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John Eardsley, Harry Lucas. You're under arrest.
What are you talking about?
-We've found the diamonds. -Diamonds? What diamonds?
Diamonds you stole from Van Zandt Company.
Van Zandt's? We've never even been to Van Zandt's.
Okay, gentlemen, the party's over.
Okay, just-- Just get him. Let's go.
-What's going on? -It's all dealt with. There's no trouble.
Look at us, Valerie. We're in Cairo.
Cairo, the land of the pyramids.
How can you sit there and read that book?
-This is the place for adventure. -There is no adventure in real life.
That's why they write these books.
And I'm still not speaking to you.
-Come on, it was an accident. -It was not.
You deliberately put us on the wrong plane. Two weeks in Europe wasn't enough for you.
-Eleven countries in 12 days. -Not enough adventure.
Food poisoning in Spain, allergy attack in Holland.
So now we're gonna miss our Buffalo connection at JFK...
...and be late to work on Monday.
Somehow I think the mall will survive without us.
I take my job seriously.
Renting R-rated movies to 11-year-olds?
And you should too.
If I never take another picture of a screaming baby again, it'll be too soon.
I am not speaking to you, Anne Beddingfeld.
Valerie, you're too weird.
Look, it's different for you.
You have Wayne and your family.
Me, I have nobody to go back to.
There goes that man again.
What do you think? Greek smuggler or Albanian defector?
I can't just sit here. I have to go look around.
Well, take this with you because I'm not watching it.
I can't carry this and take pictures.
And if you get lost or mugged don't expect me to come to your rescue.
Thanks.
This is your last call for airline flight 355 to London.
She deserves Wayne.
No!
Let me through, I'm a doctor. Get out of the-- Get out of the way.
I'm a doctor.
-Is he alive? -I'm trying to find out.
Ambulance! Somebody get an ambulance, quickly.
Somebody call an ambulance. Hurry!
What are you doing?
Come back here.
Get away from there. Go on.
What are you--? What are you--? Let go of me!
I want the American Embassy!
Why would I wanna kill him?
I didn't know him. I didn't know him, I had never met him.
I had never seen him before.
-This is crazy. Will you listen to me? -Look, look.
You called for the U.S. Cavalry and I'm here, okay?
Now, why don't you just sit down someplace like right over here, and relax.
-Don't you want me to explain--? -Now, be a good girl. Let me do the talking.
Is that the guy's stuff?
He was-- He was American. That's his passport.
I can read it to you if you like. I can read....
"Leo Carton." His name was Leo Carton.
Yeah.
What's this?
Musk. He reeked of it.
"The Van Zandt."
He worked for the Van Zandt Company.
That's the diamond people, yes?
-Van Zandt? -Van Zandt.
Van Zandt, yes.
Oh, yeah. Beautiful woman.
Yes, yes.
Wait a minute.
-Hello? -That piece of paper....
That paper the man took, I've got it in my purse.
Hello? Sir?
Tall man?
Excuse me, sorry.
Hello?
-Look, we're out of here. -Oh, there you are. Listen-- I have-- I--
What about the dead man? Aren't you gonna do something?
-Like what? -Like find out what happened?
-Suicide. -No, it wasn't suicide.
The man was frightened. He saw somebody coming towards him.
-I'm sure he recognized him. -You happened to get a look?
No, I didn't get a look at it, but it wasn't suicide, I know it wasn't.
-You can't tell that guy's family. -He doesn't have a family.
How do you know that? You don't know that.
You didn't know his name.
My God, that's her. The picture in the wallet.
-You gotta get out of here. -I saw her in the dead man's wallet.
-Forget about it. -No, no, listen to me, listen.
There was something funny when he started to examine the body.
He said he was a doctor, he went for the heart.
He went on the wrong side.
I also know he tried to steal the guy's wallet.
He tried to run away. I didn't catch up with him.
You finished? This is the name of the hotel.
And this is the details on the plane.
I made all the arrangements. Now stop trying to be a detective.
Go to bed. Get on the plane tomorrow morning...
-You don't understand. -...and go home.
-I can't go now. -We contacted your friend.
-Did you see that woman? -And she knows you're safe.
-And she's already gone back to the States. -I don't wanna leave now.
The adventure hasn't started yet.
There's got to be a mystery man in this story.
The arrogant but sensitive hero...
...whose piercing stare makes a woman tremble with savage desire.
Excuse me, do you speak English?
-Of course. -Oh, good.
-Who is she? -Anita, the nightclub singer.
-What happened to her? -She was killed yesterday by pistol...
...at the villa of Sir Eustace Pedler.
-Did Pedler kill her? -Oh, no, I believe not.
"Sir Eustace Pedler is currently in London...
...and his villa is for sale.
The police are seeking for a man in a brown suit...
...who was seen running from the villa directly after the murder of Anita. "
A man in a brown suit?
There is an adventure here.
I beg your pardon?
A hundred dollars in traveler's checks...
...$800 on my credit card...
...this carryon bag with everything I have in the world...
...and the clothes on my back. What more could a body need?
You are a very strange woman.
Musk.
Musk? Musk!
The man in the brown suit was trying to steal this.
It must be very important.
It must be at the very heart of the adventure.
What should I do?
Go home and play it safe?
Or stay here and live on the edge?
What?
God willing.
You go or you stay, it shall be what God wills.
Kilmorden Castle?
Kilmorden Castle is a cruise ship. Here's a brochure if you want.
Yes, that's what my friends must have meant.
There's a sailing-- Excuse me..
There's a sailing on Tuesday.
-Can you make arrangements for me? -Of course.
It's a very small ship, they may be full.
How much is a cabin?
Two thousand dollars for first class.
What's second class?
Fifteen hundred dollars.
-Is there steerage? -It's called tourist.
Thirteen hundred and fifty dollars.
Do you want me to book it?
Can you cash this ticket in for me?
Underhill.
I'm going to need a very good reason from you for keeping me waiting.
Terribly sorry, Sir Eustace. The plane from Washington was delayed.
Oh, yes, I'm sure, likely story. A likely story.
I was beginning to wonder if I wasn't gonna have to make the whole-- The whole trip...
...wearing the same clothes, just as I am.
With no one to unpack for me.
Sir Eustace Pedler.
The owner of the villa where Anita was killed.
Can't just be a coincidence.
-May I take your bag to your cabin? -No, no, no, your hands are unclean.
No one touches this precious cargo but myself.
I never let it out of my sight.
-Sir Eustace. -Suzy, my darling girl.
Oh, how sweet of you to ask me.
I know we're just gonna have a wonderful time.
Yes, indeed, we are.
Oh, captain, may I introduce you to la Contessa de Gianakis.
