Cage of Gold (1950) Movie Script
By flight or there by sea?
- Yes, I'm due in Paris tomorrow.
- I'll wire them to expect you.
- Do that.
- So long.
Judy!
Tickets, please.
- Judy!
- Hello, Bill.
This is wonderful!
What are you doing in London?
How's the family? What are you up to?
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors, please!
I always knew you'd make a pretty good job
of growing up, but never reckoned on this.
Judy, it's good to see you again.
Bill, I haven't just grown up.
I've grown out of a lot of things, too.
Hey! I didn't like the way you said that.
Don't tell me you've gone cold
on your first boyfriend?
No, but...
I haven't stopped thinking about you,
not for one single minute.
- Let's make a night of it.
- Sorry. I have a date.
- Tomorrow.
- Busy.
- Doing what?
- Painting.
You can paint me.
- You sure you'll turn up?
- Why do you say that?
Only that it used to be
rather a habit of yours,
making promises and not turning up.
At least we can have a drink together.
Where's your date?
- A club in Chelsea.
- Good. I'll take you there.
But, Judy, you were only a kid.
Was I?
Perhaps I should've taken you seriously.
You never took anything seriously.
There was a war on.
It's over. Judy, break your date...
Sorry I'm late, Judy.
Doctor Kearn, Wing Commander Glennon.
- How do you do?
- Thanks for the drink.
You mind if we go straight in?
You'll excuse us?
What else can I do?
Nice to have met you.
What sort of a day did you have?
I watched McKendrick operate this morning.
A wonderful job of work.
His left hand's as good as his right.
- Are you still with me, darling?
- I'm sorry.
- Wing Commander Glennon's compliments.
- What a windfall.
- What's in aid of?
- Please send it back, Alan.
What? It's a jolly good year, that.
- Shall we ask him to join us?
- Please send it back.
Well...
Don't you think
he might be rather offended?
Please, Alan.
All right. If you say so.
Um, would you thank
the gentleman very much? We're sorry, we...
We never touch it.
Take it away before I change our minds.
Judy, dear.
- Who is this champagne merchant?
- It doesn't matter.
Do you mind if we go?
- We haven't had dinner.
- Please, I'd like to.
- You've no need to have it, sir.
- Leave it. I'll find a home for it.
Why let a good-time Charlie like that
spoil our evening?
I know. It was stupid.
- Why make such a song and dance?
- It'll never happen again.
- Why the fuss?
- Please. Do you have to go on about it?
- You must have a reason. I want to know.
- All right! I was in love with him.
He was stationed near home
at the end of the war.
I was only a kid.
No one took it seriously.
Least of all, him.
Calf love. Maybe it was. I don't know.
I couldn't go on sitting there
with him in the room.
- I see.
- I hope you're satisfied.
Alan, I'm terribly sorry.
It's all right.
I don't know what came over me.
Let's forget all about it, shall we?
It was all so childish and silly.
And ages ago.
Yes, of course.
He's going to Paris tomorrow.
I shall never see him again.
Come along. We'll get some food.
I lend you my wireless and
that's the way you treat it.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to strike it.
It's all right, Father.
It will get to know you in time.
I've been looking for the Third Programme
and I can find nothing
but comics and crooners.
Crooners!
- Up late, aren't you?
- Waiting for a call.
Some babies
just won't stick to union hours.
In spite of the health scheme.
- You saw Dr. Saville today?
- Yes.
- What did he say?
- He wants a new partner.
Well? What have you decided?
Oh, I don't know. I just don't know.
Speaking.
Is the district nurse there?
Very well. I'll come straight round.
- Anything I can do?
- No, thanks. Very kind of you.
It's their eighth.
If I don't deliver this one too,
they might not think it was legitimate.
I know there isn't the money
in a practice like this,
but the work's worthwhile.
- No. It's not that.
- You're thinking of Judy.
- She might not like it here, eh?
- No. You're wrong.
Well, you know best.
The last thing I want you to do
is to stick in Battersea on my account.
It's your life.
More sugar and much more money
in a West End practice.
Think it over carefully.
It's the sort of work you do
that's going to matter most
in the long run.
- To you and Judy.
- Yes, of course.
- Good night, Alan.
- Good night, Father.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Goodbye.
Miss Judith Murray?
- Waddy.
- Wing Commander Glennon!
Well, this is like old times.
The one and only Waddy.
You're a fine one, you are.
Not a word from any of you
once you'd gone.
- You ought to be ashamed.
- Oh, go on with you.
- Why do you think I'm here now?
- Does Judy know you're coming?
- She's going to paint me.
- Is she?
Hmm. Has she lived here long?
Since her father and mother
left for Canada.
- She'll have told you Peggy was married.
- No!
Yes, they're over there with her.
Expecting a big event.
Waddy, I've a cinch
for the big event at Hurst Park.
- Bandmaster?
- No. Pontiac. He'll walk it.
What, over seven furlongs with top weight?
Not on your life.
Dear Waddy, just the same as ever.
You haven't changed either.
What did you bring this thing here for?
- It's Judy's. She forgot it.
- I'll talk to Judy. More money than sense.
Hello, Judy.
- I never believed you'd come.
- Why ever not?
Better hurry up, Waddy.
It's getting near the off.
Dear old Waddy.
Still can't resist that bob each way.
- So you've got it, your own studio?
- Yes.
Waddy says your father
sold that house near the airfield.
Mm-hmm.
And the Canadians who moved in
after us pegged Peggy.
Bill... why did you come?
- You were going to paint me.
- I didn't believe a word you said.
- I've learned not to take you seriously.
- I was more serious than you thought.
There was a war on.
Yes, you kept on telling me that,
but it wasn't much consolation.
I know you meant it all in fun, as a joke.
But I was a bit too young
to take it that way.
Well, the joke's on me now.
I was supposed to be in Paris,
but, uh... here I am.
Look, Bill, it's been a long time and...
other things have happened.
I'm sorry.
- Okay, that's how it is.
- That's how it's got to be.
- But before we lower the coffin...
- Bill.
What's the use of an inquest now?
Can't we behave like normal people?
Do we have to make a thing of it?
You're the one making a thing of it.
Okay. Forget it.
Never happened. Scrub it out.
Well, how are you
going to paint me? Like this?
- No, Bill. I can't.
- Why not?
I just can't. That's all.
Because you're not sure of yourself?
- You want head and shoulders?
- Anyhow you like.
I shan't be a second.
We must call it
St. George, World War Two.
If I'm to have a reminder in my old age,
I'd rather remember that part.
Do you miss it?
- Well, they were good days, mostly.
- Yes.
For you.
What now, Bill?
An artist's model.
What a nosedive.
If I promise to show restraint
and talk only about the weather,
will you have dinner with me tonight?
No, Bill.
Eight o'clock.
I'll ring twice,
like the postman always does.
May I come in?
Of course.
I haven't seen you for ages.
I phone you and you're never here.
No. I seem to have been
running around in circles.
So you finished it?
Yes.
- It's taken a long time, hasn't it?
- I suppose it has.
Judy... when this thing started,
you said you weren't sure about anything.
You've had time now to find out.
Does he want to marry you?
I don't know.
All I do know is that
when I'm with him,
nothing else seems to matter.
I don't suppose it does to him, either.
What's tonight's command performance?
More champagne?
Yes, I expect so. More champagne.
I know, all that dreary old round.
Going out night after night.
- Yes!
- And tomorrow, about 12:00, when he's up,
he'll be round again with more pink roses.
Yes! And I'm loving it!
I'm having a wonderful time!
You wouldn't understand.
Sorry, Alan.
It's all right.
Perhaps I shouldn't have said all that.
I don't blame you.
You knew I wanted to marry you.
Yes.
Perhaps I was taking things for granted
thinking you wanted to marry me too.
No. You...
You weren't taking anything for granted.
Judy, I've taken
that partnership with Saville.
Alan...
Will you marry me?
Well?
Alan, I...
We had to clear this up
for everyone's sake.
Goodbye, Judy.
Alan, don't go! You can't just...
Oh.
Hello, darling.
Bill, I feel so awful.
You'd better have a drink.
I couldn't look at one.
Darling, forget it.
Come on, let's go out.
Where is all this getting us?
Out night after night.
- We can't go on having a wonderful time.
- What do you want?
What do you want? I wouldn't know!
I ask about your plans,
and you make a joke about the atom bomb.
I only asked because I want to know.
I must know.
I don't know if you're spending it all
or if money doesn't mean a thing.
At first, I didn't worry, but...
now I can't even sleep.
You're going to have a baby,
aren't you?
Yes.
Why have you tried
to make it a top secret?
- Bill, I've been nearly out of my mind.
- We're getting married.
Aren't we?
Well... aren't we?
Oh!
Getting married without even telling
your father and mother.
It'll be a blow to them, I can tell you.
Can't you wait a little longer?
Are you sure you're not being
swept off your feet by an older man?
What does he do?
Where does he get his money from?
Does he know you haven't got any now?
You could be married properly in a church,
with all your family and friends
who love you.
It ought to be
the best day in a girl's life.
One she never forgets.
- Mr. Fowler and Mrs. Smith?
- That's right.
We're ready for you,
if you'll step this way.
Cheer up, darling. Soon be over.
I know how you're feeling.
Wasn't my idea of a wedding either.
- It's all right. It's only that...
- I know. Tell you what.
We'll throw a big party later on,
invite everyone.
Excuse me.
Would you care to be good Samaritans?
There's been a misunderstanding
with the couple preceding you.
- Would you be witnesses?
- Sure. Why not?
Come on, darling.
- Almost like a double wedding.
- Yes.
Oh.
This lady and gentleman
have kindly offered themselves.
- I hope it's not too much trouble.
- Not a bit.
The bride's witness,
Wing Commander Glennon, is it?
- Yes.
- On the bride's left.
And the groom's witness, Miss Murray,
on the groom's right.
That's it.
This place in which you are now met
has been duly sanctioned according to law
for the celebration of marriages.
