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Now ready on track number six.
Well, what took you so long?
Well, I have a big face, small razor. Tell me, did you get Kaplan?
- Yes. - Fine. What did he say?
Well, he'll see you, but not at the hotel under any circumstances.
- He'll see you on the outside. - Well, where? When?
- I've got it all written down for you. - Thanks.
Take the Greyhound bus that leaves Chicago...
...for Indianapolis at 2 and ask the driver to let you off at Prairie Stop, Highway 41.
Prairie Stop, Highway 41. Good.
It's about an hour-and-a-half's drive from Chicago.
Fine. I'll rent a car.
No car. Mr. Kaplan said bus. He wants to be sure you're alone.
All right. What'll I do when I get there?
Just wait beside the road. He'll be there at 3:30.
- Well, how will I know him? - He'll know you.
- You made the Chicago papers too. - Oh, yes.
Have you got your watch set for Central time?
Yes, I did that. Thanks.
- What's the matter? - Matter?
Yes, you seem... I don't know. You seem tense.
You know, you better go before the police run out of redcaps.
We'll see each other again, won't we?
Sometime, I'm sure.
I never had a moment to thank you properly.
- Please go. - Yes, but... But where will I find you?
I've gotta pick up my bags now.
Oh, yes. Well, these are the checks for the large cases.
Wait a minute.
Please.
They're coming.
Hi.
- Hot day. - Seen worse.
Are you supposed to be meeting someone here?
- Waiting for the bus. Due any minute. - Oh.
Some of them crop-duster pilots get rich, if they live long enough.
Yeah.
And, uh, then your name isn't Kaplan?
Can't say it is, because it ain't.
Here she comes. Right on time.
- That's funny. - What?
That plane's dusting crops where there ain't no crops.
Get out of here! The other tank may blow!
What happened?
Hey!
Come back! Hey!
Come back! Come back! Hey!
- Yes? - Uh...
Could you let me have Mr. George Kaplan's room number, please?
- Kaplan? - Yeah.
I think he checked out.
- He checked out? - That's right.
He checked out at 7:10 this morning.
- Seven-ten? Are you sure? - Yes. He left a forwarding address.
Hotel Sheraton-Johnson, Rapid City, South Dakota.
Seven-ten?
Well, then how come I got a message from him at 9...?
What's that?
Nothing. Nothing.
Sorry to bother you again.
Miss Eve Kendall is expecting me. She's in room four-something.
I've forgotten the number. Would you mind?
- She's in 463. - Oh, yes, that's right. Thanks.
Hello.
Surprised?
Yes.
No getting rid of me, is there?
I could use a drink.
- I have some Scotch. - With water. No ice.
How did it go today?
- The meeting with Kaplan? - Uh-huh.
He didn't show up.
Oh?
It's funny, isn't it?
Why funny?
Oh, after all those involved and explicit directions he gave you on the phone.
- Maybe I copied them down wrong. - I don't think you got them wrong.
I think you sent me to the right place, all right.
Why don't you call him back again and see what happened?
I did. He checked out. Went to South Dakota.
South Dakota?
Rapid City.
Well, what are you going to do next?
I haven't made my mind up yet.
It may depend on you.
- On me? - Sure.
You're my little helper, aren't you?
Thank you. To us. To a long and lasting friendship.
Meaning, from now on, I'm not going to let you out of my sight, sweetheart.
I'm afraid you'll have to.
- Oh, no. - I do have plans of my own, you know?
And you do have problems.
Well, wouldn't it be nice if my problems and your plans were somehow connected?
Then we could always stay close to each other...
...and not have to go off in separate directions.
Togetherness. You know what I mean?
Go ahead, it can't be for me.
Hello?
Yes.
No, not yet. I'm not ready.
What time? I'll meet you. What's the address?
Yes. Goodbye.
Business?
- Yes. - Industrial-designing business?
Mm-hm.
All work and no play? A girl like you should be enjoying herself this evening...
...instead of taking phone calls from clients.
What about having dinner with me?
- You can't afford to be seen anyplace. - Well, let's have it up here. Nice and cozy.
No, I...
I can't.
I insist.
I want you to do a favor for me.
- A big, big favor. - Name it.
I want you to leave right now.
