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It's quite true, you know. The first
time we danced together, I was so

tripped. I nearly sprawled all over the
palace floor.

It was very embarrassing.

Remember? Don't be kind, darling. I was
nervous. I put out my arms for you and I

fell.

You've been falling for her ever since?
Yes, indeed.

Oh, Charles.

Mr. Hornsby, could I have a word with
you?

Surely not now.

Duty call. I'll be back in a moment.
Excuse me.

Just look at that man.

He walks as if he's already prime
minister.

You can tell your grandchildren you were
here, can't you? My dear sir, I'm not

married.

When did this happen, Mrs. Hart?

This morning, before breakfast.

Oh, surely he's just wandered off for a
bit.

Have you told the police?

Yes, they're looking, but they haven't
found anything.

Nothing. You can count on me for
anything.

Any expense.

Thank you, sir.

And keep in touch.

I want to know as soon as you find him.

He'll be back home soon.

You'll see.

I'll do everything I can to help Mrs.
Hart.

Everything.

Is anything the matter, Michael?

No, nothing.

We'd better get back, hadn't we?

As you wish.

Well, in the cabinet yet, Michael?

You'd be surprised.

recognition, Miguel.

Really?

Well, I had a lot of time to practice,
General.

You know, if there was anything I could
do to clear you with American

intelligence, well, just pay me the ten
bucks.

That was the bet, right?

Oh, yes.

Miguel, don't suppose you'd like to do a
job for me, would you?

Depends on what the job is.

Unless I'm going to get paid for it.

Well, that's no problem.

It's not exactly for me, though.

It's for a friend of mine.

A very important friend, in fact.

They live at Norton in the Cotswolds. Do
you know the place?

No.

Mrs. Hart was our housekeeper here.

When her daughter died, she went there
to care for her grandson.

And that's the boy who's missing now.

That's right, yes.

Stephen. Did Mrs. Hart notify the
police?

Of course.

But no trace has been found of the boy
not ahead of him. He's very young, you

know. Thanks.

How long have they been looking for him?

Four days.

What's your interest in this?

None. None at all, except I feel some
responsibility to Mrs. Hart.

Because he worked for you.

Certainly. And that's all?

She's, um... She's desperately in need
of help.

I never knew him. He left shortly after
the marriage.

If it was a marriage.

Could he be involved?

No, he hasn't been heard of for years.

So you just helped your housekeeper and
her grandson out of kindness?

Well, there's no ulterior motive in
helping them, if that's what you mean.

Well, that's close enough.

But I understand that.

Because I help people too.

Out of kindness?

For money.

How much money?

Well, how much help do you need?

My friend told me that you were
difficult and rude.

I have a very well -informed friend.

You really expect me to find the boy?

I'd like you to satisfy yourself that
everything has been done that can be

to find him.

And what if it isn't?

Use your judgment.

A hundred pounds a week plus expenses.

Plus 1 ,000 if I find the boy and
another 2 ,000 if he's alive.

And if he's dead, will you charge me
funeral expenses?

Yes, sir, if you want me to make the
arrangements.

I suppose that's why they threw you out
of American intelligence. Even in that

line of work, they couldn't stomach you.

You called me.

You want me to be in Martin this
afternoon, yes or no?

Yeah.

Mrs. Hart?

Can't you come another day?

Tell her McGill's here.

I don't know her. Who's there, Mason?

He calls himself McGill.

You shouldn't intrude just now. Her
grandson's missing.

Mrs. Hart?

Come in. I've been waiting.

I'm sorry, Violet.

I didn't know you were expecting anyone.

You've been very kind, Kenneth. Please
don't bother about me any longer. It's

bother. Certainly not at a time like
this. I'll see you tomorrow, then.

Well, if I can be of any help, don't
hesitate.

Thank you, Kenneth.

Thank you very much.

Mr. McGill?

Just McGill, Mrs. Hart.

Can you tell me anything?

Well, I just got here a couple of hours
ago. Of course.

Do sit down.

Please, go ahead. Mr. Hornsby phoned me,
told me you were coming.

That's very nice of him. He's always
been very nice to my family.

Evidently.

Do you think there's any hope for a boy?

I don't know.

I want to give you all the help I can,
answer any questions you may have.

Well...

