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Even if you accept the belief that the high Trendex means a rising sales curve...

- Mr. Thornhill. - Good night.

- Say hello to the missus. - We're not talking.

My recommendation is still the same.

Spread the good word in as many small-time segments as we can.

Let the opposition have their high ratings while we cry all the way to the bank.

Why don't we colonize at the Colony next week?

Let me hear from you, Sam. Uh, happy thoughts, et cetera.

You better walk me to the Plaza.

- I didn't put a coat on. - Use your blood sugar, child. Come on.

- Next? - Gretchen Sabinson.

Oh, yes. Send her a box of candy from Blum's, $10. You know the kind.

Each piece wrapped in gold paper. She'll like that.

She'll think she's eating money.

Just say to her: "Darling, I count the days, the hours..."

- You sent that one last time. - I did?

Well, put: "Something for your sweet tooth, baby, and all your other sweet parts."

- I know. - Could we take a cab, Mr. Thornhill?

- For two blocks? - You're late and I'm tired.

That's your trouble, Maggie, you don't eat properly.

Here. Taxi.

I have a very sick woman here. You don't mind, do you?

- Well, no. - Thank you very much.

Perfectly all right.

- First stop, the Plaza. Don't throw the flag. - Poor man.

Oh, come, come, come. I made him a happy man.

- I made him feel like a good Samaritan. - He knew you were lying.

Ah, in the world of advertising, there's no such thing as a lie.

There's only the expedient exaggeration. You ought to know that.

- Say, do I look heavyish to you? - What?

I feel heavyish.

Put a note on my desk in the morning: "Think thin."

"Think thin."

- Better make it the 59th Street entrance. - Okay.

Oh. Soon as you get back, call my mother.

Remind her we've got those theater tickets for tonight.

Dinner at 21, 7:00.

I'll have had two martinis at the Oak Bar, so she needn't bother to sniff my breath.

- She doesn't do that. - Sure she does. Like a bloodhound.

Bigelow at 10:30 is your first tomorrow, the Skin Glow rehearsal at noon...

...then lunch with Falcon and his wife.

- Oh, yeah. Where was that? - Larry and Arnold's, 1:00.

- Oh. - Will you check in later?

Absolutely not.

Here, driver, take this lady back where she belongs.

- Right. - That ought to cover it.

- Don't forget, call my mother right away. - I won't.

- Good night, Mr. Thornhill. - Good night, sweetie.

Oh, wait, Maggie. You can't call her. She's at Mrs...

- Good evening. - Good evening.

I'm looking for Mr. Weltner and two other gentlemen.

Yes, sir. Right this way.

- Herman. - Roger.

- I'm a little late. - Roger Thornhill.

- Fanning Nelson. - How do you do?

- How do you do? - Larry Wade.

- We got a little head start here. - Oh, that won't last long.

I was telling Larry and Fanning you may be slow on starting but there's nobody faster.

- What's the matter? You've got the fidgets. - I just did something stupid.

I told my secretary to call Mother. I realized she won't be able to reach her.

- Why not? - She's playing bridge at one of her cronies'.

- Your secretary? - No. My mother.

One of those new apartments. Wet paint and no telephone yet.

- George Kaplan. - Perhaps if I send her a telegram.

- Mr. George Kaplan? - Boy.

- Kaplan. - I've got to get off a wire immediately.

Could you send it for me if I write it out for you?

Oh, I'm not permitted to do that, sir, but if you'll follow me.

- Oh. Will you excuse me, gentlemen? - Go right ahead.

- Right through there, sir. - Yeah, thanks.

Thank you, sir.

Wait, what's that supposed to be?

The car's waiting outside. You will walk between us saying nothing.

- What are you talking about? - Let's go.

Let's go where? Who...? Who are you?

Mere errand boys carrying concealed weapons.

His is pointed at your heart. So, please, no errors of judgment, I beg of you.

What is this, a joke or something?

- Yes, a joke. We will laugh in the car. - Come.

But this is ridiculous.

Don't tell me where we're going, surprise me.

You know, I left some friends back there in the Oak Bar.

They're going to think I'm awfully rude.

