Murderers' Row (1966) Movie Script

[Rumbling]

[Machine bleeping]

Well, gentlemen,

the dream has come true.

Hmm. And not just

for Republicans.

We will control

the most powerful bomb

in the universe:

The sun.

When do we strike?

Not at a model,

but at Washington itself?

We will strike

within 10 days.

Thanks to our colleague here,

the first man ever

to break the security

of American intelligence

and counter-espionage.

He has cracked the I.C.E.,

so to speak.

And now we have

positive identification

of all their top agents.

[Julian]

These gentlemen

have ceased to amuse me.

Still their voices forever.

What?

Kill them!

[Gasps]

[Screaming]

♪[Music playing]

[Explosion]

I'm cold.

[Shivering]

Well, wait till you get

your costume on.

Well, you're supposed

to look cold.

You're miss January.

[Sighs]

What a way

to start the year.

All right, honey,

in front of the map.

Oh, I've never been

to Minnesota.

Well, you're there now,

and it's mighty cold,

so let me see

those goosebumps.

Oh, good girl.

[Chuckles]

Now a little to the left.

I want to catch you

right near duluth.

Why, that's my best feature.

[Matt]

All right, now you

just lower your left arm

'cause we don't want

to h-h-hide the twin cities.

[Camera clicks]

Perfect.

Oh, you're

some tricky fellow.

Well, I wanted to get

the real you.

It's all real.

All right,

you can change now.

Well, was I all right?

Oh, better than that.

Usually I have trouble

with a new girl. But not you.

You can go out

the back way.

Well, what should I do

with the costume?

Drop it in the ashtray.

[Device beeping]

Good morning, Mr. Helm.

Well, good morning, lovey.

Mmm.

Anything important?

Ah, just that letter

from Mr. Graham.

It can wait.

Have your juice

and coffee first.

All right.

[Machine humming]

♪ There's an old

spinning wheel ♪

♪ where my head is ♪

♪ can't remember last night ♪

♪ what a crime ♪

♪ but I'm feeling so rotten

this mornin' ♪

♪ must have had me

a wonderful time ♪

[Exclaims]

There's nothing like

fresh orange juice.

Still on the calendar layout?

Oh, yeah.

November and December

were here last night.

Just finished, uh, January.

And February's on the way.

You look beat.

Well, I've had

a rough winter.

Now where'd we leave off

yesterday?

Um, "dear Mr. Graham,

thank you for the kind offer

to join your new magazine."

But after taking care

of a few loose ends,

I plan an extended vacation.

I'm going to roam all over

this great big,

beautiful land of ours

and explore

every cranny and nook

and hill and Dale

that I ever dreamed of

in my youth.

Cordially...

No, make that "warmly" yours.

And warmly yours.

[Telephone ringing]

Lovey, what's July

doin' here?

I haven't even

buttoned up January.

That was April.

Spring will be

a little late.

Good. I'm goin' in

and lying down.

[Door opening]

I'm July.

I believe it.

Uh, lovey will show you

your costume.

We're going to do

the spirit of '76.

76? Are you kidding?

I'm only a 44.

Well, that's patriotic

enough for me.

[Telephone ringing]

Hello.

Matt? MacDonald.

We're in a terrible jam.

Well, so am I.

[MacDonald]

Matt, listen, you've--

i'm-- I'm hangin' up.

Matt, the situation

is desperate.

You're tellin' me.

February isn't here yet,

uh, July is 4 months early,

and April's 3 months late.

30 days has September.

[Telephone ringing]

[Sighs]

I got under the blankets

to warm up.

January's such a cold month.

I never thought

I'd live to say this,

but all I want to do is

lie down here quietly.

I'm tired.

Now be a good girl

and go on home. Mmm?

Well, that's not the Matt helm

I heard so much about.

It does seem

a little ridiculous,

doesn't it?

Mmm.

But I mean it, now.

You go on out like a lamb.

Well, that's march.

I want to wish you

happy new year.

Well, I'm glad

you talked some sense into me.

[Chuckling]

What's this?

Now you've done it.

We're going to take

the plunge.

Oh, I just had

my hair done.

Let me go! Let me go!

I think I'd better walk in.

Oh, no.

Let go of me.

We'll go in together.

Let me go, huh?

Let me go!

Let me go, please.

Let me go!

Not the Matt helm

you've heard of.

[Miss January screaming]

[Electricity buzzing]

Thank you, furnas.

So long, Matt.

♪[Piano playing]

[Woman]

♪ roll out the barrel ♪

♪ we'll have a barrel of fun ♪

♪ roll out the barrel ♪

♪ we'll have the blues

on the run ♪

♪ a-zing, a-boom, tararrel ♪

♪ ring out a song

of good cheer ♪

♪ now's the time

to roll that barrel ♪

♪ 'cause the gang's all here ♪

♪ a-zing, a-boom, tararrel ♪

[Sighs]

I--i just can't take

any more, lovey.

