All language subtitles for Crossplot (Rakoff, Alvin 1969)_BDRip.1080p.x264.AAC_EN

Feel like a swim, mm?

I'll race you to the other bridge.

How about that, eh?

Let's go. Sebastian.

Come on.

Oh.

Come on.

There they are!

Get on.

Come on. That's it now.

Let me get, no, wait.

Hey. wait, wait, wait.

Stop. stop, please. Stop the wagon.

Grab the newspaper! The newspaper!

Give it to Tarquin!

So long. Sebastian.

♪ Love is a wonderful thing ♪

♪ They all say ♪

♪ But it's something that
somehow has not come my way ♪

♪ Though I tried very hard ♪

♪ To find a girl ♪

♪ Who would share in my empty world ♪

♪ And then the places I go ♪

♪ It just seems she is there ♪

♪ But I don't know the face or her name ♪

♪ This is only a dream
that fills my mind ♪

♪ One that I've yet to find ♪

♪ One day I'll find my love ♪

♪ The one I'm dreaming of ♪

♪ The sun will smile above ♪

♪ The day I find my love ♪

♪ There must be someone
who's waiting for me ♪

♪ And if one day that
someone I happen to see ♪

♪ Then I'd promise I'll
never make her cry ♪

♪ I'll be hers 'till I die ♪

No.

Mm?

Gary.

Where are you going?

Got to-

- Don't you ever sleep?
- Only in office hours.

It's no use, guv. It's out of action.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning. Sir Charles.

Get Mr. Fenn
in here at once, will you?

I'm not sure
if he's in yet. Sir Charles.

He'd better be.

I must know how-

Miss Thwaites.

Miss Thwaites.

Yes, dear?

The chairman wants to see him.

I'll tell him as soon as he's free.

I said the chairman
wants to see him at once.

Sorry, dear, but you
know how these geniuses

hate to be disturbed.

I just can't interrupt him.

I don't believe he's in there at all.

For your information.

He's been working on the layout all night.

In which nightclub?

You're not suggesting

that I'm telling a lie, are you?

Maggi? Maggi, you're late.

Get in here at once.

Yes. Mr. Fenn. at once.

I'll see he gets your message.
Miss Tiddiman. Thank you.

Good morning. Commuting by cradle now?

It's the only way to fly. darling.

Put that on ice for me, will you?

- How long have I got?
- Seven minutes.

Oh, I thought I was late.

What does Sir Charles want?

Last-minute reassurance.

- And the mob?
- At a rough guess, the same.

Jim wants to check the order
of the charts with you.

Celia can't remember

which of the stills of
the girl you wanted,

et cetera. et cetera.

Oh, dear. What would they do without me?

Carry on like this, you might find out.

Head down.

Talk about the seven-year itch.
You're not even married yet.

So you need a licence to scratch?

- Ow!
- Well, hold still a minute.

Just think about what other
people want for a change.

After eight jobs in 10 years with you,

I had rather hoped we'd settle here.

There's the health-food
stores across the road,

we're near the underground,

and I can take my
sandwiches into the park.

Maggi. my darling. I promise
you, I won't let you down.

And I'll tell you another thing.

By the time I've got this Chilmore account

tied up this morning. you and I

are both going to be part of
the furniture around here.

There's nothing I like better

than being called an old antique.

Go on. Get out of here.

You can count 20 and
start wheeling 'em in.

20.

- Well. go on. Ask him.
- Go on, ask him.

Thank God. Gary, we've
gotta have some answers.

I must know definitively-

One at a time. Let's have them.

Settle down and let me do the talking.

Remember, it's not just
another cosmetic campaign.

This one's got to have a real personality.

We have to convince Chilmore

he is getting something
unique for his money. right?

Now, let's have a look at the sketches.

Good. Oh, no. not that one.

This is awful. It doesn't say anything.

Now. to achieve this
miracle, we need a girl,

a gorgeous girl that we can
identify with our product:

Miss Swing.

When the All Blacks stagger,
sweating off the rugger field.

Our Miss Swing will be waiting there

with a slice of lemon and a soft embrace.

When the winning driver screams

past the flag at Silverstone.

Our Miss Swing will be waiting there again

to plant a victory kiss
on the winner's brow.

In short. we are going to brainwash

every woman who uses Swing
that she, too, will be mixing

with the most exciting
men in the world today.