I mean, uh, couldn't we stop off at a drugstore for a moment...

...so that I could explain I'm being, uh, kidnapped?

Well, that is what's happening, isn't it?

Locked.

Who's Townsend?

Really?

Interesting.

- Where is he? - Upstairs, dressing.

- Tell him I'm here. - The dinner guests are expected.

Never mind that. Say to him: "Kaplan."

By the way, what are we having for dessert?

- Is anyone in the library? - No.

This way.

You will wait here.

Well, don't hurry. I'll catch up on my reading.

Good evening.

Not what I expected. A little taller.

A little more polished than the others.

Oh, I'm so glad you're pleased, Mr. Townsend.

But I'm afraid just as obvious.

What the devil is all this about? Why was I brought here?

Games? Must we?

Not that I mind a case of abduction...

...but I have tickets for the theater this evening.

To a show I was looking forward to. And I get unreasonable about things like that.

With such expert play-acting, you make this very room a theater.

Oh, Leonard, have you met our distinguished guest?

He's a well-tailored one, isn't he?

My secretary is a great admirer of your methods, Mr. Kaplan.

- Elusiveness, however misguided... - Wait a minute. Wait, wait.

- Did you call me "Kaplan"? - I know you're a man of many names...

...but I'm perfectly willing to accept your current choice.

Current choice?

My name is Thornhill. Roger Thornhill. It's never been anything else.

Of course.

Your friends picked up the wrong package when they bundled me out here in the car.

Do sit down, Mr. Kaplan.

I told you, I'm not Kaplan, whoever he is. I'm...

- Excuse me. - Yes?

The guests are here, dear.

Look after them. I'll be with you in a few minutes.

Now, shall we get down to business?

I'm all for that.

Simply, I'd like you to tell me how much you know of our arrangements...

...and how you've come by this information.

- I don't expect to get this for nothing. - Of course not.

Don't misunderstand, I don't expect you to fall in with this suggestion...

...but the least I can do is afford you the opportunity of surviving the evening.

What the devil is that supposed to mean?

Why don't you surprise me, Mr. Kaplan, and say yes?

- I've already told you... - We know where you're headed for.

I know where I'm headed.

I'm headed for the Winter Garden Theater in New York, and I think I'd better get going.

Townsend, you're making a serious mistake.

This is not going to lead to a very happy conclusion, Mr. Kaplan.

- I'm not Kaplan. - I do wish you'd reconsider.

We also know your contact in Pittsburgh since Jason committed suicide.

What contact? I've never even been in Pittsburgh.

On June the 16th, you checked into the Sherwyn Hotel in Pittsburgh...

...as Mr. George Kaplan of Berkeley, California.

A week later, you registered at the Benjamin Franklin Hotel...

...as Mr. George Kaplan of Pittsburgh.

On August 11th, you stayed at the Statler in Boston.

August the 29th, George Kaplan of Boston registered at the Whittier in Detroit.

At present, you are registered in room 796...

...at the Plaza Hotel in New York as Mr. George Kaplan of Detroit.

- Really? - In two days...

...you are due at the Ambassador East in Chicago.

And then at the Sheraton-Johnson Hotel in Rapid City, South Dakota.

- Not me. - There's very little sense...

...in maintaining that you're deceiving us any more than we're deceiving you.

I don't suppose it would do any good to show you ID cards...

- ...a driver's license, things like that? - They provide you with such good ones.

It's getting late. I have guests.

Do you intend to cooperate with us? I'd like a simple yes or no.

A simple no.

For the simple reason I simply don't know what you're talking about.

Give Mr. Kaplan a drink, Leonard.

A pleasant journey, sir.

- Scotch? Rye? Bourbon? Vodka? - Nothing. I'll take a quick ride back to town.

Oh, that has been arranged.

But first, a libation.

Bourbon.

You drink it. I've had enough stimulation for one day.

It'll be easier if you take this yourself. Otherwise, it'll be necessary for us to insist.

Cheers.

Don't worry about me, fellas. I'll take the bus.

Thanks for the lift, fellas.

I want this man examined for driving while intoxicated.

- Really? - Yeah.