As I understand it, Stephen was last
seen on Thursday around noon playing at

bottom of what you call Old Hill. Yes,
that's right. He played there quite

often. And you haven't seen him or heard
from him since?

No, not at all.

Oh, here's one of his most recent
pictures taken last Friday week.

I got it out specially for you.

Nobody else here needs a picture.
Everybody here knows Steve.

Everybody.

He's a nice -looking boy.

Here are some of his things, his
sweater, coat.

I won't need those.

I thought he might give you a more
complete picture.

This is his handwriting, his schoolwork.

He didn't... He doesn't write very well,
but his printing's quite good.

I see.

He had a dog.

An old hound who was always around the
house, but he died last month.

I can't have feeling if that dog had
been alive. This would never have

Would it help you to know about the dog?

No, ma 'am.

I see.

You're like the others.

You listen to me, you're patient.

But I can't help at all.

I don't know where he is, but I can't
help at all.

That's not true.

How? What can I do?

You can tell me why Mr. Hornsby
instructed me not to tell anyone he had

except you.

He's always been like that.

Like what?

He doesn't like people to know about his
good deeds. It embarrasses him.

He's very sensitive.

He's a very good person.

That's a very rare quality, Mr. McGill.
Just McGill, Mrs. Hart. Just McGill.

I suppose I should send for a bulldozer.

But this way gives everybody a feeling
that they're helping.

In any case, if he's down there, a few
more days won't make any difference.

How far have you extended the search,
Sergeant?

Oh, out to Kimberley in the north,
Marsden to the south, and the Hamptons

and west.

But a small boy could never have got
that far.

We'll find him nearer home, I suspect.

In a gully or an old stone quarry.

Somewhere. Well, then you're satisfied
he's dead?

Satisfied? No, I'm not satisfied at all.

Well, you do think he's dead.

He'll write one line in your newspaper
back in America.

That's pretty good.

Come on, let's move down a bit. Down
that way.

Come on, mister.

Come in.

Can you come again tomorrow, three o
'clock?

I was going to lift the spuds in the top
field tomorrow.

It isn't easy for any of us, Tommy.

I'll be here.

You'd be, uh, Mr.

McGill. Would I?

Oh, sure.

you at Mrs. Dart's house, remember?

Mm -hmm.

We all feel very keenly about Steve.
Mrs. Dart's a special person for us, you

see, and the boy.

Did you find him today?

You know we didn't.

Well, I just wanted to be sure.

You have a local newspaper here, don't
you? The Cotswold Weekly Chronicle. It

covers the old district.

Where would I find that?

Just outside, you can't miss it.

I won't.

What's your newspaper in the United
States, sir?

Do I have one?

Sergeant Jones says you do.

Then it must be true.

Excuse me.

Makes me sick, he does.

Why? Well, asking questions, poking
around.

Why doesn't he put some boots on and
muck around looking for the boy like the

rest of us?

Stevie don't mean a thing to him.

Well, I've got a boy on me own, and he's
going to get hungry this winter if I

don't get some spuds on the market.

Ah, well, that's the way things are,
Tommy.

Well, come and have a pint.

Ah, thanks. No, must get back. See you
later.

Right.

that you just couldn't finish.

But that's how it is with this case.

Maybe we'll just never be able to finish
it.

Well, I'm going to bed.

I think you should all do the same.

Never mind, lads. We'll start again in
the morning. Good night.

Good night.

Coffee for you, McGill.

So I see.

So you're Tom, aren't you?

Why are you asking?

Sergeant Jones says you were the last
person to see Steve.

I saw him, yes.

When?

Are you asking for your own newspaper?

Yep. Well, I've already told Sergeant
Jones.

I don't have to tell you.

Well, then, let's see.

You saw him around noon on Thursday
playing at Old Mill, right? What

do you work for?

The Philadelphia Inquirer.

So he was just playing around in the sun
and having fun. Everything was okay,

right? Yes.

I wasn't looking at him special.

Then he just disappeared?

I don't know if he did or not. I didn't
wait around.

No reason to.

Well, that whole area's been searched
over and over.

What are you getting at?

I want to be sure.

Sure about what?

Sure that I didn't do something to the
boy? Is that what you're saying?

No. Sounds like that's what he meant to
me.

Yeah, it does. That's quite right. Don't
sound like that.

