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They have put a price of 50,000 guilders on your head.

You've got to get out of Holland at once.

You will got to Lisbon first where you will report to Quintanilla.

Quintanilla? ─ Yes.

You must be in Lisbon within ten days.

Good luck, Van Der Lyn. ─ Thank you.

"I travelled by night."

"Through woods and across rivers."

"By foot and by wagon and smuggled into freight cars."

"Across the Spanish border to Madrid."

"Then to the last open port on the continent .. Lisbon."

"Lisbon, the gateway to freedom."

"But as I approached Lisbon that night so many months ago."

"I could think only of the simple things."

"About which I had dreamed so long."

"Bright lights and soft music."

"Good food and old wine."

"Perhaps even .. romance."

[ Tannoy: ] "Attention. Attention."

"Flight 11 arriving from Madrid."

"Company - Iberia."

"All passengers will come through gate 6 for customs and immigration control."

Gustav Kruger. Swedish.

Charles Borchat. Swiss.

Rico Morez. Spanish.

Someone is in for a surprise. That's Pereira.

Pereira? ─ Police.

Richard Benson, English. Otto Lutzke, German. And this Vincent Van Der Lyn.

That's the entire list, Captain.

I assume you'll want to check Lutzke's papers?

At the moment, I'm most interested in this Van Der Lyn.

Look mummy. Lights, lights.

He's never seen city lights before.

He was so little when war broke out.

This way Senors and Senora's.

Warsaw used to be like this. ─ I remember Prague.

In Brussels you could read the newspaper at night.

"All passengers from Madrid."

"Your baggage will be inspected at the customs desk inside the building."

"Flight 11 from Madrid."

"Have your passports ready for immigration inspection."

Otto Lutzke.

This is your 14th visit, Senor. You know the regulations regarding aliens.

Portugal is neutral. ─ In spite of the British in the Azores?

And the Cape Verde islands. In spite of that too, Herr Lutzke.

Such neutrality is one-sided, Captain Pereira. Your sympathies ..

My sympathies do not affect the way in which I perform my duties, Herr Lutzke.

Next.

Vincent Van Der Lyn.

I am sure you will remember that when you examine this next gentleman.

Your name? ─ Vincent Van Der Lyn.

Nationality? ─ Dutch.

This is not a Dutch passport.

No, I was in France when .. ─ I merely comment.

I ask no explanation. Your occupation?

Engineer. ─ Not school teacher?

Why yes, I taught school in Holland.

But that was .. ─ You have business in Portugal?

None. I am leaving for England tomorrow night.

Your Portuguese visa is good for only 36 hours.

If you stay longer it will be very awkward.

I got my visa for England in Madrid.

My friends here made reservations on your plane ..

I notice there are no stamps in your passport from the German border control.

Well, you see the day I crossed the Spanish border ..

I merely comment.

The Portuguese visa is in order.

My only concern. ─ Thank you.

I wish to remind you Van Der Lyn, that Portugal is a neutral country.

We deplore certain types of activity here.

And our police are very strict.

Thanks again.

Next.

Your exit pass, please.

Thank you. ─ Will you check this for me?

I'll wait here.

Exit pass please.

Sorry.

Here you are. ─ Thank you.

Yes, Excellence.

I want to report one passenger.

He boarded a plane at Madrid.

I got a look at his passport. It's a French passport.

But he has a Dutch name.

I couldn't learn any more.

I tried to draw him out in conversation, but he cut me off, even insulted me.

Insulted you?

Well Lutzke, your face is not exactly soothing, nor your manner.

Why do you annoy me with such nonsense at this hour?

But Excellence, the passport.

I looked carefully. It was not stamped by our border control with France.

He must have stolen across to Spain.

What's the name on that passport?

Vincent.

Van Der Lyn.

Alright, Lutzke.

Keep an eye on this man. I want to know where he goes tonight.

Don't alarm him. Don't be crude.

Above all, I want to know who this Van Der Lyn really is.

Souvenirs.

Souvenirs.

Do you know a good pawnshop?

There are no good pawnshops, my friend.

A pawnshop is the graveyard of dead hopes.

Still, you can direct me.

Go to the Café Imperial.

There you will be contacted.

Taxi!

This way, Monsieur.

But Stefan, this is madness. You can't stow away on a small English boat.

I'll take any risk that will get me out of this place.

Can I have butter? As much butter as I want?

Certainly, sir. What else?

Don't rush me please.

I want white bread. Lots of butter.

Steak, that thick. Medium rare.

Sauce Béarnaise, Lyonnaise potatoes. Green salad.

Do you have any Holland cheese?

Yes, Senor. Edam and gouda.

The Germans sell us lots of it. ─ Then I won't have it.

And for dessert ..

Crêpes Suzette made with good Dutch Curaçao.

And coffee .. real coffee.

That will be all, Senor?

I've been planning this dinner for three years.

Cognac.

River Casa number 29. Use this card. He will have one just like it.

[ Gunshot! ]

Seven point 63, Luger.

They shot Duvalier.

Follow me.

Will you be kind enough to order me some sherry?

I shall be delighted, madame.

Two sherries, please. ─ Yes, Senor.

And, what will you have for dinner?

Dinner?

When a charming lady invites herself for a drink, I assume she wants dinner too.

I suppose I owe you an explanation.

Oh, some things are much better without an explanation.

I sat down because .. ─ Yes?

I thought I recognised you.

Didn't we meet in Paris?

No.

Copenhagen of course. ─ I've never been in Copenhagen.

You are making it very difficult. ─ I warned you.

Some things are much better without explanations.

Cigarette? ─ No thank you.

Well, let's start all over. ─ This time I'll help you.

You sit down. You don't know me.

You should say: "why darling".

Look puzzled.

But I'm very glad you sat down.

And I say: "unfortunately, madam".

