:42:08
Allez vite, n'importe où.
N'importe où! Vite!
:42:19
Suivez ce taxi.
:42:26
- Were you followed?
- Yes, by Dyle. But I lost him.
:42:30
I'm beginning to think women
make the best spies.
:42:33
Agents.
:42:35
- He has a gun, Mr. Bartholomew.
- No.
:42:38
- But I saw it.
- No, that's not Carson Dyle.
:42:41
- Carson?
- There's only one Dyle connected with
this affair, Mrs. Lampert.
:42:44
That's Carson Dyle.
:42:46
You mean you've known
about him all along?
:42:50
It's enough to make you
a vegetarian, isn't it?
:42:53
It's just lucky I'm not hanging
next to one of those right now.
:42:58
Why didn't you tell me
you knew about Dyle?
:43:01
I didn't see any point.
Dyle's dead.
:43:05
Mr. Bartholomew,
what is all this about?
:43:07
In 1944, five members
of the O.S.S...
:43:12
the military espionage unit...
:43:14
were ordered
behind the German lines...
:43:16
for the purpose of delivering
$250,000 in gold...
:43:22
to the French underground.
:43:24
The five men
were your husband Charles,
:43:26
the three men
at his funeral yesterday...
:43:29
- and Carson Dyle.
- Oh.
:43:32
But instead of delivering
the gold, they stole it.
:43:36
- How?
- By burying it,
:43:38
then reporting
the Germans had captured it.
:43:41
All they had to do was
come back after the war,
:43:43
dig it up
and split it five ways.
:43:46
Quarter of a million dollars
with no questions asked.
:43:50
May I have a cigarette,
please?
:43:53
I can't stand those things.
:43:55
It's like drinking coffee
through a veil.
:43:58
Everything went smoothly enough
until after the gold was buried.