08x08 - The Case of a Place Called Midnight

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(theme song playing)

(sings in foreign language)

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(audience cheers)

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(audience applauds)

What did they say your name is?

Fredric.

Oh, no, you don't seem
like any boy to me.

One "t" or two?

Isn't one enough?

Fredric, you said you have to go
to that party tonight,

I didn't expect you to...

And leave you all alone
to fight off the Swedish Navy?

No, sir.

Okay, Greta with one "t".

You know, they say things,
it means nothing.

Mm-hmm, sure, sure, and they
grab, and they pinch, and...

- If you knew their languages...
- No.

-I have to work, that's all.
- Mm-hmm.

I have always had to work.

Well, I'm sick of that, too.

Now about Koning?

Where do you put those dots?
Over the " ," or where?

You are crazy.

I asked you a question,
remember?

Yes, I'm Greta Koning.

Just plain me.

No dots.

Fredric, what is all this?

I want you to start writing
in triplicate, quadruplicate...

Oh, if you only knew
the red tape

we're going to have
to go through.

- Red tape?
- Yes, to get married.

Here, I want you to start
filling this one out first.

Marry you?

Oh, honey, honey...

I know I should have waited
for the right music,

or a cloud or a snow bank...

When I hear those guys
yelling in there like that...

It has only been three weeks.

So what?

And two days...

And one hour
and minutes.

You know nothing about me.

Your family knows...

Greta...

I love you.

Please, Fredric, don't.

Do you or...

or don't you?

Yes, yes.

Yes, I love you too, but...

WOMAN: I change my clothes now,
maybe, okay?

FRED:
Oh, I'm sorry. Hi, Helga.

GRETA: Oh, listen,
this is my last number, darling.

Please, wait for me in the bar.

Triplicate?

No, quad...quad...

(sighs)

(applause)

(hums the Wedding March)

Hi, kid.
What are you doing here?

Oh, nothing.

So love has finally come

to Fredric Ralston lll.

Ah, come on...

Say, I heard you were invited
to the Tiger's supper tonight.

Thought I'd stop by
and see if you needed a ride.

I'll be picking up
a car, so...

Well, I'm, I'm not going.
I phoned my regrets.

And what do you think your
father would say to that?

It just isn't done, kid.
Come on, pay for your drinks.

Now, wait a minute.
You're not my...

Where'd you...

Did you just see her?
Is that what you're doing here?

Yes, I had a word
with Greta, but then...

Why, you...

- Not here, kid, not here.
- What did you say to her?

Outside.

FRED: I said,
what did you say to her?

Nothing official, just curious,
that's all.

I wanted to meet
the pretty, little lady.

FRED:
Joe, if you used one word,

one word on Greta
like you used on me yesterday...

Okay, now take a poke at me!

You've got no business
to interfere with...

Maybe you're the one
needs the poke!

Needs wiping behind the ears.

No, I haven't got
anything on the girl,

but you're too green
to get mixed up

-with any blonde...
- Shut up!

- I warn you...
- No, I'll warn you, Fred.

MAN:
Excuse me, sir.

Captain Joseph Farrell, sir?

Yes, he is, and I'm Lieutenant
F.J. Ralston, O- ...

At ease, Sergeant.

The Lieutenant, here,
is a judo expert.

- He's been showing me...
- Yes, sir, but...

Don't interrupt an officer,
Sergeant.

I'm sorry, sir.
I understand, sir.

Well, in that case, you better
get back to your duty,

hadn't you, wherever that is.

That's all, Sergeant,
good night.

Captain Farrell, sir,
there's a motor pool driver

in the street, sir,
looking for the captain, sir.

He says if the Captain
will please contact

the Captain's office, sir,

it's important, sir, and that's
all I wanted to say, sir.

Oh.

Greta.

Greta...

Where is she?

Greta says chiefs of staff
are important people, no?

So go to party,
please, she says.

Bye-bye, okay?

But she's changed her clothes,
and her suitcase is gone.

