It Takes a Thief (1968–1970): Season 2, Episode 2 - A Sour Note - full transcript

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[Music]

I don't understand Mr. Kratz,
exactly what do you suspect me of?

Calm down Mr. Harris, we know
exactly who you are and who you work for.

I'm John T. Harris
and I work for the Little

Wonder Can Opener
Company at Peoria, Illinois.

Now if you'll excuse me.

[Music]

Good, very good. But
I still say it's a shame

to do a thing like that
to a new automobile.

Satisfactory Mr. Schroeder?

Eminently. Be sure
something at least as sorrow



happens to any other
S.I.A. agent comes to close.

[Music]

[Music]

Oh look Al, I'm not asking you to spy.
Just asking to steal.

[Music]

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Just like this?

Exactly, only larger of course.
No combination dial, no keyhole, no handle.

It was designed not to look like a safe.

How do you get in?

You're the talent, you tell me.



Torch maybe?

No, papers inside. You might destroy them.

Well that rules out nitro too.

Right, we want those papers.

Electrical impulses maybe?
Sound patterns possibly? Pressure?

I don't know. We've never had a
close enough look at the original.

Where is the original?

In a villa, diamond house down the coast
near Rome. Owned by Luigi Di Montelli.

I don't hear any bells ringing. Who is he?

It's who his father was that counts.

Who was his father?

Arnolfo Di Montelli.
At one time chief liaison

officer between fascist
Italy and Nazi Germany.

Di Montelli, that name's not in my book.

Well maybe this name is in your book.
Karl Moller?

Oh, big time Nazi war criminal.
Missing since the war, right?

Very right, only not missing anymore.

You found him?

We think so. We're not sure.

One of my best men, John Harris,
was on the verge of finding out.

Was?

That's right.

John Harris?

Harris.

Murdered?

I'd bet on it.

Where does that leave you?

Only with the safe you're after.

We think what's in it
will give us the proof we need.

Proof of
Moller's new identity.

Any pictures of Moller?

There aren't any. Or
any other identification.

Except possibly
what's in that safe.

Moller skipped out of Germany in the
last days with 300 million dollars in gold.

Mostly confiscated American
money. Corporate funds,

gold reserves. Naturally
we'd like that back.

I wouldn't mind getting
some of that myself.

But money or not, we want Moller.
That's the most important thing.

The man we think is Moller
calls himself Schroeder.

A millionaire industrialist in South
America. Right now he's in Rome.

This is Luigi Di Montelli.

Well he doesn't look too tough.

He isn't. His people are.

All right. How does he figure?

Di Montelli inherited all his
father's documents when he died.

Among them we figure
proof of Moller's new identity.

Listen, 10 years ago
Di Montelli was making

his living selling dirty
postcards to tourists.

Well today he's a wealthy man.
We figure Moller's been paying him off.

If Moller is so formidable, why hasn't
he tried to get the evidence back?

Well he's been trying
to all right, but this is

the reason why he hasn't
been able to pull it off.

Tonio Boselli, former
fascist secret police.

Runs security at Diamond House.
Tough, sharp and deadly.

He's hired some pretty good boys.
He'll be your biggest problem.

Let me get this straight.
You want me to crack this Italian Fort Knox

and open up a safe which
apparently can't be gotten into, right?

That's right.

How do you expect me to do that?

Well let me give you
a hint. Di Montelli might

possibly be the world's
greatest opera buff.

His all-time hero is Caruso.

Mine's Elizabeth Taylor, but
there's no accounting for taste.

Give me another one.

Okay, let me see.
Girls are his second grade enthusiasm.

Oh well that makes it easier.

Now all I have to do is be a luscious
looking girl who sings like a female Caruso.

No, don't worry. We've got her.
Angela Funello.

Oh, the current hotshot
at the Metropolitan.

Yeah, that's right.

I read about her. Is it true?

Everything.

Prima Donna first class.
The biggest publicity hound in the world.

The most temperamental
top blower since Vesuvius.

That's a pretty accurate description.

Well let's see now.
You'll be met by the press at Rome

and you'll be picking reporters and
paparazzi out of your hair for hours.

Look, no, I don't really think that...

All of Italy will know she's there.
We hope so will Luigi Di Montelli.

