Classic Hitchcock mystery. A man is pursued by the police for a murder he did not commit, and by an international spy ring for information he does not possess.
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JAUNTY MUSIC PLAYS
APPLAUSE AS MUSIC ENDS
Ladies and gentlemen, with your attention and permission,
I have the honour to present one of the most remarkable men alive!
< How remarkable? He's sweating!
LAUGHTER And is that a surprise? Every day he commits to memory 50 new facts.
And he remembers every one! > Facts from history, geography, newspapers - millions of them.
Think of the strain involved by his prodigious feats!
< His feet ain't half as big as yours!
I'm referring to his feats of memory.
Test him, please. Ask him your questions and he will answer fully and freely. Mr Memory!
I ought to add before retiring that Mr Memory has left his brain to the British Museum.
-A question, please. Ladies first.
-Where's my old man gone?
Out with his bit!
-A serious question, please.
What won the Derby in 1921?
-Mr Jack Jones' Humorous by a length at odds of 6 to 1. Am I right, sir?
-< What won in 1936?
-Come back in 1937 and I'll tell you, sir!
-How far is Winnipeg from Montreal?
-What won the Cup in 1926?
-Waterloo or football?
-When did Chelsea win it?
-63 BC in front of the Emperor Nero!
What causes pip in poultry? Ssh! Don't be so common! Well, our fowls have got it!
How many races did Mick the Miller win? How old is Mae West?
- Who was the last British heavyweight champion of the world? - My old woman!
Bob Fitzsimmons. He defeated Jim Corbett at Carson City, Nevada, in October, 1897.
He was 34 years old. Am I right?
-How old is Mae West?
-I know, sir, but I never tell a lady's age!
What causes pip in poultry?
How far is Winnipeg from Montreal?
-Miss Winnie who, sir?
-How far is Winnipeg from Montreal?
-Ah! A gentleman from Canada!
Winnipeg, the third city of Canada and capital of Manitoba province.
-Distance from Montreal... 1,424 miles. Am I right, sir?
-BABBLE FROM CROWD
How old's Mae West?
How old's Mae West? >
< Hey! You! How old's Mae West?
Gentlemen! Please, you're not at home!
What causes pip in... causes pip...in poultry?
-Play! For God's sake play something and stop this panic!
-PLAYS MR MEMORY'S THEME
Well, there we are.
-May I come home with you?
-What's the idea?
-I'd like to.
-It's your funeral. Come on, then. There's a bus.
-You don't stay here always?
-I'm only over from Canada for a few months.
By the way, am I allowed to know your name?
-What do you think I do for a living?
-Not in the way you mean.
-Out for adventure, eh? I've had the decorators in.
-Wait till I find the switch.
Mr Hannay, would you be very kind and turn that mirror with its face to the wall?
-You'd be happier with curtains?
There's the phone. Just a minute.
-Mr Hannay, don't answer the telephone!
I think it's for me. Please don't answer.
Just as you say.
Won't you sit down?
Thanks. Would you please kick that footstool over to me?
-You needed that.
-I owe you an explanation.
-Don't bother about me.
-We cannot talk here.
Just a minute.
-No, thank you.
-Your friend again.
-Take no notice.
-Would you think me very troublesome if I asked for something to eat?
-Do you like haddock?
-I suppose your name isn't really Smith?
-It depends where I am.
-You may call me Annabella.
-GAS IGNITES Oh!
-Nervy? Upset by those shots tonight?
I fired those shots.
-To create a diversion.
I had to get away quickly. There were two men there who wanted to kill me.
-Be more careful with your gentlemen friends.
-You don't understand.
A beautiful, mysterious woman pursued by gunmen? It sounds like a spy story.
-That's exactly what it is. Only, I prefer the word "agent".
-Anyone who pays me.
-What IS your country?
-I have none.
-Born in a balloon, eh? We'll let that go.
Now I suppose you're over here to dig up some big State secret?
