All language subtitles for Escape (1948, Mankiewicz) English

- Skip, what's the verdict?
- Very nice.

- Handles beautifully.
- Economical, too.

4 and 1/2 gallons to the hour the factory
says. I make it nearer five.

How soon can you deliver one?

If I wangle another demonstration
with the factory, you can have that one.

I've got to fit it into my budget.
Chicken farming's not all they say it is.

Ought to be enough just
to live close to all those eggs.

- I'll let you know in a day or two.
- You won't stay the night?

No, due up in London.
Looking at the races on the way.

Bye, bye, Titch.
Bye, bye, Rodgers.

Say, Matt!

You're going to the races,
would you stick on a small bet for me?

- Of course.
- Estrella in the fifth.

Estrella in the fifth.
How much?

- Well... 50 quid.
- I thought you said a small bet!

Well, it's...

By the way, I'd rather Titch didn't know
because he doesn't approve.

- �50 quid to win?
- Yes.

If it doesn't come in I'll send you on
a check. That'll be alright?

Yes, of course.
I phone it through to my bookie.

Bye.

Hello?

May I speak...?
Hello, Rodgers!

Denant.

About our friend Estrella.
Let us down I'm afraid.

She didn't win?

The thought never entered her head.
Sixth I think.

Only six in the race.

Yes, alright...
I'll send you on the check.

I'm staying in my club for a day or two.
Will you send it on there?

Matt, will you mind if I wait
a day or two?

I'll send it on as soon as I can.

Not at all.

Thanks.

It's alright.
Goodbye.

Would you mind give me a light?

- Not at all.
- Thanks.

Gold?

Brass.

Been racing?
I went to the Derby this year.

Did you? So did I.
What did you back?

Loser, as usual.
What did you?

Loser too.
Not that it mattered.

I think is awful when you lose, don't you?

Watching the horses is almost my money's
worth. Prettiest things in the world.

Prettier than women?

Once in a while you get a woman
of good teeth and strong neck.

You don't like women. I suppose you think
they've got more vices than horses.

- Who put the vices in them?
- I know you all say men.

Do you really believe it?

I thought Eve was responsible of what
happened on the garden that day.

The garden of Eden.

It must have been just like Hyde Park.
I bet there were cops there too.

You don't like cops.

- Do you?
- Never bothered to find out.

They'll bother soon enough
for you or me.

You can walk on the park, can't you?
Because you're a man.

I can't, cops won't let me.

I'm guilty straight off to the cops
because I'm a woman.

They don't care what kind.
They only know one sort.

Following me and questioning me
as if I were something cheap.

Because I like to sit here sometimes
and talk to chap.

They're only obeying orders,
doing their job.

I expect they're pretty human
like the rest of us.

You drop into Bow Street
one Monday morning.

I'm sure they have their share of bad ones.
What profession hasn't?

Some say otherwise.

That's the real oldest profession.
The cops.

You're original, aren't you?

- The original sin.
- The worst thing?

- Money I suppose.
- Only if you haven't got it.

If I had money of my own,
you know what I'd do?

- Get rid of it.
- That's just what I wouldn't.

If ever I had to depend on
you men again, I...

I'd shut my lights off.

- Not like the woman under ether?
- What did she do?

Kept shouting I don't want to be a free
independent economic agent,

I want to be loved.

- What's wrong?
- I didn't think that's funny.

Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt
your feelings.

Give me the fellow that does.
It wouldn't hurt half as much.

I'm sorry.

- Good night.
- You might come and see me now and then?

Palmistry?

That's right.
I read the future of the palm of your hand.

I'm afraid my future's a bit dull.

It's what you make it.

You come.
Any time.

I see.
Good night.

Good night.

- Who are you?
- Plain clothes. Come along.

Why?
I wasn't doing anything.

Of course not, you just like to meet
your friends in the park.

- Let me go!
- Quietly I said, you won't get hurt.

I wasn't doing anything I tell you.
He'll tell you too.

Tell him, mister!

- You talked to me of your own accord.
- Of course I did.

I've been watching this woman
and I saw her accost you.

We had a talk, that's all.
You can't arrest her over that.

I saw her accost you
and I saw her give you her card.

Best thing you can do is to move on
and keep clear of this.

Leave her alone!
If anyone is to blame I am.

- Are you going to clear off?
- No, I'm going to stay on.

If you interfere I should want you too.
You come along to the station.

If you want to say anything
you can say it to the sergeant.

- Take your hands off her!
- I'm warning you, that's enough!

I said take your hands off her!

