Man Hunt Page #4

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Remember, she thinks you're a lady.

Surely you don't want to disillusion

anyone so young and trusting.

Ah.

Here. You looks like the gentleman

who asked me to have dinner with him...

at Lyons Corner House last bank holiday.

I? Well, I'm not the gentleman, miss.

In fact, I'm not a gentleman at all.

You're the spittin' image of him then,

but you do act more scaredy like.

Now, miss-

Jerry, Lord and Lady Risborough

wish to say good night.

This the First time anything like this

ever happened to me. I'll never forget it.

Good night, Mr. Reeves.

And it was Lyons Corner House.

Good night.

Good night.

- Uh, good night.

- Good night.

- Good night, Alice. Hope to see you very soon.

- Good night, Alan.

Come along, Jerry. Gerald,

I don't know just how I'll work it...

but somehow I'll get word to you

and let you know what's up.

Well, I'll wait till I hear from you.

Beg pardon, my lord. Major Smith

is calling on the telephone again.

- I'm not at home. Well, good night.

- Good night, old chum.

Wait. It's you he wants.

- Who?

- Major Quive-Smith.

- Quive-Smith?

- Yes. He called my office yesterday.

He said he was a neighbor of yours-

a retired military man from the west of England.

- What's he look like?

- Tall, good figure.

Rather formal. Talks about Kenya.

You know the type.

Talks about Kenya?

Does he wear a monocle?

That's the fellow, yes.

- Did he ask if I were here?

- Yes, sir, he did.

- You told him? - Yes, sir. You see,

knowing he was an old friend, I thought-

- Gerald, take that call, will you?

- Well, what should I tell him?

Tell him, uh-

Tell him I've just left for the club.

Good-bye, old chap.

Don't you worry.

Come on.

- Gerald, what is all this cursed mystery?

- Alice.

Ambassadors telephoning? Scotland Yard

phoning? Major Qui Vive on the qui vive.

Alan looking like a police character

with his face clawed like a tiger or something.

He's mad. Perfectly mad! Insane.

- If you want my advice, you'll call the rozzers.

- Rozzer-

- D*cks!

- Di-

All clear, matey!

- Oh, crumbs!

- Huh?

My pin.

Me good luck pin.

It must have fell off

when I dropped me tam.

It was an heart.

Little stones on it all sparkly.

- A gentleman give it me.

- Oh!

- Oh, drat!

- Hey, hey.

In that case, a gentleman

will give you another one.

That's the least I can do for you, isn't it?

You're not half as grown up

as you pretend to be, are you, Jerry?

Now you're making fun of me again.

- Only a flatfoot. I know 'im.

- Oh.

From now on I'll distrust

everybody but you, Jerry.

Get yourself some sleep. I'm going to

curl up on the couch. Good night.

Good night.

Jerry.

What the devil are you

sniffling about? Huh?

What Is It?

My dear child, come on now.

Come on.

No more of this.

Let's stop the crying, what?

That's a girl.

Now, a great big smile.

Come on.

Great big smile.

That's better.

Much better.

Good night.

Good night.

- Oh, good morning, ducky.

- Morning.

I was just on the point

of breaking that door down.

Well, I couldn't leave it

unlocked, could I?

That's Right.

I never thought of that.

And by the way, my girl, who put

that coverlet over me while I slept?

- Don't know. Just got there, I suppose.

- Mmm. I smell food.

- Fish and chips.

- What a miraculous aroma.

If that's as good as it smells-

Come. Sit down.

Ahh.

Go on. Company First.

Um, uh-

- Well, what-

- How does one, uh-

With your fingers, silly, like this.

Mmm. Of course.

I forgot. The fingers

came before forks.

Ain't you never had

fish and chips afore?

- This can't be fish and chips.

- Course it is.

Just think what I've

been missing all my life, huh?

Come on. Dig in, my girl,

before I get your share.

Mmm. That's good.

What's the matter, Jerry?

- You know somethin'?

- What?

- I don't like gentlemen.

- Like me, you mean?

Oh, no.

You act like a gent, but you ain't.

I mean, you really acts like a gent.

Well, that's a very

complicated statement, Jerry.

Shall I tell you something?

You have great character. You're an

extraordinary girl and a very pretty one too.

Come on. Eat up there.

Where you goin'?

Far away.

Soon I'll have money, and I'll be able to

give the gentleman with the monocle the slip...

till I get on board a liner.

- Gentleman with a monocle?

- Uh, the headman, Jerry.

You saw some of his minions

last night.

- Oh. Hmm.

- They're just small fry.

I think that you'd better

come along with me.

- On a Ship?

- Oh, good heavens, no.

To my solicitors, I mean.

I can't come back here, and I want you

to have some money for all you've done.

I can't leave England, my dear, without knowing

that you have something for your old age-

a woman of your advanced years.

My greatest anxiety last night was

in getting you mixed up in my affairs.

And-

Say, on second thought,

maybe you'd better not come along.

I could have Saul

deliver the funds to you here.

- Oh, no.

- Yeah, I think it'd be safer.

I don't believe they'd hang around

Saul's office. It's too near the law courts.

- But they might.

- What about you?

Huh? Oh, I can shake 'em all Right.

It's amazing how reassuring the sunlight is,

but I was pretty jumpy last night.

- I'm going along.

- But there's no point in it, no use at all.

How do I know

I'm gonna get what-

what you promised me?

So you don't trust me, huh?

I always pay my debts.

I propose to get you 500.

You may have more, If you want It.

I don't mean money.

Well, what in heaven's name

do you mean?

You promised me...

a pin for me hat.

My dear Jerry, forgive me.

I might have known.

Every good soldier needs

a crest for his cap.

And you shall have your pin

set with diamonds, if you wish.

Huh?

Mmm.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, mein Herr. Good morning, frulein.

What shall it be?

Uh- Uh, you've got a, um-

a pin, sort of a brooch,

in the Window.

Ja. Ja. I show it to you.

It's a large heart.

You know what? I don't want an heart.

It's too much like-

Like the one you lost.

That's what you want, isn't it?

So beautiful that piece of jewelry

and so fine a sentiment- the heart.

You see, frulein? It's gold plate,

and the fine stones just like diamonds.

You know, I think

it's rather appropriate.

- How much is this one?

- Ten shillings, frulein.

Very cheap. It costs you

two guineas on Regent Street.

You should have that and

put it in the gentleman's heart, no?

Is it real silver?

Better. It's chromium.

- Can I have it?

- Well, Certainly, if you want to be heartless.

Good, good.

You make no mistake, frulein.

A lifetime, I tell you.

You will have it still when you die.

- Go on. Take it.

- No. You've got to give it me.

I- Oh.

I present you with

this dangerous weapon, mademoiselle...

with my undying gratitude

and admiration.

May you never lodge it

in the wrong heart.

- There you are, sir.

- One pound, 20 shillings. I give you change.

No, keep it, keep it. There mustn't be

anything mercenary about this soldier's crest.

- It's got to bring luck.

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