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 -
- Hank! - Table.
Hey, look! A camel!
Uh-huh. Course this isn't really Africa. It's the French Morocco.
Well, it's Northern Africa.
Still seems like Las Vegas.
We're just a hundred miles north of the Sahara Desert.
I don't know. In school they call this the Dark Continent.
This is twice as bright as Indianapolis.
You just wait till we get to Marrakech.
- Marrakech? Sounds like a drink. - Mmm. It sure does.
Wait a minute. Hold on there. What's the matter?
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?
Uh... your little boy accidentally pulled off his wife's veil.
- Oh. Yeah. - Hank!
I want to introduce my wife, Mrs McKenna.
- How do you do? - How do you do, madame?
My name is Louis Bernard.
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 angry? It was 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.
Oh, I thought his name was Hank.
Oh, it's my wife's name.
- J-O. No E. - How different.
Short for Josephine.
I've called her that so long nobody knows her by any other name.
- I do. Mommy. - Oh, yeah.
Now, about the accident.
A Muslim woman never takes off her veil in public under any circumstances.
They feed her intravenously?
- No, Hank. - What a big word for such a small boy.
I'm a doctor.
Oh. Well, he sounds like one.
He can spell haemoglobin.
He has a little trouble with words like dog and cat.
Where do you practise, doctor?
Indianapolis, Indiana. Good Samaritan Hospital out there.
What brings you to Marrakech?
We were attending a medical convention in Paris
and I thought, inasmuch as we were in Europe,
I'd come and see Morocco again.
Daddy liberated Africa.
I was stationed up in Casablanca
at an army field hospital during the war.
- Do you live in Morocco, Mr Bernard? - No.
I suppose you came directly from Paris.
No, we looked in on Lisbon and Rome.
- And Casablanca. - And Casablanca.
I hope you will have time to truly enjoy Marrakech.
Let's see. We'll have, at the most, three days.
You will, naturally, be stopping at the Hotel Mamounia or Le 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?
When I'm lucky enough.
If you ever get hungry, our garden back home is full of snails.
Thank you for the invitation.
That's alright. We tried everything to get rid of them.
We never thought of a Frenchman.
Here we go.
Say, do you want to share a taxi with us to the hotel?
That's kind of you, Doctor, but unfortunately I have some business first.
- Oh. OK. - What business are you in, Mr Bernard?
I'll be there later and perhaps we might have a drink together.
Come up to our suite. We'll have a drink up there.
- In that case, I will take you to dinner. - No, no. That's not fair.
I know Marrakech. I can show you an Arab restaurant
where the food is different and the manner of eating exotic.
That's what we came here for.
- How about one of those Arabian nights? - I'd love it.
How would you prefer to travel to the hotel, by taxi?
- Gee, I don't know. - A wagon! I wanna ride in a wagon!
I guess it's a wagon. See you later.
Au revoir. I look forward to the cocktails.
- Bye. - Goodbye.
Hank, you sit up with the driver.
How do you like this? A horse-drawn convertible.
Well, I just saw Louis Bernard talking to that Arab.
- What Arab? - The one that was shouting at Hank.
They were talking like they were 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 - I know his name. We were sitting there, we were talking.
You don't know anything about this man, and he knows everything about you.
Oh, wait.
He knows that you live in Indianapolis, Indiana.
He knows you're a doctor at the Good Samaritan Hospital.
He knows that you attended a medical convention in Paris,
and that you stopped off in Rome, Lisbon and Casablanca.
Alright.
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.
We just had a conversation. I've got nothing to hide.
But I have a feeling that Mr Bernard has.
I know this is mysterious Morocco,
but we're not gonna lose our head, are we?
- I know. I know what it is. - What?
You're sore because this fella didn't ask you any questions.
- Oh, hardy-har-har. - Hardy-har.
- Well, this eases the pain. - What pain, Mommy?
- It's just an expression. - Hey, can you take care of the driver?
- My name is Dr McKenna. - I'll take care of everything.
- Come on. - We're being watched.
What? Oh, come on!
# Que sera, sera
# What will be will be
# When I was just a little boy
# I asked my mother
What will I be
- He'll make a fine doctor. - # Will I be handsome
# Will I be rich
- # Here's what she said to me - Come on, darling.
# 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.
# 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
# The future's not ours to see
# Que sera, sera.
Oops.
# What will be will be
May I have this next dance?
