The Man Who Knew Too Much Page #6

Where are you?

Welbeck eight...

Yeah?

(AIRPLANE ENGINE ROARING)

Eight. Go on, Hank.

(LINE CLICKS)

Hank!

(ROARING GROWS LOUDER)

(SOBBING)

Ben, he was so scared.

It was a London

telephone exchange.

Public call box.

West One.

Do I have to

say any more?

Come on, dear.

You may change

your minds.

If you do,

this number

will find me.

MAN ON PA:

Baggage and airport service

for 552 from Paris...

Everything

all right, sir?

Yeah, yeah.

Your room key, sir.

Thank you.

Oh, uh... Here.

Thank you, sir.

There you are.

It's from the Parnells.

"Welcome home, Jo.

"Look forward to

seeing your family,

especially the little one."

"With love,

from Jan and Cindy."

That's very nice.

"Ambrose Chappell."

There he is, big as life.

"61 Burdett Street,

Camden Town.

Gulliver 6198."

What are you

going to say?

I'm gonna tell him

I'll keep my mouth shut

and offer him all

the money we have

for Hank.

Operator?

Operator,

I want Gulliver 6198.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I'll get it.

Jo! You look wonderful!

Jo!

When we got your wire,

I couldn't believe it.

What were you doing

down in Morocco?

Sightseeing.

You're the perfect answer

to what London needs, Jo.

This week's

the dullest thing

since my first show.

Ambrose Chappell.

Mr. Ambrose Chappell.

Oh, Mr. Conway,

I didn't know

you were there.

Dr. McKenna. Dr. McKenna.

Welcome to London town,

Doctor.

Oh, I am sorry.

I knew you were married.

But a doctor? How clever.

Especially in such

a psychosomatic business.

Jan, will you

keep quiet?

Honey, you wouldn't know

what psychosomatic means.

I do too. It means

when your mind gets

sick of your body,

it does something to it.

CINDY:
Can't you see

the doctor's trying

to telephone?

Not at all.

It's just some business.

It's nothing.

Business is everything.

Shh!

BEN:
Hello. Hello?

Ambrose Chappell.

I say, is this

Mr. Ambrose Chappell?

Well, my name's McKenna.

Dr. Benjamin McKenna.

I don't think

we need to be quiet.

Would you like a drink?

I was wondering if

you'd be at your address

for a little while.

I'd like to speak to

you for a few minutes.

Yes. Thank you.

I'll be right over.

I'd like all of you

to meet my husband.

I've heard so much

about you, Doctor.

It's nice to

see you in person.

How do you do, sir?

This is Val's wife, Helen.

How do you do?

You look just

like those pictures

Jo had in her

dressing room

four years ago.

Haven't changed a bit.

JAN:
Why should he?

He's a doctor.

Probably gets

free hormones.

Oh, yes.

I'm Jan Peterson.

I sing almost as

well as your wife.

And, darling,

this is Cindy Fontaine

from Harrisburg, PA.

Oh, Harrisburg.

Been back home lately?

How can I?

They know me

there as Elva McDuff.

It doesn't quite

fit me anymore.

(LAUGHING)

Where's your boy?

I'd like to see which

one of you he looks like.

He's staying with

some other people

so we could have

a little time

by ourselves.

JAN:
What's his name?

Hank.

Henry, really.

CINDY:
Well, I hope

he looks like you and

has the doctor's brain.

(CHUCKLES)

These flowers

are really so lovely.

We thank you very much.

Well, I'll order

some drinks.

Okay, but dinner

tonight's on me,

a sort of welcome

home for Jo.

I wish I could persuade

her to stay a month.

JO:
I wish I could,

Val, but I can't.

I'm terribly sorry,

but I have an appointment

I have to keep.

I wonder if you'd

order the drinks,

Mr. Parnell.

I'll be back

as soon as I can.

Excuse me, please.

Ben, please.

Ben, please.

It's got to be done.

Take me with you.

No, no, no. I can't.

I won't disappear.

For the last time,

please let me go

with you.

Honey, two people

are easier to

follow than one.

Now we don't want

Buchanan's men

on our tracks,

the other people either.

I'm going out through

the service entrance.

(FOOTSTEPS)

(FOOTSTEPS STOP)

(FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE)

(FOOTSTEPS GROW LOUDER)

(FOOTSTEPS QUICKEN)

(BELL RINGS)

Yes, sir?

Ambrose Chappell?

Come in.

(HAMMERING)

There's a gent

to see you, sir.

(COUGHING)

Good afternoon, sir.

I am Ambrose Chappell.

What can I do for you?

Well, I...

If you gave me your name,

that might be a start.

Yes, of course.

My name is McKenna.

Dr. Benjamin McKenna.

I phoned you.

Yes, yes.

You are Ambrose Chappell?

Well, I've been

Ambrose Chappell

for nearly 71 years.

But I think I understand

your problem.

You do?

Certainly.

It happens all the time.

You expected

someone else.

Just a moment.

Ambrose?

I think this gentleman

wants to talk to us.

Now, Father,

why don't you go

and have a nice rest?

Hmm? (CHUCKLES)

I have centuries

of rest ahead of me,

thank you.

Good day to you, sir.

Now, what can

I do for you?

I'm Dr. McKenna.

That name mean

anything to you?

No. No, I don't think so.

You've no idea

why I'm here?

My dear sir,

I haven't the

faintest idea.

But your name

was given to me

by someone I happened

to meet in Marrakech.

Yes?

Yes.

Now, I think you know

this man, Louis Bernard,

a Frenchman.

Louis Bernard?

Come on. Let's stop

fooling around.

Bernard told

me to come here

just before he died.

This man is dead?

You know he's dead

just as well as I do.

Now, I've come here

with a business

proposition.

I don't see how you

can turn it down.

Exactly what

had you in mind?

You want to talk here?

Certainly.

We have no secrets

from our employees.

Okay. Now,

in the first place,

I haven't uttered one

word of what Bernard

told me before he died,

and I never will.

Frankly,

I'm not interested

in political intrigue.

I don't care who you

fellows are gonna

kill here in London.

All I want is that boy,

and I'll take

the next airplane

back to America.

Come on, please.

Listen to me, will you?

Honestly, if money

means anything to you,

I'll do...

Father,

call the police quick.

Now, sir, I shall we

go into this a little

more carefully...

Wait just a minute.

You told him to

call the police.

No, no. No, no.

What's the idea,

trying to bluff me?

My dear sir,

there can be no...

Let me go.

Are you sure

you don't know

Louis Bernard?

I've never

heard of him.

You've got no idea

what happened yesterday

in Marrakech or

where my boy is?

Of course not.

Where is he?

William! Edgar!

Davis! Help!

Now, wait a minute! Wait!

All right, now, hold on.

Wait. Listen.

It's obvious I'm

in the wrong place.

Now, all right,

let go of me.

Come on.

(BEN SHOUTING)

Come on. Listen.

(GRUNTING)

Wait.

Come on.

(SHOUTING)

I made a mistake.

Now let me go.

Hold him! Hold him!

The police are coming.

Ow!

Hold him.

He said that

no matter how

Bud Flanagan was got up,

even if he was

dressed by Hartnell,

that nobody would

ever believe that

he was an aristocrat.

So I said,

"Listen, Chris,

"why don't you take

William Hickey's column

out of the paper?"

Jo? Jo, what's become

of that unpredictable

husband of yours?

He's been gone

over an hour now.

He went to see some man.

What was it? Church?

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