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In a time when fear of atomic war grips the world...

when the slightest shift in the balance of superpowers

might threaten the destruction of the planet...

Allied squadrons train constantly.

The West’s greatest deterrent force

is its fleet of atomic submarines,

whose mobility has, until now, made them impossible to detect.

This new, highly trained fleet

is currently our best guarantee for world peace.

From every corner of the seas and oceans,

these submarines carrying atomic missiles

can instantly strike back against any enemy who’d dare start a war

with terrible retaliation.

Thus, all the activities of intelligence agencies

are focused on strategic coastal points

where the enemy might install sensors to track atomic submarines

and, subsequently, destroy them.

2ND FLOOR - RIGHT

DIVING INSTRUCTOR - BOAT RIDES

-Good morning, Mr. Roos. -Good morning, Renotte.

-How are you? -Fine.

-Brigitta isn’t coming? -She just went to buy cigarettes.

Here she comes now.

Coming!

Good morning, Mr. Roos.

Good morning, Brigitta. So formal. Are you mad at me?

No. Good morning, William.

Start the engine.

-Would you pull up the gangway? -Sure.

OSS 117 IS UNLEASHED

You can’t possibly visit every grotto in Corsica!

I love grottos. They’re so beautiful. Don’t you agree?

Are you coming with us this morning, Brigitta?

-No, I'd rather sunbathe. -Fine.

-Ready? -Let’s go. See you later.

-Start the engine. -Where's Roos?

-Do as I say! Start the engine! -We’re not waiting for William?

Hurry up and do it!

Start driving!

Where's William?

Give me a cigarette.

-Where are you going? -To the police.

Come on, what happened?

Where exactly did you dive with that pupil of yours?

In the middle of the bay.

-No danger there. -None.

But I had a problem with the regulator on my oxygen tank.

-So you swam back to the boat? -Yes. To change tanks.

When Roos didn’t show up...

You dived again at once, right?

Yes.

You stayed in the boat,

so all you know is that the two men dived

and Nicolas Renotte came back up alone?

Yes.

He changed his oxygen tank and dived again at once.

Sign here.

What could’ve happened to him? A stroke?

Yes, probably.

-And the current swept his body away? -Probably.

Yes?

Here is Brigitta Rindborg’s statement.

Good-bye, miss.

-Good-bye, Renotte. -Good-bye.

-Scuba diving seems pretty dangerous. -It's not.

Roos was careless

and a bad diver.

Impossible! Renotte is lying.

Roos was one of our best divers.

-So he was murdered. -Without a doubt.

-He must’ve found what we’re after. -Absolutely.

There’s no time to waste.

If our enemies manage to develop and test the detector...

They could neutralize our atomic submarines...

Which are the West’s greatest deterrent force.

The balance of power would be lost.

World peace would be threatened.

The situation is so dire and delicate, Hubert...

That, naturally, you thought of me.

Chatting with you is always a pleasure.

Before I even open my mouth, you know what I'll say.

So you’re offering me a vacation in Corsica?

Precisely.

Do you think this young man who dived with Roos...

Renotte.

You believe that this Renotte, though fearing for his life,

will confide in me?

It's very simple. Convince him.

Very simple.

Nothing could be simpler.

You're so persuasive, Hubert.

Miss Johnson, come here, please.

Here. Take a look. Detailed instructions for the case.

Yes, sir?

I believe you haven’t met Colonel Bonisseur de La Bath.

Hello.

-Nice to meet you, Colonel. -Call me Hubert.

-And your name? -Diana.

Diana is a lovely name.

-Won’t you ever change, Hubert? -It'd be a pity.

Let me remind you the investigation only starts when you’re in Corsica.

OSS 117...

-Miss Johnson? -Sorry.

OSS 117 will leave for Corsica as soon as possible.

Get him a passport in the name of Hubert Landon

and prepare everything for his trip.

Yes, sir.

Miss Johnson.

I want him to leave tonight. Before dinner.

Scuba Diving Tragedy

American Tourist Falls Victim to Carelessness and Inexperience

Mr. Hubert Landon?

