Sabotage Page #6

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That's better.

Never green.

Why can't that woman

cook green stuff any better?

Surely she's been long enough here to

know how fond I am of that sort of thing.

I don't think I want any cabbage.

Couldn't we send next door for some...

(CRIES)

That hurt!

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Stevie! Stevie!

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

- You've heard.

- Yes.

I'm terribly sorry.

I don't know what to say.

- You know why I'm here?

- Yes.

- I have to arrest him.

- Yes.

I'll help him if I can, of course.

For your sake, if not for his.

I'd do anything for you.

You know that, don't you?

It's very good of you, Ted.

There isn't anything you can do

for either of us.

Things aren't as bad as that.

The evidence is against him, I admit.

But nothing's going to happen to you.

I know this isn't a very good time

to tell you.

I shouldn't tell you at all, I suppose.

But before I take him along,

I want you to know

that what happens to you

means a lot to me.

I didn't want to tell you

how I felt about you, but there it is.

I guess I'd better get my coat

if we're going. I can't stop shivering.

- For God's sake, what happened?

- He killed Stevie.

I feel warmer now. Let's go.

- Go where?

- To the police, of course.

No, hold on. Wait a minute.

(MUSIC PLA YING ON SCREEN)

My friends, take a look at this book.

Do you realize what this means to you?

Listen to me,

you can't go through with this.

Ted, let me go.

You're not guilty.

I know it was an accident.

Anyway, you only did

the hangman's job for him.

Please let me go.

I know the facts, but no one else does.

What chance would you stand

with the judge and jury?

I don't care anymore.

You're telling me

you've nothing more to live for, is that it?

Look at me.

Ted.

My dear, we're going to get out of all this.

Clear out.

You know it's no good.

You'll just ruin yourself.

To hell with that. It's Saturday night.

We don't need passports for the Continent

if we ask for weekend tickets.

The train leaves at 9:00.

Will someone try and get in that room?

Mrs. Jones or anyone?

Mrs. Jones comes in at 8:00

in the morning.

And you say we've got no chance.

Why, we've 12 hours' start

before anyone can find him.

You shut up. I don't want to hear

another word from you.

Now go straight to that cinema

and bring that birdcage right back

before the police get there and find it.

How could you be so mad

as to do such a thing?

- A birdcage with a bomb in it.

- My dear, I couldn't help...

Well, you can help now.

Here's your hat and your coat.

- My dear, but what of the risk?

- Risk? Who to? You?

What about me and the child?

Haven't our lives

been one long risk for months?

Now go on, get into that taxi.

And get that birdcage.

Bijou Cinema, Plouthorp Road.

Follow that taxi.

Put this through to the Yard.

- Police van... What's our number?

- UDC 4768.

Reporting.

Man under observation just left bird shop.

Is making for the Bijou Cinema in a taxi

which we are following.

Any instructions?

Reply is, "Arrest man and Verloc

on arrival at cinema.

"Chief Inspector coming from Yard."

I'm all right now. I just...

You mustn't look

as though you've been crying.

- I'm all right.

- Come on, then.

Ted...

Whatever happens...

(MAN SHOUTING)

Is Mr. Verloc in?

What is it?

It's a policeman.

- Come on.

- Not that way.

(BAND PLAYING)

- Are you in charge?

- Sorry. No time now, madam.

- But I'm Mrs. Verloc.

- Where have you been, Spencer?

- Look here, sir...

- He was just taking me along

to the police station.

Oh, I see.

Does Mrs. Verloc know

we want to question her?

Yes. He's explained all that. I told him

I wanted to make a statement.

Statement, eh? What kind of statement?

Mrs. Verloc, you can make your statement

later at the station.

All right, Spencer. I'm in charge of this.

The statement to do with your husband?

- Old man's gone through to the back, sir.

- Right. I'm coming over.

You wait here.

Your husband will be along in a minute.

- No...

- TED:
But Mrs. Verloc!

Yes. No time now, I'm afraid. Later.

You stay here by the car, Spencer.

How many men have gone round the back?

Mr. Verloc?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Mr. Verloc?

Come on, Grandpa.

Open up. It'll save a lot of trouble.

SHOP OWNER:
If you open that door,

I'll blow the place sky-high.

- Perhaps he's got a bomb.

- Half a tick. Better clear the cinema.

- I'll look after the old man.

- No, thanks. I'm staying here.

- You've got a wife.

- All the more reason why I should stop.

Go on, get the audience out.

He's gone to back. He's got a bomb.

Says he's gonna use it.

A bomb? Is Verloc inside, too?

I don't know.

Perhaps something happened to him.

(CROWD MURMURING)

Ladies and gentlemen,

I must ask you all to leave.

No need to get alarmed.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- Mrs. Verloc, is your husband inside there?

- She knows nothing, sir.

- Why do you keep interfering, Spencer?

- Yes, he's inside.

The old man's got a bomb.

What's your husband's nerve like?

Can he control him?

- No.

- TALBOT:
He can't?

He's dead.

(BOMB EXPLODING)

(CROWD SHOUTING)

(POLICE OFFICER GIVING ORDERS)

The roof's gone, the whole of the back

of the place, clean blown out.

- Anybody...

- All the audience were clear,

thank goodness, but Verloc. You know,

I saw some things in the war, but...

- Is there enough left to identify?

- I wouldn't say so, sir.

You'd better get a first aid man

to attend to that head of yours.

(MRS. VERLOC CRYING)

Spencer.

You'd better look after Mrs. Verloc.

Her husband's dead. Blown to glory.

You can break it to her.

There'll be a few enquiries later.

There's nothing against her

so far as I can gather.

Yes, sir.

(WEEPING)

Make way there.

That's queer. Is that girl psychic?

- She said that Verloc was...

- Dead, sir?

You don't need second sight

in a case like this.

But she said it before.

Or was it after?

I can't remember.

(ALARM RINGING)

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