Thriller. While holidaying in the south of France prior to World War II, an Austrian medical student is wrongly accused of spying and must clear his name.
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Another drink before lunch, Skelton?
Major, anything to improve Anglo-American relations. I spent most of my life in India.
WOMAN SINGS ROMANTIC FRENCH SONG
Why did you do that? I was enjoying it.
-It bores me.
-You were singing it.
-Why not be sentimental on our honeymoon?
Oh, yes, of course, our honeymoon.
You ought to know.
Come on. I'll buy you champagne for lunch.
There's an article here about the Australian Aborigines.
They catch their fish with some kind of wooden harpoon.
There's nothing wrong with my method.
YOU disturbed the fish. This has got to stop.
Day after day, as soon as I am about to catch a fish, you come by, paddling!
Thank you. That was perfect.
-We're only too glad. Now perhaps you'd take one of me by myself?
-Sorry, that was my last film.
< Mr Vadassy, will you be long?
-I'm sorry, I couldn't miss those two. It's my last film.
-Yesterday, it was lizards for your last film.
-There must be something wrong with me.
-No, you're not such a good model.
-You can't stand still.
-Because my hair gets in my eyes.
-Why do you want hair?
-I'm terribly sorry.
-Let's go fishing this afternoon.
-I'd love that.
-Good. I must run to the village. I left my negatives to be developed.
-You'll miss lunch.
-Is anything wrong, madame?
-How many times have I told you to decant one bottle at a time?
Now, don't let it happen again!
-I'm glad my guests are punctual for their meal.
-You set a good example. Always first to arrive.
-And last to leave.
..Morning, Major. Having fun? Rather, dear lady.
-..Madame. What have you been doing, M Duclos?
I've had a discussion on marine biology with our fisherman friend.
He has a theory that the whale is not a fish but a mammal. A mammal, I ask you!
You have so many interests, M Duclos.
-Fools talk and wise men listen, eh, M Vogel? M Duclos needs a gag.
-Ssh! Andre, he will hear you.
I don't care if he does. ..Albert!
-Take this wine away. Champagne and ice, quickly.
-You heard. ..Cru '28, isn't it?
-..Bring a bottle at once.
-Ah, Miss...? Have you been fishing?
-No, I'm going later with Mr Vadassy.
-Monsieur, pleasant morning?
-Yes, the Major and I discussed politics.
Politics? Yes, of course we have. I still don't understand what a republican is.
Don't bother, Major, no-one does.
The same applies to the porpoise.
Everyone knows a porpoise is a fish.
No, they come inshore to breed. And stay at the best hotels(!)
I'm serious. In subtropical waters, the shallows are full of them. Impossible!
It's a biological fact. I don't believe in facts.
Mankind is nature's supreme achievement.
What have you done with your young man, Miss Skelton? Mr Vadassy? He's not MY young man.
I never set eyes on him till yesterday. My wife is a great matchmaker!
He has betrayed me for a lizard. Her hair doesn't get in her eyes. < Lizard?
He spent yesterday afternoon taking her portrait. He's gone for the photographs, so he's late for lunch.
At the Hotel Reserve, one is never late for lunch. I will speak to Mr Vadassy.
-That roll of film I brought in, can I have it at once?
-It's not ready yet.
-Not ready? But you said you'd have it this morning. It shouldn't take all that time.
-When will it be ready?
-It's not ready yet.
-You haven't damaged the negative?
-I wouldn't like anything to happen to it.
-Oh, no, monsieur.
-If you'd be good enough to give me your name and address, I'll send the boy with it.
-No, I'll call again.
-It's no trouble. Your name and address, please.
-Peter Vadassy. Hotel Reserve.
Hotel...Reserve... It shall be sent round as soon as it's ready.
-I must ask you to accompany me to the police station.
-A slight passport formality.
-My passport is at the hotel. All my papers are in order.
-I don't understand.
-Your identity card?
-I left it at the hotel.
-Scarcely a profession.
-I teach languages.
-You have a permit?
-Give it to me.
-If it were necessary to have a permit to bathe, I might have it on me(!)
-Don't be flippant!
KNOCK ON DOOR Come in!
-I don't carry my passport everywhere either.
We have your passport here. And all your other papers.
Have you any other professions besides the two you mentioned? Or other nationalities?
This is absurd. My father was Austrian. My mother was French. I left Austria before Hitler came in.
In another two days, I shall become a French citizen. I passed my final medical examination three weeks ago.
