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Flying or going by sea?

- Yes, I'm due in Paris tomorrow. - I'll wire them to expect you.

- Do that. - Bye-bye.

Judy!

- Tickets, please. - Oh...

Judy!

- Hello, Bill. - This is wonderful.

What are you doing in London? How's the family? What are you up to?

Mind the doors! Mind the doors there.

I always knew you'd make a pretty good job of growing up,

but I never reckoned on this.

Judy, it's good to see you again.

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

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

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

No, Bill.

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

- Judy, let's make a night of it. - I'm sorry, I have a date.

- Tomorrow then? - Busy all day.

- Doing what? - Painting.

- Fine, paint me. - Are you sure you'd turn up?

Why do you say that?

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

making promises and not turning up.

Well, at least we can have a drink together. Where's your date?

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

But, Judy, you were only a kid.

Was I?

Perhaps I should have taken you seriously.

Oh, you've forgotten. You never took anything seriously. There was a war on.

Well, it's over now. Judy, break your date, you've got to.

Sorry I'm late, Judy.

Oh. Um, Doctor Kearn, Wing Commander Glennan.

- How do you do? - Thanks for the drink.

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

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

What sort of a day did you have?

I watched McKendrick operate this morning.

A wonderful job of work. His left hand is as good as his right.

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

Wing Commander Glennan's compliments, madam.

Cor, what a windfall.

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

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

- Shall we ask him to join us? - Alan, please send it back, will you?

Well, er...

Don't you think he might be rather offended?

Please, Alan.

Alright. If you say so.

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

We never touch it.

Take it away before I change our minds.

Judy, um...

who is this champagne merchant?

It doesn't matter.

- Alan, do you mind if we go? - But we haven't had dinner.

Please. I'd like to.

You've no need to have it, sir.

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

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

I know. It was stupid.

Why did you make such a song and dance about it?

It'll never happen again.

What was the point? Why all the fuss?

Please. Do you have to go on and on about it?

Well, you must have had a reason. I want to know.

Alright!

I was in love with him.

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

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

Least of all, him.

Calf love.

Well, maybe it was. I don't know.

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

- I see. - I hope you're satisfied.

Alan, I'm terribly sorry.

It's alright.

I don't know what came over me.

Let's forget all about it, shall we?

It was all so childish and silly.

And ages ago.

Yes, of course.

He's going to Paris tomorrow. I shall never see him again.

Come along. We'll get some food.

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

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

It's alright, Father. It'll get to know you in time.

I've been looking for the Third Programme

and I can find nothing but comics and crooners.

Crooners.

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

Some babies just won't stick to union hours,

in spite of the Health Scheme.

You, er, saw Doctor Saville today?

Yes.

What did he say?

He wants a new partner.

Well?

- What have you decided? - Oh, I don't know.

I just don't know.

Speaking.

Is the district nurse there?

Very well, I'll come straight round.

- Anything I can do for you? - No, thanks. Very kind of you.

It's their eighth.

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

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

but the work's worthwhile.

No, it's not that.

You're thinking of Judy.

She might not like it here, eh?

No, no, you're wrong.

Well, you know best.

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

It's your life.

Course, you'd earn much more money in a West End practice.

Think it over carefully.

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

- To you and Judy. - Yes, of course.

- Goodnight, Alan. - Goodnight, Father.

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

Miss Judith Moray?

- Waddy. - Wing Commander Glennan.

Well, this is like old times.

The one and only Waddy.

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

- You ought to be ashamed of yourself. - Oh, go on with you, Waddy.

What do you think I'm here for now?

- Hey, does Judy knows you're coming? - Sure, she's going to paint me.

Oh, is she?

Hmm, has she been living here long?

Since her father and mother left for Canada.

Oh, she'll have told you her sister Peggy was married?

- No. - Yes.

They're over there with her. Expecting a big event.

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

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

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

Dear old Waddy. Just the same as ever.

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

It's Judy's. She forgot it.

I'll talk to Judy. More money than sense.

Hello, Judy.

I never believed you'd come.

Why ever not?

