All language subtitles for Q Planes (1939) [Comedy] [Thriller]

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- Oh!
- Sorry!

This way.

Two of you, smash it down.

Get ready, boys.

See what you can find.

- See what there is in there, Sergeant.
- Yes, sir.

- Inspector.
- Yes?

- There's a body in here.
- A what?

Murder, eh?

Huh? Wh-What is it? What's the matter?

- Tell her I'll ring her back in five minutes.
- Come along.

I say, this is a bit thick.
This is a bit thick.

Prancing without a word of warning
into a man's private bedroom.

Come along, now. This isn't a bedroom,
and it certainly isn't yours.

The significance of that uniform
doesn't escape me.

But to prance in on a man
in his pajamas is...

Oh.

I see your point.

I shall have to take your particulars.
Name, please.

Certainly. My name's...

Ehrm...

name's...

By Jove! It's gone.

- Come along, don't try that.
- Bad show, quite gone.

I'll give you one more chance.

Who are you?

I-I c-can't remember.
Am I Smith, am I Jones?

I couldn't be Goldberg.

- What's your business here?
- I'm not engaged in business.

I am not engaged in business.

Is it King? Kingfisher? Fish?

Foch?

How did you come to be in these offices?

- Hello?
- I beg your pardon.

- I came here to see a fellow.
- Can't recollect if you saw him?

I didn't see him...
but I've an impression that he saw me.

- You're in a very compromising situation.
- I object to that adjective.

- You've been found on suspected premises...
- Quite.

- Can't explain why...
- Quite.

- Don't know who you are, why you came here.
- Quite.

Do you know where you're going?

- At a rough guess, Scotland Yard.
- Quite.

Come along.

- Oh, the paper.
- Search for missing plane abandoned.

You can't do that. You're under arrest.

If a man's lost his memory,
has he lost the two o'clock?

Wait a minute!

- What won the two o'clock?
- Sir Eaglemore.

- And the two-thirty?
- Maiden's Kiss.

Give him the paper.

Thank you, Inspector. Er...

In!

Come in.

Inspector Davis, sir.

Yes, Inspector?

We found this man asleep at 15 Humphrey
Street, sir. He refused all information.

There were no identification marks but we
found this bunch of skeleton keys on him.

Take him straight to Major Hammond,
Air Ministry DI5.

Magnificent, nabbed the lot.

- Come on.
- Good day.

Inspector Davis, sir.

Morning, Inspector. What's all this?

This man was arrested
in the Humphrey Street operation.

He's to be handed over to Major Hammond
for interrogation.

Oh, I see. Well, he's just come in.

- Get Major Hammond to sign for him.
- I'll sign for him.

- Keep an eye on him, won't you?
- Don't worry, Inspector, I know the type.

- This way, please.
- Oh, a second. My umbrella.

Thank you.

What do you mean, you know the type?

What's Major Hammond been doing
to be brought to be questioned by him?

Getting hit on the head
like a clumsy amateur.

- What's the time?
- A little after four.

Get me Portman 2323.

Have a look at that, will you?

- So they've abandoned the search.
- Yes. Can you beat it?

Hello?

Daphne, my darling, I'm sorry. I shan't be
able to have tea with you this afternoon.

What?

But, Charles, I'm all ready to go.

Oh, I'm sure you look beautiful.
But I just can't make it.

We'll have dinner together tomorrow night.
And wear that new dress you told me about.

But, Charles, there's something
very, very important I have to tell you.

Tell me tomorrow, my sweet. Must dash now.

I'll call for you at eight.

Why have they abandoned the search?

Because they think it's just
another accident. Come here.

March 15th, a French Hirondelle
on test off Toulon - lost, an accident.

4th April, a double day bomber
lost off Los Angeles - accident.

May 19th.

From Kronstadt in Russia, the Radensky
bomber disappears - another accident.

All these machines were carrying valuable
experimental apparatus.

Last week, off the Firth of Forth, Barrett &
Ward test their Tornado Super X. Vanishes.

Accident.

September 20th, London.

Major Hammond makes an ass of himself
trying to find out why.

- Another accident?
- Almost a catastrophe.

Yes, fools walk in where
angels fear to tread.

The world's full of wise men
and only three fools,

three fools who don't think
they were accidents -

Monsieur Gambetta from France,

Robert Hooker of the United
States Intelligence,

and your humble servant.

Ask Marshal Gosport
if he could see me, would you?

- He can't be disturbed, sir.
- Who's with him?

- Mr Barrett of Barrett & Ward.
- The plane manufacturer?

Yes, and I gather he rather resents
our enquiries at his factory.

And I rather resent Mr Barrett.

- Where'll you be?
- Disturbing Gosport.

- Marshal Gosport's not to be disturbed.
- Right.

In my opinion, the only thing...

Sorry, Marshal,
I understood you were disengaged.

All right, Hammond, come in.
This is one of my ablest men.

Hammond was pressing for
this investigation of your factory.

Just because a firm has
a government subsidy,

the slightest accident sees swarms
of you Secret Service fellas nosing about,

putting the wind up the workers -
industry's becoming unworkable.

- The point is...
- I know the point. You can save your breath.

Service and civil airplanes crash
every day, hundreds in a year.

But you don't spy on the Royal Air Force
or liner companies.

We're engaged
in dangerous experimental work.

One airplane hasn't come back
and you're on us like a ton of bricks.

Out it all comes in the press - inefficiency,
sabotage in aircraft factories. Monstrous!

- The press have to have a good story.
- It's not good for me.

Every operation in my factory
is under my supervision.

I tell you, everything's absolutely OK!

- Have a cup of tea.
- I never touch the stuff.

- If you've got a spot of whisky...
- Certainly.

I appreciate your feelings
and like your point about the whisky.

Sorry I got overheated, but we
industrialists are splitting our shorts

to help you official fellows
out of the spot you got in over rearmament.

It's a bit hard if you
come down on us like this.

A few months ago, there was a disappearance of
a high-speed aircraft off the Isle of Wight.

Thank you. It went up, never returned,
not a trace was found,

and not even a fragment of wreckage
washed up.

In the past year, machines on test flight
have disappeared from Bordeaux, Toulon,

Los Angeles, Kronstadt - all these machines
carrying valuable secret apparatus.

Is that coincidence?

There he goes, there he goes.
I sympathize with you fellas.

Your job's sensationalism,
and you look at things like a melodrama.

- I forgive you.
- We hope you won't forget us.

Thank you, gentlemen, I'll keep you posted.

If I need you, I'll send for you.
Meanwhile, carry on.

So more machines
are to disappear into the blue.

I think it would be a good idea for you to cast
your eye over his plant. Unofficially, of course.

I'll give you every facility, but if he finds
you out, you're acting against instructions.

- The Nelson touch.
- He's testing out the new QE97 tomorrow.

I've detailed Commander Robertson.
Accompany him.

After all, in my position, I've got to
go slow with these industrial magnates.

The safety of the country
depends on their goodwill.

Their goodwill extends about as far
as their subsidies.

Viking off on another job, eh?

She's been commissioned to recover
gold from the Panther.

Panther? I remember, she went down
with all hands in 1922 in a fog.

Yes, and she went down deep.

This is a tough job.

Urgent message from the Viking, sir.

