All language subtitles for T B S01E13 Portrait Of Louisa WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

(suspenseful music)

(dog barking in background)

(cat meowing)

-[Man] You are disobeying orders.

You were told to leave the money and go.

- I haven't got the money.

- I didn't come here to listen
to excuses, Mrs. Trenton.

5,000's the figure, now I want it.

- Look, don't you understand,

I don't have any more money.

I just can't raise anymore.

-[Man] You know the alternative.

(sighs)

- I wish I had the courage to kill you.

You're filth.

You make me sick to my stomach.

One day,

I swear this,

I'm going to find out who you are.

(dramatic music)

(car door slams)

(suspenseful theme music)

(dramatic music)

-[Louisa] How much will they fetch?

- Quite a bit.

But you're not serious,
you don't wanna sell these.

- Perfectly serious.

Will you buy them?

- Why, Louisa?

I just happen to want
some money, that's all.

I've been a little extravagant of late.

Clothes, holidays.

You know I've always been rather
reckless with my spending,

and now I

come across some debts that I can't meet.

- Did you tell your husband about this?

- No!

No, I

didn't want to trouble him with it.

- Tell me the truth.

- I am telling you the truth.

- Look, honey.

I've known you for a long time,

you were always a bad liar.

- I am not lying.

- Come on, now.

Max is a big wheel in
the diplomatic corps.

He's loaded, he's crazy about you.

You smile and he'll give
you anything you want.

- Well, Max is out of the
country at the moment.

As a matter of fact, he is
most of the time, but...

Anyway I don't want to trouble
him with a trifle like this.

- Trifle?

How long have these been in your family?

150, 200, 300 years?

I remember I asked you
to sell them to me once,

then you said you'd rather
part with your right arm.

It must be some trifle to
make you change your mind.

- I know at least a
dozen dealers in London

who would buy these without
asking all those questions.

- Look, Louisa!
- Let go of me.

- Look.

I'd like to help you if I can.

- I don't need your help.

- And I don't need a crystal ball.

You're in some kind of trouble.

Now look,

maybe there's nothing I can do.

But at least you can try me.

- You want to help me?

All right.

Just give me a check for these,
and then forget about it.

I'm sorry, John.

I know you mean well, but

I'll be all right, really, I will.

-[David] She's very beautiful.

- Yes she is.

- Must have known her pretty well.

- We had something going
for us at one time.

- At one time?

John, this receipt's dated today.

You paid her far too much
for these miniatures,

you know that.

- That's the privilege
of an old friend, David.

Another one is to poke your nose in

where you're not really wanted.

Grab your coat, we're going for a drive.

(dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Yes, I've got it.

Where?

All right, then, in an hour.

Yes, of course I know.

I've been through it
enough times, haven't I?

- Louisa, I--
(phone slams)

- Can't you knock before
coming into a room?

- I'm sorry, I just didn't think.

- Surely one's entitled
to a little privacy

in one's own home.

Oh, Jane, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to snap.

It's just that...

Nevermind.

- What is it?
- Nothing, nothing at all.

- It is something.

You've been so tense lately.

- Jane, please, don't
start asking questions.

- I thought we might go to a film.

I already have a date.

- Who with?

- A friend.
- Do I know him?

- Can't you stop cross-questioning me?

- Look, I'm your sister.

Asking who you're going out with,

that's not cross-questioning.

- Well, let's just say that I'm,

I'm going out somewhere, and
leave it at that, shall we.

- Can't I help?
- No!

Just stop prying into my affairs.

- You don't have to scream.

- Look,

I've got myself into a mess.

I've got to get myself out of it,

and I don't want you or
anybody else interfering.

Now, do you understand?

Just mind your own business, and

leave me alone.

(dramatic music)

(tires screeching)
(car horns honking)

- That's got to be a woman driver.

- That was Louisa's car.

- Well, then there's not much point

in going out to her house.

- No, we'll go.

She has a sister who lives with her.

Maybe she can tell us
what's bothering her.

- Whatever it is, it won't
bother her much longer

if she keeps driving like that.

- Peter?

Peter?

(dramatic music)

- Hello, Louisa.

- Peter.

Oh Peter.

- What's the matter?

Have you heard from him again?

- Yes.

- How much this time?

- $5,000.

- Have you got it?

-[Louisa] Peter, I can't
go on like this anymore.

You've got to help me, please.

- Don't see how I can.

I haven't got any money.

- No, it isn't that, it's just that...

