THE BLACK STAR OF AFRICA

(Exterior-Diamond Field-Day)

A young boy covered in rags is searching through an open diamong field in Kimberly, South Africa.

Title:Kimberly, South Africa - 1937

He reaches down and finds a stone of large proportions.  It is glass like in appearance and is the size of a small baseball.  He runs to the overseer with it.

Overseer pats him on the head and sends him running.

(Exterior-South Africa Desert-Day)

Military jets strafe a group of raggedy bush soldiers.  They fire up in frustration but only end up shouting at the wind.  They run for coverin a wooded area but not until about a third of them are killed by gunfire from the jets.

The leader of the group, Ezekiel Zambezi, rescues one of the wounded and escapes into the brush, just seconds before the bullets from the jet strafe the area.

Ezekiel:(Tying a rag on one of the men to stop the bleeding.)  How many casualties?

Sargeant:We lost about thirty, sir.

Ezekiel:Some day we'll below them out of the air, just like the Afghanistans have blown out the Russian Cossacks.

Kali:Those are powerful words, Ezekiel.  But missile launchers cost money.  We barely have enough for just bullets and food.

Ezekiel:God shall make a way, Kali.  Even as Moses told the Pharoah, let my people go, so too shall God command these Africaners to let our people go.  It's written in the wind; the oppressed shall go free.  We shall have the help.  Do not question God's timing, Kali.  His ways are as far above ours as the heavens are above this earth.

Kali:That is white man's religion.  I believe only what I see now, and I see us barely able to keep up the resistance.

Ezekiel:The lifeline of our oppressors is our gold and diamonds.  When we cease their ability to operate them, we shall have struck the first blow for freedom.  We must content ourselves with our small victories.  Soon the eyes of the world will focus on our struggle and then others shall help us as well.  But now, we must rely on our cunning and our faith.  And let us hope that the enemy has scared off all the game, for I plan on sleeping with a full stomach.

Lieutenant:Then we shall return when we have found adequate provisions.

The lieutenant leaves with four other soldiers.  They see a herd of zebras drinking by a water hole.  They aim and fire and bring down four animals.  They rush over to them, as they are skinning them and stripping off the meat.  A lion comes over to challenge one of the soldiers.  He is unaware he is being stalked.  The lieutenant sees what is happening and fires while the lion is only about twenty yards from the solider.  He brings the lion down.  They carry the meat back suspended between two poles.

(Exterior-Forest-Evening)

The troops gather around the cooking fires, eating.

Ezekiel:(While eating)  As usual, Lieutenant, you have proved to be the greatest hunter.

Lieutenant:Yes, this game cannot return my fire.  I wish to be the greatest hunter of the oppressors.

Ezekiel:Someday, someday indeed.  Tell the men to dose the firest.  There may be night reconnaisance flights over this area.

Lieutenant:Sir (he pauses), I haven't lost confidence in your leadership, sir.  I trust your decisions.

Ezekiel:Thank you, Lieutenant.  Every officer should be as fortunate as I, to have soldiers like I have.  I am going to retire now.  Tomorrow we shall head for the Muwana District gold mine.  They shall not be expecting us to strike again so quickly.  But it is when the cobra is sleepy that the hyena pounces.

(Exterior-Gold Mine-Day)

The men gather around a mine shaft planting explosives.  They blow the mine.

Armed plant employees come out of their huts and are gunned down.  The Rebel group retreats.

(Interior-Palatial Estate-Day)

An overweight man is sitting overlooking a beautiful manicured garden.  He is waited on by a large staff of black servants.

Rand Van Zadden:Jonathan, bring me my phone.

The servant brings him the phone.

Jonathan:Here you are, sir.

Rand:Good, please prepare some refreshments.  I have the managing staff of our fashion magazine coming over for refreshments.

Jonathan:Would chilled lobster be to your liking, sir?

Rand:Yes, indeed, that would be quite spledid and for heaven's sake, make sure they are not running the lawnmower.  It makes far too much noise.

Jonathan:Will that be all, sir?

Rand:Some iced tea as well.  (Rand begins to dial the phone.)  Hello, yes, operator, get me Southeby's in New York City. . . . Yes, Richard, you have my open bid.  The money is standing by, and remember, there is an extra twenty percent for you, no matter what the price. . . . 30 million?  You think it can be had for that low?  What about DeGuerre?  He outbid us on the Royal Duchess's collection. . . . Alright, you handle him as best as you see fit.  I have a show opening in two weeks here in Johanesburg.  The Black Star is to be the focal point.

Jonathan brings him the iced tea.

Jonathan:Here you are, sir . . . (He waits for Rand to finish with the phone.)

Rand:I'll be expecting your call by tomorrow.  (He hangs up and hands the phone to Jonathan.)  Well, Jonathan, you are looking at the soon-to-be owner of the Black Star of Africa, one of the largest flawless diamonds ever discovered.  And soon it will be returned to its rightful owner.
He flashes back on being the overseer who patted the young black.  Wealth is the greatest vengeance.

Rand:I am going to retire.  Awake me when the guests arrive.

(Exterior-Estate-Evening)

Several limosines pull up the driveway.  About seven people get out.  The doorman lets them in.  Rand is attired in a tuxedo, the ladies are wearing evening gowns and the men are wearing tuxedos.

They are all greeted and take their seats in a beautiful parlor laid out in Louis XVI style with exquisite porcelain vases and a handpainted piano in the corner.

Rand:I trust we can skip the introductions and come right to the point.  Since Rand Enterprises acquired controlling interest in the Vantage magazine chain, I have seen the potential to turn around our women's fashion print division.  Ladies and gentlemen, Fatale in conjunction with Neauveaux Coutuerre will be the host for the largest and most dazzling collection of jewelry and fashion ever seen under one phone, the International Johannesburg Exhibit.  It will put our country and most of all our magazines into the national spotlight.  We have already booked designers like Valentino and Armani for a three-day runway show, and we have an array of jewelry houses that will rival even the best that Paris, New York and Milan has to offer.  The highlight of our show will be Rand International's acquisition of the largest flawless diamond, the Black Star of Africa, for which I share a particular interest.

Victoria:That is marvelous, Rand, darling.  Will you be featuring any of the local designers like Volumptia and Montroca?  

Rand:Yes, we will be featuring the hottest of the new generation and also the vanguard of the old.

Daniel:Have you given any thought to the designers who will be bringing in non-white models?  We surely can't expect them to stay in Soweto.

Rand:Arrangements have been made at the highest level of government to allow non-whites to stay at the International Princess.  And since there will be two daily banquets, we don't expect any trouble with any of our finer restaurants.  We want to show the world, ladies and gentlemen, that South Africa is not a country torn by violence and racial strife, but a country where everyone knows his and her place and where the highest degree of culture and art prevail.

Julie:Mr. Van Zadden, you can be assured that as the editor of Fatale, my staff will do its best to assist you in all manner possible.  I am looking forward to this event, and I can tell you that the international community is already abuzz with interest.  I have gotten requests for press privilege cards from over 500 correspondents from as far away as Leningrad and Tokyo.

Rand:Well, then, let us take some refreshment.

Piano music begins and they all rise and begin idle small talk.

Daniel:(Walks up to Van Zadden.)  Why the special interest in this event?

Van Zadden:If the international community takes the side of the Rebels, we will have a problem surpassing that of any the world has ever seen.  Our country is only 10% white, Daniel, and yet look around you.  We control it all.  We must do all within our power to keep the Rebel from garnering international sympathy.  

Julie:Daniel, darling, I simply loved the photo spread you did in Capetown.  It was brilliant.

Daniel:Thank you, Julie.  Excuse me.

(Interior-Gateaux's Office-Day)

Mssr. Gateaux, a rotund man with sharply defined features, is looking over the Arch De Triumph in Paris.

Mssr. Gateaux:(Speaking into the phone.)  I gave instructions to my broker to go as high as $100,000,000 U.S.  What do you mean it sold for $35,000,000?  Tres impossible.  Il n'est pas possible. . . . You mean to say that you had a bad connection during the bidding and so you awarded the bid to someone else for $35,000,000? . . . Alright, then tell me who it is that outbid me and I shall buy it back myself.
(Interior-Auction House-Day)

Auctioneer:That is quite impossible, sir.  All of our clients are treated with the strictest confidentiality.  However, if you would like me to pass along your offer, I shall be happy to. . . . I am sorry, Mssr. Gateaux, you have been a good client.  I am sorry that this happened.  However, the Black Star is gone and the bid we took was final.  Good day, sir.  (He hangs up.)

