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This is my boss,

Jonathan hart, a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.

She's one lady who knows how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them,

which ain't easy, 'cause when they met...

It was murder.

[♪♪]

[Breathes deeply]

Put some oil on my back, Tommy darling.

Well, what's so fascinating?

The Josephine tiara.

The what?

The diamond crown Napoleon gave empress Josephine.

After 150 years, the Paris historical society

has finally unearthed it.

Tsk. Oh.

It's cut up,

and the stones sold individually.

We could net over 20 million francs.

Well, that's more than we got from that Randy old baron, boulanger.

And double what we picked up on the middlehaven job.

But it's going to be well protected.

Nothing I can't handle.

Well, where do we take it?

[Jonathan] Paris.

- Paris? - Paris?

We'll be there.

[Jennifer] Who was that on the phone, darling?

Claude luter.

Oh.

They're holding the auction next Friday, and we are bidding.

Good.

I didn't notice a catalogue from luter in the mail.

Oh, that's because they're auctioning off one item, Max,

and that's a tiara that Napoleon gave to Josephine in 1809.

Gee!

Do you realize how important that is?

No.

Well, this is one of the few times that the French government

has allowed a national art treasure out of the country.

If a foreigner gets it.

And this foreigner is gonna try as hard as he can.

And you're buying it for Mrs. H.

For me and for all the women in the world.

It's hart industries' contribution to the county museum.

I'd like to leave as soon as possible

so that we don't arrive at the auction with any jet lag.

Well, then, let's get packing.

Freeway, I'm gonna take you to the pet shop

and show you some French poodles.

That's as close to Paris as we'll get. Come on.

[Barks]

How did it go?

Piece of cake.

We go in through the roof door. Here.

How about security?

Standard lock. I can pick that in a second.

And inside?

Langerbrugge infrared at the doors,

a time lock on the display room,

and pressure plates under the carpets.

- How many guards? - Three. All armed.

So how do we get past them?

Well, the only one we have to worry about is the man in the foyer.

At about 2:20, he begins his rounds.

- Where's the tiara? - In the display room.

The door timer goes off at 2:30 precisely.

We'll be waiting outside ready to walk right in.

Sounds incredible.

Where do we neutralize the fuse box for the inside alarm?

At the foot of the stairs. Here.

Suppose something goes wrong.

I'll have the walther with a silencer.

You take the .38.

Pow. Pow.

- [Champagne cork pops] - [Violin plays]

[Patrons chattering]

I expect the competition this afternoon to be quite keen.

You know what I'm really surprised about,

- is that nobody's here representing the getty museum. - Mm.

The Josephine tiara is only 175 years old.

[Chuckles]

The getty people don't even nibble unless it's bc.

Mmm.

Before creation.

[Chuckling]

[Door opens]

[Beeping]

[Door buzzes]

Beautiful.

The doctor says I shouldn't have coffee.

Why, Claude?

- My heart. - Oh.

But I can no more resist it than I can resist, uh...

Other temptations. [Chuckling]

[Chuckles]

After the auction, will you stay in Paris?

No. We thought we might drive to the côte d'azur.

Oh, it's very crowded on the côte d'azur this time of year.

We'll stay off the beaten track.

How would you like to amble through the dordogne,

and then head west to the pyrenees

- like we did last year? - Mmm. Lovely.

Do you remember that wonderful little inn we stayed in perpignan?

The end of our trip. Mmm.

Didn't see a soul. Didn't even see perpignan.

- [Laughing] - [Claude] Sounds delightful.

Oh.

2:35.

Is there anything I can show you before the gallery opens?

Well, there is one thing I would like to see.

I would love to see the tiara. Wouldn't you?

- Love it. - Before the crowds get there, Claude.

- Is that possible? - Why not?

After all, it is my gallery.

Oh, just a minute.

- Ah. Ready? - Yep.

Jennifer Edwards?

Pierre dupont!

Oh, no! This is amazing.

- Pierre! - You look ravishing.

Oh, thank you. Darling, Pierre dupont.

- My husband Jonathan hart. - Enchanté.

- How do you do? - Claude luter.

[Greeting in French]

Pierre and I were at the sorbonne together.

- Isn't that amazing? - What a surprise.

- I wish we had time to catch up. - Oh, wouldn't that be nice?

- Yes. - But I'm afraid we were just leaving.

- Oh. - Well, darling,

I have a few things to take care of with Claude.

I could go ahead at the gallery, you could meet me there in a few minutes.

- Would you mind? - Not at all.

- Pierre, nice to have met you. - [Speaks French]

- See you later, darling. - See you later.

