The Man Who Knew Too Much Page #4

for both of us, monsieur,

if you would

cease to pretend.

Look here...

The dead man found out

what he had been

sent here to discover.

That's why he was killed.

He told you what he

had discovered. Why?

Because he placed

complete confidence

in you. Not true?

Boy, you not only

ask the questions,

you answer them too,

don't you?

Let me ask you a question.

Assuming that

Bernard trusted me as

implicitly as you say,

then I'd never reveal

anything he said to me,

would I?

Even Americans, I suppose,

find it sometimes desirable

to betray a confidence.

Wait a minute.

Let's get some

things straight here.

I'm a tourist.

I'm traveling

for pleasure.

I somehow got involved

in this very

unfortunate incident.

I came here to make

a simple statement

of fact

and not be subjected

to a police grilling.

Monsieur,

I would like you...

No, you let me finish.

Now, let me finish.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Entrez!

(BOTH SPEAKING FRENCH)

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Did he say

I was wanted

on the telephone?

I'll take that call now.

And you just take it easy.

Hello.

MAN ON PHONE:

Dr. McKenna?

This is Dr. McKenna.

Who's this?

If you tell even one word

of what Louis Bernard

whispered to you in

the marketplace,

your little boy will

be in serious danger.

Remember, say nothing.

(LINE CLICKS)

Hello?

(CLICKING)

Drayton?

Didn't you tell me

your wife was going

to take Hank

right straight back

to the hotel?

I thought so, yes.

Well, call her up.

Somebody just called

me and threatened me

about Hank.

Go on. Call her up.

See if he's all right.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Hotel Mamounia?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

My wife doesn't answer.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Concierge?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

What's your room number?

Four fourteen.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I can't believe it.

She hasn't come

back yet, huh?

At least nobody's

seen her.

All right,

now you go back

to the hotel.

And see if

you can find out

what's going on.

It's so unlike my wife.

I'll take care of

the police and join

you as soon as I can.

Look here. Don't worry.

It's probably some

stupid misunderstanding.

If I find anything

out before you get back,

I'll telephone you here.

Just don't waste

any time.

Good-bye.

Who was it, Ben?

It was the concierge

at the hotel.

Oh.

He found out we

were being held

by the police.

He just called up

to see if there was

anything he could do.

That's very nice of him.

Yes, I thought so.

I told him if we

weren't back there

in 15 minutes,

for him to call the

American Consulate

at Casablanca.

But, monsieur,

if you had only told

me in the first place

that you wished

to consult with

your consul.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, Jo.

There is just one

small formality.

I must request you

to sign a statement

of the facts.

If it doesn't take

too long, of course.

But a moment.

I will send for a typist.

(DIALING)

(HOOFBEATS)

Ben?

Yeah?

Ben, aren't you

going to let me

see the message?

(STAMMERS)

I don't...

I don't think

I should.

Darling, I'm not

the police inspector.

I'm your wife,

and I think that

I should see it.

Ben, why didn't you

give this to the police?

Because I didn't want to.

But, Ben,

a man's life...

Is at stake.

Yeah, I know.

I just...

I don't know what's

the right thing to do.

Look, I think we should

go back to the hotel,

pick up Hank,

and get out of here

as quickly as we can.

Maybe.

Darling,

think about Hank.

What a terrible thing

this is for him,

seeing a man murdered

right before his eyes.

It's a horrible shock

to a little boy.

I know.

Why don't you take

that note, give it to

the American Consulate?

And let's not get any

more involved, please.

(INDISTINCT)

Why don't you get

the key? I'll take

care of the driver.

All right.

Say, you know

a Mrs. Drayton?

English lady.

That's right.

Did you see her coming

from the marketplace

any time in

the last hour or so?

No, sir.

Now, wait a minute.

You understand this

is very important.

She had a little boy

with her, my little boy.

No, sir.

Well, what about

Mr. Drayton?

Mr. Drayton checked out.

He what?

Checked out.

But he couldn't have.

Yes, sir, he did.

No, Mr. Drayton,

the Englishman with

the horn-rimmed glasses.

Yes, sir.

He checked out.

(SIGHS) I don't

know about you,

but I'm exhausted.

I guess I'll call

Mrs. Drayton.

Tell her we're back.

She can bring up Hank.

Just hold that

call a minute, Jo.

Why?

Because I asked you to!

Ben, are we about to

have our monthly fight?

I hope not.

JO:
Well, then stop

acting like that.

I merely said

I was going to

call Mrs. Drayton.

BEN:
Just a minute.

Wait a minute.

Just a minute.

Just a minute.

I want you

to take these.

They'll relax you.

Relax me?

I'm so relaxed I'm tired.

I think maybe

you need them.

These are for you, Jo.

Now, come on.

I'm the doctor.

Here.

Ben.

Jo, you know what

happens when you get

excited and nervous.

Now, here.

Do me a favor.

Six months ago,

you told me I took

too many pills.

Six months ago,

you weren't

a witness to a murder.

Now, you've been excited.

You've been talking

a blue streak.

You've been walking

around in circles.

I haven't!

Jo, I make my living

knowing when and how

to administer medicine.

Now I know you'll feel

better if you take these.

Why fight me on this?

All right,

you don't think

you will feel better.

I'll make a deal

with you.

We'll make a deal.

What is this?

Well, there's

something about

this Louis Bernard,

and the police station,

and this whole spy business

I haven't told you yet.

What?

Here's the price

of curiosity.

What is it?

Come on. Come on.

There's one way

of finding out.

All right, Dr. McKenna.

I'm now relaxed

and listening.

Well, there's been

something strange

about this whole thing

from the very beginning.

Now it wasn't any accident

that Louis Bernard

came up to us,

and helped us on the bus,

and started up a conversation.

You were right about him.

You see there?

I know. I know.

That's what I said.

You were right about him.

He was strange.

Yes, I know all that.

But what were you

going to tell me?

He started to talk to us,

and the reason he started

to talk to us

was 'cause he was

on the lookout

for a suspicious

married couple.

There's nothing very

suspicious-looking

about us, is there?

No, because he was wrong.

It was a different

married couple.

Oh.

And he was killed

before he found them?

No, he found them.

He found them, all right.

It was in the restaurant

where we had dinner

last night.

And that's one of the

reasons he was killed.

You'll be telling me next

it's Mr. And Mrs. Drayton.

That's who it was, Jo.

Ben, if this is

your idea of a joke,

it's not a very funny one.

I think I'll lie down.

Now, listen to me.

Jo.

Now, listen to me

very carefully.

That phone call at

the police station,

that wasn't the concierge

at the hotel.

That was a man with

a foreign voice,

and he told me

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