All language subtitles for The Man in the Road 1956 english

He's responding to treatment, professor.

Very good, let me see the chart, nurse.

I'll see him again in a few days.

In the meantime, continue the same treatment.

Feeling better?

Where am I?

Is this a hospital?

You are not allowed to talk. This is Prof. Cattrell's nursing home.

And you're making very good progress now.

What's wrong with me?

- My leg.
- Your legs are both present and correct.

At least one isn't quite correct. But it soon will be.

- But how?
- That's quite enough for now.

You take your medicine and the doctor will be in to see you later.

Well, well, feeling better, I see.

Sitting up and taking notice, hm?

I'm Professor Cattrell.

You've seen me before, but I'm afraid you were to ill to notice me then.

- Well, now, Mr. Mason, we must have...
- What did you call me?

Mason.

That's your name, hm?

Ivan Mason.

Why?

That's wrong. My name is...

Well, I don't know.

I don't know!

I'm afraid you're suffering from amnesia. You've just forgotten.

Your name is Mason.

Ivan Mason.

But it can't be. It's...

...absolutely unfamiliar. Surely I'd recognize my own name.

Well, my friend, as to that, I can soon satisfy you.

Well, first of all, I want you to have complete confidence in me.

My only object is to get you well.

Your amnesia condition will right itself.

Your memory will come back gradually but you must avoid overstraining it.

These head pains,

...are the result of mental strain on your part.

You say I'm Ivan Mason.

How do you know who I am?

Here's the suit that you were wearing...

...when you were picked up.

We shall have to get you a new one.

Now, here are the contents of your pockets.

Cigarette case bearing your initials, I. M.

A letter, a pen and a pencil.

And this wallet containing £214.

Two hundred and...

I never carry as much money as that.

It's a good job you were picked up by honest people.

And now here's a letter.

Dear Ivan.

This will inform you that I am safely away here.

I hope you are happily disengaged from your business.

Pierre.

Pierre.

But I don't know any Pierre.

Now, this envelope is addressed to you...

...at 7, Rosecroft Road, Clapton Common, London SW4.

And now here's your passport.

Name, Ivan Mason. Profession, accountant.

Born Bexhill, Sussex, January 2, 1920.

That makes you 35 years old.

Height five foot eleven inches.

Eyes blue, hair brown,

Special peculiarities,

tattooed rose on right forearm.

I've never been tattooed in my life.

Will you look at this, please?

It's hardly flattering, but a fair likeness as far as passports go.

Apparently you've been in France and Belgium this year,

but what is more interesting is that you have a visa to visit the USSR.

There are no entry or exit stamps, so...

Seems you've not been there.

Russia?

This is fantastic.

This address, 7, Rosecroft...

Who lives there? Have they been in to see me?

Furnished rooms.

You left there in May without leaving a forwarding address.

Surely somebody must have missed me.

The police broadcast an SOS for witnesses and the driver of the car.

But I was driving!

No, you're getting tired.

How could I have been found on the road if I was driving a car?

Did I fall out?

No, your injuries are quite consistent...

...with having been thrown up over the bonnet into the windscreen.

I think my theory is more likely.

What is your theory?

My theory is that since your accident,

your mind has been trying to fit itself into another personality...

...which is not your real one.

These delusions are causing pain.

Your sanity is automatically fighting against something...

...that it knows is not true.

You speak of driving a car when in fact...

...it was the driver of the car who knocked you down.

Now we must drag these delusions out into the open...

...and kill them.

I'm sure I was driving a car.

I got in it outside the office.

- I was going to drive home.
- Yes?

I... remember... a lane.

Yes?

It was a shortcut...

to...

Rosecroft.

You lived at 7, Rosecroft Road, Clapton Common.

Hang on to that.

Please, stop this pain.

You're very tired.

You'll sleep more easily now.

The pain will not come back...

...if you can conquer these delusions.

Your name is Mason.

Ivan Mason.

Young man.

Ivan Mason.

- That's funny.
- What is?

The way I was touching my upper lip, as though I had a mustache.

It's quite tender too.

I don't think I'd like you with a mustache.

- Does that mean you like me without one?
- I didn't say so.

Well, perhaps I had one recently.

No, your upper lip is quite brown, like the rest of your face.

If you had only just shaved it off, it would be a lot paler.

Wherever you've been lately, you've been sunbathing.

- How do you know?
- I've put you to bed, of course.

- I can tell you one thing about yourself.
- What's that?

You're a bachelor or you wouldn't blush so easily.

What's your first name?

- Nurse.
- No, I mean your off-duty first name.

I'll tell you when I'm off duty.

It's lovely, isn't it?

Yes, I shan't want to leave.

Who said anything about leaving?

Well, I've been here for weeks already. Surely I'll have to leave one day.

Oh, don't let's think about that.

What are you doing there?

Oh, I've been... practicing my signature.

It's funny, you know, I...

I don't know whether I sign myself I or Ivan. Both seem peculiar.

I expect that's because your wrist and fingers are stiff.

Come on and I'll massage them for you.

Hm, that's good.

You know, Mitzi,

you're much too pretty to be a nurse.

- Am I?
- Hm.

For a bachelor without a memory,

maybe that's not much of a compliment.

Oh, it is, I'm sure of it.

Well, occupational therapy, I see.

Excellent.

Good afternoon, Prof. Cattrell.

I didn't realize you were coming down today.

I came down specially.

Well, Mr. Mason, I think I have some good news for you.

First of all, how are you feeling?

Oh, I'm getting better every day, thank you.

Well, what's the good news?

Well, I've been making more inquiries about you.

First at 7, Rosecroft Road, Clapton Common.

Now, you left there on May 10 on a holiday.

Secondly, you apparently worked as an accountant somewhere in the neighborhood,

but you never said where.

Accountant.

Yes, that makes sense, I know about figures, but...

But what?

Figures... I thought something was coming back to me.

It's just that I don't feel I'm Ivan Mason.

Well, I think maybe I have someone here who'll help to convince you.

