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I hate to tell you this, but one or more of you

charming young ladies is a thief.

What are you doing in England?

I've been chasin' down those stolen jewels.

Maybe a murderer in the bargain.

What are you doing in France?

The two of you get on the first plane back to New York.

That is on order! That is final!

[whistling]

[tires screeching]

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[glass creaking]

[table clanking]

[torch clicking]

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[engine rumbling]

Eva on P.A.: Ladies and gentlemen,

would you please return to your seats

and fill out your immigration cards.

If you have any problems, one of us will be more than happy

to assist you.

We will be landing at the London Airport

in approximately 20 minutes.

Thank you.

[applauding]

Until later, my dear.

[engine rumbling]

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[lock clacking]

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[gunshot]

You?

[engine whirring]

I have special order A-T 29,

two diabetic dinners, flight 68.

- Where are they? - They'll be here.

And what're they gonna do with their jewels?

You're getting over anxious, Sabrina.

Eva: These do not go aboard for another 15 minutes.

There is plenty of time.

[engine rumbling]

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Three more, please.

Well, two of my sunbathers seem to be missing.

Maria and Vicki didn't make the flight.

- Was there trouble? - We don't know.

We haven't heard a word from them

since we left Sir Thomas' flat.

I hope neither one of them was carrying the Marchesa.

Well, without this our entire project is meaningless.

You still plan to go through with it?

Haven't found any reason not to.

I'll give you two...

Vicki and Maria.

Something went wrong, Alex.

There was nothing in the newspapers about an arrest.

There wasn't anything about a robbery either.

Yes, it's curious.

Or clever.

If the English fuzz did grab them,

they just might not want to tip us off.

No. You underestimate yourself, Sabrina.

You girls have come up in the world under my astute tutelage.

You've embarrassed half the police departments in Europe.

Believe me, if Scotland Yard had our friends

they'd be bumping into each other taking bows.

Then what happened to them?

I hate to tell you this, but one or more of you

charming young ladies is a thief.

Thank you.

Thank you.

That sounds like more than a bad joke, Alex.

I never make jokes, and I'm being cheated even.

These are Interpol reports on our latest endeavors.

In each case, there's one or two items

that show up on the reports that didn't show up here.

At the moment it adds up something like $200,000.

Now apparently, someone is building a private nest egg

at the expense of the others.

And you think that's why Vicki and Maria split?

Well, you must admit it's an intriguing possibility.

If it's true, I'd like to get my hands on them.

If it's true true, there won't be enough left of 'em.

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Joe: This city averages three and a half homicides a day,

now they want us to solve one that happened 3000 miles away.

Sam: What do we know about this Maria Ramirez?

Joe: They fished her body out of the Thames last night.

- Well, you got any leads? - Not much.

Guess that's what they're hoping we'll come up with on this end.

- Joe! Joe: You got something?

Yeah.

Joe: If it is real, it's worth a fortune.

Chief sent us over here to see if we could find

a lead in a murder case, I think maybe we found it.

[knocking on door]

Brian: Ms. Erickson, are you there?

[doorknob clanking]

You bet.

[knocking on door]

[door clanking]

[door opens]

Jewelry, huh? What kind of jewelry?

One piece was in the shape of a large butterfly

covered with stones.

I thought you could check the hot sheet.

If that butterfly is three inches across

and covered with diamonds, I don't have to

check the hot sheet.

The Sherry Netherlands Job.

I've got a unit on the way, chief.

Don't touch anything, above all, don't make any arrests.

Right, chief.

Wouldn't you know?

Toughest jewel ring we've come up against,

McCloud and his clodhoppers tripped over the first lead.

[clanking]

[door clanking]

[door opens]

You've got something that belongs to my client,

and he wants it back!

[gasping]

Stay here and keep your eye on that building.

Simms: Right. Joe: I'll fill you in a minute.

[sighing] Little girls who lie don't go to heaven.

- I said, the diamond brooch. - The Marchesa?

Oh, that's marvelous.

Now we're communicating.

Where is it?

[indistinct chattering]

Anything?

[indistinct chattering]

Well, there sure is a row goin' on in there.

I can't make it out though.

Chief says to take it slow. It could be big.

Simms and Hanson are downstairs. I got to fill them in.

Hang onto this, and give a holler if you need any help.

I don't even know where it is now.

In a month or two it will be in London.

You get one week! One week!

And then Sir Thomas goes to the coppers...

and you, you'll go to the nick

until that pretty little face of yours

is as withered as a sad old prune.

And, uh, by the way, love...

I'm on a retainer, so I'll be keeping you company

until you settle up...

one way or the other, darling.

[door closes]

[whistling]

The doorman just gave me the high sign.

The guy leavin' is the one went up to the apartment.

You take him, Joe. I'll stay with whoever's inside.

Right.

[engine sputtering]

You with me, McCloud?

Loud and clear, Simms.

Simms: Looks like bat day in Shea stadium.

The doorman just signaled us. We got two more players.

[door thudding]

[gasping]

Well, Vicki...

- You certainly-- - Maria's dead.

Sir Thomas shot her.

I hit him. I almost killed him.

There was nothing in the paper about any of this.

There probably won't be, for at least for a week.

Why a week?

Sir Thomas hired someone to get his jewels back,

especially the Marchesa brooch.

If it isn't returned within a week, he will go to the police.

Eva: We'll let Alex handle this.

We're due at the airport in 20 minutes.

I'm not going, Eva! I'm through.

I can do a lot of running in a week.

We're all tied together, Vicki.

You do something foolish and the rest of us suffer.

Besides, if the police don't get you, Alex will.

Your ladies are leaving, McCloud.

- All of 'em? - No just two.

What happened to the other one?

Maybe she's expecting another group.

I think she's on her way down.

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[whistling]

[tires screeching]

Hey, what's the matter with you, Mac?

You want to get yourself killed?

McCloud: Official police business.

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McCloud?

- Thank you very much. - What're you doing here?

Those three stewardesses are workin' a flight to London.

- Which one? - Flight 19.

That's funny.

Our friend just bought a ticket on the same flight.

His name is Brian Stone.

That's all I could come up with.

- McCloud, where're you going? - London.

London?

We're tied into a murder, Joe, and enough stolen jewels

to stuff a good sized turkey, we can't drop it now.

But we don't have any jurisdiction in London.

You read your police manual, Joe. Section 12-8-7.

The law of close pursuit.

