Yellow Canary

CHURCH BELLS RING

CLOCK STRIKES NINE

I'm afraid the judge decided against it. What have you been doing? Busy day?

I was in the British Museum - textual criticism, Shakespeare.

Bacon. Bacon, my foot!

Dr Johnson said that if Bacon didn't write Shakespeare, he missed a great opportunity.

My dear chap, could Bacon have written, "Be not afeard, the isle is full of noises,

"Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not, sometimes a thousand twangling instruments..."?

LOUD EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE

Ack-ack over the estuary. King Three, ack-ack over the estuary. All right, Centre.

Raid coming in from the southeast.

Later than usual.

Somebody's signalling.

Better give them the plot.

Direction 41 on Sound Circle.

Somebody's signalling. Direction 41 on Sound Circle.

AIR RAID SIRENS WAIL

Cockspur and Lower Regent Street? Right!

Inspector Scott, Observer Call Centre reports signalling top floor, office building,

Cockspur and Lower Regent Street locality. Get busy!

SIRENS WAIL

AIRCRAFT ENGINES ROAR

Buckingham Palast!

BELL RINGS

KNOCK ON DOOR

Hello, Skipper! Something here.

Dead as mutton.

< Looks like a suicide job.

Torch.

.38 Webley revolver.

One round fired.

"Oscar Burrell."

LAUGHTER

Don't tell us you'll think of it on the way home!

This is the tale of Queenie Feather, fire watch in all sorts of weather!

But being rather scared of bombs, she made herself some tin-lined coms

Soppy thing! So went on duty unafraid, tin hat, tin coms, bucket and spade!

One night on hearing the alert, she filled her bucket up with dirt

Then scudded up the attic stairs to stand among the falling flares

Well, just as she was feeling tired, an anti-aircraft gun was fired

And as the shell went whizzing past, the tin coms couldn't stand the blast

And though poor Queenie tried to duck it, she fell head first in her bucket!

Aren't I common?

So holding her...courage in her hand,

she stood like an ostrich in the sand

The shell which bent Queenie double landed a Jerry plane in trouble

As the pilot shouted, "Here I come!" it landed on poor Queenie's back

The tin coms acted like a skewer and Hitler's air force was one fewer

Now like a soldier of the line our Queenie is a heroine

The George Medal awarded, the Mayor to give it, and for the coms, a golden rivet!

WHISTLES AND APPLAUSE

-I'd almost given you up.

-Would you rather I went home?

-No, but it's hard to keep a table.

I say, look who's blown in!

< Sally from Unter den Linden!

She has the nerve to come here! Not so loud.

I thought you promised to ship her out to Canada. When?

That's a question you don't ask. Why can she leave the country?

Put her into Brixton Jail with all the other 18Bs!

Ladies and gentlemen, you've all heard me recite Dreaming Of Thee.

I'll now give you the latest version which I've dedicated to a young lady whose name for the moment escapes me.

Dreaming of thee, dreaming of thee

Dreaming of her Fuhrer love she be

She went to see old Hitler down the famous Wilhelmstrass'

He rose to greet her, then sat down, then jumped up, what a farce!

He'd sat down on his Iron Cross which, structurally, being brass...

Now she's dreaming of her darling love, of him.

APPLAUSE

Was her journey really necessary?

Sally, do you think you're wise in staying?

I came for a good reason. I won't be driven out by a few cheap jibes that amuse halfwits!

I hope that I'm the good reason, not the halfwit.

Let's dance.

-Why not ditch them and have a real birthday party?

-Jimmy, it's not your birthday.

-Won't matter. Come on.

All right. It's a date.

-Sir, Colonel Hargreaves wishes to have a word with you.

-Colonel Hargreaves?

-He's at that table.

-George, will you have the waiter send up another bottle?

-With pleasure.

-Be back in a flash!

Here he comes.

-Hello, Colonel. Mrs Hargreaves.

-Congratulations, Jimmy. I suppose one mustn't ask what it's for.

-No.

-You wanted to see me, Colonel?

-Yes. Excuse me, my dear.

I've been searching for you all day.

-I've been doing some celebrating.

-I've got an important job for you.

-You're leaving for Canada tomorrow night.

-Tomorrow night?

-I'm afraid so.

I should have stopped her from coming in, but her friend had already booked a table and he's a very good client.

George, it wasn't your fault. Thank you very much.

Her father an Admiral, her mother in the Red Cross, her brother and sister in the Navy!

Something's fishy. She's trying to draw attention to herself.

LOUD EXPLOSION

-Do you want to go down to the shelter?

-Do you?

-No.

I'm quite happy where I am.

-No-one's to have an inkling of what you're doing.

-I understand.

You must keep her under close observation. It needs initiative and courage. You're the man for the job.

-Thank you, Colonel.

-There she is. Take a good look at her.

I had a good look at her. Everybody has!

What time did I arrive here?

It was pretty late. I wondered what had happened to you.

I had an appointment. It kept me later than I expected.

Oscar Burrell. Couldn't be suicide if he was signalling.

-The report reached here at 9.04.

-PHONE RINGS

-You were at the location...?

-9.09.

-Rigor mortis had set in. There must be someone else in this.

-They hit Buckingham Palace.

-Were Their Majesties...?

-In the country.

-Thank God for that!

Bad news? The news is all bad.

And will be for months until it gets better.

Another bit about Sally. Dragging our name through the mud! Leave it there.

A mistake. A great mistake ever letting her go to Germany. My fault.

'London in der vergangenen Nacht von der Luftwaffe angegriffen.

'Die Bevolkerung von London ist vollkommen terrorisiert.

'Alle bleiben im Luftschutzkeller... KNOCK ON DOOR

-Sir William and Her Ladyship are at breakfast, Miss Sally.

-Thank you.

'..ein wichtiges Gebaude in London erhielt einen Volltreffer.'

Sometimes I think it was my fault for ever having produced her. Betty!

-Hello, Mother!

-Darling!

-Hello, Dad.

-Good to see you.

-How long have you got? >

-48.

-Where were you?

-The other end of nowhere! Nothing to eat for ages.

-You must be starving. Have a cup of coffee.

-I'd love one.

-Miss Betty!

-Reynolds, how are you?

-In exceptional health.

-What's that? Scrambled eggs?

-Dehydrated.

-They look all right.

-They have a resemblance to scrambled eggs. May I help you?

-Thank you.

-It's grand to be home.

-One saccharin or two?

-One, please.

-Betty, what are you doing here?

-48 hours' leave. Do you mind?

-Morning, Mother.

-Morning, my dear.

-Morning, Dad.