You see, they tried to kill me. He won't listen to me.

In a big house, they tried to kill me.

- All right, let's just go inside. - I don't wanna go inside.

- Somebody call the police. - Come on. Come on now.

Okay.

Sit down.

I don't wanna sit.

Perfectly all right. See?

We'll get them. We'll throw the book at them. Assault and kidnapping.

Assault with a gun, and a bourbon, and a sports car. We'll get them.

You'll be all right after a good night's sleep. We got a nice cell all made up.

- I don't want a cell. I want a policeman. - The car was just reported stolen.

- Uh-huh. - A Mrs. Babson up on Twining Road.

- I got to call someone. Where's the phone? - You're allowed one call.

- Over here. - Oh, thanks.

You better make it your lawyer.

Butterfield 8-1-0-9-8.

What am I, a telephone operator?

Butterfield 8-1 -0-9-8.

Just a minute, please. Here.

Thank you.

Hello, Mother?

Mother, this is your son, Roger Thornhill.

Yeah.

Wait a minute, I'll find out.

- Where am I? - Glen Cove Police Station.

Glen Cove Police Station.

No. No, Mother, I have not been drinking.

No. No, these two men, they poured a whole bottle of bourbon into me.

No, they didn't give me a chaser.

No.

Come on, let's go.

- Wait, I'm not finished yet. - Yes, you are. Come on.

Mother, I gotta go now.

Get my lawyer right away, and come out and bail me out.

Tomorrow morning, tell her.

Tomorrow morning, he says.

I don't know. I'll ask him. She wants to know who says.

Sergeant Emile Klinger.

Sergeant Emile...

Emile?

Sergeant Emile Klinger.

No, I didn't believe it either.

Uh, I'm all right, Mother. Good night. Good night, dear.

That was Mother.

Let's go.

Here's your man, doctor.

- What's your name? - Roger Thornhill.

Stick out your tongue and say "ah."

You better move back.

Ah...

Have you been drinking?

Doctor, I am gassed.

What were you drinking?

Well, bourbon. See, these two fellas, they...

- How much would you say you drank? - What did you say?

- How much would you say that you drank? - About this much.

Mr. Thornhill, it is my opinion that you are definitely intoxicated.

No question about it.

I am now gonna ask your permission to draw blood.

How disgusting.

"You may refuse to permit a blood test to be made..."

"...but if you do, your license will be revoked."

"You have the right to notify a physician of..."

It was at this point that Mr. Thornhill succeeded in escaping...

...from his would-be assassins, and when they gave chase...

...he naturally had to drive as best he could under the, uh, circumstances.

Counselor, how long have you known your client?

Seven years, Your Honor.

Do you know him to be a reasonable man?

- Absolutely. - Ha.

- Mother. - And do you believe...

...there is some credence to this story?

- Credence? - Well, yes, Your Honor.

I mean, if my client says this is what happened...

- ...I'm certain it must've happened. - You're damn right.

Sergeant, I want this turned over to the county detectives for investigation.

Call them up and have them come here immediately.

- Right, Your Honor. - Counselor...

...I'm going to set this over for final disposition...

...tomorrow night at 7:30.

At which time I expect you and the defendant to be here, ready to go to trial.

In the meantime, the county detectives will determine if his story has any basis in fact.

"Basis in fact"? If I were brought in dead, you still wouldn't believe...

Roger, wait a minute.

I mean, after all, Your Honor, would I make up such a story?

That is precisely what we're intending to find out, Mr. Thornhill.

- Yes? - Remember me?

- Yes, sir. - Good.

- Is Mr. Townsend at home? - No, I'm sorry he's left for the day, sir.

Mrs. Townsend?

- Who shall I say is calling? - County detectives.

Come in, please.

This way, please.

This is the room.

- I'll call madam. - You do that.

And here's the sofa where they held me down.

They spilled bourbon all over it. I'll show you the stains.

Well, they must've cleaned them off.

This is the cabinet where they keep the liquor.

Scotch, gin, vodka...

And bourbon.

I remember when it used to come in bottles.

Roger, dear, we were so worried about you.

Did you get home all right? Of course you did.