Couldn't you come with me?

Help me find out who he is?

- Louisa, you know that's dangerous.

If he thought for one moment

you were trying to double cross him,

he'd ruin you.

- I just don't care anymore.

- But I do care.

I care very much what happens to you.

I don't like seeing you hurt this way, but

believe me how ever bad it is,

it's much better than the alternative.

- I just can't think straight anymore.

I don't know what to do. (crying)

- At the moment there's
nothing you can do.

Look, in a little while,
we'll start to make our plans.

We'll go away somewhere
where they can't touch you.

- Do you really mean that?

- Of course I do.

I want us to be together more than

anything else in the world.

- Well.

That really is very romantic.

You already have a date, Peter, remember?

Me.
- Get out of here.

- Darling, you look so
exciting when you're angry.

- Jane, what's the matter with Louisa?

- Has she talked to you?

- Yes, but not about what's bothering her.

It's obvious she's got
some kind of a problem.

When she came into the shop to day,

she was like somebody
I'd never seen before.

You couldn't get near her.

- It's been the same for me.

Every time I try to say something,

I get my head snapped off.

- Look, let's try to
figure this thing out.

When did it start?

What sort of crowd has she
been moving around with?

(jazz music playing)

- Boo!
- Oh!

- Hello, Louisa, nice to see you.

- Nigel.

- Good evening, Mrs. Trenton, how are you?

- Are you alone, or will
you be joining somebody?

- No, I'm alone.

- Oh, in that case, Louisa,
come and have a drink with me,

on the house.

- No thank you.

- Louisa? How are you?

- Good evening, Mrs. Trenton, the usual?

- What? Oh, yes, yes, thank you.

What time does it close?
- Just till 10.

- Thank you.

- Oh, Mrs. Trenton, your change.

- Your pictures will be
ready in half an hour.

- Jane, I think it would be
better if you didn't mention

we were out here tonight.
- All right.

- I'll come back in the morning

and see if I can get
some sense out of her.

(car phone buzzing)

Excuse me a minute.

John Mannering.

- I need your help.

I'll be here until 10 o'clock.

- Where are you?
- At the discotheque.

- Right, I'll find it.

I'll get there as fast as I can.

She's in trouble.

Jump in, David.

- Can I be of any help, Louisa?

- No, no, nothing.

- Didn't she give you any
idea of what was wrong?

- No, only that time was running out fast.

(jazz music playing)

Park it somewhere, David.

- I don't see her.

- Take a look in the powder room.

- Are you looking for someone?

- Louisa Trenton. Do you know her?

- Oh, my dear chap, I
know simply everybody.

- She here?

- If you see her, she is,
if you don't, she's not.

- Thanks for the homespun philosophy.

- Yes, I served Mrs. Trenton
a drink about 20 minutes ago.

I've not seen her since.

- Thanks.

- My date's walked out on me, too.

Want to dance?

- Sorry, honey, my card's full.

(gun firing in background)

- It's alright, every body
please, stay where you are.

Josie?

Say, suicide is not awfully
good for business, you know.

- Murder's a whole lot worse.

(dramatic music)

-[Inspector] What happened then?

- I called out to her,
but she didn't answer.

Just walked right past.

- You knew Mrs. Trenton well?

- Well, reasonably.

- Did she appear particularly distressed?

- She seemed rather upset.

- (coughing) I see.

Thank you very much.

- Can we go now?
- Yes. Yes, of course.

Just give your address to Constable.

- Inspector.

- Yes sir?

- I don't know how long
you want us to stay here,

but I think it'd be a good
idea if you let the sister go.

She's had quite a shock.

- Yes, yes, of course.

How very thoughtless of me.

I shall have to take a statement from you,

but the morning's soon enough for that.

- Thank you.

- Would you like one
of my men to drive her?

- I know Mrs. Trenton's
car is down stairs,

my assistant will take her.

David, stay with her, will you?

I'll be down to the house as
soon as I'm finished here.

- Well, I don't want to
keep you too long, sir.

I believe you found the body.

- That's right.

- Perhaps you'd like to
tell me all you know.

- Well, Inspector, I don't
know much more than you do.

- Very bad business.

The poor woman must have been very upset

to take her own life.

- Suicide?

Oh, come on Inspector, you
don't go along with that?

- Everything points to it.

All the people who met her tonight

agreed that she was very upset.

- Yes, that's true. She was very nervous.

-[Inspector] Have you any idea

what was bothering her, Mr. Mannering?

