[1st man] [Unknown language, vaguely Germanic]
[2nd man] [Unknown language, vaguely Slavic]
[1st man] Nein nein
[Both men go on arguing]
[Men arguing +trumpet]
[Men arguing +trumpet + Concierge] Allo?
[Concierge] Prrusto ... Prrusto (check)
[Concierge] Signorine e signori, ne sono molto mortificato.
Il treno bianco de mele (check), per piacere
come delle registrazioni e del maruma
Mesdames et Messieurs, je regrette infiniment.
Le train va arriver seulement demain matin
-What's all this fuss about, Charters?
-Damned if l know.
[Concierge] Meine Damen und Herren, bitte schön, registraren [not understood] bitte.
Danke schön, danke schön.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm very sorry, the train is a little bit uphold;
and if you wish to stay in my hotel...
you have to register immediately.
Why the deuce didn't he say so in the first place?
Oh, how do you do Miss Peterson, how do you do, ladies.
It's a great honour to have you with us again.
It's nice to see you, Boris.
You haven't changed a bit since last Friday.
-l see you haven't shaved either.
-ls everything ready?
-Everything is ready. l didn't change anything.
-Not even the sheets, we know.
Lead on, Boris!
You see, I didn't expect you to come so quickly.
Well, our legs gave out on us.
- That's odd - We had to do the last lap in a farm cart.
- Oh! - I see we've got company.
Don't tell me Cook's are running cheap tours here.
-What is it, Boris?
-It's the havelunch!
-Have a lunch?
-Avalanche, Boris, avalanche.
- You see, in the Spring, we've got many avalanches.
You know, the snow goes like that: bloop!
And everything disappears,
even trains disappear
under the avalanche.
- But I'm going home tomorrow.
How long before they dig it out?
- By morning. It's lucky for you
you can leave by this train instead of your own.
How do you say? It's a bad wind
that blow nowhere no good.
- Well, talking of wind:
we haven't eaten since dawn.
Serve us some supper, Boris,
in our rooms.
-l could eat a horse.
-Don't put ideas into his head.
Some chicken, Boris. - Yes.
- And a magnum of champagne. - Absolutely.
And make it snappy. Absolutely.
Bandrika may have a dictator
but tonight we're painting it red.
- Meanwhile we have to stand here
cooling our heels, I suppose
Confounded impudence!
-3rd rate country. What do you expect?
- l wonder who those women were.
- Probably Americans, I should think.
You know, almighty dollar, old man.
I suppose we'll have to wait here.
If only we hadn't missed that train at Budapest.
- Well Carl I don't want to rub it in,
If you hadn't insisted on standing up
until they'd finished their National Anthem...
- You must show respect, Caldicott
If l'd known it was going to last 20 minutes...
- It's always been my contention
that the Hungarian Rhapsody
is not their National Anthem.
In any case, we were the only two standing.
-That's true.
- Well, l suppose we shall be in time after all.
- I doubt it. That last report was pretty ghastly.
Do you remember? "England on the brink."
- Yes, but that's newspaper sensationalism.
The old country's been in some tight corners before.
- It looks pretty black, I mean,
even if we get away first thing tomorrow morning...
there's still a connection at Basle.
We'll probably be hours.
-That's true.
- Well, somebody surely can help us. ////
Sir! Do you happen to know what time
the train leaves Basle for England?
Nicht spreche English.
Really! Fellow doesn't speak English.
(People attempting to get a hotel reservation all at the same time)
(concierge on phone ordering champagne and food for Ms. Anderson)
Here's one leaves Basle,
2I :20.
I regret sir there is only left two single rooms in
front, or a little double room at the back.
-We'll take the two singles.
-Very well, sir. -At least you might have asked me which I preferred.
-My dear, a small double room at the back in a place like this...
You weren't so particular
in Paris last Autumn.
That was quite different then.
The Exhibition was at its height.
l realise that now.
There's no need to rub it in. -We want a private suite with a bath,
-Facing the mountains,
-With a shower,
-Hot and cold.
-And a private thingummy if you've got one.
-Well, I'm sorry gentlemen the only thing I've got is the maid's room!
-The what! What's this?
-Well I'm sorry.
-The whole hotel is packed jammed to the sky.
-That's impossible. We haven't fixed up yet.
You can't expect to put the two
of us up in the maid's room.
Don't get excited.
I'll move the maid out.
l should think so. What?
What are you taking about?
I'll think I'd soon as sleep on the train. Wouldn't you?
-There is no eating in the train.
-No eating on the train?
Yes I mean haa heating. Brrrr...
Oh, heating. No heating. That's awkward.
All right we'll take it.
Just a minute. There's one condition. You have to
have the maid come to your room...
to remove her wardrobe.
Anna!
She's a good girl,
and l don't want to lose her.(Concierge explains the situation to maid)
We'd better go and dress.
-Rather primitive humour, l thought.
-Grown up children.
That was an awkward
situation, over that girl.
Pity he couldn't have given us
one each. l mean a room apiece.
l, Iris Matilda Henderson,
a spinster of no particular parish...
do hereby solemnly renounce my maidenly past
and declare that on Thursday next, the 26th
being in my right mind, I shall take the veil and the orange blossom
and change my name to
Lady Charles Fotheringail.
-Can't you get him to change his name instead?
-The only thing I like about him is his mustache.
You're a couple of cynics.
I'm very fond of him.
I'm fond of rabbits but they
have to be kept down.
Rudolph, give me a hand.
-Have you ever read about that little thing called love?
-It used to be very popular.
Child, the carpet is already laid at
St. Georges, Hanover Square...
and Father is simply aching to have
a coat of arms on the jam label.
To lris, and the happy days
she's leaving behind.
And the blue blooded cheque chaser
she's dashing to London to marry.
The blue blooded
cheque chaser.
I've no regrets. I've been everywhere
and done everything.
I've eaten caviar at Cannes,
sausage rolls at the dogs.
I've played baccarat at Biarritz
and darts with the rural dean.
What is there left
for me but marriage?
(maid explains arrangements to man.)
-This hanging about isn't good for me. If only we knew what was happening in England.
Mustn't lose grip,
Charters.
Come in.
-Did you follow that?
-I did. Tell her this has gone far enough.
No...no.
Change... here. Outside.
-She doesn't understand.
-No, come on.
-Nothing newer than last month.
-And I don't suppose there is such a thing as a wireless set here.
Awful being in the dark like this.
Our communications cut off in a time of crisis.
Hello, hello,
London.
You want Mr Seltzer? Yes hold on.
I'm going right to find where he is.
