Journey into Fear

GRAMOPHONE PLAYS A ROMANTIC SONG

GRAMOPHONE NEEDLE STICKS

GRAMOPHONE PLAYS AGAIN

NEEDLE STICKS AGAIN

SILENCE

CAR HORN HONKS

-Bonsoir, madame, monsieur.

-Good evening.

-Didn't you make a reservation, Howard?

-Course I did.

-Mr and Mrs Howard Graham.

-That's right.

-Wilmington, Delaware, USA.

-Yes.

Oh, there's a gentleman waiting to see you. ..Kopeikin! Mr Graham is here!

Oh, OK!

Mr Graham. Mrs Graham. Put it there.

It's a pleasure. Kopeikin is the name.

How do you do.

-You doubt that I am Kopeikin?

-No...

You think perhaps that I am not he? My credentials.

It was so nice of you to come see us, Mr Kopeikin...

Always at your service. How about having a little supper with me tonight, huh?

-Er...

-It's late.

-Thank you, Mr...

-Kopeikin.

-Kopeikin...

We're tired and...

-We thought we'd have a snack sent to our room.

-Good! I will join you!

HE SHOUTS IN TURKISH

-Excuse me. I'm the hotel manager. I will show you to your room.

-Thank you.

KOPEIKIN SHOUTS IN TURKISH

Howard...

Oh.

-Please join us, Mr Kopeikin.

-That's why I'm here. But I haven't long.

-Anything else I can do...?

-Habbab, git!

-Coffee, Mr Kopeikin?

-Sure.

Mmm! Salami!

-You know, this is called in Turkish muzzet.

-I know.

-Delicious.

Not the same like the automat?

-I gotta see Dr Hatton the day I get back to Wilmington.

-Poor Mother.

-What about your mother?

-All those teeth pulled.

-I say it's rheumatism.

-That's painful.

-She's too young for rheumatism.

-I had it when I was 12.

-Yeah.

-Howard, can we go somewhere and talk?

-She oughta have a place to herself... What did you say?

-Howard...

-I said...

-I don't think Mother would leave us.

-I don't think she would either.

Mrs Graham, I am going to deprive you of your husband for a while. We got business to discuss. Official.

-Can't we talk right here?

-And bother your charming wife?

Oh, well, don't mind me.

-If you have to talk to Mr Kopeikin, dear...

-We can go down to the bar.

-Go to the bar if you want to, dear...

-Maybe he will have a few drinks too.

The sooner you go, the sooner you'll be back. Have a good time.

It's not a good time, it's business, he says.

-<

-Time is fleeing, Howard.

-He's a company representative.

-I'll be right back.

-Oh, um...

-I guess I won't be seeing you again, Mr Kopeikin.

-You never can tell.

-Thank you for everything.

-That's quite all right. Come.

Don't forget we have an early train.

-Did you visit many cabarets on your trip, Howard?

-No, too busy.

Ah, that's a shame. Howard, where are you going?

-To the bar.

-Bar! I know a better place.

-I haven't got my coat and hat.

-It's just round the corner.

Well, I guess I won't need it.

Howard...

Wait till you see my little Jane. She was Miss Gallipoli of 1939.

EXOTIC CABARET MUSIC PLAYS

Good evening, sir. How many in your party?

THEY CHAT IN TURKISH

-Bonsoir, ma petite.

-Bonsoir.

THEY GREET ONE ANOTHER

-This is Jane. She's Eurasian. You wouldn't think it to look at her, would you?

-No. How do you do?

-My name Marie.

-Little kitten. She just recuperated from a sore neck.

-Oh.

-But she got nice manners.

-Sure. What would you like to drink?

-Champagne.

-Champagne!

I can't stay long. I've got to get back to the hotel.

Showstopper, huh?!

That's Josette. Would you like her to come for a drink?

-That'd be expensive, wouldn't it?

-Pavel!

HE SPEAKS TURKISH

SHE SINGS IN TURKISH

Boo boo be doo!

