Arabesque Page #5

Stop bugging me.

How would I know?

Have you heard from the girl?

Has she found it?

She'll give me a blast

when she knows something.

Oh, no, he's taking it.

Why couldn't he be on a diet?

What do you know?

"Thirty-five."

Which one is it?

Number nine.

You were actually telling the truth.

What are you talking about?

Yussef was here.

I was here. The cipher

was here. All you had to do was yell, but you didn't.

That absurd story

about your mother and sisters must be true.

You mean you didn't believe me?

Not a word.

Then why did you come with me?

I didn't know where the van was.

Miss Azir,

I humbly apologize.

I don't accept.

The least you can do

when I tell you something is to believe it.

With your track record?

Uh-oh. Let's go.

Be ready to duck.

"Fourteen."

I only hope his sweet tooth holds up.

We're victims

of the establishment.

Ask him to move.

It's no use.

They can't move, speak or even listen.

If they do, they're taken

to the Tower and beheaded.

Oh, nonsense.

He's a man, isn't he?

Excuse me, soldier.

He's a guardsman.

Excuse me, guardsman.

I'm sorry to bother you.

I know you're on duty,

but-

There is something

under your foot...

that belongs to us.

Okay?

Please?

Pretty please?

David,

make him lift his foot!

You've been learning

from Nejim.

"Fifty-two"!

You'd think after all that-

Oh, no.

He's found it.

Sink, sank, sunk.

He must be calling Yussef.

I don't think so.

He knows

Yussef's number.

Keep an eye

on Webster.

Look here.

Webster sold out to Nejim.

Seems to be a popular

indoor sport these days.

You're not including me,

I hope.

Of course not.

We're believing you today.

say where.

It doesn't have to.

If he's meeting Nejim

at 3:
30,

there's only one place

it can be.

In the fifth race, the runners are as follows-

I must go

and advise my horse.

Are you coming, my love?

You go, my darling.

I think I'll put

some money on her.

What an excellent idea.

But only to win, of course.

It would be a grave mistake

to back another horse at this late stage.

Well, well,

if it isn't Mr. Dillingham.

By jove, it's actually

Lady Hetherington-Cartwright.

Don't overdo it.

I didn't know you could. I haven't seen Webster yet.

He's handing the inscription

over to Sloane at 3:30 by the winning post.

Do be a dear, Mr. Dillingworth.

Ham.

Dillingham.

Tell me what you fancy for this race.

I'm putting my jolly old shirt

on number nine.

Please keep your eyes

on the winning post.

You'll have to get it away from them somehow.

And then what?

Meet me tonight

at Trafalgar Square, around midnight.

It's been positively smash

to have bumped into you this way, old thing.

Do give my regards

to your husband next visiting day.

- Ta-ta.

- Toodle-oo.

What odds did you get?

- Two to one.

- They're off.

It's Pollock.

Who is that?

Three furlongs left to race,

and it is-

That bungling idiot, Sloane.

Darling, we won!

- Hello?

- Prime Minister Jena, please.

It's very urgent.

This is Mr. Pollock.

Pollock.

Mr. Pollock,

what has happened?

Mr. Jena,

there's been some trouble.

A man was killed at Ascot today.

Yes, I heard about that.

Have you also heard who they think killed him?

Mrs. Pollock's idiot son, David,

that's who. I need your help.

I don't think there's anything

I can do for you right now,

besides suggesting that

you stay clear of the police.

Mr. Prime Minister, I don't

think I've made myself clear.

Right now I'm wanted for murder.

You're the only one

who can explain what I've been doing.

But, Mr. Pollock, I thought

I'd made myself clear.

For security reasons,

I have never seen you.

I am not even in England.

Whatever the circumstances,

my ambassador and I must

disclaim any knowledge of you.

Where are you?

Have you

the message?

If the message is not

deciphered soon, then-

Come here, my darling.

I brought you some presents.

How sweet.

More shoes?

But, darling,

you've already given me dozens.

I couldn't resist these.

It was quite

a coincidence,

Mr. Pollock turning up

at the right place, at the right time.

Don't you think so?

I would hardly call it a coincidence.

Neither would I.

How do you account for it... my flower?

He must have been following

Yussef's man,

the one who was killed.

Do you think so?

It's the only explanation.

You wouldn't have

mentioned it, of course.

I?

Those are rather attractive,

don't you think?

Exquisite.

I really must thank

whoever was responsible for getting him there.

Then you wanted him to have it?

Certainly.

Who else

is going to decipher it?

I want you

to find him again,

I want you to stay with him

until he finishes his work,

and then I want you

to bring the answers to me.

- Is that clear, my angel?

- Very clear.

I know that I can trust you

to do that for me.

Unless, of course,

you're growing weary of my little gifts.

Oh, and if I don't hear

from you by noon tomorrow...

try and think of some remote

corner of the world where I won't find you.

I don't think you can...

but try.

Thank you, sir.

Mrs. Ragheeb?

Oh, but, sir-

I must speak

to Mrs. Ragheeb.

Mrs. Ragheeb, I'm an associate...

of Professor Ragheeb at Oxford.

This is tremendously

urgent. It's about your husband's murder.

"Murder"?

Why do you say "murder"?

Your husband

was murdered by some agent of Nejim Beshraavi.

He was killed

for a Hittite inscription. I don't know why.

I know very little, but I do know that.

No, Amir.

Mrs. Ragheeb, I know

this is a terrible time to trouble you,

but I've got

to know what that inscription means.

I thought, perhaps,

among your husband's notes-

A Hittite inscription?

Did he tell you anything about it?

Show it to me.

Mrs. Ragheeb-

I told him he was mad

to meddle in such things.

Madness and suicide.

And now...

he's in there.

But he must have

told you something.

He must have mentioned

where he got it, who gave it to him.

We have to know.

"We"? Who else?

A girl. Her family's

in great danger.

Her mother and sisters-

General Ali has threatened to kill them.

-Is the girl named Yasmin Azir?

-Yes.

And she told you that

her mother and her sisters are in danger?

Yes.

Yasmin has no such family,

Mr. Pollock.

There is only her father.

General Ali

would never harm him.

Why not?

Because General Ali

is her father.

David,

I was so worried about you.

Oh, you were?

The police think

you killed Webster. Haven't you seen the papers?

I don't care what they say

about me as long as they spell my name right.

I had a hard time convincing

Nejim I had nothing to do with your being at the races.

I'm sure that you were

very convincing.

I told him you must have

been following Webster, but I'm not sure he believed me.

How could anyone

not believe you?

He made me promise to keep you

working on the cipher...

and to call him

the moment you've broken it.

- Oh, damn.

- What's wrong?

Nejim had me followed

when I left the house tonight, but I thought I'd lost them.

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