The assistant looks at him.

Assistant:Does he know you sold him down the river for an additional $7,000,000?

Auctioneer:No, but I can't understand why the man thinks that he is entitled to own every precious stone ever found.

Assistant:Will there be any legal repercussions?

Auctioneer:I don't believe so.  It's not likely that we shall be hearing from Mssr. Gateaux for quite a while.
(Interior-Gateaux's Office-Day)

The secretary walks in.  The beatuiful acquarium is broken and fish are lying on the thick Persian rug.

Secretary:Sir, can I be of some help?

Mssr. Gateaux:Get me my daughter on the phone, please.

Secretary:She is away on the Riveria, sir.  I don't know if I have the information on where she is staying.

Gateaux:Call her friend, Nevalliere.  He'll know.  I need to speak to her and send the limo over to pick up Mimi.

Secretary:I don't think she finishes her shooting until 5:00, sir.

Gateaux:I don't give a damn about the movie.  I'm paying for it anyway.  I need her over here now.  Send Francois now.

Secretary:Can I pour you a glass of sherry, sir?

Gateaux:Yes, thank you.

(Exterior-Harbor-Day)

The beautiful model, Evette DeGuerre, is riding on a Kawasaki jet ski.  She is wearing a wet suit.  She rides by a beautiful yacht and is flagged down by a very handsome playboy type wearing casual clothes and a sweater draped across his shoulders.

She stops her jet ski and climbs up the ladder into the yacht.  There are several semi-clad girls sunbathing, and the music is turned up.

Jean:Evette, your father called.  He said it is important that you call.  He sounds very upset.

Evette:The party has gotten bigger.  (She points to the girls.)

Jean:They are just some American tourists.  I told them they could come visit if it got too boring on the beach.

Evette:No need to explain yourself to me, Jean. . . . You forget I know you.  I'm going to use your phone.  Daddy probably wants me to run off somewhere and do him some favor.

She discards her wet suit while she is talking, and walks into the cabin with a towel on.

Evette:(Picks up the phone.)  Daddy, mon cheri, what is the problem?  Jean told me you sounded very troubled.
Yes, I remember him, Reba Mumbino, the one from South Africa.  Why do you need a detective? . . . Father, it is not important that you have every valuable jewel that ever comes up for sale.  O.K., I will go and see him, but please, Daddy, remember your heart.  You are getting too old to let these little things upset you.  I am leaving now.  (As she goes to get off the phone, Jean comes in wearing a devilish look.)

Jean:Let me dry you off.

Evette:No, you don't, Jean. . . . You can get away that that with some tourist, but not with me.

Jean:Evette (fains disappointment), I only have eyes for you, my love.  (He kisses her on the shoulder.)

Evette:That's your trouble, Jean.  You have too much free time.  Find something besides your polo to captivate your interests.  Sometimes I think you would have been better off had you not inherited your fortune and maybe then you wouldn't be so bored.  (She pulls away.)  Now if you'll excuse me, I must return to Paris.

Jean:Would you care to have my pilot fly you?

Evette:No, that won't be necessary.  I'll just take the train.  I have plenty of time.

(Interior-Train-Day)

Evette is looking out the window.  A middle-aged woman comes up to her.

Woman:Excuse me, Miss.  I couldn't help noticing you sitting here.  (She shows her a magazine cover.)  I was telling my husband over there that you bear a striking resemblance to this cover girl her.  (She thrusts the magazine forward.)

Evette:I hope so.  It is me.  You must have very good perception to recognize me without my makeup on.  (Evette picks up her paperback book.)

Woman:Well, excuse me for interrupting.

Evette looks up at her.

Evette:It's O.K.  It happens often.

Woman:Would you care to join us for a game of bridge?  My sister's traveling with us and we could use a fourth.

Evette:Yes, I'd be delighted.

She goes over to join them.

(Exterior-Evening-Paris)

Evette is walking through a seedy district of Paris and is passing several women of the night all dressed and ready to go.  She spots a glitzy night spot, Le Jardin Rouge, and walks in.  There is a mixed group.  A band is playing and the waitresses have little to nothing on.  A solitary handsome black man is sitting sipping a drink when Evette approaches him.

Evette:Reba.  (He is shocked, stands to greet her and offers her a seat.)

Reba:What bring you down here, another assignment?

Evette:No, not for me--my father.  It seems that he was outbid on a stone, and now he wants to find out who has it.  He told me to give you this.  (She reaches in her purse and pulls out a large was of francs.)  They are all thousand franc notes.

Reba:There is over fifty thousand francs here.  What is the name of the stone?

Evette:The Black Star of Africa, do you know it?

Reba:I know that during World War II, it was owned by Rommel for a brief period of time and then disappeared.  But tell me, what makes it of such interest to your father?  He has already one of the most extensive jewel collections.

Evette:It is one that he has wanted for a long, long time.  Can you find out who has it?

Reba:That's all?  Find out who has it, nothing more?

Evette shakes her head yes.

Evette:This is just a retainer, Reba.  My father is getting older; I am worried about his heart.  I myself don't care about the stone, but I do care about him.  Please find out who has it.  My father will pay anything to get it.

Reba:Did he tell you what auction house represented it?

Evette:Southeby's.

Reba:Then in the morning I shall leave on the Corcorde for New York City.

Evette:(Pulls out a special number on a card.)  This number, just call it and money will be sent to you in any amount anywhere in the world.

Reba:Just who has it?  I'm not to steal this stone?

Evette:My father just wants to buy it, not steal it.  Whoever has it will surely sell it for some price.  (She takes him by the arms.)  Come, let us have dinner together.  Tomorrow you are off, and I would like to buy you dinner.

She pulls him away from the table and they walk outside.

(Exterior-Van Zadden Estate-Day)

An armored vehicle drives up the Van Zadden driveway.  It pulls to the front door and four men with submachine guns jump out.  A guard carries a well wrapped package consisting of a locked metal box.  The servants let him in.  Rand, wearing a silk housecoat and slippers and ascot, sits in a beautifully carved chair while the guard places the metal container in front of him.

Guard:I was instructed that you would like to view your merchandise before we had it placed in the vault.

Rand:That is correct.  Would you please open it for me?

Guard:Not meaning any disrespect, sir, but the code word . . .

Rand:Yes, how foolish of me.  Granite.
Guard:Very well.  (He works the combination lock.  It is a computerized code and consists of fourteen numbers.  Inside the metal box is a beautiful gold jewel case exquisitely carved with ivory.  The stone is resting inside on a red velvet cloth.  Its beauty is blinding.)

  Rand reaches out and takes it in his hand.  He walks over to the window with it and examines it.  His servant comes in and the guard reacts by pulling up his machine gun.

Rand:Please, it is quite alright.  It's my man, Jonathan.

Jonathan:Excuse me, sir.  I just wanted to see if you wished some refreshments for yourself, and I was told you had guests.

Rand:(Holding up the stone to the light.)  Jonathan, you are looking at one of the rarest diamonds ever discovered--over fifty flawless carats, exquistely cut and truly a most historical setting.

Jonathan:It is beautiful, sir.  You'll be keeping it here, sir?
Rand:Don't be foolish.  In fact, I should get ready for work.  (He walks over and places the stone back in the velvet.)  You may return it to the vault.

Guard:Thank you, sir.  (He closes it in the case.)  Have a pleasant day.

(Exterior-Airport-Day)

The van and motorcade pull away.

(Exterior-Airport-Day)

A Concorde jet lands in New York City.  The skyline is visible in the background.

(Interior-Customs-Day)

A long line is formed and Reba is waiting to clear customs.

Customs Officer:May I see your passport, please?

Reba:(Hands him the passport.)  Here.

Customs Officer:The length of your stay?

Reba:A few days.

Customs Officer:Where will you be staying?

Reba:Helmsley House, Manhattan.

Customs Officer:Very well, you may proceed.

Reba walks past the sign, "Welcome to the United States of America."  He walks outside and catches a limo for Manhattan.

(Interior-Southeby's-Day)

Reba walks in the front of the auction house and hands his card to a secretary.  He sits back and waits.

Secretary:Mr. Bates shall see you now.

Reba:Thank you.

(Interior-Office-Day)

The office is splendidly decorated with exquisite Regency period furniture and rare oil paintings.  It is a luxurious walnut with gold embroidered draperies.  On the wall are pictures of the founders.