No. I'm here to save a secret from being dug up.
Not because I love England, but because it pays me better.
A very brilliant foreign agent
is on the point of obtaining a secret vital to your air defence.
I tracked two of his men tonight,
-but they recognised me. They're after me.
-That's too bad.
Ever heard of persecution mania?
-You don't believe me?
-Frankly, I don't.
-Go and look down in the street.
-Are they there?
I hoped I'd shaken them off.
I'm going to tell you something that's not very healthy to know,
but now you are in it as much as I am.
-How do you mean?
-Have you ever heard of The 39 Steps?
-Is it a pub?
Never mind. But what you were laughing at just now is true.
These men will stick at nothing. Only I can stop them.
It's only a matter of days or hours before it's out of the country.
-Why don't you tell the police?
-They wouldn't believe me either.
And they would take too long. These men act quickly. You don't know how clever their chief is.
-Clever and ruthless.
-Who is he?
-He has a dozen names.
And he can look like 100 people.
But one thing he cannot disguise.
Part of his little finger's missing.
-If you meet a man with no top joint there, be very careful.
-Meanwhile, what will you do?
-First, I'll eat my haddock.
-And then, if you don't turn me out, have a good night's rest.
-You're welcome to my bed.
I'll get a shake down on the couch.
-Anything else I can get you?
-A map of Scotland.
There's a man in Scotland I must visit if anything is to be done.
Are The 39 Steps in Scotland by any chance?
Perhaps I'll tell you tomorrow.
Clear out, Hannay! They'll get you next!
What you were laughing at just now is true.
These men will stop at nothing.
PHONE CONTINUES RINGING
There's a man in Scotland whom I must visit next if anything is to be done.
It is only a matter of days, perhaps hours,
before the secret is out of the country.
The police would not believe me any more than you did.
I tell you, these men act quickly.
Morning, sir. You're up early.
-Could you use a pound?
-I want to borrow your cap and coat.
-What's the big idea?
-I want to make a getaway.
-What have you been up to?
-There's been a murder committed on the first floor.
By those two men out there.
I see. And now they're waiting for a copper to arrest them(!)
It's true. They're foreign spies. And now they're waiting for me.
Oh, come off it!
All right. I'll tell you the truth.
-Are you married?
-Yes, but don't rub it in.
-I'm not, you see. I'm a bachelor.
-A married woman lives here.
-And I've just paid her a call.
And now I want to go home.
-What's preventing you?
-Her brother and her husband!
Why didn't you tell me before?
Kidding me with a lot of tales! 'Ere, put on my little hat.
-Take a pound note.
-No, sir. You'd do the same for me one day.
Leave the pony round the corner.
-So long, old sport.
Oi! The empties!
Papers, magazines, chocolates, cigarettes...
There he is!
Well, for one thing, they're prettier than 20 years ago.
-Free and easy.
-Better than the old sort. All bones and no bend!
-But the old ones lasted longer.
-Mine last about a year. Here, I'll show you.
There's a big demand for these now.
-The old-fashioned sort.
-Brrrr(!) My wife!
Take a look at these - our new streamlined model No. 1.
-Anything to go with it?
-I should say so! Put a pretty girl in those!
-Bring it back when it's filled!
-I will. ..Hello, what's this? Edinburgh, Waverley.
-I hope you'll pardon us, sir.
-Good day, sir.
-Broad-minded old geezer!
-I bet he's good at charades!
-I wonder what won the 2 o'clock at Windsor.
-I'll get a paper.
Say, son. Speak-a de English? Despatch.
-What won it?
-There's been another woman murdered in a West End flat.
-Sex dramas don't appeal to me. What won?
-By the BBC! That's a nice place to put someone to sleep.
-What was she like?
-"A well-dressed woman of about 35. The tenant, Mr Hannay, is missing."
You surprise me!
"At 7 o'clock this morning, the charwoman..." What a liberty!
