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(Cow mooing)

(Cowbell jangling)

(Whistling melody)

Los, los weiter.
Los weiter, schnell.

Komm her da!

- Platz da!
- (# Rousing music from loudspeaker)

- Das ist verboten.
- Is the night train to Basel running?

- Nur für Militär.
- Can't you speak English?

- Bringen Sie die beiden weg.
- The fellow doesn't speak English.

Typical. They put them in uniforms and
they can't even answer simple questions.

Der nächste Zug für Zivilisten
geht morgen.

No train till tomorrow.

No train?

We have reserved seats, my dear fellow.

Well, what do you suggest
we do, Charters?

- I suppose we'd better find a hotel.
- I suppose we'd better.

You know, the...the ill manners and the
inefficiency of this race is abominable.

Couldn't run a whelk stall.

- Hotel. Ho-tel.
- Yes, OK.

Bitte.

- (Charters) Hotel.
- OK.

Schnell weitergehen.

(Accordion playing ländler)

Bring the bags, will you?

- Is this going on all night?
- I sincerely hope not.

Good evening. A room for two
with a private bath, please.

- Facing the mountains.
- And a separate how's-your-fathers.

I'm sorry, gentlemen,
there are no rooms left.

- No rooms?
- Impossible.

This hotel is full. The trains are disrupted
by military movements.

You're welcome, of course, to sleep
on the sofas in the upstairs lounge.

- Sleep on the sofas?
- In the lounge?

Where are going to change for dinner?
Slip into the old soup and fish.

- I don't think he understands.
- Maybe Bavarians don't dress for dinner.

This is no time to be funny.

Excuse me. Can you tell me if
the night train to Basel is still delayed?

It will leave at noon tomorrow, madam.

Oh. Oh, how very unfortunate.

- Third rate country, what do you expect?
- Typical.

(Shouting and cheering)

Mmm! Wrong year,
we'll have to send her back!

Go on, Amanda, bash on regardless.

Do you suppose they're some
of the bright young things

we read about in the press?

Doesn't seem to me they're so very
bright. Nor, may I say, so very young!

- Everything all right, gentlemen?
- Who are they?

- Not British, I hope.
- Probably Americans.

More champagne!

(All shouting and cheering)

Ladies and gentlemen!

It is my pleasure and honour...

to present to you...

- Mrs Amanda...
- (Cheering)

Metcalfe...

Madvani...

Von Hoffstetter Kelly!

Who will favour us this evening...

with one of her world famous imitations.

(Cheering)

Amanda! Amanda!

We want Amanda! Amanda, my love!

We want Amanda, Amanda, Amanda!

We want Amanda!

(Laughter)

(Rants in mock German)

(Men sing patriotic German song)

Excuse me. Will you let me through?
I...I'm a doctor.

She looks uncomfortable.
I'll loosen her clothing.

No, that won't be necessary.

(Doctor) You might have a headache
for a day or two.

Now, you need a good rest -
and no more to drink.

(Bell tolling)

Hello?

Hello?

Bus for the station leaves
in fifteen minutes.

I say, there's a train here
leaves Basel at 21:20.

- Twenty from twenty-four...
- Twenty past nine, that's no good.

No, there's nothing later than last month.

I don't suppose there's
a wireless set hereabouts?

Awful to be left in the dark, Caldicott.

Our communications cut off in a time of
crisis. Last news from home was grim.

- "England on the brink."
- Newspaper sensationalism.

The old country's been
in tight spots before.

London? Mr Salter's call to London?

Yes, hold on, I'll get him at once.

Mr Salter. Mr Salter!

Mr Salter!

Go on, risk it. Go on, go on.

Hello? I say, you in London.

No, no, this isn't Salter. The name's
Charters, we've sent for Salter.

I say, what's happening to England?

Blowing a gale?

No, no, no, you don't follow me at all, sir.

I'm inquiring about the Test match.

The Te... Cricket, sir, cricket.

You can't be in England
and not know the Test score.

- Fellow says he doesn't know.
- Silly ass!

Er, hello, are you there?

I say, could you find out for us?

Oh, nonsense. Only take a minute, what?

Oh, very well. If you won't, you won't.

Wasting my time. Fellow's an ignoramus.

Let's get on the back of the bus
before someone recognises me.

Oh, darling, don't worry.
No one here knows who you are.

Well, they might, so get on.
Go on, darling, quickly.

Bus for the station
leaves in eight minutes.

Good God.

Typical.

Good morning, Mrs Kelly.
You're looking very well. Very fetching.

Actually, I feel fit, very fit indeed.

Madly. Madly fit.

- Would you like to sit down?
- Thank you. Maybe I will.

Just for a minute.

- Where are your friends?
- I don't know. Sleeping, I guess.

They're staying on. I have to leave
for London. Getting married on Friday.

Getting married? Isn't that nice?
Congratulations.

- I've been married before, several times.
- I know.

Did I make an unholy spectacle
of myself last night?

- You could say that.
- You were present?

- I was.
- And you didn't think it was funny either.

To tell you the God's honest truth,

I thought it was the most amazing
exhibition of sheer dumbness

I have ever seen.

This whole continent is going to explode
in about 20 minutes

and what I think would be really dumb is
if it was all triggered off

by a madcap American heiress.

Much-married madcap American heiress
is how I'm referred to in the press.

- Do I know you?
- Robert Condon.

- Photographer for Life magazine.
- Life magazine? How amusing.

They did my coming-out party
at the Plaza.

You weren't one of those cameramen
trying to snap pictures

in the ladies' room, were you?

I'm sorry to say I was unable to attend.

I was being kicked out of Spain
at the time.

- How impressive.
- (Bell ringing)

Last call! The bus for the station
is leaving immediately. Hurry!

God, I hope that maid's finished packing.
I must go and see.

- Mrs Kelly.
- Yes?

It's none of my business
but are you going London like that?

Oh, that? Oh, I can change on the train.

- (Bell ringing)
- Miss Kelly!

The bus for the station
is leaving immediately!

You must come now!

Miss Kelly, we can't wait!
We'll miss the train!

Miss Kelly!

Have them send the luggage on

to Mrs Amanda Metcalfe Madvani
von Hoffstetter Kelly.

No, make that Lady Amanda
Ogilvie-Gore.

You know how they love
a title at Claridge's.

- Or is it the Connaught?
- (Bus hooting)

What is the meaning, Miss Kelly?
You will lose it!

Hey! Bus!

(Amanda shrieking)

(PA) 'Passagiere bitte in den
jetzt da stehenden Zug einsteigen.'

- Fräulein Froy!
- Yes?

- You are Fräulein Froy?
- Yes.

- I have here your ticket.
- Oh.

