we're with uncle.

dr. true. -solo? -yes, i'm solo, and this is kuryakin. mr. kuryakin. as you know, gentlemen, i've devoted my life to the problem of relieving the world's thirst by purifying seawater. desalinization. we also know that your laboratory has been broken intotowice. are we also right in assuming that the thieves were after something other than your desalinization formula? our enemies would have to hunt down the four w wds to find what i've stumbled upon. here we are, gentlemen. concentrated essence of ordinary seawater,

what's the matter? it's nothing. when you see the end result of this process, you'll understand why y must never fall into the wrong hands. formula...

yes, gentlemen. that's what dr. true stumbled on. the secret of extracting gold from common seawater. a key to limitless wealth. limitless wealth and limitless power. no wonder thrush was tempted. it was thrush, wasn't it? who else could hurl a private air force against us? and if they should ever succeed in getting hold of dr. true's secret, the world is theirs. and knowing thrush as we do, they're going to keep after it. well, fortunately, dr. true anticipated that. he said that his enemies would have to hunt down the four winds to find his formula. and one more word: daughter.

to follow up on the daughter. since yoyo suggested it, yes. it's the only clue. well, gentlemen, please, five clues. our information is that he has five daughters. five? scattered all over the world. margo in italy somewhere, imogen in london, yvonne in paris. gee, that may take some time. which is what we haven't got. i suggest you get in touch with dr. true's widow. randolph. how good of you to come. what you must have been going through. i dropped everything the moment i heard. no. no, don't. not while i'm feeling so terribly guilty. guilty? what about? about simon, of course. i killed him. what are you talking about? the newspaper said... it was his heart,

hadn't t en so stupidly honest, blurting everything out. whwh did you say to simon? oh, i told him about us, of course. about you and me, and i'll never forgive myself. you told him what about us? well, at first, all i said was that i wanted a divorce. there's nothing so unusual about that, is there? i mean, what did you tell him about me? nothing. you know, randolph, i don't think because simon always had such beautiful manners, but he absolutely loathed you. i'm flattered. go on. that's all. a few hours after we talked, he had the attack. you know, i really do believe that simon was the only man i ever truly loved. no, really, amanda. after four husbands, not to mention m m i mean it.

our first meeting, in stockholm, it seemed like f fe. he was there collecting his second nobel prize, and i was there picking up my fourth divorce. we were married almost immediately. then, after we... randolph, that's simon's desk. i know it's simon's desk, that's why i'm searching g . why? there was something i needed from simon, and now i... did simon ever speak to youou about the process he was working on? certainly. he kept me up night after night for weeks. i hope you can remember some of it. no. afafr five marriages, if a woman hasn't, well, learned to appear to listen to a man without actually having heaea one word, then she might just as well turn in her wedding rings. yoyocan remember nothing about what he was telling you? nothing. nothing?

a. randolph, the way you're behaving, i don't think i'd tell you even if i knew. oh! search. what is this? what are you doing? you have no right to come here. you want them to stop? yes, i do! then refresh your memory. tell me whwhe he kept the formula. i don't know! randolph, whwh's come over you? shut up and keep out of my way. it was the formula you wanted, not me. i still intend to get it. did he take all of these? i don't know!

me they were harmless. when simon wouldn't tell me why he was taking them, d of tonic. you had them analyzed for me. even an overdose of vitamins can be fatal. but they weren't vitamins, were they? when you gave me back that bottle, there was something else in it. something you put in it. don't worry. it will never show up in an autopsy. you murdered simon? you murdered simon? you murdered simon! no need to be melodramatic about it,

oh, simon.

anybody here? mrs. true? you're too late. she's already cleared out, and in a hurry, too. who are you? sandy true. one of dr. true's five daughters. my father's only real daughter. the others are step-types by amanda's four other husbands. and you...and you two are from uncle, i suppose. my father said to contact you. did he give you something for us? no, we just spoke on the phone. what did he say? he, um... said something about how in the end, only i would know the truth. i know this isn't easy for you, but it's terribly important to us. now, he said that you'd know the truth.

