All language subtitles for Danger Man - Secret Agent S3e13 - Say it with Flowers

Would you like me
to carry this bag, Mr. Wallace?

Yes, yes.

I'm glad you came to
see me before you left.

I had to do that.

And I hope it's a wonderful job.

Write and tell me all about it.

The big noise hasn't interviewed me yet.

They won't send you back now,

not after bringing you all that way.

Well, bye bye, dear.

Goodbye dear.

Bye.

Look after yourself.

I will.

Here, don't forget this.

Oh, thank you.

It's going to be a bit queer.

Well, we haven't seen
each other all that often,

but there's no one else now.

Oh, come on now, old love.

Switzerland isn't all that far.

I'll write, don't worry.

You won't escape the brotherly advice.

London airport, please.

Well, bye bye.

Goodbye, dear.

Take care!

Oh, good afternoon.

Do you speak English?

Oh, yes sir, a little.

In a moment I will come.

Excuse me, it would not
look good for the hotel

to carry a man out of the front door.

Sir?

My name is Wallace.

Wallace.

Ah, ja, Herr Wallace, that is right, ja.

We are expecting you.

What happened?

I do not know, he must have
been sick when he got here.

It was not the food.

Please, just sign and let
me have your passport.

I will fill it in for you.

Thank you very much.

The best room is yours Herr Wallace.

We have nobody here at
this time of the year.

Thank you.

Hello?

Mr. Wallace?

Yes?

This is Mr. Bernay's secretary speaking.

We're so glad that you've arrived safely.

I'm sending you a car which
will be there in 20 minutes

to bring you to the clinic.

Mr. Bernay would like you to bring

all your luggage with you,

as he's made more comfortable
arrangements for your stay.

Oh.

Well, thank you.

Will you please pay your
hotel bill when you leave

and keep the receipt?

It will be added onto your other expenses.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Mr. Wallace.

Yes?

My name's Wallace.

Oh yes.

Will you follow me, please?

Mr. Wallace?

Yes?

That's fine.

Will you come with me, please?

Mr. Bernay is expecting you.

Oh, thank you.

Come.

And further more,
I have it on the grapevine

that incorporated have just
won a $15 million contract

to build their new Austrian plant.

Excuse me, Mr. Bernay.

Mr. Wallace is here.

Mr. Wallace!

Pleasure meeting you.

How do you do, sir?

Oh, don't bother about all this.

I come up here two, three times a year

to shed my executive fat,
but I keep right on working.

Had a good trip?

No difficulties?

No, I just followed the
instructions your office sent me.

That's great.

Sit down.

Thank you.

I thought Mr. Wallace and
I might see that contract

with a drink.

Well, we checked out your
references and qualifications.

I'd just like to make a brief rundown

on one or two of these items here.

Oh, thank you honey.

Thank you.

Well, here's to you, Mr. Wallace.

Welcome.

Thank you very much, sir.

You had a couple of years
with this outfit in Leicester

before you joined the Farm
Industrials Group in London

about eight years ago.

Your shower is ready, Mr. Bernay.

Thank you, nurse.

Seven years.

Correction, seven.

We're planning to run you in

with a kind of conversion course,

not that I think you
have anything to learn.

I see from your personal details,
you're more or less alone

in the world, Mr. Wallace.

You have no close ties in England.

Well, I--

I know it's selfish, but
we like that in a candidate.

It means he's more likely
to be married to his job.

My sister's still there.

Oh yes, your sister.

Your next of kin.

That would be Miss Wallace.

48 Carolly Drive, Thames-Ditton.

Yes.

Yes?

Flowers for you Miss.

For me?

Do you mind signing the book.

Oh how lovely.

Oh.

Oh!

Where to sir?

Switzerland.

Why?

You never met Hagen have you?

Who's Hagen?

Rather dubious character.

Should that concern me?

Well as a freelance agent,
he'll work for any side

provided the money's all right.

We never trusted him too much.

Although mind you, he's
been extremely useful to us

in a number of instances.

But now he's not quite so useful.

We've lost contact.

We don't know what's happened to him.

Maybe he's gone over
100% to the opposition

which could be uncomfortable.

That's for you to find out.

Perhaps he's just decided to retire.

Retire?

Where do I start?

We pay his money into
a bank account in Zurich.

It's all in this.

Alright.

Drop me the other side
of the lights will you.

Okay.

Two shillings on the clock then.

Thank you.

Thank you sir.