Stay far away from me and don't come near me again.
We're not going to get involved.
Last night was last night and that's all there was.
That's all there is. There isn't going to be anything more between us.
So, please...
Goodbye.
Good luck. No conversation. Just leave.
- Right away? - Yes.
No questions asked?
Yes.
- No, I can't do that. - Please.
- After dinner. - Now.
After dinner. Fair is fair.
All right.
On one condition.
That you let the hotel valet do something with this suit first.
You belong in the stockyards looking like that.
Okay.
There's the phone.
Hello. Valet service, please.
Hello, valet?
- Oh, this is r... Where are we? - Four sixty-three.
Room 463.
How quickly can you get a suit sponged and pressed?
Yes, fast.
Twenty minutes? Fine. Okay, 463.
He'll be right up.
Better take your things off.
Now, what could a man do with his clothes off for 20 minutes?
Couldn't he have taken an hour?
You could always take a cold shower.
That's right.
You know, when I was a little boy, I wouldn't even let my mother undress me.
- You're a big boy now. - Yes.
Tell me, how does a girl like you get to be a girl like you?
Lucky, I guess.
Oh, not lucky. Naughty. Wicked. Up to no good. Ever kill anyone?
Because I bet you could tease a man to death without half-trying.
So stop trying, huh?
Be with you in a minute.
- Huh? - Trousers, please.
There you are.
Thank you.
I think I'll take that cold shower after all.
Good.
This magnificent pair of Louis XVI fauteuils.
Original gilt finish. Upholstered in pure silk damask.
How much may I say to start? What am I bid?
- One hundred. - One hundred is bid. Thank you.
One-fifty is bid here. Say the 200?
Thank you, 200 is bid.
Say the 300? I have 300. Four hundred by the little lady.
Thank you, sir.
Four-fifty is bid for the pair. Can I hear 500?
Will you say 500?
Can I say the 500?
Fair warning and last call.
Sold to Mr. Stone, second row. Four hundred and fifty dollars.
And now lot number 103.
This lovely Aubusson settee.
In excellent condition. Please start the bidding.
How much?
Eight hundred is offered, thank you. Eight hundred is bid. Say the nine? Go 900?
Nine hundred is bid. Now, who'll say 1,000?
One thousand, thank you. One thousand at 1,000. Say 1,100?
- Can I hear 1,100? Selling at $1,000. - The three of you together.
Now, that's a picture only Charles Addams could draw.
Good evening, Mr. Kaplan.
Before we start calling each other names, you better tell me yours.
- I haven't had the pleasure. - You disappoint me, sir.
I was just going to say that to her.
I've always understood you were a shrewd fellow at your job.
What possessed you to come blundering in here like this?
Could it be an overpowering interest in art?
Yes. The art of survival.
Well, have you poured any good drunks lately?
- One hundred dollars. - He followed me here from the hotel.
He was in your room?
Sure, isn't everybody?
One hundred and fifty. Thank you. Now, say the two.
Do I hear two? Two hundred, thank you.
Now the three. Do I hear three? Three hundred, anyone?
Three hundred, thank you. Now, the four. Do I hear four? Four hundred, anyone?
Four hundred is bid. Say the five? I have 400. I have 400.
I didn't realize you were an art collector. I thought you just collected corpses.
- Five hundred. - Five hundred, thank you.
I'll bet you paid plenty for this little piece of sculpture.
- Now the seven. Seven hundred? - Seven hundred.
She's worth every dollar of it, take it from me.
Now, she puts her heart into her work.
In fact, her whole body.
Sold to Mr. Vandamm at 700.
- Number 106 for your pleasure. - Oh, Mr. Vandamm.
Has anyone ever told you that you overplay your various roles rather severely...
...Mr. Kaplan?
First, you're the outraged Madison Avenue man...
...who claims he's been mistaken for someone else.
Then, you play the fugitive...
...supposedly trying to clear his name of a crime he knows he didn't commit.
Now you play the peevish lover, stung by jealousy and betrayal.
It seems you fellows could stand less training from the FBI...
- ...and more from the Actors Studio. - Three-fifty I have.
Apparently, the only performance that'll satisfy you is when I play dead.
Your very next role. You'll be quite convincing, I assure you.
