All language subtitles for Circle.of.Danger.1951.DVDRip.x264.AC3

Take it easy. What you
want to do? Ruin them?

Hey Ernie, can you hear me?
I still can't get you.

How much longer?
─ A couple of minutes.

Anything coming through there?
─ Nah, still on the the ????

Oh, it's ten to one we've
got another dud.

Wait a minute .. here he comes.

Okay Ernie, it's tungsten alright,
but how much is there?

The hold is full and it's brimming over.

Well?
─ Just a minute.

That's the lowest we'll clear.

Say, that's not bad.
It's not bad at all.

Are you sure this is the minimum?

Sure I'm sure. Tungsten is tungsten
and salvage is salvage.

What are you doing?
─ Division.

Of what?
─ Wait a minute.

That's your split on the bottom, right?
─ Sure.

What would you give me for
my share in this outfit?

Ship, cargo, charts, the works.

You must be out of your mind. Quit now
when we've just made our first strike?

Make me an offer.

Eighteen G's.

Eighteen G's .. with my cut of the
tungsten, that'll be about 30,000 bucks.

Okay, it's a deal.
─ I don't get it.

We've been hanging around Florida
waters for months.

Now we're all set to make real dough,
you want to quit.

When I came of the Navy I figured salvage
was the best way to make 25 grand fast.

Well, maybe four years isn't
setting any records, but ..

What you going to do with it?

I'm going to take a trip .. to Europe.

What's the matter? Europe will still be
there in a couple of years from now.

You think so .. I'm not
waiting that long.

You're not going to tell me it's a dame?

Sammy .. I ain't going to tell you anything.

Only going to England?
─ That's all.

How long do you expect to
be staying in England, sir?

Just a couple of weeks.

Thank you.

How much?
─ Seven and six.

Seven and six is thirteen. You mean
six shillings and seven pence?

I don't. I mean seven shillings and six
pence. Three half-crowns will do it.

Sorry, I have only been here a
week, and I haven't caught on yet.

Is that right?
─ Well, it's a fare.

How's that?
─ Hail Columbus!

Ah tea, good .. thank you.

May I come in?
─ Mr Douglas? Certainly.

Yes, I did say eleven o'clock
didn't I. Take a seat will you.

Fairbairn here.

"What's happened about the Hollroyd job?"
─ What?

"The compensation for that accident at Greenwich."

Oh, the Hollroyd papers.

Yes, I finished those last night. They
are on their way round to you now.

Anything for me today Colonel?

Well yes, as a matter of fact there is.

Sorry to have been so long about
it, but I did say a week, didn't I.

Now you wanted the present address ..

Of a fellow called Smithers.
Alfred Smithers.

Providing he is the same Smithers
who was in the Commandos.

Yes, this is the chap alright .. but you
won't be able to get in touch with him.

He died a couple of months ago.
Results of old wounds apparently.

He died but I ..

Sorry, nothing I can do about it though.

Now wait a minute, there
is something you can do.

You could put me in touch with somebody
else. Anybody who was in that same unit.

You'll have to take that sort of thing up
with the Inquiries Department I'm afraid.

You mean, weave through
all that red tape again?

Why, for the love of Mike .. ?

Regulations, you know.

Why don't you just say you don't want
to do any more than you have to?

I shouldn't have blown my
top like that. I apologize.

Perfectly alright Mr Douglas.

What I ought to have done was to explain
why this thing is so important to me.

You see, it's really about
my younger brother.

Fairbairn here.

"There's a reference to memorandum FY24.
Memorandum FY24 .."

Sorry, I haven't had time yet. I'll get
to it as soon as I possibly can.

You were saying something
about a brother.

Yeah .. mine.

It's a long story, so I'll cut it short.

He came over here and joined your
Army before we were in .. in 1940.

Good for him.

He got into the Commandos and got killed
on one of the last raids before D-Day.

Too bad. Very sorry to hear that.
─ Well.

Anyway, after I was notified of Hank's
death, my ship pulled into Portsmouth.

And I found out that this particular
Commando unit was stationed close by.

So I went over there to ask if
there were any buddies of his.

And that's where I ran into
this fellow Smithers.

And, well I just wanted to see
him again. That was all.

We didn't have much
time to talk that once.

No, I see .. you should have told
me all this before, you know.

Now let's have another loök. I seem to
remember a letter from some fellow.

Ah yes, here it is.

Now this fellow wrote about
the service funeral.

He seemed to be a close friend of
Smithers too. He might do I should think.

Why sure he would. Thanks
Colonel, thanks very much.

Well, here we are.

Now this place is in Wales ..
It's quite a journey ..

You take a train from Paddington.

Thanks again for all you've done for me,
especially after the way I've behaved.

Oh no. My fault entirely.

I expect I seem like what you fellows
call a "stuffed shirt" I believe.

Goodbye to you.
─ Goodbye.

The first cage will be up in a minute.

Llewellyn! Idwal Llewellyn.

There is a visitor for you Idwal.
This is the man Mr Douglas.

What is your business with me, man?

There must be some mistake. I'm looking
for a Llewellyn who was in the Commandos.

The way you talk, you're an America then?
─ Yeah.

Oh, it is young Idwal you want. My son.

Taffy .. Taffy .. This is my son.

Taffy, this gentleman has come all
the way from America to see you.

My name is Douglas, Clay Douglas.

You were in the Commandos
with Al Smithers weren't you?

You knew Al?

Well, I met him during the war. I wanted
some information from him but ..

Well, maybe you can help me?

What are you going to do? Here Taffy.
Are you not helping the gentleman?

What is it about?

Well I don't think we can talk here.
Suppose you eat with me.

I will have to get cleaned up.

Well come to the bathhouse.
Mr Douglas can't wait man.

You bring him along. I will go ahead.

Now you boys will wish to be talking.
So I will take myself about my business.

You know, I'm not sure I can help
you much about your brother.

It was on a raid, I know that.

In Brittany .. a little place
called San Celeste.

But tell me, how many other casualties
were there, besides Hank?

He was the only one.

Unusual wasn't it?
─ Perhaps.

Thinking I was. It would be very bad if
Mr Douglas was going back to America.

And thinking there was no
hospitality in Wales at all.

My cousin David.

Say he knows there is no such thing
as an American who is not hospitable.

They have more indeed to
be hospitable with, but uh ..

We can do our best, too.

That raid .. how many men were on it?

How would I be knowing that?
─ You remember everything else.

I remember what I was told only.

What you were told?
But you were there ..

That I was not .. I was in dock with a
bullet in my leg, that I got a week before.

That hadn't occurred to me. I'm sorry
about the third degree routine.

How was your journey from America.
─ Oh fine, fine.

Tell me something. What do you know about
the circumstances of Hank's death?

I have told you, I was not on that raid.

But you might have heard something?
From Smithers maybe?

Look you, I am tired of this
beating about the bush.

You are wanting to say something, but
you are afraid. Make up your mind.

Alright, my brother was shot through the head.

What Smithers said makes me believe that
the bullet that killed him wasn't German.

In fact, I think that Hank was murdered
by one of the other Commandos on that raid.

Is that straight enough?

I see ..

Look, I will tell you what I know. It isn't
much but Alf did say something to me.

He came to see me in hospital.

He told me what he told you .. that there
was something odd about Hank getting it.

When there wasn't a Gerry for miles
that hadn't been taken care of.

Alf was .. worried about it.

But we couldn't talk.
Not there in the ward.

And afterwards, when I was back in
the unit, he wouldn't say any more.

What do you mean "wouldn't"?

When I asked him about he said there was
nothing to it. He must have been mistaken.

Somebody got to him, you think?

I'm only telling you how it was.

But tell me something else. Who was it in
that unit that didn't get along with Hank?