Before you are joined in matrimony,
it is my duty to remind you
of the solemn and binding character
of the vows you are about to take.
Marriage,
according to the law of the country,
is a union of one man with one woman,
voluntarily entered into for life...
- What'll you have, darling?
- Bill Glennon.
- George!
- What do you know?
I thought you were
still on that junket in Paris.
Did that racket you were running
get too hot?
You haven't met my wife. George Cummings.
Well, well, well...
- Congratulations.
- Thank you.
I say, I talk the most awful tommyrot.
Ask Bill.
I really do congratulate you.
He's a good type, your husband.
- Darn good type.
- Yes.
- Well, I'll be seeing you, old man.
- Fine.
What did he mean
about your running a racket?
If you must know, darling,
I was a smuggler.
- A gin and tonic and a large Scotch.
- A gin and tonic and a large Scotch, sir.
- Smuggling what?
- Gold. Currency.
Pounds, shillings and pence.
- Did you have to?
- To live, you have to have money.
If your trade is shooting airplanes,
you have to make it as best you can.
Don't worry, I'm going to get down
to a real job of work now.
Helicopters, the missing link
in modern transport.
- I've got an idea for forming a company.
- Bill, thank goodness.
- Six shillings, sir, please.
- Oh, darling, I forgot.
Your wedding present.
- And I've got nothing for you.
- That's all right.
We'll go back to the hotel and change,
then we'll celebrate.
Thank you, sir.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
What if I had never found you again?
Oh, Bill.
Bill, tell me about the job.
- What, now?
- Yes, I want to know.
All right.
I've been talking to Barnaby,
the bloke who wants me
to run the helicopter service.
I can get in on the ground floor.
He's offered me a share
of the profits as well as my salary.
It sounds wonderful.
It is wonderful.
There's only one slight snag.
What?
He wants me to put in 5,000 pounds.
- Five thousand pounds?
- Mm.
- Still, we can raise it, can't we?
- Well, I can't, if that's what you mean.
Oh, I...
I didn't necessarily mean you.
Perhaps your father
might think it quite a good bet.
My father?
Well, he'd get interest of course,
and dividends.
It's really only a loan.
He's not exactly a poor man, is he?
I mean, that house of yours,
all those parties
he threw for us during the war.
He's always helped you.
He furnished your studio...
My furniture came from home
when he sold the house.
Daddy could never find 5,000 pounds.
Or anything like it.
He's had a dreadful time since the war.
That's why we had to sell the house.
Oh.
Bill, I know you're disappointed,
but there must be something
that doesn't need all that money?
If you could do what you did in the war,
you'd be all right for anything.
I don't care how hard up we are, Bill.
I love you.
There must be
lots of jobs for someone like you.
Sure there are.
Not so good perhaps, but good.
Everything will be all right,
I promise you.
Do you know, darling?
In all this long and dreary conversation,
I forgot to mention
the one thing that really matters.
What's that?
I love you, Judy.
Bill!
Bill!
Mrs. Glennon?
- Yes.
- The gentleman told me to bring these up.
Thank you very much.
Darling,
I feel awful about this.
I took the money and the other things
because I'm flat broke.
I thought this way you'd know for certain
that I wasn't coming back.
You wouldn't go on thinking
something might have happened to me.
Then, just now, I felt I couldn't go
without writing this to tell you
I'm not made
for the sort of things you want me to do.
It's not me. I wish it were.
I have to have money and I can't help it.
We could have been so happy.
Terribly happy.
THE GOLDEN CAGE
Hello, Sam.
The usual.
- Double Scotch.
- Bien.
And now, the one
you've been waiting for,
Marie Jouvet.
It's Bill.
The night is ours
Our first and best
Come to my heart
Come to your rest
The night is ours
I love you so
Soft are your lips
Murmuring low
The dream is ours
Beyond compare
Tender and warm
Lovely to share
The hours may pass
And we may kiss
Never an hour
Sweeter than this
Hello, sweetheart.
Bill, you've come home.
- C'est merveilleux!
- Yeah.
You don't know how we've missed you.
You look well.
You lived well in England?
- I want to talk to you.
- Good.
And I'd like to talk to you. Very much.
- When, now?
- After theattraction. Upstairs.
We can talk better there. Hmm?
You wait for me?
Okay.
The night is ours
And then goodbye
Oh, hold me fast
Say that you'll love
Say it will last
Our love must die
Lover, goodbye
Lover, goodbye
A nice, clean boy again.
- Where's the money?
- In London.
So you had a good time
in London, spending it?
Listen, Marie. Someone got wise to it.
The police were after me.
I was being watched.
If I'd come back when we planned
or with pounds, I'd have been caught.
So it took all this time to find
enough courage to come back... with nothing.
Okay. If you want to think that, go ahead.
Enjoy yourself.
You spent all my money
and yourpoule found you out.
I didn't want to come back to this racket.
Where do you think it'll get me,
except in jail? But I had to.
I had to come back to you.
I'll get dressed now. The sooner I'm in
London, the sooner you'll get your money.
I bought this for you.
Might as well have something for the money
you think I spent on another woman.
Where do you think
you'll sleep tonight? In thebois?
Don't be a fool!
What's all this in aid of?
What can I do? I love you.
It's stronger than me.
Bill...
- I have an appointment with Dr. Kearn.
- Will you step this way, madam?
Hello, Judy.
Come and sit down.
Well, what do you think of it?
I can even afford champagne now.
What's the trouble?
You see,
there's no one else I could go to.
I didn't know what to do.
It isn't because I want to take advantage.
Forget all that.
If I can help you, I will.
What is it?
I'm going to have a baby.
Alan, I can't go through with it.
I just can't.
I'm not well.
We'd better start at the beginning.
Judith Murray.
I married him.
Judith Glennon.
Please, you've got to help me.
Why are you in this state? What is it?
Judy, I've got to know.
The morning after we were married,
he left me.
I haven't seen him since.
I know now that having a baby
and getting married
was all part of something
which didn't come off.
I shall never see him again.
Judy,
I'll help you in every way I can.
But I won't do
what you came here to ask me.
- What can I do for you?
- Three old-fashioneds.
- With English Scotch, not hooch.
- And Irish ice?
You won't be long?
- Maybe half an hour.
- I'll wait for you here.
- I can't leave you here alone.
Father, I'm a big girl.
I don't want to argue.
- Bill.
- Yes?
I'm going to trust you with my daughter.
Sorry, my French is awful.
- Oh.
See that my daughter
has everything she wants.
- A pleasure.
- It's her birthday.
I'll be back in half an hour.
- See you later, dear.
- See you later, Father.
A gin fizz, not too sweet.
Sure, handmade and extra special.
And it's on me.
Come to your rest
The night is ours
I love you so
- Too bad about your birthday.
- He's only gone to the Treasury.
They found him out? What's his racket?
- He's a banker.
- A banker?
Very nice.
Never an hour sweeter than this
And now, Victor will sing
something you can dance to.
That'll be 1,200 francs.
Wanna pay in dollars?
In paper.
For a Frenchman,
you don't talk too bad English.
- For Americans, you don't either.
- Okay, limey. Keep the change.
I need someone
to take diamonds to Tangier.
Then fly to New York.
With dollars.
We could send the Englishman.
No.
I'm sorry.
Afraid of letting him out of your sight?
That won't keep him.
No?
You're making a fool of yourself
over this man.
Yes, that's what I keep on telling myself,
almost as often as you do.
Get rid of him.
If you don't, you'll regret it.
We always regret our mistakes,
but we go on making them.
There was a time
when you and I were happy without regret.
It could be again...
if you recover your senses.
There was a time
when you weren't always preaching.
Didn't you come to talk about dollars?
Yes. Someone must go to New York.
I'm Polish, that's no good.
- I would send Golding, but, uh...
- But what?
They refused his entry permit.
Would they know him?
They have his name.
It was written in his passport.
Then you need another passport.
Yes, but an English passport.
Golding is English.
Wait.
Bill!
So you want me to buy his passport?
To keep him here.
What is it?
You want to make some money?
- This doesn't smell so good.
- Money always smells good.
What is it this time?
Diamonds, dollars, gold?
No.
- You've only to lend your passport.
- Hmm?
- My passport?
- Only for a few weeks.
A friend of mine must fly to New York.
He needs a little, uh... holiday.
- How much?
- Fifty thousand francs.
Find a real mug.
- You must pay more.
- What do you mean, more?
If you want my name, pay for it.
I'm rather fond of Bill Glennon.
It's a question of taste. 60,000.
- Better.
- I'll take 100.
You want to thieve me?
- A theft to be proud of.
- Settle it between you.
Okay.
Give me the passport.
Thanks.
A hundred thousand francs
to keep him in France.
You're more than a fool. You're crazy.
You will lose him just the same.
You will lose him in Paris.
You'll see.
You will never understand.
He's stolen from me, betrayed me.
When I hear his voice,
when he touches me...
Without him, there is nothing.
Have a drink. Sam, gin fizz and a Scotch.
Do bankers ever loan
their daughters out without security?
Sometimes, their daughters just go out.
How about you? What about tomorrow? Lunch?
Well...
Why not?
Young scamp.
Keeping us up all night.
- How's his mother?
- She slept very well.
- Good. I'll look in to see her later.
- Very well, Doctor.
Thank you.
I'm glad it was you, Father.
It was a difficult birth.
Some of us old-fashioned GPs aren't so bad
at old-fashioned jobs like this.
I don't suppose
it'd cut much ice in Mayfair.
- No, and I don't think I do.
- Oh?
- Father, you look absolutely whacked.
- Oh, I'm all right.
Well, if ever you feel
like taking things a bit easier...
What do you mean?
I mean, uh...
I'll take over from you, for good.
You'd better see Judy.
Then we might have a bite of food.
Yes, fine.
One of the best-looking boys
I ever set eyes on, darling.
For his age. Just like Winston Churchill.
Just a little bit like me, too?
- Do you think?
- Well, he's got your ears.
Is that all?