Oh, but this is for a reserved seat.

How very thoughtful of them.
Thank you, thank you very much.

If this train's on time at Basel,

- we can catch the last day of the match.
- Just hope it's like this at the Oval.

The porter is putting the baggage
on train for you.

I'd like to have my hat case, please.

- Let me carry that for you.
- Danke schön.

God, this place is teeming with British.

Sie müssen sich beeilen,
der Zug fährt ab.

(PA) 'Will passengers for Switzerland
please board the train?

- 'It will stop at Innsbruck, Bregenz...'
- (Whistle blows)

- 'Mullenbach, St Gallen and Basel.'
- (Whistle blows)

'Please close the doors.
The train is ready to leave.'

This is the compartment of the Baroness
von Kisling. All seats are reserved.

Why don't you just dry up
and blow away?

I believe this is my seat.

Here, let me take this.

That's all right. I'll just fold it up
and pop it up there on the rack.

Thank you so much.

- Darf ich Ihnen helfen?
- Nein danke, das schaffe ich alleine.

(Whistle blows)

Hey Sie, kommen Sie her!

Machen Sie schon.

Mensch, wir brauchen Sie.

Wo ist diese Person jetzt?

Unterwegs zum Bahnhof.

(Whistle blows)

Can I do anything to help?

You look as if you've been playing
in a coal bin.

Don't tell me I still have...

Why don't we go and see
if the dining car is open?

A nice cup of tea will settle your tummy.

And we'll stop in the washroom
and wash it off!

By all means.

(Laughter)

I said to them, "Don't you play
in the coal bin any more."

Thank you.

- Oh!
- Oh! I'm sorry.

Do forgive me. Very clumsy.

That's all right.
I'm just waiting for the waiter.

- If I see him, shall I send him back?
- Thank you. Thank you so much.

What a handsome couple.
She reminds me of an actress.

There are more English people on this
train than there are in Piccadilly Circus.

Darling, I do think you're developing
a persecution complex.

The last day in the hotel
was a nightmare.

Skulking in the corridors,

- dinner in our room...
- Well, I am not exactly unknown.

We missed all the fun. Apparently, that
American girl did an imitation of Hitler.

- Really? How lovely(!)
- I wish we'd been there.

I could have done my Mussolini.
I do a splendid Mussolini.

Oh, darling.

Do stop worrying.

I promise you, that poor lady
has no idea who you are.

- Well, it is better to be safe than sorry.
- Mm, yes.

Anyway, isn't it rather nicer to be alone?

Wollen Sie hier Platz nehmen?

They're very friendly, Germans, once you
know them. I've spent four years here.

- Guten Tag.
- I think I'll have a nice cup of tea.

Would you like tea
or some nice warm Bovril?

Whisky. Large whisky and soda, please.

- Whisky and soda?
- Large.

- And a pot of tea?
- Yes. Oh, just one moment.

Er... Would you mind using this?

Harriman's Herbal,
as drunk by a million Mexicans.

"A soothing compound to settle
the stomach and soothe the nerves."

- Are you sure you won't try some?
- I've never been more sure of anything.

It's your tummy,
you know what to put into it.

Just one moment...

Ginger snaps. Would you pop these
onto a plate, please?

And be sure that the water
is really boiling for the tea.

- Certainly, madam.
- Yes.

I don't suppose it's really drunk
by a million Mexicans

but it does make a lovely cup of tea.

- By the way, my name is Froy.
- Did you say Freud?

- (Train roars past)
- Not Freud, Froy.

I'm sorry, I can't hear you.

Froy. Rhymes with "joy"!

Oh, Froy. Froy!

I'm a children's governess
and music teacher.

I've just spent an unforgettable
four years in Bavaria.

Now I'm going back to England.

To Brighton, that's where my home is.

Well, Hove actually,
it's just down the coast a bit.

I work for General von Reider.

Mm, very attractive.

He's such a fine man
and such dear children.

- Ahh.
- I hated leaving them.

But with things the way they are
it seemed best for me to be off home.

Shame. We had such lovely times
together at the castle.

Twenty four in service,
plus five gardeners.

- Really?
- I had a lovely room.

- Like to see a picture?
- Love to.

There it is. There I am,
right up in the north tower.

The ceiling was all painted blue -
like peacock feathers, lined with gold.

And mirrors in the most unusual places.

Thank you.

Would you reserve two places
for lunch, please?

- If you'd care to have it with me.
- If I'm still alive.

Well, here we go.
Once more into the breach.

- Try to make it for the first sitting.
- Certainly, madam.

- Thank you.
- (Caldicott) It's a moot point.

There's nothing moot about it.
The fellow simply was not out.

If it hadn't been for the umpires,
he'd be batting still.

- I do not understand. If...
- I'll show you.

I saw it. I saw the whole thing. Look.

Here's Hutton at the wicket,
there's the umpire, Constantine bowling.

Stollmeyer, Headley, Sealy...

Oh, dear, he's forgot the sugar.

He's at the gasworks end,
so the light was on his right.

Constantine bowls.

- Would you pass the sugar, please?
- Pardon?

May I trouble you for the sugar?

I...

If you'd be kind enough
to pass the sugar.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Don't mention it.

Los, wir müssen uns beeilen. Ab!

(Laughter)

Shh!

- I think I'll take a nap too.
- That's a very good idea.

Cover up with your nice fur coat.
It's lovely and soft.

It is soft, isn't it? Yes.

I was given a squirrel coat
by a woman I worked for

but it was always getting caught
in my bicycle wheel.

Now, you have a good sleep

and then I'll wake you up
in time for a good, hot lunch.

(Whistles)

Danke.

(Mouths)

(Whistles melody)

(Train whistle)

Excuse me.
The English lady that was sitting there,

do you know where she went?

There has been no English lady here.

- Excuse me?
- There has been no English lady here.

You had perhaps a dream.

It wasn't a dream. I'm talking about
the lady that was sitting right there.

We went to the dining car. You
remember, you gave her the chocolate.

- Ich versteh nicht.
- You are, I think, still half asleep.

You went and came back alone.

You don't understand.
I'm talking about the lady.

The English lady in the brown hat.

I was feeling ill and she took care of me.
We went to the dining car.

- She had tea and I had whisky.
- Whisky?

That, no doubt,
is what is making you confused.

If this is some kind of practical joke,
I find it very unfunny.

- Oh, waiter?
- Yes, madam?

- You served me, right?
- Yes, madam.

Remember the lady with the brown hat?
Have you seen her again?

But madam was alone.

Don't be absurd.
Of course I wasn't alone.

She gave you a pack of tea. Something
horrible called Harriman's Herbal.