Dr. Manning, will you show the lady in?

Your landlady from 7 Rosecroft Road, Clapton Common.

- In here?
- Please.

Mrs. Lemmin.

There's someone here I think you know.

Oh, Mr. Mason. I was sorry to hear about your accident.

Fancy finding you here in this horrible place.

Now, now, now, Mrs. Lemmin,

there's nothing horrible about this room or this place. Sit down, will you?

I want you to tell us how you think Mr. Mason is looking.

Well, he looks funny in that chair all wrapped up.

But he's more brown and healthy-looking than when he was with me.

Mrs. Lemmin, are you sure you do remember me?

You see, I can't remember you, I've lost my memory.

Of course I remember you, Mr. Mason.

Why, for nearly a year you had my front room.

Don't you remember the time our gas cooker exploded...

...and I asked you to come down and give me a hand?

I'm sorry, I can't recall a thing.

Oh, but you must remember about the gas cooker.

Why, it woke up the whole Common.

Oh, you remember what you said about your wallpaper before you left?

- I'm not...
- Well, you'll be very glad to hear.

I've had the whole room done up for you as I promised in two shades of pink.

Oh, it looks lovely. You'll never recognize it.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Oh, you remember that ottoman that you disliked so much?

Well, I've had it taken away.

Oh, yes, the doctor says I mustn't tire you.

I just thought you'd like to know.

I don't think we want to disturb Mr. Mason any more.

Thank you so much for coming down, Mrs. Lemmin.

Goodbye, Mrs. Lemmin, I'm sure I was very happy with you.

Oh, you were. You were very regular with your rent.

We never had a cross word. Only about the ottoman, and that's gone.

I'm glad.

Oh, well, it's been very nice to see you again, Mr. Mason.

I do hope you'll soon be better.

Yes, I hope so too.

- Dr. Manning.
- This way, Mrs. Lemmin.

Goodbye.

Well, does that answer your last doubts?

I don't know what to say.

There's still a gap to be filled in...

...between May 10, when you left Mrs. Lemmin,

and the beginning of June, when you were found on the road.

If only you could produce something or someone I recognized.

I'm pursuing another line of inquiry.

You know, it's no easy to get a visa for Russia.

But I've managed through an old patient of mine...

...to make contact with the people who handled the application.

They do seem to know something about you there.

I'm waiting for an appointment.

You know, it's a beautiful afternoon.

We really must get you out into the fresh air.

Ohh... thank you.

You're a wonderful nurse.

You've only got to lift your little finger in compound fractures, get up and...

And what?

When I'm mobile, I'll show you.

Oh, I can hardly wait.

Well, that was hard work, I could do with a drink.

What would you like, a lemonade, barley water?

I don't think I meant that sort of drink at all.

My, we are feeling better.

Can you organize something for me?

I'll have to ask Dr. Manning, but I shouldn't think he'd object.

After all, this is a private nursing home, not a hospital.

What would you like?

Hm, I think whiskey's my drink.

It's funny not knowing. What would you like?

The nursing staff does not drink on duty.

- Oh.
- Come on, back to work.

"Why? Why not?"

"Shut up, see. It's the professor's orders.

"You want to drive me mad here?"

- What's all that?
- It's one of the people upstairs.

Every now and then he goes on a drinking bout...

...and we have to keep him away from the alcohol.

Let that be a warning to me.

- You're improving.
- Oh, do you think so?

Oh, certainly.

Nurse Mitzi, you'll come to a bad end.

Ah, lovely. But this isn't part of your treatment.

I thought you were supposed to humor your patients.

Yes, but, uh...

You know, for a confirmed bachelor, I think you've done this before.

Let me try again and I'll tell you.

Who was that?

Dr. Kelly. He's on the medical staff.

Dr. Manning's assistant.

- Oh, dear, will you get into trouble?
- Oh, yes.

Oh, hello, Mason.

I'm Dr. Kelly.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Did you want me, doctor?

Well...

It's hardly necessary, really, I just thought I'd like to make your acquaintance.

Oh, will you have a drink?

That's very kind of you. It's a bit early, I suppose.

As a matter of fact, I was just corking up this bottle for you.

You left it there, you know, rather unwisely.

To tell you the truth...

I was gasping for a drink.

Evan, you know, he usually looks after me, but he...

He forgot to bring a bottle back from Medworth yesterday.

So I thought seeing you were better supplied, you wouldn't mind...

No, of course not.

Thanks, I...

I must say I feel...

...most uncomfortable, I assure you.

Why didn't you ask me?

Well, I was afraid...

...some of these devils might have told you not to.

Well, I'm extremely grateful.

Especially for overlooking my... shocking manners.

Oh, forget it, please.

It's not that I drink so very much, but...

Well, being a doctor. It's the look of things.

If you want the other half, I won't look.

Thanks.

Well, we all have our little weaknesses, I suppose.

Mind you, when I was in practice... outside practice, I mean, I...

I always knew where I had to draw the line.

Mind you, I'm not saying that Prof. Cattrell...

...isn't very decent. He is, but you like to be your own master, you know.

- Well, here's to your speedy recovery.
- Cheers.

Actually,

I'm thinking of leaving this place. I don't get on too well with...

With Manning, you know.

- But keep that under your hat, won't you?
- Yes.

Yes.

As a matter of fact,

I, um...

I rather like you. I like you very much.

What's it I was saying?

Oh, yes, um...

Manning and Cattrell. I certainly like you better than Prof. Cattrell.

As for Manning.

Don't you think you're being a bit tactless?

How do you know I won't go and repeat all this?

Yes. You're right.

You're right.

I always did talk far too much.

Well, don't take any notice of anything I said.

I'd better be off.

Yes... all clear.

Well, as I was saying, I...

I do... I like you very much indeed.

I'm extremely grateful to you.

By the way,

Our friend Evan, he does supply you, doesn't he?

- Yes...
- I was just wondering if you...

If you wouldn't mind, uh...

...getting an odd bottle now and then? You wouldn't mind, would you?

