We Shall See

We Shall See is a 1964 British drama film directed by Quentin Lawrence and starring Maurice Kaufmann, Faith Brook and Alec Mango. It was adapted from a 1926 novel We Shall See! by Edgar Wallace.

Partial cast

  • Maurice Kaufmann - Evan Collins
  • Faith Brook - Alva Collins
  • Alec Mango - Ludo
  • Alex Macintosh - Greg Thomas
  • Hugh Paddick - Connell
  • Talitha Pol - Jirina
  • Donald Morley - Superintendent
  • Marianne Stone - Jenny
  • References

  • http://ftvdb.bfi.org.uk/sift/title/57497
  • External links

  • We Shall See at the Internet Movie Database
  • Podcasts:

    PLAYLIST TIME:

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