-I'd better get on back to the hotel.

-You might take a shine to Josette.

After all, this little girl here is very stupid. Josette is stupid too, but she has "it". I will be back.

You give me money.

-What for?

-Tip.

Oh.

You excuse me. If you like me, I come back.

Come with me, please. I want you to meet my friend. He's American.

Howard, I may present Josette and Gogo Martel.

-How do you do?

-How do you do?

-You sit, please.

-Thank you.

-I enjoyed your dancing.

-It's wrong to say that Americans are not polite.

They are clever in business and yet generous and sincere.

You hear that, Howard?

The champagne is filthy. I cannot leave with a headache.

-How long are you here?

-He leaves tomorrow.

-Yes, on the morning train.

-I'm going as far as Batumi by boat.

-Well, bottoms up! I drink to your journeys.

HE SPEAKS TURKISH

This incomparable artist of magic, Akhmed Amar!

APPLAUSE

Sir, what kind of cigarettes do you smoke?

He is good, isn't he, Howard?

And you, sir...

HE SPEAKS TURKISH

HE SPEAKS FRENCH

Ladies and gentlemen, I will present to you an unbelievable miracle

that I learnt in the mountain fastnesses of India.

And for this illusion, I require the assistance of a kind gentleman from the audience. You, sir.

-Would you be so good?

-No...

-S'il vous plait...

-I don't want to.

-KOPEIKIN:

-Don't worry, Howard.

LAUGHTER

And now, ladies and gentlemen, I will join my ancestors.

GONG CLASHES

DRUM ROLL

GUNSHOT

APPLAUSE

Aargh!

Ah! There you are!

-That was a good trick. What happened?

-The boy didn't fire his gun. Someone else did.

The magician is dead.

I'm sorry, Howard. I didn't know anything like this would happen.

This is terrible. You've got me involved in a dirty nightclub shooting. I've gotta call my wife.

-SPEAKS TURKISH

-You have to keep this out of the paper.

-You are lucky.

-Think what happened to the magician. Suppose the trick hadn't worked.

-That's beside the point.

-I've got no business in here.

-They are only doing their official duty.

It's all so stupid. I can forgive almost anything but stupidity. I wish I'd brought my coat.

We have no business with the police.

Maybe we will get our pictures in the papers.

-Who's that?

-Colonel Haki. This is his office.

-He is the head of the secret police.

-Secret police?!

He was a deputy in the provisional government in 1919. With Ataturk.

They say he drinks two bottles of whisky without getting drunk.

And that he kills prisoners by throwing them in the river to save ammunition.

-I don't believe it.

-He is a patriot.

-But I wouldn't trust him with women.

-Colonel Haki will see Mr Howard Graham now.

-That's us. Come.

HE SPEAKS TURKISH

-MORSE CODE BLEEPS You are Howard Graham?

-Yes.

-What of it?

-You are employed by a munitions company in America?

-What?

-You are employed by a munitions company in America.

-An armament manufacturer.

-Bainbridge and Sons.

No, thank you. This man is the local agent.

-We know that.

-Then why ask me?

-You're an ordnance expert.

-Expert?

-Pardon?

-I'm an engineer - naval ordnance is my subject.

-Your government assigned you to some important work here.

-Now, look...

I've got my instructions. I've been ordered back to the States at once.

I'm doing my best to steer clear of trouble. I don't like this mess.

-< Nor do we, Mr Graham. You realise you carry some valuable information.

-Certainly.

Whatever that information is, it's in my head.

That's why you were brought here.

It's your head our government is so interested in.

-Suppose you'd been shot tonight...

-Don't be silly!

The Navy can get along without me - the company would send another man.

Lots of men have my qualifications. Someone from America...

-And meanwhile...

-..or England could do my work again.

Meanwhile, the spring will be here.

And the Russian winter will be over and their ships will still be in the dockyards waiting for the new guns.

You are a military objective.

Mr Graham, has your excellent brain grasped what I'm trying to say to you? It's perfectly simple.

