Les espions Page #8

We couldn't have found a better bait.

- Thank you!

- You're welcome.

One hour after her arrival, you had

fifty of them breathing down your neck.

And big shots too! Cooper, Kaminsky...

All thick as a brick

and as nasty as anything.

They must be furious.

If Howard and Vogel

fall into their clutches...

- We must warn Howard.

- Can you contact him?

- No.

- Well, then.

- Are you leaving?

- Yes.

- Quickly and as far away as possible.

- You're afraid.

Lon is dead and so is Victor.

Bad luck comes in threes.

I'm not superstitious.

It's up to you.

Here... a little souvenir.

- I'd give anything to find Howard.

- You have nothing to give.

- I have one million.

- Well...

Well, well, well...

You know where to contact

the Colonel?

No, but I have contacts.

And for one million,

I'll make an effort.

- A packet of Gauloises "corn paper".

- They don't exist.

Then give me a box of matches.

- A box?

- A book.

- Well?

- You have the money?

The Colonel is upstairs,

on the fourth floor.

- You're not coming with me?

- I'm no longer interested in this matter.

- Thanks, anyway.

- Good luck, Doctor.

Are you here?

- Doctor, what a timely arrival.

- You got him?

No. When he saw me, he lost

his mind and took some poison.

Help me get him on the bed.

I need to know what he took.

What was it, Howard? Tell us.

Get this from the chemist.

Hurry up, Cooper.

Every minute counts.

Am I disturbing you?

- Have you killed him?

- He took some poison.

- Mr Cooper, time is passing!

- But I can't leave him with him.

- Then you go, Mr Kaminsky.

- Do you take me for a fool?

Please, gentlemen, look at him!

We'll go together, all right?

All right.

We'll have a chat.

Forgive me, Howard.

It's all my fault. I acted like a fool.

- I'm going to get you out of here.

- I don't want to.

- Let me die.

- I can't, I'm a doctor.

They'll make me talk.

Save Vogel.

Marseilles?

You want me to take Vogel

to Marseilles?

He'll be on the blue train?

And then?

Howard, what then?

Car... go...

Bo... li... var.

Blue train, Departure at 8 pm,

First class sleeper only,

Calling at Dijon, Lyons, Avignon,

Marseilles St Charles,

Toulon, St-Raphal,,,

- Single 17.

- 17? Great.

- You don't have any luggage?

- No.

- My tickets?

- We keep them, sir.

,,, direct to San Remo,

Restaurant and bar,

Ladies and gentlemen,

we wish you a pleasant journey,

- Do you have a message for me?

- No, sir.

- You didn't take my ticket earlier.

- My colleague is having dinner.

- It's ready, sir.

- Thank you.

Would you like a bottle

of mineral water?

No, a bottle of dry white wine.

- Half?

- No, a bottle.

- Meursault, champagne, riesling?

- No, ordinary.

- Then it will be chablis.

- Whatever.

- Excuse me, sir.

- No, stay!

I'm replacing Howard.

Are you Professor Vogel?

- Where's Howard?

- He killed himself.

My God!

He didn't suffer too much.

He died in my arms.

Why?

- Were you two close?

- I didn't know him well.

We met in Berlin once

and understood each other straightaway.

When I told him

what I had found out,

he helped me escape

from the Russians... and the others.

We deserted together.

- What is it?

- White wine, sir.

- Not now. It's too late.

- Very well, sir.

That scared me.

Me, too.

Are you travelling in this car?

- No, I'm nowhere.

- I'm proud to be able to help you.

The whole world is proud of me.

My country is proud of me.

But I'm not proud of myself.

- And you, what do you do for a living?

- I'm a psychiatrist.

You're a doctor.

You try to cure people, to save them.

Me, everything I invented

leads to a massacre.

If you knew what's in my head.

It's appalling.

- A new bomb?

- Less than that... and a lot more.

For the price of one bomb,

I can build two to three hundred.

Instead of using ten kilos of uranium

or plutonium to blow a hydrogen bomb,

I use the equivalent of a button.

I managed to reduce the critical mass

of a chain reaction, that's all.

That means a very cheap bomb.

A massacre available to everyone.

The end of the world.

And to think it was all by chance.

Ideas turn round inside the neurons.

Then they cling on and it's over.

You can't unhook them.

You're not responsible.

No. And yet...

Let's see, Doctor,

you're a psychiatrist.

Isn't there a way to erase an idea,

to expel it from the brain?

To destroy it so completely that even

torture can't make it resurface again.

No, I don't think so.

Then it's the brain

that has to be destroyed.

My only way out is suicide,

like Howard.

To never speak again.

You don't have the right. You can

invent other things than bombs.

But they won't allow it.

This is what they want: Death.

Other people's death.

The blackmail of death.

They all want to be right

and the last reason...

...is this one.

DIJON - CITY

Dijon:
Three-minute stop,

Fast train number three

calling at Lyons,,,

Where are we?

In Dijon.

We've done a third of the journey.

Something is worrying you?

Wait.

I must have been mistaken.

I missed the train. Luckily

I had a fast car and a good driver.

We nearly rolled over three times.

- Did you hear the guy who spoke?

- Do you know him?

- I'm afraid so.

- They picked up my trail?

- I don't know.

- We must know.

Remember what I said?

I'll kill myself or they'll kill me,

but they won't get me alive.

Go.

Have you seen a man who...

Doctor, what a surprise!

Would you like a drink?

- No, thanks.

- Stay here. Don't go back there.

- What did you do to him?

- Nothing. I was in the bar.

Bastard!

- We keep bumping in to each other.

- Let me through!

- What's the matter?

- The doctor is losing his mind.

- Where is Vogel? Murderer!

- Don't be silly, Malic. It's over now.

I've only just started.

You kill a man, destroy the evidence

and I should shut up?

- Don't make such a fuss!

- You'll go to jail, you bloody spies!

Gentlemen, keep the noise down.

People are sleeping.

Stop the train.

They are spies.

They killed Hugo Vogel,

a great physicist.

- They threw him out of the window.

- This window? You saw them?

Almost. When I arrived,

Vogel's hat was on the bed.

- What did you do with it?

- They threw it out.

- In which car was Mr Vogel travelling?

- He wasn't in any car.

He was hiding.

This train is full of spies.

- They even have a membership badge.

- May I?

"Association of ocarina players".

Your colleague must have seen Vogel

when he brought the wine.

- My colleague?

- While you were having dinner.

I haven't had dinner yet.

I've been here all the time.

You're with them!

Doctor, calm down!

Dr Malic is a distinguished psychiatrist.

- You're going to say I'm mad.

- Just a bit overworked.

Overworked?! I'll get off at the next

stop and tell everything to the police.

I'll tell them all about you.

Bastards! Swines!

I went to the police

and told them everything in detail.

They didn't even listen to me.

Of course,

I needed proof or witnesses.

Some people know and could

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