The Truth About Charlie Page #4

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Twenty-four.

Four. Okay.

Nine.

So then eight must be...

Pardon. | Regina, right?

My name is Lola. | I knew your husband.

I see.

So, were you | Charlie's trophy, Regina,

or his partner?

Do you know what | I'm talking about when | I say Operation Verify?

How about this? | Forty-six Eppler-cut diamonds?

Believe it or not, | Lola, I don't want that money.

Okay. | So you know about it.

You just don't want it. | I see.

I may be the only one, | but that's how it is.

Charlie ripped off | some very dangerous people.

I don't know anything | about my husband's | business interests.

Hmm. | I though you just said... | I don't mean to be rude,

Then don't be. | But are you finished?

Not quite. | See, your husband...

messed us up...

something fierce.

Regina,

am I getting through to you | at all here?

Reggie?

Regina.

We earned that money.

We want it. | "We dese"rv"e it."

Are you all right? | Was that woman giving you | a hard time?

You could say that. | Yes, she was.

Joshua, what are you | doing here?

I can't believe this. | I saw you getting your cab | back in town.

I followed, almost lost you | a couple times.

Just caught up in time | to see you coming inside here.

I really do seem to be | caught up in a terrible mess.

Yeah, but why are you here | in this neighborhood, in this place?

I don't understand. | A notation in Charles's | date book...

"8 Rue des Rosiers." | I'm trying to make sense | of his last day...

the places that he went to.

Joshua, it's not just | that Charles was murdered.

There's all this other money... | government money | that's gone missing.

And there are other people...

who want it.

And that man is one of them.

So was the woman | in the alley.

Ah! Monsieur Peter.

I'm gonna get my messages, | and then I'll get that stuff | in my room.

I'll meet you upstairs? | Okay.

Great fish. And I hear | their wine list was...

- Have a good look. | - I think you have...

something that belongs to me.

In here?

- Joshua! | - All right.

Get your filthy... | I'm just trying to | open the bag.

- Reggie. | - Calm down.

I will not calm down.!

Reggie.

- Joshua!

Hey!

Go!

- Wait. | - Go.

Joshua.!

Joshua! Joshua!

- Hello? | - Mr. Bartholomew.

They're here. | I saw them. | Mrs. Lambert.

The ones in the photograph.

Describe them to me, | Mrs. Lambert.

Emil Zadapec.

II-Sang Lee.

Lola Jansco. | All three, very dangerous, | highly capable individuals.

It's absolutely imperative | that I see you as soon | as possible, Mrs. Lambert.

Reggie? | Mrs. Lambert?

- Coming. I've got to go, | Mr. Bartholomew. | - Please use extreme caution.

Yes, I will. I promise.

Oh. | Everything all right?

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