The 39 Steps Page #5

Where exactly would you

like me to drop you?

It looks like your German

pals have caught up with us.

Come on!

Who are they really?

Fellow criminals?

I am not a criminal.

And they are German spies.

I specht a little deutch.

Ich mere will come to an understanding.

The last time I encountered these men,

they killed a man in my apartment,

named Scudder. They won't stop

until they have the notebook he gave me.

Then they'll kill us both.

So unless you have a gun...

- I don't believe in violence.

- Course, you did. You believe in violence.

You're a suffragette!

You fire-bomb the homes of politicians!

What? You'd rather I sat at

home warming your slippers?

- I don't want you touching my slippers.

- You are a prehistoric boor.

You, my dear,

are an unhinged hysteric.

Right, that is it. I've had enough.

Stop the car.

- No.

- Go on. Let me out.

What are you doing, you lunatic?

Get off the steering wheel!

- Get your hands off me.

- I haven't touched...

- Are you trying to get us killed...

- you Lunatic?

The word I'm looking for

hasn't been invented.

Get up!

I don't understand,

I thought you were coming to rescue me.

This criminal kidnapped me.

She's an innocent bystander.

There's no honour in hurting

a weak and fragile female.

- I'm not weak and fragile.

- Please, let's discuss this

like gentlemen.

You assume two things, Mr Hannay.

One, I'm a gentleman,

two, there is anything to discuss.

Give me the notebook.

This is a terrible mistake...

Shoot the woman.

No! Wait.

It's in my inside jacket pocket.

Go on, search him.

Where is the notebook?

It was there, I promise.

It was...

Search her.

Examine the car

and the surrounding ground.

Into the car!

Move on!

Be quiet!

If you would follow me, please.

Miss Victoria Sinclair

and Mr Richard Hannay, Sir.

Professor Fisher?

Fraulein Sinclair.

You know this man?

Well, we discuss the weather sometimes in

the Post Office. I thought he was English.

I wish to congratulate you,

Mr Hannay.

I was a little concerned that your

police would capture you before I did.

But your skilled survival

technique has saved you.

- You should join us.

- Join you?

You have no love for Britain.

How did you describe it?

Smug and complacent?

Let the woman go then

maybe we can talk.

Under different circumstances

I would have enjoyed that.

Please believe me when

I say that there are aspects

of my vocation

which I find distasteful.

But, if you don't tell

me where Scudder's notebook is,

I will be obliged to extract

Miss Sinclair's fingernails,

one by one.

I don't know where it is.

All right.

I tried to read it, but it was in a code

I couldn't understand so I destroyed it.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes