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(boat horn blows)

(car horn and traffic)

- Sweetheart, come here.

You have to see this.

Look.

- London.

Big Ben.

The Houses of Parliament,

and down there traffic on the left.

Looks different by day doesn't it?

- Oh different and yet exactly how I imagined it.

It's going to be a wonderful vacation,

I just know it is.

- I keep telling you not to say vacation.

Honeymoon, our second honeymoon.

Now go on and get dressed

because I want to get out there in that city.

(ominous music)

(knocking at the door)

- [Trasker] Mr. Hunter!

- [Brad] Yes.

- Trasker, Martin Trasker.

- [Brad] Oh, yes, Mr. Trasker, come in please.

- You got my cable?

- Yes.

As a matter of fact I was going

to call you later this afternoon.

- I'm what you Americans call

an eager beaver Mr. Hunter,

your company has a manufacturing interest

that my company want to acquire.

And I mean to get it, I warn you,

I'll pull every dirty trick in the book to get it

but meanwhile welcome to England.

- Thank you.

- These are for Mrs. Hunter, I always say

if you get to the woman you get to the man.

- Thank you, that's very nice.

Excuse me please.

Sweetheart, make sure you're decent.

We have company.

Coffee Trasker?

- I don't want to intrude so early.

- [Brad] It's okay, we can talk business meanwhile.

- Right away?

- Well you said you were an eager beaver, so am I.

Besides, this is my first trip to London.

I want to get you off my neck as soon as I can

so I can start enjoying my vacation.

- It's a deal.

- Oh, sweetheart, this is Martin Trasker.

Remember I told you about him?

- Oh yes, hello, very nice to meet you.

- How do you do?

- This is my wife Theresa.

Is something wrong?

- Brad my name isn't Theresa.

(ominous music)

- Well I've heard of Freudian slips,

but that one in front of a complete stranger.

To come up with someone else's name.

- Susan, I said I'm sorry.

- I can't imagine what he must think.

- I said I was sorry.

- Sorry, how could make a mistake like that anyway.

And who is Theresa?

- I told you I don't know.

- Oh, come on Brad.

- I don't know anyone named Theresa.

I promise you.

Must have been a name I read somewhere.

The papers maybe, I don't--

The paper,

of course that's it,

I just read it in the morning paper.

- Do you swear that's true?

- Yes I swear it is true and I'm very sorry.

Look, you finish getting dressed

because I have to get back out there to Mr. Trasker.

Women.

- Well that certainly quite a mistake to make.

- Yes it was.

Well Mr. Trasker, let's hear your thoughts.

Shall we?

- Well we're both in the same line of business

manufacturing machine tools.

We even buy and sell from each other

and that doesn't make sense.

- So in other words you want to

manufacturer and a license?

- Yes.

- Well why don't I just open a plant here in Europe?

Why should I cut you fellas in?

- If that's the answer why haven't you done it before?

Come on Mr. Hunter, level with me.

It's an attractive idea isn't it?

(ominous music)

But before we go ahead we have to know

more about this gear cutting device.

Does it really cut down work as much as they say?

And what are it's limitations?

Can it cut any kind of steel?

And what about the soft metals?

- No more questions.

- [Trasker] These are things I've got to know.

What kind of set up do you have?

How many can you turn out and in what time?

What are your manufacturing costs?

- I said no more questions, do you hear me?!

You won't get anything from me!

Whatever you try you won't get anything!

Do you know why?

Because you can't crack me!

You understand?

You can't crack me! - Brad.

- Suzy.

- Brad what is it, what's the matter with you?

- I don't know.

I'm tired.

The time change.

Trip from New York.

That's it,

that must be it.

- Where to?

- Anywhere you say, we're with strangers,

it doesn't matter.

- Tower of London?

- No.

No.

Take me to.

Go along Oxford Street,

about halfway,

make a turn, there's a square.

- Grosvenor Square sir.

Where the American Embassy is?

- No.

The other side of Oxford Street.

Traveling west,

you turn right.

There's a small square.

- It could be Manchester Square.

- Yes, yes that's it.

Manchester Square.

Take me to Manchester Square.

- Well, here we are.

What part of the square do you want?

- The west side.

- That's where we are.

- Where is it?

The big red brick apartment block?

- I thought you said you were strangers.

- We are.

- Funny then.

There used to be a block right here.

Red brick just like you said.

Stood just there.

- I'd rather know the truth Brad.

It was in '67 wasn't it, just before I had Tommy?

You did that Whistle Stop business tour of the

East Coast only you didn't stop there did you?