♪ Now's the time

to roll that barrel ♪

♪ 'cause the gang's

all here ♪

To Matt helm.

♪[Piano continues playing]

[All]

To Matt helm.

[Piano stops]

[Glass shattering]

[Car honking]

You're late.

Thanks.

I'm sorry

I missed my funeral.

How'd it go?

Great.

The tears would have

done your heart good.

Matt helm is dead,

and he's going to stay dead.

Well, now just

a darn minute.

That's direct

from the white house, Matt.

Well, I ain't votin'

for him again.

[Sighing]

It's up to you.

Shall we, uh,

look at some pictures?

Hey, your own

drive-in movie. Huh?

There's a car just like this

waitin' for you.

Where?

We'll get to it.

Hey, double feature.

That's the French

riviera, Matt.

Cannes,

to be exact.

You're exact.

[Matt]

Hey, valley

of the giants.

[MacDonald]

That device they tried

to kill you with

was developed by our

own scientists, Matt.

It's called a helio-beam.

That's the man

that invented it.

[Matt]

But when did

he find time?

His name is

Dr. Norman solaris.

He's, uh, been vacationing

on the riviera.

How did you tear him

away from the lab?

He's been working

on this invention for years.

And now he has

a super-helio-beam.

I figured he had somethin'.

This beam can

knock out an army, Matt,

a city, a continent!

It can bring peace

or complete annihilation.

It's a dreadful

responsibility.

I can see

it's, uh, weighing heavily

on his mind.

2 days before

he was supposed to meet

with the president,

solaris suddenly

disappeared.

Defected, kidnapped,

we don't know.

Maybe he was just worn out.

Just vanished

without a trace.

Have you looked

under any beds?

Mmm-hmm.

Matt, whoever has solaris

is trying to build that beam.

We haven't got much time.

Any leads at all?

Mmm-mmm.

This is a rare type ore, Matt.

It's called

helio-magnesium-x4.

I liked the other

measurements better.

This x4 is essential

to the operation

of the super-beam.

There's a huge load of it

on its way now

across the mediterranean.

You find out

its destination,

and we believe

you'll find solaris.

You'll be operating

out of monte Carlo.

Mighty pretty country

down around there.

Her name is Dominique.

You'll be, uh,

working very closely

with her.

As close as I can get.

Oh, and by the way,

your name will be

James a. Peters.

[Clicking]

Ah!

Matt, now I'm going

to throw you a curve.

And it's a big one.

If you find solaris,

we want you to get him out

if you can, naturally.

But if you can't,

you...

You're gonna have

to kill him.

We can't risk what he knows

getting over to the enemy.

Why do I always get

the fun jobs?

Because you're the only one

I can trust.

Matt, for the first time,

there's been a break

in the security in I.C.E.

There's a traitor among US.

A double agent.

That's why only 2 people

know you're still alive.

Me and the president.

And that's why

you'll be operating

strictly on your own.

You can't even contact me.

You understand?

Right.

Oh, and, Matt, uh,

one other thing.

What I, uh,

what I just said to you

about solaris

applies to you as well.

I don't get you.

Matt, they can brainwash

a vacuum cleaner.

They'd have you

killin' for them,

you wouldn't even know

you were doing it.

So if they grab you,

you get in a jam,

you can't get out...

I understand.

Good boy.

I ain't goin'.

[Tires screech]

[Jet engine roaring]

[Woman speaking French

on P.A. system]

[People chattering]

[Clicking]

Good old Mac.

[Sighs]

[MacDonald]

Put me down!

Mmm?

You don't have time

to sit around drinking.

You've got work to do.

Yes, it's me.

Imagine doin' that

to a beautiful bottle

of booze.

I figured this

was the surest way

to get your orders to you.

Contact Dominique

immediately.

Hotel du gide,

Avenue St. germain.

Ah, shut up!

I'll fix you, boy.

I-I'll join the a.A.,

and you won't have

anybody to talk to.

You say one word

and I'll kill you.

Ah! Now you're talkin'.

[Tires screeching]

♪[Humming softly]

♪[Dean Martin singing

I'm not the marrying kind]

♪ I go my way alone ♪

♪ free and easy

like a rollin' stone ♪

♪ I'm strictly on my own ♪

♪ not the marryin' kind ♪

♪ I'm happy bein' free ♪

♪ no girl's gonna put

a ring on me ♪

♪ that's how it's got to be ♪

♪ I'm not the marryin' kind ♪

♪ I've been known

to run a mile ♪

♪ when they try to lead me

down the aisle ♪

♪ so if you want me

to stay a while ♪

♪ don't start changin'

my style ♪

♪ it's always been my plan ♪

♪ to say single

any way I can ♪

♪ I'm just a happy man ♪

[Woman screaming]

Stop it!

