Eyewitness (1970) Movie Script

We know you have
seen a lot of things
The eyewitness always does
Flying carpets
and dying kings
Everything below and above
Fly down the wind
In a second's pause
Cry out your name
That is all, that is all
Close your eyes
and shut it out
And shut it in
And close your eyes
Close your eyes
and keep your secret
Locked within
and close your eyes
Fly down the wind
In a second's pause
Cry out your name
That is all, that is all
Fly down the wind
In a second's pause
Cry out your name
That is all, that is all
Firing squad, shun!
Take aim!
- Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa!
Grandpa, do you
wanna know something?
- I am prepared to listen
to facts, sir, not gossip.
- I just seen a ship sunk!
Just sailing along,
and then it blew up!
Don't think there
are any survivors.
- Really?
- Over there!
Can you see anything?
- No, it's as you said.
No survivors, sunk
without a trace.
- Grandpa?
- Yeah?
- When sailors drown,
do they wear St. Christophers?
- That's a very good
question, very good.
But being an army man,
I'm not prepared
to commit myself.
Nevertheless I've
always held the view
that the Navy was
improperly dressed at all times.
Speaking of
which, I suggest, sir,
that you see your batman.
Sort yourself out,
smarten yourself up,
otherwise you're
gonna be late for parade.
Hop it, dismissed.
Good boy.
- One gun, fire!
- President's launch
is approaching.
In a few moments, he
will step on to the quayside
to be received by
our prime minister
as the first head of
state to visit this island.
Chief Inspector Galleria,
controller of security,
will escort the President
to Independence Square
for the official
reception ceremony.
The Marine Band, looking
splendid in their dress uniforms
are standing to attention,
ready to play the
national anthem
as the President, dressed
in traditional costume,
comes into view.
The scene is one of rich pag-
- Go and check the
security on the square.
- I've already done so, sir.
- Go and check the
security on the square.
- Sergeant?
Yes sir?
Get the car.
- Yes, sir.
- Come on.
We have to recheck the security.
Tell me, you've been
here a lot longer than I.
Is he the same with everyone?
Or is it just me
he doesn't like?
- He doesn't trust anyone
until he's known
him a long time.
And he's afraid.
- Ah, Borneo, I see.
- Yes sir.
- Ziggy!
Come on!
- Oh, stand still, Ziggy.
If your hair is untidy,
the President will see
it when he drives past,
yes he will.
Then what will be the result?
He will say "Who is
that disgusting little boy"
"who can't be bothered to
brush his hair for my visit?"
- No he won't.
He doesn't mind
things like that.
We're old friends.
Aren't we, Grandpa?
- Yes, known him for ages.
- Don't say things
which aren't true.
You ready, Ziggy, you ready?
- Now you're keeping
your sister waiting.
- I shall tell the
President what you said
and he'll probably
have you shot.
- Give him my
regards, won't you?
- I'll lie if I feel like it.
It's my lighthouse.
- Help, help!
Pippa, is that
for the President?
No, sunshine.
It's a hearse.
Come on, monster.
- Partners!
- Whoah!
Mommy, mommy!
- I can play the drum.
In fact I can play
most instruments.
Come on.
Well now, I didn't know
you played the drums.
What other
instruments do you play?
- Oh really?
Come on, MacVee.
Ziggy, Ziggy, would
you please come here?
Will you try and
stay close to me?
- Look, I'm supposed
to be at the front.
The President said I
must be at the front.
He wrote to me and said so.
- Oh, and I suppose
he invited you back
for tea afterwards?
- Yes, and he's going to-
- You little liar, be quiet.
One of these days,
something you say
is gonna come true.
- What's that?
- Have a look for yourself.
- All right.
Guard, shoulder arms!
At ease!
Guard, present arms!
- Thanks.
- Right, Sergeant,
get me a radio.
Clear the square.
- Roger, come on.
- Where's my brother?!
Where's my brother, I
can't leave my brother!
Ziggy, where is he?
I searched this
place, nothing here.
Try next door, come on.
- Don't worry, we'll find him.
- All clear in there, sir.
- Right, check the roadblocks.
On the double, come on!
- You got it Sergeant?
Yes, sir.
- I can't go home without him.
- Look, he'll be all
right, I promise you.
Boys are always all right.
- Blast.
- Would you rather I drove?
Look, he knows his
way around, doesn't he?
Move on please, move on.
- Yeah, yeah, fine, okay sir.