Don't lose it for $25. Thank you. Three-seventy-five is bid.
I have 375, go the 400.
Three-seventy-five, go four? Four hundred is bid.
I wonder what subtle form of manslaughter is next on the program.
Am I to be dropped into a vat of molten steel...
...and become part of a new skyscraper?
Or are you going to ask this female to kiss me again and poison me to death?
We offer catalog number 107.
Who are you kidding? You have no feelings to hurt.
How much to start the bidding on this collector's porcelain?
Please start the bidding.
Kaplan, we've had just about enough of you.
Then, why don't you send for the police?
That's the last thing you'd want, isn't it? Me in the hands of the police.
There's something I might tell them.
That's the reason you had this one hustle me on the train.
Something seems to tell me I've got a better chance if I go to the police.
Good night, sweetheart. Don't think it wasn't nice.
Say the 12. Twelve hundred dollars there. Twelve hundred is bid. Say 1300?
May I hear 1300?
They're selling at 1200. Do I hear 1300, please?
Last call.
Sold. Twelve hundred dollars. Thank you.
And now catalog number 109.
This superb example of this early 17th century master.
It will enhance any collection of fine art.
What is your pleasure? How much to start?
- One thousand dollars. - One thousand is bid.
Twelve-fifty I have. Now, 1500.
Fifteen hundred is bid. Thank you. Seventeen-fifty?
- I have 1750. - Two thousand dollars.
Two thousand is bid. I have 2000. Do I hear 2500?
Twenty-five hundred, anyone?
Twenty-two-fifty once.
Twenty-two-fifty twice.
- Last call. - Fifteen hundred.
- Well, the bid is already up to 2250, sir. - I still say 1,500.
I have 2250. Do I hear 25?
- Twenty-two-fifty once, 2250 twice. - Twelve hundred.
- Sold for 2250. And now... - Twenty-two-fifty for that chromo?
Number 110 in the catalog.
A Louis XV carved and gilded lit de repos.
Would somebody start the bidding at $750, please?
How do we know it's not a fake? It looks like a fake.
Well, one thing we know: You're no fake. You're a genuine idiot.
Thank you.
I wonder if I could respectfully ask the gentleman...
...to get into the spirit of the proceedings.
All right. I'll start it at 8.
Eight hundred. Thank you. Nine hundred?
- One thousand is bid. Go 12? - Eleven.
Eleven is bid. Thank you. Go 12.
I have 11. Go 12. Who'll say 12?
Eleven once. Who'll say 12?
Eleven twice. Twelve, thank you.
Twelve is bid. I have 12. Go 13. Who'll say 13?
Thirteen dollars.
You mean 1300, sir.
No, no, no, I mean $13. That's more than it's worth.
I...
I have 1200. Go 13. Who'll say 13?
Who'll say 1250?
Twelve hundred once, 1200 twice.
- Last call. Twelve hundred. - Two thousand.
Two thousand?
Twenty-one hundred.
I'm sorry, sir, but we can't...
- Make it 2500. - Ask him to leave.
- Would the gentleman please cooperate? - The last bid was 1200.
Twenty-five hundred. My money's as good as anybody's.
- Well, isn't it? Isn't it? - I have...
- What was it? - Twelve hundred.
I have 1200 once, 1200 twice.
- Three thousand. - Sold for 1200.
- I'm not gonna let you get away with that. - You'd better leave, sir.
No, you take your hands off me or I'll sue you.
- What took you so long? - Let's take a little walk.
- Get moving. - I haven't finished bidding yet.
Three thousand. I bid 3000.
I'm sorry, old man. Too bad. Keep trying.
Not so rough.
- Handle with care, fellas. - In there.
- I'm valuable property. - In.
Well, I want to thank you for saving my life. Thank you, my friend. Thank you.
Save it for the station house.
Well, let's have some smiles and good cheer.
You're about to become heroes. Don't you know who I am?
We'll find out as soon as we book you for being drunk and disorderly.
Drunk and disorderly? That's chicken feed. You've hit the jackpot.
Chicago police capture United Nations killer.
My name is Roger Thornhill.
Here.
- It's him. - That's right. Congratulations, man.
Yeah.
This is 1055. Sergeant Flamm.
