Original subtitles

Judy. ─ Hello, Bill.

Mind the doors! Mind the doors, please!

I knew you'd make a pretty good job of growing up, but I never reckoned on this.

Judy, it is good to see you again.

Bill, I haven't just grown up. I've grown out of a lot of things, too.

Hey .. I didn't much like the way you said that.

Don't tell me you've gone cold on your first boyfriend.

It's hopeless.

I haven't stopped thinking about you, not for one single minute.

Judy, let's make a night of it? ─ I have a date.

Tomorrow? ─ Busy all day. ─ Doing? ─ Painting.

Fine. You can paint me.

You sure you will turn up? ─ Why do you say that?

Only, that it used to be rather a habit of yours .. making promises.

And not turning up.

At least we can have a drink. Where is your date?

A club in Chelsea. ─ Good. I'll take you there.

But Judy, you were only a kid.

Was I?

Perhaps I should have taken you seriously.

Have you forgotten you never took anything seriously? There was a war on.

Well, it's over now. Judy, break your date. You ..

Sorry I'm late, Judy.

Doctor Kearn. Wing Commander Glennon.

How do you do. ─ Thanks for the drink.

Do you mind if we go straight in? You'll excuse us, won't you?

What else can I do? ─ Nice to have met you.

What sort of a day did you have?

I watched McEndrick operate this morning. A wonderful job of work.

His left hand is as good as his right.

Are you still with me, darling? ─ I'm sorry.

Wing Commander Glennon's compliments. ─ Good. A windfall.

What's in aid of? ─ Please send it back, Alan.

What? It's a jolly good year, that.

Shall we have some joints? ─ Alan, please send it back, will you.

Well ..

Don't you think he might be rather offended?

Right. If you say so.

Would you thank the gentleman very much. We're sorry, we ..

We never touch it.

Take it away before I change our mind.

Judy, dear.

Who is this Champagne merchant?

Do you mind if we go? ─ We haven't had dinner.

Please. I'd like to.

You've no need to have it, sir.

That's alright. Leave it. I'll find a home for it.

Why do you let a good-time Charlie like that spoil our evening?

I know. It was stupid.

Why make such a song and dance about it? ─ It will never happen again.

What's the point? Why the fuss? ─ Please. Do you have to go on about it?

You must have a reason. I want to know. ─ Alright .. I was in love with him.

He was stationed near home at the end of the war.

I was only a kid, and no-one took it seriously.

Least of all, him.

Calf love.

Maybe it was. I don't know.

All I do know is couldn't go on sitting there talking to you with him in the room.

I see. ─ I hope you are satisfied.

Alan, I'm terribly sorry. ─ It's alright.

I don't know what came over me.

Let's forget all about it, shall we.

It was always so childish and silly.

But ages ago.

Yes, of course.

He's going to Paris tomorrow.

I shall never see him again.

Come along. We'll get some food.

[ radio music ]

I lend you my wireless and that's the way you treat it.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to strike it.

It's alright, father. It will get to know you in time.

I've been looking for the Third Program. I find nothing but comics and crooners.

Crooners.

Up late aren't you? ─ Waiting for a call.

Some babies just won't stick to union hours.

In spite of the health scheme.

You .. saw Doctor Saville today? ─ Yes.

What did he say? ─ He wants a new partner.

Well .. what have you decided?

Oh, I don't know. I just don't know.

[ telephone ]

Speaking.

Is the district nurse there?

Very well. I'll come straight round.

Anything I can do? ─ No thanks. Very kind of you.

It's their eighth.

If I don't deliver this one too, they might not think it was legitimate.

I know there isn't the money in a practice like this.

The work is worthwhile. ─ No. It's not that.

You're thinking of Judy.

She might not like it here, eh? ─ No, no. You're wrong.

Oh well, you know best.

The last thing I want you to do is to stick in Battersea on my account.

It's your life.

More sugar and much more money in a West End practice.

Think it over carefully.

It's the sort of work you do that is going to matter most in the long run.

To you and Judy. ─ Yes, of course.

Goodnight, Alan. ─ Goodnight, father.

Thank you very much. ─ Thank you, Miss. Goodbye.

Miss Judith Moray?

Waddy. ─ Wing Commander Glennon.

Well, this is like old times. The one and only Waddy.

You're a fine one, you are. Not a word from any of you once you'd gone.

You ought to be ashamed of yourselves. ─ Oh, go on with you, Waddy.

What do you think I'm here for now? ─ Does Judy know you're coming?

Sure. She is going to paint me. ─ Oh, is she? ─ Hmm.

Has she been living here long? ─ Since her parents left for Canada.

Oh, she'll have told you her sister Peggy was married? ─ No.

Yes, they're over there with her. Expecting a big event.

Waddy .. I've a cinch for the big event at Hurst Park.

Bandmaster? ─ No. Pontiac. He'll walk it.

What, over seven furlongs with top weight? Not on your life.

Dear old Waddy. Just the same as ever.

You haven't changed either. What did you bring this thing here for?

