Man Who Knew Too Much, The (1956)

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(PLAYING DRAMATIC OVERTURE)

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Daddy, you're sure I've never

been to Africa before?

It looks familiar.

You saw the same scenery last

summer driving to Las Vegas.

Oh, sure. Where Daddy lost all

that money at the crap...

Hey!

...table.

(LAUGHING)

(HORN HONKING)

Hey, look! A camel.

Uh-huh.

Of course this isn't really Africa, honey.

It's the French Morocco.

Well, it's northern Africa.

Still seems like Las Vegas.

We're just 100 miles north

of the Sahara desert.

Do you realize that, son?

I don't know. In school, they

call this the dark continent.

This is twice as bright


as Indianapolis.

Ah, you just wait till

we get to Marrakech.

Marrakech?

Sounds like a drink.

Hmm.

It sure does.

(CHUCKLES)

(HORN HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

Wait a minute.


Wait a minute.

Hold on here.

What's the matter?

(BOTH SPEAKING ARABIC)

(ALL MURMURING)

Well, I sure want to thank you.

Without your help, anything

might have happened here.

My pleasure, monsieur.

There are moments in life when


we all need a little help.

Yeah. Just what

was the trouble?

Your little boy accidentally

pulled off his wife's veil.

You know?

Oh, yeah.

Hank!

BEN: I want to introduce


my wife, Mrs. McKenna.

How do you do?

How do you do, madame?

My name is Louis Bernard.

Well, we thank you very much, Mr.

Bernard.

That's our son, Hank.

Hello, Hank.

Hello.


You talk Arab talk.

A few words.

Why was he so angry?

It was just an accident.

But the Muslim religion

allows for few accidents.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Oh.

May I...

Yeah, sit down right


in front of Jo there.

Oh, I thought his name was Hank.

No, it's my wife's name.

You see, J-O. No "E."

How different.

It's short for Josephine.

I've called her that so long nobody

knows her by any other name.

Do they?

No.

I do. Mommy.

Oh, yeah.

Forgot about that.

Now, about the accident.

You see, a Muslim woman never

takes off her veil in public

under any circumstances. I see.

You mean they feed

intravenously?

No, Hank.

What a big word

for such a small boy.

(CHUCKLES) You see,

I'm a doctor.

Oh, well, he sounds like one.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, yeah.

He can spell hemoglobin.

Of course, he has a little trouble

with words like dog and cat.

(LAUGHING)

Where do you practice, Doctor?

Indianapolis, Indiana. Good

Samaritan Hospital out there.

What brings you to Marrakech?

You see, we were attending a

medical convention in Paris.

And I thought as much as

as we were in Europe,

I'd come down and

see Morocco again.

Daddy liberated Africa.

Well, I was stationed

up in Casablanca

at an army field hospital

during the w*r.

Do you live in Morocco,

Mr. Bernard?

No.

I suppose you came

directly from Paris.

We looked in on Lisbon and Rome.

HANK: And Casablanca.

And Casablanca.

I hope you will have time

to truly enjoy Marrakech.

Well, let's see. We'll have

at the most about three days.

You will naturally be stopping at the

hotels La Mamounia or La Menara.

Why do you ask?

Because they are hotels for

tourists of good taste.

Oh.

Do you live in France, Mr.

Bernard?

Sometimes.

Do you eat snails?

(LAUGHS) When I'm lucky

enough to get them.

Well, if you ever get hungry, our

garden back home is full of snails.

Thank you for the invitation.

(LAUGHING)

That's all right. We tried

everything to get rid of them.

We never thought of a Frenchman.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(BICYCLE BELL RINGING)

(BUS HORN HONKING)

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Here we go.

Say, do you want to share a

taxi with us down to the hotel?

That's kind of you, Doctor,

but unfortunately, I have

some business first.

Oh, I see.

What business are you in, Mr.

Bernard?

However, I'll be there later. Perhaps

we might have a drink together.

Well, no, come up to our suite.

We'll have a drink up there.

In that case, I will

take you to dinner.

No, that's not fair.

But I know Marrakech.

I can show you an

intriguing Arab restaurant

where the food is different and

the manner of eating exotic.

Well, that's what we came here for.

How about it, Jo?

How about one of those

Arabian nights?

I'd love it.

(LAUGHS)

How would you prefer to travel

to the hotel? By taxi, fiacre?

BEN: Gee, I don't know.

A wagon! I wanna

ride in a wagon!

Well, I guess it's a wagon.

(LAUGHING)

See you later.

Au revoir. I look forward

to the c*ck.

Good-bye. Come on.

Bye.

Hank, you sit up

with the driver.

How do you like this?

A horse-drawn convertible.

(MEN TALKING)

(INDISTINCT)

(LAUGHING)

Well, I just saw Louis Bernard

talking to that Arab.

What Arab?

The one that was shouting at

Hank for pulling the veil off.

They were talking like they

were very dear friends.

Well, he probably knew him before.

What does that mean?

It means that Mr. Bernard

is a very mysterious man.

What? He seemed

perfectly normal to me.

Now, what do you

really know about him?

What do I know about him?

I know his name.

We were sitting there.

We were talking.

You don't know anything

about this man,

and he knows everything

there is to know about you.

Oh, wait.

He knows that you live

in Indianapolis, Indiana.

He knows that you're a doctor

at the Good Samaritan Hospital.

And he knows that you attended

a medical convention in Paris,

and that you stopped off in

Rome, and Lisbon and Casablanca

for just a few days.

All right.

And he knows that you served in north

Africa in an army field hospital.

Honey, it was just a casual conversation.

That's all.

Darling, you weren't

just talking casually.

He was asking all kinds of questions,

and you were answering them.

You might as well have

handed him your passport.

Well, what's the difference?

We just have a conversation.

I've got nothing to hide.

I have a feeling

that Mr. Bernard has.

Oh, honey.

I know this is

mysterious Morocco,

but we're not going to

lose our head, are we?

I know.

I know what it is.

What?

Why, you're sore because this fella

didn't ask you any questions.

Huh?

Oh, hardy-har-har.

Hardy-har.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Well, this eases the pain.

What pain, Mommy?

It's just an expression, honey.

Hey, can you take care of the driver?

Yes, sir.

My name is McKenna,

Dr. McKenna.

I'll take care of

everything, sir.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Come on.

We're being watched.

What? Oh, come on!

(JO VOCALIZING)

JO: (SINGING)

Que sera, sera

What will be, will be

HANK: (SINGING)

When I was just a little boy

I asked my mother what will I be

He'll make a fine doctor.

HANK: Will I be handsome?

Will I be rich?

Here's what she said to me

Come on, darling.

(SINGING)

Que sera, sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future's not ours to see

Que sera, sera

What will be, will be

Second verse.

BOTH: (SINGING) When I was

just a child in school

I asked my teacher

what should I try

Catch.

Should I paint pictures?

Should I sing songs?

This was her wise reply

Que sera, sera

Whatever will be, will

be (WHISTLES ALONG)

The future's not ours to see

Que sera, sera

Oops! (CHUCKLES)

BOTH: What will be, will be

May I have this next dance? Yes.

All right.

(VOCALIZING)

Oh, you're divine.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Dinner for the boy.

Yeah, come in. Right

around the corner.

I can't tell you how

beautifully your wife sings.

Pretty good, isn't she?

Oh, she's marvelous.

Too bad it was interrupted.

I had that same feeling

myself many times.

Well, everything's fine.

The manager has

a babysitter for us.

Good.

Mrs. McKenna, permit me the

pleasure of serving you a drink.

I would love it.

Thank you.