- Well, Carl?
- A wireless message from the Viking, sir.

They've located the Panther
and start diving at once.

- You've notified Lloyd's?
- It's all clear.

But I haven't told them
the Viking's in position.

Why not? You know the regulations.

It is difficult enough to do business here
when one observes the regulations.

- When one does not...
- I'll let them know at once.

Please. This is the most important commission
this company has had. Much depends on it.

Could I have a word with you, Mr Barrett?

Certainly, McVane. Come along. What is it?

- Shall I go, sir?
- No, Jenkins, stay here.

Get if off your chest, McVane.

- I'd very much like to take up the new ship.
- So would the other lads.

- But after what happened to Griggs...
- We won't discuss that.

- The crew will be chosen by lot.
- But I'm the only unmarried pilot here.

Time will cure that, no doubt.
We won't argue that, McVane.

He's a pig-headed old so-and-so.

- What?
- I know you're the best pilot we've got, McVane.

How do you manage that?
Have you ever been up in the air?

It's obvious. All the fellows say so.

Barrett's keeping you back
cos you're not a yes man.

If you're thinking of changing your job,
I can easily get you fixed up.

- Well... thanks.
- Here's my card. Drop in and have a chat.

25 Elder Street.

Thanks.

Well, she's ready to go, sir.

She's a nice job, a beautiful job.

Ideal conditions. She should jump
up the record several notches.

Jenkins, have you got those instructions?

Here they are, sir, sealed as you directed.

- What about the crew?
- I'll see to that.

We can't take too many precautions.

- Air Ministry plane arriving.
- Good.

We'll get off just after he lands.

Come along and meet him.

- How do you do, Commander?
- Mr Barrett.

- Our designer, Mr Pollock.
- How do you do?

The ship's just over here,
if you'd come along, sir.

L 58)'-

- Will she be all right here?
- Yes, we'll move her up for you.

Thank you.

- Got a cigarette?
- Yes.

- Thanks.
- That's all right.

What would you like?

Whisky, but I shall have to have
some of your rotten tea.

We have two kinds of rotten tea.
Indian or China?

Pretty fresh for a new girl.

- All new things should be fresh.
- Skip it, and bring me some coffee.

- They're having the test flight today, aren't they?
- It's only a rumour.

Who's to be pilot?

How do I know?

Suspense getting on your nerves, huh?

Keeping us standing around like this for
hours on end. It's like going over the top.

You can hardly blame them for being cautious
after losing poor Griggs and that crew.

That was before you came here, wasn't it?

Yes, I heard about it.

He must have been very popular.

Yeah.

Your best friend?

Yes.

What do you think happened?

If they'd give me that plane today,
maybe I'd be able to answer.

Get at the real truth, huh?

- Two more cups of tea, beautiful.
- Coming up, handsome.

That's the first thing she's got right.

- Hello, McVane. Anything fresh?
- Yeah.

She'll learn. Well, what
did the old man say?

"The crews will be chosen by lot."

It seems such a dumb way to go on.
Puts the wind up everybody.

I expect every clerk in Whitehall knows
which of us is going up and in what.

I expect we'll read it in the papers.
They have no difficulty finding out.

Other people than the newspapers
know what goes on.

- The black hand at work.
- Griggs knew when he went up.

Somebody else knew too.
That's why he didn't come back.

Are you suggesting Griggs sold out?

Aeroplanes don't just go into the air
and stay there!

Now, now, boys, no
tailspins in the canteen.

How are you, rat poison?

I'd like a packet of cigarettes,
a box of matches... and a kiss.

Cigarettes, matches...

That'll be one shilling, please.

- You're a nice little bit, aren't you?
- I'm my mother's favourite child.

She'll have you back on her hands soon.

Shut up, Jenkins. She only started today.

And she finishes tonight.

- Who's that?
- That's Jenkins.

- Barrett's confidential clerk.
- Nice person.

Yes, charming. I'm sorry you got the sack.

It doesn't matter. I'm used to it.

Stand by, please. Stand by, please.

The following to report immediately
to No.5 hangar on special duty.

Pilot, John Peters... Pilot, John Peters.

- Now we know.
- Well, good luck, John.

Observer, J Nicholl's...

- Observer, J Nicholls...
- Well, sorry, boys.

Navigation Officer, R Mackenzie.

- Navigation Officer, R Mackenzie.
- Thais me, boys.

- Let me have your book.
- Don't lose my place.

And Wireless Operator, C Scott.

- Well, here we go, boys.
- Best of luck, lads.

Wireless Operator, C Scott.

So the lot didn't fall
on Elisha after all, eh?

Peters didn't seem keen on going.
He was mumbling about presentiments.

Why have they broken up the crews? Your
sparks, my observer, Wilson's navigator.

They think each crew's in the pay
of a different government.

If they mix us all up, we shan't be able to
agree which foreign power to sell out to.

Here's the course, Peters.

Take things easy.
We don't know what you may run into.

- I understand.
- Get off and good luck.

Thank you.

QE97 calling... QE97 calling...

Visibility good.

Visibility good. Climbing for speed test.

Climbing for speed test.

Cloud level 5,000. Cloud level 5,000.

Airspeed 225.

Airspeed 225 miles per hour.

- 225 miles an hour.
- She's got the old type beat.

- Much the same.
- You're too modest by half.

Off Land's End and making for open sea.

Off Land's End. Making for open sea.

The plane should be along anytime now.

Hello, Ray Room. Let us know immediately
you intercept the plane's wireless.

Report immediately
you intercept the plane's wireless.

I've got them. Coming through now, sir.

Do not lose them. Bridge.

Ray Room's hearing their
wireless reports now.

Good.

Stand by for speed test.
Stand by for speed test.

302.

Airspeed 302 mites per hour.

Airspeed 302 mites per hour.

Speed now... 302 miles an hour.

Speed now... 302 mites an hour.

17,000 metres, south by southwest.

Make sure there are no other ships near us.

Airspeed 330 miles per hour.

- Speed now 330.
- She'll do it! She'll do it!

330 miles an hour.

Speed now 330 miles an hour.

330 miles an hour.

Aircraft approaching, bearing Green 27.

Aircraft approaching, bearing Green 27.

Aircraft approaching, Green '27.

Aircraft approaching, bearing Green '27.

Radio transmission received
from aircraft E97.

Radio transmission received
from aircraft E97.

E97 now coming through
on screen of Control Tower.

E97 now coming through
on screen of Control Tower.

Bridge.

The plane's in focus now.

Right.

Control Tower reports plane in focus, sir.

Turn on the ray.

Aircraft E97 coming into range on the ray.

Aircraft E97 coming into range on the ray.

- Three-five.
- Speed now 350.

Inform, please, ray is switched on.

All ready, sir.

Contact!

- We've got it!
- Good!

- Both engines cut. Report.
- The set's dead. Something's blown.

Contact with Peters is completely out sir.

We'll have to bail out.

Keep on trying, man.
It must be only a radio breakdown.

I hope so.

Dump as much petrol as you can.

- There's a ship below.
- What is it?

Looks like a dredger.

I hope he brings her down gently.

- We'll circle and pancake down to her.
- Good.

Hope she won't have to dredge for us.

- Clear away forward derrick.
- Boatswain!

Aye aye, sir.

