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[ People Chattering ]
[ People Gasping ]
[ Excited Chattering ]
[ Laughing ]
Are you all right, sir?
Better ask my nurse.
My English is not good enough for me to know.
That daughter of mine seems to be knocking 'em cold before her time, doesn't she?
"Knocking them cold"? What does it mean?
- It's just an expression. - Lucky if you didn't catch your death of cold.
Hello, Louis. Whoo! Good thing you didn't lose your head.
- Sorry I upset you. - Don't mind. It was a very awk-
awkward moment.
Come along now. We've been here quite long enough.
Well, I think I must go back to the hotel now.
- No more jumping? - No, that was my last chance.
Oh. Your fault, terrible woman!
It wasn't. It was a silly little dog.
I might have been killed, you know.
You realize my last day here might have been my last day on earth?
- Your last day here? - Mm-hmm.
- You're not leaving tonight, are you, Louis? - I'm afraid yes, by the last train.
- Oh, Uncle Louis. - Why do you call me "uncle"?
Well, you're just like an uncle, aren't you?
- How dare you, miss! - We shall miss you, Louis.
Mummy will cry her eyes out.
- Won't she, Daddy? - Yes, dear.
- Do you think so? - Oh, she adores you.
- Doesn't she, Daddy? - Yes, dear.
I'm desolate to go. As it is my last night...
would you and your charming wife accept to have dinner with me tonight?
- She'd love it. Both of us. - Good.
- Uncle Louis? - Hmm?
- I get awfully hungry in the evening. - Yes, you get awfully sleepy too, darling.
Long after your bedtime, my child.
Oh, let me sit up. I'll sleep overtime tomorrow.
- We'll ask your mother. - Oh, yes. Let's.
- Where is Jill? - Mm.
She's working off the finals of the clay-pigeon shooting.
- I see. - I do hope she wins, don't you?
- Who is against her? - That fellow Ramon.
- Aha. - Well, then, she's got to win.
- Don't like him, Trouble? - Do you?
I don't know. He's all right.
He's a bit of a bore, but he means well, doesn't he?
Why don't you like him?
He's got many too many teeth and - and too much brilliantine.
[People Applauding ]
- Sworn enemies, eh? - You English have such a sense of humor.
Well, I can't say that I hope you'll win.
I'm sure that you will.
You're so beautiful. So clever.
Yes, well, let's get on with it, shall we?
Well, are you ready?
- Mummy, may I stay up tonight? - Oh, darling, ask me presently.
Oh, say yes now, just for luck.
You little wretch. Look.
Here's that broach you wanted.
Now will you run away and be quiet?
- Oh! - Shh!
Daddy, don't you like it? Mummy gave it to me.
- Shut up, darling. - Shh! - Sorry.
- [ Whispering ] Hello. - [ Chiming ]
- [ Shot Fires ] - [Man ] Oh, tough luck!
I'm not a baby.
Let that be a lesson to you: Never have any children.
- That was your fault, fathead. - It wasn't!
Betty.
You know your child's going to cost me the match, don't you?
She's your child as well as mine, isn't she?
- If I lose this game, I'll disown her forever. - Shh!
I am sorry that you lost, Madame Lawrence...
but I am delighted that I won, if you understand me.
You're a marvelous shot, and I know what I'm talking about.
- You'll make me blush. - We must have another battle one day. Shall we?
I shall live for that moment.
Well, you would have this child.
Oh, Madame Lawrence, you English are extraordinaire.
Ah! My love!
- Ah, my darling. - My lunch.
- You can keep your brat. - Thank you.
I'm just going off with another man.
[ Mock Sobbing ]
Darling, you go to bed early... with Betty.
Poor Daddy.
Sir, you have beaten my wife, and she has gone off with another man.
- You are a dirty dog. - You are as comical as your charming wife.
[ Laughing ]
??[Foxtrot]
Is that Mummy's knitting?
- Yes. Why? - Donnez-moi.
Bung it over.
- Go on, Louis. Perform. - What do you mean?
Do your stuff.
What do you think of the average Englishman?
Much too cold...
except when he drinks too much, of course.
Is that jumper for him?
Of course it is. Did you think it was for you?
- It's a memento. - To wear over my beating heart.
- Is this thing fireproof? - Daddy, don't!
- [ No Audible Dialogue ] - [ Shot Fires ]
Oh, look.
I'm sorry.
Quick!
Tell Bob...
my room - a brush in my room.
Take it to the British consul...
or to... Gibson.
Louis!
Don't breathe - Don't breathe a word...
to anyone.
Betty, will you be a good girl and run up to bed?
- Go along, darling. Buzz off. It's all right. - All right.
[ People Murmuring ]
- [ Woman ] It's a bullet. - [ Man ]... smashed the window.
- Any letters? - Yes, sir. Two.
- Bob. - What's the matter, love?
- He's dead. It's horrible. - Good God.
- Listen, there's something behind all this. - Pull yourself together.
He said you were to go to straight to his room. Something about a brush.
Here's the key. He gave it to me.
- Bob, what can this all mean? - Well, we'll soon find out.
[ Italian ]
[Men Shouting In Italian, German ]
[ Shouting Continues ]
[ Door Handle Rattling ]
[ Men Talking In Italian, German ]
[ Men Shouting ]
- Good evening. Is anything the matter? - Nothing. Nothing at all.
- If I were you, and I found some- Come on. Hand it over. - [ Door Opens ]
Pardon, sir, but no doubt there is some explanation.
- Of what? - Of why - why you were in that room.
Monsieur Bernard's room. It is irregular.
- [ German ] - [ German ]
Oh, yes, that. That-That's easy to explain.
Anything I can do to help?
Can you get the British consul on the phone, please?
- No doubt, but first - - Yes, first.
I've got something very vital to tell him.
- The British consul? - Yes, please.
Perhaps it will better if you will kindly come to my private room for a moment.
- Of course I will. Certainly. - Thank you very much.
- It is the purest formality. - Yes, of course.
- You will pardon me, but in my position - - Of course. It's quite all right.
This way, sir, please.
You won't forget that I want to speak to the British consul on the phone, will you?
Presently, mein Herr. Certainly. At once.
[ Italian ]
- I must go in and talk to my wife. - I'm very sorry...
but the commissary wishes to see each one separately.
It is formal.
[Man ] But you know him well. He was your friend.
[ Jill] Yes, he was, but we knew very little of him. Hardly anything.
Excuse me. Do you, um -
Can you tell me if the British consul is in town today?
Ich verstehe nicht.
[ Stammering ]
Can you - The British -
[ Broken German ] Der britische Konsul-
You know, the man who copes with parcels - is he here?
- Hier? - Ja, er ist ein Herr.
No, I don't mean is he a Herr, a man. Is he here?
Hier? Nein.
Uh, listen. Is he here in St. Moritz?
[ Exhales Sharply ] Look...
[ Broken German ] der britische Konsul -
Est-ce qu'il est -
Est-il ici aujourd'hui?
Oh, damn.
[ Jill ] I can't remember how far he was standing from the window.
- Everything was so sudden. - [ Man ] Think, madame.
You must let me go in and talk to my wife.
But you cannot, sir. The commissary is giving orders. He is in charge here.
What can I do? Please excuse.
But, uh -
- Sie durfen hiernicht rein. - Now, listen.
- If you don't mind, I must - - Was?
[Man ] Herr Lawrence. Please.
Oh, thanks so much.
It was left at the desk of the hall porter.
It was marked "very urgent."
Thank you. That's fine.
- [ Italian ] - [ German ]
- [Man ]...before he died. Remember that, madame. - [ Jill] Wait a minute.
[ German ]
- He said you have to go. - I'm sorry.
Excuse me. I've got a message for my wife.
The, uh - The Michisons can't come to lunch tomorrow.
Perhaps we'd better put the other people off too.