My name is not "darling". It is "Vincent".

It is Vincent.

Now you are embarrassed. So you say:

"I am terribly sorry, but I thought you were someone I met in Bombay".

I have never been in Bombay.

Now you are making it difficult.

You drink, Irene?

How did you know my name?

Your handkerchief.

You are very clever.

You are very nervous.

To you.

And to no explanations.

You don't trust me.

Let's just say I'm delighted by your company and enchanted by your beauty.

And extremely curious to know who you are and why you sat down at my table.

Some things are much better without explanations.

Touché.

I'm told Lisbon is a strange city, a city of echoes and shadows.

A hundred eyes watch your every move.

That sounds like a warning.

It is.

You are taking chances rather quickly. ─ Don't you?

All the time. ─ And ..?

What happens? ─ So far, I've won.

Then you should go to Estoril.

What's Estoril? ─ The Monte Carlo of Portugal.

Do you ever go there? ─ Almost every night.

I am a born gambler.

That's why I sat down at your table.

And .. did you win or lose?

I won.

So did I.

Now.

What would you like to start with?

Hors d'oeuvres or seafood?

Bouillon, onion soup, potage St-Germain?

Anything you choose.

But first I want to make a telephone call.

Will you excuse me?

Do you know a good pawnshop? ─ No, I don't.

A pawnshop is a graveyard of dead hopes.

Still, you can direct me?

Yes. You need to meet me tomorrow morning at 9:30

Thos Course Travel Bureau.

You are welcome to come.

Service for two, please.

Yes, Senor. It's been taken care of.

By the way, where is the telephone?

Over there.

What is over there?

The back entrance, Senor.

But your dinner, Senor. You have planned it for three years.

I have changed my plans in the last three minutes.

Waiter .. my check.

Boy.

What is the name of this famous gambling place of yours?

Estoril, Senor. It's about 18 miles from here.

35 minutes by taxi.

Taxi. ─ Yes, sir. Taxi!

Did you get a good look at him? ─ Yes.

Then here is the eagle.

Madame, you're winnings.

Madame.

Yes, thank you.

Yes darling, I am coming.

I beg your pardon. Haven't you made a mistake?

A mistake?

I don't believe we've met before.

What is this, Irene? ─ My name is not Irene.

But at the Café Imperial. ─ I've never been at the Café Imperial.

Only half an hour ago. ─ I've been here all evening.

You are a poor liar. A very poor liar.

That's why I trust you.

Irene.

We won't be overheard here.

Now you can explain a few things.

I mustn't be seen with you.

You should have thought of that before you sat at my table.

There was no time.

Why did you sit down?

I had to.

Go on.

That's all. ─ That's not enough.

Someone is coming here for me.

I came here for you, too. ─ But you don't understand.

No I don't. But I intend to.

What happened at The Imperial?

I ..

I had an appointment with someone.

There was an accident.

I was afraid and ran into the café.

And the police followed you.

I did nothing wrong.

But ..

You tell only half the story.

What am I supposed to think?

Forget we ever met. ─ I can't forget that.

You mustn't see me again. For your sake.

And for yours?

Irene.

So here you are, darling. I looked for you at the tables.

My luck was bad, so I have been waiting out here.

Oh Hugo, this is Vincent .. ─ Van Der Lyn.

It's hard to pronounce. ─ I think it's easy to pronounce.

Van Der Lyn? ─ Right.

I am Von Mohr.

The moment I leave you alone, Irene, you run into some mischief or adventure.

I never know quite what to expect.

Hugo, you love to exaggerate.

No .. I love to observe.

Come on, darling. An old friend wants to say hello to you.

Have you been waiting long?

I was delayed. Will you join us?

No thank you. ─ Oh, too bad.

You should meet people while you are in Lisbon, Van Der Lyn.

It is a fascinating city.

Now long are you staying? ─ Not long. ─ Why?

Where will you be going?

Away.

A wise man ..

He speaks little, he sees much.

And he has already met you.

I told you she was here.

Herr Lutzke, this is a surprise.

Much of a surprise?

Lutzke, this is Vincent Van Der Lyn.

I think we have met before.

We are late.

Lutzke will go with us, Irene. I insist it.

He said he had some urgent business, but I wouldn't hear it.

Goodbye, Van Der Lyn. ─ Goodbye.

Was machst du hier?

What? Oh, I don't speak German.

Excuse me, Senor. Excuse me. ─ Why did you address me in German?

Well, seeing you with Herr Van Mohr. I ..

What about him?

Well, who but a German would be speaking to an official of the German embassy?

I beg your pardon, sir. I meant no harm.

I merely assumed that .. ─ That's alright.

May I buy you a drink, sir?

To repay you for the cigarette. Remember?

Of course I do. Thank you.

Don't stay in Lisbon tonight. ─ Why not?

Do you know Cascais?

It's an old fishing village.

Three kilometres north.

Friendly people.

Ask for Miguel.

What will you have, gentlemen?

Yes, what will you drink?

Tell me. Where is Miguel.

Grandfather is over there by the fire.

Have you had your supper?

I was interrupted.

Be patient then.

Soon you can sample my feast.

It is famous from one end of this village to the other.

Very good of you. Thank you.

I wonder if you could do me one more kindness.

Lend me some work clothes.

Why, of course.

You will find them in there.

You must be tired.

The nets are not easy. ─ No.

But it was good to sweat. This kind of work is good.

You can forget yourself in it.

You came from Estoril.

Did you lose much? ─ I didn't gamble.

I understand.

You didn't gamble and yet you lost.

Yes, I'm afraid I lost.

Would you like some wine, Senor? ─ Why yes. Thank you, Rosa.

Is it possible Senor, they say Portugal is the last country in Europe ..

Where you can still get wine.

Yes, that's true.

The Nazis have a way of taking everything.