Honey, you're behind the times. It's Mrs. Blair now.
Oh, it's not. Is it really? You're a very naughty girl.
You promised next time you got married would be to me.
Hold that thought because Mr. Blair's already history.
Is he really? Is he really? I say. How many is that?
Well, let's see. There was Roth, and then Faldo...
...and then de Chabrier, and then the Count Gianakis...
...and then my Texan, Mr. Blair.
Makes it about five, doesn't it?
-Yes, it does indeed. -Well, Sir Eustace.
Long time no see. Hello.
We'll have to dip our toes in a couple of Scotches and chew on old times.
Oh, yes, yes, indeed.
Can't wait to start dipping and chewing, my dear...
...whoever you are.
Mr. Race. What are you doing here?
I'm on vacation. Why aren't you on your way home?
Well, it seemed a shame to come all the way here and not see anything.
So I decided to stick around and take a few hundred pictures.
Yeah, well, you do that carefully.
-This isn't Buffalo. -You promise?
Hello, captain.
Captain? I'm the Reverend Chichester. How are--?
Go away, go away, you filth, you slime.
No, my Bibles.
My precious, precious Bibles.
Not one arrogant, sensitive hero in the bunch.
Here she is. Sugar, where have you been?
I've been looking all over for you.
I was convinced I'd die sooner if I stayed in my bunk.
Oh, you did look sick yesterday.
Mr. Race and I thought we were gonna have the excitement of a burial at sea.
But now you've disappointed us.
It's my cabin. There's no porthole.
And the air conditioning died at 4 this morning.
Are you telling me you're not in first class?
No wonder you're sick. You have to move up immediately.
Thanks for the suggestion...
...but I don't think you can move on ship like this.
Yes, you can. I did. I am now cozily residing in cabin 71.
-It must cost more to move. -Don't worry.
I'll take care of it. By the way, I'm Suzy Blair.
I think you met Gordon Race.
I'm Anne Beddingfeld. I-- I couldn't possibly let you do that.
Oh, nonsense.
Listen, I've spent two days on this overgrown ferryboat...
...trying to find a woman with more on her mind than hair spray.
You're my last hope.
Well, thank you very much, I-- I just couldn't possibly let you pay it.
I know the captain. Something can be arranged.
Okay? Look, then you have to come to lunch with us.
You gotta eat something. Come on.
Underhill, much as I enjoy your company close to me at all times...
...that does not extend to having your typewriter...
...your files and your notebooks in my cabin.
Of course, Sir Eustace. I completely understand.
-I'll make arrangements in the morning. -No, immediately.
Yes, Sir Eustace.
Splendid fellow.
-A zealous man, your secretary. -Yes, yes.
"Zealous." Very good word for Underhill.
And painstaking and hard-working and admirable...
...and I don't know a person who annoys me more.
Are you a zealous man, Reverend Chichester?
Oh, I hope so.
God has set me a formidable task:
To conquer lust.
To cause us all to love each other innocently.
Yes. Well, I'm sure you're the man for the job.
It must have been terrible, that singer getting killed in your villa.
Oh, it was. Absolutely awful.
And I resented it highly. There she was, killed. I mean, shot.
Right there in my garden. Awful.
And do you know something?
As they carried the body out...
...they got blood all over the Kashmiri.
All over the houseboy?
No, no, Suzy, the carpet.
Mind you, I suppose sensational events do have their place in the world.
But that place is not my life.
Yeah, you were in London when it happened?
On the day of the murder, well, yes. Well, according to Underhill, I was.
I don't even know this Anita woman. I mean, who was she?
-I'd never heard of her. -Neither did I.
I don't know why the Egyptian press insists on calling her "famous."
"Infamous" is more like it.
Anita's best performances took place outside the spotlight.
Whatever do you mean, Gordon?
She was a blackmailer, a swindler and a thief.
And probably never wrote her mother.
-Good. -Smart money says...
-...she worked for the Colonel. -Who's the Colonel?
Somebody every government would like to find.
He's into drugs for guns, and guns for gold, and gold for drugs...
-...but nobody can touch him. -Make him sound like Professor Moriarty.
If the man in the brown suit killed Anita, then he must be the Colonel.
Oh, it's all just a tall tale, isn't it, Gordon?
No, I don't have that kind of imagination.
No, I'm sure you don't.
You know what, sweetheart, I talked to the captain.
He said number seven is just standing vacant.
-You can have it any time you want. -Oh, Suzy.
Can you spin straw into gold too?
-What are you doing? -I'm taking possession of my office.
Oh, no, no, no. This is my new accommodation.
-You must be mistaken. -I don't make mistakes.
You don't make mistakes? You must be divine.
Man born of woman is full of sin.
That may be so, vicar, but you're interfering.
-Get out of my way. -You put your hands upon a man of God?
-Let go of me. -You are unclean, you filth...
...you're full of pride and lust.
If you don't release me immediately, I shall report you.
You may report me to the Royal Marines if you wish.
-It's still my cabin. -It is not.
Hi, guys.
What died?
Hello, hello? Is something wrong?
Can't you smell? It's a rat, if rats get that big.
Oh, how dreadful, madam.
We shall move you to another cabin directly, madam.
That would be very nice.
Just in case Ben has relatives.
"January 22nd."
Seven...
...11...
...22.
Cabin number seven.
Eleven o'clock.
On the 22nd.
It's an appointment.
An appointment someone doesn't want me to keep.
Hello, we think you'll be much happier in cabin 36, madam.
-It's much more romantic-- -I'm not moving.
-You can't stay here. -I'll open the window...
-...the portholes, air the place out. -No, no, no.
-Yes, it's fine. -Are you sure?
Thanks so much for your help.
-I appreciate it. -Really?
Yes.
It's going to be him. I know it.
I've got an appointment with my mystery man.
It must have been 11 a.m.
I've missed it. Darn.
You gotta hide me.
-What? -They're trying to kill me.
Hello, I'm so sorry to disturb you.
There's been a man wandering the corridors, had a bit too much to drink.
I was wondering if he'd burst in on you.
No. Nobody here but me. But thank you so much for worrying.
-Are you sure? -Oh, yes.
-Good night. -Really?
Keep still, please.
-Thanks, I don't need anything done for me. -You don't? This is really deep.
-Let me put something on it. -You'll do nothing of the kind.
You barge in here and start telling me what to do?
Well, I can relieve you of my presence.
Don't be silly.
You wanna go bleeding all over the ship?
Nobody has a right to be that good-looking.
Who are you?
Sorry.
-Who stabbed you? -Some woman.
A woman? Why?
Does it have something to do with the appointment?