[ German ]
[Man ] What is that note? Give to me.
- [ Hoofbeats ] - [Bells Jangling ]
I've nothing to add to what I've already said, Inspector. Nothing whatever.
It's no use talking like that, Mr. Lawrence. It just won't do.
Now, uh, on March the 10th...
you and Mrs. Lawrence went to Switzerland.
Thank you. Yes.
To St. Moritz.
Yes.
With your little daughter.
- Yes. Whiskey and soda? - Oh, thank you.
On March the 19th, you returned to London.
- Bup, bup, bup, bup. - Sorry.
- Yes. - Thank you.
You returned to London...
without your little daughter.
- Yes. One for you? - [Man ] Thank you.
Where is she?
- Staying with her aunt. - Oh? What's this aunt's name?
[ Chuckles ] Mary.
And where is she staying with this aunt?
In Paris.
- Street and number? - It's a complicated French name.
Rather difficult for an English person to remember, I'm afraid.
- One for you? - [Man #2 ] Thank you.
By the way...
why were you so upset the night you left Switzerland?
I'm not aware as I was upset.
Was it because your child had been...
kidnapped?
[ Train Stops ]
And another thing. My point is this -
He's not the sort of chap to give things away and lose his head...
and spill the beans, and all that sort of business.
See what I mean?
- When I was in the navy - - Is that train electric?
Yes. Twenty volts.
Best present I ever gave the kid.
- Doesn't play with it much now, does she? - She never did.
You never gave her the chance.
[ Train Stops ]
I say, you mustn't get jumpy.
Really, you mustn't.
What I mean to say is, uh, once you begin that sort of thing -
Lose grip and, uh - and -
I know.
I'm all right.
Oh, Clive...
you've got Pullmans and coal trucks on the same train.
Good Lord, I have!
- So is that your last word, sir? - Absolutely.
I'm sorry to have to say it, sir, but I don't believe you.
[Man ] It's your duty as a citizen, Mr. Lawrence.
- [ Bob ] Thanks for calling. - [ Man #2 ] You may be sorry.
[ Lawrence Chuckles ] Don't drop in again.
[ Door Closes ]
[ Exhales Sharply ]
Hello, are you still here? You lost your whistle or something?
I'm not a policeman. My name's Gibson.
I'm secretary to Sir Norman Wood at the Foreign Office.
Oh, really? Never heard of him.
However, how do you do?
Your friend Louis was one of our people -
Special Service.
- You didn't know that, did you? - I'm afraid not, no.
You didn't happen to find anything in this brush, did you?
Nothing much. I'm terribly busy -
But enough to justify somebody kidnapping your child to keep your mouth shut.
- I never said so. - Nonsense.
When Louis Bernard was killed, there was a paper in this brush.
How terribly thrilling.
Darling, you haven't told them anything, have you?
[ Gibson ] Not yet, Mrs. Lawrence, but I think he's just about to.
Jill, dear, this is Mr. Gibson of the Foreign Office come to see us.
How do you do?
Oh, I - Of course, I quite understand.
But I think if you'll listen to me, you'll appreciate why I have to bother you.
Has either of you heard of a foreign statesman of the name of Ropa?
- I don't think so. Have we, dear? - R-O-P-A.
- No. - If you haven't heard of him...
I suppose it doesn't worry you much if he's likely to be assassinated.
- What's that got to do with us? - A little patience, Mrs. Lawrence, and I think you'll see.
Louis Bernard was killed...
because he knew of a plot to assassinate Ropa.
A few hours later, your child was kidnapped. Why?
Because by that time you were in possession of that vital information.
It was written on the piece of paper you found in Bernard's shaving brush.
Mr. Lawrence, Ropa is in London, and an attempt may be made on his life.
My department must protect him. Now, will you tell me what was on that paper?
I'm sorry. I'm afraid I can't.
But I can tell you what was written on another piece of paper -
that our child had been kidnapped...
and if we spoke, we'd never see her again.
It's her life against this fellow Ropa's.