That's why we've learned to destroy all they can use or get their hands on.

Even the things dearest to us.

I know those Germans.

One time near Biarritz I was taken for smuggling.

Ha ha.

And you were as scared as a rat. ─ And so would you be.

After a while you wouldn't be.

The Germans have created a new profession all over Europe.

People who fight them, in every land.

Even with their bare hands.

It's not a new profession.

It's as old as the world.

What kind of people are they?

Just people.

You know them?

Yes.

I was a schoolteacher in Holland.

One morning, I was writing a lesson on the blackboard.

The Nazis came.

They came so suddenly, I didn't even have time to know what was happening.

There were dead people in the streets.

And a military band in the square.

One of my pupils, a 14-year old boy, jumped to the blackboard.

And wrote three words on it.

"Long Live Liberty."

A German officer shot that boy.

And arrested me.

They arrested me for teaching dangerous thoughts.

But I escaped.

Those who escaped learned to hide, to do without food, without sleep and rest.

They also learned to throw bombs and cut wires.

To blow up trains and destroy power stations.

Many times a message is left.

So that when the Germans reach the scene all they find is a wreck.

And a piece of paper with three words on it.

The words that 14-year old boy wrote on the blackboard.

"Long live liberty".

Forgive me, I ..

I didn't mean to make a speech.

I've been alone so long.

Did everything go right at the village? ─ Yes, they are good people.

I'll take you to the others. They are waiting.

It's only about ten minutes from here.

Ah, they are checking passports again.

If they take you to headquarters they'll question you for hours.

I think we'd better separate. Follow me but not too closely.

Passport?

I am a Portuguese. ─ Where is your identity card?

I left it at home.

Take him.

You wish something, Senor?

Yes, I was looking for a pawnbroker.

I have a watch to pawn. A good quality watch made in Amsterdam.

Welcome. Welcome my friend.

It is good to hear my own tongue.

You flatter me, sir.

My judgement, like everything else in this good pawnshop is second-hand.

Will you follow me, please.

Alright.

Will you follow me through my labyrinth.

This may be melodramatic, but please indulge me.

I love melodrama.

You see, I was a writer before the war.

I now deal in living characters.

The entire continent of Europe ..

Has become the background for a fantastic duel between these characters.

The former Munich paper hanger.

Who once had the poor taste to be one of my most devoted readers.

You are Quintanilla.

Ricardo Quintanilla. How did you know?

I recognise you by your tie. It is famous all over Europe.

You find it flamboyant?

The one ostentation of an exuberant man.

Who is forced to live like a mole.

Gentlemen.

Vincent Van Der Lyn, the Flying Dutchman. Our most celebrated colleague.

This is Antone Wynat.

He is from Norway.

A former army sergeant serving under a strict disciplinarian named Quisling.

It's a labour of love for him to provide us arms that are models of efficiency.

I've used your product often.

It always give satisfaction, except to the Germans.

And this is Lariche. When the Germans entered Paris ..

He kept up a one-man war against them for some time.

Not only from alleyways and rooftops.

But from within the very walls of their ministries.

I remember now.

We have some mutual friends in Paris.

You have met Bernazsky your guide?

Why, I am the least important of our unit. In fact ..

I have little to recommend me except .. always good manners.

Always?

Well up to a point. A man can lose his patience.

And now gentlemen, if you permit me I have ..

Procured a bottle of Holland gin to welcome our guest.

Good?

Bernazsky is full of unexpected little courtesies.

As the Nazis found out when they encountered him in Warsaw.

Tell him.

Oh, it's really nothing.

You see, the Nazis had heard of my collection of clocks and ..

As they all are notorious lovers of art ..

Well, they decided to move the collection to their beloved Berlin.

There was one clock. A 16th century masterpiece.

Exquisite.

As the hours struck the tiny little doors opened.

And out came The Apostles.

At 1 o'clock St John, at 2 o'clock St Luke and so on.

The gentlemen of the Gestapo were fascinated.

So they sent for their commander.

He was a particularly energetic collector of art ..

In the services of his Excellency, Field Marshall Goering.

I am afraid I wasn't up to my best behaviour that day.

I slipped out of the house and left them waiting for St Peter.

And?

They didn't have to wait long.

The little door opened. Out came St Peter.

But I had taken the liberty of providing the saint with a little dynamite and ..

[ Click ]

They were hoisted to heaven along with all the art treasures of the family.

But gentlemen, we gathered to praise the guest.

And we wind up by praising ourselves.

A sad commentary on human nature.

To your success. Good hunting and happy landings.

Salud.

Skol. ─ Sante. ─ Prost.

I'm afraid business intrudes on our pleasures.

You understand your instructions?

We know that our man was killed with a .763 Luger.

We are to find out who had such a gun.

They are good men, your Lieutenants.

Yes, very good.

It is unfortunate that one of them may be a traitor.

A traitor?

But I welcome this opportunity to talk to you.

When are you leaving Lisbon?

Tomorrow.

I'm going to London to join the Dutch Air Force.

I want to fight in the open.

To revenge your family? ─ Yes.

Yes. One more service you can do for us before you leave.

I'm sending a man into the territory where you've been operating.

It's imperative that he be in possession of every scrap of knowledge you have.

When do the Nazi sentinels change guard on the road from Bückburg to Wiegendorf?

Every four hours.

Where does the Nazi commander in Middelkerke eat his breakfast?

In his room. Hotel Europe.

Do we have friends in Hilversum radio station?

Why yes, the night janitor.

Such knowledge is invaluable.

I want you to see a man.

This is the man.

His name is Jennings.

I've sent many an agent into Nazi Europe but none so important as this.

You must not fail.

Serve him well.

He leaves here Sunday night. He must reach the low countries unharmed.

If he doesn't, it may result in a disaster involving thousands of our men.