- I think she had some financial problems.

- Gambling, perhaps?

- Is that just a guess,
sir, or a statement of fact?

- Facts are not my business,
Inspector, they're yours.

It just seems an interesting possibility.

Frankly, my only concern is
to get this business settled

quickly and quietly as possible.

I do have a certain reputation, you know.

- Near so, we know all
about your reputation.

We have quite a bulky file on it.

Well, I don't think we
could get any further

until the forensic boys
have finished their work.

- You mean, that's it?

- For the moment, yes.

If there's any doubt about
it being suicide, well--

- Look, Inspector, I
can tell you right now,

Louisa Trenton didn't kill herself.

- Now, that's the sort of thing
a policeman likes to hear.

A good positive assertion.

It always suggests that you
know more about it than we do.

(coughing)

Why don't you come along
with me to the office, then

put it all down in a statement.

- If it will shake you out of
the suicide theory, then fine.

- Right. Shall we go then?

Sergeant.

- We'll talk some more.

(dramatic music)

- How are you feeling?

- All right.

I must look an awful mess.

Got a hanky?

- Is this yours?

- No, it's a man's but it'll do anyway.

- Yes, I'd say that about covers it.

- Right.

Will you just sign it?

- What now?

- What do you suggest?

- That you start looking for the killer.

- You really are convinced it
wasn't a suicide, aren't you?

- Inspector, a woman who's
going to kill herself

just doesn't telephone somebody for help.

- Equally, a woman
who's gonna kill herself

doesn't do anything rationally.

-[John] Look, Inspector,

that's a pretty glib
way to cover up anything

you don't want to bother about.

- Now, you listen to me.

I was keen as anybody on finding out

how Louisa Trenton died.

(coughing) But, I deal with
evidence, Mr. Mannering,

evidence.

- Look, I can't offer
you any concrete facts,

but my instincts tell me
something is wrong, very wrong.

- Oh, for heaven's sake.

Look at the facts, man.

One, she was upset.

Two, you told me yourself,
she needed money.

- Yeah, and the position of the wound

would correspond with
the way the gun was held.

- That's right.

- And they'll be powder
burns on her dress,

fingerprints and paraffin tests will prove

that she held the gun.
- Exactly.

Those are the kinds of facts
that I deal in, Mr. Mannering.

Facts, not instincts.

You give me one good reason

why I should start a murder hunt,

and I won't stop until I made an arrest.

- Can I use that as an invitation

to do a little prowling on my own?

- No you can't.

This is a police matter, and
we'll handle it in our own way.

- With or without an
invitation, I'm in this thing.

Now I can't wait for a
cure for the common cold

in order to get you out
from behind that desk.

- Finding the body doesn't
give you any special rights.

You place your foot outside
the line of the law,

and you'll wonder what's hit you.

- Inspector, you apply that
kind of enthusiasm to the case,

and you'll wind up with first prize.

- Prize?

- A murder, Inspector.

A real live murder.

(dramatic music)

(chuckling)

- What went wrong?

Why was she killed?

-[Sutton] Gently, gently.

- What do you mean gently--
- Don't get excited.

Accidents happen in our
business like any other.

- They hang you for accidents like this.

Listen, the three of us
had a good thing going,

now it's finished.

- (scoffs) Oh, no, just
a temporary setback.

- I'm getting out. I'm not
gonna involved in any murder.

- Come now.

What would all your lady friends think

if they knew you were chicken?

You're yellow friend,
when the chips are down,

you're bright yellow.
- Shut up, do you hear me?

Shut up, shut up!

- You scare me, Friend,
you really scare me.

- I'm warning you, if
you don't shut up, I'll--

- You'll what?

How would the ladies
like you all scarred up?

(giggling)

- Look, I, I just don't want
to get involved in murder.

You understand?

- Ah, of course, Friend, I understand.

Like I said, you're chicken.

- Listen, Sutton,

my part of the deal was just
setting up the women, not...

I don't wanna be around

when the police start asking questions.

- What will you do, Friend?

- Hang out at the country for a while.

I'm booked on to the first
plane to Nice in the morning.

I want my share of tonight's
take before I leave.

- Oh, there was no take tonight.

- Don't you lie to me.

She had the money when she
came to my house, I saw it.

- She didn't have it at the place.

- You're lying.

You two are trying to
cheat me out of my share.

I'm warning you, Sutton,

I want that money before
I leave in the morning.