With all that's going
on, the least I need is...

Our hope is that he's going
to send you an invitation.

A dizzy, publicity hungry, impossible,
egomaniacal female...

Have a good flight.

What do you expect me to do, Noah?

You'll manage. I know you.

I think the two of you
ought to get along famously.

[Music]

You're every bit as
lovely as your pictures.

I know.

And you sing too. Amazing.

Have you heard me?

Oh yes, once or twice.

And?

You're good. Very good.

There's none better.

Not at the moment.

Are you what they said you are?

There's none better.

You don't look like one.

You want me to wear a mask?

Well, you know music, you
seem to have a good education.

Well, in my league we
don't use a Blackjack.

A little Polish, a little poise, you know?

And a high opinion of yourself.

Well, the feeling is mutual.

Mr. Mundy, I shall allow you to pose
as my vocal coach and my manager.

I shall follow your orders
because I love my country

within the strict limitations of
this very unpleasant assignment.

But make no mistake, I do not
admire your particular talents.

That's odd. I admire yours.

I am a singer. Kindly treat me like one.

Groovy.

I said I was a singer.

I thought you said swinger.

[music]

She's staying in Rome alone.

Is she going to sing?

Will she be at La Scala?

Does she like Rome?

Does she sleep in pajamas?

Does she love Italy?

Does she like Italian men?

Love Italy.

Momento, por favore. Momento, gentlemen.

Signorina Angela Agnolino
has asked me to tell you that

she loves Italy, adores
Rome, but she is here to rest.

Oh, yes, a quiet little villa
somewhere by the sea.

With congenial friends.

Oh, and I do sleep partly in pajamas.

Which part, signorina?

The collar.

[laughter]

All of Rome is at your feet, diva.

Will you sing for us?

Yes, please sing.

[chatter]

Signorina will not sing.

Later.

Well, perhaps you'd like to
hear about my early years.

[chatter]

I remember my sass-vocal coach fainting
with joy when he heard this glorious voice.

Angela, he's my favorite.

Here, Vex, this is for you.

A voice like yours has never
been heard this side of heaven.

Signorina.

Oh.

They've gone.

You can stop now.

Well, where'd they go?

Out.

Don't you think you'd better get your rest?

I hadn't finished.

We didn't come here for publicity.

I hadn't told him about all
those years in the conservatory.

Well, you could always send him a postcard.

Well, you know, if the press wants
to interview me while we're here,

I don't see why we can't
spare a few moments for them.

Diva, everybody in Italy knows you're here.

From now on, we've got to be selective.

[knock on door]

Momento.

Excuse me.

[door opens]

Grazie.

Now the concierge puts
his service on the bill.

Thank you.

For me.

Well, they can't be for me.

Lucky Luciano's been dead for years.

Bingo.

Three bars and jackpot.

What?

Listen to this.

Beloved Diva, make
the heart of this adoring

worshiper fill with joy by
accepting this invitation

to be his guest at Diamond
House tomorrow if the gods smile.

Luigi Di Montelli.

Oh, those impetuous Italians.

Di Montelli?

Well, isn't that the man?

The very man.

In the palpitating, breathless flesh.

Ah, but first a few days on the Via Veneto.

The crowds, the bright lights, huh?

Sounds wonderful.

And then we'll stay?

No.

Oh.

Luigi Di Montelli worships
the ground that you walk on.

Oh, everybody does.

He's not bad looking.

And he's very rich.

Well.

I understand that his house guests
are among the most talented in Europe.

You would be their queen.

I would, wouldn't I?

The villa would shine with your radiance.

True.

We'll accept.

I'll call him immediately.

You know, I'm beginning
to think I misjudged you.

Oh, people frequently do.

You do have taste.

Impeccable.

I find you beautiful.

Of course, Mr. Mundy.

Do tell Luigi the diva would be delighted.

But now I must rest.

I really am so weary.

Oh, if that's the press, tell them later.

Oh, yes.

Excuse me.

Where is she?

Where is the diva?

Ah!

Bella diva.

Glorious woman.

Ah, such beauty, such
elegance, such radiance.

Together we shall--
Who does your hair last?

Phyllis Diller?

Mr. Mundy, who is this man?

Come on.

Forgive me.

I am Gino de Roma.