He must have information, such as you have just given me.

Details, hundreds of them.

We've rented a hotel room for you and sent your baggage to it.

Jennings will meet you there tonight at ten.

We'll risk no more leaks here.

I'll tell him all I know.

Well?

Please, Senor. I've done no wrong. I was just bringing this.

Who gave you this?

Who gave you this?

A lady .. I don't know her.

I was just walking down the street, Senor.

A lady came out of the house and asked if I wanted to earn five escudos.

She gave me the letter and told me to bring it here.

She knew where I was staying?

Oh yes, Senor.

She told me: Hotel Bracha, room 214.

Where does she live?

She gave me five more escudos to forget.

I'll give you ten to remember.

She would not like me to tell.

But you are wrong.

You know, my boy that ..

Women don't know their own minds in matters of romance.

Oh, I see.

She lives on the Rua Do Seculo, Senor. Number 118.

How did you find my hotel? ─ You shouldn't have come here.

I'll drive you to the corner.

I am going much farther than that.

Will you leave now, please?

How did you find out where I was staying?

That was easy. I called all the places where foreigners stay in Lisbon.

There aren't many.

Hotel Bracha told me you were registered there.

That was all there was to it. Now, will you please go.

You left your coat.

Oh yes.

Would you mind?

What do you think you're doing?

You and I are going to have a nice, long talk.

My hat!

It's very pretty. ─ It's being ruined.

Then take it off. The wind is good for your hair.

How long will this go on?

Until you are ready to talk.

Look. ─ No.

But you've driven thirty kilometres.

It's relaxing, isn't it? ─ It's ridiculous.

Quite.

I've an appointment in Lisbon.

So have I. At ten o'clock.

Alright. I give up.

That's better. Much better.

There must be a place up ahead where we can eat. I am hungry.

I'm not.

Then you can watch me. It's educational.

She sat at down Van Der Lyn's table at the Café Imperial.

I know that.

Later, at Estoril, we found her with Van Der Lyn again.

Her politics need not concern you, Lutzke.

Do you think Von Mohr and I play games with each other?

You were ordered to find out where Van Der Lyn stated last night.

But Excellence, you told me not to arouse his suspicions.

I couldn't follow him after I was introduced face to face.

That should have been avoided.

Perhaps we judge Lutzke too harshly, Excellence.

We can imagine his surprise seeing Irene with ..

Perhaps she could tell us who this Van Der Lyn is?

Unfortunately, she does not know.

But I do.

I telephoned Berlin.

Vincent Van Der Lyn is better known to the Gestapo ..

As "The Flying Dutchman".

You were in trouble last night at the café.

Yes.

At Estoril you were waiting for Von Mohr?

Yes.

And Herr Lutzke? ─ No.

You called Von Mohr, "Hugo".

That suggests that you know him well.

I do.

He is an official of the German Legation.

I'm not German, if that's what you're leading up to.

I'm French.

I was born in France and I lived there until ..

After the Germans came.

Then my instinct was right from the first.

I've had every reason to suspect all you've said and done since we met.

Yet my feelings kept denying my suspicions.

And when you look at me the way you are looking now, all my questions disappear.

Because I know that no matter who you are or what you've done ..

You helped me last night.

Please forget the rest. ─ I can't forget you.

But you mustn't come into my life.

I'm part of your life already and you of mine.

Please, as long as you're in Lisbon.

I'm leaving Lisbon in the morning for England.

There is no reason for me to think that I will ever see you again after tonight.

And yet I know in my heart that we will meet again.

You and I.

But now there isn't much time.

No. There isn't.

That song is a "Fado".

Fado means "fate".

I believe in fate.

This song is about a love that can never be.

I can't believe that.

I'll tell you what this song is about.

It's about a man and a woman who met in a strange and wonderful way.

Each was in danger.

Each was on guard.

And yet, as they looked at each other .. ─ But those aren't the words.

To me, all these songs are sad.

Like the first Fado I ever heard.

The words still haunt me.

"For the love of you I lost God".

"For the love of you, I lost myself".

"Now I see myself alone".

"Without God".

"Without love".

"Without .. you".

That's what the song is about.

No.

That's what the words are about.

But the song, if you listen to it with your heart means ..

"In the love of you, I lost myself".

And now I am alone no more.

But with God.

With love.

With you.

Don't say anything my darling. Listen to me.

Come to England. Forget everything.

Forget whatever holds you here. ─ But I ..

I don't care about the past.

You don't know.

I don't want to know any more than this.

Hugo and I ..

Hugo?

I've been trying to tell you. ─ What are you talking about?

He took me out of Dachau.

Yes, Dachau. The concentration camp.

That's where I was sent by the Germans.

That's where I spent four months of living death.

It was Hugo who got me out.

It was Hugo who saved my life. I will do anything for him.

No, Irene. No!

That's gratitude, devotion but not love.

He is my husband.

You and I should never have met.

Never.

Wait. ─ Don't go yet.

There is no time.

Forget time. Just for another moment.

There will never be enough time, Irene.

Please forgive me.

Good evening, Senor.

Hello, Jennings.

Jennings. Wake up.

Jennings, it's Van Der Lyn.

Tell.

Yes?

They .. ─ Who?

Took the eagle.

Who Jennings? What eagle?

Who did it?

You must be mistaken, Captain. I run a respectable hotel.

I investigate every tip, Senor.

Why did you kill him?

I didn't. ─ What's his name?

I don't know. ─ What was he doing here?

I can't answer that.

So this was your business in Lisbon?

You disappoint me, Van Der Lyn.

Madame.

I've been hoping to find you here.

Captain Weigert. I haven't seen you since Budapest.

Wrong, Madame. Since Rome.

Ah, your memory is as impressive as your uniform.

Irene, we've been waiting for you.

I think you are late on purpose.

