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These
are four brilliant criminals

at the climax of their
most magnificent effort.

This effort began six
months ago in Portoverto,

where we were all to
board the ship for Africa.

And they were my... associates,
In a quest for uranium,

an element not one of
them knew the first thing

about except they'd heard
you could get dough for it.

Big dough.

Who, I mean, what do
you suppose they are?

Businessmen, does it matter?

Well, if we're going to be
on a small boat with them

for weeks and weeks.

I only said they might
be from the pageant.

Harry, we must
beware of those men.

They're desperate characters.

What makes you say that?

Not one of them
looked at my legs.

Good morning, Mrs. Dannreuther!

Good morning, Billy boy!

Care to join us in the stove?

Stir up the liver,
sweat out the toxins,

help nature to help you?

Wouldn't dream of it.

Really, Billy.

You mustn't be so frank
with Mr. Peterson.

If I were to treat him with
more than common politeness,

he'd misunderstand and
try to push me around.

Mr. Petersen is a bully.

Billy, Did you see this?

That man in London
has been killed.

What man?

Paul Vanmeer, a high ranking
official in the Colonial

Office, was stabbed to
death early this morning

by an unknown assailant
outside a club in Soho.

This is the third
crime of violence

to occur in that vicinity
within the past month.

What is it, Billy?

In Heaven's name, Billy.

Say something.

You understand, of course,
that Peterson arranged this.

It seems there's
been a lot of violence

around there lately.

Oh, don't pretend to be a fool.

But look, Billy.

This happened early
Tuesday morning.

We'd all left London
well before that.

What about Jack Ross?

What about the galloping major?

He only... I thought
he only stayed behind

to get this phone
call from Mombasa.

If it came through, he'll
be here this morning.

Well?

Don't get so excited.

Don't jump to
unpleasant conclusions.

Jump?

They might as well
have drawn a map.

Why was Peterson
worried about Vanmeer?

What made him think
he was dangerous?

He was afraid Vanmeer
wouldn't stay bought.

And afraid he'd get the
wind up after we'd gone.

He had visions of him trotting
upstairs to his superiors,

announcing I have
certain information

that certain persons are
paid certain sums of money...

Don't talk so loud, Billy!

to obtain the legal rights
to certain mineral supplies!

That Indian, that
Roger or whatever

he was that you worked
for in the old days,

he killed a lot of
people, didn't he?

Ah, but he had a better style.

Besides, he was
out for a kingdom.

Half the size of France.

What's the difference between
that and millions of dollars?

We must think of
the future, Billy.

This is our big chance.

It may be our last.

Except for Mr. Peterson,
we couldn't even

pay last night's hotel bill.

Where are you going?

I'm going down to a cafe,
drink a lot of Pernod,

and listen to the band.

You won't make a fuss, will you?

It doesn't do to make a fuss.

You have to think of
the main objective.

Naturally it doesn't
do to be fussy.

It's your move, Gwendolen.

Gracias.

Luggage is in there.

Bring it up.

Hey, look, the desperadoes.

Shh.

Not quite in our
contract, Billy.

Hard liquor before noon?

I'm celebrating.

Celebrating what?

The safe arrival of the major.

He came galloping
in a minute ago

looking tired but satisfied.

I take it his mission
was accomplished?

Yes, but it's getting on
for lunchtime, gentlemen.

I'll see you later, Billy.

Your move, Gwendolen.

Gwendolen, it's your move.

Oh.

Check.

Blast.

Are you sailing on the Nyanga?

- Africa bound.
- So are we.

- My name is Chelm. This is my wife.
- How do you do? My name is Dannreuther.

How do you do.

Are your friends sailing too?

The whole kit and caboodle.

You're a very mysterious
group, I must say.

Really, Gwendolen.

How so mysterious?

Well, for one
thing, you all appear

to be of different
nationalities.

It's your move, Gwendolen.

Check.

I have a theory about
you and your friends.

Correction, my associates.

As a matter of fact,
I think you're doctors.

Evil ones, I mean.

You're going to the
heart of the jungle

where a human life
is cheap to perform

costly experiments which require
the sacrifices of thousands

on the altar of science.

You must excuse my wife.

She has a very
lively imagination.

Checkmate.

I don't know how you expect
me to play a decent game when

you keep talking all the time.

Harry's been all
out of sorts today.

Usually he's a wonderful loser.

Good morning, Mr. Dannreuther.

I bring you the
captain's compliments

along with the sad news that
the sailing of the Nyanga

has been postponed.

Now look here.

This boat is definitely,
most definitely, scheduled

to sail at 2400 hours.

Scheduled, Mr. Chelm, but
not, I fear, destined to do so.

Propeller gone or
is the captain drunk?

Oh, of course the
captain is drunk.

But the real trouble
is with the oil pump.

Well, it's not good enough.

Simply not good enough.

Quite right, sir, but
you're putting it too mildly.

The present oil pump
is no good at all.

Well, how much
delay does this mean?

To locate, bargain
for, purchase,

and install a new
one will require,

I should say, more than a
day, less than a fortnight.

Utter hopeless inefficiency.

Only it isn't the
oil pump at all.

Just making an excuse to hang
about and pick up extra cargo.

Guns or opium?

I wouldn't be surprised if she
turns out to be a smuggler.

What a miserable
place to be stuck in.

Squalid, fifth-rate port.

Ever been in Portoverto before?

No, I don't know this
part of the world at all.

I thought not,
otherwise you wouldn't

be so upset about staying.

Magnificent country.

Ruins to visit by moonlight,
fine stretch of beach.

Back there in the hills, one of
the few spots left in the world

where you can get
decent food and drink.

It's called The Blue Pavilion.

I insist you give me
the pleasure of having

dinner with us tonight.

- Oh, that's awfully kind of you, but...
- Us?

You and your associates?

My wife and me.

The committee?

Oh, Mr. Chelm, I want you
to meet a friend of mine.

This is the galloping major.

The Committee wants
you to toddle round.

- OK.
- Right away.

- I'll be along.
- Better toddle.

I said I'd be along.

They don't like
to be kept waiting.

I'll lay on a car.

We'll meet in front of the hotel at six.
Arrivederci.

Dannreuther.

An American, I suppose.

Anyway, I quite like him.

Time.

Twenty-four hours in the day.

1,440 minutes for somebody else
to get busy on the same idea

as ours.

We ought to have got
a plane and flown out,

as I said from the start.

You remember I say this, O'Hora?

My name is not O'Hora.

It is O'Hara, you hear?

Mr. O'Hara.

Yes, Mr. O'Hora.

But you remember I said it?

I said we ought to take a plane.

Time, time, what is time?

Swiss manufacture it.

French hoard it.

Italians squander it.

Americans say it is money.

Hindus say it does not exist.

You know what I say?
I say time is a crook.

If we took a plane, we'd
be there inside 15 hours,

instead of who knows when.

I don't want to hear any
more talk about flying.

The sky's for the birds.

My feet are on the ground.

Both of them.

Come in, Billy boy.

What's all the fuss about?

No fuss, Billy.

We're merely
wondering what course

to pursue in view of
this unfortunate delay?

Join the peasants in their revels,
go to church, write your memoirs.

Very funny.

I like an associate of mine
to have a sense of humor.

A good laugh does more
for the stomach muscles

than five minutes
setting up exercises.

And now that we've
had our moment of fun,

and all the better for it,
let's get back to the question.

Doesn't this delay
call for a cable

to your friend in British East?

Mustn't send cables.

Can't you get it
through your head

that the population
down there has

trained noses that
can smell a uranium

deal like a cat smells fish?

But aren't you afraid,
Billy, that when

our little party doesn't
show up on the date

you said, aren't you
a teeny bit afraid

that your friend might use
that as an excuse to begin

negotiations elsewhere?

If my friend were
looking for an excuse,

he'd find a better one
in the morning papers.

What do you mean?

I'm talking about the
untimely demise of Paul Vanmeer.

