Man Hunt Page #5

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- Danke. Danke. Danke, mein Herr.

I think that looks very nice.

Don't you? Huh? Shall we go?

- Come on.

- Auf Wiedersehen. Auf Wiedersehen.

- Good-bye.

- Auf Wiedersehen.

Ja?

Heil Hitler.

Six.

Farnsworthy's office.

Well, uh, it isn't

exactly, uh, Savile Row.

It was the best I could do. After all,

you phoned less than an hour ago.

Well.

Well, uh, aren't you going to

ask any questions?

Only one.

Have you been abroad

in the employ of our government?

- No, on my own business.

- I beg you to let me talk to the police.

You don't realize

the power of your name.

That is precisely what makes

my disappearance necessary and urgent.

But, my dear chap, don't you realize-

If I get as far as Algiers,

I'll give those fellas a run for their money.

Africa is one continent I know

better than all their invisible men.

- This the, uh, ooftish?

- That is the money, yes.

If you don't mind,

we'll check the amount.

No, no.

I'll just take 500.

And, uh, Saul, you can instruct her

how to deposit it.

- Very good.

- I don't want it.

- I won't take it!

- Oh, yes, you will.

I'm going to have my way

at least once with you.

I wouldn't know

what to do with all that money.

- Mr. Farnsworthy will tell you.

- Yes.

I won't take it.

You'll want it.

- Will you be Quiet?

- No.

I can't stand a blubbering female.

I've never seen

such a stubborn woman.

And if you say one word of thanks,

I'll tear out your hair.

Jerry, this isn't

paying you for anything.

I can never do that.

Come on now. Frown. Frown.

You stubborn little monkey.

She won't do anything I ask her to.

- Yes, yes.

- Jerry-

The German embassy

telephoned here a few days ago.

Their inquiry was pointedly casual.

Anyone else ask for me?

A friend of yours came in

to see me the other day...

to consult me about

some inconceivable tangle...

under the Married Woman's

Property Act.

He was continually referring to you.

Was he, uh, English?

Too perfectly.

Major Quive-Smith, he called himself.

Anybody taking an interest in us, Peale?

I've just been taking

a look outside, sir.

The gentleman in the black hat

is still feeding the pigeons, sir.

And now he's been joined by the military-looking

gentleman who visited you last week.

Captain Thorndike's friend,

the gentleman with the monocle.

- You see?

- Hmm.

- Thank you, Peale.

- Not at all, sir.

- Is there another way out of here?

- There's the back staircase.

Oh, good.

Thank you, Saul, very much.

Good luck, you fool.

Oh, uh, one thing more.

If, at any time,

I am found...

the coroner brings in

a verdict of suicide-

- Suicide?

- Don't you believe it, huh?

- But don't attempt to reopen the case.

- All Right.

Bye, Jerry. You wait here for an hour

and go out the front way.

- I'm going with you.

- Now see here. I've had enough of this.

Don't you see that your own safety

lies in keeping away from me?

- Where you goin'?

- To the Underground, on my way to nowhere.

I'm goin' to the Underground too.

I gotta get home, haven't I?

- Saul, will you drag this human leech off me?

- I will not.

- I'm goin' to the Underground.

- All Right!

- Good-bye.

- Bye.

It's all Right here. Read about It.

First news out Right here!

Right here!

First news out Right here. Read about It.

This is it, Jerry.

And there's your ticket.

Good-bye, and take good care of yourself.

You know, you're like

that little arrow on your hat-

straight and shining- and that's

the way I'll always remember you.

Good luck, little one.

Good-bye again.

Right here! First news out Right here!

Read about it!

Right here!

First news out Right here!

Right here!

Come get your newspaper!

First results Right here!

Tube murder mystery! Paper!

Shocking murder mystery.

Paper, sir?

Thank you, sir.

Captain Thorndike's body was mangled

beyond recognition by the train.

A positive identification was made

possible by his passport and wallet...

which he carried.

Shortly after the crime,

a ticket collector tried to stop a man...

with a scar on his Right cheek who escaped

after presenting the wrong ticket.

Evidently, the murderer had made

his way back through the tunnel on foot.

Police are searching

for such a man. "

- But who was killed?

- I don't know.

Only a few people know,

and they won't tell.

Hmm.

Now they can hunt me down at leisure,

with the help of the British police.

Perhaps I was a fool to come back here.

I could have been well out of London by now.

But I wanted to hide out

till it was dark.

Yeah. You're gonna stay here?

Huh? No.

- I've got to get out tonight.

- Ain't I never gonna see you again?

Of course. Someday

when this all blows over.

You know where my brother lives.

Tell him I'm not dead.

He'll take care of you.

Ask him to write to me

in, oh, a fortnight.

No. Three weeks.

Tell me all he can.

By that time, I'll have a beard, and I can

walk into a village without being suspected.

He needn't sign the letter

because I'll know whom it's from.

- But if he puts your name on it-

- He won't.

He'll address it to, uh-

to... your name.

Mr. Stokes.

Mr. Stokes, care of the post office

at Lyme Regis.

- Lyme Regis.

- Uh, have you got a pencil? I'll write it down for you.

Over there in the basket. Lyme Regis.

Lyme Regis. That's it. Here now.

Mr. D.F.- F" is for fool. "

Stokes.

Post office...

Lyme Regis, Dorset.

There you are. Now you can't forget.

And remember:
in three weeks.

You got that?

Well, come on now. Cheer up.

You are the most stubborn little monkey

I have ever seen.

But... this is as far as you go.

Not a step further.

Good-bye, Jerry, and thank you.

Please go.

- Kiss me.

- Jerry.

Won't you kiss me?

I know I'm never

gonna see you again!

Why, dear, dear child.

Alan.

Come along, deary. There's a cozy

little pub just across the bridge.

Ain't half bad either, ducky.

Come on.

- What you want?

- Now, go on, miss. Go on.

I don't want to see you girls get Into trouble,

but you can't be pestering gentlemen.

- Who's pesterin' who?

- Now get along! Get along!

I'm sorry, sir.

If I was you, I'd step along.

Don't get mixed up

with these here girls.

- Here, who you callin' names?

- Now that's enough!

You leave the gentleman alone!

Get along. Get along.

Good night, sir.

Get going.

Get going.

Fritz.

Take me out of here, quick!

- These here men!

- Come.

Sit down, my dear.

We're gonna have a little chat.

Good afternoon, madam.

I think you may have a letter for me.

- What name, please?

- Stokes.

- D.F. Stokes?

- Yes.

Come.

Go through them, please.

Yes, sir. It's- It's in here.

There's a parcel for you, too,

in the back room...

if you'll wait a minute, please.

Just a minute.

Mary.

Thorndike.

Thorndike!

You might as well be reasonable,

my dear fellow.

I'm so glad you had the sense not to

break out while I was sealing you up.

- Now you cannot get out.

- You can't get in, you mean.

I have no desire to enter a cave

after a trapped animal...

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