington,

you may rest assured, that there will be
an associate of mine in the vicinity

to help you close the deal.

You mean if I'm lucky enough
to get out of Lisbon.

I might not be able to contact
official Washington alive,

unless I do it your way.

Is that right?

- Correct.
- That's what I thought.

But before you go into business,
you gotta have something to sell.

And right now, Mr. Deresco,
you haven't anything to sell.

Not right now.

Blanco!

Mr. Craig is my guest,

I want you to show him
every courtesy.

Feel free to come and go
as you wish.

What are you supposed
to be around here?

A poor man's Deresco,

or vice president in
charge of dirty work?

Oh, I find it interesting.

Killers bore me,
I've seen too many of them.

I may be your last one.

Hm, that's a pleasant thought.

Would you mind if I get some air,

or would you like to join me?

Go ahead.

Thank you.

And if I refuse to?

You can't.You've signed a contract.

Deresco says you dance tonight.

It wouldn't look well for the
house if you didn't appear,

and naturally, Deresco is anxious
to keep up appearances.

You tell Deresco for me that
I know my position perfectly.

But it won't be to his advantage
to treat me as a prisoner.

I don't know.

Why are you different
from anyone else?

Craig.

You look very well behind bars.

Craig, I've been
so worried about you.

- Are you all right?
- Oh, fine. Thanks to you.

I tried to tell you, to warn you.

Did ya? It's a nice job your compatriots
did of needling me to sleep.

But I'm as much a prisoner as...
as you are.

Sure, sure...

Craig, please listen to me.

I was just coming in.

Mind showing me around?

Yes, if you wish.

I should like to go down stairs.

Yes, Mr. Vanderlyn.

If you're plunged into hopeless debt,

Deresco gives you the key
to his secret tower.

Enchanting, isn't it?

I suppose this little tour

includes the view from the tower.

What tower?

No more bets.

Number ten, black.

That's me.

Cash 'em in.

Bored so soon?

No, only with you.

Well, can't take it with you.

That's right.
Here today, gone tomorrow.

Place your bets.

I don't know how Derescomanages
to show a profit.

Does everybody in
the place work for him?

Wouldn't that be impractical?

Gentlemen.

Not much difference from the
prison camp at Burma, is it Mr. Craig?

Practically the same thing.

If you leave here,
which of course you won't,

wouldn't it be just the same

as when they picked
you up near Fujisan?

Maybe. If you're through playing
20 Questions with me, it's my turn.

What's your racket?

Well... looks like we're both losing.

Straight bourbon.

- Yes, sir.
- I'll pour it myself.

Water.

Scotch and soda.

Say, Blanco,
why don't you call off your dogs?

Can't you handle me yourself?

Sorry. We don't mean
to make you uncomfortable.

You see, nothing's happened after all.
Even they went home in disgust.

Come, Agatha, there's still the
smugglers' den down on the waterfront.

But, Maude, if nothing happens
at Deresco's, where will it?

We've traveled 5,000 miles and
now is not the time to give up.

Oh, come on. I've listened
to you long enough.

Oh, oh, darling.
He's here again.

See, I... I told you.

Anything wrong,
Mr. Craig?

No, everything's all right.

I'll be right with you,
Mr. Craig.

I'm sure you will.

Hey, have you got a steel vest
I could try on around here?

Did anybody ever hit you?

- There you are. I brought my own.
- Just you and me alone.

No, no, monsieur.

Yeah, that's what I said.
I brought my own.

I'll shoot two bucks.

Don't do it, they're loaded.

- Hey...
- They're always loaded.

You're in the cellar.

Sure, I'm in the cellar
and it still leaks.

- Act drunk.
- That's a good idea.

Act like a pest.

Look, if I don't
get on the Clipper,

I want you to take something
to G-two in Washington.

G-two Washington, take what?

It's in the cellar
at Estoril, a candle.

Well, that's fine.
Whereabouts in the cellar, is it?

There's a candle holder, two of 'em
are all right, but one of 'em...

- Yeah?
- Now, listen carefully. One of 'em...

- Yeah?
- Uh-oh.

Act drunk.

Now, look...

I'm your pal.

What's more important,
a pal or a dame?

- Oh, get away from me.
- Now, wait a minute.

Oh, so you won't get out, huh?

I forgot to tell you, Mr. Craig,
my name is Vanderlyn.

Means nothing to me.

And yet we have traveled
identical courses

and arrived
at the same destination.

We should, uh, join forces.

Deresco tried to join forces
with me just a little while ago,

but it didn't work, Mr. Vanderlyn.

You see, I still believe
in an old bromide,

"He travels fastest,
who et cetera, et cetera..."

Quite so, but you are in danger.

So are you.

Who are you tryin' to kid?

You're a very scared man,
a very scared little man.