We've got a man here who answers to the description of Thornhill, Roger.
Code 76.
Wanted by NYPD. Positive ID.
Absolutely. No question.
Michigan Avenue. Proceeding north to 42nd precinct.
What?
Come again?
Are you sure?
Okay. Right.
Yeah, I got it.
One-oh-five-five, off and clear.
- Where are we going? - Airport.
- For what? - Orders.
Airport? I don't wanna be taken to an airport.
- I want to be taken to police headquarters. - You do, huh?
Why do you think I sent for you?
How about this guy, Charlie? He sent for us.
- Sit back. - Didn't you hear what I said?
I want to be taken to police headquarters. I'm a dangerous assassin.
- I'm a mad killer on the loose. - You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
They said right here.
Does anyone mind if I sit down? I've been running all day.
Thought I'd never make it. Getting too old for this kind of work.
All right, men. Thank you.
- This way, Mr. Thornhill. - Wait a minute.
We haven't much time. Yeah, this way is more private.
- I don't think I caught your name. - I don't think I pitched it.
You're police, aren't you? Or is it FBI?
FBI, CIA, ONI.
- We're all in the same alphabet soup. - Really?
You can stick this in your alphabet soup. I had nothing to do with that killing.
- We know that. - You know it?
Then why did you let the police chase me all over the map?
We never interfere with the police, unless absolutely necessary.
- It's become necessary. - Oh, I see.
Well, then, I take it I'm going to be cleared.
I do wish you'd walk faster, Mr. Thornhill. We'll miss the plane.
Where are we going? New York or Washington?
Rapid City, South Dakota.
- Rapid City? What for? - It's near Mount Rushmore.
No, thank you. I've seen Mount Rushmore.
So has your friend Mr. Vandamm.
Vandamm?
A rather formidable kind of gentleman, eh?
What about that treacherous little tramp with him?
- Miss Kendall? - Yeah.
His mistress. We know all about her.
Tell me, what's Vandamm up to?
Oh, you could say he's a sort of importer-exporter.
Of what?
Oh. Government secrets, perhaps.
Well, then why don't you grab him?
There's still too much we don't know about his organization.
Oh, I see.
What's all this got to do with Mount Rushmore?
Well, Vandamm has a place near there.
We think it's his jumping-off point to leave the country tomorrow night.
- Are you gonna stop him? - No.
Well, then what are we going there for?
To set his mind at ease about George Kaplan.
Oh, you, huh? You're George Kaplan, aren't you?
Oh, no, Mr. Thornhill. There is no such person as George Kaplan.
What do you mean? I've been in his room.
I've tried on his clothes. He's got short sleeves and dandruff.
Believe me, Mr. Thornhill, he doesn't exist.
Which is why I'm gonna have to ask you to go on being him for the next 24 hours.
Come on. We'll discuss it on the plane.
Now, look. You started this decoy business without me, you finish it without me.
We might have if you hadn't stumbled into it.
You ought to give me a medal instead of asking me to be a target...
...just so your special agent or whatever doesn't get shot at.
Not shot at, Mr. Thornhill. Found out. Once found out, they're as good as dead.
Thanks to you, clouds of suspicion are already forming.
Thanks to me?
- If you'll get on the plane... - You listen to me.
I'm an advertising man, not a red herring. I've got a job, a secretary, a mother...
...two ex-wives and several bartenders dependent upon me...
...and I don't intend to disappoint them all by getting myself killed.
The answer is no.
- Is that final? - Yes.
- Goodbye, then. - Goodbye.
If there was a chance of changing your mind I'd talk about Miss Kendall.
Of whom you so obviously disapprove.
Yes, for using sex like some people use a fly swatter.
I don't suppose it would matter to you...
...that she was probably forced to do whatever she did to protect herself.
To protect herself from what?
Exposure and assassination.
You see, Mr. Thornhill, she...
She's one of our agents.
- Oh, no. - I know you didn't mean it...
...but I'm afraid you have put her in an extremely dangerous situation.
And much more than her life is at stake.
- Suppose they don't come? - They'll come.
I don't like the way Teddy Roosevelt is looking at me.
Perhaps he's trying to give you one last word of caution, Mr. Kaplan.
Speak soft, and carry a big stick.
