Arabesque Page #7

Right on back.

Fine, fine. Good.

Plenty of room, mate.

That's good.

Thanks, mate.

This is your first

visit to England, Mr. Prime Minister.

What are your

first impressions?

We could use some of your

English rain in our dry country.

In our country,

there's a great deal of oil and very little water.

A highly inflammable situation.

All right, Hemsley.

Water remains

our most serious problem.

To paraphrase

Marie Antoinette:

I can hardly say of my people,

"Let them drink oil."

May I see

your press card, please, sir?

Diners Club?

I'm afraid I don't recognize you.

We're doing a piece

on the Arabic cuisine.

I'm sorry, sir. It's not on my list.

Get out of the way.

I'm sorry, sir.

Do you care to comment...

on the treaty

you intend signing tomorrow?

Listen!

Let us through! That man's about to be killed!

I hardly think so, sir.

This is England.

I have studied the terms

of the treaty most carefully,

and I could not,

in good conscience-

They have fought too long

and hard-

Please!

Let us through, please!

What is happening?

Mr. Pollock?

I'm sorry, sir. Are you all right?

It appears that I am.

What happened?

I was a little late

deciphering the message. That's what.

Here. Let me help you up.

Thank you.

Mr. Pollock was brilliant.

He deserves a medal.

Who is responsible for this?

Do you know?

Yes, sir. Nejim Beshraavi.

Beshr- Mr. Pollock,

I must speak with you.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Come, Mr. Prime Minister.

The car is waiting. We must hurry.

I must speak with Mr. Pollock.

There's no time.

We don't know who else here might be involved.

I must speak

to Mr. Pollock!

Come on.

They did it.

After all that, they did it. We just stood there.

Where are we going?

We have to find Jena.

Did I understand you to say-

That wasn't Jena.

It sounded like you said-

I tell you, it wasn't!

It looked

very much like him, but it wasn't Jena.

It was Hassan Jena.

I know him.

Oh!

He knows me.

I've spoken to him many times.

He came to Oxford to see me.

Jena's never set foot

in England before today.

That's what

he wanted people to think, but he was here.

He's the one

who sent me to Beshraavi in the first place.

That man?

The one who was shot?

Yes. Now do you believe me?

- Why didn't you tell me?

- I never knew who you were.

That's why he looked

so frightened.

Nejim hired him

to impersonate Jena,

only he neglected to mention

that part of his job was to be murdered.

We have to find

the real Jena. Come on.

You expect me to believe

that nonsense?

- What proof do you have?

- He didn't recognize me.

But- Wait-

Why should he recognize you?

Yasmin, are you trying

to tell me something?

I am a spy.

Hey, wait!

You can prove that statement,

I suppose?

Do you think we carry

calling cards?

Then why didn't you tell me?

You wouldn't have believed me.

Where are we going?

I want to see

where it happened.

Where what happened?

Did you record the Prime Minister's arrival

on tape? Yes.

Run it for me.

The Prime Minister's life may depend on it.

You're a bit late. He's already been shot.

Do as I say.

Is that tape

ready to roll yet?

It's all set.

Put it up on the monitors.

Which one is that?

The real one. It has to be.

There was no way

to get to him before this.

Yes, it's Jena.

Those are

his favorite slippers.

Can you see what's happening

inside the car?

The windows are too dark.

Hold that.

Can you freeze it?

Look, the shoes

are different.

He's not wearing

slippers anymore.

That's where it happened:

in the car.

We've got

to find it.

She's a government spy.

Look.

Come on.

Give me a hand, will you?

You seriously think-

What else would they have done? Left him in the airport?

It's the treaty, isn't it?

If it had gone through,

Nejim would have been ruined.

Jena was going to sign it?

That's why they needed a substitute:

to denounce

the treaty officially before the assassination.

I have

a vivid imagination.

I must say,

I never saw myself unpacking a prime minister.

Our life expectancy

may be nil,

but I'd like you to know

this has been...

a very real, warm,

human experience.

It's uncanny.

What is it?

Where am-

You're among friends, sir.

At least

for the next 30 seconds.

Are you all right?

I think so.

Is that you, Miss Azir?

Let's get him out.

Ploy number one.

We've got him, sir.

It's about time

you did something right. Well, get him out!

Hey, you two!

Lend a hand here. And you!

Undo these chains.

Put it down!

Open it, Sloane.

Imbecile. Must you mismanage everything?

Down! Flat!

Now!

Come on!

Run for it!

Wait!

What do you want?

We, uh, uh-

You can't ride

in that skirt.

Hup!

Are you all right, sir?

Yes, thank you.

That way!

I don't see what he can do now.

He'll think of something.

I knew you couldn't

keep a good man down.

There!

Get them, Sloane!

This time get them!

David!

Are you all right?

No. I'm ashamed of myself.

I ride better than that.

Come on!

This side!

Those stairs must

lead somewhere.

Are you sure?

If they don't,

watch out for the last one.

Here comes

old Eagle-Eye.

This is like a recurring

dream I used to have.

How did it end?

Don't ask.

Here it goes.

Don't, David. Please, don't. You'll be a sitting duck.

How come my recurring dream

never ended this way?

I don't know.

Mine always did.

I guess I just travel

in better dreams.

Do I have your...solemn pledge

that you'll never spy again?

Only on you.

Oh, swell.

Hey!

You clumsy idiot!

Oh, it's you, Mr. Pollock.

Oh, hello, Fanshaw.

David...

you can swim, can't you?

Sorry.

Not a stroke.

David!

Here we are again,

taking a bath together.

David, you lied to me!

Sure. It was my turn.

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