The 39 Steps Page #3

- Course, you did. You believe in violence.

You're a suffragette!

You fire-bomb the homes of politicians!

What? You'd rather I sat at

home warming your slippers?

- I don't want you touching my slippers.

- You are a prehistoric boor.

You, my dear,

are an unhinged hysteric.

Right, that is it. I've had enough.

Stop the car.

- No.

- Go on. Let me out.

What are you doing, you lunatic?

Get off the steering wheel!

- Get your hands off me.

- I haven't touched...

- Are you trying to get us killed...

- you Lunatic?

The word I'm looking for

hasn't been invented.

Get up!

I don't understand,

I thought you were coming to rescue me.

This criminal kidnapped me.

She's an innocent bystander.

There's no honour in hurting

a weak and fragile female.

- I'm not weak and fragile.

- Please, let's discuss this

like gentlemen.

You assume two things, Mr Hannay.

One, I'm a gentleman,

two, there is anything to discuss.

Give me the notebook.

This is a terrible mistake...

Shoot the woman.

No! Wait.

It's in my inside jacket pocket.

Go on, search him.

Where is the notebook?

It was there, I promise.

It was...

Search her.

Examine the car

and the surrounding ground.

Into the car!

Move on!

Be quiet!

If you would follow me, please.

Miss Victoria Sinclair

and Mr Richard Hannay, Sir.

Professor Fisher?

Fraulein Sinclair.

You know this man?

Well, we discuss the weather sometimes in

the Post Office. I thought he was English.

I wish to congratulate you,

Mr Hannay.

I was a little concerned that your

police would capture you before I did.

But your skilled survival

technique has saved you.

- You should join us.

- Join you?

You have no love for Britain.

How did you describe it?

Smug and complacent?

Let the woman go then

maybe we can talk.

Under different circumstances

I would have enjoyed that.

Please believe me when

I say that there are aspects

of my vocation

which I find distasteful.

But, if you don't tell

me where Scudder's notebook is,

I will be obliged to extract

Miss Sinclair's fingernails,

one by one.

I don't know where it is.

All right.

I tried to read it, but it was in a code

I couldn't understand so I destroyed it.

In which case,

you are of no use to me.

And I'll be forced to kill you both.

Be quiet.

Quiet!

- Is Professor Fisher at home?

- one moment sir...

Sir George,

what a pleasant surprise.

Not really, no.

There is a strong possibility

my niece has been abducted.

- What?

- By a man named Hannay,

wanted by the police for murder.

He impersonated a visiting

dignitary and took Victoria.

And whether she went

voluntarily or not...

the facts appear confused...

Anyway,

my nephew Harry

and I are calling on everyone in the

vicinity to see if they know anything.

Well, naturally I will inform

my staff to keep a look out for her.

My niece is very dear to me,

Professor Fisher.

If anything were to happen to her,

I don't know what I would do.

I understand.

Please, don't worry.

I feel sure your niece

will be returned safely to you.

Thank you.

And I'm sorry to have disturbed you.

Bind and cuff them.

And then take them to

the oubliette to contemplate their fate.

Move, stand up.

Turn around,

back to back.

Give me your hand,

down.

Watch it.

What are you doing?

I'm escaping, that's what I'm doing.

How did you do that?

What about me?

You?

You speak German...

How do I know you're not a spy too?

I spent some time in German South

West Africa as a mining engineer.

- "Let the woman go andthen maybe... "

- A minor detail.

- But I was trying to save you.

- Maybe It could have beena double bluff.

If I'm a spy, then what am I doing

locked up in here with you?

Even for a woman,

that is a remarkably stupid notion.

- Where did you learn to do that?

- Harry's rather taken with Houdini.

An oubliette,

where prisoners were left to rot.

You'll have to charge at it,

see if you can break it down.

Or, I could save myself

the humiliation,

and you could pick it

with your hair pin.

- Explosives.

- Are you sure?

Fuses and detonators.

- What are they intending t?

- Sabotage our naval bases.

It's part of their plan

to invade the country.

I owe you an apology.

It's possible you're not the delusional

maniac I first thought you were.

Thank you.

You used to be a mining expert,

can't you just blast us out of here?

- It had crossed my mind, but no.

- Why not?

I've no way of calculating

the amount of charge

I can't lay enough fuse. I could end up

blowing us both to kingdom come.

That man is going to tear out

my fingernails.

We have searched the crash site,

there is no sign of the notebook.

Torture the girl,

in front of Hannay.

He's a gentleman,

and won't bear to see her suffer.

- I'm sorry you got caught up in this.

- Please, Mr Hannay.

This isn't your fault.

Are you sure about this?

Yes.

- No, stop them.

- Victoria, no!

Victoria?

Victoria?

- We have to get out of here.

- Well...

Down here.

Take your coat off.

- What?

- Take your coat off, show me your arm.

It's stupid.

- I can't seem to stop shaking.

- It's natural.

I feel the same.

Thank you.

You should go back to your brother's.

If there's a problem with the police,

- I'm sure your uncle can fix it.

- What do I say?

I was blown up in

a castle owned by an acquaintance

of his who happens to be

a German spy, but I can't prove it.

No, sorry. I don't give up,

no matter how hopeless

a cause appears.

Wasn't exactly on my list

of things to do next.

Caught in the middle of a plot

to invade the country.

A country which, it has to be said,

does not feel like home.

What, so that's it,

- you're just going to turn your back...

- What? No.

- But you said...

- If I may finish?

Sorry.

You don't realise

the true value of something

until you're about to lose it.

I'll do everything I can,

to stop those men.

And...

as there may well be other situations

ahead which may require

the use of a hairpin...

We carry on together.

It seems the most sensible plan.

Not that I actually have a plan. Without

Scudder's notebook, I have no proof.

We should go back to where the car was.

See if we can find it.

The Germans have already

searched there and besides.

We'd never find

that stretch of road again.

It was north of Kirknairn,

half a mile after the left-hand turn

with the gravel heap on the side

- and 2 beech trees on the right.

- You remembered all that?

The road is that's way.

Is this it?

Yes.

Well remembered.

- Pray.

- What for? A rabbit?

Scudder's notebook.

- What?

- I picked your pocket after we stopped.

- You picked my pocket?

- And hid the notebook

so the Bosch wouldn't find it.

Wait... a minute,

that means that you knew along

I was telling the truth

about the spies!

- You risked our lives...

- Trivial detail, I saved our lives.

But that's not the point.

You risked our lives...

Sorry, I don't feel too clever.

We need to rest.

Well, there's an inn a little way

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