Continuing report on
disappearance of Hagen.

My informant tells me that
loss of contact could be final.

It is reported that Hagen
died at the Brajanska Clinic,

Einbeck, Switzerland, three months ago.

At present, I am in Zurich
checking on his bank accounts --

Yes.

It's Herr Meyer from the bank Herr Drake.

Ah yes.

Come in Herr Meyer.

Thank you.

What have you to tell me?

Hagen had two accounts at our bank.

One was in the name of Hamilton

and the other in the name of Hadley.

All the money in the Hadley
account was drawn out by him

some four months ago.

The second account in
the name of Hamilton,

was drawn on last week.

Last week?

Yes.

How much was drawn?

Everything.

Is it possible that the signature

could have been a forgery?

A forgery?

But why should it be?

Because it is reported that Hagen died

at the Brajanska Clinic,
Einbeck, three months ago.

I have seen the check myself.

It seemed perfectly valid but
yes, I suppose it is possible.

Then why did whoever
it was wait for so long?

Or perhaps Hagen didn't
die at the clinic at all.

You mean, he was killed.

Perhaps.

Then maybe someone did you a service.

They are entitled to
a little reward are they not.

That depends why he was killed.

Hagen had a lot of useful information,

as well as a lot of money.

Hello could you tell me
the time of the first train

to Einbeck please.

Morning young lady.

Ah, you are English.

Yes, indeed.

I'd like a room please, with a bath.

For how many days sir?

I don't know exactly,
it won't be for long.

How sad.

What's sad?

That you cannot stay for long.

Can I have your passport Mr, er?

Roughton.

Will you sign this form please.

I will fill it in later.

Thank you.

I will show you to your room.

Let me take that one for you.

Oh, come with me.

You have the view of the
Bodenzee Herr Ruffton.

Roughton.

Oh.

I hope that your
holiday here will be pleasant.

I'm not on holiday, I'm here on business.

Business? In Einbeck?

Yes I'm a lawyer.

A lawyer?

Yes.

Yes, I'm here to make some
enquiries about a Mr. Hagen.

It's a question of insurance.

He stayed here I understand.

Oh, many people have stayed here.

I don't know.

Well we shall have to find out, won't we.

One moment please.

Could you tell me where
the police station is here?

It's right here in the Hauptstrasse.

It's only 100 meters.

Thank you.

Very much.

My name is Roughton.

Ah, an Englishman.

How can I help you my friend?

That is my firm.

Roughton, Roughton and Roughton.

Yes, we investigate insurance claims.

Ah yes, a legal gentleman.

Which Roughton are you Herr Roughton?

I'm the only Roughton.

And what happened to
the other two gentlemen?

They died.

Ach so.

Can I offer you a drink.

At this hour of the morning?

If you'll excuse me.

It's not too early for me to drink.

How can I help you my friend.

I'm making some
inquiries about a Mr. Hagen

who died at the clinic here.

Ah yes, Hagen.

A goat.

Beg your pardon?

A goat.

We are all law-abiding people here.

All sheep as you might say.

Sometimes a goat strays
amongst us and then things

begin to happen.

Are you sure you will have nothing.

Well, it's a thirsty morning.

A little water perhaps.

A goat.

The security chief from
Bern and half his staff

came tramping over this very office.

My files were photographed

and everyone in the village interrogated.

Thank you.

I wonder if I might have
a look at those files?

I regret the documents are, er,

are in German-Swiss.

Well then maybe you
could tell me all about it.

I don't know about that Herr Roughton.

Perhaps you could give me your passport.

Certainly.

Oh what's that?

How silly of me, I'd given it up as lost.

You had?

Yes.

What is it you wish to
know about Herr Hagen?

Exactly what happened.

Everything.

We don't know where he came from.

We never found his passport.

When he came to Einbeck it
was not the tourist season.

For two days he was out walking
before he was taken ill.

The Krummenacher girl, the
daughter of the landlord,

finds him in his room very sick.

Krummenacher sends him
to the Brajanska clinic.

For two days Dr. Brajanska
is fighting to save him

but his condition was gone too far.

The body was of course identified.

There can be no doubt
about it Herr Roughton.

The Krummenachers identified
him from a photograph.

So did Brajanska.

Would this be the man?

Ja, that is the man.

Tell me about Dr. Brajanska.

His a fine man, a brilliant surgeon.

He has done much for us here.

What happened to the body?