Clear away the forward
derrick and stand by!

Aye aye, sir.

Clear away the hatches
and prepare the derricks!

- How was that, lads?
- A mother couldn't put a baby down gentler.

- They're coming.
- Any way to get aboard?

What happened to these engines?

We'll bring her alongside the plane.
Slow ahead both.

Slow ahead both.

' Stop! ' Stop.

- Swing out the derricks and bring her aboard.
- Swing out the derricks!

Aye aye, sir.

Make her fast and heave away.

Make her fast and heave away!

She's a beauty.

All right, get down.

- Looks like a proper rescue.
- Get down.

Boatswain! Take them below.

Aye aye, sir.

Absolutely no trace, sir.
I've drawn a blank everywhere.

Hello. We've lost contact with Peters.

Last reported ten miles out to sea off
Land's End. Send up every plane and search.

McVane, McVane, Peters has faded out,
ten miles off Land's End!

- Did he radio any trouble?
- Not a word. They were doing 440

when the whole works cut out.

- If they're down, they're sure to be picked up.
- No, he's gone the same way as Griggs.

Stand by. AH pilots and mechanics
to report outside the west hangar.

That's us, boys!

I'm glad it wasn't you, Mr McVane.

What does it matter who it was?
What about Peters?

- Was he married?
- Yes.

- Any children?
- A boy and a girl.

- Where do they live?
- In Highgate... Why do you want to know?

Just curious. Aren't you
going to look for them?

Of course, we're all going!
But it's too late!

Let me know what happens.

You'll read it in the papers.

Spread over the course fanlike.

McVane, keep dead on it. The others will
be five miles apart on either side.

Now get off.

Yes, it's one of our planes, all right.

It's A-B-T-D.

That's McVane, looking for us.

Wish he could find us.

The searching plane asks
whether we've seen E97.

- Report we have seen nothing.
- We've seen nothing.

Oh, he's off.

I see. All right, thanks.

The Air Ministry have said
they have a search patrol standing by.

- They won't act until your last pilot has reported.
- They have, except McVane.

What's he playing at?
The rest have been back an hour.

- Perhaps he's found something.
- Think so?

- Plane landing, Mr Barrett.
- That'll be McVane.

Well?

Come on, man, what did you find?

Didn't you find anything?
What the blazes have you been doing?

What do you think? Joyriding?

I've been over the course
half a dozen times - not a trace.

The Savonia outward bound, a few trawlers
and the Viking on a salvage job.

- None of them reported a thing.
- No sign of oil?

When you didn't come back,
we thought you'd found something.

Your optimism is touching! That plane
was lost when it left the ground.

What are you suggesting?
Let's get this thing straight.

You're criticizing the pilot.
I see your game!

No, that pilot was one of the best you had.

- He's trying to say the plane isn't airworthy.
- No, the plane was 100%.

- What are you insinuating?
- It's obvious to anyone but you.

You won't admit the fact that there's
something very wrong with your factory.

Those planes didn't just disappear.

Enough, McVane! This is a very serious
charge at a moment like this!

You've said this before in front of witnesses.
Lucky for you I don't take you to court.

Keep your eyes off the yellow press
and your mouth shut!

You'd like everybody's mouth shut!

If you've anything more to say,
say it off my payroll!

Do you want me any more tonight, sir?
Is there anything else I can do tonight?

Tell me what's happened to my plane.

As a matter of fact, sir,
if you could excuse me,

I know the wives of the men pretty well and I
thought I might prepare them for the bad news.

- It isn't certain. There's still hope.
- Yes, sir.

Even then, I thought it might be kinder...

Do what you like. Get out of here.

Well, what do you make of it, eh?

Losing two aeroplanes, one after the other.
It must be some defect. It must be!

There can't be anything
in that nonsense about enemy agents.

- Perhaps it isn't nonsense.
- What if it is enemy agents,

and they have got that new supercharger?

- What supercharger?
- The one we were trying out.

- It wasn't on the aeroplane.
- What are you talking about?

- You sent instructions to have it changed.
- Are you mad?

- Here's your note.
- I never sent any note.

- You signed it.
- I never signed anything.

- That isn't my signature.
- Then whose is it?

It's mine.

What the blazes are you doing here?

I shared your view as to the importance of the
supercharger, so I removed it for this flight.

- Did you fellows know anything about this?
BOTH: No.

I resent your intrusion
in my factory, Hammond.

I won't say any more,
as you saved a valuable piece of apparatus.

But in view of your means
of achieving your end...

In view of your attitude... l don't
think I'll come in. Good night.

Well, are you going to sit here all night?

Have you any objection?

No. Are you all right?

Yes, thank you. Why wouldn't I be?

- I was worried about you.
- Why?

The others had been back for over an hour
and I thought something had happened.

I see.

That was very kind of you.

- No news, I suppose?
- Nothing.

Vanished.

- Could they have drifted off their course?
- Not possible.

- Scott was reporting to the Control Tower till...
- Till what?

Look here,
why do you ask so many infernal questions?

Just wanted to know.

- Do you mind if I ask just one more question?
- Well?

What are you going to do now?

I ought to go to Whitehall and create
such a stink with the Air Ministry

that Barrett and half the British
Intelligence department are liquidated!

What I'm going to do is to get drunk.

Mind if I join you?

No... l don't mind.

I don't mind who I'm with tonight.

- I'll change and meet you in the car park.
- Right.

Centre 6000.

News editor, please.

Kay Lawrence here.

Hello, Kay. All right, go ahead.

Continuation of plane disappearance story.

Radio cutout
as plane attaining maximum speed.

Radio has questioned all ships in vicinity,
but plane not sighted.

Factory squadron wide search fruitless.

Last search plane just returned,
have questioned Chief Test Pilot McVane.

Won't talk but suspects sabotage.

Missing crew:

Pilot, John Peters...

Observer, J Nicholls...

Navigation, R Mackenzie. Radio, C Scott.

- Peters married. Two children.
- One girl, one boy.

I'm spending the evening with McVane.
Will ring later.

Good. Follow it up for all it's worth
and I'll hold space.

OK.

So that's it.

Just a rotten little newspaper woman.

On the contrary, rather a good one.

Just a lying little sneak,
playing the sympathetic girlfriend

to a bunch of fellows half mad because their
pals have cracked up doing a decent job.

I'm trying to do a decent job too.

Spying on people's private lives,

so illiterate scribblers can serve up
sensational trash with the morning bacon.

The public have a right to know the truth.

Who employs you? Who pays the bill
for your smug flying-field superiority?

The public.

Sounds fine and dandy. Noble.

- Go ahead, justify your pay cheque.
- Do you think I like writing about Peters?

I knew them. Do you think they
got a square deal? Do you?

Didn't you say you ought to go to
the Air Ministry, if you had the nerve?

But you haven't. You'll get drunk,
so I'm doing the only thing I can.

If you won't tell the authorities,
I can tell the public.

Their best pilots are sacrificed
to obstinacy and somebody's pride.

Griggs, Peters, and maybe you tomorrow.

Yes, you tomorrow - what about that?

At least I wouldn't have to see you again.

Come in.

Just had a code message through
from the Viking. They didn't get the plane.

They did - it is even in the newspapers.

