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That's Master Hare by Reynolds,

and the other is called Religious
Subject from the school of Morello.

I remember these paintings from
the Lincoln Gallery here in Washington.

What you see there, Jaime, and
what millions of tourists and students

have seen for the past year,

national-treasures of this
country, are fakes. Frauds.

That's amazing!

This forger is a genius.

Well, you might call him that.

Along with several less
flattering descriptions.

Send him in.

Monsieur, perhaps you can
clear up this terrible mistake.

I am Jacque Laroie, a wine
merchant from Bordeaux.

Jaime, this is
Pierre-Francois Lambert.

A mediocre painter
in his own right,

but an extraordinary
forger and all-around fraud.

Monsieur, mademoiselle,
please listen to me.

- I told you, my name is...
- Sit on it, Pierre.

The French Sûreté
reports the two fakes

that are hanging in the Louvre
were also done in his style.

They don't know how
the switch was made

or where the originals are now.

But they are convinced
that Pierre works for this man.

Michael Beaumont.

One of the top master criminals.

American. On the continent.

He's into everything. Drugs,
espionage, stock manipulation.

We, and the French Sûreté
have been after him for years,

but we haven't been
able to catch him.

And you can help us, Pierre.

Mademoiselle, I appeal to you.

How can I convince you I'm
not this, er... What's his name?

Pierre, when something quacks
like a duck, looks like a duck,

flies like a duck and
walks like a duck,

look, I have to consider the
possibility that it is a duck.

Your fingerprints
match those of Lambert,

your description
matches Lambert.

The birthmark on your
shoulder is exactly like his.

So, you see in what direction
my suspicions are heading.

Now, you've got
two choices, pal.

Twenty years in a
federal penitentiary,

or help us trap Beaumont and
recover the original paintings.

Take your choice.

I'm a free spirit and
prison would kill me.

But so will Beaumont,
if he catches me.

I came to this country to hide.

I was in the middle
of forging a DeJon.

Beaumont had promised to steal
the original for one of his customers.

Uh... Er, not that my
copies are not brilliant,

but everyone runs
out of luck sometime.

And, uh, when his
schemes turn sour,

he has a nasty habit of
killing all those involved,

so there's no
one left to testify.

Well, if you'll help us get him,

you won't have to worry
about that, will you?

This DeJon that you're painting.

Who gets the original?

Some customer. I was
never told his name.

The original is still in the
Rousseau Memorial Museum.

Miss Sommers is
one of our best agents.

I want you to go
back to Paris with her.

Contact Beaumont,

tell him that you're willing
to finish the painting,

and we'll catch him when he
tries to switch it for the originals.

Oh, I don't think
I could pull it off.

You don't know him.
He's a shark among men.

Pierre, I know that, uh, landscapes
aren't necessarily your specialty,

but, uh, what do
you think of that?

I think it's morbidly
depressing.

Isn't that Folsom Prison?

In time, so to speak,
it will grow on you.

You'll enjoy Paris, Miss Sommers.
I know all the best restaurants.

Get him out of here.

Watch out.

He's slippery. He'll disappear
the first chance he gets.

Okay. Bye. Hey.

Be careful.

What's your plan?

I think you should call
Beaumont and arrange a meeting,

and I'll just go as your girlfriend,
or your friend, or whatever.

That might work. He knows
I'm adored by beautiful women.

Can we call from my apartment?
I'll tell him I'm just tired of running.

Okay. Where is your apartment?

Place Victor Hugo, driver.

No, left, left. Take a left.

Now, keep going.
Keep going, that's right.

Now, take another left.

Now pull up here
and stop! Right here.

Uh... What is it?
What's going on?

You see the man back
there in front of the gallery?

That's Jacque Rochette,
one of Beaumont's hirelings.

He's an art critic of
undeserved reputation.

Beaumont uses him to authenticate
the paintings to his customers.

He mustn't see
me. Pay the driver.

Get that bag, please.

It's okay. I don't
think he noticed us.

Phew! At least, I'm home safe.

Pierre, isn't... Isn't the Place
Victor Hugo around the corner?

Oh!

You were very quick to
pick up my clever ruse.

Beaumont has spies everywhere.

