The Truth About Charlie (2002) - full transcript

A young woman in Paris is about to divorce her husband when she discovers... he's dead; and all their money is gone. She meets a mysterious man, who tells her that the money was really his, and he wants it back, seemingly convinced that she's hiding the cash. Meanwhile, more people end up dead...


I beg you, please. No! No! No!

Hercules, how could you
do that to me? I begged you.

I just couldn't resist.

You couldn't resist?
I don't believe it!

Oh, Sylvia, what am I gonna do?
How can I ever explain it to him?

Well, Regina, break it gently,
then soak him for all he's worth.

Oh, I don't even care about the money.

- All I ever wanted was someone...
- Excuse me.

Does this belong to you?

Now what's he gone and done?

Well, he was creating a fairly
sophisticated surveillance system

behind the ladies' cabanas.

He's completely out of control.
It's all that nascent testosterone.

It's the scourge of the planet,
that stuff. Herky, sit.

Thanks for not turning him in.

Oh, you're welcome.


See you.


- What?
- Nothing.

You called me a quitter.

You give up awful easy.

Yeah. Hi.

I think it's okay to ask your name now that
we're in another country together.

Regina Lambert.

Joshua Peters.


I wanna ask you something real quick

and make it like ripping
off a Band-Aid, okay?


- Go ahead.
- Is there a Mr. Regina?

Not for long.

Your ride didn't show?

Yeah. It's par for the course, I'm afraid.

- Do you need a hand?
- Yes.

Yes, that'd be great. Thank you.


I would invite you in, but it's not...

I get it.

Nice neighborhood. Fancy.


I'm off.

It was a pleasure meeting you,
Reggie. Good luck.

It was really nice meeting you, too.

Something to remember me by.


I've just come back from there. But...

I guess you'll have to read it.
Find out what you've missed.

Maybe next time you're
in Martinique you'll be single.

See you around, Reggie.


It's Regina, but that's okay.






This is your husband?

Monsieur Charles Lambert?

Your husband's body
was found next to the train tracks

just outside of Montpellier.

Were you aware of his departure
from France, Thursday?

Charles travels all the time.

His effects included a one-way
airline ticket from Barcelona

to Caracas, Venezuela.

Also one to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

Does he know anyone in Caracas? In Rio?

Your husband was American?

Wait, no. Wait... No.
Charles is Swiss. Was Swiss.

- His profession?
- Art dealer.

Where is his gallery?

He did most of his work over
the telephone, on the computer.

Okay. Family?

I believe I'm all there is,Commandant.

He was an orphan. An only child.

Charles Lambert...

...was a wealthy man?

We live... Lived quite well.

Why did you say his name like that?

Is this your husband's passport?

I believe so.


You see? Switzerland.


And this?

And this?

And this?

Perhaps I will have that ciggy.

Forgive me, but you are married
only three months?

Is that illegal?

And your marriage, a happy one?

I was about to ask Charles
for a divorce, if you must know.

I see.

How many financial accounts
did you and your husband hold?

Why haven't you found the killer yet?

Where are my belongings?
Where is our furniture?

Why is my apartment empty?
Who tore it apart?

Your husband liquidated
the contents of your flat

through three reputable auction houses
and cashed the proceeds,

roughly the equivalent
of $1.8 million, immediately.

Madame, there is not a trace
of this money anywhere.

La Direction Centrale de la Police
Judiciaire is confident of this.

When we find the money, we find the killer.

Search him.

No. Nothing.

Okay, the cops don't have it,
and Charlie's clean.

Then who the hell's got it?

One Hermes wallet
belonging to Charles Lambert,

containing 1,000 French francs,
1,500 deutsche marks

$300 US, 5,000 pesetas, $50 Caribbean...

The keys to Flat B.

Your residence?

One trousse de toilette

containing the usual items,
including one tube of Topol,

"The smoker's toothpolish."

Mrs. Lambert...


One letter stamped and sealed,

addressed to you.

Addressed to me?

My dear Regina... Today I'm off to Cannes.

Got a lead on a couple of Renoirs,
maybe a Schnabel and a Basquiat.

Can't wait for your return.

Thought you might be amused
by the enclosed clipping.

Love, Charles.

PS. The tailor called. Your dress is ready.

Show me the clipping.

There was none included.

We took the liberty of calling your tailor.

We felt perhaps we'd learn something.

- Did you?
- Yes.

Your dress is ready.

His agenda.

Charles Lambert's last day was busy.

To us, largely meaningless.