So you can see we do need a girl.

Not just an ordinary girl.

But one who has all
the qualities of grace,

glamour, and seductiveness

that the girl next door
knows she hasn't got

but hopes she will get if she uses Swing.

After many days and nights of
exhaustive personal research,

I have come up with such a girl.

This one.

I like your general approach, Mr. Fenn.

But if the whole campaign
depends on this one girl,

I'd need. well. at least a
year's exclusive contract.

Are you sure she's available?

Waiting for my call right now.

Very well.

- Thank you. Mr. Chilmore.
- You won't regret it.

Well. I'll have the contract
drawn up this afternoon.

- No.
- No?

- Not until I see a layout.
- And only if I like the girl.

Yes, but my dear-

You'll have a full
layout within 48 hours.

Good boy.

Are you sure 48 hours is enough?

Of course. sir.

With a professional like
Mr. Fenn. we have no problems.

Here, let me give you
a drink before you go.

I'm all right.

That's all right. I'll leave a message.

Excuse me.

- It worked.
- Fine.

Well, now let him find her for us.

After all, what could be more natural?

An advertising man looking for a model.

And then?

Not guilty.

All right, Jim, who is she?

Some bird you picked up at a party?

Now, Gary, I swear.

Now. this picture didn't
get in there by accident.

Someone, some low-life Romeo.
In order to get his oats.

Has jeopardised our bread and butter.

Now, who was it?

I am going to find out.

Meanwhile, since we are
lumbered, Maggi. get her in here.

Marla Kugash. Flaxman 8972.

Good old English name.

Just pray to God she's not
6'4" with galloping dandruff.

Fine, Jo. Right.

Excuse me, you know where
I can find Jo Grinling?

'Round the back.

- Thanks.
- Good luck.

All right. Jo, fine. Yes, I've got it.

Three on the board. closer.

Whoever you are. get out.

I'm, uh. looking for Jo Grinling.

You've found her.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Put up the cue dot. Out in 10 seconds.

Five, four-

Can you wait 10 seconds for a lady?

Oh. it's against my principles.

Out.

But you've talked me into it.

Super caption. Okay,
take a break. everybody.

What's a nice boy like you
doing in a place like this?

Looking for a man who
turns out to be a nice girl.

- Disappointed?
- I'll get over it.

Well. I'll be there in a second.

Right, okay.

Get me a cup of coffee, please, John?

- Right-o.
- How about you, Mr.-

Fenn. Gary Fenn. No. thanks.

- You're Joanne?
- Josephine.

Huh, Josephine. I called your home.

- Oh?
- Looking for Marla Kugash.

My niece.

Now, what could she possibly do for you

that I couldn't do better?

That's. uh, an unfair
question. I haven't met her yet.

I work for Moberley and
Vost. We have a job for her.

They're going through
a Hungarian phase now?

She's Hungarian?

But she is a model, isn't she?

Well. she's a model liar,

as you'll find out if you
ever catch up with her.

She ran away. Vanished about a week ago.

That's great.

I don't suppose you have a clue

as to where I might find her?

- No. except she squats.
- Mm?

In the street.

She joined the M.F.P.
The Marchers for Peace.

Well. that's a wonderful
clue. but how does it help me?

There's so many of them.

Well. look for a traffic jam.

She might be the cause of it.

Fine. I'll do that. Thank you.

Mm. if you do find her,
will you let me know?

The Hungarian embassy
has been pestering me.

They say her visa's run out.

And besides, I guess I still
have a soft spot for her.

30 seconds, Jo.

Will you do that?

Of course. It will give me
a chance to see you again.

Wanna come up and see my pictures?

Not today, Josephine.

Well, of course. if she
didn't wanna be found,

why plant the bloody
thing in the first place?

Perhaps somebody else did.

There is no single agency
in the whole of London who's heard of her.

If we could only find the
photographer. we'd be away.

Then why. may I ask, haven't you?

Oh, pity's sake-

Surely I don't have to tell you

that any photographer worth his salt

has his own technique. his own style.

Where he puts his key light,

what sort of backing he uses
the way he plays with shadows.

Start with those.

Come on, let's spread
them out on the floor.

Give me one of those.

