From the Archives of the Criminal Police

No! Joe!

You made a mistake, Raf, and now you have to pay.

No, you can't do that! We've been friends. Forgive me, Joe!

Forgive me!

I might even forgive you, but Cosa Nostra won't!

Let's go, picciotti.

Well, what do you have to tell me?

Boss, we've to deal with Cosa Nostra's old acquaintances again.

You've got it right also this time.

Drug trafficking lies almost completely in their hands here in Europe.

The microfilm I gave you...

includes complete and detailed records of such activity.

You also supposed that the boss of the gang was that bastard,

Joe the Maltese. Sure, I had some very good reasons.

- But the evidence? - All in there.

And the other one? The boss Hastruan?

What's happened to him who took the reins of Tunisian gang?

He has pulled back into a shell, for now atleast.

He had tried to lay hold of that precious piece of film.

- If he had made it, he'd have wiped out the competition. ~ Yes.

If he had got hold of the microfilm,

Hastruan would have had Joe the Maltese and his group under his control.

But there's something I can't figure out in any way.

Why did Raf Licata give the microfilm to us...

and not to Hastruan, as it was obvious instead?

He knew he had a big fortune in his hands.

That's true, but he'd have exposed himself to a serious risk.

Crime bosses make often peace...

and so troubles start for those ones who were double crossing like Raf Licata.

He went amiss the same.

He paid his betrayal of Cosa Nostra with his life.

Ah, I forgot. I think today I've got a piece of news you're interest in.

Joe the Maltese has arrived here in London along with two bodyguards.

- And where did he settle? - At Soho, in a wonderful villa.

Here's the exact address, I hope you'll be satisfied.

You did a very good job, my congratulations, Teddy.

Do not go away from London, I might need you again.

Thanks, inspector Vernon.

Count on me. I'm always at your disposal.

May l?

- What's up? ~ Mail to sign. - You may put it over there.

I've got something else to do now.

Miss Carter, I'll be away for a hour circa, keep my desk tidy.

Fine.

- I was starting to think you'd have not come. - I don't understand why.

- You never know in these cases. - Have you brought the microfilm?

I'll give you after I'll be given the money.

- Here, there're 15,000 dollars. - 15,000?

- You broke the agreement. - Try to be reasonable, Larsen.

Your call has caught us off guard, we could not give you more.

- You'll be given the change tomorrow. - Tomorrow? But you don't realize...

that in a couple of hours at most Vernon will have already discovered...

that I've disappeared and he'll charge the police with seeking me?

- What do you suggest? - It's pointless to lose time, Schwartz.

I must leave from England right now...

and you have to give me the agreed amount or you won't have the microfilm.

- Not now. - But, really! So what should I do?

Listen, Larsen, let's decide together what to do.

Reach Tunis as soon as possible and lodge at the Central Hotel.

We'll charge someone with contacting and giving you the whole amount.

I've no other choice.

- Remember that from now on my name is Andrea Zaccarias. - Agreed.

Taking the chestnut away from fire by the paw of a cat.

Nice idea!

- But the game wasn't successful and it went bad. - But who could imagine...

We're stupid!

- But a lot of money... - I don'tcare about them!

Idiot! I dorftgive a damn about 15,00 dollars!

- But one like me... - Do not break my...

Yes? Yes, it's me. Spill the beans.

When?

Do not move, we're coming there.

Wait for us.

We have friends in high places too.

Larsen left for Tunis a hour ago.

If he didn't get the money, something went wrong.

Buthe still has gotthe microfilm, I'm sure.

I bet that he's going to setup a monkey business with Hastruan.

If he tries, he'll have to deal with us.

Let's go.

- So, what? - No, my dear.

- No! - Why?

You're playing the mysterious man and that's getting deeply under my skin.

I'm not playing atall.

This is only a strange idea you've run away with.

Please, you must believe me, I think I'm a bit trustworthy.

- I'm curious to know... - That's your weak point.

- Curiosity! - Well, I admit.

But it may be a professional bias.

What kind ofjournalist should I be ifl didn't pry into others' business?

There's nothing to discover inside my business.

I'm an agent of a known insurance company.

So it often happens that I'm absent from London.

This comes under my kind of job of course.

I'm not being on to it, my friend.