- You must remember that.
- There was no tea, madam.

Just a whisky and soda.

A large whisky and soda.

Not only that, she paid the check.

I'm sorry, madam,
but it was you who paid.

I have the bill
if madam would care to look.

Never mind. I'll find her myself.

Excuse me, I'm terribly sorry
to disturb you...

Ah, Mrs Kelly!
Which I presume still is your name,

unless you've gotten married again
on the train.

- You're a swine.
- You know Mrs Rose Flood Porter...

- A complete swine.
- ..and Dr Hartz who saved you last night.

Why didn't you tell me
I had that moustache?

My mother taught me it was bad
manners to make personal remarks

and if, "Hey, lady, your moustache is
showing," isn't a personal remark

I've never heard one! Dr Hartz...

Please! I'm delighted to see you
looking well. No trouble with the head?

Clearly just the usual.

There's a woman missing on this train.
I saw her.

Now people keep saying
she was never there!

- Lovely weather we're having.
- Really lovely.

- Oh.
- Really very lovely.

- Quite warm.
- Not unpleasantly so, though.

- I find it very pleasant indeed.
- Very pleasant.

Look! If you wanna talk about
the weather

like a bunch of creeps, go ahead!

That knock on the head last night,
I wonder if it has affected her?

- Imbibes, does she?
- Drinks like a fish.

Blind as a hoot owl, drunk as a skunk.

Disgraceful!

- Mrs Kelly...
- Leave me alone!

- Just take it easy.
- Will you let go of me?

You're hysterical!

Mrs Kelly... May I ask
what exactly was troubling you...

- It's Miss Froy.
- Who?

This very sweet English lady
who was in my compartment.

- Yes?
- We went and had tea.

Well, she had tea, Harriman's Herbal,
a million Mexicans drink it.

I very sensibly had
a large whisky and soda.

- Oh.
- We came back, I went to sleep...

- Passed out.
- Shut up, swine.

When I woke up, she was gone.

And now, everybody says
she was never there, she never existed.

Even the waiter who brought her tea,
even he says that he never saw her.

Now, are they all crazy
or am I crazy or what?

Hmm. Why don't we go and have
another talk with them?

Perhaps it's just a misunderstanding,
something to do with the language.

Come with me.

It's that one.

She speaks English as well as I do,

so go in there, tell her you're a doctor
and that I won't take any more of this.

Er, please forgive me. There seems
to have been a misunderstanding.

Misunderstanding?

Permit me to introduce myself.
My name is Dr Hartz, Dr Egon Hartz.

Dr Hartz? I am the Baroness Kisling.

I'm honoured, Baroness.

And may I present
my American friends, Mrs Kelly

and Mr Condon,
a famous American newspaperman.

The Baroness Kisling.

A great pleasure.
Mrs Kelly and I are travelling together,

though we have not been
formally introduced.

And now, this misunderstanding.

The English lady sitting there,
the one you said you never saw.

I say I did not see her
because I did not see her.

And I did not see her
because she was never here.

What about these other lovely people?

My servants and their daughter.
Ask them if you like.

She speaks no English.

Ähm, sagen Sie, können Sie sich
an eine englische Dame hier erinnern?

Mrs Kelly behauptet, sie wäre gegenüber
einer englischen Dame gesessen,

- die dann plötzlich verschwand.
- Nein.

Did your Miss Froy have a bag
or something?

Yes! A great big leather one.
She kept it right up...

there.

OK.

Well, a lot of other people saw her too.

Those two grumpy Englishmen in the
dining car and those two down there.

Please forgive us.

Sorry to disturb you. Remember
the English lady who fell in here?

(Man) An English lady who fell into
my compartment? No. no, I'm afraid not.

- Come on! I know you both saw.
- This is a little preposterous.

The answer is no. Will you excuse me?

That rat. I'm gonna find Miss Froy
if I have to stop this train!

(Robert) What about the guys
in the dining car?

That Englishman!

You there, Caldicott?
It's Charters. Can I come in?

- What is it, old man?
- It's that American girl again.

- Says she's lost her friend.
- Well, she's not in here.

No, no. She's threatening
to stop the train!

- Oh, Lord!
- We'll miss our connection to Basel.

- This is serious, Charters.
- That's him, that's him.

Hold on, please. I was wondering
if you could help us?

- Help you?
- I was having tea with an English lady.

- You saw her.
- I don't know, I was talking to my friend.

Absolutely.

You were at the next table playing
some game. She borrowed the sugar.

- I recall passing the sugar.
- Then you saw her.

I was in deep conversation.
We were discussing cricket.

I don't see how a dumb game like cricket
can make you forget seeing somebody.

Then there's nothing
further to be said. Excuse me.

- Excuse me.
- "Dumb game like cricket"!

Typical!

You saw her! I know you did!

- Mrs Kelly.
- But they saw her!

Mrs Kelly, please don't
misunderstand me.

I'm not a teetotaller myself. I do,
in fact, adore a drop of champagne.

But would you tell me how much...

I'm not even a little bit drunk!

You wanna see me walk
a straight line? Watch!

- See?
- (Train screeches)

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

- Why are we slowing down?
- I don't know.

(Train whistle)

(Amanda) What is it?
(Hartz) An accident.

Every holiday it is like this.

Last April I was in Klosters
for spring skiing.

First day, a girl went headfirst into a tree.
I spent three weeks operating on her.

In the end I saved her face
and ruined my holiday.

I hope she was very rich
and you charged her a fortune.

I did but it turned out she was having
an affair with the skiing instructor,

the husband found out and refused
to pay my bill. It's a terrible story.

We're stopping. You watch that side.
Make sure she doesn't get off.

Was ist los?

- Was ist geschehen?
- There goes the trainmaster.

Soon they'll all be shouting,
"Is there a doctor on the train?"

Wir suchen einen Mord.

I wish I could imitate your Miss Froy
and vanish.

- Somebody could be badly hurt.
- Yes, of course, you're right.

Excuse me. Here we go again.

- See anything?
- (Robert) Nothing.

That Dr Hartz, he's very sweet. Even if
he did almost call me an alcoholic.

- Why don't you marry him?
- Shut up.

- Every girl should marry a doctor once.
- Watch! Swine!

An automobile accident. The face.

Luckily there's an excellent hospital
in Mullenbach.

I can operate there.

O God, please, this time no amorous
skiing instructor, only a rich husband.

Vorsichtig. Ganz langsam.

(Train whistle)

Not one old lady did I see.

Me either. That means
she's still on this train.

You don't give up, do you?

Why did you lie to those people?

Lie? I just didn't want to get involved
in some sort of inquiry, that's all.

- Inquiry?
- That girl's capable of anything.