The last time you saw Steve, was he
going towards his house or was he going

towards the brush?

All the questions I've answered. All of
them. And now you want more. What for?

Are you trying to make something big for
your paper?

Some scandal, trying to find a suspect.
You trying to make me out to be

something? Well, I make you out.

We love that, boy. We work night and day
to try and find him. What do you do?

Just ask a lot of questions.

Okay, look, relax.

Don't get excited.

I'll talk to you later.

No, talk now. Make your accusations.

Excuse me.

Hit his wallet.

Let's see if he's really a newspaper
man.

Now you're taking your frustrations out
on me. Stop him.

Get away.

Go on, go on. You better stay back. I'm
going to bash the first person's head in

comes near me. He's a killer.

That's what he is. A killer.

That's right. That's me. I'm the meanest
killer of them all.

I'd like some information, please. Just
a moment, sir, please.

Thank you, Mr. Dennis.

Thank you, Mr. Dennis.

The gravity of the present situation,
their inability to back

their total paralysis, and so admitting
to respond to that

high ideal of patriotism, which I am
convinced will lead to their ultimate

resignation.

That was quite impressive, Michael.

Thank you. But do you really think the
government will admit the gravity of the

situation and their inability to cope
with it?

I'd prefer your opinion.

Your political instincts have always
been shrewder than mine.

You flatter me.

The world flatters you. My humble voice
could make no difference.

It could.

But then when do you ever talk to me?

Um, whiskey or... It's ironic.

When we're in a crowd together, with a
camera and the spotlight...

You take my arm and you smile that
famous smile of yours.

And I feel we're together.

Take away the crowds and the cheers and
the spotlights and put it in a room.

And I'm alone.

I'm alone now.

Michael, talk to me.

Why?

Why are you like this?

There is no why, Dolores.

Has it been so bad all these years?

Has it been so painful to live with me?

Why are you so resentful?

Because we haven't had children?

Can't you accept all this and what I am?

It hasn't been bad, Dolores, not bad.
Then what?

Just nothing, Dolores, nothing.

What was it that silly man called us?

The golden couple.

All that glitters?

Michael!

I want to help you.

Please, let me help you.

Look, I'm 46 years old.

Find someone else to mother.

Man in town yesterday calls himself a
newspaper man, McGill.

Lots of newspaper men.

This one was different, something about
him. Didn't send a story to anyone,

didn't telephone.

Just went to see Mrs. Hart, went to the
meeting hall and visited the paper.

He's lazy.

Walked in on Mrs. Hart, just said, I'm
McGill.

Violet took one look at him and
practically pushed me out of the door.

I know.

Well, could be something.

Maybe our man sent this McGill instead
of putting an advertisement in the

newspaper.

Maybe he thinks we're going to wait
forever.

Yeah, maybe.

And then again, maybe this McGill's what
he says he is.

What are we going to do?

When the thinking to be done, I've got
to do it.

Get back in there.

I didn't know. I can't hear anything in
there. No, just stay put.

Just stay.

All right, all right.

Why couldn't you bring someone with
brains? Oh, Rudy's okay.

It's your idea that's crazy.

No. Look, sooner or later he's going to
hear you, see you. Then you'll have to

finish him.

Why wait?

We're not going to touch him.

Look, you can't get the money and send
him home and go on living happily ever

after as though nothing's ever happened.

Forget it.

Crazy little dream, darling.

Well, you're not going to cry, are you,
Stevie?

No.

Oh, that's good.

I wish there was a book.

I can't read.

I can.

Well, there ain't any books in here
anyway.

Do you know a song?

No.

I do.

Well, you better not.

They might not like it if they hear it.

I don't care how long you've known him
or his grandma and all the rest. Face

facts.

Sooner or later, you've got to be
prepared to take care of the kids.

this moment, you've got to be prepared
to take care of this McGill.

Right?

My garden and his son.

Strange. I have the garden, he has the
son. I'm the richer, you see.

He was supposed to return yesterday.

I couldn't make it.

What about the boy?

I think he's dead.

Just like that?

Just like that.

Surely we can do more?

I can't. On the basis of the information
in my possession, the boy must be dead.

I don't believe he's dead. You don't?

I want you to go back and look again.
There's nothing to look for.

I can't give up just now. Not like this.

Why not?

