Our Man in Havana Page #4

Oh, Father, your stories

must have been awfully successful.

- On this auspicious occasion...

- Spell it.

Oh, not after a couple of bottles of Krug '52.

All I want to say is,

"To Milly and her long and happy future."

You are tipsy, Father.

"At 17, many their fortunes seek

"But at fourscore," that's you and me...

- "It is too late a week."

- Shakespeare. As You Like It.

It isn't in Lamb's Tales from Shakespeare.

They cut out the poetry.

I know because Father's got a copy.

Do you read Shakespeare in that form,

Mr. Wormold?

- Without the poetry?

- Not me.

- He does. He's got a volume in his bedroom.

- I bought it for you.

Why were you so cross when I borrowed it?

I wasn't cross. I just don't like you poking

around among my things, that's all.

I am so glad to meet Milly's father.

May I sit down?

- We were just going.

- Nonsense. It is early yet.

You are my guests.

- You're behaving very badly.

- Badly?

- What, to you?

- To all of us.

This is my birthday party,

and my father's party, not yours.

Your birthday?

Well, then you certainly are my guests.

- I'll invite some of the dancers to the table.

- We don't want any dancers.

- Am I in disgrace?

- Yes.

I know what it is.

I was not there today to give you a lift.

But sometimes

I have to put police work first.

I'll ask the musicians

to play Happy Birthday.

You'll do no such thing.

How can you be so vulgar?

She's always kidding, you know?

That's why we get on so well together.

Is that the one made of human skin?

Milly said that?

What a tease she is.

- Come and dance, and show I'm forgiven.

- I don't want to dance.

You must not spoil my party.

Do not sulk

because I'm a busy police officer.

All right. Tomorrow I will be waiting

at the convent gates.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

I meant it for my whisky.

- Your whisky?

- Dimple Haig.

You have finished your siphon, madam.

May I offer you another?

Thank you.

This is the first time

I've been shot in the back.

I'm glad it was by a woman.

I hope I see you again soon.

I'm taking a job here.

If you have any trouble with your permit,

you must come and see me.

Thank you.

He behaved very well, considering,

didn't he?

A man can smile and be a villain.

May I rob you of your daughter,

Mr. Wormold?

Wormold.

- Mr. Wormold?

- Yes.

It's the most amazing coincidence.

- Do you believe in fate?

- I'd like to.

- I'm your secretary.

- I haven't a secretary.

London must have told you I was coming.

No, they haven't said a thing.

- I'm very glad I ran into you.

- I'm glad, too.

- Where are you staying?

- Here, tonight.

- Tomorrow I'll have to look for something.

- Why have I got to have a lovely secretary?

I'm to take over contact with your agents.

Don't London trust me?

Of course.

But you're terribly important now.

Those constructions in the mountains.

Of course, I'm fully trained.

Codes, inks, microphotography.

I don't know very much

about nuclear fission.

- No?

- Beatrice.

That's Rudy.

Who's he?

Your radio operator.

He's a little airsick now.

He'll be all right in the morning

when he moves in.

- He has to stay in your office, of course.

- It's a very small office.

He doesn't take up very much room.

Don't worry. I'll take care of that

in the morning. That's what I'm here for.

Thanks very much.

Lopez, I don't want those.

Father, that girl that joined us last night,

what does she do?

Beatrice Severn?

She's going to be my secretary.

- Father, you do work fast.

- Did you like her?

- How do I know? You were so busy necking.

- I wasn't necking, as you call it.

- Does she want to marry you?

- Be sensible. I only met her last night.

- What is it, Lopez?

- Someone to see you.

Who?

What are you trying to say, Lopez?

Rudy will be along in a moment,

Mr. Wormold.

I don't know where we'll put him.

Oh, the bed will go there, and the safe here.

- There's nowhere to keep his clothes.

- There's your desk.

- Who's Rudy? Your husband?

- No, he's the new accountant.

- Are you married?

- In a way.

- Did you leave him?

- I'm not sure.

He used to go

to UNESCO conferences on culture.

One day he just didn't come back.

Milly, it's time you were off.

You've no right

to be asking those questions.

At my age, one has to learn

from other people's experiences.

You will be sensible, won't you, Father?

You know what I mean.

There's plenty of room.

- What's this?

- My agents.

We can't possibly leave them there.

You haven't much of an idea of security.

What are these cards?

My agents.

I thought you'd want to see them.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

I keep them under my pillow.

At night, I mean.

You shouldn't list them by name,

just symbols.

Prof. Sanchez.

Engineer Cifuentes and...

Teresa. Who's Teresa?

She dances naked at the Shanghai Theater.

How interesting for you.

What kind of secrets does she give away?

She sleeps with

the Minister of Posts and Telegraphs.

What's this?

It's just a list of country club members.

Capt. Montez.

The one who drew the constructions.

We're to get photographs of those.

The Prime Minister's pressing for them.

What's it got to do with him?

Father! Look what's arriving outside.

- Rudy, bring it upstairs.

- Right.

- You British? I British, too.

- Glad to meet you.

You the lady

who throw water on Capt. Segura?

That's me.

- You lovely girl, miss.

- You're pretty lovely yourself.

What's all this stuff?

Can't you see we're busy?

Make an appointment.

- I only want to buy a vacuum cleaner.

- A vacuum cleaner?

- Lopez!

- Please.

- Lopez!

- Yes?

That man there.

He's gone.

- Who?

- A customer.

Now, about those photographs.

Yes, the photographs.

First, I think you'd better

put me in touch with Capt. Montez.

Well, that wouldn't be much good.

He's lost his job.

- Is it our fault?

- I'm afraid so.

He was flying off course, you see.

Well, isn't there anybody else

you could send?

The engineer? Cifuentes?

He's been in hospital for weeks.

One of those strange tropical diseases.

Could I take him something to the hospital?

Grapes?

He's beyond grapes, I'm afraid.

Well, who else is there?

Anyway, Montez is the only man

who knows the place.

I'll see what I can do, but I doubt...

- London won't take no for an answer.

- They may have to.

- Let me see him.

- No.

You must leave this to me.

I'll call him right away.

Montez?

- Hola.

- Hello.

- Our signal. He knows where to meet me.

- Where?

The country club.

Shoeshine, mister?

- Well, Milly, you have a police escort.

- I didn't ask for one.

Deliver her safely, Captain.

Why did you come inside?

Everybody's staring.

What did you tell Rev. Mother?

I was telling her a story,

one which I could not tell you.

You should be very careful

what you say to a nun.

They take vows of chastity.

- She and I were at school together.

- You and Rev. Mother?

Yes, this very same school.

I was a poor man's child.

I used to watch the older girls

dressed in white...

What is this thing? White...

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