Run a Crooked Mile

Richard Stuart:
Elizabeth, do we like to dance?

Sir Howard Nettleton:
One final matter, under the heading of new business, gentlemen. Or perhaps I should say old business renewed.

Richard Stuart:
What are you up to?

Elizabeth Sutton:
I'm packing, I'm going with you.

Richard Stuart:
Absolutely not.

Elizabeth Sutton:
But I'm in just as much danger here as I would be in London. By now they've got to realize that I know who you are!

Richard Stuart:
I don't care. You are not going with me; that's final. [Next scene finds them on the plane together]

Dr. Ralph Sawyer:
Richard, there's something I want you to understand: in spite of what you think, I'm your friend.

Richard Stuart:
I believe you Ralph, I believe you. But you chose a heartwarming way of expressing it tonight.

Richard Stuart:
I've decided I don't like Tony Sutton - or his friends. Is that all he did? Go to parties and play polo?

Elizabeth Sutton:
Well, he didn't have to do anything else, he was rich.

Richard Stuart:
A rich playboy... polo, skiing in St. Maritz, cruising the Mediterranean with the jet set. What a life! A whole world coming apart at the seams, and all Tony Sutton can do is bounce about like a rubber ball.

Elizabeth Sutton:
And then you would fall into fits of depression that lasted days, sometimes weeks... always inside yourself. And you drank. Richard, you tried to drink yourself to death.

Richard Stuart:
Why did you marry me?

Elizabeth Sutton:
I loved you. You needed help, and I thought I could give it to you. I loved you. How do you think I feel, when you say I'm part of a plot? I know nothing about it.

Richard Stuart:
But you wanted a divorce. Why?

Elizabeth Sutton:
I couldn't go on being only a nurse to you.

Dr. Ralph Sawyer:
Richard, I've had two vices - poetry and gambling. Poetry enriches the soul, gambling depletes the bank account.

Richard Stuart:
Sir Howard Nettleton. Chairman of the Board of Governors of our school, citizen of conscience, and swindler in the gold markets.

Sir Howard Nettleton:
*Manipulator*.

Elizabeth Sutton:
Good morning.

Richard Stuart:
Good morning.

Elizabeth Sutton:
It's a nice car.

Richard Stuart:
I'll never be able to afford one as a school master. Will you marry me?

Elizabeth Sutton:
But we are married.

Richard Stuart:
No, you're married to Tony Sutton.

Elizabeth Sutton:
I'd like very much to marry you.

Richard Stuart:
We'll fix that.

Richard Stuart:
And you were in my dream, Ralph. You were helping these people. Every time I had doubts, every time my new identity began to slip, you were there to reassure me. Isn't that odd? Then, all of a sudden, I was on a polo field, falling from a horse. And in that one instant, I realized...

Dr. Ralph Sawyer:
Mmn - yes, you must forgive me, I hadn't realized it was so late.

Elizabeth Sutton:
[Richard and Elizabeth are dancing] You seem different.

Richard Stuart:
Different better, or different worse?

Elizabeth Sutton:
Different better - Tony would never have held me this close.

Richard Stuart:
[draws away from her] I'm sorry, I am Tony Sutton. I must play the part; we are being watched.

Elizabeth Sutton:
You just allowed yourself the luxury of trusting me, didn't you?

Richard Stuart:
You know me better than I do.

Sgt. Hooper:
If you wouldn't mind coming along with me, sir, I have to draw up a full report.

Richard Stuart:
And you file it under UFO sightings.

Peter Martin:
I was never really cut out to be a private investigator, you know, sir. House of Commons is more to my taste.

Richard Stuart:
What is it?

Brandon:
Sir, there's an inspector Huntington from Scotland Yard, waiting for you in your study.

Richard Stuart:
Ahha, Scotland Yard, that's very interesting, thank you Brandon.

Brandon:
Sir?

Richard Stuart:
Yes?

Brandon:
Are you guilty, or not guilty?

Richard Stuart:
Guilty, of course. I chopped her up in little pieces and mailed them.

Peter Martin:
My coat of arms, Mr. Stuart, if I had one, would bear the motto "rapid service", inscribed on a field of blue.

Sgt. Hooper:
Well, I'm sorry to have disturbed you, Mr. Banes, but we have to look into these reports - however wild and irresponsible they may be.

Richard Stuart:
Thank you sergeant.

Policeman in Richard's flat:
I'm afraid you've been burgled, sir.

Richard Stuart:
Burgled? Robbed?

Policeman in Richard's flat:
Much the same thing.

Richard Stuart:
I assume they paid you well?

Peter Martin:
Well handsomely, old chap. Luckiest day in my life when you asked me to check on that license number. Which reminds me - I owe you a tenner.

Sgt. Hooper:
Suppose you first show me precisely where all this took place.

Richard Stuart:
Just you alone?

Sgt. Hooper:
I represent the law, sir.

Elizabeth Sutton:
Richard, I'm afraid.

Richard Stuart:
Yes.

Elizabeth Sutton:
You afraid?

Richard Stuart:
Yes.

Elizabeth Sutton:
Are they going to kill us?

Richard Stuart:
No.

Roger:
Do you know why Big Ben is called Big Ben, Mr. Stuart?

Richard Stuart:
No, but I have a feeling I'm going to.

Roger:
Big Ben was named for Sir Benjamin Hall, commissioner of works during the time it was built in 1859, during the reign of Queen Victoria. It stands three hundred and twenty nine feet tall, and contains a bell weighing thirteen tonne. You didn't hear a word I said, sir.

Richard Stuart:
Oh, a few of them.

Richard Stuart:
What is this about a club?

Elizabeth Sutton:
Across the lake. There's a garden party tonight.

Richard Stuart:
I think we should go.

Elizabeth Sutton:
Under these circumstances?

Richard Stuart:
Why not? I think it's time to see how my other half lived.

Richard Stuart:
What is this key for?

Elizabeth Sutton:
Dr. Sawyer said that is belonged to your father, and if you ever asked for an explanation, he'd give it to you.

Richard Stuart:
And Tony never did, of course?

Elizabeth Sutton:
No.

Richard Stuart:
That key, Elizabeth, was a calculated risk. A constant challenge to my memory - or lack of memory. The bait, you see. As long as I didn't inquire about it, my past was *locked.*

Dr. Ralph Sawyer:
[reading for the poetry club] In secret we met / In silence I grieve / That thy heart could forget, / Thy spirit deceive.

Richard Stuart:
[interrupts and finishes] If I should meet thee / After long years, / How should I greet thee? / With silence - and tears.

Richard Stuart:
Ralph, all these years you've been a secret romantic, and you've never told me. But then of course we never really knew each other. Did we?