- You're under arrest.
- And don't put them on me either!

Don't fight!
They've always got it on you.

Run for it!

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to beat you so hard.

He hit his head.
He's not moving.

He hit it.

Quick, before anyone comes.
He's blown his whistle.

I can't leave him like this.

Let's get out of here!

Who'd know?
Let's get out of here!

You clear off.
I'll stay with him.

Go on!

- What's this all about?
- I'm afraid he's badly hurt.

- Who is it?
- I don't know.

It's Penter!
How did this happen?

He hit his head on this.

- Did you hit him?
- It was a sort of fight.

As I was helping him up, he swung at me
and lost his balance...

I think you'd better come along
to the station.

- What was the fight about?
- Heaven knows.

The original sin.

All persons who have anything more to do
before my Lords, the King's Justices,

for the jurisdiction
of the Central Criminal Court,

draw near and
give your attendance.

God save the king.

Despite the accused's exemplary conduct,

despite his heroism in defence of
his country during the war,

we ask no special treatment for him.

We admit that he erred
in striking an officer,

engaged in the performance
of his duty.

We point out however that the blow was
not the cause of detective Penter's death.

The man died as a result of a scuffle,

which occurred when the accused
was endeavouring to aid him to his feet.

If you find,
as I invite you to do,

that this death was due to events

which had no necessary connection
with Matthew Denant's blow,

and were entirely beyond his control,

then you must return a verdict
of not guilty.

Like I say, if he hadn't have helped the
'tec, the 'tec wouldn't have hit his head.

If he hadn't hit him,
the 'tec wouldn't have needed help.

If the 'tec hadn't interfered,
he wouldn't have hit him.

Hey, mine's a pint.

When the accused struck detective Penter,
he violated the law of the realm.

That blow set in motion a chain of events
wich resulted in detective Penter's death.

Let us strip away all legal subtleties.

We have left to consider only

a felonious blow resulting in death.

It is for this reason that the crown
asks for a verdict of guilty.

On the charge of manslaughter.

The weather will continue fine
on the most of southern England tomorrow,

with possible scattered showers
in the evening.

The suming up was completed
in the Hyde Park case this afternoon.

After an hour's retirement,

the jury return a verdict of guilty
against Matthew Denant.

Sentence has not yet been pronounced.

Prisoner at the bar,
you stand convicted of a felony.

Have you anything to say why the court
should not give you judgement

according to the law?
- Yes, I have.

I did not intend to kill detective Penter.
Nor did I kill him.

The verdict reached by the jury is unjust.

It's unjust because
you cannot try bad luck.

I admitted the only offence
to which I was guilty,

to hit back at a man
who struck at me.

I haven't tried to avoid responsibility
for anything.

I'm standing here in this dock because
I refused to abandon an injured man.

I could have walked away any time
and none the wiser,

but I stayed where I was and told the truth
because I believed I'd be treated justly.

Because I believed in justice.

I've been found guilty.

I cannot submit to that verdict.

I should never submit to it.

Matthew Denant,

you've been giving fair trial
and found guilty of manslaughter.

In my opinion, the jury could have
brought in no other verdict.

You had no right whatsoever
to assault a police officer.

That there were mitigating circumstances
cannot alter this fact.

Nor the fact that your assault,
however indirectly,

resulted in a man's death.

But because of your previous good character,

I should impose on you one of the most
lenient sentences

which it lies in my discretion to award.

You'll go to penal servitude for 3 years.

Now then...

Blasted fog.

It'll come over us like
a ruddy blanket in a minute.

Work in closer men.

Close in there.

That's better.

Their Lordships having a wee case of the
fog jitters. Getting a bit thick for them.

What's the difference? They don't have
to see us, they can smell us.

We'll be rounded up in a minute.
You'll see.

Like a herd of bleeding sheep.

Makes them nervous, fog.
Animals get ideas.

Like running away.

I can escape.

Running away don't mean to escape.
Not from here it don't.

Running away is easy.
But nobody's ever escaped.

If you run away they'll bring you back.
There ain't a dog's change for the other.

You want food, you want clothes,
you want money and a car.

Where's Hendon from here?

- What you getting at?
- You know the country.

Don't think of it, chum.

- Here's a stick. Draw it for me.
- Here's where we are.

Here's the prison road.
Runs into the main road here.

There's a bridge and a stream
about a mile and a half.

In another mile there's a crossroad.
Henley's this way, Moorside's that.

Bogs here and here.
The river doubles round like this.

- Hurry up with that.
- Yes Sir, hurrying right along, Sir.

Drop it, you won't have a chance.

