Dr. Syn, Alias the Scarecrow Page #8

JAILER 2:
It's my trick!

JAILER 1:
It's mine,

I played the king.

JAILER 2:
It's mine,

I played the king!

JAILER 1:
No, you didn't,

you played the jack.

JAILER 2:
No, I didn't.

JAILER 1:
Yes, you did.

You played the jack.

JAILER 2:
Are you

calling me a liar?

JAILER 1:

You played the jack!

JAILER 2:
I'll crack

your skull, you...

(DOOR OPENING)

GENERAL PUGH:
Halt!

What's this?

Naval picket for

the pressed men,

sir.

(PLAYING DRUM ROLL)

Straighten up,

you mangy dogs!

You're in the King's

service now.

Quick march!

(JOHN PLAYING DRUM)

(PLAYING LIVELY TUNE)

What the devil?

Hellspite of The Gentlemen,

at your service, Squire.

The Gentlemen?

You smuggling

scoundrels, what do

you want in my house?

You, Squire,

and your daughter.

Why you...

Quiet and easy,

now, Squire.

No hollering

for servants,

or my friend here'll

have something to say.

The Scarecrow

needs you.

The Scarecrow!

To act as hostage

while he does a little

business, Squire.

Come quiet, you'll

not be harmed.

Make trouble,

I'll blow your

brains out.

There's a carriage

waiting in the lane.

Now, not a word,

so no one gets hurt.

I was told to bring

you as far as here,

then leave you.

God bless you all.

I have to leave

you, Harry.

You're a brave boy.

Give my love to

Father and to Kate,

and say I wish

I could have

seen them.

Hurry, John.

Coming.

Goodbye, Harry.

Good luck.

Here's payment for some

passengers you're to

take to Holland.

Passengers?

From here?

Scarecrow.

You rogue, what do

you want with my

daughter and me?

You'll thank me

before the night

is out, Squire.

What the devil?

SCARECROW:
Here are your

passengers, Dutchman.

DUTCHMAN:

Come on, hurry, hurry!

Harry! Harry,

you're free. How?

What do you say

now, Squire?

Kate, it's your brother.

Harry?

Is it really you?

Why, you've grown

into a beauty.

Take them to Holland

where they can board

a boat for America.

America?

Take them off, mijnheer.

You're in enemy waters,

you smuggling rogue.

Time to go,

Mr. Banks.

My men will

escort you

home, sir.

Your servant,

Mr. Banks.

Good luck.

SIR THOMAS:

So short a time.

Goodbye, Harry.

Take care.

Write to us,

remember us.

I will. Goodbye.

KATE:
Goodbye, Harry.

SCARECROW:

Hurry. Get aboard.

A new life, gentlemen,

the New World and

freedom very soon.

Bon voyage!

And you suspected nothing

when you took the picket

to the dungeons?

I had no reason to,

sir. Their papers

were in order.

(SCOFFS)

(STAMMERING)

They didn't come to

me for the key, sir.

Neither did you.

But they had a key.

How?

Didn't that seem

strange to you?

No, sir. I'm not

familiar with

jail procedure.

The men's actions

seemed normal

and natural.

The deserter,

the American,

they had the answer

to everything I want.

Through them,

I'd have smashed

the smuggling here.

You fool. Why didn't

you see them

or hear them taken,

if you were on duty?

Unless you were

drunk or fighting.

No. No, sir.

Get out!

Yes, sir.

Imposters walk into the

castle and out again

with prisoners

right under your

very nose?

You saw them, sir.

You were at the gate

when they marched through.

It's all in my

report, sir.

Yes. Yes, it's all

in your report.

I sent a copy to the

Admiral, sir, about

the deserter's escape.

To the Admiral?

And another copy to

the Director of Public

Prosecutions, sir.

The Director of

Public Prosecutions who

will report to the King.

Thank you, Mr. Brackenbury,

that was very thorough of you.

My duty, sir.

Duty?

Dismiss.

"General Pugh

was at the gate."

Well, Sir Thomas,

this is a strange

story you tell me.

But, scoundrel or no,

this Scarecrow fellow

freed Harry

where I couldn't,

and arranged for

you to say farewell.

As parson and squire,

we must hope for

his capture,

but tonight let's

drink to him,

shall we?

Well, I suppose so.

BRACKENBURY:

We may see Harry again

sooner than you think.

Both you and I.

I'm not staying

in the army, Kate.

I can't after this.

I'm resigning

my commission.

And let's drink

to the young

people, too.

He's a good lad,

right for Kate.

You'll see.

Yes.

Yes, let's drink

to them.

To Philip, to Kate,

and the Scarecrow

fellow.

Whoever and

wherever he may

be, the scoundrel.

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