Charade Page #5
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- 1963
- 113 min
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2ND DIPLOMATIC TYPE
What's so depressing about that?
1ST DIPLOMATIC TYPE
If I can do it, what are the Russians
doing to him?
The elevator door closes on them. REGGIE reacts to this and
starts down the hall, finally stopping at the door.
70.MED. SHOT -- DOOR
It is marked "307-A H. BARTHOLOMEW." REGGIE checks the
letter, then opens the door.
71.INT. BARTHOLOMEW'S OUTER OFFICE -- DAY
The office is empty, the typewriter on the secretary's desk
is covered with its plastic shroud. REGGIE enters, looks
for somebody, notices that the door to the private office is
slightly ajar.
REGGIE (tentatively)
Hello -- ? (there is no answer) Hello?
BARTHOLOMEW'S VOICE (o.s.)
(from the private office) Is there anything
wrong, Miss Tompkins?
REGGIE:
Uh -- Miss Tompkins isn't here.
BARTHOLOMEW comes to the door and looks in. He is a pale
grey-haired man who looks, on first examination, older than
his forty-odd years. Sickly would be the word that describes
him best -- pallid, consumptive-looking. He wears heavy
tortoise-framed glasses which fall down his nose and cause
him to push them back in place every so often with a quick
automatic motion.
BARTHOLOMEW:
I'm sorry -- my secretary must have gone
to lunch. You are -- ?
REGGIE:
Mrs. Lampert -- Mrs. Charles Lampert.
BARTHOLOMEW (looking at his watch)
Come in, Mrs. Lampert. You're quite late.
He motions for her to enter, standing aside to let her do so.
72.INT. BARTHOLOMEW'S PRIVATE OFFICE -- DAY
A small cubicle -- there is a silver-framed photo of three
kids on the desk. BARTHOLOMEW indicates a chair, then
goes behind his desk and sits. A can of lighter fluid
stands open on the desk and a crumpled hankie beside it.
BARTHOLOMEW:
Excuse me for a moment, Mrs. Lampert --
it's a stubborn little devil.
He works at a stain on his necktie with lighter fluid and
hankie.
BARTHOLOMEW:
Dry-cleaningwise, things are all fouled
up. I had a good man - an excellent
man on the Rue Ponthieu, but H.Q. asked us to
use the plant here in the building -- to ease the
gold outflow.
REGGIE:
Mr. Bartholomew -- are you sure you know
who I am?
BARTHOLOMEW (looking up)
Charles Lampert's widow -- yes? (going back
to the tie) Last time I sent out a tie
only the spot came back.
He looks up at her, laughs silently, then goes back to his
tie.
BARTHOLOMEW:
Voil�! As they say.
He puts away the lighter fluid in a desk drawer, smells
the hankie, passes on it, then sticks it in his pocket.
He opens another drawer and pulls out various sandwiches
wrapped in waxpaper, a salt and pepper shaker, a tube of
mustard, a bottle of red wine and two Dixie cups.
BARTHOLOMEW:
Have some, please. I've got . . . (checking)
. . . liverwurst -- liverwurst -- chicken and --
liverwurst.
REGGIE:
No thanks.
He uncorks the wine, fills a cup and begins eating.
BARTHOLOMEW:
Do you know what C.I.A. is, Mrs. Lampert?
REGGIE:
I don't suppose it's an airline, is it?
BARTHOLOMEW:
Central Intelligence Agency -- C.I.A.
REGGIE (surprised)
You mean spies and things like that?
BARTHOLOMEW:
Only we call them agents.
REGGIE:
We? You mean you're --?
BARTHOLOMEW:
Someone has to do it, Mrs. Lampert --
REGGIE:
I'm sorry, it's just that I didn't think that
you people were supposed to admit --
BARTHOLOMEW:
I'm not an agent, Mrs. Lampert -- I'm an administrator
-- a desk jockey -- trying to run a bureau
of overworked men with under-allocated funds.
Congress seems to think that all a spy needs --
REGGIE:
Agent.
BARTHOLOMEW:
Yes -- That all he needs is a code book and a
cyanide pill and he's in business.
