First, I wanna know how many drugstores there are in Chillingbourne.
- What stores? - Drugstores.
Where you buy soap and razor blades and ice cream.
- You mean the grocer's! - Call it what you like.
Now, if you wanted to stick something together...
and needed the stuff to stick it with, where would you buy it?
- At the grocer's. - Is there only one?
Only one.
Next, I want to find out who's been buying sticky stuff at the grocer's.
- Is he a friendly sort of guy? - Mr. Holmes?
If that's his name. Is he human?
He's his father!
Holy smoke! Is it that time already? I've got a date for church.
Show me the shortest way from here, and on the way we'll map out a plan of campaign.
Excuse me. Can you tell me anything -
- Ask at the office. They'll tell you. - Oh, no. It isn't bus information I want.
It's about - about the Glue Man.
What about him? Who are you?
- You are Polly Finn, aren't you? - Yes.
What if I am?
Miss Swinton!
Gwladys Swinton!
- Yes? - Have you got a minute?
- Five, if you want them. - Can I come up?
No, stay where you are. I'll come down.
You can't come in the box, you know. It's against regulations.
- Well, what is it? - I only want to ask you one or two questions.
Oh, well, fire away.
- Morning. - Morning.
- Are you Dorothy Bird? - That's me.
I got your name from Fee Baker. I'm the new land girl working at Foster's.
Blimey.
August 27.
There.
Fee Baker, Susan Cummings, Dorothy Bird, Polly Finn, Gwladys Swinton and me.
Each time the thing happened after half past 11:00, but never later than midnight.
Did it ever happen after midnight to anybody?
- As far as I can check, no. - I've checked that my end.
- They all say it never happened after midnight. - That's important.
- Why? - Facts are always important.
What about dates?
Fee Baker, June 8. Susan Cummings, June 24.
Gwladys Swinton - Oh, not sure.
And me, August 27.
Of course. Bertha Rogers on the 11th of August.
Well, wait a minute.
No. False alarm.
Well, I can fill in some dates.
Now, Gwladys Swinton was July 10.
Two other girls, anonymous, July 2 and August 3.
Well, let's see.
That gives us two on Tuesday, one on Wednesday...
one on Thursday, two on Friday...
one on Saturday, blank on Sunday and Monday.
Well, what do you make of that?
I don't know.
Well, anyway, our dates are still incomplete. There were 11 cases in all.
So what?
You know, I'm beginning to think the whole village is cracked.
Just look at that boy.
Ninety degrees in the shade, and he's wearing a winter overcoat.
Hello, Leslie, Terry.
Come on up. Ask for me.
They'll never get past old Albert.
I'll fix that.
Kids and almanacs. This won't get us anywhere.
Have you got a better idea?
Yes. I'm gonna call on Mr. Colpeper this afternoon, and I want you to come with me.
You can't crash in without being asked.
He has asked me. Last night. Anyone really interested, he said.
- Well, I'm interested. - Yes, that's clever.
Well, will you come?
- I'm not very keen. Take Bob. - No, he's got a date.
Meet General Terry...
General Leslie.
Also Commander Todd- he's the delicate one.
- Do you all like lemonade? - Yes.
- You too, Commander? - Yes.
You can take this coat off now, Commander.
You're through the enemy's lines.
Meet the account book of Mr. Holmes...
the general's father and Chillingbourne drugstore keeper.
- You mean the grocer. - Beg pardon.
"'A,' 'B,' 'C.' Thomas.
Flower, soap, sugar, bacon."
A week's rations.
Here, you look at it. You know the names.
Any sticky stuff?
Do some of the richer people here, like the rector, Mr. Colpeper...
buy everything in Chillingbourne?
No, they get lots of things from outside.
- How do you know? - We collect salvage from the houses.
Salvage!
Good afternoon. You want my son.
Yes, as a matter of fact. I was at his lecture last night.
And you want to talk to him about it. Of course. Come in.
Thanks.
- He'll be here in a moment. - Thanks.
Good afternoon, Sergeant.
Oh, how do you do, sir? Sorry to bother you on a Sunday.
Oh, don't mention it. I expect your weekdays are pretty fully occupied.
- Yes, they are. - Do sit down.
- What do you drink? Beer, whiskey or cider? - Nothing for me.
