Scorpio Page #6

I wanted to buy you

something lovely and exotic.

JEAN:
You wanted

to buy me something I wanted.

All right, I'll take this one.

MAN:
Okay, but there's no charge, lady.

If you want 10 give something, there's

a donation box in front of the office.

Okay. '!-

Should we give him anything special to eat?

Oh, no, no. You can use anything.

Any scraps from the kitchen.

If he's hungry, he'll eat anything.

Just a word, Mr. Laurier.

A few minutes, please.

McLeod has closed the Cross file.

Is that a polite warning?

No. I'm here on my own.

I'd like your opinion.

You know my opinion.

That airport, could be Moscow.

- Could be'?

- We think it is.

But could be Prague or Budapest.

That's careless geography.

You, uh...

You still think Cross will come back?

If that was Moscow, they'd hardly let him

pose for few photographs and then leave,

would they?

I don't know where ii is,

and I don't know

what the Russians might or might not do.

But I know what Cross will do.

What do you think I should do?

Sit in McLeod's chair and see if it fits.

It will be vacant soon.

PICK:
We've got a fix on the thief

His name's Paul Milne. He's running scared.

I'd hit him tonight, Cross.

He might be gone by tomorrow.

He's a third-term man,

so he's down for life

without a killing on his sheets.

With that bonus, the law should

be breathing hard down his back,

but there's no heat.

The story is around that the man downtown

has been told to cool it

and doesn't like it.

The grumble goes high up.

You think they could put a fix in?

They might if they had a good reason.

What's this Milne's form like?

Housebreaker, jimmy and soft-shoe stuff.

He's never been caught

with a gun or a blade.

I've asked around,

but nobody says he shot your wife.

But you know where to find him.

What the hell is this?

Who are you guys?

No! Jesus, that's gas!

Who are you?

Match.

Holy mother of God!

The job where the woman was killed.

I didn't kill her! I don't carry a gun.

Who?

I was hired. This guy.

I don't even know his name.

Did he tell you what to look for?

Notebook, a small package.

Paper, letters, anything with writing on it.

- Did he shoot her?

- Yes.

The lady comes in sudden

and she's got this gun.

She opened up on him and he blasted her.

Cross.

Give up smoking, thief.

It's bad for your health.

PICK:
So now you know.

CROSS:
Now I know.

How are you gonna get that guy

if he's as big as you say he is'?

He ain't gonna be no Lady Godiva.

Miff Wilson.

Cross, man, it's gonna cost you.

I can afford it.

I've saved enough to buy a mountain

I won't need any more.

I know you're out there, Cross.

I can feel it.

- Miff.

- Cross.

- How are you?

- Great.

- Got a minute? Let's step outside.

- Sure.

Sure.

Miff, remember the job

you did for me in Michigan?

I want you to take care of someone for me.

He'll be coming clown the street

in a black Cadillac car.

Hey, nut.

What are you doing?

They're beautiful.

We're going to Paris.

When?

Tomorrow. We'll get an apartment.

You've got an apartment.

A new one.

You're crazy. You know that?

Crazy out of your skull.

No.

I love you.

If anything happens to me,

if I'm stopped at the airport

or anything like that,

take this to the French Embassy,

to a Gil Mousseau.

Gil Mousseau.

And give it to him.

He'll know what to do.

No, don't ask now.

I'll tell you soon. In Paris.

Are you in trouble, Jean?

No. That's my insurance policy.

You know I'm old-fashioned enough

to buy you a ring.

And I know a place

that makes a good breakfast.

See you on Monday, Fil.

Have a good lunch.

Bloody martini circuit.

Damn town runs on olives and small talk.

This is it.

Is this the place?

- This'll be okay.

- Right on.

You drive on.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Stay here, Mr. McLeod. I'll see to it.

Don't move me.

Call an ambulance.

MIFF:
Don't move me.

Mr. McLeod, sir.

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

DRIVER:
Quick, quick! Get an ambulance.

Your flight leaves Dulles airport at 7:50.

- Good luck.

- Thanks.

I will see you over there.

Yeah.

Mr. Laurier.

You were right, Scorpio.

We should have listened to you.

Are you going to fulfill your contract now?

I'm out.

We still want Cross.

He'll make contact now

with the opposition, one last big delivery.

You've shown me no proof

that Cross was a traitor.

You've got a handful of maybes.

You can't buy 10 minutes

of my time with that.

Proof? You want proof?

What do you think McLeod was?

A psychopath?

Some sick mind that

went about ordering killings

to make his days interesting?

No. He was a professional,

like Cross, but with a difference.

He was honest.

He had only two gods, efficiency and duty.

Cross is a double agent.

In intelligence all evidence is,

of necessity, circumstantial,

but Cross had bank accounts

with considerable assets in Zurich,

under the number 30-98-71.

You can see it written down there

in his handwriting,

checked out against a signature

on his American Express credit card.

In that account alone, he had $238,000,

down this year to $124,000.

By the way, Scorpio,

you can hold the picture on screen

or close in on it

by using that panel in front of you.

His next account turned up in Panama,

this time under the name

Robert Crosthwaite.

Credit, $19,500.

He also has a Dallas bank account

under the name Gerald Cross.

Assets, as of January '73, $60,000.

I grant you, field work demands

trading with the opposition.

Cross knew men like Zharkov but...

Here he is with Raymond Hussein in Paris,

a man who he told us he had never met.

Here with Robert Simmonds in Beirut,

another name that never

appears in his field reports.

Cross again in an Arab guerrilla camp

with Salem Demoum.

All these men were responsible

for receiving substantial information leaks

from unidentified sources,

leaks that could have come from Cross.

So when Cross' wife

returned to Washington,

we put her under surveillance.

Now, we have reason to believe

that she was being used as a delivery.

Now, this was filmed by

one of our agents when she left the house

shortly after the message

you monitored in Vienna,

was called through to Washington.

She went to this storage house.

Cross kept some belongings there.

Then she left, went directly

to the Library of Congress building,

we believe to pass a message.

It was very crowded there with

tourists. She may have made a drop.

Our agent couldn't be sure

because he wasn't allowed

to photograph in the building.

She left there at 5:49,

just before closing time.

GIRLFRIEND:
a' picked you up, remember?

I only talked Anne into

sharing an apartment with me

so I had an excuse to be around.

(ECHOING) I picked you up, remember?

Good night. Bye-bye.

Jean.

Jean.

You'll have to look me in the eye

when you kill me, Jean.

That won't bother me. Not this time.

No, you're a one-talent man, Frenchman.

You took this contract 'cause you wanted

inside, you wanted my job,

and you needed a McLeod

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