They got a plane, but the new
supercharger wasn't fitted to it.

- What is your explanation?
- Perhaps Jenkins can explain when he arrives.

Jenkins? You do not think he will walk out?

No... at least, not until he's paid.

Hm.

This is extremely serious, gentlemen.

Now we shall have to wait
for another test flight.

To wait may mean the Tower of London.

But to go back without the supercharger
would mean...

- Yes'?
- Jenkins.

Bring that chair. And you, let him in.

Sorry I'm late. I had difficulty
getting away from the office.

- Everything went marvellously, didn't it?
- Marvellously.

Supposing we talk a bit of business, eh?

Certainly. Sit down.

Now, Jenkins, what exactly is your game?

Game? You got the plane,
it's in the papers.

There were no newspapermen aboard the ship.

Salvage costs money.
Our salvage costs a great deal of money.

Besides, it is dangerous.

I do not like to sacrifice good lives
on account of wrong information.

Wrong information?

The new supercharger was not on that plane.

What? But I... I don't understand.

No, neither do we.

Well, you don't think that l...?

- No, we don't think.
- We are sure.

Well, naturally,
I'll investigate, I'll make enquiries...

You will do nothing. You have
already done enough. You are lying.

- I'm not, I swear.
- Shut up.

- What do you want me to do?
- Put yourself in a safe place, if you can.

Now, get out!

- There he is.
- Let him have it!

- No, no, not here.
- He's going round the corner.

Follow him.

You shouldn't do things like that.
You ought to be careful.

- But...
- Don't take it so much to heart.

A miss is as good as a mile.

But don't you see? They meant to get me.

Look here, let's calm down a bit.
Let's go for a little walk.

Who... Who meant to do what?

I had a row with those men. They followed me
round in that car and tried to run me over.

It's my business. Let me go.

That's no way to treat a man who
snatched you from the jaws of death.

You're a trifle rattled, but I think
I know a cure for that. Come inside.

Er... two double brandies, please, miss.

There's four beers and two
ales in front of you.

- My friend isn't feeling very well.
- Oh... he does look a bit off.

- That should settle your complaint.
- What complaint?

I never saw anyone so petrified with fear
in my life.

- Neat?
- Very neat.

Now, drink that down and have another.

You must admit we're doing our best
to nurse you back to health.

I don't see why you want
to bother about me.

My weakness - can't keep my nose out
of other people's business.

- I'd advise you to keep yours out of mine.
- In a jam?

- Supposing I am?
- You were running away from something...

- or was it someone?
- What's your line of business?

I used to do a spot of flying.

Not that you'd know anything about that.

Oh? What are the odds?

Do you work for Barrett & Ward?

- Have you seen me before?
- I've seen a lot of you recently.

Been... following me?

No, I've been waiting for you to come home.

You live at 25 Elder
Street, across the road.

Are you a copper?

No, if I were, you'd be
very glad to see me.

Or would you rather see
some of those other friends of yours?

What do you mean?

If I were a copper, I'd lock you up
for giving away your country's secrets.

As it is, I'm more interested
in the people paying you.

They'll bump you off, Jenkins.

Then, of course, you know that, don't you?

What do you want me to do?
I'll do anything.

Supposing we go to your place
and have a little chat.

Come along.

You'd never have got a word out of me
if it hadn't been...

Come in.

- Sit down.
- Ah, comfortable.

You'd never have got a word out of me if
it hadn't been for that dirty lot of rats.

How many rats?

Oh, plenty.

Was one of them... a lady rat?

As a matter of fact, there is a girl.

She's marvellous.

I can't get her out of my mind.
I can't do anything because of her.

I can't eat or sleep or... or think.

Hello, hello.

Daphne, my darling, sorry, I shan't be able
to have dinner with you tonight.

But, darling, I'm all ready to go!

I'm sure you look beautiful
but I can't make it.

We'll go riding tomorrow.
I'll call for you at eight.

There's something I must tell you.

Tell me tomorrow, I can't stop now.

I'll call for you at eight.

Oh. Ls Mr Jenkins here?

- Yes.
- Can I see him?

He's er... lying down at the moment.

- Oh.
- Are you a pal of his?

- Well, I know him.
- Good show, good show.

Why?

Got an appointment with him?

He asked me to come and see him.
He's a clerk where I work.

Barrett & Ward's. Good show.

You seem to be very well up in everything.

News gets round.

Look here, I want to see Mr Jenkins.

And so you shall.

Stop that. Dial 999.

Hello. Miss? The police, please.

Hello?

Hello, is that the police?

I'm at 25 Elder Street.

A man's been shot and I've got the fellow
who did it. Send someone.

- And bring a van.
- And bring a van.

- Why a van?
- We don't want to walk, do we?

I suppose you realise the spot you're in?

I daresay I caught you
at rather an awkward moment.

Yes, very. I was just trying to think.

You realise this man was shot
by a bullet fired through that window?

Where do you come in?

I'm the bloke looking
for the missing planes.

I have an official status
but I don't carry a truncheon.

You just carry a gun.

If you'll examine that gun,
you'll see it's not been fired.

Oh.

Well, why was he killed?

To account, rendered and fully paid,
for one aeroplane and four lives.

You mean Jenkins gave the show away?

Exactly.

And now we know so much about each other,
perhaps you'll let me have my gun back.

You know, old boy, to fire this gun,
you must release the safety catch.

- Good night, Inspector.
- It's been charming.

Oh, a second!

Thanks.

Come and meet Blenkinsop.
He's a perfect swine.

- Good evening, Blenkinsop.
- Evening, sir.

Rather late, but we have
your white tie laid out.

- We can lay it away again.
- Have we forgotten our engagement?

- We've cancelled it.
- We'll lose our young lady if we're not careful.

We'll lose our gentleman's gentleman
if we don't mind our own business.

- Some whisky?
- Lots of it.

Pity about Jenkins getting bumped off,
poor fellow.

It happened a moment too
soon, that's the point.

He was about to talk.
We might have had something to go on.

- It's about time you did.
- Huh?

Look here. Barrett & Ward
build the best aeroplanes in the world.

The best fellows in the world
drive the guts out of them

so we can build better ones, risking
their necks for a few pounds a week.

Then eight of our boys and two machines
disappear, and a bloke gets murdered.

You Secret Service chaps are waiting
for something to go on - not very slick.

Working miracles is pan of our daily job. You're
like the press and a lot of other people.

You say, "The Secret Service is lying down
on us. Sack the lot of them." The...

- Good evening, miss.
- Major Hammond in?

- Yes, but he's busy at the moment.
- I'll wait.

But...

"Secret Service fooled by foreign agents. British
espionage in the pay of foreign powers."

- Excuse me, sir.
- You're excused.

- I know the girl who wrote this trash.
- What?

Got herself taken on as a
waitress at our place.

Got on with the fellows,
pretending to sympathize,

and she was a newspaper reporter
ferreting out the inside dope.

- She was at your canteen posing as a waitress?
- Yeah, why not put a stop to that sort of thing?

I will. H! Put a stop
to it this very night.

- Sir!
- Sir to you. Go away.

- I've stood enough from this young female.
- And she's not a bad-looking girl.

If she'd been on the level,
I might have fallen for her.

- She wants a darn good spanking!
- Spanking. If I had my way...