-Someone is trying to kill you.

-You see!

You... Konarpin.

-Kopeikin.

-Kopeikin.

-Why did you take him to the cabaret?

-He wanted a good time.

HE SPEAKS TURKISH

Commandant. Pardon me, Howard. I will be back in a jiffy.

HAKI SPEAKS HARSHLY IN TURKISH

Pardon me, Mr Graham.

I have quite a bad headache.

I have here now so much work,

so much...

..anxiety.

We know who is trying to kill you.

Here's his picture. He is a thug, in the employ of a Nazi agent, name of Muller, operating in Sofia.

He doesn't look very friendly.

-Banat?

-I thought you said his name was Miller.

Muller is his employer.

This man's name is supposed to be Peter Banat.

Hmm. He is an assassin. A professional.

Mr Graham, some men are natural killers. Banat is one of them.

He was convicted ten years ago in Yassi for helping to kick a man to death.

It's said that his price for killing a man has been as low as 5,000 francs...

-No, thank you.

-..and expenses.

Now...

..we know a week ago, Muller got in touch with Banat.

Tonight, we learn Banat is here. It was he who shot at you at the cabaret. A waiter identified him.

I'm dumbfounded. But I'm dumbfounded every 25 minutes.

-Can't you arrest him?

-We will when we find him. But now we must get you safely to America.

I'll get safely back to America.

-Whenever we're in a hurry, we come last!

-If we miss the boat, we'll sue the government.

Mademoiselle... Vous partez ce soir sur le Talisia?

Yes, for Batumi.

- This man is your husband? - We are partners.

Hmm.

HE SPEAKS TURKISH

-You must go?

-We have engagements.

HE SPEAKS TURKISH

My car is at your disposal.

-Good night, Mr Graham.

-Good night.

The Talisia belongs to a private company which runs a weekly service between here and Batumi.

It is little better than a floating slum.

They carry a few passengers - 12 at most. We checked the sailing. Everyone on there is harmless.

I've got a reservation on the morning train.

My dear Graham, if you leave on that or any other train, you will be dead before you reach Batumi.

This is much the less obvious way of getting you out of Turkey.

-In the middle of the Black Sea, you will be as safe as in this office.

-It's quite a decision.

I am not asking you, I'm telling you what to do.

You'll just have time if you hurry.

-What about my wife?

-This is the best way.

-Look here, Colonel...

-Haki.

-Do you two know each other?

-How do you...

-Oh, yes.

-Yes.

-I've just got to see her, I've got to talk to her.

-Kopeikin is with her at the hotel now...

putting her mind at rest. SPEAKS TURKISH

-I thought you were going by train.

-Maybe the police thought the sea air would do him good.

-Come, let's get our baggage through customs.

-Something I don't have to worry about!

-Howard, wait! Howard!

-I came to say goodbye. It's nice it's all been arranged so quick.

-SHIP'S HOOTER BLOWS

-Do you approve of my going on this boat?

-I do, Howard.

-By the way, have you a gun in your luggage?

-I haven't got any luggage.

-Then take this. I got it on my way to see your wife. It's loaded.

-What did she say?

-Here.

-I don't need this.

-Put it in your pocket. It will make you feel better.

I've never fired one of these things, you know.

-That's a good one, Howard!

-What?

-You are a ballistics expert and you never fired a gun.

-I just never did.

-Just point it and pull the trigger.

-I know how it works.

-Take it with you anyway.

-HOOTER BLARES

Look, Howard, they're unloosing it. You'd better go. Come.

-Write me a line.

-Er...goodbye.

Goodbye, Howard.

-I want to telephone my wife.

-I will see she is put safely on the train.

< COWS MOO

-What's that? Cows?

-Mostly cows.

-It's clever, isn't it?

-What's clever?

For you, Graham, so unlikely a means of transportation is better than a disguise.

Now, with Mrs Graham, it might be safer to practise a little deception, hmm?

