01x09 - The Eyes Have It

[bunniefuu]

(regal music)

(tense music)
(cloth flapping)

(birds chirping)

- Okay, now let's start,
shall we?

Syndesmosis, is what?

Uh, Frank?

- A joint bound together
by fibrous tissues.

- That's right.

Now you give us an example,
Mike?

- Oh, the uh, lower end
of the tibia and fibula,

about here?
- Uh, just above

the ankle joint, that's right.

Now give us another, uh, Peter?

- Is it the bones in the wrist?

(typewriter clacking)

(birds chirping)

- Okay, good, now that's
all for today then.

- Thanks very much.
- Thank you Mr. Mullard.

- Thank you Mr. Mullard.
- See you later then.

- Oh what he means of course
is he won't see you later.

(chuckling)

- Thanks Frank.
- Ladies first.

Mind you manners.
(chuckling)

(chattering)

- Ooh, I told you before Sally

you're gonna have to
look where you're going.

- I remember.

Is George still around?

- Yeah.
- Oh, (mumbles).

- Oh, hello.

If you're looking for the
principal he isn't here.

Nobody is, except me.

Mullard, George Mullard.

Well uh, can I help you?

- They've all gone to
watch the big parade then?

- Oh yes, yes.

I drew the short
straw I'm afraid.

Still I can see it
on television.

Probably get a better view.

(sighs) So, what was it?

- Just a word.

(footsteps clacking)

- Mr. Mullard, would you
be a sweetheart--

- It's confidential.

- Oh, sorry, I didn't
realize you had company.

- I'll be with you in a moment,
Sally.

- Sure.

(chuckling)

- Confidential?

(tense music)

- Very.

(sil*ncer hissing)

(dramatic music)

(shocking dramatic music)

- Mr. Mullard?

- You just missed him.

- Missed him?

- Oh the back way.
- Oh!

- (chuckles) Can I help?

- Oh I just wanted him to post
a letter for me that's all.

- Well that's simple enough.

I'll do it myself.

- Oh would you?
(tense music)

Thank you.

- Sally?
- Yes?

- [Frank] We're just
having a game of poker,

do you want to sit in?

- [Sally] No thanks, I've got
some studying to catch up on.

- [Mike] Eww...

- If I can find the books.

(birds chirping)

(foreboding music)

Isn't there.
- Full house, 10s and nines.

(players chattering)
- I must have left it

somewhere else.

Mr. Mullard?

- No Miss, we're the plumbers.

- Plumbers?
- Yes you've got some

trouble upstairs in the
staff quarters.

- Oh, have we?

Well, it's up the stairs,
along the corridor--

- Yes, thank you Miss,
thank you.

Perfect.

You were right.

- My information's always right.

- Put it down.

(pleasant music)

- Oh!

- Here, five o'clock.

- Thanks.

- Sally?
- Yes?

- Find your book?
- Yes.

All on my own too.

George wasn't around.

- He's probably upstairs
watching the parade.

- He's more likely with
the plumbers.

- Eh?
- Plumbers.

- I'll play these I think.

- We've got some trouble
upstairs in the staff quarters.

- Two for me.
- I went to a big

parade once you know.

- Oh here we go...
- Look all I was gonna say--

- (mumbles) really mean, Mike.

What was it like, the parade.

- Big, lots of crowds,
colorful really.

- That's something I
really wish I knew about.

Colors.
- Well we know

red is hot and blue is cold.

- Yeah it's not the same as
actually having seen them.

What about shades of color?

Or purple, for instance?

I wonder what purple's like.

- I'll fold.
- Yeah mate.

- Well purples sort of dark.

- (chuckles) Yeah well
that's something we

do know about don't we?
- Yeah, dark and rich.

- Another one.
- They use purple

at funerals you know.

- Cheers, I'll remember that.

All right then I'll
go another two.

- How do you know
those plumbers?

Come to think of it,
they didn't smell right.

- Smell?
- (chuckles) What?

Well how should they smell?
- Well I don't know,

well like the men who
did the roof.

Sort of sweat, and puffy.