Mr. Bates:I understand you work for Mssr. Gateaux.  How can I be of assistance?

Reba:You may answer just one question.  The winning bid for the Black Star of Africa--who did it go to?  (Reba walks over to a third story window and opens it.  He looks out on the street below.)

Mr. Bates:I'm noat at liberty to say, Mssr. Mumbino.  All our bids are kept in the strictest confidence.

Reba:My client is not in a position to take no for an answer, Mr. Bates.  I have been told that he has spent a considerable fortune in your auction house and was prepared to go two or three times what you sold the Black Star for.  The real question is why?  Why was such a valuable stone sold for such a pittance?

Mr. Bates:$35,000,000 is hardly a pittance.

Reba:(Walks over and pours himself a glass of water.)  Sir, you take me for a fool.  I know that items are sold on commission.  I also know that the price can be fixed for a bribe, obviously a large one, to insure the right buyer at the right price.  Now I am not making any accusations.  Mssr. Gateaux does not wish to steal the stone.  He just wishes to purchase it.

Mr. Bates grows a little uncomfortable and backs away from Reba towards the window.  Reba follows him and makes his move.  Mr. Bates finds himself held by his belt and suspended over the concrete sidewalk.

Reba:Now it would be quite uncomfortable for you if I should let you go, Mr. Bates.  Quite, quite uncomfortable.

Mr. Bates:(In a state of panic.)  I swear to God, I'd tell you if I knew.  Only Mr. Lawrence knows.  All I did was prepare the diamond for shipping.  I just know it went to South Africa.

Reba:Very good, what was the name of the shipper?

Mr. Bates:IDS.  Their number is on my desk.  Please don't.  (He is pulled in.)

Reba:You didn't really think I would drop you, did you?  The number--get it for me.
Mr. Bates:(Nervously.)  Right here, they are over on Amsterdam Avenue.  Here.  (He hands Reba a card.)

Reba deposits the number in his jacket pocket and walks out.

(Exterior-INS Freight-Day)

Reba walks in the freight office.  He produces an Interpool badge and shows the secretary who runs for her boss.

Reba:I'm agent Jacque Armand.  I am investigating the theft of a jewel shipment from Southeby's that was sent to South Africa.

Boss:(Smoking.)  You can't mean the Black Star, the one we sent to Van Zadden in South Africa?

Reba:That is precisely the one.  Can I review your files on it, please?

Boss:I don't see how that could have possibly been stolen.  I just received word from our Johanesburg office that the shipment was viewed and then vaulted over twelve hours ago.  Please excuse me for a minute.  I must make a call.  There must be a terrible mistake.

Reba:Certainly.

When he slips into his office, Reba slips out the door and rushes down the staircase to the bustling street.  He rushes to the nearest phone.  The phone is directly next to some street peanut shufflers.

Reba:(Picks up the phone.)  Yes, operator get me in Paris 951 7768.  No, make it collect from Reba.

(Interior-DeGuerre's Bedroom)

Mimi shuffles around and answers the phone.

DeGuerre:Que est il?  Qui.

Mimi:Claude, it is the detective your daughter hired.

Claude:(Turning on the bedside light.)  Yes, Van Zadden.  The bastard.  Damn, of all the people to get the stone.  Thank you, you have done very well.  There will be nothing else.  Can you meet me in my office tomorrow? . . . Very well, I'll see you then.
Claude hangs up the phone.  He walks over and plays with the peanut shufflers.

Mimi:What's wrong?  He found out for you who has the stone.

Claude:Rand Van Zadden.  Now I understand why it never reached the minimum bid.  His family has been with the DeBeers for generations.  He must have wanted the stone for his personal collection.

Mimi:Everyone has a price.  Don't give up now.  At least you know where it is.

Claude:The English have a saying, "Every snake has its hole."  If I want this stone, I shall have to enter the hole with the snake.

Mimi:Maybe I can help you forget about the stone for just a little bit.

She starts to carress him.  She reaches over and turns off the light.

(Interior-DeGuerre's Office-Day)

Reba enters into DeGuerre's office.  He overhears a small bit on the phone.
Claude:Damn you to hell, Van Zadden.  $100,000 is three times what you paid for the stone, and you've owned it less than three days.  I want it.  And I'll get it . . .

Claude slams the phone down.

Reba:We found who has it and now the cat don't want to sell.  There's more than one way to skin a snake, Mssr. DeGueere.

Claude:Look, I appreciate you finding out so quickly.  It seems that Van Zadden has plans to feature the stone at a fashion and jewelry show next week in Johanesburg.  Look, I know that you are probably not too comfortable with returning to South Africa, but I guarantee that it would be worth your while.  The editor of "Le Mondede Paris" is a close friend of Mimi's.  I'll get you some press passes so you have complete access.

Reba:I am not a jewel thief, Mssr.  I don't treasure rotting in a South African prison.  May I suggest that you ask your daughter to go with me.  She is one of the top models here and no one would suspect her, and myself, I would be less suspect if I traveled with her.

Claude:Splendid idea.  I suggest that you get your visas in order.  I shall have my secretary book several suites.

Reba:Mssr., I am not without connection in South Africa.  There are basic freedoms denied to my people.  The very nature of your business could be beneficial to our cause.  Perhaps I could arrange a trade, what you want for what they want.

Claude:By all means, if you find that such a trade could be arranged, then I am sure I could accommodate it.  It is not that I am a greedy man, Mssr. Mumbino, it is just that I have amassed one of the finest collections of precious stones outside of the Smithsonian Institute.  I live in a world surrounded by man made objects.  This stone, the Black Star, was crystallized by an act of God, millions of pounds of pressure, intense heat, it represents more than money, it represents to be the very essence of creation.  That out of an item as simple as carbon, God's hands could fashion a beautiful and rare gem.  Do you understand?

Reba:Yes, I see that with you it is a cause--a cause for which you are willing to pay whatever it takes.  For me, I have forgotten too long the cause of my people in chains.  Not chains like the slavers used to put on us when they shipped whole families to the new world, but slaves to the white man's greed for gold and power.  Mssr. DeGuerre, I have grown comfortable living in a country where men are not classified by race, where I have to hang my head to no one and I am treated like a man, not like a sub-human.  I have forgotten for too long the struggles of my brothers.  Perhaps this situation is an opportunity to make things better.

DeGuerre:For whatever reason, Mssr. Mumbino, every man has to follow the dictates of his conscience.  You have only need to call the number my daughter gave you if you have need of anything.

(Exterior-Paris Garden-Day)

Clause is walking with Evette through a beautiful rose garden.

Claude:I need your help on this one.

Evette:Father, it's always one more stone.  The world is more than stones.  Father, it's people, real people.

Claude:You've never understood.  You're just like your mother.  She was every bit as headstrong as you.  God bless her soul.

Evette:(Studies him seriously and takes his arm.)  All right, Papa, I shall go with Mssr. Mumbino and see if I can be of some help in helping you get your stone.  I'll even speak to Van Zadden if you wish.  I'll tell him how important it is to you, but don't expect miracles, Father.  In all likelihood, he is just as sutbborn as you.  Father, next year I will be retiring from modeling.  I want to get into movies.

Clause:And I suppose you would like me to pay for a few, heh?  Evette, yu needn't even ask.  Mimi already told me that you've been making the rounds with her agents.  We shall acquire the proper property for your first starring role.

Evette:(Kisses him.)  Thank you so much, Father.  How is it you always beat me to the punch?

Claude:(They walk out of the rose garden into the beautiful shopping arena.)  Come let your father buy you some traveling clothes.  South Africa is a little cold this time of year.

(Interior-Furrier-Day)

Evette is modeling a beautiful full length chinchilla.

Claude:Exquisite.  Do you like it, darling?

Evette:Yes, Daddy, I love it.

Claude:(Hands the lady his card.)  Please have it delivered to use this evening.

They exit and get into his limosine.

Claude:I am meeting him at Monteblanc.  Would you care to join us at least for a drink and some appetizers?  After all, you are going to be gone over a week.

Evette:Yes, I would love to.

(Interior-Dining Room-Evening)

The maitre'd shows them to the trable and the waiter comes over and brings them champagne.  The restaurant is extremely plush and in a matter of a few seconds, Jean comes over to the table.

Jean:(Takes Evette's hand.)  Darling, what a pleasant surprise, and Mssr. DeGuerre.