Otherwise, I might give a short
farewell note to the police.

Do you understand?

I want my money.

- You'll get something, Friend.

You'll get something.

Hello?

Can I talk?

Yeah.

Listen, Mr. Langley was just here.

He's getting a bit loose at the mouth.

Sure.

I'd be glad to do something about it.

(dramatic music)
(giggling)

- Sorry I was so long.

Couldn't find where anything was.

- You should have let me make it.

- No, I'll do it.
(door slams)

That'll be the Baron.

(doorbell rings)
- I'll let him in.

- Thank you, Jane.

You feeling better now?

- Yes, thank you.

-[David] Hi, how did you get on?

- Not so good.

The inspector's still sold
on the suicide theory.

- You don't think we could be wrong?

I mean, it is possible
she did kill herself.

- Well, anything's possible.

Look, Jane, I hate to
put you through this,

but I need some kind of a lead.

- Like what?

- Letters, photographs, anything.

Where did she keep her personal things?

- In the bureau.

- Drink this, I'll get another cup.

- Thank you.

- I can't believe she's dead.

There's so much of her in this house.

- I wish we had something more
substantial than atmosphere.

Have you got a key to this?

- No, Louisa always kept it with her.

- She was drawing some very large amounts.

All in cash.

10, 12, 15,000 all in the
last couple of months.

- 15,000?

Brockhurst must have been
right, perhaps she was gambling.

- No, gambling was an impulse thing.

These checks are all dated
at regular intervals.

You know, I'd say Louisa
was being blackmailed.

But who, and what did he have on her?

- John, I've just remembered something.

Jane, have you still got
that man's handkerchief?

It was in Louisa's car.

It might mean nothing at all.

- There's a monogram on it, P. L.

Who's that?

Do you know anyone with those initials?

- No, I don't think so.

Oh, it might be Peter Langley's.

- Who's he?

- Louisa used to go out with him sometime.

He was just a friend.

There was nothing in it.

- The handkerchief might
have been in the car

for quite a while then.

- The fact that it was there at all

makes him worth talking to, doesn't it?

Where does he live?
- Bonsmore Cottage,

just a few miles away.
- I'll find it.

Look, David, you stay here with Jane,

go through that bureau and
see what you can come up with.

Oh, you better give me the handkerchief.

(sneezing)

- What is it?

- Records have traced the gun.

Belongs to a man called Peter Langley.

- Get a car.

(dramatic music)

- Let me guess, you're leaving town.

- Who the devil are you? What do you want?

- I brought your laundry.

Well, it is yours, isn't it?

- It's got my initials on it.

Yes, I suppose it is, so what.

- It was found in Louisa's Trenton's car.

- That's possible.

I saw quite a lot of her for a while.

- See her last night?

- No.

Anyway, what's it got to do with you?

Who are you?

- My name's John Mannering.

- Mannering?

I've heard Louisa speak of you.

Look, Mr. Mannering.

I don't know how you're involved in this,

but I had nothing to do
with what happened tonight.

- What happened tonight, Mr. Langley?

- Louisa, you mean?

It was tragic.

I talked to Brockhurst.

He runs a discotheque.

He told me what happened.

- Go on, keep talking.

- I've got nothing else to day.

- Try and think of something.

- Look, are you gonna get out of here,

or do I have to throw you out?

- I guess you do.
- I said get out. (grunts)

- Now, do you wanna talk,
or do you wanna rough house?

It's your choice.

- I had nothing to do with
her death, I swear it.

- But you were blackmailing her.

- No, not me.

- Who then?

- I don't know.

No, no, no, look.

I got a share.

The others did all the fixing,

I just set her up.
- How?

- I was introduced to
her at the discotheque.

I met her there a few times,

and then she came back
after a drink one night.

- That has a familiar ring.

All the drinks were loaded, I suppose.

- It's not a new racket.

We've walked it before a dozen times.

- All the women rich, all of them married.

- Yes.

- All right, let's hear the rest of it.

- I doped her drinks,

she passed out, and we took
some compromising photographs.

- And threatened to send
copies to the husband.

- I know it's a rotten
business, but it paid off.

Louisa never thought I was involved.

She thought I was being
blackmailed as well.

- I want the prints and the negatives.

Where are they?

- I don't know.

-[John] Look, Langley, I'm warning you.

I'm in no mood for stalling.

-[Peter] And I'm telling you

I don't know where they keep them.

I had nothing to do with
that side of things.

-[John] Just tell me who
they are, who killed Louisa?