There's the bogs.
You can't tell them from the hard ground.

There's no warning. You get caught in them.
You're gone before you know.

- I'm caught here too.
- These people, they're all against you.

They'll hunt you with dogs and turn you in.
Funny, isn't it?

- If I get to Henley I'll be alright.
- What's in Henley?

Wouldn't you rather not know
when they ask you.

If they spot you and yell,
don't run for it, they'll shoot.

Let them.
If it ends with a bullet that's that.

I wish I had your nerve.

They made that rules and I'll play
their game. Thanks, Brownie.

Good luck, Matt. I wish I had
the pluck to go with you, but I haven't.

Turn your head the other way
and keep it there.

You can have my loaf and tea tonight.
My compliments to the chef.

Alright, that's all. We're going in.
Keep close together.

Come on, this way.

- Hello, where is your mate?
- Him, Sir?

Didn't you pass him, Sir?
He was here a minute ago.

He said something about getting in fast.
Fog made him nervous he said.

You know where he's gone.
You better tell me.

It's coming back to me now, Sir.
He said something most peculiar.

Brownie, how would you like a nice,
fat, wild goose for your supper?

- A wild goose, I says?
- Alright, that's enough.

Keep up with the others.

- Take them in.
- Yes, Sir. Alright, men!

What's this?
Good morning, inspector.

Good morning, Sir James.
Good morning, Miss Winton.

- Has one of your birds flown the coop?
- Yes, he got away in the fog yesterday.

- No cause for alarm, Miss Winton.
- When you've grown up here,

escapes become part of the background
like the moor ponies.

It's a wonder to me they still try it.

Can't say I've never known
one get away and stay away.

It'll always be worth a try to some.
Can't say I blame them too much.

Who was it said that

a prison is a monastery of men
who have not chosen to be monks.

I've never understood what good
it does to block the roads.

- Surely he'd keep to the moors.
- He hasn't a chance without a car.

And you know people will go off
without locking their ignition.

As for a man afoot in the moors,

I should hate to think of the bogs
getting him before we do.

I hope he has the good sense
to stay clear of them.

Goodbye.

- I hope you didn't wait for breakfast.
- I had mine ages ago, you must be famished.

I gather you and your horse did one
of the jumps at different times.

I got over little before he did.

He... he shied at something
behind the hedge.

Those britches will take weeks
at the cleaner.

And another bill.

- Did you have a good run?
- Splendid.

There was a tang in the air and you can
almost smell the autumn on the moors.

We had a fine kill.

- That sounds so cold blooded.
- It's only a hunting term.

It does seem unnecessarily cruel,
hounding a poor beast to its death.

Foxes hunting expect to be hunted.

Phyllis, would you bring some breakfast to
my room? I'm going to have my bath.

- Yes, miss Dora.
- Thank you.

Telegram for you.

It's from Charles.
He won't be down this weekend.

What a pity!
Does he say why?

He doesn't mention a name,
if that's what you mean.

Dora, really...

- Please, don't scream.
- What are you doing in my room?

Your breakfast I'm afraid.

Well, you've got to get out.

When I've finished.

You're taking quite a chance
for a few pieces of toast.

I've quite an appetite,
this is moor air you know.

The bread ration in prison
is larger than yours.

I should offer you some of this.

That's vey generous of you.
Quite a gentleman, aren't you?

Don't misunderstand me. I'm a convict.
So decreed by a jury of my peers.

Why did you escape? You can't get away.
Only fools try.

- And you're obviously not a fool.
- Thanks.

- You must have known how it would be.
- Aren't you?

They'll catch you, they always do.

Not me.
Not alive.

- Come for the tray, miss.
- Alright.

You did clean it all.

There's nothing like the moor air
for an appetite.

Yes, miss. Inspector Harris is out
in front, with miss Winton.

He thinks the convict might be close by.
Frightening, isn't it?

Probably just as frightening
to him as it is to us.

Not this one, miss.
He's a murderer.

Five years ago we had one loose
and he was half barmy.

I'm sure the gossip can wait, Phyllis,
and my bath can't, do you mind?

Very well, miss. Only telling you
what I thought you should know, I was.

Thanks.

- Dora!
- My sister.

Yes, Grace?

Inspector says they found tracks of the
escaped convict on the moor, near here.

- Phyllis told me.
- You better come with the rest of us.

Well I...
I can't very well like this.

Please, hurry and dress.
Mr. Harris says the man is dangerous.

- Shall we look under the bed together?
- I looked as I came in, he's not there.

- You heard what they said.
- Yes, seems time to go.

