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Well, now, we have these.

Yes.

I'm really looking for one to replace the one I lost.

Something similar in style?

Yes. It was a wedding anniversary present, you see.

Gold,

I think you said, madam?

Yes.

With a round face surrounded by thorns.

My husband gave it to me for our tenth wedding anniversary.

I've got a picture here. I don't know whether it'll be...

Any help?

Oh, don't look at me. I look awful.

May I?

Of course. Thank you.

Some ghastly company do of my husband's wives on parade.

That's a little Polaroid instant.

I'm talking too much. Why do I talk so much? She isn't interested in why or

I... Because I... I realize that to replace such a thing would cost more

than the insurance that we've got.

Don't be quiet.

What does he care about the insurance?

No, no, I'm sorry, madam. Clearly it was a most unusual and attractive

timepiece, but no, I'm sorry, we haven't anything approaching it. Not in that

style.

Thank you.

Why am I so chubby? I never used to talk too much. Now I over -explain

everything. I don't listen to the other person.

Resolution. In future, listen.

Listen to what other people say.

And don't skip the...

This must be the place Don mentioned. He said there was a new one near his

office.

I could ring him.

Oh, no. He'll be having a working lunch.

So much to choose from.

Too much.

I don't believe it. It's true. It's lasted eight months and we're still

about each other.

I've got no real hold on him, though. No security.

What do you mean? He's married.

Of course.

All the good ones are.

Oh, Louise, why can you never find anyone single?

They're bound to let you down, you know. They always do.

Have you chosen, madam?

Oh, um... Yes, I'll have a dish and a glass of wine.

We'll make it an orange juice.

This one isn't like the other.

He's more mature.

It's fabulous, you know.

Same old story.

Louise,

why don't you settle for a good time?

It's not enough.

Look, what I really want is an engagement ring.

Oh, stop it. Think your own thoughts.

To go with the wedding ring?

Yes, damn it.

Look, Kay, I'm 32 and I'm tired of supporting myself and of going from man

man and having it always end up with, well, my wife understands me after all.

Thank you and goodbye.

That sounds awful.

I suppose if you're past 30 and still not married, you do get rather anxious.

And mercenary.

Understandable.

Donald would like to be more generous.

Donald?

Oh, it's a common enough name.

Well, he took me to Paris last weekend.

Still exhausted.

Then who goes to Paris to sleep, I haven't heard.

Donald.

And anyway, it was just outside Paris, he said.

Some conference hotel.

Oh,

thank you.

Oh, is it all right?

Yes.

Once got stung for a whole plate of smoked salmon.

He knows I'm getting impatient.

He doesn't blame me, he says, but... Yeah?

Well, there's no way he can get a divorce.

Why not? Is he a Catholic?

No. Well, what then?

Says it would kill his wife. Oh, come on.

You know, I've never seen her, but I hate her.

Believe me, I really...

Hate that wife of his.

You just have to put the pressure on him.

Don't be silly.

You're jumping to conclusions.

Ridiculous. Don went to Paris.

She has someone called Don.

Well, anyway,

Don wouldn't. If anything, he's a workaholic.

I thought you said you were tired.

Yes, I am really.

Not much sleep in Paris.

He doesn't listen to me.

Hmm?

Well, you said at dinner it had been very exhausting in Paris.

Only just outside.

So, no luck with the new watch, eh?

He's making conversation.

No, I told you.

I went to five different jewelers. I couldn't find anything like it.

I do hope it's not an omen, darling.

What?

Well, I mean, losing your 10th anniversary present on our 18th.

Perhaps if we hadn't gone to Venice.

I thought you loved Venice.

Oh, I do, and it was marvelous to celebrate like that.

But I still think it was one of the maids that took it. I doubt that.

You should have left it where it was, in the bank.

Not very romantic, darling.

No, but sensible.

Oh, God, don't let it be true.

Well, I'm going to bed.

Will you be long?

Five minutes at most.

When did you last call me, darling?

I wonder if they lunch there every day.

This is my treat, so choose what you like. Careful.

You know me, Kay.

So, tell me all.

I'm putting on the pressure, just as you said.

It's beginning to work.

Good, Louise.

Congratulations.

But still killer, though.

He swears he's asked for a divorce. There was a huge row and she said she

would. Look, all he's got to do is leave.

And after three years, he can file.

But will he?

Will he?

When did he tell you all this? Last night?

No, we couldn't meet last night. His wife was expecting him.

We just had a quick drink when he left the office.

Look what he gave me.

Wow.

Whatever happens, he says I'm the only one he really cares about.

Fabulous. What would you like? Oh, I'm going to have a... Be sensible.

Don hadn't argued for a divorce, has he?

He could be lying to her.

Oh, no, really.

You mustn't assume.

I wonder what she's like.

Did he tell you anything about her?

No, not much.

When we got away for a week last April, he told me a little about her.

She's ten years older than me. Mm -hmm.

Pretty, rather fragile.

You know, the sort of iron butterfly type. Oh, yuck, I hate that sort of

Oh, absolutely.

My age?

Do I have my age?

Oh, no, really.

Think. Be sensible.

Shouldn't have come here. No, wrong.

Just ask him.

Go on, ask him. That's the proper thing to do.

Last April, Dom went to Scotland. A fishing trip, he said.

