Scripts: The Man Who Knew Too Much (final draft, 07/May/1955) - page 1
THE MAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCH An Original Screenplay by John Michael Hayes FINAL DRAFT May 7, 1955 MAIN TITLES INT. BUS - (DAY) - MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT Mr. and Mrs. Ben McKenna at the back of a motor coach with their seven year old son, HANK. We do not see much of the background which is receding from us. THEY are studying the countryside from the windows at each side of them. The CAMERA PULLS BACK down the aisle of the bus revealing the other passengers. They are a surprise, consisting of Arab men and women, with an occasional civilian and French Army officer. The CAMERA STOPS at the end of the bus. EXT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. CLOSE SHOT The French driver and a couple of his companions, Arab. EXT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. CLOSE SHOT The CAMERA MOVES BACK TO THE REAR OF THE BUS, photographing the side windows. At the bottom of the screen is the destination board. By the time we get opposite the window out of which the McKennas are looking, we have been able to read the words "CASABLANCA -- MARRAKESH." INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. CLOSE SHOT Ben and Hank are looking intently out the window. Jo's interest seems only casual. HANK Daddy -- you sure I never been to Africa before? It looks familiar. INT. BUS (DAY) - MED. LONG SHOT Shooting through the McKenna's window at the landscape moving by. It is semiarid desert. A line of blue- grey mountains in the distant. INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. CLOSE SHOT Jo studies the landscape. JO We saw the same scenery last summer driving to Las Vegas. Hank turns, and smiles slightly. HANK Oh sure. Where daddy lost all that money at the cr -- BEN Hank! HANK -- table. Ben gives his wife a look of exasperation, She smiles at him. HANK Hey look - a camel! INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. LONG SHOT Shooting through the McKenna's window. The bus is entering a small Arab village, Squat stone and plaster building, narrow streets, a few carts, donkeys and one camel. A few pedestrians, mostly Arab men, few women. INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. CLOSE SHOT Ben puts his hand on Hank's shoulder. JO This isn't really Africa, Hank. It's French Morocco. BEN (To her) Northern Africa. HANK Still seems like Las Vegas. BEN (Slightly indignant) We're only a hundred miles north of the Sahara Desert! INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. LONG SHOT The bus is passing through the center of the town. We move past a few shops, everything looking drab and meager. The sun is strong and hot. INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. LONG SHOT Hank studies the scene outside. He shrugs. HANK I dunno. In school they called it the Dark Continent. (He squints) It's twice as bright as Indianapolis! Jo and Ban smile at Hank. BEN Just wait till you see Marrakesh. HANK Marrakesh. Sounds like a drink. Ben runs his tongue across his lips. BEN You bet it does. INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. LONG SHOT The bus rolls on past the Arab village into the open desert once again. It looks parched and grim. INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. CLOSE SHOT Tired of watching the sameness of the desert, Hank grows, restless. He looks about for something to do. Ben leans back against the seat and closes his eyes. Jo takes a paper-bound novel out of her bag, finds her place. Hank decides to wander down the aisle of the bus and test its possibilities for adventure. The CAMERA DOLLIES BACK with him as he rather aimlessly makes for the front of the bus,. Having left the Arab village, the bus picks up speed, and is beginning to bump and sway somewhat. When Hank is a little better than half way down the aisle, the bus sways in a particularly startling manner, causing Hank to stagger. In order to steady himself, he thrusts out his hand to grab the side of a seat. He misses the seat, and only succeeds in clutching at the veil of an Arab woman. Unfortunately, he pulls the veil from her face. INT. BUS - (DAY) - CLOSE SHOT The startled woman, instantly horrified, covers her face with her hands and gives a sharp cry, INT. BUS - (DAY) - CLOSE SHOT With the bus still bumping and swaying, Hank staggers a bit without realizing that he still has, hold of the woman's veil. INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. SHOT The woman still covers her face, but from the seat next to her, and nearer the window, an Arab rises and makes a sharp comment in Arabic to Hank. The Arab's robes are brown, with a turban-like hat combining twisted strands of white and pale green cloth, The Arab starts to move past the woman, toward Hank, repeating his demand. INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. SHOT People look quickly toward the sound, wondering at the reason for the trouble. INT. BUS (DAY) - CLOSE SHOT The bus driver scans his rear vision mirror for the source of the trouble behind him. INT. BUS (DAY) - CLOSE SHOT Hank looks up at the oncoming Arab, and retreats uncertainly, not realizing he is still holding the veil. INT. BUS - (DAY) - CLOSE SHOT The Arab in the brown robes begins assaulting the boy in furious Arabic, indicating that he wants the veil. INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. CLOSE SHOT Two Arabs, and a veiled woman, rise in their seats apparently disturbed by what the brown-clothed Arab is saying. They being talking among themselves. INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. CLOSE SHOT Ben and his wife, Jo, are straining from their back seat and looking down the aisle to see what is wrong. Ben looks at his wife quickly and then back, indicating that Hank is involved. INT. BUS - (DAY) - CLOSE SHOT Still staring straight at the Arab, both frightened and fascinated by his verbal attack, Hank retreats. INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. SHOT Except for the French passengers, everyone in the bus is in a state of disturbance. The Arab continues to advance on Hank keeping up a steady tirade of Arabic. INT. BUS - (DAY) - CLOSE SHOT Ben rises quickly and advances protectively toward his son and the oncoming Arab. INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. SHOT Hank retreats and squeezes himself against his mother, still with the veil in one hand. Ben faces the Arab who stops, but continues his monologue for Ben's benefit. BEN Now wait a minute. Wait a minute. Simmer down. The Arab continues pointing, talking. INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. CLOSE SHOT From a nearby seat a young Frenchman in civilian clothes rises quickly. The CAMERA PANS him to Ben and the Arab. He pushes in between the pair. LOUIS (To Ben) Pardon me. He turns to the Arab, moves him back a little, sharply silences his attack, and then begins, in Arabic, to explain firmly that the boy meant, no harm. It was an accident. The Arab isn't convinced, points to Hank. INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. CLOSE SHOT The Frenchman leans toward Hank and takes the veil he is still unconsciously holding. He hands it to the Arab with a sharp command to return to his seat. The Arab turns away carrying the veil. As the CAMERA PANS him AWAY, we see the spectators resuming their seats, growing quiet. INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. CLOSE SHOT Hank and Jo relax. Ben addresses the Frenchman, a pleasant-looking young man. He is LOUIS BERNARD. BEN I'd like to thank you. Without your help, anything might have happened. LOUIS (smiles pleasantly) A pleasure, monsieur. There are moments in life when we all need a little help. BEN May I introduce my wife, Mrs. McKenna. Louis turns pleasantly to Jo. LOUIS How do you do, madame. My name is Louis Bernard. She returns his smile. JO Thank you, Mr. Bernard. BEN And this is our son, Hank. LOUIS Hallo, Hank. He holds out his hand to Hank, who takes it. HANK You talk Arab talk. LOUIS A few words. JO Why was he so angry? It was an accident. LOUIS (Half shrugs) The Moslem religion allows for few accidents. (To Ben) May I be permitted to sit down? BEN Oh, sure, sure. Of course. Next to Jo, there. LOUIS (Pauses) I thought his name was Hank. BEN Oh, uh -- (MORE) BEN (CONT'D) (smiles) That's my wife's name. Jo. Jay oh. No "e." INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. CLOSE SHOT Louis Bernard slides into the seat next to Jo, who moves over slightly. Ben sits on the other side so that Hank and Jo are between himself and Louis. In the rear windows behind