- Oh, do have something. - Oh, cider, please.
Emma? Cider.
Well, how's the army going? You seem to be busy from morning till night.
- It's a bit like your job. - Mine?
You put a great deal in to get very little out.
Are you a farmer in civil life?
Me? No.
May I ask what part of the country you come from?
London.
- Not much material there for your lectures. - More there than anywhere.
What about the British Museum?
Yeah, I suppose it is pretty good.
Yes, very good. Nearly a day's walk from Chillingbourne.
What, 50 miles? Some walk.
Not if you like walking. Do you like walking?
Not if I can help it. Why walk if there's a train?
- Oh, Mother. - Go on with your talking. I can manage.
I see, sir, you're interested in mountaineering.
Yes, I do a bit of it.
I suppose you'd recommend me to wait at the bottom till somebody builds a funicular railway.
I'd say, why climb to the top at all? What's wrong with the valley?
- The answer's in yourself. - You're dead right.
And the trouble with this country is that every second man thinks he's born to be a missionary...
and every third man has a bee in his bonnet.
Thank you. Look at you. You don't mind?
No, of course not.
You're a gentleman farmer with a fine house.
I'm sure you've got a first-class farm and run it well.
Yet the first chance you get, you're off climbing mountains or digging up stuff...
which 600 years ago was thrown out as junk.
No bee in your bonnet.
No. I've got my job - £30 a week.
I've got my flat. I meet my friends when I want to meet them.
That's good enough for me.
Don't you want a bigger flat, better job - £40 a week?
I've got the best job a man in my business can have.
May I ask, what is your job?
I'm an organist.
In St. Paul's Cathedral?
No, in a cinema. West End.
I'm a cinema organist. A good one.
I'm sure you are.
Have you always wanted to be a cinema organist?
Not when I was a kid.
I wanted to be a church organist.
I studied for nine years.
Then, luckily for me, I met a chap who told me about a job -
a new theater, brand-new organ.
You see, I never really had the chance to play on any big organ...
except the one at the academy.
- You never played a church organ? - Not a big one.
It seems to me, Sergeant, there are two kinds of men -
one who learns to play Bach and Handel...
only to play "I Kiss Your Little Hand, Madame"...
and the man who learns to walk step by step...
so that one day he might climb Mount Everest.
Perhaps another convert to the study of ancient Kent.
- I'm afraid I have gone rather off the rails. - Never mind. There's plenty of time.
Not much to do in Chillingbourne. How do you find it?
- I haven't seen much of it. - Oh, how's that?
- I only arrived on Friday night. - Oh, yes.
I remember seeing you at my lecture with Miss Smith and our American ally, Sgt. Johnson.
- Did you walk in together from the station? - Yes.
I was with them when the attack took place.
This fellow must be a tough sort of customer. About your height.
As a matter of fact, I had some excitement myself that night.
- They searched the town hall. I was on fire guard. - Do you have to do fire-watching?
- Oh, yes. - As well as Home Guard?
Twice a week Home Guard, and fire-watching every eighth day.
- Tom? - Yes, Mother?
The salvage boys are here again.
- Why, they were here last week. - Well, they say it's a paper drive.
But maybe it's my homemade toffee.
There are six boys and Ovendon's donkey.
I'll go and talk to them. Excuse me.
- Hello. Salvage again? - Yes, sir. Wastepaper.
We've got a lot of sacks, sir.
- Did you go round to the old scullery last time? - No, sir.
You'd better go round by the back way. Emma will show you.
Round the back way.
- How's your father's lumbago, Terry? - Awful, sir.
Oh, too bad.
- Well, I'm afraid I must be going now, sir. - Nonsense.
I'm enjoying our talk. Let's have another mug.
Hello? Coming, ma'am.
Four and five and six and seven.
Two shillings and seven pence. That okay, ma'am?
Now what? Press button "A." Okay.
Looks like I hit the jackpot.
- Pressed the wrong button. - What's that, ma'am?
I pressed button "B"? Check.
Reinsert coins and press button "A."
Check again.
"A" buttons, "B" buttons...
mirrors, tea drinking...
left-hand driving...
stripes upside down.
Yes, ma'am. It sure is difficult. And hot.
Here I come, button "A."