Were you on the American stage, Mrs.

McKenna?

Yes, Mr. Bernard, I was

on the American stage,

and the London stage,

and the Paris stage.

Oh?

I thought perhaps you had seen

me in Paris, being French.

You know, the theater

requires time,

and for me, time

is often a luxury.

Have you ever been to Paris, Mr.

Bernard?

I was born there.

What business are you in?

I buy and sell.

What?

Whatever gives the best profit.

Well, now that

you're in Marrakech,

what are you buying and selling?

You know, I would much

rather talk about the stage.

If you tell me what

shows you are in...

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Would you excuse me?

I'll get it.

No, I got it.

No, I will.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I'm inquiring for the room

of Monsieur Montgomery.

He asked me for

a drink, and I...

I'm sorry. There's

no Montgomery here.

Pardon me, monsieur.

I regret disturbing you.

BEN: Okay.

May I use your

telephone, please?

Yeah, sure.

It's right there.

HANK: Mommy!

Yes?

HANK: I can't

cut this meat.

I'll do it for you, dear.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Hello?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I'm terribly sorry, but I cannot

go to dinner with you tonight.

Oh?

Oh!

I have neglected

an important matter

which now requires my attention.

I see.

Perhaps another night?

Sure. Sure. We'll

get together again.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Bye.

Good night.

Good night.

(VIOLIN PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GREETING IN FRENCH)

My name's McKenna.

Of course. The hotel phoned.

Follow me, please.

I think you will

find this comfortable.

Thank you very much.

(CHUCKLES)

Honey, move over here.

Let me sit out there.

You're on my dress.

Whoop!

(METAL CLATTERING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

We always wash the

hands before eating.

BOTH: Oh!

Thank you.

Whoop!

(SOFTLY) Those people

are staring at us.

What people?

Right in back of us.

What?

Yes.

Here.

They were staring at us in

front of the hotel too.

Jo, will you please

stop imagining things?

(WHISPERS) I'm not.

Good evening. You must

think me awfully rude.

I've been staring at you ever

since I saw you at the hotel.

You are Jo Conway,

the Jo Conway?

Yes, I am.

Didn't I tell you?

I knew I was right.

I'm Lucy Drayton,

and this is my husband.

How do you do?

How do you do?

We're Dr. And

Mrs. McKenna.

My wife tells me

Mrs. McKenna appeared

at the London Palladium

a few years ago.

Of course, we hardly

ever see a show now.

Edward is such an

old stick in the mud.

So I have to console

myself with your records.

Oh! I must admit I love them.

I'm not one for

this terrible bebop

or whatever you call it.

(ALL LAUGH)

Thank you very much. When are

you coming back to London?

Possibly never again,

professionally.

Oh! Don't say you're

giving up the stage.

Well, temporarily, I am.

Well, it's just

that I'm a doctor,

and you know, a doctor's wife

never has as much time...

What my husband is trying to say

is Broadway musical shows are not

produced in Indianapolis, Indiana.

Well, you know... Of course,

we could live in New York.

I hear that doctors aren't

starving there either.

Well, it's not that I have any

objection to working in New York.

It's just that it'd be

hard for my patients

to come from Indianapolis

for treatment.

LUCY: You know, dear, I'm always

saying the wrong thing. I'm sorry.

JO: Oh, not in the least.

LUCY: Tell me, Dr.

McKenna, do you also go...

Hey, why don't all of you sort of

turn around here or something.

It's kind of kind

of hard on the neck.

(LUCY LAUGHING)

EDWARD: It's in one of

our English counties.

It's not what you'd call a farm.

It's really more

of a small holding.

Ah, here we are.

Isn't that fascinating?

Yes.

There we are.

Hey, they look good.

Surprise.

They look wonderful.

Ah, looks like bread.

We're not going to eat

all that, are we?

No.

(ALL LAUGH)

Is that the way you do it?

Just break it?

Yes, just break it. Just break it.

Just like this.

It won't break.

Oh, no.

Well, I'm gonna...

There.

Is that the way you do it?

(LAUGHING) That's

quite all right.

That was a tough one.

Does it chew any

better than it tears?

(LAUGHING)

Is it fattening?

I imagine it might be.

No, it's pretty good, hon.

Well, I...

No plate.

No?

No.

No knife or forks.

That's right. I understand

you're just supposed to dig in.

Allow me to show you, will you?

You use only the first two fingers

and thumb of the right hand.

You don't use the

other two fingers,

and always the left

hand in the lap.

Oh, I see.

May I show you?

Just these two fingers, huh?

Can I help you?

I'll hold it for you.

That's it.

There we are.

(GIGGLING)

Well...

Boy, could I use this

hand now. I can't...

(ALL LAUGHING)

It's all right. Nobody minds.

No one minds.

That's good style.

No one minds.

It's messy, but worth it.

I think I'll practice

on an olive.

Oh!

Honey, it's wonderful.

Here. Take a bite.

Good?

Yeah.

Tell me, does this way of eating

have to do with

religion or something?

I think it's more

social than religious.

I don't know.

It seems like to me if you have

four good fingers and a thumb,

you ought to be able

to use all of them.

It's very good, isn't it?

Very good.

Well, as I was saying,

I was quite happy farming my bit

of land down in Buckinghamshire

when these United Nations

fellows started worrying me.

Edward was a big noise

in the Ministry of Food

during the w*r, you know.

So we pulled ourselves

up by the roots,

and here we are,

United Nations Relief.

Sounds like interesting work.

I'm preparing a report on

soil erosion at the moment.

You know, parts of this country

are not unlike your

Dust Bowl formation.

A thin layer of topsoil

and underneath...

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

How do you like that? First he

promises to take us to dinner...

Yeah. Well, we just

met him today, honey.

You can't expect him to

change his whole life.

Ben, what's the matter with you?

What's the matter with me?

There's nothing the matter with me.

What's the matter with you?

I just don't want to be insulted.

That's all.

Oh, you're not being insulted.

After all, you can't

blame him, can we,

for turning down an old married

couple like us for a girl like that.

We're not an old married couple!

All right.

All right.

All right, he's a heel.

I don't understand him,

but I'm beginning not to like what

he's doing to our whole night.

(CLEARS THROAT) I must do some

shopping in the market tomorrow.

I do hope it'll be fine.

Well, not too fine.

Of course, I know that our

English weather is pretty awful,

but sometimes, you know, I think

we don't realize when we're lucky.

All this sunshine day after day,

well, it doesn't

seem natural somehow.

I want to get up.

Ben, don't.

I know you. Once you get

worked up, you start a fight.

Now, forget about him.

Will you come to the

market with us tomorrow?

As a matter of fact, Louis

Bernard, the big buyer from Paris,

was going to take us to

the marketplace tomorrow.

Yeah. Yeah, I think I'll

go over and cancel out.

Now, Ben, sit down and eat your dinner.

It's getting cold.

We'd love to go.

Oh, good, good.

We'd be delighted.

I don't know why he gets so worked

up over unimportant things.

(MAN EXCLAIMS IN FRENCH)

Monsieur!

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

(MEN EXCLAIMING)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

What's he saying,

Mrs. Drayton?

He's the teller of tales, Hank.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Isn't this exciting?

Just like the county

fair when I was a kid.

They got everything but

the balloon ascension.

(LAUGHING)

What's so funny about that? Did

you ever see a balloon ascension?

No, you know what

I was just thinking?

You know what's paying for

these three days in Marrakech?

Me.

Mrs. Campbell's

gallstones.

Oh!

(LAUGHING)

You know the purse I

bought in Paris? Yeah.

