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OSCAR: 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... OSCAR: Sit on it, Pierre.

The French Sfireté 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 Sfireté 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.

(SIGHING) 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?

PIERRE: 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.

PIERRE: What's your plan?

JAIME: I think you should call - Beaumont and arrange a meeting,

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

PIERRE: 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 ofrunning.

JAIME: (CHUCKLES) Okay. - Where is your apartment?

PIERRE: Place Victor - Hugo, driver.

No, left, left. Take a left. (BRAKES SQUEALING)

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

Now, take another left.

Now pull up here and stop! Right here.

JAIME: 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.

JAIME: 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! (SHEEPISH CHUCKLE)

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.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Come on.

(SIGHS WITH RELIEF)

Here we are. Humble but home.

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

Just one of my virtues. (CHUCKLING SOFTLY)

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

Beaumont's men may see it.

Well! (LAUGHING NERVOUSLY)

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.

(CHUCKLING) 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?

(MAN CHATTERING) (GASPS)

Who're you? (EXCLAIMS)

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. (LAUGHING SARCASTICALLY)

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. (SCOFFING)

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

with a coquette in my apartment.

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

That... (STUTTERING) 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!

(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)

Hit him again from me.

(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)

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?

(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)

(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)

(DOOR OPENING)

Phew!

(CHUCKLING)

Hi. Oh! (GASPS)

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 O.S.I.

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.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

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.

(SIGHING)

Oh!

(EXHALING LOUDLY) Make your phone call.

(SIGHS)

Are you really that scared?

How dare you!

I've had enough of your insinuations of cowardice.

(SCOFFING) I'll show you who's scared.

(BLUSTERING) Scared!

(CLEARS THROAT)

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.

(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)

WOMAN: ...40 seconds (BEEP) - At the tone, the time will be...

(THREATENINGLY) 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.

(PHONE RINGING) 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.

BEAUMONT: 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 cafe 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?

(SOOTHING MUSIC PLAYING)

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 plait.

(MAN WOLF-WHISTLING)

(MOUTHING)

Hello, Sergeant.

This is the manager of the Bon Chance Cafe 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.

(MAN CLICKING TONGUE)

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!

(SPEAKS IN FRENCH) (STAMMERING) 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...

OFFICER: Come along. - Come along.

I am not what you think I am.

POLICEMAN: All you girls say that.

Now please!

I am an agent with the American O.S.I.

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? (PHONE LINE DRONES)

(SIGHING) I wish she wouldn't do that.

Come on, Pierre. But where are we going?

You'll find out.

Let's go.

(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)

(SIGHING)

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. (CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)

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

(LAUGHING MIRTHLESSLY) You romantic artists.

Always putting love first.

(LAUGHING)

I'm sure she loves you, too.

Enough to follow you to the very end.

(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY)

The end of what?

Who can tell?

The future is always such a mystery.

(CAR APPROACHING)

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.

(DOOR CLOSING)

The OS! 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.

ALAIN: Do not move.

That way, please.

Get Moreau on the phone.

Welcome. Thank you.

Miss Sommers.

(ALAIN DIALING)

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.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

This is Moreau.

Bonjour, Don Alfredo.

I have excellent news, sir.

I could deliver the DeJon in the next few days.

(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)

MOREAU: 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.

(SCOFFING) 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?

(CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)

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

and naturally, I was onlyjoking.

The DeJon will be yours within two days. Enjoy.

That old Corsican bandit. He's stealing it.

Did he come up at all?

BEAUMONT: 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.

(SNORTING)

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. (SCOFFS)

Even if we escape,

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

Until he kills me. (LAUGHING)

lfthings 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.

(SNORTS IN FRUSTRATION) Fini! Enough.

I'm tired of compromising my talent.

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

(LAUGHS) 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 Sfireté or the O.S.I...

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

(SIGHING) 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?

(STAMMERING) 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.

(SIGHS) 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.

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

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

PIERRE: Ah!

(EXCLAIMS IN FRENCH)

Excellent, Pierre. (SIGHING)

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.

(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)

ALAIN: What about Pierre and the girl?

BEAUMONT: We'll dispose of them before we leave.

(FOOTSTEPS FADING)

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 O.S.I. again.

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

PIERRE: 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!

(WHISPERING) 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.

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

Which one of these blasted keys...

(WHISPERING) Now just do it one more time.

Goodbye, Beaumont, you dog!

ALAIN: I think it is the one with the round head.

BEAUMONT: 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.

BEAUMONT: Aha!

(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)

Oh!

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

Have the gardener clean up the mess after we leave.

(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)

BEAUMONT: We mustn't keep Moreau waiting.

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

(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)

PIERRE: Oh, Jaime. - Oh, my poor Jaime.

Pierre.

(EXCLAIMS IN FRENCH)

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?

(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)

(METAL CREAKING)

(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)

(METAL CREAKING)

(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)

Uh... Oh, a rock.

BEAUMONT: Magnificent.

(WHISPERING) 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.

JAIME: 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.

(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)

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

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)

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.

(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)

(METAL CREAKING)

Oh, okay.

I saw them coming out with the real painting.

Well, didn't they seem pleased with themselves? (GIGGLING)

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

(IN SWEDISH ACCENT) look like a Swedish bride, huh?

Let's go.

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

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

BEAUMONT: 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.

(MOREAU EXCLAIMS)

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.

(LAUGHS) 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. (CHUCKLING)

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

All right.

Thank you.

(IN SWEDISH ACCENT) 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 OS! 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?

(CLUCKING TONGUE)

Naughty. Naughty.

Shame on you.

MOREAU: Monsieur Beaumont!

Do not feel too bad, Monsieur Bordeaux.

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

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.

(THANKS IN FRENCH)

(BOTH BID FAREWELL IN FRENCH)

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.

(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)

Okay. There. Come on.

We did it! (SWEDISH ACCENT) 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.