Arabesque Page #6
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- 1966
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Now they're back again.
Duck.
Oh, it's all right.
We lost them.
Next time let me know
so I can fasten my seat belt.
Where is the inscription?
May I see it?
Why do you want to see it?
I don't know.
I've never seen it.
Believe me,
when you've seen one, you've seen them all.
- As long as you have it-
- Well, I don't have it.
- What do you mean?
Of course you have it! - Look out!
Would you like me to drive?
What have you done with it?
Relax. I haven't forgotten your mother and sisters.
I mailed it to myself.
Oh, no. How will you be able to work on it?
I won't have to.
I know what's in it.
What does it mean?
Tell me.
It said, "The plague shall not
pass until the swans...
fly high
in the kingdom of Vesta."
"Vesta"?
What does that mean?
How should I know?
My job was to translate it
into English. I didn't guarantee the results.
Well, I suppose it will
mean something to somebody.
I'll call the embassy
and tell them, but I'd better drop you off first.
Where are you staying?
Right here with you.
It's not safe for you
to be out on the streets.
- What if the police stop us?
- The way you drive?
Why should they
stop us?
All right, David.
I'll look for a phone box.
No, no, I'll look.
That way maybe we can keep from hitting it.
Want me to come with you?
What for?
Think how cozy
it would be.
But so hard to dial.
Don't tell me that
the ambassador spoke with you at this hour?
As a matter of fact, he did.
They are preparing
for Mr. Jena's visit tomorrow.
What did he say?
He didn't
understand the message. He said to come right over.
Uh, it's all right.
You can get out here. I'll meet you later.
Why?
Oh, please stop
asking so many questions.
There are police
at the embassy.
They'll recognize you.
Do you want to be arrested for murder?
All right.
I'll meet you in Knightsbridge
at the Kelly Hotel.
I'm registered there under the name of O'Malley.
O'Malley?
Yeah, there's a discount
if you're Irish.
Follow that car.
All my life I've waited
for somebody to say that.
Thanks, gov.
I enjoyed that.
Yussef?
Yasmin! Get down!
David, you followed me.
No, I didn't.
You went to the embassy,
and I came here to my hotel.
There. Over the wall.
Wait!
Down here.
Can't say I care much
for your embassy.
David,
I wasn't deceiving you.
I had to find out
what the message means.
Yussef is
the only one who knows. That's why I came here.
Not one of your brighter ideas.
You stay here.
David!
Oh, David! Oh, David!
I couldn't let you die...
without hearing the end
of your story.
Come on!
But it's true.
Everything. I swear it.
As true as your poor old mother and your three sisters?
Of course.
I went to Mrs. Ragheeb.
Oh, no.
She was very well-informed
about you.
You told her that you and I
were working together?
Naturally. What?
No wonder.
She'd say anything to keep you
from trusting me.
She's an agent of Yussef's,
like her husband.
Don't you see
what you did?
The moment you let her know
I was double-crossing them,
she called Yussef
to warn him.
That's why he lured me
to the construction site: to kill me!
makes you so hard to believe?
Perhaps it's because
I'm such a terrible liar.
But never with you, of course.
I wish I could say the same.
until the swans fly high
in the kingdom of Vesta."
- You made it up?
- Uh-huh.
What's the real message?
I haven't been able to work it out yet.
We'll have to do something.
I packed a suitcase. It's in the back.
I can't very well go back
to my house. Nejim isn't the understanding type.
Haven't you any ideas?
Yeah.
Darling?
Mm-hmm?
I got the message.
Oh! Yasmin!
Good morning.
Good morning.
Good morning,
my darling.
You pass bachelor's
requirement number one.
You're lovely in the morning.
I was dreaming of someone much more romantic: you.
No, come back here.
I have something else.
I've cracked the cipher.
David, that's wonderful.
What does it mean?
It's a phony,
It isn't Hittite at all.
It's an ordinary, commoner grade-school code.
Look. Here, you want these?
No, certainly not.
You see, bird sign,
bird sign, bird sign.
Sex differentiation factor.
You mean it's dirty?
No, a three-year-old child
could understand.
Female bird:
goose.Female bird:
goose. Male bird: gander."Whither
do you wender-"
No, that's "wander." Yeah.
Wander.
"Upstairs, downstairs-"
"Or in my lady's chamber."
What does that mean?
I don't know.
We've got Beshraavi,
the British constabulary,
howling after our blood...
just for a lousy nursery rhyme.
It's got to mean something.
It must.
Who wrote it
in the first place?
Ragheeb, I imagine.
Exactly. Ragheeb.
"Upstairs, downstairs,
in my lady's chamber."
Mrs. Ragheeb
must have the answer!
But she couldn't have.
She would have told Yussef.
That's right too.
When I showed her a copy
of it, she tore it up.
She looked at it,
and she didn't give a damn.
- Wow!
- David...
what are you
talking about?
A copy
of the message means nothing, the translation means nothing.
The message is a screen.
It's a doodle.
All that matters is the original piece of paper.
The original?
Of course.
It isn't the cipher.
It's something else
on that paper.
Something
underneath the cipher.
Arise, arise,
oh, my beloved.
To the Hammersmith
post office.
Have you got it?
Don't you trust me
with anything?
No watermark.
What do you see?
Gander, goosey, goosey.
Just keep your eyes
on the road.
It must be here someplace.
Are you burning it?
That's how you detect
invisible ink.
Weren't you ever in the Boy Scouts?
I flunked the physical.
You should have
tried my troop. We'd have waived it.
Wait, wait!
Stop the car!
What are you doing?
I'm about to invent the wheel.
Well, there it goes.
No, no, wait. Look!
I don't see anything.
The eye.
The eye of the third bird.
What's that?
A microdot.
What do you see?
Take a look.
- She's a real beauty,
isn't she? - She certainly is.
But the microscope's
a trifle small.
Haven't you anything larger?
Certainly, sir.
So that's what they
wanted Yussef to know.
Something on this order, sir?
I'm afraid not.
Haven't you anything larger?
I'll look, sir.
What do we do now?
It says when,
but it doesn't say where. When is the 18th?
Monday was the 14th. Tuesday, Wednesday-
It's today.
Today?
Come on!
Come on!
I'm afraid this is
the largest we have, sir. Shall I-
Hey, David,
look!
- Oh, no! Do something!
- Lift it out of the way?
I don't care.
Do anything!
Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.
Mr. Jena will be happy
All right, mate.
Lots of room, lots of room. That's it.
Keep on going.
Lots of leeway back there.
Bring her on back, mate.
Okay, fine. Plenty of leeway.
Plenty of leeway. Lots of room.
Right on back. Good.
Right on back, mate.
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