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-SOPHIE: Thanks for Lunch. -Oh, my God. You so deserve this. I want to be your fact checker for Life. Don't ever think about going anywhere else, ever. Ever. Ipromise. -Hi, guys. -Hey. Sophie, these messages are for you. Oh! -And a Letter came for you. -Thank you. New Yorker. {LOVE STORY PLAYING} We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes and the flashback starts I'm standing there On a balcony in summer air See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns I see you make your way through the crowd And say hello Little did I know That you were Romeo You were throwing pebbles And my daddy said stay away from Juliet And I was crying on the staircase Begging you please don't go VICTOR: Hey, what's that smell?
What... Hey, Alfonzo, Alfonzo. No, no, no, no. We said... We said we were goanna sweat the onion, yeah. No, this is caramelized. No. Sweat. Sweat, okay? I don't know where you got that from. Okay, come on, do it again. Hi. Hey, Sophie. VICTOR: Hey, Sophie. How're you doing? Everything all right? Lorenzo and Claire are getting married. Really? Wow. -When? -On Saturday. Saturday? This Saturday? Yeah? Yeah. I'm goanna go. Alone. Alone? Guys, can you step out of the kitchen, please?
Yeah, everyone. Yeah, just Leave... Leave everything as it is. It's fine, it's fine, it's fine. {SPEAKING SPANISH} Everyone, please! Just out of the kitchen, come on. Come on. -Wait. No, no, no. Sophie, wait... -No, no, no. Just... Let me get this out. Please? I really don't know what this is anymore. I don't know what we're doing. I mean, we went on vacation and we didn't spend any time together. Yeah, because you were busy writing. -I didn't mind. -Yeah, but... -I didn't mind. -I know you didn't mind. -And you were busy. -Come on... You went to Livorno and I didn't mind. -No, no, no, Sophie! No, no, no... -No... Which is what I'm saying.
Victor, we went on, Like, a honeymoon and we didn't mind being apart from each other. It's not supposed to be that way. We're supposed to want to be with each other all the time. Well, I wish I could tell you that things are goanna be different and that I'm goanna be different, but I... -This is who I am. -I know, but I Love... I Love who you are. But I've changed. It's not working. I have to go, Victor. Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone I keep waiting for you but you never come Is this in my head? I don't know what to think He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring And said, marry me Juliet You'll never have to be alone I love you and that's all I really know I talked to your dad Go pick out a white dress It's a love story, baby, just say yes 'Cause we were both young when I first saw you -Sophie? -Hi. -Hi. -Hey! Hi. Can't believe you're here. You Look beautiful. When did you get in?
Where are you staying? I haven't figured that out yet. Well, no need. You'II stay here. Lorenzo wouldn't have it any other way. I hope so. How is... How's our great Lorenzo? Is he as amazing as ever? -Even more so. -Yeah? -Actually, I want to just... -WOMAN: There you are! I think we're ready in there, and she'II be here any second. Sophie, this is Patricia. Hi. The Sophie? The Sophie. Itisso nicetofinallymeetyou. -Well, I'II see you inside. -Okay. -Don't trip. -As if I'm not nervous enough. -Bye. -Bye. Okay. -It's great to see you. -I'm goanna go in. I will...
-I'II... I'II see you after, okay? -Okay. Yep. -Hi. -Hi. -Hi, Sophie. -I'm so happy to see you. -How are you? How are you? -I'm happy to see you. Beautiful. Beautiful. {THANKING IN ITALIAN} Boy! -We're here. -It's amazing. {SOFT MUSIC PLAYING} {ALL CHEERING} {INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING} {SPEAKING ITALIAN} I just want to say thank you on behalf of myself and my Lovely wife, Ia mia bella Claire! And now it's your turn. -Well... -Go on. Dear friends, 50 years ago, I went to Juliet's house in Verona. I wrote her a Letter and I asked her a question. And two months ago, I received a reply. And without that Letter, none of us would be here today.
Sophie, would you mind if I read out the words you wrote to me? AII right? "Dear Claire, 'what' and 'if' "are two words as non-threatening as words can be. "But put them together, side by side, "and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your Life. "What if? "What if? "What if? "I don't know how your story ended, "but if what you felt then was true Love "then it's never too late. "If it was true then, why wouldn't it be true now? "You need only the courage "to follow your heart. "I don't know what a Love Like Juliet's feels Like, "a Love to Leave Loved ones for, a Love to cross oceans for, "but I'd Like to believe, if I ever were to feel it, "that I'd have the courage to seize it. "And, Claire, if you didn't, "I hope one day that you will. "AII my Love, "Juliet" {SPEAKING ITALIAN} {UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING} I'II be right back, all right, Gran? Sophie? Sophie? Sophie? Of course!
-A balcony. -Well. What are you doing up there? I'm goanna go. Why? Because this is really painful. I should have realized sooner, but I didn't, or I guess maybe I couldn't, but Victor and I aren't together anymore. -And I guess I came back hoping that... -Wait, wait. You're not engaged? No. But it's too late. It's clearly too late. And it really doesn't matter anymore because, honestly, I Love you. I can't believe I just said that. But I do, I Love you. It doesn't... I mean, it shouldn't matter to you, -because you're here with Patricia. -Patricia? And you should be back with her right now. Patricia is my cousin. She's my cousin. -How is that Legal? -No... Sophie... No. No, no, no. Let me explain!
Sophie, I'm so stupid. There's two Patricias. There's my cousin, who's here, and the one that I've completely forgotten about. More importantly, there's only one Sophie. Now, would you please come down? Wait, Charlie. Charlie, stop. What are you doing? Charlie, what are you doing? Listen to me. Listen to me very, very carefully. I Live in London, a gorgeous, vibrant, historic city that I happen to Love Living in. You Live in New York, which is highly overrated. -Pardon me? - But since the Atlantic Ocean is a bit wide to cross every day, swimming, boating or flying, I suggest we flip for it. What are you saying? And if those terms are unacceptable, Leaving London will be a pleasure, as Long as you're waiting for me on the other side. 'Cause the truth is, Sophie, I am madly, deeply, truly, passionately in Love with you. You are? I am. -Are you goanna kiss me? -Yeah. Yeah. Oh,myGod! Charlie! Ican'tbelieveIjust didthat. Hi.
Are you okay? Please tell me no one saw that. Nobody saw it. Good. That's good. Can you move? Only my Lips. {WHAT IF PLAYING} What if we were made for each other Born to become best friends and lovers I want to stay right here in this moment with you Over and over and over again What if this could be a real love A love, a love, yeah I don't know what to think Is this real or just a dream? In my heart is where you'll be I'll keep waiting till we meet What if we were made for each other Born to become best friends and lovers I want to stay right here in this moment with you Over and over and over again What if this could be a real love A love, a love, yeah I write our names down in the sand Picturing all our plans I close my eyes and I can see You, and you ask, "Will you marry me?" Is it made up in my mind? Am I crazy just wasting time?
I think this could be love I'm serious What if we were made for each other Born to become best friends and lovers I want to stay right here in this moment with you Over and over and over again What if this could be a real love? A love, a love, yeah Boy, you know you really make my heart stop Stop, stop Oh, what if this is real love? What if this is real love? Oh, boy, you make my heart stop You make my heart stop You make my heart stop Yeah Subtitles by demonseye This is Sophie Hall from "The New Yorker". Hi, Mr. BeaI. Thank you for calling me back. No, ugh, I'm not... I'm not a writer. I'm a fact checker, actually. It is a bit like being a detective, yes. Let's see if you are the Robert Beal that I'm looking for. Can-can you confirm where you were when you found out World War II was over? Oh, Poughkeepsie? All right. Right, thank you so much. Yes, the moment the war ended.
Oh, Palm Beach? Okay. Lucky guy. Thank you very much. Bye. Bobby, hey, I got nothing, um, but there's two more Robert Beals, and one petty officer, third class. Wait. Oh, I'm gonna call you back. Sophie Hall. Can you confirm where you were when you found out World War II was over? Times Square? I'm in Times Square right now. I'm standing exactly where the photograph was taken. I really thought I would never find you. So, can you... Can I ask you to describe what you saw that day? The kiss, was it spontaneous or was it staged? It was. You're certain? So you're 100% positive? Petty Officer First Class Robert Beal, who was second sailor, said that the nurse was the bee's knees and... that the kiss was a completely spontaneous moment and a celebration of real love. - And he told you this himself? - Yes, he did. Cause it's not often that I request a personal audience with a fact checker. It's cause I need to know you're sure. I'm 100% positive. Great. I guess people wanna believe in true love, don't they? Speaking of which, I understand that you're headed off to Verona for a pre-honeymoon? Explain that to me.
It's just a vacation before the wedding. It's our last chance to spend time alone before his restaurant... - Well, it's the city of love, isn't it? Yeah. Uh, but I... Good choice, and good work. Thank you. I was thinking. What if while I'm there, I write? But... you're such a good fact checker. Have a great trip. - Thank you. See you later. Who goes on a honeymoon without a wedding? You are so lucky. Well, Victor's restaurant opens in six weeks, so it's our last chance. Okay, do not let him pay attention to anything but you, okay? You throw his cell phone in the Adriatic. - But he has to meet suppliers. - Sophie... - It's fine. I promise. Okay. Wait, what? Hey, sweetheart, can I help you carry your magazine? Okay, no problem. Oh, my God. Hey, close your eyes. Close your eyes, close your eyes.
Close your eyes, close your eyes. Close your eyes. Open your mouth. It's good? - Yeah. Yes? No? Yes? Yes? I reinvented the noodle, I'm telling you. Just try this one because this one's really good. It's the same thing, but different. Fatter. - Mmm. - More of, um, you know...? No? It's good, right? - Mmm-hmm. Yeah? You know, I mean, modestly speaking, I think I'm creating a masterpiece. I don't know. I-I mean, there's one... there's one that-that just came out perfect right now, - Victor? - ...which is... I think it's this one. I think it's still... - Victor, Victor... - Try it. Even though it's dry, try it. - Can I just say something?