Claude:Mssr. Nevaliere, I haven't seen you since the last international polo match against Italy.  I must say you made some smashing saves.

Jean:Quite unfortunate that we lost, nonetheless.  I am leaving for some matches in South Africa.  I hear they have fielded quite a good team.

Evette:South Africa?

Jean:Yes, what is that so odd?  Just because they have some racial tension doesn't mean that it has affected the Polo Club.  They probably could win the Olympics if they were allowed to enter.  This match will not be for any points in the international standing, just technically an exhibition or rather a series.  The English and Italian team will be there as well.

Evette:I leave for South Africa next week.

Jean:Johannesburg?

Evette:Yes, and you?

Jean:We'll be in the three major population centers: Johannesburg, Capetown and the playground of the fabulously wealthy Sun City.

Claude:Would you care to join us?  Here comes my Mimi now.

Jean:(Gets up.)  I'd love to, but I am with someone.  (He points to a beautiful blonde.)  Evette, look me up in South Africa.  I'll make sure you get excellent seats.  (He kisses her.)  Mssr. DeGuerre, (he extends his hand) if I can ever get you any seats for yourself or anything at all, do not hesitate to call me.  Here is my card.  (He pulls out a business card.)  As you know, my father is the owner of the team.

Mssr. DeGuerre:(Smiles gregariously.)  Yes, Jean, I am well aware of that.  (He stands when Mimi comes over.)  Mimi, this is Jean Nevalier, a friend of Evette's and also one of our nation's top polo players.

Mimi:Pleased to meet you.  Won't you be staying?  (She eyes him coyly.)

Jean:No, I really must be getting back to my table.  I can't let the oysters chill too long.  Au revoir.

(Exterior-Diamond Mine-Evening)

Ezekiel and twenty of his soldiers are hiding behind some shacks at the side of a large diamond mine.

Lieutenant:The explosives are set for O nine hundred.

Ezekiel:Good.  That leaves us ten minutes.  Are all the men back?

Lieutenant:Everyone except Bello and Yorba.

Ezekiel:What is their position?

Lieutenant:They were to have mined the field equipment.  Sir, the security detail has been nearly doubled.  We had better move out now, if we're to get the men to safety.

Ezekiel:You go ahead with the men.  I am going to try and get Bello and Yorba.

Lieutenant:Sir.

Ezekiel:Move, it's an order.  (He pulls out a wicked looking knife and grips it in his teeth.)

Ezekiel crawls down towards the motorized equipment.  He shuffles quickly under a caterpillar when he hears footsteps.  As the guard passes him, he grabs him and drags him underneath where he slits his throat.  He peers around and sees plastic explosives on several of the machines.  He darts between several vehicles and sees his two men huddled under a piece of heavy equipment.  There is a group of three guards casually talking and smoking just to the side of them.  They spot Ezekiel and he give them a hand signal.  They acknowledge.  Ezekiel comes out.

Ezekiel:Hey.  (He throws his knife.  It sticks in one guard's throat.)

The guards panic.  His two other men sieze the opportunity and kill the other two.  Several shots are fired.  They all narrowly escape and as they are just leaving the compound, the explosives start kicking in.  The mine is totally demolished.

(Interior-Van Zadden's Office-Day)

Around a large conference table, fourteen men sit.  Three are wearing military uniforms.  The rest are corporate types.

Military:We have tightened the security.  The guard around that diamond mine was triple its usual strength.

Van Zadden:Do you understand, Colonel?  Our diamond mine was totally wiped out.  Do you know what this could do to our economy if we keep suffering these drastic losses?  First a good mine, then a magnesium mine, then a diamond mine.  Three major disasters, all acts of sabotage in the last month.  I want a whole sale sweep of all the black township.  I want all the known agitators and members of the Black Sash picked up.  I want protection.

Government Official: Mr. Van Zadden, what you are proposing will cause widespread rioting.

Van Zadden:With all due respect, Mr. Secretary, we haven't begun to see what rioting could take place if our country were to be taken over by these sabeteurs.  It is not my own economic well being I am concerned about, sir, but that of a whole nation, a whole lifestyle built on the separation of the races.  Our very way of life is being threatened and the ring leaders, whoever they are, have to be brought in and punished.  Someone somewhere is supporting these sabeteurs.  Plastic explosives, machine guns--they are well equipped, and I want the ring leaders.  Now I suggest that you bring in every known troublemaker and everyone in their families.  Set up detention camps if you have to.  The United States did it with the Japanese.  Gentlemen, we are at war.  (Picks up his briefcase.)  Now if you will excuse me, I think I have made my point clear.  I have some business to attend to.
(Exterior-Black Township-Day)

Military vehicles roll in, jeeps and troop convoys.  The soldiers go house to house and round up people.  Entire families are removed and taken away.  Women are screaming and babies are crying.

(Exterior-Black Township-Evening)

Ezekiel comes back with several of his men.  The place is like a ghost town.  One old man with a mangy dog herding a cow along approaches them.

Ezekiel:Eli, where is everyone?

Eli:They was all rounded up.  This afternoon Army convoy came and took away nearly a thousand people.  They was lookin for you.  This place isn't safe anymore.  You'd better leave.  A whole lot of people around here are unhappy about their families being taken.

Ezekiel:My wife and child.

Eli:Government is putting everyone in detention camps.  It's happening everywhere.  No trial, no judges, nothin.  Just leave with the clothes on your back.  Bombing their mines is just making it worse, boy.  For years I've lived peacefully with the white man, and you're stirring up a hornet's nest.  The folly of the young.

Ezekiel:The winds of change are blowing, Eli.  I hope you live long enough to see freedom for our people.

Ezekiel (to troops):  Go home.  We have no way of knowing who has been taken.  We shall leave tomorrow and set up a new headquarters.  We shall go closer to the viper's nest in Soweto.

Bello:The price of our struggle is very high.

Ezekiel:Yes it is.  It will get higher.  Without the shedding of blood, there is no change.  There is but one consolation.  We shed our blood and sacrifice our families so our children won't live in bondage.

Ezekiel walks down the street to his shack.  He walks in.  The light is still on the televsion is on.  There is no one there.  The announcer on the television is talking about the event of the week.  Ezekiel sits in front of the television hold his head.  He listens.
Announcer:On the brighter side, today the cultural center was host to a large contingency of fashion magazine editors and designers from all over the world.  They are here for Rand Van Zadden's first international jewelry and fashion show.  (Addressing Mr. Van Zadden with two lovely models draped over his arms.)  Mr. Van Zadden, what prompted this international fashion show?

Van Zadden:The world must know that we are an educated, civilized country and must get a balanced view, not just reports of racial strife and bloodshed.  We have representatives from fifty different countries, enjoying the fine hospitality that South Africa offers to men and women of all races.

Announcer:I understand that Friday night you will unveil to the world one of the rarest diamonds ever discovered, the Black Star of Africa.

Van Zadden:Yes, it is certainly one of the grandest acquisitions that Rand International has made, and it will be unveiled Friday.  It is of priceless value and is one of the few truly rare gems today that is not in a museum.  Now, if you will excuse me.
Announcer:You heard it.  Channel fifteen will be on hand Friday for the unveiling of the Black Star of Africa, no publicly seen since Rommel, the desert fox, removed it from South Africa during World War II.

Ezekiel gets up and turns off the television.

(Interior-Ballroom-Evening)

Evette and Reba approach Van Zadden.

Evette:(Extends her hand.)  Congratulations on the success of your event.  You have created quite a star in the international community.  I must admit, it took quite a bit of bravado to stage such an event in a country so torn by violence.

Van Zadden:Miss DeGuerre, are you here in your own interests or in your father's?

Evette:My own for my father, Mr. Van Zadden.  I know you two have been often at the other side of bidding wars, but I am here to make you an offer for your stone.  Quite frankly, my checkbook is open to whatever amount you would set.  My father is a wealthy man.  I hate to see him suffer any heart pains in not getting what he so desires to complete his collection.

Reba:Would you mind, darling, if I get a shot of the two of you together?  (Evette poses with Van Zadden.)

Van Zadden:You are a charming girl, and I would love to acceed to your wishes, but I am afraid the diamond is not sale, not now, not ever, for any price.  I have thousands and thousands of diamonds, Miss DeGuerre.  You see, it was my father that discovered the stone.  He unfortunately lost it in a poker gave to an Arab in the 30s.  It disappeared after World War II.  So you see, I was quite anxious myself to get it back.  It is my family honor.  Now, if you'll excuse me.  (He kisses her hand.)