-Is there NO honesty at all?
"The new bodyline rubber corset. On sale today. McCutcheon Brothers, Princes Street.
"Price, 17/9. Brassiere to match, 4/11."
1/3 cheaper than our Streamline! No use going to Aberdeen now!
-May I see your paper?
-That's all right.
There's enough evidence there to hang any man.
-Can I help you, sir?
-Where does that train stop next?
I'm not a porter! Away you go!
-I've got a better one than that.
-That was very funny!
-You liked it?
Have you heard the one about the young lady from Ongar?
"There was a young lady of Ongar..."
-Taking tea, sir?
-Yes. Thank you.
Darling! How lovely to see you!
A free meal!
I'm sorry. My name's Hannay. They're after me. I'm innocent. You've got to help me.
Have you seen a man passing?
This is the man you want, I think.
-He pushed in. His name is Hannay.
-Coming to tea, sir?
Pull that cord!
Right! Go on, man!
Get on with it!
Why did you pull the cord? To stop the train, you fool! A man jumped off.
He jumped off here, but I can't see him.
There he is! That's a passenger. It's he, I tell you!
NEWSBOYS CALL OUT: Hannay escapes! Paper!
Hannay escapes! Extra special paper!
RADIO: Height, about five foot ten. Small moustache.
Last seen wearing a dark suit, but he may have changed clothing.
-And to you.
-What'll your business be?
-I'm a mechanic looking for work.
-Not round here.
-No big houses?
-Only Sir Andrew. He won't want you.
-He's had his chauffeur for 40 years.
-I didn't know there'd been cars that long.
-He was a coachman!
-Are there no newcomers?
-Aye, an Englishman. A professor.
-He lives at Alt-na-shellach, across the loch.
-Near that village?
-Thanks. I'll try there.
-Not tonight. It's 14 miles.
-Would that van give me a lift?
-No, bound the other way.
I guess you're right.
-Could you put me up somehow?
-No, I'll pay.
-Can you eat herring?
-Half a dozen!
-And sleep in a box-bed?
-I can try.
-Take it now. Thank you.
The gentleman will stay with us till tomorrow morning.
-Will ye no' come in?
Here's your bed. I'll lift these things.
-Could you sleep there?
-Try and stop me!
You'll be tired?
I'll say I am! I'm on the tramp looking for a job.
-Won't you sit down, please?
-Have you been in these parts long?
-No, I'm from Glasgow.
-Did you ever see it?
You should see Sauchiehall Street with all its fine shops
and Argyle Street on Saturday night with the trams and their lights.
It's Saturday night tonight.
-You certainly don't get those things out here!
Do you miss them?
-I HAVE been to Edinburgh, Montreal and London.
-I'll tell you about London later.
-John wouldn't approve of that.
-Those places are wicked.
Why not listen now before he comes back? What do you want to know?
-Is it true that all the ladies paint their toenails?
-Some of them.
-Do London ladies look beautiful?
-Yes, but not compared to you.
-You ought not to say that.
I was just saying that I prefer the town to the country.
God made the country.
Is the supper ready, woman?
-Mind if I look at your paper?
-I don't mind.
-You didnae say your name.
-Well, Mr Hammond, if you'll put down that paper, I'll say a blessing.
-Yes, of course.
Sanctify these bounteous mercies to us miserable sinners.
Make us truly thankful for them and all Thy manifold blessings.
And continually turn our hearts from wickedness
and from worldly things... unto Thee.
I mind I forgot to lock the barn.
CAR HORN BEEPS
HORN BEEPS AGAIN
-The police are coming. You best be going.
-I'll never forget you for this. Which way do I go?
-I'll show you.
Aye, I might have known.
Makin' love behind my back!
-And leave you? No fear!
-It's your chance of liberty!
-CAR HORN BLARES
-She's only trying to help me!
-To bring shame and disgrace to me!
-To escape from the police!