For me, they was all good lads.

I'm not doing any guessing like that.

Well .. put me on to somebody else.

Give me an address, anything.
I'll start from scratch.

No .. I'm not mixing in this any more.

You me to tell me I've come all this
way just to get to a blind alley?

Look, you were a buddy of Hank's.
Can't you understand how I ..

Ah, skip it.

You got a bit of paper?

This is the only address I know.

It's in Scotland.

Major McArran .. he was
in command of the raid.

You know, I never saw a
country like this .. it's just ..

And why shouldn't you be liking
it? It's where you belong.

What do you mean?

You think you're an
American, but you're not.

You're a "Black Douglas"
man if ever I saw one.

You'll not take the love of this out of a
man's blood. Not in a few generations.

Well, it's only two at that.
You may be right.

Well, here we are.

Over yonder is mother McArran
herself. The mother of Hamish.

Mrs McArran, I've brought a visitor for
you. A mister Douglas from America.

I was at the station when I heard
him asking Forbes for Hamish.

Thank you Angus.

How do you do, Mr Douglas.
─ How do you do Mrs McArran.

I feel I should explain ..
─ Stop. Don't come a step nearer.

It's the bees. They are very
rampageous this morning.

Alright for me of course, but they
would eat a stranger alive.

Yes, I see what you mean.

Sheila, take Mr Douglas
into the house will you.

Forgive me, won't you. I'll join you when
I've got these creatures under control.

If you come this way, sir.

Sheila! Sheila, quickly.

Will you go in sir. The drawing
room is right down the house.

Holy mackerel!

Oh, I'm so sorry.
─ It's alright.

It must have hurt you terribly. When you
opened the door it slipped out of my hand.

It wasn't even the book
I was looking for.

"Arms and Armour of the
Seventeenth Century."

I'll take that one .. full coverage.

Uhuh .. the all-American effect.

You don't look like a football player.
─ What do you know about football?

Don't sound so baffled. I happen to be an
English woman who has been to America.

Whenever I hear an American
voice I get sort of .. homesick.

Hey, can't they shoot you
for treason for that?

Oh no. I'm cementing relations.

It always sounds so horribly
uncomfortable, doesn't it ..

Yeah.

How long since you were
last in the States?

Oh, not since the war unfortunately.

I was with the RAF delegation in Washington
from 42 to 45. What were you doing then?

I was in the Navy, South Pacific
mostly. Submarines .. cigarette?

Oh an American cigarette. I haven't
had one of these for years.

I didn't know the McArran's
were expecting a visitor.

Funny, they didn't tell me.

The McArran's? Aren't you one?

No, I'm Elspeth Graham. I'm just
staying in the glen for a few weeks.

Oh, well my name is Douglas,
Clay Douglas .. how are you?

I suppose you are a friend of Hamish's?

Well no, not exactly.

I'm so sorry to have kept you
waiting Mr Douglas.

Elspeth dear, I didn't
know you were here.

Hello Margaret, I just sneaked
in to borrow a book.

And I needn't have worried
about Mr Douglas after all.

Have you introduced yourselves?
─ Oh yes, I didn't waste a minute.

I dropped a book on his head, poor man.

Take your coat off won't you,
and come and sit down.

Thank you.

Now there's no bees around ma'am, I can
explain myself. I came to see your son.

Angus said he was away but that
he'd be back this afternoon.

I'm afraid he won't. He's not
coming until tomorrow.

Oh .. oh that's too bad.

You will stay here of course.
We'd be delighted to have you.

There you are children.
Bring them in Sheila.

I couldn't impose on you like that.

Your bag is upstairs already
sir .. in the south room.

This is Andrew Dunlop .. and Meg ..
─ Robertson.

Robertson, of course. And Jock Buchanan.

The children are going to
sing in our school festival.

Aren't you children? And we're
using my piano to practice with.

You there Meg .. Andrew in
the middle .. that's right.

You know, this makes me
think of my own mother.

She was determined to
make a choirboy out of me.

Did she succeed?
─ No, not so you'd notice.

Where does you mother live now?

Well, she's dead. She died
when I was in school.

My father too. They were both
killed in an automobile crash.

How dreadful for you ..
Were you all alone then?

Oh no, no. I had a brother,
but he was just a kid then.

Where is he now?

He was killed in action in 1944.

Oh .. I'm so sorry.

That's really why I am here.

You see, Hank served
under Major McArran.

Really?

An American in the Commandos?
How did he manage that?

Well, he came over here in 1940
and joined the British Army.

He was always a great kid for getting
into fights, any time, anybody.

I never saw him again.

So, as I was going to be in
Britain anyway on business ..

I thought I'd grab the chance to
pick up all the dope I could.

I'm sure Hamish will do all he can.
He keeps in touch with his men, I know.

Now children, shall we begin ..

Oh dear!

Never mind Jock, you can't help it
can you. We'll try again shall we.

Do you really want to see
me all the way home?

Sure.
─ Come along then.

But you'll have to climb a little.

I wanted to show you this.

It's called a ????
─ What's that?

It is Gaelic. It means
the sound of shore.

Listen.

Strange, isn't it?
─ Yeah.

Almost as if everything was .. waiting.

Here.

Oh I'm sorry .. let me take a look.

It's alright, it just startled me.

I think I will have a
cigarette after all.

Achoo.

Not getting cold, are you?

No .. I suffer from hay fever.

It could be that.
─ It's white heather, isn't it?

That's supposed to be lucky?
─ Yes, but not for me.

You know, I keep thinking this country
is like some place I've been before.

Then I find it isn't.

Maybe that fellow Angus was right.

Angus?

Yeah, he says I belong here. That I'm
a "Black Douglas" if ever he saw one.

He was just flattering you.

The Douglas's are low-landers
unless I'm very much mistaken.

Well, what's the matter with that?

Anyway, my grandfather used to
tell us that Mary Queen Of Scots ..

Couldn't have gotten along
without us Douglas's.

With all due respect
to your grandfather ..

I think the lady would have got on better
if she'd never even heard of your family.

Ah now, my family isn't that bad.

I guarantee to you she just couldn't
have made the grade without us.

No, Lord Boswell was
Mary's second husband.

And he wasn't a Douglas.

The man who killed
her first husband was.

You've got it all wrong, you see what ..

So, is that your house?
─ Uhuh.

Oh I like this ..

We can always look it up, you know.
In fact, why don't we do it now?

Come along in.

Oh it's a nice room.

I'm afraid it's in a bit of a mess.

Are you an artist?
─ Well ..

Yes, in a way. I write children's
stories and illustrate them.

Oh ..

Now .. where's that book?

It should be about here.

Would you like a drink?
─ No, not right now.

This may be it.

"Scotland, Chapter 4. Agriculture."

Aren't you in the wrong place?

It's not the right book.

Excuse me.

You know, I'm wondering. Why are we
so interested in Mary Queen Of Scots?

I want to find out.

Which of us is right, I mean.

Oh sure. Yeah ..

Well, maybe we can settle
it some other time ..

I think right now, I'd
better be going back.

Oh, thank you very much
for seeing me home.

I suppose you think I'm silly but
I have to be sure of things.

So?
─ So ..

I'm going to find that book.

You do that.

Hamish! Darling, I didn't
expect you so soon.

I didn't have to wait for a train. Innes
drove me to Mull and I got a cab from there.

Who is that with Elspeth?

But here's the real baby.
Just take a look at that.

Hello Elspeth, how are you?
─ Afternoon Angus.

Sheila.

Hamish, we've had a
wonderful day's fishing.

This is my son. Hamish,
this is Mr Douglas.

How are you?

Quite a fish. Who's responsible?

Mr Douglas himself. The
whole catch is his.