Bill Edward's tonsils.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

HANK: Mommy! Daddy!

Daddy, come with us! We're

gonna see the medicine man.

Maybe you can learn

something, Daddy.

I wouldn't be a bit surprised.

Anytime he starts

wearing you out...

Oh, I haven't enjoyed

the market so much. Oh!

You know, I never thought

of it that way before.

What?

I'm wearing Johnny

Matthews' appendix.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, dear.

What about the boat trip?

Let's see, it took

two boys, one girl

and two sets of twins,

didn't it?

And Mrs. Morgan's

hives.

(LAUGHS)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(PEOPLE CHANTING)

Well, how are the

acrobats today?

Oh, wonderful.

Watch that kid that goes clear

to the top there. He's great.

I'll see you later.

Yes.

All the way home, we'll be riding

on Herbie Taylor's ulcers.

And Allida Markle's asthma.

Now, if we could

just get four cases

of the seven-year itch,

we could retire.

Or if Mrs. Yarro's really

gonna have triplets,

we could completely redecorate

the house, couldn't we?

(LAUGHING)

What would they say

if they heard us?

You know, one of the reasons I

came to a place like Marrakech

is so we could say things like

that without everybody hearing us.

Well, I'd like to say something

where nobody could hear us.

This is the safest place.

When are we going

to have another baby?

You're the doctor.

You have all the answers.

Yeah, but this is the first time

I've ever heard the question.

Mommy, look!

Come here!

Look. Sewing machines. Looks

like a television commercial.

Having a good time, Hank?

I guess so.

Oh, he's delighted

with everything.

(WHISTLE BLOWING) MAN: Coming through!

Coming through!

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Hank! Hank,

come back here!

Hank!

Hank!

Hank!

It's best to keep

out of trouble, Hank.

What's going on?

LUCY: Looks like the police

are chasing somebody.

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(GRUNTS)

(INDISTINCT)

Hey.

Hey, look there.

(CROWD TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

You better stand back.

Go on. Stand back.

Monsieur McKenna.

I'm Louis Bernard.

(WHISPERS)

A man, a statesman,

he is to be k*lled,

assassinated, in London.

Soon, very soon.

Tell them in London.

Ambrose Chappell.

(CROWD MURMURING)

Ben, who is he?

Louis Bernard.

You got something to write on?

Louis Bernard?

He's dead.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

(MAN SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

He says,

"Do you know this man?"

Yes, we do know him. He's

Louis Bernard, the...

Louis Bernard?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SIREN WAILING)

Monsieur and Madame McKenna.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

He wants you to go to police

headquarters to make a statement.

Okay.

Our friends have to go

to the police station.

I think I better go with them.

Yes, of course.

(SIREN WAILING)

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

(CROWD MURMURING)

You don't want your little boy

to go, do you? (WHISTLE BLOWING)

(ENGINE REVVING) But I want

to go to the police station.

I think it better if I take him

back to the hotel, don't you?

Would you please?

Certainly.

Thank you.

You be a good boy, Hank.

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

We're to be going now.

Heaven knows when

we shall be back.

Ben, why do you suppose he

turned up in an Arab outfit

and wearing make-up?

What's more important,

why was he k*lled?

I'll bet he was a spy

or something like that.

What were you writing down?

What was he telling you?

I'll tell you later.

(SIREN WAILING)

What is it?

I just feel kind of funny.

Why should he pick

me out to tell?

After what we said about him

last night, the poor fella.

When we get in

with the inspector,

I'll do my best to cut

some of the red tape.

Fine. Fine.

Well, I'm going

to stretch a bit.

I'm afraid the questions

will go on till doomsday

if you admit you knew

this chap Bernard before.

I don't know him at all.

We met yesterday on a bus.

They're a cynical lot,

you know, these French.

They might refuse

to believe that.

Well, they've got to believe it.

It's the truth.

Look at it from

their point of view.

They saw this poor

fellow whispering to you,

and then they saw you

write something down.

Are you gonna show

them what you wrote?

(DOOR OPENS)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Thank you, Mr. Drayton, but a

translator will not be necessary.

Won't you come inside,

madame, monsieur?

Please do me

the kindness to wait.

I might have questions

for you later.

Very good.

Passports, please.

You came to French

Morocco four days ago.

That's right.

You are a doctor, sir?

Yes, I'm a surgeon, a tourist

and American citizen.

Three good reasons

why you should have

nothing in common

with Louis Bernard.

I didn't have.

You were in Paris recently?

Yes, I was attending

a medical convention.

You came to Marrakech

with him in the same bus,

had an aperitif with

him in your hotel room,

and you ate at the same

restaurant last night.

Yes, but at different tables.

So Louis Bernard is

a stranger to you?

I met him for the first time

in my life yesterday on a bus.

And yet out of 5,000 people

in a great marketplace,

he comes to you when

he is about to die.

Is that the action of a casual

acquaintance, monsieur?

I know absolutely nothing

about Louis Bernard.

No. Not even, I suppose, that he was

an agent of the Deuxième Bureau?

(STAMMERS)

What's that?

Perhaps you have also never

heard of the American FBI?

Now, wait...

It would be so much easier

for both of us, monsieur,

if you would cease to pretend.

Look here...

The dead man found out what he

had been sent here to discover.

That's why he was k*lled.

He told you what he

had discovered. Why?

Because he placed complete

confidence in you. Not true?

Boy, you not only

ask the questions,

you answer them too, don't you?

Let me ask you a question.

Assuming that Bernard trusted

me as implicitly as you say,

then I'd never reveal anything

he said to me, would I?

Even Americans, I suppose,

find it sometimes desirable

to betray a confidence.

Wait a minute. Let's get

some things straight here.

I'm a tourist. I'm

traveling for pleasure.

I somehow got involved in this

very unfortunate incident.

I came here to make a

simple statement of fact

and not be subjected

to a police grilling.

Monsieur, I would like you...

No, you let me finish. Now, let me finish.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Entrez!

(BOTH SPEAKING FRENCH)

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Did he say I was wanted

on the telephone?

I'll take that call now.

And you just take it easy.

Hello.

MAN ON PHONE:

Dr. McKenna?

This is Dr. McKenna.

Who's this?

If you tell even one word

of what Louis Bernard whispered

to you in the marketplace,

your little boy will

be in serious danger.

Remember, say nothing.

(LINE CLICKS)

Hello?

(CLICKING)

Drayton?

Didn't you tell me your

wife was going to take Hank

right straight back

to the hotel?

I thought so, yes.

Well, call her up.

Somebody just called me and

threatened me about Hank.

Go on. Call her up.

See if he's all right.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Hotel Mamounia?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

My wife doesn't answer.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Concierge?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

What's your room number?

Four fourteen.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I can't believe it.

She hasn't come back yet, huh?

At least nobody's seen her.

All right, now you go

back to the hotel.

And see if you can find

out what's going on.

It's so unlike my wife.

I'll take care of the police

and join you as soon as I can.

Look here. Don't worry. It's probably

some stupid misunderstanding.

If I find anything out before you

get back, I'll telephone you here.

Just don't waste any time.

Good-bye.

Who was it, Ben?

It was the concierge

at the hotel.

Oh.

He found out we were being

held by the police.

He just called up to see if

there was anything he could do.

That's very nice of him.

Yes, I thought so.

I told him if we weren't

back there in 15 minutes,

for him to call the American

Consulate at Casablanca.

But, monsieur, if you had only

told me in the first place

that you wished to consult

with your consul.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, Jo.

There is just one

small formality.

I must request you to sign

a statement of the facts.

If it doesn't take

too long, of course.

But a moment.

I will send for a typist.