- What? We're leaving in 12 hours, and you haven't packed for Verona. At all. - Oh, yeah, that's right, that's right, yeah. - I get too carried away. - Do we clean this up? No, no. It's gonna be incredible. - I know. I'm so excited. Sophia! Sophia! Wherefore art thou, my sweet Sophia? I love this place. I love. Right? - It's amazing. - I have to show you the most beautiful... - You know what's even more amazing? - What? - I just got off the phone with Signor Morini, and he's arranged a private tour for us with each and every one of my suppliers. We're starting off with the oldest and most beautiful vineyard in all of Veneto. Yeah? Victor. Sophie, come on. No, you're not-you're no getting it. I mean, we're gonna go to the oldest, the most beautiful vineyard around. This is romantic. All right? We're gonna go there, we're gonna drink a little wine, we're gonna get a little tipsy, we're gonna come back and we're gonna...
I mean, how was it? - I tried to talk to Bobby again. - How did it go? It didn't go, because I didn't talk to him. - Why? - Because I was scared. Really? It's time for me to stop checking facts and actually start writing. Yeah, yeah, i-it's your passion. You should do that. It's-it's the-the grape that I told you about that they use for the region, Soave? - Right, right, right. - You know. - Oh, yeah. You remember? Mmm. Mmm! - Do you like? - This is good. Wow. It's fresh flower and fruit. Do you feel it? Yeah? You feel it? It's so good. Smile. Sophie. Mmm! Mmm-hmm. We have to get tickets to the opera before they sell out.
We need to see the Castelvecchio. We have to see Lake Garda and Juliet's house. - Yeah, of course. Yeah. Sophie, this is beautiful. This is incredible. The smell... Mmm! Sophie, this is amazing! This is great! I wish I was a little... a little mouse living in your cheese cave. Hey, that was Signor Morini on the phone. You know, he's inviting us to this incredible forest, that's just, like, 120 kilometers away. And they dig these exquisite truffles... - Wait. 120 kilometers? - Yeah, it's not like miles, Sophie. - No, I understand the difference, but I just, uh... I-I just don't understand why you wanna go 120 kilometers to see... to see a mushroom. It's not a mushroom, okay? It's a truffle. It's a... it's a tartufo. It's the thing that you put on top of pasta, you know? - A tartufo? - It's something else. It's co... Oh, come on, you've been having a good day, right? It-it was fine. But now, I just... To be honest, I don't really feel like going to see a mushroom. Okay, fine, I get it.
I get it. It's fine. I get it. I mean, just don't call it a mushroom, okay? Uh, yeah, okay. You know what? Why don't you go see the truffle place and I'll go do my thing and sightsee? - Really? Yeah. Win-win. "My dear Juliet... " "Dear Juliet, the man that I love is not my husband. " Are you okay? Take this basket and... Come si dice? Um, dig in. Dig in? You are the translator from the employment office? - No... No, I mean... - I have been waiting two weeks. I'm sorry. Um, my name is Sophie. I just... I followed you, and... I saw that you put the letters into a basket, and... I just wondered why. Why? You are a writer? Yeah, I am.
I am a writer. Come. I show you. They come from all over the world every day. But taking their letters? Is that... not like taking... pennies from a wishing well? How else can we give them answers? Oh, my God. So, you write all of them back. Yes. - You're all Juliet? - Her secretaries. Donatella has been married 51 years to the same man. She handles husband problems. Husbands are like wine. They-they take a long time to mature. Francesca is a nurse. She deals with illness and loss. And Maria... Why do you always sigh when you say my name? She has 12 children, 29 grandchildren, and 16 great-grandchildren. She writes whatever she likes. - And you? Isabella answers the ones you can barely read. Yeah, the lovers' quarrels, the breakups, the really tangled hearts. Someone has to do it. Oh, my mother. Would you like to stay for dinner, Sophie? Mamma, this is not an insult. I make a beautiful dish, big enough for, uh, for the whole town, and she says "no".
I would love to, but I do... I have to go. This is the problem of the americani. Always running. - Please, mamma. I have to meet my fiancé. Fiancé? At least... take some dessert for you and your fiancé. Hey, hey, hey, hey. You know, 120 kilometers each way and I'm still beating you? - Congratulations. - What? Yeah. What? I mean, how-how was Verona? How was it... without me? Empty? Half-empty? Completely empty? Half-empty. I met the secretaries of Juliet. - Juliet? Jul... like Juliet Capulet? - Yeah. There are these women that call themselves the secretaries of Juliet, and they write letters to people that write letters to Juliet. And then these secretaries, they work for the city of Verona, and, like, all these people, these brokenhearted women all over the world, come and they write letters and leave them on the wall. - What's in the bag? I... don't know. So, they post these letters.
They post them on the wall in Juliet's courtyard, and then these secretaries come back with this basket and they retrieve the letters every day. And then they write back, as Juliet, to all the letters that have return addresses on them. Mmm-hmm. This is their job. I mean, it's so unbelievable. This is their passion. It's what they do every day. Mmm. Mmm. - They literally will work all day, every day. - Mmm! Oh, my God! - And they've been doing it for years. - Sophie. Wow. This is incredible! And they... This is incredible. This is incredible. Oh, my God. This is great. Try this, try this. You have to try this. Oh, my God. No... Give it a good bite. Come on. Your Victor is very passionate. Yes, yes, I know. But, um, he seems to think that he's Italian since we got here.
And although imitation is, of course, the highest form of flattery, his imitations are not very good. Okay, that woman is amazing. I mean, she's incredible. She's incredible. I think I'm in love. Absolutely. - Oh, you're in love with her? - Yeah. Yeah. - Really? Okay. Just say "no". Just say "no", and I won't do it, really. I mean, I'm dying to do it, but I won't. Okay. What? Angelina's offered to teach me some secrets today. - Okay. - Yeah. Okay, right now and all day? Like, right now. That's crazy, right? I mean, now. That's amazing. I mean, she's making risotto all'amarone, right? Yeah? - Good risotto. - You see? You see, it's, like, 300 years old or something, her recipe. It's fantastic.
Okay. That's great. But, um... So, no Lake Garda then today? Oh, yeah. Lake Garda... I mean, Lake Garda's been there for, like, 500,000 years, you know. And right now, Angelina's offered to help me. And, you know, I mean, I'm here, we're here, you know, we're having a good time. - You, Paul Newman, you want to work, you have to watch! You see? I mean, you see, I became Paul Newman. All right? Okay, what shall I do? I mean, my hands are tied. I don't know. I don't know. You could help us if you like. - Oh, yeah! Yeah. The letter thing, right? - Oh, why not? Yeah, yeah, you write the letters and I'll cook. And later we eat and... Win-win. How long have you and Victor been engaged? Almost a year. Wow. And may I ask why don't you wear an engagement ring? Yeah, see, that's...
That's me. I insisted. He-he was so busy, you know, this whole restaurant and everything. And I... I guess I felt it unnecessary. Still, a girl should have a ring. "I didn't go to him, Juliet. "I didn't go to Lorenzo. "His eyes were so full of trust. "I promised I'd meet him to run away together "because my parents don't approve. "But instead, I left him waiting for me, below our tree, "waiting and wondering where I was. "I'm in Verona now. "I return to London in the morning, and I'm so afraid. "Please, Juliet, tell me what I should do. "My heart is breaking, and... I have no one else to turn to. "Love, Claire." And it's been there for all those years? I-I think... she came back to find her one true love. And they had 10 children and still make passionate love every night. Except he got bald and fat and she has to do all the work. - Francesca. - Francesca. And maybe... she stayed in London and married a duke and lived happily ever after, just like me. - But you married an accountant, not a duke. - Nobody's perfect. And I bet when she's making love to that duke... - Yeah?
- ... she's imagining her first love, Lorenzo. Isabella, I... I have to write back. Then answer her. Good night, friends. Good night. Hey. Hey. - Sorry I'm late. - No, it's fine. No worries. How was your day? Good? - It was... - It was so good. - Yeah? - Yeah. - Good. I'm glad. How was Angelina? Yeah, it was... it was good. I mean, she's amazing, you know. That woman is incredible. She's... very instinctive, you know. She cooks without recipes. I mean, she's incredible. She's invited me to cook again. - Really? Yeah. Yeah, I think I can learn a lot from her.
But, um... Oh, no, no, you-you first, you first. Sorry, sorry. - Uh, no, just real quick. I just... - Mmm-hmm? I had the most amazing day. I got to answer a letter that was written 50 years ago. I know it might not get there, but it just feels so good to write. Yeah, I think you should spend more time with them. - Why? - Because... it's your passion, right? And also because it fits perfectly. Because I just got off the phone with Signor Morini, and he's invited me to this amazing wine auction that's happening in Livorno. - In Livorno? - Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's, uh, it's super-exclusive. I mean, I don't know... I don't know if I can get a ticket, you know? I mean, I'll be off, like, a day or two, max. If you want, I'll try to get two tickets, but I'm not sure I can get two tickets. - Yeah. To a wine auction? In Livorno? Yeah, it sounds terrible. I know, I know... I'm sorry. I'm so... I feel terrible now. I feel terrible.
I mean, it's... I miss you already, you know. I'll be back very soon. Okay? - Yeah. Be careful. Ciao. Listen to what this poor girl writes. "Juliet, is there anything worse in this world than a man?" Excuse me. I'm sorry to interrupt, but are you the secretaries of Juliet? - Yes, that's us. - Great. May I ask, which one of you wrote this letter to my grandmother, Claire Smith? I wrote that. And I can't believe that it found you. Yes. We Brits tend to stay in our family homes. Yeah. This is amazing. It's less than a week since I mailed it. It was a very... thoughtful letter. Now, what were you thinking? I was thinking that she deserved an answer. Yeah, 50 years ago, maybe. Not now. I-I'm sorry. I didn't know true love had an expiration date. True love? Are you... are you joking?
Could you imagine what would've happened if she hadn't seen sense? Well, yeah, you wouldn't be here, and that would be an upside. What are you doing here anyway? What, are you some... lonely American girl who has to live vicariously through others? I'm not lonely. I'm engaged. My condolences to the groom. Excuse me! So that's it? You've come all the way from London to give me a lecture? No, I came because I couldn't let my grandmother come on her own. Claire is here? Why? I think even you might be able to work that one out. Oh, my God! That's awesome! She's come to find her Lorenzo! Awesome? And if Lorenzo doesn't want to see her, has forgotten her, is gravely ill or... dead, let's say, just for fun, then what? Thought so. I wanna meet her. I'd like to meet Claire. And I want to play for Manchester United, but I'm shit at football. You don't think that she wants to meet me? I honestly think she has no interest meeting a woman that can manage to jam "Oh, my God" and "awesome" into the same sentence. Gran, they're closing up. We should go now. Excuse me. Claire?