- Yes. - Alright.
# Dum, dee, dum-da-dum
# Da-da-da-da #º
Oh, you're divine.
- Dinner for the boy. - Yeah, come in.
I can't tell you how beautifully your wife sings.
- Pretty good, isn't she? - Oh, she's marvellous.
Too bad it was interrupted.
I've had that same feeling myself many times.
Well, everything's fine. The manager has a babysitter for us.
Good.
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.
The theatre requires time,
and for me time is often a luxury.
Have you ever been to Paris, Mr Bernard?
I was born there.
Oh.
- What business are you in? - I buy... and sell.
- What? - Whatever gives the best profit.
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 -
Would you excuse me? I'll get it.
- No, I'll get it. - No, I will.
I'm inquiring for the room of Mr Montgomery.
He asked me for a drink, and I -
I'm sorry. There's no Montgomery here.
Pardon me, monsieur. I regret disturbing you.
OK.
- May I use your telephone, please? - Sure.
- Mommy! - Yes?
- I can't cut this meat. - I'll do it for you.
Merci.
Allô?
D'accord.
I'm terribly sorry, but I cannot go to dinner with you tonight.
- Oh? - I have neglected an important matter
- which now requires my attention. - Oh, I see.
- Perhaps another night? - Oh, sure, sure.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
- Bye. - Good night.
Good night.
- Bonsoir, madame, monsieur. - My name's McKenna.
Of course. The hotel phoned. Follow me, please.
- I'm certain you'll find this comfortable. - Thank you.
Honey, move over here.
You're on my dress.
Whoop.
Yeah.
We always wash the hands before eating.
Thank you.
- 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.
I'm not.
Good evening. You must think me awfully rude.
I've been staring at you since I saw you at the hotel.
- You are Jo Conway, the Jo Conway? - Yes, I am.
I knew I was right. I'm Lucy Drayton, and this is my husband.
- How do you do? - We're Dr and Mrs McKenna.
My wife tells me Mrs McKenna appeared at the London Palladium.
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.
I must admit I love 'em. I'm not one for this terrible be-bop.
- 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.
It's just that I'm a doctor, and a doctor's wife never has much time.
What my husband is trying to say is Broadway musical shows
are not produced in Indianapolis, Indiana.
We could live in New York. I hear that doctors aren't starving there either.
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.
I'm always saying the wrong thing. I'm sorry.
Not in the least.
Dr McKenna, do you -
Why don't all of you sort of turn around here, or something.
It's kind of - kind of hard on the neck.
It's in one of our English counties.
It's not what you'd call a farm. It's more of a smallholding.
Here we are.
- Oh. - Isn't that fascinating?
Yes.
- There we are. - Uhh.
- Hey, they look good. - Surprise.
Oh, they look wonderful.
Ah, looks like bread.
- We're not going to eat all that, are we? - No.
Is that the way you do it?
Yes, just break it, just like this.
It won't break. Oh, no.
Well, I'm gonna - There.
- Is that the way you do it? - That's quite alright.
That was a tough one.
Does it chew any better than it tears?
- Is it fattening? - I imagine it must be.
No, it's pretty good, hon.
- Well, I - - No plate.
- No? - No. No knives and forks either.
I understand you're supposed to dig in.
Oh, 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?
- Ju-Just these two fingers, huh? - I'll hold it for you.
- See. - There we are.
Well, I, uh... uh...
Boy, could I use this hand.
- I can't, uh... - It's alright.
- It's good stuff. - No one minds.
- It's messy, but worth it. - I'll practise 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 if you have four good fingers and a thumb
you oughta be able to use all of 'em.
- It's very good. - Very good.
Well, as I was saying,
I was quite happy farming my bit of land
when these United Nations fellows started worrying me.
Edward was a big noise in the Ministry of Food during the war.
So we pulled ourselves up at the roots, and here we are, United Nations Relief.
Sounds like interesting work.
I'm preparing a report on soil erosion at the moment.
Parts of this country are not unlike your dustbowl formation.
A thin layer of topsoil,
and underneath, so...
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?
Nothing. What's the matter with you?
I just don't want to be insulted.
Oh, you're not being insulted.
You can't blame him for turning down an old married couple like us.
- We're not an old married couple! - Alright.
Alright, he's a heel.
I don't understand him,
but I'm beginning not to like what he's doing to our whole night.
