Foreign Correspondent Page #9

I'll promise to keep it safe.

He's not your friend, Mr. Van Meer.

Don't tell him.

Who's that?

Someone just said you werert my friend.

Why didn't you bring the police?

Why aren't you taking me away from here?

You are not to take me away.

Why?

Where are you?

Help me.

That's it.

I see now.

There's no help. No help...

for the whole poor suffering world.

You cry peace, Fisher.

Peace. And there was no peace.

Only war and death.

You're a liar, Fisher.

A cruel liar.

You can do what you want with me.

That's not important.

But you'll never conquer them, Fisher.

Little people everywhere...

who give crumbs to birds.

Lie to them.

Drive them, whip them...

force them into war.

When the beasts like you...

will devour each other...

then the world...

will belong to the little people.

We're wasting valuable time.

All right. I will tell you...

I will tell everything.

Come on, Mr. Fisher.

In the event of invasion by an enemy...

Why, it's only a restaurant.

Look! Come on!

This way. Down the back stairs.

Follow me.

They must've gone the other way.

Look after him.

You're a blithering idiot

if you don't nab Fisher...

before he boards that plane.

How can we arrest him

without any evidence?

You're obstinate.

Isn't Van Meer proof enough?

No, and you ought to know it.

What proof is there against

Fisher personally?

Of all the conceited, stupid numbskull...

Stop behaving like a boy scout

and let us handle this.

Ask McKenna to come in.

Go see Dr. Boniface.

He's very good for nerves.

- Identification of Van Meer complete?

- Yes.

He's unconscious, but there's no doubt

it's Van Meer.

You'd better get back.

Take somebody along to get a statement

when he comes to.

Meanwhile, keep an eye

on that flying boat...

await instructions from us.

What's the good of being related

to Scotland Yard?

- My fool brother won't do anything.

- Scotland Yard can't solve my problems.

- Everyone's in on it but me.

- You're in it, too.

We've got to watch that plane.

While we're driving...

- ring Mayfair 24574.

- Let me write that.

Mayfair 24574. That's my cousin.

He's the director of the airline.

Tell him we need two seats

on tomorrow's clipper to America.

Then go to Hilton Nursing Home

and stick by Van Meer.

Then phone Miss Edith Armbruster,

Kensington 66255.

Tell her I'm off to America.

Will she dine with me next Monday

instead of tomorrow?

- Sure.

- Then call up Stevens at the Post.

Tell him I'm off to America.

Cable New York,

tell them I'm off to America.

Ring up the Crescent Dancing Academy

and cancel my rumba lesson.

Two ham sandwiches on rye bread.

- There's no use in my waiting around.

- It's hard to say how soon he'll recover.

It may be some hours before he can speak.

I don't know much about this,

but my friend's on the clipper.

If Van Meer speaks,

they'll send word to the plane.

Did you hear the wireless?

War is declared! Read all about it.

War declared! It's war with Germany!

I found that picture.

- Steward, bring me one of those, please.

- Yes, sir.

- Any message for me?

- What name?

- Is there a message for me?

- I'll be with you in a minute.

- This one's for me.

- Yes, sir.

Lovely, isn't it?

Sort of makes you forget

all about the war and troubles.

It would be nice if we could keep flying,

live in the clouds.

Yes, it would be very nice.

It's time for me to make a landing,

a forced landing.

What's the matter? Anything happen?

I've got to talk to you.

I don't want to, but I've got to.

The hardest part is talking to you now.

I don't mind about the rest.

- It's about Krug and Van Meer.

- You've guessed.

Not till last night. I've been worried...

but I believed in you.

You shouldn't.

It's true, then, what I wouldn't believe?

Yes. I'm to be arrested when we land...

as a spy, shipped back to London.

It's quite all right, except,

just the one phase of it. You.

That's why I've got to talk to you.

I should like for you to see a little

from my point of view...

it might help you afterwards.

First about yourself, my deceiving you.

I didn't want you involved in any part

because you're English...

half-English anyway. I'm not.

I'm just coated with an English accent.

A thin coat.

I fought for my country in my heart

in a very difficult way.

Sometimes it's harder to fight

dishonorably than nobly in the open.

I used my country's methods

because I was born with them.

I don't intend on making this plea

to the court-martial.

I'm making it only to my daughter

whom I loved dearly...

and before whom I feel a little ashamed.

What you say to me now

means more to me than any verdict.

My dear...

Steward, this is not for me.

It was a mistake.

I'm not sitting 14 hours

playing hide-and-seek with her.

I'm going to talk to her.

It can't do any harm,

now that he knows we're aboard.

- Not a word in front of her, understand?

- I wouldn't dream of talking.

- What will you say to her?

- I don't know. I'm all mixed up.

I love her, and I'm going to help

hang her father.

I've got to say something. I'll go crazy.

Have some brandy. You'll feel better.

You know it always makes me cry harder.

- Surprised?

- What are you doing here?

Having myself a ride.

Carol, I've got to speak to you alone.

It's very important.

- Do you mind, Mr. Fisher?

- Ffolliott's with you, isn't he?

In a way, yes.

You're both after my father.

You're having him arrested

when we land, aren't you?

I don't know what you mean.

I never arrested anyone in my life.

That's a lie. You've followed him

from the beginning.

That's why you wanted me

out of the way at the inn...

pretended you loved me so you could...

It's a lie, that's all.

Everything you've said to me

have been lies.

- Quite a reunion, isn't it?

- You, too?

Please. Have a drink, Scott. I'll be back.

- Where are you going?

- To stretch my legs.

I read that wire you received.

It was given to me by mistake.

That's all right, sir.

You're not going unless I go with you.

I know you both think

my father is a traitor and a renegade.

He isn't. Not to me.

Thank you.

A minority report, but very welcome.

Carol, I've got nothing to do with spies.

I'm just a reporter here after a story.

I'm sorry I ever heard of Van Meer.

I'd blow up the Globe, cut Powers' throat

rather than harm you.

What is it?

They've gone crazy. What are they doing?

Who are they? What is it?

Call Bob. Tell him we're being attacked.

Sorry about this, ffolliott.

It has nothing to do with me.

We're coming down.

You're the most cool-headed woman

I've ever seen.

Make Father wear this.

Here you are. Put these on.

Come out, sir.

They're all going nuts in there.

I'll be out immediately.

What am I going to say?

This isn't like bad weather.

Tell them it's a mistake,

that it's target practice.

I know it's funny for me to ask you

to be calm.

We're doing the best we can.

Get back.

Are we all going to drown?

Keep away from that window, sir.

It might be dangerous. Sit back.

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