You went on to Europe and met this girl,

Theresa what's her name and

I'd rather know.

- There never was any Theresa and

I have never been to Europe before.

- How did you know about the apartment block?

It wasn't there then.

- I don't know.

Suzy, I wish I knew the answer.

Look, I meet hundreds of people

who come to London every day,

maybe one of them mentioned it.

For some reason it just stuck in my mind.

Just stuck in my mind.

- Do you really think that's true?

- That's the only possible explanation.

Oh Brad.

A fine second honeymoon. - Yeah.

Well there will be I promise you.

Look, I have to go down and make my apologies

to Trasker but when I'm through I'm going to

order us two tickets for a show.

- Make it a very English show.

- The accents will be so English

you won't be able to understand a word.

Then dinner under the stars.

- The weather forecast is rain.

- So dinner under the rain,

you can't be more English than that.

I'll be right back.

- Oh darling, drop a P.S. to Tommy and Julie

will you, they'll expect it.

- Oh yes.

- Would you give my apologies to Mr. Trasker too please?

- You don't have anything to apologize for.

But I certainly do.

I really have no explanation at all.

Except I guess I needed this vacation

a lot more than I realized.

All I can say to you Mr. Trasker is that I'm sorry.

- Think nothing more of it.

Perhaps you did me a favor

because now you're under an obligation.

(both men laugh)

- Yes, I guess I am.

Waiter.

Scotch on the rock please, Trasker?

- Same for me.

- You know Mr. Trasker you're pretty cool.

- I'm a good company man Mr. Hunter.

I'd go through fire and water and insults

if that's the way to clinch a deal with you.

(Brad laughs)

- Come in.

Oh, would you mind mailing these for me please?

- Certainly Madam.

- You see the advantages of granting us a

license to manufacture are manifold.

This is the prospectus I've drawn up.

(ominous music)

Now you don't have to carry any expenses in

Europe at all but at the same time you draw a

percentage on everything we make and sell.

I'm not going to push, not too hard.

Anyway, take them, study them.

Any comments you may have drop them down

and we can thrash them out later.

- I asked you for a scotch.

- That's right sir, it is scotch.

- With ice?

- On the rocks, yes sir.

- Take it away. - Sir?

- I said take it away!

- Mr. Hunter I distinctly heard you ask for--

- A gentleman never corrupts good

scotch whiskey with ice, does he?!

- But sir, you--

- What do you think I am, a foreigner?

I'm an Englishman!

An English gentleman!

(glass breaks)

- Where have you been?

- [Brad] Been?

- Do you know what time it is?

- Late I guess.

- You've been gone nearly eight hours without a word,

I was worried sick about you.

- I was walking. - Where?

- Just walking.

- Who were you going to phone?

You were getting ready to make a call.

To whom, to Theresa?

- I don't know any Theresa.

I'm tired, I'm very tired.

- I'm sorry love, I know I promised I wouldn't

mention again it's just that you need help.

- [Brad] Help?

- Darling you're not well.

Maybe you're under stress or overworked.

Why don't we just pack up all our things and go home.

Trasker called today.

He told me what happened in the lounge.

He said to call him when you're feeling better.

Come to bed darling.

Please.

- I will.

I will.

Suzy you were right, overwork, too much stress.

It has to be that.

Will you forgive me?

- There's nothing to forgive is there?

- I love you Suzy.

- Come to bed.

There's something I haven't told you.

I wasn't going to but I can't seem

to keep it to myself any longer.

I saw what you wrote on the card,

to the children Brad.

To our children, that's what makes it so awful.

That's why I have to tell you.

Do you know what you wrote

to Tommy and Julie?

You wrote her name.

Theresa.

That's why I can't let it alone.

That's why the name keeps going

round and round in my head.

I have to know who she is.

Who is Theresa?

- Too much curiosity.

Curious people have to be eliminated.

- Brad!

(Suzy choking)

- Oh sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

Oh Theresa, Theresa, Theresa.

- No, no! - Theresa!

- I want you to relax Mr. Hunter.

Think of my voice as a breeze.

A cool cleansing breeze blowing through

your mind taking away all the cobwebs.

All the dark shadows and there will be

nothing that you wish to hide, Mr. Hunter.

Nor will there be any hidden aggressions towards your wife.

Towards anyone.

Tell me about Theresa.

- Theresa.

- Who is she?

A figment of your imagination or

does she really exist?

- Yes, exists.

Theresa.

- Someone you once heard of through a friend perhaps?

Or someone you know and have met?

- I don't know.

- Please don't fight my questions Mr. Hunter.