I must do some shopping in the market tomorrow.
I do hope it will be fine.
Well, not too fine.
I know our English weather is pretty awful, but sometimes,
we don't realise 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.
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. I think I'll cancel out. - Sit down and eat your dinner.
- We - We'd love to go. - Oh, we'd be delighted.
I don't know why he gets so worked up over unimportant things.
Non, Monsieur! Monsieur.
# Ho! Ho! Ho!
# Ho, ho, ho, ho!
What's he saying, Mrs Drayton?
He's the teller of tales, Hank.
Isn't this exciting?
Just like the county fair when I was a kid.
They got everything but the balloon ascension.
What's so funny? Did you ever see a balloon ascension?
I was thinking. You know what's paying for these three days in Marrakech?
- Me. - Mrs Campbell's gallstones.
Oh.
- You know the purse I bought in Paris? - Yeah.
Bill Edward's tonsils.
Mommy! Daddy!
Daddy, come with us! We're gonna see the medicine man.
- Maybe you can learn something, Daddy. - I wouldn't be surprised.
Anytime he starts wearing you out -
I haven't enjoyed the market so much.
- I never thought of it that way before. - What?
I'm wearing Johnny Matthews's appendix.
What about the boat trip?
It took two boys, one girl, and two sets of twins, didn't it?
And Mrs Morgan's hives.
- How are the acrobats today? - Wonderful.
Watch that kid that goes clear to the top there.
- 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 seven-year-itch we could retire.
Or if Mrs Yarrow's really gonna have triplets,
we could completely redecorate the house.
What would they say if they heard us?
One of the reasons I came to a place like Marrakech
is so we could say things like that without everybody hearing us.
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.
He's delighted with everything.
Hank! Hank, come back here!
- Hank! - Hank!
- It's best to keep out of trouble, Hank. - What's going on?
Looks like the police are chasing somebody.
Aaah!
Hey. Hey, look there.
You better stand back. Go on. Stand back.
Monsieur McKenna.
I'm Louis Bernard.
A man, a statesman,
he is to be killed,
assassinated,
in London
soon, very soon.
Tell them in London
Ambrose Chappell.
Chappell.
- Ben, who is he? - Louis Bernard.
- You got something to write on? - Louis Bernard!
He's dead.
He says, "Do you know this man?"
Yes, we do know him. He's Louis Bernard, the French...
Louis Bernard?
Monsieur and Madame McKenna.
He wants you to go to police headquarters to make a statement.
- OK. - Our friends have to go to the station.
- I'd better go with them. - Yes, of course.
You don't want your little boy to go, do you?
But I want to go to the police station.
I think it's better if I take him back to the hotel.
- Would you, please. - Certainly.
Thank you. Be good, Hank.
We're to be going.
Heaven knows when we shall be back.
Why do you suppose he turned up in an Arab outfit and wearing make-up?
What's more important: why was he killed?
I bet he was a spy or something.
What were you writing down? What was he telling you?
I'll tell you later.
What is it?
I-I just feel kinda funny.
Why should he pick me out to tell?
After what we said about him last night.
When we get in with the inspector, I'll do my best to cut the red tape.
- Fine. Fine. - I'm going to stretch a bit.
I'm afraid the questions will go till doomsday if you admit you knew him.
I don't know him at all. We met yesterday on a bus.
They're a cynical lot, these French. They might refuse to believe that.
Well, they've got to believe it.
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?
Thank you, Mr Drayton, but a translator will not be necessary.
Won't you come inside, madame, monsieur?
Do me the kindness to wait. I might have questions for you later.
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 in the same bus.
You had an aperitif with him in your hotel room.
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 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?
I know absolutely nothing about Louis Bernard.
Not even, I suppose, that he was an agent of the Deuxieme Bureau.
The - What's that?
Perhaps you have also never heard of the American FBI?
Now, wait. I -
It would be so much easier for both of us
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 killed.
He told you what he had discovered.
Why? Because he placed complete confidence in you.
You not only ask the questions, you answer 'em 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.
Even Americans, I suppose,
find it sometimes desirable to betray a confidence.
Let's get some things straight here.
I'm a tourist. I'm travelling for pleasure.
I somehow got involved in this very unfortunate incident,
and I came here to make a simple statement of fact
and not be subjected to a police grilling.
- I would like you - - No, you let me finish.
Entrez.
Wait a minute. Did he say I was wanted on the telephone?