Alan... he is like Bill.
Judy,
he's out of our lives forever.
How much?
- 170.
One hundred and seventy francs.
Merci.
I'm in love.
You don't know him.
Yes, I do.
I forbid you to contact Bill.
See you later, Father.
LADIES' HAIRDRESSER
Darling,
you realize if you do marry me
there's lots of things
that you won't get anymore.
I don't care.
All right.
We'll leave Paris. We'll go away.
- Bill.
- Listen.
After your father
has left home in the morning,
pack your things and meet me at our caf
on the Place de la Madeleine.
Bring as much money as you can.
We'll leave Paris
and then we'll get married.
Well, won't we?
Oh, Bill.
What you heard about me is,
on the whole, true.
Uh, broadly speaking.
And you can add to that
something you weren't told.
I'm already married.
If you'd been this frank with my daughter,
there would have been no misunderstanding.
I'm not so sure.
She's in love with me, you know.
In fact, she's already left home.
She is waiting for me now.
Oh.
I see.
I must admit, I find
the whole thing rather... embarrassing.
Then what do you suggest?
Well, I could...
leave Paris.
Without my daughter?
Yes, I've the chance
of a job in South America.
A new company. Helicopters.
Helicopters?
Good. Good. This is enterprise, adventure.
There's only one slight snag.
I'd have to buy a partnership.
I'd need, uh...
10,000 pounds.
Ten million francs?
It's a lot of money.
- Do you love my daughter as much as that?
- Don't you?
Well, I suppose
it is a reasonable proposal.
In fact, it's generous.
But I'm a businessman
and I like to do things correctly.
- You won't regret it.
- Not another word.
It's a pleasure, I assure you.
Mr. Perier,
write out the terms
of this gentleman's proposal in detail.
Now, will you please dictate
to my clerk everything you've told me,
sparing yourself nothing?
Finally, will you repeat your suggestion
to compensate you
for the loss of my daughter?
I think you said 10,000 pounds.
After that, if you will sign it,
we'll both take it along to the police.
You're not going? It sounds wonderful.
The police will agree.
It's a unique opportunity
of making money very quickly.
Call the Chief of Police.
Cognac, please.
- A cognac?
The best in the house. It's famous.
- Sixty francs, sir.
- Sixty francs.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
Taxi!
He is no good to you.
He's always with that girl.
Everything he tells you is a lie.
You won't face the truth.
He'll get tired of her.
I can wait. It isn't the first time.
He's no good for you.
I tell you again and again
until I'm sick of hearing myself.
And I'm sick of hearing you say it!
Stop!
What should I do?
Come away from Paris.
Forget him.
But I don't want to forget him.
There's nothing
you can tell me about him I don't know.
But he's still in Paris.
He's still with me.
That's all that matters.
I want my passport.
We all know it's at the bottom of the sea.
I want a passport, or the money now.
- A British passport's expensive.
- I wouldn't know.
Cut that out. I'm in a hurry.
500,000 francs or I go to the police.
What have you done?
Why do you need this money?
I like to travel in comfort.
And I'm going a long way.
No, don't give him that!
That's your photograph,
isn't it, Mr. Golding?
If you're found, you'll be in trouble.
- It's no good to you.
- It's good enough.
Bill!
What have you done?
You can't leave. You know I love you.
I beg you!
You can't go like this!
- No?
Goodbye, sweetheart.
Bill!
- If this passport's no good, I'll be back.
- You won't come back.
It's been done before.
Noel, Noel Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel
Oh!
Darling, you shouldn't be so ambitious.
How many children
are coming to this wonderful party?
Eighteen.
Well, we've got 18 wonderful balloons.
- We'd better have a few more, for luck.
- Well...
- What's the matter with this light?
- Oh, a loose connection.
Soon fix that.
Here, hold this.
- Do be careful. They'll be here soon.
- It's child's play.
It's marvelous
what you can do with a nail file.
Now you've done it.
What happened?
Oh, they must have got the wiring wrong.
- It's supposed to be in series.
- Of course. How stupid of them.
Hmm?
Judy.
Darling.
Any regrets?
None.
No champagne in Battersea.
None of the old merry-go-round
you used to have.
I hated it as much as you did.
Did you?
You said once you loved it,
you were having a wonderful time.
Bill's ghost again.
Why do you have to remind me?
You are the only one
who ever thinks of him now.
Yes, I'm sorry.
I can't blame you.
Heavens! They'll be here
before we know where we are.
- You promised to get the Heathcoate boys.
- I'll be off.
- What about the lights?
- I'll fix it while they have tea.
- Oughtn't I ring up an electrician?
- Certainly not.
- And mind you're ready in time.
- All right.
I don't want to have to cope
with 18 screaming brats on my own.
Bye.
Oh, Waddy!
Did you remember about those crackers?
Don't start to fuss.
Nothing's been forgotten.
I've forgotten Nicky.
Heavens, look at your face.
I'll catch it for this.
And just what have you two been up to?
Oh, Nicky. You and your grandpa.
You can't be left alone for two seconds.
I don't like to discourage him.
He was writing a letter toThe Times.
Weren't you, Nicholas?
Heavens, they're here
and I haven't turned out the jellies yet.
- And just look at you! Come on.
- Don't forget I want a jelly with my tea.
And ask Waddy if she thinks Highlander
can carry a penalty of ten pounds
over three miles tomorrow.
You and Waddy
will have us all in the workhouse.
- Try and cope Waddy, will you?
- All right!
Hello, Waddy.
Yes, it's me.
Bill Glennon.
Hello, Judy.
Run back to Grandpa, there's a good boy.
All right, Waddy.
You're looking marvelous.
What do you want?
Don't you think it's a bit,
uh, public out here?
Oh, a party.
I'm sorry.
Why are you here?
I couldn't go on indefinitely
letting you think I departed this life.
You know, don't you, that I married Alan?
Yes.
Didn't wait long, did you?
- It's made things complicated.
- What are you going to do about it?
That was the idea of coming to see you.
We might all get together
and try to tidy things up.
After all,
we can't both be married to you.
Keep Alan out of this!
- It's nothing to do with him.
- Isn't it?
I think he'd kill you if he knew.
I've barged in at the wrong moment.
You're not in the right frame of mind.
What about tomorrow,
when you've both got used to the idea?
Anything.
But you can't drag Alan into this.
Don't be silly.
How can we keep him out of it?
He'll be back at any moment.
Will you go now?
All right. I'll ring you tomorrow.
Oh. How's the boy? What did you call him?
Nicholas. And this is his first party.
Pity I can't be there.
I hate to miss a good party.
Don't let us have a hate, Judy.
People can't feel the way we did
and write it off completely.
Please, will you go?
See you tomorrow.
Will Nicky be here
with the other boys, Daddy?
I know Nicky too.
Stick 'em up!
They tell me
you've been very, very cruel to Miss Judy.
I'm the hangman!
And they tell me, Judy,
that Punch has been a very naughty boy.
He'll have to put
his head in there, like this.
And then I will pull the rope, like that!
It's all right, darling.
You fainted. You've been doing too much.
Is anything worrying you?
I'm all right.
You sure?
Go down and see to things,
darling, will you?
Look after her, Waddy.
- Waddy, how did it happen?
- You haven't told Alan.
Why, Judy?
- Alan mustn't know, not yet.
- But he's got to know.
For his sake, if we can
keep him out of it, we've got to.
How can you?
I don't know,
but promise me you won't tell anyone
until I've found out why he's here.
Dear, I don't know. I'm sure...
Can't you see?
I treated Alan so dreadfully before.
If there is anything I can do now,
I've got to do it.
At least you must let me try.
- Well, if you say...
- Please, Waddy.
All right, Judy.
There we are. Hold that, will you?
- Is the doctor all right?
- I'm fine, thanks.
I can see that. I mean your father.
Oh.
He's not too bad. Hold those.
Why don't you pop up to the house one day?
He likes to see his old friends.
- He knew a thing or two.
- Yes.
- It's a rum thing.
- What?
You can't beat the old ones.
No, you can't, can you?
There you are. Should be all right now.
We'll see.
Uh, see you after Christmas.
Send the next customer in, please.
- Remember me kindly to the doctor.
- I will.
- We miss him, you know?
- I know you do.
Hello, Kearn.
Even I couldn't dodge that queue of yours.
Why are you looking like that?
Weren't you expecting me?
Didn't Judy tell you?
No.
That's very naughty of her.
- When did you see her?
- As soon as I got back to London.
Looking marvelous, isn't she?
Before we go any further,
I'd better talk to her.
Oh, I shouldn't, old man.
She's worried stiff about you.
I don't think she's forgotten you had
something like this to go through before.
Perhaps you and I might be able
to sort this out between us.
Sort what out?
Oh, please.
Who is married to who? And, uh... Nicholas.
The police should be quite a help, too.
The police?
They might like to know
why you were reported killed.
I wish they'd tell me
who borrowed my passport.
Still, that's not going to help us.
I spent a long time working to come back
to Judy and Nicholas with a clean slate.
It's pretty tough.
I'm still in love with her.
And I want her back.
And Nicholas.
After all, I'm still her husband.
- She'll divorce you.
- That wasn't the impression she gave me.
Judy and I have a thing for each other
that takes some breaking.
We always had.
You should know that.
We could never quite
get it out of our systems.
What are you after, money?
Oh, is that your idea?
I hadn't thought of that.
It's a bit sudden,
but... if it's the only way out
and you insist...
It's gonna be awfully expensive.
Think what you're getting
and I'm giving up.
It wasn't my idea.
I only asked if it was yours.
I'm going to phone my solicitor
and then I'm going to the police.
That's my idea of settling this.
I should have a word with Judy.
See how she feels.
Until you do,
I don't think we'll get anything solved.
She knows
where she can get in touch with me.
Anytime.
She's been there.
I'll be seeing you.
- Doctor, it's Millie's leg.
- Please, give me a minute.
It's a terrible cut
and it's bleeding badly.
All right. Let me look at it.
