The Truth About Charlie Page #3

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I want you to know | you'll have every protection | the United States has to offer.

Protecting British citizens? | Isn't that a little bit | out of your jurisdiction?

Your husband occasionally | lent his services to us | here at the O.D.C.

The what?

Most secure | talk space in town.

The O.D.C. Office of Defense | Cooperation, Mrs. Lambert.

We, of course, knew your husband | by his real name, Charlie Lake.

Now, Mrs. Lake, | I'd like you to look at | this photograph, please,

and tell me if there's | anyone you recognize.

Have a good look.

Charles, of course.

What about the other three?

Afraid not.

They worked with Charlie | almost three years ago | on an operation...

of an extraordinarily | delicate nature.

I "get it."

I need to assess just how | precarious your situation is.

Now, this gentleman | who escorted you | to your hotel last night.

A friend. Joshua Peters. | He has nothing to do with this.

- How long have you known Mr. Peters? | - Actually, I just met him.

Oh, boy.

Look, I don't mean | to be intrusive,

but we don't know quite | what Charlie was up to...

or who he was up to it with.

- But we do know $6 million is | a significant amount of money. | - Six million?

- Is that what this is about? | - Correct.

I want to make it | perfectly clear that even | if we wanted to, which we don't,

we couldn't force you to do it.

Your decision must be | entirely your own, Mrs. Lake. | What decision?

To work with us.

If you think I'm | getting mixed up in this, | you're absolutely bonkers.

- You already are mixed up | in it, Mrs. Lake. | - Stop calling me that.

- We want that money back, | Mrs. Lambert. | - I don't have it.

Oh, yes, you do. You have it. | You just don't know you've got it.

A misplaced key to | a safe-deposit box, a certified | check in tomorrow's mail,

or a baggage claim ticket | tucked in a paperback.

If you look for it, | you'll find it.

You may not have | a great deal of time either.

The people in that photo... | They know you've got it | just as surely as we do.

You won't be safe until that money | is in our hands. Is that clear?

This is my direct cell line.

Don't lose it, Mrs. Lambert. | Call me anytime, day or night.

And, please, this is crucial. | You mustn't betray...

the confidentiality | of this dialogue.

You must not tell anyone | about coming to see me.

Certainly. No problem. | I promise you.

It's clear that you're | a very decent person, Mrs. L.

That's a rare quality nowadays.

Tough situation you're in here, | but I feel for you.

God bless.

His agenda.

Charles Lambert's last day | was busy.

To us, largely meaningless.

"12:
00, 8 Rue des Rosiers,

Clignancourt. " | The flea market.

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