She maybe phone you tomorrow,
she says.

Maybe next Monday, okay?

Where did she go?

Who knows?

I said...

where did she go?

Across the border, maybe?

She must run for train
is all she says.

The border? Well, which border?
The train to where?

To Mitternacht.
She take the train to Midnight.

If you want any eggs, Captain,

you'd better get down there
before...

Yes, sir?

No, that's all right, Colonel.

Yes.

Well, thanks anyway, Colonel.

Frankfort Security office. Not
one single word on Dr. Kleinman.

Well, the German police don't
have anything on it either.

Anyhow, the only good cook
goes off duty

in about two minutes.

Thanks anyway, Phil,

I'll have to wait
until the banks open in Geneva.

Until...
Oh, sure...Geneva.

Naturally.

Your work makes
so much sense sometimes.

I am an inchworm, Mr. Morton.

I chew up one useless bit
of gossip after the other

until finally I reach where?
First base?

Expose a great b*mb plot?

Save NATO
from the Martian Invasion?

(chuckles)

Now where do you think
this particular night's work

will take me?

Overage in grade,
that's what.

Once, just once,
have I been invited

to the chief of staff's house
and what happens?

Duty calls.
More silly rumors, more...

Oh, excuse me, sir,
that reminds me.

You wanted me to check up
on that Engineer,

Lieutenant Frederic Ralston?

He didn't get to the General's
party, either, sir.

Never did show up.

Oh, he didn't, huh?

No, sir, and he's still not back
at his BOQ yet.

Is that so?

Well, now that's a job

that is suited for my talents...

nursemaiding
irresponsible, young...

Oh, I don't think there's
anything wrong, sir.

He has got a couple
of days leave coming.

Oh.

Oh, and you, uh...

wanted me to check on
that local girlfriend of his,

calls herself Greta Koning?

- Let me see...
-(phone rings)

Farrell speaking.

Geneva? Yes, go ahead,
put it through.

Hallo, M'sieu?
Ici Capitaine Farrell.

Vous avez...

Oh, that's good.

He's in the bank now, eh?

Wait just a minute.

Señor Hernando Ramirez.

Yeah, that's the man.

How much did he...

What did you say?

Please, I cannot talk
any louder.

He's here,
that's all I can say.

He's back.
Yes, that's right.

But the rules of my bank
do not permit...

Excuse me, just a moment.

No, that's all right.

We have all we need.

Thank you very much.

What I started to say was,

the only interesting thing
about the girl...

Hang the girl.

Hang all lieutenants.

I've finally done it, Phil.

Yes, sir, I made a home run.

Wait a minute.
Where you going?

What'll I tell the colonel?

Tell him, uh... tell him

to cross his fingers
while I cross the border.

Which border? Where?

A place called Mitternacht.

Mitternacht?

You're even in worse shape
than I am, old buddy,

and it's only : --
in the morning.

No, no, no, no.

It is a place.

Hair of the dog--
that's what you need.

There is a lake there--
a deep lake.

Where?

I just told you.

Alan, you are the one
who lives here, not me.

Don't you know
where Mitternacht is?

Senor Ramirez, I am merely
a prisoner here in Switzerland.

A tragic victim of taxation.

We will look at the road map
in your car.

It is only just
over the border, I think.

We will trim the fuzz
off your eyeballs.

- Ah.
- But you promised

to drive me
wherever I wanted to go.

Garçon. Garçon.

We will stop along the road
perhaps for a drink.

Huh? Come on. Come.

I don't like borders.

If I go south, I meet that
Italian countess with the tic,

and if I go north,
I meet her German husband.

Hey, you remember
the Danish girl the other night?

Why don't we call her?

Please.

Please, my friend, listen to me.

Will you listen, please?

Oh, garçon, deux Cognac.

No, no, make it quatre.

Uh, doubler.

(laughing)

It is urgent that I get
to the meeting on time.

Meeting?

With Dr. Kleinman.

Who?

At Mitternacht.

Kleinman, Kleinman.