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

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

So you got it, your own studio?

Yes.

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

Mm-hmm.

And the Canadians who moved in after us bagged Peggy.

Bill... why did you come?

You were going to paint me.

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

I learned not to take you too seriously.

I was more serious than you ever thought.

- But there was a war on. - Yes, you kept telling me that,

but it wasn't much consolation.

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

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

Well, the joke's on me now.

I was supposed to be in Paris, but, er...

here I am.

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

other things have happened.

I'm sorry.

- OK, that's how it is. - That's how it's got to be.

Alright, but before we lower the coffin, couldn't we--

Bill, what's the use of an inquest now?

Well, can't we behave like two normal people?

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

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

OK. Forget it. It never happened.

Scrub it out.

Well...

how are you going to paint me? Like this?

No, Bill, I... I can't.

Why not?

I just can't, that's all.

Because you're not quite sure of yourself?

How do you want it? Head and shoulders?

- Anyhow you like. - I shan't be a second.

We must call it St. George, World War Two.

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

Do you miss it?

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

For you.

What now, Bill?

An artist's model.

What a nosedive.

Judy...

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

will you have dinner with me tonight?

No, Bill.

Eight o'clock.

I'll ring twice, like the postman always does.

May I come in?

Of course.

I haven't seen you for ages.

I phone, you're never here.

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

So you've finished it?

Yes.

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

Judy.

When this thing started you said you weren't sure about anything.

You've had time now to find out.

Does he want to marry you?

I don't know.

All I do know is that...

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

Don't suppose it does to him, either.

What's tonight's command performance, more champagne?

Yes, I expect so. More champagne.

I know, all the dreary old round. Going out night after night.

- Yes! - And tomorrow, about 12, when he's up,

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

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

You wouldn't understand.

Sorry, Alan.

It's alright.

Perhaps I shouldn't have said all that.

I don't blame you.

You knew I wanted to marry you.

Yes.

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

No. You...

You weren't taking anything for granted.

Judy, I... I've taken that partnership with Saville.

Alan.

Will you marry me?

Well?

Alan.

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

Goodbye, Judy.

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

Oh.

Hello, darling.

Bill, I feel so awful.

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

Darling, forget it.

Come on, let's go out.

Where's all this getting us?

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

What do you want?

What do you want?

I wouldn't know.

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

I only ask because I want to know.

I must know.

I don't know whether you're spending your last pound

or if money doesn't mean a thing.

At first, I didn't worry.

But now I can't even sleep.

You're going to have a baby,

aren't you?

Yes.

Why have you tried to make it a top secret?

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

We're getting married.

Aren't we?

Well, aren't we?

Getting married without even telling your father and mother.

It will be a blow to them, I can tell you.

Can't you wait a little longer?

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

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

Does he know you haven't got any now?

You could be married properly in a church,

with all your family and friends who love you.

It ought to be the best day in a girl's life,

one she never forgets.

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

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

Cheer up, darling. Soon be over.

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

- It's alright. It's only the-- - I know, I'll tell you what.

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

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

There's been a misunderstanding with the couple preceding you.

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

Come on, darling.

- Almost like a double wedding. - Yes.

This lady and gentleman have very kindly offered themselves.

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

Now then, the bride's witness, Wing Commander Glennan, is it?

- Yes. - On the bride's left.

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

That's it.

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

for the celebration of marriages.

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

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

Marriage, according to the law of the country,

is a union of one man with one woman,

voluntarily entered into for life

to the exclusion of all others...

What will you have, darling?

- Bill Glennan. - George!

- Well, what do you know? - My dear old boy!

I thought you were still on a junket in Paris.

What happened to that wonderful racket you were running? Get too hot for you?

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

Well, well, well.

Congratulations.

I say, I talk the most awful tommy-rot you know. Ask Bill.

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

- Darn good type. - Yes.

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

What did he mean about your running a racket?

If you must know, darling. I was a smuggler.

- A gin and tonic and a large Scotch. - Gin tonic, and a large Scotch, sir.

- Smuggling what? - Gold. Currency.

Pounds, shillings and pence.