- I don't know!

I don't know.

- Then let us assume that you do know her.

Where did you first meet her?

- In Vienna.

We met in Vienna.

In Vienna.

- And when was this, when were you last in Vienna?

- Never was in Vienna.

- But you met Theresa there.

- Yes.

We met in Vienna.

In Vienna.

- Then when were you there?

- I told you I was never in Vienna.

- Europe then?

- This is my first trip to Europe.

- You have been abroad before,

away from the United States?

- Yes.

- When?

- A long time ago.

- Where then?

- Korea.

- He was in the army in Korea.

- Is that where you met Theresa, in Korea?

- I never met Theresa.

- But you do know her?

- Yes.

No.

- Which is it Mr. Hunter?

- I don't know!

- Oh come on now, come on,

now you're holding back on me.

You do know Theresa.

- No.

- I insist that you do.

- No!

- Then why this?

Mr. Hunter look at it.

It says here quite clearly, does it not?

I love Theresa.

Doesn't it?

Does it not say that?

- Yes.

- And you wrote this?

- Yes.

- Then why, why write this about

a woman you do not know?

- Because I do know her.

Of course I do.

She's my wife.

Theresa is my wife.

(suspenseful music)

- The sedative I gave him will ensure

a good night's sleep tonight.

And this should keep him through the week.

- You still haven't given me an opinion.

- That's because I feel you've had enough tonight.

- Please doctor.

- Very well,

your husband is undeniably mentally disturbed.

Not certifiable, not yet anyway unless you request it.

You said he attacked you,

I can see the marks on your throat.

- He didn't know what he was doing.

- The mentally unstable never do.

- That's your diagnosis of Brad?

Mentally unstable?

- I'm afraid so.

You noticed he seemed reluctant to

speak about his war experiences?

I wonder could there be a connection?

- How, that was nearly 20 years ago.

And it was in Korea, not Europe.

How could there be a connection?

- Yes, as you said.

Mrs. Hunter there is nothing you have not told me?

A domestic crisis?

Another woman?

- No, Brad and I have always been very happy.

- Well I can only drug him into

a state of calm for so long.

Your first instincts were quite right.

Get him to go home, be with the family,

familiar surroundings.

Then get him to cut down on work.

- What if I can't make him go?

- I don't know, I honestly don't know.

Let me give it some thought, eh?

At least he'll get some rest tonight.

Good night Mrs. Hunter.

- Theresa.

Theresa.

(traffic sounds)

Well good morning, about time lazy bones.

Hey I don't know what that doctor gave me

but whatever it was it sure did the trick.

I feel 100% better.

- 100%?

- 200% better.

Hey, you better where something

very plain and not too sexy today

or I won't let you out of the suite.

Hold it.

(camera clicks)

Thank you Madam, that was lovely.

- Morning sir, lovely day.

- Morning, yes it is, lovely day.

(phone ringing)

- Your paper sir.

- Oh, thank you.

Mr. Trasker, good morning, Brad Hunter.

Yes, much better thank you.

That's why I'm calling, to apologize for yesterday.

Yes, well I'm afraid I was very much

under the weather, I--

- [Mr. Trasker] Mr. Hunter?

Mr. Hunter?

(ominous music)

- Brad, I thought maybe the two of us could,

Brad.

- [Operator] Can I help you?

- American Embassy please.

- There you are St. Pelia Towers.

- Wait for me.

- But Jerry, you're the only one I know

here to call and I really need help.

- [Jerry] Now hold on.

You had a doctor visit?

- Yes, but he can't help Brad.

Or me, and we need help.

- [Jerry] Okay, there is someone who

might be of some use there.

Don't be put out by appearances,

he's a darn good man.

His name is Earp.

- Earp?

- [Jerry] Yeah, that's what everybody says,

Wyatt and all that,

but this guy is Matthew Earp and darn good man.

I'll have him drop by this evening.

(sigh)

- 42, apartment 42.

(doorbell rings)

- Yes?

- Theresa, I want to speak to Theresa.

We met in Vienna.

- You must be mistaken,

there is no one of that name here.

- Merrow, Charles Merrow!

- You have the wrong address, I'm sorry.

(knocking on door)

- Mrs. Hunter?

- [Suzy] Yes.

- Matthew Earp.

Yes, I'm not quite what you expected am I?

May I come in?

- [Suzy] Oh, yes.

Mr. Earp, do you know why you're here?

- Primarily because Colonel Jeremy,

Jerry Pilston recommended me.

He and I once worked together

before he joined the Embassy here.