(DIALING)

(HOOFBEATS)

Ben?

Yeah?

Ben, aren't you going to

let me see the message?

(STAMMERS)

I don't...

I don't think I should.

Darling, I'm not

the police inspector.

I'm your wife, and I think

that I should see it.

Ben, why didn't you

give this to the police?

Because I didn't want to.

But, Ben, a man's life...

Is at stake.

Yeah, I know.

I just... I don't know what's

the right thing to do.

Look, I think we should

go back to the hotel,

pick up Hank, and get out of

here as quickly as we can.

Maybe.

Darling, think about Hank.

What a terrible thing

this is for him,

seeing a man m*rder*d

right before his eyes.

It's a horrible shock

to a little boy.

I know.

Why don't you take that note, give

it to the American Consulate?

And let's not get any

more involved, please.

(INDISTINCT)

Why don't you get the key?

I'll take care of the driver.

All right.

Say, you know

a Mrs. Drayton?

English lady.

That's right.

Did you see her coming

from the marketplace

any time in the last hour or so?

No, sir.

Now, wait a minute. You understand

this is very important.

She had a little boy

with her, my little boy.

No, sir.

Well, what about

Mr. Drayton?

Mr. Drayton checked out.

He what?

Checked out.

But he couldn't have.

Yes, sir, he did.

No, Mr. Drayton, the Englishman

with the horn-rimmed glasses.

Yes, sir.

He checked out.

(SIGHS) I don't know about

you, but I'm exhausted.

I guess I'll call

Mrs. Drayton.

Tell her we're back.

She can bring up Hank.

Just hold that

call a minute, Jo.

Why?

Because I asked you to!

Ben, are we about to

have our monthly fight?

I hope not.

JO: Well, then stop

acting like that.

I merely said I was going to call Mrs.

Drayton.

BEN: Just a minute.

Wait a minute.

Just a minute.

Just a minute.

I want you to take these.

They'll relax you.

Relax me?

I'm so relaxed I'm tired.

I think maybe you need them.

These are for you, Jo.

Now, come on.

I'm the doctor.

Here.

Ben.

Jo, you know what happens when

you get excited and nervous.

Now, here.

Do me a favor.

Six months ago, you told

me I took too many pills.

Six months ago, you weren't

a witness to a m*rder.

Now, you've been excited. You've

been talking a blue streak.

You've been walking

around in circles.

I haven't!

Jo, I make my living knowing when

and how to administer medicine.

Now I know you'll feel better if you

take these. Why fight me on this?

All right, you don't think

you will feel better.

I'll make a deal with you.

We'll make a deal.

What is this?

Well, there's something

about this Louis Bernard,

and the police station,

and this whole spy business

I haven't told you yet.

What?

Here's the price of curiosity.

What is it?

Come on. Come on. There's

one way of finding out.

All right, Dr. McKenna. I'm

now relaxed and listening.

Well, there's been something

strange about this whole thing

from the very beginning.

Now it wasn't any accident that

Louis Bernard came up to us,

and helped us on the bus,

and started up a conversation.

You were right about him.

You see there?

I know. I know.

That's what I said.

You were right about him.

He was strange.

Yes, I know all that. But what

were you going to tell me?

He started to talk to us, and the

reason he started to talk to us

was 'cause he was on the lookout

for a suspicious married couple.

There's nothing very

suspicious-looking about us, is there?

No, because he was wrong. It was

a different married couple.

Oh.

And he was k*lled

before he found them?

No, he found them.

He found them, all right.

It was in the restaurant where

we had dinner last night.

And that's one of the

reasons he was k*lled.

You'll be telling me next

it's Mr. And Mrs. Drayton.

That's who it was, Jo.

Ben, if this is your idea of a

joke, it's not a very funny one.

I think I'll lie down.

Now, listen to me.

Jo.

Now, listen to me

very carefully.

That phone call at

the police station,

that wasn't the concierge

at the hotel.

That was a man with a foreign

voice, and he told me

if I mentioned one

single word of what

Louis Bernard told me

in the marketplace,

that something

would happen to Hank.

Hank? Why Hank?

They've taken him away.

But Mrs. Drayton brought

him back to the hotel.

Mrs. Drayton never got back to

the hotel, and neither did Hank.

But Mr. Drayton...

Listen, Jo.

Mr. Drayton checked out of

the hotel 40 minutes ago.

Now, come on, Jo.

Now, sit down.

I could k*ll you! You gave

me sedatives! (CRYING)

Jo, sit down.

(SOBBING)

You did! Let go!

Why didn't you tell me?

I wasn't sure until now.

You did! You did!

Jo, please! Please!

(WAILING)

Let go of me! Let go!

Ben!

Lie down, Jo.

Lie down, Jo.

Ben, let me find my baby!

Please.

Oh, dear God!

I want my boy!

Jo, please.

Please! Please. Where is he, Ben?

Jo.

Forgive me, Jo.

Forgive me.

(MUEZZIN CALLING)

There's still no

word of him, Jo.

The Draytons are

definitely gone.

The register in the hotel

says they came from London.

Drayton told the concierge

he was a college professor.

I don't think there's

anything we can do here, Jo.

I can't bring the police

in on this thing.

I'd even thought of

taking that chance.

But the minute they connect

Hank's disappearance

with Louis Bernard's m*rder,

then the first thing they'll do

is make me tell them

what Louis Bernard

whispered to me

in the marketplace.

That won't do Hank any good.

I'm going to London.

The Draytons had a private airplane.

I found that out.

That's how they

got Hank out of here.

It could land anyplace. No trouble

with passports or anything.

So we're going to

London to find him.

Jo, now listen to me.

This is what Bernard said.

"A man, a statesman, is to

be k*lled, assassinated,

"in London.

Soon, very soon.

"Tell them in London

to try Ambrose Chappell."

That's the fella

we've got to find.

And if he knows

anything about this,

I'm gonna offer him every penny

I have to get Hank back.

The Chappell guy's our only hope.

You understand that, Jo?

Now, I've got a car

waiting downstairs.

I've paid the hotel bill. We

get packed, we'll be all set.

Honey?

We don't have much time. You'll have

to get up and start getting ready.

Please, Jo.

(SOBBING)

(PEOPLE TALKING EXCITEDLY)

Would you just wait, sir, for

the press photographers?

Will you come this way, madam?

WOMAN: Jo, darling,

love from the fan club!

(FANS SHOUTING)

How could they remember

me so well, Ben?

It's been four years

since I played London.

You're the kind of gal

they don't forget.

Who told them we were coming?

Ben, you didn't.

All I did was wire your friends, the

Parnells, to get us hotel rooms.

I never figured on

anything like this.

(CHEERING)

(WHISTLING)

Dr. And Mrs. McKenna,

I'm Inspector Edington of the

Criminal Investigation Department.

As things are, there's no need for

you to go through the Customs.

Come this way.

WOMAN 1: How about

a photo, Jo?

WOMAN 2: Hi, Jo!

(CHEERING)

(WHISTLING)

This way, please.

CROWD: (CHANTING) We want Jo! We want Jo!

We want Jo! We want Jo!

We want Jo! We want Jo!

This is Mr. Woburn.

Dr. And Mrs. McKenna.

How do you do?

How do you do?

What do you people want with us?

Mr. Buchanan would like to

have a chat with you inside.

Who's Mr. Buchanan?

Special Branch, Scotland Yard.

(INAUDIBLE)

This is Mr. Buchanan.

Dr. And Mrs. McKenna.

How do you do?

Thank you, Woburn.

Do sit down, won't you?

