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to take off again tonight?

I'll let you know.

Olaf, see that he gets something to eat.

Yes, sir.

It will only take me a few minutes.

Well, Mr. Walters,

you may be able to leave very soon now.

Good, good. Good.

Why do you leave these papers lying about

in the open?

Don't be alarmed.

They're meaningless to anybody but Franz.

His own mathematical shorthand.

Never have I seen matters conducted

as they are here. Never.

- Well, Franz?

- It's correct, Max, correct.

And so clear, so simple.

You see, the principle

of the power center is what...

I'm not interested in details.

How soon can we start production?

At once, if your government

has the technical resources.

- And is it all we have been led to believe?

- More.

I will explain it

so that even you can understand it.

The German V-2,

of which we were so proud,

was a kindergarten toy compared to this.

With launching bases in the Caribbean,

there is not a vital area in the United States

that is not within striking distance.

Let me show you.

Here.

Chicago, San Francisco, Los Alamos,

Oak Ridge, New York.

Excellent, excellent.

In case of war,

your country could strike a blow

that would make Pearl Harbor

seem like a slap on the wrist,

and using America's own weapon,

if the irony interests you.

Yes, yes.

Well, Mr. Walters, have I earned my money?

Max, remember, it was I who urged

my government to make this deal with you.

- Yes?

- It's Veronica.

The entertainment's over, Max,

and your guests are leaving.

Unless you can persuade Mrs. Emery

to do another number for us,

I suggest you come and say good night.

Is there anything else, Franz?

No. You go along, Max.

I'll stay and do a little work.

- Coming, Mr. Walters?

- Yes, yes.

Good night. Thank you.

Good night.

Veronica, do you know where Mrs. Emery is?

No. Am I supposed to?

Chris.

I was wondering

where you'd disappeared to.

Oh, I was just getting some fresh air.

Well, what's become of my little gift?

Oh, well, I...

Oh, well, I must have lost it someplace.

- Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Max. I...

- Don't be upset.

One of the servants will find it

before morning.

Come. I'll show you to your room.

- Max?

- Yes?

I was just thinking, I really should go home.

But why this sudden change of heart?

Oh, nothing. It's just that...

Well, I won't have anything

to wear tomorrow, and I...

Oh, is that all? I'm sure Veronica

will lend you whatever you need.

Of course. I have some lovely things

Max gave me that I've never even worn.

- But I...

- I won't hear of your leaving now. Come.

I suppose she could have decided

to stay the night.

Take a look at that, will you?

All right, you can bring Mr. Wittol back in.

This is ridiculous, Inspector, ridiculous.

Why should we spend the whole night here?

Look at your friend, how tired he is.

Inspector, I tell you, I didn't even know

this man Bronec existed.

Why should I kill him?

Inspector, do you think it's my psychology

to run a man down with an automobile?

The world is filled with such fascinating

methods of destruction.

Why should I commit

such a clumsy murder?

Yes, it is clumsy,

but it's also very bold, and you're neither.

That's why I'm sure somebody

was behind you in this. Who was it?

Please. I am not a man for alliances.

Yet you admitted

that the car that ran over Bronec was yours.

It was stolen. My driver had his day off.

He left the key in the car.

Personally, I can't even drive.

Why didn't you report the theft?

- Because the car was returned.

- How convenient.

Why didn't you report the fact

that there was blood on the mudguards

when it was returned?

Blood?

I... Well, I didn't know it.

I told the boy to wash the car, but...

Who looks for blood?

No, Mr. Wittol.

It was not your driver's day off,

because you don't give him a day off.

And you were both seen driving towards

the airport shortly before the murder.

That's not true.

You are trying to confuse me.

- Yes?

- Chauffeur has given us a full confession.

Thank you.

Well, Mr. Wittol,

you can stop being confused,

because your driver doesn't seem to be

as inventive as you are.

For the last five minutes, he's been able

to think of nothing but the truth.

Now, are you prepared

to make a statement, Mr. Wittol?

Yes. Yes, sir. I tell you everything.

But you must remember that

I am just a pawn. I'm a weak man.

I am very easily dominated.

Is everything all right, Doctor?

Why, yes, Olaf. Excellent, in fact.

Why?

I thought I heard something.

No.

Well, good night, sir.

Good night, Olaf.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

I have some bad news for you, Max.

I'd like to break it to you gently,

but I simply don't know how.

What bad news?

Franz found this.

The poor darling thought it was mine.

So?

But do you know where he found it?

In the guesthouse.

Really, Max, to be taken in like a schoolboy.

Is this what you're looking for?

Yes?

It is past 3:
00 and still she is not here.

Well, maybe she decided to spend the night.

Why should that keep you up?

She's done it before, hasn't she?

That is your anger speaking again.

You are leaving? Why?

You really don't know

what's been going on, do you?

Please speak straight, Mr. Emery.

What is it I do not know?

I'm talking about her and Max Fabian.

- This is a lie.

- Oh, is it?

Well, she told me so herself.

Even so, she lied.

For what reason I do not know.

Mr. Emery, you think two women

could live in the same house

and such a thing be kept a secret?

I tell you, there is some terrible trouble here.

She did not want to go

to Mr. Fabian's house tonight.

She is afraid of something,

not only for herself, but for you.

You must not turn away from her now.

Is that true? You are planning

to take Mrs. Emery with us?

There's room on the plane,

and I thought it would lend something

to our trip.

Ridiculous. Hasn't your stupid infatuation

given us enough trouble?

If you disapprove of the traveling

arrangements, you can stay here.

Don't worry, Mr. Walters.

Max will know how to dispose of her.

He has a real flair for that sort of thing.

As soon as Franz is ready,

we'll leave with Mrs. Emery.

Ask Olaf to bring her down.

Excuse me, Mr. Fabian. Will that be all, sir?

- Yes. We'll be out in a few minutes.

- Yes, sir.

- See what that is.

- Yes, sir.

I think I'll have one for the road.

It's all right, Count.

Well, can we go now?

It's dangerous to wait any longer.

Max, there isn't any real chance

of our being caught, is there?

I mean, it would sort of take the fun

out of everything.

Well, Chris, our little journey

may not be as gay as the one we planned,

but I promise you it won't be dull.

Relax, Mr. Fabian.

Steve.

You're not going anywhere.

Oh, Steve! Steve, I...

It's all right. You can tell me about it later.

You're a very determined intruder, Mr. Emery.

That's right. Come on, let's get out of here.

Don't rush off.

There's something I'd like to ask you

before you leave, if you don't mind.

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