Uh, you keep watching Rochette,
I'll get my key from the concierge.

Pierre?

One moment.

Come on.

Here we are. Humble but home.

Humble? Pierre, I'm
afraid you're too modest.

Just one of my virtues.

Oh, no, no, no, no. No lights.

Beaumont's men may see it.

Well!

Ah!

Make yourself at home.

Pierre, this isn't exactly
what I had expected for you.

I kind of expected
something more,

I don't know, Bohemian, or...

If you mean sloppy,

our working together
does not give you the right

to insult or constantly
suspect me.

Well, your reputation does.

Yes, well, perhaps
I do deserve that.

You must be tired. Would
you like to freshen up?

It's too dangerous to go out
to eat. I'll fix something here.

Later, we can call Beaumont.

Okay, I would like to
wash my face, thank you.

Go.

Bye, now. Yeah.

Pierre, what are you doing?

Who're you?

Never mind who I am.

What are you doing in my
apartment? Your apartment?

Certainly. I've lived
here for almost 20 years.

Aha! You called me
Pierre. Was that pig here?

Oh, well, you do know him then.

Well, certainly I know Pierre
Damas! He's my brother-in-law.

No, no, no. It's Pierre...

And my money helped
to buy his butcher shop.

Wait, that... That's not him.

He won't get away
with it this time.

Now, you stay right
here, young lady,

while I ring the woman
whose home you are wrecking.

Wait a minute! I... I...
I don't know that man.

Why will you all lie for him?

What does a lovely young thing
like you see in a pig like him?

A butcher.

No, it must be the
smell of raw meat.

Hello, hello, Madeleine.
Oui, c'est moi. Is Pierre there?

Huh?

Well, I'm not surprised he's
sleeping. He must be exhausted

from his tête-à-tête
he's been having

with a coquette in my apartment.

Now, wait a minute. You are
hanging a bum rap on that guy.

That... Your brother-in-law

and my friend are
not the same person.

I mean, they obviously just
have the same name. Huh?

Oh, he says he's tired out
with dressing chickens all day?

Will you please listen to me?

Oh, my dear sister, he's worn
out from chasing one chicken.

I'm certain. Yes. Well,
she called his name

when she thought
he was coming back.

Don't believe what he says.

You wake that philanderer up!

Hit him again from me.

Oh, listen, it was
very nice meeting you,

and I sure hope
everything works out. Bye.

Wait one moment. I've
something to say to you.

You forget about
him. Homewrecker.

Find someone else
to dally with, huh?

Phew!

Hi. Oh!

Oh, what's wrong? Didn't you
invite me to your apartment?

Well, er, yes I did. But, uh...

And isn't this your apartment?

Uh, yes, it is. Uh...

Good! I was beginning to wonder.

Uh, what are you doing?

Well, I'm gonna call Oscar Goldman
and have him come and get you.

No, wait, please. Look, you
must understand my fears.

Beaumont is so powerful. He could
order me killed even from prison.

Well, you're just gonna
have to trust that the OSI

is not gonna let that
happen, aren't you, Pierre?

Now, what's it gonna be?

I'll cooperate, I won't
try to escape again.

Fine.

We'll call him in the morning
and set up an appointment.

Oh, to fool him, you
must dress the part.

He knows what kind of,
uh, women I use for models.

Here. You'll wear this.

What is that?

Oh, it's just something
the cleaning woman left.

Oh!

Make your phone call.

Are you really that scared?

How dare you!

I've had enough of your
insinuations of cowardice.

I'll show you who's scared.

Scared!

Beaumont! This is Pierre!

Listen, you smalltime phony,

I'm willing to use my inspired
talent to finish the DeJon,

but only on my conditions!

I will not tolerate any more
of your ridiculous suggestions

about my work, or your
childish attempts at intimidation.

40 seconds At the
tone, the time will be...

Pierre, will you
quit playing around?

Now call Beaumont!

How did you know? Never mind.

Hey, listen, if I can wear this
getup, you can call Beaumont.

The shipment leaves the
Turkish poppy fields tomorrow.

I want it processed
by next week.

Von Kran,

I've promised to deliver the blueprints
for the new German tank by the 1st.

Hello. When can
you get it to me?

Good.