Why should we care if some foreign statesman...
we'd never even heard of were assassinated?
Tell me: In June 1914...
had you ever heard of a place called Sarajevo?
Of course you hadn't. I doubt if you'd even heard of the Archduke Ferdinand.
But in a month's time, because a man you'd never heard of...
killed another man you'd never heard of...
in a place you'd never heard of, this country was at war.
- But - - Don't tell him, Bob.
I'm sorry, Mr. Gibson, but we're not interested.
What you've told us may be true, but our child's in danger.
That comes first. It must come first. You see that, don't you?
Mrs. Lawrence, do you realize the type of men we're dealing with?
Do you think they draw the line at murder?
Besides, how do you know the child's alive? How do you know they -
- [ Phone Ringing ] - [Man ]All right. Hold on a minute.
Someone on the phone in the hall. It's about - about Betty.
- Switch it through here. - All right. I will.
Hold on a minute.
- Hello? - [ Woman ] Good afternoon, Mr. Lawrence.
Please listen very carefully.
We don't want to interrupt your chat...
with the gentleman from the Foreign Office...
but we think we ought to remind you that if you tell him anything...
you will never see your child again.
Just a final warning.
- Yes, but I I want- - Bob, what is it?
Somebody playing the fool or something. Hello?
If you think somebody's fooling you...
perhaps you'd like to speak to the child yourself.
[ Betty ] Hello, Daddy.
Betty!
Hello, my darling.
Hello, Mother. Is that you?
Are you all right?
- Yes, Mummy. - Plenty to eat?
[ Bob Whispering ] Ask her where she is.
Yes, Mummy.
- Are you getting on without me, Mummy? - I'm missing you terribly, darling.
Uncle Clive and I have been - been playing with your trains.
Ask her where she is.
Mummy, I want to come home! Oh, I do want to come home!
So you shall, darling. Very soon.
- Ask her where she is. - I'll come and fetch you.
Darling...
where are you?
Mummy, they don't let me -
Darling?
Betty!
- [ Sobs ] - Steady, old girl, steady.
Did either of you recognize the first voice that spoke?
Oh, for God's sake! I'm sorry, but can't you leave us alone?
- Wouldn't it be possible to trace that call? - No, the telephone people would never tell.
Hello? Give me Special, please, quickly.
Hello? This is G speaking.
Were you listening? Where did the last call to this number come from?
Wapping? A public call box.
Notify Scotland Yard to have a plainclothesman posted...
on every corner of the district.
Well, get them from other districts!
Wapping - does that convey anything to you?
Nothing whatever.
Well, if there is any trouble, I hope you'll remember you're to blame.
Not a very nice thing to have on your conscience.
It's all right, Bob. I'll see him out.
[ Gibson ]Ask Lawrence to talk it over again when I'm gone.
- You know where to ring me if you want me. - Yes, thanks.
- Good-bye. - [ Door Closes ]
- Clive, here a minute. - Yes?
- Are you coming? - Where to?
- Wapping. - Of course.
- I'll get our hats and coats and things. - Why?
You know those plainclothesmen that Gibson ordered?
If these blokes who've got Betty see them, they'll think we've given them away.
- Our only chance is to act ourselves, double quick. - I'm coming too.
No, darling. You stay here. Keep on the end of that telephone.
If there's any news, we'll get through to you.
Oh, darling, I can't risk losing both - both of you.
Come on. Blow your nose. You won't lose either of us.
- What about your food? - Leave me a bowl on the mat.
Here, do you want this?
??[ Lively Piano ]
There can't be many George Barbors in Wapping.
I couldn't drink another one in that pub anyway. Come on.
- Look. - What? Are they plainclothesmen over there?
All right. Come along.
- In we go. - No, just a minute.
What?
- Think these things are all right? - No, you look terrible.
I say, Clive, any questions asked, we're just off a boat.
Good idea. When I was in the navy -
- How are your teeth? - Hmm?
It seems a pity. Come on.