Hi. Hi. My name is Sophie, and... I wrote you the letter. Letter? From Juliet? Goodness! Thank you. Thank you. But however did you find us? - Well, your grandson found me, actually. - You did? Right, well, the-the thing is, I thought we should... - Yeah, well, he's very sweet and... very charming, and he thought that you might like to meet me. Uncharacteristically thoughtful of you, dear. Yes, well, under the circumstances, it, uh, seems a little churlish not to meet the woman responsible for this voyage of lunacy. - Okay. Charlie doesn't approve, which makes this all the more fun. We were just going for a glass of wine. Would you like to join us? Absolutely not. - What? - Absolutely not. It's been a long day. It's... too long a day. - Okay, darling. Have a good sleep. - But I... Do you know somewhere we could go?
I... actually have the perfect place. I can't believe you're really here. I was taking an art course in Tuscany, staying with a family outside Siena, and they had a son Lorenzo, and it was... love at first sight. He had such gentle blue eyes. And he told me I was very beautiful. And he gave me... this ring. We wanted to get married, but... I'd got exams back in England and my parents would never have agreed, and I got scared, and... I ran away. Now, what I really want is to... tell him that I'm so sorry I was such a coward. Of course, a card or letter is just too simple. So, you've come to find your Lorenzo? Yes, and I think I know where he is. Where? On the farm, just near Siena. Charlie's driving me down tomorrow. Only because I didn't want you to hitchhike. Well, he thinks it's a big mistake. It's because you don't have a romantic bone in your body. No, no. It's-it's because I am a realist. No. Because you are an Englishman! Cold as fish! Right. And-and who-who was it that wrote "Romeo and Juliet"? Williamo Shakespearelli, a great Italian.
They're mad. They're mad. Sophie, my dear. Good night. Thank you so much. Thank you. Good night. Good night, everybody. - Good night. - Charlie, let's go. - Good night, ladies. - Good luck. - Bye. - Ciao. How wonderful would it be if she found her Romeo? Imagine if she did, 50 years later, all because you found that letter. Nobody would believe it if it... if it weren't true, you know? Wait! Uh, wait! - Oh, for... Here she comes. - Sorry. - May I come with you to find Lorenzo? - Come with us? What about this fiancé of yours? You're in the city of love and you want to come with us? Yes, I do. Because he's busy and I'm free. And, I mean, of course, if it's not an intrusion. - No, no, it's not an intrusion.
I just... Listen, I do have one thing to tell you first. - It's not an intrusion. It... this is not entirely selfless. It started out as a simple reply to your letter, and... now I think it's... so amazing what you're doing, and I'd love to write about it if it's okay. - A journalist. Gran, a journalist trying to pry into our private lives. Charlie, come on. It's hardly state secrets, is it? I'm not a journalist. I would like to be some day, but... And you think gran's story is your ticket? I think it's a story worth telling. I'd love to have you with us. - Really? - Yes. Of course. We would. How much time did you actually spend with Lorenzo? Every second that we could. I'd go to meet him after class, to the farm where he was working, and we'd sit under the trees and we'd share some bread with tomatoes and olive oil. - It's so romantic. - Yeah. What's so romantic about eating in the dirt? Really? The dirt. Well, you see, he loved the earth. He loved... talking to me about the rain and the... springs of fresh water, and we'd walk for miles and miles.
We'd lie in the dry grass. I can still remember the smell of his sweet, hot sweat and... Okay. Okay, gran. We get the picture. So you must feel like you're about to find your long-lost soul mate. Yes. Her soul mate was my grandfather. Let's not invalidate my entire existence. Okay, I'm sorry, I just... That's clearly not what I meant. Charlie's just like my husband. Both skeptics. My husband always insisted that love was nothing but hormones. But you see, underneath, he had such a warm, passionate heart. And Charlie's just the same. Tell me about the guy you're in love with. Victor. Yeah. - Well, Victor is a chef, an amazing chef. - Oh, wow. Yeah. He's opening his own restaurant in... in New York. And that's the reason we're here. We're-we're meeting suppliers all around. And he's actually... He's in Livorno at a wine auction as we speak. Oh, that sounds fun. For him. Yeah.
Well, and do your parents like him? Yeah, my dad. My dad likes him. Um, my mom left us when I was nine. Oh, dear. Oh, dear. I'm sorry about that. - That's okay. It was a really long time ago. Slowly, slowly. How do you want to go about this? Ring the doorbell. What if the wife answers and goes into a fit of jealous rage? Gran? Well, I'd be flattered. I'm more worried that he won't remember me. Right. Let's go home then, gran, before this all ends in tears. Come on. There's no one in. I'm gonna check the back. There's no... We made our best effort. There's no need to prolong the disappointment. Si, it's me, yeah. Good afternoon. I'm... Charlie Wyman. This is my... grandmother, Claire, and, uh, Sophie. - Ciao.
I'm... Claire. Do you remember? Claire. It's not him. Are you sure? It's not his eyes. Le-let's... let's make sure. Do you... remember what you were doing in the summer of 1957? The summer of 1957, I will never forget, I met the most beautiful girl with long, blonde hair. Nana! We married that year. I curse that woman! - What? - Oh, no! - Right. I curse her eyes! I curse her teeth! I curse her mustache! But why are you asking? Why you bring up such a horrible memory? Well, that went well. Can't say we didn't try, nana. I'm sorry. Truly. Are you for real? If I actually knew what that question meant, I might attempt to answer it. He can't be the only Lorenzo Bartolini in Tuscany.
Well, he's the only one around here, so... I haven't flown all the way here to pack it in now. Nana, what-what do you want to do? You want to start knocking on every door asking if Lorenzo's in? I mean... How many can there be? Seventy-four? Seventy-four Lorenzo Bartolinis and you want to go on a scavenger hunt? Impossible. We're going home in the morning. Come on, Charlie, will you calm down? Sophie, what do you think? Gran, what-what do you mean, what does she think? She doesn't think. This was her brilliant idea. It's over! Done! We found Nemo. The curtains have closed. - Sophie. - Listen, this is my job. I find things. And... through process of elimination and caveat emptor, which will require assembling a few more facts, we can narrow this down considerably. Did Ms. Awesome For Real just use caveat emptor? Oh, please, all right. I went to Brown. Double Major. Minor in Latin. This is madness.
It's madness. Charlie, didn't you say you wanted to go and swim? We are working. Go away. - This is utter, complete mad... Work! I can't believe it. Ridiculous. He's a good-looking sort. Isn't he? All right. Are you... are you sure that Lorenzo would never have left this area? Oh, he loved this land. I'm quite certain. May I? Our Lorenzos. Are you sure that... that you have time for all this? Ciao, amore. Ciao. How are you? Umm, I'm good. How are you? You know what? I was just witnessing this most incredible, incredible Sauterne auction. It was just beautiful. It was incredible. How's it going? I'm good. I'm in Siena right now.
What? In Siena? What-what are you doing in Siena? - I'm writing a story. We're kind of on a bit of an adventure, looking for somebody that she used to know 50 years ago. You know what, baby? You know what? I mean, this is-this isn't a good time because I'm in the middle of something, but, I mean, I'm glad you called because I was actually just gonna call you right now. You know, the opportunities here are really, really, really incredible, you know, and I think I'm gonna have to stay till Friday. Can I stay or should I skip it? I mean, I feel horrible, but... No, do it. Please. I'm-I'm-I'm gonna need until Friday, as well. Oh, great. So Friday, all right? Friday. Friday's good. Okay. Win-win. Ciao. Claire? I'm free. - Free for what? Free for what? - She's coming. - She's coming with us. - She's coming? Splendid. That's splendid!
Fantastic! - Okay? - Okay. Good luck. It's not him. Oh, my God. No! Well, wouldn't this be nice, gran? Going from a boy who works the fields to a man who owns them. And you got to skip the messy bits. Life is the messy bits. Peccato it wasn't me. Yes. I would have never let you go. Believe me. What is it with you and Italian men? They fall at your feet. It's such a shame. I think I could've been happy here. "Happy"? Did your grandson just say "happy"? I said "could have been". Let's not get carried away. I have a reputation to uphold. Charlie, why don't you tell Sophie about your pro bono legal work? I can't imagine she'd have much interest, gran. - Try me. - You know the sort of thing, defending the defenseless, preserving human rights, helping refugees get asylum. You look surprised. - I'm so surprised.
I just didn't have you pinned down as the save-humanity type at all. Oh, really? And what... type did you have me pinned down for exactly? Well, I was leaning towards elitist Oxford prig, but now that you mention it, self-satisfied do-gooder works as well. I guess you're a poor judge of character then. But she does deal with facts, Charlie. Okay. I'm off to bed. - Okay. - Good night, darling. - Good night. Sleep well. - May I walk you to your room? - Be nice to each other. She is awesome. I respect your usage of the word this one instance. Oh, I'm flattered. Thank you for approving. You're very welcome. Right. Well, should we hit the sack? Sorry. I guess I... Well, as much as I'd love to... sit here and drink the whole bottle of... Caparzo... No, go to bed. You should. Good night... Charlie. Right.
Well, good night. - Good night. Forgive me. Where are my manners? You know, I've been wondering that since I met you. Yes, well, I... I don't know what it is, but... you seem to bring out the very worst in me. - Somehow it's my fault. - All of this is your fault. You wrote that blasted letter. Nonetheless, may I walk you to your room? You know, I'm not the... buttoned-up, buttock-clenching killjoy you try to make me out as. Right. And... I made you argue that true love is bollocks. Guilty. It's just that I'm... genuinely worried for her. I know she may seem carefree, but... her life hasn't been all that simple. Is it that unreasonable for me to worry? No, but... I have a really good feeling about this. You'll see. Let's hope you're right. Signora Claire. Signor Bartolini. We're not done yet. Of course we're not, darling. Hello. - Hello? - Hello.