-That's why you're in cabin seven, isn't it? -Why are you in cabin seven?
-That means-- -I know what it means.
That should do for now.
-We have to have the ship's doctor look at-- -No doctor.
Would you please tell me what's going on?
-I'm sorry I can't satisfy your curiosity. -Why not?
If you want the world to know anything, just tell a woman.
You think I'd tell anyone?
-I've no doubt of it. -How dare you.
-I saved your life. -I wish you hadn't. I'd be better off dead.
I know who you are. You're the man in the brown suit.
Are you gonna sit here quietly, let me walk out of here?
Or am I gonna have to do something unpleasant?
I'm going to sit here quietly and let you walk out of here.
Smart move.
I didn't kill Anita.
She was dead when I got to Pedler's villa.
Why would any woman wanna stab you?
Why would anybody do this?
I don't have anything.
I don't have anything...
...but somebody was looking for something else.
Somebody was looking for something else...
...and I'm right in the middle of it.
What could it be?
Oh, that's too hard. Too many possibilities.
Who was looking?
That's the way to go.
No, no, you filth, you slime.
Nasty Reverend Chichester because he tried to get this cabin.
I'll make arrangements this afternoon.
So did Underhill.
No, immediately.
But Underhill works for Sir Eustace Pedler.
Maybe he was just following orders.
Well, you do that carefully.
This isn't Buffalo.
What about the delicious Mr. Race?
He didn't seem too happy to see me again.
Seven's just standing vacant. It's yours whenever you want.
Suzy. Suzy.
It's hard to believe.
But she has been awfully friendly.
Maybe she's just trying to get close to find it...
...whatever it is.
No. That doesn't make any sense.
She got me this cabin.
I didn't kill Anita.
There's always the man in the brown suit.
But when he came here, somebody had tried to kill him.
Somebody did murder Anita.
And if it wasn't the man in the brown suit--
And it wasn't.
--then this could also be a list of murder suspects.
I think this adventure is getting a little more serious than I had in mind.
Come on, come on. One more.
All right, one more. One more. Just one more.
All right, let's go.
-I'm falling out of my costume. -Oh, I love it.
No use wearing masks. Everybody knows who everybody is.
Can't deny that, my love.
We should be wearing masks.
-Mind if I cut in? -No.
-Have you been in Africa very long? -Oh, years and years.
Are you mostly concerned with preaching, or do you work in the fields as well?
In the fields, of course.
Why is Suzy paying attention to that fellow, and who is that fellow?
He talks to me as though I should know him.
You do, sir. We were all interrogated together in Kimberley.
By George, yes.
Absolutely right.
Good heavens.
That-- That horrendous day. The Van Zandt Company, right?
Yes, I blocked it-- Blocked it straight out of my mind.
Mind you, it will make a wonderful chapter in my memoirs, eh?
These world travelers are making fun of me.
This is my first trip outside the States.
Really? Well, well, what a coincidence.
It's Underhill's first trip to the United States.
Yes, he just finished. He just got back.
Yes, he was going on and on and on about Watergate and Smithsonian...
-...I said, "Well, go, man. Go." -Did you like it?
Yes. It-- It was very nice. Very interesting.
So have you taken a lot of pictures so far?
Many, many, many.
You know, the meter on my camera isn't working.
Do I open the shutter wide to f22 in the sunlight?
Well, you mean f2. The numbers run the other way.
So f22 is the smallest opening.
Oh, is it? Oh, yeah, that's right. I always get that mixed up.
Sweetheart, I just love you in that getup.
-Thank you, Suzy. -Very fetching.
Still, of course, no one outshines the king of rock'n'roll.
-It was the last outfit in my size. -Oh, come on, Underhill.
Are you sure this isn't a cry from your true inner self...
...to break free and boogie?
"Break free and boogie." I have no idea what that means...
...but it doesn't sound like anything that I'd ever undertake.
-You look like you're covered in diamonds. -Diamonds.
Whenever I hear the word diamonds, I think of Kimberley.
-Kimberly who? -Not who, darling. Where.
Kimberley in Africa. Where the diamonds come from.
And where I met Sir Eustace and Underhill.
-Under some rather trying circumstances. -Yes, indeed.
Oh, Gordon, I think I sense one of your fascinating stories coming up.
And if it has anything to do with diamonds, you have my rapt attention.
Diamonds have a leading role.
It was several years ago. I happened to be in Kimberley...
...and a friend arranged a tour of the Van Zandt diamond mines.
Sir Eustace and Underhill were also on the tour.
As we watched the men sorting the diamonds...
...some of the packets fell to the floor...
...and Sir Eustace helped pick them up.
Indeed, indeed. A civil gesture I shall regret for the rest of my life.
-Why? -I'll tell you why.
Because that very afternoon...
...when they took the packets to the bank to be checked...
...they found that one of the packets contained nothing but sugar cubes.
-Sugar cubes? -Sugar cubes?
-Sugar cubes. -Sugar cubes.
Indeed, indeed.
And because I had personally handled this particular sacrosanct packet...
...I was, naturally, primary suspect.
I was seized. Not only was I arrested...
...but I was stripped to the buff.
You poor thing.
You can imagine, I was only too happy...
...and relieved when the real culprit was, in fact, apprehended.
An anonymous telephone call directed the police to two young adventurers.
The diamonds were found in their hotel room.
They followed the men to a nightclub. I was there.
Claimed they didn't do it, but the evidence was against them.
Would have gotten 20 years...
...but one of them had a rich father...
-...a lord named Eardsley, and they got off. -Eardsley?
Oh, I think I know the rest of the story.
Why, John Eardsley was one of my dearest friends.
In fact, he was almost husband number three.
Why, he was heartbroken when it happened.
He died just three months after that.
What happened to the boys?
In point of fact, they swore that they had been framed.
That someone had planted the Van Zandt diamonds...
...in place of pink diamonds they told everyone they found in Brazil.
They went back to Brazil to look for diamonds to prop up their claim.
And that's where the story comes to a sudden end.
Indians, or something equally absurd, was it?
Local feds said they had put enough arrows in Eardsley...
...to mate him with a porcupine.
-Yeah, and then they burnt him to a crisp. -Gordon, must you be so graphic?
Ladies and gentlemen...
...it's my pleasure to announce the winner of tonight's costume ball.
For the best costume, the winner is Sir Eustace Pedler.
-Well. -Oh, how nice.
-Congratulations. -Don't really deserve it.
-You do. -I'll go and get my prize.
Thank you.
I think I'll go get my camera...
...and take pictures of everyone in their costumes.
-What do you think you're doing? -Looking for you.
-Who are you? -Who are you?
What's so funny?