That scientist
you introduced me to

at the party in Avion.

Don't you understand?

Avion-- that's where the hostess

lost her contact lenses
in the swimming pool.

- Why don't we call her?
- Alan.

Don't you ever think of money?

Oh, please.

Ah, yes.

Yes, I know, I know.

For you, an artist,
a famous movie star,

life has deeper meanings,

but I am only a poor businessman
from Argentina.

I must work for a living.

And a miserable salary
my company pays me

for buying machinery that...

Of course. Of course.

Pay the man, will you, old chap?

Give me that! How dare you!

Please.

Please, my friend.

Please, Alan.

, , , ,

, .

So that's what you
were doing in the bank.

You've stolen
your company's funds.

No wonder you were so eager
to get out of Geneva.

Of all the...

No. No.

I only borrowed that money.

Please believe me, Alan.
Please.

It is only a loan
to make me rich, too.

Really, old chap?

Alan, Alan, please.

Please help me.

Don't you understand?

In Mitternacht, I can turn

those paltry francs
into a million dollars.

Perhaps...
perhaps even $ million.

Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry, baby.

Maybe some other time.

Well, don't just sit there,
old buddy.

Let's go.

(Alan laughing)

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What time did you
tell them, Max?

Zwanzig Uhr.

Will it be dark by then?

Ja, Herr Doktor.

You're sure, Max?

Ja, sure, Herr Doktor.

What about the diving gear?

I have it.

The local official,
the police inspector.

A fool, Herr Doktor.

Nothing but a fool.

Now, why don't you relax, eh?

How can I?

Ten years I wasted
in these lakes.

One failure after another.

My whole career as a scientist
leading to what?

To this?

I just wish it were over, Max.

That's all.

(airplane engine
buzzing overhead)

Soon, Dr. Kleinman.

Soon, it will be.

Is this the lake?

Stewardess!

(flight attendant
speaking German)

(speaking French)

Fasten your seat belts,
if you please.

Well, why didn't you say so?

I just did.

Stewardess.

Yes, sir, it is Mitternacht.

I just said that, too.

Well, then why...?
Oh, never mind.

Never mind.

The air is bumpy for landing.

Please.

I just said it
in three languages.

All right, all right,
all right, all right.

Drop something?

Thank you. I...

Uh, thank you very much.

Say, you're an American,
aren't you?

If you please, Mr. Appleton.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Welcome to Mitternacht.

Mitternacht.

Lake of midnight.

That is always the difficulty,
gentlemen.

The great depth, the rocks,

the blackness down there
even in the daytime.

Hey, there's his light.

It is gone again.

The n*zi government picked well
its hiding places.

But you can go down there
with the bell, can't you?

And when you bring
the diving barge up the lake,

it should be no trou...

Thar she blows.

Take the line from him.

- Put it on the winch.
-I got it.

Here, give me a hand,
and I'll...

Qu'est ce que c'est qu'il a.

Softly, gentlemen.

Voices carry on the lake.

What did you find?

- What is there?
- Ja. Ja.

Same-- same as your photographs,
Herr Doktor.

Good.

The big containers,
I cannot move.

Here it is!

Look out. Look out.
It's heavy.

There is a chisel on deck.

- Get it.
-I have it, monsieur.

I will do this.

Copper, I guess.

What do you suppose
is in there, Doc?

h*tler's garters?

Alan, please.

You are only here
because you are my friend.

Oh, come on.
I just think it's silly

for a bunch of grown men
to run around a strange country

on a treasure hunt
risking our neck...

Wait a minute.

Suppose it's h*tler's
moustache cup

and some pictures of Eva Braun.

(Alan laughs)

- Here, here, let me.
- Good!

- Good.
-I know metals.

My company in Argentina
manufactures...

Give me the chisel, please.

Gold, senors.

Solid gold.

What are we stopping for?

Aren't we going back
to the hotel now?

Are you sure, Max?

Are you sure it's the same man?

Ja, it is him.