Hi. Is Claire with you? No? Oh, no, no. She's... turned in early, actually. Okay. Uh, I was gonna ask if you wanted dinner, but, uh... I just... I-I wanted to get started on my story. How's it coming? It's coming... okay. Am I in it? - You may be. Why? - Can I read just a little bit? - Are you kidding me? - Come on, just a little bit. Absolutely not. How am I to be sure that I'm being properly portrayed? No, no, you are. Believe me. You are. - What's that supposed to mean? - It means good night, Charlie. - Goood.... night. - Okay. Yeah. Good night. - What? Okay.
- Is this one of those... situations where you're really saying the opposite of what you actually mean? No. Right. Good night then. Good night, Charlie. Good morning. Good morning. Gran wants to sleep in this morning. Is she okay? I mean, does she need anything? Oh, no need. She's tough as old boots, that one. Churchill in a dress. So, I, uh, thought I'd... see a bit of Siena since we're here. It's a good idea. I suppose you want to... keep on writing. I mean... Work, work, work. Admirable trait. Right, of course. Carry on, then. Charlie? Since we're here... I hate to compliment you, but, um, what you're doing for Claire is really... It's sweet, and I... I imagine that you'd rather be spending your holiday elsewhere, so... did you volunteer your services, or did your parents? I mean, where do they fit in? I'd like to think they're someplace nice. They were killed in a car accident when I was 10. I'm sorry.
God, I'm sorry. Thank you, Sophie. I appreciate it. It was a difficult time. Gran lost her son. I lost my parents. I'm not a big believer in happy endings, I'm afraid. Anyway, gran stepped in. Took an angry, obnoxious, young boy under her wing and... and made me the simply unpleasant man I am today. So, isn't your fiancé starting to get just a tad lonely? You know, Victor's having the time of his life right now. And I doubt he even notices that I'm gone. What about you? Don't you have a girlfriend? - That is a very, very long story. Yeah? I'm not surprised. It's been about a year since I've seen Patricia. And you broke up with her? Are you insinuating that I'm more the type to be dumped rather than do the dumping? Maybe I am. Actually, I did break up with Patricia. This time. Okay, that's enough. All right. That's enough. - Sophie... - That's enough. - Your writing is really good. - Thank you.
No. It's really, really, really good. Why are you so surprised? How come you've never shown your work to anyone? - I never feel like it's finished. - Why? Because I guess I'm a perfectionist. You know that's just another way of saying "I'm a chicken"? Listen. You've got nothing to be afraid of. You're not a fact checker. You're a writer. What was that for? - I'm not a chicken. And I'm not a gentleman. Do you think we should get back to Claire? Yeah. Many more Lorenzos. Okay. We should get back to Claire. I am Lorenzo Bartolini! Take him! Take him! I am Lorenzo Bartolini! I am Lorenzo Bartolini! Wow. I am Lorenzo Bartolini! Do you know what you are? You are the Montagues and the Capulets. Oh, you mean...
Oh. Well, at least I'm not, um, Romeo. - That's the understatement of the century. - No, no, no, because you see, if I... if I found the love of my life, I wouldn't stand there like an idiot whispering in a garden. I-I would just... grab her from that blasted balcony and... and be done with. Do you believe in destiny? Do you? Yeah, I think so. I think... it's destiny that I'm here, right now. With Claire. Of course. Of course. With Claire. Well, this is the street. Well, there's 2. Here's number 2. This is what I feared the most. - Charlie, we don't even know if it's him. - I hope it's not. I hope it's not. Either way, we're finished. We're done. - No. Not here. W-when-when-when do we stop? Over the next hill? Or the next? Scour the whole country? No. No.
It ends here. There are other Lorenzos not too far away from here. It's not the ending you want, is it? This isn't just... a clever story with a clever ending. - Stop it, Charlie. - It's our life. It's my gran's life. - It's not about... Charlie, it's not about a story. No, no, no, she's already lost the man once. How many more times would you have her lose him? You know what? I don't expect you to understand any of this because you don't know a thing about real loss. Yeah. You're wrong. Sophie's mother ran away from her when she was a little girl. It's different, gran. It's different. You're right. But... Sophie's mother chose to leave her. And you always knew your mum and dad loved you. Come in. Hi. Oh, dear. I just wanted to see if you were all right. I'm okay. Claire, I'm so sorry if I caused you... No. Every minute has been so special.
Oh, darling. May I? One of the great joys in life is having one's hair brushed. Charlie, say you're sorry. In the eye, Charlie. With contrition. Sophie... - Thank you. - I'm afraid I... In the eye. Yes, gran, I'm not 12. Prove it. I'm sincerely sorry, Sophie. It won't happen again. Excellent. Sophie, I want to make a toast. - Thank you. I want to thank you for the wonderful thing you did for a complete stranger. I'll never forget it. Nor I. I had the most incredible... few days. I really have, and, um, I can't thank you enough for letting me tag along. Oh, I think you did more than tag along. Here is to all our loved ones, wherever they may be. May I join you? Please. I am sorry, Sophie. I used to lay out under the stars as a kid, in the summertime.
"Doubt thou the stars are fire "Doubt that the sun doth move "Doubt truth be a liar "But never doubt I love." Do you think he's out there? Lorenzo? Yeah. He's somewhere. And am I wrong? To insist she quit? No, you know, you can't go on forever. At some point, you have to stop. Then why is it that I feel like a schoolboy on Sunday? It's nearly tomorrow and I don't want to go. Me, either. And I always liked school. - Morning. - Morning. Thank you. How'd you sleep? I slept fine. How about you? Ah, yes. Great. Thanks. Good morning. - Good morning. - How are you? - Good morning, my darling. It's a beautiful day.
Oh, Sophie, would you mind, um, going in the front? Because I'd love to stretch my legs for a bit. Okay. Fantastic, darling. The stars were spectacular from my window. Look. That vineyard. That's our favorite wine. Let's turn in there and have... a goodbye toast. Okay. Charlie, stop! Nana, what is it? It's Lorenzo. Who? The boy? All right, nana. Let's get you in the shade, hm? Shall we? I am Lorenzo Bartolini. Sophie. I think this is... Do you know a Lorenzo Bartolini? - I asked him and... - I am Lorenzo Bartolini. - You are! Oh, my... Sophie, he... he's the grandson! - Can I help you? - Si. Yes.
We are... we're looking for a Lorenzo Bartolini. I am Lorenzo Bartolini. - He's Lorenzo, too. - Do-do you have a father also named Lorenzo? Yes, he went out riding. But what can I do for you? I'm-I'm sorry. We're being... terribly rude. I'm... Charlie Wyman. - I'm Sophie. Lorenzo. Lorenzo. We have been on quite a journey for your father. You see, my grandmother, Claire, knows him. Charlie. Charlie, let's go! Let's go! All right. Nana, nana, nana, Lorenzo is here. He's out riding, but he's going to be back any minute. Well, then, let's go before he comes back. Nana, we've come all this way. Come on. - I've been ridiculous. I've been completely ridiculous. He knew me when I was... 15 years old, a girl. That girl's gone. Oh, my God. Claire?
Yes. So many years. Yes, 50. If you allow me. I really don't know how to express myself. Well, I went for a ride this morning as an old man, and I came back as a teenager again. I'm so very happy you all meet... Claire and her grandson, Charlie, and their lovely friend, Sophie. My dear Claire, you have told me you lost your Jack. And you know I lost my Rosa. - Yeah. But destiny wanted us to meet again. Health to the Bartolini family. To the Bartolinis. I'm sorry I was late. No. When we are speaking about love, it's never too late. Well, bad luck, eh? All hope lost and... he rides in at the last moment on a white horse. No one will believe it. Promise me... Promise me you'll finish the story. I guess this is it. And I'm sorry it is. Yeah, me, too. Sophie, I, um... I-I never should've kissed you. I was, uh, completely out of bounds. Mmm. You're engaged... and...
It's time to go. Goodbye, Charlie. I'll miss you. Hi. It is time to, um... I must get back to Victor. Sorry. Oh... oh, yes. Of course. So, where's Charlie? AND THEN WHEN FANG BARKS, IT WILL DESTROY THEM. THAT'S BRILLIANT, MAX! HOW DO WE PUT THE BOMB IN THE SHAFT? "HOW DO WE PUT THE BOMB IN THE SHAFT," YES. WELL, THAT'S THE PART OF THE PLAN I HAVEN'T WORKED OUT YET. ( shrieks, speaks German ) - ( shrieks ) - THAT'S IT! RIGHT. THAT'S WHAT? THAT'S HOW WE DO IT-- IF YOU CAN IMITATE HIS VOICE, YOU CAN COMMAND FANG TO DROP THE BOMB DOWN THE SHAFT. BUT HOW CAN I IMITATE A PARROT? NO, MAX, YOU IMITATE THE KAOS MAN'S VOICE. - LIKE THE PARROT'S DOING. - BUT HE SPEAKS GERMAN, - I DON'T KNOW ANY GERMAN. - I DO. YOU DO? WELL, HOW DO YOU SAY "PICK UP THE BOMB"?
- NIMM DIE BOMBE! - NIMM DIE BOMBE! FANG, NIMM DIE BOMBE! - NIMM DIE BOMBE! - ( knocking ) Chief: MAX, 99, ARE YOU IN THERE? IT'S THE CHIEF. HE'S HERE. HURRY! HOW DO YOU SAY "DROP THE BOMB DOWN THE ELEVATOR SHAFT"? LASS FALLEN DIE BOMBE IN DEN SCHAFT. LASS FALLEN DIE BOMBE IN DEN SCHAFT. FANG, LASS FALLEN DIE BOMBE IN DEN SCHAFT. ( whirring ) - HOW DO YOU SAY "BARK"? - BELL! FANG, BELL! FANG, "HITEN THE DIRTEN." GO DOWN TO THE BASEMENT. - ARE YOU ALL RIGHT? - YEAH, WE'RE OKAY, CHIEF. - FANG SAVED US. - FANG, KOMMEN SIE HER AND SITTEN DOWNEN! ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE ALL RIGHT, MAX? YES, CHIEF, AND FANG DOESN'T UNDERSTAND GERMAN ANYMORE. THE EXPLOSION MUST'VE RELEASED HIS MIND. - BETTER TEST HIM, MAX. - RIGHT, 99.
