All language subtitles for The.Curse.Of.The.Living.Corpse.1964.

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Whatever a man's role in life,

it is not for mortals to judge.

Rufus Sinclair is now
laid to rest.

Let us pray to an
eternal sound sleep.

You all have my deepest sorrow,

and especially you, Mrs.
Sinclair.

Responsibility now
rests on your shoulders.

I would like that your
mother is well taken care of.

Fear not, Reverend.

We'll see to it.

Well, it's over and done with.

I thought we'd never
see the end.

Bruce, please, not now,

not here while we're in his.

Oh, really, Mother.

Piety doesn't become you.

Of all of us you've
suffer the most.

Of all of us you
should be the first

to breathe a sigh of relief.

In the name of sanity,
leave her alone.

Let's get out of here I
can't breathe.

Seth put out the torches!

No, there's a specific provision

in the will that forbids that!

I'm master here now,
Seth!

Put out the torches,

and lock the door
after we leave.

I warn you I'll not be
responsible for the consequences.

I told you your father's wishes,

and you've gone
against all of them.

Philip, I don't think this place

is healthy for any of us.

Come along.

Philip.

I'll see you at the house.

I need a drink.

I'll lock up, Seth.

Yes, ma'am.

Once, too long ago to remember,

you gave me this diamond pin.

So unexpected,

and I might have treasured it.

But that was not to be.

Once every fortnight,

you wanted at me to wear it,

reminded me of its value,

used it to torment me.

At last unable to touch it,

I hid it from sight.

That look when I told
you it was lost,

like some terrible device
clamped to your face

closing,

contorting,

until the last final stroke.

And so, now in this
bleak and barren vault,

I must return it to you,

Rufus Sinclair.

Philip.

You shouldn't
do that, my dearest,

at least not until the
buried treasure is divided.

Can't you wait until
after the reading?

The others will soon be here.

Besides what if you.

You were about to say
if I were disinherited?

Father's threats
can't harm me now.

No longer need I lie cowering
in my bed listening to him

thump, thump, thump
with his cane.

No longer need I
swallow his abuse.

Nor listen to you, my dearest,

cautioning me not to
enrage that cursed tyrant.

You disgust me.

No, no, not now.

Noblesse oblige.

Now that I'm master,
I can do what I please

when I please and
where I please.

Are you so callous as to
deny rank its privilege,

or so fickle as to have forgotten
our nights in the kitchen

bathing desire under
a full moon?

Bruce!

Oh, Mother.

I was just about to go
in for the festivities.

Robert, is
everyone here?

The servants are in the hall.

Well, have them come in
quickly, please.

Yes, sir.

"I, Rufus B. Sinclair,

"being of sound mind and body."

"Sound mind?"

You've gotta hand it to papa.

Right up to the bitter end
he thrived on the ironic.

It better be accepted that papa

was of sound mind when he
made his will,

or we'll never see a
penny his money.

Now as a doctor where I
called in for an opinion...

You might have become
a doctor, but you didn't.

As I was saying,

were I called in for an
opinion, I would certify

that at the time papa was sound
enough to compose his will.

- And, furthermore...
- Right you are, Dr. Sinclair!

And that I am
sufficiently competent

to have certified and
reported his death!

Now would you like to have a
go at that, my learned brother?

Lead us not into the
twilight region

of doubt, Dr. Sinclair.

Being of sound mind and body,

do declare this my last
will and testament.

First, my servants,

those who have been in my
employee for less than 10 years

shall receive the sum of
one silver dollar

for each year of service.

Those who have served
over 10 years

are to receive the
sum of $1,000.

Now that's all that
concerns the servants.

May I ask that you
leave the room.

Except, Seth.

Seth, only you among
the employees

are to share in the bequest,

and only you are to be
bound by its terms.

I can tell all of you that there
were considerable holdings,

and all of you will be
amply provided for

if, you abide by the
provisions of the will,

some of which I'm afraid
have already been ignores.

"For many years I have been
afflicted with a strange malady,

"which in its most severe
state, leaves me helpless

"and with the
appearance of death.

"Because of it I have
always had a morbid fear

"of being buried alive."

You were aware of this
weren't you, Bruce?

I was.

A rare atrophy of the
nervous system

where the muscles become
coldly ridged.

"Each of you must
fulfill certain conditions.

