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!