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(regal music)

(tense music) (cloth flapping)

(birds chirping)

- Okay, now let's start, shall we?

Syndesmosis, is what?

Uh, Frank?

- A joint bound together by fibrous tissues.

- That's right.

Now you give us an example, Mike?

- Oh, the uh, lower end of the tibia and fibula,

about here? - Uh, just above

the ankle joint, that's right.

Now give us another, uh, Peter?

- Is it the bones in the wrist?

(typewriter clacking)

(birds chirping)

- Okay, good, now that's all for today then.

- Thanks very much. - Thank you Mr. Mullard.

- Thank you Mr. Mullard. - See you later then.

- Oh what he means of course is he won't see you later.

(chuckling)

- Thanks Frank. - Ladies first.

Mind you manners. (chuckling)

(chattering)

- Ooh, I told you before Sally

you're gonna have to look where you're going.

- I remember.

Is George still around?

- Yeah. - Oh, (mumbles).

- Oh, hello.

If you're looking for the principal he isn't here.

Nobody is, except me.

Mullard, George Mullard.

Well uh, can I help you?

- They've all gone to watch the big parade then?

- Oh yes, yes.

I drew the short straw I'm afraid.

Still I can see it on television.

Probably get a better view.

(sighs) So, what was it?

- Just a word.

(footsteps clacking)

- Mr. Mullard, would you be a sweetheart--

- It's confidential.

- Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you had company.

- I'll be with you in a moment, Sally.

- Sure.

(chuckling)

- Confidential?

(tense music)

- Very.

(silencer hissing)

(dramatic music)

(shocking dramatic music)

- Mr. Mullard?

- You just missed him.

- Missed him?

- Oh the back way. - Oh!

- (chuckles) Can I help?

- Oh I just wanted him to post a letter for me that's all.

- Well that's simple enough.

I'll do it myself.

- Oh would you? (tense music)

Thank you.

- Sally? - Yes?

- [Frank] We're just having a game of poker,

do you want to sit in?

- [Sally] No thanks, I've got some studying to catch up on.

- [Mike] Eww...

- If I can find the books.

(birds chirping)

(foreboding music)

Isn't there. - Full house, 10s and nines.

(players chattering) - I must have left it

somewhere else.

Mr. Mullard?

- No Miss, we're the plumbers.

- Plumbers? - Yes you've got some

trouble upstairs in the staff quarters.

- Oh, have we?

Well, it's up the stairs, along the corridor--

- Yes, thank you Miss, thank you.

Perfect.

You were right.

- My information's always right.

- Put it down.

(pleasant music)

- Oh!

- Here, five o'clock.

- Thanks.

- Sally? - Yes?

- Find your book? - Yes.

All on my own too.

George wasn't around.

- He's probably upstairs watching the parade.

- He's more likely with the plumbers.

- Eh? - Plumbers.

- I'll play these I think.

- We've got some trouble upstairs in the staff quarters.

- Two for me. - I went to a big

parade once you know.

- Oh here we go... - Look all I was gonna say--

- (mumbles) really mean, Mike.

What was it like, the parade.

- Big, lots of crowds, colorful really.

- That's something I really wish I knew about.

Colors. - Well we know

red is hot and blue is cold.

- Yeah it's not the same as actually having seen them.

What about shades of color?

Or purple, for instance?

I wonder what purple's like.

- I'll fold. - Yeah mate.

- Well purples sort of dark.

- (chuckles) Yeah well that's something we

do know about don't we? - Yeah, dark and rich.

- Another one. - They use purple

at funerals you know.

- Cheers, I'll remember that.

All right then I'll go another two.

- How do you know those plumbers?

Come to think of it, they didn't smell right.

- Smell? - (chuckles) What?

Well how should they smell? - Well I don't know,

well like the men who did the roof.

Sort of sweat, and puffy.

- Oh, like Mike you mean (chuckles)?

- Oh watch it. (chuckling)

- I mean, kind of a workman smell.

- I'll see you. - But these were,

kind of suity, a hint of aftershave.

- I uh, I suppose plumbers do take baths as well

as repair them. (chuckling)

My nothing.

- Hey Pat are you there?

- Yeah. - Turn the radio over.

We might as well all go to the big parade.

- [Man] My deal.

- [Announcer] Though the procession is some way off,

the crowd is beginning to gather.

Already there is an air of occasion in this

sleepy little English town, and it is an occasion.

Five heads of state, together with a man who

some think will single-handed change the course of history.

And over there is the point where the motorcade

will enter the town.