It's Judy's. She forgot it. ─ I'll talk to her. More money than sense.

Hello, Judy.

I never believed you'd come.

Why ever not?

Better hurry up, Waddy. It's getting near the "off".

Dear old Waddy. Still can't resist that bob each-way.

So you've got it, your own studio?

Waddy tells me your father sold that lovely house near the airfield.

The Canadians who moved in after us missed Peggy.

Bill .. why did you come?

You were going to paint me.

I didn't believe a word you said last night.

I've learned not to take you too seriously.

I was more serious than you ever thought.

There was a war on.

Yes, you kept on telling me that, but it wasn't much consolation.

Oh, I know you meant it all in fun, as a joke.

But I was a bit too young to take it that way.

Well, the joke is on me, now.

I was supposed to be in Paris, but ..

Here I am.

Look, Bill, it's been a long time, and ..

Other things have happened.

I'm sorry.

Okay, that's how it is. ─ That's how it's got to be.

Alright, but before we lower the coffin, couldn't we .. ─ Bill.

What's the use of an inquest now? ─ Can't we behave like two normal people?

I mean, do we have to make such a thing of it?

You are the one who's making a thing of it.

Okay. Forget it. Never happened. Scrub it out.

Well, how you going to paint me? Like this?

No, Bill. I can't. ─ Why not?

I just can't. That's all.

Because you are not quite sure of yourself?

How do you want it? Head and shoulders? ─ Anyhow you like.

I shan't be a second.

We must call it: "St George, World War 2".

Well, if I'm to have a reminder in my old age, I'd rather remember that part.

Do you miss it?

Well, they were good days, mostly. ─ Yes.

For you.

What now, Bill?

An artist's model.

What a nosedive.

Judy .. if I promise to be the soul of restraint and talk only about the weather.

Will you have dinner with me tonight?

No, Bill.

Eight o'clock.

I'll ring twice, like the postman.

[ doorbell ]

May I come in?

Of course.

I haven't seen you for ages.

I phone you and you're never in.

No. I seem to have been running around in circles.

So you finished it?

Yes.

It's taken a long time, hasn't it. ─ I suppose it has.

Judy .. when this thing started you said you weren't sure about him.

You've had time now to find out.

Does he want to marry you?

I don't know.

All I do know is that ..

When I'm with him, nothing else seems to matter.

I don't suppose it does to him, either.

What's tonight's command performance? More Champagne?

Yes, I expect so. More Champagne.

I know, the dreary old round. Going out night after night .. ─ Yes!

And tomorrow, about twelve, when he's up.

He'll be round with more pink roses. Is that still the form?

Yes! And I'm loving it. I'm having a wonderful time.

You wouldn't understand.

Sorry, Alan.

It's alright.

Perhaps I shouldn't have said all that.

I don't blame you.

You knew I wanted to marry you.

Yes.

Perhaps I was taking things for granted in thinking you wanted to marry me too?

No. You ..

You weren't taking anything for granted.

Judy, I've taken that partnership with Saville.

Alan.

Will you marry me?

Well?

Alan.

We had to clear this up for everyone's sake.

Goodbye, Judy.

Alan, don't go. You can't just ..

Oh.

Hello darling.

Bill, I feel so awful.

You'd better have a drink. ─ I couldn't look at one.

Darling, forget it.

Come on, let's go out.

Where is all this getting us?

Out. Night after night. We can't go on like this. Just having a wonderful time.

What do you want?

What do you want? I wouldn't know.

I asked about your plans, and you make a joke about the atom bomb.

I only asked because I want to know.

I must know.

I don't know if you're spending your last pound, or if money doesn't mean a thing.

At first, I didn't worry.

Now I can't even sleep.

You're going to have a baby.

Aren't you?

Yes.

Why have you tried to make it a top secret?

Bill, I've been nearly out of my mind.

We're getting married.

Aren't we?

Well .. aren't we?

Getting married without even telling your father and mother.

It will be a blow to them I can tell you. Can't you wait a little longer?

Are you sure you're not being swept off your feet by an older man?

What does he do? Where does he get his money from?

Does he know you haven't got any now?

You could be married properly in a church.

With all your family and friends who love you.

It ought to be the best day in a girl's life. One she never forgets.

Mr Fowler and Mrs Smith? ─ That's right.

We're ready for you now if you'll step this way.

Cheer up, darling. Soon be over.

I know how you're feeling. It wasn't my idea of a wedding either.

It's alright. Only the .. ─ I know. I tell you what.

We'll throw a big party later on. Invite everyone.

Excuse me. I wonder if you'd care to be good Samaritans?

There has been a misunderstand with the couple preceding you.

Would you mind being witnesses? ─ Sure. Why not.

Come on, darling.

Almost like a double wedding. ─ Yes.

This lady and gentleman have very kindly offered themselves.

I hope it's not too much trouble. ─ Not a bit.

Now, the bride's witness. Wing Commander Glennon is it?

Yes. ─ On the bride's left.

And the groom's witness, Miss Moray. On the groom's right.

That's it.

This place in which are now met, has been duly sanctioned according to law.