Made it.
Hello? Sergeant Michael Roczinsky, please.
R-O-C-Z-I- That's correct.
U.S. Army.
He said what? Now see here, ma'am.
I don't care what Mickey Roczinsky told you. He's a buddy of mine.
We come from the same company.
Wake him up. It's 4:00.
He can't sleep out his whole leave in London.
You can't? You won't?
Say, you give good service in your hotel.
Well, tell him Bob Johnson rang.
Bob. B-O-B. Bob.
Call it what you like.
Tell him I can't get to London. He's to meet me in Canterbury.
I'm not in Canterbury now, but I'll be in Canterbury tomorrow.
Where will he meet me?
Holy cats! I don't know where. I've never even seen the place.
Where can he meet me in Canterbury?
- Cathedral. - That's right.
Tell him to meet me in Canterbury Cathedral at 11:00.
Thanks.
Whew!
These London dames have plenty on the ball.
Now, look, forget sex for a little while, will you?
I've either solved the whole thing or wasted a perfectly good Sunday.
What about me and my whole furlough?
- See that? - Without difficulty.
Now where's that list you made today of the dates of the crimes?
- Right here, but - - Now I'll tell you when the crimes were committed.
- Why tell me? I have them here. - Yes, but I haven't.
Now check. The last one was Friday, August 27.
Considering we were both there -
Before that, Thursday the 19th.
- Unproven. - Well, take it from me, it's right.
- Shandy? - No, thanks.
Before that, Wednesday the 11th. Tuesday, 3rd of August.
Say, that's right.
July 26, a Monday. July 18, a Sunday.
Tenth of July, a Saturday. Second of July, a Friday.
- All correct. - Twenty-fourth of June, a Thursday.
Then one on Wednesday, the 16th of June and Tuesday, the eighth of June.
Altogether, 11.
Say, what have you got there?
This, my fine feathered friend, is the fire guard rota from Mr. Colpeper's house...
and the dates that I've quoted to you are the nights that he was on duty.
- Every eighth day. - Gee!
Then Ernie Brooks clinches it.
- What does he say? - Same as me.
He saw the light in Mr. Colpeper's office around midnight, but not before.
Halt! Who goes there? Friend or foe?
Friend.
Sentry, let him come up!
- Hello. - Hello.
- How are you doing, General? - Okay. Four up to now.
Well, here is something.
The name of a firm - Rymans Limited. Who are they?
They're a London firm. Lot of branches. They sell office accessories.
Paper, ink...
and gum.
Well, that's that.
The rest is just routine.
Yes, we've got him cold.
Let's see now. It was a new football we agreed on, wasn't it?
You sure that's enough? You've earned it.
Thank you very much.
The pleasure, General, is entirely mine.
Hey! Catch!
Glorious, isn't it?
Is anybody there?
It's a real voice you heard. You're not dreaming.
You know, just now I -
I heard sounds.
What sounds did you hear?
Horses' hooves, voices...
and a lute.
Or an instrument like a lute. Did you hear anything?
Those sounds come from inside, not outside.
Then only when you're concentrating, when you believe strongly in something.
Just now I was concentrating on who was coming up the hill to disturb me.
Disturb you? At what?
Breathing the air, smelling the earth, watching the clouds.
Why don't you sit down?
You know, I was very mistaken about you.
I'm sorry.
I was mistaken about you too.
You have to dig to find out about people, as well as roads.
Do you know why I wanted to stay so much?
- I wanted to be here again. - You've been here before?
Do you see that clump of trees?
I spent 13 perfect days there in a caravan.
Your caravan?
- It belongs to me now. - And the owner?
If there's such a thing as a soul, he must be here somewhere.
He loved this hill so much.
I love it too.
May I ask, were you engaged?
- Three years. - A long time.
His father was the trouble.
- Did you ever meet each other? - Oh, yes.
We didn't dislike each other.
They were a very good family...
and he thought his son should marry someone better than a shopgirl.
"Good family." "Shopgirl."
Rather dilapidated phrases for wartime.
Not for Geoffrey's father. It would have taken an earthquake.
We're having one.
Too late for me.
- There are a lot of funny things in the world. - What, for instance?
For instance, why should people who love the country have to live in big cities?