I'm appalled, Billy.

What an unwholesome opinion you
must have of your colleagues

to imagine that we...

Look here, Peterson.

You don't have to
convince me of anything.

You don't care what I think
as long as I don't do anything

about it.

And I won't unless
you ever decide

to sic that knife-happy
little junkie on me.

Watch yourself, laddie.

Now Jack.

Behave yourself.

Sit down.

For shame, Billy.

I think you owe an apology
to everybody in this room.

And if you're half the
gentleman I know you are,

I'm sure you'll make it.

As I was saying, Peterson, you
have nothing to worry about.

My friend won't pull out
unless I tell him to.

And for purely venal reasons,
that's the last thing

I have in mind.

Jack, give Billy a light.

What a wonderful car.

It looks as if it had won the
Grand Prix d'Elegance many years ago.

Oh, it did. It was built for Oriposo.
You know, the bullfighter.

He had it made this way so he
could stand up and take bows.

He only got one ride in it.

Bequeathed it to
me on his deathbed.

Well, here's to Oriposo.

I hope you like champagne.

You mean it's yours?

Well, I gave it to
my former chauffeur,

the fat bandit in
the front seat.

Harry, look at that
wonderful villa.

Oh, that was Bertie Crampton's.

Oh, you mean Lord Crampton,
in Gloucestershire.

His family acres marched
hand-in-hand with ours.

Gloucestershire.

The cathedral towns.

Trout-fishing.

Garden parties.

What a beautiful life.

You know England well.

Emotionally, I am English.

I serve tea every
afternoon with crumpets,

and I've always kept up my
subscription to Country Life

and to Tattler.

The trouble with England, it's
all pomp and no circumstance.

You're very wise
to get out of it.

Escape while you can.

I'd hardly describe
myself as escaping.

It simply so happened
that a relative

of mine, first cousin
actually, who died recently

happened to be the owner
of a coffee plantation.

Africa is the place now.

You talk about the diamond
boys, the gold boys.

They just skimmed a
little off the top.

Potential mineral
wealth of Africa

has hardly been scratched.

Now there is a villa.

Big.

Oh, that's the Villa Capriccio,

famed in song and story, a three
star attraction in Baedeker.

- Whose is it?
- The banks own it now. It used to be mine.

- Yours?
- Yes.

I brought old Charles
over from Fouquet's.

You know, the old
Fouquet's, to run it for me.

Then when I decided
to pull up stakes,

I bought him this
restaurant we're going to.

Least I could do to
show my appreciation.

Well, here we are.

Charles!

Charles!

Wait here a minute while
I route old Charles out.

He doesn't even know we're
in this neck of the woods.

He must think we're
extraordinarily naive.

Knew all those people.

Owned that vast villa.

Bought this place because he
liked the fellow's cooking.

What utter balderdash.

Ah, perhaps he did.

I beg leave to doubt it.

Did you notice his wife?

She seemed to me a rather
sensitive little woman.

Really embarrassed
by all that rot.

I am sorry, Senore.

As you see, we are closed.

We do not open for
another two months.

Charles, what
the devil's going on.

This place is falling
to rack and ruin.

The place is closed.

We shall have to dine
in the hotel after all.

Monsieur Dann!

Monsieur, Monsieur Dann!

Madame.

Why did you not let me
know you were coming.

You did not say you
were with Messr.

Dann.

Nothing is closed to Monsieur Dann!

- It's good to see you again, Charles.
- It's been too long, Monsieur Dann!

Not since the night
you left the villa.

Remember your farewell party?

I don't think I'd have
a chance to forget it.

Remember how in the morning

we escorted you to the
train with violins playing

and everybody cried like when
a king you love very much

leaves his country.

Aren't you dressed yet?

Do I appear to be dressed?

Do dress, do hurry.

It's a most wonderful day.

And Billy wants us to drive
out and see his villa.

His former villa.

Obviously I can't go.

I've got a chill on my liver.

Miserable place to be ill.

And you forgot to pack
my hot water bottle.

You packed it.

Gwendolen, I
distinctly remember...

Hello.

Oh, hello.

No, I'm afraid we can't.

Harry has this wretched chill...

Now give me the telephone.

Chelm here.

Yes.

Quite.

Absolutely.

A hot water bottle.

That's very, very
good of you, old boy.

Look here, Dannreuther.

Would you mind very much
if my wife went alone?

She enjoys this sightseeing
sort of stuff, you know.

Splendid.

Splendid, I'll send her along.

You know, Wendy, nowadays, you
simply cannot afford to dismiss

people just because
they're not one's sort.

One has to try and
bridge the gulf.

After all, it's a new
world we're going into.

One's got to take
it as one finds it.

Take it, use it, master it.

You know, I've seen
Americans on the street

and in the cinema of
course, but I've never

talked to one before.

Are you a typical American?

I think it's important
that I should know.

Why important?

There are two good reasons
for falling in love.

One is that the object
of your affections

is unlike anyone else.

A rare spirit such
as Lord Byron.

The other is that he's like
everybody else only superior.

Harry, for instance, is
the very best of a type.

Well, if you must know
I'm a typical rare spirit.

How long did you live here?

The longest I've ever
lived anywhere is two years.

When you were a child, didn't
you have a mother and a father,

and a house and a
street in a town?

No, I... I was an orphan until I
was 20 and a rich and beautiful

lady adopted me.

You know, I've changed
my mind about your

being an evil doctor.

You're off to keep a rendezvous
someplace in Africa sacred

to the tribesmen.

You're going to
found a new empire

and make yourself master
of the riches of the world.

But you need a
beautiful blonde queen

to impress the natives
as the incarnation

of the Queen of Sheba.

That's why you're
making a pass at me.

Am I?

Of course.

I don't generally go
sightseeing with strange men.

You don't believe that, do you?

Oh, I believe anything you say.

Do you?

Well, you shouldn't, you know.

You really shouldn't.

- Mr. Chelm?
- Yes?

It's I, Mrs. Dannreuther.

Maria.

Oh, come in.

Tea for two and two for tea?

Now, that's most
awfully kind of you

and you shouldn't
have troubled, really.

- Billy told me you had a chill.
- A bit of one. On the liver. Too tiresome.

- Milk of course.
- Of course.

I feel I should
like somehow to do

him a good turn of some kind.

You do?

- Well naturally.
- Oh, I see. Naturally.

I think it would be nice if... if you
were able to do something for him.

Help him along.

Give him the benefit
of your advice.

Delighted, of course.

For instance?

Oh, something with business.

He was very pleased
with that tip

you gave him on the
way home last night

about the gold shares.

I've forgotten what I told him.

What was it?

I don't remember either.

I was listening to your voice.

I wasn't listening
to what you said.

You see, if you
were helping him,

it would be so much easier
for us to be together

a lot out there in Africa.

Well, has he any
head for business?

Why, he's simply brilliant.

I wouldn't have thought it.

But of course he is.

You don't suppose I'd
marry a ninny, do you?

If you imagine
that Harry's simply

going to Africa to plant coffee,
you're very much mistaken.

In point of fact...
In point of fact,

coffee is the least
of Harry's interests.

In point of fact, the
land he is acquiring

is extremely rich in
certain minerals,

minerals which are indispensable to the
production of atomic energy.

Harry's land simply
teems with uranium.

It wouldn't surprise me to see
him become the uranium king.

So you see, my husband
isn't such a ninny

as you may have imagined.

It might very well be worth
your while to go in with him.

The potential mineral
wealth of Africa

has hardly been scratched.

That's what I was
telling you last night.

Well of course.

It's a well-known fact.

Billy boy.

Have a happy day?

- Very.
- I'm so glad.

What an attractive
woman Mrs. Chelm is.

Is that what you called
me over to tell me?

Who are the Chelms?

They're English, going
out to British East.

They have a coffee plantation.

Any money in coffee?

No, but there's a
type of Englishman

goes off to coffee plantations
without caring whether there's

any money in it or not.