If a duly authorized police officer runs the risk

of losing a suspected felon due to jurisdictional boundaries,

said officer may crossover said boundaries

and continue his pursuit of said suspect.

But that was only intended to cover going into Jersey.

Don't pick lint, Joe. You're quibblin'.

- Well, where are they? - Who?

McCloud and Broadhurst. Who else?

- They took off. - Took off where?

They didn't say.

There better be more than furniture in that apartment.

This is official business.

We'd like two tickets to London, flight 19.

You can charge 'em to the New York City Police Department,

care of Chief Peter B. Clifford.

- McCloud. - Give me your wrist, Joe.

- What for? - You're under arrest.

[engine whirring]

We'd like a quite corner to ourselves.

- Is he dangerous? - Afraid so, ma'am.

Oh. You can sit right here in the lounge.

- Much obliged. - What did he do?

Wouldn't want you to hear it.

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Man on P.A.: Air France, flight 10-14,

is now ready for boarding.

All passengers holding...

Hello, Chief Clifford.

Ah, Chief Inspector Mills, Scotland Yard.

We have your two officers here, McCloud and Broadhurst.

You have them?

I don't understand.

They're going through immigration now.

Immigration? Immigration where?

Well, London, of course.

London? London, England?

There he is, marshal.

Uh, Marshal McCloud, I'm Mills of Scotland Yard.

Your Chief Clifford would like a word with you.

- Chief inspector. - Hm?

Yeah, chief?

McCloud, have you lost your mind?

What are you doing in England?

We're chasing down those stolen jewels,

maybe a murderer in the bargain.

McCloud, there were no jewels in that apartment.

Now would you mind taking the time

to tell me what you're up to?

Marshal, your gentleman suspect is at the baggage area.

Chief, I don't have time to explain it to you now.

As a matter of fact, I don't have the time to

know what we got yet, but we got something,

and you were right, it's big.

I-- I'll keep in touch, chief.

What is it precisely is it we're after?

Rings, brooches, bracelets, the works.

[engine revving]

Sam: I figure these stewardesses could be transporting

the stolen goods from country to country.

You've actually seen these pieces of jewelry?

Oh, you bet you. With my own eyes.

The jewels were in the girls' possession

until they made contact with a man named Stone,

Brian Stone.

And then the gems were gone.

Now he was on the plane with them,

and he's in that car right up ahead.

[telephone buzzing]

Yes?

Oh, that's good. Yeah.

Yes, well, maintain your surveillance.

Everyone who goes in or out.

Your three stewardesses went directly to London

and checked into a hotel.

Man 1: Inspector. Mills: Yes, I see it.

- Something wrong? - Yes.

He's heading for the Devonshire Club.

Strictly upper crust.

I mean, political, financial, whatever.

Good. Maybe he's leading us right to the top man.

Well, that's bad.

I mean, even to catch a top man, you... [chuckling]

you don't go bursting into the Devonshire Club uninvited.

Well, I mean, it just isn't done.

[gunshot]

When will I get the Marchesa?

- May take another week. - That's cutting it too close.

Look, you didn't want to make waves.

That means I have to be gentle,

and you have got to be patient.

- Alright? - Alright. One week.

But that's the outside. I must have that brooch back.

I'm afraid you've made a mistake, marshal.

You know him?

Well, everyone knows Sir Thomas Langdon.

One of the most decorated Spitfire pilots of World War II.

Mills: Cinderella financier, and he married royalty.

He's a regular folk hero.

Doesn't make much sense.

- Does it? - What?

Why would a man like that would be involved

with a jewel thief ring, murder maybe.

Marshal, I assure you, you're on the wrong track,

and I'm afraid I cannot permit you to disturb Sir Thomas.

Uh, Chief Inspector, the suspect is just passing something

to Sir Thomas.

Well, this isn't going to sit well with number one.

Look, trust me, will you?

Everything's worked out alright so far.

- They found the girl's body. - Well...

They didn't find her on your doorstep though, did they?

You don't see cops buzzing all over the place, do you?

Sir Thomas?

I'll take charge here, marshal.

This is a private club. May I ask what you're doing here?

Uh, Chief Inspector Mills. I'm sorry to disturb you, sir,

but we've been asked to cooperate on an inquiry.

What sort of inquiry?

Uh, jewels and such.

Mills: That might tie into a murder.

Murder?

What in blazes could that possibly have to do with me?

Does superintendent Rogers know you've come here?

Well, actually, no, sir.

Then I suggest you go back and take

the matter up with him.

If he chooses to endorse

this unwarranted intrusion,

I'll deal with him.

Sir Thomas, there's no reason to take offense.

If you'll just cooperate, why,

we can can take care this real easy.

Just who is this?

Uh, this is Marshal McCloud from T-- T-- Taos, New Mexico.

- Close enough. - Where?

McCloud: I'm on temporary assignment

with the New York City Police Department.

Now, if you'll just show us that box that passed

between you two of you,

we can get this settled real easy.

Is that what this is all about?

I'm afraid it is.

Is this what you're talking about?

Well, it seems to be.

Mills: Hm. Is this all he gave you, sir?

Yes, it is, but to complete this travesty,

I want you to search my person,

and whilst you're at it, Mr. Stone as well...

I don't recall your mentioning any pearls, marshal.

Mr. Stone, would you mind telling me

where you got these pearls?

Tell him.

From a certain young lady who--

A young lady I'd met on an airplane

with whom I'd spent several,

shall we say, evenings...

apparently decided to help herself to my wife's pearls.

Hm.

Well, she had mighty good taste.

If you're referring to the pearls,

marshal, you're quite correct.

They're valued at over 10,000 pounds.

Twenty-five thousand American dollars.

You make a habit of keepin' $25,000 pearls laying around?

You've a good point.

The truth of the matter is I don't remember.

I seem to recall showing them to her,

we'd had a few drinks.

I'm suppose she felt I'd actually given them to her.

In any case. Mr. Stone, acting on my behalf,

was able to come to terms with the young lady.

You bought back your own pearls?

My wife is due back from St. Moritz in one week.

I'd have paid any price to settle this matter

before her return.

I quite understand, sir.

If you have no more questions, marshal, we'll be on our way.

Sir Thomas, the girl that you met on the airplane,

was she a stewardess?

As a matter of fact she was, Ms. Erickson, Vicki Erickson.

And the only thing she took was the pearls?

