The Moon-Spinners Page #5
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- 1964
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Quickly.
Please, quickly...
before that horrible man
gets back.
What man?
Stratos... he's coming back.
Hurry!
Don't worry.
We get you free.
Break, will you?
(Speaking Greek)
There.
Oh.
Uhh. Oh.
Oh, Alexis.
No time make love.
You get out. Quick.
Not to steps.
This way. Quick!
Steady!
I can't look down.
I can't!
I can't do it!
Listen to me.
You not fall
if you don't be stupid girl.
Watch me.
I show you how.
You OK?
V ery good show.
Come on.
She too much afraid.
I don't know.
Don't look down!
Watch the sails!
Jump when the next one
reaches you!
Aah!
Stay there.
I'm coming up.
Unh.
No!
Mark, stay there!
I'll jump!
(Creaking)
Slide now!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
That's it.
Come on,
you're all right.
Go! No time make love!
No!
Take her other hand,
Alexis.
No. I go back to village.
You must come with us.
He won't find me.
I hide so good...
even devil
don't find me. Go!
We'll be
in Aghios Nikolaos.
(Dramatic music playing)
(Unlocks door)
Oh, come on.
Oh!
Just let me
rest a minute.
Not here!
Just let me
get my breath.
You're right out
in the open.
Aunt Fran will be
looking for me.
She'll be hysterical.
You'll be safe
in Aghios Nikolaos...
and that's where
you're going.
Don't you tell me
where I'm going!
I've been through enough
today because of you.
I want my aunt,
and I want the police...
and I want that monster
Stratos arrested!
This is no time
You're coming with me.
Oh! Oh, Mark, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to.
All right,
you've had your say.
Nowwill you
come with me?
I'm sorry.
Honestly, I didn't...
It's all right.
It's all right.
I know, I know...
but we can't stay here.
All right?
Mm-hmm.
Now come on.
Mark, at least
you could tell me why...
Stratos tried to kill you.
Why is he
trying to kill me?
I'll tell you later.
You keep saying
you'll tell me later.
I've been shut up
in that horrible windmill...
almost murdered...
and now
we're running away.
Well, I don't knowwhere
or why or what's happening
or anything.
If you waste any more
time jabbering...
you won't live
long enough to find out.
Oh, I'm going back!
Listen! Don't you understand?
Stratos is a desperate man.
He's got everything
at stake.
Now, you've stumbled
into this mess...
and I'm doing my best
to get you out of it.
Well, l...
I don't see why...
I should go running
all over Crete with you.
I don't even know
who you are!
I'm a master criminal
wanted all over Europe.
V ery funny.
I will tell you
in Aghios Nikolaos.
One thing I do know...
your manners
are as bad as Stratos'.
V ery well, Miss Ferris.
Stay here.
Call a policeman.
I'm sure he'll offer you
better protection than I can.
(Dramatic music playing)
Turn around!
Mark, wait!
(Crack)
No, he's all...
he's all right.
He's, uh,
he's all right.
He's just out cold.
But I heard
his head crack.
Yeah. Good one, Nikky.
Oh, Mark.
Ooh. Aah.
Your shoulder...
it's bleeding again.
Nikky.
Do you...
do you think you can
possibly go on alone?
No! Don't be silly!
We must stay together.
I honestly don't...
I honestly don't think
I can make it.
Yes, of course you can.
Come on.
We must go.
OK.
I'll take that.
Unh. We'll find
somewhere along the way...
and then you can rest,
all right?
OK.
(Dramatic music playing)
What is this place?
The temple of Apollo.
The locals say it's haunted.
Well, we can rest here.
Over there.
Yeah.
Mark, it is creepy.
That's all the better.
We can hide and rest.
(Cats yowl)
(Gasps)
It's all right.
It's only cats.
That's the most
bloodcurdling sound.
Cats are bad luck on Crete.
(Yowling, hissing)
Wonder who she is.
The young lady that
ran back to Stratos...
and lost her head.
Mark?
Mmm.
I'm sorry for all the trouble
I've caused you.
No, no, no.
I think in view of all
the trouble you've caused...
it's about time I told you
the whole story.
No, not now.
Tell me tomorrow.
I want to tell you now.
Um...
well, it's...
have you ever heard of
the Countess of Fleet?
Yes.
Wasn't she the woman...
who lost those fabulous
jewels in a robbery?
Some man
who worked in the bank...
was accused...
he was accused...
Yes, that was me.
Mark, did you steal...
No, of course I didn't.
Who did?
Stratos, I think.
How... how on earth
did you get mixed up in that?
Oh, it's all so...
the Countess kept all
her jewels at the bank...
where I occupied...
what is known as
a position of trust.
Sometimes, she'd ask me
to bring them to her...
when she wanted
to wear them.
Well, on this
particular occasion...
instead of waiting
for the guard...
you know,
the security man...
Mm-hmm.
I took the jewels
from the safe...
and jumped into a taxi...
and took them straight
around to Fleet House.
What happened?
Well, one moment...
I was standing on the doorstep
with the jewels...
the next moment,
I came to without the jewels...
and a lump the size
of a golf ball...
on the back of my head.
Stratos?
I never got a chance
to see his face.
I was hit from behind.
Oh, I see.
How awful.
Oh, how awful.
But why didn't you take
the guard with you?
I was in a rush
that night.
Why?
Oh, it's...
oh, the most idiotic
of all reasons.
I had a date.
Oh.
But...
but how did Stratos
know you were coming?
Well, that's what everybody
wanted to know...
the police,
the bank, the papers...
even my doting family.
I think one of the Fleet
servants tipped him off.
But I suppose
they thought you did.
I was dismissed, disbarred,
and generally disgraced.
Oh, Mark,
how dreadful for you...
and how unfair.
Oh, yes. Well...
(Dramatic music playing)
We'd better find somewhere
with some more cover.
But how on earth did you
trace Stratos here?
Well, a fence
was arrested in London.
Just a routine affair.
of the Fleet earrings...
among his loot.
Now, this man lived
over a Greek restaurant...
in Soho called
the Moon-Spinners.
The Moon-Spinners?
Now, wait a minute.
By hanging around,
I discovered that the owner...
had lately sold off
and vanished.
He was a Cretan,
a man called Stratos.
That was a pretty
long shot, wasn't it?
Well, it paid off.
another inn called
the Moon-Spinners...
and another Cretan
called Stratos.
But you don't even know
if he's got the jewels, do you?
Well, I'm pretty certain
after last night...
aren't you?
He might've left them
in London.
Not a chance.
At the inn?
Warm.
The church.
Warmer.
I know!
The Bay of Dolphins!
That's why he was
so determined...
you weren't to go there!
It's got to be.
It's the only place.
You mean he's
buried them in the sea?
Well, he's always out there
scouting around in his boat.
Mark, if you're sure,
why don't you...
- Call the police?
- Yes!
Because I have no proof,
no proof of anything!
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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