♪ He walked across ♪

♪ Westminster Bridge ♪

♪ Saw the early ♪

- Where can I find Sebastian?
- He's down there.

♪ Before the people ♪

♪ Come and crowd the morning ♪

♪ A shadow passed ♪

♪ Over his face ♪

♪ And a teardrop fell ♪

♪ For the human race ♪

♪ For on that day ♪

♪ Sebastian fell from the bridge ♪

Sebastian?

Sebastian?

That's Sebastian. Yes.

- When?
- What's time, man?

You know where I can find her?

♪ When we can say there is true peace ♪

♪ There is true peace ♪

Well. uh, do you?

No, I'm sorry, we can't help you.

Well. the picture was taken here.

Somebody must've known her.

Maybe he did.

Your people must be very desperate

to send you here like this.

You have no idea how desperate.

Mm.

They have implied that
Sebastian took his own life.

No. he didn't. It's not true.

I think. out of respect,

we should spend our last time with him

in a way he'd have known and understood.

Enioy yourselves!

Peace!

Hey!

Miss Kugash?

- Marla Kugash?
- Yes.

I've, uh. been looking
everywhere for you.

May I?

Oh, oh!

Did you really come to give me a job?

No. I came to take a mud bath.

I come from a long line of hippopotamuses.

Hippopotami. Latin plural.

- Yes. well, my suit.
- English singular. is ruined.

I'll dry it for you.

Hey!

- That's all right.
- I have two big brothers.

Yes, well. I don't happen
to be either of them.

Why you Englishmen are so shy?

Shy? We-we've hardly even met.

Oh, I'm Marla Kugash. How do you do?

Gary Fenn. How do you do?

There. Now may I take your trouser-

No, you may not.

All right. so give them out to me.

Oh, you know, I'm sorry.

I really thought you were someone else.

Don't apologise. I was warned.

I should've known better.

Oh.

Here.

- What's that?
- An old Hungarian recipe.

Yes. well, I've heard about
those Hungarian recipes.

Oh. you know? Drink it.

Ooh, ooh.

So much fuss over nothing.

Oh.

Oh, dear, Miss Kugash,
your poor wet clothes.

- I say, do let me dry them for you.
- No!

Oh. it's perfectly all right.

I've got six big sisters
and two nudist aunts.

Oh, you!

Stop!

Oh. what do you think of our
English weather. Miss Kugash?

It always seems to be raining, Mr. Fenn.

Oh. this? Just a shower, just a shower.

Oh. very refreshing.

If you are from a long
line of hippopotami.

If you don't mind your
Latin plurals getting wet.

Oh. you don't happen to
have a white flag on you?

- Mm. truce?
- Truth.

- "Truce."
- Truth.

All right, have it your way.

Mm.

It's a nice little place you have here.

Hello.

Who does all this gear belong to?

- The boy who owns the boat.
- Oh.

No, he lives in another place.

Do you suppose he'd mind if
I borrowed a couple of things?

Oh, take what you want.

Well, now that we're better acquainted,

would you mind telling me

how you planted your picture
on me in the first place?

Picture? What picture?

Oh. trade secret. huh?

Well. never mind. You have the job anyway.

Oh, so maybe I don't want it.

No, nothing doing. sweetheart.

That is our top price. We
do not bargain in England.

- No?
- No.

And especially not with
red-headed Hungarians.

Well. you know what they say?

That a Hungarian is a person

who can walk into a
revolving door behind you

and come out in front.

Only because you English go around twice.

Touche.

I have no visa and no work permit.

Fine, is that all that's stopping you?

It's no problem. I can get them for you.

Promise?

Promise.

- Sign this.
- I already have.

So. you see, I did not bargain.

No. just pushed me twice

around the swing doors, Miss Goulash.

Kugash. Goulash is a Hungarian dish.

So, Miss Kugash, you
start tomorrow at nine.

Then I had better have
a good night's sleep.

- Can I help?
- Uh-huh.

By going.

Hungarians.

Happy dreams.

Snap.

Hello.

Would you
mind explaining this. sir?

I couldn't find sixpence
for the parking meter.

Your driving licence. please.

It's funny you should say that.

Do you know where the
pockets are in these things?

There must be a pocket somewhere.

Where would they keep their bullets

and their army pay book, mm?

Out!

Hold it, please.

A moment, please.

How did you
get in there. Mr. Fenn?