REGGIE:
What's all this got to do with me, Mr. Bartholomew?
BARTHOLOMEW (his mouth full)
Your husband was wanted by the U. S. government.
REGGIE (a pause)
May I have a sandwich, please?
He hands her a sandwich and fills a wine-cup for her.
BARTHOLOMEW:
To be more specific, he was wanted by this agency.
REGGIE (eating)
So that was it.
BARTHOLOMEW:
Yes. We knew him, of course, by his real name.
REGGIE (almost choking)
His -- real -- ?
BARTHOLOMEW:
Voss -- Charles Voss. All right, Mrs. Voss --
(taking a photo from his desk) -- I'd like you
to look at this photograph, please -- by the
way, you saw this one, didn't you? (indicating
the kids on the desk) Scott, Cathy, and Ham, Jr.
REGGIE:
Very sweet.
BARTHOLOMEW:
Aren't they? Now look at this one, Mrs. Voss, and --
REGGIE:
Stop calling me that! Lampert's the name on
the marriage license.
BARTHOLOMEW:
Yes -- and tell me if you recognize anyone.
Just a moment. Have a good look.
He reaches back into the drawer and pulls out a glass which
he gives her.
73.CLOSE SHOT -- PHOTO
FOUR MEN, all in army uniform, sitting behind a table. The
glass is held over the first, magnifying the face.
74.CLOSER SHOT -- PHOTO
It's a photo of a young CHARLES LAMPERT.
REGGIE'S VOICE (o.s.)
It's Charles!
BARTHOLOMEW'S VOICE (o.s.)
Very good.
REGGIE'S VOICE (o.s.)
He looks so young -- when was this taken?
BARTHOLOMEW'S VOICE (o.s.)
1944. The next face, please.
The glass and CAMERA move to the next man -- a young TEX.
REGGIE'S VOICE (o.s.)
It's the man who came to the funeral
yesterday -- I'm sure of it -- a tall
man in a corduroy suit and string tie.
BARTHOLOMEW'S VOICE (o.s.)
Does the name Tex Penthollow mean
anything to you?
REGGIE'S VOICE (o.s.)
No.
BARTHOLOMEW'S VOICE (o.s.)
Next, please.
The glass and CAMERA move to the third face -- a young GIDEON.
REGGIE'S VOICE (o.s.)
Yes -- and he was there, too -- a little
fatter now -- and less hair -- but it's
the same one.
BARTHOLOMEW'S VOICE (o.s.)
Do you know him, Mrs. Vo -- Mrs. Lampert?
Leopold W. Gideon?
REGGIE'S VOICE (o.s.)
No.
BARTHOLOMEW'S VOICE (o.s.)
The last one, please.
The glass and CAMERA move to the fourth face -- a young
SCOBIE.
REGGIE'S VOICE (o.s.)
That's a face you don't forget -- he
was there too --
BARTHOLOMEW'S VOICE (o.s.)
Herman Scobie. And you've never seen
him before, either?
REGGIE'S VOICE (o.s.)
No, thank heaven.
75.MED. SHOT -- REGGIE AND BARTHOLOMEW
BARTHOLOMEW (a pause, regarding her)
Mrs. Lampert, I'm afraid you're in a great
deal of danger.
REGGIE:
Danger? Why should I be in any danger?
BARTHOLOMEW:
You're Charles Voss's wife -- now that he's
dead you're their only lead.
REGGIE:
Mr. Bartholomew -- if you're trying to
frighten me you're doing a really first-
rate job! (she takes another sandwich).
BARTHOLOMEW:
Please, do what we ask, Mrs. Lampert --
it's your only chance.
REGGIE (eating)
Gladly, only I don't know what you want!
You haven't told me.
BARTHOLOMEW:
Oh, haven't I? The money -- Mrs. Lampert --
the money. The $250,000 Charles Voss
received from the auction. Those three
men want it, too -- they want it very badly.
REGGIE:
But it's Charles's money, not theirs.
BARTHOLOMEW (laughing)
Oh, Mrs. Lampert! I'd love to see you
try and convince them of that! (drying
his eyes) Oh, dear.
REGGIE:
Then whose is it? His or theirs?
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