Monsieur.

[Both speaking French]

[Doorbell buzzes]

[Both speaking French]

And the tiara is in here.

[Footsteps]

Close the door.

One word, and you're dead.

You will never get out of here.

Do as he says.

Jonathan, they have the tiara!

Jonathan? As in Jonathan hart?

That's correct.

Hart industries. Well!

Put your hands up, Mr. Hart.

The old mcquater luck is still with us.

You'll find some tape in the bag, Monique.

Tie them up.

Split up.

[Alarm beeping]

[Shouting in French]

Put your hands together.

Madame, I am not well.

My heart... I need a medication.

We'll be gone in a few minutes.

When the gallery opens, you'll both be rescued in good health.

Oh, that's very kind of you, old fellow.

[Siren wailing]

Put your hands together.

[Gasping]

[Gasping continues]

[Grunts]

Leave him!

You want that man to die?

Do you want to join him?

Why don't you take the tiara, go out the way you came in,

and let me get some help for this man?

And alert the police? No way, hart.

Now stand back.

[Grunts]

Into the gallery! Move! Now!

[Gasping]

[Siren wailing]

[Chattering in French]

[Chattering continues]

Come out, or we will come in and get you!

The roof?

Gallery's surrounded. We'll never make it.

Why don't you give yourself up? You'll serve less time.

If we're trapped, so are you, Mr. Hart.

Remember that.

You're free to go.

Tell the police we have Jonathan hart,

and we're prepared to negotiate.

[Whistle blowing]

Come out with your hands up!

You have 60 seconds!

What's going on here?

There has been an attempted robbery in the gallery, madame.

They may be armed.

My husband's in there.

- Who is he? - Jonathan hart.

Well, we have the situation under control.

Now, please, get back.

Get down!

[Officers speaking French]

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

That's monsieur luter.

[Crowd gasping]

Get an ambulance!

[Officers speaking French]

We have Jonathan hart here!

Jonathan.

Get back.

[Lock clicks]

What are you worth, hart? Ninety million?

Two hundred?

Four hundred?

I'm worth nothing to you if I'm dead.

Who are you?

If you want Jonathan hart alive, you'll give me what I ask!

Then we must talk.

No police.

I will be unarmed and alone.

If I see one gendarme move a muscle, hart is dead!

Let me go.

Impossible. You are a civilian.

But you heard what he just said. He won't talk to the police.

Who else are you gonna send in?

I cannot risk your life.

Inspector, my entire life is inside that building.

[Sighs]

Get the names and the descriptions

and how they are armed.

I won't risk my husband's life.

We are sending in madame hart.

No.

Stay where you are.

Leave your purse.

That's far enough.

Are you all right?

So far.

I'm authorized to hear your demands.

A car to take us to orly airport.

A plane with fuel to take us at least 3,000 miles.

And no tricks, or he gets it.

You have an hour.

Get out, darling. Now.

Take the information,

and if the police cooperate, I'll be all right.

Go on.

Move.

What do they want?

They want a car to take them to orly,

and they want a plane waiting.

- Oh, impossible. - Why?

We don't give in to blackmail, madame.

Inspector, if your wife was in there, what would you do?

I am single, +madame.

How many of them are there?

Uh, two. A man and a woman.

Weapons?

Uh, two guns.

The woman is blonde, very tan,

about thirtyish, I guess, uh...

Very attractive, French.

Uh, the man?

He's tall, uh, about 40, I think.

Uh, dark.

Uh, he's English.

Mcquater.

Tommy mcquater.

You know him?

He is a psychotic who steals jewels

for the thrill of it.

He has killed before for no reason.

He has always eluded me.

Until now.

Inspector, he said if we don't do what they say,

he'll kill my husband.

You wouldn't risk that just to catch a thief, would you?

Of course not, madame.

Eh, the car is no problem.

The plane, it is another matter.

It may take a little time.

Oh, listen.

Hart industries has a gulfstream at orly airport.

You can use that.

Very well.

Mcquater! Mcquater!

Everything is being arranged as you wish.

Do not harm monsieur hart.

[Chuckles]

Uh, excusez-moi, madame.

I have arrangements to make.

When are you going to release me?

When we reach our destination.

Where is that?

Somewhere with white sand,

palm trees, good food...

And no extradition treaty with France.

[Tires squeal]

Mcquater, you have your car!

You will not be harmed!

[Chuckles]

You have a beautiful wife, Mr. Hart,

who seems to love you.

Try to escape, and she'll be an instant widow.

[Chattering in French]

[Camera shutters clicking]

[Tires squealing]

- What are you doing? - Following them, +madame.