Just under one and a half hours from now,

his car will appear, and the moment this

growing crowd has been waiting for will be here.

- One and a half hours.

- One hour, 27 minutes, 45 seconds.

(chuckling) I tell you my

information's reliable!

- It's too long!

We got here too soon, there's time

for something to go wrong.

- Relax, nothing can go wrong in the

kingdom of the blind.

We're in, we're set.

- If he says so, that's good enough for me.

- The lot down there,

just as much prisoners as if we had bars on the windows.

(telephone ringing)

- I'll fix it.

- We're in, we're set.

- Just a small hole.

Leave it to Anderson.

He'll plug it.

(telephone ringing)

- Hello?

Yes Mr. Mullard is somewhere around.

If you'll just hold on I'll go and find him for you.

Oh who's speaking?

Fine, if you'll just hold on.

(scraping)

- [Man] Well look uh,

if it's too much trouble I could easily call back--

- Mr. Mullard!

Mr. Mullard?

Mr. Mullard?

Hello?

- Two. - Hello?

(phone clicking)

The line's dead!

- Well he probably hung up.

- No, no it's completely dead.

It was a Mr. Matherson wanting to talk to George.

- [Frank] You can tell him later.

- Yeah.

(clicking)

- What did he mean, Anderson,

in the kingdom of the blind?

- The one-eyed man is king.

(chuckling)

All okay now.

- [Announcer] For security reasons he will of course

be traveling in his special car,

imported for the occasion.

The car is equipped with bullet-proof glass

and solid steel bodywork, as secure as a tank

against any attack. (suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(slapping)

- Could be important.

- What could? - Mr. Matherson wanting

to talk to George.

I ought to find George and tell him.

- (mumbles), who's deal?

- Mine I...

(clunking)

(clicking)

- [Man] You know we checked that before we set out.

- Yes so now I'm checking it again.

Any objection? - Well it seems to me

we might be a little better off if you--

- Mr. Mullard?

- Uh, no Miss, he's uh, he's not here at the moment.

You see he's gone downstairs to help my mate

find the mains water supply but he'll be

back in a minute, can I take a message?

- Oh, just tell him that Mr. Matherson called.

- Mr. Matherson, yes, will do.

(clunking)

- Are you alone here?

- No.

Well I mean, you're here as well ain't 'ya, eh?

(chuckling)

- What, what are you doing up here anyway?

There isn't a water supply here is there?

- No, no, not exactly in here but uh,

well you've got a header tank just up there

under the roof and that's where your trouble lies.

Look don't you worry about it, I'll tell him

as soon as he gets back, yes?

- Oh, thank you.

(thumping)

- Careful!

- Don't worry.

(tense music)

- She is trouble! - Sh, sh!

(anxious music) - All right.

(suspenseful music)

(clattering) (glass shattering)

- [Sally] Mr. Mullard?

(door closing) Mr. Mullard?

- No.

Haven't you found him yet?

- No.

Frank, Frank why should plumbers use gun oil?

- They don't. - But they are,

upstairs, I smelled it!

The same smell as my father's hunting rifle.

- (chuckles) This is obviously your day

for playing Bloodhounds.

Look I'm going to the library, do you want anything?

- No thanks.

Mr. Mullard?

(tense music)

(brooding music)

(clicking)

- Who can tell? - I tell you it is

my letter! - Oh Sally how can

you be so sure?

- Well by the weight, and I can feel the airmail sticker!

It's mine, I know it's mine!

- Suppose it is, he just forgot to take it

that's all. - How could he forget,

he promised to mail it for me!

And anyway, there's a nother thing.

- What?

- Well he's still in the house!

When I was upstairs I stumbled, I felt his hand!

- Well that explains the letter then,

if he hasn't left yet he couldn't have

mailed the letter, could he?

- Well what's he still doing in the house?

- Well I don't know.

You don't know either.

In fact you never even found out who he was, did you?

- He certainly wasn't a plumber.

His voice, well he was a gentleman.

Well that's it then, gentleman plumber.

(chuckling)

- You know when this is all over,

you and this, (hollow thumping)

ought to get married. - You check, double check

and go on checking, that makes me a pro.

You wouldn't understand that.

- I understand perfectly.

You kill for money.

- Oh yes, what about you, what do you kill for?

Hmm, the cause, a crusade or maybe someone just

stepped on your bloody toes and you want to kick back.

- I have a reason. - So do I, 50,000 of 'em,

all of 'em money.

(chuckling) - Shut up!

Thought I heard a car.