You there... Why didn't Blenkinsop tell me?

Yes, sir.

Did I or did I not tell you I wanted
everything connected with this Q Plane case

kept out of your wretched little news rag?

You did, darling.

Then kindly explain with what precise object you
thought fit to go back on our understanding.

I didn't know there was one.

You can hardly call jumping up and down

and telling me to be quiet every
time I speak an understanding.

If so, I'm afraid it was a
misunderstanding - on your pan.

Anything published about the case is a handicap
to me in the prosecution of my profession.

And my profession as a journalist?

You can't compare the relative importance
of our professions.

How dare you! A job's a job.

Just because I happen to do mine efficiently,
and you don't, that's your affair.

Don't expect me to get a new job. You get
one. Something you can do - a bartender.

Change my job! This is my sister.

Now, look here, Kay, this is serious.

- This is McVane, one of Barrett & Ward's pilots.
- We've met.

Yes, we've met. Your sister?

We all have our burdens to carry. Now...

I don't mind you entertaining crooks
or drunks or people from your club,

but I draw the line at ill-mannered prigs!

Yes, well, I'd have done anything
to help you, Hammond, old man,

but if it means coming into contact with this
heartless, two-faced our Miss Fleet Street 1938,

you can count me out.

I've met some queer specimens since I
took up reporting, but never once...

We know all about them. We've read about
their private lives, what they think...

- Stop, please.
- Go on. I'm on your side. I'd like to say...

- You'll find it all over the front page.
- You won't find that on the front page.

But you will find
that it takes more than a thin pilot

and a fat Secret Service agent
to muzzle the press.

And if they lie down on their jobs and
planes get pinched from under their noses,

we'll see what a two-faced, female reporter
can do about it! Good night!

There you are.
There's the modern woman for you.

She's a grand girl, isn't she?

Women. Women -
what should we do without them?

I tell you, McVane,
I love everything about them.

Their touching loyalty,
their astonishing self-sacrifice.

And their still more astonishing sacrifice
of everybody else.

Their modesty, their conceit.

Their preposterous dress,
their ridiculous hats.

Their silly little handbags with a pathetic little
bunch of things they carry around inside them.

Little purses, mirrors...

sticky lipsticks, nonsensical compacts.

Compacts.

- Blenkinsop!
- Sir.

- We're going out. A white tie and tails.
- But I've just laid them away.

- What? You knew I was going out.
- You told me you'd cancelled it.

How could I have cancelled it,
when I've only just thought of it?

Excuse me, sir.
Is there anything I can do for you?

Yes, I've called to see Miss Sonia...
erm... Miss Sonia...

- Do you mean Miss Sonia Blake, sir?
- Miss Blake, that's it. Miss Blake.

- Is she expecting you?
- Oh, yes.

- And your name is...?
- I'm her friend Mr Jenkins.

- Oh, no. You're not Mr Jenkins.
- Yes, I am.

- Oh, no, sir.
- Oh, yes. Really, look here.

Here's my card.

Well, maybe you are a bit like Mr Jenkins.

- Aha.
- I'll just ring, sir.

- Good show, good show.
- Yes, been running for six months.

- Oh, must be... a good show.
- Oh, it is a jolly good show.

Er... A Mr Jenkins is here.

What's that? Oh, coming right down, sir.

- Mind if I use your mirror?
- Help yourself.

Y'all wanna see me?

Er... Oh, er...

Are you Miss Sonia Blake?

- No. She's a little fat girl.
- Oh. Do you think I could see her?

- Does she wanna see you?
- It's a surprise.

- Miss Blake don't like surprises.
- I still hope she might like me.

Yes, sir. I think she's gonna
like you all right. Come with me.

That's her, that's talking.
Miss Sonia's always talking.

A well-educated girl
from one of the best families in Kansas.

Setting out in the world, full of
lovely ideals and beautiful thoughts.

Working myself to the bone, giving my
best to the public and my employers.

Struggling with a lot of dumb managers who are too
stupid to recognise the talents of a real artist.

And then... along comes Cupid
and steals into my tired heart.

And what happens? The silly dumb guy
goes and gets himself bumped off.

It's cruel. It's heartless.
It's inconsiderate.

It's terrible.

Here was me, all lit up
with love for the guy.

Why, I'd even decided to sacrifice my an
and marry him.

- Why did he get bumped off?
- I don't know.

- I haven't any idea.
- Must've got mixed up in something crooked.

- If he did, he didn't tell me anything about it.
- What was his business?

Oh, he was a gold diver or something.

A gold diver?

He said something about going down and digging
up gold from the bottom of the ocean.

What do you mean,
digging up gold from the ocean?

- Don't ask me.
- Who do the police think did it?

They don't know.

They've asked me thousands of questions.
I don't know anything about it.

All I know is, I sure did love that guy. I don't
know how I'm gonna face life without him.

- Did you see Miss Sonia?
- Yes, I did.

Would you give her that, please?

- Yes, sir. Sure.
- Thank you.

- 19 Dover Square.
- Did you see her?

Yes, I saw her. She's a perfect blank.

Right.

- Less enthusiasm, please. This is Britain.
- Well, a story's a story - and is this a story!

- If it's yours, it's all lies.
- Isn't that what you want?

- Jenkins was in Barrett & Ward's?
- Yes. He sacked me.

- And you murdered him.
- Yes.

- It wouldn't surprise me.
- I can take it across the street, it's a scoop.

Plane disappears. Secret Service man
on the premises. Major Hammond baffled.

Scoop? It's a steam shovel!
Hey, hold that front page!

Follow it up. Get to the works.
Find out about Jenkins.

You're onto the biggest thing since
that film star was bitten by an oyster.

- And I love you!
- Less enthusiasm, please.

This is Britain.

I cannot congratulate you. Not to get
the supercharger was unfortunate.

But to court publicity by killing
this little crook, it was criminal.

But I said no guns. Karl,
did I not say no guns?

Why did you have to use a gun?

We had no choice.
He was in his flat with Major Hammond.

- Hammond? Who's he?
- Espionage.

- We will shoot Hammond.
- You will not shoot Hammond.

Shoot, shoot. All you say is shoot!

You have properly put the wind up them.

They'll probably cancel the test and we shall
have the whole force after us. Unless...

Unless what, Baron?

Unless we can restore confidence.

I think I have a way to restore confidence.

The Baron always has a way.

Lucky for you, my friend.

Now... this is what you shall do...

Good morning, sir.
Have you read the paper?

Blenkinsop, how could I
have read the paper?

- Shall I read it to you, sir?
- No, I can read, you fool.

- Miss Kay's been at it again, sir.
- Blah, blah... "Major Hammond baffled."

- Why don't you try corporal punishment?
- She ought to be hanged.

Oh, a message from Mr Barrett, sir.
Call the office immediately.

- Most urgent.
- Barrett... Barrett.

Urgent? What's up?

Why didn't you tell me?

- I have told you, sir.
- Get out of here, you fool. Pour me a cup of tea.

Hello, Daphne, my darling. I'm awfully sorry.
I can't come riding with you this morning.

But, Charles, I'm all ready to go.

I know. You look beautiful.

But I've ordered the horses.

I'm sure you can explain things to them,
my dear.

Charles, there's something
I simply must talk to you about.