"Abigail, you are to be sure

"there is no funeral
for at least five days

"to be certain I am
really dead."

I must remind you, Abigail,

that you let certain
members of the family

persuade you to have the
funeral after only two days.

It was the only thing to do.

Bruce, examined him.

He was sure he was dead!

Mr. Benson, is there
more to this enlightening

and magnanimous document?

What else has dear
father left for us to do?

"Bruce, must call in
a consulting physician

"to make doubly certain
that I am in reality dead."

This you did not do, Bruce.

Don't worry, Benson, he's dead.

"Philip, is to see
that the door of my tomb

"is never locked.

"Vivian, must faithfully keep
all my belongings in tact

"against my possible
return from the tomb.

"Seth, is to be responsible
for keeping lighted torches

"in my tomb both day and night,

"and my nephew, Robert, is
to see that all the others

"keep the provisions of this
my last will and testament.

"For this period of one year,

"my attorney, James Benson,
is empowered to dispense

"such monies for the
maintenance of the household

"but only for absolute
emergencies and dire necessities."

Well, does this mean that I...

Well, that we can't
receive any money at all?

It means precisely that.

But we can't behave
like paupers.

What's the matter, Doctor?

Your gambling friends
will have to wait.

"Each of you has certain phobias

"and certain fears as
terrible as mine,

"and if you do not
follow my wishes,

"I solemnly vow I shall see
that each of you perishes

"in the manner you most dread.

"Abigail, to you fire

"is as horrible as being
buried alive is to me,

"and flames shall be your
fate if you disobey me.

"Bruce, my first son,

"and the first of my many
disappointments,

"what if your arrogant face
should be disfigured hopelessly?

"My second son, Philip,

"weak, wheezing Philip,

"you fear being chocked
or smothered.

"If you disobey me,

"I shall return to see you

"draw your last
suffocating breath.

"Vivian, Philip's mate,
"you married a Sinclair,

"and you must bear the
family responsibilities.

"If you fail to do so now,

"a watery death will fulfill
your fear of drowning.

"My nephew, Robert,

"who acted as I wanted
my sons to act,

"unless you follow my
instructions,

"I shall take from you
whatever you love most,

"and finally, Seth, who
has loyally served me,

"unless you keep my
torches burning,

"you shall join me in the tomb.

"In the event that at the
end of one year,

"none of my heirs is living,

"the money shall go to my
attorney, James Benson,

"to do with as he sees fit.

"Given this 29th day
of March 1892,"

etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

Are there any questions?

I feel it's my duty to warn you

that each of you has
already violated

the sacred trust the
deceased placed in you.

Is it right for us to
hold out our hands to Benson

for him to dole out
our money like charity?

You heard the will.

What else can we do?

Oh, he's dead, I tell you.

He's dead.

If only I could be certain.

Don't worry, Mother.

Look I've got to have
some money right away.

My creditors are after me.

You must have
something of value,

something I can put
them off with?

No, all I had was
that diamond pen,

and I gave it back.

Gave it back?

But you said it was lost.

Well, wasn't that what
brought on his final seizure?

I couldn't stand it any longer.

I hid it and said it was lost.

When you all left the tomb,
I went back to return it.

I put it on his coffin.

On his coffin!

Maybe it's still there?

Unless he decided to claim it.

Calm yourself, Mother.

You better go upstairs
and get some rest.

There's something I
must attend to.

Come on, Letty.

There's no time to waste.

Bruce, kiss me.

Not now!

Why a girl might be offended.

You didn't call it a
waste of time when we...

There's a time to love,

and a time to attend
to important business.

But this is the path to
the graveyard?

At the end of the rainbow
to riches and dreams,

a path to pleasure.

I'm frightened.

I never did like it out here.

Who's master now?

Nothing's going to happen.

Nothing you won't like, my dear.

Can't I wait outside?

As you wish.

But out here are the
eyes of night,

and in there no living
eyes can see us.

What the devil, she said
it was on the coffin!

In her anxiety she must
have dropped it.

She was more nervous
than I thought.

Look here, Letty.

Now do you know why
we came here?

Oh, it's beautiful.

You're not so frightened now,
are you?

Is it for me?

Perhaps.

Perhaps one of these days

if you serve your master well.

Hmm?

Well, it would seem
advisable for us

to return to the
house separately.

Oh, no, I don't want to
go back alone.

Nonsense.