Not any more, Mr. Craig.
You see, I know where your secret is.

Below in the casino,

I rather enjoyed the fight
you had with your friend.

It may work, but that's the oldest
trickin the world, Mr. Craig.

It is? Well, if you think
I had any luck

driving anything through
that thick skull of Bill Flanagan's,

you don't know Flanagan.

He's a good guy, but slow study.

No, I wish you were right,
Mr. Vanderlyn,

because if you were,
I could wait here, relax

and not have a thing
to worry about.

Well, goodnight.

But, uh, you see,
I know what your secret is.

What are you going to do about it?

Use the information
to buy back my life.

Do business with Deresco.

Well, goodnight, Mr. Vanderlyn.

Craig, I'm so sorry.

If only Bill could have helped you.

Helped me? How could he help me?

Listen, Maritza, I...

Well, if the guy had
any brains in the first place,

he wouldn't have
bothered with you.

Craig, please listen to me.

What are you worrying about?

Your life isn't in danger.

I wouldn't care if it were.

If you would try to understand.
Don't you see?

The time is too short for
you to have any doubts.

You must trust me.
Please, for your own sake.

And just locking your
precious little bar won't stop me.

I'll stop you.

There'll be no more drinking tonight,
we have work to do.

Oh, yes, so much
unfinished business:

Craig, Vanderlyn,
your little Maritza.

The kind of work I do best
when I'm not quite sober.

You understand that, of course.

That's why there are so many
drinks on the house.

So many drinks on Deresco.

Evelyn, give me that glass.
You've had enough!

Oh, no, no, not yet.

Enough is when Deresco begins
to look exciting and romantic.

Enough is when I forget I can never
leave here, no matter how hard I try.

Enough is when
you seem clever and powerful

and I don't remember you just as the
man who cheats, steals and murders.

Oh, excuse me.

Come right in, Mr. Vanderlyn.

They say that a river
is very cold, Mr. Vanderlyn,

but you don't even feel the water.

Your heart stops
before you get that far.

I thought I better
bring him up here.

He was out on the balcony
talking to Craig.

- He was saying--
- It wasn't necessary for me

to come up here
under surveillance.

I wanted to see you.

And what was it you wanted
to see me about, Mr. Vanderlyn?

I know what Mr. Craig's
information is.

Really?

It's a film.

It wasn't very difficult
to draw the conclusion

that whatever Craig's
information may be,

he needed proof,
concrete, visual proof

and what could be
more visual than film?

I not only know what it is,
I know where it is.

And I can send for it
at any given moment.

Wouldn't you like to know how?

So, you see, Mr. Deresco,

I did not come here defenseless
and unprepared after all.

A certain movement of this blind

will serve as a signal
for my confederates.

Your confederates?

Yes.
Wouldn't you like me

to demonstrate how my plan works?

How very little time it
would take to set me free.

Yes, go ahead.

What's the matter?

I must see Deresco and
he won't answer the phone.

I'll take you to Deresco. Follow me.

I'm afraid you've overplayed
your hand, Mr. Vanderlyn.

I've received certain orders
from your government concerning you,

and I must execute these orders,

even though you might
have told me the truth.

But you haven't
told me the truth.

Yes, I lied.

I was afraid,
I have no information.

I have no confederates.
I have only my life.

I don't know why,
but I still want that.

Please, please...

Blanco, come here immediately.

Is Deresco supposed to be here?

No, my dear, but you will find him.

Just press that button.

Take care of him.

It was very nice of you
to keep Vanderlyn company.

I think you ought to
keep him company all the way.

This may not be Deresco's method

but for once it will have to be mine.

After all, you were very anxious
to leave Lisbon in a hurry,

weren't you, mademoiselle?

If I were you, Blanco,

I wouldn't do anything
without Deresco's approval.

Deresco will agree with me that
you have worn out your welcome.

Blanco!

How unfortunate...

She was in the elevator
with Vanderlyn.

Now, there are two
to take care of.

Complaining, Blanco?

Not at all.

Life has been
very uneventful lately.

On second thought,

I shall pay mademoiselle’s
future my personal attention.

All right, Blanco. Go ahead.

It will all be over in a minute.

It's unfortunate you have
to witness this incident.

Blanco.

I'm afraid it cannot be avoided.

After all, Mr. Deresco,
you had planned

on my appearing tonight
in the Persian Room.

My absence would be noticed.

Your guests
would be disappointed.

Minor detail.

Perhaps a minor detail
in the Persian Room,

but have you forgotten
my letter of introduction?

Equally minor.

Do you think our mutual friend

wrote that letter
of his own accord?

Someone whose acquaintance
you have yet to make,

is very interested
in the House of Deresco.

It may be necessary
for you to go into partnership.

I have merely been
the advance agent.