Let me say at once

that we're shocked

that your son was taken

from you in Marrakech,

and deeply sympathetic.

Do you know where he is?

Have you heard anything

about our boy?

I only wish I could give

you some cheerful news,

but we might find him quite soon

indeed if we work together.

Bernard the Frenchman was sent

to Morocco at our request

to check up on an assassination

plot here in London.

You know, a good agent

keeps on staking his life.

He doesn't always win.

Bernard reckoned you

were a man to trust.

He relied on you to come to us.

Those people kidnapped your boy

in order to keep your mouth shut.

That's right, isn't it?

No, I think they

took him for money.

Then why didn't you go straight

to your consulate in Casablanca?

Why did you come to London?

Well, I...

Mr. Buchanan...

No, no.

You're convinced that these people

brought your son to London.

You're convinced that you can

find him off your own bat.

You can't.

It's impossible.

But with the help we can

give you, there's a chance,

a really good chance.

But they told us

not to say anything.

Anything you tell me will be in

the most absolute confidence.

Yes, that may be true, but...

Your son is the trump

card these people hold.

He's perfectly safe

for the moment.

And when they've

done what they want,

they'll let him go.

Is that the idea?

Are we supposed to

just sit here and wait?

No, Mrs. McKenna.

If they consider your boy a

nuisance afterwards, I'm afraid...

There's no need for you to try

and scare us, Mr. Buchanan.

That's exactly what I am

trying to do, scare you.

I'm trying to prevent a man

being m*rder*d here in London.

If you don't tell

me all you know,

you become an accessory

before the fact of m*rder.

Ben, what can we

do by ourselves?

Now, wait a minute.

Now, wait just a minute.

You've been working

on the wrong McKenna.

Louis Bernard talked to me. He

didn't talk to my wife, you know.

Then you tell me.

He was a Frenchman.

He spoke to me in French,

and I don't understand a

single word of the language!

Ben, maybe they could find

those people and Hank.

Maybe. Maybe's not

good enough for me.

And I don't think it ought to

be good enough for you either.

You act as if you're the only

one who's concerned about...

Honey, honey, I didn't

mean it that way.

We made up our minds what we're

gonna do about this thing.

Now let's try and stick to it.

I'm sorry,

Mr. Buchanan,

we'd like to cooperate with you

on this thing, but we just can't.

(PHONE RINGS) Well, I've

got a son of my own.

I don't know what I'd do.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Excuse me.

(INAUDIBLE)

Telephone call for you,

Mrs. McKenna.

Put the telephone call for Mrs.

McKenna through here, please.

Hello.

WOMAN ON PHONE:

Mrs. McKenna?

Yes?

This is Mrs. Drayton.

Do you remember me?

(WHISPERS) Mrs. Drayton.

Where is our son?

Where have you got him?

He's here with me. You mustn't

worry about him, really.

Where's our son?

Where have you got him?

I expect you'd like to speak

to him, wouldn't you?

(SOBBING)

Yes, please! Please.

Hank! Hello, Hank!

Just a minute.

HANK ON PHONE: Mommy?

Mommy, is that you?

Oh, Hank, darling,

are you really all right?

I'm a little scared, Mommy,

but I'm all right, I guess.

I miss you, Mommy.

I miss you so much!

Here. Hank. Hank, this is Daddy.

(SOBBING)

Is Mommy crying?

Now, Hank, listen to me.

Where are you?

Where are you?

I didn't mean to

make her cry, Daddy,

but I'm scared,

and I want to see her.

Hank, son, now listen. Tell me

where you are. Where are you?

Welbeck eight...

Yeah?

(AIRPLANE ENGINE ROARING)

Eight. Go on, Hank.

(LINE CLICKS)

Hank!

(ROARING GROWS LOUDER)

(SOBBING)

Ben, he was so scared.

It was a London

telephone exchange.

Public call box.

West One.

Do I have to say any more?

Come on, dear.

You may change your minds.

If you do,

this number will find me.

MAN ON PA: Baggage and airport

service for 552 from Paris...

Everything all right, sir?

Yeah, yeah.

Your room key, sir.

Thank you.

Oh, uh... Here.

Thank you, sir.

There you are.

It's from the Parnells.

"Welcome home, Jo.

"Look forward to seeing your family,

especially the little one."

"With love, from Jan and

Cindy." That's very nice.

"Ambrose Chappell."

There he is, big as life.

"61 Burdett Street, Camden Town.

Gulliver 6198."

What are you going to say?

I'm gonna tell him

I'll keep my mouth shut

and offer him all the

money we have for Hank.

Operator?

Operator, I want Gulliver 6198.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I'll get it.

Jo! You look wonderful!

Jo!

When we got your wire,

I couldn't believe it.

What were you doing

down in Morocco?

Sightseeing.

You're the perfect answer

to what London needs, Jo.

This week's the dullest

thing since my first show.

Ambrose Chappell.

Mr. Ambrose Chappell.

Oh, Mr. Conway, I didn't

know you were there.

Dr. McKenna. Dr. McKenna.

Welcome to London town, Doctor.

Oh, I am sorry. I knew you were married.

But a doctor? How clever.

Especially in such

a psychosomatic business.

Jan, will you keep quiet?

Honey, you wouldn't know

what psychosomatic means.

I do too. It means when your

mind gets sick of your body,

it does something to it.

CINDY: Can't you see the

doctor's trying to telephone?

Not at all. It's just some business.

It's nothing.

Business is everything.

Shh!

BEN: Hello. Hello?

Ambrose Chappell.

I say, is this

Mr. Ambrose Chappell?

Well, my name's McKenna.

Dr. Benjamin McKenna.

I don't think we need to be quiet.

Would you like a drink?

I was wondering if you'd be at

your address for a little while.

I'd like to speak to

you for a few minutes.

Yes. Thank you.

I'll be right over.

I'd like all of you

to meet my husband.

I've heard so much

about you, Doctor.

It's nice to see you in person.

How do you do, sir?

This is Val's wife, Helen.

How do you do?

You look just

like those pictures

Jo had in her dressing

room four years ago.

Haven't changed a bit.

JAN: Why should he?

He's a doctor.

Probably gets free hormones.

Oh, yes.

I'm Jan Peterson. I sing

almost as well as your wife.

And, darling, this is Cindy

Fontaine from Harrisburg, PA.

Oh, Harrisburg.

Been back home lately?

How can I? They know me

there as Elva McDuff.

It doesn't quite fit me anymore.

(LAUGHING)

Where's your boy? I'd like to see

which one of you he looks like.

He's staying with

some other people

so we could have a little

time by ourselves.

JAN: What's his name?

Hank.

Henry, really.

CINDY: Well, I hope he looks like

you and has the doctor's brain.

(CHUCKLES)

These flowers are really so lovely.

We thank you very much.

Well, I'll order some drinks.

Okay, but dinner

tonight's on me,

a sort of welcome home for Jo.

I wish I could persuade

her to stay a month.

JO: I wish I could,

Val, but I can't.

I'm terribly sorry, but I have

an appointment I have to keep.

I wonder if you'd order the drinks, Mr.

Parnell.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Excuse me, please.

Ben, please.

Ben, please.

It's got to be done.

Take me with you.

No, no, no. I can't.

I won't disappear.

For the last time, please

let me go with you.

Honey, two people are

easier to follow than one.

Now we don't want Buchanan's

men on our tracks,

the other people either.

I'm going out through

the service entrance.

(FOOTSTEPS)

(FOOTSTEPS STOP)

(FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE)

(FOOTSTEPS GROW LOUDER)

(FOOTSTEPS QUICKEN)

(BELL RINGS)

Yes, sir?