Well, I expect like us
he was just moved
along by the police.
Oh come on, he's probably
having the time of his life.
Where do we go, home?
Which way is home, this way?
Look, soon as we
get to your place,
we'll organise something.
But I bet you any money you like
he's there waiting for you.
My name's Tom, Tom Jones.
And I don't sing.
What's your name?
- Pippa.
- Huh?
- Pippa Armstrong-Smith.
- Okay Pippa Armstrong-Smith.
You show me the way home.
We'll look for your
brother on the way.
- Pippa!
- Ziggy, where have you been?!
I've been so worried about
you, I looked for you everywhere,
where have you been!?
- Let go!
And I'll tell you
if you'll just listen!
- Tell me.
- Well, your sister's
been very worried.
- You're telling me.
I don't know what I'd
done if this gentleman
hadn't been here!
- Look, let me explain,
give me a chance!
- All right, what now?
You're such a
chronic little liar!
- Can't we get in the car?
- No, we jolly well cannot!
You'll wait here, you
can walk home now.
- Please, Pippa.
- What's the matter?
- They're chasing me!
- Oh, don't listen to him.
- Who are?
I'm Tom, by the way.
- The people who did it!
- What people, Ziggy?
- The people that shot that man!
- Stop it, stop lying!
- I'm not lying, I saw it!
- Well we all saw it,
we were standing there!
- Well what did you see?
- I saw a bloke.
The man who shot him!
- Ah, liar!
- You actually saw the
man that fired the gun?
- Yes, promise, cross my heart!
- Only you don't know
him as well as I do.
He'd say anything
to get out of trouble.
Well what sort of man was it?
- It was a policeman.
- I give up.
- Can I get in the car,
- No!
No, no, - They chased me!
They're trying to kill me!
- No!
- They?
- Two of them, two policemen.
- Look, will you leave
him there, please?
He deserves to
be taught a lesson.
- This man, the one
you said that shot him,
what did he look like?
- He looked like a policeman.
- But why would a
policeman wanna chase you?
- Not one, two.
Because I saw it.
I was in the next room.
What room?
- The room in the cafe.
- I mean you know
him better than I do.
Could he be telling the truth?
- Of course he couldn't!
He invents everything!
See, get off my hat!
- I know I do make
up things sometimes,
but this time it
really happened.
- Well I don't know.
- Well I do.
If you'd been here last week
he'd have told you about
his experiences on D-day.
He was there, he saw that too.
You'll get into trouble
for telling lies this time,
specially when
somebody has been killed.
God will punish you.
- Look, I told you,
they're coming!
Please, Pippa, go faster!
- I thought you said
policemen were chasing you.
That isn't even a police car.
- But they could
be in anybody's car!
Please, Pippa!
Ziggy, you
shoddy little fool - Hold it!
I've told you so many times!
- Whoah, whoah, whoah.
The panic's over.
I'll drive.
- Now just sit there!
Don't move, I don't
wanna hear another word!
- I can now see what
your sister means.
Boy, you really had us going.
I came here for a holiday.
I get a front row seat
on an assassination
and a free ride
with Walter Mitty.
- Any news?
- Yes sir.
That was hospital patrol.
They were dead on arrival.
- All right, air, sea,
nobody moves.
Nobody moves, understand?
- Yes, sir.
I've already anticipated you.
- Well don't anticipate me
because I might change my mind.
John Heath.
Roadblocks manned?
- Yes sir.
- Good.
Television house.
So, good job, eh?
You did very well.
- Could I have the money?
I've got to get off
the island quick.
Where's Victor?
- Don't worry.
Let's find that kid.
- What they'll do, or
rather what they should do
or rather what I would do,
anybody that knows
their stuff would do,
is of course impose a curfew.
Incidentally, thank
you very much indeed
for looking after
my granddaughter.
- It was my pleasure, sir.
- Yes, I'm sure it was.
I daresay you'd have
done the same thing
for an older woman,
wouldn't you?
- Hmm.
- Oh, Lord, what on
earth was I gonna do next?
Oh I know.
Keep an eye on that
thing for me will you?
Anything happens,
give me a yell.
Won't be long.
- Right.
Well, he wasn't one of
us, of course, poor chap,
but there's no harm
in doing the right thing.
You in the war, were you?
- No.
- Why not?
- Well by some
incredible oversight,
my parents neglected to
conceive me until 1945.
- Smart dick.