I'll pay you back.

You never know, I may be able to do you a good turn some time.

What are you doing out of your room?

Well, I...

I'm so sorry.

Now, uh...

Now let's take the... bandage off your arm, shall we?

All right.

- Uh... you sit down here.
- Righto.

- I hope he hasn't been a worry to you.
- Oh, no.

He's one of our problem patients, I'm afraid.

Patient?

I thought he was on your staff, your assistant.

No, that's just one of his fancies.

Poor old Kelly, he was a doctor all right.

Not a bad chap, but...

...he can tell the most fantastic nonsense when he's had a drink or two.

You'd better keep it under lock and key.

- Evan should have warned you.
- I'm sorry, I hadn't realized.

By the way,

Prof. Cattrell wants you to meet him in London tomorrow.

Seems he's found someone else who knows you.

- Who is it this time?
- Your previous employer.

Now let's see.

Nice neat scar,

Hardly show in a month or two.

Oh, my dear Mason.

I'm sorry I had to drag you up. I hope the journey hasn't tired you.

No, thanks, I feel fine.

My dear Ivan.

How good to see you.

You must forgive me, I...

I told you the accident's affected his memory.

Oh, yes, yes, I know, but...

Surely you remember me.

Ivan, me! Dimitri. Dimitri Balinkev.

Balinkev, we are great friends.

How... when did I know you?

Sit down and rest your leg.

It is extraordinary that your memory can have gone so completely.

But tell me, do you not remember your trip to Brussels?

And after this you were going to take a holiday.

Um... hiking.

Hiking, isn't that the word?

I'm sorry, I remember nothing, I wish I could.

Now let me explain.

I made some inquiries about your passport and...

through an old patient of mine in the diplomatic service,

he put me in touch with Mr. Balinkev, who turned out to be an old friend of yours.

Um, whiskey?

- Please...
- I think perhaps...

- Three large whiskeys and sodas.
- Very good, sir.

It appears that through a man called Pierre Greville, you...

...had a job, not with the embassy, but with an organization working very closely.

I can't believe it.

But I interviewed you myself. I gave you work.

Work? What work?

If you can't remember, I cannot tell you, not now.

But I can assure you it was perfectly honest work.

I know you would wish to be assured of that.

-I still can't believe it.
- Why not?

So you want proofs, eh?

Well, how can you prove it?

Well, I don't want to be rude, but with my memory gone,

you could say I lived for a week on top of Nelson's Column, I wouldn't know.

You are perfectly right, my dear Ivan, to demand proof.

And I've got it here.

Now, this is from the files from one of our departments.

The department of trade.

A signed receipt for £250.

This is your signature.

Well, you had finished one work for us...

...and you are going to undertake another assignment.

You are due to go to Russia in two weeks.

We booked your passage.

Russia? Why should I go to Russia?

Why not, it's only for a month.

And it's a personal thing as well.

Why, you wanted to go yourself. You asked me for the job.

I asked you?

But why on earth should I...

Now, that I have got to tell you about this is incompresensible.

Incomprehensible.

Yes, of course, I always mispronounce those long words.

I'm only repeating what you told me yourself.

You wanted to visit your mother. She's Russian.

Russian.

Then I'm half Russian.

Yes. Of course we checked on that.

Now, your mother married an Englishman, Charles Mason.

When he died, she went back to Russia.

Now she's seriously ill in Moscow and, naturally, she wants to see you.

This is what I meant when I said "a personal thing".

I don't know what to say.

I think that's enough talking for one day.

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

Well, you think it over for a day or two...

...and then you call me when you have made up your mind.

We do anything we can to help.

Thank you, Mr. Balinkev.

You're going, of course.

I don't know.

I just don't know.

But you must go. Seeing your mother again may bring back your memory.

I'm scared, I think.

Scared of leaving here.

Leaving you.

Silly. You'll come back fit and well.

All your troubles over.

And you won't need me then.

- I must fly.
- Oh, come back later.

Perhaps.

What did I tell you? I just heard out there...

You wouldn't have a sip of whiskey handy, would you?

- No, I'm sorry.
- Well, I...

I've just had a bit of a barning with Manning.

He wants Cattrell to get rid of me, you see?

Well, as I said before, I like you, I'm grateful to you.

And, uh... before I go, I've got something to tell you.

Well, you'd better hurry up then.

You'll get into real trouble if they catch you in here.

Oh, not here, it would take too long.

Besides, it would be dangerous if they caught me talking to you here.

Better be outside somewhere.

All right, where do you suggest we meet?

Well, I'll tell you what.

I'll give them the slip after lunch tomorrow...

...and I'll meet you at The Two Horseshoes at Medworth.

And, uh... you may as well bring a couple of pounds with you.

- Oh, really.
- You needn't laugh.

You'll be needing a drink yourself when you hear what I've got to tell you.

Are you quite sure you haven't got something around?

It's a pity.

Listen, Mason.

I like you, and that's why I want to tip you off before I go.

Well, go on, then. Tell me what it's all about.

Why don't you think my name's Mason?

Well, when I came along first, I had a patient.

He was dying. Two weeks they were waiting for him to die.

And they wouldn't let me see him Well, he died all right.

The body disappeared.

And that very same night you were brought in, unconscious.

They found you on the road.

You were the patient I was waiting for.

- What do you make of that? An accident?
- Now, wait...

Now, leave us alone! I might lose me nerve.

You know, I might be able to tell you nothing at all.

Well, go on, go on!

I warn you, Cattrell has shown me nothing but kindness.

Ah, Cattrell.

Prof. Cattrell.

I admit it.

You were unconscious when you were brought in,

but there wasn't much else wrong with you.

Nothing wrong? A broken leg, my arm, my head?

Your leg wasn't broken.

Just a little cartilage trouble, that's all.

So I put it into plaster myself.

As for the arm,

that was just a cut done in the nursing home.

But what for, why did you do this?

Why did I do it?

Because I had to.

You see, I had a spot of bother with the medical council,

that's why I'm not practicing any more.