FANG, LIE DOWN, FANG. LIE DOWN. BEG, FANG. BEG! BEG, FANG. HOW ABOUT THAT, CHIEF? JUST AS GOOD AS NEW. THERE YOU GO. ( groans ) SORRY ABOUT THIS, CHIEF. THAT'S ALL RIGHT, MAX. YOU DON'T HAVE TO APOLOGIZE TO ME FOR BREAKING ORDERS. I UNDERSTAND. MAX, WHAT'S FANG'S DUCK DOING HERE? THAT'S NOT FANG'S DUCK, MAX. THAT'S YOUR SPECIAL GUN. WHEN I REALIZED I'D TAKEN IT FROM YOUR OFFICE, I PUT IT IN MY POCKET. I MUST HAVE DROPPED IT. - SOMEONE BETTER TELL FANG! - ( gunshots ) NOW YOU KNOW WHY I PUT HIM ON A DESK JOB. DON'T WORRY, CHIEF. I'LL HAVE HIM REPORT FIRST THING IN THE MORNING FOR TARGET PRACTICE. ( theme music playing ) Two American scientists are lost in the swirling maze... of past and future ages... during the first experiments on Americas greatest and most secret project- the Time Tunnel. Tony ewman and Doug Phillips now tumble helplessly toward a new, fantastic adventure... somewhere along the infinite corridors of time.
This then, Your Majesty, is the great Magna Carta... limiting the powers of the king... and establishing the rights of man. It needs only your signature... to make it the law of the land. You- the Earl of Huntington- you call yourself a loyal subject? This is treason. Treason! Ill hang you and all the barons who follow your flag. Seize the traitor. Seize him! Do not let him escape. Surrender. The Time Tunnel. Surrender now! Bring them before the king. Who is this man? Obviously a servant of Huntington. Your Majesty, even traitors can serve a purpose. Spare them if they tell us what we must know. No one will say King john is without mercy. Huntington... I will spare your life and the life of your servant here- Your Majesty, Im not this manss servant. As for this- I will not discuss these treasonable demands with you... or your fellow barons. Not treasonable, but a respectful request from the Council of Barons. All we want is a charter guaranteeing the rights... - of all our free men. - just a charter. A great charter- or as you call it, a Magna Carta- stripping your king of all his powers. If I dont return to the Council of Barons... within 48 hours, they will call their armies... - into the field.
- Rebellion? Yes, Your Majesty. Youll hang... and Ill put the heads of all the others on public display. Take them to the dungeon. And if they dont tell you where the barons are meeting... make them beg for death. Chain them to the walls. Go tell the captain of the guards to search the castle. More of Huntingtons men may have got in. Im sorry you became involved in my quarrel with the king... but well die for a good cause. Just who are you? That doesnt matter. But as for the Magna Carta, King john will sign it. - Im sure of it. - Itss a pity wellll never live to see it. Hot enough to sear the flesh? Heat the other iron. Where is the Council of Barons meeting? Whos going to talk first? The servant? Or the master? He knows nothing. Begin with me. No! - Ill tell you where the barons are meeting. - Dontt be a fool! If you do know, keep quiet. Theyll kill us immediately. Perhaps your servant prefers mercy. Well? Tell me, but if you lie-
Therell be a hundred soldiers out there in less than a minute... and well be dead in less than five. Now. Try for a transfer. If only that door holds for another second or two, well have enough power, but- The fix isnt firm. All we have is the year and the month- June, 1215 A.D. Ray- the homing post. If we could get it to Doug and Tony... we could bring them right back into the Tunnel. But Ann, weve tried that before. Well, yes, sir, but never in this time period. And weve improved its capabilities. All right. All right, lets try it. If we can get one of these bars out... we might be able to squeeze through. It would take more than the strength of the three of us. This is malleable iron, not hardened steel. Weve got a chance, Tony. Here. What are you doing? These coals will soften that metal. Itll never work! Get ready to fight. - Thats it. - Itss working. Keep going. Its out. Come on. Go on, Tony. You first.
Hurry! Well be safe in the forest. Go ahead. Ill take care of him. Go! They caught him before he could get away. You know, Tony, if it wasnt for him... we would have had it by now. - Who is he? - Someone called the Earl of Huntington. The Tunnel transferred us into King johns time. King john? Hes the one who was forced to sign the Magna Carta. Right, although Im afraid a lot of bloodss... gonna be spilled before he signs it. Now, Huntingtons the leader of the barons... who wantjohn to grant the charter. Doug, we wouldnt stand a chance if we tried to get back into the castle to help him. If only we could find the other barons. You know, according to history... John met the barons at Runnymede. I wonder if thats where they could be gathered now. We could try to find them. At least we could warn them about what happened to Huntington. Come on. Reading: 114.36 over 11. 114.36 over 11. General, were set. All Doug and Tony have to do is touch that post... in order for us to retrieve them. All right. Activate. It should reach its target. How soon can we get an image?
As soon as we rebuild power. Get the window bars repaired. - Get the guards mounted and make haste after them. - Aye! - I heard something. - just a bird. Aye-A bird. A large green bird... ready to catch a couple of worms. - Out of the frying pan. - What was that? - Speak up, man. - Were strangers. Were just passing through. Aye. Well, you must be a couple of Frenchmen. Why, no Englishman would be buried in such clothes. Little worm. If you defeat me,youll go free- aye- but if you lose, were gonna skin you both alive. Eh! Hah! Youre just a greenhorn. Oh! Right. Will you yield, or shall I squash you? Huh? Ah, you did well, and it took some doing to beat you. Aye, Littlejohn. I think hed make a welcome addition... - to Robin Hoods band. - Robin Hood?
Yes, were his followers. Imm Friar Tuck. Youre already met Littlejohn. You know, I always thought that Robin Hood was a legend. Well, a living legend. Why, everyone in England tells of the deeds... of the Earl of Huntington when he was an outlaw. Huntingtons being held prisoner in King johnss castle. Prisoner? Why, he went to them in peace. Oh, well storm the castle and carvejohnss heart out. With a handful of men, we wouldnt stand a chance. Lets get back to our camp and put our heads together. Are you with us? I guess we owe it to him. - Were with you. - Hmm. Not in those clothes. Well get some proper green for you both. Ill ride out to the castle and tell the guard at the gate... of an important message from the king. Now then. The minute the gate opens... - well all charge out of the forest. - No. No, no, no, no. The archers on the walls would cut us down... before wed reach the courtyard. No. Weve got to steal into the castle somehow- two or three of us- then well seize King john... and hold him as a hostage to free Robin. - Too bold a plan. - Thats exactly why it may work. - Whats that?
- Scatter! Come on. No. No. - Hes badly hurt. - Get on without me. Lean on me. Come on. Doug. A staff,quick.! Quick, after them. You two that way. You with me. Well done, lads. - Now for this. - No! No, itll only cause more bleeding. Where can we go? He needs attention badly. Kirkley Hall. He can be treated there. Its a retreat in the forest, run by the Baroness Elmont. She used to give us refuge in our outlaw days. Come on, old friend. Lean on me. Come on. Come on. What made Huntington think I would agree... to even one clause of his precious Magna Carta? Your Majesty. We trapped a group of Huntingtons followers.
- Did you slaughter them? - No, Your Majesty... but every road and pass out of the forest is guarded. One of them is badly wounded. They wont escape, Your Majesty. If they do, Engelard, itll be your head. - But your Majesty, Ill do everything I- - Oh, stop mumbling. Go make Huntington talk. He says these men wont escape... but as long as any of Huntingtons band remains alive... our plan to crush these barons is in danger. Engelard said one of them was badly wounded. I know these former outlaws. Theyre sentimental fools. Rather than desert a wounded comrade... theyll jeopardize their own safety to help him. Your Majesty, a purse of gold can succeed... where Engelards soldiers have failed. Bribery is the best weapon. Use it. Shall I bleed you a little more? - Engelard- - Speak up. When are you going to tell me where the barons are meeting? When the Magna Carta is signed... you will be among the first to be tried by its terms. For serving my king? Our laws will make each man responsible for his own actions. You wont live to see that day. Tony and Doug must have gotten out somehow. Wheres the homing post? Try to locate Tony and Doug. It may be possible to transfer the homing post to their new location. - Friar Tuck. - Baroness, sanctuary.
Littlejohns been wounded. - Will you give us shelter? - Of course. Theres nothing I wouldntt do for the followers of the Earl of Huntington. Put him there. - How did it happen? - We had a fight with the kings men. I assumed as much. But Huntington has sworn allegiance to King john. Well, thats all changed. Hes being held a prisoner at King johnss castle. I must send a messenger to the village- to fetch someone with skill to cure it. Im sorry. No one else must know werre here. But Littlejohn might die. I must send someone- someone who can help him. I can take care of him. - Sterilize this. - St - Sterilize? Yes. Put the blade in the fire and heat it... until its red hot. Do you have any medicines that might relieve the fever? I have some herbs. But I still think- - Will you show me where they are, please? - All right. The best thing for a fever is bleeding with leeches. No. Hes lost too much blood already.
Sulfur. Some sort of phosphorus. This root powder is used to relieve pain. - Tastes like snake root. - Is there anything there you can use? Well, this is an alkaloid tranquilizer- Reserpine. Will you mix this with water, please? You know, some of these so-called remedies... if mixed in the right proportions... could be highly explosive. I want you to drink this. Itll help your pain. Thats enough. Will you just get this bastard arrow out of me, man? Im sick enough as it is, without drinking that poison. - Ready? - Aye. The knife. Tell me. What is the trouble between Huntington and the king? It has to do with the Great Charter. If King john knew better, hed sign it without a fight. Hes going to have to anyway. Huntington gave the king an ultimatum. Either he signs a charter guaranteeing that he rules... according to laws fair to everyone... or hes faced with rebellion. Where did you learn the art of curing, Douglas? Just battlefield first aid, Tuck. I think Littlejohn will be all right now. - What of Robin Hood? - Weve got to find a way to rescue him. Inform the barons of what has happened. Ill send my messenger to them.