Something's wrong.
Miracles still happen, you know.
Do you believe in miracles?
When I was your age, I didn't believe in anything. Now I believe in miracles.
- For shopgirls? - For everybody.
You know, I think a shopgirl has a bigger chance of a miracle than a millionaire.
- I can see you've never been a shopgirl. - Nor a millionaire.
See those clouds forming? It'll be a warm day tomorrow.
Tomorrow I've got to go into Canterbury, to the Agricultural Committee.
- I shall visit my property. - You've property in Canterbury?
My caravan. It's jacked up there in a garage. I pay half a crown a week for it.
Quite a lot for a jacked-up caravan.
Not for my caravan.
Shall you bring it here?
I hope so.
Pilgrims to Canterbury often receive blessings.
Do you think even a visit to the Agricultural Committee...
could be the instrument of a blessing?
Who knows? If not, I might have a word with them.
Yes, sir, I was born with an open mind.
- And mouth. - And mouth, as you remark.
But it sure is a surprise to me to find how much I like everything over here.
- Must they see us? - Everything, I may add, but one thing.
- What's that? - Not if you keep low.
Why do you, from sunrise to sunset, and at odd hours throughout the night...
have to drink tea?
- I shouldn't be too noisy about it if I were you. - But I hate the stuff.
Well, after Pearl Harbor you Americans joined the honorable company of tea drinkers.
Don't forget that the Nazis and Japs have knocked down every country they've tried to, except the tea drinkers -
China, Russia and England.
So, long live drinking tea.
Drinking tea doesn't appear to be much good for the wind.
If anybody'd made me walk three miles before the war and then climb a hill...
I'd say he could bury me at the top.
- I thought organists, as a race, were climbers. - Of what?
- Church towers. - I use a lift.
Boy! Cast your eye around that noble prospect!
Wasn't it worth the climb?
Nearly.
Of course, I freely admit...
it's nothing to compare with the view from Three Sisters Mountains.
Now, don't start to tell me that you've got higher hills and broader rivers.
- I don't see any river. - There.
- That's the River Stour. - That?
- It goes to Canterbury. - Going to Canterbury is no proof it's a river.
I'm going to Canterbury, and I ain't no river.
Well, I'll admit it's no Mississippi.
And I'll admit I've never seen the Mississippi.
Then be happy to tell your folks you've seen the River Stour...
and English blackberries.
I am happy. Ours are bigger than these.
I feel fine.
The whole time, ever since we sailed, something's been wrong with me.
Maybe it was my girl. Maybe I was homesick.
Now, for the first time, I feel swell.
Maybe it was because my mind was preoccupied.
In the army, they think mostly about keeping your body occupied.
They've not much time to worry about your mind.
No.
The air here is as good as Hyde Park.
Hyde Park? That's in London?
Very much in London.
What would you be doing this afternoon in London, if there wasn't any war?
Sunday afternoon?
Reading, playing cards with the boys, waiting for the pubs to open...
occupying the mind, letting the body take care of itself.
You don't fancy the countryside much, do you?
Tell you the truth, I'd hardly realized there was a countryside before the war.
Funny that -
how the war can open your eyes to a lot of things.
That sounds like the Glue Man's lecture.
Take me, for instance. I was no G-man before the war.
Imagine me, Bob Johnson of Johnson County, Oregon...
coming over here and solving the Glue Man mystery.
While you're throwing bouquets at yourself, don't forget me and Alison.
The nutty thing about it is, I like him.
- Who? - Old Gluepeper.
He's a bit cracked, but I like him too.
- Come on, Pete. I'll race you down. - You're on.
Chillingbourne! Chillingbourne!
Canterbury, next stop! Next stop, Canterbury!
Well, it's just as well he knows. He didn't deny it, did he?
- Didn't say a word. - No, he wouldn't. Are you going to tell the police?
Certainly. He's called the tune. Now he's got to pay the piper.
- Say, what's the holdup, George? - Mr. Colpeper's a bit late.
Did you get that? Well, how do you know he's going to Canterbury?
It's Monday. His day on the bench.
- On the bench? Hello, pop. - Hello, sonny boy.
- Bench of magistrates. - The district law court.
- Good morning, Mr. Duckett. - Morning, miss.