- Oh, like Mike you
mean (chuckles)?

- Oh watch it.
(chuckling)

- I mean, kind of a
workman smell.

- I'll see you.
- But these were,

kind of suity, a hint
of aftershave.

- I uh, I suppose plumbers
do take baths as well

as repair them.
(chuckling)

My nothing.

- Hey Pat are you there?

- Yeah.
- Turn the radio over.

We might as well all go to
the big parade.

- [Man] My deal.

- [Announcer] Though the
procession is some way off,

the crowd is
beginning to gather.

Already there is an
air of occasion in this

sleepy little English town,
and it is an occasion.

Five heads of state,
together with a man who

some think will single-handed
change the course of history.

And over there is the
point where the motorcade

will enter the town.

Just under one and a half
hours from now,

his car will appear, and
the moment this

growing crowd has been
waiting for will be here.

- One and a half hours.

- One hour, 27 minutes,
45 seconds.

(chuckling)
I tell you my

information's reliable!

- It's too long!

We got here too soon,
there's time

for something to go wrong.

- Relax, nothing can
go wrong in the

kingdom of the blind.

We're in, we're set.

- If he says so, that's
good enough for me.

- The lot down there,

just as much prisoners as if
we had bars on the windows.

(telephone ringing)

- I'll fix it.

- We're in, we're set.

- Just a small hole.

Leave it to Anderson.

He'll plug it.

(telephone ringing)

- Hello?

Yes Mr. Mullard is
somewhere around.

If you'll just hold on I'll
go and find him for you.

Oh who's speaking?

Fine, if you'll just hold on.

(scraping)

- [Man] Well look uh,

if it's too much trouble
I could easily call back--

- Mr. Mullard!

Mr. Mullard?

Mr. Mullard?

Hello?

- Two.
- Hello?

(phone clicking)

The line's dead!

- Well he probably hung up.

- No, no it's completely dead.

It was a Mr. Matherson
wanting to talk to George.

- [Frank] You can
tell him later.

- Yeah.

(clicking)

- What did he mean, Anderson,

in the kingdom of the blind?

- The one-eyed man is king.

(chuckling)

All okay now.

- [Announcer] For security
reasons he will of course

be traveling in his special car,

imported for the occasion.

The car is equipped
with b*llet-proof glass

and solid steel bodywork,
as secure as a tank

against any attack.
(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(slapping)

- Could be important.

- What could?
- Mr. Matherson wanting

to talk to George.

I ought to find George
and tell him.

- (mumbles), who's deal?

- Mine I...

(clunking)

(clicking)

- [Man] You know we checked
that before we set out.

- Yes so now I'm
checking it again.

Any objection?
- Well it seems to me

we might be a little
better off if you--

- Mr. Mullard?

- Uh, no Miss, he's uh,
he's not here at the moment.

You see he's gone
downstairs to help my mate

find the mains water
supply but he'll be

back in a minute, can I
take a message?

- Oh, just tell him that
Mr. Matherson called.

- Mr. Matherson, yes, will do.

(clunking)

- Are you alone here?

- No.

Well I mean, you're here
as well ain't 'ya, eh?

(chuckling)

- What, what are you doing
up here anyway?

There isn't a water
supply here is there?

- No, no, not exactly
in here but uh,

well you've got a header
tank just up there

under the roof and that's
where your trouble lies.

Look don't you worry
about it, I'll tell him

as soon as he gets back, yes?

- Oh, thank you.

(thumping)

- Careful!

- Don't worry.

(tense music)

- She is trouble!
- Sh, sh!

(anxious music)
- All right.

(suspenseful music)

(clattering)
(glass shattering)

- [Sally] Mr. Mullard?

(door closing)
Mr. Mullard?

- No.

Haven't you found him yet?

- No.

Frank, Frank why should
plumbers use g*n oil?

- They don't.
- But they are,

upstairs, I smelled it!

The same smell as my
father's hunting r*fle.

- (chuckles) This is
obviously your day

for playing Bloodhounds.

Look I'm going to the
library, do you want anything?