Where are they meeting? - Oh, the Council is- - No, Tuck. What you said before still goes. If the barons decide to march on the castle, Robin Hoods as good as dead. I should have a voice in this matter too. If I am placing Kirkley Hall in jeopardy... the least you can do is consider my opinion. - We are extremely grateful. - Save your thank-yous. If you wish to risk your lives entering the castle, all right. But suppose you fail. Let me send my messenger to the barons. Where did you say theyre meeting? Well, theres risk either way. More risk to Robin Hood if they decide to march against King john. Yeah. The only thing thats keeping Robin alive... is thatjohn doesnt know the council is meeting at Runnymede. There will be no messages to the barons. As you wish. The answer is to use stealth. There is a way to enter the castle... with no risk whatsoever. I myself shall see you safely in. We three will go. You will remain with Littlejohn. - Weve got them. - Theyrre together. A perfect fix. Ann, lock the coordinates... and switch the image to the homing post. Good. Prepare to transfer the post.
The coordinates are aligned. The post hasnt moved. Try more power. - We lost the image. - Worse yet, weve lost the fix on Doug and Tony. Ah, my dear Baroness. The guards informed me you asked for shelter. - Welcome, in the name of the king. - Thank you. Who are these men? These humble monks are going with me to London on official business. Will you provide quarters for them? And while Im here... Id like to report on conditions at Kirkley Hall. Certainly. Report to the chamberlain in the tower. Hell see that yourre made comfortable. - Have you any news? - Yes. Littlejohn and another outlaw are at Kirkley Hall. Ah! Send some men to Kirkley Hall. Youll find two of the outlaws there. Bring them back to the palace. The king will be grateful. Hes already shown his gratitude. Would the king like to know where the Council of Barons... - is meeting? - You know? Good news, Your Majesty.
The baroness earned the gold you sent her. Guards are on their way to seize Littlejohn... - and another outlaw at Kirkley Hall. - Well done. And she also knows where the Council of Barons is meeting. At Runnymede, Your Majesty. Runnymede. Good. Ill get them all. But first- Huntington. Come with me. Dubois, theres something I didntt tell you. Those men who came here with me - I led them into a trap. - What are you saying? - Theyre Robin Hoodss men. If one of Huntingtons men escapes... youll answer to the king. Guards! Blessings on you, my son. The king has sent us to give the last rites to the Earl of Huntington. Kindly open the door. Ive seen other determined men. They all talk eventually. Why not save yourself a lot of agony? No need to lock it. Well be but a moment. First things first. Who are you, and what do you want? The king sent us to offer last rites to the prisoner.
Last rites? A good idea. That may break Huntingtons spirit. One sound and you die. - Friar Tuck. - Aye, Robin? Well soon be back in the forest. - Call the guard in. - Guard. Come in. I need your help. Quiet, if you want to live. Dont kill me. I was only doing my duty to my king. Ray, somehow weve got to let him know about the homing post. If I activate it, he may spot it. Quick, quick, quick. Theres someone coming down the corridor. Engelard! Behind you- Theyre escaping. Open this door! You dare to lock a door on your king. Ill see you hanging from the gallows. Let them escape. Ill butcher every one of them at Runnymede. This way.! The rope- Over the parapet. Okay. Littlejohn. Littlejohn.
- What is it? - Get up quick. Horses. Kings men. Aye, and on their way in. - Weve got to get out of here. - No, theress no chance. The only exit leads right to them. Were done. Were not done yet. Now, what are you doing? Theres no time. Get that window open. What? Hurry! The window. Now listen. When that pan starts smoking, you take a deep breath. Are you out of your mind? Get your knife out and be ready to defend yourself, man. - What is it? - Its phosphine oxide. Now listen. You go over to that window, you take a deep breath and hold it. And dont try to resist the soldiers. Magic! Get another breath of air. As soon as the room clears, well come back and tie them up. Come on. They escaped, Your Majesty.
They went over the parapet, into the forest. - Send soldiers after them. - Shes to blame. - Throw her in the dungeon. - No! No! No! Dubois, send couriers to my garrisons. Theyre to attack Runnymede. We havent time to assemble more of my men. Well move to Kirkley Hall and get Douglas and Littlejohn. This way. Now. He was the kings courier. King john has found out where the Council of Barons is meeting. The others must have been couriers too. We must get to Kirkley Hall. We saw those soldiers tied up in the courtyard. Oh, Douglas, here is a magician. He knocked em unconscious without striking a blow. Just a little homemade nerve gas. The king is sending an army to ambush the barons at Runnymede. - Then theyve got to be warned. - Theress no time for that. Weve got to capture the king and hold him hostage to keep the peace. Thats a tall order- penetrating a castle and kidnapping a king. This isnt your fight. If you dontt join us, wellll understand. Doug. The Time Tunnel sent a homing post into the dungeon.
I saw it. Tony, that could be our ticket right back home. Weve gotta find a way to get back into that dungeon. We join them. And the first chance we get, we head for the dungeon. Some of us will scale the walls... while the others attack the archers on the battlements. Were gonna be sitting ducks, climbing up those walls. Wait a minute. What we need is a smoke attack. - Smoke attack? - Right. An old navy trick. Here and here and here. Couriers have reached these three garrisons, Your Majesty. Theyre awaiting your orders to march. First Runnymede, then well catch and hang Huntington. Your Majesty, there arent enough guards to defend the castle. Engelard, we are not defending. We are attacking. Go saddle the horses. When the history of my reign is written... this will be considered my greatest achievement- How I crushed those who tried... to force me to grant the Magna Carta... and how, for all time, I made the power of the king absolute. Yes, Your Majesty. - Are you almost ready? - Yes. There it is. All right. Give us a moment to get to the side of the castle... and then begin the attack. Good luck, Robin. Aim well, lads.
Begin... firing. Your Majesty.! Your Majesty.! Were surrounded by archers. Fire. Weve got to get to the king. Nows our chance to get to that homing post. Show me where it is. Here it is. Thats it. We should be traveling within a few seconds. Maybe its lost its power. Or maybe the Time Tunnel hasnt got a fix on us. Release me. Im the king. Yes, Your Majesty, Ill obey your every command- after we get to Runnymede. His Majesty King john... granting by deed in Runnymede Meadow these rights... is now respectfully desired... to impress his seal... upon this Magna Carta. I, King john... do hereby impress my seal... on this... Magna Carta. But remember- It is the king who grants you these rights. Whats the matter? My ankle- I think its broken. Maybe you just pulled a tendon. - You think you could walk on it? - I dont know. You wait here. Ill take a look. Japanese. We must be somewhere in the South Pacific
- World War II. Theres no doubt about it. Look. Down! Were right in line with their target. Letss move. - You go on. Ill catch up. - Nothing doing. Just lean on me. Ill help you. I cant make it. Go on, get out of here. - Theyre laying them in right on top of us. - Are you kidding? Come on! You stay here. Ill check it out. Watch it. It may be booby-trapped. TO NICK AND SAMUEL, WHO RAISED ME TO RESPECT IMAGE AND SOUND ...NEW AUTO TRAINS WITH SLEEPER CARS... Happiness for example. Whenever he desired something... so did I. Or fame... For him. When he didn't desire anything... neither did I. In this way I didn't live without desires. For him. When he was silent... he must have been like me.
I only had the desires he manifested. Excuse me. Where should I put the whiskey? Shall I change the towels? - Yes, please. What's Atlantic-Cité's population? 63,000. Maybe over 62,500. There was a big police crackdown on drivers last weekend. In Paris too. Weren't the Communists beaten here last year in the local elections? Yes. They wanted to requisition bathrooms if they won. As pretty as ever, Miss Nelson? - What are you doing here? - Let me in. - What do you want? - I have things to tell you. Like what? Not in the hallway. Okay. You wanted to talk? Talk. The Moroccan War made you a bit mean. You know... the war ended long ago for me. Yes, all that's long gone. Wars are never over. Trafalgar, Sedan, Chemin des Dames, Mers el-Kebir, Leningrad, Okinawa, Berlin, Hanoi. The name changes, but it's always the same, as you can see.
What can I see? What are you doing here yourself? You're a jerk. A filthy jerk. So... what do you have to tell me? What did Richard die of? Was it really heart failure? How should I know? I read about it in Ouest-France, so I came down pronto. Right, Mr. Pronto. So you weren't here at the time. - Why me? - Listen, Mr. Typhus. If you want to talk, fine. But talk straight. I just arrived this morning. I didn't even unpack. My train got in at 8:13. I walked here from the station. I crossed the street and saw you enter the hotel. I asked for your room number and took the one next door, and I came to talk to you. Why can't we work together? We have before. Not with me. With Dick, maybe. What kind of work anyway? What kind of work? We're after the same thing. Really? No kidding!
And what's that? You know very well, Paula, but you're trying to find out if I know more than you. More about what? You're a pain. I don't know a thing. He sent me a telegram three days ago. I couldn't come till yesterday. We hardly saw each other anymore. I don't even know if I still love him. But this love indebted me to him. His neighbors told me he'd been taken to the hospital in the fifth region. I understood from the article that he's already been buried. I don't know. I went down there... nothing. Now tell me things I don't know. You know it's a secret. - What secret? - Come on. Don't start that again. Never mind. I'll manage on my own. You know, in Paris, some people must be shaking at the Information and Interior ministries. Maybe even in the Cabinet. Really? You think it's serious? Yes, it's serious. Very serious, even. If we work together, do we share everything? Sure. Fine.
All right. Okay. Which shoes go best with my dress? The blue or the white? - Blue. Now fiction overtakes reality. Now there's blood and mystery. Now I feel like I'm caught up in a Walt Disney movie, but with Humphrey Bogart, so it's a political movie. DR. SAMUEL KORVO AESTHETIC AUTOPSIES What'd you do to Uncle Edgar? - You his nephew? - Yes, ma'am. Don't mind me. Is he dead? I'm the person he wanted to talk to. Will you call the police? - Absolutely not. - What's your name? - David Goodis. Who's she? The girl I love. Doris Mizoguchi. We were vacationing in Paris at Uncle Edgar's invitation. How long were you in Paris? - Exactly? - Yes, exactly. How long were you in Paris? - Exactly? - Yes, exactly. Exactly... 127 years.
