The Man Who Knew Too Much Page #8

My husband's in

there now watching them.

He sent me out to call you

so that you could do something

before they get away.

I'm afraid it

isn't quite as

easy as all that.

Mr. Woburn,

my husband is in that chapel

waiting for me to

bring help. Now you...

May I speak to

Mr. Buchanan?

He told me to call

him if I needed him,

and I need him right now.

I'm awfully sorry.

But I simply can't get

in touch with him just now.

He's gone to a rather

important diplomatic

affair at the Albert Hall.

Well, then call him there!

Please call him.

He's on his way.

I don't know quite how...

Mr. Woburn,

it isn't a matter of days.

It's a matter of minutes.

Now, you've got

to send some...

You've got to send

the police right away!

Or do I have to go

to Albert Hall myself?

That won't be necessary.

I'll have the chapel put

under immediate observation.

By the time you get back,

a police car should be there.

Please return

to your husband.

Tell him to come

straight out of the chapel

and let the police take over.

Woburn, Special Branch.

Hold on.

I must ring off now,

Mrs. McKenna.

Please believe me.

I'll have everything

laid on.

(LINE CLICKS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

There's nobody there.

Are you Mrs. McKenna?

Yes, but there's

something wrong,

Officer.

That place was

full of people just

a few minutes ago,

and now there's nobody.

Our orders

are to keep it

under observation

until the Scotland

Yard car arrives.

But my husband

is in there. There

were 30 or 40 people...

When was this?

It was no more

than five minutes ago.

Let's take a look.

I've tried the door.

It's locked.

We'll have to

force it open.

I'm sorry, madam.

We can't break in.

Requires a search warrant.

It's the law, you see.

Well, can't we get one?

That all takes time.

We'll have a look

around, shall we?

Matthews,

take the other end.

All right.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

There's no one there.

Are you quite certain

this place was

full of people

only a few minutes ago?

Of course I'm certain.

I was there myself

sitting next to my husband.

He sent me out to

call Scotland Yard.

Look, I'm afraid it's

much too complicated

to explain why.

We'll just have to sit

tight and wait for the car

to arrive from the Yard.

As far as we can make out,

there's no sign of life.

MAN ON RADIO:

Report back here.

I see.

Very good, sir.

Walden, you stand by

till the car arrives

from the Yard.

That's all, Matthews.

You're not leaving?

Orders, madam.

Can we give you

a lift somewhere?

Yes, take me to

Albert Hall, please.

I'm afraid the Albert

Hall's a little bit

off our beat.

Suppose we drop you

at the nearest taxi rank?

All right.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Wait here.

They're here.

Wait till I clear

the kitchen.

(INAUDIBLE)

Everybody out! Come on.

Into the corridor.

Five minutes only!

Come on!

(ALL PROTESTING)

Do as he tells you.

Come on. It'll only

take a minute.

Come on. All of you out.

Why? Why?

(ALL MURMURING)

All right. This way.

Always something

funny going on

at this embassy.

Bringing people

in secret.

Give me the Swiss

embassy anytime.

There's neutrality

for you.

(FOOTSTEPS)

(CHAPEL BELL RINGING)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

Please, may I

see the manager?

I'm sorry, madam.

The manager's on

duty in the lobby.

So is his assistant.

I must speak

with one of them.

Which are they?

Over there somewhere.

You have a very nice

little boy, madame.

His safety will depend

upon you tonight.

Where is he?

Where is he?

Good evening.

Is that the

Prime Minister?

WOMAN:
No, that's only

the Ambassador.

His Prime Minister's

the one with the

bald head.

Your ticket, madam?

I'm sorry.

I'm looking for someone.

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(INAUDIBLE)

I saw the gun.

He was pointing it

at the Prime Minister.

He was going to kill him,

and I realized that

I had to scream.

Well, then he

didn't kill him?

Your wife saved him.

It's only a small

flesh wound.

There they are.

Do please come over

and let the Prime Minister

thank you personally,

would you?

I'm sure he'd like to.

It won't take very long.

Would you come

along with me?

Don't be nervous.

(INDISTINCT)

Prime Minister,

this is the young lady.

Dear lady,

I'm forever

in your debt.

WOBURN:

This is her husband.

(INAUDIBLE)

I trust you'll

permit me to wait

upon you tomorrow.

And to express

to you the depth

of my gratitude.

It wasn't...

But it was,

my dear lady.

It was.

Will you excuse us?

Excuse me,

but I have to go.

I think Mr. Buchanan

would like a word

with you.

Where's our boy?

Where's Hank?

We can talk if

you'll come in here.

So you both knew the time

and the place all along.

Don't be a fool!

An odd coincidence,

both of you turning

up here.

Yeah, it's a pity

you didn't contact

your assistant.

He told us both

you were here.

I beg your pardon?

We need that

help you offered,

Mr. Buchanan.

Sir, we've questioned

the woman. Said she

bought a ticket

which happened

to place her

in the same box

with the man who

did the shooting.

Didn't know anything.

But if she does,

she isn't talking.

I'll see her later.

Very good, sir.

Please tell me

everything now.

Everything.

There's still plenty

of room for hope,

Mrs. McKenna.

His Excellency

will see you now.

And that's that,

I suppose.

Yes. All right.

Excuse me, sir. I have

a lot to explain to you.

Something very

unusual has happened.

I also have

to have the money

to pay the marksman.

Wouldn't that be superfluous,

considering that he's dead?

His aim wasn't quite

as good as you led

me to expect.

The target merely

received a slight flesh

wound in the arm.

Worse than useless.

Then your French

friend panicked,

made a fatal crash,

landing on the floor

of the Albert Hall.

I don't see how

you can blame me

for that, sir.

He was warmly recommended

by our people in Marrakech.

I'm glad that you

are able to treat

the matter so lightly.

I'm holding a reception

here this evening.

In a few moments,

I have to welcome

our Prime Minister

as my guest of honor

when I hoped and expected

that he would be totally

unable to attend.

That amuses you,

no doubt.

I don't know

what to say.

No.

But I do.

You have muddled

everything from the start.

Taking that child

with you from Marrakech.

Don't you realize that

Americans dislike having

their children stolen?

How else could I make

sure that McKenna would

keep his mouth shut?

Then to crown it all,

you get cold feet

and come running

along here to hide,

bringing the wretched

child with you.

Don't you see what you've

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