"It is your right, as next of kin

"to claim the possessions
of the deceased at this time."

Blah, blah, et cetera, et cetera.
If you will sign...

Your cooperation today will be noted.


Commandant Dominique,
do you actually believe

I had something to do
with my husband's death?

Madame, I'm sorry, but professionally

I'm obliged to accept that possibility.



Your husband. Reggie, I'm so sorry.

You terrified me.

I'm awfully sorry.
I saw it on the news tonight.

This is the most horrific day of my life.

What a nightmare.

I've got to get out of here.

Next thing I know, caution's
obviously been thrown to the winds.

We're at the Portabella
retrospective in Berlin,

visiting his old friends

in Uganda, Sarajevo, Montreal.

Impulse marriage
at the Chelsea Registry Office.

It was... It was all so exciting,
so promising at first.

The whirlwind romance, move to Paris.

And then...

Then it seems like
he's always off on business.

I'm mostly alone in this huge flat.

And now...

And now...

Now, I'm slightly drunk, I'm afraid.

- You're a good listener.
- No.

You're a good talker.

Have you ever been in
love in Paris, Joshua?

I can't say that I've had
that pleasure, Reggie.

Well, you're still young.

Maybe you still have a chance.

That'd be nice.

Ah, yes, a bed. Thank God.

Thank you.

You are welcome.

- Sweet dreams, then.
- What?

I'm gonna crash. Room 28,
second floor, if you need me.

Sleep well, okay?

Oh! Charles' bag.



Good night, Reggie.

It's Regina, you know.
Nobody calls me Reggie.

Nobody at all, huh?

Not till now, anyway.



- Bonsoir.
- Bonsoir.



For me? Do something for me?

Okay, I won't.

Sure thing.

May I ask what's up here,Commandant?


And already you're moving her
into your hotel, tucking her in at night?

It's kind of a damsel-in-distress thing.

Yes, I know.

Slain husband, missing money.

- Cops breathing down her neck.
- Exactly.

And now the mysterious stranger.

Okay, fine. You're here on holiday?

Actually, I live here off and on.

She's a real beauty, isn't she?

I suppose she is, yes.

I always wonder with a woman like that,

what kind of guy
actually gets to go to bed with her.

In this case, a dead one, I guess.

Surely you're not suspicious
of her,Commandant?


She just doesn't seem like the type.

Which type is that?

The murdering type?


I'll take that, Mrs. Lambert.

- Mr. Bartholomew?
- How do you do?

- Wait here, Pierre?
- Yes, sir.

Sorry our first meeting has to take place
under such unhappy circumstances.

We have a great deal to cover,
and I'm on a bit of a tight schedule today.

How are you holding up, Mrs. Lambert?

I'm bewildered, to tell you the truth.

French police been bothering you?

They seem to think I had something
to do with this hideous...

I'm afraid we can't interfere there.
Not just now, anyway.

But 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 ODC.

The what?

The most secure talk space in town.

The ODC.

Office of Defense
Cooperation, Mrs. Lambert.

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

Now, Mrs. Lake, look at this photograph

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 know that $6 million
is a significant amount of money...

$6 million?

- Is that what this is about?
- Correct.

I want to make it 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 involved,
you're absolutely bonkers.

- You're already involved, 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,

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.

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?

Here's my direct cell line.

Don't lose it, Mrs. Lambert.
Call me any time, 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 decent person.
It's a rare quality, nowadays.

Tough situation you're in here.
I feel for you.

God bless.

His agenda.

Charles Lambert's last day was busy.

To us, largely meaningless.


8, rue des Rosiers, Clignancourt.

The flea market.


Four. Okay.

Nine. So then it must be...


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.

- I thought you 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?



We earned that money.

We want it.

We deserve 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
get in your cab, back in town.

I followed. Almost lost
you a couple of 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 the 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.

I'll get my messages, then I'll get
that stuff from my room.

- I'll meet you upstairs?
- Okay.

Have a good look.

I think you have something
that belongs to me.

In here?

- Joshua!
- Wait!

- Get your filthy...
- I just want to open the bag!





- Wait!
- Go!


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.

Il-Sang Lee.

Lola Jansco.

All three very dangerous,
highly capable individuals.

It's absolutely imperative
that I see you as soon as possible.


Coming! I've got to go.

- Please use extreme caution.
- Yes, I will. I promise.

Everything all right?

What about you?

- Might be a bit wrinkled.
- My dress.

- You okay now?
- Oh, I'm still shaking.

- What happened? What did you do?
- Ah, nothing much.