Yes. As far as I'm concerned this matter is now closed.

As far as Scotland Yard is concerned,

the matter is closed as well, sir.

Please accept my apologies for this intrusion.

Under the circumstances, I suppose you thought

you were doing your job.

- Good day. Good day, marshal. - Good day.

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Mills: Marshal, let me be frank...

I don't thing you have enough evidence to warrant

pursuing this any further.

I can't blame you for feeling the way that you do.

And I don't expect you to put in any more time

on this for my sake.

Oh, that's very civilized.

I thought we were going to have trouble convincing you.

Oh, no, no, no, sir.

You-- you've been more than cooperative.

You can just drop me down in London anywhere it's convenient.

Oh, just as convenient to drop you back at the airport.

Well, it's kinda far, the airport.

Besides, my sergeant probably got us

checked into a hotel by now.

Marshal, you are going home, aren't you?

I mean, we did decide it was foolish

to put any more time into this thing, didn't we?

Well, I believe that we decided it was foolish

for you to spend any more of your time on this.

As long as I'm here, I might as well just

nose around a little more.

Marshal McCloud, I am trying very hard to treat you

with the same respect and courtesy

I would hope to be shown to me in your country.

But you are making that very difficult.

Now, I am asking you...

No, I am ordering you to cease and desist all activities

relating to official police business.

I mean, you, you have no authority here.

You're a guest and a very temporary one at that.

Do I make myself clear?

Coming in like a backwoods preacher on a cold night.

Alright, I give up. What does that mean?

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Well, now, you don't really expect me to believe

that Sir Thomas Langdon, Lord Knight of the realm

shot a thief caught in the act of a robbery,

and then for some obscure reason dumped her body into the Thames?

I don't know why he did it, he just did it.

Or more likely, Maria caught you

with your finger in the cookie jar

and got herself killed for her trouble.

What're you talking about now?

About $200,000 worth of extras that one of you girls,

or all of you together,

has been holding back from each of the robberies.

If I'd had $200,000 worth of jewels hidden away

when I saw Maria lying there,

I would have run so far you'd never have seen me again.

That, at least, has a ring of truth about it.

That leaves us with a question...

Why didn't Sir Thomas report the robbery or the shooting?

What difference does it make?

He's given us one week to get the brooch back,

then he's going to the police.

One week.

Is that all you have to say?

Well, this is a time for thinking not for talking.

- What is there to think about? - The possibilities.

The possibility of stepping up our timetable...

stealing the whole Marchesa collection

within the next three days.

You're crazy. It can't be done.

No, no, no. It might work to our advantage.

Three different countries in three days.

We'd have each piece of the collection in our hands

before three different police departments

could compare notes and see the pattern of what we're after.

And then what?

Then we quit for good.

And by Sunday when the police begin to see what happened,

we'll all be in Rio.

Not all, Alex.

There's one we can't take with us.

Mills: Very young, very lovely.

Hardly a fitting end.

Okay.

[scoffing] So far, we haven't turned up a clue.

- Lots of coincidences though. - Such as?

Well, the girl that steals a string of pearls

from Sir Thomas Langdon is also the girl in whose room

we find thousands of dollars worth of jewels.

Being a little dishonest

is like being a little bit pregnant, marshal.

Sooner or later it leads to bigger things.

Inspector, if a girl is mixed up with robberies

in the hundreds of thousands, you tell me...

why would she go back to lifting a single strand of pearls

off an old man?

Old man?

Well, Sir Thomas isn't any older than I am.

And quite likely the girl merely found him attractive and...

[chuckling] Well, I mean, she couldn't help herself.

Any more coincidences troubling you?

Yes, there's one big one.

Maria Ramirez is murdered,

and she's also tied in very closely with Vicki Erickson

and the jewels.

That's... interesting theory, marshal.

I'll try and keep in touch with you in New York and let you know

what happens this end.

Well, to tell you the truth, inspector,

I wasn't figurin' on goin' back to New York just yet.

Marshal, neither those girls nor Brian Stone

took any jewels off that plane.

We've proved that both electronically

and to my satisfaction, logically.

Naturally, the pearls didn't show up on the test

because they have no metal base.

Those rings and brooches, on the other hand,

would certainly have triggered the airline sensing devices.

Hence, no jewels, no contraband, no case.

Now, I, um...

I didn't want to have to put it quite this way,

but, uh, I had a chat with your Chief Clifford.

He wants you to leave for America at once.

- McCloud. - Joe.

- Did she come up with anything? - Not much.

Ms. Erickson took a bus ride, sat next to a guy.

I couldn't get close enough to pick up anything

without being spotted.

- That's all? - No, one more thing.

- A wire from the chief. - Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Well, I, I think I've already got that message.

Unless our services are specifically requested

by the London Police Department,

we're to return home on the first available flight.

Yes. That would be at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning.

I took the liberty of, uh, confirming space for you.

[engine whirring

Have got a couple tickets for Marshal McCloud

and Sergeant Broadhurst, New York City?

Allow me, marshal.

These tickets were wired to care of me early this morning.

My instructions were to see that you got off without difficulty.

I wonder if this is anything like being

run out of town on a rail.

[chuckling] That's what I like about you Yanks,

you have such a keen sense of humor.

Ah, you, you better hurry aboard now.

Have a safe journey.

And give my best to your chief.

Cheerio.

McCloud: There you go, Joe.

Seats 10, D and E. Right down here on your left.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Morning. - Good morning.

Seats 5, A and C. Right down on your left.

Thank you.

I'll flip you for the window, Joe.

[Joe chuckling] You take it. I can't stand heights.

- Miss... Woman 1: Yes.

Ah, you see that plane sittin' over yonder...

Can you tell me where that's goin'?

Hm, that's 42. Our morning flight to Paris.

Much obliged.

Wait a minute. Now, this is one too many coincidences.

- What is? - Take a look.

We'd like to turn these tickets back in.

- Very well, sir. - McCloud...

We're suppose to leave this in the hands of

the local police officials, they know what they're doing.

Local police department doesn't know anything about in Paris.

Maybe Brian Stone is still

working on the case for Sir Thomas.

Well, that's just the problem, Joe.

There're just too many "Maybes" starin' us in the face.

Maybe Sir Thomas was lyin' when he said the case was closed.

Maybe these girls are carryin' stuff

they don't even know about.

Maybe that's why Brian Stone's following 'em.

And maybe that puts them in the same danger

that got their friend Maria Ramirez killed.