- Let's make a dash for it. - Right-o.
- A bit grim, isn't it? - Yes.
Good evening.
My pal here's got a rather bad toothache.
Ah. I'll look at it.
All right. Come along.
Here.
[ Ship's Horn Sounds ]
[ Clive Screaming ]
- Oh! - Oh, poor old boy.
- Five shillings. - Five shillings.
Give him five shillings for me, will you, please?
- Just a minute. - Better have a look at mine while we're about it.
- What's wrong? - I've had terrible toothache today.
- Have a look at them, will you? - Yes.
You stay outside and keep your mouth shut.
Please.
[ Watch Chiming ]
Has he arrived?
Not yet.
- Just off the ship? - Yes.
- Which one? - Saxon.
Mm.
She's not due until tomorrow.
Oh, no, I -
I got off at, um - I got off at Tilbury.
Came on by train.
Tough skipper, old Turner.
Not half.
Left her last voyage.
Yes, of course, that's right. I -
- What I meant was - - I was wrong.
The voyage before last.
Yes, of course. Slipped my memory.
Nothing much wrong with your teeth.
I think you're right.
It's not hurting as much as it was. I'll be off.
Wait.
- Why? What's the trouble? - There's one there better come out.
- I think I'll chance it. - Sit down.
[ Gas Hissing ]
Doesn't a doctor have to do that?
[ Gas Hissing ]
[ Choking ]
[ Gas Shuts Off]
[ Door Closes ]
Has he come?
Oh, there you are. Had a good crossing?
No. Sick all the way.
It is the last time I let myself be smuggled into this country...
for you or anybody else.
You will be smuggled, my friend, when, how, and where...
I'm pleased for you to be smuggled.
Yes?
It's your fault for having such a wonderful aim with your gun.
You must pay the price for your genius.
Everything ready for tonight?
I have arranged a box for you...
most conveniently placed.
Any trouble with the charming Miss Lawrence?
[ Instrument Clatters ]
As quiet as a little mouse.
And where is the little mouse now?
Oh, in a little - a little hole in the ground somewhere.
You shall see.
- Your last job tonight? - No, first.
[ Door Closes ]
[ Gas Hissing ]
Clive, which way did they go?
- Where's Betty? Found out anything? - Yes.
- Shall I give Jill a ring? - No, no. Come along. Hurry.
- You sure they went in there? - Must have. Almost certain.
[ Whistles ] I say, Clive. Look.
??[ Choir Singing ]??
- What are they, Bob? - Sun worshippers.
- Probably they've got nothing on. - [ Chuckles ]
Come on. Let's go.
??[ Choir Continues ]??
??Praised be the source of light ??
??The sun whose bonny ray ??
?? Sends forth all power and might ??
?? And life doth call away ??
?? [ Continues ] ??
?? Clive, Clive, Clive ??
?? [ Vocalizing ] ??
?? That woman at the end ??
??Half left to you and me ??
??What is the row, old man ??
??I don't see ??
?? What you mean ??
[ Bob ] ?? La, la, la, la ??
??Stand by ??
??There's trouble ??
?? Coming soon ??
Perhaps those who may be among us tonight for the first time...
and who have not yet become initiated into the mysteries...
of the First Circle of the Seventh Old Ray...
may be wondering what is going to happen now.
I will tell them.
Before proceeding to the mysteries, which are only for the initiate...
it is of course necessary for the minds and souls of us all...
to become purged and to be made clean.
I'm therefore going to ask anyone here who is not in tune with us...
to submit to a very simple process of control.
Merely place him- or herself under the guidance of the Fourth Circle.
Is there anyone here tonight who would care -
Perhaps you.
- ?? [ Organ ] ?? - Relax.
Keep your eyes fixed on this light.
Keep them fixed.
Before receiving the First Degree...
of the Seventh Old Ray...
your mind must be white and blank.
You are already feeling sleepy.
- Do you hear me? - Yes.
Your mind is becoming quite blank.
You feel that, don't you?