-They're after me for murder.
She was only trying to warn me. I had to tell her last night.
Say I'm not here. I'll pay you.
-Do you have that much? Give it to me!
-After they've gone.
Get back into bed. Hide him.
-No! I don't trust him.
-But he took the money.
-He couldn't resist it!
Have you seen a stranger about? >
I was right. He's asking if there's a reward if you get catched.
In a moment he'll let them in. Now's your time.
Your jacket's too light-coloured.
-You best take this one.
-Is it your husband's coat?
-His Sunday best. Never mind.
-And you? He won't ill-treat you?
-No. He'll pray at me, no more.
-What's your name?
-I'll never forget you.
There he goes!
-Is the master in?
-What name, sir?
-Mention Miss Annabella Smith.
-Would you wait here, sir?
We better ask here. Somebody may have seen him.
There's been a car here! The murderer didn't have one!
Good day to you. Have you seen any strangers?
There's no strangers here.
Any suspicious-looking bodies calling at the hoose?
Nobody's been near here, sir.
-You're from Annabella Smith?
We're having a few drinks for my daughter's birthday. Give me 5 minutes, then we'll talk.
-Come and meet my wife. ..Louisa! This is Mr...? I am sorry.
He's come all the way from London.
-It's the police at the door, sir.
-At the door?
All right. I'll deal with it.
Come and meet my daughters. This is Patricia.
Mrs Bailey and Mrs Huntley.
-Hilary, this is Mr...
How do you do, Mr Hammond? Do forgive the orgy!
-This is Captain Ogilvie. Drink, Mr Hammond?
And this is Sheriff Watson. You've got to be polite to him.
He'll give you 6 months' hard as soon as look at you!
It's all right. Don't worry. I've sent them away.
Come and see the view, Mr Hammond.
We're rather proud of it.
< By the way, Sheriff, when are you going to catch that murderer?
The Portland Place murderer. He's here in the district!
He's been on the moors. Sheriff, you wouldn't want me stuck in the back with a knife, would you?
< If you catch him, I'LL convict him!
-We must let the Professor have his lunch.
-If you must go...
Pat! Ring for Captain Ogilvie's car, would you?
BUZZ OF CONVERSATION
Whenever you do catch him, I'm at the Sheriff Court at 10am.
Louisa, my dear, excuse us. Mr Hammond and I want to have a chat before lunch.
Now, Mr Hannay. I suppose it's safe to call you by your real name now.
-What about our friend Annabella?
-She's been murdered!
-Oh, the Portland Mansions affair? What they're after you for.
-I didn't do it!
-Of course not.
But why come here to tell me?
I believe she was coming here about Air Ministry secrets. She was killed by a foreign agent.
-Did she describe him?
-No, but part of his little finger is missing.
-This one, I think.
-Sure it wasn't...this one?
SOMEONE AT THE DOOR
-Lunch is ready, dear.
Well, Mr Hannay, I'm afraid I'm guilty of leading you down the garden path.
Or should that be up?
It seems to be the wrong garden, all right!
Well... what are we going to do?
Exactly. What ARE we going to do?
You see, I live here as a respectable citizen.
My whole existence is jeopardised if it is known that I am not what I seem.
Why have you come here? Why force me into this difficult position?
I can't lock you up in a room. There's my wife and daughters.
I don't know what to think. Really I don't.
What makes it doubly important that I don't let you go
is that I'm about to convey some very vital information out of the country.
I'm afraid poor Annabella was too late.
-Well, that's that.
-Yes. What about it?
-There's only one way out.
Supposing I left you alone with this revolver?
The papers would say the Portland Place murderer took his own life.
-We're all waiting, dear! Will Mr Hammond be staying?
-I don't think so, dear.
Well? What do you think, Mr Hannay?
I'm afraid you leave me no alternative.
I cannae find my hymn book!
-Where did you leave it?
-The breast pocket of my overcoat.