- No thanks.

Mr. Mullard?

(tense music)

(brooding music)

(clicking)

- Who can tell?
- I tell you it is

my letter!
- Oh Sally how can

you be so sure?

- Well by the weight, and I
can feel the airmail sticker!

It's mine, I know it's mine!

- Suppose it is, he just
forgot to take it

that's all.
- How could he forget,

he promised to mail it for me!

And anyway, there's a
nother thing.

- What?

- Well he's still in the house!

When I was upstairs I
stumbled, I felt his hand!

- Well that explains
the letter then,

if he hasn't left yet
he couldn't have

mailed the letter, could he?

- Well what's he still
doing in the house?

- Well I don't know.

You don't know either.

In fact you never even found
out who he was, did you?

- He certainly wasn't a plumber.

His voice, well he
was a gentleman.

Well that's it then,
gentleman plumber.

(chuckling)

- You know when this
is all over,

you and this,
(hollow thumping)

ought to get married.
- You check, double check

and go on checking, that
makes me a pro.

You wouldn't understand that.

- I understand perfectly.

You k*ll for money.

- Oh yes, what about you,
what do you k*ll for?

Hmm, the cause, a crusade
or maybe someone just

stepped on your bloody toes
and you want to kick back.

- I have a reason.
- So do I, 50,000 of 'em,

all of 'em money.

(chuckling)
- Shut up!

Thought I heard a car.

- I don't see it.

- I swore I heard a car.

(gravel crunching)

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell ringing)

- Morning sir.

Sorry, my name's Martin, police.

- Police, anything wrong?

- Nothing at all, it's
just a routine check.

- Cops!

- Is the principal of the
school around?

- Ah no I'm afraid not,

he's with the rest
watching the parade.

There is one member of the
staff here though, George.

Uh, Mr. Mullard.

- Where can I find him?

- Moore!

Hide that lot in there,
and yourself!

(mumbling)

- He might be in the
demonstration room.

If not I really don't
know where he is.

- You uh, looking for Mr.
Mullard?

- That's right.

- He's up here.
- Ah, eh...

- Okay?
- Fine, thanks.

- Frank?
- Yep.

- [Sally] Who was it,
at the door?

- Police.
- What?

- Oh calm down, it's just
a routine check.

- You understand sir, we
have to check all

the premises within range
of the parade,

especially those on high ground.

- I won't keep you long Mr.
Mullard.

- I see, you mean sn*pers,
that sort of thing.

Well, you can see for
yourself (chuckles),

not a telescopic sight anywhere.

- I know, and I always
feel a bit foolish

about having to do it,
but I have to

go through the process
just the same.

You know this would make
a damn good vantage point.

- Not expecting trouble are you?

- No.

At the same time, we're
always expecting trouble

if you know what I mean.

What's through here?

- It's just a storeroom.

I can get the key if you
think it's uh...

- No I'll take your word for it.

I'll just look at
the other rooms

if you don't mind, Mr. Mullard.

- Of course.

- Do you think I ought
to mention it to him?

- Mention what to who?

- Oh the police!

Tell him about the g*n oil,
my letter not being posted,

the plumbers!
- Oh come on Sally.

(birds chirping)

- I think that's about it.

- Fine.

- Just one more thing,
you say you're the only

member of the staff here
at the moment.

- Yes.
- Then who is the

chap who called me up here?

- Oh, you mean Jeff, oh
he's just a friend of mine.

Came to watch the
parade with me.

- Ah.

Well, it should all go off
without a hitch

if I have anything
to do with it.

- I am going to talk to him!

- Sally, hold on!
- To him or George

or someone, I tell you
there's something wrong!

- They'll laugh at you Sally.
- I tell you there's something

wrong, I sense it!

- Did they give you a (mumbles)?

- Relic of the previous owners.

- Titled gentry.

Right to the last they
were trying to turn

their houses into fortresses.

- You know what they say,

an Englishman's home
is his castle.

- I'm sorry you've
been troubled.

- Ah it's no trouble at
all Sergeant.