Come on. Give us a break,
give us our statement.

How did you get in there?

Thank you.

Driver. pull over. will you. please?

Look, I can explain everything.

Here will do fine. Don't bother.

I didn't know they were
going to do it to you.

The contract is scrubbed.

Please. at least listen to me.

I'm so miserable and alone.

All right, driver. drive on.

Any particular place, sir?

No. just drive.

- No. drive to Victor's House.
- Right-o.

I don't know where to begin.

Well. why don't you start

when you walked out on your Aunt Jo?

You've met her?

Yes, at least there's
one lady in your family.

Well. Tarquin, he's the
boy who owns the coat.

One of your peaceful friends?

He said he would hide me.

Hide you from what?

From my embassy, also
your immigration people.

I am a fugitive without
visa, so Tarquin protects me.

And when he sees you coming on the barge-

He thought I was an immigration man.

Yes. You see?

So he coshed me, he drugged me.

And then he got me arrested.

Do me a favour.

But it's true, I tell you.

When your Aunt Jo
told me you were a liar,

at least I assumed you were a good liar.

- Jo said I was a liar?
- Yes. she did.

Driver, stop, please.

Will you stop acting?

I'm not acting.

If you would stop romanticising
for just one moment,

we might get to at least the truth of it.

Oh. let me go.

Do you want
the job. or don't you?

No!

That's marvellous, isn't it?

Y-you plant your picture in my file

to get a job you are not entitled to.

I get jumped by some long-haired,
glue-sniffing baboon.

You push me in the river.

I then get coshed. drugged,
and framed on a dope charge.

And you want to walk out on me! Drive on!

I'm not telling lies. Gary. I promise.

All right. maybe it is better
I'm going back to Hungary.

Let's make a deal.

I won't ask you any questions

if you promise not to give me any answers.

I'm only trying to explain.

No. you let me explain.

You want me for your visa, right?

You need me for your work permit. right?

- And I need you for the job.
- Right.

Let's just call it quits, mm?

Drive straight down the garage ramp.

Did you know your suit was shrunk?

I grew in the night.

No, no. Yes. now, now don't
pay any attention to them.

Look. look at me.

All right. Sid, tie it off.

Congratulations, Frank!

That's the most mediocre backing
you've come up with today.

What do you want for your
kinda money? Rembrandt?

It'll do for the presentation,

but get it right for the layout.

All right now. come on. everybody.

Let's get our
places. and let's get started.

Crispian. I trust you're ready.

Mr. Fenn!

What about this article in
the paper? And the photograph?

Was it drugs?

And good morning to
you, too, Sir Charles.

Heaven knows what Chilmore will say!

I'm told that you haven't
even found the girl yet.

As far as I am concerned, Mr. Fenn,

the firm of Moberley and Vost-

Miss Marla Kugash, Sir
Charles Moberley, our chairman.

Oh. hey.

- Well, how do you do?
- Hello.

You. uh, you were saying, Sir Charles?

I want a full treatment on my desk

first thing in the morning.

Without fail.

Reset the light, somebody.

All right. come on.

All right now, keep the
noise down to a quiet roar.

- Crispian, you ready?
- Yes. sir.

- Out of the shot.
- Everybody who's not in it.

Come on. move!

All right. take your positions, boys.

All right. One, two, smile.

One, two. three.

No, no. no.

Miss Kugash. this is sun.

These are magnificent men.

This is a beautiful
golden beach somewhere.

Now do you suppose you could call

upon that vivid imagination of yours

to make believe that you are there?

- You could?
- Mm.

You'd better. Otherwise. no visa.

Right, let's have one more.

Come on. fellas. Take up your positions.

Now!

One, two, three.

Now at the lens.

All right. now. Miss Kugash. head back.

Open up. Crispian.

It's very good.

Thank you, Smiley. Take
'em on two and a quarter.

Smile. Eyes to me.

All right, Jan. out of it.

Right, come on. Let's immortalise it.

Okay. Beau Brummell, start pushing.

Come on. push.

Push!

Come on. a little harder.

Higher. that's it. Higher!

Stand by, Crispian. Here we go.

Right, now throw your head
a little more to one side.

Catch her at the top in this
one when her head's back, okay?

Yeah.

Do you think you can push it higher?

Very good.

