The Moon-Spinners Page #6

No way of connecting him

with the robbery at all...

except that he tried

to kill me last night.

And I suppose he locked you

up in the windmill...

because he thought

I might've told you...

the whole story.

Was she pretty?

Hmm?

Who?

The girl you had a date with.

The girl...

The girl that night.

Oh, her.

I don't remember.

That blow on the head...

must've knocked her

clean out of my mind.

You believe me,

don't you?

About the girl?

No. About me.

I'll tell you

in Aghios Nikolaos.

Now, try to sleep.

I'll get the gun.

(Dramatic music playing)

Here, you can use

my shoulder if you like.

I think it's a bit

more comfortable...

than the ruins

of ancient Crete.

(Chuckles)

Better?

Mmm.

It's the most

comfortable shoulder...

I've ever slept on.

(Cats yowl)

(Clatters)

(Thud)

(Yowling, hissing)

(Yowling, hissing)

(Yowling and hissing

echoing)

It's all right.

(Yowling and hissing)

Well, well, well.

What have we here?

Hansel and Gretel?

Who are you?

N-now, don't wave

that firearm at me...

young lady.

I'm the British Consul

at Heraklion.

Good morning.

May I ask...

what you're

doing out here?

You're hikers,

I suppose.

(Chuckles)

No. Well, not exactly.

Yes, but why the rifle?

Are you in trouble?

Yes, we are.

There's this terrible

man... this criminal.

Actually... actually,

there was, um...

a wedding at the village,

and, uh...

uh, some of the locals

got a bit drunk...

and, uh, started a fight.

But, Mark...

Things began

to look dangerous...

so we thought

we'd better clear out.

V ery wise, but what

are you going to do?

I mean to say you're

miles from anywhere.

Mmm.

I wanted to get Miss Ferris

to Aghios Nikolaos.

Well, why don't I drive you?

I've got

my summer villa there.

Oh, that would be wonderful.

Mark, that's lucky.

My name's Anthony

Charles Scott Gamble.

It's always a pleasure...

to help her majesty's

subjects in distress.

How do you do?

Look...

why don't you go along

with Mr. Gamble...

and I'll see if I can...

get in touch

with your aunt?

I'm not going

with anyone...

and you've got

to get a doctor...

- to see to your shoulder.

- Shh.

He was shot

in the shoulder.

Shot?

My goodness.

Yes, you have been

having adventures.

Well, it so happens...

my wife's

a qualified nurse.

She'll be happy

to attend to you.

Oh, that's marvelous!

Please, Mark.

Otherwise, I won't go.

All right.

Mr. Gamble?

Hmm?

What are you doing

out here...

so early in the morning?

Well, I'm an amateur

archaeologist.

I often come out here

to putter among the ruins.

I have a nose for making

singular discoveries.

What?

Why don't you tell him

about Stratos?

No!

But he's the Consul.

Not yet.

Don't you think we might

dispense with the rifle?

Guns before breakfast

are so uncivilized...

don't you think?

(Light music playing)

Come on in and

make yourselves at home.

My wife should be

around somewhere.

Whew. Hot out there.

Cynthia!

Cynthia... oh.

My dear, I came across

two compatriots...

down at the ruins.

Miss Ferris

and, uh, mister...

Camford.

Mr. Camford.

How do you do?

They ran into some trouble

with the natives.

Mr. Camford's

hurt his shoulder.

Oh, my dear, how dreadful.

You both look worn out.

I hope we can

take care of them...

until their affairs

are set in order.

Yes, of course.

I'd be delighted.

If I could look

at your shoulder...

perhaps I can

be of help.

- Oh...

- Oh, well...

It's all right.

You need have no fear...

at handing yourself

over to cynthia.

She was known as

the Angel of Eastbourne...

during the war.

Oh, Tony, don't be absurd.

Would you like

to go along up?

Thank you very much.

I'll send the car...

to Aghios Georgios

for your aunt.

I'll see you later.

Why are you still here?

I told you to go home.

Where did you find them?

Peacefully sleeping

at the ruins.

A fine mess

you've made of things.

If you'd had your way...

this entire enterprise

would have ended...

with bodies strewn

all over the island...

like the last act

of King Lear.

Was it my fault...

he turned up

at Aghios Georgios?

I did everything I could

to get rid of him.

As for that girl

and her aunt...

Did you seriously imagine...

you could dispose

of two british subjects...

as though they were

sacks of potatoes...

without anybody

starting an inquiry?

You've endangered us all

by your senseless bungling.

Now that you've

got them here...

what are you going

to do with them?

I shall take care of them

with efficiency and dispatch...

two qualities which you seem

to be sadly lacking.

You listen to me,

you chattering old maid.

I want to know

what you're going to do.

It's not your concern anymore.

Go back to your village and

concentrate on carrying out...

your part of the bargain

tonight.

If it hadn't been

for your grotesque addiction...

to astrology...

I could have handled

the whole deal from here...

without involving

anyone else.

My chart has not lied.

From the beginning,

it has not lied.

You sit here

reading your letters...

making contacts...

collecting

your fat commissions.

I did the whole thing...

from the beginning,

I alone.

It was your chart,

I suppose...

that produced Madame Habib.

Well, you just

remember this...

if either of those two

get away...

it means

the finish of you...

and your whole

cozy setup.

You'll be sorry

you did not stay at home...

and stick to your knitting.

I don't knit.

It so happens I do

extremely fine petit point.

(Speaking Greek)

Not that way.

Through the garden.

Savage.

(Knock on door)

(Mouth full)

Mmm. Come in.

Hello.

Are you feeling better?

(Mouth full)

Mmm.

Are you enjoying

your breakfast?

I never thought raspberry jam

could taste so good.

(Chuckles)

Well, I brought you

something fresh to put on...

until your aunt arrives

with your things.

NIKKY:

Oh, thank you.

My dear, I wanted

to talk to you.

I'm worried

about Mr. Camford.

Oh, why? What happened?

Well, I've given him

penicillin...

but he really needs

professional care.

How bad is he?

I don't want

to alarm you, my dear...

but I think his arm

may become infected.

I don't know

if I caught it in time.

Oh, no.

How awful. We must

get him to a hospital.

Well, there is a wonderful

British hospital...

in Athens.

Athens? But could we

get him there in time?

I mean, if his arm's

really bad, it might...

Now, don't let's

anticipate disaster.

Why don't I

talk to Anthony?

He's so wise...

and he has such influence

with the local authorities.

Well, if you think so.

But l...

Oh, you poor dear.

You have had

the most dreadful time.

But don't worry.

Anthony will take charge.

Anthony always takes charge.

You can trust him completely.

Now, you're not

to worry about a thing.

Everything

will be all right.

Can I go and see Mark

now, then?

Oh, I wouldn't

if I were you.

He's sleeping.

Oh.

Are you, by any chance,

related to Lady Ferris...

of Pentwithwith Castle?

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