The Man Who Knew Too Much Page #5

if I mentioned one

single word of what

Louis Bernard told me

in the marketplace,

that something

would happen to Hank.

Hank? Why Hank?

They've taken him away.

But Mrs. Drayton

brought him back

to the hotel.

Mrs. Drayton never

got back to the hotel,

and neither did Hank.

But Mr. Drayton...

Listen, Jo.

Mr. Drayton checked

out of the hotel

Now, come on, Jo.

Now, sit down.

I could kill you!

You gave me sedatives!

(CRYING)

Jo, sit down.

(SOBBING)

You did! Let go!

Why didn't you tell me?

I wasn't sure

until now.

You did! You did!

Jo, please! Please!

(WAILING)

Let go of me! Let go!

Ben!

Lie down, Jo.

Lie down, Jo.

Ben, let me find my baby!

Please.

Oh, dear God!

I want my boy!

Jo, please.

Please! Please.

Where is he, Ben?

Jo.

Forgive me, Jo.

Forgive me.

(MUEZZIN CALLING)

There's still no

word of him, Jo.

The Draytons are

definitely gone.

The register in the hotel

says they came from London.

Drayton told the concierge

he was a college professor.

I don't think

there's anything

we can do here, Jo.

I can't bring

the police in

on this thing.

I'd even thought of

taking that chance.

But the minute they

connect Hank's

disappearance

with Louis Bernard's

murder,

then the first

thing they'll do

is make me tell them

what Louis Bernard

whispered to me

in the marketplace.

That won't do

Hank any good.

I'm going to London.

The Draytons had

a private airplane.

I found that out.

That's how they

got Hank out of here.

It could land anyplace.

No trouble with

passports or anything.

So we're going to

London to find him.

Jo, now listen to me.

This is what Bernard said.

"A man, a statesman,

is to be killed,

assassinated,

"in London.

Soon, very soon.

"Tell them in London

to try Ambrose Chappell."

That's the fella

we've got to find.

And if he knows

anything about this,

I'm gonna offer him

every penny I have

to get Hank back.

The Chappell

guy's our only hope.

You understand that, Jo?

Now, I've got a car

waiting downstairs.

I've paid the hotel

bill. We get packed,

we'll be all set.

Honey?

We don't have much time.

You'll have to get up

and start getting ready.

Please, Jo.

(SOBBING)

(PEOPLE TALKING EXCITEDLY)

Would you just wait,

sir, for the press

photographers?

Will you come

this way, madam?

WOMAN:
Jo, darling,

love from the fan club!

(FANS SHOUTING)

How could they

remember me

so well, Ben?

It's been four years

since I played London.

You're the kind of gal

they don't forget.

Who told them

we were coming?

Ben, you didn't.

All I did was wire your

friends, the Parnells,

to get us hotel rooms.

I never figured on

anything like this.

(CHEERING)

(WHISTLING)

Dr. And Mrs. McKenna,

I'm Inspector Edington

of the Criminal

Investigation Department.

As things are, there's

no need for you to go

through the Customs.

Come this way.

WOMAN 1:
How about

a photo, Jo?

WOMAN 2:
Hi, Jo!

(CHEERING)

(WHISTLING)

This way, please.

CROWD:
(CHANTING)

We want Jo! We want Jo!

We want Jo! We want Jo!

We want Jo! We want Jo!

This is Mr. Woburn.

Dr. And Mrs. McKenna.

How do you do?

How do you do?

What do you people

want with us?

Mr. Buchanan would

like to have a chat

with you inside.

Who's Mr. Buchanan?

Special Branch,

Scotland Yard.

(INAUDIBLE)

This is Mr. Buchanan.

Dr. And Mrs. McKenna.

How do you do?

Thank you, Woburn.

Do sit down,

won't you?

Let me say at once

that we're shocked

that your son

was taken from

you in Marrakech,

and deeply sympathetic.

Do you know

where he is?

Have you heard anything

about our boy?

I only wish

I could give you

some cheerful news,

but we might find him

quite soon indeed if

we work together.

Bernard the Frenchman

was sent to Morocco

at our request

to check up

on an assassination

plot here in London.

You know,

a good agent keeps

on staking his life.

He doesn't always win.

Bernard reckoned you

were a man to trust.

He relied on you

to come to us.

Those people kidnapped

your boy in order to

keep your mouth shut.

That's right, isn't it?

No, I think they

took him for money.

Then why didn't

you go straight to your

consulate in Casablanca?

Why did you come

to London?

Well, I...

Mr. Buchanan...

No, no.

You're convinced that

these people brought

your son to London.

You're convinced

that you can find

him off your own bat.

You can't.

It's impossible.

But with the help

we can give you,

there's a chance,

a really good chance.

But they told us

not to say anything.

Anything you tell me

will be in the most

absolute confidence.

Yes, that may

be true, but...

Your son is

the trump card

these people hold.

He's perfectly safe

for the moment.

And when they've

done what they want,

they'll let him go.

Is that the idea?

Are we supposed to

just sit here and wait?

No, Mrs. McKenna.

If they consider your boy

a nuisance afterwards,

I'm afraid...

There's no need for you

to try and scare us,

Mr. Buchanan.

That's exactly what

I am trying to do,

scare you.

I'm trying to prevent

a man being murdered

here in London.

If you don't tell

me all you know,

you become an accessory

before the fact of murder.

Ben, what can we

do by ourselves?

Now, wait a minute.

Now, wait just a minute.

You've been working

on the wrong McKenna.

Louis Bernard talked

to me. He didn't talk

to my wife, you know.

Then you tell me.

He was a Frenchman.

He spoke to me in French,

and I don't understand

a single word of

the language!

Ben, maybe they

could find those

people and Hank.

Maybe. Maybe's not

good enough for me.

And I don't think

it ought to be good

enough for you either.

You act as if

you're the only one

who's concerned about...

Honey, honey,

I didn't mean

it that way.

We made up our minds

what we're gonna do

about this thing.

Now let's try

and stick to it.

I'm sorry,

Mr. Buchanan,

we'd like to cooperate

with you on this thing,

but we just can't.

(PHONE RINGS)

Well, I've got

a son of my own.

I don't know what I'd do.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Excuse me.

(INAUDIBLE)

Telephone call for you,

Mrs. McKenna.

Put the telephone call

for Mrs. McKenna

through here, please.

Hello.

WOMAN ON PHONE:

Mrs. McKenna?

Yes?

This is Mrs. Drayton.

Do you remember me?

(WHISPERS) Mrs. Drayton.

Where is our son?

Where have you got him?

He's here with me.

You mustn't worry

about him, really.

Where's our son?

Where have you got him?

I expect you'd like

to speak to him,

wouldn't you?

(SOBBING)

Yes, please! Please.

Hank! Hello, Hank!

Just a minute.

HANK ON PHONE:
Mommy?

Mommy, is that you?

Oh, Hank, darling,

are you really all right?

I'm a little scared, Mommy,

but I'm all right, I guess.

I miss you, Mommy.

I miss you so much!

Here. Hank.

Hank, this is Daddy.

(SOBBING)

Is Mommy crying?

Now, Hank, listen to me.

Where are you?

Where are you?

I didn't mean to

make her cry, Daddy,

but I'm scared,

and I want to see her.

Hank, son, now listen.

Tell me where you are.

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