Vandamn doesn’t see any point in “Kaplan” keeping up the deception.
“I don’t suppose it would do any good to show you a wallet full of identification cards, driver’s license, things like that?” asks Thornhill.
“They provide you with such good ones,” says Leonard.
Vandamn looks at his watch. “It’s getting late,” he says, “I have guests. Do you intend to cooperate with us? I’d like a simple yes or no.”
“A simple no,” replies Thornhill, “for the simple reason I simply don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Vandamn walks to the library door and opens it. As he passes by Leonard, he says, “Give Mister Kaplan a drink, Leonard.” Then, to Thornhill, he says, “A pleasant journey, sir.”
Valerian and Licht enter the room, Licht, holding a cigarette.
Thornhill puts his wallet back in his suit pocket.
Leonard walks to a liquor cabinet. “Scotch? Rye? Bourbon? Vodka?”
“Nothing, thank you,” replies Thornhill. “I’ll just take a quick ride back to town. “
“Oh, that has been arranged,” says Leonard. “But first, a libation! Bourbon.” Leonard holds up a large bottle of liquor and a pint glass.
“You drink it,” says Thornhill. “I’ve had enough stimulation for one day.”
“It’ll be easier if you take this yourself. Otherwise it’ll be necessary – “