08x21 - Bird of Prey: Part 2

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Welcome to San Leone,
Senor Mannix.

From the United States, huh?

You're a long way from home.

Here you are, Senor.
La Punta.

Thank you. Oh, I may be
getting an important phone call.

I'd appreciate it if you'd
put it through right away.

Of course, sir.

Just my luck.

The day the president of the
republic is coming to San Leone,

and I have to visit
my wife's family.

When's he coming?
Sunday.

And you approve
of your work, of course, then?

Yes, as a matter of fact,
I'm a very talented man.

Let's hope you're
as talented with a r*fle.

Is he reliable?

His type?

Do you think I'm a fool?

Would I risk everything
if he were not to be trusted?

Look, on Sunday he will do
what he's being paid for.

Then he'll disappear
for a few days.

The island will be overrun

with police reinforcements
from the mainland.

Then everything will depend

upon how fast our people
in the capital can act,

how quickly
we can seize control.

The general's ready
to take over. Good.

When we have power,
then Valdek will be free

to leave the country,
as I promised him.

And if they cut him down,
so what?

Senor Mannix?
That's right.

You still wish to locate
a certain Victor Valdek?

That's why I'm here.

And it's worth a lot of money?

How much is "a lot of money"?

, pesos.

All right, where do we meet?

You know where
the Casa Boria is?

I work there.

My name is Carlo Boldesca.

Meet me there at : .

Good-bye.

You talk too much.

Does a Carlo Boldesca work here?

Yes, he does.

He's a porter.

But it's his day off.
Well, that's strange.

He told me
to meet him here at : .

Maybe you'd do me a favor--
would you tell him I was here?

My name is Mannix.

Tell him that I'm
still interested in his friend,

and that the price is all right.

He was just here.

He was asking
for Carlo Boldesca.

Hm. Did you tell him?
Yes.

He seemed to accept it?

But he said Carlo
was a friend of Victor.

Now, how could Carlo
even know about Victor?

It doesn't matter how he knows;
I've sent him away.

I will be so glad
when this is all over.

It won't be
much longer, my dear.

Nearly all
the arrangements are made.

And forget about Carlo.

He won't be talking to Mannix.

The police are interested
in someone in here.

It's not you,

it's not me...

so it must be you!

How do you know the police
are interested in me?

There's a dead man down there.

Somebody stabbed him
and threw him over the edge.

Well, if you think I k*lled him,
Inspector... arrest me.

No.

I don't think you k*lled him.

But I'm interested
in this man you advertised for.

He's a hero.

He dragged a wealthy man's son
out of a wrecked plane,

saved his life.

And now my men
drag a man up the hill,

much too late to save his life.

Victor,
Carlo Boldesca has been k*lled.

Did you have
anything to do with it?

As if I would use a Kn*fe.

How much longer
is this going on?

Adrianna, darling,
if you can have patience

for a few more days,
this will all be over.

He's not a man
I find it easy to talk about.

It never is-- about a man
that you were once in love with.

Where is he now?

He's dead.

He was k*lled two years ago
in the earthquake.

Mm.

I'll, uh...

have to check out his death
for my client.

I hope you understand.

Then, will you go back
to the United States?

If I'm satisfied he's dead, yes.

Interesting man, huh?
Very.

A m*rder*r, a thief, a forger.

Name it, Valdek was all of it.

Even a hero.

He was a very elusive man,
always disappearing

before anyone could put
the finger on him.

And he seemed to inspire loyalty
in everybody he worked with.

No one ever betrayed him.

Not even a woman?

Not even a woman.

I got a present for you,
a going-away present.

Here.

Any message with the money?

Tickets.

One to the mainland and one
first-class to Los Angeles.

If you want my advice,
be smart, use them.

You were leaving
on the afternoon plane.

And you can tell him
I intend to stay

until I find out
what's going on around here.

What are you going to do
about him now?

Well, that is
for the count to decide.

All I know is there
cannot be any more mistakes.

Adrianna...

...tell me one thing.

This Mannix...

are you going to see him again?

I don't know.

Because it might be dangerous.

For me?

For Mannix.

You're finally
admitting he's alive.

Yes.

I only wanted to put him
in touch with my client.

Nobody had to lie to me
or try and pay me off.

I know that-- that's
why I'm talking to you now.

What is he to you?

He's my husband.

Step aboard, Mr. Mannix.

I understand.