He's trying to tell me not to go through with this harebrained scheme.
He doesn't know to what extent you're the cause of our present trouble.
I don't know that I care to accept that charge, professor.
Dear, fellow, if you hadn't made yourself so attractive to Miss Kendall...
- ...that she fell for you... - And vice versa.
...our friend Vandamm wouldn't be losing faith in her loyalty now.
It was quite obvious to him last night that she had become emotionally involved.
Worst of all, with a man he thinks is a government agent.
Are you trying to tell me that I'm irresistible?
I'm trying to remind you it is your responsibility to help us restore her...
...to Vandamm's good graces...
...right up to the point he leaves the country tonight.
All right, all right.
But, after tonight...
My blessings on you both.
Here they are.
- Good afternoon, Mr. Kaplan. - Not her.
Did I misunderstand you about bringing her here?
We'll get to that later.
I suppose you were surprised to get my call.
Not at all. I knew the police would release you, Mr. Kaplan.
By the way, I want to compliment you on your colorful exit...
...from the auction gallery.
Thank you.
And now, what little drama are we here for today?
I don't for a moment believe that you've invited me to these gay surroundings...
...to come to a business arrangement.
Suppose I tell you I not only know the exact time you're leaving the country tonight...
...but the latitude and longitude of your rendezvous...
...and your ultimate destination.
You wouldn't care to carry my bags for me, would you?
Perhaps you'd be interested in the price, just the same.
- The price? - For doing nothing to stop you.
How much did you have in mind?
I want the girl.
I want the girl to get what's coming to her.
Turn her over to me, I'll see there's enough pinned on her to keep her...
...uncomfortable for the rest of her life.
You do that, and I'll look the other way tonight.
She really did get under your skin.
We're not talking about my skin. We're talking about yours.
- I'm offering you a chance to save it. - To exchange it.
Put it any way you like.
I'm curious, Mr. Kaplan.
What made you arrive at the deduction that my feelings for Miss Kendall...
...have deteriorated to the point where I would trade her in for peace of mind?
I don't deduce. I observe.
Phillip, if you don't mind, I'm going back to the house now.
Just a second, you.
Stay away from me. Let go. Let go of me.
Stay away from me. Let go.
Let go of me.
- Now, save the phony tears. - You just get back.
- You little fool. - You just stay away from me.
No good, sir. You can't get involved in this.
- Don't touch anything. - Stand back.
Stand back.
Mr. Thornhill?
Don't be long.
Hello.
Hello.
Are you all right?
Yes, I think so.
I asked the professor if I could see you again.
There's not much time.
Isn't there?
I wanted to tell you...
I mean, apologize.
No need.
I understand.
All in the line of duty.
I did treat you miserably.
I, uh...
I hated you for it.
I didn't want you to go on thinking that I...
And I... I used some pretty harsh words. I'm sorry.
They hurt deeply.
- Well, naturally, if I'd known... - I couldn't tell you.
- Of course not. - Could I?
No, I guess not.
- You didn't get hurt. I'm so relieved. - Of course I was hurt.
- How would you have felt? - In the cafeteria, when you fell.
- When I shot you with the blanks. - Oh, that. No.
- You did it rather well, I thought. - Yes, I thought I was quite graceful.
Considering it's not really your kind of work.
Well, I got into it by accident. What's your excuse?
I met Phillip Vandamm at a party one night and saw only his charm.
Oh.
I guess I had nothing to do that weekend, so I...
I decided to fall in love.
Well, that's nice.
Eventually, the professor and his Washington colleagues approached me...
...with a few sordid details about Phillip and he told me that...
...my relationship with him made me uniquely valuable to them.
Mm-hm.
So you became a Girl Scout, huh?
Maybe it was the first time anyone ever asked me to do anything worthwhile.
Has life been like that?
How come?
Men like you.
What's wrong with men like me?
They don't believe in marriage.
I've been married twice.
See what I mean?
I may go back to hating you. It was more fun.
Goodbye, darling.
- Wait a minute. Not so soon. - No, I gotta get back and convince them...
...that I took the long way around so nobody followed me.
Couldn't we stand like this for just a few hours?
Just this time you're supposed to be critically wounded.
I never felt more alive.
Well, whose side are you on?