-Back in Paris, I shall be assistant house surgeon at my hospital.
-And your other activities?
I was only teaching to pay my way through medical school.
It's always been my ambition to be a surgeon and a Frenchman.
-Teaching languages was my only means.
-Your sentiments do you the greatest credit.
Thank you. ..Now, please, may I go?
-You are a photographer?
-It's my hobby.
-How many cameras do you have?
-One. I can't see why...
-You're here to answer questions, not to ask them!
You say you have one camera.
-What make is it?
That IS my camera.
Were these photographs taken by that camera?
Yes, those are mine. I took those yesterday afternoon. The light was good.
-Contax is an expensive make. How much did you pay for it?
A lot of money for a teacher of languages.
-Photography is an expensive hobby.
-I saved to buy that camera, just as I saved for this holiday.
-It's the first one I've had in five years.
-I have my rights.
Your rights as what? A stateless citizen? A doctor without a practice? A teacher of languages?
Perhaps as an amateur photographer?
Why pretend any longer, Vadassy?
-I've got nothing to pretend about.
-You took these photographs?
-I've said so.
Good. We will examine them together.
JUDGE: On the desk, here.
Take a look.
lizards...nothing but lizards.
Come on, Vadassy, don't trouble to look surprised.
Curious lizards, eh, Vadassy?
-I don't understand.
-You know that is an excellent photograph of the new fortifications outside of Toulon.
I suppose you'll say you've never been to Toulon.
-Yes, I spent two hours in Toulon yesterday. But I left my camera in my bag at the station.
But I was only there a couple of hours.
Peter Vadassy, you are charged with espionage,
with taking photographs calculated to endanger the safety of the French Republic.
What's the charge? Espionage. That's why the chief of naval intelligence is here.
Exactly. That's the way it goes. That's the way it goes, my friend.
-Why did you admit taking those photographs?
-I took all except the first ten.
-How do you explain that?
-The spool must've been changed.
-I haven't the faintest idea.
My camera never left my suitcase until I photographed the lizards.
-Do you recognise this?
-Examine it closely.
-Do you find anything curious about it?
-It's exactly as I left it at the hotel.
Then why does your insurance policy give the the serial number as F2372?
But this isn't MY camera! This is Z44738.
Why were my photographs on that negative?
The Toulon exposures were made before you photographed your stupid lizards. The cameras were changed.
-Then why do you keep me here?
-You were in possession of photographs calculated to endanger France.
You face a long term of imprisonment, deportation and your naturalisation papers will not be granted.
-France will lose an undistinguished citizen and the Third Reich will gain one.
-This is grossly unjust.
-You know I am innocent.
Vadassy, there are ten guests at the hotel and Madame Koche.
The guilty one has your camera - a Contax identical to that.
It is impossible for us to arrest the entire hotel and search everyone.
-Inquiries must be made by someone whose presence would arouse no suspicion.
-I see what you mean.
Yes. It's a pity for both of us that you're the only person who can help.
-Beghin, is the name. Michel Beghin.
-But I've got to return on Saturday to Paris.
-You will remain at the hotel till you're permitted to leave.
If you try to leave, you'll be re-arrested,
you'll be deported straightaway to Vienna
and your dossier will be handed to the police there.
Get this into your head - the quicker you find out who took those photographs, the better for you.
Don't try any tricks. Don't write any letters.
If you do, imprisonment...
deportation and the Gestapo.
Here is a list I made out for you.
Your fellow guests. Take it!
-M Vadassy, you are back! Nothing serious, I hope. The police were here before lunch.
Just a ridiculous mistake about my passport. However, they apologised.
I apologise to you for having missed lunch. You know what the police are.
-They took a long time to clear up such a small matter.
-There was a delay in getting through to Paris.
I thought the police had priority, but you can never trust the telephone.
-Anyway, I'm back now. That's the main thing.
-M Vadassy, when are you leaving?
-We had agreed Saturday morning.
-Oh, yes, the day after tomorrow.
The weather's so splendid, I might stay on a day or two.
-Oh, I'm afraid...
-If the police have no objection and if you have a room.
I'll see what can be arranged.
Hello. Remember me?
-Oh, yes, of course.
-The girl by the boat you photographed this morning.
Where have you been all afternoon? A date with a lizard, I suppose.
-You did have a date with me to go fishing.
-Aren't you well?
I've got a headache. A touch of the sun. I think I'll go and lie down.
-Is there anything I can do?
-Shall we see you for dinner?