Mannix hasn't left the island.

Where is he?

From what I've just been told,
he may be here.

He is an extremely
obstinate person.

Let's go.

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It's a good thing you saw him.

Mm. Not so good for him.

Now, tell me, what is it
that you object to in the idea?

What is it that's
bothering you, Felipe?

When a plan is laid down,
I like to stick to it.

But there are other ways of
getting rid of Mannix, you know.

Of course.

But, my dear fellow,
think of the advantages.

In the original plan,

Valdek fires the sh*t
and disappears, hm?

Mm.
Very well. But what then?

Everyone will be asking
the same questions:

Who was the assassin?

Where is he?

Remember, it's from
the balcony of this building

that the sh*t will be fired,

and the police
will certainly speculate

as to why and how.

But the other way...

Valdek will still
be the assassin.

Of course, naturally.

But you, Major Muller,
become a hero,

and the police have
no reason to suspect me at all.

Because up there
on the balcony

will be the body
of the assassin

whom you have caught
in the act...

and whom you sh*t
when he att*cked you.

A hired k*ller
from the United States

with the blood money
in his pocket.

A man who only the other day
broke into my house,

a man who can have not the
slightest connection with me...

and whom we dispose of
in this way...

very conveniently.

Aren't you pleased?

Doesn't
the neatness of it delight you?

You don't object
to being a hero, do you?

If I did...

you talked me out of it.

Well, perhaps you have

some personal feelings
about k*lling Mr. Mannix?

No.

Good.

k*lling him...

will be a pleasure.

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You think it's true, Inspector?

I don't know.

Rumors, whispers.

Her uncle works
for the foreign office, huh?

He drinks too much wine.

He talks of an assassination.

When?

Where?

God knows.

Where will it get them?

It sets the pot boiling, hmm?

Reduces the country to chaos.

And then you know what happens.

The interested parties
step in...

and in the name of law and order
they dissolve the government.

And then we have martial law...
and f*ring squads.

We'd better tighten our security
in case it's set for the island.

Or better still, you get
your hands on the assassin

before he makes an attempt
if he is on the island.

Easy, huh?

We could pick up
all the possibles on the island.

We'll pick them up, all right,
but that's no guarantee.

He could be an unknown
or tucked away someplace.

You pray to God
that if it happens,

it happens on the mainland
and not here.

Is he a possible?

Cassana took it.

At the time I didn't think
anything of it,

but now I'm not so sure.

Hell, I'm not so sure
about anything anymore.

I can pick up Gufo and Czerny
in ten minutes,

but Mannix-- he's gone.

Cassana says he flew over
to the mainland yesterday.

Maybe I was wrong.

The important thing is,
he's gone.

There was no need for v*olence.

I didn't want to use
Gufo and Czerny.

They're crude, greedy men.

You know, I even liked Mannix.

He was stupid.

Stupid?

Throwing away $ , .

Not everyone worships money.

It's a pleasant religion.

Greed when it's Gufo and Czerny,

but it's a religion
when it's to you, huh?

Don't you think

that we're entitled to some of
the vulgar pleasures of money?

After all we've been through.

I know things have been
difficult for you.

But we're about to be free.

If you were staying longer, we'd
have made you more comfortable.

The count wanted
your last impression of him

to be a kindly one,

but unfortunately
he can't be here.

He's giving a party.

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My dear marquesa,

it is not age that is destroying
us, it is economics.

You are too pessimistic,
my dear count.

Not at all-- I fight.

I try to keep history
from overwhelming me.

Oh, how?

Hmm, I do what is necessary.

Good or bad things?

Oh, sometimes, would you believe
it, quite monstrous things.

You are joking.

My dear Alicia,
since the new regime,

I am much too poor to joke,
believe me.

How long will he be unconscious?

Long enough.

minutes should be
long enough.

Have you a cigarette?

Have you a cigarette?
Smoke later.

Is that an order, Major?

Yes, and put the damn r*fle down
until you have to use it.

Are you nervous, Major?

What is the matter, Major?

Have you never k*lled
a man before?

I don't mean in combat.

There you sh**t them down
by the score,

you probably feel nothing.

I mean, have you ever k*lled a
man, just one against the other?

It's not easy,
not the first time.

It helps if you're angry,

or if the man is coming at you--
that gives you an alibi,

but, Major, when a man
is lying helpless...

Shut up!

Now it's time, Major.

I will sh**t him at meters.