I'm hired up.

These fellows gave me £100

Then I was to get another 100 after you leaving the nursing home.

I had to keep my mouth shut, that's all.

- But I like you, Mason.
- Now, look, cut that out!

You're not going to get drunk until you've told me what all this is about.

All right, all right, I meant it sincerely.

The reason for the cut in your arm is this.

First he told you you wouldn't be able to write properly.

And then to provide a cover for the tattooing.

By the way, it was I did that.

It wasn't very difficult really.

I read it up the week I was waiting for you to come in.

So now you see why I think your name mightn't be Mason at all.

My head, did you do that too?

The head, oh, no, that was genuine. You got a knock on the head all right.

Oh, I only prescribed the histamine injections.

That was to bring on the severe head pains.

Thanks very much. Any other prescriptions?

Uh, no. Only the sodium amytal...

...to keep you unconscious.

It has a relatively short duration of action.

So that Cattrell could get at you when you came round.

Get at me?

He photographed you as well, I think.

And he have you ultraviolet-ray treatments.

That was for the suntan.

Look, I'll come to your room tonight...

Now, come on, come on, pull yourself together, come on.

Tell me what else they did?

Oh, there's nothing very much.

Nothing at all really.

I wish to heavens I'd never been near them.

What time is it, I should be going.

You know, if they think I've been talking to you,

I'm not getting any money out of them at all.

Come on, wait a minute.

Listen to me, listen.

If my skull wasn't fractured,

why can't I remember who I really am?

Oh, the professor saw to that.

How?

Hypnosis.

He probably started on you the first minute you came round.

To make a smooth transition...

...between unconsciousness and the hypnotic state.

And then he gave you the post-hypnotic suggestions that you were to forget.

Oh, there's much more in it than most people imagine.

And the, by linking the...

artificially-stimulated head pains...

...with any attempt on your part to remember.

Yes.

That's just what he said.

Remembering brings on the pain.

Hm.

Exactly, exactly.

And each successive hypnosis more easily induced...

...without having to use drugs at all.

Simply by focusing the eye on that point of light,

and then suggesting that you're tired...

...and that you want to go to bed.

Yes... look, I apologize. I'll be all right.

Once I get out in the open air...

Come on, you're drunk and you've got a long walk...

Not again, Charlie. He's often like this, sir.

I take it you're the new doctor he was talking about.

- Yes, that's right.
- He'll soon get used to it.

It's very worrying, you know. He ought to be back at the hospital by now.

I usually get him home, but I can't get away right now.

- Do you drive, sir?
- Yes, I do, yes.

Well if you'd like to borrow my car for an hour or two, it's all right by me.

Thanks, that's fine.

It's a bit of an old jalopy, but it'll get you there and back.

Well, come on, wake up, wake up, this is where you get out.

You'd better up too if you don't want them to see you with me.

Oh, that'll never do.

If Cattrell sees me with you, do you know what?

He'll kill me.

He'd kill me.

Well...

See you later.

- No hard feelings.
- No hard feelings.

I'm not sure I believe a word of it, but I'm very grateful to you for telling me.

All right... would you mind giving me the rest of the bottle?

No hard feelings.

Excuse me, are you going to Medworth?

- Yes, I am.
- I wonder, could you give me a lift?

Yes, of course, jump in.

I should have a horse, but we parted company about three miles back.

Where is he, can I help you catch him?

Oh, I doubt it.

He's a horse with fixed British habits and by now he's beating his way home for tea.

- Do you live far away?
- Oh, just down the road a piece.

You look awfully serious.

You miss a date or something?

I'm sorry, no, I was just thinking.

Did she stand you up?

No, nothing like that.

I've got a problem to sort out.

Are you on a holiday in England?

No, we live in London, my father's with the American Embassy.

There's my turn, you can let me off there. I can walk the rest of the way. Ouch!

No, it's all right, I can run you there.

Oh, it's an awful road, really, it's just a track.

No, that's all right.

Well, I warned you.

Don't worry, it's not my car.

Well, that was very sweet of you.

Won't you join Algernon for tea?

- Who's Algernon?
- There it is. The beast.

Come on.

Well, I really oughtn't to stop, you know.

Oh, but you deserve it.

You!

My château.

One reception, one bedroom, one kitchen.

No bath.

No telephone.

But it's home.

Do you live here alone?

Oh, yes, I certainly do when I'm not in London.

You see, I write murder mysteries.

Sort of, like the paperback set.

Then I play hostess for my father.

Then, when I want to work, I come down here and be alone.

I find, uh...

...being diplomatic at diplomatic parties a little fatiguing.

Excuse me, I'll put the kettle on.

Polly isn't here today.

Don't you ever get scared?

I mean, I might just be anybody.

No, I wouldn't have invited you if I'd had any doubt.

Thanks for the compliment.

That's all right.

Keep on talking. I won't be but a minute.

I did have a little trouble with a hobo once.

But I kicked him in the shins and told him I was a judo expert.

Oh, and are you?

Well, of course.

I have thousands of medals, affidavits, anything you want.

I told you to keep talking and you haven't gotten a word in yet.

I should have a medal for that spill today.

One of these weeks I'm gonna have a little talk with Algernon.

Say, we haven't introduced ourselves.

I'm Rhona Ellison, what's your name?

I... I...

I said what's your name?

What's the matter?

You've got a name, haven't you?

I don't know my name.

You don't know your name? I don't get it, you must.

No, you see, I'm suffering from amnesia.

Loss of memory.

Do you mean to say that all the time we were driving here...

you were just trying to think who you were?

Surely you've got something in your pockets.

No, you see, it isn't as simple as that.

I'm staying at a nursing home near Medworth.

Oh.

- Downview Hall?
- Yes.

Isn't that for mental patients?

Oh, it's not an asylum or anything like that.

Why, don't I look all right?

Well, yes.

I guess so.

You see, they've been treating me for amnesia.

I thought I knew my name until this afternoon and...

Now I don't think it is, I...

