Bombsight Stolen (1941) - full transcript

[dramatic music]

[dramatic orchestral music]

It's a parachute.

Aye, he'll be
over this ridge.

He'll be in the loch.

[dramatic music]

I got him, just give us
a hand will you?

[soldier] Get on with it.

[soldier speaking faintly]

-Heave!
-Up.

-He's a wet one.
-Oh, he's a heavy one.



He must have half
the loch inside him.

All righty, mate.
Come on.

He is one of ours.

Aye, come on then.

Oh!

[children laughing]

But Mrs. Barrington
has authorized me

to utilize this cottage
as a military hospital.

Hospital, indeed.

You haven't
a single patient.

-Now, Mrs. Barrington--
-Not now, Kitty.

Now, besides this farm
is filled in by
Mrs. Barrington herself.

Three Manor Cottage,
available for 20 evacuees.

Now come on, children.



One, two, three...

-Oh, Geneva what are you doing?
-Oh, get away, get away.

Come on, Miss, you ducky.

[yawns]

Lousy organization.

Children, children,
get your bundles out.

Ah, there's Mrs. Barrington.
Now we'll see.

-Good morning, Mrs. Barrington.
-Good morning, good morning.

[Mrs. Fernery]
Oh, Mrs. Barrington.

Taking the children
for an outing?
Isn't that nice?

You mean those
20 little evacuees
in the cottage now, didn't you?

-Has anybody--
-But we've got our
military hospital in here.

-Twenty?
-Oh, I must've added
a nought by mistake.

Now isn't that silly of me?

Take Fidget
to the stables, John.

-Yes, Ma'am.
-That's right.

-Come on.
-Off you go, gal.

What shall we do
with the children?

Rub out the nought
and make two.

We'll put one in the boardroom
and the other in the
bathroom, the box room.

-Oh, thank you.
-Yes, in a minute, dear.

Now, which two children would
like to go and stay with
dear kind, Mrs. Barrington?

[horn honking]

Now, I've made up my mind.
Come along you two.

Come out you two lucky ones.

-You mean him, don't you?
-No, I don't.

I mean both of you.

Oh, Evans?
Go into the house
and get me some pillows,

blankets and eiderdowns.
You know, the one
with the hole in it.

-Cigarettes.
-It's my duty to remind you--

One thing at a time,
Doctor, please.

-Now, this is Ronald...
-Mixby.

-Mixby and...
-Tony Andrews.

-Tony Andrews.
-How do you do?

Oh, dear.
[chuckles]

-How do you do?
-How do you do?

But I thought you
said little girls?

No, they've
always been boys.

Have they?
Oh, well it's all
the same thing isn't it?

-Much obliged.
-What for?

For having me.

Oh, it's a pleasure.
[chuckles] I hope.

Miss Fernery,
that reminds me.

I do hope that you'll find
time to be on the committee.

Of course I will,
Mrs. Barrington.

-Which one?
-The spit fun fire, Spitfire
Fun Bazaar of course.

Oh, thank you.

Now, Ronald you must behave
nicely while you're here.

You see, it's very kind of
Mrs. Barrington to have you.

Bring 'em in 10 bob
a week, don't I?

-Oh.
-[Mrs. Barrington laughs]

Our orders say this
is a military hospital.

That's right, of course it is.

-Now have you got a stretcher?
-We have.

Good, well bring 'em in,
bring 'em in here.

Well, there you are.
I've arranged everything.

-Mrs. Barrington?
-It was quite simply.

-It's just the natural...
-Mrs. Barrington,

-it's providence.
-Providence, where?

-I don't see anything.
-We got a patient at last.

A patient?
But we can't take the patient.
We've got two little evacuees.

I... Oh, poor chap.
But look, he's been wounded.

Why didn't you tell me at once?
Take him in of course.

Take him in.
Look at that poor fellow.

Oh, Evans take those away.

-We won't be needing them.
-Is he sick?

And tell Miss Helen
to come here.
She's in the kitchen garden.

We've got a case.

-This the room er here?
-Take it easy, then.

-[Ronald] Who is he?
-He's a Spitfire pilot.

-Hello, sailor.
-[Ronald] Hello.

[children chattering]

Watch it now, now.
This is no place
for little boys to play.

You can go to your room
and stay there.

That's right.
Dear little chap.
[chuckles] So obedient.

-Aye, maybe.
-Yes. Now the patient.

That's right, you know the way.

-You've been here before.
-Yeah.

[children yelling]

Oh. Are you the case?

No. I'm Ronald.

-I'm evacuated.
-Oh, how do you do, Ronald?

Pleased to meet you,
I'm sure.
It's in there.

[Helen] Well thank you,
Ronald. Come on, Betty.

-Morning, Andy.
-[Andy] Good day, Miss Helen.

-Do you want me to report this?
-No, no, leave everything to us.

-We're under
the War Office, you know.
-I see.

Yes, we know all the
regulations don't we, Helen?

-[Helen] Of course, Mother.
-[soldier] Good morning,
Miss Helen.

-[Helen] Good morning.
-Helen, my dear he's
an officer.

He's got the CF,
the D, the thing.

Oh, why didn't you put
your uniform on dear?

-Well, I hadn't time
to change, Mother.
-Oh.

And you might've brought
John's yellow pajamas down.
They do go with the room.

-[Helen] Yes, Mother.
-Yellow.

-Lemons.
-Lemons?

Lemon, that reminds me,
I haven't got a lemon
in the house.

[Helen] Are you ready for me,
Doctor?

Aye, I'm ready.

[cart rattling]

Well, I've set
the shoulder, Helen.

But there's a nasty great cut
here I don't like the look of.

-Would you get me some
hot water please?
-Yes, of course.

Put a double Scotch
in it will you, please?
[chuckles]

That'll come later
in the treatment
and we'll both have some.

[Perry gasping]

Ah, poor laddie.

-You must've struck a log
floatin' on the loch.
-Is that what it was?

-Felt like the Queen Mary.
-Bad luck.

Yes, it was.

[engine rumbling]

-Or was it?
-[car door slams]

-Oh, excuse me, Sir.
-Here's your uniform, Miss.

-Thank you.
-[Evans] Excuse me, Sir.

-Perhaps I can help you.
-Thank you, sir.

[door latches]

[foreboding music]

-[Ronald] Put that down!
-I'm sorry, I'm...

Oh.

What are you doing here?

I'm here for my health
and what's it to you anyway?

What were you doing
with my luggage?

-Your luggage?
-Yes, my luggage.

Tell me sonny, this is
3 Manor Cottage, isn't it?

It is.

Most extraordinary.

-How's that?
-Oh, it's fine,
thank you, Doctor.

-Hm.
-[Mrs. Barrington chuckles]

-Well, how's the patient?
-Oh, grand thanks.

I'm in very good hands.
May I use your telephone?

I'm afraid I've got
to report this.

I'll go and ring up
the aerodrome.

Sorry, it's official.
I better speak myself.

Thank you.

-Oh!
-I wonder if you could--

Yes, yes,
in a minute, in a minute.

[Ronald] Oi!

[luggage thuds]

-Oh.
-Excuse me but--

No, no, I can't bother
with things like that now.

I've got a wounded man
on my hands,
I've got reports to fill in.

-Some other time.
-Yes, please but you
are Mrs. Barrington.

I know you've come
about the ration cards,

-I know I filled
-No.

them in all wrong
but it isn't my fault

and I really cannot discuss
the matter with you now.

Madam, you're mistaken.

-I'm Dimble.
-Oh, are you?

I'm so sorry.
Yes, but I can't do
anything about it now.

But I've come to take
possession of the cottage.

But there is no cottage.

-No cottage?
-No, no cottage.

Please.

Look, it says on that
board cottage to let.

Oh, yes that board.
Well, I meant to take
it down. [chuckles]

You see, things all changed.
Now this is a military hospital.

Madam,
I have rented this cottage

from Messrs McPhail &
McPhail, the estate agents.

Look, here is a correspondence.
I've paid in advance
and my check

was accepted for
the Michelmas quarter.

Michelmas,
when does Michelmas come?
Before or after Christmas?

I never know.
Oh, of course I remember now.
Yes, yes.