Who?

Gentlemen,
when I called this meeting,

I told you we must hurry.

That there are others
who seek the hidden n*zi.

You mean him,
that man sitting at the table?

Well, he was on the plane
with me today.

Oh, mais non, monsieur.

I suppose you open
your big American mouth.

KLEINMAN:
No, no.

It's the man he is with.

Ja, it's the younger one.

His name is Ralston.

A lieutenant.

Corps of Engineers.

United States Army.

Yes, Herr Doktor.

The lieutenant is staying here.

A quite nice young man, I think.

Of course, naturally.

He only came to see the girl,
I think-- to see my niece.

Yes, yes, he would say
something like that.

But, Madame Jurgen,
this, uh, Ralston

has been here before, no?

Yes.

Almost, uh, three weeks ago.

He was here for several days
that time.

Why?

What was he doing then?

Surveying.

He had a party of soldiers.

Surveying? Surveying what?

Really, I wouldn't know, sir.

They spent their time
with instruments

along the shores of the lake.

(indistinct whispering)

A lieutenant.

Ah.

- Look.
- Oh, Lordy, I tell you,

gentlemen, it's one thing
to... you know,

getting in trouble
with foreigners,

but the National Secrets Act...

Fermez la bouche, idiot.

RAMIREZ:
They are finding it, too.

APPLETON:
"Full cooperation

"between American
and German governments

"for immediate exploration

"of lake bottom
at sites indicated

as soon as local permission
could be obtained."”

Oh, Lordy.

What are we going to do?

Hey, listen to what
those n*zi pirates

tried to stash away
for themselves.

"Collection
of crown jewels from..."

And pound notes.

million,
plus the plates to make more.

And, old buddy, I want you
to see these paintings.

Just look.

There is only one answer,
gentlemen.

We must start tonight.

But the diving bell
isn't here yet.

KLEINMAN:
I can bribe the local officials.

They will help stall
for a day or two.

But that means cash, gentlemen.

Checks on your home banks.

Every penny, every franc,
every dollar

-that you can possibly...
- Shh!

You said
the girl would keep him away.

Quickly!

Hurry!

Not out there!
Here, this way.

You can separate.

Get away through the garden.

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Excuse me.
Have seen a young man...?

Excuse me, sir.

You-you are Mr. Mason?

Yes. You're Greta Koning,
I'm sure.

Ja, herr Advokat.

How do you do?

How do you do, Miss Koning?

I was confident it was you.

He told me how pretty you were.

I was looking for Fredric.

He told me
he had to come to see you.

That's why I left him.

Fred left
no more than ten minutes ago.

Here, please sit down.

No, no, no. I really must...

You are a very busy man,
Mr. Mason.

No, no, I have plenty of time.

And we're both interested
in the truth now, aren't we?

Truth?

Well, you know I'm a lawyer.

It should be obvious
what I'm doing here.

Fredric only said that...

MASON:
To ease your mind, Greta.

This is not
an impersonal assignment.

I'm also a friend
of Fredric's family.

I was preparing
to take a plane home from Paris

when his father called to ask

if I'd mind saying hello
to Fred before I left.

His roommate at the base said
I'd find him here, so...

You have come to see about me.

Greta...

Fred's family is very important.

Sometimes
they're quite old-fashioned,

but they're also
very nice people.

I-I do not have a family.

Oh?

I understood
that you had an aunt here.

Well, the important thing is,

my visit's mostly
helpful nonsense.

Uh, non...?

MASON:
Nonsense.

Fred's family can't believe

how-how much good
the Army's done him.

Kept him out of trouble.

And I can see that
it's improved his judgment.

You should have heard that boy
rave about you.

If the stationmaster hadn't
found him with the telegram...

You possibly don't know

that the remainder of his leave
has been canceled,

but I'm sure
Fred has plans for...

Where did he go?
What did he say?

MASON: We went to his hotel
for a few minutes to pack.

He had a few choice words

to say about,
uh, some so-and-so.

