The Man Who Knew Too Much Page #3

the best profit.

Well, now that

you're in Marrakech,

what are you

buying and selling?

You know,

I would much rather

talk about the stage.

If you tell me what

shows you are in...

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Would you excuse me?

I'll get it.

No, I got it.

No, I will.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I'm inquiring

for the room of

Monsieur Montgomery.

He asked me for

a drink, and I...

I'm sorry.

There's no

Montgomery here.

Pardon me, monsieur.

I regret disturbing you.

BEN:
Okay.

May I use your

telephone, please?

Yeah, sure.

It's right there.

HANK:
Mommy!

Yes?

HANK:
I can't

cut this meat.

I'll do it for you,

dear.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Hello?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I'm terribly sorry,

but I cannot go to

dinner with you tonight.

Oh?

Oh!

I have neglected

an important matter

which now requires

my attention.

I see.

Perhaps

another night?

Sure.

Sure. We'll get

together again.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Bye.

Good night.

Good night.

(VIOLIN PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GREETING IN FRENCH)

My name's McKenna.

Of course.

The hotel phoned.

Follow me, please.

I think you will

find this comfortable.

Thank you very much.

(CHUCKLES)

Honey, move over here.

Let me sit out there.

You're on my dress.

Whoop!

(METAL CLATTERING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

We always wash

the hands

before eating.

BOTH:
Oh!

Thank you.

Whoop!

(SOFTLY) Those people

are staring at us.

What people?

Right in back of us.

What?

Yes.

Here.

They were staring

at us in front of

the hotel too.

Jo, will you please

stop imagining things?

(WHISPERS) I'm not.

Good evening.

You must think

me awfully rude.

I've been staring at

you ever since I saw

you at the hotel.

You are Jo Conway,

the Jo Conway?

Yes, I am.

Didn't I tell you?

I knew I was right.

I'm Lucy Drayton,

and this is my husband.

How do you do?

How do you do?

We're Dr. And

Mrs. McKenna.

My wife tells me

Mrs. McKenna appeared

at the London Palladium

a few years ago.

Of course, we hardly

ever see a show now.

Edward is such an

old stick in the mud.

So I have to

console myself

with your records.

Oh!

I must admit

I love them.

I'm not one for

this terrible bebop

or whatever

you call it.

(ALL LAUGH)

Thank you very much.

When are you coming

back to London?

Possibly never again,

professionally.

Oh! Don't say

you're giving

up the stage.

Well, temporarily,

I am.

Well, it's just

that I'm a doctor,

and you know,

a doctor's wife never

has as much time...

What my husband

is trying to say

is Broadway musical

shows are not produced

in Indianapolis, Indiana.

Well, you know...

Of course,

we could live in New York.

I hear that doctors

aren't starving

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