Gino de Roma, hairdresser to queens.

And no one else shall touch
that glorious head while Gino lives.

I shall lift it.

I shall glorify it.

I shall work miracles.

Gino, easy on the merchandise.

Are you the Gino of Rome?

Si, I am queen of my heart.

And wherever you go, I shall
be by your side every moment.

Oh, Mr. Mundy, Gino is the most
famous hairdresser in all the world.

In the known world.

Oh.

I am yours to command,
oh Princess of my soul.

Gino, the signorina and I are going
away for a few days to the country.

I shall go with you.

I insist.

For anyone else to touch the glorious
head would be crime against humanity.

Oh, Mr. Mundy, you know he is right.

Angela, we have certain restrictions.

No Gino, no weekend in the country.

You would leave Roma without Gino?

It's catastrophe.

Look, Angela-- Mr. Mundy,
I have made up my mind.

Gino goes or I do not.

You hear that, God?

A queen walks amongst us.

Signorina, Funello invites you, Gino, to
spend a few days with us at Diamond House.

Ah.

I shall try to break away.

Ah.

Belle facce.

Ah.

Si.

Molto facce, signorina.

I shall go with them to Diamond House.

Once inside, I shall have no problems.

Good.

But keep in mind that both Mundy
and the girl are American agents.

You may have to kill them
before you are through.

No problems, signore.

I have not killed anyone in several
weeks, but I do not forget how.

Si.

Ciao, patroni.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Buongiorno.

Ah, buongiorno.

Buongiorno.

May I present signorina Angela Funello.

I've always loved these
quaint little Italian cottages.

Signorina Diamondelli has, of
course, been expecting the diva.

He will be overjoyed.

Your things will be taken to your quarters.

If you will follow me, please.

Grazie.

[OPERA PLAYING]

Enter.

Signorina Diamondelli, the
divine diva, signorina Funello.

Signor Diamondelli.

Oh, glorious one, divinity.

Welcome to my humble home.

Oh, thank you for
your very kind invitation.

And very welcome invitation.

Signore, signore.

Mundy.

Alberto Mundy, my personal
manager and my dear, dear friend.

Ah, delighted.

Oh, beloved one, all my home, all my
wealth, all my possessions belong to you.

You have but to ask.

Antonio, the diva's quarters, have they
been-- The imperial suite has been prepared.

Signora Mundy has her room down the hall.

Signora Diamondelli, signorina Angela,
she travels with quite an entourage.

Her own hairdresser,
private maids, chauffeurs.

They shall all be cared for.

Thank you, very kind.

Now, signorina, you
will-- You must sing for us.

Not now, of course.

Now you must rest, but you will sing.

Well, how could I refuse
such an earnest request?

Oh, I see you're a great admirer of Caruso.

The greatest man who ever lived.

Yes, a great singer, but-- But
not the greatest man in history.

A giant, a colossus.

This, my home, is flooded with him.

His voice, his presence.

He stayed here once, four
blessed days, in bed with a cold.

Uh, the music.

Is it always Caruso?

In your honor, of course.

We shall play some of your own recordings.

But when we are not blessed
with a presence such as yours,

only the glorious voice of
the great Enrico is heard here.

Signora di Montelli.

The signorina has had a
long trip, 50 kilometers by car.

And I think she needs
a rest, don't you, dear?

Oh, but of course.

Please, forgive me.

Your room's awake, if I want.

Oh, the other guests will
be-- Oh, yes, the other guests.

Ah, a modest, modest group.

The conductor of the Royal Philharmonic,
the president of the Paris Opera,

several American movie
stars, the usual, you understand.

But you, you have made my home a festival.

Oh, you are such a charming man.

Joseph will show you to your rooms.

And thank you, thank you.

Thank you.

And anything in this world your
heart desires, you have only to ask.

Oh, thank you, Luigi.

Grazie.

Luigi.

She called me Luigi.

Very pretty.

Oh, a vision, Antonio.

And a talent.

A great voice, a soaring bird.

But the man with her, Mundy.

I hardly noticed him.

I did.

He seemed very interested in that safe.

We both know Schroeder is in Rome.

And that he is after the documents.

I cannot take any chances.

Antonio, nonsense.