Quite, quite blank.
Yes.
Quite...
blank.
??[ Organ Stops ]??
I think that will do for the moment.
Will all those who are not of the Fourth Circle...
please leave as quietly as possible?
You're not going to leave your friend, sir...
are you?
[ Lock Clicks ]
[ Watch Chiming ]
Hello.
Good evening.
I hope you weren't very rough with him.
You see, he's subject to apoplexy.
- Who? - "Who"?
Poor old George Arbor down at Wapping.
Is it all right in here?
Thank you.
I ought to have mentioned it to you, perhaps.
You should learn to control your fatherly feelings...
and not drop things on the floor, please.
Mm.
Collected our brother's little offering yet, have you?
Oh, sir, I forgot.
Pardon me.
Dangerous.
Perhaps you would care to join our little circle now, Mr. Lawrence.
- Yes? - Thank you very much.
Excuse me.
Why, if it isn't our friend the sharpshooter.
Nice to see you again, Mr. Lawrence.
Thank you. Nice to see you.
- Is my young daughter ready to go home yet? - Oh, no, sir. She's asleep -
No shooting!
You don't want the police here, do you?
Start playing that organ, or they'll hear this noise outside.
??[ Organ ] ??
Clive!
Through the window! Phone Jill! Tell her to go to the Albert Hall!
Call the police!
Sorry.
Please forgive me.
Get on to Mrs. Lawrence.
Tell her if she goes to the Albert Hall tonight, her child is -
Come on.
- Let me get - - Ho!
Mr. Lawrence, please.
- [ Indistinct ] - Who?
[ Ringing ]
- Hello? - Hello.
- Clive! - L-Listen, Jill.
You know that chap we were looking for?
Yes. "A. Hall."
It isn't a chap at all. No, it's the real hall. Albert Hall.
- The Albert Hall! - Betty - we're on to her all right.
Bob says you're to go to the Albert Hall.
- Now? - Yes, now.
You're to do what you can. That's where it's happening. You're to stop it.
- But - but when - - No, no, no. No time now.
Must get off for the police.
[ Ringing ]
Hello. Is that Mrs. Lawrence?
Mrs. Lawrence? I'm afraid she's just this minute gone out.
Will that be all for tonight, sir?
No.
I shall want you to stay, yes?
I'd rather go now, sir. My husband wants his supper.
Besides, I don't want to be mixed up in any nasty business.
- Rawlings. - Hello.
See that Mrs. Sprocket stays, huh? See to it.
Are these poisoned?
- Have a drink? - Thanks very much. I'll have a gin and French.
Is this where you write your sermons?
Sometimes.
[Laughing ]
Come, come. Don't blush, please.
Have you never been to the seaside?
- You caught her? - No. She'd gone.
Well, I've no doubt we can arrange...
- to deal with it in some other way. - [ Door Buzzer Sounds ]
It's my pal with the cops.
If he worries you, gentlemen, shoot and give him a bad leg.
No one will hear. So long.
Ah, here he is again.
Officer, this gentleman has been a great trouble tonight.
Nothing of the kind, Officer. My pal has a little girl.
That's the whole point - He came down here to look for her.
And these chaps - I mean, this fellow here - they're crooks, Officer.
He's a little intoxicated, Officer.
His friend was bad enough, but he's worse, isn't he, Sister?
He's constantly creating scenes in this church.
Look here, the pair of you -
Disorderly behavior in a sacred edifice.
- Is that you want to charge him with? - [ Sputtering ]
Alas, yes.
We don't wish to press it, Officer, but we've been very patient.
- Haven't we, Sister? - Oh, but, damn it, I -
- What have you got to say for yourself? - Look here.
Tonight, my friend and I -
[ Whistle Blows ]
- Where are they? - Who?
Well, the whistle. The whistle that was blowing just now.
Oh, yes. The arm of the English law...
needed help in taking our friend to the station.
Very, very reluctantly I have given him in charge.
For disorderly behavior in a sacred edifice.