You might call me
the connecting link.

I'm afraid Mr. Deresco won’t need
you any longer, Blanco.

Not for the time being.

I never did believe in partnerships.

We should stick to
our original contract, Deresco.

It will be better for both of us.

If Craig dies, I will become
an accessory before the fact.

It would be better for me to leave
Lisbon in his place on the Clipper,

and safer for you
once I'm out of the country.

And what about
your feeling toward Craig?

It would be foolish of me
to have any feeling at present.

After all, perhaps they would miss you
in the Persian Room tonight.

The Clipper leaves in an hour and a half.
He's had time enough.

Time for me to show him
his way out, isn't it?

- He's in here?
- Yes, sir.

- Tried to leave?
- No, sir.

Well, I hope for his own good
he’s made up his mind.

And if he hasn't?

Trouble with you, Blanco,
is you're very impatient.

Everything in it's own good time.

I thought you said
he was in here.

Six international tycoons
just came in.

Do you think six of them
could finance one of these?

Let's wait until they
come out of the casino.

Hello.

Hello.

Say, I know a little place
down the street

where we could have
a few laughs, all right?

Lovely!

Well, let's get out
of this fire trap.

I think you'd better
go back, Mr. Craig.

Haven't you forgotten something?

Well, it was a nice idea anyway,
wasn't it, girls?

But where do we
get in touch with you?

Where I'm going isn't in
the Lisbon phone book.

Well, I never!

Been more insulted in all my life!
Come, Agatha.

Your check, sir.

Forget it, it was last year's anyway.

Your coffee, sir.

Hey, I didn't order this.

Tonight, ladies and gentlemen,

Deresco regretfully presents,
the final appearance of Maritza.

For immediately following her performance
tonight, Maritza is leaving Lisbon.

It was Evelyn's idea.

Just where am I following you?

There are three ways
out of Deresco's:

The street entrance,
the tower and the sub cellar.

You'll make the Clipper
in plenty of time.

- I never thought I would.
- You will now.

Not without someone to see me
off and wish me luck,

and not before we make one stop.

Let's get out of here.

Follow me.

Wait here.

Deresco wasn't kidding.

He really turned
this place upside down.

Very depressing in here, isn't it?

Very!

I see the young lady
is in her way as loyal to you,

as this young lady is to me.

My dear, Maritza, it is very foolish
for one woman to ever trust another.

I'm disappointed in you, Craig.

For the first three months
after your escape from Burma,

your flight was successful because you never
were where anyone expected you to be.

But now you seemed to have lost your
talent for doing the unpredictable.

After I let Maritza
and you escape,

it wasn't very difficult to guess
that you'd come back here.

Now where did you hide it?

In one of those vats.

In which one?

It's hard to tell which is which.

My instructions from
the Japanese government

are not to let you
leave Lisbon alive.

If you prefer to die,
quickly and painlessly,

be kind enough
to find the information.

You see, Mr. Craig, I've never
failed in an assignment yet.

Please, let me go a minute.

Well, that's out of my system.

Deresco, regardless of what you,
the high command,

or the Japanese government do,
you'll never find out what’s in this.

It was entrusted to me by a
friend who lost his life in China

trying to get it out of there.

He didn't know what was
in it and I don't know.

And the only ones that'll ever
know are G-Two in Washington.

Clipper Pilot Flanagan,
report to operations.

Clipper Pilot Flanagan,
report to operations.

Clipper Pilot Bill Flanagan,
report immediately to operations.

Clipper Pilot Bill Flanagan,
report immediately to operations.

Not many more minutes left.

Leave it to Flanagan to be late.

And you'll take it back with you.

And when you do,
it will mean so much to your country...

to my country,
to the people here in Portugal,

working for the peace
of the world.

Well, I've done what I could.

Where have you been?

Where have I been?
Where have you been?

I get back to Deresco's
with the American Consul,

17 policemen, Murgatroyd, and--

One good woman in a pinch

is worth10,000 muscle-bound pilots.

Flanagan, did you know
this little lady

is the pride of the secret service?

- No...
- Yeah.

Well, I gotta go.
After all, my good fellow,

who's going to fly
you back to America if I'm not?

Oh, Maritza, if you're
not going to sit on his lap,

I can use an assistant navigator.

I'm sorry, Bill,
I can't make it this trip.

Well, don't worry. I'll be back.

It's gonna be awful lonesome
up there at 10,000 feet.

Well, that's what Bill says.

I haven't any words of my own now.

People who live dangerously
must do it alone.

Maybe someday we won't have
to live dangerously anymore.

Maybe... some day.

Clipper passengers
embark immediately.

Clipper passengers
embark immediately.

Pan-American Clipper leaving
for Bermuda and New York.

Pan-American Clipper leaving
for Bermuda and New York.