It was all Brylcreem at my time.
Short back and sides.
Well I suppose we
might as well have a drink.
Where's Pippa?
- No idea, she was pretty upset.
- Well of course, she was.
Very nasty business.
Make very good nurses, girls.
But only after the
bullets have been fired.
They don't like
the actual thing.
Well, who does?
- Quite, quite.
Right, now then,
what would you like to drink?
Oh, anything.
- Anything, what
sort of answer is that?
- Vodka and coke.
- No you won't.
Don't keep the
stuff in the house.
No actually, you've
got a very good choice.
You can have a brandy or a gin.
- A gin.
- No, you can't have a gin,
I don't like the smell of it.
Would you like a brandy?
- Where the hell is Pippa?
I don't know, sir.
- Known her long, have you?
I met her today.
- Oh, really?
Well you picked a very
good day for it, didn't you?
Yes, that was
more than I can say
about my second wife.
I married her on VJ day.
It was the last bloody
cause for celebration I had.
- Oh, I'm sorry about that.
- Nothing to be sorry about.
It's just a question
of attitude really.
I mean, for example, what's
your attitude towards Pippa?
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
- No.
- You're not a poof, are you?
- No, I'm not.
- Thank god for that.
Far too many of them
around these days, you know.
- Yeah, cheers.
- Hello, oh there's
something going on here.
I'll never forget when
King George V was dying.
The announcer on the wireless,
Alvar Lidell or Stuart
Hibbert or something.
The king's life is peacefully
drawing to an end.
Very moving, that was.
They shut up all the shops.
More than they'll
do here I think.
Attention please.
Would you please stand
by for an announcement
of national importance.
- What's happened
to the army then?
- I don't know, sir.
- I'm not asking
you, I'm asking him.
- Good evening.
- Evening.
- Well already
you've heard the sad
and tragic news
of today's events.
Events which have not
only shocked all of us here
on this island, but also
the rest of the world.
It is no exaggeration
to say that tonight,
the eyes and ears of the
world are focused on us.
- Get to the point,
for goodness sake.
- Violent events
demand violent answers.
And it is therefore my
unhappy duty to inform you
that martial law be declared,
and that a state of
emergency therefore exists.
- We already know that.
- A curfew has
been put in effect
from 1800 hours,
that is six p.m.,
until 0800 hours, eight
a.m. tomorrow morning.
It will continue until the
assassin or assassins
have been arrested
and placed in custody.
- You should have caught
them by now, my dear.
- Boo.
Do you know you
have a bald spot?
- You're a cheeky little thing.
You better look after
your guest, my darling.
Where are you
staying, by the way?
- Oh, with some friends.
- Well you've had
that, haven't you?
I mean you put your head
around the door tonight,
these jokers will blow it off!
You are British, are you?
- Of course he is, Grandpa.
- Well doesn't he look British?
With all that hair?
Well, we better put him up.
Find him a room.
Lend him one of
your nightdresses.
- Thank you.
- Don't be late for dinner.
Oh and, seen Ziggy have you?
I've locked him up in his room.
- What's he been up
to, something unusual?
- Oh, no, nothing unusual.
- Good.
- What can I do with this?
- What?
What is it?
- It's brandy.
- Don't you want it?
- No.
- I'll drink it then.
- You do that often?
- You feel all right?
I think you better sit down.
I'm sorry but, do you
mind if I turn that down?
- No.
- May we remind you
that a curfew is in operation.
- I'm sorry about
landing on you,
I mean, staying the night.
- It's been a day to
remember, hasn't it?
- Yeah, it definitely has.
- Is there always
that much blood?
- I don't know, I've never
seen anyone killed before.
Well, not in real life, that is.
- Well, I can't forget it.
He was sitting there,
waving, smiling.
- Yeah.
- Do you think
they'll catch him?
The man who did it.
- Oh, I don't know, there
could have been more than one.
I don't know.
They don't always.
- Frightening thought is,
this is an island.
And he's on it.
- Yeah.
There, that any...
Hey, you all right?
You all right?
- Mm, I think so.
I think it was the brandy.
- Ah, you're not
gonna be sick, are you?
- I don't know, I might.
- She's not feeling
very well, you see.
I gave her my brandy.
That is, that is to say
that I don't drink it myself
and she just wanted a
slip, I mean sip, yeah, yeah.
Tom Jones.
Ma'am, I'm staying the evening.