-Eh? Oh, morning.

-Are those eggs real?

-Quite real, but not the old-fashioned sort.

-Toast and butter for me.

Margarine, Miss Sally. There you are, Miss Betty.

Plenty of butter and eggs in Canada.

-Won't that be nice?

-Betty, dear!

Sorry, Mother. This is an occasion. Sally's last breakfast before her departure to the land of plenty.

-And safety.

-Won't you be glad, all of you?

-The post, my lady. >

Thank you.

It's from Jack. He's all right.

-What does he say?

-Wait a minute, dear. Wait a minute.

Listen, everyone. He says, "Unless you're very careful, you will have a DSO in the family."

A DSO? By Gad, that's fine, that's splendid! That's pretty good.

You're not excited about your brother's decoration.

I've just got one of my own.

"A canary is a yellow bird." More humour! Exhibit A!

-You've earned it!

-Well, I've got it.

-We used to be a happy, united family.

-We're not now and what's the use of pretending we are?

Family or no family, Sally's behaving disgracefully!

-May I have some coffee?

-Yes. Oh, have another cup.

You think it's fun to be the sister of the notorious Sally Maitland?

So I'm spoiling the fun of your little game of tin sailors!

That's a rotten thing to say.

Men and women in uniform and out of uniform fighting the foulest thing that's happened in the world

-and you behave without decency or patriotism!

-You forget. I've lived in Germany.

-How can we forget?

-I know what's happening there.

-And what they're fighting for?

-Girls!

-What are YOU fighting for?

Amongst other things, freedom.

Does that include freedom of thought and speech and action?

You want everyone to think as you think. English hypocrisy!

Oh, really, Sally!

News Standard! Buckingham Palace bombed!

-Shall I keep your parents informed of your whereabouts?

-I don't think they'll be interested.

-Final blow-up, eh?

-The blow-up to end all blow-ups.

-I'm sorry, Sally.

-Don't worry, I'm not.

'The 7.35 train for Liverpool will leave from Platform 13, calling at Crewe...'

-I suppose you'll be glad to get away.

-I shan't be sorry.

-I hope you'll find things pleasanter over there.

-I expect my reputation will have preceded me.

-I'm afraid it has. Here we are. Thank you.

-Your trunk's in the van. Would you like an evening paper?

-No, thanks.

Does this train go to Liverpool? Yes. Thank you.

WHISTLE BLOWS

-Goodbye, Sally.

-Goodbye, Colonel.

-Take care of yourself.

Buckingham Palace bombed! >

News Standard! Buckingham Palace bombed! >

God bless you, Sally.

News Standard! Buckingham Palace bombed!

'We used to be a happy, united family.

'And you behave without decency or patriotism!

'English hypocrisy!'

EXPLOSION

LOUD CRASH

-Are you all right?

-I'm quite all right, thank you.

That was a near miss. Tickets, please.

EXPLOSION

Where are they?

Right over our heads. If they get any nearer, you'd better lie on the floor. All of you.

EXPLOSION

EXPLOSION

-Lie on the floor!

-Will you let me go?

-They're aiming at this train.

-Just because you're scared.

-Don't be so brave!

-LOUD EXPLOSION

-May I help?

-There don't seem to be any stewards about. I've rather a heavy bag down there.

-May I?

-If you would.

-Thank you.

To think I used to dangle her over the rail when she was a baby! Pity you didn't let her drop.

Saved her father a few headaches. And her mother a few heartaches.

-Captain Foster. You don't remember me?

-Yes, you're Sally Maitland.

-I suppose I have changed a bit.

-Yes, you have. Excuse me.

I don't think you should be seen with me. I'm not very popular.

Most real men and women of the world were unpopular.

-Quite a philosopher! If you feel like that about it, perhaps you'll bring those bags along.

-A pleasure.

2472.

Yellow Canary.

SS Carina, Liverpool today.

She's on board.

They persuaded me to make the trip and now we're in the same cabin! Disgraceful!

I'll sleep on the floor and share a cabin with two women from Balham. Good Lord!

Peters, take these three to 17. Very good, sir.

If there's any trouble, could you see that I'm in number 3 lifeboat?

You're in 7 now. All right, Commander, I'll fix that.

-Mister, please.

-Aye-aye, sir. Not now, thanks.

-Your lifeboat station's number 3, Miss. Follow the arrows.

-Thank you.

-You're lucky. Miss Cholmondley, calls herself "Chumley", she's moved out.

-That's very lucky.

She's sharing a mattress on the floor with two others. No accounting for taste!

-Captain Orlock at your service.

-Thank you, Captain.

Are you saying goodbye to your country?

Not quite. My country is saying goodbye to me.

-I'm sorry.

-How do you know I mind?

-Goodbyes are always difficult.

-The rarest thing in the world is a happy ending.

-That's the second thing you've said I'll remember.

How nice of you to remember! There's our escort.

-Hello!

-I seem to have one of my own.

-Oh, we've met before.

-I don't think so.

-On the floor. Your head was on my shoulder. Hitler makes strange bedfellows.

-What are you talking about?

-Just talking to myself.

-I hope you find it interesting.

-I do. Very.

-What is your name?

-Never mind.

-I do mind. When I lie on the floor with someone, I like to know their name.

-It's not what I do with anyone, either!

-Mr Garrick, the Captain would like a word with you.

-Right.

-Probably wants to warn you about talking to strangers. Ask him my name.

-I will!

-I don't think he'll bother me again.

-I don't think he will. Shall we walk?

-Yes, all right.

-Morning, Captain.

-Morning, Commander. I understand you want to be called Mr Garrick.

-That's right.

-Any good reason?

-Very.

-Glass of sherry?

-Sherry? Thank you.

-What takes you over to the other side?

-Well...

-I shouldn't have asked.

I don't mind your knowing. It's hush-hush. It mustn't go further.

It's a supply job for the Canadian Navy. Everything from tin hats to toothpicks.

-Nothing hush-hush about that.

-That's not the exact truth, but that's the sort of thing it is.

-I see.

-Who is that girl?

-You don't know Sally Maitland?

-Sally Maitland? She's attractive, isn't she?

-You think so? You're welcome to her.

Thanks. I'll see what I can do about it. Cheers.

Feindliche Schiffe, Kapitan. Steuerbord voraus.

"SS Carina."

Englisches Schiff, SS Carina. Steuerbord voraus.

"Carina reported by U-Boat 78.

"Latitude 54-20 north, longitude 15-1 west."

-It's certain Fraulein Maitland is aboard?

-Yes. Full steam ahead, north by northeast.

Grosse Fahrt voraus. Kurs, nord zu ost.

Tomorrow we'll lose our escort. We're on our own.

In the event of an alarm, you will assemble at your allotted boat station.

All life belts must be worn

or carried. Do not undress...

-Excuse me, Major. You've got yours on upside down.

-Have I? Doesn't make any difference.

You'll float upside down. It'll keep your feet dry.

-Are you pulling my leg?

-Me, sir?

-Yes, sir.

-No, sir.

-That's all right.

A lighted cigarette can be seen for 3/4 of a mile. An open porthole will endanger the safety of this ship.

Or any other ships in the vicinity.

All electric razors must be handed to the purser.

Why's that? They send out wavelengths. The U-Boats pick them up.

What did he say? The used blades float on the waves and the U-Boats pick them up.

Electric razors don't have blades. Who told you that?

I spoke to the Captain about you.

-What did he say?

-Not much. You have an exaggerated idea of yourself.

-You don't think much of the war.

-I don't.

-I agree. It's messed up a lot of things.

-If you don't mind, I'd rather not discuss the war.

-I agree. What shall we talk about?

-May I help you?

-No, thank you.

-Hello.

-Would you mind?

-Certainly.

Thank you.

Repeat. SS Carina reported.

Latitude...60...15...north,

longitude 20-15 west.

Lighted porthole observed by U-Boat 93.

We should sight her within 24 hours.

Is it necessary before blackout? It's stifling in here.

Sorry, Miss. Captain's orders. Somebody left a porthole open last night. On this side!

They are so refreshing. Especially Mrs Burton. Delicious caustic wit. Thank God I have a sense of humour!

And a proverbial heart of gold.

She asked if I'd sleep in her bed and she'd sleep on the floor.

Jolly good. Did you accept? Have you ever slept on the floor? Quite.

Ah, Mr Garrick! Oh, please don't get up!

CHILDREN LAUGHING

Watch this. >

One...two...three.

Where is it?

See? Did you see that?

Children, that's the end of children's hour for today. See you tomorrow at 11 o'clock.

Goodbye.

It was the worst blitz in Balham. After the bomb had burst, she was in her bed.

There was no bedroom. There wasn't even a house, but she was quite calm.

Here comes that woman.

As Mrs Burton would say, "dolled up like a tart".

-I hope she's not your friend.

-Never set eyes on her before this trip.

But you know all about her? Pro-Nazi? Fifth Columnist? Not so loud, but don't stop.

-Why are you making this dangerous journey to Canada?

-Don't you know?

I hear rumours, but I don't trust them.

Someone should warn that nice Polish Captain about her.

-He certainly hangs around.

-Probably trying to reform her.

They're so sentimental, the Poles.

-Why are you going to Canada?

-To see my mother. She's an invalid.

-I'm sorry.

-Did you ever go to Warsaw?

Hear that, Major? He's inviting her to Warsaw!

I don't think she'll go because I hear, strictly between ourselves,

that the real trouble between Hitler and Hess was...

HORN BLOWS

Do you know the real trouble between Hitler and Hess was all because...?

HORN BLOWS AGAIN

Hear that? That isn't news, buddy. Everybody on this ship knows that.

Of course it's true. I ought to know. Haven't I been doing her for nearly a week?

Yes. That's why they nearly ducked her in the pond at Hyde Park.

Don't you resent all these vile things people say about you?

What's the use?

Do you think any cause is worth it?

Don't let's talk about that.

Tell me some more about Warsaw.

What more else is there to tell?

We lost it. Yes, we lost everything.

Our cities, people, country, our children.

Suddenly, literally, out of the clouds, death, destruction, blown to pieces.

Hello! Carry on, Captain. Everything's gonna be all right.

Quiet trip so far. Yes, they said it would be. The devil sure takes care of his own.

BELL RINGS Oh-oh! There she goes!

Mummy, if the war goes on for years, shall we be Canadians?

But the war can't go on for years, darling.

Mrs Burton told me that it sometimes takes three weeks to cross.

Good Lord! To think I was born on the Queen Mary when she won the blue riband!

SNORING

Yes, it all seems very far away now - those evenings on our lovely terrace overlooking Warsaw,

my mother playing the piano. Beautiful. Even Paderewski was one of her admirers.

Then friends joining in singing folk songs, smoking, sipping Wisniowka.

It must seem very far away.

Does your mother still play?

No, she will never play again.

How sad!

There's a ship to starboard, sir.

Strange-looking craft. Maybe a Norwegian, sir.

It's a raider. And a big one.

-SS Carina on port side.

-Fire a salvo across her bows. Signal the heave-to.

Schuss vor dem Bug. Signal - beidrehen.

Sally, it would be so easy to fall in love with you.

How do you know I'd mind?

SHELLFIRE

SHOUTING

She's signalling us to heave to. Come on!

Sound the alarm. Make a dash for it!

ALARM RINGS

Miss Cholmondley, here it is. Yes, Major, here it is. I wonder how I shall behave.

There's no time to wonder about that now. Get into your life belt!

-She's changed direction and speeded up.

-Give her one round.

Mit Granaten geladen. Ein Schuss. Feuer!

-Shall we give her another?

-No. Repeat signal - heave to.

-Signal - beidrehen!

From the Third Officer, hit the midships, number two hold flooding.

Another shot and we'll be at the bottom. Signal we're heaving to.

-She's heaving to.

-Signal we'll send a boarding party.

-Signal - Prisenmannschaft kommt an Bord.

-You'd better go yourself.

Last time this happened, they took out a couple of passengers.

Maybe they'll take one back to where she belongs. Better go and meet them.

It's funny a cruiser boarding a little tub like this. Could have sunk us in five minutes.

-It must mean something.

-I suppose it must.

-Swine! Murderers of women and children!

-Wollen Sie Ihren Mund halten?

Ihr Nazis habt nur Courage, wenn ihr unbewaffnete Leute vor euch habt.

-Shut up!

-I will not shut up! I want everyone to hear and understand!

You Nazis are only happy when you have unarmed people in your power. Without arms, you are nothing!

-Halt's Maul!

-Aber euer Stern geht unter!

-Wollen Sie Ihren Mund halten!

-Und wenn er wieder aufgeht...

Strutting peacocks! Your blood pressure, Major.

I must keep it off the boil before I do something violent!

-Heil Hitler.

-What do you want?

-I want to take off one of your passengers.

-I cannot stop you.

-Send for Lieutenant-Commander Garrick.

-We have a Mr Garrick...

-Lieutenant-Commander Garrick!

Ask Mr Garrick to come on the bridge.

What's happened?