[Laughing]

Stop.

Oh, stop it!

No matter how many times

I stare at the sun

setting on the riviera,

it never fails to excite me.

Especially

if a young girl

with nothing on

is sitting there, too.

You can be such an angel.

And I may arrange it.

[People chattering]

Uh, mister.

Uh, monsieur.

Mister will do.

Oh, got a little fire?

Well, where shall I start?

I never forget a face.

I think I saw you

in a movie, a drive-in.

No. No, I work

in a record shop.

Um, are you a friend

of Dominique's?

Oh, no.

A fellow from the states

asked me to say hello.

Well, I don't think

she's in today.

Oh, no. She's out.

Well, thanks for the light.

Don't mention it.

Um, by the way,

who shall I say was calling?

Oh, uh,

I don't think it would mean

very much to her.

Coco.

Mmm!

It is a beautiful sunset.

Now there's something

for all of US to see.

♪ If you're thinkin'

what I'm thinkin' ♪

♪ we won't have

to say a word ♪

♪ if you're thinkin'

what I'm thinkin' ♪

♪ then your heart's

already heard ♪

♪ when I smile

you know exactly what I mean ♪

♪ if you're thinkin'

what I'm thinkin' ♪

After I graduated Yale,

dad wanted me

to come into the firm,

but I said, "no!

I want to make it on my own."

So he gave me $250,000

in traveler's checks

and here I am.

♪ Nothin' in between ♪

♪ flowers smilin' ♪

♪ raindrops falling ♪

♪ winter turns to spring ♪

♪ when you feel ♪

♪ the way we're feeling ♪

♪ words don't mean a thing ♪

♪ if you're thinkin'

what I'm thinkin' ♪

♪ then you know

the reason why ♪

♪ why the sunset

hugs the ocean ♪

♪ and the treetops

kiss the sky ♪

♪ they're so close ♪

♪ there's room for nothing

in between ♪

♪ if you're thinkin'

what I'm thinkin' ♪

Hi. Still looking, huh?

Dominique

hasn't come in yet.

I don't know

where she is.

This is dancin'?

It's called a discotheque.

Do you want to try?

Well, I don't disc.

Oh!

Whoops!

[Chuckles]

♪[Lively pop music playing]

[Laughing]

Oh, that's great.

And you said

you couldn't dance.

[Whooping]

[Exclaims]

Hey, you'll-- you'll break

somethin'. Up--up--up!

[Whoops]

It's like directing traffic.

No!

No?

[Whoops]

[Suzie shrieks]

Don't you think

we should be

introduced first?

Hey, now

you're swingin', dad.

Dad?

He calls everybody dad.

Don't he know?

It's a wise son

who knows his own father.

The way they're wearin'

their hair nowadays

it's a wise father

who knows his own son.

He came here right from

Dominique's apartment.

He's dancing with a girl now.

No, I have no idea who he is.

Maybe

we'll find out afterwards,

from his widow.

When did you

see her last?

Who?

Whoa!

[Whoops]

You mean Dominique?

I don't know.

Sometime today.

Why?

Well... oh, I've...

Well...

Mademoiselle,

we regret to inform you,

Dominique has been murdered.

Dead?

Yes, mademoiselle.

An American was seen

driving a thunderbird.

[Thumping]

[People clamoring]

I hate a guy

that wears jewelry.

[Speaking in French]

I must-- I must protest.

I must--

hey, hey,

thanks for the help.

Oh, an American?

[Speaking in French]

Yeah. Why?

[Speaking French]

Hey, you speak English?

Very well.

Yes.

You're under arrest.

[Matt speaking French]

[Julian]

That's him. That's the man.

No doubt about it.

You are positive?

Absolutely.

He's the one

we saw leaving

that poor woman's room.

Thank you, monsieur wall.

And you, madame?

Oh, now just

a doggone minute!

I got some rights, too.

I am an American citizen.

We will play

the star-spangled banner

when you're in

the electric chair.

Ah, then I have to stand up.

Madame duquette,

can you identify this man?

She can.

Perhaps. Perhaps not.

Naturally,

one wants to be sure.

A man's life is at stake.

The truth of the matter is,

I was watching the sunset.

No matter how many times,

it never fails to excite me.

I really couldn't be sure.

Oh, you're a sweet, warm,

wonderful human being.

We still have

one more witness.

What is this, bastille day?

You know, where I come from,

I have the right

to be picked out of a lineup.

And so you shall.

[Whistles]

All right,

line up over there.

Don't tell mom about this.

Well, here we are,

Patty, Maxine, and Laverne.

We're ready, captain.

The girl is outside.

[Captain]

Send her in.

She'll never be able

to tell US apart.