What haven't you told me? Nothing.

What do you mean, nothing?

According to the editor of the local
newspaper, Mrs. Hart takes Steve to

once each month like clockwork. You know
about that? Why should I?

Well, why should they go to London once
each month?

Ask Mrs. Hart.

I did.

She said the boy had relatives there,
cousins of the late father.

You see?

Well, I went to London yesterday.

You did?

And I located a hotel. And I got a
description of the so -called cousin.

Now, what else are you not telling me?

Does your wife know?

Nobody knows except Mrs. Hart.

And whoever has the boy.

And who would that be, Mr. Hornsby?

Whoever it was, call me one.

Six days ago and demanded 50 ,000 pounds
if I wanted to see Steve alive again.

He told me not to call the police.

And? I didn't even know then the boy had
gone.

So he said I should put an advertment in
the examiner when I agreed to pay the

money. Did you do that?

No. Well, what did you do?

I contacted detectives. You weren't the
first. Oh, no. You were the last result.

You could have told the police.

They said they'd kill the boy.

Your career couldn't have had anything
to do with it, would it, Mr. Hornsby?

A little bad publicity. Would that
embarrass you?

What could I do?

You could have paid the money, and you
could have called the police, and you

could have placed the ad.

I couldn't. I couldn't. Why not?

I have no money, Mr. McGill.

No, it's true, no money. My wife has all
the money.

The money, the house, the grounds, the
position, the prestige, even the brain.

All my wife.

Except for one thing, just one.

My son.

My son.

Call the examiner and place the ad.

I can't. Are you afraid to place an ad
in a newspaper?

I haven't got the money to pay around
them.

Place the ad.

Look, even if Steve is alive now, if we
arrange a transfer, if there's no money,

they'll kill him for sure.

Look, you won't have to do anything.

I'll take care of it. Just place the ad.

You? That's right.

Why?

I told you, 1 ,000 pounds if I find the
boy and another 2 ,000 if he's alive.

You have that much money, don't you?

Yeah, the call.

Now.

Look! Look! Here it is!

Look!

At last!

At last! He gave in! I told you he'd
give in. He thought we'd give him, but

did. He did. Look!

Room to let. Special accommodation for
one child.

Phone Hampstead 21573. Two lines.

It's going to cost him 50 ,000 quid.
It's working. You see perfectly.

Stevie never saw me here. Never heard me
here.

Blindfolded when we brought him.

Blindfolded when he leaves. I can go on
living here as always.

In my own town.

I'll go back to London.

It's a great little place to be rich in.

What about Rudy?

Rudy? Well, I picked him up out of the
street for this job.

When it's over, I'll put him back.

If he's lucky.

Now then, Mr. Hornsby.

Yes. Yes, I have the money.

In small denominations, yes, I
understand.

No, no, you must understand, I can't
come myself.

Someone might see me.

I'm sending my man.

Quite alone.

Of course.

But you must show him the boy. The boy
must be alive.

I'd like to talk to him for a moment,
please.

Let me, let me talk to him, please.

Oh, where are you going?

I'm going to my room. I've got to get
some sleep.

Aren't you leaving tonight?

Tomorrow is soon enough, and I need a
car in the morning.

I'll see to that, yeah.

Good.

Pleasant dreams.

Good morning, Mr. McGill. I'm Dolores
Hornby.

Well, may I come in?

You're in.

You're ready to leave, I think.

I had hoped my husband would introduce
us.

So did I.

You interest me, Mr. McGill.

I do.

Six years ago, you had a brilliant
future with American intelligence, until

unfortunate incident.

You weren't spying for the Russians,
were you?

You know an awful lot for a lady.

Yes.

Beautiful day.

Gardener's boys in the flower beds
again.

Are you going to save my husband's son,
Mr. McGill?

I know about thieves.

I haven't been officially informed,
but... I knew when he was born.

When his mother died.

I knew when he was ill.

I know from the expression on my
husband's face whether his monthly visit

the boys has been satisfactory or not.

Oh, yes.

I know all about Steve.

And now this present situation.

At first, last week, I thought it was
just an accident of some sort, but then

they were the private detectives, and
now you.

And I guessed.

It's a kidnapping, isn't it?

I see.

Business, Mr. McGill.

I always sit down to discuss business.