[Men Chuckling ]
[ Sneezes ] Let me go!
Mm. I forgot.
- The little one - shall she join us? - Do you mean Betty?
One of the sweetest children I ever met. Bring her, please.
You know, to a man with a heart as soft as mine...
there's nothing sweeter than a touching scene.
Such as?
Such as a father saying good-bye to his child.
Yeah, good-bye for the last time.
What could be more touching than that?
I'm afraid if you expect a scene from me, you're going to be disappointed.
We shall see. Why do you look at me like that?
[ Bob ] Betty!
Daddy!
- Daddy! - Oh!
[ Sobbing ]
- You all right, darling? - [ Sobbing Continues ]
There, there.
I say, darling...
awfully smart dressing gown.
Where did you get it? Hmm?
Betty -
Betty, I want to tell you something. Here. Oi. [ Whistles ]
Listen, your school report's come.
Awfully good. Really.
Let's go.
Where's Mummy?
[Man ] Come on, tell her.
At the Albert Hall, my dear.
Oh, that reminds me.
Your scene was so charming, I was almost forgetting.
What is it?
A record of the delightful piece...
which they are playing at the Albert Hall tonight.
- Charming, yes? - What of it?
Oh, yes. I forgot.
Music is less in your line than marksmanship.
If you listen, my dear Ramon...
I'll show you the exact moment at which you can shoot.
Now, listen carefully.
?? [ Choir ] ??
?? [ Crescendos ] ?? ??[ Cymbals Crash ] ?? - There.
- You see, at such a moment, your shot will not be heard. ??[ Stops ] ??
I think the composer would have appreciated that.
No one will know.
Except for one.
Yeah, if you are clever, my friend.
Come. You must start soon. It's impolite to be late for a concert.
And tell Mrs. Lawrence...
her little Betty and her husband are very well.
- Anything else? - Tell her they may soon be leaving us.
Leaving us for a long, long journey.
How is it that Shakespeare says?
"From which no traveler returns."
A great poet.
Daddy! Daddy! Let me go! Daddy!
Daddy! Let me go! Daddy!
- [ Horn Sounds ] - [ People Chattering ]
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
??[ Tuning Up ] ??
[ Soprano ] ??There came a whispered terror ??
?? On the breeze ??
?? And the dark forest ??
?? Shook ??
[ Choir ] ?? And on the trembling trees ??
?? Came nameless fear ??
?? And panic overtook ??
?? Each flying creature of the wild ??
??And when they all had fled ?
??God save the child ??
??Around whose head screaming ??
?? The night birds wheel and shoot ??
?? A way??
?? God save the child ??
??[ Continues ]??
?? [ Continues ] ??
??God save the child ??
?? [ Continues ] ??
- ?? [ Timpani Roll ] ?? - Was that it?
?? [ Orchestra ] ??
?? [ Intensifies ] ??
?? [ Choir ]??
?? [ Intensifies ]??
?? [ Continues ]??
[ Screams ]
?? [ Crescendos ] ?? ??[ Cymbals Crash ] ?? - [ Shot Fires ]
Sounds as if it went off all right.
I hope so, for all our sakes.
[ Excited Chattering ]
Quick! There he goes!
Follow that car. You come with me.
[ Clattering ]
- [ Man ] Well? - [ Ramon ] It's all right.
What was that scream?
[ Man On Radio ] We have to apologize to listeners...
for the delay which has occurred in the broadcast...
of the concert from the Albert Hall.
An attempt has been made to assassinate the distinguished European diplomat...
Monsieur Ropa, who is attending the concert.
"Attempt"?
We are happy to say, however, that the shot fired...
merely caused a slight flesh wound in Monsieur Ropa's shoulder...
and he has been able to return home.
We are now taking listeners back to the Albert Hall...
for the rest of the concert, which has already started.
It must have been that damned woman screaming.
?? [ Orchestra On Radio ]
Were you followed here?
No one saw me leave the building. I couldn't have been followed.