Take your time,

mademoiselle.

And do not be afraid.

Who's afraid?

It's not him.

Got a little fire?

It's not him, either.

Are you certain? Look again.

I'm positive.

He's not the one.

[Captain]

How about you,

monsieur orcutt?

I can't tell.

I was underwater

a good deal of the time.

I have never been surer

of anything in my life.

Well, we're very

civic-minded and all that,

but it is getting late,

and if there's nothing else

we can do here...

Good night, captain.

Come along, Julian.

Maybe we can find somebody

for you to run over

on the way home.

Uh, I must ask you

to stay available to US,

monsieur Peters.

Mmm.

Thanks, fellas.

We--we made a great team.

Bonsoir.

Bonsoir, Laverne!

No, I'm Maxine.

That's Laverne.

Arrivederci.

Why did you lie?

I have my reasons.

I don't want him in jail.

The visiting hours

are so inconvenient.

But why did

the girl lie?

I have to talk to you.

Meet me at my place

in an hour. Ok?

Hey, hey, wait a minute.

Hold it. Not so fast,

little girl.

How come in there...

How come?

Well, at the pool today.

When I said thanks

for the light,

you said, "don't mention it."

Yeah?

So I didn't.

I just had to

make sure, Billy.

A person doesn't want

to make a mistake

about something

as important as that.

[Suzie]

Who is it?

Your old dancin' partner.

Come in.

♪[Soft music playing]

Cute place you got here.

I've been waiting for you.

The room service

ain't bad, either.

I, um,

I want you

to come over to my side.

I'll make it

worth your while.

You already have.

[Moans]

She hired you, didn't she?

She had you kill Dominique.

Who?

Coco duquette.

You've done other jobs

for her, haven't you?

Well, if you say so.

Where's Norman?

Norman?

Come on. Come on,

you owe me one.

Norman solaris.

Where is he?

I never heard of him.

All right, get out of here.

Oh, now I know

why you took me off the hook

with the police.

You thought I knew something

about this fellow, solaris.

That's right.

[Matt]

What's he to you?

What's the difference?

Look, coco had something

to do with this.

She's a bad guy,

and she's capable of anything.

And what are you?

You think I'm a murderer,

you lie to the police

on a chance that you'd

find your boyfriend--

he is not my boyfriend!

[Sighs]

Norman solaris is my father.

He's never wanted it known.

Vanity, I guess.

Well, I'm sorry

to disappoint you,

but I don't know

anything about it.

Now you figure it out

for yourself.

If this coco girl

hired me to do the job,

she wouldn't have shown up

at the police station.

And I ain't no murderer.

Now, what makes you

so positive she is?

Jealousy, revenge.

My father and Dominique

were pretty good friends

for a while.

Then coco came along.

Coco wanted him for coco.

She really fell for him?

He was here on vacation.

Vacations end.

Coco didn't want it to.

Look, maybe I'm all wrong.

He can take care of himself.

Only this time...

I don't know.

I've got the funniest feeling

that she's mixed up

in it somehow.

Well, I figure that

if anybody's the heavy,

it's her husband,

that monsieur wall.

They're not married.

You mean they hate each other

like that for nothin'?

She and Julian wall

have been together

for years.

She flaunts

her little side trips

in front of him.

I think it's part

of the arrangement.

Nice people.

[Chuckles]

Rich people.

That island out there,

he owns it.

Shipyards, boats, yachts.

Barges?

A whole fleet of them.

I think I'll come over

to your side.

Well, i--i don't have

very much to offer.

You-you're puttin' me on.

[Chuckles]

I didn't mean...

I didn't think you did.

But we'll think of something.

In the meantime, now,

don't-- don't you go

tellin' anybody

about your family tree,

'cause whoever grabbed him

might grab you.

And if there's any grabbin'

to be done around here...

[Rattling]

I demand an explanation.

What is the meaning of this

nocturnal assignation?

Is he rehearsing

for a play?

I think it's only fair

to advise you, sir,

that I have boxed

3 years for Yale.

Well, I think

that's very sporting of you

to warn me, old boy.

Good night, miss magnolia.

[Laughing]

Good night.

I intend to stand guard here

for the rest of the evening.

Don't look at me.

I'm going out

to place a big bet

on, uh, Harvard.

[Machines rattling]

[Machines whirring]

[Man over P.A.]

Stay where you are.

If you try to escape,

we will shoot.

[Machines rattling]

Well, welcome to Disneyland.

[Julian]

Well, well, well.

Forgive me,

but I don't believe

I got your name

at the police station.

Peters. Jim Peters.

I sell American

postcards. No offense.

Well, what are you

doing here?

To tell you the truth,

i--i was having a barbecue.

I ran out of charcoal.

I am going to keep

doing that

every time I hear

an answer I don't like.

