You
Know me Stephen McGuinn, officer on diplomatic courier
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Suppose he doesn't take me to dr. Bartok he will
But for the sake of argument if you ever known clavka to be wrong
Well if clavka says he will get you to dr. Bartok he will
Hey
This is Geneva isn't it a minute. I thought it was Chicago look like an old-fashioned grab
You you are an American the names were Quinn Steve McQuinn I work for Uncle Sam
You're not afraid of me are you
What's your name?
Alexander Telleke. I'm glad to know you you will report me. I
Have no papers look relax. I'm a diplomatic courier not a policeman
What are those characters one they wish to take me back to Budapest?
There are certain people there who are interested in me. Oh
Why I cannot tell you
Please do not think me ungrateful and thank you for helping now wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute
Where you going? I
Must find some place to hide
You got any ideas? I
Will manage
Well, I suppose those robo boys come back again never I
Will kill myself first
Have you come along with me if you do not understand I am in this country illegally I
Have no papers. Well Jenny won't ask for any
Jenny Jenny Harris she works in the consulate very smart girl never asked any embarrassing questions. Come on
You
Certainly nothing wrong with his appetite have another sandwich
There's plenty more so don't be shy. I
Wish you were that concerned about me. I haven't eaten since noon. They remind me to buy your dinner
I've been reminding you since last October. I'll pick you up at nine tonight
Once more coffee
You know the council won't mind you're using this office to play Salvation Army, but where do you go from here? Oh, I'll think of something
The last time you thought of something Bulgaria almost declared war
I'm making trouble for you. Oh, no, he makes his own. He's got a patent
Look Alex don't you know anyone in Geneva?
Then why are they after you? Now you've got a trust us
My name is Alexander to Lakey any relation to the Alexander to Lakey. He was my grandfather
You never heard of Alexander to Lakey
He wrote the Constitution of Hungary, that's all Woodrow Wilson called him of course
right after World War one
You're his grandson
No, the Ruskies want him back
You must have been one of their prize exhibits. Oh, yes
I was surprised calf. I was carefully groomed and fed
And my stall was the finest
It was good propaganda
I was proof if my grandfather was still alive
He would be a member of the party all of this doesn't solve the problem at hand
He's in this country illegally where you ain't a stash him. There must be some Hungarian who?
Dr. Bartok you out of your mind, you know, they wouldn't let you within yodeling distance of him for your information
Dr. Bartok was a person of front of mine. I saw him at my last trip. Do you know him?
What did you expect you don't think the Reds are going to let them teach you about Bartok in the schools
He's a great man Alex
And I'm fussy how I use the word great
He won the Nobel Prize for peace and it could just as easy have been for science
I'm gonna take you to him. You can't Steve. It wouldn't be fair
You know how he's broadcast to Hungary been hurting them. There've been a dozen of them
It's on his life one only last month. You don't think that Alex here is going to I didn't say that I only meant please
I don't wish you to quarrel over me. You're such good friends
Well, what are you waiting for? You better hurry if you're going to pick me up at nine and Steve
I have a new dress that'll make you glad you came to Geneva
Yes is Dr Bartok you have an appointment? No, but I'm Steve McCoy and I'm sure you'll see me Dr
Bartok would see anyone if we permitted by you
You bottle
Mmm, I should ask this
Excuse me this is Dr
Bartok Bob
I'm Steve McQueen, I'm sure he'll see me.
Dr. Bartok would see anyone if we permitted it.
You don't understand.
This is Alexander Tulecky's grandson.
He just escaped from Hungary.
Oh, come in, please.
Tulecky's grandson.
That's right.
Will you tell Dr. Bartok, please?
Will you inform Dr. Bartok that Steve McQueen is here?
I know he has no appointment.
But he has Tulecky's grandson.
Yes.
How should I know how he escaped?
He is here.
This is the important thing, inform Dr. Bartok.
You will excuse me.
Ampere pockets, please.
This will be returned when you leave.
You will forgive me.
Oh, Lord, fear, dragon, dragon, fear on that board.
I'm so ashamed to run away.
Forgive me if I'm emotional, but Tulecky's grandson,
and you brought him to me.