I mean, I...

Oh, please don't ask me about it, I couldn't begin to tell you the whole story.

You see, it's a plot really.

They want to make me believe I'm another man.

- They?
- Yes, the people who run the nursing home.

Oh, I see.

Why?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

How did you find out about this... plot?

Somebody told me.

- One of the other...
- Patients?

I don't know, I...

I can't make out whether he's a patient or one of the doctors on the staff

I'm sorry.

I'll go, its unfair of me to stay here.

Do you know what I think you ought to do?

No, but I can guess.

Well, go right back to Downview Hall,

don't tell them you suspect anything,

get absolute proof and then go to the police.

Thanks for the advice.

I'll get back to my padded cell.

What did you say to him?

Come on, what did you say to him?

I never said nothing to him! Honest!

You were with someone in the Two Horseshoes this afternoon.

It was a stranger! Leave us alone for the love of Mike!

You drunken crack.

You're going to tell me what you said to Mason if I have to wring it out...

Where on earth have you been?

We've been worried about you.

I'm sorry I'm late. Yes, I went for a walk on the downs this afternoon...

...and it was so hot, I dropped off to sleep.

Well, the professor's here.

I hope you won't be too tired to have supper with us tonight.

No, I'd be delighted.

He's just come in.

Says he's been on the downs.

Did he mention he'd been with Kelly?

No. But I'm sure he has.

How did he seem? Do you think he knows anything?

I'm not sure.

You'll be able to judge for yourself at supper.

He'd hardly have come back of his own accord if Kelly had let much slip.

- Kelly.
- Huh...

I... I...

I didn't tell them I'd seen you.

Honest, I didn't tell them I'd seen you.

I...

I...

You wouldn't have let me down.

I'm sure you wouldn't.

I...

I think of all English customs, that of drinking port is the most civilized.

Taylor 27. I think you'll like it, Mason.

Thank you.

Well, here's to a pleasant voyage on the 31st.

I'd like your advice on that, professor.

Before I go, I...

I feel I ought to know a bit more about Mr. Balinkev...

...and the work I was going to do for him.

Oh, my dear fellow, I'm afraid that's rather outside my sphere.

Balinkev's your employer.

I'm only your doctor.

My job is to get you fit and well.

Yes, I know, but...

Surely you can tell me something about him.

Not really.

I only met him the other day when I was making inquiries about your visa.

But you know,

visiting your mother again might easily be the means of restoring your memory.

Or has anything happened to raise doubts in your mind?

No, not really.

But I couldn't remember Mrs. Lemmin or Balinkev.

Moscow's a long way.

How do I know I'll remember my mother?

I expect you're feeling tired after your outing.

You'll probably feel different after a good night's rest.

Why not go lie down?

We'll talk about it later.

My dear fellow, what's the matter?

Oh, it's nothing. It's my leg, I...

...tripped on the downs.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I think if I went upstairs and rested it for a little if you'll excuse me.

- By all means.
- Thank you.

We'll resume our discussion tomorrow, hm?

What do you think? Has Kelly been talking?

Could be. I'm not sure.

Kelly's becoming too much of a risk.

- We should have got rid of him before.
- I'm afraid so.

What will we do about Mason now?

Perhaps Mitzi can help.

Who is it?

It's Mitzi.

Why did you lock your door? Against me?

No, why should I?

I was just going to bed....

...and I suddenly realized I hadn't seen you all day.

Everybody was very upset they couldn't find you this afternoon.

Won't Cattrell think it strange your being here?

Who cares what he thinks?

Come over here.

- I want to ask you something.
- What?

Are you very worried about going to Russia, and this Balinkev man?

Yes, I am.

Then don't go. Leave it.

Leave everything.

You've got some money, I have a little saved.

Let's go away together.

Together?

Yes. Oh...

Please take me away.

Something funny is going on here and I'm frightened.

Oh, who are you frightened of?

Everybody.

Everything.

They needn't know that we've gone.

We could slip away tomorrow,

...and go to London to some friends of mine for the time being.

Then, if you wanted to go to Moscow,

I could go with you.

I'm Polish, I could get a visa.

Would you like that?

Yes, but...

Promise.

- I'll tell you tomorrow.
- No, now.

I'm so happy.

You must go now.

Cattrell... Manning might come in.

All right.

But they can't do anything to us.

Tomorrow.

"Can you tell me what time he left these premises?"

"Not to a certain degree of certainty."

"I know he was here for lunch, but after that..."

"Would you inquire and let me know?

"Certainly."

"If you want any further information, inspector, I'll be glad to give it to you."

"I think that's all for the moment, Doctor."

But I'll have to ask you to come down to identify the body in the morning.

- "Good night, Inspector."
- "Good night, Doctor."

Mason, I thought you'd gone to bed.

No.

Who's body has got to be identified?

You mustn't worry about things that don't concern you.

This is a hospital, remember?

Yeah, I know.

What do the police want?

Well, I suppose you've got to find out some time.

Poor old Kelly has been killed.

How did it happen?

He'd been missing since lunchtime.

Apparently he went out and got drunk.

The police have just picked him up in the Medworth Road.

He'd a... he'd been knocked down by a car.

I'd, um... I'd get back to bed if I were you.

There's nothing any of us can do.

I still don't think we should wait.

- What is it?
- I can't see anything.

Your nerves, my dear Manning, you really must learn to control them, you know.

- I still don't think we should wait.
- What are you worried about?

I tell you everything is fine. He'll come with me in the morning.

Balinkev will decide. He'll be here tomorrow.

Mason's escaped!

Take the ambulance along the Medworth Road.

Manning, get your car and cut him off at Kenton Road...

... in case he's gone through the woods at the back.

Get Olaf, Marks and Stepan to search the grounds, we must get him back.

"Who is it?"

It's only me, Miss Rhona.

George, what's the matter?

Sorry to disturb you, miss.

I just come up because I reckon there's something you ought to know,

you being all alone here.

What is it?

Seems a bloke has run away from that hospital place at Downview.