I'll take that call now.
- But, sir - - You just take it easy.
- Hello. - Dr McKenna?
This is Dr McKenna. Who's this?
If you tell even one word
of what Louis Bernard whispered to you
your little boy will be in serious danger.
Remember, say nothing.
Hello?
Drayton?
Didn't you tell me your wife was going to take Hank back to the hotel?
- I thought so, yes. - Call her up.
Somebody just called me, threatened me about Hank.
Call her up, see if he's alright.
Hotel Mamounia?
Bien. Merci.
My wife doesn't answer.
Concierge?
Oh. Bien. Merci.
Oh, ye - Uh...
What's your room number?
414.
Bien. Merci.
I can't believe it.
- She hasn't come back yet, huh? - At least, nobody's seen her.
Alright, now you go back to the hotel.
You - 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.
- Don't waste any time. - Goodbye.
Who was it, Ben?
It was the, uh...
the, uh... concierge at the hotel.
He found out we were being held by the police.
He just called 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.
If it doesn't take too long, of course.
Wait a moment. I will send for a typist.
Ben?
Yeah?
Aren't you going to let me see the message?
I don't - I...
I don't think I should.
Darling, I'm not the police inspector.
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-I don't know what's the right thing to do.
We should go back to the hotel, pick up Hank and get out of here.
- Maybe. - Think about Hank.
What a terrible thing this is for him,
seeing a man murdered 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.
Why don't you get the key? I'll take care of the driver.
Alright.
Say, uh... you know a Mrs Drayton?
- English lady. - That's right.
Did you see her coming from the marketplace in the last hour?
- No, sir. - Wait a minute. This is very important.
- She had my little boy with her. - No, sir.
- What about Mr Drayton? - Mr Drayton checked out.
- He what? - Checked out.
- But he couldn't have. - Yes, sir, he did.
Mr Drayton, the Englishman with the horn-rimmed glasses.
Yes, sir. He checked out.
I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted.
I'll call Mrs Drayton, tell her she can bring Hank back.
- 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.
Well, then stop acting like that.
I merely said I was going to call Mrs Drayton.
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.
- Maybe you need them. - These are for you, Jo.
- I'm the doctor. Here. - Ben -
You know what happens when you get excited and nervous.
Here. Do me a favour.
Six months ago you told me I took too many pills.
Six months ago you weren't a witness to a murder.
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.
You'll feel better if you take these.
You don't think you will - I'll make a deal with you.
We'll make a deal. What is this?
There's something about this Louis Bernard, the police station
and this whole spy business I haven't told you yet.
- What? - Here's the price of curiosity.
- What is it? - There's one way of finding out.
Alright, Dr McKenna. I'm now relaxed and listening.
There's been something strange about this whole thing from the very beginning.
It wasn't any accident Louis Bernard came up to us, 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. 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
was because 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 killed before he found them?
No, he found them. He found them, all right.
It was in the restaurant where we had dinner last night.
That's one of the reasons he was killed.
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.
He told me if I mentioned one single word of what Bernard told me in the market,
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. Sit down.
I could kill you! You gave me sedatives!
- Sit down. - You did! Let go!
- Why didn't you tell me? - I wasn't sure.
- You did! You did! - Jo, please! Please!
Let go of me! Let go!
- Ben! - Lie down, Jo.
Oh, Ben, let me find my baby!
Oh, dear God!
- I want my boy! - Jo, please.
Ben, please. Oh, dear God!
Where is he, Ben?
Forgive me, Jo.
Forgive me.
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.
I'd even thought of taking that chance.
But the minute they connect Hank's disappearance
with Louis Bernard's murder,
then the first thing they'll do is make me tell them
what Louis Bernard whispered to me in the market place.
That won't do Hank any good.
We're going to London.
The Draytons had a private aeroplane. 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.
Now, Jo... now listen to me. This is what Bernard said.
"A man, a statesman, is to be killed, assassinated,
in London soon, very soon."
"Tell them in London to try Ambrose Chappell."
That's the fella we've got to find.
If he knows anything, I'm gonna offer him every penny I have to get Hank back.
The Chappell guy's our only hope. Do you understand?
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 get ready.
Please, Jo.
Would you just wait, sir?
- Come this way. - Jo! Love from the fan club!
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 -
I wired the Parnells to get us a hotel. I never figured on anything like this.
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 customs. Come this way.