It was laid out by Buchler,
the village undertaker

and buried in the churchyard.

All the documents are here.

I should like to see the grave.

I regret that is not possible.

Oh really, why not?

The body is no longer there Herr Roughton.

You see, six weeks after he died,

his widow claimed the remains.

She came here, a sad woman.

The body was cremated in Bern.

I can get you the particulars.

No, no that doesn't matter.

But I should like to
talk to Dr. Brajanska.

Ja, let me see it is Tuesday.

He's in Einbeck this morning.

He's visiting the village hospital.

You will find it a little up the hill

in the Rathausplatz.

Yeah.

Perhaps you didn't
know that this man Hagen

had been working as a secret agent.

A spy?

Surely not.

Yes, a spy.

One thing that puzzles
me but I think the answer

is very simple.

Here is a man who has
defected from all sides.

Who is wanted by everyone
and nowhere to go.

He comes to Einbeck

but in spite of all these things,

he signs his true name Hagen in the hotel.

He allows himself to be
admitted into the clinic

under that name.

Do you know why?

Tell me.

He was a sick man, he came here to die.

Names didn't matter to him any more.

Hmmm.

Well thank you.

I'd like a word with Dr. Brajanska.

Yes, what is it?

How can I help you?

Something wrong?

Hagen, sure I remember.

So does everybody in the village.

Was quite a fuss when
they found out who he was.

I thought it was done with.

What's your angle?

It's a legal one actually.

I represent the claims department

of an insurance company.

Well, they've got it all down
at the Polizei haven't they.

The certificate's on file,

the depositions from everyone concerned.

Yes, but it's not so much a question

of verifying his death but
of knowing how he died.

You see, we have indemnity
clauses concerning murder,

suicide for instance.

No sir, I'm afraid it was
natural causes Mr. Roughton.

Yes, but I understood
that he was taken ill here

at the Schweizerhof,
that possibly food poisoning --

What killed him was organic.

The infection was incidental.

You see it was like this.

When he failed to respond
to orthodox treatment

I had a look around.

Found that he'd had a major
abdominal operation.

The scar tissue was less
than four months old.

It was obvious that Hagen
knew what his condition was.

They'd cut him open and
found there was nothing

they could do about his liver condition

and sewn him up again.

My autopsy confirmed it.

He died from a chronic
condition of the liver.

Well Mr. Roughton, I'm afraid
your company's on the hook

and will have to pay up.

Sorry I can't help you anymore.

Now you'll have to excuse me.

I have a schedule to keep.

Just one other point Doctor.

I imagine that he was
conscious part of the time.

What did he talk about?

I can assure you Mr. Roughton,

he didn't mention the
subject of insurance.

Let's go Carl.

Wilhelm please transmit this
message to London tonight.

Our surmise was wrong.

It seems clear that Hagen is dead.

Both hotel and hospital
staffs confirm identification.

Doctor also confirms by
autopsy that Hagen was dying

when he arrived here of
a chronic liver condition.

Whoever it was who drew the
money from the Zurich bank

was someone who knew Hagen
and his business well.

Someone close to him, someone he trusted.

Whoever it was, drew all the money

and as we know of no
other accounts that Hagen

might have had under false names,

there seems no point in
pursuing this subject further.

Come in.

Oh, sorry Mr. Roughton,
I thought you were downstairs.

All the people have finished their dinner.

Oh, I hadn't realized,
I'll be down right away.

You're comfortable?

Comfortable?

Oh yes, yes, very.

What is it?

When you come down.

Will you speak to my father.

He's very unhappy.

Is he, why?

He'll tell you Mr. Roughton.

Good evening Herr Roughton.

Good evening.

I hope you enjoyed your dinner.

Oh yes, yes, very much indeed.

Good, good, I'm glad you liked it.

I'm bringing a cigar for you.

With my compliments.

That's very kind of you.

Is there anything I can do for you?

No, Herr Roughton I assure you, thank you.

I am a poor man but an honest one.

My daughter says that
you are -- a lawyer.

That's right.

And that there may be a claim.

I swear to you Herr Roughton,
the day Herr Hagen is taken ill

I am eating the same food
myself and so is Verena.

But a claim you understand,
it would ruin me.

Even though it's not true.

There is no question of
a claim against your hotel.

Are you certain?

I hadn't considered it until now.

Perhaps you could do me a favor though.

Anything, anything Herr Roughton.

What address did
Herr Hagen give when he signed in?

One moment please.