It is Lambert.

Pierre, old friend.

How nice to hear from you.

Where are you?

Beaumont, I surrender.
I'll do anything you want.

Now, that's very
sensible, Pierre.

Can we meet and talk it over?

I thought perhaps the little
sidewalk café near my apartment.

I'll be having breakfast there
with my... With my girlfriend.

I know the place.

Thank you for calling.

Why not meet him here?

No. A public place is better.

I can judge his reactions.

And if I think he's not
sincerely forgiving me,

I can call the gendarmes.

One trick.

One little trick,

and I promise you I'm
gonna call Goldman.

Jaime, don't you trust me?

Does a chicken have lips?

Excuse me. Where are you going?

To the room of the
gentlemen, if you don't mind.

There is the door,
there is no window,

and obviously, no back
door to such places.

Excuse me.

Police, s'il vous plaît.

Hello, Sergeant.

This is the manager of the Bon
Chance Café on Place Victor Hugo.

No, no, Sergeant. I
am not fine this morning.

I have a lady of the evening
sitting at one of my front tables,

bold as brass, enticing
all my customers.

No, no, no, it's not necessary
for me to point her out.

You know very well how
that kind of woman dresses.

Now, get here and take
her to jail immediately. Oui.

Ah!

What are you doing?

As if you did not know.

Come along and stop
giving the place a bad name.

You don't seem to
understand. It's not...

Come along. Come along.

I am not what you think I am.

All you girls say that.

Now please!

I am an agent with
the American OSI

and I am working with
the French Secret Service.

Look at... Here's...
Here's my ID card.

Now, I'm working on a case
with a fellow in this restaurant,

who's probably
getting away right now.

Well, we will
have to verify this.

Well, verify it. Fine.
But do it quickly,

because if you don't, you'll
both be in a lot of trouble.

All right.

Drive around the back
and we'll pick up Pierre.

He may as well finish the
DeJon before I finish him.

Not until she showed
me the identification.

Well, I'm sorry, I...

Oui, immediately. He
wishes to talk to you.

Hello?

Jaime, you all right, babe?

I'm fine. Listen, Oscar, I can't
talk right now, Pierre's getting away,

and I'll call you just as
soon as I find him. All right?

Yes, but have you
found the original...

Thank you very much.

Jaime?

I wish she wouldn't do that.

Come on, Pierre. But
where are we going?

You'll find out.

Let's go.

Taxi!

Follow that car, please. Go.

It's good to see you, Michael.

I've missed you too, Pierre.

You look well.

Oh, I'm fine. I'm fine.

That's wonderful. Good
health is so important.

You said you were gonna
take your girlfriend to breakfast.

What happened to her?

Oh! Uh, we had a
stupid lover's quarrel.

Uh... She walked
out of the restaurant.

I was looking for her
when you found me.

That's why I didn't want to come
with you when I first saw you.

You romantic artists.

Always putting love first.

I'm sure she loves you, too.

Enough to follow
you to the very end.

The end of what?

Who can tell?

The future is always
such a mystery.

Your little workshop
is just like you left it.

You do have a talent.

Hurry and finish it.

I have two customers
bidding on the original.

I wanna make the switch
as soon as possible.

It's too bad your girlfriend
didn't come along.

I know how a model inspires
you, even when you're copying.

Oh, well.

Something will
turn up, I'm sure.

The OSI agent is headed
toward the house now.

Is anyone else with her?

No. It's possible she didn't
have time to tell anyone.

Shall I dispose of her?

That will come
later. Bring her here.

Do not move.

That way, please.

Get Moreau on the phone.

Welcome. Thank you.

Miss Sommers.

How did you know my name?

From Pierre, of course. He told
me everything on the way here.

If you've depended on him, I'm
afraid you've leaned on a weak reed.

Operator,
person-to-person, please.

Alfredo Moreau, aboard the yacht

Sapphire Seas in Cannes Harbor.

Hello.

This is Moreau.

Bonjour, Don Alfredo.

I have excellent news, sir.

I could deliver the DeJon
in the next few days.

That is very good news, Michael.

Uh, unfortunately, there's
a small complication.

The Greek shipping
tycoon, Nicholas Theopolus,

has just married a
young Swedish girl

and he's looking for an
appropriate wedding gift for her.