them we see the retreating landscape of French Morocco. LOUIS How different. BEN For Josephine. Called her Jo so long, nobody knows her by any other name. HANK I do. Mummy. She smiles at Hank, rubs the back of his neck. LOUIS Now about the "accident." You see, a Moslem woman never takes off her veil in public under any circumstances. HANK They feed her intervaneously? Louis looks at the boy with some surprise. LOUIS Quite a big word for such a small boy. BEN I'm a doctor. LOUIS Oh. Well, he sounds like one. BEN He can spell "haemoglobin" -- but he has trouble with "cat" and "dog." LOUIS (Laughs) And where do you practice, Doctor? BEN Indianapolis, Indiana. The Good Samaritan. INT. BUS - (DAY) - CLOSE SHOT Jo seems to be studying Bernard, as if puzzled. LOUIS (O.S.) What brings you to Marrakesh? INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. CLOSE SHOT Ben seems happy to talk with somebody new. BEN We've been to a medical convention in Paris. And while we were in Europe, I thought I'd like to see Morocco again. HANK Daddy liberated Africa. Louis laughs a little. Ben seems uncomfortable. BEN I was up around Casablanca with an Army field hospital, that's all. INT. BUS - (DAY) - CLOSE SHOT Jo his been listening. She seems annoyed at Louis Bernard's questioning. She interrupts. JO Do you live in Morocco, Mr. Bernard? INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. CLOSE SHOT He smiles at her. LOUIS Oh no. (To Ben) I suppose you came directly from Paris? BEN We looked in on Rome and Lisbon a few days. HANK And Casablanca. LOUIS I hope you will have time to truly enjoy Marrakesh. BEN At the most we'll have three days. LOUIS You will naturally be stopping at the hotel Mamounia or La Menara? JO Why? LOUIS (smiles) They are hotels for tourists of good taste. The background, as seen through the windows of the bus, indicates that we are in a built-up area. INT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. SHOT It moves through the outskirts of Marrakesh, a somewhat more populated section, although the streets are narrow and crowded. INT. BUS (DAY) - MED. CLOSE SHOT A persists with Louis Bernard. JO Do you live in France, Mr. Bernard? LOUIS Sometimes. HANK Do you eat snails. LOUIS When I'm lucky enough to got them. HANK If you ever get hungry, our garden back home is full of snails. LOUIS (Chuckles) Thank you for the invitation. HANK That's all right. We tried everything to got rid of them. We never thought of a Frenchman. Even Jo has to laugh at this, and as the bus continues on into Marrakesh, the three see to be fairly good friends brought together by the artless charm of a little boy. EXT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. LONG SHOT The bus moves slowly through the streets busy with bicycle riders, Arab women carrying things on their heads, men on foot leading donkeys, an occasional camel, carts, horse-drawn carriages carrying elegant Moslem women, and ancient French automobiles. EXT. BUS - (DAY) - MED. LONG SHOT The bus circles past the "Medina" of Marrakesh, the market place with its crowds, vendors, shoppers, beggars, and the curious. It swings in toward the bus stop. EXT. BUS STOP - (DAY) - MED. LONG SHOT The bus pulls up to a stop, the door opens, and the passengers begin to file out. The McKennas, together with Louis Bernard, are the last off the bus. Arab helpers have already climbed to the roof of the bus, to unload the baggage. The clean-cut airline baggage of the McKennas is in sharp contrast to the Hessianroped bundles of the Arabs. There are nearby fiacres to take the people to their various destinations in the city, and some small, undersized taxi cabs. EXT. BUS STOP - (DAY) - MED. CLOSE SHOT Hank rubs his backside a little. HANK Next time take the train. BEN (To Louis) Would you like to share our taxi to the hotel? LOUIS That's kind of you, doctor, but unfortunately I have some business first. Jo tries to be casual. JO What business are you in, Mr. Bernard? But he has turned his head and speaks something in Arabic to a porter, who begins to gather the McKenna's bags, and one belonging to Louis. Louis turns to Ben. LOUIS However, I'll be there later - perhaps we might have a drink together. BEN All right. But I'll serve the drinks in our suite. LOUIS In that case, I will take you to dinner. BEN No. Now that's not a