Foreign Correspondent Page #10

I'm not going to put this on.

I've never heard of anything so stupid.

I'll see the British Consul as soon as l...

She's gone.

What in the name of heaven

are they doing?

Switch off the gas.

You've got the other board motor.

- They cut off the other starboard motor.

- Right.

It's the Germans. They're sorry.

They thought we were a bomber.

She'll rescue us straight-away.

The wings are off.

- Let me get out!

- Come away from that door.

We can't just stay here.

When she hits the water,

the tail's the best place.

Come on.

No good staying on here,

she's going under. Quick, onto the wing.

Look, there's the pilot.

- Don't let him on, you fools!

- Shut your mouth!

I'm throwing that swine off.

He's right. It won't hold us.

I'd better slip away.

I'll move to the other end.

That might make it lighter here.

He's gone!

Johnny, don't go! You'll be washed away!

Johnny, come back!

Look!

Must be the enemy coming to pick us up.

Is it the enemy?

We're all right. She's American.

American ship picked us up

and is taking us back to London.

I can't tell you what happened.

I'll wire from London in a few days. Bye.

It's awkward, I just spoke to the captain.

He insists on acting the true blue neutral.

"Enemy waters," he says. Not a line

to the press from his ship.

Can't send out any stories?

We can use the phone

for private messages.

"Hello, Aunt Effie,

safe aboard the Mohican.

"Feeling tiptop."

Two days before we get to London,

we get scooped on our own story.

- You have a crack at brass buttons.

- Even if he says okay...

what good will it do me?

My hands are tied.

- What are you talking about?

- Carol.

I came 4,000 miles to get a story.

I get shot at...

I got pushed off buildings.

I get the story, then I got to shut up.

I'm sincere. I'm not throwing her father

up for grabs.

He died like a hero to save her

and the rest of us.

I'm talking through my hat.

The whole point is, he was her father.

I won't play Judas to the only girl...

I'm very glad you said that.

- You all dry and everything?

- I'm all right.

Send the whole story.

- We'll talk about that later.

- Please.

You can't help me by protecting my father.

I'm in love with you.

I can't hit you with a scandal

for a wedding present.

My father fought for his country his way.

It wasrt a straight way,

but it was a hard way.

And I've got to fight for my country

a hard way.

Okay, if that's the way you feel.

That's for me.

I put in a call to my uncle, Uncle Powers.

Hello?

Johnny Jones is calling from the Mohican.

What's he doing there?

Johnny wouldn't call if it wasrt a story.

Hold the presses. Send Bradley in here.

Tell him we're breaking up Page 1.

- Hello.

- Hello, Mr. Powers. This is Johnny Jones.

Here comes the captain.

Mr. Powers, keep your ear glued

to this phone and don't hang up.

- Mr. Haverstock, I want to talk with you.

- Yes, sir.

- I just found out you're a newspaperman.

- That's right.

Why didn't you tell me

when I questioned you?

- You lied to me.

- My dear Captain...

when you're shot down

in a British plane by a German destroyer...

Latitude 45...

have been hanging

on a half-submerged wing for hours...

waiting to drown

with other stricken human beings...

you're liable to forget

you're a newspaperman.

You'll have to forget it

for as long as you're on this ship.

I can't understand your attitude, sir.

You performed a heroic rescue,

Captain John Martin.

- You took us out of the sea.

- You're not sending a thing from this ship.

You're right, Captain.

We mustrt embarrass

the United States government.

Exactly. That's my point.

That's the story I've got. I won't print it.

I think you ought to hear it first.

That's only fair, Captain.

You know who headed that movement

in London?

Mr. Stephen Fisher.

The man who ran

the Universal Peace Party?

- Why, that's preposterous.

- Yes.

The Mr. Fisher who was drowned

a few hours ago.

His peace party was a cover-up

for spies and traitors.

He was going to be arrested and deported.

- Those are facts.

- I can't believe it. He was a friend of mine.

He engineered the kidnapping

of Van Meer, the Dutch diplomat.

- Nobody would believe that.

- It's the truth.

- I refuse...

- Dear Captain, wait a minute.

This young lady should know

whether it's the truth or not.

Yes, I ought to know.

Mr. Fisher was my father.

And I want the story printed.

- What's that?

- I guess that's my uncle.

Hello, Uncle. How are you?

How's Aunt Sadie? I'm all right, thanks.

We had a little accident.

I can't tell you about it now.

I'll write to you.

I'm going back to Europe.

I was just wondering

if you had any instructions for me.

Yes. Keep on the job.

Have you got all that down?

Rush it out at once.

This is London.

We have as a guest tonight

a soldier of the press...

one of the army of historians...

writing history from beside

the cannors mouth...

Foreign correspondent

of the New York Globe...

Huntley Haverstock.

Hello, America.

I've been watching a part of the world

being blown to pieces.

A part of the world

as nice as Vermont, Ohio...

Virginia, and California, and Illinois...

lies ripped up and bleeding

like a steer in a slaughterhouse.

I've seen things that make the history of

savages read like Pollyanna legends.

- We'll have to postpone the broadcast.

- Let's go on as long as we can.

Madam, we have a shelter downstairs.

- How about it, Carol?

- They're listening in America, Johnny.

Okay. We'll tell them, then.

I can't read the rest of my speech

because the lights went out...

so I'll have to talk off the cuff.

That noise you hear isn't static.

It's death coming to London.

You can hear the bombs

falling on the streets and the homes.

Don't tune me out. Hang on.

This is a big story. You're part of it.

It's too late to do anything here

except stand in the dark, let them come.

It's as if the lights were out everywhere

except in America.

Keep those lights burning.

Cover them with steel,

ring them with guns...

build a canopy of battleships

and bombing planes around them.

Hello, America, hang onto your lights.

They're the only lights left in the world.

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