Jewel Robbery Page #3

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Well, you know your

own business best.

Teri?

Not going to buy it?

- Sorry, dear.

- But you promised.

Oh, you're missing

a great bargain.

Let me get you

the expert's appraisal.

In the original bill from

Louis Toone from Amsterdam,

you will see exactly

what it cost me.

I'll be back

in a moment.

Teri, I despair of ever making

a businesswoman of you.

You're going to buy it!

But not at his price.

He'll take less.

- Won't he, Andre?

- Well, the poor devil needs cash.

- Then we'll do even better.

- Ohh!

Now, it's silly

to be sentimental.

If our positions

were reversed,

he'd drive the hardest bargain

he could.

You use what weapons you can

to get money --

against a rich man,

a revolver...

Against a poor one,

his poverty.

Am I right, Paul?

Of course.

We diplomats, too,

are only effective

when we have power

and use it.

Franz?

Yes?

How much are you willing

to pay?

- $30,000.

- You'll get it.

Good night.

You going already?

I've served my purpose.

- Goodbye, darling.

- Goodbye.

I hope this new acquisition

brings you

a woman's most cherished need --

a new thrill.

Oh, Andre. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Teri.

I had trouble

finding the bill.

Here it is,

in black and white.

From Louis Toone

in Amsterdam --

in black and white, yes, yes.

Let's go into the office.

Yes. Yes.

You stay.

Please.

Why didn't you meet me

at Palheim's for tea?

I forgot.

45 minutes I stood

in front of that restaurant.

I'm sorry. Ohh!

You're a coquette.

Sometimes.

But with you,

I've been strangely honest.

The moment I realized

that I'd made a mistake,

that you weren't

a dream hero --

I have 12 war medals

for bravery.

And haven't I seen them,

over and over?

I say,

as soon as I realized --

there was some disappointment

on my side, too.

Well, then, how easy it should

be for us to say goodbye.

I'm not a schoolboy that you can

throw over with a gesture.

What is the right way

to throw you over?

I'm not going to

be thrown over at all.

I'm going to marry you.

You know my husband,

I believe.

Of course, Teri, but when

as fine a woman as you --

I'm not a fine woman.

In my own eyes,

I'm shallow and weak.

Why?

Because I go on leading

a shallow and weak life.

Whereas with a little courage,

I could break away from it.

I have all the qualities

to make quite a decent person.

And what have I done

with them?

I fly about all day, pursuing

furs, jewels, excitement.

I don't love.

I don't even suffer -- that is,

anything except boredom.

In the morning, a cocktail,

in the afternoon, a man,

in the evening, veronal.

That, my dear minister of state,

is my picture of your Teri.

Is it too high?

What on earth?

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