Can't stop now. We'll dine at Claridge's.
I'll call for you at eight.

- Mr Barrett, Major...
- ..Hammond, to see you.

- Do you mind my pipe?
- No, sit down.

- You want to discuss the Jenkins affair?
- Yes, it's a terrible business.

- It's beginning to make me think.
- Perhaps Jenkins didn't die in vain.

- Who could do such a cold-blooded thing?
- Some cold-blooded people.

- Don't tell me there wasn't a woman in it.
- She wasn't the cause of the crime.

Merely the recipient of
the reward of treachery.

Keep it simple.
I can't cope with literary expressions.

Two of your aeroplanes
have mysteriously disappeared.

Your confidential secretary
has been mysteriously murdered.

Would it be too much to suggest
that these three events are linked?

There may be something in what you say.

I believe Jenkins was linked to those responsible
for the disappearance of your aircraft.

I believe they killed him because
they thought he'd let them down.

- Let them down?
- Double-crossed them.

- When they didn't get the supercharger.
- I never thought I'd follow your way of thinking.

I'm beginning to say there must be...

Now what did I tell you. Foul play indeed.
I never heard such nonsense.

The wreckage of the E97's
been found washed up in Cornwall.

Thank heaven it arrived
before I made an ass of myself.

I always said it was an accident.
This proves I'm right.

We don't need to continue this interview.

You're going to dismiss the affair?

- It's all explained.
- Jenkins' murder?

The least said about him, the better.

Getting mixed up in a crime de passion.
It's horrible! Good morning.

Mr Barrett, you're wasted here.

With your genius for sitting on either side
of the fence, you ought be in the Government,

were it not for your resilience which denotes
a remarkable career as a tennis ball.

Stroud, the wreckage of the E97's
been found washed up in Cornwall.

Prepare the 131 for test tomorrow.

Morning, sir.
Marshal Gosport wishes to see you.

Mr Barrett has...

been on the phone this morning.

And Marshal Gosport...

has read the morning paper.

Well, Hammond,
I hope now you are satisfied.

- Are you satisfied?
- Not about this.

If I object to this publicity you're getting,
you'll say it's part of an ingenious plan.

It is a plan, but not mine.

- Did you ever have a sister?
- Fortunately not.

Hammond, you'll have to check up
this aeroplane business.

- It's not pleasant to be proved wrong...
- A man may be proved wrong and yet be right.

- That statement's a sophistry.
- And that's the word I want. Sophistry.

You behaved extremely rashly.

You persisted in your theories
on the flimsiest grounds

and now this balderdash in the newspapers!

- It's most damaging. It's not like you.
- I agree.

You'd be best out of the country
until the ridicule dies down.

There's a nasty business
needs investigating in Palestine.

- It's right down your street.
- And Jenkins' murder?

Jenkins was involved with some woman.
You told me so.

She had nothing to do with the case.
I explored that gold mine.

But Jenkins selling plane information?

What about that same
plane found in Cornwall?

- What about the first aeroplane that was lost?
- It will be washed up somewhere else.

- So you insist that I am wrong?
- Yes.

What does that remind you of?

West African tribal murders.

Was I right when Blackwell of the
Colonial Office said I was crazy?

You were both right.

When did I send you that?

Yes, yes, you were right
in the Burmese amber case...

the Chilean nitrates, the Assam tea-poisoners,
and The Times crossword last Friday.

All the same,
you leave for Palestine on Saturday.

Saturday. Today's Wednesday.

What are my orders in the meantime?

Oh, finish your puzzle!

Yes, perhaps I will.

- Perhaps I will.
- Perhaps you what, sir?

Finish the puzzle.

Sophistry Uh-uh. You're wrong.

No...

I'm right.

I'm absolutely... right.

I couldn't be wrong. I'm right.

I'm absolutely, absolutely,

absolutely right.

I'm right.

I'm right. I'm...

You're right.

Yes.

- Quite right.
- OK, guvnor.

Jenkins is murdered, planes vanish.

I know I'm right.

We're right. We're right.

I'm sure we're right.

- Here we are, sir.
- I'm right, Blenkinsop.

- Who said you were wrong, sir?
- Everybody.

- They're wrong.
- You're right.

- Have we any carrots? Parsnips?
- Yes, sir. Yes.

- Cabbages? Sausages?
- Yes. Yes.

- Onions?
- Yes.

- Garlic?
- No!

- McVane, you want to see me?
- No, you wanted to see me.

We'll settle that later.

We're testing the 131 at daybreak.

I was thinking who should pilot the ship.
Do you think you'd be up for it?

Cut the pompous condescension.
I know you're in a spot for a pilot.

I know you hate my guts, and would
rather die than admit you need me.

If you want me to take that ship up,
ask me decently

or else explain to the Air Ministry
why pilots won't fly your planes.

You don't believe that mystery nonsense?

Yes. I've shouted it to you for a week.
It's why I wanted to go.

All right! All right!
Will you, as a favour, take that plane up?

Well, of course I will,
you pudding-minded myopic deadhead!

- And mind you bring it down again or...
- I know, I'll be off the payroll.

- Hello, sir.
- Major Hammond in?

Yes, he's in. In a stew.

- Something eating you?
- No, something we're going to eat.

- What are you talking about?
- He's got one of those there.

- What? Where?
- In there. See for yourself, sir.

Oh, no, old boy. You're wrong.

Ha-ha! It seems I've
been wrong all the time.

- It does?
- Barrett says so.

- He does?
- Gosport says so.

- He does?
- The press say so.

They do? And now I say so.

- Ah, hold that, will you?
- Yes. Ooh! Ooh!

You see, it was obviously an accident.

- If you ask me, it was intentional.
- It was an accident in the first place.

- It was an accident in France.
- Naturellement.

- An accident in the States.
- You said it.

And so I'm wrong.
Completely, utterly, abysmally wrong.

Then... they take me off the case.

- That's wonderful. That's perfect.
- What's up?

They've taken you off the case
and I take up the 131 tomorrow.

- You are?
- Yes.

That fool's sending you...

- Oh, la belle France.
- Oui, oui. La belle France.

Very unfunny and very bad French.

But it doesn't matter. I'm not a
newspaper spy now. I got the sack.

- Why?
- I was wrong.

Wrong? Come inside, you're one of us.

- You know McVane?
- We've met.

- Have a carrot.
- Thank you.

When you were a little girl,
you had a room upstairs, with red curtains.

- I'm already in it.
- No, you're here making a nuisance of yourself.

- Now, run along.
- Have you read the newspapers?

- We have.
- Well, in my opinion...

the Cornwall wreckage wasn't washed up.

Kay!

Send Blenkinsop down here.

- You go on your flight tomorrow morning?
- Yes.

- With the new supercharger?
- Yes.

- You know your route yet?
- Not yet.

- Do you know how to cook?
- Not yet.

- You can start now.
- You sent for me?

- Pack a bag, we're going away.
- Where to, sir?

- The sea shore.
- What about the stew?

Post it on to me.

Hey, Kay, come here a moment.

- Why the sudden dash to the sea?
- Why not?

- You've got me there. KAY: Yes?

Be a good girl and stay by the telephone.
I may need you.

- Right.
- Ooh, and Kay?