Verena.

Ja Papa.

Oh please.

It was in May you
understand, at the beginning.

Here we are.

Alexander Hagen, and the address

the British Consulate, Zurich.

That was very considerate of him.

I remember I phoned
them and they sent a man.

I see there was someone
else staying here that week.

An Englishman.

Ja, Herr Wallace of London.

He came the same day
Herr Hagen was taken ill.

Why did he come here?

Why should he not come here?

It was out of season.

How long did he stay?

Oh, I remember, it was
one hour, two, no more.

There was a phone call from
the clinic and he goes.

To the Brajanska Clinic?

Ja, to the Brajanska Clinic.

Had he met Hagen here?

Ach, I remember Herr
Wallace arrived soon after

the ambulance.

He was standing waiting at the
desk when we bring down the,

when we bring Herr Hagen
down on the stretcher.

How long was he there?

How long?

How long was Herr Wallace at the clinic?

Well, I don't know you see.

He didn't come back.

He packed and took all
his baggage with him.

He paid for the night, but he didn't stay.

Brief visit.

There was an Englishman named Wallace

staying at this hotel
the day that Hagen died.

He also called at the clinic.

He gave his address as
41 Windsor Crescent SW11.

Imperative contact Wallace,

find out if he saw or
heard anything of interest.

Will await your reply.

Ah, it is you Herr Roughton.

Yes, like a call at seven
o'clock in the morning.

Yes sir, you would like coffee?

Er, tea please.

Another fine day Mr. Roughton.

Yes, indeed it is.

Hmm?

Oh yes certainly.

Here is your key.

Thank you so much.

In reply to your query regarding Wallace.

Left the UK May 3rd and
has not yet returned.

It appears he has no living relatives.

There was a sister but she was found dead

after a fire at her bungalow
shortly after Wallace

left the country.

Coroner's report attributed
the fire to a gas leak.

Wallace we understand got
a new job in Switzerland

through an advertisement in Science Today.

There's something curious though.

We can't trace who the advertisers were.

The whole thing was done
through a box number.

There were several replies,
there are still fifty,

they didn't bother to pick up.

Presumably Wallace must have had

the special qualities they needed.

The advertisement was paid for in cash

and the form itself was signed
by someone called W.Bernay.

Bernay can't be traced.

If you're satisfied that Hagen is dead,

is this affair worth
following any further?

Please advise.

This is Drake.

If someone took Hagen's money
they may have taken over

his contacts as well,
so I must still chase this one.

Get Interpol to check on Wallace.

If he's still in Europe under his own name

he must be registered
with the police somewhere.

Find out everything you can about him.

Appearance, habits the lot.

And while you're at it ask the Americans

if they have anything on
a Dr. Monja Brajanska.

I'll spell that, B-R-A-J-A-N-S-K-A.

Excuse me, can I help you?

Oh yes, good morning Miss.

I'd like to talk to Dr. Brajanska.

What is it about?

Ah now that's our business.

Well I am his assistant.

Perhaps I can help you.

Roughton.

Doctor, how nice to see you.

Roughton, I told you all
I know about Hagen, yesterday.

He's dead and a lot of experts came here

to check it at the time.

Just how long does he have to be dead

before you fellows stop
dancing on his grave.

There is just one more
question I'd like to ask Doctor,

if I may?

No, Mr. Roughton.

Go home and pay up.

That's not an attitude that my clients

would sympathize with Doctor.

I've told you all I know.

It's this way Mr. Roughton.

I wanted to make an enquiry
about someone else Doctor.

Another Englishman in fact.

He came to Einbeck the
day Hagen was taken ill.

The name of Wallace.

He stayed at the Schweizerhof
for a couple of hours

and then came up to the clinic.

Did this man also have a policy

with your company Mr. Roughton?

Well he was here possibly
the day Hagen died.

So I feel he comes within
the scope of my inquiry.

Okay.

But I'm afraid you'll draw
a blank this time Mr. Roughton.

I never heard of your Mr. Wallace.

Just a minute.

Dig out the ward book Honey.

That isn't to say he
didn't visit the clinic.

You see we run a number of
wards with private access.

They're mostly occupied by business people

who've come here for health therapy.

Some of them like to bring their office

and their problems with them.

The Allied Swiss Chemical Company
have a big complex

out on the Zurich road.

We get quite a few of
their executives here.

Who was here, Honey,
around about that time?

Herr Langen was in number five.