Is it true that you're a murderer?

No, it's true I hit a man
and he died.

I didn't kill him,
I didn't even know the poor devil.

- You're Matt Denant, Hyde Park case.
- That's right.

Wait here.

- Put these on. Can you fish?
- Yes.

Then you'd better.
The stream is just beyond the woods.

You can circle around the gardens.

- Your husband?
- My fianc�.

There's an old hut
about half a mile up stream.

It's never used.
You'll be safe there if you want to rest.

If you see anyone looking drunk
you gain his confidence.

- What will your fianc� think?
- What he doesn't know, can't hurt him.

- Why are you doing this?
- I haven't the slightest idea.

- The original sin.
- What makes you think of that?

Seems to be quite a lot of it around.

They're coming.

Thanks.
Sorry to eat and run like this.

Hello, inspector. How nice you bring
your hunt through our house.

The hunt goes where the fox goes.
Am I right?

They do not as a rule
run about in my bedroom.

This is a different kind of fox.

You know sir, it's my opinion he'd stick
to the open. That's psychology.

Wasn't that psychology that...

kill the cat?

Curiosity, inspector.

You're right, it was curiosity.

I've often wondered what that cat
was looking for.

Would you know, miss Dora?

The only cats I know about, inspector,
are a different kind.

But that is mud on my floor, isn't it?

Offhand, I would say yes.

Phyllis, while I remember...

I've got the bathroom
looking like a river bank.

Well, there's no one here,
that's certain... now.

I hope we haven't disturbed you too much.

- Not at all.
- Goodbye.

He was here, wasn't he?

How could you do such a thing?

I don't know.

Do you suppose it was... original sin?

Allow me, madam.

May I use your telephone, please?

I always hate to think of
one of those dreadful men at large,

you can't sleep in your bed.

Darling, I wouldn't get too excited.
Think of the choice he's got.

That was a bad case.
They were up to no good those two.

They say those London parks
aren't in a proper state.

They ain't a Sunday school,
that's certain.

- Hendley exchange, please.
- I'd have hung him, the murderer.

Come now darling,
he was no murderer.

Having his bit of fun he was
and along came trouble.

- Not his fault.
- I'd punish her too.

I keep them shut up, the harpies,
and then they wouldn't tempt you man.

I can't say I've been tempted
for some time.

I'm going over to the local
for some conversation.

What do you get here?

Hendley 323.
May I speak to Titch, please?

Hold on.

Yes?

It's you, Matt?
Where are you?

In a village called Moorside,
about 10 miles from you.

This is police business, you understand.
I can't speak openly on the telephone.

They've unearthed a plot
to steal one of your aircraft.

Desperate man trying to make
a get away to France.

Are you sure it's wise? I mean,
are you sure it's the fellow's intention?

Yes, it's his only chance.
We believe he hopes to find an aircraft

unattended on your aerodrome,
warmed up, ready to go.

In an hour or two, I should think.
We're pressing him pretty closely.

Right.
We'll cooperate.

Thanks.

- That'll be six pence, sir.
- Oh, yes.

- It's extraordinary, I can't find my money.
- Hendley exchange is six pence, sir.

This is police business, you know.
Charge to the Devon constabulary.

- You don't look like a policeman to me.
- Thank you, that's a compliment.

Constable Beans is outside.
We can easily find out.

Is he here? That's lucky.
I can touch him with the six pence.

He can hardly refuse
a superior officer, can he?

Constable, stop that man!

- What's all this?
- She says you owe her six pence.

- I want my six pence!
- Now, now, Mrs. Pinkem.

Hold on there, just a minute!

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

- I wonder if you have a car for hire.
- I have, but it's out.

- Won't be interested in buying, will you?
- Might be.

Got a nice little Austin for sale.

Cheaper in the long run, to have a car
of your own for running around Devon.

- Depends on what it's like.
- Come and have a look at it yourself.

Here you are, governor.
Top hole condition.

Only reason for selling is
the owner's had to go abroad.

Not 10.000 miles in tyres.

300 quid?

Take it out.
Let me try it.

Drive it yourself.

Hold on, I'll get some cigarrettes.

Bit noisy of course,
but what can you expect from a '35 model.

Driven all the time by an old couple
at Torquay, know them myself.

Mind the bump of the curb.

Easy, governor. The police are thick today
looking for that escaped murderer.

What makes you so sure
he's a murderer?

What else?
I followed this case, I can tell you.

Never mind what his lawyer said,
he killed that 'tec,

and what's more,
he meant to kill him.