That's an awful lot of "Maybes."

I knew you'd agree with me.

I'm sorry, sir, but these tickets are not refundable.

Except at the point of purchase in New York City.

We don't want a refund, want to trade 'em in.

Man 2: On what, sir? - Two tickets to Paris.

[instrumental music]

Good mornin', ma'am.

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Alex: I'm not surprised to find Sabrina's our little traitor.

You're taking it very lightly

considering she could get us all put away.

I don't intend to spend the next 20 years

locked up with nothing but women.

That would be a waste.

However, I can't allow ourselves to over react.

What does that mean?

That it's difficult to find someone with Sabrina's

knowledge of electrical circuits and security systems,

who hasn't at least dabbled in burglary.

And without that certain degree of professionalism, you girls

would have set off half the alarms in Europe by now.

Alright, Alex.

I guess we need her for the time being.

But there's another problem and this one needs dealing with now.

Well, that's what I'm here for. What is it?

We've picked up a traveling companion, a cop.

You saved that for last.

Well, he's not a regular cop.

And to tell you the truth, I don't know what he is.

He was on the plane from New York

and then on the flight again this morning from London.

- He's American? - Is he ever.

He wears a cowboy hat,

boots, six-gun, the whole works.

That's not a cop, that's a cowboy.

I suggest you take him more seriously, Alex. I do.

Alright, you came to Alex to fix it, I'll fix it.

Okay.

- Excuse me. - Oui, monsieur?

Uh, you see, I'm kind of a stranger in these parts,

but, uh, that girl was just about the prettiest girl

that I've ever seen.

Ah, y-- yes.

Would you mind if I took her glass just to remember her by?

Would, uh, would that take care of it?

Oh, oui, monsieur. Very generous.

But, uh, that is his glass you are holding, not hers.

Well, a glass is a glass.

Vicki: What about security?

Well, we will enter one by one through the east entrance.

The guard there is a member of the permanent staff,

but he has an eye for a shapely leg and a taste for the grape.

We shall see that both of those desires are satisfied.

[knock on door]

Alright, see who it is.

Marshal McCloud.

Miss Erickson?

- Vicki Erickson, is it? - Yes?

You know, I had a hard time finding your hotel.

Aren't you going to invite the marshal in, Vicki?

Oh, yes, of course, marshal.

Thank you, ma'am.

I won't take, but a minute of your time.

Well, take as much as you want.

Is this visit official, marshal?

Well, I really don't have any official authority

here in Paris, France, but even if I did, I, uh,

I really can't imagine my calling on you

lovely young ladies as being anything except pure pleasure.

They sure must pile it high back in New Mexico.

As long as I'm here I thought maybe I might mix

a little business with pleasure.

How's that?

I was hoping maybe I could persuade

Miss Erickson to have dinner with me.

Got a couple of questions I'd like to get answered.

Q-- questions?

About what?

About Maria Ramirez.

[instrumental music]

You're about as quiet as a moth in a cotton box.

I'm sorry, you haven't asked me one question about Maria.

I want to find out who killed her.

I'm afraid it's not a very appetizing subject, marshal.

I have a proposition to make.

Okay.

Tonight we share the beauty of Paris.

Tomorrow I'll tell you about Maria.

Deal?

You know, a man would be plumb foolish

to turn that down.

Would you like to see the wine list, monsieur?

Oh, no, that's, uh, that's alright.

Just bring us some Chateau Lafite Rothschild

in your cheapest year.

[chuckles] Certainly, monsieur.

I must say you're not at all what I expected.

- Really? - Of a cowboy, I mean.

Well, French restaurants are most all the same.

I suspect that's true even in France.

You just order a champagne before, and cognac after

and you make a fuss over what comes in between.

[laughs]

Vicki: Oh, Sam, I have enjoyed myself.

Well, you don't have to sound so surprised about it.

Well, it's been a long time since I've been able

to laugh with a man.

Well, you're a little young to have cut yourself off

from half the world.

Well, let's say I opened up a little too much

to the wrong one.

Your husband?

- Someone else's. - Oh.

Excuse me, I didn't mean to get nosy.

[chuckles]

Ever since I was a little girl I could see only one thing,

standing on the highest platform,

accepting an Olympic gold medal for my country.

- Swimming? - Gymnastics.

I made it to the Olympics, but that's as far as I got.

So I, uh, decided to find out what I'd been missing

for all those years.

You know, a girl meets a great many men flying...

a lot of them married.

I thought I'd fall in love with one of the unmarried ones.

It took me three years to find out

my new life was a lie.

Well, that's, that's not the end of the world.

It's not a very good beginning either.

I have a plan, Sam.

Call it a philosophy.

Grab what you can when you can and then build your own world.

So when I go back home it will be to stay.

[switch clicks]

Paris.

Nothin' else works, why should the light?

Joe!

Joe, are you here?

[clattering]

LeBlanc: The fingerprints you have given us

belong to a man named Alex Demarest.

Well, then he does have a criminal record?

Oh, yes.

I would say he is one of the

three biggest fences

in this country or

any country for that matter.

He is international.

- Jewels? - Yes.

[knock on door]

- Chief. - Yeah, what is it?

I sent a car out to the airport to pick up McCloud

and Broadhurst just like you said.

Fine, fine, I'll put you in for a promotion.

I'll settle for McCloud and Broadhurst.

They weren't on the airplane.

Jeanie, get me Inspector Mills in London.

- I already called London. - What?

I thought you'd want me to follow up on this thing.

And...

I, uh, I spoke to Inspector Mills.

He said he put McCloud and Broadhurst on the airplane,

watched them get on board personally.

Alright, then where are they?

- Search me. - Search you?

LeBlanc: An incredible collection.

I recognize at least two of these pieces from robberies

right here in Paris.

Yes, some of them look familiar to me too.

Would you care to interrogate the man in whose possession

we found these gems?

Yes, I'd like that very much.

Might be very interesting.

An anonymous tip led to his capture.

McCloud...

Paris, France?

I don't know anybody in...

Yes, sir. It's me, sir.

- What are you doing in France? - It's a very long story, sir.

But I think we're making progress in our case.

What case?

I never assigned you to any case.

Now you listen to me, Broadhurst.

The two of you get on the first plane back to New York.

That is an order. That is final.

I am putting you and your career on the line

to see that it's carried out.

Clifford: Is that clear? - Yes, sir, only...