Are you all right? How's your shoulder?
Why didn't you report me?
-You told me you didn't kill anyone. -You believe everything you're told?
-It's the truth, isn't it? -Yes, it's the truth.
Why were you going through the pockets of that dead guy, Carton?
Because I thought he had something that belonged to me.
-What was it? -That's my business.
Okay. Then who's Anita?
-Carton's wife. -I knew it.
Everything is connected to everything else.
You wanna tell me the name of the game that you're playing?
Anne?
Anne. Anne.
Honey, I've been looking everywhere for you.
What--? You know what?
You're up to something. Don't tell me you're not.
Now, I get crazy if I don't know what's going on.
I'm dying to tell somebody. Can I trust you?
I am a blood relation of General Robert E. Lee.
Well, what do you think? Pretty exciting, huh?
Well, pretty dangerous, I would say.
I mean, I have no idea what they might be looking for.
Whatever it is, I share your feeling...
...that it sent poor Anita and her husband to the Pearly Gates.
As for your man in the brown suit...
...I think he read that note before he dropped it...
...and was trying to keep the same appointment you were.
-With Chichester or Underhill? -Maybe neither one of them.
Maybe they were both trying to get into cabin number seven...
...so they could keep the same appointment.
They both make real good murder suspects.
Underhill's mysterious trip to Washington...
...is a very shaky alibi for the shooting at Pedler's villa.
And Chichester's a white-faced liar.
If he spent two days in the African sun, I'm the queen of Romania.
I knew her.
-What? -Do you still have that note?
Oh, let me see.
Well, honey. Hey, Anne, sugar, look at that.
That's not a period after that seven, that's just a flaw in the paper.
So if you read this according to the spacing...
...look, it's "71, 1, 22 Kilmorden Castle."
Suzy.
It suddenly occurs to me that a woman stabbed the man in the brown suit.
And if 71 is a cabin, it's yours.
I still cannot believe that you would ever think I could stab anybody.
-Well, you were in cabin 71. -I told you, I changed cabins.
Besides, Sir Eustace invited me on this jaunt.
-It wasn't my idea. -Suzy, I'm sorry.
It's just, at his point, I suspect everybody.
-Not the delicious Mr. Race, I hope. -Why not?
Rumor has it, he's CIA.
-Do you think it's true? -I don't know.
Of course, embassy staffs are just crawling with spies.
And he knew all that stuff about Anita.
Anyway, I find him terribly attractive.
Suzy, are you shopping for husband number six?
Honey, every woman, whether she knows it or not...
...thinks that every man she meets is a possible husband.
Either for herself or her best friend.
-In what century? -Am I being passé?
I marry all of them.
-Have you known Pedler for long? -I just met him two or three times.
-How did he make his money? -He didn't. He inherited it.
-Oh, steward? -Yes, madam?
Would you do me a favor and ask my stewardess...
...to put fresh towels in number seven?
There are no stewardesses, madam.
There has to be at least one. She was in my cabin the other night.
There are no stewardesses, madam.
-The line does not hire female attendants. -Chauvinists.
Suzy, the woman who stabbed the man in the brown suit...
...is the stewardess who doesn't exist.
Oh, baby, we're hot now.
You can see on the chart where we are.
Here's Mombasa, which is our next port of call.
Oh, I see. Isn't that fascinating. You know so much.
Oh, by the way, I'm curious...
...could you tell me who had my cabin before I got it, number 71?
-Could you look that up? -Oh, I don't even have to look that up.
Number 71 was booked by Anita Carton.
Somebody else already asked...
...only they had the name and wanted the number.
-Who asked? -Another American. Mr. Race.
Oh, what can these numbers mean?
We've added them up, we've multiplied them...
...we've done everything but barbecue them.
It's a location.
Cabin number 71 ...
...something one...
...something 22.
Do you mean like latitude and longitude?
-Suzy. -What?
Come here.
-What did you find? -Come-- Come here, come here.
What?
-Row number one. -Yeah.
Tile number...
...19, 20, 21 ...
...22.
-I think you found it. I think you found it. -Okay.
Come on.
It's coming, it's coming.
-You want me to do it? -No, it's okay.
It's coming, wait.
Take this with my....
Let me have it.
Musk.
The man from the airport was here.
It's unexposed.
Oh, my dear. Diamonds.
Oh, aren't they pretty. Oh, and pink ones.
Pink ones are so rare.
You know what occurs to me?
Whoever it was who tore up your room was looking for these diamonds...
...must have seen the note...
...made the same mistake we did about the seven and the 71.
All right, that brings us to the only other person we know of...
...who has seen this note: the man in the brown suit.
The man killed at the airport, Carton...
...must have put these here for Anita.
Yeah, that figures. So what?
He worked at the Van Zandt Company.
I saw his business card at the police station.
Maybe he stole them.
What does that have to do with the man in the brown suit...
-...and why he murdered Anita? -He didn't.
She was already dead when he got there.
Aren't we being just a bit protective of a wanted felon?
What are we gonna do with these? I suggest we give them to Gordon.
After what the captain said?
-Gordon's probably the one looking for them. -What?
We had the weirdest discussion about photography last night.
He kept getting everything wrong and waiting for me to correct him.
It was like he was checking me to see if I am who I say I am.
Well, isn't that what CIA agents are supposed to do, honey?
-Check everybody out? -Among other things.
I suppose we could give them to the captain.
Why do we have to give them to anyone?
My guess is these have something to do with the Van Zandt robbery.
Well, of course, obviously.
Don't you realize whoever is looking for these little gems is a murderer?
By keeping them, we put ourselves in the briar patch.
Not "us," me.
This isn't your problem. I'll hide them somewhere.
Sure, with half the ship skulking around through your cabin on a semi-regular basis?
I hardly think so. No, sir, I will hide them.
And I happen to know the perfect place.
Even customs won't be able to find them.
Are you sure you wanna to do this?
Are you sure you want to?
Seems to me your little adventure has gotten out of hand, honey.
-I know, but.... -But what?
Your persistence wouldn't have anything to do with an attractive young man...
...who's given to wearing brown suits and desert nightgowns, would it?
Well, you don't expect me...
...to just up and walk out in the middle of the picture, now, do you?
Besides, I haven't even finished my popcorn yet.
I see.
You described poor John Eardsley's death the other night...
...but you never did say what happened to Harry Lucas.
Eardsley's buddy? They never found him.
Best guess is the Indians carted him off for brunch.
Are you saying what I think you're saying?
Oh, Gordon, please. Really.
Did you find time to visit the Vietnam Memorial...
-...when you were in Washington? -Yes. Yes, of course I did.
It's a spectacular view from the top, isn't it?