Relatives leave them
coffee plantations

and they go out to them.

But why this sudden
interest in the Chelms?

I just like to know who's
making friends with my friends.

Well, now you know.

You know, if I
ever leave you, it

will be for someone of
the type of Harry Chelm.

Well, bully for you.

I suppose that
type of Englishman

is like a story I once heard.

An English gardener in England
was showing some Americans

one of those wonderful
English lawns.

And all because
they wanted to know

how to make a lawn like that.

And this English gardener said...

He said all you have to do
is get some good grass roll it

every day for 600 years.

I heard that story
before you were born.

Englishmen tell it when they're
feeling down in the mouth.

You just don't
understand the Chelm type.

You're not even listening.

You never do.

Someday I'll say goodbye and
you won't hear that either.

One day I shall really meet
my type and run off with him.

And you'll be simply amazed.

It's possible.

George Moore said, I learned
it by heart years ago,

He said that each great
passion is the fruit

of many fruitless years.

George Moore was a very
distinguished English writer,

you know.

Except that he was Irish.

Cheer up, sugar.

When I make a
million on this deal,

I'll buy you an
old English lawn.

One we can roll up
and take with us.

Billy, good morning.

And what's a wide-eyed
Irish leprechaun

doing outside my door?

Why do you always make
jokes about my name, huh?

In Chile, the name of
O'Hara is a tip top name.

Many Germans in Chile
happen to be called O'Hara.

Good morning, Mr. O'Hara.

Madame, my respect.

Perhaps Mr. O'Hara would
like something to drink?

Yes, maybe perhaps a
little whiskey, huh?

Very weak, please.

What's this visit in honor of?

Oh, I just wanted to have
a little talk with you.

OK, but make it fast.

Fast?

I give you my word, Billy.

I... I give you my
word, I feel, to you

like... like an older brother.

It's not so much the
difference of age.

It's... it's probably... yes, the
reason is because... because I

come from a culture which
is so much older than yours

in my country.

A child, six years old,
is older in his heart

than you will be at... at 60.

It smokes, it drinks,
it philosophizes.

At this rate, I'll be 60
before you get to the point.

The point.

The point is that
Peterson, Ravello,

myself, we are the
principals in this case.

We are in with the money.

We cannot switch around and
turn and... but an agent...

It's easy to imagine that
he could conceivably...

Doesn't feel himself quite
as irrevocably committed

as... as Peterson.

We're fellow
passengers, I believe.

Not quite yet, wouldn't you say?

True, sadly true.

By any chance, you...
You don't happen

to have seen your Mr.
Dannreuther about?

I don't think Billy's up yet, it's not
11:00, he's rather a late riser.

But he said... he said...
well, anyway.

I shouldn't put too
much stock in what

Billy says, particularly
when he's had a few drinks.

It's not that he means
to break his word.

He just forgets
that he's given it.

Charm and dependability so
seldom go in one package.

There are exceptions, of course.

Your husband, I imagine, his
manner and behavior is one.

Oh yes, very.

Well, quite, I mean.

I'm so looking forward
to meeting your husband

and having a chat about Africa.

By all means.

I understand he's in coffee?

You make it sound
like a total immersion.

The part of Africa
we're going to

is due for some pretty
important changes.

In my opinion, things
will be booming out there

before you can
say Jack Robinson.

I do hope there won't
be too many changes.

It's completely
unspoiled, I hear,

with some of the loveliest
scenery in the world.

I can't imagine anything more
lovely in the way of scenery

than to have a few acres
of gold and diamonds

cropping up on a piece of
land I bought for a song.

Heaven forbid.

It seems there'd be big ugly
holes everywhere and grey

horrid machines instead
of lovely scenery.

Anyway, I don't think
my husband worries

much about money and
business, that sort of thing.

Really?

I mean, to appreciate my
husband's point of view,

one has to understand
his background.

Those lawns.

Hundreds of years in the making.

Those immemorial elms.

Those walls hung with
family portraits.

Generations of them.

Those great echoing galleries
where so much English history

is being made.

Taxes must be terrific
on a place like that.

What would people like the
Chelms care about taxes?

With their kind
of money, I mean,

when a family's being a power in
the city of London for so long.

One of the great
financial families.

Power in the city?

You mean... oh yes, of
course, one of those Chelms.

I'm surprised you
know about them at all.

Very few people do.

They prefer to work
behind the scenes.

I find it rather hard to believe

that a man in your
husband's position

would go to Africa just
for the coffee planting.

You're very quick, aren't you?

In point of fact, he isn't.

In point of fact, he has
a very special reason.

So I suspected.

It has to do with sin.

Sin?

Since the war, my husband's been

almost exclusively concerned
with spiritual values.

He feels that if you
can get away there,

in the heart of Africa,
he will come face

to face with essentials.

He wants to work out
the problem of sin.

- Sin?
- Why yes, of course.

Isn't that what we're
all most concerned with?

Sin?

Gwendolen, what
are you doing here?

I thought we were supposed
to meet on the beach.

Harry, I
want you to meet Mr...

My name is Peterson.

I've been having the most
delightful talk to your wife.

She tells me you're... you're
interested in spiritual values.

I myself am vastly concerned...

Harry, we'd
really better be going.

You'll excuse us, Mr. Peterson.

What have you been
telling that man?

Oh nothing, Harry.

He got on the
subject of religion

and I just happened to
mention that we usually

go to church on Sunday.

Billy, I think it's high time
you take stock of yourself.

Can you truthfully say about
yourself, I, Billy Dannreuther,

have acted fairly and
squarely to my associates?

Huh?

But of course he
can, Mr. O'Hara.

- Everybody knows Billy's the soul of honor.
- Shut up, sugar.

Perhaps he is the soul of honor
and perhaps appearances are deceiving.

You mind telling me what it is
I'm supposed to have done?

Nothing. It's your conduct.

Your conduct doesn't... your
conduct does not inspire confidence.

And confidence, Billy, is
the most important necessity

in an undertaking of our kind.

One may be completely
innocent, but if one's accents

invites suspicion one
might as well be guilty.

To be trustworthy is
not more important

than to seem to be trustworthy.

Billy, have you done
something you shouldn't have?

Tell me, Billy.

Tell me the truth.

My conduct.

Who do they think I
am, their hired man?

But you are, you know.

You are their hired man.

How good and kind
of you to remind me.

How good. How true.
How kind.

Oh, I say, Dannreuther, good to
see you. How about a drink?

Well, I...

Oh come on, my dear fellow,
let me buy you a drink.

Oh, Gwendolen.

Don't forget to send
one to Aunt Beatrice.

Can't understand it.

Gwendolen distinctly said
she'd join me on the beach

and I come back and find her
sitting there in that cafe.

Extraordinary creatures, women.

Well, let's drink to them.

Pernod.

Scotch.

Come on, you tiny little wreck, have
a drink. We're drinking to women.

Take the drink, but won't
join you in the toast.

Glass of Irish.

Women.

Hitler had the right idea.

Keep them in their place.

Kleine Kinder Kirche.

Babies and the kitchen.

Say what you want to about
Hitler, he had his points.

- Come, come.
- This generation's had its chance.

Hitler, Mussolini,
those are the men.

Now is the age of the barbarians.
The world's going up in smoke.

I say let it come,
get it over with.

Well, if you don't mind,
I'd like another year or so of worry.

Worry?
Just one minute, laddies.

I've just two or three words to say to you,
laddies, and that's don't worry.

Don't ever worry.

I'm in the position to
know secret information.

The Rosicrucians, the great white
brotherhood, the high secret orders.

But you have no faith.
You must have faith.

Faith in power,
secret power.

Men who guard the trusts from the
deepest insides of the whatchamacallit.

Mystic rulers, all one club chained
together by one purpose, one idea.

Mankind's champions,
follow me, Billy?

Oh, why of course.

This generation's had its chance.
Hitler, Mussolini.

I can't stand here
and permit you.

Are you interrupting me?