-Mr. Hubert Landon? -Yes, that's me.

-Good morning, sir. -Good morning.

Here are the papers for your rental Renault Dauphine.

-Thank you. -If you'd follow me...

To the ends of the earth, miss.

Only until the counter.

Why not Bonifacio?

That'd be quite difficult to arrange, Mr. Landon.

-My name is Hubert. What's yours? -Giséle.

You have beautiful eyes, Giséle.

They say the customer is always right, and you’re a customer.

For your eyes? Yes, I am.

But for the car, please sign here.

And for your eyes?

Right now, they’re not for rent.

Too bad.

-Here. -Tipping is forbidden, sir.

Giséle, I'm not used to these small French cars.

-Would you show me how it works? -That’s not my job.

I’ll drive you back here after dinner.

Our company only supplies cars, unfortunately.

That’s a pity, Giséle.

You've got a gift for the French tongue, Hubert.

I'm part French on my grandfather’s side.

I knew it!

Oh, those eyes!

-Looking for Renotte? -Yes.

-He should be back soon. -Thanks.

Mr. Renotte?

Yes.

What do you want?

Information about your diving lessons.

Look, this is a bad time. I've got an appointment.

I'll walk you there. We'll talk on the way.

No, I'd prefer you wait here. | won’t be long.

Come in.

After you.

Make yourself at home. I'll be back in five minutes.

-That would surprise me. -What?

If you came back.

Why?

Because you're not Nicolas Renotte.

Right.

It was just a silly prank.

I'm a friend of Nicolas’s.

-He’s next door. I'll fetch him. -No!

Not without me.

-Let me go! Out of my way! -No!

Now tell me, why are you here?

Go to hell!

What the hell?

-What's this about? -Do you know him?

No.

Well, I'll have to go to the police again.

-You’re coming with me. -No.

I can’t get involved. I'm a foreigner.

But you know I'm innocent. I didn’t kill him.

I know that, but the police don’t.

-There might be another way. -What way?

Through the bedroom window.

Sorry, Nicolas. I don’t feel well. I can’t stay.

Fine. Wait for me on the boat. I'll join you later.

Don’t waste your time. I already checked. Nothing interesting. No ID.

-Who are you? -Hubert Landon.

I'm William Roos’s brother-in-law.

-How did you get in? -That’s quite simple.

The late gentleman opened the door for me.

Which grotto was it?

I told you! That day, we weren't visiting a grotto.

-He disappeared in open sea. -But why?

-He probably passed out. -No.

William Roos recently completed military scuba training.

-He was no amateur! -What more can I tell you?

The truth and nothing but the truth.

I gave a statement to the police. It was in the newspapers.

I've nothing to add, so leave me alone.

Go away.

Fine.

If that's what you want, I'll leave.

I’m going to the police.

-The police? -Of course.

There’s a dead man here. Murdered, apparently.

The police handle such things, right?

But you told me he fell on the knife while you were fighting!

I don’t have to tell the police that.

What do you want?

The truth and nothing but the truth.

- I already told the police... - I know you're lying.

How do you know?

You lied when you said Roos was a beginner.

If it had been just an accident, there’d be no need to lie

and you’d have brought back the body.

Cut the bullshit!

I'm a quiet diving instructor

who lives a quiet life in a quiet country.

But a quiet citizen of a quiet country can’t refuse me one thing.

What?

To take me to the exact spot where Roos disappeared. Immediately.

It's night right now.

How about tomorrow at dawn?

Why can’t you leave me alone?

This nonsense will get me killed. You're all nuts.

No.

You’re the nut, Renotte.

Do you know what happens to a nut?

I'm the thumb.

The others are the forefinger.

And you’re the nut.

Think it over.

See you tomorrow morning?

All right. Fine.

We'll dive together.

-Oh, you also...? -Yes.

Want some help chucking this out the window?

I'd love some.

Don’t forget: He had friends.

I'm your best bet, Renotte.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

-Tomorrow at 6:00 a.m.? -Right.