John, I...I'm afraid I gave it to that gentleman who was staying here that night.
I've never seen it happen to a hymn book, except in movies!
The bullet stuck in the hymns! I'm not surprised. Some of them are terrible hard to get through!
I'm not complaining, Sheriff. "Hymns that have helped me," eh?
Yes! That's a good one, Mr Hannay! And to think I was drinking his champagne!
Never mix with doubtful company on the Sabbath! How did you escape?
If you look out there, you'll see. They put the, er - well, the body -
in the dressing room. When I came to, I pinched his car!
Sheriff, I don't want to hurry you, but this IS serious, you know.
-And I face a murder charge!
-Never heed the murder, Mr Hannay.
I'm sure you'll convince Scotland Yard as easily as you convinced me.
All I need is a short statement to forward to the authorities. The police will take it down.
You wanted me, Sheriff? Indeed!
This man is a murderer!
-< Certainly! You're under arrest for the murder at Portland Mansions!
-Sheriff, you must believe me!
-Hannay, we're not so daft here as some smart Londoners may think!
The Professor is my best friend! ..Get Professor Jordan.
-Then where is the bullet from?
-One of your pursuers on the moor. I shot at him myself.
-Let me phone the High Commissioner for Canada!
-Do it from London. It'll save the cost of a trunk call.
That's the car. Hannay must be spilling the beans.
Stop him, someone!
BAND PLAYS ROUSING TUNE
Oh, how do you do? We're all waiting for you.
Pamela's gone to the station. This way!
I welcome this opportunity of discussing another question
vital to the import of our country at this critical and momentous hour.
But first, I shall occupy your time... You've occupied too much!
< We've had enough of you!
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm now going to call upon the speaker of the evening.
MUMBLING: There's no need for me to tell you who he is.
< Speak oot!
He's one of the foremost speakers in the political world in London. >
I will ask him to tell you... < About time, too!
..why in this constituency, at this crucial by-election, our candidate should be returned.
I now ask for Captain Fraser. LOUD APPLAUSE
Ladies and gentlemen, I apologise for my hesitation in rising.
I entirely failed, while listening to that flattering description,
-to realise he was talking about me!
From the bottom of my heart and with the utmost sincerity,
may I say how delighted and relieved I am to find myself in your presence at this moment.
Delighted, because of your friendly reception,
relieved because, so long as I stand on this platform,
I am delivered from the cares and anxieties of a man in my position.
When I journeyed up to Scotland over the Forth Bridge, a monument to Scottish engineering,
I had no idea I should find myself addressing this important meeting.
No idea! I had planned a very different programme for myself.
-You'd be for the moors to shoot something?
-Or somebody! I'm a rotten shot!
I never thought I'd be speaking for that brilliant young statesman, the, er...gentleman on my right.
He is already destined to make no uncertain mark in politics.
Your future MP, your candidate, Mr...eh...
-< He doesn't know his name!
-I was using the friendly nickname by which he is already known
in anticipation...anticipation, mark you, at Westminster.
Now, what topic shall we discuss?
-What about the idle rich? >
-That's an old topic. I'm not rich and was never idle!
I'm pretty busy!
-Ever work with your hands?
-Yes! I know about being lonely and helpless. No-one should feel that!
And I ask your candidate to set himself resolutely to make this world a happier place,
where no nation plots against nation,
where everyone gets a square deal and a sporting chance, where people help and don't hinder,
a world without suspicion or fear. That's the world I want! Is that the world you want?
That's all I have to say. Goodbye!
-I tried to keep them going.
-You're a difficult man to follow!
You must think you're damn clever!
-Tell him not to insult me!
-I told you the truth on that train! Couldn't you see I was genuine?
Well, anyway, would you phone the High Commissioner for Canada
and tell him that vital secrets are being stolen by a foreign agent?
-Has that penetrated?
-Right to the funny-bone(!) Tell me another.