London!
Go on, risk it.
Hello...You... in London. No, I'm not Mr Seltzer. Name's Charters.
l don't suppose you know me. Don't
worry. They've just gone to fetch him.
Tell me, what's
happening to England?
Blowing a gale? No, you don't follow me sir. I'm inquiring
about the test match in Manchester.
Cricket, sir. Cricket!
You don't know?
You can't be in England
and not know the test score.
The fellow says he doesn't know.
Hello, can't you find out?
Oh nonsense. It won't take a second.
All right, if you won't, you won't.
Wasting my time. The fellow's an ignoramus.
Mr Seltzer, at last your calI's
come through to London.
Hello! Hello! (concierge attempts to get the call back)
(Waiter speaks another language saying that there is no food left.)
Thank you,
waiter.
(Waiter again tells them that there is no more food in another language)
-What would you say about a grilled steak?
-That's a very good idea.
-Well done for me, please.
-On the red side for me.
(Waiter again tells them that there is no more food in another language)
These people have a passion
for repeating themselves.
-I beg your pardon.
He's trying to explain to you that owing to the large
number of visitors, there's no food left.
-No food? What sort of a place is this?
They expect us to share a blasted dog box...
with a servant girl on an empty stomach?
ls that hospitality? is that organization?
Thank you.
-I'm hungry you know..
-What a country. No wonder they have revolutions.
-You're very welcome to what's left of the cheese.
Of course it's not like beef steak; but it's awfully rich in vitamins.
-Thank you very much.
-I'm afraid they're not accustomed to
catering for so many people.
Bandrika is one of
Europe's few undiscovered corners.
-That's probably because there's nothing worth discovering
I should think.
-You may not know it as well as I do.
I'm feeling quite miserable at the thought of leaving it.
-After you with that cheese, please!
-Certainly, young man. Why not?
You're going home?
-Tomorrow. My little charges are quite grown up.
I'm a governess and music teacher you know.
ln the 6 years I've lived here,
I've grown to love the country,
especially the mountains. l sometimes think
they're like very friendly neighbors.
You know the big father and mother mountains
with their white snow hats...
and their nephews and
nieces, not so big, with smaller hats.
Right down to the tiniest hillock
without any hat at all.
Of course, that's just my fancy.
-Really?
-l like to watch them from my bedroom
every night when there's a moon.
I'm so glad there's a moon tonight.
Do you hear that music?
Everyone sings here. The people are
just like happy children...
with laughter on their lips
and music in their hearts.
-It's not reflected
in their politics, you know.
-I never think you should judge
any country by its politics.
After all we English are quite honest by
nature, aren't we. You'll excuse me if l run away?
Good night, good night.
-Good night.
Queer sort of bird.
-Trifle whimsical, l thought.
-After 6 years in this hole, we'd be whimsical.
-l don't think so, old man. She was very decent
about that cheese.
-I see she's finished the pickles.
-Good night, lris. Listen,
someone's serenading.
Let him. Nothing will keep me
awake tonight. Good night my children.
(Guitar music and singing in the background)
(Stamping from upstairs)
-What's happening? An earthquake?
-That would hardly account for the music, would it.
What a horrible noise. What can they be doing?
-l don't know but I'll soon find out.
Hello.
Musical country this.
-l feel quite sorry for that poor singer
outside having to compete with this.
Boris?
Miss Henderson speaking.
Look. Someone upstairs is playing
musical chairs with an elephant.
Move one of them out will you.
l want to get some sleep.
That'll settle it.
-Thank you.
Some people have so little consideration for others,
which makes life so much more difficult than it need be.
Don't you think?
Good night. Thank you so much.
I heard you'll be going on the train
in the morning?
l hope we shall meet again
under quieter circumstances.
Good night.
-Good night.
-Miss, please,
I'll fix everything.
-You'd better.
(Concierge knocks on door. Enters to music and dancing)
-Hold it.
Splendid, don't move.
-lf you please, sir.
-Get out!
One, two.
-Please, sir,
will you kindly stop?
They are all complaining in the whole
hotel. You make too much noise.
-Too much what?
-Too much noise.
-You dare to call it a noise.
The ancient music...
with which your peasant ancestors celebrated
every wedding for countless generations.
A dance they danced when your
father married your mother...
Almost supposing you were born in wedlock,
which l doubt. Look at them.
I take it you're the manager?
-Sure I am the manager.
-Well fortunately l am accustomed to squalor.
Tell me. Who's complaining?
-This young English
lady underneath.
-Well you tell the young English lady underneath that l am putting on record
for the benefit of mankind...
one of the lost folk dances
of Central Europe...
and furthermore she does not own
the hotel. Get out!
-Sir, you don't understand.
-Now, one,
two...
(Music and dancing continue)
-You know what he said: ''Who she thinks she is, the Queen of Sheeba?
She thinks she owns this hotel.''
-Can't you get rid of him?
-lmpossible.
-Are you sure?
-I begin to wonder...
It's come back to me.
I've got an idea.
You see, the German lady
she will call him up on the telephone and say:
"Young man It's my room. l did pay for it.
Get out quickly.'' How's that?
-Good enough.
-Then shock him with a little... He'll
never forget as long as he lives.
-Nothing but baseball. We used to call it rounders. Children play
it with a rubber ball and a stick.
Not a word about cricket.
Americans don't know a sense of proportion.
(Knock on the door)
Come in.
(Man whistles while maid puts her things away.)
-Guten nacht.
-Can't stand this ridiculous
lack of privacy. Lock the door.
-Guten nacht.
Who are you?
What do you want?
-(man plays a tune on the instrument.)Recognise the signature tune?
-Will you please get out?
-This is a much better room.
Definitely an acceptable room.
-What exactly do you think you're
doing? Keep away!
-Would you hold these for a minute?
-Put those back at once.
-Now which side do you like to sleep?
-Do you want me to throw you out?
-In that case, I'll sleep in the middle.
Smart of you to bribe the manager.
An eye for an eye and a tooth
for a toothbrush.
-I suppose you realize you're behaving like a complete cad.
-On the contrary you're perfectly at liberty to sleep in the corridor if you want to.
-Hello.
-Oh, l shouldn't if l were you. I'd only
tell everyone you invited me here.
And when l say everyone, l mean
everyone. l have a powerful voice.
-Come out of there at once!
-Not until you bribe the manager
to restore me to my attic.
-Come out of that bathroom!
(Man singing in the bathroom)
Boris? Look, I was thinking. l might change
my mind about that room upstairs.
-By the way, you might have my things
taken upstairs, would you?