Right. one more. Really high.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

Come on. come on, rest in
your room for a moment. Celia!

I-I'll try again.

No. it was a corny shot anyway.

We'll scrub around it.

That's the first sensible
thing you've said all day.

All right, break for an hour.

All right. break for an
hour. Save some of 'em. Tommy.

Frank? Frank!

Yeah?

Can you give me something
else instead of the swing?

Y-you didn't ask for a covering set.

Well, I'm asking now.

What about the Greek temple?

That's a good idea. Get on with it.

All right. girls, give me a
couple of minutes, will you?

And you.

May I?

- Does it hurt?
- No, it's all right.

Damn fools, not fixing
that swing properly.

Thank you for your concern.

- Truce?
- Truth.

- No, "truce."
- Truce. Mm?

You really feel like going on?

Right, well, you'd better
get into that dress.

Yes?

Yes. Maggi.

I'll be right down.

You did some good work this morning.

Thank you.

- Frank?
- Yeah?

Look after her. will you?

Oh. I'm sorry. I was told...

Would you like some tea?

Why don't you go out on the roof?

The fresh air will do you good.

All right, I'll go.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Your message just said,
"Come to the office."

I didn't know whether
to dress for tea. golf.

Or all-in wrestling.

- I admire the compromise.
- Thank you.

Actually, I wanted to talk about Marla.

Oh. not again.

Well, you wanted me to
tell you when I found her.

- And you have?
- Yes.

Good. Now. what were you
saying about compromising?

Well. first I want to
clear up this business

about the visa.

And for this,

I've wasted an entire
bottle of Chanel No. 5.

Shall we sit here?

Do you take sugar?

There.

Good. I'll get on to it.

Satisfied?

Very.

I like to see my men satisfied.

What would you like to drink?

Another drink, please.

All right.

All right?

Look after Marla.

Marla?

Marla?

Have you seen Mr. Warren?

No, Mr. Fenn.

- Jenkins.
- Sir?

Have you seen...

Here. catch.

What happened?

There he is! He's got a gun!

Hey. you! Stop!

Get after him.

Will you please disperse?

I ask you, please
disperse. Please go home.

We will not disperse.

We've come here to give President Maudula

the sort of reception he deserves.

Police brutality!

Police brutality!

Hey. Tarquin. look!

- Where's Marla?
- Upstairs.

Wait a minute!

- Are you all right?
- Mm-hmm.

- Well.
- What's this all about?

Why was Warren trying to kill you?

I don't know what you mean.

He was trying to push you off the roof.

He was kissing me.

Marla. Warren is dead.

Now the police think that I killed him.

You've gotta tell me the truth.

The truth is. Mr. Fenn,

that Marla and Warren had
been lovers for some time.

He put my picture in your
file to get me the job.

You were right. She is a liar.

Marla, please. please.
Darling. don't torture me.

Please. please help me.

You've got to help me.
You've got to understand.

Say you understand.

Don't just sit there. Help me.

Jo. you're a woman who
understands these things.

Tell her she's got to help me.

Come on, out!

Front door, quick!

Marla!

Well. that's it. Finish.

I thought you had more guts.

You know, our friends in France, Germany.

The States, they all play their part.

But when it comes to Britain,

apart from a few stupid
punch-ups. what do you get?

Chaos.

What is there to hang around for now?

The birthday party.

Oh. that just ran out the door.

- Or hadn't you noticed?
- If they talk.

What's to stop them?

16.000 London policemen.

Yes, that's Fenn. What about the girl?

What about her?

She heard the whole
story here that night,

she walked in on us, everything.

All she heard was words.

None of which can make
any sense to her at all.

Well, it will in 48 hours
when she sees the headlines.

By which time you will have
found and disposed of her.

What kept you?

Ever been to a vintage car rally?

Maggi, what are you talking about?

That car is registered in
the name of Lord Etherly,

known in the trade as
King of the Old Cross.

So what's Tarquin? His stable boy?

That, I'm afraid,

you'll have to ask the noble lord himself.

You're dead!

Yours?

Now, the manor was
originally built in 1730

and is one of Britain's
most famous stately homes.

It is situated in 3,000
acres of beautiful parkland,

which you'll be seeing later in the tour

when we see the start of
the vintage car rally.

This way, please.