-Cable her when you stop at Trabzon. C'est la guerre.

-What?

-War is war. You have your passport?

-Oh, yes. I've got my wife's here too.

-I see you're arming yourself.

It's one thing to be a soldier, is it not?

The enemy is not looking for you in particular because you are Mr Graham.

-The fellow next to you will do just as well.

-That's Stephanie's.

-I will see it's delivered.

-Thank you.

You have this advantage over the soldier, Mr Graham. You can run away without being a coward.

Do not worry about your wife, Graham.

I will take care of her personally. I bid your leave.

MAN CALLS PASSENGERS ABOARD

This way.

Cabin two.

Are you cabin two? Graham, Howard?

-Yes. Haven't you any better accommodations?

-The cabins are all the same. Where is your luggage?

I haven't got any luggage.

-No luggage?

-That's right. No luggage.

-Oh, er, hello.

-I do not think that you are sincere, after all.

-What do you mean?

-Tell me truthfully why you are on this boat.

-You wouldn't believe me.

-Very well. I'm not inquisitive.

I took the boat to get away from somebody who's trying to shoot me.

I'd sooner see a raven flying than joke about killing.

-You mustn't say such things.

-I apologise.

-Are you going somewhere now for a dancing engagement?

-India, perhaps.

I hope so. So much is closed by the war.

-How long have you been dancing?

-Since I was ten. 20 years ago.

You see, I do not lie about my age.

-I was born in the Pyrenees. My parents were very poor.

-But honest.

No, my father was not at all honest.

I tell you everything about myself. About you I know nothing, except...

I heard English spoken. You are English?

-American.

-I am Turkish. I sell tobacco. Ferma Pazah and Company.

-My name is Mr Kuvetli, sir.

-My name is Howard Graham.

-This is Mademoiselle Josette.

-My boss cannot speak English and he cannot write - he is ignorant.

I reply to all favours from England and abroad. But he knows a lot about tobacco. We produce the best.

Try cigarette made with tobacco Ferma Pazah and Company.

It's stuffy in here. I would like to go outside. You will come with me?

Thank you, Mr Kuvetli. Will you join us?

Quiet! You are keeping us all awake! Shhh!

I'm terribly sorry.

-See you later.

-Yes.

-I do not like that man.

-Personally, I like the Turks.

-Would you like to go upstairs?

-I really ought to get some sleep.

-As you wish.

-It's been quite a night.

Wish I'd brought my top coat.

-It is pretty up there.

-Gogo is probably asleep. He will want to play cards with you tomorrow.

-I'll try to think of a game I play well.

-He will win anyway but I have warned you.

I'll remember that when I lose.

DISTANT GRAMOPHONE RECORD STICKS

We can see the sunrise together.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Who is it?

I may come in? Yes.

I am Colonel Haki.

Where's Howard? What have you done with him?

Kopeikin hasn't told you? No.

Oh. Er...

Kopeikin hasn't told you.

I, myself, have come to deliver your passport.

Mrs Graham... Yes?

Your husband, Mr Graham... Yes?

He has taken the boat. Boat?

You're to take the train. You have reservations. Yes, but...

I don't know why he's left me. You're to wait for him at the hotel at Batumi.

Colonel Haki, you can be frank with me. I'm sure I can.

I can stand it. Why did he go like this?

Is it...?

No. Oh, no! No, Mrs Graham.

Who is she? I said nothing, Mrs Graham.

I'm sure you are wrong.

What shall I do?

What's to become of me?

What's to become of me?

We'll think of something.

HE SLURPS NOISILY

-Hello.

-Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

My name is Haller. Dr Fritz Haller.

-Mine's Howard Graham.

-I am a German. A good German of the former Germany. I am on my way back to Tehran.

I am travelling on a League of Nations passport.

I'm an American.

This steward is an imbecile.

The French couple at the next table were placed here.

They objected to eating with "the enemy", insulted me and moved.

The food here is very monotonous without conversation.

I agree with you there.