- I said to wait on the boat. -I forgot my purse.

-I'm Hubert Landon. -Brigitta Rindborg.

Mr. Landon is a relative of William Roos.

-Forgive me for interrupting. -No, we were quite finished.

I've nothing more to say to Mr. Landon.

What a shame.

I hope I'll have the pleasure of seeing you again.

So do I. See you soon.

-Good-bye. -Good-bye.

-Hey... -What?

Let's go in.

Tell me, Nicolas...

did Roos’s relative see the body?

No. Luckily, I'd already dealt with it. He arrived as I was leaving.

-Let’s go. -Why?

-Since you're here, why don’t we stay? -I can’t stay here.

-Let’s sleep on the boat. -Fine.

As you wish.

September 20 - Crevice in the back seems to lead somewhere.

Too late to continue. Will resume tomorrow with Renotte.

Position marked on map.

You'd better tell me who you’re working for...

or you're done for!

Who hired you? Talk!

-Why are you up? -Someone’s on board.

You just dreamt it.

-See? There’s nobody here. -Yeah, sure!

-Why are you so jumpy? -See for yourself.

What?

-It's Roos’s equipment. -Right.

- It didn’t get here by itself. -But why?

To remind me to keep quiet.

-Is it a threat? -Probably. I'd better change moorings.

-Do you want help? -No. Go back to bed.

I'm used to handling this stuff on my own.

Where are you going, Nicolas?

What's wrong?

Have you gone crazy? Where are we going?

You'll find out when we get there.

You might have asked first! I'm not your wife.

You're free to go. You can swim, right?

How long since the Medina left?

I don’t know. They probably left during the night.

AJACCIO FLYING CLUB

This is the plane I can offer you.

-How fast is she? -110 mph.

Drat.

We don’t have any Boeings. World’s most beautiful plane.

-Ever flown one? -No, unfortunately.

-Let’s go. -Okay. Go around that way.

Take the controls, please.

Fly by again. I couldn’t see very well.

What the hell?

Can’t they leave me alone?

Head for Nice.

Hello? Anybody here?

-I wasn’t expecting to see you here. -The free world is so small.

Is Renotte here?

He’s in La Ciotat, getting spare parts for the boat.

Perfect. You can have a drink with me.

I'd be delighted.

Our correspondent in Corsica just sent this.

Do you know this guy?

Yes. That's Abossy.

That was Abossy.

He’d been seen a lot recently with a man named Sacha.

-Does that ring a bell? -No.

Sacha Bounine. White Russian.

Director of an import-export company in Nice.

Did a lot of trafficking with North Vietnam, North Korea and China.

The American intelligence agency told me one of their agents, William Roos,

was also the victim of an “accident” in Bonifacio.

They sent their best man to investigate, under the alias Hubert Landon.

That’s a lot of “accidents” and agents in Bonifacio.

That's why you’re going to go there. Find out what’s going on.

-Where is this Sacha now? -In Nice.

Perhaps I'd better stop there on the way.

Don’t waste your time.

Call Thibaud in Nice.

Thibaud handles the Nice area for us.

I'll tell him not to let Sacha out of his sight.

Got it.

-Good-bye, Forestier. -Good-bye, Pacha.

-Hello? Is that you, Thibaud? -Yes.

Yes.

Sacha Bounine? I'm on the case.

Really? Very well.

I'll handle it personally.

Don’t worry, Pacha, I'll be on his tail.

-Here you go. -Thank you.

-Keep the change. -Thank you, sir.

-Skoal. -Skoal.

-What do you do for a living? -1 model for photographers.

-In Paris? -No, in Stockholm, my home.

No, thanks, I don’t smoke.

Have you known Renotte long?

Three months.

You're his mistress?

A little.

That’s funny.

How can you be someone’s mistress “a little”?

I sleep with him, but I'm not in love.

What about William Roos?

He was a very nice man.

Were you sleeping with him?

“Why?

Because of Renotte.

He’s a strange guy.