Wait here five minutes
and follow me.

Here, in here!

Well, of course.

Let me out!

It's getting late.

Are you gonna sit
there all night?

Splendid idea.

The body is a long
insatiable tomb

in need of drink and relaxation.

Sometimes you're the most
revolting person I know.

Philip Sinclair,

you are uncompromisingly,
obscenely revolting.

Get ready for bed.

Thy tongue and my
flask shall comfort me.

Lovely evening for a stroll.

May I join you?

I was just going
downstairs for a book.

About perfume nights and
ladies ravished

by swooning admirers.

What's the matter has brother
Philip lost his touch?

Ladies in distress should
always anchor in safe ports.

You have many talents, Vivian,

but I'd never guess
reluctance to be one of them.

Shall we call it patience.

In a short time Philip will
receive his inheritance

and dissolve like the mist
into a sea of alcohol.

Patience is the least
of my endearing charms.

The night is fraught
with incense

and direfulness ladies
flirting about staircases

in flight from their husbands.

Not now, I beg you.

Bruce.

Patience, my dear.

Patience.

Letty!

Dammit!

She knows I like my breakfast
ready when I come down.

Show a girl a little attention

and first thing she thinks
it gives her license.

Letty!

Letty!

Where's my breakfast?

Where's Letty?

Begging your pardon, sir.

That's why I came up
from the kitchen.

Letty hasn't been there
this morning,

and her bed wasn't slept in.

I don't like what's going
on around here.

If it pleases, Mr. Sinclair,

I think I'll be leaving.

It pleases Mr. Sinclair
to have his breakfast.

Now go back to your
kitchen and fetch it!

Yes, sir.

That would be the dumbwaiter.

Letty must have returned.

Oh, well, what are
you waiting for?

Yes, sir.

Not a word to anyone,
you understand?

Yes, sir.

Now go back to your kitchen.

Don't, not there!

That's where that came from.

I'm going to my room

to pack me things!

What's the matter?

Good morning.

Would you prefer a
different menu?

My god, cover it up!

Do something!

Precisely what I intend to do,

and you're going to help me.

I would suggest changing
into your riding habit.

It's more suitable.

I have an idea where the body
is and how to dispose of it

where it can't
possibly be found.

I can't, Bruce.

I can't.

You can, and you will!

I wonder if papa had
anything to do with this.

But you told us.

He was pronounced dead.

Reality has a way of betraying
one's pronouncements.

Then he wasn't dead!

Well, let us see that even
the most painstaking physician

can render a faulty diagnosis.

Well, if he's still alive,
then we're all in danger.

Well, it's rather a
simple matter to find papa,

and persuade him to go back
to his coffin permanently.

But that'll have to wait.

Meanwhile, no one must
know about this.

Now the sooner you get
ready the better.

I can't, Bruce.

I feel sick.

Don't be stupid!

If the police drop in and
start snooping around,

they may get the idea
that papa's still with us,

and if they do, then papa's
will would be declared invalid.

And you wouldn't like that,
would you, Vivian, my love.

Without money what
good are dreams?

Just do as I say.

You think of everything,
don't you, Bruce?

Not quite.

Or else I would've made quite
sure that papa was dead.

And as far as personal
expenditures are concerned,

I think, you'll find
me generous.

Thank you.

You're very kind.

Just have the trades people
send their bills to my office.

Speaking of my office, I
must get back into town.

If you'll come downstairs,

and sign those papers for
me, we'll be finished.

I hope he's found peace at last.

He never could while
he was alive.

I'll miss you, Robert.

Will I see you soon?

As soon as possible.

I wish you were coming
with father and me.

So do I.

But I feel I must stay and
see if I can be of help.

Something about this
house I can't touch it.

I can't feel it.

Something indefinable
as if the walls

suddenly wanted to cry out
and tell me what it is.

Oh, Robert, are you sure
you won't change your mind?

Why the graveyard?

Well, that's where poor,
headless Letty was last seen.

Here, my dear.

Hold on to it, will you?

Bruce!

Seth, what in the devil's
name are you doing here?

I was going to light
the master's torches

like his will said.

Did you see or here
anything unusual at the tomb?

I haven't been to the tomb.

I just this second came
from the house.

I didn't know it was you
and Mrs. Philip.

Well, off with you.

I'll take care of the torches.

Yes, sir, thank you, sir.

I'll sleep better tonight.

