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A world where suspicion and cruelty and fear are forever banished!
So I'm asking you--each and every one of you gathered here tonight--
You! And you and you and you!
- He's the one, miss? - Yes, definitely. He's the one.
- I suppose you think you're damn clever.
- Officers, kindly tell your prisoner not to insult me please.
- Come along now, sir.
- Don't you see I was telling the truth in that railway carriage?
You had to have seen that I was genuine!
- That'll be all, ma'am. Thank you for your help. - Don't mention it. Goodbye, officers.
- All right, just listen please!
There's an enormously important secret being taken out of this country
by a devilishly brilliant foreign agent!
Now I can't do anything myself because of these fool detectives!
- But if you telephone Scotland Yard immediately-- - Goodbye, Mr. Hannay!
- Actually, Miss -- um
- Edwards. Pamela Edwards. - Yeah.
Um, on second thoughts Miss Edwards, we should like you to come with us.
- Me? Whatever for?
- To identify the prisoner, miss. - But I've already told you who he is.
- It's just to the police station, miss. - If you wouldn't mind, miss.
- Well where is the police station? - Inverary, miss.
- Inverary? But that's nearly-- - Forty miles.
- Forty miles?? - You stay out of this!
- He's to be questioned by the Procurator Fiscal personally, miss.
- Procurator Fiscal personally? - Yes, miss.
- Well if it's absolutely necessary.
- Thank you, miss. If you would please step into the car, miss.
- The what? - The car...oh.
- The car, miss!
- Hello!
- I'm Richard by the way-- - I'm not talking to you.
- Right.
- Thank you, Alfred.
- This is the wrong road. This is the road south.
Inverary's north, surely.
- There's a bridge fallen down on that route, miss. We shall have to go 'round.
The man knows the way, miss.
- Yes I do.
- Excuse me, inspector. - What?
- Might I see your warrant? - You shut your mouth.
- Would you like to have a small bet with me, Pamela darling?
All right, I'll have it with you then, Sherlock.
I'll lay you a hundred to one that your Procurator Fiscal
has the top joint of his little finger missing.
I win.
- What're we stopping for?
- Damn sheep!
Get out of the way!
- Well well, a flock of detectives!
- Well there's nothing else for it. We'll have to clear them off the road.
- Strange they have no shepherd.
- Come along, man!
- Not so easy in all this fog. Look how it has suddenly come down.
Out of nowhere.
- I said come along, man! - Well what about him?
- What--what on earth are you doing!
Unchain this handcuff!
- There you are, miss. Now you're a special constable.
As long as you stay--he stays!
- Come on, leave it alone! - Nice sheep.
- Away, away, you mangey beasts! - Away, away you bleating brutes!
- Funny how all the sheep in Scotland
are invisible.
- So long as I go--you go! - What?
- Come along! - What on earth are you doing?
- Now look here. Do you feel this--
pistol?
- Yes.
- Do you want me to shoot you stone dead with it?
- Not particularly, no.
- Then get a move on. Come on!