THEY SPEAK ITALIAN

-Were you long in Turkey?

-A few weeks. I came from Persia.

-Oil?

-No, Mr Graham, archaeology.

-Oh.

I was investigating the early pre-Islamic cultures.

-I am boring you already?

-Not at all.

-War!

->

It is not businesslike. Makes it very difficult to earn money.

-Money?!

-I take no side. I do not care who wins.

-War is terrible.

-War is stupid. Bad for business.

-Voice of the fool with the tongue of the wise. I must check on my wife. Excuse me.

-Certainly.

War is the last refuge of the capitalist.

He talks like a fool but you should take no notice. He won the silver war badge.

A piece of silver on the chest to serenade the piece of steel inside.

Women are more ferocious as patriots than men. Don't you agree?

Me? Please. I am neutral. I know nothing. I have no opinion.

-I sell tobacco.

-Tobacco? In Istanbul? What company?

-Pazah and Company. Istanbul.

-Pazah? I don't...

Look! There is Trabzon!

Oh, we should go ashore and get some real food.

-"Stephanie, dear, I think of you all the time and dream of you at night."

-Right. One message, two addresses.

-Send it right off.

-"Looked for wire here but none. All beyond my control..."

-Thank you.

"See you Grand Hotel, Batumi, Saturday. Love you." Very good, sir.

-The Greek woman over there, her husband was killed in Athens.

-Quiet!

-Mr Graham...

-Did you enjoy your excursion ashore this afternoon?

-Why, er...

I didn't go. I was, but...

-Yes?

-I want to talk to the captain.

HE SPEAKS ITALIAN

-Now what's the matter, monsieur?

-It's necessary that I be put ashore. Immediately.

HE SPEAKS ITALIAN

RAUCOUS LAUGHTER >

I want to be put ashore.

-You're too late.

-I'm willing to pay.

This is a ship, not a taxi. We carry cargo on a schedule.

-This is a question of life and death.

-Naturally...

There's a man on the boat who's here purely to murder me.

HE SPEAKS ITALIAN

I am not crazy!

No, not at all, monsieur. What's his name?

Banat. B-A-N-A-T.

Now, just a minute.

What's so funny?

-There's no-one by that name.

-He sat across the table from me at dinner.

-Number seven cabin.

-I don't know.

Mavrodopolos. He's a Greek businessman.

Will you please radio Colonel Haki of the Turkish police in...?

We are not in Turkish territorial waters.

-Our wireless is for navigational...

-The man means to kill me!

-Why?

Because he's been paid to kill me.

-Who pays him?

-The... Can't you speak English?

-HE ROARS WITH LAUGHTER

The captain speaks only Greek, Italian, Russian and Turkish. But I understand.

-You have perhaps had a bad dream.

-I haven't...

-I suggest you lie down in your cabin, and remember...

nobody's going to murder you on this ship. There are too many people.

Any case, this ship stops in Batumi, not before. Now, please excuse me.

< Close the door as you go out.

Boom, boom!

-Hello, Mr Graham.

-Good evening.

-It's going to be nasty out tomorrow.

-Yes.

-My wife doesn't...

-You will catch cold! Come back to bed!

-You go back, cherie.

Have you got a wife, sir?

-Yes, I have. Excuse me.

-Has she got a bad temper?

-No.

-Ah, you're lucky.

For years I lived in misery. Then one day I made a discovery.

There was a socialist meeting and I went to it. Because I was curious.

The speaker was good. Later we were with friends and I repeated what I heard. My wife laughed in an odd way.

And I made a discovery. I found out my wife was a snob and more stupid than I'd dreamed.

She said I'd humiliated her. Her friends were respectable and I must not speak like a working man.

She wept. Then I knew I was free.

I bought books and pamphlets to make my arguments more damaging. And my wife became very docile.

-She even cooked things I like just so I wouldn't disgrace her.

-So, you don't believe what you say?

-No.

That's where my little joke comes in. For a while I was free.

