The Truth About Charlie Page #2

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Yes, I know. | Slain husband, missing money.

Cops breathing | down her neck. | Exactly.

And now | the mysterious stranger.

Okay. Fine. | You're here on holiday?

Actually, I live here | off and on.

She's a real beauty, | isn't she?

I suppose she is. Yes.

I always wonder | with a woman like that...

what kind of guy actually | gets to go to bed with her?

Well, in this case, | a dead one, I guess.

Well, surely you're not | suspicious of her, Commandant.

No? | Well, she just doesn't | seem like the type.

Which type is that? | The murdering type?

Mm-hmm.

Cheese. Cheese.

Merci, monsieur. | I'll take that, Mrs. Lambert.

Mr. Bartholomew? | How do you do?

Wait here, Pierre.

Sorry our first meeting | has to take place under | such unhappy circumstances.

We have a great deal to cover, | and I'm on a bit of | a tight schedule today.

How you holding up? | I'm bewildered, | to tell you the truth.

French police | been bothering you?

They seem to think I had | something to do with this... | this hideous...

I'm afraid we can't interfere | there... not just now anyway.

I want you to know | you'll have every protection | the United States has to offer.

Protecting British citizens? | Isn't that a little bit | out of your jurisdiction?

Your husband occasionally | lent his services to us | here at the O.D.C.

The what?

Most secure | talk space in town.

The O.D.C. Office of Defense | Cooperation, Mrs. Lambert.

We, of course, knew your husband | by his real name, Charlie Lake.

Now, Mrs. Lake, | I'd like you to look at | this photograph, please,

and tell me if there's | anyone you recognize.

Have a good look.

Charles, of course.

What about the other three?

Afraid not.

They worked with Charlie | almost three years ago | on an operation...

of an extraordinarily | delicate nature.

I "get it."

I need to assess just how | precarious your situation is.

Now, this gentleman | who escorted you | to your hotel last night.

A friend. Joshua Peters. | He has nothing to do with this.

- How long have you known Mr. Peters? | - Actually, I just met him.

Oh, boy.

Look, I don't mean | to be intrusive,

but we don't know quite | what Charlie was up to...

or who he was up to it with.

- But we do know $6 million is | a significant amount of money. | - Six million?

- Is that what this is about? | - Correct.

I want to make it | perfectly clear that even | if we wanted to, which we don't,

we couldn't force you to do it.

Your decision must be | entirely your own, Mrs. Lake. | What decision?

To work with us.

If you think I'm | getting mixed up in this, | you're absolutely bonkers.

- You already are mixed up | in it, Mrs. Lake. | - Stop calling me that.

- We want that money back, | Mrs. Lambert. | - I don't have it.

Oh, yes, you do. You have it. | You just don't know you've got it.

A misplaced key to | a safe-deposit box, a certified | check in tomorrow's mail,

or a baggage claim ticket | tucked in a paperback.

If you look for it, | you'll find it.

You may not have | a great deal of time either.

The people in that photo... | They know you've got it | just as surely as we do.

You won't be safe until that money | is in our hands. Is that clear?

This is my direct cell line.

Don't lose it, Mrs. Lambert. | Call me anytime, day or night.

And, please, this is crucial. | You mustn't betray...

the confidentiality | of this dialogue.

You must not tell anyone | about coming to see me.

Certainly. No problem. | I promise you.

It's clear that you're | a very decent person, Mrs. L.

That's a rare quality nowadays.

Tough situation you're in here, | but I feel for you.

God bless.

His agenda.

Charles Lambert's last day | was busy.

To us, largely meaningless.

"12:
00, 8 Rue des Rosiers,

Clignancourt. " | The flea market.

Twenty-four.

Four. Okay.

Nine.

So then eight must be...

Pardon. | Regina, right?

My name is Lola. | I knew your husband.

I see.

So, were you | Charlie's trophy, Regina,

or his partner?

Do you know what | I'm talking about when | I say Operation Verify?

How about this? | Forty-six Eppler-cut diamonds?

Believe it or not, | Lola, I don't want that money.

Okay. | So you know about it.

You just don't want it. | I see.

I may be the only one, | but that's how it is.

Charlie ripped off | some very dangerous people.

I don't know anything | about my husband's | business interests.

Hmm. | I though you just said... | I don't mean to be rude,

Then don't be. | But are you finished?

Not quite. | See, your husband...

messed us up...

something fierce.

Regina,

am I getting through to you | at all here?

Reggie?

Regina.

We earned that money.

We want it. | "We dese"rv"e it."

Are you all right? | Was that woman giving you | a hard time?

You could say that. | Yes, she was.

Joshua, what are you | doing here?

I can't believe this. | I saw you getting your cab | back in town.

I followed, almost lost you | a couple times.

Just caught up in time | to see you coming inside here.

I really do seem to be | caught up in a terrible mess.

Yeah, but why are you here | in this neighborhood, in this place?

I don't understand. | A notation in Charles's | date book...

"8 Rue des Rosiers." | I'm trying to make sense | of his last day...

the places that he went to.

Joshua, it's not just | that Charles was murdered.

There's all this other money... | government money | that's gone missing.

And there are other people...

who want it.

And that man is one of them.

So was the woman | in the alley.

Ah! Monsieur Peter.

I'm gonna get my messages, | and then I'll get that stuff | in my room.

I'll meet you upstairs? | Okay.

Great fish. And I hear | their wine list was...

- Have a good look. | - I think you have...

something that belongs to me.

In here?

- Joshua! | - All right.

Get your filthy... | I'm just trying to | open the bag.

- Reggie. | - Calm down.

I will not calm down.!

Reggie.

- Joshua!

Hey!

Go!

- Wait. | - Go.

Joshua.!

Joshua! Joshua!

- Hello? | - Mr. Bartholomew.

They're here. | I saw them. | Mrs. Lambert.

The ones in the photograph.

Describe them to me, | Mrs. Lambert.

Emil Zadapec.

II-Sang Lee.

Lola Jansco. | All three, very dangerous, | highly capable individuals.

It's absolutely imperative | that I see you as soon | as possible, Mrs. Lambert.

Reggie? | Mrs. Lambert?

- Coming. I've got to go, | Mr. Bartholomew. | - Please use extreme caution.

Yes, I will. I promise.

Oh. | Everything all right?

What about you?

It might be a bit wrinkled. | My dress.

Are you okay now? | Oh, I'm still shaking.

What happened? | What did you do? | Oh, nothing much.

I don't think | he'll be bothering you | anymore though.

How you doing?

You know what's wrong with you, | Joshua Peters?

What?

Absolutely nothing.

Mmm. | I feel a little funny | about this.

My kisses are funny?

You hungry?

Yeah. | Great.

Starving. | I got lots of goodies.

I'm... I'm gonna shower first.

Okay.

Just make yourself | at home, okay?

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