Langen is from Allied
Swiss Chemical Company

the outfit I was telling you about.

The only other one was Mr. Bernay.

Bernay.

I can't help you with him I'm afraid.

Oh, why not?

He comes from France I believe.

He never writes you see, he just calls up,

see if we can fit him in,
pays in cash when he goes.

Pity, he's so reticent.

Why is he shy?

His wife, I guess.

The Mrs. Bernay who comes with
him is a variable quantity.

None of them is what you
might call the domestic type.

This um, this um, whatshisname
you're asking about.

Wallace.

Well he could have been
calling on any one of them.

Those wards are all on the
south side and have car ports

and servant accommodation underneath.

I just visit once a day
to okay the treatments.

I'm afraid that's all
I can do for you Mr. Roughton.

Well, thanks for all your help Doctor.

We're pretty busy just now Mr.Roughton
and I know you'll excuse me.

Certainly.

I hope your investigation works out.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Papa Buchler!

Papa Buchler!

For a special customer?

Oh no, it is Herr Buchler's own.

It is the custom, when he
is gone there will be nobody

to make it for him.

We have an old Swiss proverb.
"For a beautiful journey,

a beautiful equipage."

Ask him if he's seen this man before.

You English?

Hmm mmm.

How do you do?

You speak English?

No, my wife she English.

She died many years ago.

And she taught you her language.

She taught me her language?

No, no!

I teach her my language.

This man died at the clinic
about three months ago.

I remember a man, but --

He says that this is not the
man they put in the coffin.

He says that faces look different in death

but he is sure that this
is not the man they buried.

In reply to your further query

regarding Wallace,
Interpol Vienna inform us

that he's living in Austria quite openly.

No mystery here.

I'm sending you a DPC
on him with photographs.

By the way, he does have a hobby.

He's an amateur taxidermist,
he stuffs animals and birds.

He's living in Austria not
far from the Swiss border

on the road to Innsbruck,
in a place called Einhausen.

Morning, would you be Mr. Wallace.

Yes I would old man.

I don't think I've had
the pleasure have I?

My name is Roughton.

Oh, come in, don't stand there.

I suppose the police sent you.

Police?

Oh they're always
sending someone out here.

You see no-one in the village
speaks very good English.

I was down there for
three hours the other day

interpreting for some Irish
woman who'd pranged her car.

Not that I'm all that good at the lingo.

Well do sit down and tell
me what I can do for you.

Actually I'm a lawyer.

I was hoping that you'll
be able to help me

with some inquiries I'm making.

Well anything at all, pleased to help.

Will you have a drink?

Bit early for me.

You're right.

Well what do you want to know?

I'm inquiring about
the death of a Mr. Hagen.

Hagen?

Hagen.

I can't help you there old
man, I never heard of him.

Does he, I mean did he live around here?

We understand he died
in Switzerland at Einbeck.

Einbeck!

That's where I had my interview.

That will be with a Mr. Bernay?

That's right, but how
did you know about that?

Oh I guessed actually.

I knew you were staying
at the Schweizerhof

and that you went up to
the Brajanska Clinic.

I arrived at Mr. Bernay by
a process of elimination.

Well, you're quite right.

Proper sell it was too.

I think I will have that drink.

Are you sure you won't join me.

Quite sure, thank you.

In what way was it a sell Mr. Wallace?

Well they had me on as you might say.

I find this job in Science
Today, much the same sort of job

as I had in the old country,

only at about three times the salary.

And I write for it, get it

and they send me out to
see one of their directors.

This man Bernay.

Well, after a lot of humming and ha-ing,

he says he's changed his mind.

I didn't fancy going back after all that.

I was pretty cheesed off I can tell you.

Hagen was taken ill at
Einbeck the day you arrived.

Did you see him there?

Just a minute, do you mean at the inn.

Yes, he was there when it happened.

That's right, I remember now.

They were just carting
him off when I arrived.

Did you see his face?

Sort of, but I couldn't really tell you

what he looked like.

Do you remember if he looked like that?

It's hard to say.

Of course he was pretty
green around the gills

at the time.

And you didn't see Hagen again after that,

at the clinic I mean.

No, why should I?

Charming place you have here.

You bet it is.

You could say that Bernay
was the cause of this.

I rather fell on my feet after I left him.

Yeah.

I didn't fancy going
back to the old country

and so as I still had
a couple of hundred quid

in travelers checks,
I popped down to Cannes.

