Foreign Correspondent Page #6
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- 1940
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I feel weak-minded.
You're right. I don't like you dashing about
without some protection.
- Forget it.
- Lf you're right, you need protection.
I've covered beer mob killings
and race riots...
without even carrying a rabbit's foot.
These people are criminals...
more dangerous than your rumrunners
and house-breakers.
They're fanatics.
They combine a mad love of country
with an equally mad indifference to life...
their own, as well as others'.
They're cunning, unscrupulous
and inspired.
I couldn't face Mr. Powers again
if you didn't live long enough...
to turn in the best story of the year.
I'm gonna be a fine foreign correspondent
hiding in an attic.
I'm not suggesting you hide anywhere.
Just get somebody to protect you.
A nurse? Johnny Jones goes to Europe
and hires a nurse.
That's going to look great
on the expense account.
I know a very efficient detective agency
where we can get just the man.
- Okay. Whatever you say.
- I can arrange it for you.
If you'll feel better, I won't mention it
to anybody.
Mention it. If anyone finds out I've hired
a bodyguard, I'll shoot myself.
If that's Mr. Rowley,
tell him to wait outside.
I've called on Mr. Haverstock.
Will you tell him Mr. Rowley's here.
- Yes. Will you wait here, please?
- Thank you.
- Mr. Haverstock, your cab's here.
- Where are you going?
- To the office, I've got work to do.
- You mustrt go.
I was sent over here at great expense
as a newspaperman, not a refugee.
- How about lunch at the Savoy?
- I'll see you out.
- Johnny, please be careful.
- I'll be all right.
- Mr. Haverstock?
- Is this the man?
Look, who's protecting who?
I ain't lanky, but I'm quick.
You understand what you have to do?
You can trust me to take good care
of Mr. Haverstock.
- Are we going now, sir?
- Take me to my office in Fleet Street...
- and if you're good, to the American Club.
- Right, sir.
You'll keep after this other thing?
When there's any definite news
of our friend, you can break the story.
Goodbye.
Why, Carol.
Nothing must happen to him, Father.
I just couldn't...
How do we go, sir?
Should I walk a little behind you,
or beside you, like a friend?
- What's the custom?
- People have different tastes.
When I served the Duke of Albertson,
a democratic sort of gent...
I used to walk alongside of him,
man-to-man like.
I once had a lady who thought
that was disrespectful.
"Three paces behind," she said.
"And don't smoke."
What's good for a duke is good enough
for me. We can be a team.
Thank you. If we want to go to
the American Club, we'd better take a cab.
There's one.
What's the trouble, sir?
Gangsters after you?
Not exactly.
We're not afraid of gangsters here.
Even our police don't carry guns.
- What do they do?
- Biff you over the head with a stick.
It's more healthy-like.
Did you see that?
Someone deliberately pushed me.
That was me. If I'd pulled you back,
you'd have been caught.
- It was push or nothing.
- That's smart work, Mr. Rowley.
- Thank you very much.
- That's what I'm here for.
Taxi!
- American Club.
- Yes, sir.
After you, sir.
I'm not certain, sir...
but I've got an idea two men
took another cab to follow us.
- I don't see anyone suspicious.
- I may have been mistaken...
but I'm almost certain I saw them.
They may have heard where we're going.
Driver.
Go down Victoria Street,
round past Buckingham Palace.
Right, sir.
We might give them the slip
if we go the long way around.
I'm afraid they're still after us.
Our best plan is to pull around
Driver, take the first to your left
and pull up.
We're going to walk a bit.
I'll do it, sir. I understand the money.
It'll be quicker.
Thank you, sir.
I think our best plan
is to slip into the cathedral for a bit.
Let's stop this ducking out of sight.
Let them catch up and have a showdown.
No, I wouldn't cause a scene.
Our job is to give them the slip.
All right. Let's go.
Nice bit of architecture, sir.
Do you want to go right in?
I saw on the notice it was a requiem mass.
A mass for the dead.
That sort of thing always depresses me,
praying for the dead.
The dead are all right in their place...
but the music and candles
always give me the creeps.
Just really, sir.
I could be so frightened, sir, I...
How about a trip up top, sir?
That'd really put them off the scent.
Boys, careful there.
- I can't see.
- Here, here.
There you are, my boy!
Look. There it goes. There!
I'll have to buy you another now.
Love a duck!
Careful, boys.
You better be careful, too, sir.
Not yet, boys. Come.
Let's leave. I have a luncheon date
and plenty to do before.
I've got it in mind, don't you worry.
Really, now. Look.
Isn't it won'thwhile coming up here?
There's the Houses of Parliament there.
And there's St. James' Park.
That green patch. Yeah.
Come along, boys.
You must excuse me getting scared
when you leaned over just now, sir.
I was once with a man on a bridge
in Switzerland.
He had a very nasty fall.
Killed him. Stone dead.
Always made me a bit nervous since.
Don't go down just yet, sir.
I'd like you to see St. Paul's.
There it is, just coming out of the mist.
There's the horse guards approaching
Buckingham Palace. See them?
It makes the back of me legs go funny.
Heights always did.
Let's get down again, Eric.
We've just come up.
Why didn't you say so before?
Excuse me. I know just how you feel.
Them as has no head for heights.
Nobody ought not to blame them.
What's it got to do with you?
All right, keep your hair on.
I was only sympathizing with the lady.
- I'm going.
- Wait for the lift.
No.
No stairs for me.
I'm going to take the elevator.
Wait a minute, sir.
You ain't seen the horse guards yet.
You must see the horse guards, sir.
- Where? I don't see anything.
- Why, there they are, sir.
Down the road. Just going towards...
the white building.
No, boys. This way.
There but for the grace of God.
I still don't know what instinct made me
step aside when he came at me.
You need a drink.
I heard the lift coming up, and I turned.
I saw that look in his eyes
as he came toward me.
That split second, the whole thing
flashed through my mind.
All I could think of was Fisher.
Fisher planned this.
Then I guess I just stepped aside
and over he went.
- Over he went all right. You want this?
- No, thanks.
When are you going to send the story
to the gazette?
When I get ready.
There goes another one of my illusions.
I thought you were one of the journalists
nothing could stop.
Floods, smallpox, love:
The story must go on.
It'll go on.
No.
I can understand you not wanting
to drag Miss Fisher into it...
but she's probably in it already.
- The moll of the gang.
- You dirty...
On second thought,
I'm sure she's a fine girl...
upstanding, honest, and a great soul.
I can't send the story over
until Van Meer's safe.
We got to find Van Meer first.
There's our man now, probably.
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