- Goodbye Mr. Mullard.
- Bye.

- Mr. Mullard?
(tense music)

Mr. Mullard?

Mr. Mullard?

(door closing)
(engine revving)

(door rattling)

- All okay now.

- For you maybe, but
for my blood pressure.

(chuckling)

- [Announcer] It's
marvelous to see how--

- Come on.

Get this all fixed up.

There won't be any more
interruptions.

- [Man] Don't touch that.

- Well what's the
matter with you

all I'm doing is moving it
(mumbling)

from one spot to another!
(mumbling)

- Work it out between you.

I'm just gonna prowl around,

see that everything's all right.

- You said it was, just now.

- All right.

See that everything stays

all right.

(chuckling)

- He was there, not
George and yet

I heard the policeman
call him Mr. Mullard,

but he wasn't George!

- Sally, how do you know that?

- Oh would George have
walked right past me?

Oh would he?

And anyway it was the
same man, the one who took

my letter and didn't mail it!

- Sally, Sally!
- Look don't Sally

me I'm right I tell you!

- You're over-wrought
that's for sure.

- Oh don't keep saying that!

- Well you are playing the
hypersensitive today, aren't you?

You sense they're not plumbers,
you sense

it's the same man as before.

Well how Sally, tell me that?

Exactly how do you know
it was the same man?

- Well you ought to know that!

- That's right Mike!

You know how we tell it's
George or the principal,

just by the sound of the
way they walk!

- Sure, because we've
been with them for months.

Some of us years!

But Sally thinks she can pick
out a complete stranger--

- In this case yes!
- Well why, tell me that?

Why would a stranger be
prowling around here?

Why would he ignore
you like that?

- I don't know!

- Sally!
(door slamming)

Sally.

Sally!

Look they were only kidding!

- Oh leave me alone!

- Where are you going?

- I'm going to work some
steam off that's what!

I'm gonna give that
dummy of ours a

real going over, break every
bone in its plastic body.

(suspenseful music)

(foreboding music)

- (mumbles) ready to go again.

(tense music)

- Come on Frank, give you a
chance to win back that million.

(grunting)

- Go on she'll get over it.

- Eh?
- Sally, that's just

nerves, frustration.

Happens to us all occasionally.

So we think why me?

It gets us all you know.

- I wasn't worried about that.

- What then?

- Well I was just thinking,
(sighs),

suppose she was right?

- Come on Pete deal the card eh?

(slurping)

- Stop that.

- Hmm?
- Just knock it off

do you mind?

(plastic clattering)

(tray rattling)

(clicking)
- Practice session for

passive movements,
intermediate class.

George Mullard speaking.

Now it must be remembered
that passive movements

are slow purposeful
movements performed

by the operator with the
patient completely relaxed.

They're performed to
maintain movement,

preserve the blood
supply to the limb,

and to keep the pattern of
movement in the patient's brain.

You'll appreciate they have
a particular role to play

in the treatment of the
unconscious patient.

- Queen straight.

- Ace of spades, King of spades.

- [George] Therefore,
make sure that the patient

is in a comfortable position,
and that you

are correctly placed to
grasp your model.

Adopt the position of
stride-stepping on the

side of the limb that
you're treating.

Your grips must be
comfortable and therefore,

your hands must be
perfectly relaxed.

Students should not
start the treatment

until after they've completed
their hand exercise routine.

Now you should be ready.

Grasp the patient's
upper limb on the

undersurface of the elbow
and around the

outer border of the hand.

- Two pairs!

(screaming)
(dramatic music)

- No, no, oh!

- That's Sally!
(clattering)

- Help (whimpers).

(mumbling)

(screaming)
No!

- Sally!

- Frank!
(dramatic music)

- Right there!

Listen feel this, feel this,
feel it!

That's right it's a g*n.

Now you know that don't
you, I want you to tell

your friends I've got a g*n,
all right?

Now listen, I've got
a g*n so stay

right where you are or
she gets hurt.

Now come on, tell 'em!
(Sally whimpering)

- He's telling the truth
he does have a g*n!