Did you have to?

Sweetheart, to live, you have to have money.

If your only trade is shooting down aeroplanes you have to make it the best way you can.

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

Helicopters. The missing link in modern transport.

I've got an idea for forming a company.

Bill, thank goodness.

Six shillings, sir, please.

Oh, darling, I forgot.

Your wedding present.

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

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

Thank you, sir.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

What if I'd never found you again?

Oh, Bill.

Bill, tell me about the job.

- What, now? - Yes, I want to know.

Alright.

I, uh...

I've been talking to Barnby.

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

Mm-hmm.

I can get in on the ground floor.

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

It sounds wonderful.

It is wonderful.

There's only one slight snag.

What?

He wants me to put in five thousand pounds.

Five thousand pounds?

Mm.

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

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

Oh, I... I didn't necessarily mean you.

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

My father?

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

It's really only a loan.

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

I mean, that house of yours.

All those parties he threw for us during the war.

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

My furniture came from home when he sold the house.

Daddy could never find five thousand pounds or...

anything like it.

He's had a dreadful time since the war.

That's why we had to sell the house.

Oh.

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

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

If you could do what you did in the war,

you'd be alright for anything.

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

There must be lots of jobs for someone like you.

Sure there are.

Not so good, perhaps, but good.

Everything will be alright, I promise you.

Do you know, darling?

In all this long and dreary conversation,

I forgot to mention the one thing that really matters.

What's that?

I love you, Judy.

Bill!

Bill.

- Mrs Glennan? - Yes.

The gentleman told me to bring these up.

Thank you very much.

Darling, I feel awful about this.

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

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

and you wouldn't have gone on thinking that something might have happened to me.

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

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

It's not me. I wish it were.

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

We could have been so happy.

Terribly happy.

Hello, Sam.

The usual.

- Double Scotch. - Bien, Monsieur Bill.

♪ Je t'aime, tu m'aimes, on s'aimera ♪

♪ Jusqu'à la fin du monde ♪

♪ Puisque la terre est ronde ♪

♪ Mon amour t'en fais pas ♪

♪ Mon amour t'en fais pas ♪

And now, the one you've been waiting for,

Marie Jouvet.

He's back.

♪ Dernière nuit ♪

♪ Demain à l'heure ♪

♪ Que l'aube effleure ♪

♪ Tu partiras ♪

♪ Dernière nuit ♪

♪ Au point du jour ♪

♪ Un autre amour ♪

♪ T'apportera ♪

♪ Dernière nuit ♪

♪ Mais ton étreinte ♪

♪ Comme une empreinte ♪

♪ Ne restera ♪

♪ Dernière nuit ♪

♪ Et si je pleure ♪

♪ Quand viendra I'heure ♪

♪ Tu l'oublieras ♪

♪ Dans cette nuit brune serrer contre toi ♪

♪ Un rayon de lune éclaire notre pas ♪

♪ Ç'est bon tout de même d'être là tous deux ♪

♪ Il se peut qu'on š'aime ♪

♪ Et qu'on soit heureux ♪

♪ The night is ours ♪

♪ Our first and best ♪

♪ Come to my heart, come to your rest ♪

♪ The night ours, I love you so ♪

♪ Soft are your lips, murmuring low ♪

♪ The dream is ours, beyond compare ♪

♪ Tender and warm ♪

♪ Lovely to share ♪

♪ The hours may pass ♪

♪ And we may kiss ♪

I Never an hour ♪

♪ Sweeter than this ♪

- Hello, sweetheart. - Bill.

- You've come home. C'est merveilleux. - Yeah.

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

You look well.

You lived well in England?

- I want to talk to you. - Good.

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

- When, now? - After the attractions. Upstairs.

We can talk better there, hmm?

Will you wait for me?

OK.

♪ The night is ours ♪

♪ Tout mon bonheur est avec toi ♪

♪ And then goodbye ♪

♪ Oh, mon amour, reste avec moi ♪

♪ Dernière nuit ♪

♪ Hold me fast ♪

♪ Never to love ♪

♪ Say it will last ♪

♪ Dernière nuit ♪

♪ Our love must die ♪

♪ Mon coeur frissonne ♪

♪ Lover goodbye ♪

♪ Lover ♪

♪ Goodbye ♪

A nice, clean boy again.