If some idiot woman has disappeared
and I'd seen her,

we'd both be called as witnesses,
wouldn't we?

So?

It might be difficult to explain what
we're doing larking about in Bavaria

when your husband thinks
you're on a cruise with your cousins

and my wife is under the impression

that I'm on confidential business
for the Prime Minister in Paris.

Larking about? Is that what we're doing?

Under the improbable name
of Todhunter.

Todhunter's a sweet name.
We had an Airedale named Todhunter.

I'm sure. Look, the last thing we want
is some sort of scandal.

- Is that the last thing we want?
- Yes. Yes, it is.

Oh.

You don't believe me because I'm a girl.
She could be in a concentration camp.

We've heard of concentration camps,
have we?

- Of course!
- This is a great moment.

The social conscience
meets the social register.

Excuse me. You know that lady
you're looking for?

- Yes.
- I saw her.

- She was wearing green tweeds?
- Yes.

- And a brown hat?
- With a feather.

- I saw her with you in our compartment.
- You husband said he hadn't seen her.

He didn't notice but after you'd gone
I remembered quite clearly.

- You actually did see her?
- Yes.

Would you be willing
to make a statement?

- Yes.
- See, dummy? I was right!

Now let's find that Nazi creep and
tell him his train's gotta be searched!

(Horn)

War der Zug pünktlich?

And I told them that we saw that lady
who stumbled into our carriage.

Have you taken leave of your senses?

Oh, darling, look.

If there's a scandal, there's a scandal.
We'll weather it together.

And then, after the divorces...

Divorce?!

You've missed the point.
If there is a scandal,

the Major will divorce you,
I've no doubt about that.

But Iris will never divorce me.
She wouldn't want it.

I wouldn't want it.

When two considerable fortunes
are intertwined,

marriage becomes a very sacred thing.
Very, very sacred.

No, you stick to the Major.
He's a poor thing but he's all you've got.

And frankly without him,
life could be very difficult for you.

- Niemand verschwindet...
- Why doesn't he talk in English?

He's saying it's impossible for a lady
to vanish from a moving train.

I don't care. I want this train searched.

- Hello.
- Ich hab Sie überall gesucht.

- What is she saying?
- They've been looking all over for you,

that your friend has come back.

Come back? Miss Froy's come back?

Why would she lie about that?
Gesundheit.

Danke schön.

- See? Miss Froy didn't vanish.
- Maybe she tried to escape.

- From what?
- From you.

- Why me?
- The madcap heiress can be a pain!

There she is!

Think she'd mind if I ask her
for her autograph?

This isn't Miss Froy.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I know this sounds idiotic
but are you Miss Froy?

Miss Froy? Nein. I'm Frau Kummer.

I've never seen this woman before
in my life.

I assisted you when you were unwell

then when you slept
I went to another car.

When Mrs Kelly awakened,
she kept asking for some English lady.

I did not connect her
with my friend Frau Kummer.

These are green tweeds, are they not?

Yes.

And that is a hat with a feather
and a pin that's like a horseshoe?

Everything's the same. But it isn't her.

The poor child is surely distrait.

Perhaps your doctor friend
could give her a sedative?

I am not distrait
and I do not need a sedative.

I can work this out.

There's an Englishwoman
who claims to have seen you earlier.

As a great favour, madame, could you
come with us just for a minute?

I will come.

Hello. Please forgive me
for bothering you but I'd like to ask...

Hello! I'm sorry
but could you tell us, please,

is this the woman you saw,
who fell into the compartment?

She's not even a little bit like her, is she?

Yes, this is the woman.

Are you absolutely sure?

Yes. Perfectly.

She isn't. She isn't!

Will that be all?

Yes. Thank you very much
and please forgive us for troubling you.

Er, may I?

She's lying. They're all lying.

But why?

Why? Why?

You know, I've been hit
over the head myself.

In Spain, I got too close to a grenade
and when I woke up,

Ernest Hemingway and I were in a poker
game with Karl Marx and Jean Harlow.

Stop treating me like a child! If you really
wanted to help you'd buy me a drink.

- Don't you think...
- No. And I don't need another nanny.

Really? Then why
did you dream one up?

- I didn't!
- That's what you did.

Suddenly your friends aren't there.

You're in a country
where you don't speak the language.

You're a little lonely, a little scared.

So you go to sleep in the compartment
and you dream of a nice British nanny

who's going to take care of you.

Now I'd like...

a nice double whisky
with another double whisky as a chaser.

- Waiter!
- Coming, sir.

- Four double whiskies, please.
- The same for me, please.

Very good, madam.

What did you mean, scared?

- Scared?
- Before, you said I was scared.

Well, I just thought
under all that madcap heiress stuff.

Maybe you're right. Maybe I am.

Not scared exactly.

But a little nervous. I'm 30 soon.
I'll have to get married and settle down.

You're getting married on Friday.

I am but that's just Rupert.
You know Rupert.

- I don't.
- You're not missing a thing.

- Why marry him?
- I always marry for money.

Are you telling me that you married all
those assorted people just for money?

- Mm-hm.
- How could you?

Where there's a will, there's a way.

In this case,
the will was my grandfather's.

When I got kicked out of Brearley
for smoking

and writing obscenities
on the blackboard...

I didn't know any obscenities
to write then.

All I could think of was,
"Miss Farnham was a big cheese."

"Miss Farnham IS a big cheese."

To Miss Farnham.

Grandfather started to get nervous.
To encourage me to settle down

he changed his will so I that I'd get
a million dollars when I got married.

Mummy and Daddy were divorced and
they had me on this miniscule allowance.

So when I met Madvani one night I said,
"Let's get married and split the million".

This is the worst, most heartbreaking
story I have ever heard in my life.

Actually, it turned out very nicely.

Better for me then Madvani. He had
to split his half with his boyfriend.

- With his boyfriend?
- Mm. The marriage was annulled.

But the great thing was, you see,

Grandfather never said
I could only get married once.

Cool million every time.

So you never actually had any...

(Clears throat) ..relations with Madvani?

Relations? He wouldn't let me pick
the fabric for the maid's room!

- What about von Hoffstetter?
- I was wiser by then.

In many ways quite mature.
Hoffy only got 100,000.

- You mean you never...
- Have you ever seen von Hoffstetter?

No. What about Kelly?

He was Daddy's chauffeur.
He was a little different.

In what way was he different?

I don't know.

I said to myself, "Suds, it's ridiculous

"to have been married three times
and still be a..."

So you gave yourself to him.

Body and soul. I loved every minute of it.
All three of 'em.

But he already had a wife
in Perth Amboy, New Jersey.

- Really?
- He's just lucky he didn't go to jail.