But didn't you get my letter
telling you not to come?

No.

Hello, Sir.

Perry speaking.

Yes, I'm afraid so, Sir.

Had to bail out
and landed in the ditch.

No, sir, no.

Loch, Loch Tay.

Yes, Loch Tay,
that's right, sir.

I know what we'll do.

We'll send the boy over to
the house and you
can have his room.

I can see you're
a born organizer.

Well, it does come rather
easily to me. [chuckles]

Little boy, come here.

Look my child,
I'm afraid you're

not going to have
that room after all.

-This is Mister...
-Dimble.

Dimble. [chuckles]

He is going to have it.

Lousy organization.

Now look here, sonny.
You must never use that word.

-Organization?
-No, no...

[Mrs. Barrington chuckles]
The other one.

It's not a word
we use in the country.

No, no, no, now think
of all the lovely things
in the country.

The trees, the birds,
the little animals, the goats.

Get your bundle.

-Oh, Evans?
-Yes, Ma'am?

Oh, Evans take this boy away
and put him in the maid's room.

-Hey!
-It's all right
she isn't there.

Now run along and be happy.
Remember, it's the one thing
I insist upon. [chuckles]

Evans, it might be better
if you gave the boy your room
and you went into the attic.

-Very good, Ma'am.
-All right, sir.

If you put me through to the
IO I'll let him have the dope.

[Perry chuckles]

Right, goodbye, sir.

-Actually, would you mind?
-Not a bit.

Hello?

Flight Lieutenant Perry.

Is that the IO?
Oh, hello, Perry speaking.

Yes.

Spitfire FJ112.

On patrol off Montrose.

Yes, Montrose.

Spotted Dornier
2,000 feet below.

Got in two bursts
but lost him in cloud.

Yeah, that's right.

Lost him in cloud.

His rear gunner hit my engine.

Yeah.

Tried to get the bus back
but she caught on fire.

Yeah [chuckles].

Had to bail out.

Yes, I had to, bail out.

Yes.

Uh-huh.

I'm afraid
she'll be a write off.

Yeah, that's right.

North bank of Loch Tay.

Okay.

Right, cheerio.

[receiver clattering]

[Perry panting]

Yes.

And all your own work?

Yes. The heart of
the highlands, highlands.

[Charles chuckles]

-You really like it?
-[Charles] Oh, yes I do, I do.

Oh, it's charming
of you to say so.

It's my naturalistic
period of course.

Oh, yes of course,
of course.

If I may say so, it fits
the mood of the room.

Do you really think so?

Mind you, it had to go there
because of this hole
in the wall.

You see, this used to be...

Oh.

This used
to be John's workshop.

He blew himself up.

Oh, don't tell me.

You're not a widow?

A widow, me?
Oh, no, no, no.

Oh, John's still there.
[chuckles] Very much so.

What, do you mean
he's a chemist?

No, no, no, just nothing.
He invents things.

But he's not
the John Barrington?

-The Barrington Gunman?
-Well, that was a long time ago.

I had to put a stop to all that.
There'd be no cottage left.

I've put him the greenhouse now.

He works there quite happily,
and of course no gunpowder.
[chuckles]

[Charles laughs]

Well, I'm sure I'll be
very happy here anyway.

Oh, you must.
Happiness is the one
thing I insist on.

So do come and have all your
meals with us won't you?

Why certainly.

Of course you'll have
to find us as you take us.

Oh, you're very gracious.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

[foreboding music]

[Coronel] It's streets ahead of
anything we've had so far.

At 3,000 feet, 25 direct hits
at all angles of approach.

That was the stick from 5,000
straddled center of target.

That's a beauty.

Moving target at 6,000, too.

Uncanny.

Barrington's done it again.

What's this?

Accuracy goes
to pieces above 9,000.

Exactly. The stabilizer
will soon correct that.

Barrington may have
intended to fit one.

You know how he works.

I do.

Never sends us blueprints
and we're not thought readers.

Well, we'll have him
down and talk it over.

-Good.
-As soon as possible, Sir.

[pensive music]

This the best room you've got?

You must have thrown a sparrow
out to make room for me.

[Evans] It's been big enough
for me for the last month.

-Month?
-I'm here for duration.

Where were you before?
You're not Scotch?

London?
I'm from London.

-Really?
-What made you come
to this hole?

-Dodging the blitz?
-[Evans] That's it.

Baloney.

Been a butler ever
since you left the Army?

-[Evans] No.
-Coulda told you that.

-Smart aren't we?
-You can always tell
a real butler.

Butlers' faces are white.

If they pinch
the boss's port they're red.

Yours is brown.

You coulda been
a doorkeeper for instance.

Really?

No, then you'd have
had medals, not ribbons.

-Why didn't you get married?
-Because, how do you know?

Easy. You've had to do
for yourself.

No woman in your life.

You're free.

Did you quit London for this?

Student of human nature
aren't we?

Elevens.

I just deduce things.

Am I allowed to go where I like?

Mrs. Barrington's instructions
are that you are to
consider yourself a guest.

-Paying guest.
-You're therefore free
to go wherever

you wish except the lavatory.

Hey, what do they
expect me to do?

The lavatory's Mr. Barrington's
work room.

Laboratory.

Lab, well anyway
nobody's permitted

to go in except
Mr. Barrington and Mr. Trently,

not even Mrs. Barrington.

You might get hurt if you do.

Huh. I think I'll give
this dump the once over.

[pensive music]

[playful music]

-[wrapping rustling]
-[playful music]

[fumes hissing]

What are you doing here?

Didn't you know that
nobody was allowed in here?

-Sorry, Mister. I live here.
-Oh, since when?

Didn't she tell you either?

Lousy organization.

-Oh, mustn't say that.
-Oh, I don't know, why not?

-I'm inclined to agree with you.
-I like your dump.

Oh. Thank you very much indeed.

I'm glad you improve
of it. [throat clears]

You're not very good
at it are you?

There is somebody
supposed to be looking
after you isn't there?

Mm, that butler of yours.

Yes, would you mind going back
and being looked after again?

Oh, do go away, please.

That's not the way to
lubricate an elastic motor.

Well, it's the way
I lubricate it.

It's a cockeyed way.

Here.

You gotta do like this.

Oh, doesn't it make an
awful mess of your hands?

What's it matter?

Well, I really don't know.

There.
Now it's lubricated.

-Yes, it certainly is.
-You know how to put it in?

Yes, thank you very much.
Thank you for the lubrication.

Now go away.

Oh, do go away, please!
You're making me nervous.

I know, but that ain't
right what you're doing.

Here, you better let me.

You got to be shown if you
don't know haven't you?

-Mm-hm.
-Just watch me, then you will.

These ready made planes you
buy in shops aren't no good.

-Oh, that one is.
-No.

What's your longest
duration of flight?

Oh, she stays up a long time.

-How long?
-Well, I've never actually
timed it but it's...

What, and you're a scientist?

I made one that stayed up
six minutes and 42 seconds.

Tell me, how did you become
such an expert in these things?

Oh, this is just a hobby.

It's not what
I'm really going for.

-Oh, what's that?
-Ever heard of Sherlock Holmes?

Oh, are you a disciple
of Sherlock Holmes?

He was the greatest man
what ever lived.

[Mr. Barrington chuckles]
Yes, he did live didn't he?

221B Baker Street.
I can't find the house now.

-You smoke a lot don't you?
-Yes, I'm afraid I do.

Easy, "Hound
of the Baskervilles,

"Chapter Two, Nicotine Stains."

Ah, yes but these
stains are picric acid.

[door rattling]

All right then.

Why have you got
a copper for a butler?

Got a what?

Didn't you know?
Your butler's a cop.

Whoa!
Oh, nonsense.
I mean he...

-Well how do you know?
-Bet you a tanner he is.

And what's more I'll prove it.

Go on, call him.

Evans?

Where do policeman
keep their watches?

Well, I don't know,
I never thought of it.

I mean, on their wrists?

Just you watch.

-Yes, sir?
-What's the time?

-Half past 11, Sir.
-It's impossible.

It is, sir.

Oh, Evans? Go and get
my secatines, uh, scissors.

Yes, Madam.

-Well--
-Pay up your tanner.