- I got no sympathy for criminals.
- Very few of you honest men have.

If they'd hung him in first place,
they wouldn't have this trouble now.

- What's your opinion, governor?
- My opinion is there are great many people

in prison that should be out
and great many out that should be in.

I dare say.

For instance, you say this is a 1935 Austin,
I say it's 31 at the latest.

You rigged the indicator and it says 7.000
miles, but 70.000 is nearer to the truth.

- Now look here.
- And ask for the old couple in Torquay.

I say you picked it off a junk heap for 20
pounds and slapped some cheap paint in it.

And you intend to steal 300 pounds
from some poor devil

who's desperate for a car
to do his business.

- I ain't done a thing that ain't legal.
- Perfectly legal! Honest business.

You're an honest citizen, the kind they sit
on juries to judge the criminal class.

If you don't want this car
you needn't have it.

There's plenty will buy it,
so let's turn back.

I think this is far enough.

- Get out.
- Why? What are you getting at?

- You heard me, get out.
- Who do you think you are?

You said you followed my case.
Take a good look. Who do you think I am?

- Oh, you're him.
- I'm him alright.

A killer with a price in his head,
not a cheap motorcar racketeer.

Now, beat it!

- What's the matter?
- That man's having trouble.

We can't stop for everyone
on the road who...

- It's the convict, isn't it?
- You've got a detective's intuition, Grace.

Is it serious?

Some dirt in the petrol lead
and I haven't much time.

Where are you going?

This is my sister Grace, Mr. Denant.
Where are you going?

- That way.
- You can't, we've just come from there.

The police have a road block
about a mile ahead.

Is there another road?

There goes around the moor but it's quite a
bit longer and is going back to the village.

Might make a sort of blind dash for it.

Place'll be buzzing like a bee hive by now.
I rather helped myself to this car you see.

You could take ours,
that would throw them off.

He'll do nothing of the sort.

You've no right to involve
my sister in your... activities.

I've no intention of involving either
your sister or your car.

There must be some way we can help.

You realize of course you could go to prison
yourself by aiding an escaped convict.

They're looking for a lone man.

If I drive through the village
with you, there's a chance.

- Dora, I won't have it.
- Won't you, Grace?

- Will this hood come down?
- It will either come down or off.

Inspector Harris?
Constable Bean from Moorside reporting.

Better news for you, sir.
I'm hot on the trail of the convict.

That's right. He stole a car on the village,
but I was on the alert and I...

Hold on, sir.

Inspector?
Sorry for interrupting, sir.

I thought it was the same car,
but it was only some Americans.

Where are you, Constable?

Right-ho.
I'll be over presently.

Oughtn't you to be getting out soon?

I'll ride with you
as far as the level crossing.

It's only a short walk home
from there.

I hope this won't make trouble
between you and your sister.

Trouble was there before you came along.
You see, Grace is a very righteous woman.

There's only one way
I can make living with her tolerable

and that's by doing outrageous things
every now and then.

- Like helping convicts.
- Don't call yourself that.

What's your name?
I only know the Dora part.

Dora Winton, soon it will be Bostey.

Yes, the one who won't be hurt
by what he doesn't know.

- Are you very happy?
- Why should I be?

- People in love...
- I'm not in love.

Have you ever been poor?

I've had a few pounds a year.
Why?

Would it make much difference to you?

- Probably. Possibly. I don't know.
- I'd hate it.

You see, I like having my share
of the loaves and fishes.

But now there isn't any more money left
and that means...

Well, I look upon my marriage
as an investment.

You made all that perfectly clear
to your fianc�, of course.

Of course not,
I'd lose my investment.

You see, Charles is very much like Grace.
They both have very high standards for me.

- Yes, I recognized the man immediately.
- Very astute of you, Constable.

So now all you got to do is find him
and arrest him.

Splendid, and where do you suggest
we start looking?

To tell you the truth I haven't given the
matter any mature thought, as you might say.

Trouble with fellows like this
is they hop around like a ruddy flea.

Yes, they're usually the nervous type,
they won't sit still.

- Did you take the number of the car?
- Yes, sir. I got it here.

Have this put over the air, please.

Having landed your suspect we may find
he's just an ordinary car thief, after all.

- No, sir, he's the convict right enough.
- What makes you so sure of that?

Well, sir, I'll take you over my line
of reasoning, as you might say.

In the first place, the convicts
don't have no money.

Yes, that's one of the reasons
why they become convicts in the first place.

And this here fellow didn't have
no money likewise.

- When did you learn that?
- When he couldn't pay for his phone call.