Really? Just as I thought. You must not have seen your girlfriend often. Rarely. She lived too far away. I only saw her daily. Mornings for breakfast, midday for lunch, afternoons for tea, sometimes between tea and dinner, then for a movie or a play after dinner. She couldn't come often. She lived too far away. She lived in the suburbs. Since the suburbs aren't Paris, and Paris isn't France, she had to get a visa every time she came to see me. But couldn't you go see her? Sure, but only outside breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner. You're a real moron. If I was a moron, I wouldn't speak French. So what are you doing in Atlantic-Cité? "In this mirror I am enclosed alive and real as one imagines the angels, not like reflections." What are you writing? A novel that'll never end and that I'll call The Unfinished Novel. "Who is that actress with iris eyes so heavy and dark like a bouquet? The Japanese girl suddenly looked something like a Manet. Surely, like me, she wearied of their silly wordplays. She uses only familiar words: 'You'll miss me, honey, some of these days.' Why then this feeling of a long agony? And my life and the world? Who could ever still believe in them? She only loved the here and now And I was the color of time She spoke of elsewhere
Forever elsewhere, I listened, in dreams sublime A woman is a door to the unknown halls A woman is like the triumph of naked soles Do you remember the song, the tone of that foolish carol..." I couldn't rhyme that one. "One day, alas! You'll go off, Alice, with Lewis Carroll." Thanks. Can I count on your help? Sure, if you help me too. But not a word to the police. - He still works at...? - No, they sacked him. Okay. When he comes to, tell him I vanished. Is it really you I'll find dead? O Richard. O my king. In what second-rate tragedy have you once again cast me in the final role? Luckily I was now a brunette, and Dr. Korvo didn't recognize the blond student from Agadir. Madam Nelson, I have to talk to you! You look unhappy. No luck? Wasn't that funny? - Hello, Thomas. - Hello, sir. Don't call me sir. Call me Bartender or Paul. It's easier.
I'm not much older than you. Excuse me. Another shot of scotch. Coming right up, Miss Nelson. Don't call me sir. Call me Bartender or Paul. It's easier. I'm not much older than you. You are. How old are you? I'm 22. - You'll be twice that in 22 years. In 22 years I'll be 26. Not so, sir - sorry - Bartender or Paul. In 22 years she'll be 44. You're good at mental math, but she beats you in French. I'll catch up. I'm only two years older. I didn't know you were 19. 22 and 35 don't make 19. They do, except during the war. '70 and '14 added up to '40. Mind doing some arithmetic for me? All right, fella. Could you inventory the objects in my bar? - What's a bar? - Bartender! Coming! A bar... is a place... I mean, a room.
I mean, it's several persons who meet under a bartender's eye. And it's also a room where liquids are served. I mean, it's both people meeting under a bartender's eye, and it's also a room - A bar can't be two things at once. Can the young lady be both a woman and a crocodile? You ask tough questions. I have to think about it. List the objects in the bar. I see a glass, bottles, a rose, windows on my right, a door that's both in front of me and behind you. You see, a thing can be in two places at once. Keep going. - A bartender. - Where's the bartender? In front of me. It's you. That's right. I didn't see myself. Keep going. An ashtray, cups, saucers, a coffee machine, three taps, a cigarette, a striped dress. And four walls that surround the bar, a floor under my feet, a worker and me, Paula, who's stuck in a desperate situation. You just throw words around. Do something with them! Like what, Bartender or Paul? What does one do with words? - Is this necessary? - I sincerely think so. I'll try to make sentences, but I don't like to. Why don't you like to? Because sentences are useless or empty words. The dictionary says so.
But the dictionary also says that sentences join words together... to give them fuller meaning. - I reject your definition. - Why? Why do you reject it? Sentences can't be meaningless and have fuller meaning. Don't complicate things. If you don't talk in sentences, I can't understand you and thus serve you a drink. Then, Bartender or Paul, I'll give it a try. The glass is not in my wine. The bartender is in the pocket of the pencil's jacket. The bar gives the young lady a few kicks. The floor is stubbed out on the cigarette. The tables are on the glasses. The ceiling hangs from the lamp. The window looks into the young lady's eyes. I open them, and the door sits on the stool. The telephone has three bars. The coffee fills with vodka. The Cinzano has four walls around it... but the dictionary has only three windows: one sash window and two French windows. The doors jump out the window. The bartender fills a cigarette with his whiskey. He lights his tap. I am what you are. He is not what we are. They are what you are. I have what you have. He has what they have. They have what we don't have.
- What'll you have? - If anyone asks, you don't know. Say something at least. "What's the maximum speed of love? Answer: 68 miles per hour. A mile faster and you're in a cock-up." Very well. ARMED TROOPS ARE PROTECTING CANDIDATES IN SUNDAY'S ELECTIONS... Say something at least. I'm fed up. Here's the address you wanted. Whatever I do... I can't shirk my responsibilities toward others. My silence has the same effect on him as my words. My leaving disturbs him as much as my presence. My indifference can be his undoing as much as my involvement. My sometimes rash concern... can be fatal to him. Either this life is nothing or it must be everything. By imagining that it could be lost, rather than subjected to the absurd, I place at the very center of my relative existence an absolute benchmark - that of ethics. The absolute in this sense is not elsewhere. No past justifies it. No future can promise it. I choose to exist to become increasingly present for myself, for Dick... and for others. Miss Daisy Kenyon, please report to Solarium 4. Miss Ruby Gentry, please report to the oxygenation room. This way. Calling Dr. Ludwig. Calling Dr. Edward Ludwig.
Is it you? Yes, miss. Miss...? Paula Nelson. I don't do special consultations. No, I just want some information. - Are you a reporter? - Who said I was? You're from Paris? I just want to know if Dick really - If Richard P... died of heart failure. Are you his sister? We were to marry two years ago. THE BOOK OF THE IT During the events in Marseille? Why don't you answer my question? I am. Look. I have his file here. There's no mystery. Of course. Even in Treblinka and Auschwitz, people ended up dying of heart failure. What did he do before coming to Atlantic-Cité? Did you work together? Excuse me. Go right ahead. Tell Mr. Widmark the person in question did call. Why did they call you to confirm his death? Because I saw him often.
We'd play tennis three times a week. I'm the club president. He was alone. I introduced him to people. He was lonely, you know. Loneliness isn't a cause of death. How can you not see the link between loneliness and physical illness? Why tell me stories? I just want the truth. You don't like telling stories. I think you're wrong. Dickens, Melville, and Hammett are better than all these new audiovisual truth-detecting methods. Weren't you the mayor's deputy until '67? The mayor was a Communist. He was killed too. An explosion in a gas depot. The Communist utopia is no longer the revolutionary utopia of 40 years ago. You're sure he had no family? They should be informed. He had only me. I'll avenge him. I don't understand you. In that case, let's stop DICK-ing around with this ri-DICK-ulous nonsense. I understood very quickly. This affair had to remain murky for everyone, and my life was on the line. But maybe, too, I'd come across something that I could then sell to the opposition press. To recover Richard's things, I went back late that afternoon to the address I'd been given. It was once again the kind of day for taking out a camera and making a color movie. An anonymous voice had given me the address of a garage.
I thought I'd recognized the northern accent of a typist he'd run off with. Where am I? I'm crossing countries drenched in blood. War is war... whether you call it that or not. War. And life - has it ever been anything but war? To kill less than in a war - is that the law in life? Where am I? Why was I told he was in the military hospital? Who gave you the address of this garage? Someone from around here. And I remembered his fondness for cars. And I saw his Alfa. That idiot Donald! I told him to torch it. - Was it after the elections? - Maybe. You killed him. What makes you think that? The corpse at that doctor's office, Dr. - Korvo? I don't know anything about it. You can fool the movie audience, but not me. Why do you want to avenge P...? This may surprise you, but out of idealism. Ah, right. I remember an editorial... where he wrote that fascism was the dollar of ethics. What did they do to him? It's the other way around: It was Dr. Korvo who informed Ludwig that you'd come by.
How'd you get to Atlantic-Cité so fast? - Who slugged me? - I do the questioning here. Then do the answering too. He'd kept evidence about the mayor's death. It had to vanish. Something new, criminally speaking. It was worse here than Marseille or Chicago. You know, I'm in charge of planning for all of Region 5. If you kill me, you won't learn a thing. Your theory doesn't hold water. The main thing is to find out if you know where it is. I tell her I know exactly what she's looking for. She'd heard that P... was dead and thought that once here, it would all be easy. And I tell him it's all Chinese to me. Cold. Colder. Freezing. The South Pole. Still the South Pole. Still the South Pole. Still the South Pole. Warming up. Warmer. Crossing the Equator. The Sahara. Starting to burn. Burning. Burning. Let's listen to it.
Paragraph 3. Permanent revolution only has meaning if the diversity and seriousness of the politico-economic team allows us to surmount the hazards of the situation. Paragraph 7. What Robespierre and St. Just had glimpsed empirically as part of a program - What Robespierre and St. Just had glimpsed empirically as part of a program that remained to be defined, but whose surprising topicality still amazes... others have drafted. I am one of them, and you shouldn't blame us, comrades. Paragraph 12. As colonial independence in the interim checks the fascist evolution of the regime, domestic conquest and the struggle for the presidency should open a new field of club activity. I've changed my mind. Why did I go to Dr. Korvo's? And why did I go to the military solarium? And without any risk. You know, I could kill you right now. Here I am in my dark suit and bright tie. I tell her I still have a lot of friends in Paris who will be back in power someday. To be classified. We asked a nation to base its opinion not on adversarial analysis within public opinion, or on the study of hard evidence, but on what certain officials have chosen to leak from secret archives. Such methods, comrades - Let me start again. We asked a nation to base its opinion not on adversarial analysis within public opinion, or on the study of hard evidence, but on what certain officials have chosen to leak from secret archives. Such methods, comrades, epitomize a police state. Looking at the two of them, I suddenly understood the adjective "parallel" as applied to the police. The inspector looked like a political science graduate. He shouted at me to beware of those Regional Planning people. Dick had no secrets. He was a liar. I knew him well. Someone killed Typhus.
