reggie -- !
taxi -- ! taxi -- !
follow that taxi.
taxi! follow!
suivre -- el taxi!
dyle, please.  d - y - l - e.
thanks -- see you soon.
yes?
reggie?
no cat and mouse -- you've got me. what do you want to know?
i had to -- for all i knew you could have been in on the whole thing.
but you know my name -- it's dyle.
yes, he is. he was my brother.
the army thinks he was killed in action by the germans, but i think they did it -- tex, gideon and scobie -- and your husband -- because he wouldn't go along with their scheme to steal the gold. i think he threatened to turn them in and they killed him. i'm trying to prove it. they think i'm working with them. but i'm not, and that's the truth. i'm on your side, reggie -- please believe that.
you'll wreck your raincoat.
what now?
how long do you intend -- ?
sorry about that.
do i knock or something?
the view had better be worth it.
very pretty. now what?
is that why you dragged me all the way up here -- to ask me that? she has it -- you know that.
supposing i did have it -- which i don't -- do you really think i'd hand it over?
back where?
herman?
how are you doing?
if you get bored, try writing 'love thy neighbor' a hundred times on the side of the building.
i didn't do it.
i met a man with sharp nails.
i left him hanging around the american express.
listen -- all i really want is an estimate.
haven't you got a bullet i can bite?
would you like to see my passport?
would you like to see where i was tattooed?
okay, i'll drive you around there some day. ouch!
alexander.
yes, but we're divorced.
i'm no easier to live with than he was.
i'm sorry i couldn't tell you the truth, but i had to find out your part in all this.
you can't.
there's an old riddle about two tribes of indians -- the whitefeet always tell the truth and the blackfeet always lie. so one day you meet an indian, you ask him if he's a truthful whitefoot or a lying blackfoot? he tells you he's a truthful whitefoot, but which one is he?
because he's wearing moccasins.
why not a lying blackfoot?
whitefoot, of course.
reggie -- listen to me --
so was juliet -- at fifteen.
well, there's your trouble right there -- you're too old for me.
there, you said it.
serious. when a man gets to be my age that's the last word he ever wants to hear. i don't want to be serious -- and i especially don't want you to be.
now please, reggie -- cut it out.
what are you doing?
who told you to do that?
but i'm not through complaining yet.
now please, reggie -- cut it out.
the phone's ringing --
that sounds like their problem.
tuesday.
i don't know -- it depends on whether or not they've already eaten.
hello, herman, it was a happy landing, i see.
be quiet, all of you!
and stop threatening that boy. he doesn't have the money. mrs. lampert doesn't either.
i don't know, herman -- maybe you do.
or you -- or you --
slowly. suppose one of you found charles here in paris, followed him, cornered him on the train, threw him out the window and took the money.
but he'd have to. if he left he'd be admitting his guilt -- and the others would know what happened. whoever it is has to wait here, pretending to look for the money, waiting for the rest of us to give up and go home. that's when he'll be safe and not a minute before.
then what am i doing here? you didn't know anything about me -- i'm the only one who could have taken it and kept right on going.
it's all right with us --
and while we're waiting, we might as well go through yours.
what's wrong, herman -- have you got something to hide? then i take it there are no objections.
we'd better exchange keys. here's mine.
come on -- let's get busy. who gets your vote?
he's all yours. i'll do tex and gideon. take jean-louis with you -- and make sure you bolt the door from inside.
how about $25,000? or do you think it would spoil him?
reggie -- ? did you find it?
he's in my room.
reggie -- you and the boy better wait here.
i'm not quite sure.
the police aren't going to like this one bit.
dyle.
no, i didn't.
maybe.
maybe.
why?
do women think it's feminine to be so illogical -- or can't they help it?
a) it's always the person you don't suspect; b) that means you think it's tex because you really suspect gideon; therefore c) if you think it's tex, it has to be someone else -- gideon.
who?
what -- like scobie?
i'd love some, thanks.
no sense messing up the streets.
hm?
don't worry, i'm not going to hit you.
maybe somebody felt that four shares were too many --
yes, i know.
what? assassinate somebody?
let me know what you want -- i'll pick a suit that matches.
lord, you're a pest.
i'd like to take a bath.
i'm only next door -- if anything happens, holler.
reggie!
did you ever hear the story of the boy who cried wolf?
reggie -- open the door.
then i suggest you call one of them.
have you ever heard of anyone taking a shower with his shoes on? what a nut.
i usually sing a medley of old favorites when i bathe -- any requests?
i don't think i know that one.
drip-dry!
the suit needs it more than i do, anyway.
every day. the manufacturer recommends it.
"wearing this suit during washing will help protect its shape."
waterproof.
i left all my drip-dry dripping -- is it all right?
reggie -- is something wrong?
you're probably weak from hunger. you've only had five meals today. hurry up and we'll go out.
reggie -- you haven't spoken a word in twenty minutes.
nothing's going to happen to you while i'm around -- i want you to believe that.
no -- not yet.
are you trying to say that i might have killed charles and scobie?
what do i have to do to satisfy you -- become the next victim?
i don't understand you at all -- one minute you're chasing me around the shower room and the next you're accusing me of murder.
i can explain if you'll just listen. will you listen?
okay. then get set for the story of my life -- not that it would ever make the best-seller list.
why don't you shut up!
are you going to listen?
after i graduated college i was all set to go into my father business. umbrella frames -- that's what he made. it was a sensible business, i suppose, but i didn't have the sense to be interested in anything sensible.
it led me away from umbrella frames, for one thing. but that left me without any honest means of support.
when a man has no profession except the one he loathes, what's left? i began looking for people with more money than they'd ever need -- including some they'd barely miss.
well, it isn't exactly the term i'd have chosen, but i suppose it captures the spirit of the thing.
well, i can't really blame you -- not now.
sorry, the name's adam canfield.
the man's the same, even if the name isn't.