Apparently they make
a fuss about bigamy,

especially in places like
Perth Amboy, New Jersey.

In the end he was really very sweet.
Wouldn't take a cent.

Lovely. And Rupert on Friday.
How much is his payoff?

Well, Rupert held out for fifty-fifty.

But he's English and poor
and I keep the title even after the divorce,

so I said, "What the hell,
it's only money."

What the hell, it's only money.

My God, look. There it is.

What?

There, on the window.

- I don't see anything.
- There! Miss Froy!

Froy, on the window. Miss Froy!

It's gone.

- But you must have seen it!
- Seen what?

She wrote her name on the window
after giving the waiter her tea.

You think I'd dream something like that?!

I knew it was a bad idea to order alcohol
on top of your concussion. Just...

I won't "just".
Miss Froy is still on this train.

Don't just sit there like a dummy.
Do something!

Well, if you won't, I will.

I'm gonna stop this train.

Everybody! There's a woman missing
on this train! Miss Froy.

God knows what they're doing to her.
Help me find her, please!

It's neurosis. It's nothing to be
ashamed of, everybody's neurotic.

Luckily for us, Sigmund Freund
just moved to London.

(Shouting in German)

Shut up!

- Aussteigen!
- So's your old man!

- Next stop, out, out, out!
- OK, OK!

I think they're gonna kick you off
at the next stop.

Mr Condon, we shall arrive
in Mullenbach in half an hour.

I shall be getting off there
with my patient.

If you could persuade Mrs Kelly, she
could spend the night in a private ward.

Forget it, Doc. Nobody's gonna
persuade me to do anything.

Now, I wish you'd all leave me alone.

Come back to my compartment.

Will you please just...get lost!

Ich hab gesagt, Sie müssen aussteigen!

- Geht in Ordnung.
- It is good.

Jawohl, Herr Doktor.

Go get some strudel.

The poor child is exhausted.
Why do you not let her rest?

I will make certain she is all right.

What do you think, Doctor?

- I think I will say goodbye now.
- Goodbye?

Goodbye, Mr Condon, and good luck.

I'm booked to London so I'll make sure
she gets to her bridegroom in one piece.

- Very well.
- And thank you.

Don't mention it.

- Bye, Mrs Kelly.
- Goodbye.

- Are you sure you don't mind?
- I am sure.

Watch out for yourself, buster.
Watch out.

- OK, Baroness. Now we can talk.
- Talk?

You're obviously
a very intelligent person, right?

And you know we both saw
Miss Froy, right?

Which means you have
some very intelligent reason

for saying you didn't see her.

I don't understand
why you're being so mysterious.

OK.

You won't talk.

Ten minutes late
thanks to that fool of a girl.

You couldn't put it to her in some way?

- What?
- People don't just vanish and so forth.

- She has.
- What?

- Vanished.
- Who?

That nanny person.

Yes.

- Well?
- I mean, how could she?

- What?
- Vanish.

- I don't know.
- Exactly. People don't just disappear.

- Nonsense. Done every day in India.
- What?

- Rope trick.
- Oh, that.

(Baroness) Hans, mach das Fenster auf.

Jawohl, Baroness.

It was some time
before I could endure one again.

I've ordered a nice cutlet of salmon
and a small leg of lamb.

Peas if possible.

(Rose) ..what the weather's been like.

At least the leaves won't have fallen.
I hate the leaves.

Still, when they're burning
the smell is beautiful.

(Baroness screams)

Thank God, thank God! I know you think
I'm crazy but they're trying to kill me!

- Maybe I am crazy...
- You're not crazy at all!

- ..living beyond my emotional means.
- "Beyond my emotional means"? Good.

I was in my compartment
when the darnedest thing happened.

- What?
- Some rubbish hit the window

and plastered on the glass before
my eyes was a label - a tea label.

Harriman's Herbal.

- Harriman's Herbal!
- A gaudy design in four or five colours.

A strange thought crossed my mind.

An actual thought? Do tell!

"My God," I thought,
"maybe that crazy girl

"with the wild body
and no brassiere is right!"

If there is a Miss Froy
we'd better find her!

That was quite a thought.

It would have been nice if you'd thought
it a couple of hours ago. Let's go!

Miss Froy!

Miss Froy?

- Miss Froy!
- (Shuffling)

Miss Froy... Miss Froy?

Nice, nice. You go back to sleep now,
that's a nice cow.

Well, I guess that's about that.
We've looked everywhere.

Look!

They're Miss Froy's and they're broken.
Must have been a struggle.

That poor woman.

The eyeglasses. They are probably
of the Baroness. I will take them, bitte.

Bitte, bitte, schmitter.

- That's German, isn't it?
- You got the wrong number.

Let go. You just let...

Bop him!

I hit him with my best shot
and he doesn't even blink.

In the movies a shot like that...

Drop him! Give him a Dutch rub!

You get your fist and you rub it
on his head as hard as you can!

I learnt it at boarding school.

(Man screams)

(Amanda shrieking)

The Indian burn! The Indian burn!

You take a person's wrist like this

and you twist as hard as you can and...

it's supposed to paralyse them.

(Yells)

You're better at this. You fight him and
I'll jump up and down and give advice.

That was really very well done!

Thank you very much.

But where would you have been without
the Dutch rub and the Indian burn?

That's true.

- You know something?
- What?

You have very nice legs.

I beg your pardon?

I was just remarking.
You have very nice legs.

In what sense?

In the sense of them
being well formed, shapely.

- Shapely?
- I hadn't noticed because of the dress.

So there really is a Miss Froy, eh?

That nice man out there
did try to kill you.

So it would seem. So it would seem.

Those nice people in the compartment
did try to shove me out the window.

But why are they doing it?
What do they want?

How would I know what they want?
Love, money, power, immortality?

- Would you please be serious?
- Serious?

Look at my hands. They're shaking.
I'm literally trembling with fright.

OK. Time to start choosing up sides.

If there is a conspiracy,
we'd better figure out who's in on it.

As far as I know the whole train's in on it,
except you and Dr Hartz.

Dr Hartz. Right...

Come on.
Let's start collecting our forces.

Dr Hartz is lucky
I didn't go to his hospital.

I wouldn't have paid him and if he'd sent
the bill to Kelly, tough. He hasn't a dime.

Well, he's not there.
I wonder if we should...

Wait a minute. I got a wild idea.

What if that patient in there is Miss Froy?

The patient didn't come on the train
until after she disappeared, dummy.

No, wait, I refuse to be demoted
back to dummy.

- Did you notice anything about the nun?
- No.

I don't think she's a real nun at all.

They're not supposed
to wear high heels, are they?

High heels?