What are you doing?

I can't!

Certainly, you can.

I'm sure you'll manage.

You'll suffer, but I'm
sure you'll manage.

Do you realize you might
have scarred me?

I think, I've got
everything here.

No need to read all the
details, just sign them.

Is the carriage ready, Seth?

Not exactly, ma'am.

Carriage is but the horses.

The horses what?

They ain't with the carriage.

Mr. Bruce came and
took them away.

He said he and Mrs. Philip
were going for a ride.

I saddled the horses,

and I ain't seen them since.

Let me know the
minute they return.

Yes, ma'am.

You never know what
Bruce will do next.

But Vivian,

surely, she has more
sense than that.

Than what, Mother?

Vivian knows exactly
what she's doing.

Vivian and Bruce out for a ride

how charming.

I'm delighted that at least
one member of the family

has a flair for recreation.

They're probably having an
exhilarating romp together.

Why does it take so
god awful long to sink?

Slower to you perhaps,

but much more reliable
than a woman.

Quicksand never reveals
its innermost secrets.

Come on.

Bruce!

No, not my face!

Bruce?

Oh, my god.

Mr. Benson.

Hmm?

You said you would grant
any reasonable requests.

That's correct.

There are certain
changes I would like made

as soon as possible.

Higher lightening rods
in the event of storms,

and, I would like to have all
the fireplaces bricked up.

What will you do for heat?

Has your fear of fire...

I would rather endure the cold!

Mr. Benson,

all I want is peace of mind.

As you wish.

Horrible.

What is
it, tell me what is it?

We were down by the bog

and papa's still alive.

I saw him.

He's down there with Bruce.

What are you saying?

- Where's Bruce?
- He's down there.

It happened so fast.

That laugh,

I'd know that laugh anywhere.

He sounded like a madman.

You were down about the bog.

Philip.

Leave her alone, Philip.

Can't you see she's upset?

Sometimes the mere mention
of water sets her off.

She has nightmares
about drowning.

Here maybe this will help.

There's not a drop of
water in it.

You're as sadistic as
your brother.

It's only myself that I harm.

He made me hold it.

He made me go with him.

He made me carry that thing!

What's she saying?

She's lost her reason.

Letty is dead!

Murdered!

Her head was on a platter!

Her body was...

Only a madman would
do a thing like that.

Papa was insane.

He's down there with Bruce.

Where is Bruce?

Where is he, take me to him!

Said he was gonna put
papa back in his coffin.

Seth, where's Bruce?

He's down at the stable.

Are you sure?

I think it's him.

My son!

No.

Good god.

His face.

Oh, his face.

He was always so afraid.

Wait.

Your diamond pen.

I left it on the coffin.

Oh, no!

This is a matter for the police.

Robert, you ride into
town and ask them to come.

Sir, I don't like the idea
of leaving Deborah alone.

I won't let her out of my sight.

Until we get to the
bottom of this,

I feel that we have
to stay here.

Yes, sir.

The Lord giveth, and
the Lord taketh.

Last chain of responsibilities

now rests on your
shoulders, Phillip Sinclair.

Yours is a double obligation
to become head of this family

and to protect your mother.

I'll do my best, Reverend.

I'm glad Rufus is alive

because now he'll have to pay

for what he did to
my poor Bruce.

Well, it doesn't look
as if it's been disturbed.

Looks the same as when
we left it, Mr. Benson.

I must differ with both of you.

Stop talking in puzzles,
Philip, and say what you mean.

Look.

Those marks are the marks
of bloody hands.

You're trying to frighten me.

Seth, open it.

It don't seem proper to
be disturbing the dead.

Or the living?

I can't go against what he said.

You've nothing to fear.

We're here, aren't we?

If you're so sure he's still
alive, then open it yourself.

It's empty.

He's not dead.

He's not dead.

He's wandering around

somewhere out there

waiting to kill us one by one.

He's got no reason
to be after me.

Don't be too sure.

You put out the torches.

You're one of us now.

Thus far we have nothing
which requires police action.

All of this could've
been entirely accidental.

And the missing corpse?

Almost slipped my mind.

Theft of a corpse is a crime.

In cases like this we send
out a bill of particulars

to hospitals and
medical colleges.

Difficult, most difficult.

Supposing this corpse
wasn't stolen?

And you mean it got up
and walked itself away.

Precisely.