Then a terrible thing happened. I began to believe. I'd found a truth.

I, a capitalist by instinct, became a socialist by conviction.

There was a strike at the factory and I, the manager, supported it. I was dismissed.

I've become a man in my home at the price of becoming a bore outside.

Josette.

Josette.

-Remember I said I came on this ship to avoid somebody who's trying to shoot me?

-Yes, a bad joke.

A very bad joke, only it's true.

-You're lying to me.

-I'm afraid not.

-What have you done that someone should wish to kill you?

-Nothing.

-Some business competitors don't want me to get back to America.

-You ARE lying.

Yes, I'm lying, but not very much.

-Some people don't want me to get back to the States.

-Who are they?

I only know one. His name is Muller or Miller or something. He lives in Sofia. A Nazi agent.

-Le salaud! But he cannot touch you now.

-I'm afraid he can.

-That fat man is working for him.

-The Greek?

-He's not Greek.

-His real name's Banat. He's been hired to kill me.

-How do you know?

-I've seen his picture.

-This is not very nice.

-No, it's not.

He knows you suspect him. He was watching you. Kuvetli was watching you also. You looked so curious!

You mean I looked frightened. Frightened to death. I was, I'll admit it.

Why shouldn't I be? And besides, someone has stolen my gun!

You must think I'm a fool.

No, cheri. I think perhaps you're tired.

I'm sorry. I guess I was worried about my gun.

Don't worry. I'll tell you something...

-The fat man doesn't carry a gun.

-How do you know?

-His clothes are tight. You could see the shape.

He's got a gun. I know. He must keep it in his cabin.

-He's in the saloon. I could see he doesn't go to his cabin for a long time.

-How?

-Gogo will do it.

-Gogo?

-I won't tell Gogo about you. He will play cards with him.

-Will Gogo ask him?

I'll tell Gogo I saw this man open a wallet with a lot of money in it. Gogo will see he plays cards.

-Can you keep him there?

-I'll make certain.

You wait here.

Won't you join me, Mr Graham?

-I'm just getting some fresh air.

-Oh.

Do you see land from a ship? Or do you see a ship from land? I used to like both. Now I dislike both.

When a man reaches my age, he grows, I think, to resent subconsciously,

the movement of everything except the respiratory muscles which keep him alive. Movement is change.

To an old man, change means death.

Excuse me.

-I think I will say good night.

-Good night.

-Good night, mademoiselle.

I must go. I came to tell you it's all right.

-Come to the saloon afterwards so I know you have finished.

-All right.

Boom, boom!

HE LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Mr Graham, I was waiting for you.

This is what you have been looking for, isn't it?

Close the door, please.

-I thought I had better keep this for Mevrodopolos.

-Banat.

Banat's easier to say.

I wonder if your name happens to be Muller.

You have guessed it. I am Muller.

But I like being an archaeologist.

I got my speeches from this - the Sumerian Pantheon by Fritz Haller.

I should not like to think of you being murdered by my employee.

But as things stand, you will be dead within a few moments of landing at Batumi tomorrow.

If you die before reaching America, someone would be sent in your place.

But your work will be delayed. That is all we're interested in.

Mr Graham, you are a fortunate man.

-What does that mean?

-You are going to catch typhus.

-What?

When you get to Batumi, you will be taken to a small private hospital.

In six weeks, you will have recovered. How does that appeal?

-Has it occurred to you that I may not be so stupid as you think?

-You're a fool! You know nothing!

Oh, I don't?

One thing you do not know is that Colonel Haki installed one of his agents on board to watch over you.

I tried hard yesterday to interest you in Mr Kuvetli.

-Are you telling me Kuvetli is a Turkish agent?

-I wanted to see you before he made himself known.

He has his duty to do and will have evolved some plan for getting you to safety.

I wanted to warn you against telling him my plan.

It'd be embarrassing if an agent of the government knew our deception.

You see what I mean, Mr Graham?

If you let Mr Kuvetli into our secret,

you destroy your only chance of returning to America alive.