I don't think he'll be bothering
you anymore, though.

How are you doing?

You know what's wrong with you?


Absolutely nothing.

I feel a little funny about this.

My kisses are funny?


Are you hungry?


- Great.
- I'm starving.

I got lots to eat.

I'm gonna shower first.


Just make yourself at home, okay?


How'd you know about those people today?

- What?
- Those three.

And the missing money?

Where did you find out about all that?





I'm afraid I can't tell you.

I promised.

Promised? Who?

I'm sorry.

I want you to hear this.


It's Aznavour. You know him?

- Shoot the Piano Player, right?
- Exactly.

- Hello?
- Hello, Mrs. Lambert.

Don't hang up on me.

Look, I'm sorry about the elevator.

- I have nothing to say to you.
- Reggie?

- We've gotta talk.
- Who is it?

It's the guy from the elevator.

What? Give me the phone.

Wait, is that Dyle there?

- Who?
- Mr. Dyle?

Has he laid his little Charles Aznavour
routine on you yet?

What's he saying?

Yeah, that's right.

Okay, nobody wants to hurt you.

Reggie, what did he say?

All we want is what's ours.
We know that you have it.

Dyle's not to be trusted.

He wants your money. He'll do anything.

What did he say?

That if I don't give him
the money, he'll kill me.

Why would he kill you? He's just
saying it to scare you, that's all.

As long as they think you have the money...

Then why is Charles dead?

He obviously knew where that money is.

Reggie, listen. I'm on your side.

I wish you'd tell me everything you know,
promises or no promises.

I could be of some help.

I think you'd better go, Joshua.

I'm afraid I've lost my appetite.


I'm very tired.

I understand. It's been a long day.

Please, I really need to think.

Just remember, I'm on your side.



You people want to get rich or not?

Don't get all rhetorical on us now.

Hey! Answer my question! Rich or not rich?

Does she have the money or not, Dyle?

- I think she does.
- Here's my problem.

You say there was nothing
with Charlie in the train,

his bags and his clothes, whatever.

But size up, Dyle. It's all smoke.
You got zero credibility around here.

You're right, Lola. I
already got what I want.

Yet I choose to subject myself
to this bullshit anyway.

You just want to get in her pants, anyway.

Zadapec, I'm not touching your
psychodrama in the elevator just now

and your crazed little phone call.

You know what, Dyle?

One more little crazed phone call,

this time to the Paris Police Department,
and they have Charlie Lake's killer,

isn't that right?


Don't forget that, the next time
you come waltzing in here.

Don't forget that for a minute.

All high and mighty,
like you're God's gift to us.


He's right, buddy.

No more loose cannon stuff, okay?

We are stuck with him for the time being.
And he is stuck with us.

Cool, Zad?

Okay, maniac?

The only way this works is if she
trusts me. Lose that, end of story.

Hey, Zadapec,
your phone call really spooked her.

I want you to tell me
exactly what you said.

Well, you're not gonna like it.

Mr. Bartholomew?

Are you there, Mr. Bartholomew?

- What's going on?
- Mr. Bartholomew.

- Yes.
- Who is Dyle?

What about Dyle?

- The man in the elevator.
- Zadapec?

He called Joshua Peters "Dyle."

Zadapec called Peters "Dyle"?

- Tell me about him.
- Dyle?

- Now.
- Okay, all right.

Okay, Carson J. Dyle.

Major, Special Forces.

Highly decorated in the
Gulf War, Mogadishu.

Then he drops out.
Head-honchos Global Options,

the top-drawer service outfit of
the '90s, till his untimely demise.

- Demise?
- Death.

I know what demise means,
Mr. Bartholomew.

Carson Dyle was terminated in 1998
by Eastern European militia

near the former Yugoslavian border,
40 kilometers east of Sarajevo.

No, wait!

Dyle worked with Charles? He knew Charles?

Unfortunately for Dyle, yes.

In '98, Dyle mounted a special ops unit

for a high-level, covert hostage
extraction on behalf of the ODC.

In those days the ODC couldn't deal
directly with outside contractors.

That's where your Charlie Lake came in.
He was an independent facilitator.

The ODC would put him on
the research payroll for a limited time.

He would book the professionals,
negotiate with the adversaries,

wrangle all the slimy details.

Your husband brokered the deal to go in,

transfer the assets, and get our man out.

Keep going. I'm with you.

The unit
choppered in, accompanied by Charlie,

transporting $6 million

in internally flawless
Eppler-cut diamonds as ransom.