Yes?
Hello, sweetheart. It's me.
I've been waiting.
You haven't told Alan yet, have you?
Bill, we can arrange a divorce.
Anything you want.
I'll tell Alan after you've gone.
Aren't you banking
on the idea that I want a divorce?
You'd better come and see me now.
Then it's blackmail.
Don't be silly.
A husband can't blackmail his own wife.
Is that you, Judy?
Yes.
Be a good girl and get me my tobacco.
It's in the drawer by the window.
Yes, all right.
Judy.
Thank you.
Judy, I know I'm a ruddy old nuisance
lying about up here,
but if ever you wanted any help,
if ever you wanted
to get something off your chest,
it's safe enough with me.
I know.
But really, there's nothing.
Nothing at all.
Darling.
Get me a handkerchief
before you go, will you?
I've got to go out now.
Waddy will get you your tea.
- I wouldn't mind another of those jellies.
- All right.
And I hope Waddy didn't forget
to ring up about my investment.
I want it each way.
I'll tell her.
Yes?
Waddy, I want to speak to Judy.
She's just gone out.
- Try to get her back, I must speak to her.
- I'll try.
Judy!
Judy!
I shouted, but she's gone.
The fog is awful.
Waddy, where has she gone?
I don't know.
The minute she gets back, ask her
to phone me. I'll be waiting here.
All right. Goodbye.
Hello, Mrs. G. Didn't take you long.
I was going to make a cuppa.
Or would you rather have a drink?
- Oh, come on, Judy. Relax.
- What do you want to talk about?
You know, I never wanted to do this,
but we're all in a mess now.
I want you. Alan wants you. Nicholas.
What a shambles.
Go on.
Just wondering
if there weren't some way out.
Such as?
Well, if it means so much to you and Alan,
I could, uh, step out of it.
Go to South America or somewhere.
No one need know
you're married to the phony.
The point is,
what are you two going to do for me?
It is blackmail.
No, no.
It's asking you to do something in return
for what I'll do for you.
If yopu won't play ball
and there is a showdown,
everything will come out for airing.
- How much do you want?
- How much can you let me have?
Two hundred and sixty-five pounds.
I didn't have in mind
to go to Rio to queue for the dole.
I can give you 265 pounds. That's all.
You don't place much value
on this second romance of yours, do you?
You'd be afraid if you knew how much I do.
And what about Alan?
Two hundred and sixty-five pounds.
Is that all you're worth to him?
- We'd better ask him.
- No. Alan mustn't be brought into this.
What would he say
if he knew you were meeting me here?
He'd begin to wonder
why you hadn't told him I'm home.
Why didn't you tell him?
It's so silly of you.
Anyhow, we won't get much further
without him. He's the banker.
No! You can't do that! You can't!
Bill, please!
Is that you, Kearn? Glennon speaking.
I have our wife here.
14 Cadogan Mews.
Quite like old times.
We were just going to have a drink.
- Why don't you come up and join the party?
- Stop it, Bill!
Sorry, Judy's a bit upset.
- She's not there. I don't believe you.
- Well, come and see.
It's up to him now.
We really can relax.
Put that away.
- What good will it do you?
- I'm not thinking of myself.
I'm thinking of Alan and Nicky.
You say you're thinking of Nicky?
Think of him.
Think of him now.
How would you like to have a mother
who killed your own father?
What about Alan?
How's he gonna feel the rest of his life?
He wouldn't want
my son to remind him of both of us.
Or don't you care?
Judy!
Oh, Alan! Don't go there! You mustn't!
- What are you saying?
- Alan, take me home.
- Is it all on again with you and him?
- No.
He's been seeing you,
and you haven't told me.
Alan, don't!
I've got to know now from him.
Alan!
Alan!
Alan!
- What is it?
- These gentlemen...
- Mrs. Kearn?
- Yes?
I'm Detective Inspector Grey
from General Road Police Station.
This is Sergeant Adams.
Police?
May we come in?
Yes, of course.
Put the lights on, Waddy.
It's, uh...
It's about your husband.
- What's happened to him? Where is he?
- At the station. He's made a statement.
A statement?
A man's been shot. William Glennon.
But... Alan didn't shoot him.
He says he did.
No.
- You knew William Glennon, didn't you?
- Yes.
- You were married to him.
- Yes.
Yes.
But Alan didn't shoot him.
He was found there, with the pistol.
- But I took the pistol there.
- You?
Yes, I want to tell you
exactly what happened.
Suppose you do that.
I took the pistol and went to see him.
My husband didn't know.
He didn't even know Bill was alive.
Go on.
And then there was a terrible scene.
I lost my head... pulled the trigger.
Several times. I don't know how many.
I hardly knew what I was doing.
Yes?
Then I dropped the pistol,
ran down the stairs and into the street.
Only one thing, Mrs. Kearn.
Your husband says
he took the pistol to Glennon's place.
But I took it!
- I can prove it.
- Really?
The pistol's kept in a gray suede cover,
in a drawer in my father-in-law's room.
I got it from there,
took it out of its cover
and then hid the cover.
I'm the only one
who knows where that cover is now.
You'd better show us.
I want you to be careful
that you're sure about what you're saying.
You know this involves a charge of murder.
My father-in-law's not very well.
Is there any way that we can...
Did your father-in-law see
you take the pistol?
No.
All right. I'll do my best.
- Thank you.
- Wait here, Adams.
What is it, Judy?
It's all right, Father.
Just an inquiry
about your firearms license, sir.
Heavens, I believe I forgot to renew it.
If I could just see
where the weapon is normally kept.
- What's that to do with the license?
- Just checking, sir.
Judy, show him, will you?
It's over there, in the chest.
It's kept in here. In a gray, suede cover.
All right.
Where's the cover?
And the license, Mrs. Kearn?
I put it in here somewhere.
In this drawer.
It doesn't seem to be there, Mrs. Kearn.
Why not try the desk?
Yes.
All this fuss about a simple license.
The blasted government.
Coming into my bedroom,
poking about in my drawers.
Regular Gestapo.
Judy, come and see if you can knock
some sense into this damn thing.
It's full of nothing
but crooners and comics.
Comics!
There you are, Father.
Thank you, sir. Sorry to disturb you.
In view of what you've told us,
Mrs. Kearn,
I must ask you to come to the station.
Of course.
If there are any domestic arrangements
you'd like to make,
we will wait.
Thank you.
I would just like
to say goodnight to my son.
You said in your statement
the pistol was in a cover.
What did you do with the cover?
Well, what did you do with it?
Did you, uh...
get rid of it?
Yes. I wanted to have the pistol ready.
What did you do with it?
I threw it out of the car window.
I don't know where because of the fog.
Is this it?
It was found in a drawer at your house.
Your wife gave it to us.
And another thing.
The constable said
he heard you break into Glennon's place.
But he didn't hear a shot.
We've got your wife here, Dr. Kearn.
She's told us her story.
I know you've said what you have
to cover her.
But I'm sorry, it just won't do.
It's really no use.
May I see her?
I'm afraid not.
- Will you tell her something?
- Yes?
Will you say
that all those things I said to her
I realize now were not true,
and that they've never been true?
But I know that now.
And always will.
And will you say that I am sorry?
Yes.
If I were you, I should go home now.
There'll be things
to be taken care of there.
Yes.
- When can I see her?
- As soon as possible.
Thank you.
Ask Mrs. Kearn to come in.
Come in, please. Sit down.
You know, Mrs. Kearn,
you were right about your husband.
You don't believe he did it?
No.
He didn't shoot him.
Now, Mrs. Kearn, please,
exactly what happened?
I had the pistol in my hand
and I was going to shoot him.
There was nothing else
in my mind but that.
Then, quite suddenly,
I was conscious of the kettle.
It started to boil.
I could see the steam jetting out,
and my head began to swim.
He said, "What about Alan?
How's he going to feel
for the rest of his life?"
Then he smiled.
And my head went clear again.
Because I was angry.
I remember thinking,
"That's the last bit of charm
he'd try on me or anyone else."
I was going to press the trigger.
Then I heard him say,
"What are you going to tell Nicky?"
"What are you going to say
when he asks why you killed his father?"
And my head began to swim again.
And I knew that my hands were trembling
and he could see they were.
I went on standing there,
thinking about Nicky...
and how he looked a little bit like Bill.
Suddenly, I was very frightened
of what I'd nearly done.
I dropped the pistol, ran out of the room,
down the stairs, and into the street.
You're now saying you didn't kill Glennon?
Yes.
Is this yours, Mrs. Kearn?
It was found
on the floor of Glennon's flat.
- Yes, but...
- But what, Mrs. Kearn?
It is yours?
He gave it to me on our wedding day.
It was one of the things
he took when he left.
He disappeared
and later on I thought he was dead.
Yes. We know all that.
We thought Glennon was dead too
until the French police
resurrected him yesterday.
We'd closed his file.
His file?
Yes, we knew a lot
about him and his currency dealings
and the people
he associated with in Paris.
His last job over there
was also attempted blackmail.
Between you, you and your husband
have put us back about 12 hours.
And that's a long time.
You know, Mrs. Kearn, there's one thing
that makes us really cross.
That's when people
try to make us look silly.
We don't much like false statements.
Your husband lied about the pistol.
You lied about the shooting.
You said you pulled the trigger.
You didn't know how many times.
But only one bullet was fired.
If we were all as simple
as you tried to make us look,
you might've talked yourselves
into something there was no way out of.
Would you please mind
waiting in the other room again?
Get me Passport Control, Dover.
Oh, excuse me.
Do you mind
if we have the window open a little?
Allow me.
Not too much for you?
Thank you so much.
Come back to you?
Sweetheart, I'm sorry.
My wife's just been to see me.
You don't know her, do you?
That's her wristwatch you're wearing.
The curious thing is,
in my own peculiar way,
I think I'm still in love with her.
She had everything
I ever really wanted except money.
You had nothing but money.
A cage of gold.
Yes?
I see.
Did she speak?