Ambrose Chappell?

Come in.

(HAMMERING)

There's a gent to see you, sir.

(COUGHING)

Good afternoon, sir. I am Ambrose Chappell.

What can I do for you?

Well, I...

If you gave me your name,

that might be a start.

Yes, of course. My name is McKenna.

Dr. Benjamin McKenna.

I phoned you.

Yes, yes.

You are Ambrose Chappell?

Well, I've been Ambrose

Chappell for nearly 71 years.

But I think I understand

your problem.

You do?

Certainly.

It happens all the time.

You expected someone else.

Just a moment.

Ambrose?

I think this gentleman

wants to talk to us.

Now, Father, why don't you

go and have a nice rest?

Hmm? (CHUCKLES)

I have centuries of rest

ahead of me, thank you.

Good day to you, sir.

Now, what can I do for you?

I'm Dr. McKenna.

That name mean anything to you?

No. No, I don't think so.

You've no idea why I'm here?

My dear sir, I haven't

the faintest idea.

But your name was given to me

by someone I happened

to meet in Marrakech.

Yes?

Yes.

Now, I think you know this man,

Louis Bernard, a Frenchman.

Louis Bernard?

Come on. Let's stop

fooling around.

Bernard told me to come

here just before he died.

This man is dead?

You know he's dead

just as well as I do.

Now, I've come here with

a business proposition.

I don't see how you

can turn it down.

Exactly what had you in mind?

You want to talk here?

Certainly.

We have no secrets

from our employees.

Okay. Now,

in the first place,

I haven't uttered one word of what

Bernard told me before he died,

and I never will.

Frankly, I'm not interested

in political intrigue.

I don't care who you fellows

are gonna k*ll here in London.

All I want is that boy,

and I'll take the next

airplane back to America.

Come on, please.

Listen to me, will you?

Honestly, if money means

anything to you, I'll do...

Father, call the police quick.

Now, sir, I shall we go into

this a little more carefully...

Wait just a minute.

You told him to call the police.

No, no. No, no.

What's the idea,

trying to bluff me?

My dear sir, there can be no...

Let me go.

Are you sure you don't

know Louis Bernard?

I've never heard of him.

You've got no idea

what happened yesterday

in Marrakech or where my boy is?

Of course not.

Where is he?

William! Edgar!

Davis! Help!

Now, wait a minute! Wait! All

right, now, hold on. Wait. Listen.

It's obvious I'm

in the wrong place.

Now, all right, let go of me.

Come on.

(BEN SHOUTING)

Come on. Listen.

(GRUNTING)

Wait.

Come on.

(SHOUTING)

I made a mistake.

Now let me go.

Hold him! Hold him!

The police are coming.

Ow!

Hold him.

He said that no matter how

Bud Flanagan was got up,

even if he was

dressed by Hartnell,

that nobody would ever believe

that he was an aristocrat.

So I said,

"Listen, Chris,

"why don't you take William

Hickey's column out of the paper?"

Jo? Jo, what's become of that

unpredictable husband of yours?

He's been gone over an hour now.

He went to see some man.

What was it? Church?

No. No, it was Chappell.

It's not a man.

It's a place.

It's Ambrose Chapel!

Val, do they list chapels

in the directory?

Let's take a look.

Please help me find it.

Let's see. Here we are. Ambrose.

Here we have a chap...

Ambrose Chapel,

17 Ambrose Street West Two.

17 Ambrose Street, West Two.

17 Ambrose Street.

Look, darlings, I have to go.

I'm very sorry.

Have another drink, and I'll

be back as soon as I can.

And explain to Ben when

he comes in, would you?

Explain what?

Explain what?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Look, there's something

weird going on here,

and I can't quite follow it.

Let's try to figure

the whole thing out.

First of all, there

was a man named...

Ambrose Chappell.

And Ben dashed off to see him.

Then Jo said it wasn't a man but

a place, and she dashed off.

Don't mention it again,

darling, or I might dash off.

Ooh! What a temptation. Can

you fathom it, though?

It's probably some

new American gag.

I'll have to ask Danny about it.

(DOOR OPENS)

JAN: Well, hello again.

Oh!

I'm awfully sorry

I had to rush off,

but it was something

that had to be done.

Oh, boy, I can use this.

Thank you.

Well, I...

Where's Jo? She's gone

to Ambrose Chapel.

I just came from there.

Hey, not your Ambrose Chappell.

It isn't a he. It's

an it, a building.

CINDY: She just left

20 minutes ago.

She... What?

What do you mean?

Where's the address?

I'll look it up again.

What is this? You say

it's a building?

Yes, here it is.

Ambrose Chapel,

17 Ambrose Street, Bayswater.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes? Doctor! Doctor,

come back! It's Jo.

Jo?

Ben?

What happened?

Did you find anything?

No, it was a wild goose chase.

Darling, it must be the chapel.

I've found it.

It's just a short way from here.

I know it was crazy

thing to do, but...

Honey, I know the address. You wait there.

I'll be right over.

All right,

I'll meet you outside.

Bye, dear.

What did you say

that address was again?

17 Ambrose Street, Bayswater.

I don't know how to thank you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

Three men. You don't know

much about checkers, do you?

You'd better go to bed, dear,

or you'll be overtired.

Can I finish?

I'm winning.

Yes, finish.

Edna, see he has

some milk and biscuits.

He'd better be put to sleep again, honey.

I've got to get downstairs.

No, it's not necessary tonight.

You'll sleep, Hank, won't you?

I guess so.

Hurry up if you want

to finish this game.

Look, it doesn't hurt

to be kind, does it?

Give me a yell when you

want me to unlock the door.

Can I come in?

EDWARD: Yes.

I wish it was tomorrow.

That's not a very

orthodox sentiment.

Before I forget.

Here you are, my friend.

Two tickets for the concert at the

Albert Hall with my compliments.

Your box is nicely placed.

Or should we say,

strategically placed.

And now, for the

most important part.

What is it?

A record of the delightful piece

they're going to

play this evening.

Music's less in your

line than marksmanship.

If you listen,

I'm going to play you

the exact moment at

which you can sh**t.

So listen carefully.

(CHOIR SINGING OPERA)

(CYMBALS CRASHING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

We'll have it once more. Listen

for the crash of the cymbals.

(CHOIR SINGING OPERA)

(CYMBALS CRASHING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

You see?

At such a moment,

your shot will never be heard.

Even the listeners

will be undisturbed.

I think the composer would've

appreciated that, don't you?

No one will know.

No one except one.

That's right. If you're

clever, my friend.

Now, any questions,

musical or otherwise?

No.

There's one comforting thought.

It happens early in the evening.

And I hope I shan't upset you

if I tell you you've

only time for one shot.

If you need another,

the risk is yours.

I don't take risks.

I'm very glad to hear that.

Traipsing all the way

to Marrakech for you,

I should like you

to do me credit.

Your distinguished target

is already on his way.

There's a car waiting for you

downstairs in the back entrance.

You're to pick up

a Miss Benson on the way.

She'll be your

companion in the box.

She'll lend you an air of

respectability if that's possible.

Will you have

the money when I return?

Don't you trust me?

What is your English proverb?

"A wolf in

sheep's clothing."

A very clever disguise,

I must say.

I think you'd better be going. It's

impolite to be late for a concert.

And it would be awkward if they made you

wait until the first item was over.

Will you show our friend

down to the car, my dear?

Yes, of course.

I'm sorry you have to sneak

out by the back way,

but we must preserve

a respectable front.

(CHOIR SINGING OPERA)

(CYMBALS CRASHING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

There it is.