Have you NO sense!? Make that call, I beg you, and refer them to me!
-Will you do this?
-Would you come too, Miss?
-To identify the prisoner formally.
-Would you come to the station?
-All right. Let's get it over.
-Must I sit next to him?
-It's only for a short time, Miss.
Isn't that the police station?
-Sorry, Miss. We're not going to this police station.
-Yes, Miss. He's to be questioned by the Sheriff Principal.
I'll see you're sent back at the earliest moment.
-How far is it?
-Quiet! We'll be there in 2 hours, Miss.
-Do you think I'm going to spend half the night with you?
Isn't the man going the wrong way? THAT's the way to Inveraray!
There's a bridge down, Miss. We'll have to go round.
-Might I see your warrant?
-Shut your mouth!
WHISTLES MR MEMORY'S THEME
Would you like a small bet with me?
I'll lay 100 to 1 that your Sheriff Principal has the top joint of his little finger missing.
What about it?
-Hello! What's this?
-Oh, a flock of detectives!
CAR HORN BEEPS
Go and clear them away. What about him? >
I'll soon fix that. There - you're a Special Constable! If you stay, he stays.
Yes, and if I go, you go!
Stop them! They've got away!
You're hurting me!
See if they've gone that way!
Where the Devil have they gone?
Help! Help! Let me go! Let me go!
One yip and I'll shoot you!
There's nobody down here! >
Spread out and find them!
We must be a mile away by now.
Don't do that!
Oh, do stop whistling! Why are you doing this? What chance have you got tied to me?
-Keep that one for your husband! You are the white man's burden!
-I'm so glad(!)
-They'll get you in the daylight.
-They're not policemen.
-And when did you find that out?
-That wasn't the road to Inveraray.
-God help us if they catch us again!
-I see. Still sticking to your penny novelette spy story?
There are 20 million women here and I have to get chained to you!
Look, I'm telling you the truth.
I told you on the train, at the meeting and again now -
there's a dangerous conspiracy and only we can stop it!
A gallant knight to the rescue(!)
All right. Then I'm just a plain, common murderer...
who stabbed an innocent woman in the back. How do you like that?
I don't know about innocent, but you're a woman and you're alone and you're manacled to a murderer!
-Do you prefer that situation?
-I'm not afraid of...
Perhaps I murder a woman a week.
From now on, do every single thing I tell you to do and do it quick!
You big bully!
I like your pluck! Come on.
HE WHISTLES MR MEMORY'S THEME
-We're going in there.
-Remember, a civil tongue or...
We're going in and you'll back up everything I say. Got that?
Put your hand in my pocket and look as if you're in a hurry.
Oh, come away in!
-You're all wet!
-We had an accident with our car.
-Staying the night?
-We've just the one room with the one bed in it. You won't mind that?
-Oh, no, no.
-You're man and wife?
-Have you any luggage?
-In the car.
-I could lend the lady a nightgown.
Would you please to register? James!
-Would you be needing your supper?
-A large whisky and some sandwiches. Oh, and a glass of milk.
(I can't write with my left hand, but I CAN shoot with it!)
You sign, darling. You better get used to your new name.
There we go. Mr and Mrs Henry Hopkinson, The Hollyhocks, Hammersmith.
I'll be back in a minute, sir.
-Now, off with that skirt of yours and I'll dry it in the kitchen.
-Oh, it'll dry at the fire OK.
-The gentleman will take care of you. Goodnight, sir. Goodnight, ma'am.
-Are they married, do you think?
-I dinna ken and I dinna care! They're so terrible in love!
-I'm going to tell them!
-They'll hang me for a murder I didn't commit!
-I don't care!
-I'm not staying!
-Of course you are!
KNOCK ON DOOR Can I come in, sir?
-Oh, we were just getting warm!
-Would you like this?
-A hot water bottle! Oh, we would, wouldn't we?
-(Say, "Yes, darling!")