Relax, Jack.
Have another drink.

I simply want to state that things don't
happen to be what certain people imagine.

An officer may find
himself strapped for money

and he may undertake
certain things

which in other circumstances
no, absolutely no.

Absolutely.
I mean, absolutely no.

In the old days, I specifically
told people of your ilk

to buy their own drinks.

Poor old Jack.

I'll teach you.

I'll teach you to insult an
ex officer of the Indian Army.

Well, are you yellow?

The bar.

- You're Major Ross?
- Right.

Ross here.

Right.

Right again.

- Come along, the committee.
- Saved by the bell.

I've never heard such rot in my life.
Sin, ah, sin!

All I could do was to keep a straight
face. No, I am certain of it now.

These are two very clever
and dangerous antagonists.

Sit here and help me close this.

But how would they possibly
know what we are up to?

Great interests like the
Chelms have ways and means.

Yes, and I'm convinced
they're out to get us

even before we get started.

We must get ahead of them.

Time has entered the
picture in a new way.

Do not forget the time
factor, gentlemen.

It always enters the
picture in the end.

I'm sending a cable to London.

I want full information
on those Chelm interests.

British Africa too.

Check up on his interests there.

Every time the plane lands I'll
try and reach you by telephone.

Keep me informed of
the latest development.

Dannreuther, that lying, swinish,
rum-swilling double-crosser.

What pleasure...

No, you can't at the moment.

We need him.

Right now we need that
swinish, lying, double...

Did I hear my name?

Rub-a-dub-dub,
three men in a tub.

Tub?

Oh.

There's been a change
of plan, Billy boy.

You and I are
leaving for Africa.

How's that?

You and I are flying to
Africa by the next plane.

What's happened, Peterson?

Must be something important
to get you on a plane.

Perfectly simple, Billy boy.

Trouble with the oil pump
and the general uncertainty

about when the Nyanga
will sail forces

me to sacrifice my
personal comfort.

I'd prefer to fly
rather than run

the risk of arriving too late.

There's also such a thing
as arriving too early.

What do you mean by that?

Well, the land doesn't
come up for auction

for a couple of weeks.

My friend can't make
his move until then.

If we sit around British
East all that time,

somebody's going to start
wondering who we are

and ask questions.

Is that your real
opinion, Billy,

or are you just looking
forward to a long sea

voyage with the attractive
Mrs. Chelm as your companion?

Or perhaps you have
even other reasons.

Such as?

That's for you to know
and for us to find out.

You'd better get
your packing done.

Billy?

- Where are you going?
- Off to Africa. Flying.

Just like that?

Aren't you even going
to kiss me goodbye?

I wish.

- Don't say it.
- What?

That you which we'd never met.

You'll be coming on
the boat and in Africa

we'll get together and...

I think I hate you.

Letting those revolting
men order you about.

Don't deny it, I've watched them.

They treat you like a servant.
They say hop it and off you hop.

I know what it is.

They have a hold on you.

Some black secret
that could ruin you.

What makes you think that?

Oh, it happens all the time.

My old Spanish nurse told
me that half the people

in the world would be
ruined at once if everyone

told what they knew.

But couldn't you have
them done away with?

You must know plenty of people
who could bump them off?

It'd probably cost
a good deal, but it

would be worth it certainly.

Oh, it's not impossible except that
afterwards I wouldn't have any money.

This way I stand to make a lot.

- Millions?
- Maybe.

Then perhaps your
connection with those men

isn't quite so
undignified as I thought.

Those millions, would
they be pounds or dollars?

Oh, either way suits me.

That's very careless of you.

The state of the
pound is so uncertain.

You must think in
terms of hard currency.

Maybe I should hire you
to handle my affairs.

You could do worse.

I'm awfully intelligent, really.

Coming along, Billy boy.
The car's waiting.

If we can't go faster than this we'll
miss the plane. Press on. Press on!

Try posting.

Push, push.

Come on.

One, two, three.

Driver! Driver!

My car!

My car!

My beautiful car!

You did that on purpose!

- What?
- You planned it that way.

I know what you're up to.
I know everything.

I know about the uranium
on the Chelm's land.

The Chelm interests
in the city of London.

- The what?
- You heard me, the Chelm interests!

I take it your information
comes from a reliable source.

It does, from Mrs.
Chelm herself in fact.

Aha! Magnificent.

Simply magnificent.

You must pay me back for
the loss of my beautiful car.

If you weren't a
benighted jackass,

if you could see as
far as you could spit,

you'd see there's no such
thing as the Chelm interests.

You'll have to do better
than that, Mr. Dannreuther.

- Very much better than that.
- Don't believe me! Check with London.

If you find out it's anything more than
a down-at-heel Gloucestershire squire,

you can have my
services for nothing.

You mean Mrs. Chelm
is an unqualified liar?

Well, let's say she uses her
imagination rather than her memory.

You will make restitution,
will you no, Mr. Dann.

- Either the money or a new car.
- Why, you fat bandit.

I gave you the car
in the first place.

How I came by it
is beside the point.

The fact you gave it to me doesn't
make it any the less mine.

- Shut up.
- That's right.

Threaten me.

It is not enough that you
destroy my beautiful car.

Now, you will...

Stop!

More than anything, I want
Billy to make a grand success

out there.

As you care so much about money,

I should have thought
you would have

left Billy for some rich man.

I shouldn't think Billy
would mind, really.

I mean, neither of you
are in love or anything.

Gee, you are a strange girl.

Of course I love Billy.

Actually, I adore him.

And Billy loves me very,
very, but very much.

That's why I trust him with
his little unimportant amours.

And what does he
say about yours?

But darling, all
husbands like their wives

to seem attractive to other men.

Be sure you explain
that to Harry.

I'm going back to the hotel.

Mrs. Dannreuther.

Maria.

I have, I'm afraid... I have
some shocking news for you.

The boat is not going at all?

There's been a
terrible accident.

Your husband's car
drove over a cliff.

The people on the bus
saw it fall into the sea.

It seems almost certain that...

What is it?
What are you trying to say?

He's saying that Billy is dead.

It's become necessary to
redistribute the stock in our company.

Stock? Stock?
What good is the stock now?

We can't deal with
Dannreuther's friends.

Not without Dannreuther.

All the effort.

The money.

Everything went over
the cliff with that car.

Ravello.

You forget the English are
very sentimental people.

I tell you, there is nothing
that Billy's friend will not

do for his widow.

And in black, she's a
very touching figure.

Poor Maria.

You really have had
a wretched time.

You are very understanding.

If only there was
something I could do.

Just now if you could
bring an aspirin.

- I have a headache.
- Don't move. Just you wait there.

I'll be back in a moment.

Mussolini, Hitler,
and now Peterson.

A great man, a great loss.

I'm going upstairs
and read my Bible.

Why all the gloom?

Maria has a headache.

What's the matter with you?

Go away.

My dear girl, I'm as sorry
about Dannreuther as you are.

But after all, it isn't as if he
were one of our oldest friends.

I was in love with him.

He was a very
pleasant acquaintance.

What did you say?

I was in love with him.

Really, darling.

Have you no control over
your romantic fantasies?

I loved him!

Can't you hear me?
I loved him! I loved him!

Oh rot.
You're just dramatizing again.

By George, you were
right after all.

I did peg it.

Oh, what shall I do?

I feel as though
I were drowning.

He's dead.

He's dead and I'm left
with a fool like you.

I tell you what to do.

Have a bit of shut eye.

You'll wake up in an hour
feeling your old self again.

And there'll be no
more silly stories

about for a
middle-aged roustabout.

So...

Oh, please go away.

I'll just take these to Maria.

Mr. Chelm?

This is very important for
you as well as for myself.

Yes, well, get on with it.

There is now an
opportunity for you

to secure enormous profits
with virtually no risk.

I won't beat about the bush.

Our purpose...

For you, as Billy's
widow, it will

be very easy to persuade
his friend in British East.