-Yes. I'll play you billiards afterwards.
-I'd love to.
-I'll look forward to it. Now I'll go to my room.
'The quicker you find out who took those photographs, the better for you.
'Don't try any tricks and don't write any letters.
'If you do, imprisonment, deportation, the Gestapo.'
He misses his lunch, now he misses his dinner. I cannot understand it.
Everybody isn't like you, Walter. ..In Sweden last year, he never stopped eating!
I didn't want to die of cold and starvation.
They have very interesting fish in northern waters. I can well imagine it.
Harpooning whales all day! And fighting Eskimos for FISH blubber.
For the last time, a whale is NOT a fish.
Ladies and gentlemen, I appeal to...
Vadassy, good evening.
-I beg your pardon, madame. I'm afraid I'm late.
-Not at all.
Hello, there. So, there you are!
-Good evening. Where have you been all day, monsieur? We missed you.
I went down to the village and... it was such a glorious day, I forgot the time.
-I walked along the coast, over the cliffs.
-Which way did you go?
Not very far. Well, quite a long way. No, thank you, nothing to eat.
You're not eating anything, M Vadassy?
-No, I've got a headache. A touch of the sun.
-A touch of the sun? You must be careful.
-How about a drink, Vadassy? ..Albert, a glass for M Vadassy.
-No, thanks. I'm perfectly all right.
-I never drink champagne.
-Nonsense! You look half-dead. ..Doesn't he, my pet?
-M Vadassy looks charming.
-But champagne is good for everyone.
-Take it over, Albert.
I stick always to beer. I can only drink it with sugar.
Vadassy, be a man. ..Odette, drink up. We've only got one honeymoon. Vadassy, you are not drinking
I'd rather not, if you don't mind.
-Perhaps Herr Schimler would like my glass.
-Yes. Take it over to him.
-Sir, there is no Herr Schimler here.
-He's sitting over there.
-Oh, you mean M Heinberger?
-Yes. It's M Heinberger.
I'm sorry. I'm...a bit confused.
-Is your head really bad?
-I don't think so. I'm perfectly all right.
-Are you sure?
-Perhaps I do feel a bit...queer.
-Every minute is important.
-I'll try again in the morning, Emil.
But I'm afraid it's useless.
You must keep trying for me. I must know what has happened.
-I must know what I have to do.
-There's nothing you can do, Emil. Haven't we done all we can?
Month after month of waiting and planning, and now this has to happen.
-There is so little time.
-Look, I promise I'll try again in the morning.
There's nothing we can do tonight.
-What was that?
-Wait. I'll see.
M Vadassy, is there anything wrong?
Nothing, madame. I couldn't sleep. I came to look for a book.
I'm going back to my room. I'm sorry I disturbed you.
There we are, monsieur. Coffee. Milk.
Croissant. Fresh this morning.
Good morning, Monsieur Vadassy. You are down early.
-Do you feel better today?
-Yes, thank you.
-Have you been here before?
-A medical student doesn't have much spare time.
-My son-in-law is a doctor in Zurich.
-Show him the photographs, Liebchen. ..You're interested, M Vadassy?
This is my daughter. And this is our grandson. You wouldn't believe I was a grandmother, would you?
He's such a dear, little boy. That's Ernst, the doctor. And this is their house.
-With the little dog. You know Switzerland?
-No. Do you always take photographs?
-Yes, I have an album for each holiday.
-Were these taken with a half-plate camera?
-Have you any other cameras?
-Oh, yes. I have always been fond of photography.
-Have you got them with you?
-No, they're in Zurich. You must visit us.
-Yes, I'd like to.
What a glorious morning. What a deuce of an appetite I've got!
What I wouldn't give for an English breakfast!
I wonder if the chef could make porridge? Vadassy, how are you?
-I'm all right, thank you.
-Had your breakfast already?
-Are you following me?
I find it very fatiguing. And this suit is very hot.
-Why do you wear it? Have you been to a funeral?
-Four months ago, my mother. She had stones.
Thank you. I would like to have a grenadine.
-Waiter, grenadine for this gentleman.
-And for you?
-Nothing, thank you.
I'm going to telephone M Beghin from that box. Stay here and enjoy your drink. He told me to telephone him.
-But it is my duty to come too.
-But there isn't room for two in a telephone box.
But you cannot bribe the honour of a French policeman with a glass of grenadine.
All right, move your chair that way and you'll be able to watch me.
-Any news about the camera?
-Then why are you bothering me?