For the celebration of marriages.

Before you are joined in matrimony, it is my duty to remind you.

Of the solemn and binding character of the vows you are about to take.

Marriage, according to the law of the country.

Is a union of one man with one woman.

Voluntarily and for life ..

What will you have, darling? ─ Bill Glennon.

George! ─ Let me shake your hand.

I thought you were on that junket in Paris.

What about the racket you were running? Get too hot for you?

I don't think you've met my wife. George Cummings

Well, well, well! Congratulations.

I say, I talk an awful lot of tommy-rot you know. Ask Bill.

I really do congratulate you. He's a good type, your husband.

A darn good type.

Well, I'll be seeing you, old man. ─ Bye.

What did he mean about your running a racket?

Well, if you must know darling, I was a smuggler.

A gin and tonic and a large Scotch. ─ Gin tonic, and a large Scotch.

Smuggling what? ─ Gold. Currency.

Pounds, shillings and pence.

Did you have to?

Sweetheart. To live, you have to have money.

If your only job is shooting down planes, you have to make it any way you can.

Don't worry. I'm going to get down to a real job of work now.

Helicopters. The missing link in modern transport.

I've got an idea for forming a company.

Oh, Bill. Thank goodness.

Oh darling, I forgot.

Your wedding present.

And I've got nothing for you. ─ That's alright.

We'll go back to the hotel and change, and then we'll celebrate.

Thank you, sir.

What if I had never found you again?

Bill, tell me about the job.

What, now? ─ Yes. I want to know.

Alright.

I, uh ..

I've been talking to Barnaby.

You know, the bloke who wants me to run the helicopter service.

I can get in on the ground floor.

He's offered me a share of the profits as well as my salary.

It sounds wonderful.

It is wonderful.

There is only one slight snag.

What?

He wants me to put in five thousand pounds.

Five thousand pounds?

Still, we can raise it, can't we?

Well I can't, if that's what you mean.

Oh, I ..

I didn't necessarily mean you.

I thought perhaps your father might think it quite a good bet.

My father?

Well, he'd get interest of course, and dividends.

It's really only a loan.

He's not exactly a poor man, is he.

I mean, that house of yours.

All those parties he threw for us during the war.

He's always helped you, hasn't he? He furnished your studio.

My furniture came from home when he sold the house.

Daddy could never find five thousand pounds.

Or anything like it.

He's had a dreadful time since the war.

That's why we had to sell the house.

Oh.

Bill, I know you're terribly disappointed, but ..

Surely there must be something else that doesn't need all that money?

If you could do what you did in the war.

You'd be alright for anything.

I don't care how hard up we are, Bill. I love you.

There must be lots of jobs for someone like you.

Sure there are.

Not so good, perhaps. But, good ..

Everything will be alright, I promise you.

Do you know, darling?

In all this long and dreary conversation.

I forgot to mention the one thing that really matters.

What's that?

I love you, Judy.

Bill!

Bill!

Mrs Glennon? ─ Yes.

The gentleman told me to bring these up.

Thank you very much.

[ Bill's voice ] "Darling."

"I feel awful about this."

"I took the money and the other things because I'm flat broke."

"I thought this way you'd know for certain that I wasn't coming back."

"You wouldn't go on thinking that something might have happened to me."

"Then just now, I felt I couldn't go without writing this to tell you."

"I'm just not made for the sort of things you want me to do."

"It's not me. I wish it were."

"I have to have money and I can't help it."

"We could have been so happy."

"Terribly happy .."

Hello Sam .. usual.

A double Scotch. ─ Yes, sir

[ French language ]

Marie Jouvet.

He's back.

[ French singing ]

[ French singing ]

[ French singing ]

[ French singing ]

[ English singing ] "The night is ours."

"Our first and best."

"Come to my heart, come to your rest."

"The night ours, I love you so."

"Soft are your lips, murmuring low."

"The dream is ours, beyond compare."

"Tender and warm."

"Lovely to share."

"The hours may pass."

"And we may kiss."

"Never an hour."

"Sweeter than this."

Hello sweetheart. ─ Bill.

You've come home. To see Marie? ─ Yeah.

You don't know how we've missed you.

Do you know what I mean?

You lived well in England? ─ I want to talk to you.

Good.

And I'd like to talk to you. Very much.

When, now? ─ After the attraction. Upstairs.

We can talk better there.

Will you wait for me?

Okay.

[ English singing ] "The night is ours."

[ French singing ]

"And then goodbye."

[ French singing ]

"Hold me fast."

"Never to love."

"Say it will last."

"Our love must die."

"Lover goodbye."

"Goodbye."

A nice, clean boy again.

Where is the money? ─ In London.

So, you had a good time in London, spending it?

Listen, Marie. Someone got wise to it.

The Police were after me. I was being watched.

If I'd have come back when we planned, I'd have been caught.

I'd have come back any time if Franz hadn't been caught.

So it took all this time to find enough courage to come back .. with nothing.

Okay. If you want to think that, go ahead .. enjoy yourself.