- Where's the money? - In London.

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

Listen, Marie. Someone got wise to it.

The police were after me. I was being watched.

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

If I'd have come back any time with pounds, I'd have been caught.

So it took all this time to find enough courage to come back,

with nothing.

OK, if you want to think that, go ahead.

Enjoy yourself.

You spent all my money then your poule found you out.

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

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

But I had to come back.

I had to come back to you.

I'll be getting dressed now.

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

I bought this for you.

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

Where do you think you'll sleep tonight? In the bois?

Silly goose!

What's all this in aid of?

What do you want me to do?

I like you. It's stronger than me.

Bill.

I have an appointment with Dr Kearn.

Will you step this way, madam?

Hello, Judy.

Come and sit down.

Well, what do you think of it?

I can even afford champagne now.

What's the trouble?

You see, there's no one else I could go to.

I didn't know what to do.

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

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

What is it?

I'm going to have a baby.

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

I'm not well.

We'd better start at the beginning.

Judith Moray.

I married him.

Judith Glennan.

Please, you've got to help me.

Why are you in this state? What is it?

Judy, I've got to know.

The morning after we were married, he left me.

I haven't seen him since.

I know now that having the baby and getting married

was all part of something which didn't come off.

I shall never see him again.

Judy.

I'll help you in every way I can.

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

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

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

Will you be gone long?

Perhaps half an hour.

Then I'll wait for you here.

I can't leave you alone here.

Look, Papa, I'm a big girl.

Good. I don't have time to discuss it.

- Bill. - Yes?

I'll leave my daughter in your care. Let her have everything she wants.

Sorry, my French is awful.

Oh, please see that my daughter has everything she wants.

Sure, with pleasure.

It's her birthday. I'll be back in half an hour.

- See you later, my dear. - See you later, Papa.

A gin-fizz.

- Not too sweet. - Sure.

Handmade and extra special. And it's on me.

♪ Come to your rest, the night is ours ♪

♪ I love you so ♪

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

Ah, they found him out?

- What's his racket? - He's a banker.

A banker?

Very nice.

♪ Never an hour ♪

♪ Sweeter than this ♪

And now Victor will sing something while you dance.

♪ J'ai tant rêvé de vivre grand amour ♪

That'll be 1,200 francs.

- You want to pay in dollars? - In paper.

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

- For Americans, you don't either. - OK, Limey.

Keep the change.

I need someone to take diamonds to Tangier.

Then fly to New York.

With dollars.

You could send the Englishman.

No.

I'm sorry.

Afraid of letting him out of your sight?

That won't keep him.

No?

You're making a fool of yourself over this man.

Yes.

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

Get rid of him.

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

We always regret our mistakes, but we go on making them.

There was a time when you and I were happy without regrets.

It could be again if...

if you recover your senses.

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

Didn't you come here to talk about dollars?

Yes. Someone must go to New York.

I am Polish. That's no good. I would send Golding but...

- But what? - They refused his entry permit.

Would they know him?

Well, they have his name and what's written in his passport.

Then you need another passport?

Yes, but an English passport. Golding is English.

Wait.

Bill.

So you want me to buy his passport,

to keep him here?

What is it?

Do you want to make some money?

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

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

No.

- You've only to lend your passport. - Hmm?

- My passport? - Only for a few weeks.

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

- How much? - Fifty thousand francs.

Find a real mug.

- You must pay more. - What do you mean more?

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

It's a question of taste. Sixty thousand.

- That's better. - I'll take a hundred.

Do you want to thieve me?

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

OK.

Give me the passport.

Thanks.

A hundred thousand francs to keep him in France.

You're more than a fool, you're crazy.

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

You'll see.

You'll never understand.

He's stolen from me, betrayed me.

When I hear his voice...

When he touches me, I...

Without him, there is nothing.