We are unable to visit
the private apartments

as Lord Etherly is now in residence.

Follow me. This way, please.

Along this corridor, you will
see the famous collection

of the Etherly family portraits,

most of which were painted by
leading artists of the day.

This collection alone is
valued at over 500,000 pounds.

I didn't recognise you.

Yeah?

And where would you have stuck
that thing if you had. huh?

Now wait. Now listen.

Calm down, will you?

Knock it off. will you?

With pleasure.

Where's Marla?

She's here. She's here.

Why should I believe you?

You've got Lord Etherly's
crest on your car.

And now I find you in
Lord Etherly's house.

Why?

I am Lord Etherly.

Well. we'll soon prove
that with a blue blood test.

Right.

Now, let's have some truthful answers.

- It is the truth.
- Marla?

Oh. darling,
I'm so glad you're safe.

I was so worried.

You've got a funny way of showing it.

Oh, darling, but if I could-

Now, just a minute.

Is he really Lord Etherly?

He is.

Arise. Your Grace.

Thank you.

Why didn't you tell me before?

I didn't know 'till he brought me here.

Well. it could still be a front.

All right, if you don't wish
to be the late Lord Etherly,

start talking.

Wilberforce, the fourth earl.

My great-great-great-grandfather.

All I ever did to deserve
this lot was get born.

A baby could do it.

Believe me, I'm on your side.

Oh? Which side is that?

For peace.

Against chaos, as
personified by her Auntie Jo.

Her Aunt Jo is the local branch manager

of an outfit that specializes
in conspiracy. anarchy, chaos.

- All kinds of fun.
- Jo?

Do you remember the night

when you crashed in on
a meeting at her house

and she was so mad and she
was going to send you home?

Why?

I don't know. She was very angry.

There were three men with
her. What were they saying?

I didn't hear.

And they thought you did,

so Jo faked an excuse to
ship you out of the country.

Uh. where do you come into all this?

We march for peace.

But for the past few months,

professional villains and strong-armed men

have been infiltrating the ranks

and turning peaceful
demonstrations into bloody riots.

You can undermine a fair-sized country

with a couple of well-placed riots.

Cheaper than espionage.

We finally trailed one of these jokers

back to Jo Grinling's house.

In it, we spotted Marla.

Well. so we chatted her
up, got her confidence,

took her dancing.

That way. we could keep track
of what was going on indoors.

- So y-you used me.
- Oh, sure.

When Jo threatened to send her home,

she came straight to us.

We read between the lines,
knew she'd be in danger,

so we hid her.

You told me it was to
stop me being deported.

It was a white lie, kindly intended.

Jo's guerillas couldn't find her,

so they dreamed up the plan of
using you to track her down.

So then whatever she
overheard in the house

must have been vital to them.

I heard nothing.

Oh, vital. Sebastian found
out. so they killed him.

The night they got him.
He phoned me from a party.

He was with me.

- Said he had the answer.
- Said it was a world-shaker.

He'd have told me, not on the phone.

Only that was the last I heard of him.

On the bridge, he gave her this.

A newspaper? But didn't
he say anything at all?

To me? Oh. nobody tell me anything.

All I get is coloured lies.

Oh, in a good cause. Be reasonable.

- You've used me as a poppet.
- A what?

She means a puppet.

Marla-
- Oh, don't correct me!

Puppet or poppet. You
understand me very well.

I'm sick of being deceived by everybody.

- Where are you going?
- Home.

To Hungary.

- Oh. come on.
- Darling. Be reasonable.

Well, she won't get far.

Let's have a look at that newspaper.

Come on, quick! Please!

All right. you two. that way.

- Which is your car?
- The Paxton Speeder.

- What?
- The yellow one. Don't run.

Right. if you
can start it, I'll drive.

Hey. Try over there.

Now. please take your
positions by the starting point.

Come on, please take your
positions by the starting point.

Twice 'round the courtyard.

Then leave through the main arch.

Thank you.

- What is he doing?
- Winding it up.

Hey. come here. Come here.

Let's get to the car.

Look!

Shut up! Get back!

We're trying to, will you
please help these cars back?

Keep down!

Our only hope is trees.

It's thicker there.

Right. Out of this fancy dress.

Come on. Your Grace.

It's nothing much. It's only serious.

Oh.

Oh. we must get him to a doctor.