How about a photo, Jo?
Hi, Jo!
This way, please.
We want Jo!
This is Mr Woburn. Dr and Mrs McKenna.
- How do you do? - What do you people want with us?
- Mr Buchanan would like to talk to you. - Who's he?
Special Branch, Scotland Yard.
This is Mr Buchanan. Dr and Mrs McKenna.
How do you do? Thank you, Woburn.
Do sit down, won't you?
Let me say 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?
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.
Why didn't you go to your consulate in Casablanca? Why come to London?
- Well, I... - Mr Buchanan -
You're convinced these people brought your son to London.
You're convinced 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.
When they've done what they want, they'll let him go.
Are we supposed to just sit and wait?
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 murdered here in London.
If you don't tell me all you know,
you become an accessory before the fact of murder.
- Ben, what can we do by ourselves? - Now, wait just a minute.
You've been working on the wrong McKenna.
- Bernard talked to me, not my wife. - Then, you tell me.
He spoke to me in French. I don't understand a word of it.
Oh, Ben, maybe they could find those people.
Maybe's not good enough for me.
I don't think it ought to be good enough for you.
- You're not the only one concerned - - I didn't mean it that way.
We made up our minds what we're gonna do. Let's stick to it.
I'm sorry, Mr Buchanan, we...
we'd like to cooperate with you on this thing, but we just can't.
I've got a son of my own.
I don't know what I'd do.
Excuse me.
Telephone call for you, Mrs McKenna.
Put the telephone call for Mrs McKenna through here please.
- Hello. - Mrs McKenna?
- Yes. - This is Mrs Drayton. Remember me?
Mrs Drayton.
Where is our son? Where have you got him?
He's here with me. You mustn't worry about him.
Where's our son? Where have you got him?
I expect you'd like to speak to him.
Yes, please. Please.
- Hank! Hello, Hank! - Just a minute.
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!
Oh, here. Hank. Hank, this is Daddy.
- Is Mommy crying? - 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, now listen to me. Tell me - where are you?
- Welbeck, eight... - Yeah?
Eight? Come on, Hank.
Hank!
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.
Baggage for Air France flight 592.
- Everything all right, sir? - Yeah, yeah.
- Your room key. - 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 - '
'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?
That I'll keep my mouth shut and offer him all the money we have.
Operator?
Operator, I want Gulliver 6198.
I'll get it.
Jo! Oh, you look wonderful!
When we got your wire, I couldn't believe it.
- What were you doing in Morocco? - Sightseeing.
You're the perfect answer to what London needs, Jo. This week's so dull.
Ambrose Chappell?
Mr Ambrose Chappell?
Oh, Mr Conway, I didn't know you were there.
McKenna! Dr McKenna. Welcome to London town, Doctor.
I knew you were married, but a doctor?
How clever. Especially in such a psychosomatic business.
Jan, be quiet. You wouldn't know what psychosomatic means.
It's when your mind gets sick of your body.
- The doctor's trying to telephone. - No, no. It's just some business.
Business is everything. Shh.
Hello. Hello? Ambrose Chappell.
I say, is this Mr Ambrose Chappell?
My name's McKenna.
Dr Benjamin McKenna.
We don't need to be quiet. How about a drink?
I was wondering if you'd be at your address for a while.
I'd like to talk to you for a few minutes.
Thank you. I'll be right over.
I'd like all of you to meet my husband.
I've heard so much about you. It's nice to see you in person.
This is Val's wife, Helen.
You look just like those pictures Jo had. Haven't changed a bit.
Why should he? He's a doctor. Probably gets free hormones.
I'm Jan Peterson. I sing almost as well as your wife.
And 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 any more.
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 some time alone.
- What's his name? - Hank. Henry, really.
I hope he looks like you and has the doctor's brains.
These flowers are lovely -
Well, I'll order some drinks.
OK, but dinner tonight's on me, a 'welcome home' for Jo.
I wish I could persuade her to stay a month.
I'm terribly sorry, but I have an appointment.
I wonder if you'd order the drinks. I'll be back as soon as I can.
- Excuse me, please. - Ben, please.
- Ben... - It's got to be done.
- Take me with you. - I can't. I won't disappear.
- Please let me go with you. - Two are easier to follow than one.
We don't want Buchanan's men or the others on our tracks.
I'm going out through the service entrance.
- Yes, sir? - Ambrose Chappell?
