Man Hunt Page #2

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I haven't seen him for weeks.

Sportsman, you know.

Always running off to the end of the world

to catch a fish or some such nonsense.

I'm positive he's not on the Continent.

He may be on his ranch in Canada.

Spends a lot of time there.

Not at all. Not at all.

Why, a great pleasure, I assure you.

The man is a fool,

but absolutely honest.

The gestapo are a pack of-

- Send this message to Berchtesgaden.

- Yes, sir.

I should hesitate to

question the efficiency...

of the gestapo agent...

who claims to be holding Thorndike.

But after my conversation

with Lord Risborough...

I am convinced Thorndike

cannot possibly be your man.

Clearly a case of mistaken identity.

Always glad to be of service. " Idiot.

Doktor.

Thorndike.

Thorndike!

You're being exasperatingly

stubborn.

You must realize that

this cannot Continue much longer.

Are you ready to sign?

Believe me, my dear fellow,

I don't want you to die.

- Just sign your name and it'll be

important for us that you live.

You will receive the best

of medical treatment.

You will be free to go home,

free to live on that fine estate of yours...

free to do anything you like,

except to leave England.

Are you being so foolish as to

imagine yourself a martyr for England?

Is that why you refuse?

- No.

- Why refuse then?

Why keep on torturing yourself?

Because I don't llke force.

You force your own people

to keep In line, and...

you think you can force

everyone else.

Well, I'm one man saylng you can't.

As you wish.

I'm not responsible for your suffering.

You are, in fact, taking your own life.

That's going to be hard

to explain, Isn't It?

- What is?

- My suicide.

Lots of questions going to be asked.

- High places.

- High places.

That's one place where

no questions will be asked.

You've given me the key

I've been searching for.

You won't change your mind

about this?

- Certainly not.

- Very well.

Identification is essential

in the High places.

We'll give you back your passport

and your wallet, clean you up and-

Doktor.

Doktor.

There are people in England that...

know that men of my character

don't do this sort of thing.

Men of your character

have accidents.

Tomorrow the Doktor and I

will go hunting.

No one will question what we find

when we've found it.

This ledge is treacherous.

The skipper ought to be back by now...

If we're going to sail tonight.

Right you are, sir.

If the blighters don't let us sail pretty soon,

we might as well all go ashore.

- Good night.

- Good night.

I say.

Ah, sein Pa.

My word. You seem to be

knocked about a bit.

Yeah.

Would you mind closing that door?

- This is a British Ship, isn't it?

- Danish registry.

- But you're British.

- Rather.

Cabin boy. My father does business

with the captain out of Southampton.

- I'm British too.

- Oh, I'd know you were British anywhere, sir.

You seem to be in a bit of trouble, sir.

Oh, more than a bit, I'm afraid.

Have you committed a crime, sir?

No.

Was it, um...

about a woman?

I see you know life.

I thought so.

They're a dickens of a problem,

aren't they, sir?

- Where are you bound?

- East India Docks, London.

- And when are you sailing?

- Tonight, if we can get permission.

This way, sir.

Quick!

Come on, sir.

This way, sir.

Hurry. Come on.

Come on! Come on!

Hurry, sir. Come on.

Oh, it's no use.

I haven't got the strength.

They're coming!

Quick. In here.

Vaner!

Vaner!

Donnerwetter.

Sorry, sir. I was belowdecks.

Call your First mate. You c-

Ah, there you are.

Already we waste two days.

- We sail tonight as soon as these policemen search the Ship.

- Good.

- Show them everything.

- Yeah.

Then I get clearance, no?

- Danke.

- You will want to start belowdecks?

- Yes.

- This way, please.

- Wait. I'll come with you.

- I'll take your coat, sir.

- You might need it. It's cold on deck.

- You think so? All Right.

Come. Come along.

Only my own cabin you didn't search.

Is it not?

Wait. Away, boy. Away.

I don't need you.

Please. Go away.

Maybe you think I would

hide stowaways, huh?

Or maybe you think I hide

somebody under the mattress, no?

So, now we will sail, Is It not?

- Certainly, Herr Kapitn.

- Danke.

We only do our duty.

Herr Kapitn surely understands.

Certainly. Vaner.

- Yes, sir.

- Tell the First mate we sail at once.

Yes, sir.

Herr Kapitn, uh,

can you take a passenger?

Passenger? You mean he will pay?

He has papers?

He is English, but you

need have no doubt about him.

His papers are in order,

and he has money.

Oh, here he is.

May I present, Captain Jensen,

Mr. Thorndike.

- It's a pleasure, sir.

- How do you do?

I'm not averse to paying whatever

you demand for my passage, Captain.

You see, I have urgent business

in London.

This is my passport, Captain.

Have I surprised you, Mr. Vaner?

I thought I saw you go ashore, sir.

Ah, yes. But I forgot

to say good-bye to the captain.

But he's not here?

Captain Jensen's on deck, sir.

He's going ashore with the cargo manifest.

You may miss him if you wait here.

Ah, yes.

It's easy to miss a man

aboard Ship now, isn't it, Mr. Vaner?

Oh, I thought you leave us when you told me

good-bye. You forget something, yes?

I'm a very forgetful man, Captain.

Always forgetting the obvious.

- It's my failing.

- Come. I take you ashore with me.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Hello.

Isn't this going to get you

into trouble?

Oh, probably, sir, but I don't mind.

It won't be the First time the First mate

and I have had our differences.

I don't think you ought

to leave the Ship yet, sir.

Stop worrying, my boy.

This is England. I'm home again.

But I didn't like the looks

of that walking corpse.

Kept sniffing around the whole voyage.

From the way you described him, I've never

laid eyes on the man or he on me.

Smell that London air.

I'm not worrying anymore,

thank heaven. Thanks to you.

You know, Vaner, there are some things

that words can't express.

And just between us men...

I don't know how to thank you,

so I'm not going to try.

- You've taken me on trust, my boy.

- Of course, sir.

Ah, thank you.

- Just one thing, sir.

- Huh?

It wasn't a woman, was it, sir?

- No.

- I thought so.

- Good luck, sir, and be careful.

- Thank you.

Would you mind seeing

if the coast is clear?

- All Right.

- Good-bye, old boy.

?It's the same the whole world over?

?It's the poor what gets the blame?

? While the rich has all the pleasures?

? Now ain't that a blinkin' shame?

? She was a just a parson's daughter?

I say, what Ship, matey?

Uh, the, uh- the Lifeline.

- Well, welcome home.

- Thanks, old chap.

- Taxi, sir?

- Yes.

Back up! Follow him!

Don't open the door.

- Let me go. What you doin' here?

- Shh!

- Let me go!

- Quiet.

Let me go or I'll call the co-

Oh, thank you, my dear.

You saved my life.

Saved your life?

Here, who are you anyway?

Well, I was laboring under the delusion

that I was a carefree man...

returning home for the fatted calf,

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