Above Suspicion Page #2

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Where to find Peter's friend.

Well, that's fine.

Who's the man in Paris?

We don't know.

Oh, you don't know.

No, of course not.

It would be much too easy

to find a man we knew.

It'll be easy to find this man, too.

All we have to do is go

to the cafe de I'opera

On Saturday night at 10:00

And spill a glass of cointreau.

I know... Don't tell me.

We climb through a train window,

Fire off a gun in a deserted theater,

Whistle Annie Laurie backwards,

And Boris Karloff will

fall out of a closet

With an apple in his mouth.

Be gentle with my

wife. She's an American.

So are you, Benedict Arnold.

Her conception of foreign affairs

Stems directly from Hollywood.

Please, Mrs. Myles, don't

dramatize this little errand.

I'm asking Richard to do this

Because he's... well,

he's an ordinary chap

And an American.

He's been climbing in the Tyrol

For the past eight years regularly.

I'm sure he won't

attract undue attention

Or be interfered with.

Oh, I see.

Typical tourists, above suspicion.

Right.

Any last-minute instructions?

Richard's got them.

Mmm, I see.

Actually, dear, the less you know

Or seem to know, the better.

That's what my mother told me

The night I came out in Boston.

You'll wear a hat with a red rose on it.

Must I?

For purposes of identification.

Oh.

While the waiter's

mopping up the cointreau,

Use the phrase "Mrs. rose says,"

Then name a meeting place.

Mr. X of Paris will

contrive to indicate a time.

Follow that up, and he'll

give you the instructions

Where and how to find the next man.

The next man? Wait a minute.

How many men are there?

I'm not sure, but my friend

Will be at the end of the trail.

For the rest, just follow your noses

And use your common sense.

Above all, don't get mixed up

In anything suspicious.

Oh, no.

And don't get excited.

No, no. Of course not.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, Peter.

Well, you see, dear?

It's really nothing.

Spies...

I'm actually trembling.

Are you cold, dear?

I must get a hat with a big red rose...

What are you doing?

I thought you said you were shivering.

No, darling, not shivering. Trembling.

Oh.

Aren't you even the

least little bit nervous?

Well, yes,

But, uh, no more than is customary

On a honeymoon, I guess.

Just think of what's ahead of us.

'tis the last rose of summer

the last rose...

A rose by any other name...

They shouldn't have any trouble

seeing that, should they?

You know, that's not bad.

That's not bad at all.

That's very pretty.

Thank you, darling.

Richard, somebody's been

Messing about with my things.

When we went to dinner,

My glove case was there,

And the bottles of perfume

Were in the center like that.

The maid probably dusted.

No, she dusted this morning.

I was afraid of this.

No matter what she dusted, darling,

We are now going to the cafe de I'opera.

Stop imagining things.

Oh. Oh.

Pardon, monsieur, madame.

Usually monsieur, madame

have gone out by this time.

That's perfectly all right.

Will madame need anything

more this evening?

No, nothing more tonight, thank you.

Merci, madame.

Come on, darling.

Salaam aleicham, lady and gentleman.

Salaam aleicham.

Very old rug. Many hundred years old.

Not today, thank you.

I will give him for 100 francs.

I said not today.

This carpet, it belongs

to the emir of Baghdad.

His wives make it for him.

He keeps them very busy.

It tells the story of his life.

Very dirty.

What on earth did you say to him?

Very dirty, like carpet.

Allah have mercy. It just isn't true.

What?

It's aunt Hattie and

aunt Ellen from Boston.

It's almost 10:
00.

I know. Here they come. What do we do?

Drug them heavily and ship them to Rio.

Frances, my dear.

Of all people, of all people.

Yes, isn't it?

Your Uncle Fred will be so delighted

When he hears about this,

But we thought you were

in Oxford, studying.

Oh, yes, I was.

All theory and no practice

Makes Fran a dull girl.

N'est-ce pas, Cherie?

Oh, Richard!

Don't be nervous. Aunt

Hattie understands,

Or you wouldn't be in Paris, would you?

I'm aunt Ellen.

I'm so sorry. I don't

think you've met...

The name is Smith.

Mr. Edward Smith.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Where are you staying, Frances?

Oh, we're in...

A little hideout over on the left bank.

When you write Uncle Frederick,

I wouldn't mention that you've seen us.

It's all right with me,

but Fran here, well...

You know how it is.

Quite.

Thanks. It's lucky

you're the sporty type.

Must run in the family, eh, Fran?

It's been nice seeing you, Frances.

We're at the Crillon if you need us.

Yes, Frances, if

you're in any trouble...

Don't you worry about Fran.

She's in safe hands.

Well, good-bye.

Good-bye, Mr...

Smith.

Oh, Richard, how could you?

Well, darling, it's 10:00.

I couldn't take time to tell them

How you swept me off my feet

And made an honest man of me

Before your family knew it,

Almost before I knew it.

Well, we got work to do.

Here goes.

Shall I start the "Mrs. rose" signal?

Mm-hmm.

They say Mrs. rose...

That is to say, Mrs. rose says that...

Je Ne parle pas anglais.

Oh.

Je suis desole, madame.

Mrs. rose says the frisky rabbit cafe

In Montmartre is really wonderful.

N'est-ce pas?

Oui, madame.

Certainement, madame.

Spill yours.

Mrs. rose says the frisky rabbit cafe

In Montmartre is really very original.

Pardon.

Oui. Le frisky rabbit at 11:00.

Bonsoir, monsieur.

Madame, monsieur?

Table for two, please.

This way, please.

All mans are brothers.

Brothers in freedom, love,

Music, song, and the arts.

Madame?

Monsieur?

Oh, we didn't order these.

Compliment of the house, monsieur.

Oh. Thank you.

You're welcome, madame.

Uh, well...

No, no, no. Pas encore, monsieur.

No?

Oh, I see.

You have never visited us before.

No, I haven't.

You see, every new arrival must perform

Before they have their drinks.

It's the house custom.

Sing for your supper, huh?

C'est exactement, monsieur.

You see, we don't do...

But, madame...

Have you seen him anywhere?

It isn't quite level.

Watch your walk.

Oh, right.

What will we do?

Sing, I guess.

Ladies and gentlemen,

my wife and I will oblige

With a famous old American folk song.

she's only a bird in a gilded cage

a beautiful sight to see

you may think she is

happy and free from care

she's not, though she seems to be

seems to be

'tis sad when you

think of her wasted life

for youth cannot mate with age

He's at the bar.

for her beauty was sold

for an old man's gold

she's a bird in a gilded cage

Do you see him?

No.

Do you think he left?

Must have.

Come on.

Oh, it's way past our bedtime.

Bonne nuit, monsieur.

Monsieur! Your coat!

Oh.

Merci mille fois.

Bonsoir, monsieur. Bonsoir, madame.

What's that?

A guide to Southern Germany.

Where did you get it?

I didn't.

It got me.

There's no indication there.

It's just an ordinary guidebook.

It's a guide to Southern Germany,

So that must be where

they're telling us to go.

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