You spent all my money. And then your Police found you out.

I didn't want to come back to this racket.

Where do you think it will get me, except in jail?

But I had to come back.

I had to come back to you.

I'll be getting dressed now.

The sooner I'm in London, the sooner you'll get your money.

I bought this for you.

You may as well have something for the money you think I spent on another woman.

Where do you think you will sleep tonight? In the bath?

What's all this in aid of?

[ French language ]

Bill.

I have an appointment with Dr Kearn. ─ Will you step this way, madam.

Hello, Judy.

Come and sit down.

Well, what do you think of it? I can even afford Champagne now.

What's the trouble?

You see, there is no-one else I could go to.

I didn't know what to do.

And it isn't because I want to take advantage.

Forget all that. If I can help you, I will.

What is it?

I'm going to have a baby.

Alan, I can't go through with it. I just can't.

I'm not well.

We'd better start at the beginning.

Judith Moray.

I married him.

Judith Glennon.

Please, you've got to help me.

Why are you in this state? What is it?

Judy, I've got to know.

The morning after we were married, he left me.

I haven't seen him since.

I know now that having a baby and getting married ..

Was all part of something that didn't come off.

I shall never see him again.

Judy.

I'll help you in every way I can.

But I won't do what you came here to ask me.

What can I do for you? ─ Three old-fashioneds.

With English Scotch, not hooch. ─ And Irish ice?

[ French language ]

Sorry, my French is awful. ─ Oh.

Please see that my daughter has everything she wants.

Sure, with pleasure. ─ It's her birthday.

I'll be back in half an hour.

[ French language ]

A Gin-Fizz, not too sweet. ─ Sure, handmade and extra special.

And it's on me.

[ singing ] "Come to your rest, the night is ours."

"I love you so."

Too bad about your birthday. ─ He's only gone to the Treasury.

Ah, they found him out? What's his racket?

He's a banker. ─ A banker?

Very nice.

[ singing ] "Never an hour sweeter than this."

[ French language ]

That will be 1,200 francs. You want to pay in dollars?

For a Frenchman you don't talk too bad English.

For Americans, you don't either.

Okay, Limey. Keep the change.

I need someone to take diamonds to Tangier.

Then fly to New York.

With dollars.

We could send the Englishman.

No.

I'm sorry.

Afraid of letting him out of your sight?

That won't keep him.

No?

You are making a fool of yourself over this man.

Yes .. that's what I keep on telling myself, almost as often as you do.

Get rid of him.

If you don't, you'll regret it.

We always regret our mistakes. But we go on making them.

There was a time when you and I were happy. Without regret.

It could be again .. if you recover your senses.

There was a time when you were not always preaching at me.

Didn't you come here to talk about dollars?

Yes. Someone must go to New York.

I am Polish. That's no good.

I would send Golding but .. ─ But what?

They refused his entry permit.

Would they know him?

Well, they have his name. It was written in his passport.

Then you need another passport?

Yes, but an English passport. Golding is English.

Wait.

Bill.

So you want me to buy his passport?

To keep him here.

What is it?

Do you want to make some money?

This doesn't smell so good. ─ Money always smells good.

What is it this time? Diamonds, dollars, gold?

No.

You have only to lend your passport. ─ Hmm?

My passport? ─ Only for a few weeks.

A friend of mine must fly to New York. He needs a little .. holiday.

How much? ─ Fifty thousand francs.

Find a real mug.

You must pay more. ─ What do you mean, more?

If you want my name, you can pay for it. I'm rather fond of "Bill Glennon".

A question of taste. Sixty thousand.

That's better. ─ I'll take a hundred.

You want to thieve me?

That would be a theft to be proud of. ─ Settle it between you.

Okay.

Give me the passport.

Thanks.

A hundred thousand francs to keep him in France.

You are more than a fool. You are crazy.

You will lose him just the same. You will lose him in Paris.

You'll see.

You will never understand.

He's stolen from me. Betrayed me.

When I hear his voice ..

When he touches me ..

Without him, there is nothing.

Have a drink. Sam. Gin-Fizz and a Scotch.

Do bankers ever loan their daughters out without security?

Sometimes, their daughters just go out.

How about you? What about tomorrow? Lunch?

Well ..

Why not?

You young scamp.

Keeping us up all night.

How's his mother? ─ She slept very well.

Good .. I'll look in to see her later. ─ Very well, Doctor.

Thank you.

Glad it was you, father.

It was a difficult birth.

You know, some of us old-fashioned GPs are not bad at old-fashioned jobs like this.

Though I don't suppose it would cut much ice in Mayfair.

No, and I don't think I do. ─ What?

Father, you look absolutely whacked. ─ Oh, I'm alright.

Well .. if ever you feel like taking things a bit easier.

What do you mean?

I mean .. I'll take over from you, for good.

You'd better go in and see Judy. Then we might have a bite of food together.

Yes, fine.

One of the best-looking boys I ever set eyes on, darling. For his age.

Just like Winston Churchill.

Just a little bit like me, too?

Do you think? ─ Well, he's got your ears alright.

