The Million Eyes of Sumuru

This is the funeral of the richest

man in the world.

These are his 17 sons.

Soon they will share his fate, together with all the other men

who oppose my will.

The eyes of this girl are watching them,

as maybe some other woman's eyes are watching you.

I have a million eyes, for I am Sumuru.

Mercy?

You did very well, Louise.

But now something more important.

You girls were on duty when I conveyed our lady's word

to you sisters earlier today.

We received a report from Rome

that gives us some cause for alarm.

It affects every one of us.

My lady.

The funeral?

A complete success.

And the next of kin?

There are none.

May they rest in peace.

Carry on.

The report is sufficient for our lady to go to Italy

personally to take charge.

It appears we are in danger.

A girl, one of us, has chosen to betray us.

She has done that one unforgivable thing.

She has fallen in love.

In the war against mankind to achieve our aim,

a world of peace and beauty, ruled by women,

we have but one weakness, which must be rooted out and destroyed.

Love.

Let justice be done.

My judgment is death.

Look, what I want to know is when

are we going to get a chance to take up the real thing?

That's what I mean. I think he's stalling us.

Speaking of the real thing.

Excuse me, Nick.

Ho, ho, ho, Mr. West, I believe.

- Sir Anthony. - Ha ha.

I hoped I'd see you.

I'm told you're having a holiday, a vacation?

Yes, the CIA does give us an hour or two off now and again.

CIA?

Central Intelligence Agency, remember?

Of course, how stupid of me. Very interesting.

Now, listen to me, West.

A man I know is in a bit of difficulty.

He's not a bad chap. He's the Sinonesian chief of security.

And his secretary's had a bit of bad luck.

- Oh? - Yes, it appears she's been murdered.

Ooh, that sounds like a run of bad luck.

Well, yes, it does. I quite agree with you.

Well, the bonus is anything that happens

in Sinonesia at this moment is of some concern to HMG.

- HMG? - Her Majesty's Government.

- Oh, yes. - Yes, oil, you see.

They found, or think they found a big new strike.

And this fellow, I'm telling you about, Medina-Medike-

M-E-D-l-K-E, he spells it, he might easily grant us something

pretty important, you know, what those musical comedy

government's are in that part of the world.

Anyhow, we'd like to keep him happy.

Eh, yes, but would I?

Oh, come, come, what's good for us is good for the West, West.

I beg your pardon.

Besides, American Intelligence owes us a favor.

Uh, oh, so American Intelligence owes you a favor.

Yes, and I'm afraid it's you, my boy.

Sir Anthony...

Mr. West.

- Sir Anthony. - West.

Nice of you to be here. This is Colonel Medike.

- Colonel Medike. - Mr. West.

- How do you do, Mr. West? - Please.

- Thank you. - What may I offer you gentlemen

- to drink? - I won't have one

if you don't think me rude.

- I've got an appointment. - Oh, that's all right. Senta.

I think I will take a cognac.

Ah, good, a cognac, nothing here, and a vodka.

Colonel and I don't want to be seen for obvious reasons

so we picked a nice quiet place.

- Pardon? - We picked a nice, quiet place.

Ah, yes, good.

Mr. West, no doubt you have read about the murder

of my secretary.

As security chief, I must accompany

my president on his world tour, and she had agreed to come with us.

Well, the Italian police are very efficient, colonel.

Don't you think that they can handle this?

Yeah, but you two seem to be getting on very well together,

so I think I'll leave you if you don't think...

If you'll excuse me.

I want to slip a few things in tonight's DB.

Slip them into what?

- Diplomatic bag. - Ah.

Look after the colonel won't you, and sign the check.

Bye-bye, colonel.

I thought he'd never leave.

Um, now, do please go on.

Thank you.

Well, I am with President Boong's goodwill tour,

and we are leaving Rome tomorrow.

What I would like is to have someone to get to the bottom

of the murder in my absence.

I have a feeling that this is part of a plot

to kill President Boong.

Well, I'll be happy to do whatever I can.

Hi, Nick. How's the action?

- Looks great. - Huh?

Oh, yeah, well, that's because I live a nice, clean life

- and think clean thoughts. - Of course you do.

Why don't you try to follow my example

and you, too, can be a winner.

- See you later? - No, I don't think so.

I'm going to try and get to bed early tonight.

Me, too.

Uh, who is that?

His name's Tommy Carter.

And what does he do?

Ride, shoot, do judo, ping pong, karate, just like everybody else.

- Why? - For a living?

Oh, no, no, no. His father left him $18 million.

He doesn't need a living.

Tell me a little bit more about the death of your secretary.

What I can tell you is surprisingly little.

But I have made out a dossier of everything

I think will be a help to you.

Ah, good. Shall we go?

Okay.

I hope that cockroach doesn't get in it.

Can I give you a lift, colonel? I'm parked right in there.

No, thanks, Mr. West. I think I'd rather take a walk.

Okay. I'll see you in the morning.

Very well, good night and thank you.

- Yeah. - Good-bye.

Bye.

Nick!

It would be best not to perform the operation.

I understand.

Very well, I shall deliver my report

to the villa Padovani

Yes, good-bye.

Who are you? How did you get in here?

My name is Nick West, and I broke in.

I didn't want to, but, uh, nobody came

to answer the bell at the gate.

I must get it fixed.

But what made it so imperative that you should get in?

You'd never guess, but I'm looking for a friend of mine.

This is a private hospital.

Yeah, I have a feeling that he's a, uh, new guest here.

I'm sorry, but I must ask you to leave.

I have an emergency.

Perhaps if you leave me his name or your telephone number,

I could let you know if he's a new patient here.

You must excuse me. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Mr. West.

Hey, wait a minute.

Now, look, ladies, my Blue Cross is all paid up.

There's nothing wrong with you, Mr. West.

Huh?

Don't worry.

She's the real thing.

Mm?

I mean, she is a real nurse, and this is a real hospital.

A token of my esteem.

- For me? - For you.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

Where do you want me to put it?

Wherever there's room.

You ought to be grateful to Mr. Carter.

He decided to follow you luckily.

He's right.

I lost you, so I drove around for about 40 minutes.

Suddenly, I saw the ambulance pulling out of the driveway.

So, I decided to pay my respects.

Oh, you found me. Thank you.

- Pleasure. - What about the colonel?

Oh, the colonel, he's dead, I'm afraid.

He was obviously a marked man. He hadn't got a chance.

They tailed him to the club, waited for him

with the ambulance, you know.

Uh, I'm, uh, well, I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm sorry he's dead.

But, uh, Sir Anthony, I'd like to get on with my vacation.

My real interest, which I assure you

is fully shared by your government, was not so much in the late colonel

as in his employer.

- Well, President Boong. - Quite so.

Have you ever thought of working with him?

No, no, no, he's been thinking of looking for a nice girl

and playing house.

Why should he work for Boong?

Well, it's only fair to assume since the colonel's death

that a vacancy does exist.