The Man Who Knew Too Much Page #3

married couple!

All right.

All right.

All right, he's a heel.

I don't understand him,

but I'm beginning not

to like what he's doing

to our whole night.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I must do some shopping

in the market tomorrow.

I do hope it'll be fine.

Well, not too fine.

Of course, I know that

our English weather

is pretty awful,

but sometimes, you know,

I think we don't realize

when we're lucky.

All this sunshine

day after day,

well, it doesn't

seem natural somehow.

I want to get up.

Ben, don't.

I know you.

Once you get worked up,

you start a fight.

Now, forget about him.

Will you come

to the market

with us tomorrow?

As a matter of fact,

Louis Bernard,

the big buyer from Paris,

was going to

take us to the

marketplace tomorrow.

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I'll go

over and cancel out.

Now, Ben, sit down

and eat your dinner.

It's getting cold.

We'd love to go.

Oh, good, good.

We'd be delighted.

I don't know why

he gets so worked up

over unimportant things.

(MAN EXCLAIMS IN FRENCH)

Monsieur!

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

(MEN EXCLAIMING)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

What's he saying,

Mrs. Drayton?

He's the teller

of tales, Hank.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Isn't this exciting?

Just like the county

fair when I was a kid.

They got everything

but the balloon

ascension.

(LAUGHING)

What's so funny about

that? Did you ever see

a balloon ascension?

No, you know what

I was just thinking?

You know what's paying

for these three days

in Marrakech?

Me.

Mrs. Campbell's

gallstones.

Oh!

(LAUGHING)

You know the purse

I bought in Paris?

Yeah.

Bill Edward's tonsils.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

HANK:
Mommy! Daddy!

Daddy, come with us!

We're gonna see the

medicine man.

Maybe you can learn

something, Daddy.

I wouldn't be

a bit surprised.

Anytime he starts

wearing you out...

Oh, I haven't enjoyed

the market so much.

Oh!

You know,

I never thought of

it that way before.

What?

I'm wearing Johnny

Matthews' appendix.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, dear.

What about the boat trip?

Let's see,

it took two boys,

one girl

and two sets of twins,

didn't it?

And Mrs. Morgan's

hives.

(LAUGHS)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(PEOPLE CHANTING)

Well, how are the

acrobats today?

Oh, wonderful.

Watch that kid that goes

clear to the top there.

He's great.

I'll see you later.

Yes.

All the way home,

we'll be riding on

Herbie Taylor's ulcers.

And Allida Markle's

asthma.

Now, if we could

just get four cases

of the seven-year itch,

we could retire.

Or if Mrs. Yarro's

really gonna have

triplets,

we could completely

redecorate the house,

couldn't we?

(LAUGHING)

What would they say

if they heard us?

You know, one of

the reasons I came to

a place like Marrakech

is so we could say

things like that without

everybody hearing us.

Well, I'd like to

say something where

nobody could hear us.

This is

the safest place.

When are we going

to have another baby?

You're the doctor.

You have all the answers.

Yeah, but this is

the first time I've

ever heard the question.

Mommy, look!

Come here!

Look. Sewing machines.

Looks like

a television commercial.

Having a good time,

Hank?

I guess so.

Oh, he's delighted

with everything.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

MAN:
Coming through!

Coming through!

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Hank! Hank,

come back here!

Hank!

Hank!

Hank!

It's best to keep

out of trouble, Hank.

What's going on?

LUCY:
Looks like the police

are chasing somebody.

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(GRUNTS)

(INDISTINCT)

Hey.

Hey, look there.

(CROWD TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

You better stand back.

Go on. Stand back.

Monsieur McKenna.

I'm Louis Bernard.

(WHISPERS)

A man, a statesman,

he is to be killed,

assassinated,

in London.

Soon, very soon.

Tell them in London.

Ambrose Chappell.

(CROWD MURMURING)

Ben, who is he?

Louis Bernard.

You got something

to write on?

Louis Bernard?

He's dead.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

(MAN SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

He says,

"Do you know this man?"

Yes, we do know him.

He's Louis Bernard,

the...

Louis Bernard?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SIREN WAILING)

Monsieur and

Madame McKenna.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

He wants you to go to

police headquarters

to make a statement.

Okay.

Our friends have to go

to the police station.

I think I better

go with them.

Yes, of course.

(SIREN WAILING)

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

(CROWD MURMURING)

You don't want your

little boy to go, do you?

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

But I want to go to

the police station.

I think it better

if I take him back to

the hotel, don't you?

Would you please?

Certainly.

Thank you.

You be a good boy, Hank.

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

We're to be going now.

Heaven knows when

we shall be back.

Ben, why do you

suppose he turned up

in an Arab outfit

and wearing make-up?

What's more important,

why was he killed?

I'll bet he was a spy

or something like that.

What were you

writing down?

What was he telling you?

I'll tell you later.

(SIREN WAILING)

What is it?

I just feel

kind of funny.

Why should he pick

me out to tell?

After what we said

about him last night,

the poor fella.

When we get in

with the inspector,

I'll do my best

to cut some of

the red tape.

Fine. Fine.

Well, I'm going

to stretch a bit.

I'm afraid

the questions will

go on till doomsday

if you admit

you knew this

chap Bernard before.

I don't know him at all.

We met yesterday on a bus.

They're a cynical lot,

you know, these French.

They might refuse

to believe that.

Well, they've got

to believe it.

It's the truth.

Look at it from

their point of view.

They saw this poor

fellow whispering to you,

and then they saw you

write something down.

Are you gonna show

them what you wrote?

(DOOR OPENS)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Thank you, Mr. Drayton,

but a translator will

not be necessary.

Won't you come inside,

madame, monsieur?

Please do me

the kindness to wait.

I might have questions

for you later.

Very good.

Passports, please.

You came to French

Morocco four days ago.

That's right.

You are a doctor, sir?

Yes, I'm a surgeon,

a tourist and

American citizen.

Three good reasons

why you should have

nothing in common

with Louis Bernard.

I didn't have.

You were in Paris

recently?

Yes, I was attending

a medical convention.

You came to Marrakech

with him in the same bus,

had an aperitif with

him in your hotel room,

and you ate at the same

restaurant last night.

Yes, but at

different tables.

So Louis Bernard is

a stranger to you?

I met him for

the first time in my

life yesterday on a bus.

And yet out of

a great marketplace,

he comes to you when

he is about to die.

Is that the

action of a casual

acquaintance, monsieur?

I know absolutely nothing

about Louis Bernard.

No. Not even, I suppose,

that he was an agent of

the Deuxime Bureau?

(STAMMERS)

What's that?

Perhaps you have

also never heard

of the American FBI?

Now, wait...

It would be so much easier

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