High heels. You're right.

- Actually, she's got great legs.
- Legs again. You have a fetish.

Try to think carefully. Did you actually
see Mrs Kummer get on the train?

- No.
- OK. Suppose, just suppose,

they decoyed Miss Froy
to the baggage car

and at the first stop the patient came on
the train and the patient is Mrs Kummer.

Then Mrs Kummer becomes Miss Froy

and Miss Froy becomes
that thing in there.

Why would they wanna kidnap
a sweet, harmless English nanny?

Maybe she's not.

This is Nazi Germany, war's gonna
break out in about 20 minutes.

Maybe she's a sweet, harmless,
English spy.

A spy?

How exciting.

Excuse me. Do you speak English?

May we take a look at your patient?
We think that she is an Englishwoman.

Schwester, Sister, sit down, relax.
Just relax. Just...

- Listen, Doc...
- Oh, hello.

We now have absolute proof
that Miss Froy's on this train.

Miss Froy?
Oh, the vanishing English lady.

Doctor, you won't believe this
but nutstuff here is right.

And Albert Einstein here thinks
that your patient is our Miss Froy.

My children, what are you trying
to do to me? You can't be serious.

Well, I-I don't know.
It seemed a possibility.

Doc, how about it?
Let us have one little peek.

If it's not Miss Froy,
we'll get out of your hair.

- You want me to remove the bandages?
- No, just enough so we can have a peek.

- Just so we can see the face.
- But there is no face. Please.

That's why I'm getting off at Mullenbach.

I must operate as soon as possible.
I want the blood pressure again, please.

- Have you looked under there?
- Of course not.

The bandages can only be removed
in a hospital.

- One little tiny...
- Please.

If there is a mystery of some kind,
I want to get to the bottom of it too.

There is an empty compartment
next door. I'll join you in a moment.

- All right. But please hurry.
- Of course.

- Right next door?
- Just here.

Do you think you could refrain from
smoking until we are off this train?

- I'm sorry, I'm very nervous.
- I'm nervous too.

There's no point
in our both being nervous.

It's a foolish duplication of effort.

I think the time has come...

to use this.

Order some drinks.

I hope for both our sakes that you
and Catherine know what you're doing.

Yes, try to relax.

In fifteen minutes it will all be over.

(Amanda) Have you got a cigarette?
(Robert) You wanna smoke my pipe?

Now, tell me, really.

What is this?
A practical joke of some kind?

- You are both very young, attractive...
- Can we talk about the nun?

The one looking after your patient.
What do you know about her?

Know about her? Well, nothing.

I was told she's from a convent
close to where the accident occurred.

Don't you think it's funny
that she's wearing sexy shoes?

- She is?
- (Both) She is.

I must be getting old, I didn't notice.

(Amanda) She can't be a real nun.

It's a conspiracy, that's all it can be.

All these people say
they haven't seen Miss Froy.

We found her glasses
in the baggage car. They were broken.

I can't... This is all too fantastic.

- Would you care for a drink? I need one.
- But, Doc...

Please, remain seated.
I've got a bottle next door.

I won't be long.

Dr Hartz is the one who's an alcoholic.

For you.

I think the nun's his girlfriend
and they're trying to run off together.

- Yes, she's probably a German heiress...
- Shh!

In spite of what you've been telling me...

Cheers!

I stole a look at the nun's shoes.

They seemed perfectly all right to me.

Though I must say,
you've both added a certain excitement

to what would have been
a depressing journey.

In the beginning I assumed
it was Mrs Kelly's imagination

but now even you seem
to believe in a conspiracy?

Doctor, against the word of one
demonstrably crazy American girl,

we have a waiter who denies
serving the tea. Waiters can be bribed.

- And the Baroness.
- A Nazi if I ever saw one.

She tried to push me out the window.

- The guy working for her tried to kill me.
- You do believe us, don't you?

I'm very sorry to say so...but yes.

Yes, I do believe you.

The patient is Miss Froy.

(Amanda) How do you know?

What's going on?

In a rightly ordered world,
things like this would not be necessary

but the world is not
a rightly ordered place.

(Robert) What are you talking about?

Miss Froy will leave this train at
Mullenbach and, er...quietly disappear.

No, she won't. I'll make such an almighty
stink you'll never hear the end of it.

With respect, Mrs Kelly,
nobody believes you now.

Nobody will believe you later.

- I believe her.
- Did you actually see Miss Froy?

How can somebody
who seemed so nice...

suddenly be so awful?

I'm doing now what I must do
but with great regret, believe me.

I suggest you sit down.

Sit down!

The drinks you just had
should be taking effect in a moment.

- What?
- They contained hydracine.

That's a new drug which has the effect,
in small quantities,

of paralysing the brain
and rendering the victim unconscious

for a considerable time.

Don't move.

The trainmaster has been told that
you're trying to interfere with my patient

and that under no circumstances
are you to leave this compartment.

He would kill you
without the slightest hesitation.

I must say goodbye.

If we should meet again, I hope it'll be
under happier circumstances.

We're gonna die!

- No! We've simply been drugged.
- We're gonna die!

There's a lady next door about to be
murdered. We must do something.

- I'm sorry!
- Keep moving.

- Do exercises, touch your toes.
- You're not a swine or a dummy.

You're not even... Don't leave me!
I don't wanna die!

Listen! You are not going to die,
we've just been drugged. Take a nap.

I'm not cut out for this hero stuff.

Whoo!

(Grunts)

(Train whistle)

Danke schön. Danke. Oh...

Danke. Wunderbar!

Oh...das war knapp.

Danke schön.

Thank you very much. You don't have -
I forget the word - aspirin?

I have this headache. My hands
are trembling with sheer terror, look.

I'm going to suffer a major cardiac arrest.
Oh, yes, I've been drugged!

- I'm beyond aspirin.
- I put nothing in your drink.

You speak English?
Of course you do, I just heard you.

Unless you memorised
"You have not been drugged".

You... You're standing here
quite literally gibbering!

Right, I fought this huge person,

climbed outside the train and hung
in the tunnel, I've every right to gibber!

There's no time if this woman
is to be saved.

Miss Froy! Are you all right?
Where's Dr Hartz?

Back there, I suppose,
with his aunt the Baroness.

- The Baroness is his aunt?
- Yes, and I'm his wife.

I'm sure there's a very simple
explanation for all of this.

- You're a bunch of Nazis!
- Of course not!

Egon's family are frightened. If it is
discovered that there is an anti-Nazi...

- Concentration camps for one and all.
- No!

Yes. I don't know.

Would you please let me do this?

Miss Froy! Miss Froy, are you all right?

Yes, I'm quite all right.

