Fathom Page #2
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- 1967
- 99 min
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A bonnie girl skydiver swept helplessly
off course by treacherous winds.
The secret will be
under your hat, you see.
A skydiver's helmet
with a slight modification...
- A bee in your bonnet.
A bee to sting life into
the wee bug we dropped on the roof.
It needs the stimulation of another radio
signal very close and very powerful.
Your mere entry into the villa
will do the trick.
Why don't you send
for your own paratroopers?
The nearest parachute battalion's
in Aden, a day away.
We can't risk the time.
But I've spent all year cooped up
in an office staring at molars.
I've been looking forward
to this trip.
And the team leaves
for Perpignan this evening.
And you'll be with them tomorrow...
with first class transportation
and our grateful thanks.
How long does one jump take?
Good luck, love.
The radio-The bee in your bonnet,
start it operating.
Act perfectly natural.
Tell them you've turned an ankle.
They won't hurt you, love.
The last thing they want
is to give themselves away.
See the beauty of it?
Good luck, Fathom Harvill.
Very good luck.
Hello? Anybody home?
P, "
Is someone there?
Hello.
Hold it just the way you are, will you?
- What are you...
- Hold it right there. That's fine.
Could be a journalistic first.
"Killer caught in act." - Mm-hmm.
Run through it once more, would you?
Holding your blunt instrument.
Now, wait just a minute.
- You can't think that I...
Oh, yes.
I can think most easily.
As a matter of fact, I can't imagine
what else one could think.
You and your chum obviously broke in
here while Miss Soon and I were out...
driving our friends
to the beach with their kiddies.
You had a wild party, and then, under the
combined influence of my very best champagne...
and your undoubted charms,
the poor fellow
must've lost his head.
So... you bumped him.
- Just one small mistake.
- Really? What's that?
I don't make a habit of murdering people
I haven't been introduced to.
I found him dead in your living room,
no doubt where you just left him.
The impudence of this creature.
And so lovely too.
I hate disbelieving
lovely girls.
Merriwether's my name.
" P" for Peter.
- What's yours?
- Harvill, Fathom.
"F" for fathead. I dropped in
by mistake at the end of a parachute.
- A parachute?
- I was making a practice skydive,
and I drifted off course
into your terrace.
Well, what do you know.
There is parachute
on the terrace.
What an extraordinary way for
a girl to drop in. - Isn't it?
Not at all.
Happens to parachutists every day.
I'm sure of that. However, if you're
just an accidental dropper inner,
you can't have anything
to hide, can you, poppet?
Arms extended, please.
No, no, not folded.
Extended.
Good girl.
Will suffice, Peter.
Huh? Uh, no.
Not quite, I'm afraid.
We do have to be
completely thorough.
Leave no fair stone unturned.
Enjoying the view?
That's highly gratifying.
You've nothing concealed.
Correction.
- What did you expect to find?
- Oh, come on. Campbell didn't tell you?
- Campbell?
- Mm-hmm.
Tall man.
He has a false leg.
I once knew a Camberry.
Nice guy.
Tall enough. Red hair.
But it couldn't be him.
He was a pole vaulter.
You're either the coolest cookie
I've ever met,
or, exactly as you said,
a skydiver...
with the nuttiest
sense of direction.
For the time being, we'll give you
the benefit of the doubt.
Very handsome of you,
Mr. Merriwether.
Believe me, it's a pleasure...
for the time being.
- Anywhere special you'd like to be taken?
- The nearest town" do.
Fine. Saddle up two horses, Jo.
You ride, don't you?
Well, I'm better in cars.
So am I.
But on this trip you'll see
that horses have a definite advantage.
Jo, get her some riding clothes
so she doesn't look too conspicuous.
- But, Peter, don't you think...
- No questions. I know what I'm doing.
Yes, Peter.
- Splashy way you have with women, Mr.
Merriwether. - My friends call me Peter.
What do your enemies call you?
Enemies? Me?
No. I live in a world of love.
Fathom.
I've never met a Fathom.
Where did you ever get
a kinky name like that?
First initials for uncles. Freddie,
Arthur, Tom, Harry, Oscar, Milton.
They were all rich, and Papa
wasn't taking any chances.
- Unlike me.
- Chance is what life is made of, poppet.
For example, who would've thought an hour
ago you and I would be transporting...
an unlucky stranger
to his last resting place?
Necessity has made us allies.
Speak for yourself, Merriwether.
What do you want to do?
Whistle for the police?
Where I come from, that's usually
what we do when we find dead bodies.
That's right. But when they arrive, we'd have
to show them some embarrassing pictures.
Do you want that? Hmm?
What say we drop the " reluctant"
and make it a full-time partnership?
- You and me? A partnership?
- Mm-hmm.
- In what?
- Getting what we're after.
I haven't the slightest notion
what you're after.
All right. Let's stop
playing games, shall we?
I know you're working
for Douglas Campbell.
Campbell? Campbell.
You're obsessed with that name.
Campbell's a loser. He can't win.
Don't you understand that?
A loser in what?
You know, I like you.
You jump well.
You ride well. You lie well.
I hope you lose well.
Vamonos.
There's a nice blind curve
on the highway below. Lend a hand.
What's the matter?
Sort of goes against
the grain somehow.
So will ten years
in a Spanish pokey.
And just...
Yeah, a truck hits a hiker
around a curve.
The town is full of lousy drivers.
more than you'll ever know.
You're next, poppet.
Why the panic? You did say
the nearest town, didn't you?
Here's where you get off
Thanks, Merriwether.
It's been gruesome.
Do yourself a favor, poppet.
Throw away that parachute and fly
right back to wherever you came from.
Hey, Mike, I ordered champagne
for everybody. Didn't you hear me?
I heard you, angel. The trouble is,
I didn't hear your money.
Trustless beast.
Kurt will be here any minute
with more money than you've ever seen.
I don't doubt it,
but I'm waiting till he comes back.
- Hello.
- Hi.
Whoo. I think you have
a reservation for me.
- I hope so.
- The name's Fathom Harvill.
Fathom 7 How'd you get
a name like Fathom?
- It's short for Elizabeth.
- You've got a room.
Some fellow brought your bags in...
about an hour ago.
Didn't say you were
a parachutist.
You have something
against parachutists?
No. Your stuffs
in number five.
Help yourself to a key.
Hey! Is everyone in
this country camera-crazy?
What's the matter? A girl like you should
be used to having her picture taken.
Mike takes photos of everyone who stays
here. It's the custom of the house.
But for you, angel,
I'll find a good spot.
- If I were you, I'd lock my door at night.
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