The Persuaders!

Come in.

Did you get them?

Let me see them.

Good.

Now all we got to do is just fill in the names.

You've made your final choice?

Yes. Will you get me those files, please?

That is one of them. An Englishman.

A titled Englishman - Lord Brett Sinclair.

- What do you know about him? - Everything.

- Will he fall for it? - If we're clever enough.

Who's the other?

That is something different.

An American.

Danny Wilde.

About him, I don't know everything.

There are blank areas in his background, but I know enough.

You think you can snare him too?

I've got to. One without the other is no good, I need both.

- Why these? - They each have something,

but jointly, like chemicals...

Take two relatively harmless compounds -

say, nitro and glycerine -

mix them both together and you have a potent combination.

Handle it carelessly and it could blow your head off.

I like the analogy.

Nitro and glycerine, and I light the fuse.

Mr Wilde.

Excuse me, sir. We're coming into Nice Airport.

Oh, I didn't know we took off.

This is it.

Nous sommes arrivés.

Oh...

Next.

Goodbye, it was nice to see you.

- Bye-bye. - Goodbye, my dear.

Nice to see you. Have a nice time while you're here.

...Oh, I'm going!

Thank Sir Louis for the use of his plane.

Monsieur Wilde.

Thank you.

Au revoir and merci bien.

Yeah, you. Move your car, please. Thank you very much.

Do that in your bedroom! Will you get out of the way?

Why, you little...

Lord Sinclair, how good to see you again.

- Henri, nice to be back again. - Your usual suite is prepared.

By the way, Henri, who sent this invitation?

Be my guest at the Hotel de Paris.

It's going to be a ball.

I don't know who sent it.

We're instructed to charge this to the Banque de France.

Well, start charging and send up a bellboy with the luggage.

Or maybe a bellgirl.

"Belle" girl... Forget it.

You see, we were told that your wishes were our command.

An attitude which I...

Good evening. Two Creole Screams, please.

- Monsieur? - Two Creole...

- Are you new here? - Yes, monsieur.

Next to women, a man's best friend is a Creole Scream.

- Are you listening? - Certainly.

A jigger of white rum. A dash of chilled vermouth, not iced.

And a measure of grenadine.

Then mix. Stir in some crushed ice, shake, strain and pour.

- Top it off with one olive... - Two...

- Did you speak? - No.

No, I said two.

You were perfect up until the olives. Two olives -

you can see them gently bounce up against each other.

W-well, I'm afraid the spectacle of two olives

bouncing against each other is one I'll forgo.

- One. - Bust up a pair?

- Why not? - It's cruel.

Two. You'll thank me for this.

Allow me to make up my own mind. One.

Excuse me. Your mind, but not the drink's. Two.

I ought to know - it's an American drink.

It's from a southern state,

invented by an English gentleman.

One olive.

- I didn't know that. - You do now.

I'm only trying to do you a favour.

Oh, then why don't you leave the bar?

Or the restaurant?

Or, better still, the country?

- Listen, friend... - Do NOT call me friend.

People might think you're serious.

- Are you looking for a fight? - No... Are you?

- I wasn't, but I am now. - You have an endearing honesty.

Yeah. Inside or outside?

I choose inside - there's no air-conditioning outside.

- Lord Sinclair, please! - Don't worry, Bruno.

All damages will be paid for.

Lord Sinclair? I never did it to a lord before!

Another endearing quality... optimism.

I'm terrible sorry, I must have slipped. Just stand there.

Mind your own business.

Sit down, my dear. This won't take a moment.

- I don't need your help. - I'm helping this gentleman.

Any help?

- You lords fight dirty! - That's how we became lords.

Besides, I adapt myself to the company I keep.

People like you give English tourists a bad name.

Will you butt out?

It's a trick I learnt from a friend. Go right ahead.

Well, never trust a friend!

Can't you be a little more careful?

The poor man! Sorry...

Arrest that maniac.

How much was the damage?

Are you going to tell me, or not?

Not!

I want to pay my share. How much was it?

I wouldn't hear of it.

I'm insisting.

It is traditional.

What's traditional?

The winner always pays.

The winner? What winner?

- What were we doing tonight? - You mean the fi... Winner?!

- You're lucky to be standing. - Oh, something's wrong.

- You're frail. - What?

- You must have been a weak kid. - Are you starting again?

- Inside or outside? - We have no choice.

- Go ahead. - Right.

Perhaps it's an open prison?

Yeah, maybe it is.

Hey, whatsyourname, come here.

- Wanna take a look? - Not particularly.

I wish you wouldn't do that.

- Does Liberace live here? - No, Count Dracula's birthday.

Ssh.

Hey, look at this.

A photograph of you. Here's another one.

Here's one of me. And photographs of us.

- Look at... - What else is there?

Newspaper clippings...

Good evening, gentlemen.

Please, sit down.

Do make yourselves comfortable, gentlemen.

Oh, you prefer to stand, Mr Wilde.

- It's a habit. - Ah, yes.

A legacy of those days in the Bronx, I imagine.

However, you will have a drink.

A Creole Scream for you, Lord Sinclair, with one olive.

You see?

And for you, Mr Wilde, with two olives.

Thanks a lot.

Well, thank you, sir. Although I do feel at a disadvantage.

Well, you are both still under arrest. Your health, gentlemen.

How would you like three months in jail?

My name is Fulton. I was a judge, I have now retired.

But don't let that mislead you.

Without any details, I can promise you three months inside.

He makes it sound like a prize.

90 days. No option of a fine. No remission.

I can arrange it.

Or, I might arrange it.

Yes, let's say that.

Often.

Irrepressible, optimistic,

courageous, and a sense of humour.

Those are great qualities, Mr Wilde.