-I say, please don't go!
-Why not? Is anything wrong?
-She wants to tell you something. We're a runaway couple.
-I kenned it all the time!
-Are they after you?
-Please don't give us away!
-Of course we won't!
-Goodnight to you both. You'll no' be disturbed.
Thank God for a bite to eat! Come along. There you are.
-Get these things off!
-Right. How will we set about it?
Anything in that bag of yours? Scissors or a hair pin?
-A nail file!
-It'll take 10 years, but we can try!
Let's get comfortable. That skirt of yours is pretty damp. You don't want pneumonia.
-Take it off.
-I'll keep it on!
-And that...is that.
-I'll take my shoes and stockings off.
-Talking sense at last!
-Can I be of assistance?
-Here, hold this.
Half a minute!
-Don't mention it. Do you want your milk?
-That's better. Feet warm again?
-Well, come on.
Kindly place yourself on the operating table!
-Nobody's going to hurt you.
-I won't lie on this bed!
-Yes, you will. We're Siamese twins!
-I don't want to see your unwashed and shiny face in the morning!
Give me that nail file. ..Thank you.
-I wish I could get that damn tune out of my head!
I wonder where I heard it.
-You sound very sleepy.
-Sleepy? I'll say so.
I last slept in a bed on Saturday and that was only a few hours.
-What wakened you? Dreams?
Murderers have terrible dreams.
Only at first.
I got over that a long time ago.
I used to be quite squeamish.
I used to wake up screaming, but one gets hardened.
How did you start?
In a small way. Pilfering pennies at school.
Then car pinching, smash and grab,
I killed my first man at 19.
In years to come, you'll be able
to see me at Madame Tussaud's!
-It's early to say.
But I'll be there somewhere.
You'll point and say, "If you knew how matey I was with him..."
-What's the matter?
-These handcuffs are pinching my wrist.
-It all began at Madame Tussaud's.
-My career of crime.
-My great uncle Penruddock.
You've never heard of him? The Cornish Bluebeard?
-I thought your family came from Canada.
-That's where they went after the Penruddock incident.
He murdered three wives. His mother-in-law tried to get him arrested, but he was too quick.
He took her a walk to Land's End and shoved her into the ocean!
He's in Madame Tussaud's all right. I must go and see him some time.
He's the third on the left. Red whiskers and a hare-lip.
And that, lady, is the sad story of my life.
Poor orphan boy who never had a chance. Are you still set on giving me to the police?
-Is everything all right?
-Yes. He can't have much time.
-Once I pick up...you know what, I'll leave the country.
-Be careful. Wire to me.
Goodbye, my dear!
A DOOR SLAMS
VOICES IN HALL
< Is that Prof. Jordan's house? Can I speak to Mrs Jordan?
< Is that Mrs Jordan? Oh, he's gone to London already, has he?
I'd like that whisky hot.
The girl handed him over to us > thinking we were detectives. We had to take her as well.
Very good, ma'am. Yes.
The old man's got the wind up. He's cleared out already. Why?
It's too dangerous. He's warning the whole 39 Steps. >
Has he got the...you know?
Yes. He's picking him up at the London Palladium.
-That'll be half a Crown.
-And the phone call?
-We'll say a shilling.
-Is this a hotel as well?
-Do you have people staying?
-You must get a few odd people?
-Did you have anyone in tonight? >
They weren't a young couple?
James! Mercy me!
What kind of silly creature are you? Do you want to get us all jailed?
-What did you charge?
-Half a Crown.
Oot! The pair of you! And dinna let on to anybody you got a drink here after hours!
You old fool! You wouldn't give away a young couple, would you?
What's the idea? How did we get out of these?
-We didn't. I slipped out of mine last night.
-Why didn't you run away?
I discovered that you were speaking the truth, so I decided to stay.
-What made your brain work at last?
-Those two men were here.
-What did they say?
-A lot of stuff about The 39 Steps.