I see.
Alan.
The night is ours
- Yes, I'm due in Paris tomorrow.
- I'll wire them to expect you.
- Do that.
- So long.
Judy!
Tickets, please.
- Judy!
- Hello, Bill.
This is wonderful!
What are you doing in London?
How's the family? What are you up to?
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors, please!
I always knew you'd make a pretty good job
of growing up, but never reckoned on this.
Judy, it's good to see you again.
Bill, I haven't just grown up.
I've grown out of a lot of things, too.
Hey! I didn't like the way you said that.
Don't tell me you've gone cold
on your first boyfriend?
No, but...
I haven't stopped thinking about you,
not for one single minute.
- Let's make a night of it.
- Sorry. I have a date.
- Tomorrow.
- Busy.
- Doing what?
- Painting.
You can paint me.
- You sure you'll turn up?
- Why do you say that?
Only that it used to be
rather a habit of yours,
making promises and not turning up.
At least we can have a drink together.
Where's your date?
- A club in Chelsea.
- Good. I'll take you there.
But, Judy, you were only a kid.
Was I?
Perhaps I should've taken you seriously.
You never took anything seriously.
There was a war on.
It's over. Judy, break your date...
Sorry I'm late, Judy.
Doctor Kearn, Wing Commander Glennon.
- How do you do?
- Thanks for the drink.
You mind if we go straight in?
You'll excuse us?
What else can I do?
Nice to have met you.
What sort of a day did you have?
I watched McKendrick operate this morning.
A wonderful job of work.
His left hand's as good as his right.
- Are you still with me, darling?
- I'm sorry.
- Wing Commander Glennon's compliments.
- What a windfall.
- What's in aid of?
- Please send it back, Alan.
What? It's a jolly good year, that.
- Shall we ask him to join us?
- Please send it back.
Well...
Don't you think
he might be rather offended?
Please, Alan.
All right. If you say so.
Um, would you thank
the gentleman very much? We're sorry, we...
We never touch it.
Take it away before I change our minds.
Judy, dear.
- Who is this champagne merchant?
- It doesn't matter.
Do you mind if we go?
- We haven't had dinner.
- Please, I'd like to.
- You've no need to have it, sir.
- Leave it. I'll find a home for it.
Why let a good-time Charlie like that
spoil our evening?
I know. It was stupid.
- Why make such a song and dance?
- It'll never happen again.
- Why the fuss?
- Please. Do you have to go on about it?
- You must have a reason. I want to know.
- All right! I was in love with him.
He was stationed near home
at the end of the war.
I was only a kid.
No one took it seriously.
Least of all, him.
Calf love. Maybe it was. I don't know.
I couldn't go on sitting there
with him in the room.
- I see.
- I hope you're satisfied.
Alan, I'm terribly sorry.
It's all right.
I don't know what came over me.
Let's forget all about it, shall we?
It was all so childish and silly.
And ages ago.
Yes, of course.
He's going to Paris tomorrow.
I shall never see him again.
Come along. We'll get some food.
I lend you my wireless and
that's the way you treat it.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to strike it.
It's all right, Father.
It will get to know you in time.
I've been looking for the Third Programme
and I can find nothing
but comics and crooners.
Crooners!
- Up late, aren't you?
- Waiting for a call.
Some babies
just won't stick to union hours.
In spite of the health scheme.
- You saw Dr. Saville today?
- Yes.
- What did he say?
- He wants a new partner.
Well? What have you decided?
Oh, I don't know. I just don't know.
Speaking.
Is the district nurse there?
Very well. I'll come straight round.
- Anything I can do?
- No, thanks. Very kind of you.
It's their eighth.
If I don't deliver this one too,
they might not think it was legitimate.
I know there isn't the money
in a practice like this,
but the work's worthwhile.
- No. It's not that.
- You're thinking of Judy.
- She might not like it here, eh?
- No. You're wrong.
Well, you know best.
The last thing I want you to do
is to stick in Battersea on my account.
It's your life.
More sugar and much more money
in a West End practice.
Think it over carefully.
It's the sort of work you do
that's going to matter most
in the long run.
- To you and Judy.
- Yes, of course.
- Good night, Alan.
- Good night, Father.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Goodbye.
Miss Judith Murray?
- Waddy.
- Wing Commander Glennon!
Well, this is like old times.
The one and only Waddy.
You're a fine one, you are.
Not a word from any of you
once you'd gone.
- You ought to be ashamed.
- Oh, go on with you.
- Why do you think I'm here now?
- Does Judy know you're coming?
- She's going to paint me.
- Is she?
Hmm. Has she lived here long?
Since her father and mother
left for Canada.
- She'll have told you Peggy was married.
- No!
Yes, they're over there with her.
Expecting a big event.
Waddy, I've a cinch
for the big event at Hurst Park.
- Bandmaster?
- No. Pontiac. He'll walk it.
What, over seven furlongs with top weight?
Not on your life.
Dear Waddy, just the same as ever.
You haven't changed either.
What did you bring this thing here for?
- It's Judy's. She forgot it.
- I'll talk to Judy. More money than sense.
Hello, Judy.
- I never believed you'd come.
- Why ever not?
Better hurry up, Waddy.
It's getting near the off.
Dear old Waddy.
Still can't resist that bob each way.
- So you've got it, your own studio?
- Yes.
Waddy says your father
sold that house near the airfield.
Mm-hmm.
And the Canadians who moved in
after us pegged Peggy.
Bill... why did you come?
- You were going to paint me.
- I didn't believe a word you said.
- I've learned not to take you seriously.
- I was more serious than you thought.
There was a war on.
Yes, you kept on telling me that,
but it wasn't much consolation.
I know you meant it all in fun, as a joke.
But I was a bit too young
to take it that way.
Well, the joke's on me now.
I was supposed to be in Paris,
but, uh... here I am.
Look, Bill, it's been a long time and...
other things have happened.
I'm sorry.
- Okay, that's how it is.
- That's how it's got to be.
- But before we lower the coffin...
- Bill.
What's the use of an inquest now?
Can't we behave like normal people?
Do we have to make a thing of it?
You're the one making a thing of it.
Okay. Forget it.
Never happened. Scrub it out.
Well, how are you
going to paint me? Like this?
- No, Bill. I can't.
- Why not?
I just can't. That's all.
Because you're not sure of yourself?
- You want head and shoulders?
- Anyhow you like.
I shan't be a second.
We must call it
St. George, World War Two.
If I'm to have a reminder in my old age,
I'd rather remember that part.
Do you miss it?
- Well, they were good days, mostly.
- Yes.
For you.
What now, Bill?
An artist's model.
What a nosedive.
If I promise to show restraint
and talk only about the weather,
will you have dinner with me tonight?
No, Bill.
Eight o'clock.
I'll ring twice,
like the postman always does.
May I come in?
Of course.
I haven't seen you for ages.
I phone you and you're never here.
No. I seem to have been
running around in circles.
So you finished it?
Yes.
- It's taken a long time, hasn't it?
- I suppose it has.
Judy... when this thing started,
you said you weren't sure about anything.
You've had time now to find out.
Does he want to marry you?
I don't know.
All I do know is that
when I'm with him,
nothing else seems to matter.
I don't suppose it does to him, either.
What's tonight's command performance?
More champagne?
Yes, I expect so. More champagne.
I know, all that dreary old round.
Going out night after night.
- Yes!
- And tomorrow, about 12:00, when he's up,
he'll be round again with more pink roses.
Yes! And I'm loving it!
I'm having a wonderful time!
You wouldn't understand.
Sorry, Alan.
It's all right.
Perhaps I shouldn't have said all that.
I don't blame you.
You knew I wanted to marry you.
Yes.
Perhaps I was taking things for granted
thinking you wanted to marry me too.
No. You...
You weren't taking anything for granted.
Judy, I've taken
that partnership with Saville.
Alan...
Will you marry me?
Well?
Alan, I...
We had to clear this up
for everyone's sake.
Goodbye, Judy.
Alan, don't go! You can't just...
Oh.
Hello, darling.
Bill, I feel so awful.
You'd better have a drink.
I couldn't look at one.
Darling, forget it.
Come on, let's go out.
Where is all this getting us?
Out night after night.
- We can't go on having a wonderful time.
- What do you want?
What do you want? I wouldn't know!
I ask about your plans,
and you make a joke about the atom bomb.
I only asked because I want to know.
I must know.
I don't know if you're spending it all
or if money doesn't mean a thing.
At first, I didn't worry, but...
now I can't even sleep.
You're going to have a baby,
aren't you?
Yes.
Why have you tried
to make it a top secret?
- Bill, I've been nearly out of my mind.
- We're getting married.
Aren't we?
Well... aren't we?
Oh!
Getting married without even telling
your father and mother.
It'll be a blow to them, I can tell you.
Can't you wait a little longer?
Are you sure you're not being
swept off your feet by an older man?
What does he do?
Where does he get his money from?
Does he know you haven't got any now?
You could be married properly in a church,
with all your family and friends
who love you.
It ought to be
the best day in a girl's life.
One she never forgets.
- Mr. Fowler and Mrs. Smith?
- That's right.
We're ready for you,
if you'll step this way.
Cheer up, darling. Soon be over.
I know how you're feeling.
Wasn't my idea of a wedding either.
- It's all right. It's only that...
- I know. Tell you what.
We'll throw a big party later on,
invite everyone.
Excuse me.
Would you care to be good Samaritans?
There's been a misunderstanding
with the couple preceding you.
- Would you be witnesses?
- Sure. Why not?
Come on, darling.
- Almost like a double wedding.
- Yes.
Oh.
This lady and gentleman
have kindly offered themselves.
- I hope it's not too much trouble.
- Not a bit.
The bride's witness,
Wing Commander Glennon, is it?
- Yes.
- On the bride's left.
And the groom's witness, Miss Murray,
on the groom's right.
That's it.
This place in which you are now met
has been duly sanctioned according to law
for the celebration of marriages.