I don't remember a better rod
since I fished loch ????

Thanks.

Angus has to keep reminding himself that
it's a "Black Douglas" he's admiring.

And not an American.
─ Well, here we go again.

Anybody can be proud of this one.

Hamish, there's something Mr Douglas has
come all the way from America to ask you.

Why not take him into the study?
─ By all means.

Sit down, won't you.

Glass of sherry?
─ Yes, thanks.

Now .. what was it you wanted to ask me?

Do you remember a man who served
under you called Hank Douglas?

Very well .. any relation?

Yeah, my brother. How did he
do? Was he a good soldier?

Better than good.

He was killed in that San Celeste
raid, wasn't he?

Yes.

Do you happen to know
where he was buried?

I'm afraid I can't help you there.

I was afraid of that .. he was the
only casualty .. wasn't he?

Yes, come to think of it, he was.
─ How come?

I'm afraid I don't know. You see
we were timed to push off ..

Just as I was told he'd caught it.

The you can't tell me anything
about his actual death?

I'm afraid I can't .. sorry.

I guess you're wondering why
the cross-examination.

Well, it's partly sentiment and
part .. well, call it family pride.

Well, it's partly sentiment, and
part .. well, call it family pride.

As I told your mother, I'd like to see if
I couldn't pick up some mementos ..

You know, snapshots, personal
gear. Anything like that ..

Please .. you don't have to
bother with explanations.

I'm only sorry I can't help you.

How many men were on that
particular raid? Do you remember?

Let me see .. twelve I think.

Yes that was it .. two
officers, ten other ranks.

Mrs McArran told me that you kept
in touch with some of your men.

If you could put me on to anyone who was
on that operation I would appreciate it.

Well, that's not easy to remember.
I would have to look it up.

Well, maybe I could start you off.

I know the name of one
man .. it's "Smithers".

"Alf Smithers".

That's right .. he was a great
pal of your brother's too.

Have you seen him?
─ No.

No, he died a week or
two before I landed.

Did he? .. Oh that's to bad.

Mrs McArran says will you come into the
garden before dinner and look at the roses.

They are covered with greenfly.
─ Alright Sheila.

Well, we are through I believe.

Yeah .. yeah I guess so.

If I could just get those names
before I go in the morning.

Hamish!
─ Coming mother.

Well, that was quite nice I suppose.
I do not like these moderns.

It was Wagner, mother.
─ He should have known better.

Well, I must go now.

I've got a lot of work to finish before
tomorrow. I shall be up half the night.

Maybe you shouldn't have come fishing.

Oh, she needs any excuse
to get out of working.

Well, goodnight.

Come on Elspeth, I'll walk you home.

Goodnight Mr Douglas.

Oh I suppose I should say goodbye in case
I don't see you before you go tomorrow.

Well, don't work too hard. You've got
some research to do. Had you forgotten?

I certainly haven't .. It just is
that I cannot find that book.

Well, drop me a card when you do. I'll be
at the Savoy for another week anyway.

Ready Elspeth?
─ Oh, okay.

Goodnight Margaret. Thanks for everything.
─ Goodnight dear. See you tomorrow I hope.

I hope you've got everything
you want, Mr Douglas.

By the way, did you find out everything
you wanted from Hamish?

No, not everything. But he's
given me something to go on.

Aren't you coming in?

I thought you had a lot of work to do.
─ Oh not that much. Come on.

Wasn't there some question
of research or something?

You know, so that you can send
postcards to The Savoy.

Oh don't be so .. oh come on,
before I hit you over the head.

You can't expect me to wear a yashmak
and hide every time I see another man.

Just because you and I like each other ..
─ You know, who said I liked you?

I'm not at all sure I do.

But I love you .. and you know it.

Oh Hamish.

Now you sit down and smoke a
cigarette while I make drinks.

You know what my trouble is,
don't you? .. I hate Columbus.

Why didn't he stay at home?

Don't be silly .. we'd be in
an awful hole if he had.

Where are the cigarettes?

Box is on the bookshelf near the door.

That's Mr Douglas's. He must have forgotten it.

Yeah, careless isn't he ..

A pretty good hat too.

Here's your drink.

Seems rather a nice fellow.

He just happened to see
me home last night.

Well, that was civil of him.
Did you have a nice time?

Look here Hamish, if you're going to behave like this.

Why don't you got home and let
me get on with my work, huh?

Would you like me to take
this back to Douglas?

Thank you.

Did he leave anything else behind?
I mean, I might make up a small parcel.

You're being very funny .. but
this has gone far enough.

Just because you say you are in love with
me, and I've told you I'm fond of you ..

You haven't any right to behave as
if you thought I was your property.

Sorry darling .. I was only fooling.

Well, I'll .. cut along. I know
you want to do some work.

Not until you've had this.

Come on, hurry up. The
train will not wait for him.

Do not worry yourself man. He's
got all the time in the world.

It's just gone nine.

Thirteen and half minutes
past. That clock is slow.

It was right last night.
I wound it myself.

Whatever, I know my grandfather's watch
is never wrong, and I'll thank you not to ..

I'd like to say goodbye to your mother.

Well, she's probably out in the garden,
killing all the new-born greenfly.

Well look, I hate to
bother you, but uh ..

You forgot to give me those names.

Oh yes, so I did .. but
I made the list up.

Fatal casualties?

But Hank was the only
one at San Celeste?

Yes, the others got theirs later.

Martin bought his packet at Normandy.

These two, we called them the Dollis
sisters. They were killed on the same day.

O'Hara died of wounds just
before D-Day, and so did Shane.

Smithers is out of course too, now.

Oh and Piper, he ran into
a booby-trap at Lorenzo.

Lewis .. Sholto Lewis?

Haven't I seen that name
some place before?

There was an article in your Time
Magazine a year or so ago.

Sholto was browned off about it.
─ That was it .. "Time".

If that article was on the level, he must
be some sort of a one-man blitzkrieg.

He was .. he's a fabulous
character, Sholto.

I want some addresses.

Well, that's going to be rather
difficult to remember.

You see, I didn't happen to
keep in touch with this bunch.

Well, how about Lewis? You
must know where to find him.

I ought to have his address somewhere.

Mr Douglas, Angus says you must
hurry if you want to catch that train.

I'll be right out.

Oh just a minute.

That address?
─ Oh yes, of course.

It's 18 Riverview Terrace.

Hammersmith.

That's in west London, near the river.

I'm all set.

It's alright Angus. Here they are.

Well goodbye ma'am, many
thanks for your hospitality.

Goodbye Mr Douglas, we've
been delighted to have you.

Oh, here's Elspeth.

So long, thanks.
─ Sorry I wasn't more help.

Mr Douglas, we must be leaving .. now.

Hello Elspeth, early this
morning aren't you?

Would you like to come out on the loch?
─ That might be nice.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

If ever you're in town for a couple of weeks,
don't forget to pick up the phone and ..

Call Douglas!

Does Mr Sholto Lewis live here?

Yes.

Is he in?
─ Yes.

Well, can I speak to him?
─ Possibly.

Just a minute.

Now .. what is it you want? Precisely.

I want to talk to Mr Sholto Lewis.
─ Well, why don't you start.

You mean, you are Sholto Lewis?
─ I always thought so.

Oh don't look at me like that.
I shall begin to doubt it.

There must be some mistake.

I'm looking for a Sholto Lewis
who served in the Commandos.

I'm sorry you think I'm miscast.

I'm ever so strong really.
Brave as brave.

Sholto, what are you doing?
We need you terribly.

The third movement. They're turning it
into a positive goulash.

Alright, alright. In a moment.

Could we be brief.
I'm busy rehearsing.

Well maybe I'd better make another
appointment, some other day?