We must get a doctor to him.

Just go. run.

- Look!
- Go.

Get him under cover.

Go!

Right, now believe it
or not, we'll be back.

Go. man! Go!

No, doctor, I'd rather not
leave my name. Thank you.

Marla?

I thought you would like to know

that the doctor says Tarquin
has a better than even chance

of pulling through.

Really? Thank heaven.

Mm.

I see somebody had a go at the crossword.

Who was it? Tarquin or Sebastian?

Crossword? Oh. no, they
were absolutely good friends.

"In the front. metallically speaking."

Lead.

L-E-A...

What are we going to do now?

Well, have a meal

and a long, long talk.

Do you think they will find us here?

"Made fish and
still hungry." "Birthday."

I never could do these blasted things.

Did you hear me?

Where is that food?

On its way.

Here, let me.

Lovely hair.

Your lunch. Mr. Rabinowitz.

Thank you.

- Rabinowitz?
- Better than Smith.

- Shall I open the wine, sir?
- Mm-hmm.

No. thank you. I can manage myself.

There we are. Thank you.

You only think of one thing, darling.

Mm-hmm.

I'm famished. I didn't eat
anything since yesterday.

"Famished." "Made
fish and still hungry."

It's an anagram.

F-A-M-I-S-H-F-D.

- "Lead" was right. Here. look.
- Mm.

Don't you see?

Sebastian has written in two words

that have absolutely nothing
to do with the crossword.

"Birthday" and "Hyde."

It has to be a message.

Wait a minute. "Birthday."

That's what they were
talking about that night.

Who? Jo and the men?

Mm, a birthday party.

Whose birthday?

I don't know.

Well, was the word
"Hyde" mentioned? H-Y-D-F.

"Hyde." I don't remember.

Formaldehyde.

Jekyll and Hyde?

What about "hide and seek"?

- Get dressed.
- What?

- Get dressed!
- Mm.

Come on, we don't have time for that.

Sanctuary. Come on.

Bride or groom?

- Groom.
- Bride.

Well. we're really sort of neutral.

- Dearly beloved.
- We are gathered here

in the sight of God and in
the face of this congregation

to join together this man and
this woman in holy matrimony,

which is an honourable estate
instituted of God himself

signifying unto us the mystical union

that is betwixt Christ and His Church.

Which holy estate Christ
adorned and beautified-

Sir, you're standing on my foot.

I'm very sorry.

I should jolly well think so.

In Cana of Galilee

and is commended in holy writ,
to be honourable among all men

and therefore is not by
any to be enterprised

nor taken in hand-

- Madam. your hat.
- I beg your pardon?

Would you kindly remove
it? I can't see the stage.

Discreetly, soberly,
and in the fear of God,

duly considering-

Imagine coming to a wedding
in a hat like that.

Will you be quiet, sir?

As a church mouse.

Thirdly, it was ordained
for the mutual society.

Help and comfort that the one
ought to have of the other,

both in prosperity and adversity.

Into which holy estate these two persons

present come now to be joined.

Therefore, if any man
can show any just cause

why they may not lawfully
be joined together.

Let him now speak or else
hereafter, forever hold his peace.

I object!

What. what is your objection?

Him! This miserable
deceiver. monster, bigamist.

Abandoning this. your first and true love.

Oh, yes.

Oh, I've never seen
her before in me life.

Honest, I haven't.

You stand there in your
size 16 boots and deny it?

You, who has callously ruined

the life of this poor. distraught girl.

Oh. and you, sir, shame on you,

compounding this monstrous sin.

Take back your ancient and modern.

Put it all back!

The wedding's off!

Eating for two, Mrs. Rabinowitz?

Mm. I hate these things.

Not while I'm driving.

You stupid lad!

- Where now?
- London.

Mm.

Well. you didn't like
'em anyway. Come on.

Go.

33 seconds.

Fire!

That should light a few candles

on the birthday cake tomorrow.

Now. Marble Arch, Park Lane.

The VIP dais is here. artillery here.

Cameras one, two, three,
and four. That's you.

Operate your camera normally
until the firing begins.

Then report you're having
trouble and pull out the switch.

You'll be dressed as a maintenance man.

The minute you see Ruddock's signal,

climb up onto his rostrum
and go into your act.

Even allowing for delays,

you should be able to get
that gun in the camera

in plenty of time.