- You blithering fool! Did he use a phone?
- Well yes, sir...

- Where did he use a phone?
- Over there, sir.

- Get that, will you Rodge?
- Yes.

- Contact.
- Contact.

I can't say, sir.
I don't know anything about it.

I advice you not to withhold information
from the police.

Is there a reward, sir?

200 pounds.

You better come out here
straight away.

He's planning to get away
in one of our aircrafts.

And your name?

I'd rather not say.
He's...

We've always been friendly.

If you wish to be paid
for this friendly gesture of yours.

Rodgers... sir.

Sometimes, Mrs. Pinkem,
I wish I'd taken up poetry.

Or dentistry.

It won't be long.

- There's no other road, is there?
- I'm afraid not.

- Out in the open like this.
- This road isn't used much.

- How long would it take to walk?
- Too long.

I wish I had a cigarrette.

- There're some in my bag if you like.
- Thanks.

- Keep them.
- Thanks.

After you fly to France.
What will you do then?

I've got friends there,
they were underground during the war.

Help me out twice,
maybe they'll help me in now.

But they're not underground anymore,
what if they can't help you or won't.

- I shall have to find another friends.
- What other friends?

I'm hardly in a position to choose.

But you can't spend the rest of your life
like this, hunted like a fox.

- How will you live?
- How does the fox live?

- How long was your sentence?
- 3 years.

And you said it wasn't because
of the prison you escaped.

Was it because 3 years is such a long time?

3 years, 30 or 3 days.
It wouldn't make much difference.

But for someone like you.
You're not a criminal.

When your sentence is over
you could start again.

- You could live as it's never happened.
- As an ex-convict?

Where? In what world?
This one?

- Do you think I was justly convicted?
- No.

- Why not?
- Because you told me so and I believed you.

But then you're not righteous.

Your standards aren't high enough
for Grace and your fianc�.

This is their world, not ours.
The righteous have inherited this earth.

But we've got to live on it. There isn't
any other available, at the moment.

- And play their rules?
- That's right.

- Do you?
- Most of the time.

- Why?
- Because it's easier.

I'll take the hard way, thank you.

- You won't win.
- Depends what you want to win.

I'll never be again what I was,
an ordinary honest man.

Overnight I became something called a
criminal, but I can get back my freedom.

I can at least live as a free criminal,
if not as a free man.

Are you sure? Suppose you do get away,
will you really be free?

Won't you be merely exchanging
one kind of prison for another?

Aren't you merely exchanging one kind
of poverty for another,

marrying a man you don't love?

I won't try to thank you.

- Switches off.
- Switches off.

- Contact.
- Contact.

If they catch me,
I'll tell them I stole it.

- Don't mind about us.
- Thanks, Titch.

Go on, Matt, if you're going.
Go on!

It's no good,
he can't take off down wind.

Get out!

- Which way to the prison?
- About 2 miles.

Any news about the convict?

Tell like he'd be heading in this direction.
Straight ahead, you can't miss it.

Yes, I could miss the old city
of London in this ruddy fog.

So long mate.

- Did you hear that?
- Probably some animal caught in the bog.

- Well, what do you want?
- I'm thinking you're a convict.

You see I'm not.
Suppose you care of about your business.

George, go and find Master in 5 Acre field.
He'll know what to do.

- Who is Master?
- Farmer Browning. It's his grazing here.

- You're hurt?
- Yes, I was in a motor smash last night.

Be a good fellow and go for the doctor.
I think I shouldn't move.

I'm thinking you'll move,
when I turn my back on you.

- Do you still think I'm the convict?
- Can't say. Them town folk, I reckon.

- Never here, I had about enough of this.
- Now then, now then.

That'll do, Jim.

You there on my land. Kindly give me
your name and account for yourself.

- Mr. Browning?
- That's my name.

Mine's Matthews.
I'm staying at the inn at Moorside.

Crashed my car up in the fog last night.
I was delirious I suppose and wandered here.

This man of yours thinks he's treed
an escaped convict.

When there's these escapes
we've to be careful.

Let's see what the police
have to say.

George, take your bicycle and go
to face the constables.

- You'll find them up to the crossroads.
- Really Mr. Browning!

I can't take chances.
You fit the description on the wireless.

I can make trouble for you over this,
threatening with firearms is a felony.

Not in my own land.

I tell you I had an accident on
the way back to the inn.

- Moorside, you said?
- That's correct.

Perhaps you could tell me the name
of the innkeeper there.

- Has he got a name? I haven't noticed.
- No, the name of the inn neither, maybe?