And for capital, we have Chelm.

I do think you have been
misinformed as to my interests.

What's the matter
with all of you?

Somebody dead?

Your car.
It went over a cliff.

We thought you'd
both been killed.

Dannreuther, I'm delighted
to see you're alive,

but your wife is in
a fainting condition.

You mean you're not dead at all?

Obviously I'm not dead.

I knew you weren't dead, I knew it. And I
counted thirteen backwards thirteen times.

My old Spanish nurse said if you did
that a miracle would happen.

And you see it has.

Ladies and gentlemen, I
bring you the glad tidings.

The captain is sober and the
SS Nyanga will sail at midnight.

Pull! Pull!

He can't seat everyone.

What can have happened to it?

My dispatch box, where is it?

A black tin box, this size.

What have you done with it?

I told you to take the
most particular care of it.

I shall not go on board until
my dispatch box has been found.

Having trouble, Chelm?

Nothing that I can't cope
with myself, thank you.

He says he put it in your
cabin, whatever it is.

Idiot! Why didn't he say so
in the first place?

See, look.

What's happened to Harry?

He's been giving me the
fish eye all evening.

- Oh?
- What is it?

Perhaps it's because when
I thought you were dead,

I told him I was
in love with you.

You what?

I couldn't help it.

- It made you seem less dead.
- And?

Oh, he didn't believe me.

He thought my nerves were upset.

Sort of delirium.

He thought it quite a joke.

The idea of my
inventing a love affair

with a middle-aged
roustabout like you.

That's what he called you.

Well, now that I'm
back in the flesh,

he'll begin wondering about
that delirium of yours.

I suppose seeing you alive is
different from thinking of you dead.

Just great, cooped up on that
tub with a suspicious husband.

Billy.

- Let's not go.
- What do you mean?

I'm asking you to
run away with me.

Now.

What about the millions
in hard currency?

What's happened to you?

I thought you were my
shrewd little manager.

I've changed my point of view.

I thought we'd get
to Africa and you'd

make your fortune and
everything would be wonderful.

But now I think
it's all too risky.

Too many things can happen.

- I want us to cut and run for it right now.
- You really mean that?

- With all my heart.
- Oh no. That's impossible.

- Why?
- Well, for one thing, Mrs. Dannreuther

might not go for the idea.

She's not quite as
sophisticated as you are.

Please, Billy, listen to me.

I've thought it all out.

We'll take the bus and
catch an express for some...

No, no. The shot's
not on the table.

Do you not love the way I am?

If I loved you a thousand times
more than you say you love me,

it still wouldn't
make any difference.

I've got to have money.

Doctor's orders are that I
must have a lot of money.

Otherwise I become
dull, listless, and have

trouble with my complexion.

But you're not like that now
and you haven't any money.

It's my expectations
that hold me together.

You really mean that,
don't you, darling?

Sure I mean it.

And your main reason
for wanting lots of money

is so that you'll be
ever so attractive

and I'll love you more and more.

That's right, baby.

I'll help you, Billy.

I can, too.

I'm something of a witch.

My old Spanish nurse said I
could have been professional.

Don't look now, but
they're raising the gangway.

The sea air. Ozone.

What a pity we can't
bottle it, gentlemen.

What a fortune we'd make.

Neptune's mixture.

Now, breathe deeply.

Remember every breath is a
guinea in the bank of health.

Good morning, Chelm.

Why, that's good.

Very good, indeed.

I didn't know you were an
artist, Mrs. Dannreuther.

I'd hardly call myself that.

I only dabble.

The nose is not enough long.

The ears are too small.

He only has one eye.

Now come along, gentlemen.

We must not dawdle.

Blow the man
down, bully, blow the man down.

Blow, blow, blow the man down.

Blow the man down,
bully, blow the man down.

Good morning, Mrs. Chelm!

Let's hope she breaks her neck.

Blow the man down, bully.

Blow the man down.

Blow the man down, bully.

Blow the man down.

Blow, blow, blow the man down.

Blow the man down, bully.

Blow the man down.

Give me some time to
blow the man down.

Mr. Peterson?

Mr. Peterson. A radiogram.

No Chelm estate Gloucestershire.
Stop.

No landed gentry Chelms.

What do you make of that?

He's not a
Gloucestershire squire.

Like Billy said.

Just as I was beginning to
take Billy at his face value.

Yes but, if he's not what Billy
said then... then what is he?

We are at see again, gentlemen.
In more ways than one.

Mystery, more mystery.

Billy is a liar.

Heaven only knows what Chelm is.

CID maybe.

You borrowed my thought.

Work to do.

Work to do.

The time has come
for direct action.

You remember last night
when we came on board?

The fuss he was making
about his dispatch box?

I love colors.

Working with them is
an endless puzzle.

Your face, for instance.

Ten minutes ago, it
was all brown and pink.

Now the light has changed
and it's chalky white.

What?

Tinged with green.

Green?

It must be getting rough.

Just a little.

Don't break the pose.

I don't feel very well.

I think I'll go below
and take a pill.

- It's incredible. Harry Chelm is just...
- Just Harry Chelm.

Nothing, nobody.
A ruddy refugee from Earls Court.

With a hot water bottle.
Look.

And a letter of introduction to
the Secretary of the Governor.

The Secretary, mind you.

Disgusting.

Purser, my box.

A bit up and down,
isn't it, sir?

- It's gone.
- Oh yes, indeed.

Major Ross took it.

I saw him sneak it
out of your cabin.

I like to keep my eye on
what goes on aboard the ship.

Where did he take it?

I believe Mr. Peterson's cabin.

In fact, I'm sure.

Ah.

Now may I ask what
explanation you have to offer?

He forgot his hot water bottle.

- Billy.
- Come in.

Billy, have you
heard what's happened?

I haven't seen
the paper in days.

It's not funny.

They've stolen
Harry's dispatch box.

Who stole his dispatch box?

That dreadful-looking Major. He took it
to Peterson, they went through it.

Well, it's all your fault,
I suppose you know that.

- My fault?
- With the poppycock you've been peddling.

All that junk about the Chelm interest
in London, uranium on your land.

Well, in a way you're
the one to blame.

I'm the...

I mean, you acted so superior.

I was falling in
love with you and I

couldn't bear for you to
think I was just nobody.

Married to the son of a
boarding house in Earls Court.

The son of a what?

A boarding house.

That's what Harry's parents do.

They run a boarding house
for decayed gentle folk.

But the way he talks,
the way he acts.

I thought that...

It's just that he sees himself
in a place in the west country

with trout streams and horses.

Leading the life of
a country squire.

It's not his fault if
people take it for granted

that he has a place like that.

He's never once
said that he had.

Well, country gent,
son of a boarding house,

or whatever he is, I suppose
I'd better get his box back.

Oh he got it back himself.

So there's no harm done.

Except that Harry's
gone to the captain.

He's going to have
them put in irons.

He is what?

He says that's what they
did in the Royal Marines.

Look here, Skipper.

There's a perfectly simple
explanation for all this.

I happen to own a dispatch box
which is very similar to Mr.

Chelm's.

When I didn't find
it in my cabin,

I asked Major Ross to see if it
had been stowed away somewhere

else by mistake.

The Major found
what he thought was

my box in the saloon
with some other luggage.

The box has been in my
cabin ever since we sailed.

Under the berth.

As soon as I saw
the box, of course,

I realized at once
that it wasn't mine.

I simply opened it
to find out to whom

it belonged so that
I could return it

to its rightful owner.

I can't conceive why
this gentleman should

imagine I should be interested
in a box containing patent

medicines.

I'm not a hypochondriac.

Purser, tell the
captain exactly what

you told me about the box.

Why sir, you asked
me whether I'd seen it

and I said it might
be the one I'd

seen being carried along
the passage by Major Ross.

You distinctly told
me that you'd seen

it being taken from my cabin.

Oh, you must have misunderstood.

You were rather ill at the
time if you remember, sir.

That's all, Purser.