It wasn't you or me. It proves someone's after the same thing we are. Help me. I'll do the same. We'll share. - Why does the cock flatter the cuckoo? - I don't get it. Because the cuckoo flatters the cock. Mr. Khrushchev's speech to the Komsomol. I'm sure you killed Dick. Why? I don't know yet. It doesn't hold water. It does too hold water. You'll see. - Then it was you. - You're a pain. - Not exactly. - I don't get it. Let's just say there were several of us. But what if I went ahead and told them what I know and what I guess. You wouldn't. Right now, he thinks that you killed Typhus. I'm the only one who knows I was with you at the time. He doesn't look so mean for a homicide detective. His parents fought mine at Dakar and Mers el-Kebir. They worked for the French Gestapo. Mine worked in London for Colonel Passy. You know we called him, "I tawt I taw a 'Passy' tat!"
I'm coming. I'll take her. Be right back. You absolutely must... Paris. That's enough! I can't tell you just how much I hate the police. It was her. She killed Uncle Edgar. - I recognize her. - He's nuts! I said to wait outside. Take him away. It was her. I can't tell you just how much I hate the police. Unless I'm mistaken, Mr. Typhus had business dealings with you. Not with me. You're wrong. Am I? That's what I'd been led to understand. So in fact your relations with Mr. Typhus were purely friendly. Let's just say we'd met a few times. I see. I can't tell you just how much... - Yes? - I hate the police. I'm from Atlantic-Cité Magazine. Wasn't Mr. Typhus an ex-lieutenant of Jo Atilla's?
No comment. Same old story. Why do the Paris police snub the provincial press? And you, miss - anything to say? You knew Richard P... well. No comment either. 25 Ben Hecht Street. He worked there three months, from January 25 to April 25. That all? - Yes. Wait in the Peugeot. Secret? What secret? Richard P... died a natural death. Suicide at worst. Suicide by shooting himself in the back of the neck? I'm new, but it's not the first time. I asked her real name. Marie Dufour. Was she the one who called me? Why? I told her not to be afraid. Because I'd tried to kill myself. Why kill yourself? Was it long after Richard's death? Or because they tortured you? With a razor blade. Richard told you something. They tortured you to find out what. With a razor blade.
What did he tell you? Afraid they'll come back if you talk to me? Yes, I am. LIBERTY Excuse me, mister. I'm the sister of Richard P... He worked here in February or March. Did he leave a letter or package for me? I wouldn't know. What is it? I just heard you mention Richard P... I overheard you from the accounting office. They're scared. They doubled our pay to keep us quiet. But Mr. P... was very nice to me. He was the only one. He once asked me to come to his home to check the books in a villa outside Atlantic-Cité. Where? Near the military airfield. Preminger Street. Something like that. That's all I know. Well, well. Find anything? - No more than you. - What makes you say that? You'd either leave me in peace or get rid of me. I think Inspector Aldrich is smarter. Ever think about what would happen if he's the first to learn who killed Typhus? He takes himself too seriously.
He gives me a pain. But I have to find a way. He say what he thought of me? Why the hell should I care? I'm in charge of the fifth region, not him. Right? Sure you are. Sure. What did you tell him? Tell who? David Goodis. When Aldrich questioned him the second time, he got nothing out of him. He said there'd been a mix-up... that you resembled someone else... that he'd never seen you with his uncle. What did you tell him? Nothing. Well, I've been thinking. Whoever killed Typhus is probably the same person who slugged you. I know it sounds crazy, but it proves he didn't find anything either. - And Dr. Ludwig? - What? Maybe it was him. I don't get it. I don't get it. Why wouldn't he be involved? Sure. Like you, he's a priceless hostage for me. You really think so? You still don't think Richard was just a dreamer? Have you ever seen a Communist dreamer? He was expelled from the party when Picasso died.
A charade, a charade. What? You fell for it, like everyone else. The MP who'd lent him his Citroën had taken it back for the weekend, so Widmark drove me back in his killers' Chrysler to the hotel, threatening to kill me if I went out, since I refused to tell him where the villa was. THE ROOM ON THE FIRST FLOOR... WHICH FOR US WILL BE... GARDENS OF ARMIDA... EIFFEL TOWER... DID YOU.... Next: As the police still suspected me, which is how Widmark could hold me, I called him back and gave him the name of a guy who, in my opinion and in his, could very well have killed Typhus. Paragraph 19. Yes, comrades, times have changed. But I say that the lies remain, among those whom you know well, those who feel a threat to their social influence patriotism. The current government uses patriotic speeches and glorification of the nuclear adventure as a diversion from the rise of worker and social issues. Paragraph 47. Dumouriez had denounced this penchant for sublime parry being used by the Right today, which gives the masses the facile emotion of courage without risk and pride without sacrifice. Politics. Money. How can I not feel like puking after being mixed up in all that for so long? Oh, Richard. Paragraph 48. How is it, I will be asked with eloquent outrage, that French policy aims to relieve us of this enormous power, and yet a fraction - a faction of our power will have contributed to such crimes? My answer to that, comrades, to Louis and Benoit: It's not the first time power has been divided, that a court could be Catholic and Protestant. And Danton? Dumouriez? Would it be the first time policy swung Left and Right, torn between the demands of a Grand Old Man - Would it be the first time policy swung Left and Right, torn between the sublime demands of a Grand Old Man capable of imposing them on his nation at the expense of food and the interests of his heirs,
who know they can only control the people by fattening them up? Paragraph 89. The main reason for these errors is that men claiming to be of the Left continue to accept Communist votes even as they form alliances with reactionary forces. I ask you, comrades: What progress can there be with Lecanuet, Pinay, Pleven, who claim that without an anti-American stance, nothing would separate our policies from theirs? How can we seek the defeat of the current government when it could only lead to the following results: either the survival of Gaullism, even if the UNR loses its majority in the next National Assembly, or a lasting discredit to the democratic regime if power returns to a majority that includes part of the non-Communist Left and those so-called progressive republicans. It's to bar the way - It's to bar the way, comrades - It's to bar the way, comrades, to such an alternative that the French Communist Party will pursue its efforts for the true victory of the Left. This is probably the fear of the anti-Communist factions. They don't want the victory of the Left. This is probably - Just as I thought. To get back at his boss, who didn't want him anymore, young Donald brought me photos of Richard's death. Yes, we were in a political movie, meaning Walt Disney with blood. He also told me he'd childishly killed Typhus and his niece. They'd caught him searching my room. He was looking for a treasure, but now he was scared. He didn't believe in any secret file or political mystery - just money. He confirmed that there was a villa and offered to take me there for two million old francs. He wanted it to flee to South America, where, in his own idealistic way, he'd help finance a mercenary army to eliminate Jews, blacks, Chinese and Indians. If you had to die... would you rather be warned or die suddenly? Die suddenly! Mama! Mama! This is probably the fear of the anti-Communist factions. Finding out why Richard died was to find out why I should stay alive. "He remembers... a lock of brown hair." Not helping me anymore?
Sure I am. "He remembers to the point of disbelief..." And then? - Scram! The police! - Help me, ma'am. "...our two strange destinies." At the villa in an hour! You can leave Atlantic-Cité. Really? Thanks. I'm off the Typhus case. Really? Same old story. I just had orders from Paris to suspend the investigation. That shouldn't surprise you. I don't care. Was the wrong man your idea? What wrong man? According to Widmark, it was a certain... Mark Dixon, a private detective, who killed Typhus. It's plausible. A feud between two Moroccan War veterans. Did you arrest this Mr. Mark Dixon? Not yet. I'll try. I doubt I can. Why not? He's already dead. A fire near Agadir. Then how will you arrest him?
I don't get it. He'll be sentenced in absentia. Officially no one knows he's dead, except for two people. I'm one, but only by chance. I was engaged to his sister. And one other person - Mr. Widmark? Not Widmark. A young woman in a pretty dress. Just like yours, in fact. What color is it? Orange or yellow? None of your business, since the case is closed. I know. You suspected me? It would be an exaggeration to say I did, but it was a possibility. He was killed in your room, so you let him in. No, he may have been after something, something to steal. Were you in the same hotel by chance? Were you supposed to meet him? I didn't expect to run into Typhus. I'd read in Ouest-France that my friend, Richard P..., was dead. So I came here. So did he, I think. Who'd you vote for two years ago? None of your business. I can easily find out. You were working for L'Express a bit earlier, in '66. Yes. What if I was?
No, nothing. This Richard P... was the same one who wrote the editorials? Yes. He stayed on. I quit when... the Havas Agency. Why? I think advertising is a form of fascism. I got wary when Goodis went back on his declarations. I'm not as stupid as you think. You're probably mixed up in something political that also involves personal feelings: revenge, jealousy, friendship. I'd go back to Paris if I were you. Things are going to get ugly here. I'm telling you for your own sake. You know, we live in a part of the universe that's already old, where nothing much happens, whereas elsewhere, explosions are forging new galaxies. So long. KISS TOMORROW GOODBYE Silence! You'll get everyone in trouble. I don't buy it. Tell Ludwig I'll call him tonight. Okay, but this is the last time. - What's your name? - Robert McNamara. - Aren't you tired of all this killing? - It's my job. It makes me happy. And you? I'm Richard Nixon. I feel the same way.
Let's go see your boss, since you're watching me. - I don't know where he is. - I know. Take off! I still have my yellow-and-red dress, but my voice has changed. I tell him it was barbaric to torture the poor girl to get the villa's address. I answer, it's not the first time that I have blood on my hands. Agadir... the Charonne metro station... Mehdi Ben Barka. Besides, we gave that fat woman 100,000 francs to make up a story to explain her burns. It's always blood, fear, politics, money. How can I not feel like puking after being mixed up in all that for so long? Oh, Richard. It's to bar the way, comrades, to such an alternative that the French Communist Party will pursue its efforts for the true victory of the Left. I dismissed the others. He says Richard killed Lacroix. - In case I kill Paula. - The fire was a cover-up. - The villa is where the party met, - The party framed the Socialists. Without telling its own militants. Two years ago, in '67, they decided to sabotage - the alliance with the Left. - Richard was killed for playing too personal a game. - That's what I think. - It all started there. - The ex-mayor Lacroix, Richard P... - I won't get out of this alive. I shouldn't have listened to Donald. They had to be silenced.

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