Of course. I like to have you wait.

If I didn't, I'd be on time.

You haven't changed. ─ You haven't noticed.

To the most intriguing woman in Portugal.

To the most outrageous flatterers in Europe.

If he is found guilty ..? ─ Guilty, trial ..

You can't meddle with a man like Van Der Lyn.

If this happened in Germany .. ─ I know what would happen in Germany.

I think what his Excellency means .. ─ Ah, lovely. Excuse me, gentlemen.

My dear. ─ Hugo.

As ranking officer of the Lisbon Police I think I'm entitled to kiss your hand.

Oh, I am delighted, Colonel. And very glad I haven't committed a crime.

I hope you will, madame.

For then I shall be sure to see you often.

Madame.

One more point, Colonel. This Jennings was English.

If I were the British Ambassador, I would create a stir about this.

He already has. ─ Colonel.

The criminal was caught in the room.

With a revolver in his hand.

Gentlemen, what are you talking about?

About the arrest my dear, of a man named Vincent Van Der Lyn.

For murder.

The British are stubborn. ─ They are not the only ones who are.

May I escort you through this dangerous arena of diplomacy to the punch bowl?

Irene.

It is late, my dear.

I hadn't noticed. ─ It's past three.

Really?

You seem upset.

I have a headache.

The wine. There were so many people there.

Could it be my dear, that the news upset you?

News? ─ About Van Der Lyn.

Hugo.

Vincent and I were together all day.

I know.

I'm glad.

I wanted you to know.

I've seen many men attracted to you, darling.

And I've always admired the way you handle their infatuation.

I understand you, Irene.

As I know you understand me.

No matter what happened, it can't change the bond between us.

We have gone through so much, you and I.

So much that no man can destroy.

Tonight, when I saw you at The Legation.

You looked so lovely.

So indescribably lovely.

And now.

Your face is like a vision.

Don't.

You didn't sleep last night, Senor.

No.

You will learn to sleep.

I must get a message to someone.

There's time.

There is no time, no time at all.

After a few years one learns patience.

Patience?

Must you sweep all the time? Every minute!

It's something to do.

I'm sorry.

I make them myself.

Thanks.

I've made almost eleven thousand.

I've been here eighteen years.

What for?

I killed someone. Did you ever kill anyone?

Yes. ─ Why?

In the war.

You were a soldier, Senor?

In a way. ─ You liked to kill?

No.

That makes it harder, I know.

I killed a man because he betrayed me. That's why I killed him.

Did someone betray you?

Yes. ─ A friend?

I thought so. ─ Oh.

I ..

Couldn't kill a woman.

I would kill a traitor.

He couldn't have done it. He couldn't.

The evidence against Van Der Lyn is undeniable.

But you admit you found no motive. ─ Motive? My dear Frau Von Mohr.

If I tried to find the motive of every foreigner in Lisbon, man or woman ..

I should be lost in a morass of intrigue and deception.

Lisbon has become a city of hidden walls.

The vendettas of all Europe are raging in our cafés and plazas.

But he was trying to get to England.

That's the only reason he came here.

A man who slipped through the Gestapo's hands.

Who escaped through Holland and France ..

Might have a very good reason for killing Jennings.

Nothing you have told me madame, changes the facts.

There is one fact you don't know.

I was with him yesterday. ─ You?

Yes, until almost ten. Just before he was arrested.

We were together all day.

We drove in my car.

I showed him the sights.

We went to a tavern.

And talked.

We talked about so many things.

Do you wish to testify in court as a witness?

I ..? But my husband? The Embassy?

I couldn't.

Well madame, officially there is no more I can say.

But .. as a friend.

As one who can sympathise with a woman's feelings.

Perhaps you should see Van Der Lyn?

Talk to him.

Oh yes. Let me see him.

Let me talk to him.

Send in Captain Pereira.

Oh, but Colonel.

No-one must know.

I shall keep your secret, madame.

Thank you.

Yes, Colonel Almeida?

This lady will remain anonymous.

Take her to the prison to see Van Der Lyn. Madame ..

Vincent.

Who sent you?

Sent me? No-one. I want to .. ─ You have talked to Von Mohr?

No Vincent. They don't know I'm here.

They don't even know I went to Almeida.

I told the police about yesterday. That we were together.

Did you tell them how your trap worked? Did you give all the charming details?

I don't understand what you're saying.

You understood well enough to time the whole thing perfectly.

When I got to the hotel room Jennings was dying but he wasn't dead yet.

Perhaps you let me go a minute too soon, Irene?

Perhaps your Nazi friends will reprimand you ..

For not delaying me until the last possible moment.

Vincent, you don't mean that.

You should have kept me another minute, Irene. Another kiss.

Another speech on love. ─ Don't.

A long story about a trick life played on you and Von Mohr.

But it's not true. I swear it.

You planned it beautifully.

With every gesture, every word, every kiss.

Vincent, I want to help you.

Help?

With your help a man was murdered.

With your help I was caught like a rat.

With your help, I rot in prison. ─ You don't know what you're saying.

Listen.

This morning, before I went to the police. I saw ..

The police? You didn't miss a thing.

You did a perfect job, Irene.

I hope you get well paid for it.

Senor, you talked in your sleep all night.

It's dangerous to talk in one's sleep.

I've got to get out of here.

You talked about a woman. A beautiful woman.

It's my opinion Senor, that you loved this woman.

No-one can fix this broom. ─ Quiet.

Which cell is empty? ─ Fifteen. The one on the end.

Get back in your bunk. ─ They'll shoot you.

Get back on your bunk.

Hey.

Antonio is sick.

He moaned all night. Needs a doctor. ─ What's the matter with him?

That box. The hinge broke. Smashed his foot.

One smashed foot.

I'll report it.

Unlock the door.

Unlock the door.

Walk .. over there.