His commanding officer,
I suppose.

No, no, no.

Excuse me. I'm sorry...

Here, Greta. Greta, wait!

Wait!

Fredric! Fredric!

Fred... Oh.

(crying):
Oh.

GRETA:
Oh.

It's Joe.

Fred. Frederic.

It's Captain Farrell.

Frederic.

GRETA:
Oh.

MAN:
Is he dead?

Get your hands up!

Stand still, you!

Please.

Why should I do that?

I am only the police.

Duval, Inspector.

D-u-v-a-l.

I am here for the air,
the mountain air.

That is all.
A vacation trip.

That's right.

You ought to see this Frenchman
exercise out in the garden.

You gentlemen are here together?

No, no, monsieur.
We are not together.

I never met him before.

I am alone.

I don't know anyone here.

And I was only out for a walk.

He runs around out there
all the time.

Inspector, if you'd just get

some more
of your men outside again.

I mean, somebody had
to hear or see something!

It's been over an hour
and a half since you've...

Of course, of course.

We shall continue to cooperate.

Don't continue
looking at me, Oskar Hurt.

I told you,
I was listening to symphony.

I did not leave my room
all evening.

Inspector, this, uh,
Franz Kleinman, Ph.D.,

who's registered...

No, no, Mr. Mason.

He's a very distinguished
scientist.

Yes, I've heard

of Dr. Kleinman's
diving bell experiments, but...

Oh, then you agree
that the foreign guests

we still can't locate
might be more interesting.

Now, that South American,
for instance-- he...

-(phone ringing)
- Oh, excuse me.

What about your call
to the American consul?

HURT:
Yes?

I can't get anybody.

The operator says
the lines are all tied up.

HURT:
Good.

When I tried Heidelburg,
or Joe's headquarters, nothing.

Gentlemen, I think
we've done about enough here.

Now, if you would care to come
down to my house, Lieutenant,

it's my office, too, you see.

Look, I walked into my room,
there'd been a fight.

Joe was lying there
on the floor,

but I heard something
outside, and I...

Yes, yes, but unfortunately,
none of these other good people

can corroborate
this story, so...

Inspector, do you even know yet
what k*lled Captain Farrell?

Well, the doctor reports
he recovered the b*llet.

It was fired from the captain's
own g*n, I'm sure.

The one you were holding
in your hand.

But when I heard
the noise outside,

I picked the g*n up off the
floor and went for the window.

Of course,

it's all quite clear now.

And I'm sure
you would find my house

extremely comfortable,
Lieutenant.

Inspector, I realize

that we are in your country,
not ours,

but an American officer
has been k*lled.

Until his headquarters,

until American authorities
have been properly notified...

HURT: Now, Mr. Mason, we're not
as backward as all that.

I have just been informed
over the phone

that the American Army
authorities want to see him.

They are at my house already.

Lieutenant, after you.

I'm sorry, Mason.

Since we seem to be dealing
with classified material here...

But you can't be holding
the lieutenant.

There have been no charges.

I really don't know what
we're doing here yet.

Local police, however, seem only
too anxious to please, so...

Can you tell me exactly

what Captain Joe Farrell
was doing in Mitternacht?

COLONEL: Well, the case
he'd been working on,

apparently, involved the theft
of some material

from Army files
several years back.

What sort of material?

Data, perhaps, on treasures

that may once have been hidden
by the Nazis?

Mason, you weren't supposed to
look at those papers in there.

But the police claim

that those papers were found
in Fred Ralston's luggage.

Now, Fred knows nothing
about it.

He's never seen the papers.

When the time comes
that Ralston needs a lawyer,

he can request civilian counsel.

All right, I understand.

In the meantime,
the major in there is qualified

to go through
those papers, so...

Of course.

And I'm an annoyance.

All right, I'll go.

Uh, Mason?

If there's anything
that I can do for you,

of course, please let me know.

What do you mean?

Well, unfortunately,

the captain and the lieutenant
have had trouble before.