That'd be quite a spectacle.

What are you suggesting?

There never was a corpse.

Then who was
in that coffin?

It was papa all right.

But we have reason to
believe he wasn't dead.

That he was buried alive.

Burying a person alive
is distinctly an offense.

If he was buried alive,
you can be sure of one thing.

By now he is hopelessly insane,

a homicidal maniac bent on
only one thing,

revenge by the most
horrible means imaginable.

Then, Mr. Sinclair
must be found.

Where was he last seen?

Alive?

Living or dead we're
not quite certain which.

I found it, I found it.

I found it, Chief, right
where I thought it would be.

- The corpse?
- No, the stable.

Well, what
about the caretaker?

Nobody there, the
place was empty.

Well, keep on looking for him!

Now you.

After you took the platter
from the dumbwaiter,

you set it down,

and there was the head
of this unfortunate girl?

It was Letty, all right.

It seems we have two
unsolved murdered on our hands.

Mrs. Sinclair, would you
describe your husband?

Well, he was tall,
somewhat taller than you.

Winters, take this down.

He had a lean, hard
unsmiling face.

His hair was rather straight.

He wore it long.

About six-feet,
long straight hair.

When we laid him to rest,

he was wearing his
favorite coat,

Prince Albert suit,
hat, shoes, spats, and.

His cane.

Prince Albert suit,
spats and a cane, got that?

Excuse me, Chief.

- What?
- What's the date?

Don't worry,
I'll remember it!

Now which leg was injured,
the right or the left?

I beg your pardon.

Neither, papa
didn't limp at all.

But you said he carried a cane.

Only for effect to let
you know he was coming,

to intimidate the servants,

a symbol of his authority.

Strike that from the record.

Prince Albert suit,
stylish dresser, spats,

with this description
we'll have no difficulty.

The culprit will be captured.

Why don't you leave us alone?

Did you see him?

I know Rufus is somewhere.

I know he is.

Calm yourself, Abigail.

It's just your nerves.

We're all here.

No, I tell you he's
after us one by one.

Philip!

Won't you stay with me tonight,
Philip?

I suppose I can.

Thank you, Philip.

Thank you.

Constable, did you see
or hear anything?

Quiet as a church loft.

Well, keep a sharp eye open.

Begging, your pardon, sir.

What time is it?

Must be around midnight.

Thank you, sir.

I always write down the
time of a disturbance.

Really, Mother.

This room is as bright
as a solarium.

But, Philip.

Philip, where are you going?

Relax.

You promise you'd stay.

I'm merely getting
something to keep me warm.

There's a blanket on the chaise.

Something liquid to
keep my innards warm.

This time I got you.

That's a little
trick I practice.

You see, I pretend to be asleep,

and that gives the
criminal confidence.

And then all at once I
slap on the handcuffs?

This is yours, I presume?

Since I'm not your man,
do you mind if I go inside

and pour myself a drink?

Oh, not at all.

Sir, if it'll ease your doubts,

I'd be glad to give it
a little taste.

That's official procedure

just to make sure it
hasn't been tampered with.

Right you are, Constable.

Cheers.

As I understand it,

if the taster
encounters difficulty,

then the intended victim
shouldn't drink it?

Right you are.

You don't mean!
Poison?

Perhaps we should investigate.

Since we're not allowed
to handle fire,

this is the next best
thing, eh, Constable?

Well, there's the fireplace.

Let's throw on a few logs.

Prometheus is an unwelcomed
guest in this house.

Mother wouldn't like it.

She has a morbid
dislike of fire.

No.

Help!

Help me!

Please help me.

Help me.

Somebody help me.

Help me.

Water, gt some water quick!

The flames, quick.

It's your mother.

Oh, my god!

Here.

Your breakfast is ready
in the kitchen.

Coffee's all I need.

Well, there's a big
pot of it on the stove.

Mr. Philip insists on it.

That's all he takes
in the morning.

Are the others up?

Not one of them.

You'd think we're resort hours.

Constable, after last night,

I'm sure that I want to leave.

Have you given notice?

To whom?

First, I gave it to Mr.
Bruce, and now he's gone.

Then I asked Seth to
drive me into town,

and he hasn't been seen.

Then I told Mrs. Sinclair,

and, oh, that terrible fire.

- Now I'm telling you.
- No, you don't.

My authority is.

Where's Constable Winters?