Jailbreak!

Get Colonel Almeida.

Yes. Of course it is important.

This is the Commandant of the prison.

And wake the Colonel up. It's an emergency.

Find out exactly how Van Der Lyn escaped.

It's incredible, Pereira. Incredible.

To leave without a sign of help.

I don't believe it.

Van Der Lyn is no ordinary man, Colonel Almeida.

There must have been accomplices.

Yes?

"The correspondent for the London Globe is calling again for a statement."

No statement from anyone.

This isn't just the matter of a man breaking out of jail, Pereira.

The British will protest most vigorously.

The press can make the Jennings murder an international scandal.

I rely on you.

Get Van Der Lyn. ─ I will, Colonel.

How?

He must hide. Who will hide him?

Friends. Who are his friends in Lisbon?

The French lady who came to his jail?

Yes. ─ My men are watching her.

What else?

Van Der Lyn came here through France and Spain.

But his passport was not stamped by the Germans at any border.

Who would such a man contact?

Quintanilla?

I'm tracing every move he made after he left the airport.

I will find one name.

One word .. to lead me to Van Der Lyn.

With Van Der Lyn in jail everything was fine.

His conviction was a certainty. But now he is free.

He will move heaven and earth to find out who really did kill Jennings.

I can't risk that.

So we must get Van Der Lyn before the police do.

This is going to hurt a little.

Why didn't you come here as soon as you escaped?

I didn't want to involve you in this.

You might have bled to death had Rosa not found you on the beach.

Thanks, Rosa.

Thanks, Rosa .. I'll never forget it.

You are a lucky man, Vincent.

The man was a bad shot.

Who was he?

Rosa, Vincent is our guest.

One should never ask questions of guests.

He was only doing his duty.

So was I.

That much I can tell you, Miguel.

Now that it's done, you must sleep.

It isn't done. Not yet.

I've a message to be delivered in Lisbon. Today. Now.

Rosa, don't go. You can take his message.

At 4:30 an old man went into the pawn shop.

He bought some pottery.

At 6, Bernazsky went in. ─ And?

He's still there. Fernando is on duty.

Now, the girl you mentioned. She's the one who interests me.

She left the shop before Bernazsky came back? ─ Yes, Captain.

What did she look like? ─ She was young. Wore a bracelet.

She was barefooted.

Yes?

A full report on the police car, captain.

The nearest place to where it was abandoned was Cascais.

Cascais? That's a fishing village.

A bare-footed girl?

Get Montero and Gomez.

Who sent you this time, the police?

Is there a reward on my head?

Miguel. Did she come alone?

Yes, Vincent.

Here. You may need this.

An empty gun, Irene. An empty gesture.

I'm sorry. I forgot.

By whose compliments do I get this? ─ Quintanilla.

Quintanilla? Who is Quintanilla?

You know who he is.

He sent me to bring you to him.

I work for Quintanilla.

Oh I see. And you will drive me?

Yes. My car is outside.

A drive I suppose to some secret meeting place.

A lonely house on some lonely road.

And when we get there, whom will I find?

Schmitt, Pereira or Von Mohr?

No. You will find Quintanilla.

And Bernazsky and Wynat and Larriche.

You know all the names. ─ And they know mine.

It was quite a coincidence your being at The Imperial my first night in Lisbon.

No. We often use The Imperial.

The head waiter is one of us.

If you are one of us, why didn't you tell me that before?

I didn't know who you were, until yesterday.

And then I tried to tell you in person, but ..

Pereira was listening at the door.

And you can prove what you've told me? ─ Yes, if you come with me.

If you think I'm lying, you know what to do right now, with that gun.

Very well, Irene.

Take me to Quintanilla.

If you can.

Quintanilla.

Hello, Bernazsky.

What's the matter? ─ Ricardo.

I told him I was taking him to see you.

He could have refused.

He could have taken my car and driven away. But he didn't.

Thank you, Irene.

Now, Van Der Lyn, perhaps you will tell us why you killed Jennings.

You are not serious.

Yes. We are serious.

I've been questioned by Mussert's quislings in Holland.

By Rexists in Belgium, Laval's thugs in France, passport officials in Spain.

And the Gestapo all over Europe.

It will be ironical if I am destroyed by my own friends.

Any traitor pretends to be a good man. He even proves it for a while.

Very well, then.

I killed Jennings.

Why?

The Nazis knew his mission was extremely important.

That he was to leave soon after seeing you.

So I killed him? In my room?

Perhaps you didn't have a chance to do it somewhere else.

Is that all you've got, Quintanilla? ─ Tell him, Jan.

Well, I was in the lobby of your hotel and I saw you go up.

The police came.

Jennings was killed and he was killed with your revolver.

What else?

Antoine.

I saw him across the courtyard.

When I got there he was standing over Jennings still holding the revolver.

I saw him going through Jennings' pockets.

Then he came up to the window. He leaned out, looking for a way to escape.

But it was too late. The police came.

When I entered my room Jennings was there, dying.

The revolver was on the floor.

I picked it up. I searched Jennings pockets.

They were empty.

Then I went to the window. I tried to figure out how the murderer had escaped.

Why didn't you get in touch with me immediately?

Before I could move, the police were in my room.

I heard them say someone had tipped them off.

The murderer, probably.

Who do you think committed the murder?

The Nazis.

In your room, with your revolver?

Ricardo, don't you see .. ─ Let him speak.

I told you the truth.

But I know how hard it is sometimes not to be deceived by circumstances.

If I were guilty I would not come here. I would have gone to the Nazi Legation.

Who helped you to escape from jail? ─ Nobody.

It's not easy to escape from a Lisbon jail.

We did not help you.

The only people who could help you were the Nazis. They wanted you to come here.

I could use the gun I have in my pocket.

If I were guilty.