I cannot miss.

In the mountains
we used to sh**t wild goats

at , meters.

If we missed then,
we had no dinner.

Did you ever sh**t
wild goats, Major?

You're talking too much.

Peasants-- you fill your lives
with nothing but talk.

Oh, I was born poor,
that is true,

but it was God's mistake.

You see, we peasants want
the same as you, Major.

We want the best,

not slop,
and a man has only one life.

It says that
on the television, right?

Look at that arrogant fool...

standing there
like a monument to himself.

Yes, that must be
his m*llitary training.

When you finish,
you drop the r*fle and get out.

Don't worry, Major, I won't wait
to be congratulated by you.

Good-bye, Major,
I'll send you a postcard.

No, no.

No, no, no,
it wasn't me, Inspector.

It was him-- the American.

He fired the sh*t?

I saw him do it with the r*fle.

He even tried to sh**t me,

so I hit him.

I should have k*lled him.

Luis, get everybody downstairs.

Dead center--
that's where you hit him.

Hit who?

The president of the republic.

The president?

Count Boria.
Yes.

Have you seen this man before?

Yes, once.

We found him late at night
in the casa after we'd closed.

All right, talk.

I didn't sh**t the president.

Now, w-why would I sh**t him?

Luis, search him.

Dollars.

Could this be the reason?

Very interesting.

Could he be
one of their government men?

Oh, come on, Inspector,
they planted that on me.

Who planted it on you?

Major Muller
o-or the real assassin.

Who would the real assassin be?

Victor Valdek.

Victor Valdek,
by your own evidence,

is buried in a grave in Mirava.

He's not buried in Mirava.

He's not buried anyplace.

Can you prove that?

Yeah, his, his porter could--

Carlo Boldesca.
Boldesca?

Yeah, h-he must have bumped
into Valdek, recognized him.

And?

And then they k*lled him
so that he wouldn't tell me.

Carlo did work for me,
Inspector,

but I'm not in the habit
of talking with my porters

about their personal affairs.

I know nothing
about this Victor Valdek.

How do you know
that Victor Valdek is alive?

His wife.

He has a wife living here
on this island?

Yeah, Adrianna Medova.

She works for the count, too.

I don't know why the count
and this Major Muller wanted

the president k*lled,
but I do know

that Victor Valdek
was to be the hit man.

You are suggesting to me
that Count Boria is framing you

for a crime he used
Victor Valdek to commit?

That's pretty obvious, isn't it?

I don't know how obvious it is,
but it's certainly ingenious.

Count Boria.

My dear inspector, if I wished
to have someone assassinated,

I would be extremely stupid
to have it done

from one of my own places
of business.

I think I want to talk
to Mr. Mannix alone.

Certainly.

Luis, you stay.

Look, I am the one friend

that you have on this island.

You'd better tell me the truth.

You don't believe me?

How can I believe you?

You were found here
with the gloves on,

with... with a warm r*fle
beside you.

How do you expect me
to believe you?

Inspector.

I didn't do it.

You give me the lead on the
people that you're working for--

The left, the right, the army,
students, the government,

I don't care.

But just tell me the truth.

Victor Valdek
is the man you want.

Victor Valdek is dead,
and we both know that.

It's the f*ring squad
for you, friend,

and maybe tomorrow at dawn.

Now you think about that.

And without the benefit
of a trial.

No one will be able
to fix it for you!

Not even your own people
in Washington.

I've told you the truth.
Now get Major Muller to talk,

or get Adrianna Medova.

Give me their names.

Tell me the truth.

I've told you everything I know.

Count Boria
engineered the k*lling.

Valdek was the assassin.

Luis...

get the men back here.

I'm tired of talking
to this assassin.

Come back, Mannix.

You don't have a chance.

In about seconds
the police'|| be here

asking if you've seen me.

They were here last night,
asking the same thing.

Bernard phoned. He thought
you might show up here.

Joe...

did you sh**t
the number one man?

Come on,
what do you think, Rosa?

I'm asking a question.
Yes or no?

No, and if you don't believe it,
the hell with you and Bernard.

I'll make it on my own.

Such heroics.

Come on.

Has my license expired,
Inspector?

Today above of all days, Rosa,
no jokes.

Well, a drink, then?

Your little boy from the States
has been playing with g*ns.

All right, go through
the whole place.

I don't think he did it.

Why not?

I know Joe Mannix.