The Captain would like to see you.

-What's it mean?

-I'm afraid they're going to take you off.

-Are they?

You are carrying metals for aircraft production, 72 passengers and a crew of 54?

-Are you asking me to confirm your information?

-It has been confirmed from a reliable source.

Reliable, yes. I have women and children aboard. I want time to take to the boats before you sink me.

That is a matter for our Captain.

-< Mr Garrick!

-Lieutenant-Commander Garrick!

You are my prisoner. Gefangenen abfuhren!

-Is that all you want?

-You will signal to our ship that we are returning and await further orders.

Heil Hitler!

Lower the boats. Prepare to abandon ship.

Wouldn't it be nice to do something violent?

Heil Hitler!

-Du alte Sau!

-Please don't apologise. The pleasure is entirely mine.

Jolly good show. What did he say?

He just called me an old sow.

-Fraulein Maitland has some important work ahead.

-So it seems.

-Natural mistake to make in the blackout. A pal of mine met a girl in Piccadilly...

-Very clever!

-I suppose you have something more important to do.

-I must borrow a hat and coat.

The Fuhrer does not approve of our friends being watched.

-Except by the Gestapo.

-They'll be surprised to see you.

-Yes, very.

What does this mean? I was placed under orders, sir.

Message received, sir. Proceed. Proceed? Thank God for that! Cancel that last order.

I'm going to my cabin. Tell Garrick I want to see him.

-Sorry, but the job I'm on requires my personal services.

-He was the finest Second I've ever had.

-He was the finest Second I'VE ever had.

-What?

-He was the finest Second I've ever had.

He's got the chance he's been waiting for since the war started.

-Get it?

-I get it. Elementary, my dear Watson.

Took most of the skin off my shin, but it was worth it.

Mrs Burton, how thoughtful! After the excitement of tonight, I really need a tot. Bottoms up!

Lucky escape! It's a bleeding miracle!

It's all over now bar the shouting.

Somebody left a porthole open after blackout. Second night!

Sorry. Very absent-minded...of them.

I'll say! I was torpedoed last April. Lost everything!

Jolly bad luck. I've been torpedoed five times.

Good Lord! I don't know what my pals would say if they could see me now.

Everything from a Father Confessor to washing nappies! Revolting!

I endangered the whole ship.

No, I was wrong.

But, Sally...

I want you to understand this.

When I saw those Nazis... I got crazy.

If I could kill only one, it might ease the hate in me, hate like a pain the whole time.

-Do you understand?

-I have my way of looking at the war. You have yours. Jan, please leave it at that.

-Sally!

-When that bomb hit our house, my mother was nearly blinded. She will never walk again.

-I'm very sorry,

but war has always meant suffering.

But this war is different. We're fighting Nazis. Nazis aren't human!

They are out to destroy everything. Everything that's good.

Sally, from the first moment I saw you, I wanted to persuade you to see that.

I've failed, but I know someone who would.

-Who's that?

-My mother.

If only you would meet her.

I would like to meet your mother.

What do you know about Orlock?

Polish refugee. Crossing to see his mother. She was hurt at Warsaw. You can't help sympathising.

-The Chief tells me he let the Boche have it!

-Certainly shot his head off.

-Why that raider didn't sink us is beyond me.

-I'd like to know that too.

Good night.

Good night, Jan.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sally... I can't leave you tonight without telling you how I feel about you.

-Oh, Jan!

-I don't care about your views. All I know is I love you.

KNOCK AT DOOR

-Come in.

-I thought you might sleep more soundly if you knew the Captain...

-Jump in the ocean!

-At 20 below zero?

-You're annoying Miss Maitland!

I feel that my motive hasn't been entirely appreciated. Good night.

Shall I shut the door or leave it on the latch?

Jan, I think you'd better go.

-But, Sally...

-No, please.

-Sally...

-Please, you must go, Jan!

Good night.

I'm instructing Truscott to sell my London house. Berkeley Square?

From now on, I'm going to live. I'm moving to Balham.

Halifax.

Mighty important place, Halifax.

-Gateway to Europe.

-I imagine that comes under the category of "careless talk".

-I suppose it was rather stupid saying that.

-Particularly to me.

Somehow I never feel that way about you.

-You'd better.

-Does Poland feel that way about you?

Wouldn't you like to know, flatfoot Garrick!

Well, I would like to know what you find to talk about all the time.

I expect you would.

Does he manage to keep off the war?

-I don't propose discussing it with you.

-You certainly do make conversation rather difficult.

I don't seem to.

How long will you be staying in Canada? Two months.

How long will you be staying in Canada, Captain? Two weeks.

Have a pleasant stay. Thank you.

Au revoir, Captain! What a hero! Stout fellow!

How long will you be staying in Canada? Three months.

No more luxury liners! Only way to travel, this!

Even with the U-Boat scare.

If I can be of any service to you while you're in Halifax, don't hesitate to call on me.

Thank you. How very kind! Did you hear that, Major?

Charming. Canadian hospitality. Jolly good show. Who is he?

Just a haberdasher.

-Miss Sally Maitland.

-Yes.

-How long will you be staying in Canada?

-Indefinitely.

-Have you got a room reserved in Halifax?

The hotels are packed. I could fix it for you. I've got influence.

I can manage quite well by myself.

Queer cargo they're sending us these days!

-How long will you be staying in Canada?

-Indefinitely.

-Weren't you rude to Miss Maitland?

-This is a free country. We can say what we please.

-So I see.

You have a room for Miss Maitland?

No, I can see no reservation in the name of Maitland.

It was booked before I left England.

We have a long waiting list and the guests are sleeping in the corridors.

One moment, Miss. I think you'd better call Miss Stander.

Miss Stander, there's a Miss Maitland here. She said she made reservations.

-Miss Sally Maitland?

-Yes.

-Yes.

Her room is 73. I will take care of her myself.

Your reservation had been made. Miss Stander will show you to your room. Fill in this form, please.

Sally Maitland est arrivee.

Je vais m'en occuper personellement.

Bien. Bien sur.

I have a room reserved. Joan Ward. Oh, yes.

How long will you be staying? Just overnight.

-Miss Sally Maitland?

-Yes.

-I'm sorry there was a mistake about your reservation.

Number 73. Have Miss Maitland's luggage taken up to her room.

-I will take you.

-Thank you.

-You're very busy.

-Yes, we're very busy.

-Are these all occupied?

-Yes, they are all occupied.

Marie, is Number 73 ready for Miss Maitland? Quite ready, mademoiselle.

Your room faces the sea which makes a blackout necessary. You will be very careful about it.