I have a good mind to break him.

Somebody got in here last night.

Somebody got in and
started that fire.

Did you check
for footprints

- underneath the window?
- First things first.

Rufus Sinclair must be
found that's for sure.

Now my men are ready
with dogs outside.

We've got to track him
down dead or alive.

- Can I be of help?
- The more hands the better.

Well, come on then let's go.

I wish we weren't
being left alone.

Vivian you're not left alone.

There's the cook and me.

This way, men.

Mr. Sinclair?

Are you here, Mr. Sinclair?

Those dogs they're
after you, Mr. Sinclair.

They sent dogs after
you to track you down.

What have I done?

Oh, god, what have I done?

I shouldn't have listened
to them others.

I shouldn't crept back here
and lighted your torches.

I failed you.

I should've lightened
your torches

just like you told me
to in your will.

One dog coming closer.

Maybe they're after you, Mr.
Sinclair.

Maybe your corpse is alive,

and you're cursed to
live in one.

I'll light your
torches for you now.

Good god.

It's a wonder in this house
if your hair turns gray.

Now that the police are here,

I'm sure everything will
be straightened out.

I wish I could
be as certain.

The others
should be back by now.

Vivian, I never
asked you before.

Why did you go to the
bog with Bruce?

Bruce was a Sinclair
he made me go that's how.

You honestly think I wanted
to be with Letty's body.

But why?

Because he wasn't
certain papa was dead.

Is that what you think?

Not certain what I
think anymore.

The light's fading.

They'll have to stop and
come home soon.

I'd like to go away
on a long trip,

far away to somewhere
I've never been before.

I know.

Why don't we both dress up.

Perhaps Philip will see things
differently and Robert too.

Well, that's a wonderful idea.

Here.

Oh, I forgot you're
still in mourning.

Oh, curse this mourning.

Curse this house.

Curse this constantly living
under a cloud of gloom.

Curse everything.

Maybe if I get dressed up,

Philip will look at me
as he once did, maybe.

Well.

If you need me just call.

Oh, yes.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

What's the matter boy?

You got a scent?

Find them, find them.

Find them, find them boy,
find them.

- Where are Philip and Robert?
- I just saw them go off.

Which way, maybe they
found a trail?

That way.

Well, come on then let's go.

This way, men.

Seth.

Deborah.

Is that you Deborah?

No, ma'am, it's me.

Come in.

Your tub is ready.

Is it nice and warm?

It is.

And I'll have you know
I wasn't hired

to heat and haul water
up two flights of stairs.

This time it's final.

I'm giving my notice.

Speak to my husband
when he comes home.

That I will.

I'm really going to tell him
what I think of him this time.

Vivian?

Vivian?

Winters.

- Mr. Robert!
- What is it?

Mr. Robert, it's Miss Deborah.

Deborah what's happened?

The backdoor I saw
her being carried out.

- By whom?
- I don't know.

I couldn't see.

I can't make out who it is.

There're dragging
her to the bog.

I'm going after them.

Philip, it was you

all the time.

The only Sinclair
with true genius.

But why?

Why?

Because no one ever
appreciated Philip.

Because Philip was expendable.

Because Philip was sick.

Because papa used to
torment me all the time.

But then I get everything.

Everything!

Deborah, sweet chaste, Deborah,

I hadn't intended to put
you on my list,

but you walked in while I was
helping Vivian take a bath.

Robert, help!

Help!

Robert, Robert, help!

There you have it.

He come in through that panel

and murdered them
all one by one.

I just checked Mrs.
Sinclair's

bedroom upstairs, Chief,
same thing.

He cut the eyes out of
the old man's picture,

so he'd know when to
come in and murder her.

It was so terrible.

Don't worry, my dear,
it's all over now.

Well, the hearse is here.

We can't delay any longer.

Come Deborah, Robert.

Goodbye, Barnes.

Thanks for everything.

Bruce.

There they go.

Interesting case,
eh, Chief?

Remarkable.

To think that one man
could murder

with such single-minded cunning.

Well, let's
drink to him, eh, Chief?

I don't see any harm in it.

Philip Sinclair won't be
needing it any longer.

To you, Constable.

Good health, Chief.

That's not spirits.

It's tea.

And rancid at that!

And all the time
pretending to be drunk.

You know, there's one
thing I can't abide,

and that's a liar.

Yep.