You’re afraid of him?

-He’s changed a lot. -Since Roos died?

Listen, Brigitta,

I must find William’s body so his parents can give him a proper burial.

-Will you help? -Of course. But how?

He marked the location of all his dives on a sea chart.

It's probably aboard the Medina.

I'll try to find it for you.

Thank you.

But first, I'd like to see Renotte.

As soon as possible.

Come tomorrow morning. Nicolas will be back very late tonight.

-Will you dine on board? -No, at a small restaurant.

-And after that? -We’ll go home.

Where’s that?

His place.

-What's the address? -10, rue des Anges.

-When will you be there? -Around 10:00 p.m.

-I'll be there. -But...

I must talk to him tonight.

Don’t worry, I won't tell him I saw you.

I'll ring Renotte’s bell around 10:00 p.m.

| doubt he’ll like that.

All I ask is that you open the door.

Okay.

I must run. I have some errands.

-See you tonight. -See you tonight.

Good-bye.

Hello?

Is this 85-38-677

What?

Oh, it's 85-75-797

Sorry, wrong number.

CATHEDRAL OF SAINT REPARATA

Thank you.

-Madame? -A pack of Camels.

2.60 francs. Thank you.

-Yes, madame? -A pack of Luckies, please.

And matches.

The American is in Nice.

He'll be at Renotte’s around 10:00 p.m.

-You think Renotte will keep his cool? -No, Sacha.

When the American arrives, offer them a drink.

It will loosen their tongues.

But before that, keep Renotte away from his apartment.

Keep him at the restaurant until it's time for the meeting.

-You’re going to plant a bug? -That’s none of your concern.

Do as I say and don’t ask questions.

-Since they’ll both be there... -The operation will be painless.

I like to avoid unnecessary pain.

Here’s a key to Renotte’s apartment.

-Did Brigitta give you a copy? -You're very perceptive, Hugo.

-Naturally, you warned her... -No.

I’d rather Brigitta be unaware of what will happen.

How would you like it handled?

Inside this, you'll find everything you need to...

operate.

Leo.

-Check, please. -Right away.

We’re in no hurry.

-I'd like another coffee. -Okay.

-You’ll be up all night. -1 wouldn’t complain, pal!

-What's wrong? -Nothing’s wrong.

You've barely said a word all night.

I'm just tired.

Damn! Who can it be at this hour?

Only one way to find out.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

-May I come in? -Of course.

You again? Stubborn, aren’t you?

Yes, when needed.

I said I know nothing. You're wasting your time!

Give it a rest, Renotte.

Did you know Roos kept a record of your dives?

-So what? - I found it.

The last entry was on the eve of his disappearance.

Roos wrote about a grotto and his intention to explore it further.

Leave me out of this. I've had enough of this crap!

It's no use getting upset.

Why don’t you discuss it calmly over a drink?

Whiskey?

Yes, please.

Thank you.

-With soda water? -No, thanks, but...

-Could I grab some ice? -Certainly.

Sure, make yourself at home!

-Come on, Nicolas. -A drink? Now he’ll never leave.

It's only normal to offer.

Would you get my lighter? I left it in the bathroom.

What exactly do you want to know?

Everything about Roos’s death.

You'll end up telling me anyway, so why not right now?

That would be stupid.

You're clumsy too!

Up the stairs!

Enter.

Not in there.

This way.

Step back.

Bravo.

We're going to have a nice, long chat. Where’s the other one?

I was about to ask you that.

Hello? It’s Thibaud.

Call me back at 88-36-82.

I'll be waiting.

Now let’s have that nice, long chat.

Pick that up.

And the phone.

May | have one too?

Please do.

Put the bottle back on the table, please.

That’s right.

Why don’t you drink? Go on, buddy.

Nothing like a good whiskey to raise one’s spirits.

-Yes? - Hello, what number is this?

88-36-82.

Who is this? I want to speak to Thibaud.

Put him on the line.

I don’t believe it! Is that you, Pacha?

-Yes. - This is Hubert Landon.