-Of course.

-It is the responsibility of the guests. The penalties are very severe.

-I understand.

Would you like me to unpack your bags?

-Thank you, no. I'll do them myself.

-Very well, madam.

Miss Maitland, do not judge Canadian hospitality by Miss Stander.

Downstairs we call her Sourpuss.

I don't wonder!

The Barrington? Advise the RCMP that Sally Maitland is at the Barrington Hotel.

We'll do our best, but it won't be very good.

INAUDIBLE

Yes. Yes, all right. Goodbye.

Did you tell 'em? They already knew, sir. And the room number is 73.

You'd better ring them again and ask them to detail a couple of men to keep Miss Maitland under observation.

Yes, sir.

-Hello. Glad to see you again. How about a drink?

-No, thank you.

-I don't want to be a nuisance, but...

-You're very considerate.

-That's the first kind word you've said. Free for dinner?

-No.

-I'll have to spend the rest of the evening in the bar.

-Too bad. Hello!

-In case you don't know, there are no bars in Halifax.

-If you please...

Chateau Brochet.

Yeah, that's her.

What a reputation she's made for herself! Yeah.

-Sally, this is our good friend, Maria Balska.

-How do you do?

-You're very welcome.

Where's Mother? She's resting. The excitement of seeing you has exhausted her.

-Would you prefer that I...?

-No, Madame Orlock receives few visitors.

She's so looking forward to meeting you. May I take your hat and coat?

-Thank you, no. If Madame is tired, I won't stay long.

-Very thoughtful.

-What an unusual house.

-Yes, it has quite an atmosphere of Europe, of our own home.

-You must have a lovely view here.

-Oh, yeah.

There she goes.

-Blackout, Sally!

-I'm sorry. It isn't that I haven't been warned.

-How do they run things here?

-The Royal Canadian Mounted Police are responsible for security.

They contact us or the military or the air force in any matters that concern our services.

-They know everything and everybody. PHONE RINGS

-So I understand.

Right. She's at the Chateau Brochet. That's the Polish woman.

-What do you know about Madame Orlock?

-Apportez-moi le dossier d'Orlock.

She's quite a remarkable old lady. Why are you so interested in her?

-I don't want her to get into bad company.

-Her son came over with you.

-Yes, I know. I couldn't get him out of my hair.

-Bien.

She's rented the chateau for the duration. Polish refugee, very well to do, good family.

Aristocratic. Papers are in order.

Ah, there you are!

-Mother, this is...

-Sally Maitland.

Well, well, well!

Come a bit closer, my dear.

-My eyes...

-Yes, Mother, I told her.

Sit down, dear. Here, near me, will you?

Jan, this is an occasion. We have very few visitors nowadays.

Bring some wine, Jan.

Yes...

A strong face and a fine couch - one who is not afraid to be alone

against a crowd, to swim against the stream.

You're very understanding, madam.

Now that you are with us in Halifax, are you going to stay here?

I expect so. I have no plans.

Have you any friends here?

I left my friend... That is, I haven't any.

-I hope to make new friends.

-You must come here whenever you care to.

And now that we have met, you must not wait for Jan to bring you.

That's very kind of you.

-Sally...

-Thank you.

Mother?

You know, Jan has set me a task.

Or should I rather say, a labour of love.

So I believe.

Here's to a happier future for the world!

To the new order!

-Sally, how could you...?

-I'm sorry, Jan.

-That's all right.

I shall drink to the new freedom.

Or as I don't care much for new things, I'll drink to the old freedom restored

and leave it to Jan and his friends to fight for theirs. Freedom is never a thing to take for granted.

-So, to the past!

-To the future!

That leaves me with the present.

After all, it's usually the most important.

-She thinks I'm a halfwit. The last place she'd expect to find me is in an intelligence department.

-Good.

-Miss Maitland just left the chateau.

-Can I get a lift to the hotel?

-Take my car. It's at the side entrance.

-Thank you, sir. Good night.

-Good night. Let's have coffee, Paul!

Had the fog cleared at the chateau, Captain?

Yes. Not nearly so thick. Thank you, Captain.

Good night.

-Goodbye, Jan.

-Goodbye?

-It's better if we don't see each other again.

-Why?

-I wrecked a pleasant evening, I distressed your mother.

-My mother understands as I do.

-I don't think you do.

-Sally, we must meet again and talk everything over.

-It will lead to the same...

-I will take no refusal. I will call for you at three. Good night.

-Good night.

Good night!

-What are you doing there?

-Getting a night's rest.

-Why outside my door?

-Last bed in the hotel. Last in Halifax.

-I thought you had influence.

-That's how I got this.

Good night! Happy dreams!

A policeman's first duty is to his feet. Yours would get a better rest if you took your boots off.

Heck, blue booties!

Citadel Hill is my favourite spot. I get such a feeling of spaciousness here.

-I can see it all so clearly in my imagination.

-Halifax has a wonderful history.

Yes, Jan told me all about it. He is a great reader. You know, Sally,

your great Nelson used Halifax for refitting his fleet.

And in the American Civil War, it was a home port for the blockade runners.

And in the last war it was as it is now - a gateway to the Battle of the Atlantic.

Don't distress yourself by too much talking.

The real miracle of Halifax is its resurrection after destruction.

In 1917 a great ship loaded with TNT collided with another in the harbour.

-A drum of petrol overturned on deck and caught fire. A British cruiser was nearby.

-The Highflyer.

You know the story?

I must have read it somewhere, possibly in the Reader's Digest.

-Didn't a group of sailors try to put the fire out?

-Yes. It was one of the greatest explosions ever heard!

Every ship in the harbour was wrecked, a huge tidal wave. Thousands of people were killed and injured.

A devastating blow to the Allies!

-It was.

-Children, as if there weren't enough horrors today without recalling the past ones!

-I think it must be getting on for teatime.

-You will be coming with us, Sally?

-If I may.

-Of course. Come along, Jan - tea!

It'll be better to do it while she's with them. They'll go back to the chateau?

It's practically certain. Do we pull any punches, sir? No, make it a frontal attack.

Although make it clear we're acting in a friendly spirit. That's all.

GENTLE PIANO MUSIC

More tea, Sally?

Listening to music is one of my greatest delights.

It even means more now than it did, now that I cannot play myself any more.

-Two men have called, Madame.

-Two men?

-Who? I've never seen them before.

-British? Yes. They wish to know if you are at home.

-Of course. Show them in.

Give me another cup, Jan.

Madame, we're from Headquarters, Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

-How can I help you? This is my son Jan.

-How do you do?

-And...

-Miss Maitland, we know.

