slept in the plane like dead.
How is your job?
I had an audition this morning.
Evertyhing was just fine.
Listen, My friend's son is going
to pay you a visit today
He's a computer genius,
otherwise a greenorn.
Do not be surprised. Tell him
what's wrong with your software.
- Didrt I ask you...
- He's in Paris already.
So, by the legend, we should
become a married couple.
Yes.
So...
What?
Do you have any experience in this?
Nope.
Same with me.
That's a problem.
- Hello?
- Marie Clabair?
Yes. What do you want?
It's about your software.
I'm leaving on a date tonight.
But I'm on your doorstep...
- Oops,
- What?
Hi, I'm Mouse...
Computer mouse...
In fact, I'm Anton.
I think I'd better wait out there...
It would be better like this.
No way. You came to be of help - so go ahead.
Show me your won'th.
Is this from a bullet?
That's all as yet.
Jaffad is very circumspective.
I think he's going to meet with Americans.
I must go now.
Jesus, you're so beautiful...
Tomorrow you'll go back home.
Or maybe today, if you say just a word.
Oops!
Look at this. Holy cow!
CIA's SECRET ADDRESS
It's our day today!
We have hit something real important!
She's that very woman!
There were 48 people on that day in the fortress,
All dead including Riley and Jaffad.
She is the only survivor.
Our guys found herfingerprints there.
But she's a European.
Only we don't know where from exactly.
She appeared nearJaffad three years ago,
like his maid and all, but in fact
she was his watchdog.
Jaffad trusted her entirely.
And now what is she doing in Paris?
In the company of Butcher's man?
When you snarled at Francois, I felt that...
I can't talk like this...
- You felt what?
- That I must... That I want to know you closer.
Is it possible?
Oh, come on, it's just that every week you're dating
some lucid-eyed trusty girl.
You think I'm such a lady-killer?
I think you're a person following your every whim.
Stop trying to impress me.
I am impressed already.
I don't care what kind of a man you are.
Nstead of dining out with some girlfriend of mine,
I preferyour company.
I think it's more interesting.
Monsieur Devier, there's a telephone call foryou.
Thank you. My poor would-be Madame Devier:
What a trial to have someone
like me for a husband.
I'll be back in a minute.
Please.
Hello?
- Hello?
- Listen to me...
- What?
- Just listen,
One of them must be in Norway now.
We're looking for him.
Another one has been moving
from one country to another
and has settled down in Malaysia.
The Italian lawyerwill be no problem,
he lives in Florence
and we'll be there in an hour.
Reserve a suite for me. I'm leaving.
Monsieur Devier says he is sorry,
some urgent business in Florence.
He'll call you when he's back.
The bill is already paid.
Where are we going?
Something is wrong?
Don't stop the engine.
Don't move!
The doors! She's II try to get away!
Move aside!
- The police!
- I see
We're stuck.
You mean, the house staked out, the cars battered,
all this forthe sake of some stupid postcard?
It's not a postcard, it's a photo...
So what?
- It's my favorite city.
- Paris, yes. And that's all?
Yes.
Tell me what I still don't know about him.
Well,
FLORENCE. ITALY
His father, Phillip Devier, died eleven years ago.
His son took over his business.
- I know this.
- This is what everyone knows.
Except that Louis's father
was someone else than Phillip.
ALBERTO SOLDI'S APARTMENT
His real father was Algerian,
blew himself up in a car,
nearthe French Embassy in Cairo.
Louis was five years old then.
Please, I don't know anything!
Trust me... I'm just a lawyer!
Please, don't kill us!
Also You know that Louis studied in Sorbonne.
- Graduated with honors.
- Right.
But You have no idea
that in 1982 he nearly ended in prison.
For what?
For killing his fellow-student.
All this... It's in the safe...
What's on this photo?
Inform me if you find her.
But don't do anything.