Yes, sir, only what?

Yes, sir, only I think I'll think I'll need your help

to get McCloud out of jail.

Well, I thought he was going to come right through the phone.

However, your chief did vouch for your authenticity,

although he pointed out rather strenuously

that you are not one of his regular men.

I'll settle for that.

Le Blanc: And now that we have cleared that up,

I would appreciate a complete run down

on your list of suspects, so that we may begin investigating

tonight's jewel robbery.

- Tonight's jewel robbery? - Same MO as the others.

This time they got away with something called

the Marchesa earrings.

Joe, I told you we was on the right track.

Exactly what track is that, monsieur?

The same track we've been followin'

ever since we left New York City.

Joe, they planted those stolen jewels on me to keep me

out of circulation, so they could pull off their latest job.

Now if you'll just open the door, we'll get on with it.

Uh, unfortunately, you will have to remain out of circulation

for just a little while longer.

- What do you mean? - You're a foreign national.

We have to go through miles of paperwork

before we can release you.

Well, can't you cut through some of it?

[sighs] A civil servant's job is precarious at best.

We stand on a foundation of paper.

The higher the paper, the more secure the foundation.

But you should be out by morning.

By that time the girls will be gone, and so will the jewels.

LeBlanc: No, no, no, no, no.

I will go and check on them immediately.

Do you mind if my partner goes along with you?

If I was not so secure in my job,

I might take offense at that.

However, I would be delighted to have the sergeant accompany me.

Unofficially, of course.

Stay close by, Joe.

Look at the bright side, McCloud.

If we do catch 'em, maybe the chief will forget

about that departmental hearing he's talking about.

Oh, yes, we checked on those ladies

very thoroughly, MonsieurMcCloud.

- And? - Charming.

Lovely. Delightful.

- What about the jewels? - Hmm? No jewels.

Inspector, those girls were mixed up in a robbery last night

and I'd bet my bottom dollar on it.

Save your money. Even if you are right you cannot prove it.

Not without the Marchesa earrings and they are gone.

Just like the girls.

They're gone? You mean they left?

Oh, yes, early this morning.

- Where'd they go? Joe: Oh, no, McCloud.

This time it's my neck on the line.

I promised to deliver you. And I mean to keep that promise.

Joe, Joe, if we go home now, you know what we're gonna look like?

Like a couple of hosed-down spaniels coming in

with their tails between their legs.

'Cause the only way that we're gonna come out

is-- is to prove that we were right all along.

McCloud, don't do this to me.

Come on, inspector, which way did they go?

Well, why not?

If you are so determined, you will find out sooner or later.

They went to the city of seven hills.

[droning]

Do you realize how many hotels there are in Rome?

How are we going to find them?

Ladies as pretty as those three

traveling together, we'll find 'em.

Buongiorno.

Do you, uh...

Do you mind if I come in?

I can come back another time now if it's...

- You alone? - Yes.

The others are...

Sam, what are you doing in Rome?

Well, now, that's, that's not very friendly of you, is it?

I'm sorry, I, I have a suspicious nature.

Yeah, you sure do, especially where men are concerned.

Well, I wasn't always that way.

Sam, what is it that you want?

Well, now as I recall seems like we had us a little deal

back there in Paris, you remember that?

You were going to answer a few questions for me

but you kind of flew the coop before you got around town.

- Oh, yes. - Hmm.

Well, it, uh, it slipped my mind.

- Yeah. - We've, uh, changed plans.

Well, that actually is one of the things

that I wanted to kinda ask you about was that plan of yours.

Which plan was that?

The one to build a whole new world for yourself.

Oh, yes. Yes, that plan.

Yeah, it just seems to me like it's gonna take a heap of money

to build a new world from the ground up, you know what I mean?

Yes, I, uh, I suppose it will.

I just hope that you're not figurin' on gettin' there

by a shortcut that could get you lost along the way.

Sam, why are we talking about me?

Our deal was to answer questions about Maria.

Yeah, well, that's, uh, that's kinda the trouble.

You see, I, I really have a hard time separating your lives.

Seems to me you could end up the same way.

Sam...

would you be interested in a new proposition?

[crackling]

Well, I must say that you have a novel way

of changing the subject.

Just wanting to make sure that your stay in Rome is memorable.

Well, if it's as memorable as my stay in Paris,

I'm gonna be thinking about you for a long time.

May we both get what we want, Sam.

And may it be what we want when we get it.

[laughter]

[instrumental music]

You're late.

My man's been here and gone three times.

Now you know that's no good.

We've got troubles.

We've got $200,000 worth of rocks.

Now what kind of troubles could we have?

They're gone.

What's gone, Sabrina?

The stash, I went to pack it away this morning

before the flight to Rome and they were gone.

I hope you're joking.

I hope you're just testing our relationship.

I hope this is just your misguided way

of putting me on because if it isn't,

I am going to break every bone in your pretty little body.

You're talking as though it's my fault.

You seem to forget that I copped the stuff in the first place.

- Who's the dude, Sabrina? - What dude?

The cat who slipped in here on your pretty little tail

as if you didn't know.

I swear I didn't know he was here.

[chuckles] Then I suppose you don't know

who he is either then, huh?

Cal, he's been handcuffed to a man

with a cowboy hat on and cowboy boots.

Girl, I don't know what you've been smokin'

but I want you to get me a couple of lids.

Then I want you to get those rocks back.

I have already borrowed against the proceeds,

do you understand? There is no turning back.

Cal, they're gone.

What do you want me to do, complain to Alex?

If Alex or one of the girls had found it,

wouldn't they have said something?

I thought about that.

If Alex thought I had it, he would kill me.

Then that's it.

It's somebody else.

How long you say that dude's been following you?

Since we left New York.

And that's where the stash was hidden.

Girl, how stupid can you be?

You think he's a cop?

What else could he be?

[applause]

I want you to get up and walk out of here

and if our friend follows you, cut through

the alley way at the Piazza Laverne.

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

[dramatic music]

[clicks]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[music continues]

[engine cranking]

Chief, there's a call for you on one.

- It's from Rome. - Rome, New York?

Rome, Italy.

If this is our pair of gypsy police officers,

I wonder which one's in jail this time.

Hello? Speaking.

Yes?

When?

How bad is it?

Yes, thank you, I'd appreciate that.

Goodbye.

- What is it? - Broadhurst's... been hurt.

Bad?