I mean, Hubert Bonisseur de La Bath.

-How about that? -Are you surprised?

-Is Thibaud there? -Yes, he’s here,

but he’s in no condition to talk right now.

-Why? Is he hurt? -No, just sleeping.

Why don’t you wake him up?

It's not that easy.

Why?

Because he had one drink too many.

Unbelievable!

Call him back tomorrow morning.

I wish I knew why he called.

I'll ask when he wakes up.

Good morning.

But... Where...

-What are you doing here? -It's my room.

But what...

Did you...?

And...?

No, no.

I slept over there. I had sweet dreams.

I merely... saved your life.

Look at your dress.

Did I fall in the water?

No, the water fell on you.

But...

You were half frozen. You could’ve died of pneumonia.

I massaged you with rubbing alcohol from head to toe.

-So you... -No, scout’s honor.

I shut my eyes.

Mostly.

I didn’t see anything anyway.

Well, nothing unusual.

Enough joking. What happened?

You don’t remember?

I came to Renotte’s at 10:00 p.m. We talked and had a drink.

Do you remember now?

I remember that but... After?

After, you fell asleep.

-Why? -1 don’t know.

Maybe the whiskey was drugged.

Why would Nicolas do such a thing?

Nicolas? Who mentioned him?

Who else could have pulled such a prank?

That's one way to put it. I'd call it...

a very nasty trick.

Mysterious Double Murder in Nice

Diving Instructor Killed in His Home

His Presumed Attacker Dead at His Feet

-When can we submerge the detector? -Tonight. Everything has been checked.

Boris, has the control board been connected?

Yes. The white switch will start the timer on the bomb

to seal off the grotto three minutes after we leave.

The black one allows us to blow everything up, just in case.

I hope we won't need it.

This is Mayan.

It's Lucia.

Sacha just arrived from Nice. Join us upstairs at once.

Something has happened and I think it’s serious.

Here. Read this.

Mysterious Double Murder in Nice

POLICE

This villa belongs to a town councillor.

These villas on the cliff have been rented out by a Parisian company.

Some Parisians live in this one.

The other one, I don’t know.

Should I run an identity check?

Certainly not!

Renotte’s murder is sure to arouse the American’s suspicions.

And he’s got Brigitta!

Don’t blame me. I had no choice!

The American entered with another guy. I barely had time to escape by the roof.

Why didn’t you warn Brigitta?

Why? Because I didn't trust her.

I still think you screwed up.

No, I didn't, as the resulting situation proves.

The fact that Brigitta was put to sleep makes Landon trust her.

If he had any doubts about her, they’re gone now.

Perhaps.

But now the American is sure to come here with her.

Since we’re going away, why don’t we just kill him?

I’d rather have him disappear...

accidentally.

It shouldn’t be too difficult.

Tell Manuel to come at once.

Lucia.

Brigitta told us the American is looking for a map

on which Roos marked the position of his last dive.

It's among the papers Abossy found at Roos’s place.

You're going to Ajaccio Airport.

Get ready. I'll give you your instructions later.

Fine.

-You asked for me, boss? -Yes.

You're going to Bonifacio.

You'll watch the hotel and Mr. Landon’s comings and goings.

He’s sure to arrive today.

Would you claim our luggage? I'll pick up the rental car.

Okay.

Good morning, Giséle.

Gentlemen prefer blondes.

She’s my kid sister.

Yes, I can see how close you are.

Give the map to the American. Your instructions are in shorthand.

And remember, just like the rest of us,

your family will have to pay for your actions

if you do not carry out Mayan’s orders.

Yes, I know.

Sign here, please.

-Do you collect them? -What? Little sisters?

No. Small cars.

You didn’t bring back the first one and now you're renting another.

I'm a faithful customer.

Faithful?

Good-bye, Giséle.

-Good morning, madame. -Good morning.

-Good morning, Mr. Landon. -Good morning.

-Keys to your rooms. -Thank you.

Fill out this form, please.

Go up and unpack. I'll park the car and register us.

Okay.