-He's your bodyguard, isn't he?
-Damn it.

Do I look like the sort of
man who needs a bodyguard?

You're a big shot inventor.
Course you do.

I will not have them
putting policeman in my house.

I'll sack him.

You mean to say you
didn't know he was a copper?

-Well, of course I didn't.
-Blimey, there's funny
business around here.

-"The Study in Scarlet,"
you remember?
-Well, of course I do.

-What's that gotta do with--
-It's elementary.

You're working
on a secret invention.

No, I'm not.
I'm working on a cure
for influenza.

Blow, nobody's
interested in that.

Oh, aren't they?

Crooks aren't.
That's what he is,
a copper turned crook.

What could he be after?

What do you keep in the safe?
Where do you keep the diamonds?
The wife's jewels?

He might be in with a gang.
What do you know
about Mr. Trently?

Well, he's my assistant.

I mean, he's been
with me for years.

-Here, wait a minute, I...
-Look here.

Gov, if I'm to take this case
on you're to do as I say.

Okay.

Come on,
we'll try the plane out.

You must have given
her 150 by now.

[Mr. Barrington] Oh, I can
give her far more than that.

-150, no more.
-[Mr. Barrington]
All right, come along.

-Nothing new there.
-Just a minute, Weston.

Look at this petrol tank.

You can see it's three
quarters full and yet...

That one's a cannon shot.

We'd better have
the whole tank out.

[MI5 Agent] But mightn't
they have copied
this bullet proof tank from us?

They did, but how?
Our new Barrington
tanks have only

been in production three
weeks and this identical.

Well, what's
Scotland Yard got to say?

Somebody's been talking.
Possibly selling.

You MI5 fellas probably know
what a crank Barrington is.

Won't work
in government premises,

won't stand
for police supervision.

And has an assistant
who is shall we say
a little doubtful.

Trently? Nothing really
definite against him.

Educated in Germany, been
back there several times,

corresponds
with people in Switzerland.

Correct.
You know as much as we do.

Well, why don't you
do something about it?

But really, sir,
we're not the Gestapo.

Man alive, we're testing
out a new bomb site

at this moment
invented by Barrington.

Do the Germans known about that?

You must have this assistant
fella arrested at once.

I'm afraid
that's impossible, sir.

First of all, we've no
proof that it's Trently.

Secondly,
if it is we want to know

how he gets
his information to the enemy.

Going for a little walk,
Mrs. Trimm?

No, I'm off to Glasgow.

Oh, Glasgow.

Glasgow,
but what about lunch?

There isn't gonna be no lunch.

Oh.
No lunch?

For all I care there isn't
gonna be no dinner neither.

No lunch, no dinner?
But Mrs. Trimm,
you can't do that to us.

Can't I? [laughs]

I've given me notice
to Mr. Evans.

I'm not going to stay
in this mad house

-a moment longer.
-But Mrs. Trimm,

Glasgow, I mean you can't
leave us without anyone?

-[armor clattering]
-Oh!

Now look at
what you've done, poor fellow.

Now, I want you
to enjoy yourself,

do anything you like
but don't touch things.

Do you hear?
[chuckles]

Nevermind, nevermind.

Forget all about what
a nuisance you are.

Evans, what's all this about
Mrs. Trimm and Glasgow?

Now what are you going to do
about lunch?

That's what worries me.

You really must...

[knocking]

-Oh, it's you, Mrs. Trimm.
-[door latches]

Goodbye, Mrs. Trimm,
and thank you so much
for everything you've done.

Oh, I couldn't Mr. Trently,
really I couldn't.

-Thank you very much.
-All right, goodbye.

Don't overwork yourself,
princess.

-What's that?
-The uniform
of the wounded hero.

-And who are you?
-A paying guest.

-What's he talking about?
-There's a patient over
in the hospital,

come down by parachute
and he's got

the tastiest bit of skirt
you ever saw to nurse him.

Miss Helen's
at the cottage, sir.

Mm, what a peacherino.

But we don't stand
an earthly, not with
a Spitfire pilot in the ring.

He's sweet on her, eh?

Such ideas!

And a wee laddie like you.

-Oh, Mrs. Trimm, you're
a cook aren't you?
-That's right.

Would you come
into my office please?

-But Miss Stokes,
-Yes I know,

-I've been waiting--
-I'll see you in a moment.

[woman scoffs]

-I've brought me references.
-Thank you.

Did my brother send me
any message?

No.

You see, he's living
at the cottage.

I didn't know think it
was safe to approach him.

Quite right.

Did you warn him
about the butler?

We did.

Do you think my brother
will find him troublesome?

No, he won't come in contact
with him as much as I did.

Very well.

Well, I think you've
earned a little holiday.

I'll advise you in due course.

Thank you very much, I'm sure.

Helen, would you care to
go for a walk this afternoon?

-A walk?
-Yes, it would do you good.

Well, yes Alan it would
but, well there's my patient.

Oh, yes, there's your patient.

Yes.

-It's all right.
-Goodbye.

Bye.

[Charles] Good morning.

Good morning.

Haven't we met somewhere before?

I don't think so.

I've got a wonderful
memory for faces.

Well, I haven't but I
think I'd remember yours.

-I mean...
-[Charles laughs]

My name's, Trently.

Oh, yes, you're Mr. Barrington's
assistant aren't you?

Yes, I am.

-That his laboratory?
-Yes, it is.

Gosh, it must be
interesting work--

It is, I'm sorry
there's no one allowed in.

Oh, of course not. [chuckles]

[doors rattling]

[door latches]

[door latches]

Hey Evans,
were you in this room?

Certainly not, sir.
The door had been left open.

I closed it.

Well, I never thought
it'd come to this, did you?

Oh, I don't know.
I think you got off
rather lightly.

Ye Gods, Alan, do you realize
a whole college is packed out--

I was referring
to the evacuee kid.

You know, you might've
been landed with a dozen.

Well, I don't mind
Ronald but I'm not

gonna stand for all
these waifs and strays.

Oh, what are you
gonna do about it?

-What am I gonna do?
-Yes.

I'm gonna take a leaf
out of Hitler's book

and build myself an Ari,

10 floors up with
a telescopic ladder

so that I can pull it up
after me.

Has...

Here, why have you been
studying this altitude chart?

Oh, good heavens.
You're not still trying to prove

to me that my bomb site's
all wrong?

As I've explained many times
before, it is only 95% right.

It isn't.
It's absolutely perfect.

Otherwise we'd have heard from
the Air Ministry ages ago.

Of course we wouldn't.
They haven't had time
to test it properly yet.

Oh, rubbish.

[piano keys chiming]

Good afternoon, Miss Stokes.

-Good afternoon.
-I'm glad you came in.

We have the new recording
you ordered.

Oh, I should like to hear it.

[piano keys chiming]

[dramatic orchestral music]

I want you to go down to Freyo.

My brother's there
and he'll need help.

I'll write to him today
to tell him you're coming.

He'll get it tomorrow afternoon.

-Very well.
-[gate latch clanging]

[Charles] Hello there.

Anything for me, Dimble?

Uh-huh.

-Letter and a parcel.
-[Charles chuckles]

-What about the house?
-I'm goin' up there now.

I can save you a journey.

-Uh-huh.
-Thanks.

Now, let me see.
Have I got everything?

My hat, my gas mask,
sandwiches, torch.

My whistle.
Where's, ah, there it is.
[chuckles]

-Yes.
-[whistle shrilling]

-Works.
-Oh, Mrs. Barrington?

-Oh, Mister, hello.
-They told me
you've been suffering

from breakages
so I got ya a wee present.

Oh, how beautiful!

-I'm glad you like it.
-[laughs]

You really are a quick sort
aren't you, jewel?
[laughs]

[Perry groans]

-Well, thanks.
-[Helen chuckles]

-Where have you been?
-Well, we've only bought

the things we needed
haven't we, George?

I've been waiting
for you here for hours.

I'm afraid it's my fault,
Mrs. Barrington.

I was quite fascinated
by the scenery.

It's lovely around here.

Parcels, Ronald.

Okay.

Helen's bought me
a new suit, two dickie dirts
and posh titfer.

Dickie, don't be vulgar child.
Run along.