He's been bribed.

He's in league with
these criminals.

Just a case of a
misunderstanding.

That's how I look at it.

Now what about a little cognac
to wash away any ill feelings?

I don't care for a drink.

And let me assure you that this
matter is far from settled.

While rifling through
my personal effects,

I feel certain that
you must have noticed

I had a letter of introduction
from the Secretary

of the Governor.

I suspect he'll be much
more interested in what

I have to say than this
gin-soaked so-called ship's captain.

You mind your tongue!

Any more insults, you're
the one I put in irons!

As far as I'm concerned,
this is a closed incident!

Look, Chelm,
you've got your box back.

Why don't you forget
the whole thing?

What possible interest do you
expect the colonial office to take in it?

On the contrary, I expect them to show
considerable interest in a gang of crooks who are

trying to swindle the country out
of vast uranium deposits.

Just one moment, sir.

What leads you to believe...

This gentleman
obviously hasn't seen

fit to inform you that
during your supposed demise,

he attempted to lure me
into your nefarious venture.

Unfortunately for
you, he acquainted me

with all the pertinent facts.

Facts which I intend
to communicate

to the proper authority at
the very earliest opportunity.

I thought you were dead!

That's what they told me.

Everyone told me you were dead.

And if you were dead, we had to
have fresh capital, didn't we?

You, Ravello.

My own partner.

Sneak up behind my back
and try to cheat me.

The milk's spilt, it's no good crying
over it. Get after him, Billy.

Calm him down, talk to him, and see
if you can't get him to change his attitude.

I'll try, but I don't
think it'll do any good.

I don't know why we have to
worry about Chelm's attitude.

Talk's no good.

Conversation never
convinced anybody.

I say put an end to words.

Shut up, Jack.

The time factor has
entered the picture again.

This time, fortunately,
it's working on our side.

Two weeks before we reach port.

That should be plenty of time
to convince our friend, Chelm.

I beg you, please
end all this trouble.

If things go on, either
you will be done away

with before we
ever get to Africa

or you will leave and announce
Peterson to the authorities.

And that will be the ruin
of all my plans and hopes.

In the long run,
you'd do much better

to get clear of these people.

They are thoroughly undesirable.

The long run. I'm tired
of the long run.

I am not even
thinking about them.

Or about myself.

It's only you that
concerns me, Harry.

No need to worry about me.

Ever since I met you,
you feel my thinking.

You are becoming an obsession.

Don't you understand, Harry?

I am deeply in love.

Maria...

my dear.

Only you could make a
woman feel like this.

All I want is to be in
your arms now and always.

You forget I'm going
to be done away with.

Oh, no no.
It will be easy to arrange.

What you must do is this.

You will write me a letter.

A love letter.

You will tell me that you cannot
denounce Peterson because then

I would suffer too.

Because you love me so much,
you cannot bear to hurt me.

Such a letter they will
believe if I show it to them.

My dear girl, you
must see that this

is quite out of the question.

I don't propose to
make compromises.

Not compromise, Harry darling.

But you can see if
you cause trouble,

the whole of our plans... my
plans, you would not want

to make the innocent suffer.

It would be much better if
you don't interfere, Maria.

I must handle this as I see fit.

Then you intend to go
ahead with this business?

Tell stories and
ruin everything?

It'll be much better if you
cut loose from these people.

No happiness can come
from such an association.

Harry, I'm asking
you not to do this.

Please, write a letter.

Then there will be no trouble
for you, no trouble for us,

no risk when we get to Africa.

I'm sorry, my dear.

We English are a
very pigheaded lot

You think you can
get away with this?

But Maria. My dear,
good Maria, listen...

First you make love to me.

Now you tell me
you will ruin me.

You'll forgive me, but
it was you who made...

Oh, shut your trap!

Go on. Do what you like!

You think you are
such a brave man.

I'll tell you what you are.

You are a heel!

What the blazes now?

What's happening?
What's going on here?

The oil pump's on the blink.
The electricity's failed.

Utter folly. A ship lying
in darkness this way.

We might well be
rammed at any minute.

I'll tend to this myself,
which way is the engine room?

The passengers are not...

I'm sure your chief engineer would welcome the
advice of an ex officer of the Royal Marines.

Look here, you fool.

Are we simply
abandoned to our fate?

I insist on
something being done.

- For instance?
- Well, give out the life belts.

Organize the boat drill.

The clientele are
requested to remain calm.

To remain calm?

Does the captain feel no
sense of responsibility

for the lives of his passengers?

It's my opinion that
the captain doesn't feel

much of anything at the moment.

You mean to say he's drunk?

The fellow ought to be
made to walk the plank.

I'm afraid just now
he cannot walk at all.

- This is outrageous!
- Oh, sit down, old man.

What have you got
to worry about?

We're only adrift in an open
sea with a drunken captain

and an engine that's liable
to explode at any moment.

Perfectly ordinary situation.

Happens every day.

But just in case any of you
are still at all anxious,

let it be known that Mr. Chelm
has taken charge in the engine room.

Who's taken charge?

Harry. And he'll
foozle it for sure.

Shall I get out the hymn books?

Your husband claims
to have learned

all about the engine
and such things

when he was an officer
in the Royal Marines.

If you ever was.

In point of fact, not
only was he an officer,

but he once won a medal for
jumping into a sea of fire

to rescue someone.

It was only a bit of
wreckage, not a man.

But that wasn't Harry's fault.

Just a slight error in judgment.

Oh. The lights, they come on.

He must have fixed it.

- Impossible.
- The engines are turning.

We are underway.

I still say it's impossible.

Ladies and gentlemen,
may I have your attention

for a moment?

I am happy to inform you
that the oil pump is now

in perfect working condition.

Putting it right was
no great accomplishment

for anyone with the
slightest mechanical bent.

Anyhow, we may now proceed without
further delay and in absolute safety.

Oh, Harry. You did, you did,
you foozled it.

Chelm! Forward please.
The captain wants to see you.

There you are. You tear it.
You wreck my beautiful ship!

Nothing of the sort.

Some scallywag down there
sabotaged my work out of pure malice.

You explode my engine!
I'll break your bones!

Keep your head, boys. Let's all
behave like little gentlemen.

Stay out of this, Dannreuther.
I can handle a brute.

What happens now?
Do we get the life belts?

Do we abandon the ship?

There's no immediate danger.

The passengers will please
to return to the saloon.

We're heading for
the nearest port

and there seems to be some
chance of our making it.

Come along.

- Now who was last down?
- Blast.

Billy boy, be a good fellow
and make a fourth in Bridge.

The Major has no head for cards.

A few rubbers will
soothe all our nerves.

No thank you, I'll soothe mine
with a double scotch.

In fact, I think I'll make it a triple.
No ice, no water.

- Right, sir.
- How about you, dear Mrs. Dannreuther?

A little Bridge?
- Oh, so sorry.

I have the most
fearful headache.

I think I'll go to my cabin.

Oh, what a shame.

Well boys, we'll have
to make it cutthroat.

What about Harry here?

Maybe he'll take a hand.

That, under the circumstances,
is a most unsuitable

suggestion.

Gwendolen, I must ask you to
either move to another table

or else leave us alone.

Oh Harry, for Heaven's sake.

I don't care for my wife to associate
with an associate of criminals.

Don't be absurd.
Billy is not a criminal.

He's the best friend
we have on this boat.

- We're not in need of such friends.
- You need any friends you can get.

The only thing standing between
you and a watery grave is your wits.

And that's not my idea
of adequate protection.

Uh, Purser.

How much longer before
this ship reaches port?

If we ever do get
to port, it should

be within 14 or 15 hours.

That's a long time.

Sit down, make yourself
comfortable, have a drink.

Enjoy the Major's piano recital.

Come on, Peterson.

Buy us a drink.

I'm afraid I
can't accept hospitality

from persons who I intend in
a few hours' time to denounce

in a place of justice.

Two spades.

