Man Hunt Page #3

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and now I realize I am the fatted calf.

Wish you'd say things

I can understand.

Uh, have you got a cigarette?

Thank you very much.

Who are them blokes

what are after you?

You won't believe me when I tell you

I've never before laid eyes on them.

How do you know

they're after you then?

When one's been hunted, my dear child,

one develops instincts. It's amazing.

Did you commit a murder?

Mm-mmm. However, I suspect

that something of that nature...

was about to be committed

when you came to the rescue of the victim.

So, uh, once again,

my dear, thank you.

Your memory will be imperishable

as long as I live.

And, uh, just how long that will be

depends again on you.

Now see here. I ain't gettin'

mixed up in nothin'. I can tell you that.

Heaven forbid. The last thing in the world

I want to do is involve an innocent.

But I need the loan of a few shillings.

Uh, a pound, if you have it.

Ah. You talks like a gentleman...

but gents don't go around

askin' girls for money.

You've probably never before

entertained a desperate gentleman.

I've simply got to get to

my brother's house in Grosvenor Gardens.

Grosvenor Gardens?

Go on.

It should be obvious that

I can't get that far on foot...

especially with

these other gentlemen in the street.

I need a cab. I may have to

change to sundry other cabs.

And, uh, unfortunately,

when I left my private yacht...

I neglected to put

a stiver in my pocket.

I am for the moment

absolutely penniless.

Come off it.

I, uh, see you don't trust me.

Well...

allow me to thank you at any rate

for the great service you've done me.

I shall have to risk it on foot.

- Bye.

- Half a mo.

Will-Will 10 bob do?

It's all I got.

To lend all you've got

is a pretty big loan.

Unless something unavoidable

happens to me...

you shall get this back

with tenfold interest.

- I'm going with you.

- Oh, no.

I ain't afraid!

You can't stop me.

- You're coming to make sure you get your money, is that it?

- Right.

You wait here where you're safe.

I'll get a cabbie who's a pal of mine.

Don't stand there coughing, Reeves.

What is it?

- It's Mr. Alan, my lord.

- Mr. Alan?

Yes, with a young lady, my lord.

Gerald, old boy. Bless my soul,

it's good to see you.

Alice, my dear.

Alan! Your face. This scar.

Oh, those revolting clothes.

What has happened to you?

- Allow me to shake your hand too, Reeves.

- Oh.

Alan. Come In my study.

I must see you alone...

immediately.

Don't be so impatient, Gerald.

I feel like shaking hands with everybody.

How are you, Reeves?

And you, sir.

How are you?

Oh, Alice.

Allow me to present

a very dear friend of mine.

This is Miss, uh-

- That's odd. What is your name?

- Jerry. Jerry Stokes.

Lord and Lady Risborough,

Miss Jerry Stokes.

- Uh, how do you do?

- Hello.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

- How do you do?

- I must talk to you. It's very important.

Yes, of course. First,

have you got a fiver in your pocket?

But, my dear boy,

this is most urgent.

But no more so than this.

Come on. A fiver, please.

- Oh, very well, then.

- Thanks very much.

- Now-

- Just a half a minute.

There you are, my dear.

- That's for you and a thousand thanks.

- You don't owe me all that.

Of course I do, and a great deal more

than I can repay with money. Here.

I- I ain't gonna take it.

Don't you get stubborn with me,

young lady. You want to be choked again?

- Alan!

- Here.

- Alan.

- I tell you there's not a moment to waste.

Certainly, sir. I shan't be a moment.

Alice, I'm sure you and Miss Stokes

will find much to talk about.

- Do you mind if I keep this? I might need it later on.

- Sure.

Five quid! Lummy.

Wish I could meet a bloke like 'im

every day. And me thinkin' he was balmy!

Imagine!

Uh, won't you sit here?

Ooh. This is comfy, ain't it?

Great heavens, Alan. How could

you have got yourself In this awful mess?

How did you know about it?

Their embassy's been making polite

inquiries about you for nearly four weeks.

Lately, they've become

more persistent, more pointed.

Then not 10 minutes ago,

the foreign office telephoned...

that our agents in Berlin

say that you're secretly accused of-

- of an attempt upon the life of their fhrer.

- Ah!

I told them, of course,

that the suggestion was fantastic...

that there was absolutely no basis

in fact for such an accusation...

that you couldn't possibly

be involved in any such affair.

That is the truth, isn't it?

Yes, Gerald.

Thank heaven. Then you'll go straight with me

to the embassy and clear the matter up at once.

- I'm afraid I can't.

- In heaven's name, why not?

Uh, sit down, Gerald.

Young woman, what is

your connection with Alan?

Alan.

Is that his name?

You-You don't know him?

Never laid me eyes on him

before tonight.

He's a bit of all Right though

if you ask me. A real swell.

I say, what's this jam

he's got mixed up in?

- Are the rozzers after him?

- The-The-The what?

Rozzers!

D*cks! Coppers. Policemen.

Oh, yes, policemen.

Hmm?

Hmm.

- Good, ain't it?

- Mmm.

But, Gerald, old boy, I did not sign

their faked-up confession.

But they won't need it

if they can get you back into Germany.

- They've got to catch me First.

- Oh, but they-

- they know you're in London.

- In that case, I shall get out of England.

But that's impossible too.

You have no passport.

Any effort to obtain a new one

would only involve the government.

Besides, every Ship and plane

leaving the country will be watched.

What about Scotland Yard?

Within 24 hours, there'd

be a dmarche on my desk...

asking for your arrest

and return to Berlin.

To refuse their ambassador,

that would be an unfriendly act.

We would have no choice

but to comply.

You know what would happen then?

You mean I might even have the honor

of having my head lobbed off...

by the First headsman of the Reich?

I mean there would First

be a faked-up trial.

Not you...

but England would be convicted

before the world.

And that would pave the way

for what they want-

war.

Don't forget their Reichstag Fire Trial.

You know their genius

for producing witnesses and documents...

to prove their enemies guilty

of what they intend to do.

In that case, I shall imitate their gestapo

and become invisible myself.

I shall vanish utterly, completely,

as if I were dead for as long as you wish.

I'll see no one- not even you.

If I could only help you.

But you can, old boy,

by not worrying.

This whole thing will blow over

before long. It's bound to.

In the meantime,

I give you my word of honor:

There'll be no confession, no trial.

Gerald, I've got one of

my dreadful headaches coming on.

- I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me.

- Why, yes, of course, my dear.

I've left that young person

in the living room. Don't-

Alice, I never thought you'd be

the First to throw up the sponge.

- Come on. You've got to see Jerry at the door.

- No, I shan't.

- But after all, she's your guest, you know?

- I can't. I really can't.

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