Well, I can't not
stay the evening
because of the curfew and the,
Colonel, yeah the Colonel.
Colonel lent me a nightdress.
He said would I stay.
- What's the matter
with you, Pippa?
- Huh?
- I said what is the
matter with you?
- Oh, nothing.
I just feel a little faint.
- Hmm.
There's one extra
for dinner then.
- Yes.
Mr. Jones is staying.
- Mmm.
- Well, I've obviously
charmed her.
- Don't worry, she's
always like that.
- You feel okay?
- Yes, I feel a bit better.
- Well you did
more or less inject it
straight into the
vein, you know?
- You always as nice as this?
- Now that you kind
of mention it, yes.
I'm actually a
very super person.
- Oh?
- Oh but you don't
have to worry.
I'm not a hands up
a dress merchant,
I like to be asked first.
About your brother, you
do think he was lying?
- Oh yes, he lies all the time.
If it hadn't been that, he'd
have told you I was married
with three children.
- Well, are you?
- No.
I'm divorced and on the pill.
- Well then ma'am I'm just
gonna have to announce
my intentions to the
Colonel after dinner.
- Well now, sir,
I think he'd like it in writing.
- I'm all right, I'm
all right, ma'am.
Dear Colonel.
- No.
I know you're joking.
I really am frightened.
It's not the drink either.
I'm just frightened.
- For what we are
about to receive,
may the Lord, where's Ziggy?
- Still upstairs.
- I told you, he's locked
in his room, Grandpa.
- Being punished, is he?
- He's been very,
very naughty today.
- Make us truly grateful, amen.
- Please be seated.
Point is, does the
punishment fit the crime?
- He frightened the life
out of me, Grandfather.
He ran away.
- Did he?
Ah, thank you.
Any salt in this?
- Yes, but not enough for you.
- How about you, young
man, do you want some salt?
She never puts enough in.
Well, after you, sir.
- Oh, thank you
very much, that's fine.
- We're in the square when
the shooting was going on.
He just ran away.
We were being
pushed off the streets
and I couldn't
find him anywhere.
If it hadn't been
for Tom, Mr. Jones,
I don't know what I'd have done.
- You would have found
another Mr. Jones, my darling.
Girls always do.
But the thought of
him running away,
that's out of character.
- Well he did say he
saw the man who did it.
- What man?
- The assassin.
- He said he saw him?
- Grandpa, that's
just a lie to get himself
out of trouble.
- No, no, no, no.
There's something
totally out of character
for him to run away.
You see, lies are one thing.
Most boys are born liars.
I mean we all know that Ziggy
has a particularly
vivid imagination.
One might almost say genius
for inventing the
most plausible stories.
But not actual lies, no.
You lie as a boy, did you?
- Yes, I think I did.
- I did all the time.
I was always lying.
I enjoyed lying.
Never took to that
George Washington stuff.
He always seemed to
be a bit of a creep to me.
Madam, would you be kind enough
to ask Ziggy to
come down please?
- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.
Well you might as well start.
Please, before it gets cold.
Who on earth can that be?
Who is it?
- It's the police, sir.
- Police?
Show them into the study
please, will you, Madam?
Yes, sir.
- Excuse me just a minute.
Can I help you?
- Oh, just checking, sir.
You know about
the curfew, I take it?
- Yes, we saw it on the box.
Caught anybody yet?
- Not that I know of, sir.
- Called out the army yet?
- Yes, Colonel,
every available man's
on continuous duty, sir.
- Good.
- It's a nasty business.
- It's a dirty business,
It's rather like sniping,
there's something
singularly unfair about it.
- Yes, sir.
You haven't noticed
anything, sir, have you
over the last few days?
Any strangers for instance?
- Strangers?
Everyone's a stranger to me.
I don't go out very much.
- I see.
How many people
live in this house, sir?
- Normally?
Three, no four.
That's including me.
- And they're all here now?
- Yes, yes.
No, there's an extra one.
I don't know, we
got him in there.
He's a stranger, I suppose.
- A stranger?
- Yes.
- That makes five, sir.
- That makes five, that's right.
You wanna see him?
- Yes.
Yes I would, please sir.
- Well of course you may.
We're all in the other room.
Would you like to follow me?
- Thank you, sir.
- You said five people, sir.
- Yes.
Well there's my grandson.
Of course he's
upstairs in his bedroom
but he's just a little boy.
I mean, you wanna see him?
- No, no, that's all right sir.