- Don't let that fella spoil the stew.
- I'll do my best.

- All ready, sir.
- Ah.

Ah. Come on. Quick.

- Seriously, why don't you get a husband?
- Where from?

Oh, anywhere.

- You'd have no difficulty.
- No?

- No, not if you put your mind to it.
- Oh, my mind.

Yes, good women are scarce.

You'd make a grand wife, honestly.

- Because I can cook?
- That is a selling point.

I suppose you don't want a nice plain cook?

Me? No.

Whatever made you think that?

- Pass me the pepper, please.
- Here.

Think of the advantages of marriage.

You wouldn't have to go off
tramping round making an ass of yourself

just to earn money.

I take that to be a description
of newspaper reporting.

All that son of thing.

A married woman doesn't have to descend
to vulgarities to keep herself going.

Of all the pompous, conceited snobs I have
ever met, you are the most insufferable.

Do you know, for one appalling moment,
I thought you were going to propose to me.

I would have had
the great pleasure of telling you

that life with you would
be my idea of purgatory.

I hope I never set eyes on you again.
Goodbye!

Oh, I erm... forgot. I'm living here.

As I can't bounce out of the house,
would you mind removing yourself?

Goodbye, darling.

Any tampering or souvenir-hunting
while this was on the beach?

The local copper sat on it until
we arrived. That's his trademark.

This wreckage hasn't been in the
sea 48 hours. No corrosion.

Look here. Look. Fresh as
when it left the works.

She might have crashed on a rock
and been dragged off during high tide.

I suppose the sea took a wrench
and snapped this off.

And held it in a vice here to do the trick.

- Wonderful! Where's the engine?
- Probably sank when she broke up.

I suppose the sea undid this nut
to get the engine off.

And then put the nut back again.

Unfortunately it forgot the split pin,
very careless of the sea.

This plane never met with an accident.
She was broken up.

And whoever did it has kept the engine
and the accessories.

- Who found the stuff?
- A fisherman named Mattie.

Probably be at the local pub.
Not a moment to lose.

- They open at six. Coming?
- Sorry.

So you went fishing for sand eels
and found an aeroplane, eh?

I lost my breakfast, I reckon.

Another pint of breakfast for Mattie.

- Thank you, sir.
- What time of day was it?

Early morning. You have to catch the turn
of the tide for sand eels.

And she turned about a quarter before six
last Tuesday.

- And being the nips...
- Nips?

- He do mean the neap - low tide, sir.
- I mean the nips.

And not much wind a-blowing inshore,
she did run out fast.

Yes, well, the wreckage came inshore.

Maybe she come over the bar
and the bar kept her.

- The bar?
- He do mean the whale's back, out yonder.

I mean the bar!

How much water would there be at high tide
over the bar during the hips?

On a calm night, not more
than four or five feet.

Ah, looks as if that wreckage
knew the channel, eh?

- That's right.
- How'd it be if it were towed into the harbour?

I reckon him as towed
it would claim salvage.

- Salvage. That's the way to coin money.
- Aye.

Take the Viking out yonder.
There's salvage for you.

Right digging for gold
and knowing it's there.

Digging for gold?

Aye. Raising the gold from the Panther.

Digging for gold.

Did a fellow called Jenkins
ever come down here from London?

- No, sir.
- Who'll row me out to the Viking?

Be a long row.
She upped anchor the night afore last.

- What?
- Aye. I heard they said

they couldn't do no more this season.

- Have you got a telephone here?
- Aye, sir. Right through here.

But you have to go round there.

- Who is that fellow?
- I don't know. I never seen him before.

He talks a lot, don't he?

Hello! Hello!

Hello, I want to speak to London.

Give me Portman 2323.

Hello.

Daphne, my darling, I'm dreadfully sorry, I can't
possibly have dinner with you this evening.

But I'm all ready to go.

Oh, I'm sure you look beautiful,
but I just can't make it. Look here.

I'll call at your flat on Saturday.

Now, listen, Charles. You must listen. I've
something very important to say to you.

Tell me on Saturday, my sweet.
Must dash now.

Charles, will you be here
tomorrow definitely?

Oh, definitely, Daphne.

- Hello?
- Hello, hello. Is that you, Kay?

Yes. Are you enjoying yourself?
How's the weather?

This is no time for asking
silly questions. Listen.

Go to Lloyd's. You understand?
Lloyd's. Shipping register.

Find out the movements over the last two years
of a salvage vessel called the Viking. Viking.

V, V-l, V-l-K... Vik... Viking.

- Ah, salvage vessel.
- That's the one.

February '38, off Toulon.

Off Toulon.

February '38.

April 20th, off Los Angeles.

Off Los Angeles?

April 20th.

July 9th, off Kronstadt.

Off Kronstadt. July 9th.

September 17th, off Cornish coast.

- Left October 10th.
- Where is she now?

- Last reported off the Welsh coast.
- Her destination?

- Bound for Merlin Bay.
- Merlin Bay. Thank you.

Yeah. What... what...
What's the new destination?

- Sailing up the Welsh coast towards Merlin Bay.
- Listen, Kay, this is desperately important.

There's a test flight tomorrow morning
from Barrett & Ward's over Merlin Bay.

I'm going there now. Stop that flight.
See Barrett, see Gosport.

I'll have conclusive evidence.

Stop the flight? How?
If they won't listen to you, what can I do?

Stop that flight.
McVane's the pilot. Do everything you can.

McVane? But why didn't you...

I'll do something.

- Did you send for the car, sir?
- Yes, can you take me to Penzance station?

- The last time she did the job, she didn't like it.
- Oh, I wouldn't be surprised.

- Ha, it's a tidy trip.
- Well, step on it tidily.

- Here you are, McVane.
- Oh, thank you.

With this new supercharger, pressure
is practically nil under 1,000 revs.

But she goes up in a much sharper curve
than the old type.

- Teaching me how to fly a plane?
- You're impossible.

- Go over those stays.
- I've been over them.

Go over them again and
do something with that.

Now, miss, what's your business?

- I must see Mr Barrett.
- That's impossible.

Use the house telephone.
Tell him I must see him.

Aren't you the newspaper lady
that was in the canteen?

- Is Mr McVane in the hangar?
- You er... a friend of his?

I'm... I'm his fiancee. Don't you see,
I must see him before he goes up.

Well, er... strictly against
orders, miss, but erm...

- John, tell Mr McVane his fiancee's here.
- Tell Mr McVane his fancy's here.

Tell Mr McVane his fancy's here.

McVane, let's get the ship out,
so you can get off.

- Boys, warm her up and fill her up.
- Look, I'm worried about this.

We don't know how the pistons will take it, so
don't give her the gun till you're over the sea.

- Go away. Put your head in a gas mask.
- I don't want to do that.

- McVane. Wanted at the main gate.
- Who by?

- Gentleman's fianc�e, sir.
- He hasn't got one.

- Send the young lady away.
- What does she look like?

- Fairly dark. Pretty, pretty.
- I'd better see her.

You have got a fianc�e? You never told me.
What's she doing here?

I suppose she's come to say goodbye.

You should have done that.
I'm taking no chances.

You're going up now and you're
seeing nobody till you come down.

- Send the young lady away.
- Just a minute.

- Give her that.
- Any message?

