Witness for the Prosecution

Come now, Sir Wilfrid,
you must not think of it.

You must get ready for sleep,
think beautiful thoughts.

Now, let's get undressed. Put these on,
tops and bottoms, while I make your bed.

After your rest
we'll have a nice cup of cocoa.

Then perhaps
we'll have a walk around the square.

You know, I feel sorry
for that nice Mr Vole.

And not just because he was arrested,
but that wife of his. She must be German.

That's what happens when we let our
boys cross the Channel. They go crazy.

The government should do something
about foreign wives. Like an embargo.

How else can we take care of our own
surplus. Don't you agree, Sir Wilfrid?

All right. Hop in!
Sir Wilfrid?
Sir Wilfrid!
Come back!
Yes, of course I knew that Leonard had
been seeing Mrs French quite frequently.

Go on.
I knew when he came home with a pair
of green socks she'd knitted for him.

That's quite natural.
I'm sure a jury will find it endearing.

Leonard can be very endearing.
He hates that particular shade of green

and the socks were two sizes too large,
but he wore them just the same
to give her pleasure.

Leonard has a way with women.
I only hope he has an all-woman jury.
They will carry him from court in triumph.

A simple acquittal will do. Now, you know
Mrs French left your husband money?

Yes. A lot of money.
Of course, your husband had
no previous knowledge of this bequest?

Is that what he told you?
Surely you're not suggesting different?
Oh, no, no. I do not suggest anything.
Clearly, she had come to look upon your
husband as a son or favourite nephew.

You think Mrs French looked
upon Leonard as a son? Or a nephew?

I do. An entirely natural
and understandable relationship.

What hypocrites you are in this country.