Yours, always, darling.
Please don't undermine my resolve just when I need it most.
Oh, well, I guess it's off to the hospital for me and back to danger for you.
I don't like it a bit.
It's much safer now, thanks to you, my darling decoy.
Don't thank me. I couldn't stand it.
All right. I won't.
After your malevolent friend Vandamm takes off tonight...
...you and I are gonna get together and do a lot of apologizing to each other in private.
- You know that can't be. - Of course it can be.
He has told you, hasn't he?
- Told me what? - Miss Kendall, you gotta get moving.
- Wait a minute. What didn't you tell me? - Why didn't you?
She's going off with Vandamm tonight on the plane.
She's going off with Vandamm?
We went to such lengths to make her a fugitive from justice.
So that Vandamm couldn't very well decline to take her along.
I needn't tell you how valuable she can be to us over there.
You lied to me. You said that after tonight...
- I needed your help. - Well, you got it, all right.
Don't be angry.
You think I'm gonna let you go through with this?
- Oh, she has to. - Nobody has to do anything.
I don't like the games you play, professor.
War is hell, Mr. Thornhill, even when it's a cold one.
If you can't lick the Vandamms of this world...
...without asking girls to bed down and fly away with them...
...and never come back...
...perhaps you ought to learn how to lose a few cold wars.
I'm afraid we're already doing that.
- I'm not gonna let you do this. Get out. - Please don't spoil everything. Please.
...Mr. Kaplan twice in full view of horrified men, women and children...
...who had come to the park to see the famed Mount Rushmore monument.
Witnesses described Kaplan's assailant as an attractive blonde in her late twenties.
Kaplan, who was removed to the Rapid City Hospital in critical condition...
...has been tentatively identified as an employee of the federal government.
The tragedy developed with startling suddenness.
Chris Swenson, a busboy in the Mount Rushmore cafeteria...
...stated that he heard voices raised in...
- Here we are. - Hello.
Slacks, a shirt and these.
Thanks.
That'll do for you around here for the next couple of days.
For the next couple of days?
- Hey. - What?
What's this?
That's where I hit the chair doing that phony fall in the cafeteria.
You and your dopey schemes, shootings.
- Otherwise, feeling all right? - Oh, yeah. Fine.
Considering your driver has a sledgehammer for a hand.
Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
No, that's all right. I guess I deserved it.
I guess I deserve that locked door too.
You seen wandering about in good health could've proved fatal to Miss Kendall.
- I've begun to forget her already. - Good.
- Better that way. - Yeah, much.
Inside of an hour, she'll be gone.
- How's everything out in Rapid City? - Oh, everything's fine.
Mr. Kaplan's untimely shooting has now acquired the authority of the printed word.
Everyone's been cooperating beautifully.
Well, now you can include me.
- I'm a cooperator. - I'm most grateful.
- Care to do me a favor in return? - Anything.
I'd like a drink. Will you get me a...? Get me some bourbon?
A pint will do.
Can I join you?
Well, if you're gonna join me, you better make it a quart.
- See you in a few minutes. - Yeah.
- Stop. - Oh, excuse me.
Stop.
- You don't want me to take you up there? - No, thanks. Never mind.
Oh, thanks.
- There's nothing to worry about. - I just lost my head.
I'm not just saying this to make you feel better.
I mean it.
I just didn't know what I was doing.
He wanted to destroy you. You had to protect yourself.
- But not endanger you. - Ah, rubbish.
Soon we'll be off together and I shall dedicate myself to your happiness.
What's the situation, Leonard?
- About the plane, you mean? - Of course.
What was the last report?
Over Whitestone on the hour, 6000, descending.
- About ten minutes, huh? - At the most.
And now, uh...
I wonder if I might have a few words of parting with you, sir?
Certainly.
In private?
I'll go up and get my things.
Well, Leonard...
...how does one say goodbye to one's right arm?
I'm afraid you're gonna wish you had cut it off sooner.
Mm-hm.
I know how terribly fond you are of Miss Kendall...
I don't find this a terribly attractive...
- She is not to be trusted. - You're being mysterious.
I'm not being mysterious at all.
It couldn't have been anything.
You must've had some doubts about her yourself.
- And still do. - Rubbish.