I warned you to keep an eye on her Friday night. Oh, here he comes.
Here you are, Mr. Colpeper.
Thanks, Duckett.
Thank goodness he didn't come in here.
Good morning. You don't mind my sitting with you. It's only 10 minutes to Canterbury.
- There's plenty of room. - You bet.
I'm glad to meet you all together.
You, I suppose, are on your way to rejoin your unit, Sergeant Johnson.
Yes, sir.
And you're off to the Agricultural Committee.
And you're going to sit on the bench.
- And you, Sergeant Gibbs? - I'm going to the police station.
I see.
An excellent police force, the Kent constabulary.
They solve every crime sooner or later.
- Do you think the Glue Man knew that? - He knew it all right.
- But he didn't think what he did was a crime. - What else can you call it?
Upsetting the whole village, giving the soldiers a bad name with everyone.
Some children hate going to school. Their parents have to force them to go.
Is that a crime?
- Pouring glue on girls' hair is. - It's awful to get out.
You're not going to defend pouring glue on people?
Certainly not.
But I'm going to defend pouring knowledge into people's heads, by force if necessary.
- What knowledge? - Knowledge of our country and love of its beauty.
Beauty of the countryside! Who cares about these things in wartime?
Who cares about them in peacetime?
I've tried it before this war. Why should it be any better after it?
I've written articles that didn't get further than the county papers.
I rented a hall in London to speak from, but nobody came to listen.
I even held a meeting in Hyde Park.
- That's no subject for Hyde Park. - I found that out.
Then the war came, and just as I was thinking, like you...
that all the things I'd been preaching about would have to wait until peacetime...
a miracle happened.
That's the trouble. You believe in miracles.
Yes, I do.
The miracle was that the army decided to build a camp just outside our village.
Young men flowed in from every part of the country.
I felt as a missionary must feel...
when one day he finds there's no need to travel into the jungle...
to find converts...
because the savages are coming to him.
- Thanks for the compliment. - There's no sin in being a savage.
But a missionary who doesn't try to do his duty is a bad missionary.
- Well? - Well, here was a chance for them and for me.
I planned a series of lectures - no one came. I tried again and again - nobody turned up.
I went to see their C.O. He sympathized.
Said when the men had finished their work, they had dates with the girls in the village...
or they went to the movies to see glamour girls on the screen, or they got up dances.
- They were always with girls or after girls. - Well, what's wrong with that?
Yeah. It's natural to feel lonesome in a strange place.
You have a girl at home, haven't you?
Yes, I have.
Would you like her to go out with strangers when you're 3,000 miles away?
5,000 miles.
Most of our girls have their men in the services.
The older people didn't like the idea of them going out with every soldier that came along.
- I suppose they couldn't do anything about it. - It was difficult.
Nobody wanted to stop the soldiers having a good time.
So you stopped the girls from having one.
Exactly.
Did I ever tell you about old Dad Butler...
who killed the fly on his baby's head with a sledgehammer?
Mr. Colpeper, didn't it ever occur to you to ask the girls to your lectures?
- No. - Pity.
Well, the fly's dead, the baby's alive and kicking.
- No harm's been done. - Oh, hasn't it?
What beats me is that a man in your position, a magistrate...
somebody whose job it is to judge other people -
I wonder what sort of sentence you'd pass...
if the Glue Man was brought before you and your friends on the bench?
It would depend upon the findings of the court.
I would try to find out the truth.
I never pass sentence without doing that.
I should try to discover the motives of the accused.
I should question every witness personally.
- But you know that every witness would be against him. - Are you against him?
Fee Baker said that there are a lot of people in the village who are not against him.
Are you against him?
He meant well.
Would you believe a burglar who said he meant well?
If it was his first offense...
and he could prove that he broke into the house in order to save the baby from burning to death.
- What baby? - Old Dad Butler's baby.
In any case, Sergeant Gibbs...
if harm has been done I shall have to pay for it.
And in order to make you pay, somebody must denounce you.
I want to make that quite clear.
There are higher courts than the local bench of magistrates.
Pilgrims for Canterbury, all out and get your blessings.
Rum sort of pilgrimage for you.
A pilgrimage can be either to receive a blessing or to do penance.
- I don't need either. - Perhaps you are an instrument.