The Red Lion.
Well, it ought to be.

You'd be wise to own up.

Alright, Mr. Browning.
I admit it, I'm Denant.

I thought you'd come do it.

- Will you give me a chance?
- You know I can't do that.

No, I suppose you can't.

- Have you got a cigarette?
- I don't smoke them, things.

Here, Jim.
Got a fag for him?

Thanks, I'll see that you
get the reward for my capture.

Thank you kindly, sir.

Mr. Browning, haven't you got an
ounce of original sin in you?

- I'm not a sinful man.
- You're a very fortunate fellow.

I've got so many sins on my conscience that
perhaps one more won't be held against me.

- Good morning. May I see Miss Winton?
- They're at breakfast, sir.

- It's important I'm afraid.
- Good morning, inspector.

- Good morning, Miss Winton.
- We saw your car drive up.

- Won't you come in?
- Thank you. I'm sorry to disturb you.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, inspector.

- Will you have a cup of tea?
- No, thank you, I had mine early.

- Won't you sit down?
- Thank you, I will.

I have some objects here which
I thought you might be able to identify.

These are buttons from a Burberry.

Of course, one Burberry is like another so
probably they won't be very much use to us.

But this one, you'll notice, is broken
and has been to some time.

It might serve as an identification.

These are trout hooks. The flies
have been burnt off as you can see.

- Burnt?
- Yes.

This flask is badly damaged,
but you can still make out the initials.

Excuse me.

A C and an F,
and what might be a B.

Have you ever seen this before?

Why?
Yes, it belongs to my sister's fianc�.

Where did you find it, inspector?

In the burnt wreckage of the aircraft
in which Denant was trying to escape.

Perhaps you can explain how these things
came to be in his possession.

I have no explanation.

Then perhaps Miss Dora has one.

What difference does it make?
He's dead.

- If he were dead it would make none.
- Isn't he?

I'm afraid I've been guilty of
a rather cruel deception,

but I had to be sure about you.

Except for these things there were
no other traces in the wreckage.

- What are you going to do?
- It's very hard to know what to do.

I'm as guilty as she is.
I saw the man and spoke with him.

The police are not interested
in you, Miss Winton.

We're primarily interested in returning
a convicted criminal to justice.

His conviction wasn't justice
and you know it.

My opinion is of no importance.
I'm here for one purpose.

To ask you if you've seen the man

since you drove through Moorside
with him yesterday afternoon.

- No.
- Thank you.

Am I under arrest?

You haven't been officially charged,

but I must ask you to remain
in the house until you hear from me.

- Come in.
- I beg you pardon.

Excuse me.

Alright, I'll come right along.

Our friend is so very much alive,

that less than an hour ago he knocked out
a farmer who was trying to detain him.

Inspector.

- What would you have done in my place?
- My duty, I hope.

- If you weren't a police officer.
- But I am a police officer.

Good day.

Thank you, Grace.
There was no need to implicate yourself.

- I think there was.
- Why?

When this comes out
it will help appearances

if we're both implicated,
instead of you alone.

Then it's only appearances
that worry you.

You're my sister, I'm involved in your
indiscretions wether I like them or not.

We're both disgraced whatever happened.

I suppose we are,
if it means anything.

It means your engagement,
for one thing.

We needn't consider that.

I wrote to Charles last night
asking him to release me.

Why?

Because I'm tired of being poor.

Matt.

Matt, what's happened to you?

I broke my shoulder when I cracked up.
Not too bad. I must keep going.

- Rest a while.
- There's no time.

Please, can I fix a sling for your arm.

Please.

How did you know I'd be here?

I didn't. It was the only place
I could think of to look.

I didn't know where else to go.

The whole countryside's joined
in the chase now.

I know.
Is that better?

Much.

Thanks again... and goodbye again.

- Matt, don't go.
- I've got to.

You haven't a chance.
You'll either be killed or kill yourself.

What else can I do?

- Give yourself up.
- That's no answer.

3 years.
What are 3 years out of a lifetime?

Depends on whose lifetime.

Ours then.
Our lifetime. Yours and mine.

What about your share of
the loaves and fishes?

I'm not going to marry Charles,
I've written him.

Matt, I want to wait and marry you
if you'll have me.

There's nothing
as poor as an ex-convict's wife.

You'll hate it.
And hate me.

It's the hard way, isn't it?
I'll take it, thank you.

Because you pity me now?

Because I love you now.

I haven't any choice.

- You want to go and spread out a bit, Joe.
- Right.

- Good morning.
- Morning, miss Winton.