I admire your
sang-froid, Mr. Peterson.

Or perhaps you don't
think I'm serious.

We shall see.

Three clubs.

Gwendolen, are you
going to do as I say?

Not when you speak
to me in that tone.

Not when you try
to order me about.

In that case.

Where are you going?

On deck where the
air is less polluted.

Purser.

Four tonics.

I think you'd better
go after Harry.

Why should I if he's going to be
so childish and unreasonable?

Take my advice. Go to him.
Stay with him.

I suppose you think we
should keep up appearances.

The loyal wife at
her husband's side.

No, Billy.

I'm experiencing something
that is rare and beautiful

and I shall not deny it
either by word or by deed.

I love you.
Let the whole world know it.

I love you, I love you.

Keeping up appearances
isn't exactly what I meant.

Then why do you want to
send me tagging after Harry?

He's been such a
deadly bore tonight.

Deadly, but not dead.

Not yet.

What do you mean?

They killed one man just
because they thought he

might try to get in their way.

Now handsome Harry here is certain
to blow the whole thing wide open.

They killed a man?
Really?

Who?

Just a man.

For all Harry's being
too, too tiresome

and my loving you
to distraction,

I still wouldn't want
to see him done in.

He has some perfectly
darling traits, really.

I mean like always
remembering one's birthday.

No, we simply mustn't
let anybody murder Harry.

Well, keep him in your cabin.

Never let him out of your sight.

Keep him under lock and key.

Oh, Billy.

That awful music.

It's so loud.

It comes right into our cabin.

Peterson, tell the
Major to soft-pedal it.

And while he's about it
he might change the tune.

Oh, don't you like it?
It's one of my favorites.

I'm afraid he doesn't
know any others.

Do you, Jack?

Major!

Do I hear the lady screaming?

One down.

Stop them!

Stop them!

What happened?

Oh Billy, all that screaming,
I thought someone had been killed.

- Well, someone nearly was.
- Indeed they were, look at the Major.

Better get a new act, Peterson.
The curtain's going down on this one.

Every time I turn my
back, someone makes trouble!

The passengers break the engine,
they beat each other with their fists

- and they throw each other overboard!
- That man attacked me.

You! You again!

If I socked him,
it was in self-defense.

He came sneaking up behind me and
tried to run me through with his sword.

- Is that true?
- Well...

It's no use, Billy.

I'm not trying to protect
Harry any further.

I may as well tell
the whole truth.

Captain, it grieves
me to confess this.

But in point of fact, my husband
has an illness of the mind.

The medical word
for it is paranoia.

On occasion, he displays
homicidal tendencies.

The psychiatrists say it's
because he believes people

are plotting against him.

And so he strikes back
and tries to kill them.

Gwendolen!
For Heaven's sake, woman.

What's the meaning
of this treachery?

Believe it or not, Harry, I'm
doing it for your own good.

He knows. He saved my life.
He'll tell the truth.

I wouldn't contradict the lady.

You wrecked my ship!

You tried to kill
the passengers!

But I'm the only sane
person on this ship!

They're conspiring against me!

Let me go! I'll kill all of you!
I warn you, Captain!

Poor Harry. It's awfully sad.

We've tried everything
to cure him.

Take your hooligans off me!

How dare you lay hands on me?

You hooligans!
I'll have you put in irons!

You'll be the ones in irons!

Good. We'll have no
trouble from you.

Scum! Mongrels!

I'll bring you to
book, every one of you!

Every man jack of you!

After all, it was
the only solution.

Harry is safely
locked in his cabin

where those beastly men
can't do him any harm.

On the other hand, he can't
say or do anything now

to interfere with your making
that fortune in Africa.

I mean, the authorities
would hardly

listen to the ravings of
a lunatic, would they?

They won't even let
him off the boat.

Well, in that case,
he'll just have

to stay shut up for a few weeks.

It's a bit hard on the
old boy, don't you think?

Yes, but after you've amassed
all those African millions,

we'll make it up to him.

We'll buy him a country
place in Gloucestershire

with some rough shooting
and a trout stream

like he's always wanted.

Maria will marry him, perhaps.

She seems to have a very real
feeling for English country

life.

And everybody lives
happily ever after.

Especially us, Billy.

Boat stations, everyone.

Prepare to abandon ship!

What's going on?

I believe, sir,
that we are sinking.

Boat station, everybody.

We are sinking.

Harry! Harry, open the door.

- You must! The ship's sinking!
- Here, get back.

We simply can't leave
without finding out

what's happened to Harry.

Maybe we'll run
across him out there.

He's a strong swimmer, isn't he?

Do you really think...

I don't say we will,
but it's possible.

Anything's possible.

Harry!

Harry!

- Where do you suppose we are?
- Africa.

- What part of Africa?
- Yes, that's important. What part?

It's not a bad place to land.
No customs. No forms to fill out.

Tell us at once where we are.
It's important I know.

You mean to say there are parts of the dark continent
where you won't be received like the prodigal son?

- Arlio.
- What's that?

Arlio.

Better get down, everybody.

Get rid of your passports, boys.

Mrs. Chelm, Billy boy.
My identity must remain a secret.

Arlio. What's that?

It was a company that sold
arms to the Arab legions.

Wait a minute.
That rings a bell.

Some of the equipment we
sold them was defective.

Been too long under the water.
The Gulf of Leyte.

The Arabs claim they lost the war
because of rusty guns and dud ammunition.

For Heaven's sake, be quiet.
If you go on like that, I'll be...

I'll see you drawn
and quartered.

Are you going to allow them
to bully you in this way?

Why, it's simply...

Shocking.

Harry wouldn't
have let them do it.

He had a sense of dignity.

I have a sense of survival.

Billy.

What's going to happen?

Do you think they
will torture us?

Just like them try it.

I'm a British subject.

I wouldn't say it too loud.

We ship wreck.

Big boat go down.

Bottom ocean.

We take little boat.

Row all day.

Row all night.

Savvy?

Only one way to
deal with this swine.

Walk up to them and
kick them in the belly.

Show them who's boss right away.

We sight land.

Your land.

Praise Allah.

Come ashore.

Suddenly, boom boom boom.

No good way to treat
shipwrecked people.

You will please to hand
over your passports.

There seem to be four missing.

Will those who have not
handed over their passports

hold up their hands?

All left on board
ship, your excellency.

A terrifying experience.

An incompetent crew.

A burning ship.

Put overboard in a small
boat in dead of night.

What was the name of the vessel?

The SS Nyanga.
She's a Portuguese ship.

I will investigate whether such a ship
has been reported lost at sea.

Well, does it stand to
reason, your excellency,

we should come to this
shore in a small boat

if we'd not been shipwrecked.

Our country is in
a state of unrest.

Oh, I am sorry.

Agents of certain
foreign governments

sometimes try to enter it
by stealth, hoping to fan

the flames of revolution.

Therefore, we track carefully
on the activities of strangers.

Surely, your excellency,
in our case one look

is sufficient to convince
you of our innocence.

No.

One look is not enough.

If you think we're the
enemies of your country,

the logical thing
is to boot us out.

Send us packing by the first
available boat or train.

We shan't object.

We've got important
business elsewhere.

Where is elsewhere?

Central Africa.

And what sort of business?

Vacuum cleaners.
Sewing machines.

Ah yes.

Businessmen.

All going to Central Africa
to sell vacuum cleaners.

Hut to hut, I suppose.

And you, sir, I take it,
are the head salesman.

The ringleader of this group.

No, no group.

We met for the first
time on board ship.

Complete strangers
to one another.

Liar!

They others all look at you
each time I ask a question.

I am a keen observer.

You four are together.

Oh no, my fat-gutted
friend, I'm not

the little and
simple-minded native

you are fool enough
to take me for.

I am a great man, a serious man.

I spit on you.

I spit on you and
all your luggage.

Off to the wrong
start, Peterson.

There's only one way to
deal with these swine!

Swine! Swine!
Swine! Swine!

You'd better be careful.