Do I get a flaming sword?
Nothing would surprise me.
I'll believe that when I see a halo round my head.
- Taking a pilgrim's view, Sergeant Johnson? - Yes, sir.
Well, if ever you have a son who comes to England -
- And here's hoping he comes in mufti, not like his father. - And his grandfather.
And his grandfather. Make him promise he'll become a pilgrim too.
At the moment, sir, I'm having a little trouble with my future son's mother.
But your advice is sound.
I overheard you say last night that you liked me in spite of yourself.
- That's true enough. - And I like you too.
You're not nearly as tough as you try to make out. Do you know the way?
Yes, thanks. I'm taking Bob to the cathedral.
He's got a date there with his buddy.
Then it's good-bye.
- Good luck. - Thank you.
- Why "good luck" to you especially? - Yes. Why you?
- Military secret. - What's cooking? Tell a fella.
- We're off today. - No? Where to?
- Oh, don't worry. I'll be seeing you. - It's a date.
And the more of us the merrier.
I'm looking for the police station.
Thank you.
- Okay, Sergeant, watch out for convoys. - Very good, sir.
- Christchurch gate in 10 minutes. Carry on. - Very good, sir.
- Inspector? - Yes.
- Superintendent Hall wants to see me. - He's not in.
- When will he be? - Well, it's hard to say. He's got a job on.
Special service in the cathedral and they're marching through the city.
- I think I'm one of them. - Well, you ought to know.
Suit yourself. But he won't be back till the soldiers are gone.
Trouble is, when the soldiers are gone, I'll be gone too.
Well, you might find him round the cathedral. Come on, Sergeant.
Good morning, Dr. Kelsey.
Early, as usual.
Oh, excuse me, sir. Have you seen Superintendent Hall anywhere?
Superin -This is Canterbury Cathedral, not the police station.
I'm sorry, sir. I was told he might be here. He wants to see me urgently.
Urgently?
Hmm.
Excuse me, sir. I think you dropped this.
Hmm. Too much urgency.
Do you mind my looking at the organ for a moment, sir?
No, go ahead.
Are you the organist, sir?
Do I look like the charwoman?
This is some organ.
What do you know about it?
- I'm an organist. - Oh?
Or at least I was before the war.
Oh, well, once an organist, always an organist.
Unless, of course, you only play the mouth organ.
- Where did you study? - Royal Academy of Music.
- Under whom? - Perrault. Do you know him, sir?
Oh, we've cut each other for 27 years.
But he's a fine teacher. None better.
Yes, we thought so.
- Are you playing this morning, sir? - Later.
There's a special service for a battalion of soldiers.
It's my battalion.
Are you going too?
Yes, sir.
Where did you play last?
- Are you deaf? - I played in a cinema.
Cinema!
Oh, when I was a young man your age, after I got my degree, I played in a circus.
The harmonium.
Piano wasn't loud enough, especially for the elephants.
How much do they pay you in a cinema?
- Thirty a week. - Mmm.
They only paid me 22.
Ah, but 22 shillings then was more than 30 today.
Perhaps 22 shillings then could buy as much as £30 today.
Oh? Oh, no, no, no, no. I don't think so.
Well, do you want to play it?
I'd like to.
- Not afraid of it? - No, I don't think I'm afraid.
Then have a go.
If you're one of them, it's only right that you should play for them.
Now, show what you can do.
Play something, anything. Only don't swing it.
And my dad's pa built the first Baptist church in Johnson County.
Oregon red cedar.
Cedar shingles.
1887.
Well, that was a good job too.
Excuse me. Would you mind telling me, is this old Canterbury Lane?
No, this is Rose Lane. Canterbury Lane is further up.
I haven't been here since 1940. The Rose Hotel used to be here.
Just where we're standing. This is the parade, and that is St. George's Street.
- Oh, yes, I see. Thank you. - It is an awful mess.
I don't blame you for not knowing where you are.
But you get a very good view of the cathedral now.
Excuse me.
- Is this Rose Lane Garage? - Yeah.
- You don't want to take her out, miss, do you? - No, I -
I just want to look at her.
She's a good friend of mine.
- Caravan? - Yes.
Strewth!
We ain't touched her since the blitz.
What happened to the tires?