It's a solemn thought, isn't it?

-KNOCKING

-Graham?

-KNOCKING

-Graham?

Come to the wall. I'm in the next cabin.

Well?

This is Kuvetli. We'll meet on the well deck in five minutes.

Wait there for me. It's best if our conversations are not overheard.

Er...all right.

-Where are you?

-Here, Graham.

If you're a Turkish agent, why didn't you tell me?

From Colonel Haki. I was to keep my identity secret until necessary.

-Did you know Muller was aboard?

-Not until I saw him talking to Banat.

Muller wants me to lay low in some private hospital for a while.

-Did you overhear that too?

-He underrates you.

He tried to persuade you to be murdered in a convenient way.

Oh. I'll be killed if I accept his proposal and I'll be killed if I don't.

Not necessarily. Go back to Muller. Tell him you agree to his suggestion.

-Tell him you do not trust me. Say I threatened you.

-What with? Death?

-That would be a little silly, wouldn't it?

-Not so silly, Graham. You must obey my orders.

-Well...

I'm a Turk, Graham. I fought with the Gazi for Turkish freedom.

I will give my life to protect our work. Do you think it strange that I should not hesitate to give yours?

-I guess not. I'll do anything you say.

-Good.

Tonight, after seeing Muller, go to your cabin and lock yourself in.

Tomorrow morning, before we dock, go to the cabin at the end of the corridor. Number 5.

Stay there. Muller and Banat will have to wait for you on the dock.

-I'll go earlier on the pilot boat to arrange for their arrest. Do you understand?

-Yes, I think I do.

You feel better now, hmm? Good luck, Graham.

-You have seen Kuvetli?

-Yes.

-Well?

-I've decided to accept your advice.

-At Kuvetli's suggestion?

-My own.

-Did he mention me by name?

-Yes. He warned me against you.

-How did you treat the warning?

-I'm ignoring it. I'll follow your plan.

-I don't trust him. We have to throw him off.

-Kuvetli will be no trouble.

The next he will hear of you is that you are suffering from typhus.

OUTBOARD ENGINE SPLUTTERS

HORN BLOWS

SHIP'S HORN RESPONDS

BELL RINGS

GRAMOPHONE STARTS TO PLAY

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

KNOCKING

-Good morning. May I speak to you?

-Of course. You look serious.

-I'll be back in a minute.

-In here.

-I need your help.

-Certainly.

-Can you take a message for me?

-All right.

Mr Matthews, in a way...

at the moment, I'm at the joint services of the Allied governments.

When I get off the ship, I may be killed by German agents.

-You're in the secret service?

-I want you to go to the Turkish consul. Will you?

-What's the message?

Tell him to tell Colonel Haki...

-Haki.

-H-A-K-I, in Istanbul...

-Istanbul.

-..that I'm in trouble.

-Is that all?

-Well...

In the event of my death, ask him to notify the American consul.

Of course, Mr Graham.

-I'd like to say something about my wife.

-Oh, I understand. One doesn't confide these things. I'm not a fool.

-Let's take our revolvers...

-Wait! Did you say you had a revolver?

-No, I haven't got a revolver.

-Oh.

-But I thought, of course, that you had. I'm sorry, Mr Graham.

I'll deliver your message though.

Thanks.

She will come back. You don't understand, eh?

-What?

-She is very pretty, no? But she has no sense. Women do not understand business.

I am Josette's partner so I have an interest in Josette. You wish to marry her?

-What?

-I do not give her up for nothing. Together, Josette and me, we earn 2,000 francs a week.

-Look...

-But I will...

-Have you got a revolver?

-A revolver?

-Yes.

-You do not believe we earn 2,000 francs a week?

-Sure. Only...

Why don't we all get off the boat together and discuss this later?

-Well, cheri, is everything settled?

-He wants us to meet him later.

-No...

-The car is waiting, Mr Graham.

Go on, cheri. We'll all meet later.

-Excuse me.