You did find time to climb all the way up to the top, right?
Certainly I did. It was very tiring but well worth the effort.
Harry Lucas is presumed dead.
Guy Underhill spent his time in Washington climbing the Vietnam Memorial...
...which has no stairs.
In Kimberley during the robbery, not in Washington during the murder.
Our Mr. Underhill is starting to smell like week-old sweet potato pie.
I snuck into Pedler's cabin and looked at his memoirs.
He wrote about Gordon's story about the diamonds...
...he wrote about my legs.
Really boring.
I can't wait for the first edition.
Moonlight.
Music.
Come on, mystery man, it's your cue.
I speak. He enters.
Help me!
Help!
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Wait for-- Wait for me.
-Did he get away? -Yes.
-Well, who was it? -Didn't you see?
-No, didn't you? -Why should someone try to kill you?
-Who are you? -Who are you?
We've already had this conversation.
Somebody actually tried to kill me. Somebody tried to make me dead.
What's the matter, game getting too real for you?
It's all right. You're okay.
Are you, by any chance, looking for diamonds?
Diamonds? How did you know?
Yes, I am looking for diamonds.
They were found in Brazil some years ago. But now they're lost.
And so am I.
The two boys went back to Brazil to look for more diamonds.
Suzy said Harry Lucas is presumed dead.
You're Harry Lucas!
You're Harry.
How do you do that?
Hey, Underhill.
Love the shiner.
What was it? Little doorknob or big husband?
Neither. He got it trying to throw me overboard last night.
-I beg your pardon? -You tried to kill me.
Just a minute, just a minute. Did you give him that black eye?
-I wish I had! -The woman's raving mad.
It happened late last night.
I'd been photocopying Sir Eustace's memoirs, when I saw someone...
...behaving suspiciously outside Mr. Race's cabin.
I followed whoever it was around the corner and suddenly he hit me...
...then he ran off before I saw him.
-I'm gonna wring your neck. -After him! That's him, the swine.
After him, the swine! The swine!
After him! That's him, the swine!
That's him! Out of my way, you cow!
Go after him! That's him!
Go after him!
That was the man in the brown suit!
Can you imagine it? A murderer in our very midst!
And those slackers refuse to go after him.
I shall notify the Mombasa police immediately.
Out of my way.
Imagine that? Right in our very midst.
Impertinence of that fellow.
The impertinence of him. I mean, killing somebody in my villa.
Then he has the temerity to join me here on holiday.
I'll tell you one thing:
He will not insinuate himself aboard my private railway car, I do assure you of that.
-You're getting off here? -Oh yes, yes.
Well, we all are. I mean, everyone at my table.
I've invited them to join me, you see. How about you?
Would you care for a leisurely journey by train to Thompsons Falls?
Oh, Gordon. Do come along.
-I accept. -Good, good.
Are you including Chichester?
No, no, no, just-- Alas....
No, the padre has to continue the-- The trip...
...to the final port of call. Apparently, Dar es Salaam.
Thanks for the invitation, it's awfully nice of you...
...but I-- I'm afraid I can't afford it.
Well, now, you see, being a thoughtful man...
...I have other contingencies, for instance:
Underhill has to stay here and do some business for me.
So I was thinking of asking you to be my secretary.
But, Sir Eustace, don't you think she's rather unsuitable?
Underhill, my dear chap...
...good legs...
...are never unsuitable.
Yes, well...
...thanks again, but these legs are gonna finish the cruise and go home.
How did Chichester recognize Harry Lucas as the man in the brown suit?
I don't know how that old fuddy-duddy recog--
-You mean he had to be at Pedler's villa. -Exactly!
Which makes him the murderer. And if he's going to Dar es Salaam, so am I.
Well, what do you hope to accomplish by that?
Harry Lucas did not murder Anita...
...and I'm gonna follow Chichester around until he helps me prove it.
Like what? Kill you?
Where are the diamonds?
Here.
You find them yourself.
The same assumption that led customs down the garden path.
Look on the outside. Everybody looks on the inside.
-That's positively criminal. -I know, isn't it?
Although I prefer to think of it as thrifty.
Do you know the difference between Brazilian and South African diamonds?
I'm good, but I'm not that good.
Harry said he was looking for Brazilian diamonds.
Maybe these are the stones he and John Eardsley said were stolen...
...from them in Kimberley.
Maybe we've got what he needs to prove his innocence.
Sounds to me like your "maybes" take an awful lot of faith, honey.
I've got the faith, all I need to find is Harry.
Could we drop this for a little while? Honey, I'm just dying to buy something.
-Let's shop. -I don't know.
Come on, I'll buy you something. Come on.
Suzy, do you know how expensive that was?
I know it, I know it. No, thank you. I could have gotten it for less.
I just didn't feel like haggling.
No, thank you. No, thank you.
Gordon and I are gonna meet for a drink. Do you wanna join us?
-Oh, no, thanks. -Oh, come on.
I'm sure you can handle him on your own. I'll just....
I'll wander around and take some pictures before I have to get back to the boat.
Darling...
-...I'm gonna miss you. -I'll miss you.
-We'll call each other if anything happens. -Okay.
All right, bye, honey. Bye.
-I guess this is it. -I'll miss you.
-Bye. -Suzy....
Oh, thanks. Be careful.
One dollar, madam.
Well, well, well.
I always knew these things were instruments of torture.
I have put her in the room upstairs.
Oh, that's very good. Very good.
She won't be here long.
She won't be anywhere long.
-The Colonel will be here in the morning. -The Colonel.
He wants to squeeze her little brain.
Have the police caught the man in the brown suit yet?
No .
Who is this man?
It is a total mystery to me. I never saw him before in my life.
He was in the Colonel's way, so I put the police on to him.
Shall we have a look in on the lovely Miss America?
As you wish.
-It was Chichester! -It was. No doubt about it.
But that's nothing.
He works for the Colonel.
-Gordon's infamous Colonel? -Yes.
He didn't know who Harry was. He said he'd never met him before.
So he couldn't have been at Pedler's villa when Anita was killed.
The Colonel himself must have been there.
So it was the Colonel who told Chichester who Harry was.
The Colonel killed Anita.
And the Colonel had to be onboard the ship with us.
Exactly. Looking for the diamonds.
Looking for the diamonds. Looking for the diamonds.
That's why he had you kidnapped, he thought you had them.
So...
...who is the Colonel?
Well, simple logic dictates that the same man who tried to push you overboard...
...must have had you kidnapped. It has to be Underhill.
I agree.
But Underhill may only have been following orders.
Sir Eustace.
We have to split up. You go on the train...
...and follow Pedler and Race.