Requisitioned. You know the regulations.
Mr. Portal couldn't let you know 'cause he had no address for you. He got the receipt.
He'll be glad you're here. I'll go and tell him.
What a shame.
I knew I should find you here.
I know how you're feeling.
You don't.
Everybody has disappointments in life.
Life is full of disappointments.
The moths are eating everything.
I don't want to hurt your feelings...
but there's something impermanent about a caravan.
Everything on wheels must be on the move sooner or later.
Oh, hello, Mr. Portal. How are you?
How do you do, Miss Alison? How do you do?
- Do you know Mr. Colpeper? - Oh, yes, I know Mr. Colpeper.
I knew his father. How do you do, Mr. Tom?
How are you, Mr. Portal?
Miss Alison, why didn't you leave us your address?
Two weeks ago Mr. Geoffrey's father came here. He came here all the way from Otford.
He didn't want the caravan?
He can't have it! It was Mr. Geoffrey's wish that I should have it!
Well, you were a witness. You were there when he said it!
No, no, no. It's quite all right, Miss Alison. He doesn't want the caravan.
He wants to get in touch with you.
I told him that we'd received a letter from you and that you were coming here.
He's waited for you. He's staying at the Falstaff.
For over two weeks now he's waited for you here in Canterbury.
- Why? - 'Cause he has news, Miss Alison.
Official news about Mr. Geoffrey.
He's in Gibraltar.
Miss Alison!
I must open the windows.
The caravan's full of moths!
They're ruining everything.
I haven't seen so many moths in all my life!
Mr. Colpeper! Oh, where's Mr. Colpeper?
He's gone, Miss Alison.
Hey!
Why, you homesick, sad-sack G. I!
Hey, what in Canterbury have you been doing with your three days' leave?
Learning, Sergeant. Learning.
Since when did you ever learn anything except from the Indians? Hey, can I shoot inside?
- We'll ask the verger. - The what?
The verger. He's the number one man around here.
Oh. Hey, you don't know what you missed in London.
- Nightclubs like New York. - You've never been in New York.
Ah, and girls and telephone numbers. Wait. I've got a million of them.
- Do you know about the old road? - That's a new one on me.
- Where is it? Piccadilly? - "Piccadilly." It's a road, a real one.
Okay, what about it?
It's the Pilgrims' Road.
Gee, even you know about the Canterbury pilgrims.
Yeah, no, I seem to remember flunking them. Where does it go to, this old road?
You're standing on it.
It goes right here, to Canterbury Cathedral.
Come on in. You're a pilgrim yourself, but you don't know it.
- Hey, let's have some tea first, huh? - That stuff?
- Sure, it's a habit, like marijuana. - I'll take marijuana.
You'll drink tea and like it.
I'll drink it, but I won't like it.
There you are, you Canterbury pilgrim. You can sit right there and watch the world go by, like in the movies.
Hey, babe.
- What's cooking? - I beg your pardon?
- What have you got to eat in the kitchen? - Scones and rock buns.
All right, bring us an order of each and some tea.
And when you're spooning out the tea don't forget - one for him, one for me -
- And one for the pot. - One for the pot.
Looks like she made the original pilgrimage.
Now look, let me get this straight. You came here by road, not by train.
I came by train, but the pilgrims used the old road.
Uh-huh. Why?
For blessings, you character. For blessings.
- Okay, where's yours? - Uh-uh.
It don't work nowadays. That was 600 years ago.
You see? It's just like I've been saying. Here you are, 600 years too late.
You passed up 72 sleepless hours in London, and you ain't even got a blessing.
Yes, sir, you're completely and positively-
It don't work nowadays, huh?
Hey, do I look like a heavenly messenger to you?
- You look like Mickey Roczinsky to me. - Oh, yeah?
Well, I, Mickey Roczinsky, have a blessing for you.
- Oh, no. I've been carrying these for two days. - Give me those letters!
The whole lot came in the mail the afternoon you left, from your girl.
- Hey, what stamps are these? - Australian.
- Australian? - Yeah, she certainly gets around.
These were mailed in Sydney, Australia.
She's joined the Wacs.
It's your Superintendent Hall. Want him?
Hymn 293.
293.
"Onward, Christian soldiers...
marching as to war."