- I'll do a deal with you.

I'll tell you names, places, everything.

All I want is to get on that
plane to Nice in the morning.

- No deals, Langley, no deals at all.

You just give me the straight facts,

and then take your
chances with the police.

Now, I'm not gonna wait.

(grunting)

Now, I'll work you over
all night, if I have to.

- All right, I'll--
(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

- I'm gonna kill you, Friend.

(gun firing)
(dramatic music)

(giggling) I've got you now, Friend.

(gun firing)

- Mr. Mannering.

This will take some explaining.

- Inspector, if you get your
men out into the grounds,

you might still get the guy who did it.

- I've got all I want here.

- Inspector, this one certainly
didn't commit suicide.

Two shots in the back.

- You told me I'd get
myself a real live murderer.

And I have.

You.
(dramatic music)

(Inspector sneezes)
- Bless you.

- Did Langley tell you
anything before you killed him?

- Unload the question.
- Did he?

- When do we get to the bright
lights and the rubber hose?

- You're in a very serious
position, Mr. Mannering.

- Oh, come on, Inspector,
with the evidence you've got,

you couldn't give me a parking ticket.

- We found you here with the body.

- And your case ends right there.

No gun, no motive, nothing.

- All right, let's go over it
again, right from the start.

- All right, Inspector.

I came here--

- I haven't come across anything yet.

Of course it would help if I
knew what we were looking for.

- I've been through these.

Have you got any more I can check.

Thank you.

(doorbell rings)
I'll get it.

(Jane screaming)

(dramatic music)

(giggling)

(coughing)

- Where the devil are these
ballistic print people?

- They're on their way, sir.

- Well, if you're gonna
start playing detective,

and you're through with me, I'll leave.

- All right Mannering, but
remember what I told you earlier,

you keep out of this.

And I mean that.

- Inspector. I'm already in.

Louisa was a very good
friend, and I hate blackmail.

And I'm not particularly fond of

being used for target practice.

Now, the only way you're
going to keep me out of this

is by throwing me into a cell.

- All right, Mannering.

- Good night, Inspector.

- All right, let's start.

You check the bedroom,
and I'll stay in here.

- David.

What happened?

- They've got Jane.

- Keep talking.

- We heard a car.

She went out and then she screamed.

When I went through there, I got hit.

(phone ringing)
- Did you see anybody?

- No.

Been ringing regularly every 10 minutes.

- Hello?

- Mannering? Now listen, I'm
gonna say this just once.

The money Mrs. Trenton
was bringing us tonight,

we didn't get it.

But we know who did.

- Tell me.

- Don't act dumb with me,
Friend, you were there.

You found the body.

You had enough time to lift the cash

before anybody got to you.

- Is that what you were after

when you tried to gun
me at Langley's house?

- Yes.

Now, we want that money.

If we don't get it,

the sister's gonna end up
as dead as Mrs. Trenton.

Don't believe me?

Listen.

- Give it to him, please.

- Jane, Jane can you hear me?

- Do as the lady says, Friend.

I'll call you later to
tell you when and where.

- What are you going to do?

- Find her.

- Where do we start?

- There's only one place to
start, at the discotheque.

That's where Langley made his contacts.

That's where Louisa was murdered.

Come on.

(dramatic music)

- It looks deserted.

Come on.

(lamp crashes)

(glass breaking)

(dramatic music)

You're pretty handy
with the butt of a gun.

- If someone breaks in here,

I don't stand around asking questions.

- Well, that sounds reasonable.

- Now, what do you want?

- A fast game of question and answer.

What sort of deal do
you have with Langley?

- I didn't have any deal with him.

- He came here quite a
lot, sometimes with Louisa.

- He did?

- Thought he used this
place to meet people.

Women lie to him,

he sponge on them, that's
how he made his living.

- Oh, he might have made
pin money like that,

but for the big dough,

he must have has something
else going for him.

- Well, if he did,

I certainly didn't know anything about it.

- Are you sure?

- Look, I run this club
to provide drink, music,

and dark corners.

All right, so the members may not be

the nicest people in London,

but I didn't inquire into their business.

- I don't know about you, Brockhurst.

You're almost too helpful.

- What does that mean.

- It means you talk a lot, and
I still haven't got one lead.

- Why, I'm sorry.

- I'll talk to you later.

Just don't leave town.

- I'll be here.

- I'm sorry about your camera.

If it's damaged, you'll send me a bill.