'Tis quite dangerous work.

Does that give you more to lean on?

- I'm sorry, please sit down.

- It's probably the name, Earp.

It conjures up one thing and then you get me,

the other thing.

- Mr. Earp I'm sure you're very good at your job.

- No Mrs. Hunter, I'm not very good.

I'm magnificent, the best.

But I came here to talk about your husband.

Brad, isn't it? - Yes.

- I take it he's in trouble.

(phone dialing)

- Bannerheim, he has still not returned?

You will ask him to call me the moment he gets back?

Yes, very urgent.

- Brad, darling we've been waiting for you.

- [Brad] Waiting for me?

- This is Mr. Earp, he's here to help us.

- No more doctors Suzy.

- I'm not a doctor, Mr. Hunter.

I'm a private detective.

- Detective?

Earp?

- You see I told you, it's always the same.

I ought to change the name I suppose

but it is a fine old one.

- He's a friend of Jerry's.

- Jerry, Jerry Pilston?

Did you bring him into this?

- Darling I had to talk to someone.

- Oh that's great, that's just great.

What did you tell him?

- I'm sure your wife is just acting

out of love and concern for you, Mr. Hunter.

- I'm sure she did, thank you Mr. Earp.

- I hope you'll be able to thank me for more.

Now your wife has been telling me

the whole story, it's interesting.

- Interesting?

Well I've heard that you Englishmen

have a gift for understatement but interesting?

You don't think this is the ramblings

of a demented mind?

- Do you?

- No.

- Well then let's start with three assumptions shall we?

That you are quite sane,

that I know my job,

and together we might come up with a logical answer.

- Would you like a drink Mr. Earp?

- Oh, thank you, bourbon.

- Bourbon?

- I spent an awfully long time with the Americans.

My pallette has been educated,

or corrupted according to your viewpoint.

- Well an Englishman who appreciates bourbon,

that's something.

- Thank you.

Before I drink your liquor Mr. Hunter,

I must point out that all three

of my assumptions could be wrong.

- That's fair enough.

- You do understand my meaning?

You might be a nutty as a fruitcake.

- Oh you must be related to old Wyatt.

- Well if I am I'd keep quiet about it.

He was terrible bungler you know, Wyatt Earp.

That fiasco, the OK Corral,

all that shooting face to face

when a good scatter gun from Ambush

would've done the job much more efficiently.

- Is that your code, never give a sucker and even break?

- Only his left forearm.

To your health.

- Cheers. - Excuse Me.

- So where have you been?

You left here in a hurry, to go where?

- I went to an apartment block.

St. Pelia Towers, apartment 42.

- [Matthew] To look for Theresa?

- Yes.

- [Matthew] Well she wasn't there I hope.

- What?

- Well if she were there then the case would be closed.

And I shall be unable to charge you my excessive

fee and I warn you it will be excessive.

Now why St. Pelia Towers?

- I'm not really sure but this morning

just before breakfast I glanced at the newspaper

and suddenly it flashed in my head.

You see, I think the newspaper might

have something to do with it.

- [Matthew] What newspaper?

- The London Times.

- And it isn't here now?

- No it isn't.

- And you think that you saw that

address in the paper, is that it?

- I don't know.

- What does Theresa look like?

- I don't know I've never seen her.

- [Matthew] You seem very sure of that.

- Sure, I'm not sure of anything.

Except there isn't any Theresa.

There can't be, Theresa, Merrow.

- Merrow?

- Charles Merrow.

- Did you say Merrow?

- Yes, just now when I went to the

apartment block I asked for Charles Merrow.

But that's crazy, why would I go there and ask for me?

- [Matthew] What?

- Charles Merrow, I'm Charles Merrow.

I went to Ferngate College,

the headmaster's name is Leslie Crowman.

You were right, we should have packed and gone home.

But I can't run out, I have to stay here

and find out what this is all about.

If I'm sane or not.

- Earp will come up with something.

- Confirmation that I should be put away.

- Darling, there's got to be an answer to all this.

- I tried to kill you, didn't I?

I love you Suzy and yet I tried to kill you.

Waiter?

Bring me some cigars, will you?

- Yes sir.

- The best you have.

- Right away sir.

- Brad?

- Yes sweetheart.

- Cigars.

- I ran out.

- Brad, you don't smoke, you never have.

- Let's get out of here Suzy,

get some air, take a walk.

(ominous music)

(tires squealing)

- Well I heard what happened.

How is he?

- Cuts, abrasions, badly bruised.

Nothing serious thank god but he could have been killed.

- I understand they haven't the driver yet.