Reba:The snake gave you the brush.  Your father is not going to acquire that stone through normal channels.

Evette:What are you suggesting?  We steal it?

Reba:Not we.  We wouldn't make it five feet with that stone.  This is a police state.  But there are those who can.

Evette:Surely you must be joking?

Reba:No Evette, there is more than just a stone at stake here.  It is the survival of a people, my people.  Look around you.  How many blacks do you see?

Evette:Many.

Reba:Yes, all the servants, all the waiters, all the doormen.  My countrymen are a race of servants to the white man.  There are no black free men here.  It is a miracle that I am even allowed to stay in the same hotel with whites.  While the world has opened up to racial equality, South Africa has returned to the dark ages.

Evette:Reba (puts her hand on his arm), don't do anything foolish.

Reba:On the contrary, I'm going to do one of the few meaningful things I've ever done.
(Interior-Doctor's Office-Morning)

Reba walks in.  He is still wearing his press badge.  He greets the nurse.

Reba:Is Doctor Trebliski in?  I would like to see him.

Nurse:Do you have an appointment?

Reba:We are old acquaintances.  I am sure that he will wish to see me.  Please give him my card.  (He hands it to her.)

He looks around the office.  The nurse opens the door to the back.

Nurse:You may see him, right this way.

Reba enters an office.  The doctor is studying some charts on his desk.  They are x-rays.

Doctor:Reba Mumbino, what brings you back to South Africa?  I thought you had had it with the whole lot of us.

Reba:I'm on assignment.  I'll come right to the point, Doc.  I suspect time has not softened your attitude to apartheid.

Doctor:True, I still find it abhorrently sub-human.

Reba:Myself, I too find it so.  I'm back to help the movement.  I must get in touch with Ezekiel.  Do you have a way?

Doctor:The government just detained nearly everyone is his village.  I do know that he has come to Soweto.  I can arrange a meeting if you like.  Where you are staying?

Reba:Princess Intercontinental.

Doctor:Ha, our government is really putting on a disguise for the visitors.  Non-whites at the Intercontinental.  I trust your stay is a pleasant one.

Reba:I'm here with Evonne DeGuerre.  Her father is a leading supplier and manufacturer of the Exocet rocket.  I'm sure you're aware of them?

Doctor:I must say you are traveling in quite high circles.  I shall have Ezekiel there this evening.

(Exterior-Polo Grounds-Day)

Jean is walking his horse back to the stall.  He walks past a group of South Africans gathered in a circle.  Upon closer observation, he notices that they are watching a team member beat a stable hand.

Jean:What did that fellow do?

Observer:He neglected to fasten the saddle tightly.  Don't you remember how their lead nearly fell off his pony?

Jean:It seems that he'll beat the young fellow to death.  (He pushes his way to the front.)

Another blow from the polo mallet is falling on the young black beaten body.  Jean intercepts.

Jean:I say, fellow.  He's had enough.  Take your curelty out on someone your own size.  (The man looks at Jean, who is quite formidable.)  (To the boy.)  You go.  (The boy can barely pick himself up.)
Manfred (polo player):  Why do you intervene, Nevaliere?  These are our affairs.

Jean:A loose saddle does not warrant a beating of that kind.  I am here at the invitation of your government.  I am sure they don't wish me to stand by while a young boy is murdered.  In my country they would have you up on charges.  (He hands him back the mallet.)  I suggest you learn to use your mallet a little better on the playing field and not on the bodies of your grooms.  (He pushes past the crowd and continues on.)

Jean opens the door to his still.  The young boy is huddled in the corner.

Boy:Thank you.  Mr. Manfred has a dreadful temper.  I really didn't mean to leave his saddle loose.  He took that pony out of order.

Jean:(Reaches in and hands him some money.)  It's not much, but I suggest you leave and never return.  This is my card.  If you can get to France, I shall find you suitable employment.  You call me if you need help with a ticket.  I never imagined that things were like this down here.  In France even our animals are treated better than they treat the non-whites here.

Boy:(Looks at all the money.)  Thank you.  Thank you so much, sir.  I am almost done with my education.  Maybe I will come to France to work.

Jean:Not all whites are enemies.  Just those who refuse to acknowledge their equality with all men.

(Exterior-Princess-Evening)

Jean and five of his teammates walk into the lobby of the Princess.  He walks up to the desk.

Jean:Evette DeGuerre's room, please.

Clerk:Just a moment, please.  (He picks up a phone to call her room.  There is no answer.)  Perhaps you should try out nightclub.  Our guests don't seem to be spending much time in their rooms.
Teammate:She not in?

Jean:He said try the nightclub.

They walk in the nightclub.  It is jammed with people drinking and dancing.  He spots Evette talking with Reba and an elderly white man (the doctor).  Jean walks over to join them.

Evette:Jean darling, what a pleasant surprise.  I've been meaning to attend one of your matches, but I've been so dreadfully busy.  (She points to Reba and the doctor.)  This is Doctor Trebliski and Reba Mumbino.

Jean:Yes, your French detective.  Say, why don't we all get out of here?  I'll give my teammate the heave ho.  Maybe we could find somewhere quieter to talk.

Doctor:I have my car and chauffeur outside.  I think it is a splendid idea.  Evette tells me you are captain of the French International Polo Team.  I used to play when I was a little younger.  It is quite a way to transport your animals, isn't it?

Jean:Yes indeed, quite a distance.

As they leave, Jean tells his friends that he'll be gone awhile.  He points to Evette.  They nod and he leaves.

(Exterior-Hotel-Night)

The limo drives up to pick them up.  Behind the wheel is Ezekiel.  His eyes meet Reba's eyes but they don't speak.

Doctor:Mombiso, take us to my home, please.

Ezekiel:Yes, sir.

As they drive down the street, they make small talk.  The doctor lives in a neighborhood with a guard at the front gate.  He waves the car through.  The car pulls up in front of the palatial house and everyone gets out.  Ezekiel gets out and joins them.  The doctor takes Evette aside.

Doctor:I don't think it was wise bringing him here.  It's not at all in our plans.

Evette:He won't say anything.  Besides, he could be useful in our plans.

They are approached by Ezekiel.  The doctor leaves her with him and goes out to tend to the other guests.

Ezekiel:I am told you want to help the people with our struggle.

Evette:Reba has told me much of your struggle.

Ezekiel:Has he told you how we have to drink our own urine?  How we are shot like cattle, how our homes are destroyed if we're suspected of being sympathizers?  Has he told you that now as we speak, my children and wife are being held in a detention camp outside of Pretoria?

Evette:No, he has tole me you need weapons.  My father makes them.  He is a large munitions dealer.  He has unlimited supplies of the latest and most sophisticated weapons ever designed.

Ezekiel:And in exchange, the Black Star of Africa?

Evette:Yes, he is an old and foolish man.  I love him deeply, but he is obsessed with owning every valuable diamond that comes on the markets.  What are the chances?
Ezekiel:When one stalks the enemy, it is good to know about him.  Rand Van Zadden is my mortal enemy.  His longtime servant, Jonathan, is my father's brother.  It would not be impossible to get the stone.  Difficult, yes.  But get it we shall.  We must have the weapons.

Evette:And the weapons--getting them here?

Ezekiel:Didn't I hear you say you could get some outside help?

Evette:Yes, but I don't see how he could.

Ezekiel:Trust me, I think it can be done.  If we move quickly, we may be in time to make another attack on the northern diamond and gold mines.  Come, let us joint the others.  I would like to meet your polo player friend, Jean.

Evette:You already know about him?  (Ezekiel nods.)  From Reba?

Ezekiel:(Nods again.)  Yes, I must know about those with whom I take into my confidence.

They walk into the doctor's recreation room where Reba is playing a game of pool with the doctor.  Reba makes a very complex shot.  Reba asks Jean if he'd like to try a rack.

Reba:Jean, would you care for a game?

Jean:I'd love one.  Can I break?

Reba:(Motions to the table.)  Be my guest.

Jean breaks and knocks in two balls, both solids.  He proceeds to clear the table of all the solids and then sinks the eight ball.

Reba:Very good.

Ezekiel:Quite impressive.  Tell me, Jean, what do you think of the racism in this fair country of ours?

Jean:Quite brutal.  Just today I had to rescue a young stable boy from a severe, nearly fatal beating.  Most of the whites here seem to have no regard for the lives of others.  I was quite appalled.