An MP sergeant
in Germany reported

their fighting in an alley
only last night.

Just today,
when the captain discovered

the lieutenant was
in Mitternacht,

he requested
and got cancellation

of the lieutenant's leave.

Somehow, the local police seem
to get on to things like this.

But since I have no more real
authority here than you, I...

You're afraid you'll never find
Joe Farrell's k*ller.

Excuse me, sir. The Major.

I'm coming.

I'm only investigating him,
Mason.

That's all I can tell you.
Good night.

What are they going
to do to him?

I don't know, Greta.

(door opens and closes)

They, uh...

They speak about me in there?

About how maybe
Captain Farrell thought

I'm not good enough for Fredric?

No.

I will show you
to your hotel now.

I can find my way.

Unless, of course,

you want to tell me
something more about yourself.

What?

No. Oh, no.

Thank you.

Good night, Mr. Mason.

(lively music and chatter)

Hey, you there!
Hey, honey.

Give me some more
of that lager thing.

You know, that-that bock stuff.

Oh, you know what I mean.

Mr. Appleton, isn't it?

Oh, Mr. Mason,
am I glad to see you!

Frank Appleton, sir, from Omaha.

Why, uh, uh, somebody says
you're an attorney.

That's right.

Well, come right over here.

Come over here.
Sit down. Sit down.

Say, they can't hold
an American citizen, can they?

Oh, yes, they can, my friend.

This is Alan Durfee.

I guess you've seen him
in the movies plenty of times.

Well, not recently, but
how do you do, Mr. Durfee?

Not recently?

(chuckles)

There's a masterpiece
of understatement.

Mason, he's Swiss,
so it's different for him,

but don't we have it
in our Constitution...?

You know what
the trouble is, Mason?

They don't make good pictures
anymore.

Nobody wants
to give an actor a break.

Oh, sure, sure,
I read lots of scripts.

But you know
what the trouble is?

The words--

they get in between the star
and his public.

Durfee, please!

I want to ask him
about real life!

And then there are those
so-called directors.

(Durfee chuckles)

What's wrong, Mr. Appleton?

Did the police tell you not
to leave Mitternacht?

We have our rights, don't we?

No matter how much evidence
these foreigners need

against some k*ller
that they've caught.

Now, I'm on a business trip!

Or is he afraid
they'll find the g*n he carries

-with him?
- The what?

Oh, Lordy, well...

Well, I-I meant to explain that
on the plane.

You see, in-in my business,

I carry a little money
sometimes, and...

I wouldn't call $ , little,
would you, Mason?

This is, uh, Colonel Owens,
gentlemen.

You're Appleton, I take it.

APPLETON:
Huh?

A customs report,
but never mind that.

I'm only curious about whether
you've spent it yet or not.

Really, I fail to...

COLONEL:
There's another man

that may have brought some money
into the country.

His name is Ramirez.
An Argentine.

Money for what, Colonel?

There's been
some declassification.

Most of the papers

in that envelope
were pure fraud, forgeries.

MASON: You mean I'm now free
to talk about the, uh...?

The n*zi treasure
at the bottom of the lake, yes.

Well, I knew that Fred Ralston
previously came here

to survey for some international

power project, so...

Well, look, what, um...?

What are you two talking, uh...?

It's still one of the neatest
confidence stunts

I've ever seen in my life.

Complete swindle
from beginning to end.

That's what Captain Farrell
was getting onto, apparently.

Confidence? Swindle?

Colonel, you're hoping that one
of these rich American gentlemen

will tell you more about this?

Exactly.

Please, gentlemen.
There's no time to waste.

Now, I don't understand.

Mason, I resent
that rich American stuff.

I'll let you in on a secret.

What the Internal Revenue didn't
get from me, my ex-wife did.

(Durfee laughs)

So if you think I have $ ,

to run around and invest,
well, I...

Well, you have no business
asking about our private...

Oh, come off it. It's a crisis!

But don't think

I didn't get into the action,
'cause I did.