Yeah. You just may have

hit it right on the nose.

And you can't be farther wrong than

I was with my Ambrose Chappell.

Come on, let's go.

Ben, should we get some

help from the police?

No, honey, please. Let's take a

crack at this alone. Come on.

(CONGREGATION SINGING)

(SINGING LOUDLY)

Ben.

Shh, shh.

(SINGING CONTINUES)

(SINGING) This is just

another wild goose chase

Let's wait

And look around

Look who's coming down the aisle

(SINGING CONTINUES)

The subject of my address to

you this evening is adversity.

The average life,

yours and mine,

is often harassed and perplexed

by disappointments and by

cruelties beyond our control.

Now, strangely enough, it is often

these things beyond our control...

(WHISPERS) That's

Buchanan's phone number.

You go out, call him up, tell him

to surround this place with police.

What if he asks...

Tell him anything.

This is the time. I'm sure

Hank's around here someplace.

But I don't want to leave you.

I know. I know.

I don't know how else to do it, honey.

You go on now.

...and therefore the

goodness of all mankind.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Few of us pause to consider how

life's adversities work in our behalf

to make better

men and women of us.

But I think we should

pause, and pause now,

to do a little stocktaking,

to look into our own hearts and

lives and see what we find there.

Therefore, instead of

continuing the service,

I think we should all return to

our homes for private meditation,

remembering how little

we have to complain of

and how much to be grateful for.

Next week, I shall discuss the

fruits of our meditations.

Until then, my blessing upon

each and every one of you.

(ALL MURMURING)

(INAUDIBLE)

Well, this is a pleasant

surprise, Doctor.

Where's my boy, Drayton?

He's upstairs.

As a matter of fact, you've come just

in time to help my wife with his food.

It seems Hank doesn't care very

much for our English cooking.

What do you want?

I'll give you money. I'll keep my

mouth shut. All I want is my boy.

And what about your wife?

Did she go outside just to

get a breath of fresh air?

Come on. Tell me what you want.

I'll do anything.

All right, you'll see your

boy all in good time.

Hank! Hank McKenna!

HANK: (FAINTLY) Daddy?

Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

(BANGING)

I'm here, Daddy! I'm here!

My husband's in there now watching them.

He sent me out to call you

so that you could do something

before they get away.

I'm afraid it isn't quite

as easy as all that.

Mr. Woburn,

my husband is in that chapel

waiting for me to

bring help. Now you...

May I speak to

Mr. Buchanan?

He told me to call him if I needed

him, and I need him right now.

I'm awfully sorry. But I simply can't

get in touch with him just now.

He's gone to a rather important

diplomatic affair at the Albert Hall.

Well, then call him there!

Please call him.

He's on his way.

I don't know quite how...

Mr. Woburn, it isn't a matter of days.

It's a matter of minutes.

Now, you've got to send some...

You've got to send

the police right away!

Or do I have to go

to Albert Hall myself?

That won't be necessary.

I'll have the chapel put

under immediate observation.

By the time you get back,

a police car should be there.

Please return to your husband.

Tell him to come straight out of the

chapel and let the police take over.

Woburn, Special Branch.

Hold on.

I must ring off now,

Mrs. McKenna.

Please believe me. I'll

have everything laid on.

(LINE CLICKS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

There's nobody there.

Are you Mrs. McKenna?

Yes, but there's something

wrong, Officer.

That place was full of people

just a few minutes ago,

and now there's nobody.

Our orders are to keep

it under observation

until the Scotland

Yard car arrives.

But my husband is in there.

There were 30 or 40 people...

When was this?

It was no more

than five minutes ago.

Let's take a look.

I've tried the door.

It's locked.

We'll have to force it open.

I'm sorry, madam.

We can't break in.

Requires a search warrant.

It's the law, you see.

Well, can't we get one?

That all takes time.

We'll have a look

around, shall we?

Matthews, take the other end.

All right.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

There's no one there.

Are you quite certain this

place was full of people

only a few minutes ago?

Of course I'm certain. I was there

myself sitting next to my husband.

He sent me out to

call Scotland Yard.

Look, I'm afraid it's much too

complicated to explain why.

We'll just have to sit tight and wait

for the car to arrive from the Yard.

As far as we can make out,

there's no sign of life.

MAN ON RADIO:

Report back here.

I see.

Very good, sir.

Walden, you stand by till the

car arrives from the Yard.

That's all, Matthews.

You're not leaving?

Orders, madam. Can we give

you a lift somewhere?

Yes, take me to

Albert Hall, please.

I'm afraid the Albert Hall's

a little bit off our beat.

Suppose we drop you

at the nearest taxi rank?

All right.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Wait here.

They're here.

Wait till I clear the kitchen.

(INAUDIBLE)

Everybody out! Come on. Into the corridor.

Five minutes only!

Come on!

(ALL PROTESTING)

Do as he tells you. Come on.

It'll only take a minute.

Come on. All of you out.

Why? Why?

(ALL MURMURING)

All right. This way.

Always something funny

going on at this embassy.

Bringing people in secret.

Give me the Swiss

embassy anytime.

There's neutrality for you.

(FOOTSTEPS)

(CHAPEL BELL RINGING)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

Please, may I see the manager?

I'm sorry, madam. The manager's

on duty in the lobby.

So is his assistant.

I must speak with one of them.

Which are they?

Over there somewhere.

You have a very nice

little boy, madame.

His safety will depend

upon you tonight.

Where is he?

Where is he?

Good evening.

Is that the Prime Minister?

WOMAN: No, that's only

the Ambassador.

His Prime Minister's the

one with the bald head.

Your ticket, madam?

I'm sorry.

I'm looking for someone.

(APPLAUSE)

(APPLAUSE STOPS)

(ORCHESTRA PLAYS

DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(SOMBER MUSIC)

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC)

(SINGING OPERA)

(CHOIR SINGING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(CHOIR SINGING)

(SINGING)

(CHOIR SINGING)

(SINGING FADES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(INAUDIBLE)

(CHOIR SINGING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(CHOIR SINGING)

(SINGING STOPS)

(SINGING RESUMES)

(SINGING STOPS)

(SCREAMS)

(SINGING RESUMES)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INAUDIBLE)

I saw the g*n. He was pointing

it at the Prime Minister.

He was going to k*ll him, and I

realized that I had to scream.

Well, then he didn't k*ll him?

Your wife saved him. It's

only a small flesh wound.

There they are.

Do please come over

and let the Prime Minister thank

you personally, would you?

I'm sure he'd like to.

It won't take very long.

Would you come along with me?

Don't be nervous.

(INDISTINCT)

Prime Minister,

this is the young lady.

Dear lady, I'm forever

in your debt.

WOBURN: This is her husband.

(INAUDIBLE)

I trust you'll permit me

to wait upon you tomorrow.

And to express to you the

depth of my gratitude.

It wasn't...

But it was, my dear lady.

It was.

Will you excuse us?

Excuse me, but I have to go.

I think Mr. Buchanan would

like a word with you.

Where's our boy?

Where's Hank?

We can talk if

you'll come in here.

So you both knew the time

and the place all along.

Don't be a fool!

An odd coincidence, both

of you turning up here.

Yeah, it's a pity you didn't

contact your assistant.

He told us both you were here.

I beg your pardon?

We need that help you offered, Mr.

Buchanan.

Sir, we've questioned the woman.

Said she bought a ticket

which happened to place

her in the same box

with the man who

did the sh**ting.

Didn't know anything. But if

she does, she isn't talking.

I'll see her later.

Very good, sir.

Please tell me everything now.

Everything.

There's still plenty of room

for hope, Mrs. McKenna.