- No.

- But you were there?

- Yes.

- And you saw the driver?

- I don't know, I don't think so.

It happened so quickly.

- And conveniently.

- Are you suggesting it could have been deliberate?

- Mrs. Hunter, I exist on suspicions.

Most of them unfounded.

- Why would anyone want to run us down?

- May I see your husband, I have some news for him.

- Oh, sure, I'm sorry.

Darling, it's Mr. Earp.

- Well howdy partner.

- Good evening Mr. Hunter.

Well, I am sorry to hear you fell

fouled of our London traffic.

- Well, lousy drivers are the same all over I guess.

- Your reflexes must have been awfully good.

- You know, I've been lying here thinking the same thing.

That car was coming straight at us.

- Darling, Mr. Earp thinks it just might have been--

- It might have been much worse, Mr. Hunter.

Meanwhile I have some information.

I did some checking up on apartment 42,

St. Pelia Towers.

No Theresa there or Charles Merrow,

I'm afraid the apartment is owned by J. Bannerheim.

He's been in residence there for nearly 20 years.

Yes, but one interesting fact,

Mr. Bannerheim is an Austrian national.

He was born in Vienna.

- Vienna?

That's where you were supposed to have met Theresa.

- It was a tiny point it doesn't lead anywhere yet.

- But do you think it will?

- Oh, Mr. Hunter you must have

tossed a pebble in a pool at some time

and watched the tiny ripples spread.

Did you know that it's those tiny,

tiny ripples that eventually erode the whole deck.

Well I've made some more fruitful inquiries.

The Ferngate College.

- You've located such a place?

- Oh yes, in the county of Hampshire.

- [Suzy] And?

- Well, unfortunately it was burned

to the ground some 20 years ago,

most of the records with it therefore

there is no way of knowing if

a Charles Merrow was educated there.

But, fasten your seatbelts,

the headmaster's name was Leslie Crowman.

- [Charles] Your a fool Bannerheim, both of you, fools.

- I tried to reach you, all day I tried.

But you were out riding, always riding.

- [Charles] It's the major pastime of an English gentleman,

didn't you know?

- Well I had to act on my initiative,

I asked Sagar here to follow,

to find out who he was, where he was staying.

- And then attempt to run him down

in the most clumsy fashion.

Well, this time you're Oflag inefficiency

has proved fortunate for all of us.

What do we know about this man?

- His name is Bradley Hunter, an American citizen.

- [Charles] That's all?

- Yes.

- [Charles] I suppose you have checked

to see if he's known to us?

- I'll tend to it at once, Sagar.

- Of course it didn't occur to you

to ask why he came to this apartment.

Why he asked for Theresa or

what else he might know?

You're worse than a fool Bannerheim, you're dangerous.

- Please when I saw this I didn't know what to do.

- Why send him away?

Why not ask him in, find out what he wanted?

- I panicked, yes I confess it I panicked.

I'm rusty, well we all are.

As you very well know we haven't

had an assignment in years,

nobody has asked for Theresa in years.

Nobody since you in fact, almost 20 years.

- Yes, I was the last.

There will be no more incidents though.

This must be handled with kid gloves.

So, curb Sagar's homicidal tendencies for the moment,

at least until we know more about Hunter.

Get me a drink.

We may eventually get some action though, Bannerheim.

Like the old days, eh?

- I was young in the old days.

I don't want them anymore.

- All these years and you still forget.

No ice, never corrupt good scotch

with ice betrays your breeding.

- Mr. E, that's everything I can remember.

Every crackpot remark I've made since I arrived here.

Now, I think I'm going to go out.

- Out?

- Yes I need to take a walk.

- Do you think you should? - Yes.

- Mr. Hunter, you saw service in Korea?

- Some.

- Night patrols, that kind of thing?

- Enough to make me feel like and owl, why?

- It's just that a man who's had that experience

never forgets, he's always noticing things.

If you were being stalked for instance,

even in the big city,

he'd sense it, he'd know.

- Well if I'm being followed I'll call Theresa.

That's very familiar.

If I'm being followed or in trouble

of any kind call Theresa.

- Call her where?

- I don't know, just call her.

Well, maybe the walk will clear my head.

Maybe I'll come up with something.

- [Bannerheim] We have just received an answer,

there is nothing known on Bradley Hunter.

- And?

Well they didn't leave it there did they?

- They are deeply interested of course,

we are to keep them informed.

- There sending someone over?

- No, we have to handle it ourselves.

- I see.

- If you would speak to them you could

persuade them to send someone.