Have a drink. Sam, gin-fizz and a Scotch.

Do bankers ever loan their daughters out without security?

Sometimes, their daughters just go out.

Well, how about you? What about tomorrow? Lunch?

Well.

Why not?

Young scamp.

Keeping us up all night.

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

- Good. I'll look in to see her later. - Very well, doctor.

Thank you.

Glad it was you, Father.

It was a difficult birth.

You know, some of us old-fashioned GPs

aren't so bad at old-fashioned jobs like this.

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

- No, and I don't think I do. - Oh?

Father, you're looking absolutely whacked.

Oh, I'm alright.

Well...

If ever you feel like taking things a bit easier.

What do you mean?

I mean...

I'll take over from you for good.

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

Yes, fine.

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

Just like Winston Churchill.

Just a little bit like me, too?

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

Is that all?

Alan, he is like Bill.

Judy.

He's out of our lives forever.

- How much? - One hundred and seventy.

One hundred seventy francs.

Merci.

I tell you I love Bill. You don't understand.

Yes, I understand.

I absolutely forbid you to associate with Bill.

Good. See you later, Papa.

Darling, you realise if you do marry me,

there's lots of things you've been used to that you won't get anymore.

I don't care.

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

- Bill. - Listen.

After your father's left home in the morning,

pack your things and meet me at our café on the Place de la Madeleine.

Bring as much money as you can.

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

Well, won't we?

Oh, Bill.

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

Broadly speaking.

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

I'm already married.

If only you'd been as frank with my daughter,

there would have been no misunderstanding.

Oh, I'm not so sure.

She's in love with me, you know.

In fact, she's already left home.

She's waiting for me now.

I see.

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

Then, what do you suggest?

Well, I could, er...

leave Paris.

Without my daughter?

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

Helicopters?

Good, good. This is enterprise, adventure.

There's only one slight snag.

I'd have to buy a partnership.

I'd need, er...

- Ten thousand pounds. - Ten million francs?

It's a lot of money.

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

Well, I suppose it is a reasonable proposal.

In fact, it's generous.

But I'm a businessman and I like to do things correctly.

You won't regret it.

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

Mr Perrier, would you be kind enough to write down

in every detail this gentleman's proposal?

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

Sparing yourself nothing.

Finally, will you...

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

I think you said ten thousand pounds?

After that, if you will sign it,

and we'll both take it along to the police.

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

I'm sure the police will agree it's a unique opportunity

of making money very quickly.

Call the Chief of Police for me.

Cognac, s'il vous plait. - Un cognac?

It's the best in the house. It's Parbleu.

- Sixty francs, sir. - Sixty francs.

- Merci. - Merci.

Taxi.

He is no good to you.

He's always with that girl. Everything he tells you is a lie. Can't you see?

You won't face the truth.

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

It isn't the first time.

He is no good to you.

I tell you again and again till I'm sick of hearing myself!

And I'm sick of hearing you say it!

Will you shut up?!

What should I do?

Come away from Paris.

Forget him.

But I don't want to forget him.

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

But he's still in Paris. He's still with me.

That's all that matters.

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

I want a passport and I'm gonna have one or the money now.

And a British passport's expensive.

I wouldn't understand such things.

Cut that out. I'm in a hurry. 500,000 francs or argue it out with the police.

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

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

Don't give him that.

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

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

It's good enough.

Bill!

What are you doing? You can't leave me!

I love you, you know. I beg you.

- Bill, you can't go like this! - No?

Goodbye, sweetheart.

Bill!

If this passport's no good I'll be back.

- You won't come back. - It's been done before.

Darling, you shouldn't be so ambitious.

How many children are coming to this wonderful party?

Eighteen.

Well, we've got eighteen wonderful balloons.

I think we'd better have a few more, just for luck.

Oh.

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

Soon fix that.

- Here, hold this. - Do be careful, they'll all be here soon.

Oh, it's child's play.

It's marvellous what you can do with a nail file.

Now you've done it.

What happened?

Oh, they must have got the wiring all wrong.

It's supposed to be in series.

Of course. How stupid of them.