And remember. you have to fire under cover

of the 20th cannon shot.

- Who's dropping the rifle?
- Blake.

He knows he's got to make it look

as if the shot came from
the Marchers for Peace.

With a few more assassinations,

a few more well-rehearsed
riots out of the chaos.

We seize control.

Just think of it: A world
free from decadent democracy.

I might end up as prime
minister or even president.

Won't that be a laugh?

- Well?
- I saw your Aunt Jo.

Anything?

Yes. bacon and eggs, and
toast, and coffee. Black, please.

- Right.
- Same again, please.

- What, all of it?
- Yes, all of it.

Huh.

She was getting into a car with Chilmore.

Chilmore?

He's the man who employed
you for the Swing account.

Mm.

Now we know why that happened.

Funny thing was, he was all
dressed up like a dog's dinner.

Doesn't make any sense. any of it.

So what should we do? Go to the police?

And, uh. what do we tell them?

Well, about Jo and Tarquin,
and the crossword puzzle?

Any more bright ideas?

They wouldn't believe us, huh?

- Would you?
- No.

Do you mind if I borrow your paper?

No, no. not at all.

Thanks.

What was that all about?

Oh, lovely picture.

"Special precautions.

President Maudula, visiting London

for talks with the Foreign Secretary

about the explosive civil
war raging in Kerenia.

Will be on the VIP dais in Hyde Park today

to watch the 21-gun salute

which traditionally greets
an official royal birthday."

Birthday party. Hyde Park.

- Come on.
- Oh. no.

Come on.

Peace,
peace. peace. peace,

peace. peace. peace. peace. peace.

Hello. Pru.

- Good morning, Jo.
- Brendan.

Okay.

Hello, boys. Everything okay?

Good luck to everybody.

Peace. Peace. not war.

Peace. not war. No more war, no more war.

Peace, not war.

Peace, not war.

No more war. Peace, not war.

Peace not war.

- Peace, peace.
- We want peace.

Everything okay? Camera two all right?

Three?

Camera four?

Peace. not war.

No more war, no more war.

Is everything all right. camera four?

Everything’s fine, Jo.

Three. two. one.

Cue grammes. Fade up. two.

Good morning.

This is Peter Haigh. speaking
to you from Hyde Park.

In a few moments. you'll be able to see

the traditional 21-gun salute

by the King's Troop of
the Royal Horse Artillery.

The guest of honour at today's ceremony

is President Maudula of Kerenia.

Now, the president seems
to be in his usual happy

and jovial frame of mind

despite the number of often
violent demonstrations

since his arrival here.

And I think that today looks
like being no exception.

I don't know whether one of
the cameras can pick it up,

but a group of demonstrators
carrying banners

seems to have formed up
just opposite the VIPs.

Peace, peace. peace. peace.

Anyway. galloping
into your picture now,

led by the officer in command.

Is the six-gun troop of
the Royal Horse Artillery.

Now. apart from taking precedence

over all other regiments on parade.

The troop's also granted the privilege

of passing through Marble Arch.

The only body able to do so

apart from the reigning sovereign.

Give me a word count
on each gun as it fires.

Will give the order to fire.

Each sergeant on each gun

will acknowledge he's received the order

and at 12 o'clock precisely
the first gun will fire.

One.

Two.

- What is it. camera four?
- We're losing picture.

I'm sorry, Jo. My camera's playing up.

Is there a maintenance man near you?

Yes, he's standing nearby.

Well. let us know how
long it'll take to fix.

- What will they try to do?
- I don't know.

Here. take this.

Hey. you. You on camera
three. who's the director?

Jo Grinling.

14.

Don't worry, Jo. I'll
be with you in a second.

Keep at it.

Understood.

17.

19.

Right. miss.

No. no, no. no, no.

♪ La, la. la, la ♪

♪ La-la. la-la-la ♪

♪ La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la ♪

♪ La-la-la, la-la ♪

♪ One day I'll find my love ♪

♪ The one I'm dreaming of ♪

♪ The sun will smile above ♪

♪ The day I find my love ♪

♪ There must be someone
who's waiting for me ♪

♪ And if one day that
someone I happen to see ♪

♪ Then I'd promise I'll
never make her cry ♪

♪ I'll be hers 'till I die ♪