-I've discovered something.
The German, Emil Schimler, is calling himself Paul Heinberger.
I heard him talking to Madame Koche last night. I think he's the spy.
-Are you insane?
-Well, I thought it might be a clue.
I didn't ask you to play detective.
I asked you to find out which of the guests had cameras. Find out!
Miss Skelton, come and have a look at this.
Over there. What's the matter? It's Mr Asticot.
He looks as though he's drowning.
Give me those. Who's drowning? Take my binoculars.
He's been caught by an octopus. It must be a shark.
Poor chap! Give me those. No!
It is a gigantic shark. Oh, I say!
What's going on? Asticot. All is over. What happened?
Is he drowning? Eaten by a shark. No, it's not a shark!
He's made a wonderful catch. He's lost it.
No, he hasn't. It's dragging him under.
He's got it! It's a giant.
-Have I missed something?
-I should think you have. Tremendous sport. Over there.
-That is a fish, isn't it?!
-We ought to take a photograph.
-I'll get my camera. And I'll get my Excelsior.
-Photograph - what for?
-If you'd seen it, you wouldn't ask.
-I can't see anything remarkable about catching a fish.
-Oh, Andre, it'd be fun to have a picture.
Splendid, my friend. An 80-pounder, by Jove!
Do you think I should hold the fish?
No, it's perfect as it is. ..Where's your camera, Mr Vadassy? You're missing the photograph of the season.
-I forgot to get a new roll of film. Just my luck.
-Today of all days!
Mr Vadassy, would you please help me? There must be something wrong here. If you would straighten it...
There you are. How's that?
-I still can't see a thing.
-Have you dropped your mirror?
-Have I dropped...?!
We're ready now. Hold it.
I'm so sorry. Perhaps there's air in it.
M Asticot, just once more. PHWRRT!
Walter, do it without the bulb. Once more? No, Walter!
Bravo! Jolly good show. >
Now, put this round here. I'm so glad you took my advice about the harpoon.
I didn't. But you weren't paddling.
How are we going to cook it? This is going to be stuffed! I have a room at home full of them.
In the old days, one just wore ordinary riding... What?!
Who locked me in the writing room?
-Are you perfectly sure of that?
-My dear fellow, take it easy...
Old Buffy Davenport, similar case.
Found him crawling round the compound one morning on his hands and knees, raving mad.
-I know you all think I'm mad.
-No, just take it easy.
-But I was locked in.
-Well, it's a bit unlikely.
-My dear Vadassy.
-It's quite a natural mistake to make.
-Perhaps you locked yourself in.
-Difficult to do with the key on this side of the door, eh, M Duclos?
This calls for a snifter. One doesn't catch an 80-pounder every day. Swell idea!
You need a drink, too. What will you have, my friend? Brandy or champagne or what?
-Nothing, thank you.
-Nonsense! Come up to my room. Let Odette fix you a cocktail.
No, thank you!
-Thank you very much, not now.
-I'm sorry. Cheer up, my friend. You'll soon feel better.
Where were you when it happened?
-What happened? What do you mean?
-You know what I mean.
-I was locked in the writing room.
-Were you? I was sitting over here.
-Where have you just come from?
-May I ask the reason for this interrogation?
-Sir, I have not the faintest idea what you're talking about.
-You sit here smiling, and all the time...
I'm afraid, I'm rather upset. Forgive me.
Do YOU think I'm mad?
-Not at all.
-THEY all think I am.
They think? Let them think!
I'm sure you're as sane as I am.
Now, pull yourself together.
What do you say to a game of Russian billiards? It will calm your nerves.
I'm no good at this game.
-There's only one thing I am good at.
-Have you a camera?
-Will you please not speak while I make this shot? It is difficult.
Have I a camera?
No, I have no camera. In fact, I can't remember when I had one in my hands.
-M Heinberger has kindly been giving me lessons.
-He's a very apt pupil.
We had some difficulties at first, but now we understand one another perfectly, don't we, Vadassy?
-You will always fail if you jab it.
-I wasn't thinking.
-A fatal mistake.
Keep your eye on the ball.
Decide what to do. Concentrate, then do it.
-Don't be in too great a hurry or you will fail. Your turn.
-M Vadassy is a novice. One needs experience.
Yes, one must relax the muscles and take it easy. You're trying too hard.
-You see? You're back where you started.
-Now you must begin again.
So, there you are! What about that swim?
-Are you winning a fortune off Mr Heinberger?