-No, go on.
-Someone's going to warn them. How can you warn steps?
And someone's got scared and is clearing out
-and is picking up someone at the London Palladium.
Is that the Professor? Our friend with the finger missing? What does he want to go there for?
-I feel such a fool, not having believed you.
-Oh, that's all right.
Em...we, we ought to get a move on.
What room are those two men in?
-No room. They went as soon as they'd telephoned.
-Didn't I tell you?
-You let them go after hearing that? You button-headed little idiot!
-Four or five hours wasted! You must have known it was important!
-Why not let well alone?
I'm accused of murder! To clear myself, I must expose these spies!
-They're going to the Palladium!
-First house or second house(?)
-The show will suit you!
You're quite right, madam.
The Air Ministry has a new thing that interests a lot of people,
but no papers are missing that could be of any use to a spy.
But I'm certain! There's a man leaving tonight with something!
Since you phoned us from Scotland, we have made the minutest inquiries.
-I'm wasting my time!
-Just a moment, Miss, please. One thing you haven't told us.
Where's Richard Hannay?
I haven't the faintest idea!
Look, Miss, you can't...
-You're in the phone book?
-Well, if anything crops up, we'll give you a ring. Thank you.
Get a taxi to follow that girl. She'll lead us to Hannay all right.
MUSIC AND LAUGHTER
# Love is a song... #
Cover every exit and let no-one leave the building.
ALL: Ladies and gentlemen, we shall now sing!
Come on, move along there, please.
Sorry, sir. No-one can leave. We want a drink!
-I've got a seat in the stalls. Can I go through?
She's seen him. She's going down to the stalls.
May I borrow your opera glasses?
Excuse me. May I take your place?
-He's up in that box!
-I've been to Scotland Yard.
-Nothing's been stolen from the Air Ministry.
-But those men said...
We could take him now, sir.
What'll you do? Nothing's missing. There's an end to it.
MR MEMORY'S THEME TUNE PLAYS
Hear that tune? It's the damn thing I couldn't get out of my head!
I heard it at that music hall! Annabella...!
Ladies and gentlemen, with your kind attention and permission,
I present to you one of the most remarkable men in the world.
-It's the same little man!
-< Every day he commits to memory 50 new facts and remembers them!
< Facts from history, geography, newspapers,
< from scientific textbooks. Millions of them. Test him, ladies and gentlemen.
< Ask him any question!
Of course no papers are missing! All the information is inside Memory's head!
-I don't understand.
-He memorised the details and they were replaced before anyone found out!
-He's here to take Memory away!
-There are some gentlemen here, sir.
A question, please.
When did Florence Nightingale die? >
-Are you Richard Hannay?
-There's something you have to know!
-You don't want to spoil people's entertainment.
What are The 39 Steps?
Come on, answer! What are The 39 Steps?
The 39 Steps is an organisation of spies collecting information for...
Please! Keep your seats! Keep your seats! There's no need for alarm.
I don't want a chair. I'll rest here. I'm all right.
-Take it easy now.
-I'm all right...
Get the girls on!
Mr Memory, what was the secret formula you were taking away?
Would it be all right telling you, sir?
-It was a big job to learn it. I don't want to throw it all away.
-It's quite all right.
The first feature of the new engine is its increased compression ratio,
represented by R - 1/R to the power of gamma. R represents the ratio of compression and gamma...
The axis of the cylinder, angle of 65 degrees...
Dimensions of cylinders as follows.
This device renders the engine completely silent. Am I right, sir?
-Quite right, old chap.
-Thank you, sir. Thank you...
I'm glad it's off my mind at last.
Subtitles by Greig Forbes BBC Scotland
Classic Hitchcock mystery based on John Buchan's novel. A man is pursued by the police for a murder he did not commit, and by an international spy ring for information he does not possess. He finds himself fleeing across the desolate Scottish moors - handcuffed to a beautiful blonde.