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I haven't got any.

You saw your friend Aziz

the other afternoon.

Sure I saw him.

He gave them to you then.

Very well, Mr. Brennan.

Until next time.

Now you told Officer Sarac here

you spent the entire evening...

- With Miss. Bauer.

- Correct.

The men that beat you up, Have

you never seen any of them before?

- Nope.

- And how do you account for it?

If I ever meet them again,

I'll make a point to inquire.

And when was the last time you

saw your friend Aziz Rachim?

Aziz? He's got nothing

to do with it.

Since we are all so

mystified, how can we be sure?

As a matter of fact, you saw

him just a few days ago.

- Then why ask?

- Policeman's habit.

Rachim has disappeared,

Mr. Brennan.

Not only from his

shop and apartment.

We've searched the city.

Impossible.

Not impossible, Mr. Brennan.

Merely an arresting coincidence.

I must tell you another?

One day you're low in funds.

The next, you plan to marry

this charming lady.

I do not think that you

would undertake such a step

if you were to

remain a poor man.

At the same time, we

are informed that

$200,000 worth of

stolen diamonds...

have been stuck smuggled into

Istanbul from Cairo.

In such a bracelet as yours, Miss.

Bauer.

It is yours, for the moment.

It would be a pity to

lock it up in a vault..

Wouldn't it? It is very beautiful.

Well, if we can't help you any

further, can we leave now?

Very well unless Officer Sarac

has further questions.

One moment, please.

Yes?

Thank you. This will interest you.

The merchant Rachim has been found.

He was discovered

in the harbor area,

dead of knife wounds.

You're free go.

You were wonderful. Perfect.

How did it happen? Why did those men

beat you up, Jim?

I think I have a line

on some diamonds.

- You haven't?

- I didn't steal them.

- I know you didn't but...

- Trust me.

Tell me something. How would you

like to be married in Paris?

I think Paris would

be very suitable.

In go upstairs and pack. Fast.

All right.

Jim, the diamonds. You're going to

give them back, aren't you?

Back? Back to whom? Aziz Or

the thugs who killed him?

The police?

The police? The police didn't

take a beating for them. I did.

Those diamonds only belong to the

man who's got them.

Now go on. Get ready for that

$200,000 honeymoon.

I see you in an hour.

Jim!

Good day, Miss Bauer.

Hello.

That's okay, Mac., I live here.

Come in. Brennan, come in.

You must forgive us. Another hour

and all would've been as it was.

Oh that's all right. Coming back to

an empty room wouldn't be the same.

Now if you'll get

your bloodhounds out of here

I'd like to start packing.

- You're leaving us?

- Yes. With deep regret.

But why the sudden decision?

Miss Bauer and I are flying to Paris.

We're going to be married.

We didn't want to wake up and

find you underneath the bed.

You'll permit me. Personal search.

Of course. Feel free.

You still looking for those diamonds

or what?

A policeman's preoccupation.

Still refuse to help us, eh?

Eh what if I could?

If you know the whereabouts

of the diamonds...

- Turkish authorities...

- Could get off the hook, eh?

What about Aziz?

I'm sorry. That is not my

department.

And diamonds aren't

my department.

Now if you don't mind, I'd like to

leave.

Oh I don't mind.

In fact, I insist.

You are to be deported

from Turkey, Mr. Brennan.

Deported? On what grounds?

You're an undesirable alien.

Under suspicion by the police

and the custom authorities.

Leave me. I can have

your visa revoked and

put you on a Paris

plane Within an hour.

- I'll fly my own plane.

- That won't be possible, I'm afraid.

Pending the

clarification of certain

technicalities, your aircraft

has been impounded.

I see. Well, that would be a good

deal, presuming I had the diamonds.

Those diamonds will never

leave Turkey, Mr. Brennan.

Till the time of boarding the

plane, you will be in my custody.

You will allow me?

Certainly. Make a reservation

for Miss. Bauer.

SAS, flight reservations, please.

What is the problem?

There's a fire in the

Lido apartments.

- Lido. Stephanie.

- Hold it.

Miss Bauer. Did you

see Miss Bauer?

Miss. Bauer, have you seen her?

I saw her.

- Where she is? Where'd she go?

- No one came out of the building.

Brennan! Brennan, come here!

Brennan! Brennan!

Stephanie! Stephanie!

No years. She's beyond recognition.

The fire seems to have started in

that part of the the building.

It's very old.

What can I say?

Nothing.

Mr. Brennan? Mr. Brennan?

It's pleasant to see you again.

Is it? I've already been here 2 min.

What kept you?

It's nice that you haven't

forgotten Paul Renkov.

May I buy you a drink?

Oh no, save your money. You're

the kind who will die broke.

Thank you.

You know, Mr. Brennan,

I'm badly paid.

I make up for it

with treachery.

You wouldn't care to buy

a little information?

Like what?

Like the name of my employer.

Un-uh. No deal.

It's a pity. His name is Darius.

It is an old acquaintance of yours.

You met him once... in an alley.

He would like to see you.

No really. He would..

- I wonder what we would talk about.

- I rather suspect diamonds.

I might enjoy that.

This time, I can promise you

a most civilized meeting.

Good. Don't count on it.

How good of you to

come, Mr. Brennan.

Yes, of course you do remember me.

Like yesterday.

Naturally you have certain

ideas of violence and revenge.

I assure you they would be quite

ridiculous, given the circumstances.

Paul, you may leave us.

Fascinating room, isn't it, Mr.

Brennan?

One can retire from the

world of business...

To the world of beauty.

I was at one time in the importing

line, you know.

Yes. Aziz Rachim said you

were in business together.

No, Mr. Brennan.

A bad shot in the dark.

Five years ago, in line with

certain of my activities...

I had the opportunity

of buying in Cairo

$200,000 worth of the

most beautiful diamonds.

I paid somewhat less

for them of course.

I had been smuggled

into Istanbul.

Is not it beautiful?

Am I boring you, Mr. Brennan?

No no, sad stories are my favorite.

A foolish bookkeeper of mine

stole the diamonds and sold

them to Rachim Aziz.

A few days later, Aziz

learned that my bookkeeper...

met with a fatal accident.

He made arrangements

to leave the country.

- He didn't make it, did he?

- No. Unfortunately not.

And I never recovered my property.

Mr. Brennan.

This loss was a source of

considerable unhappiness for me.

It's one of the saddest

story I've ever heard.

Mr. Brennan, I feel those

diamonds are still in Istanbul.

I call upon you to

find them for me.

You will be handsomely paid.

- Like how much?

- Like $10,000.

No. Couldn't close

the deal for that.

I feel you owe it to

yourself to try, sir.

I don't think our friend

Aziz would approve.

- Got a cigarette?

- Of course. Do forgive me.

Just like old times, eh, professor?

In the back alleys.

You're pretty good talker.

Now let's talk more about Aziz.

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