Thought I'd better warn you.

Don't want you to go opening your door tonight...

...and having a daft chap walk in on you.

Good heavens no.

Who told you about him?

Chap in a big black car asked me if I'd seen him.

I'd come out of the bushes on him unexpected.

I'd seen a big fellow pull a gun, jumpy like.

Here, I said, "Have a license for that?", I says.

He pretended he don't know what I'm talking about.

Didn't look like no doctor to me.

What did you tell them?

I said there weren't no one up in these woods...

...and I weren't going to have them frightening the pheasants in the middle of the night.

You want to come poking around here, I says,

you bring a policeman with you or I'll give you both barrels.

- Good for you, George.
- Ay, I sent them packing.

Up to no good, they weren't, if you ask me.

Thanks for the warning, George.

I'll be here in the morning safe and sound.

All right, miss.

I'll look by and see on my way to work and make sure,

- All right.
- Good night, miss.

Good night, George.

It's all right. It was only the game keeper.

Oh...

I'm so sorry.

Such a nuisance to you.

- Do you want some more coffee?
- Oh, thank you.

Back home we write good thrillers, like Mickey Spillane's.

They're like nursery rhymes compared to this.

It's fantastic. It's got to be some kind of spy racket...

...and pretty big too to involve all this planning.

Yes, but why pick on me?

You must be valuable to them.

Don't somehow think so.

Whatever you think, you've still got to go to the police.

Yes. Can't you hear them?

"I see, sir."

"So you've lost your memory, have you?"

""Been hypnotized into forgetting."

"Let me see now, Downview Hall's for mental patients, isn't it."

"Would you mind if I make a telephone call?"

Steady, boy. You've got to admit it sounds peculiar.

Yes, I know.

Oh, I suppose the only thing for me to do is to...

hide out for a few days and hope that whatever they've done to me...

...wears off a bit and I get some clue as to who I am.

There should be something we could do.

Yes, what?

I don't know.

Find out who Ivan Mason is?

It's the only thing we have to go on. So...

We prove you're not him.

How do we do that?

What about your landlady?

What about your passport? I can do something about that.

Now, now, look, these people are dangerous.

I'm pretty sure they've killed one man already, I...

- I don't want you mixed up in this.
- Oh, phooey.

I know I can do something about it. Listen.

We'll go up to London today together. Now that's final.

- Anything in yours?
- No, not a thing.

I suppose they haven't reported you...

...because they don't want Ivan Mason picked up by the police.

It's a relief in a way not being a wanted man.

Don't kid yourself, mister.

You wouldn't be in that unless you had a 37-inch bust.

Maybe you're right.

You're going to be able to find your way around all right.

I'd go with you but we've both got so much to do.

Oh, I'll be all right. We'll meet for lunch.

- Where?
- What about the Mogador?

All right, Where is it?

I don't know.

I don't even know if there is such a place.

- If there isn't, why on earth did I...
- Because you've been there before!

I don't know.

- Maybe there's no such place.
- But there is! Even I know about it.

Of course there is!

Hello, Mrs. Lemmin, I happened to be in town so I thought I'd look you up.

Why, don't you remember me?

Mo, I don't know you, I've never seen you before.

Ah, that's one of the things I wanted to find out.

You can't force your way in like that, you know? I've a jolly good mind to...

Now, Mrs. Lemmin, I'm Ivan Mason.

You came to see me in hospital six weeks ago.

I had a room here, remember?

I hope your gas cooker hasn't exploded again.

Oh, dear.

Now, come along, Mrs. Lemmin, don't you think you'd better explain?

Oh, I wish I hadn't said I'd do it.

It was through meeting that man at the bricklayer's.

He asked me if I'd like to earn £50.

Only if it's honest, I said.

All you've got to do is come up and pretend to a sick man that he was your lodger.

It'll make him happy, he said.

He told me what to say and everything.

Oh, dear, I didn't mean any harm.

Mrs. Lemmin, will you come with me and repeat that story to the police?

The police? I certainly will not.

It's got nothing to do with me. You tell them what you like.

It's no business of mine. I've never seen you before.

Thank you, Mrs. Lemmin, you've been a great help.

Well, it all seems very involved.

What exactly is it you want me to do, Miss Ellison?

I understand to get a passport you need two sponsors.

That's correct.

Well, I wonder if you can find out who sponsored this one, hm?

I think so.

But you must forgive me asking a few questions first.

What made you come to me...

...when you could have got this information at the passport office?

Oh.

Well... I met you at an embassy party...

...and you told me that you'd be very happy to help me any time you could.

Yes, I, uh...

I remember.

Um...

How long have you known this... Ivan Mason?

Since yesterday.

I see.

And how did you come to meet him?

Well, you're going to think I'm really mixed up, Superintendent,

but I'd rather not say.

Not mixed up, Miss Ellison, just not very frank.

I'm sorry.

But you will help me, won't you?

Certainly.

But I must warn you that if there's anything wrong with this passport,

it's a serious matter and I shall have to see this friend of yours.

Where can I contact you?

Well, you can send me a wire at the Slanstead Post Office, near Medworth.

Right, well... Goodbye, Miss Ellison, and I'll certainly do what I can.

Goodbye, Superintendent. Thank you.

Get me the passport office.

On you go.

Porter, have you seen this gentleman?

Why, yes, sir.

He was with Miss Ellison who stops up at the cottage at Shooters Wood.

They caught the 9:15 train to London on a day return.

- Thank you very much. Good morning.
- Good morning, sir.

875950, yes, that's the number.

What?

Issued to Colonel W. Edwards.

Reported lost 11, January, 1955. Are you sure of that?

I see. Thanks.

Yes, I'll have it sent around to you.

Right.

It's a forgery.

Owner's briefcase stolen from his car.

Get me the Bucks County police at Medworth.

I think I recognize this face, sir.

Remember that Paxton case?

Paxton?

Thank you.

Well, I didn't get very far.

First of all, Mrs. Lemmin is a phoney and won't help.