Hmm?

Judy.

Darling.

Any regrets?

None.

No champagne in Battersea?

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

I hated it as much as you did.

Did you?

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

Bill's ghost again.

Why do you have to go on reminding me?

You're the only one who ever thinks of him now.

Yes. I'm sorry.

I can't blame you.

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

Oh, and you promised to go and get the Heathcote boys.

- I'll be off. - What about the lights?

Oh, it's only a fuse. I'll fix it while they're having tea.

Oughtn't I to ring up an electrician or something?

Certainly not.

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

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

Goodbye.

Oh! Waddy!

Did you remember about those extra crackers?

Now don't start to fuss. Nothing's been forgotten.

I've forgotten Nicky.

Good heavens, look at your face.

I'll catch it for this.

Just what have you two been up to?

Oh, Nicky. You and your grandpa.

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

Didn't like to discourage him, my dear. He was writing a letter to The Times.

Weren't you, Nicholas?

Oh, heavens! They're here already and I haven't turned out the jellies yet.

And just look at you. Come on.

Don't forget I want a jelly with my tea.

Oh, and ask Waddy,

if she thinks Highlander can carry a penalty of ten pounds

over three miles tomorrow.

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

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

Alright.

Hello, Waddy.

Yes, it's me.

Bill Glennan.

Hello, Judy.

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

Alright, Waddy.

You're looking marvellous.

What do you want?

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

Ooh, a party.

I'm sorry.

Why are you here?

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

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

Yes.

Didn't wait long, did you?

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

What are you going to do about it?

That was rather the idea of coming to see you.

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

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

Keep Alan out of this.

It's nothing to do with him.

Isn't it?

I think he'd kill you if he knew.

Look, obviously I've barged in at the wrong moment.

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

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

Anything, but you can't drag Alan into this again.

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

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

Alright. I'll ring you tomorrow.

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

Nicholas.

And this is his first party.

Pity I can't be there.

I hate to miss a good party.

Don't let us have a hate, Judy.

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

Please, will you go?

See you tomorrow.

Stick 'em up.

Don't do that, I say! Give me my baby.

My poor little baby!

They tell me you've been very, very cruel to Miss Judy.

Mrs Punch, I mean.

And to your little baby.

I'm the hangman.

And they tell me, Judy,

that Punch has been a very, very naughty boy.

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

And then I will pull the rope.

Like that!

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

Is anything worrying you?

I'm alright.

Are you sure?

Go down and see to things, darling, will you?

Look after her, Waddy.

- Waddy, how is it happened? - You haven't told Alan.

Why, Judy?

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

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

How can you keep him out of it?

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

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

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

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

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

At least you must let me try.

- Well, if you think... - Please, Waddy.

Alright, Judy.

There we are. Hold that, will you?

Is the doctor alright?

- I'm fine, thanks. - I can see that.

- I mean your father. - Oh.

He's not too bad. Hold that.

Why don't you pop up to the house one day?

He likes to see his old friends.

- He knew a thing or two. - Yes.

- It's a rum thing. - What?

You can't beat the old 'uns.

No, you can't, can you?

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

We'll see.

Er, see you after Christmas.

Send the next customer in, please.

- Remember me kindly to the doctor. - I will.

We miss him, you know.

I know you do.

Hello, Kearn.

You know, even I couldn't dodge that queue of yours.

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

No.

That's very naughty of her.

When did you see her?

Oh, as soon as I got back to London, naturally.

Looking marvellous, isn't she?

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

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

I don't think she's forgotten that you had something rather like this

to go through once before.

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

Sort What out?

Oh, please.

Who's married to who? And...

Nicholas.

The police should be quite a help, too.

The police?

They might like to know why you were reported killed.

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

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

I've spent a long time working for the day

when I came back to Judy and Nicholas with a clean slate.

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

And I want her back.

And Nicholas.

After all, I'm still her husband.

The first thing she'll do is divorce you.

That wasn't the impression she gave me.

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

We always had.

You should know that.

We could never quite get it out of our systems.

What are you after, money?

Ooh.