Before you are joined in matrimony,
it is my duty to remind you
of the solemn and binding character
of the vows you are about to take.
Marriage,
according to the law of the country,
is a union of one man with one woman,
voluntarily entered into for life...
- What'll you have, darling?
- Bill Glennon.
- George!
- What do you know?
I thought you were
still on that junket in Paris.
Did that racket you were running
get too hot?
You haven't met my wife. George Cummings.
Well, well, well...
- Congratulations.
- Thank you.
I say, I talk the most awful tommyrot.
Ask Bill.
I really do congratulate you.
He's a good type, your husband.
- Darn good type.
- Yes.
- Well, I'll be seeing you, old man.
- Fine.
What did he mean
about your running a racket?
If you must know, darling,
I was a smuggler.
- A gin and tonic and a large Scotch.
- A gin and tonic and a large Scotch, sir.
- Smuggling what?
- Gold. Currency.
Pounds, shillings and pence.
- Did you have to?
- To live, you have to have money.
If your trade is shooting airplanes,
you have to make it as best you can.
Don't worry, I'm going to get down
to a real job of work now.
Helicopters, the missing link
in modern transport.
- I've got an idea for forming a company.
- Bill, thank goodness.
- Six shillings, sir, please.
- Oh, darling, I forgot.
Your wedding present.
- And I've got nothing for you.
- That's all right.
We'll go back to the hotel and change,
then we'll celebrate.
Thank you, sir.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
What if I had never found you again?
Oh, Bill.
Bill, tell me about the job.
- What, now?
- Yes, I want to know.
All right.
I've been talking to Barnaby,
the bloke who wants me
to run the helicopter service.
I can get in on the ground floor.
He's offered me a share
of the profits as well as my salary.
It sounds wonderful.
It is wonderful.
There's only one slight snag.
What?
He wants me to put in 5,000 pounds.
- Five thousand pounds?
- Mm.
- Still, we can raise it, can't we?
- Well, I can't, if that's what you mean.
Oh, I...
I didn't necessarily mean you.
Perhaps your father
might think it quite a good bet.
My father?
Well, he'd get interest of course,
and dividends.
It's really only a loan.
He's not exactly a poor man, is he?
I mean, that house of yours,
all those parties
he threw for us during the war.
He's always helped you.
He furnished your studio...
My furniture came from home
when he sold the house.
Daddy could never find 5,000 pounds.
Or anything like it.
He's had a dreadful time since the war.
That's why we had to sell the house.
Oh.
Bill, I know you're disappointed,
but there must be something
that doesn't need all that money?
If you could do what you did in the war,
you'd be all right for anything.
I don't care how hard up we are, Bill.
I love you.
There must be
lots of jobs for someone like you.
Sure there are.
Not so good perhaps, but good.
Everything will be all right,
I promise you.
Do you know, darling?
In all this long and dreary conversation,
I forgot to mention
the one thing that really matters.
What's that?
I love you, Judy.
Bill!
Bill!
Mrs. Glennon?
- Yes.
- The gentleman told me to bring these up.
Thank you very much.
Darling,
I feel awful about this.
I took the money and the other things
because I'm flat broke.
I thought this way you'd know for certain
that I wasn't coming back.
You wouldn't go on thinking
something might have happened to me.
Then, just now, I felt I couldn't go
without writing this to tell you
I'm not made
for the sort of things you want me to do.
It's not me. I wish it were.
I have to have money and I can't help it.
We could have been so happy.
Terribly happy.
THE GOLDEN CAGE
Hello, Sam.
The usual.
- Double Scotch.
- Bien.
And now, the one
you've been waiting for,
Marie Jouvet.
It's Bill.
The night is ours
Our first and best
Come to my heart
Come to your rest
The night is ours
I love you so
Soft are your lips
Murmuring low
The dream is ours
Beyond compare
Tender and warm
Lovely to share
The hours may pass
And we may kiss
Never an hour
Sweeter than this
Hello, sweetheart.
Bill, you've come home.
- C'est merveilleux!
- Yeah.
You don't know how we've missed you.
You look well.
You lived well in England?
- I want to talk to you.
- Good.
And I'd like to talk to you. Very much.
- When, now?
- After theattraction. Upstairs.
We can talk better there. Hmm?
You wait for me?
Okay.
The night is ours
And then goodbye
Oh, hold me fast
Say that you'll love
Say it will last
Our love must die
Lover, goodbye
Lover, goodbye
A nice, clean boy again.
- Where's the money?
- In London.
So you had a good time
in London, spending it?
Listen, Marie. Someone got wise to it.
The police were after me.
I was being watched.
If I'd come back when we planned
or with pounds, I'd have been caught.
So it took all this time to find
enough courage to come back... with nothing.
Okay. If you want to think that, go ahead.
Enjoy yourself.
You spent all my money
and yourpoule found you out.
I didn't want to come back to this racket.
Where do you think it'll get me,
except in jail? But I had to.
I had to come back to you.
I'll get dressed now. The sooner I'm in
London, the sooner you'll get your money.
I bought this for you.
Might as well have something for the money
you think I spent on another woman.
Where do you think
you'll sleep tonight? In thebois?
Don't be a fool!
What's all this in aid of?
What can I do? I love you.
It's stronger than me.
Bill...
- I have an appointment with Dr. Kearn.
- Will you step this way, madam?
Hello, Judy.
Come and sit down.
Well, what do you think of it?
I can even afford champagne now.
What's the trouble?
You see,
there's no one else I could go to.
I didn't know what to do.
It isn't because I want to take advantage.
Forget all that.
If I can help you, I will.
What is it?
I'm going to have a baby.
Alan, I can't go through with it.
I just can't.
I'm not well.
We'd better start at the beginning.
Judith Murray.
I married him.
Judith Glennon.
Please, you've got to help me.
Why are you in this state? What is it?
Judy, I've got to know.
The morning after we were married,
he left me.
I haven't seen him since.
I know now that having a baby
and getting married
was all part of something
which didn't come off.
I shall never see him again.
Judy,
I'll help you in every way I can.
But I won't do
what you came here to ask me.
- What can I do for you?
- Three old-fashioneds.
- With English Scotch, not hooch.
- And Irish ice?
You won't be long?
- Maybe half an hour.
- I'll wait for you here.
- I can't leave you here alone.
Father, I'm a big girl.
I don't want to argue.
- Bill.
- Yes?
I'm going to trust you with my daughter.
Sorry, my French is awful.
- Oh.
See that my daughter
has everything she wants.
- A pleasure.
- It's her birthday.
I'll be back in half an hour.
- See you later, dear.
- See you later, Father.
A gin fizz, not too sweet.
Sure, handmade and extra special.
And it's on me.
Come to your rest
The night is ours
I love you so
- Too bad about your birthday.
- He's only gone to the Treasury.
They found him out? What's his racket?
- He's a banker.
- A banker?
Very nice.
Never an hour sweeter than this
And now, Victor will sing
something you can dance to.
That'll be 1,200 francs.
Wanna pay in dollars?
In paper.
For a Frenchman,
you don't talk too bad English.
- For Americans, you don't either.
- Okay, limey. Keep the change.
I need someone
to take diamonds to Tangier.
Then fly to New York.
With dollars.
We could send the Englishman.
No.
I'm sorry.
Afraid of letting him out of your sight?
That won't keep him.
No?
You're making a fool of yourself
over this man.
Yes, that's what I keep on telling myself,
almost as often as you do.
Get rid of him.
If you don't, you'll regret it.
We always regret our mistakes,
but we go on making them.
There was a time
when you and I were happy without regret.
It could be again...
if you recover your senses.
There was a time
when you weren't always preaching.
Didn't you come to talk about dollars?
Yes. Someone must go to New York.
I'm Polish, that's no good.
- I would send Golding, but, uh...
- But what?
They refused his entry permit.
Would they know him?
They have his name.
It was written in his passport.
Then you need another passport.
Yes, but an English passport.
Golding is English.
Wait.
Bill!
So you want me to buy his passport?
To keep him here.
What is it?
You want to make some money?
- This doesn't smell so good.
- Money always smells good.
What is it this time?
Diamonds, dollars, gold?
No.
- You've only to lend your passport.
- Hmm?
- My passport?
- Only for a few weeks.
A friend of mine must fly to New York.
He needs a little, uh... holiday.
- How much?
- Fifty thousand francs.
Find a real mug.
- You must pay more.
- What do you mean, more?
If you want my name, pay for it.
I'm rather fond of Bill Glennon.
It's a question of taste. 60,000.
- Better.
- I'll take 100.
You want to thieve me?
- A theft to be proud of.
- Settle it between you.
Okay.
Give me the passport.
Thanks.
A hundred thousand francs
to keep him in France.
You're more than a fool. You're crazy.
You will lose him just the same.
You will lose him in Paris.
You'll see.
You will never understand.
He's stolen from me, betrayed me.
When I hear his voice,
when he touches me...
Without him, there is nothing.
Have a drink. Sam, gin fizz and a Scotch.
Do bankers ever loan
their daughters out without security?
Sometimes, their daughters just go out.
How about you? What about tomorrow? Lunch?
Well...
Why not?
Young scamp.
Keeping us up all night.
- How's his mother?
- She slept very well.
- Good. I'll look in to see her later.
- Very well, Doctor.
Thank you.
I'm glad it was you, Father.
It was a difficult birth.
Some of us old-fashioned GPs aren't so bad
at old-fashioned jobs like this.
I don't suppose
it'd cut much ice in Mayfair.
- No, and I don't think I do.
- Oh?
- Father, you look absolutely whacked.
- Oh, I'm all right.
Well, if ever you feel
like taking things a bit easier...
What do you mean?
I mean, uh...
I'll take over from you, for good.
You'd better see Judy.
Then we might have a bite of food.
Yes, fine.
One of the best-looking boys
I ever set eyes on, darling.
For his age. Just like Winston Churchill.
Just a little bit like me, too?
- Do you think?
- Well, he's got your ears.
Is that all?
Alan... he is like Bill.