- Say that he said, "Goodbye, darling."
- Yes, "Goodbye, darling."

Say he said, "Goodbye, darling."

- Say he said, "Goodbye, darling."
- Thank you.

Thompson,
don't you know how to move a plane?

Here's your course. Well, goodbye.

I shan't forget your doing this,
particularly in the circumstances.

See what she can do and you won't need
to worry about the future while I'm charge.

That won't be for long. Is she loaded?

- Yes.
- Swing her round, boys.

- Isn't that the test plane?
- Well, er... might be.

They're getting ready to go up.
Please let me in.

- Calm yourself. That won't get you in.
- The plane will be wrecked.

He'll be killed. Sergeant, please!

Well, if she doesn't come back,
I'll turn the place into a toy factory.

- They've taken off. They'll be killed. Please!
- Now, miss. Just a minute.

- Here's the watchman, miss.
- Well?

Mr McVane asked me to give you this.

Any message?

He said, "Tell her l said,
'Goodbye, darling."'

Goodbye, darling.

Well, that's what he said.

Cruising at normal revs.
Cruising at normal revs. Zero boost.

Zero boost...

Off Welsh coast.

Ja, ja.

- Altitude 8,000 feet.
- Altitude 8,000 feet.

Airspeed 385 mites per hour.

Airspeed 385 mites per hour.

Airspeed 385 miles per hour.

Visibility very good.

- McVane is going to give her full boost now.
- McVane is going to give her full boost now.

She'll do it this time.

Aircraft E131 approaching 40 miles south.

Aircraft E 131

approaching approximately 40 mites south.

Aircraft E 131 coming fairly fast.

Aircraft E 131 coming fairly fast.

Ah. Got 'em.

Bridge.

- The plane's in focus now.
- Right.

Airspeed now 410 miles per hour.

Boost plus 5.

Inform, please, ray is switched on.

Contact.

They're cutting out.

- Tell Control both engines are cutting out.
- This set's dead. The whole thing's fused.

We've cut out our engines, sir.
She's coming down.

She's died on us, fellows.
History repeats itself.

Get ready to bail out.

- Ship below.
- Where?

There.

- We're in luck.
- In luck?

Well, we'll soon see.

Well, we got what we were after this time.

Put her down nice and neat, Mac.
I don't like bathing.

Keep your seats, gentlemen, please.

Here we are, lads. What do you think?

- We'll get on that ship if we're lucky.
- They're not lowering any boats.

I guess they'll take the plane aboard,
and put us with Peters and Griggs.

- She's very much like the other one.
- With one exception.

Yes.

- Ah, Mr McVane, I believe.
- Yes.

I congratulate you
on your handling of your machine.

- Thank you.
- You made a better landing than Mr Peters.

You have a better head in emergencies.

Yes, I have. Either you send out an SOS
for a ship to take us off immediately,

or I'll blow up the petrol tanks
and we all go up in smoke.

Oh... l see.

- Take them away. Put them with the others.
- Pick him up.

- Full speed ahead.
- Full speed ahead.

How are you feeling?

As if I've been caressing
the wrong end of a machine gun.

Same thing happened to you?
Engines cutout, radio shorted.

Yes, and we floated down like a swan,

to be rescued by a gallant crew,
headed by a sardonic foreign gentleman,

complete with eyeglass and moustache.

- Wait till you meet the skipper.
- Yes, I'm looking forward to that.

- Have you found out anything?
- No, we've been confined to quarters.

- On a diet of silence.
- Ah.

They must have a gadget to bring us down.
I wish I could look around.

- What do you expect to find?
- Marconi was working on a ray when he died.

He could cut a car engine at 25 yards.

They must have perfected
it for long distance.

- That's an idea.
- Let's lodge a complaint.

- A big one. I don't like it here. Come on.
- Hear, hear.

Make for the home port.

- Peters, up on the quarter deck.
- Right.

Nicholls and Mackenzie with me.

Let's go up to the bridge.

Come on!

Drop those guns!

Peters!

- Prisoners have escaped, sir.
- What?

Bring the machine guns.

Cover that machine gun.

He's yours, Mac.

All right. Come on. Put 'em up.

Lock that door.

- Hello, Marshal.
- I've got your destroyer.

But if you're making a fool of me,
heaven help you.

- Commander Mason.
- We've got the Viking's position.

- When can we get off?
- Once you get on.

Sorry to interrupt your fishing
but I hope to hook something big.

I hope so.

Up on the bridge!

- By Jove, she's quick off the mark.
- She's no ordinary salvage vessel.

- How about it, Commander?
- Yeoman?

Sir.

- Signal a heave to.
- Aye aye.

Captain!

Destroyer approaching, sir.
She's signalling us to heave to.

- Stop the engines.
- Don't stop, you fool!

Full speed ahead.
Tell the engineer to increase speed.

Any more speed will break up the engines.

Then break up the engines! More speed!

- They're coming round the other side.
- Swing her round. Quick!

So she really doesn't see the signal.

- Fore gun load, common shell.
- Fore gun load, common shell

I'll put a shot across her bows.

- Fore guns, stand by.
- Fore guns, stand by.

- Fire!
- Fire!

The prisoners have taken the ship.
Destroy the ray apparatus.

So you won't talk, eh?

- Now we'll have to put a shot aboard her.
- Hold on a bit. Our chaps are on board.

- And they're still alive.
- Sony, I have to open fire.

Give her one more chance.

Yeoman, signal for the last time to
heave to or take the consequences.

Aye aye, sir.

We repeat:
"Heave to or take the consequences."

- Are they going to blow up their own men?
- They won't touch us.

I'm not so sure. Keep firing.

A destroyer is threatening to blow us
out of the water if we don't heave to.

Take the gun. Come on, Scott.

- Fore gun load, high explosive.
- Fore gun load, high explosive.

Get over there. Quick!

Signaller. Outside. Outside!

Signal the destroyer not to fire.
Tell them we're heaving to.

They've signalled not to fire.
They're heaving to.

Now signal this.

You...

- They're signalling again.
- Can't make it out. Read it off, Yeoman.

You... were... right... Charles.

Aha!

- I... was... right.
- Good old Tony.

- Kay... was... right_
- What the blazes is all this?

And... the... whole... world...

was... wrong.

That's right. Thank you, Commander.

Here they come.
Hammond and McVane - get them.

- Oi, look!
- Oi! Stop those cameras.

Oh, no, no!

Just a minute, if you don't mind.

- Kay, you can get this one.
- Smile, Charles. Wave your umbrella.

- Hammond, bravo.
- Bravo?

- Got it, Kay?
- Yes, darling.

All right, off we go. See you. Goodbye.

Bye, Charles!

- I congratulate you.
- Congratulate them. They're getting married.

- What's the time?
- 12.

Great Scott!

See you in London.

Here I am, my darling. Dead on time.

Charles, I'm so sorry.
I just can't go out with you today.

- But I'm all ready to go.
- I know, my pet, but I can't make it.

- But you had something to tell me.
- I have. I want you to meet my husband.

- How do you do, old boy, old boy?
- Oh, good show, good show.

Good heavens, darling.
Look at the time. We must fly.

Goodbye, old boy. Goodbye.

Goodbye, darling. I know you wish us
all the happiness in the world.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

I was wrong.

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