Is that your idea? I hadn't thought of that.

It's a bit sudden, but, er...

if it's the only way out and you insist.

But it's going to be awfully expensive.

I mean, think what you're getting and I'm giving up.

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

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

That's my idea of settling this.

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

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

She knows where she can get in touch with me.

Any time.

She's been there.

I'll be seeing you.

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

It's a terrible cut and it's bleeding badly.

Alright, let me look at it.

Yes?

Hello, sweetheart. It's me.

I've been waiting.

You haven't told Alan yet, have you?

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

I'll tell Alan after you've gone.

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

You'd better come and see me now.

Then it's blackmail.

Don't be silly. A husband can't blackmail his own wife.

Is that you, Judy?

Yes.

Be a good girl and get me my baccy, will you?

- It's in the drawer by the window. - Yes, Father.

Judy.

Thank you.

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

but if ever you wanted any help...

if ever you wanted to get something off your chest...

it's safe enough with me.

I know.

But really there's nothing.

Nothing at all.

Darling.

Get me a handkerchief before you go, will you?

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

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

- Alright. - Oh, I hope Waddy didn't forget

to ring up about my little investment.

I want it each-way.

I'll tell her.

Yes?

Waddy, I want to speak to Judy.

She's just gone out.

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

I'll try.

Judy.

Judy!

I shouted but she's gone.

The fog's awful.

- Waddy. Where's she gone to? - I don't know.

Well, the minute she gets back, ask her to phone me.

- I'll be waiting here till she does. - Alright. Goodbye.

Hello, Mrs G.

It didn't take you long.

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

- Oh, come on, Judy, relax. - What do you want to talk about?

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

I want you. Alan wants you. Nicholas.

- What a shambles. - Go on.

Just wondering if there weren't some way out.

Such as?

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

step out of it.

Go to South America or somewhere.

Then no one need ever know that your marriage is a phony.

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

It is blackmail.

No, no.

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

Of course, if you won't play ball and there's a showdown,

everything will come out for airing.

How much do you want?

How much can you let me have?

Two hundred and sixty-five pounds.

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

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

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

You'd be afraid if you knew how much I do.

And what about Alan?

Two hundred and sixty-five pounds.

Is that all you're worth to him?

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

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

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

Why didn't you tell him, Judy? So silly of you.

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

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

Bill, please!

Is that you, Kearn?

Glennan speaking.

I have our wife here.

14 Cadogan Mews.

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

Why don't you come up and join the party?

Stop it, Bill!

Sorry, Judy's a bit upset.

She's not there. I don't believe you.

Well, come and see.

It's up to him now.

We really can relax.

Put that away.

What good will it do you?

I'm not thinking of myself.

I'm thinking of Alan and Nicky.

You say you're thinking of Nicky. Well, think of him.

Think of him now.

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

What about Alan?

How's he gonna feel for the rest of his life?

Anyway, he'll have my son to remind him of both of us.

Or don't you care?

Judy.

Alan!

- Don't go there, you mustn't! - What were you doing there?

- Alan, take me home. - Is it all on again with you and him?

- No! - Why have you kept me out of it?

He was seeing you, hasn't he? You haven't told me.

Alan, don't!

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

Alan!

Alan!

Alan!

What is it, Waddy?

- These gentlemen-- - Mrs Kearn?

Yes.

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

This is Sergeant Adams.

Police?

May we come in?

Yes, of course.

Put the lights on, Waddy.

It's, er...

It's about your husband.

- What's happened to him? Where is he? - At the station.

He's made a statement.

Statement?

A man's been shot, William Glennan.

But Alan didn't shoot him.

He says he did.

Oh, no.

- You knew William Glennan, didn't you? - Yes.

- You were married to him? - Yes.

Yes.

But Alan didn't shoot him.

He was found there, with the pistol.

- But I took the pistol there. - You?

Yes. I want to tell you exactly what happened.

Suppose you do that.

I took the pistol and went to see him.

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

Go on.

And then there was a terrible scene.

I lost my head, pulled the trigger,

several times, I don't know how many.