Judy,
he's out of our lives forever.
How much?
- 170.
One hundred and seventy francs.
Merci.
I'm in love.
You don't know him.
Yes, I do.
I forbid you to contact Bill.
See you later, Father.
LADIES' HAIRDRESSER
Darling,
you realize if you do marry me
there's lots of things
that you won't get anymore.
I don't care.
All right.
We'll leave Paris. We'll go away.
- Bill.
- Listen.
After your father
has left home in the morning,
pack your things and meet me at our caf
on the Place de la Madeleine.
Bring as much money as you can.
We'll leave Paris
and then we'll get married.
Well, won't we?
Oh, Bill.
What you heard about me is,
on the whole, true.
Uh, broadly speaking.
And you can add to that
something you weren't told.
I'm already married.
If you'd been this frank with my daughter,
there would have been no misunderstanding.
I'm not so sure.
She's in love with me, you know.
In fact, she's already left home.
She is waiting for me now.
Oh.
I see.
I must admit, I find
the whole thing rather... embarrassing.
Then what do you suggest?
Well, I could...
leave Paris.
Without my daughter?
Yes, I've the chance
of a job in South America.
A new company. Helicopters.
Helicopters?
Good. Good. This is enterprise, adventure.
There's only one slight snag.
I'd have to buy a partnership.
I'd need, uh...
10,000 pounds.
Ten million francs?
It's a lot of money.
- Do you love my daughter as much as that?
- Don't you?
Well, I suppose
it is a reasonable proposal.
In fact, it's generous.
But I'm a businessman
and I like to do things correctly.
- You won't regret it.
- Not another word.
It's a pleasure, I assure you.
Mr. Perier,
write out the terms
of this gentleman's proposal in detail.
Now, will you please dictate
to my clerk everything you've told me,
sparing yourself nothing?
Finally, will you repeat your suggestion
to compensate you
for the loss of my daughter?
I think you said 10,000 pounds.
After that, if you will sign it,
we'll both take it along to the police.
You're not going? It sounds wonderful.
The police will agree.
It's a unique opportunity
of making money very quickly.
Call the Chief of Police.
Cognac, please.
- A cognac?
The best in the house. It's famous.
- Sixty francs, sir.
- Sixty francs.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
Taxi!
He is no good to you.
He's always with that girl.
Everything he tells you is a lie.
You won't face the truth.
He'll get tired of her.
I can wait. It isn't the first time.
He's no good for you.
I tell you again and again
until I'm sick of hearing myself.
And I'm sick of hearing you say it!
Stop!
What should I do?
Come away from Paris.
Forget him.
But I don't want to forget him.
There's nothing
you can tell me about him I don't know.
But he's still in Paris.
He's still with me.
That's all that matters.
I want my passport.
We all know it's at the bottom of the sea.
I want a passport, or the money now.
- A British passport's expensive.
- I wouldn't know.
Cut that out. I'm in a hurry.
500,000 francs or I go to the police.
What have you done?
Why do you need this money?
I like to travel in comfort.
And I'm going a long way.
No, don't give him that!
That's your photograph,
isn't it, Mr. Golding?
If you're found, you'll be in trouble.
- It's no good to you.
- It's good enough.
Bill!
What have you done?
You can't leave. You know I love you.
I beg you!
You can't go like this!
- No?
Goodbye, sweetheart.
Bill!
- If this passport's no good, I'll be back.
- You won't come back.
It's been done before.
Noel, Noel Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel
Oh!
Darling, you shouldn't be so ambitious.
How many children
are coming to this wonderful party?
Eighteen.
Well, we've got 18 wonderful balloons.
- We'd better have a few more, for luck.
- Well...
- What's the matter with this light?
- Oh, a loose connection.
Soon fix that.
Here, hold this.
- Do be careful. They'll be here soon.
- It's child's play.
It's marvelous
what you can do with a nail file.
Now you've done it.
What happened?
Oh, they must have got the wiring wrong.
- It's supposed to be in series.
- Of course. How stupid of them.
Hmm?
Judy.
Darling.
Any regrets?
None.
No champagne in Battersea.
None of the old merry-go-round
you used to have.
I hated it as much as you did.
Did you?
You said once you loved it,
you were having a wonderful time.
Bill's ghost again.
Why do you have to remind me?
You are the only one
who ever thinks of him now.
Yes, I'm sorry.
I can't blame you.
Heavens! They'll be here
before we know where we are.
- You promised to get the Heathcoate boys.
- I'll be off.
- What about the lights?
- I'll fix it while they have tea.
- Oughtn't I ring up an electrician?
- Certainly not.
- And mind you're ready in time.
- All right.
I don't want to have to cope
with 18 screaming brats on my own.
Bye.
Oh, Waddy!
Did you remember about those crackers?
Don't start to fuss.
Nothing's been forgotten.
I've forgotten Nicky.
Heavens, look at your face.
I'll catch it for this.
And just what have you two been up to?
Oh, Nicky. You and your grandpa.
You can't be left alone for two seconds.
I don't like to discourage him.
He was writing a letter toThe Times.
Weren't you, Nicholas?
Heavens, they're here
and I haven't turned out the jellies yet.
- And just look at you! Come on.
- Don't forget I want a jelly with my tea.
And ask Waddy if she thinks Highlander
can carry a penalty of ten pounds
over three miles tomorrow.
You and Waddy
will have us all in the workhouse.
- Try and cope Waddy, will you?
- All right!
Hello, Waddy.
Yes, it's me.
Bill Glennon.
Hello, Judy.
Run back to Grandpa, there's a good boy.
All right, Waddy.
You're looking marvelous.
What do you want?
Don't you think it's a bit,
uh, public out here?
Oh, a party.
I'm sorry.
Why are you here?
I couldn't go on indefinitely
letting you think I departed this life.
You know, don't you, that I married Alan?
Yes.
Didn't wait long, did you?
- It's made things complicated.
- What are you going to do about it?
That was the idea of coming to see you.
We might all get together
and try to tidy things up.
After all,
we can't both be married to you.
Keep Alan out of this!
- It's nothing to do with him.
- Isn't it?
I think he'd kill you if he knew.
I've barged in at the wrong moment.
You're not in the right frame of mind.
What about tomorrow,
when you've both got used to the idea?
Anything.
But you can't drag Alan into this.
Don't be silly.
How can we keep him out of it?
He'll be back at any moment.
Will you go now?
All right. I'll ring you tomorrow.
Oh. How's the boy? What did you call him?
Nicholas. And this is his first party.
Pity I can't be there.
I hate to miss a good party.
Don't let us have a hate, Judy.
People can't feel the way we did
and write it off completely.
Please, will you go?
See you tomorrow.
Will Nicky be here
with the other boys, Daddy?
I know Nicky too.
Stick 'em up!
They tell me
you've been very, very cruel to Miss Judy.
I'm the hangman!
And they tell me, Judy,
that Punch has been a very naughty boy.
He'll have to put
his head in there, like this.
And then I will pull the rope, like that!
It's all right, darling.
You fainted. You've been doing too much.
Is anything worrying you?
I'm all right.
You sure?
Go down and see to things,
darling, will you?
Look after her, Waddy.
- Waddy, how did it happen?
- You haven't told Alan.
Why, Judy?
- Alan mustn't know, not yet.
- But he's got to know.
For his sake, if we can
keep him out of it, we've got to.
How can you?
I don't know,
but promise me you won't tell anyone
until I've found out why he's here.
Dear, I don't know. I'm sure...
Can't you see?
I treated Alan so dreadfully before.
If there is anything I can do now,
I've got to do it.
At least you must let me try.
- Well, if you say...
- Please, Waddy.
All right, Judy.
There we are. Hold that, will you?
- Is the doctor all right?
- I'm fine, thanks.
I can see that. I mean your father.
Oh.
He's not too bad. Hold those.
Why don't you pop up to the house one day?
He likes to see his old friends.
- He knew a thing or two.
- Yes.
- It's a rum thing.
- What?
You can't beat the old ones.
No, you can't, can you?
There you are. Should be all right now.
We'll see.
Uh, see you after Christmas.
Send the next customer in, please.
- Remember me kindly to the doctor.
- I will.
- We miss him, you know?
- I know you do.
Hello, Kearn.
Even I couldn't dodge that queue of yours.
Why are you looking like that?
Weren't you expecting me?
Didn't Judy tell you?
No.
That's very naughty of her.
- When did you see her?
- As soon as I got back to London.
Looking marvelous, isn't she?
Before we go any further,
I'd better talk to her.
Oh, I shouldn't, old man.
She's worried stiff about you.
I don't think she's forgotten you had
something like this to go through before.
Perhaps you and I might be able
to sort this out between us.
Sort what out?
Oh, please.
Who is married to who? And, uh... Nicholas.
The police should be quite a help, too.
The police?
They might like to know
why you were reported killed.
I wish they'd tell me
who borrowed my passport.
Still, that's not going to help us.
I spent a long time working to come back
to Judy and Nicholas with a clean slate.
It's pretty tough.
I'm still in love with her.
And I want her back.
And Nicholas.
After all, I'm still her husband.
- She'll divorce you.
- That wasn't the impression she gave me.
Judy and I have a thing for each other
that takes some breaking.
We always had.
You should know that.
We could never quite
get it out of our systems.
What are you after, money?
Oh, is that your idea?
I hadn't thought of that.
It's a bit sudden,
but... if it's the only way out
and you insist...
It's gonna be awfully expensive.
Think what you're getting
and I'm giving up.
It wasn't my idea.
I only asked if it was yours.
I'm going to phone my solicitor
and then I'm going to the police.
That's my idea of settling this.
I should have a word with Judy.
See how she feels.
Until you do,
I don't think we'll get anything solved.
She knows
where she can get in touch with me.
Anytime.
She's been there.
I'll be seeing you.
- Doctor, it's Millie's leg.
- Please, give me a minute.
It's a terrible cut
and it's bleeding badly.
All right. Let me look at it.
Yes?