Helen, bring my boots and
help with the parcels, please.

Now let me see.
Clutch out, break off, engine.

Come over and have
a drink, Trently.

Charming fellow isn't he?

Oh, yes I think he's wonderful.

[car door slams]

Ain't love grand?

Eh?

Knight of the air
marries beautiful nurse.

I can see it in the
"Daily Mirror" already.

Oh, can you?
Well, if you don't shut up I can

see: "Evacuee Boy Found
With His Throat Cut."

Betty, take
these parcels will you?

Yes, Sir.

Is every man madly
in love with you?

I think your ideas of love
and mine are not the same.

You don't know my ideas, yet.

Here's to 'em.

You know, George,
I think you waste

your time with
the wrong sort of women.

I never waste my time
with any women.

I quite believe that.

[Charles laughs]

Go on, drink it up.

It's good for you.
[laughs]

Must I really drink
this muck, nurse?

Every drop.

You may even need another dose.

Oh, you shouldn't have moved.

You know, you two made
a very pretty picture.

Nurse and patient, eh?
[laughs]

I'm a romantic sentimental
sort of fellow you know?

How very uncomfortable for you.

No, on the contrary.

[Charles laughs]

Well, I don't suppose you're in
much of a hurry to go
back to your planes, eh?

Must be a tough job.

I like it.

I take my hat off to
you young fellas.

Gosh, the speed of
these murder machines,

it must be terrific.

Oh, we get used to it, you know?

You fly Tornadoes don't you?

-Yes.
-Uh-huh.

Over 400 miles an hour, eh?
Oh, marvelous.

And land under 70 they tell me.

That's right.
Who told you that?

I dunno.
People gossip you know?

And a lot of talk in
the other direction too.
Defeatists.

I've even heard that these
new type of fighters aren't

a patch on the old
Spitfires and Hurricanes.

I shouldn't repeat that
if I were you.

Well, of course not.

But it's dangerous
talk just the same.

I'm so sorry Mr. Dimble,
it's blackout time.

All right, I'll be going.
[chuckles]

Here, don't mistake
the gin bottle for the medicine
in the dark.

[laughs]

-Goodnight, Mr. Dimble.
-Goodnight.

I don't like that man.
He gives me the creeps.

He is a bit of
a hangover isn't he?

Didn't you tell him
rather a lot?

None of it was right.

Now, what woman
was I wasting time
with just now?

Your supper ought to be ready

if Betty's found a tin opener.

Evans?

Is that the patient's supper?

-Yes, sir.
-Well, you've got a lot to do.

-I'll take it over for you.
-Thank you, Sir.

-Oh, hello.
-Oh, Alan how nice of you.

Well, I was just gonna
take it over.

-I thought--
-Well, hurry along or George
will have his supper all cold.

Oh, Ronald.

I know, a proper twerp.

The good Samaritan, eh?
I was looking for you.

-Oh, why?
-This card just came for ya.

Swish stamp and
a very curious message.

That's pretty cool nerve.

Do you always ready
other people's letters?

Certainly not.

This isn't a letter,
it's a postcard.

And postcards are fair game.

"13 K-R across Q-B."

-Are you sure?
-Yes, see for yourself.

That's torn it.

I'm a little dense.

What does it mean?

If you must know it's a
game of chess we're playing.

I can't see how it can
possibly concern you.

All right.

If that's the way you
feel about it.

[Perry] Hello.

I've brought your supper.

Well, that's very
decent of you.

Well they're shorthanded
and I thought that I--

You'd find Helen here, eh?
Well bad luck, she's gone.

-Oh, don't run away.
-I've got work to do.

-More domestic duties?
-Now look here Perry, I--

[laughs] I know, you'd like
to knock my block off
wouldn't you?

We'll have a drink instead.
The gin's over there.

Go on, fix me one.

Soup not too hot?

Rissoles.

Bet they strained the coupons.

Cherries.

Well, I asked Helen
for cherries.

Hm, bless her little heart.

Thanks.

Cheers.

I say, you must get awfully
bored cooped up in
that lab all day.

I suppose you think that at
my age I ought to be scrapping,
don't you?

Oh, not at all.

I think you chaps are
doing a grand job of work.

Old Barrington's considered
rather brilliant isn't he?

He's always struck me as
being rather childish.

Oh, has he?

Barrington has
the finest scientific brain
in the country.

-Oh, did he do that?
-Yes, he did.

Ever heard
of a cannon gun?
He did that too.

Hm, okay.

Well, thank you very much.
I'm glad you approve.

And now we've invented
a bomb site that will--

[door creaking]

There's someone
at the door, Trently.

It's Dimble going to bed.

Dimble? Hm, he's always
around isn't he?

She loves me,
she loves me not.

She loves me.

You know, I don't think
I wanna hear about
your bomb site, Trently.

No, perhaps not.

Well, I'll be getting along.
Goodnight.

Night, Trently.

Damn it, man!
Can't you make up
your mind?

First of all you want
the thing and now you don't?

I'm all ready to put it
into large scale production,

-only waiting for
the word go.
-But we can't give it.

We still want it.
It's the finest bomb site yet.

But Barrington refuses point
blank to come to London.

Listen, my son, you can't
give John Barrington orders.

I've known John for 20 years
and he's the most...

Well, he's a temperamental cuss.

I wired him to come down here,

and this is what he dishes out.

"Far too busy waste time
coming see you."
Stop.

"Come here if you like."
Stop.

"Beer still good but no cook."
Stop.

"House full of evacuees,
invalids and unmentionables."
Stop.

"Thanks for butler.
"Have given him notice.

"See 'Hound of Baskervilles,
Chapter Two.'"
Stop.

"John."

-Doesn't make sense to me.
-Nor me.

The man's a genius but
a school kid at heart.

I looked it up, Mr. Forest.

Chapter Two is about
a butler who is introduced
into a household

-to look after some documents.
-Looks like your
man's been spotted.

Better come clean, Inspector.

Well, sir, I placed one
of our men there as butler
to keep an eye on things.

Oh you did, did you?

That's just the one thing
John Barrington won't stand for.

Calls it official interference.
So do I.

Matter of Scotland Yard routine,
sir.

Routine butler?

[scoffs] Expect John
to swallow a pill like that?

Might've wrapped it up
a bit better.

It's a question of safety, sir.

Get me Barrington at Freyo.

Safety?

There've been a number
of leakages up there.

He ought to leave Scotland.

He might listen to you, Sir.

So I'm to go and get him?

Is that it?

He's vital to us.

Cancel that call to Freyo.

Oh, thank you, sir.
Oh, by the way we've
got a man at Freyo too,

and we went to a lot of
trouble to wrap up our pill.

[Perry] That's grand.
I say, take it right along.

-[Ronald] Mr. Perry?
-Yes, Ronald?

-Would you
come over here, please?
-Sure.

[hammer tapping]

Is this all right?

Yes, it's going on fine.

-Mr. Perry?
-Hm?

Look, you may think this
a bit daft but well...

Well, come on, cough it up.

Could I have
a photograph of you?

What do you want to do,
swap it for a Clark Gable?

No, I wouldn't swap it for one.

No, just like to have one,
that's all.

[hammer tapping]

Well, I'm very flattered Ronald
but I'm afraid I haven't
got a photograph.

[teeth sucking]
I'm scared stiff of a camera.

[engine rumbling]

[all chattering]

[Mrs. Fernery] I love
a lucky dip, don't you?

-What?
-I said, I love a lucky dip.

Oh, no, thank you, Miss Fernery.
I never touch alcohol.

-Where's the ladder?
-Eh?

I distinctly said bring
the ladder.

Oh, Ernest, my dear.
[chuckles]

I thought you were the
ladder with the man,
the man with the...

[Ernest laughs]

But what are you doing here?
Aren't you the new minister
of something?

-Where's John?
-See press. John?

He's somewhere about.
Excuse me,
there's the ladder man.

-[Ernest chuckles]
-[all chattering]

Phew! Gotta keep
these Philistines
away from my books.

Hello, what the devil
are you doing here?

Happened to be in
the neighborhood.

Ernest, you never happen
to be anywhere in your life.

-You're right...
-Maggie, Maggie?

I did want
a quiet chat with you.