Is that all?

Alan .. he is like Bill.

Judy .. he's out of our lives forever.

Combien? ─ Cent, soixante dix

One hundred and seventy-five.

Merci.

[ French language ]

Darling, you realize if you do marry me ..

There's lots of things you're used to that you won't get any more.

I don't care.

Alright. We'll leave Paris. We'll go away.

Bill. ─ Listen.

After your father has left home in the morning.

Pack your things, and meet me at our café on the Place De La Madeleine.

Bring as much money as you can.

We'll leave Paris and then we'll get married.

Well, won't we?

Oh, bill ..

What you heard about me, is on the whole, true.

Broadly speaking.

And you can add to that, something you weren't told.

I am already married.

If you had been as frank with my daughter there will have been no misunderstanding.

Oh, I'm not so sure.

She's in love with me, you know.

In fact, she's already left home.

She is waiting for me now.

I see.

I must admit I find the whole thing rather .. embarrassing.

Then, what do you suggest? ─ Well, I could ..

Leave Paris.

Without my daughter?

Yes, I've the chance of a job in South America. A new company. Helicopters.

Helicopters?

Good, good. This is enterprise, adventure.

There is only one slight snag.

I'd have to buy a partnership.

I'd need ..

Ten thousand pounds. ─ Ten million francs?

A lot of money.

Do you love my daughter as much as that? ─ Don't you?

Well, I suppose it is a reasonable proposal.

It is generous. But I'm a businessman, and I like to do things correctly.

You won't regret it.

Not another word. It's a pleasure, I assure you.

[ French language ]

Now, will you please dictate to my clerk everything you've told me?

Sparing yourself nothing.

Finally, will you ..

Repeat your suggestion to compensate you for the loss of my daughter.

I think you said "ten thousand pounds"?

After that, if you will sign it, we'll both take it along to the the Police.

You're not going are you? It sounds a wonderful proposition.

I'm sure the Police will agree it is an opportunity of making money very quickly

[ French language ]

Cognac, s'il vous plaît. ─ Cognac?

[ French language ]

Soixante francs. ─ Soixante francs.

Merci ─ Merci.

Taxi.

He is no good for you.

Time to let him go. Everything he tells you is a lie. Can't you see?

You won't face the truth.

He'll get tired of her. I can wait.

It isn't the first time.

He is no good to you.

I tell you again and again until I'm sick of hearing myself.

And I'm sick of hearing you say it.

[ French language ]

What should I do?

Come away from Paris.

Forget him.

But I don't want to forget him.

There is nothing you can tell me about him I don't know.

But he is still in Paris. He is still near me.

That's all that matters.

I want my passport. Don't tell me it's at the bottom of the sea. We all know that.

I want a passport and I'm going to have one, or the money now.

And a British passport is expensive. ─ I wouldn't understand such things.

Cut that out. I'm in a hurry. 500,000 francs or I go to the Police.

Bill, what have you done? Why do you need this money?

I like to travel in comfort. And I'm going a long way.

Don't give him that.

That's your photograph, isn't it? Mr Golding.

If you are found with that, you'll be in trouble. It's no good to you.

Good enough.

Bill.

[ French language ]

Bill, you can't go like this!

No?

Goodbye, sweetheart.

Bill!

If this passport is no good, I'll be back. ─ You won't come back.

It's been done before.

Darling, you shouldn't be so ambitious.

How many children are coming to this wonderful party?

Eighteen.

Well, we've got eighteen wonderful balloons.

We'd better have a few more, just for luck.

What's the matter with this light? ─ Oh, a loose connection, I should think.

Soon fix that.

Here, hold this.

Do be careful, they'll be here soon.

─ Oh, it's child's play.

Marvellous what you can do with a nail file.

Now you've done it.

What happened?

Oh, they must have got the wiring all wrong.

It's supposed to be in series.

Of course. How stupid of them.

Hmm.

Judy.

Darling.

Any regrets? ─ None.

No Champagne in Battersea.

None of the old merry-go-round you used to have.

I hated it as much as you did.

Did you?

You said once you loved it, you were having wonderful time.

Bill's ghost again.

Why do you have to go on reminding me?

You are the only one ever thinks of him now.

Yes. I'm sorry.

I can't blame you.

Oh heavens, they'll all be here before we know where we are.

You promised to get the Heathcoate boys. ─ I'll be off.

What about the lights?

It's a fuse, I'll fix it while they have tea.

Oughtn't I ring up an electrician or something? ─ Certainly not.

And mind you're ready in time. ─ Alright.

I don't want to have to deal with 18 screaming little brats all on my own.

Oh, Waddy.

Did you remember about the extra crackers?

Now don't fuss. Nothing is forgotten. ─ I've forgotten Nicki.

Heavens, look at your face.

I'll catch it for this.

And just what have you two been up to?

Oh, Nicki. You and your Grandpa.

You're not fit to be left alone together for two seconds.

I don't like to discourage him, my dear. He was writing a letter to the Times.

Weren't you, Nicki?

Heavens, they're here already. And I haven't turned out the jellies yet.