Now, as you know, his art
collection almost rivals yours,

and he's made a very
attractive offer for the DeJon.

Are you maneuvering me
into an auction, Michael?

Of course not, Don Alfredo,

but, as a businessman, it's
my duty to accept the best offer.

Well, I, uh... I may be
able to come up in price,

if I get the painting
very quickly.

And that way, I
won't have you killed.

Is that satisfactory?

You you're a very persuasive
bargainer, Don Alfredo,

and naturally, I
was only joking.

The DeJon will be yours
within two days. Enjoy.

That old Corsican
bandit. He's stealing it.

Did he come up at all?

Let's say he made an
offer I couldn't refuse.

Put her with Pierre.

How did they catch you?

They were waiting for me.

And Beaumont said that,
uh, you told him all about me.

He's such a liar.

He's so cruel, he
enjoys toying with people.

What difference
does it make anyway?

My future's never
been so gloomy.

If I don't finish the
painting, he'll kill me.

If I do finish it,
he'll kill me anyway.

Even if we escape,

I'd spend the rest of my life
hiding from him in your prison.

Until he kills me.

If things are that bad, they
can only get better, right?

You want to bet?

Pierre, who is Alfredo Moreau?

He's the Corsican godfather.
More powerful than a king.

Even Beaumont must
treat him most carefully.

Fini! Enough.

I'm tired of
compromising my talent.

I'm going to tell Beaumont
I won't finish the painting.

Yes, that is what I'll do.

It's a small victory,
but it's something.

I won't finish it!

Oh, yes, you will
finish it! What?

And you're gonna do a perfect
job, except for one small mistake.

Mistake? Yes.

But my reputation!

Anyone will know
instantly it's a forgery.

Pierre, if we can psyche
Beaumont out, get him really scared,

then he might just confess
to all of his activities.

Beaumont is not scared
of the Sûreté or the OSI...

You said yourself, he is afraid of this
Corsican godfather or whatever he is.

Yeah.

I mean, what have you got to
lose? They're gonna kill you anyway.

Now, is there anything at all
that I can do to help you here?

Well...

Jaime,

will you model for me?

Why do you need a model
if you're just doing a copy?

It's hard to explain, but...

Well, the things I
copy are masterpieces,

because the masters
breathed life into them.

The paintings live.

Beyond just my technique,
the brushstrokes, the color,

when I have a model,

I have a sense of
what the masters saw.

It would help me.

Pierre, you're a trip. Okay.

Now, I'll be out in a minute.
You get back to work.

Bon.

But how are we going to get
Moreau mad at Beaumont?

Well, I'm working on that
one. You just keep painting.

Ah!

Excellent, Pierre.

Your best effort so far.

Do the chemical aging
as fast as possible.

I want to exchange it
for the original tonight.

The paint won't be entirely dry.

My man at the museum will
keep anyone from testing it.

Call Moreau.

Tell him we'll be in
Cannes tomorrow morning.

What about Pierre and the girl?

We'll dispose of
them before we leave.

Jaime,

I let you down again.

How?

I knew it was good,
even if it was a copy.

I felt it coming alive
under my brush.

I wanted it perfect.

I... I couldn't bring
myself to put a defect in it.

Don't worry about it, Pierre.

The paint isn't
gonna be dry anyway.

I think that's a
big enough flaw.

They're gonna
kill us pretty soon,

so we're gonna
have to move fast.

So, I want you to
take your clothes off.

What? Come on.
Take your clothes off.

But, uh...

My clothes on your friend here.

Okay?

Uh, what's going on?

I want them to think
that we're both dead.

We're gonna throw
it out the window.

But it won't look real.

Beaumont will never believe it.

Oh, he'll believe it when he
sees you falling on top of it.

Me?

Pierre, I'm gonna
put your clothes on

and let them see you
jumping out the window.

Well, at least
they'll think it's you.

You...

Oh! You'd make
that sacrifice for me?

It's not that big
of a sacrifice.

Not that big! The answer is no!

I know I've been
a bum all my life,

all the things people
say about me are true,

but a man must draw the line
somewhere. I won't let you do it.

Pierre, it's all right.
I won't feel a thing.