[sighs] Could be.

Tell Jeanie to get me on the first flight to Rome.

I'll be in the commissioner's office trying to explain

what's going on.

- What is going on? - I don't know.

Don't worry, I'll try and make it look as if

we know what we're doing.

When I get my hands on that McCloud...

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[thuds]

Remember, that floor is so sensitive

a moth could set off the alarm. If you drop something

you're gonna have to get out of here on your own.

I'll be long gone.

Go ahead.

[cracking]

[dramatic music]

[alarm blaring]

Late last night, this other man who claims to be

a, a New York City policeman,

he's caught in the Roma Museum right in the middle

of the biggest robbery in years.

The question, on which side of the law is this man working?

I, uh, I've been wondering that myself lately.

Hello, chief.

- He's mine. - Yeah, I'll leave you now.

Want to have a few words with your Mr. McCloud?

Oh, not necessarily, but I guess it's inevitable.

Gracia. Arrivederci.

Uh, ciao.

Oh, what's new, McCloud?

Do me a favor, will you? Don't do any of your numbers on me.

I know that I broke every rule in the book getting here

and maybe it's not going to turn out right,

but I know that I'm right about one thing,

those girls are up to their pretty little wings

in the biggest jewel ring in 50 years.

Can you prove that?

Not sittin' here I can't.

That's your trouble, McCloud. You're a loner.

You think this is still 1870

and the whole world is your private little boomtown.

Well, it just doesn't work that way.

You got any idea where Joe is right now?

No, we decided to split up so we can watch more than

one of those girls at the same time.

Well, that didn't work out too well either...

- Joe's in the hospital. - How'd that happen?

He took a slug in the shoulder, but he'll be alright.

- I'm sorry about that. - Well, that's a start.

But I'm not so sure it would've been any different

if we'd been in New York City.

You can't follow one woman or one man with a posse.

Sooner or later it comes down to one on one.

And sometimes it means gettin' hurt.

Alright, alright, get to the point.

Those girls are not working for an international jewel ring.

They are the international jewel ring.

It was Calvin Jones, but I don't know how to prove it.

Well, if they ever find him that slug of yours

he's carrying around will be a good beginning.

Anybody figure out how he fits into

the stewardesses' operation?

The Italian police have evidence that Calvin Jones

was, was making arrangements to unload stolen jewels.

But there's nothing tangible to tie Calvin Jones' plans

with Sabrina Crawford, unless you go in with that theory.

I prefer to keep an open mind.

Chief, somebody's going through an awful lot of trouble

to get me and Joe out of action.

Now, you don't just dump $200,000 worth of jewels

to frame a cop unless that cop is gettin' close.

McCloud, I gave the commissioner my word I'd have things

wrapped up here and be back in 24 hours.

McCloud: Well, alright, you're the boss. You're the boss.

Just seems to me since you've come this far,

it seems like a dirty shame if you don't solve the case,

it's only going to take a few hours more.

Careful, chief, it's the same reasoning he used on me.

Just how do you figure a ring that's gone unchecked

for ten months can be wrapped up in a few hours?

Well, it helps when you know what their next job

is going to be.

Oh.

Alright, McCloud, what've you got?

Now there are four pieces of jewelry in the world

known as the Marchesa Collection.

In the past ten days, two of those four have been stolen.

Of the remaining two, one is in London

and it's owned by Sir Thomas Langdon.

- And the other one? - It's in Monte Carlo.

Alright, for the sake of argument, let's say the ring

is out to pick off the whole collection.

What makes you so sure you know which one they'll go after next?

Because all four of my suspects left Rome this morning,

and they flew to Monte Carlo.

[indistinct announcement on PA]

[indistinct chatter]

I've been looking all over for you.

Yeah? You should have started here first.

Anything?

Sabrina: You're carrying a bullet inside you.

You've got to see a doctor.

Okay, girl, let me tell you something.

I didn't come all the way from Boonville to Monte Carlo

to be sittin' in a hotel room.

What're you doin' carrying that paper around if there's nothing

in it about me.

Sabrina, you're lying.

Sir Thomas Langdon was shot and killed last night.

Langdon? Ain't that the dude y'all ripped off last week?

He got ripped off again. This time for good.

The funny thing is, I thought we cleaned him out.

Oh. I guess the cat just wasn't living right.

Let me see.

You want to see it? It'll be in the room.

- Sabrina? Sabrina, come back-- - Treizze noir.

[laughs]

Clifford: You probably think I'm angry, McCloud, because while

we were sitting on our theories here in Monte Carlo,

the real jewel thieves were pulling a job in London.

But I'm not angry. I'm philosophical.

You see, I deserved it because I let a jailbird talk me

into playing hide-and-seek with a bunch of stewardesses

whose only apparent crime was knowing you.

Chief, I know how you feel,

but I'm willin' to stake my reputation

that those girls are here for but one reason--

McCloud! The only reputation you have in several

of the larger cities in Europe is that you're an ex-con.

I'm getting us out of here before somebody arrests you

for this last job.

With your record they'd probably throw away the key.

Hello? When's your earliest nonstop flight to New York City?

Nothing sooner?

Alright. I want two tickets.

Peter B. Clifford... and Wrong-Way Corrigan.

We leave this paradise in precisely 47 minutes.

Am I under house arrest till then

or can I say goodbye to someone?

McCloud, you miss one more plane and I will personally see to it

that you spend the rest of your natural life

in the Bastille making French license plates.

[instrumental music]

Still like 'em?

I thought you gave those to Sir Thomas?

He gave them back.

Why?

Come here, I want to see them on.

You know something, I can't decide which I like better,

the decoration or, uh, what's under it.

Why did Sir Thomas give these to you?

It was part of my fee.

- Now come on. - Where?

Where there's just you and me.

Come on.

Very tasty.

You should see the dungeon I'm stuck in.

It's got the hot and cold running rats.

You didn't bring me in to talk about your accommodations.

In a manner of speaking, they're going to change

the both of us soon, darling.

We have an arrangement. Nothing more.

Once Sir Thomas gets that brooch back, it's over.

I don't think it matters much to him now who has it.

Less than a week ago, he was gonna have me arrested

unless I returned it.

True. Very true.

But, uh, he wasn't dead then, was he?

What happened?

He was killed while somebody was robbing his flat.

You killed him?

[scoffs] Not me.

Them that robbed his flat.

How did you get this then?

I told you, they were part of my fee.

