The Lady Vanishes

Los, los weiter.

Los weiter, schnell.

Komm her da!

- Platz da!

- Das ist verboten.

- Est-ce que le train de nuit pour Basel est l'heure ?

- Nur fr Militr.

- Vous ne parlez pas anglais ?

- Bringen Sie die beiden weg.

- Le type ne parle pas anglais.

Caractristique. Ils les ont mis dans des uniformes et

ils ne peuvent mme pas rpondre de simples questions.

Der nchste Zug fr Zivilisten

geht morgen.

Pas de train jusqu' demain.

Pas de train ?

Nous avons rserv des places, mon cher.

Eh bien, qu'est-ce que vous suggrez

qu'on fasse, Charters?

- Je suppose que nous ferions mieux de trouver un htel.

- Je suppose que oui.

Vous savez, les ... les mauvaises manires et les

l'inefficacit de cette race sont abominable.

Ils ne pourraient pas vendre des buccin.

- Hotel. Ho-tel.

- Oui, OK.

Bitte.

- Hotel.

- OK.

Schnell weitergehen.

Apportez les valises, voulez-vous ?

- Est ce que a va durer toutes la nuit ?

- J'espre sincrement que non.

Bonsoir. Une chambre pour deux avec

une salle de bain prive, s'il vous plat.

- Avec vue sur les montagnes.

- Et WC spar.

Je suis dsol, messieurs,

il n'y a pas de chambres disponibles.

- No rooms?

- Impossible.

This hotel is full. The trains are disrupted

by military movements.

You're welcome, of course, to sleep

on the sofas in the upstairs lounge.

- Sleep on the sofas?

- In the lounge?

Where are going to change for dinner?

Slip into the old soup and fish.

- I don't think he understands.

- Maybe Bavarians don't dress for dinner.

This is no time to be funny.

Excuse me. Can you tell me if

the night train to Basel is still delayed?

It will leave at noon tomorrow, madam.

Oh. Oh, how very unfortunate.

- Third rate country, what do you expect?

- Typical.

(Shouting and cheering)

Mmm! Wrong year,

we'll have to send her back!

Go on, Amanda, bash on regardless.

Do you suppose they're some

of the bright young things

we read about in the press?

Doesn't seem to me they're so very

bright. Nor, may I say, so very young!

- Everything all right, gentlemen?

- Who are they?

- Not British, I hope.

- Probably Americans.

More champagne!

(All shouting and cheering)

Ladies and gentlemen!

It is my pleasure and honour...

to present to you...

- Mrs Amanda...

- (Cheering)

Metcalfe...

Madvani...

Von Hoffstetter Kelly!

Who will favour us this evening...

with one of her world famous imitations.

(Cheering)

Amanda! Amanda!

We want Amanda! Amanda, my love!

We want Amanda, Amanda, Amanda!

We want Amanda!

(Laughter)

(Rants in mock German)

(Men sing patriotic German song)

Excuse me. Will you let me through?

I...I'm a doctor.

She looks uncomfortable.

I'll loosen her clothing.

No, that won't be necessary.

(Doctor) You might have a headache

for a day or two.

Now, you need a good rest -

and no more to drink.

(Bell tolling)

Hello?

Hello?

Bus for the station leaves

in fifteen minutes.

I say, there's a train here

leaves Basel at 21:20.

- Twenty from twenty-four...

- Twenty past nine, that's no good.

No, there's nothing later than last month.

I don't suppose there's

a wireless set hereabouts?

Awful to be left in the dark, Caldicott.

Our communications cut off in a time of

crisis. Last news from home was grim.

- "England on the brink."

- Newspaper sensationalism.

The old country's been

in tight spots before.

London? Mr Salter's call to London?

Yes, hold on, I'll get him at once.

Mr Salter. Mr Salter!

Mr Salter!

Go on, risk it. Go on, go on.

Hello? I say, you in London.

No, no, this isn't Salter. The name's

Charters, we've sent for Salter.

I say, what's happening to England?

Blowing a gale?

No, no, no, you don't follow me at all, sir.

I'm inquiring about the Test match.

The Te... Cricket, sir, cricket.

You can't be in England

and not know the Test score.

- Fellow says he doesn't know.

- Silly ass!

Er, hello, are you there?

I say, could you find out for us?

Oh, nonsense. Only take a minute, what?

Oh, very well. If you won't, you won't.

Wasting my time. Fellow's an ignoramus.

Let's get on the back of the bus

before someone recognises me.

Oh, darling, don't worry.

No one here knows who you are.

Well, they might, so get on.

Go on, darling, quickly.

Bus for the station

leaves in eight minutes.

Good God.

Typical.

Good morning, Mrs Kelly.

You're looking very well. Very fetching.

Actually, I feel fit, very fit indeed.

Madly. Madly fit.

- Would you like to sit down?

- Thank you. Maybe I will.

Just for a minute.

- Where are your friends?

- I don't know. Sleeping, I guess.

They're staying on. I have to leave

for London. Getting married on Friday.

Getting married? Isn't that nice?

Congratulations.

- I've been married before, several times.

- I know.

Did I make an unholy spectacle

of myself last night?

- You could say that.

- You were present?

- I was.

- And you didn't think it was funny either.

To tell you the God's honest truth,

I thought it was the most amazing

exhibition of sheer dumbness

I have ever seen.

This whole continent is going to explode

in about 20 minutes

and what I think would be really dumb is

if it was all triggered off

by a madcap American heiress.

Much-married madcap American heiress

is how I'm referred to in the press.

- Do I know you?

- Robert Condon.

- Photographer for Life magazine.

- Life magazine? How amusing.

They did my coming-out party

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