Come in.
There's a gent to see you, sir.
Good afternoon, sir. I am Ambrose Chappell.
What can I do for you?
Well, I - I, uh -
If you gave me your name, that might be a start.
My name is McKenna. Dr Benjamin McKenna.
- I phoned you. - Oh, yes, yes.
You are Ambrose Chappell?
Well, I've been Ambrose Chappell for nearly 71 years.
But, uh... I think I understand your problem.
- You do, huh? - 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?
Hm? 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 met in Marrakech.
- Oh, yes? - Yes, and I think you know this man.
- Louis Bernard, a Frenchman. - Louis Bernard?
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 have a business proposition. I don't see how you can turn it down.
- Exactly what had you in mind? - Well er... You want to talk here?
Certainly. We have no secrets from our employees.
OK, now, in the first place,
I haven't uttered a 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 kill in London.
All I want's that boy, and I'll take the next aeroplane back to America.
Come on, please. Listen to me, will ya?
Honestly, if money means anything to you, I'll do...
Father, call the police. Shall we go into this -
Wait a minute. You told him to call the police.
- What's the idea, trying to bluff me? - My dear sir -
- And you don't know Louis Bernard? - Never heard of him.
You've got no idea what happened in Marrakech and where my boy is?
- No. - Where is he?
William! Edgar! Davis! Help!
Now, wait a minute! Wait! Hold on.
It's obvious I'm in the wrong place. Now, let go of me.
I made a mistake. Now, let me go.
Hold him! Hold him!
Ouch!
Hold him. Hold him.
He said that even if Bud Flanagan was dressed by Hartnell,
nobody would believe 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. Church? - No, it was Chappell.
It's not a man. It's a place.
It's Ambrose Chapel!
- Do they list chapels in the directory? - Let's take a look.
Please help me find it.
Let's see. Here we are. Ambrose...
Ambrose and Chafer... Ambrose Chapel! 17 Ambrose Street, W2.
17 Ambrose Street, W2.
17 Ambrose Street.
Look, darlings, I have to go.
I'm very sorry. Have another drink. I'll be back as soon as I can.
And explain to Ben when he comes in, would you?
Explain what?
Look, there's something weird going on here and I -
Let's try to figure the whole thing out. First, 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, or I might dash off.
- What a temptation. - Can you fathom it?
It's probably some new American gag.
- Well, hello again. - Oh.
I'm awfully sorry I had to rush off, but there was something I had to do.
Oh, boy, I could use this.
Thank you. Well, I - Where's Jo?
- She's gone to Ambrose Chapel. - I just came from there.
- Not your Ambrose Chappell. - It isn't a he, it's a building.
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?
Ambrose Chapel, 17 Ambrose Street, Bayswater.
Yes? Doctor! Doctor, come back! It's Jo.
- Jo? - Ben? What happened?
- No. It was a wild-goose chase. - It must be the chapel. I've found it.
It's just a short way from here.
I know the address. I'll be right over.
I'll meet you outside.
Bye, dear. What did you say the address was?
17 Ambrose Street, Bayswater.
I don't know how to thank you.
Three men. You don't know much about checkers, do you?
You'd better go to bed, 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. I've got to get downstairs.
No, it's not necessary tonight. You'll sleep, Hank, won't you?
- I guess so. - Oh, hurry up, if you want to finish this.
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? - Yes.
I wish it was tomorrow.
That's not a very orthodox sentiment.
Ah, 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.
Music's less in your line than marksmanship.
If you listen, I'm going to play you the exact moment when you can shoot.
So listen carefully.
# Finding...
# Release! #
We'll have it once more. Listen for the crash of the cymbals.
# Finding...
# Release! #
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. No-one will know.
- No-one except one. - That's right, if you're clever, my friend.
- Any questions, musical or otherwise? - No.
There's one comforting thought - it happens early in the evening.
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.
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 to the car? - Yes, of course.
I'm sorry you have to sneak out, but we must preserve a respectable front.
# Finding...
# Release!
There it is.
Yeah. You just may have hit it right on the nose.
You can't be farther wrong than I was.
- Let's go. - Should we get help from the police?
No, honey, please. Let's take a crack at this alone.
# Portents abound
That earth
# And heav'n
# Amaze
# Wherefore
# Do earthquakes
# Cleave the ground?
# Why hides the sun
# In shame?
# Let sin no more...
- Ben. - Ssh, ssh!