The point is this. It's confirmed by Miss Maitland being here.

And being at Citadel Hill with you.

Miss Maitland is pro-Nazi and makes no attempt to hide it.

In England she was conspicuous by her anti-British feeling. And was thrown out.

But this is purely an unofficial visit, a friendly one to warn you.

You are guests in Canada and we don't want you to put yourselves in an embarrassing position.

It would be unwise of you to continue to entertain Miss Maitland during her stay in Halifax.

-- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

-Good afternoon.

I'm sorry. I'll go at once.

-I will not have you driven from my home.

-Thank you for your kindness. I'm sorry for this unpleasantness.

-I'd rather go.

-Jan, go with her.

-Yes.

-Goodbye.

They talk about the Gestapo! Those men bursting into your house like that - it's outrageous!

-I shall leave Halifax tomorrow.

-But, Sally...

-No, Jan, I've made up my mind.

Sally, I want you to stay here and we will repay them with interest.

-What do you mean?

-I have many friends in Halifax.

-Stop talking in riddles.

-Sally, let's sit down.

I'm in your hands, Sally.

Rather the other way round, isn't it? I'm in yours.

-Does your mother know?

-Never say a word to her about this. She couldn't bear the shock. You swear?

-Yes, of course.

-I knew I could trust you.

It was my mission to follow you from England and keep watch over you.

You won the Fuhrer's admiration. I myself heard him speak highly of you.

Now you have the honour to serve him.

-What do you want me to do?

-Important work. We have a great organisation.

-You are the leader?

-No.

-Only a very few know who the leader is.

-Are there many of you?

Enough. And none of us a suspect.

Well?

-When do I start?

-Aber euer Stern geht unter. Wenn er wieder aufgeht...

I've heard that somewhere before.

On the ship. I gave that message to our commander. It was too important to trust our infallible channels.

This star is waning. When it rises again...

-That's very soon.

-Almost immediately.

Jan, you've given me the opportunity I've been waiting for - to serve the cause I believe in.

The cause for which I would die.

A true Nazi.

This was given to me by the Fuhrer himself. Take it.

To draw from it the courage to carry out his great work.

I simply couldn't resist calling and meeting his mother.

You would have been very proud of how he went for that Boche. He called me an old sow, the swine!

Captain, you must be surprised to see me here. I am delighted.

I've been hearing of your terrifying experience. Why didn't you tell me?

It was nothing to worry you with. How modest!

Talking of modesty, the modesty of Mr Garrick. What do you think? I haven't the faintest idea.

Neither had I. Lieutenant-Commander in the British Naval Intelligence.

DSO for something very hush-hush. >

It just shows you how careful you must be.

LOUD THUMP

Put your hands up.

Turn round.

I thought so.

-Here we are. I suppose you know who I am.

-British Intelligence following me around.

-Correct.

-Now that you are here, watch that door for me. This is my pigeon, not yours.

-OK, Chief.

-After all the preparation this took, can't they trust me?

-This is a pretty risky job.

-I was told to stand by in case I'm needed.

-All this stuff has been planted for our benefit.

Not up to their usual standard.

-PIANO MUSIC

-Somebody playing to the old lady.

-Can't be Jan. He's gone out.

If you hear anyone coming, switch the light off. Get behind these curtains.

Hello!

We were expected. Quite a bonfire! There's no point wasting time here, but I must have a talk with you.

-We might even have a drink.

-We'd better not leave together.

-You first.

-If they catch you, you've no excuse. I'm one of them now. Off you go.

-This may be your pigeon, but you're my pigeon. Off YOU go!

-Have it your way.

-Wait for me at the Barrington.

I'll pick you up.

I was beginning to think he never would give himself away,

but having myself denounced at the Orlock home did the trick. He spilt the beans within an hour!

-Pretty smart work.

-Now I'm in it with them up to my neck. They've got something very big and very soon.

-What makes you think that?

-Aber euer Stern geht unter. Wenn er wieder aufgeht...

-I'm not too good at conundrums.

-When did you first get on to Jan?

-When he shouted back in perfect German.

-Pretty smart work.

Aber euer Stern geht unter und wenn er wieder aufgeht...

Versteh' ich nicht.

May I see your identification card and passport, please?

Ihre Reisenpass und Ausweiskarte.

-What is your authority?

-RCMP and Naval Intelligence.

-Good enough.

OK. But you might remember. German is not a very popular language round here.

-So I see.

-Pretty smart work! I think we'd better beat it.

-Taking time by the Orlock, as you might say.

-That takes me straight to bed.

-I'll come with you.

-Pardon?

Well, good night.

-You should ask them for a room. Get a decent night's rest.

-I'm getting attached to that.

-I'm afraid I've been rude to you.

-Yes, I've taken plenty of brushing off.

Do you think I enjoy doing it?

-You seemed to be having a heck of a good time.

-Did I?

-Yes, you did.

I'm sorry. After all, we weren't exactly being ourselves, were we?

It might be fun being ourselves.

Yes, I... I think it might.

Here goes. Hold on to your hat!

-Now who's taking time by the Orlock?

-Does that guy always have to butt in?

-Good night.

Good night.

-Would you mind telling me what you mean by that joke?

-What joke?

-The joke on my name.

-Oh, that! Shocking bad joke, wasn't it? Typically British.

-I was throwing it back where it came from.

-Mr Garrick?

-Yes, it fits him.

-You're friendly with him.

-Yes.

-He's in British Intelligence.

-Yes, I know.

-Yet you exchange bad jokes with him and confidences.

-Jan, aren't you being a little difficult?

I've started my new job. Being offhand with him was a mistake.

Tonight we've made friends, we've exchanged all sorts of confidences.

-Mr Garrick will be useful.

-You expect me to believe that?

-Yes. We have to trust each other.

-GUN CLICKS

-What's all this?

Put on your hat and coat. Walk out of this hotel. Ask the commissionaire to call a taxi. I'll follow you.

Any trick and it will be too bad.

I see. You've caught me.

-It's my own fault. I should have checked up on you.

-Go on.

What else is there to say? You're in the British Secret Service and you've got me.

-Anything else?

-Yes. Yes, there is one thing.

Don't let them take me back to England. Let them deal with it here.

You rat!

I really believed you when you said you loved me.

Forgive me, darling.

I do love you. But you see, I had to make sure.

Tonight we strike and you are to play a vital part. I'm taking you to meet the council and the leader.

-They're accepting you on my responsibility.

-I see.

Don't ever do that again.

You scared me.

No need. If everything goes well tonight, I have decided we shall be married immediately.

-How nice.