- Oh, don't worry, it
isn't mine, it's Smiler's.

I'll tell him.

- Who is that?

- It's Sutton, poor Sutton.

He has a photographer's concession here.

- No, I mean what did you call him before?

- Oh, Smiler, you mean.

He walks around with a perpetual grin.

He's nuts, that's why they call him--

- I get the picture, Brockhurst.

Where does he live?

- At 27 Stone Street, now
may I please have my gun.

- No, I think I'll hold on to it.

This promises to be a long, hard night.

(dramatic music)

You alright?
- Not too bad.

I do wish people would stop doing this.

What happened?

- Something very interesting,
I'll tell you about it.

Come on.

- Yes, but why Stone Street.

They're going to call us at the house

to tell us where to take the money.

- It's only a long shot, David,

but they were using photographs
to blackmail Louisa.

- You think Sutton might be in this?

- Well, Brockhurst called him a smiler.

And the guy who took a shot
at me seemed to think it was

pretty funny.

(dramatic music)

There's number 27.

- You want me to come with you?

- I don't think your
skull could take anymore.

I'll be right back.

- Watch yourself.

(dramatic music)

- Come on, Friend.

Come on.

(giggling)

(dramatic music)

- What's the matter, Friend?

Can't you see me?

(dramatic music)

(furniture crashing)

(glass breaking)

(grunting)

- What's the matter,
Friend, you're not smiling?

- You're breaking my arm.

- It's only the first
thing I'm gonna break.

Now, where's the girl?

Where is she?

- In there.

- Oh, John, thank goodness.
- It's all right.

It's all right, now.

I think he's quite harmless.

- He said he'd kill me if you
didn't give him the money.

- You see, that's why I had to find you.

'Cause I haven't got it.

- But he said that--

- I know what he said.

Louisa must have hidden
it before they got to her.

- Hidden it?

There are so many things
I don't understand.

- There are a few things
I'd like to know myself.

All right, Friend.

- You're gonna turn me in?
- No.

I'm gonna keep you for a souvenir.

Now, I want those pictures you were using

to blackmail Mrs. Trenton.

- Sure.

Yes, sure, you can have the pictures.

You'll give me a break, won't you?

- You've had your break,
I didn't kill you.

Now, I want the pictures.

- Alright.

- Look, honey, David's
downstairs in the car.

Ask him to take you home,

and then come back for me, will ya?

- Listen,

there's still a lot of mileage
left in these pictures.

I know the Trenton woman's
dead, but there are others.

They pay off well.

You could cut yourself in
for a nice slice of that.

You must be crazy, they
were worth a fortune.

- You're not gonna have much
use for money from now on.

Now tell me, what happened tonight?

Well, that shouldn't
be too hard to figure.

Louisa was supposed to leave
the money in a storeroom,

and instead she waited for you with a gun.

- You're gonna have to prove all this.

- That's shouldn't be too difficult.

(gun fires)
(dramatic music)

- What happened?

- Sutton was killed.

- I was just going to the
car and I saw this man.

- Oh? Where'd he go?

- That way.

- David.

It's too late, now.

Just take Jane on home.

-[David] Aren't you coming?

- I've got something to finish here first.

(phone ringing)

- Inspector Powell.

-[John On Phone] It's John Mannering.

- Yes Mannering.

- Mrs. Trenton's killer is dead.

No, I didn't.

Look, you wanna wrap
this thing up tonight?

No, it's not finished
yet, there's one more.

Look, just meet me at the
discotheque in 20 minutes.

(dramatic music)

- I found it just before you got here.

I hoped you wouldn't show up, Jane.

- It was a lot of money
to leave lying around.

- Yeah.

It was almost perfect, was it?

That phony kidnapping
bit was very convincing.

And back at the studio,

you didn't go straight
to David in the car.

Nice try, but it didn't work.

- I couldn't take the
chance of Sutton talking.

- Then you put this whole
lousy scheme together yourself.

Smiler and Langley.

Why?

- I wanted money.

- But your sister was a rich woman.

- Yes, and I was a poor relation.

Oh, she gave me things.

When she was sick of them,

when she didn't want them anymore.

She even gave me an
allowance, oh very generous.

I had to be grateful all of the time.

(sobbing) Her and her rich friends.

Stupid, stupid women.

Oh, how I hated them.

But most of all, I hated Louisa.

(crying)

- You satisfied, Inspector?

- All right, Seargent.

- Let's get out into the air.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful theme music)