You know this fellow,
uh, Kleinman,

and his buddy, Max?

They got everything.

You understand that, Mason?

They even got my car.

They're gone.

(airplane flies over)

Inspector!

Yeah, Kleinman, the herr doctor.

It was his man Max I spoke to.

He had a license;
I didn't do anything wrong.

You rented him a plane?

When? When did they take off?

Please, Inspector,

I don't remember exactly.

It was,
when I hear the plane leave,

maybe : ,
maybe : last evening?

So, now they could be
across ten borders,

even an iron one.

I thought the good doctor
was honest.

We looked for him.

What else could we have done?

Tante, why...

Why won't you talk to me?

Senors, when the ship
has already sunk,

there is only one thing to do.

Yeah, that's the stuff,
old buddy.

♪ Rocked in the cradle
of the deep &

Yeah, you can make jokes.

You may at least
get your car back.

But monsieur, my wife, oh...

When she hears what has happened
to her , francs...

Shut up, all of you.

What are they doing over there?

Play, Mr. Appleton.

Do as I tell you. Play.

Over half a million dollars
they got away with.

Still no report on the plane?

All right, all right,
that's enough.

Gentlemen,
it's all quite clear now.

The suckers, as you call them,
finally agree.

They were
in the Lieutenant's room

they heard someone coming,

Madame Jurgen let them out
to separate,

scatter through the garden.

She's given you false
information before, hasn't she?

She was bribed by Kleinman
to open the doors.

They all saw it.

And that report on Greta Koning

your warrant officer
gave to Captain Farrell

said that her aunt was once
involved in a passport ring.

Yes, yes, ancient history.

My own people I know, Mr. Mason.

Like Dr. Kleinman,
your distinguished scientist.

He and Madame Jurgen
were not good friends,

They weren't even acquainted,
I'm sure of that.

The point is, my dear Colonel,

that our suckers then found
Dr. Kleinman at his boat,

where they emptied even more
of their pockets to him.

After which, as we saw,

some of them showed up here,

some went other places.

And during that time,
Captain Farrell was m*rder*d.

MASON:
By Kleinman or Max, perhaps.

After all, it was their swindle

that Farrell was ready
to expose.

Before going to the boat,

Kleinman or Max could have
come back to the room.

Perhaps it was
Lieutenant Ralston's swindle.

Who knows?

Well, I know.

Listen, Inspector, your...

Now, he's been
in adventures before.

The evidence still points
to his pulling that trigger.

Now, Dr. Kleinman may have
been poor and desperate,

but he is not a man of v*olence.

MASON: But to say
that Fredric Ralston is...

Quiet, Mason.

I think Inspector Hurt wants
to make a deal.

Oh, Colonel, please.

Such a word.

Now, you know,
when you have newspapers,

the minister of police,
a whole village,

the government,
all clamoring, why,

I merely suggested you take
the Lieutenant back quickly.

Look, if one American
kills another American,

would you say
that that's your problem?

Take him back to Germany.

Then do what?
Charge him with m*rder?

Oh, please, no.

Make him a general,
I don't care.

MASON: We can't leave this
hanging over his head.

Otherwise what?

Well, with our laws
and the evidence,

I have to put him in jail;
I have no alternative.

Where he'd stay, I suppose,
until you find Kleinman or Max?

While the diplomats argue,

while you try to learn
the truth,

which may be never?

Colonel, if you could arrange

for a little more time
for us to...

I think I'd better grab
what I can.

Greta?

Great, would you
come over here, please,

and bring us some more coffee?

My dear friend,
there isn't even that much time.

You're so knee-deep
in foreigners,

you overlook the obvious.

Suppose someone right here
also made a dupe out of Ralston.

Here you are, sir.

It's quite easy
to lead an ardent young man

around by the nose,
isn't it, Greta?

I really don't...

Mr. Mason, this young lady has
lived here several years.

-I have known her...
- Have you?

I understand Captain Farrell
also knew her,

and he thought differently.

Greta, who told you to come
to Mitternacht?