- It's pointed right at
this little lady's head

so back up, all of you,
back the way you came.

Now come on, move!
(Sally whimpering)

Come on, move!

- Sally are you all right?

- She's gonna be fine
just as long as you

do what you're told!

- Now Sally!
- I'm all right!

- Jefferies!
- It's all right!

- What the hell is going on?

- Nothing I can't handle,
get back to the launcher!

Come on, move!

(whimpering)

- [Sally] George is dead!

He's dead!

(sobbing)

- Who are you, what do you want?

- Nothing from you sir.

Now listen, I'm gonna
lock you in for a bit.

Now just be good, stay
out of trouble,

no one gets hurt, understood?

(shutter clattering)

(lock clicking)

(tense music)

(metallic jingling)

(door closing)

(sobbing)

- Everything's under control.

- Is that a fact?

And what the hell was
going on down there?

- Why don't you relax, hmm?

Watch some television.

- [Announcer] These people
have had a long wait,

some from late last night.

But there is a ripple of
anticipation now

because there isn't much
longer to wait.

- Hear?

It's not much longer.

Not much longer.

- Why, why George?
(chattering)

He was such a
harmless little man!

- They need this
house that's why!

- What for?
- Sally...

- Well didn't you hear
him talking to

the man on the stairs?

Get back to the launcher?

- Sh...
- Launcher?

- Listen, a rocket
launcher I suppose.

- Rockets, fireworks?

- No rocket rockets!

The type the army use!

- That's crazy.

Why on earth would
they want to...

Of course!
(radio chattering)

- [Announcer] And so far,
everything has gone off

without a hitch, from the
welcome at the airport,

to the final drive to this town.

And we have news that he
is on his way.

(brooding music)
This great man, this man

of peace, who has ironically,

been the target of
men of violence.

- That's why.
(tense music)

This man of peace.

In his b*llet-proof car.

b*llet-proof.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

- We have to do something!

- But what can we do?

Hey Mike, you know that frustration
you were talking about?

If we could just get a
glimpse of the world!

Some, gray, through
the darkness.

No they, the windows
are shuttered,

and the door is locked.

We might just as well be
helpless babies.

- No, maybe we could
break the shutters.

- Silently?
- Well the door then!

- Without making a noise?

The first sound and one
of them will be down here.

- And we wouldn't know.

One of them might be right
here in this room now.

And we wouldn't know.

- No it's, it's locked
from the outside.

- Oh!

- [Announcer] And we're
counting the minutes now,

and he's right on schedule,
and due here

at 11 five on the dot.

- 11 five.

It's 10:30 now.

- That's 30 minutes,
half an hour.

- And not a damn thing
we can do but

sit back and watch it happen.

- Except we can't
watch anything!

(dramatic music)

- [Announcer] Now there
is a surge of movement

in this vast crowd as
the great man approaches

what must be the biggest
welcome this country

has ever afforded a statesman.

(chuckling)

- Oh I like that.

The biggest welcome.

You uh, got over your
nerves yet, have you?

- Who said I had nerves?

- I did, I could see
you twitching.

I told you didn't I,
nothing could go wrong.

- It's not over yet.
- Oh it soon will be.

No hitches, no problems
we couldn't handle.

Do you know, didn't really
need you along at all.

- I'm here to see the job done.

- Hmm, you could have read
about it in the papers.

Watched it on telly.

- Our organization is paying you

and Anderson a lot of money.

Just regard me as
official observer,

to see that we get all
we've paid for.

- You'll get that all right.

One barbecued statesman.

- And no comebacks.

(sighing)

- [Announcer] And the
whole of the town is

alive with the--
- Turn that off!

It's bad enough we
can't do anything

without hearing it happen!

- What is it?
- What's up?

- I felt a draft!

Cold air on my cheek.

- [Man] So, the door
doesn't fit too well--

- Cold air!

See?

- Yeah she's right.

- So she can feel cold air.

- This place is
centrally heated.

Cold air.
- Must be coming

from outside somewhere!

- The windows!

- They're closed aren't they?