-You're the most contemptible person
I've ever met in all my life!
-Confidentially, I think you're a bit
of a stinker, too.
(Singing and music playing outside of the window.)
(Music playing)
-If we get to Basle in time,
we should see the last day of the match.
-Hope the weather's like this in
Manchester. Perfect wicket for our fellows.
-Isn't it somewhere along here?
-lf you don't hurry, Margaret, we shan't
get that compartment to ourselves.
-Does it matter?
-Well, there's still time to change your mind, Iris.
-Yes, why not send Charles a greetings telegram
and tell him he's all washed up.
-No, it's too late. This time next week, l shall be a
slightly sunburnt offering on an altar in Hanover Square.
I shan't mind, really.
-Ah, Good morning. l can't find my bag.
It's a brown hold-all you know.
Have you seen it?
No, of course not, thank you.
-She's dropped her glasses.
-You dropped your glasses.
-Thank you my dear.
-Oh
Oh dear! Oh dear! Oh dear!
-Are you hurt?
-l don't know. What was it?
(Officer comes over to tell them to get on the train.)
Never mind about that. This cockeyed station of yours
has practically brained my friend.
-Yes, indeed.
-Well, what are you going to do about it?
-He says he cannot hold the train.
-l like that!
-Hurry up. It's going.
-Yes my dear.
-I'll be all right really.
-Are you sure?
-Don't worry...
I'll look after her.
Such carelessness.
-Are you sure you're all right?
-Send us the Times.
-Write and tell us all about it.
-Good luck. Look after yourself.
(Sound of train leaving the station)
-There. There. You'll be all right in a minute.
Just take everything quietly.
Put some of this eau de cologne
on your head.
(Sound of train as it moves)
-Do you feel any better?
-Yes, thank you. I'm all right.
-What you need is a good strong cup
of tea. I'll ring for the attendant.
-No, no, please, don't bother. I'll go to the
dining car myself. l need some air.
-Well, in that case, I'll come with you, if you don't mind that is.
-No, of course not.
-I beg your pardon.
I'm so sorry.
You can always tell a honeymoon
couple, you know. They're so shy.
-Why did you do that?
-We don't want people staring at us.
-Anyone would think the whole legal
profession was dunning you.
Well, one would be enough.
-You even thought that beggar in
Damascus was a barrister in disguise.
-l merely said his face was distinguished enough for a judge.
You hurried off
in the opposite direction I noticed.
-That's not true. l was looking
for a street called ''Straight''.
-You weren't so careful the first few days.
-I know, I know.
-And anyway you're meeting someone you know. What about me?
Robert thinks I'm cruising with Mother.
-lf one's feeling a little bit shaky, I always think it's best to
sit in the middle of the coach...
preferably facing the engine.
A pot of tea for two, please.
-Very good.
-And just a minute.
Will you please tell them to make it
from this? l don't drink any other.
And make absolutely sure the water is
really boiling. Do you understand?
It's a little fad of mine. My dear father
and mother, who I'm happy to say are still alive
and enjoying good health, invariably drink it.
And so l follow their footsteps.
Do you know a million Mexicans drink it?
At least that's what it says on the packet.
-It's very kind of you
to help me like this.
l don't think
we've introduced ourselves.
My name's lris Henderson,
I'm going home to be married.
-Really? How very exciting.
l do hope you'll be happy.
-Thank you.
-You'll have children, won't you?
They make such a difference. l always
think it's being with kiddies so much
that's made me so, if I may say so, young for my age.
I'm a governess you know. My name's Froy.
(Train whistle blows loudly)
-Did you say Freud?
-No. O-Y, not E-U-D. Froy.
-I'm sorry l can't hear.
-Froy.
It rhymes with joy.
Thank you. Please reserve two places
for lunch. That is, if you'd care to have it with me.
-Of course.
-There's nothing moot about it. It simply wasn't out, that's all.
But for the umpire's blunder he'd probably still be batting.
-What do you mean? I don't understand.
-I'll show you. Here. l saw the whole thing.
Now then, there's Hammond, there's the bowler,
and there's the umpire.
-Sugar?
-Yes, two please.
-Dear me.
There is no sugar.
-Now watch this very, very carefully.
Grimmett was bowling.
-May l trouble you for the sugar, please?
-What?
The sugar,
please.
Thank you so much.
If I were you, I'd try and get a little sleep,
it'll make you feel quite well again.
There's a most intriguing acrostic
in the ''Needlewoman''.
I'm going to try and
unravel it before you wake up.
(Laughing)
(Sound of train traveling on the tracks)
Reservations for lunch,
please.
-Madame has booked for lunch?
-My friend did. She's got the tickets.
Have you seen my friend?
My friend,
where is she?
La signora inglese.
The English lady.
There has been no
English lady here.
What?
There has been
no English lady here.
But there has.
She sat there in the corner.
You saw her, you spoke to her,
she sat next to you.
ls ridiculous. She took
me to the dining car...
-and came back here with me.
-You went and came back alone.
Maybe you don't understand.
The lady who looked after
me when l was knocked out.
Perhaps it make you forget?
lf this is some sort of a joke
I'm afraid l don't see the point.
-You served me tea just now.
-Yes, Madame.
-Have you seen the lady l was with?
-But Madame was alone.
Pardon, Madame.
He make mistake.
He must remember the English lady.
She ordered tea and paid for it.
No, it was you
who paid for it.
He says to look
at the bill. l will look.
She gave you a special
packet of tea.
The tea was ours.
I received no packet.
-But you did. l know it happened.
-Pardon, the bill. Tea for one.
But that's not right.
-Would you care to examine the bills?
-No. The whole thing's absurd.
Please, have you seen
a lady pass through?
Old Stinker! lf l thought
you were on this train...
I'd have stayed a week
at the hotel. Lady? No, why?
It doesn't matter. You probably
wouldn't recognise one anyway.
-Hello! Feeling queer?
-It's that pipe of yours, George.
Why don't you throw your old socks
away? Thanks for the help.
Come on, sit down.
What's the trouble?
-Something fell on my head.
-When? lnfancy?
-At the station.
-Bad luck! Can l help?
No,
only by going away.
My father taught me
not to dessert a lady in trouble.
He even married mother.
Did you see a little lady last night
in the hotel in tweeds?
I saw one but she
was hardly in tweeds.
She was with me,
and now l can't find her.
She must still be on the train.
We haven't stopped.
-Of course she is.
-All right. Nobody said she isn't.
-But that's what they say.
-Who?
The people in the compartment
and the steward.