Yes, I know this infernal bazaar
has made this house more
of a lunatic asylum than ever.

Well, there's one place
they daren't invade.

Come along.

[Mrs. Barrington] Betty,
come and give me a hand dear.

That fella looked like Lewis
cartoon of Ernest Forest.

It is Ernest Forest.

Cabinet Minister is the house?
Oh, I wonder why.

And what do you mean by that
ridiculous official telegram?

Urgent, priority, secret,
Ministry of Supply.

What are you doing?
Are you working
there or something?

-Yes.
-What, you who fought
red tape all your life?

I'm still fighting it.
It isn't as bad as I expected.

Well, things have come to
a pretty pass

when you're on the side of
the angels of Whitehall.

Here, put that down.

Don't you know you're
not allowed to touch
anything in here.

Sorry, teacher.

[Ernest chuckles]

Look, John.

Pulling together
is no catch word.

It applies to everyone,
to men of ideas,

just as much as to
fitters and electricians.

If we are going to win this war,

we can't afford to have
leading scientists pottering

about individually just
trying to find out things.

We need new weapons.

We've got to have
an answer ready

for every new trick
of the enemy.

Research must be carried
on night and day.

Yes, but I'm doing
research work all the time.

With one assistant.
We could give you 100.

Every hour's delay makes
all the difference.

And so?

And so I've come to tell you
that that bomb site
of yours doesn't work.

Well, that's impossible.

It's a wizard of
a thing up to a point.

Yes, up to about 10,000
feet you mean?

To be precise, 9,000.

[scoffs]

That infernal argumentative
Trently must have been
right after all.

Well, I know nothing about that.

All I can tell you
is that we're trying

to get hold of
an American bomb site.

Oh, no, that's fantastic.
I mean, give me
a chance to get it right.

My dear fellow, you
won't come to London.

Well, I mean they
can send it here.

No, no. The Air Ministry
won't agree to that.

They say they
won't take the chance

of letting the thing out
of their sight.

What, even with
the butler in the house?

Not even with
a butler in the house.

All right,
you can tell 'em that--

That you won't touch it?

No, I'll show 'em just how
hard an individualist can work.

That's the stuff!

You can come to London
with me tomorrow.

-What, tomorrow?
-Yes.

After all,
I'm doing you a favor.

You'll miss the bazaar.

Yes, I never thought of that.

Well, 9:30 in the morning.
Glasgow Central Station.

-All right, I'll be there.
-Don't you be late.

Oh, no, no.
I'll start at dawn.

I'll do even
that to miss this bazaar.

-[chuckles]
-Goodbye.

Can't you stay
for the show, sir?

No, I'm afraid I can't.
It's really rather important.

The rifle range isn't any use
without the animal pictures.

You promised to get 'em ready.

I always keep my promises.

I'll start working on them now.

Cross me heart.

[hammer tapping]

Slip off and get me a bit
of wire will you, Ronald?

Okay.

You're quite sure you
remember the opening moves?

Yes, I think so.

P-Q-4, P-K-K-2, P-K-3...

Mixby!

[Ronald] Ow!

-I only want a piece of wire.
-You're not allowed in there.

-Who says so?
-I say so, no one's allowed
in there.

In there?
I should think not.

Why, even I'm not allowed
in there.

That's all you know.

What about his friend the cook?
The old trout
that walked out on ya?

The old trout?
Whatever is the child
talking about?

Excuse me, Madam, I think he
was referring to Mrs. Trimm.

Oh, Mrs. Trimm,
our trout, cook.

There, now say I'm a liar.

-Tsch, tsch, sonny--
-Tsch, tsch yourself.

She went in there
the morning I came here.

If cooks are allowed to
go in there why can't I?

[Trently] Mrs. Trimm only
went in there to tidy up.

[Ronald] That's what you say.

Well Betty, are you
the palace pigeon feeder?

Only since
Mrs. Trimm left, sir.

Mrs. Trimm did it, eh?

Oh, yes, Sir.

Mrs. Trimm was very
jealous of her pigeons.

She wouldn't let anyone go
near them except herself.

Well, now that she's gone
do you mind if I feed
them sometimes?

I'm very fond of pigeons.

Why certainly, sir.

You can begin now.

Oh.
[chuckles]

Thanks.

[foreboding music]

Helen?

Helen, you seem too busy even
to speak to me these days.

You're not jealous
are you, Alan?

Jealous, me?

Oh, no, certainly not that.

It's nonsense.

No, I just don't want to see
you making a fool of yourself.

Making a fool of myself?

Well, you're practically
throwing yourself
at this fellow.

I don't mind, I'm just speaking
as your father's colleague
because, well it's awful.

I mean, you chased
the fellow all over

the place and it's
becoming obvious.

Even neglecting your allotment.

But you can't take care
of an allotment

and a patient
at the same time, Alan.

And don't you think the
patient's more important?

Seems dependent
upon the patient.

Alan!

Oh, hello, George.

Hello.

Hello, Trently,
have they let you out?

Well, that's wonderful.

What's wonderful?

-Your hair.
-Oh, do you like it?

I wasn't quite sure about it.

Well, don't you like it?

-No, I don't like it.
-He doesn't like it.

-Oh, I am disappointed.
-Oh, I shouldn't bother
about that.

in that sort of thing
are you, Trently?

What do you mean?

Well, you're not exactly
a ladies man are you?

I'm not a philanderer
if that's what you mean.

Oh, the nasty one.
I say, I got some
good news for you.

-I'm going back tomorrow.
-Yes, that is good news.

[chuckles]

So, a lot of things can
happen before tomorrow.

Yes, Mother's
cooking the dinner.

Season to taste.
Oh, of course.
Of course.

Yes.

Just a pinch of mustard I think.

Now then.

What exactly
are we making, Betty?

-Do you remember?
-I didnae kin, Ma'am.

I told ya I canna cook.

Oh. Well, anyway it looks
very good doesn't it?

Another drop, there.

[whistling]

Just about the right
constituency don't you think?

Now, Ronald.

What?

He's right.

Something definitely
wrong with it.

I know, eggs.

Eggs.
[chuckles]

We've forgotten the eggs.
[chuckles]

[Betty] The eggs
have gone, Ma'am.

[Mrs. Barrington]
Gone? Where?

[Betty] There was six
in the box, Ma'am.

I give you my word.

I put them by special.

[Mrs. Barrington]
Oh, nevermind.
It's war time.

-[bell ringing]
-We'll do without the eggs.

See who it is,
Alan, will you?

[Mrs. Fernery] Good
evening, Mr. Trently.

[Trently] Good evening.

[choking]

Ye Gods.

Heavens.
This is Mother's fault.

-I'm not late am I?
-Not a bit.

What a relief.
Mrs. Barrington invited me
to her party.

Oh, don't tell me it's informal.

Oh it is a party, we were just
too lazy to dress that's all.

Oh.
[chuckles].

Well, well, we're very
elegant this evening aren't we?

Kindly keep your bedside
manner for those who need it.

Mrs. Barrington's compliments.
She would like to see you
in the kitchen.

Oh, delighted. [chuckles]

Miss Fernery.

Oh, good evening,
Mrs. Barrington.

-How sweet of you.
-Mrs. Fernery.

I'm sure you had some
special reason for asking me.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

You see,
it's Mr. Perry's last evening

and we want
an especially good party.

Oh, how are you getting on?

Oh, splendidly really.

There are just one or two
little points that perhaps--

Well, can I help you?

Oh, oh, no.
Oh, you mustn't.

No, no. After all, you are
a guest. Have my pinafore.

You, I mean you...

-[paper crinkling]
-[fire crackling]

Well, that was all very nice.
Congratulations, Margarite.

Much better than the
57 varieties we've been eating
for the last few days, huh?

[all chuckling]

Thank you, John, but I
don't deserve all the credit.

-Oh, Mrs. Fernery.
-That'll be the coffee.

Run and open the door, Ronald.

He appears to be
in difficulties.

I thought we'd have
coffee all together here.

I don't believe
in segregating the sexes.

Do you, Miss Fernery?

Well, I don't believe
in co-education if that's
what you mean.

By the way Mrs. Barrington,
what's happened to
that Mr. Dimble?