I hope you are right, for your own sake...
and for dear little Betty's.
Call the others.
Abbott wants you. Come on.
??[ Stops ]
Take a look.
[ People Chattering ]
- Gangway, please. - Gangway, please.
Looks like an all-night job to me.
[Man ] Baker?
Listen, Baker, I want you to go across to their front door and knock.
Once that door's open, see that it stays open till we get across.
- Do you understand? - Yes, sir.
[ Shot Fires ]
Quick! Come on, boys!
[ Shots Firing ]
[ People Screaming ]
[ Gunfire Continues ]
Do you know anything about that house?
What about the child? Any idea if she's inside?
I know no more than you do. God, I hope not.
All I know is they went to Wapping -
- [ Shot Fires ] - [ Glass Shatters ]
[ Chattering Continues ]
- What's up? - We've got orders to clear these streets.
I've got orders to clear my box.
[ Gunfire Continues ]
- Anything further, Binstead? - No, sir.
We, uh -
We can't do anything against them with revolvers. I've sent to try and raise some rifles.
- Where from? - There's a gunsmith's a few streets away. I've sent the lorry.
[ Chattering Continues ]
[ Gunfire Continues ]
- It's the rifles, sir. - Good.
Put the men in the house opposite at the same level.
- Get in by the back doors. - Very good, sir.
You take charge of the firing party. I'll send the men in to you.
And clear the people out of the houses you occupy.
Very good, sir. Where's your backyard?
Through the kitchen. This way.
[ Gunshot]
Sergeant, leave a couple of men next door on the ground floor.
I'll take the rest in here. Come on. Whose rifle's this?
[Man ] It's mine.
- What-What's the trouble? - You'll have to shift your family out of here.
- I ain't married. - All the better for you.
You wait out here. It'll be safer. We've got business inside.
Much better if you waited outside, you know.
I only come in to see if everything was all right.
- ??[Piano Notes ] - Stop that.
This is a scrap, not a smoking concert.
That piano will make a nice rest. Let's move it over.
[ Woman ] Good God! Come away from that window! You'll get killed!
- Oh - - You've got to get out of this room. The police want to come in.
Take your tunics off.
Don't touch that blind till you're in position.
- When you hear my whistle, open fire. - Yes, sir.
Better take that mattress across. Give you a bit of cover.
I've come straight off point duty. I could do with a bit of sleep on that myself.
- Still warm too. - [ Mutters ] Sure. I'll tell your missus about ya.
- Are you ready? - Wait a minute.
[ Whistle Blows ]
[ Gunfire Continues ]
Come on, boys.
There must be some way through to the house.
- Try all these doors. - Come on, boys. Try those doors.
- They're locked, sir. - Smash them in.
Go on. Break 'em right down. Go on.
They're in. They're all in.
[ Shots Firing ]
It'd be safer if you were farther up the street, madam.
[ Shouting ]
By God, that's done us.
[ Gunfire Continues ]
- More ammunition wanted. - All right. Get it.
[ Gunfire Continues ]
No, I finish. I don't go on.
You took this on for our cause, and you've got to go through with it.
[ Gunfire Continues ]
We ought to have taken a chance. We ought to have shot our way out.
I never ordered the first policeman to be shot.
Now we'll have to try and use...
the child.
Go and fetch her.
[Pistol Clatters ]
Go and fetch her, yes?
I'll keep her close.
Then if they get me, they get her too.
[ People Chattering ]
- They're scarcely replying to our fire at all now, sir. - My God, look at that!
It's Betty!
[ Gunfire Continues ]
- Stop them firing. - [ Whistle Blows ]
Quick, get that man.
I daren't, sir. I might hit the kiddy.
[ Shot Fires ]
[ All Clamoring ]
Two men on the roof after the girl.
Sergeant, look after him.
The rest of you, come with me.
[ Watch Chiming ]
[ Shot Fires ]
Hello, darling.
Come on. You're all right.
[ Sobbing ]
Here's Mummy. Look. It's all right.