I know that is no proof of my innocence. My past isn't either.

In work such as ours, you have no right to take my word only.

We only want the truth.

I had great respect and admiration for you.

But if you are guilty, well ..

Of course, personally I'm not important.

But you are.

Every human being is important.

Nothing in this world is quite as important.

Every man has a right to be heard.

You've heard Jan, Antoine and me.

And you've heard Van Der Lyn.

Do you think he killed Jennings?

Yes.

Irene?

I trust Vincent as I trust you.

Larriche?

Yes.

Jan?

Yes.

And you, Van Der Lyn?

No.

And you Quintanilla. What is your opinion?

My sympathies are with Irene.

I too have been fascinated by the image ..

Of the Flying Dutchman. I still am.

It is pleasant to believe that one has found a man of integrity.

In this age of depravity and ruin, I am fascinated.

But not deluded.

You have heard the verdicts of your companions.

It is your voice and Irene's against everybody's.

Why did you come here?

To give you a message.

As I told you, Jennings was dying when I came in.

Barely speaking.

He said: "tell Quintanilla".

And then he added a few words. I still don't know what they meant.

Maybe nothing. Maybe he was delirious.

But I am sure of what he said.

"Tell Quintanilla, they took the eagle".

Say it again.

Tell Quintanilla they took the eagle.

Would you mind my friends leaving Vincent and me alone?

Please.

A moment, please.

It's only fair you stay a while in our common aim, except Irene's.

Who did not misjudge you. I offer you our humblest apologies.

Yes, please.

Bernazsky, will you take Vincent to the fishermen?

Oh yes, and tell our friend I want him to meet Vincent.

I am sorry, Vincent.

I should say I am very happy.

You didn't believe it.

I hated the very thought of it.

Yet, were it but one chance in a million ..

I had no right to sacrifice the organisation to my faith in you.

Thank you, Vincent.

For what? ─ For upholding my faith.

And also for providing me with essential information.

Information?

To meet our people in Paris and points east, Jennings needed credentials.

An eagle?

Well not exactly an eagle. But that's what we call it.

You see only a very few people know about it and you are not one of them.

My dear Vincent, whoever took the eagle understood its purpose.

The means of identification with our work.

What's to prevent him going to the low countries and passing as our messenger?

Who knew about it? ─ Only our people.

No-one else? ─ No.

[ Door knocks ]

Come in.

Here is the man I want you to meet.

Now I can tell you.

Hugo is one of us, one of the best.

He belonged to the German foreign service before Hitler, and stayed in to help us.

Think what it means to know what the enemy is doing and planning.

I am glad to see you free.

I am glad to see you here.

It is different from our last meeting.

If I were you, I'd be very careful, Vincent.

Dr Schmitt does not believe in neutrality ..

International law, and like nonsense.

Of course, I will do my best to keep you posted.

But he might try to double-cross me.

Why? Did he give you some indication?

Well no. But he told me again.

I must be ready to leave Lisbon on a moment's notice.

He couldn't force you to go back to Germany.

What would I be worth to our people were I to become another refugee?

You are right, Von Mohr.

I am glad you are one of us.

Now, would you mind closing the door as you go out, Hugo?

Of course not, Ricardo.

We'll have to act, Vincent.

Jennings mission is still unfulfilled.

If the Nazis send their man to pose as one of us ..

He might have left already.

No .. Jennings was to start tomorrow night.

They'll have to follow the same timetable ..

Not to arouse the suspicion of our people in France.

Couldn't you have warned them?

It takes a long time to send word across the border.

And you have no-one to take Jennings place?

Perhaps.

Why?

The Nazis will try to stop him.

Especially if their own man is leaving too.

Yes.

What if you assemble all your people and tell them the new agent is here?

The one who tries .. ─ To get in touch with the Nazis.

Of course, you'll have to keep a watch on all of them.

You should let them have very little time ..

That's worth trying.

It won't prevent their man from leaving.

Of course, we'll get the informer. ─ And informers do talk.

Alright, Vincent. And now you are going back to your fishermen?

It's not safe for you here and not safe for us until we get rid of the traitor.

I want to know who he is.

A bit of personal vengeance, huh?

I'm entitled to it.

So you are. So is each one of us.

Fortune, it is not a matter of personal feelings.

Go back to your fishermen. When I've made a decision, I'll let you know.

Goodbye, Vincent.

Oh yes, yes.

A change of clothes.

In case you want to make an impression on your fisher friends.

You had it ready for me all the time?

This is the last time I'll see you.

There is something I wanted you to know.

You don't have to tell me. ─ But I want to.

I'm staying with Hugo because ..

He is risking everything and he has nothing left but me.

I understand.

I .. just wanted you to know that's all he means to me.

Yes, Irene.

The Central Committee has just appointed a new agent.

To take Jennings' place.

Even I don't know who he is or where he comes from.

Every precaution is being taken to keep his identity a secret.

The new agent will wait for us tonight in a room at the hotel by the Casino.

We will confer with him at one o'clock.

Where do we meet him?

You will all be in the roulette room at the Casino tonight before 12:45.

You may try your luck at the tables until I arrive.

I shall then give you the number of the hotel room ..

And we shall leave the Casino ten minutes later.

This time there will be no mistakes, no accidents.

Where Jennings failed, the new agent must succeed.

Vincent should know of these arrangements.

I am leaving the matter in your hands, Bernazsky.

To see this message is delivered to Van Der Lyn.

The fireworks will go off at one o'clock.

At the Casino.

It's Van Der Lyn.

Wait.

Before I kill a man I like to know why I am doing it.

Send Lutzke.

Excellence. ─ Excellence.

Did you have to bring them here?

You said it was urgent to save time, Excellence.

I brought them in through the side door.

If you blunder or get into any trouble with the police ..

I won't raise my little finger to help. ─ But Herr Lutzke said ..