They insist they never saw her.
All of them.
-You said you got a knock on the head.
-What do you mean?
-Never mind. Do you talk the lingo?
-No.
Maybe they thought you tried
to borrow money.
Let's knock the idea out of their
heads. A most unfortunate remark.
That's one of them.
The little dark man.
There is a misunderstanding. This
lady seems to have lost her friend.
Yes, l have heard. The gentleman
has been explaining to me.
I think under the circumstances
we shall introduce ourselves.
I am an Italian citizen.
My wife and child.
How do you do. Bonny little chap.
How old is he?
I 934 class.
And the lady in the corner
is the Baroness Athona.
I met her husband, he presented
prizes at the Folk Dances Festival.
Minister of Propaganda.
I am Dr Egon Hartz of Prague.
You may have heard of me.
-Not the brain specialist?
-The same.
You went to England to operate
on one of our cabinet ministers.
-Yes.
-Did you find anything?
-A slight cerebral contusion.
-That's better than nothing.
I am picking up a similar case at the
next station, but more complicated.
I shall operate at the
National Hospital tonight.
Among other things a cranial fracture
with completion. You understand?
-Yes, a wallop on the bean.
-I suppose you haven't seen my friend?
-Unfortunately no.
-I'll take a word with the Baroness.
-What do they say?
-Both say they've never seen her.
That's not true.
She was sitting there.
-Can you describe her?
-It's difficult.
-She was middle-aged and ordinary.
-What was she wearing?
Tweeds, oatmeal flecked with brown,
a coat with patch pockets...
a scarf, felt hat, brown shoes,
a tussle shirt...
and a small blue handkerchief in her
breast pocket. l can't remember.
You could've been paying attention.
You both went along to tea?
-Yes.
-Surely you met somebody.
Right you are.
Now let's dig him out.
Pardon. May I come with you?
This is most interesting.
We don't like people muscling in,
but we'll make you a member.
Wait. There was somebody else.
As we passed this compartment...
Miss Froy stumbled in and there
was a tall gentleman and a lady.
If we can really find someone
who saw her...
we'll have
the place searched.
-Can I be of any assistance?
-That's the gentleman.
Do you remember seeing this young lady
pass with a little English woman?
I'm afraid not.
You must! She almost fell
into your compartment.
Surely you haven't forgotten.
It's very important.
Everybody's saying she wasn't here,
but I'm going to find her...
even if
I have to stop the train.
Caldicott, it's Charters.
Can I come in?
That girl we saw in the hotel,
she's kicking up a fuss.
-Says she lost her friend.
-She hasn't been in here, old man.
-She's threatening to stop the train.
-Lord!
If we miss our connection in Basle,
we'll never make Manchester in time.
-This is serious.
-Let's hide in here.
I haven't the faintest recollection.
You must be making a mistake.
He obviously doesn't remember.
Let's look for the other fellow.
-Who were you talking to outside?
-People in the corridor, arguing.
-There he is. That's the man.
-I wonder if you can help us.
-How?
-I was having tea an hour ago...
with an English lady.
You saw her, didn't you?
-I was talking to my friend.
-Indubitably.
Yes, but you were at the next table.
She borrowed the sugar.
-I recall passing the sugar.
-Then you saw her.
We were in deep conversation,
discussing cricket.
How a thing like cricket
can make you forget seeing people?
If that's your attitude,
there's nothing more to say.
Come, Caldicott.
Thing like cricket.
Wrong tactic. We should have told him
we were looking for a cricket ball.
Yes, but he spoke to her.
There must be some explanation.
There is.
Please forgive me.
I'm quite possibly wrong
but l have known cases...
when a sudden shock or blow has
induced the most vivid impressions.
-I understand. You don't believe me.
-It's not a question of belief.
Even a concussion may have curious
effects upon an imaginative person.
I can remember every little detail.
Her name. Miss Froy. Everything.
So interesting.
If one had time...
one could trace the cause
of the hallucination.
-Hallucination?
-Precisely. There is no Miss Froy.
-Just a vivid subjective image.
-But I met her last night at the hotel.
-You thought you did.
-What about her name?
A past association. An advertisement,
a character subconsciously remembered.
No, there is no reason to be afraid,
if you are quiet and relaxed.
Thank you very much.
Dravake. If you will excuse me, this
is where my patient comes aboard.
Excuse me.
Most interesting.
We're stopping.
This is our first stop, isn't it?
Miss Froy must still be on the train.
You look out this window
and see if she gets off this side.
I'll take the other.
Most interesting.
What was she dressed in?
Scotch tweeds, wasn't it?
-Oatmeal tweeds.
-I knew it had to do with porridge.
How long does it take
to get a divorce?
-Eric?
-I'm sorry. l wasn't listening.
How long does it take
to get a divorce?
That depends.
Why?
I was wondering if we could take
our honey moon next spring.
The official one.
The difficulties are considerable.
The courts are very crowded now.
I suppose we barristers
ought not to complain about this.
With conditions as they are now, my
chances of becoming a judge are rosy.
-That is, if nothing untoward occurs.
-Like being mixed up in a divorce?
In the first careless rapture of yours
you didn't care what happened.
The law, like Caesar's wife,
must be above all suspicion.
Even when the law spends six
weeks with Caesar's wife?
I know why you are running around
like a scared rabbit...
-and why lied so elaborately just now.
-I lied?
Yes, to those people in the corridor.
I heard every word you said.
I didn't wish to be
mixed up in an enquiry.
Enquiry? Just because a little
woman can't be found?
That girl was making a fuss.
If the woman had disappeared...
and I'd admitted to seeing her, we
might have become vital witnesses.
My name might appear
in the papers with yours.
A scandal that might
lead anywhere, anywhere.
Yes, I suppose you are right.
-Nobody?
-Nobody.
I just saw bits of orange peel
and paper bag coming out my side.
I know there's a Miss Froy.
She's as real as you are.
That's what you
say and you believe it.
But there isn't anybody else
who has seen her.
-I saw her. I think.
-You did?
-A little woman in tweeds.
-Yes.
-With a three quarter coat.
-With a scarf.
That's right. I saw her when
you passed the compartment.
I knew I was right. But your husband
said he didn't see her.
He didn't notice, but as soon as he
mentioned it, I remembered at once.
You win. This calls for action.
Would you make a statement?
Of course,
if it helps.
Pardon, my patient has just arrived.
The most fascinating complication.
We have news for you.
This lady saw Mrs. Froy.
-So.
-We are going to search the train.
-You must think of a fresh theory.
-It is not necessary.
My theory was perfectly good.