Ezekiel:If you could help us overthrow the mantel of oppression, would you?

Jean:You mean at considerable risk to myself?

Doctor:Jean, we need some help smuggling weapons into the country.  These polo matches would provide the perfect opportunity.

Reba:It is almost a sure bet that if the weapons were loaded in false panels below your horses, they would be undetected.

Jean:What would I have to do?

Evette:Nothing, just agree and assist us in unloading the weapons.  It really would be quite safe. Right?

Ezekiel:Yes, quite safe.  They would be unloaded by the next morning.

Jean:What kind of weapons are we talking about?

Evette:Rocket launchers from my dad's plant.

Jean:He knows this?

Evette:Yes, my father has dealt with many freedom fighters.

Jean:Well, I hate to sound so mercenary, but what's in it for me?  Why should I risk the reputation of my team, not to mention my family's honor, to be part of a smuggling scheme?

Doctor:Is it honorable that my country treats people as animals just because of their skin color?  It is a chance to help turn things around, Mr. Nevaliere.  I take great risks in helping the freedom fighters.  The secret police here have informers everywhere.  At any moment I could be swept off to prison or put in front of a firing squad for treasonous acts against our government.

Jean:Very well, you have made your point.  Next week we'll be doing another series of matches down in Capetown.  My horses are now in Lyon.  We were planning on shipping them up to Paris, for transfer down here by air cargo.  I have a friend.  He owns the air cargo company.  I shall speak to him to make sure they leave undetected and there is no noticeable difference in the weight that would attract attention.  Being the son of a former ambassador, if anything goes wrong, I am certain it wouldn't go as poorly for me as for anyone else.

Evette:(Throws her arms around him.)  I knew we could count on you, Jean.

Ezekiel:I shall travel to Capetown to unweld the horse containers.

Reba:I shall go also to be on hand to assure that there will be no mishaps.

Ezekiel:Well then, it is up to us to retrieve the Black Star of Africa.

Jean:What does the diamond have to do with this?  Isn't that the one featured in your fashion show?

Evette:Yes, we are trading it to my daddy for the weapons.
Jean:Impossible, this whole plan is incredible.  Just how do you plan on removing it from the country?  That is, if you can even get it fifteen feet outside of the exhibit building.

Doctor:Perhaps the four of you should return to your hotel.  It is almost ten o'clock and curfew is certainly going to make it difficult if you are detained on the way back.

Ezekiel:I shall need to get a closer look at where the diamond is kept, in order to perfect my plans.  Would you mind if I posed as your chauffeur, Evette?  Can you see the convention center from your room?

Evette:No, not at all.  Yes, quite clearly.

Reba:I have brought some items to help you, Ezekiel.

(Interior-Hotel-Evening)

Evette walks through the lobby with Ezekiel carrying some boxes for her.  They approach the elevator and push the button for her floor.  No one even gives them a second glance.  From her room the ceiling of the convention center is visible.  When they are settled, Ezekiel opens the window and lowers himself down.

(Exterior-Hotel-Evening)

Ezekiel makes his way over on a narrow ledge.  He nearly loses his balance and finally makes it over to the convention center where he crawls over to a window and peeks down at the glass case containing the Black Star.  He sees the laser guarding the piece and notices one guard in the corner.  He slips open the window and pulls out a small blow gun.  The guard slaps at his neck and then slumps over.  Ezekiel ties a strand of wire onto the roof and lowers himself down.  He puts on glasses that enable him to see the infrared beams that can trigger off silent alarms.  He weaves his way in and out of the beams and is pressed against the glass case containing a large array of gems including the Black Star.  Another security guard comes down the corridor.  He stops to wake up his friend and is hit in the hand by a poisonous dart.  He slaps his hand and keels over.  Ezekiel takes out a small power tool.  He begins to cut the thick glass.  In no time he is able to cut through the thick glass and makes a hole large enough for his hand.

(Interior-Alarm Center-Night)

A man watching a video monitor notices a light going off.  He immediately calls on the red phone.

(Exterior-Police Station-Evening)

A squad of cars leave in a rush.

(Interior-Bedroom-Evening)

The phone rings at Van Zadden's home.  He groggily answers it.

Van Zadden:Someone better have a pretty good reason for calling me this late.  A break-in, you are sure  . . .  I'll be right over.  This damn well better be a hoax.

(Interior-Convention Center-Evening)

Ezekiel notices that the box was wired.  He runs towards the wire and pulls himself up towards the roof.  He doesn't have time to even retrieve the wire.  He climbs up the ledge towards Evette's room.  The window is still open.  She is just getting out of the shower.  The moment he enter, you can hear the sirens of the police cars.  Ezekiel closes and locks the window.  He immediately turns off the lights.

Ezekiel:(Grabs her.)  Please, not a sound.  (He pulls out the stone.)

Evette:How on earth?

Ezekiel:I've been trained by certain parties.  It was not hard.

Evette:You told me you were just going to check it out.  You didn't say tonight.
Ezekiel:One problem remains.  I cannot leave the hotel now.  I shall have to stay with you.  (He reaches for her and begins to kiss her.)

She does not resist.  He pulls the towel from her body and guides her towards the bed.

(Interior-Hotel Room-Day)

She gets up and sees him at the window.  He is able to see the extra police cars still around the area.

Ezekiel:It's late.  We must leave for Capetown immediately or soon we shall not be able to go at all.

Evette:But the show.  How will I explain?

Ezekiel:Tell them you are off to see your boyfriend's polo tournament.

Evette:The stone.  What about the stone?

Ezekiel:You are carrying it inside you.  I put it there while you were sleeping.  After we made love.  Don't worry, it won't cut you.  I wrapped it in gauze.  (Evette looks down.)

Evette:I must phone my father immediately.  (She picks up the hotel room phone.)  Operator, get me Paris, 687 0889.  (She sits up in bed.)  Father, it's simply marvelous.  Yes, Father, I have gotten everything done.  Be a darling, Father.  Jean needs some help getting some more of his polo ponies down here.  Would you send some people down and have them airfreighted to Capetown?   Yes, send ten of the best.  Daddy, I have to go now.  I'll call you later.  Chow.  (She hangs up the phone and gets out of bed.  She picks up a robe and puts it on.)  I'm going to shower.  Ring Room 441.  We must tell Reba to pack as well.

Ezekiel:Of course, that is a good idea.  (Ezekiel pulls out the cutter and the glasses.)  Also, I must thank him for the use of these.

Evette:He knew and I didn't?

Ezekiel:One shouldn't tell a woman everything.

(Exterior-Horse Farm, Lyons, France-Day)

Several farm hands are loading polo ponies.  A truck with the insignia DeGuerre Munitions (DM) on the side and a ramp is being loaded.

(Interior-Plant-Day)

DeGuerre:(Picks up a missile launcher.)  Can you fit them under the main floor?

Aman (Foreman):Yes sir, I will be happy to.  They are going to South Africa.  Il n'est pas difficulte.  I will even use rusted bolts on the bottom floor panel.  Ten of these, that is quite a few.  Someone must have paid dearly.  It seems that they are planning on taking on the entire South Africa Air Force.

DeGuerre:What they do with them doesn't concern me.  I got my price, they will get what they need.  I have chartered a cargo plane.  I would like to have it leave this afternoon.  Will that be a problem?

Aman:I am almost done fitting the panels.  You have to understand, sir, these missiles are very sensitive.  They must be properly packed or boom, no airplane, no ponies, no weapons.
DeGuerre:Very well, call me when you are finished.

(Interior-Hotel Lobby-Day)

A group of police are watching the people in the lobby.  Evette gets out of the elevator with Ezekiel carrying many bags.  Reba is walking next to them pretending to be gay.  They walk up to the front desk.

Evette:I shall like to settle my bill, please.  (She pulls out a wad of money from her wallet.)

Clerk:Very well.  (He slides it in front of her.  She looks at it and counts out a pile of money.)  You can have my calls forwarded to the Capetown Manor.

Clerk:Thank you, Miss DeGuerre.  (She steps away from the window and nearly runs into Van Zadden.  He looks distraught.)

Evette:Excuse me.

Van Zadden:(Looks at Ezekiel.)  Checking out?  The conference isn't half over.

Evette:It was quite enjoyable, but I've decided to spend a few days with my fiance in Capetown.  I believe you may have heard of him, Jean Nevalier.