Why else would you have decided not to tell her...
...that our little treasure here has a bellyful of microfilm?
You seem to be trying to fill mine with rotten apples.
Sometimes the truth does taste like worms.
The truth? I've heard nothing but innuendoes.
Call it my woman's intuition if you will, but I've never trusted neatness.
Neatness is always the result of deliberate planning.
She shot him in a moment of fear and anger.
- You were there yourself. You saw it. - Yes.
And thereby wrapped everything up into one very neat and tidy bundle.
A, she removed any doubts you may have had about her, uh...
Now, what did you call it, her devotion?
B, she gave herself a new and urgent reason to be taken to the other side with you...
- ...in case you decided to change your mind. - You know what I think?
I think you're jealous.
No, I mean it, and I'm very touched. Very...
Leonard!
The gun she shot Kaplan with.
I found it in her luggage.
It's an old trick. Shoot one of your own to show that you're not one of them.
They've just freshened it up a bit with blank cartridges.
What was that noise?
Yes, we wondered what it was too. Didn't we, Leonard?
Hurry, darling. It's almost time to leave.
In a moment.
You're not taking her on that plane with you?
Of course I am.
Like our friends, I too believe in neatness, Leonard.
This matter is best disposed of from a great height...
...over water.
How about a little champagne before we go?
I'd love it.
- It may not be cold enough. - Over the rocks will be all right.
- Are you sure? - Mm-hm.
My dear.
Thank you.
To you, my dear, and all the lovely moments we've had together.
Thank you, Phillip.
There he is.
Jump in, Leonard. The champagne's fine.
There isn't time.
You always were a spoilsport, weren't you?
One of my most valuable attributes as it now turns out.
It would please me if you would think of me as being along on this journey...
- ...if only in spirit. - I shall, Leonard.
He's heading pretty far out on the north leg and awfully high.
I guess he's gonna play it safe with a long, slow descent.
You couldn't ask for a better night than this.
Ceiling and possibilities unlimited.
Ah, there he goes, starting his turn.
Well, we better get moving.
He should have his wheels on the ground inside of three minutes.
- Come along, Eve. - All right.
I think I left my earrings upstairs. I'll be right down.
We can get out through the window. There's a car.
What are you doing? You'll ruin everything.
They know about the shooting. They're going to do away with you!
- What are you talking about? - Leonard found the gun in your luggage.
The figure they got at the auction is filled with microfilm.
- That's how he's been getting it. - Miss Kendall?
Whatever you do, don't get on that plane.
Don't worry, Anna. Arrangements have been made.
You and your husband will be over the Canadian border by morning.
- Thank you very much, sir. - Be careful.
We will, sir, and God bless you.
- Thank you for everything. - Be careful, now.
Now, you're not gonna leave the house until we're...
I'll wait, sir. I certainly will. Safe journey.
Thank you very much.
Bye.
Stay where you are.
Sit down.
As soon as the plane leaves, my husband and Mr. Leonard will be back.
What is it?
I was wondering about my earrings.
They'll turn up.
When you return to New York, say goodbye to my sister for me.
And thank her for her superb performance as Mrs. Townsend.
- I'll do that. - Tell your knife-throwing chum...
...that I've reassured his wife.
- All right. - That's about all, Leonard.
Get that figure back from her.
The housekeeper had me pinned down...
...before I realized it was that same silly gun of yours.
- I see you've got the pumpkin. - Yes.
This is no good. We're on top of the monument.
- What do we do? - Climb down.
We can't.
Here they come. We have no choice.
Well, if we ever get out of this alive...
...let's go back to New York on the train together.
All right?
Is that a proposition?
It's a proposal, sweetie.
What happened to the first two marriages?
My wives divorced me.
- Why? - Well, I think they said I led too dull a life.
- Ha, ha. - Come on.
You all right?
All right, all right.
Okay. Come on.
Come on. Come up here.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Help. Help me.
Thank you, sergeant.
That wasn't very sporting, using real bullets?
Here, reach. Now.
- I'm trying. - Come on, I've got you.
- Up. - I can't make it.
Yes, you can. Come on.
- Pull harder. - Come along, Mrs. Thornhill.
- Oh. Roger, this is silly. - I know, but I'm sentimental.
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