And just look at you. Come on.

Don't forget I want a jelly with my tea. Oh, and ask Waddy if she thinks ..

Highlander can carry a penalty of ten pounds over three miles tomorrow.

You and Waddy between you would have us all in the workhouse.

Try and cope Waddy, will you? I'm not ready yet.

Alright.

"Hello, Waddy."

"Yes, it's me."

"Bill Glennon."

Hello Judy.

Run back to Grandpa, there's a good boy.

Alright, Waddy.

You're looking marvellous.

What do you want?

Don't you think it's a bit public out here?

Oh, a party.

Sorry.

Why are you here?

I couldn't go on indefinitely letting you think I departed this life, could I?

You know don't you, that I married Alan?

Yes.

Didn't wait long, did you?

It's made things a bit complicated, hasn't it?

What are you going to do about it?

That was rather the idea of coming to see you.

I thought we might all get together and try to tidy things up a bit.

After all, we can't both be married to you.

Keep Alan out of this!

It's nothing to do with him. ─ Isn't it?

I think he'd kill you if he knew.

Look. Obviously I've barged in at the wrong moment.

I don't think you're in the right frame of mind.

What about tomorrow, when you've both got used to the idea?

Anything. But you can't drag Alan into this again.

Don't be silly. How can we keep him out of it?

He'll be back at any moment. Will you go now?

Alright. I'll ring you tomorrow.

Oh. How's the boy? What did you call him?

Nicholas .. and this is his first party.

Pity I can't be there.

I hate to miss a good party.

Don't let us have a "hate", Judy.

People can't feel about each other the way we did and write it off completely.

Please, will you go.

See you tomorrow.

Stick 'em up.

[ puppet voice ] "I'm the hangman."

"And they tell me, Judy."

"That Punch been a very, very naughty boy."

"He'll have to put his head in there, like this."

"And then we pull on the rope, like that."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha."

It's alright, darling. You fainted. You've been doing too much.

Is anything worrying you?

I'm alright.

Are you sure?

Go down and see to things darling, will you.

Look after her, Waddy.

Waddy, how did it happen? ─ You haven't told Alan.

Why, Judy?

Alan mustn't know, not yet. ─ But he's got to know.

For his sake, if we can keep him out of it, we've go to.

How can you keep him out of it?

I don't know, but promise me you won't tell anyone.

Until I've found out why he's here.

Dear, I don't know. I'm sure.

Can't you see? I treated Alan so dreadfully before.

If there is anything I can do now, I've got to do it.

At least you must let me try.

Well, if you say so. ─ Please, Waddy.

Alright, Judy.

There we are. Hold that, will you?

Is the doctor alright? ─ I'm fine, thanks.

I can see that. I mean your father.

Oh .. he's not too bad. Hold this.

Why don't you pop up to the house one day? He likes to see his old friends.

He knew a thing or two. ─ Yes.

It's a rum thing. ─ What?

You can't beat the old'uns.

No, you can't, can you.

Well, there you are Mr Jenkins. Should be alright now.

We'll see.

See you after Christmas.

Send the next customer in, please.

Remember me kindly to the doctor. ─ I will.

We miss him you know. ─ I know you do.

Hello Kearn.

Even I couldn't dodge that queue of yours.

Why are you looking like that? Weren't you expecting me? Didn't Judy tell you?

No.

That's very naughty of her.

When did you see her?

As soon as I got back to London, naturally.

Looking marvellous, isn't she.

I think before we go further, I'd better talk to her.

Oh, I shouldn't, old man. She's worried stiff about you.

I don't think she's forgotten that you had a thing like this to go through before.

I thought that you and I might be able to sort this out between us this time.

Sort what out?

Oh, please.

Who is married to who? And .. Nicholas ..

The Police should be quite a help, too.

The Police?

They might like to know why you were reported killed.

Yes. I wish they'd tell me who borrowed my passport.

Still, that's not going to help us now.

I spent a long time working for the day I can come back to Judy with a clean slate.

It's pretty tough, you know. I'm still in love with her.

And I want her back. And Nicholas.

After all, I'm still her husband.

The first thing she'll do is divorce you. ─ That wasn't the impression she gave me.

Judy and I have a thing for each other that takes some breaking.

We always had.

You should know that.

We could never quite get it out of our systems.

What are you after, money?

Oh, is that your idea? I hadn't thought of that.

It's a bit sudden, but .. if it's the only way out and you insist.

It's going to be expensive. Think what you're getting, and what I'm giving up.

It wasn't my idea. I only asked if it was yours.

I'm going to phone my solicitor and then I'm going to the Police.

That's my idea of settling this.

Perhaps you were right. I should have a word with Judy. See how she feels.

Until you do, I don't think we'll get anything solved.

She knows where she can get in touch with me.

Any time.

She's been there.

I'll be seeing you.

Doctor, it's Millie's leg. ─ Please, give me a minute, will you.

It's an open cut and it's bleeding badly.

Alright .. let me look at it.

Yes?

"Hello, sweetheart. It's me."