Hello? Here's Jane Colman speaking.

Really? Yes, he's here.

Now I'll let you speak to him.

It's for you.

Yes? Excuse me.

No, just tell me.

Alright, I got it.

In a quarter at most.

Agreed, thanks for the piece of news.

No, I said thanks.

I'm sorry, I've to leave you unfortunately.

You ought not to be hunt up here at your little girlfriend's.

But she's my director's assistant.

- They want me for an urgent matter. - At 10 pm by night?

It has happened many other times.

- Just go, don't lei them wait. - See you soon.

Teddy, if some other assistantcalls,

what do I have to answer?

Incredible! A good guy like Larsen...

You cannot trust anyone.

Teddy, we'll manage to retrieve the microfilm...

catching Joe the Maltese off guard? - No.

- Why? - Do you want me to speak frankly, don't you?

If the Maltese was able to put his hands on it,

he didn't hesitate to destroy it even for a while. - Indeed.

I'd have done the same thing in place ofhim.

Whatifhe wasn'table to lay hold of it?

So he must be starting to chase after Larsen.

Are you willing to take care of the matter?

- With your permission, boss, I'd like to think hard. - Agreed.

But not too long.

Here's Criminal Investigation Department, let me speak to Collins.

Hi, Collins, I'm Vernon.

We have to entrust the mission to Larry Brenton and Peter Wilcox.

They will have to catch Joe the Maltese and his bodyguards inside his villa.

There's a gym for boxing in the nearby.

In order not to get noticed, our men will wear some sweaters...

and will bejogging a bit in the area, as if they were training.

Agreed.

That way.

- Frank, is it you? - Yes, boss. - I'm leaving for Tunis.

I don't know when I'll be back, but you be careful.

- Someone might pay you some not really nice visits. ~ 0k, boss.

Goodbye, Frank.

Well done!

See you later at the boss', things couldn't go better than this.

This time it's all my credit, lei me be thanked for compliments.

- Miss Dennis, the gentleman is asking for the consul. - Come in.

If the consul is absent, mr Bashir substitutes for him.

Do you want to have your name sent in? What's your name please?

- Mr Bashir... - May I help you?

No, I don't think so. It's a personal matter.

I see.

Mr consul is sick, come back in a few days, maybe you'll find him.

- I'm sorry, I didn't know. - Have a good day. - You too.

- I... - Wait for a while.

If you should need something, call this number.

Thanks.

It's very important. Got it?

I'll be waiting for you tonight at the same place.

That boy looks like the picture sent by Schwartz exactly.

What's the reason why he asked for the consul?

Who knows.

Anyway inform Hastruan and ask what to do.

There's another obscure point.

Why didn't Larsen come down to the Central Hotel?

I'm afraid that he's no longer going to let the microfilm go.

Did I scare you, didn't I?

What are you doing here alone?

- Your face is so sad. - Leave rne alone, go away.

Don't be rude! Wouldn't you like that I keep company with you?

Come with me, I live in the nearby.

So what? Do you come?

- Is there anybody at your home? - Nobody, I assure.

- Must I believe you? - Sure.

If you want, you can stay also all night long.

- Till tomorrow. - Don't hesitate.

Come in!

Come.

What's happened to you?

- You look so fearful. - It's nothing.

I think that you've got yourself just into troubles.

We still didn't introduce ourselves.

- My name is Amina and yours? - Mar... Andrea.

- Yes? - Hello, Larry.

Listen to me carefully. I decided to put Larsen's case in your hands.

- You're leaving for Tunis today. - Alright.

- Here he is. - If he finds Larsen for first, we're fucked.

- We've got along each other. - I won't leave him for a minute. - Alright.

0n time.

Here we are. Our man is there.

Alright. Let the Bedouin go into action right away.

If Brenton is taken in, he'll no longer get into our skin.

- Then the Bedouin? - We'll get rid of him.

We only use him as a lure. Now come back to the night club.

I can provide you with some very important news, mr Brenton.

Come to the dock no. 5 at dawn tomorrow.

I'll be there.

- Of course you won't tell me anything for free. - Exactly.

But don't worry, it's a fair amount.

How much?

Speak!

Ithad to happen to you...

Damned!

- Yes? - Mr Preston, here's Ann Britten speaking.