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!