The facts were misleading.
I hope you will find
your friend.
-I'll be right here if you want me.
-OK. Come along.
I was going to mention that
I told that girl I'd seen her friend.
-Have you taken leave of your senses?
-On the contrary, I've come to them.
What do you mean?
If there is a scandal, there'll be
a divorce. You couldn't let me down.
You'd have to do the decent thing
as only you know how.
You forgot one very important
thing, Margaret...
your husband would divorce you,
no doubt.
But my wife
will never divorce me.
It may seem crazy to you, but
you're going to search the train.
Down there, they look for you.
Your friend come back.
Come back?
But what happened?
You go see.
She tell you.
All right Athleston, relax. The crisis
is over. Come on, let's join the lady.
Miss Froy.
That isn't Miss Froy.
-Isn't it?
-No.
-It's silly to say, but are you Miss Froy?
-No, I am Madame Kummer.
She helped you into the carriage
and went to see some friends.
As you spoke about an English lady she
didn't connect her with Mme Kummer.
But she wasn't the lady.
It was Miss Froy.
-Oatmeal tweeds, blue handkerchief...
-Yes, it's all the same, but it isn't her.
When did you say you first
met this Miss Froy?
Last night at the hotel.
-Was she wearing a costume like this?
-Yes, I think she was.
Then I apologise.
You did meet her.
But not on the train.
In your subconscious mind...
you substituted the face of
Mme Kummer with Miss Froy's.
But I didn't. I couldn't have,
I talked to her here.
That's easily settled, there's
a woman who said she saw her.
If the lady wouldn't mind.
What a gift of languages
the fellow's got.
-Is this the woman you saw?
-It isn't a bit like her, is it?
Yes,
she's the woman.
-But it isn't. I tell you it isn't.
-Are you sure?
-Perfectly.
-She isn't. She isn't.
I'm so sorry
to have troubled you.
Aren't you going
to say anything?
-You might at least gloat.
-What am l expected to say?
You only did it
to save your own skin.
She was lying. l saw it in her face.
They're all lying. But why?
Why don't you sit
down and take it easy.
Do you believe this nonsense
about substituting faces?
I think any change
would be an improvement.
Miss Froy was on this train, and
nothing will convince me otherwise.
Must you follow
me round like a pet dog?
-A watch dog. l have better instincts.
-Goodbye.
The Doctor was right.
I never saw Miss Froy on the train.
-It didn't happen, l know now.
-Glad you're taking it like that.
Forget all about it.
Make your mind a blank.
Watch me,
you can't go wrong.
What about a spot
of something to eat?
-Anything.
-That's right, come along.
-Would you like some air?
-Thanks.
-Could you eat something?
-I could try.
That's the spirit. You'll feel
a different girl tomorrow.
I hope so. I don't want to meet
my fiance a nervous wreck.
-Your what?
-I'm being married on Thursday.
-You're sure you're not imagining that?
-Positive.
-I was afraid so. Food.
-I couldn't face it.
Do you mind if I talk
with my mouth full?
If you must.
-Want to hear about my early life?
-I don't think so.
Since you press me,
I'll begin with my father.
It's remarkable how many great
men began with their fathers.
-Something to drink?
-No. Yes. A cup of tea, please.
One tea and no soup for the lady.
My father was a colourful character.
Amongst other things, he was strongly
addicted to you'll never guess.
Harriman's Herbal Tea.
-No, double scotches.
-A million Mexicans drink it.
-Maybe, but Father didn't.
-Miss Froy gave a packet to the waiter.
-A packet of what?
-Harriman's Herbal Tea.
It was the only sort she liked.
We agreed you were going to make
your mind a complete blank.
-It's so real. I'm sure it happened.
-Did we or did we not?
We did. Sorry.
Tell me about your father.
-My father was a very remarkable man.
-Did he play the clarinet?
He did. In fact he never put it down
unless it became absolutely necessary.
I couldn't help inheriting
his love of music.
-Why not?
-That was all he left me.
You're remarkably attractive.
Has anyone ever told you?
We were discussing you.
-Yes, of course. Do you like me?
-Not much.
I paid my father's debts and went
away before they cashed the cheques.
I'm writing a book
on folk dancing.
-Would you like to buy a copy?
-I'd love to.
-When does it see the light of day?
-In about four years.
-That's a very long time.
-It's a very long book.
Do you know why
you fascinate me?
I'll tell you. You have the great
qualities I used to admire in my father.
You've no manners at all, and
you're always seeing things.
-What's the matter?
-Look!
-It's gone!
-What's gone?
Miss Froy's name
on the window.
You must have seen it.
She's on the train.
Steady! Steady!
We've got to find her. Something's
happening to her. Stop the train.
Listen everybody. There's a
woman on the train, Miss Froy...
you must have seen her.
They hide her somewhere.
I appeal to you
all to stop the train.
Please help me.
Please stop the train.
Do you hear me?
Do something before it's too late!
I know you think I'm crazy, but I'm not.
For heaven's sake, stop this train.
Leave me alone.
Ten minutes late
thanks to that girl.
Any more tricks and we shall be
late for the last day of the match.
-You couldn't put it to her in some way.
-What?
-People just don't vanish and so forth.
-But she has.
What?
Vanished.
-Who?
-The old dame.
-Yes.
-Well?
-But how could she?
-What?
-Vanish.
-I don't know.
That just explains my point. People
just don't disappear into thin air.
-It's done in India.
-What?
The rope trick.
Oh that. It never comes
out in a photograph.
In half an hour we stop at Morsken,
just before the border.
I will leave there with my
patient for the National Hospital.
If you will come with me, you could
stay overnight in a private ward.
-You need peace and rest.
-Sorry, nothing doing.
-Isn't there anything we can do?
-Yes, find Miss Froy.
If she does not rest
I will not answer for her.
It will be best if you persuade her.
She likes you.
I'm as popular as a dose
of strychnine.
If coated with sugar,
she may swallow it.
Cosmopolitan train.
People of all nations.
I've just seen at least a million
Mexicans in the corridor.
Think over what
Doctor Hertz said.
If you feel like changing
your mind, I'll be around.
-What's all the mystery?
-You're right.
Miss Froy is on the this train.
I've just seen that packet of tea.
They chucked it out
with the rubbish.
-You're late. She may be dead now.
-Dead or alive...
Anyway, I remember once spending
a bank holiday at Brighton...
Let's search this train. There's
something definitely queer in the air.
It's a supply service
for trunk murderers.
What's this?
-It's all right, It's only us.
-Hurry up. Quickly.