If you are successful ..

I shall see to it that your records are destroyed.

You can return to the ranks without prejudice.

Thank you, Excellence.

When you are done, report to Lutzke.

Don't come here.

Understand? ─ Yah, Excellency.

You have studied the photograph?

Will you recognise this man?

Hello, darling.

Hugo, you are late. Did something happen?

You are always so curious and so beautiful.

Is it Schmitt?

He insists that I leave for Germany in the morning.

So soon? ─ I tried to talk to him.

But I didn't want to arouse his suspicions.

You must come with me.

I, to Germany?

You will be safe, darling. And I'll be safe if you come.

But why? What have I to do with it?

Schmitt found out who Van Der Lyn is, what he did in Holland. He questioned me.

I told him that you and Van Der Lyn ..

That it was just a flirtation on your part.

But if you don't come.

They will say I lied to protect you.

And when I get to Germany.

I know their methods for getting so-called confessions ..

From men who try to conceal something.

Well there you are, you two.

I thought I would look in on the wheel of fortune.

One can always count on something interesting here.

Interesting things always happen at Estoril.

Won't you sit down please? ─ Thank you.

I shall feel sad about leaving it.

You will find your compensations in Berlin I am sure and ..

So will your wife.

We were just discussing that.

She is going with you I assume.

Or .. Frau Von Mohr?

Am I mistaken?

No, Herr Schmitt.

I am going with Hugo.

Excellent.

Van Der Lyn.

Step away from the window.

Over there.

My men are all over the place, Van Der Lyn.

I didn't kill Jennings. ─ It's useless to resist.

But I didn't kill him. ─ Perhaps you didn't.

But I must arrest you.

The man who killed Jennings is a Nazi. ─ I have my duty.

But you want to see justice done, don't you?

The man who killed Jennings is in there.

Who is he?

You'll know in a few minutes if we set a trap.

We? ─ My friends.

Quintanilla?

Tonight is important, Captain. For me, for us. So many accounts to settle.

Your men are watching. I can't escape.

You ask me to neglect my duty.

I ask you to remember the Nazis.

Do you want to help them? ─ I?

I have a sister in England.

She has three boys. Fine boys.

Her husband went to Norway to fight.

And he was beaten and tortured and killed.

So you too have an account to settle with the Nazis.

I have.

But I must arrest the murderer tonight.

You will, Captain. I promise that.

You know, when I first saw you at the airport ..

You told me you were going to England.

I was.

Are you still going to England, Van Der Lyn?

Am I, Captain?

I couldn't miss the fireworks.

I've just set the trap to numbers 8-6-5.

8-6-5?

I've told all our colleagues that our new agent to the low countries ..

The quite imaginary "Mr X" is waiting for us at the Grand Hotel.

Room 8-6-5.

The Nazis must make every effort ..

To stop Mr X from leaving.

The traitor in our midst must pass the number of the hotel room to them.

We leave here at one o'clock.

The informer has ten minutes in which to betray us.

They are all here.

The others are here, too. Waiting for the number.

Look at them. Senor Garmand.

One hundred percent Nazi.

Baroness Von Klugge.

Austrian, born in Berlin. She works with the Gestapo.

Professor Wingby from Zurich.

An authority on butterflies and sudden death.

They are not alone.

We have some men inside. I know Mrs Drossersteine.

Good. Very good.

Van Der Lyn is here. ─ I know that, Herr Schmitt.

Why don't you arrest him? ─ Perhaps I will.

If the Lisbon police haven't got sense enough to arrest a criminal ..

Perhaps the Lisbon police have more sense than you give them credit, Herr Schmitt.

Number vingt-huit.

No-one has spoken to anyone else.

No written message has been passed.

They haven't much time.

All they have to do is convey a number.

Vingt-six noir.

They are all at the table.

Playing the numbers.

A better way for the traitor. To inform the Nazis.

And by playing the numbers 8-6-5.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Your luck is bad tonight.

No my dear, it is quite good.

Is it?

Time for us to go.

Is it one o'clock?

We gamblers have such a poor sense of time.

Justice played a very keen sense of time, Von Mohr.

Hugo, darling.

Will you be an angel and help me cash my chips?

Certainly, Baroness. ─ I'm so wretched at figures.

Just a moment, Ricardo. I will be right back.

The game is ended, Von Mohr.

Hugo!

Goodbye, Irene.

Sorry, Baroness.

This way, Von Mohr.

Come, my dear.

[ Gunshot! ]

[ Gunshot! ]

[ Gunshot! ]

[ Gunshot! ]

[ Gunshot! ]

[ Gunshot! ]

A Portuguese coin, Captain.

A very rare coin.

With an eagle.

That is the man who killed Jennings.

It will be light soon, Miguel.

We must get past the coastguard.

I'm glad you got here, my boy. ─ Give me a moment, Miguel.

Darling.

Why can't Quintanilla send someone else in Jennings' place?

There is no-one else. You heard what he said.

I'm frightened, Vincent.

Frightened.

Don't be.

Miguel is going to take me up the coast.

And our people will help me across the border.

But the Gestapo? They know you.

I know them. ─ Vincent.

Oh, darling.

You will send word to me as soon as you can?

Of course I will.

But it may be weeks, months.

I'll be waiting to hear that you are safe.

Every moment I will be waiting.

And I will be waiting .. every moment.

To come back to you.

"And even now, so many months later."

"I can still see her face."

"Shining like a silver image."

"Through the darkñess in which I live and do my work."

"I can still see her loveliness."

"And I know we'll meet again in Paris or London or in Berlin itself."

"When this horror is over."

"And through the long hours of the night."

"I keep clinging to the memories."

"And I remember."

"For the love of you .. I lost myself."

"And now I äm alone no more."

"But with God .. with love."

"With you."

T-G