-No, Mr Heinberger's winning. ..Excuse me.
-I've been wasting your time.
-Not at all.
-Perhaps we'll play again later.
-..I'll go and change.
-How long will you be?
-Make it three.
-A charming girl.
-Yes, and the man?
-I don't know.
-Be careful, Emil.
-I know what I am doing.
-Yes, but sometimes I'm afraid.
-I can look after myself. And him, too, if necessary.
-Take care, Emil.
Come along, Peter! Time's up.
Don't move. I'll get a doctor.
-You mustn't do that.
-Why on earth not?
-Nobody must know about this.
Don't get excited. What's been going on here?
-I don't exactly remember.
-Take it easy.
-I must have fainted.
-You don't have fits, do you?
-From the look of the room, you must've been thrashing round.
-What really did happen?
-Nothing. It's my sunstroke. I must have fainted.
First, you chewed up everything except the carpet. Then you fainted. You were all right when I left you.
I know. It sounds a ridiculous explanation. It IS ridiculous.
-Why not come clean?
-I can't. Not now, at any rate. You must think I'm completely mad.
A little. I can't understand why you've got to be so mysterious.
-Mary, I'd like to take you into my confidence but...I simply can't.
-OK, it's your affair.
-There's no-one I'd rather tell if I possibly could, but...
-But you can't.
-The beautiful Romanian spy has the papers and the wicked agent has stolen the secret photographs.
-Mary, keep this to yourself. I don't want anyone to know.
-Whatever you do, keep out of the sun.
-Oh, Vadassy. Yes? Well, what is it? What is it?
-I was knocked out in my room just now.
-Did you identify the man?
-No, he attacked me from behind.
-Your room was searched?
-Yes. Two rolls of film are missing.
Hello? Hello? Are you still there?
Don't fuss, but listen carefully.
Go back and tell Madame Koche that your suitcase was forced open and that several things have been stolen.
A silver cigarette case, a diamond pin, a gold watch chain and the two rolls of film.
Make a scene. I want them all at the hotel to know about it. But do NOT ask for the police.
-Do you understand?
-I can't do that.
Don't argue, but do as you're told.
-Was your suitcase forced?
-Then force it yourself before you tell Madame Koche.
-Is that clear?
-Yes, but I have no cigarette case or a diamond pin.
Of course not. They've been stolen! Get on with it!
Why did he come here to telephone? There's a telephone in the hotel. And who's the guy with him?
His keeper(!) Another drink? Swell idea.
Waiter! Vermouth cassis and a whisky.
I want to talk to you. It's very important.
M Duclos, you're a man of the world. Can you give me advice on a matter of some delicacy?
-I am at your disposal. I have experience of this.
-I am a man of the world. She's charming.
-What are you talking about?
-It's nothing to do with her. I've been robbed.
-My suitcase has been forced and my valuables taken.
-Who could it be? The major? Possibly.
Roux? Heinberger? Maybe someone from the village.
-You'll help me?
-We must inform the police.
-That would cause a scandal.
-We want to keep it dark.
-But a few discreet enquiries.
-I understand perfectly.
-You can rely on me. I'll get to the bottom of this for you. You may trust me implicitly.
-I do, M Duclos. I do.
M Duclos is coming.
Come here. A most terrible thing has happened.
M Vadassy has been robbed of valuable jewels.
Was there violence? What are we going to do? Wait. Meantime, not a word.
My watch! We must go back to the hotel.
Have you heard the news? There's been a burglary in the hotel.
Burglars? M Vadassy has had everything stolen.
His diamond pin. His pearl studs. And the watch presented to his father.
I'm amazed Vadassy had such valuables.
I understand on the highest authority he's travelling incognito.
Good Lord! > Yes. So the utmost secrecy must be observed.
Not a word of this must leak out.
Pardon my intrusion. But there's a gang of crooks at large in the hotel.
They've stolen important papers from M Vadassy. Secret documents.
It may lead to international complications.
-What's going on, Peter? When I left you, you were completely down. What's so funny?
-Isn't Duclos marvellous?
-What's all this about you travelling incognito?
-Did he really say that?
-I don't understand. Explain.
-Mary, I know this seems insane, but I think everything's going to be all right.
-I'll take your word for it.
-Don't be angry, Mary.
-I'm not angry.
-I'll explain soon, I promise.
He's a genius.
Remember - I can't impress upon you enough the importance of secrecy.
The peace of the world may depend on it. I may be summoned to Geneva myself.
