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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 that they'd heard
you could get dough for it.

Big dough.

Who are-? 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
fellow passengers.

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 a stroll?

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 offhand

with Mr. Peterson.

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

he'd misunderstand
and try to push me around.

Mr. Peterson is a bully.

- Billy, did you see this?
- Huh?

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?

But he only-

I thought he only stayed behind

to get that 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.

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

He had visions
of him trotting upstairs

to his superiors
and announcing,

"I have certain information
that certain persons

are paid certain sums
of money-"

Don't talk so loud, Billy.

"- to obtain illegal rights
to certain mineral supplies".

That Indian-
That rajah 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 the caf�,

drink a lot of Pernod,
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.

The luggage is in there.

Bring it up.

Harry, 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. Well, 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.

Oh, 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 human life is cheap,
to perform ghastly experiments

which require
the sacrifice 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 S.S. 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.

How much delay
does this mean?

Oh, 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.

Probably it isn't
the oil pump at all.

Just making it 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.

A 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.

And 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.

Well, that's awfully kind
of you, but-

Us?

You and your associates?

My wife and me.

The Committee.

Oh, uh, Mr. Chelm, I-

I want you to meet
a friend of mine.

This is the Galloping Major.

The Committee wants you
to toddle 'round.

- Okay.
- Right away.

- I'll be along.
- 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 6.

Arrivederci.

Dannreuther, an American,
I suppose.

Anyway, I-
I quite like him.

Time, 24 hours in a day.

One-thousand-four-hundred
and forty 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 said it,
O'Horror.

My name is not O'Horror.

It is O'Hara. You hear?
Mr. O'Hara.

Yes, Mr. O'Horror, ahem,
but you remember I said it.

I said we ought
to take a plane.

Time. Time. What is time?

The Swiss manufacture it.
The French hoard it.

The 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 any more talk
about flying.

The sky is 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. Ha-ha.

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 heads

that the population down there
has trained noses?

They 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.

Well, 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,
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.

He bequeathed it
to me on his deathbed.

Well, here's to Oriposo.
I hope you like champagne.

You mean, it's yours?

Gave it to my former chauffeur,
the fat bandit in the front.

Harry, look
at that wonderful villa.

Oh, that was Bertie Crampton's.

Oh, you mean, Lord Crampton
in Gloucestershire. Heh.

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.

Well, I'd hardly
describe myself as escaping.

It so happened that a relative
of mine, first cousin actually,

who died recently, happened
to own a coffee plantation.

Africa's the place now.

You talk about the diamond boys,
the gold boys.

They've just skimmed
a little off the top.

The potential mineral wealth
of Africa

has hardly been scratched.

Now, there is a villa.

Big.

That's the Villa Capriccio,
famed in song and story.

A three-star attraction
in Baedeker.

Well, whose is it?

The banks own it now.
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!

Wait here a minute
while I rout old Charles out.

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

Charles!

Heh.

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.

Well, perhaps he did.

I beg leave to doubt it.

Did you notice his wife?

She seemed to me rather
a sensitive little woman.

Really embarrassed
by all that rot.

I'm sorry, signor,

as you see, we are closed.

We do not open
for another two months.

Charles, what's going on here?
This place is falling to rack and ruin.

The placed is closed. We'll 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 Monsieur Dann. Heh-heh.

Nothing is closed
to Monsieur Dann.

Good to see you again,
Charles.

It's been too long,
Monsieur Dann.

Not since the night
you left the villa. Ha.

Remember your farewell party?

I've tried ever since
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 the most wonderful day,

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

Uh, his former villa. Hm.

Obviously, I can't go.
I've got a chill on my liver.

What a 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-I'm afraid we can't.

Harry has
this wretched chill and-

Uh, give me the telephone.

Chelm here.

Yes.

Quite.

Absolutely.

A hot water bottle.

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

Now, 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, Gwendolen, nowadays
one 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.

Face it.

Use it.

Master it.

You know,
I- I've seen Americans

on the street and in the cinema,
of course, but I-

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?

Oh, the longest I've ever
lived anywhere is two years.

But when you were a child,

didn't you ever have a mother
and father and a house

and a street and a town?

No. I, uh- I was an orphan
until I was 20,

and then a rich
and beautiful lady adopted me.

Heh. You know,
I've changed my mind

about your being
an evil doctor.

You're off to keep
a rendezvous some place

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 blond queen

to impress the natives as-

A- 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?
- Mm-hm.

Well, you shouldn't, you know.
You really shouldn't.

Mr. Chelm.

Yes?

It is I, Mrs. Dannreuther.
Maria.

Oh, come on.

Tea for two and two for tea.

Now, that's most awfully kind.