You're not worth $25, much less 25,000.

Look, you, you ought to be thanking me.

For what? Killing an old man?

For making your job easier. I even used your MO.

With your little group here and the latest robbery in England,

if anybody was getting warm, the trail's stone cold now.

They're all concentrating on London

which makes it easier for you here, doesn't it?

Why? Why did you have to kill him?

He was a phony like all the rest of 'em.

He was robbin' Peter to pay Paul.

Even tried to cheat me out of my expenses.

He was a millionaire.

He was on his uppers.

He was broke!

Look.

Why, why do you think he didn't report the robbery?

Why do you think he had me chuck that girl into the drink?

If his creditors had learned that the Marchesa

had been stolen, they would've called in their loans.

He was using that bloody thing as collateral all over London.

Without it the poor bugger would've sunk

like a rock in quicksand.

All I was doing was saving him some embarrassment, that's all.

Besides, I couldn't really keep his brooch

with him alive, could I?

He'd have gone straight to the coppers

and we'd have gone straight to the nick,

and there's no percentage in that, darling.

I-- I don't know if I can get it for you.

Well, there's been a slight change in plans.

You see, you got to think big to make it in this world,

and I want it all, I want the whole Marchesa collection.

- Oh, that's impossible. - Oh, come on!

Nothing's impossible if you put your mind to it.

You set 'em up, I rip 'em off.

And then it's you and me nippin' down the yellow brick road

to two million dollars.

What if I said no?

Oh...

Even I wouldn't like to think about that, darling.

Guess that leaves only one answer.

[dramatic music]

[engine cranking]

[grunting]

No! No! No! No!

Vicki! Vicki!

[breathing heavily]

[dramatic music]

[tires screeching]

McCloud: Vicki!

[breathing heavily]

- Vicki. - No, he'll kill me.

I tell you he won't, he's taken care of.

No, no, you don't understand, he'll kill me.

- Vicki. - The way he did to Thomas.

He's dead.

He should've seen a doctor.

Doctors ask questions.

Calvin preferred to die a free man.

Eva: He'll still have to be seen by a doctor.

Only know it puts us on the spot.

Uh, leave it in my hands, ladies,

that's, that's what I'm here for.

Vicki, I know what you been doin'.

And I know what you're trying to do here.

I don't know what you're talking about.

McCloud: Marchesa collection.

That's what I'm talkin' about.

The last piece is here in Monte Carlo.

Well, it's gonna stay here.

But you and your friends, you're gonna have to answer

for the other pieces.

Oh! Are you arresting me?

Well, it'd be a lot better if you came to us.

I don't understand.

The insurance company might make

some kind of deal with you

if they got their jewels back.

[indistinct chatter]

Your 47 minutes were up, one hour and a half ago, McCloud.

Yeah, well I can explain that, chief.

Oh, uh...

I'd like you to meet Inspector Lelouch.

Inspector, this is my boss.

Chief of detective, Peter B. Clifford,

New York city police department.

- MonsieurClifford. - Inspector.

Uh, tell me, is he really one of your men?

Well, uh, in a way. Did he do this?

Well, uh, from the time he leapt onto the sports car

until what you see here will require a lengthy explanation.

- And a good deal of patience. - Is he under arrest?

- Oh, no, monsieur. - Then you're slipping, McCloud.

That fellow over there pulled the job in London.

Then he killed Sir Thomas.

And Vicki Erickson's about to wrap up

the rest of the robberies for us.

Well, uh...

I guess missing that plane was no great tragedy, I...

I'd already seen the movie.

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

- It's not gonna be easy. - It's going to be impossible.

You better come with me.

I want my share what we have up to now.

The rest is yours.

Your share of what we have now is nothing.

Funny.

Somehow I expected better than that from you.

I'm telling you the truth, I can't go out and sell

what we have of the Marchesa collection, is much too hot.

If we cut up the stones it reduces the value to nothing.

It's only because I have a single buyer

for the entire collection that the rewards are worth the risks.

Then let's make a deal.

Deal?

- I hear you use the word deal. - Why not?

Insurance companies are often willing to settle

for the return of stolen goods.

At least we won't go to jail.

Who's our lil' Vicki been talking to?

What difference does it make?

Well, it makes a lot of difference.

We've only got one more job to go, and we can retire.

And it's gonna be the most impossible job we ever

pulled off, because we've lost the element of surprise.

By now the police may know the where and the what

of our next job, the only thing we've got goin' for us

is the mystery of how.

We won't even have that if one of us starts

talking about making a deal.

I would never make a deal that would betray any of you.

I would only bargain on behalf of all of us.

Sabrina, you believe me. I wouldn't sell you out.

Eva... Eva, you know me.

You know I couldn't do a thing like that.

Don't you?

We're gonna miss you, Vicki.

I mean that.

[instrumental music]

Hold it.

[music continues]

McCloud, it's your fault, accusing her and hounding her,

you did it to here, you did it.

McCloud...

What, uh, what is she talking about?

What happened with Vicki?

According to the others she either

jumped or fell from this balcony.

Jumped, fell, or was pushed.

You got any evidence of that?

She was gettin' ready to help us, she was gonna make a deal.

- Can you prove that? - It's plain enough.

- That's why the killed her. - I asked if you had proof.

You give me 10 minutes with those two in there

and I'll get your proof.

With that girl already claiming

you drove her to it. No, no, McCloud.

The local authorities will handle it.

I've got a personal stake in this.

And we've got a jurisdictional crisis to avoid.

- I don't want you involved. - Well, I'm already involved.

And letting you emotions run away with you

will only make matters worse.

Well, you don't have to worry about that, I'm...

I'm not gonna get emotional.

- What is this? - Personal visit.

Mister, you better have a warrant.

I'm not gonna tell you not to try that.

It'd give me pure pleasure to stop you.

You have a lively imagination,

I'm sure your superiors will be interested

in whatever delusion it was that brought you here.

- Who are you anyway? - You know who I am..

You know what I'm doin' here.

I just wanted to deliver the message personal.

I'm gonna nail you, Alex.

Inside or outside the law, I'm gonna nail you.

Outside the law, and you're a peace officer?

Not over here I'm not.

Over here it's just you and me, Alex.

Just thought you'd might like to know that

when your time comes I'm gonna make it hurt.

Now, look here, cowboy...

I was hopin' you'd get violent.

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

[whirring]

[indistinct chatter]

As you can see we have taken every precaution.