- Anyway that's the
wrong direction.

- Yes I can feel it too.

- Yes, coming from
this direction.

- Oh it's, probably
just an air vent.

- No that would be low to
the ground, wouldn't it?

Well that's the usual thing.

That's the notice board.

- [Sally] I found it,
it's coming from here!

- Peter, Ian, help me
get the notice board off.

- What's that?
- Some kind of door.

- A door at that height,
doesn't make sense does it?

- Wait a minute, hey Mike,

do you remember George
telling us about this house,

how it was donated by a
wealthy family?

- Yes, it used to be their
country pad or something.

- Right!

And this was the dining room.

- Yes I remember George
telling us how ornate

the ceiling was, it was

the dining room--
- And this could be

a dumb waiter!

- Huh?
- That's it, it's the

dumb waiter!
- But hang on,

we're on the ground
floor aren't we?

There's nothing beneath us.

- There's a cellar.
- A wine cellar!

- That's it!

And this must lead
straight down there.

(creaking)

- And no comebacks.

That's what you said
isn't it, no comebacks?

I know why you're here now.

- Official observer.

- Hatchet man.

If anything goes wrong,
gets fouled up,

and the finger could
be pointed back

at your organization, then
you're supposed

to eliminate the vial witnesses,

namely me and Anderson, right?

- But you keep assuring me
that nothing will go wrong

so you don't have to
worry do you?

Just let me do the
worrying from now on.

That's better.

Oh, we still have a little time,

so why don't you go see
if you can find

some coffee for us.

I'll look after your lady love.

- We'll talk about this again,
after.

(creaking)

(clattering)

(footsteps tapping)

- That's it!
- Sh!

(footsteps tapping)

He's gone.

(tense music)
- Sh!

- Look, get a chair (mumbles).
- Okay.

(clattering)

- [Man] Ow!

(tense music)

- [Frank] No no that's no good.

- [Mike] Here let me try.

(tense music)

No go.
- Then it has to be me!

- No no!
- Yes Frank of course,

all you men have tried,
it has to be me.

Okay, lower away.

- [Frank] Just hope these
ropes hold that's all.

- Come on Frank we
haven't got much time.

- Look Sally, when you
get down there,

there should be a door,
maybe leading directly

to the outside, now if
it's unlocked--

- Yes I know exactly what to do,

I'll make straight
for the road and

I'll yell at the first
car or person I hear!

Now come on Frank!

- Keep your hands tucked in.

(clunking)
(tense music)

(suspenseful music)

Sally?

- I think I'm there!
(suspenseful music)

(screaming)
(clunking)

- Sally are you all right?

Sally?

- I'm all right!

(wincing)

It's very damp here.

(fingers snapping)

It's not very high.

(tense music)
(fingers snapping)

There are arches, pillars.

It's quite long.
(fingers snapping)

I can feel fresh air!

There must be door somewhere!

(spitting)

(thumping)

There is a door!

It's unlocked!

There is a door, I'm
clear Frank!

(tense music)
(birds chirping)

Help, please, please help!

(gravel crunching)

(suspenseful music)

Please?

(screaming)

(lock clicking)
(Sally whimpering)

- One of them,
somebody's grabbed her!

- That's it then.
- No that isn't it!

Look they'll be bringing
her back here won't they?

- Yes but what can we--
- Well, we have to

move fast!

(clicking)

(whimpering)

- Just lucky I'm a careful man.

Lucky for me, not you!

I was lucky I was
prowling about!

(Sally gasping)

Now don't try anything else!

Stupid.

(suspenseful music)

(g*n clattering)

You--
- Hold him!

Get the pressure point!
- I've got them!

- Frank...
- I've got them!

(sighing)
- What's happening?

- He's unconscious.

Mike, how long have we got?

- Five, maybe six
minutes I don't know.

- The g*n I can't find the g*n!

Help me!

Not in this place, spread out,
clockwise!

Everybody go!

- Frank, Frank I found the g*n!

Frank!

What good is a g*n to us?

- Well you never know.

Come on.

(footsteps thumping)

There are more of them up there.