Let me look at you. Oh, a little pink-eyed, but aren't we all?

It was a dull party. You didn't miss a thing.

I want you all to know, I never saw this woman before last night.

I'm Captain Junket of the Nassau County Detectives.

- This is Lieutenant Harding. - How do you do?

You haven't gotten into trouble, Roger?

- Stop calling me Roger. - Has he gotten into trouble?

Mr. Thornhill was picked up last night driving under the influence of alcohol...

- ...and incidentally, in a stolen car. - Stolen car?

Belonging to Mrs. Babson of Twining Road.

Roger, you said you were going to call a cab.

- You didn't borrow Laura's Mercedes? - No, I didn't borrow Laura's Mercedes.

Mr. Thornhill told us that he was brought to this house against his will last night...

...and, uh, forcibly intoxicated by some friends of your husband...

...and set out on the road.

- Do you know anything about this? - Well, now, captain...

...Roger was a bit tipsy when he arrived here by cab for dinner.

She's lying.

And I'm afraid he became even worse...

...as the evening wore on.

Finally, he told us he had to go home to sleep it off.

Oh, I knew I should've served dinner earlier.

What a performance.

Mrs. Townsend, does the name George Kaplan mean anything to you?

George Kaplan?

- No. - I didn't think so.

Where's her husband? He's the one you should be questioning.

- Is there any place he can be reached? - Why, yes. The United Nations.

United Nat...?

He's addressing the General Assembly this afternoon.

All right. So he's addressing the General Assembly.

- Sorry we had to bother you. - No bother at all.

Now, wait a minute.

Will you be wanting to get in touch with my husband?

No, Mrs. Townsend, that won't be necessary.

You mean you're not gonna do any more about this?

Roger. Pay the two dollars.

Goodbye.

- I don't see why you want me along. - You lend a certain air of respectability.

Don't be sarcastic, Roger.

There you are, dear. Park yourself there.

Well, here goes. Ahem.

Hello, Operator. Have you got a George Kaplan staying here?

That's right.

You have?

Room 796?

Ring it, will you please?

You see?

I see. I hope he clears up this silly business.

- You're ruining my whole day. - Shh, shh. All right. Quiet. Shut up.

Oh. Well, did he leave word when he'd be back?

Really?

Thank you.

Well, that's odd. He hasn't answered his telephone in two days.

Maybe he got locked in the bathroom.

Mother, do me a favor, will you?

Put on that innocent look you do so well and go to the desk and get the key to 796.

Don't be ridiculous. I wouldn't do such a thing.

- Ten dollars? - Not for all the money in the world.

- Fifty? - Roger, you are disgraceful.

Car theft, drunk driving, assaulting an officer, lying to a judge.

And now, housebreaking.

You're hotel-breaking. There's a difference.

- Of five to ten years. - Just a minute, please.

Will you want me to be changing your bedding, sir?

Yes. Well, but not right now.

I mention it, because the bed doesn't seem like it's been slept in...

...and I was wondering if I ought to go on changing the linens.

- Oh. Thank you for your interest. - You're welcome, sir.

Come on, now.

Now, she seemed to think I'm Kaplan.

I wonder if I look like Kaplan.

- Oh, well, look who's here. - Who? Where?

Our friend who's assembling the General Assembly this afternoon.

Roger, I think we should go.

- Don't be nervous. - I'm not nervous.

- I'll be late for the bridge club. - Good. You will lose less than usual.

Ooh.

- Bulletin, Kaplan has dandruff. - In that case, I think we should leave.

Too late.

- You rang for me, sir? - Yes. Come in a moment.

- What's your name? - Elsie, sir.

- Elsie, do you know who I am? - You're... You're Mr. Kaplan.

Well, when did...? When did you first see me?

Outside the door.

Out in the hall, a couple of minutes ago. Don't you remember?

And that's the first time you laid eyes on me?

Can I help it if you're never around, Mr. Kaplan?

Well, then, how do you know I am Mr. Kaplan?

- What? - How do you know I'm Mr. Kaplan?

Well, of course you are. This is room 796, isn't it?

So you're the gentleman in room 796, aren't you?