-Yes.

-And now we must hurry. We're late already. We're due now.

-Now?

Yes, now.

Sally...

What a mess I've made of your face!

Wait a minute.

-There. Get my coat out of that cupboard over there.

-Right.

-I'll fix my lips.

There are several coats here. Which one, darling?

-The fur one.

-Fur one.

You know, Sally, I really ought to object to that. The Fuhrer frowns upon such vanities.

When I first met him in 1937, I had on this identical shade. He rather liked it.

That, of course, is different.

-Oh.

-Yes, that English fool outside.

-Wait.

He's asleep.

We'd better not be seen going out of my room together.

That would never do. I'll go first, meet you at the top of the staircase.

-Make it the back staircase, right opposite.

-Right.

Tonight we make amends for our one great failure.

-Your efficient organisation?

-On this occasion, even we failed.

-When was that?

-The night before we left England we missed dealing a blow the English couldn't have taken.

-How?

-The King and Queen and the Princesses were either at Buckingham Palace or in the country.

The Luftwaffe was approaching. Our member was to signal at which place the Royal Family were.

We knew the precise spot in the country where they were,

but he sent up the wrong signal, Buckingham Place was bombed and the Royal Family escaped.

-What happened to your member?

-Oscar Burrell? He was found dead.

-Suicide?

-What else could he have done?

Of course. What else?

She threw that at me. He must have been in her room the whole time.

-How he got in there...

-"Go HQ. Wait." She's got her wits about her.

-She's terrific.

Sir, I must see you alone. Speak in front of Cdr Garrick. Jack Cardwell, a promising youngster.

Thank you, sir. Go ahead. I'm on to something important.

Sally Maitland is up to her tricks.

We've been discussing her. I think you can safely leave that young woman to us.

It's the Queen Mary. Sabotage. We'll get on to that. In the meanwhile, you lay off, Cardwell.

Aye-aye, sir. Very good work.

-Don't any of your boys know about Sally?

-No.

Only myself and the head of the Mounties. That's how they wanted it.

They've built her up, so we agreed.

-Fancy being accused of sabotaging the Queen Mary!

-We can forget that!

-You looked surprised to find me in your room.

-I was. How did you get in?

-Our organisation is very efficient.

-So it seems.

-And the Fuhrer always watches over good friends of the Third Reich.

-The canary?

-Mm-hm.

-You put it in my cabin?

-And sent you one in London.

-Just in case I should change my opinion of the British?

-Precisely.

-Well, well! Today has been full of surprises.

-And you will have a few more before the day is over.

Ihr habt alle grossartige Arbeit geleistet.

Der Fuhrer ist zufrieden.

Der Fuhrer erwartet heute abend von euch allen aussersten Einsatz!

Ihr konnt stolz darauf sein,

die Befehle des Fuhrers ausfuhren zu durfen.

DOORBELL Das ist Kurt. Und Fraulein Maitland.

Heil Hitler.

ALL: Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler.

Meine Damen und Herren, ich freue mich am heutigen Abend, eine neue Mitarbeiterin vorstellen zu durfen.

Fraulein Sally Maitland!

I will now introduce. Karl-Heinz Stetto.

-Freut mich sehr, mein Fraulein.

-Surely...

-It's queer cargo they're sending us these days.

< Fraulein Gretl Kuhne. Unsere Organisation ist unseres Fuhrers wurdig.

-I thought you were too good to be true.

-And the means of my getting into your room. Frau Brehme!

-I am glad to see you complied with the blackout regulations.

-The penalties were severe.

< Herr von Kamnitz. Sehr geehrt, gnadiges Fraulein. I hope you found Room 73 comfortable.

-I must say you've been looking after me.

-Our organisation...

-Very efficient.

-Thank you.

-Orlock and Sally have just gone into the chateau.

-I'll get going, sir.

-Where?

-To the chateau.

-I think you'd better wait here. She asked you to.

-I suppose I better.

Achtung! The leader!

Heil Hitler!

ALL: Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler.

So we are gathered in this room for the last time.

After months of preparation, the hour has come. Tonight we strike.

Herr Stetto, Frau Kuhne and Brehme, Herr von Kamnitz, return to work.

Within a few hours, you may have to lay down your lives for the Fuhrer. You will do so readily.

-If you escape this calamity, you will get further instructions. Heil Hitler.

-Heil Hitler!

So, Fraulein Maitland,

-your attention.

-Madame Orlock, I'm all attention.

-Before I tell you your part in this undertaking,

I must tell you that Jan - Kurt - is not my son and we are not Poles.

-Madame Orlock...

-To make such a pretence even for the cause is most distasteful!

-Six people have entered the house now. No-one's left it yet.

-A thick fog is coming up from the harbour.

-If it gets worse, it'll be hard to keep the house under observation.

-I hope she's all right, sir.

She will be. There's obviously a council meeting and she's in on it. It's just what we all hoped for.

-She'll get a message through.

-She'll have a mouthful to tell us tomorrow.

Long before morning everything will be over. "It must have been a devastating blow to the Allies."

Remember saying that when Kurt told you about the Halifax explosion in the last war?

-Yes, I remember.

-You never spoke a truer word.

Even as I am speaking, a great convoy is nearing its destination.

Last night, under the cover of fog, number four of the convoy, manned by Fifth Columnists,

was substituted for a ship manned by a German crew.

Das bevorstehende Unternehmen ist von allergrosster Bedeutung fur das dritte Reich.

Im Namen des Fuhrers verleihe ich ihnen fur die ganze Besatzung das Eiserne Kreuz erste Klasse im voraus.

Sieg Heil! Heil Hitler!

On board are tons of TNT. The crew will abandon ship and a time fuse will do its work.

The explosion of 1917 will be repeated. The gateway to the Battle of the Atlantic will be shattered.

-How ingenious! How clever!

-Neither ingenious nor clever. Anyone could have thought of it.

Most people would have thought it could not be done. It took years of preparing for it.

-That's all.

-What is my part to be?

You are a suspect with the British Intelligence. We must have attention diverted.

At the far end of the basin is the Queen Mary. She is due to sail tomorrow and full of troops.

Tell your friend Garrick of the sabotage plot.

We made sure this rumour has reached Naval Intelligence.

Tell him every available man is needed to prevent the catastrophe.

-He's at the Barrington. I'll...

-No, he left there and is now at British Naval Intelligence.

-Then I can go...

-No, my dear. You will not leave here. You will never leave us again.

At the far end of the narrows is a launch. At Sable Island is a U-Boat.

It will take us to Germany, the country to which we belong.

-Our organisation is very efficient.