Van Zadden:The captain of the French Polo Team.  Yes.  (His eyes turn to steel.)  You heard, of course, the unfortunate news.

Evette:I've only just gotten up.  What unfortunate news?

Van Zadden:The Black Star of Africa.  It was stolen last night.

Evette:So that is what all the sirens were about.  I am sorry to hear that.  Well, stones like that can't be traded freely.  I am sure you will find whoever is responsible.

Van Zadden:Yes, I as well.

Evette:Well, it is a long treck to Capetown.  We must be leaving.

As they walk towards the door, Van Zadden signals the police standing by the front door.
Police:You wouldn't mind if we check your baggage, would you?

Reba:What on earth for?  Please, can't you see we are in a hurry?

Police:I am sorry for the inconvenience, but I must insist.  (He places his hands on his pistol.)  I would prefer your cooperation.  Please follow me.

One of the ballrooms has been converted and tables are set up with police going through people's bags.

Police:Place them here.  I am afraid we are going to have to pat you down as well.  He proceeds to pat them all down.

Evette:I hardly think this is a way to treat your foreign guests, subjecting us to such searches of our persons.  (She notices someone pulling out one of her dresses.)  Please be careful.  That is a Valentino original.  It is probably worth more than you make in an entire year.

Reba:Evette, please, they are only following orders.  Please dear, don't get yourself upset.  It will just prolong this ordeal.

Evette:You are right.  I am sorry for my outburst.  Please hurry.

 (Exterior-Hotel-Day)

Ezekiel carries the packages and gets the limo trunk open where he puts them in.  They are just getting ready to leave when Van Zadden approaches the car.

Van Zadden:(To Evette.)  I know that your father was interested in the Black Star.  If you had anything to do with its disappearance, I assure you, you will grow old rotting in one of our prisons.

Evette:(Ezekiel has opened her door.)  Well, that's a cheery thought.  Good day, Mr. Van Zadden.  I hope you find your precious stone before you subject the entire world fashion community to undignified body searches.  (She steps in.  The door is closed.)

As they are driving away, she turns to Reba.
Evette:I thought for sure they would find your tools.  What happened to them?

Reba:They were of no further use.  They were dismantled and hidden.  The glasses without the beam detector look like normal glasses.  (He pulls them out.)

They all laugh.

Ezekiel:We shouldn't gloat just as of yet.  We still have several police checks to go through.  We should stop and phone the doctor to see if the arrangements have been made for Capetown.

Reba:It would be better just to and see him.  You never know whose phone is being tapped.

Ezekiel:True, Brother Reba.  You have lost none of your wits.  It is good to have you back with the struggle.

Reba:(Pats him on the shoulder.)  It is good to be back.

(Interior-Doctor's Office-Day)
They walk into the doctor's office.

Nurse:Hello, Miss.  I'll tell the doctor you are here.  (She beeps her intercom.  He answers it.)

Doctor:Yes, send them back.

(Interior-Doctor's Office-Day)

Doctor:A private plane will be waiting to take you all to Zambia after the exchange is made.  We have decided that it will be much too dangerous to have you leave by conventional means.

Evette:Also I spoke to Jean.  He had a telex from your father.  The ten ponies are being shipped and should arrive late this night.  I must say I am quite astounded by the speed of this exchange.

Evette:Myself as well.  The most astonished is Van Zadden.  I believe he thought his security system was foolproof.

Ezekiel:Had your room not been so close, it would have been.  There is no way anyone would have made it out and been able to get away.

Reba:Let us pray they don't figure that out and come looking for us.  Although I disposed of the cutter, a thorough search might turn up some of the parts.

Doctor:Well, I've secured a travel pass for Ezekiel.  You, of course, have your visas.  God bless you both.  Thank you so much for your help.  Now, perhaps it would be best to leave by the rear exit.  (He takes Evette's hand.)  It has been a pleasure meeting you.  (He shakes Reba's hand.)  It has been wonderful seeing you again, Reba.

Reba:(Hugs him around the neck.)  For myself as well.  Doc, you come visit me in France.  (Doctor opens the rear door.)

Doctor:You'd better be going.  These walls have ears.

(Interior-Highway-Day)

The limosine is driving down the highway.  A barier up ahead reads "All Vehicles Must Stop."  They pull to a stop.

Police:Good afternoon, mam.  Can I see some travel passes?

Evette:(Pulls out her visa.)  Certainly.  (She hands him hers and Ezekiel and Reba do likewise.)

He takes them and runs over to a small roadside office.  They examine them.

Evette:(To Ezekiel.)  Do you think they'll be in order?

Ezekiel:The doc is a champion at forging.  I'm sure they'll be fine.  Look, he's back already.

Police:(Hands them back.)  Drive carefully and have a good day.

(Exterior-Polo Field-Day)

The scene changes with the sound of a polo mallet hitting the ball.  The camera pans up to see Jean dueling it out with a South African polo player.  They are both galloping down field with Jean in control of the ball.  He reaches back for a goal shot and his mallet is hooked by the South African captain (Manfred).  He loses his momentum, but recovers quickly still in time to take another shot.  The shot is good.  The fans cheer and the loudspeaker resonates.  

Announcer:Nevalier with another score.  France 5, South Africa 4.

The ball is once again put into play.  The South Africans move it down field only to have the French intercept and move it down field.  The action is furious with sod flying and horses being driven feverishly.  Manfred gets control and makes headway down towards his goal.  As he swings, his mallet his Nevalliere's pony in the foreleg.  The crowd jeers and the pony cries in agony and goes down nearly falling on top of Jean Nevalliere.  The officials come out to where the horse is down.  A shouting match erupts between Manfred and Jean.

Jean:That was deliberate and a very cheap shot.

Manfred:I am sorry.  It wasn't anything of the sort.

Jean:It was my best pony.  Look (Manfred leans down to look at where the skin is broken on the horse's leg.  A stadium vet comes over to examine the animal.  Attendants bring a horse stretcher over.)

Vet:It doesn't look good.  I'll have to have him x-rayed.  At the worst, a break, at the best, a torn ligament.  It was quite a fall.  I'm surprised you were able to dismount so quickly.

The attendants load up the animal and take it off the field.  Jean mounts another pony.  The ball is put back into play and with the clock reading two minutes, the action commences.  Jean's pony is quite spirited and eager to run.  The ball comes towards Jean with Manfred galloping after it.  Jean knocks it down towards his goal and both horses race towards it.  Jean pulls the mallet over to the other side and smacks the ball in for another goal, sealing a victory for the French.  There is fifteen seconds on the clock and the South African team lets it play down.

Announcer:The winner is France 6, South Africa 4.

Crowds flood the field with papers and pens in hand requesting autographs.  Manfred pushes his way over to Jean and extends his hand.  The gesture is met with a distrustful stare by Jean.

Manfred:Sorry about your horse.  It's a rough sport, you know.

Jean:Surely it is bound to get rougher.  (Jean refuses his handshake, and turns in digust.)  You treat animals as poorly as your treat your grooms.  You disgust me.
(Interior-Locker Room-Day)

Jean is putting on his street clothing and a teammate walks over.

Teammate:Cheer up, Nevalierre, don't you have more horses arriving this evening?

Jean:It was deliberate, Pierre.  These South Africans stop at nothing to win a point.  They're worse than the English.

Teammate:Perhaps the vet can do something with Nicolai.  It was a brutal fall.  I saw it.  There is no doubt in mind it was deliberate.

Jean:Not in mine either.

(Interior-Van Zadden's Office-Day)

Van Zadden hangs up the phone.  Three police commissioners are sitting in front of him.

Van Zadden:That was the chairman of the cartel.  It is inexcuseable that we haven't found one clue about the robbery yet.

Commissioner:We have analyzed the solution on the end of the poisonous darts.  We are running a complete check on every company that manufactures the chemical.

Van Zadden:And what of the hotel?  Has the search turned up anything?

Commissioner 2:We have searched everyone that has left the hotel.  No one has been carrying anything to link them to the crime.

Van Zadden:What about the rooms?  Has there been a thorough check of all the rooms?

Commissioner 3:We are planning one as soon as these international guests have checked out.  We can't very well just send an officer in to check every room.  It would give our country a black eye.

Van Zadden:The disappearance of the Black Star already gives us a black eye.  I expect you to begin an immediate search of all the hotel rooms. Somewhere something must be hidden.

Commissioner 1:What about the guests?