Secondly, according to Somerset House,

there's been no Ivan Mason born in Bexhill this century

A total blank. What did you get?

Well, I telephoned the embassy...

...and asked to leave a message for Mr. Dimitri Balinkev.

I had to spell the name.

They said it was a mistake. They had no one by that name there.

Somebody else vanished into thin air.

And yet I've met Balinkev.

And I've got Ivan Mason's passport.

On the contrary. Scotland Yard has it.

- What did you tell them about me?
- Don't worry.

I called on a nice superintendent I met at a party.

He looks after foreigners like me in... oh, in the nicest possible way.

Anyhow, I told him I'd met you, that you'd lost your memory,

and you didn't believe the name on your passport was the correct one.

What did he say?

Oh, he was very polite.

I guess he felt he had to humor me for the sake of relations.

Anglo-American, that is. Anyhow,

he promised to find out who sponsored the application and I...

Well, I had to leave it at that.

Thanks. You've been wonderful, Rhona.

Oh...

By the way, is it all right if I call you that?

Oh, nonsense.

What am I going to call you, just "Hey, you"?

Well, I don't know, I seem to be non-existent.

Let's see.

I think I'll call you, uh...

Joe.

Just plain Joe.

Joe.

Well, I like it better than Ivan, anyway.

Do you know that man? He seemed to recognize you.

No.

He looked as if he'd seen a ghost.

Waiter.

Who was that gentleman, the one that just went out, you know?

That was Mr. Stannick, sir. He used to come here quite regularly.

Stannick.

The name sounds familiar.

Wait, I shan't be a moment.

Uh... it was no good, I missed him.

Stannick.

That name Stannick, I'm sure I know him.

Oh, why can't I remember?

Joe, dear.

Don't you think we've been concentrating too much on Ivan Mason...

...when we've got to find out who you are?

Now, you seem to know Stannick.

Think hard.

Who is he?

When did you meet him and how do you know him?

There's a room.

With a... a green light.

Figures... calcula...

Oh, my head.

Don't try to remember any more. Wait till we get back to the cottage.

No, I can't stay there again, it isn't fair on you.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

I'm in this now and I'm going to see it through.

Besides, it's the only place where Superintendent Davidson...

...knows where to contact us about the passport.

See?

- Come on, let's have lunch.
- All right.

Now, Mr. Stannick.

Is that the man you saw in the Mogador restaurant today?

Yes, most definitely.

But you reported that you thought you saw your late colleague, James Paxton.

Yes. The resemblance is extraordinary.

With a mustache of course.

All right. Let's look at this.

James Paxton.

Now what do you say?

It's the same man.

Thank you for your help.

Get me the commissioner.

Well, it's good to be home.

Mr. Cattrell is most anxious to see you.

Perhaps Miss Ellison would be kind enough to join us.

Don't you touch her!

Swine!

Now that the cards are on the table, my dear fellow,

a word of warning.

It's a pity to make enemies of the people you're going to work with.

- Why should he work for you?
- Because, my dear Miss Ellison,

science is only practical when it's applied to a useful end.

The same is true of biological urges.

Oh, so I'm a scientist, am I?

Of relatively minor importance in this country, I assure you.

But your knowledge could be of great importance elsewhere.

My knowledge!

- I don't even know who I am.
- Precisely.

I give you my word, Miss Ellison, that he has no dependents.

That's one of the reasons why he was chosen.

I suppose it never occurred to you that I might be given some choice.

For those who are chosen there is no choice.

You see, there really is no escape.

Only I can give you your knowledge back.

You can't make me do anything against my will and you know it.

I'd rather persuade you to cooperate willingly.

I can see you're imagining some kind of painful physical persuasion.

But in your case I do not agree.

What is the use of breaking a man's body if it does not give you his spirit?

Oh, you love hearing yourself talk, don't you?

I think I shall hold your attention quite effectively with what I'm going to say.

Let us study the board.

A white queen and a white pawn.

And the red pieces, a knight, a bishop, a castle and a pawn.

We can dispense with the kings from this problem...

...because the solution is quite simple.

Whatever move white makes, red is bound to win.

We can remove that too, you're unlikely to fall for that gambit now.

That was Mitzi.

You, of course, are the white pawn.

Now, this is me.

I represent the mental attack.

But I'm afraid it'll take more time than I can spare.

And this is the castle.

Symbol of force, We can remove that...

No, I think we'll leave that on the table for the moment.

And that brings us to the white queen.

In fact...

Miss Ellison.

What about her?

A threat to the queen is a serious thing in chess.

Particularly if she can't move out of danger.

And here in Downview Hall, she can't.

If you cooperate with us, she goes free.

If not...

Yes.

I'm sure you wish no harm to come to her.

Joe, you mustn't worry about me.

Look, aren't you overplaying your hand a little?

You can kill a drunken doctor and get away with it, perhaps,

but you'd never dare touch her.

She lives alone, unprotected.

Such girls are sometimes found dead.

Strangled.

Strange men wander about.

Even escaped lunatics.

Do I make myself clear?

You rogue!

My dear Mason, don't let us resort to violence.

Talk it over with Miss Ellison.

Take him away.

We've checked all the farms that take visitors.

There's nowhere else he could be staying unless he's camping out somewhere.

George White, sir.

- All right, bring him in.
- The gamekeeper, sir.

Good evening, Mr. White. Sit down.

Mr. White, we're trying to find a Miss Ellison.

An American lady.

I understand she lives in the woods near you.

Can you help us at all?

Miss Ellison? Ain't she over at the cottage?

No, we've just been there.

Don't know where she could have got to then. There's no telling with her.

Mr. White.

Have you seen any strangers or suspicious characters in the woods?

Ay, now you're asking, I have too.

Can you describe him?

They were a gang of chaps looking for an escaped loony from Downview Hall.

Close on midnight last night it were.

- Was anything reported?
- No, sir.

Unless it was that chap Kelly there you saw in the mortuary.

That we found in the road a couple of hours earlier.