-[Evans] Coffee, Madam?
-No, thank you.

He's driven over to see
Lochinvar Castle.

I told him the lucky story
of the ghosts.

He's going to write a
whole chapter about it.

But you've sent him to
the wrong castle, Mother.

The wrong, don't be ridiculous.

Everyone knows that when
the laird of Lochinvar dies
or gets married, I forget which,

-the piper paces
the battlements.
-The piper of Lochraer.

Mother, you've sent him
on a wild ghost chase.

Goose dear, goose.
Nevermind.

Lochinvar will look
lovely in the full moon,
won't it Dr. Truscott?

-Black or white?
-If there was a full moon,
which there isn't.

And if he went the right way,
which he hasn't.

He took the Glasgow Road.

-Did he?
-Who told you?

I have ways
of finding out things.

[foreboding music]

Good evening.

Who are you?
What do you want?

Just to talk with you.
Are you going out?

-That must wait.
-Who are you?

The person you
were going out to meet.

In fact, the meeting was
called by my instructions.

I wasn't going to a meeting.

Where were you going then?

[ceramic shattering]

Haven't you made
enough mistakes?

Or don't you bother to obey
instructions any longer?

I was going to spend
the evening at
the Musical Society.

I know, I know, but
now you're not going.

We have no room
for fools or failures.

Miss Stokes
should have told you that.

Miss Stokes seemed
quite satisfied with me.

Then she's more easily
pleased than I am.

I suppose you know
the exact position I occupy.

-I think I do.
-Good.

Then perhaps you'll tell
me why you left Freyo.

Because of the butler.

I see.

Then you're an even bigger
fool than I thought.

You realize what you've
done by running away?

-No, I don't see--
-It never occurred
to you or Miss Stokes

that you might be followed, hm?

Where have you been since
your return to Glasgow?

Only to agency.

Only to the agency, hm?

That's exactly where they would
have liked you to lead them.

Perhaps this house is being
watched now and I'm here.

Do you realize what my arrest
would mean for you, for
all of us, for the Reich?

[gasps]
What can I do?

Stay here
until instructed by me.

Keep your mouth shut.
Don't answer the telephone.
Don't even move.

You're a menace to us all.

Well, don't move anybody.
I'm afraid I've got
some work to do.

I hope you'll all excuse me.

-Goodnight, Miss Fernery.
-Goodnight.

Goodnight, night.
Oh.

[piano keys chiming]

Say, what the devil's
that row going on?

Oh, that's the piano tuner.

[Helen] But the piano
doesn't need tuning.

Don't be silly, dear.
Pianos always need tuning.

[chuckles]

Oh, by the way, sir, shall
I see you in the morning?

I'm generally up at the crack.

No, I'm afraid I'll be
gone long before that.

So, goodbye and good luck.

-Thank you, sir, goodbye.
-Glad you got that thing fixed.

Yes, yes, it's being let
out tomorrow isn't it nurse?

-[Helen] Yes.
-Bye all.

Goodbye, Sir.

-[piano key chiming]
-[door latches]

[Mr. Barrington] Oh, Evans?

Evans, did you remember
to put in any cigarettes?

-I did, sir.
-Good.

You'd better shove that
in the car now
so I shan't forget it.

No, no, no. I'll be working
in the laboratory.

Get some sleep on the train.

Mind if I ask you something?

Would you give this to my
mom when you go to London?

27 Tollington Way.
Well, of course Ronald.

-I'll post it in town and then--
-No, I mean give it to her.

Well, I don't get to
London 'til late, you know.

Only, it's Mom's birthday
tomorrow

and I got
a little present for her.

All right.
I'll see that she gets
it, that's a promise.

-What is it?
-Oh, tain't nothing much.

Just something I picked up.
It ain't wrapped up yet.

You give it to Evans,
tell him to shove it
in the suitcase.

Goodbye.

-See you soon.
-Goodbye, Sir.

-[Piano Tuner] Goodnight.
-Goodnight, Sir.

-Tired?
-Yeah, I think I'll go to bed.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

[gentle music]

-Come and have one for the road.
-No thanks, I never do.

-You sure?
-Yes, thanks.

Lovely isn't it?

Yes.

You know Helen, I'm
very grateful to you.

Nonsense, it was fun.

And yet, I wonder.

-What?
-About you.

How do you mean?

The way you look sometimes,
as if you were diving onto
an enemy plane.

You'd never let him
get away would you?

Well, I hope not.
[chuckles]

Funny.

Look.
New moon.

Have you wished yet?

No.

Well, go on.
Shut your eyes
and make one.

[gentle music]

Well, that wasn't
what I wished for.

Wasn't it?
You must be mad.

-Let's try again.
-Nonsense.

You're incorrigible
and I'm going.

Oh, no, don't go, Nursey.
Don't leave me, I don't
think I ought to be left.

Why, are you frightened
of the dark?

-Yes, a little.
-[chuckles]

Goodnight.
Sleep well.

Goodnight, Nurse.

[foreboding music]

Helen?

Oh, Alan.
You frightened me.

What's wrong?

You can see
the cottage from here.

Oh, is that all?

Well, you must learn to look
at these things scientifically.

Remember the laws of biology.

Damn science
and blast biology.

Can't you put it
a little more clearly?

Yes, I can.

[romantic orchestral music]

-Helen?
-Yes?

-Helen, I'm sorry I did that.
-Why?

Because I had no right to.

You and Perry have made
that quite clear.

Alan, I didn't kiss George.

He kissed me.

And perhaps I don't want you
to apologize.

Don't you?

No.

Well, well I love you.

I love you, too.

-Say that again.
-I love you.

[romantic orchestral music]

I'll go and ask your father.

-[playful music]
-[Helen laughs]

[film reel ticking]

Could I have a word with you?

Oh, hello.
Yes, certainly
but before you start,

do you know why Ernest
Forest came here today?

No.

He came to tell me that my
bomb site isn't quite right.

Oh, isn't it?

No, it appears
it needs stabilizing.

I [throat clears] I think
you did mention it to me.

Yes, I did.

Yes, well apparently
you were right for once.

Oh, well look
I've got a little

thing over here
I just worked out.

Oh, let's have a look.

A guardoscope.

-When did you make
this Alan?
-I just finished it.

Oh, well this slots
into my bomb site?

Yes, it can be switched
on at top altitudes.

Well, it's exactly what we need.

-I'll get 'em to test it out.
-Oh, thank you.

-Oh, that's all right.
-I mean, you're saving me
a lot of trouble.

If they pass this they'll
call it the Barrington-Trently
bomb site.

Barrington-Trently bomb site?

-Well, that's frightfully
nice of you.
-Oh, no that's all right.

I'm only too delighted.
After all, we must all
work together. [chuckles]

Yes. You will take this with
you tomorrow won't you?

Yes, you bet.

-Goodbye.
-Bye.

I...

Could I tell Helen about this?

Helen, why Helen?

Well, well, well, she...

Oh, I see, yes, yes, yes.

You tell her by
all means and Alan,

it's all right with me
you know?

Oh, fine.

Thank you very much.

-Goodnight, goodnight.
-[equipment clattering]

[film reel ticking]

-It's all right, Evans.
You can lock up now.
-Very good, sir.

All set?

Yes, all set.
He's alone.

[film reel ticking]

-[glass shattering]
-[wind whistling]

Who's there?

-[film reel ticking]
-[wind whistling]

-[glass shattering]
-[Mr. Barrington groaning]

[wind whistling]

[Evans] Mr. Barrington?

[film reel ticking]

Mr. Barrington!

[film reel ticking]

[latches clicking]

[door slams]

[engine rumbling]

[man knocking]

[upbeat piano music]

♪ Yes, let me like a soldier

I'm sorry to be late.
There's a raid on.

-Buses won't budge.
-Were you invited?

Certainly.

As a man with a true love
of beauty, here I am.

Come in.

He's not here yet?

No, I can't understand it.

I thought Berlin was
satisfied but now it seems...

[knocking]

That will be Sarah Trimm.

Good evening,
I see I'm in good time.

I don't seem to know you.

This is the Music Box?

Yes, it is but
the shop's closed

and our society
is here to rehearse.

And I've been sent
to join you.