This game is not for us anymore,

it's been too long, all of us are out of practice.

- Some of us Bannerheim, not all of us.

We'll have to bring Hunter in.

- Bring him in?

- And talk to him my dear chap,

ask him some pertinent questions.

Perhaps a few impertinent ones too.

Sometime tomorrow I'd say.

Doubt we'll be ready for him before then.

I suppose you can handle it.

Call me when you've made the arrangements.

- How do you want this job done, rough or smooth?

- What's the difference?

- Smooth you want me to take him back

after you've finished with him.

- Smooth then but you won't be taking Mr. Hunter back.

(knocking on the door)

- Excuse me.

- What it is?

- I thought so, I'd hoped so.

I was halfway down the street when it hit me.

- What? - Theresa.

Call Theresa.

Forgive me, I better explain.

- Please do.

- The phone, you see it's only recently that the

London Exchange has gone over to all figure numbers,

before that you dialed letters and figures.

If you wanted Grosvenor for instance,

you dialed G-R-O then the number,

Waterloo was W-A-T, it's very very recent.

You see even this hotel hasn't

got around to changing it's phones yet.

Do you see?

- I don't see.

- Well spell Theresa for me.

Well come along, spell it.

- T-H-E-R-E-S-A.

- Seven letters? - Hm mm.

- And a London call has seven digits.

Call Theresa.

T-H

E-R

E-S-A.

(phone ringing)

- [Person On Phone] Hello?

- Oh, hello, I'd like to speak to Theresa please.

- [Person On Phone] I beg your pardon?

- I'd like to speak to Theresa please.

- [Person On Phone] I'm sorry sir but

Mrs. Merrow's not here at the moment.

- Merrow, did you say Mrs. Merrow?

- [Person On Phone] Yes sir, who is this please?

- Charles, is Charles there please?

- [Person On Phone] I'm sorry,

but Mr. Merrow is not here either.

Who shall I say called?

(boat horn)

- Well I got nowhere.

I walked, I thought, I came up with nothing.

- Where did you get that?

- I don't know.

I don't remember.

- Do you ride Mr. Hunter?

- Yes, but not in clothes like these.

Paid for with your credit card, Plumwoods.

Who recommended that you go there?

- Go where?

- Plumwoods.

It's the most exclusive sporting tailors in the city.

You made a long trek indeed to buy

a set of clothes you'll never wear.

- I must be losing my mind.

- Now I doubt that Mr. Hunter, we found Theresa.

(car engine rumbling)

- Well?

- No, I've never seen it before.

- Well you're looking at the home of

Charles and Theresa Merrow.

Apparently she's tall elegant woman with fine features.

Who has a habit of exercising her dog

at about this time of day.

So, would out now and stand over there?

- What?

- Then she can't avoid seeing you.

Don't forget the camera.

- It's a kind of joke.

I'll tell you when to laugh.

(suspenseful music)

- Theresa!

- The woman meant nothing to me but the

man in the door I've seen him before.

- Where?

- I don't know.

But I recognize him right away.

- Recognize him?

- That man is Charles Merrow.

That man is me.

- Take us back to the hotel driver.

- Ah, Sagar, yes you take him down to the car.

We will leave him at the pet shop,

they will look after him.

(cat meowing)

Oh, I almost forgot, his favorite food.

He would pine without it,

wouldn't you Sigmund.

Oh Sigmund, you will come to learn

put your trust only in animals.

Only dumb animals, they will never betray you.

I'll be down directly

I'm too old for this, too old.

(knocking on the door)

- Is Mr. Masguard in?

- Masguard?

- Oh, I'm sorry, they must have

given me the wrong room number.

It's most unlike them, please excuse me.

- [Suzy] No, it's all right.

- I wondered, instead of me going

all the way down would it be possible

for me to telephone reception from here?

- [Suzy] Oh, of course, come on in.

- Thank you.

- It's right over there.

(suspenseful music)

- This drug will not put you out Mrs. Hunter,

it will just numb you and make you more acquiesced.

(shower running)

Now Mrs. Hunter, you and I are just

going to walk out of here just the two of us.

- But look, you still haven't an--

You still haven't answered my questions.

Why can't I go straight to Merrow

and ask him what this is all about?

- Because you were nearly killed Mr. Hunter.

- I was involved in a accident.

- Perhaps, perhaps not.

Mr. Hunter the fact that we now know where

Charles and Theresa Merrow are is our only ace.

Now don't discard it too easily.

You don't play bridge?

- No.

- Poker then?

- Some, why?

- Then let's keep our ace in the hole for the moment.