Well, we shan't be
needing you again.
I hope.
But if you have an
emergency of any sort,
then I should be grateful
if you'd ring that number.
- Thank you very much.
Have you got any leads yet?
- I wouldn't know, sir.
- Fine.
- Your passport, sir.
But you do understand
that no visitor
is to leave the island
without permission?
Yeah, yeah.
- Good.
Thank you, Colonel.
- Not at all.
Good night.
- Good night, sir.
- For what we are
about to resume,
oh it's gala night
in the mess tonight.
Cold soup and burnt pud.
- It's me.
- Gosh, what are you doing out?
It's not allowed,
everything's curfewed.
- Look, I've got
something to tell you.
It's a matter of
national importance.
- But I'm in bed!
- Look, if you don't get up,
I shall never tell you
anything ever again!
I shall probably even
cut you out of my will.
- Oh.
All right then, wait there.
- Oh, now that is
what I call apple pie.
Full marks, Madame.
As a matter of fact I
think I'll have seconds.
How about you, my boy?
- No, thank you.
- No, thank you?
Well you wouldn't
catch Ziggy saying no.
Good god, we've
forgotten the prisoner.
Spring him, someone.
Tell him to come downstairs.
He can have some apple pie
if he'll answer a few questions.
Thank you.
- But why can't you go
to the police yourself?
- Look, I told you, if I go,
I might go and bump
into the wrong man.
And then he'd kill me!
Don't you understand anything?
- Well, all right.
- Now go on!
- All right.
All right, now
don't be frightened.
What are you doing out at night?
You know you're not supposed
to be out tonight, don't you?
Where do you live?
Do you live around here?
What's your name?
- Anne-Marie.
Where were you
going, Anne-Marie?
- Police station.
- The police station?
That's where we're going.
I think you better come
along with us, don't you?
Good, come on then, little one.
- Any sign, my darling?
- No, nothing.
What do you think he's done?
- Well he's gone!
AW bloody OL,
absent without leave,
that's what he's done!
Come on.
Oh, he is a naughty boy.
Now look, where's
that telephone number
the policeman gave us
in case of an emergency?
Come on, find the
telephone number.
All right now, right.
What was that story of his?
- Well, as I told you before
he just said that he
saw the man who did it.
But Pippa said, well, he
always says things like that.
- What's that, my darling?
- Double seven, double seven.
- Double sevens.
Now, do you think it was
one of his usual fantasies?
- Well I don't know.
I'd had thought so,
but you know Ziggy.
- Oh darling, the older I get
the less I know about anybody.
Just a minute, just
a minute, Pippa.
Yes, now right, now
then, who are you?
- Duty Sergeant here.
Yes sir, yes.
Just give me your name, sir.
Look, check on the
report from the dock area
and get your men
down there, okay?
Right, name of child, sir.
Right sir, we'll
check into that.
And can we have
your number, sir?
Thank you sir, we'll
get right on to that.
Missing child, who we got?
- Nobody at the moment.
- Well, hand it over
to mobile police.
- Right.
- Well just deal
with it, will you?
- Hello?
Duty Sergeant here.
Hello, all patrol
cars to harbour area.
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
All suspects to be brought to
headquarters for questioning.
- Any news, Sergeant,
anything fresh?
- We picked up a suspect
in the dock area, sir.
He's being brought in now.
- It's all down
there in the square
staring us in the face.
- Forget the kid.
We must get away.
- He saw me.
That kid's dangerous,
he must be killed.
- It's only a matter of
hours before they discover
your other mistake.
We must go.
- He saw me.
- I sometimes have
good ideas, you know.
- All right.
You want to go, you go.
- Okay, where you
gonna find the kid?
You haven't got second
sight, that we know.
- I'll find him.
I'm a good policeman.
- Well, what have we got here?
- I picked her up in
the street like this.
- In the street?
What were you doing
in the street, hmm?
- She said she was coming here.
- Oh, all right.
Get me a cup of
coffee, will you?
And a sandwich maybe.
- Right.
- Would you like
a cup of coffee?
Make it two.
- Yes.
- Come, young lady.
Over here.
- Blessed line's engaged now.
It's that policeman
bit that interests me.
I'll tell 'em about it
when the line's free.
And Mr. Jones, did
Ziggy describe him?
- Well you can't very
well, can you sir?
You can't what?
- Describe a policeman.
Well they do have the
habit of looking alike.
- What are you talking about?
