The Man Who Knew Too Much Page #7

No. No, it was Chappell.

It's not a man.

It's a place.

It's Ambrose Chapel!

Val, do they

list chapels

in the directory?

Let's take a look.

Please help me find it.

Let's see.

Here we are. Ambrose.

Here we have a chap...

Ambrose Chapel,

West Two.

Look, darlings,

I have to go.

I'm very sorry.

Have another drink,

and I'll be back

as soon as I can.

And explain to Ben

when he comes in,

would you?

Explain what?

Explain what?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Look, there's

something weird

going on here,

and I can't

quite follow it.

Let's try to figure

the whole thing out.

First of all,

there was

a man named...

Ambrose Chappell.

And Ben dashed

off to see him.

Then Jo said it wasn't

a man but a place,

and she dashed off.

Don't mention

it again, darling,

or I might dash off.

Ooh! What a temptation.

Can you fathom it,

though?

It's probably some

new American gag.

I'll have to ask

Danny about it.

(DOOR OPENS)

JAN:
Well, hello again.

Oh!

I'm awfully sorry

I had to rush off,

but it was something

that had to be done.

Oh, boy,

I can use this.

Thank you.

Well, I...

Where's Jo?

She's gone to

Ambrose Chapel.

I just came

from there.

Hey, not your

Ambrose Chappell.

It isn't a he.

It's an it,

a building.

CINDY:
She just left

She... What?

What do you mean?

Where's the address?

I'll look it up again.

What is this?

You say it's

a building?

Yes, here it is.

Ambrose Chapel,

Bayswater.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes? Doctor! Doctor,

come back! It's Jo.

Jo?

Ben?

What happened?

Did you find anything?

No, it was

a wild goose chase.

Darling, it must

be the chapel.

I've found it.

It's just

a short way from here.

I know it was crazy

thing to do, but...

Honey, I know the address.

You wait there.

I'll be right over.

All right,

I'll meet you outside.

Bye, dear.

What did you say

that address was again?

Bayswater.

I don't know

how to thank you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

Three men.

You don't know much

about checkers, do you?

You'd better go to bed, dear,

or you'll be overtired.

Can I finish?

I'm winning.

Yes, finish.

Edna, see he has

some milk and biscuits.

He'd better be put

to sleep again, honey.

I've got to get downstairs.

No, it's not necessary

tonight.

You'll sleep, Hank,

won't you?

I guess so.

Hurry up if you want

to finish this game.

Look, it doesn't hurt

to be kind, does it?

Give me a yell

when you want me

to unlock the door.

Can I come in?

EDWARD:
Yes.

I wish it was

tomorrow.

That's not a very

orthodox sentiment.

Before I forget.

Here you are,

my friend.

Two tickets for the

concert at the Albert

Hall with my compliments.

Your box is

nicely placed.

Or should we say,

strategically placed.

And now,

for the most

important part.

What is it?

A record of

the delightful piece

they're going to

play this evening.

Music's less in your

line than marksmanship.

If you listen,

I'm going to play you

the exact moment at

which you can shoot.

So listen carefully.

(CHOIR SINGING OPERA)

(CYMBALS CRASHING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

We'll have it once more.

Listen for the crash

of the cymbals.

(CHOIR SINGING OPERA)

(CYMBALS CRASHING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

You see?

At such a moment,

your shot will

never be heard.

Even the listeners

will be undisturbed.

I think the composer

would've appreciated

that, don't you?

No one will know.

No one except one.

That's right.

If you're clever,

my friend.

Now, any questions,

musical or otherwise?

No.

There's one

comforting thought.

It happens early

in the evening.

And I hope

I shan't upset you

if I tell you

you've only time

for one shot.

If you need another,

the risk is yours.

I don't take risks.

I'm very glad

to hear that.

Traipsing all the way

to Marrakech for you,

I should like you

to do me credit.

Your distinguished target

is already on his way.

There's a car waiting

for you downstairs

in the back entrance.

You're to pick up

a Miss Benson on the way.

She'll be your

companion in the box.

She'll lend you

an air of respectability

if that's possible.

Will you have

the money when I return?

Don't you trust me?

What is your

English proverb?

"A wolf in

sheep's clothing."

A very clever disguise,

I must say.

I think you'd better be

going. It's impolite to

be late for a concert.

And it would be awkward if

they made you wait until

the first item was over.

Will you show our friend

down to the car, my dear?

Yes, of course.

I'm sorry you

have to sneak out

by the back way,

but we must preserve

a respectable front.

(CHOIR SINGING OPERA)

(CYMBALS CRASHING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

There it is.

Yeah. You just

may have hit it

right on the nose.

And you can't be farther

wrong than I was with

my Ambrose Chappell.

Come on, let's go.

Ben, should

we get some help

from the police?

No, honey, please.

Let's take a crack

at this alone. Come on.

(CONGREGATION SINGING)

(SINGING LOUDLY)

Ben.

Shh, shh.

(SINGING CONTINUES)

(SINGING) This is just

another wild goose chase

Let's wait

And look around

Look who's coming

down the aisle

(SINGING CONTINUES)

The subject of my

address to you this

evening is adversity.

The average life,

yours and mine,

is often harassed

and perplexed

by disappointments

and by cruelties

beyond our control.

Now, strangely enough,

it is often these things

beyond our control...

(WHISPERS)

That's Buchanan's

phone number.

You go out, call him up,

tell him to surround

this place with police.

What if he asks...

Tell him anything.

This is the time.

I'm sure Hank's

around here someplace.

But I don't want

to leave you.

I know. I know.

I don't know

how else to do it,

honey. You go on now.

...and therefore

the goodness of

all mankind.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Few of us pause to consider

how life's adversities work

in our behalf

to make better

men and women of us.

But I think we should

pause, and pause now,

to do a little

stocktaking,

to look into our own

hearts and lives and

see what we find there.

Therefore, instead of

continuing the service,

I think we should

all return to our homes

for private meditation,

remembering how little

we have to complain of

and how much to

be grateful for.

Next week, I shall

discuss the fruits

of our meditations.

Until then,

my blessing upon each

and every one of you.

(ALL MURMURING)

(INAUDIBLE)

Well,

this is a pleasant

surprise, Doctor.

Where's my boy,

Drayton?

He's upstairs.

As a matter of fact,

you've come just in time to

help my wife with his food.

It seems Hank

doesn't care very much

for our English cooking.

What do you want?

I'll give you money.

I'll keep my mouth shut.

All I want is my boy.

And what about

your wife?

Did she go outside

just to get a breath

of fresh air?

Come on.

Tell me what you want.

I'll do anything.

All right,

you'll see your boy

all in good time.

Hank! Hank McKenna!

HANK:
(FAINTLY) Daddy?

Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

(BANGING)

I'm here, Daddy! I'm here!

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