(I've already heard from the Minister of the Interior...)
-Excuse me, monsieur.
-Madame would be grateful if you'd come to her office.
-What's the matter now?
-I'll be back in a minute.
Come in, M Vadassy.
Sit down, monsieur.
I hope you have some satisfactory news for me.
No, monsieur. None of the staff could throw any light on the affair.
Most of them have been with me for years and I'm satisfied they're telling me the truth. ..You may go.
This is really a case for the police.
-Do you think that's altogether advisable?
-I have no intention of calling them.
I don't want any more scandal. I asked you to say nothing until I had gone into the matter.
-You lost no time in doing precisely the opposite.
-I admit that I did discuss the matter with M Duclos.
M Duclos! M Vadassy, I have now been in the hotel business for a number of years.
-I've met gentlemen of your kind before. You broke open the case yourself.
-But this is absurd!
-I assure you, madame...
-Please, monsieur, there is nothing you can say.
You will leave my hotel tomorrow. I do not wish the other guests to know why.
You will find some plausible excuse. Here's your bill.
I cannot say that I hope to see you again at the Hotel Reserve.
KNOCKS GENTLY ON DOOR
I'm afraid you'll find nothing of value here.
-Spare me your excuses.
Now, would you prefer to see Madame Koche here? Or in her office?
-I don't want to see her. I've taken nothing.
-There is nothing to take.
Some valuables were stolen from MY suitcase. I suspected you.
I happen to have discussed your story with Madame Koche. She tells me you're leaving.
-This is part of your protest?
-Put it that way if you like.
However, I see that you are not the thief. I can only apologise.
That will not do. It would be as well that you stayed here until we discuss this with Madame Koche.
You can't charge me with anything.
My dear Vadassy, you are already known to the police. You came here with the intention of stealing.
-You can explain yourself to the police.
-Under what name are you going to lodge your complaint?
-Herr Heinberger? Emil Schimler of Berlin? Or Paul Czissar of Prague?
-So, you're NOT a hotel sneak thief!
-I told you I wasn't a thief.
-No, you're a filthy, little spy!
KNOCK ON DOOR
Yes? You rang, monsieur? It was a mistake.
That was a fortunate interruption for you, my friend. I was going to kill you.
-Perhaps we can talk sense. I suppose you've never heard of a man called Beghin?
You soon will. He's attached to naval intelligence at Toulon.
-Doesn't that suggest anything to you?
-I have a suspicion, Vadassy, that we're talking at cross purposes.
-Who are you? What do you want?
-I want a piece of information.
-What did you do with that camera?
-I don't know what you're talking about.
-Then I shall hand you over for interrogation.
My reasons for using a different name are nothing whatever to do with you.
The police know who I am and so does Madame Koche.
-You are trying to blackmail me into giving information I don't possess. Am I right?
-More or less.
You've seen the passports. I'll be frank with you. I daren't let this information get any further.
That's your affair.
Vadassy, in 1933, I was editor of the Social Democrat newspaper in Berlin.
That year, German social democracy died a bitter death.
I was arrested by the Nazis and sent to a concentration camp.
They're not very pleasant places.
I spent two years in that camp.
I finally got my release on the condition that I resigned my German citizenship.
I went to Paris to work in an anti-Nazi underground movement.
I was to smuggle anti-Nazi propaganda between Prague and Berlin, using the false passports.
The Gestapo found out my name. They tried to kidnap me in Switzerland and take me back to Germany.
Surely you're safe here?
When you are hunted, you develop an extra sense.
I thought I had been identified.
I thought YOU might be the man.
I was wrong. Now, what are you going to do?
If the police know who you are, what does it matter what name you go by?
They have a hold on me.
My wife and child are still in Germany.
I can trust you, Vadassy?
Of course you can.
Thank you, my friend.
What about your suspect?
Don't worry. I'll find him.
-Where have you been? Any news?
-What did you say?
-Have they called in the police yet?
-It wasn't necessary.
-Have they found the thief?
-No. There was no thief.
-I don't understand.
I found my things.
Pressure was brought to bear from high quarters. The jewels are safe?
Oh, yes. Anybody hurt? Two gendarmes seriously wounded.
-Who were the criminals?
-I can't say now.
-I must explain.
-HILDA VOGEL: Was there a struggle?
-Will the gendarmes recover?
-Now, listen, please, just a minute.
I don't know what this is all about. There are NO criminals and none of my property's been stolen.
I found my things under the bed.
