The Moon-Spinners Page #7
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- Year:
- 1964
- 118 min
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Not that I know of.
Such a dear person.
Her daughter married
Reginald Busby-Pelham.
Really?
Yes.
I'm so frightfully
out of touch...
with everyone here.
There isn't even
an English club.
Tch. Ohh.
(Door closes)
Reginald Busby-Pelham?
(Giggles)
Of Pentwithwithwith... with.
Oh, crikey.
Ah, there you are, my dear.
How's Mr. Camford?
I just looked in.
He's still sleeping.
Oh, dear. Poor chap.
Oh, what a beautiful yacht.
Yes, isn't it?
Um, shall we go in?
Yeah.
Lunch ought to be ready
by now.
Now, this way.
I'm sure it was a wise
decision to go to Athens.
I've arranged for a plane
to pick you up at Heraklia.
in the British hospital...
in not more than three hours.
Oh, that is a relief.
I'll wire them
to reserve a room.
There we are.
Unfortunately, you've chosen...
the worst day
of the whole year...
to leave here.
Tonight is the feast
of King Minos...
our local carnival...
and the whole place
goes mad.
So the sooner you leave
for the airport...
the better.
How can I ever thank you
and your wife enough?
Well, it was
a stroke of luck...
that Cynthia was able
to look Mr. Camford over.
You can always trust
Cynthia completely.
Hello, my dear.
We just sat down.
(Slurring)
I'm sorry to be late.
I was finishing a letter
to Maud Devises.
Do you know Maud Devises?
No, I'm afraid I don't.
She's the daughter
of the Earl of Leigh.
We're old, old friends.
Ohh.
Would you...
would you care for
some bread?
It's so close.
There's thunder in the air.
Well, take a pill,
dear, and go to bed.
I wish I could go to Athens.
Anything to get away
from here.
The Acropolis is really
quite pretty by moonlight.
I'm afraid my wife
fails to respond...
to the glories
of classic art.
and statues
without arms and legs.
Oh, Greece isn't so bad.
Think of Blackpool in November.
(Chuckles)
One can't make friends
with people here.
Even those shipping
magnates... who are they?
For all their yachts
and their villas...
nouveau riche.
Take Madame Habib.
Imagine a woman like that
being received.
Cynthia.
A scrubwoman's daughter
from Alexandria.
That's what she was.
Married five or six times.
Cynthia, I hardly think...
Sailing around the world
in that enormous yacht...
entertaining royalty.
Who's Madame Habib?
C YNTHIA:
Why,she's the woman that...
(Clears throat)
Eat your curried eggs, dear.
Maud Devises
wouldn't have allowed her...
inside the house.
Neither would Lady Ferris...
or Millicent Coatesworth.
Maud Devises
is a galloping old bore.
Don't speak of my friends
like that.
My friends mean
everything to me.
That's what comes
of living in an outpost.
It ruins your manners.
(Sighs)
up to my room.
I did ask you, didn't I?
You don't come
from Pentwithwith?
No, I don't.
Oh.
I should like some sherry
sent up to my room.
(Clears throat)
Take her up a cup of cocoa,
would you, please?
(Whispering)
Mark.
Mark.
Mm.
Oh, hello.
(Whispering)
How are you feeling?
(Grunts)
Peculiar.
Must be the color
of these pajamas.
How are you?
All right.
How's your shoulder?
Does it still hurt?
No, not much.
Lady Cynthia gave me
a couple of shots.
Well, I hope she knows
what she's doing.
She tipples.
I thought as much.
Oh, and there was
a scene at lunch.
What about?
Oh, how awful
everyone is in Greece.
Simply too unrefined...
especially some woman
who has a yacht...
called Madame Habib.
Too ghastly.
Who?
Madame Habib. Too ghastly.
Married five or six times.
Nobody who is anybody...
would even have her
inside the house.
Madame Habib?
Mm.
Her yacht's in harbor.
The Minotaur?
Are you sure?
Mark, lie down.
Is she here?
Oh, I don't know. I asked...
Madame Habib?
That would explain everything.
What would?
Why he was so desperate
to get rid of us.
Why he's been hiding
in Aghios Georgios.
What he's been waiting for.
Stratos?
The deal. The big deal.
I must get out
of this house.
You're not going anywhere.
Now, Mark, just lie still.
I've got to go back
to the village.
You're doing no such thing.
You're coming with us
to Athens...
because Mr. Gamble
has already ordered the plane.
Well, he can unorder it.
I can't let Stratos
Mark, please, be sensible.
Help me, Nikky.
I've got to get dressed.
Just tell me
why this woman...
is suddenly
so important to you.
She's
a multi-millionairess...
of doubtful repute...
with one of the finest
collections of jewels...
in the world.
So what?
She'd be the perfect
customer, don't you see?
Stratos can't sell
the Fleet emeralds...
on the open Market.
They're too well known.
I don't knowwhat
the Angel of Eastbourne gave me.
I feel half-crocked.
Now, look...
if you lie down...
and promise not to move...
I'll go and see
if that yacht...
really is the Minotaur...
because there's a telescope
on the terrace. All right?
I'll be right back.
And don't move.
(Dramatic music playing)
Oh...
If you're interested
in the sights, Miss Ferris...
you ought to look
at the Fort.
Now, where are we?
There it is.
NIKKY:
Hmm.The heads of malefactors
were stuck on spikes...
over the gate...
and left there
to blister in the sun.
Oh, how awful.
(Both chuckle)
Well, um,
if you'll excuse me...
I'm just going to...
Yes, of course.
Nikky!
Auntie!
Ohh!
Ohh!
Oh, auntie!
I don't think I've ever
been so furious...
with anyone
in my whole life.
Oh, hello.
I've given the driver
full instructions.
You've been wonderful.
I don't know how
to ever thank you.
It's my job.
As your passport has it...
"To afford
Her Majesty's subjects...
"every help and protection."
Oh! Do be careful.
Oh, he's unconscious.
Do you think
we'll get there in time?
Poor boy.
Everything
will be all right.
Just try to keep calm.
NIKKY:
It's a hearsse!How very bizarre.
I don't think
that's very funny.
Well, it wasn't intended
to be, my dear.
It so happens it's
the only available vehicle...
in which anybody
can stretch out flat.
As long as it gets us
to the airport...
that's all that matters.
Yes, well, I think I'm going
to get in the back with Mark.
Thank you so much,
Mr. Gamble. Good-bye.
Good-bye.
Have a good journey.
Thank you.
Now, you will do
all you possibly can...
to see that that horror
Stratos is arrested?
Yes, of course. Absolutely.
We'll be happy to testify.
Well, uh... I sincerely hope
that won't be necessary.
Good-bye.
Good-bye.
(Speaking Greek)
(Fireworks whistling)
(Marching band playing)
(Driver shouting in Greek)
(Crowd whooping)
Shh!
Please, quiet!
Shh!
We must get off this street.
(Speaking Greek)
Go down there. Oh!
(Shouting and fireworks)
It's all right.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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