Four Men and a Prayer Page #8

- Just try.

- Dear fellow, it's easier to get an interview with the king.

Cherrington's guarded on all sides. We

couldn't even get past his third secretary.

If ever I wanted to poke anyone in the nose,

it was that snooty secretary.

No, I'm afraid as far as seeing Cherrington is

concerned, that's a very difficult assignment.

Well, in that case, you'll need me.

- Lynn!

- Lynn!

- Oh, Lynn, we werejust talking about you-

- That's hardly necessary.

- I'm Lynn Cherrington.

- How do you do?

- How do you do? And how do you do?

- How do you do?

And believe it or not,

you do need me.

- Uh, Lynn, we're very busy.

- Very busy indeed.

Yes. Yes, I know. I'm still messing in

your affairs and you don't like it.

Well, all the fun's

gone out of it for me too...

but I'm gonna stay

and finish what I started.

We'd be grateful for any help,

Miss Cherrington.

- May I take your wrap?

- Thank you. Don't tell me I've met one member of this family...

- who really has brains.

- Oh, well.

- Or, perhaps, two members, huh?

- Oh, thank you.

Of course, those idiots over there

think I can't be trusted.

- No.

- But I do hope you'll believe me.

- Please, Lynn-

- Look, Lynn, if you could-

And besides, I've had about enough of this

"Please, Lynn" stuff.

Do you think I've met every steamer

just to flatter your vanity?

I was afraid my father'd

get away before you arrived, if you ever did.

And when you did arrive,

you wouldn't even listen to me!

Now, would you like

to see my father?

Oh, would we?

I say, you are a trump.

- Thank you.

- We'd be very grateful, Miss Cherrington.

Oh, I knew I should've waited

till I met the rest of the family...

before I made my choice.

- You know, it's a very good thing that you came, uh, Beano.

- Yes?

- Because those two mutts would never have gotten anyplace.

- No, no.

And it's a very good thing

that you came too...

- uh, Snozzle.

- Uh, Snicklefritz.

Well, shall we go?

Thank you.

Uh, you two can tag along if you like,

uh, Nosey and, uh, Stinky.

Come, Stinky.

Thank you.

Oh, sorry, Lady Cherrington.

- Hi, Mike.

- Hello, Lynn.

No!

Uh-huh. Nope.

- Oh.

- Well, Dad, I want you to meet some friends of mine.

Mr. Wyatt, Rodney,

Christopher and Geoffrey Leigh.

Oh, yes. Always glad

to meet friends of Lynn's.

How do you do?

- Uh, now, Dad, I want you to listen to me-

- I'm sorry, Lynn.

I've got to attend a meeting.

Some other time, honey.

Hello. What's this?

Am I being kidnapped?

I'm sorry, sir, but this is a matter

of life and death to us.

We've been trying

to see you for days.

And I'm afraid you must listen.

Well, well.

Serious as all that,

I suppose I can spare you five minutes.

Well, go ahead, Lynn.

You've evidently got a speech on your chest.

Yes, as a matter of fact, I have.

Do you remember a couple

of weeks ago when we were in England?

I went to a certain house

where a British officer and his sons...

had led happy and honorable lives.

I went out there happily too, but...

I found a tragic thing had happened.

A little while before, that officer

had been disgraced and broken in India.

He'd come back home

to prove to his sons that he wasn't guilty.

But before he could

show them his evidence...

he was murdered

and all of his papers were stolen.

That officer was Colonel Loring Leigh

and these are his four sons.

Are you sure he was murdered?

- Definitely.

- A few days later...

another officer

who had come from India...

to help Colonel Leigh clear his name

was also murdered.

- Now, someone was afraid, Dad, of what they knew.

- That's true, sir.

I see.

But what on earth makes you

think that I was in on this?

Well, because Atlas Arms is responsible

for everything that's occurred...

and you are Atlas Arms.

So you think I'm the man, and you're ready

to throw me to the wolves, eh?

Lynn, you must have

a pretty big stake in this.

I have Dad. I'm in love

with Geoffrey Leigh.

But he's not in love with me now,

though he was for a little while.

Mr. Furnoy spoiled all that. You see, he told

me you were president of Atlas Arms and-

Uh, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Lynn, did Furnoy know that these boys

were Colonel Leigh's sons?

- Yes, he did.

- Well.

I'm beginning to see daylight.

Gentlemen, I hold the controlling shares

of many companies, including Atlas...

but I don't control its policy.

I want you to believe I didn't know

that that policy included murder.

- Oh, Dad, can you prove that?

- Why, yes, if necessary.

I make plowshares, locomotives and tractors

and even safety razors.

My stock in Atlas will be sold at once,

I promise you.

But you must know who does control

the policy of Atlas Arms.

- And you've got to tell us, sir.

- Oh, no, sonny, I haven't.

- Oh, Dad, you do.

- May I suggest, sir, that if you protect him...

you make yourself an accessory

to those murders.

Well, I guess a man in my position

could legally wriggle out of that.

But I don't hold with murder, and the man

who's responsible knows that I don't.

That's why he's kept me in the dark.

- Guess you boys want him pretty badly, don't you?

- Naturally, sir.

Then you'll have to hustle. He's sailing

on his yacht tonight for Singapore.

His name is Furnoy.

- Furnoy?

- But I thought he made-

- Well, what are we waiting for? Come on!

- Thanks, Dad.

Geoffrey! Geoffrey!

Geoffrey, wait a minute!

- I'm going with you!

- Darling, you can't come too.

This is a job for men

and guns and-

Don't forget to touch second.

- Lynn, can you ever forgive me?

- Of course, Geoffrey.

Only not in a rush like this. Not until there's

time for a thorough reconciliation.

And, darling, be careful!

There she is out there,

the big white one.

- There's no dinghy. We'll have to swim for it.

- Yes, but quietly!

- No flat dives.

- No nonsense.

Captain, get up a head of steam.

We're gonna sneak

outta here tonight.

No, sneak out.

Not Singapore.

Murros Island.

All right. Come ahead.

Hey! What are you people doing here?

Come on, Boson.

Hey! What are you guys doing?

All clear.

- Now which way?

- Follow it forward. Go to his cabin.

- Are you comfortable, Captain?

- Come on.

- What's this?

- Guest cabins here.

Come on now.

Take it easy.

That's Furnoy's cabin

and the secretary.

That door's locked.

That's Furnoy's cabin there.

There's someone in there.

- It's the secretary's room.

- It's locked.

- Let's crash it.

- Don't be silly.

Hello!

Did you want some more scotch and soda?

Snow White! Shh! Shh!

Donald Moose- Goose. Wait a minute.

Shh.

Hello.

Oh. Yes, sir.

Good heavens.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh. Right away.

Captain. Captain!

Good evening, Mr. Furnoy.

This is my brother Wyatt Leigh.

He's head of our family now

since you murdered our father.

This is my brother Rodney Leigh.

We've come to clear

our father's name.

We want a full confession from you.

Confession?

Wh- Stay where you are.

I've got a bullet here

for each of you!

And as for Loveland, well...

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