Shall we try again?

What are you doing here?

Oh, I heard, uh, rumors

around the waterfront

and I figured

if I got somethin' on you,

it might be worth money

to somebody.

What rumors?

Oh, about some kind of ore.

Now that was a good answer.

I liked that one.

Hey, I'm glad.

[Clanging]

Now can you give me

one good reason

why I shouldn't drop you

to the pavement?

Certainly:

I'll get killed.

Besides, I can, uh, tell you

where I get all my leads.

Where?

Oh, not while I'm up

in this shovel, mister.

What were you doing

in Dominique avignon's

apartment?

Oh, a fellow in the states,

he gave me her number.

39-26-34.

The girl from the discotheque,

we know you were

in her flat last night, too.

We will have to do

something about her.

Oh, I tried.

Nothing.

[Exclaims]

Well, what do you think?

Shall I?

Why? We can

always kill him.

Your way takes longer.

I think we should

check him out

with our contact

in Washington.

There may be more

to Mr. Peters

than meets the eye.

True.

Although what meets

the eye isn't bad.

Wrap him up.

[Matt]

You I like.

And you,

you'll come along nicely.

[Ship's horn blowing]

Crazy fraternity ring, huh?

Phi beta ripper

or something?

[Engine whirring]

[Revving increasing]

♪[Harmonica playing]

James a. Peters.

Postcard salesman.

[Laughs]

About 6"2', dark hair.

You can reach me later

at headquarters.

That's all.

We thought our

troubles were over

when we got rid

of Matt helm.

Well, maybe they are.

Don't kill him until

we find out who he is.

We don't want to kill

a perfect stranger.

Nobody's perfect.

Dr. Rogas,

have you anything to tell me?

I'm afraid not, sir.

And what about the computers?

Sir, they've tapped

the preliminary formula,

that's all.

We still don't have

the bending principle.

Some garbled equations

are coming out,

but we need solaris himself

to explain them.

And, uh, he still

won't crack.

Then make him crack.

I don't care how you do it,

but make him crack.

Now, that final shipment

of x4 is on its way.

The minute it gets here,

we strike!

We have got to have that beam!

Yes, sir.

No reason we can't

be civilized.

Oh, I never touch the stuff.

Are you sure

you won't join me?

No.

I can't stand

a drink that's hot.

We have no fridge.

I was afraid you were

strictly an iceman.

Oh, icemen are

out of business.

Nowadays they're

using refrigerators

to chill everything.

There are other ways.

See?

[Hissing continues]

Cuckoo.

Coco.

Crazy.

Sometimes.

Bottoms up.

I can hardly wait.

[Exhales]

[Clanging]

You mind

turning off your head?

That's better.

No,

I take it back.

Turn it on again.

Stop!

I ain't as fond of you

as you think.

[Groans]

He's awake.

Bring him up.

On your feet!

[Groans]

You know you're beautiful

when you're angry? Mmm?

[Remote clicks]

[Julian]

There's a whole new breed

of scientists today.

They smoke, drink,

swear, play around,

but they won't answer

one simple little question.

How do you destroy

Washington, D.C.?

I hate you for what

you're doing to him.

Your way didn't work.

You stick to your

television programs,

and I'll stick to mine.

[Man]

The call from Washington, sir.

Good. I'll take

that call in a moment.

Here's where we find out

about Mr. Peters.

[Julian]

Stand right there.

[Clicking]

All right, put that

Washington call through.

[Man]

Hello.

Go ahead.

I have the information

on James a. Peters.

That's not his name.

It's an alias.

His real name is...

[Audio breaking]

Repeat.

His real name is petrone.

Lash petrone. A Chicago hood.

Pretty handy with a gun,

according to his record.

Top torpedo.

Well, what is he doing here?

He can't come back

to the states.

If he does, his ex-wife

slaps him in jail

for back alimony.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Any children?

No children.

2 dogs: The poodle

and the missus.

Well, what about

your organization?

What is happening at I.C.E.?

Some kind of shake-up's

in the works.

MacDonald is on

his way over there.

Be careful.

Well, what for?

I have the protection

of Chicago's top torpedo.

That's all. Thank you.

It would be rather amusing

if Mr. MacDonald

were to be, uh...

Oh, what's the expression?

Uh--uh, r-rubbed out

by a fellow American.

[Laughs]

I think you will enjoy

working in our organization,

Mr. Petrone.

Yeah? What's the pay?

Oh, we'll discuss that

another time.

There won't be

any problem.

There are so many

fringe benefits.

Mmm-hmm.

[Laughing]

Uh, do we have any photographs

of Mr. MacDonald?

I'll look.

Do.

I would like to show them

to Mr. Petrone.

You may take him

back to his room now.

No, you wait here.

I will want you to

run over and check

on that discotheque

a little later on.