I hardly knew what I was doing.

Yes?

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

Only one thing, Mrs Kearn.

Your husband says he took the pistol to Glennan's place.

But I took it.

- I can prove it. - Really?

The pistol's kept in a grey suede cover.

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

I got it from there. Took it out of its cover,

and then hid the cover.

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

You'd better show us.

I want you to be careful that you're sure about what you say, Mrs Kearn.

You know this involves a charge of murder.

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

Did your father-in-law see you take the pistol?

No.

Alright, I'll do my best.

Wait here, Adams.

What is it, Judy?

It's alright, Father.

Just an enquiry about your firearms licence, sir.

Heavens, I believe I forgot to renew it.

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

- What's that to do with the licence? - Just checking, sir.

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

It's kept in here. In the grey suede cover.

Alright. Where's the cover?

And the licence, Mrs Kearn?

I put it in here somewhere.

In this drawer.

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

Why not try the desk?

Yes.

All this fuss about a simple licence.

Blasted government.

Coming into my bedroom, poking about in my drawers.

A regular Gestapo.

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

It's full of nothing but crooners and comics.

Comics.

There you are, Father.

Thank you, sir. Sorry to disturb you.

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

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

Of course.

If there are any domestic arrangements you would like to make, we'll wait.

Thank you.

I would just like to say goodnight to my son.

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

What did you do with the cover?

Well, What did you do with it?

Did you, er...

get rid of it?

Yes.

I wanted to have the pistol ready.

What did you do with it?

I threw it out of the car window.

I don't know just where because of the fog.

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

Your wife gave it to us. And another thing...

a police constable said he heard you break into Glennan's place...

but he didn't hear a shot.

We've got your wife here, Dr Kearn.

She's told us her story.

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

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

May I see her?

I'm afraid not.

- Well, will you tell her something? - Yes.

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

I realise now were not true

and that they've never been true.

And that I know that now...

and always will.

And will you say that I am sorry?

Yes.

If I were you, I should go home now.

There will be things to be taken care of there.

Yes.

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

Thank you.

Ask Mrs Kearn to come in.

Come in, please. Sit down.

Do you know, Mrs Kearn,

you were right about your husband.

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

No.

He didn't shoot him.

Now, Mrs Kearn, please.

Exactly what happened?

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

There was nothing else in my mind but that.

Then quite suddenly, I was conscious of the kettle.

It started to boil.

I could see the steam jutting out and my head began to swim.

He said, "What about Alan?

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

Then he smiled, and my head went clear again.

Because I was angry.

And I remember thinking

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

I was going to press the trigger.

Then I heard him say,

"What are you going to tell Nicky?

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

And my head began to swim again.

And I knew that my hands were trembling

and he could see they were.

I went on standing there, thinking about Nicky.

And how he looked a little bit like Bill.

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

I dropped the pistol, ran out of the room,

down the stairs and into the street.

You're now saying you didn't kill Glennan?

Yes.

Is this yours, Mrs Kearn?

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

- Yes, but... - But what, Mrs Kearn?

It is yours?

He gave it to me on our wedding day.

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

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

Yes, we know all that.

We thought Glennan was dead too,

until the French police resurrected him yesterday.

We'd closed his file.

File?

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

and the people he associated with in Paris.

His last little job over there was also attempted blackmail.

Between you,

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

And that's a long time.

You know, Mrs Kearn,

there's one thing that makes us really cross.

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

We don't much like false statements.

Your husband lied about the pistol.

You lied about the shooting.

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

But only one bullet was fired.

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

one of you two might have talked yourself into something there was no way out of.

Now, Mrs Kearn, would you please mind waiting in the other room again?

Get me Passport Control, Dover.

Oh, excuse me.

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

Allow me.

Not too much for you?

Thank you so much.

Come back to you?

Sweetheart, I'm sorry.

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

That's her wristwatch you're wearing.

The curious thing is,

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

She had everything I ever really wanted except money.

You had nothing but money.

A cage of gold.

Yes?

I see.

Did she speak?

I see.

Alan.

♪ The night is ours... ♪