Word: go-between
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...prevent hoaxes, the go-between would be supplied with a code word: Susan, the name of the younger of Murphy's two teen-age daughters. The hostage added a message of comfort for his wife Virginia, signing off with a reference to one of his favorite authors...
...inclined to return it or to sell it back." He had bought it for a five-figure sum from an "impeccable dealer," probably in France, though Furman declined to say. His story, as reported by the Times, had the intricacy of plausibility. He had first been told by the go-between that the statue was being offered for sale by the King of Kom. Furman paid for it, it was delivered to him some time in 1966, then he was told that the King had changed his mind. Says Furman: "I shipped it back, and my check to my agent...
...Company (a Western by the authors of Bonnie and Clyde), Bed and Board (a witty film by Truffaut), Exterminating Angel (pointed, vicious, yet entertaining surrealism at an upper class dinner party by Luis Bunuel), Yojimbo (a samurai Western by Kurosawa), The Hireling (a deficient companion piece to The go-Between), and finally, those two theaters wading in stagnant ponds...
...sure his former aides will not implicate him is to have one lawyer coordinating their testimony, not two lawyers each battling for the interests of his client." Attorney Joseph L. Rauh, a former national chairman of Americans for Democratic Action, more bluntly charges Wilson with being "the go-between to keep their stories straight." Says Wilson himself: "I'm not coordinating anything." As for the ethical implications of having two clients, Wilson asserted that the two men's stories were almost exactly the same and that there was thus no potential conflict. "I say that," he added, "without...
Hartley's work was better served by Jo seph Losey and Harold Pinter a couple of years back in The Go-Between. Once again, as in The Go-Between, class consciousness induces a terse, desperate kind of sexuality, then thwarts it. But there the similarity ends. Robert Shaw portrays a stolid, ambitious owner of a small hired-car firm. Sarah Miles the balmy aristocrat whom he chauffeurs and who drives hi, in turn, to excess es of frustration. Miles' meager talents, her shrill, spindly posturings, have lost through incessant repetition the small novelty they might once have...