Oh, did I tell you?

Since you're already wanted

for one murder,

we didn't think you'd mind

if you were wanted

for another.

That girl. What's her name?

The one you were

with last night?

Suzie?

Uh-huh. Yes.

She is rather naughty,

you know.

And she seems to have

a grudge against coco.

And evidently she knows

a bit too much

about what's going on

around here.

So you have sent her

a little gift today.

Uh-huh.

♪[Lively pop music playing]

Mademoiselle

Susan Hamilton?

Yes.

Oh! For me?

Oh.

Oh, look at this.

It's beautiful.

From Billy?

No. Uh-uh.

"Thanks for last night.

Jim Peters."

Welcome to monte Carlo.

Oh, it wasn't

what you think.

It never is.

Cigarette.

I'd offer you one

but it's the last one I got.

[Grunts]

[Clattering]

Oh, fun.

The jolly green giant.

[Dinging]

[Grunts]

And don't ever let me

do that again.

[Engine whirring]

I forgot to warn you.

I'm the fastest I.C.E.

In the west.

[Dinging]

[Both grunting]

There. You win on a foul.

♪[Music playing]

[Hovercraft droning]

♪[Music continues playing]

[Gulls shrieking]

♪[Music continues playing]

[People screaming]

[Brakes screech]

[People clamoring]

♪[Music continues playing]

[Explosion]

Sorry, frank.

[All screaming]

[Woman]

God! What's going on?

[Woman screaming]

I must vigorously protest!

Me, too. They're

trying to kill her.

Now, give me the keys.

Shut up. Just

give me the keys.

We came

in Suzie's car.

It's over there.

The little black one.

Oh, great.

It has safety belts.

For bullets?

[Suzie groans]

[Engine roaring]

[Tires squealing]

[Siren wailing]

It's all right.

It's the police. We're saved.

Saved? They think

I knocked off Dominique.

I haven't got

time to argue.

[Tires screeching]

[Siren continues blaring]

[Tires screeching]

[Gun fires]

[Bullet whining]

Attention, French police.

Don't shoot.

I've got an innocent girl

in the car with me.

[Siren wailing]

[Tires screeching]

[Gun fires]

That's the French for you.

They don't believe

any girl is innocent.

[Siren stops]

[Brakes screeching]

[Siren resumes blaring]

Well, we lost them.

Now I can sit back

and enjoy the view.

Here, put this on.

I--i guess I owe you

my life. Thank you.

Thank you? That's it?

For your life?

Well, all's well

that ends well.

[Gun firing]

I'm scared.

Oh, good thinkin'.

If you can read this,

you're too close.

[Tires screeching]

Slow down!

Hold on.

[Clicking]

[Cries]

Go ahead, baby,

cry it all out.

Cry it all out.

And to think some guys

can't stand to see a girl cry.

I got to get back

on that island.

You-your father's

very much alive.

And I wanna

keep him that way.

[Sobbing]

Alive?

I don't know exactly

where they're, you know,

keeping him,

but he was breathing.

[Exclaims]

He's alive!

Thank you. Oh, he's alive!

Oh, yeah, he's alive.

Boy, is he alive.

[Kissing]

[Moaning]

[Softly]

Hey. Hey.

[Panting]

You know what I want

you to do for me?

Get me a boat.

Mmm?

[Boat engine droning]

[Clicks]

[Clicking]

[Clicks]

6, 7, 8, 9...

Now you stay

on this boat and you wait.

And if you see

or hear anything

that isn't me

or your father,

you get out and get out fast,

you understand?

Why are you doing this?

I mean, really, why?

Oh,

'cause I'm one of america's

top secret agents

and I don't want b.I.G.O.

To take over the world.

Come on, I'm serious.

You ask a silly question...

Just remember, Suzie,

nobody dies for nothing.

Not me, not

your father, nobody.

Be careful.

Oh, you can do

better than that.

Huh?

[Man]

Yes, Mr. Wall,

the entire shipment

has been delivered.

It is already

being energized.

Good.

This is Julian wall

advising you that

the final shipment of x4

has arrived

exactly on schedule.

It is being processed.

I promise you

that within the hour,

the capital of

the United States

will be destroyed.

[All laughing on screens]

I will keep in close touch

with all of you.

Well, rogas?

Solaris has begun to talk.

Good.

We've learned how

to curve the beams,

but we still don't know

what triggers

the joining mechanism.

What do you mean?

There's one equation missing.

He won't budge.

Well, make him.

He's very weak.

Make him!

I give you one hour.

One hour, Dr. Rogas!

[Beeping]

Halt!

Certainly.

Well, if it isn't

frosty the snowman.

[Laughs]

No, you may not

leave the room.

[Crackling]

What are you,

a traffic cop?

Oh, the pigeons are

gonna love you.