Don't be ridiculous,
policemen all look alike?
Of course they don't.
I mean take those two that
came here earlier this evening.
I could describe them.
- I couldn't.
- Darling, women
are not observant.
I was trained.
There were two of
them, remember, two?
There was one here by the table,
the one that did
all the talking.
Remember him?
That chap, remember?
And then there was
another one in the corner.
Sort of...
the other chap.
The point is I would
recognise them
if I saw them again.
- I see.
And your friend Ziggy,
what's his other name?
- Yes?
Armstrong-Smith, eh?
- With a thing between them.
And he says a
policeman did it, does he?
- Yes.
- Do you believe a policeman
would do a thing like that?
- I don't know.
- But you like
policemen, don't you?
Oh, policemen don't go
around killing people, do they?
Still, it was right
to come and tell us.
Very good girl.
Now, we must get you
back home and to bed.
Come, oops.
Where's your friend Ziggy now?
- He's waiting for me.
- Waiting at your home, is he?
All right, we'll have
a word with him.
Who's around
who's got transport?
- I'll find out, Sergeant.
- Look outside, and take
this young lady home.
Good night, Anne-Marie.
- Come.
- Hey, you.
Where are you from?
- HQ, Special Patrol.
We're checking all
possible suspects.
- Well, never mind about that.
The Sergeant would
like this child taken home.
You take her, take the jeep.
- Where do you live?
- Down there.
- Come on then.
- I told Sarge all about it.
- Did you?
- Yes.
See my friend Ziggy, he knows
who shot that man on telly.
- Does he now?
- Yes, he saw it.
He saw the policemen shoot him.
But Sergeant says
policemen don't shoot people.
But Ziggy says
they do sometimes.
- Do you know
where Ziggy is now?
- Oh, he's in my garden.
You see, we're not
supposed to be up.
But Ziggy's always doing things
he's not supposed to be doing.
He lives in a lighthouse.
- A lighthouse, eh?
That's a funny place to live.
Well, you must
introduce us to him.
- There's one basic flaw in
this case, you know what it is?
- Well I've got my
own theory, sir.
- Yes, I'm sure
you have, my friend.
But theories don't solve murders
and they don't
solve assassinations.
There's one basic
flaw in this case.
We're treating it as an
assassination and it is not.
- What's the difference?
With a simple murder,
you look for a different
type of man.
Has your friend
Ziggy told anyone else
about what he saw?
No, only me.
He's on his own, is he?
Yes, he's waiting for me.
Are we nearly there?
Its just around the corner.
Anne-Marie, run, it's them!
- Hey, what are you doing?!
- Daddy!
- All right baby,
all right, baby.
- Somebody's been shot.
A man and a girl.
Two men just ran away.
I'm gonna get
help, you take over.
Right, you two stay here.
The rest come with me.
- Hey.
You're in a hurry my boy.
- Look, I've got something
to tell you.
- Where you off to, hmm?
- They're trying to kill me!
- And why are you up
so late tonight, hmm?
- Please!
Look, they're trying to kill me!
- What do you mean?
Now, yes, yes.
- Shh, please!
They'll hear me!
- Just stay calm.
Now keep calm, my boy.
Now tell me - The
policeman's chasing me!
- Quite specially, -
The one who shot
the President!
- Who is trying to,
What do you want?
This is the house of god!
- Did you get him?
- No, I lost him
in the catacombs.
- I had to do some shooting.
I was almost caught
by some soldiers.
I had to bluff my way out.
We must get that boy.
- He'll go home.
We know where he lives.
- Missing kid.
That rings a bell.
- What is it, Sergeant?
- Remember, there's
this girl that came here.
- Mhmm.
- The name of the
boy she was on about.
Yes, Armstrong-Smith.
Get me headquarters immediately.
- Did the wife see anything?
- No, sir, it was all over by
the time she got down there.
- What about the Army bods?
No sir, they arrived
after out chaps.
- Who was our chap?
- I don't know, sir.
- Don't know?
- Yes, sir.
- Who filed the report?
- There hasn't
been a report, sir.
All our information
came from the Army.
- Then you better
find out, Sergeant.
If a policeman
sees a man killed,
a kiddy murdered,
then another policeman better
find out, hadn't he, Sergeant?
- Yes sir, we are chasing it.
- Right, good!
Right, give me that
other report about the boy.
Right, sit down.
What do you make of all that?
What's the common
denominator in all that, hmm?
You don't know.