Will you give inspector Harris
a message for me?

Please ask him to meet me
at the old hut.

As soon as he can.
I think it'll be worth his while.

Yes, miss.

What's all this Browning?

We've decided perhaps
the police need some help.

We haven't asked for any.

We've a right to turn out
when our peace is threatened.

Yes, I suppose you have.
I'm afraid I don't approve of dogs

and guns in the hands
of unauthorised persons.

- We're hunting a man, not a wild animal.
- No time to be squeamish, Inspector.

He's a desperate foxy chap.
And I owe him a score myself.

Yes, so I heard.
Have you seen a trace of him?

We're on his scent
up to the stream beyond there.

He baffled the dogs there,
but it's certain he's not far off.

- Sanctuary, sir.
- You oughtn't to have come here.

Where then?
I thought the church...

That was long ago,
when the church made its own laws.

Don't give me up, Padre,
just let me rest a bit.

Who am I to give you up.

I can't help you to escape,
but if you want rest, take it.

The hospitality of God.
I shan't forget it, Padre.

Who's after you?

The police, of course,
and a pack of villagers.

My villagers.

I'm sorry.
I understand. I'll go.

No, no, rest while you can.

You asked for sanctuary and I don't know
I've the right to turn you out of here.

I don't know.

What made you escape?
Didn't you have a fair trial?

If you feel quiet in your own mind,
that's the only thing.

Are you sure you're doing what
you think is right?

I'm doing the only thing possible.

I wish I could be as sure
of my own course.

Aren't you?

Doesn't the church give one that?
Certainty of mind?

The church was endowed by God,
but it's managed by men.

Where there are men,
there are doubts and confusion.

You should understand, Mr. Denant.
You led a squadron during the war.

- And I'm expected to lead...
- Your parishioners.

When you're gone,

should I be entitled to keep silence about
you without telling them I've been silent.

If I tell them, can I keep
what little influence I now possess?

Is it right for a parson to go on
when he has no influence?

- I don't want to be on your conscience.
- You're not to blame.

What more natural place to take
refuge than a church?

Christianity, after all, is a religion
for those in need.

If only more Christians knew about it.

It seems to me what you demand
is perfect justice.

There's no such a thing,
except with God.

Our human laws are as fallible
as the men who make them.

Are you about to tell me
to give myself up?

Yes.

I'm sorry, there's nothing you could say
which could make me even consider it.

I'm sorry too.

Stay where you are
till the end of the service.

There'll only be a few people I'm afraid.

I wonder what Christ have would said.

That, Mr. Denant, is the most difficult
question you could ask.

No one never knows.

People may presume to answer this or that,
but no one never knows.

Makes it hard for those who
are trying to follow him.

He said "Render unto Caesar
the things that are Caesar's".

He also said "what man is there of you,
whom if his son ask bread,

will he give him a stone?"

I beg you pardon, sir.
They're police and people outside.

They're looking for the man.
I think they want to look for him here.

I'll see them when they come.

- Go and get ready for the service.
- Yes, sir.

I'd better see them.

What can I do for you, inspector?

I'm sorry to trouble you,
but it was reported that

the escaped convict was seeing crossing
the churchyard a few minutes ago.

- Was he?
- He must be somewhere about, Parson.

- And we got men all around the place.
- Strictly speaking, I could order a search.

I don't know wether you have the right
to search a holy place,

but come if you wish and
look for yourself.

Perhaps some of you may like
to stay for the service.

I don't think it'll be necessary
for me to search.

I'll accept your word
he isn't in the church.

- My word, sir?
- Yes, it's all I require.

Sorry, sir.

- I was hidden in there.
- I thought so...

Be quiet in this place and go out.
You shame God.

- Alright, inspector.
- That won't be necessary, Denant.

- Thank you.
- But I haven't done anything to help you.

- Would you have turned me in?
- I don't know. Why didn't you wait and see?

It never occurred to me.
I just had to come out.

Just as you had to help
the girl in the park.

- What's the answer, Padre?
- I'm only a country parson.

It would take a Bishop
at least to tell you.

But you did what your decent self
wanted you to do.

Perhaps that's something
none of us can escape.

Perhaps that's it.

God keep you.

I have to put it in your report that
Miss Winton induced me to give myself up.

Yes, I've already made a note of it.

Goodbye.

A cigarette?

Thanks.

Blast this thing.

Are you going to try it again?

No, it can only lead
to my giving myself up again.

When you've discovered you're a human
like the rest of us.

Seems to be the trouble with all of us,
doesn't it? Being human.

I'd forgotten that.