[Chuckles]

I'm terribly sorry,

i--i seem to be lost.

Uh, Mr. Wall sent me to

interview the prisoner.

And I just can't

seem to find my way.

Oh, thank you so much.

Thank you.

Much obliged.

[Clicks]

[Cocking]

[Clattering]

[Gun clicks]

[Matt]

6...

7, 8, 9, 10.

[Gun firing]

[Liquid bubbling]

[Electronic squealing]

[Electricity crackling]

You did a fine job, pal,

but I'm afraid

this is the only

thing that'll get

both of US out of here.

Daddy.

Oh!

What are you doing?

You're trying to kill him.

Penny for your thoughts.

Daddy?

Daddy, are you all right?

[Julian]

Well, well, well...

He has a daughter.

Hmm.

We have been working

on the wrong solaris.

Bring them up.

Now, instead of

being pushed around,

I ought to get a medal.

A medal?

Yeah.

Oh, I knew she was

solaris' daughter.

That's why I saved her life

and brought her here.

I figured she was more

valuable to you alive.

Very good.

I don't believe you,

but very good.

Dr. Solaris,

there seems to be

a missing equation.

Now may we have it?

No.

Oh, come now, doctor.

Men of goodwill have done

a perfectly dreadful job

of running the world.

Perhaps it's time

for a change.

Admit it.

I can't do much worse.

Oh, I think you can.

I have faith in you.

[Man]

Mr. Wall, an urgent call

from our Washington man.

Yes?

We're here in monte Carlo,

MacDonald, the whole group.

I think he's on to something.

Kill him.

What?

Kill them all.

Set up your apparatus

and destroy I.C.E.

I had no chance

to bring the apparatus.

There was no time.

I don't care how you do it.

I want MacDonald dead now.

MacDonald.

Why don't you

let me handle him?

I would,

but I just don't think

you're going to

live that long.

Dr. Solaris.

[Door opening]

She certainly has

good taste.

She picked

my chicest outfit.

Well!

You look stunning.

Thank you.

I believe just a dash of red.

Yes?

Watch the dress.

Well, Dr. Solaris,

in a little while,

Washington traffic

will be at its height.

Operation scorch will kill

a great many people.

We call it

operation scorch.

Catchy title.

It's up to you, doctor.

My colleagues are waiting.

Where do we begin?

Oh, hey. Hold...

You talked me into it.

You--you get MacDonald

on one of those things

and I'll talk to him.

We'll play a little game,

"what's my line?"

May I?

I deal in services and

I'm bigger than a breadbox.

Now, who am I?

He's Matt helm.

Huh? We got a winner.

You are dead.

I'm beginning to believe it.

Look, I'll tell you what,

I'll make a deal with you.

You call off the heat,

I'll call off the I.C.E.

I'll tell MacDonald

you were wiped out.

They'll go on home.

That'll give you more time,

give me more time.

Crazy?

Traitor.

No doubt about it.

I like it.

A call just came in on

our special frequency.

Get it back.

And monitor the call.

If they try to

trace US, jam 'em.

Would you fill this up?

I always like to take

a little straight bourbon

before I talk to Mac,

'cause he

wouldn't recognize me

if I was sober.

[Man]

We're ready

with the call, sir.

One wrong word,

wrong inflection...

Thank you.

Mac, it's Matt.

I got news.

Matt, are you all right?

[Matt]

Oh, couldn't be better.

As a matter of fact,

I'm standing here

having a nice little

glass of bourbon.

[MacDonald]

What's news about that?

Oh, celebrating.

I just thought you'd

like to know that, uh...

Well, mission accomplished.

Solaris alive,

and, uh, happy ending u.S.A.

Great, Matt. Great.

Fill me in.

How was it? Pretty rough?

Well, you know,

it was warm for a while.

What's a little heat

among friends?

I'll tell you all about it.

Ok, Matt.

Good boy. You wind up

things at your end,

and I'll meet you at

the new headquarters.

I'll see you

back in Washington.

Right, bye.

[All]

Congratulations.

Save it. Save it.

Matt helm never took

a drink of bourbon

in his life.

And the new headquarters

are at Baltimore,

not Washington.

He must have said Washington

because that must be the hit.

Give the order

to evacuate Washington.

Now.

Hold it. Hold everything,

just a second.

One other thing.

Matt also said:

"What's a little

heat among friends?"

Mmm?

Heat, heat

among friends.

[MacDonald]

Padgett, Levinson.

Butler, furnas, whitmo--

furnas!

[Glass shattering]

[Beeping]

Well done, Mr. Helm.

There may be a place

in our organization

for you after all.

[Man]

Mr. Wall, Mr. Wall. Urgent.

Yes.

I monitored the call

as you ordered.

Something came in

after you finished.

From furnas.

Well?