Tell me, in the musical world,

true love of beauty is
the password isn't it?

-Won't you come in?
-Thanks.

Gentlemen,
allow me to introduce
a distinguished friend.

Is everyone present
as instructed?

-Yes.
-And where is, Sarah Trimm?

Oh, I forgot about her
but she'll be--

Just as you forgot to inform us
of the Stealth B Plane Document

and the sailing
of King George V?

Trimm is not here because
I ordered her not to come.

And it happens
that the butler at Freyo

is Detective Brownrigg
of Scotland Yard.

-But I--
-Such gross carelessness
is inexcusable.

Does the name Von Hellinger
mean anything to you?

-Yes.
-Good.

Then we can get down
to business.

It's an honor to have
you here, Herr Hellinger.

Von Hellinger.

I'm going to investigate
the activities of
the past few months.

After that I shall want to
have a talk with you privately.

I will question each
member separately.

I'll begin with you.

The others wait outside.

[foreboding music]

[Norton] If you promise
not to shout I'll take
this thing off.

[spits]

I wouldn't waste my
breath, what's left of it.

You see, I happen
to know where I am.

[Norton] Oh, you do, eh?

Yes, but not who you are
or why I'm here

or why you're behaving
like this.

[Norton] Oh, you'll know
soon enough.

-Oh, Norton?
-Uh-huh?

-Did you get
rid of his car all right?
-Yes.

-You had any trouble?
-No, nothing at all.

-[Ronald] Psst!
-Ronnie!

They're Dimble's gang.
Small bloke pinched your car.

I hid in the back.
I can get you two out of here.

-I can find the way back.
-I doubt it.

It's rough going and you don't
strike the road 'til you get.

I thought of that.
I got a trail fixed up.

-A what?
-A trail.

I threw out your
suitcase things.

Shirts, pajamas and collars.

Oh, thanks very much.
However, well done.

Look, get a move on.
Strike the trail.

It's the best part
of 30 miles I'm afraid.

-Strewth!
-How many?

-30?
-Yes, that's to Freyo.

But call at the nearest
cottage, ask for help.

-Go on, get going.
-Okay, Gov.

-[foreboding music]
-[engine rumbling]

Gov, I told you it would work.
He's here, you're saved.

[Mr. Barrington]
Don't be a fool, Ronald.
Get back!

[foreboding music]

I thought I told you
not to shout.

[dramatic music]

-[groaning]
-Come on, Mr. Perry!
This way!

[dramatic music]

Good old Spitfire, show
him your eight guns.

It's all up for you
and you know it.

He can take you
gangsters one handed.

Shall I take his gun?
I've got his specs.

What's up?

Well Ronald,
how did you get here?

-I hid in the car.
-Oh, it was clever of you.

Anybody else know
anything about it?

No.

Tie him up.

But you don't understand,
Mr. Perry.

He's a crook.

He's the man who
kidnapped the Gov!

-Please, help me!
-Shut up!

Mr. Perry,
you don't understand,
he kidnapped the Gov.

He's a crook!

Here, stop that,
Perry, or I'll...

Take him away, Hennie.

-Gov!
-Come on!

Or you'll what?

I'm giving the orders here,
Barrington.

God, how you must've
enjoyed this!

Think so?

Would you mind telling
me what all this is about?

Certainly.

-Cigarette?
-Thank you.

-I'm taking to, got it?
-Mm-hm.

-Berlin.
-Berlin?

-Oh, well that's damn funny.
-Hm.

Glad you find it amusing.

Yes, I, thanks, I haven't
read my "Oppenheim" lately

but don't tell me
you're a German spy.

Agent. Spies work
for the other side.

Hm, nice point.
When do we start?

We leave by sea plane from
the loch tomorrow night.

You know, your London trip
hurried things up a bit.

-[Hennie] Now that's fixed him.
-Cheer up, Ronald.

You can go now, Hennie.

There's still 24 hours.
You'll never get away
with it, you know?

What a hope you got,
you dirty hun.

Why not?

You've made everything
almost too easy for me.

Yes, he's perfectly right.
They think I've missed the trai.

I generally do, and gone on to
London with Evans in the car.

Exactly.

You'll enjoy your stay
in Germany.

They're looking forward to
your being most helpful.

[Mr. Barrington] In what way?

Your work.

What, work for
the blasted Nazis?

That's enough, Barrington!

See you tomorrow night,
Barrington.

You won't go away will you?

[latch clicks]

-Hennie, get on to Glasgow.
-Is it the kid?

-No.
-Anything serious?

Might be.
Something my sister ought
to know about anyway. Go on.

[telegraph tapping]

Thirdly, your organization
has been spending too freely.

[Miss Stokes] One can't
bargain for information.

No, but one can question
exorbitant outgoings.

Exorbitant.
I spend no more than I
consider absolutely necessary.

-You surly can't think--
-I'm only telling you
Berlin's opinion.

Fourthly, there's
this Barrington job.

There I've carried out
your plan step by step.

Hennie and Norton have
both gone to Freyo.

Only to find that Barrington
has started for London?

Started perhaps.

By now he should be safely
in our care at the mill.

You see, we are
efficient sometimes.

It merely meant advancing
our plans 24 hours.

On whose authority?

My brother's of course.

Your brother had no right
to interfere with my plan.

What else could he do?
Let Barrington go?

He could've prevented him.

Your brother's a fool.

-I won't have
my brother insulted.
-Is there time to stop him?

No, they'll have got
Barrington by now.

But it's only until tomorrow
evening if all goes well.

Hm.
If all goes well.

You're thinking of the
sea plane on the loch.

Naturally.

Anyway, I don't like it.

There's all tomorrow

-and the whole thing
is very dangerous.
-I don't agree.

The mill is miles
away from anywhere.

There's not even
a road to it now.

Hm.

May I offer you a drink?

I'll have a whisky and soda.

I said we were
not to be disturbed.

How ridiculous,
of course I can't see him.

Will you deal with him yourself?

-Say when.
-[Dimble] Splash.

You know Herr Von Hellinger,

your criticism made me begin
to doubt my organization.

My own abilities in fact.

But I don't doubt them
any longer.

Your whiskey.

I think you're going to need it.

What is all this?
A gathering of the clans?

Excuse me.

[door creaking]

Hm.

Yes.

We're on the fourth floor
you know?

-Are we?
-Mind if I have a look?

-[curtain pole clattering]
-[dramatic music]

-There it is.
-Put out that light!

-[dramatic music]
-[glass shattering]

Shut that door!
Stop him!
Don't let him go!

[dramatic music]

-No good, Gov.
They're too tight.
-Yes.

Ronnie, do you see
that gadget over there?

It's got a knife on it.

No good for me, I'm handcuffed.

But if I gave you
a great shove do you think
you could crawl over to it?

-I'll have a try.
-Go on, have a prod.

[groaning]

[knife scraping]

-That's the stuff.
-[Evans groans]

Oh, hello, Evans.
You all right?
Splendid.

I'm sorry about all this mess.

Do you think you could
answer a few questions?

You were sent down
from Scotland Yard.

What for, to protect me?

You were tracking someone?

-Told you so, Gov.
-You didn't.

Nevermind that.
Let's get on with the grilling.

Who was it you were after?

-Was it Perry?
-Was it Trently?

Phew.
So it was him, eh?

You mean it wasn't Trently?

Well, that only leaves Dimble.

Is he in on this?

Not Dimble either?

I think the rope's giving, Gov.

There's three
of us to two of them.

-We gotta fight.
-No, I'm afraid not.

They're armed
and we are handcuffed.

We have to rely on you.

I wonder what Sherlock Holmes
would've done.

Think, Ronald.
You know his methods.

Well, he might've...

Yes, I think perhaps he would.

You mean the millstone?

Yes, I think he'd find
that millstone interesting.

Very interesting.

Collect Mrs. Trimm at
number six Mulholland Road.

Very good, Sir.

She won't answer the
door so just go right in.

[door latches]

You look worried, Inspector.

-Aye.
-Why did you tell us to let

-the chief of this lot get away?
-I didn't.

But Mr. Dimble,
you distinctly said
that we were not to stop her.

Yes, but it is a him we want.
She's only a subordinate.