I've been waiting.

"You haven't told Alan yet, have you."

Listen, Bill. We can arrange a divorce. Anything you want.

I'll tell Alan after you have gone.

"Aren't you rather banking on the idea that I want a divorce?"

"You had better come and see me now."

Then it's blackmail.

"Silly. A husband can't contact his own wife?"

Is that you, Judy?

Yes.

Be a good girl and get me my tobacco will you? It's in the drawer by the window.

Judy.

Thank you.

Judy, I know I'm a ruddy old nuisance lying about up here.

But if ever you wanted any help.

If ever you wanted to get something off your chest.

It's safe enough with me.

I know.

But really there is nothing. Nothing at all.

Darling.

Get me a handkerchief before you go, will you?

I've got to go out now. Waddy will get you your tea.

I wouldn't mind any of those jellies if there are any left.

And I hope Waddy didn't forget to ring up about my little investment.

I want it each-way.

I'll tell her.

[ telephone ]

Yes?

Waddy, I want to speak to Judy. ─ She's just gone out.

Well try and get her back. I must speak to her.

I'll try.

Judy!

Judy!

I shouted but she's gone. The fog is awful.

Waddy. Where has she gone to? ─ "I don't know."

The minute she gets back, ask her to call me. I'll be waiting here until she does.

"Alright. Goodbye."

Hello, Mrs G. Didn't take you long.

I was just going to make a cuppa. Or would you rather have a drink?

Oh, come on Judy. Relax. ─ What do you want to talk about?

You know, I never wanted to do this, but we're all in a mess now.

I want you. Alan wants you. Nicholas .. what a shambles.

Go on.

Just wondering if there weren't some way out.

Such as?

Well, if it means so much to you and Alan, I could .. step out of it.

Go to South America or somewhere.

And no-one every need know that you're married to the phony.

The point is, what are you two going to do for me?

It is blackmail.

No, no.

It's asking you to do something in return for what I'm prepared to do for you.

Of course, if won't play ball and there is a showdown.

Everything will come out for airing.

How much do you want? ─ How much can you let me have?

Two hundred and sixty-five pounds.

I didn't have in mind to go all the way to Rio to queue for the dole.

I can give you two hundred and sixty-five pounds. That's all.

You don't place much value on this second "romance" of yours, do you.

You would be afraid if you knew how much I do.

And what about Alan?

Two hundred and sixty-five pounds. Is that all you're worth to him?

Don't you think we'd better ask him? ─ No. Alan mustn't be brought into this.

I wonder what he would say if he knew you were meeting me here?

He'd begin to wonder why you hadn't told him I'm home.

Why didn't you tell him, Judy? It is so silly of you.

Anyhow, we won't get much further without him. He's the banker.

No! You can't do that. You can't!

Bill, please!

Is that you, Kearn? Glennon speaking.

I have our wife here.

Fourteen Cadogan Mews.

Quite like old times. We were just going to have a drink.

Why don't you come up and join the party? ─ Stop it Bill!

"Sorry, Judy's a bit upset."

She's not there. I don't believe you. ─ "Well, come and see."

It's up to him now.

We really can relax.

Put that away.

What good will it do you?

I'm not thinking of myself. I'm thinking of Alan and Nicki.

You say you're thinking of Nicki. Well think of him.

Think of him now.

How would you like to have a mother who killed your own father?

What about Alan? How's he going to feel for the rest of his life?

He doesn't want my son to remind him. It will kill both of us.

Or don't you care?

Judy.

Alan.

Don't go there. You mustn't.

Alan, take me home.

Is it all on again with you and him? ─ No.

Why have you kept me out of it? He's been seeing you, and you haven't told me.

Alan, don't!

I've got to know. I've got to know now from him.

Alan!

Alan.

Alan!

What is it, Waddy? ─ These gentlemen ..

Mrs Kearn? ─ Yes?

I'm Detective Inspector Gray from General Road Police station.

This is Sergeant Adams.

Police?

May we come in?

Yes, of course.

Put the lights on, Waddy.

It's ..

It's about your husband.

What's happened to him? Where is he?

At the station. He's made a statement.

A man has been shot. William Glennon.

Alan didn't shoot him. ─ He says he did.

No.

You knew William Glennon didn't you? ─ Yes.

You were married to him. ─ Yes.

Yes.

But Alan didn't shoot him.

He was found there, with the pistol.

But I took the pistol there. ─ You?

Yes, I want to tell you exactly what happened.

Suppose you do that.

I took the pistol and went to see him.

My husband didn't know. He didn't even know that Bill was alive.

Go on.

And then there was a terrible scene.

I lost my head .. pulled the trigger.

Several times. I don't know how many.

I hardly knew what I was doing.

Yes?

Then I dropped the pistol, ran down the stairs and into the street.

Only one thing, Mrs Kearn.

Your husband said he took the pistol to Glennon's place.

But I took it.

I can prove it. ─ Really?

The pistol is kept in a grey suede cover.

In a drawer in my father-in-law's room.

I got it from there, took it out of it's cover and then hid the cover.