# My soul enslave
# Break now...
# This is just another wild goose chase
- # O save me - # Let's wait -
- # Whom Thou camst - # And look around
# To save
# Nor bleed
- # Nor die in vain - # Look who's coming down the aisle
# From whence
# These dire
# Portents abound?
# That earth and heav'n
# Amaze
# Wherefore
# Do earthquakes
# Cleave the ground?
# Why hides
# The sun
# In shame?
Let sin
# No more
# My soul enslave
# Break now
# The tyrant's chain
# O save me
# Whom Thou camst
# To save
# Nor bleed
# Nor die
# In vain #
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...
That's Buchanan's number.
Go out, call him up, tell him to surround this place with police.
- What if he asks me - - Tell him anything.
This is the time. I'm sure Hank's round here someplace.
- But I don't want to leave you. - I don't know how else to do it, honey.
You go on now.
and therefore the goodness of all mankind.
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.
This is a pleasant surprise, Doctor.
Where's my boy, Drayton?
He's upstairs.
You've come just in time to help my wife with his food.
It seems Hank doesn't care for our English cooking.
What do you want?
I'll give you money, keep my mouth shut. All I want's my boy.
And what about your wife? Did she go outside just to get some fresh air?
Tell me what you want. I'll do anything.
All right. You'll see your boy. All in good time.
Hank! Hank McKenna!
Daddy?
Daddy! I'm here, Daddy!
I'm here!
My husband's there now, watching them.
He sent me to call you so you could do something before they get away.
It isn't as easy as all that.
My husband is in that chapel waiting for me to bring help.
May I speak to Mr Buchanan? He told me to call him if I needed him.
I'm awfully sorry. I can't get in touch with him.
He's at an important diplomatic affair at the Albert Hall.
Then call him there! Please call him.
He's on his way. I don't know how -
Mr Woburn, it isn't a matter of days, it's a matter of minutes.
Now, 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.
Tell your husband to come out and let the police take over.
Woburn, Special Branch. Hold on. I must ring off, Mrs McKenna.
Please believe me. I'll have everything laid on.
There's nobody there.
- Are you Mrs McKenna? - Yes. There's something wrong, officer.
That place was full of people a few minutes ago and now there's no-one.
We 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? - No more than five minutes ago.
- Hm, 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. - Well, can't we get one?
That all takes time. We'll have a look around, shall we?
Matthews, take the other end.
- There's no-one there. - Are you certain this place was just full?
Of course I'm certain. I was there myself with my husband.
He sent me out to call Scotland Yard.
I'm afraid it's much too complicated to explain why.
We'll just have to sit tight and wait for the car from The Yard.
- There's no sign of life. - Report back here.
Very good, sir. Walden, you stand by and wait for the car from The Yard.
- That's all, Matthews. - You're not leaving?
Orders, madam. Can we give you a lift somewhere?
- Take me to Albert Hall, please. - The Albert Hall's off our beat.
Suppose we drop you off at the nearest taxi rank?
Wait here.
- They're here. - Wait till I clear the kitchen.
Everybody out! Into the corridor. Five minutes.
Come on!
Do as he tells you. Come on. It'll only take a minute.
Come on. All of you, out.
All right. This way.
Always something funny going on at this embassy.
- Bringing people in in secret. - Give me the Swiss embassy anytime.
There's neutrality for you.
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 them.
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? - No, the ambassador.
His prime minister's the one with the bald head.
- Your ticket, madam? - I'm sorry. I'm looking for someone.
Cantata - Storm Clouds
# There came
# A whispered terror
# On the breeze
# And the dark forest shook
# And on the trembling trees
# Came the nameless fear
# And panic overtook
# Each flying creature
# Of the wild
# And when they all had fled
# Yet stood the trees
# Around whose heads
# Screaming
# The night birds wheeled and shot away
# Yet stood the trees
# Around
# Whose head
# Screaming
# The night birds
# Wheeled
# And shot
# Away
# Finding release
# From that which drove them onward like their prey
# Yet stood the trees
# Finding release
# From that which drove them onward like their prey
# Yet stood the trees
# Finding release
# The storm clouds broke
# The storm clouds
# Finding release
# From that which drove them onward like their prey
# Yet stood the trees
# Finding release
# From that which drove them onward like their prey
# Yet stood the trees
# Finding release
# The storm clouds broke
and drowned the dying moon
# The storm clouds broke
# And drowned the dying moon
# The storm clouds broke
# Finding release
# The storm clouds broke
# Finding release
# The storm clouds broke
# Finding release
# The storm clouds broke
# Finding
# Release #
What happened?