-We will join you on the dock.

Mr Graham.

I'm sorry about the gun, Mr Graham, but I do have a knife.

Please take it.

-I know. Take it anyway.

-Thanks.

-One thing more.

I have this.

-I don't know what I'll do with that.

-Nor do I but I put a point on it.

-Good morning.

-Goodbye. I'll be discreet.

-Discreet?! What about?

We are going to blow up the Bank of England, seize Parliament and set up a communist government.

-You should not say such things even as a joke!

-A joke?! Wait till we shoot them down!

-Someone might hear!

Let them hear!

-Goodbye, Mr Graham. Good luck.

-Thank you.

Sorry.

I haven't seen Mr Kuvetli today.

-I hope everything's going to be all right.

-This way, please, Mr Graham.

HE SPEAKS GERMAN

CAR HORN BLARES

-HE SPEAKS GERMAN

-Flat tyre.

HORN SOUNDS

HORN SOUNDS CONTINUOUSLY

HORSES WHINNY

Is Mrs Howard Graham registered here?

THEY SPEAK GERMAN

-Room 55. She arrived this morning.

-May I speak to her, please?

-Who shall I say is calling?

-Her husband.

-Hello, Stephanie? This is Howard.

-'Howard?! Come on up!'

-Where's the elevator?

-Here, sir.

-Stephanie.

-Howard, darling!

It's wonderful to see you. But darling, what happened to you?

I'll tell you all about it in the tub.

-Oh, your company representative's here, Mr Ridgeley.

-Bill Ridgeley!

-We've looked all over for you!

-We'll talk about it later. Bill.

-Howard.

-You are late.

-Better late than never. That's what I always say.

If you gentlemen will excuse me... you must have a lot to talk about.

It was very stupid of you to come here, Mr Graham. Let's get this over with as quickly as possible.

< Howard...

< Oh, Howard...

Yes, Stephanie.

If you and Mr Ridgeley have business to talk over, don't worry about me.

I'm invited downstairs for a cocktail.

I am perfectly willing to spare your wife.

..I couldn't really refuse. You'll forgive me, Mr Ridgeley?

Where are you going, dear? >

Mrs Graham, may I present a business associate, Mr Banat?

-How do you do, Mr Banat.

-Oh, and Mr Graham, Mr Banat.

-I hate to take your husband away, Mrs Graham.

-I'm getting used to it.

Besides, I have company. A charming gentleman. He flew with me from Istanbul. Colonel Haki.

HE SPEAKS GERMAN

Mrs Graham, would you do your husband a favour and come with me?

-It will only be a moment.

-I don't understand.

-I will explain later.

Would you go to the lobby and hold Colonel Haki there?

-Of course, if you put it that way.

-Thank you.

-SHE SPEAKS GEORGIAN

-Come in. Come in.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello.

-Is this Mr Graham's room?

-Yes.

-Is this Mr Graham?

-Yes.

-The clerk asked if I wanted to speak to Mr and Mrs Graham. That would mean you are married?

-Yes.

Do not be embarrassed. We can still be friends.

Well...

-You think I'm angry. You don't believe me. Gogo is coming to settle matters but I will stop him.

-No...

-No, don't do that.

-It's the best way. Goodbye, Mr Graham. All men are not sincere.

SHE SPEAKS GEORGIAN

All through already?

SHE REPLIES IN GEORGIAN

GUNSHOT

GUNSHOT

Have you seen Colonel Haki? Just a moment ago.

-HE SHOUTS IN GERMAN

-A crazy man just shot at me!

He's crazy!

HE SPEAKS GEORGIAN That's terrible!

What's happened? A man has fallen into the street.

Ah! It's Mr Ridgeley! It's Professor Haller.

Graham! Look out!

GUNSHOT

GUNSHOT

Howard! Is that you up there, Howard?

Have you gone crazy?

Howard Graham, you come right down off of that ledge out of that rain before you catch your death of cold!

Subtitles by Angela Clarke BBC - 1998

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