The 39 Steps Page #5

what's really important to me.

Which is?

This country and the people in it.

I never really belonged anywhere,

not here, not in Africa.

I had no real loyalties, except...

maybe to myself.

I was...

I was running away, I suppose.

And now you've stopped?

Yes.

I could stay the night.

I've shocked you.

A bit.

I'm flattered.

Honoured.

- I mean I don't make a habit...

- You don't need to say anything.

There is nothing I would love more.

Nothing.

But who knows

what may happen tomorrow?

- Well, I can look after myself, Han...

- Please.

Just this once,

allow me to protect you.

Hello? Are you the same operator

that connected a call

from Harry Sinclair's house

to the Secret Service Bureau, yesterday?

What?

She disconnected the call?

Before you could put her through?

Who was that man that Victoria

left with this morning?

What man? No idea.

Well...

- Does she have any German pals?

- Apart from our German cousins?

- Harry, I need to borrow your car, now.

- Sorry, I'm playing in the Trossachs.

It's a national emergency.

I have to get to Stirling.

- Lord, Really? Why don't I drive you?

- No, thank you, I don't think...

I know I'm not your obvious first choice

in an emergency but please...

All right. I'll get my goggles.

- D'you want me to come with you?

- No, thanks.

You're a good man, Harry.

- I need to speak to Sir Sinclair.

- Sorry sir, move along.

You don't understand,

it's a matter of national security.

- Hands above your head, now!

- What?

You're that murderer, Hannay.

- Take him to the cells.

- No listen, please!

- I'm calling the police... Come on!

- Just listen to me, I need to...

Sorry.

In the name of King George V,

open the door!

- Victoria?

- Hannay.

What are you doing here?

I work for the Secret Service

Bureau.

It's all right.

I'm too late.

My God!

- You're Scudder's traitor!

- Don't be absurd.

You stole the notebook whilst I slept.

You had me followed by the vicar.

- Why didn't I finished you up?

- Not for sentimental reasons, I'm sure.

You knew all along that 2/7, NCD meant

the unveiling of the Brit. Naval plans.

There are armed guards outside

every door. How do I remove them?

Under your petticoats?

Lord knows what devious schemes

you have inside your...

- Your head... They're in your head.

- What?

When you took us back to retrieve

Scudder's notebook after the crash

you could describe every tree,

every landmark. Same with the inn.

You have a photographic memory.

I'm right, aren't I?

- Yes...

- What now?

You scream "enemy of the state",

and the guards rush in, shoot me?

And waste a valuable resource?

Captain Kell, Mr Hannay.

- You're Kell?

- The genuine article, I can assure you.

Ask Mr Churchill.

Lieutenant Commander Wakeham.

How d'you do?

I'm sorry we couldn't introduce

ourselves earlier.

It served the Bureau

to have you in the game.

That's why I sent Victoria

to cover your back.

She nearly got me killed.

Well, you enjoyed

every minute of it.

You used me as bait.

As long as the Germans were chasing you,

we could keep tabs on them.

See who else

they were in contact with.

- Who's Scudder's traitor?

- We don't know.

But after Scudder's warning,

we were doubly cautious.

The plans were travelled here

in separate boxes. They'll be resealed.

Which means the traitor

had to be sitting at this table.

- Who was sitting here?

- Uncle George.

There was a Zuban cigarette burning

in the ashtray at the Professor's.

For heaven's sake,

what are you saying?

Uncle George is the traitor?

You honestly think that Uncle George

would let the Professor kill me?

He loves me.

I mean he came looking for me.

Suppose your Uncle was

at the Professor's when we arrived.

And overheard the Prof. Threatening you.

How could he just slip away quietly?

Instead he rings the doorbell.

And he warns the Professor...

"If anything were to happen to her,

I don't know what I'd do. "

That is absurd, Hannay.

- Has been a father to me.

- I understand how difficult this is.

- When we talked last night, he did...

- You spoke to Sir George?

Yes,

I told him everything I knew.

He said he'd pass it on to you.

But... Did he?

No.

This photographic memory of yours.

Is it inherited?

On my father's side.

Sir George left the room

with the plans in his head.

I'll be followed, as long as

he doesn't suspect we've a traitor.

- He does. I told him.

- What?

Well, if you'd just trusted me

instead of playing hide and seek...!

- If Sir George does get to Germany?

- Then our naval defence is in ruins.

- We're a sitting duck.

- I'll alert all ports,

- railway stations, aerodromes.

- The double code!

Maybe it'll give us the rendezvous.

- Yearning Retainer. Forget-me-not.

- What the hell did Scudder mean?

We need a thesaurus.

Synonyms of yearning.

- Pining. Hunger.

- Crave.

Desire. Long for...

Long retainer. Retain, retain?

There's Long Keep.

The Professor's castle.

No, my men have searched the place.

It's been abandoned.

The Professor and his henchmen fled.

- What does forget-me-not mean?

- Forget me... The oubliette.

French for to forget. It's a place

you put prisoners you want to forget.

I don't understand.

We were in the oubliette.

There's that tunnel we used.

But it's hardly a secret escape route.

Scudder was right about everything else.

He sacrificed his life for this...

Wait.

He and I had breakfast.

He did something. I remember thinking...

What? What did he do?

- He dipped his finger in the milk.

- Invisible ink.

Somewhere in the oubliette,

there has to be hidden 39 steps.

We'll follow you.

Last night in the bedroom,

that had nothing to do with my job.

Well, at least you're only a spy

and not a suffragette.

Well, actually I'm a spy

and a suffragette.

Oh, Lord!

- Nothing.

- What if we're wrong?

They've taken all the explosives.

Scudder's steps.

He's your uncle.

He's a traitor.

You lied.

You were going to kill Victoria.

This is not our dream

for the brave new Reich.

If Germany is to become great,

sacrifices have to be made.

- We both know that.

- Not my family.

Get in the boat, George, please.

If I die, the plans go with me.

We have no choice now, George.

- If I have to shoot you, I will!

- I would expect nothing less.

My God, it's one of theirs!

Come on, George,

the U-Boat can't wait.

It can only stay surfaced

for three minutes.

Don't shoot. I'll get him.

Come on, George, you can make it.

Don't shoot Sir George!

- What's that?

- It's nothing.

Thank you.

I'm not sure I could have shot him.

When we return to London,

I intend to woo you.

Flowers,

dinner,

dancing,

followed by a passionate lecture

on the enfranchisement of women.

What do you say?

Victoria!

Victoria! Victoria!

Victoria!

It's a deep loch,

she could be anywhere.

I'm sorry, Hannay.

On 4th August,

Germany invaded Belgium.

Great Britain had no choice

but to declare war.

Victoria and I may have helped

save the country from invasion,

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