You shouldn't
have troubled. Really.

Billy told me you had a chill.

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

is 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's acquiring

is extremely rich
in certain minerals.

Minerals which are indispensable

to the production
of atomic energy.

Harry's land simply teams
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.

So I was telling you
last night.

But of course,
it's a well-known fact.

Billy-Boy.

Had 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.

I don't believe
one word...

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 of course
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

and 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.

Some day I'll say goodbye

and you won't hear that either.

Some day I shall really
meet my type

and run off with him,

and you'll be simply amazed.

That'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.

If 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.

Well, what's our 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-

Is a tiptop name.

Many Germans in Chile have
become to be called O'Hara.

Good morning, Mr. O'Hara.

Madame. My respects.

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

Yes, uh, maybe perhaps, uh,
a little whiskey, huh?

Uh, very weak, please.

What's this visit
in honor of?

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

Okay, but make it fast.

Fast. Heh.

I give you my word, Billy. I-

I give you my word.
I'll feel to you like, uh-

Like an older brother.

Oh, it's not so much
the difference of age.

It's, uh-

It's probably-
Yes, the reason is because-

'Cause I come from a culture

which is so much older
than yours.

In my country a child,
6- years-old,

is older in his heart
than you will be at-

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-

That Peterson,
Ravello and 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, uh, Peterson or...

We're fellow passengers,
I believe.

Not quite yet,
would you say?

Too 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.
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.

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,

from his manner
and behavior, is one.

Oh, yes, very-
Well, quite, I mean.

I'm 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'd bought for a song.

Heaven forbid.

The next thing there'd be
big ugly holes everywhere

and great horrid machines
instead of, uh, lovely scenery.

Anyway, I- 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 of English history
has been 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
has been a power

in the city of London
for so long,

one of the great
financial families.

"A 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
has been almost exclusively

concerned with spiritual values.

He feels that
if he 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 really
better be going.

You'll excuse us,
Mr. Peterson.

What have you been
telling that man?

Why, nothing, Harry.

He got on to the subject
of religion,

and I just happened to mention
that we usually go

to church on Sunday.

Billy, I-
I think it is high time

you take stock of yourself.

Can you truthfully say
about yourself, I-

I, Billy Dannreuther,

have acted fairly and squarely
to my associates, huh?

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

Everybody knows Billy
is the soul of honor.

Shut up, sugar.

Perhaps he is the soul of honor

and perhaps appearances
are deceiving.

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

Nothing.

It's your conduct.
Your- Your-

Your conduct doesn't-

Your conduct does
not inspire confidence and-

And confidence, Billy,
is the most important necessity

in an undertaking of our kind.

One may be completely innocent,

but if one's actions
invite suspicion,

one might as well be guilty.

To be trustworthy
is not more important than-

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, uh-
Oh, come on, my dear fellow,

let me buy you a drink.

Oh, uh, Gwendolen, don't forget
to send one to Aunt Beatrice.

Can't understand it.

Gwendolen distinctly said she'd
join me on the beach,

then I come back and find her
sitting there in that caf�.

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.

A glass of Irish.

Women.

Hitler had the right idea.
Keep them in their place.

"Babies in the kitchen".

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

Come, come. Look here.

This generation's
had its chance.

Hitler, Mussolini,
those were 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 worrying.

Worrying?
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 a position to know.

Secret information.

The Rosicrucians.

The great white brotherhood.
The high secret orders.

But you've no faith.
You must have faith.

Faith and power. Secret power.

Men who guard the trust
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, uh,
absolutely no.

In the old days I should have
simply 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. Oh, sin.

All I could do was to keep
a straight face.

No. I'm certain of it now.

These are two very clever
and dangerous antagonists.

Sit here and help me close this.

But how could they possibly know
what we're 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.

Never 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 developments.

Dannreuther,
that lying, swinish,

rum-swilling, double-crosser.

What pleasure it would give me-

Ah, ah, 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, heh-heh-heh.

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.

Oh, what's happened,
Peterson?

It must be something important
to get you on a plane.

Perfectly simple,
Billy-Boy.

The trouble with the oil pump
and the general uncertainty

about when the Nyanga will sail

forces me to sacrifice
my personal comfort.

I prefer to fly rather than run
the risk of arriving too late.

Well, there's also such a thing
as arriving too early.

What do you mean by that?
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 in British East
all that time,

somebody's gonna 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 better get
your packing done.

Billy, where are you going?

Off to Africa.
Flying.

Just like that?

Weren't you even going
to kiss me goodbye?

I wish-

Don't say it.

What?

That you wish 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.

Oh, 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?

I mean, you must know plenty of
people who could bump them off.