Maybe it's Miss Froy
bewitched.
I refused to be discouraged.
Faint heart never found old lady.
-Do you know anything about her?
-No.
Only that she is a governess
going home.
-What is this thing?
-Can't imagine.
There might be
something down here.
-What on earth!
-Our Italian friend.
I've got it. There.
The Great Doppo.
-His visiting card. Look!
-What's it say?
The Great Doppo. Magician,
illusionist, mind reader...
he will appear in all the towns and
cities. See his fascinating act...
-The Vanishing Lady.
-Perhaps that's the explanation.
-What?
-Maybe he's practising on Miss Froy.
-Perhaps it's a publicity stunt.
No. That wouldn't account for
the Baroness or Madame Kummer.
-What's your theory?
-l don't know. My theory?
I'll tell you.
Oh dear.
I can't get this one.
-Where are you?
-Here with a smell of camphor balls.
-I can't see you.
-I'm about somewhere.
-Here I am. Where are you?
-I don't know.
That's what comes of not saying
Abracadabra.
-Are you hurt?
-Not much.
-Come and sit down over here.
-What is this thing?
In magic circles, we cal
it the disappearing cabinet.
-You get inside and vanish.
-So I noticed.
-You were about to tell me your theory.
-My theory.
My theory, dear Watson, is that we
are in very deep waters indeed.
Thank you. Let us marshal our facts
over a pipeful of Baker Street shag.
A little old lady disappears. Everyone
that saw her says she wasn't there.
Right?
But she was. Therefore, they did see
her. Therefor, they are lying. Why?
-I don't know. I'm just Watson.
-Don't bury yourself it the part.
Because they
daren't face an enquiry...
because Miss Froy's probably
still somewhere on the train.
-I told you that hours ago.
-So you did.
For that you shall have
a trichonoply cigar.
There's only one thing left to
do. Search the train in disguise.
As what?
-Old English gentleman.
-They'd see through you.
Perhaps you're right.
Will Hay. ''No, boys, which one of
you has stolen Miss Froy? Own up.''
-Those glasses. Give them to me.
-Why?
-They're Miss Froy's.
-Are you sure?
They're the same. Gold rimmed.
Where did you find them?
-On the floor. The glass is broken.
-Probably in the struggle.
Pick up the glass.
Do you realise that this is our first
piece of really tangible proof?
That's the lot.
Will you give me those spectacles.
They belong to me. My spectacles.
Yours?
Are you sure?
Naughty. That's a very large nose
for a very small pair of spectacles.
Is that the game?
We'll see about that.
These are Miss Froy's glasses.
She's been in here and you know it.
Well don't stand hoping about like
a referee, co-operate. Kick him.
That doesn't help.
Quick, pull his ears back.
Give them a twist.
He's got a knife!
Get hold of it before
he cuts a slice off me.
I can't reach it.
Well done.
We know how that thing works.
Come out of there.
Is he out, do you think?
We've got to hide somewhere.
-I wonder what's in here?
-Hurry up!
It's empty.
Bring him along.
-What's the matter?
-Garlic. I'll be all right in a minute.
-Here, hold on to this.
-Yes.
We know that Miss Froy
was on this train...
and that our friend
had something to do with it.
That ought to keep him.
Hard work, but worth it.
Let's have the evidence.
-Evidence?
-Yes, the glasses.
You've got them.
No, I haven't got them.
He's got them.
He isn't there.
Snookered.
It's a false bottom.
-The twister! He's a contortionist.
-He's gone all right.
To find the others
and make more trouble.
We can't fight the whole train.
-But who can we trust?
-That's the snag.
-There's the Doctor Hartz person.
-Yes, you're right. He might help.
-Let's tell him the symptoms.
-All right. Wait a minute.
This is the one.
He's not there.
-I've had a particularly idiotic idea.
-I can't believe that.
Suppose that patient in there
is Miss Froy.
But it didn't come on the train until
after Miss Froy had disappeared.
That's why it's an idiotic idea.
Let's find the doctor.
-No, wait a minute.
-What is it?
-Notice anything wrong with that nun?
-No.
I don't think she's a nun at all.
They don't wear high heels.
You're right. Did you see Mme
Kummer get on the train?
No.
Supposing they decoyed Miss Froy
into the luggage van and hid her.
At the first stop the patient comes
abroad. Head injury, all wrapped up.
The patient is Madame Kummer
and she becomes Miss Froy...
and Miss Froy becomes that.
But why go to all this trouble to
kidnap a little harmless governess?
It isn't a governess at all.
Perhaps it's some political thing.
Let's investigate.
You'll just have to put up
with it in English.
Can we take a look at your patient,
please? Thank you.
Keep an eye on the nun.
What are you doing here?
Why are you in here?
This is a most serious accident case.
You have no business to be here.
We want you to undo the bandages
and let us see your patients face.
Are you out of your senses?
There is no face there.
Nothing but lumps of new flesh.
The case has lost so much blood...
nothing but a transfusion
can save him.
What do you want me to do?
Murder my patient?
-You're sure that this is your patient?
-We believe it's Miss Froy.
You can't be serious. What on
earth put such ideas into your heads?
-I understand she is deaf and dumb.
-But she may lip read.
That's possible. In that case, perhaps
you will join me in the dining car?
I'll be with you in a moment. I want to be
certain my patient hasn't been disturbed.
How do I know how they cottoned on?
Somebody must have tipped them off.
-You never said the girl was English.
-What difference does it make?
In a few minutes, I will order three
drinks in the dining car.
Mine will be Chartreuse.
One of the stewards is working
for us. Listen carefully.
There's that girl again.
Seems to have recovered.
Lucky it blew over.
-You'll tell me what it's all about?
-Have you actually seen your patient?
No, l received a message to pick
the case up and operate at Morsken.
-How do you know its not Miss Froy.
-We think there's been a change.
You think that someone has...
I want a green chartreuse.
Won't you join me?
-I'll like a large brandy, please.
-And you?
-Nothing, thank you.
-It'll do you good.
You are very tired.
It will pick you up.
-All right, just a small one.
-2 brandies and a Chartreuse.
Do you know anything about the nun
who is looking after the patient?
Nun? No. She is from the convent
where the accident occurred.
Don't you think it is curious that
she's wearing high heeled shoes?
Is she? That is rather curious,
isn't it?
A conspiracy.
That's all it can be.
These people on the train say
they haven't seen Miss Froy.
We know because
in the luggage van...
She's off again!
Puts the lid on our getting back
in time, if she did.