I saw the gun. He was pointing it at the Prime Minister.
He was going to kill him, and I realised I had to scream.
- Then he didn't kill him? - Your wife saved him.
Oh, there they are.
Please come over and let the prime minister thank you.
It won't take very long. Would you come along?
Oh, yes.
Yes. Prime Minister, this is the young lady.
Dear lady, I'm forever in your debt.
This is her husband.
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 place all along.
Don't be a fool.
An odd coincidence, both of you turning up here.
It's a pity you didn't contact your assistant. He told us you were here.
- I beg your pardon? - We need that help you offered.
Sir, we've questioned the woman.
Said she bought a ticket which happened to place her in the box
with the man who did the shooting.
- If she knows anything, she won't say. - I'll see her later.
- Very good, sir. - Please tell me everything, now.
Everything. There's still plenty of room for hope.
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.
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 honour,
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 realise that Americans dislike having their children stolen?
How else could I make sure that McKenna would keep quiet?
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. Huh!
I want the child removed from this embassy,
and removed in such a way that he won't be able to say any more
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 -
Yes, come in.
Your Excellency, the princess should be arriving at any moment.
I recognised him. He recognised 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.
Yes?
Buchanan speaking.
Right. Thank you.
The Draytons are at the embassy.
- The what? - How do you know?
We have ways of finding out, from the inside.
If the Draytons are at the embassy, then our boy's there too.
- Probably. But we can't do anything. - What do you mean?
Every embassy in a foreign country has extra-territorial rights.
- What's that? - It's as if the embassy is on foreign soil.
So they can steal kids and get away with it? What is this!
We could have the Foreign Office serve a writ on the ambassador.
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, wh-what's the phone number of that embassy?
- You got it? - What are you thinking of -
- Let me try something. - Grosvenor 0-1-4-4.
Grosvenor 0-1-4-4, 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. - 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 tonight,
cos we're going to leave London tomorrow.
Hello? Here you are.
Hello?
My dear lady, this is a charming surprise.
Uh-huh.
Mm-hm. Delighted. Delighted, delighted.
The ambassador too would be delighted.
Any friends of mine are friends of his.
He said all right.
- If he asks you, we're all set. - What if they don't?
Have we ever been to a party where they didn't ask you?
Now, your job is to hold their attention, right?
Good evening - Dr and Mrs McKenna.
How very nice to see you.
The prime minister's waiting for you. Come this way.
Ah, madam!
- 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, madam?
- Yes, I'm Jo Conway. - 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, madam.
A tranquil coda to conclude a dramatic evening.
I'm very flattered.
Um, Stanis?
Would you put up some chairs? And hurry up, please.
Ladies and gentlemen, Jo Conway has consented to sing a few songs for us.
Darling, would you see that the prime minister gets a good seat.
Would you like to come to the piano? I do hope it's tuned.
- Would you not like to sit down, sir? - Er...
No, thank you. I'll just stand over here.
# 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
# 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...
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?
Hank, can you whistle that song?
I guess so.
Then go on. Whistle it.
Whistle it as loud as you can.
# Will we have rainbows
# Day after day?
# Here's what my sweetheart said
# Ever will be, will be
# The future's not ours to see
# Que sera, sera
# What will be, will be
# Now I have children of my own
# 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.
No!
Oh, Daddy!
Take the boy. Go! But you must be quick!
Come on, son.
Don't touch him.
I don't think you're going to do any shooting,
not with these people downstairs and 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.
Now I'm sure you're going to be sensible and help me out of here.
Don't ask me for help, you miserable s-
You wouldn't want your father to get hurt, would you, Hank?
Now we're going to walk downstairs together, casually,
like three old friends.
Then we're going to take a stroll as far as the nearest taxi rank.
I hope there won't be any emotional scenes on the way down.
Do as he says, Hank.
No, the other way. The other way.
Shall we be going?
All right, start down the hall, son.
Don't say anything.
# Now it's goodbye
# 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
# And again #
Hank!
Come on, Hank.
Oh, Mother!
I'm sorry we were gone so long, but we go and pick up Hank.
Ohh!