And we have to stop them.

- [Announcer] And there he
is now, approaching the town!

There's a final attempt to
push forward to the front

for a better view of
the motorcade.

There is literally only
minutes away--

- Do you mind, I'm watching--
- I don't want any

distractions, not now.

- [Moore] What's the matter you

- Not now!
- nervous or something?

- I'm just getting a little

sick of you--
- Listen you want it

done right don't you?

You want it finished.

- Where's Anderson?

- Where he always is,
checking up, prowling around,

making sure there are
no last minute hitches.

- Well shouldn't he be here

for the bang--
- Listen just the sound

of your voice distracts
me, that could put me off

and I can't afford that,
nor can you.

- Fine I'll get a drink!

- Yes you get your drink
and stay out till it's over!

Oh you'll hear the bang.

Even from this distance
you'll hear the bang.

(door closing)

Then it'll be my turn Mr. Moore.

The second bang you
won't hear at all.

(clicking)
(dramatic music)

Not at all.

- Somebody's coming!

Hide!

(suspenseful music)

(mumbles), I'll go
for the voice!

(dramatic music)
(grunting)

(scuffling)
(shouting)

(grunting)

(clicking)

Right, right, leave him,
leave him!

(smacking)

Yeah he's out cold!

Now how many more of
them are there?

- Just one!
- What?

How can you be so sure?

- Two plumbers, and the
man who took my letter!

I'm sure, I sense it!

- That's good enough for me!

Should have trusted
Sally's senses earlier!

Right just one!

- And the g*n!
- Sh!

- The rocket launcher, whatever,
that's in the staff room,

I'm sure of that too!

- Ah, by the big window
that faces south!

- Of course, that
makes sense too!

Best possible vantage!

View right down to the
town unobstructed.

- Who knows the staff room?

- Not me, I've never been there.

- Well I've been there a
couple of times.

- Yeah the last time I
was there was

months ago, I'm not too sure--

- But I am!

Well, George has
been teaching me

to play chess, I go
there almost every day!

- (sighs) Well it's you then.

You again.

And you Mike!

Sh!

Now the rest of you
stay down here.

- What do you have in mind?

- You have to be my eyes Sally.

The blind leading the...

Come on.

(suspenseful music)

(clicking)

(tense music)

Mike, Mike.

The door is straight ahead,
go to it.

And put your hand on the handle,

just rest it understand?

- Okay.
- Now be ready to

move the moment I say so.

The moment I say so.

(tense music)
Be well clear of the door.

Well...

Sally?

- Yes?

- Take my right arm.

Feel it?
- Yes.

(clicking)

- Moore?

Is that you?

(crowd cheering)

- Now hold my arm tight!

We're now absolutely square
to the door, understand?

- Yes.
- Now I want you to point my

arm at the window in that room.

- What?
- Just do as I say.

- I can't Frank!
- You can!

- I can't remember where
the window is!

I don't--
- Oh Sally, Sally,

just go through the room
mentally, talk it through!

(sighing)

- Through the door, three paces,

then there's a table.

- Good girl.
- A pace and a half

to the right, then
there's the sofa.

Three paces to the right,
then it's the desk.

- The window Sally, the window!

- Oh, that's to the
right of the desk.

No, no, it's to the left
of the sofa from here.

- Desk...

Sofa.

- Three paces to the left.

There, there, that's it!

- [Frank] I'm now
pointing at the window?

- Yes.

- Right.

Now push me forward, slowly.

(tapping)

Am I still pointing
at the window?

- [Sally] Yes.

- Now step away from me,
right away to one side.

Oh let's say he's
average height,

about five foot nine.

Ready Mike?

- Ready.
(suspenseful music)

- Now!

(g*n firing)

(clicking)
(rocket whooshing)

(expl*si*n booming)

(grunting)

(crowd screaming)
- A wonderful sight!

A Saturday gone without
hitch, without incident!

A sight to tell your
grandchildren about!

Oh this is something to see!
(thumping)

This is really something to see!

(eerie dramatic music)

(slow forlorn music)