-They must have fallen down when my room was cleaned.
-How did it happen that the locks on the suitcase were broken?
-And what about the two wounded gendarmes? I don't get it.
-This is all ridiculous.
The only person I discussed this with, in confidence, was M Duclos.
There was no talk about wounded gendarmes or broken locks.
-Herr Vogel, did you think the locks had been forced?
-No, I never said so.
Then, M Roux, your imagination ran away with you.
What is all this nonsense? That old fool made up the whole story.
Ladies, gentlemen, I am not in the habit of betraying confidences.
-You deny that you told all of us of the theft? You said the locks were forced.
-..You heard him, Odette.
-Well, he admits it. In confidence, of course(!) He invented the lot.
DUCLOS: This is unbearable.
-I agree with you, it's unbearable that we have to put up with you.
-I resent your impertinence.
-If you were a younger man, I'd strike you.
-M Duclos is an old fool.
-I beg your pardon?
-I said - M Duclos is an old fool.
And you, sir, are a liar. Who stole the things from Vadassy's room? You!
How else did you know the lock on his suitcase was forced? I denounce you liar and thief!
Andre! Hasn't this gone far enough? Andre, please!
I am sick to death of the lot of you! You make me sick, all of you!
A pack of gossiping old women!
An extraordinary exhibition! Quite insane, apparently.
A manic depressive. I've met many similar cases. I treated him rather well.
Don't you think you deserve a drink?
You're most kind. Let's all go to the bar.
Of course, the thing to do is remain calm. The power of the human eye works wonders. I've made a study...
-So, you are just a common or garden thief.
-Mary, you don't understand. I can't explain just now, but...
You said that before. I'm not interested. It's clear now - I just made a mistake.
Can't you stop humming that tune? It's getting on my nerves.
-It pleases me.
-Don't just stand there - do something!
-There's plenty of time.
-If you hadn't bungled those photographs, we could have gone yesterday.
It's no use going over that again.
It's just our luck that he had a Contax, too. How was I to know they'd get mixed up?
-Is the car ready?
-I'm not going without those photographs.
-Is the car ready?
-SHUT UP! Of course it's ready.
What's the matter with you?
There's nothing the matter with me. I know what I'm doing.
-We can't go back to Berlin empty-handed.
-Then do something!
Leave me alone!
KNOCK ON DOOR
HE HUMS SOFTLY
Excuse me for intruding. I came to see if you were all right.
Oh, of course we are. Come in.
Is that all you came about?
Well, no, I came to ask if you had a roll of film you could lend me.
Isn't that extraordinary? I was just saying to Odette that we've run out.
Well, I wouldn't be able to use it till tomorrow anyway. This is a nice camera. You didn't use it today.
-It was. We have no other camera.
-I'm sorry the room is untidy, M Vadassy. We were getting ready for the party.
For M Duclos's delightful party.
-That scene in the hall was partly my fault.
-Oh, not a bit. It was foolish of me to lose my temper.
-A drink? Shall we leave Odette to dress in peace?
-M Vadassy, will you be staying here long?
-Well, no. I'm leaving tomorrow.
That's strange, so are we. How interesting. Well, shall we go?
Vadassy, I like you. I'm going to put my cards on the table.
It's only fair to tell - and I want to be fair - I hold all the trumps.
Two days ago, by accident, I made use of a camera which was not my own.
Now, I took my own camera back, but a very annoying thing has happened.
Ten negatives were missing.
For sentimental reasons, I would like to have those negatives back.
I value them so highly, I'm willing to pay 5,000 francs for them.
-It's a high price to pay for ten negatives.
-But you're a sentimentalist.
-You're lucky to be able to pay so much for your pleasures.
-What do you mean?
-Sentimentality seems to be an expensive hobby, that's all.
..I MUST have those ten negatives. I'm offering you 500 francs each for them.
-Supposing they're not for sale?
-Listen, my friend, I'm not playing parlour games!
If you won't sell those negatives, there are other means of getting them.
-Give me those negatives, Vadassy.
Give them to me!
KNOCKING ON DOOR
Forgive me, monsieur. We are looking for M Vadassy. Peter Vadassy.
This is M Vadassy.
Allow me to introduce you.
-Peter Vadassy, you're under arrest.
-I'm not the man you want. Let me explain!
-You can explain at the station.
What is the charge, my man?
That is not your concern, monsieur. I am a citizen of the Republic. I have a right to know.
The charge is one of espionage. You've had a spy amongst you.