You see for years I've
had a roulette system

that I've been working on.

And it won you a large sum of money?

No I lost half my lot
in the first half hour.

I was pretty cheesed off I can tell you.

So I plonked 50 on the first
number that came into my head

that's what worked.

It came up half a dozen times
and I kept putting half back.

I found I'd won a packet.

Really, how interesting.

So, I, I drove round
Europe for a bit by way

of celebration as you might
say and ended up here.

I liked it and here I am.

As a matter of fact, I've
bought myself into a little

chemical business in Vienna.

They're developing an
insecticide formula of mine.

And very profitable it is too.

Well, I'm sorry I can't help
you about the other chap.

That doesn't matter.

It was kind of you to
talk to me Mr. Wallace.

Not at all.

Don't you find it a little
boring stuck away up here.

No I love it up here.

I suppose it's alright if one has a hobby.

Collecting butterflies or something.

You'd go crackers doing that.

Well some people find it interesting.

But then I suppose you're
not the collecting type.

Oh I wouldn't say that.

Look, I collect the fauna
of the Tirol, old man.

I mount them myself.

It keeps me amused for hours.

Remarkable.

Well look, do drop in

anytime you happen to be passing again.

Always happy to see an English face.

Most kind of you Mr. Wallace.

Thank you, good bye.

Cheerio.

I paid you quite enough
money to make certain

that nobody would be able to trace me.

Roughton won't get anywhere.

He's already got far enough to find me.

And I'm pretty certain he knows who I am

thanks to your incompetence
about this Buchler.

You'll find you have no cause to be upset.

I am upset.

Now don't you ever make another mistake

as far as I'm concerned.

No!

Well?

Okay, everything went fine.

What did I tell you.

With Buchler dead, Roughton
has no evidence

to connect you with Wallace.

Papa Buchler!

We're not going to take this lying down

are we Papa?

No, I am good now.

I no lie down.

I no lie down.

We're going to let them
think that you are dead Papa.

Dead!

We are going to teach them a lesson.

Yes.

This is Dr. Brajanska.

Can I help you?

Yes, Doctor, I am
speaking to you for my director.

He wishes to come and
stay with you for a week.

For the baths and the physiotherapy.

Can this be arranged?

Yes, we have a room.

When does he want to come?

Tonight if that is possible.

That's possible.

What's the gentlemen's name?

His name is Monsieur Bernay.

Yes, we know Monsieur Bernay.

He's an old client.

He can have his usual room.

We shall be waiting for him.

Who was that?

Roughton.

He's coming right up here.

What's going on?

Could be him.

Stay there.

Alright Roughton, come on in.

Good evening Doctor.

Miss Whittaker.

Good evening --

Mr. Hagen.

Wallace old man.

Oh no, Hagen.

Dr. Brajanska provides a unique service.

He specializes in plastic surgery.

He studied under Hartford Thomas.

They say he was his most brilliant pupil.

He not only provides you with a new face

but a new identity as well.

Really Roughton, why
not a new soul as well

like Dr. Faustus.

Very apt.

In Hagen's case it was
just a question of finding

someone in England of
the same height and color

characteristics with
a minimum number of relatives.

Shall we say, just one sister
who was easily taken care of.

Poor Wallace was enticed over
here and taken care of too.

But I must say you're
a brilliant surgeon Doctor.

One would never have noticed the scars

unless you suspected they were there.

The glasses help to hide them,
but they're a giveaway too.

Wallace was extremely
short-sighted, but those lenses

are plain glass, as in fact, are mine.

I'm sorry Roughton you
just don't make sense.

You were right to come here.

You need treatment, you're sick!

How many clients do you have Doctor?

Hunted men, walking around in security

with somebody else's face.

How much do you pay him Hagen?

I bet he bled you white.

And the evidence Roughton?

Papa Buchler could have provided evidence

that the man he nailed down in the coffin

was the authentic
Mr. Wallace and not Hagen here.

But unfortunately, there was
a fire at Papa Buchler's place

and Papa Buchler...was inside at the time.

Poor Papa, how terrible!

When I consider that he never hurt anybody

I agree with you.

How terrible!

It's late Roughton, and
you've had your little game.

Now would you and your friend
mind getting out of here.

Oh, very well.

Oh unfortunately the game isn't over yet.

You see there's the body, the cadaver.

"For a beautiful journey,
a beautiful equipage."

Now is the witching
hour, when murdered men

rise from their unquiet graves.