All right, Elsie, thanks.

- Will that be all, sir? - For the time being, yes.

Valet.

Oh, yes, come in.

Should I hang it in the closet, Mr. Kaplan?

Yes, please.

Tell me, uh...

I forgot, what time did I give you that suit?

Last night, around, uh...

- Around 6. - Oh.

- Did I give it to you personally? - Personally?

No. You called down on the phone and described the suit to me...

...and said it would be hanging in your closet. Like you always do.

- Anything wrong? - No, no, just curious.

- Here. Thanks. - Thank you.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Kaplan.

Isn't that the damnedest thing?

I'm beginning to think that no one in the hotel has actually seen Kaplan.

Maybe he has his suits mended by invisible weavers.

Oh...

Let me see something.

I don't think that one does anything for you.

Ah, now, that's much better.

Now, obviously they've mistaken me for a much shorter man.

- Should I? - Certainly not.

Here, hold that, dear.

Hello.

It's good to find you in, Mr. Kaplan.

Who is this?

We met only last night, and still you do not recognize my voice.

I should feel offended.

Yes, I know who you are, and I'm not Mr. Kaplan.

Of course not. You answer his telephone, you live in his hotel room...

...and yet you are not Mr. Kaplan.

Nevertheless, we are pleased to find you in.

Now, wait...

- Hello, Operator? Operator. - Yes?

Operator, this is Mr. Thorn... Kaplan in 796.

That call. Was that an outside call or did it come from the lobby?

- Just a minute, sir. I'll see. - Well, hurry, please.

Who was it?

One of the men who tried to kill me last night.

- We're back to that one, are we? - Hello? Operator?

- Mr. Kaplan? - Yes.

That call was made from the lobby, sir.

It was?

They're probably on their way up here now.

- Come on. Let's get out of here. - I think I'd like to meet these killers.

You gentlemen aren't really trying to kill my son, are you?

Lobby, please. Watch your step.

Oh, no, gentlemen, please. Ladies first. Come along, ladies.

That's right. Come along. Good.

Roger. Roger, will you be home for dinner?

- Where to? - I don't know. Just keep going.

- Take me to the United Nations. - Right.

General Assembly Building.

- Right. - I'm being followed. Can you do anything?

- Yes, I can. - Do it.

- May I help you, sir? - Yes, please.

- Where will I find Mr. Lester Townsend? - Mr. Lester Townsend of UNIPO?

- Yes. - And did you have an appointment, sir?

Well, yes, yes. He expects me.

Your name, please.

- My name? - Yes, please.

Kaplan. George Kaplan.

One moment, please.

Wait for me at the corner of 47th.

If you'll give this to one of the attendants in the public lounge, she'll page him.

- Thank you very much. - You're welcome, Mr. Kaplan.

Mr. Bernardi of the Swiss Observers Office.

Mr. Bernardi of the Swiss Observers Office.

Will you page Mr. Lester Townsend, please?

Certainly, Mr. Kaplan.

Mr. Townsend of UNIPO. Mr. Townsend of UNIPO.

Please call at the communications desk of the public lounge.

Mr. Townsend of UNIPO.

Please call at the communications desk of the public lounge.

Miss Knox of salon...

You paged me?

- Mr. Kaplan? - Yes.

- You wanted to see Mr. Townsend. - Yes.

- This is Mr. Townsend. - How do you do, Mr. Kaplan?

- This isn't Mr. Townsend. - Yes, it is.

There must be some mistake. Mr. Lester Townsend?

That's me. What can I do for you?

Mr. Mauney, Delegation of Pakistan. Please call the public lounge.

Are you the Townsend who lives in Glen Cove?

That's right. Are we neighbors?

A large, red-brick house with a curved, tree-lined driveway?

That's the one.

Were you at home last night, Mr. Townsend?

- You mean in Glen Cove? - Yes.

I've been staying in my apartment in town for the last month.

I always do when we're in session here.

What about Mrs. Townsend?

My wife has been dead for many years.

- Oh, I... - Now, Mr. Kaplan, what's this all about?

Forgive me. Who are those people living in your house?