Right, well I'll tell you.
You know the Father Brown story
about the postman
who was a murderer?
Everybody saw him
but nobody saw him?
Well who's the
postman in all that lot?
The President is shot.
A waiter is killed,
a child is missing,
another child is murdered.
What is the only common factor?
Ourselves, us.
The Police.
- We start with the
assassination, don't we, sir?
- Yes, that too.
It's the same link.
- How, sir?
- Who else was
sitting in that car?
Did it ever occur to
you, did you ever think
that the unknown assassin
shot the wrong man?
Maybe we should be looking
for a different kind of enemy.
A good old-fashioned,
enemy within.
- Yes, right.
Fine, fine, we'll expect you.
Thank you, good bye.
- Who was that?
The police.
- Have they found him?
- No, darling.
But they're coming over.
Apparently, that
little girl in the village,
I can never remember her name,
got a turned up nose, had
tea here a couple of times.
- Anne-Marie!
- Anne-Marie.
Well apparently, she's
been to the local station.
- Any news?
- Yes, the police
are coming over.
- They haven't found him?
- No.
It's all my fault.
- Pippa, you stop that!
It's nobody's fault!
Now the point is,
if anyone's gonna go AWOL,
they always plan ahead.
Now where would he go?
Possibly the fort.
- Where's that?
- It's the place we
go to at weekends.
- Not on the blessed
phone, you see.
Mind you, Parker's there.
- Parker?
- Parker, he's my batman,
he'd take care of him.
Anyway, don't you worry.
Just leave it to me.
I'll take care of it.
Oh, splendid, keen anticipation.
What a first class Adjutant
you would have made.
Police are on their way now.
Be kind enough to
show them in, will you?
- Yes.
I'm very worried.
Such a little boy.
- Don't worry.
Little bad pennies
always turn up.
- Oh, I'm so glad you're here.
We've been so anxious.
Is the boy home yet?
- Oh no, but we think
we know where he is.
- Where is that?
- Madame?
My god!
Stop it!
Don't be like that,
shh, shh, shh.
Did you see anything?
- No, no, but I heard
a car pull away.
By the time I got to the window,
it was nearly out of sight.
- A car, what sort of car?
- Looked like a
jeep, a police jeep.
- Police jeep.
Go and get dressed.
- Where we going?
- To the fort.
- But what about the car?
- Good, ah go and get dressed.
- Right.
I want a head count of
every policeman on the force.
You tell me who's missing,
and I'll show you
the way to our killers.
I don't know what names
they enlisted under,
but one of them was
called Paul Grazzini.
I shot his brother in law
not half a mile from
here, remember?
The Mafia has a long reach,
a long memory.
Right, gentlemen.
Let's get to that boy's home.
- Now you two stay there.
- Grandpa!
- You little sod.
Now then, where's Parker?
- He went to phone
the police, sorry.
Sorry, Grandpa.
- It's too late for that.
It's too late, now
you listen to me
very, very carefully.
Your Aunt Robiac's dead.
Now, now, you see, Ziggy,
I got to have the truth.
Now tell me, who did you see?
- I did, I did see him, Grandpa!
- I know, I know, but who?!
- The man.
The policeman, you mean?
- Yes!
- You saw him fire a gun,
now that is the truth, is it?
- Yes, I've been
telling you all along.
- All right.
I believe you.
Now then.
He saw you?
He chased me, then
there were two of them.
- Two?
- They tried to kill me!
- Come on.
- Colonel?
- Ziggy!
Granpa, Parker's dead,
they know we're here!
- Listen to me.
Now I want to get these
two away from here.
If I create some
form of diversion,
do you think you
can get to the car?
- Yeah I think so.
- There's a good lad.
- Hey, Colonel.
- What?
- What about a Molotov cocktail?
- What a bloody good idea.
Pippa, where's the brandy?
- Downstairs in the kitchen.
You know what to do.
Right, Sergeant!
- Right, off you go.
Up the tower.
- Agh!
- Stay down.
- Grandpa?
- Yes, my dear boy?
- I've just seen Hitler!
- Oh, Lord.
- But I know-
- Shh, shh, look.
Don't start that.
Hitler died in a bunker
in Berlin in 1945.
- But I know it's him!
Dear, dear, dear.
- Over there...
Fly down the wind
With a second's pause
Cry out your name
That is all, that is all
Fly down the wind
With a second's pause
Cry out your name
That is all, that is all