Do you think so? I don't. We shall have
it hanging over us. So "doom" shaped ..

I came to see you because your name
was given to me by Hamish McArran.

The rugged Scot.

And since we are using names. What's yours?

Douglas. My brother Hank Douglas served
under you. Do you remember him?

Hank .. a large young man .. noisy.

Sholto, if you don't come at once, I wash
my hands of the whole morning session.

Alright Oliver .. in a minute.

Gerald, no, no, no.

Tempo girls, 1, 2 , 3.

It's far too slow anyway .. cut out the
second bar from the end will you.

What's the matter with you dear, eh?

That's a sword dear boy, you're
not going to clean a pipe with it.

Now for the tenth time,
take hold of it - 5, 6, 7, 8.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 .. 1.

Right. Once again, from the beginning.

5, 6, 7, 8 .. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

Don't do that. Most inadvisable.

You suggested I should wait.
I didn't bargain for overnight.

Break for ten minutes.

Let's see now .. where were we?

No place yet, except that
you remember my brother.

I'm trying to collect any details of his war
service that I can for the family record.

You've come to the wrong shop.

As a matter of fact, the young man didn't
impress me favorably, if I may say so.

You may not, but we'll skip it.

You remember the San Celeste raid in 44?
─ Not particularly. Why?

He was killed in that raid. He was the only casualty.

I'm trying to find someone
who was with him.

Wrong shop again.

You know, you and I are not going to get along.

What an agile mind you've got.
─ So, I'll cut it short.

McArran gave me the names of two
other men who might be able to help.

They were Oakshott and Stoner. Do you
know where I can find either of them?

No idea .. You see, I don't like being
reminded of the war. An untidy business.

Too primitive.

Sholto, Gerald is being terribly mulish.
You must give him a talking-to.

Well, isn't that just too bad.

If I were you, I'd spank
the little rascal .. hard!

Will you send this wire for me?
─ Certainly sir.

Mr Douglas.
─ Yes?

Telephone.
─ For me?

Hello. Clay Douglas here.

"The name of Douglas weaves
in and out of Mary Stewart's life .."

"Like a dark and sinister thread".
─ Hello there! Where are you?

"From when she was a girl Queen, she was
enmeshed in the toils of James Douglas .. "

"Earl of Morton, until after her experiences at ???? castle".

"With Sir William Douglas as her jailer".

Hold it, hold it. I want to get the
rest in person. Where are you?

"London .. 25 Evelyn Mews South."

Well, what are you doing in London?
I thought you were on a vacation.

There was an SOS from my publisher.
A crisis about my new book.

More tea?
─ Yeah, please.

That was pretty good.
─ Well, don't sound so surprised.

Oh I like this room, too.

Especially the bookshelves.

Oh, we've forgotten what you came for.

Have we?
─ Yes, you know.

The book about Mary Queen of Scots.
─ Oh.

Just a minute. I'll go and get it.

That tune. I seem to remember it.

I don't know what it's called, but it's been
running through my head all afternoon.

Say, uh .. do you know a
character called Sholto Lewis?

I know of him .. making quite
a name for himself in the theater.

Ballet and that sort of thing. Why?

But it doesn't make sense. He and McArran
seem to be friendly and that doesn't fit.

I believe they were in the
Commandos together.

That doesn't fit either. Not with that
character. I met him this afternoon.

You did?

Oh, on account of your brother I
suppose? Have you had any luck yet?

No, not much. Oh, is this the research?

Yes .. look where it's marked.

Read that.

"Although the story has been ignored by
chroniclers, there is reason to believe .."

"That it was through the treachery
on the part of Nigel Douglas."

"Who was credited with being her lover."

"That the unfortunate Mary was associated
with the plot on Queen Elisabeth's life."

"And thus took her first steps
towards the executioner's block."

Well, well.

You see what I mean about the Douglas's?
─ Oh I certainly do.

Now I'm surprised that you
haven't one in your house.

What with making love with one hand, and
cutting people's heads off with the other.

Well, perhaps you won't do either.
─ Oh give me time, just give me time.

Are you free for dinner tonight?

You can't take a headman's
axe into a public restaurant.

Well, that wasn't what
I was going to bring.

Anyway, I can't dine tonight.
I've got work to do.

What again?
─ Yes, I make my living, you know.

I'd better get started,
so you will .. have to go.

Oh now, wait a minute. Is that any way
to treat one of the Douglas boys?

I'll make up for it somehow.

One night, you'll have dinner with me?
─ I'd like to very much.

Look, let's do this on a big
scale .. you show me the town.

Why, you mean dressed, and everything?
─ Couldn't have put it better myself.

Where do we go?

You're the piper.
─ Well ..

Not much doing in London these days, but
I suppose we could got to The Maurice first.

Have dinner, and then
finish up at one of the clubs.

Sounds fine to me. What
time shall I pick you up?

Shall we say round about seven?
─ Seven it shall be. On the nose.

Goodbye.

I really ought to warn you that if ..

You want to go to The Maurice,
you'll have to book a table first.

Right.

Well goodbye .. until tomorrow.

Goodbye. Be sure you
finish all that work.

Uhuh.

Because you're not going to have much
time in the evenings for a while.

Goodbye.

Look .. can you help me out?

I'm looking for a fellow called Oakshott.
─ What Bert Oakshott?

I was talking to him just a minute ago.

Well, look, there he is over there with
them sack of taters. See him?

Hoi Bert mate! You're wanted.
Look nippy.

Thanks.

You know, it's a funny thing, but I've
talked with several of you fellows now ..

But I haven't met anyone who
was with Hank when he died.

There's nothing strange about
that, not on that kind of a job.

Well .. here's to Hank ..
he was alright, he was.

Proper strong this morning, ain't it?
─ Yeah .. care for a cigarette?

Ta! .. don't mind if I do.

Tell me something .. did Hank get
along with the rest of the fellows?

As well he did with you and Smithers?

Well, with Hank, you were
either for him or against him.

I'd say it was about half and half,
and you know which side I was on.

I give him my pair of boots when
I liberated him in Norway.

He gives me this watch. Here, loök at
these buttons. There's everything there.

From an infantry Private right
up to a blinking SS General.

Ah, he was a proper boy
for souvenirs was Hank.

He'd do anything to get something which
nobody else would even charge for.

Perhaps you'd better have
this as a memento.

Oh no, no. Go ahead and keep it, it's
yours. I tell you what you can do, though.

Maybe you could put me in touch with
a fellow called Stoner, Jim Stoner.

Llewellyn didn't have his address.
─ Oh that's easy.

He works for the Thames Conservancy.
He's a lock-keeper at Shepperton.

That's uh, up the river. The
other side of Hampton Court.

Oh just a minute, I've got
to see this craft through.

I understand you were on that
San Celeste raid with Hank.

Yeah, that's right.

Anyone around when he was killed?
─ No.

No, I saw him when we landed.
And that was the last time.

You see, I was liaison. Once we got to
the top of the cliffs, there I stayed.

Well, do you know if
anyone was with him?

No .. can't say that I do.

I suppose not .. not on a show like that.

Oh, more work coming.

Well ..

I guess there's point in
troubling you any more.

Oh, no trouble.

Yeah, you're the last of those boys.
I've contacted all the rest of them.

Most of them gone I suppose.

Who've you seen?

Well ..

I've seen Major McArran.

A freak called Lewis,
Bert Oakshott, and you.

McArran said that was all that
was left of the original twelve.

Yes, I suppose so.

Of course, there was thirteen really.

If you count the chap we was taking.
─ Who was that?

Well, he was the chap that the
operation was about, as you might say.

Hello Bill.

He spoke German like he was one.

You see, there was a little Jerry
radio station at this place.