Oh, but it is nice to see a friendly face.

- Get up. Get up!
- That woman is wearing my clothes.

There's one mean-lookin' Nazi out there
but I could take him.

- What are you doing?
- I'm taking my pulse.

Use this.

Kommen Sie schnell her,
ich muss mit Ihnen sprechen.

Was wünschen Sie?

I keep hitting people over the head
and they don't even blink.

Ahh. That'll keep him.

Good thinking.

OK, let's get out of here right away.

I never really believed we would make it.

I'm not going with you.

- What are you talking about?
- I agreed to help because I loved you.

I still do. But Egon,
why are we doing this?

You know perfectly well why.

All this talk about the General
betraying the family honour.

You're terrified the Nazis
will confiscate your land, your money.

You'd even support Hitler
to protect these things but I can't!

- You're being ridiculous.
- Come with me! We can be together.

I married a wonderful,
courageous doctor, not a murderer.

Please, Egon!

Egon, I think it's time...

What is it?

Bahnhof Mullenbach.

Kurzer Aufenthalt.

Der Schnellzug nach Basel

fährt in Kürze von Gleis 2 ab.

Bahnhof Mullenbach.

Egon!

Careful.

Bitte. Vorsichtig, ja.

They've got the stretcher off the train.

There's the Baroness...

the sweet Doctor...

the nun...

Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay!

It looks like we're gonna get away with it.

What's the matter? What is it?

(Countess) We must go at once.
We must move!

Open the bandages.

Open the bandages.

Why don't they start the train?

Germans can't leave the station
until somebody gets somebody

to sign something
that doesn't mean anything.

Where is she?! Where is she? You fool!

Blunderer!

Sie, ich muss unbedingt
den Vorsteher sprechen.

Bitte folgen Sie mir.

- Eintritt verboten.
- Heil Hitler.

What is going on?

- Berger, kuppeln Sie die Wagen ab.
- Jawohl.

Helfen Sie ihm.

Man muss die Wagen
unauffällig auf ein totes Gleis schieben.

Reden Sie nicht, tun Sie was!

- Stellwerk? Wagen auf Stumpfgleis 3.
- Stumpfgleis 3.

(Train whistle)

Es bewegt sich.
Hier spricht ein Offizier der SS.

'Tun Sie, was Ihnen befohlen ist.'

- Aber das ist gefährlich.
- 'Sofort.'

Jawohl. Zu Befehl.

Scheiße.

Was ist los?

The ambulance has started.

(Robert) There it goes!

- Miss Froy?
- Miss Froy! Are you all right?

- Are you all right?
- (Laughing) Yes! Oh, do forgive me.

This reminds me of a party we had at
Staffordshire House in Gloucestershire.

We were playing a game of sardines.

The butler and I were hiding in
Lady Beddington's wardrobe

and we found this bottle
of Haig and Haig amongst the shoes.

- Miss Froy, we made it!
- Yes.

- We made it!
- Yes! Well, you know what they say.

"Patience and fortitude

"got the snail to Jerusalem."

- Who's the gun?
- Mrs Kelly!

- I have a confession to make.
- You do?

In spite of your ridiculous hair,
I find you strangely attractive.

Don't just sit there, dummy.

# Gimme a little kiss

# Will you, huh?

# And I'll give it right back to you #

Excuse me.

Just going to go and powder my nose.

Be right back.

Excuse me.

Excuse me but the most extraordinary
thing seems to have happened.

- We've lost the rest of the train.
- I beg your pardon?

I don't quite know how to describe it.

Well, the rest of the train,
it's just not there.

Oh, my God. They have uncoupled us
from the rest of the train.

Miss Froy, it's time you told us who
you are and why they're after you.

Condon thinks you're a spy. If you are,
you can trust us. We won't tell a soul.

A spy? Oh, don't be so silly.
I'm on my way home to Brighton.

Hove, actually, it's down the coast a bit.
Are we still in Germany?

I guess so.

Do you think there's anybody else
left on the train?

Well, there's this car...

and the dining car - but there wouldn't be
anybody on there now.

It's tea time, I think you'll find
that all the English people are there.

- There, you see.
- Hm?

She's turned up after all.

- The luck must have stuck.
- Storm in a teacup.

Listen to me, ladies and gentlemen,
please listen.

An attempt has been made
to abduct this woman by force.

- What's he nattering on about?
- They've uncoupled us

from the rest of the train.

- Uncoupled?
- They don't abduct people

and they don't uncouple trains. You've
made this entire journey unbearable.

- Hear! Hear!
- What is this nonsense?

- Don't be such a drip! Go take a look!
- Drip?

If this is a practical joke,
I warn you, I shan't think it very funny.

Good Lord, he's right, Charters.

Uncoupled us?
What will have they done with the bags?

- (Mrs Todhunter) Someone's coming.
- Good heavens, it's Helmut.

But he appears to be a Nazi.

(Miss Froy) He is.

Well, they can't do anything to us.
We're British.

How do you know him?

He's the eldest son
of the family I worked for.

Ladies and gentlemen...

I would like to apologise for this delay.

I can only assure you that it is
a matter of extreme seriousness

and that the security of my country
is involved.

- Speak up!
- You have, on the train,

a woman travelling with a British
passport, under the name of Froy.

She is urgently wanted for questioning...

If Fräulein Froy

will come with me now,

the train will be rerouted

and you will be across the Swiss border
in a matter of minutes.

Miss Froy, what is going on?

Oh, there must be some mistake.
Helmut's just being silly.

He had tea with us in the nursery
all the time.

Miss Froy, you should leave the train
without further delay.

Ladies and gentlemen,
you are on German territory.

I am making a perfectly legal request.

Turn over the woman to me now

or, much as I regret it,

we will board the train

and take her by force.

I think you ought to go with him.
There's obviously a misunderstanding.

Once they've sorted it out they'll put you
on the next train with their apologies,

probably their blessing.

He might look like a music-hall usher
but that's an SS uniform he's wearing.

Miss Froy is staying right here.

Evelyn, how did we get involved
in something like this?

- What do you think you're doing?
- Sorry.

I'm overly excited. I haven't had
one of these in my hand before.

- I thought you were a big deal in Spain!
- I am a photographer.

I take pictures of other people
shooting guns.

(Helmut) You have exactly one minute.

If you do not, I cannot be responsible
for what will happen.

Anyone who wishes to leave the train
should do so now.

(Todhunter) Well...

Im Wald verstecken.

(Todhunter) It's simple,
they just want to talk to you.

It would seem sensible
to cooperate with the authorities.

I absolutely agree.
We are guests in this country.

(Rose) And such very odd people.

I got a great idea.

Why don't we give Miss Froy
to the Nazis?