-Yes, very. Well...

-You will telephone him. Kurt!

FOGHORN BLASTS

Good. Even the elements are with us.

Sally...

Thick like a blanket.

The number is Halifax 2421.

Tell the monitor you are on British Intelligence staff and not to disconnect your call

-although she can listen in.

-You think of everything.

-Of course.

-Now, there is a plot to blow up the Queen Mary.

-Within the next hour.

-Within the next hour.

-Send every available man.

-Good. You were born for the Secret Service.

I hope so.

-Halifax...?

-2421.

2421? You must not discuss shipping, troop movements or any information of use to the enemy.

I have something urgent for Naval Intelligence. Listen, but don't cut me off.

PHONE RINGS

No, not that one.

Hello, hello? Yes...? Sally!

Listen, I'm at a Bund meeting. The council.

But, darling, you must believe me. It's desperately urgent.

The Queen Mary is sailing tomorrow.

-The Queen Mary? It is the Queen Mary.

-RCMP!

Yes, I know, but I can't go through with it. I'm terrified.

You've got to act quickly. Tonight. Within an hour!

-SHOUTING

-Forget about the Queen Mary!

A ship is approaching Halifax loaded with TNT.

-A convoy due in Halifax tonight, a ship full of TNT to be exploded in the narrows.

-Admiral Dixon!

Sally! I'm off to the chateau, sir.

-Das Licht, Maria! GUNSHOT

-Maria, Licht!

Maria, das Auto! Nach vorne! Schnell!

-I told you I never trusted that girl! Du dummer Junge!

-BOTH SHOUT AT ONCE

-Get rid of her!

-I'll get rid of her.

Drop that phone.

Drop it!

Hands up!

You rotten cheat! You make me look a stupid fool.

You've done more harm to our cause...

-You're wasting valuable time.

-Anything else you would like to say?

-Yes.

-You'd better be quick.

GUNSHOT

Gosh, there's one humdinger of a row going on here. Hello!

-Is she dead?

-I made no mistake about that.

-Kurt!

Get over there! Put your hands up! Put 'em up!

-Hello!

-Hello, monitor! Monitor, flash this line!

Right. Urgent. This is Lieutenant-Commander Garrick, Naval Intelligence.

Verify Headquarters.

-Message. Call RCMP...

-GUNSHOT

Not you, Mama! Sit down!

Tell RCMP, full steam ahead, Chateau Brochet. Brochet!

I've got it. You're holding Madame Orlock and the phoney Captain. I've got it.

Send doctor, ambulance. If this message is understood, flash again.

-TWO BLIPS

-Right, you sons of Fritzes...

Call all patrol cars and have them converge on the Chateau Brochet. Report to that point!

Make a signal, urgent. Number Four in S Convoy loaded TNT, due for destruction on arrival.

Number Four in convoy, loaded TNT. German crew, out to destroy Halifax?

How thick is the fog? Visibility zero. Fog thickening.

Number Four's in the centre of the convoy. I'll head her off.

Signal every ship that passes and identify code numbers. Aye-aye, sir.

That's her.

Ahoy there! What's your number?

Ahoy there! What's your number? >

Number four!

Heave to!

Stimmt etwas nicht. Sind wir entdeckt? Dann geht's aber los!

Volle Kraft voraus!

Number Four, heave to or I'll sink you!

Then you'll sink the whole convoy!

Make a signal for every ship to disperse and meet at the final rendezvous.

Sagen Sie dem ersten Offizier, volle Kraft voraus!

Make a signal. RCAF. Ask for a bomber flight to head for this position. Aye-aye, sir.

Make a signal. RCAF operations.

Yes, I've got it.

Ops Room, urgent message, sir, from Naval HQ.

Send bomber flight, latitude...

- Lookout, visibility? - Visibility ten yards, sir. No sign of Number Four.

Any sign of her? No. What do the instruments say?

500 yards to starboard on a course west by nor'west.

As a last resort, we'll ram her. The convoy's well out of close range.

AIRCRAFT ENGINES ROAR

Flugzeuge. Ja.

Squadron Leader reports Number Four visible above low fog, sir, about 600 yards to our starboard.

Make a signal. Squadron Leader...

What does he say? Finish her off.

Full speed ahead, sou' by sou'west.

All hands stand by in life belts. All rafts at the ready.

Schnell ansteuern!

Any chance, Doctor?

Sit down, my dear. No need to fuss round like that. Much better to get on with breakfast.

Breakfast isn't in yet. There's the coffee.

Oh, dear, oh, dear! Coffee, my dear?

-Yes, please.

-Is it one saccharin or two?

-One, please.

When I think of that last day she was here, that yellow canary, the things you said to her.

-You were just as bad.

-Was I? I suppose I was. Oh, dear, oh, dear!

Why was I such a blind fool? You couldn't help it. If she'd only given us a hint...

-She was in the SECRET Service.

-Why didn't she wear a uniform?

DOORBELL Front door! Don't get excited!

Hello, Hargreaves. What are you doing here? Sorry to sound inhospitable, but...

- We were expecting... - She's done her last job for us. Be prepared for a shock.

She's a very different Sally from the girl who left a few months ago.

-Sally! Darling!

-Mother!

-How lovely to see you.

-Betty! Dad, how are you?

-All the better for seeing you. What's this tin sailor business?

-I was so envious of Betty in hers.

That's splendid. That's pretty good.

-The rotten things I said to you - I should have known!

-I was more scared about fooling you than the others!

-What are you doing?

-Kissing my mother-in-law.

-Who are you?

-Your son-in-law.

-Who is this man?

-My husband.

-Your husband?

-God bless my soul! Will you stay for breakfast?

-Thank you.

-Charles?

Yes, I'm ravenous! Made this morning, Miss Sally.

-Oh, Reynolds!

-We shall want two more places. Miss Sally and her husband,

-Mr...?

-Garrick.

-Have a cigarette while you're waiting.

-Thanks.

-Will you...?

-No, thank you.

-I must be dreaming. I thought I saw a swastika.

-You did. That saved Sally's life.

-How?

-Not now, Mother. It's far too long a story.

-Let me see.

-Of course.

-Did you know about this?

- About him? - No, about Sally and the swastika.

-The Colonel invented Sally from Unter den Linden.

-How could you!

Sorry. It had to be done. But it's over now. The Sally Maitland myth has been exploded.

There's one thing you don't know. Not even you, Colonel. Something that justified deceiving all of you.

I heard Ribbentrop tell the Fuhrer the British were decadent and would not fight. You think I'd stand that?

Not bloody likely!

THEY LAUGH