- I don't see it.

- I swore I heard a car.

(gravel crunching)

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell ringing)

- Morning sir.

Sorry, my name's Martin, police.

- Police, anything wrong?

- Nothing at all, it's just a routine check.

- Cops!

- Is the principal of the school around?

- Ah no I'm afraid not,

he's with the rest watching the parade.

There is one member of the staff here though, George.

Uh, Mr. Mullard.

- Where can I find him?

- Moore!

Hide that lot in there, and yourself!

(mumbling)

- He might be in the demonstration room.

If not I really don't know where he is.

- You uh, looking for Mr. Mullard?

- That's right.

- He's up here. - Ah, eh...

- Okay? - Fine, thanks.

- Frank? - Yep.

- [Sally] Who was it, at the door?

- Police. - What?

- Oh calm down, it's just a routine check.

- You understand sir, we have to check all

the premises within range of the parade,

especially those on high ground.

- I won't keep you long Mr. Mullard.

- I see, you mean snipers, that sort of thing.

Well, you can see for yourself (chuckles),

not a telescopic sight anywhere.

- I know, and I always feel a bit foolish

about having to do it, but I have to

go through the process just the same.

You know this would make a damn good vantage point.

- Not expecting trouble are you?

- No.

At the same time, we're always expecting trouble

if you know what I mean.

What's through here?

- It's just a storeroom.

I can get the key if you think it's uh...

- No I'll take your word for it.

I'll just look at the other rooms

if you don't mind, Mr. Mullard.

- Of course.

- Do you think I ought to mention it to him?

- Mention what to who?

- Oh the police!

Tell him about the gun oil, my letter not being posted,

the plumbers! - Oh come on Sally.

(birds chirping)

- I think that's about it.

- Fine.

- Just one more thing, you say you're the only

member of the staff here at the moment.

- Yes. - Then who is the

chap who called me up here?

- Oh, you mean Jeff, oh he's just a friend of mine.

Came to watch the parade with me.

- Ah.

Well, it should all go off without a hitch

if I have anything to do with it.

- I am going to talk to him!

- Sally, hold on! - To him or George

or someone, I tell you there's something wrong!

- They'll laugh at you Sally. - I tell you there's something

wrong, I sense it!

- Did they give you a (mumbles)?

- Relic of the previous owners.

- Titled gentry.

Right to the last they were trying to turn

their houses into fortresses.

- You know what they say,

an Englishman's home is his castle.

- I'm sorry you've been troubled.

- Ah it's no trouble at all Sergeant.

- Goodbye Mr. Mullard. - Bye.

- Mr. Mullard? (tense music)

Mr. Mullard?

Mr. Mullard?

(door closing) (engine revving)

(door rattling)

- All okay now.

- For you maybe, but for my blood pressure.

(chuckling)

- [Announcer] It's marvelous to see how--

- Come on.

Get this all fixed up.

There won't be any more interruptions.

- [Man] Don't touch that.

- Well what's the matter with you

all I'm doing is moving it (mumbling)

from one spot to another! (mumbling)

- Work it out between you.

I'm just gonna prowl around,

see that everything's all right.

- You said it was, just now.

- All right.

See that everything stays

all right.

(chuckling)

- He was there, not George and yet

I heard the policeman call him Mr. Mullard,

but he wasn't George!

- Sally, how do you know that?

- Oh would George have walked right past me?

Oh would he?

And anyway it was the same man, the one who took

my letter and didn't mail it!

- Sally, Sally! - Look don't Sally

me I'm right I tell you!

- You're over-wrought that's for sure.

- Oh don't keep saying that!

- Well you are playing the hypersensitive today, aren't you?

You sense they're not plumbers, you sense

it's the same man as before.

Well how Sally, tell me that?

Exactly how do you know it was the same man?

- Well you ought to know that!

- That's right Mike!

You know how we tell it's George or the principal,

just by the sound of the way they walk!

- Sure, because we've been with them for months.

Some of us years!

But Sally thinks she can pick out a complete stranger--

- In this case yes! - Well why, tell me that?

Why would a stranger be prowling around here?

Why would he ignore you like that?

- I don't know!

- Sally! (door slamming)

Sally.

Sally!

Look they were only kidding!

- Oh leave me alone!

- Where are you going?

- I'm going to work some steam off that's what!

I'm gonna give that dummy of ours a

real going over, break every bone in its plastic body.

(suspenseful music)

(foreboding music)

- (mumbles) ready to go again.

(tense music)

- Come on Frank, give you a chance to win back that million.