Now you understand that?

- Yes.

- Good, right.

I'll ask you to vie and find out some more.

- Where?

- From our Austrian gentleman.

J. Bannerheim.

And I suggest you Mr. Hunter

get a very very good night's sleep.

- Suzy?

(suspenseful music)

A sign?

A sign.

A signal, that's what triggered me.

Suzy!

Suzy!

Suzy?

- Your wife is in good hands Mr. Hunter

and will remain so as long as you cooperate.

- Who are you?

- Nice and quietly Mr. Hunter, please.

- Where's my wife?

- Quiet!

You know the situation Mr. Hunter.

- I want to see my wife!

- I'll take you to her immediately.

We'll go down by the back stairs.

(doorbell rings)

- [Cleaning Lady] They've gone away.

- Where to?

- [Cleaning Lady] Just away.

Must have been an emergency.

- Emergency?

- [Cleaning Lady] Well he took his bag.

Mr. Bannerheim took his doctor's bag.

- I didn't know Mr. Bannerheim was a doctor.

- He must be, kind of doctor anyway,

the things he keeps in that bag.

- It's a fine day Bannerheim.

A fine day.

Just like the old days.

- Are you sure you're a policeman?

- Madam, you only have to look at my feet.

The world weariness in my eyes and

the 10 pound note clutched in your hands.

- It doesn't seem right.

- I agree.

The hairs on the back of my head tell me the same thing.

Something about this place that isn't right.

Excuse me.

I have a feeling that this

is going to cost me another 10 pounds.

- Aye.

- All right, 20, thank you.

(glass breaking)

- You shouldn't have done that.

- Oh but I should.

Definitely.

Now stand back.

(glass breaking)

Now look.

I bet you didn't know he had

a radio behind there did you?

- Bring them in.

- [Bannerheim] Sagar.

- Oh, please sit down Mrs. Hunter,

and you Mr. Hunter, here sir please.

Now I'm afraid you're both still

suffering from the effects of sedation.

Just sit quietly and I hope this won't take long.

Indeed it mustn't take long.

- Why are you doing this?

What is he to you?

- That it what I mean to find out.

(doorbell ringing)

- Mr. Hunter?

Mr. Hunter, open your eyes please.

He's yours.

(knocking on the door)

(shower running)

- Mr. Hunter?

Mr. Hunter?

As soon as you're ready

I would like a word with you.

- Brad?

Brad!

You don't mind if I call you Brad.

That is your name isn't it?

- Yes.

Bradley Hunter.

- Good, good.

Now I'm a good friend, you understand that?

A good friend.

- Good friend.

- And I want you to tell me about yourself.

I want to know all about you.

(shower running)

- Matthew, you're going to pieces.

- I was raised in Minnesota.

- But you're a big boy now Brad.

What is your connection with the FBI?

- FBI.

- The CIA then.

You're a member of the CIA aren't you Brad?

- I was in the army,

drafted in 1949.

- He's fighting it.

- No,

no, Brad,

you remember calling on me

at my apartment in St. Pelia Towers?

You remember that don't you?

- St. Pelia Towers, apartment 42.

- Now why did you call there Brad?

- Theresa.

To see my wife Theresa.

(phone ringing)

- Ah, Plumwood's,

is Mr. Edwards still with you?

Good, yes, I'd like a word with him please.

Yes, I'll hold on thank you.

- I am Theresa.

I am Theresa.

- Theresa.

- You have something to tell me?

- They sent me.

- Who?

- We met in Vienna.

- Who are you?

- I am Charles Merrow, I was born in Oxford.

Educated at Ferngate College, I have been well taught

what to drink, smoke, where to buy my clothes.

- How do I know this is true?

- The newspaper, the London Times.

I am to bring a copy torn in a certain way.

This is the first sign.

I am to go to an apartment in Manchester Square.

Or to St. Pelia Towers, apartment 42.

I am to ask for Theresa.

If there is danger I will be turned away.

I must then go to a phone and dial Theresa.

New instructions will be issued.

- What are your orders?

- We are to be married.

You and I, it is the best possible cover

then I will take control of the whole spy cell.

- That's impossible.

That was my briefing, my exact briefing before I

was sent to this country nearly 20 years ago.

- Oh hello, Mr. Edwards. - Yes sir.

- Matthew Earp. - Oh hello.

- Yes, I'm fine thank you, and you?

- [Mr. Edwards] Very well.

- I'm glad to hear it, excellent.

Mr. Edwards, teeny tiny problem, Charles Merrow.

- [Mr. Edwards] Mr. Merrow sir?