What made you think they were suspicious?

Nasty-looking lot they were.

I seen one of them had a gun.

I seen it as clear as anything.

I asked him about it and he pretended he don't know what I'm talking about.

Ever seen that man before?

I don't know.

I might've.

Where?

It ain't none of my business where.

Now listen.

If you can help us, it may be a way of helping Miss Ellison.

Hey, he couldn't be that chap they were looking for, could he?

Where did you see him?

I seen him up with Miss Ellison in the cottage this morning.

- Is that all you know?
- Ay.

Ain't seen neither of them since.

- All right, Mr. White, thank you.
- She...

- She's come to no harm, has she?
- Not as far as we know.

Thank you, sir.

I think we'll pay a courtesy visit to Downview Hall.

Hm, it seems that our friend spent his day in London for some purpose.

You brainless idiots.

Six of you and you let him slip through your fingers...

...and give interviews to the police.

It must have been the girl.

A pity. But my treatment was successful.

They still have no idea of his real identity.

Success is 100%, anything less is failure.

We do no assess degree of failure.

A police car.

Manning, get into your white coat, and take your time letting them in.

Cattrell, you deal with them.

Good evening, Inspector. Won't you come in?

Good evening, doctor.

Sorry to bother you again,

but this is Superintendent Davidson of Scotland Yard.

He wishes to make a few inquiries.

- How do you do?
- Good evening.

Professor Cattrell's here, I expect he's the one you'd like to see.

Yes, we would.

Oh, if you wait here, I'll see if the professor's free.

Come in.

Professor Cattrell,

Supt. Davidson from Scotland Yard and Insp. Hayman from Medworth...

...would like a word with you.

Show them in by all means.

Yes, Professor.

Would you come this way, please?

Good evening, gentlemen.

To what am I indebted to this visit?

We're making inquiries about a man called Ivan Mason,

whom I've reason to believe may have been a patient of yours.

Mason?

Mason.

I can't recall that name.

- How long ago would this be?
- Very recently.

Oh, I'm afraid you must be mistaken, I've had no one of that name here.

I understand that you were looking for an escaped patient...

...in the area of Shooters Wood at midnight last night, is that so?

Oh, yes, poor Kelly, a very, very sad case.

Inspector Hayman's no doubt informed you.

One of our failures, I'm afraid.

Acute alcoholism. But then...

One can do nothing if they get access to supplies.

But he was found at 9:55 p.m.

Oh quite.

Quite. But then, our search parties were out half the night before we could contact.

I see. These search parties of yours...

Do they normally carry fire arms?

Fire arms? Good heavens, no!

Ever seen this man before?

No.

No, his face is quite unknown to me.

With your permission, I'd like to look around.

I'm afraid I can't allow that, Superintendent.

These are not normal people. The shock of seeing strangers...

Then you refuse permission.

I'm sorry, I regret that I must. My first duty is to my patients.

They've just been settled down for the night.

In that case we'll call back in the morning. Good night, Professor Cattrell.

Good night, Superintendent, good night, Inspector.

Driver.

Pull up in the cover of those bushes.

I think they've got Paxton and the girl inside...

...and are not taking any chances. They'll try getting them clear.

Pass me the microphone.

And driver, go around the back and see if there's another way out.

Get all the cars you can...

...and tell someone to find a magistrate for a search warrant. We'll wait here.

Very good, sir.

"HB2 calling. Inspector Haymond."

"All cars, repeat, all cars stand by."

We've got to get out of here fast.

Now, Manning, you take Marks with you in the ambulance.

Evan, you drive.

- Mitzi, you look after the girl.
- You know what to do.

I'm not going to take that Ellison girl with me.

We meet you at the docks.

I'm not going to take her with me, I tell you!

I'm getting out of here!

Look after him, Marks.

Pull yourself together.

Get started!

Stepan, Olav, wait for me outside.

Cattrell, I'm sorry that your plan has misfired.

We had such confidence in your methods.

But he's still in the house, we can continue the treatment.

Oh, there's no time.

Since the newspapers came out, I had to make another plan.

But you will be out of the country with us within the next half hour.

But, Joe, after all this, you simply can't just give up and go with them.

There's nothing else to do.

I'll never risk them harming you.

You mustn't, you're the important one.

Promise me you won't give in to them.

Well, can't you see, they can't hold you hostage for me indefinitely.

I might be able to give them the slip later on.

What makes you think they'll keep their word about me?

No, they couldn't do that.

I'm every bit as dangerous to them as Kelly.

Joe.

All I ask is that you let me stay and help.

All right, take her.

No, no, you can't do this!

That's enough! Come on, quickly now.

Quickly!

Ambulance number CXY 245. It's just left by the back entrance...

...with several passengers in the stretcher case, sir. Headed towards Medworth.

- Get in, we'll pick them up.
- Right.

Stop and investigate ambulance CXY 245...

...believed to contain missing persons, James Paxton and Rhona Ellison.

Cars HB4 and 6 proceed to Downview Hall as ordered and await instructions.

HB2 over.

( in Russian )

What's holding them up?

Has anything gone wrong with your plans?

My plans don't go wrong.

Bring him down now.

Don't bungle it.

A small dose only.

You don't want to have to carry him.

I hope you think I'm capable of giving an injection.

This is HB2, ambulance in sight.

Traveling on London-Medworth Road.

"Am overtaking. HB2 over."

What's the idea?

- This is an emergency.
- I'd like to take a look inside.

But it's a matter of life and...

Are you all right, Miss Ellison?

- Where's Mason?
- They've got him at Downview Hall.

Downview Hall? Get all cars back to Downview Hall immediately.

You'd better come with us.

Quickly, Stepan, quickly.

Look!

Get your men to keep that plane from taking off.

Miss Ellison!

Are you alright, Mr. Paxton?

Yes, I'm...

Yes, I'm all right now, thank you.

So you're the famous scientist.

Yes, I'm afraid I am.

Do you mind?

No.

You thumb a ride from me once.

Remember?

Yes, I remember.