(grunting)

- Go on she'll get over it.

- Eh? - Sally, that's just

nerves, frustration.

Happens to us all occasionally.

So we think why me?

It gets us all you know.

- I wasn't worried about that.

- What then?

- Well I was just thinking, (sighs),

suppose she was right?

- Come on Pete deal the card eh?

(slurping)

- Stop that.

- Hmm? - Just knock it off

do you mind?

(plastic clattering)

(tray rattling)

(clicking) - Practice session for

passive movements, intermediate class.

George Mullard speaking.

Now it must be remembered that passive movements

are slow purposeful movements performed

by the operator with the patient completely relaxed.

They're performed to maintain movement,

preserve the blood supply to the limb,

and to keep the pattern of movement in the patient's brain.

You'll appreciate they have a particular role to play

in the treatment of the unconscious patient.

- Queen straight.

- Ace of spades, King of spades.

- [George] Therefore, make sure that the patient

is in a comfortable position, and that you

are correctly placed to grasp your model.

Adopt the position of stride-stepping on the

side of the limb that you're treating.

Your grips must be comfortable and therefore,

your hands must be perfectly relaxed.

Students should not start the treatment

until after they've completed their hand exercise routine.

Now you should be ready.

Grasp the patient's upper limb on the

undersurface of the elbow and around the

outer border of the hand.

- Two pairs!

(screaming) (dramatic music)

- No, no, oh!

- That's Sally! (clattering)

- Help (whimpers).

(mumbling)

(screaming) No!

- Sally!

- Frank! (dramatic music)

- Right there!

Listen feel this, feel this, feel it!

That's right it's a gun.

Now you know that don't you, I want you to tell

your friends I've got a gun, all right?

Now listen, I've got a gun so stay

right where you are or she gets hurt.

Now come on, tell 'em! (Sally whimpering)

- He's telling the truth he does have a gun!

- It's pointed right at this little lady's head

so back up, all of you, back the way you came.

Now come on, move! (Sally whimpering)

Come on, move!

- Sally are you all right?

- She's gonna be fine just as long as you

do what you're told!

- Now Sally! - I'm all right!

- Jefferies! - It's all right!

- What the hell is going on?

- Nothing I can't handle, get back to the launcher!

Come on, move!

(whimpering)

- [Sally] George is dead!

He's dead!

(sobbing)

- Who are you, what do you want?

- Nothing from you sir.

Now listen, I'm gonna lock you in for a bit.

Now just be good, stay out of trouble,

no one gets hurt, understood?

(shutter clattering)

(lock clicking)

(tense music)

(metallic jingling)

(door closing)

(sobbing)

- Everything's under control.

- Is that a fact?

And what the hell was going on down there?

- Why don't you relax, hmm?

Watch some television.

- [Announcer] These people have had a long wait,

some from late last night.

But there is a ripple of anticipation now

because there isn't much longer to wait.

- Hear?

It's not much longer.

Not much longer.

- Why, why George? (chattering)

He was such a harmless little man!

- They need this house that's why!

- What for? - Sally...

- Well didn't you hear him talking to

the man on the stairs?

Get back to the launcher?

- Sh... - Launcher?

- Listen, a rocket launcher I suppose.

- Rockets, fireworks?

- No rocket rockets!

The type the army use!

- That's crazy.

Why on earth would they want to...

Of course! (radio chattering)

- [Announcer] And so far, everything has gone off

without a hitch, from the welcome at the airport,

to the final drive to this town.

And we have news that he is on his way.

(brooding music) This great man, this man

of peace, who has ironically,

been the target of men of violence.

- That's why. (tense music)

This man of peace.

In his bullet-proof car.

Bullet-proof.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

- We have to do something!

- But what can we do?

Hey Mike, you know that frustration you were talking about?

If we could just get a glimpse of the world!

Some, gray, through the darkness.

No they, the windows are shuttered,

and the door is locked.

We might just as well be helpless babies.

- No, maybe we could break the shutters.

- Silently? - Well the door then!

- Without making a noise?

The first sound and one of them will be down here.

- And we wouldn't know.

One of them might be right here in this room now.

And we wouldn't know.

- No it's, it's locked from the outside.

- Oh!

- [Announcer] And we're counting the minutes now,

and he's right on schedule, and due here

at 11 five on the dot.

- 11 five.

It's 10:30 now.

- That's 30 minutes, half an hour.

- And not a damn thing we can do but

sit back and watch it happen.

- Except we can't watch anything!

