Night Boat to Dublin

Squad... shun!

Jannings, this is Sir George Bell of the Home Office.

He wishes to say something to you.

Fredrick Jannings, in accordance with the rules of war

and the findings of a properly constituted court,

you're to be shot for espionage.

I have, however, been authorised to give you

an opportunity to evade that penalty.

The decision rests with you.

His Majesty's government is prepared to commute your death sentence

to one of imprisonment if you will tell us the whereabouts

of the Swedish scientist

Niels Eric Hansen.

What is your answer?

Dr. Hanson is dead.

We have every reason to believe that is untrue.

When you were arrested you had in your possession a document,

a document giving a report on the progress of experiments of an atomic explosive.

Not only was that document recognised as being the work of Dr. Hansen,

it also showed that the experiments where in a much more advanced stage

than when he disappeared six months ago.

It was obviously of recent origin and you were attempting to take it

to enemy agents in a neutral country: the Irish Free State.

Now then, Jannings, where is Dr. Hansen?

I have nothing to say.

I see.

And that's your last word?

Yes.

Very well.

All right, Jannings.

That didn't get us very far.

Well, maybe Hansen is dead after all.

You can't ignore what experts say, Toby.

That document is not only Hansen's work,

but it's work that must have been done since he disappeared.

Then he's working for them.

If he'd been prepared to do that, why did they try and kidnap him in Stockholm?

And do you suppose the government would have brought him over here

if they hadn't been absolutely sure of him.

Perhaps he can't help himself, he may not be in the position to refuse.

You'd never force a man like Hansen to do anything.

You can't have it both ways.

- - - - That's that. - Hmm.

- - - - Now what? - Ireland.

They've still got to get that information over to Keitel.

We'll try working back from that end.

Wilson, you and I will catch the night boat.

It's quite like the old times to see lights again.

Strange how we took such things for granted

until we had to do without them.

Yes, you're right.

Wilson, have you ever stopped to think exactly what it would mean

if Hansen succeeds in this atomic bomb business

and the wrong people should ever get hold of it?

Imagine it: all the explosive power they want out of nothing, just there.

Think of it: as a bombing weapon it means obliteration.

A whole town, a city, wiped out in a fraction of a second.

They've been working on that idea for years.

I know, but Hansen looks like pulling it off,

and we've got to find him.

It's not going to be easy.

No, but if we can spot the man who's carrying his reports to Keitel,

well, we've at least got a lead and we can follow it back.

Go on, we'd better separate again, we'll soon be docking.

See you at the New Eastern.

Don't you know what time he's expected to arrive?

No, he's just booked a room there from tomorrow.

- - - - Hello, Wilson, fancy seeing you here. - Hello, Faber, how are you?

I'm very well. What have you been doing yourself lately?

I haven't seen you in the club since, oh, before the war.

- - - - You're not living in Ireland, are you? - No, just a visit.

I live in the country.

London's a bit too full these days for my liking.

- - - - Yes, it is a bit crowded, isn't it? - How about you?

- - - - On holiday? - No, no, no, business.

- - - - Legal business, you know. - Have a drink?

No, I don't think I will, for the moment. I'm going to get something to eat.

Well, it's nice to have seen you.

- Yes, sir? - Scotch, please.

Atomic explosive.

There's no answer to that one.

Thank you.

Excuse me, madam.

Are we nearly there, steward?

Yes, madam, you can see the lights of Dún Laoghaire now.

Hadn't we better go and see about our baggage, dear?

Yes. All right, darling.

Oh, excuse me.

You've dropped something.

Oh, thank you.

You know, I rather doubt that you'll get that

through the customs on this side.

They're rather particular these days.

Even go through your pockets, they tell me.

Oh, do they?

- - - - That's all right. - Oh, thank you very much, sir.

And, steward,

is that any good to you?

Oh, yes, sir, yes. Thanks very much.

- - - - Is the evening post in yet? - Yes, sir.

Let me see now. Mr. O'Connor, is it not?

- - - - That's right, yes. - Yes, sir.

- - - - That's all there is, sir. - Thank you.

Ground floor, please.

You might take this up to the gentleman in room 70, will you?

Yes, sir.

What name shall I say, sir?

No, that's all right. He'll know who it's from.

Thank you, sir.

Yes, that's the best one, ma'am. The 8:33.

- Thank you very much. - Not at all.

A gentleman asked me to give you this, sir.

He said you'd know who it's from.

Yes, that's right.

Thank you, sir!

Oh, just a minute, son, have you got any more of those magazines downstairs?

I couldn't say, sir.

It didn't come from the bookstall, a gentleman gave it to me.

Oh, who was he? Do you know?

He might be able to tell me where I could get one.

I don't know his name, sir.

He's in room 48, opposite the lifts on the second floor.

I think he's just gone out though.

Oh, uh, oh well, never mind. Thanks so much.

Thank you , sir.

Yes?

Yes.

No, sir, I can't find any Mr. Hughes staying here.

Ah...

Well, I'm not sure, but I thought he said room 48.

No, sir, room 48 is let to a Mr. O'Connor.

- - - - Is it? - Yes, sir.

Then I must have been mistaken.

- - - - I'm sorry to have troubled you. - That's quite all right, sir.

- - - - May I have my key, please? Room 48. - Yes, sir.

- - - - There you are, sir. - Thank you.

I shall be leaving in two minutes. You might get my bill ready, will you?

- - - - Room 48. - Certainly, sir.

- - - - Number 48, please. - Yes, sir.

I've just given that key to someone, sir.

You have?

To whom?

A tall gentleman.

Darkish overcoat and a... a light grey muffler, sir.

That's very odd.

Are you sure that's the number he asked for?

Well, I may have made a mistake, sir. But I thought it was.

Anyway, don't worry, sir.

Sure I can easily let you in with a pass key.

Of course he... he may have made a mistake about the number of his room.

That often happens, you know, sir.

Well, there you are, sir.

We'll probably get your key back in a few minutes.

I'll send it up to you.

I'm sorry, sir.

That's all right.

Yes, sir?

There's no soap in my room.

Sorry, sir, we'll send some up.

Thank you, sir.

Can I help you?

Is this what you're looking for?

Uh, yes. Yes, I should imagine it is.

I thought it might be.

How disappointing for you to get so far

and then find yourself at the wrong end of one of these.

Such a helpless feeling.

Isn't it?

Who is it?

Your soap, sir.

Oh, just put it down there, will you?

Ah-ah.

May I?

Do you mind moving back a little?

It...

It's such a helpless feeling, isn't it?

Being on the wrong end of one of these.

...class on the right!

Second class on the left!

First class on the right!

Second class on the left!

Here's your life belt.

First class on the right, sir.

First on the right and second on the left, please.

Hello. I didn't expect to see you again so soon.

Yeah. You had your business finished all right then?

Huh? Oh, yes, yes, thank goodness.

- - - - What about a drink? - Good idea.

Well, what are you going to have?

- - - - Whisky, I think. - Two whiskies, please.

Certainly, sir.

Not Irish.

Well, the journey doesn't look too promising, does it?

Well, I don't know. It might turn out all right.

Oh, thanks.

Thank you, sir.

That's all right, steward.

Have another one.

- - - - Uh, no thanks, not for the moment. - Oh, I think I will.

Very good, sir.