Oh, I know. It will
be over in an instant.

Forget it!

Believe me, I will get
up and walk away from it.

Unless they think we're both
dead, they won't leave us alone.

But, Jaime, I... Please
Pierre, and do what I say, huh?

They're gonna come
back here any minute.

Help me get this
mannequin dressed, will you?

The aging is excellent. Mmm-hmm.

It's just the right amount
of fading for a 100 years.

Put it in the car.

Let's take care of
the two upstairs.

Oh, why Pierre?

The Greek still wants a wedding
present for his Swedish bride.

Pierre could paint
something else.

He might escape and
go to the OSI again.

No, no. A smart gambler
knows when to quit.

Beaumont! You filthy pig! I
refuse to take it any longer.

I've prostituted my
talent for the last time!

Do you understand?
The last time!

Do it again. More
hysterical this time.

More?

You can't hurt us anymore!
We're going together!

We'll jump and end it all!
And, you can't stop us! Ha-ha!

Oh!

Pierre!

Pierre.

I'll be all right.

What does that idiot,
Pierre, think he's doing?

Which one of
these blasted keys...

Now just do it one more time.

Goodbye, Beaumont, you dog!

I think it is the one
with the round head.

They all have round
heads, you fool!

And goodbye to you, my darling.

No one ever loved me so much.

Okay, get back. Go on.

Aha!

Oh!

Well, that'll save us
a nasty little chore.

Have the gardener clean
up the mess after we leave.

We mustn't keep Moreau waiting.

Jaime. Oh, Jaime,
I wasn't worth it.

Oh, Jaime. Oh, my poor Jaime.

Pierre.

She's haunting me already.

Pierre.

But I saw... Now, forget what
you saw. Do you understand that?

No. I don't understand
anything. Oh, good.

Okay. You got to
get some clothes on.

Where are we going? To the
Rousseau Memorial Museum.

Pierre, which room
is the painting in?

It's gallery number three. The
corner of the building. Okay.

Jaime, what are we doing here?

Well, I'm trying
to work it so that

Beaumont will deliver the
fake painting to Moreau.

But he's in there now,
switching it for the real painting.

Well, maybe he is
and maybe he isn't.

Listen, in exactly three
minutes, what I want you to do

is throw a rock through
one of these windows. Okay?

What for? Because I'm gonna
need some confusion, that's what for.

Confusion? But I'm
already confused. Jaime?

Uh... Oh, a rock.

Magnificent.

Please, Pierre. Throw it
now. Come on. Come on.

Oh, a rock. Oh, yeah,
a rock. A rock. All right.

Oh! Oh, no.

Take it down and hang the fake.

Come on, Pierre.

Uh... A rock!

What was that?

Sounded like a window breaking.

I know it was a window
breaking, you fool.

Maybe it's the police!

Put it behind the plant.

All right, fan out
and see what it was.

Look, I found this, but
I did not see anyone.

Someone threw this
through the window.

It's probably some
child. Let's get on with it.

Get the fake and
make the switch.

All right, let's
get out of here.

That's how it should be,
girl. You belong to everybody.

Oh, okay.

I saw them coming out
with the real painting.

Well, didn't they seem
pleased with themselves?

Where to now? Okay.
We're going to Cannes.

And I'd like to get there early
enough to do some shopping.

Shopping? What for?

For something that will make me

look like a Swedish bride, huh?

Let's go.

Hurry up. Moreau is
expecting us at 10:00 sharp.

You are really fearful
of him, aren't you?

We must all be very
careful how we treat him.

Alfredo Moreau is an
extremely dangerous man.

He'd kill us with a
smile on his face.

Ah, bonjour, Don
Alfredo. I trust you're well.

Uh, this is it.

It's beautiful. Beautiful!

How long I've waited
for you, my beauty.

Monsieur Rochette, you
authenticate this as the original DeJon?

Oh, I saw it removed from the
museum wall myself, Don Alfredo.

Hang it for the Don. No!

This is a pleasure I
reserve for myself.

A magnificent collection, Don
Alfredo. You should be very proud.

The word proud cannot
express what I feel.

Ah, it's magnificent.

One million, two
hundred thousand dollars.

