The Man Who Knew Too Much Page #9

done to the diplomatic

status of this embassy?

I didn't think.

I only thought we could...

How are you going

to get the child

out of here, eh?

Eh? Eh?

No difficulty about that,

surely. The car...

With plainclothes

detectives planted right

'round this building?

You English

intellectuals will

be the death of us all.

I'll think of something.

Only give me time.

Time. (SCOFFS)

I want the child

removed from this embassy

and removed in such a way

that he won't be

able to say anymore

where he has been tonight.

Oh, no!

I'll see to it.

Drayton! I trust that

nothing will go wrong

this time.

It would be very

unfortunate for you if...

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Yes, come in.

Your Excellency,

the princess should be

arriving at any moment.

I recognized him.

He recognized me.

He tried to get away,

made a jump for it.

That was all.

Trying to liquidate

one of their own

big shots.

I wish they'd stick

to their usual custom

and do it in

their own country.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yes?

Buchanan speaking.

Right. Thank you.

The Draytons are

at the embassy.

The what?

How do you know?

We have means

of finding out

from the inside.

Well, look,

if the Draytons

are at the embassy,

then our boy's

there too.

You're probably right,

but we can't do anything.

What do you mean,

you can't do anything?

Every embassy in

a foreign country has

extraterritorial rights.

What's that?

As far as we're

concerned, this embassy

stands on foreign soil.

So they can steal kids

and get away with it?

What is this?

BUCHANAN:
We could have

the Foreign Office

serve a writ on

the Ambassador.

You know, I'm not responsible

for the complications

of international law.

If only we had some

positive proof that your

boy really is in there.

Say, what's

the phone number

of that embassy?

You got it?

What are you

thinking about?

Let me try something.

Grosvenor 0144.

Grosvenor 0144,

please.

That fellow that got

shot's a prime minister,

isn't he?

Hello? Hello.

I'd like to speak to

the Prime Minister, please.

Yeah, yeah. No, look.

Just tell him the lady

that saved his life would

like to speak to him.

It's very important.

Yeah.

Ben, what do I say?

He wanted to

visit with us so

he could thank you.

Tell him you want to come

over to the embassy

right away, tonight,

'cause we're going

to leave London

tomorrow. You see?

Hello? Here you are.

Hello?

My dear lady, this is

a charming surprise.

Uh-huh.

Delighted.

Delighted, delighted.

The Ambassador too

would be delighted.

Any friends of mine

are friends of his.

He said all right.

So if he asks you,

we're all set.

You see?

But supposing

they don't?

Honey, have we ever

been to a party where

they didn't ask you?

Now, your job is to

hold their attention,

right?

Good evening.

It's Dr. And Mrs. McKenna.

How very nice

to see you.

The Prime Minister's

waiting for you.

Do come this way,

please.

Ah, madame.

Good evening,

good evening.

Good evening.

This is the charming

lady who saved my

life at the concert.

Madam, you saved

the life of the one man

who's irreplaceable

in our country.

I hear you are the

famous Jo Conway,

madame.

Yes, I'm Jo Conway.

PRIME MINISTER:

Perhaps we might...

I'm sure my wife

would be delighted

to sing for you.

Wouldn't you, dear?

Well, it's been

quite some time.

I beg you, madame.

A tranquil coda

to conclude

a dramatic evening.

I'm very flattered.

Uh, Stanis? Would you

put up some chairs?

And hurry up, please.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the famous Jo Conway

has gladly consented

to sing a few songs

for us tonight.

Darling, would you see

that the Prime Minister

gets a very good seat?

Would you like to

come to the piano?

Would you not like

to sit down, sir?

No, thank you.

I'll just stand

over here.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PLAYING PIANO)

(SINGING)

When I was just

a little girl

I asked my mother

what will I be

Will I be pretty?

Will I be rich?

Here's what she said to me

Que sera, sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future's not ours to see

Que sera, sera

What will be, will be

When I was just

a child in school

I asked my teacher

what should I try

Should I paint pictures?

Should I sing songs?

This was her wise reply

Que sera, sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future's not ours to see

Que sera, sera

What will be, will be

When I grew up

and fell in love

I asked my sweetheart

what lies ahead

Will we have rainbows

day after day?

Here's what my sweetheart said

Que sera, sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future's not ours to see

Que sera, sera

That's my mother's voice!

That's my mother singing!

What?

Are you sure, Hank?

Are you quite sure?

That's her! I know it!

What's she doing here?

(SINGING CONTINUES)

Hank, can you

whistle that song?

I guess so.

Then go on.

Whistle it.

Whistle it

as loud as you can.

(WHISTLES)

Will we have rainbows

day after day?

Here's what my sweetheart said

(HANK WHISTLING SONG)

Ever will be, will be

(WHISTLING CONTINUES)

The future's not ours to see

Que sera, sera

What will be, will be

Now I have children of my own

(WHISTLING STOPS)

They ask their mother

what will I be

Will I be handsome?

Will I be rich?

I tell them tenderly

Que sera, sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future's not ours to see

Que sera, sera

What will be, will be

You two wait

in the mail room.

I'll bring him down.

Give me about

five minutes.

(SONG ENDS)

(APPLAUSE)

(CRYING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(JO SINGING)

(FOOTSTEPS GROW LOUDER)

(FOOTSTEPS STOP)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS RESUME)

No!

Oh, Daddy!

Take the boy.

Go! But be quick.

You must be quick!

Come on, son.

(JO SINGING)

Go on!

Just a moment,

please.

Don't touch him.

I don't think you're

gonna do any shooting,

Drayton,

not with these

people downstairs

and the police outside.

You're not in a very

happy position yourself,

you know.

You've got to

let the boy go!

Precisely what I'm

thinking, my dear.

Now I'm sure you're

going to be sensible

and help me out of here.

Don't ask me for help,

you miserable...

You wouldn't want

your father to get

hurt, would you, Hank?

Now we're going

to walk downstairs

together

quite casually like

three old friends.

Then we're going to

take a little stroll

as far as the

nearest taxi rank.

And I hope there

won't be any emotional

scenes on the way down.

Do as he says, Hank.

No, the other way.

Shall we be going?

All right,

start down

the hall, son.

Don't say anything.

(JO SINGING)

(PIANO PLAYING)

JO:
(SINGING)

Now it's good-bye

And we're facing

such lonely tomorrows

So many sunsets

Till there's a sunset

When all at once,

you'll be there

Then we'll kiss again

And again

(GASPS)

(CROWD MURMURING)

Come on, Hank.

Mother!

(SNORING)

I'm sorry we

were gone so long,

but we had to go over

and pick up Hank.

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