(dramatic music)

- [Announcer] Now there is a surge of movement

in this vast crowd as the great man approaches

what must be the biggest welcome this country

has ever afforded a statesman.

(chuckling)

- Oh I like that.

The biggest welcome.

You uh, got over your nerves yet, have you?

- Who said I had nerves?

- I did, I could see you twitching.

I told you didn't I, nothing could go wrong.

- It's not over yet. - Oh it soon will be.

No hitches, no problems we couldn't handle.

Do you know, didn't really need you along at all.

- I'm here to see the job done.

- Hmm, you could have read about it in the papers.

Watched it on telly.

- Our organization is paying you

and Anderson a lot of money.

Just regard me as official observer,

to see that we get all we've paid for.

- You'll get that all right.

One barbecued statesman.

- And no comebacks.

(sighing)

- [Announcer] And the whole of the town is

alive with the-- - Turn that off!

It's bad enough we can't do anything

without hearing it happen!

- What is it? - What's up?

- I felt a draft!

Cold air on my cheek.

- [Man] So, the door doesn't fit too well--

- Cold air!

See?

- Yeah she's right.

- So she can feel cold air.

- This place is centrally heated.

Cold air. - Must be coming

from outside somewhere!

- The windows!

- They're closed aren't they?

- Anyway that's the wrong direction.

- Yes I can feel it too.

- Yes, coming from this direction.

- Oh it's, probably just an air vent.

- No that would be low to the ground, wouldn't it?

Well that's the usual thing.

That's the notice board.

- [Sally] I found it, it's coming from here!

- Peter, Ian, help me get the notice board off.

- What's that? - Some kind of door.

- A door at that height, doesn't make sense does it?

- Wait a minute, hey Mike,

do you remember George telling us about this house,

how it was donated by a wealthy family?

- Yes, it used to be their country pad or something.

- Right!

And this was the dining room.

- Yes I remember George telling us how ornate

the ceiling was, it was

the dining room-- - And this could be

a dumb waiter!

- Huh? - That's it, it's the

dumb waiter! - But hang on,

we're on the ground floor aren't we?

There's nothing beneath us.

- There's a cellar. - A wine cellar!

- That's it!

And this must lead straight down there.

(creaking)

- And no comebacks.

That's what you said isn't it, no comebacks?

I know why you're here now.

- Official observer.

- Hatchet man.

If anything goes wrong, gets fouled up,

and the finger could be pointed back

at your organization, then you're supposed

to eliminate the vial witnesses,

namely me and Anderson, right?

- But you keep assuring me that nothing will go wrong

so you don't have to worry do you?

Just let me do the worrying from now on.

That's better.

Oh, we still have a little time,

so why don't you go see if you can find

some coffee for us.

I'll look after your lady love.

- We'll talk about this again, after.

(creaking)

(clattering)

(footsteps tapping)

- That's it! - Sh!

(footsteps tapping)

He's gone.

(tense music) - Sh!

- Look, get a chair (mumbles). - Okay.

(clattering)

- [Man] Ow!

(tense music)

- [Frank] No no that's no good.

- [Mike] Here let me try.

(tense music)

No go. - Then it has to be me!

- No no! - Yes Frank of course,

all you men have tried, it has to be me.

Okay, lower away.

- [Frank] Just hope these ropes hold that's all.

- Come on Frank we haven't got much time.

- Look Sally, when you get down there,

there should be a door, maybe leading directly

to the outside, now if it's unlocked--

- Yes I know exactly what to do,

I'll make straight for the road and

I'll yell at the first car or person I hear!

Now come on Frank!

- Keep your hands tucked in.

(clunking) (tense music)

(suspenseful music)

Sally?

- I think I'm there! (suspenseful music)

(screaming) (clunking)

- Sally are you all right?

Sally?

- I'm all right!

(wincing)

It's very damp here.

(fingers snapping)

It's not very high.

(tense music) (fingers snapping)

There are arches, pillars.

It's quite long. (fingers snapping)

I can feel fresh air!

There must be door somewhere!

(spitting)

(thumping)

There is a door!

It's unlocked!

There is a door, I'm clear Frank!

(tense music) (birds chirping)

Help, please, please help!

(gravel crunching)

(suspenseful music)

Please?

(screaming)

(lock clicking) (Sally whimpering)

- One of them, somebody's grabbed her!

- That's it then. - No that isn't it!

Look they'll be bringing her back here won't they?

- Yes but what can we-- - Well, we have to

move fast!

(clicking)

(whimpering)

- Just lucky I'm a careful man.