What people? The house is completely closed up.

Just the gardener and his wife living on the grounds.

Now, Mr. Kaplan, suppose you tell me who you are and what you want.

Well, please, just...

Look. Do you know this man?

Look!

He's got a knife. Look out!

Listen to me. I had nothing to do with this.

- Call the police. - Wait a minute. Don't come nearer.

Get back.

"The photograph has been identified as that of Roger Thornhill..."

"...a Manhattan advertising executive, indicating that the name of George Kaplan..."

"...which he gave to an attendant in the General Assembly Building was false."

"A possible motive for the slaying was suggested by the discovery..."

"...that earlier today, Thornhill appeared at Glen Cove police court..."

"...charged with drunk driving with a stolen car."

"In his defense, he charged that the murder victim, Mr. Townsend..."

"...had tried to kill him the night before."

- Brother. - What about that?

Does anyone know this Thornhill?

- No, not me. - Never heard of him.

Professor?

Apparently, the poor sucker got mistaken for George Kaplan.

How can he get mistaken for George Kaplan when he doesn't even exist?

Don't ask me how it happened. Obviously, it happened.

Vandamm's men must have grabbed him and tried to put him away...

...using Lester Townsend's house.

The unsuspecting Mr. Townsend winds up with a stray knife in his back.

So horribly sad. How is it I feel like laughing?

What are we going to do?

Do?

About Mr. Thornhill.

We, uh...

We do nothing.

- Nothing? - That's right. Nothing.

Or we could congratulate ourselves on a marvelous stroke of good fortune.

Our non-existent decoy, George Kaplan, created to divert suspicion...

...from our actual agent, has fortuitously become a live decoy.

Yes, professor. And how long do you think he'll stay live?

Well, that's his problem.

- What Mrs. Finley means, is... - Oh, I know what she means.

We can't sit back calmly and wait to see who kills him first.

Vandamm and company or the police.

What can we do to save him without endangering our own agent?

Aren't we being just a wee bit callous?

No, my dear woman, we're not being callous.

We didn't invent our nonexistent man and give him the name of George Kaplan...

...and establish elaborate behavior patterns for him...

...and move his prop belongings in and out of hotel rooms...

...for our own private amusement.

We created George Kaplan...

...and labored successfully to convince Vandamm...

...that this was our own agent hot on his trail for a desperately important reason.

- Check. - Nobody's denying that!

Very well, then.

If we make the slightest move to suggest there is no such agent as George Kaplan...

...give any hint to Vandamm that he's pursuing a decoy...

...instead of our own agent...

...then our agent, working right under Vandamm's very nose...

...will immediately face suspicion, exposure...

...and assassination.

Like the two others who went before.

Goodbye, Mr. Thornhill, wherever you are.

New York Central Railroad, train number 25...

...the 20th Century Limited...

...due to leave at 6 p.m. for Chicago...

- ...will depart from plank number 30. - Yes. Yes, dear. I know.

Now, listen to me, Mother, I beg you. I called the Plaza.

Kaplan checked out. He went to the hotel Ambassador East in Chicago.

Yes, that's why I'm...

Well, I can't go to the police. At least not yet.

You saw the newspapers. My fingerprints are on the knife...

...I'm a car thief, a drunk driver, and I murdered a man for revenge.

I wouldn't have a chance.

And I won't have, until I find George Kaplan who obviously knows what this is all about.

No, dear, the train. It's safer.

Well, because there's no place to hide on a plane if anyone should recognize me.

You want me to jump off a moving plane?

Yes. Well, thank you so much, Mother. Yeah, well, goodbye.

Attention, please.

New York Central Railroad, train number 25...

...the 20th Century Limited...

...due to leave at 6 p.m.

Yeah.

Uh, give me a bedroom on the 20th Century, please.

It's leaving in five minutes.

- Yes, I know. Could you make it snappy? - I think they're all sold out.

- Sold out? - You can always go coach.

No, I can't do that. What time is the next train?

Nothing till 10. You're in a hurry, huh?

Well, could you call them and see what they have?

Something wrong with your eyes?

Yes, they're sensitive to questions. Will you call them?

Sure. Sure.