I'll tell everyone...
...I'm still going to Dar es Salaam in the boat, but I won't.
-I'll stay in Mombasa and follow Underhill. -Follow Underhill.
Oh, Lord, this is so exciting. I feel just like one of Charlie's Angels.
Lady, you buy something?
I'll take these.
Sorry, I changed my mind.
Railroad station, go!
Madam, the chickens!
Stop it! Stop that woman! Stop her now!
Anne?
Miss Beddingfeld. What an unexpected pleasure.
I've decided to take Sir Eustace up on his offer.
He's already hired somebody.
Matter of fact, he's dictating to her right now.
I think his plan is to keep her so swamped with work...
-...she'll never get out of that apartment. -Well, well, what have we here?
-Anne, my dear, dear girl. -Reporting for duty, Your Lordliness.
God bless us, everyone. I am delivered!
Do you know, that malicious Underhill has landed me with the most repellent...
...the most tyrannical...
-...the most-- -Miss Wilkie.
--beautifully conscientious secretary it's ever been my pleasure to employ?
Miss Wilkie.
What about what happened to Underhill?
I followed him to the bazaar.
But he sent the police after me, so I had to leave Mombasa.
Good Lord. So, what do we do now?
Well, after we leave the falls, we have to get back to Mombasa.
Ladies. Ladies, as you can see...
...these vendors vend rather cunning...
...and impossible-to-carry-about wooden figures.
Now, I'm sure you'll be tempted to purchase as many as you possible can...
...but I do beg you, beg you, to resist and desist.
There is no room, positively no room, in the Land Rover.
Miss Wilkie, don't dally, come with me.
-You buy statue? -I love these.
Look, I love these.
They're very nice.
Welcome, sir, to Thompsons Falls.
Now, be careful with my giraffe.
It is an extraordinary thing, you know, that I never, ever, seem to get any peace.
I am a man who likes a quiet life, I really do.
Like my club, like a rubber of bridge...
...like a well-cooked meal...
...and a sound wine. Gotta be sound.
I like Cairo in the wintertime and I like England in the summertime.
And I absolutely refuse, totally refuse, to get involved...
...in any of those strange, weird and wondrous things...
...that other people seem to enjoy.
Thank you.
I mean, to-- To illustrate--
To illustrate what I mean, I mean, just look-- Look at my life now.
At this moment.
There was a-- There was a young-- A young girl killed in my villa...
...man in a brown suit on the very same ship as me...
...and all I want is a quiet life, as I said.
-Good Lord! -That could have killed you!
-My God! -Are you all right?
Do you see what I mean? Did you see that? That illustrates what I was talking about.
Somebody did that deliberately.
Why should they do it deliberately? Why? Why should anyone wanna kill me? Why?
I must admit, at this particular moment, I feel in need of a lie-down.
-Of course you do. -I-- I must say, that was quite a shock.
-Yes. -I'll go back.
I'm sure it was just an accident.
I jump to conclusions about these things. Let's take you back to the hotel.
"Anne...
...I must see you...
...please come to the path above the falls.
In memory of the night you almost took a swan dive into the Indian Ocean.
The man in the brown suit."
Harry's here.
--when suddenly a huge boulder came tumbling down the rock cliff.
Coolly, I stepped out of the way...
...or I could have been annihilated on the spot.
Suzy and Anne were hysterical, but I calmed them with my masculine aplomb.
Harry!
Am I dead?
No.
It's a miracle. No broken bones, just a few scrapes and bruises.
I see you've been playing doctor again.
-Who are you? -Who are you?
-Where are we? -My home.
Until the police show up, that is.
I didn't write this.
No, I guess not.
I don't understand. Why did you respond?
-Because you said you were in trouble. -Why should you care?
How can you say that?
You've snatched me from the jaws of death twice now.
What happened at the falls? I wasn't pushed.
Somebody rearranged the stones marking the path.
They led you straight over the edge into infinity.
-And you were there to catch me. -Some branches caught you.
You had to be somewhere near the branches.
-How come? -I've been following your little group...
-...since you left the ship. -Oh, Harry--
Why didn't you tell me? I can help you. I know who killed Anita.
-And it was the Colonel. -What do you know about the Colonel?
-Well, I sort of know who he is. -Who?
Pedler's secretary, Guy Underhill.
-Why do you think that? -Well, for many reasons.
Mostly because you hit the man who tried to throw me overboard...
...and the next day, Guy Underhill had a black eye.
I slugged the man in the shoulder, not in the face.
Well...
...I can still help you.
I think I have the Brazilian diamonds.
-What? -Are they pink?
-Yes. -Well, then I have them.
I mean, I-- I don't have them on me.
I think you've already established that.
-But I do have them. -Where are they?
With Suzy. And they're yours to do whatever you want with.
On one condition.
Name it.
I get to hear the rest of the story.
Harry. Come on, we're just getting to the good part.
Well, Mr. Race's recitation ended in Brazil, as I recall.
When John and Harry were attacked by Indians.
John was killed but Harry got away.
And with his friend dead...
...he lost interest in clearing his name and everything else.
He drifted back to Africa and made his living...
...running an excursion boat near the Thompsons Falls.
One day at the hotel, he saw Anita's husband...
...who he recognized from Kimberley.
When he asked about him, he discovered he'd been a diamond sorter at Van Zandt's.
The man who was killed at the airport.
-Carton. -Exactly.
When he confronted Carton, he confessed...
...that Anita had stolen Harry's Brazilian diamonds...
...and replaced them with the ones stolen from Van Zandt's.
She gave six of the diamonds to the Colonel...
...but she kept four so she could blackmail the Colonel if she needed.
Those are the ones we found...
-...and the reason Anita was killed. -Yes.
Harry followed Carton until he found Anita.
But before he could talk to her, she was killed by the Colonel.
Why do you keep referring to yourself in the third person?
Because I think this has become a bedtime story.
Go to sleep, Anne.
I feel so relaxed here.
I'm like a different person.
It's Africa. It renews you.
I feel like Eve at the beginning of time.
Who am I? Adam...
...or the snake?
Maybe you're the apple.
-Well? -Nothing.
Nobody's heard from her. Nobody's seen her.
Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
I do blame myself most dreadfully, you know.
-I really do. -Good choice.
You should've raised a search party...
...the moment that guest reported a scream at the falls.
My dear chap...
...you do condemn me with hindsight.
When Suzy and I failed to locate you, as well as Anne...
...I naturally assumed that you and she had gone off somewhere together.
Which also, naturally, leads me to the question:
Where exactly were you last night?
Why should Colonel be afraid of your diamonds?
The police have a description of the diamonds, their color.