Hello, sweetheart. It's me.
I've been waiting.
You haven't told Alan yet, have you?
Bill, we can arrange a divorce.
Anything you want.
I'll tell Alan after you've gone.
Aren't you banking
on the idea that I want a divorce?
You'd better come and see me now.
Then it's blackmail.
Don't be silly.
A husband can't blackmail his own wife.
Is that you, Judy?
Yes.
Be a good girl and get me my tobacco.
It's in the drawer by the window.
Yes, all right.
Judy.
Thank you.
Judy, I know I'm a ruddy old nuisance
lying about up here,
but if ever you wanted any help,
if ever you wanted
to get something off your chest,
it's safe enough with me.
I know.
But really, there's nothing.
Nothing at all.
Darling.
Get me a handkerchief
before you go, will you?
I've got to go out now.
Waddy will get you your tea.
- I wouldn't mind another of those jellies.
- All right.
And I hope Waddy didn't forget
to ring up about my investment.
I want it each way.
I'll tell her.
Yes?
Waddy, I want to speak to Judy.
She's just gone out.
- Try to get her back, I must speak to her.
- I'll try.
Judy!
Judy!
I shouted, but she's gone.
The fog is awful.
Waddy, where has she gone?
I don't know.
The minute she gets back, ask her
to phone me. I'll be waiting here.
All right. Goodbye.
Hello, Mrs. G. Didn't take you long.
I was going to make a cuppa.
Or would you rather have a drink?
- Oh, come on, Judy. Relax.
- What do you want to talk about?
You know, I never wanted to do this,
but we're all in a mess now.
I want you. Alan wants you. Nicholas.
What a shambles.
Go on.
Just wondering
if there weren't some way out.
Such as?
Well, if it means so much to you and Alan,
I could, uh, step out of it.
Go to South America or somewhere.
No one need know
you're married to the phony.
The point is,
what are you two going to do for me?
It is blackmail.
No, no.
It's asking you to do something in return
for what I'll do for you.
If yopu won't play ball
and there is a showdown,
everything will come out for airing.
- How much do you want?
- How much can you let me have?
Two hundred and sixty-five pounds.
I didn't have in mind
to go to Rio to queue for the dole.
I can give you 265 pounds. That's all.
You don't place much value
on this second romance of yours, do you?
You'd be afraid if you knew how much I do.
And what about Alan?
Two hundred and sixty-five pounds.
Is that all you're worth to him?
- We'd better ask him.
- No. Alan mustn't be brought into this.
What would he say
if he knew you were meeting me here?
He'd begin to wonder
why you hadn't told him I'm home.
Why didn't you tell him?
It's so silly of you.
Anyhow, we won't get much further
without him. He's the banker.
No! You can't do that! You can't!
Bill, please!
Is that you, Kearn? Glennon speaking.
I have our wife here.
14 Cadogan Mews.
Quite like old times.
We were just going to have a drink.
- Why don't you come up and join the party?
- Stop it, Bill!
Sorry, Judy's a bit upset.
- She's not there. I don't believe you.
- Well, come and see.
It's up to him now.
We really can relax.
Put that away.
- What good will it do you?
- I'm not thinking of myself.
I'm thinking of Alan and Nicky.
You say you're thinking of Nicky?
Think of him.
Think of him now.
How would you like to have a mother
who killed your own father?
What about Alan?
How's he gonna feel the rest of his life?
He wouldn't want
my son to remind him of both of us.
Or don't you care?
Judy!
Oh, Alan! Don't go there! You mustn't!
- What are you saying?
- Alan, take me home.
- Is it all on again with you and him?
- No.
He's been seeing you,
and you haven't told me.
Alan, don't!
I've got to know now from him.
Alan!
Alan!
Alan!
- What is it?
- These gentlemen...
- Mrs. Kearn?
- Yes?
I'm Detective Inspector Grey
from General Road Police Station.
This is Sergeant Adams.
Police?
May we come in?
Yes, of course.
Put the lights on, Waddy.
It's, uh...
It's about your husband.
- What's happened to him? Where is he?
- At the station. He's made a statement.
A statement?
A man's been shot. William Glennon.
But... Alan didn't shoot him.
He says he did.
No.
- You knew William Glennon, didn't you?
- Yes.
- You were married to him.
- Yes.
Yes.
But Alan didn't shoot him.
He was found there, with the pistol.
- But I took the pistol there.
- You?
Yes, I want to tell you
exactly what happened.
Suppose you do that.
I took the pistol and went to see him.
My husband didn't know.
He didn't even know Bill was alive.
Go on.
And then there was a terrible scene.
I lost my head... pulled the trigger.
Several times. I don't know how many.
I hardly knew what I was doing.
Yes?
Then I dropped the pistol,
ran down the stairs and into the street.
Only one thing, Mrs. Kearn.
Your husband says
he took the pistol to Glennon's place.
But I took it!
- I can prove it.
- Really?
The pistol's kept in a gray suede cover,
in a drawer in my father-in-law's room.
I got it from there,
took it out of its cover
and then hid the cover.
I'm the only one
who knows where that cover is now.
You'd better show us.
I want you to be careful
that you're sure about what you're saying.
You know this involves a charge of murder.
My father-in-law's not very well.
Is there any way that we can...
Did your father-in-law see
you take the pistol?
No.
All right. I'll do my best.
- Thank you.
- Wait here, Adams.
What is it, Judy?
It's all right, Father.
Just an inquiry
about your firearms license, sir.
Heavens, I believe I forgot to renew it.
If I could just see
where the weapon is normally kept.
- What's that to do with the license?
- Just checking, sir.
Judy, show him, will you?
It's over there, in the chest.
It's kept in here. In a gray, suede cover.
All right.
Where's the cover?
And the license, Mrs. Kearn?
I put it in here somewhere.
In this drawer.
It doesn't seem to be there, Mrs. Kearn.
Why not try the desk?
Yes.
All this fuss about a simple license.
The blasted government.
Coming into my bedroom,
poking about in my drawers.
Regular Gestapo.
Judy, come and see if you can knock
some sense into this damn thing.
It's full of nothing
but crooners and comics.
Comics!
There you are, Father.
Thank you, sir. Sorry to disturb you.
In view of what you've told us,
Mrs. Kearn,
I must ask you to come to the station.
Of course.
If there are any domestic arrangements
you'd like to make,
we will wait.
Thank you.
I would just like
to say goodnight to my son.
You said in your statement
the pistol was in a cover.
What did you do with the cover?
Well, what did you do with it?
Did you, uh...
get rid of it?
Yes. I wanted to have the pistol ready.
What did you do with it?
I threw it out of the car window.
I don't know where because of the fog.
Is this it?
It was found in a drawer at your house.
Your wife gave it to us.
And another thing.
The constable said
he heard you break into Glennon's place.
But he didn't hear a shot.
We've got your wife here, Dr. Kearn.
She's told us her story.
I know you've said what you have
to cover her.
But I'm sorry, it just won't do.
It's really no use.
May I see her?
I'm afraid not.
- Will you tell her something?
- Yes?
Will you say
that all those things I said to her
I realize now were not true,
and that they've never been true?
But I know that now.
And always will.
And will you say that I am sorry?
Yes.
If I were you, I should go home now.
There'll be things
to be taken care of there.
Yes.
- When can I see her?
- As soon as possible.
Thank you.
Ask Mrs. Kearn to come in.
Come in, please. Sit down.
You know, Mrs. Kearn,
you were right about your husband.
You don't believe he did it?
No.
He didn't shoot him.
Now, Mrs. Kearn, please,
exactly what happened?
I had the pistol in my hand
and I was going to shoot him.
There was nothing else
in my mind but that.
Then, quite suddenly,
I was conscious of the kettle.
It started to boil.
I could see the steam jetting out,
and my head began to swim.
He said, "What about Alan?
How's he going to feel
for the rest of his life?"
Then he smiled.
And my head went clear again.
Because I was angry.
I remember thinking,
"That's the last bit of charm
he'd try on me or anyone else."
I was going to press the trigger.
Then I heard him say,
"What are you going to tell Nicky?"
"What are you going to say
when he asks why you killed his father?"
And my head began to swim again.
And I knew that my hands were trembling
and he could see they were.
I went on standing there,
thinking about Nicky...
and how he looked a little bit like Bill.
Suddenly, I was very frightened
of what I'd nearly done.
I dropped the pistol, ran out of the room,
down the stairs, and into the street.
You're now saying you didn't kill Glennon?
Yes.
Is this yours, Mrs. Kearn?
It was found
on the floor of Glennon's flat.
- Yes, but...
- But what, Mrs. Kearn?
It is yours?
He gave it to me on our wedding day.
It was one of the things
he took when he left.
He disappeared
and later on I thought he was dead.
Yes. We know all that.
We thought Glennon was dead too
until the French police
resurrected him yesterday.
We'd closed his file.
His file?
Yes, we knew a lot
about him and his currency dealings
and the people
he associated with in Paris.
His last job over there
was also attempted blackmail.
Between you, you and your husband
have put us back about 12 hours.
And that's a long time.
You know, Mrs. Kearn, there's one thing
that makes us really cross.
That's when people
try to make us look silly.
We don't much like false statements.
Your husband lied about the pistol.
You lied about the shooting.
You said you pulled the trigger.
You didn't know how many times.
But only one bullet was fired.
If we were all as simple
as you tried to make us look,
you might've talked yourselves
into something there was no way out of.
Would you please mind
waiting in the other room again?
Get me Passport Control, Dover.
Oh, excuse me.
Do you mind
if we have the window open a little?
Allow me.
Not too much for you?
Thank you so much.
Come back to you?
Sweetheart, I'm sorry.
My wife's just been to see me.
You don't know her, do you?
That's her wristwatch you're wearing.
The curious thing is,
in my own peculiar way,
I think I'm still in love with her.
She had everything
I ever really wanted except money.
You had nothing but money.
A cage of gold.
Yes?
I see.
Did she speak?
I see.
Alan.
The night is ours