Pardon me, sir.

I knew a Landau in London, Freddy Landau.

I'm sorry, but my name is Landon.

-Really? Excuse me. -No problem.

-Those bags go in the other room. -Yes, madame.

-Excuse me. -Yes?

Could someone park my car? Here’s the form.

-Certainly, sir, right away. -Thanks.

CLOAKROOM

Pacha filled me in. Can I be of service?

Most certainly. What have you found out?

I checked the seaside properties recently rented to foreigners.

-Any luck? -Not really.

Too bad.

I didn’t thank you enough for all this.

I couldn’t take you with me in your pajamas!

I love this purse.

Which reminds me.

I found Roos’s map on the boat. I's in my white purse.

-Is this what you were looking for? -Maybe.

I'll have to check.

Check what?

With your memory, sweetheart.

-Was it here? - I think so.

Here’s what we’ll do.

This afternoon, we’ll rent a boat, and you’ll help me find the grotto.

- I want to, Hubert, but... -But what?

Why not forget about this? Hasn't it already gone too far?

All these dead bodies around you, around us.

I’m stubborn. Once I begin a job, I finish it.

What job?

I have a confession to make.

-I'm not related to William Roos. -But...

I’m investigating for Lloyd’s, an insurance company.

Roos was a rich man and before he left, he took out a life insurance policy.

For his family to inherit, the body must be found.

Now do you understand?

Yes.

Are you sure this is the place?

Yes, I'm sure.

Hubert, it's you!

Quit it! I get it now.

You're working for them. You led me into a trap.

I didn’t! It's not my fault.

-Are you crazy? -1 don’t buy it. You're going to talk.

Where is the base Roos discovered? Go on, talk!

-Feeling better now? -Yes, a little.

-Do you want more? -No, thank you.

Now do you understand what happened?

Who could that be?

I'll go see.

Open up! Police!

Inspector Simonetti, Ajaccio Mobile Brigade.

Is your name Landon?

-Hubert Landon? -That's me.

You’re under arrest for the murder of Nicolas Renotte.

You're crazy. There must be some mistake.

A warrant for your arrest was issued in Nice.

-Come with us. -No. You have no right.

I'm an American citizen! This is unbelievable.

You can tell that to the judge.

Duval, take him away.

This is ridiculous. Wait!

Let me go!

Damn it!

To Ajaccio.

88 MILES

Good morning, Forestier. Here’s our prisoner.

-Good morning, Duval. -Good morning.

How did it feel to arrest a dangerous American agent?

And now, dear colleague,

you’re responsible for the “dangerous agent.”

He’s in your hands.

Thanks for your help, Simonetti.

Are you sure you don’t need us anymore?

I'd love the help, but, legally, you can’t be involved.

And yet you...

As you know, officially, people like us...

do not exist.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Landon.

-Good-bye. -Good-bye.

Let’s go.

To the hotel, fast as you can. There’s no time to lose.

Well?

Hello?

Can you book me a seat on the first plane to either Marseille or Paris?

What?

From Ajaccio or Bastia. I don’t care.

Like the rest of us,

your family will have to pay for your actions...

if you do not carry out Mayan’s orders.

Hello, miss?

I'm calling about your flight to Paris.

No need. I can’t go.

Damn it.

-There’s the car. Brigitta didn’t leave. -Luckily.

Here she comes!

Now she’ll kindly show us the way.

A car, heading for the villa. Hurry! Take the wheel.

Lose something?

Damn, buddy...

He’s out?

-And not coming back. -No kidding.

Your punch has lethal force!

What do we do with him?

We’ll put him back nicely in his car. Will you help me?

Are you coming in or not?

What’s wrong with you?

Is he dead?

No, he’s sleeping. I only used “persuasive” force.

What do we do with this one?

Put him in the trunk. Tidiness is a virtue.

-Here’s a nice toy for you. -It might come in handy.

See those lights? It must be the villa.

Let’s go.

The American escaped from us twice, Brigitta.

How do you explain it?

The first time, I was unconscious.