I want to pay. I haven't got a bill.

One moment, madam.

You're doing the right thing. No more stupid eavesdropping.

Face it. Face him.

My dear, my darling. I'm sure I'm being very silly. Please tell me I am. But is

there someone called Louise?

I happen to overhear.

Can

I

help? No,

I expect they're all at lunch.

Great, so who did you want to speak to?

I don't know.

I wish I did.

But...

Alton.

It's Alton.

Go on.

You were going to at lunchtime. Why not now?

Are you?

Don't.

If you were describing me to someone, what would you say?

How do you mean?

Well, I mean, do you think I'm pretty?

What's the matter? Are you all right?

I just want to know.

My dear, of course you're pretty.

My dear, better than nothing.

You've always been pretty.

Fragile?

Fragile?

I don't understand. You keep looking at me. You have done ever since I got home,

as though you were wondering who I am and what I'm doing here.

All right.

Don. Yeah.

Have you ever described me to anyone as pretty and

fragile?

Please. It's not too much to drink.

Just asking a simple question.

All right, then, a simple answer. Of course I've told other people that

pretty. You need to be angry. But not fragile. I mean, that would suggest you

were ill or some kind of invalid, for heaven's sake.

He's lying.

Blustering.

Oh, God.

Which you aren't.

But mind you, these last weeks... Don. What?

I'm sorry, I am.

Moira, what is it?

I must be done.

Yes, I think you must be.

Ask him about Scotland.

Last April.

Go on.

No, why should I?

It's up to him to... He ought to play fair with me.

Oh, God.

You're very quiet tonight.

So are you.

It's the other one, by itself.

Why here?

Why are you here?

Look for them. Look for them.

Well, I think you should have booked in the name of Henderson.

No, I'm sorry.

Third time lucky.

No.

Yes, go on, find them.

You know what they say about oysters.

Go home.

Wara?

Wara?

Let him come to you for once.

Just this once.

There you are.

Didn't you hear me come in?

Yes, but I've got a headache.

Yeah, that makes two of us.

Phil Long took me to the Carlton for lunch.

Wine.

Cocktails, the cures, a lot.

I'm the blue -eyed boy there these days. Thank God.

Yes.

You've got a headache. You shouldn't be drinking sherry.

No.

Little intimated that I'm next in line when he goes.

Dead men too.

The Carlton. They had lunch at the Carlton.

Darling.

Too late. Too late.

You don't mean me.

It was an omen.

Losing the watch.

I knew it was.

Like I know.

Some things you just don't know.

She's on her own.

Why don't you sit down next to her?

Say, did you enjoy your lunch yesterday at the Carlton with my husband?

What did you have to eat?

Sorry I'm late. Great morning.

What's happened?

We had lunch yesterday.

He says it's no good.

I knew you were upset when you phoned.

More than upset.

Telling me that he couldn't hurt his wife. Thank you and goodbye.

Oh, that he loved me, but is loyal to her.

That's what I phoned you. You sound as if you could kill him. Kill her?

Kill her. Kill her. Kill her. Yes, ma 'am. I suppose

you could arrange something.

You and Don caught in the act.

Bring in the newspapers.

Local man in love triangle.

He'd have to divorce him.

Kill her? It could be done professionally.

I know someone who could arrange it for a fee.

He takes his commission and hires the right person. People you know, Kay.

Nothing like a solicitor's office for meeting the world.

All sorts of world.

But you can't just plant.

He's coming to the office tomorrow. He's involved in the case we're handling.

You could keep on it. Only at the office by noon.

It would cost you.

Just like that.

Just like that.

Yes? Me, Maura?

Yes?

What's the matter? You sound upset again.

I'm all right.

Oh, well, just to let you know, I'll be late home.

Bill Long and I are dining the West German side of the equation tonight, so

don't wait up.

What? Why are you all talking code?

What?

Just jargon for the German partners, darling.

Oh.

Duh.

Relax. Think.

Ring the police.

Sergeant. Two women are plotting to have me murdered.

One of them knows somebody who knows somebody else who for money will...

It will be confirmed tomorrow.

I know what they look like. I know their names. I know their Christian names.

It's madness. It's madness.

Oh, my God.

So late.

Oh.

She's decided.

She's made up her mind.

You could be wrong.

You haven't any real proof, have you?

No.

Look at her.

Look at her.

It's all arranged.

Now's your chance. Go on. Tell her you know.

You've told your friend, haven't you?

You've told her to... Go ahead.

Do something. It's you or her. You or her.

Do something. You or her.

She jumped out.

She's dead.

Someone better call an ambulance.

I did it.

Did it.

Me.

anyone saw.

I don't think so.

It was self -defense.

Justifiable. Even the law acknowledges.

Someone saw?

No. It went too quick.

Maura? You there?

Yes.

Now, listen.

We're going to Munich for a long weekend. You and me, business and

I'd have told you last night, only you were asleep. So pack some things for me,

would you please? And I'll be home around five, all right?

Yes.

Yes, of course I do.

Terrific. You need the break, so do I. Well, we both do, darling.

Darling.

What?

I didn't say anything.

Okay, then. I'll see you at five.

And don't forget to pack my cashmere sweater. It can be chilly in Munich this

time of year. Bye.