I'm the only one who knows where that cover is now.

You had better show us.

I want you to be careful that you are sure about what you say Mrs Kearn.

You know that this involves a charge of murder.

My father-in-law's not very well. Is there any way that we can ..?

Did your father-in-law see you take the pistol? ─ No.

Alright. I'll do my best.

Wait here, Adams.

What is it, Judy?

It's alright, father.

Just an enquiry about your firearms license, sir.

Heavens, I believe I forgot to renew it.

If I could just see where the weapon is normally kept.

What's that to do with the license? ─ Just checking, sir.

Judy, show him will you. It's over there in the chest.

It's kept in here. In a grey, suede cover.

Alright .. where's the cover?

And the license, Mrs Kearn?

I put it in here somewhere.

IN this drawer.

It doesn't seem to be there, Mrs Kearn.

Why not try the desk?

Yes.

All this fuss about a simple license. The blasted government.

Coming into my bedroom, poking about into my drawers.

A regular Gestapo.

Judy, come and see if you can knock some sense into this damned thing.

It's full of nothing but crooners and comics.

Comics.

There you are, father.

Thank you, sir. Sorry to disturb you.

In view of what you've told us Mrs Kearn.

I'm afraid I must ask you to come to the station.

Of course.

If there are any domestic arrangements you would like to make ..

We'll wait.

Thank you.

I would just like to say goodnight to my son.

You said in your statement the pistol was in a cover.

What did you do with the cover?

Well, what did you did you do with it?

Did you ..

Get rid of it?

Yes .. I wanted to have the pistol ready.

What did you do with it?

I threw it out of the car window. I don't know just where because of the fog.

Is this it? It was found in a drawer at your house.

Your wife gave it to us. And another thing.

A police constable said he heard you break in to Glennon's place.

But he didn't hear a shot.

We've got your wife here, Dr Kearn.

She's told us her story.

I know you've said what you have to cover her.

I'm sorry, it just won't do. It's really no use.

May I see her?

I'm afraid not.

Well, will you tell her something? ─ Yes?

Will you say that all those things I said to her.

I realize now were not true.

And that they've never been true.

But I know that now.

And always will.

And will you say that I am sorry.

Yes.

If I were you, I should go home now.

There will be things to be take care of there.

Yes.

When can I see her? ─ As soon as possible.

Ask Mrs Kearn to come in.

Come in, please. Sit down.

Do you know, Mrs Kearn ..

You were right about your husband.

You mean, you don't believe he did it?

No.

He didn't shoot him.

Now Mrs Kearn, please.

Exactly what happened?

I had the pistol in my hand, and I was going to shoot him.

There was nothing else in my mind but that.

Then quite suddenly, I was conscious of the kettle.

It started to boil.

I could see the steam jetting out. And my head began to swim.

He said .. "what about Alan?".

"How's he going to feel for the rest of his life?"

Then he smiled. And my head went clear again.

Because I was angry.

I remember thinking that's the last bit of charm he'd ever try on me or anyone else.

I was going to press the trigger.

And I heard him say:

"What are you going to tell Nicki?"

"What are you going to say when he asks why you killed his father?"

And my head began to swim again.

And I knew that my hands were trembling.

And he could see they were.

I went on standing there, thinking about Nicki.

And how he looked a little bit like Bill.

Then suddenly, I was very frightened of what I'd nearly done.

I dropped the pistol, ran out of the room ..

Down the stairs, and into the street.

You are now saying you didn't kill Glennon?

Yes.

Is this yours, Mrs Kearn?

It was found on the floor of Glennon's flat.

Yes, but .. ─ But what, Mrs Kearn?

It is yours?

He gave it to me on our wedding day.

It was one of the things he took when he left.

You see, he disappeared and then, later on, I thought he was dead.

Yes. We know all that.

We thought Glennon was dead too, until the French Police resurrected him yesterday.

We had closed his file.

Yes, we knew quite a lot about him and his currency dealings.

The people he associated with in Paris.

His last little job over there was also attempted blackmail.

Between you, you and your husband have put us back about twelve hours.

And that's a long time.

You know, Mrs Kearn ..

There is one thing that makes us really cross.

That's when people try to make us look silly.

We don't much like false statements.

Your husband lied about the pistol.

You lied about the shooting.

You said you pulled the trigger. You didn't know how many times.

But only one bullet was fired.

If we were all as simple as you tried to make us look.

One of you might have talked yourselves into something there was no way out of.

Now, Mrs Kearn. Would you please mind waiting in the other room again.

Get me Passport Control, Dover.

Oh, excuse me.

Do you mind if we have the window open a little?

Allow me.

Not too much for you?

Thank you so much.

"Come back to you?"

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry."

"My wife's just been to see me. Oh, you don't know her, do you."

"That's her wrist-watch you're wearing."

"The curious thing is .."

"In my own peculiar way, I'm still in love with her."

"She had everything I ever really wanted except money."

"You had nothing but money."

"A cage of gold."

Yes?

I see.

Did she speak?

I see.

Alan.

T-G