We want a head
and she'll lead us to him.

-Oh, Reilly?
-[Reilly] Sir?

Look, I want your help.

I want the name of a loch in
the neighborhood of Freyo.

All I know about it is
that there's an old mill
on it somewhere.

Let me see, it'll be either
Loch Katrin or Loch Foley.

Why of course, it's Loch Katrin.

There's no watermill there.

There's not many of them
left 'round these parts.

-By car?
-Oh, about three hours.

-Terrible road.
-Right.

Now collect your men
and get going,

and you'll need
military assistance.

For besides your
prisoners there will be

an enemy plane
to collect touching down

in the loch tomorrow
night at dark.

-Off you go.
-Leave it to us, sir.

And what do we do?

We follow Miss Stokes.

You know where
she's going, too?

-I think so.
-[phone ringing]

It's all right.
Hello, yes.

She did?

The Freyo Road, isn't it?

All right, thanks.

-Well, it's one of two men.
-But you don't know which.

No, but we soon will.
Come along.

-[bagpipe music]
-[attendees chattering]

[attendees applauding]

Ladies and gentlemen...

[bagpipe music]

Ladies! [throat clears]
Ladies and gentlemen,

I declare this bazaar well
and truly laid.

-Oh, thank you.
-[attendees applauding]

Oh, thank you.

Oh, no, no, no. [chuckles]

Well, enjoy
yourselves everybody.
Spend a lot of pennies.

Thank you very much.
That was very nice.

[attendees chattering]

Are you sure Ronald
went to town with
my father this morning?

Positive.
I saw them leave together.

You must've been up early.

Yes, I was.

Like the vase?

-No, thank you.
-All right.

-Hello, Mother darling.
-Hello, dear.

How do you do?

How do you do, Lady Maclntyre?

Oh, we mustn't miss
the children singing.

Madam.

Sir, I'm engaged.

That makes it all
the more interesting.

I say, you could lay a
table on that couldn't you?

Oh, well let's go
and play some darts.

All right.

[thunder rumbling]

[attendees clamoring]

Oh, Mrs. Barrington,
it's just a disaster.

What's he done?
What's the matter?

-It's the rain.
-It isn't raining.

Why yes it is, it's raining.
Don't go away everybody!

Come inside. Good heaven,
your dress will be ruined.

Here, get them
all settled and then
we'll start the auction.

-[Perry] Right.
-And make them bid up.

[chains clanging]

Here.

-[Ronald] Okay, Gov?
-Okay.

[chain clanging]

It's fixed.

-They're up to
something in there.
-When do we let it go, Gov?

But they'll break the door down.

Yes, I know.
That's the idea fathead.

We've got to get 'em both.

Mind yourself.

[mallet banging]

Now then, get ready.

One,

two,

-three...
-[whistle shrilling]

Stop!

-[mallet thuds]
-[shots firing]

-[glass shattering]
-Get over there!

-[Norton] Right!
-[rain pattering]

-[shots firing]
-[rain pattering]

[Hennie gasps]

Gov, get ready.

Okay.

[shots firing]

-[chain clattering]
-[suspenseful music]

Norton?

-[shots firing]
-[glass shattering]

It's all up with us
but we'll get Barrington.

-Go on.
-[dramatic music]

-[millstone clattering]
-[dramatic music]

Yes, two birds with one stone.

[rain pattering]

[Mrs. Barrington] And in
completion I can do no better

than to quote the words of
our great Prime Minister

to the gallant boys of the RFA.

-"Never has so much
-Excuse me.

-"owed so many so little."
-Let me through, please.

And we are proud to have
as our auctioneer today

a real live spit wire,
fire, pilot, wing
Lieutenant Perry, CFD.

-[attendees applauding]
-[laughs]

Oh, it was nothing. [chuckles]

Now let me see, I think, yes.
Give him that.

-Yeah, that's right.
-[attendees chattering]

-What is it, a bangolely?
-No, a warming pan.

I'll take your word for it.
Now, [gavel banging]
ladies and gentlemen,

what am I offered
for this article?

No home complete without one.

You warm your beds
or fry your sausages.

-Now, who'll start me off?
-[man] 25 shillings.

25 shillings, thank you, sir.
Any advance on 25 shillings?

-[woman] 30 shillings.
-30 shillings.

Thank you, Madam.
It'll come in very
handy on your honeymoon,

especially if your husband's
a commercial traveler.

Any advance on
30 shillings going once, twice.

-[woman] 35 shillings!
-35 shillings.

35 shillings.

35 shillings going, going.

[gavel bangs]

It's in the bid,
the lady over there.

-[woman] Oh, I love that one.
-Thank you.

Now, here's a thing.

A very pretty thing.

-[women laughing]
-Who will start me off?

-[Mrs. Barrington] One pound.
-One pound I'm bid.

Any advance on one pound?

Two, two pounds.

Thank you, Madam.
Two pounds. [chuckles]

Two pounds
I'm bid for this
magnificent objet d'art.

Now any advance on two pounds?

-Five pounds.
-Five pound...

Five pounds.

-Five pounds.
-[attendees chattering]

Mrs. Barrington,

I'm most awfully sorry.

I feel a bit groggy.

I think it's this arm.
Would you mind taking over?

Oh, poor boy.
Finish this lot,
then I'll take over.

-Yeah.
-[attendees chattering]

Five pounds I'm bid.

Any advance on five pounds?

Going, going.

[Charles] Sex pence.

[attendees chattering]

Well, really sir,
you must be joking.

Have you looked carefully
at this beautiful...

-[vase shattering]
-[attendees screaming]

-[inaudible]
-[all yelling]

[man] Stand back.

[man] Gotta be dangerous.

[all screaming]

All right, stand back everybody!

Back!

-[man] Stand back.
-Get back.

-Get back!
-[all clamoring]

[rain pattering]

-[shots firing]
-[rain pattering]

[shots firing]

[glass shattering]

-[rain pattering]
-[engine rumbling]

[cars crashing]

-[rain pattering]
-[shot firing]

Keep everybody in the house.

One at the window
and one at the other.

Let no one pass.
Here, you.

You'd better take
that man inside.

-Alan?
-Get a doctor, someone!

-[Mr. Barrington] You all right?
-Yes, I'm all right, sir.

-All right, give me the gun.
-I'm comin' with ya, Gov.

-Oh, no you're not.
-Evans, take him inside.

-Tell the others.
-Hold on, sir.

-In you go.
-[rain pattering]

You can't get far, sir.
The gates are guarded
and there's half

-a dozen men about the grounds.
-Sir, here hang on.

-[rain pattering]
-[wind whistling]

-[horn honking]
-[rain pattering]

-Any luck?
-No, sir.

-I've searched all the
winds down by the gate.
-Very well, carry on.

-[rain pattering]
-[horn honking]

[Ronnie groans]

One more squeak and
I'll let you have it.

-[rain pattering]
-[Ronnie groaning]

[Mr. Barrington] Ronnie!
Ronnie, is that you?
Where are you?

Ronnie!

Now listen, I'm gonna take
my hand down,
you shout, "Gov, I'm in here."

Understand?
"Gov, I'm in here."

[Mr. Barrington]
Ronnie! Ronnie!

-Go on, shout!
-[Mr. Barrington]
Ronnie, is that you?

Where are you?

-Gov, I'm in here.
-Louder.

Gov, I'm in here!

[rain pattering]

-Where are you, Ronnie?
Ronnie!
-Drop that gun, Barrington.

Better give in, Perry.
It's all up, you know?

Drop that gun
or I'll let him have it.

Yes, I believe you would.

[gun clattering]

Go on, go forward.

Get back.

Now get this, Barrington,
and get it quick.

Go to the gate.
There's a car there, see?

Tell the police the
Superintendent wants it.

Drive it to the back
of the tent here.

Now I'm gonna watch you
all the way, Barrington,

so don't try
any tricks, get me?

All right.
Get going, come back.

[rain pattering]

Get going!

Drop that gun, Perry.

[shot firing]

[rain pattering]

-[shot firing]
-Ah!

-[Perry groaning]
-[rain pattering]

[groans]

-Ah!
-[rain pattering]

It's all over.

[dramatic orchestral music]