I could barely hear him.

He said: "Matt helm's call

was a trick.

"Some kind of code.

MacDonald knows."

He also said: "We won't be

hearing from him anymore."

[Thudding]

Take him.

MacDonald knows, does he?

Well, he's too late.

Dr. Solaris,

are you going to tell US

how to operate your invention,

or would you rather see

your daughter

tortured to death?

The next one will be closer.

[Machinery whirring]

No, it doesn't go

with the outfit.

What a way to finish.

For a guy that drank

booze all his life

to end up

like a milkshake.

[Screams]

[Gasps]

[Julian]

Stay.

I have one spear left, doctor.

Don't tell him.

Don't look and don't tell him.

Wait.

[Machinery whirring]

[Electronic buzzing]

It's all set.

Let her go.

She will be our guest

for a while.

Take her to

the guest quarters.

I'm waiting.

[Buzzing increases]

The beams are on their way.

[Machinery whirring]

Oh, wait a minute.

I wanna watch this.

I want to see him get

what's coming to him.

Well, I don't know.

We better--

please.

He tried to kill my father.

Ok.

It's remarkable equipment.

Dr. Rogas invented it.

I'm his nephew.

Oh!

Please.

When the selenium

rectifier retracts,

the oscillation increases.

You don't say.

It breaks down

the rheostatic vibro-voltage

to a minimal .360

on the oscilloscope.

Cute.

Magnesium transformer.

Multivator circuit,

inverted radium shield.

All absolutely impregnable

against dust, heat, cold,

rust, erosion.

Bulletproof, too.

Wow.

[Banging]

[Electronic squeaking]

[Explosion]

[Explosions sounding]

Attention all power units,

this is Dr. Rogas.

There has been a failure

in the multivator circuit.

Man your respective stations

for an immediate check

of the entire v.T.V.M. System.

The selenium rectifier,

the c.R.T.,

the multivator frequency,

the energized oscilloscope.

I repeat.

The selenium rectifier.

You, you. Cover the door.

I'll finish the job myself.

[Gun clicks]

[Gun fires]

Hey.

Knock it off.

That's what I say,

Charley, knock it off.

[Both grunting]

[Grunts]

Uh, maybe it's this one?

Or this--

no, don't touch that.

That's the magnet.

What?

The magnet.

Oh.

Well, I was only

trying to help.

But don't touch that.

Matt! Behind you.

[Metal dinging]

[Explosion]

[Gun fires]

[Machine gun firing]

The boat! I'll get the boat!

[Gun fires]

[Machine gun firing]

[Machine gun fires]

[Gun clicking]

And now if you'll

excuse me, doctor.

No.

You are right.

[Gun firing]

I give up.

I can't go on.

7, 8, 9...

[Clicking]

Where's wall?

It's no use.

He's controlling the beam

from the hovercraft,

out there.

[Engine whirring]

They're right behind US, sir.

[Explosion]

Well, shoot back.

With what?

Oh, good shot.

[Explosions sounding]

If he aims like

that at Washington,

he'll hit Pittsburgh.

[Explosion sounding]

He's yawing!

I don't feel

so good myself.

Mr. Matt helm.

Our operation scorch

is on its way.

No, nothing can stop it now.

Go ahead and shoot.

I have failed, just shoot.

If you say so.

[Clicks]

[Gun firing]

Clever.

If you say so.

Excuse me.

Who's ahead?

The game is over.

[Glass tinkling]

There they are.

Naturally.

I majored in navigation

while I was at Yale.

It's Billy!

A boat and a helicopter.

I'm sending

all my kids to Yale.

Polka dot shorts!

The only way to fly.

Oh, that was a marvelous

welcome home party.

Yeah, and the party

hasn't even started.

Oh, yeah?

I like being back in america.

I love it.

I love every nook and cranny.

Every hill and Dale.

Easy, I get a little ticklish

west of the Mississippi.

[Laughing]

One thing I really do miss,

though, about monte Carlo,

being able to take

a plunge in the water,

any time, day or night.

♪ I'm not the marrying kind ♪

♪ I've been known

to run a mile ♪

♪ when they try to lead me

down the aisle ♪

♪ so if you want me

to stay a while ♪

♪ don't start changing

my style ♪

♪ it's always been my plan ♪

[Laughing]

♪ To stay single

any way I can ♪

Welcome to the riviera.

♪ I'm just a happy man ♪

♪ I'm not the marrying kind ♪

It's an ambush.

Let's get out of here.

♪ I'm not the marrying kind ♪

♪ it's always been my plan ♪

♪ to stay single

any way I can ♪

♪ I'm just a happy man ♪

♪ I'm not the marrying kind ♪

♪ not the marrying kind ♪

♪ I'm not the marrying kind ♪

Murderers' Row (1966) - full transcript