Who deceived Fredric
into coming here?

Please, sir, I really don't...

It was that top secret envelope

and Frederic's presence
in Mitternacht

that convinced the suckers,
am I correct, Greta?

Now, tell us,

who put the envelope
into Fredric's luggage?

Mason, I have already asked...

Ouch!

Oh, excuse me.

Well, Greta?

He knew nothing about it.

Yes, I brought him here.

It was Dr. Kleinman
who told me to.

I'm sorry.

Yes, yes, yes,

I did put that envelope there!

I did it! I did it!

Mr. Mason, why...

Why did you want more time?

To send divers
down into that lake again.

Treasure or not,

let's find out
what's down there.

Well, this isn't even the same
place

they found the gold, is it?

Surely they weren't
tied up to the pier then.

Those bars of gold
must have been expensive.

In our country
it's called salting the mine.

Oldest trick there is.

But the boat
was here later, Colonel.

When the suckers came down
to pay Kleinman their money.

Haul it.

Haul the line.

COLONEL:
It's Dr. Kleinman.

I had an idea Max was alone
in that plane.

The body's been weighted.

Look at the back of the head.

Inspector.

Yes, gentlemen,

two murders.

Your man is free now.

Excuse me.

Aah!

Here you are.

Why did you do it?

Why didn't you say something?

- Why didn't you tell them...
- Oh, you little fool.

Here, get out of here quickly.

Why didn't...

Do you want him to k*ll you?

I didn't know what I was doing,
how it could hurt you.

I didn't know
how much you cared for the boy.

Please tell them the truth,
please.

I will, I will,
but you-you get out of here.

Run, I tell you.

Before he kills you! Run!

(g*nsh*t)

It's all right.

I'm all right.

Get away from her.

Don't you touch her.

Get away from her!

Get away!

MASON:
Greta, stop it!

Control yourself.

I hit him;
lam sure I've hit him.

Over there.

What's the matter?

Too much pressure for you?

Nerves finally give out?

Two murders
and a half a million dollars?

I assume you have the money
with you?

A critic.

There's always
got to be a critic.

(hysterical laughter)

(train whistle blows)

Now don't blame
the aunt too much.

Durfee threatened to k*ll her

if she ever mentioned his name.

That's what bothered me,

she was frightened
after Kleinman was gone.

Did you know it was Mr. Durfee

who was behind
this whole swindle, I mean?

Behind Dr. Kleinman and Max?

Well, why was
Durfee allowed in on it

when he wasn't a real investor?

Senor Ramirez also told me

it was Durfee
who introduced him to Kleinman.

And then when Durfee alone
among the so-called "suckers”

was suddenly willing to admit
there was a swindle,

point a finger toward a getaway

that he knew Max
had already accomplished,

yes, I'd say that...

MASON:
Going somewhere, Greta?

Oh, Mr. Mason...

Without a valid passport, too,
I imagine.

My aunt is not even
really my aunt.

She took me in when I was .
Took care of me.

- Here, let me take that.
- No.

It's not a valid passport.

She only fixed it

so I could go to work,

to Germany where they had jobs,
that's all.

Please, Mr. Mason,
after all I have done...

Greta, you did nothing
I didn't force you into.

But I had been stupid enough

to let my aunt use me.

You see, I knew it had to be her

who really put this envelope
in Fredric's luggage...

(train whistle blows)

Greta...

Greta, who are you, really?

I don't know.

I don't...

even have a name.

There are lots of ones
like me from the w*r who...

Mr. Mason,

this is why I was so upset

when Fredric
talked about marriage.

You see, I...

I am not good enough for him.

I am not.

Of course not.

You were only willing
to give him up forever,

gamble on going to jail,

gamble on being k*lled

by pretending you knew things
you didn't.

You know, there's a good way
to solve the name problem.

Explain it to her,
will you, Fred?

♪♪

Mr. Mason,

I think I have an interesting
case to talk to you about.

Inspector.

(theme song playing)