Lucky for me, not you!

I was lucky I was prowling about!

(Sally gasping)

Now don't try anything else!

Stupid.

(suspenseful music)

(gun clattering)

You-- - Hold him!

Get the pressure point! - I've got them!

- Frank... - I've got them!

(sighing) - What's happening?

- He's unconscious.

Mike, how long have we got?

- Five, maybe six minutes I don't know.

- The gun I can't find the gun!

Help me!

Not in this place, spread out, clockwise!

Everybody go!

- Frank, Frank I found the gun!

Frank!

What good is a gun to us?

- Well you never know.

Come on.

(footsteps thumping)

There are more of them up there.

And we have to stop them.

- [Announcer] And there he is now, approaching the town!

There's a final attempt to push forward to the front

for a better view of the motorcade.

There is literally only minutes away--

- Do you mind, I'm watching-- - I don't want any

distractions, not now.

- [Moore] What's the matter you

- Not now! - nervous or something?

- I'm just getting a little

sick of you-- - Listen you want it

done right don't you?

You want it finished.

- Where's Anderson?

- Where he always is, checking up, prowling around,

making sure there are no last minute hitches.

- Well shouldn't he be here

for the bang-- - Listen just the sound

of your voice distracts me, that could put me off

and I can't afford that, nor can you.

- Fine I'll get a drink!

- Yes you get your drink and stay out till it's over!

Oh you'll hear the bang.

Even from this distance you'll hear the bang.

(door closing)

Then it'll be my turn Mr. Moore.

The second bang you won't hear at all.

(clicking) (dramatic music)

Not at all.

- Somebody's coming!

Hide!

(suspenseful music)

(mumbles), I'll go for the voice!

(dramatic music) (grunting)

(scuffling) (shouting)

(grunting)

(clicking)

Right, right, leave him, leave him!

(smacking)

Yeah he's out cold!

Now how many more of them are there?

- Just one! - What?

How can you be so sure?

- Two plumbers, and the man who took my letter!

I'm sure, I sense it!

- That's good enough for me!

Should have trusted Sally's senses earlier!

Right just one!

- And the gun! - Sh!

- The rocket launcher, whatever, that's in the staff room,

I'm sure of that too!

- Ah, by the big window that faces south!

- Of course, that makes sense too!

Best possible vantage!

View right down to the town unobstructed.

- Who knows the staff room?

- Not me, I've never been there.

- Well I've been there a couple of times.

- Yeah the last time I was there was

months ago, I'm not too sure--

- But I am!

Well, George has been teaching me

to play chess, I go there almost every day!

- (sighs) Well it's you then.

You again.

And you Mike!

Sh!

Now the rest of you stay down here.

- What do you have in mind?

- You have to be my eyes Sally.

The blind leading the...

Come on.

(suspenseful music)

(clicking)

(tense music)

Mike, Mike.

The door is straight ahead, go to it.

And put your hand on the handle,

just rest it understand?

- Okay. - Now be ready to

move the moment I say so.

The moment I say so.

(tense music) Be well clear of the door.

Well...

Sally?

- Yes?

- Take my right arm.

Feel it? - Yes.

(clicking)

- Moore?

Is that you?

(crowd cheering)

- Now hold my arm tight!

We're now absolutely square to the door, understand?

- Yes. - Now I want you to point my

arm at the window in that room.

- What? - Just do as I say.

- I can't Frank! - You can!

- I can't remember where the window is!

I don't-- - Oh Sally, Sally,

just go through the room mentally, talk it through!

(sighing)

- Through the door, three paces,

then there's a table.

- Good girl. - A pace and a half

to the right, then there's the sofa.

Three paces to the right, then it's the desk.

- The window Sally, the window!

- Oh, that's to the right of the desk.

No, no, it's to the left of the sofa from here.

- Desk...

Sofa.

- Three paces to the left.

There, there, that's it!

- [Frank] I'm now pointing at the window?

- Yes.

- Right.

Now push me forward, slowly.

(tapping)

Am I still pointing at the window?

- [Sally] Yes.

- Now step away from me, right away to one side.

Oh let's say he's average height,

about five foot nine.

Ready Mike?

- Ready. (suspenseful music)

- Now!

(gun firing)

(clicking) (rocket whooshing)

(explosion booming)

(grunting)

(crowd screaming) - A wonderful sight!

A Saturday gone without hitch, without incident!

A sight to tell your grandchildren about!

Oh this is something to see! (thumping)

This is really something to see!

(eerie dramatic music)

(slow forlorn music)