They were ambushed shortly after landing.

Carson Dyle and most of the Global Options
team were totally decimated.

Cut to ribbons. Never had a chance.

Your husband and the three from the photo

were the only ones to make it out alive.

We believe those four stashed the diamonds

with plans to return
and claim them for themselves.

How did Charles manage to...

The four of them lied during
the inquiry and waited.

We believe Charlie Lake broke from
his agreement with the others,

recovered the diamonds on his own,
and completely vanished.

And maybe Carson Dyle lived.

Trust me, Mrs. Lambert.

Carson Dyle is dead.

You've got to find out what you can
about your enthusiastic new friend Peters,

or Dyle, or whatever his name is.

We need to know
how he fits into the equation.

Mr. Bartholomew,
I already told you my great goal

is for far less involvement
in this sordid mess, not more!

I was wrong about you, Mrs. Lambert.

Meeting the widow of a man like Lake?

I was expecting

a siren, a harpy, a shrew.

But you have decency, dignity.

What my father used to call gumption.

I'm very touched.

You are actually quite sweet for a
stars-and-bars company man, aren't you?

You've discovered my secret side,
Mrs. Lambert.

Keep it under your hat.


She left this for you, Mr. Peters.


- Is he an American?
- Yes, he is.

One moment, please. I'll try to find out.

My God. You are Dyle!

- Reggie?
- It's the only name I've got!

Reggie, we need to talk.

I've never been so betrayed
and humiliated in all my life!

I had to make sure that
you weren't involved.

You had to make sure I wasn't involved?

No, no, that's not what I meant.

You're meant to be dead,monsieur.

I do owe you an explanation.

Reggie, my name is Alexander Dyle.
Carson was my brother.

Shake hands. How do you do?

You have got to be joking!


- It's Regina!
- I can explain everything!

- Monsieur Philippe!
- Reggie, wait!

Please, you got to listen to me!


Charles and the three
people following you...

They betrayed Carson. They stole
the money he was entrusted with.

I'm trying to get to the truth
by conspiring with them.

How noble of you
to embrace their techniques.

I'm sorry, really,
about your brother and everything,

but give me a break.

Reggie, I hate that
you're caught up in this.

But at the same time I'm glad,
because it means that we've met.

I liked Joshua Peters.

And now he's gone.

Stay here in Paris, Reggie. With me.

Don't buy that ticket.

What do you think?

This is the last call...

Did you mean what you said in the taxi?

Everything. Which part?

The part about that you're really, really

glad that you met me,
or something like that.


That's sweet,


But I'm still going to London.


No, you're not.

You're not going anywhere, Reggie.


Cardiac arrest.

Sudden death syndrome.

Our preliminary forensic report.

And nobody wants to offer me
a more complicated explanation?



A word with you alone.

The rest of you may leave.

Commandant, I was hoping
to remain here with Madame Lambert.

You, especially,monsieur, may leave.

I was hoping
that I could be of some assistance.

Merci, monsieur. Au revoir.

It's okay.

You said yesterday
that your husband was an orphan.

An only child.

That's right.

A woman showed up at
the morgue early this morning

from the provinces, Rully.

She identified your husband's corpse

as her unmarried son.

Charles du Lac.

Du Lac?

Du Lac...

Lake, Charlie Lake.

The old woman said
her husband beat her son

and her without mercy every day

until one evening the father fell
to his death from a bedroom window.

Fourteen-year-old Charles
left home the next day.

She's seen him only occasionally
in the years since then.

Why are you telling me all this?

The woman seemed quite deranged.

I worry for her.

She's convinced you are
responsible for her son's death,

the missing money.

Well, there should be a club.

Unfortunately, she's already
on a train back to Rully.


Regina, I trust you.

You're not a suspect here.

But I do believe you can
lead us to the killer.

And I very much want your help.


Please, Regina, call me Jeanne.


I trust you, too.

You will cooperate?

If it means getting to the truth, yes.

Exactly what kind of cooperation
did you have in mind, Jeanne?

Whatever it takes to help us
find out everything possible

about your mysterious Mr. Peters
and his friends.

Whatever it takes?

I'm asking you to find out
everything you can, Regina.

Open up. Dig deep.

Just be very, very careful.

Okay, everybody.

The moment you've all been waiting for.

Charlie's last day.

You, too, Alex. Dive in.

Okay, here's Charlie's letter.

You satisfied?

Tell us about Sarajevo, Mrs. Lake.


How did you know about...

I mentioned you told me
a little about your travels.

Mrs. Lambert...

