Fathom Page #6

- He did run off with the Fire Dragon.

- You saw it 7

Yes, but not my unknown angel.

I was in the boat with Mike

when he fished it out of the sea.

He won't be fishing anymore.

- Merriwether.

- Or Serapkin.

Or you, Colonel Campbell.

Or Mr. Campbell...

or whatever you're calling

yourself this season.

I know you've been

through a hellish lot,

but I hope, for your own sake,

you can still recognize the truth.

All I believe is what I see

with my own eyes,

like Mrs. Trivers...

who I shot this morning.

Spain, land of

passion and romance...

and resurrection.

Behold the dead Mrs. Trivers.

The rascal's rigged it, obviously;

Planted a gun loaded with blanks.

- They wanted a strong hold on you.

- Well, it's broken now.

If I were you, old girl, I'd get out

of Spain with a minimum of delay.

I can't believe it. Is someone

inviting me out of this party?

With my blessings,

Fathom Harvill,

and my profound apologies

for having placed you in such danger.

Oh, um, this will see you back

to your merry troupe of skydivers.

Come on, love. I'll drive you back

to town. - Don't bother, "love?

I can find my own way.

You're leaving so soon, Fathom.

Mike will be surprised.

Don't count on that.

Will you ever come back here?

Maybe, someday, if I'm

in a plane over Malaga...

and the pilot says I have to make

a forced landing or crash,

and even then

I'll think twice about it.

Hmm. That's funny.

It never did that before.

I'm late. Will you do me a favor

and run down and pay the bill?

Sure.

Can I help you?

I'll take the little one.

No, thanks. There's someone else

waiting to do that.

I see no one waiting.

You wouldn't,

but believe me, he's waiting.

- Where 7

- That's a good question.

But don't worry about it. I'll know him

when I see him, if he doesn't see me first.

- Get what I mean?

- Absolutely not.

Lucky girl.

Gracias.

Poppet! Hey, hey,

where are you going?

- I've been looking for you everywhere.

- Sorry about that.

- I was hoping you wouldn't be.

- What does that mean?

Why don't you ask Mrs. Trivers?

Maybe she can explain.

Excuse me, please.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Por favor. Excuse me.

Hey. Poppet!

I've been expecting you, dovchik.

- Join me.

- Think fast, Serapkin.

Oh!

- All right, love. You're safe now.

- Timothy!

I know they're aboard.

Campbell was certain you'd be followed.

- Which one of them do you suppose it is?

- How did Campbell know?

Only one reason you got out

of that boat... someone needs you.

- Someone wanted you to run.

- Why?

One possibility:
I think someone's

cast you as a pigeon, carrier type.

- Allow me.

- Oh, I'm...

- Where are you going?

- Poppet!

Why are you running away from me?

I can explain about Mrs. Trivers.

- You...

- I could do with a little comic relief.

Well, at last, the face that

launched a thousand wanted posters.

Very funny. The notorious

Korean deserter has a sense of humor.

Let's go, poppet.

Where are the rest of your things?

What are you doing

on this train?

Surely you don't believe this

criminal stooge, do you? - Dovchik!

Why, Mr. Serapkin. Oh.

I was so rude to you a moment ago.

Won't you join us?

Delighted.

Love, are you crazy? - I'm a girl who

loves to be surrounded by men, lots of men.

It makes me feel so secure.

I feel quite

a different sensation.

Ordinarily, Serapkin is chilled,

but this gathering warms his blood.

I feel on fire, dragon fire.

Excuse me, sir.

I would like

to thank you, dovchik,

for arranging this meeting

of my congenial competitors.

Yes. Isn't it a coincidence?

One cozy little family,

all with a sudden,

irresistible urge to travel.

No coincidence, poppet.

I saw that juvenile menace on your trail

and hopped aboard to protect you.

Oh, isn't it sad?

Everybody wants the other fellow's job.

How sweet.

Three gallant protectors.

Do not include me, dovchik.

I do not wish you any harm,

but my presence here...

is motivated by man's

purest emotion... greed.

Thank heaven for an honest man.

Hmm. Gentlemen,

lam going to win.

Now, how do you propose

we play the game?

I'm a detective, Serapkin.

I'm playing hide-and-seek.

- Somebody hid it, and I seek it.

- A child's game.

I trust, Mr. Merriwether, you can offer

something a little more... formidable?

Oh, I play all games... golf, tennis,

poker. I even toss the caber.

The only game I ever lost was spin

the bottle, and that was on purpose.

- How sad.

- Mm-hmm.

lam a lone professional

in a field of amateurs.

Well, then, let me tell you

what kind of a game I'm playing.

Oh!

- Gesundheit.

- Bless you.

Thank you. Could one of you

hand me my bag, please?

Thank you.

The name of the game,

gentlemen, is...

"Little Bo Peep

Comes Out Of Her Sleep."

Excuse me.

When this train gets to Madrid,

I'm taking a cab ride straight

to the American embassy.

There, I'll tell them a story

about three fascinating gentlemen...

I met in the south of Spain.

About a Mr. Merriwether,

a might-be detective...

or a maybe Korean defector.

And about a phony colonel

and his phony lieutenant...

who could be public enemies

number one and two.

Ah, and then there's that very

hothouse flower. No doubt about him.

A man with

a treacherous timepiece...

who always has time

for something treacherous.

I'm going to spill

every last bean in the can.

Anyone want to take that

cab ride with me? Well?

- Well, what's wrong? Is my slip showing?

- Oops. -

What's going on?

I just found out

who the bad guys are.

- I don't get it.

- I do.

The Fire Dragon,

it was in her case.

Game's over.

I'm suddenly frozen again.

I don't feel so hot myself.

From my Circassian ancestors,

I have inherited an admirable trait...

the gift of losing gracefully.

Well, I shall feel better

after a cup of warm brandy.

- A pleasure to have met you, sir.

- Oh, thank you, sir.

Don't mention it, sir.

You drive a speedboat

very carelessly, sir.

It's just not my clay.

Ow!

What are you doing? - Gotta contact

Campbell, tell him to look for Merriwether.

You've got it twisted, love.

Tell him Merriwether

is looking for us.

Fathom, love, you're brilliant.

Brilliant, indeed.

It dazzles me.

I'll take it.

Come on, now. You don't expect me to

be afraid of a silly little watch again.

Don't ever underestimate me, dovchik.

This way out, love.

- Why'd you do that?

- We have to get to Madrid.

There's a fine, you know. Conductor,

this is the bloke. -

- I saw him myself.

- And he's got a watch with a knife in it.

- Wait. I forgot my suitcase.

- Forget it, love.

With what you've got in that handbag, I'll

buy you a new wardrobe when we get to Paris.

- Paris?

- Campbell's waiting at an airstrip.

Let's get out of Spain

before Merriwether picks up the scent.

Gracias, old man.

Come on, love.

You called the tune, sir. She had

it, all right. - Let me see it.

I hope I never do again.

Fantastic.

One of the great glories

of Chinese culture.

No wonder they want it back.

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