He was attracted by the
bust of the great Enrico.

Perhaps.

Still, I shall watch.

They are my guests.

Signore, I am hired to protect
the contents of that safe.

We both know how badly Schroeder wants it.

No, you must trust me.

I know what I'm doing.

What are you doing?

Well, it's clear we can talk.

No bugs.

Bugs?

This place is immaculate.

Not those kind of bugs.

Did you see the safe?

Of course.

It's a tough nut to crack.

It's kind of a wire screen.

It sort of looks like a grill on the side.

That's your problem, dear.

That's our problem, lover.

And you're going to help
me get my chance at it.

Di Montelli's no problem.

He's exactly what he looks like.

A music nut.

But Basselli, he's a cop.

I know the type.

A very clever one at that.

Will you turn that off?

I don't know very much about opera,

but isn't Caruso supposed
to be a pretty good singer?

If you like tenors.

All right, Angela.

This is the plan.

Luigi wants you to sing, correct?

My guess is that in this place, even the
rats will come out of the walls to listen.

Wait a minute.

Wait just a second.

While you're singing, that will clear the
house and give me a crack at the safe.

You mean you won't be attending my recital?

Sweetheart, sing in the
shower and I'll drop by.

But I didn't come here to get cultured.

I came here to get into a safe.

Understand?

Oh, such hair, such texture.

If angels had such hair,
they would not need wings.

Oh, yes, it is rather beautiful, isn't it?

It is made of the breath of heaven.

It's made of protein.

What?

Protein.

There's this fellow on
television in the United States.

Senor Mundy, you may be a
great manager, but you have no soul.

That's one of the prerequisites
of being a great manager.

Well, then you must be very successful.

Let us disregard him, Diva.

His heart is clay.

[CHUCKLES]

[KNOCKING]

Good morning, Diva.

Ah, Senor Bocelli.

Why, Gino is doing my hair.

I will be but a moment.

You are perhaps interested in her styling?

I'm interested in everything.

Signorina, has this man been with you long?

I cannot continue.

I resign.

I will kill myself.

Gino, please.

I'm afraid I really must
have an explanation.

You're a hairdresser, Signorina.

Why, it's Gino of Rome.

Rome is full of Ginos.

Regard the style, the
grace, the fluid movements.

Regard the drama, the architecture.

Regard indeed the genius of the concept.

And you tell me Rome is full of Ginos?

Senor Bocelli, Gino of Rome is one
of the great hair stylists of the world.

He is modest.

I am not.

I am the greatest
hair stylist in the world.

Of course, Senor.

Signorina, we did not know
your barber was coming with you.

Barber?

Barber?

Mamma Mia!

I shall kill myself,
but first I shall kill him.

I know.

Gino, now, now, now, please.

He doesn't understand
the creativity involved.

You see, Gino in his field is as
great an artist as I am in mine.

Why, he's the Johann
Sebastian Bach of the curler.

He's the Rembrandt of the razor.

And I wonder how our
host would feel about your

questioning a member
of my party in this manner.

It is nothing personal, Signorina.

It is that I have received word
there may be a thief in the house.

You dare call Gino a thief?

I will kill him!

I will kill him!

I may... I will kill him!

...no charges, Signorina.

But to do my duty to my host, I
must make certain routine checks.

Naturally, I have heard of Gino of Rome.

I may not kill you.

I may just shorten you a little bit.

You understand that, Senor.

Forgive the intrusion.

It is for your own protection.

You have a pretty fair temper there, Gino.

Signore, I have many talents, some
of which would surprise you greatly.

But above all, I am the
greatest hair stylist in the world.

[Opera singing]

Ladies and gentlemen,
beloved guests, if you please.

Today, fortune and the muses smile upon us.

The glorious American diva, the ravishing
Funello, has consented to sing for us.

[Applause]

[Piano music]

[Opera singing]

[Opera singing]

[Piano music]

[Opera singing]

[door violently opening]

Signore Mundy.

What do you think you are doing?

[Opera singing]

Bravo! Bravo!

[Applause]

Please, ladies and gentlemen,
excuse me, but something has come up.

Excuse me. Continue, continue.

Without you, Signore, impossible.

Well, then we shall do
it again at an early time.

Please, forgive me.

I am waiting, Signore Mundy.