And we went in and took it
over for a couple of hours.

And this chap sent out a fake broadcast.
Told them all the wrong stuff.

Was he one of your outfit?
─ Oh no.

Intelligence .. Blue tabs .. A Captain.

Did you happen to know his name?

Well .. as a matter
of fact, I did hear it.

On the trip over .. he was
talking to one of our officers.

And I happened to hear him say
"as sure as my name is .."

What was it now? .. I got it ..

"Sinclair" .. That was it.

"As sure as my name is
Reggie Sinclair" he says.

Now .. do you know if he's still alive?

All I know about him
is what I've told you.

Oh .. I do recollect him saying
to this Lieutenant of ours ..

As how he used to be a car
salesman before the war.

He said he wished he still was.

Oh, there's a lot coming in this end.

I'm sorry, that's all I can tell you.

Hello? Is that The Maurice?

"Yes Madame. How can I help you?"

Have you got a table booked for
a Mr Douglas, a Mr Clay Douglas?

"Just one minute Madame".
─ Yes, I'll hold on.

"Hello .. there is no reservation
under that name".

You haven't ? Are you quite sure?

"Yes Madame, quite sure."

Well, thank you very much.

[ door buzzer ]

Hello .. sorry I'm late,
but I finally made it.

So I see.

I notice you didn't follow your
suggestion about dress.

Well you see, I couldn't help it. I ..

You see, I didn't have time.

This means we shall be
awfully late at The Maurice.

I hope they've kept the
table you booked.

Well uh, I didn't .. I forgot.

Uhuh.

Well, help yourself to a drink if you want one.

Please let me explain.

If we hadn't got stuck in the mud.

Or if I hadn't listened to that fellow
telling me how to get there.

Look .. I had a telegram last night.

I had to be at Covent Garden
market at 4 o'clock this morning.

That's how I came to
forget the reservations.

And then I had to go to Shepperton,
to see the fellow that runs the lock.

And if I hadn't taken the guy's advice,
If I'd hired a car, or taken a train ..

How was I to know those morons would run
aground? How could I? You just tell me.

You'll have to forgive me,
but I'm a trifle confused.

You say that your train ran aground?
─ No, no, no. The boat.

You see, I asked this fellow
Oakshott the best way to get to ..

Oh .. I can't expect you to believe it.

Which is probably why I do.
─ You do?

Well, if you're going to make up a story,
you'd have done a better job than that.

But it's really very simple.
I explained it to you.

You see, what happened was ..
─ Please!

Let's just leave it that you
couldn't help being late, huh?

And now, go and make
yourself that drink.

You know something?

You surprise me all the time.

How much longer, mister?
─ Oh, one moment.

What shall I do? Shall I go home and get
dressed, and come back and pick you up?

What shall I do?
─ Well, it's getting rather late.

I wish I could ask you to dinner,
but I've only got some cold salmon.

Nothing I like better. I'll even
promise to wash the dishes.

Oh .. well .. I'll go and
see what I can find.

How much?
─ Six and six.

Six and six? Here we go again.
Now let me see that's ..

That's three half-crowns
and a sixpence, isn't it?

No, that would be eight shillings.
Six shillings and sixpence.

What on earth is happening?

A peace offering. I didn't
dare produce it before.

Why not?

Well, bribery and corruption.
Oh .. hurry up!

Don't you think it would
taste better chilled?

Do you have ice? Here in England?

Oh yes .. lots.

You can't possibly drink all that.
─ Oh no? You underestimate me.

Don't tell me you still
have that tune on the ..

Achoo!
─ Gesundheit.

Coffee Madame? I can highly recommend
it. Made with my own two hands.

In that case, black please. No sugar.

Thank you.

Hmm .. it's good.
─ Thank you Madame.

I only hope I can give equal
satisfaction in all departments.

The dirty dishes have been dealt with.
─ Oh, you shouldn't have done that.

You're spoiling me.
─ Well, you had it coming.

Penny.

I'm sorry, what did you say?

A penny for your thoughts.
─ Oh, they're worth more than that.

They were about you.

I'm wondering how many women would behave
like you after having an evening wrecked.

What do I say? Thank you?

You didn't even ask me why I was late.

It's wasn't my business.

There you are, you see.

It's too good to be true.

But I want to tell you .. some
of the story, anyway.

You've probably guessed that all
these trips I've been making ..

Have been about my brother, but uh ..

You might have wondered why I'm
making such a production out of it.

After all, the boy is dead and ..

It doesn't do any good to go around
sobbing and putting up monuments.

Aren't you being a little
hard on yourself?

No, I just want to be
sure you understand.

You see, from the time Hank
was six .. I raised him.

There wasn't anybody else to do it.

There wasn't too much money, either.

So, I left college and got me a job.

I started to be a combination.
Parent, wet nurse, what have you.

I'm sure you managed wonderfully.

I'd loved to have seen
you darning his socks.

Oh don't think I didn't.

And watched his vitamins
too. That was a cinch.

But it was the other things .. well I ..

I guess I wasn't so hot on child psychology
and I made a whole heap of mistakes.

Well, doesn't anyone
who brings up a child?

You see, I was always concentrating on
making him able to look out for himself.

Getting him to believe that we as good
as the next fellow .. maybe even better.

Teaching him to have
a crack at anything.

Particularly if he thought
he couldn't make it.

But that isn't wrong.

What is worrying you so much?

You feel that being brought up like that ..

He got so reckless he was killed when
he needn't have been .. Is that it?

Is it Clay?

Have you got yourself feeling you
are responsible for his death?

Well .. maybe.

But not quite the way you think.

Oh listen to me, will you.
On top of everything else ..

I should tell you my troubles. What
say we start on this other bottle?

I .. achoo .. achoo.

It must be a draught from that window.
─ I can't imagine what it can be.

No, it couldn't be.

You need someone to look after you.

I can look after myself. I'm a
working woman you know.

Maybe you shouldn't be.

I'll have you know my work's important
to me .. also, I'm quite good at it.

It pays me very well.

What does our friend McArran
have to say to all this?

Hamish? What's he got to do with it?
─ I don't know. I'm just trying to find out.

Well, I may be very stupid,
but I don't understand.

Look, you have manners, I haven't. You
don't ask questions, I do. I'm curious.

I want to know what gives
between you two.

That's the sixty-four dollar question.
─ Is it?

That's easy to answer .. Hamish
and I are very good friends.

You don't get any prize for that one.

Is that a polite way
of calling me a liar?

No, it's a general reproof for
underestimating my intelligence.

I know when I'm in another guy's hair.
─ Achoo!

You care to try that last question again?
─ Well, if you really want to know ..

Hamish says he's in love with me,
and I say I'm very fond of him.

But you don't see eye-to-eye
on the subject of matrimony.

Shall we talk about you for a
change? And I'll ask the questions.

Such as?

Well for instance .. you told me you
weren't married but .. have you ever been?

No.

You're not a woman-hater are you?
─ What do you think?

No ..

But uh .. didn't you ever
get serious about a girl?

Serious? .. No, never did.

But you see "did" is in the past tense.
Whether I have or not remains to be seen.

You get what I'm trying to say?

I ..

Achoo! .. achoo!

Hey, wait a minute, what's the matter?
Can I do something to help you?

I don't know what's the
matter with me .. achoo!

It's like an allergy of some sort. Of
flowers, but there aren't any in the room.

Holy jumping Moses, the flowers,
of course. You told me.

Now I brought some here and I put them
down in the room somewhere. Where did I ..

You brought me flowers?
How sweet of you.

Here they are.

Oh .. ???? .. Achoo!

That's the worst.

Well what do you do for this?
─ Just leave me alone.