fair bargain. LOUIS But I know Marrakesh. I can show you an intriguing Arab restaurant where the food is different, and the manner of eating exotic. BEN (Gives in) Well -- that's what we came here for. Okay, Jo? Simple one of those Arabian Nights? Ben takes her arm, in a warm gesture. JO (Smiles agreeably) Okay, But I'm no Scheherazade. BEN You'll do. LOUIS How would you prefer to travel to the hotel? By taxi? Fiacre? HANK A wagon! I want to ride in a wagon! He points out one of the open horse-drawn carriages. Louis looks to Ben for confirmation. Ben nods assent. Louis turns to the porter, and orders him in Arabia to put the McKenna's baggage aboard the first available carriage. He picks up his own small bag. LOUIS Au revoir. I look forward to cocktails. He nods to Ben and Jo, and Pats Hank on the head. JO Goodbye. BEN See you later. And thinks again. Louis smiles, turns and casually strolls off toward the center of the market place. Hank watches him for a moment, while Ben turns to see what is happening to his bags. HANK I don't like people who pat me on the head. BEN (turns to Jo) The carriage awaits, madame. Jo turns from the retreating Louis, and steers Hank toward Ben, The CAMERA PANS them to the fiacre. EXT. BUS STOP - (DAY) - MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT The McKennas follow their baggage aboard the carriage. EXT. BUS STOP - (DAY) - CLOSE SHOT Ben settles the excited Hank into his seat. HANK How do you like this! A horse-drawn convertible! Jo looks toward the market place, and something she sees makes her eyes widen with surprise. EXT. MARKET PLACE - (DAY) - SEMI-LONG SHOT As seen from Jo's viewpoint, over the side of the carriage. The Frenchman, Louis Bernard, is talking wit the Arab in the brown robes and white and green hat. The same Arab who was assaulting Hank verbally on the bus. They are talking pleasantly, and smiling. EXT. BUS STOP - DAY) - CLOSE SHOT Jo turns to call Ben's attention to it, when there is a sudden crack of a whip, a shouted command to the horse, and the carriage starts of with an abrupt jerk. It throws her head back. Hank screams with delight. BEN Hold on. Hold on! Here we go! The carriage moves into the street with a rapid pace. Jo looks again to find Louis Bernard. EXT. MARKET PLACE - (DAY) - SEMI-LONG SHOT Louis Bernard and the Arab have disappeared. EXT. THE CARRIAGE - (DAY) - MED. CLOSE SHOT Jo slumps back into the seat, trying to evaluate whit she his seen. The market place recedes in the background. Hank is now standing up, holding on to the side of the carriage and watching the sights. J0 Ben -- I just saw Louis Bernard talking to that Arab. BEN What Arab? JO The one who was shouting at Hank for taking the woman's veil. He and the Frenchman were talking like old friends. BEN All right. Let's assume they knew each other, and Louis Bernard didn't bother to tell us. What does that mean? JO It means Mr. Bernard is a very mysterious man. BEN He struck me as quite normaL JO What do you know about him? BEN I know his name...and, uh.... JO You see? And he knows you're an American living in Indianapolis, Indiana. A doctor at the Good Samaritan. You have a garden with snails, a wife, a boy who can spell haemoglobin. You went to a medical convention in Paris. Stopped at Rome, Lisbon, Casablanca. You once served in North Africa with an Army field Hospital -- BEN Now hold on. Wait a minute. We were just talking casually... Jo shakes her head. JO Not talking. (MORE) JO (CONT'D) He was asking, you were telling. You might as well have handed him your passport. BEN What difference does it make? I have nothing to hide. JO Maybe Mr. Bernard has. BEN Jo. I know this is mysterious Morocco. Inscrutable natives gliding through twisted, narrow streets, but -- JO (Irritated at not being taken seriously) Oh, Ben! BEN Then relax. You're just mad because he didn't ask any questions about you. She looks at him briefly without any expression. Then she malts into a smile. JO Bitter medicine, doctor. But I'll swallow it. The carriage swings into the driveway of the Hotel Mamounia. It is a rich-looking building, elegantly landscaped. The CAMERA PANS it to the entrance of the hotel. Several hotel employees move quickly to meet it. They help the McKennas descend, and assemble the baggage.
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