Then this fellow from
the carriage, Doppo...
he came along
and grabbed the glasses.
Then we went for him
and had a fight.
-A fight?
-We knocked him out.
-Seems to have made a speedy recovery.
-Yes. That's just bluff.
How could he be involved in a
conspiracy? Look at the poor fellow.
He's just a harmless traveller.
He's a musical artist on a tour
of Bandrika.
The Baroness' husband is
Minister of Propaganda.
One word from her and
his tour would be cancelled.
I see.
And the stewards would got a
nice cosy brick wall to lean against.
But tell me about
the two English travellers.
-They also denied seeing her?
-British diplomacy, doctor.
Never climb a fence if you can sit
on it. Old Foreign Office proverb.
Why should someone want
to dispose of the old lady?
That stumps us. All we know is she
was on this train and now she's...
gone.
If you're right, it means the whole
train is against us.
What are we going to do?
In view of what you've just told me,
I'll risk examining my patient.
We mustn't act suspiciously.
Behave as if nothing had happened.
Drink, that'll steady your nerves.
To our health. And may
our enemies, if they exist...
be unconscious of
our purpose.
Let's go. We
must hurry now.
Come on,
drink up.
Wait in here.
Right you are.
-Anything wrong?
-Nothing.
Except they noticed you
were wearing high heels.
But it makes no difference.
We shall reach Morsken
in 3 minutes.
Quite an eventful journey.
Well?
Yes,
the patient is Miss Froy.
She will be taken off
the train in 3 minutes.
She will be removed to the hospital
there and operated on.
The operation will
not be successful.
I should perhaps explain that the
operation will be performed by me.
I am in this conspiracy
as you term it.
You are a very
alert young couple...
but it's quite useless for you to
think of a way out of your dilemma.
The drink you've had now, l regret to
say, contained a quantity of Hydrocin.
Hydrocin is a very little known
drug which has the effect...
of paralysing the brain and
rendering the victim unconscious...
for a considerable period.
In a larger quantity,
it induces madness.
However the dose was
a normal one.
Soon you will join your
young friend.
Need l say how sorry l am feeling
to take such a melodramatic course.
But your persistent meddling
made it necessary.
Are you all right?
You must have fainted.
There is a woman next door
going to be murdered...
and we've got to get moving
before this stuff takes effect.
If you keep on the go you
can stay awake.
Right, come on,
let's get going.
It's locked.
We can't go that way.
We'll be spotted.
-You can't do that!
-Don't worry, it's only next door...
you carry on keeping fit,
touch your toes...
stand your head, do anything
but fall asleep.
You needn't be afraid,
it is Miss Froy.
It's all right,
you haven't been drugged.
He told me to put something
in your drinks but l didn't do it.
Who the devil are you?
He said you were deaf and dumb.
Never mind about that now, if you
want to save her you've got to hurry.
What's gonna happen now?
Let's hold them off until
past Morsken...
the frontier's a few miles
beyond the station.
Come on,
there's still time.
That's Morsken.
Have you finished?
Come on,
Miss Froy.
Come on kid, you're not drugged,
I'll explain later. Abracadabra.
-Miss Froy, I can't believe it!
-Thank you. Thank you very much.
Careful.
Ready?
Yes.
-Are you all right, Miss Froy?
-Yes, thank you.
It's rather like the rush hour
on the underground. We're slowing down.
I'm sorry you've had such an
uncomfortable journey, Miss Froy.
Get back on the train.
I hope nothing goes wrong.
Aren't we stopping
rather a long time?
The ambulance is going.
We'll be off in a jiffy.
Another couple of minutes,
we'll be over the border.
I've been well paid and I've done
dirty work for it...
but this was murder and she is
an English woman.
-You are Bandrieken.
-My husband was, but I'm English.
You were going to butcher
her in cold blood.
Your little diversion made it necessary
not only to remove the lady...
but two others as well.
You can' t do that.
It'd be fool to permit the existence
of anyone who cannot be trusted.
-You wouldn't dare. l know too much.
-Precisely.
I think we're over
the border now.
You can come out,
Miss Froy.
-Bless me. What an unpleasant journey.
-Never mind.
You shall have a corner seat for the
rest of the way. There you are.
Now that it's over, you ought
to tell us what it's all about.
What was that scream?
-It was the train whistle.
-It was the woman.
Be careful.
We're on a branch line and they've
slipped the rear of the train.
Oh dear!
Why are these people going
to these lengths to get hold of you?
I haven't the faintest idea.
I'm a children's governess...
I think they've made
some terrible mistake.
Why are holding out on us?
Tell the truth.
You got us involved in this fantastic
plot you might at least trust us.
I really don't know...
-Is there anyone else?
-There's only the dining cart...
but there won't be
anybody there now.
What do you make it, tea time?
I'll go have a look.
Come on.
We'd better stick together.
There's the old girl
turned up.
Told you there was lots of fuss about
nothing. Bolt must have jammed.
I've got something to say.
Please listen.
An attempt has been made
to abduct this lady by force.
I believe they are
going to try again.
What's the fellow
drivelling about?
Look out of the window. This train's
been diverted to a branch line.
What are you talking about?
Abduction, diverted trains...
-We're telling the truth.
-I'm not interested.
You've annoyed us long enough
with your ridiculous stories.
You've got hold of
the wrong end of the stick.
-These things don't happen.
-We're not in England now.
-I don't see the difference.
-We're stopping.
You see those cars? They're
here to take Miss Froy away.
Nonsense.
There go a couple of people.
The cars have come
to pick them up.
Then why uncoupling
the train and diverting it.
Uncoupling?
There's no train
beyond the sleeping car.
There must be. Our bags are
in the First Class carriage.
Not any longer.
Would you like to take a look?
If this is a practical joke, l warn
you I shan't think it very funny.
Good Lord!
Bring some brandy.
You don't suppose there's something
in this fellow's story, Caldicott.
-Seems a bit queer.
-People don't go about tying up nuns.
Someone's coming.
They can't possibly do anything
to us. We're British subjects.
I have come
to offer sincere apologies.
An extremely serious
incident has occurred.
An attempt has been made to interfere
with passengers on this train.
Fortunately it was brought
to the notice of the authorities.
If you will accompany me
to Morsken...
I will inform the British
Embassy at once.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
the cars are at your disposal.
We're grateful. It's lucky
some of you speak English.
-I was at Oxford.
-Really, so was I.
This woman is trying
to say something.
I don't understand
but it may be important.
-Would you...
-Certainly.
-That's fixed him.
-That's all right. He's only stunned.
-What did you to that for?
-I was at Cambridge.