I'll explain to my host.

Well, but please remember,
your host leaves unpleasant

details to me, and you
are an unpleasant detail.

Antonio, where is it?

Signore Mundy.

I am terribly disappointed
in your hospitality, sir.

Signore, I found him in here
going through the records.

Oh, you were not at the recital.

I have handled the diva for several years.

Believe me, I've heard her sing before.

And what were you doing here?

I believe, like you
do, sir, that Enrico

Caruso was the greatest
singer of all times.

That still does not explain... I was
here looking for my favorite recording.

I have yet to hear it played
on your musical system.

Which recording is that, Signore?

"Vesti la giubba."

A musical cliché.

Done to death.

I'm afraid I do not even
play it because I do not like

to remember that the great Caruso ever
did anything so... The inconsequential.

You don't like it?

In my country, it's
considered a masterpiece.

Indeed, Signore, but America...

You see, after all, Italy is
the motherland of opera.

We have different opinions.

I'm afraid I do not even
own a copy of the recording.

Too bad.

That, however, does not yet explain
why this ruffian aimed a gun at me.

Believe me, I'm afraid, terribly
afraid, that the diva will be shocked.

Signore, please, it was a misunderstanding.

We have certain priceless
relics, jewels, antiques...

And we had word that an attempt
might be made to steal them.

Yes, and Tonio is most conscientious.

Naturally, seeing you
here, surely you can see.

Apologize, Tonio.

But, Signore... Apologize!

Forgive me, Signore, it was a mistake.

You see? Now you have
nothing to bother the diva about.

Nothing at all.

Please, feel free to make any
selection you wish from my collection.

I think he was lying.

I think he was trying to get into the safe.

But if Mundy is not what he says he is...

Then it follows that the diva
is not what she says she is.

But I have heard her. Glorious!

There are many possible answers.

Schroeder is many times over a millionaire.
He could buy even a diva.

Ah...

(phone ringing)

Yes?

Oh, I'll write it down. Go ahead.

Yes?

Thank you, Operator.

A telegram from Sforza.

Schroeder, agent among
guests, can identify.

Arriving this afternoon.

I beg your pardon, Signore. Telefono?

I'm not interested.

Un momento, per favore. Who is it?

Your Salone in Roma, Signore.

Ah, tante grazie. Telefono?

Grazie.

Grazie.

Gino da Roma.

Pronto, pronto.

You can expect a visitor this afternoon.

Sforza.

I understand.

It shall be done.

Ciao.

Do you know how to get into the safe?

I think so.

So soon?

There are only a limited number
of ways a safe can operate.

Now this one has no
combination, no key and no handle.

It does, however, have one
very interesting characteristic.

A microphone hidden on the side of it.

I don't understand.

Well, you should, sweetheart.

It's right down your alley. Sound.

Not any kind of sound.

One specific sound.

There are millions of sounds.

True.

May I ask you a professional opinion?

I know you don't like tenors.

I suppose they're necessary.

I know how you feel about Caruso.

A good grasp of the rudiments.

What do you think of his
recording of Vesti la Giuba?

Superb. A masterpiece.

For a... A tenor, a
tenor, yeah, I know.

Signora Di Montelli
thinks it's inconsequential.

That's odd.

Yeah, he claims he doesn't
even own a copy of the recording.

Oh, impossible.

No Caruso collection
is complete without one.

That's what I figured.

I think the reason that he
doesn't play the recording

is that in it, somewhere, Caruso
hits one note that opens up the safe.

That means there has to be a copy
hidden here, somewhere, someplace.

Couldn't we just send for another copy?

That might not work.

Differences in individual
recordings, voice prints.

To make that safe work, if I'm right,

we'll even need the exact surface
noise on the specific record which keys it.

Pretty impressive technology.

Hmm?

Sweet lips?

[music]

It's fortune. Now we will know.

[music]

Dead?

The police.

We can't call the police, signore.

Do you want them prowling around?

Oh, no, of course not.

Get him out of sight.

If any of my guests should see
this... The guests will have to know.

I will take care of the
investigation, signore.

I will learn who did it,
if I do not already know.

[music]

Ladies and gentlemen,
please forgive me for

having you brought
here, but it was necessary.

A certain unpleasantness has transpired.

