The Wrecking Crew Page #3

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Mr. Helm? Yu-Rang.

No, I didn't.

But since you're here,

why don't you sit down?

No, my name is Yu-Rang.

Your name is Yu-Rang? That's good.

Lie down. I want to talk to you.

About a certain $1 billion in gold?

Half a billion, Mr. Helm.

I'm thinking of a partnership.

So am I.

Shall we...

come to the point?

Maybe you're in too big a hurry.

Now that we're partners...

why don't you just relax, Miss Yu-Rang?

Let's not be formal, Matt.

My first name is Wen.

Wen? Wen Yu-Rang.

I say the answer's hello.

Now where did you say

my half a billion in gold was?

In the same place my half a billion is.

Pardon me, Mr. Helm.

She's here.

No. Yes, she's here.

She's got a knife in her hand.

I know she's got a knife in her hands.

And I said I'd call you.

But it's very important.

Pardon me?

We're having a party, no?

Here.

They told me you were a unique...

experience, Mr. Helm. Matt.

Incredibly formidable, exciting.

Now I shall never find out.

Mr. Helm, Mr. MacDonald has been calling

and he's on his way here.

Isn't that an adorable mink, Mr. Helm?

I don't know what you've got,

but you sure got bad timing.

Yes? Linka?

A lodge? I'd love to.

Aren't you going to wait for Mr. MacDonald?

He cabled the Bureau he'd be in tonight.

- Want to do me a favour?

- Yes, sir.

Go play in the freeway.

Without a car.

- J.B., please.

- J.B.

Yes.

Establish an observation post

at Contini's chateau.

- It'll be functional at 0800 hours.

- Right.

Mr. MacDonald,

can you give us any assurance...

that Matt Helm will complete

his mission on time?

I regret to say that I can't, Mr. Ambassador.

You see, Matt's been out of contact

for the past 26 hours.

Gentlemen, unless we get that gold

on Monday...

by noon the pound will be worthless.

In that event, how long could

the American dollar survive?

- Can't we send in a task force?

- No, sir.

We just can't risk a newsbreak.

However, I've notified Matt

that I'm on my way to Copenhagen.

I'll report to you by 0100.

Gentlemen.

I told you I'd love to come.

- Of course, but you startled me.

- You weren't expecting me?

But I'm delighted you're here.

As a matter of fact, I could use a little help.

Would you, please?

Which way, up or down?

There's always a choice, Mr. Helm,

isn't there?

Thank you.

I thought you wanted to talk.

Can't that wait? I always...

prefer pleasure before business.

I bet your father was a wise old gypsy.

- Because I'm going barefoot?

- Just a thought.

But I like your thinking. Pleasure first.

Without interruptions.

- Were you expecting someone?

- Yes.

That nice friendly character in your car.

But don't you worry about him.

He's taking a nice long nap.

That was stupid. Karl is no threat to you.

And neither am I.

So this is the place I was

going to get shot in the back.

Kind of a stylish pad to take off from.

I forgot to tell you...

I took the gun.

Well, of course Contini sent me here

to kill you.

But you see, on the way over here,

I changed my mind and I decided not to.

After I decked that friendly chap and

after I took the hardware, then you decided?

Mr. Helm.

Come here.

You want me to lie down

so you can talk to me?

Okay.

- About a partnership.

- A full partnership?

Name on a rug, door, floor?

The full treatment.

The train has stopped for Contini and me...

and I'm getting off.

To wait for me?

Why?

Because I was told...

you were well worth waiting for.

Gossip. Just gossip.

- Don't you believe me?

- No.

Look under the pillow at your left-hand side.

You see, my friendly chauffeur

and the other gun...

were just decoys.

And that is the gun

I was supposed to kill you with.

I'm even taking off my bracelet

because I don't want you to get scratched.

- Now do you believe me?

- I'd better.

You got a deal. Now, where is the gold?

It's being moved right now.

They won't believe this at the office either,

but here's a straight question: Where to?

I really don't know.

And I won't know for hours.

So you see, we've all the time in the world.

That's a horn. That's not a horn.

You didn't... That wasn't...

Tell me you didn't hear a horn.

You heard a horn?

She's here.

You got a deal, partner. Now, you call me.

- There's activity, but nothing conclusive.

- Maintain surveillance.

Right.

Each phase of our operation has been

advanced 10 hours. Repeat, 10 hours.

Shipments will be delivered

according to my prearranged schedules.

But our tolerances have been

drastically reduced. MacDonald is here.

Which means that ICE has established

Red Alert Plus One.

You tried and failed.

I won't tonight.

Words. I can't afford the luxury of words.

There's been a serious breakdown

in security.

The chateau has been under surveillance

for seven hours. Deplorable!

When the estate is re-secured...

and quadrants checked,

you will make a phone call to Mr. Helm...

and you will arrange to meet him

at the usual rendezvous.

Hold it.

Well, Matt.

- Mr. MacDonald!

- Freya!

For Pete's sake, Freya!

Let me look...

Freya, how long has it been?

Prague or maybe it was the Jefferson affair...

Don't tell me

that you know little Miss Foul-up here?

Just one minute.

I was told to work directly under you...

and you refused to cooperate.

Say that again, I'm going to teach you

to watch your language.

Matt, I told you we'd give you

all the protection we could.

She's my protection?

- She is with British Intelligence.

- I get it. You're trying to get rid of me.

And an extremely efficient one, too.

As a matter of fact, I've established an

observation post above Contini's chateau.

- What did you find out?

- Nothing at all.

- The agent was killed.

- That figures.

And, in addition, I was extremely efficient

at the tramway with Yu-Rang, remember?

That was in the ladies' room.

Wait a minute. Yu-Rang is here?

That's trouble in spades.

She's Contini's top agent in Hong Kong.

Matt, what inning is it?

I think it's the ninth inning and

you're right on target. Contini is our guy.

The United States is holding

a 5% finder's fee...

for that gold, and no questions asked.

$50 million?

I'm supposed to meet Linka tonight...

and they've set me up for a hit.

But I'm gonna shock her

out of her miniskirt.

Would you answer that, please?

No, over there.

And if it's little Linka...

stall. You know what that means, stall.

Mr. Helm's suite.

No, he isn't at the moment.

May I take a message?

Thank you.

It was your little Linka.

They really think I'm buying.

If only I knew where Yu-Rang lived...

I would have had a cosy little chat with her.

It just so happens that I know

where Yu-Rang hangs her kimono.

I bet you do. 10-to-1, you don't.

Bet.

You just remember that this happens

to be my home cricket pitch.

Well, stop pitching your cricket and give.

The House of 7 Joys.

Number 5, Viking Street. 10-to-1?

Matt, hold it.

Now, be sensible. Use your head

for something beside a target.

- You're walking into a firing squad.

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