Let me go to the drugstore. Let me call
you a doctor. Let me do something.

I'll be like this or worse for
another two hours. Achoo!

Are you sure you're going to be alright?
You will come out with me tomorrow night?

Alright, I'll pick you up here
tomorrow night at seven.

On the nose.
─ I don't doubt it. Goodnight.

Well, I'll be ..

Has Reggie Sinclair been in yet?
─ About his time now.

Listen to this. Right at the
top of the opening column.

"If Reginald Sinclair,
former car salesman .."

"Ex-Captain of Intelligence
will communicate .."

"With C. Douglas at the Savoy Hotel, he
may hear something to his advantage."

I don't know what you think George.
But this smells to me of L.S.D.

Fancy old Reggie. Maybe
I'll get my fiver back.

Whatever makes you think that, old boy?

Good afternoon, just a
small mug George, please.

You don't want beer chum, you
want champagne .. read that ..

What is it old man? Black market,
or have you an uncle in Australia?

Afraid not. I had one once.
But he turned into a sheep.

A very sad thing.

Well, aren't you going to
do something about it?

Obviously old boy. Obviously ..

A cool customer old Reggie.

People are often misled by
that phony manner of his.

They think he's a bit of an idiot.
Actually he's as smart as weasel.

Ah, San Celeste you mean?
Yes, I'm the fellow.

Well yes .. why?

Oh .. it was your brother, was it?

And that's about all .. there were no
other casualties besides my brother.

I'm trying to get in touch with anyone
who can give me details of his death.

What about the other
fellows in his unit?

There were only four of them left
by VE day, and I've seen all of them.

And nobody can tell me
what I want to know.

I'm afraid you'll have to forgive me.

Sometimes I'm frightfully dense.
Utterly stupid .. a very sad thing.

Is that so? I'm trying to find out
how he was killed. Is that clear?

Oh I see .. I was wrong then.
A pity .. smoke?

What do you mean, you were wrong?

Instead of "how" I thought you
were going to say "who by".

Asinine of me course. I thought
you were going to say "who by".

Well, that's a very good question.
Do you know the answer to it?

Memory is a funny thing you know. Very
funny thing. Here today, gone tomorrow.

Mine is not functioning
awfully well at the moment.

Here I am Reggie ducks. Fresh
as a daisy and all relaxed.

Hello Bubbles, you magical thing.
─ Don't I get an intro to your friend?

Miss Fitzgerald .. Mr Douglas.

Pleased to meet, I'm sure.
─ How do you do Miss Fitzgerald?

Well, what's it going to be
Bubbles, what's it going to be?

I'll have the same as
you boys are taking.

You know what I believe?
I believe you're an American.

And I just love Americans.
─ You do?

Three of the same, and make
them doubles this time.

That's to celebrate my poppet,
because you're on time for once.

Oh, am I really?
─ Actually, you're early.

It's only 7:30 now. Come on the ????

7:30? .. Excuse me.

Hello.
─ "Hello, it's Clay Douglas here."

Oh, good evening.

"All ready for this evening?"

Yes, I'm perfectly well, thank you.

Fine .. look, I hate to ask you
this, but would you mind if ..

What I mean is .. I'm kind of snarled up
with a fellow here and I can't get away.

You're not by any chance trying
to postpone our evening?

Oh no, no. Of course not,
I wouldn't think of it.

No, all I'm trying to do is to explain
why I'm a little bit late, you see.

And I was going to suggest, if you
wouldn't mind. It would save time ..

If you could grab a taxi, and pick
me up. Then we go on from here.

I'm at Geronimo's.
─ "Alright."

Okay fine, I'll be on
the lookout for you.

Oh Mr Sinclair said to give you this.

For the drinks, sir.
─ Very thoughtful, isn't he.

Did he leave any other message?

Oh yes sir. He would like you to join him
in the Grill Room sir. Through there sir.

Quite a party, isn't it?

Oh hello old boy .. take a pew.

Care for another libation?
─ No, not at the moment.

You say your memory
isn't working too well.

Does it want oiling?

I was referring to my state
of mind, my dear fellow.

It's not good .. in fact it's deplorable.

Business worries, if you know what I mean.

What are you scared of?

Everything my dear chap. Everything.

I jump at my own shadow. Very sad thing.

You won't tell me what you know, and
you're afraid to sell it. Is that right?

I tell you I've got business
worries my dear fellow.

Occupational ???? Now .. if
they could be cleared up ..

Then the old memory machinery
might resume normal functioning.

You're still selling cars, aren't you?

A fine job dear fellow, a fine job.
─ And you're trying to sell me one.

Well .. some such thought
had crossed my mind.

Your memory works and I undertake
to buy a car from you. Is that it?

Oh no old boy .. you've
got it a trifle wrong.

You buy a car, then my memory starts
to work .. very slight difference.

Oh waiter.
─ Yes, sir.

Two this time, the same.

Look, I haven't got time for all this.

Ladies and gentlemen.

For our first show we present your
friend and mine: Bubbles Fitzgerald.

"I've got a buttonhole for baby."

"Who is going to be my baby?"

"I've got a buttonhole for baby,
who is going to be my man?"

How do I know your memory
is worth anything?

By using your head my dear
fellow, by using your head.

"Give me your money to burn
and I'm your ball of fire."

"Got a buttonhole .."

Glad you realize there is no hocus-pocus
old man, or jiggery-pokery for that matter.

Everything above board,
that's me. No hocus-pocus.

"You may be timid and shy of
reaching out for romance."

"If you're feeling that way, well
honey, now is your chance."

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Oh I'm sorry. I didn't think
you would be here so soon.

Obviously.

Forgive me, I forgot. You two don't know
each other. Mr Sinclair - Miss Graham.

Delighted you could join us Miss Graham.
Delighted. Sit here, won't you.

I say .. this is assuming all
the aspects of an occasion.

We can only stay a minute though.
─ Nonsense my dear fellow, nonsense.

Ah, here comes the fizz waters.

Care for a smoke?
─ Thank you.

I said we can't stay.

Don't go spoiling the evening, old
boy. Don't go spoiling the evening.

Now that it's getting so interesting.

Let's get down to cases shall we.

Would anyone care to give me a light?

Frightfully sorry. Douglas has
got me embroiled in business.

A very sad thing.

I'd much rather talk to you.
─ Thank you.

But please go on with your chat.
─ Look, I've told you I'm ready to play.

All I want now is ..
─ I know old boy, I know.

But what about a bite to
eat first, eh? Now then ..

What would you like?

All you have to do is name it.
And that goes for everything.

Menu or non-menu.

Nothing for me thank you. You'd
better go on with your conference.

Call me tomorrow at The Savoy .. early.

Look, I'm sorry, but I had
to clinch something.

I hope you succeeded.
─ Excuse me sir. The bill sir.

That's Mr Sinclair's.

I'm sorry sir, but Mr Sinclair is
uh .. temporarily out of funds.

There, keep the change.
Or does he need that too?

How much?
─ Five bob.

Keep the change.

Why'd you let him go?
─ Because I'm coming in.

Whether you're invited or not?
─ Anyway.

I'd much rather you didn't.
I've got a headache.

It's very humiliating. This is a situation
I don't know how to deal with.

What do I do to get rid of you? Scream?
─ I have to make you understand.

Last night I thought you did.
─ Last night and tonight are different.

Look, I'm only trying to find out
all I can about my brother.

If I didn't think you understood ..
─ I don't!

And I don't want to.

It's either too morbid for me or there's
something else you haven't told me.

Something horrible .. something as cheap
and as low as that .. that repulsive man.

Stop it.

Mrs Mathews .. Mrs Mathews!

Alright Miss .. give me
time to take my coat off.

Why .. you're up early this morning.
I only just this minute got here.