- Is he a customer of yours?

- [Mr. Edwards] Oh indeed he is sir, yes.

- Yes of course he is.

Yes I've heard him mention you many times.

- [Mr. Edwards] Oh Plumwood's.

- What, no, no, no, you personally.

The fact is Mr. Edwards

I'm supposed to be having dinner with him tonight.

- [Mr. Edwards] Yes?

- It's terribly difficult you see,

I've mislaid his address.

- [Mr. Edwards] Oh it's Kingly--

- No, no, not his address in town.

The other one.

- [Mr. Edwards] Oh yeah, his country residence.

- Yes, out of town, yes that one.

I know you don't normally divulge info

about your customers but I wondered if you could--

- Would his address be of some use to you sir?

- Yes indeed it would be.

- [Mr. Edwards] Sorry to see you--

- Yes, it's truly embarrassing, yes.

- [Mr. Edwards] Here we are sir,

it's the Games Farm Stockery.

- Yes that's it.

- [Mr. Edwards] Did you get that?

- Yes, fine, thank you.

- [Mr. Edwards] We must settle your account soon sir.

- Yes indeed, yes we must, bye.

- It's incredible,

how could he know the briefing so thoroughly?

Why wait so many years to use the information?

We have to know Bannerheim.

- No.

- We have to get on with it.

- Another shot could kill him

and then you would learn nothing.

- We're learning nothing anyhow.

I'm ordering you Bannerheim.

- No, no!

He was in Korea and he knows your face,

does that mean anything, no!

- Korea?

Tell me about Korea Brad.

- I was there,

infantry division.

Captured.

- And you know my face?

- Yes.

- But how, where?

I'm interested Brad dear chap, deeply interested.

You were captured, tell me about that.

- I was selected for special treatment.

Officer,

decorated,

important.

Important they break me.

They flew me out of Korea.

- Where Brad?

Where did they fly you to?

- A long way.

To Europe, a special camp.

A center,

a psychological intelligence center.

- Where?

- They tried to brain wash me but I held out.

I held out. - What center?

- Center,

P.I. Center 79.

- Center 79, but that's where we were trained.

- My name is Charles Merrow,

I am a typical English gentleman,

I was born in Oxford,

educated at Ferngate College,

I have been well taught what to drink,

smoke, where to buy my clothes.

- No danger Bannerheim, no need for panic.

It's a mistake.

- What do you mean?

What possible link can there exist

between us and a American brainwashed in Korea?

- But he wasn't brainwashed in Korea.

You heard him say he was taken on a long journey.

To Center 79.

Don't you see, I was briefed at Center 79.

Over and over they burnt those words into my mind.

I am Charles Merrow a typical English gentleman.

In the next room was a man they thought

they couldn't brainwash but they did.

Unconsciously they did.

His poor addled mind stored my briefing away.

Stored it for nearly 20 years until he made

a trip to Europe and for the first time probably,

held a copy of the London Times in his hand.

Were in the clear Bannerheim.

- And we can let them go?

- Unfortunately no.

Theresa and I will go back to town.

- Always you leave the dirt to me.

- And Sagar, he enjoys it.

Come Madam.

- Brad.

- It will be quick I promise.

- No please, for God's sake!

- [Bannerheim] What is it?

Why are you standing there like that?

- He is standing there like that

because I have a .38 revolver pointed at his kidneys.

And a .38 through the kidneys if not

invariably fatal can be excruciatingly painful.

Now I can't promise to hit a kidney at this range.

A handgun is notoriously inaccurate.

But I can promise to hit some part of your anatomy.

You don't know how ridiculous I feel saying this sir,

but if you would please place your handgun on the table.

And the rest of you,

with the exception of Mr. and Mrs. Hunter,

if you would line up against that wall.

I have a deceptively soft voice,

but I did win a military cross for

disposing of 23 of the enemy single handed.

A rather inferior enemy I must confess.

But 23 of them just the same.

Splendid, thank you.

Now I'm not a stupid hero.

I telephoned the police and

the special branch before barging in.

So doubtless many carloads

of them are on their way now.

Meanwhile, we face one another.

(shelf breaks)

It's experience that counts, I will say.

That, a certain light footed-ness,

and a degree of optimism.

Ah, the calvary, late as usual.

- [Mrs. Hunter] Mr. Earp.

- It's Matthew, and I try to keep the

spirit of Wyatt alive.

Mrs. Hunter, I'd ask you to do me a favor.

- Whatever, anything.

- Please don't mention the gun,

it's a war souvenir and I have no license for it.

Or bullets.