I'm going with you.

You have played your part magnificently, +madame.

From now on, it is police business.

Uh, instigate code blue.

What's that?

As they say, just hold on.

[Tires squealing]

[Tires screeching]

[Men shout]

[Speaking French]

[Siren wailing]

[Speaking French]

Oh, my god!

Don't shoot!

- [Shouting in French] - Don't shoot!

[Chattering in French]

[Tires screeching]

[Shouting in French]

[Siren wailing]

You lied to me! You risked my husband's life,

and for all I know, he could be dead by now!

- He was shot in the arm, madame. - Ohh!

- People seldom die from such wounds. - No, but they feel pain!

And what about that stupid stunt you pulled?

What are you trying to do, inspector, win yourself a medal?

I have many medals, madame.

- I understand your concern must be for your husband. - [Sighs]

Uh, whereas me, I have a larger interest.

Eh, the Paris has, uh, become, eh, the playground

for terrorists and extremists of all kinds.

Many an innocent frenchman has been killed

over causes he knew nothing about.

A rule has been made.

Blackmail demands will not be met!

Who made that rule?

- Uhh, above my head, madame. - [Sighs]

Oh.

Perhaps the American ambassador will have something to say about this.

Ohh...

Eh, you heard?

Oh, yes.

I admire a woman of spirit.

It is sad that mcquater

will almost certainly kill her husband.

But if he escapes France, why would he do that?

Because he is mad, my friend.

He enjoys taunting us and inflicting pain.

He won't escape France through the normal exit routes.

You think a man of mcquater's experience

will take a charter flight?

The borders with Belgium, it leaks like a sieve.

Uh, Switzerland, the same.

In the southwest, the pyrenees,

they are honeycombed with smuggler's trails.

I'll alert customs and send men to the isolated crossings.

You forget one thing, sergeant.

All the time he has monsieur hart,

we dare not touch him.

[Jonathan] Where are we?

[Mcquater] The dordogne.

What if he dies?

Madeleine'll patch him up.

She took a bullet out of my leg once with a bread knife.

[Honking]

Let's take him to the barn.

- How serious is it? - I don't know.

He's lost a lot of blood.

- [Groans] - He's our passport out of France.

For god's sake, keep him alive long enough for that.

[Jennifer] I don't know where to go to, Max.

Oh, the embassy, they...[Sighs]

They say they're doing all they can.

What do the cops say?

The cops are just interested in catching the thieves.

[Voice breaking] Oh, Max...

I'm just so scared for him.

I don't know what to do.

You stay right where you are. I'm hopping the next plane.

No, no, no, don't do that.

You can do more while you're there.

Just call, uh...

Senator paighton.

See if there's anything he can do.

- I'll do that. - Thanks.

I'm sorry about all this, Mrs. H.

Me too, Max.

Good night.

[Sighs]

[Crying]

[Telephone ringing]

Hello?

Inspector michelot.

Have you heard anything about my husband?

Mcquater will call me at midnight.

He wants to strike a bargain.

But first, I have to know if monsieur hart is alive.

Only you can identify his voice for us.

I'll be right there.

[Groans]

I'm gonna telephone Paris.

Speak to your wife,

confirm that you're alive and being well treated

without indicating where you are.

Is that clear?

[Telephone rings]

Inspector michelot.

Listen, don't attempt to keep me talking so you can trace the call.

Just listen to what I have to say.

Advise all your checkpoints

that any car whose occupants present Jonathan hart's passport

is to be let through without delay.

You may have his passport, but how do I know you have him alive?

This is Jonathan hart.

Eh, a moment, monsieur.

Eh...

Darling, is that you?

Yes, it's me, my love.

[Exhales]

Are you hurt badly?

I'm fine.

It's too bad this trip...

Won't end up at menton like last year.

You heard him, Mrs. Hart.

Confirm that to the inspector,

and we'll get out of this in one piece.

- Cheerio. - Oh, no, wait a minute. Wait...

- [line disconnects] - Damn.

Was that your husband?

[Clears throat]

We will, um, drive you back to the hotel.

What will they do to him?

He is exit visa, +madame.

Eh, they will not harm him until they cross the border.

And then they will have no reason.

No. Don't worry.

Eh, Claude? Good. Drive madame hart to her hotel.

Bonsoir, madame. And, uh, don't worry.

- Did you see her face? - Yeah, she was distraught.

She reacted immediately at the mention of menton.

I think that is a clue to his whereabouts.

Have her followed.

If I am right, she will lead us to mcquater.

Go.