Isn't it a lovely day Mrs Mathews?

I'm expecting a visitor for breakfast, so
be very careful with the coffee won't you.

Meaning as though you generally
don't like my coffee?

Oh no.
─ Alright mum.

I'll bend over backwards.

There won't be very much to do after
that, because I shall be out all day.

[ buzzer ]

There he is now. Hurry, won't you.

Hello.
─ How are you today?

Oh .. Mrs Mathews.

Let's go in here.

Clay .. is anything the matter?

You're going to be awful mad at me.

Am I?
─ Yeah.

We can't take our trip today.

Go on, say it .. "We'll never .."

Oh .. what's happened?

Is it some more about your brother?
─ Yeah.

I know you're still thinking there's
something I haven't told you.

Well there is.

I can't explain yet, so you'll
just have to trust me.

It's alright Clay. That's your business.

We should be back in a few
hours. We will still have tonight.

Now uh .. what's a place
called Richmond Park?

How far is it from here?

What? .. Oh.

Only about fifteen or twenty
miles. Not very far. Why?

Well I have to drive there with a fellow
after lunch. We'll be coming right back.

So I should be here
again by five .. easy.

Don't say anything
about "sure" .. please.

What do you mean?
─ I mean I ..

I wouldn't like it if
you were late again.

Or phoned to say something else had
happened, and you couldn't get here.

Or anything like that.
I just couldn't take it.

It's hard to explain but .. I have
to feel I'm important to you.

For my own sake I mean .. It's more
important than anything else.

Listen .. nothing is going to stop
me from keeping this date.

You get that? Nothing.

It's not going to be just
a date to me you know.

It's a .. a symbol.

It may sound silly, but I mean it.
─ Don't worry.

And nothing is going to stop you?
─ Nothing.

Five o'clock then?
─ Five.

Now you sit still, and
I'll get you a cigarette.

What on earth are you going
to Richmond Park for?

Or shouldn't I ask?

Well among other things, I'm
supposed to be trying out a car.

Oh, you're buying a car .. what kind?

I don't know yet.

This is the spot I had in mind.
Let's stretch the nethers, what.

What time is it? My watch has stopped.

Five past three.
─ Okay but we can't stay long.

Well, what do you think of her, my dear
fellow? What do you think of her?

Specially built for the
Rajah of Rajhnipoor.

He should have stuck to elephants.
─ Ha!

Why do we have to come
all the way out here?

So that we could be alone
old boy. Absolutely alone.

I'm just selling you a car. Nothing
else. Just selling you a car.

If we happen to have a conversation, after
you've put the cash on the dotted line.

Well, I shan't remember
anything about it.

A certified check on American Express.
Is that good enough for you?

Eminently my dear fellow, eminently.
Now these are for you.

All the particulars concerning
the car, including he logbook.

Well?
─ Deal over.

You don't know what this means to
me, as the girl said to the soldier.

You'd better start making
it mean something to me.

Let's take a stroll while we chat,
shall we? .. Let's take a stroll.

[ whistling ]

Look, I can do without
the music. I want talk.

Well here it is. I happened to see how the
only casualty at San Celeste was caused.

Must have been your brother .. he
was shot by another Commando.

At close quarters .. gun with a
silencer on it. Very sad thing.

Who shot him? Which one?

Oh, I don't know .. I don't know old boy.

You mustn't forget, I hadn't seen any
of them before and never did again.

They were just a lot of chaps in the
dark with black on their faces.

Saw it from at least 50 yards away,
through a window, in moonlight.

You know what I was doing?
Imitating this German announcer.

Achtung! Achtung!

[ German language ]

Well, while the record was playing ..

I happened to look through
the window and saw it.

A very sad thing.

You mean, you can't give me
any clue as to who it was?

[ whistling ]

Getting warm, old boy? Getting warm?

That tune .. whoever shot your brother
was whistling that tune on and off ..

Right from the time we left England.

Sort of .. to himself you know.

Under his breath .. always
stuck in my mind.

[ whistling ]

I think the fellow was an Officer.
Though I am not quite sure.

No more questions?
─ No.

Well, I'm glad you're satisfied.

Wouldn't like to think of you saying
Reggie Sinclair tried to pull a fast one.

Mr Lewis in?
─ Mr Lewis is out of town, sir.

Where?

Mr Lewis is in Birmingham, sir.
At the Regent Theater.

For the new try-out. I wonder you
didn't see it in the papers, sir.

Thanks.

Hey, you in the Dreadnought.
It's lighting-up time.

What time is it?
─ Six fifteen.

Six fifteen?

Well, it all seems very irregular.

But I tell you, I don't
care about a seat.

And I have driven a hundred
miles. I'd like to see what I can ..

Look I've got to get in.
I've promised Sholto ..

Oh, if you're a friend of Mr Lewis's ..

Thank you.

It was all too completely
marvelous, Sholto.

And the sudden rush of Nigel's into the
cave. However did you come to think of it?

That I dare not tell. Not
even to my psychiatrist.

Tell me, Mr Lewis, although I was
fascinated by the whole ballet ..

I couldn't help feeling there was more
significance than I appreciated.

I should say you were
very probably right.

Sholto darling, it was
breathtaking, absolutely ..

Look at what's seeped in.
Take care of it will you.

There sir, over there.
─ Oh yes. Here, thanks.

Excuse me, were you looking for someone?
This is a private party you know.

You remember me? Clay Douglas.

How are you? And congratulations on
a wonderful show, just wonderful.

Oh I'm so glad you liked it Mr Douglas.
It is divinely other-world, isn't it?

The entire performance is a
credit to the English theater.

Just wait until it hits
New York. Just wait.

And that ballet music is the most
haunting melody I've ever heard.

Spell-weaving, isn't it? And
such a fascinating history.

Oh really. What is it? An old folk tune
or something? Who dug it up?

Sholto of course. It's an old Scottish
air, simply reeking with tradition.

The name escapes me for the moment,
but you know the sort of thing.

All about the highlands, and
bagpipes and ???? lamente.

Oh I remember now.
"White Heather" it is called.

"Hey my bonnie Scotland,
white heather in her hair."

It's the way he found
it that is so intriguing.

Oh?
─ It was in the war, of all things.

There was a friend of Sholto's, a Scottish
Officer in the same Commando unit ..

Who always used to whistle it, whenever
there was any desperate crisis.

Oliver! It was marvelous.
That ballet music. What is it?

Isn't it too breath-catching?
I was just telling Mr Douglas ..

Excuse me a moment .. Oliver!

You know, everybody says it's a hit.

What happened to the American?
─ Oh he .. just went.

What did he want?
─ He was just so excited about the show.

He only came round to congratulate ..
─ Didn't he ask for me?

My God, he didn't .. most peculiar.

What are you talking about?
─ What is all this cross-examining?

If you must know, he was
asking about the ballet music.

Where it came from.
He was very interested.

Oh, he was, was he?

I don't know why you followed me here.
I don't want to see you, it's useless.

I .. promised Hamish to marry him.

I didn't follow you. I didn't
know you were here.

McArran around?
─ Yes, but ..

I don't know. I think he's busy.

I don't want you to say anything
about what I just told you.

We're not telling anyone yet.

It's no business of mine.

Clay, it's only ..
─ Look!

Since I saw you last,
everything is different.

When you walked out on me, it was
the best thing you could have done.

I can't explain, but maybe
one day you'll find out.

And if you do .. you won't
want any part of me.

I don't understand.
─ Someone asking for me?

Hello Douglas, what are you
doing in this part of the world?

Well, I finished my business
sooner than I expected.

So I thought I'd come up
for a couple of days fishing.

By the way, if you have a minute, I'd
like to talk to you about something.