They're pink and unique and could prove that we were framed.
So you have the diamonds. Clear yourself.
I have to have all 10 diamonds before I go to the police...
...because of the original testimony. We said we had 10.
So we're back where we started from.
-It's hopeless. -Harry, don't give up now.
-Like I did before? -I didn't say that.
What are you doing with me? You're one of these batty women...
...rescues wounded birds and buries dead caterpillars?
-That's not very nice. -Well, I'm not very nice.
No, you're not.
You have to be nice.
I'm in love with you.
Oh, my God, you're alive.
Oh, honey. You came back. You came back.
Well, I know, of course you came back. I don't know why I was so concerned.
You always come back.
Sit down and talk to me.
-Who's this? -The warm and gracious...
...man in the brown suit, Harry Lucas. He saved my life.
-Oh, for goodness' sake. -How do you do?
Well, sit down and tell me all about it.
I'll explain later.
-Where is everyone? -Well, Sir Eustace and Miss Wilkie...
...went off to Cairo.
I hung around here in case you might show up.
Gordon stayed with me.
Matter of fact, we were just about to leave.
-Haven't we met before? -No, I don't think so.
Where are the diamonds?
They belong to Harry. They're going to help clear him.
Well, there might be just a slight problem.
-Why did you do that? -Because I didn't know where you were.
Or even if you were anymore.
What is it?
-A small inconvenience. -Define "small."
The diamonds are on their way to Cairo with Pedler.
We have to set a trap for the Colonel, whoever he is.
But who is he? Is he Pedler? Is he Underhill?
Or Race? One of them tried to kill me.
The thing to do is to go to Cairo and confront them all.
Well, I'm coming with you.
Game's over.
You lose.
So you're both connected to the Colonel.
I must say, I suspected Anne but you really had me fooled, Suzy.
I'm gonna have to hand you all over to the police.
Gordon, don't be ridiculous.
Although I must say, this does put me in a severe state of mixed emotions.
On one hand, I know you're not a criminal.
But on the other hand, you think I am.
Come on, it's a piece of cake. Give me chapter and verse on the Colonel...
...I'll have you back on the bayou before you know it.
You think Harry is the Colonel now? Why?
-Because of you. -Me?
When I bailed you out in Cairo I thought you were just a flaky citizen in a jam.
When you surfaced on Kilmorden Castle, started hanging out with Suzy...
...who happened to move into Anita's cabin...
...I started to think maybe you pushed Leo Carton in front of that taxi after all.
-What? -You kept appearing like a magician's rabbit.
And then disappearing.
And now you've materialized with the man in the brown suit.
It's taken me years, but at last:
The Colonel and his lieutenants.
Gordon, listen, I'm only on this cruise because Pedler invited me.
And I'd never laid eyes on this young man until a few minutes ago.
And as for Anne, she's been moving heaven and earth...
-...trying to find the Colonel herself. -Race, you're crazy.
The Colonel stole my diamonds.
I went to the villa to get them from Anita, but he killed her.
He pushed Anne overboard and I saved her.
He then sent her over the falls and I found her.
You say you've been looking for years.
Well, I was in Brazil all that time.
You must be the Colonel yourself.
That's right. When I went to the falls...
...Pedler was dictating to Miss Wilkie. I heard him.
Suzy was asleep, but you were nowhere to be found.
You must have pushed me.
Oh, Gordon, it's not true, is it?
Suzy, you have to believe I'd never do such a thing.
Here.
You're right, I am CIA.
I had to leave the hotel to use my phone...
...to report to my people in Cairo on the situation here.
It's when I was gone from the hotel that Anne had her fall.
But Harry here, for all his explanation...
...was in Kimberley when the diamonds were stolen.
At the villa when Anita was killed. He was on the ship when you got pushed.
-And he's here at the falls as well. -There's only one way to convince you.
Anne and Suzy have my diamonds.
They're in Cairo. They prove I didn't steal the Van Zandt diamonds.
Let's go to Cairo. You're under arrest.
-No. -Whether or not you're the Colonel...
...I think you did kill Anita, and you've got a lot of explaining to do.
You ladies do what you wish. You're witnesses...
...and you're gonna have to testify, so don't think about going anywhere.
Come on, let's go. We've got a long trip ahead of us.
Listen, you know what? I think maybe we ought to reconsider all this.
Listen, we don't even know who the Colonel is.
It could be Underhill, Pedler.
-It could be dangerous. -We have to get the diamonds.
Because it's the only way we can clear Ha--
-I thought you were dead. -Now, why would you think that?
It-- It was on the television.
They said you were missing without a trace.
It's a miracle, isn't it?
Please, come in. Sir Eustace will be thrilled to see you.
It's amazing that you survived. Those falls are treacherous.
You should know. You're the one who pushed me.
-What are you talking about? -Why don't you tell us.
I was here in Cairo. I have proof of that. I was nowhere near the falls.
When I was in Mombasa, you were plotting with the Arab who had kidnapped me.
Not at all. As far as I can remember, some Arab asked me if I had a cigarette.
How about Washington? You've never been near Washington, D.C., in your life.
Where were you when Anita was murdered?
-I was-- I was-- -Yes?
Oh, God, I can't go on pretending like this. I'm too nervous.
-Where were you? -You must understand...
...I did it for my children. If it weren't for them...
-I'd never have perpetrated such fraud. -You did kill Anita.
Of course not. I don't know who killed her.
When Sir Eustace hired me, he specified that...
...as he traveled extensively, he could never work with a family man.
In fact, I was already married.
So when he decided to sell the villa...
...I had to make secret arrangements to pack up my wife and children.
I was terrified he'd seen me here the day Anita was murdered.
I was supposed to be in Washington.
Then he didn't see you here the day Anita was killed.
-I don't know. -Anne!
My dear, poor, brave girl. You are safe. Thank heaven.
So good to see you again, Colonel Pedler.
"Colonel"?
May I introduce the Colonel?
You're very clever, Anne. Very clever.
Poor Underhill.
Your tiresome respectability has done for me at last...
...as indeed I assumed it would.
You're so worried about yourself...
...it didn't occur to you to wonder what I was doing here in Cairo...
...instead of being in London where I was supposed to be.
And I had everything arranged so beautifully. It was all so wonderful.
I sent you over to Washington.
I nipped over here just for one day to cover my tracks.
No one in London would ever have known.
So...
...you killed Anita.
When I saw you arrive, I thought, "I know. A spot of tea."
So I ordered some.
Shall we sit down, ladies?
Why don't we sit down, ladies.
Out of the way, Underhill. Thank you.
I believe you know this gentleman.
Are my young friends ready for their tea?
My Lord! It's the Reverend Chichester without his collar.