My friend, signor Poselli,
will tell you about it.

Ladies and gentlemen,
there is a thief among us.

who has come here to steal certain items
of value belonging to signore Simontali.

The thief's identity was
known to an associate

of mine who was coming
here to identify him.

However, even as he
arrived, he was murdered.

This is outrageous.

Surely you do not suspect one of us.

I have already questioned the servants.

Their movements have been accounted for.

Now, regretfully, I
must turn to our guests.

Signore, is this a matter for the police?

Your host wishes to spare
you any embarrassment

in dealing with the police
in a possible public scandal.

If you cooperate with me, there will
be no occasion to call in the police

and that will be more
pleasant for all of us.

My men are now searching
the house for the murder weapon.

In the meantime, I
shall have to ask each of

you your exact movements
during the past hour.

Signore.

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This is undoubtedly the murder weapon.

It was found by one of my men.

Where was it, Tonio?

It was hidden in the luggage
of Signore Alberto Mundy.

Well, Signor Mundy?

I can't explain it.

Signor Di Montelli, what is going on here?

Signorina, I'm afraid your
manager has betrayed you.

He has just killed a man, but moments ago.

Outrageous! Is this how I am to be treated?

Diva, diva, please.

I shall tell the press. The world
shall know how I have been treated.

Diva, I have no choice.

And you call yourself a music lover.

Now, what is my dear Alberto
supposed to have done?

He has just killed a man,
perhaps half an hour ago.

In that case, take me
too, because he has been

with me alone in my
room for the last two hours.

Is this true?

But why didn't you say so?

Well, uh...

We were, uh...

Alone together, and I didn't, uh...
want to compromise the lady.

Gallantry. What gallantry!

He would allow himself to
be arrested, to be accused of

murder, rather than have
anyone think the lesser of his lady.

You, sir, are noble. Nobility!

But, Signore, the gun...
Don't talk to me of guns.

Are there any witnesses
who can verify the lady's story?

Ah! I... I cannot speak for
the entire afternoon, but...

When I visited the diva in her quarters,
she and Signore Mundy were, uh...

How do you say? Together.

There, Tonio, you see?

I see the gun from Signore Mundy's luggage.

Well, obviously, somebody put it there.

Of course.

Signore, there are two witnesses
who have spoken up for Signore Mundy.

May I point out they
are both from his party.

Hardly the most reliable... Do you
doubt the word of the glorious Angela?

Sir, I just... Enough! I will not have
you insult this glorious personage.

Sforza has been killed.

By persons unknown!

And it's your responsibility
to discover the guilty party.

I will not have you insult
the word of an honored guest.

I remind you, Tonio, you are my employee.

But I'm sure Mundy is our man.
I feel it in my bones.

Watch him, then. Do what is necessary.

But if you drive the diva from my heart...
How can I function with my hands tied?

That is your problem, Tonio.

And that is what I pay you for.

If... If there is anything I
can do, diva, anything...

My heart, my soul, you have only to ask.

But there is something you could do.

Anything!

But you mustn't let anybody
know, and you must be very careful.

My lips are sealed.

Find a recording for me somewhere in
the villa of Caruso singing Vestila Juba.

Oh, it's very important.

I see. Could the diva perhaps tell me why?

Oh, would that I could.

I shall find it. If I must tear down walls,
rip up floors, I shall find it, my heart.

And it shall be yours.

[kiss].

[music]

[music]

[music].

[music].

[music]

[music]

[music]

[music]

[music]

[music]

[music]

[music]

[music].

[music]

[music]

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[music]

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[music]

[music]

You found it?

I am a knack for that sort of thing.

All I have to do now is
have a chance to use it.

So I could sing again.

We've already tried that, Dodge.

Mr. Mundy, do you imagine
that anybody in this house or in

the entire world would turn
down a chance to hear me sing?

Oh, I forgot. I'm sorry. I lost my head.

I'll need Gino.
Will you send him to me, please?

Uh, you already had
your hair done once today.

That was this morning.

Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot.

I'm a little thick today.

You know, Mr. Mundy,
you're not unattractive.

That goes triple, lady.

But you're a tenor.

I don't even sing.

If you did, you would be a tenor.
And I hate tenors.