Known him forever, it seems.

He isn't the kind.

Thanks for your expert analysis,
Madame Freud.

I know men. It's my business.

As of this moment,
you have no business.

Your bar is closed.

And I'll have one of my men
staying at the door.

Can he play backgammon?

Well, is there any game
he's good at?

Listen...

Rosa.

You put the finger

on Mannix for me,

and I promise you...

I'll give you all the money
that we found on him.

Is it a lot of money?

It's $ , .

Oh, dear.
That much?

Mm-hmm.

Isn't it lousy...

I'm not gonna
be able to earn it.

Now, don't complain, Joe, if the
tomatoes are a little warm.

I stuffed them away

because Varga
left a cop downstairs.

What's happening?

The Inspector
is taking the city apart.

I've got to get my hands
on Valdek.

Forget him.

You've got to
get off the island.

Now, if you can make it
to the Mainland,

it'll be easy enough
to go underground

until things cool off.

Is the cheese good?

Delicious.

Oh, I spoke with Bernard.

Tomorrow they're taking you
out of here.

Where to?

I don't know, but when you hear
somebody tap three times

on the skylight, open it.

It'll be the undertaker.

Great timing, Rosa.

And do what he says.
Bernard's arranged everything.

I'd better get back downstairs

before the ape
starts looking for me.

Goodbye, Joe.

Oh.

Here, take this...

for insurance.

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I'm going in that?

This won't be my best job.

It can't be. You wanted air.

Nobody ever
asked for air before.

Who?

It's Ostrov. You know,
from the market...

Gallstones.

Did you get the assassin yet?

We'll nab him. Don't worry.

Shh.

How long will I be here?

Depends. Maybe tomorrow night.

You know I didn't sh**t him.

Whatever you say.

I wasn't a passionate follower
of the president.

Mm.
But stay here.

If the police see you,

they're not going
to stop to ask questions.

Yeah. Uh, Bernard?
Yes?

Do you know
where Adrianna lives?

Yes. Why?

I want to know who owns,
rents or lives

in all of the houses around her.

It's important?
It's important.

Lock the door after me
when I go.

I'll be back later tonight
with some clothes.

Get into these.

There's money
in the coat pocket.

You're moving out
the first thing in the morning.

Did you find out
about her neighbors?

Yes. The third house up

from Adrianna Medova's
is unoccupied.

It's owned by Count Boria.

It's touchy.

Whatever you're thinking--
forget it.

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What are you doing here?
What do you want?

I'm looking for your husband.

He's not here!

...Joe Mannix...

Nothing can help you.
Don't you know that?

I didn't sh**t him, and
you know it. Your husband did.

You are all liars!

Adrianna, don't you understand
that they're using you--

Your husband, the count,
all of them!

The minute that you leave here,
I'm going to call the police.

I know where Victor is.

You're trying to destroy him
because I love him,

but he's my husband,
and I know him,

and he's no assassin.

Now you...

All right!

Stand aside!

You were lucky there was a
plainclothesman who spotted you.

Otherwise,
they would have torn you apart.

Raise your hands!

Keep them there!

All right now,

we have an open square to cross.

Don't attract any attention

if you want to make it
to the other side.

Let's go.

Before we go, Inspector,
can I ask you one question?

You have one question.

If I can put my hands
on Victor Valdek, alive,

would you take a chance
on my story?

That you were framed?

Right.

I might.

I can get him for you
in just about ten seconds.

If you don't get him now,
you never will.

You can walk behind me,
keep a g*n at my back.

Al right.

He's in there.

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Cassana.

He is not Cassana.

He is Victor Valdek.

Inspector,
what is this all about?

What are you doing here?

I thought
you were out of the city.

You said your mother was sick.

I got back last night.

My mother is fine.

It was a... a false alarm.

Is this the American
who k*lled El Presidente?

Never mind about that.

He says you're Victor Valdek.

How did you get in here?

I know the caretaker.

What does he mean, I'm Valdek?

Inspector,
passport with his picture,

but a phony name.

Let me see that.

Plane tickets
all the way to Albania.

And a picture of his wife.

Now do you believe me,
Inspector?

Send a couple of men up
for Count Boria.

And the major--
what's his name? Muller.

Oh, just one moment.

One moment.

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Valdek!

Valdek!

Give it up, Valdek!

You'll get your wife k*lled!

Is it bad?

No.

How's
yours?