It's a pleasure to see you again, doctor.
Come.
Please, I have not finished searching him yet.
But this Tulecky's grandchild, you
are a great man, doctor.
But in many ways, a child.
You do not appreciate what your enemies might do.
You see the respect they give me?
No, I'm a child.
Prizes he wins for logic, but no reason with him.
A child, like I said.
Are you all through, Mr. Sherlock Holmes?
No.
Open your bundle, please.
What is this?
A bottle of wine.
It came from my grandfather's province.
From Tokoy?
Oh, this is the nicest wine in the world, Stephen.
I will give you champagne, but to a Hungarian,
there is nothing like Tokoy also.
You shall see for yourself.
You shall have a guillotine.
I will give you champagne, but to a Hungarian,
there is nothing like Tokoy also.
You shall see for yourself.
A guillotine.
With spartan?
What else?
What are you doing?
Calling the cook.
Actually, I'm a very bad cook with a guillotine.
I know how to make.
And the cook has worked very hard today.
Now, will you supper with me, my friends?
Our pleasure, doctor.
You can see he belongs to the diplomatic corps.
He lies so beautifully.
Come.
What do you think?
Well, I had rather a late lunch.
I left out something.
I always leave out something.
Explain me something, Stephen.
Einstein, I can follow.
Why should I have so much trouble with the recipe?
Well, when you start adding a teaspoon of this
to a tablespoon of that, you get into higher mathematics.
Well, don't worry, doctor.
We still have the wine.
Let me open it, please.
It's all right.
There's a cork to run the sink.
It was a good boy, no?
I will taste the wine, Steve.
The likes of which you never tasted.
It's...it's left.
Did you cut yourself?
I ruined everything.
Shall I tell you something?
It's just as well.
Wine gives me heartburn.
Will you excuse me?
I'm suddenly very tired.
Of course.
I will take you to your room.
Oh, please, do not trouble.
I know where it is.
You seem roughly upset.
That's my fault.
I made too much fuss about the wine.
I'm always saying the wrong thing.
His grandfather was just the opposite.
If you only could have known him.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
You really must give the Swiss credit.
They make excellent chocolate.
Oh, I'm sorry, Comrade.
Please continue.
There's nothing more to tell.
The bottle just slipped out of my hands.
It was inexcusable.
Perhaps you are being too severe on yourself.
I find it incredible.
The bottle just slipped out of your hands.
I was nervous.
I just couldn't help myself.
On this we agree.
You could not help yourself.
You were so overcome by this man's personality.
You could not bring yourself to destroy him.
I swear, Comrade Klavka, I...
Oh, I do not blame you.
You are young and impressionable.
It's a little wonder you were taking him...
This is not true.
He's a kind, decent man.
He never saw me before.
And yet, he was like a father to me.
A man like this is a...
Saint?
Yes.
And we are devils, eh?
I did not say that.
No, but the inference is plain.
You may as well play the part.
You will kill Dr. Bartok.
Oh, yes.
You have no choice.
It is either your life or his.
Believe me, my boy.
You are getting a wonderful bargain.
How do you like this one?
Very cute.
Who are they?
Alex's father and mother.
I painted it in Vienna.
At one time, I had ambitions to be an artist.
They look like brother and sister.
They were both very fair.
Blonde hair and blue eyes.
They were lovely children.
Her father was Taraki's secretary,
so they grew up together.
Like a storybook, no?
You know something?
He shall have this.
It's funny.
I admit it's not much of a present.
No, no, I was thinking of something else.
Tell me, is there any question in your mind that he's their son?
Is there a question in your words?
What happened to them?
They were killed in an automobile accident in 1945.
Say, why don't we give this to Alex now?
The poor boy is asleep.
Oh, I doubt it.
He was really brought down. This might take him up.
Tell me something, Stephen.
You have no ulterior motive.
You see?
Absolutely nothing up my sleeves.
All right.
So long as we do not wake him, come.
I told you he would be asleep.
You shouldn't.
So the surprise will keep him tomorrow.
And at the end, he should have heard that.
Like a baby, no?
Yeah.
Look, if you don't mind, I'd like to borrow this.
I mean, just until tomorrow.