Carson Dyle was terminated in 1998
by Eastern European militia

near the former Yugoslavian border,
40 kilometers east of Sarajevo.

You've got nothing to hide, Regina.

You can tell them about Sarajevo.

What about Sarajevo?

Tell us about your border
crossings, customs checks,

any chance encounters.

We need to know everything about Sarajevo.


I'll start from the beginning.

Very good, Mrs. Lake.

Bon appetit.

Is that table reserved for them?

They don't know about this place.

Oh, you didn't tell them we were coming?


Unlike everything else about us,
what I confided in you,

et cetera, et cetera.

Reggie, what did the cop want
when she asked you to stay?

She doesn't seem
to like you very much, Alex.

Am I still allowed to kiss you?


That's nice.

Really nice.

There's one other thing.

Which is?

I told them it was me who killed Charles.

Why would you say a
terrible thing like that?

Okay, Reggie, I'm gonna ask you again.

This person you don't
want to tell me about...

What do they know about Charles?

I don't want to play that game anymore.

I don't want to play any games anymore.

I never break a promise.

Charade d'amour for you and me, cherie.

Heartbreaking, such killing melody.

Come on and dance with me tonight.

Come on, let's fight the devil

of deception.

Let's dance the tango romance.

Listen, Regina

I've really gotten to like you.
I think you're very special.

Yeah, I'm sure.

- "Now, can I have that money?"
- Right. So, hand it over.

I couldn't stand you when I first met you.

I thought you were so stuck up.

But now I've got a crush on you.

Shucks, girl!

Watch out for Dyle, Regina. I mean it.

Putting in some overtime,Commandant?

I see I'm not the only one.


Let's dance the tango romance.

You better back off, Lola!

Did you tell her who
killed Charlie yet, Dyle?

- Back off, Lola!
- You back off!

Heartbreaking, such killing melody.

Come on and dance with me tonight.

Come on, let's fight the devil

of deception.


Let's dance the tango romance.







Lola, you hold on.

- There's help coming.
- Dyle.

No, no, no, Lola.

He didn't really kill Charles.
He just told you that, I promise.

Dyle. Dyle.


We were entitled
to a share of those diamonds

after what we went through,

Mrs. Lake.

She said, "Dyle."

That's the last thing she said.

- Reggie, I...
- Yeah, yeah.

And in the club she said,
"Watch out for Dyle."

- Reggie.
- Alex...

Why have you never gone
to the police with your suspicions?

Your brother's death? Those three? Charles?

I guess I want that money, too.

This is very illuminating.

I'll see you tomorrow?


It's Saturday.

Charlie's last day.

Good night.

Good night, Reggie.

"My dear Regina... I'm off today to Cannes.

"Got a lead on a couple of Renoirs,
maybe a Schnabel and a Basquiat.

"Can't wait for your..."

- I've got it.
- What?

What have you got?

- I know.
- Why didn't I think of that?

Listen, Lieutenant Dessalines will be over
in 10 minutes to get you.

We've got some work to do.

I'll get my people ready and see you
at headquarters in half an hour, okay?


12:00 noon.

8, rue des Rosiers, Clignancourt.

The flea market.

Over there.
Let's go up there and take a look.

- Fancy meeting you here.
- Hi.

You find what you're looking for, Alex?

Reggie, you've found something,
haven't you?

Well, well, well.

The gang's all here.

What's left of it, anyway.

Yes, just a little.

Also some Japanese, Mandarin.

Tragic history,monsieur.

Mr. Hyppolite's place.

He made a great fortune last week.

He was retiring.

Going to see the world.


Next day,

he was dead.

What did he sell?


he traded in postage stamps.


Yes. The collectors called him.

"The Seeker."

He could find anything for you

if you could afford.



What's he doing, Reggie? Where's he going?

- Where's he going?
- I don't know! Alex!

Get your hands off me.

- Stamps!
- What are you doing?

Reggie, where is it? Where's Charlie's bag?

- Where is it?
- What?

The envelope!

The stamps!


Watch out!


Where is everybody?



Oh, no.

It's not here, is it?

You killed him.

- Of course I didn't.
- You're a murderer!


Reggie, don't be ridiculous!


Reggie, wait!

Mr. Bartholomew!

It's okay, you're safe now.

Are you armed, Mr. Bartholomew?

- At all times, Mrs. Lambert.
- Thank God!

- Well, this is convenient.
- This is him!

Joshua Peters, Alexander Dyle,
whoever he is!

- You have the assets, Mrs. Lambert?
- Wait a minute.