[Tape rewinding]

[Rewinding stops]

[Jennifer] Darling, is that you?

[Jonathan] Yes, it's me, my love.

[Jennifer] Are you hurt badly?

[Jonathan] I'm fine.

It's too bad this trip...

Won't end up at menton like last year.

Pierre, you're the only person I know in Paris who can help me.

What can I do? Just ask.

Jonathan gave me a clue to where he is.

Did you tell the police?

Of course not.

They'd probably pull some stupid stunt and endanger his life again.

I don't want anyone to know.

Thank you. Merci.

It's okay.

Where is he?

Near perpignan.

How do you know?

Because on the telephone last night,

he said he was very sorry our trip wouldn't end

in menton like last year.

Last year, our trip ended in perpignan.

We will get the car.

Thank you, Pierre.

That's the first time I've been photographed since I was sent down from Oxford.

When do we leave?

Andre will meet us over the border with a plane at 4:00 A.M.

Stop, you bloody fool!

- You can't get away! - Back! Now!

I'm beginning to take a real dislike to you, Mr. Hart.

You break into the gallery

and turn a perfectly planned heist into a fiasco.

You try the errol Flynn bit at the ambush, and get yourself shot.

We patch you up, and you repay me by doing it again.

You're an ungrateful person, Jonathan.

One more move like that, and I'll kill you.

I don't think you'll do that.

I'm your passport to freedom.

Don't bank on it, Mr. Millionaire.

And once we're safely across the border,

I'm going to take great pleasure

- in sending a slug right there. - [Cocks gun]

[Jennifer] Monsieur!

Uh, excusez-moi, monsieur.

Have you seen a sedan like this in the last 24 hours?

Oh! The Jonathan hart kidnapping.

I'm his wife.

The car, they brought it in today for a new windscreen.

Were either of those two men driving?

No. Only woman.

A woman? Blonde?

- Attractive? - Uh-uh.

A brunette. Oh, in a plaid jacket.

Do you have any idea who she might be?

No. She had groceries

and something from the pharmacy on the front seat.

But I'm sure she was local.

[Sighs] Well, uh, thank you very much.

[Jennifer speaking French]

- [Speaking French] - Merci.

Wait. Wait.

Now.

Let's hope we get lucky this time.

I hope this is it. It's the third pharmacy we've been to.

Good afternoon.

May I be of service?

We're looking for a woman who may have been in here today.

We have many customers, madame.

A brunette wearing a plaid jacket. Do you know her?

I don't know. Is she a friend of yours?

Do you recognize this car or either one of these two men?

I'm sorry.

[Sighs]

Thank you.

[Door closes]

Did you see it?

The plaid jacket?

What are they doing?

I think this is where madame hart's quest is finally over.

Get out here, go to the local station and get reinforcements.

I will telephone you there as soon as I know where they are going.

- Okay. - Go.

She went inside the barn there.

Let's go.

[Talking indistinctly]

[Sighs]

I wish that obnoxious inspector michelot was here.

But he is, +madame.

[Whispering] Down!

Come with me, +madame.

I have reinforcements coming.

Keep down.

There may be shooting.

Stay exactly where you are, mcquater!

[Groans]

Tommy!

Go after her!

- Darling, are you all right? - I'm okay, darling.

[Groans]

Oh...

- I'm all right. - Let's go home.

Can you drive, monsieur?

- I don't think so. - Of course he can't drive!

Then you will have to, madame. I cannot let mcquater escape.

That is your problem, inspector.

This is not California, madame.

This is France.

All right. All right.

[Tires screeching]

[Engine revving]

[Tires screeching]

Can't you go any faster?

I'm doing the best I can.

There he is!

[Horn blares]

Watch it, honey.

[Horn honking]

[Horn honks]

[Horn honking]

[Tires screeching]

[Engines revving]

[Tires screeching]

I have lost him! He's gone!

Not yet he isn't.

[Grunting]

Monsieur hart, don't!

I can't arrest him there!

This way, please!

[Grunting]

Well...

Well, I suppose this is your... crowning achievement.

- [Laughing] - You are my crowning achievement.

[Jonathan] Well, that's wonderful. Thank you very much.

That's very good news. Bye-bye.

- That was Paris. - Huh?

And Claude has been released from the hospital.

Oh, that's wonderful.

What are you reading?

Napoleon's letters to Josephine.

Listen.

[Reading in French]

My sentiments exactly.

Mmm.

- Oop. - Ooh! I'm sorry, darling.

- Does that still hurt? - Oh, a little bit.

Maybe I can make it better.

Oh, not tonight, Josephine.

Wanna bet?