His Excellency will see you now.

And that's that, I suppose.

Yes. All right.

Excuse me, sir. I have

a lot to explain to you.

Something very

unusual has happened.

I also have to have the

money to pay the marksman.

Wouldn't that be superfluous,

considering that he's dead?

His aim wasn't quite as good

as you led me to expect.

The target merely received a

slight flesh wound in the arm.

Worse than useless.

Then your French friend

panicked, made a fatal crash,

landing on the floor

of the Albert Hall.

I don't see how you can

blame me for that, sir.

He was warmly recommended

by our people in Marrakech.

I'm glad that you are able to

treat the matter so lightly.

I'm holding a reception

here this evening.

In a few moments,

I have to welcome

our Prime Minister

as my guest of honor

when I hoped and expected that he

would be totally unable to attend.

That amuses you, no doubt.

I don't know what to say.

No.

But I do.

You have muddled

everything from the start.

Taking that child

with you from Marrakech.

Don't you realize that Americans

dislike having their children stolen?

How else could I make sure that

McKenna would keep his mouth shut?

Then to crown it all,

you get cold feet

and come running

along here to hide,

bringing the wretched

child with you.

Don't you see what you've done to the

diplomatic status of this embassy?

I didn't think.

I only thought we could...

How are you going to get

the child out of here, eh?

Eh? Eh?

No difficulty about that,

surely. The car...

With plainclothes detectives planted

right 'round this building?

You English intellectuals

will be the death of us all.

I'll think of something.

Only give me time.

Time. (SCOFFS)

I want the child removed from this

embassy and removed in such a way

that he won't be able to say

anymore where he has been tonight.

Oh, no!

I'll see to it.

Drayton! I trust that nothing

will go wrong this time.

It would be very

unfortunate for you if...

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Yes, come in.

Your Excellency, the princess

should be arriving at any moment.

I recognized him.

He recognized me.

He tried to get away, made a jump for it.

That was all.

Trying to liquidate one

of their own big shots.

I wish they'd stick

to their usual custom

and do it in their own country.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yes?

Buchanan speaking.

Right. Thank you.

The Draytons are at the embassy.

The what?

How do you know?

We have means of finding

out from the inside.

Well, look, if the Draytons

are at the embassy,

then our boy's there too.

You're probably right,

but we can't do anything.

What do you mean,

you can't do anything?

Every embassy in a foreign country

has extraterritorial rights.

What's that?

As far as we're concerned, this

embassy stands on foreign soil.

So they can steal kids and get

away with it? What is this?

BUCHANAN: We could have

the Foreign Office

serve a writ on the Ambassador.

You know, I'm not responsible for the

complications of international law.

If only we had some positive proof

that your boy really is in there.

Say, what's the phone

number of that embassy?

You got it?

What are you thinking about?

Let me try something.

Grosvenor 0144.

Grosvenor 0144, please.

That fellow that got shot's

a prime minister, isn't he?

Hello? Hello. I'd like to speak

to the Prime Minister, please.

Yeah, yeah. No, look.

Just tell him the lady that saved his

life would like to speak to him.

It's very important.

Yeah.

Ben, what do I say?

He wanted to visit with

us so he could thank you.

Tell him you want to come over to

the embassy right away, tonight,

'cause we're going to leave

London tomorrow. You see?

Hello? Here you are.

Hello?

My dear lady, this is

a charming surprise.

Uh-huh.

Delighted.

Delighted, delighted.

The Ambassador too

would be delighted.

Any friends of mine

are friends of his.

He said all right.

So if he asks you, we're all set.

You see?

But supposing they don't?

Honey, have we ever been to a

party where they didn't ask you?

Now, your job is to hold

their attention, right?

Good evening.

It's Dr. And Mrs. McKenna.

How very nice to see you.

The Prime Minister's

waiting for you.

Do come this way, please.

Ah, madame.

Good evening, good evening.

Good evening.

This is the charming lady who

saved my life at the concert.

Madam, you saved

the life of the one man

who's irreplaceable

in our country.

I hear you are the famous

Jo Conway, madame.

Yes, I'm Jo Conway.

PRIME MINISTER:

Perhaps we might...

I'm sure my wife would be

delighted to sing for you.

Wouldn't you, dear?

Well, it's been quite some time.

I beg you, madame.

A tranquil coda

to conclude a dramatic evening.

I'm very flattered.

Uh, Stanis? Would you put up some chairs?

And hurry up, please.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the famous Jo Conway

has gladly consented

to sing a few songs

for us tonight.

Darling, would you see that the Prime

Minister gets a very good seat?

Would you like to

come to the piano?

Would you not like

to sit down, sir?

No, thank you. I'll

just stand over here.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PLAYING PIANO)

(SINGING) When I was

just a little girl

I asked my mother what will I be

Will I be pretty?

Will I be rich?

Here's what she said to me

Que sera, sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future's not ours to see

Que sera, sera

What will be, will be

When I was just

a child in school

I asked my teacher

what should I try

Should I paint pictures?

Should I sing songs?

This was her wise reply

Que sera, sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future's not ours to see

Que sera, sera

What will be, will be

When I grew up and fell in love

I asked my sweetheart

what lies ahead

Will we have rainbows

day after day?

Here's what my sweetheart said

Que sera, sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future's not ours to see

Que sera, sera

That's my mother's voice!

That's my mother singing!

What?

Are you sure, Hank?

Are you quite sure?

That's her! I know it!

What's she doing here?

(SINGING CONTINUES)

Hank, can you whistle that song?

I guess so.

Then go on.

Whistle it.

Whistle it as loud as you can.

(WHISTLES)

Will we have rainbows

day after day?

Here's what my sweetheart said

(HANK WHISTLING SONG)

Ever will be, will be

(WHISTLING CONTINUES)

The future's not ours to see

Que sera, sera

What will be, will be

Now I have children of my own

(WHISTLING STOPS)

They ask their mother

what will I be

Will I be handsome?

Will I be rich?

I tell them tenderly

Que sera, sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future's not ours to see

Que sera, sera

What will be, will be

You two wait in the mail room.

I'll bring him down.

Give me about five minutes.

(SONG ENDS)

(APPLAUSE)

(CRYING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(JO SINGING)

(FOOTSTEPS GROW LOUDER)

(FOOTSTEPS STOP)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS RESUME)

No!

Oh, Daddy!

Take the boy. Go! But be quick.

You must be quick!

Come on, son.

(JO SINGING)

Go on!

Just a moment, please.

Don't touch him.

I don't think you're gonna

do any sh**ting, Drayton,

not with these people downstairs

and the police outside.

You're not in a very happy

position yourself, you know.

You've got to let the boy go!

Precisely what I'm

thinking, my dear.

Now I'm sure you're going to be

sensible and help me out of here.

Don't ask me for help,

you miserable...

You wouldn't want your father

to get hurt, would you, Hank?

Now we're going to walk

downstairs together

quite casually like

three old friends.

Then we're going to

take a little stroll

as far as the nearest taxi rank.

And I hope there won't be any

emotional scenes on the way down.

Do as he says, Hank.

No, the other way.

Shall we be going?

All right, start

down the hall, son.

Don't say anything.

(JO SINGING)

(PIANO PLAYING)

JO: (SINGING)

Now it's good-bye

And we're facing

such lonely tomorrows

So many sunsets

Till there's a sunset

When all at once,

you'll be there

Then we'll kiss again

And again

(GASPS)

(CROWD MURMURING)

Come on, Hank.

Mother!

(SNORING)

I'm sorry we were gone so long,

but we had to go over

and pick up Hank.