Don't go away.

He's at Window 15, upper level. Hurry.

You're in luck, mister, you...

- Ticket? - I'm just seeing some friends off.

Sorry, I have to know their names before I can let you through.

Come here! Hey, come here!

Oh.

- Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - My fault.

Sorry.

He went that way. I think he got off.

All aboard!

- Thank you. - It's quite all right.

- Seven parking tickets. - Oh.

- Good evening, sir. One? - Please.

Cocktail before dinner?

- Yes, please. A Gibson. - Right away.

- Well, here we are again. - Yes.

- Do you recommend anything? - The brook trout.

A little trouty, but quite good.

Sold.

Brook trout.

- There you are. Thank you. - Yes, sir.

- I know. I look vaguely familiar. - Yes.

You feel you've seen me somewhere before.

Mm-hm.

Funny how I have that effect on people. It's something about my face.

It's a nice face.

- You think so? - I wouldn't say it if I didn't.

- Oh, you're that type. - What type?

Honest.

Not really.

- Good. Because honest women frighten me. - Why?

I don't know. Somehow, they seem to put me at a disadvantage.

- Because you're not honest with them? - Exactly.

Like that business about the seven parking tickets?

Well, what I mean is, the moment I meet an attractive woman...

...I have to start pretending I've no desire to make love to her.

What makes you think you have to conceal it?

She might find the idea objectionable.

Then again, she might not.

Think how lucky I am to have been seated here.

Oh, luck had nothing to do with it.

Fate?

I tipped the steward $5 to seat you here if you should come in.

Is that a proposition?

I never discuss love on an empty stomach.

You've already eaten.

But you haven't.

Don't you think it's time we were introduced?

I'm Eve Kendall. I'm 26 and unmarried.

Now you know everything.

Tell me. What do you do besides lure men to their doom on the 20th Century Limited?

I'm an industrial designer.

Jack Phillips. Western sales manager for Kingby Electronics.

No, you're not. You're Roger Thornhill of Madison Avenue...

...and you're wanted for murder on every front page in America.

And don't be so modest.

Whoops.

Oh, don't worry.

- I won't say a word. - How come?

I told you.

It's a nice face.

Is that the only reason?

It's going to be a long night.

True.

And I don't particularly like the book I've started.

You know what I mean?

Let me think.

Yes, I know exactly what you mean.

There's my trademark. R.O.T.

Roger O. Thornhill. What does the "O" stand for?

Nothing.

I'd invite you to my bedroom if I had a bedroom.

- A roomette? - Nothing, not even a ticket.

I've been playing hide-and-seek ever since the train left New York.

- How awkward for you. - Yes, isn't it?

No place to sleep.

I have a large drawing room all to myself.

That doesn't seem quite fair, does it?

Drawing room E.

Car 3901.

Such a nice number.

It's easy to remember.

Thirty-nine-oh-one.

See?

No luggage.

- So? - Well, you wouldn't happen...

...to have an extra pair of pajamas, would you?

Wouldn't I?

Incidentally, I wouldn't order any dessert if I were you.

I get the message.

That isn't exactly what I meant.

This train seems to be making an unscheduled stop.

And I just saw two men get out of a police car as we pulled into the station.

They weren't smiling.

I think you better go out and tell those police to hurry.

Patience is a virtue.

So is breathing.

Just lie still.

Have you got any olive oil?

Olive oil?

I want to be packed in olive oil if I'm gonna be a sardine.

Come in.

- Who are you? - State police.

Your name please?

Eve Kendall. Is anything wrong?

There was a man at your table tonight in the dining car.

- Yes. - Friend of yours?

I never saw him before.

Is this the man?

Yes, I think so. It's not a very clear picture.

It's a Wirephoto. We just got it from the New York police.

- Police? - He's wanted for murder.

Good heavens, no.

The steward said you left the dining car together.

We might have happened to leave at the same time, but not together.

What did you two talk about?

Talk about?

Your waiter said you were getting along good with this Thornhill.

Is that his name? Thornhill?

You mean, he didn't tell you?

He didn't tell me anything.

All we did was chat about different kinds of food...