It'll save us all a lot of trouble.

Mrs Kelly is getting married,
the ladies have ordered dinner at 7:30,

you guys'll get to your game on time and
I'll have a picture story for Life magazine.

Probably get a great bonus.

(Charters) I had a nanny once,
called Smithers.

Used to hang a card around my neck,

saying, "Jeremy kicks".

Splendid woman, you know. Splendid.

I'd better go and give this chap
our answer.

Senior member and all that, you know.

Now, look here.
We have no intention at all

of handing over
Miss Whatever-Her-Name-Is,

so just be a good chap and clear off.

(Man) Halt, halt, halt!

- Halt!
- Raus!

Weiter!

- Would you mind, old man?
- Not at all, old man.

- Looks like they mean business.
- (Gunshot)

That really is the last straw. We'll never
get to the match on time now.

Angreifen!

(Gunshots)

- Got any more ammunition?
- Just what's in the gun and these.

- (Gunshots)
- Right, pile the...

Pile those chairs into a barricade.
Take refuge behind them.

You're behaving like a pack of fools!

What chance do you think we've got
against a lot of armed men?

Pacifist, eh? Doesn't work, old boy.

The early Christians tried that,
got thrown to the lions.

- I'd rather...
- (Gunshot)

- Give it to me!
- Stop it!

- What's the trouble?
- He's got a gun!

I will not be a party to this sort of thing.
I don't believe in violence!

You'd better give that to me.
I once won a box of cigars for shooting.

I was a damn fine shot.

Excuse me, Mr Condon? Would you
mind if I talked to you for a minute?

Could it possibly wait a minute?
There are people shooting bullets at us.

No, I'm afraid it can't. It really can't.

I'll hold the fort.

- I must tell you, I really have to go now.
- Go where?!

To Switzerland, it's right over there.
Thank you for trying to help.

I have a message
for a Mr Callender in Whitehall.

- She is a spy!
- I'm not!

I'm acting on the instructions of General
von Reider, Helmut's grandfather.

The General says it's vital
that this message gets through.

So in case something silly happens,
would you deliver it for me?

- What's the message?
- I have no idea.

All I know is I have to go Mr Callender
in Whitehall and sing this song.

# La-la-la-la, la la la,
la-la-la-la, la laah, la-la-la-la...

She's gone off her rocker.

(Miss Froy) # ..la la, la-la

- # La-la-la-la, la la la...
- (All) # La-la-la-la...

- (Singing continues)
- Not a good time for a choir practice.

- (High pitched) # La!
- # La... La!

- # La-la-la-la-la
- # La-la... La-la-la

- # La-la-la-la
- # La-la-la-la... La-la-la-la #

See? I got it.

(All singing)

If we get through this
we'll go into vaudeville together.

Thanks. I won't forget that.

- (Amanda) You can't go out there!
- C'est la guerre!

(Gunfire continues)

- Do you think she's all right?
- I hope so.

She's a British nanny.
They're indestructible.

We have to start the train, get back to the
main line and ram it across the frontier.

That's a tall order. The drivers aren't
going to do as we tell them.

- We'll use this. Who's coming?
- Me!

No, baby, stay here.
Be a good girl and roll some bandages.

With a little luck
we'll get the train back to the station,

you're gonna have to jump out, switch
the points in the direction of Switzerland.

- Righty-ho.
- Come on, let's go.

- I'm gonna put a stop to all this!
- (Gunfire and screaming)

Nicht schießen!

Please! Could we just be sensible...

(Gunshot)

(Screaming)

(Gunfire continues)

Reach for the skies, we're taking over!

They must have hopped it with
the rest of them. Can't say I blame them.

- Have you ever driven one of these?
- Not since I was a kid.

Good Lord.

- We've done it!
- (Shrieking)

They've started the train!

(Shouting, indistinct)

We're going home!

Have you any idea
how to stop this contraption?

I imagine it's a matter of doing
a reverse of what I did to start it.

I expect you're right.

(Caldicott) The points are just ahead.

Where the blazes is Charters?

- Time I did my bit of point-changing.
- You're wounded!

Was ist jetzt los? Er kommt zurück.

Good grief! It's that girl!

(Caldicott) Hold it!

- Not yet!
- Wait till we pass!

(Caldicott) Hold onto it!

- That's right. Good girl. Hang on.
- Hold it! Just hold it!

Pull!

Towards you!

Pull it towards you!

(Screams)

Come on, kiddo! Come on!

Come on, I'll pick you up!

(Screams)

Come on, baby, you can make it!

Come on, faster!

Faster! Come on! Come on!

Well done, old thing! Well done!

(Porter) Where's that to, sir?
(Caldicott) The Oval.

- With any luck we should be in time.
- Yes.

(Paper seller) Hitler's message.
Read all about it.

News, Star and Standard.

- (Sighs)
- News, Star and Standard.

Next year, old man.
There's always next year.

- If there is a next year.
- Quite.

Well, I'll say goodbye then.

Goodbye. I'm sorry about your hanky.
I'll have it laundered and sent round.

I've got another one.

Taxi!

(Rose) Shouldn't we talk
to the stationmaster about the luggage?

Never mind about the luggage,
I shall never leave England again!

(Both) # La-la-la-la, la laah, la-la-la-la... #

(Amanda) It's Rupert!

- Oh!
- You mean you're not gonna marry him?

- What about the million bucks?
- It's a real problem.

I simply have to marry somebody.

Amanda, I'm willing to marry you

but taking the million dollars,
it's against all my principles.

If you wanna marry me
you'll have to take it!

- Where to, guv?
- Whitehall.

Look, if I take your million dollars
you're gonna my boss forever.

A man shouldn't take money
from his wife.

They should share what they earn.
I don't believe in dowries or...

- Who are we supposed to see?
- Callender.

- Mr Callender, please.
- Would you wait?

- It's very urgent.
- Maybe you can break Grandfather's will

but Mummy and Daddy have tried
and they can't.

- You're gonna have to like it or lump it.
- OK! I lump it!

- You lump it?
- I lump it!

- Then let go of me.
- I can't. You're holding onto my elbows.

Oh, my God! My mind went blank.
I forgot Miss Froy's tune!

- The tune!
- # La-la-la-la

# La la la la la la laa... #

No, no, no!

# Da da-da-ta-da da-da da-da-da-da
da-da-da da da #

- # Da-da-da da-da-da... #
- (Piano playing melody)

(Miss Froy) # La-la-la-la la la la

# La-la-la-la la laah

# La-la-la-la la...

(Both) # La la-la la la la la la la #

How lovely!

- The tune went right out of my mind.
- I never thought we'd see you again!

(# Theme music)