You are acting very strangely.
No, I just thought I'd like to have a friend.
Please accept my apology.
You are a very thoughtful man.
You have wonderful ideas.
And sometimes I get one that even floors me.
Hello?
Hello, Jenny? Guess who this is?
Well, you know good double crossing.
Oh, now, Jenny, that's a fine way to talk to a man who wants to see you.
When?
Right now.
And I suppose after that, you'll want to show me your etchings.
How'd you guess?
Look, meet me at the Brasserie, Swiss, in 20 minutes.
Make it 10.
With a man like you, I can't afford to take chances.
Very pretty.
Doesn't it bother you?
There's only one thing that bothers me, Mr. McQuinn.
This is the first time a man ever asked me to see his etchings and meant it.
I must be slipping.
I'm serious, Jenny.
You think I'm not?
Did you ever have a hunch you were used as a patsy?
Well, that's how I feel about Alex.
Don't ask me why.
No, worry.
I won't.
You know, when I took him to bar talks, I had a feeling I was being followed.
Then when I left, I had that same feeling again.
And how do you feel now?
Ditto.
Unless I miss my guess, he's one of the trio they're trying to grab, Alex.
Take care of the check, honey.
I'll buzz you as soon as I can.
Grab onto this.
Man.
Surprised, huh?
Remember me?
I'm the fellow who was in the café.
They were shortcut through the alley.
What is the meaning of this?
Why are you following me?
That's funny.
That's exactly what I was going to ask you.
You are mistaken, Mr. McQuinn.
Oh, you know my name.
What's yours?
That is none of your concern.
You know, I'm rapidly being forced to a horrible conclusion.
If you know me, then I wasn't an innocent bystander when you attempted to kidnap Alex.
Will you let me by?
And if I wasn't an innocent bystander, then the whole thing was a plot.
And Alex was a part of it, if I'm not the world's prize sum.
Did I disturb you?
In my son?
We looked in on you a little while ago.
You were asleep.
I was not asleep.
I was pretending.
Are you surprised?
So, nothing surprises you.
Suppose I told you I was not Tillic's grandchild.
Well, I am not.
This already I figured.
You lie.
A gouache recipe I cannot understand.
But the laws of nature I do.
Your father and mother...
Excuse me.
Paul Tillic and his wife had blue eyes.
You are brown.
So?
So it is impossible for blue-eyed parents to have brown-eyed offspring.
I think this is what distressed Stephen.
He felt something was wrong.
It is not true.
Believe me, my son, it is called an indelible law.
No.
I mean that you knew all this and did not turn me over to the police.
You think I would do a thing like that?
Why not?
If you knew I was your enemy.
Such an ugly word.
So we do not like my ideas and we disagree.
But enemies...
Hello?
Yes, Stephen.
How are you?
Never mind me.
The question is how are you?
How should I be?
With at my age I have gained a son.
Well, that is what I wanted to talk to you about.
Not now, Stephen.
You will forgive me if I am abrupt.
But I am very tired.
Good night, my boy, and God bless you.
But doctor...
That was our friend Mr. McQueen.
He was concerned for me.
He had a reason.
Well, what have you to say now, Dr. Bartok?
What could I say, Alex?
I told you my name is not Alex.
I am sorry, my son.
And I am not your son.
Don't you get this through your head or are you too senile?
I am not your son.
Forgive me.
I have always hoped for one.
And he would have been just like you.
You must take me for an idiot.
I am not a child to be flattered by pretty speeches.
I know you for what you are.
A poser, an actor.
Those are not your words, my son.
I told you not to call me that.
Why do you provoke yourself?
Is it necessary so you can bring yourself to shoot me?
No.
See, I am perfectly calm.
Do you believe in prayer?
Or I said another one of your hypocrisies.
I do believe in prayer.
Well...
I will give you exactly 30 seconds to say yours.
All through, doctor?
You finished praying for yourself?
I was praying for you.
For all the others like you in the world.
I asked him to be merciful.
For we are all his children.
Whatever our political testament.
All right, my son. I am ready.
I can.
I can.
You too?
You believe the only way to settle things is with a gun?
No.
Thank you for bringing your son home to me.
Thank you.