I knew it from the start! He couldn't fool Duclos.
-I knew he was fishy. I said so all along.
Yes. The moment I saw him, I said, "There's a dangerous spy."
He tried to bribe me this afternoon.
HILDA: I thought he was a nice young man.
You know what to do. As instructed. They'll make a run for it any time.
-..Vadassy, glad you've come.
-Glad?! Is this another of your idiotic ideas? I had my hands on the man!
-I caught your spy!
-Don't fuss. I'm busy. These are yours.
Why have I been re-arrested? They'll be halfway to Berlin by now.
Look at those - your naturalisation papers.
-You are a citizen of the French Republic.
Don't let it go to your head. ..Here.
Get away from there!
You will follow the inspector.
Roux has taken the coast road to Toulon. Just as I expected. ..Come along.
Get him an overcoat. It'll be cold in the car.
Light me a cigarette.
BRAKES SQUEAL Be careful, Andre!
I know the road.
It was a mistake to shoot him.
Thank you, darling.
Do up your coat. You'll catch cold.
Good. You know the road.
Roux's getting into Toulon now. That's what we've been waiting for.
I think I told you that we're not interested in spies but in who employed them.
We knew that Roux had taken those photographs, but we didn't know who he was taking them to.
We want the others. There's a big spy ring in Toulon.
-Tonight, we're going to smash it.
-Why didn't you take me into your confidence?
The less you knew, the better. I wanted Roux to leave. You were the goat that baited the tiger.
-You've had an enjoyable game at my expense.
-My profession isn't a game.
I used you because I wanted to use you.
When you started playing detective and had your camera stolen, I would cheerfully have seen you hang.
What are you looking round for?
-Police. Will they follow us to Toulon?
-What for? They've got Vadassy. Idiots!
No, thank you.
More fool you. My wife makes an excellent pate.
Don't go up there. Why not go over the border while there's still time?
-What are you talking about?
-I'm frightened. I love you, Andre.
-And I please you a little, don't I?
-Nice time to choose for light conversation.
In there, sir. Number 23.
I thought they'd pulled that place down years ago.
SHIP'S HORN BOOMS
I was wondering what had become of you. You have had a pleasant holiday?
You have the souvenirs of your visit?
-Were you followed? ANDRE!
-I don't think so.
-You don't think so?! Beghin is no fool. What a mess!
I'm going. You're doing nothing of the sort!
..Is your car outside?
KNOCK ON DOOR
< Put up your hands, all of you!
This is an unexpected pleasure.
I said all of you, Roux.
Surely this isn't necessary?
This is the gentleman you want. May I introduce you?
The police, Graf Kurt von Rothenhan.
Von Rothenhan, the police. Oh, and M Vadassy.
I was forgetting him. I can show you everything.
That file there, inspector, will interest you particularly. I've been waiting for this for a long time.
-Drop your gun, Vadassy.
-I haven't got a gun.
YOU haven't got a gun either or you'd have shot me in the back.
You wouldn't have waited for me.
You're finished, Roux.
Stop. Stop one moment, please!
Don't let's be foolish, Vadassy. You know I like you. I always did.
An hour ago, I offered you 5,000 francs for ten negatives.
Sell me ten minutes, Vadassy.
I'll pay you 50,000. 50,000 francs for ten minutes.
It's no good, Roux. You're finished.
You don't understand.
You don't hate me, Vadassy.
-I don't hate you.
-Then, don't do this to me, please.
You want money, don't you?
Lots of money. That's all anyone wants. Take it.
Take it. 50,000.
50,000 francs for ten minutes only.
I beg you, Vadassy!
Please, take it! TAKE it!
-Albert, what is this noise for?
-How do you feel now?
-I feel as if everything were just beginning.
-Is that nice?
-Couldn't be nicer.
I'm afraid you're going to be a success.
Dr Vadassy, the great specialist. The well-known lizard fancier who can't swim!
-I will beat you... to the lighthouse and back?
-You're getting above yourself.
They will be late for lunch.
It doesn't matter for once.
What does it matter? Let them be happy while they can.
For a few summers.
There's so little time.
Subtitles by Audrey Flynn BBC Scotland 2000
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An atmospheric thriller based in the south of France prior to the outbreak of World War II. While on holiday at the Hotel Reserve, an Austrian medical student is wrongly charged with espionage by the French police. Threatened with deportation, he is forced to embark on a search for the real spy among the hotel guests. Based on a novel by Eric Ambler.