By all means .. if
Elspeth will excuse us.

Don't worry about me.

Sit down won't you.

Quite a job these days,
being a landlord.

I suppose you realize that fishing
story was just for Miss Graham.

Was it? Why?

I'm here about my brother again.
─ Really?

Yes .. I know now how he died.

You killed him.
─ Suppose I denied it?

It wouldn't make any
difference .. I know.

Well, there is nothing
for me to say, is there.

Except to ask you what you
are going to do about it.

You know what I am
going to do about it.

I just had to come and say
how-do-you-do to Mr Douglas.

Goodness, you two look solemn. I hope I
haven't interrupted anything important.

Not a bit.

I heard a car.

I had no idea who it was until
Elspeth told me. I was so surprised.

Well you see ma'am, I've sort of fallen
in love with your country up here and ..

When I found out I could get away
from London I came right up here.

I thought I'd get into some more fishing.

Let me see, I can't give you the south
room again as Elspeth's got that ..

Until they've finished
painting her cottage.

I wouldn't dream of
imposing on you ma'am.

Angus told me he could fix me
up any time so I just wired him.

And why not go and get settled in
and come straight back for your tea?

Well, your son has suggested
an hour's hunting.

Hunting?

Oh I'm sorry, I forgot.
You call it shooting.

Well, do you want a guinea?
Shall I send word to Angus?

No mother, this isn't a shoot. Just a quiet
evening walk with a couple of guns.

Anything we flush .. something
for Sheila to cook.

[ telephone ]

Hello .. yes, hold on will you.
It's for you mother.

Oh thank you dear.

Hello .. hello!

Oh yes, Mrs McIntyre,
I'm so glad you rang up.

I simply must talk to you about
the chairs for the children's ..

Go ahead. Help yourself.

Long distance stuff, eh? Well,
if that's the way you want it.

Goodbye .. Dinner's at eight Hamish. Don't forget.

Of course you'll join us Mr Douglas.
Why on earth are you taking rifles?

It's some notion of Douglas's.

I got it from my father ma'am when ..
Well, when I was just a boy.

For what you call "rough-shooting" he'd
never let me take a shotgun.

He said that .. anything you
get with a rifle, you deserve.

Well we'd uh .. better be taking
off .. this is the best way.

Have a good time.
Don't be late Hamish.

I'll try not to be.

Goodness, you're very
affectionate today.

Now what's the matter dear?
Have you been crying?

It's nothing. Just foolishness.

Would you like to tell me ..
I might be able to help.

You never know.
─ You're very sweet Margaret, but ..

[ door knocks ]

Who can that be?

How do you do Mrs McArran?
I'm Sholto Lewis.

Of course. Just for the moment
I didn't recognize you.

Just happened to be driving
through this divine country.

So naturally I thought of
Hamish. And here I am.

Elspeth, this is Mr Sholto Lewis.
Mr Lewis - Miss Graham.

How do you do.

What a pity you didn't come a little earlier.
You could have gone shooting with them.

Them?

Hamish and an American visitor.
Clay Douglas, a charming man.

How long ago did they leave?
Do you think I could catch them?

You might if you hurry.

Where were they making for?
Towards the loch?

No, the other way. They started off as
though they were going up the shoulder.

Oh yes, I know.

So that's the celebrated Sholto Lewis.
Are his manners always as bad as that?

[ whistling ]

[ whistling ]

Well .. what happens now?

Have to figure something out, I guess.

You'll forgive me for
asking, I'm sure but ..

Just what are you planning?
A nice murder .. or a cozy duel?

Call it what you like.

Hoy there!

Enter demon King,
singing and dancing.

Good afternoon gentlemen.
─ Hello Sholto. What brings you here?

Why so churlish? You sound almost as
though you weren't glad to see me.

Anyone got a cigarette to spare?

Thanks .. light?

I'd still like to know what
brought you here.

As I was telling your charming mother ..

I just happened to be driving
through the highlands.

They were so rugged and Caledonian.
Naturally, I thought of you.

Ooh, not the most comfortable
thing to sit on.

That's loaded.
─ So it is.

How lethal .. what are you
two doing with rifles?

Playing at soldiers?

Can I be on your side Hamish?
─ I don't think I need any help.

Always been one of my troubles .. I never
seem to know when I'm not wanted.

You want to postpone?
─ Why should he?

It's a delightful afternoon for shooting.

Let's start .. over there.

You know, if I didn't know you hadn't
had time, I'd think you rigged this.

I didn't .. but it's useful.

Douglas .. come over here
for a minute will you.

Douglas!

What do you want?

Suppose we step over there.
The view is sublime.

How do you fit into this?

Let's say that I like Hamish
and I don't like you.

That will do for a start.

I thought you were going to make
trouble when I first saw you.

Then when I discovered that you
got on to that music, I knew.

So, here I am.
─ What are you going to do?

I haven't made up my mind yet.

There might be one of those distressing
accidents one is always reading about.

You know the sort of thing, I'm
sure. A shooting party death.

"American visitor slain
by a stray bullet."

I wouldn't move if I were you.

For how long?

For so long as it takes for me to make
up my mind just what I'm going to do.

Meanwhile, you can listen to what my old
nurse used to call "a few home truths".

You think your little brother was
foully done to death, don't you?

Well he wasn't, he was executed .. why?

Because he was endangering
the success of the mission ..

And the lives of twelve better men
than he could ever hope to be.

Because he wanted to nab himself
another souvenir, so help me.

I don't believe it.

About 2 o'clock in the morning.

We hadn't yet finished the
job we'd come to do.

When this ego-bound young fool runs the
risk of waking every German in Brittany.

Do you know what he was at?

Trying to get himself a
high-ranking prisoner.

Hamish ordered him back .. twice.

And he went on, deliberately.

It was the mission or him,
so it had to be him.

And if you think Hamish liked the job,
you are a bigger fool than I take you for.

Why are you McArran's mouthpiece?
Can't he speak for himself?

No!

He's what the book means when it
says "An Officer And A Gentleman".

You and I ..

We take the oath of service and we forget
it before the words are out of our mouths.

Not Hamish.

Have you ever heard of a man
deliberately crucifying himself?

That's what that man did.

I know, because I helped
him write his report.

I know what happened after that.

After it had been from our War Office
to Eisenhower, and back again.

They sent for him.

They told him he'd done the right thing.

Then they told him that
it had never happened.

He was always to remember that.

It had never happened.

Well .. got anything to say now?

He told me.

Well?

There's only one thing I'd like to say.

If I'd been in your place I'd ..

I'd have done the same.

Oh, hello Hamish.

I didn't see you at breakfast so,
I thought I'd come and find you.

I needed some boards for my sketches,
so I came along early to get them.

Before the painters arrive.

You know, you oughtn't to miss
breakfast. Particularly today.

What's special about today?

You always ought to eat something
before a long journey.

I'm not going anywhere.
─ Aren't you? I thought you were.

Clay Douglas is.
─ He's nothing to do with me.

I had rather an idea it had.

It's alright .. you know I've known for a
long time you weren't in love with me.

And if I've got to lose you to somebody,
I would rather it was a "Black Douglas".

But I .. I didn't think you liked him.
─ I've changed my mind.

And incidentally, he's about to
take off. You'd better hurry up.

Oh .. but he can't.

I mean I haven't ..

I told him I was going to marry you.
─ That doesn't matter .. go on.

Oh thank you Hamish!

Can you give me a lift?
─ I'm going the long way.

I don't mind how far it is.
─ I'm traveling light.

I'm only eight stone three.

What about Hamish McArran?
─ Oh he understands everything.

It wasn't true what I told you.

Abut promising to marry him.
I only did that to hurt you.

T-G 2015.