Our Man in Havana Page #8

A vacuum cleaner...

is less effective than a gun.

- Yes.

- Then you will use your influence?

When you've finished here, come across.

When you bury him,

put his helmet on the coffin.

He was a sentimental man.

Hurry up, Milly, we'll be late for the movie.

If your husband died,

would you marry again?

I don't think I'd wait for that.

Yes. I suppose you could marry again,

if you call it a marriage.

It's terrible. I have to marry for keeps.

I'd be much better off as a mistress.

Milly, don't let the nuns make you hard.

They don't talk to me that way,

not that way at all.

Beat, how does this look?

Do you love my father?

What makes you think that?

The way you looked at him

when he came home from the lunch.

Perhaps it was because you were pleased

about his speech.

- Yes.

- I'm glad.

It wouldn't do, would it, your loving him?

Isn't Indiscret a lovely perfume?

I didn't hear you come up.

The end of the job.

Hasselbacher has been shot.

- But he wasn't one of your agents.

- I have no agents.

You were right to be suspicious.

I'm not the stuff of secret agents.

Just a man worried about the future.

I needed money.

This is a confession, Beatrice.

Where's your pencil and pad?

But the constructions. I saw the drawing.

I drew it myself.

Then they existed.

Yes,

as parts of the Atomic Pile vacuum cleaner.

- How do you like it, Father?

- Fine.

Don't you notice anything different?

Beatrice helped me with my makeup.

You look wonderful.

We're going to the movies.

Are you ready, Beatrice?

I 'm sorry, Milly.

I've started an awful headache.

- Take Rudy with you.

- Ask him, he's downstairs.

All right, I'll go with Rudy.

But if there's any trouble,

blame Indiscret, not me.

Tomorrow you and Rudy will fly home.

And I always thought

you were so darned professional.

I wonder if my marriage

would have broken up...

if he could have laughed

just once at UNESCO.

But he never laughed. I'm not going.

- I don't want you to share my disloyalty.

- You're loyal to Milly.

Who cares about men who are loyal,

just the people who pay them...

to organisations.

I don't think

any country means all that much.

We've many countries in our blood,

haven't we?

Would everything be in the mess it is

if we were loyal to love and not to countries.

What sort of sentence can they give

a man for deceiving the Secret Service?

Is it life for treason?

Or six months for committing a nuisance?

They can't do anything to you here.

This isn't British territory.

In time it'll blow over.

At my age, one fears time.

Where will you be?

The Persian Gulf, perhaps.

Why the Persian Gulf?

Redemption through sweat and tears.

There are lots of things

I'd like to say to you...

if I was younger...

if I was richer...

and if there wasn't something

I have to do tonight.

And what do you have to do tonight,

Mr. Wormold?

Beat you at chequers.

What is this?

When you take a piece, you drink it.

As I'm the better player, I drink more?

- Perhaps you have a weak head.

- It's as strong as another man's.

But sometimes when I drink

I lose my temper...

and I would not want to do this

with my future father-in-law.

You play with the Scotch,

I play with the bourbon.

You move first.

Careless or cunning?

We have checked up on Carter.

He has an alibi.

You are playing recklessly.

You should have taken me.

I remove this piece, huh?

Why don't you remove your belt?

You'll feel more comfortable.

Do you keep your gun loaded?

The kind of enemies I have

do not give me time to load.

Take this piece, Mr. Wormold.

- You don't want to huff me?

- No.

Where does Carter live?

At the hotel Inglaterra.

Careless again.

Why did you do that?

You will lose your king.

I must be drunk.

Where is... Why is Milly so late?

You're a bad loser, Segura.

Admit you are beaten.

I have the better head.

Look.

That was a trap.

George IV. Queen Anne.

Highland Queen.

It's a royal victory, Segura.

I surrender now.

- Wormold.

- I wanted to apologise, that speech of mine.

I was a bit drunk, and I still am.

I went too far.

- I thought you were a bit strange.

- Upset by that dog, too.

Foreigners don't know how to treat animals.

- What was wrong with the dog?

- Worms, I'd say.

How about you and me doing the hot spots?

- Well, isn't it a bit late?

- All the better.

Where can we go?

There's a club not too far from here.

The Ofelia.

- Quiet spot?

- Very quiet.

No danger... Police?

No, everything's legal in Havana.

- The Ofelia?

- Yep.

And afterwards we'll go on to a house.

You know what I mean.

I'll be back.

Give me that.

A club called the Ofelia. I'll keep him there.

Tell them not to be long.

Do you think it's time we moved on?

This place is as much fun as a funeral.

Another drink first.

You aren't expecting anyone,

are you, Carter?

How could I be?

The way you watch the door,

I thought perhaps you had friends.

I have no friends.

Go on, Carter, she wants to be undone.

I'm sorry, I can't get it undone.

I don't like horseplay.

You can see this sort of show anywhere,

just girls undressing.

You're shy of women, aren't you, Carter?

There are more important things.

Rotten brandy this is.

Let's move on, then.

Haven't they got a decent drink here?

- I thought you said this was the Ofelia?

- I changed my mind.

Why?

It's nearer to where we have to end.

Then let's go.

There you are.

A friend of yours?

A friend of a friend, really. He's blind.

- Blind?

- Yes. It's a pity you didn't know that.

I mean,

you might have given him some money.

This is the house.

Perhaps it would be more sensible

some other night.

Ring the bell.

But you're coming in?

No, Carter, this is where you end up.

Alone.

You're making a mistake.

I'm not important.

I was under orders, like you.

My pipe. You broke my pipe.

Beginner's luck.

I'm not even armed.

Wormold, we're just private soldiers,

you and I.

They'll take care of you in there.

It was a fair fight.

For as much as the spirit of the departed...

has entered into the life immortal...

we therefore commit the body

of this our brother, Carl Hasselbacher...

Receive into thy merciful hands,

O Lord, the soul of this, thy servant...

Hubert Carter.

Grant him an entrance

into the land of light and glory.

Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit.

Amen.

There weren't many of us, were there?

I wish Beatrice and Rudy could have stayed.

Mr. Wormold, one moment, please.

I have signed your deportation papers

after all.

- For what reason?

- You prefer to work alone.

Unofficially speaking, I do not feel

myself safe with you around.

I want you to leave immediately to London.

- For London?

- London.

Will you come and see me in Switzerland?

I shall make every effort, I promise.

- May I go skiing to make up for Seraphina?

- Of course.

I have come to see the last of you,

Mr. Wormold.

Havana will miss you, Milly.

Will you look after Seraphina carefully?

Very carefully.

She is used to sugar

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