Van Zadden:Announce a fire drill and we'll set up a meeting room in the convention center.  I want every room searched.  Nearly twenty-four hours have passed since the heist.  The trail only grows colder.

(Exterior-Limo-Night)

The limo is driving towards Capetown.  Up ahead on the highway there is an accident.  A man is laid out in the street.

Evette:Ezekiel, let's stop and see if that man needs help.

Ezekiel:It's not a good idea, Evette.

Evette:Don't be foolish.  (She starts to climb out of the limo.)  Reba, see if there is a first aid kit in the glove compartment.

She walks over to where the man is laying in the street.  A woman is leaning over him.  There is no blood and he is turned on his side.  From the shadows come ten young blacks armed with clubs.  The leader has a rusty old gun.  They approach her menacingly.  Reba and Ezekiel jump out.  Ezekiel screams out in a native dialogue and fires a pistol into the air.  The men scatter.  Evette is visibly shaken and Ezekiel comes over to her and puts his hands around her.

Ezekiel:Don't worry.  I tried to warn you.  Many an unsuspecting tourist has fallen victim to these roadside accidents.  Come let us leave.  They won't challenge us when we have this.  The doctor always keeps one under his front seat.

Evette:Forgive me, I was such a headstrong fool.  I should have known to listen to you.

Reba:We should be getting to Capetown in no time.

Ezekiel looks at his watch.

Ezekiel:Yes, you are right.  It is just about time.

(Interior-Meeting Room-Evening)

A group of fashion models, designers, and press are gathered in a large meeting room.  They are in various stages of dress.  Some are fully attired and others are only in their nightshirts.

Van Zadden:(Speaks over a microphone.)  It will only be a little while longer and we'll have swept the whole hotel for the terrorist bomb threat.  We are so sorry for the inconvenience.

English Model:(Wearing a nightshirt shouts out.)  That is easy for you to say.  You are dressed.  At least bring us some blankets while we wait.

The rest of the crowd murmurs in approval.

Italian Model:It is a disgrace to treat us like this.  You have us removed from our rooms in the night and herded into a room.  What kind of hospitality are your providing?

Van Zadden:Once again, we are sorry for the inconvenience.  We have bomb teams sweeping the hotel now.  They should be done quickly.  Please, we have some refreshment and hot coffee and tea brought in.  I will have some blankets brought over immediately.  (He walks off the small podium.  Julie, the editor, approaches him.)

Julie:I am afraid the publicity that is to be generated will be mostly bad.  This is half the entire world fashion community you have sequestered in a meeting room while you conduct a bomb search.

Van Zadden:I know.  (He grips his hands.)  I hope soon this ordeal will be over.  I can't help but think it was tied to that DeGuerre woman.

Police Commissioner:  (Walks up.)  He is carrying a piece of a small diamond cutter.)  We found this on the third floor.  It was hidden behind one of the light fixtures.  Very ingeniously, I must say. 

Van Zadden: Julie, get me a list of all the guests that have stayed on the third floor.  Quickly, please.  Well, Commissioner, good job, finally.  Have your men track the origin of the tool.

Commissioner:Yes, it is European.  Probably from Sweden.  It has an adjustable blade and cuts very, very quickly.  It is quite amazing.  I would say, whoever used it to break through the case was proabably able to do so in less than one minute.

Van Zadden:Then that explains why he was able to escape so quickly.  Are there any prints on the cutter?

Commissioner:I'm afraid not.
Van Zadden:Perhaps our answer lies in who is on the third floor.

Commissioner:There are over thirty rooms on the third floor.  Anyone in the hotel could have placed it there.

Van Zadden:Don't you see, Commissioner?  The only way that could have gotten into the hotel was for the thief or whoever was in on it with him to have placed it there.  Commissioner, let's get these guests back to their rooms.  I think that is all we'll discover.  Would you please make the announcement?  There are many that no longer believe this was a bomb scare.

Commissioner:(Taking the mike.)  Ladies and gentlemen, we are sorry for the inconvenience of you have to leave your hote rooms.  However, we have completed the search and we are happy to say the scare was a hoax, the work of some perveted mind.  We are very sorry for the inconvenience we have caused.

Heckler:This whole fashion show is a hoax.

Heckler 2:Yea, where's this Black Star of Africa?
Commissioner:(Turns to Van Zadden.)

Van Zadden:As some of you know, the Black Star of Africa was stolen last night.  We are attempting to locate it now.  Anyone who saw or heard anything out of the ordinary is encouraged to come forward with whatever information they might have.  The show will go on as planned tomorrow.  Our luncheon evening gown selections will begin promptly at 1:00.  Thank you for your attendance.

The crowd gets up to leave.

(Interior-Capetown Manor-Evening)

The limo pulls away as Reba accompanies Evette into the manor.

Evette:(To the clerk.)  I would like to check in.  DeGuerre two rooms.

Clerk:I am sorry, mam.  We have a room for you but only whites are permitted to stay here.  If this man works for you, we do have servant's quarters where he can be housed.
Evette:(Starts to fume.)  Why . . .

Reba:Mam, I'll be happy to stay in the servant's quarters.  Don't worry about me, I'll be quite alright.

Evette:Can you tell me which room the captain of the French polo team is staying in?  Jean Nevalier?

Clerk:I would be happy to call his room for you, mam.

Evette:Thank you.

Clerk:(Dials.)  You may pick up that phone there.

Evette:Jean, yes, I've only just arrived.  It was a dreadful drive.  Yes, the show was great . . . Good, come down and see me.  (To the clerk.)  Could you have your porter help my man with the bags, please?

Reba:Porter . . . (Takes the key from the clerk.)  Please help us.

As the elevator door opens up, Jean gets out and greets Reba cordially.  He rushes to Evette and gives her a big hug.  They kiss.

Evette:(Steps aside.)  Did the ponies arrive?

Jean:Yes, just over an hour ago.  Your father moves quite swiftly.

Evette:Money buys a lot of cooperation.  What about unloading?

Jean:Have Ezekiel do it tomorrow during the match.  It is an early one at 8:00 A.M.  The South Africans are bastards on the polo field as well.  Have you eaten?

Evette:No, I'm frustrated.

Jean:Do you have your car?

Evette:Yes, Ezekiel is outside.

Jean:Good, we can go to a delicious little bistro.  I'm simply starving.  Reba will have to stay in servant quarters.  This is not an integrated hotel.

Evette:We found out.

Jean:It is best not to even talk to any of the blacks.  The doctor called me.  I must congratulate you . . .  (They begin to walk out.)  I didn't know whether or not you'd really be able to pull it off.  I imagine just getting out of Johannesburg with a diamond that size was quite a feat.

Evette:Yes, an uncomfortable one.   (They get in the limo.)

Jean:Where have you hidden it?

She points to her lower stomach.

Evette:No.  (She winks.)  An area I'm afraid you're much too familiar with, with far too many women.

Jean:It must be uncomfortable.

Ezekiel:Where to?

Jean:There is a bistro club called The Quarry.  It is open late.  Do you know of it?

Ezekiel:Yes, I know of it.  What time tomorrow do we get the weapons?

Jean:I think it would be best to remove them during the match.  You will need some help.

Ezekiel:The polo stadium.

Jean:Yes.

Ezekiel:I shall have all the help I will need.  Several of my men are down here already.  Kula, the blacksmith, does much of the shoe fitting at the stadium already.  He has already agreed to help.

Evette:I don't see why you can't just leave now.  Why wait around longer and risk discovery?  Can't your polo team do without you?

Jean:There would be a slight disadvantage playing against four.  I have my obligations.  I agreed to help, but not to leave my teammates stranded.  In fact, if we don't win tomorrow's match, I may have to stay for the third.

The car stops in front of the Bistro.  Ezekiel turns back towards them.

Evette:Go ahead and use the car to make your connections.  We'll find our own way back.

Jean:(Reaches his hand up to shake.)  Good luck, monsieur.

Ezekiel:Thank you for helping our people in this struggle.  You will not regret it.

They both get out of the car.

(Interior-Bistro-Night)

Evette:I'm going to call Reba and tell him of the plans.  He should be made aware.

Jean:Good idea.  I'll get us a table.

Evette walks overs to a phone and looks at her room keys and calls the number on it.

(Interior-Hotel-Night)

Two security men are standing by the front desk.  They are holding a photograph of Reba.
Clerk:That's a call for him now (to the police.)  Should I put it through?

Police:(Nods.)  Yes, maybe it's his accomplice.