Now, will you please call Gino?

You like sopranos better?

Very funny.

Well, it's not very funny, but
it's all I could do at the time.

Ah, Signor Mundy!

Signor Luigi.

I hope you did not take our
little misunderstanding seriously.

I don't take any
misunderstanding seriously.

Bravo.

I have some good news for you.

Ah, yes?

Yes, the diva at five o'clock
will sing for you again.

I may cry. Antonio, an angel! Is she not?

She sings very well.

Will you attend the recital, Signor Mundy?

I will not. I will be in my room, resting.

I'm a little upset after our
little misunderstanding.

I'm sure you can understand that.

Of course, of course.
Antonio, tell the guests.

Five o'clock. In the salon. Everyone.

Of course, Signor.

Oh, Gino Divine!

Yes, yes it is, isn't it?

Oh, I forgot.

I must report failure. I have looked
everywhere and I cannot find the recording.

Oh, that. Forget about it.

Oh?

It's already been taken care of.

Oh, I am delighted.

[footsteps]

[indistinct chatter].

[indistinct chatter]

[music]

[music]

[music]

[music].

[music]

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[music]

[music]

[music]

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[music]

[music].

[music]

It's a lovely music. Isn't it, Mr. Mundy?

Beautiful.

You know, I liked you better as a soprano.

Oh, sorry.

Shall we hear all of it?

I wouldn't be surprised.

It's a wonderful Aria.

I wonder why we have never
heard it on the sound system before.

I wouldn't know.

Wouldn't you, Mr. Mundy?

It's obvious. The safe opens by sound.

You noticed that?

I notice everything.

As I recall, in this Aria,
there is a high note.

A very, very high note.

I wonder what will
happen when Caruso hits it.

Is that a sideline of yours?

Very profitable one.

Schroeder.

He's a rich man. He can afford me.

Well, while we're waiting,
uh...

I tell you what.

Why don't you just stand there?

And then you be very, very still.

So ahead.

[music]

[singing].

[singing].

[singing]

You have been very,
very helpful, Mr. Mundy.

I hope to be more so.

[singing].

[singing]

Bring it down. Bring down the wall.

Open up. Open up, Mr. Mundy.

[music]

Hold it.

Angelo likes you.

Get going.

There's a fortune in those papers.

Pete, open the door.

Gino, he took something out
of the safe and went that way.

What happened?

Oh, Gino.

I saw him at the safe.

He took something out of it,
shot at me, and went that way.

[thud]

We shot him at the edge of the cliffs.
He fell into the ocean.

And you did not get the papers?

No, signore.

By the time we got down, his
body had been washed out to sea.

Then Schroeder will never
know that his man has succeeded.

I may not have to go back
to selling postcards after all.

But what does it matter? My life is over.

Oh?

The diva has gone.

Signore Mundy told me that the excitement
was too much for her delicate nerves.

Signore Mundy?

When will I ever hear her sing again?

Signore Mundy has gone too?

Of course.

Signore,

are you familiar with American slang?

Really, Antonio.

Have you ever heard the
expression, "We've been had"?

We've been...
... had.

Well, I would have brought
back the whole safe, Noah,

but you know how the
airlines are on overweight.

Perfect.

Schroeder is Moller.

Now with this stuff, we can pull it.

That does the job, huh?

Yes.

We'll be able to extradite him so
he can stand trial as a war criminal.

We'll probably be able to recover
most of the 300 million as well.

Oh, well, when you pick it up,
grab a few million from me, will you?

Al, you have your country's thanks.

Did you ever try to buy a
hamburger with a thank?

And thank you, Miss Funello.

Oh.

What's with her?

Beats me.

Is there something wrong, Miss Funello?

Oh, everything is wrong.

That... oh.

That uncultured,
unappreciative music murderer.

I was singing better than
I had ever sung before.

I was about to hit high C
when that monster flooded

the room with the
ear-splitting voice of that...

that tenor Caruso.

I have never been so insulted in my life.

I will undoubtedly sue him, and you,
and the entire federal government.

Miss... Miss Funello.

Oh, but she wouldn't sue,
she wouldn't, would she?

Oh, don't worry.

If she does, I'll get you a good lawyer.

Thanks.

The same one I had at my trial.

But you went to prison!

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