It'd probably cost
a good deal,

but it'd 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,
uh, pounds or dollars?

Oh, either way suits me.

Now, 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.

Come 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 Chelms' 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.

Ha, ha. 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 spit,

you'd know 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 he'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-

My beautiful car.

Stop!
Hey, stop.

More than anything,

I want Billy to make
a grand success out there.

Well, 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.

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 to 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-?
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 friend,

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, mwah,
she's a very touching figure.

Poor Maria.

You really have had a-
A wretched time of it.

You are very understanding.

If only there was something
I could do.

Just now if you could bring me
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... 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
was 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. Ha! I did pack 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'll tell you what to do.
Have a bit of shuteye.

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

and there'll be no more
silly stories

about falling for a middle-aged
roustabout, rest his soul.

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 in going to...

For you, as Billy's widow,

it will be very easy to persuade
his friend in British East.

And- And for capital,
we have Chelm.

Quite evidently you've been
misinformed as to my interests.

What's the matter
with all of you?

Is somebody dead?

The 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 counted 13 backwards
13 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 S.S. Nyanga
will sail at midnight.

I can't see it anywhere.

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 onboard till
my dispatch box has been found.

Having trouble, Chelm?

Nothing 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?

Say, look, what's happened
to Harry?

He's been giving me
the fisheye all evening.

- Oh.
- What is it?

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

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.

A 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.

It'll be 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-

And catch an express
for somewhere-

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

You're not in 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 a professional.

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

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.

Only has one eye.

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 Chelm".

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 is not what Billy
said, then- Then what is he?

We are at sea 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.

What to do? What to do?

The time has come
for direct action.

Do you remember last night
when we came onboard,

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.

Uh, 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?

Haven't seen
a paper in days.

It's not funny.

They've stolen
Harry's dispatch box.

Who stole his dispatch box?

That dreadful little major.

He took it to Peterson.
They went through it.

Well, it's all your fault.

I suppose you know that.
My fault?

The poppycock
you've been peddling.

All that junk about
the Chelm interests 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- I couldn't bear it

for you to think
I was just a nobody

married to the son of
a boardinghouse in Earls Court.

The- The son of a what?

A boardinghouse.

That's what
Harry's parents do.

They run a boardinghouse
for decayed gentlefolk.

Well, but the way he talks,
the way he acts. I thought-

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 boardinghouse,

or whatever he is,

I suppose I'd better
get his box back.

Oh, he got it back himself.

Well, then,
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.

Heh. I-
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 had 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 feeling?

No, I don't care
for a drink.

And this matter is far
from settled.

While rifling through
my personal effects,

you must've noticed
I had a letter of introduction

to 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!

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

As far as I am concerned,
this is a closed incident.

You've got your box back.

Why not forget
the whole thing?

What interest do you expect
the Colonial Office to take-?

On the contrary, I expect them
to take a considerable interest

in a gang of crooks who are
trying to swindle a 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,
heh, didn't we?

You, Ravello,
my own partner,

sneak up behind my back and-
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.

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.

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 live and denounce
Peterson to the authorities

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

In the long run
you'll do much better

to get clear of these people.

They're 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 fill 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 will 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 compromises,
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 the 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.

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

Oh, shut your trap!

Go on, do what you like.

You think you're such
a brave man.

I'll tell you what you are.

You are a heel.

Huh!

What the blazes now?

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

Oil pump's on the blink.
Electricity's failed.

Utter folly, a ship lying
in darkness this way.

We might well be rammed
at any minute.

I'll attend to this myself.
Which way is the engine room?

The passengers are not
permitted to-

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. Did 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.

But 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 hymnbooks?

Your husband claims to have
learned all the about engines

and such things when he was
an officer in the Royal Marines.

If he 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
and not a man,

but that wasn't
Harry's fault.

Just a slight error
in judgment.

The lights. They come on.

He must have fixed it.

Impossible.

The engines are turning.

We're under way.

I still say it's impossible.

Uh, ladies and, uh, gentlemen,

may I have your attention
for a moment.

I'm 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.

The pig who wrecked the ship!

Where is he?!
I'll tear out his gizzard!

Mr. Chelm, forward, please.
The captain wants to see you.

There you are. You devil.

You wreck my beautiful ship!

Nothing of the sort.

Some scalawag down there
sabotaged my work

out of pure malice!

You explode my engine! I break
your bones, I kill you!

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

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

Let me at him.

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 are heading for the nearest
port and there seems to be

some chance of our making it.

Great. Let's go.

Come along.

Now, who was last down?

Blast.

Billy-Boy, be a good fellow
and make a fourth for 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,
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 the saloon.

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's not a criminal.

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

Well, we are 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.

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.

