The Lady Vanishes Page #7

Bahnhof Mullenbach.

Egon!

Careful.

Bitte. Vorsichtig, ja.

They've got the stretcher off the train.

There's the Baroness...

the sweet Doctor...

the nun...

Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay!

It looks like we're gonna get away with it.

What's the matter? What is it?

(Countess) We must go at once.

We must move!

Open the bandages.

Open the bandages.

Why don't they start the train?

Germans can't leave the station

until somebody gets somebody

to sign something

that doesn't mean anything.

Where is she?! Where is she? You fool!

Blunderer!

Sie, ich muss unbedingt

den Vorsteher sprechen.

Bitte folgen Sie mir.

- Eintritt verboten.

- Heil Hitler.

What is going on?

- Berger, kuppeln Sie die Wagen ab.

- Jawohl.

Helfen Sie ihm.

Man muss die Wagen

unauffllig auf ein totes Gleis schieben.

Reden Sie nicht, tun Sie was!

- Stellwerk? Wagen auf Stumpfgleis 3.

- Stumpfgleis 3.

(Train whistle)

Es bewegt sich.

Hier spricht ein Offizier der SS.

'Tun Sie, was Ihnen befohlen ist.'

- Aber das ist gefhrlich.

- 'Sofort.'

Jawohl. Zu Befehl.

Scheie.

Was ist los?

The ambulance has started.

(Robert) There it goes!

- Miss Froy?

- Miss Froy! Are you all right?

- Are you all right?

- (Laughing) Yes! Oh, do forgive me.

This reminds me of a party we had at

Staffordshire House in Gloucestershire.

We were playing a game of sardines.

The butler and I were hiding in

Lady Beddington's wardrobe

and we found this bottle

of Haig and Haig amongst the shoes.

- Miss Froy, we made it!

- Yes.

- We made it!

- Yes! Well, you know what they say.

"Patience and fortitude

"got the snail to Jerusalem."

- Who's the gun?

- Mrs Kelly!

- I have a confession to make.

- You do?

In spite of your ridiculous hair,

I find you strangely attractive.

Don't just sit there, dummy.

# Gimme a little kiss

# Will you, huh?

# And I'll give it right back to you #

Excuse me.

Just going to go and powder my nose.

Be right back.

Excuse me.

Excuse me but the most extraordinary

thing seems to have happened.

- We've lost the rest of the train.

- I beg your pardon?

I don't quite know how to describe it.

Well, the rest of the train,

it's just not there.

Oh, my God. They have uncoupled us

from the rest of the train.

Miss Froy, it's time you told us who

you are and why they're after you.

Condon thinks you're a spy. If you are,

you can trust us. We won't tell a soul.

A spy? Oh, don't be so silly.

I'm on my way home to Brighton.

Hove, actually, it's down the coast a bit.

Are we still in Germany?

I guess so.

Do you think there's anybody else

left on the train?

Well, there's this car...

and the dining car - but there wouldn't be

anybody on there now.

It's tea time, I think you'll find

that all the English people are there.

- There, you see.

- Hm?

She's turned up after all.

- The luck must have stuck.

- Storm in a teacup.

Listen to me, ladies and gentlemen,

please listen.

An attempt has been made

to abduct this woman by force.

- What's he nattering on about?

- They've uncoupled us

from the rest of the train.

- Uncoupled?

- They don't abduct people

and they don't uncouple trains. You've

made this entire journey unbearable.

- Hear! Hear!

- What is this nonsense?

- Don't be such a drip! Go take a look!

- Drip?

If this is a practical joke,

I warn you, I shan't think it very funny.

Good Lord, he's right, Charters.

Uncoupled us?

What will have they done with the bags?

- (Mrs Todhunter) Someone's coming.

- Good heavens, it's Helmut.

But he appears to be a Nazi.

(Miss Froy) He is.

Well, they can't do anything to us.

We're British.

How do you know him?

He's the eldest son

of the family I worked for.

Ladies and gentlemen...

I would like to apologise for this delay.

I can only assure you that it is

a matter of extreme seriousness

and that the security of my country

is involved.

- Speak up!

- You have, on the train,

a woman travelling with a British

passport, under the name of Froy.

She is urgently wanted for questioning...

If Frulein Froy

will come with me now,

the train will be rerouted

and you will be across the Swiss border

in a matter of minutes.

Miss Froy, what is going on?

Oh, there must be some mistake.

Helmut's just being silly.

He had tea with us in the nursery

all the time.

Miss Froy, you should leave the train

without further delay.

Ladies and gentlemen,

you are on German territory.

I am making a perfectly legal request.

Turn over the woman to me now

or, much as I regret it,

we will board the train

and take her by force.

I think you ought to go with him.

There's obviously a misunderstanding.

Once they've sorted it out they'll put you

on the next train with their apologies,

probably their blessing.

He might look like a music-hall usher

but that's an SS uniform he's wearing.

Miss Froy is staying right here.

Evelyn, how did we get involved

in something like this?

- What do you think you're doing?

- Sorry.

I'm overly excited. I haven't had

one of these in my hand before.

- I thought you were a big deal in Spain!

- I am a photographer.

I take pictures of other people

shooting guns.

(Helmut) You have exactly one minute.

If you do not, I cannot be responsible

for what will happen.

Anyone who wishes to leave the train

should do so now.

(Todhunter) Well...

Im Wald verstecken.

(Todhunter) It's simple,

they just want to talk to you.

It would seem sensible

to cooperate with the authorities.

I absolutely agree.

We are guests in this country.

(Rose) And such very odd people.

I got a great idea.

Why don't we give Miss Froy

to the Nazis?

It'll save us all a lot of trouble.

Mrs Kelly is getting married,

the ladies have ordered dinner at 7:30,

you guys'll get to your game on time and

I'll have a picture story for Life magazine.

Probably get a great bonus.

(Charters) I had a nanny once,

called Smithers.

Used to hang a card around my neck,

saying, "Jeremy kicks".

Splendid woman, you know. Splendid.

I'd better go and give this chap

our answer.

Senior member and all that, you know.

Now, look here.

We have no intention at all

of handing over

Miss Whatever-Her-Name-Is,

so just be a good chap and clear off.

(Man) Halt, halt, halt!

- Halt!

- Raus!

Weiter!

- Would you mind, old man?

- Not at all, old man.

- Looks like they mean business.

- (Gunshot)

That really is the last straw. We'll never

get to the match on time now.

Angreifen!

(Gunshots)

- Got any more ammunition?

- Just what's in the gun and these.

- (Gunshots)

- Right, pile the...

Pile those chairs into a barricade.

Take refuge behind them.

You're behaving like a pack of fools!

What chance do you think we've got

against a lot of armed men?

Pacifist, eh? Doesn't work, old boy.

The early Christians tried that,

got thrown to the lions.

- I'd rather...

- (Gunshot)

- Give it to me!

- Stop it!

- What's the trouble?

- He's got a gun!

I will not be a party to this sort of thing.

I don't believe in violence!

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