I'm very grateful
to you, my friend.

You deserve every penny of this.

Don Alfredo, your gratitude

is almost more
important than the money.

There's more where
that came from.

At the museum in Nice,

there's an absolutely
magnificent Toulouse-Lautrec.

Unfortunately, sir, my
forger, Pierre Lambert,

had an accident. He was killed.

I'm afraid it puts me
out of the business.

Pity.

I rather fancied the Lautrec.

Okay. Now, when I call for
you, you come running. All right?

All right.

Thank you.

So, there you are,
you phony fraud!

Who are you?

You will have your
turn, Silverlocks.

Surprised to see
me, are you not?

Did you really think you could
cheat me and get away with it?

Beaumont, who is this woman?

I don't know how she got here,

but her name is Jaime Sommers,

and she's an OSI agent.

Oh, must you tell
lies about everything?

What's your name, cutie?

Alfredo Moreau.

Oh, how quaint. Well,
I am Mrs. Theopolus.

My husband is
Nicholas Theopolus.

That's not true. Uh, yes,
the... The Greek shipping man.

I heard that he married a
very lovely girl from Sweden.

Thank you. As a matter
of fact, you told me.

Yes I did. But she is not...

On what matter of
business are you here?

Well, I have been
pursuing this naughty man.

Don Alfredo, don't listen to
her. I tell you, she's an agent.

Oh, I will decide
that. Go on, madame.

Well, my sweet Nickie,
he... He bought a DeJon

as a little wedding
present from this man.

That's not true... And
would you believe?

It was a forgery, and such
a lousy forgery, I might say.

That the paint on
it wasn't even dry.

Oh!

Well, obviously, he's
done the same to you.

This is just another
fake like mine.

I'm afraid you are mistaken.
That is an original DeJon.

Yeah. JAIME: Really?

Well, can you do this

to a genuine original DeJon?

Naughty. Naughty.

Shame on you.

Monsieur Beaumont!

Do not feel too bad,
Monsieur Bordeaux.

Even I would not have known
if the painter hadn't confessed.

Pierre Lambert?

You told me he was dead.

But Don Alfredo, she
is not telling the truth!

Can't you tell the truth
about anything, can you?

Pierre, please come in here.

Pierre.

But I saw you jump.

Don Alfredo, I... I
can't explain this, but...

I've been tricked.

He's been tricked.

Well, my Nickie can't
afford to be made a fool of.

So he will take
care of this riff raff.

Neither can I.

Take him below. Lock him
in the cabin, prepare for sea.

But, Don Alfredo, Don
Alfredo, listen to me, please!

Please!

What do we do with those two?

Well, personally, I think
they will be more useful alive.

To discourage others from ever
trying to cheat people like us again.

Yes. Get out.

I'm very grateful, madame.

I wish you much
happiness in your marriage,

and please give my
warmest regards to Nickie.

Come along, my
twisted little genius, huh?

Phew! Thank God
that's over. It isn't quite.

Get me out of here!
He's gonna kill me!

Beaumont, we still wanna
get those other paintings back.

Now I'll get you out
of here, if you'll agree

to testify against him in court,

and give us a full signed
confession of all your activities.

I'll do anything!
Anything you say!

All right. Stand back.

Okay. There. Come on.

We did it! But of course.

These are the real
paintings, right?

Yes. Beaumont's confession
helped get the original paintings back.

Also put he and Moreau away.

Pierre, you did fine.

I'll be right back. Okay.

What are you gonna do now?

Huh, who knows?

I've been so weak, I've
caused so much harm.

I may never take another
brush in my hand again.

Oh! Oh, it's all right.

I haven't any real
talent, anyway.

Every time I look at the masters,
their genius just defeats me.

Pierre, the masters,
they were just artists

doing their own
thing, in their own time.

Now, van Gogh and DeJon, they
never heard themselves called masters.

That all came later.

You gotta give
yourself a chance.

I think you're extremely
talented. I really do.

You've that much
faith in me? Yes, I do.

But, what's important is
that you have faith in yourself.

That's what's gonna
get you through.

Maybe I will give it a try.

Great.

Because the next time we see one of
your paintings hanging in the Louvre,

I'd like to see your own
name on it, you know.