What about when Lord and Lady Oliver leave?

Well, they are leaving now, and it would give me pleasure

to tell you how we have met the challenge

of protecting the Marchesa.

The plan was engineered by the foremost

tactical security genius in all of Europe.

Fortunately, he is right here in Monaco.

Uh-huh. And who's that?

Me.

[instrumental music]

They will be brought directly to the main entrance of the hotel,

in the company of two, yes, two armed officers.

Very thorough.

That's nothing, monsieur, the real security begins inside.

[instrumental music]

We have a man on the roof, and another

outside of the penthouse where they are staying.

Not to mention, of course, the man on their balcony.

[intense music]

[whistles] Sabrina, come on.

What about the elevator?

Oh, we have thought of that too.

We have officers here where they are getting on

and where they are getting off.

- What about in between? - It's an express.

And two officers will accompany them from here

all the way up to the 28th floor.

If it stops for any reason, any reason at all,

we can seal the building in 15 seconds.

[instrumental music]

Congratulations, it looks foolproof.

Clifford: Good job. Lelouch: Merci.

Lelouch: A compliment from a law officer

from so important a city as New York

is, uh, most rewarding.

But, uh, the marshal, he does not seem quite so impressed.

Oh, don't worry about him, uh,

it's all this organization, makes him nervous.

But there's nothing to be nervous about.

You see, they've already arrived.

And safely.

[instrumental music]

[whirring]

[music continues]

We have stopped.

Push the emergency button.

Man 2: It doesn't work. Man 3: Look at the panel.

Man 2: I don't care what it says, I tell you, we've stopped.

[music continues]

[banging on door]

What's happening?

[intense music]

[elevator dings]

[engine cranking]

Oui, oui.Seal the building.

The elevator never made it.

Do you realize how much hell this airline can raise

over our holding up a 707 on some wild hunch?

It's not a hunch, chief, they took it

and they're gonna try and get it out of the country.

One question, gentlemen, if you knew who the thieves were

why didn't you tell me?

I could've arrested them before

they stole the Marchesa brooch.

We didn't have enough proof to arrest 'em.

Well, you still don't, the only thing we have proof conclusively

is that I am a fool for listening to you.

Inspector, at the moment, none of us look like geniuses.

Lelouch: Unfortunately, Chief Clifford,

that will go into my report.

A copy of which will be sent to your commissioner.

I certainly hope he gives you the opportunity

to defend yourself.

I cannot hold this plane any longer,

they were scheduled to take off an hour ago.

- Alright, McCloud, that's it. Man 4: Hold it.

- McCloud! - Now what does he want?

I leave it to you, eh? I mean, he is your officer.

This has been a very disastrous day for me.

Will he save it or will he make it worse?

Clifford: Make it worse.

No one can fault you for persistence, MonsieurClifford.

But you are creating quite a mess.

- This is all of it. - You sure?

Unless you want us to dissect the beans, monsieur.

Release the plane.

[engine whirring]

I'm sorry.

Yes, inspector, on behalf of the police department

of the city of New York

I wanna apologize for all of the havoc

some of us have created.

Well, we must learn to take the good with the bad, eh?

I wasn't aware we'd had any of the good lately.

No, you haven't, but I have.

While it is true that today

I lost the Marchesa pendant,

I also captured an internationally wanted criminal.

Calvin Jones.

You captured Calvin Jones here in Monte Carlo?

Unfortunately, he was already dead at the time.

But, uh, I have a cousin on the newspaper

we can play that down.

Inspector, you'll be on this job a long while.

- That's meant as a compliment. - Thank you, yes.

And if ever you are in Monte Carlo, uh...

I quite understand.

[plane droning]

No, sir, I've got to figure

if they've got those diamonds right with them.

All so close by they've all got the same chance

to get at 'em at the same time.

[Clifford snoring]

Sorry to take so long, chief.

It took a few hours to find out

where all the bodies were buried.

What'd you come up with?

My meeting with the commissioner is at 2:00.

Well, it's tight, but I think we can make it.

First off, McCloud's airline ticket from here to London,

I figure we can bury most of that

in ballistics contingency budget.

Just have to cut down on the bails of cotton

they fire comparison slugs into.

I don't care if they have to start

pumping led into the ceiling.

I don't intend to stand there and try to explain McCloud's

European lark to the commissioner. What's next?

Well, I think we can pretty well write off

the entire Paris, Rome, and Monte Carlo expenses

by skimming ten percent off the top

of the 18th precinct's Friday night poker pot.

Grover, I don't wanna hear it.

Well, chief, it's either that, or...

lookin' around places like the widows and orphans fund.

Poker party. Widows and orphans fund.

What's McCloud doin' to us?

- Who is it? Go away. - Chief.

I got something here I think you wanna hear.

Good, what time does you plane leave for Taos?

Well, our plane leaves at 1:30, but it's not for Taos.

You recall my saying that those three

wouldn't walk away from those jewels unless they figured

that they had an equal chance to get back to 'em?

I remember some such barnyard logic, yes.

Well, the airline computer center just verified

three reservations for our three suspects.

And they're all headin' for the same place.

Well, they've already been to London, Paris

Rome, Monte Carlo, where are they goin' now?

- Hong Kong? - Nope. Boonville.

- Boonville. - Boonville.

McCloud: That's Calvin Jones' home town.

Now, his body was shipped

from Monte Carlo last night.

But the arrangements were made two days ago

by Sabrina Crawford.

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Well, not much longer, girls.

I can almost smell the coffee beans.

Stop worrying about Brazil.

We won't have bus fair out of the Boondocks

if we don't get to that box

before they put it into the ground.

- I can't do it. - What?

Can't you understand?

I loved him.

This is wrong. All wrong!

It's immoral, Alex.

For a lady who just helped steal two million dollars

you pick a fine time to turn into Snow White.

No offense.

Sabrina, do you recall what we said

to another member our little family who's no longer with us?

The only way out of this

is to stick together through to the end.

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I believe the time has come.

Why does it have to be me?

Why can't it be you, or Eva?

Really, dear, if we aren't conspicuous enough

all we need is a couple of hunky hands

to start taking that casket apart.

And I'd be carried out with a clarinet through my ears.

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That's your cue, dear.

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Now what're we gonna do?

Just leave everything to Alex.

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Alright, ladies, where's your partner?

McCloud, be careful of that thing, it's not a horse.

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