Four Men and a Prayer Page #2

- We knew there was something sticky about it.

- There was.

We all read the evidence.

What about that batman

of yours- Mulcahay?

I'd as soon distrust one of you.

And Captain Loveland?

- So far as I know, an officer doing his duty.

- Drake, sir?

One of the best. He got special leave

to come home and help me.

- You're going to fight, of course.

- Naturally.

- Good.

- We knew you wouldn't take this lying down, sir.

And neither will we.

We're in this with you, if we can help.

You bet we are. We've always stuck together-

all of us- through fire, flood and famine.

Famine, Snicklefritz?

When was that?

Well, the time that Nosey and I

got lost in the woods and missed supper.

Sit down, sir.

You must be feeling tired.

I am a bit tired.

The nights on the boat

were the worst...

when I knew how all

you fellows must be feeling.

Well, I-I think

we'll all have a spot.

That's a sound idea.

Now, have you any idea-

Oh. Uh, have you any idea, sir,

of the motive behind all this?

I have.

A very definite idea.

It was the work

of a munitions syndicate.

- The tribe that revolted had

the very latest in modern guns.

Do you mean to say, sir,

that someone sold guns to the natives...

and then created an opportunity

for the guns to be used?

I do. It all fits in.

Oh, that's-

that's absolutely fictional.

Have you any proof?

I have.

It wasn't easy to collect.

After the court-martial,

everybody seemed to disappear.

- Disappear?

- Well, scatter.

General Bryce

was transferred to Egypt.

Captain Loveland inherited a fortune

and retired to Buenos Aires.

- And the barman had already done a bunk.

- Yes.

- Why, that's extraordinary.

- Ah.

Just to see whether you

really can take it, sir.

I can...

if it isn't drugged.

Well, sir, here's confusion

to your enemies and to ours.

And to your mother, boys.

I'm glad she's not here today.

Well, I've got

an hour's work to do...

so clear out for a bit, will you?

- See you at dinner, sir.

- At dinner, Father.

- See you at dinner, governor.

- See you at dinner, Dad.

After dinner I'll lay the case before you

and ask your advice.

Four brains are better than one.

- Yes, sir.

- Four brains? What about me?

Oh, have you found one?

Good. I hadn't heard.

Nosey, I'll have you for that!

Oh, Manders, will you see

if the colonel is ready for us?

- Very good, sir.

- It's good port, this.

- I don't imagine you get very good port in America.

- Oh, yes, you do.

- How do you get it?

- Well, they send it over in boats.

- Oh.

- Oh, boats.

Nosey, are you growing a mustache?

I beg your pardon.

It's grown.

It jolly well isn't.

Geoff, do you realize that

while you've been away...

you've picked up the most

appalling American accent?

Have I? Do you know, in the States

nearly everybody takes me for a Yankee.

Yes, I can well understand that.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Let me hear you say "Okay, toots."

- Tell my sons I'm ready for them, Manders.

- Very good, sir.

Who's that?

Your father is ready, Mr. Wyatt.

Oh, thanks.

Now for the story.

Come on, you chaps.

What was that?

It sounded like a gun.

- It's locked.

- Father!

- Father!

- Father!

Try this again.

Oh, Dad! Dad!

Oh, governor.

He's killed himself.

The disgrace.

- Manders.

- That isn't true. L- I won't believe it.

Beano, look.

The dispatch case!

- It's empty.

- His papers are gone.

- Dad's evidence.

- Look, the window!

Somebody came through

this way, all right.

This is murder.

What's the plan, Beano?

You're head of the family now.

Well, we've got

four names to work on.

There's Drake, Mulcahay,

that barman and Loveland.

These men must be found

and talked to.

- Right.

- I shall go to India and start with Mulcahay.

- Drake's coming here. Boson, you'd better wait for him.

- Right.

Loveland's in Buenos Aires.

- Nosey, that's your job.

- Good.

- Well, what about me? I'm in on this.

- You're going back to Oxford.

- Oh, no.

- You'll do as you're told.

But that isn't fair. This-This is a family cause.

It- It's Dad's and ours.

Well, Boson, you understand.

This is my cause too.

- He's right, Beano.

- Yeah, let him go.

- All right, Rodney goes with me.

- Thanks, Beano.

But this isn't going to

be any tea party.

If Dad's evidence was so important

that they had to murder him...

we'll be running the same risk.

- Let it come.

- And the sooner the better.

Here's to you, Mother.

And to you, Dad.

Mother, Dad.

Hello.

Doesn't the diplomatic corps

even allow you to look surprised?

- I'm not.

- You're not?

You're the world's champion popper-upper.

It amounts to genius.

Your butler thought I was working my way

through college and wouldn't let me in.

Sensible fellow.

What's the matter with your feet?

You're not starting a nudist pose?

No. Feet hurt

and there wasn't a taxi...

and I had to walk all the way from that

adorable little place called SaintJohn-Cum-Leigh.

SaintJohn-Cum-Leigh.

- Yeah, and the man said that-

- Why?

- Hmm?

- "Sinjin Comely"?

- Well, that's the way it always has been.

Oh. Well, however,

the man said it would only be just a step.

I suppose that's the well-known

English sense of humor, huh?

- The village has never seen a taxi.

- Oh, really?

Well, now that you're here, shall I carry you

across the threshold like a bride?

Oh, Geoff, I'd love it.

Oh, Lynn,

I-I think you-

I think you'd better walk.

Scaredy-cat.

You're never going to get

anyplace if you're always going to be a-

- You see, I got in, Meadows.

- Manders.

- I beg your pardon.

- I say, that's pretty close. How did you know?

- Oh, Meadows, Manders.

- That's all right. American, you know.

- Oh, yes.

- Tea in the library.

- Very good, sir. Madam, may I have your wrap?

- It's a dress.

- Oh, yes.

- Ah, Geoff, it's lovely.

Oh, it looks

just like the tap room...

- at the Statler Hotel in Buffalo.

- Thanks.

Well, you needn't be so snooty about it.

It's a very nice tap room.

Oh, and so is this.

Ah, fire. It's cozy.

I love fires.

Well, it's nice to see you, Lynn,

but what are you doing here?

I came to find out why you stood me up that

night in Washington and then disappeared.

No, thank you.

The embassy wouldn't tell me a thing...

and so I started on a world tour

looking for you.

I happened to land in England first

and heard you were here, so I came.

Do I hear an apology

for that stand-up?

Geoff, what is it?

It's in all the papers, Lynn.

Two seconds after you

left me that night...

I had a cablegram saying that my father had

been court-martialed and broken in India.

He asked me to meet him here.

Oh. Was that- that

English colonel your father?

Yes.

Oh.

And I came barging in here like a-

Oh, Geoff, I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

Oh, it's all right, Lynn.

L- I realized you didn't know.

Of course, I-I read all about it in the paper,

but I never dreamed-

London is calling, sir.

Captain Drake.

Oh, thanks.

Excuse me, Lynn.

Good afternoon, Captain Drake.

This is Geoffrey Leigh.

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