How much is the ransom?

50 ,000?

100 ,000?

I can well afford it. I had plenty of
money.

And I'm not without heart.

Please let me do this.

There's no point.

I don't know what I've done to my
husband over these years, how I've

him, but there's very little left of the
man I married.

Very little joy or strength or life in
him.

I'm afraid of what this will do to him.

If he loses that boy, there'll be
nothing left of him.

Nothing at all.

Money won't help.

Money always helps.

Not this time.

Oh, I see.

You think they intend to kill the boy if
they haven't done so already.

And you.

Of course, with or without the money,
they'd have to kill you.

You'll have seen them and be able to
identify them.

I have to go.

How much is he paying you?

My usual fee.

Years ago, when we were first married,
my husband would have done this thing

himself. Believe me, he'd have gone
after the boy alone, as you're doing.

Excuse me.

Hello? Let me talk to him.

Who's there?

Yes. I'm here.

That you?

Man from the city?

Right. All right, then. You go to the
pub tonight.

10 .30.

Sharp. Take a suitcase and stand by the
telephone.

Understand? Yep.

You reckon that's the order of the day.

Here we are.

Hiya,

Joe.

Thank you.

No idea. Well, again.

It's for me. It's from my newspaper.

It's from me, buster.

All right, double or that.

Hello. That you?

Man from London.

That's right.

Leave a pub right now, get in your car,
drive to Old Hill.

Now, that's close to Missy's heart's
house.

You know the place?

Yeah.

Right now, there's a tree there, elm
tree.

Big one.

Now, you leave a suitcase there, and you
get back in your car, and you drive

back to the pub.

And after we've counted the money, we'll
let you know we can pick up the boy.

No.

You've got no choice.

I'll give you the money for the boy at
the same time.

In the daylight when I can see him.
Otherwise, it's no deal.

We'll kill him.

All right. I'll go back to London with
the suitcase. It's not my money. It's

my boy either.

You're bluffing.

You call me back in one minute.
Otherwise, I'm going home.

We'll bring a boy.

You leave a pub right now.

I don't think so. Look, look, you've got
no choice, darling.

Now you get in your car and drive on the
Marston Road.

Go slow and make sure you're alone.

And you drive all the way to Gurney.

And when you get there, you drive back
again.

And you keep driving backwards and
forwards.

All right?

And when we're ready, we'll stop you.

Ready for what?

See ya.

Here. What now?

You owe me for a beer.

When can I go home, Rudy?

Oh, don't keep asking me.

When?

You'll be home next evening.

You say he'll be

All right, you stay with the boy. Do
like I said.

Okay, I will.

Good lad.

He'll be home soon then, will he?

Just do as you're told, yeah?

Where's the boy?

You'll see.

Hold it!

Right, a suitcase.

Throw it out.

Let the boy go.

We've got to count the money.

That boy has to be free, and I've been
driving him down here all night, and I'm

getting angry.

Now, come on now.

If we wanted to kill him, we could have
killed him a long time ago.

Look, we've got to count the money.

All right, now the boy.

No, nothing, darling.

Well, where do you live?

That way.

A long way down that way.

Well, can you find it?

Yeah. Well, go home.

I had nowhere to go, you see.

Nowhere to go.

Yes.

Yes, Mrs. Hart.

Thank you for calling me.

Thank you very much.

Tell him... No, no, I'll be there today.

Yes. Yes. As soon as I can.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm fine.

Very fine.

Can I get you something?

No, no, I'm in a hurry, you see. Excuse
me. A very great hurry. Where are you

going?

I'm going... I'm going to see my son.

Your son?

Yes.

He's ten years old. I thought I'd lost
him.

Is he all right?

Yes, he's alive.

I'm glad.

Are you?

Yes.

Will you be back?

Will... Will I be back?

You know, there... There's always been
room for anything you wanted in this

house.

Do you hear me, Dolores?

I have a son!

I know.

You'll let him know that we recovered
the suitcase for him? Of course.

How long will it take before Mr. McGill
is fully recovered?

We should have him out of here within
three weeks.

Then I would like him placed in a
private room, please.

Whatever you say.

And send all the bills to me?

Certainly, Mrs. Hornsby.

Thank you.

When shall I tell him you'll be calling
again?

I won't be calling again.

Goodbye.