Well, keeping up appearances
isn't exactly what I meant.

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

He's being 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 threatening

to blow the whole thing
wide open.

- They killed a man?
- Uh-huh.

Really. Who?

Oh, just a man.

Well, for all Harry's
being too, too tiresome

and my loving you
to distraction,

I- 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.

Then 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 a lady screaming?

One down.

Captain, captain!

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.

The curtain's going down
on this one.

Every time I turn my back,
someone makes trouble.

They break the engine.
They beat each other with fists.

They throw each other overboard.
That man attacked me.

Ah, you. You again!

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

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

Is that true?!

Well...

It's no use, Billy,

my trying to protect Harry
any further.

I may as well tell
the whole truth.

Captain, it- 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-

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 wreck my ship!

You try to kill the passengers.

Caruso!
But I'm the only sane person

on this ship!

That's why you're all
against me.

Let me go!
I'll kill the lot of you.

I warn you, captain!

Poor Harry,
it's awfully sad.

We've tried everything
to cure him.

How dare you lay hands on me!

You hooligans!

I'll have you put in irons.

You'll be the ones in irons.

Good, good.

We'll have
no more 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's 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- I mean, the authorities
would hardly listen

to the ravings of a lunatic,
would they?

Well, 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.

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-

With some rough shooting and-
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 stations, everybody.

We're 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 we-?

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?

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.

Mamma mia, Arabs.
Oh, mamma mia.

Get rid
of your passports, boys.

Mrs. Chelm, Billy-Boy,

my identity must remain
a secret.

Arlio, what's that?

It was the company who 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
in 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, i-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 is going
to happen?

Do you think
they will torture us?

Just let them try it.
I'm a British subject.

I wouldn't say it too loud.

We shipwreck.

Big boat go down bottom ocean.

We take little boat.

Row all day.

Row all night.

Savvy?

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

Walk up and kick them
in the belly.

Show 'em who's boss
right away.

We sight land.

Your land.

Praise Allah.

Come ashore.

Suddenly, boom, boom, boom.

No good way
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
at dead of night.

What was the name
of the vessel?

The S.S. 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-

Tsk-tsk.

- hoping to fan the flames
of revolution.

Therefore, we check carefully
on the activities of strangers.

But 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.

Yes.

Hut to hut, I suppose.

And you, sir,
I take it,

are the head salesman.

The ringleader of this group.

Oh, no. No group.

We met for the first time
onboard ship.

Complete strangers
to one another.

Liar!

The 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 am not the illiterate,
simple-minded native

you are fool enough
to take me for.

I am a great man.
A serious man.

I spit on you.
Phew.

I spit on you
and all your lies.

Off to the wrong start,
Peterson.

There's only one way
to deal with these 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.

Oh, 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'm a sick man.
I've got a bad heart.

I mustn't talk any more.

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
4000 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's lead
a thoroughly decadent life.

I must say, I thought
he had more backbone than that.

Backbone, hm, 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'd 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 give you
a letter of introduction.

She'll fall an 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?

Does 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.

Well, why shouldn't
they be?

Fat gut's my best friend.

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.

Fifty-fifty.
Oh, uh,

by the way, fat gut's nature
isn't noble like ours.

He might try to bargain.

I do not bargain
with a puffball 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 heard 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.

No 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.

Uh...

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

It's blackmail.

I can't pay.

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 come aboard,
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.

I'm sorry, not now.

Forgive me,
but it's rather important.

Yes, it always is.

I was a newspaper man
myself once.

Very well, you may quote me
as saying

that everybody was heroic
except Mrs. Dannreuther,

who ate all our boots.

Very amusing, but, uh,
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'Horror.

- I said we ought to take a plane.
- Mustn't dawdle, Billy-Boy.

Great deal to do
and not much time.

Those the other members
of your party?

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

Well, 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.

There's a gentleman here
wants to speak to you.

A Mr. Jack Clayton
of Scotland Yard.

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

Oh, 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.

Well, how do you do?

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

so perhaps I'll have
a glass of bubbly after all.

Peterson.

How do you do, sir?

How do you do?

Ravello. Heh.
And, uh, Mr. O'Horror.

O'Hara. Julius O'Hara.

Delighted.

I'm the one to be delighted.

It had begun to look as though

I'd never catch up
with you people

and that would have 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.

Recall the subject
under discussion?

Vaguely.

Uh, crop yield.

The native labor situation.

Inches of rain.

Vaccination shots. Heh.

How long had you known
Mr. Vanmeer?

Oh, 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, uh, 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.

"Can't amount"
is what I call it.

More champagne, Clayton?

No, thank you.

As I 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.

Should you 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 over 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...

Oh, this is the end.

The end.