hardly. he hadn't talked about that in a lolo time. amanda saw to that. besides, he said something about... how the truth was scattered to the four winds. four winds? four stepdaughters. she did this, for them. it wasn't enough what she did to my father, i coululkill her. somebody already has. buongiorno, napoleon. good to see you again. nice to see you. read us signal a. the ocean is near, and the coastline is sandy. that's me. that's it, have fun. hey, listen, i don't want to go with her, i want to be with you.

now, wait a minute! listen! i'm the count. valeriano de fanzini. tell me, what do you want? we're looking for the contessa. the contessa? the last contessa de fanzini, she died 20 years ago. she was my sainted d ther. we were referring to your wife. wife, i have no wife. we were told you were married. oh, that wife.e. true, we went through the ceremonies, but she is my wife in the name only. you ought to hear how she lies, how she cheats, how she tell me that her millions will restore the de fanzinis to their rightful glory. and what does she bring on the wedding nighththuh?

we have business with the contessa. business? yes. and you are from america? yes. from uncle. u...uncle? bene, bene! you do not have to spell it out for me, signore. i understand. my wife, her uncle, shshhave you bring the money, eh? -what money? -what money? hey, no money, no contessa, eh? arrivederci. "help, i'm being held prisoner. contessa de fanzini."

ooh, i beg your pardon, excuse me. sorry, gentlemen, but honestst, i haven't a thing to wear. don't just stand there, be a gentleman, give her your coat.

bluebeard. that brute! that throwback to the middle ages. i don't want to be personal, but... just why exactly has he locked you up like this? so i can't run away, of course. can you imagine me fleeing down the via veneto like this? oh, you will help me, won't you? well, maybe we can help each other. we're trying to find out if you've h hrd which one? dr. simon true. oh, the seawater one! he's dead. oh. tell me, did he leave any money? the beast never brings me my mail. i've no idea what's been sent to me. we'll have to search downstairs. -let's go. -oh, not now. not unless you want a load of buckshot from that bluebeard i married. alalright, let's wait till he goes to sleep. he won't be long.

ci. if this is la dolce vita, i'll take the sunset strip. i told you we'd have more fun at the colosseum. okay, let's give the colosseum a whirl.l. hey, how come he's taking your picture? well, that's the way the paparazzis work. they photograph everyone in sight. because you never know, it might be

r this place? he could have sold it a dozen times, but no, his stupid, arrogant pride. you should have seen the wedding. it made alal the picture magazines ped the palazzo to pay for it. naturally, i wasn't going to stay in this ghastly ruin. are you rich? no. illya and i work... very hard for a living. what a pity. that's where he keeps all the junk. he calls it the music room becaususthe rats kept running over the guitar strings, before he hawked the guitar.

i do hope there's some clothes left in it. he sold everything else just to keep his empty stone quarry. why is beyond me. so, he has an inordinate interest in mail-order catalogs. yeah, and old bills. here's anannvitation to the chicago exposition, 1892. here's a foreclosure dadad two months ago. mr. solo. ah! oh! i caught you! just a moment, sir. you casanova, you cheap romeo. you're jumping to conclusions. how dare you parade around like this in front of strangers? never in the history of the de fanzinis... peasant! excuse me, but all we came here for... where's my mail? where did you hide my mail? what mail? i'll be glad to tell you. it's dr. true's formula. where is it? what formula, and who are you?

she is a de fanzini! did you hear him? he admits i'm his wife, did you hear it? i demand an apology! you beast! do it, find the stuff!

you come from? you mean "escape," they tried to kidnap me. you bring the troops? sure, i thought it'd be the quickest and safest way to get here. good thinking! i'll show you! catch them! oh. my darling! oh. oh, signore, you were wasting your time. she has nothing. wedding invitations. no letters, no gifts, not even a response to your ransom note? nothing, nothing. help! help! sandy? i try never to jump to conclusions, but... be m mguest, jump.

excuse me, do you happen to have a secret passage? no, no, there's nothing there. we've been searching for five generations. i'm behind the fireplace! oh, i'm rich! i'm rich! oh! are you all right? i've heard of safety deposit vaults, but this is ridiculous. that's why you refused to sell our palazzo! oh, darling! why else would i keep you here? oh! signor! signor solol signor! is this... pardon, madam... is this what you have been looking for? my father.