My husband, my late husband who was
drowned in the Nyanga disaster,

happened to be one of the most
important figures in the British government.

Sir Harry Chelm.

In point of fact, we had
letters from the Prime Minister

and the Queen telling
everybody to be

particularly courteous
to us and our friends.

So you see, if any harm
befalls us at your hands,

it will become a major
international incident.

Would you instruct that
one that in my country,

a female's lips may move
but her words are not heard.

But Harry.

Harry.

If only you were here.

And now, Sir.

You will stop abusing
my intelligence

and tell me who you
really are and what is

your actual purpose
in being here.

I am a sick man. I've got a bad heart,
I mustn't talk anymore.

You refuse to answer.

That is interesting.

It makes of it a contest.

A contest in a game
at which we excel.

We of this country have
had 4,000 years' experience

in asking questions
and getting answers.

Who are you?

Why are you here?

Don't hit me again.
My heart, I'll have an attack.

Of course, Billy has led
a thoroughly decadent life,

but honestly I thought he
had more backbone than that.

Backbone.

Either you have
it or you haven't.

Did you see the beating
I took at the hands

of that great ugly brute
without even flinching?

Billy was crazed with fear
before they even laid a finger on him.

Tell me more about Rita Hayworth.

You really know her very well?

Do I know Rita?

Do I know her.

I'll get you a letter
of introduction.

She'll fall immediate
victim to your charms.

- You really think so?
- Oh, but certainly, a man like you.

Suave, intelligent,
darkly handsome.

You have everything,
Ahmed, except money.

And, if you listen
to me, a boat

will be placed at our disposal,
a very slow boat,

so that fat gut's check will
have plenty of time to clear.

And you will trust
me for your share?

Doesn't one man of the world ask
another to trust his own brother?

Oh no, Ahmed.

You'll give me a check for half.

Your demands are very great
under the circumstances.

Why shouldn't they be?

Fat gut's my best friend and
I will not betray him cheaply.

You are certain that you are
the friend of the peerless Rita?

Come, come, Ahmed.
Mind back to business.

Very well.

50-50.

Oh, by the way, Fat Gut's
nature isn't noble like ours.

He might try to bargain.

I do not bargain with
a puff ball like that.

It's beneath my dignity.

It'll be dawn soon.

The correct hour
for a firing squad.

But if we have him shot,
what about the money?

Well, I was just
thinking that if he

had a volley at the
psychological moment,

he might not be so
inclined to haggle.

I believe you must
have Arab blood.

Westerners are not
usually so subtle.

Where are you taking me?

I won't go.
I demand to see a doctor.

Would you say that in
Paris, among smart people,

the Rolls Royce or the Cadillac
is considered more chic?

Well that's no problem,
the problem at all.

A man in your position
should have both.

Ah.

Mr. Dannreuther, I believe,
would like a word with you.

- Billy.
- Sit down, Peterson.

I've been talking
to Ahmed here and...

That's blackmail.

I can't pay it.

What was that?

Firing squad.

It's execution day.

Will he take a check?

Billy!

Billy!

Look, the Nyanga.

Stay away!

Stay away from my ship!

If you try to get my
boat, I will shoot you!

I will shoot you!

Get my gun!

Get my gun!

Give it to him.
Maybe he'll shoot himself.

My gun!
My gun!

Excuse me.

- Are you Mr. William Dannreuther?
- That's right.

- I'd like to ask you a few questions if I may.
- Oh, I'm sorry, not now.

- Forgive me, but it's rather important.
- Yes, it always is.

I was a newspaperman
myself once.

Well you may quote me as saying that everybody was
heroic except Mr. Dannreuther who ate all our boots.

- Very amusing, but I'm not a reporter.
- Oh?

Jack. Go to the phone, make reservations.
The first plane to Nairobi, six seats.

Yes and if they don't have any,
talk to the right man and tell him

if he kicks other people off the plane
we'll make it worth his while.

I always said we
ought to take a plane.

You remember I said
that, Mr. O'Hora?

I said we ought to take a plane.

Mustn't dawdle, Billy boy.

A great deal to do
and not much time.

Those are the other
members of your party?

- Yes.
- I'd like to talk with them too.

What's it all about?

I believe you were acquainted
with a Mr. Vanmeer, now deceased.

Peterson, you and the
boys better come back down.

The gentleman here
wants to speak to you.

A Mr. Jack Clayton
of Scotland Yard.

You'll take your wine
here or upstairs, Mr. Dann?

We'll have it here.

Care to join us in
a drink, Clayton?

No thanks.

It's a bit early
in the day for me.

I read somewhere that a
Scotland Yard man never

accepts a drink from anyone
he intends to arrest.

Is that true, Mr. Clayton?

Quite so.
Mrs. Dannreuther?

No, I'm Mrs. Chelm.

This is Mrs. Dannreuther.

How do you do?

Well, I wouldn't dream of
alarming you lovely ladies.

So perhaps I'll have a
class of bubbly after all.

Peterson.

- How do you do, sir?
- How do you do.

Ravello. And Mr. O'Hora.

- O'Hara. Julius O'Hara.
- Delighted.

No, I'm the one to be delighted.

It had begun to look as though
I'd never catch up with you people.

That would've been
a bit embarrassing.

You see, this is the first time I've
ever been abroad on an investigation.

I've spent quite a lot
of money and my chief

can be very sarcastic
about the money one spends.

Particularly if you fail
to deliver the goods.

Mr. Clayton is presently
interested in the Vanmeer

murder case.

The Vanmeer murder case.

Oh yes, yes, that fellow in the colonial office.
Yes, I read about that in the paper.

It was a shocking affair.

According to Mr. Vanmeer's
appointment book, Mr. Peterson,

you had lunch with
him at the Savoy

a few days before his death.

That's quite correct.

Mr. Vanmeer was expert
on African matters.

We wanted his advice about
affairs in British East.

Do you recall the
subject under discussion?

Vaguely.

Crop yield.

The native labor situation.

Inches of rain.

Vaccination. Shots.

How long had you
known Mr. Vanmeer?

A couple of months.
We met half a dozen times.

Did he ever make mention of any
enemies, business or otherwise?

Did he say anything about
romantic attachments?

I mean, did he name any women?

No. I should have been very
surprised if he had done.

Mr. Vanmeer struck me as
being every inch a gentleman.

Oh, of course, of course.

Well, that's all unless somebody
has anything further to add.

I have.

I think you ought to know
that the business of one

of these businessmen is murder.

I beg your pardon.

Major Ross, I mean.

I can't guarantee Major Ross
murdered this Vanmeer person.

I assure you, however, he
attempted to murder my husband.

With a long thin
dagger, which he always

carried about in what looked
like an innocent swagger stick.

Go on, Mrs. Chelm.

You see, Major Ross is
employed by Mr. Peterson

there to do his dirty work.

One might say he's a
professional killer.

My husband found out certain
things about Mr. Peterson.

Things in point of fact
that are a matter of empire,

involving as they do a plot to
exploit our kingdom's uranium

resources.

And that's why Mr.
Peterson decided

to have him done away with.

Don't run away, Mr. Peterson.

That's always tantamount
to a confession of guilt.

Tantamount is what I call it.

More champagne, Clayton?

No thank you.

As I've said before,
very smart fellows indeed.

Should you ever think of
me in Earls Court,

that's where I'll be, helping
Harry's parents with the lodgers,

if you do ever think of me, try
not to let it be too harshly.

You kiss her too, Billy,
and tell her she's forgiven.

Sure, sure.

Goodbye, Billy.

Bye.

For Mrs. Chelm.

Just came on the ship's wire.

Oh by the way, Mr. Dannreuther.

Do you know that your
associates are all in hoosegow?

Oh, not that I'm
a bit surprised.

I put them down as thoroughly
bad characters, right off the bat,

but then there are so many
bad characters, nowadays.

Take mine for instance.

Harry!

He's alive!

Oh, this is the end.

The end.