The assets?
Reggie, is this who you've been...

No. Yes!

So, my long lost and nonexistent
kid brother Alex,

AKA Mr. Bartholomew.

Nice to meet you.


I've never seen a ghost before.

Pleasure's all mine.

What's going on here?

Reggie, my name is Lewis Bartholomew.


I'm a special investigator for the United
States Office of Defense Cooperation.


Your secret partner here is the real Dyle.

Carson Dyle.

Mrs. Lambert, I am Carson Dyle.

Obviously, I didn't die in Yugoslavia.

Came mighty close, though.

When I asked you about Dyle,
you were describing yourself.

That's correct, Mrs. Lambert.

I was shot up pretty bad.

Totally incapacitated.

Check on Dyle!

Unlike the others,
Charlie knew I was still alive.

He's dead!

- Chief!
- Chief!

But he told them I was dead.

Dyle is dead!

He took the money and ran.

A farmer and his family found me.

He was a Muslim, his wife, Christian.

They hid me, got me to a hospital

where a great little lady doc
put me back together.

And you've been tracking
Charlie Lake ever since.

I located him in Paris,
reinvented as Charles Lambert.

He got wind of you?

I always told myself I'd give
Charlie the benefit of the doubt.

I wouldn't kill him if
he gave back the money.

So long as he didn't lie.

And you did kill him?

He did lie.

Charles never told
the truth about anything.

None of you do!

So, Dyle...

I'm really moved that you want
the ODC to get their money back.

I always complete my assignments.

However, we still don't have
the missing funds,

and you've got blood all over your hands.

Is your intention to arrest me?


One of eight known remaining

inverted US Teddy Nickels, XF grade, 1928.

The legendary Algerian Oran 60.

Original slash mark intact, 1952.

And the true masterpiece,

the mahogany Urate Lornis,
Madagascar, 1906.

The most valuable postage stamp
on the face of the earth.

There you are, investigator.

My work is done.

Just hand that over now, Reggie.
It's US government property.


I don't believe you just did that.

I do. Whoa!

Carson Dyle?


You look like hell, Il-Sang Lee.

Here for you, chief.


Mr. Dyle!

Question, okay?

You didn't happen to bump into Zadapec

on the 11:20 to London yesterday, did you?

Check on Dyle!

Dyle is dead!


Chief! CHARLIE: He's dead!

That is correct.

I see.

Were you outside the Tango Palace
when Lola bought it?



That was most unfortunate.

You've lost a lot.

None of it's coming back.

What's your point, Bartholomew?

You still have your honor, Carson.

I've got a suggestion.



Put 'em down!


See you in court,Commandant.

It will be my pleasure.

You are under arrest
for the murder of Charles Lambert.


Morning, Ernie.

Good morning, Mr. Bartholomew.

Bonjour, Mr. Bartholomew.

Here are your messages.

Your mom called.

Hey, is that for me?

Is everything okay, Mr. B.?

Ms. Hoskins...

Yes, sir?

Some tea, please.

- Coming right up, sir.
- Thank you.

Hey, boss.

How are you, chief?

Good job, guys.

I'm sorry, Mr. Bartholomew.

She's okay.

Come in, please.

Well, well, well.


You can call me Lewis.

This is for you, Lewis.

My late husband's minor fortune.

But before? The fire?

Laser copies.

Courtesy of Commandant Dominique.

Thank you, Reggie.

- I'm not a thief.
- I know.

So long, Lewis.


You give up awful easy, don't you?

Not really.


Don't go.

I hated deceiving you. I'm so sorry.


All that time, you should have trusted me.

Revealing my true identity
was never an option, Reggie.

But I never tried to hide
my feelings for you.

Lewis, what are you really like?

There's only one way to find out.

Why should I?

Because I love you.


I love you, Reggie.

You've got to be kidding.

No, never.

You're luckier than you realize.


Because I was about to walk out
of your life for good,

and the crazy thing is...


I would have regretted that
for several weeks probably.

It's the devil and hell
Sharing games that we play.

But it's heaven as well
That the gods send our way.

When you love me.

An eclipse of the moon
As we storm on the sands.

It's the wild ocean spume
Come to die in your hands.

When you love me.

For you touch every sense
With your body on mine.

So in tune and intense
As we breathlessly climb.

Okay. Who did that to you?


When you love me.

It's the cry in the night
Of your loving lament.

Dying soft in the light
When all passion is spent.

In the joy of surrender.

When you love me.

When you love me.

When you love me.

When you