But you heard
what he said, didn't you?
I heard what she said. That was
a trick to get us off the train.
I don't believe it. The explanation
was quite satisfactory.
This might cause a war.
I'm going to tell them it's up to us
to apologise and put the matter right.
-You were right. Do you mind?
-Certainly.
Looks as if they mean business.
It would mean
an international situation.
It's happened before.
-They're coming.
-Don't let them in. They'll murder us.
They daren't let us go now.
-I order you to surrender at once.
-Nothing doing.
-If you come any nearer I'll fire.
-I've warned you.
Better take cover.
They'll start any minute now.
-Nasty jam. Don't like the look of it.
-Got plenty of ammunition.
-Whole pouch full.
-Good.
-Duck down, you.
-I'm not going to fight. It's madness.
It's safer to protest down here.
They're trying to work
round to the other side.
You're behaving
like a pack of fools.
What chance have we got
against those armed men?
You heard what the
Mother Superior said.
If we surrender now,
we're in for it.
We'll never get to
the match now.
Give it to me.
-What's going on here?
-He's got a gun and he won't use it.
I won't be a party to this sort
of thing. I don't believe in fighting.
Pacifist? Won't work. Christians
tried it and got thrown to the lions.
Come on,
hand it over.
I'm not afraid to use it.
Probably more used to it.
I once won a box of cigars.
He's talking rot.
He's a good shot.
Hope the old hand hasn't lost it's
cunning. I'm inclined to believe...
that there's some
rational explanation to all this.
Rotten shot,
only knocked his head off.
Would you mind if we talk
for a minute?
-What, now?
-Please, it's very important.
-Hang on to this for me, will you?
-All right. I'll hold the fort.
It's safer along here.
You come in too.
I just wanted to tell you that
I must be getting along now.
You'll never get away.
You'll be shot down.
I must take the risk.
If I'm unlucky and you get
through, take back a message...
to Mr. Callendar
at the Foreign Office.
-Then you are a spy.
-I think that is such a grim word.
What is the message?
It's a tune.
It contains, in code...
the vital clause of a secret pact
between two European countries.
I want you to memorise it.
The first part goes like this...
I'd better write it down.
Let me a piece of paper.
I was brought up on music.
I can memorise anything.
Very well.
The old girl's
gone off her rocker.
Face it, those swines will go on
firing till they kill us all.
For goodness sake,
shut up, Eric.
Now we've got
two chances instead of one.
-You're sure you'll remember it?
-I won't stop whistling it.
-I suppose this is my best way out?
-Yes, just about.
But even if you do get away
they'll stop you at the frontier.
-We can't let her go.
-You're taking a big risk.
In this sort of job one
must take risks.
I'm grateful to you both
for all you've done.
I do hope and pray no harm
will come to you...
and that we shall
all meet again.
-I hope so too. Good luck.
-Good luck.
-Will you help me out?
-Yes, rather.
Take the weight, on top,
right you are, I've got you.
Goodbye.
-Was she hit?
-I'm not sure.
-That's the end of my twelve.
-There's not much left here, either.
We've only got one chance.
We've got to get this train going.
Go back to the main line and
try and cross the frontier.
That's a bit of a tall order.
Those drivers are not
likely to do as you tell them.
We'll bluff them with this.
Who's coming?
-You can count on me.
-Me too.
We can't all go.
You stay here...
If we have any luck we'll stop
the train at the point...
-and you switch them over.
-Okay.
You idiots, you're just
inviting death.
I've had enough.
Just because I try and avoid
being murdered...
I'm accused of pacifist. I'd rather
be called a rat than die like one.
If we give ourselves up, they
daren't murder us in cold blood.
-They're bound to give us a trial.
-Stop gibbering.
-Nobody's listening to you.
-You go your way, I'll go mine.
-Where are you off to?
-I'm doing the only sensible thing.
Let him go if he wants to.
Don't please. Why aren't we going?
Why aren't we going?
They said we were going.
Why aren't we?
If only he can get us
away now. He must.
Only one left.
I'll keep that for a sitter.
They're moving away from the cars.
They're coming towards us.
-Pity we haven't a few more rounds.
-It's funny.
I told my husband when l left
him that l wouldn't see him again.
Gilbert!
-By gad, we're off.
-This gives us a chance.
Come on,
keep going.
-Do you know how to control this?
-I watched the fellow start it.
I know something. Once drove
a miniature engine in Dymchurch.
Good. I'll look out
for the points.
Blighters are chasing us.
Look.
We can't have far to go.
It's time for me
to change the points.
We shall be in
neutral territory.
That's not necessary.
The points will not be
changed over.
Please be seated.
There they are, just ahead of us.
Do you think you can stop it?
Hope so.
You'll keep quite still until
my friends arrive.
If anyone leaves,
I shall have to shoot.
There's one thing
you don't know.
There's only one bullet left, if you
shoot me the others have a chance.
-You're in a difficult position.
-Sit down please.
All right.
Where the deviI's Charters?
Go ahead,
she's done it.
It's all right,
it's just my legs.
Or as they say in English,
jolly good luck to them.
I'm glad that's over. Heaven knows
what the government will say about it.
-Nothing at all. They'll hush it up.
-What?
Take your hand off that thing.
I've got to remember a tune.
Remember...
-Porter, sir?
-No, thanks.
We're home,
Gilbert.
Stop humming that awful tune.
You must know it backwards.
I'm not taking any risks.
-Charles will be here to meet you?
-I expect so.
You'll be pretty busy
between now and Thursday.
I could meet you for lunch
or dinner, if you'd like it.
Sorry,
I didn't mean that.
I've got to deliver this theme
song to Miss Froy...
and then I'm going to Yorkshire
and finish my book.
I see.
-Ready?
-Yes.
Ample time to catch the 6:50
to Manchester after all.
TEST MATCH ABANDONED
FLOODS
-Any sign of Charles yet?
-No, I can't see him.
Well, this is where
we say goodbye.
What's the matter?
Charles?
Yes, you heartless, callous, selfish,
swollen-headed beast...
-Are you going anywhere?
-Foreign Office.
-Where are we going on our honeymoon?
-Somewhere quiet.
Somewhere where
there are no trains.
Mr. Callendar will
see you now.
-Wait a minute. It's gone!
-What's gone?
-The tune. I've forgotten it!
-No! No!
Wait a minute.
Let me concentrate.
No, that's
the Wedding March.
It's awful. I've done nothing
but sing it since that day.
Now I've forgotten
it completely.
-Miss Froy!
-Well, I'll be hanged.