-No, Suzy. It's Miss Wilkie. Don't you see? -What?
And the stewardess from the Kilmorden Castle.
Ladies...
...I fear you are failing to fully comprehend the gravity of your present situation.
However, all in due course, eh? First things first.
How do you like your tea?
Shall I be mother?
Don't do anything foolish.
Minks also has a gun.
Ask them about the falls.
All right, yes, yes, yes.
I'm-- I'm sorry, but Minks is dying to know, how did you survive the plunge?
Fell in some branches.
But you've been trying to kill me from the beginning.
Even before I knew what was going on. Why?
Yes, I apologize, Anne. I really do apologize.
I do like you, you see, Anne. I've liked you from the very first moment I met you.
However, what was I supposed to do...
...with a meddlesome young woman who commandeered a ship's cabin...
...in which I had a particular interest?
And then sneaked into my own cabin.
And then to compound her felony, refused to fall overboard.
My dear girl, what was I to do?
I think your plan at the falls was really the best.
I could have sworn you were in your hotel dictating when I went out.
Yes, yes, yes.
I must admit, that was Minks' finest performance. Miss Wilkie.
And he impersonates my voice quite credibly, don't you think?
So it was Miss Wilkie...
...who pushed the rock to come close enough to you...
...to keep you above suspicion.
My, my, what terribly clever people we're dealing with.
Well, they haven't managed to kill me yet.
They succeeded with Anita.
Minks, why don't you be a good little henchman...
...and go away and practice "henching" for a bit.
Go and sharpen something.
Preferably your teeth.
Oh, and take care of my secretary, will you?
I do hope you will forgive me for lying about Washington, Sir Eustace.
I've always been loyal to you.
I suppose you have no alternative but to fire me now.
Fire you? The man's a fool.
We'll talk about it later.
Well, would you consider it brazen of me to inquire about Anita's demise?
Yes, I would, Suzy.
However...
...I've always found brazenness to be your most endearing quality.
The woman said to me:
"There were 10 Brazilian diamonds, lovey, not six.
Guess who has the other four, " she said.
"And guess who's going to sell them to Harry Lucas...
...if you don't promptly come across with half a million pounds. "
I wanted those diamonds more than anything I'd ever wanted in my life.
So I shot her.
But she didn't have the diamonds.
I found a puzzling cable from Carton in her bag...
...referring to the Kilmorden Castle.
And later, when I learned of Carton's death...
...the cable remained as my only link to the diamonds.
So that's how I came to join you on the cruise.
Suzy came along as cover. Sorry, darling.
Minks I brought along in case I needed a little help.
However, I must admit, the cable defied interpretation.
Now tell us about the Van Zandt robbery.
Leo Carton was the sorter who dropped the packets, wasn't he?
And then you helped him pick them up. You made the switch.
The sugar cubes for the diamonds.
Well, even a child knows that the hand is quicker than the eye.
Especially if the thing you are taking...
...resembles identically the thing you are replacing it with.
Anita had told me how extraordinary the boys' pink diamonds were.
I had to possess them.
I love beautiful things.
So I hit on a plan to steal the diamonds, with Carton's help...
...from van Zandt, and have Anita substitute them for the pink ones.
It was a masterstroke.
But the police guessed about the switched packets, didn't they?
All they needed was a connection between you and Carton.
I do hope that you dear people...
...don't have an exaggerated fear of drowning.
Because I have just decided...
...that is the most humane way of dispatching you.
What about a trade?
Let us go and we'll give you the diamonds.
What a good idea that would be, if only you had the diamonds. But you don't.
I've suddenly realized I've had them all along.
Otherwise, why would you both be here?
Suzy, you asked me...
...to bring one or two of your more valuable items back here to Cairo.
Amongst the things you asked me to bring was this case.
Now, what of great value could there possibly be in this case?
Because I know for instance, you see, that you never travel your real jewelry with you.
You are, however, a very generous and openhearted friend.
The sort of person that people entrust things to, isn't she, Anne?
No, you don't. You come back here.
Put me down. Put me down.
-Let go. Let me-- Let me go. -Oh, hush.
Well, I like a woman with good hands.
-Thank you. -Gordon!
Blimey, guv. I-- I never done nothing.
The diamonds aren't in that case.
No?
No. Of course not.
They're in these lovely wooden artifacts you so graciously carried back for me.
-A giraffe. -Well, yes, of course.
Honey, excuse me, but I think these belong to you.
Thank you.
Sir Eustace, would you be kind enough to go with these gentlemen?
Yes, yes, of course I will.
If I might have a few moments to change into something more suitable?
Stay with him.
Goodbye, Sir Eustace.
Anne, I have lied about a lot of things.
But never about your legs.
Nor about my admiration for you.
It's a great pity that you and I haven't got to know each other better.
But one day, perhaps. Another time, another place.
You never know.
Too bad he has to be the bad guy.
Gordon, I never for one minute doubted that you would rescue us.
But how on earth did you know where we were?
I never believed the Colonel was anyone but Pedler.
But I just couldn't get him to reveal himself.
So I took a chance that he'd finally show his hand to the two of you.
That's why I took Harry into custody and why I didn't prevent your coming here.
But how could you be sure something awful wouldn't happen to us?
Nothing could have happened to you. Somebody was following you every step.
Besides, do you think I'd let anything happen to my future wife?
Gordon Race. What makes you think I'm the marrying kind?
Oh, my God. I just remembered who you are.
-Who is he? -Why, you're John Eardsley.
You're not Harry Lucas.
No wonder you look so familiar. You're the spitting image of your father.
Could I speak to you outside for a moment, please?
You said you were Harry Lucas.
I had loaned Harry Lucas my watch, a gift from my late father.
Harry was so burnt, they accepted the watch as identification.
Why didn't Carton and Pedler know you were John?
They'd only seen Harry and me together. And Anita never indicated who was who.
When you made the same assumption Carton did, I let it stand.
-Just which Harry was in love with Anita? -The real one.
I'm in love with you.
The last time I saw you, you couldn't look at me without gritting your teeth.
-Now you're in love with me? -I was a fugitive then. I'd nothing to offer.
But now my name's been cleared...
...and there's a title and an estate waiting for me in England.
I've never been so insulted in all my life.
I couldn't possibly love Harry of the Jungle, but Sir John of the Stately Home....
Well, be still, my foolish heart.
You don't want to be Lady Anne and live in baronial splendor?
Do I get to wear one of these crowns on my head?
And eat tea and crumpets in the drawing room?
And go riding to hounds?
-They don't kill the fox anymore--? -Anne, I'm asking you to marry me.
I always did like a movie that ends with a--
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