...train travel versus plane travel, that sort of thing.

Rather innocuous, I must say, considering he was a fugitive from justice.

- Who did he kill? - He didn't say where he was going, did he?

No. I assumed Chicago.

You think perhaps he got off when you got on?

If you happen to catch sight of him again, Miss, uh...

Kendall.

...will you let us know?

I'm going to bed and I intend to lock my door.

So I doubt if I'll seeing anybody else tonight.

Well, just in case you do, we'll be in the observation car at the rear of the train.

It's comforting to know that.

Good night.

Still breathing?

Either hurry up or get me a snorkel.

I'm looking for the can opener I stole from the porter.

Hello, there.

Hello.

Hmm.

Tell me, why are you so good to me?

Shall I climb up and tell you why?

You know, I've been thinking, it's not safe for you...

...to roam around Chicago looking for this George Kaplan man...

...you've been telling me about.

You'll be picked up by the police the moment you show your face.

Such a nice face too.

Now, don't you think it would be a better idea if you stayed in my hotel room...

...while I located him for you and brought him to you?

I can't let you get involved. It's too dangerous.

I'm a big girl.

Yeah, and in all the right places too.

You know, this is ridiculous. You know that, don't you?

Yes.

I mean, we've hardly met.

That's right.

How do I know you aren't a murderer?

You don't.

Maybe you're planning to murder me, right here, tonight.

Shall I?

Please do.

Beats flying, doesn't it?

We should stop.

Immediately.

I ought to know more about you.

What more could you know?

You're an advertising man, that's all I know.

That's right.

Train's a little unsteady.

Who isn't?

What else do you know?

You've got taste in clothes, taste in food...

And taste in women. I like your flavor.

You're very clever with words.

You can probably make them do anything for you.

Sell people things they don't need...

...make women who don't know you fall in love with you.

I'm beginning to think I'm underpaid.

Look out.

Oh, porter.

- Don't bother with the washroom. - Yes, ma'am.

By the way, I found this on the floor. Does it belong to you?

Yes, ma'am. I've been looking all over for it.

- I'll wait outside. - Thank you.

Thank you, porter.

Thank you, ma'am. Good night, now.

Good night.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

The porter.

So I see.

Now...

- ...where were we? - Here.

Oh, yes.

- Nice of him to have opened the bed. - Yes.

- Only one bed. - Yes.

That's a good omen, don't you think?

Wonderful.

- Do you know what that means? - Mm-hm.

What? Tell me.

It means you're going to sleep on the floor.

A message from the lady in 3901.

- You keep walking. I'll catch up. - Yes, ma'am.

- Anything to report, Miss Kendall? - Why, yes. I had a fine night's sleep.

No, I mean, have you seen the man we're looking for?

- Mr. Thornycroft? - Thornhill.

No, no. I'm awfully sorry.

But good luck to you both.

- How are we doing? - Oh, I may collapse at any moment.

Not yet. First we have to run the gauntlet. Look.

Hmm?

I'm accustomed to having a load on, but what have you got in these bags?

- Bowling balls, naturally. - Oh, naturally.

- Which one of these has my suit in it? - The small one underneath your right arm.

Oh, thanks. That ought to do the suit a lot of good.

I'm sure Mr. Kaplan won't mind a few wrinkles.

Yeah, if he's still there. What time is it?

Nine-ten.

Nine-ten? Well, he may have left his hotel room by now.

I'll call him for you as soon as we get inside the station.

No thank you, I can do it.

A redcap in a phone booth? Slightly suspicious.

I, uh... Well, all right. What are you gonna tell him? Do you know that?

Mm-hm. You want to see him right away. Terribly urgent. Matter of life and death.

- Mm-hm. Right. - No explanations.

While I'm calling, you can change your clothes.

Where do you propose I do that? In Marshall Field's window?

I sort of had the men's room in mind.

Did you, now?

You're the smartest girl I ever spent the night with on a train.

I think we made it.

Where did he go?

- Which way did he go? - Where did he go?

I don't know. He took my clothes. And went that way.

Come on.

Departing at 10 a.m., Chicago daylight time...

...for Michigan City.