-Ask Sacha. -I know all about it. That's been settled.

But earlier, in the water, there’s only one possible explanation.

-You warned the American. -No!

It's not my fault he outfought your men.

-You should’ve sent more. -Enough.

-Do you know what fate awaits you? -For me and my family.

But it wasn’t my fault!

You'll explain yourself later, before your judges.

Until then, go to your room.

Take what you need, destroy all traces of your presence,

then join us here.

And hurry up!

Sacha.

Gather all the maps and documents. Make sure nothing’s left in the rooms.

Boris.

-Did you test all the circuits? -Yes.

The detector is ready to be activated.

Good. Pack up the leftover hardware

and go down to the grotto where we'll join you.

That guy will lead you to the grotto’s entrance.

With your rifle, stay back and cover the door.

When they come back out, don’t miss.

Follow him. I'll take care of Brigitta.

She’ll be ripe for the picking.

Come in.

What do you want now?

You know we’re leaving tonight.

Mayan asked me to talk to you.

We'll have plenty of time to talk during the trip.

We won't be alone.

And on arrival, we’ll probably be separated.

Brigitta, understand what I'm saying.

It's our last night.

I'm not complaining. Leave me alone.

Wrong choice.

Mayan thinks you’re guilty.

Only my testimony can save you... or condemn you.

The choice is yours.

Go away!

I was the only one who was ever kind to you.

You, Mayan and his whole gang. I hate you all!

You weren’t so picky with the American.

Hubert!

See, sweetheart? You shouldn’t have left me.

Watch out!

Brigitta, what are you...

Hands up. Step back.

Do you really think you'll get away with this, Mr. Landon?

Why not?

Get up.

You're very optimistic.

True enough.

Lead me to the grotto. Now!

Didn’t Brigitta show you the way yet?

Drop your gun, Mr. Landon.

You were too optimistic, Mr. Landon.

How deep should we submerge the detector?

I'll tell you.

Stop.

-Are you satisfied? -Yes, Lucia.

If the detector works as expected,

it will be the end of the world’s atomic submarines.

All they have is this one prototype detector, right?

Echo in Area 3.

-Range? -About 10,000 feet.

It's them. The boat’s here. Activate the detector.

Test successful.

-How about the automatic relays? -Activated since this morning.

Good. Set the boat’s transmitter to this frequency.

-All right. -Will it take long?

Two minutes, once we're on board.

We'll leave immediately after this final check.

What about the American?

Mr. Landon will be our guest.

Our services will know how to make him talk

and after that, maybe negotiate an exchange.

Did you hear that?

Yes. But what will they do to you?

I’ll be judged and convicted.

Neither Mayan nor Sacha will exonerate me.

Device in place.

Meeting time and place, unchanged.

I’m sending Sacha and Boris to tune your transmitter

and proceed with the final test.

Over and out.

Sacha.

Boris.

Go now and take the prisoners with you.

If you please, Mr. Landon.

See?

I trust you.

But be warned, Boris has strict orders.

If you try to escape, you'll be shot.

Follow me, please.

As soon as you’re aboard,

-send the Chris-Craft back for us. -Will do.

-What was that? -The Chris-Craft.

I thought I heard a shot.

Shoot! Shoot him!

We're going back. Quick, turn the boat around.

-Why did you kill him? Are you crazy? -But he was about to...

What a waste! I meant to bring him to Washington to hear his life story.

You can hear mine. I know almost as much as he did.

Take the wheel.

Thanks.

It's useless, Lucia. They've found us.

All the work we’ve done these past months is now compromised.

But the facility, the secret machines?

They won’t find them.

I know too much to be taken alive.

We know too much, Mayan.

Mayan blew up the whole thing, and themselves with it!

Sweetheart,

-is there anyone left to accuse you now? -No.

-Your family has nothing more to fear? -Thanks to you.

Who's that man waving his arms?

Forestier. He's a great guy.

-A friend of yours? -Yes.

What are we going to do with him?

Nothing, but I have to say good-bye to him.

And to you too.